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A silly fanfic where Ivan Braginsky kidnaps you and drags you to his remote hideaway for some very inappropriate fun.
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“Friends with benefits?” he repeated, studying your face with open curiosity. “Is that the way you say it?”
“No.”
“Did I say it wrong?” His thumb shifted lightly against your jaw, not enough to hurt, just enough to make sure your eyes stayed on his. “Instruct me. I don’t mind.”
“No, no! I meant… we’re not friends with benefits!”
“Ooooh…”
His smile widened, cheeks rounding in an almost absurdly cute way, suggesting a softness that felt strangely at odds with everything else about him.
“How often do you… see each other?” he asked, his voice deceptively casual, touched with the faintest hint of amusement. “Or was it just a one time thing?”
“We didn’t have sex!” you blurted, the words spilling out too fast, as if they could shield you from whatever conclusion he was forming.
“Oh?” His brow arched slightly. “So you didn’t get the chance, you mean?”
“I didn’t—”
“But you tried, yes?”
“No.”
“Not even a quick hand job?” he asked lightly, as if clarifying a minor detail on a form.
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06 Apr 2026
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Work at the embassy was easy, translate and interpret; but then he made it so much more harder.
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27 Feb 2026
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Ok kind of based off of woundilingus’s stories here on AO3.... yeah probably bad and controversial but there's worse stuff here.
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- Part 1 of Ivan's Puppy
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22 Feb 2026
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April 1945, Berlin.
From the perspective of Red Army soldier Alexei Ivanov: the outer advance into the heart of the city and the inner descent into the morality of conquest.
It maps the moment when collective vengeance collides with individual emptiness, and an encounter that follows no logic of war.
Not a story of battles, but of the aftermath that seeps into the cellars.
Of the method by which a conscience is systematically erased amid triumph.
And of a disturbing, faceless girl who, in the ruins, asks for something that is neither bread nor forgiveness.
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08 Feb 2026
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You get found in the snow by 2p!Russia
-There is some cussing and disscussion of sensitive ideas. If you are not okay with gore, cussing, or implications of rape don't read.-Bookmarked by su1cid3candy
06 Feb 2026