Where’s That Quiz Where You Choose Lke 4 Colours U Like And 4 U Dont And It Hands Your Ass On A Plate

Hey, could you do yandere Silco with a GN s/o who genuinely adores him?

You just want to see soft yandere silco, don’t you anon? I know you probably can’t read my tone, but I said that very smugly lololol.

Melts. Positively, straight up, melts.

This man has never experienced an ounce of romantic affection in his life, you cannot convince me otherwise.

Because one, he was too busy focusing on his plans for Zaun, and two, even if he had been interested in anyone they probably were more into Vander.

Silco can’t get enough of this feeling, and he reluctantly admits that he enjoys being soft and gentle with you.

Silco needs you with him constantly. If you’re away, even for a short period of ten minutes, his anxiety kicks into high gear. Being the ruler of Zaun has given him a surplus of enemies, and if something ever happened to you he would burn everything to ashes.

Is definitely the type to wait outside the door when you use the restroom.

Silco does not trust his own henchmen to look after you, and insists on personally escorting you everywhere. When you’re both out and about, he has one arm wrapped possessively around your hip the whole time and don’t even think about saying it’s embarrassing you (Y/N)!

Silco will buy you anything you so much as even glance at, he’s basically a glorified sugar daddy tbh. (If it’s clothing, he’s getting it tailored specifically for you, and he’s actually given some of his own clothes to have tailored so they fit you.)

Dare I say you rank even higher than Jinx in his list of priorities. Silco is actually hesitant to let you interact with Jinx, because he knows how unstable she can be and he would rather perish than let you get hurt.

Silco’s favorite places to have you with him are on his lap in his office, or spooning you in his bed.

He may not seem like a cuddle bug at first, but once he trusts you not to run away, there isn’t an instant where he’s not at your hip touching you in some way behind closed doors, and even in public he has you by his side 25/8.

Silco’s relatively scrawny, but you should not under any circumstances underestimate him or his willingness to protect you and keep you to himself.

Another yandere who actively enjoys killing for you. It’s one of Silco’s ways of showing he cares for you, and it’s getting rid of anyone who he thinks may have even the smallest inkling of ill will towards you, so it’s a win-win in his mind.

Silco enjoys sharing his plans for Zaun with you, down to the gritty details, so if you feel like he’s over sharing or some of the details are a bit too disturbing for you, tell him and he’ll apologize immediately. He makes up for scaring you by cuddling with you even more.

Even if he trusts you, Silco still finds it hard to completely open up to you and that can sometimes make him come off as stiff or cold. Give him time, and eventually it will all come out in a rare emotional outburst.

Once you’re done comforting him, you can expect him to be much more malleable and relaxed with you from then on out. It’s at this point Silco realizes he likes being vulnerable with you, to be able to tell someone what’s bothering him instead of just brutally slaughtering those who have wronged him.

Convince him to be the small spoon. Silco normally is not one to be coddled, but by doing this you have opened up a whole new world to him. He’s not leaving your grasp unless he absolutely has to. Good luck, darling!

Silco X vampire reader

Send me a NSFW headcanon and I'll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it

Trans Silco for this one (Uses terms dick, cunt and slit)

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When your mouth leaves his cunt, the whine he gives is glorious, full of need and want, without even having your bite, as you've grown to taste him without even needing to nibble.

But sometimes you still like to, as you move your mouth to his thigh, while you raise a hand to rub over his dick, enjoying the curse. Your teeth sink in and his back arches off the bed, much to your amusement.

"Easy beloved," you purr, with a lap to the small cut you've made, watching him twitch and his slit leak, gushing out more of that wonderful taste, "I'll eat you again soon."

To your surprise, he glares down at you, canting his hips and bringing them back to your face, and the boldness only encourages you to dip your tongue into his folds once more, much to his loud affirming pleasure.

Hi, hi, hi!

