#bsd fyodor x reader

[justcallmesakira]

You pounce on him, god this insufferable bastard always got you on your nerves, teasing about your status, grades and everything.

"God you idiot! Can you stop your mockery for one fucking second?" you exclaim your legs trapping his body down to the floor.

Everyone in school was watching your and his fights everyday, even the teachers were so fed up.

"What is it now, sweetie? Mad?" even so he teases you literally pinned against the ground.

"Shut the fuck up you manwhore" you reply back with anger in your movement your body creating slight friction against his which you djdnt notice.

You glare at him as if hes some leech heck he would only grin nastily if you did

"Ah just like that, love You hit the spot~"

He moans out, arousol in his tone which instantly made a hue in your cheeks appear but you had deemed it as anger and you instantly get up. Everyone was looking at you two whispering stuff like "theyre so dating" "its giving academic rivals".

While he was there just grinning cheekily, your glare piercing through his naughty ones.

"Cats got your tongue~"

+ DAZAI, NIKOLAI, fyodor, RANPO, DABI, bakugo, GOJO, geto and your cheeky favs :3

[fyodorloveclub]

I NEED YOU!

✩ pairing: alpha!fyodor x omega!reader

✩ cw: omegaverse, reader in heat, knotting, brief somno, piv missionary sex, mention of pups, mention of morning after pills. just kind of a quick fuck dsfklds 18+ minors DNI !!

✩ notes: breedtober fic 3!! so sorry for the delay!

want more of breedtober?

“F-Fyodor,” you whine, grabbing at his arm weakly. “Fedya, baby, please.”

The feeble attempt to wake your peacefully sleeping lover is about as successful as you thought it would be – completely futile. Well, if you were in a state of normal thought.

You yourself had just awoken only minutes before, clothes and sheets drenched in sweat as your skin burned, and your entire body shook as all of your nerve endings felt like they were on fire. It all could’ve been chalked up to a virus, as you did suspect a fever, but only one thing could be the culprit responsible for the all-too-familiar ache between your legs, paired with your clouded headspace.

You were in heat.

It was a whole month too early – it shouldn’t be happening, but it was. And there was no denying it – not when you reached down between your legs and your fingers returned soaked in slick and juices, and you found yourself groaning for more.

Heat affected and clouded your mind pretty badly – it wasn’t uncommon for you to not remember much of anything from a cycle, and that seemed to be the case now. You could barely tell your left from your right, but the one thing you did know above all else, was that you needed to get fucked, and now.

Despite your weakness and lack of coordination, you still found yourself climbing on top of your sleeping lover and tugging down his boxers before grinding against his soft cock. Still thinking it was worth a shot, you tried to slide it inside you for some relief as your oozing cunt ached, but it just wasn’t working. Spitting into your palm, your hands and thighs shake as you start to jack Fyodor off in hopes of getting him hard enough to fuck yourself on him.

And that’s what he woke up to – you straddling him, pumping and sucking on his soft cock as it slowly grew. And though your movements were erratic and not the most pleasurable, Fyodor’s body began to respond. By the time the man was fully awake, you were lining yourself up and trying to sink down onto him, but your aim just wasn’t good enough.

“Darling, what are you doing?” Fyodor asks, grabbing your waist to stabilize you before sitting up. “What’s wrong?” His eyes went wide as you started to break down.

“I’m in heat, Fedya,” you sobbed, falling against him.

“Wh-what?” he stammers, his fatigued brain trying to recall the date. “I thought it wasn’t due for another month.” Though the sickeningly sweet scent coming from you that filled his nostrils confirmed you were telling the truth.

“I don’t know,” you cried.

“It’s okay, my love,” he soothes, pulling you close to his chest and rocking you. “You’ll be okay. I’m here. What can I do to help?” His accent is thick, evidence of his exhaustion.

Your answer is immediate. “Please fuck me!”

The crude words briefly stun Fyodor, but he just nods before kissing your cheek. He is half-hard anyway.

Laying you gently on your back, your lover’s touch is soft as he hovers over you, spreading your legs apart. Normally he fingers you or pleasures you with his tongue before fucking you, but your whines and cries are shrill to his tired ears, and you are most certainly wet enough for it.

With his lips pressed to yours, Fyodor spreads your legs and lines himself up, groaning as he sinks his cock into your throbbing pussy.

“Going to take good care of you, my love,” he mutters into your ear, accent thick. You just nod mewl in response.

He begins to roll his hips against yours as you attach yourself to him, circling your arms around his neck and damn near howling as he bottoms out.

“Fedya!” you cry out, toes curling and spreading your legs even wider. “More, faster, please.”

“So, so needy, aren’t we?” he chuckles. And yes – you are. So fucking needy.

Fyodor gives you what you need, quickly building up a rhythm. The squelching sounds of sex and skin-on-skin fill the bedroom alongside both of your breathy moans.

He knows that when you’re in heat, your breasts tend to become really sore as well, so he takes the liberty of catching your nipple in his mouth, sucking on the sensitive bud and massaging the other breast with his hand in rhythm with his thrusts. You only howl and groan more at the welcome stimulation, whining his name over and over like a spell. The bed creaks and shakes with how hard he fucks you, now invested in chasing his own high.

“Please knot me, Fyodor, please,” you cry. “Need your pups.”

“Okay, baby, okay,” he’s soothing again after releasing your nipple from his mouth, petting your hair and kissing you.

It’s not long before he gives you what you desperately need. Alpha’s knots typically don’t swell during sex, but they can if their omega is in heat – and you were releasing more than enough pheromones to alert Fyodor’s body of that.

As he nears his high, the base of his cock swells, trapping him inside you before he’s spilling all of into you with a deep throaty groan. The two of you weren’t ready for pups yet, but it’s fine – you have a bathroom drawer of heat supplies well-stocked with morning after pills.

Though his knot wouldn’t be deflated enough to pull out for at least another twenty minutes you had already passed out, so Fyodor very gently maneuvered the two of you so that you were laying on top of him, allowing you to lay against his chest and for him to return to a sleeping position while he remained inside your tight cunt. You likely would need him again soon, anyway.

“Thank you, my sweet, sweet Fedya,” you mumble against his chest.

“You’re welcome, darling,” he smiles, kissing the top of your forehead. “Get some rest. We’ll need it.”

[angelzai]

Hi! I love your writing sm!!🥰 can I request a jealous Nikolai or Fyodor (nsfw pls) it doesn’t matter either one 🙏

jealous – nikolai gogol + fyodor dostoevsky . . . .ᐟ

NSFW CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

wc: 1.5k

cw: explicit sexual content, gn!reader, language, dirty talk, brief mentions of ownership/belonging, toxic ass men. nikolai: mentions of injury/threats/murder, edging mention, oral (m!receiving), rough facefucking, wrist restraints, cum eating, nicknames (dovey, angel, sweetheart; kolya for him); fyodor: teasing, mild degradation, mild spanking, one religious reference, fingering, penetration, i love yous, nicknames (pretty, my love, whore, милашка/milashka=cutie; fedya, my only/everything for him)

reid: hey anon, thank you so much for the kind words uwu why not both?? inspo for this struck me as hcs/scenario format, hope that's okay <3 this is my first time ever writing for nikolai! he's so insane and he was actually a lot of fun to take a shot at. enjoy!

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i can see NIKOLAI being easily made jealous.

even if you don't mean to provoke it, he's got a screw or two loose enough that his paranoia will get the better of him

and in true nikolai nature, he'll do some unhinged shit in the name of protecting his relationship with you.

he definitely maimed, shot, and mutilated a couple innocent flirters before you could really sit down with him and express how much you...disliked that methodology.

he does not play about you.

he gets better about it further into your relationship - no more murder on your behalf, you tell him, and he can manage that much! with this man, however, the unfortunate soul who fucketh around shall still findeth out.

oh, how he enjoys the look on the handsy stranger's face when he slinks up behind you to curl around your waist and portal-hold the tip of a blade to their chin

likes your reaction even more!

the way you squeeze his arm when you realize it's just your beloved jester behind you -

the blush on your face as you explain to the scum that this is your dear boyfriend (and apologize for the knife pointed at their face) -

the smooch you whip around to press to nikolai's cheek while he withdraws the weapon but never breaks eye contact with the stranger as they back away -

it all works like a charm!

what he loves most, though, comes later...

