#And the rare Demon!Russ nice

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Being a demon makes you a bottom

Not to worry, it works the other way around too

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A Lover’s Touch(Adler x Bell!Reader)(Oneshot)

Word Count: 1.8k

Description: Adler came back from a mission to their assigned safehouse, some minor injuries here and there.

Good thing he has Bell to help out with those sore spots.

Warnings/Tags: Mature Warning, Post!Solovetsky, Established!Adler/Bell, Past Brainwashing, Slight Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Content

My love- моя любовь(moya lyubov)

Handsome—красивый (krasivyy)

Beautiful—красивая (krasivaya)

Russell—Рассел (Rassel)

My- мой Рассел (moy)

My dear Russell-голубушка, рассел (galoobooshka Rassel)

Sweetheart-лапушкаka (lapooshka)

Baby- крошка (kroshka)

“Told you I should’ve came with you instead.” You teased as Adler sat atop their shared bed in their room, a nice one too within this particular safehouse. Adler settling with his bare back to you, his honey brown hair still wet at the ends giving him a wild boyish look after already washing his body in the shower before you could help him—too busy yourself in going over the intel he got with Zeyna. “Now look at you, all bruises and small cuts.”

“You think you could’ve done better?” You only grinned sharply when he looked over at you, you moving near him and getting behind him with your hands on his broad shoulders as he snorted and looked away. “You got a lot of nerve for someone who got kidnapped once—“ you made a displeased noise and tightened your hold on his shoulders in warning, “—but I’ll give it to you. Don’t tell Zeyna that. The mission was a success after all.”

You did a pleased hum, tracing your fingertips on his back to a developing bruise and seeing how the muscles coiled in response. You placing a small peck towards the location of it on his mid lower back.

“Almost a full one,” you say as you do a trail with your lips along his skin, placing a kiss here and there as you went up, “if мой Рассел managed to come unscathed.” You did a playful nip to his ear once you reached it. Adler turning his clear blue eyes towards you with a brow up, a look practically asking “what’s gotten into you?” but you just shrugged and patted his shoulders twice. “Come on. Let me help you relax and lay down on your stomach. You’re as tense as a pregnant woman about to give birth.”

He went to move, but not before throwing you a sly look as he placed a pillow under his head—some tresses over his eyes.

“Are you trying to tell me something, sweetheart?”

You huffed out your nose in amusement, shaking you head as you gave him a kiss to his shoulder before moving to straddle on top of his backside so you have free reign for his shoulders and back.

“I think I would be more creative than that if I’m going to make that kind of announcement. Now hush, Russ,” you said Russ with some of your Russian accent coming through, you slowly getting it back as time went on and mixing with your American accent that you gathered. You placed your hands on his shoulders, slowly pressing down on his warm skin and moving as he let out a small grunt. You leaning over slightly by his ear, saying softly, “Let me take care of you.”

You felt him tense underneath you as you leaned away, but didn’t say anything. Continuing to massage and move your hands against his coiled muscles, slowly unknotting as you went. You moving from his solid shoulders to his muscles back that carries the world upon them, being careful with where you spotted harsh bruises to avoid hurting him. You could hear his small grunts and quick short releases of breath due to your actions, the delicious sounds making your imagination run due to how you normally get to catch those sounds. You tried to focus on his massage instead of that, his tense and muscled back slowly turning into putty underneath you. You shifted on top of him slightly, feeling a need start to come that you pushed away.

Once you finished pressing the palms of your hands on his lower back, now notably relaxed and knot free, you moved them atop his shoulders.

“All done,” you rasp, not taking note of how low your voice sounded as Russell hummed. Placing a hand to one of your pants covered thighs as he craned his neck towards you, and doing a quick squeeze as his cool eyes met yours with a relaxed smirk.

“Alright, it’s your turn.” He moved to sit up, you getting off him as you threw him a bewildered look as he gently coaxed down to where he was.

“But, I don’t need it. It was for you.” Despite your words, you felt yourself shift again with your legs. You wish you were in more comfortable clothes now instead of you looking through Intel earlier. “I didn’t go on a mission.”

Russell’s smirk didn’t falter as he stared at your expression, only lifting more into knowing as he hummed again. “I insist,” he says, pushing you down to where he was and you let him with little resistance despite your words. You placing your cheek against the pillow, your heart thundering as Russell straddled atop you as well but not fully due to the size difference and not wishing to stress you with his weight. You felt his hand go underneath your shirt, just as you felt his mouth graze your ear. “Tsk, tsk, Bell. We need to get you out of these before I go on. Hm?” He asked lowly, breath tickling your ear.

