#and you could tell i think in the way he let himself be more experimental kind of as a way to overcome the anxiety

[dwtdog]

my pov of dream getting emotional during uieud, the crowd singing for him and him hiding his face in his arm like FUCK

#dreamwastaken #la droncerts #la droncert night 2 #the whole show had such different vibes from the other two i want to #and it was so perfect #like he told us during ult mng that he was more intimidated by the smaller crowd #and you could tell i think in the way he let himself be more experimental kind of as a way to overcome the anxiety #like #especially with invincible stripped version i feel like people are t talking about #it was sosososososo good #ugh anyways #i could talk about this experiment for everrr #and maybe i will #:]

[angelltheninth]

Adam x reader but they’re still alive and she’s the third wife made for him and he eats pussy for the first time 🫢🫢🙏🏻🙏🏻🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

You ready my fucking mind! I was thinking about this for a few days.

Pairing: Adam x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, first time cunnilingus, praise, hair-pulling (for Adam), cum eating, praise, clit stimulation, Adam's ego, Adam hates Lucifer

Word count: 0.7k

A/N: I am actually taken back by how much I love Adam. He's an asshole for sure but he's a charismatic asshole.

Adam moved his body against yours, quick rapid-fire cumshots making your insides tingle with warmth. It coiled at the pit of your stomach and stayed there, uncomfortable and heavy and annoying as hell. Maybe more annoying.

"Thanks for the fuck, Babe." His satisfied smile was cute if a bit too smug, like he just accomplished something big by coming inside your pussy. You whimpered as he pulled out, "Woo-hoo-hoa. There's so much, keep that shit in there, are you even trying to make kids or nah?"

Naturally procreation was high on the list of priorities for the two of you. As his third wife you wanted to give him something his first two wives couldn't, a real family. "As much as you are. But you know that's not the only purpose of sex right?"

"Of course not. My dick feels so damn good when we have sex!" Adam pointed down at the mentioned dick, half-hard and covered with both your cum.

"Yeah... and what about me?" You took his hands and pushed them towards your pussy.

"Oh. Oh yeah. I guess I can finger you. Gotta push that fucking cum back in." He chuckled and bent his middle and ring finger, his long digits closing in to your pussy before you grabbed his wrists, "What the fuck, you bitch?! I'm trying to be nice! You don't want my fingers or something?!"

How the hell was the one offended here? "I didn't say that Adam. I... want your mouth. Okay, happy? Is that what you wanted me to say?" Instead of grinning in victory like he usually did when he got you flustered he blinked in confusion. "Don't you think it's only fair after how many times I sucked you off?"

"W-Well... but... you love to suck my dick!" God he was so childish sometimes. How was he the first man and the man you fell in love with? God truly does work in mysterious ways. "I shouldn't have to eat pussy to make you feel good."

Okay. Time to pull out the last weapon you had. "Bet Lucifer knows how to eat pussy."

Adam was human. He was. But the look he gave you in that moment would make any demon shiver. "What was that?! Think I can't do better then that asshole?!" He pushed himself down and pinned your legs apart, "Fucking watch me, Babe." He was all talk right now. The moment you smiled at him he looked... awkward. He was the first man, he should be good at this, he should be good at everything.

Yet his licks were slow, experimental, insecure, way too light between your folds. "Adam. You can lick harder." He let out a grunt and quirked his eyebrow at you, he hated being told what to do. "I need you to lick harder, it would make my pussy feel so good if your tongue could- ah!" There it was. A little praise, a little persuasion and he was doing as you asked.

"Can't forget about this little thing right here." His teeth pressed against your clit, your pussy clenching and pushing more of his cum out. "I see how it is, you want more huh? Enjoying yourself? Tell me."

"Yes. You're doing good, Adam." Your hands brushed through his messy brown hair, not so much directing him as giving him a reassuring massage, "Your tongue is divine."

"You bet this cunt it is. Praise me more, Babe, scream. Let everyone hear how good I'm giving it to you." Adam's tongue descended lower to your cum-filled hole, pushing back and forth, "Damn I taste good. I see why you like swallowing it." Of course he somehow made this about himself again. It didn't matter. He was still doing as you asked, making you feel so fucking good.

"That's right, you're making me feel good with your tongue. Only you can make me feel like this. Only you can make me come from eating me out." That was all he needed in order to do just that. To know he was your one and only. Your hips bucked into his face, your back arched, toes curling while he licked and kissed and finally went back to sucking your clit. "Adam! S-Sto- oh my god- wai-!"

He wasn't stopping. Adam always did as he wanted. You came on his tongue, in his mouth, and now that he's accomplished that he wanted to do it again. You watched his tongue move across your clit, spelling his name on it, "There. Now this clit, this cunt, is all mine."

#hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel smut #adam imagine #adam headcanons #adam fanfiction #adam smut #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x female reader #hazbin hotel #x female reader

[fxrmuladaydreams]

sitting on oscar’s face and everytime his nose bumps your clit you let out even louder moans, and he’s just laying there with a smirk on his face (i just love his nose)

!! oscar weekend requests are now closed !!

warnings: !! CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI !! face sitting

note: anon you are so right

You look down at him between your legs and sigh. He can tell you’re hesitant. He gives you a soft smile and a small nod.

“It’s okay, this is gonna be fun.”

You laughed when he first suggested this, you sitting on his face. You thought he was joking. Sure, he told you that he loved burying his face between your legs and lapping at your center, but you couldn’t picture yourself actually sitting on his face.

“C’mon darling, it’ll be so good.” He pleads.

“You can’t be serious Os, what if I hurt you?”

“Then I’ll go doing the thing I love most.”

You shake your head, turning away from him. His hand reaches out for your arm, pulling you back into him.

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. But if you ever do want to, know I will gladly let you sit on my face.” He finishes his sentence with a gentle kiss to your lips.

It takes a little while for the topic to come up again. It’s after a race weekend, he’s come home and slumped against you on the couch. His lips leave kisses on any exposed skin he can find, eventually looking for more and sliding down to kneel on the ground and spread your legs open for him.

“Os.” You stop him.

He looks up at you. “You don’t want to?” He asks, ready to sit back on the couch and pull you into his arms again.

“No, I just… I was thinking, maybe we could try it…” You say, your voice trailing off at the end.

“Try what?”

“You know, it…”

He gives you a blank look shaking his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about darling…”

“I want to sit on your face!” You let the words come out.

A wide grin spreads over his face. “Yeah?” He smirks.

“Don’t get cocky.” You give him a soft kick. “You know what? No, I’ve changed my mind.” You lean back and cross your legs.

“No, no, no! Please darling, please.” He lays his head on your knee, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. “Please sit on my face.”

You smile, giving into him. “Alright.” You stand up, and hold a hand out for him to take. “But we’re doing this in the bedroom.”

He trails behind you as you walk to your back to your bedroom. From there on it’s the usual standard foreplay between the two of you, kisses and lovebites and wandering hands, up until he’s laying back with you hovering over his face.

“If you’re genuinely scared about suffocating me or something, don’t be. You know I have the strength to push you off of me.” He turns his head to kiss your leg. “Are you going to make me beg darling?”

“Shut up.”

“I know one way you could shut me up.” He winks at you.

You roll your eyes. “Okay, here we go.” You slowly lower yourself down, careful not to put your full body weight on him.

Oscar nearly rolls his eyes at you himself, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you down flush against his face.

You let out a surprised squeal when you feel his tongue already delving into you. You tangle a hand in his hair and rest the other on the wall in front of you in an attempt to keep your balance.

You moan above him, trying to keep your hips still.

“Ride my face.” He tells you, his words muffled.

You give a few experimental rolls of your hips, gasping when you feel his nose brush against your clit. You look down to see him looking up at you, his eyes crinkled in the way they do when he’s smirking at you.

You continue to ride his face, tugging at the deep brown hair tangled around your fingers, until you feel yourself fall apart.

He gently helps you move off of his face, so that you’re sitting on his abdomen. He gives you a wicked smile, the bottom of his face covered in your slick, and his eyes a darker shade of brown than normal.

“Don’t worry, I won’t say I told you so.”

#oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri smut #formula one x reader #oscar weekend

[slutforalastor]

"Ah, he's got this problem." Your friend Mimzy waved her hand. "You know how animal demons get. I'd take care of him myself but I wouldn't want to spoil our working relationship. We go way back, you know."

Slowly, you nodded. "You'd consider it a personal favour?" That was how things worked in Hell. A consideration for a consideration. And dealing with the Radio Demon in rut was hardly a small favour, even if it did play well to your preferences.

"To me, yeah." Mimzy smiled broadly. "Just take him to a private room in the back and see that he's calmed down before it's time for the show. If he's cranky he's gonna start eating people, ugh." She fluttered her hand again. "Don't worry, though, he's an absolute sweetheart."

Seeing the Radio Demon turn sideways to get through the door, eyes glowing red and his huge rack of antlers festooned with cables, you were starting to doubt Mimzy's definition of sweetheart.

THIS POST CONTAINS MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS. 18+

Content: Rutting, antlerplay, role reversal, give and take, banter, mutual masturbation, light femdom, biting, marking, a lot of flowery language for smut

You'd heard the stories and rumors, saw the occasional report on VNN, but you'd yet to encounter the Radio Demon for yourself. Even pushed to the edge where something resembling humanity plunges into dark depths of depravity, he's maintaining a grip on decorum, his wavering smile barely forming the syllables when he introduces himself as Alastor, his voice impossibly mimicking the sound of a mono recording from a bygone time. Mimzy is going to owe you big-time.

"I'm doing well, sir. I have to say, you look like you've had an awful day."

"It is... most inconvenient," he stammers, shaking his head like a beached animal trying to throw off water. Just as Mimzy had requested, you'd waited for him in the private room, and you're still laying in the bed, your body draped across the two rows of firm pillows, down to your lingerie for his ease. With wobbling steps, he begins to close the distance, loosening his bowtie.

"I really must insist that this matter... stay between us." The restraint he's displaying seems as though it's taking every bit of faculties he can spare; his breathing, his sight, his ability to stand, all seem to be sustained with the minimum amount of effort possible. Even glazed in electric red, you can tell his eyes are focused intently on you.

"Who would believe me, anyhow?"

"... Too true, no one would dream of calling me a liar," he agrees, pulling his waistcoat off and leaving it in a heap on the bureau. His undershirt is the same deep red, intersecting black stripes making a cross across the center of his chest. He rolls his sleeves up, then sets his cane on top of his waistcoat. "Any... sensitivities I should know about?"

"I like being kissed on the neck," you venture, playing it safe for opening bids.

He laughs wickedly, the glow casting light further than it could reach before, his antlers growing another section in size, branching out that much closer to the ceiling. "Oh, Mimzy didn't tell me you'd be so pure. Surely you have something more entertaining than that?"

"You think I do this sort of thing often enough to have an itemized list?"

He tuts at your attempt at banter, removing his shoes and leaving them in the gap under the bed. "I don't have time for experimentation, my dear. I'm asking if you think you can handle what I have to give."

"I've handled everything so far," you smirk.

"Let's see how you handle the best, then," he mutters. With a wave of his hand, a black tentacle rises to wrap around your midsection, pinning you in place. He's climbing onto the bed, teeth bared like an animal seconds from pouncing. There's hunger in his eyes, desperation in his motion, a frantic bent to the way he's starting to falter, his kayfabe crumbling with every push of his knees. He's got your legs open, mounting you, and you can feel something alive and thrashing, barely contained by the slacks tenting away from his midsection. His eyes are narrowed in ravenous anticipation, his hips pressing him into you, etching his longing lengthwise against the fabric of your underwear. You feel your upper teeth against your lip, knowing that despite all your talk, you can't hide how appreciative you are of his straightforward approach.

