Masochist yandere x mad scientist reader who experiments on them pwetty pwease w a cherry on top 🥺😼
You talkin about my dear bunny's crybaby? Yeah, I guess I could talk about him, sure, sure, if I must... As if I haven't been thinking about my au all the time
It's rare for Elias and Crybaby to be allowed to overlap, you wouldn't want the soft and nervous boy to remember what your ever-pliant doll has done. However, you're not adverse to letting Crybaby be soft, especially when you're testing new drugs. It's his favorite thing, allows him to relax and admit his reactions in ways Crybaby is hardly allowed to. Today he is brought in, sat in the usual padded room that makes something in it itch in what could've been excitement, were a thing like him allowed to feel, you walk in with a tray to inject him with something new, a researcher pushing a cart full of both tools and personal devices you wanted to try, something in crybaby's mind whispered that they belonged to someone named Elias, the name made it's mouth dry as if it were able to feel discomfort like humans could. Crybaby often considered itself as handcrafted by you, that's why he's your doll of course, and he marveled at how talented you must be for him to so closely replicate human emotions even if it wasn't 'really' feeling them.
The haziness the mask left him in would be unhelpful for the experiment so it is removed, revealing the big damp eyes of your lover, blank as ever as Crybaby. You tap his chin and utter a command and his mouth falls open, tongue lolling out pliantly for you to pinch and inject the serum into him.
"Thank you, sir..." he slurred a bit from the strange texture coating his tongue from whatever you'd given him.
You hardly react, pleased nonetheless, as you turn to the abandoned cart, tracing your fingers across the tools, finally landing on a feather. You informed him this would be testing his sensitivity before telling him to remove his shirt. Obedient as ever he even bore his chest to you so you could gently trace the scars with the feather to earn yourself light shudders and hitched breath. He could feel the heat of the serum running through his veins, leaving an absent tingling sensation as it went.
“You may react, baby, remember we’re testing your reactions, I want to see how you react” you remind him and watch his whole body shudders and lean towards you, finally allowing his body to do what it wants, and the faintest smile dances onto his face at the pet name.
As the serum further processes you trade the feather for genuine medical tools, testing his reflexes and all like a regular check-up and jotting down some notes. He's woozy and pliable, unlike Crybaby's typical stance and looking just a bit too comfortable, as if Elias may be slipping through again.
"What is your name?" You hum and his wet eyes stare up at you, heart eyes blown and making him look more and more weak and pathetic.
It takes him some time, he stares up in astonishment for some time before a thought occurs and he finds his answer "I-I'm... Yours? M-Master's?" It's hardly possible to deny him reward for such a perfect answer so you offer him a treat, as long as he can get it himself.
He whines and weakly pets at your crotch again, tears streaming down his face like flowing lava to his over sensitive nerves. He's been trying to unbutton your pants for quite some time now but the haze of drugs has ruined his agility and left him weakly licking your pants and whining for you to let him please you, when you finally get tired of his pathetic face as tears and drool soaked the front of your pants, you grab him by the back of the hair with a satisfying yelp and press his cheek against your buldge, watching him drool more at the closeness and the friction. You quickly pop your pants open and press his soft, tear-soaked cheek to the warm skin of your cock. Bemused with his expression of expression, you let go of him and let him suck your length down his throat, finally seeming soothed by the feeling of your dick in his body the shivers which had been running through his body finally stopped.
"Crybaby..." your tone warned him to act, though he couldn't seem to hear beyond his soft hums of pleasure.
As punishment, you yank him off and throw him to the cold floor, watching the tears and drool begin forming a puddle beneath him before he looks back up at you with a shameful horror. He was bad, he didn't listen and you can see that guilt overwhelming his weakened mind.
"Baby... do it right this time... and I'll make you feel good~" you sit now, on the slightly plush slab which Crybaby has been vivisected on many times and pat your lap, drawing his lust-crazed eyes back to your dick.
He lunges on you and peppers soaking, drooly kisses all along your shaft, now more focused on your pleasure than his own. His mouth his hotter than normal, his slutty hole is probably warmer too, a mild fever from the concoction is the last thing you jot down before tossing the clipboard back to the tray and sliding a large dildo smoothly down Elias' throat to lube it. He gagged lightly around it before stilling almost as much as he had before, as if a cock down his throat was some secret power-off button to his mind.
