#swap!nikolai

[pan-fried-autism]

Brother From The Same Childhood -- Chapter 1

Characters: Swap!Grem, Swap!Nikolai (@bowlerhatwearer) Swap!M0u5e, Swap!????????????

Summary: On what was supposed to be a fun, quiet movie night during a downpour, Grem and Nikolai encounter somebody more familiar than they think.

Pitter-patter-pitter-patter-pitter-patter.

The rain outside hit the window with their pleasant little rhythm.

Nikolai Akdow-Mewton lounged on the couch and listened, sighing contentedly.

It was a Tuesday night in March, about 9:50 pm. His child, M0u5e had decided to go to bed early. Grementine, his beloved husband and life partner, was busy getting something from their bedroom.

It was Impromptu Movie Night.

Grem's 37th birthday had been only a little over a week prior, and their friend Mothgo had given them a $50 gift card to their favourite VHS shop-- Valley Tapes. As such, Grem had spent the entire card in three trips.

Tonight, they’d be watching something that Grem had told Nikolai he would “like a whole damn lot, I promise!”

He didn’t doubt them.

They were going to put on some popcorn, too. Grementine never watches the popcorn, though— they preferred to spend the two minutes with their face snuggled against his shoulder as they purred lovingly. Secretly, he wished that Gremmy would actually watch the popcorn… but he liked cuddles more than pointing that out.

Nikolai then heard the familiar sound of small feet thumping against the floorboards, as Grem ran out of the bedroom and leaped onto the couch.

Something was hidden behind his back.

“Hi Nik!!” They chirped at him with glee.

“Hello, strawberry.” Nikolai replied, using his pet name for Grem.

The cat sat closer to him, still hiding something.

“Soooo ya know that VHS store I’m single handed keeping open?” They started.

The human rolled his eyes lovingly. “Yes, I’m aware of Valley Tapes.”

“Wellllll… I got something new for us to watch now. It’s the thing I said you’d like.”

“Oh, really? This is a big surprise to me.” He joked.

It was now Grems turn to roll his eyes as he produced the item behind his back.

It was a VHS case. On the cover was a young woman— a Jack Russell terrier, Nik thought— with a look of anguish and tragedy on her face. The dress she wore was ruffled, red, and fancy. To her right was a badger man, equally as anguished. His clothes were just as fancy (if a little plainer) and he carried a musket. In the background was a large, fancy grey brick house, surrounded by luscious green grass and trees. The flowery writing on the cover read ‘Love on Briggenbury Manor’.

Nikolai couldn’t help chuckling as he took it in.

“Grementine, what is this?” He asked, amusement coating his every word.

The cat made a huffy noise. “It’s a cult classic, Nikolai. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more.”

“Do tell.”

“It’s about tragedy and love in Victorian era England! It’s about the lovely upper class Anabellizabeth Williambury and her upper middle class boytoy Roginald Depperdander, and their relationship. But there’s hardships, Nik— HARDSHIPS! There’s a gigantic class divide between them—“ Grems hands started flapping a bit as they spoke more— “What with Anabells family being able to afford imported tea, and Roginalds family having to grow their own. Plus, the Crimean War has being going on, and Roggie has been sent to go. So while Anabel laments during the summer in the manor, she at least has three bosom chums to play with— her aunt Lady Jessica Victoria Waltenbaltenchester III who owns the manor. She has a mysteriously dead husband and a lifetime of wisdom to share. There’s also Nancy Stratforduponavon, one of the manors maids and Anabels personal servant. Her real name is Helena and her family used to be rich but everyone keeps forgetting her name. There’s also the BAD GUY… Gilbert Pettyburrow! His father, Wilbert Pettyburrow IV, owns land in ~America~, and Gilbert’s wants to kiss up on her and take her there! While that’s going on we learn that rich people have problems too. It’s great.”

Grem took several deep breaths after he finished infodumping.

Nikolai couldn't help but narrow his eyes a bit.

"... and why is this a cult classic?"

"Uh, because it's great? And also historically inaccurate?"

"It is?"

"Yeah. The Crimean War ended in March of 1856, but the movie takes place in the summer of that year."

"Grem, I love you, but I still can't see how this got a following."

"Maybe if ya watched the freaking movie, ya'd know!"

Nikolai scritched Grem's head, getting a purr from the feline.

"Alright, Grem, I believe you. Let's watch the movie."

The cat jumped up excitedly, tail swishing around.

"Great! I'll close the curtains and make the popcorn, you sit there and look handsome."

Nikolai giggled behind his hand as Grem scurried over to the window.

As they grabbed the curtains, however... they saw something outside.

Grem squinted a bit to get a look.

A figure was slowly walking down the sidewalk, slightly obscured by the heavy rain. They looked like they had something on their back.

Grem muttered confusions under his breath. Who the hell would be walking outside right now?

"Um, sweetie pie?" Grem called behind him, "There's someone outside in the rain."

From the couch, Nikolai looked towards the window with a raised eyebrow.

"Really? It's a strange time to go on a walk, let alone the rain."

"Yeah..."

Grem looked back at the window as the person got a bit closer.

The person had... spikes? Or quills, and a backpack. Probably a hedgehog or porcupine or something. The backpack had a pattern on it. It looked like... Spongebob? The soaked t-shirt they wore had a Nickelodeon logo, too. The sweatpants weren't special, though.

Plus, they seemed a bit short-- about Grem's height.

The cat hummed in concern before looking back at Nikolai.

"Nikolai, I... I think we should let em in."

Nik sat up, visibly a bit concerned.

"Grementine, are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked, "We don't know who this is at all. This may not end very well."

"But... I think that's a kid out there."

Nikolai, still looking concerned, came up to the window and took a look.

The person outside had stopped walking. They were standing and shivering, arms hugged tightly around their torso.

Nikolai made his own hum.

"... you may be right, strawberry." he admitted.

Grem and Nikolai were silent for a moment, still watching the outsider.

Finally, Grem spoke up again.

"So... should we?"

"I think that... would be best."

Grem nodded and hurried to the door, opening it and letting in the cold, wet night air.

"Hey!" he called out to the outsider.

The person looked at Grem just as they took another step.

They were a hedgehog (... and purple, for some reason). The face on them was one of fear and sogginess.

"... Hello." they called back.

The voice was a little high pitched, but it sounded like it was on the verge of deepening. In a puberty-ish way.

Ok, that IS a kid. Shit, Grem thought to themself. He shouted again.

"What are you doing out in the rain?!"

The kid looked off to the side. The fear deepened on their face.

They didn't reply for several seconds... barring a loud cough.

Grem gave the kid a look of sympathy as they shouted once more.

"Are you a runaway?"

The kids face creased with worry fast enough for Grem to know.

They looked down as they spoke again. Not a shout, but just loud enough for Grem to hear--

"... Please don't call the police."

The poor kid.

Grem looked back into his nice warm house, Nik looking at him expectantly.

He looked back at the teenager in the rain.

"Look... I'm not gonna call the police. Just-- come out of the rain for a bit. Come inside. We have blankets and no rain."

The kid looked unsure. Several thoughts seemed to race in their mind as they said nothing for a bit.

Eventually, they responded.

"... Are you sure it's okay?" they asked, uneasy, "I don't wanna be a bother."

"Don't worry 'bout it. If ya stay out here, you'll catch your death-- or worse, pneumonia!"

