#Katerina Saburova x reader

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Here's a small request for anytime. I revisited your cute nicknames post because it always makes me happy. What pet names do you think Yulia, Aglaya, and Katerina would use?

🐿️ anon

Yulia Lyuricheva

Be it her rationality or overthinking to blame, Yulia rarely if ever uses petnames. Skeptic of their nature and sincerity, that they do more harm than good in the long run in any relationship.

What is even a petname if not demeaning by nature? Are you her pet, or are you human? Names tell stories, and you'd forsake yours for an adjective so vague and broad that it could apply to a billion different people?

She understands the purpose they serve, a ritualistic act, a reminder of faithfulness, a not-so-subtle reassuriance that your partner is not upset with you.

But Yulia is nothing if not a hypocrite, and life loves nothing more than making her go against her own ideals time after time.

"Honey." Is a one she starts to pick up after you gave her a side-eye one too many times when crossing path with a lovey-dovey couple showering each other with the most suffocatingly sweet petnames possible.

It sounds out of place within her automatonlike speech, sprinkled at the end of a sentence much like a cigarette smoke in a closed room with nowhere else to go.

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Aglaya Lilich

The classic petnames are timeless in her opinion.

"Sweetheart" is a one she uses in canon, viewing you as the sugary equivalent to her bitter soul. the tenderness to her steel walls.

"Beloved." Is a term she'd never shy away from using around others to make the intimate nature of your relationship very clear. She is upfront with her emotions, direct with her affection.

"My little sun." Is a one you'll scarcely hear despite it being her favourite. It's the term she refers to you with in both her journals and mind.

While not religious, she still heavily dislikes the term angel or any of its petname equivalents; she knows who she works for, they're rotten to the core. All angels are harbingers of doom and blight, another facade much like the kids playing god.

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Katerina Saburova

You get a glimpse of the loving woman she used to be through her choice of endearment terms... before this town twisted her into the broken husk of doll she has become.

"My dear," whispered quietly as she held you through the night, clinging to your arm in fear that the wind might steal you away if she spoke too loud.

"My love," light on her tongue, heavy in the air, she repeats it."My sweet love."

The sweet way "darling" slides off her tongue, full of yearning a if she's missing you before you're even gone.

"My heart" burning with the intensity of a thousand suns yet as quiet as a mouse, spoken like she's entrusting you with a grave secret.

It's not the petname she uses which matter, but the way Katerina grants each word the same reverence reserved for a prayer.

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Certain characters that I feel like would be good at accommodating a reader who struggles with chronic pain, especially headaches, are:

Daniil Dankovsky

Most doctors are skeptical of patients, fearing they exaggerate their discomfort, especially when it comes to people with chronic pain.

Dankovsky is not most doctors.

You know your body and limit better than him, so when you complain about your pain levels getting unbeatably high, he takes your word for it.

His room in the still waters is very quiet and dark. You're free to use it to your heart's content until your state gets more manageable. He'll prescribe you relief medicine and bring it to you alongside some water without any fuss. If he happens to stay in the room too, he puts extra effort not to bother you or make any noise.

Yulia Lyuricheva

She's in the same figurative boat as you, with her leg, migraines, and general being as a whole. Yulia recognises the signs of fatigue in you before you realise it. She is incredibly sensitive when it comes to deducing when your pain is starting to act up based on your subconscious behaviour. And therefore, is prepared ahead of you.

The benefit of living in the trammel is how quiet and empty a library tends to be, not that people in this town are big readers.

She'll hand you one of her favourite books. If you're not in the mood for ready, she pats the empty spot next to her on the couch and invites you to lay your head on her shoulder and relax by her side. If massaging the pained like your back or leg might relieve the pain, she would oblige. She'd inquire if you're fine with her smoking in the room, offering you one, too.

Katerina Saburova

Have her morphine.

No, seriously, take it. She doesn't mind, and she doesn't care if you have a prescription or not. You're clearly in pain, and her fragile heart can't stand seeing you suffer like this.

Especially since she's been there, too. When the anxious hollows of her mind were too consuming to function, when only screaming at the ninth doctor summoned from the outer town in a row seemed to finally convince them of how real her suffering is.

