Level: Impossible

not sfw, light yandere, non consensual voyeurism into consensual

neuvillette is a bit of a voyeur; human anatomy - and yours in specific - is still a mystery sometimes to him, and so he enjoys watching you.

it starts off innocent, before the two of you are entangled; watching you walk in the sunlight with your head tipped up with a smile on your face, the deep breath you take before a particularly ostentatious new drink at cafe lucerne, the sway of your hips. unfortunately, his position as chief justice means he also has plenty of opportunity for slightly less innocent voyeurism. he knows where you live; a peek through curtains whilst you’re spread out on your bed, the silhouette of you as you emerge from the shower all soapy and wet.

and it does not abate, even when he has you whenever he could want you. still, he asks you to strip slowly for him, glass of water in hand, so he can watch the movement of your body. still, he asks you to bathe in front of him; to soap your body, to watch you sink into the water, to clean yourself slowly and thoroughly whilst he sits beside his own claw-footed bathtub fully dressed with his teeth clenched and his cane in white-knuckled grip.

show me how you touch yourself, the chief justice intones when you are in his too-big bed. hands floating over you but never touching, pleasure taken from watching you come apart whining his name instead as he memorises every stroke, every pinch, every slow circle—

perhaps next time, he thinks, palming his cocks when you’ve fallen asleep in exhausted pleasure, he will touch you himself.

but . . . oh, he does so love observing mortals. and you most of all.

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Warning: it's not about Kallen, but Kallen is important character | a little ooc (?) | AU where Otto and Kallen have happy life (those children deserve for their happy ending!) | Kallen as the best wingwoman in the earth | fluff |

— Hmmm... are my cookies good? — Kallen asked with her normal optimistic, happy tone a fully of energy. — I really cooked those sweeties a lot of time!

— Yhmmm... — Otto barely swallowed his piece, similiar to you.

Howether those legends about a bad cooking skills of Kaslana's family members weren't hyperbole...

— Sweet cookies for my sweet friends! — Kaslana announced with happy and some kind of proud.

Those cookies weren't sweet. It tasted even worse than previous soup by which... NO! You didn't want remember this. Anyway, you and Otto didn't want to cause distress her by a such trivial thing as cookies. So we gladly nodded for what she clapped with satisfaction.

— It's really delicious, my dear Kallen. — Otto said as if he wanted to confirm his gesture. He grabbed the next cookie and he tried fiding his disgust.

— I'm happy that we finally have time for a friendly meeting, picnic among trees and... OH! — she suddenly a broke her monologue as she remembered something. — I put something in house! Be right back!

Kallen quickly ran, but she didn't stope a far to place of picnic. Her glad gaze attentively stared you and her childhood friend with expectancy what's happening at this moment, when you and Otto were alone.

But much to her surprise, Otto by gestures tried ask you about tissue, which you gave him with compassion in your eyes and face. It looked like he spit her cookies out to tissue and throw it into the the closest garbage. Of course, Kallen weren't happy by this situation.

— Not enough that's disgusting, this is unkind too! — she whispered to herself, but her gaze still was staring to her two friends. Otto sat down closer to you than earlier for what a Kallen's breath stopped with excitement.

— Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! — she chanted in her mind, but her a long awaited dream didn't coming, a least didn't in this moment.

You two didn't talk by a bit too long time for her. Her eyes squinted with disappointment — she didn't initiated and setted this situation for this deadly silence. She wanted seen you and him together or heard any conversation, really, any talking about common interests, which you have, even if she didn't understand it.

— I must do anything... — she whispered with desperation, cower in bushes. She strained her mind to thinking, but this wasn't to work. Suddenly, fortuna or different god smiled to her and her work.

— So... well... heh... — you tried say anything for loosen up the atmosphere. Otto turned around towards you and gave you curious gaze mixed with charming smile, which would bring every person to knees.

— Do you need anything from me? — he asked resisting his head on hand.

