#Sokol x Reader

[horangislittletiger99]

Sokol would definitely treat you right

[starr-finn]

Payday 2 yandere HCs: Sokol

NOTE: I DO NOT CONDONE YANDERE BEHAVIOR OR ANYTHING OF THAT NATURE!!!! THIS IS A SILLY FIC FOR CHICKEN MAN!!!! DO NOT REPLICATE OR IMITATE ANYTHING I WRITE HERE, IT IS HIGHLY ILLEGAL AND WILL RESULT IN RESTRAINING ORDERS, PRISON TIME, AND POTENTIAL HARM TO YOURSELF AND OTHERS! thank you and have a great day

Warnings cuz we need them: Kidnapping, mentions of abuse, Vague hints at murder, hints at a forced relationship, mentions of manipulation, drugging, mentions of amputation, manipulation

once again, carried away, just assume I did for all of them

Sokol is manipulative

He'll make you love him before he kidnaps you

He's such a sweet and loving boyfriend

Spoils the hell outta you

But behind the scenes, He's a stalker, obsessive, and possessive

Treats you like a goddess

Hides his possessiveness behind protectiveness

gives damn good cuddles

literally worships you

now onto the part you came for

Sokol kidnaps you by drugging you on a date to a bar and takes you to his house instead of yours

ties you up and waits for you to wake up

he gets a bit more violent now, but more so in threats

your his and his alone, and he'll make sure you know it

he does also cling to you

he holds you so tightly it's crazy

he just wants you with him all the time

holds your hands a lot

has killed all of your friends and cleared out your team of co-workers

has threatened to remove limbs, but would never do that

but he's so sweet it might give you a toothache

buys you one of his old hockey jerseys

buys you a bunch of cute stuffed animals too

bites at your neck a lot, it's a possession/marking thing

tries to make you feel as loved as he can out of guilt from kidnapping you

he will never hurt you despite his threats

he likes kissing your neck, forehead and jaw

texts you 24/7

calls you his baby, regardless of gender

sweet but deranged

will kill anyone for you

[thelocalbozo]

Bad Word Choice Sokol x Reader

It was supposed to be an easy stealth heist, get in, get the stuff, get out, that was not the case, you were ambushed. You, Sokol, Jacket and Jiro were in a dire situation, there were cops everywhere, and all you had were suppressed rifles and pistols. No medic bags were anywhere in sight, and you have one down left, unfortunately for you, you were downed by a dozer, Jacket was trying to kill him as Sokol was running to your aid.

“Next time you're down, do us all a favor and stay down!!” Sokol yelled over the gun fire at you, you weren’t sure if he was serious or not, as you couldn’t see his face, but he sounded serious. You were hurt that he said that to you. You did not have much fight left in you anymore, especially after what Sokol had said, you had been distracted by the words and because of this you were downed a final time and brought into custody.

“GUYS [H/N] WAS PUT IN CUSTODY!” You could hear Bain yell over the intercoms. “I’LL DO MY BEST TO GET YOU OUT. EVERYONE ELSE YOU WILL HAVE TO LEAVE WITHOUT THEM”

You could hear Sokol scream something incoherent being dragged, likely by Jacket, that was before you had your ear piece ripped out of your ear, now you had no way of communication with anyone. It took weeks to get a good negation, you’d seen similar situations happen with the other heisters, granted you weren’t the receiving end. While you were incarcerated the only thing you could think of was the last words that had been spoken to you before this, Sokols words played on repeat in your head, you couldn’t shake them, was that really how he felt about your life, he was your partner and that’s what he felt the need to say when you needed help. You had no idea what a mess he was without you though.

Sokol had to be dragged to the van, he did not want to leave without you. Jacket fought him tooth and nail in the van because of it. At the safehouse it was worse, he was in a constant state of anxiety with a hair pin trigger. He was fighting with everyone he came in contact with, verbal or physical, everything set him off in the weeks leading to the final negotiation that got you out. When you were released Bain suggested taking a bit away from heisting, as he did with all of these cases, you rejected the offer. It was late when you were freed so you went back home instead of to the safehouse. The next day you went to the safehouse and were greeted by many of the others, Wolf gave you a big hug welcoming you back. Then Sokol ran up to you, face red and eyes puffy from near constant crying, he knew it was his fault you went into custody, he tried hugging you, you simply pushed him off, giving nothing more than a deadpan stare into his eyes, you walked away from him. What he said hurt you deeply, as of now he really meant nothing to you, he was simply another heister.

[i-willstealyourtoes]

Huh can I get uhhhh

Get uhh

Bain legally adopts a teenage reader for tax reasons and drops them off at the safehouse and Dallas essentially becomes their dad?

Also a side of them hanging out with the younger heisters (Joy Sydney Sokol) and I guess I'll be having it platonic family fluff style. Sorry if this is the wrong place to ask though.

You got it right! Hope you enjoy :) I decided not to use the colours, because I'm not sure if people actually like them haha- If you guys want them back lmk!

Adopted!Teen!Reader + the PDG

- Now, Bain did adopt you for tax reasons (I don't know how that works but we roll)

- But that doesn't mean he doesn't care about you or anything, he'll make sure you're alright

- But he's not exactly in the position to look after a kid, considering he's always busy and needs to be as private as possible

- So he usually leaves you at the safehouse, where there's always someone there

- Dallas interacts with you first, as well as some of the younger heisters

- He's always been the one to greet new members of the team, as he is kind of the leader

- So it isn't much different with you, although of course you're much younger than the people he's interacted with recently

- Forgive him if he's a little awkward

- With the younger heisters, at least he could talk about their occupation and skills, but with you? Nothing

- But he's friendly enough, letting you know he's there if you have any problems

- Every heister has a different first opinion of you

- For example, Joy and Sydney are quite nice to you immediantly

- They're closest to you in age, and therefore a bit more relatable

- Sydney will get you to do some pranks or something

- Joy will record it, occasionally helping out

- They're definitely one of the quickest to warm up to you

- If you like art or gaming, they're more than happy to talk about it with you!

