#Vadim Bobrov

[boxbrained]

who up caring about fallout 4 npcs that nobody else likes (last pic is a transfem headcanon. estrogen and a blunt would've solved travis' problems)

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[atonalginger]

Through Plasma and Flames, update #22

We're back with Preston this time as he reaches Diamond city with Chloe and Giddy to see what has Yefim so worked up. He's not sure what he can do but he won't sit around while a dear friend panics.

Chapter 22 is now live on ao3 and you can locate it here!

To start all the way at the beginning you can click here.

and as always a sneak peek under a read more:

“Get back!” Yefim shouted, his voice cracking and the metal bed frame scratching the wall, “Help!”  

“Giddy, back!” Preston stuffed his fears down and marched over to the doorway. She was standing right at the edge the bed with her head rested on the mattress staring sweetly at Yefim with her stub of a tail wagging happily. Yefim was now up, his back against the wall, staring wide eyed at the hound. Preston sighed and gave her hind quarters a firm pat, “get back, you’re spooking him.”  

“She’s yours?” Yefim looked at him, “is this the hound Vadim talked about?”  

“Yup, this is Giddy,” Preston gestured at the hound with a sympathetic smile, “She has decided her job is to take care of those she’s decided can’t take care of themselves.”  

Giddy’s tail wagged harder and she sniffed at Yefim.  

“It’s a super mutant.” He said flatly.  

“She’s tame,” Preston stepped into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, “aren’t you, girl?”  

Giddy wiggled her whole body, drool dangling from her jowls as she panted and danced on the floor. Yefim seemed to relax a little and pulled himself over to sit behind Preston, keeping the Minuteman between him and the hound for now.  

“Rudy and Scarlett told us about the guy that’s been haunting the Dugout,” Preston turned his body to better look at his friend, “What sort of questions was he asking, other than where your brother was?”  

“When he’d be back, why he left, if he planned on staying, why he worked with the General, What he did around the Dugout…”Yefim took a ragged breath and hugged himself, “Rudy came around the counter with the swatter after that and the guy left without a word. I didn’t answer his questions. I kept repeating that it wasn’t his business.”  

Not good, “you did well.”  

“You need to radio Dawn and tell her to keep Vadim away,” Yefim shook his head as tears started to form, “I don’t want that guy nabbing him. Please, tell them to stay away.”  

“You realize I have less control over those two than I do with her?” Preston pointed at Giddy, “telling Vadim to stay away will guarantee he comes back.”  

“I can’t…they can’t…” Yefim started sobbing, “I can’t lose my brother, Preston. They’ll take him and replace him with some copy and I can’t…”  

Preston wrapped his arms around Yefim and pulled him close. His friend’s tears fell into his scarf and coat lapel, his sobs muffled by the soft fabrics. Giddy sidestepped closer, her big head on Preston’s lap to get as close to Yefim as she could. She whimpered in solidarity, her tail moving slow as she watched him.

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Vadim Bobrov - Kiosk On the Corner (1950s)

[elistilldoodles]

[harlstiel]

Doing the Confidence Man quest in Fallout and I see Travis wasted no time...

After I got the whole "Vadim was kidnapped" speech by Yefim, I went to Talk to Travis. After I talked to him, I turned to leave and I shit you not, Scarlett was getting out of his bed.

Good for him. Go Travis. Woo. Bit awkward though.

[slocum-dodson]

The Dugout Inn

After knocking Moe out, I wandered in a drunken haze. Flinginging my powerful body into the Inn owned by those two Russians.

This smiling son of a bitch saw my bloodied knuckles and still tried to sell me booze...It worked and I found myself positively dripping with the stuff.

Naturally, I threw away my suit as it weighed me down. I picked up a chef's hat because it gave me the confidence I needed at the moment. I also mistook one of the brothers for the other. The one who doesn't smile was unfortunately the victim of my rage. For that I am sorry.

Raw displays of masculinity were witnessed by the people of Diamond City. Displays are only exemplified by myself and the being known as Moe Cronin.

The Dugout Inn witnessed my animal magnetism. My explosive charisma.

I spotted a nerd hiding behind the bar and the potted plant so naturally, my rage was thoroughly aroused.

