Welcome to day seven? I think? we're saying seven, and I'll fix it if it's wrong, and today I present to you Fyodor with a Breeding kink! This one is very short my power is on and off and I need to conserve battery
WARNINGS: Breeding, pregnancy talk, AMAB Fyodor, Gn reader, Fyodor...
Fyodor has a breeding kink. Before, it had been to breed and impregnate his lover now... he's been blessed to be on the receiving end, and he has very little desire to go back. His legs are pushed up to his chest spread nice and wide his back and rear are propped up on a pillow something akin to a "mating press" a term he had not heard before entering his relationship with you.
Your cock hit so deep in him he had never had the desire to have a womb before now but God did he want your children to feel that kind of fullness wold be bliss. He wanted you to cum so deep inside him that even though he physically didn't have the parts for it you'd still some how get him pregnant. God he wanted to spend his days as Breeding stock for you. Living his life to be fucked again and again.
He really had no desire for anything else. When his mind is clear and he can think again fyodor will criticize himself for these thoughts but as it stands with his mind hazy and his body so taunt from pleasure that it's painful he doesn't care.
you should write me some uhm some uhm uhm ( i didnt really prep a character for this sos ) some more fyodor because uhm
i like fyodor
and crushing an anemic man would really help rn so uhm
whenever is okay !!
-🦅
Hey, man, just take care of yourself, alr? I hope things gets better for you.
As for the fic ask, someone helped you out on that, look:
I am genuinely so sorry for how long this took, I think it's been almost a year now. I'm sorry to everyone who has been waiting. I hope y'all enjoy this one just as much as you've loved my previous works, even though it's been a while since I wrote anything.
Also, I have an announcement to make, read it here. This piece is my last.
Contents: Edging+Overstim with Fyodor, established relationship, Fyodor being a tease and then regretting it later.
Fyodor was waiting for you. It was the end of the day already, the sun had slipped past the horizon a while ago, leaving stars to shine it's wake, the moon not quite full yet.
Dinner had been nice and full, and now that it was time to head to bed, Fyodor wanted you.
When you returned from the kitchen, done with the dishes and ready to sleep, you found him lying on his stomach on your shared bed, wearing only one of your shirts. It was big on him, the round collar exposing a considerable amount of his pale shoulders. The hem of it reached just beneath the curve of his hip, showing off just enough to leave you wanting more of him at a single glance.
He knew what it would do to you, wanted it. So when he heard the door fall shut behind you, he turned to glance at you, his gaze sultry.
You smirked.
When you slipped into the bed next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist, he didn't stop you. Neither did he do so when he felt your hand wander downwards, over the curve of his ass, to knead at the muscle. His breath hitched.
"Not in the mood to sleep early tonight?" You asked him, voice low and soft, the way it always was around him.
Fyodor shook his head.
"Hmm..." You leaned in and kissed him.
He let you turn him over onto his back so you could be on top of him, wrapping his arms around your neck as your mouth tasted his. You pushed your tongue in, and he didn't resist. He let your hands wander over him, the rough callouses against his skin making him shiver. You caressed his thighs, teeth nipping at his lips, and let your hand slip under the shirt of yours he was wearing, only to discover the absence of fabric.
You pulled away from the kiss to look at him.
He looked up at you, cheeks flushed, but eyes far from shy. What a tease.
"What's wrong?" He asked, challenging you to point out his mischeif.
"Nothing," Your eyes glinted. "Just surprised at how whorish my boyfriend can get."
His eyes widened, but before he could say anything, your lips were on his again. You weren't so soft this time. You bit, hard, and he moaned into it, eyes screwed shut.
Your fingers traveled inward under the shirt, and soon they were against his semi-hard dick. You didn't pull away from his mouth, your hand wrapping around the length of the member as you began stroking.
Fyodor moaned again, louder this time, his back arching. He pulled away from your mouth, his gaze darting down to where your hand pleasing him, his breath now coming in short gasps. His hands fell from where they had been around your neck, to clutch at the fabric of the sheets beneath him.
"Hnngh!" He couldn't tear his eyes away from your hand. "[Name]!"
"Yeah?" You pressed a kiss against one of his eyelids, so gentle, so in love with this man writhing beneath you.
