#dmitri antonov angst

[murdrdocs]

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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[sxriusblxck]

hi baby bee!!!

requesting enzo smut with like teasing and casual dominance before and then punishment sex after PUH LEAAAASE but like rough punishment sex and then soft after care with big russian man 0_0

-🌿

hehe of course, my love

dmitri antonov x gn!afab!reader

warnings: teasing, very light exhibition, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, oral (female receiving), spanking, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 1,530

/////

"C'mere." Enzo's raspy purr pulls you from the daze you were in, eyes darting to meet his.

He's sat on Joyce's couch, Hopper sat next to him, hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey as he beckons you over.

You follow without hesitation, abandoning the task you'd already forgotten about in favor of trotting into the living room, taking your rightful place on one of his muscular thighs.

"Hi." You murmur, linking your arms around his neck.

"Wanna play?" He asks, accent thick from the whiskey he'd been sipping.

"No, I'll just watch."

You wouldn't say it out loud, but watching him play poker was extremely attractive. The way his eyebrows furrowed, how he bit his lip when he was concentrated, when he took a larger sip of his whiskey because he was dealt a bad hand. You were almost feral.

You're sat on his lap for a mere fifteen minutes before you start to get antsy. The game started to get less interesting, no longer entertained by Joyce's glare and Hopper's irritated grunts.

You spare a glance toward Dmitri, noting how focused he was on the on the game before plotting your next move.

Face displayed with a look of pure innocence, you shift your hips so your back is now against his chest and your ass is pressed against his crotch. You hear his disgruntled huff, but ignore it, grabbing his arms to wrap around your waist, spread cards now a half-foot away from you.

He relaxes after a minute, acclimating to the new position quickly. It's then when you decide to shift, his soft cock now nuzzled between your asscheeks through your leggings and his jeans.

"What are you doing?" He growls into your ear, low enough so only you can hear, grip tightening on your hip.

"I'm not doing anything." You whisper back, settling into your new position.

He grunts, returning his focus back to the game while you decide your next move.

You need it to be subtle enough where Joyce and Jim won't notice, but impactful enough the Dmitri will be effected by it.

Two minutes after his subtle warning, you grind your ass back into his now half-hard crotch, sliding it between the split of your ass.

"Stop." He growls, this time not a warning, but a command.

You don't respond, at least not verbally.

Spreading your legs so your knees are right outside of his, you grind against him again. Your turn your head so your mouth is right by his ear, nibbling gently at the lobe while Joyce and Jim's attention is focused elsewhere.

"I'm so wet for you." You whisper breathlessly into his ear, knowing just how much it would affect him.

His fingers grip you harder, posture straightening. You hear a sharp inhale from behind you before his cards are being thrown down onto the glass coffee table.

"I fold. We are leaving."

/////

You cry out, Dmitri's hand coming down on your ass once again.

"What's the number?" He grits, annoyance thick like molasses in his tone.

"S-Seven." You whimper out, ass already sore, stinging from the brunt of his open-palm against the sensitive flesh.

"Good." He hums.

He continues until he's reached twenty, your ass sore and mind beaten into submission.

He lifts you by your under-arms, tossing you so your back is on the bed, head on the plush pillows. He pulls his shirt over his head before kneeling on the bed, crawling until he's hovered above you, hands supporting his weight on either side of your head.

He grinds his thick, hard cock into your bare pussy, wetness soaking through his thin boxers. He moans, grinding harder as you whine.

"Please." You whimper, needy and unashamed.

He grins, shaking his head before moving down, nipping at your neck before crawling down your body until he's level with your navel.

He presses a kiss to your hip before moving toward your pussy, spreading your lips, groaning at the slight wet sound it makes. He leans in, licking a strip from your hole to your clit.

You moan, fisting the sheets as he laps at you. He collects every drop of your arousal before sucking at your clit like it gave him oxygen.

"ебать ребенка." He purrs into your cunt.

You don't know what he said, but the Russian dialect paired with the way he's lapping at your folds like a man starved has you crying out and grinding your hips into his face.

He groans, holding your hip, encouraging you to roll them into his face. Eating you like like it's his only purpose in life, he manages to slip two of his thick fingers into your hole like its nothing.

"P-Please." You're nearly crying, eyes wet with tears, throat thick from the need to scream his name until your neighbors know his name.

"You can hold on a bit longer." He separates from your sopping pussy to say before diving right back in.

You're in shambles. Fisting the bed sheets like it's the only thing keeping you centered to the earth, back arching like it'll break if you don't, pussy screaming for reprieve.

Just as you're about to fall off the edge, orgasm so close you can nearly taste it, he rips all stimulation away.

"Baby!" You cry, distressed from his denial.

"You have to learn somehow." He shrugs before climbing up the length of your body.

He's now eye-level with you, pouty lip and big doe eyes on display, just for him.

He tuts, shaking his head. "No, you're not getting away with this behavior once again."

Then his hand is around the base of his cock, stroking himself nice and slow while you watch. Lip jutted, eyes pleading, he fucks his fist to the sight.

You barely have time to wrap your lips around a 'please' before he's sinking into you to the hilt. Balls deep, tip kissing your cervix, you feel more than full.

"Fuck-" You cry, bare chest brushing his as your back arches off the bed.

"Baby." He pants. "Моя любовь, please."

His whining is new, but you know he's just as desperate as you are, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

You grind your hips upward, fucking yourself back on his cock while he starts a pace of steady thrusts.

"Oh fuck." Your voice breaks on the last syllable.

He grunts, swooping an arm under your waist, lifting your hips closer while he moves onto his knees. He hits even deeper this way, nearly in your stomach with how big he is.

The sloppy wet sound of him fucking you echoes through the room, bringing heat to your cheeks with how salacious it was.

He brings one of your legs up, hiking it over his shoulder so he gets even deeper, which you didn't think was possible.

"Jesus- так хорошо для меня." He damn near growls.

You mewl at his thick accent, squeezing down on his cock like it was your life's purpose. He grunts in response, bringing a hand down to toy with your sensitive clit.

"Close- m'so close, Dmitri."

"Come for me, baby." He instructs, and your body follows on command.

Crying out, your back arches off the bed, eyes rolling back as waves of euphoria wash over you.

He groans at the feeling of your cunt spasming around him, cock throbbing from within you, only prolonging your orgasm.

"Squeezing me so good." He purrs, letting his weight drop so his whole body is covering yours, fucking you into the mattress with all his strength.

Your cries fill the room, his fingers still on your overstimulated clit, urging you to grip his cock while he chases his own high.

His head fits itself within the crook of your neck, nibbling and sucking at the soft skin while his hips grind into yours.

"Can't- feels so- please." You can barely form a sentence, too cock-drunk to even muster anything better than a few slurred words.

"You can take it, малыш." He grins. "Take my cock and I might let you come again."

You manage a nod, gasping out at the new angle, your sweet spot repeatedly getting abused with each powerful thrust. He's somehow managing to fuck you into, and up the bed. Your head is dizzy, chest heaving as he uses your pussy for his pleasure.

You feel his thrusts grow sloppy, balls thwacking against your ass, cock starting to leak the longer he goes on.

"Are you gonna come for me, Sir?" You peer up to him through your lashes, lips parting through a (slightly) dramatic gasp.

He groans, deep and loud.

"Fuck yes." His pink lips part. "Are you going to take my load, pet?"

"Please, give it to me, Sir."

"Take it, take it, take it." He groans, cock throbbing as he spills his load deep in your pussy.

Once your walls are thoroughly painted with his load, clit sensitive, and mind foggy, he pulls out and collapses beside you.

You're both panting as you roll onto your side, attaching your body to his side like a koala.

"I'm definitely doing that again now that I know this is the outcome."

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[barbienese]

who hurt you?

fem!reader x dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov

when reader gets hurt, enzo is worried.

“please Y/N, who hurt you?”

warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of death, angst and fluff

request from @athenastearss !! i hope you enjoyed it love <3

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You were one of the few female guards that worked at the prison. One of the last ones still standing, anyway.

Not many were cut out for your position as head guard. Your position had seen many before you and from what you heard, none of them left peacefully.

The misogyny in the prison was insane. Many disagreed with your place as head guard, their excuse being “a prison was no place for a woman.”

You’d heard that from almost everybody you’d come across in your time.

Except Enzo. He was different.

From the day he started, he respected you. Over time, the two of you had built an unbreakable bond. He was very protective of you too, sometimes over the top and extreme.

But you loved that about him, it made you feel safe.

Today was like any other day, you were doing your usual patrol. As you got to the last wing of cells, you noticed something was off. You looked into a cell.

It was empty.

An immense feeling of dread washed over you when you were slammed to the ground.

You looked up and saw a 4 pairs of eyes staring back at you. From the messy hair and overall dirty disheveled appearance, you knew they were all prisoners.

Looking closer, you recognized one of them. He was the biggest of the bunch. His name?

Vladimir Milag.

By far one of the most violent prisoners were locked up, he was feared by both guards and other prisoners. Out of all, he was the most menacing and evil.

He was the only prisoner you were intimidated by.

A groan erupted from your throat as they each took turns stomping, punching and kicking you as you were laid on the cold concrete. Pain wrecked through your entire body.

You tried to scream, but nothing came out. They all stopped to laugh at your desperation.

“No one is coming to save you, princess.” Vladimir snickered, “No one.”

He and his friends cackled as they continued their merciless assault on you.

Soon, the pain turned to numbness. Your eyes fluttered shut as you passed out.

The last thing you heard, was a faint “Y/N!”

—

It was a faint beeping noise that woke you up.

You sat up, surveying your surroundings.

The walls were painted a pale blue, which popped in contrast to the white machines that lined them

“Fuck.” You winced, holding your head.

You could barely move. Scratches, bruises and cuts covered by bandages lined your entire body.

A familiar voice rang out. “Y/N! You’re finally awake.”

There, leaning against the doorway, was a very concerned Enzo.

You frowned as you surveyed his appearance. Dark bags lined his eyes which lacked the glint they once held, and his beard was unkept and messy.

The air was thick. None of you knew what to say, all you did was look at each other with the same sad stare.

“Who did this to you?” He asked, breaking the silence.

You thickly swallowed, “Just some prisoners, it’s fine—”

“—No it isn’t.”

“Enzo, please. It’s part of the job, forget about it—”

“—How do you expect me to forget that? You’ve been out for 2 weeks Y/N. The doctors thought you weren’t ever gonna wake up..” Enzo shouted, making you flinch. “So no, Y/N. I’m not gonna fucking forget about it.”

His voice broke, pure distress etched into his features. You frowned as he sat on the edge of your bed.

He sighed, “Please Y/N, who hurt you?”

“If I tell you,” You paused, “Will you let it go?”

“Yes.” He answered that all too quickly.

“Enzo.” You sighed.

“Y/N.” He smirked back.

You threw your hands up in defeat, “It was Vladimir and his goonies. But I don’t know how they got out.”

“Don’t worry about that my love,” He leaned forward, caressing your cheek. “But now, you’ve gotta get some rest.”

He leaned forward and kissed your cheek.

You blushed immediately, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Goodnight Y/N.“

“Goodnight Enzo.”

