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canadiansummer · 1 year

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SEE YOURSELF (18+)

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov x Fem!Reader / Enzo x Fem!Reader Series: Day one of the October challenges. | Masterlist here. Prompt: Edging/Orgasm denial Warnings: GRAPHIC SMUT. Not much plot. Note: Here we are to kick this off. I hope you all enjoy.

You knew you were a little stubborn.

It had been something that had been stuck with you since you were a kid. You knew how to really dig your heels in about certain things, an odd mix of patience only making your stubbornness stronger in certain ways. You could really hold your ground when you had your mind set on something, as much as that was both a virtue and a flaw depending on the situation. It was usually only in hindsight that you could tell the difference.

If anything, it felt like you noticed most things in hindsight these days.

You knew your little on-and-off partnership with Murray might come back to bite you in the ass, and it wasn’t like what you had found yourself doing as entirely legal. Given that you had been raised up by a family of Doomsday Preppers, it wasn’t like you were unfamiliar with things like paranoia and secrecy. You had also gotten particularly skilled at forging documents–nothing overly official, but an ID or driver’s license here and there. Passports were always extra and something you didn’t like doing often, but it was the thing that got someone like Murray on your radar.

He always brought you the more…interesting work. You should have figured that he’d bring you something that really got you in over your head.

That moment eventually came in the form of a sudden appearance from the man himself and an exhausted looking stranger in tow.

Though, the following months were a surprise too. The evolution from taking him in as a begrudging favor, to something closer to friends, and now occasionally pulling each other into bed. Really, you knew Dmitri was an attractive man, as much as the situation he brought with him was nothing but a headache sometimes. He was rather soft-spoken, yet he had a wit to him that had drawn you into him very easily after a while. Intelligent, introspective when the moment was right, and almost playful in others.

As much as your initial goal was to get him set up so he could leave, it was hard not to feel like you wanted to keep him around sometimes. Some days it felt like you both would dance around the subject, as much as you eventually landed on it in the end.

It was hard to ignore the way the gazes started to linger, too. The way a part of you had wanted to test the line, yet struggled to find the courage to really do so in ways that were noticeable. You had thought, at least.

Obviously, that viewpoint had shifted once the facades started to drop and one night you found your hand gripping at the hair on the back of his head, Dmitri’s mouth on your own.

Really, you didn’t fully know what this was supposed to be between the two of you. The first night, you had just figured it would be just that. The second night, it kind of threw things into question. Along with the odd tender moment shared between the two of you that felt much more than just this unnamed thing between the two of you. Yet, neither of you seemed to want to put a name to it, to say exactly what it was. Sometimes it ate at you, while in other moments you didn’t really care to dig into it.

The current night fell more toward the latter.

Dmitri could be hard to read sometimes, especially when things turned more physical. Sometimes it felt like the both of you were trying to scratch an itch that neither of you could get at otherwise, while other times it felt more intimate than that.

The look in Dmitri’s eyes was more amused than you were used to, currently, however.

The night had started slow, lingering touches and kisses coming across as more sensual. It hadn’t taken you a terribly long time to figure out where things were headed, and it had you responding in kind. Really, it had been a while and you couldn’t help the small building eagerness that started to drive your actions. Yet, Dmitri seemed to have his own plans, stopping your wandering hands from progressing too far with a frustrating sense of patience. His touches were the opposite, trailing along toward the parts you wanted him to touch the most before he would change course.

By the time you found yourself laying on your back on your bed, you had an idea on what he was trying to do.

Still, you found yourself shutting your eyes as Dmitri’s mouth pressed against the side of your neck. You parted your legs to let him lay between them, pressing his body against your own as he dropped his kisses down to the space that connected your neck to your shoulder. You ran your hands down his back, trailing your fingers over his spine before resting on his lower back. You lifted your hips somewhat, grinding yourself against the hardness of his cock through his boxers. Dmitri responded in kind, pressing himself against you and gave you a taste of the contact you were seeking. Yet, it didn’t seem to deter him too much from his slower pace.

Mercifully, however, he seemed to catch on to what you were wanting as he moved to pull your underwear down your legs. You shifted forward somewhat, spreading your legs a little more so you opened yourself for him a little more. The action pulled a small groan from him that almost dissolved into a chuckle at the end.

“You are very eager tonight.”

“You’re being a terrible tease,” you replied, taking in a short breath when you felt him press a finger along your folds and stopping to rub against a certain spot.

“You don’t seem to mind.”

“I’m starting to, actually…” you muttered, sounding half-hearted even in your own ears as you gently rolled your hips against his hand.

Dmitri kept his attention on your clit with his fingers, sometimes circling it in a way that had you gasping somewhat before he’d slow down with more deliberate strokes. He was close to what you needed, yet always a short ways off. It was slowly starting to kill you. All the while, he remained nearby, watching your reactions and you knew he would change up his motions if you showed too much of one.

You wanted to control your reactions, take him by surprise, yet you knew it was pointless. You had already been pent up and he was only making that worse.

So, it had you moaning outright when he finally inserted his fingers. The slight stretch was welcomed, his fingers pumping inside almost feeling like a relief. You gently rocked your hips against his movements, not wanting to give too much but also wanting him to touch just a little deeper.

You welcomed the kiss he pressed against your mouth as he leaned over, parting your lips for his tongue with a small sigh. You rested your hand against the back of his neck while you dropped a hand down toward his lower abdomen. At meeting no protest from him, you dropped that hand lower to palm at him over his boxers. The action pulled a small moan from him against your mouth, pressing himself a little harder against your hand. You started to stroke him somewhat, trying to match the pace he set with his fingers still inside you.

It was difficult to keep that up, however, when he curled his fingers somewhat to swipe against a spot inside you that shot little sparks of pleasure into your core. At the small whimper you let out, Dmitri took the time to pull back from the kiss somewhat to guide your hand away from where you were touching him.

“You want me to touch you?” you asked.

“Yes,” he replied, “But it defeats the purpose.”

“What would that be?” You might honestly just do what he wanted if it meant it would release the tension building in your gut.

“No matter how close you get, I’m not letting you cum tonight unless it is on my cock.”

“I-I’m more than ready,” you said, the combination of his words and another brush against that spot inside you almost making you moan.

“I know. You are soaking my fingers. I know you are more patient than this, though,” Dmitri replied.

You were patient in some sense, but this was certainly a test of that. Still, you couldn’t help but take in the sensations he was pulling from you, hitting just the right spots enough to really have you squirming somewhat. You could feel that familiar tension building toward that moment you were craving, Dmitri keeping up his pace with his fingers. You were left to grip one of your thighs and the bed when he moved further down so he knelt down at the edge of the bed.

Just as it felt like you were crawling closer to that edge, he slowly pulled his fingers out. You groaned somewhat, feeling your walls pulse in the absence as you let your head fall back somewhat in frustration. While a part of you wanted to tell him to stop playing around, you couldn’t help but admit that a small part of you was curious. What it would feel like to finally climax after you had been pushed toward that moment again and again. Yet, you knew there was only so much you could take. You figured there was only so much Dmitri could take, too, yet he was making a particularly good show of indifference at the moment.

So, you didn’t say anything when you felt him start to kiss the inside of your thighs, his hot breath against the sensitive skin there as he kissed his way further up. Very close, yet didn’t put his mouth on you just yet.

While the excitement from before was starting to ebb out, you knew the anticipation was putting a flutter to your stomach. The curiosity was keeping you playing along for the moment, yet you couldn’t help the way you wanted to buck your hips or at least touch yourself. Still, you let him do what he wanted for the moment.

Thankfully, it wasn’t much longer until Dmitri shifted one of your legs to settle against one of his shoulders before he bowed his head down. The feeling of his tongue dragging along your sensitive folds pulled a small sound from you, one of your hands coming down to rest in his hair. Moreso for something to hold, considering you doubted he’d let you guide him this time around. As much as you craved something deeper, the prodding of his tongue inside you was pleasurable enough.

Though, you weren’t too sure if it was a good thing if he had worked you up beforehand or not.

Your clit was particularly sensitive and begging for attention when Dmitri finally swiped his tongue over it, the feeling making your legs tense somewhat. The alternating between his tongue against your clit and the light sucking had you struggling not to grind yourself on his mouth, pulling a few drawn out gasps and moans from you. Though, the addition of another finger pushing inside you had you letting out a short cry.

“Dmitri–fuck…”

“Not yet,” he warned as he parted his mouth from you for a moment, watching you squirm somewhat at him pushing a second finger into you again.

“You’re…terrible,” you managed to get out around a small moan.

“If you could see yourself, you would understand why I do it,” he commented before reattaching his mouth to your clit again.

You moaned again as he sucked at your clit again, the combination of his fingers pushing you into that familiar territory again. The growing tension in your gut made you tighten your hold in his hair, moving your hips against him until you felt him press you down against the bed with his free hand. This was starting to become rather torturous, as much as you were feeding off the mounting pleasure he was giving you.

In particular, you could feel that pressure moving down toward your core as Dmitri kept his attention on your pussy. You let out a few moans, trying to keep your hips still as he curled his fingers somewhat, tongue flicking against your clit. You took in a short breath, feeling your walls start to twitch somewhat as you could feel yourself growing dangerously close.

Dmitri pulled back, removing his fingers from inside of you. You let out a small noise at the sudden absence, your walls twitching somewhat but you could already feel that sensation becoming less intense from the lack of stimulation.

“I want to cum so badly, please…” you muttered around a small breath as Dmitri stood up at the end of the bed.

“Not yet,” Dmitri repeated, shifting the last of his clothing down to release his hard cock.

He climbed back up onto the bed, crawling over you so he could press his mouth against yours in a hard kiss. You responded instantly, pressing back into the kiss with a small sigh as you wrapped your arms around the back of his shoulders, his body pressing against your own in a way that was somehow both not enough and a little overwhelming at the same time.

You lifted your hips somewhat, feeling his cock slide against your folds. The sensation pulled a moan from Dmitri against your mouth, him pressing back in return as he ground himself against you somewhat as you met his motion with another small roll of your hips. He parted from the kiss with a small inhale, letting out another short moan as you rubbed yourself against him again.

As much as the words were right on the tip of your tongue; how much you wanted to feel him inside you, thankfully you didn’t have to say anything at the moment. Dmitri shifted somewhat, you feeling the tip of his cock press against your entrance as you wrapped your legs around his hips somewhat. You let out a soft sound at him pushing inside, his cock stretching you open a little more with only a little bit of a sting given how wet you already were. While he could push in further with little resistance, Dmitri still went slower than he needed to.

Though, the feeling of his cock fully inside you was enough to where you didn’t feel the need to complain much. Still, you moved your hips against him, really wanting some movement. Dmitri rolled his hips against yours in turn, another somewhat slow movement as you tried to urge him to move a little faster. You were only met with a small, breathless huff in amusement and another small roll of his hips.

“I have never seen you so needy for me.”

“That is completely of your own doing–oh, fuck.” You cut yourself with a small gasp when he pressed into you with a bit of a harder thrust.

“You have been really good for me, just a little more,” he muttered into your shoulder.

You gripped a little tighter onto his shoulders as Dmitri’s thrusts became a little harder, setting a rhythm that was easier for you to follow. Still, despite that, you were still ridiculously close and each thrust of his cock rubbed against you in a way that made that fact hard to ignore. You really didn’t know how long ‘just a little more’ was in Dmitri’s mind, yet you tried your best to prolong your looming orgasm, trying not to move too much at points in increasingly poor attempts at trying to hold back.

Shutting your eyes for a few moments, you tried to focus on anything outside of that pressure building up in you again. It was rather difficult, however, as you could hear Dmitri panting in your ear, his increasingly frequent moans and the sounds of your bodies meeting together as he thrusts grew faster. You let out a small, strained noise almost as a warning–to yourself or him, you weren’t sure–as you could feel that light fluttering deep inside you.

The seconds almost seemed to drag on, each press of his cock against your walls and prod against that spot inside of you pushing you closer and closer to that edge. Dmitri’s thrusts were coming faster and deeper, the pleasure of those sensations making you moan and cry out more than you really had control over.

“Dmitri…” you moaned.

“I know,” he breathed, letting out what sounded like a curse in Russian.

Mercifully, it seemed like the moment you had been waiting for was not as far off as you had been feeling. After a few more seconds, as much as it felt like time was dragging on indefinitely in the moment, Dmitri let out a deep moan and lifted his head to look at you again.

“Cum for me,” he finally said, a command that took a few seconds to register but you were more than happy to oblige.

You started to move your hips in time with his own again, only having to really hold on for more than a few more thrusts before that building pressure finally moved further down. You pressed your head back against the bed as your pussy clenched around Dmitri’s cock, the rush of your orgasm washing out his short praises and comments as you did so. Nor did you really catch the moment when Dmitri buried himself deep inside you and came with a low groan into your neck. You moaned and whimpered a little as the effects of your orgasm started to ebb out, your walls still clenching and fluttering lightly as your mind seemed to return to you.

Dmitri still lay on top of you, his chest pressing against your own as he was catching his breath. You willed your legs to relax from where you still had them curled against his hips, which prompted him to shift to pull out of you before laying down against your side.

“You are okay?” he asked after a few moments, which made you nod lightly with a small chuckle.

“Yes.”

You placed your hand over the arm Dmitri slung across your middle, smiling softly at the feeling of him pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.

“I’ll get you back for this,” you muttered, feeling the tickle of Dmitri’s mustache against your skin as he grinned. “Just probably not tonight.”

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ravenclawbiologist-blog · 1 year

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I thought I was a Steve/Eddie's girl. Turns out I'm a corrupted Russian guard who's twice my age's girl.

When will much older men stop having such a hold on me?

I never fail to surprise myself, apparently.

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drmaddict · 1 year

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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."

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strangerthingslover69 · 2 years

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Your mother’s new husband

Dmitri Antonov + Female Reader

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ Swearing, smoking, & smut ~

This is not how you expected you life to be at all. Twenty six. Still living at home. Working a shit job to help your mum with the bills. Still somehow living in the wreck of Hawkins as the town and people begin to slowly build themselves again. And now? Well you most definitely did not expect yourself to be under your mothers new husband in bed. Let’s start of the beginning shall we?

