#sinful thoughtsꨄ︎

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Kiss me hard before you go ✮⋆˙

✧ pairing: College Student!Fyodor x Fem!Reader

✧ nonnie requested: Hiii! Your work is amazing. If you have the time I'd like to request a collage AU Fyodor x reader. Where Fyodor is like the typical "star student" who is popular but doesn't really care much for most people in the school. And then a new student comes around who has the potential to rival him in both popularity and studies, but instead he falls deeply inlove (like, he is whipped) after meeting her during one of his chess sessions with Dazai (reader and Dazai are friends). But reader kind of only takes Fyodor's advances as a technique to manipulate her and ignores them. If you want to do a one shot it could be, for example, about reader getting in trouble with a teacher, first time meeting, a party, confession, first kiss or everything in one. But headcanons/scenarios are also greatly appreciated. You can take away some parts if needed and I'm okey with nsfw, if you want to go there. And understand fully if this gets ooc, delusion is my favorite poison :)

✧ word count: 3.7k

✧ contents: nsfw, fingering (f!receiving), praise, teasing, Fyodor is ooc, slight public fingering, roughness (if you squint). If I missed any warnings please kindly let me know!

✧ author's note: nonnie, I love you so much for bringing all of these ideas, they’re all so so amazing. I twisted it a bit, taking away some things and adding others, but hope you like it either way<3

The class was highly boring. The teacher's explanation has long been ignored by almost everyone inside the small classroom— Some people were chatting silently in the back of the class, others even playing cards underneath the desk and others simply sleeping.

Well, it seems like either she has very bad sight or just decides to ignore lazy students since they probably won't listen even after she threatens to send them to the principal's office.

You, sitting almost in the front row, couldn't enjoy slacking off because she would most likely notice and find it disrespectful, which would eventually lead to getting in trouble.

But the sleepiness was starting to get you.

You were resting your face against your palm, eyelids heavy as you fought to stay awake.

Slowly, the teacher's voice seemed to grow distant.

Before you can gladly slip into the land of dreams, someone kicks your foot, making you flinch awake once more. Turning to your side, Dazai was chuckling.

“I don't want you getting in trouble y’know? You still have to come with me to my chess session after class.” He flashes you a mocking pout before returning his attention to the teacher— He wasn't listening either, after all, he had earbuds on.

Oh, right, you promised Dazai to go to his chess session because he "would feel lonely if his bestie is not there”. Actually, he probably just wanted to show off his abilities since he knew you lack of understanding in chess. At least that's what you thought.

Dazai told you he usually has this session with Dostoevsky, the top student with the best grades on campus. Nobody truly knows who of the two is the best, but no one can deny their big brains. You inevitably roll your eyes at the thought of two smarties having a deep conversation in front of you during their chess game.

The two of them were popular, though Fyodor doesn't seem to care about it. He doesn't want more friends than the two weirdos he's with, nor does he care about having a good relationship with other people on the campus— When someone asks him for help about a certain subject, he shoves them off by telling them “Go ask the teacher about it.”

Dazai on the other hand, it's much more social and gets along with almost everyone, but he has very few people whom he really trusts. You are one of them.

The bell rang, pulling you out of your thoughts. Everyone stood up as quickly as they could to leave this tedious class and get some fresh air. Sadly, you had to face yet another unamusing event.

You took a deep breath.

Maybe this wasn't too bad? You had to think positively. Maybe you could even learn something from these two nerds.

You stretched your arms up, relaxing your muscles and letting out a soft groan before standing up from your chair and putting your things back in your bag. Dazai did too, and after you two had gathered your things, you left the classroom.

You don't know Fyodor at all. Other than knowing he's fighting for the Top Student position with Dazai and that he has two friends— everything else about him is an enigma.

You can't deny you were at least a bit excited about seeing him perform his chess tactics. Despite your lack of knowledge about the game.

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♱ ˚₊‧⁺˖

After walking along with Dazai for a while, going upstairs to the last floor of the building, where there were empty classrooms reserved for club activities, you stand in front of the chess club door. The hallway was quite empty, and not a lot of people chose to participate in clubs these days— You knew these rooms were mostly for other activities that went from occultism to having sex. However the latter doesn't happen anymore since cameras were installed. You're thankful for that.

“Don't be scared of Fyodor. He won't bite as long as I'm here.” Dazai laughs softly as he opens the door of the room. His words only make you frown at him.

