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elvestoneanzelote1 · 4 months

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𝘈:𝘯- 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺! 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥! 𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺!

𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴!

𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺!

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺,𝘐𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘉𝘚𝘋.

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵!

𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐒𝐃 𝐱 𝐢𝐧𝐮𝗺𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝗺𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝗼𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝗼 𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝗼𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝!

𝐘𝗼𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝗼𝐭 𝗼𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝗼𝗼𝐤 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝗼𝐭𝐞!

Rats in the house of dead...

You don't know why you even joined in the first place but you surely do know that it was an evil organization with a goal of purity which you don't know why, They seem so persistent on finding the book.

Especially the leader itself, who doesn't let go of you from his sight.

After all, how can he? When your ability is the most powerful one.

A voice that controls people

"Recently our plan was disturbed by that weretiger," said Fyodor recalling the death of Shibusawa in the hands of Atsushi Nakajima.

You sat on the chair while arranging the cards into a pyramid style.

"Master, what shall our next move be?" Asked Ivan serving tea as he side glanced at you who just do the work of pyramid cards

"Hmm, There are many things we could do... But what shall we exactly do? Wouldn't it be easier to make all the two organizations sleep forever? What do you think... Y/n?" Asked Fyodor as you didn't hear him.

Ivan slammed the tray onto the table making your eyes widen as the card pyramid almost fall.

"𝐒𝐭𝗼𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤" You paused the movement of the cards from dropping as it went back to its original form alarming the person, Puskin and half glared at Ivan who gave you an unamused stare.

"What? Do you truly have to destroy my card pyramid? I was making a world record!" You hissed as Fyodor chuckle while Ivan glare at you.

"My master was talking to you, Idiot all you do is play cards more likely building a pyramid card non-stop as If you have nothing to do."

"Huh? Shall I shut your mouth by letting you stitch your lips? Pretty sure that injury was not enough for you" you said as Ivan frowned more.

"Now now... Goncharov, Y/n is the most important for me"

"Cringe" you muttered while eating the cookies from the bowl alarming Ivan who took it away saying it was baked freshly for his master, Fyodor.

"Why don't you just marry him then, geez Stingy old men" you muttered while you stood up from the chair and start walking.

"Where are you going? Y/n?" Asked Fyodor as you side glance at him.

"Sightseeing, seeing Ivan been gay over you make me gagged from cringe"

Fyodor chuckled and shook his head as Ivan stopped himself from glaring at you and quickly composed when Fyodor glanced at him then at you.

"Be careful out there especially the port mafia and The agencies after all... The ability might have started working by now" said Fyodor to you who just waved a bye and walk out.

"Master, haven't you been too soft to l/n? All he does is play with cards and eat tons of food" said Ivan as Fyodor let out a sigh as a visible smirk appear on his lips.

"Are you questioning me?"

"N-no of course not, Master b-but"

"Do not worry about y/n, Even if he betrays me of a sort... I will find a way for him to return to me... After all, before he join with us he belongs to the guild, I just have to pull some strings" said Fyodor who dropped the tea cup alarming Ivan as Fyodor frown abit.

'Unless... Dazai have a plan for him to change sides?' He thought to self then glanced at Ivan who was busy taking the broken cup shards.

"Goncharov, I would like you to call y/n after an hour later"

"Huh?"

"He should pick up his phone by that time or... If not, he have betrayed us"

Ivan frowned yet nod cautiously glance at his pocket watch.

'56 minutes left huh?...'

You on the other hand was visited by Dazai while you were patiently eating in a restaurant as he offered you to follow him after eating his shared and let you pay.

Annoyed you were yet followed him as he mention the guild.

As you stood on a empty park, your eyes flickered around then at him.

"Shouldn't you be taking care of your president?"

"Indeed, but I have to thank you eventually for saving me from almost going through the hospital," said Dazai recalling the sniper aimed at him.

He Got the letter from you when he goes through Fyodor clothes arrange in a dumpster.

How fortunate he was to find it on Fyodor hat.

If you didnt already told him perhaps well he does have a clue there will be a sniper of sort.

But...

As much as it was painful at the least he did not end up in hospital.

And the fact you are not that heartless on your part and even considered... Him to be trustful.

"I did it because I'm thankful to... Atsushi" you simply replied as Dazai nod as he approached you making you take a step back

"Indeed and the fact that your ability is very unique Fyodor took advantage of you"

"You phrased it like he touch me senxually harassed me of sort"

"Did he not? Bummer"

"You are a freak you know that"

"I know especially after the incident I thought you will join the agency of sort... Since you really care for Atsushi-kun"

"... What are you phrasing?"

"Join us, And tell us what he is planning" asked a voice as you turn to see the ravenete.

"Ah, Poe rival" you pointed out as his green eyes stare back at yours.

"Poe has introduced me to you? Better either way I didn't thought you will join the enemy"

"Didn't I already did? Guild was also an enemy for you before... But I assume you talk with Fitzgerald-san, Dazai" you said as Dazai chuckle.

Both of them stood side by side of yours as your stare seems unbother by their gaze.

They surely have a lot to question you.

Truly you are very eye catching... I mean who are so unbother by literally been question and surrounded.?

"You know whose ability it is"

"Yep, I do know"

"And... what is their name?"

"It starts with Letter A, But I can't say much" you said while almost arrange your nonexistent scarf as you frown.

Ranpo took notice of it and threw the yellow scarf of yours that he have in his bag.

"Huh?"

"Poe made it for you, he missed you" said Ranpo as you gave him a stare.

"Do you mean emotionally or are you phrasing like a romantic novel with full of angst where the lover make a scarf waiting for his lover to be back?"

"You surely are good with romantic scenarios" said Dazai as you gave them an smirk.

"It isn't about scenario but... I'm surrounded aren't I?"

"Clever as always"

"How many people am I surrounded by?" You ask as Ranpo arrange his glasses.

"One"

"Oh? And who-"

Before you used your ability onto Kenji who hold a big metal pole.

Dazai hand reach onto your wrist as your eyes widen.

In a blink of an eye your head was hit the metal pipe as you fall to the ground unconscious and bleeding.

"We could have done it neatly but you were too questioning us" said Ranpo wiping away the blood on his face with a handkerchief.

As Dazai let go of your wrist and chuckle when they hear a phone ring.

"Seems like they caught up into our plan, huh?"

A:n- that's all! Good day/night to all! Have a great day/night to all!

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bitterchocoo · 7 months

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God-ish

Fyodor Dostoevsky | M. Reader

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"Gott ist tot."

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The days [Name] live are as normal as it can get. Wake up, get ready, eat, work, go home, sleep, rinse and repeat.

Despite being an ability user. His life is as regular as a normal human. Even if people say it's far safer that way [Name] felt like he wanted to tear his hair out.

'How boring..'

'It's the same every time...'

'All of it is so monotonous...'

Those thoughts circle around his mind, he had been living his life the same way over and over again, it's bound to be boring, and yet... Somehow people didn't complain about it, they didn't say anything about it, they don't look depressed about it. It's like they're used to this "monotonous life" or they just suck it up.

