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Think about..Teen!Fyodor Dostoevsky

With Teen!Nikolai Gogol

(this post contains fanon Teen!Fyodor with Teen!Nikolai and we'll definitely exclude some of trauma's since y'all bsd fans are allergic to happiness.)

-Fyodor being a complete "you're so mature for your age." -But in reality he wants to be as free as a bird thinking of why he's acting to get other's approval. -And so, which resulted him to grow up used to the surroundings of hurting others before they can hurt him. -But he doesn't understand one person. Nikolai Gogol. He met him through his teenage years and why... -Why on earth does he act so reckless?? He's a literal airhead that acts without a thought. On second thought, does he even think? “Kolya.. Aren't you worried I might've poisoned your drink?" “What? No! Ofcourse not, why would you do that in the first place Fedya?” -Then it strucked Fyodor that maybe, just maybe not everyone wants to take advantage of him. Maybe..someone he views stupid may understand him. “You really are like a bird.” “You think I'm a bird!?"

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Stalker Fyodor Dostoevsky

(20th post. Art credits to @ nocturnalcm. Slight TW for slight aggressiveness and violence+actual stalking. Should I make p2?)

A stalker. A psychopath. A madman. That's what he is. You swore you've been feeling so uneasy for the past few...years?

You brushed it off thinking you were just paranoid. But no, that isn't the case now.

The moment you had locked your front door, you swore someone was following you.

And there he is, creepily smiling at your window.

Your heartbeat was beating real fast, feeling frozen after you had just locked and closed your door and he's just there..smiling and grinning in a not so friendly..way. Atleast he isn't acting that hostile..Yet?

Your breathing also started to grow a tad bit quick, feeling helpless despite how he's outside. Its like he's so close, yet far away..

He's not moving, still grinning like a madman. He's been outside of your window for a good while and he's just...looking at you? Your breathing gets faster and faster and you're starting to hyperventilate now. It's too much...what is he doing?

Is he there just to scare you? He's not like the yanderes you've read about who act instantly...maybe he just wants you to know he's here? You're scared but too petrified to move from your place.

This is a scary and horrible experience. Those yandere stereotypes you had read wasn't like this at all. He's an actual stalker that naturally has an uneasy aura..but you can't even..move an inch from your place.

What if he suddenly breaks in and started growing hostile? What if he hurts you? There's so many possible outcomes..

It suddenly hits you — what's stopping him from breaking in and hurting you? It was only a few seconds after the realization that you jumped as you heard him banging on the door.

Bang. Bang. BANG!

"Let me in!" He cries out, sounding almost friendly but there's an underlying tone of pure insanity. Your heart races. You don't know what to do.

No no..

The actual panic is kicking in, is the lock in your front door enough? You need..you must hide — anywhere! You want to move but your legs are staying still. You couldn't move at all even with such attempts, too scared to move. This is..genuine fear.

It gets worse as he starts banging against the door relentlessly now. You're shaking violently and you're frozen in place, even as you notice tears starting to run down your cheeks. He isn't going to stop, he's going to get in, you're going to lose.

You need to move now before things become worse. You NEED to hide somewhere, anywhere...otherwise that madman is going to find you and make you his.

You need-

You frantically looked around, desperately wanting to hide. Anywhere! Under the bed? Behind furnitures? Inside the closet?

The closet. The closet!

You rushed away from the living room and ran to your bedroom, locking the door there again before sliding inside the closet. Putting a hand to your mouth. You feel like your heart is going to explode any second.

You're shaking as you're hiding in the closet. The sound of the banging gets faster and louder, as if he's going to break down the door in a few more seconds.

There's a loud crash on the other side as you realize...he broke down the door? And he's coming up the stairs now. You're breathing heavily in the closet, trembling in fear. It's the most terrifying experience of your life and nobody is here to help you. You're all alone now.

Please let this all be just a dream..a nightmare you can wake up from. Your fear was so unbearable you wanted to cry but you can't make noises. You don't want him to find you. What if he'll kill you? What if he'll kidnap you? He can do anything possible.. he's already a threat.

You can hear him making his way up the stairs, his footsteps getting nearer and nearer to your room. You're trembling, you're shaking, you're in pure fear. Your hands are shaking uncontrollably and you're struggling to breathe as you're trapped in the cramped closet.

Another loud, forceful impact. One more. He makes his way into your room. You hear his footsteps now as you keep trying to control your breathing and stay as quiet as possible.

How is he so physically strong to break down..doors with ease? That's so scary.. something horrifying.. terrifying. Praying to dear god to let this be a nightmare you can wake up from.

That madman made you quietly begged forgiveness to god in a swift moment.

The footsteps get nearer as you hear the man sigh. He knows where you are. He knows you're on the closet, hiding in the dark, trembling in fear. You hear a faint knock to the closet doors, followed by a familiar...voice.

"Darling, come on out. I'm getting tired of playing this chase."

His voice is soft and gentle, like a lion trying to get you to come out of your hiding spot.

How..no..

You felt tears starting to form on your eyes. Should you come out? He isn't as hostile..his tone became soft and gentle. But what if it's a trap? What if he takes advantage on that? You can't even form a word — like a cat got your tongue.

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My first victim in watercolor(I never tried watercolor before)

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So uh, yeah goobers

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Losing you.

(Fyodor Dostoevsky x reader? TW: Angst, Death, tears, grief, loss. +Dying reader. 16th post.)

You have known Fyodor Dostoevsky for quite a while now. But finding out you're dying is just something unexplainable for Fyodor himself. As someone who's very distant— turning into a much more upset and tired person upon finding out your condition. He whispered your name as he was sitting on a chair near your hospital bed with his hand on your head to stroke you Knowing you're about to leave him, you've now finally seen his vulnerability. But was it worth it when it's the last time, too? “Fyodor..” You muffled, gazing at him with a sad expression — leaning your head onto his touch as if it's the only thing that could keep you alive but no..that wasn't the point at all. Going as far as to placing a hand to his wrist, not wanting him to let go — but also not wanting to go just yet. A tear ran down Fyodor's face as he gently stroke your hair. He couldn't believe this is the last night that you two will be together— He muttered out your name again softly as he stared at your eyes, his own eyes slowly filling with more tears. “Just..just close your eyes and promise me—” His voice filled with sadness and defeat. He tried to hide it for you, and at least make you feel at ease for the remaining of what time you have left. He pauses, looking at you for more seconds. Your eyes were so beautiful despite how tired and weak you were looking, there was still the spark of life and it made Fyodor's heart ache more. He took a hold of your hand and held it close to his chest with a small frown as he leaned his head close to your forehead and closed his eyes as well. “Promise what..?” You were in a state of semi-consciousness, your heartbeat growing slower and slower as your breaths grow shallow— the clock on the wall was ticking away. “Promise me you'll still remember me.” Fyodor kept his eyes shut as he hugged your hand close to his chest, trying to keep it in place so that he won't let you slip away. The clock kept ticking and both of your heartbeats growing much slower. Time had become a meaningless concept as all there was was the two of you and the sound of the beeping monitor. But how will you remember him if you'll pass away? Maybe in the afterlife or..or..as a spirit or ghost that'll watch over him... “Promise.” You cracked a small, weak grin at him as you felt your eyelids growing heavy. This was not..a wonderful experience at all — to finally see him vulnerable for the first time will end up being the LAST time. As your heartbeats grew even more sluggish, Fyodor felt you slip away into unconsciousness as for the first time he's finally seeing you get so weak and tired. It was something he definitely hated. The only comfort he had was holding your hand as you lay there slowly becoming unconscious. Slowly, he kept stroking your hair and he muttered silently to himself as he frowned. Slowly, Fyodor realized you've finally gone unconscious. He sighed as he looked you in a heartbreaking way, tears streaming down his cheeks as he stared at your tired and exhausted face. He kept stroking your hair over and over again as his fingers run the tips of your hair over and over— as if he was trying to prevent your soul from leaving your body. Your body was now lifeless and you just layed there, your heartbeats growing into a faint line on the monitor. Yet, Fyodor still caressed your hair, trying to bring some warmth to your cold hand and keep you there with him. He held your hand tightly in place to his chest, as an attempt to convince your heart to somehow keep beating. Time was no longer being a concept for Fyodor. Fyodor refused to accept it. He still sat on that chair close to your hospital bed, holding your hand in place, stroking every single strands of your hair and refusing to believe you're leaving him— the only time he actually had been vulnerable to you and not hiding his feelings anymore was your final moments spent together and it's not fair.