At least have a nap? Her bed is very comfortable and no one dares disturb her room. She'd bring you a plate of fruits to eat after you wake up, cutting them up and preparing it herself. Watching over you sleeping, hoping that her presence would at least keep the bad dreams away.

Made this while waiting for my pain meds to be absorbed and worked into my bloodstream bc this migrane is killing me rn.

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Okay but a secret romance with Katerina Saburova? It starts innocently enough, inviting her over for tea in the evening or even drinks at night, including her in your plans and giving her a genuine friendship after the years of loneliness she suffered.

And she finds herself liking you more than a friend, confiding in you about her worrying visions, the whispering earth, and how she feels like she is spiralling. How your little shared time together has become akin to a haven for her, for a short evening she gets to forget her worries by your side.

Then things start becoming. less innocent. Her hand lingers around your arm as you walk her home, saying how it's the only proper way for a lady like her to hold you. Her perfume lingers in the air and clings to your clothes after the hours spent together from how close by she'd sit, her head laying against your shoulder, her tired eyes staring at you with a sparkle of hope, you can't help but quickly glance at her parted lips and she feels your heart quickens.

She lets you stay over, asks you with help brushing her hair. An excuse to feel you sitting intimately behind her on the bed. Or maybe she's on a chair in front of her dresser while you stand behind, gently moving the brush through her soft black hair strands.

Your gazes lock in the mirror, both aware of how perfect of a picture this reflection paints. Of the warm blush dusting her cheeks, how alive she looks since she started getting more sunlight during your outings together.

How much healthier she looks in contrast to how fragile she seemed the first time you met her, hollow cheeks and dark circles under her sad eyes, as if the slightest breeze could make her fall to the ground.

Katerina asks for your opinion on a shade of lipstick she's putting on, hands having the slight tremble to them as she tries to paint her lips with faux confidence only to end up with a smuged corner. It's clearly been a while, and the passage of time is just downing at her.

Her face is rounder now, beautiful smile lines beginning to form after a lifetime of sorrows. She's been getting more sleep, resting in those sparce naps she'd take while cuddling by your side.

You move your thumb to the corner of her lips, delicately wiping the smudged part. Her breath stills as she freezes in her chair.

You leave her bedroom with the faintest marks of lipstick decorating the edge of your cheek, near your jaw, and just shy of your neck. You swear you can still feel the warmth of her lips pressing against your skin as you walk in the chilly air to head home.

But also on the other side... Her husband, Alexander Saburov, might put you in front of a firing squad if he ever finds out so-

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Would the Saburovs have a threesome with the reader? What would that be like?

Just what kind of person would it require to catch both of their attention at once?

Despite being married, Katerina and Alexander feel worlds apart in terms of morality, traits, and motivations. Alexander ran into a burning building to rescue a child once while Katerina might just sacrifice a person or two if her "earth" told her to.

A morally grey reader? Katerina needs someone more capable than her while Alexander requires someone weaker to look after. You'd be torn in a game of pull between those two, overestimating your virtues on one side while underestimating your strength on the other.

Either way, these two share one thing in common and it is Grade A+ in yearning. It would take months of pinning after you in order for them to eventually work up the courage to actually suggest that threesome.

Imagine the catastrophe if word spread around.

Well... it wouldn't be that damming; the utopians of the town are notorious for their "sexual deviation," so it's not like people would chase them out with pitchforks or anything.

But, the Saburov would still lose face amongst the righteous court they hold and keep company. They're not the Kains, after all. It's better to keep this affair on the hush-hush side. The invitation you received was vague in nature, either that or it merely masqueraded as a courtesy dinner invite by the level-headed couple, a way to show grace to the newly arrival in town and establish themselves as your ever helpful leaders, so to say.

Because they cannot leave behind evidences, Alexander insisted they must discuss this rather private matter with you in person. Who knows where letters end up when they're misplaced or who simply happened to be nearby when you receive it?

In a way, he also wants to shield Katerina from your rejection as a possibility. Her heart is too fragile, her nerves are worn too thin, and she requires delicate handling, at least from his point of view.

That's why he goes behind her back to invite you to his private office a day before the actual dinner takes place.

It's just a precaution to make sure you're actually aware of what you're getting into, you do understand the implication of this dinner, correct?

