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I miss velvet
#velvet scarlatina#weiss schnee#rwby#dust bunny#weiss x velvet#velvet x weiss#just going to leave this here#idunno#coldglareshares#shenanigans#idek#schnowbunny
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Pincushion
Having to work along side Caesar was never going to fair well for you. You were both devoted to your love of science, sure, but your morals regarding it couldn't have been more polarizing. Letting your guard down around him was one of the things you'd end up regretting the most.
CW: NSFW!!, MDNI!!, fem!reader, fingering, being experimented on, bondage, manipulation
There hadn't been any progress with this new serum in a few weeks, which was making you doubt the formulas you'd been testing out. You were determined to find the breakthrough you'd been chasing after but were weary of asking your colleauges for any assistance; their methods were a far cry from what most would consider ethical, especially their ringleader―Caesar.
Even after being ordered by your higher-ups to work alongside him in hopes of speeding up the process, you were reluctant to do so. The warm and inviting smile that was paired with friendly, open gestures seemed to always have an ominous shadow, yet this appeared to be something only you took notice in. Am I being overly judgemental towards him? Thinking to yourself, those skepticisms of his character began worming their way into your better judgement, blanketing doubt over it.
Having got lost in your conflictions, you failed to see the wolf in sheep's clothing approaching you. When you saw the bits of white cloud dissipating around your sides, you shot him a look.
Throwing his hands in the air at your glare, he tried to desfuse the hostility brewing in you, "Talk about if looks could kill! I come in peace." When your guard wouldn't fall, he added, "Promise" at the end.
Huffing at the stress he was creating for you, you impatiently asked what he wanted.
"I believe I've found the answer we've been looking for."
Spinning around, your disbelief was apparent in your line of questions, "Really? Are you sure? How can you know?"
"Oh, please don't act so surprised! Have you forgotten who you're talking to?" Setting aside his slight irritation at you for lacking faith in his skill, he pressed, "But there's a problem, you see."
When you raised an eyebrow at him, he continued, "Well, usually Monet volunteers her services when it comes to testing the quality of these types of serums, but I can't seem to find her anywhere."
"And? Don't you have your lackies who would do anything for you?"
"Hm, I do but they're far too busy carrying out my many other requests."
Understanding his real purpose for bothering you, unease set in. Picking up on this, he coaxed, "This is something that we've been trying to find the answer to for so long and this could be it! We must find out if it's the key. That is what you want, isn't it? To find a solution?"
Swallowing your fears, you agreed to help him, "Fine. If it's for the greater good, then I guess I'll help you..."
"And so many will have you to thank, I'm sure of it." Grinning at you, he motioned for you to follow him.
Leading you into what looked like an operating room, he gestured for you to lay down on the table.
Hestitation was your body's way of screaming at you to turn back. However, he was quick to act before your common sense took control; he offered you his hand to help you get up on it, "Let me help you, my dear."
Your hand was shaky when placing it in his, "Easy now," he soothed your worries.
"Now," he started, "to avoid any possible injuries, I must warn that these restraints are necessary."
Nodding for him to get on with it, your heartbeat quickened as you watched him take away your capability to flee. Pulling out the syringe, he assured you, "You'll just feel a slight pinch."
You avoided eye contact with him as he stood over you, watching intently, "How do you feel?"
Focusing on any changes, you answered, "F-fine, I think."
"You think or you know? There's an obvious difference."
Glaring at him, you waited to see if there were any signals letting either of you know about the possible side effects. When you felt your body getting warm, you told him in a hitched breath.
The sides of his mouth curled into a devilish grin.
Your thighs started twitching and rubbing together. The friction was bringing on lewd urges. Remembering where you were, you immediately stopped and demanded for him to let you go.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. We wouldn't want to run the risk of you hurting yourself from any other side effects that may appear, now would we?" denying you, he seemed to be enjoying the sight of your flushed face being overtaken by dread.
His hand hovered over your inner thigh, making you grip at the sides of the table in anticipation. "What do you feel when I do this..." His grasp sent shivers throughout your body. However, when he pinched the fatty upper part, shock waves shot directly across your folds and tangled around your clit―throbbing from the sudden neglect.
"Answer me, dear."
He had just witnessed your hips bucking from his teasing, yet he had the nerve to insist on hearing you tell him. You sobbed, "Fuck you," before twinging at the new waves of sin finding their way to your now weeping cunt.
