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barbienese · 2 years

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please don’t go

fem!reader x eddie munson

reader is with eddie in the upside down, when things go south.

“i need you ed, please don’t go.”

warnings! major season 4 spoilers, death, angst, do not read if you wish to be spoiled. not proofread i was rushing like a mf

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You landed with a plop on the bed as you jump through the gate back into Hawkins. Dustin pulls you up, as you both patiently wait for your boyfriend to come through.

“Cmon Eddie! Hurry up!” You yelled.

The demobats were closing in. You could hear the screeching and the echoing thud as they pounded against the door.

He, however, had a different look in his eye. It was look of determination, or better yet, a look he made when he was gonna make a bad decision.

“Ed, what are you doing?” You asked desperately, wanting him to get through the gate.

Your eyes widened as he grabbed and cut the sheet that connected Hawkins to the UpsideDown.

You screamed, “Stop it! Eddie!”

Dustin had the same look of pure sadness in his eyes and Eddie moved the mattress away from the entrance, eliminating the chance for a soft landing later.

“Eddie what are you doing?” Dustin yelled.

Your boyfriend sighed, glancing at the soon to be busted door and then to you and Dustin. “I’m buying more time.”

“No! You don’t need to!.” You paused, looking around for a way to jump back through the gate. “Eddie please don’t - don’t do this!”

You and Dustin watched helplessly as Eddie grabbed his weapons before disappearing from view.

“F-fuck,” You mumbled, as the pair of you scrambled to catch up to Eddie, who’d long gone. “We gotta go!’

“Yeah no shit!”

The room had since been trashed, and there was nothing sturdy enough to get yourself through the gate back into the UpsideDown. Back to Eddie.

You couldn’t afford to lose him. He was the only thing you had going for you. Your parents were journalists, all caught up in the Hawkins supernatural shit. And outside of your immediate friend group? Nothing. You’d moved into Hawkins at the start of senior year and you and him had been inseparable since. He’d introduced you to the Hellfire Club, and through that, Mike, Dustin and Lucas. You’d gotten close with Dustin especially, the group sort of viewed you guys as the parents and Dustin as your son.

That’s why when all the news of him being a supposed “satanic cult leader” spread through Hawkins, all eyes fell to you as his “second in command”, because you happened to be his girlfriend. Your parents weren’t even supportive in the slightest, almost immediately ordering you to stay away from Eddie and cut off all contact with him. You didn’t listen though, and banded together with Dustin and the rest of the gang to locate your missing boyfriend.

“Y/N, you’re to break up with him. I’m not letting my daughter date a—“

“—I haven’t seen him, he’s been missing ever since this whole thing started.”

“Have you seen the news? They’re saying he killed those kids.”

“Are you serious?” Your parents were dumbfounded. “He’s not a cult leader Mom. We play dungeons and dragons. How do you believe the nutjobs at the news station over your own daughter?”

“Honey, listen—”

“—No! You fucking listen to me!” You yelled. “Eddie Muson, my boyfriend, is missing right now. Okay? Your future son in law, is missing! And I’m not gonna stay away knowing he’s probably fearing for his fucking life right now. So you, and Jason, this entire town, and whoever you’re talking to right now to get your next ‘big story’ can go shove it. He’s not a satanist Mom, wake the fuck up.”

You’d paused while looking absent-mindlessly into the gate. You suddenly backed up, before running and leaping into the gate. You were about to fall when you grabbed the vines that covered the gate.

“I’m coming Ed!” You yelled as you pulled yourself through, landing rather harshly on your back, winding you. Normally, you would’ve laid there, but there was no time to waste. Eddie needed you. And you needed him.

You can’t remember the last time you’d ran as hard as you did. You didn’t even know you could run that like that. You didn’t stop either, running directly towards the horde of bats circling in the distance.

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Something happened which caused all the bats to plummet to the ground, and you breathed a sigh of relief realizing you wouldn’t have to fight off any more.