The kid looked down to their shoes.

Finally, they shrugged.

"... Okay."

...........................

The kid was now on their couch.

He (he had informed Grem of pronouns when asked) had a blanket draped over and wrapped around his shivering form, and a mug of hot cocoa in his hands.

Grem could see other things about the kid. His eyes had a sort of... sadness to them. His quills were pretty messy, like he hadn't brushed 'em in a while. His arms were pretty skinny, too. In fact, his clothes seemed to just hang off him.

Nikolai sat next to him with a look of concern, cup of decaf coffee in hand.

"Thanks for letting me sit for a while." the boy spoke, taking a sip of his cocoa.

"Nothin' to it," Grem replied, "EVERYONE should have shelter in this weather."

"I coulda found a bus shelter. Slept on the bench."

"No offense kid, but ya'd probably die if ya did that."

"... You have a point."

"Even if you did find a comfortable bus shelter, what would you eat?" Nikolai added.

The kid pulled up his backpack.

"Don't worry about me. I come prepared!"

He started pulling things from the bag.

Soon, on the living room table, there were several things-- half a box of crackers, a jar of peanut butter, a bag of crumbled bills and coins, a bottle of water about a quarter full, and a pocket knife.

Nothing else.

Nikolai's face turned to one of alarm.

"Did... is that all you packed?" he inquired.

The boys face turned red with embarassment. "... I could have bought food at the Dollar Tree."

Nikolai, though flabbergasted, tried to keep a steady voice as he spoke again.

"Kid... this is not a meal. This-- this isn't even a snack. As our guest, I insist on making you something warm. Even if it's just instant mac n cheese, or a frozen pizza."

The boy gave him a surprised look... surprised yet grateful.

"Mac and cheese, if that's okay."

He nodded. "But of course."

Nikolai got up, went to the kitchen, and began the preparation.

While he made the food, he periodically looked into the living room. Though all he really saw was Grem and the boy talking, he kind of noticed something... the kid seemed more comfortable talking to Grem than him.

Nikolai wasn't entirely sure why. Maybe it was because he was human? Maybe it was the visible scars?

He tried not to think about it.

In roughly 15 minutes, Nikolai returned to the living room with a bowl of Kraft Dinner for the kid, along with a fork.

He placed it on the coffee table with a flourish and a "bon appetit."

The boy thanked him, and took a bite of the macaroni... before tearing into it like a starving lion.

Nikolai couldn't help but watch the teen devour the shit out of the mac and cheese. He'd never seen someone eat mac and cheese so ferociously before. Him and Grem's friend/next door neighbour, Mothgo, made absolutely delicious mac and cheese, and not even Grem ate it that fast.

He really was starving.

Once the boy came up for air (and subsequently ate the last bite), Nikolai could only say, "... do you want seconds?"

He gave Nik a smile.

"Yes please, mister."

"I'll get it!" Grem piped up.

As the cat scurried into the kitchen, Nikolai sat next to the boy again.

"Hey," he began, "You seem quite desperate, yes? How much money did you have left in that baggie?"

The boy opened his mouth... but closed it as he reached for the sandwich baggie. He silently counted the money before answering.

"$12.55."

"That's not enough to get by, young man." he said, a grimness in his tone.

"I mean... they have a dollar menu at McDonalds, right?" the boy suggested sheepishly.

"But then what? What happens when you run out?"

"I'm almost 15, I can get a job! Probably. I can hang out in a homeless shelter and-- and get a job doing something."

Nikolai shook his head. "You'd still need a resume. You'd need contacts for the resume, too."

The boy said nothing as Grem came back with more macaroni.

Nik looked at Grementine for a second, before going over to him.

"Grem, can we talk privately?" he whispered to his husband.

"Oh, yeah sure." The cat replied, equally quiet.

While the boy in their house tore into the second bowl, Grem and Nikolai went to the kitchen where they continued whispering.

"Grem, I think this kid really did run away from something. I don't know what, but... just look at him. He seems pretty desperate. I think it would be in his best interest if-- if we could maybe let him stay for the night. Maybe tomorrow, too. We still have the air mattress, yeah? He could sleep on that. I just... I think something's wrong."

Grem gained a thoughtful look. Nikolai was pretty sure what it was about-- they both (unfortunately) knew a lot about scary situations and wanting to leave them. They shared some stories of desperation, too.

Finally, Grem took a deep breath.

"You're right, that's a good idea. Let's go tell the kid."

Both of them went back to the living room. Grem cleared his throat, making the kid turn around as macaroni fell out of his stuffed mouth.

"Kid, me and my hubby here just had a talk. We were wondering... did ya maybe want to stay the night? It's no problem for us, if you're wondering. We got an air mattress and some pillows and blankets. It's gonna be raining all night, and we'd rather see ya somewhere warm and safe."

The kid swallowed his food as a look of relief and... and safety appeared on him. Like he wasn't used to it.

"That... that would be amazing. Yeah." he breathed out.

"Good!" chirped Nikolai. He went back to sitting on the couch and picked up his coffee again, taking small sips.

Grem hopped up onto the couch on the kid's other side.

"Hey, what's your name, by the way?" they inquired. "Still not gonna call the police, by the way-- just curious."

A deep frown appeared on the kid's face as he sighed and responded.

"Quillin.

"Quillin Mewton."

#brother from the same childhood #swap au #original story #fiction #grem #dr grementine mewton #nikolai akdow #nikolai #swap!grem #swap!nikolai #nikogrem #swap!quillin #quillin mewton

[bowlerhatwearer]

🔺 swap nikolai! how do you feel about swap Grem?

Greetings Anon

~~

(1/10)

Grementine Mewton is a very admirable person and I care a lot for her. When....when she heard about those news stories...and rumors about me...instead of being afraid...she visited me.

And...as far as I know she was never afraid of me...despite of who I am.

I enjoy talking with her, she knows a lot and has many fascinating ideas, Grem is also a very good listener, listening to my ramblings, as she is looking at me with her nice eyes....speaking with me with her kind voice...having felt her soft fur when she hugged me-

(10/10)

I MEAN I uhm well...I uhm...ehm...I uhm....it.....the thing is....what I mean....I NEED TO GO NOW!

~~

Yours sincerely

Bowler

#Anonymous #Anon #Ask #Grementine Mewton #Swap!Grem #Nikolai Akdow #Swap!Nikolai #Ask Game #Invasive Ask Game

[mysticflowers]

OUTFIT SWAP!!!

#fyolai #art #bsd #nikolai gogol #bsd nikolai #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #fyodor fanart #nikolai fanart #bsd fanart #fanart #bungou stray dogs #outfit swap

[lilac-cat-draws]

Drew an outfit swap on my OC Theo with the main inspiration for his design

Ironically, they may share a similar look, but they don’t share the same personality

#This probably won't get a lot of notes #literally any oc art I make here barely reaches over 10 #bungou stray dogs #original character #outfit swap #bsd #nikolai gogol #bsd nikolai gogol #OC art

[quinceblossoms]

same conversation, different day

Zoya set the ring down. “Will you say yes?”

“He didn’t actually propose.”

“But he will.”

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

She gave a disgusted snort. “I lied. Now I have never loathed you more.”

- Ruin and Rising, Chapter 8

VS

Alina nodded. “The real question is how you’re going to outdo this gown for the royal wedding.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Zoya said. “Nikolai hasn’t asked.”