He's been edging himself with your mouth for god knows how long.

"If other bitches get to hear you talk, it's gonna be with that pretty voice wrecked," Nikolai groans, out of breath. "Feels- ngh, s'fuckin' good."

You can barely take it anymore. The blood's rushing to your head, first of all - it's been hanging off the edge of the bed practically since the minute you got home. Your jaw aches as Nikolai continues to use your throat. Most frustrating, though, is the pulsing heat between your legs that you can't even sate because your lover has bound your wrists up near your chest - all you can do is arch when, off and on, Nikolai reaches down to play with you while he fucks your mouth.

But he's getting needy, you can tell, because he loses himself a bit - he hasn't touched you in a good few minutes and his thrusts are getting greedier. He's long quit letting you come up for air. You think you've run out of tears - all you can do is breathe furiosly through your nose as he holds each side of your head and grunts from his chest as he ruins you.

You claw at him. "So good, dovey," he tells you, "almost done. Keep bein' good f'me- yeah."

You move your tongue how you can, hum around him when you can - eventually your dedication is rewarded when he pulls all the way out and strokes himself frantically over your tongue - and you cough a little, curling up into yourself.

You can hardly help your open-mouthed smile, however, when Nikolai releases the rough grip on your jaw to caress your cheek as he cums in thick spurts across your face. Your lashes flutter, he's moaning - "fuck, angel- angh!" - and you let out the garbled beginnings of a giggle as you lap up what makes it in your mouth.

You feel him scoop his load off your skin before his finger's in your mouth. Immediatley after you suck the rest of him down, he's bending down to kiss you sloppily and uncuff your wrists.

"That's my dovey," he affirms (more to himself than you). He peppers your face with kisses, his messy, snowy bangs brushing your face. "C'mere."

He works you upright just to lay you back down, more comfortably this time, finally and with fervor circling his fingers around your clenching hole.

"Kolya-" you rasp, sore.

"Took me so good, sweetheart," Nikolai shushes you, eyes alight with mania as he starts trailing kisses from your neck to your stomach. "Now that you remember who owns you, 'm gonna show you none of those motherfuckers could make you feel as good as I can."

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oh, demon FYODOR.

i think he's less jealous than he is simply possessive.

he's not super concerned about people flirting with you, doing things for you, checking you out...in fact, he kind of likes watching those things happen! not that he doesn't expect it, you're perfect after all <3

because he knows, as you settle in his arms to whisper about the compliment you received or giggle at the person who offered to pay for your coffee, none of it will ever compare to the sweet words and pure love he showers you with, and he relishes in that fact. they can try anything they want, but you will never belong to anyone but him.

doesn't go needlessly far with expressing his jealousy when it does crop up - he's a tactful man, and he's not going to act out in a way that might put you off like nikolai will

he's patient, too. he's so composed around others. no one expects it - anyone who doesn't know better would assume the idiot who makes a pass at the demon king's beloved would get the whole room aired out in a matter of seconds

on the contrary, fyodor will sit with the closest he can get to a humorous grin on his face while he waits for you to make your way over and kiss him or sit on his lap or hook your arms around his waist

he'll tease you a little about it. "getting some attention?"

if you smile at him reassuringly, lean in, and tell him, "none that truly concerns me," all will be peaceful.

if you tease him back, however - maybe cross your legs away from him and shoot him a smirk and a quick "maybe so" - oh yeah, you're in for it.

He works you up, makes you a mess - then he throws it in your face.

"My gosh, милашка-" He doesn't take the Lord's name in vain even while he's drawing downright sinful noises from your body. "-listen to yourself. Shameless."

Fyodor's a patient man, as mentioned before; he uses it to his advantage in situations like this. He's stretching you out on his lithe fingers, slowly, almost painfully - his other hand traverses your thigh, landing a hard spank to the side of your ass each time you roll your hips unwillingly. You really can't help it either way - you have to watch and feel his pretty, pale fingers disappear into your hole, so it's either squirm and get smacked or whine and get mocked.

You're in a lose-lose situation, it seems. It felt amazing at first, the slow curl of his knuckles inside you, the gentle circling of his wrist, the concentrated sighs that left his rosy lips as he watched you relax into his touch, but now it's just torture. Now, you can only clench furiously and cry out please, please, just a little faster, Fedya, please!

Your eyes water when he finally gives in a little, moving fractionally faster.

"Do you deserve it, my love?" He cocks his head, looking at you as if he really values your opinion on the matter. "Or, my whore - since you're comfortable entertaining the advances of strangers."

You weren't, you must've sworn up and down ten times by now. You were being polite, you promise, but he shakes his head, his soft black locks waving as if mocking you too.

"Polite? You're lucky I haven't forced that filthy mouth shut. That's what got you here, after all," Fyodor explains excruciatingly. Sure, you got a little sassy with him after he accused you of being just that, a whore, after you'd flashed a humble smile toward the fellow restaurant patron who'd sent you a drink. And sure, that was tone deaf of them, considering Fyodor was very clearly holding your hand across the table and sporting your love bites on his neck, but you just couldn't be rude.

His eyes soften when a fat tear rolls down your cheek.

"Oh, pretty, don't cry." He shifts his legs beneath himself; his pace stays the same, but he reaches deeper inside you. "You remember who you're talking to, yes? You learn your lesson?"

You nod frantically. You whimper. "Of course, of course, Fedya, my only, ‘m sorry..."

You yelp like you've been burnt when he pulls his fingers out of you, but soon enough his hand is gripping your waist, his tip is teasing your entrance, and he's cooing into your ear, "Your only. You only love me, right? Say it."

You cup his face, grab at his shoulders, grind into him as you tearily reply, "Only love you, Fedya. I love you. You're my everything, please. My everything. I love you."

He knows you do. He just has to make you say it - make sure you know you do.

Fyodor's tongue finds yours as he thrusts into you - you're his everything, too, and he won't admit that, but he'll fuck you so good you know it's true.

"Relax, my love. Let me make you cum."

[cowboykento]

cw: yandere!fyodor, he treats you kinda like a doll, slapping, religious themes, daddy kink, hard/mean dom!fyodor

yandere!fyodor who really treats you more like a pet than a lover. sure, it started off normally, with him courting you, taking you on nice dates, whatever you wanted to do.

now, though, it’s different. ever since you moved in with him, fyodor had been subtly switching his demeanor around you. from encouraging you to quit your job because he could handle everything, darling, to making letting you stay home from any and all events.

you hadn’t even realized the changes were happening. you were so swept up in your love for fyodor that the alarm bells had been silenced, just as he’d planned.

even when he’s fucking you, he really sees you as more of a toy. a pretty little doll that he can pull his pleasure from.

“oh, you’re just so pretty for me, aren’t you, doll?” he asks, lithe fingers pinching and pulling the thin fabric he’s dressed you in.

a soft, flowy white lingerie set that, of course, he’d bought just for you. he just adores you in white—you are, after all, oh so innocent.

you melt under his affections, your cheeks growing warm and your brain utterly dulled from the danger you were truly in. instead, your heart just flutters and your pussy gets wetter.

fyodor dips his fingers between your legs before licking your arousal off of them.

“so wet for me, babydoll. y’that needy for my cock? just need to be stuffed to be happy, don’t you?”

you nod at him eagerly before he gives his command to “lay down then.”

you comply, of course, your mind knowing no other course of action than to be good for him. oh, he’s trained you so well.

the thought makes his chest puff with pride as he pulls his cock out, already hardened just from seeing you submit to him so easily.

“such a perfect pussy, princess. gonna stuff it so full, just like she wants,” he groans against your ear.

you whimper out a desperate, “please.”

“please, what?” he prompts, rubbing his dick through your soft folds.

“p-please, daddy,” you manage to get out, desperate tears pooling in your eyes.

he swipes away the first tear as it falls, “aw, no need to cry, my dear. you know i’ll always take care of you and that princess cunt, don’t you? don’t i always take good care of my little girl? keep you safe, keep you happy, keep you full,” he punctuates the last word by pressing his length into you, forcing a cry from your lips.

“ohh- thank you daddy, oh my god,” you cry.

your plea earns you a sharp smack on the mouth, “ah ah. you know better than to use our lord’s name in vain. guess daddy’s going to have to punish you for that, hm?”

