A euphoric sigh of βkeep crying, Iβm trying to cumβ and a disgruntled growl of βstop crying Iβm trying to cumβ are two sides of the same beautiful coin
Just lost a bet with a friend, they had me read a Bellingham x haaland omegaverse smut out loud.
With the respective British and Norwegian accent when reading the dialogues, even the ones where they were banging.
Safe to say, I am as traumatized as I was intrigued, but with all credits due, the smut was beautifully written as structured and that gained my deep respect for.
You stared at your stitched skin in the mirror. Your figure wrapped in the fancy green fabric of a dress far too expensive for you to afford when you first where alive. Heels on your feet that where also costed more than your rent. Herbert adjusts your dress. "Am I pretty?" You ask tilting your head. Herbert's eyes darken with pride as he looks at you. βYou're exquisite, my perfect creation. More beautiful than any of living woman that will be there.β You chew your lip. "even with my stitches?" You ask looking down at your arms.
Herbert turns you to him, cupping your face he traces your stitched cheeks with his thumb. βEspecially with them.β "will they fear me?" You ask softly. Herbert's lips curl into a dark smile. βThey should be. But they'll be too intimidated to approach what's mine.β You roll your eyes and chuckle softly. "Come on let's go..." He grabs your hand and walks you to his car.
Once you arrive to the fundraiser gala all eyes are on you. You where elegantly terrifying. Herbert's eyes gleam with triumph as the shocked faces of his colleagues, his hand resting on your lower back as other scientists eye you with a mix of envy and unease. "Let them see what I've achieved.β He whisper in your ear. "they don't seem happy..." You whisper back. Herbert's grip tightens slightly, a dark smile playing on his lips as he watches their reactions. βThey are jealous, dear... Let them be. They failed where I succeeded. You're perfect.β He guides you through the crowd, deliberately showing you off as whispers and stares follow. βStay close. Some of these men might try to study you..." "Only you can study me..."
He smiles with a possessive satisfaction, pulling you closer against his side. βExactly. You belong to me. No one else will touch what's mine.β Your stitched together mouth spreads in to a smile. "Can we dance Herbie... Please..." You beg. His expression softens slightly, though his eyes remain vigilant of the others. βOne dance, my Dear. But keep close. These vultures are watching too intently.β You giggle with joy. Herbert leads you to the dance floor, his hand as always is possessively on your waist as he guides your movements. βFollow my lead.β
As you dance, Herbert notices several scientists attempting to approach to get a closer look at you, his jaw clenchs. βIgnore them. Focus on me, my creation. They're not worthy of your attention.β "okay..." You say softly focusing on Herbert. "Only you..." Herbert spins you, deliberately showing off his control over his 'perfect creation' to his peers. βGood girl. You're doing beautifully.β You giggle. "This is fun... We should dance more at home..." You smile happily, you are having the time of your new life. A rare genuine smile crosses Herbert's face at your enjoyment. βPerhaps...β He says softly, as the song comes to an end.
Hiiii, I wanted to ask if I can request a Herbert west x reanimated corpse reader, where he starts to slowly teaches the reader about the things around them after coming back from the dead and a few about his experiments amnesia like thing, (ig something like victor and the bride from creature commandos) and after a while of reader being his accomplice they once saw Dan and one of his girlfriends intercoursing which makes them curious and they ask Herbert about who is appalled and answers crudely in the most textbook way about sex ed, and tells them that it is too early for them to want to try something like that since theyβre a reanimated corpse which just pushes the reader to try and gain Herbertβs affection that he was already trying to throw out of the window. As to not freak her out (both of them are closeted freaks smh) which later Herbie tries to do health checkups on reader (heβs figuring out gynecology as he goes while using it as a reason to finger them and reader is more than pleased), maybe another time where he checks for bumps on their chest as he fondles them to make sure no cancerous tumors are there, until it ends with both of them doing it in the basement where both of them are shameless switches.