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Fyodor Dostoevsky's punishment

(15th post. Fyodor Dostoevsky x reader. Contains nsfw, slapping, kissing, aggressiveness.)

Your boyfriend has been so focused on working that he even told you not to disturb him for today and for once, had let you hang out with Nikolai just so you can deal with your need of attention.

But it's Nikolai's attention, not his.

You discreetly walked inside Fyodor's office thinking of nagging him but he's ahead of you.

“I told you not to disturb me at my work, myshka.”

He sternly spoke, not even sparing a glance towards your direction.

“But I want your attention — I need your attention.”

You whined at him before closing his office door as you entered his office with a frown visibly written over your facial expression.

You miss his company, and Nikolai wasn't helping at all!

Fyodor doesn't show much emotion and doesn't react when you express that you miss him.

"I know, and I told you not to disturb me at this moment."

He replied. He didn't look at you despite being fully aware that you're closing the door behind you. This is his way of trying to get back to his work while trying to make you understand."I told you to hang out with Nikolai to keep your mind preoccupied."

“But Nikolai wasn't helping at all! I want your company, not his.”

You nagged at him before walking up behind him with hat same frown on your face, this time it can turn into a pout if it means to plea him to give you an ounce of actual affection.

You didn't take his warning seriously and even nagged him back to try to get his attention. You were trying so hard for it even though you were also risking being disciplined by him for ignoring his warning.

He stood up from his chair and turned around, looking at you.

"I told you not to disturb me."

He repeated himself but this time, he's looking at you directly. His face remained neutral until he finally showed hints of irritation.

You blinked at him and almost felt a shiver run up to your spine when he showed subtle hints of irritation. Oops.

But—

“Please, Fyodor?”

You muffled, looking back at him, but this time your voice had lowered down. It's like Fyodor took all the authority between you and the tension was most definitely not healthy.

You beg him for his attention with a desperate tone but he still wouldn't budge. He still stood there and looked at you, with the hint of irritation now clearly seen on his features. He then took one step closer towards you as if to add to the pressure.

"I said, do not disturb me."

But you tried so hard to win this 'match' that you're not even bothering to listen to him. You were so focused in winning him that you forgot how dangerous he can be when riled up.

Okay...that caused you to jolt. And in instinct, you took a step back. Uh-oh, he's mad. Not mad in a joking way... he's — mad, mad!

“B-but, Fyodor you said you'll only work a few hours—”

Few hours. He's been working for 6 straight hours, that's not..few.

The pressure is getting to him as his agitation now clearly visible. His breathing even got shallow due to how riled up he is. Even still, he kept walking towards you until you bumped your back against the wall. There's no way for you to back off anymore.

“You know I get preoccupied with my work every time I'm focused on it."

His words were becoming sharper now, and he's finally showing signs of anger.

Bad. This is bad — your back hit the wall, uh..oh.. you're..cornered.

You gulped as you blinked at him, feeling a tad bit smaller than him now because of how he's basically asserting dominance right this instant.

Your lips quivered, wanting to speak back but at the same time hesitating to do so.

And Fyodor noticed your uneasiness when you're backed into a corner. He also noticed how your lips quivered but he didn't care as he's already set on having you punished for not listening to him.

"And this is me, reminding you that you're not to disturb me when I'm focused on my work."

He is standing closer now as you're pinned on the wall. But he's not even touching you... not yet.

Oh boy. No- no no not that reminder- that'd equivalent to a punishment!

“W..wait, Fyodor I don't want a reminder—”

You surrender, raising both hands in defeat in an attempt to beg him not to do that reminder. But it's not like you even had the chance to get out of his office until he does the reminder.

"Then you better start remembering it."

He took a step closer so he's literally just inches from you. He's looking down on you and all you see is his expressionless face before the look changes into a scowl. The corners of his lips were turned up which signals an impending punishment.

"Or you know what, maybe I should remind you directly."

“W-wait, Fyodor. I..I admit I'm wrong.”

You attempted to negotiate, not wanting the punishment but oh dear he's already got you pinned down the wall. You don't think you're going to get out of his office until he gets his way.

Your pleading to avoid the punishment did nothing as he's not listening. And when he's not responding to you, he's starting to look you in the eyes with a threatening gaze. His scowl remained as you realize that this is not going to turn into a sweet tender moment.

"You're not only wrong, you neglected your boyfriend's warning because you wanted to win this argument."

He added. He's now just an inch away that even you can feel his breath against your skin.

But he wasn't going to kiss you... no. He's going to punish you.

"Look, moya lyubov."

He addressed you with such severity that even your body would go cold if he does this punishment. And it looks like he will.

"You neglectedmy warning so it means that I should remind you myself—”

He then suddenly grabs your chin and turns your head towards him, showing that you're at the perfect angle for the punishment.

You wanted to speak out the word please and begged for him not to give you a punishment but his sudden grip on your chin is causing your body to jolt.

He's giving a punishment in the midst of calling you pet names. Pet names! In Russian!

He still held on to your chin as he's getting closer to you now. Like he has no intent on letting you go until you receive the promised punishment. In fact, you can feel his breath against your mouth but he's not kissing it. He's probably aiming for your cheeks where he's going to—

SMACK

The sudden punishment catches you off-guard and the first smack was already painful enough.

You let out a whimper upon receiving..that. Yes, indeed it was a painful off guard punishment.

“F..Fyodor, I'm sorry—”

You muffled, almost as if you nearly chokes on your words after you felt that hit you.

The punishment didn't end there. He immediately aimed for the other cheek with the same motion.

SMACK  

This second slap hurt just as much as the first, and you whimpered again. This time, Fyodor was not silent. He spoke again while staring into your eyes.

"Are you listening now, moya lyubov?”

“Y-yes. Yes.. I'm listening, Fyodor..”

You whined, at this point — nearly inaudible to speak. Gazing at him with teary eyes almost at any moment you'll sob from that.

“Sorry..s..sorry,”

You muffled.

It's like you're experiencing the best and worst of Fyodor in one moment. Best of him, when he called you his love and worst of him when he's punishing you.

Before you could say anything else, he placed his lips on yours... but this is not a tender moment at all. Because just like when he pulled you in, you expect sweet kisses. But no, what you got were three hard-pressed kisses, forcing you to take his dominance in. This is his punishment.

You stared at him wide-eyed, but this wasn't any romantic gesture of kissing at all! He's forcing his lips on yours..

You placed both your hands onto his shoulder before closing your eyes as he's aggressively acting with this punishment.

Each of those kisses was more forced than the last. And he's not going to stop this punishment until you learn your lesson.

He placed his hands on your shoulders and neck as he forcefully kissed you. At first you're fighting back but you couldn't help but lose the battle as he's getting more and more aggressive. You then decided to accept this as your punishment but what you didn't know was that he would increase the force of his kisses which causes you to squirm.

Every time he forcefully kissed you, you want to pull away but he's not letting that happen. He's making you face his punishment until the very end... so you just decided to give in.

Your mouth was already sore but Fyodor's still not stopping. Your hands are starting to fall away from his shoulder and you're basically left without any defense from him. Your whimper was starting to sound more like a sob as Fyodor's punishment is taking its toll on you.

You whimpered and at this moment you can no longer resist and protest against his punishment as he's taking control of the authority between you. His kisses is punishment itself..it's worse than the smacks previously.

