#honey x nikolai

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Season of The Heart

A Kostas Family Holiday Story

There's not a single warning for this story. It's simply, somehow, become an annual tradition; Leon's vest. This gift comes as a peace offering between a Mama and her son-in-law. Chag Sameach and Merry Christmas!

Honey put her sewing down and balled her hand into a fist and then flexed it. She repeated the process. It was time she acknowledged age was creeping up on her.

It was bad enough that she and Leon gave in and began wearing glasses. That Selina was pregnant with their second grandchild in less than two years. They were old and young and new parents and soon to be seasoned grandparents. Selina and Sunny were innocent littles an these amazing adults. She and Leon had been together thirty minutes and thirty years.

Time, it seemed to Honey, was an asshole.

“Who’s getting that, love?” Leon asked from beside her. He put his book down and patted the space closest to him. He gestured for his wife to settle in.

“Nikolai.” Honey carefully folded the material and packaged it away. She placed it on the floor and laid back on the bed.

"What made you change your mind?"

"It's simple," Honey let Leon cradle her head in the crook of his arm, "he's Klaus in a way. Except Klaus does everything he can to turn people off or away. Nikolai practically suffocates them so they stay put."

"That sounds more like Of Mice and Men then A Tale of Two Hargreeves" Leon sniggered at his own joke. His nose scrunching in the process.

"You're such a weirdo," but Honey kissed her husband anyways. "I just hope it's enough."

"Gracie, it will be his whole world. I promise"

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Selina watched her mama creep out of the bedroom from over a plate of cannolis that balanced precariously on top of her pregnant stomach. She took another bite and spoke with her mouth full-

“Mama, why are you sneaking around like a teenager smoking weed?”

Honey huffed, “When have I ever snuck around to do drugs?” She waved her hand in her daughter’s direction, “Just eat another cookie. Maybe this one will come out looking somewhat Italian.”

Selina rolled her eyes and accepted a kiss on the forehead. She went back to watching Irina bury herself in wrapping like a cocoon. The little girl dug her chubby fists into her eyes and rubbed.

“Вы сами устали, Irinushka?” Have you tired yourself? “All this playing in the paper instead of with these toys?” Nikolai hoisted his daughter up over his shoulder where she nuzzled into his neck. “Как маленький котенок,” he kissed her curls. You are like a little kitten. “Do you want Daddy or Papa to put you down, hm?”

“Oh Nik, why don't you do it?” Honey suggested. “It'll take Leon fifteen minutes to get off the floor,” she teased.

“HEY! Piss off!” Leon threw a ball of tinsel poorly at his wife. When that failed he reached out and smacked her in the butt as she turned to get away from him.

“No!! Stop! It's just that there's a little something for Kolya in the bedroom!” Honey gave in and allowed Leon to envelop her legs in a hug from his kneeling position on the floor. “From me.”

She and Nikolai caught each other's eye before he and Irina made their way into the bedroom. He tended to the toddler first, rocking her and humming just as absently as Selina often did. In mere moments Irina was out, and he laid her down on the pillows.

There was a gift beside Irina on his side of the bed. Nik put it in his lap and carefully undid the bow and paper setting it aside as if to save it. Inside the tissue was a lovely scarf made from the mythical pattern that his daughter wore onher dress.

He lifted the scarf which had been fashioned from the material and wool. A Star of David was embroidered on one side which he traced with his fingertips before bundling and tying it around his neck. Then Nikolai noticed the letter.

It read:

Dear Nikolai-

Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah. Yes, Selina’s told us. I'm not sure why you haven't said anything because if any family is Jewish friendly it's ours. You could have told Leon and I. Though I can understand your hesitation talking to me, I've not exactly been very welcoming to you these last two years.

I didn't set out to be “that mother-in-law.” Mine has been nothing short of a second mom to me since we met. And as far as I know it's been the same for Leon. The truth is, I'm not sure what my problem is.

Selina means more to me than anything in this world. Leon and Sunny of course, but when you carry something inside of you for that long it just becomes more. Selina changed my entire world. To say her birth was a bit.. traumatic is an understatement, but holy shit was she easy to love. 25 years later, and that love hasn't budged an inch. I've always told Leon that no living person on this Earth could love her more than we do.

Until she met you that is.

That first night you introduced yourself in my club, I think you scared me. I spoke you into being the night Selina came into the world. I know that sounds ridiculous, but you know our family by now.

You're so brash and boisterous and volatile. The exact opposite of Leon. The way you spoke about my daughter was a bit jarring. Like she was just another precious momento for you to steal and hide away in a drawer somewhere. Selina was yours now; you were just informing Leon and I.

It's taken me longer than it should have. You aren't possessive out of malice. You simply hold on to what you can tighter than the rest of us because everything good in your life has been taken away. You lived your entire life without affection or kindness until Oliver and Selina. No one to take care of you or teach you how to navigate the world. Being thrust into the most unconventional family ever probably made you feel out of place. I certainly didn't help.

You have treated Selina the way every parent prays for. The two of you forged your own path, and I truly couldn't be prouder of the people you helped each other become. Or what a wonderful Daddy you are to Irina despite your own lack of role models.

So this gift is for you from me alone. With a promise. A mama is there to love her child and make him feel safe and protected. Yours was taken from you the moment you were born, but I’ll step in for her. For you. I promise to protect you and love you as long as you're my son-in-law. The scarf I made is simply a physical reminder. And I do love you, Nikolai.

Always,

Mama Honey

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Nikolai came out of the bedroom and stood beside Selina sitting on the couch. His eyes were puffy and red as he searched for his wife's touch. He patted her massive stomach absently then squeezed her fingers.

"Kolya are you alright?" she asked gently. He lifted her hand and stooped awkwardly to kiss it as if that was an answer.

"It is a good Christmas, ripka."

Nikolai walked away over to Honey sitting by the fireplace. He gestured for her to stand and helped her up. She seemed hesitant. Uncertain which direction this would go. But to her surprise he bent to kiss her on the cheek.

"Thank you, Mama."

Honey smiled and reached up to cradle his cheek in her hand. "Merry Christmas, Nikolai."

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#robert sheehan #honey x nikolai #moonbrella lake universe #robert sheehan character fic

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Would you write Nikolai x Price?

Like something happens to Price and the 141 get to see Nik just go nuts to get him back? Laswel involvement ofc

If you want to

Another draft that I never posted

Also, I'm sorry it's not more involved, I'm not the best at writing long drawn out action scenes, try as I may, so I went with this, instead. I thought it'd be cute

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36 hours. 

That’s how long it took Nikolai to find Price.

It had been almost exactly, just five minutes shy, of 36 hours from when it had been revealed that Price had even been taken. Gaz, Soap, and Ghost were still putting together clues to even find the fucking man, and Nikolai had brought him back without a damn scratch on him.

Of course, Nik was coated in blood. Laswell, herself, had a fair amount, but it didn’t compare to the sheer amount of blood that Nik had. 

All three had stood there, their mouths stupidly agape, as Nik and Laswell escorted Price back onto the base, Price grinning from ear to ear, and had watched the two bloody individuals drop into chairs, exhaustedly. “Will not make that mistake again.” Nik muttered, dropping a combat knife on the table.

Laswell? She just snorted as she dropped a handgun. Both were bloody. 

“I’m thinking a shower.” Price had chuckled, putting his hands on the back of Nik’s chair. Nik had just snorted. “Damn, guys, did you even look for me?” He’d joked to the three.

Even Ghost had looked… beyond shocked. But, eventually, he’d just crossed his arms, huffing. “We were starting the process. We didn’t even know where you were.”

“Only three people know where Price would be on a Sunday.” Nik muttered. “Me, Kate, and the bastard who grabbed him. It was… easy to find him. Child’s play.”

“Child’s play?!” Soap spluttered, shaking his head. “It was hardly a day and a half, Nik!”

“Would have been less.” Laswell commented, rubbing off what looked like dried blood on the back of her neck. “But the helicopter malfunctioned.”

Nik nodded, his expression solemn. “But we managed.”

Price beamed behind them, his expression full of pride and joy. “I’m a little disappointed you two rescued me so fast, I was almost to my good material. I’d only gotten past the ‘you won’t get away with this’ bit.”

Gaz shook his head. “Wait, wait. Nik how would you know where Price usually is on Sunday? Like you said, I don’t even know that.”

Nik blinked at him and then shrugged. “He gets tea and crumpets from the same little shop, and it’s always playing the last football game. He sets an alarm for 9 o’clock, hits the snooze button, and then sleeps in until 9:30, where he then finally gets up, takes a shower, and walks there. Of course, he almost always stops by this animal shelter to pet the dogs, which puts him at the cafe at 10:30.”

“God save us if you ever become an assassin.” Soap mutters, but Price’s grin only widened. “So… how did you find him?”

“Well, I knew who had to have taken him. An associate of Makarov, though I wouldn’t call him an ally.” Nik continued, accepting a towel from Laswell and wiping his face. “And I knew a chain of people to go through to get the location. Ultimately, it only took one chain link.”

“Either of you ever slowly dismember someone?” Laswell asked, leaning back in her seat. “It’s not for the weak of heart.”

“Or stomach.” Nik agreed. 

The lieutenant and two sergeants just stared, again. 

Price had finally sighed and leaned down to Nik. “My love, that shower?”

“I’m coming.” Nik nodded, standing, and both men exited.

Laswell had remained behind, chuckling at the three boys. “Close your mouths, boys. You too, Ghost, I can see the concave in your mask.” All three did as told, and she shook her head. “I knew as soon as Nik had been the one to find out that this would happen. Word of advice? Don’t fuck with someone who only has one thing to lose.” She had finally stood, neatly pushing in her chair, before bowing and leaving.All three had shared a look between them, silently agreeing to one thing. Price calling Nik my love had not been the strangest thing to happen in the last 36 hours.

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I can't believe I don't have a Nikprice taglist. I mean, it makes sense, I never write them (I never get asks) but damn.

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friendship / ships tags. Will be updating as Lark makes more friends <;3 If interested in a platonic / romantic ship with Lark give this post a like and I will make up a tag.

X means romantic ship And means friendship

this is what i got so far:

@selunyte @nightmdic @aercnaut @inabsentiia @dalishflame @forgedinfernal @proofwhisky @shiilelagh @bhaalswn @korzion @valistheanshield @luposcainus

#. king worth fighting for ( nikolai lantsov ) #. bonds of friendship between the fire witch and the night medic ( nightmdic ) #. where fealty and love blur the lines ( lark x clive - valistheanshield ) #. the twin flames ( lucan - inabsentiia ) #. honey and cinnamon ( atreion - dalishflame ) #. my heart calls your name ( lark x lee - aercnaut ) #. you are my home ( lark x dammon - forgedinfernal ) #. i just want you to know who i am ( lark x tommy - proofwhisky ) #. queen of flames and her forsaken king ( lark x orias ) #. the first love ( lark x caelum ) #. moon princess and the fire arrow ( eira - selunyte ) #. together they do the mushroom dance ( eleva - shiilelagh ) #. we may not agree but I will still protect you ( alkas - bhaalswn ) #. mother of flames and larkspurs ( rhaenys - kozion ) #. lioness and wolf ( caspian - luopscainus )

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Baby Boy Darling!

—Your boyfriend turning into a little baby? What are you going to do with him?

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai, Ranpo, Jouno X Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Drabble

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.8K

A/n: Mildly rushed but acceptable ig!

↳Osamu Dazai

"You know... I don't think this is a good choice for a bedtime story"

The little infant in your arms looked at you curiously. He wasn't old enough to make any sounds other than crying, but the martyred expression he was wearing and his firm grip on your thumb displayed his intention with no complicacy. Nevertheless, that didn't stop you from putting the suicide manual on the nightstand.

