Req, Anon: "Happy holidays! Can you please do Sergei kravinoff x female reader smut? Reader is taking care of him post hunt by sharing a bath together and it gets 🔥 Ty!"
Genre: Smut
Summary: Y/N takes care of Sergei after a hunt and things get a little hot and heavy
Warnings: Cursing, Oral, Porn with a plot (barely), google translated Russian
The thud of the glass door closing is what jolted me away from the book that I was currently nose deep in. Looking up I'm met with the beautiful sight of my fiancé Sergei who's been out hunting.
I watch as he walks from one end of the little home to the next as he puts away his hunting gear, his skin glistening in a beautiful sheer of sweat.
"You know I can feel your gaze on me моя принцесс (my princess)?" I hear a deep and thick Russian accent pierce the silence. The heaviness of his voice is enough for me to clench my thighs together in hopes of relieving the tingle at my core. Every time Sergei talks, it's like something in me just sparks and I have to jump on his bones and fuck him until the sun comes up. It could be his accent or the way he just knows his way around every crease and crevices of my body or maybe it's the way his gaze on me makes me feel small against him.
Gosh, everything about Sergei right now makes me want to do some unspeakable thing to him. "I'm talking to you" It makes me blink, how long have I been staring at him? I mean this is an everyday occurrence but it's still embarrassing to get caught.
"Hmm?" I said as I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my heads in hopes of clearing my mind from all the thoughts that are currently fresh in my mind.
"What are you thinking of? I can tell there is something going on in that pretty mind of yours." The compliments. If he doesn't stop soon we're gonna have to call his brother and tell him that he's going to be an uncle.
"I was just thinking about how much I need to take a bath," Sergei quirks a brow as a tiny smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as I speak "And how I would love for you to join me- just to save water." I see his eyes darken with lust as a low almost inaudible growl gurgles at the base of his throat.
Sergei lowly strides towards me peeling his sweat drenched jacket off his body, his eyes still staring in mine "Really, мой невинный (my innocent), just to save water?" he's closer now, so much so that I can start to feel his breath on my neck as he leans into me.
My heart pounds against my chest as Sergei's lips near my ear before seductively whispering "And don't even think about lying to me драгоценный (Precious)." his palm comes up to caress my cheek before he grips my chin with enough force not to hurt but to make my eyes shoot open after not realizing they'd fluttered shut. "because you know how much I hate liars." something about the way he's talking to me right now is just so hot, sending shivers down my body and heat traveling to my core. His big muscular arms are the only thing on my mind as my hand goes up to caress the back of his.
"I-I just want to see you naked," hearing my confession makes a full smile break out on his face "and wet." Sergei could tell that I wanted to say more but he didn't want to push like he always does enjoying the way I shrink in embarrassment, instead he gave in almost immediately.
"What are we waiting for котенок (kitten)?" within milliseconds of him saying that does he pick me up and swing me over his shoulders as if my body weight was that of a feather. His long legs striding towards the bathroom and once in, he kicks the door shut before setting me down as he walks over to the shower and turns in on, steam quickly filling up the small room.
Sergei turns to face me, his hands tugging at the bottom on his shirt pulling it up and over his head, before unbuckling his pants and kicking those off, his eyes still never leaving mine as he does so. My eyes rake over his body almost unsure of where to look first. Without thinking I rush in front of him, my hands cupping either side of his face before crashing my lips flush against his. I can taste the faint saltiness of his sweat on my tongue as we start devouring the taste of each other. I pull away needing air, using this time to strip myself of my clothes leaving me more exposed than Sergei, who is still in his boxers.
"You look so sexy Моя любовь (My love), I need you now" without a second thought, I pressed my lips against his again with enough force to have Sergei stumble backwards. I feel his arm snake around my waist as he pulls me into the shower with him, his tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for permission which I grant him at an embarrassingly fast speed.
My hands find his hair as his roam my body, our lips never leaving each others. One of my hands travel south and feels up his hard on, wrapping my hand around his shaft, slowly pumping it while sucking on his tongue. My hand jerks him off faster before I get the sudden urge to wrap my lips around his beautifully long and girth cock.
The urge becoming too strong that I drop to my knees, the water hitting my face as I looked up at him, silently asking for permission as I lick my lips and continue jerking him off, Sergei give a slight nod which was enough of confirmation for me to wrap my lips around his cock, so needy that I forced all 9 hard inches of him down my throat, my one hand kneading his balls while my other hand travels down to my aching clit, rubbing hard circles around the sensitive bud before feeling a hand grip my hair and yank me off his cock. A groan of disappointment leaves my throat as I look up at Sergei, "Don't rush it baby, take your time." he says, leaning down a little to place a quick peck on my lips.
"I want it rough, I need you to ruin me Sergei. I need it, badly." my voice sound pathetic but I'm too horny to actually care. I didn't have to say much because the second those words left my mouth, the hand that Sergei has wrapped in my hair quickly guides my mouth back to his cock before shoving it down my throat, Sergei's other hand coming to the back of my head forcing his cock further down my throat even though my nose is flush against his pubes. I flatten my tongue as a way to let him impossibly further down my throat, my eyes watering and lungs burning as I am unable to breathe. I tap on his upper thigh to signal to Sergei that I need air which he was happily able to oblige to.
