Boil me

Masterlist:

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

(Fyodor x reader)

"May we?" (Part 1)

"May we?" (PART 2)

"Just for tonight" - MDNI

"You and Thou"

"Ada!Reader x Fyodor HC"

CUDDLING HC

NSFW HCs - MDNI

FYODORS TYPE HC

"Put me Down."

Fyodor x sh reader (comfort)

"Fyodor x reader with a daughter"

(Fyodor x Nikolai)

"The (not-so) Virgin Mary" - MDNI

"It'll go away soon" -MDNI

(Nikolai x Reader)

RELATIONSHOP HCs

NSFW HCs

(Ranpo x reader)

Ungrateful

I TAKE REQUESTS NOWWW

NOW IM OPEN TO ANYTHING, (SHIPS OR X READERS...) PLEASE KEEP IT NOT TOO SPECIFIC, please read the rules first (I'm very lenient dw)

Fandoms I'm in:

Bungo Stray dogs (a given)

Pressure (please don't support the devs, I will write for it but I will not play it anymore)

Red dead 2

Cookie run kingdom

Call of Duty (MW2 - MW3)

Apothecary diaries

Castlevania (netflix only...sorrryy)

The freak circus

Gachiakuta

I can't promise I will write for ALL of these... But it is a suggestion of what I could write for. 

(Still...it's mainly gonna be Fyodor.)

WHAT I DON'T WRITE FOR:

... I'll be honest. I can write anything you so wish and desire, I have been in situations where I only wrote something to just test how weirdly graphic I can make something... Nonetheless I have standards.

INCEST.

Ageplay

ANYTHING INVOLVING CHILDREN OR ANIMALS IT SHOULDNT

Scat (it means shit..)

Anything above mild gore (lowkey cause I simply don't know how to write it without sounding corny)

Necrophilia

Anything non-consenual (cnc will be tagged PROPERLY)

This is all I can think of for now... Of course anything I believe will be needed to be tagged, will be done so. I don't wanna surprise anyone with something they're uncomfortable with.

If I've forgotten something to tag, please DM me so I may fix it...

FYI/ About me:

I don't like to censor myself... This connecting to what I said earlier about having writing what I want for the fun of it. Though this doesn't mean I really write for the splatterpunk genre...

I love Fyodor

I love when people give me feedback on my work, (so Long as its reasonable feedback)

I primarily am familiar writing smut, though I try to change the variety. Though I'm not used to writing angst the most...

DM's are open.

I WILL HAVE INCONSISTENT UPLOADINGGGUH. A lot of the time I have writers block and I'm only used to writing one shots.

Always love Fyodor 🤍

- boil me

When you joined the A.D.A, you joined for the simple reason of helping those in need. Your coworkers around you always felt nothing short of family, everyone to support everyone and you wouldnt have it any other way.

Except for one man. Ranpo seemed to always... Be annoyed with you. Of course you knew of his own situation, who he was and how worthy he was in the agency.

A man with no ability, smartest man alive, quite handsome too in your opinion... As well as...

THE BIGGEST ASSHOLE YOU KNOW.

You get so angry all the time when he talks down to you! Who the hell does he think he is?! Of course he talks like that to everyone, but why do you fall victim to it the most??

He commands you around, telling you to fetch things as well as do his work. It's so annoying.

Something more annoying, he loves to pretend he has his own ability and refuse to admit that he's just like the rest of the agency to the point it offends you. Theres absolutely nothing wrong with having no ability, you would know! After all you're still helpful to your friends.

Thus, you both gained a resentment to eachother. Refusing to admit you both had what eachother wanted.

A day like any other, you walked around the brightly lit agency near where Dazai and Kunikida typed away... Scratch that, Kunikida typing and dazai spinning in his chair, round and round...

You watched in slight annoyance before you heard a slight ringing in your ear. Nothing more.

"Hey! Come here!"

A RINGING. in your ear! Oh my, you might have to get it checked on of these days...

A crinkled bag hit the back of your head rather roughly and you groaned internally as you turned around, "Yes, Ranpo..." Your voice was low and restrained really.

His smile was prominent and arrogant to match yours perfectly! He was rolling around a marble ball on his desk with his finger while his feet were kicked up.

"You gotta come with me on a job todayy." He sighed, suddenly seeming so upset at the thought of it and you didnt hide your own opinion either.

"A job... With you? For what." You gave him a confused face as he shrugged, not that he didn't know, he just didnt feel like answering.

You assume its because hes too dumb to understand the train system in Japan... "I'm not stupiddduhh." his voice interrupted your thoughts again and you scoffed.

"Using your 'ability' on me yet again??" You placed air quotes on the word when you look back and see him sitting there with his glasses on, seeing his irises for a rare moment and you looked for a second too long.

He gently let go of his glasses as they hit the top of his desk with a noise. "Keep it up and I'll make you do more than just guide work." you could feel him imagining you carrying him back... Or maybe making you figure out a mystery youd have no business in.

You walk over to him and he stares up at you with his fox eyes, "Surely someone as normal as you can run errands, right?" He was mocking you back, you could hear the noise he made when getting up to stretch along with Kunikidas scolding to Dazai.

You followed him out of the room, you steps no more than 5 paces behind his. You watched as he pulled out a lollipop from under his hat, threw away the wrapper and stuck it in his mouth, you slightly cringed.

"Whats the plan today?" You looked to him when you walked to the side of him which he didnt seem to appreciate all too much.

Suddenly he let our a huge groan, "UGHHHHHHHH. So sooooo many questions.... Do they ever stop? Do you know anything?" He waved his hand at you as you both walked to the train station. Passing by couples on dates, children walking home from school, and old men who are going home from their office job.

Silence came for a while along the way, you decided conversation - maybe a bit of teasing - would be good. "So, you sure are popular in the agency..." You said it with too much of a bite, nonetheless he smiled at your comment.

"Of course I am! I'm a genius and my ability is astronomically more important than yours." He turned around and poked your forehead, after he took his lolipop from his mouth.

You bit your cheek in reluctance, finding words not too offensive to respond with. "You're mistaken, I don't have an ability, Ranpo." He raised an eyebrow, Ranpo? Mistaken? Blasphemy.

He stuck his lolipop back in his mouth, "Thennn how did you get that job without one?" His finger pulled away, he wasn't confused on it, more like an interrogation disguised as a simple question. "Why don't you tell me?"

He didnt grace you with an answer, quiet for a moment before spinning back around with his typical whimsy.

When you arrived to the train station, it didnt take you too long when looking at the map to think about what you needed to do. Ranpo was tapping his foot beside you...

"I need to know where we're going first." You turned to him, your body still pointed to the map, "The warehouse, duh." You blinked at his response and hummed.

"Isn't that the place where Dazai and Kunikida were-"

"Yes yes. You don't need any recaps I'm sure." he didnt even bother to look at you while he talked but you checked back at the map.

