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I am BEGGING someone to make a s3x pollen fic about Sergei Kravinoff and a fem! reader, I NEED THIS.

Me after going to the search tab and seeing my recent searches, aka, desperate attempts to find a fic like this:

Dear Sergei Kravinoff fanfic writers,

DAYUM.

Love, im-tired-404 🫶🏻

OK WAIT OR nervous barefoot (princess)!reader x sergei…

WEIRDLY I THINK THIS WOULD ROCK,

like sergeis on a hunt, and he comes in when everyones sleeping, the guards are doing shifts or whatever, and he comes across a kitchen, and theres nervous barefoot (princess)!reader, like the daughter of the man hes supposed to kill, in your hello kitty pants and your horrible stained oversized soft shirt, BAREFOOT, facing him with your phone in your hand and another ice cream sandwich in the other, and the rest of an ice cream sandwich in your mouth, wide eyed

tbh yall just stand there. um

nervous barefoot (princess)!reader i feel like she would so offer the other sweet treat to him… slowly… dont poke the lion babes..

GAH IDK

ALRIGHT just watched kraven the hunter, ngl not the best movie… BUT what if we had lioness mutant!reader x sergei? THE “RAW” passion they would have, if they ever met, bc lioness mutant!reader wouldve been in hiding, bc what if calypso had two of those bottles when she was younger, gave the second one to lioness mutant!reader just a year apart from sergei, but lioness mutant!reader fucking freaked out and hid herself in the wilderness, just half a world apart from sergei. she gets into all sorts of trouble though, the kinds of trouble you need a lawyer for..

lioness mutant!reader finds calypso first, (duh, all women are fucking detectives) but keeps to herself, (in the future, definitely close friends)

(they have no idea about each other, until calypso)

ANYWAYS, sergei starts hearing rumors about “a huntress”, mf gets so curious, so he seeks out calypso

calypsos so confused how he doesnt know about her, “you havent found her yet?”

“her…?”

AH IDK MAYBE ILL MAKE A SERIES ABT HER

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞

Sergei Kravinoff x Reader

You're alone in the backyard of your house, surrounded by the scent of the flowers you've so carefully tended. The night breeze caresses your cheeks, but there's something else in the air: a presence. You sense it even before you hear it.

"You're too trusting for your own good, you know that?" Sergei Kravinoff says, his voice deep and drawling, emerging from the shadows like a predator on the prowl.

You turn to him, but you don't back away. Despite what you know of his reputation, you can't fear him. There's something in his gaze, in those hunter eyes, that reveals a vulnerability he'd never admit out loud.

"You shouldn't come close like that, Sergei. You might scare someone." Your voice is soft, almost joking, but he feels it like a blow to the chest. You're not scared. You never are with him, even though he knows you should be.

He takes a step forward, the moonlight illuminating his imposing figure. The muscles in his body seem tense, as if he is holding something back: an instinct, a desire.

“Not you,” he answers, crossing his arms, trying to appear indifferent. But his tone betrays him. He can’t understand how someone like you can speak so calmly, so sweetly, to a man like him.

You bend down to pick up a flower that has fallen to the ground, a white daisy, simple but beautiful. You hold it between your fingers as you smile.

“Do you want to stay a while? I could make you some tea.”

Kravinoff blinks, bewildered. Tea? No one offers him something so simple, so human. But you… you just want to share a quiet moment with him.

“Why are you doing this?” he asks, moving even closer. His voice is a whisper now, and his gaze locks with yours as if he wants to unravel the mystery of your kindness.

You look up at him, holding the daisy in your hand. There is no doubt in your eyes, no judgment, just a warmth he doesn’t think he deserves.

“Because I believe that, behind all that strength, you deserve rest, too.”

Your words completely disarm him. Sergei Kravinoff, the great hunter, the man who has faced the fiercest beasts, feels caught up in something he’s never experienced: your tenderness.

He reaches out a hand to you, hesitating for a moment, before taking the flower you offer. His fingers are large and rough, but they hold the daisy with surprising care.

“You are too sweet for this world,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Too sweet for me.”

You laugh softly, a sound he knows he will remember for the rest of his life.

“Maybe,” you admit, “but I like that you’re here.”

For the first time in years, Sergei Kravinoff allows himself to let his guard down. He sits with you in the moonlight, holding that tiny flower like it’s the most valuable treasure in the world, and even though he doesn’t say it out loud, he knows he’s hopelessly lost… and he doesn’t care.