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[xsora91]

I don't know how I've managed to find this on Pinterest but I did somehow! 😳 (my edited version)

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watching jack ryan rn and it’s sending me back into my tom wlaschiha era

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I'm FINALLY writing the Dmitri Antonov x Reader fanfic I had been thinking about these last few days. It's been ages since the last time I wrote something in English, so it's gonna take me some time to finish it (no matter if it's gonna be short or long, I want it to be goooood)...

I really hope you guys will like it 💕

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Stranger Things Preferences

Their Pet Name for you.

(Featuring: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Jonathan Byers, Dmitri Antonov, Jim Hopper, Alexei, Murray Bauman, Robin Buckley, Argyle, Henry/001)

Warnings: Mentions of sex. This blog is 18+ Minors do not interact.

A/N: My first preference! There will be quite a few of these across quite a few fandoms so if you'd like to be tagged in future preferences or future stranger things posts please let me know in the comments! :) Also any Russian is taken straight from google translate so pre-apologies if I have butchered it! Enjoy!

Steve Harrington

Steve keeps his pet names quite generic, baby, babe, sweetheart. It's not so much the names he uses but how he says them. Most of the time he's most comfortable using the shortened version of your name or nickname he has for you, but the amount of affection he would put into it would make you melt. If he's being especially flirtatious you'd even occasionally get doll. He doesn't miss the effect it has on you when he calls you that.

Eddie Munson

Eddie is as theatrical with his pet names as he is with anything else in life. He loves to call you princess, especially during Hellfire meetings when he can incorporate you into his campaign. I think Eddie would switch between a few pet names to try to keep it interesting, baby, sunshine, sweetheart. It doesn't matter what he calls you it never fails to give you butterflies. Let's not pretend that if you two are hanging out in his trailer while you joke around and play air guitar together that he doesn't call you his little Rockstar.

Billy Hargrove

Billy's pet names for you depend on two things; his mood, and who you are around. In public you're only getting the less heartfelt pet names, he refers to you as his girl a lot in front of other people. Not only does he love the small smile it brings to your face but it also feeds into his possessive side, knowing that everyone knows you are his. When you two are alone and have been together for a while, Billy finally shoes a softer side of himself. He will compliment you a lot and attach all sort of pet names to those compliments, baby, sugar, sweet thing, still loving to resort to calling you his girl. You're mad at him and he's trying to make it up to you? Get ready for him to bargain his way back into your arms, wrapping his arms around you as he whispers in your ear, "Come on sweetheart, you know you can't stay mad at me."

Jonathan Byers

This soft, shy, adorable baby will probably be hesitant to use pet names for a long time. I honestly doubt you would hear them until you two begin to get intimate and he's too lost in the moment to think about what he's saying. He's pussy drunk and rambling into your neck, pet names would all be soft and sweet while he's chasing his high, beautiful and sweetheart would be at the top of his list. Getting high in his room? This sweet man would be telling you how you're his sunshine, rambling on in his delirium about how you light up his life.

Dmitri Antonov

While this man's English is very good, he still prefers to use pet names in Russian. There's something about the way he looks at you with his intense gaze as he slips back into his native tongue that just turns you into an absolute puddle. His favourites include котенок (kitten) and моя любовь (my love). The thought of this man holding you while you curl up in bed for the night, arms wrapped around you while he whispers endearing words in Russian into your ear is enough to bring butterflies to your stomach.

Jim Hopper

Let's not pretend like for a goooooooood while this man affectionately refers to you as kid even if you are barely a few years younger than him. He's a tough shell of a man that will refuse to open up or show his feelings for a long time, but when he does you realise its worth the wait. He doesn't throw around pet names and words of endearment a lot as he prefers to save them for moments when he feels it's right. When it's just the two of you and you're sharing a soft moment, sometimes referring to you as darling in his softer moments. Occasionally you might even get a cheeky baby.

Alexei

Another Russian baby, this adorable man will always call you pet names in Russian, it doesn't matter how much his English has improved. It just means more to him coming from his native tongue. His regular go to include голубь (Dove) and милый (Darling). Although, Murray taught him how Americans us Pumpkin as a term of endearment as a way to screw with you both and now it's one of Alexei's favourite things to call you. Jokes on Murray because seeing Alexei's face light up as he reaches for you and calls you pumpkin is enough to fall even more in love with him.

