#nikodim rodion egorov x reader

[andreas-river]

Idk if this is something your comfortable writing if not I understand but could you write a gang bang with the spetsnaz I mean ig exclude one of the bale brothers cus it could be kinda weird idk but if your comfortable writing it I’d really appreciate it

CHRISTMAS BREAKS ARE MEANT TO BE REMEMBERED

TW: gangbang, established relationship, everything is consensual, protected and unprotected p-in-v, blowjobs, fingering, a bit of voyeurism and exhibitionism, cunnilingus, slight femdom at some point, double penetration, mutual orgasms, aftercare.

PAIRING: F!Reader x Nikto x Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov x Dmitry Bale

A/N: I'm so sorry it took ages to do this, it's longer than the usual but I hope you will like it, Anon!

For the past few days, you noticed something different in your teammates. Something on a deeper level, the way their gaze lingered more on you, and no one else noticed this since the base was exceptionally empty—the Christmas break started right two days ago, and you couldn’t be happier. You could eat even better with all the silence around you, enjoying the presence of the few people you were closer to. Doing your morning laps with Rodion was far more fun, or stargazing during the night with Nikto was something you could do without repercussion.

And right while you were doing this with him, he proposed the idea to you. You could never expect that such words would leave his mouth—well, fuck, you were in a secret relationship with him, and only the team knew about this, and you always tried your best to not let the secret slip out. So, when he talked about the idea, he quickly clarified to you who was going to be involved, when and how would happen, and especially, that he would make sure that no boundaries were going to be crossed. You gave him a smile and a slow nod, never expecting that a fantasy of yours could become reality.

You were sitting on Nikto’s lap already, his gloved hand touching the plump flesh of your breast. His touch was firm, a hint of gentleness as he removed your shirt under their gaze. Rodion’s face was already flushed, his breath slightly heavy. Dmitry was less obvious, but since he removed his usual balaclava, you clearly noticed the shift in his expression. Nikto made you lay back on the couch, noticing the momentary absence of Rodion as he locked the door. Everything you were doing was wrong, illegal, so forbidden that made your heart jump in your throat, your breath hitching only for a fraction of a second, before Rodion sat next to your head, lowering his body so he could reach your belly with his lips, his bare chest right at your face. You let your instinct guide you, your hands reaching for his skin and the numerous scars that littered his body.

With half-lidded eyes, you let out a sigh as Dmitry took place between your legs, spreading them so he could reach the most intimate part of you, your face heating up in a deep shade of red. From the corner of your eye, you could see Nikto sitting on the wooden coffee table, just watching the scene unfold in front of him. He was doing exactly what he promised, making sure that his teammates respected your limits and that they wouldn’t cross his rules. You gave him a nod, reassuring him that you liked what was happening.

From the way Rodion was lavishing the soft skin of your neck, his tongue dragging down to your chest, while Dmitry tentatively unbuttoned your trousers, that made your spine tingle. Not even a minute later, you were already half-naked, only your panties and your sports bra still on. “That’s unfair,” you whined, making Nikto chuckle: for tonight, he was the one in control, and that meant in control of everyone, Dmitry and Rodion included. Flicking his gaze to Dmitry, the latter proceeded to obediently brush the palm of his hand against the soft fabric of your panties, as he felt the wet spot caused by your arousal.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Rodion’s murmur against your ear gave you chills, nodding at him, the words stuck in your throat as Dmitry rubbed your sensitive clit through your panties, not even thinking when you tried to close your legs. Nikto reached to your knee, forcing your legs open again as he got up, standing right next to you as the other two finally shed their clothes, both remaining bare right in front of your hungry eyes. Nikto helped you remove the remnants of your underwear, your breath heavy at the unfolding scene.

With a last nod from your boyfriend, it was as if he let go of the leashes that held Dmitry and Rodion, both of them feasting on you with everything they had: their warm hands explored any reachable inch on your skin, their lips hot like lava as you arched your back for them, an open invite for them to devour you.

And the most exciting thing was having Nikto, your lover, watching everything as if it was a show crafted just for him, sitting in the front row as Rodion made his first move, positioning his hips next to your head, gently inviting you to taste his hardness. You could feel your blood boiling as you tasted on your tongue the salty precum that leaked from the tip, while he played with your exposed breast as you sucked him, focusing on your hardening nipples as he made you squirm, a sly smile on his face as he enjoyed the predicament you were in.

You slowly wrapped your lips around his length, feeling with your tongue the warmth coming for the skin, slurping sounds coming from your mouth as Rodion groaned loudly, his fingers tangling in your hair as you arched your back when you felt hot lips latching on your sensitive folds, the sensation making your toes curl in ecstasy. Two of his fingers already found your slick opening, pushing them inside and deep enough for him to quickly find your sweet spot, groaning eagerly as you continued to suck onto Rodion’s length, his tip angry red from your incessant stimulation.

Right when you, Rodion, and Dmitry were all immersed in this bubble of pleasure, that’s when Nikto stopped both of them, leaving you on the edge of what you knew could be a shattering orgasm. Denied of your climax, Nikto made you rise, making you rest on your knees as he pushed your face straight to his groin, the tent caused by his erection pronounced from his trousers.

“Show them how good you are, dorogaya,” He invited you with a gentle pat on your cheek, his gloves warm on your skin as you unbutton his pants, lowering them just enough to pull out his cock, the veins pulsing and throbbing as you grabbed the base. Your tongue skillfully circled the tip before sliding it inside your mouth, working around his length and trying to take the full length.

Behind you and sitting obediently on the couch, you could hear both Dmitry and Rodion groaning, the slick sound of their hands sliding up and down their cocks echoing in the room. You couldn’t see them, but you knew what game was playing Nikto, forcing them to watch instead of touch, making them stay on the edge, and not letting them cum if they went too close to their orgasm. As Nikto took control of your movements, you let him grab the side of your head firmly enough to move his hips faster, gagging around his cock as his movements became frantic, feeling the tip hitting the back of your throat over and over. The sound of your gags and sputters only stirred him on, groaning and holding your head firmly as he loses himself to the pleasure.