A few gasps of air and a wipe away of my saliva later, he's shoving my mouth back on his cock only for him to keep my head stationary and he thrusts his cock in and out of my throat, furthering himself down my throat with each thrust. I feel his cock twitch in my throat signaling that he's about to cum which prompts Sergei to pull my mouth off his cock before yanking my body up and into his arms as he pushes me against the shower wall before reaching between us and grabbing his cock before mercilessly shoving it into my dripping wet and aching core.
Sergei's thrusts are hard, rough and full of need. He's determined to fuck every drop of his cum so deep in me that it would have a 95% chance of fertility, not that it's what he's going for but he doesn't want any drop of his liquid gold to go unused.
Not that I let any drop of his cum go to waste on the regular anyway, whether he cums in my tight pussy or he cums down my warm throat it always stays in me. Who knows maybe if Sergei deserves it, I might let him use my other whole. Only three times in the year and a half that we've been together have I let Sergei fuck my ass and boy does it make him go feral each and every time.
I feel his hips shudder which means that he's close again, I've thought about it for a minute now and I think I'm just gonna do it, "Baby, fuck- you feel so good. I need to cum, are you close too." I whimper through my moans
"Fuck yes, I'm going to cum" Sergei says as he captures my lips in a searing kiss. "Hmm, cum in my ass" I said as I rest my forehead against his. Looking at him, I see his eyes shoot open, his eyes raking my face as if he's trying to find a hint of a joke in my expression, once he finds none he quickly yanks his cock out of my pussy before slowly pushing it into my asshole.
The stinging pain was enough for me to want to tell him that I regretted saying that he could cum in my ass but the pain went away as fast as it came after only a few thrusts. It wasn't long before the pleasure became too much for me and I came undone, my lips attaching to his neck, sucking on the skin, sure to leave some bruising later. About 10 thrusts later does Sergei's hips come to a halt and I feel him shoot long and warm ropes of cum in my ass. I hear a string a nothings coming from Sergei's mouth, the water still hitting us.
After a minute of silence and slight overstimulation, does Sergei pull out and set me down before cupping my face a placing a long and loving kiss to my lips.
Hi can you please do Sergei x female wife reader. Wife just had their twin babies & is very self conscious about her post partum body (overthinks, trying hard to lose weight, and fears the worst). She tries to hide her body in Sergei’s tshirts during sex and bed. Sergei realizes and is so loving towards her. He’s even more horny for her. They start off gently but end up having sweaty, hot, fun, erotic sex.
I absolutely loved writing this and I think Sergei would be so so loving with his wife, especially if he detected any form of insecurity tbh. Hope you like it x
Birth Changes Everything
Sergei Kravinoff x wife!reader
Theme: comfort, explicit lovemaking
Warnings: insecurities, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, pulling out, praise.
Word count: ~1K
His large, calloused hands feel warm against the soft skin of your thighs. His lips pepper kisses along your jaw, down to the side of your throat. A soft grunt escapes his lips as he deliberately presses his hips down onto yours. You let out a soft breath, your eyes fluttering open and closed as you try to focus on the sensations he's giving you. It hasn't been two months yet since you gave birth to your twin babies. Sergei adores them. He hasn't been able to stop talking to them, watching over them at night. Right now though, his attention is fully on you; trying to make you feel good again for the first time since.
It's different, though. Your mind isn't in it the way it was before. Your body is different. Post-partum made you feel self conscious in a way you didn't expect. It's the entire reason you didn't take off your shirt now with Sergei on top of you. He feels the change in you the moment he slides his hand under your - or rather his - large shirt. You twitch in an unnatural way, Sergei's senses sharpen immediately. He lifts his head from your neck and watches your reaction like you've been caught. "You alright?" he murmurs hoarsely. You nod, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling of insecurity about letting Sergei see you fully again. He stares at you a moment longer before he shifts, letting out a rough breath through his nose as he leans on his forearms to take more of his weight off you.
"Dorogaya (sweetheart)," he starts. "Are you not ready? We can stop if you want. I don't want to hurt you." His gaze is intense, but you can see the genuine concern behind his eyes. You tug the hem of his shirt down your thighs a bit more, subconsciously hiding more of yourself when your behaviour finally clicks in Sergei's mind. You're momentarily snapped out of your racing thoughts as he gently cups your jaw, his thumb stroking over your cheek. "You have no idea how bad I've been craving you," he almost growls. "You're gorgeous." His hand slides slowly under your shirt again, gently, his palm resting against some excess skin on your tummy. "If this is what you're worried about… I'm going to remind you that you don't need to change the way you look. I still want to devour every single inch of you, especially when you look like this." His eyes are locked onto yours as he speaks, meaning every single word. "Like what?" you breathe, almost nervous for his answer. "Like you just carried and birthed my babies. Like the mother of my children," he speaks low as his palm rubs over your stomach, emphasizing what he means. "Birth changes everything," you softly protest. "Birth changes nothing," he states firmly, the words slowly but surely cutting through the self conscious thoughts that haunt your mind right now. "If anything, it made me want you more."
