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Stranger things Imagine

Dmitri “Enzo” Antonov x reader

Part 5 of -> https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/685741819170095104/stranger-things-imagine

zakryt' yego! -> shut it!

ty takaya krasivaya -> you’re so beautiful

The next morning ~

The feeling of being wrapped in a warm, comfortable blanket around your body slowly woke you. Your eyes flutter for a moment before opening to the bright sun shining through the barred window. It felt nice to feel the warm feeling of the sun on you, as it is a change from the constant chilling winter weather. You sigh, lifting your head up a little realizing something was laying on your shoulder.

You turn your head steadily to see Antonov next to you, sitting in the same place as last night, sleeping with his head now resting on your shoulder. You couldn’t deny the rising feelings you were developing for the Russian, I mean could you blame yourself?, he looked like a divine greek god. Especially in his sleep, you thought, feeling yourself drool as you kept your gaze on him. The sunlight hitting his face just right, making his skin seem like it was glowing, sparkling. His soft lips parted slightly, the stress of everything was swept from his face. Making him look.. peaceful. “You have a very bad habit of staring American”

you come back to reality, your eyes darting away. Your feet looking very interesting at the moment. “ oh uh sorry” you say embarrassed, wiping the actual drool coming from your mouth. Antonov closely watched you, concerned at your mood change. Bringing his hand down to your thigh, gripping it softly. “ are you alright? I apologize if I make you uncomfortable American” Antonov says sincerely. “No!” You exclaim, Antonov almost flinching at your loud outburst. “ no- I mean your not.. your just really—“ you try to explain yourself to him, trying to avoid revealing your real feelings of him. “ I’m just?..” Antonov encouraged you to continue. “ you.. you don’t make me uncomfortable, quite the opposite actually..” you look down, twiddling your fingers to avoid looking at him. “ I don’t quite understand American?” Antonov confusingly asks.

You huff softly, before bringing your gaze back to his eyes. “ you make me feel— safe, I mean.. as safe as I could feel in a Russian prison, 5,000 miles away from home.” You sigh, looking back down at your feet, smiling softly. “ hey, look at me” Antonov whispers, reaching one of his hands out to turn your jaw to face him. “ we will make it out of this, trust me” his eyes watch as yours pool with tears, slowly falling.

Antonov pulls you onto him, holding onto you as you sob into his chest, slowly rubbing your back to try to calm you. “ I-I’m never gonna see my family, my friends, my dog again!” You sob out, grasping onto him, tears staining Antonov’s shirt. Antonov stayed quiet, continuing to rub your back.

After awhile, you calmed down a bit, still sobbing softly while you sat on Antonov’s lap sideways. Your head resting on his chest. “ have you calmed down now?“ Antonov asks you softly. Nodding, you reach one of your hands up to wipe your eyes before Antonov pulls your hand away with his. “Listen to me American, we will make it out of this— you just have to trust me” squeezing your hand gently. You nod at him as you watch him bring your hand up to his lips, kissing it so carefully, as if you were made out of porcelain. The feeling of his lips touching your skin, a shiver goes down your spine. Antonov stares up into your eyes, keeping his lips on your hand for a second longer before pulling away, rubbing his thumb across your hand gently, the same spot where his lips previously were.

Both of you enjoy the silence, the soft breathing between you two was the only thing heard. “ once we get out of here, maybe you could introduce me to your dog.” Antonov suggests, making you roll your eyes. “If we get out of here” you correct him, your head still resting on his chest. “Once we do, I’ve always been a big dog person, I bet he’ll love me” he says to you.

“ first of all, he’s a she, and her name is Ziggy” you smartly say back to him, rolling your eyes. “ Ziggy? — oh! Like the song? By David Bowie if I am right” Antonov questions himself. You widen your eyes “you know David Bowie?” You say suprised. Now it was Antonov’s turn to roll his eyes, “ of course, what did you think American? I live under rock?” Antonov chuckles, you shrug at his question “ I mean—“ Antonov brings his hand to his heart, dramatically sighing “ you hurt me women” you start laughing, Antonov joining in. “zakryt' yego!” a guard outside of the cell yells, making you both turn to eachother, grinning big before bursting out laughing again. Antonov is the first to stop, admiring the joy on your face, how he wishes he could bring more to you. “ty takaya krasivaya..” he mutters out, you bring your focus back to him “ huh? What’d you say?” You question him, Antonov quickly responds “ oh nothing— just talking to myself.” He says, feeling warmth rise to his cheeks.