— N-no! I'm not, I only wanted talking with you, it's everything, what's I need from you! — you quickly explained your intention with a bit panic in voice, fearing as he understanding it.

— Oh... talking? Good, but about what? — he chuckled on your scared behaviour. It was really interesting and cute, when usually strong and fearless individual was becoming in shy.

— Are he flirting? — Kallen's breath stopped again on this think. Her guesswork about Otto's interest in you is true. She even had evidence for support this!

Meanwhile you still blushing, no knowledge, how you should interpreted his words. His gaze suddenly tuned around path which Kallen went off.

— Kallen already don't back a long time... — he whispered with worry. You looked where his eyes was, and you had admit right to him.

— Yeah, but don't worry, she's strong and can handle any threat! — you tried calm him from worries about his long-time friend, while Kallen was proud that you've think a such high about her, and Otto smiled for this.

— It's true... — he said with a little smile and thought for a brief moments. — ...she's really strong.

You approached to his and rested your head on his arm. His smell was really nice – not water cologne, but what's... you didn't specified this. But this smell made you feel relaxed and safe next to him. As in safe home, where you could return, when you need...

— Hmmmm... — you heard his silent, warm chuckled, and after a few seconds you quickly step aside with blushed face. You wanted apologise him for the discomfort, but his reaction didn't show discomfort, on the contrary.

Meanwhile, in bushes, Kallen almost jumped from happiness, which a full her person. Finally, what's happening and you both had brave. She waited a long time for this moment, but... this wasn't enough.

— I guess must leave their alone in Otto's room with bottle of wine... hihihihihihihi! — she chuckled and beamed with pride for her genius and perfect plan.

THE MAJOR ARCANA

a collection of character development questions based on the arcana and their themes !! this is part of a collection of tarot-themed asks. if multi, please specify which muse(s) the question is directed toward !!

[THE FOOL] - Do they weight their options when making a decision, or do they impulsively make a choice?

[THE MAGICIAN] - Are they resourceful? What skills do they possess that help them navigate the world around them?

[THE HIGH PRIESTESS] - Do they meditate? Would they be considered "in tune" with themselves, or do they struggle with personal growth?

[THE EMPRESS] - Do they participate in or have a self-care ritual? If so, what does their routine look like?

[THE EMPEROR] - Is your muse a leader? If so, what kind of leader are they? Do they take a hands-off approach, or do they micromanage?

[THE HIEROPHANT] - What are important traditions to them, if any? Do they stay true to these traditions, or do they adapt them to fit their current situation?

[THE LOVERS] - What do they consider to be the "perfect partner", be it romantic, platonic, alterous, etc.? Is there someone like that in their life?

[THE CHARIOT] - Are they confident? If so, what makes them the most confident in themselves/their abilities?

[STRENGTH] - What are they determined to accomplish the most?

[THE HERMIT] - What does their inner voice sound like? Is it self-reflecting and introspective, or domineering and judgmental?

[WHEEL OF FORTUNE] - Do they believe in destiny/fate? If so, what do they believe their "purpose" is in this life?

[JUSTICE] - Are they a mediator, or do they prefer to step away from potential conflict?

[THE HANGED MAN] - Would they sacrifice themselves, literally or metaphorically, for those close to them? If so, what kind(s) of sacrifice would they make?

[DEATH] - What is their view on the cycle of life? Do they believe in reincarnation?

[TEMPERANCE] - Are they a patient person, or do they tend to act on impulse?

[THE DEVIL] - Which of the capital vices is your muse tempted by? (Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, Sloth)

[THE TOWER] - Are they a destructive individual (be it literally or metaphorically)? If so, how?

[THE STAR] - What is their health like? Do they consider themselves healthy, or do they feel like they could make improvements to better their health?

[THE MOON] - If they had to choose one trait to describe themselves, what would it be? Is it a genuine answer, or the illusion/persona they put on for others?