With a hoarse exhale, he fumbles with his belt, the restraining tentacle slipping southward to yank your panties down. Your eyes catch a glimpse of how prepared you are for what's coming next, the evidence staining a dark spot in the light fabric. The Radio Demon hikes his slacks down to the midsection of his thighs, the tip of his firmness kissing against your entrance, his erratic movements keeping him from slipping in. You take it in your hands, which makes him rear up in ecstasy, a hissing growl punctuating the reaction, and align it directly where it needs to go. With a thrust motivated by nothing more than primal need, he forces himself deep into you, grunting in satisfaction at your breathy gasps when it settles into your apex. He gives you little time to adjust, burying himself into you with harsh, crushing strokes, the red in his eyes leaving a tracer every time you shut your eyes against the force of it. His hands are against your forearms, pinning the both of them on either side, and when your head goes back, he finds the crook of your neck with his teeth, his tongue, his lips, seasoning you with scratches, leaving welts from kisses and bites. They sting like fire, they excite like aphrodisiac.

"Is that what you mean, my dear? Is that what you're looking for?"

You whimper something that sounds close enough to assent for him to grow bolder, making a map of your body, marking a trail, carving canyons, raising landmarks that stand red and pulsing against the canvas of your skin. All this in the throes of his rutting deep into you. It drives you mad, your legs wrapping around his waist, bidding him to see just how much of his mind he can lose.

"God, your fucking taste. It'd be such a shame to just devour you, though. So many uses for the whole." Or maybe you're using the homophone of that word to make him seem kinder.

A flailing hand finds your throat, freeing your arms by necessity. You catch onto the rack of black antlers nearly driving themselves into the headboard, using them for leverage to arch your back. You can't tell if you've irritated or excited him with your little move, but the result is the same; he's pressing you with enough force that you can feel the force of it in your midsection. You're seeing red, the sound of him making a mess of you ringing in your ears, two organs vying for sensations yet to be experienced, every other part of you a mere pretense, a chorus playing ensemble to the true performance. And he's reaching the climax of it, his bucking hips shaking your entire frame. You can feel every shift of his disposition in the bone of his antlers, and you hold on for dear life as his urge rushes into your lower half, filling you with thick heat. You're moaning unconsciously, letting him keep you impaled for as long as it pulses with diminishing vigor, feeling every twitch in his shaft as it empties itself. Finally spent, he releases you, the tentacle unwinding from around your waist. Your fingers, knuckles sore from strain, release his antlers, and you extricate yourselves from one another. You can feel his seed weep from between your legs, your breathing rapid, your skin slick with sweat. He collapses onto his back, his legs still entangled with yours, the fabric of his slacks a strange texture on your drenched skin. Straining, you lift your head up, seeing that despite his exhaustion, his cock hasn't calmed one bit.

"Still... not satisfied?"

"This damnable rut..."

You pull yourself up, your lower half numb and leaving a trail of translucence as you crawl to the space between his legs. You wrap a hand around him, and he breathes a hissing inhale that tapers into a low, long groan.

"I didn't ask you..."

"You look like you're in misery, you really don't want the help?"

"I am in no position to keep going..."

"So let me handle it."

You can see the conflict playing out in his expression, but his hips gently bucking against your hand tell a different tale. "Not a soul can know about this."

You nod your assent, giving the part that needs it more of your attention. It's as lively as when he was frotting it against you, throbbing with want, coated with spend. It makes a marvelous lubricant, the wet sound of skin against slick skin nearly obscuring his quiet moans.

"I couldn't help but notice that you have sensitivities of your own, sir."

"Surely you can't mean..."

Your free hand dances like a bird across the branches in his horns, his vocalizations and submissive thrusts suggesting that you have stricken quite the nerve. He's already oozing pre into your palm, a searching hand walking a blind path between your legs, caressing you in kind. You've got a wild idea, just crazy enough to sound worth doing. There's a real chance you'll never cross each other's path again, might as well indulge. You spot a path that ends in a blunt point in his rack, and take it into your mouth, flitting your tongue against the rough material, firm and tasteless, but eliciting such a response from him that you'd not dare release it. His fingers are stroking you with all the effort they can muster, his thrusts weak but sincere.

"Cannot believe... you're getting away with this," he whines, his voice so submissive compared to the one you first heard that it threatens to send you over the edge. Why not press your luck? You straddle his waist, inching him into you margin by maddening margin. He's got no more clever quips for you, his curled claws clutching fistfuls of ruined bedsheets. The view from on high is a pleasant one. A few more motions, and you feel that sensation alighting in him once again; you're ready to join him. His whimpers go up an octave, the crackling filter in his voice thickening, distorting. For the second time, he climaxes inside of you, your own orgasm arriving in tandem. The both of you cry out, his subdued and sweet, yours unrestrained and carnal. You fold into him, his initial reaction wanting to pull away, but he grants you this favor, letting you find the crook in his neck in parallel. He speaks unfiltered, more as Alastor than as the Radio Demon.

"You know, it can be so hard to find willing assistants for these difficult times. Perhaps I could call on you again, my dear."

Maybe it should be you that owes Mimzy.

#alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor x you #radio demon x reader #the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel

[little-worm-grant]

Spicy Marc: Need You

Marc Spector x You (Fem!Reader)

662 words / 18+ only, no minors

Masterlist.

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Summary: What if Marc had you pinned down and could do whatever he wanted? He's obsessed with you and seems to have only one goal on his mind; getting you off.

Notes: It's just smut to feed the gremlins - it's me, am gremlins.

Warnings: Soft dom Marc kind of, established relationship, teasing, marking, hair pulling, fluff/praise, masturbation, vaginal fingering, edging, orgasm delay.

“You looked like this in a dream I once had. You were beautiful in that too.”

“You’re not the only one that’s dreamed about this.”

You breathe back raggedly. Laid back with him holding you down. His hand pressing into yours.

“Oh?” he lit up. A thrill in knowing he was on your mind. He looked like he wanted to ask about it. He'd need to hear that story some other time. His other hand already sliding down into your underwear as a reward.

Maybe that’s why he left some marks along your neck. Liked the way you squirmed against his thigh between your legs. Liked the way you reacted to him holding your jaw. Liked knowing you were his. You could have playfully swatted him away at any point, but you didn’t. Trusted him to take care of you like he’d promised.

His fingers felt nice stroking over your fluttering cunt, finding them coated in your slick in no time at all. It made his mouth water and dry all at the same time. Your other hand squeezed his as he held it. Little moments of affection. Fingers entwined, squeezing back. Letting you know he was right there with you. Keeping you close to him.

He moved his thumb in a slow back-and-forth motion experimentally over your clit. Enjoying the way your hips rocked to chase the friction. Deep in your heat his middle finger felt the way you twitched and throbbed. Almost begging for more. Crawling up to that cascading bliss.

Your hand found its way into his hair. Tugging him down towards you. Marc hissed a groan and chuckled breathily. You buried your face into his shoulder. Marc tilted his head to press the side of his head into yours. All the moans and whimpers you tried to muffle were music to his ears.

He introduced a second finger to stroke you from the inside out. Thumb picking up pace to see your reaction. Breathing stuttering and his rhythm stumbling when he felt your hand stroke up against his tented boxers. His hand squeezed against yours. Slowing his rhythm so he could concentrate on bringing his head back to look at you. Your stammered words. His name. Almost like a prayer. He was thinking the same thing about your name. Marc could drown in that look you gave him.

“Yeah. That’s it. It's- fuck.” His brain frazzled out as he searched for the words to tell you how perfect this was. Giving up and dipping in to kiss you instead.

“I’m all yours, baby.”

Keeping his mouth pressed on yours. Wanting to swallow any noises you made. His fingers picked the pace up again. Finding that rhythm that you seemed to love. His own body betrayed him with his hips rolling to push himself into your hand. Desperate for any contact you’d give him. A groan against your needy little moans.

He whispered against your lips.

“Getting closer hm? I can tell. Soon. You have no idea how good you feel. Hold it for me.”

He talked you through it. Leaning back to try and read your face when it was too much. Memorizing this moment of you fucking yourself on his fingers.

"Look at you," He'd coo. "Such a good girl." He'd smirk watching you tremble. He’d gently thrust with his wrist and rocked his thumb over your swollen clit in quick succession. His hand held yours tight, grounding you like it was your only lifeline.

“You’re doing so good. I got you. You can let go.”

His hand kept repeating the same motions waiting to feel you lose control of your body. Slowing down the pace and easing up completely off your clit. He peppered more kisses against your lips as you danced somewhere on the moon. Fingers coming up to his lips to clean and give you a moment to recover. The night wasn't over yet for you. Far from it. Marc was just getting started.

#marc spector #moon knight #oscar isaac #marc spector smut #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight smut #marcs pov

[metorea]

Receiving Oral w/ HP Boys

smut below the cut!!! all characters aged up

Harry

♡ More than anything, Harry is nervous. Nervous to mess up, nervous to do poorly- just nervous. 

♡ But this doesn't stop him from trying. Quite contrary, actually, he tries very hard. 

♡ He has never gone down on anyone before, but he has …. done his research. 

♡ He's gentle and cautious at first, but the sounds you're making spur him on like nothing else 

♡ “So good, so so good. You can give me another right?” 

♡ He finds himself quickly drunk with lust, addicted to the reactions he's pulling from you 

♡ You will have to pull him off, because he's not stopping until his jaw locks up. 

Ron 

♡ Weasley's man, I'm telling you. 

♡ This is probably one of the first sexual things you guys do together, period. Just going down on each other. No risk, high reward- what could be better?

♡ He's ever done it before you, but unlike Harry, he is not nervous in the slightest. In fact he is glaringly confident 

♡ For good reason, too. 

♡ Ron is, in a word, ravenous. 

♡ He may be oblivious most of the time, but in this arena, he is not. Quite contrary, he is incredibly in tune with you. Every move you make, every sound that leaves your pretty lips, he's listening and adjusting accordingly 

♡ “Fucking hell,” Is all you'd get from him, once or twice. His mouth is too full for him to say much else. Not that you're complaining. 

Cedric 

♡ Cedric is not a huge fan of oral. He prefers to get to the main event, where you're both feeling good. But seeing how interested you are in it, he's willing to try it. 

♡ And God, is he glad that he did. 

♡ He has you lay down on your back for him while he explores slowly, moving at an agonizing pace

♡ The first time you cum, he's shocked. He'd hardly done anything at all and here you were, a mess. 

♡ It opens up a whole new world of possibilities. 

♡ He watches and enjoys as feather light touches elicit the most extreme reactions from you, taking unbelievable pleasure in the way you're so desperate for him

♡ Yeah, oral becomes a staple of your foreplay from therein. 

George 

♡ He wants this. He wants it an incredible amount. 

♡ You never have to ask. He is ready to go, constantly. 

♡ Under the desk. In a closet. On his bed. On your bed. On Fred's bed. Everywhere. 

♡ George Weasley is absolutely nothing in this world if not a munch. 

♡ And God, is he good at it. Entirely too good at it. It's almost too much, the way he devours you without inhibition. 

♡ You have to push him off when you've finally cum too much for you to handle, and simply can't keep going. Even then he'll try to persuade you to just let him help you clean up, resulting in an eventual round 10. 