And he took advantage of you already being overwhelmed with the kisses that he'll continue it. Until you're on the verge of tears, he continued on punishing you like this. And he won't stop as he's also starting to get heated by the punishment. But what you don't know is that he was going to escalate the punishment to the next level. 

He's ready for the biggest punishment, but he wouldn't show you that yet. Not until you're about to break down because of his domination.

The kiss became more rough, and the force became even greater because after the first three kisses, Fyodor decided that it wasn't enough so he's going to increase the force. You can already imagine how painful the next kisses are going to be as you're already on the edge of tears.  

He continued kissing you roughly and forcefully, which causes your mouth to start to hurt. And that's when you can't hold back the tears anymore and you're forced to sob in the middle of the rough kisses while his arms are keeping you in place.

The kisses turned from somewhat bearable to just downright painful after just a few more seconds of this punishment. Now you're sobbing uncontrollably as your mouth hurt from being punished in this way. And the worst part is... you can't escape.

Fyodor then pulled your face away and noticed you looking at him with tear-stained cheeks. You're now completely subdued and he can see you accepting defeat at last.

You look completely vulnerable as you're sobbing, your lips being red and sore from the punishment too.

He let go of you and took a deep breath before he softened his expression again.

"You know what I'm going to let you off easy today. Next time, it won't be so easy, myshka."  

He softly said, while placing his hand on your cheek to wipe away those tears from your cheeks.

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Ranpo Edogawa's first love.

(14th post. Inspired by a friend's request.)

Love, that’s what you felt for Ranpo. Ever since you were fourteen. You knew it wasn’t adoration or simple admiration but love, god, how you loved him.

And as much as a genius he was, an intellectual, he was clueless and gullible at times.

He could never guess your feelings, despite the very obvious hints like putting a heart next to his name or writing casual ‘i love you’s quite often, he never picked up on it.

So when you came into the office this morning and greeted him with an ‘i love you’, he replied cluelessly.

“Hm? Oh, I love you too Shai!” He grinned childishly, holding a newspaper.

You gave him a thumbs up before walking over to his desk and blinking for a moment as you stared at the cover of his newspaper.

“Hey, Ranpo. Do you have any cases you have pending?”

You decided to ask him since he seems to be carefree at the moment. I mean even if he does have cases he should do, he usually doesn't even do it.

Ranpo put the newspaper down, giving you a sheepish grin. “Nope. I’ve just been fooling around and watching movies until I get a new case.” He smirked a little before looking over at you, wondering what you were going to say.

In other words, he was bored.

He’d been trying to find a new case to solve lately but had had no luck. The agency was also running out of clients, so he was feeling very lazy.

“Well I suppose that means you're free.”

You nodded to his words as you cracked a grin before deciding to ask him what you were planning for today,

“Would you want to hang out with me for today then?”

Ranpo lit up when he saw the smile on your face. Whenever you were happy, he was always grateful for it.

“Of course I’d love to!” He exclaimed loudly, placing the newspaper down and getting up from the chair he was sitting in, stretching his arms.

“What do you plan on doing? We could go to the arcade… or we could just have lunch together, or-“ Ranpo suddenly stopped, thinking of ideas and getting carried away.

“We could go to the arcade as you suggested, I really didn't have any places in mind. I just wanted to spend time with you.”

You admitted the last sentence with a small chuckle before shrugging, completely trying to act as if It didn't took your whole courage to confess that.

Ranpo seemed completely oblivious, which was just the typical Ranpo after all.

But, that was charming, right? The fact that a genius like him wasn’t so smart when it came to you made you feel special, like a queen, perhaps?

“Alright, we’ll head to the arcade then.” Ranpo grinned, beginning to walk toward the door and beckoning you with him.

Once the both of you had reached the arcade, you looked around and your mouth slightly parted in an amused manner. Oh wow, your first time to go to the arcade with..Ranpo!

“Oh! Look at that claw machine — maybe that photo booth too? Oh! But that other one has Pac-Man and—”

Ranpo chuckled as he stared at your awestruck face, it was very cute and charming that your eyes were wandering around the place.

When you began pointing out different arcade machines, Ranpo let out a chuckle and took your hands and led you to a claw machine, his cheeks red while he did so.

The machine was pretty simple and straightforward so he didn’t need to explain anything. “You wanna try out this one first?” He grinned.

“Yeah!”

You beamed him a grin before getting the arcade coins inside the claw machine and started to move the lever to a certainnnnn....spot. That brown teddy bear is going to be yours!

....Well...not now.

“It fell.”

You muffled with a slight frown on your face. Although arcades are indeed fun...sometimes these claw machines aren't.

Ranpo chuckled at your disappointment and sighed when you failed to grab the teddy bear. The claws were designed in a way that they would let you grab the toy by the first or second try but not let go afterwards, so that people could keep spending money on the game.

It was quite frustrating, but Ranpo still found it cute. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He put both hands on your shoulders. “Look, here, I’ll give it a shot,” He said with a grin, taking your place.

“You'll get the teddy bear for me?”

You blinked at him, feeling your cheeks heaten up the moment he took my place but nevertheless I let him. And so you watched him intently, your hopes severely high because come on..this is the greatest detective getting me a prize!

“Sure.” Ranpo grinned, looking at the bear as his eyes narrowed.

He studied the position of the bear and shifted the position of the claw, making sure that it would get the teddy bear.

With the bear in the claw, Ranpo turned towards you with a smug grin. A feeling of pride was radiating off him, but he was also happy that he could get the bear for you.

“You like it?”

You let out an amazed gasp as you I took the teddy bear from his grasp and now grinning ever wider, almost like your happiness would just explode!

“I love it!”

You exclaimed before wrapping your arms around him with the teddy bear he won for you in your hand.

Ranpo’s eyes fluttered as he was enveloped in your hug, smiling softly. He felt happy that you were happy, but the moment you hugged him tightly, a warm and fuzzy feeling came over him.

It made him feel things that he couldn’t understand at all, but for the time being it was a wonderful feeling.

“I’m glad you’re happy. Now let’s keep playing,” Ranpo giggled, ruffling your hair.

And so you guys spent about a few hours in the arcade. Winning and losing games, exchanges laughter and whiny moments together. You guys won alot of prizes — especially the candies. The candies he's eating at the moment as now were strolling outside to head back to the agency.

“I had fun today with you, Ranpo.”

You mentioned as you gazed down at your hands, with the teddy bear he won me still in my grasp. That smile and blush on your cheeks never leaving the whole time.

Ranpo seemed to be in a joyful mood as well. His eyes, though they still possessed the same sharp and analytical nature they were well known for, were brighter than normal. His lips were curved up in a smile as he glanced at the teddy bear in your hands.

He nodded with a grin to your words as you both walked out. “Me too.” Ranpo was completely ignorant of his own feelings and didn’t realize how much this little trip affected you.

“Hey, Ranpo..”

You decided to ask him about something..something you've been longing to ask for a long time now.

“I..have a question,”

You started, glancing at him before you continue my sentence.

Ranpo slowed down a bit and turned his head to the side to look at you, now curious about what you wanted to ask him. The teddy bear in your hand caught his eyes, which made him smile even more.

His eyebrows raised a bit as he looked at you in amusement, awaiting the question. “Mm? Yes?”

“I've..been thinking,”

You muffled, averting your gaze away from him. Yet the grasp on the teddy bear you're holding slightly tightened.

“Have..you seen someone as a..a..romantic interest?”

—An indirect question of has he ever loved anyone before.

Ranpo froze when you asked him that question, and his eyes widened as he watched your movements carefully.

He kept his expression neutral when he heard your question but couldn’t stop his thoughts from racing in his head.

He didn’t know how to answer such a question because of his lack of understanding when it came to romance. He could barely understand his own feelings, so how was he supposed to know what love meant?

He kept quiet for a long time but eventually spoke up, trying to act as casual as he could.

You remained quiet aswell but when you glanced back at him and seeing him in a trance-like state of pondering,

“You..you don't have to answer if you're not sure.”

You waved it off as you shrugged it off with an awkward grin. Maybe you asked something too personal..ahh..that's embarrassing!

