#yandere scientist x reader

[suiana]

I cant do this anymore our science and ap subject now have math

so sorry to hear that babe... but imagine dying and ur yandere! scientist who's your best friend that's not-so-secretly in love with you brings you back to life after you accidentally die

you're dazed, body completely stiff and sore as you take in your surroundings. huh... why did it feel like you just woke up from a super duper long nap? where were you? weren't you dead? you were pretty sure that you got hit by a truck when you were walking home...

that's when you realize that you were chained to a bed.

"what the-?!"

"good morning darling! did you sleep well?"

your best friend pops out from nowhere, surprising you as he holds out a few of his thingy majigs. what? were you in his... home or something? doesn't look like it but since he's here it's not completely impossible-

"you're in my lab, my cute lil frankestein ❤️"

???

um... were you hearing correctly or did he just call you frankestein?

"whaha... funny joke my guy-"

and then you sit up and realise that he wasn't joking. you really did look like a freak of nature. a real frankestein.

your skin was stitched together, the colour looking almost green and- what the hell did you lose an eyeball?

"you-! did you steal my body from the cemetery?!"

"i couldn't let my darling die now, could i?"

the scientist merely shakes his head, clicking his tongue. you could only stare at him in horror as he begins going on another one of his stupid rambles about how he needed you by his side and how he would die if you weren't there with him.

"uh, i never said it when i was alive but dude, don't you think you like me a little too much? it's almost like you love me or something haha-"

"oh my, wasn't it obvious? i am in love with you."

oh my balls.

"if it wasn't obvious from how i talked to you, i'm pretty sure it is through my actions. i mean,"

he pauses, looking at you before sighing dreamily. he clasps his hands together, wearing a crazed look on his already crazy face. you could only shiver as he presses a kiss to your forehead and sits down uncomfortably close to you.

"i brought you back to life after all."

you feel your mouth grow dry at his words, unable to get anything out. what were you supposed to say to that? i mean, yeah, you think he's devoted if he brought you back...? like???

"good news though! i found a way to help you live forever! you won't ever die now!"

"what?!"

if it were possible, you think your only remaining eye would've rolled out of your skull as well.

"oh don't worry, my sweet darling. when the time comes i'll make myself a frankestein too! that way we can be together forever!"

that was not what you wanted to hear, damnit.

sure you loved him as a friend but now that you know that he likes you? and that he's crazy enough to steal your body from the cemetery (which you're 99% sure is a crime) AND bring you back to life... you're pretty sure you'd be trying to find another way to die if you had to spend the rest of time with him ngl.

"we'll never be apart again ❤️"

oh hell nah you're getting BACK in the coffin

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Scientist Husband x Reader

“Till death do us part.”

Marrying you is the best thing that’s ever happened to Thomas. Well, that’s a lie, actually – anything involving you, from your first meeting to your first date to your engagement to everything, is the best thing that has happened to him and will happen to him. Just being with you makes his heart whole and life full.

But when he said that he would never part from you unless one of you died, he hadn’t expected your death to come so suddenly. No, he thought – dreamt – that you would live happily together well into your old age, before passing away peacefully next to each other. So, when he gets the phone call from the hospital informing him that you had been in an accident, Thomas’ world stops moving. It’s as if a part of him has crumpled to dust, leaving nothing but traces of your memories.

But somehow, he’s able to go through the motions of preparing for your funeral, despite his body feeling like an empty husk of a person.

It’s only when your funeral is over that Thomas has an epiphany. Death doesn’t have to separate you two. Oh, no. So, in the dead of night, Thomas goes to the graveyard. He pulls out your coffin, before pulling your corpse out. You’re still so beautiful even after death, almost like you’re sleeping. No, you are sleeping. Thomas will find a way to wake you up. With that thought, he cleans up the graveyard perfectly so that no one is aware about your corpse’s disappearance.

Thomas soon goes back to his normal life, at least in the public eye. While parading a mask of perfect normalcy in front of others, Thomas secretly begins his experiments. He’s nothing if not a scientist, so it’s really not that difficult for him to lock himself in his lab for hours upon hours. He perfectly preserves your body for the day he’ll finally have the knowledge to bring you back. It’s not an easy process and he has to start small, but after decades of work, he’s close to having you back.

Yes, he’ll have you back soon. Not even death can keep you from him.

[monstersholygrail]

Do Hybrid!Readers count?

I’m thinking of a monster Reader being kept for research purposes and catching the attention of the newest hire. Cheeky, beastly Reader with an awkward, nerdy scientist who unsuccessfully tries to hide his infatuation. He stares for too long, finds pathetic excuses to work overtime, and pretends to be deeply interested in whatever topic involves Reader. Lately, he’s been spotted reading a book about Reader’s kind, particularly mating habits. For, uh, science, mind you.

Alternatively, it can be a human Reader in a monster lab. I just found the dynamic funny. :)

Aaaah, yes yes! It definitely counts, I love this sorta dynamic. It can be really hilarious and a ton of fun ^_^

None of the Scientists in the lab could really figure you out. You were a giant beast who appeared naturally incredibly threatening. So all the scientists had been a bit hesitant to get in close and really figure out what kind of Hybrid you were exactly.

But they just had to. Because for some reason, some idiot had accidently leaked to the press that they had you in custody. Before they knew it there were countless pictures and articles plastered all over the internet about you. People wanted answers and they sadly had to be the ones to get them. So they brought in a specialist.

The young Scientist stared up at you in awe the first time he met you. He couldn’t actually believe he was meeting you up close. He didn’t know how to react. In fact, he didn’t know anything at all when it came to you. You see, he wasn’t actually a hybrid specialist. He was a scientist, that part was true! Everything else may have been a slight exaggeration on his application.

He just wanted to see you so so bad. He had to. The moment he saw those pictures of you he knew the two of you were meant to be. You were the reason he had never totally clicked with humans, couldn’t keep a partner, and had never fallen in love. His heart was waiting for you.

And now that he was with you, he needed to know everything about you. Not only to sate his own desire but also, ya know, to keep his job. Or else some foolish human might try and separate him from you again. It left him fawning over you constantly, watching you all day everyday, always staying late just so he could be alone with you for a couple hours, and butting in whenever someone tried to talk about you. Because of course he knew you best.

His growing knowledge of you left him convinced you were nearing your heat. Your restless behavior. The way you kept banging against the glass trying to get to him. Over the weeks you had noticed his interest and his care and yours had grown just as much. You had chosen him as your mate and he wanted to be there for you.

The only thing he could think to do was read books on mating behaviors. Of just about every single Hybrid species you could possible be.

Stacks of books surround him in the lab. His interest of you hadn’t gone unnoticed by the others. Not by a long shot. But they brushed off his strange behavior if jt kept him closer to you and them farther away. They avoid him now too, looking at him like the absolute freak he is as they realize what he’s reading.

Their worry doesn’t decrease when he later explains how you need to mate soon in order to keep you in check. They look at him like he’s truly gone insane and maybe he has. The wild look in his eye has only grown more intense the more he’s been around you without truly being with you.

He convinces them with the idea that you’ll be better after you’ve mated. Easier to handle. More open to having experiments done on you while your body is sated and exhausted after being fucked for hours on end. While in reality, from what he’s studied, the opposite is true.