♡ “Come on baby, you're okay. Hush pretty girl/boy, one more.” 

Fred

♡ Fred isn't a munch per se. He is, however, a freak. 

♡ He's always looking to try something new, something experimental. 

♡ One day, an idea occurs to him. What if he combined his two favorite things? You on top, and him making you feel good. 

♡ This lands you here, on his face 

♡ Fred LOVES it. He loves the way that he's drowning in you while you rut against him, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pulls you down against him. 

♡ He's looking up at you with greedy eyes while you use his mouth to get off, and he could not be more thrilled.

♡ “Y/N, I told you to sit, not hover. So fucking sit.” 

Draco 

♡ 69 sorry not sorry. 

♡ Draco is a very greedy man. He takes and gives nothing back, as has always been the case. 

♡ Luckily for you, this does not apply to sex … most of the time 

♡ He loves to have you sat on his face while you go down on him so he can feel you struggling to focus, choking on him while you shake against him. 

♡ He makes a game of it, trying to get you to finish before he does. More often than not, he wins 

♡ “Merlin, Y/N. Already? Tsk.” 

Blaise 

♡ He does it to think. I'm not kidding. 

♡ He's stressed out? You're crushing his head between your thighs. He's confused about something? You're sat on his face. 

♡ He uses you as a reassurance, taking pride in the way he can make you feel so, so good. 

♡ If he can control nothing in this world he can control how hard you're cumming on his tongue, amen.

♡ “Lay back.” He'd say, bursting into the room from what you can only assume was a long night, loosening his tie just enough for it to hang on his neck. “You know what I want prince(ss). Help me out, won't you?” 

Tom Riddle 

♡ Like most things with him, it is a ploy. A plot, to make you weak, make you pliable. 

♡ To Tom, there is no position more powerful for him than between your legs, staring up at you while you struggle to create any thoughts whatsoever. And that's exactly how he likes you; totally brainless. 

♡ Unlike the others, though, this is not about your pleasure. He is mean about it, always. More often than not, he goes down on you as a punishment, not a reward 

♡ He withholds orgasms for so long you're crying, shaking against him 

♡ And when he does let you cum, he refuses to let you stop- overstimulating you into a puddle

♡ He's a powerful wizard, he can go all night. And he does. 

♡ “What, it's too much?” Tom asks, raising an eyebrow with a sneer. “That's too bad. You aren't moving until I'm done with you.”

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Requested by: @irissfoot

#cedric diggory #draco malfoy #enzo berkshire #fred weasley #george weasley #harry potter smut #ron weasley #smut imagines #tom riddle #x reader smut

[exhaslo]

Corruption Ch13

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12

Warning: Minors DNI, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship/relationship? SMUT, Oral (m-receiving), grinding

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One Month, Twenty Days Until D-Day

"Miguel, I said I'm fine now. No need to keep me on a lease," You said with a low whine.

"Every time I let you out of my sight, you seem to get injured. I can't have my little Spider escape again." Miguel grunted.

Hiding your flustered cheeks, you pouted towards Miguel. He could be so stubborn sometimes. Then again, he wasn't wrong either. You didn't want to admit it, but you were still aching in pain from your fight with Goblin.

"Alright," You huffed, resting your head against his shoulder.

Miguel had you sitting on his lap, his arm firmly around your waist. He was absorbed in his work, grunting to your small comments here and there. It brought a smile to your face. Miguel seemed so cruel but cared so much.

"Miguel, how come you don't want to at least take my blood sample anymore? You were so adamant before." You asked out of curiosity.

"Because once I knew it was you, I knew you wouldn't like it."

"Awe~"

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What a fucking lie.

"I know how much you dislike my experiments," Miguel continued, sweetening his words, "I wouldn't want my little Spider afraid of me anymore than she is now."

"Awe~ Miguel~" You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck, "I was never afraid of you! Concerned, yes, but not afraid!"

Too easy.

"Hn, but I do hope you tell me how this happened. I am a scientist, after all, I have a curiosity to feed."

"You have to promise you won't get mad,"

Lord, you looked adorable with your little pout. Miguel couldn't help but give you a lazy stare, holding back the urge to bend you against his desk and fuck you. Miguel was craving you, but he had to wait. He needed to make sure it was safe for him to take his injection.

"I promise," Miguel sighed, already knowing everything.

He just wanted to distract himself from work and entertain you. Grunt lowly as you fixed yourself against his lap, Miguel gripped your waist. These frustrating human urges had to wait. Miguel was giving himself a harsh slow burn at this rate.

"Well, remember that day when your Spiders got loose...One bit me and I accidently killed it. It was the same day I fainted," You whispered nervously.

"Ah, so that's how it happened,"

"I'm sorry," You gave a small frown. Miguel leaned forward to peck your lips,

"I promised I wouldn't be mad, remember? Instead, you can make it up to me by showing me what you could do. A little show,"

Perhaps he should go into acting? Miguel leaned back in his seat, impressed by his own skills. It was either that or you being too gullible. Your love for him blinded you in many ways that Miguel thoroughly enjoyed.

Watching you give him your own little runway show, Miguel couldn't help but chuckle. Your blood was being used right now to make several of his new injections. He was going to use it on more prisoners or willing test subjects. Which ever was the successful injection...

Miguel will kill them.

Only the two of you were allowed to bear humanity's future. Miguel was not going to risk another person poisoning his plan. Only Miguel could rule, with you as his trophy.

"Okay, this part really freaked me out at first, buuuuuut, I got used to it." You chirped, showing your organic webs.

"Let me see," Miguel motioned you closer.

You as his pet. His trophy. His obedient wife. Honestly, Miguel was lucky that it was you and not some random woman. Just the thought of you crying annoyed Miguel. He would have probably made you super powered in that case as well.

"Fascinating." Miguel hummed, holding your wrist.

"W-Wait...I didn't think it...would be this sensitive," You whimpered, trembling as Miguel stroked your wrist.

"Perhaps you just are," Miguel chuckled, watching you fall apart, "I believe I recall you mentioning better stamina? That isn't what it seemed like when my fingers were inside you."

"H-Hah, M-Miguel...Don't say things like that...out loud," You whimpered. Miguel pulled you closer,

"Hm? Are you getting wet just by me saying it? What a naughty girl,"

"Mhm, Miguel~"

"Show me how sorry you are."

Miguel resisted a chuckle as you whined and got down on your knees. He motioned you under his desk and watched you crawl over before undoing his belt. Ah, how perfect you looked. Your lustful gaze just begging for him.

Miguel inhaled deeply the moment you started to stroke his cock. How nice this felt. Returning to his work, Miguel resisted a chuckle as he watched the time. Any second now his next meeting should arrive. Oh, how cruel Miguel was.

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Was today finally going to be the day? You eagerly got on your knees under his desk and started to please Miguel. He was driving you insane with all this teasing. As you undid his belt, you kept glancing up at Miguel.

Ugh, the eye contact made you melt.

Taking his cock out, you pouted as you started to stroke his shaft. Oh, what you would do to have this inside you. To have Miguel ravish you and make you his. Gosh, you had a dirty and unhealthy mind. This man was straying you from good!

Dazed as you glanced up at Miguel, you swirled your tongue against his cock, hoping for praise. Miguel rested his hand against your head, stroking it as you treated him. Your thumb pressing his tip slightly as you felt him twitch from your tongue.

"Good girl,"

Oh, those words made your panties soaked. Bringing your lips to his tip, you hummed as you twirled your tongue against it. Miguel only grunted in response before he started to type away. This made you frown since you wanted his attention.

Taking his cock in your mouth, you closed your eyes to the bitter taste as you started to suck. As you were getting into the groove, you flinched as you heard the doors open.

"Good morning, sir. I've brought the files you requested."

"Hm, you're late. I should have had these before I walked in." Miguel spat.

You were shaking as you slowly moved your mouth away from Miguel's dick. Why didn't he tell you he had a meeting? Gasping quietly, you felt Miguel's hand press your head back to his cock. Oh, he was mean. Biting your lower lip, you returned to sucking Miguel off.

"Did you get the other thing I requested?" Miguel asked.

"Yes...Sir, not to sound rude, but why couldn't you have gotten (Y/N) to do it?" The man questioned.

You flinched at the mention of your name.

"Are you telling me how to handle my own assistant?" Miguel chuckled darkly, his cock twitching more as you fasten your pace, "(Y/N) is doing something far more important than the task I've given you. Now, I suggest you leave before I get anymore angry."

"...Yes, sir..."

Feeling your eyes water as Miguel's cock hit the back of your throat, you tried to breathe through you nose. You were waiting for the other associate to leave. Hearing the door shut, you whined as Miguel's hand returned your head.

"Now, now. Kept going while I had someone in here, how bold." Miguel teased, moving your head at a faster pace, "I might have to reward you after all."

Ah, those words made you quiver. Wincing as you felt Miguel hold your head down, you moaned as he grunted and cummed in your mouth. You swallowed hard and coughed as you moved your head away from his cock.

"You're....so....mean," You whined.

Miguel just chuckled lowly as he wiped your face. He pulled you onto his lap, adoring how easily you caved for him. How easy it was to turn the city's hero into his little sex doll.

"But, you did hide your secret from me for a while,"

"Miguel~" You cried softly.

Why was he tormenting you like this so much? Grinding yourself against his still exposed cock, you whimpered and begged into his ear. Miguel held your waist, just grunting and groaning to your attempts.

"Now, now. You were just being a good little Spider," Miguel said with a sigh, fixing your skirt, "I'll give you a taste."

You gasped as Miguel placed you on his desk. He lifted your skirt and started to rub his cock against your panties. You knew that Miguel wanted you to wear more skirts, was this the reason? To torment and tease you?

"M-Mig-" You whimpered a moan as he rubbed against your clit.

"Hm? Want my fingers instead?"

"Hah~ N-No~"

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Miguel could see the tears in your eyes with every stroke. You were desperate, ready to cum. Miguel was tormenting himself as well. Moving you panties aside, Miguel groaned lowly as he rubbed his cock directly against your dripping cunt.

"H-Hah~ Ah~" You cried out, shaking in pleasure.

Miguel held your legs as he easily moved his hips. The thoughts of getting you pregnant were oh so delicious. Your moans were music to his ears. Just the thought of anyone else being in your shoes angered Miguel.

You were the only one for him.

"M-Miguel~" You moaned, arching your back as his dick hit your clit, causing you to cum.

"Heh, some stamina." Miguel teased once more.

"P-Please, Miguel...P-Please put it inside," You begged.

Miguel had to bite the inside of his cheek. Your pussy was making a wet mess on his desk as it clenched to nothing but air. If Miguel had a condom, he might just give into your advances. Shit, who would have thought that he was now going crazy over you?

"I can't, just behave." Miguel hissed.

Putting you on your stomach, Miguel pressed your legs together and squeezed his dick between them. You gasped and cried out as Miguel slapped his hips against your ass, giving you rough thrusts against your drenched cunt.

He wasn't fucking you, but he was giving you an experience. Miguel held your arms behind your back as he enjoyed the feeling of his dick between your legs.

Soon.

Your moans were filling his office as Miguel kept attacking your clit. Grunting lowly as you cam again, Miguel released your arms to hold your waist.

Soon.

Groaning your name lowly, Miguel took a moment as he cam between your legs. You body still twitching as he moved away, admiring the view.

Soon.

Grabbing some napkins, Miguel proceeded to clean himself up. He then moved onto you, watching you sweat and pant for air. If this was the state you were in now, Miguel couldn't wait to see what would happen when he actually fucked you.