….

“But you will get married,” Genya insisted.

- Rule of Wolves, Chapter 49

Yes, they are talking about the same person here.

#cut nikolai some slack guys he “hasn’t had much luck with proposals’’ #this is actually Very funny to me Alina and Zoya full on just swapped places three years apart #very different tone of the relationships though ofc #development <3 #zoyalai #rule of wolves #ruin and rising #nikolai lanstov #zoya nazyalensky #alina starkov #genya safin #kate’s thoughts

[dreamsicle262]

sigma should join the ada this, sigma should join the ada that.

why not just flip everything around and make it worse? im talking the ada and doa swap, the pm and guild swap, while standalones (like shibusawa (although he could be an honorary detective for the doa replacing the ada because there might need to be more detectives instead of four...) or maybe even ayatsuji) keep their roles. no more ada/pm swap aus where everything else is the same. the way i see it, if you're gonna swap a few things around, then every organization should be affected, not just those two. plus, imagine how certain characters would think. their personalities and goals will be relatively the same but there will be changes too, as their organizations also head towards different goals.

i mostly started thinking about this because the idea of the doa replacing the ada is just rlly funny to me and i already have things to say about it. firstly, the name change: Ace Detective Agency. keeps the ada acronym intact, and also assures ppl that these few detectives can ace a case. it also alludes to casino motifs, which is actually how they get money in the times they don't have very many available cases; instead of a cafe, there's a casino run by sigma part-time whenever he's not doing detective work. not to mention that casinos might draw certain criminals to them, especially if they're the gambling type. enough of that though.

the agency office itself will also have somewhat of a casino aesthetic to it, as well as personal areas being decorated in such as way that it reveals the personalities of the four main members (i have erased fukuchi from this universe entirely as he has no use being in it). and yes, you read that right. four. im keeping bram. he deserves to at least have his lower body in this au so he can do things. speaking of which, everyone would still be pretty eccentric, especially nikolai, even if he isn't a murder-happy clown (he is still a clown tho)

nikolai is the type to have a pretty messy desk (full on clown desk with lots of props to prank people with; the whoopee cushion is the bane of sigma's existence), and i could see him also being the first to greet clients (and potentially spook them with his general attitude). he'd still have his core values of freedom intact, but minus the act of being a deranged murderer. essentially, a slightly more stable version of himself, but that really isn't saying much since he still has a weird obsession with murder cases. bro's probably been consuming too much true crime media despite literally being a detective. he also has a pet bird that he hides in his overcoat and brings to work, much to sigma's dismay. i'll let him keep the overcoat due to it being an integral part of his character design due to the nature of his ability, but let it be known that he will be getting a redesign.

sigma is pretty much the same, honestly. he's also the founder of the agency and has shown to be capable of running his casino as well as the agency, but he has thought of letting someone else run his casino full-time. it gets stressful having two roles to fulfill, after all. anyways, he handles himself well and is able to pay off the two rented out floors he has control over due to the amount of money he gets from both jobs. he also pays his employees fairly. overall, he's like an overworked millennial (not to mention a mom friend to nikolai still being a bit of a dumbass even in this au) but at least he's managing. his desk is neat and clean, decorated with casino related things. he tries to get to the door before nikolai can in order to not get his new clients scared away by how over-the-top his clown of a friend can be. sigma takes on less violent cases, although he is perfectly capable of taking them on as well, if need be.

fyodor. yeah, him. his desk is pretty bland, except for the necessities. he makes no move to actually talk to the clients and would prefer that they get to the point. a bit hard to read for the others, even nikolai, which is wild given that they're kinda close. doesn't take up cases often, but when he does, they get FINISHED. he's a very efficient person. as for the times he's not on a case, he's somewhere else. is he gathering intel? is he simply slacking off? is he secretly a traitor somehow? no one will ever know. he's the top detective, at least.

bram refuses to work during daylight hours. his vampiric nature prevents him from being able to do that effectively. this is still good for business though, because he can take up night cases when everyone else goes home for the day! not to mention that being met with a vampire if you tried to break into the agency when you thought everyone had left would NOT be a fun day (or night) for you. his desk is in the darkest part of the room, away from any windows. he's present during the day, it's just that he does mostly office work instead of actual cases. the fridge in the lunch room is always stocked up on blood bags for him, even though he'd probably much rather prefer drinking from someone directly. at least there's a microwave for him to heat them up with. he's also very polite with clients, surprisingly. however, he has yet to stop sprinkling in old english in his conversations with others, but he's learning.

i wasn't planning on turning this entirely into a doa detective agency au post, but i'll elaborate on the other organizations and their members later.

#dream discusses bsd 🖋️ #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd au #doa bsd #the guild bsd #armed detective agency #port mafia #swap au #but in the unconventional way #bsd nikolai #nikolai gogol #bsd sigma #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #bram bsd #bram stoker #help me they've been living rent-free in my head for about a week now #i can vividly picture the layout of the new ada office i've been thinking about it too much #oh and about the cafe: it still exists! it's just across the street #i love the cafe why would i remove it from the au

[parameddic]

@hvndredstories

TK didn't like the way that guy was looking at him. At Nikolai. This was incorrect for a number of reasons, the most prominent of which was who wouldn't look at Nikolai like that sometimes? C'mon. Jealousy was one thing but TK had to be, like, reasonable. And Nikolai wasn't even flirting back. He could have. TK didn't have some weird claim to him. They'd had the hard discussion and agreed that they...

But Nikolai wasn't responding to this guy's advances the way he'd responded to TK when TK had first met him. That didn't give him the lick of satisfaction he might have expected, if this had been years ago (less steady than he was, now), but it did... he thought... the feeling was just that same general fondness for Nikolai. TK was not competing, he didn't need to. They were them. That wasn't going anywhere.

Nikolai threw him a glance, so he caught TK watching across the bar, stroking a thumb through the condensation on his glass, smiling a little, fond. Nikolai wanted help with this guy, said his help-me face.

TK made a point of 'thinking about it' -- did he have anything better to do? -- but he soon pulled away from the bar. There were not a lot of better things to do than go say hi to Nikolai across a crowded bar.

"Hi, Nisha." TK snaked an arm through Nikolai's, free hand coming to rest in the crook of Nikolai's elbow. A claiming motion. TK locked eyes with the guy whose shot with Nikolai had been deteriorating for all of the five minutes they'd been interacting: "Who's this?" Introduce him.