[THE SUN] - What makes them feel good? This can be happy, energized, revitalized, etc. It's all about good vibes, so what gives them to your muse?

[JUDGMENT] - What was an epiphany/awakening they recently had? Did they realize something that they've been naive to? Did they discover something about themselves? What happened?

[THE WORLD] - How would they define a utopia? What would it consist of, and do they see it as something achievable?

Agreed.

That all is the pure truth.

pretty bitches never die‼️

My phase for this man returns...

He is clown. He is bastard. He is a suspicious and shady type. He is demon. I know that as a demon, he could kill me without a moment's hesitation…

But I still love this clown-demon!

(I guess I have to get off my lazy ass and write something about him…)

— YOU'RE SO DIVINE, YOU'RE IN YOUR PRIME

RECEIVERS。sugar daddy!nikolai gogol x fem!reader

WISHCARD。nikolai as your sugar daddy... with a little sweet twist! ♡

BOUQUET。n/sfw 18+, dark content, manipulation, age gap (nikolai's in 30s, reader's in 20s), power imbalance, choking

PRICE。approx. 2.2k

FREEGIFT。you (ari abdul), bathroom (montell fish)

ﾟ･✿ヾ meeting Nikolai is an unexpected event. he looks youthful, despite being in his thirties. his luxuries are subtle—he never mentions his job but you know it pays him well when you notice the brand of his shirt, his leather jacket, his sunglasses, his watch, his shoes, his pants. his fashion is classic yet he looks rich. as someone in their twenties, you surely would be interested with such possessions.

“Another?” Nikolai asks. His voice is sultry as he offers to buy you more and more drinks for the night. He doesn't even mind telling the bartender to add your glasses to his tab and he even encourages you to try the most expensive drink.

“Uhm...” you are a bit unsure. It would feel like you're digging the fuck out of his money, especially when this is the very first night you met this man. Nikolai however laughs, holding your hand to reassure you that his pocket won't drain just because of a couple more glasses.

Your heart beats fast when you feel the cold of his rings. You should have pulled away—it's dangerous. But instead, your fingers are twitching to trace every vein threading his hand.

ﾟ･✿ヾ he is a big tease. he knows the cues in your body language—your interest and eagerness to know him better, to be closer, to cross the border of just being acquaintances. but Nikolai wants more than just normality. he loves challenges and having fun. and certainly, he loves having his fun with an adorable freak.

You feel reluctant to leave the club without even getting any contact with the man you have been chatting with for hours, sharing subtle yet desiring touches. Your fingers still feel the coldness of his skin and you can still fantasise his hand on your thigh, lightly squeezing and caressing you.

Telling your friends to wait, you rush back inside, avoiding crowds and uninviting touches. The seats at the bar where you two were sitting are empty. You look around, trying to seek Nikolai again, hoping he is still around for a small talk. But your effort is futile. The night is still wild with neons and music.

As you just want to leave, mourning your lost chance, a strong arm slithers around your waist. A familiar chuckle shatters beside your ear and you can smell a burning cigarette. You turn, seeing the older man you yearn for the whole night smirking down at you.

He takes his cigarette off his lips before resting it between yours. You take a little drag of it and as you pull it away, letting the smoke leave your lips, Nikolai disappears once again. You turn, seeing no sight of him. In confusion, you look at the cigarette. On its white, there's a number.

ﾟ･✿ヾ contacting him is your everyday routine. it starts with innocent messages and calls—“how are you?” “have you eaten today?” “how does my outfit look?”—and it evolves to suggestive ones. him asking to see your nightwear, you sharing screenshots of the bags and dresses you wish to possess, him asking for nudes and you sharing shots in skimpy lingerie.

“This looks pretty, don't you think?” you ask him through the video call. You are out to buy some fast fashion items to go to a party this weekend. Unfortunately, Nikolai couldn't accompany you.