Fyodor couldn't respond because of your pace, which was brutal on him, very much unlike the rest of your demeanor. He could only throw his head back against the pillow, and moan your name again.
You pleased him till his hips were bucking, the pleasure making him lose all thought of anything else. It felt so good, so good that his eyes were rolling back to his head.
Your thumb stroked over the slit, and his eyes widened, moans growing louder. He was at your mercy, his life in your hands, and you could either give him the world or drain him of everything he was.
"Ah- shit! [Name], I'm gonna c-cum!" He managed to pant out, one of his hands rising to grip your bicep, as if that would hold him steadier than the bed beneath him.
All of a sudden, he felt your movements cease. Your warm hand pulled away from his dick, leaving his sensitive skin exposed to the cold air of the room. He whined in response, hips bucking up to seek friction, but failing.
He lifted his head to look at you, cross. "What happened?"
You smirked at him in return. "The night's only just started, hasn't it, baby?"
And then Fyodor gulped, because that look on your face meant only one thing.
And he had been very right. A little over an hour later, he was yet to climax.
You kept it from him. Every time his moans grew louder, eyes rolling back into his head as he panted, you would stop, slow down, and leave him reeling. He would whine, eyes brimming with tears as he sobbed. He would beg, his pleas falling on deaf ears, because when you would start moving again you would stop once more before he could reach the edge.
You were buried so deep inside of him he couldn't tell anymore where you ended and he began. His insides were already molded to the shape of your cock, the warm muscle clenching tight around you. Your back was already red with how much he'd scratched it since the beginning of the night; there was blood flowing from the skin, but neither of you paid it any mind.
And Fyodor? He was your masterpiece, a work of art.
His hair was a mess, plastered to his forehead with sweat. His eyes were wet with tears, and his cheeks were too. His lips had been bitten red and swollen by both you and him. His pale skin was littered with hickeys everywhere— his chest, neck, collarbone, thighs. You'd even nibbled at the inside of his ankle.
He shuddered underneath you as stroked his thighs, your thumb over one of the darker imprints your mouth had left.
"[Name]..." He sobbed, his voice a broken whine. "Please, please, I can't take this anymore."
"Really?" You leaned down, his legs still wrapped around your waist to keep you buried inside of him, and kissed his forehead.
He sniffled, nodding. "Can't take it no more, p-please..."
You almost cooed from how cute he looked.
You pressed another kiss against his mouth. "Wanna cum so bad?"
He nodded again, letting you gently wipe away his tears with both your hands.
"Use your words, m'love." You murmured.
"Yes," Fyodor managed. "I wanna c-cum so bad."
You began moving again, your hips rolling against his. His head fell back against the pillow for the nth time that night. You made sure to hit all the right spots with your tip, the places that left him with his pupils blown and brain fucked through.
Fyodor whimpered, his hands clenching returning to your back to pull you close, and you let him. He bit down on your neck, his thighs trembling even as he wrapped them tighter around you. The sound of skin slapping skin, paired with his little grunts of pleasure, echoed in the room.
The bed rocked with you as you moved, the feel of you inside him driving him crazy. His mind was a mess already from the edging, and now the pleasure of your dick in him was making him lose what little thoughts he had had left.
Tears were falling from his beautiful eyes again, his blunt nails were digging into your flesh. His teeth left your skin as one of the harder thrusts sent him falling back onto the bed, and his moans were muffled no more. They spurred you on, sending blood shooting straight to your dick, and Fyodor felt shivers run down his spine as he felt you grow bigger inside of him.
You fucked into him the way you knew he loved, pace just right, and your thrusts aimed at his sweet spots.
"Ah! [Name]! Hnngh, f-feels so good!"
"Yeah?" You panted, teeth gritted against the feeling of him clenched around you. "Feels good for me too, baby. So good."
Your praise sent him spiraling over the edge, and without warning, he came, his hips bucking as ropes of cum shot out of his dick, his eyes rolling all the way back to his head, his back arching off the bed.
Finally, finally, you'd let him cum.
But then he realized you weren't stopping. He began writhing, trying to pull away, but you continued slamming into him, hands wrapping around his waist to keep him in place.