#ic #kdjfldskjsdlkgjhldfkgjsd #hvndredstories #mmmmm the way TK has been swapping between 'nisha' and 'babe' here for weeks but he settled on 'nisha' i think. it won out on this one #it makes the same point anyway #v; nikolai

[sciencepapa]

hug tiny nikolai

yes. I love him

Grem got too affectionate. he must be groomed like a PUBPY

(Nik belongs to @bowlerhatwearer)

#grem answers #cat pics #sweetie pie nikolai #swapped out event

[nonhumen]

super late funky tag drops (part 2)

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐒 : LOOKING THROUGH A WINDOW AT HUMANITY. WE CAN BE LONELY TOGETHER / DAZAI & SIGMA

𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐄 : BETWEEN TWO LUNGS IT WAS RELEASED. THE BREATH PASSED FROM YOU TO ME / DAZAI & RANPO

𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐄 : SHOVE YOUR KISS STRAIGHT THROUGH MY CHEST / DAZAI & NIKOLAI

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐍𝐒𝐒 : IF I ONLY COULD MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD AND GET HIM TO SWAP OUR PLACES / DAZAI & ODA

#𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐒 : LOOKING THROUGH A WINDOW AT HUMANITY. WE CAN BE LONELY TOGETHER / DAZAI & SIGMA #𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐄 : BETWEEN TWO LUNGS IT WAS RELEASED. THE BREATH PASSED FROM YOU TO ME / DAZAI & RANPO #𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐄 : SHOVE YOUR KISS STRAIGHT THROUGH MY CHEST / DAZAI & NIKOLAI #𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐍𝐒𝐒 : IF I ONLY COULD MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD AND GET HIM TO SWAP OUR PLACES / DAZAI & ODA

[sleptting]

DAWG WHAT HAPPENED 💀💀

#got the heels but. bro 💀 #swap them legs w / Nikolai and ill accept it #sigma bsd #bsd #bsd season 4 #im tagging this bc all of the fandom needs to see this #btw no me tags . . 🫶

[yandere-writer-momo]

Author’s note: I am stuck in a slump so I’m going to write a guilty pleasure of mine… the body swap trope except this time, with a twist. And of course with the one that got away trope. I adore it so very much like black cherry ice-cream.

Yandere Head Canons:

The Husband Swap

Yandere Shapeshifter x Married Fem Elf Reader x Neglectful Drow Husband

TW: yandere content!! Mentions of smut, dubcon, tentacles, monster fucking, size kink, manipulation, voyeurism, oral, and unhealthy relationship.

Art from Veil Manga

You had been married to your husband, Nikolai Sokolov, for many years. An arranged marriage set up amongst your people as a peace treaty… you, a high elf, wed to a drow, dark elf. And Nikolai was often cold to you… despite how often you attempted to bond with him.

Nikolai refused to eat any of the food you made and he constantly brushed aside your attempts to get to know him. He cared little for this arranged relationship and treated you as if you were some mere commoner, a fact that only made your heart sting.

Nikolai would occasionally share a bed with you, but it was often out of fulfilling his needs. He cared little for your pleasure and only cared to satiate his own.

One day, Nikolai bought you a servant just to get you to leave him alone (outside of sex). A shapeshifter.

A magic collar was bound tightly around their silver neck as a preventative to their ability to shift. They were now powerless and subservient. A trait that most shapeshifters didn’t have since they were quite sly by nature. You wondered what this creature had done to have been reduced to a servant…

Their name was Lev Snegur and they were close in age to you and Nikolai. The shapeshifter was somewhat masculine looking with sharp features and pitch black eyes. A genderless species that never uttered a sound, what wonderful company to have.

You often tried to engage in small talk with them, but they remained as silent as the depth of night. Not a peep left their lips to ever give you input. It unnerved you.

You were very sweet to them and even offered to share meals, but they only stared at you. Talking to Lev was like talking to a brick wall that nodded at times. Lev was an incredibly good listener.

Lev’s company did little to satiate the ache in your heart and the all consuming loneliness. You were so isolated in this empty home filled with bitterness. And you started to accept that you’d never find any warmth with him. Nor would you find solace in your silent servant’s company.

Occasionally you’d wake up covered in a slight sweat, a puddle of dampness below you. The room would always feel of sex, yet you hardly had any of that… but you were always a bit sore between your legs when you’d wake up on mornings like this. Had you been having wet dreams due to your consistent loneliness? Or was there something foul at play?

So it was a surprise when Nikolai bounced into your room like a puppy one morning. His arms wrapped around your side while he inhaled your scent. What on earth was he doing?

“Nikolai?” Nikolai placed a finger on your lips, a mischievous look in his crimson eyes.

“Shh, I have a surprise for you!” Nikolai gave you a bright grin that made you do a double take. You’ve never seen your grumpy husband smile in his entire life. This had to be a dream… you gave yourself a pinch and hissed at the pain you inflicted on your poor arm. Nope. Not a dream.

Nikolai lead you out of the room to where a grand meal was set before you consisting of all of your favorite delicacies. You had no idea your husband even knew you adored such food…

“Do you like it?” His face was hopeful as he took your hand in his. “I’ve come to a realization that you genuinely care for me… so I will treat you better.”

And from that day forth, Nikolai was more attentive than he ever had been. He insisted you should move into his room and he often cuddled with you… it was so odd. This entire situation was bizarre, almost as if this was another person and not your husband.

It was when Nikolai went down on you for the first time that your mind truly began to believe he was another man. When did he learn how to please you and why did he eat you out like a man starved? This wasn’t your husband… this was an imposter.

When ‘Nikolai’ made love to you, he felt bigger. You swore he was nearly two to three inches than he used to be, which made your stomach protrude like you had a baby bump. And his hands ardently grasped at every bit of your body as he could.

It wasn’t too uncommon for you to find your husband sniffing your hair like some sort of animal. You were so scared…

The longer you spent time with ‘Nikolai,’ the more paranoid you became. There were less and less drows around now and your servant was missing… you were starting to become afraid.

But you never were able to get much time to think about it too much since ‘Nikolai’ was always dutifully by your side. There was never any time to ask questions… until tonight. You decided to ask him… for you feared you’d fall off the deep end into insanity if you didn’t.

“Where’s Lev?” You softly asked Nikolai whose fingers paused their dance over your scalp. His crimson eyes glanced over to your face.

“And why do you care so much about a shifter when your husband is here?” Nikolai asked in a bitter tone, but you could see a bit of excitement in his eye. And it made your heart pulse in your brain.

“Well, I miss Lev.” You softly whispered. It wasn’t a complete lie. You did miss your servant who always listened to you, but you preferred his silent company over the overbearing presence of your changed husband.

“Hmm… well, we can go see him if you’d like.” Nikolai rose up from the bed and wrapped a black robe over his bare chest. “He’s in the dungeon.”

You were a bit shocked by your husband’s words. “What do you mean? Lev never did anything wrong-“

“My wife is too kind for her own good.” Nikolai held your chin to pause you from rambling on even more. His eyes were filled with so much emotion, it froze you in place. “It’s what I love most about you.”

You gulped and averted your gaze, your cheeks felt hot.

Lev lead you down the hallway and down the winding stairs to the dungeon, his hand gently held yours. You felt dread creep up into your stomach the closer you went to the dingy dungeon. Your nerves felt as if they were on fire…

And the sight before you terrified you to your core, the angled corpse of Nikolai laid sprawled out on the brick flooring. His lifeless eyes turned toward the door and his mouth agape in a horrific scream forever frozen on his rotting face.

You tried to flee but your ‘Nikolai’ began to shift, slender hands now held you firmly in place while your captor’s face slowly morphed into the bewitching creature named Lev.

“It didn’t take much to overpower him. Your husband was too cocky to notice I figured out how to disarm the collar.” Lev’s voice made your blood run cold from how raspy it was. His voice low and monotonous despite the various emotions that hid beneath the surface of his eyes. “To whack him over the back of the head with a sword hilt and drag him down here. It was child’s play really.”

“Are you going to kill me too?” You whimpered when his grip tightened around your arms. His face filled with concern.

“Kill you? Nonsense, I’d never kill my wife!” Lev began to pepper your face with numerous kisses while his arms snaked around your waist. “I mean it when I say I love you, I love you more than that bastard ever could.”