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[spencer-reids-wrld]

Umm hey y’all…. My bf broke up with me so I’m back bc this is how I escaped reality😗✌️!! This kind of feels like when you suddenly go back to your friends after leaving them for your bf lol

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[strangerthingslover69]

Your Russian Professor ~ part 3

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ swearing, drinking, smut ~

In class the next day you found it hard to concentrate on your Professor talking. Remembering yesterdays conversation, how close you were to one another, his voice in your ear. God you were horny in the middle of class. It didn’t help by how much Dmitri talked with his hands. You were hypnotised by his hands. They were large and he moved them so carefully. You imagined what those fingers could do to you. How they would feel holding your hand down as he rammed himself into you. How they would feel inside of you knowing he could hit the places you couldn’t. Your thoughts were cut short’ ‘Y/N, what is answer to number four?’ Dmitri asked. Shit you weren’t listening. ‘I-I erm’ Dmitri walked over to you. ‘Were you even listening to me?’ He lowered himself and looked down on you. His hands leaning across your desk. Damn those hands. ‘S-sorry sir’ you looked down not daring to look up. ‘See me after class please’ he said walking off. You nodded. You wondered what had happened for his demeanour to change

You waited for everyone to leave before you left your desk. You walked over slowly approaching you professor. ‘You wanted to see me?’ You said in a small voice. He looked up at you with a disappointed face. ‘Y/N, why are you not paying attention in my class? Do you not want to learn?’ He asks you raising his eyebrows. You take a step closer to his desk. ‘I do! I’m sorry. I just get distracted. I don’t mean to. I promise I’ll listen better Sir.’ You say sadly looking at your shoes. He stands up from his chair and leans across the desk lifting you chin up so you can look at him. His touch makes you gasp. He quickly moves it away and sighs, ‘I marked your assignment already. It was very good. You did well. I need to do to do that in class too. I’m sure whatever has you distracted you can leave it. No?’ He says to you. All you can do is nod. ‘Since I already marked your assignment you can go. I have to be somewhere tonight’ he tells you. You try not to show your disappointment as your shoulders slump down ‘Okay. I’ll see you Monday sir. Good night’ you leave feeling sad. He was so different to you yesterday. What had you done wrong? Where did he need to be? You decided to push those thoughts away, he had clearly changed his mind about you. Walking to your dorm you bump into some others from your Russian class. You haven’t really got close to anyone but still make small talk. They invite you to a party someone is throwing and with the day you’ve had you think fuck it and agree to go. You needed to forget about your professor. He clearly forgotten about you

Dmitri didn’t have any plans, he ended up staying and marking the work from that day and the rest of the assignments. But he was a stuck with his mind battling itself. ‘It was the right thing to do. She’s too young. Your her professor. But why did she have to call you sir! Why did she have to wear a cute blue dress today that he could see your nipples poking through.’ His dick strained in his jeans. After you left yesterday his boss was telling him how well he was doing and praised how much time he gives his students. She was proud of him. He felt happiness to hear this but guilt as the thoughts he’d been having about you. You both shared such an intense intimate moment yesterday. He loved his job and didn’t want to lose it. After his phone call with you and how he touched himself he decided there to push any thoughts and feelings away. He needed to treat you the same way. He did feel guilty leading you on. You looked so sad when you were leaving but it was the right thing to do.

You browse your wardrobe looking for something to wear. You wanted to look hot. You wanted someone to want you. You needed to fuck to forget. You’re not a whore but you were gonna act like one. ‘Perfect!’ You say pulling out a dress hiding away. Normally you wouldn’t dare such a thing but the way you were feeling you didn’t care. You looked at your self in the mirror. You look hot. Your dress was black and hung around your curves in the right places. It sat comfortably under your ass cheeks, if you bent down you’d definitely be able to see the black lacy thong you wore. It was low cut showing a very good amount of cleavage. It didn’t leave too much imagination. You did light make up. Eye liner, mascara and a dark red lip. You wore your hair down so it flowed loose and curly. You added some accessories of a cute blue ring -matches your professors eyes you thought, you quickly push those thoughts away - a choker and some thin black tights. You were not a fan of heels so wore you black laced boots. You were ready. A girl from your class called Hannah came to your door to walk you to the party. Before leaving you both had a couple of shots for courage. ‘Can I just say Y/N you look incredible!’ She says as you walk down the halls. ‘Thank you! So do you!’ She did. She looked lovely. Hannah wore a black dress too but longer than yours covering her chest. You felt rather exposed but you gave up caring. You entered the dorm room, it was pretty full. Technically no parties or drinking were allowed on campus but you didn’t care and neither did anyone else. You and Hannah squeezed your way into the room finding the closet alcohol you could get your hands on. There were plenty of cute and single boys here. And you knew some eyes were most definitely on you. You drank and you danced with Hannah for the start of the night but she got with someone, a girl to your surprise no judgment at all. As you carried on drinking from your cup you felt someone’s hand come onto your hip. ‘Hey there baby’ he whispered in your ear. You turn to face him and my oh my he was hot. ‘Hey there yourself pretty boy’ you reply, the alcohol definitely giving you courage. ‘What’s a pretty girl like you dancing all alone?’ He asks, his hand roaming further down near your ass. Your bodies pressing more closely to one another. ‘I was waiting for you’ -cringe- ‘The names Billy.‘ he says squeezing your ass. Making you squirm with excitement. ‘Y/N. Nice to meet you Billy’ you slur to him. ‘Y/N, wanna dance?’ He asks spinning you so your back is pressed against his chest again. ‘I’d love to’ you reply as you begin ‘dancing’ with one another.

Dmitri puts down his pen and stretches up. ‘Ну наконец то’ (finally) All work is marked up to date and assignments graded. He looked at his watch 10:45, it took him longer than he expected. Some of the wording was hard to read as they butchered his beautiful language. He gathered his things and locked the classroom door exiting the building ready to go to his car and finally go home. As he was making his way to his car he heard a gaggle of students outside, clearly drunk. He sighed making his way over. ‘Okay guys c’mon it’s past curfew. Time to go!’ He said moving them away. One protested, ‘C’mon professor! The parties still go- ow!’ They shout as one of their friends hits them. ‘Party? Where is this party?’

Billy and you were still ‘dancing’ okay so he was basically grinding his dick into your ass. You could feel the outline of his dick. ‘Baby you are so hot’ he whispers into your ear, his lips starting to move down to kiss your neck. Making you moan. No one can hear as the musics too loud and no one cares. Everyone including you is wasted. His hands start to slowly roam down your body. Stopping at the bottom of your dress. His hand creeping it’s way under when you hear a familiar voice shouting. ‘вечеринки закончились!’ He shouts over the music. No one knows what he’s saying not just because you’re all wasted. ‘I said PARTIES OVER. C’mon out. Unless you all want to be kicked off your course. GO!’ He cuts the music off. Some party goers leave right away, ‘I will be informing the head of year about this!’ He shouts as he makes his way into the room more to heard students away. He stops when he sees you. His eyes look you up and down. He thinks how sexy you look in that tight dress. You’re too drunk to tell but you think he’s angry. You forgot Billy was on you till he whispers, ‘wanna take this back to mine?’ You stand there frozen unable to move, you let out a nervous giggle and this brings Dmitri over. ‘Ahh Mr Hargrove. I believe you are on your last warning already with your professor no? I suggest you leave right now before I make a call to your parents letting them know about how you spend your time, no?’ Billy’s hand move off you and he moves back, ‘fuck. Don’t my old man will not be happy, please don’t’ Billy is pleading with Dmitri. ‘Go now and I will forget about this.’ Dmitri snarls. Billy exits without looking back at you. Dmitri watches him leave and turns to you, ‘Y/N. How disappointing.’ He says folding his arms. You have drank so much that you can’t help but giggle. ‘I-I’m sorry sir. - your feeling very brave as you take a step closer to him resting a hand on his chest - ‘I’m a naughty girl’ you say biting your lip. Not everyone has left yet so they give you some questionable stares. Dmitri notices and removes your hand off him, ‘you are drunk. Too drunk. I am tired. Too tired for this дерьмо (shit) Go back to your dorm room. Now’ he says with a serious look. ‘Can you help me there sir? I’m very drunk and *hiccup* don’t think I can make it there by *hiccup* myself.’ You slur your words and give him a smile. Dmitri rubs his eyes and let’s out a heavy breath. He knows he can’t leave you like this. ‘черт возьми’ (for fuck sake) he mutters under his breath. ‘Come on Y/N. Let’s get you back.’ He says. You smile eager as you follow him out.

‘Where is your room?’ He asks turning around. Only you’re not there. You’re on the floor, you’ve lost your balance and fallen over. You’re just laid on there laughing. Everyone had left now so it’s just you and Dmitri. ‘Seriously?’ He asks with his hands on his hips. ‘S-sorry sssir! The floor tripped me *hiccup* up’ you say attempting to get yourself up. You fail. Dmitri sighs as he leans down to help you. Your dress has lifted up and exposing your barely covered ass. You don’t notice but Dmitri certainly does. He finds it a challenge not to look. He helps you up and you instantly hook your arm around his. He moves your dress down for you. He wants to touch it so bad. ‘I-it’s just down the hall and and to the *hiccup* left’ you say giving direction to Dmitri. ‘I’m surprised you remember your way, you’ve clearly had too much’ Dmitri says harshly at you. ‘Well, w-why the fuck not! *hiccup* you you wanna know why? Why *hiccup* I drank?’ You say stopping your tracks and pointing him in the chest. He turns to you quizzically. ‘You. You professor A-Antonov. You are why!’ you say sadly stumbling off you your room. Dmitri is quick behind you. He reaches for you and pulls your wrist turning you around. ‘Me? What the hell did I do?!’ You move away rolling you eyes. You fumble in your bra, Dmitri looking down at your chest gulping. You pull out your key and go unlock your door. Making your way through your room before plonking heavily down on your bed. Dmitri follows you in locking the door behind. ‘You. You confused me! Y-you flirted with me. Y-ou almost touched me for Christ sake!’ You sit up saying it loudly l than you meant. He rushed over convering your mouth with his hand. You look up into his eyes, they are such a pretty blue. Your eyes are wet from being upset as you try not to cry. ‘I am sorry. I did not mean to hurt or upset you Y/N’ Dmitri says genuinely to you. He removes his hand and sits next to you. ‘Professor- I know I haven’t known you long *hiccup* time but I l-like you. I want you. I can’t stop thinking about you *hiccup* your my distraction. - still very drunk you are feeling more brave. You put your hand on his thigh moving it up and down. You can see him visibly gulping. ‘It’s so hard to concentrate when you wear those tight shirts and trousers.’ You hand goes higher near his growing erection. ‘I can’t help but imagine the things you’d do to me with those hands. They are so big, i bet they-‘ your voice is cut off by someone knocking on your door. ‘Y/N?’ You hear Billy’s voice. He tried the door handle, thank god Dmitri locked it. ‘C’mon baby, the commies gone now. Let me in’ he says through your door. You see Dmitri’s hand turning into a fist. His nostrils flaring.

Before he knows what he’s doing he’s pushing you back in to the bed climbing on top of you. Your head spins as he pushes you down. Dmitri’s eyes are filled with something you’ve not see before. He lowers himself to your bottom half spreading your legs open. ‘Блядь’ (fuck) he mutters to himself. He pushes your dress up and rips your thong off throwing it on the floor. You gasp taken by surprise if his actions. He looks up at you, ‘Y/N here is what’s going to happen. I am going to eat this perfect little pussy and you are going to be as quiet as a mouse. You don’t want your ‘friend’ to hear you, no?’ He whispers. You shake your head. ‘хорошая девочка’ (good girl) You don’t know what he’s says but it sends shivers everywhere. Dmitri latches onto your clit straight away knowing exactly where it is. You cover your mouth quickly to hide your moan. Billy knocks again, ‘I know you want me baby. I know you want my dick in that pussy’. Hearing him say this Dmitri gets angry. He latched his lips more intensely around you clit, sucking up your arousal. Without warning he plunges two fingers into your aching hole pumping them in and out hard. You can’t help but let a moan slip. Dmitri moves his mouth off your clit. ‘What did I say? тихая девушка’ (quiet girl) you sit up slightly peeling your dress off and bite down on it to hide your moans. Dmitri takes in your beautiful body. He must have you. Even if it means loosing his job. He goes back licking your clit in the figure eight making your hips buck up. He adds his pinky into your ass and fucks you with as well as adding another finger in your pussy. You were in fucking heaven. Billy still knocking not giving up. ‘Open up you whore!’ He shouts. Dmitri detaches from your clit but continues fucking your pussy and ass. ‘Okay Y/N. Show him how much of a whore you are then. Moan.’ Dmitri commands. You rip your dress out of your mouth and moan loudly as Dmitri’s tongue goes back on your throbbing bud. He’s eating you like a starved man. Licking, sucking and biting. You’ve never had such an experience. You hear louder knocks on the door but your too focused on the way you feel to notice. ‘Fuck fuck fuck s-so close daddy!’ Dmitri moans into your pussy as you say daddy. The extra vibration sending you over the edge. Your orgasm explodes and you cum all over Dmitri’s mouth and fingers. ‘You fucking bitch!’ Billy kicks the door and you hear him leave. As you come down from quite possibly the most amazing orgasm you have ever had Dmitri slowly pulls out his fingers and kisses your wet pussy before crawling on top of you. ‘How was that красивая?’ (Beautiful) ‘удивительно’ (amazing) you reply. ‘Ahh very good Y/N. Good pronunciation.’ Dmitri says with a smile.