"We get on the next one."

He smiled at you for a rare moment.

When you both boarded the train, it was rather packed together. Ranpo and you stood close together, not by purpose of course... But as mentioned, people were coming home and it led the train to be filled... And ranpos shoulder to rub up close on your own.

"Do you mind....." You looked at him, a little bit downwards considering his height. "This isnt my fault!" He couldve been practically sticking his tongue out at you and it wouldnt change the scenary one bit....

Once you both managed to get out, you were sweating from the hot sun as you caught up to Ranpo. "I thought you don't know your way around the town??"

He shrugged, "Well its not like I'm an idioottt, its right there. Are you blind?" He points over to the peaking red roofs over buildings and he scoffs, "Idiot."

You and Ranpo continued to walk to the warehouses, almost feeling an eerie feeling crawling up your neck. Your eyes glanced over the red bricks and the cracks in the walls, a bumpy and rough texture.

You looked in front of you to see your coworker standing in front of you a little too close, looking impatient. “Are you gonna do the job or are you gonna just stare off.” His arms were crossed and his words left you confused, “Job? My job was to get you here and back.”

He scoffed and clicked his tongue, turning away from you. “That’s all you're useful for? Yeah you’d love that, wouldn’t you.”

You didn't reward him with an answer, or a look, and he didn’t appreciate that. “Hey.” He called out to you again, silence passed.

All left was a moment where you two stared back at each other, like he contemplated something. “Fine, don’t. Whateverrrr.” You didn’t need to ask to know what he was talking about, you still both walked into an empty and dark warehouse.

Abandoned of people and abandoned of light, you were sure this room could be used for many things. Drug deals, mafia meetings, product deals… Horny couples. Perish the thought, please.

You watched as Ranpo checked the place out, crouching down to a smear of blood that stained the smooth concrete. (A contradiction to the walls.) When you walked to him, lowering yourself to his level, you could feel the floor beneath your fingers.

“It’s cold.” He spoke out your thought for you, you both made note of it and the strangeness. “...But it’s 31 celsius here?” You finished the thought to match his words.

Your fingers grazed the floor beneath you a moment longer than you should have, a moment of grace from the blazing sun you were subjected to the whole day.

You stood up and reached the door where the blood smeared nearest to. “Stop!” Your temporary partner called out to you, your hand froze in place and you noticed a wet feeling on the knob. Your eyes darted quickly to the feeling where your fingers laid. “...More blood.” Your voice was quiet, “God you’re an idiot!” He stood up, walking to you as you took your hand off.

“Why are you complaining… Just figure it out with your ability…” He smiled at your words, his response was nothing short of pettiness and honestly irked you… “Well this is technically the police’s problem and I have no interest in helping them.”

Your gave him a face that could only be described as judgemental and even more confused, “This is our assignment, though. If this is the police’s problem then our assignment is to literally help-” “No interest.” His bratty words cut through yours as he turned away.

He regained an arrogant smile, turning back to you looking catty… “Everyone knows how long it would take me to figure this out anyway, how about you?” He raises his finger at you and you bit your cheek. You're being tested right now, and if you fail you’re automatically inferior to somebody that pisses you off badly.

Well, that’s all obvious anyway. However, not being able to figure it out stands to mean you’re the most inferior! Perish the thought, PLEASE!

You wipe the blood on your pants, you would be questioned later by Kunikida, but you had little time for worrying about it. “Minus a point-uh.” You snapped your neck at him and scoffed, “What?”

“Everytime you do something wrong, you lose a point.” You didn't have time to question his semantics, yet you still diligently opened the door, the anxious feeling returned to you. Your back felt like bugs crawled around it, millions of fingers scratching and digging their fingers in your skin as if to tell you to turn away.

The room was dark, in fact it was practically pitch black if not for the simple dim bulb that hung low from the ceiling. The light was nothing more than a crude and violating white that flickered like an intrusion in your vision.

What laid before you was a large white object, a pale texture related to rubber almost.

The blood that smeared to the door, led in and stopped abruptly next to a white box. Stepping closer to it and Ranpo followed in, he seemed uneasy as much as you did. You noticed as his fingers pinched at his own arms, a nervous tick perhaps.

You looked away the moment his gaze met yours. Your attention returned to the box, it was cold to the touch when you pressed the tips of your fingers against it. “It's a cooler.” You made a note to yourself, “No duh.” Ranpo's voice was boring, unlike his body language.

You opened it up, to reveal the most excruciating stench you’ve ever experienced. Your hand swiftly covered your nose and mouth as your eyes teared up as the shear stench felt like mustard gas to your skin. The smell hit you first, a rotten egg, a hint of sweetness like several rose petals laid on the bloated body of a dead pig.

Next, the feeling got to you, your body formed a regurgitating feeling from the back of your throat, each assault on your nostrils led to consequences to your stomach. You wanted to gag.

Once the shock subsided, you opened your teary eyes and inhaled the stench from a gasp to the sight.

Dark browns, blacks, and yellows.

A brown liquid laid along the floor of the box, almost crawling along the walls. What swam in the middle of it was a dark black sludge, a yellow tip poking out parts of the consistency. Bits of the black drifted along the brown fluid, straying from where it once sat.

Some parts you could see yellow puss, giving a color variety to the darker ones it sat on top of.

A fly strayed right onto the white bits, rubbing it’s hands together.

You quickly stood up, the box in your hands quickly fell and the contents inside spilled out. You snapped your neck behind you as Ranpo stood as shocked as you. He was quiet and you could see how his green eyes laid stuck on the mess in front of you.

“...Okay so… Uh… body parts found mid active decay…” Your throat was dry as you stood, despite your shaky legs. Ranpo quickly recovered with you, glancing away from the mess the dripped along the dirty floor.

His eyes closed once again, to turn his attention elsewhere. You suddenly remembered the pale object you saw on the floor when you first walked in. Approaching it, you see the texture and note how white it was. “It’s an arm.” Ranpo answered for you, “The blood was drained and it was kept in a cold environment.” His voice was the only known audible thing your mind could hear, anything else was not important.

“Right.” You huff and look around the room for more clues, a note was pinned to the wall to the right of you. It read in a blue glittery pen, a childish shock from the gruesome scene before you.

Words wrote in a mocking undertone: “One does the work, the other does the support, One is worth more, and the other, without, you cannot endure. What am I?” A small smiley face was written at the very bottom, the tongue was sticking out of the mouth.

“Please don’t tell me this would confuse you.” Ranpo returned his arrogant and bratty tone, crossing his arms. You felt like it would be an insult, but you really don't know what it could mean besides the reference to the arm… Maybe what the sludge used to be was a hand?

The sound of Ranpos fingers snapping, pulled you out of your head. "Did you listen last meeting?" His finger points at you, an accusing tone to his words. Truth be told, you didn't... Aside from the gore photographs and descriptions.