"Now now, don't look at me like that. I'm a good babysitter, and a good babysitter doesn't teach babies ways to kill themselves"

You gently caressed his puffy cheeks. "I'm also a generous babysitter, which is why I don't slap your hand away when you grab my boobs"

His gaze fell on his small chubby hand that was trying to get a hold of your breast. It was a good thing you had a T-shirt on, or with the way he was trying to cup them they would've been bleeding by now.

"I'm sorry honey, I don't think you can hold them anymore. Your hands are just too tiny!"

He whined and pouted in response.

"I know! I'm sad too. C'mon, smile a little for me will you? Smile for your mommy"

If he was still an adult, he would have rolled his eyes and smiled, but he wasn't. He was just a cranky baby who was probably planning your murder in his cute little head.

"Get it? Mommy? I'm your mommy! God you didn't have a sense of humor when you were a child did you? I miss my kind, loving boyfriend"

He looked at you unfazedly.

"Alright, how about I sing you a song? Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you aaaaaaaa— ah!?"

Dazed, you looked down at your baby boyfriend with widened eyes, only to find him staring back at you while his mouth was on your right breast. He was trying to suck on it, but that wasn't easy when it was covered with two layers of clothes, your bra and your T-shirt. Your eyebrows jumped in surprise.

"Wow, you still like the right one better?"

↳Fyodor Dostoyevsky

"So this is the power imbalance they were talking about huh?"

The violet eyed infant stares at you blankly, having a "it won't be this way for long" look in his eyes. You're holding him in front of you while sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing the cheekiest grin you could ever wear.

"No wonder you were so crazy about it. Having somebody wrapped around your finger... feels awesome!"

Still the same bored look.

"giving me the cold shoulder now? I'm just using simple logic to prove my point-which is also what you used to do. I'm saying that from this moment, you're totally and completely dependant on me"

Fyodor tilts his head to the side and gives you a weird look, tempting you to imitate his gesture. A strong feeling is causing you to brag about the current situation and tease him, and you're willingly giving into it.

"Alright. Since I'm the one in charge now, I'm setting a few ground rules. No more acting all workaholicly and staying up until late. No more skipping meals, mister. Im gonna feed you with my special milk, hehehe~ Also, I've got some confessions to make"

It's probably a bad decision to bring these up right now, but you're too captured in the heat of the moment to realize that.

"Ok. I've been trying to tell you this for quite a while. The truth is... I'm pregnant"

The unfazed look is still on.

"Yeah, that was a lie. The real truth is... I was the one who ate all your snacks"

Still no change in his expression.

"...But I assume you already know that. Ugh, keeping secrets from you is such a pain... could you not figure me out for just once?"

Fyodor doesn't seem very eager to respond. He's already very annoyed with how things have turned out and is not really in the mood to joke around. You come to that conclusion when he touches your forearm with his chubby little hand.

"You're gonna activate your ability and kill me, aren't you?"

↳Nikolai Gogol

"Quiz time!!"

Your baby boyfriend whines in annoyance.

"Who's gonna get paid one in his own coin and suffer like I did every time he teased me?"

You flash him a cocky smirk, matched with the way you're looking at him from above as he's lying on the bed. You're standing next to the bed, happier than you could ever be, planning all the steps of your revenge as you trash talk to him.

"That's right. It's no one but youuuuu! Hahahahaha!!"

Nikolai wants to prove to you that he's still strong and nobody can defeat him, but he realizes there's noway he can imply that other by a sulky attitude, which he reluctantly suffices to.

You hold his favorite snack in front of him and shake it, smiling wildly. "Come on darling! Have some! Eh? What are you waiting for? Awwwww! You can't? Then I'll help myself!"

You shoved the entire thing in your mouth and laughed hysterically.

"Nom nom* tastes nom* heavenly! No wonder you never let me have a bite!"

Nikolai is starting to feel a little guilty now. He didn't know that his teasings have made you a spiteful whore.

"You hate babies so much, and now you are one! That's the scariest punishment itself! Can you feel the power of karma? It's a bitch, ain't it? Well, now that you can't talk anymore, I have something to say to you!"

You bend over until there's a small gap between you, pointing at his tiny figure. The bullying attitude is all gone and instead, there's soft glare lying in your eyes.

"I want one of these. Give me one when you get back, Kolya"

You're wrong. This is the scariest punishment.

↳Saigiku Jouno

"Thank you for the meal!"

Jouno is upset. There are many unfortunate things happening for him at the moment. He doesn't like to be a baby. He doesn't want to be unable to do anything other than crying, pooping, eating and sleeping. More importantly, he doesn't want to feel your teeth on his cheeks.

"Mhm, so soft and squishy!" You smile sweetly and look at his puffy cheeks, stained with your bite marks in crimson. "I could just eat you up now, 'giku. You tatse so sweet!"

Anyone who hears this would be happy and blush slightly, but Jouno wasn't one of them, as he tilts his head and looks away, having the most adorable pout on his lips.

Grumpy as always.

"C'mon now, it's not that bad! Look on the bright side! Everyone will have to do everything for you since you can't do it yourself"

Jouno tilts his head back, his eyebrows jumped in surprise.

"Right, that wasn't a really good example of the bright side"

Sighing, you lay next to him on the matress, hands traveling through his white locks. His muscles relax a little bit as he gives into your warmth, nuzzling his head in your chest. You hum with a soft beam, inhaling his baby scent.

"You smell very nicely too, 'giku. Don't be too depressed about this. It's not the end of the world. We'll find a way to turn you back eventually. Plus..."

You lightly pat his back, pressing a lingering kiss on his forehead. "I can have you all to myself, since you can't go on any missions and leave me here all alone anymore"

Yeah, Jouno thinks, maybe it's not that awful after all.

↳Ranpo Adogawa

"Ouch! Why you- let go of my hair you aggressive baby!"

Ranpo cries a whine out and pulls your hair harder, leading you to scream back even louder.

"Stop it! What is wrong with you? I dont care how upset you are, I'm not gonna give you any sweets- ow ow ow!! Ranpo- I said let go of my fucking hair you dumbass!"

Your angry shout startles the dark haired baby. It's not just that he's little, you'd never talked like this to him before. Slowly loosening his grip on your hair, he starts sobbing quietly, covering his face with his chubby hands. This breaks your heart.

"Nooo... I'm sorry sweetie! Mommy- Aunty- god I dont even know what I am to you anymore! Whatever- I'm sorry ok? But you can't eat sweets baby boy, you're smart enough to know that, right?"

Smart enough to know that?? Huh!

Ranpo sees right through your little plan. He knows all these little tricks inside out- hell he was the one who taught you all of them; but what pisses him off is how it's working on him even though he knows your true intention.

The smirk you've been holding back shamelessly appears on your face when he wears a serious expression, nodding like someone who's given an important task and is determined to do it carefully and correctly, then points at your boobs.

Your smile instantly fades away.

"Shit. I'm not doing that"

↳Chuuya Nakahara

"Your struggle is hilarious to me"

Baby Chuuya watched you with a threatening glare. He was clearly unhappy about this situation, and you enjoying his frustration was not going to help him at all.

"I know you really need it right now, but honestly, I don't think your little tummy can digest that"

Merely ignoring you, he tried to open the bottle of wine he was struggling to hold with his chubby feet; but every time he pulled, the bottle would slip out of his not so tight grasp. He couldn't use his ability on it, since the bottle would sink into his little body. He couldn't even roll over on the bed, and his so called nanny was laughing instead of helping him.

Forget about all the things he'd been through. This was the true misery.

"Alright. Give me the bottle"

He didn't seem to agree, because he immediately hugged the bottle with all the strength he had, like it was his dearest thing. Your serious expression showed that you weren't going to give up either.

"You give me that bottle mister or you won't get extra milk tonight"

Reluctantly, he opened his arms and you snatched the bottle, putting it somewhere high. When you turned around, you saw him sulking.

"Don't be like that baby, you know you can't drink that right now. I thought you were a reasonable person hmm?"

The cute pout resting on his lips made you giggle and bend down to kiss his cheek. He was still pretty upset, so he looked away from you. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about the little blush on his face.

You carefully held him up and looked at his tiny figure. His long hair was gone and instead, there were short ginger locks on his head. His bluebell eyes however, hadn't changed one bit, still as gorgeous as ever.

You smiled at him. "You want me to throw you up?"

He looked oblivious. He probably knew what you were talking about, but hadn't figured out whether you were serious or not.

Shaking your head to the side, you tightened your grip on his waist before throwing him up in the air, and catching him before he fell on the ground. He got so excited that he started laughing, letting out adorable baby noises.

"Aww, you like that huh? want me to do it again?"

He blinked.

"Ok! Three, two, one! Whoa!"

Chuuya had jumped higher than this before, but not once did he feel the thrill he was experiencing now. He was having the time of his life, flying in the air with no effort. Every time you threw him up, his mouth got opened wider, wider, and wider,

until vomit came out of it, landing on your chest.

There weren't any throwing and catching after that, since you were too busy looking at the vomit, shocked. But it wasn't him vomiting that caught you off guard, it was the vomit. It wasn't milk, it was wine.

"Ok, we need to talk about your drinking problem when you turn back to an adult"

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In the Softness

(Nikolai x F! Reader)

Call of Duty Masterlist

Rating: Explicit (MDNI) Wordcount: 2.5k Tags: Smut to fluff, Thigh fucking, Dom/Sub undertones, Consensual somnophilia (technically), Showering together, Aftercare, Fluff, Domesticity, Fluff without plot, When your Russian boyfriend fucks you so good you gotta take the day off work Warnings: None A/N: No plot. Just a day in the life study

When you wake, it’s with a weight pressing down onto your back, the massive span on his chest glued to your spine as he huffs and pants in your ear. All you register is warmth, the heat from his flesh chasing away every ounce of cold in the soft gray dawn of Saratov, in his bedroom where the old radiator still clunks and the blinds remain unfixed, streaming a sliver of light down onto you both. You blink, dizzy just as he grinds the length of his cock against the swell of your ass from above. Pinning you in place, weighing you down, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

“Доброе утро.” Nikolai greets as he feels you stir with a low gasp of air, breathing in the scent of cigarette smoke that seeps in from the balcony, the deep rich musky scent of his flesh that smells like home. “Awake now?”

You whine under him, too drowsy to truly dignify a response, and Nik only huffs, rolling his hips down just so his cock slides against your sore, leaking entrance.

“Sore...” You try to tell him, and Nik makes a low little noise in his chest. Cooing and indulgent.

“I know, Любовь.” He hushes into your hair. “Was I too rough with you last night?”

You try to tell him no, that Nik is never rougher than you can handle, even as he stretches you over his cock until you’re teary eyed and drooling, gasping his name and broken fragments of Russian until you can’t say anything at all. It’s just that Nik is big, with the fat, hot girth of him sliding between your slick, naked thighs, squelching lewdly with every roll of his hips.

There’s an ache settling under your belly, in the place where he’d ground against the plug of your cervix last night until you’d clenched around him, cumming with a broken sob until you’d nearly soaked the sheets under you. Tender, you muffle a groan into your pillow, feeling the pleasurable soreness threaten something closer to hurt as he angles his hips so the length of him slides slick against your entrance.

“Shh, I’ve got you.” He murmurs, the warm breath of him fanning across your nape and down your spine where the furnace of his body heats you through. “Not going to fuck you, just keep those thighs nice and tight for me...fuck. Хорошая. That’s it.”

