#stein smut

[gachiaputa]

scary dog privilege with husband!franken stein ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

Everyone tells you that you're husband is weird, maybe a little bit creepy in his own way. And in theory, you can understand why people say that. He's awkwardly tall, the scars all over his body might seem scary at some point and the reflection of his glasses combined with the look on his face makes him look out of a horror movie. Not to mention the screw he has piercing his head.

But in practice, you can't imagine your husband scaring people. Stein has always been a sweetheart with you since day one, treating you softly and tenderly. Even with his quirks, he's managed to make a pretty girl like you care for him, and now his own mission for the rest of his life is keeping you by his side.

He loves your company, he can't believe someone other than Spirit can handle him, and he can turn rather clingy sometimes.

You never have problem walking alone in the street, everyone knows you're Stein's precious wife. And still, he usually walks you everywhere. Separation anxiety or something. He walks beside you, arm immediately looping around your waist because it's muscle memory at this point. He's tall as a shadow, thinking about the minutes he'd lose without you if he didn't accompany you home. Even if he's coming there too a few hours later.

When you walk, his gaze is fixed on you, not in the people on the sidewalk giving you side eyes. You've always been filled with questions of why. Why choose him, someone in the verge of madness, someone who would put his experiments before you without thinking? But that's a lie. You know it, Stein has made it very clear to you that you are his priority and then, everything else. You're his world, his soul and his sanity.

One night, when he comes back later than ever and you are somehow still awake, waiting for him, he lays in the bed between your legs, chin pressed in your chest as he looks up at you. His glasses are crooked and his forehead sweaty because he definitely came to you faster than he should. You lift your hand, screwing the screw for him.

"I hate it when we're apart," he admits, almost shy about it. "I missed you so much in the lab today. I miss you everywhere, actually. Spirit says I'm obsessed. Maybe I am"

You giggle softly and his whole face lights up in this awkward way only you get to see. "You can be. I'm obsessed with you too."

You lean in to kiss the tip of his nose, but he moves faster and suddenly his giving you a big kiss on the lips, with his hands squeezing your cheeks together.

a/n: revive this fandom i just finished the show. idk if this is ooc or not I DON'T CARE. send me ideas for more stein shit a/n 2: also this is for my girl @kamislop idk if you follow me here but i'm nora ok i'm not some random person tagging you i'm moviecritc's side blog

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[yurv-rainbow]

hey hey!! I'm not sure if you're doing headcanon requests or not but if you are, is it okay if you can do stein x medusa x reader if you can? it's okay if you can't do it :]

Hiii! My headcannon request are always open! (Although I cannot guarantee when I will respond and if the response will be good enough because my brain has a different brainrot every month or so and rn it's been knb for 2 months)

But I can try to dive into the brain of my 13 yrs old self for some fluff headcannons! Also I don't know ot you seek polyamory headcannons or love triangle headcannons so I included both! :D

Stein x Medusa x NB! Reader Headcannons!

Warning/Note:Again, I have not watched Soul Eater since 2018 so I am so sorry if that is inaccurate or Ooc I am just digging up headcannons that 13/14 yrs old me had.

Polyamory (established relationships)

This is one I had for A WHILE but Medusa as definitely forged and given promise rings to both Stein and you and both rings are snake shaped. Those rings are a promise of al 3 of you sinking into madness together and for each other. (And she may or maybe have placed an enchantment on the rings but lord knows what they do)

There is nothing better than a quiet moment with your two partners, all three of you snuggling or resting on each other in quiet. Stein just smoking and relaxing, Medusa's head lying on Stein's lap as she is reading her book. And her legs dropping over yours as you head rests on Stein's shoulder and you hand simply resting on Medusa's waist. No words need to be shared, the three of you make each other feel like it's ok to go a bit insane from time to time.

Medusa is getting clinged on 24/7 if it's not you, it's Stein and if it's neither of you at once it's the both of you at once. And she just smiles, patting the both of you because she finds it ridiculously adorable.

Love Triangle (Stein x Reader x Medusa)

Oh Medusa is so good at charming, but there is something about Stein that keeps drawing you to him despite your devotion to Medusa.

Medusa would often call you her sweet love, her precious heart. And despite the master of manipulation that you know she is, despite how her words usually only mean to charm, all you hear is sincerity in her words of affection and praise. (It even scares Medusa herself at first because she realizes she may have a weakness now)

Stein, on the other hand, is not so forward either his affection. Until he get jealous👀. But his affection is shown more through actions, whether that is hand holding or pinning your against the nearest wall to steal a heated kiss when no one is looking.