A sharp breath escapes you as he tugs your shirt up higher, exposing your stomach and bare breasts. He's quick to dispurse open mouthed kisses to the valley of your breasts, his eyes flicking up to watch your reaction when he lowers more, gently kissing your stomach. A wave of relief washes over you, watching him get so incredibly turned on from you - no matter what you look like. Your body gives in the moment you feel his tongue drag over that spot where your thigh meets your abdomen, sucking a firm bruise to prove his need to claim you all over again. "Let me show you how much I love you, lyubimaya (my love)." Your eyes meet his, his lips parted just above where you need him most "Can I?" he murmurs, waiting for your permission. "Yes," you breathe out "God, yes. Please." He doesn't wait a second longer, his mouth closing around your core, dragging his tongue through your folds in one languid motion. He's still watching you carefully though his lashes, making sure there's no signs of discomfort. He laps at you, his tongue circling that little bud with both eagerness and delicacy. His one hand massages the soft skin of your thigh while the other slowly creeps up to rest on your stomach, showing you there is absolutely nothing to feel insecure about. The vibration of his groans against your core forces out a loud moan from deep down. Your hands find a place in his hair, anchoring yourself to your husband, who is happily devouring you.
He presses a final kiss to your inner thigh before he sits up and wraps his arms around your thighs, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. He lets out a soft grunt as he positions himself at your entrance, his eyes flicking up to yours to check on you. When you give him a small nod, he gently pushes inside. The room fills with the sound of your mixed moans. His hips quickly find a steady rhythm, rocking your body back and forth on the mattress with each sharp thrust. Sergei grits some Russian words you're unfamiliar with, his eyes boring into yours as he wraps a large hand around your neck. He leans in until his lips are inches away from yours. "You're perfect, detka (babe)," he breathes against your lips before he captures them in a demanding kiss. You whimper into his mouth, your body squeezing him tighter as if it never wants him to stop making you feel this kind of pleasure. His thumb works you simultaneously with his hips, pushing you closer and closer. Your nails dig into his broad shoulders, your head tipping back before he lets you tip over the edge around him. He abruptly pulls out when the aftershocks ripple through you. Your eyes flutter open as you feel the warm, white liquid coat your stomach and chest. Sergei groans roughly, his hips jerking into the tight grip of his palm as the last of him paints your stomach. Instinctively, you reach for him, to which he responds immediately. He lowers himself back on top of you, cradling your head. "Let me get you cleaned up, darling. I've got more ways than one of showing you how much I love every single bit of you."
summary: When you take a shower after a tiring day, Sergei comes back home to surprise you.
(1634 Word)
At Nova's (@novaawayne) request, I hope you like it, sweetie.
I’m quite shy about making requests, and I feel pretty rusty doing it myself, but hear me out...
The scene where Dmitri comes out of the ba
Sergei had been away for a long time. He had business as usual. You never questioned much. Somewhere you knew the answers, but you also knew it was better not to ask. You thought a hot shower would loosen you up and help you fall asleep faster as the longing seeped into every fiber of your being.
You turned off the lights in your penthouse apartment, small but with enough space for you. You light one or two candles to create a calmer atmosphere and escape the tiredness of the day. The smell of the candles instantly permeated the small apartment and the dim light lulled you into a little bit of a stupor.
You get rid of your clothes and turn the water to the ideal temperature. Finally, before entering the shower, you found one of your favorite playlists on your phone and turned it on. You let the sound of the music diffuse into the environment just like the scent of the candles. When the water was warm enough, you got in and let the tiredness of the day wash away. Once you were satisfied that you were sufficiently soaked, you lathered yourself up. You let the vanilla and cinnamon flavored shower gel envelop your entire body. You tried to console yourself with the thought that Sergei had touched you wherever the lather reached.
You continued to cover yourself in bubbles until the thoughts became more and more desperate, until the longing filled your whole soul and reached your core. Desperate, you slid your hand down your body and began to rub yourself with your fingers. You accelerated your movements as the pressure became insufficient. Finally you gave up when a moan of frustration escaped your lips. You used to be able to satisfy yourself. Then you met him and all the things he could do to your body. After Sergei, nothing could ever replace him.
You took a deep breath and decided to sleep tonight in disappointment. You rinsed your whole body one last time with warm water and turned off the water. You decided that the best thing to do was to wrap yourself in a bathrobe and spend a girly girl night in bed watching 'Sex and the City'
As soon as you opened the shower door and stepped out, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. As your scream escaped your lips at the powerful sensation, your body betrayed you by the familiar warmth and instantly began to relax. You stopped screaming at the sound of laughter behind you and the warmth of breath on the back of your neck. A pair of full lips pressed a faint kiss to his neck.
“I'm sorry to scare you, my love, but I miss you so much.”
As soon as you heard Sergei's voice, you left his arms and immediately turned around to meet his eyes. Your breathing became ragged as you felt his blue eyes on you again. Your eyes welled up and you didn't want him to see you like this, so you wrapped your hands around his neck and buried your face in his strong body.