- You can all play Mario Kart or something :)

- Joy will beat you guys for sure, but it's okay (you and Sydney will get her back later)

- I think at the start, Sokol would be kind of dismissive of you

- I mean, why do they have to deal with Bain's kid? The safe-house is a place for skilled heisters to plan out their next move, not some daycare

- Or at least, that's how it starts for him

- But when you ask for some pointers on how to shoot, play hockey, or maybe ask for some lessons in Russian, he'll start to warm up

- After that? He treats you like his beloved little sibling :)

- 'If anything happens to them I will kill everyone in this room and then myself' type beat

- May occasionally try to get you into the heisting career at some point. Maybe.

- Once you learn how to shoot and so on, Dallas might help you out too, but he probably won't let you do anything further

- You're still a kid, he doesn't like the idea of putting you in danger

- Although the younger heisters seem to think it as a potentially good idea

- As for the other heisters?

- Wolf would probably not talk to you in general, but the more time you spend in his presence, the more discreetly protective of you he is

- Chains is probably more like a mix of Dallas and Sokol in that he'd like having you train, but is unsure about you starting off a career in heisting

- Hoxton is originally a bit stand-offish for the same reason as Sokol, but eventually matches a bit with Sydney in that he'd encourage you to bring a little chaos in the safe-house

- Houston would be like Wolf; he wouldn't really speak to you or interact since he thinks it's weird for Bain to adopt you in the first place. Will encourage some pranks though-

- John Wick would also be in disagreement with you being adopted by Bain in the first place, but will warm up and help with training (he's definitely quite strict tho beware!!)

- Clover for sure acts as an older sister, teasing you but overall being kind and protective over you (will cheer you on during training)

- Dragan would try not interact with you really..but he might give some tips if you're training/working out. Eventually, like Wolf, he will become secretly protective of you :)

- Jacket would probably not interact very often with you, but eventually, he'll let you listen to his music or play games (kinda like Houston, he will low-key enjoy the pranks too)

- Bonnie would treat you like a little sibling and maybe try to teach you poker to scam the others with false innocence (high-fives if you do so) + if you have (romantic) relationship issues, she will encourage you to end/ruin their lives

- Jiro would definitely judge Bain for adopting you for tax reasons, and for a little bit he might be a quite distant, but as time progress, he sort of views you as a kid to look after too, maybe not like his child, but still a child for him to protect and look after

- Bodhi would for sure try get you into surfing or just sports, the others will pull you away (unless you actually enjoy it then they'll just roll their eyes or something)

- Jimmy is maybe not the greatest role model, but he's actually quite fun around you, just be aware he might pass out in the middle of a conversation with you

- Rust would probably keep his distance from you at first, thinking that it's better not to interact since he's, well, old and a criminal. But after a little while, especially once you start training and so on, he'll warm up to you! You might find yourself a new (o l d) uncle :)

- Sangres for sure will try to teach you some blade skills or Spanish words (a lot of them might be profanity). He's a lot of fun, just not the most responsible-

- Duke might not come up to talk to you much, but he doesn't mind talking to you if you come up to him, especially if it's about history and so on :)

[crispy-bonnie]

HI IT'S ME MWAH MWAH (/P)

- Okay anyways-

- I read your thing about flirtatious s/o, and was like 😳->😏

- Idk if this goes against the rules bc it is limey so (if it is just lmk and delet)

- Can we get uhm.... Jacket, Sokol, Houston, Dallas and for absolutely no reason Dozer for this?

- So can we get a situation where Reader and him have to (for random plot reasons) hide in a tight spot??? Like a locker or something

- This is during/just after a fight so Reader's preeeetty tired

- So they just rest their head on him

- And he's trying so hard not to... not to have.... UHHHHHH-

- I hope you know where this is going???

- (He's trying not to wiener)

yeah this is chill with me ! if i ever write overly spicy stuff , then you'll most likely find it on my alt that's dedicated to the juicy stuff . also no i'm not giving the tag for said alt lmao also , this post in particular is VERY long and took me fucking forever to finish . my writing clearly started to deteriorate towards the end LMAO . consider this a valentine's day special lol i'll be making a special cut of this on my side blog once i get my requests done so stay tuned for that ig

!! SUGGESTIVE CONTENT + CLAUSTROPHOBIA UNDER THE CUT . PLEASE BE ADVISED !!

Tight Spot - PAYDAY + DOZER X READER MULTISHOT

Dallas

Despite such a quiet heist, it was still one of exhaustion. Having to worry about the guards, running past civilians and praying that they don't see you, it's draining. Luckily, a fellow heister volunteered to stealth it with you, making the experience a tad bit easier.

You and Dallas were tasked with tagging a truck with a GPS tracking device whilst the other two heisters, Houston and Hoxton, stayed behind. This truck contained voting machines that you two have to hack, but none of the trucks were labeled, therefore you had to find clues on which ones had the things you needed. The two of you were tucked in a shipping container, waiting for guards to pass while looking through the boxes to see if there was anything indicating the right or wrong truck.

"D-Dallas...? Can we take a quick breather..?" You huffed, your legs cramped from crouching and your body coated in sweat from all the running and sneaking about. Despite the container being so large, the two of you could barely squeeze yourselves inside, as there were boxes packed rather tightly inside. Your legs were entangled in his, both of your torsos just mere centimeters away. You were panting heavily, the tight space making it harder to gather oxygen.

