#sub fyodor

[livelaughlovesubs]

Kinktober 2024

Dom!reader x sub!male!characters

Hello hello~ this is my kinktober list for 2024 - reader will be gender neutral for all of the fics! Their body type also won’t be mentioned or specified

Once I post the fic, I’ll update this list and put the link down. The letters will also become coloured.

All the fandoms in my pinned post will be present in this list! Some more some less

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED

01.10: (whb) Lucifer - Lactation + dacryphilia

02.10: (hsr) Blade - Double Penetration in one hole

03.10: (Jjk) Choso - Sex toys + belly bulge

04.10: (genshin) Neuvillette - bathtub + fingering

05.10: (bsd) Sigma - bunny hybrid + Heat Circle

06.10: (hsr) Boothill - First time + finger sucking

07.10: (bsd) Nikolai - sounding + edging

08.10: (bsd) Fyodor - reader w/ aphrodisiac ability

09.10: (whb) Michael - thigh riding + dubcon

10.10: (kny) Giyuu - Overstimulation + orgasm denial

11.10: (bsd) Poe - Cokckwarming while writing

12.10: (genshin) Ayato - Lingerie + in an alley

13.10: (hsr) Luocha - Masturbation + Camera

14.10: (bsd) Chuuya - Vibrator during a reunion + public sex

15.10: (hsr) Dan heng - Rough Sex + hair (horn) pulling

16.10: (whb) Leviathan - Temperatur Play + breath play

17.10: (hsr) Caelus - praise kink + chastity belt

18.10: (whb) Raphael - humping + automysophilia

19.10: (genshin) Scara - mirror sex + make up

20.10: (hsr) Jing Yuan - pet play + breeding kink

21.10: (Jjk) Mahito - knife play + hematophilia

22.10: (bsd) Akutagawa - collaring + master/slave

23.10: (hsr) Sunday - clothed sex + teasing

24.10: (kny) Douma - uppermoon reader w/ tentacle ability

25.10: (bsd) Dazai - fucking him in front of fyodor/ yoyeur? Threesome?

26.10: (hsr) Dr. Ratio - degrading + bondage

27.10: (jjk) Gojo - sexting over FaceTime during work

28.10: (hsr) Argenti - sensory deprivation + humiliation

29.10: (whb) Gabriel - fucking him until he calls us god/ hierophilia + worship

30.10: (bsd) Chuuya - brat taming (chocking + biting)

31.10: (all fandoms) reader became a vampire..?! Blood kink + biting!!

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Halloween is over but I have a thought-

Dazai and Fyodor in slutty nurse costumes—!!!

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They both show up at your Halloween party in ridiculous (albeit flattering) nurse costumes. We're talking thigh highs with garters, heels (Dazai can walk in heels just fine, Fyodor is suffering. Save him 🥹), exposed chests, low cut necks, panties or nothing at all underneath 😏

How did they wind up like this? Maybe for funsies, maybe they both lost a bet and chose each other's costumes in an attempt to humiliate the other, maybe they just want to seduce you. Who knows? Anyways–

They fight over you all night long. Dazai will pull you aside and flirt with you. Telling you that you “need a physical exam” then proceeding to strip you, acting shy & innocent when your cock springs free (probably hard already because his skimpy dress is quite flattering in the rear...and Dazai has a nice ass to begin with-)

Nurse Dazai sucks you off in the bathroom, Fyodor just so happened to catch you exiting together, disheveled and sweaty, Dazai holding onto your arm like a clingy girlfriend

Nurse Fyodor has someone divert Dazai's attention, only so he can steal you away of course~ That other nurse has no idea what he's doing. “I can give you a more thorough physical, I'll make sure your body is working just fine” ;)

Next thing you know Nurse Fyodor is dragging you into a closet and bouncing on your dick. He senses Dazai close to the closet and moans louder and more obscenely on purpose... Fyodor also left the door unlocked on purpose, so nurse Dazai walks right in and sees everything 😐

Being as kind and generous and graceful as you are, you take them both to a spare bedroom and fuck their horny brains out. They shove each other out of the way, try to monopolize your attention, insult each other the whole time

It's hard giving them both the attention that they deserve, but you manage. By the time it's all over you're stuck with two clingy, exhausted nurses. Painted and stuffed with your cum, bruised, aching, babbling. You really did fuck them dumb. At least you'll have some peace once they pass out...

[queer-n-here]

i wanna fuck fyodor so hard

and crush his fucking anemic body

wait thats so weird

why am i into an anemic man lmfao

UGH HES SO FUCKABLE

AND HE THINKS HES HOT SHIT

I MEAN HE IS

BUT I WILL FUCK HIS SUPERIOITY COMPLEX OUT OF HIM.

IN CONFIDENCE.

-🦅

Okay so I was hoping to wait my writer's block out, but it's been wayyy too long so now I'm gonna try to force my brain out of it slowly. Phew, wish me luck.

I just wanted to try and do something productive, and also since... Yknow, there are a lot of people waiting in my inbox

Also this is super, super, suuuuuper short so... Yeah.

Contents: Drabble-ish piece on breaking Fyodor.

Warnings: Smut, Top male reader, rough sex, breaking Fyodor, begins in face down ass up position.

Imagine fucking Fyodor so hard he starts mewling, Gods.