"Hey севгилим, won't you let me see your beautiful eyes?”
You let out a deep sigh, still holding on to Sergei's strong grip. You buried your face in his chest, feeling it rise and fall with each breath. The rhythmic sound of his heartbeat brought you back to peace. “Cевгилим, I heard the moans coming out of your beautiful little mouth.” She sighed with disappointment. “Were you touching yourself while I was gone…” Shaking her head no, you pulled back to meet your eyes.
“Sergei…”, your heart, filled with longing and need, couldn't form a coherent sentence. More like a whimper escaped your lips. “Y/N, севгилим,” he took a deep breath and re-established eye contact. “We talked about this.” He moistened his lips with his tongue, as if he couldn't decide exactly what to say or do. “We agreed that you would wait for me, didn't we?” His voice was not angry or resentful. Every word came out of his lips with great care. You nodded quickly in agreement. “I miss you, I know…” he interrupted with urgency. You were in no position to continue explaining yourself when his tongue slid into your mouth.
Finally he pulled back to let you breathe. After his eyes lingered on your lips for a while longer, he made eye contact again. “I know, I know, my dear.” He leaned in again for a small kiss. Then he continued. “But I thought we agreed on this, no self-pleasuring without me.” He waited a moment to make sure you could understand his words. “And there must be some punishment for breaking the forbidden, right?”
You gasped with excitement and anticipation. Your heartbeat quickened. “Anyway, I couldn't do it without you, these,” waving his fingers in the air, ”were a disappointment.” He couldn't hold back his laughter at your words. “I missed you, Sergei,” you said, leaning in closer after accompanying his laughter.
He knew it, but your confession reawakened more primal feelings in him. His breathing changed for an instant. You could feel the intensity in their flow towards you, as evidenced by the amber color of their eyes. You could bring out the animal in Sergei. And you were always proud of it. The so-called “hunter” turned into a lion when he was with you. Your lion.
"Y/N" Sergei made a sound mixed with a growl. He could feel his hands trembling. He could feel the tiny ants moving in his stomach.
Finally, he took a few steps back and leaned himself against the sink. With his hand he pulled you towards him. Step by step you let the towel you were wrapped in slip from your body as you approached him.
Sergei held his breath, watching your skin being exposed second by second. He was mesmerized by your perky breasts, which were not too small.
A mischievous smile appeared on your face as your towel fell completely to the floor. “Should I be afraid, Mr. Kravinoff?” you asked coyly when Sergei gave a grunt mixed with a growl.
Sergei leaned down and kissed your lips. “Maybe you should be a little scared.”
When Sergei was about to pull back, you put your arms around his neck and pulled him back to you. Both of you were making unexpected moves at an unexpected moment.
Your hands ran through your lover's hair while one of his hands had already found his chest.
Sergei pulled back and this time began to run his lips over the fully exposed breasts. At first he ran his lips over the beginning of the breasts, where they began to rise slightly. Then, when this was too little, he supported your breasts from below with his hands and raised the tips higher.
He wasted no time in cupping the tips of her breasts with his lips as his eyes glowed with the pink he saw on your nipples.
His eyes glowed with the pinkness he saw at the tips of her breasts and he wasted no time in grasping the nipples with his lips.
You were trying to stop your moans with Sergei's every movement.
Your biggest moan came when Sergei crushed your nipples with his teeth. “Shh, beautiful, you have to be quiet, we don't want to wake the neighbors.” You had no idea how to be calm and quiet. Sergei was all over you.
Sergei's fingers moved to your waist. His lips trailed warm kisses down to your crotch.
He stepped back for a few seconds as if he wanted to memorize every detail of her body. And he studied every inch of her eyes. It wasn't the first time you were naked in front of him. But you blushed every time he looked at you like that. Finally, he decided that he had examined you enough and said “okay, it's time for us to be equal” and took off first his t-shirt and then his boxers and pants.
When he leaned in to kiss you, you pulled back. When he looked at you confused, you bent down. As he looked at you with disbelieving eyes, you moistened your lips with your tongue and reached for your favorite dessert. Sergi's eyes had both pride and disbelief in them, but it didn't last a minute. He was already saying something incoherent as you started to lick your man.
"Oh, there's a good fuckin' girl," he groaned, collecting whatever hair he could in a makeshift ponytail; looking down his nose to watch you. His cock was overwhelming, but you were determined to earn the pleasure he would surely bring; mouthing around his cockhead, using one hand to pump what didn't fit, the other alternating between holding his hairy thigh for balance and cradling his balls.
A few times, you held his eyes with yours as you removed his cock with a pop; licking his shaft up and down like it was a popsicle on the Fourth of July. His jaw would clench each time, sputtering his breath. His veins were pulsing, prominent under the skin; making your cunt contract as his throat bobbed as he swallowed harshly, groaning.
“Come here before I lose my mind,” he said, pulling you to your feet.
He chuckled and reached down to help you up, instantly searing you in a wet, messy kiss as he backed you into the sink counter; tasting himself on your tongue. It was erotic, something you were vastly not used to - no man ever being okay with you kissing them after having their dicks in your mouth.