Smirking at the pathetic mess you were turning into, he taunted, "That still doesn't answer my question."
He carefully lifted your skirt, exposing the shame you were holding between your legs. His hand was hovering over you again, which caused you to squirm more in a desperate attempt to evade him.
Stopping over your drenched pussy, he slid a finger over the lips. As you threw yourself against the table and muffled your cries by biting your lower lip, the sensation became more unforgiving; he swirled the tip of his finger over your hardened pearl, chuckling to himself when this broke your silence. Your disgraceful sobs were echoing around the room, while your hips were eagerly seeking out to abandon your prior morals.
"Use your words. How do you feel?"
Completely giving into his wicked ways, you admitted to how incredible it felt.
Upon hearing this, he slipped your panties to the side and shoved his fingers deep inside your aching walls. You couldn't hold on for much longer; you bounced yourself in motion with him, calling his attention to your breasts.
Ripping your top down, he hurridly grabbed at your expossed breast, which made your shrieks shrill from the overstimulation. Practically begging for him to stop the torment, this was only inticing him to push your limits further: pinching your tender nipple, flicking it for his own sadistic pleasure to see you descend into madness under his care.
Your walls clenched around him mercilessly, barely giving him any more leverage. Making him resort to using his upper arm strength to plunge into you, he admired the sight of your swollen and reddened lips gripping his hand.
The vulgar sounds seeping out of your slit were making it hard not to involve himself any further in his experiment.
Your mewls were intoxicating: your hitched breaths and begging were laced with the most addictive narcotic. When your finale had finally been seen through, you were barely conscious―having been forced to endure such abuse of power.
Clearly satisfied with your performance, he began releasing you from your restraints.
"It would seem that I'd grabbed the wrong sample," he informed, playing it off as a simple act of carelessness. "The side effects should wear off shortly, though."
Still unable to speak properly, all you were able to muster was a distressed whimper and scowl.
#just going to leave this here#i'm completely sane I swear#stop staring at me#one piece#one piece x reader#x reader#one piece imagine#caesar x reader#caesar clown#caesar one piece#one piece smut#one piece x you#caesar x you#one piece caesar clown#caesar clown one piece#low key proud of this
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I finished with Bashful and Sneezy’s body (and scar) reference. This is just to help me keep up with the consistent designs and what not while drawing them.
Guess they’re in their birthday suits? Dunno lol
#the 7d#descendants au#the 7d bashful#the 7d sneezy#(yes Bashful has two tattoos he has a third one underneath his beard but that’s up to other people on what it look likes)#still deciding on a name for this au#just going to leave this here
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Katya inspiring Trixie’s music
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#umm#he's so pretty wtf 😳#excuse me sir??#the panting um erm#just going to leave this here#ryan dunn#jackass#viva la bam#cky#out of context#video
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Taylor Swift’s “Bejeweled”
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Willington Palace | Sage, SimDonia
Diana: I’m so glad everyone is doing well, Bria.
Bria: Yes, me too! The girls are doing so well in school. Soon, we’ll be sending Ella off to college and maybe even planning a wedding for Grayson! I don’t want to jinx it, but I have a good feeling! They’re all growing up so fast.
Diana: That’s all very exciting, Bria. Sounds like you’re going to be busy.
Bria: As always! So what do I owe this honor of a personal audience with the Queen? Is this about your Mayor’s Ball gown perhaps?
Diana chuckles awkwardly: No... not that I wouldn’t love your help, but the gown has already been acquired. I actually needed to talk with you about the... foreign affairs incident.
Bria: Oh, Diana! Again, I’m so sorry. I know I did not handle that situation as I should. I completely understand how I messed up and trust me, I was taking extensive notes during our debrief!
Diana: I’m glad to hear that, Bria. I know some of these rules and protocols can seem... like a lot. But, they’re important.
Bria: Absolutely. I promise I will do better.
Diana: Great. Um, so just to clarify, when the incident happened, you were tied up with KBE business, correct?
Bria: Yes, we were shooting for the KBE model search, so I was just all over the place that night.
Diana: I see. Well, there’s no easy way to say this, Bria, so I guess I will just tell you directly. The incident... it rubbed a lot of people the wrong way.
Bria: ... what do you mean?
Diana: When it comes to safety and national security, it’s taken very seriously. As a Royal, it’s our job to make people feel safe and secure. They need to know that their government is working in their best interest.