The room was quite spacious and there were a few other students playing chess too. There was a nice silence around. The only noise is the chess pieces being placed on the chessboard with each turn.

“You're late as always, Dazai.”

Your attention is drawn to Fyodor, who's sitting with his arms and legs crossed, one above the other; a stoic expression on his face.

He was wearing a black long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, his coat was hanging on the back of his chair, his hair was tucked behind his ear and you noticed that he had a silver necklace with a cross.

Your fingers twitch slightly and your heart beats a little faster.

Ah, he is prettier up close.

What? No.

You didn't realize that you were staring at him for so long until his dark purple eyes went to your face and he raised an eyebrow.

Fyodor eyed you up and down as if you were a piece of meat for him to enjoy. The way your body tenses under his gaze; hands sneaking behind your back, lips pressing together, eyes trying to look anywhere but his. All of it gives him the hint that you'll be a nice prey.

“Oh? You brought a guest I see.” Fyodor smiles at you briefly, kindly, before looking back at Dazai who was placing his bag on the floor and sitting in front of him. He was very calm though he was facing another smart man such as him.

“She's my lucky charm.” He gives you a wink and you roll your eyes, unamused. You sat in front of the small square table, arms crossed, ready to watch the development of this game.

“Shall we begin, then, Dazai?”

“Of course.” Dazai giggles, wasting no time grabbing a white piece and making his move. “Seems like I have the upper hand today.”

Fyodor smirks, his slim fingers moving so delicately as he takes his turn.

Both of them seemed very relaxed as they played. Discussing random topics, and speaking with difficult words made it a little hard for you to understand their conversation.

But the tension was slowly starting to build up— Each turn was beginning to take more than a couple of seconds. They were taking their time before making any movements, and the smiles on both of the men's faces were starting to disappear as they went silent.

You, on the other hand, were almost falling asleep like back in class. What was the point of watching them play if you didn't understand how the game goes? Plus, they were in complete silence, how was this supposed to help you learn more about their stupid smart brains?

Ah, might as well take a little nap then.

“Shit.”

Dazai groaned in annoyance as his phone suddenly vibrated, distracting him from the game. After seeing who was calling, he stood up from the chair and walked out of the room without even excusing himself.

Your eyes followed Dazai as he left the room, lips parted in confusion.

Great, now you were left alone with Dostoevsky— Well… almost. There were other people playing chess in the room too but they were minding their own business.

Fyodor sighs, looking down at the chessboard before looking at you and tilting his head to the side.

Of course, he was going to take advantage now that the two of you were alone. He was eyeing his little prey and hopefully, he could get a pretty reaction if he pushed the right buttons.

God, forgive him for being so greedy.

“Do you want to play?”

You look in his direction, blinking a few times in confusion.

Telling him that you don't know how to play was going to be embarrassing as hell. He was going to make fun of you, probably. But, you didn't know that he could read you like a book. So Fyodor already noticed that you didn't understand the rules of chess.

You press your lips together, avoiding his penetrating gaze that makes something inside you tingle.

“I'll teach you, just pay attention because I'm not going to repeat myself.”

You nod, giving him a shy smile before taking Dazai's seat while begging internally for him to come back. Was that call so damn important?

“Move Knight to e6.”

“Sorry— what?”

Fyodor raises an eyebrow, waiting for your move. Like he said, he won't be telling you the same thing twice.

Looking down at the chessboard, you try to identify who's the “Knight”— Which wasn't so difficult, but now you have to move it somewhere you don't know.

When your eyes move from the board to him, you can see he's smiling. Oh, god. You hope Fyodor doesn't notice the way your cheeks heat up under his gaze.

But he did.

As if reading your mind again. Fyodor stands up from his seat and walks behind you; One hand on the back of your chair and the other pointing at a square from the chessboard. Dark locks of hair tickle your cheeks, a faint scent of coffee emanating from him. Would his lips taste like coffee too?

You press your thighs together, lowering your head down a little as his chest grazes against your back slightly; you can't help but feel smaller against him.

“…Now, did you understand?”

His smooth voice rings against your ear; low as if he was telling you a secret. Hell. You could even feel his lips brushing against the helix of your ear.

“I—”

You're interrupted before you can speak.

“Well, seems like we need to continue this game for later, Dos—”

Dazai stops in front of you with his phone in hand. His eyes opened wide and his lips parted in surprise.

“You two are getting along I see.” He snorts, grabbing his bag from the floor. “I’m leaving though, have fun. See you tomorrow, Dostoyevsky.” And with that, Dazai walks out the door again.