This was a lesson that needed to be taught. Taught by a man who can shrug off heavy fire from a super mutant. This nerd had inadvertently stepped into the kitchen and as a man who knows a thing or two about doughnuts, I felt it best to show him the steps.

[callmewisteria]

Something Questioned (At The Precipice Of Something New XL)

Upon their arrival to investigate Vault 81, Sturges and Hancock are sent through the wall into the hidden Vault and find something even stranger than they had expected? The Institute Directorate, disquieted by the way Father handled the incident at Greentech Genetics, begin to question if what happened at Greentech was really an accident? Alongside the General of the Minutemen, Nick Valentine and Ellie Perkins speak with his former colleague, Kenji Nakano, to get a grip on how best to get his daughter home safe from Far Harbour? Paladin Danse, Scribe Haylen, and Knight Rhys arrive at the Castle and have a stand off with its commanding officer, Colonel Ronnie Shaw of the Commonwealth Minutemen? A night at the Dugout Inn with Piper, MacCready, and Cait leads Nora to a revelation?

1/3 of the story through, 350.000+ words in. Read it on AO3, ff.net, and/or wattpad!!!

[goodneighbours-resident-charmer]

Is anyone interested in the timeline I made for the Bobrov brothers after way over-analyzing Vadim’s interaction with MacCready? It’s more sequence of events than actual dates (and took some liberties with assumptions), but that is something I have stashed in my notes app.

[callmewisteria]

we fucking stan Vadim and Yefim

How about a Bobrov brother to sketch?

No queue so this is very fresh, and also its almost 7 am lmao.

During my playthrough with Ruby, I really fell in love with this character, He is always there, serving the best vodka, and smiling and cheering no matter what you do.

Kofi II Patreon II others

[atonalginger]

on the jukebox at the Dugout Inn

🎶How lucky can one guy be? I kissed her and she kissed me. Like the fella once said, "Ain't that a kick in the head?"

The room was completely black. I hugged her and she hugged back. Like the sailor said, quote, "Ain't that a hole in the boat?"

My head keeps spinning. I go to sleep and keep grinning. If this is just the beginning, My life is gonna be beautiful.

I've got sunshine enough to spread. It's just like the fella said, "Tell me quick: ain't love a kick in the head?"🎶

--Kick in the Head by Dean Martin

At some point, after the first story arc has played out, Vadim will get to take Dawn back to the Dugout Inn for some R&R and a night of dancing will absolutely be on the docket.

[ghoul-foolery]

Flufftober, Day 19

Voice Kink / Jealousy

Prompt List - Kink/Flufftober Master List

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> Jealousy > Nora/Hancock >Tags: Jealousy, self disparaging thoughts > Words: 1610

Note: An excerpt from my Rad-X gift exchange entry - Best-laid Plans

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Nora was laughing. 

Fuck, he loved it when she laughed. 

Not the polite laugh she would use when she was around acquaintances and strangers, where she would hide her perfect smile in the palm of her hand. Not the one where she kept tight control over her mirth, and toned herself down for the people around her. Hancock loved it when Nora laughed. The kind that bubbled up like soda pop, and left her with so much enthusiastic force that she had to tilt her head back, close her eyes and just let it go. She was something else when she let herself be raw, free, and in the moment. It was a rarity though. Nora was usually so mindful, and overly concerned with what others thought. Which was why Hancock took such great joy in making Nora feel at ease enough to relax, laugh, and be herself. 

Sometimes all it took was a well timed quip, or the right sort of morbid humor. Sometimes it took seclusion, solitude; him and her and absolutely no one else. Other times it took fortified walls, a safe place to rest, and a couple of stiff drinks. No matter the circumstances, Hancock rather fancied the idea that those precious moments were for him, and him alone. Dark hair framing her face, brilliant eyes blazing… 

He had earned that trust. He had earned that sweet authenticity 

This time all it took was Vadim Bobrov recounting a (very made up) story about fighting a mirelurk buck-ass naked, and Hancock realized he did not like that. Like, at-fucking-all. Hancock didn’t like the way that Vadim’s voice lowered, and his accent thickened, as he leaned in close and dished dirty details and skunky beer. And he didn’t like the way Vadim placed his big (soft, smooth, unscarred, normal) hand on Nora’s arm. And he absolutely loathed the way his (fucking stupid) story got more and more ridiculous every time Nora let out a fresh peel of laughter and goddamn she was laughing a lot. 