"Sure..are you alri-" He was cut off as you leaned forward, your head now resting on his shoulder as your arms wrapped around his waist. Dallas could feel his face heating up from underneath his mask, but not because of the awkward atmosphere. He stared down at your heavily breating form attempting to gulp down the words that were stuck in his throat.

You were brought out of your heated daze when you heard Dallas groaning softly, in which you pulled back ever so slightly to face him. He had one of his hands pressed against the boxes whilst the other was holding up his mask. You could feel his legs shaking ever so slightly as he tried to curb the attempts to buck his hips towards yours.

"Are you okay?" You hummed, bringing your hand up to his and moving his mask off of his face so you could make sure that he wasn't dying underneath it. However, just as you unveiled his lips, both of his hands shot up to grab your mask, ripping it off before slamming his lips against yours.

The scent of cigarette smoke and his freshly ironed suit filled your nose, the bitter sensation of nicotine and the sweet taste of him now in your mouth as his tongue pressed against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, now resting your hands on his shoulders to pull him closer. Time seemed to slow, everything melting away as you focused on him and only him. Not even the sounds of gunshots or the bickering of the other two heisters outside pulled you out of the trance that the two of you were stuck in.

Let's hope the others don't find you two in that shipping container...

Houston

It was a quiet night. The only sounds heard being rain drops tapping softly against the window and the chatter among the attendees of the auction. As much as the gang wanted to try to place bids on the artifact being auctioned off, they knew that it would take a big chunk out of their vault, and it would most certainly not be a guarantee of even getting it. The criminals instead opted for attempting to steal the item. After all, it was one of the many things they were good at.

Ears sharp and eyes peeled, you crawled down the halls as fast as possible, making sure to keep yourself out of sight from the guards and cameras that littered the building. Houston followed behind, keeping an eye out for anyone approaching. The two of you thought you were safe, but the sound of a gun unholstering and a voice shouting at you two brought you two to a halt.

Turning around to face the guard, he glared the both of you down for a good few seconds. He proceeded to fish his radio out of his pocket, but you had whipped your gun out to shoot it to bits before he could say anything. Next thing you knew, unsilenced gunshots had been fired from the guard's gun, now alerting others. The crowd below was now startled, spooked whispers and gasps echoing from the crowd. The sounds of these sent panic into you, making you directly headshot the guard before grabbing Houston by the wrist and pulling him away.

You shoved yourself and Houston into a storage closet, shutting the door behind you as the alarms started to blare from outside. The closet was unfortunately very tight, but it was the only hiding spot available so that you could wait for the rest of the crew to arrive and save you from this mess. Your hands left the doorknob just after you locked it, letting out a huff of relief before leaning your shocked form against the wall.

"I'm sorry I-"

"No it's okay, it's okay. We didn't know he'd be there." Houston sighed, placing his hand on your shoulder before pulling you close. You took a minute to process what was going on, the sirens, the screaming, and soon the warm embrace that you found yourself in. He continued to whisper reassurings into your ear as he let you relax into him.

A few minutes in, you could hear Houston muttering your name ever so softly. Almost like he was trying to get your attention. You pulled back, looking into his now half-lidded eyes before asking: "Are you okay..?"

"Sorry I just- m- my- ngh..~" Houston pulled his hands away from your waist, bringing one up to his mask and the other down to his pants, the other now gripping onto his belt desperately. He moved his mask off to wipe away some of the sweat that was coating his forehead. Your face flushed red once your eyes trailed down to his crotch, his current behavior finally making sense to you. 

"We should- sh-should get back to the missio-" He went back to pull his mask back on, but you brought your hand up to stop his, soon pulling it away to swipe your mask off and let it clatter to the ground. "No no..." You hummed, your face now inches away from his. The red on his face became brighter as you grabbed at his pants, pulling at them ever so slightly. "Let's take care of your little friend here first~"

Sokol

It was an intense battle. The constant bangs and pops of guns firing, screams of the cops that were being mercilessly shot down as well as the heisters' demands for things like coolant for the drill or to reboot the power, and most importantly, the earpiercing sound of the giant drill burning its way into the glass flooring that blocked the criminals from the stacks upon stacks of cash that they were after.

"SOKOL!" His name erupted from your throat as you fired your weapon at the horde of cops that continued to try to get to the both of you. Your body armor was sparing you of the bleeding you would've had to endure if you didn't have it, but it still hurt regardless. "We're under heavy fire here!"

"БЛИН- I KNOW!" The Russian cursed loudly, also trying to fend off the swarms of cops. Wave after wave, they just kept coming. It was like there was no break to it. You were starting to get exhausted and your armor was starting to deteriorate under its constant abuse, struggling to reload fast enough to be able to continue shooting cops down. You whipped around to face Sokol, but you could only catch the faint image of him grabbing you by the wrist and running through a doorway.

It was a blur, especially with how fast he was running, but soon you finally processed that you two were in a locker room. You could hear the heavy boots of the various cops stampeding their way down the stairs. Within a matter of seconds, you found yourself and the Russian heister now stuffed into a locker, the both of you dead quiet as you two waited for the cops to pass.

It felt like forever until you heard the footsteps of those pesky cops started to fade away, in which you finally managed to take a deep breath before finally leaning against the wall a little more. You looked up at Sokol within the dark confines of the metal locker you two had been stuffed in. It was only when you glanced to the side when you realized that he had both his hands firmly planted next to your head, effectively pinning you within the locker.

Blinking a few times, you focused your gaze back on him, realizing that his mask had been shoved out of its place, now showing a good portion of his face. You could see his platinum eyes glinting at you with an almost feral intent, his hair scattered and no longer its in slicked back state. From what you could see with the little light provided, his sweat-coated face was dusted pink, his jaw hanging slightly as be panted harshly.