You panic.

You can't be alone with Dostoyevsky again after knowing how nervous you get with him close; how you look at him with a dumb expression after he speaks because you're too focused on his pretty features.

Fuck. No, what are you thinking about? He's not that handsome.

Fyodor is a smart man, he's probably just teasing you with light touches to rail you up and make fun of you later for being so easy. There's no way you're going to let this man play with your mind as if it is his toy.

“Wait! Osamu!” You quickly leave the chair, grabbing your bag as well and leaving behind Dazai.

For a small second you turn around. Fyodor's eyes met with yours; he was smiling again. Your eyes widened and you swore you could read his lips saying “Goodbye, my dear.”

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It's been a few days since you last interacted with Fyodor. And, since that first and —hopefully— last encounter, you were trying to avoid him.

You don't want to fall deeper into him.

After Dazai saw you two being very close, he kept messing with you about it.

“You two would make a great combination. The not-so-smart introvert girl and the top student intimidating Dostoyevsky… top student after me of course.”

“Why do you blush every single time he speaks? Do you think his voice is hot or something?”

“I saw you staring at Dostoyevsky in class today, are you sure you don't like him, hm?”

What a nuisance.

Of course, you didn't like him. You were trying to avoid him at all costs. Doesn't that make your dislike for him much more obvious?

In fact, you were sure you hated him.

Each time he spoke in class he always answered right with that unamused expression and with that egocentric tone that makes you roll your eyes.

There was no way you could fall for someone like him.

You sigh, currently walking down the hallway to the library, hoping to find some rest and silence from the noisy students and from your stupid brain that had been thinking about Dostoyevsky these last days.

The library had an old tone to it; yellowish lights and dark brown old shelves that went from the floor to the ceiling. Two floors full of books from all the subjects any student could find for their projects or to pass the time.

Even if it was full of people, the silence was almost absolute if it wasn't for a few people whispering and giggling. Still, it was a very peaceful place. Sometimes you wish you could stay here forever.

Since you know the place very well, you went straight to your favorite spot in the enormous library— It was under a stair, where there was an old dark green couch that was kind of comfy, enough to spend more than a few hours reading on it.

You remember leaving a book yesterday on the couch, after all, nobody went there; it was after walking through a long-ass corridor and after a few turns. Who would explore this big library completely like you did? No one, of course.

Well… You were wrong.

“What the fuck?”

“Hm? What a wonderful surprise…”

Seriously?

You cross your arms in front of your chest while looking down at Fyodor who was sitting on the couch with your book in his hands. You were trying to avoid him and he was the one that came to you. Funny.

Fyodor closed the book, placing it to the side before leaning back with his legs spread and his arms crossed as well.

“Nice book. You have good taste, sweetheart.”

The hell with this—

You turn around ready to leave, but he quickly grabs your wrist, pulling you towards him until you are standing in between his legs. His dark eyes look up at you.

“Why are you avoiding me? I'm not stupid, I see everything, you know?”

He loosens his grip on your wrist, his thumb caressing the back of your hand slowly. From this close, you can see his dark circles and his pale skin. Damn, he looks like a vampire…

“It's none of your business.” You frown, pushing his hand away.

“Do I make you so nervous, hm?”

Fyodor grins, leaning back once more. His smug expression only makes you more mad and you're beginning to wonder if he's doing it on purpose to get a kick out of this like last time.

He can't deny that he's enjoying it; You're so easy to get riled up that it's almost boring. Though your pretty pouty face is worth it.

“Shut up. You're in my seat. Leave.” You tried to keep a stern voice but Fyodor didn't budge from his seat.

“I'm not moving. If you want to sit on this couch so badly, might as well sit on my lap.” He pats his thigh, giving you a smirk.

Fuckfuckfuck.

He was playing with you again, probably laughing internally too— thinking you're just a stupid silly girl who can fall so easily into his trap.

He was using you as his entertaining resource.

Fine. You might as well play along.

With a hum, you flop on his lap, getting comfortable and leaning your back against his chest to which Fyodor immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Such an obedient girl.”

You squirm on his lap, feeling how butterflies flutter inside your tummy. While trying to mask your sudden arousal, you reached for the book you wanted to read and opened it to where you left it before. While doing so, Fyodor's large fingers start kneading on your waist, slowly, as if he was savoring the feeling of your body against his palms.

“Are you enjoying your reading?”