Except your wild lion.
And you knew that your lion was hungry and this was just a preparation for dinner.
Here it is, the smut story with Logan and Sergei. I hope you like it!
Tags: @hugjackman
You were trapped between them. Their heat enveloped you, suffocating you and making you lean towards them.
The problem was that you didn't know which one to lean towards. Sergei started leaving soft kisses on your neck, which turned into small bites.
You moaned and tilted your head to give him better access, you could feel his smile against the skin of your collarbone. On the other hand, Logan was quickly getting rid of your clothes.
They both needed to feel you, and make you theirs, and that was reflected in their actions.
A ragged sigh left your mouth when you noticed the cool air of the room against your skin. Finally Logan took off your panties, and separated himself to observe you closely. His green eyes roamed over your body with devotion, hunger reflected in them.
Sergei left your neck for a moment to focus on you, fixing his gaze on you as did Logan. Both of you exchanged a glance, before smiling.
-Look at her, kid –Logan whispered- so beautiful and so ready for us… -he murmured pointing at you with his head, before looking at Sergei- Do you smell it? –he asked, the hunter nodded-
-I do –he affirmed smiling at his friend, before focusing on you- you are so wet, dorogoy (darling) –he growled, his voice became hoarser when he spoke in his native language- so defenseless… -he stammered, his blue eyes observed you for a moment before approaching you, he lifted your head between his thumb and index finger- a defenseless doe against two predators like us… -he whispered tracing with his thumb the curve of your lower lip- we are not going to be nice, moya lyubov' (my love)
-He's right, princess –Logan said standing behind you, his hands resting on your hips. A smile appeared on his lips as he heard your heartbeat racing against your ribs. “We won’t be,” he whispered in your ear, “unless you want it.”
-“I don’t want it,” you replied, swallowing hard. “I need you both, please.”
-“You don’t need to beg, malen’kiy,” (little one) Sergei murmured, leaning closer to your mouth. “We’ll give you exactly what you need"
Logan added, kissing the curve of your shoulder. Sergei attacked your lips roughly, his tongue entering your mouth with intensity, making you gasp against his mouth. You felt like butter between his fingers, one that he could mold to his liking.
Logan’s gaze darkened as he watched Sergei brush his fingers across your chest. You sighed as you felt the coldness of his fingers against that area, goosebumps rising on your skin.
The hunter bent down to catch your nipple between his teeth. Logan did the same with his hand, sliding it under your arm, cupping your other breast between his thumb and forefinger. The attentions of both men had you throwing your head back, as several gasps and ragged sighs left your mouth.
You leaned against Logan’s shoulder, who had a perfect view of you from that angle, especially the spot between your legs.
You dug your nails into his arm as Sergei snaked his way down your body to rest his chin against your lower belly. Your head was still on Logan’s shoulder, who held you against him for a passionate kiss. He tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth, drawing a muffled gasp from you.
“Wow,” Sergei whispered, looking down at your center, before looking at Logan again, “All this for just the two of us?” –he smiled, staring at him- we're so lucky, rosomah- (Wolverine)
-I know, bub –Logan whispered- if you don't put your mouth on him, I will –he growled impatiently, getting closer to your ear- Do you see what you're doing to me, princess? –he pressed his hips against you, being able to feel the outline of his hard cock inside his underwear- your smell is driving me crazy –he clicked his tongue while shaking his head- I'm going to lose my fucking mind –he cursed, moving your hips forward, getting closer to Sergei's mouth-
-Please… -you gasped, feeling the hunter's breath on your most sensitive area, and Logan's long fingers on the skin of your hips-
-Please what, zadniy? (hind) –Sergei asked, tightening his grip on your inner thighs-
-Eat me –you said-
A blush built up on your cheeks, making both men smile, fascinated, watching how, despite the situation, your shy personality came out, which drove them completely crazy.
-Don't leave a piece of me, Sergei –you whispered-
-Tvoi pozhelaniya dlya menya prikaz –he replied with a smile- (your wish is my command)
Then he lowered his head. His tongue slipped between your folds with the experience of someone who had done that more than once.
A gasp came from between your lips when you felt him leave a kiss on your pelvic bone, before going back down to your center.
He pulled your clit between his teeth, causing a sigh/scream to come out of your mouth. You felt a familiar pressure in your lower belly, Logan followed the movements of Sergei's tongue with his hands, rocking your hips back and forth constantly.
The hunter knew you weren't going to hold out much longer and that, if you could talk, you would have told him.
One last lick of his tongue over your clit was enough to make you cum hard. He rose from between your legs, cleaning the remains of you with his tongue making you blush again. Your legs were shaking from the intensity of the orgasm.
Sergei couldn't take his eyes off you, all trembling, excited and soaked for them.
After you recovered, they both fucked you like you needed.
And just as they had told you, they weren't gentle.
Would it be possible for a Kraven x reader where she’s his mate and someone maybe an ally tries to make a move on her without knowing the relationship between Kraven and reader. Kraven becomes almost feral.
Thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!