Miguel stroked your cheek, kissing you for a job well done. You were making a mess of him. Once you were clean, you promptly returned to his lap, quietly sitting in place until Miguel requested for your help once more.

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Aaron sat in the lunchroom, watching some of the workers acting out. Everyone knew it was the effects of Rapture. It was almost that time of month for those affected associates to get their dosage of Rapture.

"Psst, I've told some of the others. They're willing to give you some of their supply for this month."

"Thanks, that's more than enough to do the job." Aaron whispered back. The other worked scoffed, sitting beside him,

"You're insane for trying this."

"The only way to stop a villain is to give him his just desserts."

"And how will you do it?"

"I'll just have to ask (Y/N) a favor,"

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[lillysdreaminnn]

Scared.

Pairing; aaron hotchner x gn!reader

Warnings; Aaron crying (yes this is a warning because i hate seeing this man cry and I know you do too), angst, a lil bit of fluff in the end, no mentions of readers gender, no use of y/n, Aaron is a bit of an ass, brief mention of Haley's death

Summary; Aaron comes home from an exhausting case that's taken a toll on him.

A/n; it's like 3am and this idea popped in my head and I just had to get it out of my system, so I apologise if this is ass 🥰 plus it's a long one so buckle up babes

You were lounging on your couch, in yours and Aaron's apartment, watching whatever whack TV show was playing.

Aaron had called you a few hours before, letting you know that they were on their way back, and you made it your mission to stay up until he was home.

Just like you always did.

You were about to fail though, as you felt the tiredness hit you like a truck and your eyelids started feeling heavier by the second.

All that went away when you heard keys jiggling in the lock, making you jump up excitedly.

To say you had missed Aaron would be an understatement, having not seen him in a week and a half.

The door opened to reveal your beloved boyfriend looking exhausted, as he always did when coming home.

Immediately you knew that the case he had been working in was terrible and had taken a toll on him, so you decided to give him a moment before even talking.

He just mumbled a greeting and let his bag drop to the floor, the object making a loud thud as it hit the ground.

He tossed his keys on the counter and walked to the rest of the apartment, not even giving you a smile or a kiss; which was very unlike him.

Working in the BAU taught him to appreciate every little moment he had with you. So whenever he came back from work and whatnot, he'd kiss you and hold you while telling you how much you mean to him and how he missed you terribly.

Deciding not to bother him with complaints and asks of what was wrong, you walked to the living room and smiled at the sight.

He had taken his suit jacket off and was sitting in a man spread with his sleeves rolled up; looking as comfortable as one can.

You walked over to him and sat next to him, curling up by his side.

Usually, he'd wrap an arm around you and press a kiss to your head, if he didn't feel like talking.

If he did feel like talking, he'd move you so he could lay his head in your lap and just let it all out while you ran your fingers through his hair.

This time, he did none.

He - gently - shoved you away from him, not even batting an eye.

To say you were shocked would be an understatement.

Then, as if nothing happened, he got up and walked to the liquor cabinet, pouring himself some whiskey.

When he sat back down next to you, he continued staring at the TV, as if you weren't there, completely heartbroken and confused.

You wanted to talk, you really did; but what were you gonna say?

"Honey...?" You experimentally said softly, reaching out to touch him, just for him to back away slightly.

So he did hear you.

"What?" He just grumbled, not even looking at you.

"Are you okay?" You asked softly, keeping tone gentle and sweet, wanting him to know that it was okay to open up.

"Fine." He mumbled again, downing his drink in one sip. "You sure?" You asked again, wanting him to be sure that he could talk.

Apparently to him that was offensive.

"Damnit, I said I'm fine!" He suddenly yelled, turning to look at you for the first time since he got home.

You put your hands up in surrender and got off the couch.

His yelling - more like the aftermath - made you think of the dishes you had left for tomorrow, as you needed to get your mind off his behaviour.

"Where's the rest of the whiskey?" Aaron asked suddenly, while you busied yourself with the dishes.

"Oh, that was the last of it, hun. I'll go get some tomorrow if you want." You smiled at him, wiping yours hands on a towel.

"One thing. I need one thing when I come home after being away for a fucking week and we don't even have that! The hell have you been doing since I left? You know that I always have a drink when I get back!"

Aaron snapped, running a hand through his dark hair. You were left dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

He had never, ever, yelled at you like that.

"I... I'm sorry. I guess it slipped my mind." You stumbled over your words from the sheer shock and sadness washing over you.

Tears welled in your eyes and you tried your hardest to fight them off, but couldn't. Many people cry when others yell after all and you were one of them.

Who isn't, honestly?

Aaron just scoffed, "Yeah, okay, cry now." He mumbled before leaving his glass on the counter and walking off.

Your jaw dropped to the floor, the towel still in your hand, as you tried to comprehend what had just happened.

Seeing as you didn't want to see Aaron for a while, and he obviously didn't want to see you, you continued with the dishes.

Hours later you walked to your bedroom, ready to sleep, but abruptly stopped when you heard the familiar soft sobs and whimpers of your boyfriend.

He was crying.

You immediately opened your bedroom door and walked over to him, sitting down next to Aaron and pulling him in your arms.

He didn't try to fight it or shove you off him this time, thankfully.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to tell at you or be mean, I really didn't." He sobbed in your arms, turning so he could bury his face in your neck.

"Shhh, it's okay. It's okay." You cooed, rubbing soothing circles on his back as you kissed his head. "Do you want to talk about it?" You asked softly, but Aaron shook his head no, just crying.

Gently, you leaned back, so you two were laying down, with Aaron on top you. His head was still buried between your neck and shoulder and his arms wrapped around your waist.

"I love you so much." He mumbled, still sobbing. "I'm so scared, my love... So scared." Aaron cried as you held his shaking body, still a little dumbfounded.

"Why are you scared, Aaron? What happened?" You asked quietly, running your fingers through his hair.

"That I'm gonna lose you."

He finally brought his head up, laying on his pillow. His eyes and nose were red and more tears were rolling down his pretty face.

You wiped them away with the pads of your thumbs and kissed his cheeks; where the tears previously were.

"I see so much every day and all I think about is how I don't want to lose you to this. This job, the long hours, the horrors I bring home with me, the risks; everything. But more importantly I don't want to lose you to them."

Aaron said with a shaky voice, making you even sadder than you already were.

He didn't have to specify what he meant by them as you already knew what he meant. He didn't want to lose you to whatever he haunting; just like it happened with Haley.

"You won't lose me, Aaron. To any of it. When we got together, I knew what I was getting myself into and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love that you're so dedicated to your job and I absolutely love that you don't let it get between us. Now as for... Them; you still won't. I promise."

You spoke quietly again, your hand caressing Aaron's cheek sweetly as you promised him all that, a small smile on your lips.

"You promise? You promise that you won't leave me?" He asked with a quivering bottom lip.

You nodded and promised him.

Then he put up his pinky, holding it out to you. Now, you weren't gonna laugh at your boyfriend crying about losing you, but that took you out.

You just laughed and wrapped your pinky around his.

"You can't break pinky promises; I hope you know that." Aaron mumbled with a small smile, as the tears finally stopped running.

"I know, I know." You smiled, kissing his knuckles, as you brought his hand to your lips.

Aaron just smiled and brought you into his arms, holding you tightly as the events of the day took over him and he started falling asleep.

You felt a gentle kiss on your temple and heard Aaron mumble a quiet "I love you." Before falling asleep, holding you securely.

You smiled to yourself and sighed contently, falling asleep as well, your head on his chest.

"I love you too."

a/n; holy shit this came out way longer than expected omfg

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #thomas gibson #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotch x you #hotch x reader

[celestewritesstuff]

Dottore - Experimental

In which you, the reader, is needed for a more special experiment, but Dottore cannot contain himself near you.

cw: afab reader, manipulation, usage of sex drugs, uhhh that should be all

enjoy :)

i speedwrote this bad boy. not my best work but my child nonetheless

It is rumored that Dottore has a long list of subjects he uses, and that each can be disposed of and another can take its place in the blink of an eye. Every one of them is replaceable and isn’t needed for any unique qualities they may have. This is a ‘fact’ amongst the ranks of the fatui. But Dottore and his inner circle know the truth. To put it simply, yes these rumors can be true for his insignificant experiments that need just any living being to be used, but for his more specific tests, he has a shorter list. This shorter list includes his stronger subjects, the ones that can really take it, the ones that don’t question anything because if they did that would be the end of them. You were on said list.

Being on this list had its perks. You had a private room (for being a test subject was your entire life), private wing of the lab for you and your colleagues, and a personal connection to Dottore himself. Of course, he saw no significance in this and only used the connection from his end, and only when he needed you. Although, the list had its major drawbacks no matter how many perks there were. Such as experiments on more… private areas of your life, ones you had not explored yet.

“I- I don’t think I quite understand, Lord Harbinger…” You stammered from across Dottore’s desk. He had just called you to his office, and nerves sprung to your gut when you saw the expression of a fellow experimentee as they left the room.

“(y/n), it’s not that hard of a request. I’m testing a new aphrodisiac, for torture purposes. So I need you to drink it and test it on yourself. It's quite simple, really. Just drink this," He shoved a test tube filled with pink-hued liquid into your hands, "And let it run its course. I don't care how you take care of yourself."

Your heart hammered in your chest. There was no reasonable way that, if you tried to deny him, you would make it out alive. But you'd never explored this part of your body much before; never had you had any sexual experiences, nor had to take care of yourself too many times. Hell, your relationships never strayed further from the private wing. Yet here Dottore was asking you to do what you considered the unthinkable.

But again, who were you to deny his command?

So that's where you found yourself lying naked on top of your bed, aphrodisiac in hand about to be consumed, and Dottore sitting behind a desk which you presumed was brought in when you weren't aware. Earlier that day, when he handed you the assignment, he apparently felt no need to tell you that he would be watching your every move whilst you were under the influence of a sex drug. Of course, he never thought to take measures for your feelings. Hence the fact that he sat behind his desk. A notepad was placed before him, as was a pen. His arms were crossed as he leaned back in his chair. Although you could not see his expression, he seemed stiff. Something was bothering him but you dared not speak to him.

"Drink it," He said. Chills ran down your spine; the tone he spoke in was a turn on in itself, not to mention the fact you were bare for his eyes to see. You nodded obediently as he watched the liquid fall over your lips. His chest rose and fell quickly.

His heart began to race as his excitement grew. Maybe this was just an opportunity to see you beg for his touch. Maybe for you to be molded into his personal toy. You clearly had never been touched before, but it was highly unprofessional for him to just take you when we wanted to. This experiment was the perfect opportunity for him to take you. His breathing sped up. As you clearly began to feel the effects, his eyes strained to pick up your every move.

You, on the other hand, began to feel hot. Your body practically sizzled with the heat radiating off of you, and suddenly you were a little thankful you had no clothes on for you would be removing them in front of him anyways. Your inner thighs and close began to tingle and you dreaded when your self control would well, lose control. If anyone else was sitting in front of your figure, you would have protested. But the pillow resting behind your upper body positioned you so you would have no mistake seeing the man in front of you.

"Let your body do what it needs to in order to take care of yourself. I don't want you holding back." His voice almost cracked. His legs shifted, as did his hands, to hide his growing hard-on that rose. It didn't help that your hands indeed began to roam in fear of a punishment if they did not. He exhaled loudly again, watching your fingertips glide up and down your midsection as your head rested back, eyes screwed shut.

