#dmitri stranger things

[xsora91]

[strangerthingslover69]

Your mother’s new husband

Dmitri Antonov + Female Reader

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ Swearing, smoking, & smut ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Hi Dmitri it’s Y/N’ you say

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[skvlly-idk]

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.

[lemonflavouredchaos]

My Girl

(Dmitri Antonov x Reader Smut) 

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

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

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

Originally posted by brieattea

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I told you-"

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

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

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

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

"Dmitri..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dmitriantonovslut]

NSFW Alphabet-Dmitri “Enzo” Antonov

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not completely shaved, but well groomed

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

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

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

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

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

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

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I don’t like Will Byers anymore. Also, I was wrong about him. The TRUE Christ Figure/main character/gay icon is Dmitri Antonov

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You Are My Task [Part 2]

☆ Dmitri Antonov x fem!Reader

☆ Warnings: age gap (11 years apart), class difference, smoking, swearing

☆ Word Count: 3156

☆ Chapter Summary: Dmitri has been at the estate for almost a month, adjusting to the Madame’s schedule, but important boundaries are to be made if they want this arrangement to be successful. One phone call leads to a tender moment that upends their mutual agreement.

☆ A/N: Thank you for 300 followers!! I love you all so so much, please enjoy!!

☆ A wonderful mutual of mine @atenastears made a Dmitri enemies to lovers playlist! You can listen to that here I think it captures the feeling of the fic wonderfully!!!

⇦ Part 1 ☆ Part 3 ⇨

It has been three weeks since Dmitri arrived at the estate and he learned many things about Madame (L/N). He learned that she wakes up at noon, spends an hour getting ready, and eats her first meal of the day at 1 pm. During her brunch, she gets political updates and asks about any calls from her father, a minister from her home country. Then she has her post meal tea while reading a book along with some French pastries. She walks around the grounds for a bit for a little exercise and then she takes a nap. After her nap, she calls her friends. Then she has dinner. Afterwards, she’ll sign off on what is to be prepared for her meals tomorrow and go to bed. 

“It’s a lengthy routine, but it keeps the Madame entertained and most importantly safe. It’s within her confines and her father’s wishes. Please, adjust to her schedule,” Emelia explained. How she kept up with her own schedule was beyond him, however he was by your side through and through. He glanced over at you as you ate your eclair, reading a Stephen King novel. He chuckled, causing the Madame to look up at him. She quirked a brow, continuing to read her novel until she heard him laugh again. 

“Is there something funny?” She asked. He looked over, his arm perched on the oak bookcase. 

“I would have thought you would read classics,” He said. “Not some horror novelist,”

“What? Like the Anna Karenina in your hand?” She retorted. “I read most classics when I was younger. This is just something new. Besides we have different tastes, that’s all,” She held the book closer to your face. “Clearly,” Whispering to herself, that of course didn’t fall past Dmitri’s ears. He scoffed again, looking out at the window crossing his arms. It was truly isolating to see the expanse of snow decorating the hills, her attitude alone could burn all of it and he could tell just by the anger radiating off her body. He always felt her fiery gaze on him. 

He pursed his lips, abruptly turning around. “May I ask you something?” Dmitri asked. She didn’t lift your eyes from the page. “Madame (L/N)?” 

She smiled, setting the book on her lap with her finger marking the pages. “Why yes, Mr. Antonov. What would you like to ask?” The Madame faked a smile — which infuriated him even more. 

“Why are you so…so…”

“So…so…what?” She challenged him. He feigned off, She’s insufferable. Dmitri watched as her laced finger held the handle of the teacup. 

“Nothing. I was just wondering…why only French pastries?” He asked. She looked down at her half eaten èclair. She tilted your head, scrunching her nose a bit. “The foods you eat are French too, is your tea French as well?” She sipped your tea, rolling her eyes.