Despite his seemingly composed demeanour, it's clear the man is a fish out of water. With little prodding you can weasel out more information from him, how they haven't done anything like this before, how it was Katerina's idea because he was too ashamed of his feelings of infidelity to even bring it up.

Maybe if you lean towards him a little closer, sound his name out in a certain tone and watch the blood rush to his face, he'll accidentally let it slip out that the only reason they know how it's done is because they have received a similar proposition in the past.

From a certain Victor Kain and Nina Kaina.

But it was politely shut down which the other two respected with grace, which is why he invited you here before hand... He still clearly remembers how embarrassing that dinner was when the true reason behind it finally clicked to the Saburovs.

He understands he is rambling- Look, you're a very attractive person and you still have your life ahead of you, he completely understands if you want nothing to do with an old married couple in their 40s, you could easily get someone more suitable for your age.... Just steer clear of Andrey- No, both the Stamatin twins as a whole, that's Alexander's only advice if you take nothing else from this meeting.

Give him your final answer so he can gently relay the word to his wife. A yes or no would suffice, no need to explain yourself further.

...Alexander's genuine look of surprise after your firm agreement was quickly masked away behind a reassured smile.

To say that he was delighted by your answer would be an underestimation.

What he's completely oblivious of, is the fact his wife had this exact same conversation with you a mere day ago behind his back. Katerina wanted to hear the truth from your lips rather than wait around in her room, she wanted your honest answer no matter what, she swore she could handle it.

And similarly to how her sweet lips met the corner of your mouth in a tantalising display after you voiced your agreements, Alexander pressed the back of your hand to his lips, a gentle mannered kiss that held the promise of much more from the way his lips brushed against your knuckles.

Both asking you to keep this meeting a secret from their spouse, they would rather lessen their burden than add to it.

It was clear how much they adored each other and yet the Saburovs couldn't communicate to save their lives.

Both the husband and the wife would rather treat their assumptions as facts than simply ask the other person, they'd rather go the long way around the house than unlock the hallway door separating their bedrooms, they'd rather secretly invite you over to have this long and convoluted chat than simply sit down and talk to one another.

Oh how you wish to have been a fly on the wall during their infamous wedding day just to have stood witness to the chaos that surely went down.

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The threesome itself

No matter your gender, Alexander would still try to take the lead because, of course, he does.

It's less of a show of being dominate and more of a noble sacrifice? The unwilling group leader who has to overseer the project and carry the responsibility because he knows no one else wants to take on that burden. Or at least that's what he assumes because Katerina certainly never showed any enthusiasm for being on top while together.

If you attempt to flip the tables on him and steal the reigns, he will go down without a fight. Slightly impressed by your courage to stand him to him and ask the Alexander Saburov to submit to you.

Which he enjoys more than he likes to admit.

Katerina meanwhile is as intense as a touchstarved storm, as if she hasn't felt another's touch in decades from the way she melts into your every kiss and grope. How she eagerly follows after your lips in attempt to greedly capture them once more, the way she grinds her hips against yours, coaxing your hands to run all over her body.

All her self restraint is out the window as vulgar words spill from her dainty painted lips, asking you to make her feel alive, pleading with you to pay attention to her.

Both of them are in total coordination in bed, completely balancing each other out with effortless unison.

You realise just why they tend to blindly trust their institution, they never have to speak their thoughts or plans out loud in order to enact it.

Alexander completely understands what Katerina wants to do when she climbs onto your lap and he helps guide your hips to grind against her desperate heat.

Katerina guides your hand to her husband's leaking cocking as she wordlessly teaches you exactly how he likes it, how hard to tug and how much pressure makes him whimper out.

It's hard to keep up with them, both are hungry for you beyond what's bearable. Veying for your attention while selflessly sharing you between one another.

At certain moments, your mind is too consumed with pleasure for you to be able to tell apart whose mouth is against yours and whose fingers are deep within you.

Alexander prefers to have you face him, to be able to see your expression and look into your glossy eyes as you cry out in pleasure.

Squeezing your thighs and spreading your hips wider, he's obsessed with every curve and soft spot on your body. Hands trailing down your stomach, groping your ass and Squeezing your hips until his handprint is left behind.