Vadim rumbled about being naked, Nora let out a laugh, and Hancock would feel a surge of annoyance so visceral he grit his teeth…

Maybe he was just in a fucky mood though. 

When he had agreed to putting on a disguise for the sake of wandering around his old home, he hadn’t anticipated just how much it would chafe at his nerves. It burned in a way that made him want to hunt down his brother and beat the ever-loving shit out of him. When faced with the option of waiting around Nick’s place for him to return from wherever the hell he was, and going to a bar, Hancock had picked the bar. A stiff drink would ease some of the roiling tension, it would soothe the sharpened edges of his temper. He had hoped for a place with a bit of ambiance; maybe some windowless, dimly lit establishment where he could pull up the hood of his cowl and take off the stupid fucking mask so he could enjoy a drink and some jet – but noo the Dugout Inn was stupid-bright, and ridiculously empty and he couldn’t even chance having a cigarette let alone a drink and the stout smoothskin with the accent was making Nora laugh–

Nora laughing? Fucking incredible. Inject that shit into his veins and he could get high off of it. He’d happily accept it as a new addiction, as if it weren’t already. 

Vadim being the one to make her laugh, though? Vadim smiling and putting his hand over hers– mother fucker–

It was just a bad day. That was all. A fucky mood compounded by all the things. The issue lived somewhere in the space between having to be wrapped up like a mummy in order to freely wander through town, and having to be in the Bobrovs’ shitty bar where he couldn’t relax and have a drink because it was too damn bright and too damn empty and ghouls weren’t allowed in Diamond fucking City but they were there instead of being at home in his own bar where he could scoot in close and tell Nora his own embarrassing stories to make her laugh and blush and gasp– that was all. The issue was somewhere in there. He was most definitely not jealous. 

And he was definitely not so insecure that he was starting to wonder if maybe, perhaps, Nora preferred Diamond City and the Dugout Inn to Goodneighbor and the Third Rail.

And the muscles in his body most definitely did not relax when Vadim turned away from Nora in favor of grumbling at his radio.

“That poor Travis,” Vadim announced with a too heavy sigh. He shook his head like a disappointed father as the local DJ stumbled through some kind of radio announcement. “I am very surprised he is allowed to run the station, you know. The voice representing a place as magnificent as Diamond City should be a little more robust, don’t you think? A little more confident and in control…”

If he had to listen to Vadim Bobrov on the only radio station in the ‘wealth that provided halfway decent music, he’d shoot himself twice. There was no way he was listening to the guy’s stupid stories at long distance.

Hancock rolled his eyes under the absurd face mask he was forced to wear. It was some tricked out, wannabe-tactical thing that had reflective goggle eyes and enough curvature in the faceplate that it gave the illusion of a nose but didn’t allow him to eat or drink. Perhaps he should have requested that they just go back home to Goodneighbor instead of accepting the offering of a (lousy) Diamond City bar as they waited on Nick’s return. They could have left a message with Nick’s assistant and had the old synth make the trek to Goodneighbor, but Nora hadn’t given the option of going back to Goodneighbor… 

What did Diamond City have that Goodneighbor didn’t?

More people. More business. More opportunity. More the color green. Less burnt out druggies. 

It had a whole lot more racists though. More discrimination. More hate. More mud. And, like, 200% more Bobrov.

Hancock wondered how well they knew each other. Hancock wondered why Nora was just dishing out the good laughs so freely. His awful mood sank even further as his mind zeroed in on the possibility that maybe there was something between the two… 

“Hey, I think me and John can help with that.” Nora’s gently rasping voice saying his name yanked him from his restless thoughts. “Right, John?”

Just before they entered Diamond City, and immediately after he changed out of his Hancock regalia in favor of something that was far more casual and covered much more skin, Hancock had told Nora to call him by his first name. It was a common enough name that it wouldn’t stick out nearly as much as something like Hancock would. But he didn’t anticipate the way his stomach would flip and fill with fluttering butterflies whenever she said it. 