"Oh, another one of those murders?" Ranpo smiles at your answer, not one of support but mocking. It was clear, he was walking you through with baby steps and it was so unlike him.

He waves his finger at you, "Correct buttttt... Where's the rest of the body... And why are both limbs in seperate stages of decay?" You Were getting bored of his antics. " Why don't you just figure it out?" You snap your neck at him.

"Why don't you just confess instead of acting like an idiot all the time? You're making it look like YOU did it." He walked up close to you, pressing your forehead. He leaned in and whispered, "Did you?"

You push him back and he smirks at your reaction. "I'm joking, idiot." he sighs and stretches his back, "I'm bored. Maybe we should talk." He leans up against the wall, fanning his face with his hand.

"Talk? Theres nothing to talk about." You respond to him, feeling offended and uneasy at his words, "You know what happened here. Seriously, you're pissing me off."

His hand grabs your wrist pulls you back when you try to pull away.

A man is murdered, chopped in multiple ways across his body and left to rot. His leg is left drained of its blood in a frozen enviroment, and left to be cold to sustain its freshness along with half an arm.

Another leg and the matching half of an arm, was places in out of the open. The limb began to rot and leak quickly.

The perpetrator was simply prancing around with limbs to the warehouse, hiding them in boxes while disguised as a worker. They had placed the limbs around, wrote a note simply for the love of the game.

Sounds familiar...

"It was just another distraction to a larger plan." You bit your cheek. Your partner didnt bother to comment, a moment of silence passed before he grabbing your hair and pointing up your Head.

"And, how do you know that?" He's forcing to do say something you wouldnt say in a million years. How many times have you seen things you shouldnt have by a simply graze of contact? It'd be better to never acknowledge it.

He quickly let go of you, his eyes looked hardly green under the dark lighting. Never once did he looked impressed with your face, words, or actions. "You're such an idiot. Pretty ungrateful if you ask me."

The stench from the rot began to get to your head. You felt dizzy from what filled your head, memories from an object and still, you didnt want to tell him what he already knew.

"You arent any better. We both have things we don't wish to talk about-"

"At least I use what I know instead of standing by like an idiot."

"Why do you care???"

His fist slams down against the concrete wall out of frustration before he quickly leaves the dark room.

You watched as he left, a small realization came over you, "... You cant get back without me yknow!" You shout out to him. He didnt stop or turn back to you.

I need to make a part 2 of this maybe... If anyone wants that.

Lwk need smth to post and this is getting too long. Anyway look at my usagi sculpture.

Fyodors genes are strong. Wayyy too strong. The most you see in your little girl is perhaps her nose shape- no it's tall and pointed like Fyodors too.

Did you even come into the equation here??? She was naturally curious and quick to learn since she was born into this world.

Perhaps it was Fyodor's own teaching methods, but your daughter was a quick learner. She began to walk at 10 months, and Fyodor was adament on putting her in a colorful enviroment to make sure her cognitive functions work properly.

He would read to her frequently every night. You'd catch him reading Kafka or Nietzsche.... As well as the literal Bible as a bed time story.

You had told him repeatedly those authors as well as the story of Jesus, weren't suitable stories for a 15 month old girl... Of course, he argues this will keep her mind opened and her thoughts anything but shallow.

A baby doesnt need to know about how fake mankind is with alienation... Nietzsche isn't as bad in your opinion, you simply hope your girl isnt old enough to remember it...

You and your baby both would lay together in your bed, you were exhausted after simmering her tantrums and soothing her gently.

If she was with her father, you don't think he'd even 'indulge' in her cries...

Making sure her small body was tucked safely beneath your arm, her breath was steady as was yours, and you felt your body slowly become warm when you finally get rest after weeks of taking care of your baby, (with Fyodor's help of course...)

Slipping in and out of conciousness, you felt the body of your little girl start to slip out,making you sit up in surprise to stop her from leaving your grasp.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw your husband picking her up, seeming a little caught off guard to see you so panicked. "Don't worry, I was only going to put her in her crib."

He reassured you with a smile as you laid back down with a sigh. "I want her to lay here." You responded with your arm over your face, he nodded in response and laid her between you both as he got next to you.

"Rest, I will watch over you both now."

He spoke softly to you, his hand resting over your daughters body. He stared down at you as you closed your eyes. His gaze burning in your mind as you felt the baby grab your fingers tightly.

You embraced each sensation around you with closed eyes. Her and your husbands breathing, the noise of his humming, the feeling of the fingers wrapped around yours accompanied with the bed creaking beneath you.

All of it filled you with comfort. You Held your breath when feeling Fyodor move in and kiss your forehead. His lips lingered for a moment before pulling away. "I missed you."

You hummed in response, acknowledging his statement yet still succumbing to slumber. "You're a wonderful parent. Nobody more suitable than you, my love."

You took in his words to heart, yet still did not respond to him. It made no matter to him, he knew you Were exhausted and to be frank, so was he.

He settled in closer next to you. Draping a blanket over you over and tucking the sides underneath you, on the off hand chance the baby rolls under and suffocates... Somehow.

Infants are absolutely geniuses at dying. He doesnt need centuries of experience to figure that out.

Whenever she grows up, she looks like a young girly photocopy of him... A same arrogant smile she carries too....

Your husband taught her how to play chess and personally made her study throughout her classes. Any knowledge he gained, she'd know.

You found his methods to be lacking as he got annoyed quite often with any insufficiency... Thus leading her to come to you when she's pouting and upset...

She'll call him father, as he taught her too. How funny seeing a man make a baby learn FATHER as her first word, (an absolutely horrible word for an infant to sound out)

Fyodor would never let his little girl know of his occupation. He tells you theres no need to let that girl worry over her own safety in this house.

Watching them bond together put a smile on your face, they'd argue over chess, she's get annoyed at him and he'd ignore her.

Sometimes you'd get dragged in as the middle man by your daughter and Fyodor would frown at her words, exclaiming you would agree with her.

Fyodor would keep a close eye on the safety of his daughter,. Making sure no harm comes to his family in the small case a threat pops up.

Even still, when he was a teenager he'd stare and now your daughter does it too. Walking through the halls at night isnt fun.

Let's get this straight, if Nikolai is willing to do the most on the average day, he's willing to do more than that in bed.

I can imagine him being both masochistic and sadistic, BOTH being during top and bottom. What ever you're into, he's open... With a few exceptions.

His standards are so low and diabolical, if you prefer he'll bind his thighs together and keep his biceps bound to his chest wrapped by red ribbons.

Or maybe, if you asked he could keep you down and restrain any of your limbs, keeping you from twitching around. He's happy to lick you from your thighs to your neck, digging his own teeth into your skin as hard as you want.