Murray Bauman

I feel like Murray cannot find it in himself to call you soft names to start off with. He's still confused by the fact that you even want to be with him, he's not going to possibly embarrass himself further using some pet names that might cross some invisible line he's set up for himself. He refers to as lady a lot, or another unique name that fits your looks of personality. Once this man is comfortable and more secure in your relationship I think the names would still stay light and not too sensitive. You would definitely get honey a lot, I don't think Murray would be able to resist yelling through the house when he gets home, "Honey, I'm home!"

Robin Buckley

Robin would also keep her pet names generic just like her bestie Steve, but less out of originality and more just to play it safe. Robin would have some insecurities going into a relationship after all the careful steps she took just to get to where you two are now. She is hesitant at first to say the wrong thing so she sticks to a lot of sweetheart and babe. One day you were spending time together and she slipped up and called you buttercup. She panicked for a second worrying what you would think of the nickname, but seeing your smile wiped all of those worries away and it became one of her favourite pet names so far.

Argyle

Okay so we all know this cutie is not going to call you any conventional pet names unless he's sober which is not very often. You're going to get a lot of my dude and bro but he does really mean it affectionately with you. Other than that you're definitely going to get a lot of made up names that mean absolutely nothing but to him they mean a lot; wicked lady, cream puff, anything. He would totally refer to you as "my queen" when he lets you into the van which he refers to as your chariot. Your favourite pet name would be the time he said, "My pretty girl is gonna get all the pizza she wants" he couldn't understand your reaction as you couldn't think of what to say next after hearing Argyle call you his pretty girl.

Henry/001

I whole heartedly believe this man would refer to you as pet. He does mean it endearingly but he also can't resist how you scrunch your nose up at hearing the teasing term. He also uses a lot of "My little..." whether it be bird, bunny, dove. He constantly feels the need to protect you and he shows that in his terms of endearment by referring to you as small and innocent. I know this man would call you his good girl, and you will have to pry that thought out of my cold dead hands.

A/N: Hope you guys like this! Reminder that if you want to be tagged in future Stranger things posts or other preferences to let me know in the comments and ill create a tags list :)

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TOM WLASCHIHA as DMITRY ANTONOV Stranger Things 4 (2022)

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[lokiiied]

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[drmaddict]

Like a Schoolboy

Summary: Dimitri and Hoppers niece are a thing. Hopper finds out.

Wordcount: 1.335

Warnings: use of (y/n), fluff

"And this is my niece (y/n)."

Dimitri had blamed it then on the stress of the last few weeks. He hadn't given it a second thought. A survival instinct of the body. After all, he had expected to die not just once in the past few weeks.

A reproductive instinct. That was all it was, why he was immediately attracted to this much younger creature.

It probably wasn't even that far from the truth, but it just wasn't the whole truth either.

(Y/n) Hopper had done it to him. First purely out of physical attraction. Later for other reasons.

He had met her. He had seen the stubbornness in her. The same as in Hopper, only better hidden. Had recognized her intelligence. Not so hidden as in Hopper. He had found kindness and tenderness, as well as strength.

She had helped him settle into this new world. She had been a friend to him. She had even given him a home. Hopper's place had gotten crowded, when Joyce and the kids moved in, so Dimitri had ended up at (Y/n)s place.

And now Dimitri was laying here in this soft bed with her by his side, wondering how it had actually come to this.

He pulled his arm tighter around her and buried his face lazily in her hair. Breathed in her scent. He wasn't keen on the day Hopper would find out about them both. He wanted to never leave this little bubble of secrecy. He wanted to dwell in this unpolluted world of affection and infatuation. Only with her. No one else to disturb them. A little peace and quiet.

But he especially didn't want to get up.

"Not yet." he grumbled, trying to keep her from leaving the bed where he wrapped his arms tighter around her.

She laughed. "I have to go to class."

"Don't have to."

"I don't think my professor feels that way."

He grumbled. "He's an idiot anyway."

"Dimitri." she sighed with a laugh.

