#Decays of angels x reader

[justcallmesakira]

DOA trio (Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma) separately with a fem reader who

Absolutely loves everything pink, frilly and with bows.

Nsfw and sfw PLEEASSEE.

Fyodor definitely has an innocence kink or something..

"TIED YOU UP WITH RIBBONS"

Sypnosis: DOA trio with a s/o who is just obsessed with frilly dollete stuff!

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: bondage, clit teasing, use of vibrator, hickeys

A/N: PLEASE I LOVE DIS REQUEST SO FUCKING MUCH BECAUSE LITEARLY ME

FYODOR definitely likes well dressed women, its just his type!

I am pretty sure he can easily get you all types frilly stuff its really easy for him

Though he sometimes wonders why you are so obsessed with it infact hes more shocked when he sees your curtained bedroom

His eyes being flashed by all sorts of stuff like teddies, plushies bows pretty clothes

Sure he will act a bit judgy when he finally takes a seat in your feathery brown sofa but he will get used to it

No because i can see both yalls aesthetic being opposite he might even match fits with you!

Like for example for him dark coquette and you light coquette

Imagine calmly walking beside a lake in the afternoon with the clouds like gloomy???

I think he also likes seeing you in dolly like clothes like pink lolita skirts, big PUFFY ones and i mean puffy puffy.

NSFW MENTIONS★

I can totally see this one ride of a man have an innocence kink

I personally cant see fyodor be into bondage but he absolutely loves edging you for hours

Pressing a pink vibrator against you clit and watching you with a sadistic face as you whimper and beg to be his little fuck doll

Fyodor absolutely loves ruining your innocence especially if its in your bedroom because the you will be constantly reminded of last night

I can assure you NIKOLAI is more obsessed with dressing you like his doll then you being obsessed with pink

Not only in dollete clothes also in maid dresses with frills, pink nurse costumes, maybe even jester clothes

If you dont like the red and yellow then he will jjst make dress you into a soft pink and baby blue parriot like melanie in her Glued Up mv.

He loves doing your make up the most whether its heavy or just tinted he can do it pretty well

But what he enjoys the mlst is teasing you like asking you to mark him by revealing his collar

Nikolai definitely calls you innocent lamb, little fleece, angellete every type of pet name like this

Sometimes if you ask him to tie the ribbon he might tie it a bit too tight just to see you squirm in discomfort

NSFW MENTIONS ★

He definitely has a doll kink, shifting you here and there and using you like a marionette

Tying you up with pink laces, your wrists above your head just so he can see your pretty face whine and squirm

OKAY HEAR ME OUT nikolai specifically buying you those pretty lingerie sets you know the ones with like a transparent layer on top?

Nikolai very touchy so expect a larger hand at the top of you thighs at all times or stroking your white stockings randomly

I dont really know what to type for SIGMA because he already memorized your characteristics and stuff you like!

For example if you like big poofy skirt you will already have 10 different of them in ur closet all ready!

Hes actually intrested in your style

So one time you tied his hair in a ribbon and you just couldnt stop luaghing

I think sigma has really skilled hands so he can style your hair with different clips!

He isnt really a menace like the other two so you will just find him staring at your cotton teddies

You two switch both of them at night and he likes your one better because it reeks of strawberry <3

NSFW MENTIONS ★

Personally the thing i can see him doing is making you place hickeys on his neck

SORRY but i jst cant see him be kinky with an innocent type reader

He just wants to cuddle with you man😭

Infact sigma probably blushes and curses himself whenever hes staring at your stockings for too long

A/n: sorry it was short also FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT!!!

Tags! : @inojuuy @little-miss-chaoss @terururuko

Divider crds! : @muruffin

[nixnephili]

Fyodor

Finally got the portrait done for him~

Got a whole bunch of variants for you simps.

The Fangs are complimentary, not really lore related to the A.U.

-Nix🌙

[melliemell]

Pairing: Sigma x reader

Contents: NSFW, sex pollen, hand-job, blow-job, sigma's exemplary panic-managment (he's trying his best okay, he is), Sigma gets affected by a sex pollen and thinks he's perfectly capable of handling it by not handling it, Approx. 3.4k words

Sweat.

Sigma could feel it dripping down his back, his clothes becoming more and more uncomfortable. He stood stock-still, gaze glued to the file you gave him. He could barely read it, the words blending in with every stubborn blink to finally make sense of it. Some time had passed, but he could still hear you speaking, diligent as ever, as you reported on your most recent task.

Sigma was glad for your focus because he doubted he could keep up this front for long. Not when his recovery time was a mere 7.32 minutes. He timed it. He had to.

And then it would start again. 

It didn’t matter what he thought of or how many times he had to swallow down his own mortification– one hand would cover his mouth, the other working fast at unzipping his trousers before he was thrusting viciously in his palm, breaths ragged as muffled against his hold. He barely had time to think anything through, the need setting in sudden and merciless each time. He’s never had a high sexual drive to begin with, so wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking until he all but blanked out from the sensation– that was beginning to take its toll. The fact that he was still at work, glued to his desk, made it all the worse. And to top it all–

Nothing helped.

Which, well… Well. Sigma should have figured as much.

It’s not like he didn’t know how aphrodisiacs worked. 

He had hoped it was something else at first. He really should have focused on his morning paperwork instead of answering your call for assistance on a… problematic guest gathering. The drunkenness and rowdy screams had caused enough noise complaints to rouse the entire floor of the royal suites’ accommodations. Only, it wasn’t just alcohol.

A substance, dark as ink and staining just as easily– Sigma had made the mistake of inspecting one of the many bottles discarded at the scene, only for it to leave blotches on his fingertips, a headache not an hour later and one of the worst instances of arousal he had ever experienced in his life.

Waiting for your report was the only saving thought he could hold onto. And now to hear it, hear you– Sigma could only blink angrily at the sheets before him, mind blank save for the ticking clock by his desk and the need for you to go away go away go away.

Worst of all– you were with him then. Saw and wrote down everything he drew your attention to. Clenching his hand now would hide the marks there, yes, but it would only serve to quell his shame if just a bit. 

There was no point in it when you knew what was there. Your sympathetic gaze made it worse, even if you tried to maintain professionalism as you discussed the finer details of the substance and how the other guests were fairing after their exposure. 

“So far we’re certain the beverages were brought in from our own supply. Mostly wine, but there were quite a few hard liquors. Still no clarity on how the bottles we found were smuggled in, but the good news is that most of the effects are fading the majority of the guests who used it,” you said matter of fact, eyes reading off the tablet in your hands. 

You seemed calm. At least Sigma knew the situation was being handled by capable hands. 

He took a steady breath, jaw clenching as he forced an even voice. “Speak with Background Security about guest identification first. I’ll grant you access to their files and the Safety Feature protocol.” Identifying who the culprits were would be no issue for the Sky Casino. It was more a matter of time than success.

You nodded, handing forward your tablet for the access signature. “I’ll be done by 3 pm. Our suspects are narrowed down to seven individuals. I’ll pull them–”

“No,” Sigma said. His headache was back, making his hand tremble as he drew his pen over the screen. “Pull all of them through.”

You hesitated. “Sir, there were over 40 people on the list. Not counting the associates.” 

“Yes.”

“This will take a lot of time.”

Sigma looked up at you. “I am aware of that. Do it.”

It was an uncomfortable sight; having a coworker narrow their eyes at him, uncertainty written all over their features. This was proving to be far more troublesome than he liked. The Casino relied on him, he could not let his workers’ trust dwindle like this. 

“Sir,” and there was an edge to your voice. A warning, as you pierced his very being with your prodding observation.

Sigma stood up, leaning against his desk for support, just in case. He forced all the confidence he did not feel to seep into his posture. “It’s alright. I’ll wait for your findings.”

You sighed. “You don’t seem alright.”

“There’s nothing to fret over,” Sigma said, mustering a smile. It felt odd on his face.

Sigma’s worry began to rise again the longer you stood there watching him. 

Lower, the sensation of… something blooming anew was slowly ebbing away at his concentration. The thought of you seeing him like this was simply– mortifying. He could feel his trousers beginning to strain again, his cock filling with blood for god knows which time. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the effort.

Sigma kept a neutral face, not moving a muscle.

“Frankly, you look like shit, and I worry. You have three more meetings before the evening. You can’t attend in this state,” you said.

Sigma pursed his lips. “I will be available in time.” He didn’t dare think of the alternative.

You blinked, not fazed at all. “I could call for an adult escort to be brought.”

Sigma’s eyes widened. “Absolutely not,” he said, the words coming out rushed and completely unprepared for that proposition.

“We can be discreet about it. Say she’s a regular guest and remove all records afterwards.” You cocked your head, considering. “Oh, I apologize. Or he. Whichever you prefer, of course.”

Sigma sat slowly on his chair, hand grasped firmly over his mouth as he could only look at you, not fully grasping that you out of everyone would suggest– suggest such a–

He took in a steadying breath. “No?”

“The effects of the aphrodisiac reduce after sex. At least according to the guests we interviewed so far. It was a scent thing, so long as someone’s near. It will be quicker this way… and less uncomfortable,” you said, resting your tablet on the desk. Sigma pulled back, feeling his back hit the chair as you leaned closer. “You look as if you’ve not slept in days and you’re constantly sweating. Sir. I– it’s just an idea, but please consider it. I know how much you care for your work and I don’t want you to worry even more. It might help.”

This… this was a complete mess. Sigma’s body sagged, and he dropped his face in his hands as his elbows rested atop the desk. The idea was absurd. He’d never even think of it, let alone agree. His hope stayed with figuring out more about the substance and who brought it. 

Even if he had to wait for your findings. He will manage. 

He will.

And maybe you’d find access to some type of sedative? Anything to counter it. 

But… he didn’t have the time. 

Sigma looked up at you through splayed fingers, dejection in his eyes. 

“Hey there,” you said.

“Hello.” I hate this.

“It will be alright,” you said, gaze knowing. But then you softened, eyes kind as you said,  “I have great respect for you, sir, and whichever decision you make– it will not change that.”

Sigma felt warm, the heat spreading fast. It was the aphrodisiac's work, he was certain of it. But just for a moment, he wanted to pretend… pretend it was your kindness that reached out and cupped his frail heart. Had his breath hitch. Gave him enough strength to keep on. The Casino was all Sigma had, and he wanted to do the best he could for it. For all of you.

“Well,” you said, drumming a finger on the desk’s surface. 

Sigma followed the movement with his eyes, mind going blank. Your hand was slender, fingers long and moving with an air of elegance the longer he looked. He liked them.

You were waiting for an answer. He couldn’t keep you here longer. Sigma closed his eyes, eyelids heavy with the weight of his failures. “Don’t call anyone. Please.” The thought of having a… a stranger touch him like that. Having to be this close and vulnerable–against his will if he’s honest–no. Such acts were reserved for lovers; someone who cared. He couldn’t use somebody like that, only to discard them later like it all meant nothing. It would feel even worse knowing they’d do the same to him. “I don’t want that.” 

“I understand,” you said, bowing in respect. “Although–”

Sigma wanted to shrivel up and die. “What is it?”

“Why not?”

“You’re asking me why I don’t want to bring a prostitute to our establishment?”

“Yes,” you said, calm as ever. It was driving Sigma mad by the second.

“Please go deal with Background Security,” Sigma said flatly.

“Oh, I apologize,” you said. Still hovering.

As much as it pained him to admit it, Sigma really needed you to leave. Now. Right now. The strain on his trousers was nearing painful, and the dampness from his already smeared precum made every move shoot jolts of sensation down his spine. He could feel his cheeks burning. What a sight he was making; all the more reasons to spare further embarrassment. 

For the both of you. 

Something must have slipped because instead of heading for the door, you took a step closer. “Damn it, I feel bad,” you began. “Just– you look really bad. Puffy.”

Sigma pursed his lips. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome? Sorry. I mean– I wanted to ask, although I’m no expert or with much skill, to be frank, I wouldn’t mind helping. You have a meeting in about an hour, you might make it if it works.”

Sigma just stared. 

It’s not that he didn’t hear your words, it’s just that you did not just say that. Not only was this unprofessional, it was downright unacceptable for this to even cross your mind. He would never take advantage of an employee like that left a bitter taste in his mouth. And yet…

And yet.

Sigma remained still, forcing his every muscle to move, to say something. He could only look on at you, dumbfounded. Maybe it was the shock that–

No. No. 

“I can’t possibly do that to you, it is unacceptable.”

“Oh, not sex, don’t worry,” you corrected. “I could use my hands and it would probably work as well. So technically I’ll be “doing’’, not you. I don’t mind. If you’re comfortable with that?”

…Right. 

Sigma buried his head in his hands. 

He didn’t feel comfortable with anything. Let alone that. He knew you were waiting for an answer, standing patiently before him. Probably looking at him even now. God, how pathetic he must look. He has nothing impressive about him; not much to look at, really. Yet he was the man you should look up to as your employer. The one you could rely on in times of crisis. 

