#psychologist x patient

[im-not-even-sorry]

Tw unhealthy doctor patient relationship. Kind of a hannibal situation but erotic?

A bit of a dark fantasy of mine is seeing a therapist that... doesn't really want or try to help.

They gradually gain my trust. Slowly get to know my psyche, issues, desires... They're always so professional and understanding and kind, and oh, I wouldn't even be able to tell when things are starting to go sideways since they're the first specialist I've ever worked with!

Their focused gaze beginning to drift over my body like I was a prey. But I wouldn't grow nervous or suspicious, since they've always made me feel so cared for. They're simply trying to connect better. At some point they stop making notes, assuring me they have all they need, to be able to undress me with their eyes as they slowly guide me into... What, exactly? Obedience?

My friends and family never truły knew me. They'll never understand me like they do. My broken self esteem is their fault and their fault only and if they only could have been there when all the bad things were happening. If they couldve been there to support and ...embrace me like my closest should have done. But I'm lucky I'm here now, aren't i? With someone who knows what's best for me, someone who'll guide my delicate soul and mind through this tough times.

After all, I'm too vulnerable to allow other people, those strangers, into my world. They could hurt me, break me, but here... I'm safe at last. Finally safe with them.

A lingering touch when we shake hands at goodbye grows longer, yearning. Soft, warm skin on their sure hands always itching to hold me longer, and longer before they let me out for a week in the wild, out of their reach.

I always come back tired and starving.

A gentle squeeze at my arm at hello, their habit of walking around the room as we talk slowly transitioning to them resting their hands on my shoulders while standing behind my armchair. Their calming, velvet voice nearly whispering into my ears.

Closer. Closer. Closer.

They don't have to say a word. They don't have to explicitly urge or ask. They simply make me used to it, attached to it, addicted to it till I'm running into their arms out of my own free (questionable) will.

I need to them in my head as I need the warmth of their hands on my body. I yearn to press my face into the crook of their neck or to kneel by their feet with my cheek on their thigh... As they speak words upon words about how I was always meant to be theirs and theirs only. How they love me like no one ever could. How I don't need anyone else.

Their fingers gently cradling my hair.

Their fingers deep inside me as I scream that I love them.

[rainedropii]

[To love in a way that forever is only the beginning; where self-inflicted corruption is a small price to pay]

Emil and Ada would gladly pay the cost

[forgetmenot-mymoon]

Omens

Emil (Patient) x Ada (Psychologist)

This is really short, it takes place before they go to the mansion.

I just wanted to try out making fanfics so this probably isn’t the best.

Tw: None

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Emil was getting worse, he tried to hide it but that only caused him to hide from Ada.

Ada found him hiding a couple of times, once in the corner of the attic. The house wasn’t that big, she didn’t think it was too small for him but she started second guessing herself more and more- Psychologists aren’t supposed to second guess themselves- Ada always tried to be confident, and her determination is what got her this far. She wouldn’t feel so at fault if it was anyone else but Emil was special. If it was someone else she would’ve just accepted it but Emil was hers and she was failing him.

He trusted her. Ada’s patients before weren’t as trusting. He was so sweet too, he once gave her a heart-shaped rock he found, and a week ago he potted a flower he found for her in the forest. (It ended up dying but it’s the thought that counts.)

Not to say she let him wander alone- she was much too worried for that however Emil was very good at wandering.

He trusted her, he loved her, but she was failing him.

She needed to succeed.

She had failed so many times, so many times. Emil was the only one responsive to her treatment, that she spent years proving, and now even that isn’t working? His nightmares got worse, he even flinched away from her once. The puzzle of her life was shattering before her

She needed to fix it, she needed to fix him.

She was done failing everyone, her patients, other doctors, and even her parents thought she was a sham, a disappointment to the Mesmers.

She would not fail Emil.

Ada would die before she failed Emil.

Emil wasn’t very trusting of people, Ada of course was more trusting but compared to most she wasn’t very trusting either.

