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moooxy · 2 years

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Idk but Lazy morning sex with Enzo

I got you guys…

Morning Glory (18+)

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov (Enzo) x f!Reader

Synopsis: You hate Sunday mornings, but your boyfriend knows how to make them better.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Squirting, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, creampie

AN: just literal porn. No plot, just porn.

You hated Sunday mornings. You hated them because the night before you’d stumble home with Dmitri, he’d fuck you silly against your hallway wall and then he’d lay you in bed - forgetting to close your curtains. Then, you’d wake up in the morning too early due to the blinding sunlight. Dmitri always knew how to make those mornings better, though.

You groan, rolling over in your soft bedsheets. You clutch whatever you can to block out the light; whether it be a pillow, Dmitri’s arm, or even your crumpled dress from last night. This morning’s lucky pick was: Dmitri’s arm.

“Princess,” he sleepily moans out. “Close the curtains…”

“Can’t,” you whine. “‘M too comfy,” you nestle back into his chest. His arms are lazily wrapped around you, your legs intertwined in his.

“Come on,” he prompts you, fingers tapping your shoulder to wake you up. “We can go back to sleep,” he murmurs.

“Too cold. Wanna stay here,” you mumble into his bare chest. You can barely remember what happened last night, but the ache in between your legs solves that mystery.

You feel him drift back off to sleep, but you’re completely unsettled now. His lower half shifts against you, and you feel the fabric of his boxers brush against your naked core. It sends heat straight to the pit of your stomach, and there’s no chance you’re going back to sleep now.

“Dmitri,” you whisper. He groans, acknowledging you. “Can’t go back to sleep,” you frown. He glances down at you, eyes softening at your expression.

“Try for me, princess.” His tongue deliciously rolls the ‘r’, his accent always successfully sends you into orbit.

“‘M trying. I can’t,” you huff. Your hand touches his warm stomach, feeling the slight fluff of his snail trail. His fingers wrap around your wrist, gently stuffing them into his boxers and he sighs in relief.

You find his stiffening cock, fingers brushing against his balls which cause him to let out a weak gasp. “Naughty girl,” he says breathily. “Poor baby,” he whispers, accent as prominent as ever. “Need me to fuck you back to sleep?”

“Yes,” you moan at his words. “Please, Dmitri,” you mewl.

“Take it out then,” he gently orders you and you obey. He’s warm, hard, bulging already and you know he’s been awake longer than he lets on. “Good girl,” he purrs. “Stroke my cock,” he instructs. You spit onto your fingers, slathering his shaft with moisture before you start to jack him off at a painstakingly slow pace. “That’s my girl. Such a good pet, aren’t you?” He patronises, and you only hum in response.

His fingers tease along the flesh of your thigh, landing on your clothed pussy. He knows he doesn’t need to get you close for his cock, his fingers can do that in a matter of seconds. He just loves how responsive you are, he loves the cute little sounds you make - especially the sleepy ones.

Speaking of getting close, your hand progressed him further enough. He pulls your hand away, kissing your palm as he shuffles you closer to him. With his free hand, he hikes your leg up and you move your panties to the side. His cock presses against your pussy lips, he grinds his hips so his cock pushes against your already puckering hole.

“You ready?” He asks, voice raspy with desire. You nod, and he pushes himself inside of you slowly. It feels so fucking good, the burning sensation of his cock stretching your little hole feels so fucking refreshing. His pelvis slowly fucks into you, his lips capture yours in a heated kiss. His lips are wet, tongue is warm and he tastes of nothing - but through the kiss he made quiet groaning sounds and they drove you fucking crazy. “Your pussy is so perfect,” he rolls his ‘r’s, sending tingles down your spine. “Keep making those pretty sounds, princess.”

You obey him, and with each sound you make his pace quickens. Your fingers slide into his hair, his icy eyes are full of admiration as he gazes into your field of vision. The friction between his pubic area and your clit increases, and you feel yourself getting closer. “Fuck, ‘M close, Dmitri,” you whine.

“You can wait for me, can’t you princess?” He mumbles with his sexy Russian drawl, and you eagerly nod. “Good girl, I’m almost there baby, I promise.”

Your hips start to rock in time with his thrusts, your pussy clenches around him. His grunts signal that he’s approaching his climax, so you shove his free hand in your panties. Instantly, his fingers find your clit and push open your pussy lips. He knows what he’s doing, he’s a fucking professional at touching you. He wets his fingers using your pussy, dragging them to your clit. Then, he starts to rub in a figure ‘8’ whilst continuously thrusting his cock inside of you.

“Almost there,” he lowly moans, his hips plough into you faster. His grip on the underneath of your thigh painfully tightens, and his fingers on your clit rub impossibly fast. You know what he’s doing, he’s trying to make you fucking squirt.

“Dmitri, c-can’t take it. ‘M gonna squirt, ‘s too much.” You whimper into his chest, your fingers can’t help but cling onto and accidentally scratch his neck.

“You can. You want to be my good girl, don’t you?” He says sternly and you nod. “Then fucking take it,” he seethes. Then, he fucking breaks you. Your toes are clenching, fingers desperately gripping his skin, jaw clenched together so tightly you’re afraid your teeth might chip. The pit of euphoria explodes, and you’re fucking leaking all over his cock, all over your bed. “Good God,” he groans, the feeling of your wet pussy tightening around him pushes him over the edge, and he’s also releasing inside of you. He groans as he comes, before releasing your leg and lying on his back. “I made you squirt,” he mumbles with a proud grin.

“Not funny. Now we have to clean up,” you frown. He sits up, stabilising himself on his elbows. Your gaze falls to his flexing abs, but he quickly catches your attention with a sweet kiss. Surprisingly, the tickle of his moustache is the thing that really wakes you up.

“I’ll change the sheets,” he smirks. “Go run the shower for us.” He reaches out to you, hand cradling your cheek. He presses a kiss to your nose, “Beautiful girl,” he mutters with a grin. “All mine.”

You can’t help but blush, sliding out of bed. There’s cum dribbling down your thigh, along with the moisture of your ejaculation. He slaps your ass cheek, a boisterous grin on his face.

“I love you,” he adds just as you’re about to open the door.

“Love you too, baby.” You reply. You couldn’t be mad at the fact he gave you mind-blowing sex at… you check the clock in the hallway - 8.30 in the morning. You couldn’t be mad at his grin that reflected such innocence and devilishness.

