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ishzuprincess · 3 days ago
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Nikolai!! ✨✨
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iztea · 8 months ago
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awkward helicopter ride back home
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imsofrancey · 6 months ago
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fyodor was actually insane in the last chapter
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venelona · 1 month ago
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coping with 119
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crowatyourwindow · 5 months ago
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Since you all loved my pigeon Nikolai art so much, here's rat Fyodor :)
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lunamonchtuna · 5 days ago
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you desire love but push away affection? what are you? written by Dostoevsky?
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denkies · 1 month ago
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iwamimimimi · 9 months ago
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starlightshadowsworld · 2 months ago
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I love how Fyodor had a document listing what everyone in the Port Mafia’s abilities are. Probably also mentioning their strengths and weakness because it was written by Ace who wanted to overthrow Mori.
And yet he didn’t realise that the thing with the bullet was something Chuuya could do. Obviously he didn’t expect it because he was duped. But he didn’t even realise Chuuya could do that.
Because that kind of dumb reckless prank wouldn’t be in a document like this. It’s something built upon through a bond between two idiots.
Fyodor knew not to try and have Chuuya manipulate the heavy water because his ability doesn’t work on liquids. But because he considers Chuuya and Dazai’s bond to be so weak he wouldn’t consider them ever being close enough to do something like this.
And that doesn’t just mean the bullet, but all of this.
For the espionage, the trickery, the gamble that if they’d trusted each other any less they’d both be dead. Because Fyodor doesn’t trust anything he can’t control and is always saying he and Dazai are the same.
I guess someone really wasn’t paying attention in Dead Apple.
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chuuyaandreaderkilldazai · 4 months ago
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thewickedjazzy · 9 days ago
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Level 2: Hush [Waxplay] for Kinktober.
♡soft dom! fyodor d. x afab! reader.
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♡Synopsis: fedya decides to swap "crime and punishment" for "pleasure and punishment," he really means it, with a paraffin candle on the side.
♡Warning: ņsfw, mdni, smųt, waxplay, oral (cunnilingus), cum play, multiple orgasms..etc.
♡Word Count: 1k.
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your hands claw at the couch cushion, knuckles turning white as you struggle to swallow your moans, needy lewd sounds slipping from you against your own will, pillowy thighs quivering and closing in around his head, he’s nestled between them, tongue exploring every sweet curve of your sex, slurping up the pleasure that floods from your empty, sweet cunt. your legs instinctively tighten even more as a gentle shudder rolls through you with each luscious motion, leaving you helpless to the way he makes you cum, over and over again.
feeling the pleasure coil through your lower nerve bundles again, a soft, breathy moan slips from your parted, puffy lips only to be swiftly silenced by fyodor's cold hand, pulling back his pink hot muscle from your clenching cunt right before you're about to reach the roller coaster of your orgasm.
“quiet now, lyubov,” he hisses, his fingers softly kneading your left thigh. “we wouldn’t want my men to overhear those sweet sounds.”
you manage a shaky nod, a few stray tears glistening against his palm as you try to obey. his amethyst irises dilate with lust, lips curving in an amused smirk. “good.. because you wouldn't want me to punish you, hmm?”
your head tips back, eyelids fluttering as you let out the smallest, muffled moan against his hand—a sound intended solely to pleasure his ears.
“oh you naughty thing! is that what you want? for me to punish you?” he leisurely pulls his hand away, standing tall between your quivering legs. you gaze up at him, lips trembling and eyes heavy from the unending orgasms. words elude you, trapped in your throat, unable to escape.
“f-edya?” you manage to utter, but it’s a futile effort as he turns to grab a candle resting on his study desk near the couch.
“do you know what this is?” he asks, tilting his head as he watches your eyes widen in apprehension. is he really going to punish you like your mother did when you misbehaved as a child? perhaps that’s why you feel a rush of excitement now—you should be ashamed that such a thing is amusing to you but you're too fucked out to give it a thought.