Either way, this made [Name] starts to think that they're brain dead or something. Humans are creative creatures who could think freely and yet they trap themselves in a monotonous repeating life? What's wrong with them? Don't they get bored? Don't they get tired? Don't they get depressed by how repeative it is?

'That’s so meaningful and cool.' He thought sarcastically, leaning against a wall, he watched these human beings go with their day with crossed arms. How meaningful... To think they actually would sacrifice their free thinking to blindly follow this "religion"-like way...

They all blindly follow it without even knowing what they're doing as if it's second nature for them to do so. As if it's a code that had been programmed into them. As if they're in a simulation. How meaningful and cool...

And yet every time his co-workers would ramble on about their "dreams" he can't help but think. 'Your dream... It’s big... Too big.'

They all dream about such big things, but did they ever stop and think just how ridiculous it is? How are they going to obtain such a thing when they themselves are blindly following this "religion."?

Their dreams are like a prayer of self-discipline disguised as criticism. They say they're independent. They say they don't need anyone. They say that they're their own person. They say that they're going to make it big one day as their dreams become a reality. But is that really all true? Or are they just criticism in disguise?

You criticize your family, your friends, your co-workers and those around you.

You say you're an independent person yet you can't build a dream alone. You say you're your own person yet you can't help but follow new trends and blindly follow this moral code. You say you're going to make it big one day yet when is that? And how are you going to achieve it if you're still wallowing in self pity?

It's not logical.

What's holding these human beings back from actually doing those things? The answer... Is this "religion."

They all think that it's right to follow this set of rules. Sure some of them are worth following like respecting each other and such. But did they even follow that in the end? No. They don't. Some people ended up murdering one another. Some people ended up betraying one another. The list goes on.

Yet in the end they argue that they're right.

'That's disgusting..'

'It's tiny... Your mind... It's tiny.'

'Lonely because of your genius how cool…how cool…'

They all think they've become some sort of genius once they've "figured out" these set of rules they follow so blindly and think that they have the right to look down on the ones who do follow them. But in the end they're still the same as them. They've become this "authority" that looks down on others once just because they don't understand something like that.

They say fame, and money corrupts all. Oh how true that is...

Their morals die once they've got them. [Name] salute to those who still maintain them. After all... This fame and money are like the devil's advocate.

How... God-ish... To resist such temptation...

"I understand... You wish to be free from this mondaine world, yes?"

Those are the words that man said to him.

He saw through the mask he so carefully crafted for years and saw right through his soul.

How God-ish..

[Name] still remember their first meeting...

Back then he didn't even hesitate to use his ability to defend himself, even if it meant killing a few people. His survival is at risk here. Isn't it only logical to do so?

Then after all the chaos.... Fyodor found him...

Despite how cold his body felt... [Name] can't help but feel warm.. Despite how cold he is... He felt some warmth and maybe even closure at the thought that someone had seen him.. And didn't ridicule him for having such a mindset...

Pretending to be God by denying God.

[Name] was never a religious person. But for once in his life he felt like his silent prayers have been heard. He's free from this mondaine life he had been living.

'I’m becoming a fan on the contrary.'

He had become a fan of something he had originally hated....

He had blindly followed this "religion."

No... This is different...

He's not following anything...

He's merely...

...the Devil's advocate.

What can he say? He had fallen for a Devil.

And the devil kindly reciprocates.

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svgvru · 3 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄 your eyes catch is down right adorable. Your pretty boy writhes on your bed. He's smaller, thinner, compared to you. His pelvic bone is pronounced; although, his hips dips were so cute! and littered with bite marks from you. He's in enough health to fight or run if need be, but he's pale, probably anemic, and thin. But so so, sensitive. You'd ghost your fingers over his nipples, watching him tremble over something so simple before shoving two of your fingers inside of him.

The delicious image of his body curling into itself, slender thighs jolting when your finger ghosts along his prostate. His hips stutter, rising in the air out of pleasure.

He hates how turned on he is, how he enjoys feeling so small compared to you. Especially when your large hands grab onto the flesh of his thighs, pushing them backwards easily as the tip of your cock slides in his prepped hole. You could snap him in half with little effort if he weren't so dangerous to tussle with. You press a kiss to the side of his boney knees as gets filled to the brim with you. Uncharacteristic tears swell in his eyes at the sight of the bulge you're making. How it disappears when you retract your hips, how it reappears when you snap your hips into his, effectively knocking out any sound thought he had in his mind.

"Come on, pretty boy," you coo, "Don't leave me just 'cause you realized how small you are." His hazy eyes don't miss the taunting expression you wear. His back arches deliciously at your harsh thrusts.

It's all over for "the genius of your time."

FYODOR FYODOR FYODOR ; ranpo ; Dazai ; AKUTAGAWA ; SATORU GOJO ; suguru ; zhongli ; neuvillette ; anyone you can think of <3

SUBCRIBERS : @pynkkgeto @crysatoru @lovers-rockz @vhalenn @icaruien @pulpbeing @flimsyichigo @whiteholesun @ezranotbridger @banquetlord @ambro-main @astroknottt | a/n: edited the form cuz i finally finished s5 of bsd and know who the doa are. so fyodor n fuchiki r on there now.

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fanon-canon-idfk · 1 year

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HIII SO LIKE, IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR BLOG??? IF YOU WRITE HEADCANONS can you pls feed the population with the doa trio (Sigma, fedya and beloved clown man kolya), separately, with a male reader that is kinda ripped, super strong and looks kind of scary BUT IS SUPER SHY?? HAVE A NICE DAYYYY

YES

DOA Trio x Male Reader

Headcanons

Fyodor Dostoevsky

First thing he thought when he saw you is how to make you useful

He had already planned out exactly the type of heavy lifting and brutal work he’d have you do for him

But shortly after getting you into the DOA, he discovered that soft, shy, adorable side of you

He observed you greatly after this

He told himself it was to know your weaknesses

But dear lord this man had not a clue just what he really wanted

He always sat next to you at meetings

Commonly placed a graceful hand onto your chest whenever he spoke to you

He was unknowingly desperate for any contact with you, he was addicted to you

To your rough exterior of course as an initial attraction

But he was far more interested in your tender soft personality

And he planned to explore every aspect fully

Nikolai Gogol

Oh he was all over you from the start

He always made a point to comment on everything he discovered about you as if he needed to hear it aloud himself

And when he quickly learned about your shy behavior, he was no different

He adored you and your constantly contradicting self

How you looked so intimidating and fed up

Yet when you spoke with him it was a gentle, hesitant tap to the shoulder and a patient face as you listened to him thoroughly

Oh he just wanted to eat you up

He couldn’t help but gush about you at any opportunity

While he’s far more interested in your personality

He also take his time to admire your physique as well

He can’t help but imagine just what you’re capable of

Oh but you’ll always be his timid little bird

Sigma

Honestly he was intimidated at first

He was sure he’d keep his distance from you and only be near you when necessary

But you surprised him one day when you struck a conversation with him 1 on 1

You seemed so scary and tough

Yet every ideal he had of you being such a thing simply melted away at your gentle tone and anxious eye contact which you struggled to hold

You surprised him easily

And after that he just wanted you around more

You visited him at the casino commonly

Customers began believing you were his bodyguard because you were always walking right behind him yet extremely close

He wouldn’t say it aloud but he feels so safe and secure with you behind him

This led to him unconsciously beginning to lean back on you when you two spoke

He could feel himself yearning to just be held in your strong arms but at the same time not wanting to scare your timid self away

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zzprompto · 8 months

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Hello, Hello!!