“ah!” you moan, “ah- ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, please don’t punish me!”

“i’ll have mercy on you, just this once, darling. but it’d do you well to watch that mouth of yours,” he replies sternly, rutting his hips against yours, stretching you even more.

he thrusts into you relentlessly, pulling every single moan and sob out of your body. at some point you go limp beneath him, but that does nothing to deter his desire, his need, for you and your tight cunt.

he reaches a hand around your throat, squeezing firmly, and that’s the only warning you get before he’s coming deep into your womb, pumping you full of his warm seed before even a drop can spill out.

eventually his thrusts still, but he keeps his cock stuffed inside your pussy, keeping his baby full, just like he promised.

he lets you fall asleep like that, holding you tight against his chest, savoring what is undeniably his.

masterlist

[whatifwekissedatneocity]

enclosed in our souls

multiple bsd characters x reader. reader is gn (gender neutral)

about: headcanon of things bsd characters do when they have a crush on you

featuring: dazai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa, fyodor and nikolai.

kiel notes: my first multi chara post, more charas r coming!!! i wrote this while listening to i hope to be around (live) by men i trust. and this feels corny as hell

DAZAI — tries to find alone time together and seek intimacy

you think dazai has been talking nonstop recently. he yaps a lot, always bothering kunikida or you during work. but since a few weeks ago, he’s been way more playful than usual. constantly following you around, whining and tugging at your sleeves. he’d drag you to the couch and talk about his day, facts, and new discoveries. anything, just anything to hold your attention, to find an excuse to stare into your beautiful eyes lovingly. to have some peace and quiet from his chaotic mind and maybe fall asleep on your shoulders because your presence grounds him.

CHUUYA — drives you around and take late-night bike rides

chuuya is always ready to drive you to and fro. he offers to drive you around all the time, and you think his gestures are really sweet (who’s gonna tell y/n?). after school? he’s ready to pick you up outside your university campus. of course, he only drives you when he’s free, which is all the time because he clears his schedule for you. he offers to drive you home after every failed job interview, ready with tissue and your favourite ice cream in the passenger seat. on nights when you need a temporary escape, he’s already outside your apartment with his red bike and an extra helmet in his hand. even if the world fails you, he’d still be here on your loneliest rides.

ATSUSHI — takes strolls with you and walks you home

atsushi loves his strolls with you. simple strolls like going for lunch or buying supplies for the agency make his heart full. he had been so used to being alone all the time, but ever since you offered to stroll with him that one time, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. it meant a lot to him, and now he asks you to go on strolls instead. hell, he doesn’t have to ask, because it’s a routine. he waits for you to pack up your desk and you both leave together to walk home. the wind blows your hair, and you walk with both hands behind your back in comfortable silence. often in the sunset, on the way home, atsushi hopes that one day he’s able to stroll into your heart.

AKUTAGAWA — volunteers to go on missions with you

akutagawa is not one to be obvious about his crush, so he shows it in a super duper not obvious way. he requests to go on more missions with you, to keep you safe and spend time on the battlefield. mori thinks it’s weird. akutagawa putting in special requests to go with y/n all the time? that’s unlike him. that’s right, because he’s a fool in love right now. the way you fight is mesmerising him, and he was almost shot dead that one time (by a cupid, who knows?) if it wasn’t for you who jumped in. he likes the way you revel in fighting, which is similar to his bloodlust. he stands behind you during missions, guarding you, and his heart.

FYODOR — plays his cello for you

fyodor plays his cello for everyone, including his victims before they were killed, so it wasn’t anything special. that’s what you thought, and you were dead wrong. he’d learn classical pieces you like in hopes of hearing you compliment him. his pretty and slender fingers would be calloused, but he didn’t mind. it’s all for you. he’d invite you over for tea often and have you listen to him play the cello for hours. his cello might be off-tune, but his heart isn’t.

NIKOLAI — tries to make you laugh

nikolai noticed how you liked to laugh. your laughter is light and playful, with a touch of whimsy that brings a smile to his face. the decay of angel members aren’t amused by his usual antics, but you liked it. you’d giggle at his silliness and his heartbeat quickens. he scrambles to be dramatic again, pulling a rose out of his coat and handing it to you. you giggle again. he likes (a huge understatement) the sound of your laughter; he thinks he needs to hear it ten times a day (or maybe even more). because the day you stop laughing is the day he’s gone.

main menu ☆

[zumek0]

draft 04; dostoevsky, f.

↪︎ fluff, fedya having a soft spot for his lover, reader is sick, gn reader, written with a fem reader in mind tho, references to irl dostoevsky’s life, surprise angst at the end, mentions of death.

↝ summary: when you become ill and are unable to fall asleep, he reads to you. the action feeling both familiar and distant to him.

You sneeze. Four times, actually.

You getting sick was highly inconvenient for Fyodor, as it prevented you from fulfilling your duties as a member of the Rats in the House of the Dead. He had to disregard plans and work his way around being down not only a member, but also the best assassin in the organization. Not to mention how it not only affected his organization, but also the Decay of Angels.

As annoyed as he was with the whole situation, seeing you in such a miserable state didn't bring him any kind of joy. On the contrary, he felt his heart hurt when he saw your teary eyes and heard your hoarse voice. Not that he would ever let you know that.

He stands up from his office set up and heads to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He can't concentrate, so he decides that he might as well check up on you. That is, of course, because he needs you to get better so you can get back to work immediately, and not because he heard you cough a little too much and a little too hard.

He places the glass on the bedside table. He hears you thank him weakly. "Are you okay?" he asks uninterestedly but scans your face for any kind of discomfort. "Tired..." you sneeze after you answer.

"Then sleep." He hands you a tissue, which you barely muster enough energy to take.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I don't know."

Fyodor sighs and then leaves the room. Your eyes start tearing up again, this time because you want him to stay with you. The whole image is comical: a killer as cold and ruthless as you, crying miserably because their boyfriend wouldn't spend time with them? Even if someone were to see it with their own eyes, it would be hard to believe.

Fyodor returns to the room with a book in hand. The cover torn and creased from the passage of time. It is Fyodor's favorite. Even if he rarely touched it, you knew he held a great fondness for that book in particular.

He lays down in the bed and looks at you expectantly. While your moves are slow, he waits patiently for you to make yourself comfortable against his chest. He opens the book on the first page.

"On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out of the garret in which he lodged in S. Place and walked away slowly..."

His soft voice and regular heartbeat lulled you asleep.

A young dark haired man lies kneeling at the foot of his bed. His head is hung low and his fingers are intertwined. After he finishes his prayer with an "Amen", he gets up and heads for his mother's room.

He enters quietly and finds his father already there, sitting on a chair by his mother's side. Her head turns upon hearing the door opening and a warm yet tired smile makes home on her face.

"Fedyen'ka." Her voice, although strained and tired, sounds happy to see him. "Come here, my angel. Your father and I have something for you."

He is given a book.

On a late night while talking to his mother, he had entrusted her with the knowledge of his passion for literature. Talking about some of the books he had managed to get his hands on, weather by acquaintances of his lending him some, or by the old man in the shoe shop who let him stay a couple of hours after his work ended just so he could read some of the books that he kept in the backroom of his store. That night his mother promised him that for his sixteenth birthday, she would get him a book of his own.

She had never broken a promise, yet there were still two months until his birthday. Fyodor understood at that moment that his mother was probably going to die before that.

A simple "Thank you." is all he could muster.

That night he was unable to sleep. His father went out to tend to some business, so the house would've been completely silent if it weren't for the coughs of his mother.

He gets out of bed, grabbing the book from the wooden dresser next to the door to his room. When he enters his mother's room, the coughing stops.

"Oh, Fedechka, did I wake you up?"

"No, mother." He takes a glass of water from a table nearby and puts it up to her lips. She takes a few sips. "Are you unable to sleep?" She nods.

He leaves the glass back on the table and grabs his book. His mother's gaze follows him as he moves to sit on the chair where her husband usually sat beside her. He opens the book on the first page.

"On an exceptionally hot evening early in July..."

She falls asleep with a smile on her face as she listens to her son's voice.

Two days later, Maria Fedorovna Dostoevsky would pass away.

Fun fact: i spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to understand which Russian pet names and nicknames are most common, just to end up not using any because in my head they’re already speaking Russian.

