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[redvelvetpdf]

wait nova you're back??! how have you been?

andrey hey!! i'm kind of on and off at the moment, trying to check this whenever i get time :,)

quite trashy as of late but i think i'm getting better

what about you? how is everything?

[frogchiro]

Andrei would love a chubby partner. He would love his partner no matter their body size but when his partner has a bit of chub? Oh boy, it just does something to the chemicals in his brain that turn him into a different man

He loves to spend his spare time admiring you. Knowing that you have the extra chub on your body seems to bring him an extra sense of comfort and relief. With some meat on your bones it makes it less likely for him to hurt you when he becomes rougher when pussy drunk

If he has had an especially exhausting or terrible day at work when he comes back to you he immediately forces his head onto your lap and uses you as a pillow as his hands move to squish your chub like it is his own stress toy

He gets you all the sweet treats you want and even partakes in eating a few himself. After a while he gets his own chub to match yours as he eats all the delicious food you cook for both him and you, and you tend to give him a bit extra protein

Oh Andrei would go absolutely feral for a chubby partner <3

He's himself a big boy; huge, burly and so so masculine, with a nice layer of fat on his tummy, chest and thighs himself, so seeing you all nice and soft like that makes him go crazy.

He's like a clingy cat when it's just you two, he's always rubbing himself on you, always insists on having his large hands squeezing at your broad hips, always trying to sneak a grope to your tits and smirks so nasty when he hears you squeak :((

Andrei's way of relaxing after a tiring day of recruits being annoying and other Konni business is plopping his large, heavy body down into your soft bed and cuddling insistently into your lap, nuzzling hard into the warm softness and letting out a long, content breath that he swears he has been holding in all day <3

[unforgivenn]

SHACKLED BY ROYALTY

#8: CAT AND MOUSE

Previous/ Masterlist

"It's gonna be alright," Damian whispered, though his voice cracked under the weight of uncertainty.

Jesus fuck what was he even doing?? He had absolutely no plan!!

He pushed forward, navigating the dark, narrow alley that stretched beyond the garden wall. The city lay ahead, a labyrinth of shadows and potential hiding spots. He just had to keep moving, keep them both out of Andrey's reach.

Tears filled in his eyes no matter how much he tried pushing them away. All of this was too much. He had always been the one to never question anything when he was told to do something. And now? Here he was running from god knows how many guards, with a bleeding boy in his arms trying to keep away from public

Noah’s breaths were shallow, each one a ragged whisper against the still night air. Damian's heart pounded in his chest, fear and adrenaline driving him onward. The rough stone of the alley walls scraped against his arms as he cradled Noah close, his muscles burning from the effort. He had to find a safe place, somewhere they could regroup and figure out their next move.

The alley opened onto a deserted street, the dim glow of streetlights casting eerie shadows. Damian’s eyes darted around, searching for any sign of pursuit. The street was silent, but he knew better than to trust the calm. Andrey’s men were relentless; they wouldn’t give up easily.

Damian spotted a small, rundown building with a broken window and made a beeline for it. He slipped through the narrow gap, careful not to jostle Noah. The inside was dark and musty, the air thick with the scent of decay and neglect. But it was shelter, a temporary reprieve from the chase.

He set Noah down gently on a pile of old blankets, his fingers trembling as he checked the boy’s injuries again. Blood matted Noah's hair, and his skin was pale, almost translucent in the dim light. Damian’s heart ached at the sight, his mind a whirlwind of fear and guilt. How had it come to this? How had they been reduced to hiding in a derelict building, hunted like animals?

“Damian…” Noah’s voice was barely a whisper, his eyes fluttering open. “I’m scared.”

“I-I know, buddy,” Damian replied trying to keep his own tears from falling, his voice thick with emotion. “But I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Noah’s eyes closed again, his breaths shallow but steady. Damian watched him, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him like a leaden shroud. He couldn’t let Andrey win. He had to protect Noah, no matter the cost.

The silence stretched on, broken only by the distant sounds of the city. Damian’s mind raced, formulating a plan. They needed to keep moving, find somewhere truly safe. But where? Every option seemed fraught with danger. His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden noise—a soft creak, barely audible but enough to set his nerves on edge.

He turned, eyes straining in the darkness. Had the guards found them? He held his breath, every muscle tense. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement—a shadow shifting near the broken window.

“Damian, get up,” a voice hissed from the shadows.

His heart lurched. He recognized that voice—Andrey’s second-in-command, Mikhail. Panic surged through him, but he forced himself to stay calm. There had to be a way out, some escape route they hadn’t yet discovered.

“Come out now, and maybe I’ll go easy on the kid,” Mikhail taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement.