Not be feral but I just wanted to say that I already love False God so much, like dude, duuuuuuuude. I'm so sorry for cooper, but fuck that shit's hot, my man. Give me sadpatheticdivorcee!cooper anyday. I was already constantly checking when the 1st chap's gonna drop but now that it did?? FUCK ME UP DEAR LORDYLOO. I don't know where the rest of the story is gonna go but the hints of yearning I'm already detecting???? THE Cooper Howard being inexperienced in sex again??? AJSJAMSJDPLEASE PLEASE PLE-

Anyways, love your work! 🥺🥺🥺

oh my god, this just made my day!!!!!!

sad and pathetic, just divorced, cooper has been living in my head since i finished the show and i’m so happy you’re enjoying it too!!!

yesss cooper is so inexperienced again at this point but he’s desperate and he wants someone

thank you so much for all the praise holy shit <333

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Hello, my dear!

Mr. Puzzle definitely deserves princess treatment. He deserves his ass to be lovingly eaten out and have his soul affectionately sucked straight out of his cock.

Imagine being his first though? (I am foaming at the mouth gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure please please please plea-) Baby boy probably cums quick and rises back up quicker, a true trooper as one would say.

Also the arch?? EXCUSE ME??? PARDON ME???? MR. PUZZLE THROWING IT BACK HELLO??? THAT'S A BOTTOM IF I EVER SAW ONE.

- 🍆 anon

You guys are so gaga for this man oh my god i’ve gotten TEN requests today (keep them coming)

Ugh, I can always count on you for solid ideas and rambles, penis anon. Anyways, being his first is very likely and very cute. Because he doesn’t even seem like the type to jerk off a lot so his experience is at literally zero.

You like have to do your job to pamper him, holding his hand while you get ready to peg him, telling him you can stop whenever he feels like it. This man absolutely loves and expects this for his treatment.

He would do a lot of gasping and moaning rather than whimpering and whining, I get that vibe from him. Not to say he’s not whiny, he very much is. But more in a sense where once you actually start fucking him, he’s whining for “more” “faster” “slower” or any way he particularly desires.

You could oblige and be nice or tell him to be patient, which is makes him more whiny and frustrated because, he said it himself, patience is not a virtue.

It’s also very fast. The overwhelming pleasure would have him close after a dozen thrusts, moaning and panting “Ah, goodness, close!” And he’s already hard again, ready to continue being ravished by you.

As for the eating out thing, he’s such a fucking bottom, yes he’d be gasping and writhing under your tongue. Suck his dick, you’d have to slam his hips back down very roughly after he continuously bucked back up into your mouth. He’s never had this much lack of control, so he’d try his very hardest to be absolutely perfect for you.

But it’s be so hard when you’re making him feel so good.

who allowed languages to be so beautiful

stop being mean | modern!Aemond x reader

summary ♱ overstim on aemond >:)

warnings/contains ♱ mean!dom!reader at first then soft!dom!reader, sub!aemond, overstim, dacryphilia, handjob, teasing, usage of the word(s) dumb, pretty thing, baby (directed at aemond), I think that's it but if there's more please let me know !!

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"oh fuck please," aemond whined, pushing his hips further in the bed, "hmph, I already came please stop."

you pumped his cock quickly, grinning at the high pitched whimpers leaving his pretty plump lips. his hands gripped the sheets in hopes of controlling his thrashing.

the sweet burn of overstim had set in long ago, and despite his pleas and cries for you to stop he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the pleasurable torture just as much as you did.

cum pooled at his base, slowly leaking to his thighs and stomach. more of the creamy white liquid drooled out of his tip, making your movements even easier.

his hips began lifting, turning from side to side making it harder for you to keep your grip. you held his hips down firmly with your free hand, sending him a glare.

"stop moving, aemond, you'd think you'd be smart enough to know that but I guess not." you scoffed, smirking when you heard the whimper he let out.

"I'm sorry, jus' too much!", he pouted.

"shh, stop complaining, it's only going to make it worse." you snapped at him, continuing your pumping.

he whined loudly, "mmph! stop being mean." he could feel the tears gathering in his eyes, too fucked out to care whether they slipped out or not.

"oh baby, am I being mean?" your voice was dripping with sympathy but your movements showed none.

he nodded in response, not trusting his voice to express his thoughts, not that he had any at the current moment.

"hmm, how about this, you only need to cum one more time. you can do that can't you pretty thing?" you spoke softly, seeing how vulnerable he was.