He pulled her close once more and breathed in her scent before letting go.

"Aren't you helping Hopper today anyway?" she asked, standing up.

He grumbled into his pillow in agreement, as he watched her get dressed with one eye. He grinned sleepily at the sight of the bruise on her shoulder.

"I thought you enjoyed beating up the rookie cops.", she grinned, tossing him one of his shirts. It hit him square in the face. He didn't bother to pull it off his head.

He grumbled. "I just get to explain.", he spoke through the cotton.

"About that jackass last time?"

"Da."

Dimitri didn't really need to prove to this greenhorn that he had no idea, but he had seen fit to bring him back down to earth. He was helping Hopper teach the new police students hand-to-hand combat techniques. The greenhorn was strutting around like a puffed-up rooster.

But with a broken jaw, it was hard to talk.

"It would have been different in Russia."

He felt the mattress beside him lower. The shirt was brushed off his face. (Y/n) smiled at him. "America takes the fun out of everything.", she grinned, brushing his hair out of his forehead.

He leaned slightly toward her touch. Enjoyed the tenderness.

"Come on. Get up."

"What do I get in return?"

She kissed him on the tip of his nose.

"Not very convincing.", he murmured with a smile. She grinned back and kissed him on the forehead.

"Colder."

A kiss on the cheek.

"A little warmer."

He reached for her face and pulled it to him. Kissed her on the lips without haste. Just her and him and-

"Dimitri get your ass out here!"

-Hopper.

He dropped his head into the pillow with an annoyed groan. There was an emphatic pounding on the apartment door.

"I'll get it!", laughed (Y/n).

Dimitri pulled his T-shirt over his head as he also heard Hopper walking down the hall. Dimitri had barely fished his underpants off the floor and put them on when Hopper was suddenly standing in front of him.

Time stood still for a few seconds. Hopper stared at him. Dimitri stared back. The waistband of his underpants still in his hands.

"What are you doing here?" asked Hopper tensely.

"I... live here.", Dimitri answered dryly.

"What are you doing in my niece's bed?" he now asked again.

(Y/n) stood uncertainly in the doorway."The folding sofa is broken. Doesn't extend right anymore, you know..."

Hopper turned his face to her angrily. She put on an unconvincing smile.

It didn't help anyway. No one who saw this room could even draw wrong conclusions.

The sheets were rumpled. So were Dimitri and (y/n). Their clothes lay scattered on the floor and Dimitri knew for a fact that he had at least two dark spots on his neck. His little vampire had taken hold again.

Dimitri stood up with a sigh. "Go ahead. Hit it."

No moment he had uttered the words, his friend's hook threw him back onto the bed.

"Uncle!" he heard (Y/n) exclaim.

"She's my niece!" roared Hopper, throwing another punch.

"I know!" groaned Dimitri.

"Uncle!"

"You're my age!" Punch.

"I know."

"You touched her." Punch.

"Yeah."

"You fucking-"

"UNCLE!"

Dimitri saw (Y/n) clinging to Hoppers arm, trying to stop him.

"(Y/n) he did-" Hopper began, but was interrupted by (Y/n).

"Didn't do anything I wouldn't have let him do!"

"That's not the point!"

(Y/n) looked at him wearily. "Stop hitting him."

"No!"

"Let us settle this.", Dimitri interjected, smiling at her as best as his face would allow.

"By beating each other to a pulp?"

"Is the Russian way." he shrugged. "Gotta get it all out once. Deserved it."

(Y/n) stood in front of the bed and pinched the root of her nose. "Fine. I'm off to college." She reached for her bag. "When I come back, he better just have a few bruises or I swear to you BOTH, that Russian prison was shit compared to what I'm doing to you."

She gave Dimitri a hard kiss on the forehead and punched Hopper on the shoulder before whistling out of the room.

They both looked after her.

"Your niece is really something."

"Yes she is.", Hopper agreed with him.

Dimitri looked toward the bedroom door with a smile as the next punch hit him. "She's twenty years younger!"

"I know."

When (Y/n) came back that afternoon, both men were sitting on the supposedly broken folding sofa.

Both were holding a beer. Dimitri had a package of frozen peas pressed on his forehead.