“a candle?” you breath out, trying to sit up but to no avail, your muscles are way too sore to move an inch.
he chuckles softly, slowly shaking his head, “It’s actually a paraffin low-temperature wax. it melts at a much lower temperature than regular candles, around 125 degrees fahrenheit. ideal for you sensitive skin. in addition to..”
your mind is too hazy to grasp everything he’s saying, but he clearly thinks he knows what he's doing, so you nod along with a blissfully clueless look on your face.
“you really don’t understand a thing, do you?” he muses, a teasing smile blooming on his lips.
“not in the slightest,” you reply, blinking twice as if trying to clear the fog from your hazy mind.
he leans in closer, his lips grazing yours like a feather, and just as you tilt your head to meet his for a kiss, a warm liquid begins to trickle down your collarbone. you gasp softly, feeling the molten wax glide over your skin, it feels unexpectedly gentle and soothing? wrapping you in warmth-a sumptuous sensation you hadn't anticipated. instead of burning, it caresses you, sending ripples of warmth and delight coursing across your body as it pools in the valley between your bare breasts.
“exquisite,” fyodor drawls, pouring more and more of the amber wax all across your collarbones and breasts, soft erotic whimpers feeling the room. once he’s pleased with the little painting he’s splattered across your body like a canvas with burgundy droplets embellishing your skin beautifully, he sits back between your thighs, slowly dripping more onto them.
“nnghh…f-edya…ah–” you gasp, head falling back as he spreads your legs wider. your breathing falters, barely holding back a cry when his lips wrap around your swollen clit, the sensation is way too much forcing more tears to stain your soft cheeks. you watch him make out leisurely with your delicious folds, long slender digits breaching your dripping pussy and curling them enough to tease your nerve bundles.
“oh my, my… you naughty thing,” he coos, fingers still fucking you, pale lips sucking around your clit again harshly. “about to come again?” his chuckle vibrates through your tight walls as they clench around his fingers, dragging a needy, high-pitched whine from you. “you love being my little masterpiece, hmm?”
you can't respond too spent to form coherent words, instead your hips rise to meet fyodor's probing tongue as he delves deeper, spitting between your puffy folds and catching every drop that spills from your drenched core, letting it slide down your lower cheeks and painting your thighs in a glossy sheen as if the molten wax is not adroning them so perfectly already. he can't help but palm his cock from beneath, stroking it in time with the rhythm of your trembling legs as they lock around his neck.
“please, d-don’t stop… ’m—so close, ngh fuhh-mmkk!” you barely register that his hand is muffling your moans, all you care about is the overwhelming pleasure of your impending orgasm as his fingers thrust viciously inside you. your toes curl from the extremity of the full-body orgasm building within you.
he devours you, reveling in the taste of your sweet nectar, slurping up every drop. he rests his head against your lower abdomen, breath coming in heavy gasps. as his hand work faster around his cock before he shoots thick ribbons opaque seed into his palm.
“good luck cleaning me up, because there’s no way i’m moving a muscle,” you try to chuckle, but it came out as a breathy whine.
he chuckles lowly still catching his breath and just as he is about to lean in for a kiss, a loud knock cuts through the room, followed by nikolai's cheerful voice. “fyodor! you in there? sigma doesn't want me to play with his cards ugh!… uh, why does it smell like a candle factory exploded?”
“Iisus khristos! i desperately need a break,” he sighs dramatically before grabbing a nearby towel.
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ishzuprincess · 20 hours ago
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✨I line-arted the Nikolai sketch✨
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iztea · 6 months ago
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imagine if they didn't pull that sword out of Bram in time and then Fyodor got reincarnated as a lollipop stick
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dazaistabletop · 6 months ago
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I feel like we should've known this was going to happen considering Fyodor looks like he was just meant to be wearing those clothes
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martaridzee · 7 months ago
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sasudou · 2 years ago
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the real reason fyodor wanted to go to prison with dazai is because he wanted a japanese tutor
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