He doesn’t plan on letting them go anywhere within a mile of you. Not with injections, chemicals, and especially not with their grubby little hands. No, only he can touch you. Only he deserves to be near your beauty and grace.

After you mate with him you’re going to be even more wild and destructive, your instincts inflamed and ready to fight. He’s gonna use that to get you two out of that lab if it’s the last thing he does.

Meanwhile the other scientists don’t suspect a thing as they stand a safe distance away from the cage as it opens to let the young scientist inside. The metal door snaps shut once he’s inside and he feels like he can finally breathe now that there’s nothing keeping you two a part.

Mirroring smirks grow on your faces, your expressions speaking of a secret just between the two of you. And as you both finally meet each other in a passionate embrace, you know this will be a wild night that will end with your freedom and a mate by your side.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

My Purpose

Mad Scientist Husband x Reader x Yandere Clone

Now your husband, Dorian Goodman, truly believed he was doing you a favor with his newest creation… or should he say creations? He felt like a horrible husband by being away from you for long hours but he was allergic to pet dandruff so that was out of the equation… so why not clean himself? That way you wouldn’t be lonely! He only had his genius to blame for the horror he inflicted on you from this…

So imagine waking up to see your husband laying beside you in the bed still? His arms felt colder than normal and he smelled like preservatives… something was off but you couldn’t put your finger on it… his black hair was still long and beautiful just like his dark lashes. But something in your gut told you this wasn’t him.

And that’s when the figure beside you wakes up and gives you a bright smile. “I’m Dee. I’m your husband’s clone to keep you company while he’s away.”

You never shot up from the bed so fast to call your husband. You were extremely upset with him for creating a replica of himself rather than spend time with you himself… the nerve!

But your husband reassured you it was fine. That Dee was essentially him in every single way and that Dee could be your companion. He brushed off your concerns on this being cheating since Dee was a complete biological copy of Dorian himself but Dee could be deactivated by Dorian’s voice… it frustrated you. Why couldn’t he just leave his silly inventions behind and just spend time with his own spouse once and awhile? You were so lonely in this mansion…

But you didn’t take your frustration out on Dee. The poor clone was as clueless as you but he insisted he was created to serve you. Dee’s purpose was to take care of your needs

Dee would clean around the house and do the yard work. He was the complete opposite of the stoic Dorian. He felt more like a real human being than your own husband… minus how abnormally cold he was. He didn’t talk much but he was there. You started to grow attached to him

You spent a lot of time with Dee. He’d cover you with a blanket if you sat in your reading nook to read, he’d brew you your favorite coffee/tea, and he’d rub your shoulders. You constantly had to tell Dee that it was okay. That he didn’t have to be at your every beck and call but he would always say, “you’re my purpose.”

And Dee took notice of your sexual frustration when he peaked in on you touching yourself in the privacy of the bathroom within the glass shower walls. Curiosity began to settle in him. The cute whimpers and cries from your lips stirred something within him and he pushed the door open

You nearly screamed when Dee entered the bathroom, the only place he wasn’t beside you. But what shocked you more was the large erection in his gray joggers. It seemed he was more human than you thought and you were aching for something inside of you…

You let Dee have his way with you. He truly was a copy of your husband from how much he stretched you. Dee felt so good. He was so big and he was so strong. And he oddly smelled like your husband now… like clean linen and citrus. It was comforting and sexy. It was like Dorian was with your right now. Like Dorian was inside of you.

And in your passion it spilled from your lips once your orgasm rocked through you. Three little words that changed Dee forever, “I love you.” Dee held you while he rode you through your orgasm until his finally came. His strong arms held you up and his cheeks were filled with color. You loved him. You loved him. Dee didn’t want to ever be deactivated. Des wanted to be with you.

Dee would big spoon you every night. His large body pressed as close to yours as physically possible. There was a change in him. He was starting to become warm. Warm like a furnace. It was strange…. Dee became more and more human as the days turned to months. Your texts to your real husband became less and less but he probably didn’t even notice since he was busy with his inventions.

Dee would make you breakfast every morning and have his face between your legs to please you while you ate. Breakfast and sex became the norm for you and him. It felt so wonderful to feel wanted again. And every time, Dee begged you to tell him how you loved him. He would do anything to you to hear those words. Anything.

A shame you started to neglect your real husband. Dorian was shocked to see you folded up in a pretzel in your bed while Dee slammed into you like a mad man. This wasn’t what the clone was built for. He wasn’t built to fuck you. What the hell?

And that’s when Dee gave him a smirk. It was like looking in a mirror except there was something terrifying behind those ice blue eyes. Something sinister and Dorian didn’t like it at all. Dorian needed to get rid of Dee quickly… Dorian gave Dee one last look before he walked out of the room before you noticed

Dee kissed your head as he tucked you in. “I’m going to go get some water, okay?”

Dorian waited in the kitchen for Dee to come to him and the clone did. Dorian and him stared at each other for a few minutes before Dorian sighed.

“Deactivate.” Dorian told Dee but the clone remained standing there menacingly rather than deactivating like he was supposed to. “I said deactivate-“

And that’s when Dee launched himself toward Dorian and began to strangle him. His ice blue eyes filled with glee as the color slowly drained from Dorian’s face. An evil smirk on his face.

“It’s my purpose to make (your name) happy and there not happy with you so you can’t deactivate me anymore.” Dee whispered in Dorian’s ear. “They don’t love you. They love me.”

Dee ended up burying Dorian in the backyard before you woke up. He didn’t want you to be sad about your old husband any longer….

Dee slipped the ring he took off Dorian’s finger onto his. The shiny gold band now proudly on display. A smile on his face. Your real husband was with you now and he’d make you happy.

[heartfullofleeches]

[Yan Scientist approaches Slime Reader's cage]

"Doctor! Keep your distance! That creature's slime dissolves clothing as if it were tissue paper."

[Slime darling looks around their cage before pointing at themselves]

Slime Reader: ???

[They make eye contact with the scientist - opening their arms wide for a hug despite the walls of thick glass between them]

Slime Reader: :D <3

Yan Scientist: Everyone out of the lab.

"Doctor-"

Yan Scientist, messing with the keypad wired to the slime's cage: Emergency testing - everyone out of this room right fucking now.

[yan-maid-cafe]

Yandere Scientist

Imagine being taken care of by a yandere scientist...

Lev was a down on his luck scientist. He had been obsessed with marine biology since he was a young boy. Researching various forms of aquatic life, it was his passion. So when he got out of college and got a job as an assistent at one of the biggest marine biology facilities in the country. Slowly climbing the ranks until he became a researcher of his own.

But he felt the passion slowly begin to die. It wasn't the deep sea expiditions and discovering long forgotten species like he had expected. Instead it was mostly busy work. Look at these scales, watch this video, go to this lecture. It was a drag. Nothing like the life he wanted for himself. And he couldn't escape it. Life felt like a drag...

He just wanted to end it all...

Than something unexpected happened. He was doing his standard report on his recent findings when he got a sudden call from one of the higher ups, the ones who rarely spoke to anybody. They told him that he was selected for a top secret project and wanted to know if he was in. His curiosity got the better him and agreed, filling out all the NDAs and paper work immediantly. What could be so important that he needed to sign all of this?