Today was like any another normal Thursday. You got up at 7am, have a shower, brushed teeth, got dressed and went downstairs to have breakfast. Same breakfast as always. Peanut butter on toast, your favourite. You took your place at the dining room table like normal. Only for these last few months you’ve had an extra house member. Your mothers new husband. Your new step father. Dmitri Antonov.

Your mothers best friend Joyce had a package from Russia sent from her beloved Jim Hopper, rose from the grave. Your mother insisted for Joyce and Murray not to go on their own. So of course she invited herself along too. Even when Joyce and the kids moved away from Hawkins they kept in contact everyday. They did have a beautiful friendship. You loved your mother dearly but my god she liked to take over. Anyway long story short after Joyce and Hopper reunited and moved back to Hawkins your were even more surprised to see you mother with a man. Another one. You see your mum was a bit of, well to put it bluntly, a whore. You didn’t even know who your father was as there was three people in the line up. Yes three. Of course you were very wary at first as you had no idea who this stranger was and now he was living in your home. A month after he moved in they got married in secret. You were mortified when you found out. You were so angry that your mother did this. Brought this stranger into your life without knowing him properly. Was here here for a green card? Or did he actually care for your mother? Or was there any other reason? You really didn’t know. You acted more of a child than you should of but she just left you if the dark again. The day you found out you stayed in your room refusing to come out. You sobbed into your pillow as you felt let down by her again. There was a gentle knock at your door. ‘Go away!’ You shouted. ‘Y/N, please?’ You hear Dmitri’s voice on the other side of the door. ‘What do you want?’ You said sadly. He opened the door and his heart broke a little seeing your eyes all red and puffy. Tears still rolling down your face, chest breathing heavily up and down. Dmitri closed the door and sat next to you on the bed. ‘I, I am sorry. She told me you knew’ Dmitri begins to say. ‘She said you were happy to have a father figure in your life. I promise if I would of known how this would of made you feel I would of not married her’ he says his hand stroking your back. You looked up into his eyes, bottom lip still trembling. You didn’t know what to say, Dmitri’s words hit home a lot more than you expected. You can’t deny it was kind of nice to have him around. You talked a bit and did get on well, maybe he wasn��t the bad guy? ‘I, I’m sorry Dmitri’ you say as tears start to roll down your cheek again. Dmitri did not say anything, he only brought you in for a hug. This was the first time you two had been this close. You wrapped your arms around his neck and cried into it. Your chest pressed again his, his hand still stroking your back soothingly. He let you cry as much as you needed that evening. That evening you two got a bond. A bond that would never be broken Flicking through a magazine about New York’s new fashion trends whilst eating your toast you hear Dmitri and you mother upstairs. They were arguing. Again. You see as yours and Dmitri’s relationship became better, his and your mothers seemed to be getting worse. Your mother had sadly fallen back to her old ways. Before Russias rescue mission and Hawkins downfall your mother would go out every weekend drinking and bring a different man home. You had the unfortunate of your room being across from you mothers and hearing them. You listened to your walkman a lot. She swore to you after everything that had happened these last few months she would not become who she was. She lied.

One Friday last month your mother did not come home that night. Around 2am the phone rang waking you up, Dmitri answered. You opened your bedroom door and crept down the stairs listening in. ‘Who is this?’ ‘Excuse me?’ ‘You fucker’ ‘For fuck sake. *sighs* Yes I’ll be there in ten’ Dmitri slammed the phone down. You walked to the kitchen and saw him rubbing his eyes. ‘Everything okay?’ You asked in a quiet voice. Dmitri turned to you giving you a warm smile. ‘Yes, fine. Your mother. I, I have to go pick her up from, from a friends’ he says looking like he may want to cry. You know exactly what he means. ‘Do you want me to go?’ You ask walking over to Dmitri. He shakes his head, ‘No, no. You go back to sleep. I won’t be too long okay?’ He says placing a kiss on the top of your head. ‘Be careful’ you say hugging him, he hugs you back and rests his hand upon yours. You and Dmitri had become more close so hugging was comfortable and natural now. ‘I will, go on. Back to bed’ he says letting go of you. ‘Goodnight’ you say walking back upstairs. ‘Night’ Dmitri says as he puts his coat on. You fall back asleep no problem only to be woken up not even a hour later. You sit up and hear shouting from Dmitri and your mother. You try to ignore it only it’s difficult. You get out of bed and open the door slightly.

‘Кто, черт возьми, это был?!’ (Who the hell was that?!’) Dmitri shouts.

Neither you or your mother speak Russian so you have no idea what he is shouting.

‘I do not understand what the fuck you are saying!’ Your mother shouts back words slightly slurred. Yup she was drunk.

‘Ты сказал, что больше не пьешь!’ (You said you don’t drink anymore!) Dmitri shouts something out again.

‘Talk fucking English if you want to talk to me! I. Do. Not. Understand!’ You mother screams back angrily.

‘What is the point? You clearly have had a drink. After promising Y/N and myself that you wouldn’t. I get a phone call from another fucking man asking me to pick you up. From his house! From his bed! шлюха! (Whore!)’ Dmitri shouts. You’ve never heard him like this. You mother does not reply to him. You can hear her moving to the kitchen, most probably looking for more drink. You hear footsteps coming up the stairs, you peek your head out slightly and see Dmitri clearly upset. He stops on the landing catching his breath. He turns to your door and you quickly shut it before he sees you. You hear more movement from your mothers downstairs and then Dmitri’s bedroom slam shut. You climb back into bed hoping to somehow sleep

Things had not been the same since then. Your mother still goes out over the weekend. Does whatever she does and then calls Dmitri to pick her up. He always does. That’s the saddest thing of all. No matter where your mother was or what time he was calling he always got her. They wasn’t as much arguing as before. It’s like Dmitri had slowly come to accept his new life. He was suppose to have a better life here. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. ‘Morning sweetie’ you mother said beamingly as she made her way to the kitchen. ‘Morning mum’ you said with a smile. ‘Do you mind finding something to do later, you know, so you’re not at home?’ You mother asks pouring some coffee. You look up from your magazine. ‘Why?’ You ask. Your mother sits across from you. ‘Well some people are coming over. Work friends.’ She says taking a sip. ‘Oh Denise and Carol? Why do I need to go? I haven’t seen them in ages would be nice to say hi’ you say taking a bite out of your toast. ‘No not those friends sweeties. Having Gary and Dylan over. They are new. Going, going to show them the ropes’ she says smiling. You drop your toast down, it lands wrong way up but you don’t pick it up as it sticks to the plate. Your stomach churns and eyebrows raise. ‘W-why, why here? Why can’t you show them at the office?’ You ask stuttering. Your mother rolls her eyes. ‘You know why. C’mon sweets. I’ll give you some money so you can do whatever you want?’ She says finding her purse. ‘What about Dmitri?’ You ask. She looks up at you blankly, for a second you think she’s forgetting who Dmitri is. ‘Oh honey, he knows. Don’t worry’ she says handing you $60. You look at her not saying anything. She grabs your hand and pushes the money into your palm. ‘So I’ll see you Saturday okay?’ She says kissing you goodbye. ‘But mum, it’s only-’ you shout to her but she shuts the door and is gone. ‘It’s only Thursday’ you mumble to yourself. You don’t bother to finish your breakfast. Works pretty slow so the morning drags. On your break you decide to call Dmitri at work, just to give him a heads up about tonight. You didn’t know what your mother was planning on doing but you didn’t want Dmitri to see whatever he was.

‘Hawkins police this is officer Antonov how can I help?’ Dmitri says answering the phone

‘Hi Dmitri it’s Y/N’ you say

‘Oh hello Y/N. This is an unexpected call. Everything okay?’ He asks slightly concerned

‘Yeah all good. I, I was just wondering. (You can’t exactly blurt out what you thinks gonna happen with your mother and her ‘friends’ over the phone) I was, lunch. Want to grab some lunch?’ You ask hoping he will say yes. It will be much easier to talk in person

‘Sure, was about to go for lunch, I’ll come pick you up?’ He says grabbing his keys

‘Okay, sounds good. Thanks. See you soon’ you say hanging up the phone.

You were nervous to talk to Dmitri. You didn’t know what you were going to say or how you were going to say it but you needed to. Ten minutes later you see Dmitri arrive. You go outside and get in the car. ‘Well this was a nice surprise. My morning has been pretty shit to be honest. So thank you’ he says with a warm smile. Your heart drops to your stomach, surely you’re just going to make it worse. How can you tell him when he’s looking at you with such a warm kind smile? ‘N-no problem. I’m sorry you’ve had a bad morning. Wanna talk about it?’ You say putting on your seatbelt. ‘Don’t want to bore you don’t worry. What about that new drive through for lunch, it’s just opened? I don’t have too long so something quick will have to do’ he says pulling onto the street. ‘Sure, sounds great’ you reply. You can’t help but shift in your seat, you were feeling nervous and uncomfortable keeping this from him. You wanted to tell him but how could you? Dmitri noticed. ‘Hey, are you okay?’ He asks turning his head slightly to you. ‘Mmhmm. Fine’ you reply in a small voice. ‘Y/N, I’ve been living with you for some time now. I can tell when something is wrong’ he says pulling into the drive through. ‘What would you like, my treat?’ He asks. ‘Just a burgers good. Thanks’ you say quietly. Dmitri orders and parks up. He begins to eat as your fiddle with the wrapping of your burger. You look over to Dmitri surprisingly he’s already looking at you. ‘C’mon. Tell me what’s wrong’ he says taking a bite of his food. ‘Nothings wrong’ you mumble. Dmitri sighs and puts his food down. He turns slightly towards. ‘Y/N?’ He says. You don’t look up. You feel his fingers lift up your chin so you look at him. You flinch at his actions as they take you off guard. ‘I can tell you have something to say’ he says, his fingers not leaving your chin. He looks at you with those kind eyes and warm smile. You sigh. ‘You can’t go home tonight’ you say in a quiet voice. He looks at you confused. ‘Mum. She has, she has people over. She’s given me $60 to be out of the house till Saturday. I’m so sorry Dmitri’ you say as your eyes fill up. You close them so you don’t see his face. A tear rolls down your cheek, you feel Dmitri’s thumb wipe it away and stroke your cheek. ‘Y/N?’ He says in a calming tone. You reluctantly open your eyes. You look at him. He doesn’t seem to have any bad reaction. No anger in his eyes. He removes his hand from your face and sighs loudly. ‘I know. Gary and Dylan right? I, I heard your mother on the phone last night. She thought I’d fallen asleep on the sofa. I heard what she said. She told me it was a work thing but not those two men. She does not know I know. I would like to keep it that way. I, I have a room booked in a hotel for the next two nights.’ He says looking at his hands. You don’t reply straight away, you are shocked to hear. ‘You, you know?’ You whisper. Dmitri nods and turns to you. ‘I do. But I do not want her to know that I do. So I would be grateful if you did not tell her’ he says with pleading eyes. ‘But why? Why do you not want her to know? She’s, she’s cheating on you!’ You blurt out more loudly than anticipated. Dmitri rubs his eyes. ‘You think I don’t know that? She does not hide it well. I don’t think she cares anymore. I, I don’t think she loves me anymore’ Dmitri says sadly. ‘Dmitri, I, I’m sure she does. My mum. She just. It’s the alcohol. It makes her so stupid things. Really stupid. I am so sorry she makes you feel like this. You, you do not deserve it at all’ You say sighing sadly. ‘You are too kind Y/N.’ He says looking up at you with sad eyes but smiling still. You smile back. For a minute the whole world just stops as you look at one another. You’ve never realised how handsome he is

‘So what will you do?’ He asks snapping you out of your trance. You look at him confused. ‘I mean tonight and tomorrow?’ He asks. ‘Oh shit. I forgot. I, I don’t really know. I would stay with a friend but Eddies at a gig, Nancy and Johnathan are away for the week, Steve has a few dates lined up and Robin is working.’ You say wondering what an earth you could do. ‘Well -Dmitri clears his throat-, if you wanted. You, you could stay with me?’ Dmitri asks slightly nervously. You can feel your cheeks blushing, wait why are you blushing? ‘Are you sure?’ You ask hesitantly. ‘Of course. Can’t have you no where to go just so you mother can do whatever the hell she wants. I’m sure we can watch some movies, room service? How does that sound?’ He asks. Just you and Dmitri. Your step dad. Alone. You can’t help but get a tingly feeling all over your body. Your not sure why your reacting this way. ‘I’d love to. Thank you Dmitri’ you say with a smile. ‘No problem, now eat, we need to get you back to work’ he says with a smile. You tuck into your burger as he drives you back to work. You mind wanders to this evening. You realised you didn’t have any clothes. You’d have to go home regardless to pack.

The rest of the day goes quickly compared to your morning. Dmitri called you at work to ask if you could pick him up since Hopper needed the car in the garage, you said you would. Before picking him up you drive back home to pack some clothes for the next couple of nights. Luckily no sign of your mothers car. You decide to have a quick shower before packing you bags. You throw on your black skirt with a band tee, pairing with knee high socks and your vans. You pack your clothes, toothbrush, hairbrush, deodorant, all the essentials. Just as you zip up your bag you hear the door open downstairs and the sound of your mother laughing. Great. You put on your bag and make your way down. ‘Sweets. What are you doing here?’ You mother asks smiling through gritted teeth. You feel the two men staring at your legs as you come down the stairs. ‘Just packed a bag for a couple of nights. I’m out of here don’t worry’ you say going towards the door. ‘Boys why don’t you make yourself a drink, kitchens down the hall to the right’ she says with a flirty smile. You wanted to puke at the sight of your mother flirting with these strangers. She pulls your arm before leaving. ‘Where are you staying?’ She asks looking you up and down. ‘Just at a friends. They said I could stay on the couch.’ You reply back. Your mother smiles from ear to ear. ‘That’s great honey. I’m glad you can sort yourself out. Here’s another $40, maybe come back Monday?’ She says with a Cheshire Cat smile. You snatch the money and roll your eyes. ‘No problem.’ You say bluntly as your open the door. You turn back before leaving, ‘You know what? Dmitri doesn’t deserve this shit from you. He deserves someone better.’ You say slamming the door shut. She doesn’t even bother to come out after you. You drive to the station ready to meet Dmitri feeling infuriated by your mother and her actions. How can she chose to sleep around with men when she has Dmitri? He’s so kind and caring. Not mention he’s a very beautiful man, it hadn’t go unnoticed by you of course but he’s your step father, so those thoughts were hidden. As you park up you see Dmitri talking to Hopper each smoking a cigarette. Dmitri has changed into some more comfortable clothes, jeans and a top. You can’t help but stare as Dmitri brings the cigarette to his lips, he inhaled the sweetness of the nicotine his nostrils flaring slightly. He holds it for a minute then breathes it out, his chest heaving as he breathes out.