However, he isnt upset with going soft with you. He'd keep your legs open, allowing them to shake and tremble when he gently drags his cock in and out of you repeatedly... Though he might make you watch the movement to keep himself entertained at your expense.

His libido is high to match his stamina... As well as the concern related to his interests. One day he'd come home, covered in blood just to rub against you, (staining your own clothes), he would giggle when bending you down with strength and rut his dick along your thigh.

Speaking of his dick, it's certainly big to go with his body. A large 7.3 inches (You know the because you found a marked ruler in the bathroom drawer.) A pink tip, curtains match the drapes, his balls are... Bigger than average. Heavy.

Your hole lowkey hurts after any night with him.

Its been a few hours since your boyfriend came back to your apartment. He promised he'd be some time but you still became a little impatient waiting for his return. You decided to make some tea in case.

You filled up the kettle with water, placing it on the stove as your turn the nob, fire lighting up beneath the kettle. You yawned, it was getting to be a little late until you heard a voice behind you, "I can't believe how bored you areee." A familiar voice to match the arms wrapping around your waist.

You smile instinctively,looking down before you jump at the shocking sight. His clothes were stained red, blotches of dark and bright ruined the pure white the fabric once had... You swore you could see gunks of brains underneath his fingernails. "Nikolai, go clean up what did I tell you?-"

Before you could nag more he groaned next to your ear, wiping his bloody hand up your chest to your neck, giving it a small squeeze. "I'm so boredd." He began to giggle, a wide grin on his face as you felt him rut his bulge against you.

"I can't wait... Ughhhh." He whined with a pout like he was being childish, before pushing you back against the counter. "Can I?? I'm so pent upppuh." You bit your cheek, a little annoyed and worried. Was he hard from the blood he spilt??

"I'm gonna get a disease from you!" You raised your voice at him, He pressed his larger chest against your back and grinned when Biting your neck. "I can only hope." He responded, having no care for your worries about the blood. "Fine, may you at least move-"

He unzipped his pants quickly, shoving them down to pile up on the kitchen tiles, and press your upper half onto the counter. You feel the tip of his dick press between your thighs, his large hand forces them apart.

His hand pumps his own cock, rubbing blood along it. "I can't stop. I can't wait to have your insides all around me." His voice was giggling as he rubbed his cheek against the nape of your neck. You can't tell if he meant literally in a different way.

His hands made quick work of your clothes, his hands squeezing and grabbing at your body repeatedly. "I wont let you go anymoreeee... You can never leave. You're caged to me." He breathes against your back,lifting your shirt up to your neck, exposing the spine.

He shoved down your pants, rubbing his blood-lubed dick up and down against your hole. Pressing it in slowly as you threw your Head down, it hurt from the sheer girth. He breathes heavily, mouthing out curses, he was being Louder than you.

He slammed into you for once, your nails digging into the counter edge, "stupidly tight-" He groans before giggling. "ahh.. Aha. Loosen up dammit. " He slaps your ass harshly, leaving a large sting.

You try your best to relax, the walls surronding him began to feel pleasuring. His cock quickly making work of any nerves inside you, fucking you against the hard wood and marble. Your chest pressed against the cold tiles, chilling you deeply.

"It's warm inside you. Do you feel it? Tell me." He sneered, grabbing your hair and pulling your Head up. "Do you feel like you wanna cry?"

He laughed at your body shaking beneath him, you felt the foreign blood dripping down your thighs. His hips slammed into yours quickly, "Nikolai- I cant handle it!" He groaned at your words.

"Don't be so silly, of course you can." he kissed your neck and quickly bit down. His larger stature pressed you down, keeping you from moving or trembling. He panted in your ear, before licking along the helix.

He pressed his fingers in your mouth, you bit down making him wince in pain, as he moaned in pleasure and earning you a harsh thrust.

His kinks range widely, he's very explorative in the sense... He could be into blood, primal play, as well as cock and ball torture... A masochistic and Sadistic man.

He loves it when you press your foot into the connection of his balls and dick, it makes him twitch so well. He'll grab your calf and cling to it, maybe even beg you to step harder.

If you're so into it, he'll begin to piss the second you focus pressure of your foot into his bladder. Insulting you, claiming you're as disgusting as he is for enjoying this. "You're absolutely horrible.. You enjoy this? I might cry!" the warmth of the fluid spread to your foot, the harder you pressed he more he bit his lip as he threw his head back.

He'll be into chasing you down in a forest at night by roleplay. Playing a game of hide and seek and when he finds you, you'll be nothing but helpless to take whatever he gives you.

You stood in a dark forest, your boyfriend already stood at the opening tree line where he gave you a headstart to hide from him. He had given you a small suggestion one night, a fun game at night.

He didnt spare the details in what he imagined... He fantasies of you running from him, feigning fear, and he'd tackle you down, making you take him in full. You agreed after thinking it over and discussing what to do in case you needed it to stop. He, of course, took these conditions happily.

You ran past trees, almost tripping on large tree roots. Your clothes hardly helped either in the cold breeze, you wore shorts and a loose top with some study shoes, (You knew better than to run in the wilderness in the case you stepped on something you shouldnt have.)

Shivering, you hear his loud voice counting down, it would be terrible if some family hikers heard this...

"THREEEE!"

His voice almost struck fear in your heart, and almost exileration. You knew how fast he ran, how quick he was, and how sharp his hearing is.

You ran up to a large tree, leaning on it to catch your breath. You were maybe 100 meters away from the starting point but you could still feel something dangerous roaming around, along with his distant voice.

"TWOOOOOUHH."

it was far but still clear, you swallowed quickly, your feet moving fast to run away farther from him. You moved quick to hide into a rock overhanging, it wasn't complete coverage but it had still given you a slither of safety.

You had rested your back against the hard surface, your chest moved as you took in oxygen as much as you could.

"ONNNE"

You felt yourself relax as he finished off the last number, you were certain you ran far enough to buy yourself some time.

You heard nothing more besides the howl of the wind as well as the leaves running along the grass. It was pitch black, hardly enough to see.

Your anxiety levels rised, worrying what else could be trying to find you behind every tree you saw.

You Were snapped out of your thoughts the moment you heard the moving of a stick, you head whipped to the side to see... A large white bird.

"Shoo shoo..." you mumbled as it quickly flew away, calming your heart down. You heard another noise behind you, assuming it was another bird you sighed and turned around, "Good lord-"

Your eyes widened the moment you saw what stood infront of you, the man hunting you with a wide eyed look and a smile. His gaze was unsettling, neither of you moved even an inch.

Staring off to eachother and his smile grew excited, you could tell he was getting ready to pounce. You stepped back and he mimicked to follow.

You quickly ran off, and he followed suit. You pushed yourself to move quickly, your muscles began to ache and you could hear him laugh behind you.

You didnt need to check to know he was gaining in on you. You were getting scared by the sheer adrenaline. You heard the footsteps behind you grow quicker and quicker and all you could see were the trees rushing past you.