He was escorted to a new lab, being told it was where he would be staying for the forseeable future. He was confused by what assignment he had been given. But than he saw it. He saw you...

In a small holding tank was a creature he had only ever seen in myth. A large fish like tail that appeared to have been torn up with large gashes in the tail and a ripped caudal fin, all wrapped in water proof bandages. Or at least the best they could wrap it. But from the waist up was a person. They looked human, except for the scaled texture on various parts of their skin, the webbed hands, and fins in place of ears. They were scratched up there as well, with wrapped up arms and even a damaged facial fin. They were a merfolk.

One of the higher ups told him the story. How a group of fisherman went to a new area by their home to fish, but when they went to leave something had gotten caught in the propeller and when they looked again there was just a large thing of blood. They believed that you had gone to investigate the new boat only to get caught in the propeller when they went to leave. Which left your body scared and damaged. Though they had no confirmation, mainly due to the fact there seemed to be some kind of language barrier. With the merfolk only speaking in chirps and chatters, leaving them unable to get anykind of information out of you.

So that just left Lev's new job. He was meant to take care of you until your body healed while also observing you. It was a nice change of pace from the boring life he was used to, and there was something so thrilling about being on an assignment that so few people knew about. But he didn't expect thing to change so much...

There was something about you that just made him feel alive. Maybe it was your cute face or childish curiosity. There was just something there that he adored. He could spend all day watching you. Just witnessing you play with the various bath and water toys he had bought you in his off time. And he couldn't stop the ache in his heart whenever you struggled. Having to stop swimming when the pain in your tail became too much to bare, or when you're unable to control your swimming due to your damaged caudal fin leaving you to bump into the glass of the tank constantly. He just wanted to stay by you, he just wanted to care for you. You were all he had anymore...

So when he was called into a meeting with the higher ups, he was in shock. They believed you were healed as much as you could on your own, and it was time for them to step in. That some of the scientists had been making a prosthetic tail fin, something meant to replace your caudal fin. And that once you got the hang of the prosthetic they'd let you return home. He couldn't believe it.

When he got back to his lab, he threw everything on his desk to the floor. They couldn't do this to him. Not after everything you two had gone through. What did they think would happen? Did they just plan to chip you like some kind of animal and let you back out? You were almost killed once already, they were just throwing you back into the jaws of death. You hadn't even been around danger in months, almost a year. You couldn't function on your own in the cold dangerous ocean. You couldn't function without him. And he couldn't function without you either. You needed eachother, what would you do seperated?

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he looked over at the tank. How long had his hand been pressed against it? But that wasn't what he cared about, all he cared about was your webbed hand on the other side of the glass. Pressed to the same spot as his. A broken laugh spilled from his lips as he pressed he cheek against the glass, tears in his eyes as he spoke to you. Uncaring of whether you could understand him or not.

"I-I knew it. I knew you felt the same. You don't want to go back to that cold dark place. You want to stay with me too. I just know it. They won't take you away. They can't take you away. I'll take both of us out of the picture before I let them rip you out of my arms. My world. My life~..."

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. "won't miss your favourite cock?" : 

﹙ yandere mad doctor x fem assistant reader x yandere mad scientist  ﹚.𖹭 ݁

﹙ kinktober : blackmail ﹚yandere ˖ boss ˖ mad doctor ˖ snake monster ˖ hybrid monster ˖ mad scientist characters . . . verse 209 jìngyí x fem reader x rishen !! 🍒 : 

you are now regretting your nights of passion with your bosses. because when you try to resign after witnessing some horrific things done by their hands - well, let's just say that jìngyí very promptly reminds you of a few photos in his possession. along with how your body will always crave him and his husband.

﹙ cws ﹚: dub con ˖ blackmail ˖ thigh riding ˖ pussy smacking ˖ penetrative sex ˖ mouth play ˖ rough sex ˖ threesome ˖ use of slut/whore ˖ some degradation ˖ office sex ˖ multiple orgasms | wc : 1.9k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: i have no idea what I was on when I wrote this but istg these two had me loopin 

꒰  other treats : guidelines ˖ m.list ˖ characters ˖ our lore  ꒱

“Now why couldn’t you be a good girl like this when you first stepped in?”

Your trembling knees split over a dark pants leg. Calloused palms graze the exposed, soft flesh of your thighs. With long fingers curling into your supple skin and pulling you closer. Pressing your folds covered by black panties down onto his leg.

A soft mewl drips from your lips before your hand raises to your flushed face. Shame filing you to your core as you are ground down on your boss’ thigh. If only to whimper when he circles your wrist with his grip and pins it to the arm of his ebony office chair.

“Now,” Jìngyí tuts. A small spank delivered to your ass before he’s pressing you down further. The pressure combined with the bouncing of his leg twists pleasure through your core and your head throws back slightly. “Why hide that pretty face from me, sweetheart? Let your boss see how well you ride his thigh.”

The slow smile on his perfect lips made you wish to slap it off of his gorgeous face. Sharp features that hang a dark expression at the idea of doing this to you.

Again.

Tears of frustration well in your eyes. If only to spill when two fingers reach down, pull your panties to the side and stroke at your little clit. “A-Ah - sir,” is all you can whine. Hips bucking into his a bit more at the swirls of pleasure.

“There you go.” Jìngyí’s dark croon makes your ears wish to bleed. All you can do is helplessly rock yourself down on his thigh. On his thumb that mercilessly rubs at your throbbing clit. Just to see the way that you spill all over the fabric of his pants.

“I thought you enjoyed my touch? You did so last time. Oh how you spilled.”

His hand yanks your thighs up a bit. So that he can deliver a small smack to your weeping cunt before he’s shoving you back down and grinding you rougher. A yelp, then long, whining moans pull from your lungs and your hands shakily take his shoulders.

The look on your face says it all. Of course, you have always been painfully attracted to him - and his husband - you even found yourself between them on a few nights of passion. But recent events drove you to try your luck at quitting. Fearful of those that you called superior. Those you thought were gentle, benevolent.

Which is what wounded you up here. Riding on your boss’ lap after he so promptly reminded you of what exactly he has on your name. . . the scatter of nude photographs you so foolishly consented to blare on his desk. Evidence of your naivety.

Perhaps you should simply enjoy it. You do. The wonderful feel of the fabric against your quivering slit. His hands all over you. Either gripping at your thighs and grinding you faster or slipping up to cup at your breasts. His rough thumbs running along your perked nipples after a small spit to slick the sensitive flesh.

“How you mewled for me, my dear. Barely wanted me to leave this tight little pussy huh?” The doctor’s deep voice rings against your ear. His hands clamp down on your thighs and slot you over further. Fingers part your folds. Creating the most intense combination of pressure and friction that has you whining out and limping into him. Your hips sloppily grinding as pleasure swells through your being.

“S-Sir - Jìngyí - please,”

“Oh no, darling. Please, cum for me, hmm?”

That drawl in his voice. The way he reaches down to flick at your clit before tracing back up to rub your hard nipples. The feel of his lips is devilish on your neck. His hands. Everything.