Your feeling of relief very quickly disappeared when your eyes fell on the familiar body laying in the clearing.

“Eddie!” You yelled as you hobbled over to his body. His hair was stuck to his head, and his body was littered with bite marks left by the demobats. Your boyfriend was bleeding out, and it didn’t look good.

You pulled him into your lap. “Eddie.. I told you not to—”

“— It’s bad right?”

Your eyes filled with tears, “No Ed, it’s fine. W-we just need to get you to the hospital. We helped Steve, and w-we’re gonna help you okay?”

“Okay.” Eddie was choking on his own blood, as it continued to flow from his mouth.

You looked around for Dustin, hoping he’d called somebody. “Dustin! Anybody! Help us please!” Your screams echoed.

Desperation continued to grow as you tried to lift your boyfriends body up. However, you couldn’t, your back was on fire.

“Y/N, just give me a second.” You ignored him, hissing as pain shot up your back. “Y/N! Please.”

Your hands softly caressed his face, which had formed into a weak smile.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?”

You softly sighed, “N-no you didn’t Ed. I’m so proud of you.”

Fear and running away had always been something that affected your relationship with Eddie. Whenever things got tough or scary, Eddie would shut down and take off. That was his way of protecting himself. His reasoning was always “I didn’t know what to do, so I did what I do best. I ran away.”. However, after the first few times it happened, the two of you manage to come up with way to stop him from shutting down.

That’s how he fell in love with you.

You weren’t like his last relationships, where they saw him as a sex object. You made him comfortable enough to be open and vulnerable, even allowing himself to break down in front you. There were times where he would show up at your front door, and the broken look on his face told you everything. From there, he would lay on your chest, crying you ran your hands through his hair, reassuring him that he was safe. He loved that you understood why he felt the need to run away, and were willing to work with him to stop him from doing it. From then on, you two were soulmates. You’d never felt more comfortable with a person before him.

The sounds of him choking on his blood had gotten slower, and that beautiful smile of his had since faded.

“Look after Dustin for me?”

“N-No Ed, you’re gonna do that yourself after we get you to the hospital.” You turned to look in the direction you came from, “Help! Somebody please help us!”

“Say you’re gonna do it, Y/N.”

“N—”

“—Say ‘I’m gonna look after Dustin’.” You were shaking your head. “Say it.”

You were sobbing at this point, “I’m gonna look after Dustin.”

“That’s my girl.” He smiled weakly.

“Don’t go,” You begged, lightly shaking his head. “I need you Ed, please don’t go.”

“I think it’s my year Y/N.” He weakly exclaimed, “It’s finally my year.”

That’s the promise you guys made at the start of the year when he told you about him getting kept back, that it was finally gonna be his year.

“Eddie Munson! Class of ‘86! Woohoo!” He would excitedly exclaim as the two of you would dance around his trailer, practicing for the real day. “I’m gonna take that diploma and I’m gonna run like hell outta there. Then we’re gonna leave Hawkins, together.”

You giggled, “Really?”

“Fuck yeah.” He exclaimed, pulling you into a kiss.

“I love you Eddie.”

“I love you too.”

With that, the light from his eyes drained. He was no longer there.

Eddie Munson, the love of your life, was gone.

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barbienese · 2 years

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Smut Prompts

Send me the numbers as a request <3

“Bend over, I’m not kidding.”

“Look at me. Now.”

“You know I hate it when you do that, right? Keep doing it.”

“How did my clothes end up way over there?”

“You know how to make me cum, so do it already.

“Slap my ass again and I’ll make you fuck me in that closet.”

“I like it when you call me a drunk whore.”

“You’re wet? I won’t believe it til I see it.”

“That’s what I am, right? Your cock slut?”

“I’m really hard/wet and I’m gonna die if you don’t do something about it ASAP.”

“Don’t hold back, baby.”

“I can make you cum harder than that.” “Try me.”

“Your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more disappointed at what I’m thinking about doing to you.”

“Oh, the things I’d do to that pretty mouth.”

“Make it hurt, baby.”