You said your requests are open, yes? Well, im here to submit one if it's not a burden <33

Can I request Fyodor Dostoevsky x Male reader who is a religious cult leader? (You can choose it's it's yandere, platonic, romantic, etc)

For example, the reader is a priest but is super nice, a little too nice-- Fyodor happens to run across him during in what the start of season four would be(when the ADA didn't listen to Ranpo's starting point) and deemed m/n as just: "a feeble priest" who invited him to church, however, when Fyodor decides to go to the church out of curiosity he finds out m/n is insane for whatever god he worships, instead of his soft and caring personality he had when he first met Fyodor; he now has a more crazed and insane one, "reaching the holy words" and screaming obscenities to the rest of the church members in the pews?

And possibly for an interesting touch(only for the drama because im quite obsessed with dramatic stories where characters get surprised when m/n does something), the reader usually keeps their eyes closed, eventually leading people into thinking that he is blind, only for him to open his eyes when he's doing cultist meetings?

I know this is such a strange ask 😭😭 and if it makes you uncomfortable I understand 100%, this is actually a storyline for one of my ocs, and I thought it would be neat to see this sort of storyline in your style and as a fanfic!!

(P.S I HAVE READ SOME OF YOUR WRITING AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH 😭❤️❤️ I don't request often either so I wanted you to know this is how much I appreciate your writing style)

thanks for requesting!

☆ the wolf in sheep's clothing

fyodor dostoevsky x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above!

the lowercase is intentional !

you were going about your day, on your way to your work as a priest before bumping into a man. this man was no ordinary man, it was fyodor dostoevsky, a member of the decay of angels. but you didn't know that yet, and neither did he know about your secret profession.

"i'm so, so sorry!" you stutter out with a bow, keeping a nice, caring persona on to lure fyodor in. your eyes are closed, so you can't make out what the man infront of you looks like, but you take a quick peak at him before closing your eyes again. "it's alright," he smirked. "don't worry about it." his accent was thick and heavy. you were now more curious about him. you were definitely going to try and lure him into your cult.

"my name's [name]. i am truly sorry for bumping into you.." your eyes are closed and fyodor can now understand why you bumped into him. you were probably blind, so he felt a little sympathetic towards your case, which was a surprise from him. "it's okay, don't worry about it truly. i'm fyodor." he smiled, even though you wouldn't be able to see.

you bowed at him again, still muttering a string of apologies before he takes your shoulder in his hand. "please stop apologising, i've already forgiven you." the contact made you shiver, but in a good way. you looked up at him again. "okay, okay. sorry. would you like to come over to come over to my church? i was just on the way now before bumping into you. it'll be my way of showing gratitude and forgiveness." you smile, but there's a hint of evil about your smile that fyodor doesn't seem to catch on to.

"oh, well i don't see why not." fyodor smiled in response. "if you're insisting, i'll come along. i guess it is really the only way you could repay me." the black haired man continued smiling. fyodor was geniunely curious about your church. what god did you worship? etc, etc. those questions were running through his mind. he also liked how sweet you were, it was like he could take advantage of you if he'd like to later. but he was wrong, of course. you didn't show him how you truly were. a cruel, evil cult leader. you simply acted all sweet to lure more people into your trap.

the two of you then arrived at the church. it was lively as people were waiting for the next session to take place and they were waiting for [name] to lead it. you had a smirk on your face as you faced fyodor again. "you just sit where you like and have a little listen to my ceremony, okay?" you smile sweetly at him, but your intentions are far from sweet.

the atmosphere of the church was also quite sinister.. but fyodor couldn't tell what was off about the whole place just yet. he decided to go along with whatever you had planned. he sat down in a seat near the back and waited for you to start.

you walk to the altar and get your things ready to prepare your next speech for your followers. you enjoy the feeling that you have a new guest today - fyodor. maybe you'd convince him to join your 'true' religion in the end and get him to praise your 'true' god.

"greetings, guests!" you call out, finally opening your eyes to scan the eyes of the audience. fyodor was a little startled at first. he didn't think you could see.. but maybe that was just a slight misjudgment on his behalf, so he tried to brush it off and not seem ignorant.

everyone was already shouting praises at you, even though you had only said two words. everyone sitting in the rows at the church were all familiar faces that you knew. you took your time usually to greet each individual once you entered the church, but today was different. you were running late due to fyodor, so you'd leave all the friendliness with your followers to later.

"i assume everyone knows why we're gathered here today?" you ask and people in the crowd yell back a string of 'yes'es or just screams. "oh but of course, there is someone new here today!" an evil grin grows on your face as you turn to look at fyodor. "I hope everyone will be nice to our hopefully new follower!" your grin then turns into a sweet smile, hints of evil still around it. your voice was sickeningly sweet as well, starting to creep fyodor of all people out a little bit too.

"today we are gathered yet again to praise the true god!" you yell out, your voice starting to grow more and more menacing as you praised this false god. "not the ones those so called real worshipers follow.. our god!" everyone started cheering your name, they seemed to be just as brainwashed, or even worse than you.

fyodor was starting to get a little creeped out. he wanted to leave, and fast. he didn't intend on meeting a cult leader in the first place. he just thought he had bumped into a sweet, innocent and blind man. but oh how he was so wrong.

your words started to linger in fyodor's mind. everything you said about this god stuck out to him. some of his curiosity was peaked, maybe it was because of you - not the person you decided to worship. something about you seemed so interesting, fyodor forgot his intentions on leaving now. he wanted to stay and listen to your voice forever.

maybe it was your voice, the way you spoke about this idol you worshipped. or maybe it was how captivating you were, the way you faked your sweet charm just to lure him in. whatever it was, fyodor was definitely interested. he was definitely going to be coming back for more talks.. mostly because he wanted to be by your side though.

once the 'prayer' meeting was over and you had said goodbye to each of your guests, you decide to go back to fyodor and have a chat with him. he had a surprised look on his face the entire time you spoke and you were certainly amused by that. "well hello, fyodor." you spoke, a smirk on your face. it the exact one you had playing on your face when fyodor first came into the church. "i see you enjoyed your time here, yes?" you asked, leaning close to him. he immediately nodded, captivated by your alluring voice.