Imagine getting to hold his wrists down and pound into him at that pace you know always manages to cloud his brain. Grabbing a fistful of his hair and pushing his head further into the pillow under him as you abused his slutty little hole with your fat cock, his moans and cries not quite drowned out by the sound of skin slapping skin.

Imagine grabbing his thin hips, his pale skin turning red under your fingers as your hands force him to move his pelvis to your rhythm, as animalistic and brutal as it is. Lowering your head to the crook of his neck to place sloppy kisses into the crook of his shoulder as he whines, God, that sound is so glorious you could get high on it.

Imagine Fyodor cumming so quick, his poor sick body unable to hold back for too long, and yet even as he pants and huffs into the pillow cover, you only turn him around before continuing to fuck him.

Imagine him crying and begging underneath you, sobbing and mumbling incoherently about how he can't feel his legs already, so won't you please have some mercy on him and just let him have a break?

Imagine having the man that so many fear, hysterically asking for mercy underneath you.

Imagine getting to break Fyodor Dotsoevsky.

[demovamp]

hear me out...fucking fyodor in a church? WHO SAID THAT?! 👀

i am hearing you loud and clear. 👀

i can just imagine him trying to be dominant. trying so, so hard to show how powerful he is. how he can make you break under him like he does with everyone else. he keeps talking about how he'll use you and ruin you.

it doesn't happen, though.

fyodor is the one who's bent over the pulpit, being fucked into oblivion. he has to see all the empty pews, thankful no one can see him like this. but, wait... the congregation will be coming into the building soon.

maybe they can already hear his whoreish moans and pleas out the doors.

it's not like he can be quiet, anyway. he's practiced on himself, but nothing compares to how good he feels when you fuck him.

it makes him wonder if he deserves this. if he deserves to be ruined and humiliated by you. he'll be your good whore... after breaking him in enough.

don't even get me started on his dsl... mmm...

[cyber-night]

Fyodor needs help sometimes even if he doesn't want it

Content Warnings: Self-neglect, degradation, humiliation, (Neither of which are particularly "sexy" it's more just Fyodor being put in his place through his own stupidity), this... isn't healthy for Anyone...

no smut today, sorry :( there Is a part 2 to this with smut. So if you want to see the pathetic, problematic, and malnourished, twink getting railed come back in a bit :3

You sigh as you look at Fyodors pill bottle. You'd recently put a cap on it that had a timer telling when it had last been opened. You suspected that he hadn't been taking his meds. The timer showed that it had been over two days since Fyodor had taken his medication, and even then, he only took it because you brought it to him.

You head up to his computer room where you find him hunched over his keyboard, typing away at lines of code. "Hey Fedya?" He hums as if he hears you but isn't listening. You continue anyway. "You haven't taken your meds in a few days... how are you feeling?"

"Fine," He says without looking up from typing. "When's the last time you got up to eat or use the bathroom?" You ask worriedly. Fyodor sighs. "I do not need you babying me. I can care for myself, you know." He says flatly. "You haven't taken your meds in two days... I worry about you. When's is the last time you slept in a bed and not at your desk?" He stops typing and pinches the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Not all of us get to sit around and do nothing you know some of us have actual work to do." This makes you pause irritation boiling under your skin. "Excuse me? I do plenty thank you very much. I'm the only one who does anything around here." You snap he has never been this expressly disrespectful to you. "You do nothing but annoy me and take me away from my work! I don't need your help! I realize you are too dumb to understand how important what I'm doing is, but you can at least have the decency to let me do it. As for what you do around here, you do nothing but take up space and money!" He snaps angrily you pause your eyes wide, all the times you've made sure he had water and tea as he worked, made sure he was eating, brought him food if he hadn't eaten yet, brought him his meds, all of that to him was simply an interruption? An irritation? Not to mention you took care of most of the chores, though he helped with a few such as the trash ...Fine then if that's how he saw it. "Very well, then I'll stop." You sat icily your eyes narrowed. "Since you will be fine without me helping, I'll leave you be." He seems pleased at that. "Good." Is all he says before he turns back to his monitors. You don't hesitate to turn and leave.

True to your words the next four? Maybe five days? You don't do anything for him. You knew when you two started dating, he needed something akin to a caretaker as he was oblivious to his own health, unable to feel hunger, thirst, or even exhaustion the way most do. It stemmed from his autism and you were willing to help him out of love for him. You never thought you'd have that affection thrown back at you in such a volatile way. You haven't seen him for a few days making no effort to seek him out.

You are sitting in the living room reading a book quietly when he stumbles in. He looks terrible. He hasn't showered in about two weeks at this point, hasn't had his meds in a week, and God knows when the last time he ate was. You only barely glance at him before returning to your book. You watch him lean against the counter as he makes his way to where his meds are stored. Once he get his hands on them, he looks at the caps timer, showing him its been almost a week since he's taken them. His hands shake as he struggles to open the pill bottle, the childproof cap, making it impossible for him when he's this weak. You watch him from over the edge of your book. He is genuinely struggling, but you can also tell he's putting on a bit of a show to garter pity from you to make you feel bad for leaving him to fend for himself. You don't give him any instead of going back to actually reading flipping the page. After quite a bit of time, he finally stumbles over to you and holds the bottle out to you. "Open this." He says gruffly. "You don't need my help. You should be fine." You say not looking up at him though you can see his hand trembling in your peripheral. Your words make him pause.