If you recognize what he's reading, ur hot. Ahhh I'm so in love with fedya, but i’m not sure if i like how this turned out...

— han.

[gogolatte]

Rises the moon.

✧ pairing. Doa3 x gn!reader

✧ word count. 2k.

✧ contents. fluff, ooc doa3, relationships are not specified (this is not necessarily romantic, take it as you please <3), mostly self-indulgent. if I missed anything, please tell me.

✧ author's note. it's been so long since i posted anything,,, i hope this is good enoughwaaaaeuxjwunxsk

It was past midnight and the apartment was enveloped in silence. You couldn't hear anyone talking in the living room, meaning everyone was asleep.

To be able to enjoy a quiet rest in this place was rare. Midnights are the most bustling hours, when everyone gathers to discuss “important” business until early in the morning, before leaving for whatever they have to do.

Considering this, you could have had a nice sleep for once… if it wasn’t for the rain storming outside.

A sudden thunder crash caused you to abruptly wake up in the middle of your dream— Your heart thumping quickly against your chest and your breath coming out in heavy gasps. You felt disoriented for a few seconds until you eventually calmed down.

Usually, storms don’t scare you, in fact, they’re quite enjoyable along with a lecture or a movie, but not now when you're alone in your room and in the middle of the night, surrounded by the darkness and with your vision barely helping you to perceive your surroundings.

Among the dark, shadows shape into tall monsters lurking from the corner of your room, seemingly waiting for the right moment to lay their ghostly hands on you before disappearing after each lightning. The brief second of luminance makes you realize that those shadows are just that, no one was going to actually hurt you.

Yet, going back into the land of dreams was difficult under these circumstances.

You tried by closing your eyes, ignoring the “monsters” and the loud rumbling of the thunderstorm, and taking deep breaths to calm your unsteady heart but you just couldn't fall asleep. The unsafe sensation wouldn't go away, perhaps until the sun rises again.

However, you had some kind of idea that could help you sleep.

You sat on your bed for a while, contemplating the storm through the window that doesn't seem to end anytime soon and trying to gain the courage to leave your room.

Maybe this idea wasn't the best one you could have, but it was the first thing that came to your sleepy brain, and it's not like you were in the mood to think of any consequences due to what you were going to do.

With a light groan, you leave the comfort of your bed and grab your fluffy pillow in between your arms. The wooden floor cracks under your feet as you make your way to the door of your room then carefully opening it, peeking through the small gap, making sure no dangers are around before stepping outside.

Luckily, the hallway was slightly illuminated with one lamp that hung from the ceiling— The old wooden floor cracks under your deliberated steps as you make your way to his room. Once you stand in front of it, and just as you place a hand on the knob, another sudden thunder makes you jerk in surprise.

Was that a sign from God to not do this?

Without properly rethinking —also too tired to think of any potential risks— you twist the knob, and immediately your eyes land on his sleeping peaceful form; almost completely wrapped with a blanket but letting you see his face. His lips barely parted and his eyelashes rested over his cheeks.

It's not every day when you see Fyodor sleeping on a comfy mattress…

Until now, you had always seen him working day and night underground, sitting in front of his bright purple monitor screen and typing away weird codes or messages that seemed impossible for you to deceive. And if he was not working underground, instead, he was taking a stroll through the city or drinking tea in some restaurant that picked his curiosity.

But sleeping didn't seem to be like a normal activity for him to do.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, hm?”

Fyodor's groggy voice makes you snap out of your thoughts. Now he’s looking at you with a gentle smile as you stand on his doorframe, gripping your pillow awkwardly as you wait for some type of permission— And almost as if he’s reading your mind, he motions for you to come closer with his hand.

The mattress sinks under your weight as you get into the bed and place your pillow just beside his. Wasting no time, Fyodor wraps his blanket around your frame. And it takes some time for you to realize that he's gladly sharing his personal space, which adds to another unusual thing he's doing tonight.

“I couldn't sleep.” You mutter, as he pulls you closer.

“Why's that, dearest?”

“The storm…”

A small chuckle escaped his lips, finding adorable the fact that you needed company just because of a mere storm. Though, he knew the answer even before you said it.

One of his hands —usually cold— is now warming up your cheek, cupping it and rubbing small circles with his thumb as if to soothe you, to tell that he’s there for you without any words needed, simply light touches and whispers shared in between the two.

And for a small second you return the gesture, gently tracing the dark circles underneath his eyes as you scan his features; his thin eyebrows, his purple eyes, and his nose before finally stopping at his lips— His lower lip a little bitten and red.

Unconsciously, your own lips twitch upwards as your mind clouds with the idea of kissing every inch of his pale skin, having him softly laughing underneath you.

To hide your smile, you rest your head against his chest, pressing your ear to where his heart is. The soft thud makes a gentle symphony, a calming sound, that allows any tension left in your body to slip away. Fyodor’s presence fills your senses, making you forget about the rain violently storming outside. Something pulls you closer as your arms wrap around him.

Fyodor doesn’t complain of the proximity, instead, his slender fingers play with your hair, twirling it around his digits or untying knots that were made while you were sleeping before the thunder strike woke you up.

It’s not a surprise that your eyelids eventually start feeling heavy, with all the sweet caresses and the warmth provided, your body is ready to resume your sleep, enveloped in the most comfortable shelter you could ever ask for—

“Oh…”

One of Fyodor's hands cups the back of your head tenderly, pulling you flush against him as if to avoid someone from snatching his most precious thing.

“…What’s wrong, Fedya?” You want to pull away, but a high-pitched giggle comes from behind you, accompanied by the sound of rustling the sheets.

Seems like we have company.

“What are you two doing sleeping without me? That's mean… Leaving a friend out is not nice, dovey.” Nikolai grumbles as he climbs to the bed, lying on his side and hugging you from behind, “Why not come to me when the storm startles your peaceful sleep, hm?

The jester seems not afraid in the slightest to have physical contact with Fyodor, or anyone really…

You can feel his hand removing Fyodor's from your head before he nuzzles against the crook of your neck; the tip of his nose brushes up and down your skin purposely to tickle you. Oh, how much Nikolai loved hearing your giggles as you squirmed around his bear hug, it made his heart almost beat out of his chest.

“I do not recall asking you to show up in my room, Nikolai.” By the tone of his voice, Fyodor doesn't seem pleased with the additional company taking space on his bed and ruining your peaceful encounter.

Nikolai’s hands trail up your ribs, and without any warning, he begins tickling you— not stopping even as you try to pry them away among laughs.

“Dove, you’re not gonna make me leave, are you?” He whispers against your ear, voice whiny and you are almost completely sure that he's pouting right now, hoping you at least feel pity for leaving him out, “Tell Dos that you want me to stay…”

But just by eyeing Fyodor, the answer is more than clear on his face. Refuting his words to let Nikolai sleep with the two of you is most likely ending with you and the jester being kicked out.

“C'mon, C'mon! You're scared of the storm, aren't you, birdie?” Nikolai pecks your cheek and pets your hair dramatically. “Poor baby! Shouldn't we help this frail dove together, Dos?”

“There's no need for that.” Fyodor's patience is going thin.

Nikolai clicks his tongue in annoyance, sitting up on the bed with his arms crossed like a child and glaring at Fyodor for a while, trying to convince him just by holding eye contact until he gives up, knowing there’s no room for negotiating.

“Fine, I'll leave… Gosh, you're such a killjoy.”

As he slips out the bed, muttering curses under his breath, Fyodor sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. It's not the first —and definitely not the last— time he has to put up with Nikolai’s behavior.

God blessed him this time, it seems. He didn't need to make too much of a fuss to make Nikolai leave.

When the door opens and the jester intruder is ready to leave in order to resume the calming moment that Fyodor was truly appreciating, instead of leaving, Nikolai throws his arms up in the air excitedly.

“Dear Sigma! What a great surprise!”

The casino manager stands in the doorframe, rubbing one of his eyes. It appears like his sleep was interrupted as well.

“Uhm… Could you guys keep it down, please? I woke up because you're so noisy and I'm trying to—”

Sigma didn't have time to finish speaking before he was dragged by Nikolai, tugging on his sleeve and pulling him to the bed. Fyodor’s bed. Then pushing him down to the mattress as if he was nothing but another plushie added to the collection.