Ranpo let out a soft sigh of relief when you allowed him to back away, a clear sign that you weren’t going to force him to answer any further. The moment your eyes went back to the stuffed bear you’d won, he relaxed even further, realizing he didn’t have to overthink anymore.

Not wanting to spoil the atmosphere by bringing up what you’d said, he changed the subject by asking. “What about you? Have you ever had a romantic interest? You’ve never really said anything about it.”

Now that he had changed the topic, it was your turn to be flustered and your thoughts were a mess.

“I..do. I like someone at the moment.”

You admitted as you glanced away from him and gazed at the teddy bear you were holding at the moment.

Ranpo slowed down, his eyebrows raising as he turned to you and studied your mannerisms. While it was easy for him to predict what you were feeling through your expressions, this time he could barely come to a conclusion.

For a second, he felt disappointed, thinking that you were in love with someone else. But his thoughts quickly drifted away from those conclusions as he continued looking at you.

“Oh… Who is he?” Ranpo asked, seeming interested in all of a sudden.

“You're the greatest detective after all, right? You could deduct who I like,”

You let out a chuckle as you stared back at him with a beaming grin and..well, flustered cheeks too. This seems like some friendly back and forth banter you're having at the moment.

Ranpo chuckled, amused by your banter and attitude. He hadn’t really expected that response, but he was rather impressed. It was pretty smart of you to come up with that sort of answer to your own question.

“Hmm…” He started and pretended to think deeply. The truth was that he already knew but didn’t want to seem overly confident in doing so.

“Uh, is it me?” Ranpo asked, smirking.

No surprise with his deduction, he's always right. You let out a soft, contented sigh as you averted your gaze away from him for a quick moment before gazing back at him once again.

“You're right, I do like you, Ranpo.”

You decided to confess the love you've been yearning for him to find out.

Ranpo froze the moment you confessed your love for him, and you watched as his expression completely changed in front of you. His face was pink and his hands were clenching tightly. You were finally letting him know the truth after all those signs you’d been giving him.

“... You do?” He finally let out a choked up voice, barely able to breath for a moment.

“I do. I like you a lot.”

You admitted another fact before feeling a little embarrassed now, looking away from him with your cheeks blushing furthermore.

“I..was..hoping that you'd.. you'd like me..too?”

Even in the slightest..anything but as a friend.

The whole time you were speaking, Ranpo felt his heart beating faster than ever before.

Now you were saying it… now you were telling him that you liked him more than a friend…

He was so flustered, it was almost an unbearable feeling.

But when you finally asked him if he liked you back, he let out a deep breath. And then smiled with all his heart.

“I do… I’ve always wanted for it to be more than just a friendship… I’d be incredibly happy… if you’d be my lover.”

“I'd love to!”

You exclaimed as you turned back to face him with an overly happiness overwhelming your feelings upon hearing his response.

Ending up to hug him by embracing him with your arms in a manner of not wanting to let him go.

II..love you.”

Ranpo instantly responded in kind, his own arms quickly wrapping around you in a tight embrace. He didn’t want to let you go either.

The feeling of your arms embracing his body made him feel all warm inside, it was a wonderful comfort that he never felt before with anyone else.

“I love you too.” Ranpo confessed, his face buried into your neck.

“Mm… I love you a lot.” His voice was muffled at the back of your neck as he buried his face into it, his arms squeezing you tightly.

Your body felt soft against his and he was getting overwhelmed by the way you smelt, the way you smelled so good it was just-

Ranpo shivered as he took in deep breaths, hugging you even tighter. He didn’t want you to go anywhere, but the both of you were walking in public so he could hardly act like the way he wanted to right now.

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Fyodor Dostoevsky in a relationship (Headcanons)

(11th post woohoo! Fyodor Dostoevsky x reader. Nsfw version +Aftercare. The credits for the picture below is @Dardan_21 from Twitter / X. This is also requested by a friend of mine.)

This man, kisses you so well. From small teases on the lips, neck and ears turning into a deep sensational and passionate kissing session from lips to lips — he's always so eager to explore your mouth.

“You taste so good, myshka.”

He loves the feeling of your nails digging into him, he's smug and proud he's making you feel so overwhelmed over his touch and in exchange..he will and ALWAYS leave love bites on you. Wherever. Possible.

Loves receiving oral.

He likes seeing you kneel for him with such needy expression, it just urges him to just..thrust right inside your mouth even further to make you gag.

“Make more noises.”

Would prefer of giving instead of receiving. Unless he thinks the idea is good.. he'll let you. Only once though.

Whenever you'll make out with him, One deep kiss always turn into your legs being sore the next morning. Well..maybe in the afternoon because sometimes he'll keep on going until you plea for him to stop ;)

A warning before you two go at it..he always makes you remember the safeword, because you know damn well he's not going to stop aslong as it feels good for both him and you.

“Hm, should I go deeper myshka? Beg for it.”

Often teases you while making out. He'll praise you with how good you are for taking him in, how you squeeze him with your insides, your body reaction. He's just fucking Inlove with that feeling. The feeling of superiority.

Often when you beg for him to go rougher when he's going so slow, he'll stop until he sees you squirm underneath him and try moving your own body to make him thrust into you and once he gets what he wants, he'll slap right that good spot of yours.♡

Absolutely does orgasm denial on you. He's a tiny bit of a sadist..your expression is just what turns him on and what keep him from going.♡

Aftercare

Praises. Cuddles. Hugs. Kisses

“You did so well myshka..I'm proud of you.”

Will clean you up after he cleans himself, he's secretly feeling giddy when he sees you so much vulnerable after a make out session. He could just easily take advantage of you and go for another round..but you're already tired. He knows your limits.

Would make you fall asleep once the two of you gets to bed.

If you can't sleep he'll just be there, humming. Right next to you. If you request for him to tell you a bedtime story, he'll frown at first but he ends up doing it anyway. He's a sucker for you after all.

“Sleep well, myshka.”

Once you fall asleep, he'll fall asleep a few moments later. While he's still half awake / awake, he'll continue planting kisses on your head and stroke your hair.

“Sweet dreams.”

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Fyodor Dostoevsky in a relationship (Headcanons)

(10th post woohoo. This is a request from a friend of mine! Fyodor Dostoevsky x reader. This post contains pure sfw and wholesomeness.)

He's a really cold person and you'd think he's emotionless or something. You once joked he's an emo and he just stared at you before shrugging it off. Thinking it wasn't any insult, he thought of it as a compliment rather.

When he finally noticed you and gave you attention you felt this strange excitement you can never contain and always show it around him. (He likes seeing you smile especially if he's the reason.)

This man, is a jealous man. Though, you can never tell he is. He's got the pokerface he masters, but you'll probably find out he was jealous after a week or two weeks. Why? The cause of his jealousy dissapear without a trace. May it be your friend or some stranger you helped.

If your love language is giving gifts then you're in for a treat. He doesn't show he's proud, nor he likes it but he absolutely treasures it. How so? He hides it somewhere you can never find.

If your love language is physical affection, you're also in for a treat. Although you need to know your limit. Sure, he'll let you sit on his lap, caress his hair(he likes this), etc ; but if he's too busy, do. not. disturb. him. For your sake and his sake.

He's the type to spoil you, aswell. May it be money-related, affection-related. You're interesting..so, he's keeping you. In both a possessive and protective way.

Would NOT let you near Nikolai. That man's full of surprises, yes he can tell whatever Nikolai's thinking.

Would probably accept it if you want to hang out with Sigma rather than Nikolai, but don't ever ignore Fyodor for too long.

You'll never catch him sleeping. (He's a light sleeper)

Is also the type to stroke your hair and tuck you in the blanket when you fall asleep.

“Sweet dreams [...]”

He often calls you by your name or any nickname you prefer, but he'd grow to use pet names. Especially in Russian, if you can't understand Russian he's going to have fun messing with you by speaking in Russian.