I can make more headcannons do not worry my wonderful humans! Also I am currently in a Kuroko no Basket brainrot so if ANYONE has requests they are MORE THAN WELCOME :D

[blackkatskauldron]

I am Happier (When I Hurt You) - Chapter 3 (Kinktober 2025)

On Ao3:

DISCLAIMER: I will be switching around the Ao3 official prompts to best suit the story I am trying to tell, and the prompts will be listed at the beginning of each chapter in the summary. The Reader character is named, but it is not her real name, as will be mentioned in the fic. Any mental illness depicted may or may not be accurate. I try my best to research symptoms, but I am not an expert and often base things on my own experiences. Stein is obviously a greatly whitewashed psychopath in the manga and will be depicted the same way here, as it is central to his character. He will be violent, possessive, and even cruel at times. If that bothers you, this is probably not a story you want to read. This will be a dark story, and as the author, I do not agree with all the things the characters do, say, or believe. Trigger warnings and kinks are in the tags on Ao3. You have been warned; read at your own risk.

And though ye are of a frightful temper, I still seek to tame thee to my will…

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Mary needed that camera.

Something she had taken a picture of the night before had jogged a thought loose. Something about Anthea... Something she couldn't put her finger on.

She sat, head in hands, behind the desk in her office, a scratchy wool turtleneck sweater hiding the worst of Vic’s abuse to her neck and shoulders. All the information Patrica and Elizabeth had been able to dig up about Anthea was spread over her desk in neatly printed out sheets. There was an ongoing missing persons investigation, and she had been entered into the many missing persons databases nationwide. Interpol had even been contacted.

No social media updates.

No upcoming brand deals.

No trace of Anthea existed after a certain photo was taken of her in the Bahamas weeks ago. One uploaded to her Instagram with the caption, “Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay.”

A quote from Milton’s Paradise Lost.

To Mary, it had another meaning.

Her chosen name, her disguise.

Adam, the “monster”, had quoted it to Victor in Frankenstein. Lamenting his creation, much as Mary lamented what she had become after Vic.

Anthea was not a reader. She publicly detested reading anything other than social media posts. She was a networker, and a talented one at that. All she had to do was smile at someone, and they would melt, and she used that to her advantage. She had friends upon friends who were all tagged in her photos, even the people taking the pictures who did not appear.

This puzzled Mary, as the final image posted to her account was empty of tags.

But how could Vic have taken the photo? He was supposedly in the UK during the time this photo was taken. Patricia and Elizabeth had found pretty good proof of it, too. Still, it wasn’t impossible.

And the caption.

Mary groaned, feeling the stinging ache in her pelvis.

Vic had always been huge, and she had gone so long without anything but her hands that she was burning. Even just sitting ached. Yet she still felt the melting feeling of desire in her belly.

Shame flooded her, but she didn't have time to dwell on it or unpack it, as her smartphone buzzed on her desk in front of her. Scrambling for it, Mary knocked a few of the papers to the floor with soft thwack, thwacks.

The number that flashed across the screen was unknown, private even. It was a text. With shaking fingers, Mary unlocked her phone and pressed the text notification. Then her stomach fell through the floorboards.

It was a picture.

Of her.

She looked different, something about her hair. And she was smiling. A huge, wide smile that nearly split her face in two. Next to her was a dour-faced man with silver hair and black, round lenses covering dark green eyes, a long scar running down the length of his face. It was her and Vic, from years ago. She looked happier then. They both did, despite Vic’s expression; it was easy to see the softness around his jaw and the shimmering mirth in his eyes in comparison to how he looked the night before.

Then another text popped up below the picture.

It read: “I miss this.”

The phone slipped from Mary’s fingers and clattered to the desk atop her files and papers.

It was before Vic’s relationship with Melissa, the artist who still had not appeared in public since their breakup. He was just breaking into the art space, and Mary had been working on a law degree at the local university in the city where he had debuted, moonlighting as a P.I. to make ends meet. The exam and license had been expensive, but there was always a suspicious spouse to assist. A friend had dragged her to the local modern art museum - Barrett's - that night for some party or another, and the moment Vic’s eyes met hers over his dark glasses, she was smitten.

Apparently, he had been too. In his own way.