"ah ah, y-yeah I can." he tightly gripped your free hand that was holding him down, interlocking your fingers. the tears had now slipped down his cheeks, face a pretty shade of pink.

you quickened your hand, focusing on his tip then moving down to his base. his pants picked up, moans leaving his mouth and tears running down his cheeks. a complete mess underneath you.

he was shaking uncontrollably and clenching his stomach, cock twitching in your hand.

"are you close baby?" you asked smiling at the adorable face he had at the moment. mouth open, eyes squeezed shut and nose scrunched.

"yeah, yeah, please," he cut himself off with a loud moan, "so so close." he whimpered.

"go ahead, be a good boy and cum." you grinned, giving his hand a comforting squeeze.

he went stiff, legs lightly kicking as warm thick ropes of cum shot out of his tip, landing on his stomach and hips. he twitched in your hand and you pumped him until he had nothing left.

you slowed your hand to a stop, looking up at him with nothing but adoration and love. rubbing your wet hand up and down his thigh and drawing small circles onto his hand, you laughed softly.

"you okay baby?" you said gently

he responded with sweet giggles, head feeling empty. he had a wide smile on his pretty face, eyes still shut.

"yeah," he sighed, "I just-" he let out a giggle, "I just can't think."

"aw aem, did you go all dumb on me?" you laughed, moving up to stroke his warm cheek, wiping off the half dried tears that rested there. he hummed, leaning into your touch.

"how about I start a bath, hmm?" you whispered.

"yes please." he smiled, finally opening his eyes that still had a dazed out look in them.

i just want to speak every language ever, is that too much to ask

Real Penguins Make Do - BTAS Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

Summary: You decide to bring a new toy into the bedroom. Oswald is more than happy to oblige. GN reader. (The title is from a joke on the Arkham Discord)

Word Count: 2.3k (I'm so sorry)

Warnings: Ovipositors, slight breeding kink, dom/sub dynamics, dom!reader, Oswald's trust issues

It never failed to amaze you how authoritarian Oswald was in his day-to-day life juxtaposed against how, frankly, needy he was when alone with you.

Oswald's whole body shuddered beneath you, even without having been touched, and you thought to yourself, not for the first time, how lucky you were to get to see him like this. With his poise and dignity stripped away, leaving him bare and raw and open. Only you would ever know how touch-starved he truly was, how he'd preen under the smallest scraps of affection.

"Such a sweet boy..." Your voice was barely above a murmur and you gently touched his cheek, smiling at how his head subtly tilted into your palm. His eyes were already soft and glassy as he looked up at you with that lovestruck grin that always appeared when you held him like this.

"And what do you have planned for us tonight, my turtledove?" You could tell how hard he was trying to retain his usual smooth, collected tone, but the tremor in his voice was unmistakable.

"And ruin the surprise? You'll find out as we go."

And, god, that worked exactly as you had hoped. All the air escaped his lungs in a reverent 'oh' as his pupils dilated.

"W-well," he swallowed thickly, "I am yours to do with what you will."

"Mm, I already knew that." You twisted your fingers into his hair and pulled, relishing the drawn-out whine that you elicited. As much as you loved cradling him in your arms like this, you did have a plan to get to. "Alright, pretty boy, I want you on the bed, legs spread."

Oswald nearly tripped over his own feet in his rush to obey.

Once situated, he looked over at where you were standing, brow furrowed in confusion. You were holding what he could only assume was a sex toy, but the shape was unlike any he had ever seen before. The length didn't seem terribly intimidating, no more than six inches, but the thought of how girthy knot at the base and the little bumps that covered it would feel inside of him made Oswald whimper and unconsciously rub his thighs together. The strange part, though, was the hole in the tip that seemed to go all the way down the toy and the clamshell container you held in your other hand.

Still, the fact that Oswald had no idea what he was looking at only made him impossibly harder. He hadn't requested this. You were bringing this into the bedroom entirely of your own volition, because you wanted to use it on him, and that thought alone made Oswald dizzy.

At this point, he was convinced that there was almost nothing he wouldn't eagerly let you do to him. While he had gotten a lot better about it over the course of your relationship, there would always be some lingering doubts as to whether you were only with him to use him, or worse, out of pity. So, if you wanted to do something that normally wouldn't interest him, that only made it all the more appealing. He could know with certainty that you were doing it for yourself, and that, no matter how hard it was to imagine, he was desired.