You Belong To Me
Sergei Kravinoff x f!reader
Theme: dark romance
Warnings: none
Word count: 592
You hadn't planned on being alone with him; the ally Kraven had brought in to help trace a scent trail for his hunt. It was unusual for him to let others help him track a target. Kraven doesn’t trust many people, let alone allow someone to help him during something this important. But this particular scent was complicated. It was fading, too quick. Whoever he was hunting definitely learned to cover up their tracks by masking it with other scents. It made the path almost impossible to follow. Even Kraven had to admit a second nose might help this time around.
He is already ahead, scouting through the forest. He sent you out to the outpost where the tracker waited. Kraven had given you some supplies to bring the tracker - a few of his notes and some scent samples. You arrive just before dusk, spotting the man sitting by a small fire pit. He looks up, his expression shifting into something curious when he sees you. "You're Kravens contact?" You nod, handing him the small bag Kraven gave you. "He told me to bring you this," you say, giving him a polite smile. The man takes the bag from you and gestures for you to sit. “I thought Kraven preferred to handle things himself.” "He does," you say, settling on a log near the fire. "He's scouting ahead. He'll meet us once he circles back." The man studies you a bit more openly now, eyes lingering on your form. "I didn’t expect his contact to be this... easy on the eyes," his lips tug up into a small smirk, the fire cracking softly between you. You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. "I'm not sure what you expected." He shrugs one shoulder, still smiling. "A runner... some messenger. Someone less interesting than who's sitting in front of me now." You sigh through your nose. "Flattering. But I’m not here to flirt." He raises a challenging eyebrow at that. "Doesn't mean I won't try. I mean, you and I. We could…" A sudden snap of a branch behind him cuts the words off, he freezes. Before he can react, a shadow bursts from the treeline. Kraven moves with inhuman speed, slamming the tracker against a tree with effortless force. His eyes gold and glowing with a predatory glint as he snarls at the man. "Go ahead. Finish that sentence." The mans eyes widen, panic setting in. "Kraven? I- I don't understand-" he stammers. "That she's my mate?" The hunters voice drops low and lethal. You can practically see the man puzzling the pieces together, his eyes darting from Kraven to you and back to Kraven. "I won't warn you twice," Kraven growls, every muscle in his body coiled, trying to keep himself from doing something much worse. "Don't touch what's mine." With a final shove, he drops the man back to his feet, leaving him trembling beside the firepit.
"Sergei," you breathe, heart hammering in your chest as he walks toward you. "You," he rasps, closing the distance. "You belong to me." He cups your jaw with one hand, pulling you into him until your chest presses against his. A low, feral growl vibrates through his chest as he leans closer, his nose almost brushing your temple. “The second anyone tries to touch you…" his voice drops to a gravelly threat, "They’ll regret it. I’ll make sure of it.” Then he presses a rough kiss to your temple, sealing the promise you made to him a long time ago: you're his, and his alone.
For the ATJ future series I think it would be a good idea if the younger actress isnt even that young (like not 18-22) but if she was like 23-29. it would also be cool if she was in a relationship w/ an okder guy/girl like hozier or Hayley Kiyoko (anybody really thats older or like in their 30s).
Aaron Taylor-Johnson x Actress Fem!Reader
( Actress Female Reader - Request)
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This is an original story and may not be copied or translated into another language without permission!
summary: Y/N feels trapped between career pressure and their controlling partner. With ATJ support, they face the truth of their unhappiness and decide to break free from the toxic relationship. In the end, they reclaim their freedom and make a fresh start.
Author note: I didn't give a specific name for the character's boyfriend, think of whoever you want to imagine when you're reading, and I'm sure the person you think of is a good person, but at some point I have to make peace between the reader and Aaron, so :)
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Hope you like it @shiningdyingmoon :)
When the camera lights went off, Y/N took a deep breath. Their breath trembled slightly, but they weren’t sure if it was from exhaustion or the storm raging inside their mind. Each day of filming was becoming harder. The pressure from the media, the weight of their relationship… Relationship. They turned the word over in their mind, but it no longer carried any warmth. Things hadn’t been going well for a while, and it wasn’t just them who noticed—it was the entire
Sitting in a quiet corner of the set with the script in hand, Y/N was startled by a familiar voice.
“Y/N.”
It wasn’t loud. The voice was soft yet strong, so familiar that their heart seemed to stop for a second. Looking up, they saw Aaron Taylor-Johnson standing there.
“Aaron?” Their eyes focused on him, unable to hide the surprise in their voice. “You… What are you doing here?”
Aaron offered a slight smile, but it lacked the usual ease they were used to. Instead, there was a certain seriousness in his expression.
“I heard about your new project. I knew this was a big step for you, so I wanted to come and see how you were doing.”
That wasn’t entirely true. Aaron hadn’t come just to ask how they were. Over the past few weeks, he had seen the headlines, read the social media posts, heard the whispers about Y/N’s relationship. He had seen how their partner was suffocating them, treating them like a trophy rather than a person. And he had noticed the light in Y/N’s eyes slowly fading.
It had been painful to watch.
Y/N averted their gaze. “I… I’m fine. Really.”