You look at one another for a minute before you speak. ‘Will you stay the night?’ You ask quietly, you know he’ll say no but you just want to fall asleep in his arms. Dmitri is torn. He would love to but also knows if he’s caught you will both be in trouble. You move closer to Dmitri’s face, you can smell yourself on his breath. You go in for a kiss. Just a soft one. It takes him by surprise. Even though his face and fingers have been on your pussy this somehow feels more intimate. You pull back sighing as he didn’t kiss you back. Dmitri leans down and pulls you in for a kiss much more passionate than yours, tongues intwining with one another. It leaves you breathless and gives you butterflies. You can’t help but whimper into him. ‘I need you inside of me’ you whisper. ‘Y/N as much as I’d love that you are drunk. I want our first time to be.. -he’s looking for the right word - ‘особенный’ (special) You look at him and ask, ‘what does that mean?’ ‘I will tell you on Monday. Can be one of our key words.’ He tells you and you can’t help but smile. ‘Will you stay Dmitri?’ You asks one last time. Fuck it. ‘I will stay.’ Dmitri replies with a smile. You pull him in for another kiss. ‘C’mon you need to sleep’ Dmitri says as he gets off you. He helps you up off the covers, you go to the bathroom and wash your make up off. You shimmy your bra off and pull your boots off almost falling over in the process. You brush your teeth and go back into your room. Dmitri is already in your bed waiting. ‘Блядь’ (fuck) he whispers as you crawl in next to him. ‘You are truly beautiful’ he says as you nuzzle into his bare chest. ‘Goodnight Dmitri’ you say with a yawn. ‘Good night Y/N’. You fall asleep straight away on Dmitri snoring lightly. Dmitri however has a lot of things on his mind. The main one right now is the fact your naked next to him. He goes as hard as a rock. It doesn’t help you move around a lot. Your leg draped over his, feeling your bare pussy on his thigh and your bare chest next to his. Dmitri knew he was going to be in a shit ton of trouble if anyone found out but he couldn’t stop it. He was falling for you. You were falling for him too

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Stranger Things Have Happened

Ship: Murrlexei (Murray x Alexei)

Warnings: Just typical violence, monsters and nasty shit. Actually nothing that specific. Maybe some swearing and description of injuries.

Summary: Joyce and Murray go to save Hopper (and Enzo/Dmitri), but as they manage to close the Demogorgon in the arena there's a third person that gets through the gate together with Hopper and Dmitri. Murray takes a moment to recognise him.

Author Note: This piece revolves around a couple of headcanons I saw while scrolling (I can't find those posts anymore, but I swear I didn't make them out of thin air) and I just thought they would have been interesting in such a dynamic. It has heavy angst (nothing too bad, just the way they emotionally react to what happened) and that's why I'm scared of publishing it, but in my defence I can say it is quite realistic on a psychological level. It will probably have more parts.

I accept requests for future works.

The most horrific sound he had ever heard came out of the monster's fangs, so high-pitched and loud that there was no need to be within reach to hear it clearly. It engraved itself in the memory of the two Americans standing in the room, forcing its presence in the nightmares that would have followed those few days of desperate rescue.

Joyce frantically pushed every single button on the console (under Murray's expression of disappointment), allowing the gate to finally open and permit Hopper and Dmitri to get to safety. However, what they didn't expect was the two to stand just before the gate and make sure a third person was following.

Who that third person was Murray had no idea (nor he allowed himself a second to care about it as he instructed Joyce to close the gate as quickly as possible), but Hopper and Dmitri seemed quite fond of him as they waited for him to limp painfully towards them.

The last moments of anxiety were filled by the Demogorgon's attempt at forcing the gate open to slip through it. The moment quickly ended with the Demogorgon pacing back, hurt and screaming.

Joyce was the first to sprint out of the room, Murray right after her (the realisation of a third, unknown person being trapped in there with them eventually knocking at the door of his mind).

Hopper stood not more than ten metres from the closed gate, filth, blood and bruises over his face; he stood still, frozen in the moment and letting Joyce pace towards him. Despite the scene being sweet and peaceful, Murray's vigilant mind had his full attention focusing somewhere else (leaving the two undeclared lovers to their much desired moment of affection); his attention went to Dmitri and the man sitting on the ground that he was so desperately trying to sooth.

The only thing that had Murray's mind tingle with the feeling he had already seen that man was the familiar tone and voice wherewith he was spitting Russian phrases out in-between ugly sobs.

He was compulsively trying to wipe the scarlet blood from his shaky hands, only succeeding at staining his coat. He was in pure shock, Murray realised, as the man started rambling incoherently.

-Jesus Christ, keep it together! - Dmitri shouted down at the poor soul.

The man whimpered and closed his mouth shut in the moment he went to grab the big glasses he had apparently abandoned on the ground in a previous moment, drawing a string of blood over his cheek in the process.

That's when it clicked for Murray.

-Stop shouting at him! - the American snapped at the former Russian guard, stepping in-between Dimitri and the man as he went to kneel on the ground - Alexei? -

As his name had been called out, despite the tentative and confused tone that had been used, the Russian raised his head to look up at Murray.

He had lost his mass of curly hair and the cheerfulness that Murray was used to, but that was Alexei, with his small eyes that quickly inspected every corner of the American's face.

-You know this one?! - Dmitri asked in astonishment.

Alexei's eyes seemed to light up in the moment he recognised Murray. He threw himself into the American's chest, trapping him in a choking embrace as he began to sob once again.

The previous question went completely forgotten in the moment they held tight onto eachother for dear life, as if they needed to feel their bones break under their rough touch to convince themselves that what they were experiencing was real and not just a sick trick of their minds.

Murray stared blankly at the concrete wall behind Alexei as he held the man tight against his chest; his mind was one of the hardest to convince even when the evidence was right in front of his eyes, however the sob in the crook of his neck and they shaky body against his own was just enough to persuade him to let his guard down without expecting that to be some sort of trap (or maybe some kind of trick before someone dragged that man away from him again).

-Looks like you know him - Dmitri muttered, as if to remind Murray of the question he still was failing to give an answer to, while giving an answer to it himself.

Setting aside the shame that would have followed the realisation that he had allowed his guard to lower way too much and he had started crying silently, Murray cupped Alexei's face to force their eyes to meet again.

-I saw you die - the American mumbled, more to himself than to Alexei.

There was no response as the Russian escaped the hands resting on his cheeks and went to find peace in the crook of Murray's neck once again.

-You're not crying, are you? - came Hopper's astonished voice, steps getting gingerly closer to the two men.

-Jim, say another word on the subject and I'll kill you personally before you make it back to the States - Murray snapped rudely, Alexei flinching at his sudden response.

Hopper seemed to back up at the response, but Dmitri didn't.

-I hate to interrupt your...display of affection, my dear friends. But if we don't move no one will make it back to the States alive -

Murray groaned in agreement, trying to get Alexei to pull away from his chest so that he could check for any injuries on his legs remembering the way he had leaped towards the gate a few moments before. The injury consisted of a sprained ankles, swollen and purplish, likely not more than a day old.

-Can you walk? -

The answer came as a quick nod and Alexei proceeded to stand once again before anyone could help him. He leaned against the wall with a grimace as he did his best to not put his weight on the injured ankle, and all Murray could do at the sight was shook his head in exasperation.

Stubborn man.

-No, you can't walk - Murray noticed.

-Okay, you help him, but let's get out of here quick! - Dmitri ordered, walking past them with annoyance - Where is Yuri? He cannot be left alone for too much! -

The escape in the van had been dense with tension and homicidal instinct from all the people present in the vehicle, and not only because Yuri had been able to talk again for five minutes (trying to get something from the disastrous situation in which they were all in) and because Dmitri pulled a gun out with the intention of shutting him up once for all, but also for the glance that Yuri occasionally threw towards Alexei (glances that Alexei had been able to ignore by being half asleep on Murray's side after his body allowed him to be exhausted enough to not care).

It made Murray nauseous to say the least: those glances were filthier than any of them and so evident that it was impossible to not notice the way Yuri was desperately trying to get some attention.

Why, though, Murray could not tell.

He was used to see straight through any shallow that presented to him, but he could not do that in that moment no matter how much he tried.

It was likely that what they thought Yuri was capable of was just the tip of the iceberg.

Alexei and Yuri did not get to make eye contact even when they got out of the van, heading towards the warehouse that stood beside the church that had been turned into an inventory.

Yuri introduced them to a disappointing to the eye helicopter as if it was the best thing they would have ever gotten to see.

-You said you had a plane! - Joyce snapped, hitting Yuri repeatedly with her gloves - A plane! - another shove.

-No...no, I told you I could fly you home - Yuri pointed out with his smart smile, actually stepping back from Joyce as he turned towards the helicopter - And Katinka can fly you home! -

Murray could hear Alexei sigh in annoyance beside him, not moving at all from where they were standing.

-She was named Katinka after my first lover - Alexei's sigh became heavier as Yuri laughed - She also had very beautiful, very round...buttocks -

They watched as Yuri went to hug the helicopter and glue his face to the windshield; that was the exact moment in which Alexei moved away from Murray and pronounced his first words since they had gotten out of Kamchatka, pacing menacingly towards Yuri.

-I'm sick of your shit! - Alexei spit in Russian, grabbing Yuri by the coat to get him off of the aircraft and then shove him.

-Oh, love...don't be mad - Yuri chuckled and raised his hands as Alexei kept pacing towards him.

-You're dead, Yuri. You're so dead! - and came the first punch, Alexei's fist colliding with Yuri's nose.

Yuri fell down with a groan and crawled away from him, but Alexei still managed to grab him once again. A second punch was about to collide with Yuri's bloody face, however Murray arrived just in time to prevent that: Alexei was lifted from the ground and kept wiggling to get back to Yuri even when Murray was dragging him as far from him as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, Joyce and Hopper watched the scene in confusion as they were unable to understand what they were spitting at eachother (or were unable to understand enough to make out what the entire issue was about); on his hand, Hopper found Alexei's accent was quite difficult to understand, specially when he was shouting at the top of his lungs.

-Uh...what's going on? - Hopper questioned at Dmitri as he witnessed Murray sitting on the ground when it became difficult to keep Alexei trapped in his grip.

-Alexei is Katinka and wants to kill Yuri for...reasons - Dmitri shrugged.

-Alexei..? - Joyce raised a brow.

-That is all i can understand without more context -

A hoarse and wrathful scream had them all turn their attention back to the scene.

-You sent me there to die! You sent those men after me! - Alexei sobbed as he eventually surrendered to Murray's desperate attempt at keeping him still - You said you could get me out but you never came, because you put me there! -

-We have a plot twist, Americans: Yuri is the reason Alexei was in Kamchatka...he pretended he wanted to get him out - Dmitri quickly translated, eyes glued on the scene.

Alexei didn't try to reach for Yuri again, the sounds of his painful sobs enough to have Murray's heart crack with every sound he drew out.

-You did what?! - Murray snapped at Yuri, who immediately raised his hands in defense as he smiled.

-There's no need to get mad, my friend. We just had a little misunderstanding...that's what happened -

-No: you fucked up again and I left. That's what happened! - Alexei shouted.

-They broke up and Yuri, like the gentleman he is, sent Alexei to Kamchatka - Dmitri informed Joyce and Hopper.

-So romantic - Hopper commented.

At the umpteenth sob Alexei drew out, Murray let go off of him and got to his feet, coming forward at great strides.

-He's safe, Murray - Yuri pointed out, trying to spare himself more hits - His injuries will heal. He still got all legs and arms... -

- You know damn well not everything will heal! - and Murray threw the second punch, Yuri falling to the ground and not even attempting to get up.

- Stop! - Dmitri intervened, still speaking in English for the people in the back who needed a translation.

It was not as simple to get Murray off of Yuri, but when the latter went to refuge himself under Katinka, the American stayed back with his arms folded to his chest and allowed Dmitri to point a finger at him.

- Whether you like it or not, we need this...козёл - (kozyol = goat) - If you want to kill him because he hurt your boyfriend I understand, but I will let you only when in America - Dmitri glared.

Murray moved back with a huff, stopping only to reply.

- He's not my boyfriend -

Dmitri muttered something in response as he went to drug Yuri out of his hiding, something that Murray recognised as конечно нет: clearly not, with an heavy sarcastic tone.

When he turned towards Alexei again, Joyce was with him, knelt down beside him as she rested her hands on his shoulders in a sign of sympathy. Jim was not faraway, but still not close enough to make his attempt at comfort evident.

Alexei was scowling at Yuri from the spot in which he was sitting, seeming totally willing to throw himself at the man another time if given a reason to.

-This...cannot fly us to America - Dmitri commented, pointing out his concern.

While the others returned to their conversation and the anxiety that the state in which the aircraft was in had brought, Murray let them talk peacefully; he couldn't have been further from caring at the moment. He sat next to Alexei and silently reached for him, happy that the other didn't seem to resist and rather let himself get dragged into Murray's side, resting against the man.

-What is the furthest...Katinka has ever flown? -

-...For me she is still a virgin -

The general mood in the room varied from extremely murderous to "I've lost any hope I had, I might as well drop dead in this instant".