“Gogol! I didn’t come here to have a sleepover!” Sigma complains, rolling his eyes before meeting your gaze, and giving you an awkward smile.

Then meeting Fyodor's.

Something didn’t seem to add up.

“Am I… missing something?”

“This little dove needs our help, my dear friend! You see, the storm ruffled their lovely feathers so they needed to shelter in our embrace.”

Sigma raises an eyebrow at the jester’s words, and even if he's stuck in this —unwanted— situation it's not difficult to understand the message. He sighs, lying back on the bed and holding your hand, “It’s going to be okay, angel.”

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before bringing it to his lips and placing a soft peck on the back of it. He cares about you more than he hates having to deal with Nikolai.

The four of you managed to fit in Fyodor's bed with little space in between. Nikolai's head is now resting on your chest, him in between your legs, his arms around your waist. On the other hand, Fyodor and Sigma were lying on each side of you, either playing with your hair or stroking your hand. Any soft touch brings you closer to dozing off.

Fyodor mutters a small apology because of his "friends" behavior. His fingers graze your palm before he locks his fingers with yours as well. Silence slowly begins flooding the room; you feel perfectly safe with them around, so you close your eyes, letting your body relax.

“Oh! I have the greatest idea, how about we have a sleepover and do our nails and—”

“Nikolai.” The three of you called his name almost as if grounding a child; making the jester frown and pout.

You couldn't suppress your giggles, thinking that this might be the first —and the last— time you'll have the three men from the same dangerous organization sleeping together in the same bed only because they care about you, in their own way.

The storm slowly fades away, forgotten in the warmth of their embrace.

When waking up the next morning, you'll have to face the pain in your limbs from being entangled around them… And wondering how you and Fyodor ended up in between Sigma and Nikolai's hug.

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Good Morning! “Waking up with…” gn!Headcanons

Request: Hey!!! How are you? Can I request morning headcanons with Sigma, Bram, Kunikida and Fyodor? Can be suggestive if you want. Thank you have a good day!

A/N: Hiya! thank you for the request :3 I am doing okay thank you for asking! Also one last thank you to those in the requests queue who are waiting! I love and appreciate you

Warnings: suggestive, swearing, mostly fluff and sweet domesticity, 18+

Including: Sigma, Bram, Kunikida and Fyodor

Sigma

- Okay to start off with, lets say you both live in the casino together, he has one of those fancy VIP looking rooms

- your bed is ridiculously comfy, as the manager/owner, he has to have a good nights rest (plus working in the DOA the man needs some good fucking sleep)

- Sigma is enamoured with you, he wants nothing more than to be with you and to express his love for you, so he will make sure you are at your most comfort, with your preferred duvet covers, pillows, the works

- He looks like a sleeping beauty whilst he sleeps, so if you are the first to wake up and look at him… if you weren’t madly in love with him, you are now

- clingyyyyyyy

- super clingy, the man doesn’t know what home is but he knows he is at home with you. Keeping that in mind, he will probably prefer to be the big spoon, holding you tightly like some sort of teddy bear

- If he is the first person to wake up whilst he is the big spoon, he will probably try to wake you up with kisses on your neck and shoulders

- though I won’t lie, if you roll over in your sleep to become the big spoon, he will love that just as much

- knowing that you love him and wish to embrace him is enough to make his heart flutter and feel even more at home with you

- he loves the way you smell, your soft breaths and the way your skin feels against his own; soft and warm

- probably keeps a pillow or something and sprays it with your perfume so if you are away for any reason, he can sleep a lot better whilst thinking of you

- I can’t see him being the most active person in the morning, he will definitely want an extra 10 minutes. Even if you want to get out of bed, he just wants to cuddle and how can you refuse his puppy dog eyes?

- Probably doesn’t engage in anything sexual though, at least not in your sleep unless you talk about it prior. Though in saying that, if you have breasts, he will hold onto them like some sort of stress toy, or out of comfort

- I am picturing him doing this, half awake but the moment he hears your moans in your sleep, he’s only going to keep doing it until you are awake 🤭

Bram

- oooh boy, okay I am going to take liberty and allow Bram to have all of his limbs, maybe this scenario is before the events of BSD?

- If you are both vampires, its natural that neither of you will be awake in the morning as ya’ll sleep all day. So I am going to assume your mornings are actually in the evening after sunset

- Not that either of you are allergic to the sun (as seen in the anime/manga) but its a vampires natural sleeping pattern to sleep during the day, and I assume he did when he was living in his estate in Europe.

- He will most likely wake up out of hunger than anything else. You guys could sleep for centuries if you wanted, so the only reason to wake up is to feed, and perhaps spend time with you

- I am gunna say that ya’ll rest in a double sized coffin (yes, they exist) you are his partner after all and wishes to hold you close

- probably will have anxiety if you were in another coffin

- he’s a gentleman, if he wakes up first he will pull you closer and purposefully rest your head on his chest. In one manga panel its seen that he has claws? Or long nails? Will draw circles into your back/shoulders, humming contently as he does so

- if you guys are spooning, he will kiss your spine and your shoulders, but he will only really do this if he is in the mood… might even sneak a hand around and have a cheeky little touch~

- if you aren’t a vampire, he will probably follow your sleeping patterns. Ain’t no way is he going to wake up whilst you go to bed, nuh uh.

- nothing much would be different except Bram being a little dramatic in the mornings

- Like he will say some shit like “human, you have disturbed my slumber, why must your weak bodies-” promptly tell him to shut up and give him a kiss, he will soon shut up

- he will convince you to sleep longer, or at least lay there with him so he can sleep some more

- promise to make out with him, or wake him up if ygm, this may convince him to wake up and indulge 🫡

Kunikida

- So this man ensures that he gets 7 hours of sleep every night; its essential for him to feel refreshed and ready for when he wakes up in the morning. He the type of guy who will wake up immediately at the sound of his alarm, get out of bed, shower etc.. all according to his notebook

- HOWEVER

- Ever since you moved in, he's found himself becoming.. sloppy with his schedules

- Kunikida doesn't strike me as the guy to enforce his schedule onto his s/o, the word 'no' is a foreign word to him when it comes to you

- So lets say his alarm goes off in the morning, he goes to turn it off and get out of bed, but oh no! Your legs are intertwined, your head on his chest and your arms snaked around his waist.

- Despite his best efforts to convince himself to get immediately ready for the day, he will let out one huge sigh and set the alarm to snooze...and then snooze again, and again.

- Kunikida's biggest weakness is cuddles, especially whilst you are sleeping so adorably

- He might curse himself for breaking his schedule but, you certainly are worth it

- He may even incorporate snuggle time into his schedule just to say that he is following his ideals to feel better about himself

- LOVES to watch you sleep, I know bro is romantical (but will never admit it) he will just stare at your features, it doesn’t matter if you snore or have your hair all a mess, or whatever, he just is so in love with you.

- He takes this time to reflect on your relationship together, he probably practices ‘gratitude affirmations’ and you are certainly one of them

- Not the type of person to fulfil his desires in your sleep, he'd rather wait till you're awake before initiating anything, HOWEVER, if you are the first to awake, he certainly isn't going to complain waking up to you under the covers, iygm 😏

- Note in diary: woke up to sloppy toppy at 7am

- Expect breakfast in bed at the weekends, those are the days he has more time in the mornings and will make the extra effort in pampering you. You like coffee? Well the man owns one of those fancy coffee machines, Idc what anyone says, he does.

- Kisses with the taste of coffee on his lips >

Fyodor

- This was hard but I like a challenge (plus the recent episode got me quaking)

- Fyodor does not sleep a lot, over working himself on his plots and schemes, 100% will need convincing to join you in bed

- He would wake up first, no matter what. You would never catch him sleeping, like ever

- even if you get up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, the man just senses when you are awake (he is probably a very light sleeper)

- its most likely to do with the fact that when you are sleeping, its quite a vulnerable state and although he is comfortable with you, he struggles to turn that side of him off

- As he wakes up before you, it gives him a chance to watch you resting peacefully, he leans over you and just takes in the view

- He will gently brush the hair from your face and just… he just thinks you are precious and wants nothing more than to just take a moment and reflect on it

- If its coming close to having to get up for whatever reason, he will stroke your hair and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, most likely calling you Russian pet names and shit

- Although he is the first awake, he won’t get out of bed until you are ready

- I can’t see him being a person who’d want to cuddle in bed really, going to sleep or waking up. He is a little touch starved but in the sense that he doesn’t quite know how to be physically affectionate

- though catch him on a day where he is particularly sleepy, then he will be more likely to let his guard down and cuddle (he can’t keep up this criminal master mind shit 24/7)

- I don’t think he’d be super relentlessly horny in the mornings, but if he is for whatever reason, he would (like the whispering you awake HCs) he would probably give you a few sleepy neck kisses, caressing your body with his nimble fingers and enjoys watching you squirm and whimper yourself awake.

