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The Two-faced Secretary.

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Omg whose that cute barista 🤭

Lil coffee boy Sigma. Casino wasn’t paying enough

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Level 2: Hush [Waxplay] for Kinktober.

♡soft dom! fyodor d. x afab! reader.

♡Synopsis: fedya decides to swap "crime and punishment" for "pleasure and punishment," he really means it, with a paraffin candle on the side.

♡Warning: ņsfw, mdni, smųt, waxplay, oral (cunnilingus), cum play, multiple orgasms..etc.

♡Word Count: 1k.

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your hands claw at the couch cushion, knuckles turning white as you struggle to swallow your moans, needy lewd sounds slipping from you against your own will, pillowy thighs quivering and closing in around his head, he’s nestled between them, tongue exploring every sweet curve of your sex, slurping up the pleasure that floods from your empty, sweet cunt. your legs instinctively tighten even more as a gentle shudder rolls through you with each luscious motion, leaving you helpless to the way he makes you cum, over and over again.

feeling the pleasure coil through your lower nerve bundles again, a soft, breathy moan slips from your parted, puffy lips only to be swiftly silenced by fyodor's cold hand, pulling back his pink hot muscle from your clenching cunt right before you're about to reach the roller coaster of your orgasm.

“quiet now, lyubov,” he hisses, his fingers softly kneading your left thigh. “we wouldn’t want my men to overhear those sweet sounds.”

you manage a shaky nod, a few stray tears glistening against his palm as you try to obey. his amethyst irises dilate with lust, lips curving in an amused smirk. “good.. because you wouldn't want me to punish you, hmm?”

your head tips back, eyelids fluttering as you let out the smallest, muffled moan against his hand—a sound intended solely to pleasure his ears.

“oh you naughty thing! is that what you want? for me to punish you?” he leisurely pulls his hand away, standing tall between your quivering legs. you gaze up at him, lips trembling and eyes heavy from the unending orgasms. words elude you, trapped in your throat, unable to escape.

“f-edya?” you manage to utter, but it’s a futile effort as he turns to grab a candle resting on his study desk near the couch.

“do you know what this is?” he asks, tilting his head as he watches your eyes widen in apprehension. is he really going to punish you like your mother did when you misbehaved as a child? perhaps that’s why you feel a rush of excitement now—you should be ashamed that such a thing is amusing to you but you're too fucked out to give it a thought.

“a candle?” you breath out, trying to sit up but to no avail, your muscles are way too sore to move an inch.

he chuckles softly, slowly shaking his head, “It’s actually a paraffin low-temperature wax. it melts at a much lower temperature than regular candles, around 125 degrees fahrenheit. ideal for you sensitive skin. in addition to..”

your mind is too hazy to grasp everything he’s saying, but he clearly thinks he knows what he's doing, so you nod along with a blissfully clueless look on your face.

“you really don’t understand a thing, do you?” he muses, a teasing smile blooming on his lips.

“not in the slightest,” you reply, blinking twice as if trying to clear the fog from your hazy mind.

he leans in closer, his lips grazing yours like a feather, and just as you tilt your head to meet his for a kiss, a warm liquid begins to trickle down your collarbone. you gasp softly, feeling the molten wax glide over your skin, it feels unexpectedly gentle and soothing? wrapping you in warmth-a sumptuous sensation you hadn't anticipated. instead of burning, it caresses you, sending ripples of warmth and delight coursing across your body as it pools in the valley between your bare breasts.

“exquisite,” fyodor drawls, pouring more and more of the amber wax all across your collarbones and breasts, soft erotic whimpers feeling the room. once he’s pleased with the little painting he’s splattered across your body like a canvas with burgundy droplets embellishing your skin beautifully, he sits back between your thighs, slowly dripping more onto them.

“nnghh…f-edya…ah–” you gasp, head falling back as he spreads your legs wider. your breathing falters, barely holding back a cry when his lips wrap around your swollen clit, the sensation is way too much forcing more tears to stain your soft cheeks. you watch him make out leisurely with your delicious folds, long slender digits breaching your dripping pussy and curling them enough to tease your nerve bundles.

“oh my, my… you naughty thing,” he coos, fingers still fucking you, pale lips sucking around your clit again harshly. “about to come again?” his chuckle vibrates through your tight walls as they clench around his fingers, dragging a needy, high-pitched whine from you. “you love being my little masterpiece, hmm?”

you can't respond too spent to form coherent words, instead your hips rise to meet fyodor's probing tongue as he delves deeper, spitting between your puffy folds and catching every drop that spills from your drenched core, letting it slide down your lower cheeks and painting your thighs in a glossy sheen as if the molten wax is not adroning them so perfectly already. he can't help but palm his cock from beneath, stroking it in time with the rhythm of your trembling legs as they lock around his neck.

