#rodion x fem 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.

[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]

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]

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]

➷ 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]

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]

I would like to request a Nikto x Reader :)

Nikto overheard a conversation you were having with the other operators on base about how beautiful the nearby flowers are blooming in spring. He has begun a daily ritual of hiking up the hill to find the prettiest and gathering them for you. Secretly leaving little bouquets in places you would find.

ʻʻLingering scentʼʼ

Pairing: Nikto x Fem!Reader

TW: none, mostly fluff.

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He never meant to eavesdrop on you.

That’s what he repeated to himself every time, watching the space ahead of him but with his ears focused on the tone of your voice, hearing the smile that you had. He never felt it before, nor did he know that you could feel a smile in someone’s voice.

There were small details, the way you pointed at the flowers outside on the way to the base, his eyes travelling all the way around to see the camp at the side of the road.

And to be honest with himself, he never noticed them, until now.

He couldn’t ever be a gentleman, there was no way that he saw himself give a bouquet of flowers to someone. The thought almost made him feel sick from the bottom of his stomach.

That same night, Nikto walked out of the base, a flashlight in his left hand as his boots left imprints on the cold ground. The snow was long gone, the days were becoming longer and longer, feeling like a fish out of water as the temperatures became warmer.

When he dropped down and pointing the light at them, gloved fingers brushing at the stem as he picked it from the ground, he realized that he never observed a flower in his entire life. The petals looked so bright under the artificial light, the center a bright yellow, reminding him of the time he saw you wear a yellow shirt.

He never expected to see you with that color on you, attracting more than a few pair of eyes, yet you walked straight like you weren’t a complete walking headlight.

He collected others from the ground, without even counting them as he held them in his other hand, walking back while trying to figure out a plan to give them to you. That’s when the thought hit him like a train: he was planning to give you a bouquet of flowers.

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The following day, he stayed more than usual at shooting wooden targets with his rifle, his fingers tingling as if pure electricity was flowing in his veins, trying to keep himself at bay. He still remembers how he found himself searching for anything that could’ve kept the flowers together, finding only a rubber band inside one of his drawers.

He didn’t know what was driving him to such actions, he just felt like it was the right thing to do after hearing what you said.

At one point, he was forced by his teammates to get out from the training area, almost pushing him all the way. He sat with them as they were eating their lunch, his box still closed—he would eat it only in the privacy of his own room.

Still distracted by the flow of his own thoughts, he didn’t acknowledge your presence until you walked by, surprised to see you alone. He listened as you asked for a plastic cup—a bit weird, bottles were most used, until he watched you pouring water inside it as you gently placed flowers inside. Those flowers.

Until you turned in his direction, finally going back to reality and seeing his teammates waving at you, inviting you to sit with them.

He didn’t realize he was staring at you until your eyes watched him back, yet your smile never faltered for a moment, sitting in front of him and placing the flowers on the table.

“And where did those come from?”

He watched you blush at the question, murmuring that you didn’t know, and telling how you found the little bouquet of flowers tied at the handle of your door that same morning.

He held back a groan as Rodion tried to understand who could have been the gentleman behind that gesture, your face becoming redder by the second as his teammate tried to think of any person.

You let out a nervous laugh, distractedly fixing the flowers inside the cup.

His heart skipped a beat when you shifted your gaze on him, even if it was only for a moment.

—

It happened again, and again, your room perfumed from all those flowers that somehow ended up in spots where you always went. Always held by a rubber band, always tucked in a corner—yet you knew exactly what the corner would be.

You were dying of curiosity since that morning you first found them, soon being aware that someone was doing that on purpose, but not leaving any trace behind.

But you knew better than that.

The way he stared at you—someone even said that he was a creep, but there was more than meets the eye. The more you watched him, the more you started to understand that his eyes gave out more about him, or the way his legs shifted when he was sitting, or how he crossed his arms in his chest or if he left them at his sides.

It was a difficult book to read, too many difficult words to understand and concepts hard to grasp at first glance.

But you wanted to know more, to know him more and the reason behind those flowers.

Slowly sticking your head out of your room and closing the door behind you, you stealthily walked out, going straight to your favorite spot in the little yard of the base. You could feel your heart beating loudly in your chest, almost afraid that someone could hear it, even if it was impossible.

At night everything was easier for you. It happened occasionally in the past that you would meet him, the insomnia having the best of you both, ending up talking—you would always do most of the talk, he would just sit and listen at everything, from the gossips that went around the base to personal matters that heaved on you, feeling almost childish to trust him so blindly.

Apart from seeing him in the field, you knew nothing about him, except all the thing other said about him. All the rumors that went around the base, the way everyone dared to talk behind his back but shutting their mouth the moment his shadow appeared closer to them. They were afraid of him, that was obvious.

But that didn’t stop you at all, reasons why you sat under that tree in the middle of the night, waiting for him to appear.

Little did you know that he was observing you from afar, trying to walk his way around but knowing well why you picked that spot—you already knew. And like in that moment, you already managed to put yourself in his way, always stopping him in his tracks at every inopportune—and opportune moment.

The dirt under his boots made enough noise to attract your attention, watching you turn around, your eyes light up the moment you saw him. No one ever watched him that way.

“You should sleep at this hour.”

Your smile widened after his words. “I can say the same about you.”