The only detail keeping them from abandoning Yuri in the forest was the fact that they would have had to find someone else capable of flying them to America. That was the best they could ask for.

-Not real Katinka. God, this no -

And Yuri laughed, the unnecessary comment giving Alexei a reason to try and stand. Yuri took a step back, any humour cancelled from his expression, and didn't stop fearing for his own safety even as Murray dragged Alexei back into a sitting position.

Dmitri gave an unimpressed nod, moving the gun he still held to accompany his words.

-Okay...should I shoot him now, or later? -

I totally think this will have more parts (don't know how many though).

The insult Dmitri gives Yuri (goat in Russian) is the equivalent of calling someone a snitch.

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☆ Mary McDonald:

☆ Dorcas Meadows:

FANTASTIC BEASTS:

☆ Newt Scamander:

☆ Thesus Scammander:

☆ Jacob Kowalski:

☆ Queenie Goldstein:

☆ Albus Dumbledore (young):

☆ Gellart Grindlewald (young):

Poly Requests:

CRIMINAL MINDS:

☆Aaron Hotchner

☆ Jason Gideon

☆ Spencer Reid

☆ Derek Morgan

☆ JJ/ Jennifer Jareau

☆ Elle Greenaway

☆ Penelope Garcia

☆ Emily Prentiss

☆ David Rossi

Poly Requests:

BRIDGERTON:

☆ Anthony Bridgerton

☆ Benedict Bridgerton

☆ Colin Briderton

☆ Daphne Bridgerton

☆ Eloise Bridgerton

☆ Simon Basset

☆ Penelope Fetherington

☆ Queen Charlotte (Young)

☆ King George (Young)

Poly Requests:

Queen charlotte x reader x King George

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES:

☆ Leonardo: NSFW alphabet

☆ Raphael:

☆ Donnatelo:

☆ Michelangelo: Mikey x Reader

☆ April O'Neil:

☆ Casey Jones:

Poly Requests:

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; April 4-in-1; turtles are manspreading and you want payback 😚

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; Casey tries to flirt with reader but she puts down the idea and the turtles are proud

TOP GUN:

☆ Pete Mitchell "Maverick"

☆ Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster"

☆ Jake Seresin "Hangman"

☆ Natasha Trace "Phoenix"

☆ Robert Floyd "Bob"

Poly Requests:

THE HOBBIT/LOTR:

☆ Thorin

☆ Bilbo

☆ Fili

☆ Kili

☆ Dwalin

☆ Bofur

☆ Bard

☆ Legolas

☆ Tauriel

☆ Thuranduil

Poly Requests:

TWILIGHT:

☆ Carlisle Cullen

☆ Esme Cullen

☆ Emmet Cullen

☆ Rosalie Cullen

☆ Alice Cullen

☆ Jasper Cullen: CG!Jasper Hale x nb!little!reader

☆ Edward Cullen

☆ Bella Cullen/Swan

☆ Jacob Black

☆ Garrett

The Volturi:

☆ Aro

☆ Caius

☆ Marcus

Poly Requests:

THE HUNGER GAMES:

☆ Katniss Everdeen

☆ Petta Mellark

☆ Finnick Odair

☆ Johanna Mason

☆ Haymitch Abernathy

Poly Requests:

LUCIFER:

☆ Lucifer Morningstar

☆ Mazikeen

☆ Amenadeil

☆ Chole Decker

☆ Linda Martin

Poly Requests:

How To Train Your Dragon:

☆ Hiccup Haddock

☆ Astrid Hofferson

☆ Snotlout

☆ Ruffnut

☆ Tuffnut

Poly Requests:

Across The SpiderVerse:

☆ Miles Morales

☆ Miguel O'Hara

Spider thoughts!

☆ Peter B. Parker

Spider thoughts!

☆ Hobie Brown

☆ Gwen Stacy

☆ Spider-Noir

Spider thoughts!

Poly Requests:

Descendants:

☆ Mal

☆ Evie

☆ Carlos

☆ Jay

☆ Gil

☆ Harry

☆ Uma

Poly Requests:

MATCHUPS/MOODBOARDS:

☆ @thoughtfulcreatornight x Raphael matchup

☆ Anonymous x Remus Lupin matchup

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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗

#b00inazkaban #fanfiction #tmnt bayverse #tmnt fandom #fantastic beasts #stranger things #harry potter #poly marauders x reader #bridgerton #lucifer fanfiction #lucifer tv #hunger games #twilight #the hobbit #lotr x reader #lotr fandom #middle earth #top gun maverick #top gun imagine #top gun fanfiction #bayverse tmnt #marvel #marvel x reader #marauders #httyd #across the spiderverse #descendents #atsv

[whxre-bxby]

Masterlist ʕ•͡-•ʔ

┻━┻ ︵ ヽ(°□°ヽ) ᶠᴸᴵᴾ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᵀᴬᴮᴸᴱ.

(╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ ᶠᴸᴵᴾ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᵀᴬᴮᴸᴱ.

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A/N: I write heavy smut :) and often a few violent scenes. The reader is always female here.

Fluff: marked with ♡

Smut: marked with ✩

Angst: marked with ◍

Call Of Duty

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

"Longing For You" Simon Riley x inexperienced f. reader♡✩◍

Marvel :

Multiple Characters:

Hired Stripper #1

Hired Stripper #2 ✩

Hired Stripper #3 ♡✩

Team's Slave ✩

Michael Morbius:

Morbius x reader ✩ ◍

Loki Laufeyson:

Loki x reader Pregnacy ♡

Loki x reader #1 ♡

Loki x reader #2 ✩ ◍

Peter Parker:

Peter x reader ♡✩

WWE :

Roman Reigns:

Daughter's Hot Friend ♡

Daughter's Hot Friend #2 ♡✩ ◍

Stranger Things:

Enzo:

Enzo (Dmitri Antonov) x reader ♡✩

Avatar/ATWOW (movie):

Miles Quaritch:

Miles Quaritch (Avatar) x (human f.) reader ♡✩◍

"I'll Hunt You Down" ✩◍

"I'll Take Care Of It" ♡

Forced Miles Quaritch Smut♡✩◍

Teaching Na'vi (short one-shot)

"Heartfelt Confessions"♡✩◍

"Forbidden But Desired"♡✩◍

Mansk:

Mansk's Characterisation

"Late Night Feels" ♡✩

"Special Appointment"♡✩

"Greeting Death With A Smile"◍

"Colourful Pills" ♡✩

(More futher down)

Lyle Wainfleet:

"Hopelessly Devoted To You"♡✩◍

Hate-fucking with Lyle ✩◍

(More further down)

Prager:

Hate-fucking with Prager♡✩◍

(More further down)

Brown:

"Maybe Blue Isn't So Bad" ♡✩◍

(More further down)

Multiple Characters: (RECOM'S)

"We'll Teach You Some Manners" (Quaritch, Mansk)◍

"We'll Teach You Some Manners" ◍

"We'll Teach You Some Manners"✩◍

"We'll Teach You Some Manners" ♡✩◍

Period Oneshots (Quaritch, Mansk, Lyle)♡

Meeting and Pregnancy headcanons (Quaritch, Mansk, Lyle)♡✩

1. "Colonel's Orders" (Quaritch, Mansk, Lyle)✩◍

2. "Colonel's Orders - Version 2.0" (Prager, Ja)♡✩

1. "This Is What You Came For"✩◍

2. "This is What You Came For" 2✩◍

"Devil's Bait"◍

"Cursed By Blue" (Mansk, Lyle, Quaritch)✩

"Cursed By Blue 2.0" (Prager, Ja)♡✩

"Cursed By Blue" 3.0 (Lopez, Brown)♡✩

"Sleep Won't Do It" (Quaritch, Lyle)♡✩◍

Vengeance Turns To Desire (Quaritch, Lyle, Mansk, Lopez, Ja, Prager)♡✩◍

Hatefucking (Brown and Ja)♡✩◍

Pecking Order♡✩◍

✨️1K Special Requests✨️:

Hate-Fucking with Mansk♡✩◍

"Can you take it?" (Lyle Wainfleet) ♡✩

"A Different Kind Of Warmth" (Mansk)♡✩◍

"Do It Our Way" (Recom Redemption) ◍

"Comfort Of Your Body"(Mansk) ♡✩◍

"Eywa's Will" (Lyle Wainfleet) ◍♡

Face-Sitting with Prager♡✩

"Insane Like Me" (Fike)◍♡

NSFW Drabbles/Headcanons

Artwork:

Shirtless Mansk

Miles Quaritch Smut Comic

Mansk Art for fanfiction "Special Appointment"

Lyle Wainfleet Fluff

Mansk Art (for fanfic „Greeting Death With A Smile“)

Mansk Headshot (smoking) Art

Late Night Talks (Neteyam) Art

NSFW Mansk Art

Recom's Funeral

ATWOW Memes:

Meme batch 1

Meme batch 2

Other :

Volodymyr Zelensky x reader ���

(Austin Butler) Elvis Presley x reader ♡✩

#masterlist #smut #avatar #marvel smut #marvel imagines #marvel x reader #marvel fanfiction #avengers x y/n #avengers smut #wwe #wwe smut #austin elvis imagine #elvis 2022 #elvis smut #austin butler #austin elvis x reader #austin!elvis smut #austin butler smut #fluff #angst #avatar quaritch #avatar imagine #avatar smut #avatar movie #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 smut #recom smut #recom mansk

[twistnet]

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.

blog navigation ⇢ [ stranger things masterlist ]

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #dmitri antonov #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri antonov imagine #gn!reader #twistnet #twistnet works 2022

[dartlekey]

Don't look back (COMPLETED)

Author: @dartlekey

Artist: @the-chilly-kat

Word Count: 92,792

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: M/M

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Minor or Background Relationship(s): Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington & Nancy Wheeler, Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper & Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Dmitri Antonov/Murray Bauman, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson & Eddie Munson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Sam Owens (Stranger Things), Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers, Dmitri Antonov, Murray Bauman, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Original Characters (for a little extra flavor)

Additional Tags: post s4/alternative s5, Vecna is dead but the apocalypse is very much alive, Vampire Steve Harrington, Vampire Turning, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood Drinking, Codependency, Dom/sub, retroactively negotiated kink, dubcon, nonsexual bdsm, but also sexual bdsm, Dom Eddie Munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Switch Eddie Munson, Switch Steve Harrington, Blowjobs, Rimming, Choking, Anal Sex, individual chapter warnings, Ambiguous/Open Ending, mixed ending

Collections: Steddie Bigbang 2023 -> @steddiebang

Summary:

When Eddie Munson wakes from a month-long coma, the apocalypse has already started without him. The air is poisonous and monsters roam the streets of a half-destroyed Hawkins, but he's also got problems of a more personal nature: For one thing, Eddie's so weak he can barely walk on his own, and he's pretty sure there's something wrong with him, like, emotionally. For another, there's the fact that Steve Harrington has begun turning into some kind of vampiric Upside Down creature. Also, he's into men apparently, and more specifically: into Eddie. So there's that. The way Eddie sees it, that leaves him with three problems to solve - one, saving the world, ergo destroying the Demobats' nest in the Rightside Up, and closing the cross of rifts splitting the town. Two, saving his friends, so waking Max from her coma, and guiding Steve (read: domming Steve) into figuring out his new vampiric powers without hurting anyone, or getting his head blown off by their very trigger-happy "allies". And three: figuring out what it really means to care for someone, and how far he's willing to go for the man he's rapidly becoming unhealthily obsessed with. Here's to turning into the monsters people always said they were.

#steddiebang23 #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #dropped my keys #stranger things fic rec #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic rec

[stargirlstudio]

Did You Even Try?

☆ Dmitri Antonov, Mikhail Antonov

☆ Warnings: angst, arguing, parental abandonment

☆ Word Count: 356

☆ Summary: Mikhail has some choice words after reuniting with his father

☆ A/N: DMITRI IS EXTREMELY out of character. I just wanted to write a different kind of story. Like a what if?

“And this American, I mean he was a tall man. He fought against the monster and sliced him with a sword-“ Mikhail slammed his utensils against the plate, balling his fists. Dmitri set his own, watching as his son sunk his head into his palms. He shot up, sending the chair against the floor. He watched as his son mumbled something under his breath over and over.

Mikhail ran his fingers through his hair. “This was a mistake. I can’t do this,”

“Do what?”

“THIS!” He yelled. “You’re acting like everything is normal! It’s not! Papa you have been gone for 12 years,” Mikhail looked over at the picture on the wall, Dmitri with another woman and a little toddler. “Do they know?” He asked. “Where the fuck are they?”

