#inbox: [@sigmoon]

[tsuiioku]

Muse! I’m so proud of you for reaching 1k!

I’d like to request Cinnamon Rolls with Fyodor and the prompts “Consummation”, “First time” and “You’re mine” for the event ⸜( ˙˘˙)⸝ 

(If it’s ok, can it be the first time for both the reader and Fyodor? I’d love to read some virgin Fedya smut)

cinnamon roll order one — calliope’s confectionary

content. f!reader. not-safe for work, body worship, virginity loss, discussion of religion, overstimulation. not proofread. ⟶ features fyodor dostoevsky.

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You should have known better than to fall for a Demon.

At least, that's what everyone told you.

Your relationship had been formed on fallible foundations, and no one could understand the reason you stood at the altar with no hesitation in your choices. But others did not need to be privy to the private affairs between you and your husband, whose piercing eyes, which concealed the secrets of the world, looked upon you with an infatuation that could only be found in a first love.

But you did not realize he would be so determined to consummate your newfound covenant; his stormy mind which lied rot in yearning, unsated from years of self-isolation from his own kind, never faltered at sharing such vulnerability, too tempted by the taste of yours.

"Ahn-! Fedya," you wept through pleasured tears. Despite him sharing in your lack of experience, he unraveled each layer of your being with practiced ease, prying each piece of your pliant body as if he were stripping a flower of its petals—only for him to touch and tease and worship.

He reveled in every whimper and moan that was excavated from your lips, a hum lying on his own as his heart brimmed with the greatest pleasure a man could know as he brought you to the edge. Over and over. And it was only once your eyes had clouded over for the nth time, distant as you grasped onto anything for stability, that his gaze softened, and he allowed himself to satiate his carnal urges.

"Ты моя." His prayerful whispers did not pardon the sinful manner in which he marked the canvas of your neck or the thirst in his voice as he found himself devoting his reverence not to God but to his wife. You could barely hear his desperate groans through the veil of your pleasure—as he, enamored by everything you so willfully encompassed, could no longer retain self-control.

After hundreds of years of searching for something, for someone to fulfill him, he had finally found you. It was in the afterglow of your union that you knew you had known better all along. Even though your mind was scattered into millions of pieces, you knew he would build you back to what you once were, as he would never destroy the one he claimed to be perfection reincarnate—forever his.

ты моя = you're mine.

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[osachiyo]

Hi hi! I saw the tags on your reblog of my new stepdad!fyodor fic, and I feel so honored that you liked it! Especially that you appreciated the way I write, that was so nice of you to say! I think you write really well too, so I was very surprised by the feedback, in a good way :)

HII?? sorry it's such a treat to see you in my inbox 😭🩷 and yes, i loved your stepdad!fyodor series, it was probably one of the best bsd fics i've read !! it truly was a wonderful reading experience and i can't wait for future works from you ! <33

[tsuiioku]

Take my hand, muse, I’m fucking serious :‘( my heart is too fragile for ch113

i'm holding onto it tight bc i can already TELL this is gonna be a rollercoaster ride.