You look up at barred windows that were protruding rays of sunlight not so long ago, the winter clouds gusting over top, bringing back the chilling weather as usual. “Thank you” Antonov looks over to you, your face staring out beyond the barred windows, with a small smile on your face. “ what for?“ he asks, your head turning to him, you open your mouth before pausing for a second “ for giving me hope “ you say quietly, only for him to hear.

Antonov smiles back at you, bringing his hand up to your face. “ you truly are something, American” Antonov says, caressing his hand down your cheek before bringing it down to your lips. Slowly gliding his thumb on your bottom lip, making your lips part. Slowly, his lips touch yours, moving against each-other in a gentle way. Antonov’s hand resting on your neck. You both take your lips off each-other, panting softly. “ so I was right, you did fall for my good looks” Antonov says, whispering into your ear.

Part 6 -> https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/686910127002075136/stranger-things-imagine

Stranger things Masterlist -> https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/686237253388926976/stranger-things-masterlist

#dmitri antonov #enzo #stranger things #enzo x reader #stranger things x reader #enzo stranger things #antonov #dmitri antonov x reader

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iluvroc · 2 years

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Stranger Things Masterlist

Eddie Munson ->

(Coming soon)

Steve Harrington ->

(Coming soon)

Dmitri Antonov ->

(What if you were stuck in a Russian prison instead of Hopper? ->

1 -> https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/685741819170095104/stranger-things-imagine

2-> https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/685866512134881280/stranger-things-imagine

3-> https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/685906803226279936/stranger-things-imagine

4-> https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/685998040808587265/stranger-things-imagine

5 -> https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/686327074038972416/stranger-things-imagine

6 -> https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/686910127002075136/stranger-things-imagine

(Rewriting part 6!)

Nsfw alphabet ->

https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/686182075425079297/dmitri-enzo-antonov-nsfw-alphabet

#dmitri antonov #enzo #stranger things #enzo x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x you

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Dmitri “Enzo” Antonov NSFW alphabet

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

Afterwards, He is all over you, kissing any bruises he left on your body praising you softly and telling you how much he loves you. Making you melt in his touch as he continues with this until you both fall asleep

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

He would have a hard time picking his favorite body part of you, but if he would have to go with one it would be your eyes. Loving to see the pleasure he brings to you through them, loving to watch them roll back as you ride his cock.

If he had to pick favorite part of his body it would definitely be his hands, the amount of pleasure his hands gives you makes them #1 he also loves holding you in them, whether that be your faces, your hands, or your ass

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He isn’t a big fan of making a mess of you, often preferring to cum inside of you, or on your stomach/ass.

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

Loves when you go down on him, the sight of you on your knees with your pretty mouth wrapped around his length, trying to swallow him whole could make him cum in a second.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

As experienced as the next guy, not much of a player as you would think.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves trying new positions, but cowgirl would be his favorite. Loving to see you on top of him, Squeezing your ass as you bounce up and down on his cock, letting you do all the work as he leans back, thrusting upwards every now and then to hear your pretty voice.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is more serious in the moment, wanting to make sure you’re enjoying it as much as him

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

He makes sure he’s shaved and clean, not wanting a mess of hair down there

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Definitely very intimate during the moment, stopping to pull you into a deep kiss and make sure you’re ok before resuming

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I doubt he would do it unless he was away from you for too long, I don’t think he would care about his own release though, focusing more on pleasing you and making you cum

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This man definitely has a breeding kink and loves giving you a cream pie. The thought of seeing your'e stomach round with his son/daughter turns him on to the next level.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He is a very possessive man, not wanting anyone else to see you except him so it almost never goes out of the bedroom, the most having to be in private

Despite being intimate and romantic with you, he actually has a thing for fucking you on the floor or ground. Something so dirty and raw about it turns him on even more.