He tries to open the bottle again with no luck he stands there swaying slightly, his pride not letting him admit he was wrong or that he needs help. He tries to pull your book down, but he is too weak to succeed. You watch him sway again before he crumples at your feet, the pills bottle rolling away from him. You still don't look up from your book as you flip the page. If he wants anything from you, he needs to put his pride aside. He sits there, trembling at your feet for a few minutes before weakly whispering, "I'm sorry..." It's makes you laugh a little inside. "Pardon? I didn't hear what you said. Would you like to repeat that?" You ask without looking up from your book. "I'm sorry..." You nod. "Hmm, that's a start. What are you sorry for?" His eyes are unfocoused, and he's barely keeping himself upright. "I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"And?"

"...And I was wrong."

"About?"

"I was wrong, I do need you..." You nod again as you flip the page. "Yes, you do, don't you." He waits for a moment before he continues "...Are you going to help me now?" You laugh finally closing your book. "And why would I do that? You've done the bare minimum." Fyodors eyes widen, "please..." He whispers weakly. "Please, what?" You ask with a smirk as you watch him sway on his knees. "Convince me." He takes a shakey breath. I'm looking like he might cry. "Please help me... I feel like I'm going to pass out, and I can't... I can't take care of myself right now." You tilt his head back so you can observe him better. "It's almost a pity I have to put you back together... I kind of like you like this. Weak and pathetic, not that you aren't weak and pathetic normally, but... it's just you look pretty when your half way from deaths doorstep." He whines a hint of fear in his eyes. Sure, he could kill you with a touch, but the idea that he is weak and pathetic normally makes him uncomfortable. "I really should make you work for my help... but I'm feeling... Generous. So instead, I'll only make you beg. Sit back on your knees and put your hands up to your chest like a dog. I want to see you beg like one. After all, I have to care for you like a pet."

Fyodor shudders but does it his body barely stable for very long as he holds his hands up in an imitation of paws he looks at you, embarrassment evident in his face. "Good enough, I guess." You sigh idly, he whimeprs, letting his body relax so he doesn't fall further to the floor he rests his forehead on your knee. "Please~" He whispers meakly. Finally, you move him onto the couch and lay him down with a sigh.

You go get his meds, water, and soup since you don't trust him to keep solid food down right now. You come back to him asleep, and you almost feel bad about having to wake him up, but you know you need to. He needs to eat and drink. You carefully nudge him awake and set about nursing your brilliant moron of a boyfriend back to health. You wake him up not as gently as you usually would. You shove the pills into his mouth, then yank his head back and force him to drink, double tapping his cheek once he swallows. "T-thank you... my love..." You help him eat the soup since his hands tremble. "You wouldn't be in this mess if you simply listened to me, you know." You sigh as you pet his hair the soup bowl finally empty "If you had just been a good boyfriend and accepted my care you would fine, but no you have to be a selfish stubborn brat." He looks up at you with glassy eyes. "I'm sorry... I'll try and be better..."

You shake your head and sigh, carrying him to lay down in bed. A shower will have to wait till tomorrow. "Sleep, you can make it up to me tomorrow, Fedya." He nods and nuzzles into you, clinging to you out of anxiety that you'll abandon him again. You kiss his forehead as he drifts off.

[missy-0-piink]

YOUR IDEA OF DAZAI AND FYODOR BOTH SUCKING UR NIPPLES WAS AMAZING OMFG I NEED A LIL FIC

Ofc ofc 😼

It was probably the best sight you had ever seen in your life

The great demon fyodor, with arguably the most deadly ability known,

And the former demon prodigy of the port mafia,

And both of them were suckling your nipples, Dazai on one and fyodor on the other, both needy and desperate as though milk could be drawn from them

You couldn’t tell who looked more pathetic, they both looked quite similar, the both of them moaning and whimpering into your breast, greedy and wanting more

Fyodor had his eyes open, looking up at you as his hips ground into your thigh, his pace erratic and uncoordinated, no method whatsoever, only chasing the pleasure of his high

Dazai had his eyes closed in bliss, completely losing himself at the feeling of your nipple in his mouth, your body against his

He had one hand holding your breast in position as he sucked, while the other was desperately fisting his cock in a furious pace

Oh your two poor babies, they’d never felt this kind of comfort from anyone

You could tell, the way they melted into you, all thoughts disappearing and their instincts taking over speaking for itself

You could tell they were both getting close, Dazai letting out more higher pitched and frequent moans while his hand sped up, and fyodors hips kept stuttering, his cock leaking and eyes almost crossing as he tried his best to keep his gaze on you

Though Dazai had much more experience than fyodor and usually lasted very long, he came first with a loud whine, sucking (and almost biting) your nipple hard while he emptied over your abdomen, hand slowing down as he rode his orgasm out

Dazai had never felt this kind of intimacy before, all his previous sexual partners having more of a transactional feel during the deed, never having a proper emotional connection

Not to mention all the hate sex he had

He’s never had a loving touch in his life, not like this

And Fyodor was losing his mind

He hadn’t felt this kind of nurturing love in so long, he could barely remember what it felt like, his entire life dedicated to his cause

He never let himself indulge in his own needs outside of what was necessary to keep him alive, so being able to just let go?