Madame (L/N) laughed. “My teas are imported from Asia. I’m quite a fan of darjeeling and assam,” Setting down her white cup. “France is mostly known for their coffees. I much prefer Vietnamese coffee. It’s good, strong, but good. I crave it these days but I don’t have access to the right coffee or condensed milk…shame…” Dmitri smiled. “Turkish coffee is good based on its presentation alone. I absolutely adore Italian style coffees. I think their coffee culture is top tier. It’s just not the same when made at home,” 

“I guess things are only enjoyable when enjoyed elsewhere,” Dmitri remarked. He watched her feign a small smile. “You know, I think you should expand your horizons,”

She scrunched her face, “How so?”

Dmitri walked away from the window, pacing around the Madame’s couch. Her finger was no longer holding her place in her novel, now set aside and forgotten as they both held eye contact. He bent forward, almost being at her level. “For starters, maybe you can try Russian?”

She looked down, suddenly the sight of her laced hands was much more interesting than the conversation, “Pardon?” She said, looking up at her smiling bodyguard.

“Did you hear me? Russian pastries — my people are knowledgeable on good food too,” Oh “You should try them,” 

“What’s wrong with the ones I have?” You asked. “Are you questioning my taste?” Dmitri rolled his eyes. Absolutely unbelievable. Only you would hear one sentence and come out with another. 

“I never said that!” Dmitri exclaimed. “Are the rich so quick to feel offended, I just gave you a suggestion to try something new,” She turned her head. 

“I never said I was offended!” She said back. “Is it in your job description to take jabs at people or are you just naturally annoying,” 

“I don’t take jabs at regular people but at snobby people like you then sure,” Dmitri remarked. “We both hate having each other around,”

“Can I ask you something?” She asked. “Mr. Antonov,” Mimicking his tone from before, he crossed his arms before gesturing his head for you to go forward. “Let’s walk. I want to walk around the grounds now,” You said, grabbing your coat and heading out. He trailed behind, just enough to keep you within earshot but behind you. “You’re right. I hate having you around, but if we stay out of each other's way then I’m sure your job and my life will be much easier,”

“Understood,” He said. 

“You know I could have you fired,” She said. “Imagine thinking that you can say all of that to me and keep your job,”

“I’m not worried,” He said. “Your father doesn’t want to have to hear about you going through another process of finding a personal guard,” 

“Oh you’re so confident,” You replied. “I’ve never had someone challenge me, most people wouldn’t dare,” 

Dmitri jogged around you, spinning so he’s facing you, lightly walking backwards. “I am not most people,” He said, pulling out a cigarette. He watched as you breathed in and out, he was careful to blow the smoke away from you. The walk was cut short from the back door opening. Alan, the estate’s butler, clutched the stone railing.

“Madame (L/N)!” He said between huffs. “It’s your father! He’s on the phone,” Dmitri watched as you bolted across the lawn and up the steps, almost tripping. He picked up your scarf that dropped as he followed behind. She shucked off her purple coat, throwing it at Alan who nearly dropped the expensive coat. Dmitri rushed over to balance him, asking if he’s okay. 

“Father, hello,” She said out of breath, she listened intently with a big smile on her face. Dmitri watched as she smiled for the first time in weeks. He had watched her every morning asking about her father, a man so busy with many of his political aspirations. The only person who usually called was her brother, who was in her home country but he droned on and on about government activities that his calls were anything but enjoyable. He stepped a few steps closer, just at the top of the stairs as he watched her face fall. 

“So you won’t come?” She said quietly, clutching the green phone. “When will I see you?” Tears were welling up in her eyes, Dmitri took a few steps toward her, her lips quivered as she quickly wiped away her tears. She nodded again and hung up. He looked around and saw the staff looking at her solemnly. He heard from one of the maids that the Madame had been expecting a short visit from her father or at least a long phone call – since her arrival months ago, neither has happened. It had been very lonely for her, with no family and no friends by her side. The Madame sighed, running up the stairs, until her wrist was caught by her bodyguard. He didn’t know why he reached out, but he watched as her heaving calmed. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. She tugged and he let go, running to her room. The slam of her door made everyone jump. Emelia walked up to Dmitri, “Will she be okay?”