Not the other way around. 

Sigma curled up even further in himself. “I’m so sorry.”

A man like him should never have been put in such a high position. He knew sooner or later you’d all realize. He was not cut out for this, any of it.

A caress, gentle yet firm. Sigma froze, feeling your hand rest on his shoulder. Your thumb moved, the gesture almost calming.

“Sigma-san?” Your voice was close. Had you moved? Sigma wasn’t sure. He didn’t dare raise his head.

“Sigma-san.” 

Firmer this time. The hand trailed to his back, and then another joined, the feeling of being engulfed spreading as you all but draped yourself over his back, your embrace pulling him closer to you as you rested a cheek on the top of his head. 

“What are you doing?” Sigma asked, voice trembling. 

“You looked like you needed it,” you said, squeezing him even closer. “I’m sorry too.”

“What for?”

“If I had dealt with those guests alone you would’ve been okay. I’m sorry it happened like that. But to be honest, I was panicking. Your presence helped a lot,” you said.

“Oh,” was all Sigma could say. 

You stayed like that for some time, your breathing the only sound in the wide open space of Sigma’s office. He tried to relax as best as he could, but the conversation you two had, combined with having a full body pressed so close to his now… You felt his shivers begin to appear, a chill running through his entire body as he desperately fought against it. 

Too close. 

You were too close and Sigma could barely keep it straight. Your skin was cold, pleasant against his and all the more tempting. 

He could just bury his face against your neck, try and collect himself. But he was scared that if he moved, your hand would stop caressing his hair, playing absently with his locks as you rested against him. He wasn’t going to survive this, Sigma knew that. He groaned in exasperation.

You hummed atop his head. “Tell me what to do.”

It wasn’t a request, but not an order either. Just words floating between you as he pieced their meaning together. Somehow, it clicked quicker this time. “This is more than enough. You don’t have–”

“Might as well cross the bridge since we’re at it,” you said, pulling away.

Sigma closed his eyes, dragging in a calming breath. The more he thought of where this was going, the more his confidence dwindled. He hated to admit it, but leaving you lead was the only calming grace he could think of. With heavy eyelids Sigma looked up at you as he uncurled from himself as best he could. “Okay,” he said, short and simple. Easy.

If only it felt like that.

The first wave of shock came when you pulled him up, positioning yourself beside him as Sigma leaned on the desk, eyes blinking and cheeks getting redder and redder. Heat pooled beneath his naval as you tugged his trousers down, concentration written all over your features. The moment Sigma’s cock came free, a cold shiver ran up his back. Keeping as quiet as he could, he waited for your hesitant touch. 

Your hands felt cold against him, but any thought of discomfort flew out the window as the first stroke of your long fingers against his shaft had Sigma clinging to his desk for dear life.

Sigma released a shaking breath, his brows furrowed as you moved your hand, drawing forth his pleasure with every stroke. His tip began leaking again, precum trailing down his shaft. Your fingers reached up, spreading it over his tip even more, drawing a low moan from Sigma’s lips in the process. 

“Oh, this is good?” you asked, using his wetness to draw forth more stimulation. 

“Yes,” Sigma panted, his face blazing bright red. Looking at you now would be the end for him.

He’s masturbated before, of course, but nothing born out of desperation quite as this. Your body felt warm against his, anchoring him in case he lost even more of his balance. Sigma rocked his hips, breath ragged, seeking more of your attention. This was humiliating, yet his body acted on its own, melting underneath you. 

Sigma buried his face against your neck, stifling another moan just in time as you sweezed harder. He didn’t know how much experience you had, but you were taking your time with him, observing and testing out with your movements.

Soon Sigma felt like a mess, and he probably looked like one too. You had nudged his legs wider at some point, nestling in between them as you pushed him back on the desk, his bare ass planted atop the files meant for reading.

And not this. 

The world was spinning, his cock harder than he’d ever been and leaking enough to coat your firm grasp in its sheen. The sound of it too, slick and lewd with your strokes made his insides twist, his Addam’s apple bobbing every time he swallowed back a moan.

Sigma’s eyelids felt heavy so he kept his eyes closed. Having you so close to him was beyond him now. He could feel your hand stroking his cheek, pushing strands of hair over his shoulder or playing with his earlobe, tugging gently.

It was overwhelming– all those sensations coming from everywhere and all at once. He wondered if you’d kiss him. You haven’t yet. The longer this stretched the more his mind wandered– to your warm breath against his cheek, lips parting as you explored his tongue with yours. He wanted…

“Hey,” you said, smiling at him.

“Hey,” he could only answer, seeking more of your touch. The muscles in his lower belly quivered, Sigma’s breath hitching as the pressure was building more and more.

“You’re okay, right? It’s good?” you asked–

–and Sigma had to open his eyes then, show you what you’re doing to him when he was certain his words would fail him.

But he wasn’t met with your gaze. No, you were looking down, almost transfixed by the way his skin moved as you dragged it up and down his shaft. You had used some of your saliva earlier to ease the movement, sending Sigma in an even bigger spiral. The sight was engraved in his mind for all eternity.

“That’s a stupid question,” he breathed, swallowing hard.

A thoughtful, “hmm…”  was all you gave him, and you tilted your head, an idea springing to mind.  “Actually–”

Words cut by the sudden shrill of the desk phone ringing, freezing you both in place as the melody engulfed you.

Fuck. “Oh, no.” 

You peeked over Sigma’s shoulder. “Told you there’s no time. Meeting’s manager?”

“Yes,” Sigma said, sight growing foggy again as your thumb moved over his leaking slit, forcing a shiver out of him. “No, wait– I…”

“Don’t send to voicemail, but don’t pick up either. Just– give me a moment.”

This was the second shock Sigma experienced. Barely having time to react, to blink away the confusion of your words before you knelt down, lowering your head and–

A low guttural moan escaped Sigma’s lips, head thrown back as you took his length into your mouth. The phone was still ringing, distant to Sigma’s ears.. The only thing in focus was your tongue licking down the length of his dick before drawing back to swirl around his tip. 

Again and again and again.

You bobbed your head, the movement fast and precise. Sigma’s abdomen began to twitch and he had to grab onto his mouth to stifle the string of moans that threatened to slip any second. He didn’t expect you to do this, you weren’t supposed to– 

Your hand grabbed onto his thigh for support, your nails digging into his flesh. Sigma hissed, feeling his eyes water, and he knew he was near. He could  feel it rising and rising faster than he could articulate. 

“Wa–” 

Not even paying attention to him, you tongued his slit before letting Sigma’s cock bottom out in your throat, your little hums of encouragement pushing, until– 

Sigma tipped over the edge in seconds, barely having time to warn you as his load shot down your throat. He was a mess, trembling all over and he could only look down at you in shock, blinking his long lashes stupidly as you brushed the saliva trailing down your chin. The sight of it still– you between his legs, his cock still in your hand as it slowly became flaccid. Even seeing it, comprehending what happened, was another story in itself.

“Come on,” you said, pulling his underwear up. “Guess we made it in time.”

It took a second before Sigma realized, before he heard the phone still ringing.  

He groaned, running a hand through his face. “That’s why?”

“We still have work to do,” you said, and you slowly stretched up. 

“Yeah.” And a small little tug formed in Sigma’s chest. One that wanted a bit more time. Just…

His hand reached, picking up the phone. “Hello? Yes, I’ll be…”

You looked at him then, shaking your head in amusement. It was a comfort, in a way; knowing you’re still on good terms as you poked him in the cheek before patiently sitting on his chair to wait out his call.

After all, you had quite a bit to discuss after this.

[solemnvelvetangel]

"One kiss is all it takes" - Where BSD men like to be kissed

Notes:

July 3rd, 2024

Characters included: Osamu Dazai, Chuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Tecchou Suehiro, Sigma

Word Count: 578

GN! Reader

Content Warning: Body insecurity in Dazai's part, minor haphephobia (fear of being touched) in Fyodor's part, Tecchou and Nikolai being horrifically down bad.

Self-indulgent. May do a part two?

___

Osamu Dazai: Neck

Good lord-

His neck is long and thin, the skin is often red and irritated because of the bandages rubbing on them.

However, his neck is also very sensitive.

He feels shivers run down his spine if you kiss there.

Growing up, one of his insecurities was his body being very skinny, especially his neck.

So, feeling someone kissing him there is… Oddly healing to him.

Kissing on his neck is something that he craves on a daily basis.

Chuya Nakahara: Lips

Chuya is a simple man who likes to be kissed on the lips.

One kiss to the lips by his partner will have him down for the count.

If you bite his lip, his brain will explode.

He has no issue kissing you in front of people, they can stare if they want.

His lips are very soft, he always has chapstick on hand.

If you run your fingers through his hair and give it a slight tug while kissing him, his heart might give out right then and there.

Fyodor Dostoevsky: Back of the hand

I often pictured Fyodor having very large hands, as well as him having very long fingers.

They’re so pretty, how can anyone not kiss them?

When you first kissed his hand, he got chills and his heart started racing.

He genuinely thought he was sick or dying.

Typically, He doesn’t like to be touched because it disgusts him, but… he can make a few exceptions.

The feeling of your lips on his skin makes him weak.

He’ll melt if you kiss the back of his hand and slowly make a trail of kisses to the tips of his fingers.

Nikolai Gogol: Forehead

You would figure a mischievous person like himself would always be down to steal a kiss on the lips or on the neck, but… he actually likes to be kissed on the forehead.

He himself is not really sure why he prefers it over anywhere else to be kissed.

If you slowly push back his bangs before you do it, he’s gone.

If he’s sitting down and you tilt his chin upwards to get a better reach to give him a kiss on the forehead, he’s gone.

Call him a “pretty boy” or a “good boy” and kiss him on the forehead after? Gone.

To be honest, he’s gone if you kiss him anywhere in general.

Tecchou Suehiro: Lips

Tecchou is nothing more than a simple man who loves to be kissed on the lips.

He’s subtle about it, but he’ll always find an excuse to get a kiss from you.

He could kiss you all day, if you’d let him.

This man will kiss you on the lips like he is starved.

A hand pulling you in by the waist, the other on your cheek as he deepens the kiss...

His lips are so unbelievably soft.

If you tease him by acting like you're going to kiss his lips and then swerving to kiss his cheek or forehead or literally anywhere else, he gets mad.

Sigma: Cheek

Sigma loves being kissed on the cheek.

To best explain: it feels like praise in the form of physical affection to him.

Giving him a couple rapid kisses in a row on his cheeks will have him flustered.

When you kiss him on the cheek, he will always give one back.

If he’s sitting in a chair and you come up behind him, wrap your arms around his shoulders, and give him a kiss on the cheek from behind, it will have his heart racing.

[dietcokegirly12]

“Behave”

featuring fyodor doestovsky ✧˖✟₊ .⊹♱ ݁ ˖

꒰ ── ˚⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺˚ ── ˚ ── ˚⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺˚ ── ꒱

creds to the original artists!! i found these on pinterest :)

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tags: lapsitting, slight voyerism, dry-humping in public, degrading, name-calling (slut, whore, etc.), manipulation, slapping, choking, spitting, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, etc etc

word count: 2k

dead dove do not eat! dark content, mdni!

KINKTOBER OCT. 30 ⁺‧₊☽ 🀦 ☾₊‧⁺

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"Fedyaaa.." you whine, tugging slightly on your boyfriend's sleeve. He was supposed to be heading to a Decay of Angels meeting with all of the members right now, but you just couldn't bear the thought of him leaving you, even for a second.

He brushes his hair back before donning his fluffy ushanka. "What is it, my love?"

"I don't want you to gooo..." you pout slightly, huffing at his attempts to push you off him.

He finally manages to untangle you from him, turning slightly to tilt his head in apology. "I have to, Myshka."

He places a small, chaste kiss on your forehead before turning to the door. "Be good for me while I'm gone."

But before he can close the door all the way, you block it with your foot, looking at him pleadingly. "Pleaseee Fedya. Just... take me with you! I want to go too! Take me to your meeting!"

He raises an eyebrow at this, chuckling. "Oh? Do you know how long these meetings are, my love?"

As you gaze at him imploringly, he finally relents in to your desires. "Fine. You really are insatiable."

As your eyes light up and you happily press yourself to him again, nuzzling into his chest, he opens the door again, saying to you sternly, "But you better be on your best behavior, these are important people that I'm working with, and I don't need you causing me any trouble."

You nod eagerly, always happy to please your Fyodor, and not wanting him to change his mind and make you stay.

He looks you over one last time, before sighing and holding you close to him as he leads you both down the hall toward the meeting room.

─── ˏˋ ꒰ ˚ ༘ ｡♡₊ 🖇️ ₊˚ ꒱ ˎˊ ─── ˏˋ ꒰ ˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡₊ 🖇️ ₊˚ ꒱

Which is how you found yourself here.

Sat primly atop Fyodor’s lap, staring around the room in pure boredom as the members droned on and on about who knows what.