Only when he finally filled your throat with his salty seed, he finally stepped back to let you recover your breath, your chest burning from the prolonged lack of time without oxygen. Despite this, his touch became delicate in your hair, helping you back onto the couch and finally letting Dmitry and Rodion touch you again. But it was only the beginning, as you pushed Rodion on his back under the amused gaze of the others, as Rodion groaned in annoyance and murmured some curses behind gritted teeth, not that you cared anyway. You waited for him as he put a condom on before straddling him and lowering yourself on his length, a breathed moan escaping your lips once he was fully inside. At the sight, Dmitry couldn’t hold back anymore, his fingers traveling down your spine, his pupils wide as he looked at the way you took control of your thrusts, your hips bucking steadily as Rodion moaned under your stimulation.

He groaned as Nikto walked towards him, grabbing his wrists once he was close enough, his member slowly hardening again as he held Rodion, his chest heaving under the torture you and Nikto were subjecting him. Dmitry touched you from behind, his hand placed on your hips as he guided your movements, grinning at the mess Rodion was becoming, with droplets of sweat from his brows and his hair sticking to his forehead. The more you bounced up and down, the more you could feel his length throbbing against your walls, his orgasm followed by a whimper that made Nikto chuckle at his submission.

But Dmitry had other plans, pulling you up and letting Rodion regain his breath alone, holding your arms behind your back and spreading your legs. The grip of his hands was firm, his shaft from behind probing and your puffy lips, hearing him groaning at the way your walls squeezed him tight. Your heart leaped in your throat as Nikto positioned himself in front of you, pulling you upright as you met his gaze: he was enjoying every moment, your gasps filling the room when he tried to enter your slick hole, your hands grabbing his shirt as your jaw fell slack at the stretch your walls were forced to endure.

“Relax, dorogaya,” Nikto’s voice was so far away as you tucked your head under the crook of his neck, even feeling the blood pumping in your ears as your legs trembled from the strain your pussy was enduring. “You can take us both. I know you can.”

Dmitry reached from behind, his hand sneaking to your swollen clit to help you relax, rubbing circles with two fingers as Nikto managed to slip inside, your walls squeezing them at every heartbeat. And when they started to move and alternate each thrust you almost thought you were going to lose your mind, the pain of being stretched so open mixing with the arousal coursing inside your veins turning into a dangerous blend, gasping for oxygen as their hips slapped against your skin, the sound echoing around the room almost in a pornographic way.

“You look even better like this, all red and moaning for us,” Dmitry murmured at your ear, the breath on your ear making you shiver, a whimper escaping your throat. A slap on your left ass cheek made you jump in surprise. “How many times you dreamed about this, mh?”

You mumbled something incoherently, hiding your face in Nikto’s neck as you struggled to hold your orgasm. Your mind was empty except for the pleasure, your wetness drenching both of their cocks as they thrusted inside you mercilessly, amused by your reaction. Everything that came after happened in a blur, your hands grabbing Nikto’s shoulders like a lifeline as your body trembled like a leaf, coming around them and milking both of them for all they were worth. That’s when you closed your eyes and leaned against your boyfriend, your consciousness hanging on a thread.

“That was incredible,” Rodion muttered: he was still sprawled over the couch, his stamina long gone after his orgasm. Nikto glared at him in silence, fixing the blanket over your body that still leaned on him. Your weight wasn’t a problem for him, his gloved hand tracing pattern on the soft skin of your thighs as he controlled you for the umpteenth time in a row. “She’ll be fine, right?”

“Well, she had a safe word.” Dmitry stated matter-of-factly, fixing his sweatpants before giving a quick glance over you, his features softening as he looked at your flushed face.

The rest of their words blurred with the rhythm of you heavy breathing, falling into a light slumber until the voices died down, silence filling the room. Only when your eyes fluttered open you noticed that Nikto took you to his room, holding you a bit more tightly, his strong arm around your slumped shoulders. His other arm stretched to grab something next to him, unscrewing the cap of the bottle before nudging it to your dried lips, humming at the relief it gave on your sore throat.

“You told me you were going to fuck my brain out, not my soul—” He grinned at your words, playfully pinching your inner thighs with his fingers, making you jump in surprise.

“Just rest, lyubimaya moya.” You rolled your eyes, but you gladly leaned against his chest to rest a bit more, his touch soothing your strained muscles until you fell asleep again, knowing that you’ll never forget this Christmas break.

[keysorsomething]

Can we get some more HCs abt Rodion? (He's my little pookie bear)

Also I love your writing sm 😭❤

Of course !! Rodion is the silliest :) A lot of these are car based cause I read this fic when I was first getting into the fandom and so I'm always reminded of it.

Request Page !!

Knows a lot about cars

Can name make/model/year off of a two second clip and expects you to know every one

Doesn't believe in rolled up windows

Unironically listens to Hard Bass

No one else wants to listen to Hard Bass with him

Can fall alseep anywhere

Had fallen asleep on all the Spetsnaz (including Sputnik) + Yegor

Yegor the most save this poor old man

Giggles

Builds computers in his free time and has like 20 of them

Cracked at Fallout

Has an absurd amount of hours in Fallout 4

Has called Dogmeat Sputnik on accident

His dream job is streaming

Expresses this dream by saying "When I grow up..."

You can and will hear evil giggling come from his game room multiple times a day

Nerodivergent man in a "oh no my infodumping got mistaken for mansplaining" way

Do NOT get caught by this dude in a car parts store

Tried to learn how American Football worked and started crying

Pretends he understands anyway

Googled Football teams and picked one for its mascot

He will buy literally anything that's branded cause he's trying to prove he's a good fan

Football team chapstick

Dating him ends in wearing at least one football jersey from a team that is probably not your hometeam

Maybe Vanilla notes in his cologne

Has destroyed a hoodie by soaking it in his cologe for you before

Nikto helped him bury it in the middle of nowhere

There is a cologne-soaked hoodie buried six feet under some where in the Steppe

[quimera-cami]

Drawing Headcanons request???