[angolicious]

I raise you-

• Fyodor Dostoyevsky who very very secretly…. deep within him…. Actually likes to be babied by his love.

• It doesn’t come out until after he’s terribly wounded during the prison break arc. ((HES ALIVE AND IM MAKING SHIT UP LET ME HAVE THIS IM DELUSIONAL.))

• Fyodor Dostoyevsky who rests on your chest for hours, his exhausted body curled into yours are he relishes in the way your hand sweetly rubs up and down his spine to comfort him.

• Fyodor who lets you redo his bandages for him on his wounded hand, and feels such warmth swell in his chest from the way you treat his wounded skin so tenderly.

• Fyodor, who’s only downfall was never trusting anybody… feeling a tinge of something new in his chest for you as you treat him with care when he’s vulnerable.

• the man who’s been manipulating you all this time… finally feeling something so real… and palpable… and warm towards you…

• Fyodor, who’s been taught to never rely on anyone for his whole life, having no choice BUT to trust you in this state… and you don’t break that trust.

• The way he suddenly finds himself so… so… needy for you. So desperate to feel your warmth. Desperate to rest his head back on your soft chest and listen to your heartbeat… reveling in the way your hand holds his wrist just below the line of his bandages and massages slow circles into his pulse.

• Fyodor, who’s astounded by the intention and awareness behind your care…. The way you take note of every grunt of pain… every soft whimper… every time he lets out a sigh of relief at your touch… the way you start memorizing the points of contact that relax his body… a hand in his hair… on his lower back… his wrist… his hip.

• Fyodor, who feels truly safe. Not because of his intellect for once, but because he can trust that you won’t let anything bad happen to him while he’s wounded…. You’ll hold him until he’s better. You aren’t going anywhere.

[universallychaoticpan]

Hiiiiiii can I request where Chuuya and Fyodor's s/o got captured by Dazai to be interrogate and torture for info but there's no need to do that because s/o just tells Dazai all the half-truths BUT IN RIDDLES and also s/o despite being put in an isolated glass room she is still very much in control of the situation and she can honestly get out of the room anytime she wants but not without spilling some blood ofcourse.

You really should get out more - that's what you were thinking anyway. Sure, getting kidnapped and interrogated by the ADA wasn't on your agenda for the day, but hey, plans change all the time. You smiled, flexing your wrists in the fragile cuffs keeping them behind your back.

The key was always remaining flexible.

So yes, you were quite relaxed. Your underground 'prison' was devoid of any distractions, but as always, you were never one to waste times when there were silver linings to be found. It allowed you time; time to think, to plot, to come up with a thousand escape plans, all involving varying degrees of blood and gore. Fyodor wouldn't come to your aid- you were sure of that much. Perhaps that would be insulting to others, but to you, the message was clear: he trusted you. He trusted that his little bird, his little love, his darling with the knife-tipped fingers and the bloody smile would find their way back to him no matter what. It would be child's play, getting out; another thing you knew for certain. Even with the ADA trapping you, you had deduced a few critical facts. One- they had hidden your current location from you, leaving you in the dark as to where you were. Two- the amounts of time between visitors averaged around an hour between each encounter. Three- They always came in alone, and there were only three suspects you'd come to expect. The conclusion you had come to made you smile even wider in your solitude: not only were they weakened significantly, their members were stretched far too thin to possibly stand a chance at containing you if it came down to it.

yes, you knew it sure as you knew your own name.

And it maddened the man sitting across the room from you despite his best attempts to hide it.

Osamu Dazai was quickly falling into a battle of wits with you, baited by your silence and your odd little smiles.

"You already know my question," he smiled, approaching you. "So I'll ask again for the last location of Fyodor's base of operations as you know it."

"And my answer has not changed, detective- you're an even bigger idiot than you look if you think I'm simply going to tell you." Instead of keeping your eyes lowered in some vain attempt to hide any 'tells,' you kept your eyes up. You stared him down, lips curling up into a pleasant smile. "You're welcome to leave and send in another one of your associates to try again."

He turns away, sneering as he striped off his coat, dropping it on the floor before revealing a wickedly pointed knife that reflected the slightly deranged gleam in his eyes. They chilled you, those eyes- how similar they were to Fyodor's, not in appearance maybe, but in their cool ruthlessness, in their kaleidoscopic depth that made you feel at once safe and critically endangered.

'I could hurt you, you know," he purred, slipping behind you, roughly pulling your head back by your hair and exposing the smooth column of your throat to him.

"You could," you agree, still smiling. "But what good will spilling my blood do you? Other than making me more inclined to lie in order to stop the pain...Really, what cards do you have to play? You have no way of proving what I say is true; anything I tell you is tantamount to sending you on a wild goose chase even if it is true. I suppose you could kill me, but then you've lost the closest chance you have at finding the man you seek." His eyes narrow as you chuckle. "And the longer you wait to decide what to do with me, the higher the risk grows that I will grow bored and simply walk away, leaving you lot empty handed." You swallow hard as the blade finds your jugular, a slip of a finger being the difference between life and death.

"And anyway, you've walked on the ground you seek already...it's not my fault you're too blind to see it. At this point your wasting my time, running in circles when you've found the answer. You dogs, detectives- you'd rather gnaw on the bone of a satisfying interrogation than tie up the loose ends you've already begun to unravel! The answer is so simple, you've never even thought to look- the easiest way to confuse smart people, I find, is to make the solutions to their problems the most obvious one."

You're close enough that you can register the look that crosses Dazai's face- the look of a man who's been given the all important device when it comes to solving any puzzle: a clue.

"Where?"

You let your head fall to the side, nicking your skin in the process. "Oh no, detective, I'm afraid that's all I'm inclined to offer.

Your intentions were clear - goading a man like Osamu Dazai was a dangerous game, and yet here you were. He spun the knife in his hands, until the point hovered directly above your heart. "Where?"

This time, you simply let your head fall back, smiling insipidly as you feel your ability floating at the edges of your consciousness, begging you to harness it.

"Really?" His voiced hissed in your ear, venomous and angry as he began to lose his patience. "You talk too much too often and choose now to be silent?"

"You talk too much detective-

next time, I would advise you to keep your eyes on the hands of your captives rather than their mouths."

In the time it takes to blink, you had him on the wall, as you used your hands to wrap the handcuffs around his throat and squeeze, his knife now tucked neatly against his pulse point.

"I warned you, detective- next time, I advise you to not let me get bored."

You smiled sweetly at him one last time, tightening the chain as you pecked his cheek.

"Do svidaniya!"

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How would they help their s/o when they feel down/ have a panic attack etc.?

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↬|Atsushi|

• When Atsushi's s/o is feeling down or having a panic attack, his instinct is to hold them close and comfort them as much as he can.

• He will try to reassure them that everything will be okay and try to help calm them down by using his calming demeanor and voice.

• If the situation calls for it, he is also willing to drop everything he is doing to be by his partner's side.

• He would usually rush to their side and comfort them with his calming presence and soothing voice.

• He would try to hold them and keep them grounded while he sings a lullaby or whispers some encouraging words for them, often caressing their cheek with his thumb.

• He'd offer them hot drinks or sweets to help calm them and if possible, try to take them outside for some fresh air and to see some flowers.

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↬|Dazai|

• He would put aside his own issues and focus on his beloved one.

• He would try and distract them from whatever was bothering them while also listening carefully to their worries.

• If his partner was panicking, he would try to calm them down and offer practical solutions to their problem(s).

•,He would also try to make them laugh and would hug them tightly or hold their hand.

• Whenever his s/o is feeling down or having a panic attack, Dazai will immediately rush to their side.

• He would try to calm them down, telling them everything would be alright and even telling some jokes just to lighten up the mood.