"[Name], I-I just c-came!" He cried, trying to get away, but you held him fast. "Please-what are you-"
He cut himself off with a whimper as you abused his hole, his overstimulated body shuddering with each movement of your dick inside him.
"Isn't this what you wanted, love?" Your voice was gentle, but mocking, and Fyodor realized he had dug his own grave.
WARNING: Stalking... obviously? Masturbation, fyodors a creep, yandere fyodor
Fyodor watched from his booth in the back of the small cafe. it was all he could do. The time wasn't right, not yet, soon... but not yet. As desperate as he was, he couldn't. It's a pity he was here for only one reason. He debated staying and continuing to watch you instead of getting what he came here for. He watches as you stand and head up to the counter to collect your coffee, and he makes his choice.
It'll take a moment for you to get back to your seat. In that time, he quietly and swiftly grabs the sweater you had left on the back of your chair and takes his leave with the satisfaction of knowing no one saw him.
He leaves swiftly back to the apartment he's rented a floor below yours. The door shut and locked. The soft glow of computer screens shows various cameras hidden throughout your apartment. He feels the texture of the sweater, noting the type of textures you prefer. He holds it carefully before pressing his face into it the combination of laundry detergent, deodorant, fragrance, soap, and various other scents that come together to make the fragrance notes of you.
He slides down the door to his knees, the image of you seeing him with your sweater, the punishment of "borrowing" from you. The thought of being discovered the anger you'd have the contempt, it makes him shudder. He'd love to be at your mercy no matter what that led to as long as he got to be near you. Maybe you'd have pity on him. Maybe you'd let him act as your servant. His hand drifts down to press against his aching cock imagining it was you stepping on him instead. The way you'd watch with amusement as he debased himself for scraps of attention from you.
His head thunks against the door as he shuts his eyes, his face still pressed into your sweater as he grinds into his own hand. He cums embarrassingly quickly. He can't help but wonder if you'd like that he's easy in that regard. His eyes drift to the cameras as he watches you come home. He sets the sweater aside with other things you've left behind or that he's taken when you weren't looking. He takes his seat at his desk and settles in to watch you again and again until he's ready to finally have you.
Welcome to day two of my kinktober, today is Hair, this ones a little different. I wrote it as both Fyodor x Reader and Fyodor x Dazai. X Dazai is first x Reader is second they are exactly the same just changed pronouns. Tell me what you think!
WARNINGS: smut, bottom fyodor, Gn reader, hair pulling, mild disassociation.
The only thing Fyodor can focus on is Dazais fist in his hair. The pinpricks of each strand of hair being yanked back, forcing his back into an arch like a taunt bow. "And here I thought you were the high and mighty Demon Fyodor, in reality the only thing that's holy about you is your need for cock." Dazai laughs as he taunts him. Fyodors mind is to far gone to respond to Dazai only focused on Dazai's dick in him and the death grip he has on his hair.
Even despite how oily and greasy it is when by all means, his hand should be slipping out of Fyodor's hair he has him in such a tight grip, and it burns. It burns so nicely... if this is what sinning feels like then he'll be a sinner for the rest of his fucking life. Dazai pushes Fyodors head into the mattress holding him down his body weight on his head as he fucks into him with absolutely no regard for Fyodors satisfaction or pain, he's just a toy to be used and fucked and he loves it.
Maybe it's the celibacy the fact that he's hundreds of years old and no one has ever fucked him or maybe it's just that he's really a cockslut or maybe it's both, but Fyodor momentarily debates throwing his plans away just to be able to have Dazai's hands in his hair and cock in his hole for the rest of eternity.
Now for X Reader
The only thing Fyodor can focus on is your fist in his hair. The pinpricks of each strand of hair being yanked back, forcing his back into an arch like a taunt bow. "And here I thought you were the high and mighty Demon Fyodor, in reality the only thing that's holy about you is your need for cock." You laugh as you taunt him. Fyodors mind is to far gone to respond to you only focused on your dick in him and the death grip you have on his hair.
Even despite how oily and greasy it is when by all means, your hand should be slipping out of his hair you have him in such a tight grip, and it burns. It burns so nicely... if this is what sinning feels like then he'll be a sinner for the rest of his fucking life. You push Fyodor's head into the mattress holding him down with your body weight on his head as you fuck into him with absolutely no regard for his satisfaction or pain, he's just a toy to be used and fucked and he loves it.