He didn’t answer your statement, the flowers in his pocket burning like fire, their perfume making his head spin. He noticed the way you breathed in, surely noticing the sweet scent lingering around him. Not saying a word, you just shifted, making space for him on the bench, patting the cold material with your hand and inviting him to sit.

After a moment, he obliges.

For some time, he just imitates what you do, watching the sky above, clouds and stars blending in one big painting, letting all thoughts slip away from his mind, somehow less clouded than ever.

You let the wind do the talk this time, your smile never faltering for a moment, not even when he finally gets up from the bench, the first lights of dawn filling the sky in bright stripes. He cannot help but feel the shadow of a smile forming behind his mask as your lips murmur a ‘thank you’, voice too low to understand—but you both surely didn’t need the voice to understand each other.

You follow him soon after, this time leaving the scent from the chamomile flowers lingering for a bit longer on that bench, their petals flying away with the wind of that new morning.

[andreas-river]

He's Like Art [Nikto X Fem!Reader]

Summary: They always told you that Nikto was a monster- but you never believed them. And you were right.

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, mention and description of sex, fem!reader. 18+ MDNI!

Disclaimer: I do not own any MW characters. English is not my native language.

From the result of this poll.

Cross-Posted on AO3 here.

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You can't stand him anymore.

It's the thought of him that reverberates in your body, you still see his blue eyes watching you, trying to run towards you, getting carried away and fainting in the arms of the enemy.

Or his body pinning yours, the wall on your back taking your breath away - no more movement, the eyes of the predator staring at you, his prey caught in his arms, but his fangs are nowhere to be seen, and that's not because of the mask that covers his face.

Or your arms around his waist, stopping his pacing around the room for the first time, almost as if his soul is leaving his body - and then he's back, turning away to hide the tears in his eyes, too proud to show them, even if you already knew it.

Or his other self, cold, loveless, it's almost like having a corpse that can walk, a trembling mass trapped inside himself, his hands reaching for you as if floating in nothingness, your body the only thing that can give him hope, the survival instinct kicking in and finally hitting back at you - you don't even care about the numerous bruises on your arms, waist or legs, or even shoulder to neck.

Or his eyes, impenetrable walls, swimming on yours, making their way into your heart - or the walls of your private parts, stretching you, realigning all your limbs, hitting points and hungrily devouring your tongue, abandoning your body to him, his hands wandering over your skin, your hips, your chest, getting carried away by him, surrendering to him, possessing your body and soul, making you a small trembling body under him, your mind blank from the start.

You open your eyes abruptly, stretching your stiff body, staring at the ceiling while your mind slowly remembers the past day and you feel goosebumps on your skin.

It wasn't your first time, but it looked like it: he knew exactly where and how to put his hands, or his lips or-

The door of your room was pushed wide open, a slender figure entered-Rodion, then the door was closed again: blue eyes stared at you, the sly smile on his face made you curl up in the blankets.

"Details please!" You feel his weight at your side and gasp in annoyance as he pulls the blankets off your body.

He was being obnoxious.

And yet your best friend.

"Yes," you said simply, feeling a familiar heat rise in your face. You can still feel him.

"Yes... what?" he stared at you, not letting go.

"Yes, we DID it!" you almost yell, then slap your hand over your mouth. For all you know, he could even be on the other side of the door.

He started giggling, at which point you jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom: In the mirror you saw someone you didn't immediately recognize: your lips were a little swollen and red, your hair a complete mess, and a purple mark on your neck- shit.

At least it's not summer.

¤

Later in the day, after all the questions from Rodion, you knew you'd soon come face to face with him. That's when the thought hit you like a runaway train as you wandered the corridors of the base.

You love him.

But you're not sure it's the same for him.

You stop in front of a door, instinctively your feet had brought you to the one person who filled your thoughts. You knock on the door and wait for an answer.

It was faster than expected, in front of you stood a man, not a monster as many think- wearing only normal clothes: no protection, a scarf that reached only to the nose, the rest of the face free of his usual balaclava, no visible weapons- at least. He always carries a pistol. "You never know," was his response.

"You came here to stare at me?" his voice snapped you back to reality, you try to ignore the goosebumps on your skin and take out a small box from your pocket, which he hands you.

"Ibuprofen." You've already noticed that the room behind him was completely dark and that he regularly retreated to his room without ever leaving it, without making a sound, only discovering his migraine later.

He really didn't expect that, his blue eyes filled with a different light. He beckons you in, closing the door behind him and leaving the room in a dim light, your eyes catching only the outline of his body nestled against yours, almost touching, and you don't even notice that he's sandwiching you between him and the wall.

"You should run." He says in a firm voice, but he doesn't let his arms leave your side.

"I don't want to." You stare into his eyes again, like a deer in headlights.

You catch a glimpse of part of his scarred face, part of it like he's been burned, the rest just scars, healed on the outside, less so on the inside.

You slowly take his face in your small hands and notice that he no longer twitches. You caress him, trying to reach his soul - he has already given it to you, you were so different from the beginning: you always managed to get under his skin, to destroy all his defenses and at the same time make him feel protected.

He lets out a little sigh, leans his body against yours, and his lips burn on the skin of your neck, returning to the same place as last night, making you giggle with the tickle of his lips.

"Again?" you ask him breathlessly, your heart already racing, his lips twisting into a slight smile that gives him a serene expression.

"And more."