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#Fyodor Dostoevsky
charlies-a-thief · 2 days
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I did a drawing of Fyodor inspired by some curly haired mice in october of 2023 and semi recently decided to make a spread with the same idea since I've gotten quite a few instagram dms asking me to draw it again <3
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hadesoftheladies · 2 days
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"your worst sin is that you have betrayed yourself for nothing" is something i'm headcannoning as one of the lines fyodor dostoevsky stole from anna's diaries because that quote is about and for every woman who has ever loved a man in the last 6,000 years
you gave him everything, sacrificed your dignity and future, and he still picked other men, another woman, his career, his place in society, his father/brother, his god, his money over you
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F-yo-dor~
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Dom!reader x sub!fyodor (reader is gender neutral)
Warning: pegging (can be read as a dick), CNC, dacryphilia, feminisation
I wrote this before, but I changed some stuff
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Fyodor positioned himself in your lap, straddling you before sitting down completely. He could feel a throbbing sensation as he let himself be filled. Then he shifted around for a bit, gaze not leaving yours for a moment. It was adorable how he thought he’s in control, just because he was on top. Once the man settled down comfortably, he started going up and down at you. Riding and bouncing on your dick with a hint of desperation. His hands gripped your shoulders, and he quickened his pace, revelling in the power he held in this situation. For example being able to choose the intensity of the act as he pleased, he smirked at you the entire time. Even though he tried to be more domineering in this case, he couldn’t keep his voice down. Moans slipped from his lips, mixed with an occasional whimper.
You just sat down and let him do, watching him getting off on top was you was amusing to say the least. How he looked at you was playful and smug, but you didn’t care, you were going to let him have his moment. The play unfolding in front of you was pathetic but also arousing. The sound of skin against skin reached your ears, along with his gasps and whimpers. Slowly his movements heightened in intensity, you could tell he was close already. “Ahh~uuUhhmm!" an especially loud moan slipped from the male as he came on top of you. His panting was heavy, torso rising and lowering with every breath.
After he came down from his high, he smirked at you. Looking at you through half lidded eyes, which were a bit hidden by his bangs. His cheeks had turned reddish, and he stopped holding onto you. “You aren’t satisfied, right? But I won’t keep going unless you beg.” Fyodor said, while his hole clenched around you, and thighs trembled with excitement. Then your hands suddenly gripped his hips. The grip was very rough, next day there would be marks. He yelped, shrieked and wrapped his arms around your neck again. Without wasting time you forced him to move back and forth, grinding the toy against his walls.
That look on his face! It was so lewd and perverted! How his eyes widened, mouth hung agape and shock washed over him. Out of nowhere his blush intensified, and was spreading to his shoulders now. “Did you have fun pretending to be in control? Haha~” you teased him, mocking him for his delusion.
A mixture of horror, confusing and pleasure blend within him as you kept forcing him to move. He didn’t know what to think about this situation, so all he did was moan on your dick like a slut in heat. “Ah..aAHHH..! oOH, nghh..” the sounds he made were amazing, you lost yourself in it and subconsciously fastened the pace. The grip on his waist tightened, almost painfully as you forcefully guide his movements. Pressing and trusting into him at an even faster pace then before. How you abruptly shifted the dynamics shocked him, the male was still irritated as to what just happened. His earlier teasing and confident gaze changed to one of vulnerability, your words reminding him that he is still at your mercy.
The pace which you set was so rough, it was too much for him. Pleasures and ecstasy rippled through his body, his eyes rolled back while his whole body shivered. Poor boy was drooling while he pleaded with you, “stop! AHhh s-stop~” tears were decorating his pretty face as well, hands gripping your arms now as you kept your steady movements. "Slow downnn! Nghh, ple-ase..gentler...”