Dmitri sees you as he finishes his cigarette, you just staring blankly at him with an expression he’s not seen before. Hopper follows Dmitri’s eyes. ‘She okay?’ Hopper asks. ‘I think so, why do you ask?’ Dmitri says putting out his cigarette. ‘Listen man not my business but she’s looking at you like the way Joyce looks at me’ Hopper says. Dmitri turns to him raising his eyebrows, ‘Excuse me? Dmitri says surprised. ‘Like I said man. Not my place to say, have a good weekend’ Hopper says parting Dmitri on the shoulder. Dmitri picks up his bag and walks over to your car. You snap out of your trance when you see him walking over to the car. He opens the passenger door and throws his bag in the back. ‘Thanks for picking me up’ he says sitting down putting on his seatbelt. ‘No worries’ you say with a smile. You sit there for a minute in silence before Dmitri spoke. ‘So the hotel is about a forty minute drive, I’ll direct you or I can drive?’ He offers. ‘Maybe you drive, I’m not the best with directions. Dmitri chuckled and gets out of the car walking to your side. You climb over to the passengers seat, Dmitri notices your skirt lifting up, his eyes follow it as it lifts. He can see the outline of your lace underwear. He feels a twinge in his boxers. Both seated Dmitri starts to drive to the hotel. A minute of excitement and nervousness runs through you. ‘So where does your mother think you are, I presume you didn’t say with me?’ Dmitri asks turning to you slightly. ‘I told her a friends. She was happy I wasn’t staying long. Where did you say you were going?’ You ask. ‘Told her had to work away the weekend, don’t know if she believed me but either way she did not care. She was also happy I was not going to be there.’ Dmitri replies in a somewhat sad tone. ‘I told her she doesn’t deserve you before I left. I told her you deserved someone better’ you said. ‘You did? Well that was very sweet of you Y/N, I appreciate it’ Dmitri replies, his hand moved on your bare thigh giving it a little squeeze, it’s like it had mind of it’s own. You felt your cheeks blush at his touch, you could feel him pulling his hand away but you rested yours on top so he couldn’t move. You both turned to one another and face a small shy smile. You stayed like that the whole car ride. Dmitri turns into the hotel, ‘Sleepy Stays’ the sign read. It was nice looking, a large building with lots of windows and trees around. Definitely better than a motel but no five stars. He parks up and you reluctantly move your hand away so Dmitri can move his. Your not sure what is going on with you but you want his hand back on your thigh. You both get out grabbing your bags, we’ll you go to get yours but Dmitri takes it. ‘I can carry my own bag’ you say shutting the door. ‘I know but I would like to’ he says smiling. Gosh his smile is breath taking

You walk next to one another as you walk to the doors. It’s even nicer inside, light yellow walls, red flowers dotted around in vases, a fancy chandelier in the middle of the lobby. It was better than you anticipated. You both walk up to the front desk, the lady behind it gives you two a smile. ‘Good afternoon, we are checking in. The name is under Dmitri Antonov’ Dmitri says taking his wallet from his pocket. ‘Good afternoon sir, madam, I will just check that for you’ she replies typing on the computer. ‘Yes got you down here. King size bed with suite, will that be cash or card?’ You don’t hear what Dmitri replies as your heart is beating through your ears. You didn’t even think about the sleeping arrangement. A king bed? At least it’s big enough for you both. But what if you snore or drool in your sleep? What if you roll over and your next to him? What if- ‘Y/N?’ Dmitri’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. ‘Mmhmm?’ You reply, your unsure if words will come out of your mouth. ‘I said you ready?’ Dmitri replies grabbing the bags. ‘Oh, yeah sorry’ you reply. ‘Enjoy your stay Mr and Mrs Antonov’ she says with a smile. Dmitri nods back and you smile. Neither of you correct her. Y/N Antonov, you kind of liked that. Damn it snap out of it. He’s married. Married to your mother! Okay calm down. Dmitri presses the button as you wait for the lift to arrive. ‘You okay?’ He asks. You turn to him, ‘I’m good yeah, why? You okay?’ You reply far too quickly. ‘I’m good. Just checking, you seem, nervous?’ Dmitri says shrugging his shoulders. The lift door opens and Dmitri lets you go first. He presses number two and you start to go up. ‘Well, I am a little bit I guess’ you say twisting your fingers into one another. ‘Hey, there’s nothing to be nervous about, I promise’ he says with a reassuring smile. His tone of voice and smile help you calm. You make your way to the room and Dmitri unlocks it with the key. Again letting you in first. Of course such a gentleman. But also in the back of Dmitri’s mind he can’t help but look at your ass as you walk in front. It’s been a while since your mother and him were intimate due to her list of men. He couldn’t help but get excited as it wobbles a little as you walk. Dmitri’s thoughts remind him, calm down. Your married. To her mother. Stop this now.

The room is nice, same colour yellow as the lobby. The king size bed taking up most of the room, it looks very comfortable. There’s a small TV, two bedside tables, lamps and a painting of two people kissing above the bed. You quickly look away from that and go investigate the bathroom. ‘This is lovely’ you say walking in. ‘Sparkling clean for staters and look at this, a bath and a shower!’ You say excitedly. Yes you have a shower at home but the pressure terrible you couldn’t wait to try this one out. ‘I’m glad you like it, it is very nice’ Dmitri replies putting the bags down, he lays down on the bed and moans. Wait. What? You’re unsure if you heard that right but he does it again, it sounds fucking heavenly. ‘Y/N, this is the most comfortable bed I think I’ve ever felt. You must come try!’ Dmitri shouts to you in the bathroom. You make your way to the bed and see Dmitri laid in the end of it, arms stretched up behind him. You plop on the edge and lay down, not too close to Dmitri though. You can’t help but let out a small moan too. You cough to cover it but Dmitri heard you. He would do anything to hear it again. This damn bed was magic. Making you both moan as soon as you lay. What they hell was going on? ‘I have to agree. This is much comfier than my bed at home’ you say stretching your arms up sinking more into the bed. You close your eyes and just relax for a minute. Dmitri turns to you. He can’t help but stare at you. You truly are beautiful. You are beautiful just like your mother but you were a much more decent person. He watched the way your arms starched above your head causing your top to go tighter around you chest. He gulped at the sight of your chest constricted in that top. He’d give anything to take it off. He gulped nervously as he could feel something growing in his pants. You turn your head and open your eyes to see Dmitri staring at you. Your cheeks blush once again as did Dmitri’s. For a minute you both just stare into one another’s eyes, like it’s the first time you’ve truly seen each other. Dmitri clears his throat and sits up. ‘So erm room service, sound good?’ He asks getting up looking for the menu. ‘Yeah sounds good’ you say sitting up. Dmitri finds the menu as sits down next to you so you can both look at it. Your heart beats quicker as you feel his clothed leg rest on your bare leg, shoulders bumping into one another. Neither of you move away. ‘So, see anything you’d like?’ Dmitri says looking at the menu. You haven’t even looked at the menu yet, just at him, you unconsciously bite your lower lip. Uh huh you think to yourself. ‘What would that be?’ Dmitri says looking up at you. Shit you spoken out loud. He is surprised to see you staring at him, my god that lip bite. He can’t help but think how sexy you look. You quickly look down at the menu. ‘Oh erm, the, the- pizza!’ You shout pointing to it. ‘Sound good, I’ll order two pizzas and some beers?’ Dmitri says standing up to order the food. ‘Sure, sounds great. I’m gonna have a shower quick, if, if that’s okay?’ You say standing up. ‘Of course’ he says smiling. ‘Cool cool, won’t be too long’ you say rushing to the bathroom.

You close the door behind you and rest your head on the door. My god woman calm the fuck down. What had gotten into you? I mean yes this is the first time you and Dmitri had been alone. And yes you’d always found him attractive but he’s married. Once again to your mother! Not that she deserved him anyway. You push all thought aside as you focus on your shower, yes the lovely shower. You strip out of your clothes and step into the shower. Already the warm water helps you calm, the pressure feels so good too. There’s shampoo and soap already in the shower compliments of the hotel. You begin to massage to shampoo into your hair. It smells like roses and driftwood, very pretty. The smell of driftwood lingers more and your minds brought back to Dmitri. He smells of driftwood sometimes. You can help but think of him whilst you wash the shampoo out. You think of him in the shower washing your hair for you. You think he’d be gentle, washing it throughly making sure all the bubbles were gone. After your hairs all clean you begin to wash your body. You think of Dmitri and how he’d help you. Starting at the top working his way down. His hands lathering you in bubbles. Cleaning everywhere. Not missing a spot. Him going down on his knees in front of you, looking up at you with those deep blue eyes. Kisses on your inner thighs, him moving them apart so he can look at your bare. The water running down his body, his hair. He didn’t care. He was face to face with your bare beautiful pussy. You think about his lips. How they’d kiss your clit. How his tongue slowly click a stipe across your- ‘Y/N?’ Dmitri voice comes with a a knock on there other side of the door. You quickly open your eyes to find your hand has wondered down to your throbbing core, you hadn’t even realised what had happened. ‘Erm, yeah?’ You shout back quickly removing you hand. ‘Foods here’ Dmitri says. ‘Already? That was quick!’ You shout back washing the remaining bubbles. ‘You’ve been gone twenty minutes’ Dmitri days. ‘Oh shit, sorry, getting out now!’ You say turning off the shower. Your imagination got the better of you, how the hell were you suppose to face your step dad again after those intrusive thoughts? You get out the shower and wrap the towel around your body.

‘Oh fuck’ you mumble. With hurrying to get to the bathroom you’d forgotten your pyjamas. Wait. Fuck. You were in a rush you pack your bag you’ve just realised you didn’t actually pack any. There’s nothing you can do other than go out. You look in the mirror and take a deep breath before you open the door, you poke your head out and see Dmitri bent down in front of the TV flicking through the channels. You step out and approach the room. Dmitri hears you as he continues looking for something, ‘anything you enjoy watching most?’ He asks. ‘I don’t mind, erm, do. Do you have any pjs or something?’ You ask holding your towel tightly around your body. ‘Pjs?’ Dmitri says turning around to you. Fuck. Dmitri stands up straight and is taken back by seeing you just in that small towel. Hair wet running down your shoulders, towel hugged tightly around you so he could see your curves, the end of the towel resting on your wet thighs, he could see your nipples sticking through the thin fabric of the towel. Shit. He was done for. He gulped as he looked at your body up and down, he could not help it. ‘Dmitri?’ You say feeling very flustered. The way he’s looking at you gives you tingling feeling through out your body. ‘Hmm? Sorry. Pjs right. Erm, I don’t own any. However I have a spare shirt?’ He suggests pointing to his bag. ‘Yes please. Thanks’ you reply moving to grab his bag. You lean down a little to pick it up from the bed. Your towel rides up, your bare ass is out. Dmitri can help but look. He lets out a small moan at the sight of your ass. It looks even better than he thought. The moan doesn’t go unnoticed by you. You turn around shirt in hand. You can see Dmitri’s face is full of lust and excitement. You can’t help but bite your lip again. You don’t know what comes over you. If it’s the long looks. The touches here and there. Or just because you and him are finally alone but you decide fuck it. You walk towards him slowly until you stop right in front of him. You look right into his eyes tossing the shirt down. He watches it land down on the floor. Without saying any words your hands unwrap the towel around you, you drop it to the floor. Your heart races faster than it ever has

Dmitri does not say a word as he sees the towel drop to the floor. His eyes dart down to your bare body. It’s even more magnificent than he imagined. Dmitri falls to his knees in front of you, you’re unsure what he is doing. He picks up the towel and lifts it, ‘I think you dropped this?’ He says throwing it across the room. You watch as it darts across the floor, Dmitri’s hands make your head turn back. You feel his hands stroking the back of your legs up and down slowly sending goosebumps through your body. His hands stop when they meet your ass, he squeezes your cheeks causing you to gasp. You look down at him to see him smirking up at you. He leans in closer as presses his lips onto your stomach. He kisses along your hip bones, you can already feel yourself becoming wet. ‘Fuck’ you whisper. ‘Y/N, you have such a beautiful body’ Dmitri praises as his lips trail down lower. ‘So perfect. In every way’ he continues praising you as you feel his lips move down to the top of your thighs. ‘Such a pretty girl’ he says as he places a kiss on the part of your thigh that is right next to your thobbing core. You whimper as the almost contact. He looks up at you again with those deep blue eyes as he stops his face in front of your pussy. Looking like how you pictured him in the shower, only this time it’s really happening. He places a kiss on the top of your pussy. You can’t help but squirm as you need more. ‘Please Dmitri’ you whine. ‘Please what baby? Tell me what you want’ Dmitri says digging his fingers into your ass more. The new nickname baby melts you heart. ‘Please. Touch me’ you beg pathetically. You don’t care though. You need him to touch you. Dmitri doesn’t use his words to answer. His hand leave your ass and make there way to your pussy. He opens up your dripping wet lips. ‘ебать’ (fuck) he mutters under his breath. You moan loudly as you feel his tongue lick your wetness from your hole to your clit. Your body jolts at his movement, you hand moving to his hair to pull it. He moans as you tug his hair. He licks you again, agonisingly slow. Your body struggles to stand as his tongue licks up and down. ‘Need, need to lay’ you moan out. Dmitri gives one last long lick before standing up and walking to the bed. He lays down on his back, you look at him confused. ‘You said lay down no? Come here Y/N. I want you to sit on my face’ he says in a seductive tone. Fuck. You make your way over quickly not caring how desperate you look. You crawl onto the bed till you stop at his face. You swing a leg over so it’s on the top of his shoulder as you line your pussy up to his mouth. ‘так красиво’ (so beautiful) Dmitri says as you sit on him. You don’t know what he is saying but it turns you on even more.

