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strangerthingslover69 · 2 years ago

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One night stand

Dmitri + Female reader

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~Drinking, smoking, swearing & smut~

After five years away you find yourself back to Hawkins. It saddened you to be moving away from your parents but after you a pretty rough break up you needed to get away, so you decide where else better than where you grew up? You can’t wait to reunite with your old friends again, the first thing you all decided to do was go out and get absolutely wasted. You bump into someone on your drunken travels and one thing leads to another…

‘I can’t believe you’re actually here!’ Robin practically screams at you as you get out of you car. She brings you for a hug before you even shut your door. ‘Hey Robbie, I’m so happy to see you but you’re suffocating me’ you say laughing. She looses her grip stepping back, ‘Sorry I’ve just missed to so much, talking on the phone isn’t the same.’ She says poking your ribs. ‘I know I should have visited, it’s been a while. I’m sorry I didn’t but I’m here for good now!’ You say with excitement. ‘Do my eyes deceive me or is that you Y/N?’ You hear Eddies voice behind you. ‘Eddie!’ You say excitedly bringing him in for a hug. ‘You’re looking good Y/N, how was the ride over?’ He says hugging you back. ‘Aw Eds’ always such a sweetie. I’m loving this new tat by the way very nice.’ - you say pointing to the large spider on his neck- ‘It was long but worth it, I can not wait for tonight!’ You say with another big smile. You can’t help but smile. It was so good and refreshing to be back in Hawkins. You needed to get out of California after your break up with Issac. It just hurt too much to stay there. Everything reminded you of him. You were sad to leave your parents but they understood what you needed to do. They’d always been supportive of your choices. After talking about it with them you called Robin up and asked if you could move in with her and Eddie since Steve recently moved out to move in with his girlfriend. Everyone was fully aware of the situation with your ex. Robin was over the moon you asked and of course accepted, she even gave you a job at family video since she was now the manager. Everything seemed to be falling into place for you and you hadn’t even unpacked. You close the car door and grab your bags, Eddie and Robin helping you with your stuff. ‘So what’s the plan for tonight?’ You say making your way to the apartment complex. It was nice, lots of trees and greenery around. ‘Got a show in tonight if you fancy coming along to see it?’ Eddie says looking at you. ‘Are you kidding?! A chance to see Corroded Coffin for the first time in forever! I’d love to!’ You squeal with excitement. ‘Where we meeting the others?’ You ask as you get into the lift. ‘Oh, I’m, I’m not sure yet’ Robin says in a weird way. You side eye her confused. ‘Okay, well we best organise that, I can not wait to see everyone. It’s been too long’ you say feeling like you were going to burst with excitement. Eddie and Robin look at one another with a happy expression.

Everyone knew why you and fully understood why hadn’t been back. It was too hard. Your brother dying in the ‘earthquake.’ That’s why your parents decided to move away, they have you the option to stay but you didn’t want to be away from them after loosing your brother. But now you needed to be back, more than ever. It’s where you belonged. The lift door opens and you make your way down to your new home. Robin unlocks the door, you follow her and Eddie in.

‘Surprise!’ An eruption of voices shout at you making you jump, you look around and see everyone. Steve, Nancy, Johnathan, Argyle, El, Mike, Max, Lucas, Erica, Dustin, Will, Joyce, Hopper and Murray. You cover your mouth with your hands as the tears roll down. You hear some ‘awwws’ as you smile brightly at everyone. ‘What, what are you all doing?!’ You say in utter disbelief. ‘Robin and Eddie told us you were moving back home.’ Nancy says smiling. ‘How could we not surprise you honey? It’s been too long!’ Joyce says making her way over to you, she brings you in for a tight hug. ‘I can’t believe it! I’m so happy to see you all’ you say hugging Joyce back. Joyce has always been your second mum, especially with everything that had happened. Of course your parents didn’t know about the upside down, demogorgans, Vecna all that so it helped having Joyce. You loved her dearly. ‘What’s this?!’ You say seeing the shining diamond on her finger. Her cheeks blush a little. ‘Finally manned up and asked her to be Mrs Hopper’ Jim says kissing Joyce on the head. You smile at him. ‘Congratulations!’ You say with happiness. You reach up giving Hopper a hug. Like Joyce feeling like your mum, Hopper felt like your dad. Always being there when you needed him. You were like there other adopted daughter pretty much. ‘Will you two lovebirds be coming out later?’ You ask quietly hoping they might be, you’ve seen Hopper drunk, it amused you a lot he let go when he’d had a drink it was fun! ‘Only because I am forcing them, I told them they need to get out more. Have more fun’ El says appearing at your side. You bring her in for a hug. She’s looking so grown up you can’t quite believe it. ‘Look at you, look at you all, your all adults. How the hell did that happen!?’ You say to all the others who use to be so little. Now many of them taller than you. You mingle with everyone for a few hours till Eddie leaves to go start setting up for his gig and you say you’re goodbyes to the others as they go home. Yourself, Robin and Nancy all get ready together.

‘I am so excited to see Eddie and his band. It’s been forever since I’ve seen them!’ You say taking out the last curler in your hair. ‘They’ve definitely gotten better, not they were ever bad’ Nancy says applying her lipstick. ‘So Y/N what are you gonna wear?’ Robin says with a smile. You got to your suitcase and pull out the dress you’ve been waiting for a special occasion. There’s been numerous times when you wanted to wear it but your ex said to was too revealing so you couldn’t. Nancy and Robins mouths hang open, in a good way. ‘Y/N, that. That dress. Wow. You are gonna look fucking amazing’ Robin says still in shock. ‘I think you will definitely catch someone’s attention in that’ Nancy saying smirking. ‘Well Wheeler my dear. That is the whole point’ you say winking at her. You all burst into a fit of giggles. A hour later and you’re all ready. Nancy in a lightly baby pink dress, light make up, wavy hair, definitely a signature Nancy look. Robin as always rocking her trousers, shirt and vest jacket combo with sneakers, wavy hair like Nancy but shorter and minimal make up. You were in your emerald green glitter dress. Short enough if you bent over you’d show the whole world your ass as you decided against panties. It was lowly cut showing off your cleavage. Not leaving much to anyones imagination at all. Pairing with some black sandal strap wedges, hair curly and light make up, you weren’t the biggest fan of it but it make you feel good. You all definitely had a different style lined up next to each other in the mirror. ‘Guys, you ready?’ You hear Steve’s voice as he opens the front door. He has kindly offered to be your driver tonight. He smiles as he see you all appear from your bedroom. His smile drops and mouth hangs open when he sees you, you see him gulp and pull the top of his t-shirt. ‘Wow, Y/N you look, wow. Erm, you all look amazing’ he says trying to look away from your dress. ‘Dingus tongue back in. You have a girlfriend’ Robin says flicking his forehead as she walks past him. Nancy rolls her eyes and follows. You smile at him, ‘Thanks Stevie, ready to go?’ You say walking out with him, you lock the door behind you. ‘Y-yup already’ he says again trying to not focus on how short your dress is. It doesn’t take too long to get ti the hideout. Outside you meet Johnathan and Argyle. ‘Hey my dudes, Y/N that is one awesome dress’ Argyle says with redness in his eyes, most definitely high. ‘Thanks very much, hoping it’ll do some magic for me’ you say playfully bumping his shoulder. Once inside the place is just like you remember, even the same smell. You use to think it was disgusting but how you love it. ‘You guys go get a table, drinks on me’ you say smiling. ‘I’ll help you’ Steve offers. The others go find a table whilst you and Steve make your way over to the bar. It doesn’t take long for the bartender to come over taking your orders. You also order everyone two shots. Your mission tonight was to get mortality wasted. It had been a long time since you did. My god you missed it. ‘Y/N?’ You near a voice behind you. You turn to your surprise seeing Hopper, Joyce and Murray. You suddenly feeling very exposed. ‘Hey guys, you actually came! Good to see you all again’ you say with a smile. ‘We’re just here to watch Eddie, Johnathan won’t stop banging on about him and his show so thought come see what the fuss was about’ Murray says eyeing your outfit. ‘You look’ Hopper starts to speak as he point to your dress trying to find the right word. ‘Lovely’ Joyce cuts in before Hopper says something that may accidentally offend you. ‘Thanks, just trying something new’ you say in a small voice. ‘Enjoy the show guys’ you say turning around to follow Steve with your drinks. ‘Oh Y/N, if you bump into someone with in a leather jacket, blue shirt, jeans and a Russian accent can you let us know. We appear to of lost him’ Murray says side eyeing Hopper. ‘It’s not my fault!’ He says defensively. ‘Okay…I will be on the look out for the mysterious Russian man’ you say with a giggle as you make your way to your table.

Eddie and his band do an amazing performance, you were screaming along the whole time dancing and jumping around. You were having an amazing time. Safe to say the alcohol was most definitely having an effect on you. When Eddies done he makes his way to find you all, he can’t help but laugh at the sight of you all in your drunken ways, we’ll apart from Steve. ‘Eddieeeeee! That was amazing! You say leaping to hug him. He manages to catch you, ‘thanks Y/N, how much have you had to drink?’ he says steadying you back up. ‘Way too much’ Steve shouts over your shoulder. You throw him a glare, ‘No way Stevie. I’ve not had enough! Wanna do some shots Eddie?’ You say raising your eyebrows. ‘Sure, why not get more fucked up’ he laughs as you drag him to the bar. ‘Good bar tender man four shot of vodka pleaseeee!’ You say with a gleaming smile. ‘No, you’re too drunk, have some water’ he says unimpressed by you. You pout. ‘Please, just two? One for me and my friend’ you say leaning your chest onto the bar your boobs nearly spilling out. You notice him look down and blush. He rolls his eyes. ‘Then no more. Okay?’ He says pouring you the two shots. You throw him a beaming smile when handing him the money. ‘Thank you so much!’ You say as you down the shot. Eddie downs his shot feeling a little buzzed. ‘Fancy a smoke?’ He says bringing out his cigarettes. You nod eagerly. He brings your hand to his and scoots you through the crowd avoiding the men’s grabby hands they make at you. Once outside you feel the chill of the night, sending shivers over your exposed body. ‘No wonder your cold, you forgot to bring clothes’ Eddie joked as he lit his cigarette. He offers you one and you accept. ‘Haha very funny Munson’ you say rolling your eyes. You lean on the wall for balance as you feel the effect of the alcohol hit you now your not in that stuffy place. ‘You okay?’ Eddie asks as he notices you not looking 100%. ‘I, I’m okay’ you say taking a drag of the cigarette. You try to stand straighter but stumble, somehow you end up sitting down on the floor. ‘Shit, let me get you some water okay? Stay here Y/N’ Eddie says leaning down to you. You look up at his brown eyes and smile. ‘Okay’ yuk reply with dopy smile

You finish the cigarette as you wait for Eddie. But being very drunk you grow impatient and don’t wait for long. You try stand up using the wall balance, your hand slips and you begin to wobble. You feel some hands grand your arms and help you back up. ‘Thanks’ you say smiling. ‘How could I not help a pretty woman?’ You hear him say words a bit slurred like yours. You turn around to look at your savour. Someone you’d not seen before but you sure want to know him. He’s tall, moustache, leather jacket, older but very fucking handsome. ‘Well good sir what can I ever do to say thank you?’ You say with a flirty smile, your hand crawling up his chest. His hands move down to you waist. ‘I can maybe think of something’ he says leaning down to your ear. You think you hear an accent your about to ask him what it is but you feel his lips move down and press a kiss on your neck. It sends goosebumps all over your body not just from the cold. Next thing you know hands are roaming all over each other. You feel his hands squeeze your ass, ‘You look very sexy in this dress, I like it very much’ he says biting his lip. ‘I think I’d like it better in your bedroom floor though’ you say seductively. Yours and the strangers lips crash into once another for a hot needy kiss. You feel his teeth bite your lip making you moan. ‘There’s a hotel down the road, shall we get a room?’ He says into your mouth. ‘Fuck yes’ you reply feeling excited. Your hands intertwine with one another as you walk to the hotel. Excitement runs through out your body. This is not usually like you but you think fuck it, well fuck him

Eddie comes out with the water only five minutes later. It was mayhem trying to get the bar tenders attention, if he had tits it would have been no problem. As he makes his way outside he doesn’t see you where he left you. ‘Fuck’ he says rubbing his eyes. ‘Y/N?!’ He calls your name around hoping to find you. Eddie spends twenty minutes looking for you before going back inside to the others. As he reaches the table he’s filled with worry. ‘Guys I fucked up. I, I can’t find Y/N. I swear I left her for five minutes to get her some water. I can’t find her anywhere’ Eddie tells the other with worry in his voice. Even though they are all fairly drunk they all realise what Eddies saying. ‘Fuck sake man!’ We need to go find her, she’s fucking wasted!’ Steve says throwing his hands on his hips. ‘Robin call a cab and go back to the apartment in case she turns up. Nancy call Joyce in case she decided to go back to hers. Johnathan and Argyle look around here in case she’s somewhere. Me and Eddie will look around outside more.’ Steve says setting the plan in place. He was always good in a bad situation. They all do what Steve says and the search begins for you.

Meanwhile you and Mr Stranger are in the hotel room, one room left with a single bed but it’s not that you’d be sleeping much anyway. As soon as the door closed clothes were torn off and thrown across the room. Lips instantly find one another. Tongues collide with one another, sloppy kisses but both too drunk to care. You stumble back into the bed and he falls on top of you. His lips begin to latch onto your neck and mark it up, it feels so good, you can feel your pussy getting more wet. ‘Fuck me’ you whine as you buck your hips closer. He does not need telling twice. His cock bottoms out into you causing you to moan loudly. ‘Fuck! You’re, you’re big!’ You winch slightly as it stings. He laughs into your neck. ‘And you’re beautiful’ he praises make your pussy clench around him. You hear him moan and it’s so fucking sexy. He begins to thrust in and out of you hard and fast, he reaches places you didn’t know existed. His hands pin you down by your wrists, they dig in but you don’t care as you can feel an orgasm approaching already. ‘Fuck, g-gonna cum!’ You scream as you lift your legs higher. ‘Cum sweet girl’ he moans as you clench around and cum all over his dick. He doesn’t even have time to warn you before he shoots his cum into your pussy. ‘ебать!’ (fuck!) He pants heavily as he fills you up. You can’t help but clench at what ever the fuck he said, you lean up and sink your teeth into his neck like he did with you. You move your head back onto the pillow panting heavily. The man still in you, you feel him growing soft. He looks down at you and bringing his hand up to your chin lifting you into a soft kiss. You smile at one another until you winch as it’s starting to become uncomfortable with him in you still, he sees your facial expression. ‘Shit sorry’ he says slowly pulling out and squeezing next to you. ‘You know I don’t normally do this’ you blurt out. He looks to you and replies, ‘Neither do I, but I’m glad I did.’ ‘Me too’ you say smiling. Your head starts to spin as the alcohol starts wearing off, you yawn as your feel tired from being fucked hard. ‘You should get some sleep’ he says stroking your leg up and down. Your eyes give in as they close, you fall asleep in the strangers chest, he falls asleep next to you

You are woken up by bright lights peaking through the curtains. As your eyes adjust to your surroundings your head starts to thump. Where the fuck am I? You think to yourself. You see the clock on the side as it reads 9:38am. Looking around the room and do not recognise it, you soon realise you’re not alone. You turn your head slowly to the stranger you’re sharing a bed with. Who the fuck are you? You think. You carefully move his arm off your stomach and sit up, the room begins to spin a little so you move more slowly. As you sit up your have no idea what the fuck happened last night. You remember seeing Eddies band, drinking and dancing. You creep out of the bed and realise you’re naked as you see your dress on the floor. ‘Fuck’ you whisper to yourself. Then it floods back. You’re pretty sure you met him at the hideout then you came back here and by the evidence on the floor and wetness between your legs. You fucked this stranger. As you get dressed you can’t help but take sneaky peeks at him. He lays naked half under the covers, he’s a very handsome man, you want to pat yourself on the back but as he shuffles in his sleep you decide it’s best to leave. You see a paper and a pen on the nightstand leaving a little note for the mysterious man. Hello Stranger sorry I never actually caught your name? I’m sorry to leave you like this but my friends will be worried about me. I’ll admit I don’t remember too much of the night but maybe that’s for the best? Thank you for a fun night, I had a great time. Hopefully see you around? X

You end up scribbling out a lot as you don’t know what to say. You also think best not to sign your name. You admire him one last time before you open to door and sneak out. Once outside the fresh air hits you hard, you run to the closest bin and throw up. You get some looks from a group of mums with their children clearly disapproving you. Well you can’t blame them, you are most definitely doing the walk of shame. You find a pay phone on the hotel wall and call home

‘Hello? Y/N, is that you?!’ Eddie answers with panic in his voice

‘Y-yeah, it’s me. I, I’m so sorry Eds’ you say in a sad tone

‘Thank fuck you’re okay! I swear I only left you for five minutes, then, then you just disappeared. We all thought something had happened to you! We spent hours looking for you, almost called Hopper to report you missing!’ Eddie says voice slightly raised

You winch at his words and tone. ‘Ed’s I’m so so sorry. I, I didn’t mean to worry you all. I’m okay. I, I erm need to to come pick me up’ you say nervously

‘Y/N, where did you go?!’ You hear Robins voice through the phone

‘I will explain everything when I see you, please come pick me up. It’s cold, I’m hung over and people keep looking at me. Please’ you beg

‘Where are you?’ Robin asks

‘I, I’m at the Golden Leaf hotel?’ You mumble down the phone

Silence from both sides. ‘Guys please?’ You beg again

‘We’re on the way’ Eddie says hanging up

Only ten minutes later and Eddie pulls up in his van. You get in and are immediately welcomed by questions. It seemed everyone stopped over at yours and they all decided to come pick you up. You have not felt this embarrassed for a long time. You sit next to Robin at the front as Eddie drives back home. ‘Sooooo what happened?’ Nancy asks from behind you. ‘I think it’s pretty clear what happened, don’t you?’ You hear Robin say tapping your neck. You flick her hand away and rub your neck, pulling down the sun visor and looking in the mirror you see your neck all marked up with bruises. Your face turns bright red. ‘Y/N, I get you wanted to have fun. We’re glad you did. But you could have at least called’ you hear Steve’s voice say. You sigh sadly. ‘I, I’m so sorry everyone. It, it just happened so fast. I didn’t expect it. I know I’m a shitty friend. First night back and already leaving you all in the dark? Fuck it won’t happen again. I’m sorry’ you say as your bottom lip starts to wobble. ‘Hey, come here’ Robin says putting her arm around you. ‘Your here and safe now that the main thing’ she reassures you warmly. You cry a little into her as she comforts you. ‘So my dude, whose the lucky dude?’ Argyle asks. Your cheeks return to the colour red again. You lift up from Robin and look at everyone. ‘Well, I, I don’t know’ you say awkwardly. ‘Damn, who knew you had it in you Y/N!’ Eddie says laughing. The others all laugh with you. The rest of the drive home is more relaxed and your still bombard with questions you just can not answer, Eddie pulls up in the parking lot. The others all go out to breakfast leaving you and Robin in the apartment ready to join them after you showered. The water helps you feel a little bit better. You winch as you wash your lower area, it felt sore from the night before. ‘Y/N you want some coffee?’ Robin calls through the door. ‘Good yes! Will be out in a minute’ you call back. After cleaning yourself you head to the kitchen to have your ever much needed coffee

Dmitri wakes up his head thumping and his stomach churning. He feels a draft as he realises he’s naked, he looks up to see his clothes bundled on the floor. He thinks about the night before, he can somewhat recall it. Himself, Hopper, Joyce and Murray went first to the pub to have some drinks, however Dmitri had drank more than a few. By the time they made it to the hideout within twenty minutes he’d lost the others. After drinking more and watching Eddie perform he needed some fresh air and a cigarette. That’s when he remembers you. Yes how can he forget? Beautiful woman. Green dress. Curly hair. He helped you with something. Then you ended up here. His dick twitches as he remembers your moans. Dmitri’s memory is not as bad as yours. ‘Hello?’ He calls out wondering if you’re in the bathroom. No answer. He stands up and sees a note on the side

Hello Stranger sorry I never actually caught your name? I’m sorry to leave you like this but my friends will be worried about me. I’ll admit I don’t remember too much of the night but maybe that’s for the best? Thank you for a fun night, I had a great time. Hopefully see you around? X

He can tell you scribbled some parts out he can’t make out what they say unfortunately. And no name either. What a mysterious woman. He folds the note up and walks over to his clothes putting them back on and putting the note in his jeans pocket. He called down to reception asking them to book him a taxi to go back home. He unlocks the door and it greeted with a not so happy Jim. ‘And where the hell have you been?’ He asks slightly pissed off. Dmitri sighs as all he wants is a shower. ‘I, I met someone, went to a hotel. That’s it’ he says shrugging his shoulders. ‘You called off called man’ he says thumping his shoulder, not hard. ‘Sorry, lost track of time’ he says pushing Jim off. Jim’s no longer pissed off, after all he’s a grown ass man and can do what he wants but still a call would have been appreciated. As Dmitri walks through the house (he is currently living at with Joyce and Hopper as he saves for his own place) he like you is bombarded with questions like you were. ‘So who’s this mysterious woman?’ Joyce asks pouring him a coffee. Dmitri takes a long needed sip. ‘You can say that again I do not know’ he says a little sadly. Hopper and Joyce side eye one another. ‘Well done, you are now officially an American!’ Murray says laughing. Dmitri rolls his eyes. ‘I’m going for a shower, thanks for the coffee Joyce’ he says finishing it. ‘Hey we’re not done talking about this!’ Hopper shouts down the hall. As Dmitri showers he really wishes you’d left your name, he wanted to know who you were. Who the first woman he fucked since his wife was. Sure there had been opportunities but he was always too nervous. The drink definitely made his decision but he did not regret it at all you were so beautiful, unlike anyone he’s ever met. He wanted to see you again. He didn’t know how that was going to happen but he needed to make it possible

/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/ One month later -

You’d settled down nicely in your new home and job. As soon as you got your first pay check you bought dinner for everyone as a sorry for that night. They were all nice about it to you and luckily didn’t bring it up again. Today you and Robin had book the day off to go to the mall to go shopping. It’s been a while since you bought some new clothes so you were excited. After two hours of shopping you both decided it was time to grab something to eat as you were starving. You decided on getting some sushi, it was one of your favourites and you hadn’t had it in forever. You and Robin sit down, the smell of sushi hits your nose. Normally you’d love it but this time it makes you feel sick. You nose turns up at disgust. Robin sees your face change. ‘You okay Y/N?’ She asks. ‘Yeah yeah, think I’m just hungry. Skipped breakfast’ you say nonchalantly. Robin nods in agreement. Once the food arrive Robin tucks in making mmm sounds. You pick up your tuna roll with the chopsticks and put it in your mouth. As you chew something definitely doesn’t sit with you right. Your stomach churns at the taste. You look at Robin with a worried expression, before she can say anything to you, you are holding your stomach running to the bathroom. As soon as you reach the toilet you throw up. ‘Y/N? You okay?’ Robin asks making her way to you out of breath. You continue to throw up. Once your stomach is empty you flush the toilet and sit on the floor.m, wiping your mouth. ‘I don’t know what came over me. I love this place’ you say clutching your stomach. ‘Well you’ve been saying you’ve not been feeling great these last few mornings. Your not pregnant you?’ Robin says laughing making a joke

You look up to her, face paler than ever. Shit. Your late. Your never late. Since you were thirteen you’ve always been on time. Robin notices your change of colour and bends down to you. ‘Shit Y/N, are you actually pregnant?’ She asks shocked. You look at her with tears filling your eyes. ‘We need to go to the pharmacy. Now’ you say in a panicked voice. ‘Shit. Okay okay, we will go’ Robin says trying to be reassuring. You walk quickly out the bathroom leaving money for the sushi and grabbing your bags nearly running to the pharmacy. You look around and find a test. You hide it as you take it to the counter. Your in and out fast as you place the money down not bothering to wait for your change. You find the nearest bathroom to the pharmacy. Robin looks at you surprised. ‘N-now?’ She asks. ‘Yes now, I, I need to know’ you say closing the door dragging Robin in with you. She turns as you pull down your trousers and knickers, you open the test reading the instructions carefully. ‘Two for yes. One for no’ you mumble to yourself. You pee on the stick. ‘It says we have to wait three minutes’ you say pulling up your things. Robin turns to you as you sit back down on the toilet, your heart feels like it’s going to jump out your chest. ‘Robbie. What the fuck do I do?’ You say running your hands through your hair. Robin bends down rubbing your knees, ‘Why don’t we see what the test says first, then we can talk about it?’ She says with a small smile trying to help you stay calm. ‘I don’t even know who the fucking guy was!’ You say as tears start to roll down your cheeks. Robin brings you in for a hug as you sob onto her shoulders. You stay like this for a while until you calm down. You pull away and take a deep breath. ‘Can you look? I, I can’t’ you say passing her the test. Robin looks down and sees the two lines. ‘It’s, its positive’ she says showing you. You look at the test hands shaking. ‘Fuck’ you say not knowing what to do. You both stay speechless for a few minutes until you wipes the tears and shove the test in your bag. ‘Okay here’s what we’re gonna do’ you start to say taking a deep breath. ‘We’ve already made plans to go to Joyce’s and Hoppers house for the BBQ. We confirmed we definitely could yesterday. We can’t cancel. It’s a joint belated birthday party for Hopper and his friend. It will look weird if we don’t go. So this stays between us okay? I’m, I’m not ready to think about it yet. We got there and put on a smile. Promise?’ You say reaching for her hands. She takes them and holds them tightly. ‘Are you sure you want to Y/N? I’m sure they’d understand if we just say that your sick?’ She asks. You shake your head. ‘I’m sure, this is the first time in a long time I’ve been here for Hoppers party. I’m not gonna let them down. Let’s just get out of here please?’ You say pleaded. Robin nods, you both get up and leave your situation behind for now. The drive home is quiet, you don’t really know what to say. Once in the apartment you get ready for the party in your room. You chose a pretty purple dress with white flowers on it. Before putting it on you can’t help but look at yourself in the mirror. You look at your stomach and subconsciously your hands begin to reach for it. You quickly move them away when you hear a knock at your door. ‘Just a second’ you shout quickly putting on your dress. You open the door and are greeted by Robin. ‘Ready?’ She says with concern in her face. You shake off the feeling of wanting to hide and nod. ‘Ready. Let’s go’ you say grabbing Hoppers present. Robin grabs his friends, apparently he likes vodka. Just like before the drive over is quiet. Once Robin parks up your heart beats faster. ‘Y/N are you one hundred percent sure you want to do this?’ Robin asks turning to you. You take some deep breaths. ‘Yes, I’m sure’ you reply. You get out the car and begin to walk round to the garden, Robin quickly joins you side linking your arm giving you a warm smile.