You decided to take a quick look behind you, a regretful choice as you quickly trip on your own feet.

You scrap your knees and you reach out to catch yourself. You felt yourself hit the ground, quickly turning around to see him panting, for a moment you could see a sliver of worry.

Until he regained his wicked smile. He stepped closer and closer, leaning down and crawling over you, "I found you."

He leaned down and kissed your neck, you squeezed his arm, giving him reassurance to continue. He quickly made work of your clothes, raising you up to tug off your pants.

He suddenly ripped your underwear off, making you yelp in shock, "Shush."

He grabbed you, pressing his dick into your mouth. His fingers tightly grabbed your hair and forced his tip to press against to the back of your throat.

He continued to force your throat into a makeshit fleshlight. You tried to push his thighs away, as he grabbed your wrists tightly. He groaned, you couldnt breathe. "Ugh... Fuckk... You feel so good, I'm gonna fuck your body like it should be, you'd like that wouldn't you?." Tears welled up in your eyes from the lack of oxygen, you quickly tapped his thigh and he let go of your head.

He smiled and pressed your nose into his balls, rubbing your face into him. The musk was heavy, still almost shamefully pleasurable. His cock twitching against your forehead. It smelled rather masculine, like sweat and... Pancake batter?

"Lick it up." His voice was heavy, and demanding. Your tongue licked up along each testicle and licking up the veiny balls. He groaned at the feeling.

"I'm gonna breed you so much. Stuff you full of my babies no matter what..."

He grabbed your body and and flipped you around on your stomach. His body bent you in half, manhandling you with some harshness. Your ass stuck in the air and your body trembling from the cold.

His cock pressed against you teasingly. Pressing inside of you, he swiftly begins to fuck into you, raising your leg to reach deeper in.

His hips moved quicker, your hands grabbed at the dirt beneath you and you began to cry at the overstimulation, his balls slapped on your thighs and your heart raced at the thought of somebody finding you like this.

Each shock of pleasure reached through your entire body, your spit dripped past your lips as you moaned, his influence rendering you useless as you took what he gave you, just as he liked it.

"Fuck! You Like that?? You like the idea of some stranger seeing your dumb face and getting fucked in the dirt?? Say it." He snarled at you as you cried from every sensation around you, "I wanna get caught. I wanna get caught- ah.. Being fucked."

He laughed at your voice, earning your ass another slap. His hips stuttered the moment you tensed up around him, "Fuck, squeeze it so good- what a slut." he was practically drooling himself, before he shoved you down against the soil and filled you insides with his own hot cum.

He quickly dressed you and brought you home, (via teleportation), took a shower with you and went to bed after feeding you.

I can see him being into the FANTASY of becoming a cuck. He'd simply ramble on about it to you during sex or in a voice mail while he jerks off. This is just a small HC though since I think maybe he'd get genuinely upset at you cheating even if its for him. He'll stab the other person if you do.

However even so, he'll still talk about how he wants to see you getting impaled on a dick in front of him, morning a name that isnt his own as he sits and watches while jerking himself off.

Now. I need you to listen to me. He will piss on you.

This is a threat and a promise, he will piss on you.

Of course all of this is followed by - If you're into that! And if you are, he's going to force your head up, and piss down your chin, spreading warm urine down your body.

In bed or in the bathroom. Of course this is promptly cleaned up but he gets this shocking euphoric feeling when he finally releases on you.

Sometimes he'll do it when youre stepping on him too, if you command him to piss on himself for simple humiliation, he happily will.

If you wanna peg him, don't listen to him when he quickly points to the MONSTEROUS 10 inch tentacle shaped dildo. Ease him into it no matter what he says, it's not as if he's a total virgin but he's still vulnerable no matter how he acts.

His hair would be down, all laid across his back as he laid on his stomach naked for you.

You held a 5 inch thinner dildo, lubed up properly even to the base. (Of course he complained at the choice, saying you were boring.) However, when you pressed it inside of him, he quickly hid his face in his arms.

You rubbed his back gently as you fucked him slow, your wrist working diligently to keep him as ease.

You know he didnt care for the notion, but he be done the same for you as well.

After a while, you Were pumping at his cock, fucking his ass with the dildo with your other hand, he was moaning into the pillow when he squirted cum into the sheets below.

Any soft sex isnt as rare as you might think, whenever he's quite emotional, he's always coming into bed next to you, whispering things into your ear, sometimes just nonsense sad rambling, other times utter silence.

When you let him relieve stress out, he's always kissing you and hugging you close, his movements are slow pleasurable. His voice is low and soft, and one time he ended up crying in your arms after it.

He assures you he loves you after every session, his aftercare is actually quite amazing and he dotes on you a bunch when he's making you tea to relax your muscles.

I feel like I took to long making this and also too little time went into making it... I cant tell.

But at least I had fun discussing it with my friends💔

Tags: Self harm, cutting, fluff, hurt/comfort, self harm care, heavy topics, explicit wording(???)

A/N: this is based off my own experiences, if this upsets you, please click off.

Maybe a bit corny

All you could feel on you was warmth. On your arms dripping down to your legs.

Your limbs trembled, somehow despite the warmth.

All you could do was sit on the floor, your blood starting to solidify around every slit on your limbs, then to harden and crust. The blood dripping onto the floor of your shared bedroom.

It was all over you, you didn't know what to do. You went too far this time and you couldn't think.

You could see white in there, clear as day and it terrified you.

What have you done now?

You can't clean all of these, it'd be too painful. You couldn't go to anyone, you could only imagine the dissapointed look in their eyes when they see what you promised to stop.

When they see that you failed them again.

What if your lover saw? What would he say?

His look would be so much worse, he wouldnt be just dissapointed in you, he'd be dissapointed in himself for choosing someone so unstable.

He'd leave you in the end.

You snapped out of your thoughts once the feeling of your arm twitching, like it's crying in it's own way.

You don't exactly remember where you put the gauze... You don't think you can get up anyway right now.

Grabbing a piece of fabric used to tie your robe together, you tie it down on the worst gash on your arm, using your teeth to pull one side of the knot and your left hand for the other.

The pain hurt so much worse, feeling the soft fur, rub, press, and tighten against your dermis stung so bad you wondered if it'd get infected.

You put your hand on the edge of the end table, hoisting yourself up as your leg wobbled and stung, making you put all your balance to the other leg.

You dreaded the sound of Fyodor coming home, how could you tell him you just couldn't help yourself?

The temptation of it, the beautiful relief once all your pent up feelings are out of you and on your physical body.

Something you'd regret later, but feels as addictive as drugs to a man in recovery. You start to miss him, now you just want to cry to him.

Tell him you're so scared, tell him you can't figure out what to do. Maybe if you convince him, he'd stay with you and take care of you a bit.

A few days where you have a break.