His coat came off at some point. You didn't know when, but sometime between your hands touching your breasts and sliding down to between your folds he lost control of himself. His figure stood up from the table abruptly with a loud crash and your hands froze. You almost forgot he was there; your blissful pleasure made you almost forget your surroundings and woke you up from the hazy sleep-like state you were in. He stalked toward you. His eyes were still covered, but anyone with common sense could tell his predatory senses were kicking in. And you were his prey. You cowered in your spot, too scared to move, too scared to think. But it made you need him. He thrust his figure on top of yours and grabbed your hands.

"I can't wait to feel you cum around me. And I'm not waiting any longer," He began to take out his throbbing cock, in all its glory. Precum dripped from the tip. If you weren't already soaking for him, the sight of him before you flooded you. His lips landed on yours quickly in an already heated kiss as the experimental side of the night flew out the door.

He guided himself to your opening carefully. He didn't want to break you the first time you ever had sex, at least physically break you. Slowly, he slid in. The stretch was painful for you, he knew that, but by the gods he was not stopping. You squeezed him so perfectly that he couldn't possibly stop. Your walls, no matter how tight, slowly adjusted to his length as he filled you to the brim. You broke the kiss to moan loudly and he swore he could have climaxed right then and there. Your sweet voice, the few times he heard it, made him want to do the purely sinful. Therefore here he was; sinning.

His thrusts began rapidly pistoning in and out of you as your body grew to accept his presence inside. His veins dragged along your walls as he reaped moans and screams from your throat. His pace sped up quickly. He was built up. Every moment he saw you he wanted to absolutely destroy you, and now he was finally getting to. The bliss of this moment blinded him to your pleasure, and the aphrodisiac blinded you to common sense. His release was soon. You felt it. He sped up, and he was tense as his teeth traveled to your neck to hide his groans. He bit down hard as his cum spurted inside your walls and you climaxed around him. Your back arched and legs shook as you soared through your high and he continued to harshly thrust into you until he collapsed.

After a few moments of him catching his breath, you gently squeezed his bicep that you were holding onto beforehand.

"Please, more..." You quietly murmured, the drug still in your system.

He chuckled and readjusted himself above you, preparing to slide back in.

"Of course."

#dottore smut #il dottore smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin dottore smut #harbinger smut

[mayaree-darling]

YANDERE FATUI/HARBINGER SCARA>>>>>>>

The way he would kill anyone who would even look at you, if their someone in the fatui or Harbingers he will try and make their life hell (and he would succeed) wether you know his actions or not

Perhaps it’s fear, admiration, love, it doesn’t matter it’s the way you look at him the way he knows your calling to him, your his

I LOVE THE WHOLE HARBINGER, AND YANDERE AESTHETIC FOR SCARA

From aree: hard agree with you, anon. Harbinger Scara as a Yandere just hits all the right boxes. Hope you don't mind me writing a short lil bit right here. I sort of hyperfixated on the staring thing.

tw for implied human experimentation and slight body horror

always watching// yandere!scaramouche

Scaramouche seems to get lost in his own thoughts a lot, staring off into the distance.

The Fatui grunts know better than to approach him when he's stuck in his own head. None of them can exactly tell whether he's simply bored at the moment or he's planning another murder that would change the course of history, but either way, getting close while he's thinking does not bode anyone well.

Currently, they've taken to noticing that his eyes always seem to find their way to you when he's deep in thought. His eyes are a burning glare, almost willing with focus alone for your very body to combust into a flurry of flames on the spot.

But of course, you stay safely intact, Scaramouche is left to stew in his self-imposed hatred for you and anyone bearing witness to all this tries their best to steer clear of the angered Harbinger whilst wondering what you did to earn such negative emotions. However, there are those who notice that his anger is not exactly aimed at you, but more so what you're doing.

Because once your attention is on Scaramouche, it's as if all the anger fizzles out - his face could be carefully blank or a smirk or a cruel laugh. The anger only comes back full force when you're looking away. Some of the grunts have taken to wondering: is he pretending to be cordial with you, while sending you hateful looks when your back is turned? He must hate you, right? But that didn't make sense, Scaramouche didn't even bother to hide his disdain for the other Harbingers, so why make the effort for you?

Why is he glaring at you like that?

Scaramouche hates it when your attention is on someone else. Thankfully, none have made the connection. But even if they did, they'd sooner use the knowledge to their advantage before saying it to his face. So for now, as far as he knows, you and the Fatui are none the wiser.

He hates it. Why? Just why? Surely, you can tell he wants to keep talking to you, even when he spits insult after insult, telling you your very presence was annoying, how you keep wasting his time with small talk when you can just get to the point. But you don't. There's a limit to how much of his disdain you can take, and when you walk away from him to continue your other duties, only then does he realize he has spread too much of himself to leave some room for you. But it's too late. And he does it again and again. You'll come back to him again, he'll insult you again, and you'll leave… again.

If there's anything he's thankful for it's that you still keep coming back, so surely, you feel an ounce of whatever he feels for you as well? Why else would you come back to him only to be ridiculed to hell and back? Yes, surely you love him. Even if it's just a fraction, it's a fragment Scaramouche is willing to guard with his life until he can take more of it.

So when he notices that some people have started occupying your time more and more, well, he's not thrilled, at the very least.

He thought he made peace with that fact a long time ago. Of course you need to talk to other people. Humans are social creatures that thrive off of the interactions they make day by day. It was annoying, but he could let it go. Until he realized the more time you spent with them, the less he got with you.

The realization kicked in when he approached you while you were talking to a Fatui skirmisher. You nod at him and he opens his mouth to say something before you immediately turn back to continue your previous conversation. He gapes for a second, for the first time caught off-guard by your actions, before he's gritting his teeth and snapping at you. The Fatui skirmisher makes an escape for it the moment they find an opening - Scaramouche will be sure to give them a fitting punishment later - before he turns to you and all the fire is put out once more. Your expression is confused and he'd be lying if he said the small fear he sees in your eyes makes him uneasy.

He staves off from seeing you for a while as he cools his head, but that idea backfired hard when he all but ran around Zapolyarny Palace looking for you. When you greet him again, like nothing was ever wrong, Scaramouche makes a promise to himself. It's not like you were the problem. He sees the way you smile at others and he's sure against all doubt that it's emptier compared to when you talk to him. It's everyone else. Everyone else was the problem.

Besides, it's not like he can stop you from whatever you were doing. If he did, you'd start acting differently toward him, too. Your smile would drop whenever he was in the area. You'd wear simpler clothes when you were with him. You'd lose your voice whenever he was in your line of sight. So no, making you stop was not part of the solution.

He just had to make everyone else stop.

Scaramouche thinks they are underestimating how he watches. He has his eyes on you, yes, but that doesn't mean he is no longer aware to what happens around the two of you. He's not all that concerned, however, not anymore. Years of patience has taught him well how to deal with humans. He is well prepared for small little hiccups such as this. He won't hurt them, oh no, not yet. The Fatui needs as many of its people in tip top shape as much as possible, so he can't lay a hand on them.

All is fair outside the organization, however.

Whoever has found themselves under his watchful gaze will discover a lovely little package waiting back home for them. Inside, they will find two perfectly preserved eye balls bobbling up and down in a glass case of unidentified liquid. Scaramouche thinks its a fun game for the offender - how long will it take for them to find out which loved one the eyes belong to? (He should thank the Doctor for extracting the eyes from the host so flawlessly. He just hopes the mad man kept his promise and returned the person where they were last found, and not confined them into another experiment table. Then again, he couldn't care less what comes after. He wipes his hands clean from that.)

It's a threat and a warning all rolled into one gift, tied together tightly with a bow not unlike Scaramouche's love for you. The message is clear.

Keep your eyes to yourself.

Pretty soon, almost any and every grunt notices Scaramouche's eyes on you. But in the rare chance that the anger is not there, and there is only you, his eyes seem to say only one thing.

Look at me.

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Taglist: 💛@wonpielle 💜@shikanosn

🌙 Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and belong to their respective creators. Their portrayal is merely my own interpretation of them and may not be accurate to their intended characterization. I stake no claim to the original works, only to the ideas and plot of the fictitious stories I’ve written them into.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact scaramouche #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact reader insert #yandere scaramouche #yandere scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x reader

[mrstsugikuni]

Do you think you could write some yandere headcanons for Hantengu’s four main clones please?

Yes I can! <3

Warnings: Kidnapping, violent behavior, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, and hantengus clones 😍💞

Sekido

• Due to be angry he'd probably be the one that would always get violent towards you if you try to escape or don't do what he asked.

• A Big downgrader and probably says a lot of harsh words.

• He's disappointed he fell in love with a mortal out of all things so he gets angry a lot and might end up taking it out on you.

• He'll realize what he did later on and would end up showering you in lots of hugs but would still say a bit of threats is he thinks you're thinking about taking advantage of this side of him.

• He cares about you a lot, but doesn't want you to see his weaknesses and take advantage of him and run away.

• Would love to be more comfortable around you but can't afford it until he knows you're all his forever.

• He'll eventually start getting manipulative due to desperation.

• He'll make you feel extremely guilty for all the things you've said to him and for all the times you've tried to escape.

• Eventually you will begin to gain feelings for your captor and will feel dependent on him for everything.

• He's officially gained all the control he needed in order to make you his and now he can do whatever he wants without you complaining. You're his.

Karaku

•This man oh lord.

• He has had his eyes on you for quite some time and has been looking for the right time to kidnap you.

• He waited for the night you were officially alone and away from everyone and when he knew you were he swiftly picked you up and ran off to an abandoned cabin.

• He would keep you in a dark room and talk to you in the shadows, even if you were throwing a lot of insults at him, cause he knew that wouldn't last long.

• He would probably give you punishment by not allowing you to eat for a night or until you learned to behave.

• He would also be the type to praise you just to make you feel better and slowly fall further into his trap or degrade you just for his own pleasure.

• He would definitely be the type to give you lots of physical affection and sometimes would get to touchy but stops himself and sticks with his little plan.

• little by little you will slowly begin to enjoy these moments with him and enjoy his affection.

• You'd want to be by his side all the time.

• He was so happy to see his plan worked and he was able to make you his.

• He was never gonna let you go, you would never know anything of the outside world you would only know of him and him alone.

Aizetsu

• Manipulative asf

• Would always guilt trip you.

• Would always tell you things like "No one loves you the way I do." "You would be a nobody without me." "You don't think I care? Because I don't let you outside?... Why would you NEED to go out there.. after everything I've given you... And yet... You still can't accept what I've done.. That's just selfish of you."

• Would probably tell you false things about the outside world to make you wanna stay.

• He wouldn't be able to punish you, he couldn't bring himself to, so he'll just continue to be manipulative and make you feel so guilty you'll tell him sorry over and over again and hug him until he's satisfied with your reaction.

• As time goes by you'll start believing him and what he tells you and you'll believe you were meant for him and only him.

• He'll be much for affectionate towards you and would let you take walks with him outside but you have to hold his hand and stay by his side.

Urogi

• Would take a lot of joy in your constant tantrums to let you go, but would only pat your head and tell you no.

• He'd probably be a little experimental with you because he wants to see your reaction on different things.

• Would definitely be affectionate towards you even if you tell him to leave you alone.

• Loves giving you kisses like lots of kisses.

• He loves seeing you struggle to escape from his tight grasp around you.

• Would definitely wrap his wings around you if he felt like you were cold.