You nod. The truth is that you can't even read with his hands exploring your waist and his pretty voice against your ear. You're only looking at empty words in the book, your mind not paying attention to the sentences or paragraphs.

Fyodor's hand brushed against your neck, and the coldness of it made you flinch. He pushed your hair aside, exposing your neck to him.

“Why don't you read for me out loud?”

“Why should I?” You shrug, completely leaning against his body again, trying to suffocate him or something— though it seems like having the contrary effect as his hands pull your hips to him.

“I want to know if you're focused on your little book or me.”

Cocky bastard.

You clear your throat to begin with your reading, but as soon as you open your mouth, his lips brush against the skin of your neck, leaving a small peck.

“Go on. I'm waiting, dear.”

Then, he presses another peck, waiting a few seconds before doing the same.

God. You can't react in this situation. Your body squirms with each touch or whisper. Your thighs pressed together and you look down at the book, trying to focus on the words but it's impossible.

“Ah—”

You whine, feeling his tongue teasing the crook of your neck before sucking on your skin. Arms wrapping around your waist again, caging you against him.

The air was starting to get heavy and you had already forgotten that you were in a public library; your mind getting foggy with the thought of what was going to happen eventually.

As he pulls away, kissing the new hickey he left, one hand wanders down to your thigh, squeezing it.

“You know you can leave if you don't want this, right?” You didn't answer, not wanting to fulfill his egocentric wishes.

“Hey, I'm talking to you.”

A hand slides to your neck, pressing a little, as he leans closer to your ear. He thrusts up while keeping your hips against his, trying to “fix” his position.

Ah, but you can feel his hardness against your ass.

“It seems like you're too shy to speak, so, let's do this; If you want to leave, just push my hands away from your body and I'll set you free…”

He chuckles, placing another peck on your neck.

“But if you don't want to leave… Spread those thighs for me, dearest.”

How humiliating; Your body was reacting on its own, and you spread your thighs for him. Without wasting any time, the hand that was on your hip slides inside your pants, lithe fingers finding the wet spot on your panties.

“Huh, how naughty.” You can hear him chuckling behind you.

You barely close your thighs again, feeling shy as his fingertips tease up and down your covered pussy, emanating soft moans from you. With your lips parted, he slid two fingers inside your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Suck on them and don't be loud, honey.” He whispers, kissing the back of your neck soothingly to distract you from the advance of his other two fingers over your pussy.

Pushing your panties aside, he groans at the wet and warm feeling. Coating his fingers with your arousal first before slowly inserting a finger. Fyodor rolls his eyes at the sensation— you were squeezing him so tight that he almost felt pity for your cunt; If you were already squeezing his finger so much, how would it be when he's balls deep inside you.

Saliva slips from your lips down your chin as you keep sucking on his other fingers that are keeping your mouth entertained. Trying your best not to moan out loud when his finger that was over your pussy began sliding in and out, reaching that sweet spot of yours with each thrust.

“I'm going to add another finger, pretty. Keep being good for me..”

Another groan leaves Fyodor's lips when you squeeze his finger at his praise. Oh, well, he was going to make sure to praise you lots then.

As his middle finger makes its way inside you and you whine at the stretching, his whole hand clads your mouth, not letting any noise escape from you.

“Fuck… Do you want someone to catch us?”

You shake your head from side to side, picturing how humiliating it would be if someone finds you sitting on Fyodor's lap and moaning because of his skilled fingers that reach where yours can't.

When his two fingers start moving, you're already in heaven. Grinding your hips and spreading your thighs further to give him space to go knuckles deep.

“Is my sweet angel going to cum on my fingers? Do it, dear, be a good girl for me.” Fyodor moans against your ear, slightly grinding his hips against yours as you approach your climax.

Your thighs close and you let out a muffled whimper as you come all over his fingers, walls clamping down on him as he presses his hand harder against your mouth, whispering sweet praises before sliding his sticky fingers out of your cunt and taking his hand off your mouth to let you breathe.

Fyodor is nice enough to push your panties back in place before removing his hand from your pants. His sticky fingertips tap your lower tip a few times so you can open up and lick them clean.

“Good girl…”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, caressing your cheek, and you take the opportunity to turn around and fall to your knees in front of him, placing your hands on his thighs. You might as well worship him like he did with you.

He was nice to you, so why not be nice to him as well? After all, you were eager to see what's underneath his intimidating façade.

“Ah— Right now it might not be the moment, dear.”

You frown, resting your cheek against his thigh.