“The Detective Agency has… it’s crucial that they don’t figure out our approach… we must start planning and we’re going to need Fyodor’s ability of…”

Frustrated, you shift around, feeling Fyodor’s cold fingers curl around your waist in warning.

As he had ushered you in, there had not been enough chairs, since there were a specific amount of members in attendance, so you were forced to sit on your boyfriend’s lap, not that you were complaining.

Although at first the members had grumbled about the intrusion of you, worried you were going to leak confidential information, Fyodor had quickly put a stop to it, warning them that as his girlfriend that they should be respectful when speaking to you, his hand around the small of your back protectively.

But it had been hours since then, and they were still talking, showing no sign of adjournment any time soon.

Fyodor had barely talked the entire time, and currently was watching the meeting with a look almost bordering contempt. You knew Fyodor hated these meetings, thinking they were pointless and time-consuming, and now that you were here with him, you could clearly see why. And as the meeting progressed on and on, you were beginning to feel increasingly more aroused by the bulge underneath you, practically pushed up against your throbbing pussy.

As the man you believe is called Fukuchi proceeds to go on and on about how important whatever mission they had next in their plans was, you shift again, this time more intentional.

He doesn't show any sign of acknowledgment, so you back up slightly into him, pretending to stretch while simultaneously dragging your needy cunt across his lap languidly, so as not to be noticed by the others.

Not a single part of him reacts, his breathing as steady as always. The only way you can tell this is having any effect on him at all, is the way he shifts his hips upward ever so slightly and you feel his long, hard cock press into you insistently.

Oblivious, Fukuchi keeps going, as the member you think is called Nikolai, begins to babble some nonsense, causing a soft murmuring of disagreement to break out.

Before you even have time to process what's happening, Fyodor is lifting you up by the hips very, very slightly so as not to be noticed by the others while beginning to grind you back and forth across his lap, the feeling of his long, narrow cock brushing against you through his pants teasing, yet not enough to satiate your needs.

"What did I say about misbehaving?" he rasps out, and you can't help but try and turn to face him, a small whine slipping out.

Without speaking, he effortlessly grasps your chin and turns your face back to the front in order to not arouse suspicion.

Your breathing grows heavier as you feel his grinding become more incessant, his pants darkening from your slick rapidly pooling from between your thighs.

Meanwhile, Nikolai and Fukuchi's dispute had steadily grown into a heated argument, the sound of them fighting drowning out any other disturbances as you begin to roll your hips against him, needing more friction for the pulsing of your clit. As you find a perfect pace, you have to bow your head down to hide the expression of ecstasy you're making, soft whimpers and huffs beginning to slip out of you.

Harshly, Fyodor tugs your head back up by pulling you by the hair roughly, his soft accented voice murmuring quietly into your ear, "Not a sound, doll."

You nod, shifting again as you feel him place one hand over your lap, his fingers spreading over your pussy as his other hand grips your waist to continue moving you back and forth.

And as the argument begins to get more and more out of control, yells of frustration from Fukuchi as Nikolai giggles deviously, you can't help but try and shift to go faster, Fyodor's pace barely satisfying your needs. He quickly puts a stop to that though, his grip tightening to slow you again.

Frustrated, and needing more, you reposition yourself to straddle one of his thighs, the crux of your heat directly between him, and relieving the pressure between your thighs.

He shakes his head slightly, his smooth, accented voice humming into your ear. Normally, he would never condone these actions, always insisting on good behavior, especially in public, but your hopes were lifting as you thought maybe he had finally given into his desires for once.

He begins to bounce you on his knee, pressing into your cunt and causing a soft sigh of relief to leave you as you try to grind against him for more, your stomach tightening.

As his bouncing of you grows gradually faster, you see Sigma glance over at you two, and you instantly freeze, your breath hitching.

You shrink back, waiting for Fyodor to stare at you with daggers in his eyes full of disappointment, anger, and disgust, at misbehaving against his will and getting you both caught.

But instead, Fyodor's cool hands come to grip tightly around your waist and he gazes steadily back at Sigma, tilting his head as if daring him to say something, making direct eye contact as he starts to bounce you on his knee again.

Sigma's cheeks flush pink, and he quickly turns away, back to where Fukuchi has begun to get angrier.

Suddenly, he stands up with a shout. "Alright! Meeting's over! I think we've discussed everything that needs to be taken care of, and quite frankly, I think we're all done with this bullshit!"

With that, he storms out of the room, Nikolai practically hysterical as he prances after him. Sigma and Bram exchange looks before dutifully filing out of the room as well, leaving you and Fyodor alone together.

The second the door clicks shut, Fyodor has you flipped in an instant, lifting you by the thighs to press you against the table the meeting had just been held at, hovering over you. His cool breath fans across your face, his Russian accent coming out more strongly than usual as he bends down to kiss you ferociously, tongue gliding precisely across your mouth.

"What a little slut you are, Myshka," He shakes his head in amused disbelief, surprising you as you wait nervously for anger to flash across his face. "Demanding my attention in the middle of a meeting like that."

You whimper in response, tangling your hands in his long hair as you pull off his ushanka.

"Open your mouth." He demands, voice slightly raspy as he tilts your face up to his, and you don't hesitate to obey, opening wide enough to allow your pink tongue to loll out.

Fyodor leans over you for a second before spitting softly, even his saliva slightly cool and minty-tasting in your mouth. You swallow instinctively, much to his pleasure as he murmurs at the sight, tracing a finger down your throat to follow the movement.

You whine again, trying to shift against where he has your hips firmly pinned to the table underneath you, and finally he relents, prying open your legs as he pushes down his pants enough to reveal his impressively long, narrow cock.

"Is this what you wanted, love? Is it why you interrupted my meeting with your relentless desires?"

As you nod desperately, his hand comes to your throat, tightening as he begins to push his length into your sopping cunt, stretching you obscenely around him.

"Just couldn't wait, hm?" His tone has a slight edge to it that you would've paid more attention to if you weren't in absolute euphoria at how he prodded at all the right spots in you.

You moan in reply as he begins a steady pace, his movements every bit as calculated and meticulous as he was, brushing your cervix with every thrust.

Your cunt sucks him in further, lewd squelching sounds ensuing as you get more and more worked up, knowing you weren't going to last from just how long you had been craving this, craving him.

And just as you're teetering on the edge, crying out his name softly as he praises and urges you on, mere seconds from allowing white-hot pleasure to lick through your entire body, he stops.

"Do you really think you deserve anything?"

You look up to see his face resembling the one you had expected to see earlier, expression turning angry and displeased as all the daggers he had been saving are now thrown in your face. "I don't think you do."

He pulls out, leaving you feeling empty as fear and pain seizes your chest, feeling the most scared you've ever felt of Fyodor before. You knew it was too good to be true, escaping without punishment for your earlier actions.

"Dirty little whores like you deserve to become prostitutes on the streets." He looks you over one more time, before turning away, smoothing his coat down, and adjusting his pants. "Disgusting."

You swallow. "Fedya I..."

"Don't say my name with that filthy mouth of yours, until you've learned your place. I gave you the privilege of coming to one of my meetings, and you decided to display yourself like a common slut. Did you enjoy having Sigma watch your little debacle, is that it?"

You quickly shake your head protesting. "N-no! No I swear I..."

His palm comes to strike your cheek, making your head whip to the side as you gasp.

"I never said you could speak. And you're not going to, until you can learn to know your place, and become a proper woman, one that I would be proud to display to my members."

And it's in that moment that you realize, just like all his other victims, you had fallen into the infamous Fyodor Doestovsky's traps, all the love and affection he had once showered upon you proving only a way to make you stay with him forever, desperate for his validation, until there was nothing left of you.

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[mncxbe]

pls pls pls can i pls ask for a part 3 of taking a bath with them ??? maybe with fyodor nikolai and sigma ??? i LOVED the other two parts you made , they are amazing !

TYSM I'm so happy to hear that and yes of course I'll make a DoA part. I romanticized Fyodor so much oh my I loved writing his part. Hope you enjoy dear♡ also tysm for 150 followers love you guys

Taking a bath with them♡ p3

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓, 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂, 𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff/ slight smut♡

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: mentions of drowning in Nikolai's part but it's silly

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓

due to his occupation he has to change hideouts/ houses quite often so y'all always use your tub.

not a big fan of bubbles but enjoys herbal scented oils

due to his anemia Fyodor can't handle really hot baths so the water is lukewarm most of the times

he's usually the one who pampers you, but after a harsh day he may let you wash his back and hair (let's be honest he needs it)

play some classical music, light a candle and brew him a cup of tea and he's all yours for the rest of the night

may not show it all the time but he's so grateful for spending time like this with you

It was around 10 p.m and you were getting ready to sleep when you heard a faint knock on your door.

"Yes?" you asked quietly as not to disturb the neighbours; the walls in your apartment building tended to be quite thin.

"It's me, my love" spoke the man from the other side.

You immediately unlocked the door and let your boyfriend inside, throwing your arms around his neck. "I missed you so much Fedya" you said in a sweet voice, gaining a chuckle from him.

Fyodor caressed the small of your back with his gloved hands, gently squeezing the plush of your hips "There, there darling. Thanks for letting me in."

"Of course"

You stepped away from him, giving him space to undress. Watching him stuggle to untie his shoelaces and hang his hoat, you couldn't help but notice how exhausted he looked.

"Tough day at work?" you asked, raising a brow.

"Yes, my love." he confessed, trying to keep his composure. Fyodor was still in the process of learning to be vulnerable around you so he tried to keep up appearances most of the time. Yet, he could not fool you.

"Would you like me to fix a bath for us? It'll help you wind down a little."

"That would be most wonderful, my dearest." he nodded, trying to suppress the smile that rose to his lips.

"Alright. Just give me a moment."

Around twenty minutes later the bath was finally ready. You had filled the tub to the brim with tepid water and threw in a few drops of his favourite essential oils: wintergreen and sweet orange.

"Mm it smells amazing sweetheart" he stated as he entered the bathroom. A slight smirk made his way to his lips when he saw you in the tub. "But I may love the sight of you even more"

He quickly took off his clothes and joined you, silently enjoying the pink tint that stained your cheeks.

After a few minutes in the water Fyodor started getting sleepy so he let his head fall back and closed his eyes. The sweet fragrance of the oils was soothing his senses and the water was just warm enough to relax his tense muscles.

He suddenly opened his eyes when he felt you shift closer to him. "Come on, Fedya, let me wash your hair."

Normally he would refuse, but considering his state he couldn't muster up the energy to say no. He simply turned his back to you, relishing the feeling of your lithe fingers gently massaging his scalp; at some point you started slowly humming a familiar melody. His shoulders jolted faintly at the sound of your voice.

"Ah, дорогая. I didn't know you liked Tchaikovsky."

"Well, I'm starting to enjoy classical music. I wonder why." you teased, placing a kiss on his cheek. You quickly rinsed off the shampoo and conditioned his hair before washing his back and shoulders. Tonight, your boyfriend was more quiet than usual but you didn't mind it; simply having him by your side again was enough.

"And you're all done" you informed him as you washed away the remainings of soap. "Ready to go to bed now?"

Fyodor nodded and got up, wrapping a towl around himself. "Thank you, my dearest." he said as he helped you out of the tub "I cherish you with all my heart."

"It's really nothing, мой любимый." you replied, struggling to pronounce the foreign words correctly.

Your partner chuckled and gently stroked your head; his violet eyes were gleaming with pride. "I see you're also learning Russian. Я горжусь тобой"

"Er... I didn't get that far yet." you babbled shyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behing your ear. Fyodor's lips curled into a smile.

"I said I'm proud of you~"

Once you were in bed your partner's arms snaked around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace. He thanked you again for sharing this moment with him and showed his gratitude by leaving a trail of feathery kisses along your neck.

"Mm Fedya let's go sleep. It's late" you whispered, attempting to conceal the hint of desire in your voice.

"All right, my love. But I'd like to ask you one more thing before." he chuckled lightly

"What is it?"

"Sing me some more next time we do this."

𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒊

this man's bathroom is full of mirrors you cannot change my mind; the floor has those black and white tiles and the tub is in the middle of the room

doesn't mind bubble baths but he has a strange fascination for bath bombs

he is so handsy oml

every five minutes he's like "Riddle me this, dove" and begins to tell you all sorts of silly riddles

performs magic tricks for you if you ask him

"Kolya... I think that's enough". For the past ten minutes you've been watching your lover throw bath bomb after bath bomb in your square shaped tub.

"Nah one more dove I promise I'll be done." He spoke the words in his usual perky voice, without averting his gaze from the fizzy bubbles that rose to the surface. The water was coloured in a hue of pink, red and purple, resembling the twilight sky.

"Alright dove, hop in" he finally said before sliding in the ceramic tub.

You carefully slipped out of the silk robe that you were wearing and joined your boyfriend; as you were about to seat yourself, he swiftly hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap, deliberately pressing you against his pelvis.

"Oh take care pretty girl. You're going to get me all riled up" he snickered, running his fingers up and down your thigh.