“Mikhail! Enough!”

“No fuck you! Where the fuck are they huh? And where were you? Where were you?!” He shouted. Dmitri got up from the table reaching his arms out, trying to console him the best he could. Mikhail swatted his arms away, “Do they know about me?” Dmitri gave a stern look. “WELL DO THEY?!”

Dmitri sighed, “No, my wife and my son don’t know about you,” The young man gritted his teeth. My wife, my son, but not your step mother or your brother. “I tried to find you,”

“Bullshit. That’s not true. You didn’t fucking try, I know you didn’t,” He mumbled. If he wanted…me. “If mama saw you she would despise you,”

“I think she already did,”

“She would have been more heartbroken to see you started a new family,” Mikhail said. “She died thinking that you were still out there. She held out hope,” He said through tears. “I had to watch her with her delusions. I knew a long time ago you weren’t going to come back,” Dmitri came closer trying to embrace him, but Mikhail pushed him away. The once young little boy was a tall man, towering over him — barely recognizable. “And I was right,” He glanced at the photo once more. “You don’t need to tell them about me,” He said before slamming the door behind him.

#dmitri antonov #stranger things #enzo stranger things #fanfic #fanfiction #mikhail antonov #stranger things angst #stranger things fanfic #st4

[spencer-reids-wrld]

Just finished an Eddie Munson angst fic and it's gonna be up Monday, July 18 at 12:00 p.m. EST. I'll use this to give y'all a little schedule for my next few fics.

July 18

- My Rockstar | Eddie Munson 12:00 p.m. EST

Warnings: language & angst

July 20

- Can't Fight This Feeling | Eddie Munson 12:00 p.m. EST

Warnings: smut, language (detailed warnings will be on the post itself)

The above are already written and just need to be formatted on here. I also have a very self indulgent Dmitri Antonov fic that I'm writing, it's got the works; angst, fluff, makeup sex. I'm not gonna promise I'll post anything that is not finished, but I just wanted to put that out there. I also have a couple Stephen Strange requests from a while ago, but ST took over my mind, so I'll get to those as soon as I get the inspiration. Also, feel free to request for Eddie or Dmitri, I write for just about anything.

Find what I will and will not write about here.

My masterlist is on my other blog @parker-reid-langdon where I used to write until it stopped showing up in the hashtags.

#eddie munson angst #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri antonov #dmitri antonov smut #stranger things 4

[strangerthingslover69]

Your Russian professor ~ part 4

18+ minors donor read!

Warnings ~ Swearing, violence, attempted assault and smut ~

You wake to the sound of a snore coming from behind you. You slowly open your eyes as you feel your head starting to hurt. Even though you got drunk you didn’t forget last night. How could you? Dmitri was laid on his back still softly sleeping. You carefully turn your head hoping not to wake him up. You observe him as he sleeps. He really is gorgeous. Even his snoring is cute. You smile happily to yourself, you know this is a million percent wrong but you can’t help the feeling you get when your with him. You can’t resist taking a peak under the duvet. Dmitri had just stripped down to his boxers, he must of after you fell asleep. You admire his body, he’s toned, got some hair that leads all the way down. You spy a good morning gift. You bite your lip looking down at his morning glory. It’s definitely big. Your mouth drools at the thought of him. You want to repay him for last night, slowly crawling down the bed not to wake him you reach his boxers. Undoing to buttons on them carefully to reveal the beauty of his cock. Definitely the biggest you’ve seen. You turn to look at Dmitri, he’s still sleeping peacefully.

Leaning down on all fours you put your lips around the top of his cock, slowly swirling your tongue around it already feeling his pre cum. You pop your lips off and start to give the head little kitten licks all around. He tastes so sweet, you crave more. This time you take more of his cock in your mouth, moving your head up and down. Dmitri stirs in his sleep, he’s having a very nice dream. You sucking his cock, he can almost feel it. You let out a moan as you take in more of him. This wakes him up and he looks down. This wasn’t a dream. You’re sucking his cock and it feels good. ‘Блядь’ (fuck) he mutters. You take your lips off and turn to him. ‘Morning sir’ before he replies your mouth attached back on to his cock. Your tongue working its way around his cock and your mouth takes it all in hitting the back of your throat causing you a small gag but it makes Dmitri let out a moan. It’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Instantly making you wet. You continue taking him more and more in your mouth, each time becoming easier than the last. Your hand moves to your wet pussy as you begin to rub yourself. ‘Impatient are we?’ Dmitri asks as he watches your touch yourself. Making him more hard if that was possible. As you rub yourself you moan more around Dmitri’s cock. You feel his cock twitching in your mouth. He’s close. This pushes you more, you move suck faster hallowing out your cheeks more. ‘Блядь (fuck) Y/N your gonna make me cum’ You carry on sucking wanting to feel him inside your mouth. Your rubbing your clit so fast your almost on the verge of cumming. Dmitri’s hand runs through your hair gripping it tight as he empties into your mouth. ‘Блядь малыш‘ (fuck baby) he moans breathlessly. You don’t stop sucking though, your mouth full of his cum starting to drool down your chin but you don’t care. Dmitri pulls you off his cock by your hair. You swallow what’s in your mouth.

Dmitri smacks your hand away from your clit. You are about to complain but before you can he pulls your pussy on to his face. ‘Your turn to cum’ he says before giving you a long lip in between your slit. You let out a loud moan throwing your head back. Dmitri’s tongue swirls around your pussy until he inserts it into your hole, pushing it in and out. ‘G-god sir!’ You moan loudly, you bite down on your lip as you try to be quiet. You’re already close, his tongue works magic. He moves to your throbbing bud, licking it in circles making your hips buck and you start riding his face. He moans into your pussy sending vibrations all over. You feel a spank on your ass taking you by surprise. ‘Harder sir’ you plead. Another spank and harder, it stings but you like the pain. You feel his finger rubbing against your pussy, spreading your wetness to your asshole. As he sucks your clit he adds a finger in your ass and begins fucking you in it. ‘F-fuck, D-Dmitri!’ You scream out as you finally cum all over his face. He doesn’t stop though, like you didn’t. You try wiggle off as it’s becoming more sensitive but takes his finger out your ass and he holds you down with both hands. ‘I know you can cum again Y/N. Cum on daddy’s face again’ Dmitri says before licking your sensitive pussy again. He’s licking up all your juices, the noises are animalistic coming from your room. You try to be quiet but you can not anymore as you feel yourself about to cum again. Dmitri’s holding you so tight you’ll definitely have bruises on your legs. His tongue moving all around you, this man has a gift. ‘F-fuck fuck d-daddy gonna gonna-‘ you cum again all over Dmitri’s face. This time it’s more intense and feels more wet. You’ve made noises you didn’t know were possible. As you finally finish cumming you slowly get off Dmitri’s face. When you turn to him he is absolutely soaked. His face is glistening with your cum. His mouth, moustache, chin all wet. ‘What happened?’ You asked looking shocked. Dmitri laughs as he sits up moving towards you. He hand stroking your check. ‘That my ангел (angel) is all you. You didn’t just cum on my face. You squirted’ he smiles smugly. You feel yourself turning red. You’ve never done rush before. You didn’t know you could. ‘Don’t he embarrassed. It was hot. It’s good to know you can do that’ Dmitri says with a wink. ‘Can I take shower?’ He gestures towards his body and very wet face. ‘Course, towels are in there.’ You reply with a small laugh. He gets up and kisses your head. You smile up at him as he enters the bathroom. God he’s so fucking beautiful you think to yourself

A knock at the door brings you out of your thoughts. Another knock a bit more frantic this time. You’ve got no choice but to answer. Who ever is there sounds like they wanna break the door down. ‘Just a second!’ You shout searching for some clothes. You find a shirt on the floor and your knickers and throw them on. You unlock the door and open it slightly. ‘Billy?’ You say in surprise. Before he says anything he pushes he way into your room shoving you past. ‘What the hell, get out!’ You shout at him. He’s looking around the room, he looks angry, eyes wide and nostrils flaring. Yours and Dmitri’s clothes all over on the floor, messy bed and you can smell all of you and Dmitri. ‘You whore. You were mine. Where is this prick then?’ He asks walking right up to you. ‘Yours?! I was never yours.’ You shout back pushing him away but he’s quick to it and grabs your wrist slamming you into the wall. He gets right in your face, his breath stinking of beer still. His other hand fiddles with the shirt you’re wearing. ‘This looks familiar. Where. Is. He?’ He asks through gritted teeth. ‘I asked you to get out!’ You say wriggling away from him. This only makes his grip tighter and his hand has moved under your shirt making its way up. ‘You owe me Y/N.’ He said leaning in towards you. Just as his hand reaches your breast you hear the shower turn on in the bathroom. You both turn to it. You hope Dmitri doesn’t come out, Billy would get him fired or worse. ‘Oh he’s still here? Excellent.’ Billy says letting go of you harshly and making his way over to the bathroom door, reaching for the handle. ‘Who the fuck is in there!’ Billy shouts banging on the door. Thank god Dmitri locked it. Silence falls as Dmitri doesn’t answer, the shower still running. You flinch as Billy kicks the door hard. ‘Hey! I asked a god damn question. Open the fuck up!’ Billy is becoming more pissed off by the second. He definitely still drunk. ‘He clearly can’t hear you so fuck off Billy!’ You shout trying to pull him away from the door. He shoves you away making you fall to the floor. He leans over you and laughs. ‘You are such a pathetic whore. Do you know that? You fucking grind all on me and then go fuck some other prick? You. Owe. Me.’ He says with an angry look on his face. He leans down on top of you pinning you down. One hand keeping yours above your head and the other roaming down your body. You squirm trying to get free. ‘Don’t move. It’ll be over soon’ his whispers into your ears. As his hand reaches the top of your panties you do the only thing you can. ‘Billy’ you say he looks up at you. You head butt him. Hard. Causing him to fall off you and land on the floor but you hear a crunch coming from the top of your nose. Then the blood starts pouring. You get up feeling dizzy but you need to escape him. As Billy tries to get up. You kick him in the balls making him fall down. He lays on the floor unable to move. The next thing you know is the feeling of the floor hitting your head.

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[steddiebang]

Don’t look back  |  Explicit  |  ~85k words

Author: dartlekey (tumblr / ao3) Artist: chilly (tumblr / twitter)

When Eddie Munson wakes from a month-long coma, the apocalypse has already started without him. The air is poisonous and monsters roam the streets of a half-destroyed Hawkins, but he's also got problems of a more personal nature: For one thing, Eddie's so weak he can barely walk on his own, and he's pretty sure there's something wrong with him, like, emotionally. For another, there's the fact that Steve Harrington has begun turning into some kind of vampiric Upside Down creature. Also, he's into men apparently, and more specifically: into Eddie. So there's that. The way Eddie sees it, that leaves him with three problems to solve - one, saving the world, ergo destroying the Demobats' nest in the Rightside Up, and closing the cross of rifts splitting the town. Two, saving his friends, so waking Max from her coma, and guiding Steve (read: domming Steve) into figuring out his new vampiric powers without hurting anyone, or getting his head blown off by their very trigger-happy "allies". And three: figuring out what it really means to care for someone, and how far he's willing to go for the man he's rapidly becoming unhealthily obsessed with. Here's to turning into the monsters people always said they were.

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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington & Nancy Wheeler, Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper & Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Dmitri Antonov/Murray Bauman, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson & Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Sam Owens, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers, Dmitri Antonov, Murray Bauman, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Original Characters Tags: post s4/alternative s5, Vecna is dead but the apocalypse is very much alive, Vampire Steve Harrington, Vampire Turning, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Gore, Body Horror, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood Drinking, Codependency, Dom/sub, retroactively negotiated kink, dubcon, nonsexual bdsm, but also sexual bdsm, Dom Eddie Munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Switch Eddie Munson, Switch Steve Harrington, Blowjobs, Rimming, Choking, Anal Sex, individual chapter warnings Trigger Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, dubcon

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[canadiansummer]

Drowning Out a Storm (18+)

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov x Fem!Reader / Enzo x Fem!Reader Request: @bubblegumfanfics​​ asked for a fic involving praise and some smut. This kind of got away on me, so there’s some more to it than that, but it does come around to that in the end. Warnings: GRAPHIC SMUT. Minors do not interact. Reader has body image and general self-esteem issues, so self-degradation is present. Otherwise, this features: praise, dirty talk, mutual masterbation, some angst and a bit of fluff. It’s a bit of a mixed bag. Note: Me, dumping this into the dead tag like I’m dropping pocket change on a counter. But seriously, I’ve been picking at this for months while dealing with a super busy ooc life and really bad writers block. I’m not sure if the requester is still around, but if they are, I am super sorry for the wait and I hope this lives up to your expectations! Otherwise, I hope you all enjoy. 

