Warnings; sadism, possible ooc, collar usage, and beating the shit out of him
Gulp! This is the first time i’ve written in a minute, so if this isn’t amazing please cut me some slack. Anyway!! enjoy you sick freaks…
“Ungrateful little shit.”
Your words hung low in the air. Pathetic excuses for whimpers escaped the entities mouth. Or.. what seemed to be his mouth. You didn’t know where he began or he ended.. The fucker constantly disappearing whenever you got too close.
But not tonight.
The days you spent planning this trap finally paid off. Anytime you’d make bread and place it in your chest for keeping, he’d take it. He’d blow your torches out while you’re deep in the mines. He’d start killing off your chickens, leaving a taunting feather on your pillow.
But you had enough. Too much. He was much easier to lure to your bed once you were vulnerable. So, once you had made it back from your “mining trip” you were quick to shed off what armor you had on. Leaving skin and curves open to the air. You knew he was watching. He always was. Watching like the fucking pervert he is.
Taking a singular torch down into your basement, leaving corners unlit for him to hide. Of course he would appear, he wouldn’t dare not be able to watch you! He had to keep you safe, keep you shielded from the darkness.. what a liar. It didn’t take long before he made himself known. You sensed him before, the hairs on the back of your neck standing.
Setting the torch down, you gently caressed the hilt of your knife that you kept on your side. You could hear his breathing, seeming somewhat labored.. as if had just exerted himself — or his lungs were making up for the blood that was making his heart flutter. If he had a heart.
Spinning on your heel, you threatened to jab him with the beautifully crafted point of your knife.
“Don’t you fucking move..”
And he just stood there, seemingly un phased by your show of strength. His eyes never left yours, the black orbs only gleaming more by the light of the torch. You held your breath, wanting to conserve energy incase he decided to bolt. Silence was something you welcomed, but this was not his normal silence..
He was panting. Panting like a dog who followed its master too far in the summer heat. Your brows furrowed, your hand gripping the hilt of the knife as you slightly jabbed it forward. Of course, he didn’t move. But, something in his eyes told you otherwise. A slight twitch from his eyelid provided a minute insight into his brain.
His breath seemed to speed up. His chest heaving. Oh god..
He was into this.
“You sick freak-! I should kill your ass right now!”
Your hand moved to prop the sharp edge of the knife to his throat. His pulse seemed to quicken, his eyes gleaming with desire.
Without hesitation, you swung your blade across his chest.
He was far too tall to get anywhere past his neck. So you settled in a natural place that still caused harm.
What sounded like a wince came from him as he keeled over. Hand over his chest, he looked up at you through his eyelids. Was that.. drool..?
Your foot seemed to take control, a kick landing a forceful blow into his side. The entity fell over on his knees, coughing up a bile that was darker than the night. Small whimpers filled the space between you as you stepped forward.
“Of course you’d like this.. Fucking freak..”
Another kick rendered him at your feet, his hands wanting to reach but recoiled instead. The one hand of his that was splayed out on the stone of the floor, squashed by your boot. A crack followed as you shoved his hand away from you.
Silence accompanied by heaves and whimpers is what got you going. Yeah.. he did deserve this after all. You did build him a house. You built him a chest that you put rations in. But no.. he had to have more. Breaking into your home, taking more than what you had. And watching you sleep. From a corner. in the dark.
“Get up, scum..”
Your gruff voice sounded heavenly to him, he’d do anything to have it sounding in his ears forever. He winced as he began to stand up, only for you to push him back down on the floor.
“On your knees..”
Oh boy, was he quick to obey that command. He looked up at you, past his hood. His uninjured hand seemed to coddle his broken fingers. You slapped his hand away, causing more pain to said fingers.
“Good dogs don’t lick their wounds.”
Oh that was music to his ears. Being good. only good for you. Your hand slinked around his throat, feeling his pulse race beneath your fingers. You felt powerful.
“Wait here.. I have something for ungrateful animals like you.”
He stayed. Why wouldn’t he? He wanted this.. this is what he craved..
You came back, holding a leather strap that jingled. His eyes darted to it, only to be corrected by you with a quick kick to the ribs.
