#fyodor dostoevsky

[kisakis-boyfriend]

🎃 nsfw headcanons for fyodor, nikolai, and sigma (+dazai and chuuya if you’d like) with a werewolf s/o?

Author's Note: I'll do Dazai and Chuuya in a separate post, thanks to tag limitations 😔

Pairings: Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma x male reader (separately)

Warnings: Male werewolf!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!characters, mentions of breeding, knotting, biting, scratching, leashing, mindbreak (Fyodor), virginity kink (Sigma)

Fyodor

The 'fake dom' Slut

Fyodor likes to pretend that he's in control, but really, who's he fooling?

Trying to control a semi-feral beast. Yeah, good luck, buddy

You'll allow our favorite skinny Russian to put you on a leash, but it's only because you know that he can't hold onto it while you're railing the brains out of him

Fyodor is literally folded in half in a mating press, drooling like a whore. And you're loving every second of it

He definitely keeps track of the moon cycles — clearing his schedule on full moons and coming up with an excuse to be around you those nights

If your human form is also bigger/taller/more muscular than him; Fyodor will swoon

Not that he wouldn't swoon anyways, no matter what your human form looks like. He's just possibly got a little size kink 🤐

Nikolai

The Overt Slut

Nikolai is so not subtle…

"Oh my, what sharp teeth you have. You could totally bite me and make me bleed haha :)"

"Such sharp claws… it would be a shame if you accidentally scratched me with them!"

"What a big, thick cock! I could never take one that big… unless? 👀"

He'll sit next to you, knowing that you can see his phone screen, and look at werewolf knotting porn 😐

I mean, literally. NOT subtle in the least

Nikolai loves when you take control and breed all of his little holes

Just manhandle him and cover him in your seed please. You'll have a very happy jester in your possession

Personally, I think Niko has higher than average stamina; so he'd be able to go quite a few rounds, even after you knot him. If you want to keep rutting into him, he's all the happier ☺️

Sigma

The Shy Slut

“I am not taking that! You'll never fit!”

30 minutes later, Sigma is crying as you pound the virginity out of him

Sigma acts like he doesn't enjoy being filled and having some rough sex, but it's just his insecurities, really

If you make him feel loved, he will eventually agree to certain things :)

Always screaming "I can't take it!" Or "it won't fit" but, again, none of that is true

Sigma easily becomes your moaning slut once your dick is fully sheathed within his gummy walls

Full moons make him nervous — he, conveniently, hangs out with you on those dates though…

Sitting in your lap as the sun sets, cupping your face and requesting kisses too

In a rare, confident display, your pretty boy will ask you to fuck him in your werewolf form all on his own

Still complains about his sore ass and the scratches covering his body tomorrow though 😶‍🌫️

[rosentraume]

fyodor’s deathniversary

[nixnephili]

Hi, long time no see.

So a lot happened recently, but the cliffnotes here are that Goretober is very near and I'm getting ready for it.

Just wanted to throw this little bit of concepting in before continuing with work.

I'll go over the details of this year's Gotetober in the next post dw dw

Anyway that's it for now..

-Nix🌙

[theangelsheardyou]

I wish gay people were real and not just made up for the bungou stray dogs cinematic universe

[shisasan]

26 September, 1880 Leo Tolstoy in his letter to Nikolai Strakhov

[teeniebeenie]

[nirhia]

Cinnamonroll and nikolai

[kisakis-boyfriend]

I Heart Subs ❤️ pt. 6

Subby boys who are THEE definition of ‘dom in the streets, princess in the sheets’

Bigger, beefier, and/or exuding total dominant energy in public/around anyone else. Whenever the two of you are out together you're always the assumed sub – but you know the truth. That man becomes your pliant little slut when the bedroom door closes

His knees press into the pillow that you so lovingly placed under him, since you knew you'd be here a while. His lips are stretched around your cock, sucking you off with tears welling in those gorgeous eyes. A hand on the back of his head prevents him from coming up for air despite his whines as he tries to do just that

You reluctantly let him pop off of you, gasping and coughing while strings of spit mixed with cum hang from his wet lips. The sound of your belt jingling pulls his full attention back to you – taking the leather and wrapping it around his neck like a pretty collar

“B-baby...aah...” He breathes, “P-please– I'll be your good boy...you don't have to– aah! Shi-iit...” His hands shoot up and claw at the makeshift collar after you tighten it, tugging him forward until his cheek presses against your cock

“If ya didn't struggle so much I wouldn't fucking have to. Now open up, maybe if you behave I'll have a reward f'you, hm?” Your sadistic grin sends shivers straight down his spine, but he obeys regardless. Licking at the leaky tip before taking the whole length down his throat

Alternatively...

The muscles in his arms and legs tremble while you rail him on your bed, growling something lewd against his skin as your cock drags against his walls

It's hot – he's panting and sweaty, completely drunk from your fat dick stretching his hole open. Embarrassing sounds won't stop tumbling from his lips, not that he's exactly trying to hide them...

A loud smack resounds throughout the room, followed by your voice close to his ear, “Hgh-! Fuck...yer squeezin' me so good. Keep doin' that and I'll have to fill you up, angel.”

After several more slaps to his cute ass, your boy's arms finally give out – falling face first onto the pillow. His back arches and this new angle allows you to hit his prostate, milking a sudden orgasm out of him. Thick spurts of cum shoot out of his dick while you fuck him faster, rougher. Tugging at his hips as your own climax approaches

It's hard to believe that anyone could think of him as the dom but, then again, the only person who's allowed to see him like this — fucked out, full of cock and cum, whining, biting the pillow, shaking while you press against that cute button inside of him and milk every drop of cum out. Ruined. Debauched. A perfect slut. Your perfect slut. — Is you and you alone

Now, if he really misbehaves some day...you may have to show off this hidden submissive side to aaaaalll of his friends and coworkers. Turn him into an interactive art display for everyone to touch and play with

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— Taiju, IZANA, Draken, Zhongli, FYODOR

[rosentraume]

*gives my pain to fyodor*

[spooky2024]

Practice~

[kitasgloves]

Having thoughts about arranged marriage au! with FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY. He only married you to get associated with your family's wealth. Oh, but poor naive you, who always believed in fairy tales and love stories. You believed you could love a mysterious, cynical, and dark man like Fyodor.

