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I really enjoy your stories, seeing as Easterman got a hold of a young coyle how about Coyle getting ahold of a young Easterman?

Thanks you~

xoxo

"The Stolen Cherry"

Shocktherapy ship(young!Easterman x Coyle)

NSFW

Leland prowled the dimly lit corridors of the facility, his mind fixated on the enigmatic scientist everyone whispered about. Suddenly, a sharp impact jolted his shoulder. His brow furrowed, irritation flashing in his eyes. Beside him stood a young scientist with fluffy hair and premature silver streaks. Dressed in a crisp white lab coat and round-framed glasses, the man seemed unremarkable at first glance. Yet something about his face nagged at Leland—an unsettling familiarity.

"Watch where you’re going," the stranger huffed dismissively, brushing past him as if he were an obstacle.

Leland's frown deepened. There was something infuriatingly recognizable about the man's demeanor. Their paths kept crossing — almost daily — until Leland grew tired of being treated with blatant disregard. One day, he snapped. His hand shot out, seizing the scientist's wrist and yanking him backward, pinning him against the wall.

"Just who do you think you are talking to me like that?" Leland growled, glaring into the other man's indifferent eyes. "You the big boss around here?"

"Deputy of the big boss," the man replied coolly, glancing at his ID badge. Leland followed his gaze. The name sent a jolt through him: Dr. Easterman.

"Director's kid, or somethin'?" Leland asked, interest piqued.

"No," Hendrick said, his patience wearing thin.

"Brother, grandson?" Leland pressed, leaning in closer, his grip tightening.

"No. I am Easterman. Hendrick Joliet Easterman. Just younger. And smarter." Hendrick exhaled sharply, his composure cracking. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have real work to attend to."

"You're not going anywhere," Leland murmured, his tone darkening. "So our doctor decided to send his younger self in here, just like mine, huh?" His predatory gaze raked over Hendrick.

"Right. And he's far more tolerable than you. At least he showers." Easterman wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Can't handle the scent of a real man?" Leland leaned in, invading his personal space.

"I'm gonna be sick..." Hendrick muttered, covering his mouth.

"You're funny. I like you," Leland whispered, his breath hot against Hendrick's ear. His hands roamed lower, squeezing Easterman's hips and sliding down to grope his ass. "I'd love to get to know you better."

Hendrick immediately shoved Leland away, but the officer was stronger. His fingers dug into Hendrick's soft flesh as his other hand worked on his belt.

"Tell me," Coyle murmured, anticipation thick in his voice, "did that old, batshit version of you pop your cherry, or do I get to be your first?"

No answer came. When Leland glanced up, Hendrick's face was flushed crimson, his gaze averted.

"That narcissistic bastard," Leland growled. "He didn't even tell me he stole my dessert."

In one swift motion, he spun Hendrick around and yanked his pants down just enough to expose him. "Fuck, you're perfect," he rasped, his hands greedily kneading Hendrick's firm flesh.

Within seconds, Coyle freed himself and ground his cock against Hendrick's entrance. He wasn't in a rush; he wanted to savor this. Dropping to his knees, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the scientist's hole, then dragged his tongue over it in a slow, deliberate stroke.

Hendrick shuddered, a quiet whimper escaping him. Leland smirked against his skin, his tongue lapping at him with deliberate slowness. He reveled in every stifled moan and involuntary twitch. His grip on Easterman's hips was ironclad — there would be no escape.

By the time Leland pulled back, Hendrick's legs trembled. With a sharp slap to his ass, Coyle stood, spitting into his palm and slicking himself up. He pressed against Hendrick's loosened entrance with a brutal thrust, bottoming out with a groan.

"You feel even better than I imagined." Leland purred, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm.

The corridor echoed with the sounds of skin slapping, Leland's rough grunts, and Hendrick's muffled cries. The officer's grip on Hendrick's hips was bruising, his movements merciless. This wasn't about gentleness — it was about possession, marking young scientist from the inside out.

Leaning forward, Coyle wrapped an arm around Hendrick's waist, pulling him flush against his chest. The new angle allowed him to sink even deeper, striking Hendrick's prostate with devastating precision. Easterman bit his lip, desperate to stifle his noises — he refused to give Leland satisfaction. But his body betrayed him, trembling under the onslaught of pleasure.

It didn't take long for Hendrick to come undone, spilling over the wall and floor with a choked gasp. The clenching of his walls pushed Leland over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and groaned as he filled the young scientist completely.

For a moment, they stayed like that, panting, coming down from their highs. Finally, Coyle pulled out, leaving Hendrick shuddering at the sudden emptiness.