“My apologies, but this place is quite risky, you already made a lot of noise and people might be wondering,” Fyodor smirks before leaning down to kiss the crown of your head as he removes his silver necklace to place it on your neck instead.

“We'll continue this another day, I promise.” He tilts your chin up, leaning in and kissing you slowly, slipping his tongue past your lips and groaning against your mouth while his hand squeezes your cheeks together, not letting you pull away before he's done with you.

So he does taste like coffee.

Fyodor withdraws, leaving one last peck on your lips before completely pulling away.

“Goodbye, my dear.”

Giving you one last soft smile, he stands up and walks away, leaving you sitting on the floor with red cheeks and heavy breathing.

You look down at the cross hanging from his necklace. Now resting on your chest.

God, you want to taste his lips again.

© 2024 pinklacydovey

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Hello :D I would like to request an application for Sigma HCs with a reader where they both have their first time in marriage. I think it's kind of cute and romantic and I haven't seen anything like it before about Sigma. I don't know if you think this qualifies as "very personal and uncomfortable", and if it does, please excuse me and ignore my request.

hi, nonnie! this is not uncomfy for me at all, in fact, I find it pretty romantic as well (ꈍᴗꈍ)

if I'm not mistaken you mean the first time having sex/making love? I apologize if I misunderstood.

First time with Sigma!

✧ contents. nsfw, creampie (unprotected sex).

After the wedding party, I think both Sigma and you are tired and need to spend the night in each other's arms, cuddling and talking… and eventually making love<3

Sigma needs to take things slow! after all, this first time needs to be something special; slow making out entangled together, moaning into each other's mouths.

I headcanon Sigma as very sensitive, so a few kisses on his neck and moaning in his ear would make him hard instantly. He loves you so much that his body reacts on his own :((

He would slowly remove your clothing until you're lying on the bed with a cute white lingerie set that makes his cock twitch inside his pants.

(If you remove his clothes, he'll look at you with puppy eyes full of adoration).

Sigma would press kisses from your throat down to your cleavage, your ribs, your tummy, and finally to your navel before pushing the fabric of your lacy panties aside and kiss your bare pussy while looking up at you.

Of course, he needs to prepare you for what's to come, and what's better than his fingers?

“Angel, could you please open up?”

He'll say before sliding two fingers past your lips, coating them with your saliva then slipping them inside your hole slowly, making sure he's not hurting you or anything.

You could probably feel the wedding ring against your entrance as he pumps his fingers in and out, using his thumb to draw slow circles on your clit.

Once you're wet enough, he'll remove your panties and his boxers (already stained with pre-cum) and spread your legs a bit more before kissing your forehead.

“Tell me if it hurts, yes?”

After seeing you nod, he'll grab his cock and align it with your entrance— the tightness of your walls surrounding half of his shaft is enough to make him whimper softly.

“God… darling, please, take a deep breath, it'll hurt just for a brief second. I promise.”

Sigma smiles at you before linking your fingers together and kissing your lips as he shoves his cock all the way inside.

“Fuck… Oh my goodness… You feel so good, love.”

Sigma is definitely going to ask for permission before moving, then he's going to start with slow thrusts.

Panics a bit when he sees a little blood but then he remembers it's completely normal and goes back to work.

Even when you adjust to his cock, he won't stop asking if you're okay, and he'll tell you that he can stop at any moment.

He'll kiss you a lot, wherever he can reach. He wants to worship your body completely; squeezing your hips, caressing your thighs, kissing your neck.

Your pleasure is important to him too, so when he's close to cumming he'll rub your clit with his thumb so you two can finish together.

“I'm close, princess… let me fill you up, please please please—”

Creampie. First time with a creampie.

(From that day on Sigma is in love with creampies<3)

The afterward it's just him telling you how good you've done, how pretty you are, and how much he loves you and pampering kisses and cuddling with you until you both fall asleep.

© 2024 pinklacydovey

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Woooo! Okay, can I request

Virgin!fyodor x fem reader 🤭

He’s never had sex before because he didn’t feel the need to. Well, now reader is going to grant him the best head ever !

virgin!fyodor my beloved.

Virgin!Fyodor x fem!reader

✧ contents. nsfw, unprotected sex, Fyodor apologies to god at the end.

(not proofread)

Fyodor is stressed.

He's been sitting in front of his bright computer screen, locking himself in his room for almost the whole day. His nails are a mess— some of them bitten until they bleed.