The garden is decorated in balloons and a banner that says, ‘Happy belated birthday Hopper and Dmitri!’ ‘So is Dmitri Hoppers friend?’ You ask pointing to the sign. Robin nods. ‘Yeah, he’s a nice guy. Russian, you’ll like him’ she says with a warm smile. You smile back as you make your way over to Hopper and Joyce. ‘Happy belated birthday Hop!’ You say smiling. ‘Hey Y/N, hey Robin! Thanks so much for coming’ he says bringing you both in for a joint hug. ‘Wouldn’t miss it for the world’ you say hugging him back. ‘Where should we put the presents?’ Robin asks. ‘Just inside on the table, thanks’ Hopper replies smiling. Robin give you a look to make sure you’re okay whist she put the presents inside, you nod giving her a small smile. ‘Hi sweetie, so glad you could make it’ Joyce says bringing you in for a hug. ‘Thank you for the invite’ you say squeezing her back tightly. ‘Can I get you a drink? We’ve got some wine, champagne, beer?’ Hopper asks returning to the BBQ turning over the sausages. The smell makes your tummy feel queasy again. ‘Sure wine- actually water thanks’ you say quickly. Hopper and Joyce look at one another surprised as it wasn’t like you to turn down a drink. ‘I’m, I’m just trying to have one drink a week already. Gad it yesterday after a long day at work.’ You say hoping they’ll believe you. Before the reply you hear a voice coming from inside getting slowly louder as they come outside. Why do you recognise it? ‘Robin too kind of you to get me a present. Thank you’ Dmitri says as he and Robin walk outside to you. ‘Y/N, I don’t think you’ve met Dmitri yet’ Hopper says gesturing to you. You turn around to greet him. As your eyes meet one another everything feels like it is happening in slow motion. Your heart beating loudly. Sweaty palms. Face turning pale. This is him. This is your one night stand. You stand an stare at him in disbelief. ‘Y/N? Y/N you okay?’ You hear someone ask but everything sounds fuzzy. Dmitri can’t believe it. It’s you? After this long month of wondering it’s you? He’s heard Hopper and Joyce talk about you so much he felt like he already knew you. I guess in a way he did. As Dmitri opens his mouth to speak your stomach churns with the feeling again. You can’t stop what is happening. Your throw up right there on the floor.

‘Fuck, fuck’ you say as you see throw up on Dmitri’s shoes. ‘I, I’m sorry’ you run into the house crying. ‘I, I’ll check on her’ Robin says running after you. Everyone else stands there speechless. ‘Why don’t we go clean them up?’ Joyce says making her way to Dmitri avoiding your sick. Dmitri nods, ‘Yes please’ he sighs. That was not the reaction he was hoping for. The sight of him made you sick. It made him feel truly awful. You run to the bathroom slamming the door behind you. The tears start again. ‘Y/N! Open!’ Robin shouts banging on the door. Your hands tremble as you unlock the door. Robin quickly comes in locking it behind her. ‘What happened?! Are you okay?’ Robin asks as she watches you pace back and forth. ‘Y/N!?’ She says your name louder grabbing your shoulders to look at her. ‘Robbie. It’s, its him’ you say lip trembling. ‘What do you mean?’ Robin asks confused. ‘Dmitri. Dmitri was my one night stand. Dmitri is the father’

#dmitri antonov fanfic #dmitri antonov #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri x reader #dmitri stranger things #enzo stranger things #enzo x reader #strangerthings #stranger things smut #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #johnathan byers #steve harrington #argyle stranger things #jim hopper #joyce byers #eleven hopper #murray bauman

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skvlly-idk · 2 years ago

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Enzo / Dmitri Antonov X Reader(?)!

A/N: the russian used in this is from google translate so if anything is off please let me know

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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, hair pulling, choking, breeding kink without pregnancy, slight praising, officer reader

Pairings: Mdom!Enzo x Fsub!Reader

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

I banged on the cell door to the american. He looked up at me with no emotion, standing up with his hands cuffed.

"пошли, американец." I ordered, unlocking the cage.

(translation: come on, american.")

"пизда." He mumbled as another guard passed us, i punched him in the back of his head to show the other guard we weren't about to have a conversation.

(translation: "pussy.")

"Did you meet with him yet?" i spoke, walking next to him.

"Yeah. He’s a real charmer." He mumbled sarcastically.

"Yeah yeah," I chuckled, pushing him ahead a little for him to step up on the stool. The guard infront of him raddled his chains, I noticed him tense up a bit as the guard did this.

Without another thought, I turned and walked away from the area to go find Dmitri. He told me to meet him in room 218 on the second floor.

The blue painted doors that were somewhat chipped and rusty passed by me as i counted the numbers up. Finally, I reached 218.

I tapped on the door in our code, 2 times then a pause then another 2 times.

"The doors unlocked." He spoke from the other side. I twisted the handle and walked in. He was sat on the couch, watching some old Russian show.

"So what's up?" I asked, walking towards him before i sat on the couch as well, taking my hat off my head and fixing my hair.

"Eh, just wanted to talk."

"Oh. Alright well, what's the plan with the American?"

"I have a guy, names Yuri. When his woman pays the money Yuri flys over and gets the american. Theres a vehicle waiting for him when he gets out of here."

I nodded, my eyes trailing down him. He had his hat off and I had to admit, he looks good.

"Yknow, i've never seen you with your hat off." I changed the conversation, making him turn to me.

"I haven't seen you without yours either." His accent was strong as his eyes curiously danced around my face.

A small smile appeared on my lips as I brushed down my hair with my fingers slightly before getting caught on a curl.

His attention turned back to the TV when we heard loud laughing.

The window on the right caught my eye when I noticed snow fall. I suddenly felt a hand gently land on my thigh, squeezing it slightly. Immediately, I was wet. I turned to him, his eyes lingered on my body before he spoke. “Can I?” He asked, his hands reaching around my waist. I nodded, making him pull me on his thigh.

A whimper escaped my lips as I gently moved against his leg, grinding slowly. His hands grabbed my waist, pulling me onto his dick that was throbbing through his pants, he wrapped his arms around my waist as I started gently grinding against him again. His hands traveled up to my hair while he attacked my neck, yanking my hair back to get more skin. He began grunting under me as my body twitched gently.

Suddenly, I felt my body being stopped and lifted, his hands immediately going to his belt, unbuckling it quickly. I stood up quickly, pulling my pants down. His dick sprung out of his boxers before he grabbed my hands and pulled me back on top of him all in a swift movement, he pulled my underwear to the side, immediately entering me.

A whimperish-moan escaped my lips as he filled me completely. A few grunts escaped him before he whispered curse words in Russian. I felt him throb inside of me when I began to grind and move up and down all together.

He held my waist with his hands, throwing his head back as he shut his eyes. His legs gently bounced while I continued to move on top of him.

"Fuck." I moaned, my hands going under his shirt, rubbing up and down his chest. I removed my hands from under his shirt as he lifted his head back up and made strong eye contact with me. I pulled him in, our lips connecting frantically, our chests moved up and down from breathing so heavily. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my hands in his hair. Our faces stayed close to each other as he pulled his lips away. Our heavy pants echoed throughout the quiet room, the only other noise was the tv and the slight slapping noises.

"You feel so good." He moaned, our lips rubbing against each other as I began moving harder and faster. Each thrust up slammed against my g spot, my legs quivered as I was reaching my high. I felt his whole cock in me, my walls squeezing him, making me tighter and tighter. He moaned my name a few times, turning me on so much more.

I removed my hands from his hair and placed them on the back of the couch, throwing my head back as I bounced on his cock, my whole body bouncing now as he put his head under my shirt, I felt him move my bra, sucking on my nipples gently. My body started twitching harshly, my movements pausing every second.

His head popped out from under my shirt, hair messy as he grabbed my waist and guided me to my climax. His hands then traveled up my body to my neck, wrapping both hands around it, holding it firmly as I came all over him. My walls clenched around him tightly making his cock twitch in me as well. I felt his load shoot up into me, he slammed his hips up into me more, hands still wrapped around my neck.

My legs shook aggressively as we both let out moans and whimpers. He slammed into me a few more times until I tapped on his arm to stop.

"Fuck," I whimpered, he was still inside of me, another moan escaped me as I came a little more.

He tapped my thigh gently telling me to get off of him. I did and sat on the couch, covering my body as I continued to twitch. Both my cum and his spilled out of me before he pulled up his boxers again and looked at me. Thank god i was on the pill. I felt him pull me over gently and lay my head against his chest, kissing my head gently.

did that actually just happen?

#ao3 #dmitri antonov #enzo #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st #st4 #stranger things smut #st smut #dmitri antonov smut #enzo smut #jim hopper #smut #dmitri antonov x reader

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lovebugism · 2 years ago

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i am so sorry but reader talking about robin right before making out with eddie is like absolutely the best thing i’ve ever read i’m obsessed i genuinely can’t wait for anything else in that universe that you do

THE CUSTOMER'S ALWAYS RIGHT | god help the girl

summary: in which you come to terms with the fact that you're hopelessly in love with eddie munson. pairing: virgin!eddie munson x reader word count: 13k warning: phone sex, more discussions of shitty boyfriends, j*son c*rver name drop, talks of unhealthy eating practices, smut 18+ mdni! a/n: this ask has been sitting in my inbox for ages now, but i wanted to save it until robin made an appearance in the series! thank you, anon, for being so sweet! and for the few of you who've been waiting on me to finally post <3 hope you enjoy! xoxo

( PREVIOUSLY ) | ( SERIES MASTERLIST ) | ( NEXT )

They only met once, but it changed their lives forever.

That’s what the movie cover reads at least, but the words have long blurred into a jumbled mess at your tunnel vision. John Bender stares you in the face, but all you see is Eddie — boyish and brazen and scowling because he thinks it makes him look intimidating, but nowhere near as cruel as he seems.

He’s certainly got the hair for it, much longer and curls far wilder than Judd Nelson’s measly set of brushed-back locks. He’s got the terribly animated personality down pat, too; the one that either makes you laugh uncontrollably or squirm in discomfort when it’s pointed your way. And the style’s a pretty fine match also, though you’d argue that no one sports a leather jacket quite like Eddie Munson does.

Wallowing in your boredom at the empty Family Video store on Main Street — where your best friends slave over mundane work with aching backs and a lingering sense of gratefulness that no customer has been in in well over an hour — you find yourself analyzing each character pictured on the front cover of The Breakfast Club.

Robin would surely be Allison, you conclude rather quickly, because their deadpanned glowers are eerily identical. They’ve also got this sort of atypical aura to them, too, like a dark storm cloud or the promise of a long night. But strangely it sparkles — strikes of lightning or a sky full of stars. It draws everyone’s attention to them; even when they’re desperately trying to hide in the very back of a room.

And Steve would be Andrew, not particularly because of his affections for this Allison-Reynolds-Robin-Buckley hybrid you’ve concocted, but because "popular guy with daddy issues" is a trope that fits him far too well. He’s way more likely to get detention for trying to look cool in front of his assholes friends than for anything actually malicious of heart. But that would’ve been years ago now. He’s not that kind of guy anymore.

He’s soft and sweet — a Brian Johnson sort of soft and sweet, if you will. If Brian wasn’t the brains, but the sweetest dumbass anyone’s ever met.

You realize then, that Jim Hopper would make a mean Richard Vernon. He’s impatient to a fault, almost too stern at times, but never enough to make you genuinely fearful of him. You’ve found that it’s virtually impossible for you to take him seriously when he’s so cartoonishly angry. It’s a match made in heaven, you find, though Jim might take offense to the comparison.

And if Eddie is Bender, then that’d make you the Claire Standish of the bunch.

She’s dreadfully stylish, a bit stuck-up at times, and perhaps a little bit more spoiled than the average person; but it’s not like she ever claimed to be perfect. And you wouldn’t either.

You’ll take more pride in your wardrobe filled with pretty pleated skirts and flouncy dresses than your somewhat glacial disposition. And you might not be drowning in daddy’s money, but you’re certainly spoiled in other ways — if only in the employee discount at Enzo’s that got you wine for cheap and your connections at Family Video that meant free movie nights whenever you wanted.

The bad boy and the princess was a tale as old as time itself. It’s a fairytale you wouldn’t mind living in if it ended how it did in the movies — with a kiss on the cheek and an exchanged diamond earring in the calloused palm of another. A soft pink smile and a celebratory fist in the air.

But you’ve met your fair share of John Bender’s and none of them had been particularly kind to you, let alone had fallen in love with you.

Maybe that’s because you were no Claire Standish. Never pretty enough, never mousy enough, never pure enough. You try and dissect why you’ve never been successfully loved, and all the signs point to you, you, you.

You hope Eddie’s different. You need Eddie to be different.

“Something’s wrong with me,” you blurt out of nowhere.

Well, it’s not totally out of the blue for you. You’d been stewing over that thought since you got there — since you left the woods with damp underwear and the scent of you on Eddie’s fingers.

But to Steve and Robin, who’d stayed relatively silent and locked eyes only once after they noticed how abnormally hushed you’d gone, it catches them quite off guard.

Steve lifts his heavy head from where he mans the counter. His tired eyes leave the computerized catalog for the first time in forty minutes, and he has to rub at them with the bottom of his palms to see you properly. Meanwhile, Robin crouches at your side, taking returned tapes from the bin sitting next to her and placing them back upon the shelf you lean against.

She blinks up at you, deep ocean eyes swimming with apprehension, like she can sense the spiral you’ve just about twisted yourself into.

“What do you mean?” she wonders, ever the supportive best friend, as she plucks Heather’s, Pretty in Pink, and Weird Science from the bin and sets them onto their assigned rows in the Teen Drama section.

“Eddie won’t fuck me.”

Neither of them is particularly stunned by the unabashed nature of your admission.

Not only have they both fucked you at one point or another, but they’re your best friends — no one’s ever going to know you quite the way they do. It leaves little left unsaid between the three of you, with secrets you’ve all sworn to take to your graves. Steve once stuck a finger in his ass to see if he liked it (he did) and Robin sometimes gets off on her childhood teddy bear (rather ironically named Mr. Snuggles).

So this? This was nothing. Especially in comparison to all the other shit you’ve confessed to them because god knows the whore of Hawkins has a plethora of stories to tell.

Steve is more shocked by the name that leaves your mouth than anything else. “Eddie Munson?” he repeats with furrowed brows, like he had to have heard you wrong.

You bring your chin to your right shoulder to look at him, then nod.

“Eddie… The Freak… Munson?”

You nod again, slower for him this time.

“You wanna fuck… Eddie Munson?” Steve reiterates once more, as though the idea was too appalling to be true. “Eddie Munson — The Freak?”

“Yes, Steve,” you huff in irritation.

His face contorts into a puppy-like confusion. A frown settles between his bushy brows and he cocks his head to the side, nose scrunching and his lip quirking slightly. He couldn’t look more disgusted if he tried.

“…Why?”

You groan and tilt your head back dramatically. “That’s not what’s important here, Steve. The better question is why won’t he fuck me?”

The boy’s lack of any actual assistance doesn’t surprise Robin in the slightest — his dumbfounded gaze and innate confusion are actually pretty on brand. It just puts all the burden on her, to help you wriggle out of the mess you’d tangled yourself into.

It’s not like she isn’t used to it, though, nor does she mind doing it for you. She walks you through your emotions like a professional, squashing out all the burning orange embers for you before they have the chance to burst into flames.

“Well, what do you mean he won’t fuck you? Like… did he actually say that or does he just wanna, you know, take things slow?”

The latter would’ve been way too easy. Eddie’s always been nice enough to you. It’d make sense for him to want to stay unhurried and gentle with you, but those words weren’t exactly in your vocabulary.

The first time you were alone with him, you were getting yourself off on his thigh after making him come in his jeans. The next time you saw him, after four days of him clinging to your consciousness, there wasn’t as much small talk so much as there were two of his fingers stuffed knuckle-deep inside of you.

You don’t know Eddie’s birthday, but you know how he likes to be touched — squeezed and not rubbed. You don’t know his middle name or how he likes his eggs in the morning or what his relationship with his mother is like, but he’s already made you come. Twice.

You are completely, utterly, and totally incapable of taking things slow. So it wasn’t that. It couldn’t be. So it had to be the other thing. The very scary, terrifying, boogeyman of a thing.

“I mean, I offered to give him a blowjob and he completely turned me down,” you lament in reply.

Robin and Steve wince. Like, physically wince. Their faces scrunch and their heads flinch from something invisible. Audible ooh’s fall from their mouths without them even realizing it, because you don’t get rejected. Ever. Especially not after offering to pleasure someone without much of anything in return.

They don’t mean to react the way they do. The visible shock that coats their features is involuntary more than it is anything, and it only adds to your fears.

“Exactly!” you exclaim.

“I hate to say it, but I think hell might be freezing over as we speak,” Steve half-jokes.

“Well, he was working, right?” Robin asks with raised brows. “Maybe he was just busy.”

“Sorry, Rob, but no guy’s too busy for a blowjob.”

“Real charming, Stevie.”

“Maybe he just has a small dick,” the boy concludes with a shrug.

“I felt his dick,” you shake your head almost immediately. The feeling of Eddie’s hard cock through his denim jeans, all rough and warm against your palm, hasn’t yet left you. “It’s not small.”

“Well, maybe he can’t get it up—”

“Yeah, that’s not a problem either.”

Eddie was rock hard when you left him, throbbing and aching and obviously needing some kind of relief. That’s partly why you’d been so ardent to return the favor, though the other half of it was purely selfish — you haven’t seen a more beautiful sight than Eddie Munson getting off. To deprive yourself of that masterpiece made you feel like you were starving.

You have a hard time imagining the raging hard-on just… dissipating after you’d left him. That means he probably jerked off in the back of his van and you missed it. And if he came, right after he promised everything was okay, that means he just didn’t want you to do it… right?

Steve seems to be caught in the same inner turmoil you’re currently stuck in; and for good reason. In all the years he’s known you, he can count on one hand how many times he’s had to turn you down. And every time, it was because he’d gotten back together with Nancy. It was never because of you. Not once. And sometimes he felt like it hurt him as much as it did you.

As far as Steve’s concerned, you’re so out of Eddie Munson’s league that you’re not even in his fucking orbit — so the freak show, turning you down, doesn’t make whole lot of sense to him.

“Huh…”

“It’s me. It’s definitely me,” you conclude with the shake of your head. A bitter, almost hysterical laugh spills from your lips. “He thinks I’m fucking ugly or disgusting or something. It’s totally fucking me—”

Robin completely abandons her basket of tapes then. She rises to stand in front of you, looking timid as she does so. Her raised brows form wrinkles on her freckled forehead and her blue eyes widen to reveal more of the whites of them. She looks like she’s approaching a wild animal. A bomb that’s about to explode.

“Okay… You’re starting to spiral, alright? So let’s just try and take a few deep breaths—”

You don’t listen to her.

Actually, you do quite the opposite, as you begin to blurt every fleeting thought that crosses your mind.

“I’ve made out with nearly everyone in this stupid town— I’m pretty sure I’ve fucked almost half— and you’d think Eddie would wanna take advantage of that, the way everyone makes him out to be some sort of freak, right? But he hasn’t and at this rate, he won’t, and I just don’t understand why,” you ramble without taking in a single breath. “Usually being a slut is a huge turn-on for guys, you know? But what if Eddie thinks it’s gross? I mean, it is gross— I’m gross—”

You only stop for air when Robin takes your shoulders in both hands. She looks less apprehensive and more stern, as she forces you to look at her.

“Look. I love you, but you need to get a hold of yourself, alright? I know you’re not used to being told no, and I know how much it sucks, but shit happens. I’m willing to bet all the money I’ve ever seen that whatever is going on with Eddie has nothing to do with you, okay? And if it’s making you this upset, maybe you should just talk to him.”

“But I don’t wanna seem like I’m too eager, that’s gross—”

“Then find someone else to fuck,” she offers with her signature Robin Buckley half-smile. “I’m sure it would take you less than five minutes to find a willing participant.”

“Yeah, right here,” Steve jokes from the counter with the pathetic wave of his hand and a dumb grin on his lips.

You don’t hear him over the voices in your head — half calling you crazy for letting a boy drive you this mad over nothing, and the other half bitterly affirming each of your deep-rooted insecurities.

Your face screws up, like the thought of being with anyone other than Eddie upsets you — it does upset you.

“I don’t want anyone else.”

“Then what do you want?” Robin yells in your face, shaking you by your shoulders.

“I want Eddie!” you shout back without thinking. The words seem to spill out of nowhere. It takes you of all people by surprise. No one in this rat trap town would ever expect the whore of Hawkins to want to settle down, least of all the harlot herself. It’s strange; it’s riveting; it’s really fucking scary. “…Fuck.”

The brunette smirks, proud of herself. “Well. There’s your answer.”

“I hate when you’re right,” you mumble to yourself, pouting as she crouches back down again.

“I know.”

It was a terrifying thought, to know that you were head over heels for someone else. You try to come to terms with what that means.

Sometimes you think you fall in love with a new person every day. A cute guy holds the door open for you, a pretty girl compliments your outfit — they never think about you again, but they’re on your mind for days. It was so easy to develop such meaningless infatuations, especially when you were bored.

But Eddie was different.

He was a nice guy. A nice guy that was sweet to you just for the sake of being sweet to you; not because he secretly wanted something in return. That made you fall for him at first, but then you just… kept on falling. Eddie Munson was an infinite void you couldn’t crawl your way out of even if you wanted to, even if you tried.

And that’s what frightened you the most.

Because if you really thought about it, you’ve only truly been in love a handful of times. And, sure, it didn’t work out — that was normal — but some of them fucking ruined you.

You’re still trying to figure out who you are without all of the people that have broken your heart. You’re still fighting like hell every day to recognize the person you see in the mirror, while Billy Hargrove fucks off with a new girl every other week like he didn’t totally destroy you.