Limping over slowly to the connected bathroom as you halfway stay close to the wall, you grab toilet paper just to walk but to where you sat earlier.

Getting back down on your knees, you diligently wipe the blood off the dark hardwood floors and toss the paper in the trash.

Once you were able to sit back down, you had realize most bleeding has stopped,but the tie around your arm has became increasingly painful. Pain is the least of your worried when you hear a jingle of keys to the opening door.

"My love, are you in here?" He raised his voice from behind the door just a tad. You quickly threw on baggy pants and a loose long sleeved jacket.

You hurried into bed, slipping underneath the covers and closed your eyes.

You heard the footsteps of boots and you practically held your breath when you could hear him stop when he passed the trash can.

He walked closer to you, leaning over and whispering.

"Take off your jacket."

Your breathing stilled quickly. You didnt dare move or listen to his words, pretending to be either dead or asleep and you couldn't decide which you wanted more right now.

A hand was placed on your head. You felt the space beside you press down and arms wrap around you from behind.

"I know you're awake." He hugged you a little closer, it was so strange to feel him give you love physically for once.

His fingers wrapped around your hand and he squeezed a little. "I wont be angry."

Of course he already knows, you wonder how many places you left blood without notice. That and your arm hurts so bad.

When you didnt respond he buried his face in your neck. "... If you wish, I will make you tea."

Both of you laid together and you shook your Head slowly. He seemed to relax at your response. "Do you wish to tell me what happened?"

You shake your head again, before opening your eyes to attempt to look at him.

He gently grasps the wrist of your arm, "You're bleeding through. Did you not clean up?"

To admit you didnt would be seen as inconsiderate and stupid to him, in your Head. "Get up, I'll help you."

You didnt fight him, all you wanted to do was rest as you Were so emotionally exhausted. He thought about helping you walk but wondered if your arms were too mutilated to hang onto someone without putting stress on yourself.

He hoisted you up, diligently. A little struggle in his arms as his body couldn't exactly handle a lot of weight.

You wrapped your arms around him and closed your eyes, feeling his body cradle you when you're so tired.

Your blood soaked sleeve rubbed on his neck, pressing some of your own blood on his skin.

He brought you to the bathroom and set you down on the counter.

"Take off your jacket and pants." His voice was made sure to be gentle, not demanding or tired as usual.

You carefully took off your clothing, making sure the fabric doesnt run across the sensitive wounds.

He bit his cheek when he saw your arm, "... What is this?" He raised your forearm up to look at the once-white, now red soaked fur strip.

You winced at his tone a little, "You couldn't possible think this was adequate for a cut this deep..."

Your chest felt heavy and your throat swelled, "No. I just wanted to stop the bleeding." To admit you even did it in the first place, was too much for your heart to handle.

You choked up tears, Fyodor stared at you... But he wasnt judging. "I know." You bit your lip to keep any more emotions from coming out as he let you rest your head on his shoulder.

He didnt say much as your tears wet his shirt and he closed his eyes as he kissed your head.

When you calmed down, he untied your knot, slipping off the protection the gash had, making it begin to bleed again.

You sucked in a breath of air. "... Can you get in the shower for me?"

You shook your head quickly, all That meant to you was pain.

"... You need to clean this." Eventually he'd get irritated at your stubborness.

"Okay. I'm sorry." You grab his hand and he sighs, "We can wash it in the sink.

You nod in response as you get down from the counter, leaning on it a bit and hold your arm under the sink as Fyodor turns it on warm and slowly wipes away the dried blood.

"It'll go away soon. You're okay." You bite your cheek as you feel the water run over your skin and wounds.

After a while of cleaning you up, you could feel your skin crawl as you see how deep the cut was, now the water has cleared the blood you could see your dermis again.

He grabs a small ointment from the drawer, applying it around the edges of the cut. His wasnt entirely phased by the view, but he was upset of who the view came from.

"You might need stitches if this doesnt heal right." he crouches down, taking out a first Aid kit from the cabinet below and opens it to reveal a rolled up bandage and some gauze.

"Talk to me." He spoke to you, without looking at your eyes while he applied the gauze over the cut, pressing the adhesive edges down onto your skin.

You were silent for a bit, wondering if you should mention it but you were sure you didnt want to. "...Im sorry." He sighed at your apology.

Wrapping your arm in bandages... He came to the realization of something, this looked too familiar.

He wrapped your other arm tightly in annoyance, getting on his knees to work on bandaging up your calves. "Fyodor I can do that for myself..."

He rested his head on your knee once he finished. "I know."

He didnt acknowledge your words a second time before he helped you off the counter. He pulled you into his embrace and you closed your eyes.

"You come to me next time. This is not up for debate." He didnt seem happy when he spoke, annoyance still left on his words but you doubted he was annoyed at you.

He brings you into bed, you lay on the other side this time, it felt colder and more comforting. He laid right next to you, pulling you into him for once instead of his head resting on your chest.

After a moment of silence he decided to speak, "The fibers of the bandage may stick to your Flesh, if this happens wait for me to come home or come get me, okay?"

You nod once again before he kisses your head, "I love you." He finishes off as his thumb rubs your back, his hold around you almost tight as your chest rises in sync with his and relaxes at the same time when you both fall asleep.

Nikolai as a lover, If I had to imagine it'd certainly be... Eccentric.

Nikolai as a person is already eccentric himself, I'm sure we all know his personal philosophy and the existential nihilism...

So I believe being his partner would mean two things.

1: He cares about you and treats you as such, sparing you from any chaotic tendensies and beliefs. Maybe he would pretend to you that hes a completely normal civilian and NOT a country known terrorist who skinned a man alive. boring

2: He terrorizes YOU. So you better like it!

This means he'll harrass you, annoy you, bully you, and laugh at you. Does he love you? Of course.

Though, I cant help but see a part of him that tries to reject that fact. He'll insist he's never said such a thing, EVER. At the same time he never leaves your side, this means you learn to believe his actions more than his words.

You've gotten his bird talk more than plenty now. In a way anyone can relate to him, nobody wants to feel caged to something they cannot do anything about, it's human nature.

You worry for him sometimes, as his words sound closer and closer of desperation to feel something. It sounds a little more like something different.

However, in general aspects of your relationship it's...actually pretty normal.

You gift him things sometimes: a new braid accessory, Dove related hair clips, maybe even some clown makeup just to put it on him for fun.

Speaking of....he likes skin care. Now maybe not a complete ROUTINE... That might feel too boring. But he likes to be clean, after all any dirt would ruin his long white hair.

He has facemasks, cleansers, several moisturizers, and multiple sugar scrubs. Maybe he'll even put some on you too! (No you don't have a choice.)

His skincare would be nothing compared to what he does for his hair. I can see his hair being maybe a 2A or 1C naturally. He'd run conditioner through the ends of his hair, washing it out with cold water and scrubbing in unscented hair oils.