“I’m going to die if you don’t let me cum.”

“Wow, you take cock like it’s your day job.”

“I’ve never cried during sex before, but I guess there’s a first for everything.”

“How about we do something different tonight?”

“You’re so fucking sexy when you do that.”

“You’re a bad girl/boy but I love you so I’ll let you get away with it.”

“Oh. Keep doing that.”

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“Don’t start what you can’t finish.”

“How many rounds was that? Four? God, we’re about to break our own record.”

“Just for that, I’m gonna suck your clit ‘til you go blind.”

“I’m too busy.” “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

“You’re going to get us arrested.” “Oh, I’ve always liked the idea of you in handcuffs.”

“Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.”

“There’s not enough makeup in the world to cover up this hickey, what did you do to me?”

“You’re really bad at hiding how turned on you are.”

“You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because I’m not stopping.”

“Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

“Spread your legs. I want to feel how turned on I made you.”

“I want to watch you take off your clothes.”

“You’re so turned on already? That was fast,”

“Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.”

“You look so beautiful tied up to my bed,”

“I want you to be rough with me, please leave marks on my skin,”

“Say my name,” “Louder,”

“Call me ‘Sir’ when we’re alone like this,”

“No, I’m the one that’s supposed to be making you feel good,”

“I love hearing you moan,”

“Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”

“I want to hear you beg for it.”

“I’m not wearing any panties,”

“I want to kiss every inch of your body before I fuck you,”

“I don’t have the patience to remove your clothes right now,”

“I can’t wait until we’re alone. There are so many things I want to do to you right now.”

“Were you just touching yourself?”

“I love how your body loses control when you cum.”

“Spank me,”

“I want to fulfill that fantasy you’ve always wanted”

“Can you help me with this zipper?”

“Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”

“I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

“It seems you forgot to wear any underwear tonight.”

“Wanna taste?”

“You’re really going to make me beg for it?”

“Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

“You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.”

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”

“Please… Don’t stop.”

“Please. I need you. Now.”

“Get on your knees.”

“This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

“Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue?”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”

“Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

“I know all of your weaknesses.”

“Hm, no panties?”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?”

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.“

“You make a sound and it’s game over baby.”

“If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

“Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling.”

“The things that I want to do to you, baby.”

“Dammit, we made a mess.”

“You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”

“I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.”

“I may or may not have left some….marks.”

“I think we were a little too loud last night.”

“Really? You wanna have sex….here? Now?”

“do you like that? like being in control?”

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

“You’re more than just a one night stand.”

“You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.”

“Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

“You’re in trouble now.”

“I’m waiting”

“What did you just say?”

“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

“I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Bite me.”

“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

“You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

“If i have to stop what i’m doing, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, i was just..” “Want some help?”

“I’m not jealous! it’s just…you’re mine!”

“If we get caught i’m blaming you.”

“We have to be quiet.”

“Tell me again.”

“You have no idea how much i want you.”

“Say it.”

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before i put it to work, love.”

“How quickly can you cum?”

“Don’t ruin the sofa.” “Ill just have to cum inside you then.”

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”

“You cant tease me like that and expect not to be punished.”

“You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?”

“It was so worth the injury though!”

“Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

“You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

“I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

“Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”

“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

“Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!”

“I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.”

“Maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time.”

“Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?”

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

“You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

“When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

“You look so good on your knees like that.”

“Are you going to be good from now on?”

“I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”

“I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”

“Open your mouth.”

“If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.”

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?”

“Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

“What’s wrong? I thought you liked teasing.”

“Aww, is my little princess getting shy?”

“It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”

“I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

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barbienese · 2 years

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always and forever

fem!reader x dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov

reader is about to go on a mission she knows she won’t come back from. she knows tonight with her husband and son is her last.

“… he knew that he had a piece of her with him, always and forever.”

warnings! 18+ minors dni, smut, overstimulation, unprotected sex, oral (m+f receiving), praise kink, fingering, squirting, angst & fluff.

request from @ewinofthelake !! i got a bit carried away but i hope you love it as much as i do!! <33

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“Mik,” You sighed, “You gotta go to sleep.”