"If you ever want a repeat, just say the word, sweetness," Leland purred, adjusting his clothes with a devilish smirk. He sauntered off, leaving young Easterman disheveled, dazed, and thoroughly dripping.

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Both coyle and Easter Bunny got it up the ass when is it Clyde's turn?

"Dinner"

Hypnochromia ship(Easterman x Clyde)

Eye of Storm ship(Clyde x Coyle)

Shocktherapy ship(?) (Easterman x Coyle)

NSFW

The evening was late, and the facility stood in silence — unsurprising, given the circumstances. After all this time, Amelia had finally been caught, and measures were underway to restore the shuttles’ operations. To mark the occasion, a modest celebration had been arranged: drinks, soft music. There was still much work ahead, but with the primary threat neutralized, they could afford a moment’s respite.

Dr. Easterman and Clyde Perry sat at a table, nursing glasses of whiskey as they deliberated their next steps. Options were scarce, but the Reagents had to be punished. They needed to understand — needed to feel — that they were cared for here, that they were loved. Yet disappointing father was not an option.

"We’ll seal the path to rebirth until they realize I want only what’s best for them," Hendrick muttered before taking a sip, his jaw tightening as he slammed the glass onto the table.

Clyde remained silent. He knew the doctor needed to vent, to release the tension coiled inside him after everything that had happened. So he listened, enduring the monologue that might have stretched on indefinitely — had a man in a police uniform not approached.

Coyle. Of course. Who else?

"You’re supposed to be in the other section. This area’s for core personnel only," Clyde remarked, his voice laced with thinly veiled irritation.

"It’s dead boring over there. At least here, I’ve got you two for company," Leland replied cheerfully, dropping into a seat beside them. "I swear, if I hear that fucking man-child’s whine one more time, I’ll tear this whole place apart."

Clyde opened his mouth to protest, but Easterman cut him off.

"Let him stay. So long as he behaves, it’s no trouble."

With a frustrated exhale, Clyde drained the last of his whiskey.

As the night wore on, the atmosphere grew looser, the alcohol dulling inhibitions. Most of the staff had already retired — tomorrow, work would resume. Only the three men remained in the cafeteria, their conversation meandering, their glasses perpetually refilled.

"So you finally caught that rat, huh?" Coyle smirked, his gaze lingering on Clyde. "What’d you think of her? Would you fuck her? Or are you more into boys?"

Clyde choked mid-sip, hastily wiping his mouth.

"I’m not discussing that. Not even drunk," he muttered, avoiding eye contact as his cheeks flushed.

"Oh, that says it all!" Leland burst into laughter, patting Clyde on the back before letting his hand trail downward — slowly, deliberately — until it cupped one firm ass cheek. His grin turned wolfish. "Maybe I ought to reward you for being such a diligent worker, hm?"

"I don’t think that’s a good idea—"

"And was it a good idea to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" Hendrick’s voice cut through, sharp enough to border on a threat.

Clyde stiffened, guilt twisting in his gut. That incident — he hadn’t orchestrated it, but he’d played his part. Maybe he did owe him this.

He exhaled heavily, gaze dropping.

"...Fine. Just make it quick. I don’t want this dragged out."

Coyle shoved him onto the table without hesitation, forcing him to bend over the surface.

"No promises," the cop growled, already yanking Clyde’s pants down, tongue darting over his lips in anticipation.

Leland leaned in, his breath hot against Clyde’s exposed skin before his tongue traced a slow, wet line up his cleft. Then, with deliberate relish, he began to feast — sucking, probing, spreading him open with rough fingers as his tongue delved deeper.

Clyde couldn’t suppress a choked moan, slapping a hand over his mouth.

"Fuck, why didn’t I get to you sooner?" Leland rasped between licks. "You’re fucking perfect."

Clyde clenched his jaw, fists balling against his mouth as he fought to stay silent. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself elsewhere — until suddenly, his wrists were seized and yanked upwards, pulling him taut.

Opening his eyes, he was met with Hendrick’s stern face, the man shaking his head in clear disapproval. He showed no intention of loosening his grip — evidently, he wanted to hear Clyde’s moans. Easterman flicked his gaze toward the cop, silently willing him to finally be done with his dinner.

Noticing the doctor’s stare, Coyle smirked and finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Within moments, they had crowded the table, moving in seamless unison against one another. Clyde was trapped between them, with no hope of escape — not that he wanted one. The dual stimulation was too intoxicating to resist. Hendrick knew exactly where to touch, coaxing louder moans from Perry, his hips arching forward greedily. Meanwhile, Leland’s rough hands gripped their lengths together, intensifying every sensation.