#enzo x reader #enzo stranger things #enzo smut #dmitri antonov #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri antonov smut

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cherryflavoredbunny · 1 year

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐏♡𝐫𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬🍒🐇

𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫

teasing stepdad!hotch in a bikini

grinding on stepdad!hotch’s thigh

stepdad!hotch coming home from a case and using you in your sleep

𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬

welcoming emily home from a case

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮

𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬🍒🐇

𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

weekly movie night with older!neighbor!eddie

𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐢 "𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨" 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐯

stepdad!dmitri letting hopper use you

stepdad!dmitri making you wait

𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

stepdad!dmitri letting hopper use you

𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫

#🍒🐇#18+ MDNI💌#twitter p♡rn link #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #spencer reid #jennifer jareau #alex blake #eddie munson #dmitri antonov #jim hopper #karen wheeler

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lokiiied · 9 months

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ah, yes i love gayer things

#gayer things #stranger things #st4 #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #enzo stranger things #dmitri antonov #jim hopper #jimitri #i just came up with that how genius am i cmon #mlm ship #wlw ship

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murdrdocs · 2 years

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eyes on fire | d.antonov

description: after days of being missing, dmitri returns home, back to your arms and your embrace.

includes: SMUT 16+,angst, fluff, creampie, fingering, cunnulingus, they’re married, unprotected sex, crying during sex (but in a good way), cervix hitting, domestic bliss, probably spelling mistakes it’s late

a/n: dmitri deserves everything and i stand by that. title from ’eyes on fire’ by new foundation. probably good to listen to while reading but you do you .

word count: 1.9k+

You think you are hallucinating.

You have not gotten much sleep lately. Nor food, nor human interaction. You talk to Mikail, take him to school, and come back home to worry yourself numb. It’s all taken a toll on your body, and your mind.

Which is why you fully believe that you are hallucinating. But then a hand reaches out to you and touches your face. It is cold, so very cold, but it is his touch. It is Dmitri. Standing across from you, face sunken and bruised, teeth yellow and lips cracked. But it is still Dmitri.

He tells you everything in the kitchen. The place you two spent most of your time, apart from the bedroom and living room. You have a fire going in the fireplace here and in the living room. You are already warmed enough, but you strip down to just a tank and pants if it means that Dmitri can get sufficient warmth.

Tears come to your eyes as he details the sufferings he went through. He tells you about his American friend, and the other Americans that rescued him. He tells you about how Yuri betrayed him, and you briefly feel rage before you remember that none of it matters now.

Because here is Dmitri, sitting across from you on the floor in front of a raging fire.

He lets you clean him up in the bathroom. He asks where Mikhail is and you tell him that he is with a friend for the day and he will be home tonight. You tell him about the soup slowly cooking on the stove as your fingers scrub at his blonde hair. You hold back tears as you clean up his wounds, wiping and bandaging through sniffles and blurry eyes.

Dmitri kisses you and holds you when you break down, one hand thrown over his bruised back while the other holds a bloody cloth.

When he is cleaned up, and your face is as dry as it will get, he sits in the living room while you move around the kitchen. Preparing tea and baking bread that has already risen.

When you are done silently shedding tears in the kitchen, you join Dmitri on the couch. You both hold cups of tea, but only the contents of his decrease, while yours get cold.

When he finishes his, and you place your full cup on the coffee table, Dmitri looks over at you. His blue eyes shine, and his mustache twitches as he smiles at you.

“How much longer until Mikhail is expected?”

You glance at the clock on the wall, thinking for a second before you find Dmitri’s eyes again. “A few more hours.”

“And the bread?” He asks.

“A few more hours as well.”

His smile widens and you get that familiar fluttery feeling in your chest.

You throw your leg over both of Dmitri’s, straddling him and hovering over his lap. His hands find your hips and pull you down, setting you directly over his cock. Your flimsy pants can feel him through the fabric, and you are so needy and desperate that your jaw is already slack.

Your shaky hands hold Dmitri’s face between them as your lips find his, the metal on your ring finger cold against his cheek.

Your lips join each other in a well rehearsed dance, a type of coordination that can only come from knowing each other for years.

When you pull away, you are desperately kissing his neck, lips trying to touch as much of his flesh as you can, scared that he will disappear again.

“What do you want, Dmitri?” You manage to ask through gasps and kisses. “Whatever you want, I’ll give you.”

You level yourself out, staring at your husband head on with your noses almost touching from the close proximity. His hands grasp at your hips and waist as he thinks, his chest heaving up and down.

“You. I just want you.”

You are lifted up in a rush, legs wrapping around Dmitri’s waist as he carries you to your bedroom. He doesn’t drop you on the bed. Instead, he holds you secure as he presses a knee into the mattress, moving the two of you up until you are laying in the center of the piece of furniture.

When you are positioned, he pulls back from you just to sit there before you, blue eyes scanning your frame. Devouring you.

Your legs are bent and spread, arms sprawled out above your head. In an anxious tick, your tongue darts out to lick your lips and Dmitri mimics the action. You want to ask him what he is going to do. But you hold back and instead sit silently, patiently. Waiting.

When Dmitri does move, he is pulling the simple white tee over his head. You avoid looking at his chest in fear that you’ll see the scars and cry again. Instead, you just look at him.

You follow his gaze and movements, until your eyes land on your pants. Your hips lift to make it easier for Dmitri to shimmy your bottoms down until you are bare in front of him, no layer of panties to remove.

Dmitri does not waste time marveling at the view. The patience that you had always known him to have has been lost for the moment. Not that you mind.

You rise onto your elbows to watch your husband lower himself. His eyes hold yours as his mouth comes to your cunt, lips puckering to place a kiss over your clit. Your breath hitches in your throat from the action, and it seems to knock out of your body completely when Dmitri’s tongue comes in contact with the bundle of nerves.

He gets to work. Licking and kissing and sucking along your cunt, delivering special attention to your clit. It’s almost embarrassing with how quick you react, how quick your abdomen begins to tighten.

When his middle finger pokes past your entrance, your hand reaches down to wrap around his wrist. He halts, disconnecting from your clit to stare up at you. Your eyes blink open and you both sit still for a moment or two, but then he begins to move his wrist again and you let go.

“Relax,” He coos. It takes you longer than you liked to do so, but when you do, your muscles tighten. Your arms give out and you lay flat against the bed, back arching, hips moving away from Dmitri only to come back to him again. He speeds up, adding a second finger, his ring finger, to loosen you up all while he sucks and licks around your clit.

One of your hands reach down to tangle in Dmitri’s hair, pulling him closer until his nose is pressed into the groomed hair along your groin. He revels in the small act of authority, moaning around your clit, making you feel the vibrations just when you needed them most.

You come suddenly and with a loud cry, face scrunched up in pleasure as tears prickle behind closed eyes. You want to hold them back, but when you open your eyes to see your lover above you, they spill out on their own.

He lets you cry. Kissing your cheeks and forehead and nose and lips while he lifts your shirt over your head. He kisses your collarbones and shoulders and the tops of your boobs as he unclips your bra and throws it off to the side of the bed.

Your eyes are blurred again while he kisses down the center of your chest, stopping to delicately kiss each of your hardened, and slightly pained, nipples. But when he gets down to your fluttery belly, and kisses your navel, you see him clearly. His eyes staring up at you, cheeks flush, lips glistening and shining pink.