You try to protest, but you feel something slimy wrap around your legs and give them a squeeze. Your eyes are wide in terror at the black tendrils that snaked around your plush thighs. What on earth?!

“And I can certainly fuck you better than he ever could… I can show you things no other monster could ever show you, so won’t you indulge me? I promise I’ll blow your mind.”

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[pan-fried-autism]

Lovesick

Characters: Swap!Grem, Swap!Nikolai (@bowlerhatwearer), brief appearance of Swap!M0u5e

Summary: No longer undead, Nikolai has been mostly confined to Grems bed, due to the condition his body had been left in. The time spent in Grems house has made him realize something, something he needs to do... but hardly anything ever goes to plan.

Nikolai L. Akdow had a problem.

Or at least a problem he was no longer in denial about.

After an adventure resulting in him no longer being undead, simply alive, his body was in a... less than favorable state. Thought no longer rotting and generally corpselike, he found himself to be quite physically weakened and tired, and quite susceptible He even found he couldnt eat most foods. As a result, he spent most of his days in bed.

Not his own, however. His friend Grementine Mewton's bed.

He had offered to take her couch, but she refused to let him stay there, saying to him, "My guy, with the condition you're in, it's for the best that you're as comfortable as possible! I'LL take the couch."

But that's not the point. Or at least, a bit related to the point.

You see, the problem involved Grementine.

Grem herself was not the problem, though-- if anything, she was the opposite of one. She, along with her assistant M0u5e and friend Mothgo (if she was over), took very good care of him. She always made sure to keep a good supply of rusk, vitamin water, and tea (as they were some of the only things he could stomach right now), and had taken the liberty of buying actual vitamins, too. She had a fan placed on one of the bedside tables in case he got overheated, and had a cold wet rag for him as well. Sometimes, she'd come in with books, or maybe her portable DVD player, and she'd watch a movie or show with him. Sometimes she would just come in to talk.

It was... it was nice. He was slowly getting better.

But that wasn't the point. He still had a problem.

It was a problem he had since he was still a lich, and started to have a while after he met Grem. Something he couldn't ignore for very long...

Feelings.

He noticed them a little bit after they sprouted up-- he felt different about Grem than he did about other people. He oft wished to spend more time with her, to be close to her, hug her more, talk endlessly with her about ideas, stare into her beautiful eyes as he did it....

A crush of some kind had developed. And it frightened him.

This was the first time he ever felt this was about anybody. It was... it was confusing. Something he didn't know how to handle.

So he kept his feelings hidden away the best he could.

I don't think it would work out between us, anyway, he reasoned with himself. I probably would not be a good partner to her-- the past is a fickle obstacle, I've found.

If things had stayed the same, he could have dealt with them, he thought. They'd continue to be good friends and maybe nothing more. However, staying with Grem while she helped him in his weakened state hadn't exactly done any wonders for the crush...

Without the factors of an ice cave and a cold environment (relatively speaking-- Grem kept the bedroom air conditioned for him), along with the fact he was currently living with her, Grem was able to see him MUCH more often and for longer periods of time. In that time, he got to see a lot of Grem's personality in action-- how she talked about her ideas and experiments, how she hyped up the movies and shows she chose for them to watch (especially if she thought he would love it), how she almost always came back from the supermarket with a new flavour of vitamin water for him to try, how she laughed at certain jokes, the way he swore her eyes sparkled while he talked about ideas and experiences he's had, how she talked about her coworkers and friends, how sometimes she would purr a little when she hugged him...

All this had done was strengthen his feelings-- in other words, worsen the problem in a way.

As time went on, this weighed heavier and heavier on his mind. The feelings were still strange and nebulous to him... why? he would wonder. Why were these feelings he's had for so long still so indecipherable to him?

Not only that, it... didn't feel right. To keep it all to himself, of course. He found himself wanting more and more to at least tell Grem how he felt about her. Even if she didn't share the feelings (a likely event, to him), they wouldn't weigh so much on him anymore.

But... maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she DID share them. Nikolai had recently found himself wishing that she would stay and talk with him for a little longer. For her hugs to last longer. To be able to perhaps... make a nice dinner for the two of them.

If only...

Nik was so enraptured in his own thoughts, he had completely zoned out during the last five minutes of the movie he and Grem were watching.

Until Grem spoke.

"MAN... that was a great movie, huh, Nik?"

That jolted NIkolai out of his thoughts.

He looked over at the screen of the DVD Player-- the credits were rolling, and a pop song he'd never heard before was playing. The song spoke of getting older but never wiser, and one's depression working the graveyard shift.

Ignoring it, he simply smiled at Grem and pulled together what he remembered of the film before he zoned to form a response.

"Yes, it was very nice."

"What was your favourite part?" she replied, tail swishing around lightly. "My favourite was the twist. Like, Janelle's mother is the SECRET BIG BOSS at her company? It's so stupid, but it works."

"I think my favourite would have to be the factory scene."

Grem made a little 'feh' noise. "Of course it was. Ya LOVE that stuff."

"What can I say?" he said with a smirk. "I've always loved inventing."

"I know. Ya talk a lot about your ideas. They're all really cool."

Nikolai couldn't help but turn his head a little aways. Grem couldn't see the light blush on his cheeks that way.

"Thank you, Grementine."

Grem smiled, before yawning, raising her arms and stretching as she did so.

"What... what time is it, Nik?"

Before he could respond, Grem turned to look at the electrical clock/alarm on the bed side table to her left.

10:25 pm.

"Oh boy." she blurted out. "Ya know, I think I might just go to bed. I have work tomorrow anyway."

"That's understandable." he replied. "It was nice watching a movie with you, Grem!"

Grem grinned and gave me a hug.

Nikolai froze for a second, before gently wrapping his arms around her. He was very glad Grem couldn't see his face-- he imagined he looked like a tomato at that moment.

Sadly, Grem pulled away and leaped off the bed, going to the door before turning around and saying "Goodnight, Nikolai!"

The moment Grem closes the door, Nikolai lets out a small sigh.

He wanted to tell her so badly.

Why shouldn't he?

The sudden thought made him sit up.

.... really, though. Why shouldn't he? Why should he have to keep these feelings to himself? They weigh so heavily on him they hurt, anyway. All he had to lose was a metaphorical weight on his shoulders!

Or maybe a friendship, depending on how she reacted.

But no matter. Nikolai had a confident look on his face as he lay back down. He would throw caution to the wind, look Grem in her lovely eyes, and tell her how he felt about her!

He knew he could do it. The small, scary doubts he felt couldn't stop him this time.

........................

The next morning, Nikolai awoke with a cold.

His nose was stuffed and runny, his throat felt sore, his head was pounding slightly with pain, and he felt like he was being weighed down with bricks.

His first thought that morning was 'oh, confounded.'

Of course, the MOMENT he felt ready to tell Grem that he might love her, his own immune system just haaaaaad to ruin it for him! He felt awful enough lying around too weak to go outside or eat certain foods, WHY of ALL TIMES did he have to get sick now?

He stopped yelling in his mind for a bit. It just made his head hurt more.

When Grem came into the bedroom and noticed his sickly state, she immediately started fretting over him. She got him a cup of tea, some Advil, some crackers, she even worried that she gave it to him somehow.

"Ne-never mind that, Grem." he had reassured her, before sneezing loudly. "Uhff, I'm sure that you... that you didn't."