Any worry about being caught had long since dissolved. The only thoughts left in Clyde’s mind were how good it felt and how badly he never wanted it to end.

Soon, their movements grew fiercer, more urgent — as if Perry’s body alone wasn’t enough, as if they needed more. Clyde’s moans turned desperate, his fingers clawing at Leland’s shoulders, then Hendrick’s hips, clinging like his life depended on it.

“Don’t stop… Ngh… Please… Faster!” The words spilled from him in a broken plea, begging for every last shred of pleasure they could wring from him.

In the end, Clyde came first, still gasping for them to keep going.

Easterman and Coyle followed soon after, exchanging a smug glance as they caught their breath.

They stayed like that for a while, limbs tangled, slowly coming down from the high.

The next day, Clyde sat in his room, trying—and failing—to focus on his paperwork. His mind kept drifting back to the cafeteria, to the way he had shamelessly begged those men to keep using him as long as they pleased. The longer he thought about it, the hotter his face burned. At last, he buried it in the documents, as if he could hide from himself.

“How could I even say those things…?”

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I've finally passed all my exams and I can finally get back to your requests!

New fanfiction is coming soon~

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my friends asked me to draw pussy franco sooooooo if u want full picture feel free to dm me <3

(only 18+)

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OKAY I'LL DIE RN SORRY FOR SHITPOST BUT I HAVE TO TELL YALL ABOUT THIS

I'm in the middle of the drawing pay gorn with Coyle and Easterman and I hear someone call me

i answered the call and heard an old lady

her: what's your opinion about our future? is it going to be bad or good?

me: good

her: i think so too! it's also said in the Bible, there's also said that's there's no death anymore. in the Bible you can find a lot of interesting things! do you want me to tell you about it?

me: *almost dying* no... thanks...

IF I DIE, YOU KNOW WHY

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wippppp

i hate this sm

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my dearest friends, I'd like to know if you like my version for the name of the ship coyle x clyde. my idea was "eye of storm"

i mean,,,, coyle chaotic, loud and with electricity, just like storm

clyde has a different eye, plus, eye of storm is like... peaceful place in the center of the storm... yk... literally clyde in coyle

but idk... what do you think?

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okay, since there's NO WAY I can feel better any time soon(thanks, Red Barrels), I'll keep writing stuff despite my state

your filthy meat is ready to serve you again and waiting for requests~

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I thought I needed to wait a bit and get over the situation with Easterman, BUT NOW THAT I'VE READ THE NEW CHAPTERS OF THE COMIC, I NEED TO GET OVER THE SITUATION WITH CLYDE.

tw: gore

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after reading the new document about Easterman, I feel kinda guilty to continue writing NSFW stuff with him...

but do not be afraid, I'll continue my writing as soon as I stop feeling weird

oh, and please, give me some feedback <3 that's very important for me to know that I'm doing everything fine(or not)

that new document about Easterman below the cut

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glamour~

50 likes and i'll draw and write nsfw version~

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btw, I'm open for outlast art requests too! so don't be shy, your filthy meat always ready to draw something filthy for you~

(sorry for not posting anything for a while, been kinda occupied)

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Coyle wrecking Easterman's little stool for his feet for when he's reading. Bullet point: human furniture. Coyle needs to kneel and and keep Easterman's feet up on his back. And since Easterman loves exquisite furniture, Coyle needs to look pretty

"Must be Pretty."

Shocktherapy ship(Easterman x Coyle)

NSFW

It had been another grueling day for doctor Easterman. Endless paperwork, heightened security, and the constant scrutiny of every reagent. Trust was a luxury he couldn't afford. Suspicion hung heavy in the air; even his most loyal and gifted student could turn on him in an instant. He hadn't slept properly for days, only snatching moments of unconsciousness from sheer exhaustion.

For days, Clyde had been urging the director to allow him at least one evening of respite – a chance to read, not reports, but a real book. Hendrick couldn't recall the last time he’d read anything besides official documents. And yet, reading had once been his greatest pleasure. He resolved, no matter how pressing the current problems, to reclaim that joy.

He opened the door to his office, greeted by darkness and silence. It felt as though years, not just days, had passed since he’d last been in here, his time almost entirely spent in the main office. Finding the light switch, Easterman flicked it on, instantly freezing. His jaw clenched, barely containing his rising fury. The room was in utter chaos. Papers, books, and furniture lay scattered everywhere. Even his favorite footrest was destroyed – snapped cleanly in two, its stuffing strewn across the floor. Hendrick's fist clenched, his nails digging into his palm. He knew who was responsible. He knew all too well. He emerged from the office, and fixing the nearby guard with a cold, deadly stare, hissed through gritted teeth, "Bring me Coyle. Now."