You knock on the door of his room and slowly open it up once you hear him saying “Come in” and then close the door behind you.

“Fedya, how are you feeling?”

He doesn't answer until you're standing beside him, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. He seems tired, his eye bags seem darker and his brows are knitting together in frustration.

“It's the seventh time in the day that you're asking that, love.” Fyodor's eyes don't leave the screen, and it makes you pout. You place your hands on the armrest of his chair; turning him around to face you.

“Don't you need some rest? you've been working so hard…” You lean closer, placing a peck on his nose that causes him to smile slightly. The stress slowly dissipates at your touches and words

Soon, that small smile falters when you crawl on top of him, sitting on his lap, pressing your body against his and cupping his cold cheeks with your palms.

“Dear?” Fyodor is startled though he seems very calm and composed, placing his hands on your waist as you straddle him, with your knees on each side of his hips. “What are you planning to do, mhm?”

He raises an eyebrow at you as your arms wrap around his neck; his eyes dart from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again, smirking at the sight of your beautiful face.

“You're the prettiest woman I've ever laid my eyes on.” He whispers against your lips before pulling you into a kiss— one of his hands moves from your waist to the back of your head, deepening the connection between the two of you.

Your hips grind against his, eventually feeling his hardness against your crotch; He cannot control his urges, so of course he's going to get hard when the most precious woman is in front of him.

After pulling away, you both breathing heavily, he curses under his breath, hissing at the small contact over the tent on his pants.

“Oh, fuck… darling, could you please get up?” Fyodor’s nervous smile only makes you giggle. His hands clutch at your hips while looking down with his eyes shut tight, trying to fight his sinful urges.

When you grind your hips a bit more, he's already moaning, pushing you down against his clothed cock a bit more.

But of course, only grinding wouldn't bring the same satisfaction as having his cock buried inside your warm walls— so you stop your movements to remove your shorts and panties together, throwing them to the floor.

Fyodor still doesn't remove his pants though, he's too busy looking at your pussy to do something himself. Imagining the way it'll wrap around his cock soon.

The moment you unzip his pants, brushing your fingers against his twitching cock, he throws his head back, moaning lowly. You pull down his boxers that are already stained with pre-cum, letting his cock spring free.

“Goodness…” His eyes roll back as you grind your bare pussy against his length, teasing his sensitive cock. “You've wanted me for a very long time, don't you, dearest? I'm doing this for you, of course, why would I— ngh!”

Before he knew it, his cock was inside you; your walls contracting around him being too much. Once again, he has to hold you still until the need to cum in the moment has gone.

Fyodor glares up at you with half-lidded eyes, squeezing your hips and guiding them up and down slowly, trying to get used to the new feeling. He didn't know having your warm tight walls around his cock would feel so sinfully good.

His eyes close, focusing on the squelching noises that echoed through the dark room— He throws his head back again, letting out small groans that he couldn't hold back as much as he liked to.

One of his hands slides down to your clit, his thumb curling it slowly, making you moan louder— He keeps you still, only guiding your hips to grind them against his.

Fyodor knows he's close, and he won't let you climax without him, so as his cock twitches, ready to fill you up, he stimulates your clit faster, sending the two of you over the edge.

His forehead rests against your cleavage, trying to hide his whimpers while he thrusts up, painting your walls white.

Fyodor sighs, hoping God forgives him for finding arousing such carnal desires.

2024 © pinklacydovey

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sigma nsfw hcs

Sigma nsfw headcanons! + short scenario.

✧ pairing: Sigma x fem!reader

✧ word count: 1.4k

✧ contents: nsfw, creampie/unprotected sex, praising, brief manhandling, soft!dom sigma.

✧ author's note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG NONNIE 😣😣 I'm veryvery sorry, I'm kissing your forehead as an apology. btw, I'm very shy to post this idk wWHY if this is not the first time I'm writing nsfw lmao.

I'd say Sigma is soft!dom. He can be submissive if you want to, or when he's too tired after a long day of work and lets you take the lead as he lies on the bed, but he prefers to be the one worshiping you and making you feel good while his hands caress every inch of your body.

Definitely was a virgin before meeting you; that doesn't mean he doesn't know what sex is, he probably learned a few things about it and even masturbated before.

Sigma is sensitive— like, you sitting on his lap innocently usually gets him half hard. The feeling of your soft ass against his crotch awakens something in him, and he's a bit ashamed that he gets aroused easily but that's because he loves you so much and his body cannot help but react at your touch.