“She’ll be fine. She’s a strong girl,” She said. “She’ll be okay,”

Hours had passed and the Madame didn’t come out of her room once. The once occupied halls where she often walked or the sounds of her laughter on the phone were absent. The occasional phone ringing in her room would go off, indicating that her friends wanted to talk but of course, Emelia answered instead saying that she wasn’t to be disturbed today. Dmitri waited outside of her door, at his assigned post, as he always had, waiting for her to come out. He thought about the events from earlier, the way her face lit up when she heard she was finally receiving a call from her father. Her face falling and her shoulders dropping, it was heartbreaking to see. He saw her resolve disintegrating, who she was at that moment, when he clutched her wrist. He didn’t see a stern, haughty, cold-hearted woman he saw, just for a little bit, someone who just wanted to hear from her father. 

—

You clutched your pillow, sitting on the alcove looking at the view outside. It was snowing today in Moscow. You had hoped that your father would call, maybe have a nice chat or to tell you news of him coming home soon. You understood how busy he was, but a part of you wanted him to come. Maybe he doesn’t want me anymore. 

You remembered the days of playing games on the grounds, amidst the heated tensions between your father and the backdrop of the political state of the country – you remembered nothing but happy days. There used to be a big playground you and your brother would go on. Mr. Munzuk, the estate owner, loved spoiling you and your brother with gifts. “Shhh, I’m not supposed to have these,” He would tell you. You remembered a big toy pony on wheels and the joy and laughter as your father and Mr. Munzuk. You thought that maybe you could recreate the same feeling of joy if you walked around the gardens, trying to remember the bits and pieces of your childhood, but to no avail. You thought about all the times your father talked to you. Once you got to a certain age, it felt like he was more of a commander than a father. He praised your brother, gave him access to many opportunities and made him the younger version of him. From what you could tell, he was still a dad to him. 

As you grew out of a child’s body and into a young woman, it no longer felt like you could say “father” with the same diction as a child. One day, you were dropped off in Europe and he barely called. At first you loved the freedom of being a 14 year old it-girl, spending money and being carefree but you almost envied the power your brother had. One that you could never achieve so long as you were a woman in that household. At first it was tolerable, but you had ideas, joined organizations and wrote political papers. You had an idea of what could make a state better, what political relations needed to be strengthened, but you were never going to be a fraction of what your brother was – your father made that clear. 

“I assure you, you are not fit to be in office. Maybe you could handle it if you were a-”

“A what? A son?”

Two knocks from the door grabbed your attention. You got up from the alcove, “Who is it?”

“It’s me. Dmitri,” Mr. Antonov said. “I wanted to ask you something,” 

You clenched your fist, “If it’s to make fun of me, I don’t want to hear it,” 

“It’s not!” He said through the door. “If you don’t like what I have to say, you’re more than welcome to slam the door in my face,” You walked over, hand hovering over the gold doorknob. You turned it, leaving the door at a crack. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” You said curtly. “What do you want?”

“Would you like to go into town? To get your mind off of things?” He asked. “I’ll take you to try some Russian pastries,”

You wiped away your tears, breathing out to clear any sign of crying from earlier. “What use will that be? It’ll be a waste of time,”

“I'll give you odds. 100 to 1. Just trust me, it won’t be a waste of time,” He said. 

You looked out of the car, Dmitri sitting across from you. It was a new town, one that you haven’t been to before. It was further away from the closest town near the estate and much quieter too. The dim lights illuminated the shops and so many people were walking around, not as busy as the other town which was perfect. Dmitri tapped on the partition, telling him directions and the car parked in front of a small bakery. You watched a woman mix batter through the window and people sitting down at the tables, laughing and enjoying their food. You hardly noticed your driver coming around and opening the door for you. Dmitri of course exited first with you in tow. “Come on,” He said, holding out his hand. You grabbed his hand, almost stumbling until he held your hip steady. “Careful, Miss (L/N),” He led you inside the cafe, the aroma of sweets and baked goods filled the air. You looked around at all the treats in the display case, cakes, small pastries, and even homemade candy filled the almost chaotic display. It was wonderful. “Which one would you like, Miss (L/N)?”