While Katerina enjoys putting her mouth on every part she can reach of you, littering the back of your neck with hickeys, biting your neck, and leaving marks of her teeth behine. Trailing kisses down every hardened and sharp point on your body, feeling you shiver and squirm as she grazes her teeth against your most sensitive areas.

She absolutely wants to see you taking her husband's cock, she wants to push down your body onto it until he's balls deep inside you, having grind against your sweet spot while you bury your face into her plush chest.

Alexander completely obeys her when she tells him to fill you with cum over and over again until its overflowing, her moans mixing with your own and filling the room as you mouth against her chest, taking her nipple in your mouth and nursing on it like a very good doll. Oh how she sings your praises while you're taking load after load inside.

You're exhausted by the end, Alexander sharing the sentiment as he attempts to regain his breath. His wife surprisingly still full of vigor and energy as she gets up from the bed, tying her hair back up and heading into the shower.

Alexander pulls you closer meanwhile, protectively wrapping his body around yours, massaging your sore muscles with his hands, softly apologising for accidentally pressing against a forming bruise or two.

He's attentive to your body, getting up to pour you a glass of water without you having to ask. Helping you sit up and asking how you're feeling, are you holding up well?

Oh how amazing you were.

Katerina helps you to the shower afterwards while her husband takes care of changing the sheets. After everything is tidy and clean, it's Katerina who suggests you spend the night in her room.

Maybe share breakfast with them in the morning? It's the least hospitality they could offer to the new arrival in town, Alexander adds.

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It was such a treat to read your Yulia hcs!! Earlier you'd made a post wondering what your writing feels like to others. Sometimes I'd liken it to bubble gum - like a big gumball I just want to bite into and chew for a long time (don't worry, it's a magical gumball that doesn't lose its flavor).

The Yulia hcs were like a pastry with powdered sugar and cream (no doubt this is influenced by you mentioning the pastry at the beginning) - something delicate. Like snow falling in a snow globe and like a warm hug at the same time. Lovely ♡ I appreciate that you always take care to mention her leg as well.

I love both kinds of food!!!!! Thank you for taking the time to write my requests :) <3

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Ooh, ships! I haven't ventured very far into any Patho ships tbh! I know the big one is Daniil x Artemy ofc. I'm really hoping that the Marble Nest and P1 will help me connect with Daniil more. And I do enjoy Artemy x Aglaya.

What I meant was more along the lines of what personality traits in a reader would make them a good match for those characters? Uhh I cannot phrase this to save my life. In your Victor x reader fluff, you said that a stubborn confident reader would do well with him, so something like that!

But you basically answered my question anyway ^^ "Someone who can stand her enough to live together" for Yulia lmfao. Your description of Peter and Yulia is killing me. This too is #girlrotting.

I'm interested to see how Yulia x Eva plays out in P1 or if it's just mentioned in passing. Somebody on reddit described Eva as "a dreamer without a dream" - I barely know her but that seems to match up with what you're saying and I LOVE that phrase.

I see both of your Bad Grief visions and I've actually seen some vaguely shippy Victor x Grief art before.

I'm not too invested in any ships. If you want to know something terrible... I've briefly entertained the idea of Big Vlad x Artemy........ if he didn't always call Artemy "my boy" and if other characters weren't frequently accusing Artemy of being like, owned by him or whatever, then I wouldn't be like this..... it's the guard dog trope. Obviously this would have to be in an alternate universe where Artemy's dialogue choices didn't strongly imply he's not on board 😆 Well, there's my cursed opinion of the day.

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Oh! I'm sorry, i must have misunderstood your request then.

Here is what I think the "ideal" Reader for each character would be:

Katerina Saburova

Someone who would never lose faith in her no matter how dire her state becomes. To see her value hidden beneath the role she failed to play, the responsibility she failed to fullfill and the Misteress she couldn't amount to.

To understand her pain, take it from her shoulder and carry it before her collarbones crack. Wipe her tears and tell her it will be okay, allow her the small relief of medicine and never judge her because her cruel harsh mind already does that.

She knows she is a mess, she knows her addiction to morphine is wrong. Moments of lucidity sneak up on her from time to time, the guilt suffocating and the shame like razors dragging down her throat.

She is aware of what the town people whisper behind her back, of her ruined reputation. Don't become one of them too, please, more than anything she needs a friend right now.