After a while, the door opened, revealing Leland Coyle. Seeing the mess and Easterman's grim expression, a smug smile spread across his face.

"I thought you'd never come in here. I've been tidying up for you these past few days," Coyle leaned against the doorframe. "So? What do ya want?"

In a flash, Hendrick was on him, grabbing Coyle by the throat and dragging him into the office, slamming the door shut. He threw Coyle to the floor with brutal force, then kicked him hard in the stomach. Coyle yelped, doubling over in pain. Easterman wasn't finished; he delivered several more kicks until Coyle was gasping for breath, begging him to stop. Finally, Easterman stopped. His hair was dishevelled, and he ran a hand through it, breathing heavily. Coyle's whimpers and pleas subsided, and Hendrick knelt to check his pulse – he'd wanted to inflict pain, not death. The pulse was weak but present. This punishment, however, was clearly insufficient.

Some time later, Coyle awoke to a chilling sensation on his skin. His jaw was immobile; a gag was in his mouth. He tried to scramble up, but his hands and feet were bound by black restraints. Chains ran from the handcuffs on his wrists to a collar around his neck. He was practically naked, clad only in women's lacy lingerie and stockings. No wonder he was cold.

"Awake, are we? Crawl over here," Easterman's voice was as cold as ice.

Hesitantly, Coyle crawled on all fours toward the chair where Hendrick sat, a book resting on his lap. He didn't dare meet the doctor's gaze, unsure what to expect.

"Stay on all fours," Hendrick commanded. "And don't you dare move."

Coyle obeyed, lowering his head. Suddenly, he felt the weight of Easterman's legs on his back. This was the reckoning. This wasn't what he'd anticipated. It was humiliating, pathetic, but he was utterly helpless, unable even to offer a sarcastic retort.

Few minutes later, the cop was shaking from exhaustion. Irritated by Coyle's weariness, Hendrick jerked the chain, hoisting him to his knees. His fingers tightened around the metal. Hendrick's gaze was icy, filled with contempt. He already held his engorged penis, freed from his pants and underwear. Coyle, gasping from exhaustion and fear, submissively lowered his head.

Hendrick removed the gag and brought Coyle close to his member. "You know what to do," he ground out, his voice devoid of any sympathy.

Obeying, Coyle slowly ran his tongue across the head, then cautiously took the length into his mouth. His movements were hesitant, his hands trembling. He tried his best to please his tormentor. With each movement, his breathing grew faster, his chest rising and falling like a hunted animal. Hendrick, closing his eyes, enjoyed the attention, but his satisfaction was only partial. He forcefully gripped Coyle's hair, feeling the tension building.

After a while, Hendrick's patience snapped. He roughly pulled Coyle away, yanking the chain. The policeman fell to his knees, his face pale and exhausted. Hendrick roughly tossed aside the remnants of Coyle's lingerie, exposing his buttocks. The tip of his member touched the opening, bringing sharp, unexpected pain.

Coyle flinched, letting out a soft moan. Hendrick gave him no time to resist. He entered him with one harsh, deep thrust, causing Coyle to moan louder. Pain mingled with pleasure, and Coyle involuntarily leaned forward, pressing against the hard, deeply embedded flesh.

Hendrick began to move, his rhythm fast and powerful, as if he wanted to unleash all his anger and frustration on Coyle. Each thrust was deep, reaching the most sensitive spots. Leland, writhing in pain and pleasure, bit his lip, trying to stifle his moans. His body tensed, muscles clenched, burning within.

Feeling his own pleasure reach its peak, Hendrick increased the pace, his breathing becoming heavy and ragged. His movements grew rougher, more determined. Coyle, losing control, wailed, releasing all his pent-up fear and tension.

Then, in a single moment, a wave of pleasure surged through them both. Hendrick let out a guttural groan, squeezing Coyle's buttocks in his hand. His body convulsed, expelling his seed deep inside his favorite toy. Leland, arched backward, froze, his body trembling from post-coital satisfaction and exhaustion. Silence hung in the air, broken only by the heavy breathing of two men bound by the cruel ties of dominance and submission.

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"His Place"

Сoylecest (Coyle x fem!Coyle)

NSFW

"Now, get out of my office and back to your room," the doctor said, his nose already buried back in his paperwork, fully immersed once more in the intricacies of his work.