Nora was smiling. His breath fanned against the inside of the faceplate as he sighed.

“Yeah, doll,” he murmured almost immediately. “Of course we can.”

It didn’t matter what she asked, because the answer would be yes regardless. Smiling so sweet, saying his name – anything you want, sunshine. Name it. 

Nora had him intrigued the very moment she came staggering into Goodneighbor; bruised, beaten, blooded but still toting enough fight to spit in Finn’s face when he made an attempt to shake her down for caps. It all went spiraling out of control from there. After the No-Nose bullshit, she had sought him out to apologize in person. Instead of running from her mistakes, she went and faced them head-on. He liked that, he respected the fuck out of that because he would have left and never came back.  And he’d be damned if he didn’t fall for her then and there. Then she went out of her way to inform him when the Silver Shroud thing with Kent went sideways. 

It was a single solitary decision to go with Nora to save Kent that ended up changing his whole damn life. After saving Kent, he had asked to go with her on her travels and he had been at her side ever since. Falling deeper and deeper by the day, soaking up every ounce of time with her that he could despite… everything.

Vadim was talking. Hancock wasn’t processing his words – he couldn’t listen to the guy flirt anymore – but he seemed earnest, enthusiastic. He’d been enthusiastic since they came into the bar, and–

Hancock wasn’t jealous. 

Hancock wasn’t jealous because he had no right to be jealous. Nora was everything he could possibly want; he deserved none of her, and she deserved far better. Nora didn’t deserve to wake up to his ugly mug every morning. He wouldn’t wish that on anyone he cared for. And yet he was being selfish. He was the one that asked to tag along with her so he could bask in her presence and really get to know who she was. And he was the one that kept traveling with her, even as the feelings he tried to write off built and strengthened into something that could stand to really, really, hurt him when he finally got the courage to let her go. 

He would not give her up to Vadim, though. Vadim didn’t deserve Nora either. Did anyone though? Souring thoughts couldn’t help but acknowledge that Vadim probably deserved Nora far more than Hancock ever did. God, he was a selfish bastard.

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Alone. Again. (A Fallout OC Fic)

After a series of misadventures between the Commonwealth and Capital Wastes, an old Mojave courier finds himself alone at a bar. He had expected not to be but the man he hoped to make his companion had long departed Diamond City without so much as a goodbye. So now he sits at the Dugout Inn intent to try and dull his sorrows with alcohol lest he fall to older and harder habits. If only a distraction could come along to break him from his sorrows...

------------------------------------------------------------------------ Just a short story for my Courier Six OC, Elias Ables.

Featuring mentions of Rose from @meatgrinderminefield and an appearance from @elligatorrex's Daniel Carver.

Nothing explicit in this fic, but there are mentions of injuries and heavy drug use. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

“When I said to drown your sorrows, I did not mean it so literally!”

Elias' lowered his empty glass with a breathless huff. A hand going to stifle a cough as Bobrov's Best burnt through his senses. There was no point trying to explain to Vadim, the burly proprietor of the Dugout Inn, that ever since a gaggle of brains in floating jars had hot-swapped his insides it took a calculated effort to get just a meager buzz. Even if he tried, it would likely just get a laugh and a compliment for coming up with such a tale. He settles for a placating wave of the hand.

“It's fine... I'll be fine.”

“Normally, I not protest! But Yefim had been nagging away about oh Vadim it's so hard to carry drunks to bed. Though I do see his point not letting patrons drink to death. No repeat business from corpses, ha! Even worse! You say you are wallowing over Mel, yes? Tsk! Little robot tinkerer is not worth such emotions. Did not even pay tab before skipping town. Likely to wherever No-Nose went. I- ”

Elias wasn't sure what look crossed his face, but it must've been something severe to bring Vadim's chatter to a sudden halt. Having to bite back harsh thoughts while reminding himself the barkeep knew not what actually happened to Bobbi No-Nose. Shot down in her own safe house for her attempting to breach the Mayor of Goodneighbor's. Wherever Mel had decided to go, Elias wished it was somewhere safe... and that he had waited until they could've talked again. The sting of tears filling his lonely eye turning his vision to a swimming mess. Ah. That was probably what stopped him. A grown man crying was always an awkward sight.

