#yandere dr. Gerald

[worldwide-simp]

Request

Um, so I’ve decided to start writing drabbles, headcanons, and silly little things like that on Tumblr

So here are characters you can request for

Dr Jack Bright/Elias Shaw

Dr Gerald

Dr Alto Clef

Dr Iceberg

Dr Cimmerian

Scp 001- (Gate Guardian or Scarlet King)

Scp 035

Scp 040-JP

Scp 049

Scp 073

Scp 076-2

Scp 079

Scp 096

Scp 105-(post Omega-7)

Scp 106

Scp 682

Scp 953

(you can still request for more characters, either message me or comment on this post)

Please remember that I won't get to writing your request as soon as you send it, I surprisingly have a life outside of writing.

Anyways have a good day

[theyanderespecialist]

Can I have a request about Yandere? Gerald x Darling! Iceberg scenarios, please? Which focused on Gerald's obsessiveness about Iceberg and Iceberg's reaction to that, please? Sorry for my bad English :(((

Anything specific you want to see? or continue the mini-series of Yandere Dr. Gears x Darling Iceberg, also I will send a link to the audiobook version of it!

(Getting the link)

[theunderneath]

hi do you accept prompt req that you reblog https://drink-it-write-it.tumblr.com/post/188117325712/240-yandere-prompts-mature-content-nsfw-warning? if so can i request nsfw yandere scp Dr.R.Gerald prompt 195 and 193 from fem reader or 107 and 139 prompt dr.kondraki with female reader?

Ayyyy New face, dr. gerald. I'm happy to see him appear finally. Also I haven’t wrote smut in awhile so this might be a little bad.

Dr. R████████ J███ I█████ Gerald

 “I love you so much. I’ll say it over and over and over again until my lungs are filled with fire and my voice is hoarse.”

 “I want to know what sounds you make. What happens if I touch you…here? Can I touch you wherever I like? Can I make you come?”

~ Prompts ^ ~

I walked towards Dr. Gerald's house after getting a worrying call from him. But hearing something worrying from him was usually. He told me to come and help him with something. It was suspicious, even then I assumed it was just something small, like him getting his entire lower body stuck through a chair again.

I knocked on his door and waited for any sign of life. I heard a faint “Come in.” from deep inside the house. I slowly opened the door looking inside. Everything was dark and hard to see so I started to look for a light switch. I jumped as the door was slammed behind me, but before I could turn around. I felt something hard hit the back of my head.

It was instant black. I didn’t know how much time passed but I started to come too. Blinking a few times my eyes adjusted to the slight dim of the room. I tried getting up only to find my arms tied down to the post on the bed. I panic and started to struggle against the ropes feeling the burn of them on my skin.

“Shhhhhh shhhh you ok. I love you so much.” Someone moaned next to me. I turned and saw Gerald. The bed dipped around him seeing blankets scattered around. His hair was messy, his eyes were dilated, his face was red, and a prominent strain in his pants.

“God I love you.” He muttered kneading himself through his pants. I gasped and tried turning away from his intimate display. A tight grip forced me to move my face towards back to Gerald, his face desperate and needy.

“I love you so much. I’ll say it over and over and over again until my lungs are filled with fire and my voice is hoarse.” He started to kiss my face and neck. It was sloppy making a shiver run up my spine and heat start to burn in the pit of my stomach.

I felt him slip between my legs and start to hump against me. He rubbed his caged erection roughly against my core. He rubbed and kneaded anything he could get his hands on leaving sloppy kisses anywhere and everywhere.

I bite my lip trying to keep my voice down. This seemed to catch Geralds attention making him bite down on my neck, his teeth sinking in and definitely leaving a bruise. This made me let out a stunted groan and rub my thighs together.

“I want to know what sounds you make. What happens if I touch you.” he paused for a moment. His hand wandered lower slipping past the hem of my pants and underwear, pulling them down to reveal my embarrassment.

“Here?” I felt him press his fingers against my folds, gathering the wetness.

“Can I touch you wherever I like?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he slipped one of his fingers into me, prodding my velvet walls.

“Can I make you come?” Gerald panted slowly as he started to pump his finger in and out. I squirmed and curled my toes trying to keep my voice down feeling pleasure ripe through me, as he curled and when a little deeper.

I felt him hit that very spot that made me mewl. The feeling in my stomach intensified, and it made me clench around him. I bucked your hips, softly crying.

"I’m-" you panted, eyes shut tightly, feeling a wave of pleasure crash down upon me. Gerald let me run out my orgasm pumping his fingers a few more times.

“You're so beautiful,” he muttered softly removing his fingers with a sick squelch noise. I suddenly felt disgusted with myself, feeling a few tears slip through my eyes. All of this was so sudden, so fast, so good.