Aaron tilted his head slightly. “You’re fine, huh?” There was a hint of amusement in his tone, but it wasn’t mocking. It was the kind of tone someone used when they could see right through a lie.
Y/N sighed. “Did you come here just to judge me?”
Aaron shook his head. “No. I just… I know you. And I know when you’re lying.”
For a moment, silence settled between them.
Then Aaron asked, “Does this relationship make you happy?”
Y/N parted their lips to answer, but the words got stuck in their throat. The fact that he had asked the question forced Y/N to confront something they had been avoiding.
Just then, a voice called out from the distance—her boyfriend’s voice. “Y/N! I’m waiting for you!”
Y/N closed their eyes, taking a deep breath. They felt the overwhelming urge to run. But Aaron’s gaze was fixed on them, as if silently urging them to tell the truth.
Finally, Y/N murmured, “I don’t know, Aaron.”
It wasn’t much of an answer.
But it was heavy enough to say everything.
That night, filming had wrapped. Y/N was heading to their dressing room in silence when they saw Aaron already there, waiting.
Y/N stopped in the doorway. “I need to go home.”
Aaron crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. “No. We need to talk.”
Y/N sighed. “Aaron, really—”
“Are you truly happy?” he asked, his voice firmer this time. “You can’t even ask yourself that, can you? Because you already know the answer, and you’re afraid to hear it.”
This time, Y/N said nothing.
Because Aaron was right.
Aaron sat on the edge of a table. “When I first met you, you lit up every room you walked into. Now, you’re just… a shadow of yourself.”
Y/N closed their eyes. Was it really that obvious?
Aaron continued, “If you’re happy, if this relationship is really good for you, I won’t say another word. But if you’re not…” He stepped closer, his face mere inches away. “Then stop trapping yourself. Because you are so much more than someone’s accessory, Y/N.”
Y/N had never heard it put that way before. And something inside them started to crack.
That night, for the first time, Y/N really thought about it.
Aaron’s words echoed in their mind:
“You are so much more than someone’s accessory.”
They had never seen anything wrong with fighting to keep a relationship alive. But when had that fight become this exhausting? When had they become too scared to even ask themselves if they were happy?
They couldn’t sleep all night. Their memories with their boyfriend replayed—both the good and the bad. And they realized something.
The good moments were far fewer than they had thought.
And even those moments had always come with conditions.
As the morning light seeped through the curtains, Y/N had made their decision.
This had to end.
Sitting in the makeup chair for the morning shoot, Y/N’s phone buzzed.
Their boyfriend was on his way to pick them up.
They clenched their coffee cup, their heart pounding in the quiet morning. But something inside them had shifted.
They were ready.
Stepping outside the set, they spotted his car waiting. Behind the tinted windows, they could practically feel his impatient glare. With quick steps, they approached, opened the door, and got in.
“You’re late,” he said, his tone already laced with irritation.
“I had filming.” Y/N’s voice was calm but tense, hands clasped in their lap.
“And not texting me last night—was that because of filming too?” His voice was cold, sharp, carrying that same need for control that had become too familiar.
Y/N turned their head, studying his face—the same expression they had seen so many times before, the one they had always silently accepted.
But today, it would be the last time.
“This isn’t working.”
His eyes narrowed. “What?”
For a moment, Y/N thought they might lose their nerve. But then, Aaron’s words resurfaced in their mind:
“If you’re happy, if this relationship is really good for you, I won’t say another word. But if you’re not… stop trapping yourself.”
“We’re done,” Y/N said, their voice clearer, stronger. “I can’t do this anymore. I’m not happy.”
For a moment, his face was blank, as if hearing something he never expected. Then, his lips curled into a bitter smile, followed by a dry, mocking laugh.
“Y/N, don’t be ridiculous. This is just stress. You’re overworked, the media is pressuring us. But you—”
“No.” Y/N cut him off, their voice steady. “This isn’t about stress. You’ve been controlling me. You always have. And I let myself believe it was okay. But I’m done.”
His smile vanished instantly, his expression hardening.
“So, just like that?” he said coldly. “After everything we’ve been through, you’re just walking away? Why? Huh?” His voice dropped, laced with ice. “Is this because of Aaron Taylor-Johnson?”
Y/N blinked, momentarily caught off guard.
He let out a bitter laugh. “Of course. Do you think I’m an idiot? He shows up on set, spends the whole day with you, and suddenly you want to break up? Y/N, you’re telling me a cliché love story.”
Anger simmered inside Y/N. Their hands balled into fists, but they forced themselves to stay calm.
“This has nothing to do with Aaron,” they said through gritted teeth. “This is about me. And you. And the fact that I don’t want to lose myself anymore.”
His gaze didn’t waver. “If you say it’s over, then it’s really over, Y/N.” His voice carried a quiet threat. “But I can’t wait to see how you handle this decision.”
With one last look, he shook his head and started the car.
“I hope you regret it.”
As the engine roared to life, Y/N closed their eyes. Would they regret it?
They already knew the answer.
No.
Because for the first time, they could finally breathe.
When Y/N returned to their dressing room, Aaron was waiting by the door.
Seeing him there, waiting, sent a warmth through their tired heart.