Damn it all, Elias pressed a weathered palm to try to force away tears, maybe skip the alcohol, go straight back to the Med-X.

“This one on the house. For a man who has clearly traveled many hard roads.”

Noting the more solemn tone to Vadim's voice, Elias peered to see a fresh round being poured into his glass. He muttered a thanks to which the barkeep returned a nod before departing to the other end of the bar. His booming personality now turned on regulars who were more in the mood for such frivolity.

Idle fingers traced along the thick wraps he kept over his missing eye. Following the shape of jagged scar tissue that ran underneath it. An attempt to sate the prickling feeling underneath without picking into his skin. His thoughts drifting back to that of Med-X. Not his first time being clean. Probably not his last... Dr. Amari and Rose had insisted and he had been in no condition to refuse with everything that happened after the return from the Capital Wastes. It was doing more harm them helping, they said.

Would they still say that if they knew how much it all hurt? How everything hurt. Everything. From his head to his toes: Pain. The headache pulsing behind the twin ghostly divots in his forehead where Benny tried to blast out his brain. The chafing itch that stung around his empty eye socket that a Nightkin bashed to pieces at Repconn. The arrest in breath where ribs never healed quite right after Legate Lanius cleaved him open from collar to hip over Hoover Dam. The regrets in his heart.... The weight of the choices made in the Mojave. Attempts to save some that always, always, came at the cost of others. Even worse, the choices the Courier had made when anger ran out of check. That haunted him and seemed to keep him from holding still. The final letter from Arcade telling him he couldn't wait anymore and was moving on...

Elias' hand tightened around his glass. Lifting it to take a more measured sip this time to even his breathing. Trying to let the thoughts wash over him just as the booze slipped down his throat. Amari had warned him about this. That his use of Med-X to dull his pains for so long had made his body wholly unfamiliar with feeling any kind of pain. Which meant it was going to hurt all the much more until he readjusted... If he readjusted. She had also spoken of how easily he could relapse because of the pain alone if not properly managed this time. He realized now she must've passed that on to Rose as well. Recalling now the tense look on his friend's face when he said he was going to depart Goodneighbor to resume courier work. It had been a week since he'd seen her last...

Vadim was right. He shouldn't be wallowing at the bar. He needed a distraction. Something productive to do. Someone in the city market was bound to need something delivered. Maybe even to Goodneighbor where he could check in with Rose. Show he he was still alright. He'd just need to give the chem vendor a wide berth.

“Excuse me, I-” A voice akin to a Mr. Handy scattered Elias's thoughts. Pausing when he turned to face it's owner

A pale man in a worn mechanic's jumpsuit who seemed about his own height with brown hair still damp from using the Inn's showers. Large glasses were perched on his striking face. The glare from the bar lights on them partially obscuring green eyes that were narrowed inquisitively at Elias. There was a clear calculating intelligence in the way this stranger looked at him. Maybe it was the sickening mix of Bobrov's in a gut full only of heartbreak and longing, or maybe it was just the fact this man was wearing glasses. It was likely both that caused Elias for a moment to see Arcade in place of the stranger until he spoke again. There was no associating that British accent with his ex-companion.

“I'm terribly sorry, but do I know you?”

“I get around a lot, but... No. Don't believe we've met.”

“Hm...” The stranger gave a thoughtful hum, those sharp eyes looking him over once again. “Would you like to?” Elias blinked. Had that been a proposition? Something that had been a common enough occurrence in the sleazy dens of New Vegas.

No. No, he was overthinking this.

“Uh... take a seat if you want, I-” He had begun to turn back to the bar when the stranger swiftly closed the space between them.

"Listen,” He hissed low enough to only be heard by Elias, “I have had one bloody hell of a week. And you clearly came here for a good time just for some prick to stand you up. So what's say you and I just... help each other out. Sounds good, right love?”

Elias swore his artificial heart skipped a beat when the man flashed a smile at him. Having to try hard not to swallow and look so immediately smitten as a slender hand carefully brushed up the top few buttons of his flannel shirt up onto its collar. His single amber eye locked with the stranger's green pair. Having enough sense to search at least a moment for anything nefarious behind that gaze. If there was anything, he was blind to it. “Yes.”