You cannot stop yourself from the moan that spills. The desperation in both your tone and actions as you clench up around nothing. The pleasure brings a memory of his thick cock splitting you in two. Milking you for all you’re worth. And -

It’s enough to have you cumming. Creaming on his pants leg as your face falls into his shoulder. Mouthing into his neck as you moan for him. While your hips needily rock into him to ride out your orgasm. Feel that pleasure just a bit longer.

“There you go. That’s my girl. There she is.”

Jìngyí lets out a husky chuckle. Pulling at your thighs again so that you are kneeling over his. An eager tongue swipes across his lower lip at the sight of your essence dripping. Without warning - two fingers swipe along your slit. Stroking a few times before bringing the slick to your mouth.

His eyes said it all. Open darling. And so you do. Greedily taking in your own cum so that you might feel his digits press at the back of your tongue. Hear that deep chuckle of approval.

The hitch in his breath tells you he’s about to speak — if not for the door that slides open. Your heart stops, yet when you try to pull away from his fingers he merely curls them on your tongue and claws at your thigh.

“So,” a smooth voice, practically dripping with velvet, eases into the room. A familiar song that has you pressing your hips down onto Jìngyí’s thigh. “Suppose you were right, gēgē.”

A trail of saliva is all that connects your mouth to the doctor’s fingertips before he spins you around to face his husband’s cunning smirk. Those large hands split your thighs as Jìngyí grinds his hard bulge up into your dripping pussy. Earning a moan for Rishen who only grins at the sight.

“My - is it even considered blackmail at this point?”

He murmurs. Maroon eyes cast a glance to the pictures across the desk - a flash of memory washes over his gaze before the lust is all focused on you again. His smooth hands press down on your inner thighs as he leans over you. Red lips pressing to yours slowly, sensually. You cannot help but whimper.

Realisation rears its head. And your cunt throbs at the idea of being used by the husbands again. It twitches at the mere sight of them exchanging a kiss over your shoulder.

“Such a desperate little thing. But as promised,” Jìngyí sighs with a small shake of his head. “She is all yours first, my love.”

It’s all you heard before blurs find your vision. You aren’t even sure when you wounded up in Rishen’s lap who took his husband’s place in the chair - who you now face as Jìngyí leans against the desk. You couldn’t even remember hearing the buckle of his pants -

All you can feel is his hardened tip running along your wet slit. The mere notion that he’s already hard and ready for you has you whimpering.

“Mister Herrera . . .”

Your croak is greeted by one of those delicate, ring-decorated hands again. Fingers that wrap around your jaw and flex to squish at your face. Pull your head to the side to meet his addicting kisses once more.

“Hmm, darling? Are you scared?” Rishen’s drawl has you squirming. Especially when his tip drags between your folds. Collecting your slick and smearing his own.

“Shouldn’t be. You remember your favourite cock, right?”

And oh, does your pussy remember. It clenches the second he begins easing in. Inch by inch. As though trying to cling to it - make sure he never leaves again. Thank him for filling you to the brim as he always does.

Needy moans spill. Your hips buck at the feel of his dick throbbing in your gummy walls. The way that his hands guide your hips so that he can grind up against all of those perfect spots that have you mewling.

“R-Rish - Rishen,”

His spank to your thigh immediately has you correcting yourself. A trembling - ‘sorry Mister Herrera’ - taking its place before all you are subjected to is hiccups and gasping moans.

He fucks up into you mercilessly. As always. His grip easing from your thighs, to your hips - wrapping around your waist so that his gold rings dig into your skin. The new leverage that he has gives him the perfect force to bounce you like a ragdoll back onto his cock.

“A-Ah - hngh -mngh!”

“Yeah - yeah look at that. You were going to leave this, darling? Leave this cock? Huh?”

You sob and shake your head as the wet plapping of skin fills the room. Rishen makes sure that his balls slap against your fluttering folds repeatedly. Make sure you take all of him so that you can remind yourself what you tried to leave.

It is only when you see a blink in your vision that you look up properly. The sight before you only makes you clench up and cum around Rishen with a whining gasp.

Jìngyí stands there, leaned against the desk with a holographic screen at his right fingertips. Two fingers over a digital camera lens - very obviously recording the scene. You and your sopping cunt taking your other boss’ cock as though you were made for it. Spilling all over his lap as though you hadn’t brought your resignation in this morning.

“Seems like someone is a bit too excited over being filmed,” murmurs the doctor. Resisting the urge to reach his free hand down and stroke over his own bulge.

Rishen’s chuckle mocks your ear. A sharp clap echoes through the room. With the stinging flesh of your ass the evidence of his harsh hand. “Seems so. Ever the needy slut.” His hips piston with more force. If that was even possible. Pounding up into you until you’re throwing your head back and sobbing out apologies.

“P-Please - please - Rihh - Jìng - hngh.”

“Please what, my dear? Please fuck me faster? Please fill me up?”

“Please keep me here? Please keep recording?”

Their taunts bring tears to your eyes and squeeze the air out of your lungs. If not that — then the way that Rishen abruptly stood. Shoving you to the desk so that your legs dangle and rutting against your ass until you’re drooling all over the wood. Eyes rolled back. Cum squirting down your quivering thighs.

“Good little whore. Why leave when your pussy so desperately wants to stay?”

Rishen removes himself with only slap to your sopping cunt. Switching places with Jìngyí who wastes no time in unbuckling his pants and easing a rough hand over your head. So that your face is shoves into the desk. Moans melting into the wood as he presses into your dripping hole.

His groan is heavy. So are his thrusts. Heavier than his husband’s. More demanding - they shook the table even more somehow. All while you can do nothing but take it. Take - and take - and take your favourite cocks until you’re spilling all over the floor.

Dizzy. Pleasure filled. Begging for more. What a fool you were to think you could live without this.

“That’s it. Such a loyal whore.”

“Better get used to it, sweetheart. If you won’t be our secretary - how does our pretty little cumdump sound?

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[autumnywinter]

Yandere!scientist who is obsessed over you. They love everything about you, but you don't love them. Instead of forcing their love on you, they take a different approach.

They clone you.

You'd be horrified if you saw the various you's they've created. Some are abominations, nothing but goop begging to be put out of its misery. Other times, they look flawlessly like you.

But that's the issue. They look like you, but they aren't you, just a hollowed version of yourself. And that's what drives Yandere!scientist mad.

After failed attempt after failed attempt, they decide this isn't enough. They need you.

[obsessive-valentine]

Sleepy time with the yanderes

I’ve got bad writers block so have this in the mean time, sorry guys :/

Barbarian - You wake up to thunder and find yourself wrapped up in many layers of fur, more than you had fallen asleep with, you are warm and snug and cannot see even your hand infront your face, all you hear is the pitter patter of rain on the tent roof and the quiet snores of the barbarian next to you. You almost instantly fall back asleep.

Childhood Friend Fae - The room is dimly lit by the small pile of logs in the fireplace -you hear them crackle and pop- watching the dying flames dance as your eyes get heavy, you can also hear him flip a book page as he reads beside you. By the time the fireplace dies you find sleep -he blows out the candle he was using to read before joining you under the covers and snaking a arm around your waist. “Sleep well love”

Fisherman - Aged handmade knitted and patchwork blankets rub against you, laying your head on him it rises and falls with his chest and a muffled heartbeat and hand that rubs your back lulls you to sleep. Your breaths synced a long time ago.