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

Goes with Location, the thought of fucking you on the floor or ground gets him going

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

As much as you beg him, he would never intentionally hurt you. Never wanting to inflict on his love

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

Loves going down on you more than anything, staring up at your dazed pleasureful face as his tongue hit deep inside of you, loving the taste of you on his tongue

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Starting, he is very slow-paced, not wanting to hurt you as much as you assure him you want it but once he gets into the heat of the moment, he pounds into you hard in fast, his hips slapping against yours, hitting spots deep inside of you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He would bend you over anytime you guys are in private, bringing you over the edge before him would be his top priority.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Would be hesitant about taking any risks of doing anything that could potentially hurt you. There couldn’t be any scenario where he would want to put you at risk of anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last quiet awhile, of course holding out till he’s made you cum atleast several times

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn’t have any toys, preferring to use his hands and mouth to pleasure you rather than a lousy toy he thinks

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

For the most part he isn't too keen on teasing you but, some days it seems as that would be all he likes. Edging you until you plead for more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Definitely a groaner, seeing you take him makes his head throw back with a deep groan. Would moan softly at the sight of you taking him in his mouth

W = Wild card (nicknames he would call you)

He would go for the more classic nicknames for you, like ‘love’ ‘darling’ ‘dove’ loving to see your cheeks flustered at his nicknames for you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s about the average size, 5-6 inches, but is very thick, stretching you out enough for you to arch your back in pleasure.

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

Overall not as bad as yours, which makes you initiate things more than him

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Would definitely wait for you to fall asleep before him, wanting to make sure you get rest. Once he’s sure you’re asleep, he pulls you towards him putting his head on top of yours as he wraps his arms around you.

Stranger Things Masterlist ->

https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/686237253388926976/stranger-things-masterlist

#enzo x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #enzo #dmitri antonov #enzo stranger things

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iluvroc · 2 years

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Thought about making Spotify playlist for stranger things characters, so far I’ve done Enzo :D (obv I had to do him first)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/64kegHiXHVvRULweiOy8vp?si=2FlT75T_RR-pOgihevAPPg

#dmitri antonov #enzo #stranger things #Spotify #enzo x reader #stranger things x reader

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Stranger Things Imagine

Dmitri “Enzo” Antonov x reader

Part 4 of - https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/685741819170095104/stranger-things-imagine

A week later -

staring out into the small window laced with bars, fresh snow coating the old icy layers beneath it. you thought back to the last time you saw Antonov. He told you of a man who he trusted to help take your friends to Russia and get him the money so you could get out of here. It's been a week since then and so far you both haven't heard any word from this man. you sigh, going back to lay down and rest.

Antonov's P.O.V

Ushering prisoners back into the prison a sudden ringing sound fills the surrounding. Quickly, looking in both directions to make sure no one sees him, he walks over to the rattling telephone. "hello?" he says into the phone "Antonov!. It is Yuri." says the voice through the phone. making a glance up and around, pulling the telephone closer to him " why are you calling me here? are you mad?" Antonov moved his hand to his face to pinch his nose in irritation.

" I know. I am very sorry. I just felt you should know that there has been.." the man pauses before continuing ".. a slight change in plans." Antonov grips the phone harder " what? what has happened?" the man chuckles " I just got off the phone with your warden, a very productive call" Antonov's eyes widen hearing distant footsteps getting closer.

"Yuri thinks, why not keep the forty grand and make extra money?" Antonov cuts him off at the end "that wasn't the deal." he states angrily. " but it is a better deal for Yuri, yes?" the man laughs into the telephone. Before stopping " and you know what is worth more than that? corrupt guards"

Antonov looks up to see guards running at him, "what have you done?" he takes a step back, turning to see more guards in the other direction. " you son of a bitch" Antonov spits out before suddenly being shoved against the wall by a guard, cuffing him from behind before hitting him over the head with the bottom of a rifle, knocking Antonov out cold.