Maybe it's the celibacy the fact that he's hundreds of years old and no one has ever fucked him or maybe it's just that he's really a cockslut or maybe it's both, but Fyodor momentarily debates throwing his plans away just to be able to have your hands in his hair and your cock in his hole for the rest of eternity.
Hihihihi, so important update as to why I have vanished. I was diagnosed with a genetic condition that affects my muscles and means I'm losing my fine motor skills, skills like typing and writing, so this is taking so much effort to actually do as it's getting worse. I'm okay. I'm going to keep writing, but it's going to be at my own pace so I can mitigate the effects.
Content Warnings: Non-con to Dub-con, Priest Fyodor, Religious themes, Dom Reader, Sub Fyodor, Drowning, Degradation, Hair pulling. Tell me if I missed something.
Fyodors head was pushed down under the water, his robes flipped up over his ass and pushed up his back, exposing his pale skin and malnourished body. You held his hair in a death grip under holy water, water he himself had blessed.
He was struggling to escape your grip, not really afraid but more angry. He was too weak to fight you off physically. He trembles as he tries to flee. Your cock pistoning into his tight hole. He manages to push himself out of the water, making you laugh as he struggles to hold himself up on the slippery marble lip of the font. After taking his skinny wrists in one hand and then shoving his head under the water again with the other you shift him so his toes are the only part of him touching the floor and then go back to brutally fucking him. He's left writhing and the fear kicks in as his lungs scream in pain at the lack of air. The way you fuck him like you hate him makes him want to cum but he can't he needs more, after all you're fucking him like hes a toy with no care for his own satisfaction.
When you shift to finally abuse his prostate, his body trembles, going weak he no longer tries to fight back, too lost in fear and pleasure. He's struggling to stay conscious with the lack of air. When you pull his head up above the water so he can breathe, he takes in gasping breaths, moans interspersed alongside them. "Think you can keep quiet, Father?" You ask cruelly. "Imagine what your parish would do if they knew you weren't just a sinner but a common whore." Before he can argue and fight back you push his head under the water again his head pressed against the bottom of the marble basin as his body weakly twitches. You pet the back of his neck with your thumb as you pull harder on his pretty black hair. Fucking him against the font with only your pleasure in mind. Once you cum deep inside him you let him fall to the floor in a heap and start putting yourself back together.
Father Fyodor weakly crawls over to you, drenched in water and trembling. His eyes wide as he throws away his pride. "Please- c-can I..." You cut him off with a laugh "aww did my holy fuck toy not get to cum? How sad. Tell you what, you can use my boot but that's all you get." There's a look of hesitation in his eyes as you lean back against a pew offering him your boot.
He crawls forward and positions himself so he can grind against your leg like a mutt. He hides his face in shame against your thigh before you yank his head back by his hair "Look at me when I'm being so generous to you Father." Fyodor looks up at you weakly his hips stuttering as he grinds faster trying to get it over with. "You should thank me." Fyodor closes his eyes before forcing out a garbled "Thank you" He then pauses and looks at you before whimpering "Need... more." You smirk and wrap a hand around his throat. "You need to feel like your dying is that right slut? Don't worry I can do that for you." Fyodor's body tenses as he cums on your boot his eyes rolling back in his head. "Father~" you sing, bringing him back to the present. "You made quite a mess. Why don't you make your God proud and clean it up." You say smiling sadisticlly "Though I hardly think we should waste it." Fyodors eyes widen at the implications but leans down and kitten licks at the cum covering your shoe.
Once it's clean, you lift your boot and press it against his head, pressing his head to the floor. "I can't help but think you need a less... absent God. You need one to keep you on a short leash and put you to use. I think I could be that God. We could trade your clerical collar out for a nice locked collar with a leash. What do you think?" You ask the priest idly, knowing he's so lost in the after shocks of pleasure and pain that he'll agree to anything.
Hihihihi, I'm back for Kinktober and maybe a little whumptober idk yet. I'm doing my own list because I'm the God of this blog, and I say so. No, I'm not late. How dare you insinuate that I have no concept of time and didn't realize it was October. Today is Sounding.