"I don't know. Somehow it all started there.", Dimitri said, taking a sip from his beer bottle.

"What started?" asked Hopper.

"That I really fell in love with her.", he sighed.

"In love, huh?"

"Like a schoolboy."

"Women... Do with you what they want."

"True words."

They both toasted to each other, when they noticed (Y/n).

(Y/n) tossed Dimitri a tube of salve. "For the bruises.", she explained.

He reached for the small tube and looked at it closely.

"Are you guys done?"

Hopper held up his bottle. "Reconciliation beer." He excreted the rest and set the can down. "I've got to go anyway. It's waffle night.", he declared and left, not without hugging (Y/n) once more.

"Waffle night?" asked Dimirti.

"Eleven loves waffles more than anything. It's kind of her thing.", (Y/n) explained, reaching for the small tube. She squeezed some of the translucent mass onto her fingers and leaned over him. He dropped his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. (Y/n) tenderly spread the ointment on the bruises. Dimitri heaved a sigh at the cool sensation.

"In love, huh?" asked (Y/n) into the silence.

"Like a schoolboy.", Dmitri confirmed without looking at her.

(Y/n) smiled and kissed him softly on his bruised lips. "Love you too. You stubborn, Russian idiot."

"Your stubborn Russian idiot."

[canadiansummer]

FEVER

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov x Reader / Enzo x Reader Series: Day two of the October challenges. | Masterlist here. Prompt: Sickfic Warnings: There is mention of vomit (not in detail), fever, and general illness. So, if you are squeamish, I'd avoid this one. Note: Shorter one this time, but I enjoy a pretty general sickfic and it's fun to explore. Also, the last time I had a high fever was when I caught c/ovid last year, so I'm sorry if things don't sound overly realistic.

The sudden slam of the bathroom door as you entered the house immediately set you on edge. 

Coming home late wasn’t exactly uncommon for either of you–one of you always seemed to be asleep before the other came home. Considering the growing scale of the things that happened at work, you knew you would likely be the one having to slip quietly into bed without disturbing Dmitri. So, you didn’t really rush back home that night. 

Though, the fact that a quiet house wasn’t what greeted you made you a little worried. 

Stepping out of your boots and hanging up your jacket, you didn’t turn on any lights outside of the faint one that was left on in the kitchen. Another oddity, considering neither of you really left lights on for each other to save money. So, you slowly started to make your way down the hallway, uncertain as to what was happening. 

However, the retching you heard from the bathroom quickly told you everything you needed to know. You grimanced lightly, pausing for a moment before you turned to head back toward the kitchen with somewhat hurried steps. As you did so, you realized that you had never really had to take care of Dmitri like this. He seemed to manage to avoid getting sick, so it was usually you who woke up with the fevers, colds, or whatever ailment you managed to catch. 

Though, you weren’t unfamiliar with the process. Upon finding that all you could really offer him for his stomach was a glass of water, you filled up a glass and made your way back down the hallway. 

Dmitri had moved on from the bathroom and was laying himself down on the side of your bed by the time you caught sight of him. 

While the room was dark, you could see in his body language that he wasn’t doing too well. Seeing the way he lay down with his back to you, curled up into himself, it was one of the rarer sights you saw from him. It was vulnerable–something you didn’t really see from him too often outside of quieter private moments or in bed. It had you pausing in the doorway of the bedroom for a few moments before you let out a soft sigh through your nose. 

Foregoing turning on a light, you walked toward his side of the bed and placed the glass down on the bedside table nearby. While you knew what to do, the whole…caretaker role was a little difficult for you sometimes. You didn’t like accepting help from others and, in turn, you didn’t really know how to properly comfort someone. Whatever you could give, however, seemed enough for Dmitri at least. Which is what mattered in the end, you supposed. 

You reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, Dmitri stirring somewhat before he clumsily reached up to grasp your hand in some sort of acknowledgement.

“You should drink something,” you commented, Dmitri only giving you a hum in response for a few moments. 

You could feel the claminess of his hand, which wasn’t a great sign but it didn’t seem too odd for what you saw of his symptoms so far. The shivering, however, put a crease to your brow. 