“The black one?” Nikolai asks, occasionally glancing to the other side as his hand is jotting something on a paper with a red pen. Despite how busy he seems, he does pay attention to your shopping matters. “How much is it?”

“Oh, it's...” you look at the black purse that you have been eyeing for the past ten minutes. You look at the price tag and you round up the cents. “It's like seventy-five dollars.”

Your phone pings and a notification appears at the top of the screen—Nikolai transferred $500!

ﾟ･✿ヾ you and Nikolai never declare your relationship. it just happens very naturally. he knows what you want and you are content with his attention. when you hear the stories your friends have with their sugar daddies, you wonder why Nikolai still does not ask for more than nudes and sexy photos from you. every time on a date, he just wants you to look pretty for him.

You're spending the night in his apartment, trying various silky dresses to match his suit for a socialite gathering he said he should attend tomorrow. You play dress-up in front of his mirror as he sits at the edge of the bed, legs spread, watching you contently.

“I like this one, what do you think?” you turn to him, posing to show him the garment. Nikolai just hums approvingly, smirking at the sight of your bare back in his view. He twirls his finger, gesturing to you to make a twirl for him. So you do, twirling like a princess in a garden.

“Hm, pretty. You look absolutely gorgeous. Why don't you try another? They're all gonna be yours anyway.” Nikolai says, pushing slightly another three dresses you have yet to try. Your eyes sparkle, looking at the beautiful expensive dresses that will be yours regardless.

But being aware of the nature of your relationship with him, you approach him shyly, sitting on his lap casually. The man only smiles, wrapping his arm around your waist. His palm rests on your bum, pulling you closer to his crotch.

“How should I please you, sir?” you whisper sensually right by his ear, kissing his neck so lightly that he only hums. Your maroon nails knead his hair, careful to not tug his braid. Your lips travel from his neck to his jaw before you kiss his lips shortly, only making Nikolai smile slyly.

“Just look pretty, baby,” he smirks. “You just need to look pretty for me. Come on, up and go dress another one, princess.”

ﾟ･✿ヾ going to a gathering as his partner feels like a reward. he does not treat you like an escort. when he notices you lightly shiver from the cold, he offers his coat. when he sees you are slightly adjusting your footing, he knows you need to sit and he sits with you. instead of carrying your own purse, Nikolai would gladly hold it for you. and when you are too bored while he is stuck in a conversation, he will excuse you two and bring you around to tell you stuff that might interest you. and most importantly, after all of that, he just gives you his card, giving you full access to buy whatever you want as your reward for today. he treats you as he would if you were his lover.

You may have overestimated how the rich eat. Small portions, big prices. You do not really want to look like you have never been into this kind of setting, but the meals are not satisfying for you at all. Not to mention, after walking around accompanying Nikolai, your feet feel sore.

“You okay?” Nikolai asks softly. He sits beside you, refusing to sit across. He says it feels nicer to have you closer to him. You only nod slowly but Nikolai is very observant when it comes to you. He calls the waiter, ordering a dessert. You turn to him, only for him to grin. “Desserts can make people happy.”

You chuckle a bit at his comment. As you eat the dessert, Nikolai only treats you the sweetest. Playing with your cheek, your dress and even caressing your thigh. He seems to have a hard time saying sweet nothings to you—“You're so beautiful tonight,” “You behave so well for me today,” “I'd treat you the world, baby,” “Never ever leave me, darling,”—It almost makes you forget the real relationship you two have.

ﾟ･✿ヾ maybe it's just one of his tactics to drive you to desperation but you certainly feel quite guilty for not doing the usual sugar-baby things to him back. he always spends and spends more for you. you purposely dress sexily beneath your sweater for him, you give him suggestive photos when he doesn't even ask, and you offer to pleasure him after he treated you hundreds worth of luxuries. when he finally allows you to ride him dumb, you feel too accomplished in life.