There’s so much behind those eyes. Pain, hurt, worry, frustration, anger, betrayal, acceptance, hope, happiness.

Love.

You pull him up into a kiss, trying to convey everything you cannot say and everything you feel through your lips. Dmitri gets the memo, he always does and you know it.

His pants and boxers were long gone and your legs spread wider as you welcomed him into you. You hook one leg over his back as he begins to rock into you. The curve of his cock pressing into you perfectly, molded into your canal in a snug fit. Almost as if you two were made for each other.

You hold him close to you, arms around his shoulders, heel of your foot pressing him into you. There’s barely enough room for him to move but that’s okay. You would be fulfilled with Dmitri just sitting inside of you, warm and reassuring.

He finds room to move anyway.

Deep thrusts that softly rock you up the bed each time. Each time, he seems to go deeper and deeper. One or two thrusts bringing the tip of his head to your sensitive cervix. Your winces turn into moans when Dmitri presses his lips over yours, soothing you.

You begin to breathe in tune, shallow, sharp and short breaths coming from chapped lips. Your eyes never leave each other. He watches the way your eyebrows furrow. The way your lips part in soft moans, tongue darting out to wet them and then your teeth trapping your bottom lip behind them.

You watch him watch you. The way his eyes scan your face. The way he subconsciously mimics your moans, silently. The way his lips part when he softly groans.

Just as Dmitri always likes it, you come undone first. One of his hands slips in the tight space between your bodies to find your clit, rubbing tight circles with the pads of two digits. You try to hold out, wanting to come undone in time with him like some cliche.

But Dmitri always gets what he desires and when he tells you to come, you do. Your legs twitch, muscles clenching and unclenching everywhere across your body.

It’s that very action that has Dmitri close. Your walls fluttering around his dick.

You were stuttering out words, barely making any sense and unaware of your actions. “I–” Your head is thrown back. “I lov–”

He nods. “I know, darling. And I you.”

His hips stutter for a second and he grunts behind clenched teeth before he recomposes himself.

“Where do you want it?” He asks, voice low and gravely. Hoarse.

“In me.” Your words are clear. “I want you to come in me. Please.”

It’s barely three thrusts later when Dmitri’s hips slam into yours one final time. You feel his cock twitch inside of you and your walls clench, constricting around him and trapping him inside of you.

His come is hot inside of you, sputtering out in thick ropes that cause you to twitch each time. When he finishes, it takes him a while to pull out. Briefly, you think about telling him to stay just like this, body weight atop of you and cock stuffed inside of your cunt.

But you are so tired that you can barely think of anything.

By the time you recover, Dmitri has already cleaned both of you up and re-dressed you in your shirt and pants, bra foregone. He holds you against his chest, chin resting atop your head as you mold against his frame.

“He missed you.”

Dmitri hums, prompting you to clarify.

“Mikhail. He misses you.” His heart skips a beat.

“Does he?”

You nod. “He was miserable without you. We both were.”

Dmitri does not respond and you do not take offense to it. In fact, you feel the exact opposite.

You knew he was overwhelmed and processing the information.

That is okay. Dmitri could take all the time he needed to process.

Both of you could. Because no matter what, he was home.

Dmitri was home and your family was whole again.

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reggieslocket · 2 years

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#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve harrington #mike wheeler #peter ballard #max mayfield #jane hopper #dmitri antonov #will byers

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henry-alex · 2 years

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Dmitri Antonov | STRANGER THINGS 4 ↳ requested by anonymous

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stargirlstudio · 2 years

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Dmitri recognizes you from his dirty magazines

Dmitri "Enzo" Antonov x fem!reader

Warning: graphic smut (praise, teasing, dirty talk, slight sub/dom dynamics, switch dynamics, thigh riding, fucking on the floor, unprotected sex)

Summary: Your modeling days have been over for about 5 years now, but who knew you would be loved internationally, especially the Russian guard you've been trying to find. Maybe you can make his dreams come true...

18+ ONLY. DNI if under 18.

The moment Dmitri set his eyes on you, he knew you looked familiar. With Joyce and Hopper having their reunion, all he could focus on was you. With only a few days to get back to the states, he tried to get that thought out of his head.

I'm being ridiculous, I don't know her.

You mostly kept to yourself, opting to take in scenery and contributing where you could. It was a spur of the moment decision to come over after you saw your neighbor Joyce trying to smash a doll. You even helped a little with the Russian translation, albeit not by much. Community college courses helped with that and your career helped with that.

Once it was quiet, Dmitri took it upon himself to ask you “Do I know you from somewhere? I apologize it's just you seem so familiar?" He asked.

You laughed. "Hm, maybe? I guess if you’re a big reader,” He was still a little confused. “Do you read magazines?” Oh. Now he’s remembered. He's thankful that you two have taken refuge on the east side of the safe house. Grateful that the American man and his woman aren't here to witness his embarrassment.

I mean how could he forget, your pretty face in one of America's greatest contributions. Honey, was one of the most popular adult magazines aside from Playboy, finding their niche within amateur porn. The much more scandalous shots was easy money for Dmitri, selling magazines to guards and others alike. In fact, you were a fan favorite amongst the inmates.

"Didn't take you to be a pervert," You joked.

Dmitri shook his head, "I'm not a pervert. I didn't even look at your photos that much!"

"Naughty Dmitri, and I thought you were a scary guard," You whispered. Fuck, why did you have to say it like that. "Did you like them?" You asked. He nodded. So maybe he did lie, he loved them. You had no idea how many times he's jerked off to yours specifically. The special shots of you on your knees, fingering yourself with one hand and the other reaching out. He could imagine you palming him through his pants as you got wet, saying whatever he wanted to hear.

Please fuck me, I’ve been so good,

You’ve been very bad, do you think you deserve it, princess?

Cum inside me, please Dmitri I need you

You inched closer, “Do you have a favorite?” He turned his head, seeing you sitting on your knees. There’s too many photos of yours that were perfect, he didn’t have a favorite. Your hand, on his knee, moving incredibly slow.

“No uh,” He started. “They’re all very good,” Eyeing your hand. “I uh thought I was scary?” Dmitri joked. You smiled, coming closer to his ear.

“Maybe I was mistaken,” You whispered. “Maybe we can get to know each other? Only if you want,”

Dmitri placed both hands on your hips, “I want to,” he shifted you over his thigh as you kissed him, a soft moan coming out as you moved back and forth. “Take these off, I want to see you cum in your panties. Make a mess all over my thigh,” He helped you take off your pants, throwing them somewhere across the room. Guiding you across his thigh once again, he let your set your own pace. Groaning at the feeling of you soaking him through his pants.

"Fuck...these are cute aren't they," He said toying with the lace. "It's got a cute bow too. Fitting," Dmitri teased as he flexed watching your soft whimpers get louder. "You sound so pretty. We should get this off too," Lifting up your shirt. He reached for the clasp of your bra until you pinned his wrists against the wall.