"Aha so it's my fault now" you teased, narrowing your eyes at him.

He flashed you a suggestive smile before resting his chin on your shoulder; your eyes started darting around the room. No matter how many times you took a bath in Nikolai's bathroom you could never get used to the eerie atmosphere: the walls were covered in mirrors, making you lose the sense of space.

The biggest mystery was the source of light; the room was dimly lit, the golden light seeminly coming from the mirrors themselves.

"A magician doesn't reveal his tricks, dove" stated your partner whenever you asked him about the strange luminescence.

This time was no different. The feeling of nervousness was starting to take over you, your heart beating faster. The sudden change in your demeanour caused your partner to giggle.

"Aww is my little dove getting anxious? Now we can't have that let me help you relax a little"

His lithe digits gently squeeze the upper part of your thigh, moving closer to your core. You tried to seize his wrist but he stopped you.

"Nuh uh dolly. Be good and stay still for me, will you?" he purred, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

Your cheeks began to bloom with colour at his daring words, but you laid back against his chest.

"Good" he chuckle, resuming his movements. His thumb brushed over your clit, gaining a soft moan from you. Nikolai's ministrations continued for a couple of minutes, his needy hands not leaving any part of you untouched; his lips trailed along your neck, leaving lovebites and sweet kisses.

Your tense muscles slowly began to relax, every tender touch leaving you yearning for more. Your breath hitched when his digits finally slid along your folds, lightly parting them before...

"That's about enough, my dove. You're going to get all wrinkly if we don't get out of the water."

"Nah, just a few more minutes please" you whined, drawing his hand close to your core again.

"Look how impatient you are now, how cute. I'll give you more when we get to bed" he cooed, gently pinching your cheek.

You still insisted on staying a few more minutes, just to spite him; but he ultimately agreed.

"I'm surprised you agreed to take a bath with me again. Considering what happened last time..." he eventually said

"What? Oh yea you tried to drown me in this fizzy water."

"Yes, I did" he snickered as he placed his index finger under your chin and made you face him. "But you know why I stopped?"

You shook your head, holding his loving gaze; his eyes bore a shadow of longing.

"Well, my little dove, I decided to be selfish for once in my life. I figured that loving you in captivity is better than hoping that our dead souls will be bound for all eternity."

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂

it takes a while to convince him to bathe with you, but he'll do whatever it takes to please you

has both a regular tub and a jacuzzi in his casino

he treats you like a queen and blushes so hard when he sees you naked for the first time

Sigma doesn't have much free time so the baths don't usually last long, but he makes the most of that time

lets you wash and braid his hair and is incredibly fond of lavender and vanilla scented candles

You liked the sky casino: with its glitz and sophisticated night life. Seemingly a pretty normal place during the day, the casino turned into an airborne Sin City at night. The crystal chandeliers were all gleaming, music was roaring, drinks were poured and guests wearing glamorous garments walked the hallways of the gambling house till the sun came up.

But what you loved most about the casino was its manager. You don't remember exactly when the two of you got this close, but Sigma was now one of the people you cherished most in life. He was a caring boyfriend and although he didn't have much free time on his hands he always managed to spend a couple of hours with you every day.

Tonight he prepared a bath for the two of you. When you entered the bathroom adjoining your bedroom, you were instantly struck by the light scent of lavender.

Sigma was crouching next to the tub, testing the water.

"Hey honey" you chuckled "What are you doing?"

His head snapped towards you at the sound of your voice. "Oh, hi Y/N. I got a bath ready for us. Will you join me?"

He extended a hand for you and, before taking it, you quickly stripped off your cocktail dress and tip toed to him. Although you were still wearing your lingerie, your boyfriend's face turned a pretty shade of pink. He carefully twirled you around once, admiring your figure.

"Gorgeous as ever, darling" he smiled as he briefly pulled you into a hug. "Now get in the tub before the water turns cold, okay?"

You stepped out of your undergarments while he took off his clothes and soon you were both immersed in the scented water.

The night sky was visible through the large window of the bathroom; it was tinged an inky black, like the depths of the sea. The stars always appeared washed out from the ground, but up here they gleamed like sapphires.

You ran your fingers through Sigma's silky hair, gently separating it into strands.

"What are you doing back there?" he asked playfully, trying to turn to face you.

"Stay still, hon. I'm just braiding your hair."

You entwined his white and lilac curls, forming a beautiful pattern. During this time your partner was anxiously checking his clock.

"Do you need to leave already?" you asked in an understanding tone.

"Not yet. But some important guests will be arriving tomorrow at noon and I haven't managed to learn anything about them yet."

"Oh don't worry darling. You'll do great"

"I suppose..." he muttered.

After finishing his last braid, you spun him around so that you were facing each other. Your arms snaked around his neck and you pressed his forehead against yours.

"Listen to me, love. You're incredible at your job but you work too much. Take some time to relax, ok? You deserve it more than anyone."

You spoke tenderly, placing feathery kisses all over his face. Sigma's hands grabbed the plush of your hips, pulling your body closer to his and kissed you. He wasn't usually the one to initiate such saccharine affections, so his boldness took you by surprise. Nevetheless you indulged him, your manicured nails languidly grazing the back of his neck.

Your partner deepened the kiss as a response to your actions and tugged you impossibly close to him. Whenever Sigma kissed you, you saw the starry sky behind your closed eyes.

The tender moment was abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Sir?" spoke a man in meek voice "I know you've specifically requested not to be disturbed tonight, but you are needed in the game room. There's been a misunderstanding between two players."

"I'll be there in a moment" Sigma responded, trying his best to conceal the annoyance in his voice. The steps of the valet soon faded in the distance.

"I'm sorry I have to go so soon, love. I promise I'll make it up to you"

"There's no need, my angel." you hummed "I'll wait for you in bed, okay?"

He nodded eagerly before stepping out of the tub; you watched him dry himself with the white towels you kept under the sink and hurriedly put on his clothes. His heels clicked against the tiled floor as he made his way to the door.

"See you soon!" he chimed, closing the door with a thud.

After your partner had left, your gaze turned once again to the infinite blackness beyond the window. Then and there, your realized that you were in face a night sky too; and your lover was the multitude of stars that made you shine bright like a diamond.

[aluraveil]

♡ Poly relationship with Yandere Fyodor, Nikolai, and Sigma!! ♡

If you were the darling of 3 of the 5 members of the Decay of Angels, it would be pretty bad luck for you.

All 3 of them are very possessive of you just like any other yandere. All 3 of them aren't very strict with you, the only rule is that escaping isn't allowed. Fyodor, Nikolai, and Sigma all know that there's no escaping from them with their vast connections and excellent combat skills plus the thousands of people under their command. They're confident that even if you somehow manage to escape, they can easily bring you back. If somehow they still can't find you, they might even pay a visit to Fitzgerald and "borrow" his Eyes of God.

Fyodor is the scariest one out of the trio. Unlike Nikolai, he doesn't necessarily give off a very friendly vibe. Fyodor gives off a don't-piss-me-off-or-you-will-regret-it vibe. It looks like Fyodor is always staring at you and judging you secretly with his challenging and cold gaze.

Fyodor often likes testing you, such as leaving the front door unlocked or even giving you an opportunity to escape. The first time you took the opportunity you were immediately caught and dragged back. Fyodor was dissapointed with you and you certainly didn't want to see him angry.

Fyodor sometimes even flirts with you just to mess with you and to see your reaction. It makes him laugh whenever he sees you blushing or getting nervous.

Fyodor can be pretty sweet with you sometimes and he loves giving you gifts! For your birthday he got you cake and flowers which made you happy. Fyodor glanced in awe at you as you happily ate cake without a care in the world.

Fyodor often calls you his Myshka (little mouse) as a nickname for you. It's only right for him because he's the leader of the Rats of the House of the Dead.

One time you even went with him into the underground base and you saw him typing away with a huge computer setup. Whenever you're at the base, Fyodor wants you to be in the same room. Under different circumstances, he would let you roam around but the underground tunnels were easy to get lost in and he wants to be able to have you at arms length.

This other time you were walking with Fyodor when he was giving out instructions to some of his underlings. You remember when you met some guy named Ivan and he gave off a pretty weird vibe.. you also heard from Pushkin that he was a "total nut case"..

Nikolai is the chillest one out of the trio. He's funny and he shows you tons of magic tricks. You could even fall for him if he wasn't a terrible person plus him being one of your captors.

Nikolai is pretty entertaining and there's never a dull moment with him. You entertain his silly theatrics and he always knows when to make you laugh. Nik's always messing with you by using that stupid coat ability of his. One time, he even grabbed your leg as a joke and he started tickling it. You bursted out laughing both from it being funny but it lowkey creeped you out. Especially with the look he gave you where he grinned really widely and started lifting his eyebrows up and down in a way.

One time, you tried escaping from Nikolai by running into a store and he contacted Fyodor and Sigma letting them know of the instance. Next thing you know, Fyodor and Sigma are laughing their asses off behind a computer screen on the security cameras at the way Nikolai messes with you by having random objects fall on top of you. You're scared shitless when Nikolai decides to drop a random mouse on you..

This other time Nikolai had wanted to show you something during one of his missions that he dragged you along too. Nikolai was recording some video in a meeting room with government officials. You couldn't help but laugh your ass off when Nikolai messed up during the recording session especially since it was live.

"Oh no! An on-air-oopsy! Quick stop the camera, I can't go on any longer!"

You couldn't help but feel bad for the "tiger boy" (as Nikolai referred to him as) when he got hit by a pole as a result of Nikolai's ability..

Sigma is the most lenient one of the trio. For instance, he grants you more freedom than the other trio members and he forgives you a lot more if you make a mistake and you're sincerely sorry about it.

Sigma often has you sit on his lap while he's busy at his desk at the Sky Casino. Whenever Sigma is busy with other things besides paper work, he'll even give you some money and let you roam around the casino.

You have fun playing with the machines and Sigma might even rig one of them to have you win the jackpot. He might even be watching you through the camera and smile at how happy you look when you win.

You're gonna be pretty confused when you see random explosions plus some weird people claiming themselves to be "Hunting Dogs".. especially when you head back to Sigma's office and see a random hole in the wall with Sigma panicking. Who knows what was even going on? Being around the Decay of Angels had its fair share of strange experiences so you weren't surprised when weird things happened in the Sky Casino..

Should you be worried when you spot a pink haired girl who could magically age herself up?..

Hm.

Nah.

[oishiyani]

🦐 ; Bigger Hints

warnings ; implied yandere behavior, contains nsfw, stalking, dark explicit content, gore(?) well slightly, NOT proof read (im sorry)😿, fem reader

wc ; 2,241

might make a few more bunch of these with the others in mind 😸!

maybe taking on the offer of the one and only fyodor dostoevsky wasn't such a bad idea at first. taking on the job to be an undercover spy for him, your job was to only spy on the list of people he gave to you. atsushi, dazai, blah blah blah.. a whole bunch of random people you don't even know from before. well not until now that you're already trying to pinpoint their whereabouts.

and in return, you get money. that's right- money.

you liked money, with it's own multiple purposes- to buy new clothes, food, accessories, some new shoes.. oh how it was such a dream for you to achieve those. i mean, the job was to only spy on them, don't act suspicious.. and don't get caught, those were the last thoughts before you accepted the job, signed the contract you were offered from fyodor.

fyodor.. was a strange and quite gave off an unsettling vibe for you. from his outfit dressed oddly to his dark mauve colored eyes gazing at you as you try to drink your tea in peace while you two were in the same room. why'd he have to look at you like that?! it was making the atmosphere quite a bit awkward so you shifted your gaze somewhere else quickly after meeting sight with him.

focus on something else... oh the music! yes, yes, y/n. just listen to the music and enjoy your food, don't look at fyodor for god's sake!

it had been already more than a few times of exchanging stares from each other between you and fyodor, you had to ask yourself why does he have to look at you so often? not like something's wrong with what you're wearing right? or maybe there was something on your face?

you assumed that fyodor has an interest in orchestra music. he would always play them while you two were doing nothing, his eyes closed as he listened to the tune while you sat there or while resting. you weren't allowed to bring your phone in fyodor's base. it was forbidden but you don't dare to ask why.

"soo.. how long have you been listening to orchestra music, fyodor?" you asked in hopes to lessen the unhandy feeling. starting a conversation to expect a reply when he did the opposite. now that made you felt quite embarrassed- or maybe he didn't hear you through the sound of the music running in the background?

great, now you just wanna bury yourself under the dirt.

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as days passed, fyodor's behavior made quite a curve.. rather than usual.

now, starting a conversation with him was the least likely thing you wanted to take action on. thinking that he was the person who didn't like to be disturbed after the 'awkward' event that happened a few days ago. but now was different.

he was getting quite getting verbal with you, besides the conversation of your report on the strange men you spied- fyodor started making side comments after your reports. it would sometimes be questions of what else did you do besides spying? or what did you eat today? or, did you take a bath?

then to be surprised to feel a vibration from your pocket after finishing your break in fyodor's base. receiving an unknown number through your phone. the message stating 'this is fyodor.'

now that felt the slight goosebumps on your skin. how'd he even get your number? you don't remember giving out your number to anyone these past few weeks.

you shrugged it off, telling your self it was no big deal. being familiar with fyodor didn't set you off, although you still wonder how'd he get your number from the start.

the next day you asked fyodor on how'd he get your number, to be only answered by silence and another music piece of orchestra playing in the background, was he avoiding your question- or did he not hear it again?