It was late. You were sat on the edge of your sons bed, trying to get him to go to sleep.

“Mommy,” He frowned, “I don’t want to. I wanna stay up with you.”

You looked down at him. He was a splitting image of his father. Dark brown hair that glowed in the sun, and big bright blue eyes that lit up a room.

“I know, but you’ve got a big day tomorrow.” You cooed, going in to tuck him into bed.

A deep chuckle came from the doorway, and there stood the man himself.

Your beautiful husband, Dmitiri Antonov.

Mikhail excitedly jumped up, dashing towards Dmitri who scooped him up, wrapping him in a warm embrace.

“Mik, it’s time to go to sleep. Why aren’t you listening to Mommy?” Dmitri cooed, rubbing his hand on the little boy’s back.

Your son stayed silent, nestling himself into Dmitri’s neck.

“Go lay down with Mommy, Mikhail.” Dmitri cooed, walking over to put him to bed.

Dmitri softly kissed Mikhail’s head. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Mikhail sat up, eyes lit full of hope, “Can we go play out in the snow tomorrow? Please?”

“Yes we can,” Your husband smiled, “I gotta show you the new coat I got you from the store!”

Your curly haired boy giggled, “Goodnight daddy!”

“Goodnight buddy.”

You stared lovingly at the pair’s interaction, seeing the light in both boys’ eyes. From Mikhail’s soft giggles, to the wide grin on Dmitri’s face. It was heaven and hell. It was each of those things that you were going to miss dearly. It was stabbing you in the heart over and over.

You quickly wiped a tear that was falling down your cheek, as you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you locked eye contact with the beautiful eyes of your husband.

“I’ll be in the living room.” He smiled, kissing your head as he left the room.

You listened as the footsteps receded, before turning your attention back to your boy.

“Ready for a bedtime story?” He nodded excitedly as you pulled the blanket up to his neck, softly rubbing the top of his head as you began your story.

“Once upon a time, in a far away land, lived a little boy in a house on the lake. His name was Alexei, and he lived with his mommy and daddy.”

“Hey!” Mikhail giggled, “He’s like me!!”

You chuckled in response, “Now, Alexei’s mommy would often get very busy with work, and sometimes she would get so carried away that she wouldn’t come home for days. Sometimes, Alexei would be sad. But, Alexei knew that no matter what, his mommy loved him and would always be with him. In here.” You pointed to his chest. “Now, his mommy had a mission that was very dangerous. Alexei’s mommy knew that she wouldn’t be coming home, that she was gonna be away for longer than ever before.”

Mikhail frowned, grabbing your hand to fiddle with it. “For how long Mommy?”

“Forever.” You replied with a sad smile.

“I don’t think this is a good story Mommy.”

“Why not Mik?”

“You’re sad,” He reached his hand up, “See?” You flinched as his fingers made contact with your wet cheeks.

You gasped, realizing you’d been so caught up in telling the story, you didn’t notice you were crying.

“I’m not sad Mik,” You fake smiled, “It’s just allergies.”

He giggled again, “You’re so silly Mommy.”

You beamed, “Anyways, Alexei always wore a locket that was given to him by his Mommy. And in that locket, was a picture of them when Alexei was a little baby.”

You watched as his hands fiddled with the gold locket that sat comfortably on his neck. “So, whenever Alexei got sad and missed his Mommy, he knew that he had a piece of her with him. Always and forever.”

Mikhail yawned, before leaning up to kiss your cheek. “Goodnight Mommy, I love you.”

“Goodnight baby, I love you too.”

You smiled as you watched your hand disappear into his thick curls. And that sweet, beautiful face. His eyes had since fluttered shut, and you got a glimpse of his curly lashes. God, he was beautiful. Your heart soared, how could you love a little boy so much?

You loved him so much. And it killed you.

You blinked back tears, realizing this is the last night you’ll ever see your son.