But this was different, she was getting scared, desperate even. She needed to find a cure.

So on she went, sending letters visiting old acquaintances and friends, even doctors from the asylum. She knew she would come up empty, some of her letters didn’t even garner a response.

But she couldn’t give up- she wouldn’t give up on helping Emil.

After months of worrying, and waiting, an answer arrived in the form of an invitation.

She went to her desk to open it, ecstatic. "Paradise"

The plant, Emil’s gift, was sitting in the corner. Its brown leaves began to turn green. Ada’s eyes filled with hope, maybe this mansion could help. It must, it must be the cure. There’s no more time to wait, they have to take this chance. She eyed the plant and smiled, knowing it must be a good Omen.

She told Emil it was, “Paradise.” Ada was worried Emil wouldn’t trust her. However, Emil was well, Emil, he would follow her anywhere.

As soon as they walked out the door hand in hand, the plant died once more, this time shriveling up, it became so small, so weak. The stem broke and with a scream, the pot fell and shattered.

There was no one to hear this Omen.

They were already halfway to “Paradise.”

[untoldstar]

male yandere psychologist x fem patient reader [introduction]

warnings: heavily implied that the reader is a patient at a psych ward, obsessive behaviors and tendencies, abuse of power, toxic environment, yandere themes, might not show in this part but for the future Ivan takes advantage of the readers vulnerable mental state.

There aren’t intense scenes in this at all (as I see it) BUT as for the coming parts of this OC it still has to do with a character who struggles with mental illness, an extremely toxic psychologist who abuses his position and being in a psyche ward so if you feel like any of that sounds triggering or there’s a possibility it could be triggering I would urge you not to read this or other parts of this OC.

pls be careful what you read guys and stay safe mwah🫶

Tick..

Tick..

Tick..

Ivan taps his foot impatiently and pushes up his sleeve for the millionth time to reveal his wristwatch.

2:59 PM

Just a few more seconds..

Tick..

3:00 PM

Ivan smiles, his stiff body finally relaxing and just like everyday a knock is heard on his office door and in walks the nurse pushing you forward like a criminal into his office. He only spares the nurse and nod and a polite smile before his attention is directed at you, focusing on your every move anticipating what you’ll do next. You huff and plop down in the chair in front of his desk rolling your eyes "Ah [name], how are we doing today?" he clasps his hands Infront of him and stares at you expectantly.

Just like everyday.

‘Why does he ask the same question every day? What could possibly change in the matter of a single day? They should've made these cheek-up's weekly instead. This is becoming such a pain.’

"Fine. Just like always." you answer curtly. He hums nodding "Well, I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut to the chase today there’s something I must discuss with you.” You quirk a brow. You have to admit seeing the serious expression instead of the easy going one he usually has is a bit unnerving “I'm sure you already know that your..leave is to be expected soon." his lips twist in displeasure as if merely saying that has left a bitter taste in his mouth. You nod "Yes..what about that?" he sighs "Well, I'm afraid I've come to the decision that you'll have to stay a while longer, just to be safe." Your heart plummets. Sure you haven't been kissing Dr.Ivan's ass or being necessarily..nice to him but that shouldn’t have anything to do with your treatment. You know you've been getting better so what possible reason could have you stay here "Just to be safe? What is that supposed to mean?" you shoot daggers at him but he doesn't seem the least bit bothered by it "We’ve witnessed many patients show signs of improvement and seem like they’re ready to leave but there were also many instances where patients leave our facility and end up..falling into old patterns. Not that I expect that from you but I would like to guarantee your safety." You swallow the lump in your throat. Can they even do that? Is that even legal? "..How long?" a few beats of silence passes by while he blankly stares at you before answering "A month." Your shoulders drop down exasperatedly. Another month??

You feel frustration bubble up inside your chest. You feel hopeless as if you’re never getting out of here. You can’t take it you can’t take seeing the same hallways the same people this same fucking office everyday.