"yes, i did enjoy it. for more reasons than you may think, however." fyodor laughed lightly, looking at you. "it is safe to say, i will be returning.. only if i am not busy with my own plans you see." he smiled at you, slightly returning the smirk you had on your lips. "of course, of course! you are welcome to join us anytime. i will be delighted." you chuckled back, pleased to hear that the ravenette will be returning.

fyodor had practically forgotten who you were - a cult leader that just spewed obscenities to his followers. he had completely zoned out.. but he wasn't that innocent of a man either, so he couldn't blame you. fyodor was truly fascinated about your act, maybe he could learn a thing or two from the wolf in sheep's clothing...

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☆ author's note: i don't know shit about religion or anything about church / priests, so i hope this was good... but seriously thanks for requesting and saying you love my work! i try my best. keep requests coming!! they may be a little slow due to school but i'll try get them out asap.

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mermaidfanficlibrary · 7 months

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Hello, Hello!!

I hope my request isn't much of a burden-- however, I was wondering if you could do a one-shot with the decay of angels(Fyodor, Nikolai, and Sigma) with a male reader who has white wings?

Quick rundown for the idea;

The reader is the leader of a different organization called the Aviators; the Reader doesn't exactly have an ability but they do have wings-- the reader and their group side with the Armed Detective Agency because reader is heavily in love with bringing people to Justice, like the Decay Of Angels; however, something goes wrong and the reader gets captured while the three DOA members figure out what to do with them.

You can choose if it's more yandere-like or violent, I don't mind, really!! I usually write requests longer but I'm in a rush <\\3

These wings bind me | Bungou Stray Dogs x Male Reader

Characters: Nikolai Gogol, Fyodor, Sigma

Summary: Those wings you had didn't even grant you freedom

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Gore, Obsessive behavior, manipulation, death, kidnapping

Taglist: @nightshade-clown

A/n: This is very Nikolai heavy because I am biased. Also, sorry, the wings aren't mentioned as much

Y/n was a big name in Yokohama, well, a moderately big name. He was a well-known justice bringer with his group called the Aviators. It was a group of people who thought everyone deserved freedom and the choice on where their wings take them. Some of them were like Y/n, with giant wings granting them flight through the sky.

But some had abilities that helped with bringing justice into the world. Y/n heavily believed in bringing justice to everything that tried to inflict on it. The Aviators seemed to be of decent popularity that even the ADA sought them out as an extra branch. The two organizations were seen as partner groups, essentially.

Y/n still did whatever he really wanted under his association, but he would give the ADA extra people when they needed them. The same went with the ADA sending the Aviators people when they required them. It was quite the relationship between the organizations. No one really expected it, since Y/n was more about vigilante work and the ADA worked with the government in a way.

But here is the leader of the Aviators, analyzing a case with some of ADA's best detectives. Dazai, Kunikida, Autsushi and Y/n were all lurking around the crime scene, looking for any form of evidence to link anyone or anything to the scene. Y/n was with Atsushi, as not wanting to deal with Dazai's shenanigans or Kunikida's harsh comments. Atsushi and Y/n were decent acquaintances and worked well with each other.

The two made basic small talk as they searched the crime scene and conversed with passerbys to see if any of them were a reliable witness. Atsushi left Y/n on his own to look for something, though Y/n didn’t know what. He was on his own, just standing out in the open, it seemed pretty safe with the amount of people around. However, there was something off, and Y/n felt it.

Something in him made his white iridescent wings fluff out in anxiety. None of Y/n’s associates were near bye, and that worried Y/n. No one was there to protect him if something bad were to happen, well, something incredibly bad. Y/n could fend for himself, he knew basic martial arts, but against ability users all he could really do was fly to avoid as many hits as he can until back up comes.

Y/n wasn’t completely helpless, but he preferred being with someone who could save him if he were in trouble. Y/n didn’t only feel just one pair of eyes on him, but multiple. They were watching him, marking his move and every twitch he made. But Y/n didn’t know who was watching him.

Just as the paranoia subsided, Y/n was swept away from where he was standing. The kidnapper knocked him out, and everything else was blurry in his head. Atsushi came back only to find where Y/n stood was blank. He wasn’t the only one who was worried, however.

Atsushi went to his two fellow co-workers and told them what had happened, both seemingly hid their panic on the inside. Those other pairs of eyes that kept a close watch on Y/n left, to find their dearly beloved Angel. The crime scene was left barren by both the ADA and the Decay of Angels. Both were on the hunt to get Y/n back.

Sigma, Nikolai, and Fyodor looked everywhere in Yokohama, all the places they knew Y/n might have been taken. But there was no luck, not until a few days later. It was late at night, and the three DOA members followed some of what passing witnesses said they heard or saw a couple of days before. There was a tiny sliver of hope in all three men.

Nikolai was the first to step into the abandoned shed that rested near a busy roadway. It was covered in foliage and trees, keeping the whole building a secret, or so it seemed. Nikolai, however, paid no mind to any of that, only focused on finding his Angel. Fyodor and Sigma only followed Nikolai, keeping the white haired man at a distance.

The two didn’t trust anything about this place. They were prepared for any form of attack from anyone. Nikolai wondered in, carefree, not caring about anything else other than his Angel. The three stopped in their tracks as they heard metal bars swishing around.

Nikolai ran in deeper into the building, stopping to marvel at the sight of a beautiful golden cage. What quickly knocked him out of the trance was the iridescent, feathered wings of his Angel. Nikolai felt angry that someone would do this to his Angel, no one should cage his dearly love up like this. He jumped up against boxes that were stacked to reach the cage.

Y/n was startled by the sudden stop of the cage he was trying to escape from. He looked outside the bar with teary, enraged eyes. He was met with piercing blue gray eyes that streamed raw anger, yet there was love that trickled lightly. Y/n was left so confused as he just stared deep into the eyes that looked back.

Y/n didn’t notice two others walking into the room that held him in the golden cage. The metal shined slightly with the whisps of moonlight beaming through the cracks of the wooden roof. Sigma glanced up to see Nikolai gazing at Y/n, holding the cage still. Something wasn’t right about the whole situation.

Fyodor felt the same as Sigma as the two shared a knowing look of imminent danger. They stood back to back, covering each other's blind spots. Nikolai used his ability to bring himself into the cage. Y/n was taken aback by what this man did, why bring himself into the cage?

Nikolai crouched down to meet Y/n’s face, a sickly smile graced his face. It unsettled the winged boy, he tried to move out of range, but he was stuck to the floor of the cage. He felt the touch of Nikolai, and it increased the anxiety that floating in him. He brought Y/n into a warm embrace, his smile not ceasing from his lips.

Nikolai gave the other two men a knowing look, and they nodded in agreement. The kidnapper seemed to notice the three and came out of the shadows. Their eyes gleamed with insanity, their laughing was incoherent to the three men and Y/n. Y/n’s fear was practically spilling out of his body, and Nikolai noticed.

“Don’t worry, my dear Angel, we’ll set you free!”

Y/n felt disgusted by that nickname, coming from a stranger. There was so much going on, he didn’t know what to make out of anything. Nikolai covered Y/n’s ears and brought him even closer to him. He silently whispered to him.