Dmitri doesn’t waste another second, his tongue immediately finds your clit with no problem. He starts off slowly licking a figure if eight on your throbbing bud. You feel yourself becoming more and more wet, you’ve never been turned on so quickly. His moustache tickles you a little but you don’t mind, it’s a reminder of who is under you. You’re a moaning mess on top of Dmitri, his tongue picks up speed as his lips latch onto your clit and he begins to suck the tender skin. ‘Fuck’ you moan throwing your head back. You reach your hand out behind you and make your way down to Dmitri’s jeans. Your stop when you find his button and zip. You fumble around trying to undo it but can not. ‘Undo these, need, need to touch you’ you moan as Dmitri’s tongue circles your clit. Dmitri’s hands wonder down undoing his zipper and button. Your hand wonders back down as you meet the waistband of his boxers. You move your hand under and slowly graze the head of Dmitri’s cock. You move the pre-cum on his tip slowly. Dmitri moans in your pussy as he feels you touching him. The extra vibrations cause you to buck your hips into him. ‘Fuck Dmitri!’ You moan as you carry one moving your hips. Dmitri detaches his lips and looks up to you, ‘Ride my face baby’ he says before going straight back in, his tongue flat licking you up and down. You do as he says as you start to ride his face. You let go of his cock so you can balance yourself. His tongue feels so fucking good as you move back and forth on it, his moustache brushes past you clit from time to time causing you to moan loudly. The noises you were making anyone walking past would most definitely hear you but you didn’t care. This is what you’ve been craving for so long without even knowing. Your hands come to your breasts as you start playing with your nipples as you can feel that familiar feeling creeping up on you. You begin to move faster on Dmitri’s face as you ride his tongue. ‘Fuckfuck’ you moan. ‘Gonna, gonna - cum!’ You scream out as you feel yourself letting go and coming on Dmitri’s tongue, it’s the most intense and best orgasm you’ve had. Dmitri licks up all your cum as you slow down on him, you finally stop to catch your breath. Dmitri can’t help but give you small kitten licks. ‘Too, too much’ you say whimpering. After catching your breath you move one legs off Dmitri and fall back into the bed on your back. You’ve never had an orgasm that intense before, you feel a bit dizzy. Dmitri shifts so he is laying next to you, still fully clothed. He props himself up on his elbow as he moves your hair from your face tucking it behind your ear. You look up to him seeing his pupils so blown as he looks at you so lovingly. You can see his moustache, lips and chin are wet from you, it turns you on even more

You pull him by his top and bring him in for a much needed kiss. His lips are soft and just how you imagined. He’s gentle at first, taking his time. He does not to forget your first kiss anytime soon. He hopes it is not the last. As you kiss more it becomes more passionate, your hands start to roam his body, tugging his top for him to take it off. Dmitri breaks the kiss to pull his top off. He also finally takes off his jeans properly and his boxers. Now he is fully naked with you. You can’t help but admire his body. He looks fucking good. Nice toned body, little bit of hair leading down to…wow. His cock. It was big. You’ve not seen many but out of them all his is definitely the best looking one you’d seen. Dmitri sees you at looking him with fuck me eyes, he can’t help but feel smug. ‘Like what you see мой дорогой? (My dear) he asks smiling. You look up to meet his eyes, nodding and biting you lip. You open up your legs to invite him in. You see Dmitri’s cock twitch at the sight of your open legs. ‘Fuck me Dmitri’ you say propping into your elbows. Dmitri can’t move fast enough. His body pressed again yours, chest to chest. You bring your hands around his neck bringing him in for a kiss. Dmitri instantly takes control of the kiss, you open your mouth letting him enter his tongue. You can taste yourself still on him. The kiss becomes more sloppier and needier. You can feel Dmitri’s hard cock pressing on your stomach. You move your lips to kiss his neck, careful not to bite it no matter how much you want to. You hear Dmitri let out a low moan making you clench around nothing. ‘Please. Fuck me. Daddy.’ You say the last word with a smile on your face. Hearing you call him daddy makes Dmitri harder if that is possible.

Dmitri moves his hand down to toy with you sensitive clit. You moan at his back touch. ‘Such pretty noises from a pretty girl’ he says leaning down to kiss your neck. He finds the special spot instantly as he teeth latch on and suck it. You moan into him as your wrap your legs around his back pushing him closer. Dmitri lines up his cock to your pussy and slowly brings to insert it. You can’t wait, you move your feet and push down on his bum to push all his cock into you. ‘Fuck!’ You moan as Dmitri bottoms out. ‘So tight, ебать’ (fuck) Dmitri says as he fills you. His thrusts start off slow as he pumps himself in and out of you. You feel him reach places no one ever has. You know you’re not going to last long, Dmitri knows he’s not going to last long either. ‘Harder daddy’ you command as you dig your nails into his back. ‘My princess wants it harder does she?’ Dmitri says pulling all the way out before harshly pounding back in. ‘Fuck, yes!’ You moan, it stings a little but it feels too good for you to care. Dmitri starts pumping in and out of you hard and fast, you can hear how embarrassing wet you are for him. You moan in sync with one another and you feel your orgasm approaching. You clench around Dmitri making his cock twitch. ‘Fuckfuckfuck, gonna cum!’ You scream into Dmitri shoulder. ‘Cum Y/N. Cum on me’ Dmitri moans. You finally let go as your orgasm breaks. Your legs shake uncontrollably as you cum all around Dmitri’s cock. Dmitri is not far behind, you feel his cum fill your pussy up as he moans your name. There’s so much it begins to spill out of you but Dmitri doesn’t stop. It feels too fucking good to stop. Once Dmitri has done filling you up he lays in you still catching your breath. Your eyes meet and you both smile lovingly at one another. He leans down and kisses your lips, gently but with just as much passion. Dmitri slowly pulls out of you and let’s next to you, you feel his cum starting to pour out but are surprised when you feel Dmitri’s fingers pushing it back in, you moan as your still very sensitive and a little sore. ‘This. This is mine now. I can not let you go’ Dmitri says as his fingers push the cum in. Your stomach flutters at his words, demanding yet but sexy as hell. ‘I’m all yours daddy’ you say pushing his hand further up in you. He brings you in for another kiss

You don’t know what the future holds, you and your step dad had just crossed a big line. A big one. You’re both betrayed your mother. But neither one of you are thinking about that as Dmitri holds you in his arm tracing circles. Right here. Right now. This moment is perfect

#dmitri antonov fanfic #dmitri x reader #dmitri antonov x reader #hot daddy #dmitri antonov #dmitri stranger things #strangerthings #smut #stranger things smut #enzo x reader #enzo stranger things #dmitri stepdad #stranger things

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sweeter-innocence-fics · 1 year

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Summer Fic Week 2023 - Day 6: Find Your Own Way Back Home

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov x Reader

Work Summary:

It's summertime, and Dmitri finally has a place of his own. When he goes to pick up his things from Hopper's place, he's not expecting to find you there, recently dumped and looking so pretty in a sundress.

Dmitri x Hopper's daughter!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1820

Read on AO3.

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Notes:

warnings for age gap, daddy kink, dbf!dmitri, reader is hopper's daughter, one of the nastiest things I've ever written No details are specified so reader could be an adopted daughter.

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Summer was drawing to a close, and Dmitri couldn’t have been happier about that. He was sweating. Even though the A/C in his car was at full blast, he still felt like he was melting. As he pulled into Hopper’s driveway, the beaten up old Chevy he’d managed to get for pretty cheap protested. It seemed to hate the hot weather almost as much as he did.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and then got out of the car. Hopper had lent him a spare key, but he didn’t need it. The front door was unlocked.

That was strange. No one was supposed to be home.

“Hello?” he called out, stepping into the kitchen.

“Dmitri?”

He spun on his heel and almost lost his balance. He put his hand on his heart. “You scared the life out of me.” You were standing in the doorway to the living room, wearing a sundress that fell to just above your knees.

“Hey, you’re in my house. What are you doing here, anyway?”

Dmitri tried to avoid looking at your chest. It had been difficult to live here, with his only friend’s very pretty daughter wandering around in tight summer clothing. It had been half the impetus to move out. Most nights, he would have a cold shower before bed and try not to think about how pretty your tits would look with his cock between them.

“I am here to pick up the last of my things. Your father said there’d be no one home.”

You frowned, as if suddenly remembering something. “Right. Well, if you need me, I’ll be eating a pint of Ben & Jerry’s in the living room with all the blinds closed.”

“Wait,” he said, in spite of himself. “What’s wrong?”

You sighed. “I was supposed to be going out with my boyfriend today, but he dumped me last night. Said he thought he could do better than me, now that he’s got a fancy new job.”

“What a stupid boy,” he said. “You are way out of his league.” He had met your boyfriend a few times while he was living with you and Hopper. He had always disliked him. He was rude and ungrateful and clearly didn’t respect you.

“… Thanks, Dmitri.”

“I’m serious.” Dmitri didn’t know what had gotten into him. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was the way that the cleavage of your sundress dipped so low that he could see your breasts rise and fall with every breath. He saw the frown on your pretty face and he thought he’d go to the ends of the earth to wipe it off. “You’re so beautiful, and smart, and funny. He was nothing.”

You nibbled on your lower lip. It was a habit that he found charming on you, although it probably would’ve been annoying on anyone else. It helped that you were so pretty.

“You really think so?”

“Of course, I do. If I were twenty years younger…” He trailed off, wondering where the line between friendly banter and him getting in trouble was, and realising that he’d probably already crossed it.

“Well, for what it’s worth, you wouldn’t have to be twenty years younger.”

His heart was racing. Did that mean what he thought it meant? He said your name like a warning, and watched the goosebumps stand up on your arms, despite the heat.

“You’re too cute for your own good, you know that?” He put a hand on your shoulder, in a gesture that could’ve been construed as friendly, but definitely wasn’t.

What was he doing? Hopper was going to kill him. Still, he couldn’t help but slide his hand further down the inside of your arm, letting the back of his hand brush against your breast. He felt you shiver.

“Dmitri?” You said his name breathlessly.

You turned to look at him with those big doe eyes of yours, and he had to fight to stop his erection from straining against his pants.

“Your boyfriend is an idiot,” he said in a low voice. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“Oh yeah?”

This close, he towered over you. He cupped your breast through your dress, thumbing over your nipple. That drew a gasp from deep inside you.

“You going to give daddy a taste?” He nosed along your jawline, moustache tickling you.

You nodded shakily. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” His grip on your breast tightened.

“Yes, daddy.”

Without another word, he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder. You made an undignified squeak as he carried you up the stairs to your bedroom.

He kicked the door shut behind him and lowered you onto your bed. Before you had a chance to react, he grabbed you by the hips, rolling you over onto your hands and knees.

“Pretty girl,” he murmured, sliding up your dress. “I want to eat your pretty little pussy. Can I?”

“God, fuck, yes,” you groaned, leaning forwards on your elbows in a way that let your dress ride up even further.

“Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.” He slid your panties to the side, admiring the little damp spot on them. He skimmed his thumb through your folds and found you unbelievably wet.

“Please don’t tease me,” you moaned.

Dmitri chuckled. He leant back and pulled his t-shirt off over his head. “Are you gonna beg for it?”

“Please, daddy,” you begged. “Please, I’ve wanted this for so long. I want you to make me cum.”

He was rock hard in his shorts. Your voice was going straight to his cock. “How long?”

“Since we first met.” You turned your head to the side, looking at him over your shoulder. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”

“Well, it would be cruel of me to keep you waiting any longer,” he said, and dove in, spreading you open with his fingers and pleasuring you with his tongue.

“Daddy,” you gasped, “oh, fuck, daddy.”

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Letting me play with you like this?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He leant in closer, moustache brushing against your inner thighs. He ate you out ravenously, motorboating your pussy and sucking your clit into his mouth.

You didn’t know how much longer you could last.

“Can I cum please, daddy?”

“Yes, cum on daddy’s face, princess.” You closed your eyes and felt your pussy clench, a fresh wave of fluid being lapped up by Dmitri’s tongue. “Good girl. Good girl.” His voice was a low hum, sending pleasurable vibrations through you.

You slumped forward, overstimulated, but Dmitri wasn’t done with you yet. He grabbed your leg and rolled you over onto your back.

“Daddy?” you murmured, sounding a little dazed. Dmitri didn’t respond, instead kicking off his shorts and boxers. He shifted closer, letting his hard cock fall against your pussy.

“You want daddy’s cock, princess? You want daddy to make you feel real good?”

You eyed his cock nervously. It was longer and thicker than any you’d ever seen in real life. “Will it fit?”

“Daddy will make it fit, princess, don’t worry about that.” He pulled at the straps of your dress, letting them fall, and then he grabbed at the front, pulling it down until your breasts were exposed.

Thick, searching fingers found your hole, breaching the perimeter and stretching you open. You let out a deep sigh as he probed around inside you, looking for your g-spot. With his free hand, he pushed your thigh up so that your knee was in the air, and that gave him the leverage he needed to press his fingers to the sweet spot inside you.

“Right there, daddy. Right there,” you panted. He kept fingering you, rubbing at that spot. “I want more, daddy, please. I need your cock.”

You closed your eyes as he pulled your panties down and tossed them away. You felt his cock slap against your entrance. You hadn’t been exaggerating earlier when you’d asked if it would fit. He was big. As he slipped the head in, you let out a deep groan.

“You like that, don’t you? You like it when daddy splits you open on his cock?”

You nodded, unable to find words. He slid in a little deeper, pushing the air out of your lungs. You grabbed his shoulders, fingernails digging into the skin as you threw your head back.

“More, please, daddy.”

Dmitri chuckled again. “You’re daddy’s little cockslut, aren’t you? You love being fucked.”