Each roll of his hips has the blunt head of him poking against your clit, and still soft with sleep you drown in the syrupy pleasure of it, caught in a vision of ebony and smoke, the rust color of his eyes. It doesn’t take long for you to grip at the sheets, mewl and shiver as Nikolai huffs above you, using his larger form to fuck you prone against the old mattress. You can hear it squeaking and complaining. Like most things in the house, it’s far past its prime, relics of a bygone era that he quietly holds onto despite knowing they’ve outlived their usefulness. Reminiscence, you suppose, one of his few weaknesses, unable to let go once he’s held something beloved in his hands.

Nikolai is quiet as he fucks through the mess between your thighs, and even as the length of his cock sends a warning of soreness through your hips with every thrust you yield to him, groaning and whimpering into your pillow, caught between the honeyed sensation of sleep and pleasure. It feels good, the weight, the scent, the sensation of him. It curls warm and liquid at the ache below your belly, too tempting to ignore. Wetness leaks from your cunt down onto his cock, and when Nik feels it he rumbles a low, pleased chuckle you feel vibrate into your spine.

“Good girl.” He purrs, breath heavy as he twitches between your thighs, a groan tugging low in his chest just as he nears his end. “So soft and sweet for me, лисёнок.” He tells you in his pet name for you, the wild thing he’s managed to tame into his bed despite your feral nature.

Nik curses low into your spine, tensing just as he spills between your thighs, chest tight. He works himself through it with a guttural groan, with grinding little rolls of his hips aimed right at your clit. You fist the sheets all the much tighter in your hands, gasp out his name in a broken sound that remains heavy with sleep.

He hauls you to him after the last spurt of come shoots itself and further soils your skin, rolls you gently so you lay atop his broad, hairy chest. When you whine at him about the chill Nik huffs and hauls the discarded comforter back up to cover you. Yet even then his fingers idly soak themselves in the mess of your cunt, rubbing idly until you complain about the soreness.

“Too small.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cold cheek. “Even after all this time you’re almost too tight for me.”

“M’not small.” You tell him, shifting the soft, plush meat of your thighs against him, curling further onto his chest where you sigh in sleepy contentedness. “You have a stupidly big cock.”

You feel him smile into your hair, grinning. Were it not for your fatigue you’d bat at him to chase away the ego that rises inside him at the compliment. Instead you rest your head on his chest, draw your fingers through the thick carpet of hair that swirls around his nipples and down his stomach. Nik’s broad hand strokes your spine in slow, soothing motions, quiet but present in his adoration of you. Despite the soreness, the ache, you feel yourself begin to drift off again, eyes fluttering closed as your breathing eases.

“Up.” He tells you eventually with a pat to your spine, shaking you from near sleep once more. “We have things to do.”

You only grumble, nuzzle deeper into the nest of hair between his nipples and stay there.

“Should have thought of that before you tried to fuck my cervix through my spine.” You tell him, and Nik huffs a surprised little sound at that, amused. Yet when he tries to rouse you again you prop your chin up to look at him, eyes still glassy with drowsiness.

“ ‘M sore, Nik.” You tell him honestly, conveying your need for mercy through your eyes alone. “Please.”

“Poor thing.” He murmurs, stroking the corner of your face where sleep gathers in the corner of your eyes. It doesn’t take much to get him to cave, it never does. Once, long ago, you’d asked him to buy a rifle for you under the guise of improving your sniper skills, and Nikolai had hemmed and hawed over it despite the fact he’d known just where to buy it from the moment you had asked him. Spoiling you, begrudgingly as he tried to show, but weak to your demands all the same.

“Stay in bed then.” He tells you, but begins to move, taking you with him. “But I can’t have you sleeping where you’ve dirtied my sheets, Любовь.”

You curl into him as he lifts you with a grunt, carrying you a few short steps towards the bathroom and sitting you on the toilet as he runs the shower until it warms. You yawn like a spoiled house cat, stretching your bare form so your joints pop and release some of the tension there. When Nik hoists you once more, you make a little sound of discomfort as you’re forced to stand underneath the shower head, the ache spreading to your thighs.

Nik presses into the shower behind you, one hand wrapped firmly about your middle to support you as you wobble. When you shoot a dopey eyed smile over your shoulder at him, Nik takes the chance to steal a kiss from you, offering a brief apology for your weakened state. Your forgiveness is on your lips, and you lean back against him for balance as he begins to rinse you both off.

When it becomes clear you can’t stand for very long without a bit of discomfort Nik grabs a stool and sits you there, fingers kneading into your shoulders as suds gather under his palms. You let your head hang forward with a blissful sigh, the heat of the water doing wonders for your weary limbs. Sleep still hangs at the periphery of your senses, and your eyes flutter as water droplets collect on your lashes.

You rest your head back on his stomach behind you as he scrubs at his hair, humming happily even as the water begins to cool. Nik only chuckles at your sleepy, contented smile, reaching down and idly groping one of your breasts in his distraction before resuming his wash.

All too soon Nik turns off the water, wrapping you in a towel and gently wiping the water from your face. It’s an oddly gentle gesture from him- one that betrays his devotion. It’s clear to all that meet both you and Nik that he’s utterly besotted with you, even if it is often veiled by a degree of professionalism, mentorship. You’re his partner first and foremost, his co-pilot, his accomplice. Yet in moments like this, as he bends to place a kiss on your forehead, Nik is something more profound.

Yours.

Within the hour you’re bundled in fresh clothes and a warm blanket, plopped on the couch and dozing comfortably as the smell of breakfast wafts from the kitchen.

“I spoil you too much.” Nik tells you begrudgingly when he returns with a steaming plate of eggs and toast, sitting heavy on the couch next to you and lifting his own mug of coffee to his lips. Yet the mug hides his smile, one you catch even as he ignores your watchful eyes.

“Hmm.” You offer noncommittally around a mouthful of toast, leaning against him and immersing yourself in the clean, washed scent of him. “Then I suppose it’s too much to ask to let me work on my flight hours tomorrow?”

“нет.” Nik replies flatly, one arm slung around you loosely. “Not until you learn the difference between the gyroscope and altimeter alarms.”

“That was one time-” You try, but Nik’s unamused glance at you silences any further protests.

When your plate is clean you gently follow Nik into the kitchen, nearly running into his chest when he turns towards you with painkillers and a large glass of water, which you finish dutifully under his gaze. By the time you finish he’s managed to pull a warm heating pad out from the microwave, one calloused hand gently pressing it to your aching center with utmost care.

“I have to run out on some errands.” He tells you as you finish a second glass of water and hold the heating pad to you, his hands busy washing dishes under the faucet- and you know what errands he’s talking about. Arms acquisitions, intelligence, meeting up with old contacts and maintaining connections. Things he’s been teaching you in his trade of being a valuable ally, of fighting the good fight from the shadows.

He turns to you, lifting your chin up between his thumb and forefinger so you look at him.

“You’ll be alright?” He asks quietly, and you smile.

“I’m sure I’ll find a way to survive without you.” You tell him, and Nik gives you an irritated little huff.

“Try to not entertain the thought.” He grumbles, and you laugh.

He takes his old truck, leaves you stretched out on the couch in front of the TV where you parse through his collection of terrible action movies. The morning grows long as you doze off between sequences of explosions and gunfire, roused as the credits roll by your phone buzzing beside you.

An attachment of a rather fine looking M-19 reflex, shiny underneath the artificial lighting of the warehouse he’s at. You giggle when you realize his thumb is partially caught on the camera lens.

“Very nice.” You text back.

Nik’s chat bubble appears almost instantly.

“You want?”

“What do I have to do for it?”

Nik doesn’t respond immediately, and you know he’s thinking about it. He’s creative in his tasks and rewards for you, always inventing new ways for you to please him. Mindful of your limits, but strict, guiding in the way you trust him to be.

“Surprise me.”

You feel a smile tug at the corner of your mouth, typing a quick response.

“I can manage that.” Followed by: “Your thumb is in the picture, old man.”

Nik doesn’t respond, and it’s only once you’ve picked out another movie that your phone pings.

“Brat.”

Your grin curves up to your ears as you snuggle further into the couch just as Interceptor begins to play the opening scene.

You’re not sure when you drift off, but when you wake up again the light outside has begun to slant towards sunset. Outside, the low grumble of the truck engine cuts off with a little choke. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and waiting for Nik to put his purchases in the locked armory in the barn before he returns.

“You’re right where I left you.” Nik remarks when the door closes behind him, and you open your mouth to reply, only to catch sight of the little paper bag in his hand.

“No.” He tells you sternly when you try to grab at what you know is a collection of chocolates and sweets, grumbling when Nik lifts the bag up beyond your reach. “Dinner first.”

You grumble further at that, slouching into the couch petulantly even as Nik chuckles and shakes your head a little as he passes.

“Help me with dinner and you can have them sooner.”

You perk up at that, following Nik as he dumps a bag of groceries on the counter inside the kitchen. He turns to catch you around the waist, hauling you flush to him and smirking down at you.

“Feeling better?” He asks carefully, even as you see his underlying intent make his eyes grow darker.

“For now.” You tell him, smirking back, arms wrapped around his middle as your fingers stretch for the-

“проворная.” Nik tells you, his hand reaching around the grasp yours before it can reach the bag of chocolates. “Clever girl.”

You pout at him but relent, propping your chin on his chest with an apologetic little smile that you know he doesn’t believe.

“Just one?”

“Only if you’re good.”

“I’m always good.”

Nik huffs at that, and you know he can’t really object because it’s true. You’re always good for him, soft and sweet as you help him with dinner, coy and suggestive as your lips close around his fingers offering you a chocolate later, affectionate as you lay your head on his lap once the evening grows dark. In the wild, in the tempest he’s trained you to blaze bright like a flare, cupped in the palm of his hands knowing you won’t burn him. Here, in the softness, you doze gently on his chest as you both fall asleep, and you know that in all the days to come, you hope all of them are exactly like this.

Russian translations (Russian speakers please correct if you see errors)

Доброе утро - Good morning

Любовь - Love/dear

Хорошая - Good girl

лисёнок - Little fox

нет - No

проворная - Sneaky/clever

#nikolai x you #cod x reader #nikolai x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x you

[vixen7243]

Undivided Attention: Ghost

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x AFAB!Reader | TF141 x AFAB!Reader

Masterlist | Gaz | Price | Ghost

MDNI!!!

A month had gone by since you had last leaved the base with the team, sitting in the clinic attending to minor injuries of other soldiers you waited for them to return from a quick lead on their mission. You didn't question or inquiry on whether or not you could come, you knew better and knew that with everything in John, you wouldn't even have a second to ask. So, you walked them to the helicopter, and when things were clear you kissed each of them farewell, telling them to be careful and please come back in one piece. Watching them leave was always hard, you felt helpless at times but knew they felt better with you safe at the base waiting for them.

So, here you were, waiting for them like a little damsel, taking care of the rec room cleaning it up, sorting their rooms, being a little careful in Simon's room, even though he says he appreciates it he's always a little tense when you do it. Checking the clocks as you went to each room, doing little things here and there till you looked out the window and saw Nikolai's helicopter over head. Quickly making your way to the landing pad you were smiling before seeing Simon limping out of the helicopter, rushing to him you started rapid firing questions of what happened, what hurts and before he could answer anything you decided to just guide him and the others to your office at the clinic. First checking Gaz and Soap you felt better seeing that they didn't have any major injuries, just a few scrapes here and there, couple new bruises. Then checking John you checked off few bruises before clearing them and sending them on their way, turning to Ghost you stepped in front of him, "Your turn lieutenant, can you stand for me?"