Grabbing his chin forcefully, you lifted it. your hand traced the column of his throat, once again feeling his pulse flutter.
“Pathetic shits like you need to be owned.. tamed..”
He shifted on his knees, pressure building between his legs that he only felt when he watched you sleep.
You clasped the collar around his neck, tightening it. Some skin bulged over the edges of the leather, but it wasn’t tight enough to restrict airflow. Just tight enough for him to remember who’s in charge.
You wrapped your knuckles up with the rope lead, pulling him. Your boot quickly found itself on his shoulder, preventing him from getting any closer.
His hand reached up, wanting to caress your oh so delicate skin. It was followed by a hard slash of the knife, sending his hand back down by his side.
HEEYYYY WASSUP!?!?! i know its been god knows how long since ive written. but i have been having some THOUGHTS about this man lately...sooo i may or may not have been plotting thissss :3
Nikola Tesla and his.. experiments..
Warnings: NSFW!! Legit NSFW. Size kink? And VERY incorrect uses of test tubes. Reader is AFAB.
Type: Fanfic :3
words: 2.3k
NSFW UNDER THE CUT!! 18+ YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
and i say that like im any good at writing /j
Tesla had been in his office for what seemed like hours. Sure, he went on his tangents constantly, but this was nothing like it had been. He had been quite antsy lately, getting irked at every single thing. Usually he would just become overstimulated, leading him to do such things. You habitually worried for his health, staying in that room for days on end. Some days, you could hear him faintly kick things around, obviously irritated at something. You left him alone, knowing how smart he actually was, and that he would figure it out.
But for the last few days, it has been… different. He seemed a lot more tense. Built up anger, like a wave getting ready to break down a dam any moment. And yet, you being yourself, you had to find out what was going on.
Tesla just adored your tea, asking you to make it whenever you could. You insisted that it was nothing more than some tea leaves, sugar and water, but he wouldn't take that as an answer. He praised you on your cooking skills, knowing he couldn't do it without you. That was one thing that attracted you to him, his sense of reasoning. How he would make such amazing points that even top scholars would get stumped at his questions. And of course, the fact he was a huge nerd was another reason.
As you began boiling the water, you could just barely hear the noises of metal on metal crash. You’d pray up to any god above that he wasn't hurt, but knowing Tesla, you know he'd be just fine. The kettle began to whistle, its high pitched scream dragging you out of your trance. With swift hands, you slipped the tea bag in the teacup, pouring the boiling water on it. The sweet smell of Chamomile tea filled your nostrils. Even with just a whiff of the tea, it had already taken a load off. You dreamed this would calm Tesla's nerves, even just a little bit.
Your shoes gently tapped along the tiles, rhythmically with the beat of your own heartbeat. The huge mahogany doors stood in front of you, almost menacingly. Letting out the air your lungs clutched to, you knocked on the door. And almost immediately, you were met with a stern voice.
“Yeah? Who is it-? Kinda busy at the moment..”
Sniffles followed his reply, only to be covered by heaves of breathlessness. You took a second to register what he said, clearing your throat to reply:
“Tes..? Honey, it's me.. I brought you your favorite tea”
Your voice was met with silence.. The echo of your voice reaching your ears again. Your brows furrowed together, your hand reaching for the handle of the two doors. As you pushed the door in, scrap metal littered the floor, along with wires and all other gadgets. Tesla was slumped over his desk, his hair disheveled and all over the place. His head lifted ever so slightly, showing his glossy covered eyes, along with his soot covered face from past experiments. With gentle steps,you walked towards him. His head darted back down between his arms, ashamed to be seen like this.
“Tes, honey.. What's wrong?”
Your hand met his back, it ran up and down his rumpled shirt. He glanced up at you, tears forming, but not yet fallen.
“Im-im a– a failure..”
Your eyes widen at his statement, something you've clearly never heard him say before. You gently sat on his desk, setting the tea next to you.
“Nikola Tesla! Don't say such things!”
With soft hands, you grabbed his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. His bright blue eyes caught with yours. He had been in this mood for some time,
“Tell me, what's wrong?”
He sighed, sniffling. His voice was soft, almost barely coherent.
“M-my experiments..they–they keep going all wrong..”