You were still rutting into him, forcing him up and down your dick. His cries and whines were like music in your ears, causing you to increase the intensity once again. Making him surrender to the overwhelming sensations of pain and bliss. Each rhythmic snap of your hips against his got his head spinning around, the feeling maddening but also addictive. Things only got worse for the boy when you started hitting his sweet spot with precision. Now his dick throbbed and leaked uncontrollably, this was evidence of the pleasure he was receiving. “I-it's so..intense, hAah- you are so.. so rough with me! Nghh…please gimme a breaAAK~”
Without listening to his begs, you kept degrading him, “Hah, you are dipping wet down here, Fyodor. What, have you become a girl? Do you like this so much?” You snickered at the display in front of you. The words you whispered to him mingled with his brain, making him feel humiliated even somehow even more embarrassed than he already was. “N-no..'m not a girl.! I'm a guy- ahhh~ please, i-I'm not wet..!" He tried to defend himself even though he knew it's hopeless and that he was playing right into your palm. “It that so? F-yo-dor~?” The way you said his name made him shudder, how did he even turn into this mess? Wasn't he a feared ability user before? Reduced to a mere whore- no, your whore.
“AHHhh..pleA~se! I-I can't- uhmm, gahh..” “Are you close again? Go on, Fyodor, hehe.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, his unfocused eyes were really erotic after all. Luckily got him you gave him the permission he needed, he didn't think twice about it before white ropes of cum shoot from his arousal. Body shaking in your grip, head thrown back as he let out small begs for mercy. His legs trembled, unable to move after the intense play of you two. You were still holding his slim body, his soft skin against your fingers. He could feel his conscious fading, unable to keep his eyes from closing. The last thing he heard was, "mine." Before the exhaustion overtook his body and he slumped against your chest.
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angeliczuko · 2 days
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Fyodor headers!⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
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Do not copy or plagiarise my works, please shoot me an ask for more :3
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sorrowsuicide · 2 days
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opieluvs · 2 days
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ᡣ𐭩‧₊˚𓂃 "That Night I Cried All The Tears God Gave Me" ft. fyodor dostoevsky
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summary. after finding out your husband died, you don't know what to do with yourself. tw. fem!reader, reader is fyodor's wife, character death, slight nikolai x reader, reader is implied to be religious (but anyone can read), reader is pregnant, HEAVY ANGST, grammar mistakes (?) wc. around 1k
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you were in the kitchen when you heard the front door open. "fedya, honey, is that you?" you asked as you turned off the stove. "i made us dinner! it's pelmeni, your favorite!" you walk over to the front door and surprise to see nikolai.
"kolya? what are you doing here?" you asked. he look rather sad. you could tell he wasn't his usually energetic and childish self. "where's fedya?" you started to get worried.
"(name)... i'm so sorry, but...dos-kun didn't make it." nikolai said as he looked down at his feet. "wh-what...?" your voice faltered, disbelief warring with undeniable truth. this couldn't be, what do you mean fyodor is dead? that's impossible.
you then notice that nikolai was holding a letter. you reached out a trembling hand, taking the letter from nikolai's grasp. your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing the disbelief and devastation coursing through your veins. with trembling fingers, you unfolded the paper, the words blurring before your tear-filled eyes.
"my darling (name),
i can't wait to return to you, my love. the food is awfully bland here, and i do admit, i miss you cooking. i miss your warmth, your laughter, the way your eyes light up when you smile. i miss everything about you.
i know i'm not the easiest man to love. my work, my obligations—they often take me away from you, and for that, i am deeply sorry. but please know, my love for you burns brighter than any star in the sky. it's what keeps me going, even in the darkest of times.
and speaking of darkness, i know you'll be worried about me being in prison. but please, my dear, don't lose faith. i'm strong, and i'll make it through this. i promise you, my darling, that I will return to you. no prison cells can hold me back from the love that awaits me on the other side. i will hold you in my arms again, kiss away your tears, and watch our child grow together.
(name), my love, my heart, my everything. Please, don't cry for me. just know that i'll always return to you, no matter what. you are my angel, my soul, and i will always love you and our baby.
stay strong, my darling. for you, for our baby, for us. until then, know that you are always in my thoughts, my prayers, my heart.
with all my love, fyodor"
you collapsed onto the floor and broke out crying. in that moment, nothing could ease the anguish that consumed you. the love of your life, the father of your unborn child, was gone. how were you supposed to go on without him? how were you supposed to raise your child alone?