“I love being fucked by you, daddy.”

He slid all the way in, drawing a gasping moan from you. Without giving you time to adjust, he pulled back and then pushed back in, making your toes curl.

He fucked you like that, harsh and consistent, making your breasts bounce with every thrust. He held onto your breast hard enough to bruise, and the other hand was tangled up in your dress, dragging you back against him with each motion.

“Daddy,” you squeaked, “ah, ah, ah, daddy, fuck.” Little gasps and moans felt from your lips, which only seemed to spur him on more. He fucked you harder and deeper until you felt lightheaded.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He buried his face into your skin, breathing you in.

“Cum for me, princess,” he groaned. “Cum for daddy.” With one last, deep moan, you clenched hard around him, your back arching. “Feels so good. So fucking tight.”

You came hard, letting him fuck you through your orgasm. When you let out a little whimper, he pulled out of you. You opened your eyes to see him leaning over you, still on all fours, one hand wrapped around his cock.

“Tell daddy to cum, princess.”

“Cum for me, daddy, please cum for me.”

That was all it took. Thick ropes of cum splattered all over your sundress, which was bunched up around your middle. Dmitri swore loudly and sat back on his heels.

Neither of you spoke for a very long moment. Then Dmitri stood up and left the room. You felt your heart sink. Was that it? Was he leaving you now?

But a moment later, he returned, a washcloth in hand.

“Here,” he said, handing it to you. With his help, you pulled off your messy sundress and wiped all traces of cum off your skin. When you were clean(ish), he cleared his throat gruffly. “I should get going before your dad gets home.” You groaned, but you knew he was right. He turned away from you and grabbed his boxers. You watched him slowly began to dress himself. “But, uh…” He spoke shiftily, without looking at you. “You should come visit me in my new place sometime.”

“Dmitri…” You touched his arm, turning him around to face you. Kneeling up on the bed, pressing your naked body against his half-clothed one, you kissed him. “I’d love to.”

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Notes:

Preview of tomorrow's fic: Sequel to my Pietro Maximoff fic Leave Me In The Deep End.

#dmitri antonov x reader #enzo x reader #dmitri antonov smut #dmitri antonov x you #summer fic week 2023

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skvlly-idk · 1 year

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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.

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lemonflavouredchaos · 1 year

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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.

#enzo smut #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri enzo antonov #stranger things #dmitri stranger things

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dmitriantonovslut · 2 years

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NSFW Alphabet-Dmitri “Enzo” Antonov

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Is much older than you, so definitely loves to baby you after sex, will clean you up, run a bath or shower for you, will lay your head in his lap

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part is definitely his arms. Being a Russian prison guard wasn’t exactly a cake walk and he’s soooo muscular and he loves it because he knows he can overpower you (nudge nudge wink wink). His favorite body part of yours? He’s definitely an ass guy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He doesn’t mind getting messy, but he definitely prefers to cum inside you or down your throat. He likes seeing you take him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves talking dirty to you in public in Russian. No one knows what he’s saying, you can only pick out half of what he says, but it turns him on saying nasty stuff to you in public and no one can understand what he’s saying. Would also loooove keeping a pair of your panties in his wallet.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

As experienced as the next person. Isn’t innocent or a virgin by any means, but hasn’t had a large amount of sexual partners either, but he knows how to please you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary because eye contact for him is just >>>>

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Tends to stay more serious in the moment, but not to the point where you’re scared you’ll embarrass yourself during it

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Not completely shaved, but well groomed

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

This man is a charmer on the streets and in the sheets. Will whisper all these sweet nothings in your ear while he’s shoving his full length inside you as hard as he can, and would definitely leave sloppy, intimate kisses all up and down your body no matter what position you’re in

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Would much rather just fuck you, but will jack off on the phone with you or to a picture of you if you’re apart for a good amount of time

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Man definitely has a breeding kink. Would also love pulling your hair. He’d also be into slapping and choking, but only if you were comfortable with it

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Tends to like doing it with you in the bedroom, it’s really intimate for him there, but would definitely love car sex from time to time

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Mini. Skirts. Wear something that shows off your thighs and hugs your ass and this man will literally not know what to do with himself, man will get hard on the spot

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Despite having a slapping and choking kink, would never ever leave a mark on your body other than hickeys where no one can see them.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves receiving head and would definitely face fuck you if you let him, but loves eating you out even more, and he’s soooo good at it to, he could tease you for hours and would give you three orgasms before ever trying to get himself off.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Would start off slow and sensual, but as you both get more heated and turned on, he would definitely get faster and rougher with you as you both get close to an orgasm

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Typically prefers to fuck for hours and hours and tease you in the bedroom, but would absolutely be down for a quickie somewhere semi-private but still taboo

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Loves trying new stuff with you in bed. Will typically stick to his usual positions and favorite ways of pleasuring both of you, but is always game to try new positions or spicing things up in the bedroom like tying you up or blindfolding you

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Can last for hoursssss and can go for two or three rounds, especially if he spaces out his orgasms with teasing you and steamy makeout sessions

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Definitely is not a guy who likes using toys. Would use a vibrator on you if you wanted him to, but really prefers to pleasure you himself and prides himself on being able to always do so

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man loves to tease you. He loves seeing you squirm because of him, and will do this to you for hours until you are literally begging him to let you cum

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Isn’t super vocal, and definitely isn’t loud, but like I said before will whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and the faster and harder he slams into you, especially when he’s close to an orgasm, his breathing will get really heavy and will occasionally let a deep groan escape from his lips, especially if he’s fucking you in doggy style

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Loves to smack your ass in public. It turns him on to see you get all flustered when he slaps your ass in front of people, especially if it’s in front of your friends

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Man is packing. 8 inches when he’s hard. Doesn’t rely on his size in bed though, knows how to use it and he uses it welllll

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Above average for a man his age, but nowhere near as high as yours. But he’ll usually initiate things

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually doesn’t fall asleep very soon after. Always makes sure you’re cleaned up, given aftercare, and fallen asleep before he even tries to go to bed

#stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things four #stranger things fanfiction #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri x reader #dmitri enzo antonov #dmitri stranger things #enzo x reader #enzo stranger things

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odetodilfs · 2 years

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Third to the mix

Now now, this was one of my first smuts I've every written, so apologies if this this isn't as high quality, but hey. Pairings: dom! top Dmitri Antonov (Enzo) and Jim Hopper x sub!bottom male reader Includes: degrading and scent kink, threesome and some slight overstimulation, brat taming.

You and Jim had been going out for a while now, and you had talked about how both of you wanted a threesome, but you couldn’t find a man willing to do it. All that until a man called Dmitri showed himself.

He was a very attractive man, blue eyes, a mustache, probably in his 30s or 40s and he was willing to fuck Jim and you.

You opened the door for him and here he was, a little small talk took place to make things less awkward. You talked about your day and so on. This whole thing was no strings attached, after this you and Jim would keep dating and Dmitri would go off into whatever he wanted.

“Well,” said Jim, impatient for some action and showing his bulge as if to prove it, “let’s get started?” you instinctively fell on your knees for the stronger men, as they sat together, you undressed both of them, until they were naked, they stripped you too, you eyed their bodies, so different from one another yet so hot. Jim on his side had a little belly, with some nice body hair, he had the typical dad look, and a mustache on his face, Dmitri had a clean shaved body and a toned physique, it was clear he worked out a lot.

Both the men were next to each other, the prominent bulges in their pants, waiting to be serviced, you were on your knees,

“Let’s take out our cocks, trust me, he’s such a good cocksucker” Jim said, you unzipped their pants, lord, they were big, the hot, musky scent of a man’s groin didn’t take long to get to you, now you were here, your face mere inches away from these two cocks waiting to be serviced by you. You took Jim’s first and put it in your mouth, he tasted so fucking good, lord, his precum tasted amazing in your mouth and you were slowly starting to suck on the dick. Dmitri’s cock was in your hand as you slowly started stroking it.

“God- fuck yes- suck on that dick- said Jim as you kept going deeper down on his cock. You decided to wait a bit and switched to Dmitri, he tasted so fucking manly, he tasted incredible, you let yourself get lost in the taste, maybe you slacked off a bit too much… you felt a light slap across your face.

“Go on cocksucker, I just saw what that mouth can do, do it on me” said Dmitri, pulling you out of your euphoria. You did the same maneuver as you did with Jim, occasionally switching between their cocks.

But the monotony got boring for them, they stood up,

“You are so fucking hungry for cock” Jim said as he shoved his cock in your mouth, so deep, you gagged slightly,

“Go on, good boy, choke on that dick, agh fuck yeah! That throat just massages my cock!” he said, Dmitri put his cock near your mouth, Jim withdrew until only the head was properly in your mouth, then Dmitri pushed in, you were overwhelmed, your own dick was so hard, you had these two studs’ cocks in your mouth, when you thought it couldn't get any better, they started calling you names.

“Fuck, such a slut for cock” Dmitri said as he slowly fucked your mouth, feeling his tip against Jim’s.

“Yeah, he loves cock, he just can’t get enough!” Jim carried on Dmitri’s sentence.

“God, I’m close” Dmitri said,

“You want him to stop? He can’t ask you if you want to stop with a dick in his mouth” he looked at you, talking to you “is that so?” he asked teasingly, you nodded as he was right, you couldn’t speak with cock in your mouth, you were theirs to use.

“Nah, I’m a multiple rounds person�� he said, his breath increased, Jim took his cock out of your mouth as he jerked off watching Dmitri fuck your mouth as he screamed.

His cum flooded your mouth, it went down your throat, spilt from your mouth on your chest, a bit of his cum fell onto your cock, you were about to explode and you hadn’t even touched yourself. These two men had almost made you cum, they were right, you were a slut for cock, and you loved that. But you were so thirsty for Dmitri’s cock, you kept him in your mouth, milking his cock, cleaning it, trying to get as much of his cum as possible.

“Fuck, hey, I just came you can pull o- ahhh- yes-” he said, as your mouth almost gripped his dick.

“Agh- fuck- stop- ah-” he moaned “Jim- please- ah- help him get off me-” he pleaded, Jim got up and between both of them they pulled you off, you were left with more want for cock.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, not following orders…” Jim said, your cock twitched, you wanted to see your punishment already, “good sluts follow orders and get rewarded…. bad and naughty boys need to be punished” he said, you felt like he owned you, he did, he had such a hold on you, “a good throat fuck shall be your punishment” he said, shoving his cock down your throat, you gargled, choked and slobbered on his dick like crazy, and he just fucked your throat mercilessly, Dmitri would occasionally go and encourage Jim, “yeah fuck that throat!” or things like that. Jim’s breathing got heavier as he shoved the whole cock into you, your nose on his pubes, smelling that hot musk, his masculine scent, as cum filled your mouth, this time it went straight down your throat, you tried to cling onto his dick, but he pulled you off to fast.

“What happens now?” you asked.

“Oh, we’re gonna fuck you, so damn hard” Jim said, his cock almost in your face, him sitting on the couch.

“Yeah, and we’re gonna spread you so far open” Dmitri joined in.

“We’ll make you scream like a slut, our slut” Jim said, enjoying degrading you, but with a certain care.

“Would he be able to scream with a dick in his mouth?” Dmitri asked, further teasing. Jim grinned, “No he won’t” he chuckled “and don’t worry if he cums, he can go many rounds too, but he gets so sensitive after blowing, it’s so hot fuck the living crap out of him when he’s like that, screaming and begging for it like a bitch in heat” Jim said. “I’ll make sure to make him cum so hard” Dmitri joined in

“What do you say?” Jim asked you.

“Thank you,” you answered.

“Thank you for what?” said Jim, grinning, the way couples tease each other.

“Thank you for making me your slut and allowing me to worship you and your cocks” you said, you felt so dirty, but you loved it.

“Good boy, now let’s start fucking you” Jim said, grinning.

Jim went first, he went down on your ass and started licking it. You shuddered and were about to moan when something blocked your mouth, it was Dmitri’s cock, you started to suck on it, both ends of you filled with overwhelming pleasure. Your head was between Dmitri’s thighs, you could smell every scent the man had, as he assaulted your throat, you were lost in this space as you felt something deep in your ass, it was Jim’s index finger, but you wanted more, so you sucked more of the finger in with your ass.

Jim and Dmitri lifted you up and sandwiched you between them, your head pressed against Dmitri’s chest, you eyed his nipples and started sucking them, burying your head in his chest. You sucked on them but were pulled down by him and you got back on his dick, jerking it off, sucking it, still savoring him and getting fingered, the sensations were incredible as you were being filled both ends.

Jim slipped in 2 more fingers, you were in heaven, he curled them into your prostate, making you moan on Dmitri’s big, hard cock, which only encouraged him to throat fuck you even harder, just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, you felt Jim’s lips on your ass, now stretched out from his fingers, his beard in contact with your tender hole,this was too much for you, you screamed in pleasure, but you couldn’t hear it, you just moaned on Dmitri’s cock, still in your mouth and you started cumming on the floor, you were releasing such a huge load, Jim started licking even faster and Dmitri skull fucked you even faster, Jim continued eating your ass out as the other guy buried your nose into his pubes, you just inhaled his smell with his cock deep in your throat, if you could’ve came again, you definitely would have.

Jim diverted his attention on your ass while he went to get more lube, Dmitri finally pulled on you off his cock and you managed to see how Dmitri lubed his cock up, as he put it on that massive rod of his, you watching on your knees, this was the cock that was about to fuck you.

Jim got on the couch, your head between his thighs now, goddamn, such a hot man.

You started to suck on Jim’s big cock, you felt a pressure against your ass, Dmitri’s cock slowly started going in, you tried to scream but Jim was holding your head down on his own cock, “Fuck, so tight, such a slut yet so tight” Dmitri said, “Yeah, he’s always tight somehow” Jim replied, his cock still in your throat, you were in heaven as you sucked on the dick. Dmitri was balls deep now, you barely felt anything as you were a bit deprived of air from Jim’s cock, but your ass felt so good.