Grunting, Ghost stood up, eyes softening looking down at you as your fingers slowly undid belts and restraints taking of his vest, holsters and anything else to properly check him over. Tensing every now and then as you gently pushed along his ribs, squeezed his arms and legs, "Don't need to make excuses to cop-a-feel love, just say you've missed me."

Glaring up at him from your squatted position in front of him, you stood up, "I did miss you, but you limped out of the helicopter. If you missed me so much, you should just say it, not pretend to be hurt." Crossing you arms you pouted as he chuckled leaning back against your desk, he grabbed your left bicep and gently pulled you to him, letting you step between his legs.

"You're right love, but I did bang up my knee, it'll be fine though, nothing serious. Did miss you though, truly." Clicking your tongue you rolled your eyes and rested your hands on his chest. His hand swept across your cheek, feather light as he leaned down resting his forehead on yours. "Was a rough few days without you." His voice was hushed, his breath fanning across your face.

Sliding your hands up to rest at the nape of his neck you nudged your nose to his, "I know, was hard around here too. I'm happy you guys came back fine, even if you wanted my attention bad enough to up play your knee." You teased smirking as you kissed him gently. "My big strong lieutenant just needs to be coddled sometimes huh?" Your voice dripped honey as you felt him lean into you, body melting into you. "Want to go back to the barracks? Get you cleaned and rested?" Feeling him nod against you, you squeezed his shoulders a few times before sitting him up, he loosely put his things back on, and following you out of your office went back to the barracks, getting into the rec room he snaked his arms around your waist becoming a lump against your back as you went to his room, pushing it open you closed and locked the door. Helping him again take everything off, taking clothes off piece by piece off of you and him you guys stepped into his bathroom, pushing him against his sink, you turned to his shower turning the water on and held your hand under the running water till the temp was just right, turning around you held your hand out to him, bringing him into the shower you kept him under the water, lathering up a wash clothe with soap you started wiping him down.

Being mindful of his ribs which are always sensitive you kissed the new cuts and bruises his skin and muscles flexing under your lips. "Oh Simon, you get more beautiful every time I see you." Your hands rested on his stomach, as corded as his muscles were on his arms and shoulders, your mind always clouded when you could rest against his soft stomach, just like John. Looking up at him, his hazel eyes looking softly at you as he scowled.

"Why do you insist on saying that?"

Smiling you washed away the soap from his body before cupping his cheeks, "Because it's true. You refuse to say it, but we'll change that." As he scrunched up his eye brows you turned the water off and guided him out of the shower, drying the two of you off you brought him to his bed laying him in it. Straddling him, you rubbed his chest, shoulders and arms, "Simon." Looking down into his eyes you smiled sweetly at him. "My sweet, pretty Simon." He tried to look away from you as his cheeks warmed up, a blush dusting his cheeks and ears. Getting a hold of his chin, you turned him to look back at you, "Pretty, sweet, obedient Simon. Don't look away, this is all for my good boy." Feeling his hands squeeze your hips you smiled more laying flat on his chest leaving feather light sweet, addictive kisses all over his face and neck. "Tell me how pretty my boy is." Grunting Simon closed his eyes, huffing he shook his head. "Tell me how good of a man you are, how you are so amazing, kind hearted, loving. I want you to tell me Si."

"I-" Taking a deep breath as you let go of his chin to slide your hand to the base of his neck. "I'm pretty." He was so quiet, race hot and red as he looked at you.

"Louder."

Swallowing when your fingers dug into the side of his neck he moaned, "I'm your pretty boy. I'm a good man." He pushed his hips up to you as you slowly moved your hips against his cock. "I'm yours, I do everything to take care of you and the team. I'm a good man."

"Such a good boy Si. You do so much for everyone, I am so proud of you, we all are." Sliding your hand between your bodies, you pushed up and started slowly jerking your hand along his length. "Tell me how pretty you are."

Clenching his jaw he focused his eyes on your moving hand, his cock twitching, "Fuck, I'm your pretty boy. I am not less than. My scars aren't... urgh... aren't a bad thing." Feeling his eyes blur with tears he tried turning his head away but you stopped your movement making him huff.

"No looking away baby, come on. Focus on me." As he looked back at you, you moved your hand along him again, "Good boy. You're so beautiful Si, take my breath away every time I even glance at you. You're so perfect, I don't know how you can't see it." Feeling his hips start to thrust up to meet your hand you smiled letting him chase his high. "You going to cum baby. Want to feel good? Go ahead, use my hand." Taking a few minutes to continue praising him and moving your had faster as his hips would stutter you bit your lip as he ejaculated onto your hand and his stomach, his whines filling the room, desperate begging you to keep going.

"No, don't stop, please, keep going. Fuck, please, love, I'm your pretty boy, please I'm everything you said, all of it. Just don't stop." Moving your hips and sitting your cunny along his twitching cock he grunted as you started dragging yourself along him moaning with him as your arousal started coating him, his cum on his pudgy tummy sticking to your pelvic. "So good, don't stop love."

"My sweet boy Simon, so good. So proud of you, you looked so beautiful cumming, I want you to cum again for me."

"I will, fuck I will, just for you love urgh just don't stop." Huffing as he looked down he whimpered, making your cunt clench around nothing at the sound. His hands trailed up and groped at your breasts, "Ride me properly love. I want to be inside of you, please."

Shifting up a little, you lined him up and settled down on him clenching as each thick inch slid in. Moaned as he was buried in to the hilt you pushed your hands into his stomach and started slowly bouncing on him. Swiping a finger through his cum you looked up at his tear stained cheeks, whimpers spilling from his lips as his eyes rolled back. Setting you finger against his lip, he looked down then up at you sucking your finger into his mouth grunted as you pushed down against him flesh, grinding against him. Clenching around him you moaned leaning down over him as he bent his knees and started thrusting up into you, "Good boy, so good. I'm going to cum Si. Make me cum." As he whine he flipped the two of you over and pulled out before sliding down your body.

"Cum on my tongue first love." Slotting his lips around your clit you moaned spreading your legs wider for him huffing as you looked down at him.

"You're such a good boy Si, fuck, you don't have to - oh god- you don't have to do this. Just cum in me Si." Shaking his head against your clit you moaned sliding your fingers through his hair and pulling him close to you. Squeezing your thighs around his head you whimpered tensing, arching up cumming against his tongue that slid into you slurping your arousal up. Sitting up he lined back up with your entrance and pushed in deep whines vibrating from his throat as he did shallow thrusts into you, rocking the both of you, the bed creaking under the two of you, his whines built up, your moans pushing him on, feeling himself on the brink of cumming but feeling needy he buried his head into your neck as you wrapped your limbs around him. "My pretty lieutenant, you going to cum? Do it, I'm right behind you baby. Sweet pretty boy, fuck, do it, cum, Now." His tears hitting your shoulder as he came moaning into you his hips lost their rhythm as you clamped down around him, walls fluttering, milking him. As he let his full body weight lay limp over you, you kissed the side of his face, neck and shoulder. Whatever you could reach you kissed and rubbed, soothing him as he huffed and sniffled. He would sooner shoot himself then ever let another living soul see him like this, you just so easily drew out the most vulnerable side of him out, you will always be his safe place, his haven, his person.

"I'll move." His voice was hoarse and quiet as he started moving but you tightened your hold onto him.

"It's fine baby, just stay right here, catch your breath, relax. I'm fine right here, happy even." Cupping his check wiping them you smiled back at him as he nuzzled into it, kissing your palm.

"You are something else love. I'll never understand why you treat us all so kindly like you do, but I'll do everything I can to make sure I am truly even slightly worth everything you give to me." Kissing your nose then your lips, and then rested his head on your chest as you combed his hair back smiling, holding him close as his breathing evened out you closed your eyes before also falling asleep.

😫😫😫🥰🥰🥰 Subby sweet SIMON!! He's got a choke hold on me, he might seem like a good candidate to be having rough rumpling but this man always looks tired, he's going to be sweet, pathetic and needy for us. Hope ya'll enjoyed as mush as I did!😘

#call of duty #task force 141 #x reader #john price #simon ghost riley #smut #18+ mdni #john price smut #johnny soap mactavish #john price x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #tf 141 x reader #tf141 smut #tf 141 #tf141 x you #poly tf141 #captain price #captain john price #submisive simon riley #simon riley x reader #submisive needy men #desperate wh0re

[opieluvs]

ᡣ𐭩‧₊˚𓂃 "That Night I Cried All The Tears God Gave Me" ft. fyodor dostoevsky

summary. after finding out your husband died, you don't know what to do with yourself. tw. fem!reader, reader is fyodor's wife, character death, slight nikolai x reader, reader is implied to be religious (but anyone can read), reader is pregnant, HEAVY ANGST, grammar mistakes (?) wc. around 1k

you were in the kitchen when you heard the front door open. "fedya, honey, is that you?" you asked as you turned off the stove. "i made us dinner! it's pelmeni, your favorite!" you walk over to the front door and surprise to see nikolai.

"kolya? what are you doing here?" you asked. he look rather sad. you could tell he wasn't his usually energetic and childish self. "where's fedya?" you started to get worried.

"(name)... i'm so sorry, but...dos-kun didn't make it." nikolai said as he looked down at his feet. "wh-what...?" your voice faltered, disbelief warring with undeniable truth. this couldn't be, what do you mean fyodor is dead? that's impossible.

you then notice that nikolai was holding a letter. you reached out a trembling hand, taking the letter from nikolai's grasp. your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing the disbelief and devastation coursing through your veins. with trembling fingers, you unfolded the paper, the words blurring before your tear-filled eyes.

"my darling (name),

i can't wait to return to you, my love. the food is awfully bland here, and i do admit, i miss you cooking. i miss your warmth, your laughter, the way your eyes light up when you smile. i miss everything about you.

i know i'm not the easiest man to love. my work, my obligations—they often take me away from you, and for that, i am deeply sorry. but please know, my love for you burns brighter than any star in the sky. it's what keeps me going, even in the darkest of times.

and speaking of darkness, i know you'll be worried about me being in prison. but please, my dear, don't lose faith. i'm strong, and i'll make it through this. i promise you, my darling, that I will return to you. no prison cells can hold me back from the love that awaits me on the other side. i will hold you in my arms again, kiss away your tears, and watch our child grow together.

(name), my love, my heart, my everything. Please, don't cry for me. just know that i'll always return to you, no matter what. you are my angel, my soul, and i will always love you and our baby.

stay strong, my darling. for you, for our baby, for us. until then, know that you are always in my thoughts, my prayers, my heart.

with all my love, fyodor"

you collapsed onto the floor and broke out crying. in that moment, nothing could ease the anguish that consumed you. the love of your life, the father of your unborn child, was gone. how were you supposed to go on without him? how were you supposed to raise your child alone?