It had all come crashing down around her ears when the cops came knocking on her door and asked her to help with their investigation.

Her phone buzzed again.

Mary’s heart had gone still; the air in the room tasted stale and old. Dust motes floated through the sunlight that filtered in from the window behind her desk. Then another buzz clattered her phone against her desk, shattering the thick silence.

She had to open it.

How had he gotten her number? Wes?

It didn’t matter; she had to open the text.

She unlocked her phone, then promptly threw it back onto her desk, face flaming. It was another image, this one far more explicit than the first. Mary, her face screwed up in ecstasy, another man – one with vibrant red hair – behind her, twisting her nipples, which were clamped in silver clips on a delicate chain. Vic wasn’t in this image, but she knew he had been behind the camera. Had been inside her.

The message that followed was simple, just as succinct as the previous.

“Do you miss it too?”

Continue reading on Ao3!

[mytheoristavenue]

I just refound my hyperfixation with franken stein from soul eater and was wondering if you would write nsfw stein/maid! Reader?

Sure, thanks for the ask, and sorry for the wait!

SE Franken Stein x Maid!Reader 🍋 - Commands

Summary: Your new employer decides to correct you after finding your service to not be up to his standards.

Warning: Rough, unprotexted sex, hard dom!stein, sub!reader, fem!reader, service!sub, kinda short

"(Y/N)," your employer called, prompting you to toddle over to him in the kitchen. "How many times am I going to have to correct you before you can do things correctly?" he asked ominously, cocking his head a bit and erecting his arm to crank the bolt lodged in his temple.

"Apologies, sir," you mumbled. "What was it that I did wrong?"

"Taste this." he ordered, shoving a mug in your face. Hesitantly, you took in by its handle and took a sip, instantly grimacing at the taste.

"Tea?" you whispered under your breath, confused. Why was there tea in the coffee canister?

"Correct. And what did I ask for?" His confirmation startled you, as you hadn't anticipated him hearing you.

"Coffee, sir." you answered shamefully, setting the cup down to go make him a fresh cup. "Apologies."

"That won't be enough this time," you could here his teeth grind when he spoke, making your skin crawl as he grabbed you by the wrist to pull you back to him. "I'm going to teach you a lesson this time."

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"Watch those teeth or you'll lose them." he commanded down to you as you diligently sucked him off, making sure to take everything he said straight to heat, lest you screw up again. "That's better." He purred, holding your head still in an effort to fuck your throat more comfortably. Stein leaned against the refrigerator tiredly, his head tilted back against it, not only out of bliss, but exhaustion. He'd had a long day and he didn't have the energy to look after you to make sure you did things properly.

"If you were half as good at you job as you are at sucking dick, we might just get along." he remarked with a throaty chuckle. "But you're not, so I guess this is all your good for." You took in his displeased words as they went straight to your heat. You wanted so desperately to sink your fingers into your core while you pleasured him, letting his distain for you ag you on, but you knew better. Stein was a cold, uncaring man, and you knew for a fact that if Death himself hadn't appointed you to keep his lab clean, you'd be on the streets.

Suddenly, you felt a harsh slap deliver to your cheek, causing you to withdrawal from him, alarmed. "Teeth." he reminded.

"S-Sorry," you whined, brows knitted together shyly as you gazed up at him.

"God, you're pathetic." he moaned, releasing a shaky breath as you licked a stripe up his shaft. "Either you're such a little snowflake that you're going to cry over one little slap, or you're getting pleasure from this." he noted breathlessly, before pressing his palm to your forehead and pushing you to the floor. "Either way, that I'm not going to let that happen." He growled, approaching you, and manhandling you off the ground.

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You whined hopelessly as the man of the house held you as you were laid out on the kitchen table, fucking into your weeping whole like he hated you, and in many ways, he did. You vexed him constantly with your sickeningly sweet tone, your stupid mistakes, and the way you said things that drove him wild, entirely unintentionally. He gripped your thigh tighter, your leg half hazard slung over his shoulder, while the other dangled off the table.

"Dick dumb little whore," he grunted, sweat dripping off his brow and landing on your uniform. "Can't even make a simple cup of fucking coffee."

Your face felt numb, and you struggled to form a single coherent thought as he pounded you into the table, simply uttering choked attempts at his title. "Y-Yes, sir..."