Ok, being entirely honest, I got stuck but I like where this went for the most part. Maybe I'll add more some other time but ya'll deserve to actually see what's there
tw; not much, pussy eating, implied multiple rounds, bruises... I stole @yanderefarm's ares for this
Being with someone so beautiful often had drawbacks, for example, Ares was always being flirted with, regardless if you took him out to a bar or to a high-end restaurant, people would come up to him and shower him in compliments. It wouldn't be too much of an issue if he weren't always trying to get a rise out of you, flirting back just subtly enough to have plausible deniability when confronted. It was a one-sided game of sorts, seeing how far he had to push you to get what he really wanted. There was comfort in knowing he'd actually kill someone if they touched what was yours, but it did not make it less aggravating to see your wife glance at you with a cheeky grin while he blatantly flirted with your waiter.
You gave in, hardly having a choice once Ares had scribbled a string of random numbers on a paper and motioned for the stranger to call him, and he could tell you were annoyed. He only giggled when you shoved him into the car, mocking your anger the whole drive home, thrown into your bed with enough force to make the frame shift. His dress tore off easily, leaving him posing in - clearly new - lingerie.
"Hun~" He gasped in faux shock, "What's with this aggression? Did something happen?"
You refused to dignify his taunting with any more reaction than a snarl before pouncing on top of him, barely taking a moment to admire his body. His nails dug into your scalp as you sucked and bit bruises into his skin, pressing more bruises into his hips with how hard you pressing him down into the mattress. You pulled his panties down, admiring how wet he already was before you spread his legs apart to see within the jungle of hair to the dripping hole of your wife. Ares gasped as you dove in , the coarse curly hair pleasantly scratching your face as you skipped over his twitching dick to send your tongue deep inside him.
"Ngaaah~ L-Looove~" he whined, pulling at your hair to try and guide you back up to suck his pretty little cock like you ordinarily would.
You slapped his thigh as a warning and pressed your face further into his cunt, using your tongue to claim every last inch of his insides as he squirmed and shook around you. His juices coated your tongue, walls contracting around you as if his pussy was kissing you back. When you finally did pull away you could see him twitch around nothing, sensitive hole framed so perfectly by the mass of red curls. Pressing your cock against his entrance you could feel him already trying to suck you in.
"See? Your body knows who it belongs to~ my slutty little wife"
"Mhhh~ but no one else could make me feel as good as you~ I'm all yours~ My love, my hubby~"
As if to reward him for admitting he belonged to you, you started pistoning your hips into him, his sloppy, wet pussy sucking you deeper and deeper while he squirmed and moaned beneath you. Your hands trailed across his body, one landing on his chest to slip underneath the lace and squeeze his plump chest while the other settled on his throat, just letting him keep enough air to keep moaning for you.
"Good boy~ my pretty wife, all tight and sopping wet for me~ Only for me" you chewed more marks on his neck and shoulders, covering every bit of skin to ensure he'd have to show he was yours if he went out again.
He squirted on your dick at your words, tightening up and spasming around your cock like he was trying to force you to cum deep in his womb. You obliged, fucking him through your orgasms as you filled him thoroughly. Without giving you a chance to pull out, Ares suddenly flipped you onto your back, keeping you inside him as he settled onto your lap with a cheeky grin.
tw;Power dynamics, Weed intake, burning, temperature play?, minor dehumanization, hints of pet play, someone else's writing(thx bunny), I'm so normal about my autistic wife
Such a good boy, quick to obey, you'd only sent him a simple text and he was at your door in minutes. His stone face hardly hid his excitement, still in his work clothes, gloved hands tracing over a small burn scar on his wrist, one that you had given him. As soon as you let him in he scurried off to change and shower, rushing so much he was panting slightly when he came back to you, now in only a leather harness and a cute pair of panties with a hole in them to ensure his ass was easily accessible. He kneeled at your feet, looking mesmerized by the smoke pouring out of your mouth. You chuckled, holding his chin to bring him back into reality.
"Would puppy like a taste?" He whined and nodded, blush still the only thing truly cracking his flat affect.