Hey, remember the nikto domestic Headcanons thing I did? Sooo I really want to draw more of it and I though it would be a fun idea if I drew request sent by you guys.

I've never done this kind of request before so I don't know how this is gonna work. But hey, let's give it a try.

Also! Just for now, I'll only accept request for the spetsnaz boys.

(Nikto, Rodion, Maxim, Dimitri).

The request thing is simple, just ask a Headcanon, an idea, an anything character x reader thing like you'll normally requests for written stuff and I'll will draw it! ✨✨✨

There's some rules though:

-As I said before, just the spetsnaz boys.

-Just for now, I'll draw fem! or gn! Y/n Only.

-I will not draw explicit NSFW. Although I'm fine with drawing some insinuations... (if you catch my driff).

I think that's pretty much all.

Not gonna lie I think it will take me hell of a time in complete jut one (like three at four days, depending of my mood or work schedule ;_;). But I really want to do this! So yeah, feel free to send a request ^^

[andreas-river]

Request: Can you do a rodion x fem reader where reader is giving him head and she gets a facial at the end I know this is blunt but there’s not enough rodion content out there

TW: straight up smut, bj, MDNI.

A/N: This request was made anonymously, but when I saved the incomplete draft, Tumblr didn't let me edit it. I don't really know why or how, but lately this app is having a lot of problems, even if I always make sure it's updated. Anyway, I really hope this reaches the person who requested it!

You often found yourself in that position, slotted between Rodion’s legs as he lays down in bed, feeling his muscles twitching occasionally, watching you with half-closed eyes. He was blabbering nonsense, your chest filled with a sense of a pride seeing him like pudding with only your mouth and fingers, his hands in your hair, but barely putting any pressure on you.

“I’m close—fuck, you’re good at this—"

You could feel how hard and hot he was between your lips, tasting the salty pre-cum on your tongue, his cock throbbing and forcing you to breathe through your nose, but you couldn’t help your gag reflex, your lungs burning for the lack of oxygen.

The need of air was so much stronger than anything else, raising your face from his cock in the exact moment he came, his cum sticking on your face, watching him shuddering and mutter a series of curses in his native tongue, only realizing later that he came right on your face.

“Uh—sorry about that…” Yet he didn’t sound sorry at all, giggling and covering his mouth with a hand, trying to reach for the pack of tissues on the nightstand.

You wiped your face under his amused gaze until your fingers brushed against his softening cock, causing it to hiss from the overstimulation, curling up into a ball and trying to escape your grasp.

“Ow—come on!”

“Well, this is what you’re gonna get—get the fuck up you little—!” He ignored you completely as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pushing you down with him on the bed, trying to wriggle away from his iron grip but without success.

His lips brushed against your ear, hot breath making your spine tingle in anticipation. “Now is my turn, don’t you think?”

[andreas-river]

I’m in the mood for some angst in all honesty and fluff at the end, can I request a scenario where rodion and reader get in an argument over something small and dumb, reader goes out thinking it was just a small argument and didn’t mean much but rodion is panicking and slightly scared he lost the girl of his dreams because the argument was his fault, reader comes back with burger town for him as a peace offering only to find him crying which she’s never seen him cry

(Take as long as you need the way you write rodion is honestly awesome)

TEARDROPS

TW: angst and fluff, guilt feelings.

A/N: We should really talk about men's feelings. Why are tears seen as a weakness? Why does no one realize that tears are a physical and emotional reactions, and instead many decide to just spat nonsense? After my rambling, y'all, please enjoy.

There was something about the way you had left your house, something that left a bitter aftertaste in the back of your mouth that you couldn’t quite get rid of it, your mind distracted as you waited in line, finger tapping nervously your own arm as you stand with arms crossed on your chest.

It was the rush hour, the place littering with people of every age and kind, especially with kids running all over the place.

The moment you hear your number, you quickly grab the bag with the food, leaving the crowded place and reaching your car. You didn’t realize that you were fidgeting all the time, a sense of urgency overwhelming your senses as you drive home, checking your phone every few seconds.

It was right on the back of your head, it wasn’t like when you have that sixth sense and you know that there is something wrong, but it was a certain feeling, an abstract fear that it’s right there, but still quite far.

When your feet stepped inside the house, you felt a chill running inside you, slowly placing the bag of food on top of the counter, scanning the house with a frown in your face. Used to receive a warm welcome and a big bear hug from Nikodim, this time silence was your only companion.

His usual spot on the couch in the living room was empty, and as you dragged your feet to the bedroom, you started to think that there was definitely something wrong. Pushing the door, you met the sight of him sitting on the edge of the bed, red eyes staring into the void in front of him, hands clasped together tightly.

And that feeling came back at full force, realization seeping into your limbs as you step closer to the bed, sitting right on his side and drawing his attention. He sniffled, before trying to give you a smile, failing when you noticed how the sadness was stuck on his features, more than he could even notice.

With a guilty and heavy heart, you sigh, taking his hand and interlocking his fingers with yours, your teeth nibbling at your lower lip. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I was wrong,” he sniffled again, wiping almost angrily his tears with his hand, shaky breaths making his body slightly tremble. “I’m just jealous, and then I thought…”

A bell rings in the back of your brain as he trails off, pieces of puzzle finally finding their right place in the bigger picture, squeezing his hand in a terrible attempt to comfort him.

“I wasn’t… Nikodim, I just got a takeout..”

And the sob that escapes him makes your soul shatter, a mumbled curse escaping his mouth as every tear he shed you felt your heart being drowned by them. The wave of guilt was now mixed with the realization that you misunderstood each other, and between not understanding his real feelings after that argument, not even words were needed in that moment as he throws his arms around you.