“Stupid face,” Nikolai chuckles as he seizes your jaw. Your hips are grinding hard on his cock, buried deeply in your tight cunt. You moan highly when he thrusts up suddenly, pushing his cock deeper.

Your hands clench the fabric of his tight-fitted turtleneck. He only lets his cock out and you do all the work. It arouses both you and him, seeing your reflection of you being half-naked while he's fully clothed. In your cleavage, there is a crumple of cash notes.

“Fuck...! Oh, gosh, you feel s'good..!” you whine when Nikolai pushes you to lie on your back on the bed as he thrusts into you, hard and fast. Your throat can barely hold the whimpers, filling his room with your sinful voice and his deep moans.

“Ha— your face is just so fucking pretty, malyshka. Should've fucked you back in the club, huh?” Nikolai snickers, seeing your face. Your tits are jiggling in your bra, spilling out the cash from its confine. His large hand travels to your pussy, rubbing your sensitive clit, making your legs tense up and wrap around his waist. Eyes shut, hands gripping his broad shoulders, your insides clench his girth and Nikolai curses out breathily, laughing softly at the warmth of your cunt.

As his other hand roam around your naked body that is scattered with the cash notes, you feel cold metal poking your skin. Up, up, up, it trails to enter your lips. Slightly gagging, your eyes slowly open, only to be met with a gun in your mouth.

ﾟ･✿ヾ it is getting weirder with your sugar daddy. not only he asks for your cunt whenever he's bored now, but he also makes you do bidding for him, such as delivering a package. you are about to protest cutely, hoping your doe eyes and pouty lips can melt his heart. of course, after he shoves his cock into your throat and transfers you another hundred of money, you have to do what he says. he is your daddy after all.

You are lying on the couch of his house, with nothing but panties and his shirt on, your eyes are focused on the television that is showing the news. Hands frozen, eyes widened, lips parted. You feel awfully familiar with this particular news.

News about a bombed car. The victim's identity is revealed to the screen. And you knew well who it was. It was the man you met this afternoon to give a package from Nikolai.

Your heart is beating fast. There's no way the package is the cause of the explosion, right?

You swallow hard, feeling nervous and uneasy. As you try to calm your heart, a hand wraps itself around your throat, slightly tightening its grip. You choke slightly and suddenly your head is pulled back, causing you to see Nikolai who has been standing behind you. He is smiling, very very very mysteriously. His hand is hard around your throat that you feel it's getting harder to breathe. Your lips are parted as you let out a broken whimper of being choked.

A few hundred notes are inserted into your drooling mouth before the grip around your neck loosens, allowing you to suck oxygen back into your lungs. Nikolai laughs, almost sounds sadistic, as he leaves you on the couch, struggling to breathe with money in your mouth.

ﾟ･✿ヾ you may never know who or what Nikolai actually is, and perhaps it's better for you that way. though, escape is no more of an option.

You have made yourself promise him to look sexy in his bed tonight. With white lingerie and stockings, you splay yourself on his bed, playing with the new phone he just bought for you the other day. When you hear the front door being opened, you immediately get up, grabbing his dress shirt to drape over your body.

“Welcome back—”

Your words are stuck in your throat as you see Nikolai's shirt smeared with blood and his hands are stained crimson, your lips are shut close as you step back. Nikolai blinks, seeming to be surprised you are here. He looks to the wall where he has hung his calendar.

“Oh, dearly. It seems I have forgotten.” he gasps. “What a blunder! Apologies, baby. You must have been shocked, aren't you? Woah, me oh my! A terrible, terrible mistakes! Now, how should I, a great clown, fool this situation out?” he giggles. His elegance is gone, only replaced by an eccentricity. With his stained hand, he turns the lock on the door.

“What—”

You have no time to react when Nikolai quickly gets to you, gripping your arm. His eyes are gleaming with a different kind of excitement. He slips his hand into his pocket before he takes out a few crumpled notes. He then slips the notes into your bra—“Hush money,” he says.