“No need to be scared, my Angel. Everything will be okay. You’re safe now! Sigma and Dotsoy have it all covered!”

Just behind Y/n, Sigma and Fyodor were fighting the kidnapper. Their anger was shown in their attacks, and it was scaring the kidnapper. The hood fell off, and it showed the face of the persecutor. Y/n glanced behind his back slightly and gasped as he saw the face of his kidnapper.

“How did you find this place?! I was sure I kept everything out of the public eye!”

Sigma’s face stayed flat, but his emotions were clear to both the kidnapper and Fyodor. Nikolai was too busy with Y/n and comforting him to even notice. Fyodor managed to immobilize the assailant, pinning him to the ground. Sigma walked closer, as he bent down.

“It’s easy for us to find what we want. Now you will pay for stealing from us.”

Sigma looked at Fyodor with an approving look. Y/n and Nikolai were watching from the cage, Nikolai waiting for a change to get Y/n out of said cage. He gripped Y/n harder, to a point it hurt, but he didn’t want to let the h/c haired boy go. Blood splattered everywhere, as Fyodor used his ability to get rid of this pest.

Y/n wasn’t shocked about the death and red soaking everything around him, but it amazed him how easily someone would end other's life. He has killed others before, but only because they were hurting and taking other’s freedom. Nikolai scooped Y/n into his slender arms, hopping out of the cage, unknown to Y/n how he did, but Y/n couldn’t get out of his grip. Y/n was then surrounded by Sigma and Fyodor.

Y/n tried to stand, but his legs were still asleep and he collapsed. Sigma caught him, being careful of his white wings. As Sigma stroked Y/n’s h/c hair, loving how it felt against his fingers. Fyodor was busy taking care of the dead body, and Nikolai was gently touching Y/n’s wings.

Y/n looked up at Sigma, with watery eyes glistening the little moonlight that let itself into the cracks. His lips quivered a bit, fear still settling in his heart after a traumatic event. Sigma brought one of his hands to cup Y/n’s cheek, wiping away tears that threatened to fall. Y/n’s voice was sweet and soft to the three men that surrounded him, they all slightly blushed, feeling honored to hear it.

“Why did you come and save me?”

Fyodor came back, gently walking to the side of Y/n. Y/n’s e/c eyes looked at Fyodor, he stopped slightly. Oddly enough, those e/c eyes froze Fyodor right in his place. He sighed, trying to keep Y/n’s eyes on him.

“Why wouldn’t we? We adore you, my dear.”

Y/n was so confused and look to all three men. He didn’t know who any of these people were and why they were here. The silence filled the building, making Y/n even more uneasy. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen to him.

Y/n looked back to Sigma, hoping he could bring himself to ask the most important question. For some reason, Y/n already knew the answer based on the grip Sigma had on him. The more Y/n slightly struggled to get out, the harsher Sigma’s grip became. The hope Y/n had was slowly diminishing.

“Can I go home now?”

The quiver in his voice was noticeable. Nikolai slightly hugged Y/n’s back as a big grin once again found its way to his face. He was noticeably giggling, seemingly finding the question Y/n asked funny. He brought a hand to pat the winged boy’s head.

“Oh, my dear Angel! Of course not! How else are we supposed to keep you safe if you go home? We can’t watch you every day now, can we?”

Y/n’s eyes widened, more questions and confusion were swirling in his head. Before Y/n could speak again, he was knocked out once again, but this time no one would come to save him. Fyodor carried the winged boy out of the building, leaving NIkolai and Sigma to walk behind him.

Y/n woke up in a dark room, nothing but a bed, a desk, and a bathroom as all that filled the room. The bit of light came from a small lamp on the desk. Y/n panicked and ran to the door, trying to open it, but to no avail. His wings fluffed out in panic, feathers falling due to the amount of stress Y/n was under.

Y/n fell to the ground, trying to hold in sobs. He was so busy with trying to not make a lot of noise, he didn’t notice the three people that came into the room. Y/n froze, feeling arms snake around his body. He frantically looked around and recognized the people as the ones who saved him.

Sigma looked down to Y/n, seeing the fear in his eyes. It did something to him, he cupped Y/n’s face and brought his lips to Y/n’s. Y/n’s e/c eyes widened with fear, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to push Sigma away. Fyodor and Nikolai kissed Y/n’s cheeks softly, trying to calm the boy down.

Sigma spoke up, his voice was warm and loving.

"No need to worry anymore my doll, you are safe now. No one will take you from us. Never again."

Y/n choked back sobs. He didn't understand what went wrong. He remembered being with Atsushi, and somehow it came to him being caged once more.

What irony this was, wanting to bring freedom to others and not having any of his own.

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httpskuzuu · 10 months

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Feel better

Yandere!Fyodor x Male!Reader

I am spanish and I have no idea of english, possibly there are mistakes in the translation, google's fault :p

oc Fyodor¿ maybee

tw: kidnapping, yandere, explicit self-harm, blood, panic attack, stockholm syndrome, fyodor is a general tw

He huddled inside the empty tub and bit his lip nervously. He had made a complete mess, his arms and thighs were full of fresh cuts, blood trickling down them until it stained the white floor of the tub and his shirt. His hand shook with anticipation and he made another cut, and another, and another, and another, until there was no more room to cut, and still he kept cutting, cuts on top of cuts, those hurt a lot more, and he enjoyed it.

"What are you doing?"

He almost felt like he was running out of oxygen when he heard Fyodor's voice. He stopped his movements immediately, but didn't dare look at the man, didn't dare move anymore.

Instantly he regretted cutting himself when he knew Fyodor was in the house. He was so focused on the pain that he didn't even pay attention to the sound the Russian's footsteps made.

Fyodor kept a serene expression on his face, he didn't seem surprised by the scene, far from it. He walked over to the bathtub where the bleeding boy lay and took a good look at him. "You're self-injuring yourself." The Russian pointed out as he brought his fingers to his mouth. He seemed to be thinking. "Why?"

"I'm sorry." Whispered the young man. That was all he had been saying these days, sorry and please had become more than common words to him by now. He felt those words made him look small and vulnerable, which was just what he supposed Fyodor wanted from him.

"Answer me correctly." He stared at the boy in the tub, studying his demeanor.

Soon Fyodor sits on the edge of the tub, and I bring his hand to the boy's cold cheek. That makes the boy's whole body shudder violently and his breaths begin to come faster and faster. Fyodor's touch hurt, even though it wasn't even hurting him.

"I won't do it again, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The boy almost immersed himself completely in his world, concentrating solely on the pain and avoiding the terrorist's threatening presence. His mind stayed inside the tub, curled up and deafening the outside, to the point where his own voice sounded distant, or at least he tried to, but Fyodor's touch kept him in the real world more than he would wish.

"Блин" Fyodor muttered under his own breath, but that was enough to make the boy in the tub shiver endlessly. "What's the matter, моя любовь?"

"I don't know…" He knew, he knew perfectly, to the point that every night he memorized a speech talking about everything that drove him to self-harm, but for some reason now those prepared words didn't want to come out, getting stuck in the back of his throat.

