#fyodor rp

[fyodorsdostoevsky]

"You 🫵"

- @shin-ju-wa

oh. you.

[subject-fyodor]

Oh, you, great. Good morning

- @sigmaofthe-lab

"good morning, sigma-kun. do you need something?"

[fedyaadostoy-kun]

ÆAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

How are you guys? I'm happy

[fyodorsdostoevsky]

@nikolai-gogol-real us?

[chessandpunishment]

HI DOS-KUN!

@nikolai-rp

Good evening, Kolya.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

REASONS NOT TO END IT ALL:

1) all the unreleased songs from your favourite artist

2) all the dogs and cats waiting to be loved by you

3) GOTTA OUTLIVE THE HATERS

4) THE HATERS GONNA BE HAPPY IF YOU DIE

5) potatoes. boil them, mash them, fry them up till golden and crispy

6) we got 2 more fnaf movies to go

7) dr. pepper

8) you have so many hugs left to give and get

9) you might eat your favourite meal tomorrow

10) keep telling yourself “not today.” one day you won’t have to.

please, REBLOG + ADD MORE REASONS!

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

How BSD characters say "thank you."

Atsushi: "Thank you so much!!"

Yosano: "Thanks, kid."

Ranpo: "Thanks a million!!"

Kunikida: "I thank you."

Kyoka: "My sincerest appreciation for what you did."

Kenji: "Thank you, thank you, thank youuu!!!"

Naomi: "Thanks."

Junichiro: "Why, thank you!"

Dazai "Oh, my Belladonna, I don't know how to repay you!! Maybe a double suicide will–"

Fukuzawa: "You're too kind. My thanks."

Chuuya: "tch, thanks. I owe you one."

Mori: "Ah... You're an angel."

Akutagawa: "What? I'm not thanking you! I could've done that on my own !! >:(("

Higuchi: "Awe, thank youuuu!!!!!"

Gin: "... I- uh... Thank you, really..."

Koyo: "Thank you, dearie, you've made my day."

[oompaloompadidu]

💥💥💥*explodes in your inbox *💥💥💥

AAAAH- HIII LOVE UR POSTS SO MUCH! CAN I ASK HEADCANONS AND MAYBE A SCENE FOR BEING FYODOR'S WIFE? THANK YOUU

💥💥💥*explodes out of your inbox*💥💥💥

FYODOR X WIFE READER

He loves playing his cello for you

sometimes, but just sometimes, he lets you play with his hair (only when he doesn't have to meet Nikolai because he'd be too annoying about it)

He taught you a lot of Russian recipes because he likes when you cook for him —sometimes you even get to convince him to cook with you

sometimes he ignores you on purpose sometu because when he does you sit on his lap to get his attention and things escalate fastly~

He lets you sit on his lap during meetings because he likes making people know you're his

No one NO ONE is allowed to say something bad about you.

he lets you try on all his clothes and even lets you mimic him

He's teaching you Russian since you always ask him to talk in Russian (his voice is so hot when he talks in that language-)

The first time you two slept together was when you managed to get him away from the PC he's been on for like four consecutive days without sleeping and he fell asleep with you

(He acts like he doesn't remember it but he does)

He bought a little house next to a river so that both of you can pass holidays there.

You're also friend with Nikolai since you know him well (he passes so much time at your place because of Fyodor)

Nikolai sometimes shows you and Fyodor some magic tricks

Fyodor loves when you pamper soft kisses all over his face

He doesn't really like long kisses but if you really want he'll accept it anyway

SCENE ONE

You're sitting on the sofa next to a window watching the sunset, a book on your lap. Your husband closed himself in his room to work. Again. Sometimes you wonder if he even has a clock in there, because he stays there silently working on the PC for hours, without even drinking. Does he need to drink? You still don't know when or if he needs to do what normal people should, since he doesn't do it and he's still fine. Still, you cannot permit him to miss such a nice sunset —or at least this is what you're going to tell him. You just want a little attention. You put away the book and walk up to his door, knocking. You don't really even wait for the answer and just open the door, to find him staring at the screen. "Fedy..." You walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind. He raises his head a bit, putting a hand on your arm and looking at you with the same usual expressionless face. You whine "You've been ignoring me all day!..."

He stares at you for a few moments, then sigh "doll, you know I have a lot of work to finish"

You huff, feigning an annoyed tone "and so you can ignore your pretty wife and think it's okay?"