The fact that you were still hung up on the topic felt ridiculous.

You rested your hands against the countertop of the bathroom sink, hanging your head with a slow exhale. When you were feeling like this, the last place you wanted to be was the bathroom with the mirror in front of you a constant reminder of your current mental state. If you looked up, you would see your disheveled appearance, the lingering dark circles under your eyes that always seemed worse under the bathroom light.

So, you kept your head down, focusing on turning on the sink and splashing some cold water on your face to shake off the lingering tightness in your chest from when you had woken up.

It had been a couple months since you had returned to the States, that, with some final resolutions that you weren’t completely privy to, things seemed to be…normal. Yet, it was always the memories and scenarios that played out when you shut your eyes that had you jerking awake at odd hours of the morning. Phantom aches and distant voices until you were able to ground yourself again.

Sometimes you were alone in suffering from nightmares. You didn’t really know what to make of your relationship with Dmitri–the lines had blurred back in the prison. The prolonged stay with him in Russia had put you in an odd position with him. Sometimes it was completely platonic, others it felt like you were longing for something from him. The system he was a part of was a major source of suffering, one that you had been witness to first hand, and yet being able to hear his remarks and views on it for the six months you were stuck with him made your thoughts on him complicated.

You wished things were completely black and white–it’d make your decisions regarding him easier to make.

Yet, in the end, he was someone outside of Hopper, Joyce, or Murray, that you could talk to about what you saw in Kamchatka. It didn’t seem like much of a foundation for a relationship, platonic or otherwise, right? Shared trauma brought you closer, it was what kept the two of you around each other despite the months that had passed. It wasn’t just a self-esteem issue, as much as that played a heavy role in how you regarded yourself and in some aspects of your relationship with him.

There had been a time when you had tried to approach the idea that maybe he’d want to seek out other relationships that weren’t tied to trauma and horror. It wasn’t that you wanted to just shove him out of your life, but you knew that you had certainly pushed him away at points. Yet, that statement, at the time, had been a result of similar thoughts that plagued your mind recently. (That you thought he could find more fulfillment from someone who wasn’t you.)

Dmitri’s reaction had been subtle at the time–a questioning look and a tightness to his brows. Yet, he had thought that over for a few moments, playing with a pen on the table that you had left there from the night before when you had been searching for jobs. Eventually, he shook his head lightly, an almost far-away look in his eyes.

“I would struggle to find someone who understands in the same way.”

You didn’t really know how to feel about that. For the most part, you understood why, yet it put an odd feeling in you that you had been grappling with for the last couple of days. At the end of the day, you knew what you were denying and that addressing it would allow you to progress, and yet an old reflex had kicked in and you shut yourself down. The line between what was genuine attraction and what feelings had developed when you had to lean on him for survival was blurry sometimes.

The baseline of friendship had formed a long while ago–you figured you wouldn’t have remained close to Dmitri after everything if that was the case. Nor would you still spend some days (and nights) on the floor of Murray’s home to help them both pick through whatever information was coming out of Russia about what happened, and tried to help Dmitri deal with the stress of trying to get in touch with the family he had left behind.

Murray was a good buffer in those moments, at least, as much as his temperament fed into both your’s and Dmitri’s frustrations at points. You didn’t want to regard him as a distraction from your personal turmoil, Murray was an extra person and offered a chance to put your focus outward instead of inward.

When you were alone with Dmitri was a different story, however. The quiet conversations about your lives and what was happening, the looks, touches and intimate moments that were toeing some sort of line. It was apparent to you, and that was what kind of scared you in a way.

There was a horrible little voice that cropped up when you thought about those moments. It was a familiar one–something that had sat with you for most of your life. That you only had value when you were of use to him; that if you got into a relationship with him, Dmitri would realize that you aren’t what he wants and would leave. It happened every time. That you would look odd together–that he could get anybody he wanted around here if he tried. That voice picked apart every little flaw in you–personality, physical, nothing was off limits.

You had gotten better at trying to hold that back as you aged, but it certainly was running the show at the moment.

As if to prove that point, the shrill ringing of the phone in your hall pulled you back out of your head. Irritation cropped up again–you didn’t know who was calling, but you had noticed that the phone rang more than once the last couple days. A part of you wanted to answer it so you could tell whoever to stop calling, yet you knew better. If you heard Joyce, Hopper, or, worse, Dmitri, you wouldn’t be able to hang up.

So, you shut the bathroom door to drown out the ringing and work up enough energy to shower and get into a new change of clothes for the day.

                                                           ***

You could smell some rain on the breeze from your open window in the living room, you half-watching an old movie that you had picked out as you tried not to doze off when someone knocked on your front door.

The noise made you jump a little, turning to cast a look toward the front hall with your eyebrows pinching together. As the last couple of days had proven, you really weren’t in the mood for visitors. Yet, you knew you would just feel like shit if you left them standing out there. You were already starting to feel about ignoring the phone. With a sigh, you stood up and hit pause on the VCR before making your way toward the front of the house.

A careful glance through the blinds near the door confirmed what you were hoping this wouldn’t be.

Dmitri stood at your doorstep, body partly turned away from you as he watched the sky curiously for a few moments, arms crossed over his chest. A small part of you argued to just sneak away and let him think you weren’t home, yet the childishness of that made you almost open the door with the embarrassment of that thought alone. Plus, he’d probably see you in a few moments anyway.

You unlocked the door with your lips pressed together, trying to will away the irritation from your expression–it wasn’t aimed at him personally, anyway. Still, you figured you looked as worn down as you felt when you opened the door.

“Hey,” you greeted somewhat lamely, though your voice sounded tired to your own ears, “What’s going on?”

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Dmitri returned, his tone not exactly reprimanding, but you could tell there was some irritation there, “You stopped answering your phone?”

You opened your mouth to give some sort of excuse, yet you couldn’t seem to work up anything that would be believable. Nor did you have the energy to attempt a lie. What could you tell him, anyway? ‘Yeah, sorry, I was avoiding answering the phone because I’d rather just be alone before everybody leaves me anyway.’

“I’ve been…”  you started, letting out a small sigh as you leaned against the edge of the door somewhat, “I don’t know. I didn’t feel like answering the phone. I’m okay, anyway. Sorry to make anybody worry.”

“...You’re okay,” Dmitri repeated–it didn’t sound like it was said as a question, yet his tone made it sound like he didn’t believe that at all.

“Look, it’s just not the best time to have this conversation on my doorstep, so…” you started, trailing off as you realized you didn’t really know how to end that sentence. The bitter voice that had been dominating your thoughts told you to tell him to just leave, yet you couldn’t seem to get the words out or close the door.

To have him standing there, looking into your eyes as you stared back, you could feel a part of you relent to what the situation was. You just stopped talking to anybody suddenly, he cared enough to show up. You could at least try to explain…what you could, you supposed.

“I’m sorry. You want to come inside?”

You opened the door wider, stepping aside as an invitation. Dmitri seemed to hesitate for a moment before walking inside with a quiet comment. You shut the door behind him, a sense of dread sitting in your gut, but you knew there was a part of you that wanted him there. It had been there all along, really, but you didn’t know what to do with it.

“Murray says he wants to try a different approach about getting in contact with my family,” Dmitri said, your eyebrows furrowing somewhat–it wasn’t great news, but Dmitri didn’t seem especially bothered by it, himself. “Told me to tell you. He wasn’t impressed that you were ignoring him too.”

“I’m just an…assistance in this whole thing,” you replied somewhat dismissively, “At least he got the message to you. How do you feel about that situation?”

As much as a part of you wanted to avoid talking about yourself and where your head was currently, hearing that there were issues reaching out to Dmitri’s family in Russia was troubling. You knew it meant a lot to him, and…well, you couldn’t say you weren’t invested too. Not after everything.

“I don’t feel great about it,” he replied, “Yet…it might be best for now. We can find another way. A safer way.”

If there was one. Still, at his subdued reaction, perhaps even optimistic, you held the comment back. You nodded lightly in agreement, moving past him to walk further into your home as you could feel that awkwardness creep back up inside you. The topic of why he had to show up at your house just to make sure you were still there still needed to be addressed, but you just had no idea how to start it.

Your head was muddled as it was–and now this thing with Murray? You knew he would view it differently, but letting out your troubles on Dmitri just feel like you were burdening him with more than he needed.

Yet, as much as Dmitri wasn’t exactly pushy, it didn’t seem like he would just let you keep quiet about that.

“Are you actually okay?” he asked after a few moments of silence as you sat yourself down on the couch.

You couldn’t help but freeze up somewhat, meeting his gaze without words as you processed the question. Considering how you were behaving, the answer to that question was clear to both of you. Yet, being asked so bluntly gave you some pause. A part of you just wanted to insist that you were fine, that it wasn’t his business or issue to deal with. Yet, you knew you just wanted it out. You had felt a particular exhaustion that had settled once you had returned to America, but you kept that fact to yourself.

Now, it seemed like it was showing outwardly.

“You really want to know? No. Not really,” you replied, the even tone of your voice even coming as a bit of a surprise to you. “I’ve been struggling with some things, and I just…I thought I’d shut myself away until I had them sorted. Maybe that wasn’t the best choice.”

Dmitri didn’t say anything in return, but he did let out a small hum in acknowledgement as he finally crossed the space between you to sit down beside you. The closeness was comforting, familiar, despite the way your mind seemed to stumble over thoughts and what you wanted to say.

“What things?” he asked as you could feel his gaze on your face but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him at the moment.

“A number of things. Some you already know about, like the nightmares. Yet…” you let out a small sigh through your nose, studying the various menus you had stuck on your fridge as if something in there would tell you how to handle this situation. “I guess I’m just waiting for things to end like they usually do, you know? As a friend or otherwise, a part of me is just waiting to see if you’ll leave. I feel like such an asshole for saying that out loud, but I guess…I don’t think I’m anybody worth being around long-term.”

You let out a small breath–you could feel a tightness in your gut to match the one that threatened to settle in your throat, yet there was some sort of release in saying that. Keeping your feelings and thoughts close to your chest was natural to you, really. While you wanted to say what was on your mind, there was also a part of you that wanted to pull everything back in.

Yet, you knew trying to hide it in this situation would go nowhere.

“I think you are worth staying with,” Dmitri replied after a few moments, the casualness of his statement making you glance toward him with a somewhat questioning look. “I have spent many years around the worst people imaginable, you have seen me with Yuri and some other people here that I haven’t gotten along with. I don’t hide those feelings well.”

Initially, you wanted to argue that it wasn’t that simple, yet…well, he wasn’t wrong. You had spent plenty of time with him to know what he was like, and he didn’t hide his irritation too well. The instances where that was aimed at you were rare, but he made it clear when he was fed up with a situation. Yet, a part of you still wanted to argue.

Dmitri’s hand coming to rest on your knee put a pause on that train of thought, however. It was a simple gesture, not exactly an uncommon one between the two of you in quiet moments either, and you were particularly weak for the reassurance it usually brought. At the current moment, though, you could still feel the way your heart beat fast in your chest. There was some relief at his words, yet you knew that wasn’t the whole of the issue.

“I just…” you started again after a few moments, dropping your gaze as you knew if you saw a shift in his expression, you would lock the words back up. “I don’t know how to say it without just saying it, but I have been fighting with myself about how I feel about you. I see things sometimes and I want to see if you feel the same way.”

“What do you feel?”

The way Dmitri asked the question suggested to you that he had an idea, and the glance you took back toward his face confirmed that he just wanted to hear you say it. You couldn’t help the flush of heat that washed over you at that realization–if it was some sort of embarrassment of having to admit to it or some sort of arousal, you couldn’t tell. It did make you more aware of his hand still resting on your knee, though, and your closeness.

“That a good number of the comments from Murray that I waved off or rolled my eyes at do have some truth to them,” you replied in some light humor, the small smirk that crossed Dmitri’s face telling you that he caught onto your meaning. “I just think you can do better than me.”

That put a shift in his expression, the amusement dropping away into mild confusion as his brow furrowed. He didn’t have to ask the question you saw there, so you shrugged somewhat with an awkward chuckle.

“I know that this whole situation is unique and I feel very close to you, but I also feel that you could find someone better than me. That I’m here, but if you wanted to, you could find someone more…” you trailed off for a moment, waving your hand somewhat in frustration, “I don’t know. More attractive, more confident, more intelligent, more–”

Despite the train your thoughts were headed down, the words coming out quickly, you didn’t really notice Dmitri shifting toward you more with a shake of his head. However, he cut you off when he reached out to cup the back of your head and pulled you into him. He pressed his lips against yours in a firm kiss; one that confirmed what you already knew. Yet, you couldn’t help but melt into it, despite the insecurities that still lingered on your tongue, and slid your hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders.