"Fuck," he groaned as your walls clenched around him, squeezing for all he was worth. "Better not fucking cum, I swear to God, I'll hurt you so bad." His threats did nothing to stop your climax from washing over you. If anything, they made it stronger, the thought of all the ways he could harm you tasting delicious in your mind. Your pelvis rose off the table as your legs began to tremble, your gross noises spilling into the air, pissing him off even more. "God, you can't do anything fucking thing I tell you, can you?"

You neglected to answer him, simply laying limp against the cold surface, you eyes rolled back and drool dribbling down your chin from your ajar lips. "Don't think that just because you came I'm gonna stop," he warned, tossing your leg off him and gripping your hips as harshly as he could, fingernails digging crescent moons into your supple flesh.

"Gonna fuck you until you learn your Goddamn lesson."

[poorlyyy]

do u have any spicy professor stein headcanons? 👀

Why is it that whenever I try to write something horny, it becomes sappy???

Of course a man of his profession and insanity, has a few “odd” turn ons. With his idea of a good night consisting of a scalpel and a subject, you shouldn’t really be surprised by his strange perception of attractiveness. But it’s never anything huge or conventionally sexy that gets him going.

Like when you’re grading papers, he loves when you nibble the tip of your pen cap. He won’t even hide his blatant staring, eyes half lidded like he would pounce on you at any second. Had to smack him with a rolled newspaper to knock the horniness back.

Or when you have help set up the room, and you stand on your tippy toes to wipe the top of the chalkboard. 9 out of 10 times you’ll feel his arms wrap around your waist, pulling your back into his chest.

Now he’d never do anything sexual at school, he’s not that crazy. But when you two are home, there’s no holding back.

Gentle kisses in the morning become half asleep, make out sessions. Hands roaming his exposed chest, appreciating all his scars and flaws.

He’ll never say it outloud, but he loves feeling your lips graze his scars. Sometimes you trace them without even realizing it, and he adores how comfortable you are with his body. While he’s not ashamed of his scars, Stein revels in your obvious attraction towards him physically.

Stein just isn’t used to being loved or being in love, so the smallest acts of affection are the ones he appreciates the most.

[tsukiboo]

there’s NO professor stein smut on this site???? what the hell

[zombieumbreon]

Kinktober day 5

Warnings: use of the word daddy (obviously), mention of cuckolding, I think that’s it

Daddy ft Dr. Franken Stein

“Good. Fucking. Girl,” Stein moaned as he guided your head up and down his length by your hair. You let out a soft moan, the vibrations pulling a hiss from him. “I’m going to destroy you,” he groaned as he watched your ass wiggling in the air behind you.

You pulled off of him with a loud pop, “yes, daddy,” you purred in his ear. His head fell back against the headboard as he helped you guide your hips above his own. He lifted his hips off the bed, his hardened cock rubbing between your wet folds. He smirked at your face turning bright red, your moans becoming louder.

Suddenly he lifted your hips away from him, your frustrated whine making him grin up at you. Placing A hand on the small of your back he flipped the two of you so he now had you pinned to the mattress. “Now, my little kitten,” he whispered in your ear as he rubbed himself against you again. “Tell me who you belong to,” he waited as he pushed in you about an inch.

“Y-you, Daddy,” you whined, needing more contact from him. “Then why,” he pushed in another inch, “did I catch Spirit fucking you like a slut?” He asked as he slammed himself into you. Truth was, he got excited watching you with someone else but, it was still fun to punish you and reclaim you as his.

He hooked one of your legs over his arm and slammed into you. “Guess I need to reclaim my slutty kitten,” he growled as he sunk his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder. You gave a pained moan, arching your back into him. “Da-daddyyyy,” you moaned softly into his ear as he pounded into you mercilessly. “Reclaim me daddy, show them who I belong to. Fill my slutty pussy up with your cum,” you returned his bite warning a hiss from him.

Snaking his hand around your neck he leaned back, watching your breasts bounce. The sudden lack of air had you digging your nails into his thighs and he slammed into you with more force and a faster pace. Leaning down he let go of your neck, roughly grabbing one breast with each hand as he pinched at your hardened buds. “Da-daddy ‘m gon..gonna…please daddy,” you could barely speak as your eyes rolled back and your back arched.

“Go ahead, Kitten,” he growled into your ear. As soon as he felt you clamp down around him he just couldn’t take it anymore, stilling his movements and filling you with so much cum it spilled out around him.

[mikathemonster]

there’s honestly a severe lack of stein and spirit albarn smut on this hellsite…. might have to change that