“Good,” The stranger's smile spread wider, “up you get then. I've already got a room.”

[atonalginger]

oh those are cute! This looks fun and...

I might have gone overboard?

I've got Dellarov smooches

and I have Sam and Doc

and I also made Sam x Lila and Goose x Cooper

and I made a Dawn and Vadim one too (*whispers* yes that's coming in the fallout 4 fic)

I would have done more (Gods I have so many) but um....I think I got plenty. Plus it doesn't have purple hair so I couldn't make Kitty 😥😅

I'm tagging generally, as I usually do. Come join in if you want!

Same cute picrew with Vergado and Shepcoe from Starfield.

Gonna tag starfield friends to show theirs (no obligations per usual though!) @atonalginger @therealgchu @silurisanguine @eridanidreams @aro-pancake @order-of-the-eye @toxiclizardwrites @staticpallour (if you wanna do Mathis) and @aislingdmdt

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 24 -- Yefim Bobrov

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 24 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Face Sitting with Yefim Bobrov x f!Sole

Yefim is just a big ole softy with a stern expression, if you ask me. He's also just doing his best, and definitely deserves a break once in awhile 👀

So, here's this! Hope y'all like it! 😁

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Face Sitting, face riding, oral sex, cunnilingus, comfort, overstimulation, little bit of exhibitionism kink, multiple orgasms, aftercare.

Words: 2.2k

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Sole’s eyes snapped open at the slam of the door, blinking awake in the dim of the hotel room as she sat up with a start. 

A soft thud sounded from the too-dark space in front of her, a rough outline of a man leaning against the door. Another thud, and Sole realized it was her partner’s head making the noise, jamming against the back of the door as Yefim huffed out a sigh. 

“Long night?” Sole scooched forward in the bed, tossing the sheet to the side as she made to get up, but Yefim stilled her with a wave of his hand. 

“Very. Just glad it’s over with.” 

He pushed off the door, dragging his feet along the carpet as he approached the bed and sat heavily down next to her. 

“Sorry for late night.” Yefim said quietly as he looked down at his knees. “Hope I didn’t wake you.” 

“I was only dozing,” Sole said on a yawn, unintentionally, as she leaned to the side, letting her head fall into his shoulder affectionately. Yefim wrapped an arm about her, pulling her closer by the hip. 

“You wanna talk about it at all?” Sole wrapped her arms around his waist in turn, using that as an excuse to lean further into his warmth. 

“Not particularly. But…” Another sigh escaped him, and she felt the dramatic rise and fall of his shoulders with the heavy breath. 

“But?” She prodded, feeling the way his frustration was bubbling up over his skin. Almost like it was crawling out from beneath her hands. 

“But… It's just my brother. Nothing new.”

“Hmm. What did he d–”

“He asked me to try and run the bar again, when he knows I-I can’t do it. He knows this.” Yefim’s free hand gestured heavily, punctuating the irritation that accompanied every word. “First he was drinking on the job, as I’ve asked him not to do a hundred or more times.”

Sole felt his urge to pace building in him, but his reluctance to unwrap his arm from her, to pull himself away from her grasp was too strong. Instead, his one hand did the brunt of the work, continuing to flail and wave alongside the notable rise and fall of his tone. 

“Then he asks if I can be behind bar. Is he lunatic? Man the bar and babysit?” He huffed a humorless laugh, “So I am out there, running whole place. Whole place, while Vadim and friends drink until Scarlett finally makes call to give them watered down drinks instead. Already they were too wasted to even know their drinks were shit, but it’s the principle of it.”  

Another frustrated sigh left the man, and Sole released her hold to let him fall back on the bed. Yefim’s arms spread wide as he made his final gestures with his eyes tightly closed. As if that could shut out the memory of it all. 

“Now I shoo drunk customers, I clean, I close bar, close inn, I drag stupid brother to bed, and come back to you later than you deserve. Is ridiculous.”  

“That is ridiculous, Yefim.” The bed shifted as Sole laid back on the mattress beside him. “And… you’ve talked to him about his drinking?” 

“Thousand times. At least. Vadim says good for business to have bartender that is also having good time. Horseshit says me.” 