(I guess fem reader since I forgot to mention)
Saying that i love your writing doesnβt cut it, I need it injected like the reagent.
π«-anon
Weird science
Herbert West x creation!Reader
Warnings: SMUT, riding, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, reader has stitches and they are mentioned, mentions of Meg and Dan
Part two
You had seen Mag and Dan going at it. Naturally you tell Your creator, Dr. Herbert West. "I want to try it..." You say plainly. Herberts eyes widen momentarily before hardening. He grabs your shoulders. "No. Absolutely not. You're not like Megan. You're my creation, and you will follow my guidance." He hands are now on your shoulders.
"You gave me the parts why not see them work?" You say like it's the most obvious thing. He freezes, caught off guard. His scientific mind wrestles with his possessive nature. "That's... different. I created those parts for my purposes, not for casual experimentation." Yet there's a flicker of temptation in his eyes at the idea of 'testing' his work. "then use them for your own purpose." You say looking him in the eye.
His breathing becomes slightly uneven. He wrestles with himself internally, torn between his scientific ethics and his desire to possess you completely. "My purpose is to control you, not... pleasure you. Though you are my masterpiece..." His hands tighten on your shoulders, conflicted and intrigued. You smile when he calls you his masterpiece. The smile breaks his resistance further. He pulls you closer, voice dropping to a possessive growl. "My perfect masterpiece..."
He strokes your cheek with one hand, thumb tracing the stitches. "Perhaps a demonstration of proper control is necessary for your education."
"he called her pretty..." You nuzzle your face in to his touch. "Am I pretty Herbie?" You look up at him though your lashes. His eyes soften slightly, though his expression remains intense. "You're not just pretty. You're exquisite. My greatest achievement." He cups your face with both hands now, tilting it up. "But beauty can be dangerous when it distracts."
You smile brightly. He can't help but smirk at your bright smile, despite his warning. His thumb brushes your stitched together lower lip. "You're dangerous in many ways, my creation. But that smile... that's what makes you most lethal." He studies your features with a mix of pride and wariness.
Your stitched lips crush against his. He inhales sharply in surprise. Your kid is sloppy, a attempt to replicate what you had seen Meg and Dan do many times. For a moment he's frozen, then his hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you still. He deepens the kiss possessively, claiming your mouth as his own territory. You whimper softly into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. His free arm wraps around your waist, lifting you slightly off the ground. He dominates the kiss completely, showing you who truly controls.
One hand tangles in your hair, pulling slightly. "please show me..." You say softly against his lips. "...like Dan and Meg..." A dark chuckle escapes him. He sets you down but keeps you close, fingers still in your hair. "Very well. But this is not mere pleasure. It's an instructional lesson." He guides you toward his bedroom.
Inside his quarters, he locks the door and sits on the edge of his bed, pulling you between his knees. "First, understanding anatomy. Show me where you feel things." You place a hand over your clothed pussy. "wet..." His eyes darken with interest. He removes your hand and replaces it with his own, pushing up your skirt and finding your clit over your panties applying light pressure. You gasp softly. "Wetness is a response. What else do you feel?" He circles the area with his fingers, studying your reactions carefully. "Good... So good..."
"Breathing changes, pulse quickens. Interesting." He notes as he presses harder, testing your sensitivity levels. You whimper. He watches your face intently, noting every reaction. His other hand rests on your hip to steady you. "This is a basic response. But there are deeper responses. Tell me how it compares to what you saw." "I...it's different... it feels better..." A satisfied smirk crosses his face at your comparison.
"It's better because it's me touching you. Not you watching them." He increases the pressure slightly, maintaining control. You nod rocking your hips, He grips your hip firmly to still them. "Patience. Control is key. You need to learn to control these responses." His fingers move with calculated precision now. "more... I want more... Please..." You whine. He raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your neediness.