You felt yourself slightly shiver, and it wasn’t due to how he lifted your shirt and you letting him as you took it off. Him moving onto unstrapping your bra as well and your back now becoming an open canvas for his calloused hands as he trailed one from your neck to your lower back. Your breathing growing a little short when he stopped at the edge of your pants before both of them moved to your highly tense back and began expertly pressing.

“Someone’s tense,” Russell observed, his hands working you along your heated skin. You starting to sigh out in pleasure as he relaxed some muscles, your thoughts of wondering at his odd and rare playful mood escaping you and instead just focusing on what he’s doing. “I have a guess on what’s gotten into you,” he says, pressing his knuckles against a certain part to your shoulder that made you gasp quietly which made Russell hum. “Didn’t expect you to be like that,” he than leaned towards you, you felt his bare chest on your bare back, skin meeting skin as you could only blink blearily as you wondered what he’s getting at and what he’s doing, why did he stop—“I have a jealous лапушкаka, do I?”

Your eyes widened, excitement raising once more as you shifted underneath him. He knows what his Russian does to you—all fluent and rough just like a native. His endearment of ‘sweetheart’ in your language making you ache.

“I do, don’t I?” He said more than asked, breath to your ear and one hand still working on your shoulder, thumb moving and pressing.

You craned your neck to look towards him, a mocking yet heated look to your eyes as you replied through a sigh.

“Like you aren’t when—“ you let out a moan when his hand found another spot, Russell eating it up as his eyes darkened greedily. “—w-when it’s me and Woods out in missions.”

Russell huffed, raising his brows as he leaned back, and with it taking his heat and making you nearly childishly whine as you fisted a sheet underneath you. Despite him keeping his hands on your shoulders.

“Woods is a beast. You don’t know him like I do.”

This time, you let out a breathless laugh against the pillow. Russell raising a brow in silent question as you looked up at him with an amused smile.

“The pot calls the kettle black,” you say, before continuing coyly, “America’s Monster should know I am only his. Right, моя любовь?”

Russell chuckled richly, shifting himself to be more on top of you and your eyes widened when you felt hardness through his pants on your backside. Him feeling when your back arched towards him in response but him stopping you with his hands as he shook his head as you released a small whine at him this time.

“Not yet, крошка. You’ve been a little minx and just because you’re tempting me with how красивая you are isn’t going to change that,” He says smugly. Totally doing it on purpose with his words as you could only barely shift underneath him to get some reprieve only to be stopped when he gave you a warning nip to your neck. “You moving is making massaging you really fucking difficult, sweetheart.”

You noticed he sounded strained. Tense and distracted by how he switched back to English with the endearment. It made you move more because despite how a man like Russell Adler has extraordinary self-control and patience for missions, he doesn’t quite have the same with just the two of you.

Monsters shouldn’t be leashed for too long.

He hissed, putting more pressure on you but you threw him a look over your shoulder, heated eyes and a purse to your lips which his electric fire eyes focused on.

“голубушка, рассел, you going to leave me влажный и недоставать all for you?” You said through a needy pout, “After wanting to show how красивый you are after such a successful mission? себя мука на.”

Something snapped as his hand moved to your hair, and gripped it firmly as he leaned his chest to your back once more as he growled into your ear.

“You asked for it. Keep quiet so the others won’t hear.”

You hid a smug smile to your pillow which quickly changed as the night went on, all open mouthed and pleading as you tried to control yourself.

It ended with you leaning against his chest, Russell taking a smoke and notably less tense you observed with amusement as the smoke gathered around him. You placed another kiss to his chest where a bruise was as you and him laid naked under the sheets. You made sure his bruises turned to hickey’s instead by you when they did the lust filled act, Russell groaning your name all the while.

“You know,” Russell began, a small smirk playing on his scarred and bruised lips as you looked at him in attention, tapping his cigarette on the ash tray next to him with eyes on you. “They should call you a demon instead. You really are a minx, Bell.”

Seems he caught on to your farce earlier.

You giggle, bringing a hand to graze his scarred cheek and craning your neck to give him a kiss which he met.

“Only for you, Russell. A monster and a demon would be a match, hm?” You give him another kiss, deepening it and Russell seemed to have forgotten his cigarette since his other hand brought you atop him. You laughing again when you slightly pulled back. “Again?”

“Again.” Russell said in answer with a hungry smirk before continuing, hand going under the covers and working in a different manner compared to the massage earlier.

A match made indeed.

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Say thanks to me and @tr1ppylady little fantasy of what it would be like to have the honor to massage Russell Adler’s back. Credit to @salvija for helping me with the Russian too!

Adler sure is a monster in bed, huh? *wink wonk* I’ll leave now. Anyways, love both some slight Soft!Adler and Dom!Alder. Like…hello. (´-ω-`)

I didn’t want to describe too much because it’s for the imagination. And I’m supposed to be writing something else. Hope you guys enjoyed!

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