With your fingers stroking his short hair absentmindedly, you both remained there for a bit more, immersed in silence as he occasionally sniffled.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful.” You muttered against his neck, his usual perfume lingering in his skin and making you feel home, more than you already were.

“I’m sorry too, I was being too jealous, the argument was my fault..”

You scoffed, shaking your head. A part of you already forgot about that stupid argument, and you didn’t even wanted to try and remember exactly how it went.

“Let’s not think about that anymore, okay?” whispering against his lips, you gently pecked at them, and finally seeing him smiling more genuinely, your thumbs brushing against his cheekbones as you wipe off some of the tears. “We should eat something… I got your favorite one.”

His face lit up at your words, his smile growing wider as you spoke. “You made them remove the onion?” he chirped, as you were both in each other’s arms.

“As always!” And you giggles as he instantly got up, dragging you in the kitchen, hand on hand.

And as you eat your own burger with a smile, you knew that the memory of him crying would forever haunt you. But for now, you just focused all of your attention on him. In the end, it wasn’t important trying to understand whose fault it was: mistakes were a part of a being, not something that should be ashamed or convicted.

[andreas-river]

➷ Kinktober 2023

Day X: Almost getting caught/Semi-public sex || Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov

Cross-posted on Ao3.

TW: p in v sex, fingering, creampie.

It was thrilling—the way he pressed his hips against yours, one hand holding your thigh around his waist as he played with your exposed breast, while you helped yourself to play with your clit. He loved watching your contorted expression as you held your lower lip between your teeth and tried not to raise your voice, some moans still escaping you between one thrust and the next.

One particular one made you almost scream, your walls hypersensitive to how well his cock slid in and out, not slowing down at all when you both heard some footsteps from outside.

You were hiding in a storage room full of important documents, where anyone could have entered at any second—you tried to concentrate, to understand if the shadows behind the door would enter the room—but Rodion seemed to have other plans, changing his pace with slow and deep strokes, hitting a spot inside you you didn't know you had.

"Wait—" he ignored you completely, his lips latching onto your nipples, sucking and licking them, his hands groping the soft flesh. He moved his hand to your clit, stimulating it now that you were no longer doing it for yourself, high-pitched sounds escaping you as you lost control of yourself, cumming and spasming in front of him, the sound of the doorknob being turned—but no one entered.

With watery eyes you watch as he takes a pair of keys from his pocket and shows them to you.

"You little—ah!" you couldn't hold back the moans as he started to move again, hearing him moan slightly, his hips stuttering for a second before stopping, both with ragged breathing and sweat running down your skin, feeling your walls squeeze him even after you both came. He helped you stand up, slowly reassembling yourself before leaving the room.

Before you could open the door, he stopped you by pulling you against his chest, his arms holding you tightly from behind as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his breath tingling against your skin.

"We should do this more often," he whispers, leaving a trail of kisses on your skin.

You chuckle as he reaches the spot where you are ticklish, turning as you place your hands around his neck, your lips brushing against his, grinning before an idea flashes through your mind.

"Yeah, but next time I'll be the one holding the keys."

[andreas-river]

➷ Kinktober 2023

Day XXIV: Squirting || Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov

Cross-posted on Ao3.

TW: fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms.

"W-wait—!"

He was rentless, eager to have you skin to skin, holding you close at every opportunity. You were cooking? His arms were around your waist. Walking around? Arms around your waist or shoulder. Sitting on the edge of the bed? Well, then he had to eat you like a starving man.

His mouth was merciless, lapping up your juices while his fingers were inside your hole, moving them as he finger-fucked you to bring you to another orgasm. He loved to overstimulate you, to feel your legs trembling as you held on to his hair for dear life, moaning and babbling nonsense—all caused by him.

Until you felt his fingers touch something inside you, your body stiffening on instinct as you tried in vain to escape his grip.

"It's—weird, please stop—"

"Don't worry, just let it happen," it's the only moment of silence before he closes his mouth on your clit again, his fingers now faster as he pushes them even further inside you, curling around that particular spot, feeling like a knot inside you, threatening to break at any moment.

Your vision was blurred from the tears, your body overstimulated with an orgasm that would be even more powerful than any other you had ever had, feeling his fingers push that spot over and over again, your jaw falling slack, dizzy from the force of your orgasm, barely holding yourself up, your body convulsing.

But he couldn't believe his eyes—finally able to give you a stronger orgasm, his fingers still on your hole as he watches in awe as you squirt, liquid gushing out—but he was eager, continuing to press your g-spot with his fingers until you barely let out a few drops, his tongue licking your wet pussy for the last time, feeling you shudder.

He lets you go and helps you lie down on the bed, your eyelids heavy and tired, but you were able to look at him with a satisfied smile.

"I wonder what squirting feels like..."

You couldn't help but laugh at his statement before he pulled you close for a kiss—and you couldn't deny it, it felt really good.

[andreas-river]

Omg I just found your account and I absolutely love your writing and I love how you portray bale and rodion, would you be able to do face sitting with rodion, where he just begs reader to sit on his face:)

QUESTIONABLE CHOICES (And How To Make Them)

TW: smut, face sitting,a bit of terrible humor, MDNI.

A/N: I think I got lost when I wrote this. With my mind. Hope you like it! :")

“It’s going to be fun!”

“What if you choke, and—”

“Me? Choking? Come on!”

“Last time you were choking!”

“Yeah, by choice!”

You had to hold inside a scoff, knowing that discussing with your boyfriend was completely useless. He had his smirk plastered all over his face, his eyes glinting with excitement and staring at you, waiting for your answer. He knew you were going to accept, but he loved to play along with you.

He knew that you were going to say yes, but he just loved the way you were trying to fight him with a flustered face, adoring the frown in your face that was making you incredibly adorable. And when he sees you sighing in defeat, he doesn’t wait for anymore, dragging you on top of him on the bed, chuckling when your face became red as a tomato.