But, even still, Eddie was completely different. No one’s ever made you feel the way he makes you feel. And it’s more than the stupid heavy petting — it’s more than anything. It’s never been like this before; not even with the blonde mulleted asshole who ripped your heart to shreds.

And you’re scared that if you get hurt again, you’ll never be able to come back from it.

“Steve, do you have another copy of Fast Times in the back?” you suddenly ask the boy, tossing him a look over your shoulder.

It’s your last ditch effort to rid yourself of the ponderous, gray doom and gloom surrounding you like some storm cloud. Your comfort movie solves all of your problems — or, at the very least, Phoebe Cates does — but it seems everyone else in town has developed a similar fondness for minute fifty-three of the film and got all the tapes off the shelf before you could get your hands on one.

“You know I keep on in stock for you,” he answers quietly.

He reaches below the counter to pull out a spare copy for you, and your heart swells with the rays of a thousand rising suns and the songs of every morning bird.

Steve told you some time ago that he could change. And back then, all it did was piss you off, because he didn’t want to change for the town slut — for the girl he put through the goddamn ringer. He wanted to change for Nancy. The princess bruised his brittle ego a little, and then he realized what an asshole he’d been to everyone, to you.

But as angry as it made you, you never believed him. “Once the King of Hawkins High, always the King of Hawkins High,” you remarked bitterly.

You wouldn’t say it to his face, for the sake of keeping his ego from inflating all over again, but you could tell he was really changing.

He was kinder, he was softer. He stopped caring about what everyone thought about him, about what not caring would do to his reputation, and started giving a fuck about the people worth giving a fuck about.

Apparently, you were one of them.

“…Really?”

He nods with a subtle shrug. Like it was no big deal. Like it wasn’t one of the sweetest things he’d ever done for you — keeping your favorite movie on hand so you’ll always have a spare, knowing that it’s the only thing that gets you out of a deep, dark funk sometimes.

“Stevie… You’re gonna make me blush,” you lilt with a grin as you saunter over to him, hands innocently laced behind your back. “You need to be careful, Harrington. I’m gonna start to think you actually like me.”

He scoffs. “I do like you.”

“Yeah, when it’s convenient.”

It’s obvious your joke hits him where it hurts. It serves as a bitter reminder of the asshole he used to be, the douchebag he’s trying like hell to grow out of. He looks up at you with a sheepish, honey-tinted gaze before ducking away again.

A year or more ago it would’ve made you feel good, to know that you hurt him just a fraction of the way he hurt you. But you know that that isn’t the same man standing in front of you now, that he’d rather die than make hurt your feelings, and it makes you feel like shit for saying it in the first place.

“Sorry,” you apologize with a scrunched nose. The palms of your hands dig into the edges of the counter as you lean against it. Your shrug. “It just kinda came out…”

The barcode scanner in his hand beeps as he passes the thing over the back of the tape — never charging you, just getting the movie out of the database.

“So, uh…” he starts before clearing his throat. He focuses his gaze on the computer and types on the bulky keyboard with the tip of his pointer finger. “You really like this Eddie guy, huh?”

“Maybe. I think so.”

“And he’s not, like… a total freak or anything?”

You can’t tell if he’s trying to look out for you or if he just wants intel on what it’s like trying (and failing) to bang the local weirdo. Either way, it makes a smile tug slow at your lips as you joke: “Not in the way everyone thinks.”

“Jesus,” he winces at the obscenity of your words.

“Sorry,” you apologize again, though the laugh that bubbles from your lips after cancels out any hint of actual sincerity. “You don’t need to give me the talk or anything, Steve. I can take care of myself.”

“…Can you?” he half-jokes.

It makes you falter. “Well… With you and Robin and Hopper constantly on my ass, then yeah.”

“Just don’t want you to get hurt,” Steve finally admits, soft and suddenly shy as he hands the VHS over to you.

“That’s rich coming from you—”

He jerks back the tape before you can take it from him, leaving your hand reaching for thin air. His cinnamon eyes glimmer with a foreign seriousness, not completely unkind, but lacking their usual blithe. “That’s why I’m saying it. I just… I want you to be okay.”

Steve is one of the rare ones, you conclude right then in there — in the liminal emptiness of Family Video, beneath fluorescent lights that cast sharp shadows upon his already chiseled features. He was a mythical creature of a man, one who breaks your heart and does everything in his power to mend it again.

He hasn’t forgotten about what he did to you, not like Billy did, and he won’t. Not ever. He saw what he did to you and he never moved on from it, just matured enough to make sure it never happened again. And he won’t let another unworthy douchebag hurt you like he did. Not if he can help it, at least.

And he did try to warn you about Hargrove, to be fair. You were just the dumbass that didn’t listen.

“Well, me and my Phoebe Cates wet dream are golden, Pony Boy,” you promise. He hands you the tape again and lets you snatch it from his grip this time. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, Stevie.”

Steve Harrington was right.

The fleeting thought flashes across your mind for half a second, and you quickly realize that those words have never been uttered in the same sentence before now. But he wasn’t wrong in what he’d said about you, just before you left — you were completely, totally, absolutely, and implicitly unable to take care of yourself.

You nearly passed out in the bathroom after taking the hottest shower of your life, feeling too woozy to slap on anything other than moisturizer because you failed to remember to actually eat something that day. It wasn’t totally your fault, though; if anything, it was because of Eddie and all the butterflies he’d given you that made food the very last thing on your mind.

You half-heartedly dry yourself off, keeping your hair in a towel, while you slip on a cotton set of underwear you’ve had for way longer than what's likely acceptable. Damp and half-naked, you prance into the kitchen to fix Bowie her bowl of dinner before you feed yourself.

You fork a can of wet food onto a flower-shaped plate and let her eat on the counter — because you’re an adult now, and you can do that sort of thing.

The calico purrs while she feasts, but your stomach thunders with negligence. You peek into your mostly bare refrigerator and make a mental note to go grocery shopping when you get paid next week.

With a lack of food and an even lesser will to cook something, you settle for the half-eaten chocolate bar you keep stashed in the very back of the fridge; kept only for the most special of occasions — when you’re reveling in your loneliness and trying to convince yourself that you can make it on your own.

It was practically the size of your forearm when you first bought the thing at some too expensive candy store in the city. Now it’s no bigger than your hand.

You eat the thing in bed, even though you know you’ll get crumbs everywhere and that it’ll make sleep agonizing for you — if you get any, that is. You’re bound to feel like a total zombie by the time the sun rises and the late-night sweet will likely make its appearance on your skin by then, in a red and raging blemish of a consequence.

You’ll feel empty and starved and surly, a snapping grouch instead of an actual person, until you get some actual food in your system.

And you’re more than aware of all of these things, but you don’t do a single damn thing about them.

You’re nothing but a sulking lump upon an unmade bed, lying in a pitch-black darkness that’s evaded only by the static-y television across your room, trying your best to pretend like you aren’t waiting for Eddie’s phone call. It’s hard to remember to forget him, though, when the movie you’re watching is practically a feature film of him and all the ways he makes you feel.

Spicoli and his terribly inebriated friends slur as they chorus “No shoes, no shirt, no diiiice” and you swear you can feel Eddie’s shoulder bump softly against yours as he laughs, hear every sound of his melodic chuckle in your ear that made you giggle right along with him. The low bass of Moving in Stereo plays in the otherwise empty silence of your bedroom, and every beat feels like the rhythm of your thrusts against his thigh.

Eddie Munson is all-consuming.

Even the thought of him feels physical.

Phoebe Cates all but undresses herself in front of you, but you’re stuck thinking about some guy who lives in a trailer park across town, deals drugs for a living, and can’t graduate high school. You’re a total fucking goner.

Your eyes flutter shut, and instead of the backs of your eyelids, you see Eddie’s trailer. Your lips start to tingle as they kiss his for the first time — hungry, yearning, needing. His thigh is pressed snugly into your cunt, denim jeans rough against your soft cotton panties, and you have to bite back a moan when he tenses every time you squeeze his hard, covered cock.

You can feel it, all of him, like he were here with you now.

You wish that he were.

His fingers would feel far better, leave far more sparks of electricity in your belly, than the ones as you sneak through the hem of your underwear.

You try and take things slow with yourself, to be as gentle as he had been with you earlier in the woods, but it feels strange to treat yourself with so much tenderness. To touch your pussy like it’s the first time it’s ever been touched. Like it’s a beautiful thing you need to be sweet to.

Maybe you find it so foreign to be careful with yourself because no one has ever been careful with you.

No one, except for Eddie.

Your touch doesn’t rival his. It doesn’t even come close.

No matter how tightly you squeeze your eyes shut or how hard you try to pretend that they’re his fingers inside of you, you can’t make yourself feel as good as he did.

Your fingers aren’t as rough as his guitar-string-scarred ones and they don’t caress your clit with the same methodical care. They don’t fill you quite the same either, nowhere near as satisfying as his much thicker ones.

And you’re no stranger to masturbation, not by any means. Sometimes it’s the only way you can guarantee an orgasm for yourself when you’ve got a partner who cares so little about your own pleasure. But Eddie was different. Eddie cared — so much so, that he’s gotten more orgasms out of you than you’ve gotten from him, which is something you’ve never said about anyone else you’ve been with.

It’s rare and unfamiliar, a bouquet of all things refreshing and terrifying and strange, tied together with a pretty little ribbon.

You know that you can make yourself come. It’ll just take way too long to actually be worthwhile and won’t be nearly as mind-blowing as you need it to be. You won’t be left with trembling thighs and nearly numb legs — just a pitiful excuse for an orgasm that you could get from any one of your exes with half as much work.

What you need is Eddie.

And you hate that. You hate how much you need him and you’re terrified of what that means.

As far as precedent goes, right when you start needing someone is usually when they start to leave. It’s like fucking clockwork most of the time — like everyone knows that you’re a ticking time bomb and eventually it gets too risky to stand too close to you.

You’ll just have to keep Eddie at arm's distance. So he won’t see the grenade that you are.

You pull your fingers out of your wanting cunt, still slick and throbbing with a need that you can’t give it, when the phone rings.

The high-pitched shrill in the quiet makes you tense like it’s the first time you’ve ever heard the damn thing. Your breath catches in your throat, first out of fright and then at the inclination of who waits for you on the other line.

Suddenly, you’re scrambling to collect yourself. As though there was any possibility that Eddie might be able to see you through the phone line.

You wipe your wet fingers haphazardly on the cotton of your underwear and sit up straighter from your ungracefully lazed position. Then you count to five — one mississippi… two mississippi… three — so Eddie won’t think you’re some kind of crazy person who doesn’t have anything better to do than wait for his call.

So he won’t know that’s exactly what you are.

You lift the ruby red rotary from its hook at your bedside table and stretch the corkscrew cord to press it to your ear. “…Hello?”

“Yeah, hi. I’d like to order a pizza. Half pepperoni, half hawaiian.”

You roll your eyes at his dumb joke, even though the familiarity of his voice makes you smile. It warms you like a home-cooked meal, like you were high-pitched and starving before and now you’re on the soothing comedown of finally being satiated.

“Yeah, sorry, we’re closed.”

“Then why’d you pick up the phone, huh?” he teases back. You swear you can hear the grin in his voice. You didn’t know a smile could be so audible. It makes you wonder if he can hear yours — if you’re doing a real shit job at pretending. You anxiously twirl the cord with the pointer finger of your free hand.

“Because I’ve been waiting for you to call me all night, dummy.”

Your answer is more honest than either of you were expecting.

Eddie’s sigh crackles through the shoddy reception. “Yeah. Sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart. I’ve been working all night. I only got home, like, five minutes ago.”

You can hear the heavy exhaustion in his voice. “Rough day?”

“Kinda,” he answers with a shrug. You can hear the grating squeak of his mattress as he plops down onto his bed. “I dealt to one of Jason’s goons today… They always give me a hard time.”

“I’m sorry,” is all you can think to answer.

Eddie’s been the brunt of every joke since seventh grade — people made fun of too big clothes, his too wild hair, his too loud music. But he took it all in stride, laughing with everyone else before volleying a harsher joke back in response. You almost started to think that he liked it. That, somewhere deep down, he was fond of all the attention he got from people who supposedly couldn’t stand him.

But it hurts to know that it hurts him.

“Don’t apologize. It’s not like you did anything,” he assures with a soft laugh. He makes the bold decision to be honest then, too. “You, uh… You made my day a whole lot better, actually.”

You don’t know if he’s talking about the brief fling in the woods or the phone call you’re sharing now or if you particularly care either way. Your heart flutters like it’s been kissed by the wings of a butterfly.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean… I don’t know— I couldn’t stop thinking about you, you know. And, knowing that I was gonna get to talk to you again kinda got me through the day, I guess… And, yes, I am fully aware of how lame that sounds, but—”

You don’t get to hear the rest of his excuse, of why what he just told you totally isn’t lame, because you’re covering the receiver with your palm and turning to squeal into your pillow. A far more pathetic sight, in your humble opinion.

There hasn’t been a more fulfilling feeling than this one, to know that he’s been feeling the same way you’ve been feeling about him this whole time. It’s better than all the orgasms he could give you combined, to be loved so wholly.

“…You okay?” you hear his muffled voice ask after you’ve gone suddenly AWOL.

You press the phone back to your ear and nod like he can see you. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. The phone… fell— you said you just got home?”

“Uh, yeah. I met with Hellfire for a bit at school. We’re almost at the end of the Cult of Vecna, so they’re kinda on my ass about it. The little shits are obsessed.”

“Well, they should be. It’s a really good campaign, Eds.”

“Thanks to you,” he mutters. You can almost picture the glimmer in his button eyes and the shaky half-smirk he always looks at you with when he gets all shy.

“That was all you, Eddie Spaghetti,” you retort. “I still have no idea how you did it.”

“Did what?” he wonders, chuckling a bit at the nickname.

“Make something so beautiful out of thin air.”

Lying in the depths of his bedroom, blanketed by the darkness and bathing in streams of moonlight, Eddie feels his breath catch in his throat.

For the first time in his life, he doesn’t have a joke to spew out on the spot. He’s speechless, just for a moment, a quick blink of a second, with nothing to say. Because, if he really thinks about it, that’s sort of what happened with you.

You were just his customer and he was just your dealer.

You were a loyal client and then a girl way out of his league that he developed a too big a crush on. Then you made him come in his underwear and washed the sticky stains out of the denim for him. Now you’re on the phone with him. You let him tell you all about his shitty day and apologize like you weren’t the only good thing about it — like you aren’t the only good thing, period.

It’s not the most cliche love story, nor is it the most beautiful, but it has his cynical little heart beating like the wings of a hummingbird.

Then, when all the mushy mess fades like fog, he finally thinks of something to say.

“It’s the witchcraft, sweetheart,” he shrugs to himself. “Didn’t you hear? I’m a devil-worshipping freak.”

“You know that’s not it, Eds,” you retort with the roll of your eyes.

You know that it’s hard, to be a metalhead from the wrong side of the tracks in the eighties — at the height of the Satanic Panic and all the delusional craze. That shit’s followed him since freshman year. Even still, it nips at his ankles like rabid dogs.

Maybe you were never naive or bored enough to believe all the rumors, but Eddie Munson was always more than that to you.

“No?”

“You can blame it on being a freak show all you want, but I know it’s because you’re one of the funniest, smartest, most creative guys I’ve ever met—”

“You must not know a ton of guys then, sweetheart,” he interjects playfully, like he couldn’t stand to hear you compliment him any longer. You’d give anything to see his blushing cheeks just now.

“…You’re kidding right?” you giggle in response.

“Sorry— that’s— I didn’t mean it like— It was— I was joking,” he stammers, frightened that he might’ve offended you in some way.

It only makes you laugh harder. Both of you know you lost count of all the guys you ‘know’ a long, long time ago. You do imagine it’s somewhere near ‘a ton’, though.

“I know, Eds,” you assure with a contented sigh. “I was just teasing.”

“Oh.”

“The slut and the freak… Who would’ve thought?” you wonder all dreamily, like it’s a fairytale as old as time itself. That’s what it feels like, sometimes.

Eddie isn’t sure what you mean — who would’ve thought you’d be friends? Two people caught in that in-between stage of platonic and romance that’s complete agony and total, total bliss? A couple of kids falling in love—

“It’s sort of kismet, huh?” he answers.

“I think so.”

“So, uh… What are you up to?” Eddie wonders then, equal parts curious and eager to keep the discussion going. He’s frightened any lapse in conversation is going to lead to saying goodbye.

He wants to stay on for hours, until both of you are fighting to stay awake, and then listen to the sound of your heavy breathing when you inevitably lose — like that isn’t the creepiest thing anyone’s ever wanted. He’ll fight Wayne about the bill if it comes to that, he doesn’t care, he just never wants to stop being this close to you.

“Do you want the real answer or the fake one?”

“Uh… Both?”

“Well, I’d say I was doing something super productive with my night, you know, catching up on all the boring adult shit, but then I’d be lying. And I don’t wanna lie to you, Eds,” you tell him with a teasing lilt playing at the edge of your voice.

Eddie swallows thickly, fearing he’d somehow been caught in his own lie — or rather, his half-truth. He moves on quickly, though not exactly full of grace. “Right. Yeah. Totally.”

“Honest answer is, that the only productive thing I’ve done tonight is shower, and now I’m in bed watching Fast Times and eating all the chocolate in my house, because I can’t cook for shit and I have nothing else better to do with my night,” you admit to him, picking at the thread of your comforter.

“Oh, don’t tell me I missed the ‘Moving in Stereo’ bit,” he agonizes.

“Just.”

“Well, correct me if I’m wrong, sweetheart, but it sounds like you’re having loads of fun tonight.”

“I’m having a lot more fun now,” you assure him.

“Glad I can be around to make you laugh,” he retorts like he’s not all too happy to do it.

“You’re a total comedian, Eddie Spaghetti.”

“If I’m the jester, you’re the queen, sweetheart,” he promises, a grin evident in his voice.

Your breath catches in your throat something fierce; you’re almost worried that he’s heard it. His words pierce your heart, a stroke of lightning or a blade of steel. He’s joking, but it’s so strangely profound, the kindest thing anyone’s ever said to you and it’s dripping in sarcasm.

It’s sort of Eddie’s love language, you’ve come to understand, to say something so sweet but coated in venom to make it sour again. It makes you feel special, loved, almost.

A fire builds behind your rib cage, sharp and distant and all-consuming.

“Are you alone, Eds?” you ask him suddenly.

The sudden curve ball in the conversation takes him by surprise. “Uh, yeah, Wayne’s at work right now… Why?”

“Because I want you to talk to me…”

“Oh?” is all he can say because isn’t that what he’s been doing this whole time?

“And I want you to say things that… maybe other people shouldn’t hear,” you explain slowly to him.

“…Oh.”

He’s heard about this only once before, the whole phone sex thing.

It was from Andy in the back of Ms. O’Donnell’s class a year or more ago, though Eddie never called him by that name. Andy, in all actuality, was Jason Carver’s right-hand man, and he meant that in every sense of the phrase. Eddie was more than convinced that the guy was so obsessed with the blonde haired, blue eyed douchebag that he was giving him handjobs on the regular.

But it seemed the dick brigade couldn’t function properly without their leader and Eddie had the misfortune of hearing all the mindless bullshit they were spewing behind him — basketball, parties, girls; in true white bread fashion.

His friends gathered around him like he was telling some sort of secret, though it was loud enough for anyone in a three foot radius to hear. Eddie, caught directly in the line of fire, heard all about Chrissy’s older sister, Wendy, who was two years older and off at college.

He’d gotten her number from some party he’d crashed. At least that’s how he told it, right before telling everyone that she swore like a sailor when she came and that she told him all the dirty things she wanted to do to him while she did.

“It was like her hand was on my dick, dude, I’m serious. That shit was crazy, bro,” he’d laughed after retelling the whole conversation in excruciating detail.

Eddie rolled his eyes to himself then, inwardly jealous that he’d never get to meet Wendy — or any other girl that would be willing to have phone sex with him, for that matter. His phone only ever rang for telemarketers or a rogue Dustin Henderson calling to annoy him.

But, here you are now, the most wanted girl in Hawkins, offering it to him on a silver platter. He wonders if you’ve done this before, surely you have — oh god, he thinks to himself, what if you’ve done this with Andy?

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you assure him after his unusually long silence. “I know you’re probably busy and tired and everything—”

“No! No, yeah, I— I want to. I totally want to.”

“Okay,” you nod. Petals of a flower begin to bloom in your chest as you lie back in bed, settling further into the mattress. The movie, already long forgotten, serves only as light and background noise. “So… What are you wearing, Eds?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that,” he laughs.

On the other side of Hawkins, in a trailer in the middle of nowhere, Eddie rises from where he’d originally flopped back onto his bed with the notion that it was going to be a semi-normal night. He props himself against his headboard. His fingers twitch at his thigh.

“Beat ya to it, Munson.”

“Well, I’ll have you know that it is very sexy, sweetheart. I’m wearing the same Hellfire shirt you saw me in, I don’t know, five hours ago — except now it’s got a rip in it because I totally ate ass on the way back to the van.”

He tells you this to make you laugh — it works — but he prays you don’t ask any questions. Because he got it while hurrying back to his van mere minutes after you’d left him, so hard he thought he was going to burst, with no more than seven minutes until his next client arrived.

Thankfully, he only needed three.

“I love that shirt,” you respond in place of saying what you really want to — ‘I love how that shirt looks on you’ — how it clings to his lean torso and reveals his midriff whenever he stretches his arms over his head.

“She’s a lit-tle worse for wear now, sweetheart,” he lilts.

“I’ll stitch it up for you.”

“And I’ve got on a pair of boxers that are so old they’re practically see through because I’m pretty sure they used to be Wayne’s back in… I don’t know… the eighteen-hundreds.”

Eddie was right. It was sexy, though, for the exact reason they weren’t supposed to be.

There was something so domestic about it all. You can picture him lying in his bed, in the most comfortable clothes he owns, in the one place he can feel at peace. Like a renaissance painting, something familiar and comforting and beautiful — fuck, you’d give anything to be next to him.

“…I think that means it’s your turn now, sweetheart,” he teases.

“Is it?” you mock in return.

“C’mon. Don’t leave me hangin’ over here.”

“It’s nothing, special,” you assure. Your eye flits down to peer at your own body — nothing special, indeed, you think to yourself. The lilac cotton set came from the grocery store downtown on the clearance rack you so often frequent. “I just have my underwear on. It’s very boring, I’m afraid.”

It’s not boring. Not to Eddie — the boy who prides himself on his insanely active imagination. He might not be able to pass english with his brain, but he can certainly create worlds with it, and it’s too easy for him to picture you. He imagines you, freshly showered, and smelling of the warm lavender-vanilla scent you always smell like, mostly bare and lazing upon a fluffy comforter.

He swallows thickly. “Oh, that’s— that’s really, uh— that’s really sexy.”

His thankful that you don’t seem to mind his poor excuse for dirty talk.

“It’s only because I was too lazy to get into actual pajamas.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Yeah?” you press, smiling to yourself and caging your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Yeah.”

“Can I tell you a secret, Eds?” you wonder, made brave enough by his own admission.

“‘Course you can.”

“Before you called…”

“…Uh-huh?” he eggs on, intrigued at the way you trailed off, sounding suddenly shy.

“I was…” The thought of telling him what you were doing mere seconds before he called makes you nervous. It wasn’t like you were ashamed of touching yourself or anything, nor is the art of dirty talking lost on you, but something about Eddie makes you timid.

“You were… what, sweetheart?” he wonders gently, with a too audible grin.

“I was touching myself.”

That’s all you tell him. The words linger and hang in the air of your separate bedrooms and you cling to the silence — almost mortified and anticipating his reply. Eddie, meanwhile, feels like his tongue has swelled in his mouth and all the air has been punched out of his lungs.

“Oh...” he tries to respond without the breath to accurately do so. “…Yeah?”

“You know what Phoebe Cates does to me,” you try to joke.

His laughter crackles through the receiver. “Yeah. I kinda have her to thank for the other night, don’t I?”

“Give yourself some credit, Eds. The hottest guy in Hawkins was sitting right next to me, what was I supposed to do?”

“No way you think I’m the hottest guy in town,” he scoffs. “Everyone knows you’ve got a thing for pretty boys.”

“Pretty boys?” you echo with a giggle.

“Uh-huh. The Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington type, you know?”

“Well, I think you’re a hundred times prettier than he is.”

“Really?” he scoffs cynically, obviously not believing you.