“I’m freezing,” he muttered, rolling over to face you finally, “Did you leave a window open?”

“No,” you replied, placing the back of your head against his forehead, “You’re probably running a fever. I think there is something here to actually help with that, at least. Just rest here a moment.” 

As warm as his head felt, you were a little relieved that he was asking somewhat coherent questions. Still, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for him–it certainly wasn’t that late at night, yet it was clear that he just wanted to sleep this off. Considering that you would do the same, you couldn’t blame him there. Though, knowing your luck, you were probably going to fall ill right behind him. Maybe he’d be feeling better by then so the both of you didn’t have to suffer. 

With some pills in hand, you returned back to the bedroom to see him sitting upright. Dmitri took the medication without much complaint, though you noticed he hadn’t changed out of much. At least he shed his outside wear, yet it seemed like he didn’t have the time or energy to change out of much beyond that. 

“You might feel more comfortable if you change out of that,” you pointed out, “I’m sure your fever doesn’t need the extra help.” 

“Are you sure you are not trying to get me undressed for your benefit?”

Despite the fact that he sounded exhausted, you couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped you at the quip. Well, if he was still able to joke then it might not be too bad. 

“From what I heard, it sounded like you had your head in the toilet a few minutes ago. So, how about you behave?”

Dmitri didn’t reply to that, but from what you could see in the darkness he at least seemed amused enough. Thankfully, he didn’t need much more prompting to remove his pants, at least. You started to dress down for bed as well, making your way to your usual side as Dmitri settled himself back down. Though, you caught the somewhat confused look he tossed your way over his shoulder as you sat down beside him, resting your back against the headboard. 

“You’re sleeping too? I don’t think it is that late.” 

He was right, admittedly. Of course, you had a long day so you could sleep at the moment, yet you knew you certainly didn’t have to. Yet, you had found yourself joining him anyway, as much as you didn’t really give much thought as to why you had. 

“I have had a long day, and I guess I want to make sure your fever is actually going down,” you replied after a moment. 

Dmitri gave a small hum in return, settling back down with a small huff. “My mother used to do similar. Kept her distance until I was sick, then she was always within arm’s reach. She was probably worried. She never had good experiences with illness.” 

“Well, I really hope that is the only thing about me that reminds you of your mother,” you remarked, earning a small chuckle. 

Though, he really was running a fever if he was wanting to talk about his family. It had never felt like pulling teeth to get him to talk about his family or life, but it wasn’t always the first topic offered up. 

“My family was always the type to just say to lay down and sleep it off, anyway,” you continued, reaching out to thread your fingers through his hair, running your fingertips down his scalp in thought. “Sometimes it might be bad enough to have someone nearby, but that was rare. My father was the worst, though. He could never sit still and it was torture for him to have to be in bed for longer than a night’s sleep…” 

You got a rather sleepy hum in return, so you continued in a softer tone. A few stories from childhood, some friends, animals, whatever you could think up for a while. As much as you didn’t want to press too close in case that would be too warm, it seemed Dmitri didn’t mind you running your hand through his hair and eventually against his back as you spoke. You continued for a while, even after you stopped getting responses to your pauses or silences. A part of you couldn’t help but feel some relief upon feeling him relax, his breathing evening out after a while. 

As you could feel yourself struggling to stay awake, you gingerly reached out to rest your hand on his forehead again. Still warm, but it seemed cooler than when you had last checked. 

With a small sigh, you let yourself drift off, the back of your hand resting against Dmitri’s back. 

[xsora91]

Dmitri Antonov (Enzo)

Another Tom Wlaschiha fan art! Stranger Things Dmitri Antonov. Also posted on my DeviantArt and Instagram.

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Enzo / Dmitri Antonov x Reader(?)!

Please don’t translate, no permission to repost any of my writing anywhere, and do not copy and claim it as your own.

Warnings: smut, prisoner reader, hitting, hair pulling, quickie, secret sex, slight blood,

Pairings: Mdom!Enzo x Fswitch!Reader

18+! If you continue reading, you are acknowledging that you are 18+ and that you have read the warnings.

A loud bang on the bars pulled me out of my daydream. "пошли, заключенный." The man spoke.