“So, what are you waiting for?” His hands were already massaging your thighs, slowly rising to your panties. The sight of him under you made you restless, your blood pumping faster in your veins from the sudden rush of arousal. You couldn’t deny that you wanted that too, even if the idea felt almost too dirty in your mind.

Finally giving in, you remain naked, only wearing his oversized t-shirt, trying to make yourself comfortable as you straddle his face. Your muscles were tense, gasping when he started to tentatively lick your folds, the touch of his tongue and his breath against your sensitive clit made you almost question your own sanity.

And the, you started to understand why many writers spoke often of ‘starved men’. Nikodim was starving for your essence, drinking your wetness directly from the source, alternating from sucking your puffy clit to push his tongue directly inside your hole, gulping down your juices and relishing in the sweet taste. The weight wasn’t a problem for him at all, he actually forgot about it the moment he started to use his tongue to fuck an orgasm out of you.

Often you were silent during sex, but this time, moans filled the bedroom, making you self-aware of your own sounds, your face flushed and your thighs trembling at the side of his head. Sensing how much you were closed, Nikodim continued to eat you out, his breath coming your in short puffs through his nose, his fingers gripping tightly the flesh of your ass cheeks so you wouldn’t be able to got up from him even if you tried.

It felt better than you ever imagined, your hips bucking slightly as you started to ride his face, biting your lips and closing your eyes shut, your lips slightly parted. Crying out from your orgasm, your fingers founded balance on the headboard, groaning as he swallowed the wetness from your dripping pussy, the sound almost pornographic as it echoed in the room.

It took a while for you to come down from your high, and at least he let you got up, both sitting one next to the other to regain some breath.

“See? You liked it!” He giggled like a kid, poking your side with his finger where he knew you were ticklish.

You slapped his hand off, your face burning in embarrassment as you run away into the bathroom to clean yourself. “Fuck off!” You swore from the bathroom, his laugh echoing from the bedroom.

But you definitely loved it.

[andreas-river]

➷ Kinktober 2023

Day XVI: Sparring || Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov

Cross-posted on Ao3.

TW: Rodion is a switch in this one, handjob, sparring.

It was obviously his idea.

You had him pinned to the mat, sitting on top of him and holding his wrists above his head, but the grin on his face never went away.

"This time it's going to be different," he said less than an hour ago, before taking off his shirt, leaving his top completely exposed. "We're going to be naked."

It had become personal, proving to him that he couldn't always win. Holding him as tightly as you could with only one hand, you moved the other hand behind you, grasping his hard cock with a drop of pre-cum, chuckling when he tried to move his hips to push you away.

He moaned when you squeezed the base, trying to move you with his legs as well. "You're not really trying, y'know?"

He let out a breathy laugh, but he couldn't stop moaning, his cock twitching in your hand as you pumped faster and faster, pumping relentlessly up and down just to make him cum in your hand. You would tease him for the rest of your life.

He finally let go, spurting ropes of cum into your hand and even into the mat beneath him as you saw him shuddering beneath you, still trying to escape your grip as you continued to pump his cock even after his orgasm—you just wanted to have some fun, but you knew it would backfire.

Not that you would mind.

[andreas-river]

I feel like with how many rodion things I’ve requested that I should go for another character but he’s lowkey the only one I’m interested in😭😭😭 but I feel like my requests have been getting too smutty yk

So like how about rodion where his partner has big tibbys not gigantic but like around dd and him just using them as pillows all the time not even in a sexual way he just likes them and readers like why are you like this

Also ik I’ve made a lot of requests back to back so I’m sorry if there getting a lot please take as much time as you want to do this one

Underrated Pillows

TW: none, fluff, crack fic, Rodion is a menace.

A/N: my dear Anon, ask and you shall receive <3 (and so sorry it took so long for this one.)

Lying on the couch after a day full of stress was the only thing your body needed, and when your back was finally parallel with the soft cushions, you released a heavy sigh, releasing all the stress accumulated during the day.

You were just too tired to care about the steps around the kitchen, knowing that your boyfriend was likely immersed in preparing his own food—a black hole, he was. In the back of your mind, you knew that all of that physical activity was the only thing that made him stay in perfect shape, but even if he wasn’t, you weren’t the one who would complain, except his teammates, or even his superiors.

You caught with your ears his low voice, humming some song he was fixated on the last few days.

Closing your heavy eyelids, you let yourself rest a bit more, finding yourself in a light sleep.

You don’t know when, but you find yourself pressed a bit too much on the couch, realizing that Nikodim was on top of you with all of his eighty kilograms pressed against yours. A swear escapes your lips, enough to make him open his eyes and watching you, his cheek pressed firmly against the soft flesh of your breast—you didn’t care about putting a bra on, not after the long day at work—and he just stares at you, blue eyes a bit glossy from the tiredness that emphasized all of his feature, in some way.

“Do you know that pillow exist?”

“I’m already on top of two of them.” He speaks with a thick accent, it was obvious that he was on the verge of collapsing again.

With a heavy sight, you put your neck in a more comfortable position, closing your eyes. “Suit yourself.”

And again, your sleep is broken when something suddenly squeezes your left tit, making you squirm and shriek, the room being filled with him giggling like a devilish teenager in front of her crush. So, you could only resist the urge to push him to the ground. But you didn’t mind threatening him.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll throw you on the ground and you will land on that flat ass of yours, and I’ll make sure that it will be really unpleasant!”

[andreas-river]

I completely agree with rodion being a menace 😭

what about a situation where rodion has been a menace all damn day and reader is tired of it so she basically makes rodion into a bitch for the day I mean overstimulating the man to tears pegging his brains out and the whole time he’s being a huge brat and in the end he’s just a tired cuddle bug

I’m so down bad for rodion it’s unreal and your content of him is the best😭

TW: straight up smut, femdom, pegging, overstimulation, everything is consensual, everyone is having a good time, fluff, a bit silly at the end.

A/N: Anon, I think I love you. Here we go down the rabbit hole.