“He wasn’t the one I was thinking about with my hand shoved down my panties,” you admit, immediately quelling his self-doubt. “That’s gotta count for something, right?”

Eddie clears his throat and then stammers, “I— I guess so— yeah.”

“Are you hard, Eds?” you ask in a breathy whisper.

And he just nods to himself at first, too stupid to answer audibly. He can feel himself stiffening in his boxers, only halfway hard now, but getting firmer by the second. Soon, he’ll be aching.

“Yeah…”

“Can you touch yourself for me?”

Eddie would rather take a bullet to the chest than say no to you — at least, he figures that’d probably hurt less — so he slips his fidgeting fingers through the band of his boxers and takes his warm, stiffening cock in his hand. He squeezes himself just enough to make his stomach tighten.

“Want you to touch yourself, too,” he admits, neither asking or demanding it, just telling you.

“Yeah?” you tease.

“Well, I think it’s only fair, sweetheart.”

You can’t help but notice how breathy he’s gotten — how it shakes on the inhale and hitches on the out. He’s got his hand shoved down his underwear and you’re jealous of the fingers that get to wrap themselves around his cock. You wish they were yours. Both of you will have to settle, it seems.

“Whatever you want, Eds,” you answer playfully.

You obediently slide your hand back into the warmth of your panties. Your fingers slot between your lips and collect the slick that had gathered there since before you’d even answered the phone. You bring it up to your clit, circling the pads of your fingers there until you twitch, then dragging them down to press into your opening. They slip in with ease.

Both of you have turned into lovesick idiots, separated by so many miles, and missing the other most ardently. Lying in the depths of your bedrooms, basking in a velvet loneliness, building with a mutual pleasure with nothing but yearning hands and longing sighs.

Eddie’s eyes flutter shut at the sounds of your low moans and fragile whimpers that crackle through the static — beautiful still, but certainly no match to the ones you were breathing in his ear just hours ago.

His lashes dance across his cheeks as he tries to remember how you’d felt against his fingers, soft like velvet and delicate like silk, weeping and pulsating with need.

He drags his hand from his boxers and lets the band snap against his pelvis. He spits into his palm and wets his cock with it, sighing as he tugs at himself without much friction.

“Are you wet, sweetheart?” he asks, though the words threaten to get stuck in his throat.

“Yeah,” you whisper back like it’s some kind of secret.

You work yourself open with your middle finger and slip your pointer in next to it without much trouble. Your walls flutter around them while you fight to find the spot the makes you keen. You’re only able to tease it, fingers not quite long enough to caress it completely. Your thumb keeps working at your clit, though, to make up for the lost pleasure.

“I’ve been wet since I left you,” you admit through labored breaths. “Haven’t been able to… to stop thinking about you, Eds.”

“Glad I’m not the only one whipped over here, sweetheart,” he manages a laugh.

“No one’s ever made me come that hard before. Not just with their fingers,” you tell him mindlessly, dumb on pleasure, as you feel yourself climbing that peak.

“Really?”

“Never,” you promise, then whine. “Doesn’t even feel as good now… Can’t get as deep as you can—”

Eddie hangs on your every word as he works his palm up and down his stiff cock, squeezing at the base and swiping his thumb over the head with an expert hand. His face scrunches as his stomach starts to tighten, he’s close to coming — too close for his liking. He doesn’t want this to be over so quickly.

“You’ve ruined every other guy for me, Eddie Munson,” you confess, more than pleased to hear how it makes him whine. It sounds like it comes from the depths of his chest, the way it crackles low and needy through the receiver.

“Good,” he grumbles through his pants after he’s gathered himself all over again. “Don’t want anyone else to have you, sweetheart.”

This time you’re the one letting out the most pathetic of whines. It makes a smile flicker at the corners of his lips.

“You like that?”

It sounds so dirty, but you can tell by the sincerity of his tone that it’s genuine. So you answer with a longing truthfulness, a delicate “yes”entwined with a yearning moan.

“You just wanna belong to me, don’t ya?”

Now, this is dirty talk. The teasing lilt of his tone — it’s almost degrading — and makes you clench around your fingers. “Yes, please,” you whine, all but pleading for him now.

Eddie’s close, so dreadfully close, with a pleasure so tangible he could taste it. Your words make his cock twitch in his hold as the fire builds in his belly.

Through your whole-hearted promises and wanting moans, he can hear the sound of your slick through the receiver. The static reception doesn’t do it justice, but the wet click of your fingers working you open was unmistakable.

A moan grumbles in his throat as he digs the crown of his head back into his pillow. “Holy fuck— I can hear you, baby.”

“I’m so wet for you, Eds,” you tell him through fragile slurs, like it wasn’t inherently obvious.

You were wrong before, about wanting to hide from him. You couldn’t conceal your need for Eddie if you tried. The honey you drip, all sweet and just for him, wouldn’t let you keep it a secret.

“I know, baby, I know,” he nearly coos. “Are you— fuck, please tell me you’re close?”

“Yes,” you promise in a whine. Your thumb presses harder into your clit. It makes your thighs tense until they’re shaking.

“You rubbing your clit for me, sweetheart?” he asks like he knows. “I know that’s what you like.”

You whimper, working at the spongy spot within you as your hips buck off the bed. “Yeah.”

“Keep rubbing yourself like that for me, okay? Want you to keep going until you come for me.”

If he keeps talking to you like that, it’ll come a lot quicker than he’s prepared for.

It’s too soft to be much of a demand, but you listen obediently anyway, rubbing at yourself though your sensitivity keeps building. It grows like a morning tide, rising and flowing like white waves on an ocean, stirring something fierce in the depths of your stomach.

“Eddie,” you sigh out his name, broken through staggered pants.

You hear his stuttering breaths, too. “Y—Yeah?”

“I’m about to come,” you promise through a whine when the familiar crescendo sends a shock through your body.

“O… Okay,” he responds, pathetically, then whines, even more so.

“Want you to come with me… Please…”

“Fuck— okay. Shit, sweetheart, I’m almost there.”

“What are you thinking about?” you ask him.

“Your pussy,” he answers without thinking — he’s not doing a whole lot of that anymore. “Wish I’d gotten to taste you earlier. Wanna feel you… fuck… Wanna feel you come on my tongue.”

“Holy shit, Eds,” you moan at his words, at the vivid picture they paint in your head.

“And you get so… God, you get so fucking wet. Just want you to drench me, baby.”

It feels good, to be complimented for something boys used to make fun of you for, to realize for the first time that’s it’s sexy — that you’re sexy — and that Eddie is more than happy to drown in you. The feeling almost rivals the impending orgasm that’s bound to hit you like a tidal wave.

“I’m thinking about how I coulda took you on that bench… Just, fucking, get on my knees for you. Shove my head between your legs. Hold your— shit, baby— hold your thighs open, keep you exactly where I want you,” he rambles but then cuts himself off to moan at his own words. “Goddamn, sweetheart. Wanna taste you so fucking bad.”

The moan you let out is pitiful. It leaves your mouth in the most delicate cry.

No picture has ever been clearer than the one of Eddie between your thighs, your hands knotted in his hair to move him to exactly where you need him most and forcing him there. You can feel his fingers digging into your hips, his rings pressed against your burning skin, and the way your legs tremble on either side of his head.

“Yeah. Keep— Keep doing that. Keep moaning for me,” Eddie tells you. “I’m about to… holy fuck, I’m about to come.”

“Wanna feel your tongue in me so bad, Eds,” you whimper, egged on by the moan he lets out. “Want your cock even more.”

That’s what does him in, the assurance — the promise — that you want him just as bad as he wants you.

He tightens his fist around his cock, achingly hard and raging a crimson at the tip, trying to imitate the way you’d feel around him. It’s not all that close, not nearly as wet as the honey you’d be dripping for him, but his imagination does the rest of the work for him.

All at once, you’re on top of him, riding him for all he’s worth, your pussy threatening to swallow him whole. You’ve drenched him, just like he’d begged for, and that wet schlick noise still echoing from the receiver is the evidence of each of your assured thrusts over top of him.

You’re still pleading for him anyway — for more, for his tongue, for his cock — and he wants so desperately to give everything to you.

“Oh god, baby—” he sputters. He grips the phone in a white-knuckled, fist trembling. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming, baby.”

“Please, Eddie. Please come for me,” you plead over the low sounds of the forgotten film playing across the room and all the dirty wet sounds your pussy makes against your fingers. You sound like you need it, like you want his orgasm more than your own.

“Want you to come with me… Can you— Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Please?” It’s not dirty talk anymore. He’s actually fucking begging you and doesn’t feel the least bit ashamed to do so.

He wants to hear all the pretty noises you make when you come — that initial cry that stems from the depths of your soul, the high-pitched whimpers that come when the sensitivity builds, and the whines that leave you when it ebbs.

He wants to hear it over and over and over again, like a worn cassette, and play it until the tape spins out.

“Yes…” you promise through a set of stuttering breaths.

There’s no talking when either of you come. Eddie’s long forgotten to talk you through it, but you would barely hear him if he had. The phone slips out of your hand when your grip slackens and it falls to the pillow beside your head.

You chase your orgasm full throttle, working through the crescendo and the strikes of lightning, focusing only on his muffled moaning and the pretty sounds he makes as he comes.

The breath of your name whimpered through a tight throat is what does it for you. Your body has hardly any time to warn you before you’re gushing all over your fingers, twitching every time the pad of your thumb rubs over clit.

That cry, the one you always let out as you come — all wet and full of need — makes Eddie orgasm right alongside you.

He swipes his thumb over his head again, collecting the pearls of precum gathering there and sliding them down the base to squeeze himself there like he’d been doing this whole time. He clutches harder this time, imagines it's your cunt locking him in a vice-like grip, and whines in his throat when he comes.

Several loads of it spill onto his cotton boxers, most of it gathering along the side of his hand and dripping down his knuckles. His breath staggers as he works himself through his high, praising you through the phone like you’re the one who brought him to it.

“Fuck, baby… You’re so good… So fucking good.”

You’ve long settled from your own orgasm, still tingly and numb in some places, but not as gone as you had been just moments before. You still float on a cloud, getting lost as you stare through your window at the half-hidden stars sprinkling the night sky and feeling as though you could reach out and touch them.

You can feel the satin moonlight bathing you, and the jittery static of the neon of the television screen. You can feel everything and somehow nothing at all.

“I don’t know how you do it, Eds,” you confess, hardly thinking about the words spilling from your mouth when you lazily bring the phone to your ear again.

“Do what, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know… You always make me feel good. Even when you’re not here… Even when we’re not getting each other off.”

“I feel the same way,” he promises you, all mushy, even though he feels like a slob for wiping his hand off on his discarded jeans on his bed. “Just… wish you were here.”

“I wish I was there, too… Wish I could clean you up.”

Eddie’s eyes shut tight as his head tilts back to his pillow at the thought. “Fuck… You’re gonna make me hard again, sweetheart.”

You perk up suddenly as an idea sprouts like a flower in your head. A smile blooms on your lips, and you rise up onto your elbows, glowing with an unanticipated excitement. “How long would it take you to get ready?”

“…Get ready?” he echoes.

“Yeah,” is all you say.

“I mean, I— I don’t know. I figure if I put on some new underwear and a fresh pair of pants, I’ll be good as new... Why?”

“You wanna do something?”

“Yeah. Sure. Anything,” he answers clumsily in place of saying, ‘Anything to not have to be without you.’

“I wanna go to Skull Rock.”

“Skull Rock?” he repeats.

Legend has it, you and Steve made that place a local landmark. People have always said that Hopper caught the both of you one too many times up at Lover’s Lake and the Quarry, that you needed a more hidden place to fuck. So you’d stumbled around in the middle of the woods until you found a place the chief wouldn’t think to look for you.

You’d certainly found it. Then every other horny high schooler did too.

It’s the place you go to fuck, the most private place in all of Hawkins — hell, maybe even Indiana entirely for teenagers who can’t get the house to themselves. And as appealing as it sounds, to take you beneath a sky of twinkling stars, Eddie doesn’t want his first time with you to be on dirt or in the middle of the woods. That’s how all the horror movies start, don’t they?

So, needless to say, your answer takes him by surprise.

“Yeah! You can see all the stars really good from there. It’s too hard to see them so close to town.”

Eddie’s heart swells all at once at how sweet you are, like sugar poured directly onto his tongue. You’re not eager to be without him either, it seems, and that thought is as gratifying as it is thrilling.

You’re an adventure he’s about to go on, without a map or a way out, a journey he’s happy to go into blind as long as you’re holding his hand the entire way through it.

It breaks his heart to hang up the phone. He practically begs you to do it for him, and it makes you laugh — a kind giggle entwined with a tease ‘you’re such a baby.’ It rings in his ears long after the receiver clicks.

Most of all, he hates all the stoplights that separate your place from his. He hadn’t known where you lived before now, not until you uttered it over the phone. He makes a mental note to figure out a quicker way, somewhere through the winding back roads that his old van can speed through to make the distance less daunting.

He pulls into your apartment complex, a quaint two-story thing on the quieter side of town, where the woods are plentiful and the street lamps far fewer. He turns his radio down out of respect for all your neighbors that he’s sure he’ll never meet and spies you through the neon orange porch lights. You shut and lock your door in quick succession, then scurry across the way to meet him.

Eddie leans over to unlock the passenger side door for you, already beaming, and finds you’re smiling too when you climb in next to him. The grin you shoot his way outshines the night sky and makes a bright yellow sun of the girl sitting in his passenger seat.

“Hi,” you’d greeted him, all shy like you didn’t just make him come all over his hand thirty minutes ago.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he volleys back like he always does, with that big ol’ smirk and teasing lilt as he cock his head to the side — using his playfulness to cover up the bashful mess you so easily reduce him too.

Neither of you had gotten particularly dressed up to see each other. All he did was put on fresh under and pajama pants. You succumbed to a smilier laziness it seems, haphazardly brushing through your half-damp hair, throwing on a too big t-shirt, and calling it a day.

The cotton hangs low at your chest, stretched out and obviously well-loved. It falls well past your thigh, though you spend much of the drive anxiously tugging it down.

It makes him wonder what you’re wearing beneath it. If you’ve tugged on a pair of shorts or if you’re in the bra and (undoubtedly wet) underwear you’d told him you were wearing over the phone.

Eddie winds himself up all over again while you sift through the flimsy case of endless cassettes he keeps tucked in the glove compartment that never quite shuts all the way.

“How do you now have any ABBA tapes?” you wonder like it’s baffling, with an Iron Maiden tape in one hand and Cinderella in the other. Metallica plays lowly, nearly inaudibly, from the stereo.

Eddie laughs and darts his eyes from the darkened back roads to look at you, all smiley and bathed in moonlight, before turning back to the road again. “Uh, because I’m not a thirty-year-old woman. That’s the shit moms listen to.”

“Moms and hot girls,” you retort jokingly.

“Right, moms and hot girls listen to ABBA — of which, I am neither, sweetheart. Sorry to be the one to break it to you… Besides, it’s not like you walk around listening to, fucking, I don’t know— Van Halen or whatever.”

“Hey. I listen to Van Halen,” you shoot back.

He scoffs. “Yeah, right.”

“It’s got what it takes!” you sing suddenly, not quite catching the rhythm of the song, but smiling anyway as you reach for his forearm resting on the center console. “So tell me why can’t this be love!”

“Oh, my god— that’s literally their worst song,” Eddie chuckles through the widest grin you’ve ever seen from him.

It makes you smile big too, looking like an idiot who’s totally head over heels for the boy next to her. And of that, you’re happily guilty of.

“Not true,” you shake your head defiantly. “I love that song.”

“So that means it has to be good, right?” he retorts playfully, shooting you a teasing look, though his beam is more than sincere.

“Obviously,” you answer with a scoff that makes Eddie roll his eyes.

He knows he’s going to start to love it, though, if only because it’s the only Van Halen song you halfway know.

He’s going to hear that song on the radio and he’s going to want to turn it, but he’s going to remember this moment now — the one with you reaching for him while you sing the lyrics to a song he can’t stand, sitting pretty in his passenger seat, while the moonlight blanches your smile and the bare skin of your thighs.

Eddie Munson is going to love that goddamn song for the rest of his life.

He parks as close as he can to Skull Rock, knowing his van can’t work its way that far into the woods. The two of you are forced to walk the rest of the way, not exactly minding it, though Eddie’s incessantly worried you’re going to get cold.

He’s already forced his jacket upon you, which you took with little fight. It warmed you almost immediately — with his cozy heat and musky cologne.

You make mindless conversation the entire way there, about music and then about his band and then what animal you’d want to be in your band if that were the least bit possible. Eddie chooses a sheep without any hesitation, though you’re confident that a penguin would be far cooler.

You keep a careful distance between you, at first, like both of you are too scared to initiate the first move. That is, until you trip over a raised branch and nearly eat ass on the forest floor. Then Eddie’s holding your hand the entire way, keeping you close.

“If you wanted me to hold your hand, you coulda just said so, you know?” he jokes. “Didn’t have to go through all the dramatics, sweetheart.”

You try and yank your hand out of his grip in protest then, but he doesn’t let you. In fact, he pulls you closer and twirls you into a bear hug that you happily relax into.

He feels your sigh fan against his collarbone as you rest your head at the nape of his neck, his arms wrap around your shoulders as yours settle at his waist. He rocks you back in forth, in a moment that’s too almost sweet to make fun of.

Eddie finds a way, of course, “See?” he singsongs. “I’ll hug you like this all the time, if you want. You don’t have to almost kill yourself to get my attention, babe.”

“All I did was trip,” you laugh at his theatrics.

“Death by tree root… What a gnarly way to go.”

He holds your hand the entire way to Skull Rock.

He doesn’t let you go once, not until you’re ascending the large boulders to plant yourselves at the very peak of them. He’s grabbing you again once you settle, though, and the two of you just sit there, for several long moments, just gaping at the stars that dance with life above you. They sprinkle an infinite void with enough light that manages to touch you, trillions of miles away.

There’s a subtle beauty in that Eddie never would’ve appreciated before now.

“Shit, babe,” he breathes through a whimsical existential dread. “You were right. The stars are really fucking pretty out here.”

You love how much he loves this, to come to Skull Rock with you and count the stars. Any other guy would’ve had their tongue down your throat by now, stuffing your hand down their unbuttoned jeans.

But not Eddie.

He just holds your hand because he likes the feeling of his fingers entwined with yours, grasping tightly onto you while he gazes at an infinite universe — like you might float off right along with it.

His neck is stretched to gape at the night sky. You catch his adam’s apple bobbing every time he swallows. You want so desperately to kiss his milky white skin and sprinkle blotchy red bruises there.

His curly locks fall over his shoulders. He shakes his head to get his bangs out of his eyes while the chocolate buttons of them dart around the endless void.

He’s more beautiful than every star in the sky combined. You can’t be sure of how many that is, of course, but it’s a whole bunch if you had to guess. It makes sense, though, for the prettiest boy in the whole damn galaxy.

“Told ya,” you answer with a smile, leaning over to nudge his shoulder with yours. “You come out here often?”

You’re asking if he takes girls here and he knows it, but it’s not like you’re being inconspicuous about the whole thing. Eddie gauges it almost immediately, the subtle jealousy hinting at your tone — something no one else would’ve caught — and he squeezes your hand in reassurance.

He shakes his head. “No… Never.”

“Never?” you press with raised brows, like his answer shocks you.

“Ever. It’s not really my scene, I guess… But what about you, sweetheart? Never seen you around these parts before.”

You knock his shoulder again, harder this time. “Shut up. You already know the answer to that.”

“Yeah…” he nods to himself, eyes darting back and forth as he reminisces on something. “You and Harrington, you and Hargrove. Hell, I think I heard about you and Jason one time—”

“That was a long time ago,” you argue. “Before I even knew you, okay?”

“I’m just saying,” he shrugs in defense. “You totally have a thing for pretty boys, sweetheart.”

“I never said I didn’t, Eds. Just that you were pretty, too.”

“Whatever,” he scoffs and rolls his eyes like he isn’t glowing red beneath the moonlight.

“You’re better than all three of them, Eds,” you confess with a sudden softness that catches his attention almost immediately. He turns his attention from the sky to look at you properly again. His breath catches at you sad you look — all beautiful and coated in shades of blue.

“…Yeah?”

You nod and drag his hand into your lap to fidget with his fingers. You trace the skeleton heart on his middle finger, subverting all your attention there because it’s easier than having to look at him now. “Better than all of them combined— not even just them, you know? Out of everyone. No one’s ever been this nice to be before.”

“Me neither, sweetheart,” he confesses with a morose grin. “The freak of Hawkins High attracts a lot of assholes, believe it or not.”

“Is it bad?” you wonder cautiously, like you’re scared to hear the answer. In some ways, you are.

You hadn’t known him in high school, not really. For obvious reasons, you ran in very different circles. You never even had classes together. There was never any excuse to be close to each other before now, never a reason to become friends. So you didn’t.

You grew to know him as a freak, and he knew you as the town slut. Then somewhere down the line, he became your dealer and now… here you were.

But you’ve graduated now and he’s still army crawling towards a diploma. You couldn’t save him from the hell of Hawkins High even if you wanted to.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” he shrugs. “Jason and the dick brigade just wanna make my life hell, that’s all.”

“I hope they aren’t,” you respond shyly.

Eddie scoffs then shoots you a smile. “Oh, of course not. Look at me. I’m at Skull Rock with the most wanted girl in Hawkins. I’m living the dream, sweetheart.”

“So you don’t care?” you wonder, peering at him through your lashes, as you twist the silver cross around his finger.

“Care about what?”

“That I’m a slut,” you laugh like it’s obvious.

Eddie doesn’t think it’s all that funny. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s not like it isn’t true, Eds,” you retort with a trembling smile. “I mean, that’s literally what people call me — most people don’t even care to call me by my real name anymore.”

“I don’t care,” Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t care about that. I don’t give a shit about what people say about you. If everyone cared about what everyone said about everyone, neither of us would be here right now… Because you’d think I was some devil-worshipping freak and I’d think you were too busy getting it on with Chief Hopper.”

You screw your face up immediately at the thought. The mere idea was repulsive. The asshole was practically your father these days. Jim Hopper was in that small bunch of available people you would never fuck, and happily so.

“I’d never stoop that low,” you joke.

“I like you, how you are, right now,” Eddie promises. “Don’t want you to change a damn thing.”

His brown eyes twinkle with a sincerity that rivals the stars above you. All of a sudden, you don’t care about a bunch of heavenly bodies light years away from you — you care about this man, the one sitting beside you now, holding your hand even though your palms have gone all sweaty.

It’s too good to be true — the way you looks at you, the way he talks to you, the way he treats you. You’re scared that it’s a dream, that you’ll wake up and find that none of this was ever real. Or worse, that he was, and that he just didn’t care about you the way you cared about him.

It’s almost irrational. Almost.

But it’s happened before.

And it’s left you a scarred and mangled mess.

You shake your head to yourself and scrunch your face as you turn to look him. “Have you ever done this before, Eddie?”

“Don’t what?” he wonders with furrowed brows.

“I don’t know…” you shrug. “Any of this? With anyone else?”

He’s grateful he doesn’t have to lie. Or tell some clumsy half-truth for the sake of saving his own skin. He realizes tonight is perhaps the most honest he’s ever been with you, baring his pale soul beneath a silver moonlight.

“Never,” he answers, unwavering, with a firm shake of his head.

“Really?”

“Really,” he nods, then swallows thickly at a gut-wrenching realization. “I’ve never felt his way about anyone else before.’

“Me neither,” you promise.

It’s a tad more meaningful coming from you than from a boy who’s never had someone to love and to love him back.

You’re experienced, you’ve found what you like and what you don’t like. You’ve been with guys who have given you the world and guys that have ended yours altogether. And out of all of them — all of the assholes in Hawkins you could’ve picked — you’ve chosen the freak.

You want him.

You want Eddie.

The revelation makes him grin. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart, Eddie Spaghetti.”

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☆ Chole Decker

☆ Linda Martin

Poly Requests:

How To Train Your Dragon:

☆ Hiccup Haddock

☆ Astrid Hofferson

☆ Snotlout

☆ Ruffnut

☆ Tuffnut

Poly Requests:

Across The SpiderVerse:

☆ Miles Morales

☆ Miguel O'Hara

Spider thoughts!

☆ Peter B. Parker

Spider thoughts!

☆ Hobie Brown

☆ Gwen Stacy

☆ Spider-Noir

Spider thoughts!