“No—” you try to take out the cash but Nikolai grabs your other wrist before he pulls you into his room. His sinister giggle echoes, sending shivers down your spine.

“I've already got you where I want. Now, shut your pretty mouth, alright? I got this.”

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Warning: a little ooc (?) | fluffie-smuttie (?) | sugestive

Clouds of steam covered every touchy places, but you was still nervous seeing Otto waiting for you in the bath, half-naked. Only steam and towel on his hips protected you from seeing him in full his naked glory. He gave you warm smile, but in this was something... different. It wasn't the same smile, which he bestowed to you usually, but you felt that his message in this smile was a little bit... ambiguous and heralded something a bit different than only a shared bath.

It's not like that you're shy or... something similar. It's not like that... you don't like it...

You marched with perky step to the edge of bath and after a few moments dipped in warm, relaxing water, joining Otto, who chuckled at your suddenly confident behavior. He bring his body closer to you, and surrounding you warm water instead calming you only intensified the baking and pink coating in your cheeks.

This fucking warm water don't help me...

Otto, despite his closing to you, didn't touch your skin even small finger. He only took a glass of his favourites, red wine and started drink this with undisguised pleasure. You tried didn't staring at his delightful lips and you tried didn't think about his unspoken promises. You blushed more, when your imagination jumped out in a bigger works.

— Are you okey, my dear? — he asked tearing you off from your fantasies.

Perhaps, it's only my imagimation... Perhaps, he's normal, but I add at this second bottom...

Suddenly, his fingers touched your shoulders. Otto's second hand landed at your waist, he asked, this time closer at your ear, again:

— Are you okey, my dear? Can I help you?

You clenched your legs at his words and tone. Sweet of honey for his voice mixed with a little bit lower tone led your mind to strange condition. His fingers still made circles on your shoulder. Second hand moved to your face a full of blush.

— We can relocate to my room and I can help you here. — his voice wasn't nothing bigger than silent, seductive whisper. Your body trembling under his touch, as always when he promised you help in his room.

— Ehhhh... what this help is supposed to be about? — you wanted to your voice was more confident than this, but those hands.

His hands didn't left your skin and body; those finger already touched every your body parts in this moment, sending shakes of pleasure. You really wanted be quite, but how this can possible, when the most handsome man in your life touched your body with almost surgical precision.

— So... how will it be? — his lips touched your earlobe.

Your mind was empty; you stood up to attention, but your towel...

You tried found towel using your gaze and luckily you quickly found it in water. As fast as you found this towel, you tried cover up.

— Hahhahaha... — his laugh bounded the wall of bath. — Don't worry, I already seen your naked body.

It's true... It's even more than true. He already seen you naked, not the first time, and not the last time...

Your mind was messy, and his move as grabbed your hips, didn't help your condition. Obviously, he got up too and towered over your silhouette.

— So... I guess must ask again... — he started but you break his monologue.

— N-no. You d-don't need r-repeat this. A-and y-y-yes... — you swallowed saliva. — I c-c-can go with you to your r-r-room...

— Excellent. — he smiled with a little bit more dark smile, which you already didn't see, because you both leaved bath and headed towards hangers with bathrobes.

Hey, I was in the amazing street art show and I I came up with this headcanon in my head...

Nikolai Gogol as street performer who love attention from public. He love audience ovations — so very satisfying even more than money, which he earn from performance. He do this for his own freedom. For freedom from his oppressive and closed to new things family, whose doesn't support his passion. He does it to spite them — just as he takes you from the audience in spite of them and choose you to help in his „new trick”, assuring you that you will be safe in „his strong arms”. Lifting you a few meters wasn't too difficult with his ability like wasn't too difficult impressing the audience, whose rubbed their eyes in amazement.

When hen you were already on the ground, you weren't able to identify why your heart was beating faster — because of stress or because of the handsome artist's gaze...