You shook your head, "Take your shirt off. It's not fair if I'm the only one who's shirtless. I'm already ruining these for you, I wanna see all of you too," He complied. Dmitri would do anything for you. "For a man who hasn't seen a lot of my photos, you sure are eager,"

"I lied," He said quickly. "I've seen a lot more. Kept a lot more," You scoffed.

"I know," You said. "You're not good at lying," You got off, sitting on your knees in between his legs. "So selfish," You whispered as you palmed him. He groaned, he never expected this. He loved every second of it, trying to meet more of your touch. "You shouldn't have lied to me. I don't take kindly to liars love. So from now on, you do as I say or you won't cum," You helped him take off his pants.

"Please I want to cum, fuck...I need you," He pleaded. You laughed, taking off your panties, holding them in your hands. "I want you to ride me. I don't care if I don't cum, I just want to feel you. I've never wanted something so bad in my life" He continued. "Make my dreams come true,"

He looked good when he's desperate. The way his face is flushed and his soft moans. You couldn't get enough, he craved you. He needed you, it felt too good. "Do you think you deserve it?" You asked. He nodded vehemently, but you needed a verbal answer. "Yes or no?"

"Yes yes, fuck, please please darling I deserve it. I promise I'll listen, I won't lie anymore," bucking his hips up. You tapped his lips, stuffing your panties in his mouth. "Good, I need you to keep quiet okay. We can't wake anyone up. I can control myself, but I don't know about you," You told him, positioning yourself over his cock. The muffled moans reaching your ears as you sink down, your gasps making it harder for him to control himself. "Ah..you feel so good, where have you been all my life?"

Dmitri needed you to meet his thrusts, he went a little faster. Eyeing how beautiful you looked, fucked out as your tits swung in his face. He needed them in his mouth, but wanted to obey you. He held you closer, caressing every part of your body. It's everything he's ever wanted, he never thought in his life this would happen. Now you're here, he needed to prove himself. Just to make sure you wouldn't think of anyone else. He reached down, rubbing circles on your clit making you moan louder.

You took the panties out of his mouth, "Is it better than your imagination? Am I making your dreams come true?"

He gripped your hips harder, laying you on the floor with your legs over his shoulders, "Yes princess, shit, this is much better than my imagination. I didn't think you would feel so good around me. I can't get enough of you," He took one hand, holding the side of your face. You moved your head, licking his thumb and taking it into your mouth. "You're heaven sent aren't you? What happened to me staying quiet huh? You said I couldn't control myself," He said thrusting faster. "But here you are making a mess on my finger and my cock, angel,"

"I just needed to hear you," You whispered. Fuck, how could he resist you? Not when you say it like that. He moved faster, continuing to rub circles on your clit. "Right there, Dmitri! I'm gonna cum please don't stop,"

"Come on, cum for me angel," He whispered. "I'll make you cum as many times as you want, I need to feel you baby,"

You came, with his finger still in your mouth and his hand gripping your hips. "Where do you want me?" He asked you. "Need you to answer fast because I won't be able to hold out for much longer, you feel too good-"

"I want you inside. I need you to cum inside me Dmitri. It's okay," You whimpered. He positioned your legs at his hips, moving down to kiss your neck and your lips. "Please cum inside,"

He groaned into your mouth, whispering how pretty you are as he came inside you. "Thank you for making my dreams, reality,"

#dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri antonov #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #enzo x reader #enzo stranger things

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darkened-writer · 2 years

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Enzo Dating Headcanons

Request: HI SO UH IVE NEVER SENT A REQUEST TO ANYONE BEFORE IDK IF THIS IS WHERE YOU DO IT HAHAbut like uh I'm very addicted to Enzo from Stranger Things and I see your requests are open 👁👁can you do relationship headcanons for Enzo pls? I would actually die and give you a virtual hug tyty

Pairings: Dmitri Antonov (Enzo) x Reader

A/N: This request is from @master0fmurder !! Hope you enjoy!

⁍ YOU CANNOT TELL ME ENZO WOULD NOT BE A TOTAL GENTLEMAN, holding doors open, helping you out of the car, or pulling the chair out for you.

⁍ He likes PDA more privately than out in the open, because he still wants to keep up the “Tough” look.

⁍ The first time you hold hands, I swear, the man turns RED, but stays quiet.

⁍ Double dates with Hopper and Joyce??? YES PLEASE

⁍ He would eat every meal you make, AND COMPLIMENT IT HIGHLY. He loves food.

⁍ Likes to play with your hair, and to have his own hair played with.

⁍ He’s a natural charmer, so he’ll slip in a few flirtatious glances or remarks even while being around town, or in the privacy of your shared home.

⁍ Sharing clothes with him? Yes.

⁍ Cuddling? Also yes.

⁍ Definitely not a big bear hugger like Hopper, but he RADIATES heat.

⁍ He loves Russian music, so he’d be very interested in hearing American music. And, BY GOD, that man loves the funky toons of the decade. He’d try and dance with his s/o to just about any song on the radio.

⁍ He would seek optimism from his s/o since he himself is a general pessimist.

⁍ Hogs the blankets in your shared bed because he’s “cold”

⁍ Breaks open a “special whiskey” for any occasion, mostly anniversaries or his s/o’s birthday.

#xreader #fanfiction #headcanon #stranger things #stranger things x reader #enzo x reader #enzo #dmitri antonov #dmitri antonov x reader

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redbelles · 2 years

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“I was told the Peanut Butter Smuggler was once a great man. Before he lost his way to drink and cards. That he led his men to victory over the Chinese in Damansky. Is it true?”

“It is true.”

“That hero, where is he now? Because I do not see him.”

Tom Wlaschiha as Dmitri Antonov ↳ Stranger Things 4x09: The Piggyback

#tom wlaschiha #strangerthingsedit #dailystrangerthings #stranger things 4 #dmitri antonov #underbetelgeuse #userrobin #userkd #userhella #useraudrey2 #userninz #userleah #arthurpendragonns #*#and a pack of camels

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moooxy · 2 years

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Double Trouble (18+)

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov (Enzo) x f!Reader | Jim Hopper x f!Reader

Synopsis: the night before the big reunion sparks feelings and desires… during strip ‘poker’.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: Threesome, hair pulling, choking, stripping, gambling, deepthroating, spanking, very vulgar language…

AN: I’m so sorry this has taken so long to get out. I sped through the first part and when it came down to the smut I sort of avoided it for weeks.

The past few days had been eventful. Erratic, horrible, mortifying. But now, all was well (for the time being). It was finally time for you all to rest and calm down— it felt strange not having someone on guard at all times. You were picked up by Agent Stinson, and she profusely insisted that you all shower and get a good night's sleep before it was time for Hopper and Joyce to reunite with their kids. No one really knew what to do with Yuri, so he was put under Murray’s supervision (again).