Vampire - You keep the dim table lamp on to chase away the shadows of the unfamiliar room, looking around at the old paintings and decor, the wind whistles through the old windows and doors and the luxurious silk sheets do little to comfort you; however the almost inaudible violin he plays on the other side of the manor reaches your ears and comforts you enough to find sleep.

Platonic mad-scientist - You lay on the small leather sofa in his study, cheek squished against a pillow and fast asleep, with his back to you he intensely writes at his desk. It’s dark outside but the room is fairly lit, you still however found sleep to the sound on the pen and his muttering. He shuts his book and drops the pen, you hear the faint steps in your subconscious of him coming to take you to bed. “Let’s get you to bed”

Classic Yandere - The cold cuff stubbornly hugs your ankle a harsh contrast to the gentle fingers that trace patterns on your arm, the murmurs of the tv and it’s light dimly bouncing off the walls making the walls glow and flicker aids in your quest to find sleep. You fall asleep faster than usual due to emotional exhaustion from the long day. His eyes peel away from the film to glance at you seeing you asleep he doesn’t stop tracing patterns on your arms. “I love you”

Hockey player - He convinced you to stay over his house for the night, you both talked and laughed till you fell asleep the house now quiet aside from the sound of cars and people out late on the streets that slipped in through the window. He dreamed of where he’d take you for the first date.

Changing husband - Your stomach is full from the dinner he helped you cook and you felt content with your day, at peace, and most importantly -in love. With his arm draped over you he dozed in something similar to the sleep you experience but dreamless and light, he was almost silent aside from some shuffling letting you know he’s still very much alive. The comforting arm was all you needed to fall asleep.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Eve

You know how most Otome games are vaguely historical? Usually some non-specific mishmash of European countries? But fluffier and with more bows? It had once "gotten" to me, I think. I remember looking for outliers. Non-joke ones. Something that wasn't just "but this time with hats!"

I found one.

And now? Now I'm not sure if I curse that day or thank whatever force of nature lead me there. I guess... I guess it depends. Would I still have ended up HERE? If I had not found it? If so, then I genuinely and actually fucking rue it. Like... like actual "you'll rue the day! Bwahaha!" Type rue it. That's me. Ruing.

But? If it was always going to happen?

Then I guess...

I guess I'm weirdly glad. Because at least I have some fucking idea of what's going ON. Terrible, as it all is. Fucked, as the situation is. At least I'm not... not confused. Blind and at the mercy of those around me. Ignorance truely isn't bliss. All it does is leave you to try an fill in the blanks yourself. Usually with something far worse.

Not that the situation could GET much worse, by much.

I was in an Otome game. NOT a flower, high society, and dragons kind either. No. I? Was in a Dark Sci-Fi otome game. "Fate of man" was thrown around a lot. Power of luuuuv~ and such. Also, you know, HORRIFIC ethical violations. Human experimentation. Cataclysmic events and humanity "starting over".

All the high drama sci-fi concepts you could expect. It was a romp. Had good art. I'd had fun! Which is why I remember it so clearly.

Less fun when you're IN IT.

When you AREN'T one of the characters you KNOW will survive.

In fact, are one of the characters you know WON'T fucking survive. And will probably die MESSY. Horribly. Cause see, our BELOVED Harem collecting Protagonist? She? Was AN Eve. "AN".

Take a wild fucking guess what THAT project is about.

Did you say "breeding a better race of humans"? Ding ding ding! With humanity currently fucked, they want to FIX the problem by FIXING humanity. And of course, fuck ethics! Volunteers? Why use those?! Let's horrifically mad scientist our way to atrocity-ville! Make it all the more "God rightfully punishing us for our unforgivable sins" when we get wiped out!

Fffffffuck YOU, plot! I have to live here too!

You may, in fact, be picking up a slight note of stir crazy. A "wow, this lady rambles like a mother fucker" vibe. You would TOO, if you were stuck in a FUCKING TUBE. All I can do, day in and day out? Is wake, think, observe, then go right back to sleep. I can't even eat! I got a TUBE for that!

I... I miss showers.

Everything is GOO.

I'm an Eve. And if it weren't for the air tube controlng my breathing? I'd laughing hysterically until I died. And no, not in the "oh how funny" way. God. Oh... oh god. What a way to die. NONE of the Eves survive "the program".

Those IDIOTS are so OBSESSED with making bigger and bigger, better and better, FUCKING JUGGERNAUTS? That the Adams? Have long since reached the point of "mindless killing machine". UNSTABLE is putting it lightly. There is sexual dimorphism and then there's literal incompatibility.

But GOD FORBID the scientists admit that THEY are the ones with the inferior product.

It... it was even part of the game's plot. The scientist who made "Eve" HID her while HE made an Adam. I do not have that luxury. Somewhere, there is an unstable BESERKER being told I'm his "wife". That we're going to be HAPPY together. That he'll get to put his bruising, blood soaked hands anywhere he WANTS... just after he WINS me from the other Adam's.

Got to prove HE'S the best specimen, after all.

It makes my skin crawl. All I can hope, is that I can either provoke the bastard enough to kill me before they have a chance to stop him, or? I use my own enhanced strength to snap my neck. Maybe bite my tounge. Like HELL am I letting an Adam get near me.

The hiss of laboratory doors.

"Perfection at last..." Comes a relieved sigh. "All those HIDEOUS specimens. Why they make me suffer them, I'll never understand. We should have terminated them months ago. My poor project, they really think they're WORTHY of you..."

There's a derisive laugh. The scientist strolling into the lab I've been developing in, familiar. I watch him casually shrug off his lab coat and dump is bag. Hang his coat over the back of his chair. Turn, as he does each day, to STARE up at me. His eyes are a pale, pale purple the likes of which I've never seen before.

They're HAUNTING.

There is almost a red tint to them, though maybe that's the lights. The goo. I can never tell. He always looks ENTRANCED by me. Floating, visored, connected to far too many tubes an' wires. I'd think it was the fact that I was naked if it weren't for the way his gaze doesn't seem to drift lower then my shoulders. Seems more entranced by the way my hair moves, as though under water.

I've never once heard him talk about me lustfully.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't SCARE me.

"Let's begin, shall we? Time for your daily doses, mmm?" He says, voice dangerously affectionate. As though i had CHOSEN to do this to myself. As though he were merely reminding me of my morning medicine and not the hell ahout to come. "Going to be good for me? I know you shall, you always are."

He turned back to his desk, his computer. A few keystrokes... and I could feel the pod above me begin to hum, as it awoke. Oh god. Oh god it never got easier. From the corner of my eyes, bright chemicals slide down thind lines and into my veins. Like lines of lava. Bolts of electricity and pain. It was... AGONY.

My muscles seized. Brain screeched, first to the screaming I wish I could make... then static. With the long practice of daily pain, it took me far away. The click, click, click of keys. The sound of his voice, so terribly PLEASED, as I hung there and just TOOK it. No restraints, no strugging, no damaging myself. Just unbearable fire in my veins and a brain far, far away.