Your P.O.V

you wake to the sound of your cell door creaking open, then a loud thump to the ground below. "Raz uzh ty tak lyubish' amerikantsev, to mozhesh' spat' s odnim" the guards spit out, before slamming the cell door shut and walking off.

You bring your eyes to the body laying on the ground, before widening them at the realization of whose body it was. "Antonov?" you whisper, looking down at him in disbelief. Antonov groans as he goes to sit down against the wall, rubbing his face with his hand

" Your eyes don't deceive you American." he says huffing, " I'm a prisoner now. Yuri, that son of a bitch, he betrayed me, betrayed us" you felt the air getting sucked out of you, all hope of making it home drained out of your head quickly. " y-you you said we could trust him!" stumbling over your words as tears threaten to fall from your eyes. he brings his gaze up towards yours, " you think this was my plan? to get myself thrown into prison, denounced as a traitor to my country?" he spits out before sighing closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall.

" there's still a way out of this.." he thinks out loud, you get up from the cell bed, walking over to sit against the wall, next to him "and what's your plan this time sherlock? if you haven't noticed we're both stuck in a cell this time" you question snarkily at him. He laughs softly at your comment, shrugging his shoulders. " I truly do not know, but don't lose hope now American we will find a way out of this," he assures you putting his hand on your knees. You shiver at his touch, gazing up at his eyes, holding eye contact for a few seconds before a cold gust lifted you back into reality. The chill makes your body and teeth chatter, making you wrap your lame excuse for a winter coat tighter around your body.

The sound of a zipper makes you turn your head to Antonov, seeing him take off his coat, reaching his hand out to give it to you " here" he says " you need it more than me Antonov" you push it back towards him, only for him to do the same thing. "I'll be fine, I'm used to cold, unlike you American" he chuckles watching you grab the coat from his hand, wrapping it around your shoulders. "well if you're gonna be smart about it then maybe I will take it" you huff out. The warmth of his jacket already ridding you of the cold you felt before. You smile to yourself, the feeling of butterflies in your stomach growing.

" thank you, for everything, even if it ended up with us both stuck," you say to him giving him a soft smile, Antonov returns your smile before looking up at the ceiling, then looking back at you “ thank me when we’re both out of here, hopefully, I’ll be able to see that pretty face without bruises covering it.” A blush creeps up onto your face at his comment, bringing your face into the two coats covering you to save you from letting him see how his words affected you. Slowly, your eyes begin to feel heavy, closing them before nodding off into sleep.

Part 5 -> https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/686327074038972416/stranger-things-imagine

Stranger Things Masterlist ->

https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/686237253388926976/stranger-things-masterlist

#enzo x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #enzo #dmitri antonov

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Stranger Things Imagine

Dmitri “Enzo” Antonov

Part 3 of - https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/685741819170095104/stranger-things-imagine

Your eyes widen, you take a deep sigh of relief as he takes his hand away from your mouth. “ that’s great news” bringing a hand up to your bruised cheekbone, wincing hard at the sharp pain. “ really had to sell the big, mean, Russian guard role huh?” You huffed out. Antonov chuckled softly at your comment, bringing his hand up to inspect your cheek “ you will live, I didn’t take Americans to be so sensitive” he says, moving to stand next to you.

Your mouth gaped at his comment, playfully punching him in the arm “you shoved me onto metal tracks!” Frowning at the smirk that was forming on his face. “ as you said American, it would be suspicious if I went easy on a prisoner” he said as he reached to his pockets for a cigarette.

Rolling your eyes with a sigh, You closely watched his movements as he brought the un-lit cigarette between his lips. Not realizing how long you were staring, Antonov glances out of the corner of his eye to look at you, his lips turning to smile “ you know it’s bad to stare at people American” Antonov says as you divert your gaze from him to look anywhere but him as your cheeks turned red. “ I was not.” you defended, still trying not to look at the smug look on his face. “I’d say you’re falling for my good looks” he says, making your head whip towards him, cheeks redder than before. “I- no I am not” You struggle to say to him, Antonov gives you a disbelieving gaze.