The mission you were going on was dangerous. Your commander instructed you say goodbye to your families, because there was no way you were ever come home.

Of course, you were advised to keep the details of your job top secret. This meant you had to keep it all from Dmitiri. And god, you felt awful. The times you would have to disappear for days on end and then make up an excuse for why you were gone was terrible.

“Oh my god.” You sighed, “I’ll miss you my sweet boy.”

You planted a kiss on his forehead and you shut off the lights in his room, softly closing the door.

You wrapped your jumper around you tighter as you left the hallway, before you found yourself in the living room.

There, sat on the couch, was Dmitri. There were two mugs of freshly made coffee on the coffee table, steam flowing freely from the top of the mugs.

“Hey,” You began, sitting down and faced towards your husband, who had a solemn look on his face.“I—”

“— I don’t want you to leave.”

Your heart sank. This is the hardest thing I have to do.

You blinked back tears, “I know my love. But I have to… I don’t have a choice.”

“So this is it right? This is our last night together?”

“Yes ‘Mitri.” You cried, “It is.”

You raised a hand up to his cheek, as he immediately leaned into your soft touch.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kissed him.

The kiss was so meaningful, so passionate. More passionate than any kiss you guys had shared before. The kiss turned into a full make out session. As you pushed him back onto the couch and swung your leg over him, now straddling his lap. His tongue swiped your bottom lip as you moaned into the kiss. His hands freely roamed your body, eventually resting on your ass. You whined as your thin shorts made contact with the growling bulge in his sweatpants.

“Fuck,” Dmitri groaned, “Let’s go to the bedroom, don’t wanna wake Mik.”

He kissed you again as he lifted you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist, not breaking the kiss.

The two of you entered the room, he softly put you down on the bed before turning to shut the door. While his back was turned, you’d thrown off your jumper and were now sitting on the bed in your bra and shorts.

“Fuck,” He grunts, pulling off his shirt, “The things you do to me.”

You’re kneeling on the bed as Dmitri runs his hands up your back, unclipping your bra strap and allowing your bra to slide down your arms. You shiver as the cold air hits your chest, as your husband moved back to admire you.

“Oh my god,” He smiles, “You’re so beautiful.”

He leans forward, kissing you once more. His lips trail down your neck, smiling against your skin when you whine, indicating he’d found your sweet spot. He sucked the spot, intentionally leaving a mark that you’d have to cover in the morning.

You’d have to hide them from Mikhail too. Your son was very curious, and he would always ask about the different hickeys that often covered your neck and chest after a long night with his father. Whenever he’d ask, Dmitri would break out into a fit of laughter as you struggled to provide an explanation. You would get so flustered, and Dmitri found humor in it.

“I-It’s from the straightener, Mik.” You stammered, “I’m okay.”

“They look like they hurt Mommy.”

“No no, they don’t.” You said with a smile.

Dmitri pushed you on your back as he kissed his way down your stomach, stopping before the waistband of your shorts. You were so eager, looking with anticipation. He looked up at you, smirking when he saw your mouth hung open.

“Eager now, are we?” He smirked, knowing it was killing you.

“Yes,” You whined, “Please.”

He smiled as he pulled off your shorts and your underwear with it. He slowly kissed up and around your thighs before finally making contact with your clit. His tongue circles and he bobs his head, the sounds of smacking and sucking the only thing you could hear. He’s essentially brain dead, as he mindlessly eats you out. Your back arched higher and higher off the mattress as he inserts a finger.

“F-Fuck,” You winced, gasping as he inserted another finger, now beginning to pump in and out of you. “You make me feel so good.” He hummed in response, sending vibrations up your clit and through your entire body.

You felt yourself getting close, as you continually moaned. Your hands found his hair and you ran your hands through it, letting him know of your approval.

“I’m close,” You hissed, as the familiar sensation continued building in your core.

“That’s it,” He praised, “Cum for me.”