Sometimes he'd do the same for you at night. He'd scratch the dirt out of your scalp before rubbing in shampoo directly into the roots of your hair, washing it out with water as he tilted your Head back.... Before pouring all the water into your eyes.

You quickly sit back up, the water dripping down your face and the force of your action cause water to swiftly flick onto his pants as he laughed at your face, "Are you serious." You rubbed your eyes dry as he continued to laugh his ass off.

He doesnt do this all the time, when he's tired he's actually quite sweet with you. He'll rub your scalp gently, his nails digging into your head in a nice way as you closed your eyes and he continued to rest his head against your neck.

He doesn't prefer to say much when he's like this with you. Both naked and vulnerable... But your back is pressed against his chest and holding you against him. He's long forgotten about the soap in your hair and all thats left to be heard is the droplets dripping from both of your bodies.

Speaking of bodies... He's certainly built.

He's strong. There is zero doubt to that and theres zero doubt he'd use it to his advantage when 'teasing' you.

He'll pick you up just to throw you onto somewhere soft like a bed or couch. When laying on you his body covered you entirely... Like a fat ass cat trying to perch on a fence.

If you're into muscular men, more power to you when in the mornings, his biceps straining the stitches of his worn shirt and the lower abs of his abdomen showing through when he stretches as his shirt pulls up. If you stare at him too long when he's making his morning tea then he'll just stare back at you. Like a little freak.

He's a man of many talents, many talents.....

A popular known one, is sewing...

You've heard it plenty of times in the paper,

"OFFICAL FOUND SKINNED WITH FLESH MADE SUIT"

When asking him about it, he'd flap his hands and talk about how popular his work is, show you pictures while pointing out particular parts of the flesh and explain his experience putting the 'piece of work' together.

When you Were out shopping for some groceries to bring home, possibly something for dinner as well as Nikolais favorite brand of tea... You spotted the stacked newspapers held up by the register as you Inspected it.

Your heart dropped a little, your lovers projects were announced to the public once again and once again you worried if he had been captured or imprisioned.

Is it likely? Well, no... But it's better safe than sorry. You grabbed the paper and paid for it as well as your groceries and went home quickly to find Nikolai upside down on the couch, braiding his hair under his chin....

"Whats this?" you hold the paper to his face as he squinted his eyes and blinked, "Huhhhh?"

He bit one side of his cheek and turned over on his stomach in an uncomfortable position. Taking the paper from your Hands, his fingers bumping yours a little as he grasps it and examines it more closely, practically putting it close to his face.

He gasped with a smile and looked up at you, reaching into his overcoat that layed across the couch next to him, he pulled out a few photographs, throwing them onto the coffee table and you looked down at them.

"Some of my best work, dare I say!" He gloats about himself as you pick up a single photo and see the various reds and whites of a man skin and yet dressed fairly formally with his own skin.

You quickly looked away and groaned, you weren't scared but you were desensitized to gore just because of your dear.. Lover.

Pulling the photo away from you, he points at the flesh made tie, "This used to be his thigh, but now it has a more useful purpose. They should thank me!" You roll the paper up and hit his head as he gasped with his usual theatrics. "Be more careful."

Of course he's good at sewing flesh, but for its easier purpose... He's not so good. Ironically he finds sewing flesh together much more swimmingly than normal fabric.

You have seen him groan in frustration as he struggles to properly sew together a cheap cotton fabric to even expensive velvet.

You have tried to give him certain clothes instructions that carried what stitching you should use to the proper measurements. However, he INSISTS he doesnt need something meant for BABIES, he was a master at sewing! It's the fabrics fault!

He doesn't know fabric only stretchings in a certain direction... And skin stretches all ways!

His eyes have issues...

He struggles with depth perception... His vision is already impaired due to the eye coverage from the card, as well as a lazy eye. This would impair his ability to see how far away things are, turning your neck so your vision is centered, and also having trouble keeping balance. Bonus that his scar damaged his eye as well, causing a perminant blindspot.

When living together you find that he bumps into things a LOT, and it doesn't seem to be on purpose. Sometimes accidentally drop his mug as it's barely halfway on the counter and it shatters on the floor when it falls off.

"Nikolai!" You'd yell at him, imagining he did it to be a dick to you but he raises his hands in defense, "It was by ACCIDENTTUHHH."

His movements outside of the house are made carefully, he makes sure to be slow with his movements most of the time if he isnt sure about what he is doing.

However at home... Sometimes he trips you over, bumps into you, knocks your hand over, pushes you, tries to open the door for you and ends up... Caressing the door or doing a pawing motion....

He pulls you close to him as his hand Lands on your back, you smile back at him when he leads you to a door, his hand reaches to the handle and his knuckles simply rub against the hard wood as you let out an amused scoff. He grabs the handle properly with a tight grip and opems it for you as he glares.

He typically carries around a hankerchief in his breast pocket, for more dramatic motions and improve his theatrics.

Whenever you yell at him when he pisses you off he takes out his hankerchief, dabs his eyes and fakes a hic. "Oh my love, you wound me so!"

You noticed sometimes his hankerchief carried a detailed embrioded design, taking the piece of fabrif from him, you see... Himself with a sad jester mask waving a piece of cloth as one does when saying goodbye, with a mix of flowers and birds around the sides and edges.

You squint your eyes in disbelief as he shrugs.

If you care, He would probably harrass you with his newest projects and dote over the physiology of it and proper medical names, explaining chemical reactions of the time he poured acid over the vice Commander of the coast guard..

"So FIRST. I mixed hydrogen peroxide AND vinegar together." He drew both bottles on a white board as you sat in front of him watching him explain his plans. "This makes something called peractic acid, BUT. THIS CANT HAPPEN WITH A NORMAL HOUSE HOLD PEROXIDE. I GOT A HIGHLY CONCENTRATED ONE... TO I MIXED TOGETHER WITH THE VINEGAR."

You watched as he crossed out the quickly drawn peroxide bottle, then an arrow pointing to a galloon jug shaped like a regular bleach jug.

"This creates a combination that COULD be used for disinfection but BECAUSE mine is 27% more concentrated it created an ACID THAT IS HIGHLY CORROSIVE." He slaps his hand onto the white board staring at you with wide eyes as he has his other hand raised like he was communicating with gestures.

Circling the photograph of the man with sizzling melted skin, and an arrow pointing to a chemical formula. You applaud for him as he waves his hand humbly.

note: this particular combination wouldn't be enough to actually corrode flesh, please don't use it for disinfection either... It will infect it. Look up reactions before mixing cleaning Products.

Sometimes he'd show you a freshly amputated limb and point at a moving muscle in it moving around like a lizards tail....

If he was ever actually mad at you... He'd probably do the most to just inconvience you. This would go with using his vision as an excuse, purposefully doing to the most to bump into you with his larger stature.