Grem had her robotic assistant M0u5e care for him while she was at work. The little robot was a good caretaker, he had to admit... but he found himself longing for the cat regardless.

He felt bad about it. Was he really so focused on one person that he couldn't focus on the actions of others? He really needed to tell Grem how he felt, if that was the case.

Around 4 PM, as Nikolai lay coughing a bit in bed, he happened to hear the bedroom door open.

It was Grem. And she had a bowl of soup.

Nikolai, sick as he was, sat up slowly and cracked a smile as she approached him happily.

"He- (COUGH) Hello, Grementine!" He greeted her.

Grem set the soup down on the nightstand closest to Nikolai as she sat on the edge of the bed next to him.

"Hey, Nik!" she chirped. "How's the bug been treating ya?"

"You mean the cold?"

"Yup."

"It could.. (ACHOO)... it could definitely be MUCH better, seeing as my throat feels like somebody tried to sand it down. But M0u5e has taken good care of me while you were gone."

"That's great to hear."

Grem looked off to the side.

"I missed ya while I was at work. I was sad thinking about how sick ya were." she confessed.

The sickly man swore his heart skipped a beat.

'You-- You were?"

"Yeah. I want ya to be healthy, Nik-- you were already have a pretty bad time anyway. I was... worried about how much this would be affecting ya."

"Oh, Grem..." he reached out and gently put his hand on her shoulder. "I think I'll live, my friend."

Grem softly smiled at him. "I know ya will. I just worry."

Neither said anything for a second.

Grem then got up, saying, "Well, I'll be on my way now. Enjoy your dinner, Nik!"

Nikolai quietly watched as his friend walked away.

His amazing, intelligent, caring, humorous, cute friend...

God, he couldn't stand it anymore. He had to get out it before the illness worsened.

Before he knew it, he was calling out "Grementine, wait!"

The cat stopped just at the door, and turned to him.

"What?"

Nikolai said nothing, then coughed a little. Then he looked down, trying not to make eye contact.

"... Can you- can you stay? I want- (cough) I want to talk to you about something." he asked, quiet and sheepish.

Grem stared... then gave a sympathetic smile, walking over and hopping up onto the bed to sit next to him. She said, "Yeah, what's up?"

Nikolai went to speak... but stopped.

He couldn't help but look at her-- her matte gray eyes, her little heart shaped nose, the way her right ear twitched lightly as she waited for him to start talking, a canine sticking out slightly from her mouth, the way her tail curled up, the way the fur on the sides of her face stood up, her little whiskers...

He couldn't help but look at her for so long, he only snapped out of it when someone said his name.

Now, he was made painfully aware of the quizzical look Grem was giving him, and the way his mouth was slightly agape. Nikolai buried his face in his hands, blushing shamefully.

"Sorry, sorry..." Nik muttered.

"No, I get you're nervous." she spoke softly. "Go on."

The human folded his hands in front of him, took a deep breath... and began.

"We've (sniff)... we've known each other for a while now, Grementine, and you've taken care of me. You've... made me happy to call you a friend, Grem. You're a wonderful person, through and through... you saw how I was, how I was merely but a lich... and yet you believed in me. You believed I could be... you believed I AM a good person. And for that, I will always be thankful."

He gave the cat a soft smile, before going quiet.

No going back now, he reminded himself, picking up again.

"... Grementine Mewton, you are the most wonderful person I knoww, and I... I love you through and through... with all my heart. My heart which beats thanks to you."

The cat in front of him looked... surprised to say the least, especially with the touch of blush on her face. She gently placed her hand over her heart.

"You... you mean it?"

He nodded and replied. "Yes, Grementine, I mean it. I really, really do. You are wonderful (cough)... you are perfect... you are you, my dear."

Grems face turned a deep shade of pink, blending into the light pink fur blotches on her head.

"I... WOW! I-- uh-- I didn't-- didn't expect this, hahahah..." she managed to stutter out.

Nikolai swore he saw a couple tears appear in the corners of her eyes.

He assumed they matched with the ones forming in his own.

"You really are, Grementine." he beamed, smiling. "You are wonderful in your own Grem way... and I am glad and happy that we know each other."

Grem started quivering after that.

For a split second, Nikolai was struck with a small bolt of fear. Had he... had he messed up?

... and then Grem leapt into his arms and gave him a giant hug.

Nikolai was briefly caught by surprise before he returned it. He held her close, trying not to cough as he took in just how real it was. How this was... actually happening.

Grem pulled away, still holding him, and Nikolai could see small tear trails going down her cheeks.

"S-sorry," she blathered to him, "I just-- I didn't expect that. Didn't expect how-- how nice it was."

He offered a kind smile as he spoke again.

"Grementine, may I (sniffle)... gently touch you on your cheek? I would like to tell you a bit more, if that's alright with you."

The cat perked up at that. "Oh--Oh yes, of course."

Niks hand went up, and was gently placed against her left cheek, illiciting a small purr. He continued with his confession.

"You have gone through so so much, your whole life you never had a break. Let me tell you-- (ACHOO)-- let me tell you as someone who has messed up a lot... You are great, Grementine. You are wonderful, and smart, and you deserve to be happy."

Grem closed her eyes, before lifting one of her own hands and placing it atop the hand against her face, sending little sparks of joy into Nikolai's heart.

"Ya know something, Nikolai?" she began to admit. "I've grown to... like ya like that, as well."

Nikolai felt the blushing on his face deepen. She did? That was nice to hear.

The kitty continued. "I woulda confessed sooner, but... y'know, you're kinda sick at the moment, so I didn't think it would be a good time."

"I wanted to (sniffle)(cough)-- sorry, I wanted to confess to you sooner as well, but then my cold flared up. However, I wanted to tell you, just in case my cold gets even worse, my dear." he replied, smiling again.

"Hehe, yeah. Heck, even when ya WEREN'T down with the cold, and ya just needed bedrest really. I thought it would be best to do when you were feeling well."

"It's alright, my dear. I do hope it was alright for me to confess my feelings to you like this. It... it is not really romantic."

Grem gently patted his shoulder. "No, it's completely fine! It came from you, after all."

Nikolai slipped his arm back around her and pulled her a bit closer, making her giggle.

"I love you, Grem, I really do. I want to spend my life with you, together as your partner... if that's alright with you."

Grem smiled at him... though the smile faltered, and pulled away just a little as she asked, "... What kind of partner?"

Worry began to seep into Nikolai's mind. Had he... had he said something wrong?

"Well... just the way you are." he tried to reassure her. "I like you for who you are, Grem, and I would like to live with you, if that's alright. I really enjoy your company Grem, and I... I love you."

Grem put up her hands, shaking them a little. "I mean, of course you can live with me! There's nothing wrong with that! I just... what kind of relationship would we have?"

Nikolai looked off to the side, scratching the back of his head.

"Well, I... (ACHOO)... I honestly want to have the kind of relationship... that you want to have, Grem. I want you to be comfortable and happy."

The cat looked down and hugged herself. Nikolai internally prepared for the worst.

Finally, Grem took a deep breath before speaking.

"Uh.. I'm... some form of aromantic, Nikolai. I don't know how to describe it too well. I guess I'd say that... well, I'm not completely aromantic, I don't mind a bit of romance... but I don't think I'd be comfortable with a romantic relationship."

The human was quiet for a moment. Truthfully, he didn't mind that at all. But what kind of relationship should they have?