“please, d-don’t stop… ’m—so close, ngh fuhh-mmkk!” you barely register that his hand is muffling your moans, all you care about is the overwhelming pleasure of your impending orgasm as his fingers thrust viciously inside you. your toes curl from the extremity of the full-body orgasm building within you.

he devours you, reveling in the taste of your sweet nectar, slurping up every drop. he rests his head against your lower abdomen, breath coming in heavy gasps. as his hand work faster around his cock before he shoots thick ribbons opaque seed into his palm.

“good luck cleaning me up, because there’s no way i’m moving a muscle,” you try to chuckle, but it came out as a breathy whine.

he chuckles lowly still catching his breath and just as he is about to lean in for a kiss, a loud knock cuts through the room, followed by nikolai's cheerful voice. “fyodor! you in there? sigma doesn't want me to play with his cards ugh!… uh, why does it smell like a candle factory exploded?”

“Iisus khristos! i desperately need a break,” he sighs dramatically before grabbing a nearby towel.

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Pairing: Fyodor x f!reader

Contents: NSFW, implied first time for reader, fingering (reader receiving), gentleness and comforting with fyodor 101, implied vaginismus for reader if you squint, sprinkled fluff as well, Approx 1.5k words.

“Come on, don’t forget to breathe now.” 

You blinked, feeling your breath hitch again. Fyodor’s voice was like a distant thought even though his body was flush against yours. Nothing really registered, except the steady rhythm of his hand, fingers slick with your liquids as they brushed against your inner walls. 

You searched for Fyodor’s gaze, finding him concentrated, eyebrows drawn as he hovered slightly over your lying form. He was being careful with you, you knew that, but it still left a sense of not good enough even as you spread your legs wider, tried to ease your muscles into the mattress– yet you still felt the unyielding clench of your pussy, completely not relaxed. 

It felt good. It really did. But it was taking so long and it wasn’t supposed to be like that, right? Fists clenched into the sheets, you hid your face into Fyodor’s chest. 

“Easier said than done… I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“Hmm?” Fyodor glanced at you. “Come now, you’re overthinking again.”

He leaned down, resting his chin on your head. His fingers slowed, curving into your sweet spot as he worked on massaging it. It helped, the pleasure building even more as you struggled to blank out your brain. It wasn’t fair. You should be showing him how you felt, but instead, all you could manage was to huddle up deeper against him, seeking out as much skin contact as possible.

You trusted him. 

But you never expected it to be this overwhelming.

Fyodor’s lips brushed your temple. “You’re doing good. I’m in no hurry.”

“Yeah, but I am. This sucks.”

Fyodor smiled softly, his hot breath grazing your ear. “So harsh. Am I that disappointing?”

You bit back a groan of pleasure, back arching as the bastard curved his fingers again. The slight pain was still there, yes, but duller with every slow thrust, every gentle kiss against your cheek, eyelid, nose, lips. You were melting, breathing hard as the pressure in your belly increased, building up closer and closer to your release. 

You’ve never been this wet in your life, the sound of it so lewd you could practically feel the blush spread on your face and chest. At some point, Fyodor had added another finger in; you don’t remember when that happened.

Fyodor’s fingers spread your slick with every stroke, giving attention to your clit ever so often, making you bite into your lower lip hard, sounds muffled in your struggle. 

“Do you want me to keep going?” Fyodor’s voice was even, composed. 

It irked you how at ease he sounded, a complete contrast to your current state. But that thought all but dispersed as you focused on him, eyes going wide with the sight. Fyodor raised a questioning brow, smile still in place as you locked gazes. The lightest of flushes coated his skin, clear white tinted by soft pink all the way down his neck. You knew he found you attractive, but– his pupils were blown wide, taking all of you in with such detail you could only blink back in surprise. 

And arousal.

Fyodor was almost always reserved in his affections, preferring to express himself in actions that had nothing to do with romance when he wanted to show his adoration for you. A gentleman through and through, and that’s why the thought of having him completely losing it clutched onto you so fiercely you could barely contain yourself.

You had to see him like that. 

You clasped his wrist with your hand, stopping his movement. “That’s enough.”

You winced as Fyodor pulled his fingers. He leaned for a quick kiss on your brow. “I apologize for that. Well?”

You felt his hand rest on your inner thigh, waiting. For permission? You weren’t sure. There was no way you’d let it stop here, and it seemed Fyodor knew that too. Your hand reached, grabbing a handful of soft black hair, and you pulled him over you. Fyodor’s breath hitched just as your other hand reached down to wrap firmly around his base, the tip smudging against your wetness as you positioned his body exactly where you wanted him.

He was so close. Body against body. Skin to skin. He looked at you as if unsure, if only for a second, before a soft chuckle escaped his lips. “I see. Whatever you desire then.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting playfully at the exposed skin. “I’ll make sure to deliver.”

“Hah,” you said, trying to keep calm. “Don’t you go overthinking now. it’s good. We’re good. We got this.”

“My, you sound worried?” There it was, the teasing in his voice again.

You smacked him on the shoulder, gently...this time. “Who’s that, don’t know her.”