WARNINGS: Sounding, a fairly quiet fyodor, bottom fyodor, hand job, gn reader, he's just kinda baby.
You took it slow even though you wanted to be rough and break him. It was your darling Fedya's first time, and you were hesitant to go too far. Getting him in bed was enough of a challenge. Getting him to agree to anything past vanilla sex was a monumental task. You wanted him to enjoy this enough to repeat it.
The metal rod went in slowly. "Fyodor, my love, you have to relax. Otherwise, it'll hurt." You could see his eyes squeezed shut as the rod was almost fully inserted and then relaxed as best he could. "It is... unpleasant... and foreign, " he says in as level a tone as he can manage. You coo softly in an attempt to comfort him. "It's almost there, Fedya. You're wonderful for letting me do this, darling." You finish inserting it and are rewarded as the rod settles against his prostate directly. "All done, it's in, darling." Fyodor tenses and nods, keeping his face as blank as possible.
You pull the rod out and push it back in, and his carefully constructed mask of blank disinterest vanishes as he shudders and whimpers. "Good, you're doing so well." You toy with the sounding rod gently pulling it up and pushing it back in relishing in his punched out little whimpers.
His pride keeps him from giving in and just enjoying it. After watching him and just enjoying his facial expressions you wrap your hand around his cock and stroke it as you. "Myshka... Ngh, my love, More." It makes you smile knowing he's enjoying himself, that's half the fun, "It would be my pleasure darling"
You speed up still careful not to hurt him but one hand pushes and pulls the sounding rod and the other squeezes and twists around his cock. His quiet whimpers and shuddering body make you proud. It doesn't suprise you when he cums around the sounding rod. He's always been fairly easy to get to an orgasm. His moans are something that borders on delicate and as his orgasm fades his body goes limp against the sheets.
His frail body and anemia mean that he's always exhausted afterwards, a pity truly you'd love to keep going, but you have pity on your poor little darling. "You did so well for me..." You gently remove the rod and set it aside it'll need to be thoroughly cleaned later, for now you want to clean him up so he doesn't get grumpy about it later. "A quick bath and some new sheets and then a nap are in order, don't you think, Fedya?" He's too tired to answer vocally, so instead, he just nods, reaching out to brush his knuckles over your cheek.
Content Warnings: Dom Reader, sub character, Sub Fyodor, puppy play-ish, leash, collar, things nit to do in a church, this is surprisingly gentle for me, degradation, humiliation let me know if I missed something
You were sitting in church listening to the pastor drone on and on about the birth of christ and the miraculous conception and virgin Mary. While your lovely Fyodor tried to keep himself from trembling. Fyodor had made a slight miscalculation when trying to get you to attend Christmas Eve mass. That mistake being that he said he'd do "anything" to get you to come with him... anything turned out to be a vibrating plug pressed against his prostate and a thin collar and leash beneat his suit.
The leash went under his shirt and down his sleeve easily hidden and hard to notice when you held it you held his hand as well. Fyodor, for the most part, was very good at focusing on the preacher except when you changed the speed of the vibrator. Periodically, you'd raise and lower the speed to make him tense. After the sermon, they started on communion. The part you were most looking forward to and that he was most dreading. You both stand up the leash still in your hand, hidden from view as you held onto his. Just before you both took communion, you turned the vibrator off. When he went to take a sip of wine, you turned it to the highest setting and watched him choke you coo and pat his back as if comforting him. The priest looks at him worriedly, and Fyodor brushes it off his violet eyes, looking at you pathetically. You guide him back to the pew and then turn the vibrator off for the rest of mass.
Once you two were home, it was past midnight. The moment the door shuts, Fyodor looks at you, hopefully. He's so worked up and sensitive. His body is so easy to play with, and you had been tormenting him all throughout midnight mass. He didn't want to have to use his hand to try and pleasure himself tonight, not after he'd been so good for you. He wouldn't say any of that to you, though, his emotions far too private for him to lay bare. So, instead, he tries to say it with his eyes. You know him well enough to read him like a book. "Aww, is my poor puppy needy?" You tease him as you start unbuttoning his shirt. "Don't worry, I have gifts for you, and while I think most should be saved till tomorrow, I think I'll let you unwrap one tonight. How does that sound?" You ask sweetly as you push his shirt open and wrap the leash around your hand several times so you can pull him in for a kiss. His eyes are glazed over, his brain already shutting off after having to work overtime at church to make sure he doesn't make a fool of himself.