Damian’s mind raced. He couldn’t fight them; they were outnumbered and outgunned. But he couldn’t surrender, either. He glanced around the room, eyes landing on a small trapdoor in the corner. It looked ancient and barely used, but it might be their only chance.

Carefully, he lifted Noah, moving as silently as possible. Mikhail’s footsteps grew louder, the crunch of broken glass under his boots echoing through the building. Damian reached the trapdoor, prying it open with shaking hands. He slipped through, pulling Noah with him just as the door to the room burst open.

The darkness enveloped them, the musty air of the underground passage pressing in from all sides. Damian held his breath, listening to the sounds above. Mikhail’s curses echoed faintly, followed by the thud of heavy boots. They were searching the building, tearing it apart piece by piece.

Damian moved quickly but carefully, the narrow passage barely wide enough to accommodate them. He felt his way along the damp walls, every sense on high alert. The passage seemed endless, a maze of twists and turns that left him disoriented and desperate.

Finally, they emerged into another alley, the cool night air a welcome relief. Damian paused, catching his breath and scanning their surroundings. They were deeper into the city now, surrounded by towering buildings and narrow streets. It was a warren of potential hiding spots, but also filled with potential threats.

He adjusted his grip on Noah, who was drifting in and out of consciousness, and moved toward the heart of the city. Each step was a test of endurance, the weight of his burden growing with every passing moment. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t rest—not yet. He had to put as much distance between them and Andrey as possible.

Hours seemed to pass in a blur of motion and fear. The city was a labyrinth, each turn bringing new challenges. Damian's senses were heightened, every sound a potential threat, every shadow a possible hiding place for their pursuers. He was running on pure adrenaline, his mind and body pushed to the brink.

Finally, he found a small, out-of-the-way clinic. The sign was faded, the windows dark, but it offered a glimmer of hope. He knocked on the door, praying for a miracle. A weary-looking doctor answered, his eyes widening at the sight of them.

“Please,” Damian begged, his voice hoarse. “He needs help.”

The doctor ushered them inside, his expression grave as he examined Noah. Damian watched, his heart in his throat, as the doctor worked. Every second felt like an eternity, the fear and uncertainty gnawing at his insides.

The doctor finally turned to him, his face etched with concern. “He’s in bad shape, but I’ll do what I can.”

Damian nodded, sinking into a chair as exhaustion washed over him. He had done everything he could. Now, he could only hope and wait.

Hours passed in a haze of worry and fatigue. Damian's mind was a tumult of thoughts, fears, and regrets. He replayed the events over and over, questioning every decision, every action.

The doctor finally emerged from the back room, his expression tired but reassuring. “He’s stable, for now. He needs rest and care, but he’ll pull through.”

Relief flooded Damian, a wave of emotion that left him shaking. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

The doctor nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You did the right thing, bringing him here. Now, get some rest. You both need it.”

Damian nodded, too exhausted to argue. He found a corner to curl up in, his body aching and his mind racing. Sleep was a distant dream, but he forced himself to close his eyes, knowing he needed to be ready for whatever came next.

Just as he began to drift off, a sound jolted him awake—a faint, almost imperceptible click. His heart skipped a beat, adrenaline surging through his veins. He looked around, eyes scanning the darkened clinic. Everything seemed quiet, but the feeling of unease wouldn’t leave him.

And then he saw it—a shadow moving outside the window, the glint of metal catching the faint light. Panic gripped him as he realized what was happening.

Oh god oh god oh godohgod. They'd been found.

Before he could react, the door burst open, and Andrey’s men flooded the room. Damian leaped to his feet, but it was too late. They were surrounded, the cruel smile on Mikhail’s face as he picked up Noah was the last thing he saw before a bullet to the head sent him spiraling into darkness.

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[game-set-canet]

Mira please i need you to tell me more about Rublev, i'm spiraling in a Andrey's loop here

-mery aka carlosheinz

ohhh, I love this! 🥹😍 let’s start with the official part: he is a Russian Tennis player, 26 years old and currently nr. 5 of the world.