God, it was addictive, he couldn’t get enough, his mind clouding over with thoughts of you, you, you

Fyodor soon came after Dazai, letting out a choked moan as he humped and bucked his hips, his semen coating your thigh

You reached down, grasping their hair and gently trying to pry them off your nipples

Fyodor came off with a soft gasp, face blushed and mouth parted, saliva covering his lips and chin

Dazai, on the other hand, whined fighting the gentle pull of your hand while he continued suckling, hand still cupping his dick

“Dazai, baby, you have to let me get up to clean you two” you said softly, meeting his gaze when his eyes opened

His face was blushed from what you could see, and he gave you a pleading look as he shook his head ‘no’, letting out a “mm-mm!”

“Cmon, don’t you want to be a good boy for mommy? I’ll let you two suck after, ok?” You say, negotiating

He let out a small whine before popping off, allowing you to get the cloth you set aside and clean up

Afterwords, you wordlessly sank back into bed, allowing fyodor and Dazai to reattach their lips to your nipples, both gently suckling until they eventually nodded off

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Idk if this is good but oh well, at least the idea is good

[sixatrocities]

── our little secret

pairing: fyodor dostoyevsky x nikolai gogol

content: anal sex, sadism, edging, overstimulation if you squint.

wc & notes: 1,496 words!! a big thank you to the lovely flora, aka @/pussydrunkfyodor for helping me with the colored text.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky never once imagined that he would be in this state- bare, naked and vulnerable on this bed. Darkness consumed every inch of the room, including the bed he was lying on. With no way to see except the faint glow of moonlight seeping in through the silk curtains, the weak and exhausted man didn’t even think of the possibility of someone walking in and seeing him in such a state.

Even though he himself was aware of how exposed he was, he couldn’t stop. Why, the greatly feared man had his worn out hand wrapped around his aching cock, a hand clamped over his mouth to muffle the obscene sounds he was making. 

Sweat clung to his forehead as he continued to stroke, whining into his palm. He began to lazily but desperately thrust his hips up into his own hand, letting out a choked up whimper as he began to speed up the pace. 

See, our dear, sweet Fedya here was a virgin. He’d never felt the touch of a woman or even a man, and it’s no surprise why. He was and still is an anemic, physically weak nail biter who never washes his hair or sleeps. 

The only thoughts that filled his head as he sloppily jerked himself off were ones of utter shame and sin, how could the renowned Fyodor Dostoyevsky be reduced to such a pathetic creature? Pleasure coursed through his entire body, the feeling of the close release that he was chasing being overbearingly disgraceful. 

He was now thrusting into his hand at an ungodly pace, eyes rolling back before closing from the overwhelming bliss that he felt. His mouth hung open, as he had finally abandoned the hand that had been tightly closed around it. 

Now moaning with nothing to hide the noises, he let out a loud whine as the coil snapped and he shot out cum as far as his stomach. Collapsing back on the bed, he was trying to catch his breath. He failed to notice the door creak open.

A certain Ukrainian clown crept in, admiring the faintly illuminated fucked out expression of his superior. The man in question was still recovering from his first real orgasm, not yet noticing the other presence in the bedroom. 

“Oh my! Do my eyes deceive me? Is that really the great Fyodor Dostoyevsky? It cannot possibly be that same person who I heard whining like a dog in heat, no?”

The black haired man's eyes immediately shot open, absolutely horrified at what he was hearing. How could it be? He surely must be hallucinating, this isn’t real. Certainly not. He was roughly pulled out of his panic filled thoughts when he heard the clink of Nikolai undoing his belt. 

The taller man let his striped pants drop to the ground before stepping out of them and slowly making his way toward his dear “friend”. Fyodor was feebly attempting to cover his naked form with the comforter, but his sad attempt was no help- as Nikolai had already reached the side of the bed and roughly yanked it off. 

The anemic in the room shivered as he felt the cold air hit his entire body, horrified and disgusted with how unable he was of speaking at this moment. What was wrong with him? He usually had no problem at all speaking to people, yet now he’s been reduced to nothing? He was broken out of his thoughts once again as the other man pounced on top of him. Crawling up his body until Fyodor was caged under all fours, he grinned and leaned in closer. He snatched Fyodors hands and pinned his wrists above his head, as his other hand slowly dragged down the Russian’s exposed body. He shivered at the sudden touch, a feeling so unfamiliar to him. Nikolai shoved Fyodor’s thighs apart with his own, the shorter man groaning from the slight friction the rough movement created for him. 

“Fedya, is this what you’ve been doing while the rest of us were gone? It sure would be a shame if your subordinates found out about this, hm?” Fyodor could do nothing but stare at the man above with his eyes blown wide, unsure what to do or how to react for the first time in his life. Nikolai continued to speak with that same idiotic smirk on his face, clearly enjoying tormenting Fyodor. “I have an idea!! Let’s play a game!! If you manage to make me cum, I won’t tell a soul about what I saw or what we did together!! Does that sound fair to you?”

Not wanting anyone, let alone his subordinates to know about this, Fyodor reluctantly agreed by nodding his head. A gesture so simple, yet so telling. Nikolai suddenly thrust two fingers into Fyodor’s exposed hole, an action that made him moan in both immense pain and pleasure. 