He started talking again. "I understand that. So, would being in a non-romantic... a platonic relationship make you happy?"

Grem looked back up at him, and a wave of relief came over him as she gave him a big smile and said one word.

"Definitely."

Nikolai sighed in relief and lay back down in bed, a good bit of energy taken from the whole ordeal. He coughed a little before he responded to her.

"And that is completely alright with me, Grem."

Grem crawled over next to him and sat down, before taking one of his hands and… holding it.

Nikolais face felt warm. It could have been from blushing or from being sick. He didn’t care, as he grinned at Grem and gently squeezed the hand interlocked with his own.

He wasn’t sure if it was real or not… but he was feeling a lot better now.

…………

The next afternoon, Nikolai and Grem lay in bed together as the latter cough loudly and sniffled.

“I want to take… eat an entire bottle of Tylenols Cold and Flu.” Grem mumbled.

Nikolai had given Grem a cold.

He (who was still sick— thank his immune system) offered the cat a tissue from the tissue box she had brought in when she stumbled into the bedroom that morning, and gave her a sad look.

“I’m so sorry, Grementine my dear.” he whispered to her.

The cat waved her hand a bit at him as she blew her nose into the tissue.

“No, no, it’s fine… (sniffle) We’re gonna be fine, sweetie.”

Sweetie… he blushed at the pet name. He felt a little less bad now.

The door opened, and M0u5e came in with two steaming mugs of chicken noodle soup.

“I’ve brought lunch.” It announced as it handed the mugs to the two sickly new lovers. “How are you both holding up?”

All Grem could say was “I just hope I don’t have to take cough syrup.”

Nikolai chuckled at her response— she told him the same thing earlier.

“I’m holding up decently,” he responded to M0u5e. “I think I’ll feel better tomorrow.”

The robot clapped her hands together. “Good to hear. Do either of you require anything else?”

“Could ya perhaps bring in my DVD player and my copy of Legally Blonde?” The kitty asked.

M0u5e simply nodded and left the room.

The moment the door closed, Grems hand dove towards one of Nikolais and held it gently. She smiled up at him as she traced circles on the back of his hand.

Nikolai sighed happily as he stared into her eyes.

They’d get through this cold… together.

#fiction #swap AU #sickfic #love confessions #grem #dr grementine mewton #nikogrem #swap!grem #swap!nikolai #nikolai #Nikolai Akdow #m0u5e mewton #swap!m0u5e #I know you’re not supposed to start sentences with and or but #however I do whatever I want #Mothgo belongs to @sallychaosaura btw #she’s only mentioned but Y’know

[bowlerhatwearer]

what if swap nik meets sable nik?

Greetings Anon :-.)

Hmm, he would be surprised, both, that the other Nikolai is a sable, but also that his personality, is quite different compared to his, Swap!Nikolai.

He also would be confused how "whiny" and "clingy" Sable!Nikolai is around Grem...and perhaps he also envies him a bit about how the sable can express himself...but that is not something that Swap!Nikolai would ever admit.

Yours sincerely

Bowler

#Ask #Anonymous #Anon #Grementine Mewton #Grem #Nikolai Akdow #Swap!Nikolai #Sable!Nikolai

[raitonsfw]

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: | 1 | Nikolai switched the plates on you, and suddenly the aphrodisiacs that were supposed to be coursing through his veins suddenly rushed through yours... | 2 | Round after round after round, Nikolai decided his cock was best spent nestled deep inside your cunt for the night– sleep evading your senses.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader... | 1 | aphrodisiacs, accidental drug usage, manipulation, teasing, dirty talk, desperation, mentions of multiple positions & kinks (anal, spanking, bondage, use of nikolai's ability for sexual purposes), petnames (dove, my love, my sweet) | 2 | pussy worship, cockwarming, dirty talk, p in v intercourse, creampie, hint of a breeding kink, petnames (princess, dove), he's lovey dovey here and slightly whiney (he doesn't wanna pull out)

a/n: | 1 | i found a way to include his ability hehe, this thirst had me reeling for a long while. wc: 600ish. | 2 | to cockwarm nikolai would be an honour... he's just sooo pretty. wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list

thirst count: 2

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

| 1 |

Oh, you didn’t think Nikolai would be so cruel. When you tried to stand from the confines of the table, you saw the smirk that leveled his face. “N-Nikolai, did you switch the food?”

“Whatever are you talking about, dove?” He smirked at you, his hand resting carefully against the nook of his gloved palm. His eyes had sparkled the very first time you took a bite of the dinner you had made for the two of you– one plate mixed with potent aphrodisiacs and the other simmered down with nothing but what was originally in the rice pot. 

You wanted to see him panting, ripping off his clothing, his cloak– yours too, just to be inside you, inside something that would calm him down from the painful ache of the aphrodisiacs… and the best part is he wouldn’t even know why he was like that. He’d be totally overwhelmed by the throb of his pretty cock, straining against his striped trousers and he wouldn’t even realize that you had put sexual stimulants in his rice until he was on his knees in front of you– begging for relief from his precious innocent girl. And that’s when he’d realize, his cards falling out of favor.

 It was the perfect plan to get him to submit to you for once. 

But you realized that your plan had totally backfired as your arousal dripped into the lace, pooling right underneath the warmth of your cunt. It was cool and sticky against your skin and you squirmed in your seat, a needy whine escaping your throat as you moved too suddenly, the lace rubbing up against your swollen clit. 

“My love, are you– aroused?” Nikolai had lifted from his seat with faux shock painting his face, his hand offering out towards your shoulder and you immediately tried to pull him down but he shifted back with a smirk. “Need some help?”

“Need you to fuck me– Lai, shit, I hate you…” And he only murmured as you cursed him for swapping the rice dishes. Your mind was absolutely whirling, your skin flushed hot and all you could think about was getting his cock inside you as soon as possible. You fucking needed it– honestly you needed anything at this point and your fingers came down to swipe at the wet material of your clothing, you were like a goddamn leaky faucet. Your pussy clenched around nothing as he tutted at you with a frowny face, moving to stand behind you. 

“No, no… I didn’t tell you to touch yourself.” He ran a finger down the underside of your chin before softly grabbing at it, making you peer towards his face above you and you tilted your neck up obediently. You didn’t care to listen to what he had to say after that though, your senses far gone from the grasps of reality.

You started to babble on about the ideas floating in your head. Normally, you’d keep quiet about your fantasies, but you couldn’t help yourself; it all came spilling out as you looked up at him, his heterochromatic eyes lurking with a mischievous smile. “Nikolai– can we try a new position? Want you to fuck me on this table, but not my pussy…” 

“Anal? Why not also try bondage, my sweet?” Nikolai had both hands on your shoulders now, careful to not rouse you too much as he bent down beside you. His silky braid fluttered against your back as he whispered in your ear, one glove escaping into his coat as he pulled out a wrap of ribboned rope from the golden portal within “Maybe I can get you in the perfect position, where I can spank you for being such a bad girl…” 

Yes, Nikolai was cruel– vile and you practically felt his devious grin floating behind your ear as he swept down to bind you.

| 2 |

“Sorry, princess… Couldn’t go another second without your pussy squeezing me soo tightly.” Nikolai groaned into your ear as he bottomed out in you again, for the third time that night. 