"God, why?! Why did you take him from me?!" you sobbed and sobbed as you begged God for an answer. you clutched the letter to your chest as you cried.
you felt a hand on your shoulder and you look up to see nikolai looking at you with sadness in his eyes. he knelt down and wraps his arms around you. you began to cry into his chest as he tried his best to comfort you.
he understood your pain. fyodor was his best friend, well to him. all those times nikolai thought he wanted to kill fyodor now felt like a lie. nikolai listen as you kept asking and begged God for an answer. he listened as her sobbed and he swore he could hear your heart breaking. you weren't mad at God, you were just sad and didn't understand why God took fyodor away from you.
as the night wore on, you found yourself cocooned in the suffocating embrace of grief. each sob wracked your body, a physical manifestation of the pain that threatened to consume you whole. nikolai remained by your side, his presence a silent solace in the midst of your despair.
time blurred into an endless procession of tears and anguish. the weight of your loss pressed down upon you like a suffocating blanket, leaving you gasping for air in a world that had suddenly turned dark and unforgiving.
in the depths of your despair, you clung to the letter from fyodor as if it were a lifeline in the stormy sea of your emotions. his words, filled with love and promises of return, offered a fleeting sense of comfort amidst the overwhelming grief that threatened to engulf you.
but even as you clung to his words, a nagging doubt gnawed at the edges of your consciousness. how could you go on without him? how could you raise your child alone, knowing that their father would never return to embrace them with the same love and warmth that he had bestowed upon you?
nikolai's presence offered a semblance of support, but even his comforting embrace could not fill the void left by fyodor's absence. in the quiet moments between sobs, you found yourself grappling with the unfairness of it all, questioning why fate had deemed it necessary to tear your world apart.
as the first light of dawn crept through the windows, illuminating the shadows that clung to the corners of the room, you felt a sense of numbness settle over you. the tears had dried up, leaving behind a hollow ache that resonated with the emptiness of your soul.
in that moment, you realized that no amount of tears or prayers could bring fyodor back to you. his absence was a gaping wound that would never fully heal, a testament to the cruelty of fate and the fragility of human existence.
with a heavy heart, you rose from the floor, the weight of your grief dragging at your limbs like chains. as you made your way through the dimly lit house, each step echoed with the hollow emptiness of your soul.
outside, the world continued to spin, indifferent to the pain that consumed you. and as you stood alone in the quiet embrace of the morning light, you whispered a silent prayer to a God whose reasons remained shrouded in mystery.
but even as you prayed, a part of you knew that there would be no answers, no solace to be found in the cold, indifferent silence of the universe. for in the end, all that remained was the echo of your tears and the empty ache of a heart shattered beyond repair.
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a/n. i'm still crying over fyodor's "death" :( i miss him so much, man. i hoped you enjoyed and reblogs are very appreciated !!
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method-piece · 18 hours
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sappyking · 2 days
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waiting-eyez · 17 hours
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The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he's in prison.
(Fyodor Dostoevsky)
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He said 'ily' but Dostoevsky said ,
"...she tortures me, tortures me with her love... In the past it was only that infernal body of hers that tortured me, but now I've taken all her soul into my soul and through her I've become a man."
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Matching birdie boyfriend for The Rat I drew a few months ago. They are taking their pets on their date. 😊
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magdalenepie · 17 hours
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why would lps tbk kinda hit tjo...
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possessedbydevils · 3 days
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Do l pass the vibe check
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mikhailrakitin · 2 days
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rakitin first!!!!
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tofedya · 22 hours
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I can't stop thinking about Fyodor kissing the back of your hands as his favorite act of intimacy. Sometimes he will take your palm and place it on his cheek, seeking the comfort of a warm hand.
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maryrougeatre · 2 days
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What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
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