The jester scissored his fingers in and out of the other man’s barely stretched opening with zero remorse, and no sign of stopping. Fyodor was writhing around in pain, but he could barely move considering both of his wrists were still being pinned above his head by his far stronger friend. He could no longer control the noises he was making, only getting louder by the second. When he felt that barely recognizable, overwhelming sense of an orgasm approaching he didn’t even pay attention to the pain anymore. He was too focused on this agonizing yet amazing feeling that he was experiencing, but was pulled out of it the very second Nikolai quickly pulled his fingers out of the black haired man. 

“You really thought I was going to let you cum? Silly Fedya!! I’ve just barely begun…” 

Fyodor gasped as he was thrown over onto his stomach and roughly grabbed. He was practically manhandled into weakly standing on his knees. His hands were now free, and as soon as he realized this he grabbed his still erect cock and began to furiously jerk it before his hand was ripped away and shoved behind his back. He gasped as his upper half was shoved into the pillows beneath him, ass arched high in the air. 

Nikolai had now abandoned his boxers and the rest of his clothes and rubbed his hard dick into Fyodor’s ass, missing the entrance of it entirely on purpose. Both men lightly moaned from the gesture, Fyodor more than Nikolai. Fyodor was awaiting the feeling of Nikolai inside him, but it never came. Just when he was finally about to speak up, he felt the jester ram his shaft into his painfully stretched out hole. It burned but felt so good he saw stars. 

Nikolai was already tired but enjoyed hearing just how pathetic Fyodor was being for him. He collapsed onto the other man’s back, but continued to thrust in and out of him with force. The Russian’s noises of pleasure were now muffled by the pillows beneath him, but it was still so easy to hear him with how loud he was being. Nikolai let go of Fyodor’s wrists and chose to instead grab him by the hair and pull him up. Back arching in an uncomfortable manner, Nikolai decided to shove his fingers down the black haired man’s throat instead. 

Fyodor began to gag on the fingers in his mouth, but that only egged Nikolai on further as he felt his release approaching. Fyodor bit down on Nikolai’s ungloved fingers in desperation, getting what he wanted when Nikolai hissed and pulled them out. Both men could feel their release bubbling up, and Nikolai knew this. He hooked his hand under Fyodor’s hips and grabbed his cock, sliding his hand up and down to help him reach his release too. The clown had started to get louder a few minutes prior, but now he was full on whining, sounds that made Fyodor’s twitch dick in his hand. Both men were falling apart with each thrust Nikolai made, and then it came. Nikolai groaned and came inside of Fyodor with one final thrust. The Russian came a few seconds later, once again finished with a loud, slutty moan of Nikolai’s name. 

Nikolai’s mouth hung open, drool spilling out as his arms gave out and he practically slid off of Fyodor. His dominant persona disappeared long ago, and even he was shocked that Fyodor’s ass gave him such an amazing orgasm, practically the best one of his life. What he was unaware of was just how much Fyodor needed this, the exhausted man passing out mere seconds after shooting out his release.

“Dos? You alive?” He shook the man next to him, but not even an earthquake could rouse the snoring Fyodor. Nikolai instead pulled the sleeping man closer to him, stroking his hair as he whispered in his ear, “You know Fedya, I was going to tell everyone anyways, but since you made us both feel so good I think we can keep it our little secret”

[plaguechyld]

Some sub bsd fics that are wips in my drafts

Fyodor with soft dom

Akutagawa losing his virginity with soft dom reader

Sensitive Akutagawa with teasing but soft dom

Sigma with gentle dom reader (established relationship)

Nikolai with meanish dom

(All gn!reader)

[kougiri]

could you write overstimulating fyodor with male reader? please ..

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Greetings, darling. thank you for stopping by my cafe.

Thank you for assigning me to satisfy your erotic desires, sweetheart.

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Content warning: Nsfw

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You lost count? Let's restart it then.

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◈ snapping your hips against his, muffled moans and groans were heard from his mouth being covered by biting your hand. Making a particular thrust, he lets out a loud moan making you chuckle. "Mm..close.." he says. "Was that your fifth, Fedya?" You ask while rubbing your hand on his back.

◈ He lets out a small groan. "Just let me cum please.." he says, pleading you for mercy. Pulling on his hair lightly, you smile at him. "That's not an answer, Fedya."

◈ "It was my fifth..I think.." he replies to you. "You think? That's not like you to forget such important things, darling." You say, running your fingers along his hair. "I lost my count.." he whispers as a blush tints his cheeks.

◈ Putting your thrusts to a halt, you lean closer to him and whisper in his ear, making him shudder. "You lost count? Let's restart it then."

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[svgvru]

fedya says ... requests/submissions are open! if you wish to upload to the hub, please visit our inbox + follow our rules. otherwise, it's free reign! oh...and fedya says dazai uploads are his favorites, so send them!

[livelaughlovesubs]

My favourite position is when he’s riding me- Honestly that’s so hot haiahajsnjajahajman ahahhahahaha (help I’m desperate)

Holding his slutty waist in your hands, squeezing his sensitive hips, watching him squirm in response. His pretty body on top of you, sitting comfortably in your lap while your length is buried deep inside him. Watching his every move with focused eyes as he tries to ride you, tries to pleasure himself. Though in the end, he’s just embarrassing himself for you to enjoy.