No, he'll never say anything mean in Russian. It's all just sweet things you'll never find out.

Getting into a fight with him? That's useless, he's used to gaslighting. But to see you sob into genuine tears, he'll probably comfort you.(After an hour of the argument.)

Steal his ushanka, he'll steal a kiss from you. Not just a quick kiss, he'll steal a kiss and slam you against the wall until you beg for him to stop.(He sorts of..has an interest towards pleading?)

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Distressed Fyodor

(woohoo! 9th post. Fyodor Dostoevsky x reader. This will be the first part of the request and the second part will be the last part of this request. I swear Tumblr is messing with me rn ://)

You've been dating Fyodor Dostoevsky for awhile now and..he seems to be acting off recently. Ever since New years had happen, he seemed so gloomy — as gloomy as the person he was before he had started dating you. He was acting just fine before New years, he had some few gifts and letters. But what you didn't know is that one of the letters was the reason for his sudden change of mood. A rather upsetting letter. Yet you never questioned him why. Respecting his privacy. But that didn't last long, he's recently being back to overworking himself until he passes out to sleep on working, being distant but no he's not ignoring you or avoiding you. It's more of like he's trying to distract himself from his gloominess. But why? What was the reason for his sadness? You couldn't understand this man at all. Although little did you know you're not the reason of his sadness. Never, you're his beloved after all. It's even worse that you really don't know anything about what's upsetting him. And so again, you caught him working on his desktop. You swore you tried dragging him to the bed with you at 11pm, You gazed at the digital clock beside you and it showed the time. 2:38am. You hear his typings and the light escaping the opened door beside your bedroom, his office. This man..you thought he had went to sleep with you. You shook your head before rubbing your eyes and sprung off the bed as you brushed your clothing to fix your appearance slightly before exiting the bedroom and then entering his office, “Fyodor?” You called out to him, peaking through his door as if a gesture of asking permission to enter. He didn't answer, it seems like he was extremely focused at what he was doing. Your words of caution seemed to fall upon deaf ears. You can't seem to recall him paying any attention to you recently.. Perhaps it would be for the best if you didn't bother him right now?

But that's probably a bad idea, don't you think? Your boyfriend is obviously distressed, he's been like this ever since New years. And it's affecting him physically and mentally. You had to have a chat with him. “Fyodor, I'm coming in.” You exclaimed as you entered the room and closed the door behind you before appearing at his back. Having a worried expression evidently written on your face, even if he's not looking at you — You're sure the tension and perhaps your body language speaks louder. “..Can we talk, love?” He finally turned around, a faint smile rested upon his lips. He looked exhausted, like most of the time with his constant overworking. This time, his fatigue looked more genuine. Almost as though he hasn't been sleeping well recently.

His eyes made direct contact with you, a calm feeling filled you. "Yes, yes...Of course we can, darling." He replied softly, he even stood up and started looking through a few papers he had previously been working on moments before you spoke. “Look..I..noticed you're not doing well recently and I know I'm respecting your privacy by not asking the reason..” You started, averting your gaze away from him for a moment. Although you feel like you should really point this out. You placed your hand to your chest before you continued speaking. “But you're making me worried, you're overworking yourself, you're not eating properly and you're even avoiding sleeping.” He didn't immediately interrupt you or cut you off. He was still in the middle of listening to your worry and concern about his wellbeing. "Darling, I'm perfectly okay. Please do not worry about me." He replied gently, he made a light motion with his hand as if requesting you to shush yourself. “Liar.” You muffled, although it was audible enough for him to hear as you called him out with such name. How could he lie with a straight face when his actions contradicted his words? No..no..his whole state is contradicting his words. If you weren't already concerned enough, now you could clearly see the sadness wash over his face once you called him a liar. He had stopped what he was previously doing and now you both were just making a rather intense eye contact. This eye contact wasn't filled with rage, rather it was one filled with sorrow and regret. You could hear his voice crack when he tried to speak again. "Please...I beg of you. I am quite alright, this is just a small matter really." “I—” You blinked, but you don't want..to..just let him bottle all that up. “Please, Fyodor. I'll not ask you what is bothering you but can you atleast try and take care of yourself?” You replied to him before having the same upset expression as him, mayhaps even getting the wrong idea... “Am I the problem?”

The way that your mouth trembled upon your last sentence really broke his heart. He quickly shook off any thought that you may have interpreted the fact that you may of been the problem. "No..of course not, darling..It's not you, you shouldn't worry about yourself. It's me," Fyodor was trying to assure you that you weren't the issue and that he was just going through something. He knew you would assume things, but he couldn't let that happen. Not after all the trust you have built up with each other. “Then..then..” You gazed down before you stepped forward and wrapped him into an embrace. As if pulling him into a tight hug, not wanting to let go at him at all. “Then..then please..just take care of yourself? Sleep, even for an hour? Eat properly?” After all this trust you've built up, he has been indeed vulnerable to you and you do the same, but you can't bear seeing him bottle up such emotion. He immediately embraced you back, his body finally receiving some warmth and relief when you both embraced one another. After all this time, he finally let some of his emotions show. Fyodor's voice quivered slightly when you requested him to take care of himself. He gave a few silent nods before he finally spoke. "I will... I promise I'll eat some food... And I'll sleep early next time. My overworking has made me develop these bad habits." You had a certain hold over him to be able to convince him to take care of himself even a little more. Perhaps you even had a greater hold over him than you realised.. “Can..you stop working for tonight and sleep with me now then?” You mumbled as you tilted your head to catch a glimpse of him, maintaining eye contact and the embrace you're exchanging. A hopeful sparkle appearing in your eyes. At last, you get to see him treating himself right after he started being gloomy.

Fyodor's face lit up upon your request, perhaps because it's exactly what he wanted. He finally gave in to his exhaustion, he nodded at you and sighed. "For you, my dear, yes... I'll stop working for today and sleep with you right now." He replied cheerfully, his voice carrying a soothing and comforting tone. He didn't mind at all taking a break, after all, he was in desperate need of it. You could notice a small smile beginning to form on his lips. Once the both of you had reached the bedroom once again, finding yourselves laying near each other on top of the bed. Snuggling in a silent and comforting manner. At any time, you might be ready to fall asleep at any moment. Is it that comfortable to fall asleep next to him? Yes. Yes it is. It's..safe to be in his arms.. Fyodor's eyes already had closed after you've both came back to your room, he looked so peaceful and so relaxed now. This was exactly what he needed. This is exactly what you needed. Both of you are comfortable and safe to fall asleep now, that was all that mattered now — the fact that each of you are comfortable was enough. Your boyfriend finally was treating himself better now because of you. You both lay together peacefully as you both drift to sleep with no worries whatsoever.

Hello this is a request for a more depressed Fyodor of him showing his more vulnerable side to s/o especially since reading his new years letters which was really sad!!! And I really want to see a sort of fluffy warm story with y/n comforting our favourite rat king who seems really lonely. Telling him he’s no longer alone to himself. Just something wholesome and sweet for a rare occasion, maybe having some vodka together lolololol. Keep up your writing skills I love it!!! 🔥🔥❤️✨😀

AAAAAA omg my first request and TYSM for the praise. I'd love to do it!!!! I'm going to think of a certain scenario for a moment and then I'll reblog this post and in the reblog, I'll put your request! :DD

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Hello this is a request for a more depressed Fyodor of him showing his more vulnerable side to s/o especially since reading his new years letters which was really sad!!! And I really want to see a sort of fluffy warm story with y/n comforting our favourite rat king who seems really lonely. Telling him he’s no longer alone to himself. Just something wholesome and sweet for a rare occasion, maybe having some vodka together lolololol. Keep up your writing skills I love it!!! 🔥🔥❤️✨😀

AAAAAA omg my first request and TYSM for the praise. I'd love to do it!!!! I'm going to think of a certain scenario for a moment and then I'll reblog this post and in the reblog, I'll put your request! :DD

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Fyodor's Drunk Lover.