“That doesn't make you a failure, love! Trial and error!”
You did your best to make him feel better, but something wasn't exactly working. His hands gently ran up your leg as you sat on his desk, your hands still preoccupied with his face. While his face screamed that he was feeling terrible about himself, his eyes said otherwise. His hand traveled up further, reaching the brisk of your thighs. You took a quick breath in, realizing what he was thinking of.
“Tes– now..?”
Tesla's face dropped slightly, posing that he felt bad. He stood to his full height, the swivel chair behind him flying away. He leaned over you on the desk, eyes full.
“Is that not.. Okay?”
Your face drew pink across your cheeks, your eyes darting from his to the floor. You wanted him to feel better.. And you would genuinely do anything for him. He was already not feeling himself, so how could you say no?
“No-no.. Please.. Continue..”
A smug look appeared on his face as his hands pushed up against your inner thighs, watching your lips part ever so slightly. Your hands reached up, pulling at his tie. You were an expert in these, tying Tesla's tie almost daily. Of course he knew how to tie a tie, but it felt better when you did it. His lips subconsciously mashed with yours, pulling the both of you closer. His hands traveled down to your rear, his thumbs digging into your hips. He was a gentleman, always asking for permission to do anything.. He slipped his tongue onto your lower lip, not only deepening the kiss, but asking permission.
As you allowed him entry, his tongue worked diligently. Memorizing every crack and crevice in your mouth. Your vocal strings vibrated with soft moans, the noises only driving Tesla crazier. His hands dug deeper into your hips, moving to pick you up and move you farther back on the desk. His lips left yours, but only for a second. For even Tesla knows how badly the human body desires Oxygen.
“Mon Amour…”
God. He never failed to make you blush, with corny jokes or with cheesy nicknames. And he never failed to make you whine for him. But that was a story for another time.
His hands traveled north, climbing underneath your blouse. His hands were rough, but oh so gentle. Your eyes were locked with his as you both caught your breath. He was far too busy to be irritated from useless inventions now. He had you. And that's all he needs. Without warning, he attacked your neck with kisses. The collar of your blouse was already unbuttoned, letting him have the access he wanted. As if he knew exactly where it was, he found your sweet spot, biting and sucking in the same place. Tesla's hips bucked against the desk, showing clear signs of what he wanted. He pressed himself against you harder, trying to get any friction he could.
Your hands reached up, gently placed on his shoulders. As he nibbled on that one spot, small moans continued to pour out of your mouth. Your fingers trembled as they untied the tie, loosening it. Tesla slowly backed away from your neck, admiring his work. A nice dark red circle formed, perfect for him to call you his own. As he backed away, his hands left your hips. He moved up, undoing his own vest buttons. He tossed it on the swivel chair behind the two of them. Of course Tesla didn't care.. He was going to have to clean up the entire laboratory after.
“Up, Up.. Turn around.”
Being the obedient partner, you obliged. Within a blink of an eye he had grabbed your wrist, pinning it on your lower back. He was never so rough, but lust had gotten the better of him. With a nice shove, you were face down ass up in front of him. Your cheek was smashed against the hardwood of his desk, papers flying off from the sudden movement. A small chuckle escaped Tesla's lips as he pushed his hips against yours. Your eyes widened at how hard he was already, even more heat pooling up at your entrance.
The air went silent for a moment, His hands crawling back up to your stomach. With diligent hands, he slipped your shirt up. Pulling it up just enough to get to your chest. Easily, he unsnapped your bra, letting it fall forward a bit. His hands reached up, squeezing and pinching. A few moans slipped out your mouth, muffled ever so slightly by the desk. Your moans sent Tesla into a craze. He leaned down over your back, his breath tickling your ear.
“You know exactly how to make me feel better, huh..?”
His voice was breathy, some heat from it catching in your ear. His hips bucked forward a bit, forcing more friction between you two. You let out another moan, fueling your ecstasy even more. Tesla stayed in the same place, some of his weight shifted onto you, forcing you deeper into the desk. His hand slid down, making its way into your pants. His fingers traced around your panties, teasing you. A groan escaped your mouth, only for Tesla to smile. His other hand followed, pushing down your pants around your rear. Now, you were fully exposed to his liking. His weight lifted off of you, yet his hand still held you down on the desk.