Dmitri slowly thrusted, he was as big as Jim and his cock brushed against your prostate sending intense pleasure all across you, you kept nursing Jim’s cock, it felt so good to pleasure these two men, be their fleshlight, their slut. Dmitri was speeding up now and your cock was as hard as ever, his cock was deep in your ass, you moaned and moaned on Jim’s cock. You felt Jim shift, “Rim me, babe” he said, you went straight down to his hot ass and licked at the hole, god, if they kept this up you were going to cum again, you licked and pushed your tongue in, Jim’s hole a tiny bit more stretched out than normal because you also topped him sometimes too.

You kept licking, sucking up all the musk and sweat as Jim jerked his cock. Dmitri was pounding into you, you moaned into Jim’s ass, Dmitri was steadily fucking you, your ass had got used to the large dick, now Jim let you switch between his ass and cock, you savored that hot, salty taste of his and nursed his cock and ass while Dmitri was tearing your own apart. “Fuck, keep doing that, don’t stop-” Jim said, letting you play with his cock. Your pleasure didn’t allow you to speak, Dmitri’s breathing got heavier as he pounded you, then you felt him grunt, and a hot, liquid sensation inside you, fuck, he was filling you up with cum while you were eating out Jim, holy fuck, you couldn’t take any more, you moaned into Jim’s ass as you came, Jim moaned feeling the vibration at his asshole. Dmitri pushed your head up and buried it into Jim’s armpit, the smell turned you on so much and you quickly started licking at the slightly hairy pit.

“Fuck yeah” you heard Dmitri say as his load dripped out of your ass, your ass spent, goddamn, your ass was wrecked, but you knew very well this wasn’t the end of it.

Jim sat up and Dmitri switched into the couch, exposing his ass to your mouth, goddamn you were gonna enjoy this. Jim slowly started pushing into your ass, already stretched, “Fuck, so stretched out, you’re such a slut” Jim said, you tried to moan but your face was lapping at Dmitri’s tight asshole, you licked it and he moaned, the taste made you float to heaven as Jim’s dick fucked your ass and rubbed your prostate with his dick. He was so big, he fucked you faster now, you got easily used to his dick but you wanted more, you wanted it harder, “Fuck me harder!!” you asked, begging, Jim just laughed and sped up, Dmitri shoving your face into his ass and you lapped at the scent of sweat and the smell of Jim’s musk, you probably smelled like his ass now, it was so hot.

Jim kept pounding you mercilessly, calling you a slut and a cum whore, he was right, right in the middle of the fuck you felt that pleasure again, and you came on the floor once again, you felt Jim laugh softly, “Dmitri, jerk him off” he said, maliciously. Dmitri stood up and both of the men started laughing as you writhed and wormed in the pleasure of your sensitive dick being stroked and your ass still being fucked, you moaned loudly, “You’re a fucking slut” said Dmitri, with a grin,

“Say it” said Jim, there was no saying “no” “I’m a fucking slut!” You managed to moan out as your sensitive dick was now being stroked hard and your ass fucked ten times harder “Louder! Fucking yell it!” said Jim, you gathered air and you felt it again, you screamed “I’M A FUCKING SLUT!!!” As you shot gallons of cum into the air, this was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had, Dmitri still jerked you off, the men laughing maliciously, you were loving it, the pleasure was overstimulating you. You kept moaning louder and louder. Dmitri stopped and you gasped very loudly, coming down from that immense pleasure, but your ass was still being fucked hard by Jim.

Then quite suddenly, Jim screamed and started to fill your ass up with his juicy cum, he stayed a second inside you, panting as he recovered, he smacked your ass and said “Good fucking boy” as he pulled out and you felt his cum running down your leg, this made you very horny and you continued to suck on Dmitri’s cock until he also screamed and came into your mouth, you savored his slightly salty load and swallowed it.

“Fuck, that was awesome,” Dmitri said, panting,

“Yeah, did you like it too babe?” Jim said

“Of course I did!” you said happily.

After some goodbyes Dmitri left and you were alone with Jim again,

“You were so good dear, wanna go upstairs and cuddle?”

“Yeah, sounds good” You fell asleep in his arms as he apologized if he was a bit rough.

#jim hopper #jim hopper x male reader #dmitri antonov #dmitri antonov x male reader #dmitri antonov x jim hopper #hopper smut #jim hopper smut #enzo smut

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iluvroc · 8 months

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Hey Y’all back on tumblr after a LONG while, looking for suggestions on what to write next. I mainly do ->

Stranger things

The walking dead

Chilling adventures of Sabrina

Harry Potter

Spider verse

Overwatch

Tlou

I’m also up to new or different things :)

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canadiansummer · 1 year

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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.

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

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sagesiove · 2 years

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𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚟 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

[Ch𝟷] - 𝚂𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚏𝚏'𝚜 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚗

CW: Violence & Death, Guns, Sexism, Mild Language

Hawkins, Indiana, 1985

You stand in the control room alongside Joyce, horrifically watching Hop and Grigori fight down below by the spinning generator. Multiple times you have seen heads close to the moving parts, or limbs. You struggle to watch as Jim finally pushes the Russian into the machine, evaporating completely with little to no evidence of gore.

It churns and vibrates as the gateway slowly grows larger. You know you have to do something before it gets the chance to fully break away from the possibility of sealing it back up. Joyce grabs your attention, tapping you on the shoulder.

“These… Buttons. They must do something.” She motions her hands frantically.

You eye the panels up and down, laced with buttons. You then notice that two panels with a keyhole each lie in front of the windows. You bite your tongue.

“This is what he was talking about… Smirnoff, the keys. They’ll destroy the machine.” You add, pulling the silver keys out of one of your pockets and handing one to Joyce.

“If we destroy the machine, what happens to Hop?” She frowns.

“Just get the keys in position.”

You both take one panel each and insert the key, making sure not to turn it.

“He has to get back up here. There has to be a way before we do anything.” She says.

You eye the electricity bouncing off of the machine and the metal railings, leaving just enough room for Hop to stand behind it safely.

“There’s no way, he’ll die. The current is too strong.”

You look down at his dishevelled state, but somehow, he’s still smiling. He nods at Joyce and then at you.

“He’s giving us the go-ahead, Joyce.” You inhale sharply.

She chokes, tears forming in her eyes.

“He knows we have to do this. We’re doing it to save the kids, to save Hawkins. We all knew that before coming here, Joyce,” You press.

She hangs her head low and her breath hitches.

“No matter the outcome.” She bites her lip.

“No matter the outcome.” You nod and repeat softly.

You watch her hand grasp the key and look out towards Hopper one last time. You feel the emotions start to take over your own body.

“On 3.” She murmurs. You nod.

One.

Two.

Three.

You turn the key roughly. Not long after, the floor below you vibrates. You glance over at Joyce who has her eyes closed before a blinding light hits the both of you, the groaning sound of mechanical parts filling your ears. You squint your eyes shut as you stabilize yourself on the panel.

Like a flash of lightning, the brightness is suddenly gone. It takes a while for your eyes to adjust back to their normal state, but when they do, an ache grips your chest.

The platform where Hop once stood is empty, with small flames engulfing different parts of the once active generator. Before you have any time to check on Joyce, Murray comes bolting into the room, grabbing you and Joyce by the arm tightly.

He stops suddenly, eyes widening.

"Jim?"

You nod your head no.

The stern look on his face drops completely. He hesitates but drags us to the exit of the control room.

"They're on our asses now, we've got to go," Murray speaks. Joyce barely reacts to this.

"There's no way they got down here that quickly." You laugh nervously.

"You'd be surprised."

You scoff and brush Murray's hand off of your arm.

You walk as a group for a few minutes, turning corners cautiously.

"Stop." He halts suddenly and pulls out the Walkie-Talkie Dustin lent to him.

"What are you doing?" Joyce whispers.

"Just making sure we have the clear." He inspects it.

You zone out, tired from watching Murray fiddle with the switches on the device. Your gaze shifts to something else. Not far down the hallway, a door to a room is open, showing a reflection of light as if it was from a TV.

"Wait here," You whisper. Joyce looks at you in confusion.

You approach the room with caution, hand resting above the gun strapped to your hip. When you enter, you're greeted with a series of TVs.

Security Footage.

Some of the TVs show Russian Men Patrolling hallways, far away enough from you, but you know it won't take them that long to get to where you are. On another TV, footage of the explosion rolls back, almost as if someone was watching it before and fled out of fear. You keep an eye out for Hopper, getting ready to turn away from the video when needed. But instead, it switches to a new clip.

The fire from the explosion spreads rapidly down the platform. You see Hopper run and then disappear off camera.

What.

You frantically grab the keyboard to the system and spam the rewind button, the clip switching back to the beginning; only this time do you pay closer attention than before. At the end of the platform is a ladder, and what seems to be a complete drop-off.

You finally clue in. He didn't disappear, he jumped.

How far down is it? It's a shot in the dark... But if he landed the right way...

You run out of the room yelling at both Murray and Joyce.

"Guys, there's a chance Hop survived!" You gesture them towards the room.

Both of them look up, their faces stained with dejection.

"You saw him die, we both did," Murray says.

"But what if he completely avoided the explosion and jumped off of the platform?" You add.

"No one could survive a fall like that," Joyce whispers.

"There's no time, they're gaining on us as we speak." Murray puts the walkie-talkie away. "Plus we have quite the situation up above."

You clench your fists. The drop couldn't have been that far down, right?

Murray continues to gesture Joyce down the hallway.

"Are you coming, or not?"

You eye the gun on your hip and shimmy your hand into your pocket. 1 round of ammo left, just enough.

"Give me two minutes. You make your way to the elevator, I'll meet back with you on the way." You nod. You hope you aren't sounding ridiculous.

Joyce's eyes widen and Murray raises and slaps his hand back down to his side with frustration.

"Are you insane?"

"I'll be quick, I promise." You nag.

"If you get captured it's on you and-" He retorts.

"If I don't show up in two minutes, don't wait." You interrupt.

"Don't risk it. Hopper wouldn't have wanted you to get hurt, too." Joyce adds. You pat her shoulder comfortingly and try your best to smile.

Your heart pounds as you turn around and make your way toward the opposite end of the hallway. You pick up your pace back toward the control room when you turn the corner.

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"He claims the spy jumped." A soldier states, grasping a man dressed in a white shirt and black slacks by the collar. His eyes widen in fear.

"And the two women?" Another man questions with authority; told apart from the others by his Insignia.

"They seemed to have gotten away."

"And the bald man?"

"He was with the women, Lieutenant."

The man pauses, presumably in thought.

"And you let them get away?" He turns to the soldier and man.

"They were armed." The security guard stifles, sweat coating his forehead.

The Lieutenant says nothing but holds his gaze with the guard. Then, he bursts out laughing. The man's face creases with confusion.

"You let them get away? The stupid Americans?"

The rest of the soldiers chime in laughing.

"Quiet!" He shouts suddenly.

The authoritative pulls out his Makarov and aims it at the man's head with a nasty grin. The gun welcomes his fingers with a click.

"Pathetic."

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You wince at the sudden gunshot, hands instinctively shooting up to cover your ears while you travel through the hallways.

What the hell was that?

You can't do anything but hope it was anything other than Joyce and Murray.

You keep running until you pass the control room, then you go down a flight of stairs which takes you a floor underneath the platform. You cock back your gun and scope through the smoke and flames, looking for any sign of Hop. Right now, you'll aim to find the ladder. You eventually bump into it, taking you by surprise.

You waft the smoke away. Right in front of you lies Hopper. You immediately drop to the ground.

"Hop? Hopper!" You shout and shake him.

It takes a second, but his eyes shoot open while he breathes heavily.

"We need to go, like now."

"Where's... Joyce?" He rasps and coughs.

"She's with Murray, they're on their way to the elevator."

He smiles, and with a huff props himself up on his elbows. You stand back up and grab him by the forearms.

"My back hurts."

"It would, you fell quite a long way down. I'm going to need you to get up, though. We don't have much time."

You help pull him up, Hop almost taking you down with him again with a groan.

"We can go out the door I came from. Do you have your gun?"

He nods, pulling it out from his pocket.

"Alright, let's go."

You lead Hopper back to the door. As soon as you get out of the machine's vicinity, you both gasp for air.

"That stuff isn't good to inhale." You laugh, patting Hopper on the back.

He smiles, slouching down and propping himself up on his thighs.

"Why did you come back for me?" He asks.

"I saw the security footage. You're lucky that I did. Now, let's get a move on."

You lead each other down the hallway.

"Any signs of soldiers, we run. No combat."

"No combat. Got it." He repeats.

"There has to at least be. I don't know. Five of them, six?" You whisper.

"You saw them?" He questions.

"Only on the cameras." You chuckle. "They looked pretty amateur, not going to lie."

"Probably their first deployment." He adds.

"I wouldn't doubt it."

You and Hopper turn a two-way corner before you hear a click behind you.

"Stop clicking your gun." You say. Hop doesn't reply.

"Hop?" You turn around and are met by three Russian soldiers, their presumed leader in front. He approaches us slowly.

"Look what we have here." He clicks his tongue.

Hopper covers me, aiming his gun right at his head.

"Don't come any closer, we just want to leave," Hop says firmly.

"Leave?" The man laughs. "After you came and destroyed our mashina? Intruded in our base?"

"Not our fault your 'secret' message was picked up by a gaggle of pre-teens and their nifty invention." You hiss. "You have no clue what you're doing, opening up something like that."

The man turns his gaze to me.

"So the woman speaks with a... bossy tongue." He smirks. "Let me get a good look at her."

"You'll have to get through me first." Hopper stands his ground.

Before you can protest, a pair of arms grab you from behind. Another soldier buts Hopper in the back of the head, causing him to fall forward onto the floor, unconscious.

"Hop!" You yell, withering in the soldier's grasp.

"Suka." He hisses in your ear.

You're brought in front of the head man. He looks to be not much younger than you but wears a grin.

"You give us no trouble, your friend is safe." He proposes.

"No, you're going to let us go." You retort, looking him in the eyes, spitting on his face.

He barely moves, hesitates, then pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes his face with a scowl.

"Woman, as much as I can play these games.." He continues. "Your use is much preferred... In the bedroom."

He pauses to think.