"God, why?! Why did you take him from me?!" you sobbed and sobbed as you begged God for an answer. you clutched the letter to your chest as you cried.

you felt a hand on your shoulder and you look up to see nikolai looking at you with sadness in his eyes. he knelt down and wraps his arms around you. you began to cry into his chest as he tried his best to comfort you.

he understood your pain. fyodor was his best friend, well to him. all those times nikolai thought he wanted to kill fyodor now felt like a lie. nikolai listen as you kept asking and begged God for an answer. he listened as her sobbed and he swore he could hear your heart breaking. you weren't mad at God, you were just sad and didn't understand why God took fyodor away from you.

as the night wore on, you found yourself cocooned in the suffocating embrace of grief. each sob wracked your body, a physical manifestation of the pain that threatened to consume you whole. nikolai remained by your side, his presence a silent solace in the midst of your despair.

time blurred into an endless procession of tears and anguish. the weight of your loss pressed down upon you like a suffocating blanket, leaving you gasping for air in a world that had suddenly turned dark and unforgiving.

in the depths of your despair, you clung to the letter from fyodor as if it were a lifeline in the stormy sea of your emotions. his words, filled with love and promises of return, offered a fleeting sense of comfort amidst the overwhelming grief that threatened to engulf you.

but even as you clung to his words, a nagging doubt gnawed at the edges of your consciousness. how could you go on without him? how could you raise your child alone, knowing that their father would never return to embrace them with the same love and warmth that he had bestowed upon you?

nikolai's presence offered a semblance of support, but even his comforting embrace could not fill the void left by fyodor's absence. in the quiet moments between sobs, you found yourself grappling with the unfairness of it all, questioning why fate had deemed it necessary to tear your world apart.

as the first light of dawn crept through the windows, illuminating the shadows that clung to the corners of the room, you felt a sense of numbness settle over you. the tears had dried up, leaving behind a hollow ache that resonated with the emptiness of your soul.

in that moment, you realized that no amount of tears or prayers could bring fyodor back to you. his absence was a gaping wound that would never fully heal, a testament to the cruelty of fate and the fragility of human existence.

with a heavy heart, you rose from the floor, the weight of your grief dragging at your limbs like chains. as you made your way through the dimly lit house, each step echoed with the hollow emptiness of your soul.

outside, the world continued to spin, indifferent to the pain that consumed you. and as you stood alone in the quiet embrace of the morning light, you whispered a silent prayer to a God whose reasons remained shrouded in mystery.

but even as you prayed, a part of you knew that there would be no answers, no solace to be found in the cold, indifferent silence of the universe. for in the end, all that remained was the echo of your tears and the empty ache of a heart shattered beyond repair.

a/n. i'm still crying over fyodor's "death" :( i miss him so much, man. i hoped you enjoyed and reblogs are very appreciated !!

#˗ˏˋ ꒰ bsd ꒱ ˎˊ˗ #ᰔ.opie's library .ᐟ.ᐟ #bsd x reader #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x reader #fyodor angst #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x you #bungou stray dogs x reader

[masuchu]

↻ ASKING HIM TO OPEN A JAR YOU SUPERGLUED SHUT ?!

pairing. dazai x reader, chuuya x reader, nikolai x reader

warnings. none, just fluff

a/n. i saw this on a genshin blog and i had to do it 😭 probably my favourite thing i’ve written in a while LMAO

dazai —

now, dazai has been through a lot. he has the iq of a literal genius and you’d think he’d be able to see through such a low level prank,

he can’t.

he’s trying everything. every position. every tool laying around in his house. he even thought about biting it

you can’t help but laugh at your pitiful boyfriend. he’s resorted to just hitting the top of the lid on the side of the counter, like a toddler.

he starts whining, saying that you’re so cruel to me, bella! laughing at me in these struggling times :( why don’t you try then, now that i’ve loosened it!

shit.

you didn’t see that one coming.

“h - ha! if you can’t do it, why would i be able to? let’s just give up, y - yeah?”

that’s when he realises.

you tricked him? oh, oh! you’ve really got it coming now, he’s already thinking about how he’s gonna get you back. maybe he’ll put a bucket of water over the door? maybe he’ll put all of your white shirts in with your coloured socks. good luck with that! for now…

“you tricked me! however will i deal with such a betrayal! i thought better of you, bella :(“

you’re completely clueless

chuuya —

it was such a simple request in hindsight!

“hey, chuu? can you open this jar for me while i grab something from our room? thank you!”

easy, right? wrong.

your plan was to stay in your room for a few minutes, find him struggling downstairs, laugh at him for a bit, and tell him. simple.

that was until you heard a guttural scream come from the kitchen, and many loud crashes

you rushed down the stairs, hurriedly asking if he was okay, only to find..

chuuya now had the jar or the counter, his hand pointing at it accusingly. vaguely, you could hear his mumbles..

“stupid fucking pickle jar. nobody loves you, you hear me? yeah, i said it. cry about it. ugly ass bitch. how dare you not fucking open? what’re you made of huh? metal?! okay, tough guy. you’re asking for i-“

without thinking, you bursted into laughter at the sight of your boyfriend activating his ability, creating a little orb in his palm to ‘threaten’ the jar

as soon as he heard you, he started shouting about how,

“what the fuck is so special in this jar that they made it so fucking hard to open, huh?? fucking gold?! i swear to go-“

“chuu, honey, baby, sweetie… i superglued it. it’s okay..”

…

“YOU WHAT-?!”

have fun!

nikolai —

nikolai is a man of many talents, or so he says. and he’d like to think that opening a jar is one of them!

…. as long as you’re okay with not having a jar any more!

it’s funny at first, seeing him so eager to show you his ‘magic trick’ and watching his face fall a little bit when the jar stays right where it is

you cover your mouth as he stands there blank faced and deep in thought, attempting to conceal your small giggles

you think it’s time to tell him that it’s a prank, feeling fulfilled with your plan, that is, until..

“worry not, darling! i have a solution, if you’d allow me..”

before you know it, nikolai pulls out a very large industrial sized hammer from his undercoat, his grin widening as he sets the jar down on the counter and starts winding it back with his wrist

“w - wait, nikolai i-!”

SMASH!

silence filled the room for a few seconds, before your, very proud looking, lover broke it

“aha! i told you that i could do it! now, you were saying?”

you sighed and laughed slightly and the remnants of your jar on the floor,

“..nothing, babe. nothing..”

#💌 — sincerely me #bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #dazai bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #chuuya bungou stray dogs #nikolai gogol #bsd nikolai #nikolai bsd #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai fluff #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya fluff #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai fluff

[stinkyme]

Hello! This is small scenario with BSD men, pulling a prank on them. :)

Characters: Ranpo, Tecchou, Mushitaro, Fyodor, Chuuya x GN!Reader

CW/TW: nothing much, a bit suggestive on Chuuya's part and Mushi is wearing 'I love MILFS' T-shirt lol, ants (?) in Tecchou's part (nothing disgusting), GN!Reader, loving petnames and reader is partner of everyone, but Fyodor in whose part isn't specified

I hope you enjoy and have fun, I wanted to make something a bit different before I move on more filth ;)

I might also do Jouno, Nikolai, Dazai if you enjoy this and would like to read them as well, and of course, if you want anyone else, feel free to request. :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Little pranks on BSD men || BSD characters x Reader

Ranpo

You decided to buy him a cake as you usually do knowning he would be moody all day without his sweets and as you were waiting for your turn in sweetshop.

You noticed a cake with carrots and you got this amazing idea to prank Ranpo and when your turn came you bought small carrot cake and one small chocolate cake in order to apologize once your prank is over.

You were giggling and came back to Detective Agency when Ranpo jumped out of his seat.

"Finally! Just how long does it take to buy a cake! Gimme gimme." Ranpo was impatient as ever.

"Sorry honey, their line was long. Sit, let me feed you." you tried to be as calm as possible so your genius boyfriend doesn't figure your little prank out.

He did as told and opened his mouth wide as you brang small piece of carrot cake to his mouth and he started chewing it making weird expression.

You were holding yourself back from giggling and took another piece making him eat it, this time with a carrot piece as well.

Ranpo's eyes opened wide and he started coughing and gagging as dramatic as always.

"What the hell is this? Just what sick person would do this? Did you buy this on the street, someone is trying to poison the best detective in the world!" he was yelling out.

"It's a carrot, you dramatic manchild." you told Ranpo while giggling.

"A CARROT? Just what sick person makes CAKE with VEGETABLES? No, no, NO, just what sick person buys ME a cake with vegetables?" he was loud and confused, but it made you laugh so much because your little prank worked.

"Sorry, sorry, it was a little prank, here is the apology, your favorite chocolate cake." you gave box to him, opening up so he can see.

"A prank? Well, hmph...I knew it was a prank, obviously." Ranpo scoffed.

"Oh you did? Of course, my bad, so you don't need this as apology." you said while removing box with cake off of his table.

"HEY! I need an apology for you thinking I am stupid enough to fall for something like this, mhm!" he kept scoffing and crossed his arms.

"Whatever you say Ranpo...whatever you say." you said sarcastically because you wanted to give him benefit of thinking you are buying what he said.

"Open wide." you giggled and fed Ranpo chocolate cake.

"Now, this is what I call a cake! You owe me praise too, you know?" Ranpo said while munching.

"Oh is that so? That way you will forgive me?" you said giggling.

"Indeed! I mean, I will think about it...now less talking more praising!" Ranpo ordered jokingly and you both were laughing and enjoying this moment together.

Tecchou

It was his birthday and you waited patiently for your boyfriend to come home with cake, balloons and huge paper behind you that said "Happy birthday love" in his favorite colors.

You bought him a small teddy bear that contained a small sound box with you saying 'I am thinking of you and I love you' so he can carry it in his pocket or around his belt and press it anytime he was away on mission unable to call you.

However, as a small prank you also collected ants in container with holes and giggled thinking how horrified he will look when he sees that.

You heard door knob turning and got prepared.

As Tecchou came in you yelled out "Happy birthday love!" and jumped on him into a big, long hug.

Tecchou looked around the room, surprised how you made all this for him.

"Thank you darling, you are so kind, all this for me?" he said his face covered in warm smile and he gave you gentle kiss on the lips.

"It's nothing, come come, you need to blow out candles!" you took his hand and brought him to the cake and he lowered himself, closed his eyes to think of a wish and blowed them.

"Yaaay, let's move to the gifts!" you said excited and took a bit of frosting to put on Tecchou's cheek. He smiled and took it off with his finger and licked it making confirming expression because he liked the taste.

"Okay, stay put, here it is!" you giggled as you handed out a container with ants inside and red, shiny bow on top.

"Hm? What is this?" he took a container and moved it around to take a look and see what exactly it is.

"Ants!" you said excited waiting for him to get terriffied.

He kept looking inside a box and put it down on the table and pulled you into a bear hug. You were confused with his reaction.

"Um..baby?" you said evidently confused.

"I love it so much, thank you, honey. You know, I actually adore ants. I will keep them next to our bed and take care of them." he said softly.

"UM SUE, DARLING, I WAS JOKING." you said a bit stunned by his reaction and moved away from hug and took mini teddy bear you actually had in mind as his gift.

"This is my gift for you, press it." you gave it to him and he was inspecting it and pressed on little tummy to hear a message you left behind.

He started tearing up and pulled you again into a big, soft hug.

"Sue? Are you okay?" you asked smiling gently.

"Yes darling, I am just overwhelmed..not only you got me ants, but this beautiful teddy bear too. I couldn't be more grateful. Now, I only have to think of the names for all little buddies I got." he said and smiled gently at you, petting your head.

Well, prank gone wrong but in good way.

You smiled at him.

Mushitaro

You knew how your boyfriend loved style and everything style related so you decided to lie to him and have some fun yourself. You went to the local print store and printed out 'I love hot MILFS' on a white T-shirt. You had no idea will Mushi be actually that naive, but he was gullible, so why not try to prank him.

You packed it in nice, fancy bag and went home to give him your little 'present'.

As you opened the door Mushitaro came to hug and kiss you.

"Oh my god baby, you won't believe what I just found! This new T-shirt, it's all over the internet and everyone want one, I had to fight two men in order to get it for you, can you believe that?" you said trying to convince him with your surprised and excited voice.

"Oh? Let me see, love." he said as he raised his eyebrows. Got him, you thought and showed him T-shirt.

"I love...hot MILFS? What is MILFS?" he asked confused.