Oswald was wrenched from his thoughts by your hand settling gently on his thigh, and he couldn't help but gasp softly at the touch. God, he must look so pathetic like this, and yet, he couldn't find it in himself to care.

"Ozzy?" You set the clamshell down on the bed so that you could hold the toy in both hands. "Do you know what this is?"

Oswald shook his head, eyes widening as he took in the sight properly. It was even more intimidating up close, and he had to bite his cheek to keep from moaning out loud.

"You can touch it, if you'd like. It's called an ovipositor." He tentatively reached out to touch the bumpy surface, and you smiled before opening the clamshell. Inside were yellow, translucent eggs. "These are made from gelatin. That way they'll dissolve if they get stuck."

"Get... stuck..." Oswald looked between the eggs and the toy as it slowly dawned on him what it was designed to do. A shiver ran down his spine and he squirmed in place. "Oh, lord have mercy..."

You snickered at his reaction, but he was too dazed to care. You squeezed his hand lightly to pull him out of it. "Colour, baby?"

His eyes flicked up to meet yours and he swallowed, nodding once. "Green. Very green."

You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed his fused knuckles gently, smiling at how his already red face turned nearly purple in embarrassment. "Alright. Don't hesitate to tell me if it's too much, okay?"

Oswald nodded, breath quickening as you nudged his legs apart once again. He heard the squelch of lube being squeezed onto your fingers, but even with that warning, he still jolted when he felt your fingers press against his hole.

"Please..." he whispered, though what he was begging for, he wasn't sure.

You smiled down at him, and Oswald had to close his eyes to keep from swooning. As always, he opened up beautifully for you, eagerly accepting your fingers as his hole readily stretched to take more, as though he had been made for this. You'd mentioned that last bit more than once before, and even as he hit your shoulder indignantly in response, his cock invariably betrayed him.

Now, though, you decided to spare him the teasing, and he was silently grateful for it. He was already showing you far more vulnerability than he'd be comfortable with were it anyone else. Still, that didn't stop him from arching his back with a soft wheeze when he felt your fingers brush against his prostate.

His eyes opened a fraction, still heavily lidded, and he looked up at you with an embarrassing squeak. His eyes flicked down to the toy in your hands and he licked his lips in anticipation.

"You ready, honey?" Your voice pierced through his haze like an arrow and he sucked in a breath. He waited for a moment before answering, wanting to drink in every moment, every soft gaze and kind word, until they drowned the ghosts of his past in their sacchirine flood.

He was not, however, a patient man, so it was only a few seconds before he was nodding frantically, biting his lip until a metallic tang burst on his tongue. He knew how pathetic he must look, how ashamed he ought to be, and yet, with you, he couldn't bring himself to care. Need washed over him like an oppressive cloak and his mind could only repeat you, you, you in a broken prayer.

Slowly, (far more slowly than Oswald would have liked, and yet, the strange tenderness of it could make him cry), you began to inch the toy into him. It started off easy. Most of the toy was smooth and gently tapered, so it slid into him with little resistance, and for a moment, he allowed himself to relax.

Then he reached the knot. The toy doubled in girth at the base, and Oswald threw his head back against the pillow with a soft thump, choking on his own spit. The bumps were tantalizingly prominent, and he swore he could count every single one of them as they dragged along his inner walls. His hands scrambled for purchase on the sheets and he keened helplessly, his hips twitching and writhing of their own accord, only to cause the toy to shift inside of him and repeat the cycle all over again.

Once he had taken it in to hilt, you stopped, allowing him to get used to the new sensations. By this point, he was babbling incoherently and his chest was red and splotchy from arousal. You smiled down at him and cupped his cheek in your hand, and he leaned into it without even seeming to realize it.

"Colour, Ozzy?"

His forehead crinkled in dismay at having to try to get something coherent to leave his mouth, but he managed a weak, "G-green..."

You smiled your approval, and Oswald felt like he was flying. Then the toy began to move.