"However, I wouldn't do such a thing. I'm not allowed to, as much as I would love to.. experiment with an American woman." He brings a gloved hand up to my face and laughs. "But... you might find it nice in Kamchatka." He nods thoughtfully.

Before you get the chance to reply, something hard hits you on the back of the head. All you can make out is your body falling until everything goes pitch black.

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"An American... man and woman?" A man sits at his desk, holding the file open.

"Originally... the plan was to immediately send them to Kamchatka." Another man speaks, taking a puff of his cigarette. "But plans change, don't they?"

"How long until they arrive?" The man at the desk flips through the papers.

"2 days, a week, a month. Depends on how... cooperative everything is."

There is a moment of silence in the room.

"Keep them alive..." the man slams the file shut, "But do not hesitate to interrogate."

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I’ve postponed this story idea for so long, and have only completed the first chapter because I scraped everything else I had written. My plan is to cross-post on both Tumblr and Ao3 from now on.

I am still not sure if I want to keep this story 2nd person or have an original character so feedback is appreciated:)

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prettyblondguys · 2 years

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Part 2

Dmitri x plus size f!reader

Warnings: None for this chapter I think, don't you dare ask me to proofread

Sunday Bingo Night was, thankfully, Russian Man free. As a matter of fact, the rest of your week had been as well, leaving you to put all of your focus (and anxieties) into your work at the local library. It wasn't a stressful job per say, not when compared to other fast paced environments, and the hours and pay were decent, but still you had the habit of working yourself up over the smallest things. Case in point, you were currently sitting behind the circulation desk with a notepad trying to figure out everything that still needed to be done for the upcoming Friends of the Library Event, a relatively small gathering that was held each year to drum up more funds, and the second it had been assigned to you to take care of, you'd felt that all too familiar dread of 'what if I mess up?' wash over you. It wasn't as if you didn't know what to do, you'd worked here for years now and you worked hard, sometimes spending extra hours just to get more work done, opting to finish filings or sortings sooner rather than the next day, and going out of your way to think of and make fun displays to draw more of the community in. And your hard work hadn't gone unnoticed either, after just 3 years you'd been promoted to co-head librarian, head librarian being your 64 year old coworker, Delores.

No, you knew what you were doing, you just often did more than needed to be done.

"I know we've decided on tea sandwiches," you say to Delores as she flips through some papers, letting out a sigh when you bring up the event again, "but what if people want a second option? Like, what if they get sick of the sandwiches? It's 2 hours, maybe we should have something else as well?" Delores fixes you with a withering look over the rim of her glasses, lips pursed in thinly veiled aggravation, "Like what?" You scramble for an idea, you were sure she'd shoot you down without even considering it. "Umm, how about chips and dip?"

"Too messy."

"Devilled Eggs,"

"Too smelly." Fair.

"We could have fruit!"

"What kind of fruit?"

"Um, how about..grapes..?"

"You want to serve tea sandwiches and grapes?" She looks at you like you'd just asked what the Dewey decimal system is. "I, uh, I guess we should just...stick to the sandwiches." Delores goes back to flipping through her papers and you dejectedly return to your notepad, scratching out where you had written 'second food option'. There's still a lot that needs to be done in five days; the rest of the recently donated books needed to be checked for marks and put in neat boxes, you needed to make sure you had enough name tags and markers, and not to mention blank labels. You had come up with a fun way for the patrons to interact with the library they help fund, by letting them go through the donated books and label them, sort of playing librarian for the day. Even Delores had thought it was a good idea. You hum to yourself, fingers tapping against the paper,

"How about a second drink option?"

"Dom, dom, dom, dom, dom, dom, be, dooby, dom. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaaaa," you quietly sing through a mouth full of tomato and sliced turkey, head bobbing as The Beach Boys' Come Go With Me plays through your headphones. You had walked five minutes away to spend your lunch break at the park that overlooked the beach, sitting on the picnic table and decompressing from your coworker's passive-aggressiveness. And decompressing here was easy, with the sun warming your face and the smell of the ocean filling your lungs, and the sweet, sweet sound of The Beach Boys crooning in your ears. Tea sandwiches be damned, this was peaceful.

"So come and go with me, whoa whoa whoa whoaa-" oh no. Walking away from the beach and towards you was Dmitri, a plain white shirt draping over his body like liquid. Ok, maybe that was a bit much, but he looked delectable. You consider getting up and walking back to the library, cutting your break short halfway through, but that would be too obvious. Maybe he hasn't seen me. Maybe he'll walk by and not even notice me. Maybe you should stop shoving your sub down your throat.

His eyes land on you as he gets closer, the side of his mouth turning up in a soft smile. "Y/n," he greets you after you slip your headphones around your neck, stopping to stand near where you sit, "fancy seeing you here." You inwardly cringe as he repeats your words from the grocery store just days earlier.

"I wahurc neher behi," you say through yet another mouthful of sub, holding your hand up for him to wait when he gives you a confused look. You swallow and continue, "I work nearby. I'm on my lunch break." He nods, moving to sit on the bench next to where your feet are, giving you the high ground, "It's nice here," he looks out towards the water as he speaks, elbows resting on his knees, "you can see the ocean whenever you please." I'm just gonna ignore how hearing you say 'please' just made me feel. "Have you gone in yet?" You ask, taking small nibbles of your sub.

"Not yet," he replies, "I haven't had the opportunity." Pal, it's California, the whole state is an opportunity to get in the ocean. "You said you work nearby?" He changes the subject, turning his head to look at you as you're mid-bite. It'd be weird to offer him some. Do NOT offer him some. You slowly hold the sub out to him, which he politely declines. "I work at the library down the street, the one with the flamingo statue out front." You love that flamingo statue, you'd named him Jacques. "What about you? What do you do?" Ok, why does he suddenly look like I just asked why his basement is locked? "I am.." he seems to be trying to think of the words, "in between jobs, at the moment." You nod and continue eating, a silence filling the space between you two as you stare out at the water. You slyly eye him in profile, taking the moment to actually look at him. You hadn't been exaggerating when you said he was hot, but now you notice just how pretty he actually is, all of the little details you'd overlooked the previous times you'd met. You had noticed how full his lips were, but not how pink, how mysterious his eyes were, but not how soft his gaze was, and certainly not the little specks of silver in his hair and trimmed mustache. God, he's like, seriously beautiful.

He catches you staring before you have time to look away, eyes boring into yours as you feel your cheeks start to burn, "Sorry," you mumble with a laugh, fiddling with the sandwich wrapper, "I was, um…" he smiles as you fumble for an explanation. "No, no there's no way to spin that, is there?" Good naturedly shaking his head, he stands up and faces you. "Perhaps I will stop by the library sometime, if that would be alright?" Did I fall asleep? Have I been dreaming this whole time? Did Delores finally snap and murder me for my incessant perfectionism and now I'm in heaven? "If not," he continues when you don't reply, "that is fine, I understand." NO! "No! That's not it," please don't screw this up for yourself, "I was just…"

"Staring." He says it matter of factly, kinda smug about it, too. Huh, add that to my growing list of turn ons. "Yeah," you admit defeatedly, "that I was." Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out one of those little pencils that were always on side tables in motels, are they called golf pencils? and a folded up scrap of paper. He tears off a section and hands it and the pencil to you, which you take with a heavy look of confusion. "Cool...thank..thank you.." Is this like...penguins gifting rocks? Is it a Russian thing? Is this a dowry? He chuckles before crossing his arms over his chest, fixing you with those piercing blue eyes, "How am I supposed to call and ask you on a date if I do not have your number?" Oh. "Oh."

Sylvia is not gonna believe this.

Authors Note: I'm sorry the chapters aren't very long but I hope y'all are enjoying the story so far! Feedback and Reblogs are very much appreciated!

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strangerthingslover69 · 1 year

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Russian roomie

Dmitri Antonov + Female reader (you are shy and have an unhealthy obsession 🫣🤭)

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ swearing and smut ~

Ever since Dmitri moved in your completely and utterly obsessed with him. So much so you take in great pleasure using his bed when he’s at work. Things take a turn when he finds you in his bed naked

‘Remember Y/N, I’m working tonight so won’t be back until the morning’ your roommate said taking a bite of his apple. You sit at the kitchen island watching him, the way his teeth sink down into the skin of the ruby red apple, the crunch it makes as he bites down. The obnoxious noise he makes when chewing but you looked over that. The way his hand gripped around the apple holding it tightly you could see the veins in his knuckles. The way he stood leaning against the kitchen counter slightly slouched, one foot crossing over the other. You observed every move he made. You knew his habits. His routines. His mannerisms. You can tell what kind of mood he’ll be in when you hear him walking through the house. If he’s had a good day or a bad one. You were fixated one everything he did. You were obsessed with him. ‘Hello?’ Dmitri says waving his hands to you. You snap out of your trance and look up, ‘Yeah I know. Late shift. Home at seven’ you say eating your sandwich. ‘Okay then, I’m going to have a quick shower. Try not to miss me too much’ Dmitri says winking at you. You don’t say anything. You never know how to reply when he’s like that. He’s openly flirty with you but you are not so good at flirting back. Dmitri walks to the bathroom turning on the shower. You can’t help but think of him showering. You wonder what he thinks about whilst showering. You picture him washing his hair with your shared apple blossom shampoo. The way he runs his fingers through his hair. Slowly massaging the shampoo in. You wonder if he uses conditioner too. You think of him washing with his body wash, that had a smell of sweet candy and mint. You wonder where he washed first. You picture his hands covering his body with bubbles washing his skin making it shiny and fresh. His hands running down his body. Along his arm muscles, along his chest, up and down his legs, massaging it into his peachy bum, his hands reaching the base of his dick pumping it as he cleans it. How he’d cup his balls massaging the bubbles in them too. You let of a breathy sigh as you picture this. This was a daily occurrence. Vision of Dmitri in anyway possible you could think of.

He’d been living with you for seven months. Seven months. That’s a lot of ways to picture him yet each day you found new ways. The minute you opened the door to him as he asked about the spare room you knew you needed him to live with you. You needed him here. You remember what he was wearing that day. It was a warm day, mid April. You had the window open slightly to let the cool breeze in. There was a knock at your door, it surprised you as you knew you had no visitor expected. When you opened the door you were greeted with a warm smile and the purest blue eyes you’d ever seen. Denim shorts, black belt, white top tucked in with a short sleeved open shirt, white ankle socks with a pair of black sneakers. His voice surprised you when his lips moved. There was an accent you didn’t know but that didn’t bother you. You adored it. You didn’t really know what he was saying as he spoke. You were in a trance. Mesmerised by him. You offered him the room and cancelled on the person who was originally moving in. You sigh happily at the memory.

As you finish your sandwich you get up to throw the crusts in the bin, who actually enjoys those? ‘Y/N have you seen my shirt?’ Dmitri asks walking out of the bathroom. You turn to answer him. You can not. He is stood with glistening skin, still wet from the water. You see the droplets running down his chest. His hair is stuck up slightly as more droplets fall onto his face. The towel hugging tightly around his waist covering the part your curious about the most. ‘Y/N, what’s up with you today?’ Dmitri says making his way over to the fridge, he grabs the orange juice flicking off the cap taking a sip. He closes the fridge and turns to you. You can smell the apple blossom shampoo and the candy mint body wash as he stands only in he away from you. He puts down the juice and walks closer to you. Closing the gap. ‘Have you seen my shirt?’ He asks again. You gulp as you feel his breath on your face. You shake your head. Dmitri sighs, ‘I will check the closest again’ he says slowly stepping back towards his bedroom. You let out your breath that you’ve been holding. Your heart beating so fast you feel like it’s going to burst. Your core aches as it begs to be touched. You wash your plate with Dmitri’s scent still in your nose and mind. ‘Found it!’ He says walking back through. You turn off the water and dry your hands. Dmitri has his trousers and socks on. His shirt on but unbuttoned. ‘What you going to do whilst I work?’ He says as he puts his shoes on. Size eleven by the way. ‘Maybe watch a movie. Read a book. I’m not sure yet’ you say playing with the hem of your top. ‘Well whatever you do Y/N, enjoy’ he says with a wink. Your cheeks flush pink. Dmitri can’t deny he knew what sort of effect he had on you. He knew from the moment he saw the way you looked at him. The way you still do. He found it adorable how worked up he could make you. At first it was by accident but the more he did it the more it turned him on. He loved seeing you all flustered for him. He thought it was sexy. Dmitri grabs his tie from the door knob and puts it on, along with his jacket, hat and badge. He’d found a job with Hopper at the station. He mainly worked nights. ‘I’ll see you in the morning’ Dmitri said reaching for his keys. ‘Have a good shift’ you said in a small voice. Dmitri smiled and left the flat. You knew what you needed to do. The same thing you do every time he got you this worked up. It was so wrong but it felt so good.