Then burying your face against his skin, whether it’s his chest or back, both is fine. Holding him so close to you, that you can hear his heartbeat. Rubbing your cheeks against his soft skin while he’s humping you. Moaning, making a mess. You get to see every part of him, touch everything and anything you want. You could caress his face and tell him how much you love him, or grab his ass and force him to go at a rougher pace. There so many possibilities, and so, so much time.

Your favourites <3

[shibusawa-breeder]

Fedya time

WELL THEN , I have been obviously roped into this wave of sub Fyodor and am I complaining? Absolutely not .

This was largely inspired by @hnnnnnnnmscorner @pussydrunkfyodor @beandaifuku​ and  @venuseria​ posts and fics ,  all of you guys are incredible 

( Suggestive art below )

Also please don’t take this as me liking Fedya in only one place , ultimately it doesn’t matter and I enjoy any depiction of this great character the things i would let this man do to me as well oh lawd

[queer-n-here]

HEY

ITS THE ANON THAT ASKED FOR FYODOR X MUSCULAR READER

ERMMMM

IF ITS OKAY CAN I HAVE THAT NOW BUT SMUT

PLEASE

( im not desperate i promise )

-🦅 ( eagle emoji anon cs rahh america )

Yeah brotha, ofc!

Also, welcome to the anon fam. Here we go, Fyodor smut. (And guess what? I'm writing this in my mom's school so like... pray that I don't caught)

Also, I'm gonna do your Kunikida req, too, just gimme like a day or two, yeah? Hope you like it, even though it kinda got OOC.

Contents: You walk in on Fyodor fingering himself to the thought of you, and then you fuck the poor anemic man.

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, nipple play, OOC Fyodor.

Fyodor was almost ready to get on his knees and beg.

It was probably the first time in his entire life that he'd ever been so desperate.

It had all started that one day when you'd picked him up for the first time, and ever since then his skull could only contain one thought: you. Any and all attempts at a distraction were futile. After trying for weeks, Fyodor gave up on them.

His only solace was the handful of hours when he'd be asleep. Lately, however, you'd started haunting his dreams, too, plaguing them with thoughts and images of you that grew filthier and filthier each time. Gods, what were you doing to him? And how were you doing it? Was this a part of your ability? To hypnotize someone and make them lose control of their senses?

Even know, rutting pitifully against the pile of blankets in your room, Fyodor's glazed eyes could see you. Your huge form, towering over his own. Your ginormous hands tracing his skin, gripping his waist and rubbing his nipples.

His naked chest came in contact with the bed sheets, and he threw his head and moaned, pathetic dick rubbing back and forth against the soon to be stained sheets.

But it wasn't enough. It wasn't even nearly enough.

Fyodor licked his fingers slick, then reached back to insert the first one into his achingly empty hole, trying to convince himself that it was your finger his hole was fluttering around. He shut his eyes, seeing you against the back of his eyelids instead.

Pre-cum dribbled down his shaft as his shoulders shook, his free hand clenching desperately at the sheets. Gasps and moans spilled from his red and bitten lips, and all of a sudden his fingers hit a certain spot.

Fyodor's back arched, a particularly loud moan leaving his mouth. He slipped in a second finger, hand moving faster now. He bit down on the sheets beneath his head, muffling his cries against the fabric as he found himself tipping over the edge soon. As his cum hit the sheets, so did his body. His poor anemic body couldn't hold for any longer.

He rolled over onto his back instead, dazed eyes opening slowly, and taking a moment to process what they were seeing.

You.

For a moment Fyodor almost believed that he had now gone insane. But it was too real to be an illusion, you were too real.

He sat up with a gasp, hands flying to grab the sheets beneath him and try to cover himself with them. You were faster, though, ripping the sheets out of his grasp and letting them fall onto the floor.

This was going to be fun.

Not that you had expected to see Fyodor like this when you opened the door of his room. I mean, sure, maybe you could blame that on your habit of not knocking, or maybe even his of not locking his door. But you were glad you two did that, how else would you have ended up in his room, smirk growing on your face as you took in his condition.

Fyodor was still trying to reach for the sheets, but you grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed above his head, making him fall onto the bed on his back with a huff.

"Fyodor," Your eyes had an unusual darkness to them, one that set the alarms blaring in his head. "What were you doing?"

Fyodor tried to struggle out of your grasp, his weak body fighting against yours to no avail as a deep red blush rose through his flesh. "...It's none of your business!"

"Isn't it?" You tilted your head, face inches away from his. "You said my name."

Fyodor froze. "W-what?"

"You called for me," You repeated. "And you were loud, too. I thought you were hurt somewhere."

His pale skin reddened further, and he turned to look away from your blazing eyes, but you grabbed his chin and made him look at you.

"Were you thinking about me?" The smirk had returned to your face, and your eyes were hungrily roaming over Fyodor's body. "You were fucking your hole with your fingers like a little bitch in heat; were you pretending they were mine?"

Fyodor's breath hitched. Being caught like this before he had even come down from his previous high was intimidating, but also strangely arousing. He let you loom over him, your huge body almost completely hiding his against the bed.