When he makes out with you, he usually gets too caught up and starts grinding against your body until either of you decides to pull away with flushed cheeks and heavy breathing.

Gets turned on by seeing you wearing his shirt and nothing else.

Sometimes he ties his hair up to eat you out because he knows he's going to be at least ten minutes licking your cunt even after you climax (He could keep going for longer but his jaw needs a break). Other times he's too desperate and forgets to put his hair in a bun or a ponytail and you have to hold his hair up for him.

Like I said in this, he likes creampies. Filling you up and seeing how both of your combined fluids slip out of your pussy gives him satisfaction.

He could probably just cum from hearing you call him a “good boy” or telling him that he's “doing so well” with a breathy voice as you ride him.

Making love should be comfortable for both of you; so he's not a big fan of quickies, let alone in risky places where someone could find you engaging in such activities. But, If he's too needy he'll accept you stroking him or sucking him off in his office or somewhere he's sure no one is going to catch you.

Secretly enjoys the hickeys he left on your neck or shoulders even if he denies it and apologizes to you with puppy eyes for it. Sigma knows that anyone who sees those purple or red hues in your skin is going to know that you belong to him.

Also secretly likes the idea of sitting on your lap and nuzzling against the crook of your neck as you wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking him and whispering against his ear until he cums all over your palm like a good boy.

Sigma loves you so much inside and out, but if he has to choose a favorite part of your body it'll be your breasts (no matter the size) and your waist. Under a sexual context or not, he likes kneading on those spots.

He doesn't like it rough, but when he's too desperate he'll unintentionally scratch your skin with his pretty lilac nails; could it be your hips, waist, ass, or thighs. Or he’ll force your head to take him deeper if you're sucking him off. (Apologies a lot after and feels bad)

He doesn’t have any favorite positions, as long as he's able to see the pleasure in your face, that's enough for him.

Whimpers and moans, no matter if he's sub or dom, but he bites his lip to hide them, although when he's close to cumming he'll be all loud without even realizing it.

After the sex ends, he likes to stay inside of you as his cock softens before actually pulling out, then he presses kisses all over your face and chest before helping you to stand to take a shower together… which could maybe lead to another round.

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“You're so pretty… My precious girl...” Sigma's hands grip your waist tighter, squeezing your skin as your hips bounce up and down his cock— skin slapping against skin. His head is thrown back against the headboard as pleasure curses his body; your warm walls feel like heaven even if he has already felt it multiple times before.

The room was filled with wet squelching noises and moans that neither of you noticed were escalating louder with each thrust— Luckily, the walls were thick enough so the sounds escaping from the two of you were not heard by other people.

Sigma nuzzles his face in your chest, white and lilac locks of hair tickle your skin as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his warm body and keeping you still with his cock buried inside you.

Both of you —now completely unmoving— were recovering your breaths, panting heavily.

As you run a hand through his hair, making him look up at you, Sigma’s cock twitches. Seeing such a gorgeous woman in front of him; hair messy, lipstick smudged that probably stained his lips as well, hickeys that decorate your neck, shoulders, and chest… How could he not feel like he was in heaven?

“Darling, could you please lie down?” He whispers with heavy breathing, pecking your chin before you slowly pull away from his arms to lie on the mattress.

Sigma smiles softly at the sight, his delicate fingers push away any lock of hair that's covering your pretty red face that he loves so much. Then, he places his hands on your knees, spreading your legs further before sliding his cock inside again, groaning at the tightness surrounding him.

His hips began moving slowly, choosing to admire how your face contoured in pleasure. Butterflies fluttered on his tummy when his eyes met with yours, looking at your pretty lips parted and your perfect breasts jiggling as his hips slammed against yours.

Sigma's heart was beating too fast, not only because of the pleasure of making love with you but also because of his adoration for you.

He notices the way your body squirms and the way your walls contract around his cock— he's good at memorizing things, and the reactions of your body are something he knows very well.

“Are you close, princess?” He asks, and you nod eagerly, wrapping your legs around his hips.

The hand that was on your breast moves to one of your hands, locking your fingers with his and brushing his fingertips over the back of your hand in a soothing way.

You felt loved by his sweet caresses and words— he was so sweet and delicate with you, despite sometimes getting too engrossed in the moment and leaving a couple of marks on your body, but that's just proof of his love for you, so you don't mind.

Sigma's forehead lies against your shoulder, and you can clearly hear his breathy whines as he nears his orgasm. His hand tightens around yours as his thrusts get faster until he eventually stops when the tip of his cock nudges your womb; spurts of white fluid paint your insides.