You look out the window making sure Dmitri’s bike was gone. All clear. You smile and make your way to his room. You close the curtains too and turn on his lamp. You adored being in his room. It made you feel close to him. You lift up your top throwing it to the floor, along with your bra, knickers, shorts and socks. You stand fully naked in Dmitri’s room. Just like you did at least twice a week when he worked nights. Chills ran through out you. It was such a thrill being this exposed in Dmitri’s room. The smell of him ran through his room. It made you feel like he was here with you. You wonder over to his wardrobe. Fingers hovering over each shirt. ‘This one’ you say smiling taking his blue shirt off and putting it on. You left it unopened and inhaled it. It sent your pussy into meltdown. His scent on you. You loved these times you had. You lay down on his bed on top of the covers. Head on his pillows, legs open. Your hand moves slowly down your body. Excitement reaching through you. You gasp as you meet your pussy. Dripping wet. The sight oh him after his shower send your pussy wild. You start to circle your clit, taking your time, you always took longer when on Dmitri’s bed. You never wanted to leave it

‘Evening’ Dmitri said popping his head into Hoppers office. Hopper looked up from his paperwork. ‘What you doing here?’ He asked surprisingly. ‘Working?’ Dmitri answered walking into his officer. ‘Didn’t Flo call you?’ Hopper asks. Dmitri shakes his head, ‘No she did not?’ Hopper sighs, ‘She was suppose to call you to ask if you could sway shifts as Callahan can’t work tomorrow. He working tonight instead.’ ‘Oh, it’s okay. I can do tomorrow instead. No problem’ Dmitri replies, he doesn’t mind when he works he’s just grateful to have a job. ‘Thanks man, sorry about the mix up. We’ll see you tomorrow’ Hopper says with relief. ‘See you tomorrow’ Dmitri says leaving the office. Dmitri decides to stop off at the shop and grab some snacks and beers before heading to family video and renting a movie for you and him to both watch. It was rare for him to spend a night with you as he mainly works. He was looking forward to it. The errands don’t take him too long. He drives back home. He looks up to the building to see his bedroom light on through the curtains. Odd, he’s sure he turned it off. He walks towards the flat complex, the lift broken again, he makes his way up the steps luckily only on the third floor. He turns his keys into the door and opens it expecting to see you sitting on the sofa watching TV or reading a book or even asleep. It appeared you had the habit of nodding off on the sofa. He was surprised not to see you there. He was about to call you name when he heard something. Something he’d not heard before. Something he knows can’t be real, surely? He frowns in confusion at where the noise appears to be coming from. He sees your bedroom door open but not you in there. He slowly makes his way he sees his bedroom door slightly open with the light on he could see from outside. He peaks through and what he sees shocks him. You laying there on his bed, with his shirt on, legs spread open whilst your fingers pump in and out of your pussy. He can see how wet you are as his covers have a wet patch. Your head thrown back into his pillows, sweet noises escaping you mouth, chest heaving heavily up and down as your fingers twist your nipple. You moan his name loudly. Dmitri’s trousers constrict his now very hard cock. You can feel yourself close as you bring your fingers off your nipple to circle your clit sloppily. ‘Fuckfuck, yes! Dmitri!’ You moan as you feel the coil about the snap. Dmitri pushes the door open ‘Well well Y/N, what are you doing in my bed?’

The sound of Dmitri’s voice comes ringing through to your ears. Your eyes open instantly as you lift your head up from his pillows. Quickly moving your fingers out of your pussy and bringing his shirt to cover your naked body. You were mortified. You felt like your body was burning with embarrassment all over. You try to speak but no words come out. Dmitri shrugs his jacket off throwing next to your clothes on the floor and makes his way over to you. He stops at the side of his bed. You do not look up at him. You can’t face him. Your breath sharpens as you feel Dmitri’s hand wrap around your throat, he turns your head towards his. He leans down so your faces are inches apart. ‘I asked you a question Y/N? You think you can fuck yourself on my bed? Dripping yourself everywhere in my shirt and not answer my simple question?’ He says as his other hand moves your hand off his shirt to open it up. He groans at the up close sight of your body. He lets go of your throat, you gasps trying to catch your breath. Dmitri turns away from you, your eyes follow him. ‘I, I’m sorry’ you manage to whisper off. Dmitri scoffs, ‘Sorry? I think it’s a little late for that don’t you?’ You don’t speak. You can’t. You don’t know what to say. You watch as you see Dmitri undoing his buttons on his shirt, he takes it off before moving to his belt and undoing it. ‘You leave me no choice Y/N’ Dmitri turns to you belt in hand. You gulp at the sight of him. You’ve not seen him like this. His eyes have darkened a very deep blue. A smirk falls to the side of his mouth. He takes slow steps towards you until he stops in front of you, bending down so you face to face. You look away but feel his rough fingers pull your chin. ‘If you want to be a naughty girl. You need to be punished’ he says biting his bottom lip. You feel a twinge in your stomach. You don’t know whether it’s because your nervous or excited.

It all happened so quickly you’re not sure how it did. But right now you find yourself naked on Dmitri’s bed still but his belt is around your hands tied together above your head and wrapped around his headboard. Dmitri has not said anything since saying you needed punishing. He is looking at your like he is the predator and you are the prey as he stands at the edge of the bed. Catching you was so fucking hot. You looked fucked out your mind, he was going to make you feel like that. He was going to do many things to you. ‘Here is what is going to happen Y/N’ Dmitri starts to speak as you see his hands pulling down his trousers and boxers in one swift movement. You can’t help but gasps a little at him. Fuck. He was big. Biggest you’d seen. Not just big but thick. Your pussy clenches at the sight of his dick. Dmitri can’t help but smile smugly as he sees your expression, it also doesn’t go unnoticed how you clenched around nothing. Dmitri crawls on to the bed on his knees in between your legs. He leans down and rests his hands on the headboard, his face inches from yours. ‘Since you like acting like a whore on my bed I’m going to treat you like one. You are now my fuck toy. Understand?’ Dmitri sees your pupils go even wider at his words. You nod at his words. ‘No. Words. I need words’ he says his head dipping into your neck. ‘I, I understand’ you say in a small voice. ‘Good girl’ Dmitri says into your ear sending goosebumps through out your body. ‘Hmm, what to do first Y/N? Do I put my dick into that pretty mouth? Do I fuck you? Do I taste you? Mmm so many options’ he says as his lips ghost your neck. You whimper pathetically at him. ‘I know what I’ll do first, since you seem to enjoy your fingers maybe you’ll like mine too?’ Dmitri says as his lips plant little kisses down your neck. ‘Would you like that?’ He says before harshly biting down, his teeth sink in and suck your tender skin. ‘Y-yes’ you moan out. Dmitri continues to kiss your neck before his teeth sink in, marking you all up so everyone knows your his toy no one else’s. Your head already spinning and he hasn’t even touched your aching core yet, his bites are harsh and hard but you fucking love it. You gaps loudly as with no warning Dmitri pushes two fingers into your pussy. ‘Fuck!’ You moan. Dmitri smiles into your neck. ‘So tight. Your sure your gonna be able to take my cock?’ He says before another bite. You don’t reply you can’t. His fingers are pumping in and out of you harshly. It feels amazing. His fingers reach so far up compared to yours. You tighten around Dmitri’s fingers as the familiar feeling from your lost orgasm creeps up on your already. ‘D-Dmitri! You moan as your legs shake. Dmitri lifts his head and look in to your eyes, he can feel you clenching around his fingers. ‘You gonna cum?’ He says biting his lip. ‘Yes!’ You scream closing your eyes rolling you head back, just as the coil is about to snap but then just like that it goes as Dmitri quickly removes his fingers. ‘You think I’d let you cum already? Silly whore’ he says slapping you clit, you whimper at the sting, opening your eyes and look up to see him looking at you with a shit eating grin, you can’t help but glare at him. Another slap on your clit. You let out another whimper, it hurts but feels good

‘I think you like it when I smack this pretty pussy’ Dmitri says as he does another one. You whimper again. ‘Mmhmm, bit sore’ you say in a breathy voice. Dmitri lowers himself down so he is face to face with your wet core. ‘I will kiss her better’ he says as you feel his lips give you a small kiss on the clit. You let out a gasp at the sensation of his lips on your most sensitive part. Dmitri looks up at you smiling. ‘I must say Y/N you do have a perfect pussy’ he says as he lick a long stripe in between your folds. ‘Fuck’ you moan at the connection. ‘You like that? Tell me. What do you think about when you touch yourself on my bed’ Dmitri says as he begins to move his tongue all around your throbbing core. You try to speak but it’s hard, his tongue does fucking wonders. He lays it flat and licks from your hole to your clit constantly licking up and down. His pace starts to quicken and you are moaning mess. You feel Dmitri teeth nip your clit causing you to whimper at the new sensation. ‘I asked you a question. Answer if you want me to carry on’ Dmitri says in a low commanding voice looking up at you with a wet moustache. ‘I, I think about you’ you say in a near whisper. ‘Tell me what I am doing to you’ he says as his lips attach back to your clit and he begins to suck at his. ‘Fuck!’ You buck your hips up. ‘You, you fucking me. L-licking my pussy. Fingers. God! Anything about you. You, I, I’m obsessed with you’ you moan out as he swirls his tongue around your throbbing bud. Dmitri smiles at your words. ‘Fuck I knew you were a naughty girl’ Dmitri says into your pussy. His fingers come stroking along the up and your thigh and without a word he plunges two fingers back into your pussy. You jolt forward causing your wrists to move, the belt digs into you but you don’t care. With the combination and his tongue on your clit and his fingers pumping in and out if you, the similar feeling comes back. You clench around Dmitri’s fingers feeling your orgasms approaching. ‘You want to cum?’ Dmitri asks looking up at you, he thinks you look beautiful. ‘Y-yes!’ You moan as his fingers curl into your reaching a new spot. ‘Should I let you cum Y/N? You were after all very naughty’ Dmitri says in a teasing tone as his fingers slow down. ‘P-please! You, you can do anything to me!’ You plead, you feel your eyes tearing up as you’ve been close to cumming three times now. Once by yourself and two by Dmitri. You need to let go. ‘Anything?’ He says as his fingers pick up again. ‘Fuck yes, anything!’ Your whole body moves as Dmitri’s fingers fuck you. ‘Cum for me then you whore’ Dmitri says before his tongue latches back onto your throbbing bud as he licks it relentlessly. It’s almost too much. The feeling comes back, your legs shake uncontrollably as you feel yourself about to snap, but another feeling comes. ‘S-stop, I I need to pee’ you beg. But Dmitri does not stop. He buries his fingers deep inside until his knuckles are almost in, his tongue swirling around your clit. ‘Fuckfuckfuck’ you scream and yourself a release finally. You feel like your peeing as a liquid comes out of you and coats Dmitri’s tongue and fingers. It all becomes too much as Dmitri does not stop. ‘P-please. To too much’ you breath out heavily. Dmitri detaches his tongue from you, ‘I thought you liked being a whore’ Dmitri says as his fingers still buried deep. ‘But, but I need to touch you’ you beg to him. Dmitri’s eyebrows rise and a smile reaches from eye to eye. His fingers finally moving out from you. He leans forward towards you bringing your fingers to you mouth. ‘Open’ he commands. You do as your told and open your mouth. ‘Taste yourself’ he says, you can’t help but obey. You wrap you lips around and begin to suck his fingers dry tasting yourself. ‘See how good you taste?’ He says taking his fingers out your mouth, you lips make a popping sound, drool runs down your chin

‘I am going to ruin you even more. So much so you won’t remember your name. Y/N, this belongs to me now. No one else. Understand?’ He says cupping your pussy. You nod. ‘Words’ Dmitri reminds you with a light slap on the clit. You buck up at him. ‘Yours. J-Just yours’ you say feeling already fucked out your mind. ‘Good girl’ Dmitri says as he stands on the bed, bringing his cock in front of your face. Your mouth drools at the sight of it. ‘Open’ Dmitri commands again moving his thumb to your bottom lip. You do as he says. Without wanting Dmitri slams his cock into your mouth hitting the back of your throat making you gag and gasp for air. He pulls out and looks down on you. ‘You did say anything Y/N’ Dmitri says as he grabs your hair and pushes you back onto his cock. He doesn’t push it all the way like before but he begins to fuck your mouth. Dmitri’s so fucking big it’s a struggle at first but once you control your breathing it becomes easier. ‘Бля, такая хорошая девочка, забирающая меня целиком’ (fuck such a good girl taking me whole) Dmitri moans into you. You do not understand him but hearing his native language does something to you. His speed picks up as his cock hits the back of your throat again, you hallow out your cheeks so you can take him in more easily. Dmitri’s moans above you are more beautiful than you imagined you moan around him. The extra vibrations make Dmitri moan louder. Dmitri looks down at you to see you looking up, tears rolling down your face, drool all over your chin. He wants to cum so bad but he needs to feel you. Dmitri yanks your hair pulling you off his cock, you catch your breath. Dmitri leans down to you. ‘That’s how a whore sucks. Such a good girl.’ What he does next is unexpected and takes you back. His lips kiss yours, it’s gentle. Just a quick one. He pulls back and looks at you with a smile. ‘Now I’m going to fuck that perfect pussy’ You clench around nothing at his words. Dmitri stands down back onto the bed, he leans down to undo the belt freeing you. Your wrists are definitely bruised but you don’t care. You lay back down as Dmitri gets closer, so you are chest to chest. Your heart beats faster than before. Even after everything you’ve done this feels the most intimate. Dmitri likes up his cock to your pussy, ‘Ready?’ He asks. ‘Ready’ you reply wrapping your legs around his back brining him in closer. Dmitri pushes his cock into you, you both let out a loud moan as you feel him all inside of you. He doesn’t give you a minute to adjust before he start thrusting in and out of you. ‘ебать’ (fuck) Dmitri moans as he finally feels your wet walls around his throbbing cock. Your nails dig into his shoulders leaving crescent marks as you feel him hitting new places. Your feet digging into the bottom of his back, you were already close. ‘D-Dmitri, g-gonna cum!’ You moan as you clench around him. ‘Cum Y/N’. Cum on my dick’ Dmitri says as he latches his teeth on your neck biting it hard. ‘Dmitri!’ You scream his name as you cum all around his cock. As you clench around Dmitri’s cock cumming he is not far behind, ‘бля, наполню тебя. засунуть в себя ребенка, чтобы все знали, кто ты!’ (Fuck, gonna fill you up. Put a baby in you so everyone knows who you are!) You clench again at his words, sending him over the edge. He looks at you as he fills you up, he’s got an even prettier cum face than you imagined. Dmitri closes his eyes and doesn’t move for a minute as he catches his breath. You can’t help but stare at him, you can’t believe how your nights gone. You smile lovingly at him, Dmitri opens his eyes to see you looking at him. He can’t help but smile back, you are perfect. He leans down bringing your lips together again for another kiss. ‘So your not mad I fuck myself in your bed?’ You say in a teasing tone. Dmitri shakes his head. ‘Words’ you say just like what he said earlier. Dmitri laughs, ‘No, I do not mind. I’m very fucking glad. Now you don’t need to. Not now you’ve got me’ he says lifting his hand to move hair behind your ear.

‘Want to know a secret?’ Dmitri asks you. ‘Pre tell’ you reply curiously. Dmitri leans down to your ear, you feel his breath on your ear. ‘You’re not the only one to please themselves in someone else’s bed’ he says seductively. You clench around his now hard cock. You were in for one hell of a night

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