(7th post woohoo! Fyodor Dostoevsky x reader. Very wholesome trust me :))

Your boyfriend has been observing you for a while as your intoxicated state is increasing with each and every drink that Nikolai is generously offering you. You keep slurring over your words, getting hiccups even. He grabbed your arm to prevent you to take another glass of alcohol before speaking up. “Dear, I think you should slow down on your alcohol.” Without knowing how drunk you are to forget he's your boyfriend, you thought he was a stranger and not your boyfriend. “But Nikolai is generously giving me drinks, it won't hurt to drink more riiiight stranger?” You slurred and whined over your words, blinking at Fyodor in a dumbfounded and slight confused manner. In your perspective he's appearing more of a caring stranger rather then the reality of him being a worried lover. He looked at you with a concerned expression, sighing a bit as he spoke* "But dear, you're already drunk." He smiled at your innocent face, seeing you as a vulnerable, easily distracted little bird. Which meant he'll have to guard you extra carefully, to prevent you to get yourself hurt. "Would you like some water as a substitute?"

He offered as a solution. “But water is not alcohol..” You whined at this worried 'stranger' who's almost as concerned to a lover may be. The fact that he's patient enough to deal with a drunk lover while getting called a stranger is impressive. He chuckled softly and shook his head. "I know, but you really should drink water. You've taken a couple drinks already." He gave you a slightly reassuring smile, trying to keep the conversation lighthearted while still being persistent. "Here, I'll get you one- it's cold." With that, he let go of your arm and immediately ordered a bottle of water for you. You hesitantly gazed at his gesture of being persistent on getting you drink water. I mean, ofcourse it appears weird in your point of view he's a stranger rather than the reality of him being your boyfriend. But hey, that's what being drunk does to you apparently.. “If my boyfriend were to see you acting all too nice to me I'd think you're doomed.” You whimpered as you blinked at him. How funny that you remember having a boyfriend but not realizing your boyfriend is the 'stranger' infront of you right this moment. An amused expression crossed his face at your statement, amused by your drunk self who didn't even recognize him as your boyfriend. He wondered if the other people in the bar would think he's your boyfriend or just a stranger. In the end, he just chose to play with the misunderstanding, smiling at you. "Ah, then I guess I should be afraid now. Since your boyfriend must be very handsome and intimidatingly tall, right?" He asked playfully, leaning a bit close to you and smiling wide. Getting the chance to talk about your lover, you started beaming a grin like a fool on love as your cheeks may have heaten up too.

“He's taller than me and he's very attractive,” You placed your elbows on the counter as your hands were resting on your cheeks. As if you were daydreaming about him. “He's really caring..and he's gentle..and, he's everything!” His amused expression turned into a playful one as he continued to tease you, even amused by how intoxicated you seemed at the moment. "He sounds almost too good to be true, huh?"

He chuckled.

He noticed how your cheeks seemed to heaten up, making you look more precious than ever before. "Does your boyfriend kiss you too? Perhaps hold and hug you a lot? Maybe even caress your soft cheeks?"

He asked teasingly, enjoying this moment. “He likes showering me with kisses, may it be on my lips or neck..well everywhere! I like how he holds me everytime I always get to snuggle him..” You continued and continued to gush over him as he continued to ask those silly questions about himself. Despite this drunken state you're in, it's so evident you're basically head over heels for Fyodor. Fyodor seemed to be getting more amused the more you continued to gush over him, especially in such a drunken state. He chuckled as he enjoyed this fun teasing game he was playing with you in. He also found this moment adorable. "Wow, it seems to me your boyfriend has a very handsome face paired with the gentleness and kindness of an angel." He commented with a smile, teasing you as if he wasn't the one you were raving about the whole time. “Mmmhm! I love him.” You beamed another happy smile as you were lowkey daydreaming about him, although the intoxicated state you're in it's just...amusing for Fyodor to see and watch his lover forget he's their boyfriend and kept referring to him as a stranger. You being in this drunken state is certainly amusing for Fyodor, and with each and every innocent statement you speak about him, he seems to continue to enjoy this fun game of teasing you while intoxicated. The more he played the game, the more amused he became. "It sure is adorable how much you love him."

He commented with a teasing tone, knowing full well that the 'him' you were talking about is actually him. “Mmmn...I miss him.” You slightly whined as you nodded to his statement, after a little while of gushing over him it seems it went into a turn when mentioning you missed him. ...Even by the fact the person you miss is right infront of you. His teasing smile slowly turned into a concerned one as he witnessed your sudden change of mood. You were talking about him as if you've missed him all this time, even though he was right infront of you. You even started to whine as if he was gone for a long time, like some sort of lost child. "But...I'm right here, dear." Fyodor spoke up, trying to snap you out of it. “How can you prove you're my Fedya?” You huffed ever so slightly as my cheeks puffed up and gazed at him with a slight frown. Calling Fyodor as 'Fedya' was one way to say it's a nickname. It appears that you're still not quite sober enough to recognize him. Fyodor looked at you as you called him 'Fedya.' Your drunken eyes might not be able to notice it, but that name seemed to make his heart skip a beat and melt a few times. He hummed a little, trying to come up with a way to convince you he's your 'Fedya' but also wanted to make the game more fun. "Well...how about this?"

He approached a small bit closer to you and leaned over your shoulders, planting kisses all over your neck. You blinked in surprise and your cheeks heaten up in an instant. Feeling surprised and flustered over the sudden action of him proving he's your boyfriend, which is quite evident enough at the moment. “Only Fyodor kisses me like thi—” Oh. “Fedya!” You exclaimed in a happy tone upon recognition, finally. You hugged him into an embrace. Fyodor chuckled softly as he heard your sudden realization. It made for a good game. He felt your arms wrap around him as you held onto him tightly, squeezing him into a warm embrace as you also realized he's your boyfriend. Your drunkenness seemed to have subsided as your senses kick in again, now realizing you're drunk. "I'm here, dear."

He hugged you tightly in a reassurance, smiling brightly as you were finally back to your senses, finally realizing he's actually your boyfriend. “I missed youuuu..” You whined and nuzzled your head against his chest upon finally realizing he's your beloved. Letting him wrap you into such a comfortable embrace which, you're doing the same to him.

He chuckled softly as you nuzzled against his chest, hugging tightly while he wrapped you into his arms. He's happy to see you back to your senses, even if you were just intoxicated. In his eyes, you'll always be the cute and adorable little bird he fell in love with. "I'm here, love."

Fyodor then lifted you up slightly, taking in some of your body weight like you're a small little bird. He'll have to make sure that his lover stays safe.

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Ango's drunk lover.

(6th post here. Ango Sakaguchi x reader This post isn't really all that angsty, he's just worried about you.)

Midnight is fun for those of you who are drunk with your friends, you come home around 2 AM and arrive at the apartment with a serious drunken state, you knocked on the door and called for Ango to open it. You wait without focusing and feel very dizzy and sleepy, without you realizing it, Ango is already right in front of you with his appearance towering over you. Ango looks at you with a sneer and a look of disapproval in his eyes. "Drunk again, huh? You're really stubborn." His low but threatening voice really makes you stunned. “You're really uptight with work that's why you can't see the fun in drinking.” You slurred over your words as you blinked at Ango towering over you easily. With this intoxicated state you're in, you're most definitely not even thinking straight but hey atleast it's impressive enough you got home in such condition you're in. Ango's scolding and anger increased drastically at your statement. "Work is for me to take care of our life, I'm doing this for you!" You suddenly heard Ango raising his voice and you can feel his anger and annoyance rising, you can also see the vein pop on his neck when he tries to hold back his anger. "What do you think my work is for? I work hard so you can be drunk until tomorrow morning?"