He almost laughs when he notices how much effort you're putting in trying to have his attention "ah, if it isn't maybe you should show me what you want me to do."

You smirk slightly when he say it, and turn around to sit on his lap, one leg at each of his side. You grab his hands and put them on your waist, smiling "you should do this," you say, then start kissing his neck "and maybe this as well."

He instinctively leans his head back to give you more access, his grip tightening slightly on your waist as you keep showering him of kisses all over. He suddenly lean in and bite your ear, grumbling "ah, you surely distracted me from work, princess. We can change room now."

SCENE TWO

You were trying to tidy up your room, but of course you got distracted finding all your husband's clothes. And, of course, you had to try them on. And, of course , you walked up to him to put on a fashion show. Actually, you were quite surprised when he allowed you to, and even clapped when you mimicked him. He talk you you were beautiful every time you tried one of his clothes that looked bad on you, and when you tried his fur hat he didn't even say "terrible" when you asked him how it looked on you. Maybe you actually softened him a little.

author note: hii I actually liked writing this even if I didn't expect to cuz I'm not really a Fyodor fan! I hope it's what you asked for! Feel free to ask more requests if you have any 💜

[thewickedjazzy]

Artificial Paradise ➵NSFW MDNI ˎˊ˗

➵Pairing: soft dom! fyodor x afab! reader.

➵Summary: fyodor helps you with your studies, but things start to get a bit heated between you two.

➵Tags and word count: 1.8k nsfw, minors dni, fluff, smut, soft dom! fyodor, teasing, explicit language, rough sex, gentle aftercare, light biting, praise, mutual desire.

➵A/N: @charkvc 's request, sorry pookie, i accidentally deleted the ask by mistake (｡･-･), but hyg, thank you for the sweet request i'm always down for fedya's big brain.

you sigh in frustration, rubbing your temples as you stare at the dense pages in front of you. how on earth are you supposed to write an entire analysis on hamlet in just one day? the play feels like trying to run a marathon in quicksand, and hamlet’s constant overanalyzing seems to stretch endlessly.

you notice your lover's presence in the room immediately, feeling his slender fingers gently resting on your shoulders. his touch is ever so gentle, soothing even as he begins to knead the tension away.

“fedya, how am i supposed to finish this?” you murmur, glancing back at the daunting stack of papers scattered across the desk.

his lips curve into a soft smirk that you can feel more than see. “you’re overthinking it, my love. hamlet is just like you—burdened by choices, unsure of the right path.” his fingers press into a knot in your shoulder, and you exhale in relief, the stress momentarily forgotten.

“you’re making it sound too easy,” you sigh.

he hums, lowering his lips closer to your ear, his warm breath brushing against your delicate skin. “let’s start with the basics. what does hamlet fear the most?”

“death?” you answer, almost instinctively.

“not quite.” he gently holds your arms from both sides, rubbing them softly. “it’s not death itself he fears… it’s the uncertainty. the unknown.”

you pause, your mind working to decipher his words while he continues to massage you, each touch making your skin tingle.

“he fears what comes after?” you murmur, leaning your head back to look up at him. he looks ethereal in his black half-sleeved turtleneck, his hair tied back in a low, messy ponytail, with a few strands softly framing his face and one resting between his eyebrows. his amethyst eyes, half-lidded, gaze tenderly over you.

he chuckles lightly, his soft tune ringing in your ears. “exactly. now, let’s use that. how does it relate to his indecision? and how does shakespeare weave that into the soliloquy you’re struggling with?”

“well, uh..” you mumble, feeling your mind finally beginning to understand the coded texts, “he’s caught between acting and inaction because… he doesn’t know what’s worse—suffering or the unknown suffering that may follow.”

fyodor smiles softly. “excellent my dear. now, why don’t we dig a little deeper into that?”

his hands move along yours as he leans slightly from behind, hovering over your seated form. slender fingers gently take hold of the pen between your fingers, while his other hand rests on your left shoulder. he guides the pen smoothly, highlighting a few key lines.