Only the best hotel was chosen for the six of you. Yuri and Murray in one room, you and Joyce in another, and Hopper and Dmitri in the last. With it being such a short notice, the only hotel rooms were double beds— and it humoured you and Joyce just thinking about the awkwardness between the men.

Greedily, Yuri, Murray and Joyce called the first shower. You couldn’t be annoyed knowing you’d have more time than them in the shower.

“I can’t wait to wash my hair… and shave… and moisturise!” You dramatically grin, flaunting yourself over Dmitri’s lap. He’s sitting on his bed with you, Hopper is sitting next to Dmitri, leaning against the headboard.

Hopper nudges Dmitri, flashing him a devilish grin. It’d been their form of entertainment over the past few days— bonding over their attraction for you.

“Keep it in your pants,” Dmitri whispers over to Hopper.

Abruptly, you stand up and wander over to the huge bucket of clothes Stinson gave you all. You fish out a t-shirt with a cringey slogan, taking it as your pyjamas. There’s a red fabric peeking out under a pair of jeans, and curiosity gets the best of you.

Hopper almost winds himself when you squeal, he jolts upwards in shock.

You throw it over at Dmitri— and Hopper knowingly chuckles. “Shit, Antonov. Is that what you’re gonna wear to bed tonight?”

“Shut it, American.” He warns, picking the red thong from his lap and tossing it back to you. “We’d much rather see it on you, gorgeous.”

It takes all of your inner strength to stop yourself from turning into a blushing mess. Two can play at that game. “Who knew you were such a flirt, Dmitri? Maybe I’ll have to pay you a visit tonight…”

“Woah, woah,” Hopper chimes in. “I’m here too, sweetheart.”

“Hmmm, maybe I can convince Joyce to give you a surprise,” you playfully tease with a wink.

“Who said anything about Joyce?” Hopper retorts, all amusement stripped from his voice.

“Wow, I knew Dmitri was bad but you too James?” You giggle, emphasising his real name. He groans in annoyance, running a hand down his face.

“James?” Dmitri chortles.

“Don’t push it, Antonov. It’s Jim.” Hopper painfully replies.

“Oh my bad. We’re not at that level yet,” you wink.

Hopper opens his mouth to, without-a-doubt, berate you— but Joyce peeks her head through the door.

“Bathrooms free,” she says with a smile, drying her hair with a towel.

“See you later, boys,” you tease, picking up the t-shirt, the thong and a pair of shorts.

Once you’re out of the room, Dmitri speaks up. “Think you can swap rooms with her?”

“Definitely fuckin’ not. I want her too,” Hopper confesses and Dmitri hums like he’s well-aware of the statement.

“What about Joyce?” Dmitri can’t help but ask.

“What about her?”

There’s a selection of everything in the shower. High end shampoo and conditioner, hair mousse, strawberry scented body wash, a razor and moisturiser. It’s a perfect reward for being left dirty and unwashed for days in Russia. And as an extra, the hot water felt heavenly on your skin. You were sure the sexual banter with Hopper and Dmitri was just talk, but just in case— you shave everywhere.

After putting your clothes on, including the red thong, you go and find everyone. Your feet pad against the hallway floor, cold air flying to your bare legs. The shorts you picked out barely even showed, due to the oversized t-shirt you wore that probably should have been left for Hopper.

All rooms are empty, except for Hopper and Dmitri’s. When you enter, everyone is sitting on the bed, Yuri shuffling a deck of cards. Dmitri is missing— but not for long. The radio is playing lowly as you scan your eyes for the missing member of your group. Just as you shut the door, their en-suite bathroom door opens and Dmitri is walking out. He’s shirtless, water drips down his chest and abdomen, and there’s a towel around his waist. You feel your heart beat faster at the sight, you feel something erupt in your chest— like butterflies. You can’t help but ogle him in desire—

“Oooh! Love is in the air!” Yuri cackles, firmly pointing at you. Joyce and Murray look over and loudly laugh at the embarrassed look on your face— you’re mortified that you’ve been caught staring at Dmitri. He only flashes you a shy grin, putting a shirt on and coaxing you over to the bed.

The six of you played card games for what felt like hours. Yuri wanted something on the line, like money or drinks, but Joyce dismissed him like a naughty child. He didn’t step out of line after that.

With a yawn, Joyce gets up first. “I’m gonna hit the hay,” she says. Not long after, Yuri and Murray trot down the hallway to their shared room.

Dmitri didn’t want to say anything in front of the group, but he deems now a good time to tease you.

“Liked what you saw earlier, huh?” He asks, voice horse and accent as strong as ever. He’s grinning, leaning forwards towards you as if to say ‘my attention is all yours.’ Hopper continues to shuffle the cards, watching the scene play before him with a smug smirk.

“I just happened to glance over and then—“

“‘Glance’, sweetheart? You were drooling!” Hopper chuckles, noticing your cheeks flush red.

“Aw, she’s getting flustered now, aren’t you?” Dmitri sheepishly mumbles.

“Please can we change the subject?” You whine, shielding your face with your hands to ease the embarrassment.

“…I know. Let’s play strip poker,” Hopper proposes. Dmitri laughs loudly, agreeing.

You’re sceptical, “I don’t really know how to play poker…”

“Even better then,” Dmitri teases, poking your side. You playfully push him away, he’s still laughing. “What about blackjack then? Lowest or highest number strips.”

Hopper hums in agreement, both pairs of eyes loiter on you, waiting for a response. Finally, you sigh and nod. Dmitri can’t help but grin, rubbing his hands together like he’s about to start some drama.

Dmitri grabs a bottle of liquor from the cabinet tucked in the room, something he’d had his eyes on since he walked in. He’d been monitoring it with Yuri around, but he’d been only co-operative. He pours you drinks, insisting that you all drink beforehand to soothe the uncomfort.

Finally, you feel tipsy. Suddenly the radio captures your attention and your body is subconsciously swaying to the music.

“We’ll make this a fair game, yes? We wear three pieces of clothing: shirt, bottoms and underwear.” Dmitri starts and you hum in response. Then, he sits on the bed next to you and begins to shuffle the cards.

Ten minutes later, you’re all sucked right into the game. You’re missing your shorts, Dmitri is missing his jeans and Hopper is missing his shirt and his pants. Your heart aches at the sight of Hopper and how much weight he’s lost, but he looks happy with it and you know he would rather not talk about it.

You grin when you draw a 19. But surprisingly, no one else seems phased. You all decide to stick, presenting your cards to each other.

Hopper gets a 20, Dmitri gets 21. You groan, ignoring their laughs— you were the first to actually show something. You slip the thong off, your shirt covers your modesty. They mumble in annoyance, but you swatch their hands away and continue with the game.

“Wanna sit on my lap?” Dmitri asks.