Helpless sobs escaped the boy's lips, burying his head between his shoulders. He didn't know how it was he felt now, embarrassed perhaps, dramatic no doubt.

"Look at me."

He didn't know if it was because the situation was getting the better of him or because of the stern tone implanted in Fyodor's voice, but his breaths started to become shallow, not really getting almost any air into his lungs. His head wasn't working well either, with too many thoughts at once and unable to be expressed. The boy shook his head quickly. "Please, please no, I can't."

Fyodor was quiet for a few moments, watching the young man's behavior carefully. Normally, he would have no problem with this situation, he would get the boy to talk in any way possible, but something didn't feel right.

"You don't look well, how can I help you?" The words sounded almost unearthly in the boy's ear, slow, careful and soft, it didn't sound like Fyodor did.

"Don't touch me." The boy's stomach did a complete flip, he was beginning to regret his chosen tone and words, too harsh and firm. Fyodor withdrew his hand, keeping it in his lap next to his other hand.

"… Tell me what to do."

"I don't know." Panic settled uncomfortably in his lungs, making it difficult for him to breathe and speak. The pain mixed with the panic made her head seem about to explode at any moment. "I don't know, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Breathe, милый." Her gaze is riveted on the trembling young man. He was seeing how, for the first time, things were getting out of hand. He wasn't used to this, to taking care of someone, it felt really strange to him. "Talk to me." Fyodor's voice felt human, enough to convince the boy to listen to him.

"I'm scared, I'm really scared." The boy started to babble. He could try to make Fyodor understand, he could try, but because of his panicked state it was really difficult. "I'm sorry, forgive me, I'm sorry."

The boy finally moves minimally, raising his wounded arms to try to wipe away his tears, staining his cheeks a bit in the process.

"I won't do it again, please, I don't want you to hurt me."

He begins to feel a little more relief, a little more control in his breathing, no longer choking back tears as soon as he notices Fyodor's gaze, a pitying and dare I even say concerned one for him.

"Sorry for the mess." Fyodor laughs, a quiet, low chuckle, soft enough to try and relax the boy.

"It's all right. Come here." Fyodor offered his hand toward the young man. "Trust me for now, okay?"

The boy hesitated for a few moments until he accepted the Russian's hand. With Fyodor's help, he managed to get up without falling, his legs trembling and his cuts burning at his movements.

Fyodor directed him to his own room and made him sit on the bed. The boy sat down as comfortably as possible, but trying not to stain the sheets with his blood.

Fyodor disappeared for a few moments from the room, leaving the boy to think about what had happened. His body felt exhausted, but much more relaxed than before, he also felt ridiculous, without a compelling reason to have hurt himself, and on top of that ending up in panic in front of Fyodor, he felt foolish.

The terrorist returned with a first aid kit. The boy was in the same position Fyodor left him in, not having dared to move a muscle in his absence.

"This is going to hurt, but it needed you to hold still, understood?" The boy nodded his head.

Fyodor positioned himself in front of him and brought his gloved hands to his legs, spread them a little apart and lifted one of them slightly to begin healing it. The boy bit his lip and kept as still as possible so as not to disturb Fyodor. And so it went on for a while until he had all his cuts disinfected and carefully bandaged.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry, I've been very dramatic…"

"It's okay, малышка. You weren't dramatic." His voice is calm and gentle, and the bandaged boy feels loved. That Fyodor was suddenly treating him so well was not something he was used to.

Fyodor turned away from the boy and walked to the bedroom closet, from there he pulled out a black t-shirt and offered it to the young man. "Thank you." Mumbled the boy as he got rid of his blood stained shirt. He really didn't mind changing in front of Fyodor, he had done it a few more times. The shirt was slightly bigger than the boy, fitting him somewhat loosely.

"Why do you self-injure?" Fyodor's question was direct and came suddenly, his voice again more serious than before, and that inevitably startled the boy. The question just didn't feel right to him, something wasn't right there.

"I don't know, I-" His nails dug into his thigh, feeling pain made him keep his feet on the ground. He knew the reason, or at least he thought he did, but he couldn't get it out, being deeply stuck in his throat.

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, малышка." Fyodor's hand went straight to the boy's, causing him to flinch noticeably and stop hurting himself. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

The young man thought about it for a few seconds, a fuzzy idea in his mind. "Lie down with me… Please." He didn't mean that, he really didn't mean that, but it came out almost automatically.

Fyodor looked somewhat surprised by the request, but nodded his head. Carefully he lay down on the bed, next to the boy who mimicked his steps and took the opportunity to snuggle against Fyodor.

"Thank you, thank you" He dropped his head against Fyodor's chest, he almost felt no fear, almost. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and ran a hand down the boy's back. "Will you be here when I wake up?"

"Of course, darling."

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yandere-romanticaa · 9 days

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Recently, the surge of AI has caught everyone's attention and I've been working on this little experiment.

Down below the cut are two fics and this is how I planned it - one was made up by using AI (more specifically, Chat Gpt) while the other one was written by yours truly. Below both fics will be a poll and I would like for you, my dear readers, to guess which one was AI. Personally, I don't think it'll be a difficult challenge but seeing your reactions and comments on this should prove to be an interesting endeavor.

This was posted on April 17th. And, in 7 days, I shall reveal which fic was written by me, and which one was done by AI.

Now then, let's get on with the show.

🥀 Story One.

In the dimly lit alleyways of Yokohama, Fyodor Dostoevsky stalks his obsession, (y/n), with unwavering determination. His fixation transcends reason, driving him to extreme lengths to possess (y/n)'s affection.

Fyodor's obsession with (y/n) began innocently enough, a mere curiosity sparked by their untapped potential and innocence. But as time passed, that curiosity twisted into an all-consuming desire, festering within Fyodor's mind like a venomous serpent.

Each night, Fyodor would follow (y/n) from a distance, his heart pounding with anticipation and longing. He would watch as (y/n) laughed with their friends, oblivious to the dark presence lurking in the shadows.

But Fyodor's love was not the gentle, nurturing kind. It was possessive, suffocating, and dangerously obsessive. He couldn't bear the thought of (y/n) belonging to anyone but him, couldn't stand the idea of anyone else basking in the warmth of (y/n)'s smile.

As his obsession deepened, Fyodor's mind became consumed with dark fantasies of possessing (y/n) completely. He would spend hours meticulously planning every detail of their future together, envisioning a life where they were inseparable.

But fantasies were not enough for Fyodor. He needed to make them a reality, no matter the cost. And so, he began to weave a web of deception and manipulation, carefully orchestrating events to bring (y/n) closer to him and drive away anyone who dared to stand in their way.

But as Fyodor's plans grew more elaborate, so too did the danger. (y/n)'s friends grew suspicious of Fyodor's intentions, sensing something sinister lurking beneath his charming facade. And as they delved deeper into Fyodor's past, they uncovered secrets that threatened to unravel his carefully constructed world.