“let’s explore how this fear of the unknown impacts his decisions,” he says, “look at how shakespeare contrasts hamlet’s contemplation with his actions. the more hamlet fears the future, the more paralyzed he becomes. we see this tension play out in the soliloquy.”

you nod, trying to follow up with him as he writes 'action' and 'inaction' in a beautiful cursive handwriting. the connection between his fear and his hesitation starts to become clearer, and the analysis begins to take shape.

but as you work, you can't help but find yourself distracted by how close he is. the way his body leans against yours and how his expensive cologne filling your senses. you gaze at him, admiring how effortlessly beautiful he looks. his features seem almost ethereal, and you can’t help but think how perfect a kiss would feel right now, completely forgetting the assignment.

“you’re distracted,” he says suddenly, glancing up and catching your admiring gaze. “focus on the text, my love. we need to get this done before 7 pm tomorrow.”

you try to shake it off, your attention returning to the marked passages, but it’s futile. the way the soft candlelight flickers against his skin, the delicate curve of his lips, the slow rhythm of his breath—it’s too much. your heart flutters every time his fingers brush against yours, guiding the pen, and the assignment feels like a distant memory.

he notices that you’re still not responding to his questions, and his smirk returns, teasing yet knowing. “you’re still distracted,” he murmurs, his voice lower this time, more intimate. his eyes, a deep shade of amethyst, meet yours as he pauses his explanation, leaning in just a fraction closer.

you swallow, pulse quickening, your gaze drifting to his lips. screw the assignment, you think, as the temptation becomes unbearable.

“fedya...” you whisper, the sound barely escaping your lips as your hand moves instinctively to his cheek, pulling him gently toward you.

he doesn’t resist. in fact, his smirk widens, as if he knew all along that this moment was inevitable. his hand slips to the back of your neck, pulling you in as his lips press against yours—soft, warm, intoxicating.

the pen slips from your fingers, forgotten, as your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer. his other hand finds your waist, gripping you firmly. the world feels like it’s spinning, and all you can think is that you never want it to stop.

your hands clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer as if you’re trying to fuse your bodies together. the taste of his lips against yours makes your mind fuzzy. the soft brush of his tongue occasionally meeting yours in a sloppy slow kiss. you feel his fingers tightening around your waist, his other hand cupping your cheek, completely getting devoured by him.

the candlelight flickers casting erratic shadows on the walls, mirroring the rare intimate moment. your focus narrows to the sensation of him—his warmth, his taste, the way he clutches you as if you’re the only anchor in a storm.

he pulls back just slightly, his lips brushing yours as he pants softly, orbs completely dilated with lust. “milaya,” he murmurs, “this isn’t helping with your assignment.”

you laugh breathlessly, “i think… i think we’ve found a new way to procrastinate,”

he grins, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “well, at least you’re not distracted by the texts anymore.”

he smirks before gently closing the gap between you, cupping both sides of your face as he presses his lips against yours again.

with ease, he lifts you and places you on your desk, the papers crumpling beneath you and pens tumbling to the floor. the fact that he rarely gets aroused like this only heightens your arousal.

you both share a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses, tongues exploring and breaths mingling in a heated exchange.

he slips his hands under your shirt, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over your head tossing it aside. he leans down, kissing a trail down to your breasts, humming in delight as he inhales your sweet scent—flowers mixed with a hint of fruity lotion—oh how he adores the way you smell.

his soft, wet kisses continue down your skin as he expertly unclipped your bra with on hand, while the other holds you closer to him, the warmth of your body presses against the cotton fabric of his turtleneck shirt.

you press your hips against his moving in tight circles that elicit deep groans from both of you.

his hand that was holding you tight slides down to tug at your pants, and you eagerly help him get it off of you.

“this needs to come off,” you say with a half-chuckle, gesturing toward his turtleneck.

“giving orders now, milaya?” he replies, a teasing smile on his lips as he lifts the shirt over his head, revealing his pale, perfectly soft sculpted body. unable to resist, you lean in, kissing and licking along his chest and neck, your warm breaths brushing against his skin. soft mewls escape his lips as you explore every inch of him.

taking his time, he slowly removes the rest of your clothes, revealing your bare skin to him. soon, both of you are completely naked, your bodies molded together as you share another heated kiss. the warmth of your skin against his makes him harder every passing second that he thinks he might just cum from just being this close to you.

you feel his hands glide teasingly over your drooling cunt before he chuckles and pulls away slightly. "oh my love, look at you— hardly need my preparation"

before you can utter a word, he swiftly lifts you by your ass, sliding you along the desk and sending the remaining papers cascading to the floor. at this point, you hardly notice. he carries you to your shared bed beside the desk and sits down, pulling you to straddle his lap.