That’s all you needed to hear. You instantly released on his face, legs shaking as your chest heaved, trying to recover from what was easily one of your best orgasms.

He always made you cum. You’d known each other since high school. You guys were practically inseparable after meeting each other. That’s when you and your family moved away, and you lost contact with him. In that time, Dmitri had gotten lost without you, which meant he’d tried to fill the void you’d left. That meant many, many meaningless hookups with people he didn’t care about. He’d tried to date other people, but they never worked out because they weren’t you. However, you’d moved back and found him at the lake, the same spot where you shared several firsts.

Your first date, your first kiss, your first time. In the backseat of his car, your eyes were practically rolling out of your head as he gave you the dirtiest and most delicious head you’d ever received. You had practically covered his leather seats, still dripping onto them when he put you into his lap and made you ride him.

By now, his lips and your clit were entirely swollen. Your chest still heaved as you recovered from your orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re so good.” You breathed, sitting up.

“I know.” He chuckled, as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You giggled, leaning in to kiss him once more. “Cocky bastard.”

He let out a guttural groan as you palmed him through his sweats, smiling when you looked down and saw the wet patch imprinted in the grey fabric.

“Don’t be a tease,” He groaned, “I need you.”

You pushed him on the bed as your hands find either side of his hips. He lifted them up as you pulled his sweatpants and boxers off, allowing his cock to spring out of his pants.

The sheer size of it amazed you every time. It was so big, and it filled you up while stretching you out at the same time. He was truly gifted, he knew how to work with it. The way he would hit your g spot everytime, making you a complete moaning mess.

You held your hand at the base of his cock and you wrapped your lips around it, your eyes never leaving Dmitri’s. You began taking more of him into your mouth, making up with your hand what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You felt the tip of it hit the back of your throat, making you gag a little.

“Oh fuck,” He groaned, “Just like that.”

He threw his head back as his hands worked his hand into your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail as he began fucking your face.

You gagged a few times as you felt him hit the back of your throat. You hollow out your cheeks as you feel him twitching in your mouth.

You hummed, sending vibrations up as he mercilessly fucked your face. By now, he’s a mess. His hair is stuck to his forehead, his body is covered in sweat and curses are slewing out of his mouth. Everything about you is perfect, just for him. God, you were a god given blessing to him. Your lips and tongue always rendered him nonfunctional, reducing him to a permanent state of pure bliss.

He groaned again, “I’m gonna cum honey. Can I cum in your mouth?”

You hummed in approval as you feel him shoot his load into the back of your throat. His cock is still twitching when you release him from your mouth.

Dmitri pulls you into his lap again, you both moan when you bodies make contact. He kisses you passionately, hands once again snaking around your waist to rest on your ass.

“You ready for me honey?” He asked, “I want you to ride me.”

You only smiled and you held yourself up, as he readied himself below you. You slowly sunk yourself down, hissing as you struggled to adjust to his size.

“Ohh, you’re so big,” You hissed. “Fuck I love you.”

You began rocking your hips, as he started to thrust into you at the same time, your movements in sync. The room is filling with sounds of skin slapping and moans as the two of you began to lose yourselves in each other. He’s grunting over and over, signaling he’s close. You’re almost there too, when Dmitri wipes the cum that was left on your chin and lowers them down, finding your clit. He’s a filthy, filthy man, using his own cum to get you off. He knows exactly what’s he’s doing to. He begins to rub in a ‘figure 8’ while continuously thrusting into you.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m so so close.” He moans lowly, as he ploughing into you. His other hand is on your hip, pushing you down as he fucks you mercilessly on your bed. The bed springs are creaking, and the pillow you’d put behind your headboard had since fallen down, meaning your bed was slamming into the wall. But you didn’t care, you were so lost in Dmitri that he was all you could think about. Him and his perfect cock.

Your stamina is running low, and by now your head is in his chest as he continually thrusts into you.