But Fyodor was not about to let anyone come between him and his beloved. He would do whatever it took to protect their love, even if it meant resorting to violence.

🥀 Story Two.

Shimmering waves of starlight engulfed the man in white as he monitored his target from a safe distance, hollow purple eyes gleaming with excitement. He could feel his long fingers twitching with anticipation in his warm pockets, a stark contrast to the chilly wind on this fine spring evening.

He needed to be patient. Because patience was indeed, a virtue.

And Fyodor was a virtuous man. Perhaps not a good one, but he would gladly take the title of virtue.

Would you bestow upon him such a title? Would you do so, if you ever found out that he had taken such a keen interest in you? The rational part in his mind said no, of course not. Unlike him, you were blessed with normalcy. There was nothing extraordinary about you - no ability, no wealth, no status.

Nothing.

You could have been squished like a bug beneath his heel and the world would just keep on going as it always would. Sure, there would be some individuals who would miss you dearly but even they would move on at some point.

Such was the nature of humanity. How cruel, he thought to himself.

Fortunately for you, Fyodor was no ordinary man. Despite his predicament, he had grown fond of you. He was not sure why but after a while, he stopped asking such trifling questions as to why he troubled himself by giving you so much attention.

It was pointless to make sense of the senseless.

Right here, right now, all he wanted was to enjoy this quiet evening by his lonesome, as he tailed behind you like a creeping shadow. He would reveal himself to you properly when the time was right, when he felt you were strong enough to take him.

Fyodor just needed to wait a little bit longer, just long enough to see how he should proceed with you in case things went south.

In the meantime, he would gladly spend every waking moment simply watching you for his own personal pleasure.

🥀 TAGS: @yanroma, @oneoftheprettynerds, @misdollface, @sxy0ung, @rosemary108233, @c4xcocoa, @gettinshiggywithit, @ophticcus, @lakxcpsta, @ranposgirlboss, @robinaxolotl, @acornwinter, @enoojnij, @ishqani, @osachiyo, @bluepeanutharmony, @kaithegremlin, @fyodorscockslut, @wcayaw, @luna-mariko-akatsuki, @lovelyyz, @queenofspades403

APRIL 24TH - Story One is AI.

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sleep-0-deprived · 5 months

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Because I’m pretty when I cry

Men that worship your body like it’s a temple and praise every little thing you do like it’s the best in the world.

Men that are infatuated with your scent touch and your taste to the point it’s all they think about.

Men that love seeing you all dressed up just to make you ruin your clothes from the endless orgasms.

Men that crave to be close to you and are very touch starved and get clingy without knowing it.

Men that take you out on dates to show you off to the world and love it when you get close to them

Men that buy you things because in their eyes “you deserve it”

Men that only like to have deep intimate sex with you because it’s the most meaningful.

Men that make out with you while they palm the growing bulge in your pants and grind you down on their dick.

Men that love leaving hickys and bite marks on your thighs and neck to show you are theirs.

— Nuevillette, Zhongli, Itachi, Kakashi, Giyuu

Gyomei, Obanai, Sanji, Dazai, Fyodor, Mihawk, Ayato, Itto

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ruified · 4 months

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ೃ₊• BSD Boyfriend HCs ❞

•➯; WARNINGS: alcohol (chuuya)

•➯; CHARACTERS: Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Fyodor Dostoevsky + Nikolai Gogol

•➯; SYNOPSIS: headcanons about being their partner

•➯; A/N: i will make another part if i come up with ideas for other characters

• • • 📂 ◠◠◠◠◠◠◠◠◠❀ ┈┈┈

CHUUYA —

— he opens a bottle from his collection for your anniversary because that’s how important you are to him

— he’ll let you ride his motorcycle with him (a sign of trust) but he always helps you put on your gear first

— he does a little helmet bump (where your forehead would be) with you after it’s secured

— loves going to nice and fancy restaurants with you, typically likes to get a table that’s by a window or in a corner, somewhere a bit more private

— sometimes he complains to you about his subordinates doing dumb stuff, but you know that he cares about them regardless

— after long days, he’ll come home and just bury his face in you for a while

— when he’s had a rough day, he likes to eat in with you, something easy, and watch an old movie

— he calls the characters in the movie out on their stupidity, it’s cute how frustrated he gets with them sometimes

— he’s not the biggest fan of his birthday, but he likes to see how happy you get about it

— a lot of compliments + words of affirmation

— he likes to go shopping with you, especially clothes shopping, he loves seeing you all dressed up

— his favorite thing about you would have to be your smile

— he loves when you play with his hair, he loves the pressure of your fingers on his scalp and the little scratches

DAZAI —

— café dates, y’know, if he actually has the means to pay for it

— you’ll be cooking a lot for him, but the warmth in his expression makes it worth it, plus all the little kisses he gives you to distract you from cooking and washing the dishes

— his love language is physical touch so long as he initiates it, he’s not used to others initiating it, but he’s trying to get used to it

— after you two have grown close enough, he’ll take you to bar lupin

— refuses to get out of bed in the morning, he will hold you down and beg for just five more minutes

— he loves showing you little trinkets and things he just finds and picks up

— the type of guy to share “fun facts”, sometimes they’re incredibly morbid but he’s so enthusiastic about it

— his favorite thing about you is your laugh, especially when it’s because of him

— little, subtle touches when you’re in public: tucking your hair behind your ear, holding pinkies, holding hands under the table, pressing his thigh against yours, etc.

— he absolutely adores head pats, sometimes he’ll stop you from pulling away your hand to just have it rest atop his head

— sometimes he changes the words to songs to make them about you and sings them while walking around the apartment with you

— he loves laying on the couch and having you lay on top of him like a weighted blanket, pressure = comfort

FYODOR —

— this man essentially courted you, he doesn’t care if you already liked him, he’ll just make you fall more because he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do this properly

— he doesn’t want to rush anything so he takes his time with you, but he certainly makes it worth it

— he loves getting you gifts, but he’s not the type to give them in person, he leaves them in obvious places for you to find

— he’s great at being romantic, he gives the loveliest compliments and calls you sweet things like “love”, “darling”, “dear(est)”, “precious”, etc.

— he loves to have tea parties with you when he’s free

— he often goes to bed later than you, so he climbs in silently and immediately knows to hold you

— he genuinely appreciates it when you stop him from biting his fingers, especially when you hold his hand and/or give them kisses

— he loves having you sit with him while he practices the cello

— his hands are always so cold, so he loves it when you hold them, he loves feeling your warmth

— he isn’t the one who normally initiates physical affection, but he’s very accepting of it

— his favorite thing about you is your hair

— he will help you wash your hair and play with it, he’ll even take a few strands and kiss it

— he loves it when you make slavic food for him, it provides a homey feeling

— he’ll teach you some russian (if you don’t know already), especially things to call him/say to him

NIKOLAI —

— when he gives gifts, he makes them super elaborate and puts them in strange/unexpected places

— he finds it funny to tell you that there’s some sort of gift for you somewhere and then watch you try to figure it out, he always ends up giving you super obvious hints though

— he gets love aggression sometimes, he’ll come up to you and squeeze your face and say something about eating you alive (or possibly even more morbid)

— calls you “dove”

— he lets you braid his hair and do other stuff with it

— takes you on dates to the theater to go see random plays and musicals

— he loves to pick you up and spin you around, even if that means you both fall over in each others arms

— “who’s the most beautiful person in the world? correct, it’s you!”