"my lovely darling, are you going to take your pleasure and ride me?" he murmurs against your lips and you whine softly humming in response.

his slender fingers guide your hips to grind against him as soft mewls escape your lips burying your face into the prominent crook of his neck.

you lift your hips to guide his tip into your slick entrance. even though he slips in easily, your walls stretch around him, yearning for the fullness you haven't felt in nearly two months.

sweet sweet soft moans escapes his lips, as your legs tremble trying to hold yourself up, only to sink down more on his cock. he spreads your ass cheeks with both hands helping you slide down on him easier.

you pull your head away from his neck, only to see the blissful sight before you—his eyebrows furrowed, eyes tightly shut, and jaw slack. as you quicken your pace, your moans blend with his soft mewls, and you both glisten with sweat while you bounce up and down on him.

"ngh- moya lyubov, let me hear your sweet voice," he murmurs, "ah- I missed you so much, milaya," his soft moans—oh those lovely soft moans, how he mumbles in his native tongue when he's too spent.

he starts thrusting up into you as you bury your face again but now into his chest, moaning against his skin feeling his cock twitch and pulsate before a sharp groan leaves his mouth.

his thrusts quicken, each one leaving you breathless for a moment before the next one knocks the air from your lungs again, your body rendered completely paralyzed by the picked up pace, his tip brushes against your g-spot repeatedly, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body.

then you feel the familiar heat coiling in the pit of your stomach, your ears growing muffled by the sound of your heartbeat. "fed-yyaa i- i'm coming aahh-"

you can’t help but grind against him, striving to keep pace, feeling him twitch inside you before he shoots thick streams filling you completely, throwing his head back with a deep moan. "bozhe! chert voz'mi da da" (translation: jesus! fuck yes yes)

he collapses back against the sheets, trying to catch his breath. you slide off him and join him, stretching your arms before resting your chin on his chest.

“you look so handsome with your hair in a ponytail like that,” you say, biting your lower lip to stifle a teasing giggle.

“ah, it has grown a little indeed... I’m thinking about trimming it down a bit.”

you lightly hit his hand, exclaiming, “don’t you dare!!!”

he giggles, pulling you closer to place gentle kisses on your hairline. “anything for you, milaya.”

[fyodorsdostoevsky]

What do you call a pissed off communist?

- @bugeyedautist

.. what?

[fyodorsdostoevsky]

I'll admit, I rather like this.

challenge

[subject-fyodor]

blog for @bsdlabau

"What do you want again..?"

• he/them

• same personality as canon

• 25 y/o

• general dnis

• nsfw it's not allowed but flirting is okay

• in this au his ability lets him kill anyone that he touches if he wants but he doesn't like using it

• i'm okay with any ships

• mod is @fyodorsushankaaa

• more will be added by time

• i'll post my headcanons about him soon (i hope)

[fedyaadostoy-kun]

Greetings,

I'm Fyodor Dostoyevsky. I'm not sure what else to say, so I suppose this is it.

~ I'll post when I can!

~ I mainly ship Fyolai, but I'm okay with other ships

~ He/They for Fyodor | He/She/They for the blog person (moi)

~ No nsfw!!!

~ I struggle with roleplaying/writing so I'll try my best with this (>.<)

~ I'll try to switch the speech pattern to give the impression he's from different eras in history

~ There probably will be no caption most of the time

~ This is so that I can get better at photography! I want to get loads better at it

[fyyodor-d]

*Fyodor wakes up in the middle of the night to a curled up and shivering Nikolai next to him, he’s not under the blanket but is trying to take warmth from fyodor*

\ @dove-in-the-sky

... what..

*he's just woke up, so he's not processed it yet, when he does, his eyes open wide*

...Kolya?

[fyodor-dustyevsky]

Dazai was sitting in a cafe, not the one he usually visits.

- @shin-ju-wa

*Fyodor had walked in, as this was in fact the usual cafe he went to. She had to pause and do a double take when he saw Dazai.*

[chessandpunishment]

Children thought I was “dressed up” as a terrorist of some sort for Halloween.

They interest me in their lack of culture, more or less their parents.

I suppose I must say Happy Halloween to those who celebrate though. Apologies for the late making of this post. Such a waste of time and effort to the youth.