• Punishment would be sorta brutal, He would fly you up into a huge tree and set you on a thin like branch it can hold you perfectly but if you move it will start breaking. You'll have to beg and cry for him to save you and won't until he gets a apology for your little mistakes.

• One day you'll walk up to him while he's sitting down doing nothing and just sit in his lap and cuddle him. He'd be shocked at first but begins to enjoy this new side of you.

• Loves you're finally starting to understand where your place is and who you belong to.

Hope this was good enough! This is actually my first time writing headcanons and I think I did really good so I hope this is what you wanted and hope you enjoyed <3

#yandere headcanons #hantengu x reader #hantengu clones #demon slayer #upper moons x reader #upper moons #kny x you #swordsmith village arc #kimetsu no yaiba

[esamastation]

Shizuroth, part twenty-two

Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one

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Professor Hojo is in the middle of an important experiment, when an overly excitable technician from the SOLDIER floors calls in to disturb him.

"Professor, I am very sorry for disturbing you, sir, but you need to see this!"

That is such an uninformative, insipid thing to say that Hojo mistakenly gives the man the benefit of the doubt and expects him to say more, to explain himself. When the man doesn't, he scoffs. "See what? Be more specific!"

"Yes, sir, sorry, sir - it's SOLDIER First Class, Sephiroth - he's in the training room."

Useless! "Sephiroth is often training, that is hardly anything to get excited over."

"Sir, by our estimation he's held a sustained Limit Break state for the past twenty-five minutes! And he isn't fighting!"

Hojo perks up at that. "Was he fighting when the Limit Break began?"

"No, sir, he's just, sort of… swinging his sword around? There's no enemy AI, he hasn't been in active combat at all!"

And yet he entered a Limit Break state? Sustaining it for twenty five minutes? Setting aside the utter incompetence of the tech for not calling him earlier, Hojo strokes his chin. Limit Break is caused by stress in life and death situations - a surge of strong emotions activates certain chemicals in the brain, which in turn push the body into a higher state of alertness and cause it to use all potential avenues for survival. It can increase a person's power output on all fronts, even doubling it - but only for a brief moment in time. Longer than that, and the muscle strain alone becomes detrimental.

It is a primitive instinct, a last ditch effort in the face of death, which Mako exposure has made slightly more commonplace in humans - and very commonplace in SOLDIERs. Mako acts as a natural stress trigger - and at the same time it acts as a well of power for SOLDIERs in Limit Break to use.

Much research had gone into intentional activation of the Limit Break state, with less than satisfactory results. If Sephiroth has figured out how to trigger the state outside combat…

"I'm on the way," Hojo says. "Do not tell him and do not let him leave."

"Yes, sir!" the overly excitable technician cries, and Hojo snaps his PHS shut.

As he strides to the elevator, Hojo considers the reports he had gotten, of Sephiroth's unusual activity in the last two days. Request for time off, unusual purchases, shopping trip with Hollander's failed project… coping mechanisms, he'd thought with disappointment. Sephiroth had dealt with the incident with a disheartening show of what could only be called mental weakness, striving for some semblance of control by spending money on frivolity. 

But though an unusual reaction from Sephiroth, Hojo has seen worse, and so he'd been satisfied letting it slide, for now. If the usual behaviour continues it might require correcting, but only if it affects overall performance, and results are still pending. Further observation is needed.

The elevator carries him down to the SOLDIER floor, and he finds it unpleasantly busy. There is a crowd in front of the training room, SOLDIER Seconds and Thirds vying for a view inside. They're almost all babbling amongst themselves.

"He never trains here - I thought the virtual scenarios were kinda beneath him."

Yes, Hojo thinks with some satisfaction, they usually are. Though Hojo had been thinking about adding to the programming, to bring the virtual training chamber up to actually usable standards, for now it has very little to offer for someone like Sephiroth, a truly superior specimen.

"Do you think they're recording him? Do you think we'll get to see the recordings?!"

A very worthy thought, it's good to see there's some sense among the experimental subjects. There is much the lower ranks of SOLDIER could learn from Sephiroth.

"Did you see what he was wearing?" 

Bah. "Will all of you move!" Professor Hojo says, irritated now, and watches with a displeased curl of his mouth as the SOLDIERs finally notice him. "You are in my way."

"Professor Hojo!"

"The professor is here!"

"How scary -"

"Sorry, Professor -"

Hojo waits until they've cleared the way, wondering if he should take a firmer hand in the program. Clearly standards have been slipping since the time he was directing the program personally. Sadly, he doesn't have time to manage grunts these days, there's much more valuable work to be done, but perhaps a message to Deusericus would set things to rights.

Something to deal with later.

Hands clasped behind his back, Hojo enters the training room observatory. The technicians both quickly rush to greet him, and he waves them off, walking up to the viewing window.

Sephiroth is performing Wutai sword forms, slowly moving between stances and attacks, with all the grace and precision Hojo has come to expect from him.

And he is, indeed, putting off enough energy for a Limit Break - even though the holographic setting, the glow around him is visible.

"What have you recorded?" Hojo asks, narrowing his eyes.

"Everything from the moment he entered, sir," the overeager technician tells him while the other one fumbles with a pad, handing over the latest printout. "His level is showing in the low fifties range!"

Low fifties? "Then he's not at Limit Break," Hojo scowls, scanning through the readings.

"But, sir, the signature glow -"

"Sephiroth's resting level is forty eight," Hojo says impatiently. "His Limit Breaks regularly go to the upper seventies and beyond. Whatever this is, it's not a Limit Break."

But it is most definitely something. The energy output of Sephiroth's little session started uneven and then slowly levelled out as he continued. It had even decreased, which normally would be cause for concern, but seeing the steady, regular energy output now…

Hojo smiles, feeling the beginnings of a giggle in his gut. 

Clearly, Sephiroth is figuring something out about himself and his enhancements. He has unlocked a new ability, a sixth sense, perhaps even a whole different way of controlling energy. Something he inherited from his mother, but wasn't yet able to use.

There is only one explanation. The incident in the lab has pushed Sephiroth forward. The excess Mako or the moment he was technically dead - one or both together had broken through a human limitation. 

The experiment has evolved.

-

Ick.

#Fanfiction #ffvii #ff7 #svsss #professor hojo #Sephiroth #shen qingqiu #shen yuan

[gummygowon]

silk | choi san

word count: 1.1k

genre: just like only smut, sub!san x soft dom!reader

warnings: minor dni! 18+, very slight mean dom!reader? praise, pillow humping <3, masturbation, phone sex, petnames (good boy, baby, mommy ehehe)

author's note: guys i went AWFFFFF love me some sub!san bless @lemonhongjoong for posting about pillow humper san ehehhe

taglist: @agustdiv1ne @shinestarhwaa

choi san was always the dominant one in your relationship when it came to sex. always taking care of your needs before his and leading everything but there have been a few instances where you saw his dominant side slip.

san tried to keep it under control though since he always wanted to take care of you and never the other way around.

except for right now, poor san was impatiently waiting for you to get home so he could take care of the raging boner he had since you kissed him good bye before you went off to work. yes, it was just an innocent kiss and he tried to jerk it off but somehow it just wouldn’t go away.

san tried his best to not even think about sex or you or the fact that everything in your apartment reminded of you. eventually, san gave up on waiting and resorted to jerking off with his hand just to the mere thought of what will happen tonight when you get home. usually, that would be enough to get him to come but for some reason it wasn’t. san struggled to finish and with his face flushed and his skin on fire, san desperately looked around the room to help him.

to his despair, he couldn’t find anything that could immediately feed his naughty thoughts. frustrated, the needy boy flopped onto your shared bed, his face smashing against your silk pillow.

it smelled dangerously too much like you. too much.

suddenly, a bright idea came over san as he stuffed your silk pillow in between his boxer-covered thighs.

“fuckkkkk.” san groaned, the smooth material felt like heaven on his overly sensitive body.

shyly, san gave an experimental roll of his hips as he pushed the pillow into his crotch.

“oh fuck! fuck shitttt.” he moaned the silk pillow felt so delicious against his covered crotch and with how much it smelled like you fucking hell it was everything he needed.

san thought about how fucking beautiful you are and your warm cunt always took his cock well. the way your walls would clench around his dick had him reeling sometimes. pause, not sometimes all the fucking time. fuck, nothing could beat out you sprawled on the very same bed as san fucked you deep into the sheets. he pictured himself pussy drunk as his hips would continuously slap against yours. he would whine for you to let him fill you up with his cum. god, he wanted to drive his cum right back into your tight little cunt as soon he came and just keep going.

these thoughts weren’t enough though. he needed more.

desperate, san reached over for his phone, hips still bucking up into the soft silk pillow. he was going to call you until he saw the text you sent telling him that the lab needed you overtime to finish testing something but that didn’t stop san at all. in a pathetic attempt to reach his high, he called you right away and prayed you picked up.

one ring right by.

fuck, he needed you so badly. tears were forming on his pretty eyelashes at this point.

a second ring went off and san was so close to fully crying on the phone.

finally, at the third ring you picked up. “san? what is it? i’m really busy right now baby.”

“y/n,” san whined into the phone, he didn’t really give a shit that you were at work.

“oh my god, san are you okay?” you ask completely oblivious to his acts on the other side of the phone.

a whimper slipped his lips, “i’m fine just-fuck-can you talk to me?”

“san?” you ask one more time, you had a sneaking suspicion he was masturbating but never in your life had you heard san whimper.

quickly, you excuse yourself to the bathroom leaving your coworker to record the results by herself.

“i need you,” san whined into the phone. you could almost hear his lip trembling from the other end.

you’ve never seen this side of san before and it turned you on more than anything. you could feel the arosual pooling in between your legs as you heard of more san’s pathetic whimpers.

“what’s wrong baby?” you ask teasingly, it’s only fair since he disturbed you at work. “i can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“i-shit,” he groaned into the phone, you could hear shuffling on the other end, “i can’t- can’t.”

“you can‘t what baby boy?” you asked once more. you were surprising yourself with every sentence that came out your mouth. you didn’t think you would be so talkative domming.

“i ccan’t get off, i need you. fuck! so badly.” san confessed.

“oh? is that so?”

a soft whimper left his lips, "can you guide me? please."

"since you asked so nicely sannie." you coo at him causing san to buck his hips particularly hard into the pillow at the nickname. "just roll your hips baby, pretend it's me splayed on that bed instead of the pillow. you can do that for me can't you?"

"yyes-yes, i can!"

"good, such a good boy for me. right sannie?"

"yes! i'm your good boy!" he cries into the phone, his hips quickening.

you could hear san's heavy breaths become labored as the muffling sounds from the phone became louder. "is my good boy almost there?"

"yes-yes, can i come? i've been good, haven't i?" san begs into the phone.

"not yet baby, you can hold on a little longer can't you?" you tease into the phone. oh were you gonna have so much fun when you got home today.

"please, y'nnie. i'm soso close!"

"not yet," you answer with a stern voice, "this is what you get for interrupting me at work. did you really think you could get away with this? calling me at work because you couldn't get yourself off?"

"i'm sorry, i couldn't wait. i just-i needed you so badly." san cries into the phone, rambling on about being sorry and he was so so needy for you.

you let san continue to babble finding it amusing yet arousing seeing your such dominant boyfriend be at your mercy for once.

"please! i promise i'll be a good boy from now on."

you took a second to respond, wanting to hear more of san's pretty moans. "come now, sannie"

"fuckfuckfuck!" you hear him groan, as the muffled sounds from the pillow come to a slow.