If you asked him to something he'd laugh in your face... But in arguments he'd make as much fun out of you as possible.

You crossed your arms as he laughed at your face when you told him to respect you some more. "Don't you laugh in my face! Why cant you do something so simple?!"

"You are hardly anything to take serious, my dearest!" He grinned, but you could tell he was getting irritated.

After you left the room away from him, a few hours later he came to you with his hair down, his eyepatch forgotten and his clothes were more comfortable than his average attire.

He didnt say anything when he wrapped his arms around your neck and rested once he did. His body was warm and pressed against yours. You weren't going to make him apologize... This time at least.

Bonus:

You walked into the apartment, kicking off your shoes as you fantasized about sleeping on your shared bed until you saw your lover... Sitting at a round table in the living room, adorned with a pink frilled cloth, to which cakes sat on top along with cookies, cupcakes, macarons and tea cups.

Nikolai sat at a chair,sipping tea. Across him was a matching chair, a large stuff clown doll sat atop of it with a teacup in front of it.

You just wanted to go to bed...

Lightning round??? :

- he has dreckles on his back

- He's tried to kill you once

- He tried to make a matching outfit for you

- prefers green tea

- prefers savory over sweet (still eats more sweet than savory

- put up a bird feeder and watched it constantly

Thank you to one of my bsfs for helping me out with their. Beautifulllll ideas please follow their twt @riakonnikolai!!!

The vision hc is from a thread made by @dostoy_ on twt from canon and their own hc, very good thread, link on user. I'll try to explain it myself but theyre more in DEPTH... haha.....

Hope you enjoyed this, I'll probably write up a nsfw hc post later as well if anyone would like that.

Reblogs and likes appreciated 🩷

Arguments with Fyodor are torture. He loves you. Really, he does.

But something about him when he's fighting with you feels like he does his best to hurt you and put you in your place.

A man who has lived so long has seen the best and worst in people, he has seen the most disgusting parts of humanity and the kindest ones to walk this earth.

That type of knowledge builds up an arrogance...

So when he sees you acting like a overbearing parent, he can't help but get annoyed and share why his choices are not to be questioned.

After all, he knows more than you, what could you know that he doesnt??

You laid in bed, your cold blanket sat on top of your body but only yours alone. You looked over to the side of you, to run your arms along the empty space beside you.

An indented pillow besides yours reminding you of your missing boyfriend....

Last night, you had already yelled at him to get his ass in bed and stay. (Convincing him to make him some sweets in the morning and midnight tea in the process.)

Typically he would go to bed with you with no hesitation... But something of a deadline came up.

Such as a time limit narrowing in on him and having to act fast...

No matter, you need him as much as his job does. Selfish as that statement might be, you walk your way to a side room in the basement you both already practically lived in.

You knock on the door, three times for acknowledgment, and turn the knob to the tall wooden door.

"Fyodor." Your voice echoed out through the room, the rest filled it with the hums of Computers and... Possibly some rats in the walls.

You step over the wiring, making your way to him and taking off his hat, scratching his scalp.

He sighs, his body relaxing for a moment, just a small moment until he sits back up, moving your hand away. "I apologize, not tonight."

You accept his statement,taking your hand away. "That's not what I'm here for." You whispered as to not to disturb the peacefulness that was already present before you came.

He signed, closed his eyes and brought his hand up to his mouth to bite on the scabbed skin. "I'm aware what you want. I cannot come to bed tonight."

A sigh escapes you, "You cant be awake so Long.... Can I make you some tea?"

He groans. ... Hes annoyed by you. You feel a tiny pinch in your chest but Fyodor getting upset from you caring about him when he was letting himself wither away... Wasnt new.

You crossed your arms, his annoyance contaminating you. "I'm tired of constantly babysitting you Fyodor."

The word you used felt nothing more than insulting to him. His eyes widened, surprised you'd speak to him in such a way as slowly... He'd turn his head to you.

"I wasn't aware you were being made to." He cracked a small smile (begrudingly), pettiness filling his expression.

"Oh yes well, having my boyfriend disregard his own well being becomes MY responsibility when he doesnt do it himself." You spat out, he hummed in response.

"My love, you worry far too much. Now head back to bed and Ill get there when I'm done." He turns back around, dismissing with the wave of his hand. His sweet toned voice filled you with even more annoyance.

"Youll be done when you're dead at this rate." Crossing your arms as you rolled your eyes, but your statement made him chuckle at the Irony, "Naturally."

You didnt have an answer, being with a man who will come back over and over no matter how much he dies meant he could do this with no question asked... As well as knowing he literally won't stop until he's dead.

Your hand rested on his shoulder as his smile went away... You noticed quickly. "Fyodor, I will drag you out of this office and it's not like it'll be hard."

Bringing notice to his build is... A punch to the gut to say the least. You weren't exactly the strongest but you weren't weak.

He side eye'd you, moving your hand away. "You're sad." He regained his smile, that did it for you.

You grabbed his waist and hoisted him up over your shoulder, he wasn't weightless but his height accounted for it. The position was humiliating for him, his hands were pushing off your back to keep himself up, "Put me down!"

He tried not to raise his voice too much, he wouldn't dare kick his legs as you walked out of his dusty ass office. He hit his head on the door, making you smile, "Watch your head."

He grumbled when you both got to your shared bedroom, laying him down.

"You're rather insistent." He glared at you as you looked down at him. "You're being a dick, Fyodor."

He laughed at that, feeling rather violent and you could see it in him, "My plan is so much greater than whatever this is, and you wish to stop that??"

"Your plan means jack-shit when you cant even think properly." He rolled his eyes at that.

You both stared at each other, waiting for one or the other to do something or say something as he seemed too upset to actually accept going to bed with you.

Signing, you pull him into your embrace, you ran your fingers through his hair. "Fyodor..." you mumbled to him, he didnt say much but his head nodded and relaxed.

"Apologize right now."

Your fingers tightened a little bit on his hair, not enough to hurt but enough to signify you Were upset.

He was a stubborn man, humble in matters where he needed to be... But it's not like you havent seen the worst of him, this wasn't that bad... But he still hurt you.

"... I'm sorry, my love." He glanced away, his voice a little lighter than from before. "I apologize for acting that way to you."

You hummed and ran your fingers up and down his back, your hand stopping to massage out any tense muscles as he went limp in your embrace.

Stopping for a moment to undress a little and lay in bed as the dark surronded you both, pulling him into your embrace as you ran your fingers through his hair.

"Let me make you tea instead... In the morning." He whispered as his longer fingers ran up and down your spine.

"Thank you, Fyodor." once you responded he looked up and kissed you for a small second.

He rested his head back on you before you both fell asleep as the sound of crickets hums fade out of your Head and Fyodors hold becomes warmer.

that "HUUUUHHHH LEMME WRITE THIS DOWN" sound is stuck in my head