Poly Requests:

Descendants:

☆ Mal

☆ Evie

☆ Carlos

☆ Jay

☆ Gil

☆ Harry

☆ Uma

Poly Requests:

MATCHUPS/MOODBOARDS:

☆ @thoughtfulcreatornight x Raphael matchup

☆ Anonymous x Remus Lupin matchup

꧁〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎꧂

I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗

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godjustkys · 8 months ago

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╰┈➤ ❝ masterlist;

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR;

- Teen wolf

- Marvel Cinematic Universe

- Supernatural

- The Walking Dead (AMC)

- Merlin (BBC)

- Stranger things

- Dune

- Game of Thrones

- F.R.I.E.N.D.S

- The Maze Runner

- Lord of The Rings

- The Hobbit

- Harry Potter

- Brooklyn Nine-Nine

- IT

- Diary of a Wimpy Kid

- Dead Poet's Society

- Shameless

- Handsome Devil

- The Black Phone

- Sweet Home

- Arcane

- Spider-man Universe

- The Goldfinch

- The Last of Us

- The Beekeeper

- Weak Hero Class 1

- Bad and Crazy

ANIMES;

- Demon Slayer

- My Hero Academia

(the anime list will get updated as long as I continue watching anime.)

Characters I will to write for;

Teen wolf:

- Stiles Stilinski

Stiles Stilinski x top!m!reader (smut)

- Scott McCall

none yet..

- Derek Hale

none yet..

- Allison Argent

none yet..

- Lydia Martin

none yet..

- Isaac Lahey

none yet..

- Jackson Whittemore

none yet..

- Peter Hale

none yet..

- Malia Tate

none yet..

- Kira Yukimura

none yet..

- Liam Dunbar

none yet..

- Theo Raeken

none yet..

- Jordan Parrish

none yet..

- Erica Reyes

none yet..

- Ethan Steiner

none yet..

- Aiden Steiner

none yet..

- Christopher Argent

none yet..

- Mason Hewitt

none yet..

- Danny Mahealani

none yet..

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

- Tony Stark

none yet..

- Peter Parker

none yet..

- Bruce Banners

none yet..

- Thor Odinson

none yet..

- Loki Laufeyson

none yet..

- Steve Rogers

none yet..

- Natasha Romanoff

none yet..

- Stephen Strange

none yet..

- Wanda Maximoff

none yet..

- Clint Barton

none yet..

- Bucky Barnes

none yet..

- Carol Danvers

none yet..

- Shuri

none yet..

- Sam Wilson

none yet..

- Okoye

none yet..

- Wade Wilson

none yet..

- Pietro Maximoff

none yet..

- Vision

none yet..

- Yelena Belova

none yet..

- Peter Quill

none yet..

- Gamora

none yet..

- Nebula

none yet..

- Matt Murdock

none yet..

- Frank Castle

none yet..

- Xu Shang-chi

none yet..

- Eddie Brock

none yet..

Supernatural:

- Dean Winchester

'What a perv.' Dean x top!m!reader (smut)

- Sam Winchester

Hate sex with Dean (male reader, smut)

smut drabble (male reader)

none yet..

- Castiel

none yet..

ALL; SUPERNATURAL HEADCANONS (NSFW)

(I have little knowledge of supernatural.)

The Walking Dead:

- Rick Grimes

none yet..

- Carl Grimes

none yet..

- Michonne

none yet..

- Negan

none yet..

- Daryl Dixon

male reader x daryl dixon (smut)

- Eugene

none yet..

- Rosita Espinosa

none yet..

- Maggie Greene

none yet..

- Glenn Rhee

none yet..

- Carol Peletier

none yet..

- Andrea

none yet..

- Gabriel Stokes

none yet..

- Dwight

none yet..

- Simon

none yet..

Merlin:

- Merlin

none yet..

- Arthur Pendragon

none yet..

- Morgana Pendragon

none yet..

- Guinevere

none yet..

- Lancelot

none yet..

- Mordred

none yet..

- Gwaine

none yet..

- Percival

none yet..

- Elyan

none yet..

- Leon

none yet..

Strangers things:

- Mike Wheeler

none yet..

- Nancy Wheeler

none yet..

- Will Byers

none yet..

- Jonathan Byers

none yet..

- Joyce Byers

none yet..

- Jim Hopper

none yet..

- Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

none yet..

- Lucas Sinclair

none yet..

- Dustin Henderson

none yet..

- Steve Harrington

none yet..

- Maxine Mayfield

none yet..

- Billy Hargrove

none yet..

- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov

none yet..

- Eddie Munson

none yet..

- Henry Creel

none yet..

- Robin Buckley

none yet..

ALL; stranger things headcanons.. pt 1.

Dune:

- Paul Atreides

none yet..

- Leto Atreides

none yet..

- Chani

none yet..

- Feyd-Rautha

none yet..

- Duncan Idaho

none yet..

- Stilgar

none yet..

Game of Thrones:

- Ned Stark

none yet..

- Catelyn Stark

none yet..

- Robb Stark

none yet..

- Jon Snow

none yet..

- Theon Greyjoy

none yet..

- Sansa Stark

none yet..

- Arya Stark

none yet..

- Tywin Lannister

none yet..

- Jaime Lannister

none yet..

- Cersei Lannister

none yet..

- Tyrion Lannister

none yet..

- Tommen Baratheon

none yet..

- Joffrey Baratheon

none yet..

- Daenerys Targaryen

none yet..

- Jorah Mormont

none yet..

- Sandor Clegane

none yet..

- Samwell Tarly

none yet..

- Margaery Tyrell

none yet..

- Tormund Giantsbane

none yet..

- Brienne of Tarth

none yet..

- Podrick

none yet..

- Ramsay Bolton

none yet..

- Jaqen H'ghar

none yet..

- Grey Worm

none yet..

F.R.I.E.N.D.S:

- Rachel Greene

none yet..

- Phoebe Buffay

none yet..

- Monica Geller

none yet..

- Ross Geller

none yet..

- Chandler Bing

none yet..

- Joey Tribbiani

Joey Tribbiani dating headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

The Maze Runner:

- Thomas

none yet..

- Newt

none yet..

- Minho

none yet..

- Gally

none yet..

- Frypan

none yet..

- Aris

none yet..

- Janson

none yet..

Lord of The Rings:

- Frodo Baggins

none yet..

- Samwise Gamgee

none yet..

- Pippin Took

none yet..

- Merry Brandybuck

none yet..

- Aragorn

none yet..

- Legolas

none yet..

- Boromir

none yet..

- Faramir

none yet..

- Galadriel

none yet..

- Arwen

none yet..

- Éowyn

none yet..

- Éomer

none yet..

The Hobbit:

- Bilbo Baggins

none yet..

- Thorin Oakenshield

none yet..

- Kili Durin

none yet..

- Fili Durin

none yet..

- Tauriel

none yet..

- King Thranduil

none yet..

- Elrond

none yet..

Harry Potter:

- Harry Potter

none yet..

- Hermione Granger

none yet..

- Ron Weasley

none yet..

- Fred Weasley

none yet..

- George Weasley

none yet..

- Draco Malfoy

none yet..

- Blaise Zabini

none yet..

- Oliver Wood

none yet..

- Seamus Finnigan

none yet..

- Luna Lovegood

none yet..

- Neville Longbottom

none yet..

- Dean Thomas

none yet..

- Severus Snape

none yet..

- Sirius Black

none yet..

- Regulus Black

none yet..

- Remus Lupin

none yet..

- James Potter

none yet..

- Lily Potter

none yet..

- Bill Weasley

none yet..

- Bellatrix Lestrange

none yet..

- Cedric Diggory

none yet..

- Lucius Malfoy

none yet..

- Narcissa Malfoy

none yet..

Brooklyn Nine-Nine:

- Jake Peralta

none yet..

- Amy Santiago

none yet..

- Charles Boyle

none yet..

- Gina Linetti

none yet..

- Rosa Diaz

none yet..

- Terry Jeffords

none yet..

- Ray Holt

none yet..

IT:

- Richie Tozier

none yet..

- Eddie Kaspbrak

none yet..

- Beverly Marsh

none yet..

- Bill Denbrough

none yet..

- Stanley Uris

none yet..

- Ben Hanscom

none yet..

- Mike Hanlon

none yet..

- Henry Bowers

none yet..

- Patrick Hockstetter

none yet..

Diary of a wimpy kid:

- Greg Heffley

none yet..

- Rodrick Heffley

none yet..

Dead Poet's Society:

- Neil Perry

none yet..

- Todd Anderson

none yet..

- Charlie Dalton

none yet..

- Knox Overstreet

none yet..

- Steven Meeks

none yet..

- John Keating

none yet..

Shameless:

- Fiona Gallagher

none yet..

- Lip Gallagher

none yet..

- Ian Gallagher

none yet..

- Debbie Gallagher

none yet..

- Carl Gallagher

none yet..

- Liam Gallagher

none yet..

- Mickey Milkovich

none yet..

- Mandy Milkovich

none yet..

- Kevin Ball

none yet..

- Veronica Fisher

none yet..

- Jimmy Lishman

none yet..

- Karen Jackson

none yet..

Handsome Devil:

- Ned Roche

none yet..

- Conor Masters

none yet..

- Dan Sherry

none yet..

The Black Phone:

- Finney Blake

none yet..

- Robin Arellano

none yet..

- Vance Hopper

none yet..

- Bruce Yamada

none yet..

- Billy

none yet..

- Griffin

none yet..

Sweet home:

- Cha Hyun-su

none yet..

- Lee Eun-hyuk

none yet..

- Pyeon Sang-wook

none yet..

- Jung Jae-heon

none yet..

- Seo Yi-kyung

none yet..

- Lee Eun-yu

none yet..

- Yoon Ji-su

none yet..

- Jung Ui-Myeong

none yet..

Arcane:

- Jinx

none yet..

- Vi

none yet..

- Viktor

none yet..

- Caitlyn

none yet..

- Silco

none yet..

- Sevika

none yet..

- Ekko

none yet..

- Vander

none yet..

- Mel

none yet..

- Jayce

none yet..

Spider-Man Universe:

- Peter Parker (A. G.)

none yet..

- Peter Parker (T. M.)

none yet..

- Peter B. Parker

none yet..

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

none yet..

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

none yet..

- Miguel O'Hara

none yet..

- Hobie Brown

none yet..

- Pavitr Prabhakar

none yet..

- Gwen Stacy

none yet..

The Goldfinch:

- Boris Pavlikovsky

none yet..

- Theodore Decker

none yet..

The Last of Us:

- Ellie Williams

none yet..

- Joel Miller

none yet..

- Tommy Miller

none yet..

- Tess Servopoulos

none yet..

- Abby Anderson

none yet..

- Dina Woodward

none yet..

- Lev

none yet..

- Yara

none yet..

- Jesse Pinkman

none yet..

- Manny

none yet..

- Owen

none yet..

- Mel

none yet..

The Beekeeper:

- Derek Danforth

none yet..

- Adam Clay

none yet..

Weak Hero Class 1:

- Yeon Si-eun

none yet..

- Oh Beom-seok

none yet..

- Ahn Su-ho

none yet..

- Park Hu-min

none yet..

- Kang Woo-young

none yet..

- Jeon Seok-dae

none yet..

Bad and Crazy:

- Ryu Soo-Yeol

none yet..

- Do In-beom

none yet..

- K

none yet..

- Oh Kyung-Tae

none yet..

- Boss Yong

none yet..

- Andrei Kang

none yet..

Demon slayer:

- Tanjiro Kamado

none yet..

- Nezuko Kamado

none yet..

- Zenitsu Agatsuma

none yet..

- Inosuke Hashibira

none yet..

- Genya Shinazugawa

none yet..

- Kanao Tsuyuri

none yet..

- Aoi

none yet..

- Shinobu Kocho

none yet..

- Tomioka Giyuu

none yet..

- Rengoku Kyojuro

none yet..

- Uzui Tengen

none yet..

- Mitsuri Kanroji

none yet..

- Obanai Iguro

none yet..

- Shinazugawa Sanemi

none yet..

- Muichiro Tokito

none yet..

- Gyomei Himejima

none yet..

- Muzan Kibutsuji

none yet..

- Akaza

none yet..

- Douma

none yet..

- Gyutaro

none yet..

- Daki

none yet..

- Kokushibo

none yet..

- Murata

none yet..

HASHIRA; hashira headcanons, pt.1 (angst)

My Hero Academia:

- Izuku Midoriya

none yet..

- Katsuki Bakugou

none yet..

- Shoto Todoroki

none yet..

- Tenya Iida

none yet..

- Ochako Uraraka

none yet..

- Denki Kaminari

none yet..

- Eijirou Kirishima

none yet..

- Tokoyami Fumikage

none yet..

- Shoji Mezo

none yet..

- Momo Yaoyorozu

none yet..

- Hanta Sero

none yet..

- Kyoka Jirou

none yet..

- Mashirao Ojirou

none yet..

- Mina Ashido

none yet..

- Yuga Aoyama

none yet..

- Monoma Neito

none yet..

- Shinsou Hitoshi

none yet..

- Rumi Usagiyama

none yet..

- Keigo Takami

none yet..

- Aizawa Shouta

none yet..

- Hizashi Yamada

none yet..

- Oboro Shirakumo

none yet..

- Touya Todoroki

none yet..

- Tomura Shigaraki

none yet..

- Toga Himiko

none yet..

- Jin Bubaigawara

none yet..

adding anime back cause I watched demon slayer,,, :3

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eddiesguitarpic · 2 years ago

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hi baby bee!!!

requesting enzo smut with like teasing and casual dominance before and then punishment sex after PUH LEAAAASE but like rough punishment sex and then soft after care with big russian man 0_0

-🌿

hehe of course, my love

dmitri antonov x gn!afab!reader

warnings: teasing, very light exhibition, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, oral (female receiving), spanking, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 1,530

/////

"C'mere." Enzo's raspy purr pulls you from the daze you were in, eyes darting to meet his.

He's sat on Joyce's couch, Hopper sat next to him, hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey as he beckons you over.

You follow without hesitation, abandoning the task you'd already forgotten about in favor of trotting into the living room, taking your rightful place on one of his muscular thighs.

"Hi." You murmur, linking your arms around his neck.

"Wanna play?" He asks, accent thick from the whiskey he'd been sipping.

"No, I'll just watch."

You wouldn't say it out loud, but watching him play poker was extremely attractive. The way his eyebrows furrowed, how he bit his lip when he was concentrated, when he took a larger sip of his whiskey because he was dealt a bad hand. You were almost feral.

You're sat on his lap for a mere fifteen minutes before you start to get antsy. The game started to get less interesting, no longer entertained by Joyce's glare and Hopper's irritated grunts.

You spare a glance toward Dmitri, noting how focused he was on the on the game before plotting your next move.

Face displayed with a look of pure innocence, you shift your hips so your back is now against his chest and your ass is pressed against his crotch. You hear his disgruntled huff, but ignore it, grabbing his arms to wrap around your waist, spread cards now a half-foot away from you.

He relaxes after a minute, acclimating to the new position quickly. It's then when you decide to shift, his soft cock now nuzzled between your asscheeks through your leggings and his jeans.

"What are you doing?" He growls into your ear, low enough so only you can hear, grip tightening on your hip.

"I'm not doing anything." You whisper back, settling into your new position.

He grunts, returning his focus back to the game while you decide your next move.

You need it to be subtle enough where Joyce and Jim won't notice, but impactful enough the Dmitri will be effected by it.

Two minutes after his subtle warning, you grind your ass back into his now half-hard crotch, sliding it between the split of your ass.

"Stop." He growls, this time not a warning, but a command.

You don't respond, at least not verbally.

Spreading your legs so your knees are right outside of his, you grind against him again. Your turn your head so your mouth is right by his ear, nibbling gently at the lobe while Joyce and Jim's attention is focused elsewhere.

"I'm so wet for you." You whisper breathlessly into his ear, knowing just how much it would affect him.

His fingers grip you harder, posture straightening. You hear a sharp inhale from behind you before his cards are being thrown down onto the glass coffee table.

"I fold. We are leaving."

/////

You cry out, Dmitri's hand coming down on your ass once again.

"What's the number?" He grits, annoyance thick like molasses in his tone.

"S-Seven." You whimper out, ass already sore, stinging from the brunt of his open-palm against the sensitive flesh.

"Good." He hums.

He continues until he's reached twenty, your ass sore and mind beaten into submission.

He lifts you by your under-arms, tossing you so your back is on the bed, head on the plush pillows. He pulls his shirt over his head before kneeling on the bed, crawling until he's hovered above you, hands supporting his weight on either side of your head.

He grinds his thick, hard cock into your bare pussy, wetness soaking through his thin boxers. He moans, grinding harder as you whine.

"Please." You whimper, needy and unashamed.

He grins, shaking his head before moving down, nipping at your neck before crawling down your body until he's level with your navel.

He presses a kiss to your hip before moving toward your pussy, spreading your lips, groaning at the slight wet sound it makes. He leans in, licking a strip from your hole to your clit.

You moan, fisting the sheets as he laps at you. He collects every drop of your arousal before sucking at your clit like it gave him oxygen.

"ебать ребенка." He purrs into your cunt.

You don't know what he said, but the Russian dialect paired with the way he's lapping at your folds like a man starved has you crying out and grinding your hips into his face.

He groans, holding your hip, encouraging you to roll them into his face. Eating you like like it's his only purpose in life, he manages to slip two of his thick fingers into your hole like its nothing.

"P-Please." You're nearly crying, eyes wet with tears, throat thick from the need to scream his name until your neighbors know his name.

"You can hold on a bit longer." He separates from your sopping pussy to say before diving right back in.

You're in shambles. Fisting the bed sheets like it's the only thing keeping you centered to the earth, back arching like it'll break if you don't, pussy screaming for reprieve.

Just as you're about to fall off the edge, orgasm so close you can nearly taste it, he rips all stimulation away.

"Baby!" You cry, distressed from his denial.

"You have to learn somehow." He shrugs before climbing up the length of your body.

He's now eye-level with you, pouty lip and big doe eyes on display, just for him.

He tuts, shaking his head. "No, you're not getting away with this behavior once again."

Then his hand is around the base of his cock, stroking himself nice and slow while you watch. Lip jutted, eyes pleading, he fucks his fist to the sight.

You barely have time to wrap your lips around a 'please' before he's sinking into you to the hilt. Balls deep, tip kissing your cervix, you feel more than full.

"Fuck-" You cry, bare chest brushing his as your back arches off the bed.

"Baby." He pants. "Моя любовь, please."

His whining is new, but you know he's just as desperate as you are, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

You grind your hips upward, fucking yourself back on his cock while he starts a pace of steady thrusts.

"Oh fuck." Your voice breaks on the last syllable.

He grunts, swooping an arm under your waist, lifting your hips closer while he moves onto his knees. He hits even deeper this way, nearly in your stomach with how big he is.

The sloppy wet sound of him fucking you echoes through the room, bringing heat to your cheeks with how salacious it was.

He brings one of your legs up, hiking it over his shoulder so he gets even deeper, which you didn't think was possible.

"Jesus- так хорошо для меня." He damn near growls.

You mewl at his thick accent, squeezing down on his cock like it was your life's purpose. He grunts in response, bringing a hand down to toy with your sensitive clit.

"Close- m'so close, Dmitri."

"Come for me, baby." He instructs, and your body follows on command.

Crying out, your back arches off the bed, eyes rolling back as waves of euphoria wash over you.

He groans at the feeling of your cunt spasming around him, cock throbbing from within you, only prolonging your orgasm.

"Squeezing me so good." He purrs, letting his weight drop so his whole body is covering yours, fucking you into the mattress with all his strength.

Your cries fill the room, his fingers still on your overstimulated clit, urging you to grip his cock while he chases his own high.

His head fits itself within the crook of your neck, nibbling and sucking at the soft skin while his hips grind into yours.

"Can't- feels so- please." You can barely form a sentence, too cock-drunk to even muster anything better than a few slurred words.

"You can take it, малыш." He grins. "Take my cock and I might let you come again."

You manage a nod, gasping out at the new angle, your sweet spot repeatedly getting abused with each powerful thrust. He's somehow managing to fuck you into, and up the bed. Your head is dizzy, chest heaving as he uses your pussy for his pleasure.

You feel his thrusts grow sloppy, balls thwacking against your ass, cock starting to leak the longer he goes on.

"Are you gonna come for me, Sir?" You peer up to him through your lashes, lips parting through a (slightly) dramatic gasp.

He groans, deep and loud.

"Fuck yes." His pink lips part. "Are you going to take my load, pet?"

"Please, give it to me, Sir."

"Take it, take it, take it." He groans, cock throbbing as he spills his load deep in your pussy.

Once your walls are thoroughly painted with his load, clit sensitive, and mind foggy, he pulls out and collapses beside you.

You're both panting as you roll onto your side, attaching your body to his side like a koala.

"I'm definitely doing that again now that I know this is the outcome."

#dmitri antonov #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #dmitri antonov smut #dmitri antonov fluff #dmitri antonov angst #dmitri antonov stranger things #enzo stranger things #dimitri antonov #dimitri antonov smut

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canadiansummer · 2 years ago

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Drowning Out a Storm (18+)

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov x Fem!Reader / Enzo x Fem!Reader Request: @bubblegumfanfics asked for a fic involving praise and some smut. This kind of got away on me, so there’s some more to it than that, but it does come around to that in the end. Warnings: GRAPHIC SMUT. Minors do not interact. Reader has body image and general self-esteem issues, so self-degradation is present. Otherwise, this features: praise, dirty talk, mutual masterbation, some angst and a bit of fluff. It’s a bit of a mixed bag. Note: Me, dumping this into the dead tag like I’m dropping pocket change on a counter. But seriously, I’ve been picking at this for months while dealing with a super busy ooc life and really bad writers block. I’m not sure if the requester is still around, but if they are, I am super sorry for the wait and I hope this lives up to your expectations! Otherwise, I hope you all enjoy.

The fact that you were still hung up on the topic felt ridiculous.

You rested your hands against the countertop of the bathroom sink, hanging your head with a slow exhale. When you were feeling like this, the last place you wanted to be was the bathroom with the mirror in front of you a constant reminder of your current mental state. If you looked up, you would see your disheveled appearance, the lingering dark circles under your eyes that always seemed worse under the bathroom light.

So, you kept your head down, focusing on turning on the sink and splashing some cold water on your face to shake off the lingering tightness in your chest from when you had woken up.

It had been a couple months since you had returned to the States, that, with some final resolutions that you weren’t completely privy to, things seemed to be…normal. Yet, it was always the memories and scenarios that played out when you shut your eyes that had you jerking awake at odd hours of the morning. Phantom aches and distant voices until you were able to ground yourself again.

Sometimes you were alone in suffering from nightmares. You didn’t really know what to make of your relationship with Dmitri–the lines had blurred back in the prison. The prolonged stay with him in Russia had put you in an odd position with him. Sometimes it was completely platonic, others it felt like you were longing for something from him. The system he was a part of was a major source of suffering, one that you had been witness to first hand, and yet being able to hear his remarks and views on it for the six months you were stuck with him made your thoughts on him complicated.

You wished things were completely black and white–it’d make your decisions regarding him easier to make.

Yet, in the end, he was someone outside of Hopper, Joyce, or Murray, that you could talk to about what you saw in Kamchatka. It didn’t seem like much of a foundation for a relationship, platonic or otherwise, right? Shared trauma brought you closer, it was what kept the two of you around each other despite the months that had passed. It wasn’t just a self-esteem issue, as much as that played a heavy role in how you regarded yourself and in some aspects of your relationship with him.

There had been a time when you had tried to approach the idea that maybe he’d want to seek out other relationships that weren’t tied to trauma and horror. It wasn’t that you wanted to just shove him out of your life, but you knew that you had certainly pushed him away at points. Yet, that statement, at the time, had been a result of similar thoughts that plagued your mind recently. (That you thought he could find more fulfillment from someone who wasn’t you.)

Dmitri’s reaction had been subtle at the time–a questioning look and a tightness to his brows. Yet, he had thought that over for a few moments, playing with a pen on the table that you had left there from the night before when you had been searching for jobs. Eventually, he shook his head lightly, an almost far-away look in his eyes.

“I would struggle to find someone who understands in the same way.”