The banter was calming, and so were the peppered kisses he left on your neck and jaw. It almost served to distract you as he moved his hips, positioning himself before the firm sensation of slowly being stretched caught your breath in your throat. You pulled at Fyodor, hands digging into his back and shoulder as his cock entered you.

For a moment, it was too much; the sensation overwhelming all of your senses. Fyodor was saying something but you could only nod, not really registering anything. Not until he started moving, you clenching instinctively before gradually easing off to Fyodor’s steady rhythm. 

It felt like wanting more and wanting to get away at the same time. But your hands wouldn’t let go of him, and in turn Fyodor only cupped your face, the kiss far less refined than you’d expect. He was warm, warmer. His flush spreading, his quiet huffs of pleasure reaching your ears as he kissed you there too. 

It was soon you let go in earnest, Fyodor’s presence engulfing you completely. He wasn’t the overwhelming type of lover; instead letting you slowly drown in his careful touches, the movement of his hips at a steady, almost leisurely pace. Like he wanted you to feel everything; the stretch of your inner walls as he bottomed out inside you, the slight brush of his hairs against your clit sending shocks of pleasure down your toes, and your head arching– exposing even more places for him to torment. A hand held your leg in place, raised almost up to his shoulder, Fyodor’s fingers digging into your under-thigh. 

It was too much. Too good. You wondered why you waited so long; what an idiot. You could have been doing this since ages.

You could have… and it wasn’t just the sex. The sounds–

“Hey… are you close?” you asked in between kisses.

Only a breathy, “mmhm…” escaped Fyodor’s lips, and you laughed soundlessly. 

Fyodor was becoming less and less talkative, it seemed. It brought a smile to your face and you pulled him back against you, tasting him. You trailed your fingers up and down his back, feeling him shiver against your touch. Fyodor groaned weakly into your kiss.

You loved the sounds he made. 

“Come on,” you whispered against his ear, feeling his cock twitch inside you. He was close, just a bit more… “Come on, Fyodor… for me.”

A breathless chuckle. “Who else for?” 

Your heart swelled. Oh…

He pulled at your hand, raising it to his lips– maybe he intended a kiss, but what ended up happening was him burying his face against your palm instead, breath hot and heavy. His pace increased, almost erratic as he held you in place. Or you held him. It was hard to tell. Your legs were trembling from the strain, but you barely noticed. Your insides were burning, the sensation almost overflowing. Almost…

“Oh God, oh my god–” You reached down, fingers swiftly finding your clit as you bit into your lower lip.

Your orgasm hit you, sudden and shattering. Breathing heavily, you rode on the feeling of bliss as hands pulled your face suddenly, feeling Fyodor’s temple rest against yours as he completely lost it. Hips hitting your sweet spot mercilessly, expanding your pleasure even more. 

You held him, hands wrapped around his shoulder as you whispered a string of, “I’m here, I’m here, come on, yes–” 

Fyodor’s body jolted, breath heavy against your lips as you felt him finish inside you. You had but a second to grab onto him firmly, keeping him in place as he ceremoniously collapsed on top of you. 

“I apologize,” Fyodor said, after a second. “I might have overexerted myself.”

You laughed. “You think? Damn.” 

For an anaemic he sure exceeded expectations. You couldn’t keep your grin from spreading.

After a few moments of peaceful resting, Fyodor raised himself on an elbow, wincing. He looked down at the mess you both made, and sighed.“I’ll get us some towels. Wait for me here, yes?”

You hummed, reaching to cup his cheek instead, drawing his attention back to you. “Or… we could just take a shower together?” You blinked innocently at him.

He raised a brow, unimpressed. “I feel that’s not the only thing on your mind.”

“Pshh. Of course it is.”

“Hm. Indeed.” And he smiled.

Gosh, you could melt into that smile. 

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i post about #ayatsuji yukito way too much

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true form sukuna sketch before class 🫡

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every single time i see this picture i wonder two things

1: who in bones is this down bad for ango. why are his official arts so cunty.

2: why is he caressing natsume. thats a whole ass man. that man is like double his age. did the artist register in their mind that that cat is an old man? like yes i know natsume is in the other two. but why is ango literally cuddling him. what is the REASON.

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Happy halloween!

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🎃Happy Halloween🎃 to all the final girls and slashers out there (and aliens I guess lol)

(It’s totally still halloween… somewhere)

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You could doodle your fave characters in the latest meme formats? Idk, artists seem to like that when they have art block.

I could definitely do that. I always love meme formatted art lol. Definitely a good idea thank anon homie

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I'm literally so lost rn on drawing ideas man. I must draw reeeee. Send doodle ideas or a character I should draw frfr I'll see if I can conjure something

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I completely forgot to post here...so...Jellyfish Sigma i guess!!!!

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BUNGOU STRAY DOGS GAIDEN: AYATSUJI YUKITO VS KYOUGOKU NATSUHIKO (2017-?) by oyoyo

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Happy Halloween 🎃 👻

It’s literally not Halloween for anyone anymore rip. But I drew this now cus I was busy all day. Have my precious girl in her little costume. What a cutie

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Happy Halloween everyone!!

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