Someone to love her unconditionally, but also someone to take the difficult steps her in stead. To hold her and comfort her as withdrawal set her nerves on fire and her nails dig into her skin.

To make her forget about this damned town or her barren womb, grant her a moment of genuine peace, a facade of normalcy. Take her outside, let her remember the smell of fresh air, pluck stray dandelions to gently tuck between her hairstrands, keep her warm in your arms as the chilly autumn winds breeze by.

Remind her how life was before all of this madness, who she was. Katerina can't even recall her own hobbies or interests, she is lost and only she can save herself.

So at least be there for her, show her that there is more to life. Be gentle, never cruel. Be patient and never judgmental. Be loving and never afraid.

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Yulia Lyuricheva

As pathetic as it might sound, Yulia just wants one soul who will stand her enough to spend time together, to live in the same house and share bread and a bed.

She is often quiet around other people, she learned to be. She had to. Being too much was her curse for this lifetime, apparently. Ever since she was young, she quickly understood how saying the wrong things would tremble down the fragile foundation every relationship is built on.

Yulia likes most people, believe it or not. How can she not when everyone is so interesting and unique? Every single person is the accumulative of all the choices and paths they picked during their lifetime. A coin toss of fate during every decision, red strings weaving into a whole person, scouplting their personality out of clay from their history and experiences.

Most humans are interesting and rather adorable. She enjoys observing them, making notes, and connecting the dots. Appreciating the work of art, mathematics' creation.

Each of them like naive children in a playground, pretending to know what they're doing as they wear their adult clothes and go to their adult jobs. Pretending there is some inherent meaning in it all, as if life isn't one big joke, and a rather tactless one at that.

Yulia couldn't fool herself like them. She couldn't play make-believe. She ran by facts and hard evidence, numbers never lied and the grim reality was that humanity's whole existence is just one big coincidence. A blep in the universe, a speck of dust amidst the galaxies and stars.

People didn't like being reminded of those facts, that every birthday is simply one inch deeper into the grave.

Damn her cursed tongue and restless mind.

Therefore she watered herself down, remained content with being an observer. Never causing harm or annoying others, mild mannered and keeping to herself. Isolating, suffocating, forced to be the only victim subjected to the dark corners of her mind.

When the abyss started to whisper to her back, Yulia turned to smoking.

She wants someone who would want her, all of her. The good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. Someone to admire her brilliant mind while remaining strong in the face of her occasion episodes of apathy. Someone who will understand or at least sympathise why she hasn't cleaned her room in weeks, why old coffee mugs are rotting on the table, why she barely opens the windows in her home.

Why she simply cannot bother to exist on some days, dissociating as she blankly stares out the window, or at a wall or an equation drawn on the chalk board.

Why the clocks in her residence require frequent repairs, courtesy to being smashed against the wall in a swift motion when their ticking starts making her ears bleed.

Could someone even stand her when she cannot stand her own self on most days? Could someone love her as she is? Or is she really irredeemable, cursed since birth.

She may seem smart, but she is prone to rather stupid impulsive decisions from time to time. Indulging life risking experiments out of curiosity because she might as well go down in her own style rather than wait for time ungratefully reap her soul.

Someone who will get her out of bed on the days where the idea of chewing food seems too exhausting.

Yulia doesn't want someone who will gift her meaning and a purpose on a silver plate, rather she'd like for you to kindly hold the candle and shine the light so she may find her way herself. It's been years, and she's gotten used to living in the dark.

Be sympathetic but not overindulgent. Be forgiving and not vindictive. Be her shoulder to lean on but still let her walk on her own two legs. Steady her steps but do not lead her or attempt to diverge her path.

Peter Stamatin

He might make it seem like he needs a muse, that a shiny new thing is what will get him out of this rut.

But it won't, all the nymphs of the forest will look dull after one night, all the gems will lose its shine after one touch.

What he needs, is to wake up.

To stop mourning things immediately after their birth, to not borrow grief from tomorrow and keep reliving it each day.

What he needs is the mundane, the human animal basic requirements. To remember he is a mammal deep down, he isn't a concept nor an abstract collection of ideas, he isn't a ghost watching people pass by, he is flesh and blood.