• When his s/o calms down, he would try to solve the issue with them which might result in him doing most of the work himself because he doesn't want the other person to strain themselves.

• He would check up on his s/o from time to time to see if they're still doing alright.

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↬|Akutagawa|

• Akutagawa might be a little awkward in his approach, but he would do whatever he could to help and support his partner when they feel overwhelmed or are having a panic attack.

• He might help them take slow, deep breaths and remind them that everything will be okay. He might hold their hand or hug them to try and provide a sense of comfort and security.

• He might distract them with something light-hearted and funny to take their mind off of the situation at hand. When his partner is feeling down or having a panic attack, Akutagawa would try his best to stay calm and provide them with comfort and reassurance.

• He would try to offer practical solutions to their problems and remind them that they are not alone in facing challenges.

• Akutagawa would also try to distract his partner with something fun or calming, such as playing their favorite game or watching a movie together.

• In the event that they are too overwhelmed to talk, Akutagawa might try to offer physical comfort, like holding them or giving them a hug and a comforting pat on their back.

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↬|Chuuya|

• Chuuya usually tries to calm his s/o down by hugging them and whispering comforting words in their ear, such as "everything's fine".

• He also tries to distract them with small things, he usually offers to cook or help them with tasks that might be affecting their anxiety.

• Chuuya is a pretty affectionate and loving boyfriend, he loves to express his feelings to his s/o and show his concern and support whenever they need it.

• Chuuya, would do everything in his power to help his s/o, if he notices that something is wrong, he will immediately try to comfort and reassure him. He will hug and kiss him/her very affectionately and will try to make them laugh.

• His s/o can rely on him and he will try to make them forget everything that worries them.

• Chuuya doesn't usually leave their s/o alone when they are having a panic attack. He is right there, hugging and comforting them until they calm down. After the panic attack he likes to have long discussions about it with their s/o to see how the situation and their anxiety can be improved.

• Chuuya has also been shown as a good listener, he doesn't give unnecessary advice and when his s/o just wants to be heard, he listens and agrees with what they say. He doesn't push or force them to express more than what they actually want to.

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↬|Tetchou|

• If his s/o was feeling down or having a panic attack, Tetchou would do everything he could to help them. He would listen to their thoughts and worries, and try to offer advice or comfort.

• If they needed space, he would give it to them, but would also make sure to keep an eye on them, in case they needed him. He would let them know that he cares, and would try to help them work through whatever was bothering them as much as he could.

• Tetchou would do his best to comfort and calm his lover if they were feeling down or having a panic attack. He would be there for them, listening to their worries and fears, and doing everything he could to reassure them that it will be okay.

• He would try to help them find ways to cope with the issue if possible, or just be there for them emotionally if they just needed someone to talk to. He would try not to push them too much, but would let them know that he is there and will always support them.

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↬|Jouno|

• When Jouno's beloved one is feeling down or is having some sort of panic attack, he will do everything he can to try and comfort them. He will start by listening to their concerns and problems carefully, and attempting to reassure them as best he can.

• If it is related to a trauma they have experienced, he will use his gift of hearing to read their emotions and try to reassure them through words and actions.

• Jouno will then find ways to attempt to help and comfort them such as planning a movie night, buying some comfort food, or even cuddling to provide comfort and affection.

• Upon seeing his lover distressed, Jouno would quickly go over to their side. He wouldn't make a big deal out of it, rather he would speak calmly, yet firmly, to them.

• Jouno would do his best to comfort and soothe his lover, listening to them concerns and trying to provide sound advice.

• He would use his hearing skills to hear their heartbeat, if they're calming down and such. Jouno will never make his love feel alone. He would be there, supporting them every step of the way.

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↬|Fyodor|

• Fyodor doesn't like to see his s/o sad or hurt. When they are feeling sad or anxious and are having a panic attack he tries to calm them down as much as possible, hugging them closely and talking to them softly.

• He tries to convince his s/o everything is going to be okay and tells them that he is here for them while gently stroking their hair.

• After the panic attack he tries to cheer up them, suggesting comforting activities like watching movies, reading books or cooking together.

• Fyodor is always there for his s/o. He would immediately notice that something is not as it should be.

• He shows concern and care in their well being, while comforting s/o.

• He would hold their hands and reassure them that everything is all right, they have nothing to worry about, while trying to bring them back to reality.

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↬|Nikolai|

• If his s/o is feeling down and/or having a panic attack, Nikolai would do his best to comfort and console them. He'd try to remind them that he is there for them and is willing to listen to their worries.

• If necessary, Nikolai might also help distract his s/o from their anxiety by engaging in pleasant activities or discussing something unrelated. He's also known to occasionally offer his s/o a warm, comforting hug.

• He would validate their feelings and remind them that it's okay to feel these emotions and that he's there for them.

• If needed, he would offer advice and try to distract them with a light-hearted joke, story, or even a magic trick. He would also offer to do things with them, even if it's as simple as taking a walk.

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↬|Sigma|

• When Sigma's lover is feeling down or has a panic attack, he will try to be there and comfort them however he can. He'll hold them, hug them, and tell them how much they mean to him.

• He may also try to find ways to distract them from what is troubling them by doing something that makes them happy.

• If needed, Sigma will also listen to them and do his best to understand what's wrong and how he can help. In that moment, Sigma wants to be his lover's safe haven, his comfort.

• Sigma would do his best to help comfort and reassure his love. If they were to feel down or have a panic attack, he would take their hand and hug them, telling them that everything would be alright and it was okay to feel what they were feeling.

• He would try to be understanding and patient with them and do anything he could to help them feel better. Sigma is a very perceptive person and knows when something is wrong, even if his love doesn't say anything, and he will do anything he can to ease their pain.

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[yandere-romanticaa]

song inspiration. // icon credit.

❝ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃 ...

What does one do when the omen of death hovers above them at all times? Be it day or night, there was no escaping the clown.

He would often visit you in your chambers, a silly smile on his face and he would often bring some props or toys with him, to kill the silence you know? Nikolai was unpredictable as the wind and you gave up trying to reason with him ages ago.

For a man who claims to be free like a bird, he was definitely shackled by his everlasting loyalty to Fyodor.

There were times when you would allow a tiny speck of courage to overtake your heart which gave you the will and strength to question the clown. Bit by bit your questions became bolder and bolder but Nikolai would give you either impossible riddles, half truths or even downright lies if he saw fit. Countless hours were spent with him in your room, his body draped over yours as he would talk and talk but he liked it when you talked too.

Even his own humanity shined ever so slightly in the rare occasions when his clown mask would slip.

"Everything I do, is for the greater good." he would say, his tone uncharacteristically soft as his hand would reach out for your cheek, his fingers just shy from actual contact.

"However." he continued, his voice much sharper now.

"If Fyodor catches you, there is nothing I can do!~ Him and I are partners and partners tell everything to each other, don't they?"

He would revert back to his clownish attitude in a matter of seconds, long gone was that moody and somber look in his eye as his goofy and playful demeanor would return at lightning speed.

You weren't even sure if he was human to begin with.

That is why you needed to get away.

... 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘���𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓. ❞

"You have nowhere to run."

He was right, as per usual. It was infuriating how weak you were next to him, no matter what you tried to do, no matter how hard you tried to fight back Fyodor somehow always managed to be ten steps ahead of you. With your racing heart and dazed head it was hard to focus on anything other than him but Fyodor did nothing but stare, his purple eyes shining with complete glee as he no longer bothered to hide the smirk he held in for oh so long. Your escape attempt while it may be futile it was also oddly...

Cute.

Yes, that's the word, cute. The man hardly ever used such trivial words to describe the things he held in high regard but really, this entire situation was just too cute even for a demon like him.

Every step he took, every plan he made and every person he killed - it was all for his endgame. He wasn't quite sure how to fit you into the mix just yet but that didn't matter to him. He will force you to fit into his puzzle, he will craft everything with his own two hands from scratch because that is just the kind of man he is.

A cruel, merciless one. A killer.

He made sure to engrave that deep into your mind and soul at every possible opportunity.

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[romantic-disarray]

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜

Dostoevsky looked at you like he did any other man. An absence.

For years of working under Dostoevsky, he's made it very clear to you that your feelings will not only be non-reciprocated, but also ignored.