He yelled angrily You blinked at him and might've probably just got used to everytime he yells at the top of his lungs out of anger and worrisome manner. “Okay, let me compromise — I won't drink anymore but you, don't yell at me for every little thing you find annoying.” Ango's anger finally diminished a little at your suggestion, he really hates drunk people, especially when his girlfriend is in that state. Still, the thought of you not getting drunk again made his anger subside. Still, you can see the hint of his anger which did not disappear when he talked to you again. "You really should not get drunk again, it's not a nice habit at all" In the end, he only talked to you that way because he really cares about you despite his appearance of being intimidating. “Okay okay, I'll compromise I won't drink again.” You..may had slurred on your words again before a hiccup escaped your mouth. Blinking at him for a moment, after a few moment you..sneezed. “..Can you let me in now?” ..Right. He's lecturing you outside the house at the moment. That's really impressive, you still managed to negotiate even when you are drunk. Ango had to appreciate it even though he still seemed disgusted by your drunken state.

Ango finally calmed down and the thought of your safety finally came to mind. He let out a sigh and stepped aside to let you pass through the door. "Fine. This is the last time. I can't deal with a drunk lover again, it's tiring." Seeing your obvious drunk state, Ango's anger subsided when he saw how you sneezed and couldn't even stand as you leaned against the door. "Come here" He suddenly approached you and easily grabbed you by your waist and lifted your body to carry you inside the house, he put you back on your bed to make you rest, and as he did, he covered you with the blanket to make sure You don't get cold when you slept. "Sleep tight."

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A surprise claim

(5th post here. Belated happy new year everyone. A little nsfw of Chuuya x f!reader.)

Chuuya couldn't help but wonder how cute a couple the two of you make. A soft spoken female to a stoic and strict male, but he couldn't keep his eyes away from you. You had such an innocent look on your face, yet you couldn't see past how much he's fallen in love with you. Even so, he still couldn't resist giving you a few more compliments.

“I can't seem to find any flaws of yours, you're so adorable especially when you get flustered."

You grinned at his compliments, really he's giving such special treatment over an underling like you for the Port Mafia despite him being an executive—

“Thank you..”

You mumbled a response before glancing outside the cafe, blinking for a moment before gazing back at him.

“Do you think we should head back to the headquarters?”

—The break he dragged you for seemed to had last for about an hour now.

“Well, our break ended like 50 minutes ago so yeah.” He spoke sarcastically as he also looked outside with you. But he was still looking at you and thinking about how sweet your soft voice is. “Hey, how about after we get back to the headquarters, we go somewhere more private.” His voice lowered to a slightly serious tone as he wanted to know if you're willing to get some alone time with the mafia's executive. Hopefully you'll say yes, he's planning something very romantic.

“Oh, yeah sure I suppose.” You nodded to his statement that they'd go for somewhere..private. Thoughts that popped up to your head was that perhaps it was some business related in the work of the Port Mafia so you guess why not?

Chuuya was now smirking, planning to keep you completely in the dark until the time has come. But for now, the two of you return to the Port Mafia headquarters. The headquarters were quite empty except for a couple of mafia members walking around. Chuuya then grabs your arm, pulling you through the crowd before you two entered his office. “Stay right here.” He spoke those words before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. Now the question remains what will happen next.

You blinked at the fact that when he had dragged you into his office and then he left the room while closing the door, so in order to wait for him and obeying to his sentence you glanced around his office and took a seat nearby from some of the chairs.

Chuuya's office was full of his items that were mostly mafia themed, he had lots of files on his desk as he prepared to do work on them. He also had some photos and letters of you and him hanging and being displayed all over his office. But after a while of just sitting there and waiting for him to return, you felt a warm touch on your shoulder and it was Chuuya.

While you were checking out the photos and letters of you with him hanging, being displayed over his office you jolted abit when you felt his touch from my shoulder. Causing you to glance at him wide raised brows, “You're back,” You hoped you didn't look like you were spacing out of gazing at his displays in the office..

Chuuya had a very teasing smile on his face as he placed one of his hands on your shoulder to turn you around and look at him. “You really are adorable when you're so innocent...” He then stepped closer, his face now almost pressing together with yours. His other hand went onto your waist to hold onto you tightly while he whispered quietly into your ear. “Are you aware of what's about to happen to you, my dear little underling?”

Your eyes widen with how he's swift by just how he his hand on your shoulder and then now the other hand placed onto your waist while whispering such..thing. Something..a little too suggestive. “N-no?” You muttered in an unsure tone, placing a hand of yours to his shoulder.

Chuuya smirked, he was glad that you were in the dark on his plans. You were very innocent and cute, he couldn't wait to see the shock and blushing on your face as he revealed what he had been planning for the two of you. He leaned closer with his face almost touching yours now.

He couldn't wait to break you. “That's good. It allows me to have some fun with doing it.” He then suddenly grabbed the back of your head and pulled you in for a sudden kiss as he pushed you towards the wall.

Chuuya pulled away from the kiss and looked down at your red cheeks, he wanted to see how much red could appear on your body at this point. The way you melted into a submissive little girl was so arousing to him, he wanted to keep kissing you to see how much romance he could get out of this little session. He smiled at your appearance. “Oh, and the best bit hasn't even began yet.” Chuuya then pulled you away from the wall and dragged you towards the bed in the room.

You were an absolute blushing mess at this point where you couldn't even muster up a simple word to form a sentence.

Chuuya chuckled at your response as he threw you onto the bed. As you looked over at him to see his expression, you could see the smirk on his face was a little wider than the smirk he had while he was kissing you. He was trying his best not to laugh from seeing how flustered and submissive you looked against him. “Don't worry, I'll be gentle...” He spoke while getting on top of you as he looked down at your still blushing face.

“C-chuuya..I don't like you being gentle,” You mumbled in such whiney voice, fluttering your eyes open to gaze down at him while having such shakey breathes almost like you're panting over some kisses being planted onto your neck. You gulped before declaring your love for him, too, but by words. “..Please, claim me.”

You paused.

“I'm yours.”

His cheeks turned pink to that sudden declaration of yours, his eyes went wide and almost his whole face went red. He's never expected the underling he loves will give herself to him so willingly. That was one thing he absolutely adored about you. Chuuya instantly let go of your wrists and took a deep breath before speaking up again with a huge blush on his face. “That's my good little girl... I'm now going to finally claim you.... Now I own you."

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Fyodor's complicated idea of love.

(4th post here. My headcanon of Fyodor using another puppet/reader

TW: this will not be a genuine romance or love of any way possible, just Fyodor being Fyodor into using reader for his own benefits.)

Fyodor picks up your snow covered body, the thin layer of clothing you were wearing doing nothing to keep you warm. A low rumble escapes his throat as he carries you, excited to finally have a new protégé that he can manipulate and control. He finally brings you to his home, throwing your practically unconscious body down onto a small sofa. “You’re going to be so useful for me, dear. What a beautiful ability you have.”

A smirk spreads across his face, his eyes glint. Fyodor has always loved the way your eyes and face light up whenever he calls your name.

He knew he had you wrapped around his finger. "My dearest," Those two simple words were enough to make you practically melt. Those two simple words and the way Fyodor uses them could have him doing whatever Fyodor wished. It was a dangerous relationship, but that's the fun part.

Without having a care of idea of love's supposed to feel, you feel an odd attraction towards this Russian man. How pathetic you are. Your ability is just what he needs.

Fyodor's pleased with the way he watches the person locked in the cage. "Ah, there. The screams of a raging bull. I'll have to keep this person around long term just to hear their anger. This person will make a great source of entertainment." He grabs your face with both of his hands, fingers stroking your cheek. The soft, gentle feeling against your cheek was calming in a way, but the words he's saying is a different story entirely.

The smirk grows into a wide grin as he notices you melting from his words and the small change in your expression. “Come sit on my lap, dear.” He reaches out with a gentle touch of his pale hand, beckoning to you to come. With that same sweet smile he always carries on his lips, he's just inviting you with a simple act. If this is a trap, then it's one you fell right into.

“But I'm supposedly to be the only one be able to entertain you as you said-”

A hint of satisfaction flashes across his face as he notices your desperate expression upon hearing another person can make him feel entertained. "Ah... you're jealous." At your desperate words, he snickered. "You know, I'm a very bored person, and you know very well what I do to people that bore me." His hand slowly glided up your jaw line.