"Answer me, Fyodor," You said.

And he couldn't do anything but nod, cheeks flaming. You leaned forwards and kissed him, smiling slightly. He gasped again, surprised, eyes wide and hands falling limp in your hold. You let them go, placing your hands on his waist instead as you pressed him into the bed, tongue invading his mouth.

"W-what are you doing?" Fyodor pulled away just long enough to ask.

"Hmm," You hummed against his lips, pulling back and sitting on the bed to take of your clothes. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

Fyodor's breath hitched, his skinny body shifting against yours. You finished stripping, leaning down to kiss him full on the lips again, this time more passionate. He fisted his hands in your shirt, pulling you closer weakly.

You sighed softly, reaching forward to trace the curve of his neck, the dip of his collarbone. Pulling away, you lowered your head to kiss there instead, leaving marks in the wake of your fingertips. Fyodor moaned, screwing his eyes shut against the feeling of your lips on his skin.

"[Name]," He panted, biting his lips to stop himself from moaning too loud.

"Hmm?" You pulled away from his collarbone, raising your head to look at him. "What do you want me to do, baby?"

Fyodor's eyes widened slightly at the pet name, but he wrapped his arms around your neck all the same. "Please, fuck me..."

And who were you to deny him?

He'd prepped himself just fine, and, aligning your tip with his leaking hole, you were able to slide in your member relatively easily. You started slow, thrusting into him gently at first, trying to give him time to adjust himself.

"[Name]." Fyodor moaned, brows furrowed. "Nggh, f-faster, please!"

You obliged him, speeding up considerably as you lifted his legs, wrapping them around your waist before placing your hands on either side of his head. Fyodor was clenching around you with each thrust, each nudge of your tip against his soft and tight walls making his toes curl.

Your hips snapped against his, and his back arched, thrusting his nipples up into your face. You kissed them readily, licking and biting and teasing to your heart's content as the man beneath you squirmed and panted and moaned.

"Fyodor," You said, teeth gritted against the feeling of Fyodor around you. "Does it feel good, hmm? Tell me, d'you like it when I fuck you like this?"

Fyodor's eyes were blurred up with tears, his eyes blown out and wide, making him look like he wouldn't be able to process anything but your cock in his ass for the life of him. Still, he nodded frantically. "S-so good, hah! Mmph, [Name]! Feels so... so good..."

You rolled your hips, pounding into him with a rhythm so heavenly, it had Fyodor seeing stars. One thrust in particular hit somewhere so soft inside him, he cried out, and you shifted to hit that spot again. His grip on your shoulders tightened, head falling back to expose his beautiful neck.

You leaned down to kiss it, rolling your hips and bullying his prostrate. His nails were burying into your skin, moans growing louder and louder by the minuted in a way that told you he was close.

And sure enough, pretty soon Fyodor was trying to speak through his lewd noises. You understood his meaning even when his words were barely coherent. Speeding up, you bit his shoulder, making him cry out in a mixture of pain of pleasure so intense all other thoughts were wiped out from his brain.

He reached his orgasm, hips bucking up into yours as a cry ripped itself free from his throat. You slowed down to a stop even as your cock throbbed at the feeling of Fyodor clenching around you so tight it almost made you lose control.

He huffed and panted beneath you, using one hand to cover his face. You gently pried it away, planting a kiss on his forehead. You waited for him to come down from his high, peppering kisses on his face softly.

He raised a hand to place on your chest to stop you, giggling softly. "You..." He hesitated slightly. "You haven't finished yet, right?"

You had been ignoring your throbbing dick for a while now, trying to remain still despite the desire building in your gut.

You shook your head.

Fyodor flushed slightly. His arms had fallen limply onto the bed when he'd came, and now they rose to wrap themselves around your neck again.

"Go on, then. You can... do it till you cum."

And being as restless as you were, you immediately began moving again.

[done-with-the-shit]

I'm looking for Sub!Fyodor fanfics!! Like bro I've been searching everywhere.. I even looked on Wattpad!!!

I need my sub Fyodor for fucks sake!😭

[cyber-night]

A very late chrimis smut. :3

Content Warnings: Dom Reader, sub character, Sub Fyodor, puppy play-ish, leash, collar, things nit to do in a church, this is surprisingly gentle for me, degradation, humiliation let me know if I missed something

You were sitting in church listening to the pastor drone on and on about the birth of christ and the miraculous conception and virgin Mary. While your lovely Fyodor tried to keep himself from trembling. Fyodor had made a slight miscalculation when trying to get you to attend Christmas Eve mass. That mistake being that he said he'd do "anything" to get you to come with him... anything turned out to be a vibrating plug pressed against his prostate and a thin collar and leash beneat his suit.

The leash went under his shirt and down his sleeve easily hidden and hard to notice when you held it you held his hand as well. Fyodor, for the most part, was very good at focusing on the preacher except when you changed the speed of the vibrator. Periodically, you'd raise and lower the speed to make him tense. After the sermon, they started on communion. The part you were most looking forward to and that he was most dreading. You both stand up the leash still in your hand, hidden from view as you held onto his. Just before you both took communion, you turned the vibrator off. When he went to take a sip of wine, you turned it to the highest setting and watched him choke you coo and pat his back as if comforting him. The priest looks at him worriedly, and Fyodor brushes it off his violet eyes, looking at you pathetically. You guide him back to the pew and then turn the vibrator off for the rest of mass.