You grab a box from under the tree and then guide him up to your bedroom he follows obediently, not that he has a choice with you tugging his leash. Once you have him in your shared bedroom, you sit on the edge of the bed watching him with loving eyes. "Puppy, why don't you strip for me?" you say thoughtfully gesturing to his open shirt and his pants. Fyodor nods, his hair falling in his face as he does so, and you watch as he takes the rest of his clothes off, then sinks to his knees between your legs. You then present him with a wrapped box. "For you, my sweet little mutt." He reaches up and takes it.
You can see he's been biting his nails worse than usual. The holidays are usually stressful for him to many people and events going on. You decide not to comment on it now. He holds it, looking up at you, waiting to be told he can open it. "Good boy. Yes, you can open it now." Carefully, Fyodor unwraps the box, choosing to peal the paper off at the seams rather than rip it off. He folds the paper up and sets it to the side before inspecting the box. "Go ahead and open it, Doll." He opens the box to reveal a photo album with a lock. The key rests beneath the book, and he gently unlocks the photo album. The photos in it were pictures of him... him tied up, him trembling, or with his back arched as he came, all of the photos were him in increasingly lewd positions. "All... all of them are of me?" He asks. He knew you took photos of him you had asked and still did before doing so, but he'd never seen them until now. He flips the page and pauses there nestled in-between photos of him in is a photo of you... a professionally done photo of you, a nude photo of you. He flips through the book, slowly looking at himself and pin-ups of you.
You can see his hips idly moving, shifting the plug that's still buried inside him. "Horny, are we?" He snaps his head up to glare at you. "Don't look at me like that. Or I won't fuck you senseless while you flip through that. Now come up here, hands and knees darling." You say as you tug on his leash. He moves up onto the bed, bringing the book and whining as the plug shifts. He gets into position and has the book set in front of him so he can still flip through it. You toy with the plug inside him before removing it and slowly and gently replacing it with your cock. "Ngh- s-so pretty..." He moans softly. "Which one? You or me?" The page he's on has a photo of him on his knees with a dildo in his ass and mouth this was back when you were training away his God awful gag reflux. Next to it though is a picture of you chest exposed and legs spread just enough a piece of silk cloth draped over you. "Personally? I think it's you. You cried so much when we did that." He whimpered as you gently fucked him. "Made such a mess too. Pity you don't gag like that anymore. It made you so pathetic, puppy."
Fyodor shudders his arms, giving out as he collapses beneath your slow and forceful thrusts. His eyes roll back as the angle forces you deeper into him. "Please..." He whines you use the leash to pull him up onto his knees, his back to your chest, so you can bite and suck on his neck. One of his hands reaches behind him to rest on your waist for an attempt at stability. "Such a good boy. Taking it so well for me, mutt." A soft kiss is placed on his jaw. "Is my puppy close?" He whines and leans his head back on your shoulder as his body trembles as he cums untouched. His cute little cock leaking spurts of cum onto the mattress. "Did you like your gifts?" You ask him softly as you lay him down. He looks up at you in confusion. "Gifts? Plural?"
"The book... and the sex." You tease him as you undo his collar so he can rest. He hums in understanding and smiles faintly as he nods. The book and his collar and leash are set aside as he pulls you into his embrace. You kiss him, then whisper. "Merry Christmas, Dove. Rest and I'll clean you up, yeah?" He nods and dozes off slightly, making you smile.
The question of the day is it Fyozai or is it Price X Makarov place your bets: Little tiny fic no TW today I don't think
He had just cum down his worst enemies throat and he can't help but smile as he tightens his hold on the black hair in his fist "We're supposed to be killing eachother, and yet here you are sucking my cock like I've paid you to do it..." He muses with a mocking laugh.
He pulls back his chest heaving to take in air "It's a good cock, that just so happens to be attached to my worst enemy. But it's a very Very nice cock." He answers as he toys with the head and slit. His accent thicker and his eyes heavier than when they'd started.
The brunette shoves his head back down onto his dick gaging him. "If it's such a good cock you should suck it again."