You don't say anything when you get up from your chair and start charging for the door "Our daily check up isn't quite done, my dear." His voice booms behind you "I don't fucking care." You spit back and go to reach for the door when his hands suddenly slam the door on either side of you, trapping you against it "Why are you always trying to leave me?" he whispers his shaky breath fanning against the side of your neck "..What are you talking about..Doc-" his hand clenches into a fist "Don't call me that!" You flinch trembling slightly "..I'm sorry I raised my voice, but I've told you countless times before you don't have to call me 'Doctor' my dear. Ivan is fine." You stay quite and he sighs "You won't even say my name.." he leans his head on your shoulder his body slumping almost exhausted from the interaction.

You hold your breath eyeing the door handle inches away from you "Why do you hate me so much?" his voice almost breaks "You roll your eyes at me, you barely say a few words in our daily sessions, You can't stand it when I go to visit you in your room.." he steps closer, his body now flush against your back "You throw a fit and almost walk out on me.." he moves his head to the side sniffing your hair and you hear him let out a groan “God I thought you’d be happy about staying here. All I want is for you to love me. Why won’t you love me? hm?” his arms slide down for the door to wrap around you squeezing tightly “Am I just the annoying psychologist your forced to talk to? Is that all I am to you?” he keeps talking almost in his own world too intoxicated by you, having you in his arms body flush against his your scent enveloping him “Damnit why won’t you-“ you take advantage of his vulnerability and decide to make a run for it, using the door to push back all of your body weight to at least have his arms off of you immediately taking a hold of the door handle and leaping out of his office, you run down the hall never looking back. You’re surprised he didn’t pull you back in maybe he was shocked maybe he wasn’t and he just..let you go. Whatever the case was you had to get as far away from him as possible.

Ivan’s left alone in his office panting, cheeks flushed and an obvious tent in his pants. He lets out a low chuckle looking far off into the hallway ‘Soon..instead of running away from me you’ll be running to me. I’ll make sure of it darling.’

[skyephobic]

darlin

[10joinn]

AdaEmil as AbaParacelsus🔑🗝️

[evilscallopgirl]

aid and email🥺(old drawing)

[montaigness]

something is happening to me

[lawlightism]

i’m back w idv . hello i love them

[sinisteryanderescribe]

::: An Interesting Encounter :::

…………………………………………………………………………….

In the aftermath of a devastating apocalypse that has shattered society and left deadly diseases and infections rampant, a group of survivors has emerged, characterized by their cold and harsh demeanor. The destruction and isolation wrought by the apocalypse has taken a heavy toll on the group, leaving them distrustful, weary, and hardened by their experiences.

The survivors' harshness can be attributed to the trauma and loss they have endured, as well as the constant struggle for survival in a world that has been torn apart. Their cold and distant nature may stem from a need to protect themselves emotionally, as forming attachments could potentially lead to further heartache in their precarious circumstances. Additionally, the pervasive threat of deadly diseases and infections has likely instilled a sense of hypervigilance and wariness within the group, further contributing to their guarded behavior.

Despite their tough exterior, their demeanour is a coping mechanism, born out of necessity rather than malice. Their experiences have forced them to adopt a pragmatic, survival-focused mindset, prioritizing self-preservation above all else. This has inevitably led to an erosion of trust and empathy, as the group has learned to view the world through a lens of skepticism and caution.

As the group of survivors patrolled the desolate and ruined landscape, they stumbled upon a building where they heard the moans and cries of your voice who was trapped under a pile of rubble. The group, though initially wary and distrusting, ultimately decided to help the injured individual. As they carefully approached the source of the agonized sounds, they discovered you pinned beneath the debris, clearly in need of assistance.

Of course you would be startled at first with their sudden appearance but hope was the next feeling that filled your eyes.