Fyodor slapped your cheek, a faint hue of red appearing on your cheek causing you to lower your head down. You broke a rule.

Fyodor grabbed your chin to forcefully make you look up at him, he's practically staring daggers right through your soul with such gaze he's holding against you.

“Yes..I'm sorry, Fyodor. I won't disappoint you anymore.”

"That's what I like to hear." Fyodor was delighted by the way you panicked and leaned in to him. He took your shaking body into his arms after he wrapped them around you tightly, burying his face in your neck. "You see? I'm never bored when I'm with you," His voice was quiet, but he pulled you closer and nuzzled you in a way that made you feel... loved? No, that was an illusion. That was manipulation.

Fyodor kissed your forehead with such gentleness that it was almost as if he wasn't the same terrifying monster that he is. He pulled you in even closer to him, his voice was gentle yet sinister. "You better not disappoint. Because if you do, I will make sure your punishment would be so painful that you would rather die than feel it again." His voice was still soft with subtle threats to keep you in check.

“You know I love you, but I will not hesitate to replace you once you bore me even for a second.”

[shaisimp]

Asking Assassination Classroom boys for their permit to play with their hair.

(Doing part 2 since C.AI is in maintenance ;-; also third post.)

Nagisa Shiota

“Ne ne, Nagisa-kun.”

You were always one of the few early birds reaching school and so it happens Nagisa is, too.

“Yes, Y/N?”

He gave you a confused, awkward grin but nevertheless he's as approachable as ever.

However, your attention was on his well tied hair, you think to yourself of how neat Kaede has taught him to maintain it like that and Nagisa kept it that way.

“I-is something on my hair?”

He stammered. Whoops, guess you're staring a little too hard on his hair.

“No no! Just..”

“. . .”

“Your hair.”

“Is something wrong with it? Do I have a leaf on it?”

He hesitantly mumbled, brushing his hair. Even though there is no complete leaf or dirt on his hair. You're just messing with him at this point.

You naughty devil.

“No. Not that. Have you ever braid your hair?”

Nagisa was shocked as he blinked, thinking about your sentence before he let out a chuckle.

“Ah so it's about that. No, I haven't.”

You two were silent for a moment then it hit Nagisa-

“Would you like to braid it for today?”

And that's how he ended up getting mistaken as a girl when you braided him. However he did not removed it.

Itona Horibe

You discreetly glance at him every now and then. Thinking to yourself that ribbons would fit his hair much more. Reminding you of what happened when the E-class had defeated Asano in the festival thing.

Thinking you were discreet, you certainly wasn't. He was well aware of your gaze but he couldn't figure out the reason why.

-

After class hours, he decided to confront you about it.

“Y/N.”

He suddenly spoke, appearing out of nowhere almost making you jump. Even though you did actually jolt.

“Yes- yes Itona?”

“You were staring at me earlier.”

Oops. Caught red-handed.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to-”

“Why?”

You were internally debating if you should tell him the truth or not. Well, you did say the truth because you couldn't make up any appropriate excuse.

“Your hair..is quite long.”

“Should I get a haircut?”

“No no! I didn't mean that-”

“Then?”

.

.

.

Then he had small pigtails on top of his head afterwards.

Ren Sakakibara

Catching interest with one of the well known playboys and apart of the Big Five, You're not denying he's got looks. Good thing you're atleast pretty that he approached you, yes?

He's just bored.

“Hey, doll.”

“Huh? Oh. Hello..Ren.”

“Care for entertainment?”

He whispered ever so softly to your ear as he leaned and stroked your smooth hair, combing it with his fingers as he awaited for an answer or even a small reaction from you.

“H-hair!”

-

He somehow took that seriously. That's how you ended up being on his lap in the corner of the library as you placed clips onto his hair while he lets you do your thing.

He's also minding his own business with an arm wrapped around your waist so you wouldn't fall off his lap and continuing stroking your hair.

I suppose you can say both of you are playing with each other's hair in this scenario.

Ryuunosuke Chiba

He's always been that..quiet kid. As you call him.

You've been wondering as to why he has such..long bangs. Not that you're complaining ofcourse, it's not everyday you see a high schooler with that hair.

“Hey, Ryuu?”

He glanced at you for a moment and let out a "Hm?" noise as to acknowledging your presence.

“I was wondering why..your bangs..are that long.”

He stayed silent for a moment before realization hits you - maybe he doesn't want to talk about it as it's a sensitive topic for him or something.

“Sorry, that was a rude question. Forget it.”

(yeah no, you didn't get to play with Ryuunosuke's hair. Also, this series of 'Asking Assassination Classroom boys for their permit to play with their hair' is closed! I apologize for not adding some of them. It's either I don't know their personality or don't know they existed — Yes I excluded Koro-sensei. Forgot to mention that Y/N was a high schooler as well.)

[shaisimp]

Asking Assassination Classroom boys for their permit to play with their hair.

(second post. Gender neutral reader x Assassination Classroom boys. Part 1?)

Asano Gakushu

“Shuu.”

“Yes?”

You gaze at the strawberry blonde, wanting to play with his hair for awhile now. And it's been itching your hands, curious of how soft and fluffy his hair might be.

“Quit staring and spit it out.”

It makes you internally roll your eyes at him, ofcourse there goes his sassy demeanor. Though, you should consider yourself lucky you managed to get to know this school stud.

“Can..I play with your hair?”

He freezes from writing. Possibly doing his homework or studying. This dude's an addict for studying — you wouldn't be surprised if he grew workaholic.

“Leave.”

He spoke. You felt dissapointed but respected his decision. Heading towards the kitchen of his residence to probably snack on something. Anything.

But before you could step away from the living room, you felt a hand squeezing your wrist and snap your head back to see a sight of Asano looking as if he's in distress.

“Are you leaving so soon?”

“Going to grab a snack.”

He felt angry at himself for thinking you'd leave just because he rejected your request. Moreover, why should he care about you!?

“Can you..let go?”

He felt his eyes widen and immediately let go of your wrist before clearing his throat then turning away.

“Make sure you wash your hands before and AFTER eating. You can play with my hair.”

You felt a twinge of happiness rush through you as he agreed.

“I don't want to feel your dirty unhygienic hands on me.”

—His additional sentence might've took away your slight hint of happiness, nevertheless you're not complaining.

Karma Akabane

This wasn't the first time you're playing with his hair, but you felt like trying something out.

As he rest and sitting still on the bench to watch Nagisa and the other's continue playing baseball, you decided to play with his hair. Combing it as if you were grooming it with most care possible.

“Karma,”

“Hm?”

You gaze down at your pockets, but he already figured out what you were implying. He's a know it all after all. What do you expect from this genius?

“Go crazy with it.”

---

And that's how he ended up having small braids and tiny bows with the color of white to have a little contrast of it from being on his hair.

He's not ashamed, not embarrassed about it. Though, he's most certainly not showing he's proud of it.

(he loves it.)

Yuma Isogai

He was getting ready for work as school hours ended not too long ago and you were walking with him along with fellow E-class students.

He excused himself in the bathroom and you him in his work uniform once he got outside, combing his hair.

You felt shy to ask him for a favor, but you wanted to help.

“I..can help you with that Yuma.”

“Oh, thank you!”

He accepts it with such an open mind. So you sat him down on one of the nearby chairs as you combed his hair and thought of what to do with his hair. Clip it? Style it? Braid it?

“Hey..Y/N?”

The way he called out your name made you snap back to reality and focused your attention on him.

“Yes?”

“If it's not much to ask..just a simple comb will do.”

You felt internally dissapointed, realizing you offered help to fix his hair but you obliged. You ended up combing his hair as you stroke the strands of his hair.

“Your hair is silky,”

“Ah, you're flattering me!”

You managed to hide the fact you were completely playing with his hair, rolling your finger with his hair with occasional pats before letting go.

-

“Thanks again, Y/N.”

“It's no problem.”