Andrey is like the cutest cutie ever (like during his preparation for a match)! like, it’s hard not to love him – even other players on the ATP tour love him. he’s collecting a lot of boyfriends (Grigor Dimitrov, Karen Khachanov - other examples: Andrey and Arthur Fils during Laver Cup this year, ATP Finals last year (but pls also watch the video!)) and other (boy)friends (Daniil Medvedev (they kinda grow up together), Dominic Thiem).

although he has some "anger-issues" but ONLY on court (screaming, swearing, sometimes he even hurts himself with his tennis racket) and he has problems with self-doubt (x - he is serious about his answer), overthinking and being to hard on himself when it comes to tennis. Outside the tennis court he is a very friendly, a bit shy but very funny person and he does random things sometimes. he is a true sweetheart. And his interviews are the BEST. and he did a music video years ago

i'm sorry i'm so bad at this but he is truly one of the best and purest people ❤️ i really love him with all my heart bc he is such a special person ❤️

edit: i f*cked up the first Karen link and i get error messages when i try to change it (don't know if it worked) so here is what i originally wanted to post: Karen and Andrey

[redvelvetpdf]

:(((( fr fr. but until then sooo so so many virtual hugs and cookies for u <333333

they should invent a way to hug your online friends who live so so far away

[sinnerruud]

what is she referring to, wrong answers only

[tennis-shenanigans]

not the most important take of the day, but I really like Andrey's fit. the blue is perfect and nike could never <3

[janniksnr]

“rublettini bolognese”

[redvelvetpdf]

HELLO??

HELLO IM ALIVE AGAIN

atp coming online once a month is all i can do but HEY ILL TRY REPLYING PROPERLY AGAIN HOW ARE YOU ANDREY

[thalassous]

whaaat today is a holidayyy thats wild

[ ID: Two digital drawings in the format of traditional Valentine's Day cards.

In the left, Andrei Bolkonsky stands alert with his right hand in a fist near his neck. He looks bothered. The text beside him reads, "I'll be mildly inconvenienced by your death. My "tree-t. To: From:" The background is grey-blue.

On the right, Lise Bolkonskaya has her hands clasped together in front of her as she leans forward with a smile. Her text reads, "Be Mein(en), Valentine! To: From:" And her background is deep pink. END ID ]

[incorrect-goncharov]

Andrey: I think Katya's a little upset with you.

Goncharov: What?

Andrey: She told me to give you this note.

Goncharov, reading the note out loud: Dear Mikhail, I hope this message finds you before I do.

[calliovera]

family photo :)

[frogchiro]

Bear Andrei who is so soft and cuddly during winter because of hibernation 🥺 bears don't actually just flat out sleep for months, but their activity levels do significantly decrease!! Just a big sleepy bear wanting to snuggle his little wife (and maybe paw at her a bit)! Brings her little treats from his stash so when it's spring, she'll be strong enough to carry his cubs

Bear!Andrei who loves to curl up in his warm, comfy den with you and cuddle as much as he can <33

Lazy, lazy bear who will ask you to feed him dried meats and berries with the smuggest smile while laying like the king of the forest on his back, sprawled with his huge body on all the soft furs in his den with his queen right beside him lazily caressing him and feeding him well <3

He will lazily paw at your soft body, squeeze you in all the right places to have you whining and pawing at him too until he will have you under his heavy body, legs widely sprawled out and his large, thick cock thrusting so so slowly and deliciously inside you, his swollen tip leaking inside you potent cum but the thrusting is so slow it's more like a lazy, lovemaking grind. You're both not really leaving the den anyway with nowhere to go with the cold and snow raging outside so all you spend your time on is eating (feeding each other), talking about everything and nothing in particular, sleeping and cuddling and slowly making love <33

Andrei wants you to be as relaxed, calm and happy as possible because he really really wants to father your cubs and be a daddy and wants you to be strong enough to let him breed you during next spring <33

[game-set-canet]

Red Bull BassLine 2023 (20.10.23) - my own gifs © game-set-canet

[all-yn-oween]

OH LORD.

I love this so so much :’) im sorry i get the chance only now to reblog it but this looks amazing!!! <33 I adore them all!!! (Vasily fixing Pyotr’s bowtie is so adorable!!)

This dynamic definitely works >:) expect for Sergei who can’t pick one Slbdldbdkd

and honestly Kazimir without anything makes sense too!

I’m going to make this my new wallpaper, this is it >:) thank you my friend for drawing such cool things !!!

I couldn't help but think about what would come after this

[peterstamatin]

ok ill just post it, its the ages of pathologic 2 characters from a document given to voice actors. as close to canon as possible

taya - 6 years old

murky - 8 years old

sticky - 12 years old

notkin, grace, khan - 14 years old

capella - 15 years old

changeling - 16 years old

maria - 23 years old

younger vlad - 24 years old

anna, eva - 25 years old

haruspex - 26 years old

rubin, lara, grief, bachelor - 27 years old

block, aglaya, peter, andrey, mark - 30 years old

katerina - 33 years old

yulia - 35 years old

saburov - 39 years old

aspity - 40 years old

victor - 48 years old

oyun - 50 years old

big vlad - 55 years old

georgiy - 70 years old