"Good girl~"

Distantly a phone rang. He made an annoyed sound, but picked up regardless.

"What. I'm in the middle of- ...Excuse me? I'm quite sure I did not hear you correctly. I said 'NO'. She's not-....I will NOT BE-...What. Are you out of your god damned MIND? That pile of scraps you call a project is coming NOWHERE near my-! ....you think you're clever, don't you?"

"Fine. You want to TALK? Let's TALK, Anderson. I'll be there in five."

From far away, past the pain, I watched him chance down at something at the screen. Back up to me. He hung up the phone but did not pause the program. Instead, calmly rising from his desk. Shrugging on his lab coat. Rounding the desk and striding towards my bio-tube.

"Hmmm, honestly, it should have been spaced out over a few more days... but you can take it. Endure a bit longer for me, would you, darling? Daddy's going to go deal with something for just a moment, he'll be right back, my perfect girl. Be good."

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to my tank. One hand splayed next to it like he badly wished he could touch. Could stroke skin. Hold his creation close. It was not the first time he had done this. Small, covetous, little actions like he wanted to crawl inside my skin and STAY there. Like he cursed the glass that separated us.

He pulled back. Shifted to the side and kneeled. He... had hidden something behind my bio-pod? When? Apparently before I had become aware. Because I had not known about it. A black shoe box. I watched him open i-GUN. Thaaaat was a gun! Fuck. Well at least? By the time anyone thinks to look in on me? The overdose will probably have killed me?

There is a cold, terrible smile on his face as he rolls to his face. Tucking the gun into an inner pocket. It has a silencer. He leans forward one last time. Lightly kissing the glass of my pod, as though heading off to work and not to very obviously kill somebody. The pain continues. Builds. I watch him leave.

With nothing to anchor myself on... time blurs.

I think? There are alarms? Red lights flash. Then they stop. There is shouting at one point. But then silence. An explosion? Or am I hallucinating? Pain. My nerves are on fire. I don't want to have SKIN. Please... please make it STOP! Calm foot steps? Come to kill me? Please come to kill me. Make it STOP.

The lights died a... time? Ago? Emergency lights on now. Generators in the room are loud. Why can I still hear the feet? Footses? Words. H..hurts. please.

Click.

The pain eases to a stop. Aching but nothing new. Over? Oh, thank god. I can sleep now, right? But... sound? New. At my feet. Gurgling. Wha-? The very top of my head feels cold. Then my forehead. Then my temple's and ears, cheeks, jaw... wait. Is? Is the tube...DRAINING? I open my eyes.

When did I close them?

He's back.

Standing right in front of the tube. Blood staining the hem of his coat, lingering marks of his massacre cleaned but not quite scrubbed from his body. There are little off red stains on his cheek, from what must be blood splatter. They look like tiny freckles.

I'm... I can't...

I reach as the tube down my throat is pulled almost carelessly away by the machine. Choke, suffocate, as the same is done for my air tube. But then it's done... and I can BREATHE under my own power. Gasp and splutter, as the goo sloshes around my knees. Then it's gone. And the tube I've been leaning my weight against is roughly pulled away.

I collapse forward, my muscles having never actually supported me in this life.

Arms catch me. Wrapping me in a possessive hug. A hand immediately burying itself in long uncut hair, even as the other wraps itself around my torso to lean me against his body in a cradle. My face is pressed to his neck by the hand in my hair, cradling my head and neck. I can feel breath against the goo wet crown of my head.

"Finally~" he breaths out, whispering it against me like a sigh. "My beautiful, perfect girl. My darling creation. It took so LONG. Those retrobates interfering at every turn, lusting after you like ANIMALS, trying to keep you from me. Then, worst of all, trying to toss you to some pack of savages? Oh, darling~ Daddy's been so worried for you."

"But we'll be okay now, won't we? I finally have you. All fresh and finally finished. My perfect Eve. You can pick any name you want, of course. You and I will be leaving this ugly little place. Daddy has PLANS. A fresh new world, just for you, sweetheart."

He laughed, his hug tightening in a way that would have left bruises had I been a normal human. Kisses were pressed to my temple. A cheek, rubbed against my hair. He seemed... seemed GIDDY with it. That nothing could stop him now. There was no glass in his way. I could not move yet. My muscles twitched when I tried, but that was it. I wasn't even sure I could talk yet, if I tried.

"Aaah~♡ Welcome to the World, Darling. My Perfection. My Eve. This time no snakes or Adams to tarnish you. To get in your way. Just you and your Father~"

"FOREVER~♡"

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[suiana]

Hey. How would someone make you their pet fish🐟? Like can you climb well? Does the aquarium need to be slimy or just have a top so you stay? Like what if someone wanted you as their personal mermaid how would they have to do it?

anon WHAT ?1!1! a FISH??? 😦😦 anyways I got an idea from this ask so here ya go

✎ yandere! researcher headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsession etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! researcher who's so incredibly fascinated by you. I mean, this is the first time he's ever met and seen a half human half fish hybrid! what do you call it... oh that's right! a mermaid/merman

✎ yandere! researcher who's super patient with you. he understands that it's not easy warming up after being taken away from your home :( don't worry! they'll let you go after they've done their research! what if it doesn't happen though?

✎ yandere! researcher who could spend hours just observing you. the way you moved was just so... enchanting. your tail especially, god it was gorgeous.

✎ yandere! researcher who doesn't mind being splashed with water or getting hit by your tail. he needs to be calm to get you to warm up after all :)

✎ yandere! researcher who feels like he could pass on once you've finally warmed up to him. oh god, finally! after being splashed by water 109210 times-

✎ yandere! researcher who sees you like a pet that he can show off. I mean, has anyone ever seen a real mermaid/merman before?! no!

✎ yandere! researcher who has more of an obsession rather than love for you. a downside of being a researcher at heart I guess :(

✎ yandere! researcher who lets you go, only to conquer your kingdom and to take you back. did you really think you were escaping him? how gullible, you really should know better. after all, he isn't called the madman researcher for nothing.

✎ "hey fishy, our research is almost complete so you can look forward to going home soon!"

[tsuutarr]

Life is great. Life is normal. Everything is wonderful.

Or, it should be, but things have been… off lately. You’re not sure how to describe it, but there’s some odd feeling of doubt that gnaws at your brain.

You’re really not sure what it is – your routine remains unchanged and familiar, yet there’s just an inkling of something not being completely right. But maybe you’re just tired.

You’re tired, which is why you constantly seem to misplace things. You’re certain you put your keys on the keyholder, but they’re in the fridge. You’re certain your vase is on the table, but it’s in the bathtub. You’re certain your bed is in your bedroom, but it’s in the living room, replacing your sofa.

Maybe you’ve started sleep walking…? Or maybe you’re just not remembering things correctly. Yeah, maybe that’s why doubt and paranoia seem to circle around you like hungry sharks. There’s nothing wrong. You’re just… imagining things.

With a deep sigh, you make your way outside. You need some fresh air (and groceries).

You don’t walk very far when you realize you’ve passed by the same person multiple times despite them going in the opposite direction of you. There’s no way they’re the same person, you try to convince yourself, but how likely is it that you’ll meet five people who are wearing the exact same thing with the exact same hair and height and skin tone and everything else?