The rescue effort was led by a man dressed in all black, wearing a gas mask to protect himself from the contaminated surroundings. With caution and precision, he skillfully maneuvered the heavy and sharp rocks that had entrapped you, eventually managing to free you by carefully pulling you out by the waist.

you find yourself being cared for by a white-haired woman with red tips at the end of her hair. Like the rest of the group, she wears a gas mask, a necessary precaution in the hazardous environment they inhabit. Her gentle but methodical touch conveys a sense of expertise and experience as she tends to your wounds, her eyes expressing though was emotionless and hard concentrated on wrapping up any deep wounds which you were thankful for.

Meanwhile, the man who had pulled you from the rubble takes on a more guarded stance, his gaze unwavering as he begins to question you. It's clear that he's maintaining a vigilant watch over you, wary of any potential threat you might pose. His demeanor makes you nervous, but you understand the necessity of his caution given the harsh reality of the world you now find yourself in.

Despite the tension, you answer his questions, providing information about your background, your profession as a doctor, and any other pertinent details. It's a relief to see a flicker of recognition in his eyes as he introduces himself as Luchino, acknowledging your responses with a measured nod. His name carries a weight of authority within the group, and you sense that he plays a significant role in their dynamics.

In a gesture of cautious camaraderie, Luchino proceeds to introduce you to the others, each member donning a mask like his own, their eyes reflecting a mix of wariness and curiosity as they take in your presence.

As Luchino introduces you to his group, you learn that the woman tending to your injuries is Ada, her white hair with red tips marking her as a unique presence within the group. With each careful movement, she conveys both expertise and a sense of intelligence , her focused attention speaking volumes about her dedication to aiding you in your time of need.

Meanwhile, a woman named Xiao Loa stands guard, her figure cloaked in a striking white dress coat. You notice her brief glance in your direction, though it's clear that her interest lies elsewhere, her demeanor exuding an air of detached indifference. Her inscrutable gaze leaves you with a sense of unease, as you wonder about the complexities hidden beneath her composed exterior.

Standing slightly apart from the others is Frederick, his posture exuding an aura of reserved scrutiny as he appraises you with a probing gaze. The intensity of his scrutiny puts you on edge, yet you find yourself captivated by the striking depth of his eyes, their beauty a stark contrast to the harshness of the world surrounding you.

After Ada finishes tending to your injuries, the group gathers to discuss whether they should take you with them. They huddle together, their expressions a mix of hesitation and uncertainty, each one silently weighing the implications of adding another member to their already burdened group. Ada, recognizing the value of having another doctor among them, seems to have no qualms about bringing you along, her practicality overriding any reservations.

Luchino, while acknowledging the usefulness of your medical expertise, remains uncertain, his guarded nature leaving room for doubt. Fredrick and Xiao Loa, on the other hand, make no effort to conceal their displeasure at the idea of adding another member to their ranks. To them, your presence represents an additional burden, a potential obstacle that could slow them down and complicate their already precarious existence.

Despite the reservations, the group eventually reaches a consensus, recognizing the practical advantages of having a doctor in their midst. Luchino takes charge, lifting you up as he hurriedly guides you to a waiting black truck, the others falling into step behind you. Once at the vehicle, Luchino gently places you in the back seat, where you notice a scruffy-looking young man whose tense demeanor and averted gaze hint at his unease with your arrival.

You would occasionally shift feeling slightly intimidated by some stares here and there but it’s better than slowly rotting and dying of starvation under a pile of rock and rubble.

As the journey begins, you find yourself surrounded by a group of individuals whose guarded nature and complex dynamics mirror the harsh realities of the world they inhabit. The subtle undercurrents of tension and uncertainty within the group offer a glimpse into the intricate web of relationships and conflicts that define their shared journey, hinting at the potential for both camaraderie and discord in this unforgiving post-apocalyptic landscape.

[otakusparkle]

Autumn means appetite! Halloween! Decide who will come out on top with food costume! 🍬

Sweets and bread... The ending chosen by the head judge is...! We are looking forward to your visit!