(translation; let's go, prisoner)

I sighed and stood up, my hands and ankles in cuffs as i walked out. I’ve been here for months.

The hallways were slim as Hopper and I walked passed each other, taking a glimpse at one another. We've been trying to get out of here for awhile now, thankfully we're working with a guard.

"шаг вперед." The man said looking me up and down with anger as I stood there, hesitating to get on the stool. "Идти!" He then yelled, pushing me up.

(translation; "Step forward." "Go!")

I sighed again, my head dropping back slightly as another guard rattled my chains to make sure they were on still, he moved mine a couple times before letting me go. A wave of relief brushed over me as I walked through.

"American." The guard Hopper and I were working with said as he walked up next to me.

"So? Any ideas yet?" I asked, keeping my head forward to not cause any suspicion.

"I got a guy, he will fly over and get you two once your friend has paid him." He replied. I nodded in return.

From the corner of my eyes I noticed him looking over at me here and there, eyes trailing around my body.

"Play along." He whispered before turning to me and pretending to get hit.

"Сделай это еще раз, и я отрежу тебе конечности и скормлю их свиньям!" He yelled loudly, pushing me down before grabbing my wrist roughly and pulling me away.

(translation; "Do it again and I'll cut off your limbs and feed them to the pigs!")

He pulled me all the way until we got to a small building, dragging me into it.

A breath escaped my lips as he let go, shutting the door behind him. "What was the point in that?"

I watched him stand by the door for a few seconds before turning to me. "Do you know my name?" He asked.

My eyebrows furrowed before I shook my head no.

He nodded. "Its Dmitri."

"Nice. Why are you telling me that?"

His body moved closer to mine suddenly, we stood infront of each other before I felt his hands touch my wrists that were still handcuffed, a few seconds passed and he reached into his pocket, grabbing something. He pulled a key out and started undoing my hands, then dropping down to the floor to undo my ankles.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him once he stood back up.

His body got closer once again, pushing me against the table gently.

I felt him grab my waist a little, making me flinch from the sudden feeling.

"No matter how hard I try, I somehow can't keep my eyes off of you," he spoke.

My eyebrows furrowed slightly before I grabbed the rim of his belt, pulling him even closer.

"Then try a little harder." I whispered, pushing him away slightly. I wasn't looking to hook up with him I just needed to get out.

I heard him sigh a bit. "It doesn't work that way."

"Yeah well, make it work." I smiled at him before picking up my cuffs, holding them out. "Put them back on before we get caught and the plan gets fucked up.

"No," I watched him smile sarcastically.

My eyebrows furrowed again, my tongue touching the side of my cheek poking it out a little as I dropped my head back. "Fuck it,” I mumbled before looking at him again. I haven't had sex in awhile so I might as well get it done with. He stood a few feet in front of me before I grabbed his coat and pulled him closer.

His right hand reached up to his hat to take it off while the other reached my waist, pushing me against the table a little more.

My eyes caught a view of him without his hat, he was hot.

His other hand reached down to my waist as well before he pulled me into a kiss, tapping my leg a little indicating that he wanted to lift me. I gave him permission and he did, not breaking the kiss.

My legs opened as he placed himself in between them.

He started undoing my pants, pulling them off of me quickly. His coming down as well.

"We have to be quick." He mumbled.

He didn't let me get time to adjust before he pulled my underwear aside and entered me.

I let out a moan from shock. Thankfully he let me adjust to his size before he started thrusting.

"Go." I mumbled, gripping the back of his jacket.

He began thrusting slightly before the table started hurting me.

I groaned angrily. "Stop."

"What's wrong?" He asked, pulling out.

"The tables hurting me." I spoke pulling myself off of it.

He nodded as I turned around infront of him and bent over, leaning against the table. "Okay go ahead."

He lined himself back up before entering me again, grabbing my shoulder with one hand, the other grabbing my waist.

I buried my face in my hand as he started thrusting a little.

He grunted, thrusting his hips harshly now, making me cover my mouth with my hand to muffle any noise. My eyes shut tightly as he let go of my shoulder and grabbed the other side of my waist with it. His hips slammed against mine in a quick manner. I uncovered my face, biting down on my lip. This dick rutted into me roughly making me feel every little tingle, my body began shaking.