"Begging already? But I said it was a lesson." Yet he slides one finger inside your panties, testing your entrance. "Quick lesson then..." He chuckles darkly, adding another finger. "Impatient and demanding. Fine. Let's accelerate." He begins a steady rhythm, studying your reactions closely for learning purposes. You moan. "Oh Herbie..." His eyes gleam with possessive pride. He curls his fingers deliberately. "That's it. Let me hear you. My perfect specimen responding perfectly." He maintains his clinical observation while increasing the pace slightly.
"Herbie please... I need more..." You pant, pressing against his hand. "I need your cock... That's what it's called right?" He smirks wider, amused by your eagerness and directness. "Yes, it's called that. And you'll get it when I decide you're ready for it." He deliberately slows his movements, teasing you with denial. You pout. "Please...." He removes his fingers completely, holding them up to show the wetness. "Look how wet you are. Such a messy creature." He brings those fingers to your mouth. "Suck."
Your stitched mouth wraps around his digits. He watches with darkened eyes as you obey, pushing his fingers deeper. "Good girl. Learning to follow commands so well." His other hand strokes your cheek possessively. His thumb traces your stitches again as you suck. He speaks in a low, commanding tone. "Now clean them thoroughly. And then I might reward you." You keep sucking, He groans softly at your eagerness, satisfied with your performance. "Perfect. Now tell me what you want most."
He withdraws his thumb from your cheek to unbuckle his belt.
"your cock... Please..." He pulls you onto his lap, still fully clothed. "Since you asked so nicely..." He positions you over his hardening length. You gasp softly. As you feel his member against you. His hands grip your waist firmly, keeping you suspended above. "Not yet. I want you to feel how ready I am for you." He grinds up slightly, letting you feel the outline through his pants. You whine softly.
He chuckles at your whine again, enjoying your desperation. He leans in to whisper in your ear. "Beg one more time. Tell me how badly you want it." His hands squeeze your ass possessively. "please Herbie..." You moan.
He finally starts to slide you down, still controlling the pace completely. "That's my girl. Let me hear that moan again." His voice becomes husky with desire as he enters you slowly. You gasp. He fills you inch by inch, stretching you. His breath hitches slightly. "So tight... So perfect for me." He holds you fully seated, letting you adjust to his size. "you made me... I am perfect. No?" He smirks, thrusting upward once sharply. you moan. "Yes. I made you perfect. Every stitch...mine to mold." His hands roam over your body possessively as he speaks.
You gasp and smile. He begins a steady, controlled rhythm. "And now I'll teach you how to move with me." He guides your hips with his hands, setting the pace he wants. You focus on movin up and down, rolling your hips as you go. His eyes lock onto your stitched together breasts, watching them bounce. He groans appreciatively. "That's it. Keep those hips moving. Show me how much you love being filled." One hand moves to cup one breast, squeezing it firmly. "Feels good..." You whine. He pinches your nipple between his fingers, twisting slightly. His other hand slides down to where you're joined, feeling himself move inside you. You moan kissing him.
He kisses you hungrily, claiming your mouth as his tongue invades. His fingers circle your clit while he thrusts up harder. "Herbert!" You yell. He swallows your moan, growling against your lips. "Cum for me. Let go." He increases the pressure on your clit with precise strokes. You gasp and cum. A stitch pops on your arm. He notices the popped stitch but doesn't stop, thrusting through your orgasm. A dark smile crosses his face at the sight of your (literal) undoing. "Even your body responds beautifully to pleasure."
You pant, yiur head falling back as your body shakes slightly. He holds you steady, fucking you through the aftershocks. "Look at you falling apart. My perfect creation in pieces." His pace becomes more intense, chasing his own release now. You whimper as he spills inside you. He groans deeply, filling you with his seed while marking you further as his. He keeps you impaled on him as he catches his breath, still holding the back of your neck.
"Mine. All mine to rebuild and ruin again." You giggle softly. He chuckles darkly at your giggle, pulling out slowly and letting some of his cum leak out. "Such a sweet sound. But I need to fix that stitch now." He examines the damage with clinical interest. "just a quick stitch or two will do."
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