Someone who will bring him back down from his journey up in the clouds, who will steal him back from the stars, from all the gaint things bigger than life itself that he got accustomed to befriending and haveing one sided conversations with.

He cuts his own thoughts before he finishes them because he lost interest, he stops mid sentences because he grew bored of the words coming out of his own mouth.

He will complain and throw tantrums, but you must prevail his trails and stand your ground. He will dramatise things and get mad, he will cry and break down, he will act as if you're plucking his heart out of his chest and crushing it in your hand.

You must prevail.

Remind him that he will survive. Sure, he can get mad, but he must stay alive. Peter needs an intervention, someone brave enough to risk upsetting the crowned prince of humanity's best of the best and tell him it's bedtime.

To drag him away from the blank canvas he has been staring at for hours, to hold him accountable for skipping meals or rotting in bed for weeks without going outside.

Someone to reteach him the basic maintenances task of being alive, the ones he neglected and gradually forgot as he couldn't bother to remember he too own a human body that requires care. That his brain is an organ that requires fuel and breaks as much as it is visions-plagued maze.

Take him with you to bathe, gently lather shampoo in his hair as he stiffly sits in the lukewarm water while watching the yellow rubber duck float by. Guide his fingers when it comes time to apply conditioner and let him remember how the texture of his own hair feels like, watch him rediscover how nice it is to let water wash his worries away.

Peter needs the simple pleasures in life, his soul requires a soft served ice cream cone, a cheap candy from a corner store, a hummed melody you made up while hanging your clothes to dry.

The mundane, the ugly, the eggs with burnt edges. Food that is merely food and nothing else, drinks that are simply drinks rather than magical twyrine mixtures that let him hear whispers he will never be able to decipher or understand.

Be firm but never controlling. Be a teacher but never condescending. Be a human, most of all, a real human being to show him that he is too.

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Bad Grief

Grief can't decide if he wants someone to see the good in him or if that would cause more harm than good. He has a role to play and he's very good at it.

It is a necessary evil. The gangs will exist with or without him, it's better that he leads them and makes sure they never cross the line than someone else who might not be trusted.

A cause surprisingly more noble than anyone would ever expect of him. This life has fallen directly into his hands, every road led him down his path as if it was custom made for his measurements alone. It was always suspicious, how well things fell into place, how convenient fate was at times.

Does he need someone to see the good in him? peak behind the curtains and view him at his most barest forms? Not really. He is content with playing this role for eternity, a glorified shopkeeper, he can keep the jig up for many years to come.

But is it what he wants? is that what he really wants from life? to surrender to fate and simply take it laying down? He pushes these swarming thoughts away, as if they won't return at dawn.

You didn't fear him, either someone with a death wish, a brave fool or an apathetic idiot.

But he felt weird under your gaze, as if your eyes could see through him, through the facade. You never reacted to his empty threats or intimidation attempts, neither did you acknowledge the fact he is a criminal much. You weren't here to challenge him or take his throne, neither were you here for a favour or to obtain something illegal.

...you were merely here for him? To what... chat?

He did think you were a fool for a while, he won't lie. ulterior motives or not, you were walking into a den of criminals each morning just to what? Talk to him about the weather and how cold autumn is?

You weren't part of the script, clearly an unfated encounter that you deliberately went out of your way to have with him each day.

Until one day, he noticed the lack of any ticking sounds as you approched him. Your usual pocket clock seemed still in place from the chain dangling from your pocket, which could only mean one thing.

"Hand it over dollface."

And you did, as if you anticipated this request.

He fixed it for you, fingers moving by sheer muscle memory alone, a skill he thought he had long forgotten.

Bad Grief wants someone who isn't afraid to be free, who comprehends the role he has to play, who doesn't condemn things they do not understand.

Someone who isn't trying to save him or make him change from this life of crime, but also someone who is brave enough to walk by his side on the streets, to hold his hand in public, to not bend to the whims of the public's opinion.

The air is really chilly, would you like his jacket? ....don't ever call him a gentleman again, he just doesn't want you to freeze to death, that's all.

Grief would love someone who walks their own path, someone who will make the first step for him because deep down he is frozen by fear, too cautious for his own good. Too aware of what's at risk, of what could happen.