“Or mine?” Hopper adds.

“Whoever wins this round can have me on their lap,” you say with a giggle.

“And if you win?” Dmitri asks.

“Then I get to stay right here and ogle.”

Hopper draws a 20, you draw a 23 with a dramatic groan and Dmitri draws an 18.

“Lucky bastard,” Dmitri mumbles.

Hopper pats his lap, you plop yourself eagerly onto his huge thighs.

“Ah ah sweetheart. Think you’re forgetting something.” Dmitri rumbles, sending heat straight to your core.

“Yeah you lost the round… still need to take this off,” Hopper whispers in your ear, hands pawing at your shirt.

You roll your eyes, taking the shirt off.

“ебать (fuck)…” Dmitri whispers under his breath.

“This is kind of backfiring on us, huh?” Hopper chuckles. “It’s taking all of my strength to not touch her…”

“Finish the game and then maybe you can touch…” you tease. Dmitris eyes light up, and you feel Hopper go rigid underneath you. “Winner gets to do whatever they want to me.”

“The stakes have been heightened,” Hopper grins. The next round, Dmitri loses. Him and Hopper are only in their underwear as he strips his t-shirt.

“Last game,” you say, getting up off of Hopper’s lap. You lean against the dresser, sticking your ass out and arching your back. Their eyes are trained on you, watching you seductively roll your hips. You playfully turn the music up, taking a swig of the tequila on the table. You’ve completely captured their attention — their eyes follow you when you sit on the bed with them. You shuffle the deck of cards, dealing them both two cards.

You analyse their faces, Dmitri’s lips twitch up and Hopper stays neutral. Dmitri sticks, leaving Hopper to gamble. When he picks up the card, he’s instantly grinning.

“Hope you have fun sleeping in the dog house, American,” Dmitri teases with a grin, flipping his cards over to reveal an ace and a ten.

“Hm?” Hopper nonchalantly replies, revealing his cards also. He has a seven, a nine, and a five — leaving them both with twenty one.

“Oh,” you realise, lips curling into a mischievous grin. “I think that means you can both play with me…”

“Well shit, sweetheart,” Hopper starts playfully. “You’re in for it now.”

“You asked for it, I hope you won’t run back on your word,” Dmitri says with his brows expectantly raised. He’s waiting for you to object, refuse, but nothing but a giggle leaves your lips. He stands up, pulling you up towards him. He pulls you into his arms, his hands sliding down your back which eventually fondle your ass. He looks down at you, his hot breath tickles your nose and his lust-blown eyes intimidate you. A presence behind you brushes against your skin, then the large body presses flush against your back.

Dmitri’s hands are adventurous and confident, whereas Hopper is slow and intimate. Hopper’s thick fingers tickle your pelvic bone, touching the bare area between your abdomen and your private areas. Then, you feel his stubble roughly rub against your neck. Your attention alternates between the two men — Dmitri would capture your attention by squeezing your ass a little too hard, Hopper would steal it by kissing your shoulder or trailing his fingers a little too far down.

Eventually, your attention is settled on the man in front of you. Your eyes fall to his poor, neglected lips and you desperately want to kiss him, shower him with attention just like you dreamed of doing ever since you heard him speak. You were attracted to both men, of course, but Dmitri was available and in closer reaching distance than Hopper. You never thought Hopper would be willing to do this considering his feelings for Joyce, but you were mistaken. He’d been wanting this as much as you.

“Kiss me,” you ask Dmitri, and he doesn’t hesitate to oblige. The kiss deepens, and you know Hopper’s beginning to feel left out when his hands abruptly cup your breasts. You pull away from Dmitri, a string of saliva conjoining the two of you together. Your head turns to the side, and Hopper’s lips are waiting for you. Lips latch onto your neck whilst you make out with Hopper now. Hopper is more sloppy, equally as good a kisser, but Dmitri was careful and precise with his lips — whereas Hopper is enthusiastically pushing his tongue into your mouth at the first given chance. Finally, a move is made:

“Let me have her first, American,” Dmitri groans, clothed cock rubbing against your thigh. He’s hard, painfully so, and clearly pent up with the way he was rutting against your bare skin.

“Hold your fuckin’ horses,” Hopper replies through the kiss, causing wet sounds to escape through parts of his dialogue. “Who do you want first, baby?”

“You know I can’t make a decision like that,” you say with a pout, and he nods like he’d been expecting that answer. “There’s a reason why I have a mouth and a—“ you cut yourself off, a grin forming on your face.

“You’re fuckin’ right, sweetheart.” Says Hopper.

Dmitri’s fingers tilt your jaw back to face him, and his lips capture yours once again. “Mmm, been waiting for this for too long,” Dmitri mumbles. You manage a breathily ‘yeah?’ through the kiss and he hums in clarification. “How do you want to do this, American?”

“You get her pussy, I’ll have her mouth,” he announces.

“Fine by me,” Dmitri agrees and you whine. “Sound good?” He asks you and you nod.

Immediately, Hopper sits on the couch and pulls you by the hips there with him. He sort of just looks at you for a moment, deciding which approach to take towards you. Fisting your hair, he abruptly pulls you to his mouth. The kiss is hot and heavy, his tongue plunges its way into yours. Dmitri watches, hands instinctively palming the ache in his boxers before he finally situates himself behind you. You’re on your hands and knees, kissing Hopper as your hand paws at his crotch. Dmitri’s eyes fall to your ass, your glistening pussy which is on perfect display for him.

“Jerk me off,” Hopper mumbles through the kiss and you nod. Your fingers wrap around his bulge in his boxers, squeezing and pumping. You hear him sigh in pleasure and you can’t help but smile. His eyes find yours, and you both just stare at each other for a moment. The silence in the room is erotically-charged, before fingers prodding at your entrance makes you yelp in surprise.

“Sorry, princess,” Dmitri chuckles. His middle and ring finger rub your clit in circles, he relieves his sore cock by lightly grinding against your ass. Dmitri’s pace of his fingers help you jerk Hopper off. You take him out of his boxers, slowly pumping him the same speed as Dmitri touches you. When his two fingers push inside of your hole, you can’t help but roll your hips in desperation. The feeling of his fingers inside of you burned, in such a euphoric way - you felt every hypersensitive curl of his fingers, every twitch, every pump. You felt him stretching you open, preparing you for himself.

“You like his fingers inside you, baby?” Hopper teases, his hand roughly grasps your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Yes,” you breathe out, “feels so good.”

“It’s been so long, hasn’t it, American?” Dmitri chuckles, a squelching sound filling the room. Hopper hums in agreement.

Your back arches, causing your hole to tighten around Dmitri’s fingers.

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy,” he rumbles. His fingers pull out of you, and it’s not long before you feel something rubbing down your slick pussy. This ‘something’ pushes at your entrance, it’s so much thicker than his fingers. You whine, head dipping down into Hopper’s lap as the oh-so familiar burning sensation of him stretching you out reoccurs.