— after the two of you get closer, he’ll start unmasking around you occasionally

— when he does unmask, he loves just laying with you and relaxing, it gives him time to recharge, he likes being taken care of too

— he loves holding your face in his hands

— he’s big on physical affection, he loves to cuddle you and squeeze you tight

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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.

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svgvru · 3 months

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𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 !

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SFW CONTENT BELOW !

(💿) -> SNIPPETS! taking care of dazai after odasaku's death — gn!reader

NSFW CONTENT BELOW !

(🖥️) -> COMMUNITY TAB! "the strongest" looking so small with a belly bulge — top, m!reader ; multi char.

MORE TO BE LOADED !

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fanon-canon-idfk · 2 years

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Wait crap i didn't read the rules yet! Let me explain it more clearly.

The genre is : Angst to Fluff.

Fyodor is inlove with Male Reader who is inlove with Sigma.

Fyodors relationship with Male Reader is kinda complicated their relationship is kinda² toxic

(Male reader knows that fyodor is in love with him but he ignores it because fyodors behavior towards him is toxic but he didn't know that fyodor is over the top tsundere)

Male reader and Sigma's relationship is love in first sight— for male reader. He saw sigma and he felt that his world stopped and completely ignored fyodors remarks about him.

Fyodor knows his crush on sigma so he separates them as possible—hell not even looking or talking with each other!

In the end when fyodor finally admitted that he loves Male reader, male reader ofc chose him for reasons..... (Smexy rat)

Numerous Chances

Fyodor Dostoevsky x Male Reader

(I need to get better at writing angst but I did my best-)

Your friendship with Dostoevsky had always been… odd.

To others you’d seem like you were following him around, but the both of you knew it was because he’d made sure you’d be with him for most of your days.

According to Fyodor, it was because he needed someone to use as an escape or a shield in the case of emergency, but you know the truth.

Fyodor Dostoevsky is in love with you.

It’s not that you don’t reciprocate, you love the man as well.

Although for such a secretive man it was easy to discover his feelings.

His lingering touches on your shoulder, the hardly recognizable tone difference, and the too-long-looks at your lips.

Along with this knowledge, you’ve also started speculating that Fyodor knows you’re aware of his crush on you.

Does he confess? Act on his feelings?

“Y/N.” Well..

“Are you listening to me?” Not quite..

Fyodor grips your face and slowly pulls you to look him in the eyes, that stern, annoyed look you’re all too familiar with adorning his face.

“What ever will it take to get rid of your incompetence, hm?” He asks rhetorically before letting go of your face, lightly pushing it away from his own in the process.

“As I was saying..” he repeated “I’d like you to meet someone, he’s become quite the importance to us lately.”

Fyodor grabs your upper arm delicately and leads you outside the room the two of you were previously in.

“Y/N, meet Sigma.” He gestures his hand out to a dual color haired young man who sat in the new room, fidgeting with his hair.

This man was sure to be some mystical being. His formal clothing, long white and purple hair, and intricate jewelry, making him seem angelic.

God, he was beautiful.

He walked over to you, a hand stretched out to shake your own, a gesture you happily reciprocated.

His hands were soft to the touch, so perfect.

Is this man even real?

You were taken out of your thoughts when he slipped his hand out of your own.

Perhaps it was just the excitement of finding such a gorgeous man, but you could’ve sworn you saw Sigma blush lightly as he smiled softly at you.

Fyodor began speaking but you were still absolutely entranced by Sigma.

So much that although you watched him leave the room, when Fyodor snapped you out of it you were confused where he’d gone.

“Well I can see you’re quite fond of him..” Fyodor stated, his tone carrying this almost hidden passive aggressiveness.

“Yes.. I must say I’m a fan.” You remarked, a small smile on your face as you reminisced on the man from just a few moments ago.

In the corner of your eye you could’ve sworn you’d seen Fyodor scowl before quickly shaking it off.

“Oh please, I’m sure you’d toss yourself to any slightly attractive man..” he scoffed, before walking out of the room alone, leaving you behind.

And this marked the beginning of such a routine.

Whenever you had free time you were going to Sigma’s casino and offering your help, which was most certainly not an excuse to gaze at and speak with him all day.

And then you’d return to Fyodor, he’d make his comments, mostly about how annoying your “infatuation with Sigma” is and ones degrading Sigma’s appearance and actions followed suit soon after.

Then it was soon Fyodor started calling for you more and more. Plans he wished for you to remember, for you to lend your protection in public, for you to get him food, etc.

There was not a free moment in your life anymore, and you were not hesitant to question him on it this morning when he’d called for you yet again at 6 AM.

Fyodor had made yet another comment as he stood over you and you decided to bite back.

“Well Dostoevsky, if I cause such foolishness in your work place then allow me to excuse myself, Sigma needs me at the Casino anyways.” You began standing from your place at his table.

Unexpectedly, you felt the strong grip of desperate arms holding on to you.

“Dostoevsky..?” You mutter, confused at his sudden action. Fyodor was never one to be touchy.

He moved in front of you swiftly before pushing you back into the chair.

“It seems you need to be corrected.” He said sternly, his hands roughly gripping your shoulders.

He moved both his knees to be placed just outside your hips, kneeling on them so he could look down at you as he hovered above you.

Just like once before, he gripped your face and pulled you to look at him, yet this time he was bolder. Closer.

“What is it he has that I don’t, Y/N? Such a minor benefit. All he’s meant for is to progress my plan.” He spoke as though each thing he said was simply fact, his nose brushing against your own as he kept endless eye contact.

“Tell me Y/N, why not love me instead? Why not be infatuated with me?” You could feel his hand lightly squeeze your face as he questioned you.

You were silent. Until you began lightly chuckling, catching Fyodor off guard.

“Oh my Dostoevsky, for someone so very intelligent you’re quite clueless you know..” you laughed before continuing.

“While you’re correct, I am quite infatuated with Sigma..” you trailed on, lifting your hand to touch his own which is still gripping your face.

“I have always been in love with you, Fyodor Dostoevsky..” you stated, his eyes widening gradually, his mouth moving as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

His hand released your face as it glided down and over to your nape.

He leaned further forward until both your lips were practically centimeters apart, his soft breaths fanning over you.

He waited for you to fill the small gap between the both of you, his currently half lidded eyes gazing into your own.

And as you connected both your lips into a soft kiss, you felt the longing in the both of you being vanquished.

Sigma may be an angel, a beautiful one at that.

But the man holding you close as he kissed you delicately was more than that..

Fyodor was Lucifer himself,

The most beautiful of devils. <3

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