The sounds leaving Oswald's lips as you fucked him with the ovipositor were absolutely broken, and it took him a moment to even realize they were coming from himself. It was all too much, far too much, and yet if you stopped, he thought he might die. The toy plunged deep inside if him, but the knot was what really broke him. It slid in and out, stretching his hole to the limit and then suddenly releasing it in rapid succession. It was so fast, so brutal, and yet the dramatic texture ensured that he felt everything. Squeals that he would surely be embarrassed by later fell freely from his throat and he alternated between begging for you to slow down and fuck him harder. You did neither. You took him at the pace you wanted, and when your free hand held his hips in a bruising grasp to stop them from moving, he could only moan.

"You're such a good boy. Taking it so well for me," you cooed, your gentle tone juxtaposed painfully against what you were doing, "Do you want me to pump you full of eggs, baby? Want me to breed you?"

And fuck, he never stood a chance, did he?

Oswald was too lost in his own pleasure to respond verbally, but he nodded desperately, and you noted the way he squirmed with every word. You smirked as you realized you may have awoken something in him.

"Yeah? You want to carry my eggs for me? Incubate them just like a real penguin?"

Okay, maybe that last part was a little silly, and you snorted internally, but Oswald didn't seem to notice. His eyes were glazed over and hazy and could only whimper in response, reaching up to cling to your shoulders with trembling hands.

You lined one of the gelatin eggs up with the ovipositor and pushed it down the tube. Oswald cried out and kicked his legs frenetically. He could feel the egg as a lump inside the toy slowly working its way to the tip, as though it were pulsating. When the egg popped out the tip, he felt it slide in deep as his hole swallowed it down greedily. Vaguely, your comment about the potential for the eggs getting stuck echoed in his mind, and he moaned at the thought.

One by one, you pushed the eggs through the ovipositor slowly, watching him writhe and gasp with every one. By the time you were lining up the last egg, tears were blurring his vision. He felt so full, in ways that he had never experienced before, and he was holding his orgasm back by his fingernails.

"P-please... please... I-I need..."

You smiled at his incohesive prattling and bent down to kiss his forehead, noting how he whined just as sharply at the affection as if you had grabbed his dick.

"Just one more, Ozzy. Just take one more egg and you can cum. Think you can do that for me?" you said gently, running your free hand through his hair. You were getting it greasy with lube, but with how much he was sweating at this point, it didn't seem to matter much.

His breath was quivering and he looked on the verge of weeping, but he nodded meekly in response.

"Good boy."

The praise sent a shudder down his spine, and it took all of his concentration to hold back as he felt the slow movement of the egg inside of the toy working its way into him. He looked absolutely wreaked, and as soon as he felt the soft pop of the egg being pushed out of the toy, he screeched in white-hot pleasure and finally allowed his climax to overtake him. His whole body convulsed as he rode it out, almost looking as though he was being electrocuted, and you couldn't help but take hold of the toy to fuck him through it.

For Oswald, the next several minutes were an exhausted blur, and the next thing he knew, he had been cleaned off with a wet towel and was curled up against your chest. He clung to you with slow, shuddering breaths and slowly looked up to meet your gaze.

"Good?"

He nodded his assent and hid his face in your shoulder once again. "Mm. Very good." His voice was hoarse, and he found himself being gently pulled away from you to have a water bottle held to his lips. He begrudgingly took a few sips, then returned to his prior position with a soft sigh.

"You did so well for me, my sweet boy," you said with a smile as you put the bottle back on the end table, then began to gently play with his hair, "I wasn't easy on you, but you took it so beautifully for me. I love seeing you come undone."

Oswald grumbled, vaguely embarrassed, but you could feel his smile against your skin.

"Hey, you know I love you, right?" You cupped his face in his hands and gently nudged his chin upwards so that your eyes met. His cheeks were red, but he looked content.

"I do," he agreed quietly, and that alone made your heart soar before he could even say it back. It had taken you ages to reach this point, to gently repair the trust that had been shattered by so many others before you. Still, your chest did warm as you heard his meek: "And I love you."

You ran your fingers along his cheekbones to his temples as you leaned forward to gently kiss the tip of his nose, torn between finding the broken gasp it elicited adorable or heartbreaking. Even with how far you've come, it would take far more for him to truly believe that he was worthy of love. You knew that. But until that day came, you'd just have to love him enough for the both of you.