You could just barely see him move to the other side of the desk. Followed by the clinking of some glass. Your mind wandered.. ‘*what could he be doing with glass..? He wasnt thinking anything too perilous.. right?*’. He returned, his hands caressing your rear with such tenderness.
“Don't be scared, baby.. I'm just going to do an experiment.”
He knelt down on the tile, pulling your underwear down as he went. A shiver was sent up your spine as he breathed up against you. Eyes rolling into the back of your head was an understatement.
With haste, he gently rubbed his digits against your clit, finding you moaning within seconds. He continued to soak his fingers in your own liquids, only taking them away once he was satisfied. A whine made it past your lips as his touch faded away, only to be replaced by his fingers inside. Your breath hitched in your throat, your hands reaching for the edge of the desk. Small whimpers and pleas flooded your mouth as he worked his magic.
Praises filled your ear from Tesla as he slowly entered another digit, smiling as he saw your reaction.
“Du bist so gut, Liebling..”
His fingers pumped in and out, leaving you speechless and breathless.. But alas, all thing smust come to an end. He pulled his fingers out, leaving you heaving.
“Youre ready.. Aren't you?”
He stood back up, running his hand down your back and up to your collarbone. You were so close to the edge, so close to coming. But, he didn't let you, atleast, not yet. Once again, you heard the glass clinking. But before you could say anything, you could feel the cold material at your entrance.
“T-Tes..?”
“Shh… you're ready, meine Liebe."
Even though you didn't seem it.. His voice was calming, reassuring. With the sweetness he always gave you, he pushed it in. Your mouth hung agape for a couple seconds, adjusting to the size of it.
“Ah.. look at you.. Taking that test tube so beautifully”
It finally clicked. It was a test tube. But that didn't matter at the moment. The pleasure you were receiving was far better than to think of the negative. Your mind was caught off guard with the sudden noise of a zipper. You looked over your shoulder, just barely seeing Tesla pull out his length. He continued pumping you with the test tube, hearing your moans grow louder.
“Tes- Tes– ima..!”
As you voiced your cries for release, he pulled it out. Your eyes widened as he licked it, setting off to the side on his desk. Whimpers filled the silent room, echoing off the thousands of bookshelves. Tesla's hand reached forward, sticking two fingers in your mouth. They glided over your tongue for a second before he broke the silence.
“Shh.. let me help you finish, okay..?”
He lined himself up, brushing the tip up and down your opening. You choked on his fingers slightly, moans crawling up out of your mouth.
Tesla's groans fit with yours, only now pushing the tip in. A loud moan escaped the both of you, his hands running up to grip your hips. He had shoved the bottom of his shirt into his mouth, letting his lower body have more room to penetrate.
He pushed his full length in, his head slinging back and a moan escaped his lips.
“F-Fuck.. Youre–youre so good, baby…”
His praises filled you with more lust than ever, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you gripped onto the desks edge for dear life. Small breaths exhaled through your lungs, your moans being barely audible from the lack of breath. He thrusted in harder, making the desk rock a bit. For the next few moments, all he did was say your name, praising you for how good you felt.
“Goddamn–! ‘M gonna fuckin–”
He couldn't even finish his last sentence before he filled you up, your thoughts going blank along with your vision. He kept himself inside of you, some of his own fluids leaking out and onto the floor. He rested on top of you, his chest heaving. After a few minutes, he caught his breath, standing back up.
With ease, he quickly got himself and you dressed, helping you to your feet. Tesla whispered gentle praises into your ear as he walked you to the bedroom.
And as the door closed to the laboratory, the tea was still hot. But Tesla's temper was gone.
HOLY FUCK LMAOOO I WROTE THAT??? anyways. uhm. im probably gonna post this then disapear for a few months/j BUT HEY IF U READ CLIFFNOTES U SHOULD SEND SOME REQUESTS!!! i wanna get back into writing :3 okay well erm i hope you enjoyed 🤓
but more than likely ur sum1 ik but thank u for checking on me :3 but yes my brain has been cooking some more ror hcs AND I’m more than likely gonna do HXH requests now :3 so uh yeah have some random art i made while my brain cooks up some more silly content
again i am SO SO SORRY for my hiatus sometimes writing comes and goes i am so sorry
Hi I'm sending for the injury prompts, I'm begging you, please do 2 with Jack the Ripper!