Bria: Diana, I promise you that I’m always working in the best interest of SimDonia and it’s citizens!
Diana: Of course, I know that! But, you may need to further prove your commitment to your Royal duties.
Bria: ...how so?
Diana sighs: There has been talks within the firm that... that KBE should be dissolved and closed for operation.
Bria shocked: What? Oh, My Watcher... but why?
Diana: People are concerned about how people percieve the Monarchy. You know perception is everything for us.
Bria: I... I just can’t believe this...
Diana: I... know. I’m sorry. But- But, I’m not asking you to close KBE.
Bria relieved: You’re not?
Diana: No, I know how much KBE means to you and I understand the positive impact it’s made far outweighs any of the negative. But.. I am asking you to step away from your businesses.
Bria upset: Forgive me, Diana, but you’re asking me to step down and what? Have someone else operate them?
Diana: Yes, I believe this will show your dedication to your Royal duties and quiet any concerns. I also have some new guidelines regarding wardrobe, engagements, things like that. We need people to see where your commitment lies.
Bria upset: I’ve just... given up so much to fit into this role. Left my country, sent my husband off to war, dedicated my life and my children’s life to this... institution. But, it seems like no matter what I do, my commitment is still questioned.
Diana sad: I know... and I’m sorry. I’m not saying it’s fair or even rational. But, it is the situation we find ourselves in.
Butler: Sorry to interrupt, Your Majesty. But, it is time to prepare for your next engagement.
Diana: Oh! I can spare a few more minutes if you’d like to continue our discussion, Bria. I really don’t want to end things with you so upset.
Bria gaining composure: No, no. I- I should be going.
Diana: Are you sure?
Bria: Yes, good day, Your Majesty.
Diana: ...Good day, Your Royal Highness.
#simdonia#chap 10#sims of color#sims 4 gameplay#sims 4 story#ts4#royal sims#royal simblr#just going to leave this here#better get your kbe while you can lol#sim: diana#sim: bria
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maybe magic user!reader lies trough their teeth one day and says something along the lines of "oh dont worry, i practiced this a *ton*, i can have kali be tangible-ish for [x amount of time] now just.. gotta be in the other room for this all so i can concentrate :) now shoo :) :)"
something something reader overworking himself so hard over this, just so they can spend a little more time together than usual. something something ancient magic used? sure, it works like a damn charm, but like maybe 30 minutes in Kali just flickers and disappears abruptly
something something maybe reader now being severely ill and overworked to the bone from magic overuse, barely moving. all that just to get serial killer!stone a little bit more time with kali. but now kali cant be made tangible for maybe twice or thrice as usual, and now his other partner is practically unresponsive from the exhaustion. all because of him wanting more than what the universe was willing to give him
on a different note, imagine criminal!stone coming home from getting pizza or smth and just feeling the remnants of the intense magic, reader basically just staring off into space unmovingly on the floor and serial killer!stone most likely freaking out over this. like that one meme where the house is on fire and the guy w the pizza is just "hiiiiiiii :D wait oh no D:" cuz thats what im imagining rn
~ rusty
TW: Allusion to suicide
No because Serial Killer!Stone was told how his story ends, how everyone he loves ends up dying or becoming ruined, and he still chose to love you and Criminal!Stone anyways. He still chose to try and reach for happiness again.
And look what happened.
You're non-responsive, overworking yourself for him. All so he can have more than what was in store for him.
And what if he was always the monster? The biggest criminal he was trying to take down and he just couldn't see it?
He pats himself on the back for saving people, protecting them from other criminals who would destroy innocent lives. And yet here he is, so willingly destroying the lives of his loved ones. All so he can try and be normal.
And maybe Criminal!Stone doesn't come home to an unresponsive partner and another partner freaking out. Maybe he comes home to an unresponsive partner and a partner that's dead.
#tyler's asks#tyler's inbox#tyler answers asks#answering asks#asks#task force 141 oc#call of duty oc#cod oc#task force 141 oc: stone#call of duty oc: stone#cod oc: stone#criminal!stone#serial killer!stone#stone variants#the multiverse of stone#the stone multiverse#criminal!stone x reader#serial killer!stone x reader#criminal!stone x serial killer!stone#tw sui implied#tw angst#ansgt#just going to leave this here#rusty anon#:)
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