“And me.” Sole piped up, “I just… Maybe I can try talking to him.” 

Yefim’s head swiveled to the side, looking into her bright eyes in the darkness of the room. 

“You’re his brother, you know? Maybe he’d listen if it was someone else mentioning it.” 

“Maybe…” He said, unconvinced. 

“I can at least try, okay?” Sole pressed forward as she faced him, touching her lips to his as reassuringly as she could. “And for the record, you can wake me to come and help, if you want.”

Even in the darkness, Sole could see the way Yefim’s jaw dropped even at the mere thought of it. 

“Wake you for that? Never, myla moya. Could not dream of it.” 

“Look, I had a newborn not too long ago– well, relatively speaking, so I’m no stranger to being woken–”

“And I’m saying I will not have it, Sole. Not because of my idiot of a brother.”

Sole let out a light chuckle, and heard Yefim echo it sweetly, some of the night’s irritation trickling away with the bits of creeping levity. 

“Okay, baby. Well, just let me know if there is something I can do. I’d love to help you out in some way.” 

Yefim hummed at that, somewhere between a thoughtful sound and one holding a bit more… mischief. 

“Maybe is one thing.” He whispered, and Sole could hear the blush in his little voice. 

“And that is…?” She led on, allowing the fingers of one hand to brush down over his bicep playfully.

“You know, lyubov. You make me say it loud?” 

She nodded, and her teeth gleamed in the dim with the vastness of her grin. 

A dramatic sigh escaped him, and the muscles of Yefim’s arm tensed beneath Sole’s touch. 

“Fine. Fine! I say… Need you here, Sole.” 

“Where?” She teased, “I can’t see where you pointed in the dark.” 

Another groan from him had Sole shaking from her giggles, and now she could see the way her partner’s face had transformed. First from a tense and creased frustration, to a flushed embarrassment, and now to a playful delight that had butterflies dancing in her belly. 

“Want you here, schuman!” 

Sole squealed as Yefim rounded on her, his arms pulling her body over his until she straddled him; but he didn’t keep himself in place, instead shimmying his body down the mattress until her panty-covered heat lay flush over his face. 

A groan left him almost immediately, as Yefim’s hands went to her thighs, gripping tightly to their plushness as they surrounded his head. He took a deep breath in, a cooling sensation washing over Sole’s center as he sucked in, tasting her sweetness through the fabric. 

“Ahh, Yefim…” She breathed out his name as her hands grasped to the prickly top of his shaved head, holding him in place as his spit began to wet through the front of her underwear. 

“Should’ve taken these off first, baby.” Sole took a peek down at his face, to see his reaction to her words, but the man was already lost in her. His eyes were closed in bliss, his mouth already laving over her heat with reckless abandon that had her reeling in her attempt to keep up. 

“Yefim, darling, I–” Sole’s head fell back with a moan as he nipped at her, his bottom teeth catching on her clothed clit in just the right way to make her hips buck against him. 

“Will take off in moment.” He promised with a muffled voice, before the whole of his mouth was undulating against her pussy, kissing her lower lips like he would the ones upon her face. With finesse, with tenacity, he went at her until Sole was rutting against him in earnest. 

Then, as her own wetness too began to soil the cotton garment, Yefim’s deceptively strong arms lifted her clean off of him. 

“Take off, and then come back to me.” He commanded her, and Sole followed easily. Out of breath and glistening with a light layer of sweat, Sole moved back to remove the sopping panties, as well as the longsleeve she wore with the intent to sleep. 

This was not sleeping, and the thing was much too warm for all this activity, but the main reason for it to come off sounded from below.

“Dermo, Sole, you are…” Yefim finished his… compliment? With a groan as she sidled up over his body again. His eyes followed her, her expression, as she looked down at him with half-lidded eyes, her breasts, where they jutted out pleasantly and jiggled slightly from her movements, that soft, plush stomach, her rounded hips… and she was all his. 

Sole could see that thought clearly in his rich, dark gaze, the way his mouth seemed to water just from the sight of her overtop him. 

“Ty takyj garnyj. You are so beautiful.” Yefim reached his hands out as he spoke, lovingly pressing his fingers into the give of her ass, his thumbs to her hipbones, guiding her back to her rightful place over his waiting mouth. 