"there's my good boy," you praise, "you did so well for me."

"thank you, mommy."

you freeze at the new petname, you've never topped before so you never been called that before but god, did you find it hot.

"i mean-" san stutters trying to correct himself.

"it's okay sannie, i like it."

"oh-"

"i'll see you when i get home okay? clean up and get ready for me, okay?"

"yes!"

"yes what, baby?"

"yes, mommy!"

"that's my good boy."

oh, you were definitely gonna have fun tonight.

#ateez smut #ateez smut oneshots #ateez oneshots #ateez smut imagines #ateez imagines #choi san smut #choi san smut oneshots #choi san x reader #sub!san #sub!idol #san smut #san smut oneshots #san smut imagines

[arealphrooblem]

A Lost Cause Part 2

Synopsis: The trusted keeper of all the Heroes' secrets, Civilian's existence is kept a tightly guarded secret itself. So how did the villain find her? And how will she withstand the attempts of his scientist to break her open and discover those secrets himself?

CW: nonconsensual drugging, medical whump, medical experimentation, needles/IV insertion, mentions wounds from torture, torture recovery, captivity

The anticipation of what might happen each time he walked into the room was almost worse than actual torture. His words ran on a loop in her head as she dozed in and out of deep sleep.

I am dying to create the tools that will break you open.

But each time he visited, he did nothing but check vitals, change bandages, survey her progress, feed her. Slowly she worked her way up from broth to solid food, from sleeping most of the day to sleeping at night, from needing a catheter to walking to the bathroom herself once the bottoms of her feet were healed (and that was not a fun day, no sir).

The scientist refused to answer her questions outright unless she offered up answers of her own. Each day they ended in a stalemate, which he seemed to find amusing.

He refused even his name. Eventually she just started calling him the doctor, because he treated her like one. Despite her captivity, despite the ominous warning Vanderbilt gave her in the interrogation room, despite her overwhelming vulnerability, he treated her with polite and patient professionalism.

She tried to give him the same courtesy. Whatever his future plans were, he had given her the space and time to heal back to full strength. She would make sure he regretted that. But first she had to look cooperative and weak.

A few days after shedding both the catheter and the bandages on her feet and thighs, the doctor strolled in not with his usual stethoscope, but with a clipboard and a pen.

Her gut did not like that.

“Your recovery is chugging along quite spectacularly,” he said, clicking the pen. “Which means we are almost ready to start the clinical trials. Of course, before I give you anything, I will need you to answer a few questions about your medical and family history.”

“Clinical trials for what?” she asked, feeling like she swallowed a stone.

“For my experiments, of course,” he said, as if it were obvious. “Why did you think I’ve been helping you recover? Pity? The goodness of my heart?”

“What experiments?” she demanded.

“Oh I have several in mind for you. But first, a few questions.”

“Sure, of course,” she said, deeply scathing. “Let’s make it easier for you to torture me. I’ll jump right on that.”

“You should, if you want greater chances of survival. I need to know your allergies, cancer risks, medications you’ve been on, previous surgeries, or else I could accidentally kill you. You’re a very special experiment. I’d rather not lose you so soon to such a preventable cause.”

It made her blood run cold, the casual way he voiced her probable death, as if  he equated it with the disappointment of prematurely expired raspberries. An inconvenience, but there’s always more.

The worst part was that he had a point. What would be the purpose of her team rescuing her in a blaze of glory if she had died of anaphylactic shock?

So through gritted teeth, she answered all of his medically relevant questions. He wrote each down dutifully on his clipboard.

“And your name?” he asked finally.

She pursed her lips into a thin line and glared at him. He nodded.

“Not today, then. No worries. That will be the first thing you give me with the success of my first experiment.”

A knot formed in her stomach. “What’s the first experiment?” she couldn’t help but ask.

He smiled enigmatically. “You’ll find out when the time comes.”

She waited a few minutes after the door shut before she tip-toed to the window. The only thing she could see outside was a sheer cliff and water for miles. Probably the ocean, but she couldn’t open the window to tell. It was nailed shut.

Wherever she was, it looked far from civilization. Maybe that was why, after what had to be at least a month if not more, that her team hadn’t found her yet. They were city people. Superheros rarely had to venture into the rural countryside, let alone a place this remote.

Such reassurances did not cure the unease in the back of her mind that something didn’t add up.

Now that she had recovered, fatigue did not weigh her down so much and boredom began to creep in it’s place. The doctor offered her a handful of novels, mostly pulp scifi and dystopian literature. She read them and re-read them so often she could quote passages from each one. When the doctor finally appeared in her room with a small, rolling table of syringes and an IV needle, the jolt of adrenaline was almost euphoric in the face of the mind numbing monotony of her days.

“You seem eager for our first experiment,” the doctor said with a bemused quirk of his lips.

“Ecstatic,” she deadpanned, ignoring the jolt in her heart. “I can’t wait for you to kill me with whatever ungodly chemical is in that.”

He chuckled, pushing the cart next to her bed.  “You’re right in that God has nothing to do with what I create. But it is not my goal to kill you —  the opposite in fact. I try to limit risks as much as possible. There is only one you, after all.”

“Is that supposed to be reassuring?”

“Is it not?” It was almost comical how he blinked at her in innocent confusion.

She just glared at him in return, which he cheerfully ignored as he slipped the latex gloves on with a snap. He even hummed a little as he pulled open the packaging for the IV needle and the alcohol wipe.  

Meanwhile her gut churned and frothed in horrible anticipation. She had gone through literal torture but this scared her more. When knives or brands or electric cattle prods came out, at least she knew what they did. No one knew what would happen as a result of this experiment, not even him. At least the goal of torture was to keep you alive as long as possible. These experiments could kill her. These could be her last living moments.

Fear tainted her every breath but just as she did in the face of her torturers, she refused to let it show on her face. Instead she stared resolutely out the window, at the glint of the water in the sunlight.

“Deep breath,” he murmured just before she felt the sharp pain of the IV needle.

Her gaze darted to him, drawn like a magnet to the sight of him tapping the air bubbles from the syringe. Nausea roiled inside her.  She fought hard against the urge to rip the IV out before he could inject the serum. Instead, she could only watch in horrified resignation as it flowed through the IV drip.

“And now we wait,” he said, flashing her that polite smile, as if they were sitting in a doctor’s office.

He removed his dark tinted glasses and sat down at the love seat.

“We wait?” she cried. “Wait for what?”

The anticipation of the IV alone nearly drove her mad and now this?

He shrugged. “Ideally your mind should relax into an altered state where you forget you’re not supposed to keep your secrets and you tell me whatever information I desire. However, that didn’t work well back with Vanderbilt and I’m not expecting much success this time. I just want to see how you react to these sorts of chemicals.”

“So you’re just fucking around with my brain?”

“In a manner of speaking, I suppose.” He crossed his legs and tapped his thumbs on his knees, the picture of nonchalance. She never wanted to hit him so much.

“What if it does nothing? What if you failed?”

“Failure is just important data I didn’t have before. I’m not afraid of failure.”

You should be she thought bitterly.

But of course it wasn’t his life on the line.

When the effects hit her, it wasn’t nothing. All the muscles in her body locked up and spasmed. She could do nothing but writhe in the bed and scream. It felt worse than all her other torture combined.

By the time she finally blacked out, she couldn’t scream anymore.

#hero x villain #villain x civilian #whump #whump writing #medical whump #my writing #a lost cause #this is pretty dark for me

[turiluvr]

butterflies

featherlight kisses that feel like butterflies.

tighnari x gn!reader

Tighnari wasn't someone who was fond of trapping insects into small jars for experimentation – some part of him thinks it's inhumane, that there was something severely wrong with the concept of using life for the sake of research. But down to the very core, he was a promising scholar who was dominated by curiosity. And the deliberation about whether or not it was morally correct to use small insects for the sake of research was right or wrong was thrown into the furthest part of his mind as he took some glass jars and stashed them into his knapsack.

"Master Tighnari, wait up!" You made your way into his abode without another warning as you panted, out of breath after running all the way from the forest to his quarters as he stared at you curiously. Though he continued shoving items into his bag – a notepad, a pen, some samples of herbs and plants, and a plethora of tools that could help him with his next experiment. You continued, hand on your chest as you still tried to catch your breath. "You could've told me beforehand that you were going to take a trip to the forest to catch samples! Take me with you, please, I need to collect some samples as well."

He stared at you from the corner of his eye as he closed his bag and readied himself to go outside. He pondered for a moment if he should allow you to accompany him or not, though you probably wouldn't appreciate a little teasing given your serious expression. So he responded with the same level of seriousness: "Alright. Though, you'll have to stick next to me since we're going pretty far this time. If you manage to find yourself lost because you didn't listen to a word I said, don't come looking for me – got it?"

You nodded your head as you grabbed your bag and trailed behind him as both of you set out on your journey to go deep into the forest. The familiar green was as captivating as ever as the sun shone directly above the leaves that provided you with shade, you couldn't help but gawk in awe every time you saw the lush leaves and the colorful plants that you come across during your patrols. Tighnari caught you slowing down from the corner of his eye, and his ear twitched ever so slightly as he asked you: "what's wrong?"

You shook your head and waved your hands violently, embarrassed that he caught you doing something as stupid as staring at the trees you see everyday. "Oh, no! Nothing's wrong! I… I was just thinking about how beautiful the flowers are."

"...? Do you not see this sight every day?" Tighnari couldn't help but grow curious as he knitted his brows together. He knew that you were lying through your teeth, and he just wasn't the type to let that kind of thing go – especially when the excuse you gave him was so lame and full of holes. He thought that maybe he could teach you a thing or two about coming up with better excuses but that was another lesson saved for another day.

You laughed nervously, you knew Tighnari well and you could immediately make out the sarcasm dripping from his voice as you made your way through the thick bushes. "Well, yes, I do. But is it not possible that the flowers are more radiant today?"

"Hmm, it's not entirely impossible." Tighnari chuckled. At this point, this friendly banter became something both played along with. "Though I'm sure you know full well that I can tell whether or not you're trying to hide something. Our time together has not been entirely in vain."

"Master Tighnari…" you grimaced. "Observing people so closely like that can ward people away from you, you know?"

Tighnari stopped in his tracks, a mischievous look gracing his features as he turned to look at you for a moment and muttered, "and yet you continue to follow me around. I wonder why – could you be inexplicably attracted to me?"

You fell silent, and a satisfied look took over Tighnari's face as he continued marching on. You felt your face flush in embarrassment as you chased after him – how humiliating was that!? You regretted not being able to come up with a better retort to his words but there was an invisible force that made you want to blurt out your true feelings. The rest of the journey was silent as both of you finally arrived at your final destination, it was a grassy field with butterflies and flowers scattered all over as it painted an ethereal sight to behold.

The first thing Tighnari did was sit down on the grassy field and whipped out his pencil and notepad, quickly scribbling down his findings before turning back to you: “Well, what are you waiting for? If you’re gonna catch some samples, you better hurry up – we don’t have all day, and I won’t be waiting for you past sunset.”

His tone was a little mean, perhaps a little cruel at best but you knew that those were nothing but empty threats meant to push you a little and to tease you. It was Tighnari’s sick way of thinking, but you were too used to it to argue with him about it. So you quickly got to work as you scooped up some samples from the barks of the trees and stashed them into small vials inside your bag. A few strange mushrooms were lying around here and there but you didn’t know if they were an invasive species so you left it alone and made sure to notify Tighnari about them.