“F-fuck,” you stutter out, mumbling into Hopper’s bare thigh. Hopper’s grinning when you look up at him, when Dmitri is fully inside of you.

“Well well, baby. You gonna use that mouth of yours to get me off?” Hopper rumbles, your hand on his chest feels the rumble of his gruff voice. You nod, immediately dipping down to get a taste of him. You open-mouthed kiss his raging head, feeling the moisture on your tongue. His head falls back, a sigh erupts from his lips and god— he looks like a fucking model. Dmitri slowly grinds into you, he’s waiting for you to get started on Hopper before he really begins to take what he’s wanted for months. “Don’t tease,” he snarls, teeth gritting and nose furiously pumping out air.

Taking him fully in your mouth is harder than it seems. He’s too long, too thick for you to comfortably suck — so it takes a whole lot more effort. You listened to him, not teasing and instantly getting on with it. He’s rock hard in your hand, wet, throbbing and starved.

The atmosphere alters quickly. Dmitri starts to speed up, your fist around Jim’s cock tightens, your mouth bobs up and down so much faster. The bulge in your cheek relentlessly nudges against the fleshy muscle, and Hopper groans when he notices it. His fingers wrap around your hair, pulling it away from your face. With his free hand, he caresses your cheek using his thumb. “So fucking pretty,” he grunts. “This is what you wanted, yeah? Getting fuckin’ pounded by one of us, suckin’ off the other? My, my, Antonov. I think we’ve been—“ he moans, “seduced.”

“This doll is behind it all?” Dmitri breathily replies, a sheen of moisture on his forehead. He pulls your hair from Hopper’s hand, lifting your head off Jim’s cock. “This cute face has seduced us?” He taunts. Your eyes open, meeting Hopper’s grinning face as Dmitri slams into you. The noises coming out of your mouth are involuntary now, you can’t control them, you weren’t aware you were even making them.

“Come on, honey,” Hopper soothes you. He firmly pats your cheek, “back to it. I’m almost close,” he says.

Your hair is let go, you feel two firm hands on your lower back. One occasionally spanks your ass, loud and firmly. You’re oh-so-desperately pumping Jim’s cock, taking him as deep as you can in your mouth. You feel him twitch and throb whenever you do something unexpected, and you feel you’re one step closer at cracking him.

“God, keep doing that and I’ma fuckin’ come,” Hopper groans. “Fuck,” he whispers to himself.

“Come on, big man. Take one for the team,” Dmitri whines from behind you. Only those two could turn fucking you into a competition.

“Shit, I will. I fuckin’ will,” his lower jaw collides with his top lip. “You ready for my cum, baby? You gonna eat it all?” He teases and you moan. The vibration of your voice pushes him over the edge and, before you know it, Dmitri leans forward to fist your hair. Your head is pulled up again, and shots of salty white spurt onto your face. You catch most of it on your tongue, swallowing as much as you can manage.

Russian is spewed from Dmitri’s mouth, and his cock is slapping against your slick folds. It pushes you over the edge, and you cum the same time as him.

Lights and spirits fade as you’re pulled into Hopper’s chest. Dmitri sits on the sofa next to him, chest heaving, but a wicked smile plastered on his face. He says nothing, only exchanging cheeky glances with Jim.

You wake up tangled between both men, in utter darkness. You shift slightly, and Hopper jolts up. When he realises it’s you that’s touching him, he relaxes.

“You okay?” He asks in a croaky, tired voice.

“Yeah,” you softly reply. You coax him to lay down again with you, his arm wraps around you and you’re pulled into his chest like a magnet. “Are you?”

“Yeah. Just not used to… safety yet, I guess.” He mumbles.

“Me too,” you reply. You hear his heartbeat and Dmitri’s quiet snores, you relish in the peace for a moment. “I should probably get back to my room,” you speak up.

“No, I’ll go. You stay with Antonov,” he reasons, and you barely protest.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, Joyce won’t mind,” he replies.

“Thank you.”

He only nods in the darkness before climbing out of bed.

“Hopper,” you grab his arm. He’s got a handful of his clothes, but he puts them on the bed to give you his full attention. “Jim,” you correct yourself. “Will you kiss me before you go?”

He doesn’t reply. You feel his breath on your face, and you know he’s leaning in to kiss you. It’s sweet, wet, full of desire and respect. It goes no further than a kiss, but it means so much.

“See you in the morning,” he says.

Light pools in as the door cracks open, but it’s quickly roped back into the hallway as the door clicks shut. You don’t remember much after that, despite strong arms encasing your body the whole night.

Dmitri treats you like a princess — like he’s playing his and filling in for Hopper’s place. He fucks you slow and lazy in the morning, he makes you cum using his fingers as morning light illuminates the room. His hands don’t leave your body, his sentences revolve solely around you, his thoughts are trained only on you. Dmitri is yours, he’s who you want to marry. He’s who you want to kiss, to wake up every morning next to, to share your life with. Hopper wants that with Joyce, and you’re all aware and okay with that.

#jim hopper smut #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper #hopper x reader #hopper smut #jim hopper x you #hopper x reader x enzo #enzo stranger things #enzo x reader #enzo smut #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri antonov #hopper x reader x dmitri #dmitri antonov smut

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littledozerdraws · 2 years

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#stranger things #dmitri antonov #jim hopper #dmitri enzo antonov #dozerdraws #doodles #enzo x hopper #do we have a ship name for them?#jail dads #i'm callin 'em jail dads now

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daniel-bruehl · 2 years

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Tom Wlaschiha starring as 'Enzo' / Dmitri Antonov STRANGER THINGS 4 | Chapter Five: The Nina Project

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twistnet · 2 years

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to hold [ dmitri antonov ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; hopper and murray have an odd habit of dropping off russian fugitives to your home, and you’re finding you may like this one more than you thought // part two

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader, slight angst [ some sad moments ] + general fluff

“you want me to... what?” you question once more, looking between murray, hopper and an unknown person lingering just between them, “we need you to house our friend for a little bit while i make some arrangements.” murray states again, gesturing kindly to the man behind him with a generous smile.

however, your face betrays you in the fact the request is almost so random, you have a hard time believing the words falling from his mouth. the almost bald man opens his mouth to speak when you cut him off with a wave of your hand, “why can’t he stay at your bunker? like you did with the last one?”

this question seems to pique the interest of the man between the group, as he looks between the other two man as hopper scoffs, “can you just... watch him while he figure some things out?” he practically pleads with you, still dressed in his prison uniform before he’s gesturing for the man behind him to move forward. you sigh heavily, opening the door wider for the man to enter, “shower’s just down the hallway, on the left.”

he seems grateful for the offering, heading down the hallway towards the specified room before closing the door behind him, “do i at least get his name?” you question the two man as they step down from your porch, and hopper nods with a brief smile, “dmitri antonov. he saved my life.”

you nod, uttering them both a soft goodbye before closing the door. with another heavy sigh, you move into the spare bedroom, digging through old boxes of clothes that your previous partner never came back to get. finding some suitable clothing items before heading for the bathroom and gently knocking, “i have some clothes for you, i’m just gonna set them on the counter.” you wait until there’s a sound of agreement, and you open the door just enough to set the items on the counter before closing the door right back up.

heading down the hall, you step into the kitchen and look over your supplies, before drawing a blank on what to even fix for your new guest that had literally been dropped off on your porch. you figure just to wait until he’s finished with his shower before fixing anything for him to eat -- as the two man mentions briefly they had been living off peanut butter.

the tell-tale sign of the bathroom door opening hits your ears, and you stand from the couch as dmitri comes walking back down the hallway, “so, dmitri, anything particular you want to eat?” you question, noting the look of surprise the falls over his features as he pauses, “you... know my name?”