Sole’s grin couldn’t be contained as he eased her down until his lips could press to the slick heat of her folds once more. At least, not until that blushy, sweet expression was dashed from her face as Yefim began his work. 

His mouth moved over her lower lips like he was trying to smother her, his tongue prodding and laving like she was a hive with delectable honey nestled deep inside, just waiting to be claimed as his. Sole had to steady her hands on the mattress to keep from toppling over with the array of sensations he poured onto her. 

“Yefim,” She breathed, “It’s like you’re starving.” 

He mumbled out his agreements from below, the grip on her thighs increasing almost to the point of pain. Her breath picked up, her hips rocked, and the point of Yefim’s nose ground against her clit in such a way, it had her legs shaking and her fingers clenching until they ached from the pressure over the bedsheets. 

“Jesus, baby, d-don’t stop.” 

Sole knew he wouldn’t, not now, as she grew closer and closer to her release, nearer to pouring out her affection over his hungry, pleading tongue. 

Yefim knew it too, with the way her movements grew jagged and erratic over him. Even with the painful ram of her clit into his nose with too much force, even with the whole weight of her riding and rutting into his mouth, damn-near smothering him, Yefim only pushed further into her– inviting the smothering, if it meant he could taste every last bit of her love, if he could bury himself in her forevermore and forget every worry, every frustration in his life in favor of this. 

If this could be his life… He would die to make it happen. If that were the price of it. 

Sole cried out as his fingers pressed bruises into her thighs, as her body stuttered one final time and yelled out his name for any still awake enough to hear. 

She didn’t care. They had her Yefim up and working until this very point, and it rubbed her all the right ways to think some of those drunken jerks might be awake right now, listening to all the ways Yefim can please his woman, even after dealing with their sorry asses all evening.  

She made him sound damn good. 

His name continued leaving her on a series of breaths, as her legs shook with sheer bliss, as her stomach tightened and released, as her toes curled and her fingers clenched and she saw colors bursting behind her eyelids against the loud darkness of the room. 

“F-fuck, baby, I can’t–” Another broken moan interrupted her, as his hands stayed locked like the unforgiving jaws of a metal clamp over either of her thighs, and his mouth continued nursing and nipping over her oversensitive clit. 

“Ahh, Yefim, that’s… you got me, I’m–” 

A weak gush of slick burst from her as her clit pulsed against his rubbing, prodding tongue, and Sole felt her head go light from the great release of pressure for the second time in such a short span. 

“You can… holy shit, you, you got me.” 

Her muscles quivered, her legs trembled and she tried to rise away from the overwhelming contact, her sore legs straining in his iron hold. 

“Yefim, can’t take any more. Please.”

The innkeeper growled at her protests, obviously far from finished in his mind, as he loudly lapped and slurped at her slickness. It had Sole flushing with more than just oversensitivity and arousal, but with embarrassment at his shamelessness. 

“Hon…” She tried one last time, weakly, as a sad little whine escaped her sore throat, as she felt herself shudder again with a muted half-climax that left her in a daze over him. 

At last, her partner’s grip eased, and he guided her drained body from overtop him, and back onto the mattress. 

A brief few moments of darkness passed, and Sole blinked her heavy eyes open from where she rested against the plush pillows at the correct end of the bed. She barely had the consciousness left to discern how she’d gotten here at all, until Yefim’s form swam into her focus. 

“Thank you, dearest.” He whispered, and she felt the warmth of a rag pressing between her soaked thighs. Pleasure sparked from the pressure, but Yefim pulled away a moment later, after he deemed her clean. 

“The best distraction in all the wasteland.” Another– she assumed, short– blink, and Yefim was in bed beside her, shirtless and in soft sweatpants as he folded her into his arms. 

“We can sleep now, lyubov moya. Finally.”

One last blink turned to unconsciousness, as Yefim pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head, and Sole drifted off into a notably heavy sleep.

[slocum-dodson]

I like you Travis, you're frail and you'll never step in the way of my empire.

This is Vadim. I don't care for him. I punched him out in my previous life. But he wants to help Travis, so I'm game for his scheme.