You huffed, diverting your gaze from him to the frozen, snow ridden mountains in the distance. Though, you thought to yourself, You would be lying to say he wasn’t good looking. A blush creeping to your face again at the thought.

the sound of heavy footsteps cut your daydreaming as they got closer to both of you. Antonov looks to where the sound is coming from, seeing a guard coming in the direction he sighs annoyed, “любопытный ублюдок” Antonov says under his breath, before walking in front of you with a look of sympathy. “I apologize for this” he tells you as you look at him confused “what- what do you m-“ he cuts you off with a hard punch to the face, knocking you down to the cold, snow ridden ground. Your eyes flutter, seeing another pair of boots walk towards you, hearing faint voices, before blood blocks your vision and blacking out.

You wake to the feelings of someone carrying you, “ Antonov?” You say dazed, trying to make out the figures face, before the darkness swallowing you.

Back in the cell

You groan bringing your hand to your face, feeling a strong throbbing pain in your head as you sit yourself up on the bed. “ oh you’re finally awake, I was afraid I put you in a coma” a voice says from the cell door that you’ve grown familiar to, not needing to look up to see who it was. “ was that your plan” you say grumbly, sitting up to look at Antonov. He turns to look at you through the bars “ I assure you American, it was not my intent to mess up your pretty face” he comments as he goes to unlock your cell door, a blush rising to your cheeks at his comment.

“ uh- what are you doing?” You ask Him as he slowly opens the door, as to not alert any other guards. He walks up to you kneeling down in front of you, reaching his hand in his coat, pulling out vodka and a rag. Unscrewing the top, pouring some onto the small rag.

He looks up at you “ this might hurt a little” he whispers, bringing the rag to your bloody cheek, wiping softly. You wince at the contact, tears threatening to fall from your eyes at the burning sensation.

Antonov continues wiping the rag across your cuts until the dried blood is gone from your face. He pulls the rag away from your cheek, Inspecting to make sure he didn’t miss anything as he puts the vodka and rag back in his pocket.

You stare back at him, feeling his breath on yours, not realizing how close you were. He looks you in the eyes with his blue orbs that seemed to glow in the moons light, then to your lips. It felt like time stopped for a moment, until voices coming from outside the cell startled you both, Antonov quickly standing up, walking towards the door, then stopping to look back at you “goodnight” he nods to you, shutting the cell door and locking it, walking off into the night.

Part 4 -> https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/685998040808587265/stranger-things-imagine

Stranger Things Masterlist ->

https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/686237253388926976/stranger-things-masterlist

#enzo x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #enzo #dmitri antonov

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Stranger Things Imagine

Dmitri “Enzo” Antonov x reader

What if you were stuck in a Russian prison instead of Hopper?

Part 2 of — https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/685741819170095104/stranger-things-imagine

“ I get you that money and I’m out of here?” You questioned him. Antonov glances back at you, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette, then dropping it to the ground before stepping on it to put it out. You shift nervously, waiting for an answer from him. “ you get me that money American, I get you out of motherland” he says, then looking away “ although I am not sure how you would be able to from behind bars” he ponders as you stand up quickly from the bed “ my- my friends in America! they can get you the money” you explain to him desperately. He goes to take something out of his pocket, handing it to you through the barred door. “ A pen?” You ask confusingly “ how do you expect me to find them American?” He chuckles softly, your cheeks turning red as you rip a piece off of your blouse to write on. “ here” you hand the address and number to him. He takes it from you, inspecting it for a second then shoving it into his pocket. He looks at you putting his hand through the bars to grip your shoulder. “ I’ll see what I can do” he assures, walking away from the cell. You smile as you hear his footsteps slowly fade.