Of how much he could endanger you just by knowing your name, just by people seeing you at his side. You do realise what you're sacrificing? the opportunities which will never be presented to you just because you decided to be with someone like him? It's your funeral.

But he really is touched, that someone will see him worth all of that. Bad Grief had to ensure he remains useful to people all his life, that the townfolks need him more than they hate, that he is a necessary foundation that could never be uprooted without the entire structure collapsing.

Even the authorities know that, the Saburov understand his usefulness in keeping the criminal structure plates at bay, how he sets the rules and decides where to draw the line. A mutual beneficial relationship built of begrudging respect and fear.

He needs you to understand that he must. He digged his own grave, he was lead here on a leash by life. It was this or death. Don't look at him with distant, don't let fear cloud your judgements.

Be brave, never afraid. Be direct and always sincere. Be smart and clever but never cautious or cowardly. Be moral but never vendective.

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Most important of all, the ideal reader would be different to each character based on what they value most. Someone like Aglaya values personal freedom above all and would fall for an independent Reader with their own convictions rather than blindly follow the herd. Someone authentic and brave.

While someone like Alexander Saburov would rather be that person for the reader. Preferring that you're more dependent on him and believe in his notions and principles, having faith in his justice and righteousness. To rely on him to tell you what's right and what's wrong. It's important to only indulge within limit and never stray too far from the path of what's wrong and right.

On the other extreme, Andrey also values freedom but it is his own freedom he cares most about. Your freedom shouldn't challenge his too much nor ask him to change his ways, if you love him then you must love him for who he is because he doesn't plan on changing for anyone. Morals are treated as another cage that suppresses his freedom rather than human decency.

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My own writing tastes like a gumball to you- I know you meant it as a good thing but ouch. Does my writing really seem childish and overwhelmingly sugary? Ah-

It's not a bad thing, it's just not what I was aiming for either. At least you seem to enjoy it so yeah. I hoped my style would seem more... poetic to you? Sincere?

I'm grateful regardless. I liked the pastry comparison in Yulia's story, however. It fits the vibe I was aiming for.

I hope your day is amazing, do please take care of yourself.

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Could I please request a second part to the "What their kiss feels like" drabbles? With Yulia, Aglaya, Katerina, + Victor if you can forgive me for breaking the unspoken girls-only rule (that I just made up in my head)

🐿️ anon

Don't worry, Vicky is basically one of the girls, so it's fine to include him as a little treat. Hell, I'll throw in his oomfie Sasha as well.

What their kiss feels like

[fluff, kissing, romance, GN Reader]

Aglaya Lilich

Her lips are cold, bare and soft like cotton. They press against yours with reassured confidence, slotting perfectly in place. Ghosting her lips over yours for a stretched out second, observing you squirming in anticipation. Just as you're about to speak, she fully closes her mouth against yours, swallowing your words and relishing in the look of surprise on your face. The flat of her palm resting against your chest, as if toying with the strings of your heart. She tastes of nothing, strangely.

She kisses you as if it was her one purpose in life, as if this one simple act was all that this universe was created for. More sensual than you'd ever expect from the fearsome inquisitor, it's tantalising and calm, soothing yet blunt. A faint smile adorns her lips in the aftermath, Aglaya seems content with her life for a moment.

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Yulia Lyuricheva

Her lips are dry more often than not. She tends to forget to occasionally drink water and other menial tasks alike. Sometimes, you taste bitter coffee at the tip of her tongue, othertimes it's the sour aftermath taste of a cigarette smoke. It takes coaxing to get her to fully melt into a kiss, let her guard down, snuff out the cigarette and replace it with your lips against hers. And then it takes even more effort to get her to let go when all she wants is to overdose on your taste.

She kisses you as if it's her one solace from despair, lethargic in her slow movement, slowly regaining her vigour through each peck and kiss. Kissing her is the only way to get her to shut up when nothing kind seems to come out of her mouth that day.

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Katerina Saburova

Erratic and hungry, greedly chasing after your lips whenever you pull away for air, your lungs burning inside your chest as her blown wide pupils meet your eyes, silently pleading for you to give her just a little bit more. The taste of her lipstick is... exactly how you'd expect makeup to taste like, leaving stains and marks alongside your lips and smearing around the corners of your mouth. Her arms fully wrap around your shoulders, taking a hold of your nape and guiding you towards her. You're pressed impossible close that her perfume latches onto you for hours to come afterwards, a lavender fragrance following in your trail.