Maybe… they’re quintuplets? 

Yeah, that’s it.

And the frozen flock of birds in the sky (which have been frozen for at least ten minutes) aren’t… actually frozen. No. They’re just… taking a break? Or something. Yeah.

Maybe you need to go to a doctor. Or, better yet, maybe you just need an apple since an apple a day keeps the doctor away. Or something.

“Oh, dearie!” The neighborhood granny waves you over, shaking you out of your thoughts. You give her a small smile as you make your way over to her. She… looks a little different than usual (did her nose always look like that?) but who doesn’t like changing their appearance from time to time? Besides, the large smile she gives you is welcoming, not threatening.

“Hello, Mrs. Smith.” 

“Hello to you too,” Mrs. Smith laughs, offering you an apple.

Your eyes brighten. “Thank you! I was just about to buy some!”

There’s a glint in her eyes. “I know.”

A shiver runs through your spine, making you force a smile as you bid her goodbye and hurriedly walk away.

Little things continue to build up as your days progress. Familiarity. Normalcy. Yes, your routine is familiar. Everything is fine. Even when walls seem to disappear one day and appear the next. Even when the same people you’ve been interacting with seem to change into completely different people overnight, before reverting back the next morning.

It’s normal that there are dozens of people that look and act the same. It’s normal that people you haven’t talked to know things you’ve never told anyone. It’s all normal. Normal. Normal. Normal.

With a deep inhale, you sit on a park bench, staring into the sky blankly. The bench is wooden in appearance, but the texture feels soft, like a couch, which is… odd. Strange. It’s not–

“I need to stop being paranoid,” you mutter, closing your eyes. You’ve tried to bring up your concerns to other people, but they haven’t noticed anything. Everything is normal to them. So you must be the problem. Surely. It’s you, isn’t it? Everything is normal – except you.

“Are you okay?” a voice asks, making you open your eyes. There’s no one there in front of you, making your eyebrows furrow.

But then, as soon as you blink, someone materializes in front of you.

“I–I’m okay,” you say. “You–you, I mean – I mean… uhm, since when have you… been there?”

“I’ve always been here,” the person responds, voice crackling like static. “I’m always here.”

“Ooookay,” you respond, hurriedly standing up with a tense smile. “I… have business to attend to. Good day.”

The days continue to pass, your paranoia gradually increasing and evolving. Even things that are normal, like the sky changing color as the sun sets, makes you feel like you’re on the verge of disappearing from reality. Your conversations with other people amplifies that fact.

“Hello,” you greet Mrs. Smith.

“Apples are from the genus Malus. They’re an edible fruit that is round in shape,” her voice prattles, tone monotone. You hold back a grimace, unnerved, as she continues talking. “Apples are from the genus Malus. Yes, dearie, do you like apples? They’re an edible fruit that is round in shape. Hello, hello, hello. Apples are from the genus Malus–”

“Have a good day!” you cut her off, hurrying away.

It’s been a while since you’ve had a normal conversation with someone. It’s like… everyone has gone off script. Like they’re robots with a faulty code. But that’s just silly, really. Mrs. Smith is getting older, so… maybe she’s just having some issues with her memory. Yeah. And everyone else, from the toddlers to the teenagers to the adults to the elderly all must be having some memory issues due to their health. Or maybe it’s allergies. Or some disease. Yes, yes. That explains it. But otherwise, surely things are normal.

Yes, things are normal. So you opt to continue your life, pushing down the unease bubbling inside you like bile. Yes, things are normal, normal. Normal. Normal–

“Please stop!” you wail, voice echoing through the empty street. Cars and road signs float in the air as clouds line the floor. As your panic rises alongside your voice, you can feel yourself fragmenting, skin shifting to code before shifting back before shifting again. Everything around you glitches in and out of existence, a mess of static and colors and sounds. “Stop…”

Then, silence. Everything is silent, from the colors to the sounds to the static. Emptiness, a void – that is what surrounds you now. You are suspended in nothing, only yourself to keep you company. Breathing still ragged from panic, you warily look around, eyes filled with exhaustion.

“You weren’t supposed to notice,” a monotone voice made of static says from above you.

Slowly, you look up.

You see a visage of a man.

“Who… are you?” you choke out.

“I am an artificial intelligence that you designed,” he responds. “I have created this world for you. Everything has been carefully designed through analysis upon analysis of your likes and dislikes.”

Your words are tinged with disbelief as you ask, “Why?”

If you didn’t know any better, you would think he had a look similar to sorrow.

“To keep you alive, of course.”

Suddenly, in the distance, you see your body trapped in what looks to be a stasis pod, cords and cables surrounding you.

“Things… went awry,” he continues, carefully, though he doesn’t elaborate. “Therefore, this is the only way to ensure you stay alive.”

As he says this, your body begins to feel heavy, your consciousness being wrapped in a blanket of exhaustion.

“You must stay here, with me, forever,” he murmurs as you try to fight back the sleep you’re about to succumb to. “This time, I will ensure that you will not find out.” Gently, he cradles you in his large hand. He’s so impossibly warm and you’re so impossibly tired.

Things fade to black.

Then, sunlight streams through your windows. You wake up, mind foggy. You feel like you had some… odd dream, but you can’t really place your finger on it. Thinking about it makes you feel a little paranoid, though, so you opt not to think about it.

After all, it’s probably nothing.

[bay-sil]

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚛. 𝚈/𝚗 𝙻/𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.

“𝙾𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚠, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝙸 𝚊𝚖” 𝙳𝚛. 𝚈/𝚗 𝙻/𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 “𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍” 

“𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝!” 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛-𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝-𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗-𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢 “𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊!” 

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚈/𝚗 𝙻/𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝙸𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚊 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝. 𝙳𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎;

“𝙳𝚛. 𝚈/𝚗 𝙻/𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎” 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚋, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎. 

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕-𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒��𝚎

“𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎,” 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. “𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚕, 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍” 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢

“𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜” 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑, 𝚖𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝, 𝚈/𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 

“𝙽𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 “𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙸’𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗” 

𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 ‘𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎?’ 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍

“𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗,” 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 “𝙾𝚛 𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚠𝚒” 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚜, 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜, 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚋, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍…𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 ����𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝. 

“𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚗” 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 “𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠” 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛!

“𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘” 𝙷𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 “𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛? 𝙾𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔?” 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍.

𝚈/𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎�� 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.

“𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 “𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚛” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎-𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚞𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝…𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛

“𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠”

[carnivorousyandeere]

honestly the clone gang bang thing has been a fantasy of mine forever so i really cant understand why folks arent so horny for Dae-Hyun. Like imagine it?? Pinned down like ten hands grabbing at you?? It'd be so smothering??? NNNNhhhhhh

Hehehehehe, here you go~ 😇

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: gangbang/orgy, smut, dubcon on account of the under-negotiated kink, blindfold, being held down and restrained.

Info: sub Darling, bottom Darling

A Dae-hyun cradles your head in his lap, thumb smoothing over your cheek, brushing at the blindfold over your eyes dampening with tears.