You didn’t really know how to feel about that. For the most part, you understood why, yet it put an odd feeling in you that you had been grappling with for the last couple of days. At the end of the day, you knew what you were denying and that addressing it would allow you to progress, and yet an old reflex had kicked in and you shut yourself down. The line between what was genuine attraction and what feelings had developed when you had to lean on him for survival was blurry sometimes.

The baseline of friendship had formed a long while ago–you figured you wouldn’t have remained close to Dmitri after everything if that was the case. Nor would you still spend some days (and nights) on the floor of Murray’s home to help them both pick through whatever information was coming out of Russia about what happened, and tried to help Dmitri deal with the stress of trying to get in touch with the family he had left behind.

Murray was a good buffer in those moments, at least, as much as his temperament fed into both your’s and Dmitri’s frustrations at points. You didn’t want to regard him as a distraction from your personal turmoil, Murray was an extra person and offered a chance to put your focus outward instead of inward.

When you were alone with Dmitri was a different story, however. The quiet conversations about your lives and what was happening, the looks, touches and intimate moments that were toeing some sort of line. It was apparent to you, and that was what kind of scared you in a way.

There was a horrible little voice that cropped up when you thought about those moments. It was a familiar one–something that had sat with you for most of your life. That you only had value when you were of use to him; that if you got into a relationship with him, Dmitri would realize that you aren’t what he wants and would leave. It happened every time. That you would look odd together–that he could get anybody he wanted around here if he tried. That voice picked apart every little flaw in you–personality, physical, nothing was off limits.

You had gotten better at trying to hold that back as you aged, but it certainly was running the show at the moment.

As if to prove that point, the shrill ringing of the phone in your hall pulled you back out of your head. Irritation cropped up again–you didn’t know who was calling, but you had noticed that the phone rang more than once the last couple days. A part of you wanted to answer it so you could tell whoever to stop calling, yet you knew better. If you heard Joyce, Hopper, or, worse, Dmitri, you wouldn’t be able to hang up.

So, you shut the bathroom door to drown out the ringing and work up enough energy to shower and get into a new change of clothes for the day.

***

You could smell some rain on the breeze from your open window in the living room, you half-watching an old movie that you had picked out as you tried not to doze off when someone knocked on your front door.

The noise made you jump a little, turning to cast a look toward the front hall with your eyebrows pinching together. As the last couple of days had proven, you really weren’t in the mood for visitors. Yet, you knew you would just feel like shit if you left them standing out there. You were already starting to feel about ignoring the phone. With a sigh, you stood up and hit pause on the VCR before making your way toward the front of the house.

A careful glance through the blinds near the door confirmed what you were hoping this wouldn’t be.

Dmitri stood at your doorstep, body partly turned away from you as he watched the sky curiously for a few moments, arms crossed over his chest. A small part of you argued to just sneak away and let him think you weren’t home, yet the childishness of that made you almost open the door with the embarrassment of that thought alone. Plus, he’d probably see you in a few moments anyway.

You unlocked the door with your lips pressed together, trying to will away the irritation from your expression–it wasn’t aimed at him personally, anyway. Still, you figured you looked as worn down as you felt when you opened the door.

“Hey,” you greeted somewhat lamely, though your voice sounded tired to your own ears, “What’s going on?”

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Dmitri returned, his tone not exactly reprimanding, but you could tell there was some irritation there, “You stopped answering your phone?”

You opened your mouth to give some sort of excuse, yet you couldn’t seem to work up anything that would be believable. Nor did you have the energy to attempt a lie. What could you tell him, anyway? ‘Yeah, sorry, I was avoiding answering the phone because I’d rather just be alone before everybody leaves me anyway.’

“I’ve been…” you started, letting out a small sigh as you leaned against the edge of the door somewhat, “I don’t know. I didn’t feel like answering the phone. I’m okay, anyway. Sorry to make anybody worry.”

“...You’re okay,” Dmitri repeated–it didn’t sound like it was said as a question, yet his tone made it sound like he didn’t believe that at all.

“Look, it’s just not the best time to have this conversation on my doorstep, so…” you started, trailing off as you realized you didn’t really know how to end that sentence. The bitter voice that had been dominating your thoughts told you to tell him to just leave, yet you couldn’t seem to get the words out or close the door.

To have him standing there, looking into your eyes as you stared back, you could feel a part of you relent to what the situation was. You just stopped talking to anybody suddenly, he cared enough to show up. You could at least try to explain…what you could, you supposed.

“I’m sorry. You want to come inside?”

You opened the door wider, stepping aside as an invitation. Dmitri seemed to hesitate for a moment before walking inside with a quiet comment. You shut the door behind him, a sense of dread sitting in your gut, but you knew there was a part of you that wanted him there. It had been there all along, really, but you didn’t know what to do with it.

“Murray says he wants to try a different approach about getting in contact with my family,” Dmitri said, your eyebrows furrowing somewhat–it wasn’t great news, but Dmitri didn’t seem especially bothered by it, himself. “Told me to tell you. He wasn’t impressed that you were ignoring him too.”

“I’m just an…assistance in this whole thing,” you replied somewhat dismissively, “At least he got the message to you. How do you feel about that situation?”

As much as a part of you wanted to avoid talking about yourself and where your head was currently, hearing that there were issues reaching out to Dmitri’s family in Russia was troubling. You knew it meant a lot to him, and…well, you couldn’t say you weren’t invested too. Not after everything.

“I don’t feel great about it,” he replied, “Yet…it might be best for now. We can find another way. A safer way.”

If there was one. Still, at his subdued reaction, perhaps even optimistic, you held the comment back. You nodded lightly in agreement, moving past him to walk further into your home as you could feel that awkwardness creep back up inside you. The topic of why he had to show up at your house just to make sure you were still there still needed to be addressed, but you just had no idea how to start it.

Your head was muddled as it was–and now this thing with Murray? You knew he would view it differently, but letting out your troubles on Dmitri just feel like you were burdening him with more than he needed.

Yet, as much as Dmitri wasn’t exactly pushy, it didn’t seem like he would just let you keep quiet about that.

“Are you actually okay?” he asked after a few moments of silence as you sat yourself down on the couch.

You couldn’t help but freeze up somewhat, meeting his gaze without words as you processed the question. Considering how you were behaving, the answer to that question was clear to both of you. Yet, being asked so bluntly gave you some pause. A part of you just wanted to insist that you were fine, that it wasn’t his business or issue to deal with. Yet, you knew you just wanted it out. You had felt a particular exhaustion that had settled once you had returned to America, but you kept that fact to yourself.

Now, it seemed like it was showing outwardly.

“You really want to know? No. Not really,” you replied, the even tone of your voice even coming as a bit of a surprise to you. “I’ve been struggling with some things, and I just…I thought I’d shut myself away until I had them sorted. Maybe that wasn’t the best choice.”

Dmitri didn’t say anything in return, but he did let out a small hum in acknowledgement as he finally crossed the space between you to sit down beside you. The closeness was comforting, familiar, despite the way your mind seemed to stumble over thoughts and what you wanted to say.

“What things?” he asked as you could feel his gaze on your face but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him at the moment.

“A number of things. Some you already know about, like the nightmares. Yet…” you let out a small sigh through your nose, studying the various menus you had stuck on your fridge as if something in there would tell you how to handle this situation. “I guess I’m just waiting for things to end like they usually do, you know? As a friend or otherwise, a part of me is just waiting to see if you’ll leave. I feel like such an asshole for saying that out loud, but I guess…I don’t think I’m anybody worth being around long-term.”

You let out a small breath–you could feel a tightness in your gut to match the one that threatened to settle in your throat, yet there was some sort of release in saying that. Keeping your feelings and thoughts close to your chest was natural to you, really. While you wanted to say what was on your mind, there was also a part of you that wanted to pull everything back in.

Yet, you knew trying to hide it in this situation would go nowhere.

“I think you are worth staying with,” Dmitri replied after a few moments, the casualness of his statement making you glance toward him with a somewhat questioning look. “I have spent many years around the worst people imaginable, you have seen me with Yuri and some other people here that I haven’t gotten along with. I don’t hide those feelings well.”

Initially, you wanted to argue that it wasn’t that simple, yet…well, he wasn’t wrong. You had spent plenty of time with him to know what he was like, and he didn’t hide his irritation too well. The instances where that was aimed at you were rare, but he made it clear when he was fed up with a situation. Yet, a part of you still wanted to argue.

Dmitri’s hand coming to rest on your knee put a pause on that train of thought, however. It was a simple gesture, not exactly an uncommon one between the two of you in quiet moments either, and you were particularly weak for the reassurance it usually brought. At the current moment, though, you could still feel the way your heart beat fast in your chest. There was some relief at his words, yet you knew that wasn’t the whole of the issue.

“I just…” you started again after a few moments, dropping your gaze as you knew if you saw a shift in his expression, you would lock the words back up. “I don’t know how to say it without just saying it, but I have been fighting with myself about how I feel about you. I see things sometimes and I want to see if you feel the same way.”

“What do you feel?”

The way Dmitri asked the question suggested to you that he had an idea, and the glance you took back toward his face confirmed that he just wanted to hear you say it. You couldn’t help the flush of heat that washed over you at that realization–if it was some sort of embarrassment of having to admit to it or some sort of arousal, you couldn’t tell. It did make you more aware of his hand still resting on your knee, though, and your closeness.

“That a good number of the comments from Murray that I waved off or rolled my eyes at do have some truth to them,” you replied in some light humor, the small smirk that crossed Dmitri’s face telling you that he caught onto your meaning. “I just think you can do better than me.”

That put a shift in his expression, the amusement dropping away into mild confusion as his brow furrowed. He didn’t have to ask the question you saw there, so you shrugged somewhat with an awkward chuckle.

“I know that this whole situation is unique and I feel very close to you, but I also feel that you could find someone better than me. That I’m here, but if you wanted to, you could find someone more…” you trailed off for a moment, waving your hand somewhat in frustration, “I don’t know. More attractive, more confident, more intelligent, more–”

Despite the train your thoughts were headed down, the words coming out quickly, you didn’t really notice Dmitri shifting toward you more with a shake of his head. However, he cut you off when he reached out to cup the back of your head and pulled you into him. He pressed his lips against yours in a firm kiss; one that confirmed what you already knew. Yet, you couldn’t help but melt into it, despite the insecurities that still lingered on your tongue, and slid your hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders.

His point was made, yet you felt some relief settling in you at him lingering in the kiss. You shifted toward him more, wrapping an arm loosely around the back of his neck while you slid a hand into his hair. Dmitri deepened the kiss somewhat, parting your lips somewhat for his tongue as he wrapped an arm around your lower back, prompting you to move closer to him. You lifted a leg from the floor so you could lay back on the couch, Dmitri laying himself between your opened legs as you felt your head rest against an arm of the couch.

At that point, Dmitri finally broke the kiss as you could feel your heart hammering in your chest and it gave your head a moment to catch up with the current moment.

Though, you struggled to form a proper response to the sight before you once you opened your eyes. Dmitri looked down at you with a familiar look–one that you knew was trust, but you could see something mixed in there that might have been akin to adoration. It was the latter that you had denied time and again when you caught it. That your wishful thinking had you seeing things that weren’t actually there, or that you had to be mistaking that for something else.

It would be a struggle to deny it at the current moment, however. You should have seen his reaction coming, you supposed, but it still took you off guard.

“You have made a lot of assumptions about how I think of you,” Dmitri said after a few moments, not moving back so you had a hard time not meeting his gaze, “The ones you told me today are wrong.”

“I…” you started in some sort of protest, yet you knew it was weak before you had the chance to form the words. You made a lot of assumptions, you knew that. Denied a lot of things, too. Yet, that insecurity still stubbornly persisted.

Though, you knew the hold it had on you wasn’t as strong in some aspects when it came to your concerns about your relationship with him. It was hard to insist that you were making things up in hopes that he’d be into you when you had a leg partly resting against his hip as he had half his body pinning you down onto the couch. It was a relief, admittedly, as much as a part of you could now pull out a million new questions and concerns.

Despite that, you found yourself relaxing into his touch as Dmitri rested a hand against your jaw. He angled your head somewhat in order to press another small kiss to your mouth before pulling back enough to speak.

“You can think I can do better, but I want nobody else,” he muttered, “I haven’t for a while.”

“I suspected that,” you admitted after a few moments, “I don’t think I wanted to believe it, but I know I had been hoping…”

You saw the softening of Dmitri’s expression, the hand that had been resting against your jaw to stroke his thumb along your jawline shifting up to cup the side of your face. You shut your eyes as he leaned in to press a kiss to the side of your face, the affection softening the tightness in your gut that had been forming as you talked. You reached a hand up to rest against the side of his neck, taking comfort in his warmth, his smell.

“I can prove it, if you want,” Dmitri muttered near your ear, “I have the rest of the day, if you need that long.”

The implication of his words made you still, a fresh wave of heat washing over you at what cropped up in your mind. You were all the more aware of his body resting against your own, the bits of muscle that you could feel even with the clothing between you. A part of you wondered if you should mix sex into your current situation, yet it was tempting and your previous kissing had left you craving more.

Really, you believed him. You knew that fact alone wouldn’t keep your mind from picking away at that fact from time to time, but looking into his face told you that you could trust his word on this issue. Yet, you knew you wanted to take him up on what he was suggesting also. It had you moving your hand up from his neck to trail up into his hair. You knew you had made your decision, and you trusted him to stop if you lost the nerve.

“...I wouldn’t mind letting you try,” you replied, willing your voice to remain steady despite the mix of emotions you felt over the last several minutes or so.

You couldn’t help the slight forming of a grin on your face at catching the touch of amusement that passed Dmitri’s expression, but you stopped whatever retort he might have had to that by closing the short distance to press your mouth against his again. Dmitri responded immediately, pressing back into the kiss with a small hum. The kiss was more sensual this time, Dmitri slow to move the hand resting against your cheek down to your neck as you accepted him deepening the kiss again.

Dmitri trailed his hand down your arm, causing some light goosebumps where his fingers touched until he grasped your wrist. He brought that down to pin it against the arm of the couch by your head, holding it there as he shifted. He covered your other hand with his own, holding it down against the cushion under your torso. The slight change in position had him breaking the kiss, which allowed you to take in a breath as he brought his head down to kiss under your jaw.

You tilted your head to allow him better access, his kisses becoming more confident as he moved down. The sensation of his tongue dragging across certain parts of your neck had you shifting somewhat under him, the hold he had on your wrists keeping you from being able to do much at the moment. It was easy to get lost in the feeling, however, your mouth parting somewhat as Dmitri’s mouth moved lower toward your shoulder. You let out a few low moans and whimpers as he started to approach more sensitive parts of your neck. Dmitri hummed against your skin in response, swiping his tongue over a sweet spot before sucking.

The sensation had you shifting again, lifting your hips somewhat to rub against his own with a small inhale. Given the telltale hardness that rubbed against your core, even through your clothing, you found yourself pressing up against him again. Dmitri let out a low groan into your shoulder, pressing his hips down against your own in response to grind himself against you. You shifted your leg that was on the couch up to rest over his hip somewhat so you could better seek the small bits of pleasure the contact gave you.

Combined with his mouth on you and the feeling of him growing hard against you, you started to grow a little frustrated that he still held onto your wrists. Though, after another minute of this, you were mildly surprised to hear Dmitri speak up first.

“The way you move against me and the noises you are making, I want to touch you badly. Can I touch you?”

“Yes, yes,” you replied with a nod, “Let me do the same.”

With that, Dmitri moved his hands from where he was holding onto you and moved them down to pull up your shirt. You sat up somewhat to help him with that, making quick work of his own once he had dropped yours onto the floor. You lay back down, Dmitri not quite moving back to where he was as he took you in with his eyes for a few moments. You did the same to him–his arms that you had only admired through the sleeves of his shirts and what you could feel through the sleeves of his jackets. You wanted to reach out to run your hands down his chest, across his back.

However, that train of thought was interrupted when Dmitri met your gaze again.

“You believed I wouldn’t be attracted to you?” he asked.

The question had you pressing your lips into a thin line, a part of you feeling flattered by the compliment behind that, yet you couldn’t help but let out a small huff.

“I just took my shirt off, come on.”

Dmitri leaned forward again as you spoke, though he paused somewhat at your words before he rested an arm on the couch’s arm above your head. He pressed his lower half against you again, rolling his hips against your own. You felt the prominent bulge in his pants, now, which sent another spark of arousal through you.

“This is because of you,” he replied in a low voice, his accent thicker with clear arousal and it was a tone that you hadn’t heard from him before. “I want you. I want to be inside you…I want to see how beautiful you would look taking my cock…”

“Dmitri…” you said in a tone that surprised you, almost like a moan and it honestly took you a moment to notice how much the throbbing between your legs had increased at his words.

Your tone wasn’t lost on him, either, as he closed the space between you again to capture your mouth in a hard kiss. Your hands moved to slip around his sides and rest against his back and shoulder blades, Dmitri shifting to prop himself up on one arm so he could run a hand up your side. He cupped one of your breasts in his hand, squeezing it through the fabric of your bra as you let out a small moan into his mouth.

“I just don’t want to rush,” he concluded as he pulled back from the kiss after a moment, you meeting his gaze for a few moments before you sat up somewhat to unhook your bra.

While an insecure part of you wanted to hide yourself, you knew you could trust Dmitri. The lustful quality that darkened his gaze was enough of a compliment at that point to quiet that voice, Dmitri wasting little time in repositioning himself so he could drop his head down to your chest. He pressed a few open-mouthed kisses to the top of a breast, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You arched into the touch with a moan, Dmitri replacing one of his hands with his mouth with a drag of his tongue. You gripped at his hair, letting your head fall back against the arm of the couch as you closed your eyes.

Despite the fact that the couch wasn’t the most comfortable place to do this, Dmitri was diligent with his attention. He kept pulling small whimpers and moans out of you through the attention he gave your breasts, sucking and licking at the nipple that he wasn’t lightly pulling and pinching at with his fingers. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel some relief and anticipation when his attention started to move further south.

If it was a sudden burst of confidence or frustration, but you found yourself shifting to remove your pants and undergarments. Despite pushing forward into that direction, Dmitri adapted to the change as he helped you pull them off completely before standing to remove his own pants.

As if moving on its own, you dipped a hand down between your legs to rub two fingers along your wet lips. The sensation had you pushing your hips into your hand, rubbing yourself a little quicker. Dmitri lifted his gaze to see you doing so, the action pulling a moan from him that only further spurred on your actions. Dmitri muttered something in Russian that you didn’t understand, but from the enthusiasm in removing the last of his clothing told you enough.

“Keep touching yourself for me,” he said as he lowered himself back onto the couch, taking his cock into his hand and giving it a few strokes with a groan, gaze trained on what you were doing with your fingers. “You are killing me.”

You let out a breathless chuckle. “Strange compliment.”

Still, you pushed two fingers into your folds, finding your clit easily enough as you rubbed at that with a small whimper as you could tell you were sufficiently worked up. You watched as Dmitri stroked himself as he watched you touch yourself, the sight only making you more excited. You shifted your hand down to slip a couple fingers into yourself, finding less resistance than you were expecting as you groaned lightly.

“You’re ready?” Dmitri asked, you nodding as you shifted your legs a little wider apart, one foot on the floor to keep you steady.

“Are you going to watch me give myself an orgasm or do it yourself?”

“I could watch you do that over and over, but I have made you wait enough already.”

You felt a small pang of surprise at the admission, but otherwise accepted his answer. He crawled over you again as you pulled your hand away, instead grasping one of his arms as Dmitri settled himself between your legs again. You felt the tip of his cock prod at your core, you lifted your gaze to meet Dmitri’s as you felt him line himself up properly and start to push into you.

You knew that you were aroused enough that it didn’t hurt as much as it could, but his cock stretching you out still pulled a bit of a wince out of you. Dmitri still eased inside, anyway, letting out a moan once he was fully inside. You were already adjusting quickly, the sensation of fullness making you push your hips against him somewhat. He matched that by rocking himself against you, creating enough friction at the moment to have you letting out a little hum in pleasure.

His motions eventually started to pick up in pace, Dmitri starting to pull out somewhat before thrusting back into you. You arched your back at his thrust, moaning as you lifted an arm above yourself to grip at the side of the armrest. Despite the fact that you hadn’t slept with someone in a long while, you were…embarrassingly close already. You kept lifting your hips to meet Dmitri’s thrusts, his cock hitting a certain spot that had you gasping and crying out each time.

“Oh, Dmitri–fuck!” you cried out at a flutter of your walls, a warning sign that you were getting close to that edge. “Right there, right there.”

“I got you,” he replied between another groan, thrusting harder. “You feel so good.”

You were only able to moan in response, curling your legs around his hips as you could feel yourself getting closer to where you wanted to be. There was a pressure building somewhat in your gut, each thrust pushing that further as you grasped at Dmitri’s back for something to hold onto.

It seemed you weren’t the only one who was catching on to getting close to coming, though.

Dmitri’s thrusts slowed somewhat, a little sloppier but he moved a hand down to find your clit. He rubbed at it, the added stimulation leaving you clinging to him tighter as you focused on moving your hips in a way that was pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. It seemed like Dmitri wasn’t too far off either, considering the moans he was letting out and his quick, somewhat clumsy thrusts. You let out a few more cries, feeling yourself fluttering around him more and more before finally you were pushed over the edge.

You let out a whine at the initial rush, you tightening around Dmitri’s cock as your legs tensed before you let out a couple drawn out moans as you felt that wave pass over you. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like Dmitri was that far behind, thrusting into you and stilling with a couple twitches of his hips. He groaned loudly as he came, you feeling him already leaking out onto your thighs as you wrapped your arms around him. Dmitri lay on top of you for a few moments as he tried to catch his breath, you trying to do the same as you finally relaxed your legs somewhat.

Dmitri shifted to pull out of you, the space on the couch not exactly giving either of you much room but you pressed your head into his shoulder. You felt him place a hand on the back of your head, wrapping an arm around your middle as you let your mind start to come back to you. A small rumble of thunder came from outside, the sound of rain hitting the ground filtering in from your open kitchen window.

“I didn’t even notice the storm roll in,” you muttered around a small chuckle.

“Good,” Dmitri muttered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “That means I did a good job.”

“You did,” you agreed tiredly, “You really did. We should probably use a bed next time, though.”

“I’m happy you are thinking about a ‘next time.’”

You grinned softly at his words, soaking in the moment. You weren’t so naive to think that now everything would be better, but you couldn’t help but grasp at the optimism this development might bring about. You just had to work on actually letting him in, but this definitely proved to be a step toward that.

For now, it was enough.

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Pair-Dmitri Antonov x F! Reader Genre-Smut Word Count-3.1k Fandom-Stranger Things Warnings-18+, MINORS DNI, Unprotected Sex, Oral (M Receiving), hair pulling Summary-You and Dmitri acknowledge the sexual tension between the two of you Prompt-“Please. I need you. Now.” (No.64)

It was an unseasonably hot late May day in Hawkins. The last few months had been crazy, but things had mostly gotten back to normal. To kick off the start of summer, Joyce and Hopper were holding a Memorial Day weekend barbecue. Since getting back from Russia and rescuing Hopper, the two had been inseparable…with Murray always third wheeling along the new couple. As a part of being best friends with Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Jonathon, you’d become very familiar with the Byers and their extended friends and family.

However, there was a new face that Joyce, Hopper, and Murray had dragged back from Russia with them-he said his name was Dmitri, but his nickname “Enzo” just kind of stuck with everyone when Hopper introduced him as such. You didn’t know him as well as some of the others, but you wanted to. He was so brooding and tall and mysterious and you just wanted him, but you couldn’t seem to get him to open up. Sure, he made small talk with anyone who was comfortable enough to talk to him-he’s from Russia and all-but no matter how hard you tried to lay on the charm, he just wouldn’t take the bait. Was it because you were so much younger than you? Was it because you weren’t his type? You couldn’t figure it out.

But you knew you wanted him and you were determined to make him notice and pay attention to you. Preparing for the barbecue, you put on your favorite pair of sandals and a breezy sundress that hugged your curves tightly, but you intentionally didn’t wear a bra or a pair of underwear. Nancy was picking you up, so once she arrived in her car, you got in, and the two of you talked and gossiped as you headed over to Hopper’s cabin.