She kisses you as if she's only been kissed once before and spent the rest of her life chasing after that high, attempt after attempt to replicate that feeling, starved for affection and devotion.

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Victor Kain

His lips are relatively soft, well taken care of. There's a subtle taste of mint that becomes more prominent the deeper the kiss goes. Was it his morning toothpaste or one of the chocolate mint candies he kept in a bowl on his desk for guests? His hands immediately find your waist, simply holding you there, thumbs moving back and forth on your sides. You almost get the impression he'd rather do this sitting down, to get you comfortable on his lap so he may prolong this act of intimacy to his heart's content.

He kisses you with gentleness, it's almost suffocating how delicately he treats you. Measured movement preventing him from crossing the line of "barely enough" Keeping you aching and seeking more. Never quite satisfying your appetite as he pulls away before you could have your fill, only to start the process all over again.

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Alexander Saburov

His lips are thin, chapped almost, and pressed tightly closed more often than not. the after shave stubble surrounding his mouth scratches your skin in a good way, slightly ticklish. He apologetically changes his position in an attempt to get you more comfortable. His posture is straight, stiff shoulders loosening as he melts into your kiss as the tips of his fingers glide down your back. Sometimes, he tastes like honey, just like how sweet he likes his morning tea.

He kisses you in moderation, with abstinence in mind. As if you're the world's greatest temptation, his very own personal tormentor. The river of styx, he must resist drinking from least everything else he deems important might vanish from his memory.

[shmowder]

X reader Drabbles

Alexander Saburov

criminal childhood friend reader

Specific fetishes: Dacryphilia + Thigh kink

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Andrey Stamatin

proposing to him with a ring

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Artemy Burakh

AroAllo Artemy x reader

Why you'd divorce him

Ex-husband HC

size kink smut

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Daniil Dankovsky

Bicker and love

Ex-husband HC

The day you hand the divorce papers

How you two got married

Fluffy marriage HC

Marriage HC when you're on your period

smut oral fixation

With a reader on T

With a reader who has a cat

With pierced biker reader

Introducing yourself as a "doctor"

Psychologist reader pt.1

Psychologist reader pt.2

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Marriage ceremony with kin reader

Deliberately ignoring you while you ride his thigh

Georgiy Kain

Secret admirer

Love dynamic

Trip to the Capital

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Katerina Saburova

Not so innocent affair

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Maria Kaina

Devoted knight

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Oyun

Specific fetishes: Humiliation + CBT

Dommed + kicked by a short reader

Gently topping him

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Peter Stamatin

Mouthfeeding you alcohol

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Stanislav "Stakh" Rubin

Teasing him about his size kink

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Victor Kain

X reader fluff

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Vlad the younger

Calling the wrong name during sex

Relationship thoughts

One-sided Love

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Yulia Lyuricheva

Specific fetishes: Toxic butch masculinity

Wearing a strap 24/7

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Multiple characters / General

Reaction to modern reader's clothes

What they bring to your birthday Pt.1

Yandere concepts

General Yandere ideas

What their kiss feels like Pt.1 [Maria, Eva, Lara]

What their kiss feels like Pt.2 [Aglaya, Yulia, Katerina, Victor, Alexander]

with an inexperienced reader

General wedding ideas

Generel ex-spouse ideas

More Yandere ideas + music

Pursuing unhappily married reader pt.1

Pursuing unhappily married reader pt.2

Petnames Pt.1 [Artemy, Daniil, Victor, Rubin, Bad Grief]

Physical Affection

ideal reader for them

Plague doctor Reader and smut crybaby reader

Dom Aglaya/Reader, Sub Big Vlad/Reader

Old Coots Polycule

Finding out you have 10 cats

Threesome with Victor and Nina

Aglaya, Andrey and foreign poetry

Petnames Pt.2 [Aglaya, Yulia, Katerina]

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Poly Artemy & Daniil

Hysteria

Hysteria pt.2

Hysteria pt.3

General Dynamic

Using you to settle an argument

Switching places

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Poly Victor & Alexander

Threesome

Putting them in a "get along" sweater