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the next few days again, you receive such special and luxurious gifts outside your doorstep from an unknown sender. they would vary, to sets of bouquets, expensive chocolates, high quality essentials, and branded clothes and bags. and a gigantic fluffy teddy bear.

of course you were really shocked. at first, you thought that the sender might be sending a bunch of these gifts to the wrong person or the wrong address. but unfortunately the gifts didn't give any clue who was sending it, not even a note or an initial somewhere. truthfully you wanted to return it out of guilt, feeling that you don't deserve much of these- still thinking this must be for another person but mistaken you for that person. yet you still kept them, stacking it around the empty spaced corner you had in your dorm.

you're making money out of this job you have, you can get all of those one day if you finally start a career and become successful one day using the saved up cash you get from your job.

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on the last day of your contract, which stated that you only needed to do this for a month. unexpectingly your relationship between fyodor had become more.. closer?

fyodor started to question more about your personal life, your family, past history, relationships, your friends, experiences that you found funny. he listened while you kept talking. and one time, you swore that you heard him mumble, but you were in the middle of talking as you were pouring the kettle filled with tea onto your empty tea cup.

sitting on the fancy looking sofa, fyodor who's roots are surprisingly removed from his chair he usually sat on- instead, he sat near the single fancy looking chair just beside the long sofa you were sitting on.

"i'd love to hear your voice forever."

"sorry, i didn't hear what you said! what were you saying again?" you spoke as your hurried to place the kettle back to its old position.

to his reply, "oh- nothing, you can continue."

you blinked for a moment, "alright, so-" continuing what you were saying without a single curiosity on what he previously said. you assumed maybe it was just the wind? well that was funny for a wind to sound like fyodor that time. but once again, the poor oblivious y/n was going about to dive in the danger zone.

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"n-ngh.. ah-" fyodor hissed under his shortened breath, huffing as he watching from the desktop in front of him as his hand was moving up and down furiously around his cock from the displayed footage in his desktop.

a live footage of you, completely naked after your shower. it was such a delightful image to see in his eyes, your body wet, the way the water droplets drooped on your skin, your pair of tits who fyodor was craving to fondle.

god, it was making him so crazy. watching you dress up in a sexy looking dress- it was even the dress fyodor sent you. your bare ass faced in front of the camera made his action fasten- he bit his lips, his hand pumping his throbbing cock till he reached to his climax. making his cum stain on the screen of his desktop.

fyodor gulped the lump on his throat, calming his breathing when you were almost finished with dressing up yourself- you were grabbing a pair of heels then a doorbell suddenly rang on your door. it was 8pm, now who could that be? "coming!" you shouted, grabbing the purse that was on your bed.

fyodor watched you wear those pair of heels in a haste, you tried to run after wearing them- yet still being careful not to trip. he continued to watch you out of curiosity on who was on your doorstep in the middle of the night. unfortunately for him, the creek to your room showed a silhouette of you and another person who was taller than you, had quite a large figure, and was a man, he thought.

the built-in camera inside the teddy bear he sent you recorded the conversation coming through the hallway, both of you and the man's voices echoing loud enough for the camera to reach the volume. to fyodor's reaction, it really was the worse that y/n can imagine.

"are you ready for our date?" the voice of a man spoke

"mhm, didn't expect you to get here at the exact time we talked about!" your voice replied.

something inside fyodor was burning intensely, his heart felt a painful ache he couldn't prevent- his hands balled into a fist while his eyes glared at the screen after hearing what he just heard. a date? with this man he never knew of? how ridiculous.

he thought that you were getting the hints he was giving, although to you- it barely even got into your mind that he was into you by showing the sudden curve of behavior.

he had to make a bigger hint on who you only belong to.

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the contract ended with fyodor, you were now a cashier for a bakery- still saving up money for the career you want to pursue.

everything was as normal as usual, a day where you work, go home, eat, sleep. then to wake up to your new fiance cooking you a good smelling breakfast in the morning. you met your partner by just stumbling upon him by the street, spilling coffee on you that stained what you were wearing, offered to pay and treat you to a restaurant- he insisted alot so you couldn't help but agree, then that's where all the talking started.

he was a night shift worker who worked as an engineer. while you worked from afternoon to around the evening.

then suddenly, every important people in your life, disappear one by one.

receiving an email of a photo of your fiance caught kissing another woman in a club- heartbroken then went to seek comfort through your friends, but they refused to be in contact with you, you didn't know why!

you were in the lowest point of your life.. you seek your family, calling your mom- hoping that she'd pick up but to misfortune hitting you, you only got a message that says they're not available. for after 30+ calls every hour?!

you don't know what's happening.. you ask yourself what is happening? you were confused, so confused. you lied there on your bed for who knows how many days you were sobbing with red puffy eyes surrounded with tissues all over the place.

curled up into a ball, you were fired from your job for being absent for weeks without any reason. now that just made it worse for you- the feeling of being back to zero, now who were you to turn to now?

'fyodor..' wait, that's right.. fyodor! maybe you could take his job again, in hopes to get progress through life being rough on the road.

you sat up from your bed, feeling a bit of back pain from lying for too long. you stood up and quickly grabbed a jacket and wearing it- there you took the route you were once familiar with. to the way to get to the man fyodor's place.

finally arriving to his place which was located in a forest, you walked up to the door and gathered the courage to knock. just knock y/n.. just like before, like you always did.. fyodor knows you right?

with a silent moment, you knocked 3 times. then a few seconds passed you overthinked that maybe he doesn't live here anymore. or maybe he wasn't hear- or maybe he just didn't want to answer the door-

the sound of the doorknob turned, you were startled but your body felt nervous for seeing a person you haven't seen for a while.

and there you met eyes again with the man, one and only- fyodor. he still looked the same as ever from the last time you saw him, he greeted you with a smile as he looked down at you.

"fyodor! i-"

you were cut off by fyodor's sudden offering of a small box with a ribbon wrapped on it.

"what's this..?" you asked.

"oh, open it so you can find out." fyodor replied.

you took the small box out of the palm of his hands, with one pull of the strand of the ribbon untied it. you opened the lid of the box.

a flash of horror and disgust was on your face, immediately recognizing what was inside.. it was the finger of your fiance.. the finger where he wore the matching rings he gave you when he proposed to you.

"what the fuck!" you dropped the box out of shock, you looked at fyodor with your legs feeling weak as they tremble- your breath started to shake. you felt stunned. paralyzed.

fyodor smiling at you, how did he get that in the first place..? you had so much questions running your mind, they continue and continue.. and continue till your nose was covered with a cloth.

your vision blurred, you felt your consciousness fading. what was happening? were you dying? you finally collapsed, being caught in fyodor's arms as he gazed at you the way he gazed you from the beginning.

fyodor's arms wrapped around your unconscious body, pulling you close to kiss your forehead. a smile of victory.

"you're mine.. all mine my little мышь"

[d3sserts0ul]

“ 𝘾𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪. “

𝘋𝘰𝘈 [ 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 ] 𝘟 𝘎𝘕！𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙， 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶．

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪/𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙁𝙮𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙗𝙝.

𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘔𝘚 ；－ Дорогой: 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨．

— 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘮𝘢

- 𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚

• Since he came to life 3 years ago, he doesn’t know too much about love but knows the basics, such as how you need to compliment your partner, do things for them, or “else you’ll lose your special someone.” ( He got that from Nikolai. The thought scares him a lot. )

• Sigma loves doing things for you, it can be making you food, massaging for back, or even taking the lead when you two go to bed together. He doesn’t have a problem with it, and as long as you’re satisfied, then he is as well.

• Usually if it’s a special occasion, everything is on him. You want to go shopping? His card, always. You want a plush animal from the arcade? He’ll try his best to win it for you, if he doesn’t then of course he’s going to buy it for you. Want to take him to bed? He’s going to top the whole night.

• Teasing him (if you happen to love physical touch) is fine in private, he may get flustered for a while before settling down and becoming bold, teasing you right back.

• PDA is fine to an extent, he’s running a casino and is busy often times than not.

• Absolutely melts when you show the same affection. It makes him wonder how lucky he is to have met someone like you, how important you are to him, how you just complete him, just worship at this point.

• His act of service increases when you two get married. On your night of engagement and honeymoon, hes just the most sweetest thing, overjoyed on the fact you two got married. He’s finally found what he calls ‘home’.

• Just as long as you aren’t using Sigma, he’s content with loving you this way, even preferring it to be you pampering him sometimes.

• Though that isn’t the only love language he has, there is also words of affirmation, and it coincides with his acts of service. This could mean some praises and I love yous, he wants you to know how much you mean to him.

Sigma groans into his sleeves, mostly out of pure embarrassment. “ You’re too kind doing this for me. ” He sighs out. Your hands kneed his back like dough, moving them up to his shoulders, and right back down to his waist. “ I could tell you definitely needed this. ” you respond back. You knew he was smiling despite not even looking back at you.

“ I should be the one doing this for you, it’s the right thing to do. ” His tone saddened. He wanted to be the “man” in this relationship like Nikolai recommended, but it seems for it to be you instead. “ You can’t possibly love someone like me. I’m too basic, and I’m not like Nikolai or Fyodor. ” Sigma muttered as he sat up and turned to you, hiding his face a bit under his turtleneck. Your hand lifts up to cup his cheek, his eyes gazing at yours. “ That’s what I like about you. You’re different, you’re yourself and you shouldn’t feel bad about it. ” Your voice always reassured him, that’s when he started to smile again.

“ I can see why I’m so lucky to be with you. ”

— 𝘍𝘺𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳

- 𝙂𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙨, 𝙋𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝, Words of affirmation.

• It’s a surprise to just about everyone on how you even manage to win his heart, but hey you did it.

• Fyodor doesn’t do much since he’s constantly busy, but sometimes you sit on his lap as he works. As long as you don’t distract him nor move too much, then it’s a win-win for you both. You get your affection from him, and he works on his schemes peacefully.

• Fine with PDA to a limit, he’ll wrap his arm around your waist, let you lean against him ( it turns him on because of his corruption kink. ), and small kisses on the cheek or lips in semi public spaces. One thing for sure is that after a meeting or around his subordinates, absolutely no hugs. He finds the act very childish and will not hesitate to push you away with a cold glare in his eyes. You will also be deprived of any affection from him for a couple of days.

• Teasing him in public is a huge no. Sometimes it’s allowed under the table or such, he might even have you cockwarm him with his cape around your body. And yes his subordinates know what’s going on.

• It’s already well known that Fyodor is smooth and great with words, easily getting out of situation, making things his way, and sugarcoating things when needed. It isnt a surprise if he uses these tactics when you two are together.

• They can sting if they want; they can be so sweet that you want more ( Just the way he likes ), or they can leave you wondering what they meant. This also means it’s used during sex as well, having a sweet tone to it as he thrusts or tease you.

• If you want him to say I love you, he won’t say it unless you really REALLY want him to, or basically begging. Fyodor already thinks that he shows it in the nicknames he only gives you, such as love, darling, etc. Don’t be offended by it, Fyodor is just thinking things more logically.

• Apart from that, he likes giving you gifts occasionally, like necklaces, rings, or other trinkets. Of course Fyodor doesn’t care for these items at all, but it’s his way of showing how much he loves you. ( sometimes using this to keep you obedient and useful ).

Fyodor fingers click-clack away on the keyboard for whatever emanated from his monitors. You can hear his pulse in his neck as your head lays on his shoulder. Occasionally one hand moves to your lower back, moving up and down. The room was silent, a comfortable amount of silence, and his aura was more tame than usual. It made you sleepy, and he knew that before you even realized it.

Your hips shift against his groin, trying to get more comfortable, as if you weren’t already in the first place. “ Ah ah, I said don’t distract me didn’t I? ” His voice dripped with clear intent to manipulate, you didn’t know that though. “ It would be a shame if I accidentally pressed the wrong button and cause a castatrophic event that will affect the DoA’s plans, Hm?” Fyodor hummed. The guilt started to flood over you, he definitely wasn’t wrong. “ Sorry, I’ll stay still. ” You sighed.

“ Much better, thank you Дорогой. ”

－ 𝘕𝘪𝘬𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘪

- 𝙂𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙨, 𝙋𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝, 𝙌𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.

• It isn’t a surprise that he has a love language slightly similar to Fyodor, but he definitely treats you just a little bit better than him.

• loves physical touch, this can range kisses, cuddles, to more intimate actions such as making out and sex.

• Nikolai likes giving you gifts he stole bought for you. Such as clothes, necklaces or earrings.