By the time you were done, Tighnari was finalizing his notes as you sat down next to him and stretched your limbs as you let out a small groan. “Argh… I can’t believe I have to work on this some more after we come back home, there’s really no rest for us, is there?”

“Well, you get what you signed up for.” Tighnari nudged you, poking on the fact that you took up this job entirely out of your own volition. There was no one that forced you to join and no one forced you to stay – but there was one problem, Tighnari. It was hysterical to think that he was the reason why you would endure the harsh jobs. It was to stay with him and continue seeing him, though you didn’t know if he knew about your little crush and you hoped that this little outing wasn’t enough for him to figure out that you were hopelessly crushing on him.

“Haha… you’re right.” But it would be a waste to let this opportunity come by without doing anything. Both of you were alone, after all. It wasn’t strange for you to want to get closer to him especially in this kind of situation and in this beautiful place. You gathered the courage, taking in a sharp breath, “Hey… Master Tighnari, are you seeing someone? Or… do you perhaps like someone?”

It was a straightforward question. And Tighnari was no idiot.

A butterfly passed by. One with white wings along with green features that made it seem like it was shining underneath the light like jewels – your eyes trailed its movements, desperate to not look at Tighnari out of embarrassment. There was little you could do when you impulsively tried to look toward him and felt a brief and light presence on your lips for a split second before feeling the cold warmth take over once more.

That was…?

By the time you had your thoughts together, Tighnari was already standing up and dusting the dirt from his clothes. But he didn’t face you. You touched your lips gently with your fingertips, you wondered if that was just a figment of your imagination or if it was real – a featherlight kiss that felt like a butterfly landing on your lips.

“That should suffice as an answer to your question.” Tighnari finally faced you, face a little red and his eyebrows furrowed as if mildly embarrassed. “Now, let’s go. The sun is about to set.”

You couldn’t believe it – did he really…? You felt like you were being driven mad.

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SPICY!

letting them have spicy food on a date

gender neutral reader

HIORI YO!

As long as he gets to spend time with you, Hiori’s down to try a little bit of whatever. He’s never been too picky to begin with, and while his parents’ strict lifestyle hasn’t given him too much freedom to explore different kinds of foods, he’s glad that you’re there to show him all sorts of new things. He might cough a little bit and down a bit of water, but spicy food is no competition for Hiori! He’ll down anything you pick out on the menu like a champ, and at the end of the date, he’ll insist that he pays. He’s not going to let you spend your hard earned coin on him, not when he’s on the path to accumulating a bit of a paycheck himself through Blue Lock, so he’ll simply tell you that you can repay him by showing him another yummy place to check on your next date together!

“Is it too much? I can ask them to get you more broth-,” you trail off worriedly, noticing how pink your boyfriend’s cheeks are. Hiori shakes his head, and he swallows down another mouthful of the spicy soup before smiling up at you softly as if to reassure you that he’s really alright. 

“It’s a bit spicy, but… I can handle it. It’s really good! My parents never let me have something this spicy growing up.” His lips press into a thin line at the mention of his family, but he shrugs it off the best he can for you. “But I get to have it now, with you. And I want to taste it to the fullest!”

“That’s all nice and good, but are you sure? There’s a fine line between enjoying things to the fullest versus biting off more than you can chew.” You grin, tapping your fingers against the restaurant table. “No pun intended.”

Hiori lets out a small chuckle at your horrendous joke. A boy like Hiori reminds you of winter: his frost-like cyan eyes and hair, the way he touches you like the first breath of snow, his words dissolving sweetly as if they were snowflakes on the tip of your tongue. Sometimes you wonder if the world is too intense, too fiery for someone like him, but the more you feed him experimental spoonfuls of your love, the more he develops an appetite to melt himself bare all for you.

“I’m sure,” he reaffirms, and he takes another generous spoonful and swallows it down without any issue as if to prove his point. “Although I don’t think some of the guys back at the Blue Lock program can say the same. I bet that Karasu would go home crying if he tried any of this.”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised. “Karasu? With that tongue of his, you’d think he’d be able to handle worse.”

“You’d be surprised. Want me to prove it to you?” Hiori asks. His normally innocent eyes sparkle with a tinge of boyish mischief. “Why don’t we order some to take to him? And we’ll see how long he lasts.”

YUKIMIYA KENYU!

Ever the gentleman, if anything disturbs Yukimiya’s peace, he won’t really let it show unless he has a real reason to be honest. Yukimiya could be burning inside out, with his tongue barely hanging on for dear life, and you’d have no clue that whatever the two of you are scarfing down was too spicy for him. If it’s something hot in temperature, he might have to wipe his glasses a few times, and he’ll vehemently deny that there are tears in his eyes or that there are beads of sweat on his forehead. He has to keep up his act of being a loving and princely boyfriend when he’s in public, but once you let your guard down when you’re with him in public, Yukimiya will show you how to properly turn up the heat.

“I have to admit, love-,” Yukimiya sighs, not-so-discreetly dabbing at his damp forehead with a napkin, “I have no clue how you manage to eat any of this without any issue. And I thought I was used to handling spice! Your food is at least three shades redder than whatever I ordered. It makes me worry for you.”

You shrug, and you lean over to taste a little bit of the dish Yukimiya ordered. It barely leaves a tingle on your tongue, and you debate for a split second whether or not you should play nice. Yukimiya has always been nothing but the most caring and sweet boyfriend you could ask for, but situations where you could make him squirm are hard to come by. 

So, duh, you have to tease him.

“Hmmmm? Worry for me?” You innocently cock your head to the side. “Why, is it too spicy for you, Yuki? I thought you could handle that much… If it’s too much, do you want me to eat it instead?”

Yukimiya coughs unceremoniously into the crook of his arm, and he shakes his head. As lovely of a boy as he might be, just like every single player in the Blue Lock program, he has an ego that he can’t part with, not even when it comes to you. “Nonsense, sweetheart. I can handle this much with ease. I said I’m worried for you. You have no reason to worry for me.”

“Ehhhhh?” You lean over the table, and you press your hand against his forehead as if to measure his temperature. His beautiful wavy hair brushes up against the back of your hand, the ticklish sensation sending tingles up your spine. Yukimiya is disgustingly handsome, even when he doesn’t intend to be, and you purse your lips together. “But you’re sweating soooooo much! Jeez, Yuki, if you can’t handle this much spice, how are you going to handle me?”

Despite the joking tinge in your voice, the gaze Yukimiya flashes at you is dark, sensual, and it makes your knees instantly feel weak. He grabs your wrist, and he squeezes just the slightest bit as if to warn you.

“Trust me,” he whispers, chuckling under his breath, “Don’t you think I’ve developed enough tolerance to try things a bit spicier? Even more so when it involves you, dear love…”

OLIVER AIKU!

Oliver is a fiend for any and all spicy foods. It’s enough to make you wonder how his poor stomach survives. Whenever the two of you get hungry, you can bet that he’ll suggest something spicy to eat. To make matters worse, he guzzles down spicy food as if it’s nothing, and if you let your guard down, he’ll totally reach over and steal the food off of your own plate too. You can’t get too mad at him, or he’ll yank out the “I’m a grown man and a professional athlete, so I have to eat a lot!” card. Either way, if you somehow agree to treating him for a meal, prepare yourself for the spiciest eatery in town and for him to clear multiple plates of food. Just make sure he brushes his teeth right after, or he’ll definitely try to steal a kiss!

“I know that poor toilet of yours is going to be crying later.” You shake your head incredulously as Oliver scrapes his plate clean, the glass of water you fetched for him earlier still untouched. “Or your tongue. I don’t understand how it’s possible for a human to eat all of this and enjoy it.”

You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows down the last of his meal, and he sits back, finally satisfied. He licks his lips clean, and he winks at you. 

“What can I say?” He laughs nonchalantly. “You know I can’t hold myself back when it comes to hot things. That includes food and cuties just like you.”

You scoff, folding your arms and looking away from him with a huff. Oliver can be so ridiculously cheesy with you, and he plays it off as him being a romantic guy by nature. You seriously wonder how he managed to pull so many lovers when every pick up line he spews makes your skin crawl, but at the end of the day, you know you’re not any better. You’re formally dating him, after all, so as cringe as his courtship might be, you’ve come around to learn to love it.

Not that you’d ever admit such a thing to him.

“If you’re done eating, let’s get the check,” you dismiss him quickly before he spews even more of his widely “loved” sweet-nothings at you, and you fumble for your wallet. “I said I’d treat you-”

“Ah, ah, ah, no need for that.” The defender quickly flips his own wallet out, and he waves you away. “C’mon, I’m a guy with a big boy job now. You don’t need to treat me to anything. I should be the one treating you. That’s the perk of dating a pro-athlete, don’t you think?”

“You sure? I don’t mind.” You look at him firmly. He waves you off again, and you acquiesce and put your wallet away.

“All you need to do is treat me to some sweetness later, if you catch my drift.” The boy flirtatiously winks at you again, and any goodwill you had towards your boyfriend immediately drops. You deadpan at him, looking at him square in the face with the most lifeless eyes you can conjure up, and you reach for your wallet again.

“Nah, I’ll just pay.”

MICHAEL KAISER!

The boy looks like he’s going to explode just a mouthful in. Not only does Kaiser have a horrible spice tolerance, he’s also ridiculously stubborn and refuses to stop eating once he starts. He’s also dead set on impressing you, so he’ll choke down whatever you order, even though his tongue is on fire and he’s two seconds away from crying like a little baby. You don’t have the heart to tell him that he doesn’t look particularly handsome when he’s fanning himself and downing every pitcher of water he can grab, but you appreciate the sentiment of at least finishing whatever he started. Just be sure to look up the route for the nearest ice cream store, because Kaiser’s going to need a cold treat after anything spicy. 

“Kaiser.”

The blond barely holds back a cough, and he raises a hand to signal that he’s alright. You don’t buy it for a single second. He’s making good progress on the spicy stew he decided to try, but he also looks like a ticking time bomb with how red he is in the face. 

“Kaiser, you don’t need to finish it. Why don’t we get it packed up to take home, and I can finish it instead?” You offer, not wanting your boyfriend to sear off his taste buds, all because he refused to quit eating something out of his clear comfort zone. 

Kaiser shakes his head stubbornly, glaring down at the remaining stew. “Absolutely not. I’m not a coward, and I’m going to finish eating this.”

“Oh my god.” You bury your face in your hands, and you groan loudly. “Kaiser, you’re not a coward for not finishing something that’s too spicy for you. Quit being stubborn before you hurt yourself.”

“I’m not gonna hurt myself,” he hotly retorts back. “Besides, even if I do, you’ll be there to tend to me, won’t you? Give me a little kiss on my tongue to make me feel better?”

He looks at you hopefully, blue eyes all sparkly with the idea of you French-kissing him. You wonder if he’s the idiot for considering the idea or if you’re the idiot for even dating him in the first place. You decide to make the smart choice of snatching his spoon out of his hand and motioning for the waiter, ignoring the wails Kaiser lets out when you’ve stolen his moment of glory.

“You’re sooooo mean to me!” He pouts, sticking his very irritated lips out. “How am I supposed to impress you if you don’t let me do anything?”

“You can impress me all you want on the soccer field,” you quickly shush him, tapping his forehead with your pointer finger. “If you want a kiss, just say so. I don’t need you doing all sorts of mental gymnastics for my attention.”

Kaiser pauses for a moment, but he grumbles out, “Fine. Guess I’ll let it slide if you’re agreeing to give me a kiss. Okay then, pucker up, darling!”

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