Our boi has beautiful eyes and more people need to acknowledge that!
And keep up the good work I love your writing! //__🖤
HAIII I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT I HAVE BEEN ABSOLUTELY SWAMPED BY LIFE HHJNB but this ask is cute so :3
Jack the Ripper with the prompt "Your eyes"
Warnings: Hurt, injuries, blood
Type: Fic
Monitors beeped, footsteps echoed, wheels whined. The halls of the hospital were filled with noises that you were able to tune out with years of experience. Your hand swiftly wrote more vitals down for a few patients that you had, but it was quickly ended with a loud siren. You had heard it many times, but this was even worse. Since Ragnarok had began, you and your fellow nurses were swamped with the mounds of patients piled on you. But you had seen this before, with Ares’ army fighting Hercules.
Something in your gut yelled at you, saying that something was different. That something was out of place. Your feet rushed to the doors near the siren. Nurses and fellow angels pushed a stretcher through the doors, yelling around them for patrons to get out the way. You quickly ran after them, clipboard in hand with a new patient sheet. Nurses yelled vitals at you, your hand writing as quick as possible. The world seemed to slow down as you looked at the poor man. He was completely battered and bruised. The entire gaping hole in his abdomen still gushing with blood.
Of course he was raced to the Emergency room, the lead doctors working their good hands on him. As you waited patiently for the man to get out of surgery, you caught wind of the patients origin. Essentially, you heard that he was the fighter for the fourth round of Ragnarok. ‘Jack the Ripper’ although the name sounded oddly familiar to you, you couldn’t place a finger on where you heard it from. But thoughts crossed your mind: ‘Why would Brünnhilde choose such a vile person to represent humanity?’ and ‘How did a human such like him kill a god?’. But as soon as you tried to find the answers to such questions, you were quickly called to be at his bedside.
As you walked in, your eyes were immediately caught by the messy state he was in. His hair was a mess, covered in blood and disheveled. You quickly came to his aid, slipping on some gloves. Once again, you took his vitals and wrote them down. His breathing caught you off guard slightly, it beginning to become faster. You slightly ignored it, just thinking it was him having a bad dream. As you tucked his hair back slightly, taking an alcohol-covered cotton ball to the dried blood. You cleaned it thoroughly, humming a small song to ease your mind. As soon as you went to run some another cotton ball over his forehead, his eyes fluttered open. Your body immediately froze, your attention quickly turned to his one maroon tinted eye.
He froze also, his eyes locked with yours. He seemed as surprised as you, but more care in his eyes. Your hand retracted from his face, your mouth still slightly agape at the beauty of his eyes. The silence between you two was loud, but the red blush on your cheeks screamed louder than any other sound.
After you caught yourself staring, you quickly went back to work.
“I-I’m sorry, sir..”
Your hands gently caressed his face as you pushed more of his hair out of the way to check for any more injuries. You tried to refrain from eye contact, but your blush never went away. His face almost looked the same shade, but his eyes followed yours.
He gently broke the silence with his gentle voice
“Please.. call me Jack, Dear..”
You swallowed hard, smiling softly.
“Yes- Yes sir.. I’m sorry- your eyes are gorgeous..”
A gentle smile appeared on Jack’s lips, his eyes still half lidded. He looked you up and down, almost making sure to take every little detail of you in. Your color was truly extravagant to him. A new color he had never studied before. A more of a loving tone, almost reminding of his mother’s color.
“Don’t apologize, dear.. Thank you..”
HI HI HALLOOOOOO guess who’s back?! it’s me baebee!! anyways- i’m sorry if this is sucky. I’ve been having a whole rollercoaster of life rn- but asks will still be closed til i finish the ones i haven’t gotten to. Just check my bio to see if my asks are open! Have a wonderful day or night :3
i sat here and thought about reblogging this or not but then i realized how many people feel suicidal, and i have too its not dan and phil but i could honestly care less, bc i rather have someone not die then make sure i strictly stay to my ‘blog type’
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