"Oh, I think name of the fashion line making those, but trust me, you need to wear it today. You meet up with Ranpo and Poe, yes? Rub it in their face how you have something so wanted, hehe." you giggled putting more oil to fire.

"Hm, is that so? You are right, that Poe has insane amount of money, but you see, he doesn't have this, HA!" he laughed proudly as he put T-shirt on, you barely holding your laughter in.

"Hell yeah, you show him babe! So handsome! Have fun and enjoy your day." you said and he kissed your lips as he left the house, his walk and mannerism as dramatic and attention seeking as always. However people gave him weird, dirty looks and he brushed it off as jealousy, smiling to himself.

"Hello peasants." he said jokingly to Poe and Ranpo showing off his T-shirt.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Ranpo asked blunt as always.

"This is new fashion line, jealous, huh?" Mushitaro chuckled as he slicked back his hair.

"Um...are you sure?" Poe asked anxiously.

"MILFS? I didn't know your partner was.." Ranpo continued.

"The hell you mean? It's name of the fashion line." Mushitaro asked confused.

"MILF is like hot, older woman, usually has a kid and MILFS means Moms I like to fu...oh" Ranpo said and started laughing.

"WHAT?" Mushitaro screamed out.

"You are lying!" he kept yelling.

"No, no, I googled it. Take a look." Poe said and showed him definition of a MILF.

Mushitaro started sweating and got red in his face thinking how you are at home laughing at him which indeed you were.

"Why do you even know what that means Ranpo?" Mushitaro tried to move topic off of himself.

"Asks a dude who wears a T-shirt like that." Ranpo scoffed.

"Just wait till I come home, they will see what I will do to them for this prank." Mushitaro thought to himself embarrassed, but lightheartedly, he truly didn't care as long as it was a gift from you as embarrassing as it was.

Fyodor

You had some knowledge on programming and computer languages and with that one day you decided to make a small change in Fyodor's well known rat logo.

You sat down on his computer and worked your way through changing his rat logo into Pikachu one. You designed it so Pikachu holds a grenade, threating but cute and you giggled to yourself as you moved away from computer.

You were going around the DoA shelter, cleaning and trying to entertain yourself.

Fyodor came out of his working room.

"We have an issue, come here at once. Call Gogol and Sigma too." he said firmly which made you uneasy.

Three of you came to his office and stood there like three naughty children waiting to be scolded.

"It came to my attention that instead of original rat design, there is a new one with some weird character. I am not sure what exactly this means as I just saw it, however it might be that Detective Agency and their outside friend broke our digital security. Take a look." he gestured towards the screen, three of you coming forward and leaning down to take a better look.

You knew it was your fault but why not play along.

Nikolai, Sigma and you started laughing your asses off.

"SPLENDID, SPLENDID, WHAT A GREAT JOKE!" Nikolai was literally hollering.

Sigma grabbed his stomach, brushing away tear off of his face.

"A grenade too? But it's so cute!" he said through laughter.

"Those ADA bastards have some great humor!" Nikolai kept going, his laughter drowning yours and Sigma's.

"Pikachu with a grenade? I love this!" you continued his thought innocently and laughed.

"Pikachu? What is that? Is it symbol for something?" Fyodor ignored your laughing fit, asking seriously.

"Pikachu is a pokemon, from that anime, you know?" Sigma said confused.

"I am surprised I know about it and you don't." Sigma continued his thought.

"I don't engage in such activities, Sigma." Fyodor said in monotone voice.

"Well then, let's get moving, I need you out for the mission." he continued.

Crap. Well, you must tell him.

"Uh..Fyodor, I made that, heh." you chuckled nervously.

"Pardon? What did you say?" he said, his gaze cold.

"Uhh, yeah, I thought it would be funny prank, I didn't mean for it to go this far, I just changed your logo, but you can reverse it back.." you said while sweating.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA I NEVER KNEW YOU HAD THAT INSIDE YOU, WHAT A SPLENDID JOKE Y/N!" Nikolai enjoyed this too much and put his hand up to high-five you. You hesitantly put your hand to meet his.

"Get out." Fyodor said firm, sharp and cold. All three of you buckled up and basically fought who will leave first. Sigma got out, then Nikolai and lastly you.

Fyodor turned towards his computer and sighed out. He took another look at Pikachu with grenade and chuckled a bit before starting his work on bringing old logo back.

Chuuya

He had meeting with Mori, Kouyou and rest of Mafia executives this morning.

You decided to prank him a bit before he left. You took his phone and changed his ringtone in cupcakke song that goes 'Vagina! Deepthroat circus!', you were giggling and left his volume on because you knew he almost always had it on vibration.

He left shower, got dressed and took his phone.

"I will be back quickly angel, you rest more." and gave you kiss on the lips. He was so loving, it made you feel bad a bit, but show must go on. You kissed him back and waved goodbye.

You waited until 9:15 to make a call, you were nervous, excited and giggling, hoping he didn't turn his volume off.

"That's why we need.." Mori was saying suddenly interrupted by loud noise.

"VAGINA! DEEPTHROAT CIRCUS! VAGINA DEEPTHROAT CIRCUS!"

Everyone looked around confused and horrified, even Chuuya, not realizing it was his phone.

"You might want to pick up, Chuuya." Kouyou said covering her mouth with her hand, giggling.

Chuuya's eyes got wide realizing it is, in fact, his phone.

He saw your name calling him and picked up, frozen.

"I am in a meeting.." he got caught off with your laughter and everyone in room could hear, trying to keep in their laughter not to annoy Chuuya any further.

"This was your doing, little bastard?" Chuuya said lightheartedly. You kept laughing in his ear.

"Maaaaaybe...I don't know what you are talking about though." you said innocently.

"Hah, I will give you deepthroat circus once I come back, you hear me?" he said through a chuckle and everyone's eyes got wide.

Mori coughed.

"Oh crap, um, angel, I got to go." he got off call, trying to stay as calm as possible, everyone's gaze on him after his reaction.

"That's why we need..?" he asked acting like nothing happened, trying to be as put as possible earning couple of giggles.

The End :)

I hope you enjoyed and had fun! :)

Thank you for reading and all love you showed me so far! <3

#bungo stray dogs #bsd scenarios #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd gogol #bsd mushitaro #bsd ranpo #bsd chuuya #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #mushitaro x reader #ranpo x reader #chuuya x reader #tecchou x reader #bsd tecchou #i hope you like this

[bakerstreethound]

Golden Mornings

Relationship: Nikolai Lantsov x gender neutral reader

Warnings: lots of fluff, heated kisses, and happy Nikolai

Summary: Waking up in the arms of the King of Ravka is always special to you and you want to show him how much you adore him while he returns the sentiments in kind.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username) 

Word Count: 828

A/N: Hello my lovelies. This is my first time writing & posting for the wonderful Nikolai Lantsov. I hope you enjoy it! It's been in my drafts a bit as I've been meaning to post but life got in the way. Regardless, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Graphic by @firefly-graphics

Nikolai nuzzles closer to you, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. You chuckle to yourself, eyes half drooped, resisting your brain’s internal alarm clock to get up and start the day. You continue to stroke his back, rubbing patterns trying to prolong the time you have before your duties demand the trajectory of the day. 

“Morning, love,” he murmurs. You tap his nose gently in response as he scrunches it, painting his face in childlike happiness. 

“Good morning moi tsar,” you grin in response, his eyes scrunched at the title you called him.

“It’s too early for this. What have I done to incur your wrath?” 

“Nothing at all my dear Sobachka.” You smile, pressing a kiss to his forehead and he smiles back softly, eyes glimmering in adoration.

Despite it all, despite the demon, you have accepted him for who he was and is, and on mornings like this, he has come to cherish being in the warmth and strength of your arms. It is where he belongs, and he wishes he found you, his true home sooner. 

Ravka may be his kingdom, but you are his alone - his to cherish and adore. 

You cup his face in your hand, thumb brushing along his lower lip, his gaze unwavering as his eyes take in the sight of you once more. It’s all he ever wants, the simplicity of waking up in your embrace, the golden sun illuminating your shared chambers with the promise of a new life, a new kingdom, and a thousand tomorrows on the horizon. 

“Did you find a blemish there, my love?” Nikolai’s cheeky trademark smirk flourishes along his face, a reminder of the boy he was, hidden under the man he’d become.

Your hands trace his lip with ease, the smile lingering on your lips blooming. “Even if there is a blemish, I’d adore you all the same, dear Nik.” 

His smile deepens, “Well, then,” he leans over you, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips while pulling you under him, his gaze transfixed, admiring your form. 

You squirm against him to no avail, his gaze not lingering from your lips, hands gripping you firmly, the sheet falling further down his torso. You whisper to yourself, an odd assortment of words you can’t recall, too enraptured by the sight before you. Your hands trace the outline of his chest, and you wrap your arms around him bringing him closer before peppering him with kisses, dragging your tongue over them. 

He groans in kind, determined not to fall, but he does. How can he not? He’s utterly yours. When your lips are determined to consume him whole, alternating between marking and kissing him, you smile, leaving a few marks over the faint trace of the bite marks you’d left the prior night. 

“See something you like, love?” Nikolai smirks, boyish glee lighting his eyes.

“Yes, in fact, I do. You’re absolutely wonderful and I cannot get enough of you.” You nuzzle his neck as one of his hands cups the nape of your neck, pulling you close as he adjusts himself on top of you after pulling you in for a proper kiss.

A kiss that melts your soul, warm like sunlight and honey, of the many days you wish to wake up to until your dying day. It pulls you in and you press yourself against him more, the feeling of his skin against yours the perfect sort of heat and warmth. 

You gently tug his hair, a soft gasp leaving his parted lips while he strokes your hair, leaning down to kiss you once more. Your hands reach around his neck while he pulls you close, his lips brushing your neck, pulling you on top of him, your laugh filling the empty space, music to his ears, the warm Ravkan sun shining further in through the windows, perfectly highlighting your features and your eyes. 

You squeeze your legs as you straddle him, steadying yourself before you gently tug his hair, a gasp parting from his lips, his blonde curls shimmering. You take a moment to enjoy the sight while you pepper kisses along his neck, biting and sucking in kind, his hands falling to your waist, squeezing tighter in response. 

He huffs in amusement, his hands squeezing your waist tighter before rolling himself on top of you once more littering your face and neck with kisses. 

“Nik!” You squealing, helplessly flailing beneath him. “That wasn’t fair!”

“I don’t recall us playing fair this lovely morning,” he quirks a brow, giving back to kiss your lips, capturing you in his warmth and light. It brings thoughts of waking up like this in the future when Ravka is finally safe, the scent of waffles wafting through the walls, followed by the sweet smell of syrup that Nina adores.

Moments like this you cherish for eternity and a lifetime, despite the war-torn nation bequeathed to a young king. You would rebuild. Together. 

******

#nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone #the grishaverse #the grisha trilogy #nikolai x reader #nikolai fanfiction #paddy gibson #my writing #my alleyway

[thebadgerclan]

Aftermath

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: In the aftermath of the coronation, you have time to process what happened...

Part 2 to “Coronation”

It had taken a few hours, but Nikolai had finally drifted off to sleep.  After what had happened during the coronation, your husband was hesitant to close his eyes, to let you out of his sight, to let his guard down.  He’d burrowed his way into your arms, clinging to you like a vine; and if you so much as moved, Nikolai whimpered and held you tighter.  He was rattled, terrified of how close he’d come to losing you, and seeing your husband in such pain made you ache as well.