Aaron studied them for a moment, then raised an eyebrow.
“So? Is it over?”
Y/N took a deep breath. The weight was gone.
And they smiled.
“Yes. It’s over.”
Aaron’s lips curled into a soft but knowing smile. “Then, we’re going for breakfast.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Aaron shrugged. “You need to celebrate. And breakfast is the best way to do that.”
Y/N sighed but couldn’t hide their smile.
For the first time, they felt free.
Aaron and Y/N decide to wander around the city after leaving the set. Since it’s still early in the morning, the streets aren’t too crowded yet. Aaron takes Y/N to a small café he likes. As they sip their coffee, they chat, and Y/N feels at ease with Aaron’s relaxed demeanor. However, she can’t shake the feeling that something has changed. There’s an unnamed sensation fluttering inside her, like butterflies in her stomach.
After breakfast, they spontaneously decide to go to the beach. As they walk along the shore, Aaron takes Y/N’s hand out of her pocket and holds it. Y/N is surprised at first but doesn’t pull away. Even the silence between them now carries meaning. They laugh and have fun throughout the day; at one point, Aaron even lifts Y/N onto his back and runs around, creating a playful yet sweet memory.
Later in the evening, they return to Y/N’s place. But since neither of them wants to part, Aaron offers to cook dinner for her. They head to the kitchen together, playfully teasing each other while preparing the meal. Y/N laughs at the way Aaron holds the knife incorrectly, and in response, Aaron playfully fires back, leading to a mini flour fight.
However, as they sit down for dinner, the atmosphere subtly shifts. When their eyes meet, they realize something much deeper has been building beneath all the playful moments. For the first time, Y/N allows herself to truly look at Aaron—to take in every detail of his face, the warmth in his eyes. When Aaron reaches out to wipe a bit of flour off her cheek, his touch sends a spark through her.
After dinner, Y/N feels something stir inside her. Her heartbeat quickens. Aaron’s presence, the magnetic pull he has around him… She knows they are heading toward something inevitable.
As they clean up the kitchen, the energy between them shifts even more. The laughter from before fades into lingering glances. Y/N places the plates in the sink, only to feel Aaron’s gaze on her. When she turns, she meets his intense, unreadable expression.
“What is it?” Y/N whispers.
Aaron takes a few steps closer and hesitates for a moment. The hesitation reflects the weight of words he wants to say but can’t. Finally, in a low voice, he asks:
“Would it be a problem… if I stayed here tonight?”
They both know exactly what the question means. Y/N’s heart races. Under normal circumstances, she might have agreed without a second thought. But now, it feels different. This isn’t just about sharing a night; it’s about crossing a boundary she has silently recognized yet feared to admit.
But in Aaron’s eyes, she sees nothing but sincerity and certainty. Despite the storm of thoughts in her mind, she slowly nods.
As Y/N leads Aaron to her room, her nerves tingle with anticipation. Each step heightens the fluttering sensation inside her. The moment the door closes, the space between them disappears. When Aaron’s hand settles on her waist, the warmth of his touch sends a shiver through her.
The first kiss is hesitant. They both know they are stepping into something they can’t take back. But as their touches deepen, every emotion they had buried surfaces. Y/N’s fingers tangle in Aaron’s hair, stealing her breath away.
Aaron moves slowly, his gaze locked on hers as if silently asking for permission. His carefulness erases any lingering doubts Y/N might have had. She pulls him closer, and suddenly, the connection between them shifts into something far more profound.
As their touches grow more fervent, they lose themselves in the night. Their whispered names, their intertwined hands—every moment strengthens the bond between them. When their movements transition from slow and tentative to something more urgent, Y/N rests her head on Aaron’s shoulder, realizing this isn’t just about physical closeness. This is the culmination of something that has been building for months.
Hours later, as Y/N lies in Aaron’s arms, trying to steady her breath, he gently runs his fingers along her back. The silence between them feels sacred, as if neither wants to disturb the moment.
Aaron buries his face in her hair, taking a deep breath before whispering with a soft smile:
“I don’t know why we didn’t do this sooner, but…” He pauses, then continues in an even softer tone, “I know we’re going to do this again.”
- Sergei was always the loveliest when it came to romantic ideas to come up with, but it was you of course that had to plan it out. You’d gotten the ingredients to make some Valentine’s cookies, and when Sergei saw you, he helped you with the bags of ingredients to carry them into the house.
- Sergei loved your rosy complexion, he touched your hand and gave you a cute little eskimo kiss, rubbing both your noses against each other. “My sweet one” he said to you. He was so infatuated with you, he loved every single one of your little perks.
- You both got on with baking, and Sergei had put on an old apron. You had one on too. In between rolling the dough and making shapes you gave each other little kisses. A heart shape, a kiss. A star shape, another kiss. The fuzziness of his moustache tickled your upper lip.
- Sergei looked adorable. He had gotten a bunch of flour on his camisole and on his face. He laughed and then caressed you gently on the cheeks.
- Oh Sergei, how perfect he was. This was the best Valentine’s Day you could have ever asked for.
- You then held each other on the couch for what felt like forever. Right until the alarm went off.