Once you two were home, it was past midnight. The moment the door shuts, Fyodor looks at you, hopefully. He's so worked up and sensitive. His body is so easy to play with, and you had been tormenting him all throughout midnight mass. He didn't want to have to use his hand to try and pleasure himself tonight, not after he'd been so good for you. He wouldn't say any of that to you, though, his emotions far too private for him to lay bare. So, instead, he tries to say it with his eyes. You know him well enough to read him like a book. "Aww, is my poor puppy needy?" You tease him as you start unbuttoning his shirt. "Don't worry, I have gifts for you, and while I think most should be saved till tomorrow, I think I'll let you unwrap one tonight. How does that sound?" You ask sweetly as you push his shirt open and wrap the leash around your hand several times so you can pull him in for a kiss. His eyes are glazed over, his brain already shutting off after having to work overtime at church to make sure he doesn't make a fool of himself.

You grab a box from under the tree and then guide him up to your bedroom he follows obediently, not that he has a choice with you tugging his leash. Once you have him in your shared bedroom, you sit on the edge of the bed watching him with loving eyes. "Puppy, why don't you strip for me?" you say thoughtfully gesturing to his open shirt and his pants. Fyodor nods, his hair falling in his face as he does so, and you watch as he takes the rest of his clothes off, then sinks to his knees between your legs. You then present him with a wrapped box. "For you, my sweet little mutt." He reaches up and takes it.

You can see he's been biting his nails worse than usual. The holidays are usually stressful for him to many people and events going on. You decide not to comment on it now. He holds it, looking up at you, waiting to be told he can open it. "Good boy. Yes, you can open it now." Carefully, Fyodor unwraps the box, choosing to peal the paper off at the seams rather than rip it off. He folds the paper up and sets it to the side before inspecting the box. "Go ahead and open it, Doll." He opens the box to reveal a photo album with a lock. The key rests beneath the book, and he gently unlocks the photo album. The photos in it were pictures of him... him tied up, him trembling, or with his back arched as he came, all of the photos were him in increasingly lewd positions. "All... all of them are of me?" He asks. He knew you took photos of him you had asked and still did before doing so, but he'd never seen them until now. He flips the page and pauses there nestled in-between photos of him in is a photo of you... a professionally done photo of you, a nude photo of you. He flips through the book, slowly looking at himself and pin-ups of you.

You can see his hips idly moving, shifting the plug that's still buried inside him. "Horny, are we?" He snaps his head up to glare at you. "Don't look at me like that. Or I won't fuck you senseless while you flip through that. Now come up here, hands and knees darling." You say as you tug on his leash. He moves up onto the bed, bringing the book and whining as the plug shifts. He gets into position and has the book set in front of him so he can still flip through it. You toy with the plug inside him before removing it and slowly and gently replacing it with your cock. "Ngh- s-so pretty..." He moans softly. "Which one? You or me?" The page he's on has a photo of him on his knees with a dildo in his ass and mouth this was back when you were training away his God awful gag reflux. Next to it though is a picture of you chest exposed and legs spread just enough a piece of silk cloth draped over you. "Personally? I think it's you. You cried so much when we did that." He whimpered as you gently fucked him. "Made such a mess too. Pity you don't gag like that anymore. It made you so pathetic, puppy."

Fyodor shudders his arms, giving out as he collapses beneath your slow and forceful thrusts. His eyes roll back as the angle forces you deeper into him. "Please..." He whines you use the leash to pull him up onto his knees, his back to your chest, so you can bite and suck on his neck. One of his hands reaches behind him to rest on your waist for an attempt at stability. "Such a good boy. Taking it so well for me, mutt." A soft kiss is placed on his jaw. "Is my puppy close?" He whines and leans his head back on your shoulder as his body trembles as he cums untouched. His cute little cock leaking spurts of cum onto the mattress. "Did you like your gifts?" You ask him softly as you lay him down. He looks up at you in confusion. "Gifts? Plural?"

"The book... and the sex." You tease him as you undo his collar so he can rest. He hums in understanding and smiles faintly as he nods. The book and his collar and leash are set aside as he pulls you into his embrace. You kiss him, then whisper. "Merry Christmas, Dove. Rest and I'll clean you up, yeah?" He nods and dozes off slightly, making you smile.

[missy-0-piink]

I need to make Fyodor squeal so bad

Oh god yes

Having this man on top of you, with you grabbing his hips and ramming your strap into him while he has a vibe taped to his dick, making him moan out and scream

Degrade him, it makes him moan louder

But to get him to scream?

Slap his very sensitive dick, and pinch his nipples and twist

He’ll cry like a bitch, cumming right then and there

But continue

It has him sobbing, squealing as you continue your fast and ruthless pace, not letting him have a break

It’s too much, and he voices that, but you won’t listen

Soon enough he’ll be sobbing, tears streaming down his face as he collapses on top of you, his arms giving out.

But even so, you don’t stop until he cums a second time.

Then a third

By the end, he’s whimpering, even his dick slightly brushing against your abdomen sending him into painful overstimulation.

Make him your bitch

Breed him like one