“Lai…” You moaned into his mouth as he pressed it against yours, reveling in the way he slid in and out of you feverishly. You were tired, but you just couldn’t resist him; it was Valentine’s Day after all and you barely got to see him with his carded debut in his shady organization. 

He hiked your legs up against his shoulders, his braid fluttering down his chest and you threw your head back in a bitey moan. You knew his eyes were gleaming on your folds, taking him in so nicely as they swiped slick onto his cock. Even behind his card mask you could recognize the shine to them from the turquoised scar; he was focusing solely on how wet you were and how so fucking pliant you were, sucking him in with every thrust. Nikolai was a creature of habit, you knew all his tricks and that made you perfect for him, perfect for the length of his cock nearly folding you in two.

“Gonna fill you up again– Ah, c’mon dove, don’t be shy…” He teased, voice rough and his white knuckled gloves came up to brush your arm away from your face. Every roll of his hips had you in a trance, rutting against your sweet spot and gripped at his hands as they intertwined with yours. A smirk plastered onto his face as he saw your eyes roll back when he worked his thrusts faster into you. 

You whimpered as you felt his cock twitch inside of you and a weak moan fell from his lips as he came inside of you, some of it leaking out as he fucked it into you with a heavy sigh. He had buried his face into the crook of your neck not long after, lavishing kisses against it as you rode out your high. As you regained your senses, the feeling in your cunt felt a little odd and you realized Nikolai hadn’t pulled out yet. 

Did he want to go another round?

“Nikolai.” You said in a quiet tone as you rubbed your palms up the sides of his waist which in turn, he shuddered. “Are you not going to pull out?” 

“Don’t think so.” He said flatly. You couldn’t detect if this was a joke or not, but he didn’t budge even as you wiggled underneath him. “Hey–!” 

“Lai, come on.” You said with a short laugh, sleep trudging up within your eyelids and you were a few minutes from passing out. “Come lay next to me.”

“But you’re soo warm around me… I don’t wanna pull out.”  He muttered into your skin, his tongue laving at a bruise he marked on you earlier in the day. You whined at the soreness of it, scratching at his back lovingly to try to get him to roll off of you. You were quickly losing the battle though as he dug himself deeper into you, his cock snug and his chest flush with yours. Nikolai let out a soft noise of content as your body relaxed against his, his hands mimicking yours against your waist.

You watched as his head bobbed up to stare at you and you reached up with a small smile, removing his card mask to reveal his other eye. Jade peeked back at you in a mischievous glance, a coy smile written on his lips. “There you are. Did you want to sleep like this?” 

“Absolutely.” His voice was like static to you, raspy and quiet as his eyes etched with sleep whilst looking at you. And you figured, why not let him? 

You just have to be ready to wake up later on… with his thrusts shaking you awake.

#𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒'𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 ꨄ #𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜 ☾ #bsd x female reader #bsd x you #bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs smut #bungou stray dogs x you #bungou stray dogs x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai x y/n #nikolai x you #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai gogol smut #nikolai gogol bsd #nikolai gogol bungou stray dogs #bsd nikolai #nikolai thirst #fem reader #𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 ✰

[rae-writes]

Sometimes...

Sigma || nsfw || 0.6k

Sigma isn’t always a gentle lover. 

He always tries to be, of course, because oh gods does he love you. He holds you even closer to his heart than he does the Sky Casino— you’re his everything. 

But sometimes…

Sometimes he gets stressed. His responsibilities as manager, all the extra procedures he takes to make sure the Casino is always as perfect as it can be, making a calm, picture-perfect appearance when he’s out on the main floor— it all gets too stressful sometimes. 

It makes him curl his fingers around your wrist desperately and drag you to a vacant corner of the Casino, or a bathroom stall, or anywhere he can have you to himself for even just a second. The harsh way he’s shoving you against whatever flat surface that’s nearby is a complete accident, and he is sorry, but the apology doesn’t even form on his tongue because he’s pushing it past your lips to tangle with yours instead. His hips thrust forcefully, clothed cock rutting right against your entrance; his grip on you is tight, unrelenting, and needy. He doesn’t even register how frantic or rough he’s being, not when you’re moaning in his ear and clawing at his back over his shirt. No, he doesn’t register anything other than the way he can feel his stomach tightening as he gets closer to cumming or the way you whine a breathy ‘’m gonna cum’. And only when you’re both panting with wet patches visible on his pants and your bottoms, does he finally utter that sweet ‘I’m sorry’. 

Sometimes he gets frustrated. Fyodor or Nikolai, or sometimes both at the same time, making him grit his teeth and bite his tongue in annoyance, the rare rude customer he has to go find and throw out, the moments where he finally has free time but you end up busy— it all gets too frustrating sometimes. 

It makes him throw you onto your shared bed and yank you closer by your ankles, fingers pressing into your thighs harshly as he places firm, open-mouthed kisses up your body. His soft toned praises are replaced by raspy growling, eyes sharp as he focuses on your expressions. This time, his rough actions are completely intentional; he wants you to see only him, to feel only him, to touch, to smell, to taste only him because only your touch, your taste, your smell, your sounds, your expressions can make him feel better right now. He kisses at your skin with teeth, marking the flesh with his bite and kisses your lips with his tongue, making sure to swap spit until he isn’t sure who’s is who’s. His fingers are at your back and thighs, pulling you into him and locking you against his embrace as he thrusts his cock in and out of you with deep, sharp, rough strokes, making sure you can feel every single inch of him, even when he pulls out for just the split second it takes to ram right back into you. Sigma is relentless, making you cum over and over, because he can’t get enough of the way you sound or the way your look; and when he’s finally ready to cum himself, his grip is absolutely bruising as he pulls you flush against him, hips stuttering frantically as he paints your insides white. He'll stay buried inside you as he trails his tongue down your neck and to your chest, re-biting all of the previous bite marks before he eats you out, licking up his own cum as he drills his tongue into your hole until you cum one more time. Then he’ll clean you both up and lay beside you, wrapping you in his arms to whisper his typical soft ‘I’m sorry’. 

No, Sigma isn’t always a gentle lover. 

But he loves you so. fucking. much— even when he’s being rough. 

And even though he apologizes after, because he’s always sorry about any bruises and aches he might’ve left, he can’t help the thrill he gets from seeing you give him a dazed smile with a ‘’s okay…I liked it..’

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #sigma x reader #sigma smut #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs smut

[oikasugayama]

what if: alignment chart of when you trip in front of them

WUH OH

Atsushi, Sigma, Oda, Junichiro, Poe are genuinely worried about you but Mori is pretending to care.

Fukuzawa and Chuuya chuckle a little, Chuuya might help you up if you're pals. Tachihara laughs a little but isn't rushing to help.

Dazai and Ranpo are laughing their asses off. Nikolai is manically cackling. They all probably made you fall.

Mushitaro and Fyodor are chuckling and judging you. Bram scoffs and makes fun of your coordination. Akutagawa side-eyes you and turns away.

Kunikida and Ango could honestly swap places depending on the day. They're not laughing but they're also likely keeping their hands to themselves, as is professional.

#ask answered #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd headcanons #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #atsushi x reader #fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader #mori x reader #fukuzawa x reader #akutagawa x reader #kunikida x reader #ango x reader #bram x reader #oda x reader #junichiro x reader #tachihara x reader #mushitaro x reader #chuuya headcanons #dazai headcanons #kunikida headcanons #atsushi headcanons #akutagawa headcanons