"You know..." He started, his voice low as if he were growling, bringing his left hand away from your head only to rip his mask off, as well as yours. He proceeded to grip your chin and pull you close, nearly closing the gap between your lips and his. "The drill has quite a long time before it's done, no?"

You could feel the heat rushing to your face and down to your crotch because of his behavior, letting out a small whimper as he left a soft kiss on your lips. The hardness in his pants was pressed against your thigh, his hips moving ever so slightly and bringing friction between the two surfaces. Sokol leaned into your ear, nibbling at your earlobe gently before purring:

"Why don't we... pass the time... милый?"

Jacket

Jacket wasn't very fond of stealth, and neither were you. Of course, Bain made the two of you go on this heist anyway. Why? Who knows, and you honestly couldn't care less. You just wanted to get the heist over and done with.

The two of you were infiltrating the GenSec arena, in which there was vault that was in need of cracking. There was a concert going on for a musician going by the name 'Alesso'. The music was bumping from the stage itself, so loud that the two of you could hear it whilst in the halls behind the concessions.

You had to find the C4 that was marked in some of the storage closets, said closets being marked with a red X. However, what the two of you didn't know was that there were going to be a few guards patrolling this area. You currently had some of your lockpicking equipment out, desperately trying to get the reinforced door open. You could feel Jacket nudging at you, knowing that there was a guard nearly.

Just before the guard could even get a proper glance of the two of you, you managed to get the storage closet open, soon getting pushed inside by Jacket as faster than a lightning bolt. He quickly kicked the door closed, hearing the lock you had just picked click as the metal door slammed shut.

"That..." You breathed, your chest rising and falling harshly as you found yourself staring into the beady eyes of Jacket's mask. "That was close...huh?"

You attempted to push yourself up, only to realize that Jacket had both of your wrists pinned to the cold concrete floor. Letting out a quick chuckle as to try and make the situation a little less awkward, you attempted to get up once more.

"J-Jacket...? I think- I think we're safe now-" It only took a few seconds before you found both your mask and Jacket's thrown to the side, the lack of his mask now revealing his reddened face and almost feral expression. His eyes stared into yours with a feverish yet lucid glow, his face starting to inch closer and closer to yours. "Jacket what are you-"

You were cut off as he rammed his chapped lips against your own, his kiss animalistic and rough in nature. It was only after he pulled away when he realized what he did, his grip weakening and his eyes widening. Jacket was about to reach for his tape recorder, but you stopped him, your voice weak but words clear as day:

"K-keep going~"

Dozer

"Damn it, FALL BACK! NOW!" You could hear Captain Winters screaming the demand into the radio, causing you to nearly panic, more so that you already are. You knew the Payday gang would put up a fight, but if Captain Winters himself was telling units to fall back, then you know something was wrong. You glanced up at your fellow colleague, a Skulldozer that you were good friends with, who was just shooting down an unfortunately no longer fellow cop. You would be gloomy about the fact, but you had no time for that, as the two of you were on the fourth floor and in immediate danger.

You were just about to whisper to him about the Captain's demands, but when you felt a bullet just barely graze your armor, your attention was pulled away. You focused your gaze in front of you, now seeing one of the masked criminals with a submachine gun slowly approaching you. Your face paled upon the sight, now frantically looking for a way out. You caught a glance of what the Dozer was facing, and much to your dismay, you found that the both of you were being closed in on by two of the clown-faced criminals.

Squeezing your eyes shut and ready to accept your fate, you were pulled out of your trance of fear, as well as being pulled out of the hall the two of you were in and into a room. It was only a matter of seconds before you realized that the Skulldozer had pulled you into a room nearby, holding you closely by the waist as he looked around for a hiding spot.

Just as the door to the room was kicked open by one of the gang members, you two had just barely managed to squeeze yourselves into a closet, holding your breaths and praying that he would leave soon. Luckily, upon scanning the room, the criminal backed out of the place, giving you the opportunity to gasp for air.

"Oh thank god-" You managed to say inbetween gasps. You pulled the mask obscuring your face down, revealing your pink-tinted cheeks and slightly ajar mouth. "God- all this can really work up someone's heat, huh?"

"Hehe...yeah.." Dozer responded quietly to you, in which you found oddly concerning. It was clear how draining the situation was, but usually he'd have some sort of witty remark or joke to respond to you with, but he seemed a bit sluggish this time around.

"Hey...are you okay?" You hummed, reaching your gloved hand out to the Dozer. He seemed to back away just a little bit upon your approach, causing you to retract your hand instead. "Do you need be to get Winters to call an extraction team? I can-"

"I-it's really hot in here..." He whimpered out, his legs trembling within his heavy armor. You were about to ask if he needed any help taking his armor or anything off, but you were cut off by his voice as well as your flustered response to it: "Or maybe you're just heating up the room~?"

"I- y-you-" Your face was nearly as red as your uniform, your nervous stuttering eliciting a chuckle from the Dozer that was pressed up against you.

"Y'know..." Dozer hummed, flipping his face plate up so you could see his lustful expression through the glass of his helmet, his other hand pressed against the wall next to your head as he purred:

"Maybe we can have some fun while we're still here~"

[hunterwritesstuff]

Could I get a Yan sokol x masc reader who’s insecure headcanons if that’s okay!

Of course you can! :D

Sokol is a little confused!

He's very confident in himself, so your insecurity confuses him a bit.

He does his best to help you out, calling you masculine nicknames, assuring you you're good enough, things like that!

If he finds out you're feeling this way due to other people, heaven help those who instilled this feeling in you.

He will find them.

And he will make their lives a living Hell.

He makes sure to get rid of any insecurities you have as best he can!

He treats you like royalty as best he can! Only the best for the best, after all!

If you're uncomfortable with mirrors, he sees if he can remove all mirrors around the portions of the safehouse you go into!