• Since Nikolai likes hanging out with Fyodor and Sigma, he would want to hang out with you too when he has the chance.

• Isn’t afraid of PDA and will make out with you in front of the subordinates with no issue, you probably won’t find it funny but he would, even teasing you verbally in front of them.

• Tease him in public all you want as well, it doesn’t affect him the way you want it to, and you’ll just get degraded as a result. Nikolai sometimes use his cape to put whatever body part of his through it and appear in front of you during meetings or while he’s away just to leave you to do whatever you want with it. ( I told you guys he’s freaky. )

• apart from that, there are times where you two have nice conversations, and it’s comforting to be with him, SOMETIMES.

• If you like pranking people then you and him often spend time with each other, bothering other people for the fun of it, even resorting to killing sometimes to blow off steam. ( he feels sadness and remorse afterwards though so you’ll need to comfort him. )

Nikolai’s leg rest between your legs, his knee going upward towards your groin. His tongue gliding against your neck then back to your lips, his tongue going along with you. Going on until he doesn’t know whose spit is whose. Your breath getting heavier and the kisses got more deeper. Suddenly you feel your body more lighter, and your force to the wall lessened.

You start to wipe away the saliva but Nikolai’s hand grab your arm, stopping you from your action. “ Keep it, you look pretty with it, Doll. ” He grins, after a moment, a whine emmetted from his lips. “ Now that I realize it, I want more… ” He sighs. “ Maybe later Nikolai, please? ” You say as you adjust your clothes.

“ Fine. Don’t keep me waiting though, Doll. ”

This took a long time…. Sorry if the characters are out of character since I lost my ideas mid writing.

[sleep-0-deprived]

Heeelloo can I request a DOA x male!child!reader who's personality is very similar to the queen of hearts but make him mildly unhinged but also has riddle rosehearts issues and us really bossy (all platonic ofc)

- dearly from 🎭 Anon

DOA with male child reader with a queen of hearts personally Head cannons

Platonic fluff, no characters sexualized in this post!

A/N Sorry it took so long and I’m doing imagines cause for some reason I can’t think of a cool enough scenario to do your thoughts justice! I don’t know why but I was getting riddle Rosehearts vibes from this request :]

Imagine reader found by Nikolai at the age of five and brought back to the DOA head quarters because he felt an attachment to your unique look and personality with your brig he red hair and the red queen of heart style outfit, making him soon turn you into a protege while Fyodor is fascinated by your personality. Your calm demeanor when needed but that same trickster style that Nikolai has making him all the more willing to let Nikolai keep you.

Sigma always becoming the victim of your pranks making him become more cautious around every corner at the base not wanting to end up with red paint all over him from the red painted roses you give him or the countless stacks of red heart cards that end up in his room from one of your little pranks.

Your pranks always resulting in a sort of sit down talk with Fyodor of why it’s wrong to do pranks on DOA members while Nikolai stands behind him giggling like they are your parents, one stern and the other fun and more than likely to help you prank the others.

Always holding yourself high like your above the rest with this cocky tone that always annoyed Bram but he always liked all the red you wore, not that he’d ever tell you that because he thinks of you as a brat but he does secretly have a soft spot with you as your red hair brings back giant memories of his late wife but not in a romantic way but more of a soft reminder bringing nostalgia to him

Your room always decorated in whites and reds filled with hearts with a bed in the middle red with black lace trim on your comforter, rose plants at your window seal with many other plants around your room but each one holding the color red for their petals

Fukuchi always cold wondering how he can make you into a useful member of the doa, often times not talking to you finding your bossy attitude and the way you hold yourself to be stupid after a while but not saying anything of it sense the rest of the doa members seem to have a sorta connection with you making it so that he can’t get rid of you.

After the first few years of living to the doa Fukuchi started to come around to you, starting to see you like a little grandson as he adapts to your bossy attitude learning you more seeing why you act in your way making him soften up turning him into a almost doting grandfather who often likes to spend times away getting you gifts always red whether it be more roses or ruby accessories for your outfits spoiling you in his own way like your a prince

[nixnephili]

Happy (late) Birthday Fedya~!

Fairy Godmother Nix dropped in with a new arm~

Hope you all enjoy and you better wish him happy birthday.

-Nix🌙

[melliemell]

Sigma NSFW Headcanons

This man has me in a chokehold lately, damnit. f!reader, suggestive, oral sex, sappy sex, prolonged hand-holding, general sigma anxiety.

God… there are so many layers to this man.

Doesn’t really know how to express intimacy at first.

He’s been a manager long enough to know how important outwardly behaviour is; he’s well-composed and efficient to a frightening degree in the front– especially with work matters, but when it comes to attraction and romantic love, this man is a walking brick wall.

So confused, so stressed.

You would not be able to tell he’s interested in you at first because he won’t know it too. 

He’ll like your company, more so any time you show your dedication to your work or display any passions you have. There could be a lot he could learn from you since you seem to have a good grasp over your life (he doesn’t need to know how untrue that is, no sir)

But sometimes he’d find himself leaning closer, paying a bit more attention to you than he used to. The first time you caught him looking at you, really looking, you had a small smile playing at your lips as Sigma coughed and stumbled through the nearest excuse for not paying attention to your conversation. He couldn’t explain the warm sensations that crept over him every time you so much as smiled in his direction.

It was… it was a lot.

Sigma knew, objectively, how attraction worked. He just didn’t expect to find himself in this position.

He’d try to stifle these emotions, constantly battling with the idea he’s not impressive enough to win your affection. It would be a downward spiral.

You’ll need a lot of patience with him. Even if he wants these feelings of love and belonging, he’d still take time to accept he is deserving of them.

But when he does… oh boy.

Sigma’s a hugger, you can’t escape it.

Forget about any other sex position, He’ll always look for ways to completely wrap himself around you, bare skin to bare skin or feeling your breasts against his chest, breathing in your scent as he buries his face in your neck.

He won’t object to anything, and he’d be hard to read on his opinions, but he’d be more relaxed right against you.

There’s something comforting in being this close, wanting to not let go of the fear of losing something as beautiful as this. 

Losing you. 

He’d constantly be trying to figure out how to please you better and better. He knows it stems from fear rather than pure intentions, but he tries to mask it as best he can. It’s hard to believe you’re his.

Nothing beats lying close to each other, your hands running through his hair as he relaxes to your silly stories about your day. He won’t even notice your gentle coaxing until he suddenly finds himself in your embrace, cheek resting on your breast as you entangle his legs with yours.

Sometimes you doze off into the late afternoon together, but other times…

He’d be very aware of you, your every move, every breath. His fingers grazing the soft skin of your arm as he activates his ability– just to be sure, to know, whether you want him or not then and there. 

Honey, get ready for the sappiest love-making you’ve ever had

One moment you’re lying, Sigma’s gaze fixed on you with an absentminded smile, the next he’s leaning his forehead to yours, hands cupping your cheeks as you get pulled closer to him. 

Intense hand-holding during sex. 

Thrusting into you feels amazing, yes, but it’s not enough. It took a few experiments and discussions but he figured out he feels closer to you when he’s literarily glued to your body. Holding you, kissing you, burying his cock deeper into you as you clutch onto his back. 

Sigma’s also the type to speak during sex, surprisingly. He’d swipe your hair to the side and mumble anything between suppressed moans.

Nothing coherent, just sweet words and praises and lots of thanking you. He’d be pretty lost at that point, not being fully aware or caring enough to be embarrassed.

And boy does he get rosy-cheeked easily. 

Completely froze up the first time you brought up wanting to go down on him. Just– shut down. Blinking but not processing as you laughed at how flushed he got.

It took some coaxing, but when he finally found himself sitting down, you kneeling between his spread legs– it didn’t take long for him to become a mess.

And yes, he’s a moaner.

But the sneaky type, teeth biting into his lower lip to stifle any sounds, hands over his face when that doesn’t work quite as he wanted and he’s too embarrassed for you to see him like this, barely holding it together as your mouth on his cock builds up his pleasure more and more and more, oh god–

And he’s so pretty then– pale skin flushed all the way down his chest too, eyes tight shut. You might catch him peaking at you sometimes but direct eye contact, well– that would be the end of him.

Cums on the spot. Not even time to warn you, making him feel bad afterwards as you clean it off your face and chest. 

He feels very floaty after finishing, not exactly exhausted but you can tell he’s somewhere else for a bit. He’d reach over for your hand again but won’t move further than that until he comes back down. 

Very compliant at that moment, so you can abuse that to your advantage as you will.

But you usually end up dragging him to your chest and just… existing together. It’s a lovely feeling.

[solemnvelvetangel]

"Everybody wants a taste, that's why I still get jealous" - BSD jealousy head cannons

Notes:

June 30th, 2024

Characters included:  Atsushi Nakajima, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Chuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Saigiku Jouno.

Word Count: 1,383

GN! Reader

Content Warning: Insecurities, anxiety, brief mention of a lobotomy in Fyodor's.

These are purely self-indulgent head cannons of some of the BSD characters I think would be the most jealous in a relationship. Enjoy <3.

___

“I don't like the way he's lookin' at you. I'm startin' to think you want him, too…”

Atsushi Nakajima

As sweet as he would be, I believe Atsushi would be very jealous when it comes to his partner.

Because of years of abuse and neglect he faced in the orphanage he was raised in, he has barely ever had positive attention.

So naturally, as soon as he started to get that positive attention from you, he instantly began to treasure the feeling and became protective over you.

He takes your relationship very seriously because he feels that you’re one of the first people that he was able to form a deep connection with.

So, when he feels like your relationship is being threatened somehow, he starts to feel a certain type of way about it.

He’s not controlling or anything, he just sinks too far into his own thoughts and starts to get really intense feelings of inadequacy.

He will often become visibly distressed when gets too in his own head.

But he’ll deny it until he can no longer hide it.

He has very low self-esteem, so if he thought that someone that he saw as more attractive than him was trying to come on to you, he would probably get really upset and worried.

Especially if it’s a recurring event with the same person.

If someone was straight-up flirting with you in front of him, he’s going to be so annoyed beyond belief.

Passive Aggressive. He’ll try to be polite, but his irritation is going to be clear in his tone.

He mostly bottles up his feelings until he lets them out all at once when you two are by yourselves.

He feels really weak for being a jealous person, but he can’t help but feel it.

“Protective or possessive? Girl, call it passive or aggressive…”

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

… I don’t even know where to start, because this man has so much emotional baggage.

He’s very similar to Atsushi, in which he bonds with someone he cares about deeply and becomes protective.

However, Akutagawa is more overwhelmed by his feelings of inadequacy.

Instead of it just being when he feels like his relationship is being threatened, it is a constant feeling for him.

It only gets worse when he feels like someone is trying to take you from him.

You’re his person, to every extent of the word: his lover, his best friend, the person he trusts the most. You’re his, and he’s not afraid to protect what means to him most.

Calling him “protective” would be an understatement.

He’s more like a terrifying angel of vengeance that looms over you when people get too close for his liking.

People are so afraid of him, that they don’t typically approach you anyway.

He’s not passive aggressive, he is straight-up aggressive.

It’s kind of like this: they make him uncomfortable, so he makes them really uncomfortable.

He gets nauseous if anyone gets too touchy with you. Not out of disgust, but out of anxiety.

He hates when people try to touch him (he doesn’t even like shaking people’s hands for business purposes), but your touch is something he loves and he finds it sacred.

So, if someone tries to touch you too much or in a non-friendly way, he’s going to be very upfront with the person about how feels about it, whether it be through words or by punching them in the face.

He can and will shove someone away from you.

“It’s not your fault that they hover, I mean no disrespect…”

Chuya Nakahara

He’s jealous, but he’s more respectful and mature than most would think.

All of his life, he has never felt human or felt like he could be loved.

So, when you two got together, you became the most important person to him.

He began to fear that someone who is more “normal” than him will catch your attention and you’ll leave him.

He doesn’t really understand why you love him, which just fuels his insecurity.

Him being the host of Arahabaki doesn’t really help his feelings.

He knows that it’s not your fault if people are attracted to you, but he can’t help but feel protective.

He’s jealous in a very quiet manner, despite being so head-strong.

Because of his ability and Arahabaki, he was afraid to touch you for a very long time.

Even if he knows someone is just hugging you platonically, he can’t help but feel bitter because they can hug you so easily without the fear of hurting you.

He’s also jealous of people who have a very calm demeanor.

He feels that he’s often too harsh and rough-around-the-edges, which causes a seed of doubt to be planted in his brain.

In summary, his jealousy stems from his own insecurity of not feeling human.

“You can call me obsessed…”

Fyodor Dostoevsky

When I say he is obsessed, I mean that in every sense of the word.

He’s obsessed. Consumed by adoration. Immensely intrigued by your existence. Enamored, even.

In other words: he is horrendously down bad.

He won’t admit that, though. Even though he’s in love with you, he will always keep you at a certain distance.

That doesn’t make him any less jealous, though.