“So, are you finally going to apologize now?”

You held your voice low all the time, putting all your attention on the man laying in front of you, kneeling between his legs, the strap-on staying still deep inside him, his cock twitching between your fingers. A smirk adorned your lips, satisfied as you gave him the taste of his own medicine.

You watch him as he shakes his head, his teary eyes unfocused as he tried to escape your grip, but from your perspective he seemed to desire more.

“I bet you want to cum another time, am I right?”

“Nngh—no, you’re so evil—” a guttural moan escapes his throat as you forced another orgasm out of him, moving your hips as the strap-on touched the right spot inside him, a sharp contrast from the way your hands moved quickly around his cock, spurting his cum in your fingers again.

But not for a second your eyes leaved his expression, watching every expression and every time he tried to move away, and the moment you notice his breath hitching in his throat, your hands quickly leave him, his chest heaving as he attempted to regain his breath.

You couldn’t help but smile, a sense of pride filling your chest—the times you dominated him in bed were only a few, your prideful personality often colliding with his, and you both ended up fixing things in bed since arguing never helped.

You removed the strap-on from him, quickly grabbing the towel as you clean him up. Seeing how much he was silent, you could only deduce that you fucked his brain out, maybe for good this time.

As you clean up everything, your eyes always checked him, searching for any sign of distress—fortunately, not finding it.

“I’m not the only menace here...” you hear him mumble, rolling on his stomach and pushing his face in the pillow, his eyelids threatening to close any moment.

The moment you lay down next to him, he doesn’t waste any more second, laying his head in your chest, almost putting half of his weight on top of you.

“Me? A menace?” You scoff in disbelief at his statement. “You’re the one who asked for it, you were a pain in the ass all day—” He doesn’t let you speak as he bites down on your neck, hard enough to leave a sign.

“A pain in the ass, sure,” he mocks you, but you couldn’t help but laugh at his childish tone. “I’m the one who has pain in the ass!”

[andreas-river]

I loved your last rodion writing I’m so glad I found someone who actually writes for him😭 but can i request some lazy morning sex with him, and a bit of fluff at the end

TW: smut, overstimulation, fluff, Rodion is a menace and I love it this way.

A/N: hope you like this one anon! This man has been living in my mind rent free for years.

Soft moans escaped your lips as he pushed his cock back inside you, hips colliding against the soft curve of your ass.

He couldn’t help but hold his arms around you, grunting against your ear with his senses flooded from your scent, sheets rustling against his bare skin.

His hand travelled over your skin, feeling under his fingertips every part of you, every curve, everything that you felt imperfect was like art, and under his eyes it was the most beautiful one, and it was all under his eyes, from the way your eyes shut closed from the pleasure coming directly from your core to your wet walls engulfed his length, forcing him to go slow to prevent him to cum right on the spot.

“Niko—fuck, please!”

“What?” he drove inside you in a steady pace, touching the perfect spot inside you, eyes rolling in the back of your head as he flicked his fingers right on your clit, your hips quivering, too blissed out from the overstimulation.

“That’s it, let it go,” he finally moved his fingers away from your clit, giving your nipples now more attention, his breath in the back of your neck making your spine tingle. “Do you think you can give me one more?”

The thought made you instantly arch your back, already on the verge of another orgasm, stronger than the last one.

“You’re—a menace—” but with your legs shaking, your voice came out more like a whimper, your moans overshadowing every words you had to talk back to him.

After some time, with both of your bodies all sweaty and glistening, you stayed lying down, your chest heaving and heart beating like it wanted to explode. You let his hands travel on you again, soft like it was caressing pure crystals, eyes admiring every inch of you.

“You know,” you closed your eyes, too tired to turn around. “A photo lasts more.”

“Hey!” he gasped, pretending to be offended with a smile on his lips. “You’re the real menace here!”

Giggling, you felt him lie down, his chest pressing against your back. “I learned from the best.”

[andreas-river]

THE PRICE OF AGONY

TW: angst, hurt/no comfort, written with f!reader in mind. And I definitely trauma dumped on this. I wrote this a long time ago inspired by the song "The Price Of Agony" by Fit For A King.

PAIRING: Nikto x F!Reader

A/N: requests are open!

Since you grew up, you knew perfectly that you should always be careful. Careful with yourself, with decisions, with friends and lovers. Those stern words pronounced by your mother repeated themselves like a broken record, reminding you of all those mistakes, guilt tripping inside your stomach and twisting your insides painfully — your heart burning still in shame.

So weak, so stupid, revealing your secret about loving someone who never dared to spare a word with you. The cup of tea Dmitry gave you was already cold between your hands, losing yourself in the reflection of the liquid. 'Never forget to drink something when you feel down', a small attempt of babysitting you after that day, still feeling everyone's eyes on you the moment you stepped inside the cafeteria, now empty and with only the ticking sound of the clock in the background, the low lights helping you blend within the darkness.

It felt good being hidden in it, far away from the spotlight — but you never imagined it would happen. She looked so trustworthy, always inviting you with others comrades at lunch and asking you so many questions — maybe that was the reason, you lowered all of your defenses in front of her, telling her that you liked someone of your squad, telling her his name with a hushed tone with your heart thumping wildly in your chest. You recalled your own words, because you still didn't know what drove you so much to him, enveloped in an enigmatic aura, with so many pieces around that made it difficult putting them together and figuring out the whole picture of the puzzle.

But why did it hurt so much?

Not even crying helped, since it only made your heart hurt even more, a weight pressing down on it and making breathing a difficult task, quiet sobs turn into loud gasps, the full cup of tea already forgotten in the table, burying your head between your knees, the same position you found yourself so many times when you were younger — and even if you were now a full grown adult, nothing changed at all.

You sink into yourself even more, closing your eyes and failing to notice the looming shadow behind the door.