He makes sure you feel comfortable and loved in any way needed!

hope you enjoy! :D

[karenlacorte]

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[paydayximagines]

sokol takes s/o out on an ice skating rink date and s/o is absolutely terrible at ice skating? pls

The Art of Skating-Sokol x Reader

{hey y’all!! if you wanna be on my taglist please ask! this is kinda short but I hope you enjoy regardless.}

“You’ve never been ice skating?” Sokol asked, looking at his partner with such surprise. The two were having a day off at the safe house, others were out heisting or off God knows where. 

“Not exactly,” (Y/N) replied, rubbing the back of their neck a tad bit nervously, “My parents never took me to an ice rink when I was a kid so I guess I really didn’t get that chance.” Sokol shook his head, putting his hand on his head dramatically at the thought of them not ice skating before. “This cannot stand!” Sokol exclaimed, standing up from his seat and outstretching his hand to (Y/N).

“You. Me. Ice rink. Now.”

“What? What if the gang-”

“Nope, none of that. We’re going. This requires full attention.”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes and chuckled. As much as they worried on whether Bain or the Payday gang needed them, Sokol was persistent on teaching them how to ice skate. They didn’t really see it as a big deal, though they had to do it for Sokol. (Y/N) took Sokol’s hand and he lifted them from their seat and out the door.

—–

Sokol had taken (Y/N) to a local ice rink in DC. It wasn’t as nice as Sokol would’ve liked it but, it would do for their first time. Once the two of them were set on ice skates they set out. Though (Y/N) didn’t step out initially, they stared off at the small rink while Sokol skated around. He made it look so easy.

Sokol skated over to them, raising an eyebrow at them.“C’mon don’t tell me you’re scared.” Sokol teased. (Y/N) rolled their eyes and playfully pushed Sokol. “I’d rather not go out and trip thank you very much.” (Y/N) quipped back. Sokol chuckled and took their hands and gently took them out to the rink. “Then let me teach you.”

(Y/N) smiled, a light blush on their face as he helped them skate around the rink slowly. “It’s just like walking really,” Sokol spoke softly, “You’ll get the hang of it I promise.” (Y/N) lightly chuckled as they made their first round around the rink. They only stumbled slightly luckily. Though the second round they nearly fell on their face. Sokol quickly caught them, holding them in his arms and holding them close. He laughed as he led them toward a wall to lean against, still holding them close to his chest. (Y/N) lightly blushed, burying their face in his chest. 

“You’re doing good so far love,” Sokol cheerfully said, looking down at his lover, “You’ve barely stumbled.” (Y/N) chuckled nervously, pulling away for a moment to look up at Sokol. “Guess you could call me a natural.” (Y/N) replied with a wink, earning a soft chuckle from Sokol. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on their forehead. (Y/N) leaned in to his touch, a small smile forming on their lips. 

“You didn’t have to do this, Sokol.”

“I didn’t have to. I just, felt like you deserve to experience something like this y’know?”

(Y/N) leaned against his chest and hummed contently. They were glad he thought that way, wanting to do something nice for them like this. It just made them love him even more.

“Now,” Sokol spoke, pulling away and holding on to the side of (Y/N)’s arms, “Ready to continue to learn the art of skating?”

[thebadgerclan]

Genuine

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: For the first time, his feelings are genuine...

Everyone knew that Prince Nikolai was a flirt.  There wasn’t a woman at court he hadn’t kissed the hand of, hadn’t complimented their appearance or their gown, hadn’t made empty promises to.  So when you arrived at court, you knew to expect the Prince’s attention.  But you’d never seen the Prince before, so you were stunned to discover just how handsome he was.  When you entered the throne room, Nikolai’s gaze was immediately on you, watching as you walked gracefully and curtsied to his parents.

“Your Highness,” you greeted, curtsying deeply when the Prince approached you.  “It is an honor to make your acquaintance.”  Nikolai took your hand and pressed a kiss to it, looking at you through his lashes.  “I assure you, the honor is mine, Lady….?”  “Lady Y/N L/N, Baron L/N’s daughter.”  “Ahh, I see.  Your family oversees the Sokol River valley, do you not?”  You smiled, taking his offered arm and making a lap around the room.

“I would love to spend some more time there,” the Prince said, his hand resting on your arm where it was linked through his.  “I hear it is beautiful, but nowhere near as beautiful as you.”  You felt your cheeks heat, and you looked to the floor.  “You flatter me, Your Highness.”  “I do no such thing,” Nikolai said.  “I assure you, My Lady, I would need to do much more to flatter you.  Might I interest you in a walk around the grounds tomorrow afternoon?”

And that was how it started.  The Prince showed quite an interest in you, more so than he had any other lady of court.  That wasn’t to say his flirtatious and teasing nature had vanished, in fact, it had done the opposite.  Nikolai was constantly making teasing, flirtatious jokes that made you blush and avert your gaze.  The ladies who had been the object of the Prince’s interest before saw it immediately: he was interested in you.  Seriously interested; not as a fling, but as a true courtship.

Either the Prince had yet to realize his true feelings, or he was playing the long game, drawing you in before confessing.  But to you, it felt like he was playing with his food.  You’d fallen for him, and you couldn’t imagine Prince Nikolai feeling the same for you.  He was a prince, and you were the daughter of a lesser noble, barely a month into your life at court.  There was no way that Nikolai Lantsov held the same feelings for you that you held for him.

Which made his jokes and teases all the more unbearable.  When Nikolai would tell you that you were “more beautiful than any painting” when you toured the portrait gallery, when he would whisper in your ear how he wished he was anywhere else than at court, when he would kiss your hand, his lips lingering just a second too long, it made you want to cry.  It all came to a head on one of your walks around the gardens, the Prince’s arm in yours.