How pathetically determined you were trying to win his affection. Fyodor thought you were some sort of idiot for not taking a hint that he wasn't interested in romance. You two didn't share a room even if you two were married. There were no tender sentiments or words from him. He told you he wasn't keen on physical affection, surprise gifts, planned dates, or celebrating anniversaries. He strictly told you to keep your distance and listen to everything he said. The fact that you were eager to obey him made him think of you as positively foolish.

However, you were persistent. You tried to cook him food and sneak him small gifts. You made attempts to sing him love songs and throw small parties. You were a true romantic who believed in the magic of love. You were eager to have your husband fall for you as you fell for him.

Unfortunately, Fyodor was at his breaking point. You were so damn annoying and stubborn that it was getting difficult to contain his frustration with you. He snaps at you during dinner when you've planned another extravagant surprise for him.

"Didn't I tell you to quit that? We are not lovers, [Name]. We are only spouses on paper. I do not care about your affection for me"

He couldn't forget that evening. The moment Fyodor spoke those words, the glimmer in your eyes died. He felt momentarily satisfied thinking that you have finally snapped out of it. The following days were a series of odd changes from you.

Mornings were...quiet, for once. You stopped babbling nonsense to him and only focused on cooking and cleaning up. You ceased the gifts and surprise parties. You even quit playing those annoying love songs on the radio that he despises so much. It seemed as though someone had taken the battery out of you.

At first, Fyodor was pleased but as the days progressed, he felt...uncomfortable. He wouldn't like to admit but he does notice a lot of things about you. Such as your habits, and how you seemed to forcefully change them despite your discomfort. With your sudden quietness, he could see how you were avoiding his gaze and biting your tongue when alone together. And lastly, the disappearance of your fondness for him.

He despised to think how he appreciated how you paid attention to his preferences. You always knew which tea he liked, what classical music was his favorite, and how you often looked out for his health considering he has anemia. Now, you grew distant and stopped bothering him for attention.

Has your foolish infatuation with him vanished? If so, why does his chest feel tight? Fyodor waited for you to revert to you how you used to be. Cheerful, loud, and affectionate. He expects you to surprise him with a gift. The house seemed so empty without your constant talking.

Have you given up on romance? Or was it all just a childish dream to you all along?

You don't understand why Fyodor has been staring at you lately. He's been hanging around the house so much that it's suspicious. You can feel him following you around in every room as if expecting something. You're done trying to woo him and you've come to accept the fact that your husband is a cruel man. So, you grant his wishes and stop pestering him. However, in return, he's begun to silently pester you.

When you wish to be alone, Fyodor's always trailing behind you. He was beginning to praise your cooking unlike before. He invites you to go to the library to read or listen to Tchaikovsky with him. Whenever you leave without his knowledge and then return home, Fyodor wants to know where you went.

The old you would've been over the moon from all the attention he was giving you, but you've grown to lose your positivity about this marriage.

"Fyodor?"

"Yes, [Name]?"

"I think we should have a divorce"

The sound of the teacup clattering against the saucer fills the air. You slid the divorce papers across the table towards your husband. Fyodor swallows and blinks, registers his spilled tea and the divorce papers you have produced. He collects his composure.

"Why?"

"I don't see the point of this marriage anymore"

Fyodor likes to convince himself that he's not affected. It should be a benefit or a good opportunity to find someone better to marry. Yes, he's indifferent to the sight of your glassy eyes and wobbling lip. He does not care about the misery you carry of being married to him. Oh, what an absolute liar he was.

"No"

"...What?"

"We are not getting a divorce, [Name]"

You watched with ache as Fyodor took the divorce papers and tore them into shreds in front of your face. Your blood felt hot. Was he purposely torturing you? He has to be. Fyodor is nothing but a selfish man. He revels in your misery of bearing his last name.

Truly, Fyodor was selfish. Why? He couldn't bear to see you go or remarry somebody else. He couldn't stand for you to find your perfect fairytale romance with someone else. Your fondness should only belong to him. Was he not your first romance? Was he not the first one to ever witness your tender eyes? Fyodor just couldn't fathom you gifting another your previous affections. Nobody seemed worthy enough but he.

"We will make this marriage work"

You looked at him from across the table with contempt. You fail to register the determined and passionate look in his eyes.

You will learn to adore me again, one way or another

I've been brainrotting about Fyodor who tries to win his spouse's love back realizing that they're falling out of love with him like pleaaaase he's so unhinged when he's in love

[archivebsd]

“Do you know that I will kill you one day? I'm not going to do it because my love for you will fade away or I will get jealous and go crazy. I will kill you because the feeling of destroying you in a snap burns me inside.”

[sarahvincere]

post blood bath

[billbrotherman]

continuation of the random scenes from demons

a child blessing his pillow before bed, a man fathering another son

aging stepan, aging varvara and also the two guys.

i wish i had started posting on tumblr way earlier, didn't know there were this many people interacting with books and history like it's airing seasonal anime. no ai algorithm nonsense that shoves you hateful stuff just to gain interaction. tags are working. no grifters no haters, just neurodivergence. i love it here.

[shisasan]

26 September, 1880 Leo Tolstoy in his letter to Nikolai Strakhov

[poetrybydiya]