You leaned down and pulled him closer, admiring how his mouth fell open as if he was unconsciously obeying your every thought. You took a long hit before pressing your lips against his, feeling him instantly sucking for your air, eyes rolling back as he is given access to the smoke in your lungs, hungrily taking everything you had to give him. A whorish moan accompanying the smoke leaving his own lungs. He shuddered, looking more high than you were already.
His periwinkle eyes fluttered lazily as he looked up at you like a desperate dog. "Please... I'll be a good boy. Be such a good boy... Please? Wanna..." He struggled to find the words as his foggy brain fought against him "Wanna sit with you... Wanna be closer... Need to be.. To crawl inside. To-" Tears started to brim in his pathetic hazy eyes. He spoke so soft but with the need of a man dying of thirst. "Please?"
You can't help but give in to his weak and lovesick look, so you let him settle into your lap, now face-to-face with his massive chest, still littered with scrapes and bruises from when you last invited him over, barely resisting the urge to bite into him. He clung to you like he would fall if he let go. You take another long hit, admiring the red ember glow as it lights up his pretty face, his hand gently grazes your cheek, wide admiring eyes boring into yours as he poorly attempts to articulate words, quickly giving up to kiss you and suck in the smoke from your lungs, desperate to take anything you'd give to him. He was really too cute for his own good, and far too much of a lightweight, though you had a feeling he'd react less strongly outside of your presence.
As he weakly ground his ass on your crotch, you placed the dying joint between his lips, watching in amusement as his face soured from the distinct taste of cardboard entering his throat. You snatched the barely burning joint back and pressed the lit end into his skin, a sweet hiss marking its death, harmonizing with Achilles' hiss of pain. He shivers when you lick the burn, panting in your ear pathetically. As you pick up another joint he scrambles to get the lighter, whining "Please, master. Help, wanna... good" as he continued to absentmindedly grind on your lap. You let him light it for you, admiring how he shook, already having come undone much more than he usually let himself.
As you puffed you took a moment to press the embers into his chest, making him flinch and shudder. Clearly more worried that your joint went out than his own pain, he held the lighter up to it again yelping as you sunk the fresh embers directly into his side. A few more loops of that and he'd begun to puff his chest out more each time you took a hit, ready for you to add extra burns to his already sore tiddies.
tw; cannibalism in the first chunk, power dynamics, slight degradation in the second part. Don't ask me questions about this, it's what I felt in my heart and I've been struggling to write so.
The room was candle lit, small table placed in front of a very plush chair. Achilles stepped out from behind you, pulling the chair out for you to sit and pushing it back in so you were a comfortable distance from the table. His cute apron and mini skirt letting you see each and every scar, mostly from you, the only hidden scars were covered by bandages for fresh wounds, fresh enough he had to limp to the kitchen. He brought back out a perfectly seared steak, juicy and fragrant, along with a goblet of sweet, homemade mead. Placing it in front of you with a bow before kneeling beside you, you cut a piece of the steak, admiring how juicy it was before showing Achilles, watching his fingers lightly trace over the bandaged wounds that fed you. As always, he was succulent, marinated muscles cooked just so his flesh would pull apart and nearly melt in your mouth, the wine paired perfectly, fined with his blood to allow you to consume all the more of him. His breathing became ragged and uneven just remembering the process of you cutting into him, loudly announcing the quality of his meats, truly treating him even worse than livestock, it made his head spin.
You patted your thigh and immediately his head hit the spot you patted, wide eyes staring up at you, clearly searching for a command.
Or, for the less hungry
"Do you get off on this?" Your voice was snide, judgmental, the tone made Achilles jump.
He hung his head like a kicked dog, he'd hoped you wouldn't notice. He'd hoped you simply would ignore his physique and just believe that he's been a 'housekeeper' for years. Of course not. He could not keep the truth from you, pitifully admitting he did, in fact, get off on your orders, going as far as to call himself filthy. With a swift kick, he dropped to the ground at your feet, already shivering from your scorn. Your cruel laugh clearly making his muscles untense.
"Then serve me completely. Give me your whole life..."
"Please... Master... I'm yours, always" He blinked up a you, enough adoration in his eyes you could almost see hearts in them.