“This is my favorite place in the capital,” he said.  “It’s peaceful.  Quiet.  Beautiful.  I’ve had the privilege of traveling all over the world, but I’ve never seen anything quite like the Palace Gardens.  Well, perhaps–”  “Enough!” you said, pulling yourself away from the Prince.  “Enough.”  “Have I done something?” Nikolai asked, genuine concern on his face.  “Lady Y/N, I–”  “I can’t do this anymore, Nikolai,” you said, bringing your hands to your hair.  “I can’t keep being the butt of your jokes.”

The Prince stepped closer, and you stepped back.  “You flirt, you tease, you make me feel like we could have a chance when I know that can never happen.  So I can’t do this, Nikolai.  I can’t keep doing this to myself.”  You turned and began to walk away, but Nikolai grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to look at him.  “That has never been my intention,” he said.  “All I have ever wanted is to be with you, Y/N.  Because I feel the same as you do.”

You shook your head, and the Prince nodded.  “Yes, I do.  Y/N, I know I have a reputation, but I swear to you that these feelings are genuine.  I want to get to know you, Y/N, I want you to get to know me.  And maybe…maybe we could be something.”  You furrowed a brow.  “Something?  What do you mean by that, Your Highness?”  Your voice had taken on a teasing note, and Nikolai smiled.  “Something as in my intended, my fiance, my bride.  Whatever strikes your fancy.”

You smiled, and Nikolai took your hands in his.  “So?  What do you say?”  Your smile widened, and the Prince did the same.  “Well, I suppose you’re worth a shot.”  Nikolai pressed a kiss to your cheek, and you continued your walk, his arm around your shoulders rather than linked with yours.  No one was surprised when there was a royal engagement just three months later.

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IT IS I , THE RESIDENT DATING SIM MAKER !!

ahem- can i get a sokol x gn!reader oneshot [or hcs if you prefer] where the reader is a stubborn little fuck who gets flustered easily but denies it ? a tsundere basically

could we also get it spicy as well ? i read ur sokol hcs and went 👁👁

literally just spicy Sokol HCs (Sokol with an easily flustered but stubborn S/O)

These will 100% be shorter than normal, mainly because i have no motivation or ideas rn, sorry Crispy-

Sokol thinks how flustered you get is super cute

He bites at your neck and shoulders a lot

He'll tug at the necktie or choker to bring you closer to fluster you

Sokol laughs every time you get flustered by anything he does, He finds it so funny

He often will flirt with you just to see your face get red

Sokol likes getting in your face just to fuck with you

He'll growl in your ear, in English or Russian, cuz he knows it fucks with you

He often leaves bite marks on the base of your neck or shoulders, in places he know he knows they won't be seen

He likes pulling you into his lap and biting at your collarbone

He always smirks and says "yeah sure" every time you deny being flustered

if he feels like it, he'll pin you against the wall, and just, smirk at you, before walking off, leaving you flustered and confused behind him

[thelocalbozo]

Right Word Choice Sokol x Reader

hii this is a part 2 to my first Sokol x Reader "Bad Word Choice" it may make more sense if you read part 1 first, anyways- buh bye now

For the next week Sokol tried to get close to apologies to you, however anytime he entered the room you were in you would leave immediately regardless of any conversation you may have been in. The others quickly caught on to the sudden switch, they did not know what exactly went on during the heist, just that you all were ambushed, Jacket had been the only one to hear the words yelled at you that day. Everyone had noticed Jacket’s demeanor became much more hostile towards Sokol in the weeks leading up to your arrival, but thought nothing of it due to their near constant fighting before the events unfolded. But some of them aka Dallas and Wolf put two and two together and figured out that something happened on the heist, between you and Sokol and Jacket was taking your side on whatever happened. Wolf enter your area of the safe house.

“Hey if you don’t mind my asking, what’s going on with you and Sokol? Did something happen on the heist?” Wolf looked at you concerned, tilting his head slightly, leaning on the doorframe. You sigh.

“Honestly Wolf, yes something happened, and if you want more detail go ask him.” Your voice laced with venom remembering the event clear as day. Wolf’s face scrunched a bit, then softened slightly. 

“[H/N] I want to help, Dallas and I can see you’re both hurting. But if you don’t want to talk right now I can understand that.” Wolf said softly, before standing up straight and walking away, you heard him sigh. You rolled your eyes going back to doing whatever you were doing. It was a few hours later when you realized the time, it was nearly 12 am, you decided that you would just stay at the safe house, before standing and turning to the door, to go get food from the safe house kitchen. When you turned, you saw none other than Sokol standing in the doorway, blocking the exit, a look of sadness on his face.

“Listen-”

“Why don’t you leave me alone? I want nothing to do with you, you’ve made it more than clear that I mean nothing to you…” You look away, choked up, teary eyed.

“No no no, you mean the world to me, I- I said the wrong thing, I was- it was not okay, I’m so so sorry, I- Это было худшее, что я могла сказать- я так сильно тебя люблю, и мысль о том, что я потеряю тебя, причиняет мне такую боль.” He started tearing up, trying to gather his thoughts, and switching to Russian in the process. 

“What.?” Is all you said.

“I’m sorry, It was the worst thing I could say, I love you so much and the thought of losing you hurts me so much.” He looked at you, tears streaming down his face now.

“It- It scares me so much and I know I hurt you so much with those words, I do not expect forgiveness. But I do want to fix what I’ve done, I want- I want to stop the hurt I caused.” His voice cracked as he continued, his accent thick with remorse. Sokol continued looking at you hoping you would look his way. Eventually you did look back at him, meeting his sad gaze, sighing mildly, now you were also crying softly. Sokol held your eye contact awaiting your response. 