“Fuck ‘Mitri. I can’t take it. I can’t—”

He puts his hand over your mouth, looking at you intently. “Yes you can baby, I know you can. Now cum for me.” That’s when he fucking shatters you. Your fingers are raking down his back, your toes are curling, legs shaking as you squirt all over his cock and the bed. “Fuck me.” You groaned as you clenched around him, pushing him over the edge as he releases inside you.

“I just did that. I made you squirt.” He smiles proudly.

“Shut up,” You lean forward, kissing him again. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Always and forever.”

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barbienese · 2 years

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who hurt you?

fem!reader x dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov

when reader gets hurt, enzo is worried.

“please Y/N, who hurt you?”

warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of death, angst and fluff

request from @athenastearss !! i hope you enjoyed it love <3

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You were one of the few female guards that worked at the prison. One of the last ones still standing, anyway.

Not many were cut out for your position as head guard. Your position had seen many before you and from what you heard, none of them left peacefully.

The misogyny in the prison was insane. Many disagreed with your place as head guard, their excuse being “a prison was no place for a woman.”

You’d heard that from almost everybody you’d come across in your time.

Except Enzo. He was different.

From the day he started, he respected you. Over time, the two of you had built an unbreakable bond. He was very protective of you too, sometimes over the top and extreme.

But you loved that about him, it made you feel safe.

Today was like any other day, you were doing your usual patrol. As you got to the last wing of cells, you noticed something was off. You looked into a cell.

It was empty.

An immense feeling of dread washed over you when you were slammed to the ground.

You looked up and saw a 4 pairs of eyes staring back at you. From the messy hair and overall dirty disheveled appearance, you knew they were all prisoners.

Looking closer, you recognized one of them. He was the biggest of the bunch. His name?

Vladimir Milag.

By far one of the most violent prisoners were locked up, he was feared by both guards and other prisoners. Out of all, he was the most menacing and evil.

He was the only prisoner you were intimidated by.

A groan erupted from your throat as they each took turns stomping, punching and kicking you as you were laid on the cold concrete. Pain wrecked through your entire body.

You tried to scream, but nothing came out. They all stopped to laugh at your desperation.

“No one is coming to save you, princess.” Vladimir snickered, “No one.”

He and his friends cackled as they continued their merciless assault on you.

Soon, the pain turned to numbness. Your eyes fluttered shut as you passed out.

The last thing you heard, was a faint “Y/N!”

—

It was a faint beeping noise that woke you up.

You sat up, surveying your surroundings.

The walls were painted a pale blue, which popped in contrast to the white machines that lined them

“Fuck.” You winced, holding your head.

You could barely move. Scratches, bruises and cuts covered by bandages lined your entire body.

A familiar voice rang out. “Y/N! You’re finally awake.”

There, leaning against the doorway, was a very concerned Enzo.

You frowned as you surveyed his appearance. Dark bags lined his eyes which lacked the glint they once held, and his beard was unkept and messy.

The air was thick. None of you knew what to say, all you did was look at each other with the same sad stare.

“Who did this to you?” He asked, breaking the silence.

You thickly swallowed, “Just some prisoners, it’s fine—”

“—No it isn’t.”

“Enzo, please. It’s part of the job, forget about it—”

“—How do you expect me to forget that? You’ve been out for 2 weeks Y/N. The doctors thought you weren’t ever gonna wake up..” Enzo shouted, making you flinch. “So no, Y/N. I’m not gonna fucking forget about it.”

His voice broke, pure distress etched into his features. You frowned as he sat on the edge of your bed.

He sighed, “Please Y/N, who hurt you?”

“If I tell you,” You paused, “Will you let it go?”

“Yes.” He answered that all too quickly.

“Enzo.” You sighed.

“Y/N.” He smirked back.

You threw your hands up in defeat, “It was Vladimir and his goonies. But I don’t know how they got out.”

“Don’t worry about that my love,” He leaned forward, caressing your cheek. “But now, you’ve gotta get some rest.”

He leaned forward and kissed your cheek.

You blushed immediately, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Goodnight Y/N.“

“Goodnight Enzo.”