His point was made, yet you felt some relief settling in you at him lingering in the kiss. You shifted toward him more, wrapping an arm loosely around the back of his neck while you slid a hand into his hair. Dmitri deepened the kiss somewhat, parting your lips somewhat for his tongue as he wrapped an arm around your lower back, prompting you to move closer to him. You lifted a leg from the floor so you could lay back on the couch, Dmitri laying himself between your opened legs as you felt your head rest against an arm of the couch.

At that point, Dmitri finally broke the kiss as you could feel your heart hammering in your chest and it gave your head a moment to catch up with the current moment.

Though, you struggled to form a proper response to the sight before you once you opened your eyes. Dmitri looked down at you with a familiar look–one that you knew was trust, but you could see something mixed in there that might have been akin to adoration. It was the latter that you had denied time and again when you caught it. That your wishful thinking had you seeing things that weren’t actually there, or that you had to be mistaking that for something else.

It would be a struggle to deny it at the current moment, however. You should have seen his reaction coming, you supposed, but it still took you off guard.

“You have made a lot of assumptions about how I think of you,” Dmitri said after a few moments, not moving back so you had a hard time not meeting his gaze, “The ones you told me today are wrong.”

“I…” you started in some sort of protest, yet you knew it was weak before you had the chance to form the words. You made a lot of assumptions, you knew that. Denied a lot of things, too. Yet, that insecurity still stubbornly persisted.

Though, you knew the hold it had on you wasn’t as strong in some aspects when it came to your concerns about your relationship with him. It was hard to insist that you were making things up in hopes that he’d be into you when you had a leg partly resting against his hip as he had half his body pinning you down onto the couch. It was a relief, admittedly, as much as a part of you could now pull out a million new questions and concerns.

Despite that, you found yourself relaxing into his touch as Dmitri rested a hand against your jaw. He angled your head somewhat in order to press another small kiss to your mouth before pulling back enough to speak.

“You can think I can do better, but I want nobody else,” he muttered, “I haven’t for a while.”

“I suspected that,” you admitted after a few moments, “I don’t think I wanted to believe it, but I know I had been hoping…”

You saw the softening of Dmitri’s expression, the hand that had been resting against your jaw to stroke his thumb along your jawline shifting up to cup the side of your face. You shut your eyes as he leaned in to press a kiss to the side of your face, the affection softening the tightness in your gut that had been forming as you talked. You reached a hand up to rest against the side of his neck, taking comfort in his warmth, his smell.

“I can prove it, if you want,” Dmitri muttered near your ear, “I have the rest of the day, if you need that long.”

The implication of his words made you still, a fresh wave of heat washing over you at what cropped up in your mind. You were all the more aware of his body resting against your own, the bits of muscle that you could feel even with the clothing between you. A part of you wondered if you should mix sex into your current situation, yet it was tempting and your previous kissing had left you craving more.

Really, you believed him. You knew that fact alone wouldn’t keep your mind from picking away at that fact from time to time, but looking into his face told you that you could trust his word on this issue. Yet, you knew you wanted to take him up on what he was suggesting also. It had you moving your hand up from his neck to trail up into his hair. You knew you had made your decision, and you trusted him to stop if you lost the nerve.

“...I wouldn’t mind letting you try,” you replied, willing your voice to remain steady despite the mix of emotions you felt over the last several minutes or so.

You couldn’t help the slight forming of a grin on your face at catching the touch of amusement that passed Dmitri’s expression, but you stopped whatever retort he might have had to that by closing the short distance to press your mouth against his again. Dmitri responded immediately, pressing back into the kiss with a small hum. The kiss was more sensual this time, Dmitri slow to move the hand resting against your cheek down to your neck as you accepted him deepening the kiss again.

Dmitri trailed his hand down your arm, causing some light goosebumps where his fingers touched until he grasped your wrist. He brought that down to pin it against the arm of the couch by your head, holding it there as he shifted. He covered your other hand with his own, holding it down against the cushion under your torso. The slight change in position had him breaking the kiss, which allowed you to take in a breath as he brought his head down to kiss under your jaw.

You tilted your head to allow him better access, his kisses becoming more confident as he moved down. The sensation of his tongue dragging across certain parts of your neck had you shifting somewhat under him, the hold he had on your wrists keeping you from being able to do much at the moment. It was easy to get lost in the feeling, however, your mouth parting somewhat as Dmitri’s mouth moved lower toward your shoulder. You let out a few low moans and whimpers as he started to approach more sensitive parts of your neck. Dmitri hummed against your skin in response, swiping his tongue over a sweet spot before sucking.

The sensation had you shifting again, lifting your hips somewhat to rub against his own with a small inhale. Given the telltale hardness that rubbed against your core, even through your clothing, you found yourself pressing up against him again. Dmitri let out a low groan into your shoulder, pressing his hips down against your own in response to grind himself against you. You shifted your leg that was on the couch up to rest over his hip somewhat so you could better seek the small bits of pleasure the contact gave you.

Combined with his mouth on you and the feeling of him growing hard against you, you started to grow a little frustrated that he still held onto your wrists. Though, after another minute of this, you were mildly surprised to hear Dmitri speak up first.

“The way you move against me and the noises you are making, I want to touch you badly. Can I touch you?”

“Yes, yes,” you replied with a nod, “Let me do the same.”

With that, Dmitri moved his hands from where he was holding onto you and moved them down to pull up your shirt. You sat up somewhat to help him with that, making quick work of his own once he had dropped yours onto the floor. You lay back down, Dmitri not quite moving back to where he was as he took you in with his eyes for a few moments. You did the same to him–his arms that you had only admired through the sleeves of his shirts and what you could feel through the sleeves of his jackets. You wanted to reach out to run your hands down his chest, across his back.

However, that train of thought was interrupted when Dmitri met your gaze again.

“You believed I wouldn’t be attracted to you?” he asked.

The question had you pressing your lips into a thin line, a part of you feeling flattered by the compliment behind that, yet you couldn’t help but let out a small huff.

“I just took my shirt off, come on.”

Dmitri leaned forward again as you spoke, though he paused somewhat at your words before he rested an arm on the couch’s arm above your head. He pressed his lower half against you again, rolling his hips against your own. You felt the prominent bulge in his pants, now, which sent another spark of arousal through you.

“This is because of you,” he replied in a low voice, his accent thicker with clear arousal and it was a tone that you hadn’t heard from him before. “I want you. I want to be inside you…I want to see how beautiful you would look taking my cock…”

“Dmitri…” you said in a tone that surprised you, almost like a moan and it honestly took you a moment to notice how much the throbbing between your legs had increased at his words.

Your tone wasn’t lost on him, either, as he closed the space between you again to capture your mouth in a hard kiss. Your hands moved to slip around his sides and rest against his back and shoulder blades, Dmitri shifting to prop himself up on one arm so he could run a hand up your side. He cupped one of your breasts in his hand, squeezing it through the fabric of your bra as you let out a small moan into his mouth.

“I just don’t want to rush,” he concluded as he pulled back from the kiss after a moment, you meeting his gaze for a few moments before you sat up somewhat to unhook your bra.

While an insecure part of you wanted to hide yourself, you knew you could trust Dmitri. The lustful quality that darkened his gaze was enough of a compliment at that point to quiet that voice, Dmitri wasting little time in repositioning himself so he could drop his head down to your chest. He pressed a few open-mouthed kisses to the top of a breast, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You arched into the touch with a moan, Dmitri replacing one of his hands with his mouth with a drag of his tongue. You gripped at his hair, letting your head fall back against the arm of the couch as you closed your eyes.

Despite the fact that the couch wasn’t the most comfortable place to do this, Dmitri was diligent with his attention. He kept pulling small whimpers and moans out of you through the attention he gave your breasts, sucking and licking at the nipple that he wasn’t lightly pulling and pinching at with his fingers. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel some relief and anticipation when his attention started to move further south.

If it was a sudden burst of confidence or frustration, but you found yourself shifting to remove your pants and undergarments. Despite pushing forward into that direction, Dmitri adapted to the change as he helped you pull them off completely before standing to remove his own pants.

As if moving on its own, you dipped a hand down between your legs to rub two fingers along your wet lips. The sensation had you pushing your hips into your hand, rubbing yourself a little quicker. Dmitri lifted his gaze to see you doing so, the action pulling a moan from him that only further spurred on your actions. Dmitri muttered something in Russian that you didn’t understand, but from the enthusiasm in removing the last of his clothing told you enough.

“Keep touching yourself for me,” he said as he lowered himself back onto the couch, taking his cock into his hand and giving it a few strokes with a groan, gaze trained on what you were doing with your fingers. “You are killing me.”

You let out a breathless chuckle. “Strange compliment.”

Still, you pushed two fingers into your folds, finding your clit easily enough as you rubbed at that with a small whimper as you could tell you were sufficiently worked up. You watched as Dmitri stroked himself as he watched you touch yourself, the sight only making you more excited. You shifted your hand down to slip a couple fingers into yourself, finding less resistance than you were expecting as you groaned lightly.

“You’re ready?” Dmitri asked, you nodding as you shifted your legs a little wider apart, one foot on the floor to keep you steady.

“Are you going to watch me give myself an orgasm or do it yourself?”

“I could watch you do that over and over, but I have made you wait enough already.”

You felt a small pang of surprise at the admission, but otherwise accepted his answer. He crawled over you again as you pulled your hand away, instead grasping one of his arms as Dmitri settled himself between your legs again. You felt the tip of his cock prod at your core, you lifted your gaze to meet Dmitri’s as you felt him line himself up properly and start to push into you.

You knew that you were aroused enough that it didn’t hurt as much as it could, but his cock stretching you out still pulled a bit of a wince out of you. Dmitri still eased inside, anyway, letting out a moan once he was fully inside. You were already adjusting quickly, the sensation of fullness making you push your hips against him somewhat. He matched that by rocking himself against you, creating enough friction at the moment to have you letting out a little hum in pleasure.

His motions eventually started to pick up in pace, Dmitri starting to pull out somewhat before thrusting back into you. You arched your back at his thrust, moaning as you lifted an arm above yourself to grip at the side of the armrest. Despite the fact that you hadn’t slept with someone in a long while, you were…embarrassingly close already. You kept lifting your hips to meet Dmitri’s thrusts, his cock hitting a certain spot that had you gasping and crying out each time.

“Oh, Dmitri–fuck!” you cried out at a flutter of your walls, a warning sign that you were getting close to that edge. “Right there, right there.”

“I got you,” he replied between another groan, thrusting harder. “You feel so good.”

You were only able to moan in response, curling your legs around his hips as you could feel yourself getting closer to where you wanted to be. There was a pressure building somewhat in your gut, each thrust pushing that further as you grasped at Dmitri’s back for something to hold onto.

It seemed you weren’t the only one who was catching on to getting close to coming, though.

Dmitri’s thrusts slowed somewhat, a little sloppier but he moved a hand down to find your clit. He rubbed at it, the added stimulation leaving you clinging to him tighter as you focused on moving your hips in a way that was pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. It seemed like Dmitri wasn’t too far off either, considering the moans he was letting out and his quick, somewhat clumsy thrusts. You let out a few more cries, feeling yourself fluttering around him more and more before finally you were pushed over the edge.

You let out a whine at the initial rush, you tightening around Dmitri’s cock as your legs tensed before you let out a couple drawn out moans as you felt that wave pass over you. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like Dmitri was that far behind, thrusting into you and stilling with a couple twitches of his hips. He groaned loudly as he came, you feeling him already leaking out onto your thighs as you wrapped your arms around him. Dmitri lay on top of you for a few moments as he tried to catch his breath, you trying to do the same as you finally relaxed your legs somewhat.

Dmitri shifted to pull out of you, the space on the couch not exactly giving either of you much room but you pressed your head into his shoulder. You felt him place a hand on the back of your head, wrapping an arm around your middle as you let your mind start to come back to you. A small rumble of thunder came from outside, the sound of rain hitting the ground filtering in from your open kitchen window.

“I didn’t even notice the storm roll in,” you muttered around a small chuckle.

“Good,” Dmitri muttered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “That means I did a good job.”

“You did,” you agreed tiredly, “You really did. We should probably use a bed next time, though.”

“I’m happy you are thinking about a ‘next time.’”