“I’m- I’m not sure what to say to you, you hurt me to an extreme amount, I- I” You broke down, nearly falling, not before Sokol caught you and held you close, you try to shove him off but that made him hold you tighter, you cry harder wrapping your arms around his middle, not knowing what else to do, he cried as well resting his head on yours, you could hear him sniffling and hiccuping, crying was not something he did often, if ever, especially in front of people, but after weeks of crying because of the guilt, all he wanted was to be with you, he didn’t care if he was crying or not. You pulled back a small amount.

“I- you, I- I can’t forgive you.” Your voice broke. 

“I know you can’t, so let me make it up to you…” He looked at you, “I just want to make it up to you.”

[i-willstealyourtoes]

HI HI HIIIIII! ok so I saw requests were open and wanted to send in something that's been on my mind

So Bain, Houston, Sokol, and Dallas with a really quiet, shy, and sensitive S/O who dresses super cute??? Like cuz me, fem or GN, it's up to you

Byeeee ily/p your writing is amazing and it makes me feel fuzzy and happy

Shiiiii I got u Finn I got u

Bain, Houston, Sokol and Dallas with shy/cute/sensitive (fem) s/o

Bain

- Bro is in love

- Bro wants you 24/7

- You know how people have a comfort plushie that they hug?

- Yeah, you're his comfort plushie

- Your soft clothing is just an open invite to him

- Whenever he feels really stressed he'll either touch you (hugs, kisses, hand-holding) or just seeing your smile

- You can tell because you'll just be chilling at his when he just rests on you and hugs you from behind with a sigh/groan

- He really likes to just wrap his arms around your waist

- Your kisses are the equivalent of coffee for him

- He gets motivated and happy once you give him any sort of physical affection

- Actually scratch that, you could just say hi and he'd probably be happy with that

- Actually scratch that again, he just needs to see your cute little outfit and just

- UGHHHH he thinks you're so pretty fr

- I think since he's so used to violence, crimes and loneliness, having you as a girlfriend was a big change (/pos)

- At first he would be super awkward and wouldn't be clingy

- After a while, he definitely isn't scared to show his more affectionate side

- Why should he be scared to show how much he loves his pretty little girlfriend????

Houston

- Same with Bain, he just adores you so much

- He is constantly fighting the urge to pick you up by the waist and spin around and just hear you giggle

- It's a losing battle 😔🙏

- He will probably pick you up at least once a week

- He'll also keep a hand around your waist because your just,,,, so cute

- He's so happy to have such a cute girlfriend <333

- Will always brag about you

- 'Yeah, well is your girlfriend as cute as mines??? Oh, right... you don't have one.'

- In bed he will just constantly cling to you and compliment you

- Like you would be talking about cleaning a dead body and he'd be like 'You're so cute....'

- It may be more of a curse than a blessing if you're trying to be cool-

- Maybe gets a little jealous

- Okay maybe gets very jealous

- If anyone tries to flirt with you, he'll probably have to hold back on punching them straight up

Sokol

- Will buy you anything in the shops fr

- You don't even need to ask

- If you even look and smile at it, he will buy it

- Actually, you don't even need to be there

- He'll probably see something cute and just go 'My girlfriend would look so cute in this' and immediately buy it without asking you

- When you first started dating, he'd probably ask beforehand, but as time goes on he just buys it

- Every time he goes shopping, just expect him to come back with something for you

- 'I saw this and thought of you. It's cute, no? Like you, hehe-'

- Other than that, expect him to always have an arm around you or something

- If you're wearing a short skirt expect him to have a hand on your thigh

- (Not in a sexual way inherently)

- He likes showing people that your his cute girlfriend

- It fills him with pride :)

- Also it's so he can keep you safe

- He knows you can protect yourself in public (heister or not), but he just

- He can't help himself he just needs to protect

- Will glare at anyone who looks at you too long

Dallas

- Will constantly shower you with compliments :)

- They're always so genuine too ‼️‼️

- 'You're looking cute as always, (Y/n)."

- Whether you're wearing an elaborate outfit or a basic one, he'll still find a way to fluster you

- If you guys are in private, he'll probably just put his arms around you and hug from behind

- Probably bury his head in your neck and leave little kisses :>

- 'You're so pretty today....You always are, my love.'

- (Got me kicking my feet and giggling over this)

- If you can defend yourself really well he's even more in love fr

- His cute but feisty gf omg

- If you give him the puppy eyes he would probably do anything for you

- Will pick you up and swing you around if you like it

- If you do, expect him to do it whenever it's just you two

- If he isn't tired or anything, he'll probably pick you up and spin you around, calling you his wife or smth

- If he's losing motivation during a heist, he'll just think about you and your cute face

- He may or may not keep a photo of you in like, his pocket or something

[crispy-bonnie]

Out of Line - SOKOL X READER

revamp of 'stay down' ! this one is based off of the song 'not a second to waste' by a rocket to the moon . thanks @thelocalbozo for the inspiration , now S U F F E R any directly pulled lyrics will be colored in yellow . any lyrics that are only referenced will be in orange .

The battle was intense. Corpses of law enforcers littered the casino’s velvet carpets, their blood staining the already red surface. The four thieves kept the cops at bay, gunning down anyone who dared to even look at the enlarged circle cutter with any sort of intent.

You were battling just as fiercely, your body peppered with gun wounds as if you were a piece of Swiss cheese. To your misfortune, you had lost quite a lot of blood, and you had no clue how long you’d last.

That question was quickly answered, the feeling of a sudden voltage shooting throughout your back. The sensation stung harsher than a bee’s prick; you could barely keep standing as you made an attempt to turn and meet eyes with the unit that had incapacitated you.

Just as your eyes met his visor, your legs gave out on you, causing you to collapse to the ground with a thud. Your vision was blurry and you could feel yourself blinking in and out of consciousness. The faint sounds of footsteps thumping towards you managed to pull you into somewhat of a conscience state, soon feeling two fingers firmly pressing against the artery in your neck as the person in question checked for your ever so fading pulse.