He knows that being in a relationship with him is anything but normal and it’s difficult, so the possibility of you leaving him because you find someone more expressive with their feelings or more gentle is something he thinks about more than he wants to.

The thought literally haunts him.

He’s naturally suspicious of literally anyone who tries to get close to you, whether it be platonic or romantic.

It’s mostly because of his profession that makes him skeptical of people that try to get close to you.

To be honest, the only three people he trusts around you are Nikolai, Sigma, and Ivan.

Nikolai because while he’s crazy, he's not crazy enough to cross that line.

Sigma because Fyodor knows that he’s inexperienced in love and insecure about his humanity, so he knows he won’t try anything.

Ivan because… well, he’s Ivan. He literally has no thoughts in that lobotomized brain.

Platonic relationships he can tolerate, he is suspicious, but he tolerates them to the best of his ability.

He is completely intolerant of anyone who takes romantic interest in you.

He will make it clear to anyone who shows even the slightest bit of attraction to you that he doesn’t play games when it comes to you.

If it’s a normal person that he doesn't know very well, he’ll just use simple intimidation to get them to back off. He doesn’t really waste his time on them.

Now, if it’s someone he knows very well or an enemy of his, he is going to be a menace.

He’s going to make sure that they know they  can mess with him all they want, but he’ll be damned before they ever try to get close to you in any capacity.

“It’s my right to be hellish, I still get jealous…”

Saigiku Jouno

Hunting dog? More like a guard dog.

Jouno is sadistic, teasing, and hot-tempered behind a calm demeanor.

He’s anything but chill when it comes to you.

You know the saying “there’s plenty of fish in the sea”? Yeah, he doesn’t believe that. You’re his fish and he’s not throwing you back.

Jouno has seen terrible things and has met many terrible people with terrible intentions, so he’s pretty good at reading people.

So, when people try to flirt with you, it’s on sight.

Especially if they’re being very sweet to you. 

He tends to show his affection through teasing you. So, when someone is being overly sweet and complimenting you, he feels like they’re trying to take you from him.

He’s pissed and jealous, and he’s gonna’ make it their problem.

He’ll give off a really threatening aura and he’ll insult the person almost endlessly.

He’s really passive aggressive. More aggressive than passive.

He will be touchier when he’s jealous, it’s sort of his way of keeping himself calm.

He’s dreadfully aware that he has someone good, and he won’t let anyone threaten your relationship.

[dietcokegirly12]

“You Gamble Your Cards, I'll Gamble My Heart”

featuring sigma (づ_ど)

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art credits: @capecat._ and @uta200354

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hes so beautiful guys like pls I'm gonna get him pregnant

i honestly hate this but oh well "( – ⌓ – )

tags: voyeurism (they get caught), inexperienced sigma, oral (fem receiving), lap sitting, not too muchh

word count: 2.5k

KINKTOBER OCT. 27 ⋆₊☽ 𓃠 ☾₊⋆

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Of course you knew Sigma. How could you not? He was owner of the Sky Casino, an incredible gambler, and had never lost a match to anyone in his entire life.

Yet, though his popularity and status were extremely high, nobody truly knew the elusive man behind the purple and white hair.

He was polite to everyone, and made a point to know all of his customer's names, even going so far as to memorize their corresponding room numbers. But there was something about him that remained hidden, a side no one had ever truly seen or knew of.

He didn't seem to exist beyond the boundaries of the Sky Casino, and on the rare occasions that you did get to speak with him, he was always polite, making pleasant small-talk before finding a way to excuse himself away from you.

And as the months drew on, you found yourself beginning to search for him in the throngs of people gambling away, his strange elusiveness drawing you in toward him like the cards he shuffled in his hands.

Which is why, on that fateful day you found yourself challenging him to an exclusive match between the two of you, something you had been working up to for months now, always managing to find a way to back out at the last second.

But today it was happening.

Approaching the man nervously, you twist your hands behind your back, hoping you don't horribly embarrass yourself and become banned from the casino forever.

"Hello?"

He turns around, and upon noticing you standing before him, gives you a slightly tight-lipped smile, nodding politely. "Yes?"

"I would like to challenge you to a match, if you’re willing. Do you accept?"

As he tilts his head, studying you in slight curiosity, you rush to add, "Of course I understand if you're busy, being the owner and all. It was just a..."

"I'd love to." He cuts you off simply, beginning to head away toward his room. "I'm busy right now, but I'll meet you back here around eight, is that good for you?"

You stare at him for a moment, your cheeks heating up. You never, in a thousand years, expected him to say yes, but now that he had, you weren't sure what to do. "Oh! Okay!" You call after him, turning awkwardly around to the people staring at you, wondering why someone like you of all people had been accepted to play a match with the ever-evasive manager. Honestly, you were wondering that too but now that it was finally happening, you couldn't find it in you to think too hard.

Eagerly you turn on your heel, heading to get dressed for the evening that laid ahead of you.

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You headed down the long hallway leading to the main room of the casino, the place where most of the gambling went on.

It's loud, people laughing, a few of them drinking as they trade cards, chips, and coins, playing an assortment of games ranging from Blackjack to Russian Roulette, the occasional scream of someone losing every penny to their name ringing out through the air.

You had put on a tight-fitting black dress, accentuating your curves in an effort to impress Sigma, though you weren't sure exactly what you were expecting. After all, he had never lost, so weren't you just going to embarrass yourself? And in front of him, your long-time crush no less.

No matter. At least you would finally get to speak with him.

On your way, you thought carefully about what approaches you would take to try and figure him out, and effectively close the cool distance he keeps from all his customers, to learn more about the fleeting image he portrayed.

Once you did figure him out, his allure would fade, and you'd be able to get over your little crush. Or so you thought.

As you come to a halt at the entrance of the room, your gaze raking over the crowd of people as you scan for Sigma, you finally spot him off to the side, amiably chatting with one of the regulars, his soft chuckles being heard from across the room.

Eagerly, you cross over to his side, stopping just short to patiently wait for his conversation to end.

He turns toward you slightly and with a polite goodbye to the man, now grants you his full attention for the first time that night.

You swallow nervously, unsure of what to say as you shift your feet. "Uh h-hi my name is..."

"I know who you are." He interrupts you, voice noticeably breathier from the stuffy air in the room, you assume, as his eyes flick between you and a nearby open table. "I always make sure to..."

"Memorize your clients' names." You finish for him, tilting your head. "I know."

He blushes slightly. "Well, seems like you know just about as much of me, as I do you."

You almost scoff at his little display of modesty. "Are you kidding me? Everybody knows about you. You're the owner of this place! Which leads me to my next question, why did you accept my invite? I mean, of course I want to play you, but practically everyone in this entire building does. And I'm sure you have better stuff to do than this."

He steps slightly closer to you, the sweet, ambrosial scent of him vaguely resembling patchouli, overwhelming your senses as your breathing automatically becomes heavier from his proximity.

"I could ask you the same question. Why do you want to gamble with me? If I'm as good as you say, why take the risk of even asking in the first place?"

You swallow, your eyes flicking between his beautiful, magenta eyes, never having observed them up close before. "Why don't you play me and find out?"

His lips curve up at the insinuation, and he leans back, studying you. "Alright." he finally says, drawing you toward a more secluded part of the room, away from the humdrum murmurs and overlapping chatter of the gambling crowd.

It's dimly lit in the shadowed corner, but enough so for you to see him clearly and the way his features furrow in concentration as he reaches for a stranded deck of cards someone had left behind, shuffling through them effortlessly. You can't help but notice his long, slender fingers, and the way they skillfully flip through the cards, your mind beginning to spiral into less-than-pure thoughts about them working in other ways.

He clears his throat, breaking you out of your lust-filled haze as your eyes fly up to his face guiltily.

"So..." he starts, eyes never leaving the cards. "What game are we going to play?"

You shift in your seat slightly. "You pick."

"No, I insist." He says courteously, settling the deck of neatly shuffled cards face-down on the table. "You're my guest."

"I invited you." You protest, but quickly wither as he fixes you a look. "Fine... I guess Poker."

Nodding in satisfaction at your choice, he removes the top card of the deck, before evenly distributing the correct number of cards.

"We don't have any chips to bet with, and since we're playing for the first time, we can just use our imaginations."

You nod in agreement, and the game starts.

As the match progresses, you quickly become aware of how painfully skilled he is, his crisp words of "call" and "raise" the only sounds aside from your soft breaths.

The game ends with him winning, of course, with a straight flush, and you with a measly two pair.

Rather than triumphantly grinning at you however, or announcing his win loudly like you expect him to, he grants you a kind smile. "Rematch?"

You nod, puzzled by his seeming enjoyment of playing with you, but agreeing nonetheless.

Over the course of hours, which seems to fly by like mere minutes to you, you play several games with Sigma, all of which he wins easily, but rather than getting frustrated, you're simply happy to be in his company, and gradually over time, he begins talking to you, really talking.

"I've always loved gambling." he admits quietly, the soft shuffling of his cards the only other sound in the room. "It's always just come naturally to me, a sort of talent for knowing exactly what the other person is going to do, and the correct strategy I should take."

You soften at his words, a small blush creeping over your cheeks. "I've never been much good at it, but I suppose the risk of losing everything has always been fascinating to me."

He puts down his cards for a moment, studying you then. "If you're aware you don't gamble well, then why are you living at the Sky Casino, the biggest gambling capitol in the world?"

Your blush deepens and you shift a bit, trying to choose your next words carefully. "I've always been curious about you, Sigma. No one really knows you and what you do, aside from the fact you're the owner of this place. There's just something so enticing about you, and I can't quite figure out what."

As you speak, you notice his body slowly leaning more and more toward you, his face now hovering mere centimeters from yours.

Your eyes widen, and you laugh nervously fidgeting in your seat. "I-I mean to say, you're just interesting and..."

You break off in a soft gasp that quickly morphs into a moan as he clumsily presses his mouth to yours, clearly inexperienced by the way his lips part hesitantly, brushing his tongue gently against your bottom lip.

You instantly grant him entry, your mouth opening against his as the kiss turns sloppy, your tongues messily clashing together as he tries to devour your mouth with his hungrily.

And just as suddenly as he kissed you, he draws back away again, only strings of drool connecting you both as you stare at him, lips slightly bruised and kiss-bitten.

"You wanna know the real reason I agreed to play with you tonight?" His glimmering purple eyes search yours desperately, one hand coming to brush your hair gently. "I've noticed you many, many times before, always having to keep my distance to restrain myself. But tonight, after you asked me, I just couldn't anymore."

Biting your lip softly as you stare down at the flushed man before you, you rise from your seat, not bothering to go around, your dress riding up higher on your thighs as you crawl over the table toward him, scattering cards everywhere in the process.

Sigma’s eyes widen as you make it over to him, and quickly come to straddle his lap, facing him with a sly smirk curling up the corner of your lips.

Before he can protest though, you pull him into another kiss, this one more gentle as you savor the syrupy taste of him, exploring his mouth with your tongue slowly, and tasting him thoroughly.

One hand comes down to the bulge in his pants pressing against you, and slowly you begin pulling down his zipper, your other hand coming to brush against the large tent he's sporting, drawing in a breath at just how big he felt.

However, he instantly draws back, panting. "N-no w-we can't.."

You make a pretend pout at him, shifting across his lap, as you slightly grind over him making his head fall back with a groan.

"Oh come onn. I lost every game and therefore I owe you a lot, wouldn't you say?"

He whines softly in response, shaking his head slightly. "D-don't owe me anything."

Grinning you lift yourself to sit on the edge of the gambling table, your legs coming to either side of his hips. "Okay, then why don't you give me something?"

Sigma swallows, looking at you desperately. "B-but I-I've never..."

You smile, as his hands come up to hesitantly grip your thighs, nervousness clearly reflected in his face, the first sign that he's beginning to give in.

You lay down on top of the table, spreading your legs further to give him a nice view of the lacy panties you're wearing underneath your dress, as his large hands slide up your dress further.

"A-are you s-sure?" he stammers, fingers hooking in your waistband uncertainly.

You hum in response, lifting your hips to help him tug down your panties all the way down your legs, and spreading yourself wider, displaying your pretty, dripping pussy to him.

He inhales sharply at the sight, instinctively leaning his head forward, soft hair falling onto your thighs as he studies you for a moment, as if committing you to memory.

Impatiently, you try to arch yourself up more toward Sigma, and slowly his mouth comes closer, soft breaths fanning across your sensitive, weeping cunt.

Tentatively, his tongue darts out to savour you, instantly moaning into you at how unexpectedly, incredibly good you tasted.

Wasting no time at all, his hesitance is quickly forgotten as he buries his face between your plushy thighs, alternating between long, languorous stripes to pressing his whole mouth on you, tongue lapping fervently, as his groans reverberate through you.

You shudder, arching up more as he quickly learns which places make you squirm the most and begins ruthlessly smothering his tongue over them.

You cry out softly, hands reaching out to grip into his long, soft hair, thighs clamping tightly around him, and causing another whiny moan to slip out of his mouth, as he nestles himself further into your sweet cunt.