The next day -

You jolt up at the sound of banging against the cell door “get up!” A guard yelled, as he opened the cell door, storming to you and gripping you by the arm, dragging you out of the cell. You wince start the guards grip on your arm as he continues to drag you through the prison until you are outside where they’re are other prisoners working. “ well? What are you waiting for!” The guard spits out as he shoves you in the direction of the rest of the prisoners. You walk over, shivering as a cold gust passed you, looking around you spot a similar face staring right back at you. Antonov nods at you, then walks away out of your line of sight. You look down at the tool on the ground, reaching to get it, you get to work.

As you go to wipe your head of sweat you suddenly feel someone shove you from behind, you crash to the cold snowy ground hitting the side of your head hard on the metal tracks. “ you call this work American?” The familiar voice says as they go to grab you from the back, picking you back ur on your feet and dragging you out of eye view. One they stopped dragging you, your eyes flutter open to look up. “Antonov?” You groan out, going to grip your head with your hand. “what hell was that for?” You argue, clearly annoyed. “ I apologize, but it was necessary” he states out to you. Your eyes furrow as you scowl at him “necessary?? How the hell was it ne-“ he cuts me off, putting his hand on my mouth and putting a finger to his mouth shushing me as to not alert anyone. “ I reached your friends American, they should receive my letter by morning” he whispers to you.

Part 3 -> https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/685906803226279936/stranger-things-imagine

Stranger Things Masterlist ->

https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/686237253388926976/stranger-things-masterlist

#enzo x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #dmitri antonov #enzo

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Stranger things Imagine

Dmitri “Enzo” Antonov x reader

What if you were stuck in a Russian prison instead of hopper?

This is my first fanfic so hopefully it’s ok! 😅

The cold crept up my body, fresh snow piling at my feet. My eyelids fluttering to take in my surrounding. Suddenly, the jolt feeling of hitting the ground went through my body. Wincing, I look up to see who caused my fall. Two men stood in front of me staring me down. “ This is your home now American” one of them said, laughing as they slammed the barred door shut, they’re footsteps slowly fading away into the distance. My vision soon went dark as the cold cement ground lured me to sleep.

I soon woke up to the sound of a banging on the barred door. I look up, the fear showing in my eyes as I struggled to stand up due to my cuffed hands to face the disturbance. “Hope you had a good sleep American” a man said with a strong Russian accent. I walk closer to the door, my cuffed hands wrapping around the bars as I begin to plead at the man “ there must’ve been a mistake I- I shouldn’t be here!” I exclaimed at the man, looking at him in disbelief. “ I assure you American, that it is not a mistake.” Says the man as he leans against the barred door, reaching down into his pockets to grab something. “I don’t understand, where am I?.” I look around slowly.“you, American”, he cuts off to stick a cigarette between his lips, “are in the motherland” he looked back as he spoke, smiling a strangely friendly smile. I walk away from the barred door to sit on my horrible excuse for a bed. I try to lay down but the cuffs prevent me. I groaned loudly sitting back up again, staring out of the cell to the man “are these cuffs really necessary, I assure you I won’t run off.” I huffed out, “obviously i have no way to run”. A laugh comes out of the man “ you are very humorous American” he exclaims, as he puffs smoke from the cigarette. “my name isn’t ‘American’ it’s y/n” I rolled my eyes, as he glanced back at me. “ what a beautiful name” he charms as my cheeks became a rosy color, even more so from the cold air. “Well, what’s yours?” I squint at him. “Antonov” he says. “ well, Antonov, is there anyway you’ll let me out of here?” I questioned, hoping to be able to persuade him.“ he curled his lip upward looking at me from the corner of his eye. “ are you trying to proposition me American.” He says in a amused, but charming way. My face almost turning red. “N-no! I mean, no!, I just need to get out of here!” I stammer, stuttering over my words. Antonov still had that amused look on his face making my face flustered. “ I think I’m starting to like you, so I’ll cut you a deal.” He says in a suggesting tone.

Part 2 -> https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/685866512134881280/stranger-things-imagine

Stranger Things Masterlist ->

https://iluvroc.tumblr.com/post/686237253388926976/stranger-things-masterlist

#stranger things #enzo #stranger things x reader #enzo x reader #dmitri antonov

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