It wasn’t long before you were hit with a second wind, the feeling of a needle pinching a part of your body and adrenaline pumping into your veins now apparent. This effect only lasted for a mere few seconds however, as you could hear the faint sounds of your Russian boyfriend, Sokol, speaking to you.

“I barely recognized you; you’re fucked up! Now, next time you’re downed, do us all a favor: stay down.”

It was these words that made your heart sink, your body suddenly starting to disagree with the adrenaline that had been shot into your veins. It wasn’t long before you found yourself standing up, now torching cops once more. However, the words of your partner lingered in your mind as your efforts to fend the police off started to falter. With what Sokol said, you now felt that you were just wasting your time.

Your once itchy trigger finger came to an idle state, your once lively form starting to slow as you succumbed to the gunfire of the cops. You could barely think straight, your mind obscured as if there were blinds shut over your window of clarity. Your mind had been so blurred that you didn’t even register that you were once more on the ground again, now bound by a pair of handcuffs as your eyes came to a close, your thoughts still lingering on Sokol’s harsh words. All seemed to fade, unable to register Bain’s shouts, Sokol’s frantic screaming, and even the gunfire.

“[H/N] is in police custody! Either find a hostage or proceed with the objective. No time to waste now!”

. . . . .

To your misfortune, you didn’t have an opportunity to return to the heist, now locked up in a cell as you recounted the previous events. As much as you wanted to plead or be frustrated that you were even in prison in the first place, your heart couldn’t help but continue to cling onto the words of Sokol. Had he really meant those words? Did he really find you as a nuisance?

You knew that now wasn’t the time to be thinking about this, but it was the only thing that plagued your mind over your temporary incarceration. At least you stayed down like he told you to…

…right?

Sokol hadn’t only been feeling off, but he’d been acting off as well. During the week that you had spent in that prison, he was also recounting the events. At first, he was confused; you were strong! You were a fighter! How come you had just given up during that heist?

It was only halfway into your sentence did he finally figure out why your efforts had declined last minute, anger and shame now plaguing him. How could he say that to his beloved? He was out of line, a fool for daring to use those harsh words as he attempted to bring you back to your feet.

During the time you were away, he found himself sitting at his hockey rink, wishing he could turn back the clock and try again. Sokol spent hours working on his words, even crying himself to sleep at night as he desperately tried to think of a way that he could’ve prevented all this. Next time, he vowed, next time he wouldn’t be such an idiot and say those things to you.

Sokol did his best to patiently wait, but that patience was starting to run thin. His behavior once more became unstable, now lashing out at anyone and everyone who tried to talk to him or bring up what had happened. Cussing, screaming, even throwing punches. All of this anger now found its way out, yet the anger wasn’t because of the others, but rather himself. He was so enraged by himself, feeling awful over the fact that he had lied to your face like that.

A week had passed and Bain managed to come to a deal with law enforcement, now on your way to the safe house with Houston as your driver. The ride was quiet, your gaze fixated on the passing scenery as your mind thought about what you would do when you got back. You were still upset at Sokol, and you didn’t know if you would get over it until he gave you a proper apology.

Your mind had been so occupied that you hadn’t even registered that the van had pulled into the safe house garage until you heard the engine come to a stop. Your eyes fluttered as you it clicked, now finding yourself climbing out of the van to be greeted by a very happy Sydney.

All the other heisters had greeted you too. Some were sweet, others were neutral or careless due to the fact that it was a usual occurrence for fellow heisters to go into custody. It felt nice to know that they had your back, but this moment of joy would be cut short.

You were heading into the commons room when Sokol ascended from the basement, his puffy and red eyes soon locking with yours. It hurt to see him in such a state, his hair astray and his suit wrinkled and disheveled. As much as you wanted to sing your relief to see him again, your heart was still occupied by the events that had put you in prison in the first place.

“ангел…” The nickname fell from his quivering lips as he made his way towards you, soon stopping just a few feet away from you. You gave him a cold stare, holding back any urge to hug him or say something sweet. “Are you okay..?”

“I’m fine,” You said, venom dripping from your words as he attempted to take a step closer to you. In response to your harsh tone, he only took a step back, his eyes widening slightly at your behavior. However, he knew that this was coming. After all, it was his fault you had been locked up in the first place.

“ангел, please,” He choked back any sobs that threatened to spill from his throat, his hand reaching out for you. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to say that to you…”

“And yet you did,” You spat back as your arms now folded across your chest firmly, your gaze unmoving as he tried to reason with you. He once more reached out for you, hoping to hold you for at least a moment, but he was met with the disappointment of you backing up. “Some bold words to say to your lover, Sergei.”

Sokol nearly flinched as you referred to him by his true name, tears obscuring his vision once more as his gaze fell to the floor. “Please… let’s try this again, okay? I’ll get it this time… I’ve learned my lesson…” His voice was shaky, he looked and sounded as if he could crumble to the floor at any given moment.

“Try what again? Telling me to just give up?” The words hissed by you hit him harshly once more, feeling as if he were punched in the gut just by hearing the things you were speaking to him. He knew it was karma, but it still hurt regardless. “What’s there to try again?”

As you proceeded to walk past him, his eyes widened as he tried to go after you, pleading as you made your way down to the basement. He wanted to follow, but he felt as if he were glued to the very place he was standing, unsure if he should leave you alone or try to reason with you. “ангел! Please listen! I- I couldn’t- My hands were full, I couldn’t think properly! I didn’t mean it-!”

You didn’t even spare him a glance, letting his cries fade away as you descended into the basement to retreat to your little corner of the safe house. You had much better things to do than deal with him rather than waste your time and breath to talk it out with him.

Now’s not the time for that.