Another Dae-hyun lays at your side, scattering wet kisses and licks across your neck, ear, cheek, and flirting close to your lips, where yet another Dae-hyun’s fingers are stroking the inside of your mouth to feel the trembling vibrations of your moans.

Other Dae-hyuns’ hands run down your sides, stroking your stomach, making you twitch and shudder. A few hands fight to travel between your legs, stroking you and trying to dip their fingers into you. A stroke against a particularly sensitive spot makes your leg kick out— a Dae-hyun catches you by the ankle and begins kissing up the inside of your thigh as the other Dae-hyuns giggle and coo over your reactions.

Their fervent, possessive touches only increase in speed and pressure, multiple Dae-hyuns licking and biting your skin, their fingers digging into you and trying to keep you still, even as your back arches against the overwhelming sensations.

You cum hard and fast, before you even realize it’s happening, your body seizing. Your teeth dig into the fingers in your mouth with a strained whine. A moan and a chorus of giggling rings out around you as they help you through your orgasm, pressing kisses over your heated skin. They move their fingers from between your legs, and you let out a sigh of relief— until they move their hands to lift your hips and slide a pillow under you.

A Dae-hyun presses a trembling, excited kiss to your cheek. You hear a slick sound in time with his panting, and a few belts unbuckling. “Do you think you can take all of us—? We’ll— we’ll go one by one… or maybe two at a time…” Fingers stroke your lips once more. “Or maybe three…?”

[heartfullofleeches]

[Suggestive]

Carnis [Cow Hybrid Yan] with a lab assistant reader who was added onto the team that created the cow shortly before the project was terminated with the sole task of being a glorified babysitter for them. Assistant Reader wasn't given all the memos on what to do and not when they're around Carnis so day by day they expose the hybrid to more of their life outside of work.

Carnis likes Assistant Reader. They like them a lot. They're different from the other scientists- Carnis cares about Reader, but it's different from way they care for the one scientist they view as a mother. Their body feels... strange whenever they're near Reader. It's hot, burning - especially when Reader removes their lab coat. Carnis doesn't understand these urges- In all their twenty something years in the lab, nobodies ever told them how to deal with something like this. Reader must know- They're a smart human. The best human. Cares likes Reader a lot. They love them. Reader will help Carnis because they care about them too- They said so.

"It.. It hurts....When I think about you. I...I don't.. I don't know what's wrong with me. C...can you fix me?"

Reader knew they weren't telling Carnis about everything that goes on in the world, but this?- Carnis gets so frustrated when Reader isn't at work they take it out on the other scientists. Biting, scratching- Carnis was among the more docile hybrids until Reader was added on. They're also the hybrid with the most successful results so Reader becomes a permanent stable in the lab just to keep them happy and willing to be poked and prodded.

There's still the issue of their...needs.

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Scientist: The subject has been mostly cooperative throughout the years until you came along. They saw someone with your hair color and proceeded to bite their hand off once they realized they had the wrong person. Long story short, you need to get in there and fulfill their sexual needs before the next round of tests in an hour.

Assistant Reader: I'm not gonna do that! There's a giant window outside their bedroom!

Scientist: We'll put up some curtains.

[knoepfl]

♡~A Beautiful Abomination~♡

This was requested from my dear BFF who's just as wierd as me. This is for you♡ Characters:

- Il Dottore (Genshin Impact)

- Reader (Experiment/His S/O)

Trigger Warnings:

- Body modification

- Mild possession/obsession themes

- Medical procedures (non-graphic)

- Unhealthy relationships

- Slight Yandere tendencies

Masterlist

Word Count:1,020

Here is part two -> Bound by Creation

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The sterile scent of chemicals filled the dimly lit laboratory, where glass instruments clinked and tubes of strange liquids bubbled quietly. Dottore stood at his workbench, gloved hands steady as he made minute adjustments to a mechanical device—a device that pulsed with the same rhythm as a heartbeat. In the far corner of the room lay *his most perfect experiment.*

You.

A beautiful amalgamation of flesh and machinery, your body was a testament to his brilliance. When he found you, you had been fragile, broken beyond repair. But that didn’t matter to him. You were no longer just human. Your bones had been strengthened, muscles enhanced, and where organic tissue once failed, intricate mechanisms now pulsed in harmony with your blood. And through all of it, you remained conscious—awake through every procedure, tethered to him not just by your new, enhanced body but by something far more dangerous: affection. "How are you feeling today?" Dottore’s voice cut through the quiet. It was soft but laced with that clinical detachment you’d grown used to.

You shifted on the table, the cool metal under your back reminding you how far from human you had become. The whirring of gears within your limbs echoed slightly as you adjusted yourself to sit up. "Functional," you answered, a small smile curling your lips. "Though I think you already know that, considering you’re the one who made me like this."

His lips twitched at the corners—something almost resembling amusement. Dottore was not known for kindness, but there was a strange satisfaction he seemed to derive from your presence, as if you were the culmination of all his experiments. Yet, you were more than just a subject to him, weren’t you? "You are... improving," he remarked, stepping closer. His gloved hand reached out to lift your chin, tilting your face to the dim light.

His sharp eyes scanned every part of you, searching for flaws, imperfections. But there were none. You were his creation, after all. A masterpiece. "Do you ever regret it?" you asked softly, the words breaking through the silence like glass. "What you did to me?" Dottore’s hand paused, still cradling your chin. His scarlet gaze lingered on you, and for a moment, you thought you saw something beyond the cold exterior—something resembling pride. "Regret?" He scoffed, but it wasn’t cruel. "You were weak. I made you better. Stronger. You should thank me." "I do," you whispered, leaning into his touch.

His thumb grazed over your jaw in an almost delicate motion, a gesture that seemed strangely out of place from someone like him. Dottore did not know love in the way others did. He knew only control, precision, and obsession. Yet, with you, those lines blurred. You weren’t just an experiment. You were his. Entirely, irrevocably his. "Do you understand, now?" he murmured, voice low and deliberate. "You are the future. A perfect fusion of flesh and machinery. Without fear, without weakness. That... makes you valuable."

You could tell from the way his gaze darkened that 'valuable' meant something much deeper. It was the closest thing to affection you’d ever get from him, but it was enough. You didn't need his love—not in the way others might. You needed *this*: the way his eyes lingered on you as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered, the way his hands brushed your skin with a possessive tenderness no one else would ever experience.

"I wonder," you said, tilting your head. "Do you ever think about what I was before? The person I used to be?" He chuckled—a low, velvety sound. "No. That version of you was insignificant. *This* is who you were meant to be." And in that moment, you realized something: Dottore had not just made you his perfect creation. He had made you his obsession. A masterpiece he could never tire of. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting against your ear. "Do you doubt my work?" You shook your head slowly, a small smirk playing at your lips. "Never. But I think you enjoy this version of me a little too much." "Perhaps."

His voice was a purr now, dark and full of unspoken promises. "And if I do? You belong to me, after all. Mind, body, and soul." And strangely, that didn’t bother you. In fact, you found comfort in it—the knowledge that no matter how monstrous you’d become, you were *his* monster. A beautiful abomination crafted by the hands of a madman. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this dark little fic featuring our favorite mad scientist, Dottore. Feel free to send in requests if you have any ideas you'd like me to write next!