It was just past 2 bells, but you were still awake.  You were exhausted, but sleep evaded you–the sight of your husband’s blood staining the marble floor of the chapel fresh in your mind.  How had that assassin gotten in?  How had the Crown not heard anything of jurda parem?  How…how…how?  Nikolai’s embrace had been comforting, the weight of his head on your chest soothing, but now, you felt suffocated.  You hadn’t had a chance to process what had happened, what you’d endured; your focus had been on your husband, on healing him, on assuring yourself he was alive.

Then, your focus had been on getting the King to safety, on getting a more experienced Healer to see him, on the council and assessing the threat to your nation and your King.  And now that you had a moment to think, it felt like that Fjerdan Heartrender was crushing your chest all over again.  Gently, ever so gently, you eased Nikolai from your arms and rose from bed.  Despite the growing panic, you pressed a kiss to his forehead and tucked the covers around his shoulders.

Then you stumbled into the adjoined sitting room, where Tamar was stationed alongside three palace guards.  “Moya tsaritsa?” she questioned, reaching for her axes.  You were gasping for breath, tripping over your own two feet.  You stumbled, barely catching yourself on the settee, and you extended an arm towards Tamar.  “I… I just….” you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.  Your chest felt like it was caving in, your head was spinning, your mouth felt dry, your ears were ringing.  “I… I can’t…”

Tamar didn’t try to approach you, but entered your bedroom.  Nikolai was mercifully still asleep, and the Heartrender hated to wake him, but she knew he was the only one who could help you through your panic attack.  “Nikolai,” she said, shaking his shoulder.  “King Nikolai, wake up, y–”  “Y/N!” he cried as he stirred, reaching out toward your side of the bed.  “Y/N, where’s Y/N, Tamar, where is–”  “She’s alright,” she said, grasping his shoulders.  “Y/N is fine, she’s alive, but she needs you right now, Nikolai.  She needs her husband.”

It was then that he heard you crying, and it was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on his head.  “Y/N,” he said, and in an instant, he was running to you, not caring he was in nothing but his boxers in front of his guards and one of his closest friends.  You were knelt on the floor, gripping the armrest of the settee, shoulders heaving with how hard you were breathing, your face flushed.

Your husband knelt at your side, turning your face to his.  “Y/N, darling, look at me,” he coaxed, his voice unbearably gentle.  “Y/N, you’ve got to breathe for me, love.  Can you do that?”  You blinked rapidly, trying to clear the blur from your vision, the cotton from your ears.  “Hey, pretty girl, look at me.  I need you to breathe with me, alright?”  “N-Nikolai?”  “Yes, darling, I’m right here.  Breathe with me, honey, can you do that?”  You nodded, and while it was a struggle, after a few moments, you calmed enough to mirror your husband’s breathing.

“There we go,” he praised, easing you into his arms.  “Do you want to talk about it?”  Your husband knew better than to ask what had you so upset, he knew, of course he knew.  Nikolai wrapped his arms tightly around you, kissing the crown of your head, happy to sit on the cold, hard floor if it meant you felt safe.  “We almost died,” you said, voice shaky.  “I almost watched you die, and there was nothing I could do.  Nikolai, I was so scared: scared that I would lose you, scared that I would die.  I keep seeing you bleeding, reaching out for me.  Saints, I… I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

You dissolved into sobs, and your husband held you tighter, rocking back and forth gently, soothing you as you cried.  “Oh my sweet love,” Nikolai whispered, lips against your temple.  “I’m here, Y/N, right here.  I am alive, you are alive, we’re alright.  I know that you’re scared, I’m scared too, but I am right here, my darling, and I am alive.  And the only reason I’m still breathing is that you saved me.   You saved my life, Y/N, and I will never be able to repay you for that.”

You sniffled, wiping your eyes.  “You don’t have to repay me for that, Kolya.  I’ll always save you.  But it almost wasn’t enough.  If I’d have seen her, if I’d–”  “Hey, hey.  Don’t go there, sweetheart.  I’m alive, that’s what’s important, you are alive.  And for right now, that’s all I care about.  I love you so much, my Y/N, and I’m not going anywhere.”  Nikolai cupped your face in his hands, tenderly swiping your tears away, and you managed a soft smile.

“I love you too, Nikolai.”  He kissed you then, forgetting about Tamar and the guards, his focus solely on you.  When the kiss broke, your husband eased you into his arms and stood.  “Now let’s get you back into bed.  My bride needs her beauty sleep.”  “So do you,” you jabbed, and Nikolai laughed.  “I’d be offended if you weren’t wrong.  Tamar?”  The Heartrender took a step forward from where she was standing along the wall.

“We’ll remain on guard, moi tsar, moya tsaritsa.”  Nikolai nodded and entered the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.  He eased you into bed, pulling you into his chest as soon as he was lying down.  “Try to sleep, my love,” he said, kissing your forehead.  “I promise that I’ll be right here.”  You nodded, fatigue crashing over you like a wave.  “I love you,” you whispered, and your husband hummed, kissing your forehead again.  “Not nearly as much as I love you.”

#nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone reader insert

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

19 and 21 for Honey, Leon, Selina, and Nikolai please? --🦚xx

Honey x Leon

19. Their vows kinda go like this: Leon: "Honestly, I would do the whole bleeding con again if I had to. Not the part where Selina was born in a field. But the CIA and Jonny and Kidman and Kubrick? To get us that money, I would. I'm just sorry we're on the run." Honey: "Leon I would run across the universe with you. No one else has given me the moon."

21. There is no doubt these two have changed each other for the better. Mostly in subtle ways more than profound. With these exceptions: Leon gained confidence and the ability to stand up for himself being with Honey. He also found ambition beyond his parents' restaurant and the odd acting gig.

And Honey? Honey discovered that being someone's wife and mother made her even more.. rebellious? Definitely less selfish. But mostly that it's ok to settle down and become grounded.

Selina x Nikolai

19. Nikolai: "I am the first man who did not need to hear the siren's call before I was under her spell" Selina "Not to sound like The Little Mermaid, but honestly I would give up this mythical siren song to sail every ocean with you and Irina"

21. Another couple (is it a cop out?) that changed enormously for the better. Although Kolya jokes that he misses being able to "drift where the tides take him." He's more even tempered and sincere because of Selina. He's not so ostentatious or explosive. Nikolai has also found a empathetic confidante in his wife. Plus he has something he didn't have until he met Selina: a family beyond Ollie.

Selina has become infinitely more confident in herself, like her Papa. She's never felt so beautiful or empowered before. And, it turns out, powered. Being with Nikolai has brought her own set of superpowers that were dormant within her. Nikolai challenges her and drives her crazy and turns her on, and she could not love him or their kids and life more.

#ask the librarian #honey x leon #selina x nikolai #oc asks

[mncxbe]

Hello 👋 💃 i really love your works *gives lots of love and hugs to you 😘* Gentle Fyodor is REAL!! And i am here for it. Can you do Fyodor x fem reader where they go to a festival together and kiss kiss 💋 in a ferris wheel. You can also include Nikolai as their friend. Because look at this official art 🤤 I can already imagine Nikolai forcing them to take pictures together 😖😳 Thank you!!!

Omg thank you love and yes defo this is so cute and Nikolai would 100% be that friend who randomly takes pictures of everyone shhsjs. Hope you enjoy♡

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Carnival♡

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡

"Aww come on guys just one more. Say cheese" grinned the silvery haired man as he held the selfie stick above your heads.

You loosely placed an arm over Fyodor's shoulders and smiled, V-signing with your fingers. Nikolai quickly snapped a picture.

"Aww Dos kun you ruined the picture. Would it hurt to smile a little?" he pouted as he held the phone in front of you. Indeed, both you and Nikolai were smiling but Fyodor had the same impassive expression.

It's been about two hours since the three of you entered the bustling carnival and ever since Nikolai kept taking pictures of you and your boyfriend: next to the souvenir stand, riding the carrousel, eating glazed dango and cotton candy. He never gave you a break, desperate to capture every moment of your trip to the festival.

At first Fyodor didn't mind his friend's antics but they slowly started to get on his nerves. He just wanted to spend a few minutes with you.

That's why when Nikolai started mindlessly scrolling through his gallery Fyodor's fingers intertwined with yours and he gently pulled you away.

"Fedya what are you doing?" you chuckled "We can't leave Kolya like that"

"Shh myshka. We'll get back to him soon I just wanna spend soms time with you"

Your boyfriend guided you through the cheering crowd. The sun was beginning to set and the lampposts flickered to life, illuminating the park. Sweet scents of vanilla and melted sugar lingered in the air as you passed the food caravans on the side of the street.

"Are we going somewhere?" you asked sweetly but Fyodor only nodded.

"You'll see when we get there" he said dismissively as he snaked through the crowd.

Your boyfriend remained silent until the two of you reached your destination: the ferris wheel. He paid the entrance fee to a little boy in a blue yukata and then bowed, gesturing you to step into the cabin.

"After you, myshka" he said in a honeyed voice.

You stepped in the small cabin and took a seat on one of the benches; Fyodor joined you a moment after. The glass doors closed and the little box of metal began its ascension, slowly swaying in the light breeze.

The higher you got the more you could see of the glowing city. The festival park itself gleamed like a pearl, beams of neon lights creating a thin halo over the sea of people.

You gazed out the glass windows with wide eyes. "Look Fedya" you said enthusiatically as you pointed at something in the distance. "There are so many people on the carrousel! It's beautiful"

Your boyfriend barely registered your words; he was too busy relishing the sight of you in your indigo yukata with little koy-fish, sweeping hair gently framing your face. The lights of the city were reflected in your eyes.

Fyodor's heart was swelling with adoration. He scooted closer to you and took your hand in his, pressing his lips to your knuckles.

"You're more beautiful myshka." he said in a hushed voice.

His tender words caused a light blush to rise to your cheeks.

"My dear. You can't say that"

"And why not?" he added, sliding his thumb over your lower lip as the rest of his fingers came to rest under your chin. "It's the truth. You're enchanting."

The two of you locked gazes for a moment before Fyodor gently cupped your cheek and leaned in, his lips meeting yours. At first the kiss was so gentle, as if you were a porcelain doll he was afraid of breaking; but soon enough you slid your fingers up the nape of his neck and tugged at his bun.

"Don't tempt me myshka." he warned when he eventually pulled away from you, eyes glimmering with mischief. "You know what will befall you if you keep up this act."

You only smiled as you kissed him again, this time with more passion. By this time the cabin had already reached the top of the wheel and began slowly descending, but you were too abosorbed in one another to care.

Suddenly, a loud whoosh sounded in the crammed box and Nokolai's head emerged next to you.

"Aww here you are loverbirds. I found you alas. How could you abandon me like that" he cried out, but the wide grin of his face betrayed his cheerful state.

Fyodor hastly pulled away from you, his cheeks a dark shade of red.

"Get lost, Kolya. I don't recall you paying for this ride" he said awkwardly as he spared the man a side glance.

"Ah you're right Dos kun how silly of me. My apologies for interrupting your sweet, sweet moment. You're free to get back to it."

With that the portal closed and Nikolai disappeared, leaving you and Fyodor alone once again.

"He's something else, isn't he?" you asked between giggles, causing Fyodor to sigh.

"He surely is."

Wrapping a hand around your waist the man pulled you closer and you rested your head on his chest; your bodies fitting together like two pieces of puzzle. Your ride was coming to an end, the uproar of the crowd growing louder and louder with each second that passed.

"Thanks for taking me on the ferris wheel dear." you beamed as you stepped out of the cabin.

"It was my pleasure, my love."