Mindlessly, Sigma's eager hands push your dress up more to explore more of your body, hands splaying across your stomach as he never falters, only seeming to go faster, encouraged by the high-pitched moans and whines leaving you at an increasing frequency, legs quivering around his head.

“F-fuck! Jus’ like that!” You pant, eyes rolling back in your head.

Sigma adjusts himself into a better position, and through the white-hot haze of pleasure he's giving you, you notice the way he's needily humping into the table, trying to get some friction as a form of relief for his throbbing cock.

And as his tongue lathers against you again and again, eager for more and already pussy-drunk off the taste of you, you begin to grind against his face, his nose bumping your clit deliciously.

Your thighs smother him fully as your pleasure drowns out everything else and you can't do anything but drag your pussy all along his face, eyes rolling back as your hands fly out to steady yourself, cards fluttering every which way.

And finally as he flattens his tongue against your entire pussy, trying his best to taste all of you at once, it's over as you come all over his face with a cry, legs shaking as your coiling stomach finally releases, white blurring your vision.

You hear shaky breathing, and an obscenely slutty moan from the man between your legs, and of course, you're not stupid so it's in that moment that you realize he came too, untouched.

As you breathe heavily, trying to come down from your high, you hear heavy footsteps come to a stop right in front of your secluded little corner.

"What the hell! Sigma!"

tagslist: (ask to be tagged!) @rosebluuod @sakui1 @kissesmellow21 @snowsilver2000

[vavaxx]

Safety first

Nikolai x reader (+ Fyodor)

[ !! : nsfw, afab reader, DUBIOUS CONSENT, groping, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, degrading, hair pulling, choking kink, praising, voyeurism, some kind of aftercare ] wc: 1.4k

beware of the tags!! this could be DISTURBING for some readers, consent is stated mid act!

(basically cop Nikolai fucks you on a car and you agree to it halfway trough)

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A soft breeze brushed over your exposed legs as you were returning home from your shift late at night.

Walking in the dark streets of the city was always a little worrying, never knowing what or who you could bump into, but seeing some policemen around was reassuring. They were there for people's safety, right?

Turning into a darker alleyway, you noticed a young white-haired cop leaning against his car, looking gently at you.

As you approached him, he immediately got closer to you, towering your figure with his tall body.

"Having a good night, miss? May I help you?" he said in a soft tone, looking at you directly in the eyes.

"Good evening sir" you said turning your head to the side, avoiding eye contact no, I don't need anything, thanks".

Suddenly his gloved hand came up to grab your chin and he made you turn to look at him.

"Are you sure, pretty? It's my job to help a young lady in need. I can take you home safely, you know the city is dangerous at this time..."

Your face showed your doubts. Trusting a random man, even if he called himself a cop, was still risky, but his appearance was inviting to say the least. He seemed to be around his late 20s, with snowy hair, beautiful eyes and a charming smile, to say the least.

"No need to worry angel, look! I am a policeman" he said, removing his hand from your face and pointing at a badge where you could read the name 'Nikolai'. "If you don't believe me, call the station, they'll confirm it!"

Too tired to investigate, you agreed to Nikolai's nice invitation, and with an imperceptible smirk on his face, he let you sit in the backseat. He then started driving to the address you gave him.

But as you were letting yourself relax, you saw a big hand appear from a hole in space and brush over your chest, in the tentative of unbuttoning your shirt. Gasping in surprise, you quickly tried to move away.

Panic started running through your body as he successfully opened your shirt and found its way under your bra. Ignoring your "No"s and pleas, he started toying with one of your nipples. The feeling of his fingers pinching your sensitive spot sent shivers all around your body, and the idea of how things could've continued further made your panties get wet. Why was your body reacting this way?!

"Can't you stay still back there? Driving is difficult with such chaos in the car, y'know." and as you looked at him, you could see his arm disappear under a black cloak on the passenger seat.

You didn't answer, too occupied in getting away from his hand when it disappeared to immediately materialized onto your thighs, gripping the soft flesh and smacking his palm here and there.

"Mh just stop, please" was all that could escape from your mouth before his hand lifted your skirt and pushed your damp panties aside.

"Ohh, and why would I listen to you begging when your wet cunt is telling me otherwise?" with that he pushed his finger further, with his thumb playing with your sensitive clit and the rest spreading your folds. You couldn't keep your mouth shut, at least not when his big hand was pleasuring you that much.

"I can't believe I brought in this car such filthy whore like you" he laughed at your moans, and, still panicking, you looked out the window only to see dark fields and not a soul within miles.

Looking down at your crotch, you felt two fingers enter your hole and get out full of slick, then he started pumping them in and out. The stretch felt so good and painful at the same time, and the biggest relief was the constant stimulation of your puffy bud.

"I see you can't wait any longer, can you?" he said smiling, turning the steering wheel around and stopping on the side of an empty road, where the only light source was a nearby street lamp.

Suddenly his hand between your thighs disappeared through his portal. Being your brain already dizzy, you couldn't follow his fast motions, and you soon found yourself out, bent with your stomach on the car hood with two big hands holding your waist.

He clicked his tongue, taking a view of your exposed ass and thighs touching against his bulge. You tried in vain to get up, to somehow escape his grip, scared of how things could've gone further, but his grip was too firm and you fell back down with your cheek on the cold metal.

"Don't try too hard pretty, I don't want you to tire yourself too much," he paused, removing some hair that covered your face. "Well, at least not this early."

"Now that we're here, do I have your consent to proceed, miss?"

The first thought you had was, why would he ask this now? How could he care now, when in that backseat it could still be seen the wet spot you left?

"I-, uh yes but m-" your words were immediately interrupted.

"Wonderful! I promise you'll enjoy my show as much as I will." One of his hands travelled down your back, sliding over your pulled-up skirt and teasing your entrance.

Then you heard him pull his trousers down to his knees and turned your head to take a look at him. Under his boxers there was a big bulge, which made you widen your eyes for a moment. "Like what you see?"

And getting rid of his underwear he revealed a 7 or so inches cock, already hard from your sounds and feeling only.

"What a whore, mouth watering over a stranger's dick, who's about to fuck you on a car hood." He leaned over you, getting closer to your ear to whisper "get as loud as you want darling, it's not like we're gonna getcaught."

That's what sent shivers through your body, more than the cold metal that pressed against your stomach. The thought of getting used, alone, lost in the dark by a stranger (a really attractive one), was a weird turn on surprisingly.

What brought you back from your thoughts was a deep thrust of his cock into your hole, pushing your body even harder on that coldness. His girth stretched you out so well that you could feel his tip slide against your warm walls.

"Mhpf" and other blabbering escaped your mouth when he started setting a merciless pace into your pussy, letting his balls hit your folds every time.

"God, how I love lost girls like you, ngh! Pretty girls so willing..." A sharp thrust made you whine loudly and your eyes closed shut. "...to get helped!"

His tip reached your sweet spot everytime, leaving you fucked out and pleasuring perfectly.

Big hands wrapped around your bust and neck, squeezing slightly on the side of it like you weren't already dizzy enough from his treatment. Soon the other hand slid down to your clit, brushing over it to feel your pussy clench and let out other slick, which was already mixing to the policeman's precum.

As you sightly opened your eyes, you saw two lights on the street get closer, and you realised in horrendous shock it was a car.

"Oh look! Ahh, we have a visitor!" Nikolai said, grabbing you by the hair and forcing your head up.

The car slowed down as it passed in front of you, a man with shoulder-length black hair and dark eyes gave a perverted smirk at the two of you, taking a mental image of your situation.

You made eye contact with him with half-lidded eyes and mouth hung open in pleasure, probably trying to whimper out something like 'get away' or 'please', but the way Nikolai was still pushing himself deep into you made it impossible.

The car eventually proceeded its way and you were left again with the policeman.

Hm, is my pretty slut on the pill?" and as you dizzily nodded, gripping your waist with both of his hands, he came in you, deep and filling you up to the brim with his cum.

You lied tired and dirty on the car hood, and after some minutes he grabbed you with his strong arms and let you rest inside the car.

You woke up in your apartment, lying on your bed with a clean pair of underwear, but still sticky inside, your brain still too foggy to understand how all of that could've happened.

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

General Headcanons with DOA Boys

Headcanon: General headcanons of stuff I think they will do Pairing: Fyodor x reader, Nikolai x reader and Sigma x reader Genre: Fluff, lowkey crack A/N: Thank you dc person for that one fyodor headcanon. →Masterlist

Nikolai

He probably likes to eat mud for fun and force everyone to eat it

You both secretly sneekout of the hideout and visit beaches at night, having deep conversation which would end up with him filling your shorts with sand

he likes to place insects and rats in your closet stating it is a harmless prank. Not even Sigma is excused from his pranks

Nikolai irrespective of being a prankster would gift you with ice-creams and bakery goods [to lactose intolerant ppl, he gives u popsicles]

that was until he decided to prank you once day and put hair in your food

Never fell into his 'get in hole' game. You got stuck in it for 40 days without food and water. No kidding.

The mysterious hole is filled with nothing but junk.😭😭 very questionable junk

You both love to prank others though.

"Let's plant the bomb under Sigma's bathtub" "Extra points make it filled with pink glitter"

Sigma was covered in pink glitter for thirteen days.

But! Personally Nikolai would be one of the best cuddlers in the manga/anime

The first time he wore normal clothes instead of his usual multi layered buisness clothing, you were in tears. How could someone pull such simple clothes so fashionably?

You like to braid his hair. Even if you suck at it, he would wear your braiding loud and proud.

"Ahh quiztime! Who braided my hair?" "Sir this is-" "Wrong answer," boom "it's my love YN who braided it, you are no fun"

And that's how the city's McDonald's got blowed up.

overall he is a good insane boyfriend, so 10/10 cause I love him 😋

Fyodor

This man

I swear he is fine asf but would probably learn all the instruments you like so he can play it to you when you are kidnapped by Dazai most prob.

he is a Lil more insane then Nikolai so he would probably boom North Korea cause he was bored. [NK people i am jk-]

"what did you have for breakfast" "I don't know" "wrong answer" And the next moment you know, South of Yokohama got blowed up

He is the most broken richest man you ever met.

he can't buy clothes for himself or even upgrade the doa office but will gift you a wholeass country as a Birthday return gift.

you force him to wear dresses and paint his nails, 😭 but my man is so down bad that he is sub in this relationship.

"Sir we have bombed the tunne-" "Good verywell" "🧍🕯️" 😭 nah cause they are hella scared when he wears makeup.

He would probably take you to fireworks only for you to realise he is bombing the area again.

"fyodor, we talked about this" "No" and he proceeds to boom everything

he isn't much of a hugger and probably tries to runaway when you try to even touch him, but mf would suffocate you in his sleep with his hug

He probably had tried giving those evil laughs, but the moment he did that, he choked on air.

Me and a person on my server were having a convo and they said "He probably bites his nails to much and they are really short"

he owns a pet rat but denys it

honestly, he is a 10 but he is a terrorist who likes to bomb everything up. But he is your boyfriend and he is hot.

Sigma

-Are you the man of the relationship or he is?

he is more of a 'please don't kill anyone sweetheart' rather then supporting your actions and being a 'lets commit arson dear YN'

Mf is rich asf. He would deny it ofcourse and then proceed to shower you with silk clothes, Gucci , prada comfy…..such a sugar daddy

😭😭hear me out, he is a ball full of sunshine and anxiety but he wouldnt hesitate to kill anyone who does wrong to you or his casino.

-"Sigma am I your first priority?" "Yes-?" "Is the casino your first priority?" "Yes-?" "Me or the casino?" "Yes"

He probably cries everytime you ignore him.

HE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.

once Nikolai kidnapped you for fun and man did Nikolai end up being half bald.

Sigma wants you to stay away from fyodor, because the last thing he knows is that he want to give fyodor a bombing partner.

Atp he doesnt want you to interact any of the DOA members, because little did he know, you will grow more insane with them.

I like to imagine you knowing Dazai and mentioning it to Sigma on occasions, and oh boy Sigma wanted to kill the man when he first met not because you talked a lot about him, but he would probably be the reason why you pull questionable strunt

10/10 Mama Sigma

He also doesnt allow you to run away freely in his casino, for all he knows is that you will cheat and win all the games.

He is so restrictive

You both probably or possibly may have this convo:

"BUT FYODOR GIFTED HIS S/O A WHOLE ASS COUNTRY, WHY CANT I GET THAT PLUSHIE??" "You cant cheat everytime to get the plushies" "BUT-" "Fyodor is a terrorist, we are not like them" "LEAST HE GIFTED HIS S/O-"

Your arguments probably never make sense to others, but its for you and Sigma to know.

Also he gave up on scolding you every time you try to eat casino coins.

He is such a 'I am trying to keep my S/O mentally sane' boyfriend, even if he needs to go to therapy. 8/10 bf material

Guys get a Sigma. Sigmas never disappoint.

A/N: Btw the discord server if you wanna join is here.