“yeah, hopper and murray told me before they left. so, what do you want to eat?” after noticing he’s been standing in the hallway for far too long, you usher him into the kitchen with a wave of your hand, giving him the chance to look over everything you have in your fridge of pantry as you begin to rattle off some things you could easily make without too much of a mess.

“you have a lot of food.” his comment throws you off, as you turn to look where he’s peering into the pantry, eyes wide with wonderment and your face softens, “different from your home country?” you ask hesitantly as he nods with a thin smile before pulling a few items from the pantry -- bread and peanut butter.

“you can have whatever you want. won’t here any complaints from me.” dmitri thanks you softly, before asking where your plates and cutlery are so he can fix the food himself. you busy yourself with getting some items ready for that nights dinner, letting him do as he pleases before heading to sit back in the living room and occupy yourself with some tv.

dmitri sinks into the arm chair to your left, his eyes glued to the screen as he quietly eats his food, more than content with his choice. he keeps to himself, still not sure what’s going on and unsure about you. until he softly clears his throat to gain your attention, “i never asked, what’s your name?”

you turn to him with a smile, telling him your name and feeling your face heat slightly as he repeats it a few times before a smile comes to his lips, “it’s very pretty.” he compliments, and you shy away from his gaze with a gentle ‘thank you’ before turning back towards the tv screen.

you leave him in the living room after glancing over at the clock, finding it well past the time to start working on preparing dinner for the two of you. he seems oblivious to your clattering around in the kitchen, too focused on the looney tones cartoon that plays on the screen in front of him. something that makes you smile before pulling out a mixing bowl.

as dinner cooks, the smell begins to waft through the house, bringing dmitri’s attention to where you stand in the kitchen, preparing a few sides to go along with the main course. his stomach growls in response, forcing a light blush to cover his cheeks as you look over at him with a smile, “you hungry?”

he nods, standing from the arm chair to walk into the kitchen behind you, “it smells good. what is it?” he questions softly, looking over the ingredients you have set out along the counter, “just some chicken and vegetables. should be ready in a few minutes.” he smiles gratefully, offering to help you set the table while you put the last touches on the food cooking in the oven.

uttering a soft ‘thank you’ as you hand him a plate of food, and usher him over to the table to eat. the two of you sit in silence for a short minute before dmitri looks up from his plate with a curious face, “you mentioned to the american... murray, that i could have stayed at the bunker like the last one. what did you mean by that?”

“last summer, there was this russian scientist named alexei -- never got a last name. but joyce and hopper saved him while trying to figure out what the russians were doing at the starcourt mall. they brought him to murray because he couldn’t speak much english. he was... really nice.”

dmitri blinks in surprise, leaning forward a little bit in interest, “is he still here?” at his words, you swallow harshly before shaking your head, “no... someone killed him. another russian i think.” you were never given more information on what had happened to alexei following his death, as the focus had been turned to defeating the mind flayer as hopper and joyce went deeper into the mall.“shame. would have been nice to not be so alone.” he muses softly, only looking back up at you when your hand lands atop his in comfort, “hey, you’re not alone. i’m here, and hopper is a few minutes down the road.”

over the course of the next few months, you and dmitri had settled into a routine. spending most of your days with the other, while teaching him a few american customs -- so he wasn’t sticking out like a sore thumb when the two of you would go out into town.

you showed him everything you could, from the parks to the different stores that lined the streets, to the different restaurants scatter throughout the small town. dmitri’s face lighting up with each new thing he interacted with as things in america were completely different from russia -- something he commented on quite alot. that, and how warm it was here.

hopper and murray would drop by every week, bringing updates on different things, including the status of dmitri’s son, who they had been trying to get over to the us for a few weeks. and while dmitri had done his best to hide the disappointment of hearing that his son was still in russia, you always saw how it had truly effected him after the two man had left.

“i... think my son would like this very much.” dmitri comments, looking over the freezers full of ice cream with a withered smile. since his time staying with you, he hadn’t talked much about his personal life, other than the fact to mention his son and wife, who he was no longer seeing. “do you want to get something for him to have when he arrives? ice cream lasts a while in the freezer.” dmitri nods softly, picking out a flavor he knows his son is sure to like before following behind you to finish up your grocery shopping for the week.

a knock on your door had you motioning to dmitri to keep where he was as you moved toward the door to investigate. outside, hopper and murray stood with a young boy, maybe fourteen at the most, who looked like a spitting image of his father, “we got him.” jim smiles up at you, and just as you turn to call dmitri down to the door, the man steps in behind you, tears already pricking his eyes as he sees his son.

the boy utters something in russian, before surging forward to wrap his arms around his father. you quietly thank hopper and murray, stepping back inside to give the two some time and privacy to catch up on their missed time.

as the evening rolls in, the two are seated in the living room watching looney tones before dmitri’s son pipes up from beside his father, “ty ikh lyubish'?” the question takes him by surprise, eyes shooting up to where you stand in the kitchen cleaning up your mess from lunch.

“pochemu ty sprashivayesh'?” he asks his son, raising a brow as the boy only smiles, “YA videl, kak ty smotrish' na nikh. kak oni derzhat vashe serdtse.” the words have more of an effect on him than he would have liked to admit, but there was no denying the feelings dmitri held toward you -- yet, never voicing them out of fear of overstepping the boundaries you had gladly dropped to let him into your home.

“eto potomu, chto oni delayut.” he smiles, looking up as you join the two in the living room, almost reminiscent of a family as laughter rings out over something happening in the show. dmitri smiles, looking between you and his son, thinking he couldn’t get any luckier tan this moment now.

translations

ty ikh lyubish'? -- do you love them?

pochemu ty sprashivayesh'? -- why do you ask?

YA videl, kak ty smotrish' na nikh. kak oni derzhat vashe serdtse. -- i’ve seen the way you look at them. like they hold your heart

eto potomu, chto oni delayut. -- that is because they do.

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