When you got there, you and Nancy greeted Robin with a hug and waved hello to Jonathon and Steve who were in an intense game of volleyball with Lucas, Dustin, Mike, Will, El, and Max. Robin, rather loudly, pointed out that you didn’t have a bra on when she hugged you, which prompted interrogation from her and Nancy about who you were all dolled up in your cute little dress. Enzo was a good 20 years older than you so you just dodged the questions with vague answers and changed the subject to Jonathon being excited to be back in town, and his family potentially moving back to Hawkins since things had settled down a little bit, and Joyce had a budding romance with Hopper.

You were idly standing by sipping on a soda, watching the riveting volleyball game when you saw Hopper pull up with Enzo and Murray with several cases of more sodas and beers and you felt your heart speed up at the sight of him. You decided to shut down your nerves and headed over to the men. You waved at Murray who cracked a dumb joke to make you laugh, while Hopper gave you a side hug. He asked you if you could help Enzo bring some of the cases of drinks in to put in the freezer, and of course you obliged, seeing a chance to flirt with Enzo and really get him to focus on you.

You walked up to him and offered your help and he just glanced at you and grunted a noise of agreement. You were already frustrated by his lack of interest towards you, so you didn’t even notice when you leaned into the trunk of the car to pick up a case of beer how high you dress was hiked up your backside leaving your ass completely exposed to Enzo who was quite awestruck at the sight in front of him, but instead tried to be a gentleman and tried to ignore the feeling of a hard on growing in his pants and had you follow him into the house to put the drinks into the freezer.

As the two of you began to put up drinks, you tried again to flirt with him complimenting the way his hair looked, but he just shrugged you off trying desperately to not look at you and the way your dress curved around your body. I mean, you were young enough to be his daughter, and Hopper thought of you as a daughter, he shouldn’t be having these thoughts about you. But to you, it just felt like you were dumb for pining over a guy who had no interest in you so you just grabbed a soda out of the freezer to take your mind off of the rejection you felt. But when you opened it, it blew up all over you, coating your dress in soda, with the moisture making the fabric stick to your breasts. At that point Enzo knew he couldn’t stay away from you at this point and immediately took the bottle from your hands and frantically reached for a towel to help you clean up, but you just tried to swat his hands away feeling frustrated with him, feeling like you embarrassed yourself in front of him. In all of the chaos in that split moment, of you trying to push Enzo away, and him trying to wipe the soda off of your chest, he ends up accidentally sliding his palm across your breasts which didn’t help the sexual tension you both were feeling.

Feeling your cheeks turn red, you rushed off to the bathroom to hide away and attempt to recover from the embarrassment you felt, just to immediately hear a knock at the door. You didn’t know who it was, you figured it was just one of the kids so you yelled for them to go away, but without announcement, the door opens, and you’re about ready to yell at whoever it was, but you found all the words in your head floated away when you realized it was Enzo who followed you in. You felt yourself getting flustered again, with your dress soaking wet, very noticeably stuck to your breasts, standing there in front of the man you wanted so desperately. He closed the door behind him, and you just turned away from him, finding the courage to try to speak again asking him “Why don’t you like me?” He questions what you mean in that deep sexy voice of his, and you finally snap, pouring your emotions out to him. “I feel like I embarrass myself every time I try to talk to you, I try to get to know you, I flirt with you, I try to dress pretty to get your attention, I’m so attracted to you and it’s like you don’t even notice what I’m trying-” and he cuts you off and whispers almost inaudibly “I notice.” You turn back to him and raise an eyebrow. “You noticed? You act like you want nothing to do with me.” He throws his head back in frustration and groans, “Y/N, you’re 20 years younger than me! You’re young enough to be my daughter! You’re one of the first people who were so welcoming to me when I came to America, and you’re beautiful, you think I didn't notice that you didn’t wear a bra or panties today? I always look forward to times when I know I’ll get to see you even if it’s just a quick look. Blyad (fuck), I want you, but Hopper is letting me stay with him and you’re like a daughter to him, I can’t betray him like that, but you make it so difficult.”

You understand his frustrations but it warms your heart knowing that he was looking at you this whole time after all. You walk over to him and place your hand on his shoulder, turning him in your direction to make him look at you. You spoke softly, “Hopper can’t decide who I can or can’t be with, he’s not even my dad. And I want you. I want to get to know you, I want…all of you.” He looks down at you, towering over you with his height, his eyes darting from looking into yours, down to your breasts and how good they look in your dress, him longing to see what’s underneath it, when you decide to make your move and grab his face and kiss him long on the lips. When you break the kiss away from him he just looks at you in wonder, and immediately pulls you back in for another kiss. The kiss becomes more and more passionate as your hands start searching each other’s bodies, your hands reaching up his shirt, feeling his back, with his hands reaching up the skirt of your dress fondling your ass. In the heat of the moment, he pulls back from you, holding you in his arms, to whisper in your ear “Please. I need you. Now.” You look at him in shock. “Here?” He answers by beginning to pull your dress off over your head, and you happily help him get it off, then pulling his shirt off of him.

As the two of you continue to make out in the bathroom, you begin to palm his already hard cock in his jeans, causing Enzo to groan quietly, leaning his head back against the door. You look up at him, asking “Enzo, do you want me to blow you?” He immediately nods, pushing you down to your knees saying “Yes, printsessa (princess), but please call me Dmitri”, pulling his cock out of his pants and instructing you to open your mouth, and starts guiding your head up and down his length, the taste of his precum filling your mouth. You can’t believe this is happening. You had been hoping for this for so long, that you can’t believe you’re finally doing this with Dmitri. The faster you move your mouth up and down his cock, he begins to buck his hips into your mouth. He’s pretty big, and you’re not super experienced, so you struggle a little bit to take all of him in your mouth. He pulls your mouth off of his dick and stands you up, looking you right in the eyes. “You make me feel good, printsessa” and you immediately feel butterflies in your stomach at the praise from Dmitri. “You deserve something in return.”

He pushes your back against the door, placing one hand on your waist, as the other hand begins to rub your clit. The sensation feels so good, you feel your breaths beginning to get shorter. He’s so good with his fingers, it’s hard to focus on anything other than the motion of his fingers caressing your clit. He feels you and mutters “Morkyy, uzhe? (Wet, already?)” under his breath and chuckles to himself before unexpectedly shoving two of his fingers inside you, causing you to loudly gasp. In response to this he takes his other hand and places it over your mouth and whispers in your ear “You have to be quiet, printsessa, if you want me to keep pleasuring you”, but his fingers feel so good, and your knees feel so weak, that all you can muster up is a small noise of agreement as you nod your head.

He kept going to work fingering you, loving the way your body shook because of him. He started off slow, gradually getting faster, making you feel weaker and weaker, moaning into his hand still covering your mouth. You were so close to having the best orgasm you’ve ever experienced when Dmitri abruptly pulled his fingers out of you and proceeded to lick your juices off of his fingers, staring you down and eyeing your body. You were so desperate for that amazing feeling he had just taken away from you that you grabbed his shoulders and rubbed your body against his. He tutted, playfully scolding you saying “You have no patience, printsessa.” before bending you over the bathroom sink, asking “Do you want my cock inside you?” In that sexy, sultry voice of his. “Yes, please, I want your cock” you moaned with your teeth gritted as he ran his hand down your back and your ass. He bends over you, whispering into your ear “Beg for it then.”

You were seeing stars at this point just from him talking to you in such a filthy way and couldn’t help yourself from whispering in a breathless way “I need your cock inside me daddy.” Dmitri felt like a wild animal hearing you call him daddy like that, and promptly spread your legs apart and fingered your pussy, preparing you for his cock. He gave you a hard slap on the ass before slowly easing his long, wide cock into your dripping wet pussy, allowing a groan of pleasure to escape you just barely before Dmitri stuck his fingers in your mouth to shut you up.

He started with a slow pace, going deep inside you, and all the way back out just to tease you, keeping his fingers in your mouth to keep you from grumbling profanities as your eyes rolled back in your head. Loving that sight he was seeing in the mirror, Dmitri fondled your breasts using his free hand, occasionally bending down to give you wet, sloppy kisses along the back of your neck and down your spine. You were so desperate for his cock and the feeling he gave you being inside of you, that when he started building up his pace going faster and harder inside of you, it was becoming more difficult for you to keep quiet. Dmitri has found just the right spot where it felt perfect for you, hitting the same spot over and over again, to the point you subconsciously began biting down on his fingers. In response to this, he takes the hand that had once been in your mouth to now wrap your hair around his fist and pulls you back to him with his cock still inside you and whispers in your ear “Neposlushnaya devochka (naughty girl).” Before grabbing his shirt off the floor and opting to shove that in your mouth to keep you quiet instead.

Keeping your hair wrapped around his fist, and continuing to fuck you hard over the bathroom sink, you felt your legs getting weak, your eyes rolling back in your head. You knew you were nearing a mind numbing orgasm after Dmitri teased you by not letting you cum before, grasping the shirt in your mouth, so needy to cum all over Dmitri’s cock. He felt you squirming even more than you had been and tightened his grip on your hair and your ass as he kept fucking you in that perfect position. Attempting to hold back a loud groan he mutters under his breath “Cum for me printsessa”. Just hearing him call you that again was enough to send you over the edge, and you found yourself seeing stars, basically screaming into the shirt Dmitri had shoved into your mouth to keep you quiet.

Dmitri groaned at the sight of him fucking you to a mind numbing orgasm, and kept pounding his cock inside you long after you had reached an orgasm to let himself reach a climax until he pulled out. Then in one swift motion, he grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down on your knees, jerking off his cock as fast as he could, and said “Open your mouth for me. Now.” You eagerly did what he told you and opened your mouth, looking up at him with wide doe eyes. Soon, he groaned loudly as he began to orgasm, filling your mouth with cum. “Swallow for me, printsessa,” Dmitri told you, and you obliged, not being able to believe what just happened. He helped you to your feet, gave you a long, passionate kiss, and muttered “khoroshaya devochka (good girl)” under his breath.

Once you both broke away from the kiss, you turned to the sink to clean yourself up as best as you could before returning to the barbecue and reuniting with the others still in the yard. Dmitri then grabbed your hands and said “No. You're going to go back out there just like this, with your pussy still dripping wet from me. Okay?” His dominance caused your stomach to do so many flips in just a split second because you never thought something so aggressive could possibly turn you on, but you felt even more turned in despite just having the best orgasm of your life. You liked the idea of having a dirty little secret between the two of you, so you just nodded enthusiastically in response. As you bent over to pick up your dress, Dmitri slapped your ass, muttered “milaya devushka (pretty girl)”, then helped you pull your dress over your head and kissed you on the cheek once you had your dress back on. You waited to get his clothes back on before leaving the bathroom first, just to make sure no one saaw the two of you and tried to connect the dots about what had just happened in there.

After returning to the barbecue, you grabbed a burger from Murray at the grill, and joined Jonathon, Nancy, Robin, and Steve at a table chatting about college, and other mindless stuff. For the rest of the barbecue, you and Dmitri kept sharing quick, stolen glances at each other, and you felt like a little girl with a crush on the popular boy at school.

As people started saying their goodbyes and heading out, you couldn’t believe Dmitri was making his way over to talk to you. Sure, there was a known mutual attraction now, but you were scared of making a fool of yourself talking to him with others around. He boldly grabbed your hand and asked “Would you like to come over to my place? I’m about to head out, and I wanted to see if you wanted to join me to get to know each other better and continue our fun from earlier.” Your stomach was filled with butterflies, and you shyly answered “Yeah, I’d like that.” and smiled up at him. He pulled out his keys and you followed him over to his car, and you called out to Nancy saying “Thanks for the ride Nance! I won’t need a ride back to my house though!” At this, Nancy and Robin both took note of you following Dmitri into his car which caused both of their jaws to physically drop at the sight of the two of you together.

As you got into the car, you felt excited as to what was going to happen next, your thoughts a million miles an hour in your head. Dmitri started up the car, looked over at you, smiled, and said “Buckle up, printsessa” as he backed out of the driveway, beginning the drive to his house.

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

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crims0nwritess · 2 years ago

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Introduction

Helloooo, this is my first tumblr post so I apologize for how bad it is😭

Anyways I write fanfics! Here are the fandoms I will write for:

Marvel

Stranger things

The owl house

Wednesday

Enola Holmes

Harry Potter

Avatar the last airbender/ Avatar legend of korra

Heartstopper

Limits/Requirements

What I will write:

Fluff

Gay stories (M/M & M/GN)

Character x reader

Headcanons

One-shots

Requests

Platonic stories with female characters

Poly Relationships

LIGHT smut/suggestive situations (!only for characters that are not underage!)

Imagines

Coming out imagines (trans/queer/ace/poly friendly!)

What I will NOT write:

Angst (im bad at it😭)

Straight stories (M/F)

Romantic stories with female characters

Long/Multi chapter stories

Character x character (unless its a poly ship with the reader)

Extreme age-gap

Pro-ships

Extreme smut

About me!

My name is Crimson!

Im gay

My pronouns are he/they

Very amateur writer

I prioritize requests!!!

I won't be constantly writing cuz ya know life but I will make sure that I see and respond to requests

I have an ao3 account with the same name but I havent posted anything yet😭

Characters

Will be accepting requests for these characters

Marvel

Peter Parker (My #1)

Andrew!Peter Parker

Tobey!Peter Parker

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Sam Wilson

Bucky Barnes

Eddie Brock

Matt Murdock

Clint Barton

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange (Platonic only)

Pietro Maximoff

Tony Stark (Platonic only)

Thor

Namor

Vision

Wade Wilson

Steve Rogers

Bruce Banner

Shang-Chi

Scott Summers

Leo Fitz

Kang the Conqueror/Nathaniel Richards (New!)

Stranger things

Dustin Henderson (my #1)

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Lucas Sinclair

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Argyle

Jim Hopper

Enzo/Dmitri

The Owl House

Hunter

Thats basically it but I will do a lot of platonic imagines with all the other characters

Wednesday

Tyler

Ajax (my #1)

Pugsley

Eugene

Enola Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Tewksbury

A lot of platonic imagines for the rest of the characters as well

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley (my #1)

Neville Longbottom

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Oliver Wood

Cedric Diggory

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Avatar TLA/LOK

Aang

Sokka

Zuko

Mako

Bolin

+bunch of platonic stuff

Heartstopper

Nick

Charlie

Thats basically it

Extra

Please send requests! :) Im really bad at coming up with ideas lol

I probably forgot a bunch of stuff on here but yeah

Thats it! Byeee

#fanfic #stranger things #marvel #male reader #wednesday #the owl house #fluff #my writing #harry potter #enola holmes #request #avatar the legend of korra #avatar the last airbender #heartstopper

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odetodilfs · 2 years ago

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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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strangerthingslover69 · 2 years ago

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Why do you hate me?

Dmitri + female reader

18+ minors do no read!

Warnings ~ Swearing, angst and cuteness and hint of smut at very end~

Your dads new friend is staying with you, him and the Byers for the foreseeable future. All was fine at first but one day things changed. You didn’t know why he started acting differently around you. You didn’t know why he hated you. How close is hate to love though?

Six months. Six months since your dad (Hopper) returned from the dead. After everything that happened with Sara, Hopper decided his life was empty. Lost. Until he adopted you when you were a child. You filled the hole. El, Joyce and the Byer boys came along and you were a proper family. Not for long as your dad ‘died’. But low and behold. He wasn’t. Now back where he belongs at home with his family. You were just as surprised to find out your dad had managed to persuade a Russian prison guard to help him escape. That’s why now Dmitri Antonov now is a house guest. He had no where else to go. Six months. Six months of getting to know him. The first five were lovely. He was opening up to you all about his life, you were telling him about yours. You two got close. You developed a crush on him as you got to know him more. Okay so maybe more than a crush. You’d fallen for him. Hard. It wasn’t difficult. He was beautiful. You could tell he had a kind heart. He made you feel good. Happy. Like no one else had in a while. But a month ago things changed. You didn’t know why. Or how. But they definitely did. Only with you.

At first you didn’t realise he was acting differently. You slowly put the pieces together when you noticed he wouldn’t smile at you entering a room. He wouldn’t engage in conversation anymore. Not ask you how you are or how you day was. When you asked him anything it was just one word answers. He didn’t sit next to you on the sofa anymore when you’d all watch a movie. He didn’t pick you up anything when he went food shopping, he always brought you a pack of twirlers and a coke. Nothing now. You tried asking him what was wrong. He’d say nothing or grunt. He wouldn’t even hug you anymore when he came back home from working with Hopper, it was a routine you two had started but now had stopped. You missed hugging him. He gave the best hug’s especially on your bad days

One weekend everyone gathers to go to the beach. This is when you snapped. There were three cars of transport. Hopper, Joyce, Murray, El, Mike, Will in one. Another Johnathan, Nancy, Argyle, Lucas, Max and Erica. The last one you, Dmitri, Dustin, Steve, Eddie and Robin. Everyone needed a day of normality. Everyone needed a day together. Hopper drove his car, Nancy drove hers and Steve drove his. You all hopped into the cars ready to go after packing up. Steve and Robin in the front. Eddie and Dustin sat together in to squeeze in the back with the some of the bags. Dmitri in the middle with the other bags to his left, there was an empty seat next to Dmitri. You were later down than everyone else as you wear just finishing getting ready. It’s a hot day, bikini on, shorts to cover up but you just put your top in your bag. When you get in and he rolls his eyes at you. ‘Something wrong Dmitri?’ You ask putting on your seatbelt. ‘No’ all he responded as turned away from you. ‘Everyone got seatbelts on?’ Steve asks. Everyone said yes and off you went. It was about two hours from Hawkins to the beach. You looked out the window as Robin giving Steve directions. You felt a tap on your shoulder. ‘You looking forward to the beach Y/N?’ Eddie said leaning forward. You turn your body around to talk to him accidentally knocking Dmitri with your knee. Before you even have chance to apologise he snaps. ‘Y/N, will you get you off me!’ ‘It was an accident man, it was my bad’ Eddie says trying to help you. ‘I don’t care if it was an ‘accident’ she should be more carful’ Dmitri snarls again. ‘What’s your fucking problem!’ You find yourself saying out loud. ‘Excuse me?’ Dmitri says turning to you, his face very close to yours. ‘I said, what’s your fucking problem?! It was a god damn accident. It you weren’t man spreading I wouldn’t of knocked your stupid knee!’ You have had enough. You couldn’t stop ranting once you’d started. ‘I don’t get you Dmitri. I don’t know what the hell I’ve done to offend you so much! I’m sorry for whatever the hell I’ve done. All I’ve tried to do it be kind and nice just like everyone else. Whatever’s going on with you just give me a fucking break!’ You say with your eyes filling with tears. Everyone in the car is silent. Dmitri doesn’t not respond to you. Eddie sits back down. You look at Dmitri for something. But he gives you nothing. You turn away before your tears start. The rest of the car ride is tense and uncomfortable and you just want to get out of there. Steve’s voice breaks the silence after about 15 minutes, ‘Guys, maybe stuck here for a while. ‘Why?’ Eddie asks from the back. ‘Looks like there’s been some kind of accident up ahead. Some of the roads blocked.’ Robin says pointing to the cars in lines of traffic. ‘Well just great’ you hear Dmitri mutter under his breath. You hear Eddies walkie go off. ‘Guys, we’re here, where are you over?’ Mikes voice echos through. ‘You there, already? Man lucky you missed it. There’s been an accident. We are stuck in traffic. Maybe a while. Over’ Eddie replies. ‘One sec’ Mike says cutting off. ‘Guys you okay? Try cutting out of Scooter Street Steve. You know it? That should be quicker’ you hear your dads voice come through. ‘Yup I know it, thanks’ he shouts back. ‘See you soon guys’ Hopper ends the call. ‘Well since we’re I going to be a while, if you all don’t mind I’m going for a nap since we’re gonna be here for a while. Can you manage to keep quiet Y/N?’ Dmitri says did eyeing you before closing his eyes. You just glare at the man you love. You decided to try have a nap too, you were tired from the arguing it’s draining. You close your eyes and quickly fall asleep.

Robin turns to see you and Dmitri are asleep. She whispers across to Steve. ‘What the hells up with those two?’ She nods her back to you and Dmitri. ‘I don’t know. Y/N said he’s been different with her lately. I said she was just overthinking it but I think now she’s right.’ Steve replies. ‘I think I can tell you what’s going on’ Dustin pipes up. ‘How do you know what’s going on?’ Eddie says to Dustin. ‘One second. Dmitri? Y/N?’ Dustin says. No reply. ‘Okay they’re asleep. You see I may of overheard a conversation not meant for me. Dmitri here has got himself into a situation he doesn’t quite know how to deal with.’ Dustin starts. ‘What kind of situation?’ Steve asks confused. ‘Well a couple of weeks ago I went round to see if Y/N had The Shining since she mentioned she was going to get it. After getting it and on my way out I saw Murray and Dmitri in the kitchen talking. I couldn’t help but overhear. They weren’t exactly quiet. Anyway long story short. Dmitri loves Y/N. Has from the start. Murray warned him about Hopper cause of how he’d react. Dmitri can’t help the way he feels. He said he’d not try as interact as much. with Y/N. Keep his distance. I guess he found it difficult and lashed out’ ‘Seriously? Dmitri loves Y/N?’ Eddie asks feeling surprised. ‘Yup.’ Dustin says looking at you and Dmitri with a sad expression. ‘Well that’s great!’ Robin says excitedly and a little loud causing you to shift in your sleep. No one talks as you turn from the window to Dmitri. You lean on his shoulder making him snuggle into your head, once you’d both settled the others continue. ‘Great? How is it great?’ Steve asks still confused. ‘Don’t you remember the conversation with Y/N Dingus?’ Robin asks. Steve shakes his head. ‘Please share with the group’ Eddie says leaning forward. ‘Well Y/N me and Steve went to see you play at the Hideout a couple of months ago. She drank quite a lot. She started talking. I don’t think she realised what she’s told us. She told us that she had fallen for Dmitri pretty damn hard too. She loves him. Still does. Last week when me and her were at work Dmitri came in looking for a movie. He looked at her, Y/N smiled and waved. He just turned away, coming straight to me. Y/N was clearly upset. I never got chance to talk to her. She finished before me.’ Robin explains to the group. ‘We’ve got to do something’ Eddie says. ‘Yeah but what?’ Steve asks as he turns off to Scooter Street. ‘I think I may have an idea. They won’t be happy about it. And we’d have to explain it to everyone else. But it may just work?’ Dustin says. He explains the plan as Steve makes the drive to the beach.

You wake to the sound of rain hitting the window. You open your eyes slowly and adjust to your surroundings. You’re still in the car, pulled up into a spot hidden away. You don’t even realise you’re leaning on Dmitri till you hear his snores. You don’t move for a minute, you just enjoy this quiet moment. You enjoy Dmitri not being so horrible and rude to you. You smile. It feels nice. It feels familiar. You can smell him through your nose. This is the closest you’ve been in a long time you miss it so much. Just a moment of bliss. A moment with just you and Dmitri. Wait. It’s literally just you and Dmitri. Robin and Steve seats empty. The car was still. No engine running. You move you head causing Dmitri to wake up. You turn and see no Dustin and Eddie. ‘What the hell Y/N?’ Dmitri snaps, always in a good mood as ever. ‘Dmitri. Where is everyone?’ You ask turning to him confused. Dmitri looks around and sees the others missing too. ‘Maybe they’ve gone to the beach?’ He suggests. ‘I don’t think so. It’s chucking it down out there’ you say pointing to the outside. ‘Well let’s go find them so I do not have to be stuck here with you’ Dmitri says undoing his seatbelt and reaching for the car door. He tried to open it but no luck. ‘It’s locked.’ Dmitri says. ‘What? It can’t be!’ You say reaching for your door. Locked too. You move forward reaching for the doors at the front. Both locked. You slump back into your seat. ‘Why would they lock us in?’ Dmitri asks feeling confused. You shrug your shoulders. ‘Helpful as always Y/N’ Dmitri says rolling his eyes. ‘I don’t get you. I don’t get you at all.’ You say to Dmitri with sadness in your voice. Before he can respond you hear the walkie talkie go off. You and Dmitri look at one another. You turn and see it sticking out from Dustin’s bag. You press the button and talk into the walkie. ‘Hello?’ You hear hushed voices and someone saying to be quiet. ‘Guys this isn’t funny. Why the hell are we locked in here!’ You shout into the walkie. ‘I’m sorry Y/N. This was the only way we could think.’ You hear Robins voice answer. ‘What do you mean Robin, your making no sense?’ You answer back to her. ‘Y/N. Dmitri. We are all fed up if the bickering and awkwardness. We knew you’d never talk it over, especially you Dmitri. So we gave you the opportunity to get things off your chest.‘ she continues to explain. ‘Look. The beach is a no go so everyone went to the arcades instead. If you want to join us call when your done talking.’ Steve says with a sigh. Your about to reply when Dmitri snatches the walkie from you. ‘Very funny children. Now come and unlock the doors.’ He says angrily. ‘No man, this is your fault. Your mess to clean up. So clean it up! Over and out’ Eddie voice says ending the call. Dmitri throws the walkie down.