“Hm?” You said, distracted. “Uh, I guess you can choose. Since you’re so confident in your odds,” He laughed and spoke to the woman gesturing to two things. “I do want cake though. Now that we’re here,” He sighed and spoke to the woman again. You looked around for a table but the only available space was a table with two seats next to each other so you sat down and waited for Dmitri. There unfortunately was no way he could sit across from you, so he carefully scooted next to you. 

“Okay, here's a cake for you to try,” The brown and white layers looked absolutely delicious. You took a bite, you looked at Dmitri as he watched you intently gauging your reaction. You hate to admit that he was right, but the cake was absolutely delicious! You took another bite reveling in the sweetness that hit your tongue, the little crumbles adding a unique texture. “Told you so…I…knew the previous owners so I know the cakes are still good,”

You nudged him playfully, picking up the other utensil and holding it to his mouth. “Ahhh,” He paused, before taking a bite. You both giggled as you repeated the same motion. “How have I never tried this?”

After chewing he spoke, “How long have you been here Miss (L/N)?”

“Four months?” A crumb was stuck at the corner of his mouth, taking your thumb and swatting it away. He looked at you just as you looked at him…what just happened. He coughed and you turned away. Avoiding any further eye contact. You quickly took a sip of your tea but it was still hot and some had spilled on your finger. Dmitri quickly took the napkin and patted your finger blowing on it to take away any of the heat. His rough hands held yours, you observed the years of labor on his fingers. Fingers that have pulled revolvers. Your hands were smooth, perfectly manicured, the most it had ever been through was four years of essays. Your fingers were so close to his lips it made your heart race. He looked up and your jaw tensed, he tilted his head, slowly letting go. 

When you both arrived home, laughing and smiling about today, you were met with a very concerned Alan and an almost furious Emelia.”Madame, where were you?! It’s half past 8 usually you would be in your room now,” 

“I apologize Emelia, it’s my fault,” Dmitri interjected. “I had forgotten my watch and I wasn’t watching the time. I would have brought her home sooner,” Alan smiled looking at Emelia but still, she wasn’t having it. 

“Well you both missed dinner. Have you eaten yet?” You both shook your head. She sighed and gestured to the dining room. You looked over at Dmitri, who’s gaze was already fixed on you, chuckling at her absolute exasperation. There was something so carefree about him. Ever since he came to the estate, he had managed to break some rules. Usually you hated the smell of cigarettes, laughter that was a little too loud, vulgar language, but Dmitri was different in that sense. His laugh and demeanor wasn’t anything unpleasant, if anything it was inviting, but also painful — he reminded you too much of your friends. That was a problem. He reeked of nostalgia and happy memories. He reminded you too much of who you used to be. 

The moment you stepped into the estate you were hyper aware of who you were. Daughter of a minister second to an Ambassador, Granddaughter of a munitions company CEO, Great-Granddaughter to an oil magnate — your family has funded many wars, been apart of foreign conflicts, as small as your home country was — it was a well kept secret that your family played the puppet in many conflicts. And just like that, you morphed into the perfect girl. 

——

Dmitri followed her up the stairs, remembering that scene at the bakery. Her eyebrows tense, her doe eyes, how she winced at the pain, how he needed to make sure she was unharmed. And just before when she swiped her thumb near his lips, how smooth and delicate she was. Her mouth was anything but, in that moment, it was the first time he felt any concern from her. 

Concern? The Madame? No, impossible. 

He thought she would reprimand him for taking her hand, but she didn’t. She just observed. Did she even care how close they were for the first time? How their shoulders touched as they sat together in that crowded bakery. How close her fingers were to his lips? 

He escorted her to her room, she opened the door, glancing back. “Thank you for today, Dmitri,” He noticed how she didn’t wear her usual gloves. How her thumb was bare against his face.

“Dmitri, now is it? We’re on a first name basis?”

“Please leave Mr. Antonov, good night,” She said as she entered her room, glancing back one more time. 

“Goodnight, Miss (L/N),” She bowed her head and the door shut on him. The way her demeanor changed once they entered the house didn’t fall past Dmitri. What a shame.

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