“Shhh shhhh, it’s ok,” he whispered to me kissing away my tears. He started to mutter sweet nothings as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I was snapped out of the sweet moment when I heard an unbuckling of a belt.

“W-Wait!” I muttered wiggling my hips against him. He groaned and matched my squirming.

“Y-Yes?” He now sounded nervous, like I was gonna take away his dessert.

“Untie me please, I need to hold you” I muttered softly making Gerald smile before quickly untying me. I felt the burn of the ropes leave my skin as I gripped onto his shoulders ready for what’s to come.

I watched as Gerald finished unclipping his belt. He pushed his pants down, just enough to show his underwear, and my eyes are drawn to the prominent outline of his hardness, clearly visible through the material. He pushes the underwear down too, somewhat impatiently now.

His cock looks painfully hard, already a little wet around the swollen head as it dripped with pre-cum. He quickly and hastily adjusts his position between my legs giving himself a few pumps of his length.

I whined suddenly feeling needy, making him tightly grip my hips. I mewled feeling him prod my folds with the slick head of his length, swirling it around your swollen nub before parting your slit.

It slid to the center of my entry, where my heartbeat throbbed, where I was wet and waiting and wanting. I whimper gripping onto his shoulders feeling him stretch me wide. His hips touch the back of my thighs as he fills me, his body a quivering mess on top of mine.

“You’re so-” he sighs in pleasure, moving one of his hands from my hips to intertwine with my hand.

“You’re so warm and wet.” He whimpered suddenly jerking his hips into me like it was involuntary. I gasped feeling him start to sloppily snap his hips into me like it was the last thing he was gonna do.

The pressure building deep within me. How wet my walls were gripping onto his cock harder. I whimpered and gasps making his hips move faster, trying to get a more beautiful noise out of me.

His cock presses faster, harder, more insistently against that tender spot within me. I gasp feeling his cock twitch inside of me, I knew what he was gonna do, what he wanted to do, and felt my walls involuntarily clench around him at the thought.

“G-AHh-” I couldn’t get my words out feeling him hit the deepest and most intimate part of me. I felt his cock twitch violently as he let out a deep groan before he buries his face in the shelter of my neck.

“Ahnnn-” I moaned feeling the sudden flood of warmth flowing deep inside my core. He whimpers softly, his hips shuddered against my hips, pumping me full of his seed. I relishing the thought that every twitch of his cock meant another thick stream of his seed was slowly filling me up, marking me as his.

With a few last thrusts of his hips making sure to spill every last drop he had, he slowly pulled himself out of me. I whimpered feeling empty but too tired to try and pull him back in.

“I love you,” Gerald muttered pulling me close and covering over us. I didn’t wanna fight against him anymore, I didn’t want to tell him he didn't need to knock me out, all he had to do was to ask. I was already his, since from the beginning.

[ao3feed-scp]

by DrabbleAccount

They never knew what the taste of Euphoria is before they met her, A sarcastic asshole of a doctor who got nothing left to lose. Yet when knowing she might die or get terminated makes them even more protective of what's to come.

Words: 313, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: SCP Foundation, SCP - Containment Breach

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Various SCP Foundation Characters, SCP-049 (SCP Foundation), SCP-035 (SCP Foundation), SCP-682 (SCP Foundation), SCP-106 (SCP Foundation), SCP-096 (SCP Foundation), SCP-173 (SCP Foundation), Dr. Gears (SCP Foundation), SCP-076 (SCP Foundation), Dr. Iceberg (SCP Foundation), SCP-073 (SCP Foundation), SCP-999 (SCP Foundation), SCP-079 (SCP Foundation), SCP-105 (SCP Foundation), SCP-166 (SCP Foundation), SCP-239 (SCP Foundation), SCP-343 (SCP Foundation), SCP-191 (SCP Foundation), Dr. Gerald (SCP Foundation)

Relationships: SCP-035 (SCP Foundation)/Reader, SCP-049 (SCP Foundation)/Reader, SCP-106 (SCP Foundation)/Reader, SCP-073 & SCP-076-2 (SCP Foundation), SCP-076 (SCP Foundation)/Reader, SCP-682 (SCP Foundation)/Reader, SCP-079 (SCP Foundation)/Reader, SCP-096 (SCP Foundation)/Reader, SCP-173 (SCP Foundation)/Reader, Dr. Alto Clef/Dr. Benjamin Kondraki, Jack Bright/Dr. Simon Glass, Dr. Benjamin Kondraki/Reader, Dr. Rights (SCP Foundation)/Reader, Dr. Alto Clef/Reader

Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Yandere, Trauma, Slow Burn, Violence, Murder, Love/Hate, Mental Breakdown, Self-Hatred, murder me, can i die?, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, fucking kill me i beg of you, Possessive Behavior, Possession, steal and i kill, Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Incest, Sweet Home Alabama, This Is STUPID, Stupidity, i hate myself for writing this, unrealistic, Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, Mind Manipulation, Manipulative Relationship, That's All I Can Think Of, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, OOC, i forgot to write down death, Crack, Fluff and Crack, Serious, Lesbian Character

[worldwide-simp]

Here, take some of my writing from when I was brain dead // Yandere Scp x reader

military au

The last shot

not edited Warnings: swearing, graphic descriptions of violence, mention of death “Open fire!” Clef commanded, a barrage of bullets releasing on the word, piercing repeatedly through the invaders skin, flesh and bone.

Blood painted the ground a beautiful red as bodies decorated it like a woven tapestry. He clipped on the safety feature back onto his own double barrel shotgun, thinking to himself how life would be so much easier if it didn’t exist.

“I hate my job.” He mumbled, swiping the flecks of red off his face, accidentally smudging it even further in. A rapid fire of quiet curses were released to vent his growing frustration. The dirt under him crunched as he made the slightest of movement.

Kicking at an arm of a fallen enemy soldier, Clef glowered down at them, remembering the time that their bullets pierced his own skin. The difference was that he didn’t fucking die.

“Commander!” A soldier in training shouted to him, the distance between them blurring their words. Nevertheless, he heard it loud and clear, being a sort of mantra that repeated everyday and became his apparent sixth sense.

“What.” His tension filled voice amated the soldier as they closed the large distance between them, standing two metres away. A respectable distance.

“Have- have you not heard the radio..?” They stuttered slightly, shifting their feet below them. Clef’s expression became one of curiousity and believe it or not, apprehension.

“No, genius, mine was blown up.” His gruff voice breathed out, annoyance lacing it like fine poison. As he moved to place his full attention on the soldier, his blond neck-length hair ruffled with the slight breeze and the shorter strands rested on his face.

“Well- um, someone on our squad got shot.” Clef whipped his head to them, eyes widening in shock. If he wasn’t surprised before, he was now.

“Who?!” He demanded, pointing a finger towards them. They spluttered, overwhelmed with the sudden burst of energy from their normally stoic but eccentric commander.

“I don’t know! I just heard about it, they refused to elaborate on whether they are dead or alive.” Clef was extremely confused. Why wouldn’t they say anything about it if someone was injured? They would of had to be immediately taken to Y/N (assuming that they were alive).

“Have you not checked on who is missing?” He snapped, pulling at his hair as a coping mechanism, and it was certainly a painful one. The soldier winced when blood trickled from his scalp.

Clef stopped his erratic tugging and beckoned the soldier to follow, stamping on the bodies of the fallen as a sign of disrespect.

The rest of his awaiting squadron were already on their tanks, preparing the last of the equipment when they arrived, Clef dashing at immense speed while the soldier behind him struggled immensely, chest heaving in shortness of breath.

“Does anyone have any fucking information on that injured member?” Clef inquired, slipping into the entrance, his voice echoing through the tank. Dimitri nodded, answering the question that Clef wanted so desperately answered.

“He is fine, Y/N retrieved him, had a talk with them and it appears that he is in stable condition, it was a shot to the leg, but still something to be concerned about. It is apparent that he won’t step foot in military ground for quite some time.” He answered, Dimitri’s voice a steady calm, his Russian accent slipping through.

Clef nodded in silent thanks, heart rate becoming steady once again. Honestly, the thing he was most worried about was the fact another casualty would’ve slipped under his belt and become another ornament that he had failed his squadron once again.

Even with his seemingly uncaring attitude, Clef valued each and every soldier like a rare gem, their uniqueness shining through and defining their personality. He would never admit that if someone asked him.

The rumbling of hard ground against sturdy tires snapped him out of his delusional thoughts, and he peered out of the small hatch that was the only source of natural light and view (not counting the scope connected to the roof).

A broken static resounded through one of the radios that so happened to be connected to Dimitri. He looked at it for a few seconds before turning the comm on and increasing the volume.

“This is Y/N speaking, for your peace of mind, be assured that Gerald is doing well.” Your voice broke through the tension filled silence, just the fact that you spoke made their hearts fill with warmth.

Clef turned towards the mic, staring at Dimitri expectantly. Dimitri in question glanced up, feeling the gaze of Alto Clef piercing his radio.

“Dimitri, could I talk to them.” He asked, well more so demanded, his attitude turning a 180. A slight creaking of the hull was ignored, the silence tense once again.