“Have you ever had feelings for me that went beyond simple infatuation?” A small chuckle escaped Dostoevsky, “What led you to believe that I was even remotely infatuated with you in the first place?”

Dostoevsky was a cruel man, and you knew that.

Although he was heinous in his words— “Where do you think you're going?” Dostoevsky asked from behind you, standing a few steps from his desk. You paused, slowly turning around before giving him a small head bow, “Sigma requested that we meet at the casino. Will you allow me to go, Dostoevsky?”

Keeping your head low, you heard the heels of Dostoevsky's shoes clack onto the floor as he made his way closer to you. Dostoevsky placed a gloved hand under your chin and made you look up at him, a gentle smile on his face, yet it still managed to send shivers down your spine at the sight of it.

“I'm afraid I can't let you go, F/n. I still have a job that you have yet to fulfill.”—Dostoevsky still held a possessive nature around you.

Dostoevsky had a habit of berating you for doing something with people other than him. He wanted you to stay close to him, and only him, because he loved you.

... He loved you?

No— He didn't feel love; he felt obsession.

Dostoevsky was obsessed with you.

He will do anything—and I mean anything—to keep you near him. Although he might not make it up to you in words, you were able to discern his true intentions from his behavior.

You smiled up at Dostoevsky, “I understand, Sir.” He could only grin at your obedience. “Excellent.”

Dostoevsky was equally fixated on you as you were with him.

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜

[atom-writings]

decay of angels celebrating halloween with their s/o

0.9k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: vulgar language, other than that, none!

a/n: wanted to do a seasonal one and I got a req for Halloween with nikolai but I couldn't understand it. dear anon what were u trying to say. pls

Fyodor

- Fyodor is not a fan of Halloween. It's rare for him to celebrate anything, much less a heathenous one like Halloween.

“Being so excited about ghouls... it seems the masses are finally showing their true faces.”

- He'll join you in whatever you want to do, but he would never help you hand out candy. However, he doesn't mind relaxing with you on the couch if you only have to run to the door a couple of times.

- (Plus, then he'd get to steal some of the candy. He hates it, but he does have quite a sweet tooth.)

- As for costumes, there's no way he'd dress up as anything silly. Every year, he just wears one of his fancy outfits and goes as a “catholic.” Which, like, yes... but he's just dressing a little different than normal.

- He will not do couples costumes. Ever.

- Although, he does appreciate the cover that Halloween can provide for him. He's found that law enforcement are often much more lenient on that day, and he always manages to take advantage of that somehow.

- Other than that, he doesn't care for Halloween at all. He doesn't like scary movies, he hates the gaudy decorations, and most importantly he hates having fun.

- He would completely abandon you on Halloween if he wasn't so paranoid about something happening if he did.

“Those hooligans outside... their faces are covered in cheap masks. If they were to do something to you, you could not even identify them afterwards!”

“But-”

“No, you aren't leaving. That's final.”

- Especially if you wear anything even a little more revealing than usual. Then he's glued to your side all night. For more reasons than just protection...

- Basically, Fyodor is a little hater. Go hang out with Nikolai instead.

Nikolai

- To Nikolai, every day of the year is Halloween. So, when the time comes around that it's Halloween for everyone else too, he's over the moon.

- Don't expect him to come along to a party or something like that, though. He's very firm in his plans every year.

- First, he decorates homes with tons of creepy shit. No, he doesn't decorate his own home. He goes along random streets flinging dead bodies (fake and real!) into people's yards along with covering front doors in cobwebs.

- Then, he sets up an (illegal) haunted house in a nearby abandoned warehouse. People come from miles away to participate, and only a few died in the process (:

”Ah, Y/N! Guess how we got more props for next year tonight!“

- Lastly, at night, he wanders around either 1. vandalizing anyone who didn't decorate or 2. scratching at people's bedroom windows and whistling like a ghost.

- You are always welcome to join him on his Halloween tirade but don't expect him to slow down for you. He's a busy delinquent!

- As for costumes, he always goes all out. Every year he gets a new one. A couple of years he's even been on stilts!

- But a few notable ones were: Black shadow creature with glowing red eyes, spiderlegged mask man, “Spike Boy“ (That one was really bad...) and Fyodor if he got love as a child! (That one was also really bad, but just for him.)

- He'd be totally willing to do a couple's costume though! Though, with one stipulation; that if you dress slutty, he has to too.

- On Halloween, he would really like to spend more time with you. Maybe one year you two will spend the night just peacefully giving out candy. But until then, he is way too much of a lunatic that night to act like anything close to a boyfriend.

(Actually… maybe you shouldn’t hang out with Nikolai on Halloween after all…)

Sigma

- Sigma definitely isn't the biggest Halloween fan, but he doesn't mind it. It's a fun excuse to make some kids happy, even if he does hate the more scary stuff.

- Usually, he isn't too easily scared, but it's different around Halloween. When he has to worry about people acting crazy and going out of their way to hurt or scare everyone... it puts him on edge. When he's that stressed out, anything scares him.

”Why do people have to go all out every year? Isn't this holiday supposed to be about kids?“

”It's about fun!“

”What's fun about crimes?!“

- So, because of that, he prefers staying at home all night. Going to parties or events makes him worry about teenagers vandalizing his place (like from a movie) so, he isn't heading out all night. And because he loves you, he'll make you stay home too.

- The most decorating he'll do for Halloween is a couple of pumpkins, maybe a sign or two. But that's it unless you want to do more.

- He does really love couple's costumes though. Every year, he tries to come up with something cute and easy for the two of you to do.

- Other than that, all his costumes are pretty basic. He doesn't care about looking creepy, he just wants to be comfortable. For a couple of years, his only costume was a big animal onesie.

- One of his favourite things about Halloween is the sweets! He absolutely adores handing out candy. Plus, sometimes, he'll bake some fall sweets for the two of you.

- He's one of those people who REALLY like pumpkin spice, so he loves the excuse to put it in EVERYTHING.

- But he basically only likes the holiday because it forces you two to hang out and relax.

- That is, when you're far away from Nikolai. He's scared of that man normally; but on Halloween? Makes him shiver.

[justcallmesakira]

More doa doodles!! :D (i ma draw nikolai rq!)

[gogolatte]

✧ pairing. Fyodor x gn!reader

✧ contents. nsfw, dub-con?, manhandling, not proofread, Fedya calls you "dear" "darling" and "gorgeous".

✧ author's note. I'm trying to write again and I think I'm in writer's block 😣 btw I feel like this is the nastiest drabble I ever wrote,,, *runs away*

Seeing you on your knees, cheeks painted with a red hue and teary eyes send a tingling sensation down Fyodor's stomach, making his cock throb against your tongue. He was close; the two of you knew that.

“My god… Darling, you have no idea how pretty you look like this…” One large hand grabbed a handful of your hair, slowly pulling you away from his cock, leaving a trail of saliva connecting your lips with his flushed tip “Hah… so gorgeous.” He slides a finger down your chin, tilting your head up to look straight at his purple eyes.

The faint light of the moonlight escaping through the curtains illuminates his features, letting you see the satisfied and lewd expression that feels odd on him. The usual stoic face he has most of the time is now being replaced with one of pure and absolute pleasure that only you have the chance to marvel at.

All the stress seems to vanish from him during these moments even if he is aware of how he's gradually falling deeper into this depravity, only to get a small moment of physical satisfaction.

With his free hand, Fyodor squeezes his shaft; pre-cum escapes from the slit and it stains your puffy lips, “Would you let me use that pretty mouth of yours, honey?”

Oh, how could you deny when he's using such a loving voice?

You nod, parting your lips as your eyes remain focused on his, obediently waiting for what's to come— The same hand that is still grabbing the back of your head suddenly forces you down, making you gag around his length. The tip of your nose nudging against the faint dark happy trail.

With your nails digging into his thighs, you can feel them tense as broken moans escape from his lips, but he's quick to cover them with the back of his hand.

It's difficult for you to move your tongue and even more difficult to breathe— Yet Fyodor seems to be enjoying the way you try to pull away, leaving you unable to breathe for a few seconds before pushing your head back, finally allowing air to fill your lungs again.

“My apologies.” He scoffed.

His thumb slides over your lower lip, forcing your mouth open and your tongue out, “Open wide, dear, take responsibility for what you do to me.”

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