‘Your friends are annoying’ he says bluntly. ‘They are yeah. But there aren’t wrong’ you say turning a little voice. Dmitri turns more towards you. ‘Excuse me? How exactly are they right. Please enlighten me Y/N!’ Dmitri snarls at you throwing his arms up in the air. ‘This is why they are right!’ You say gesturing to Dmitri. ‘You. I don’t know why you are being so cold to me. After everything I’ve done for you?’ You with a biter tone. Dmitri scoffs, ‘You did nothing for me. You only did it for your father. I’m not stupid. I know having some random Russian living with you was never a part of your plan or anyone’s. So please spare me. You did nothing.’ You can’t help but feel hurt by his words. The hurt quickly turned into anger. ‘You are having a fucking laugh! I’ve done nothing? Okay let’s do this shit. At first I yeah I was wary of you. Course I would be after everything that happened with my dad, wouldn’t you?! But once I got to know you. I mean really get to know you, on a personal level. You shared your thoughts with me. Your feelings. You told me about your old life in Russia. Your regrets. You past self. What you could of done better. I was there when the nightmares occurred. I stayed up with you. I waited for you to fall asleep so you felt safe. Did anyone else do that?’ You look at him. He says nothing. ‘I was there when those pricks at the supermarket were mocking your accent. Who stood up for you? Who was there when you’d had a bad day. Who made you your favourite foods? Who held you when you cried for your son? Who hugged you so tightly to keep you from falling. Who? ME! NO ELSE. You know why it was me? The others care of course they do but, but they don’t care for you as much as I do.’ You’ve finally snapped. You couldn’t take it anymore. ‘I miss you Dmitri. For fuck sake. I love you!’ You shout to him, tears rolling down your face unable to stop them pouring.

‘You what?’ Dmitri asks leaning closer to you. ‘I love-‘ you are cut off by Dmitri lips on yours. You pull back. ‘What are you doing?!’ You say pushing him away. Dmitri leans back a little and sighs. ‘I am sorry Y/N. I, I. I should not of done that. I should not of done anything to upset you. Ever. You were right. Of course you were. You always are. Since coming here everything is not what I expected.’ Dmitri says with a sad tone. ‘What do you mean?’ You ask moving closer next to him. Dmitri sighs. ‘These last months have been the best months for a long time. Your family welcoming me as apart of their home. Your friends sharing their kindness. Your father giving me a job. Everyone has been so amazing and supportive for me.’ Dmitri takes your hands into his to hold them, you let him. ‘But no one has been quite as kind and lovely as you. I am sorry. You did not deserve me to be so unpleasant to you this last month. I thought it would be easier for me. I was wrong’ he says stroking the back of your hands with his thumbs. ‘What do you mean easier for you? How is this easy for anyone?’ You ask. ‘Y/N, do you not see it?’ Dmitri says. ‘See what?’ You reply shaking your head. Dmitri smiles at you. For the first time in a while. You can’t help but return it. ‘I love you’ he says with happiness. ‘You, you love me?’ You ask. He nods. ‘But why treat me so awful if you love me?’ You ask tears filling your eyes again, your not sure if they are happy ones or sad ones. ‘I thought it would be easier for us if I changed. I don’t think your father would be particularly happy with me loving you’ Dmitri says his smile dropping. You bring his hands closer. ‘Dmitri… my father knows how I feel about you. I’m not going to lie. I told him one night I’d been drinking with Robin and Steve. I don’t remember how I said it or what I truly said. But they next morning he sat me down and told me he knew. I was waiting for him to be mortified. I was ready for him to say no you shouldn’t love an older man. No you shouldn’t love my friend. No it wouldn’t work out. All that stuff. But he never did. He just wants me to be happy and he said he could tell I had feeling for you by the way I looked at you and how I was around you. So I guess I wasn’t as secretive as I thought I’d been.’ you say with a breathe of relief. After a minute of silence Dmitri finally speaks. ‘Your, your father was okay with it? Are you sure?’ Instead of answering you let go of Dmitri’s hands and pull him by his top, your bring him in for a kiss. You both melt into one another as it’s been a long time coming. His lips are as soft as you thought they would be, his moustache tickled you a little but you don’t mind. The kiss grows more passionate as Dmitri’s tongue enters your mouth causing you to moan. ‘I’ve been waiting for this Y/N’ Dmitri says in between breathes.

Dustin and Eddie make their way back to the car as Eddie left his wallet in the back. ‘I wonder if they talked’ Eddie says. ‘I hope so’ Dustin replies. As they reach where the car is parked Eddie stop in there tracks, he puts his arm out to stop Dustin walking. ‘Why we stopping?’ Dustin asks confused. ‘Well erm, I think they finally worked things out’ Eddie says pointing to the car. They couldn’t see in properly but the windows were fogged up and the car was moving, a fair amount. ‘Oh shit. I guess they did. Let’s not mention this to Steve?’ Dustin says as they slowly back away. ‘Let’s not mention it to anyone’ Eddie says

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skvlly-idk · 2 years ago

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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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moooxy · 2 years ago

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Double Trouble (18+)

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov (Enzo) x f!Reader | Jim Hopper x f!Reader

Synopsis: the night before the big reunion sparks feelings and desires… during strip ‘poker’.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: Threesome, hair pulling, choking, stripping, gambling, deepthroating, spanking, very vulgar language…

AN: I’m so sorry this has taken so long to get out. I sped through the first part and when it came down to the smut I sort of avoided it for weeks.

The past few days had been eventful. Erratic, horrible, mortifying. But now, all was well (for the time being). It was finally time for you all to rest and calm down— it felt strange not having someone on guard at all times. You were picked up by Agent Stinson, and she profusely insisted that you all shower and get a good night's sleep before it was time for Hopper and Joyce to reunite with their kids. No one really knew what to do with Yuri, so he was put under Murray’s supervision (again).

Only the best hotel was chosen for the six of you. Yuri and Murray in one room, you and Joyce in another, and Hopper and Dmitri in the last. With it being such a short notice, the only hotel rooms were double beds— and it humoured you and Joyce just thinking about the awkwardness between the men.

Greedily, Yuri, Murray and Joyce called the first shower. You couldn’t be annoyed knowing you’d have more time than them in the shower.

“I can’t wait to wash my hair… and shave… and moisturise!” You dramatically grin, flaunting yourself over Dmitri’s lap. He’s sitting on his bed with you, Hopper is sitting next to Dmitri, leaning against the headboard.

Hopper nudges Dmitri, flashing him a devilish grin. It’d been their form of entertainment over the past few days— bonding over their attraction for you.

“Keep it in your pants,” Dmitri whispers over to Hopper.

Abruptly, you stand up and wander over to the huge bucket of clothes Stinson gave you all. You fish out a t-shirt with a cringey slogan, taking it as your pyjamas. There’s a red fabric peeking out under a pair of jeans, and curiosity gets the best of you.

Hopper almost winds himself when you squeal, he jolts upwards in shock.

You throw it over at Dmitri— and Hopper knowingly chuckles. “Shit, Antonov. Is that what you’re gonna wear to bed tonight?”

“Shut it, American.” He warns, picking the red thong from his lap and tossing it back to you. “We’d much rather see it on you, gorgeous.”

It takes all of your inner strength to stop yourself from turning into a blushing mess. Two can play at that game. “Who knew you were such a flirt, Dmitri? Maybe I’ll have to pay you a visit tonight…”

“Woah, woah,” Hopper chimes in. “I’m here too, sweetheart.”

“Hmmm, maybe I can convince Joyce to give you a surprise,” you playfully tease with a wink.

“Who said anything about Joyce?” Hopper retorts, all amusement stripped from his voice.

“Wow, I knew Dmitri was bad but you too James?” You giggle, emphasising his real name. He groans in annoyance, running a hand down his face.

“James?” Dmitri chortles.

“Don’t push it, Antonov. It’s Jim.” Hopper painfully replies.

“Oh my bad. We’re not at that level yet,” you wink.

Hopper opens his mouth to, without-a-doubt, berate you— but Joyce peeks her head through the door.

“Bathrooms free,” she says with a smile, drying her hair with a towel.

“See you later, boys,” you tease, picking up the t-shirt, the thong and a pair of shorts.

Once you’re out of the room, Dmitri speaks up. “Think you can swap rooms with her?”

“Definitely fuckin’ not. I want her too,” Hopper confesses and Dmitri hums like he’s well-aware of the statement.

“What about Joyce?” Dmitri can’t help but ask.

“What about her?”

There’s a selection of everything in the shower. High end shampoo and conditioner, hair mousse, strawberry scented body wash, a razor and moisturiser. It’s a perfect reward for being left dirty and unwashed for days in Russia. And as an extra, the hot water felt heavenly on your skin. You were sure the sexual banter with Hopper and Dmitri was just talk, but just in case— you shave everywhere.

After putting your clothes on, including the red thong, you go and find everyone. Your feet pad against the hallway floor, cold air flying to your bare legs. The shorts you picked out barely even showed, due to the oversized t-shirt you wore that probably should have been left for Hopper.

All rooms are empty, except for Hopper and Dmitri’s. When you enter, everyone is sitting on the bed, Yuri shuffling a deck of cards. Dmitri is missing— but not for long. The radio is playing lowly as you scan your eyes for the missing member of your group. Just as you shut the door, their en-suite bathroom door opens and Dmitri is walking out. He’s shirtless, water drips down his chest and abdomen, and there’s a towel around his waist. You feel your heart beat faster at the sight, you feel something erupt in your chest— like butterflies. You can’t help but ogle him in desire—

“Oooh! Love is in the air!” Yuri cackles, firmly pointing at you. Joyce and Murray look over and loudly laugh at the embarrassed look on your face— you’re mortified that you’ve been caught staring at Dmitri. He only flashes you a shy grin, putting a shirt on and coaxing you over to the bed.

The six of you played card games for what felt like hours. Yuri wanted something on the line, like money or drinks, but Joyce dismissed him like a naughty child. He didn’t step out of line after that.

With a yawn, Joyce gets up first. “I’m gonna hit the hay,” she says. Not long after, Yuri and Murray trot down the hallway to their shared room.

Dmitri didn’t want to say anything in front of the group, but he deems now a good time to tease you.

“Liked what you saw earlier, huh?” He asks, voice horse and accent as strong as ever. He’s grinning, leaning forwards towards you as if to say ‘my attention is all yours.’ Hopper continues to shuffle the cards, watching the scene play before him with a smug smirk.

“I just happened to glance over and then—“

“‘Glance’, sweetheart? You were drooling!” Hopper chuckles, noticing your cheeks flush red.

“Aw, she’s getting flustered now, aren’t you?” Dmitri sheepishly mumbles.

“Please can we change the subject?” You whine, shielding your face with your hands to ease the embarrassment.

“…I know. Let’s play strip poker,” Hopper proposes. Dmitri laughs loudly, agreeing.

You’re sceptical, “I don’t really know how to play poker…”

“Even better then,” Dmitri teases, poking your side. You playfully push him away, he’s still laughing. “What about blackjack then? Lowest or highest number strips.”

Hopper hums in agreement, both pairs of eyes loiter on you, waiting for a response. Finally, you sigh and nod. Dmitri can’t help but grin, rubbing his hands together like he’s about to start some drama.

Dmitri grabs a bottle of liquor from the cabinet tucked in the room, something he’d had his eyes on since he walked in. He’d been monitoring it with Yuri around, but he’d been only co-operative. He pours you drinks, insisting that you all drink beforehand to soothe the uncomfort.

Finally, you feel tipsy. Suddenly the radio captures your attention and your body is subconsciously swaying to the music.

“We’ll make this a fair game, yes? We wear three pieces of clothing: shirt, bottoms and underwear.” Dmitri starts and you hum in response. Then, he sits on the bed next to you and begins to shuffle the cards.

Ten minutes later, you’re all sucked right into the game. You’re missing your shorts, Dmitri is missing his jeans and Hopper is missing his shirt and his pants. Your heart aches at the sight of Hopper and how much weight he’s lost, but he looks happy with it and you know he would rather not talk about it.

You grin when you draw a 19. But surprisingly, no one else seems phased. You all decide to stick, presenting your cards to each other.

Hopper gets a 20, Dmitri gets 21. You groan, ignoring their laughs— you were the first to actually show something. You slip the thong off, your shirt covers your modesty. They mumble in annoyance, but you swatch their hands away and continue with the game.

“Wanna sit on my lap?” Dmitri asks.

“Or mine?” Hopper adds.

“Whoever wins this round can have me on their lap,” you say with a giggle.

“And if you win?” Dmitri asks.

“Then I get to stay right here and ogle.”

Hopper draws a 20, you draw a 23 with a dramatic groan and Dmitri draws an 18.

“Lucky bastard,” Dmitri mumbles.

Hopper pats his lap, you plop yourself eagerly onto his huge thighs.

“Ah ah sweetheart. Think you’re forgetting something.” Dmitri rumbles, sending heat straight to your core.

“Yeah you lost the round… still need to take this off,” Hopper whispers in your ear, hands pawing at your shirt.

You roll your eyes, taking the shirt off.

“ебать (fuck)…” Dmitri whispers under his breath.

“This is kind of backfiring on us, huh?” Hopper chuckles. “It’s taking all of my strength to not touch her…”

“Finish the game and then maybe you can touch…” you tease. Dmitris eyes light up, and you feel Hopper go rigid underneath you. “Winner gets to do whatever they want to me.”

“The stakes have been heightened,” Hopper grins. The next round, Dmitri loses. Him and Hopper are only in their underwear as he strips his t-shirt.

“Last game,” you say, getting up off of Hopper’s lap. You lean against the dresser, sticking your ass out and arching your back. Their eyes are trained on you, watching you seductively roll your hips. You playfully turn the music up, taking a swig of the tequila on the table. You’ve completely captured their attention — their eyes follow you when you sit on the bed with them. You shuffle the deck of cards, dealing them both two cards.

You analyse their faces, Dmitri’s lips twitch up and Hopper stays neutral. Dmitri sticks, leaving Hopper to gamble. When he picks up the card, he’s instantly grinning.

“Hope you have fun sleeping in the dog house, American,” Dmitri teases with a grin, flipping his cards over to reveal an ace and a ten.

“Hm?” Hopper nonchalantly replies, revealing his cards also. He has a seven, a nine, and a five — leaving them both with twenty one.

“Oh,” you realise, lips curling into a mischievous grin. “I think that means you can both play with me…”

“Well shit, sweetheart,” Hopper starts playfully. “You’re in for it now.”

“You asked for it, I hope you won’t run back on your word,” Dmitri says with his brows expectantly raised. He’s waiting for you to object, refuse, but nothing but a giggle leaves your lips. He stands up, pulling you up towards him. He pulls you into his arms, his hands sliding down your back which eventually fondle your ass. He looks down at you, his hot breath tickles your nose and his lust-blown eyes intimidate you. A presence behind you brushes against your skin, then the large body presses flush against your back.

Dmitri’s hands are adventurous and confident, whereas Hopper is slow and intimate. Hopper’s thick fingers tickle your pelvic bone, touching the bare area between your abdomen and your private areas. Then, you feel his stubble roughly rub against your neck. Your attention alternates between the two men — Dmitri would capture your attention by squeezing your ass a little too hard, Hopper would steal it by kissing your shoulder or trailing his fingers a little too far down.

Eventually, your attention is settled on the man in front of you. Your eyes fall to his poor, neglected lips and you desperately want to kiss him, shower him with attention just like you dreamed of doing ever since you heard him speak. You were attracted to both men, of course, but Dmitri was available and in closer reaching distance than Hopper. You never thought Hopper would be willing to do this considering his feelings for Joyce, but you were mistaken. He’d been wanting this as much as you.

“Kiss me,” you ask Dmitri, and he doesn’t hesitate to oblige. The kiss deepens, and you know Hopper’s beginning to feel left out when his hands abruptly cup your breasts. You pull away from Dmitri, a string of saliva conjoining the two of you together. Your head turns to the side, and Hopper’s lips are waiting for you. Lips latch onto your neck whilst you make out with Hopper now. Hopper is more sloppy, equally as good a kisser, but Dmitri was careful and precise with his lips — whereas Hopper is enthusiastically pushing his tongue into your mouth at the first given chance. Finally, a move is made:

“Let me have her first, American,” Dmitri groans, clothed cock rubbing against your thigh. He’s hard, painfully so, and clearly pent up with the way he was rutting against your bare skin.

“Hold your fuckin’ horses,” Hopper replies through the kiss, causing wet sounds to escape through parts of his dialogue. “Who do you want first, baby?”

“You know I can’t make a decision like that,” you say with a pout, and he nods like he’d been expecting that answer. “There’s a reason why I have a mouth and a—“ you cut yourself off, a grin forming on your face.

“You’re fuckin’ right, sweetheart.” Says Hopper.

Dmitri’s fingers tilt your jaw back to face him, and his lips capture yours once again. “Mmm, been waiting for this for too long,” Dmitri mumbles. You manage a breathily ‘yeah?’ through the kiss and he hums in clarification. “How do you want to do this, American?”

“You get her pussy, I’ll have her mouth,” he announces.

“Fine by me,” Dmitri agrees and you whine. “Sound good?” He asks you and you nod.

Immediately, Hopper sits on the couch and pulls you by the hips there with him. He sort of just looks at you for a moment, deciding which approach to take towards you. Fisting your hair, he abruptly pulls you to his mouth. The kiss is hot and heavy, his tongue plunges its way into yours. Dmitri watches, hands instinctively palming the ache in his boxers before he finally situates himself behind you. You’re on your hands and knees, kissing Hopper as your hand paws at his crotch. Dmitri’s eyes fall to your ass, your glistening pussy which is on perfect display for him.

“Jerk me off,” Hopper mumbles through the kiss and you nod. Your fingers wrap around his bulge in his boxers, squeezing and pumping. You hear him sigh in pleasure and you can’t help but smile. His eyes find yours, and you both just stare at each other for a moment. The silence in the room is erotically-charged, before fingers prodding at your entrance makes you yelp in surprise.

“Sorry, princess,” Dmitri chuckles. His middle and ring finger rub your clit in circles, he relieves his sore cock by lightly grinding against your ass. Dmitri’s pace of his fingers help you jerk Hopper off. You take him out of his boxers, slowly pumping him the same speed as Dmitri touches you. When his two fingers push inside of your hole, you can’t help but roll your hips in desperation. The feeling of his fingers inside of you burned, in such a euphoric way - you felt every hypersensitive curl of his fingers, every twitch, every pump. You felt him stretching you open, preparing you for himself.

“You like his fingers inside you, baby?” Hopper teases, his hand roughly grasps your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Yes,” you breathe out, “feels so good.”

“It’s been so long, hasn’t it, American?” Dmitri chuckles, a squelching sound filling the room. Hopper hums in agreement.

Your back arches, causing your hole to tighten around Dmitri’s fingers.

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy,” he rumbles. His fingers pull out of you, and it’s not long before you feel something rubbing down your slick pussy. This ‘something’ pushes at your entrance, it’s so much thicker than his fingers. You whine, head dipping down into Hopper’s lap as the oh-so familiar burning sensation of him stretching you out reoccurs.

“F-fuck,” you stutter out, mumbling into Hopper’s bare thigh. Hopper’s grinning when you look up at him, when Dmitri is fully inside of you.

“Well well, baby. You gonna use that mouth of yours to get me off?” Hopper rumbles, your hand on his chest feels the rumble of his gruff voice. You nod, immediately dipping down to get a taste of him. You open-mouthed kiss his raging head, feeling the moisture on your tongue. His head falls back, a sigh erupts from his lips and god— he looks like a fucking model. Dmitri slowly grinds into you, he’s waiting for you to get started on Hopper before he really begins to take what he’s wanted for months. “Don’t tease,” he snarls, teeth gritting and nose furiously pumping out air.

Taking him fully in your mouth is harder than it seems. He’s too long, too thick for you to comfortably suck — so it takes a whole lot more effort. You listened to him, not teasing and instantly getting on with it. He’s rock hard in your hand, wet, throbbing and starved.

The atmosphere alters quickly. Dmitri starts to speed up, your fist around Jim’s cock tightens, your mouth bobs up and down so much faster. The bulge in your cheek relentlessly nudges against the fleshy muscle, and Hopper groans when he notices it. His fingers wrap around your hair, pulling it away from your face. With his free hand, he caresses your cheek using his thumb. “So fucking pretty,” he grunts. “This is what you wanted, yeah? Getting fuckin’ pounded by one of us, suckin’ off the other? My, my, Antonov. I think we’ve been—“ he moans, “seduced.”

“This doll is behind it all?” Dmitri breathily replies, a sheen of moisture on his forehead. He pulls your hair from Hopper’s hand, lifting your head off Jim’s cock. “This cute face has seduced us?” He taunts. Your eyes open, meeting Hopper’s grinning face as Dmitri slams into you. The noises coming out of your mouth are involuntary now, you can’t control them, you weren’t aware you were even making them.

“Come on, honey,” Hopper soothes you. He firmly pats your cheek, “back to it. I’m almost close,” he says.

Your hair is let go, you feel two firm hands on your lower back. One occasionally spanks your ass, loud and firmly. You’re oh-so-desperately pumping Jim’s cock, taking him as deep as you can in your mouth. You feel him twitch and throb whenever you do something unexpected, and you feel you’re one step closer at cracking him.

“God, keep doing that and I’ma fuckin’ come,” Hopper groans. “Fuck,” he whispers to himself.

“Come on, big man. Take one for the team,” Dmitri whines from behind you. Only those two could turn fucking you into a competition.

“Shit, I will. I fuckin’ will,” his lower jaw collides with his top lip. “You ready for my cum, baby? You gonna eat it all?” He teases and you moan. The vibration of your voice pushes him over the edge and, before you know it, Dmitri leans forward to fist your hair. Your head is pulled up again, and shots of salty white spurt onto your face. You catch most of it on your tongue, swallowing as much as you can manage.

Russian is spewed from Dmitri’s mouth, and his cock is slapping against your slick folds. It pushes you over the edge, and you cum the same time as him.

Lights and spirits fade as you’re pulled into Hopper’s chest. Dmitri sits on the sofa next to him, chest heaving, but a wicked smile plastered on his face. He says nothing, only exchanging cheeky glances with Jim.

You wake up tangled between both men, in utter darkness. You shift slightly, and Hopper jolts up. When he realises it’s you that’s touching him, he relaxes.

“You okay?” He asks in a croaky, tired voice.

“Yeah,” you softly reply. You coax him to lay down again with you, his arm wraps around you and you’re pulled into his chest like a magnet. “Are you?”

“Yeah. Just not used to… safety yet, I guess.” He mumbles.

“Me too,” you reply. You hear his heartbeat and Dmitri’s quiet snores, you relish in the peace for a moment. “I should probably get back to my room,” you speak up.

“No, I’ll go. You stay with Antonov,” he reasons, and you barely protest.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, Joyce won’t mind,” he replies.

“Thank you.”

He only nods in the darkness before climbing out of bed.

“Hopper,” you grab his arm. He’s got a handful of his clothes, but he puts them on the bed to give you his full attention. “Jim,” you correct yourself. “Will you kiss me before you go?”

He doesn’t reply. You feel his breath on your face, and you know he’s leaning in to kiss you. It’s sweet, wet, full of desire and respect. It goes no further than a kiss, but it means so much.

“See you in the morning,” he says.

Light pools in as the door cracks open, but it’s quickly roped back into the hallway as the door clicks shut. You don’t remember much after that, despite strong arms encasing your body the whole night.

Dmitri treats you like a princess — like he’s playing his and filling in for Hopper’s place. He fucks you slow and lazy in the morning, he makes you cum using his fingers as morning light illuminates the room. His hands don’t leave your body, his sentences revolve solely around you, his thoughts are trained only on you. Dmitri is yours, he’s who you want to marry. He’s who you want to kiss, to wake up every morning next to, to share your life with. Hopper wants that with Joyce, and you’re all aware and okay with that.

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