“Take it.” He said, glowering towards Clef. Throwing it with a steady hand harshly towards him, Clef caught it with expected ease.

“My my, jealous, Dimitri?” Clef taunted, cooing in a mockingly soft tone. The soldier that had hopped aboard watched the spectacle unfold, waiting for a bloodbath to commence, whispering in the mic that so happened to have you on the other end.

Dimitri glared daggers, but said nothing more. Clef was quite the nasty person when it came to the concerns of you, maybe because you were the only person he trusted in the hellhole, two years was quite the amount of time to know someone. But there were always secrets that could be hidden with a mask and nothing more.

He clipped on the mic, the quiet, unnoticeable conversation between you and Iris was put on a standstill as he switched on comms, a gentle clicking sound indicated it was successful.

“Hello!” You spoke, uncertainty in your tone as the background noise of scissors snapping roughly through flesh and the words of gentle reconciliation reverberated, giving the illusion that it was louder that it actually was.

“Hey Y/N, how are you and Gerald?” Clef smiled, his heart racing through a full F1 track. You paused, though the cutting of flesh resumed, making up for the lack of communication.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking, I think Gerald is the one you should be more concerned about.” You jabbed.

He laughed, it was a bit forced but what wasn’t anyways.

“I believe I also asked about the well-being of Gerald, am I wrong?” In Clef’s mind, he believed you were starting a light-hearted banter, and it was like that, just with the aftermath of atmosphere tension, similar to the fragility of string. When it is woven, drawn taunt and held straight, it turns sharp (not literally).

“Nothing nothing, you don’t understand. Now get over here and we can talk.” You hummed, the shuffling of metal equipment heard and you mumbled something under your breath.

part 1 of 3

[theunderneath]

Hello, sorry i came out blue i was thinking make request long while but lot shit happen in life so I forgot what i wanted but I think request fluff scp doctors ( king, kondraki, R.gerald or agent dimitri arkdeyevich strelnikov.) being sick reader take care of them? Apologise for any error I wirte this on my phone.

Oh some new faces! Great, I love them. I know all of those guys so this should be a bit easy. I think all I need to do is read some shit about Strelnikov so I can get a better feel for him. I've already done Kondraki, soooooo-

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Dr. Everett King

"I've made some soup! I tried to pick out all of the apple seeds but there might still be a few, sorry."

- When he gets sick he usually just calls out from work or just ignores it until it goes away. He really is just the normal dude cursed with apple seeds, he doesn't want to be sick on top of that. When his darling gets sick he mostly just treats them as they are, sick.

- He makes some soap out of the box. He makes sure you get enough water and sleep. He can cook, he just isn't some 5-star chef. He's a one to buy boxed meals and be perfectly happy with it. Since it's easy to cook with box meals than making them from scratch (Cause apple seeds EVERYWHERE)

- He honestly just gets a bit more stressed with his darling being sick. He tries not to show it since he doesn't like stressing out his darling himself. So he might just check in a little more than he should, making sure you're still alive.

Dr. R████████ J███ I█████ Gerald

"Uh-Sooo, the kitchen is on fire and I kinda broke the pot of soup. I'm just gonna order something if that's OK."

- When he’s sick, he hates life just a bit more. God has cursed him and he hates everyone except his darling in these moments. He just feels so sick and he can’t even cook for himself! When his darling is sick he just tries his best. Is just trying to make them feel better without dying.

- Dudes an awful cooks, everything that could go wrong goes wrong. He’s literally the one sitting in his own tears on the floor as everything blows up around him. He tries to make his darling food but it is trash, he just orders food for them at the end of the day.

- He gets so soft around a sick darling. They just look so helpless and all he wants to do is protect them until the hurt goes away. Expect to be spending a lot of time with this man. Too many cuddles are a thing and he will make it a reality.

Agent Dmitri Arkadeyevich Strelnikov

"I've made some porridge, take it."

- Like a true soldier, he overpowers any weakness he might have. In reality, he just powers through it and if anyone asks him if he’s sick, he kicks their ass for even suggesting an idea like that. He doesn't like to feel weak. When his darling gets sick he completely changes his attitude.

- He can cook, it’s just some weird stuff his darling has never heard of in your life but it still tastes good. He also will hand feed his darling so he can make sure his darling eats enough (To his liking at least, it’s definitely too much for a normal person).

- He definitely acts a lot sweeter when his darling is sick. He might be more of a test as well. He’s just like “Ha your feeble body can't take some weak ass virus, ha!” even though he’s probably the one that gave it to his darling since he wouldn’t admit he was sick. He also might be a little blunt, since he isn't great with being soft.