"Fuck." I let out a shaky moan, my whole body still twitching under him as my legs shivered slightly.

His right hand left my waist, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking it back slightly, letting out more grunts.

The only noise in the room was our skin clapping together and a few moans or grunts we would let out.

I felt him grab both of my arms, pulling them back and holding me up. He fucked up into me quickly. My head dropped to the front as I whimpered and whined.

His thrusts became somewhat sloppy before he let go of my arms, letting my body come back to the table. I heard him mumble curse words in Russian under his breath as he put his hands on the side of the table and thrusted harder.

"I'm gonna cum." I managed to moan out, my eyes watering a bit as I placed my forehead on my hand that was against the table.

"Fuck." He moaned. "Cum for me." His thrusts were desperate for more.

My whole body started to shake again, I started letting out whimpers as I twitched against him. He grabbed my hands with his and held my wrists pinned down to the table while he fucked me, shooting pleasure throughout my whole body. He rutted into me again, causing me to go over the edge. My walls tightened around his dick as I came on him.

My moans became whimpers again, I crossed my shaking legs slightly making him groan in frustration and let go of my hand, forcing my legs back open. "Quit.”

"Oh fuck." I moaned, his thrusts somewhat slowing down now.

He whimpered above me slightly, slamming into me a few more times before pulling out and cumming on the floor.

He let out shaky moans and breaths as he came, his chest and stomach twitching. Once he was done he helped me get my clothes back on.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking me in the eyes. I smiled softly and nodded before we both got completely dressed.

“We need to make it look real. We were in here for awhile.”

I nodded again tensing up before he landed hits on me. I was in pain now. He looked at me with an apologetic gaze before kissing every place he hit. Apologizing profusely. I forgave him because i understood. Him and i kissed softly and left the little shed together, walking back to the yards. My legs still shook a little as blood dripped from my nose.

[ravenclawbiologist-blog]

I've read so many smutty fanfictions about this man that I can't get enough of him.

And I'm seriously thinking about writing one myself. The only thing is that it's been AGES since the last time I wrote a fanfic in English. I really hope I've still got it.

[lemonflavouredchaos]

My Girl

(Dmitri Antonov x Reader Smut) 

You shouldn't be messing with Dmitri - you know you shouldn't. He's dangerous, here in secret, hiding from his government, a little too old, and your brothers friend... he's warned you off before, but he never turns you away. And lately he's been seeking you out.

Yes it is a cheesey 'Hoppers Sister' fic, and I have no regrets because taboo 'we shouldn't be doing this' feels and needy, touch-starved, ruined Dmitri have a chokehold on my soul and libido.

Tagging @believeinthefireflies95 because they asked to tagged in Dmitri smut 😄

Originally posted by brieattea

The dress was an innocent mistake, or so you told yourself when you arrived. Light and flowy with a floral pattern, it certainly looks innocent. No one would think you wore it to drive a man mad... but most people don't know that Dmitri has a thing for sundresses. For pressing innocent, sweet women up against walls in quiet places and making them just a little less innocent.

No one, not even Hop, would have noticed the way his face changed when he saw you, because even when he's at breaking point, Dmitri Antonov has a face that could be best described as taciturn. It's in the eyes; those hooded eyes widened just a fraction when he saw you, then narrowed again, their heavy lids creasing slightly at the corners, and the right side of his lip twitched up for a second. Then he continued speaking to Ted Wheeler, but he did that sweet thing. That thing he always did when something had amused or shocked him; when he smiled, one side of his mouth turned down slightly. He licked his lips and rolled his shoulders.

You should have known how it would end when you saw that, but it was still a surprise, the way he found you at just the right moment, in just the right place and used the bulk of his body to push you against the side of the house... just out of sight.

The party doesn't stop when he buries his face in your neck and drags one of your legs up onto his hip. Anyone could walk around the corner in a second and there would be no explaining this away... somehow that makes it better,

"Dmitri," you whisper, pushing at his shoulders weakly; it's a pointless and frankly disingenuous pretence. Every time your hands slip ineffectually up onto the top of his strong shoulders, they grip him and pull him closer. You can feel him smiling against your skin, and the smugness of the curve to his mouth, more than anything else, is what makes you prolonge the lie, "we shouldn't."