Your boyfriend offered you his arm and you took it before walking back to the place where you left Nikolai, slowly being engulfed by the sweet scent of caramel and the bustling crowd.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #fyodor bsd #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd nikolai gogol #bsd nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

"Your face is so pretty I wanna sit on it"

Fandom: Multifandom

Pairing: Various characters X Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Format: Scenario

Warnings: NSFW! Content, MDNI

Word Count: 0.6K

A/n: I mean-

↳He's eyes widen for a brief second, but after the appearance of a wide smirk on his face, they're back to normal. He never thought you would say something this... creative; but he would be lying if he says that it didn't fuel his ego a billion times harder than before.

"Oh? Is that so?"

You sometimes wonder how can this asshole be so charming, and a huge dick, at the same time? But now you knew why. It was his face. His fucking, stupidly gorgeous face and that damned playful grin of his.

"Yeah. Although I expected you to be aware of that, but your taken aback expression proved me wrong"

Oh he knows; he just never thought you could be this blunt to say it out loud.

But now that you did, he's got other plans for you.

"Yeah? Are you saying you wanna make a mess out of my face between your thighs?"

Well, even if you were just messing with him, you aren't now.

He won't listen to you whimpers and begs to "S-stop, can't t-take it anymore", not even after your third orgasm. No, he needs to take his stress out on something, and what's better than your tasty wet crotch?

"Stay still for me, Baby. What do you mean you can't take it anymore? Well, should've thought about it before making that remark. Gosh, you drive me crazy baby girl; I just know you're going to be the death of me one day. Awww, crying now are we? C'mon girly, you asked for it yourself. Now be a good little pet and don't squirm around much so I can enjoy my meal, hmm?"

DAZAI MY MAN, RANPO, CHUUYA, NIKOLAI, Fyodor, Tachihara, Mori, Jounou, SUKUNA, GOJO, GETOU, Toji, ATSUMU, Osamu, SUGA, SUNA, KUROO, IWAIZUMI, OIKAWA, Akaashi, Inosuke, Iguro, Shinazugawa, Sabito, Light, MELLO, Matt, Vanitas

↳Blood rushes to his cheeks when he hears your words. You can't help but to smile at his adorable expression. Your heart drops whenever he goes like this; all blushy and embarrassed but also horny and turned on at the same time.

"I- You- Really?" "Hmm! Really!"

He smiles awkwardly, scratching the back of his head at he tries to shake the embarrassment away by chuckling and act cool, but he can't; it's too much, you're too much.

"Um- Well, I'm flattered..."

Giggling playfully, you put your hand under your chin and start examining his handsome face without trying to hide it, and it drives him crazy. You just made his hear skip a beat and now you're checking him out like that? No. He can't take it anymore.

"Hey... I'm not doing anything... I mean, My face is available right now..."

You're surprised for sure, but who are you to turn down such a tempting offer?

He might have sounded unsure, but now that you're on top of him, shaking relentlessly? You think if he was just acting shy to get you into... this.

But no, he's just returning the favor. You make him crazy, with your flirty remarks and endless teases; and every time you do, you always leave him behind, all red and shamefaced, and now that you're in this position? You're not gonna be free of his tight grip until he's satisfied. Because this guy, despite how he looks like, is a horny ass bastard who can't stop when he gets the good stuff.

"Stop moving around so much, honey pie. You can give me one more, yeah? Pretty please? I'm having such a great time down here... I don't think I'm ready to stop yet. Ah, thanks baby, promise I'll stop after a few more times. Sorry! But you just taste so good... Ah you're stroking me now? Let's make this all- Ah- about you sweetheart, ok? Show me how much more you can take, please?"

ATSUSHI, SIGMA, Poe, Hinata, KAGEYAMA, Yamaguchi, NISHINOYA, ASAHI, KENMA, Bokuto, USHIJIMA, Tanjirou, ZENITSU, Megumi, Itadori, Matsuda, NOE

Reblogs are wildly appreciated!

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Hey it's me again (from Mitsuri/Tanjiro/reader request) can make the reader like Venti from Genshin impact, a free spirit. I think reader would do well with chuuya, Dazai, Sigma and Gogo.

And how are you? Take care and drink plenty of water, have a great weekend.☺️

Venti-Like! GN! Reader

Self-Aware! Chuuya Nakahara x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu

Self-Aware! Nikolai Gogol x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Sigma

Part II

Hello. Here you go, your request. I am fine, thank you for asking. Will drink water and try to have a great weekend.🙂

Warning: OOC. Some changed quotes from Venti. Gogol proposed to you. English is my second language.

🐾 You are an adult, that's for sure. But you are so carefree and playful.

🐾 During their "first" rain in the real world, you offered everyone to go outside and start jumping in puddles and see who can make the biggest splash.

🐾 Only Kenji joined you at first, but, after seeing, how happy you two were, Dazai and Ranpo also joined.

🐾 Kunikida tried to tell you, that four of you are too old for playing under the rain, but you only giggled and said, that you couldn't wait for a winter, so you can have a snowball fight.

🐾 You were working at home. Moreover, you were a freelancer. You said, that you don't like to follow too many rules.

🐾 And your hobbies. You liked hang gliding, for some reason. You also liked singing songs and taking naps

🐾 You were interesting. There was something in you.

🐾 They learned, what were your reasons behind your behavior in a month after they get into your world.

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You take a bite out of the apple and look at BSD Cast. They were discussing the future of their organizations. Their future life. As you learned, during their work together, characters managed to become at least good acquaintances, if not friends. Moreover, they were ready to spend their life in real world near you. You were silent during their discussion.

Meanwhile, characters were discussing the possibility of changing organizations. Sigma said, that he wants to be with ADA. He looked at you and asked.

"[Y/N], do you think I should join ADA? I remember, that you were saying, that in Decay of Angels doesn't value me."

You take a breath and answered.

"I... Let me get this straight. I am very happy, that you are in real world right now. I am glad, that you are free. But... I won't tell you, what to do. I won't tell anyone, what to do. If you want to stay with me, I will be happy to let you do this. If you want to live by yourself, I won't stop you. Same with you, Sigma. It should be your choice, not mine."

Everyone was silent. Sigma stands up, looking confused.

"But, when we were in our world, I heard how you said..."

You came closer to Sigma and take his hands into yours.

"Sigma, me not wanting you to listen to the Decay of Angels doesn't mean that you have to listen to me. Freedom, if demanded of you by another person, is really no freedom at all."

You smile and looked at everyone.

"All of you are free to do, what you want. I care about your opinion and your freedom. Choose for yourself."

Cast were quiet. They were touched by your worlds. But four people were really moved by your words.

Sigma was smiling. He looked at you with a soft gaze. He felt so happy, that you don't want to use him.

Dazai was grinning. He was glad, that you won't try to control them. They are really lucky, that you were their Reader.

Chuuya want to be his own person. He doesn't want to be under anyone's control. Your words were like honey to him. He smiled.

Gogol's breathing became heavy, he was looking at you with adoration.

Before anyone can react, Gogol jumped to you and, after almost shoving Sigma out of the way, grabbed your hands. Nikolai looked you right in the eyes.

"Marry me! Right here, right now!"

You managed to say.

"E-he?"

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🐾 You manage to convince Gogol, that you are not ready for marriage right now.

🐾 But he still spends almost all his time with you.

🐾 As three other characters.

🐾 Dazai, Chuuya and Sigma are also like to spend their time with you.

🐾 Your Quintet are having fun, pulling pranks on others, handing with each other.

🐾 You five have found each other. You are close, you understand each other.

🐾 Other characters may spend less time with you than Chuuya, Dazai, Sigma and Gogol, but, they also became your friends.

🐾 All of you are happy. You may be childish, but you have a bug heart and you value their freedom.

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[serpentthecrow]

Sleepy time with the crows

the crows(separately) x reader🖤

Summary: just some fluffy headcannons with our favourite gangsters

Warnings : big fluff, cursing, plushies

A/n: wrote this instead of a Jesper confession fic that got deleted. I also included the plushies each of them have, so enjoy!

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Kaz:

One might assume there will not be much to say, it's not true however

If Kaz finds u trustworthy enough to even sleep in the same room with you, consider urself lucky af

Kaz doesn't really sleep much, just for a couple hours, it's assumably another trick of his, how he wakes up

When he ACTUALLY needs sleep, he drinks Camomile tea

I picture Kaz's bedside table is actually a stack of books, and there are several more stacks on the other side of the bed, so he reads quite often

He's genuinely scared to fall asleep due to his nightmares sometimes

After getting comfortable with you, he will slowly inch by inch move your beds closed to eachother everyday, until you notice

Whispers 'fuck u ' to the moon when it shines in his window

Just lays flat on his back and sleeps (how?)

Secretly has a crow plushie he got from Jesper under his bed

Jesper

The biggest cuddle bear ever

He will wrap you up with his arms and legs like a rope, and will not let go even under the use of a fucking crowbar

It's his routine to kiss his revolvers good-night before going to bed

Not before checking himself out in the mirror to look good and ready for a night intruder

REFUSES to buy a bit bigger bed, no matter if your savings could buy a bed that even majesty King Nikolai.*million titles*.. could hardly afford

The secret meaning is that Jes doesn't want you escaping from him to the other side of the big mattress

He'd rather fall off the little cot you have

Forgets to take off his rings

HAS a goat plushie

Inej

Inej is pretty straightforward- lay down, sleep if you can

challenge: try not to stab urself in the eye by the knife she has under her pillow while turning in ur sleep

Could use some protective cuddles if she trusts u

Prays before going to sleep

Bed time= heaven time. Main reason?she lets her hair down when going to sleep

Be prepared to do some careful and slow comforting for her at 1am

U will get urself stabbed if Ur not careful

Light sleeper, can be out like a light tho, after a whole day of climbing roofs

Fuzzy socks.

Has a teddy bear

Nina

U won't fall asleep with her. I swear

Is the type of person to talk and talk and talk about random things for hours

And when u think she's already asleep, ur suddenly hear "I would never kiss a dude who eats dogs"

Eats a ton of food before bed

*cough*like me*cough*

Loves bedtime stories and singing lullabies in Ravkan- recieving or giving, doesn't matter to her

Back tracing

Has an assortment of plushies all around her side of the bed and if one is missing, she will start a war

Sleeps on her stomach

Or on u

Sleeps naked by choice

Cuddly little witch

Matthias

Wrapped around u for 'protective' reasons

Tells u stories, myths and traditional legends from Fierda

Also prays to Djel, even tho he wipes his hands after finishing and exclaims he doesn't have to really

Drinks weird amount of water

Sometimes lays in bed with shoes on - sinner

Never saw a book in his life

Normal duvets? What is that? Did I hear fur?

Wake him up. I dare you. Try it.

Extra vulnerable before bed

Don't make him sad at the time pls

LOVES when it rains at night (I think they all love that, except ONE)

Owns a tiny white wolf plushie, it's under his pillow if u wanna know.

Wylan

Certified cutie

The adorable matching pijama sets he wears

Will probably draw.

No need to say he won't read before bed

The little spoon

Warm milk with honey melted in it is his to go drink for bed(try it, knocks u out)

The bed hair(not so different from his normal hair lol)

Has a dinamite plushie he sleeps with all the time

Is the one who doesn't like when it rains, because what If the rain turns into a thunderstorm?

ABSOLUTELY HATES THUNDERSTORMS

They scare the shit outta him

The sleepy mumbles... Help

whispers good night back and forth with u until one of u fall asleep

fluffy and smol bean

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A/n: Ahh turned out better then I first thought. Lemme know what u think! If you'd like to requests something, my requests are open, please read my pinned post before requesting, there you'll find rules but also the fandoms I write for ❤️❤️

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