You grinned softly at his words, soaking in the moment. You weren’t so naive to think that now everything would be better, but you couldn’t help but grasp at the optimism this development might bring about. You just had to work on actually letting him in, but this definitely proved to be a step toward that.

For now, it was enough.

#fandom: stranger things #dmitri antonov x reader #enzo x reader

[barbienese]

always and forever

fem!reader x dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov

reader is about to go on a mission she knows she won’t come back from. she knows tonight with her husband and son is her last.

“… he knew that he had a piece of her with him, always and forever.”

warnings! 18+ minors dni, smut, overstimulation, unprotected sex, oral (m+f receiving), praise kink, fingering, squirting, angst & fluff.

request from @ewinofthelake !! i got a bit carried away but i hope you love it as much as i do!! <33

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“Mik,” You sighed, “You gotta go to sleep.”

It was late. You were sat on the edge of your sons bed, trying to get him to go to sleep.

“Mommy,” He frowned, “I don’t want to. I wanna stay up with you.”

You looked down at him. He was a splitting image of his father. Dark brown hair that glowed in the sun, and big bright blue eyes that lit up a room.

“I know, but you’ve got a big day tomorrow.” You cooed, going in to tuck him into bed.

A deep chuckle came from the doorway, and there stood the man himself.

Your beautiful husband, Dmitiri Antonov.

Mikhail excitedly jumped up, dashing towards Dmitri who scooped him up, wrapping him in a warm embrace.

“Mik, it’s time to go to sleep. Why aren’t you listening to Mommy?” Dmitri cooed, rubbing his hand on the little boy’s back.

Your son stayed silent, nestling himself into Dmitri’s neck.

“Go lay down with Mommy, Mikhail.” Dmitri cooed, walking over to put him to bed.

Dmitri softly kissed Mikhail’s head. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Mikhail sat up, eyes lit full of hope, “Can we go play out in the snow tomorrow? Please?”

“Yes we can,” Your husband smiled, “I gotta show you the new coat I got you from the store!”

Your curly haired boy giggled, “Goodnight daddy!”

“Goodnight buddy.”

You stared lovingly at the pair’s interaction, seeing the light in both boys’ eyes. From Mikhail’s soft giggles, to the wide grin on Dmitri’s face. It was heaven and hell. It was each of those things that you were going to miss dearly. It was stabbing you in the heart over and over.

You quickly wiped a tear that was falling down your cheek, as you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you locked eye contact with the beautiful eyes of your husband.

“I’ll be in the living room.” He smiled, kissing your head as he left the room.

You listened as the footsteps receded, before turning your attention back to your boy.

“Ready for a bedtime story?” He nodded excitedly as you pulled the blanket up to his neck, softly rubbing the top of his head as you began your story.

“Once upon a time, in a far away land, lived a little boy in a house on the lake. His name was Alexei, and he lived with his mommy and daddy.”

“Hey!” Mikhail giggled, “He’s like me!!”

You chuckled in response, “Now, Alexei’s mommy would often get very busy with work, and sometimes she would get so carried away that she wouldn’t come home for days. Sometimes, Alexei would be sad. But, Alexei knew that no matter what, his mommy loved him and would always be with him. In here.” You pointed to his chest. “Now, his mommy had a mission that was very dangerous. Alexei’s mommy knew that she wouldn’t be coming home, that she was gonna be away for longer than ever before.”

Mikhail frowned, grabbing your hand to fiddle with it. “For how long Mommy?”

“Forever.” You replied with a sad smile.

“I don’t think this is a good story Mommy.”

“Why not Mik?”

“You’re sad,” He reached his hand up, “See?” You flinched as his fingers made contact with your wet cheeks.

You gasped, realizing you’d been so caught up in telling the story, you didn’t notice you were crying.

“I’m not sad Mik,” You fake smiled, “It’s just allergies.”

He giggled again, “You’re so silly Mommy.”

You beamed, “Anyways, Alexei always wore a locket that was given to him by his Mommy. And in that locket, was a picture of them when Alexei was a little baby.”

You watched as his hands fiddled with the gold locket that sat comfortably on his neck. “So, whenever Alexei got sad and missed his Mommy, he knew that he had a piece of her with him. Always and forever.”

Mikhail yawned, before leaning up to kiss your cheek. “Goodnight Mommy, I love you.”

“Goodnight baby, I love you too.”

You smiled as you watched your hand disappear into his thick curls. And that sweet, beautiful face. His eyes had since fluttered shut, and you got a glimpse of his curly lashes. God, he was beautiful. Your heart soared, how could you love a little boy so much?

You loved him so much. And it killed you.

You blinked back tears, realizing this is the last night you’ll ever see your son.

The mission you were going on was dangerous. Your commander instructed you say goodbye to your families, because there was no way you were ever come home.

Of course, you were advised to keep the details of your job top secret. This meant you had to keep it all from Dmitiri. And god, you felt awful. The times you would have to disappear for days on end and then make up an excuse for why you were gone was terrible.

“Oh my god.” You sighed, “I’ll miss you my sweet boy.”

You planted a kiss on his forehead and you shut off the lights in his room, softly closing the door.

You wrapped your jumper around you tighter as you left the hallway, before you found yourself in the living room.

There, sat on the couch, was Dmitri. There were two mugs of freshly made coffee on the coffee table, steam flowing freely from the top of the mugs.

“Hey,” You began, sitting down and faced towards your husband, who had a solemn look on his face.“I—”

“— I don’t want you to leave.”

Your heart sank. This is the hardest thing I have to do.

You blinked back tears, “I know my love. But I have to… I don’t have a choice.”

“So this is it right? This is our last night together?”

“Yes ‘Mitri.” You cried, “It is.”

You raised a hand up to his cheek, as he immediately leaned into your soft touch.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kissed him.

The kiss was so meaningful, so passionate. More passionate than any kiss you guys had shared before. The kiss turned into a full make out session. As you pushed him back onto the couch and swung your leg over him, now straddling his lap. His tongue swiped your bottom lip as you moaned into the kiss. His hands freely roamed your body, eventually resting on your ass. You whined as your thin shorts made contact with the growling bulge in his sweatpants.

“Fuck,” Dmitri groaned, “Let’s go to the bedroom, don’t wanna wake Mik.”

He kissed you again as he lifted you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist, not breaking the kiss.

The two of you entered the room, he softly put you down on the bed before turning to shut the door. While his back was turned, you’d thrown off your jumper and were now sitting on the bed in your bra and shorts.

“Fuck,” He grunts, pulling off his shirt, “The things you do to me.”

You’re kneeling on the bed as Dmitri runs his hands up your back, unclipping your bra strap and allowing your bra to slide down your arms. You shiver as the cold air hits your chest, as your husband moved back to admire you.

“Oh my god,” He smiles, “You’re so beautiful.”

He leans forward, kissing you once more. His lips trail down your neck, smiling against your skin when you whine, indicating he’d found your sweet spot. He sucked the spot, intentionally leaving a mark that you’d have to cover in the morning.

You’d have to hide them from Mikhail too. Your son was very curious, and he would always ask about the different hickeys that often covered your neck and chest after a long night with his father. Whenever he’d ask, Dmitri would break out into a fit of laughter as you struggled to provide an explanation. You would get so flustered, and Dmitri found humor in it.

“I-It’s from the straightener, Mik.” You stammered, “I’m okay.”

“They look like they hurt Mommy.”

“No no, they don’t.” You said with a smile.

Dmitri pushed you on your back as he kissed his way down your stomach, stopping before the waistband of your shorts. You were so eager, looking with anticipation. He looked up at you, smirking when he saw your mouth hung open.

“Eager now, are we?” He smirked, knowing it was killing you.

“Yes,” You whined, “Please.”

He smiled as he pulled off your shorts and your underwear with it. He slowly kissed up and around your thighs before finally making contact with your clit. His tongue circles and he bobs his head, the sounds of smacking and sucking the only thing you could hear. He’s essentially brain dead, as he mindlessly eats you out. Your back arched higher and higher off the mattress as he inserts a finger.

“F-Fuck,” You winced, gasping as he inserted another finger, now beginning to pump in and out of you. “You make me feel so good.” He hummed in response, sending vibrations up your clit and through your entire body.

You felt yourself getting close, as you continually moaned. Your hands found his hair and you ran your hands through it, letting him know of your approval.

“I’m close,” You hissed, as the familiar sensation continued building in your core.

“That’s it,” He praised, “Cum for me.”

That’s all you needed to hear. You instantly released on his face, legs shaking as your chest heaved, trying to recover from what was easily one of your best orgasms.

He always made you cum. You’d known each other since high school. You guys were practically inseparable after meeting each other. That’s when you and your family moved away, and you lost contact with him. In that time, Dmitri had gotten lost without you, which meant he’d tried to fill the void you’d left. That meant many, many meaningless hookups with people he didn’t care about. He’d tried to date other people, but they never worked out because they weren’t you. However, you’d moved back and found him at the lake, the same spot where you shared several firsts.

Your first date, your first kiss, your first time. In the backseat of his car, your eyes were practically rolling out of your head as he gave you the dirtiest and most delicious head you’d ever received. You had practically covered his leather seats, still dripping onto them when he put you into his lap and made you ride him.

By now, his lips and your clit were entirely swollen. Your chest still heaved as you recovered from your orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re so good.” You breathed, sitting up.

“I know.” He chuckled, as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You giggled, leaning in to kiss him once more. “Cocky bastard.”

He let out a guttural groan as you palmed him through his sweats, smiling when you looked down and saw the wet patch imprinted in the grey fabric.

“Don’t be a tease,” He groaned, “I need you.”

You pushed him on the bed as your hands find either side of his hips. He lifted them up as you pulled his sweatpants and boxers off, allowing his cock to spring out of his pants.

The sheer size of it amazed you every time. It was so big, and it filled you up while stretching you out at the same time. He was truly gifted, he knew how to work with it. The way he would hit your g spot everytime, making you a complete moaning mess.

You held your hand at the base of his cock and you wrapped your lips around it, your eyes never leaving Dmitri’s. You began taking more of him into your mouth, making up with your hand what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You felt the tip of it hit the back of your throat, making you gag a little.

“Oh fuck,” He groaned, “Just like that.”

He threw his head back as his hands worked his hand into your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail as he began fucking your face.

You gagged a few times as you felt him hit the back of your throat. You hollow out your cheeks as you feel him twitching in your mouth.

You hummed, sending vibrations up as he mercilessly fucked your face. By now, he’s a mess. His hair is stuck to his forehead, his body is covered in sweat and curses are slewing out of his mouth. Everything about you is perfect, just for him. God, you were a god given blessing to him. Your lips and tongue always rendered him nonfunctional, reducing him to a permanent state of pure bliss.

He groaned again, “I’m gonna cum honey. Can I cum in your mouth?”

You hummed in approval as you feel him shoot his load into the back of your throat. His cock is still twitching when you release him from your mouth.

Dmitri pulls you into his lap again, you both moan when you bodies make contact. He kisses you passionately, hands once again snaking around your waist to rest on your ass.

“You ready for me honey?” He asked, “I want you to ride me.”

You only smiled and you held yourself up, as he readied himself below you. You slowly sunk yourself down, hissing as you struggled to adjust to his size.

“Ohh, you’re so big,” You hissed. “Fuck I love you.”

You began rocking your hips, as he started to thrust into you at the same time, your movements in sync. The room is filling with sounds of skin slapping and moans as the two of you began to lose yourselves in each other. He’s grunting over and over, signaling he’s close. You’re almost there too, when Dmitri wipes the cum that was left on your chin and lowers them down, finding your clit. He’s a filthy, filthy man, using his own cum to get you off. He knows exactly what’s he’s doing to. He begins to rub in a ‘figure 8’ while continuously thrusting into you.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m so so close.” He moans lowly, as he ploughing into you. His other hand is on your hip, pushing you down as he fucks you mercilessly on your bed. The bed springs are creaking, and the pillow you’d put behind your headboard had since fallen down, meaning your bed was slamming into the wall. But you didn’t care, you were so lost in Dmitri that he was all you could think about. Him and his perfect cock.

Your stamina is running low, and by now your head is in his chest as he continually thrusts into you.

“Fuck ‘Mitri. I can’t take it. I can’t—”

He puts his hand over your mouth, looking at you intently. “Yes you can baby, I know you can. Now cum for me.” That’s when he fucking shatters you. Your fingers are raking down his back, your toes are curling, legs shaking as you squirt all over his cock and the bed. “Fuck me.” You groaned as you clenched around him, pushing him over the edge as he releases inside you.

“I just did that. I made you squirt.” He smiles proudly.

“Shut up,” You lean forward, kissing him again. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Always and forever.”

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