He didn't move, forgetting to breathe. He felt the same too, long nights spent to cry his pain out, failing miserably as the first ray of the sun lightened his room. He, too, chose the darkness as his safest place — no one would judge, no one would see him, only his voices inside his head making the place too damn loud. He was silent, always alone, but he didn't fail to notice you, or the mess you found yourself in the other day. Everyone was talking about you, making him wish that he could shut them all up for good.

He left his room only when necessary, and tonight was an exception. He shouldn't be there listening to your cries, but he couldn't stop himself when he heard Dmitry mumbling something about making some more tea for you, since you skipped meals lately and worrying about your health. Lying to himself was impossible, facing the truth inside him, but he didn't dare to step inside. It would hurt you even more if in that moment you saw the cause of your pain right in front of your very eyes.

He once believed that love was something that one day would be part of him, but that was in the past, a past once more colorful, his days now filled in gray and sorrow. They were screaming inside his head, one of them telling him to go away and never look back, but another one to close the distance between him and your shaking form.

He didn't listen to them at all, feeling stuck in his steps for the first time. He could've done more, but he remained still with his back on the wall, with closed fists hanging at his sides, knowing too well that he did not deserve you, all of that love you had — you couldn't waste it for him anymore.

Managing to take a step further away and resolved to go back to his room, his boots stopped again when a familiar figure was standing still and watching him, the undecipherable look on Dmitry's face stopping him in his tracks.

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You massaged your neck for the umpteenth time that morning, muscles too stiff from the uncomfortable position you fell asleep nights ago on that chair of the cafeteria, waking up only one hour later, the fragrance of the tea barely present in the air. You manage to drink it in a few sips, the cold liquid leaving a bittersweet taste on your tongue — you definitely forget to put sugar in it, putting the cup away and taking some more minutes to stretch your stiff bones.

The days passed too slowly for your liking, distractedly listening to Rodion as he talked about which tablet purchasing since his old one abandoned him to met his tragic fate, and he couldn't stop complain for a single moment — he was almost at the end of a TV serie, and he wanted to see it so bad but he couldn't anymore. You felt grateful since he didn't bring that subject at all, saving you from the shame you still felt on your skin.

That topic still burned inside you like a flame, the only thing stuck on your mind, and not even listening to Rodion's banter helped to take your mind off. If you were called on a mission, you would definitely be in big trouble, and you were pretty sure that with that unfocused mind of yours you would end up killed sooner than later — a voice in your head whispering that it wouldn't be that bad, at least you wouldn't face that shame anymore.

You shook your head — no, you shouldn't have those thoughts even if you were joking, they were a deep hole you had already closed years ago—

"You are not listening to me, aren't you?"

A new wave of shame washed over you, going back to reality and where Rodion actually stopped his complaints. He sighs, adjusting himself to fully face you, his face strangely serious as he stares at your blank expression. He barely showed his sensitive side to anyone, protected by his exuberant behavior and a smirk always plastered on his face. No one could ever imagine him to be like that.

"Why don't you talk to him?" His tone is obvious, like stating obvious facts, making you roll your eyes annoyed.

Your angry stare doesn't make him falter at all, raising his brows and crossing his arms on his chest, trying to enforce his suggestion. Maybe he was right, but how in the world you could even talk to him, his mere presence in the same room made you desire that invisibility was a real thing, and not only from some movies you saw during your childhood.

"And what should I say to him?" the lump in your throat made your words out like a whine, swallowing before continuing. "He already knows everything, because everyone knows."

"Ask him something — anything it's better than nothing." You can easily say that he was really thinking hard, his eyes lost in front of him as he was thinking of a way to help.

And it makes you actually smile, after all of those days passed alone in your room, reminding you that you weren't alone. But when you realize that it doesn't make you feel any better, somehow it was your own selfishness that made you get up, telling him that you were going to think about it, at least — one of the worst lies you've ever said in your entire life, you leave your smile behind. Maybe it's better this way, while everything will remain the same as ever — like strangers.

[keysorsomething]

HSHSHSHSHSGDKPDOSHSH

I LOVE UR WRITING SM

CAN I REQUEST SOMETHOMG ANYTHING ABOUT RODION?

THANK YOU ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

THANK YOU SO MUCH !!

Of course, you can have Rodion stuff, I love him so much

Request Page!

Your first date with him was to Burger Town

Always begs you to go to the movies with you

Knows all the FNaF lore

If you're American he talks nonstop about how that's so cool and how cool he thinks American media is

If you're not he tries to tell you all the fun facts about America

Cried the first time he went to a 4th of July party (It was hosted by the Shadow Company group)

One time woke Yegor up asking to sleep in his bed cause he had a nightmare

Yegor did not let him sleep in his bed

Genuinely cares for and looks up to Yegor and will talk him up all of the time

That's his dad you can't convince him otherwise

You are constantly on pet-sitting duty because he IS Sputnik's uncle and that is his kid and if Nikto needs overnight sitting Sputnik sleeps in the bed.

Massive Cuddle bug

Very handsy/touchy

Kinda mfer that leads people around by the waist

Has a sports car that makes a fuck ton of noise cause it has no silencer

It has flame decals on it

[andreas-river]

Can you do 32. with Rodion pretty please :))

Prompt: 32. "i've never done this before." with Rodion.

A/N: i'm so happy that someone requested for him. Enjoy this one Anon! ;)

TW: p in v sex, sex with feelings, fingering, creampie, fluff.

Want to make a request with other prompts?

NSFW under the cut, please MDNI!

If there was anything that would make your day better, that was Rodion.

It had been several weeks since you had decided to approach him, admitting your feelings had always been out of the question until you had met him, but it was him who first sat across from you and admitted how he felt.

Rodion, one of the most genuine man you had ever met, he had spoken to you with his cheeks a little redder than usual, his tone a little lower, admitting a secret he had also been hiding for so long, finally working up the courage to tell you his feelings for you.

Since then, there have been even more glances between the two of you, or rather, he never looked away from you, with a grin on his face that made your stomach churn, always running away from the room you were both in, until he ran to you just to kiss you on the lips, leaving you both out of breath and giggling like two teenagers with their first crush.