The moans and whine you let are music to his ears and he'll never get tired of hearing them, it's proof of how good he's making you feel.

“God… Oh my god…” He hisses out, lazily moving his hips back and forth, driving his orgasm longer until you tap his back for him to stop, too stimulated to continue.

Sigma is quick to cup your cheek and press slow and gentle kisses over your face, moving down to your neck and finishing at your chest. His lips tickle you, making you giggle and squirm.

“Hey…” You whine, looking down at his puppy eyes.

“What's wrong, angel?”

“Tickles.”

He snorts, pulling away and placing his hands on the mattress as support before slowly pulling out of you while biting his lower lip, and muffling a moan.

His hands carefully grab your waist, helping you to sit up on the messy bed that feels a little bit too comfortable right now— You want to just lie back and sleep with him in your arms.

“I'm too sleepy to take a shower now…”

Sigma chuckles, pecking your nose before scooping you and carrying you like a damsel in distress. Your protests fall on deaf ears.

“Don't worry, I’ll clean you while you sleep in the bathtub, how does that sound?”

A smile spreads across his face as you nuzzle against his neck and close your eyes— Your expression is so peaceful that he can feel his heartbeat slowing down just from seeing how peaceful you look right now.

Sigma will do anything for you. He loves you so much.

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Second request!

Bottom Nikolai x fem reader! Smut

Mayyybbeee reader has him tied up with a vibrator on his cock 🤭 and makes him a begging and whimpering moaning mess!

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I'll have to admit, writing this was difficult cause I used a lot of words that I don't usually use 😭 I apologize if I made mistakes on this one. I'm still learning 😣.

Sub!Nikolai x Fem!Reader

✧ contents. nsfw, overstimulation, vibrator usage, slight mention of Nikolai being rough, handjob, Nikolai is restrained.

Nikolai's whimpers echoed through the room as his back arched off the bed— the lace restraints keeping his hands behind his back, not allowing him to touch you or himself.

“C'mon, little dove… t-touch me— fuck! Do something, please…” His cock twitches, slapping against his stomach. Pre-cum dripping from his slit thanks to the vibrator you're pressing against his shaft.

He was getting close, but he needed you; your hands, your mouth, or your cunt. Whichever it was it didn't matter, he needed your touch.

He closed his eyes, imagining what he'll do to you once his hands are free; How he would grab the back of your head and force your head down until the tip of his cock nudged the back of your throat— Without knowing it, the thoughts were pushing him over the edge.

You giggle, stopping the vibrator when he was just about to cum, making him whine and pout.

“You're mean.” Nikolai lets out a long shaky breath, staring down at his cock with a drowsy smile. “Fuck…”

He looks up at you, giggling and tilting his head to the side. “That's all you got, sweetheart?”

Seeing you crawl closer towards him, sitting in front of him between his legs makes his cock twitch once more. A low groan escapes his lips as your fingers graze the veins on his cock.

“Baby… fuck me already.” He squirms against the lace around his wrists, trying to break free in desperation. “Ohh, yeah…” His body goes limp when your thumb circles his slit, sending him over the edge again— hips thrusting upwards to meet your soft palm; but instead, you pull your hand away.

Either way, you keep your hand close to his cock, just caressing it, teasing it with light touches that are not enough for Nikolai. Not at all.

Still, those soft touches of yours have a big effect on him and his overstimulated cock.

His heavy breathing turned into high-pitched moans that were loud enough for your neighbors to hear; not like he cared anyway.

“Please… touch me properly… I'll be good, I promise…” His half-lidded eyes bore into yours, hoping you understand and give him what he's craving.

When your hand wraps firmly around his shaft, his eyes roll back his skull— Nikolai felt too overstimulated and couldn't hold back anymore; his chest going up and down, a mixture of moans, groans, and whimpers slide past his lips and his cum spurts out against his twitching abdomen, painting it with white splatters.

As his cock softens, you squeeze the last drops of his cum, letting it fall to your hand, Nikolai smirks at you— seeming tired after his intense orgasm.

“Dove, you're going to pay for this.”

You giggle, lapping the cum left on your hand while looking straight at him.

“Aw, did I make you mad?” You reach for the lace, untying it and letting his hands move free now.

“Just a little, hon’” Nikolai grins evilly before pushing you down to the mattress and pinning your hands above your head. “But after this round, we'll be even.”

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