Illustration by rkakr (Twitter)

(Read from right to left)

Ripper, The gingerbread : Autumn means appetite! Autumn means Halloween! So, who was the most deliciously dressed?

Psychologist, The spidercandy : Of course it must be sweets after all!

Patient, The ghost marshmallow : Double the sweetness as a couple!

Prospector, The burrito : Sweet, huh... (Only sweets)

Embalmer, The pan de muerto : *Nodding* On second thought, I think staple foods should be taken care of as well

Ripper, The gingerbread : What do you think, Mr. Judge?

Wick : Woof! (Everything is delicious!)

Ripper, The gingerbread : Such a peaceful solutions! Thank you so much!

Postman, The sweet pumpkin : *Smile*

[pastelwhile-art]

Headcanons for da COA 7 gang

[fukuropip]

[oletus-writer]

your rules say no polyamory with emilada being an exception, so would you be willing to write a nsfw alphabet with emil x reader x ada? feel free to refuse ofc. thank you for your time :)

Of course! That’ll be quite fun, although I’ve got a lot of nsfw alphabets, and I don’t think the structure works with two people, so I’ll just write some headcannons. My apologies.

Poly Emilada nsfw headcannons

Warnings: nsfw

Ada is going up top the shit out of you, regardless of your usual role in sex. Of course, if the three of you discuss that you wanted to be dominant beforehand, she’ll indulge you, but there’s a part of her that naturally comes out and she’ll end up bossing you around. Perhaps you could take her and let her know who’s the one giving orders.

Emil, on the other hand, is nothing if not a bottom, both in and out of sex - the most dominant thing you’ll get out of him is when he puts his dick inside you and fucks you nice and slow, while kissing and marking you. Even in that situation, he’ll discretely hand you the reins by constantly asking if the pace is right, if it feels good, etc.

Both are a bit on the romantic side when it comes to sex, with Emil setting up candles and Ada insisting on courting you properly before anyone makes sexual advances. They want to make you feel loved, and hopefully, if you’ve never been in a polyamorous relationship, attempt not to spark any jealousy. They’re comfortable to take things slow, and Ada is more jealous than Emil, although the jealousy is rarely directed at each other.

Ada is more well-groomed than Emil, although she still has a bit of pubic hair, with Emil’s being thicker and curlier. Regarding whether or not it matches the drapes, it depends on the skin and whether or not the eyebrows are the same colour as the hair. Of course, they don’t mind if you shave or not.

As for kinks, Ada is more into things along the lines of overstimulation, aphrodisiacs (if you’ll let her), light degradation, light choking (her giving) and she’d like to peg you as well. For Emil, he is into voyeurism as long as the parties consent, mutual masturbation, praise, and all in all is willing to be a pillow princess if you’ll let him.

Emil doesn’t like to be slapped, choked, or physically injured in any way, regardless if it would scar. You’d have to be a bit careful with him, as one could easily coerce him into doing the things he does not want to do, but Ada would be there to make sure he has the courage to speak his mind and say no.

There’s quite a few things Ada is not into, which would be thoroughly discussed before the three of you have sex, and would encourage open conversation. If it was the first time you’ve ever had a threesome, she’ll be gentle and supportive while Emil would smile, and do his best to reassure that you’re doing well.

[blissfulscreamss]

Adamil >:)

[ch6douin]

How do you think the IDV hunters and survivors would feel if they were shown cute chibi art of them self's or just silly comics most people make of them? Mainly for Ada and Emil since I enjoy making chibi art of them together.

They find these...little versions of them quite lovely, entranced by the new type of drawing style that emerged over the years. With their big eyes and small limbs, tiny and charming. Ada and Emil view these as your way to support their relationship, a complete taboo that she swore to protect despite what other people say. Emil in particular likes the drawings because Ada likes them. Seeing the woman he loves become less wary of you through art makes him happy as well.