But the thing is, you were both adults, and yet you couldn't find the courage to tell him the truth—all those kisses, all those times he left you without oxygen in your lungs, you felt warmth in your chest that could make you explode, but the words were nowhere to be found.

The soft knock on the door made you jump out of bed, you knew it was him: every night he'd come and stay with you for a while, most of the time you'd fall asleep and wake up the next morning in your empty bed—but you'd enjoy him when his lips were on yours, or when he hugged you so tightly you were on your toes.

So when you opened the door, greeted as always by his smile, you quickly let him into the room, not even giving you time to close the door when he was already wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing you languidly as he gently pushed your body to the door. His lips are surprisingly soft and warm, pressing into you as if he wanted to devour you completely.

And you let him do it, your heart pounding in your throat from the lack of air, and you only catch your breath when he begins to descend, kissing your cheek and then your jawline, finding the soft spot under your ear, a moan escaping your lips from the pressure of his lips against your skin.

When he started to kiss your neck, he stopped abruptly, looking straight into your eyes—it felt strange when he was serious, and you were so used to seeing him smile that goosebumps formed on your skin when he cupped your chin between his fingers.

"Am I going too fast?" you shook your head as soon as he asked, but he just frowned at your trembling voice. "Because you're shaking."

"I'm not-" you stop, the words dying in your mouth. You don't know why it was so hard to say, but the fear never felt more real when you were standing right in front of it. You take a breath and close your eyes on instinct. "I've never done this before."

Silence falls between a breath and another, and when you feel a pair of hands cupping your face, you open your eyes again to meet his as he closes the distance and places a soft kiss on your lips, the touch electric as his arms hold you tight.

"We'll take it slow," he whispers, his breath hot as his hands find their way to the hem of your shirt, helping you to remove it.

He continues to kiss your skin, now free of the fabric and crossed by goose bumps, maneuvering your body back to your bed, hitting the mattress until he lies on it, pulling you on top of him. He continues to caress your skin, mesmerized by the way your body reacts to his touch. When he reaches for your bra, he waits until you nod, leaving your top exposed to the fresh air, your nipples hardening between his fingers.

You stare at him in awe, drawn to his body as you try to do the same, helping you to remove his shirt, kissing each other as if your lives depended on it.

You squeal in surprise as one of his hands reaches under your shorts, his hand brushing the cotton of your panties, instinctively moving your hips back and forth, following the pace of his hand. With hazy eyes you stare at him, admiring the defined muscles to the v-line, noticing the bulge through his gym shorts, your blood flowing to your cheeks as well as in your pussy, feeling the slickness going through the material.

That's when, with a quick move, he turns your body under his, straddling you with hungry eyes, yet his touch remains soft. You were a sight for sore eyes, your skin flushed and covered with shivers. He couldn't help but lower his gaze, removing the rest of your clothes and doing the same with yours—even though he could see the anxiety in your eyes, he knew how much you wanted to see him, to taste him, to feel him.

His fingers spread your folds, wet with the excitement that made you desperate for any sort of friction. He stared at your face as he plunged his fingers into your walls, looking for any sign of discomfort—fortunately there wasn't any.

"Does it feel good?" he whispered, the mix of his accent and his fingers scissoring your hole making your back arch in pure pleasure as you whimpered a 'yes' between breathy moans.

Your legs trembled as he removed his fingers and used the gathered slick to lubricate himself, his cock gleaming between his slow strokes. Positioning himself between your legs, he lowered himself as he kissed you again, the head stroking your clit as you shivered with excitement beneath him.

"I'm going to make you feel even better, yeah?"

You nodded eagerly as his lips and tongue on your mouth distracted you for a moment, until he began to push in: it didn't hurt, but you could feel your walls stretching to accommodate him—he wasn't that big, but you could feel him everywhere, so close and entwined, like a single living being made of two souls.

Looking into his eyes again, you finally see his loving smile, his gaze so lost in yours that your heart flutters in your chest.

He begins to move cautiously, his lips never leaving yours for a moment. He takes his time to build the pleasure, squezeed inside your walls and at the same time insise your heart. He was never able to feel a strong emotion like in this moment, he always thought that sex with you would be fantastic, but then he made love and he felt his own and yours too.

Your sweet scent as he kissed your neck, your hands gripping the skin of his back as he embraced you with his arms, he couldn't help himself but he increased his thrusts, one of his hands went back to your clit—he needed to feel you, the strength of your orgasms that hit when there was nothing else but him, two bodies wrapped in one.

Even if he didn't put all his weight on yours, Rodion's body felt like a weighted blanket, your arms hugging his neck like a ship, and he, your anchor, holding you between the waves that slowly calmed down.

Sluggishly, he moved away and lay down on your side, pulling your body with him so that you were both facing each other.

As he began to pepper your face with many kisses, you giggled as he smiled between them, feeling your chest full of happiness.

"You're so fuckin sexy," he whispered as he stared at you motionlessly, dragging out every word until he crushed his lips against yours, leaving you breathless but full of love.

[keysorsomething]

Ik you’ve been getting a lot of requests for him but can you do rodion hc with a slightly chubby s/o

Of course! And, I'm glad to have so many requests for him, it really helps me to explore how I see his character. I just wasn't expecting him to be my most popular lol

I'm sorry this took a bit longer, I've been sick and I wasn't fully sure what to do for it !!

Request page !!

You're his favorite pillow.

Especially your thighs

Likes to boast that you're loved well, especially in a group of other men

"Well, I take care of my partner! They never go without!"

Likes to squish you at any opportunity

Very complementary

Is very gentle with you if you're insecure

"I understand it is hard for you, but you are my favorite sight."

Offers massages just an extra excuse to touch you some more

Likes to mention you'd fare well in the cold

"You're so warm! You will do very well when we move back to Russia!"

Likes how warm you are

Snuggles extra close when he's cold

Pouts if you have to get up to do something