"I know," he mumbles against your cheek as his lips search in the gloom, finding yours a few seconds later. His free hand comes up to hold your throat gently,

"No, we really shouldn't," you gasp, "not here."

"Then tell me to stop," he says against your mouth, free hand pushing up under the gossamer material of your dress to cup your ass while he slides one denim-clad thigh between your legs. "Go on," he pushes you, voice teasing,

"I told you-"

"You say we shouldn't," he whispers, "not that you want me to go away. Tell. Me. To. Stop." He pulls your hip, dragging you up his thigh, then pushing you back down with each word. You let your head fall back, "no?"

Perhaps its the liquor, or maybe it really is the dress, but he decides to be cruel and pulls away,

"Dmitri," you whine, seeing his teeth glint in the barely there light that seeps arund the side of the house,

"What is it, princess?" He leans in, inches from you, "you say we shouldn't," he shrugs, "so we won't." When you make a frustrated sound, he chuckles, "you want me?"

"Dmitri..."

"Dmitri," he mimics your tone, thin and high and pleading, then rubs his nose to yours, "tell me what you want."

"I..." you shake your head, making him grin,

"Ok," he says and turns away again, making it two steps before you grip his hand and drag him back,

"Please," you whisper, and this is what breaks him. He sighs,

"How can I say no to those pretty eyes, hm?" This time it's his hand that slips between your legs, pushing under your barely-there panties as he hisses through his teeth and leans down to nip the skin on your shoulder, muttering something you can't understand. Mostly, anyway. You've picked up a word or two of Russian while spending time with him, and the word 'wet' jumps out at you first. Then 'tight' - that one is branded into your mind and skin, making you blush as he curls two fingers in you. As you whine and shudder, he raises his head, craning his neck to make sure you're still alone, then pulls the neck of your dress to the side. "Feels good?" He asks,

"God yes," it's not even your voice; its high-pitched and breathy. Desperate. Shameless.

"God," he chuckles, "I'm not sure he has anything to do with this, Y/N..."

You fall apart so easily for him, shuddering around his fingers, then he nudges your legs apart and pushes between them, fumbling with his belt,

"Gentle," you whimper as he pushes into you in one hard thrust. Dmitri lowers his head to kiss your shoulder apologetically,

"Forgive me," he murmurs, "I can't think when you're so close. You turn me into an animal..." he's speaking against your skin now, between licks and kisses, "can't... fuck... can't get close enough to you. No matter how hard I try." His teeth press into the sensitive skin on your shoulder and he sucks gently,

"Dmitri... you're going to leave a mark," you whisper, unable to articulate just how bad it would be if Hopper saw a goddamn hickey, but he's mindless, rocking in and out of you so slowly that you feel like its all one motion. Constant friction. The comforting weight of his body,

"Good," he almost growls as he pulls away and covers the aching mark with the fabric of your dress before he lifts your other leg and speeds up, craning to look over towards the corner of the house again, "have to be quick," he gasps and you nod, "keep quiet, yes?" You nod again biting your lip as he speeds up, knocking the air out of you with every roll of his hips, "good girl." He almost groans, but stifles it, shuddering as he cums, then pulls away quickly, kissing you firmly, helping you to fix your dress before he deals with himself. He slips away seconds before Joyce rounds the corner,

"Y/N, hey, where've you been?" She asks, and you're glad she can't see the blush on your face,

"I went and sat in you and Hop's room for a while," you say, which is part of the truth, "needed a few moments of quiet." She takes your explanation without question,

"Well, we're bringing out a keg, come on."

It's only as you walk back into the firelight with her arm hooked through yours that you realize you're still bare beneath your dress. Are your panties on the ground back there, you wonder with a flash of panic. Dmitri smirks at you across the fire, then, seeing your look of panic, rolls his eyes and taps his left pocket.

"Fucking animal," you mouth at him when no one's paying attention, but he only smiles and raises his glass.

[polakina]

my masterlist

all of my filth at your disposal <3

everything is 18+ (nothing here is sfw as of yet)

updated: 27.05.24

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