The man and woman exited the office, Coyle trembling with a volatile cocktail of rage and humiliation. He couldn't believe it – he was to be replaced, supplanted by his female counterpart. What made her superior? What enchantment had she woven around Hendrick? Was it simply… her womanhood? Damn women, always sticking their filthy noses where they didn't belong.

Suddenly, Leland grabbed the woman by her collar, slamming her back against the wall. She didn't flinch, didn't squeal like a piglet, as he'd anticipated. This was no fragile damsel, easily intimidated by a man's shout.

"Think you're so goddamn tough? Think you're better than me?" Leland snarled, his grip tightening on Lilly's collar. "I'll show you, you slut."

Her response was a slow, sardonic smile.

"Did your mother not love you enough, or what? It's not my fault you're such a pathetic excuse for a man," Lilly sneered, her taunts meticulously designed to ignite his fury.

He raised a hand to strike, but she was faster. With a swift, brutal movement, she reversed their positions, pinning him against the wall, his arm twisted painfully behind his back.

"You think you're better than me, yet you can't even control yourself. You are truly pathetic," Lilly whispered into his ear, her breath ghosting across his neck. A light lick followed. "But you know what makes you even more pathetic? Letting that doctor – and others – use you in secret. And I'm about to join the party."

Coyle opened his mouth to retort, but she cut him off with a chillingly calm voice.

"Don't even think about uttering something stupid. You'll only further humiliate yourself."

With her free hand, she trailed a finger down his side, her touch lingering at the edge of his trousers.

"Don't you dare, bitch! I'll fucking kill you!" he shrieked, but his female counterpart remained unfazed. Her hand was already inside his pants, sliding lower, exploring the forbidden territory of his arousal.

"Let's see how you sing when you cum on my fingers, sweetie," Lilly murmured, her voice a seductive purr.

Coyle continued to shout and struggle, but his female counterpart possessed unexpected strength. Her slender fingers slowly invaded him, eliciting a choked moan from Leland.

"Fuck… Stop… Bitch… Nnngh…" he gasped. Lilly's touch was different from the doctor's – warmer, more delicate, more… intimate.

"You don't want me to stop, do you? Be a good boy and admit it," she purred.

"Go to hell, whore…" he spat, the admission that he found this more arousing than his encounters with Hendrick a bridge too far.

"Already there, darling," she replied, her hand moving rhythmically, teasing his prostate. A long, shuddering moan escaped his lips, his resistance crumbling.

"I found it," she smirked, her fingers finding the sweet spot.

Soon, the corridor echoed with the sounds of wet friction and Leland's ragged breathing. The sergeant was losing himself, his hips involuntarily meeting her hand, desperate for more. He fought back the urge to climax, wanting the pleasure to last. His free hand stroked himself through his trousers, already damp with arousal. He didn't care if he came in his pants; all that mattered was the exquisite torture – and pleasure – of her touch.

Three fingers now worked their magic at the entrance to his world, driving him to the brink of madness. He moaned, a raw, animal sound, unconcerned that his beloved doctor might overhear. The pleasure was exquisite, overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation crashing over him.

Then, the inevitable release. Leland shuddered, a convulsive spasm rippling through his body as he climaxed, staining his trousers with his seed. His legs threatened to buckle beneath him, his mind a swirling vortex of post-orgasmic bliss.

Lilly withdrew her fingers, immediately bringing them to his open mouth.

"Lick them," she commanded.

Without hesitation, Coyle obeyed, lapping at her fingers with a fervor that belied his usual gruff demeanor. He sucked them, savoring the lingering taste of his own essence, as if they were the most exquisite delicacy he'd ever encountered.

"Good boy," Lilly purred, a hint of triumph in her voice. "Now you know your place."

Meanwhile, Hendrick switched off the security camera, turning to Clyde, whose face mirrored the bewilderment of the events that had just unfolded in the corridor.

"You really think replacing Leland with his female counterpart is a good idea?" Clyde asked, his gaze fixed on the closed door, a thoughtful frown etched on his features.

"No, of course not," Hendrick replied, his tone betraying a hint of amusement. "It was simply a matter of putting a particularly unruly canine in his place."

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Maybe some fluff between Clyde and Easterman?

"Dark Night"

Hypnochromia ship(Easterman x Clyde)

SFW

The clock ticked past midnight. Dr. Easterman sat at his desk, his fingers nervously clenching around a pen. Recent events at the facility gnawed at his mind, leaving him a frayed and anxious wreck. He simply couldn't believe that a rat, a rogue subject, was loose within the confines of his trials, poised to initiate a full-scale rebellion. And nobody could find her.

Sleep had abandoned him what felt like an eternity ago. His appetite, too, had vanished, a stark testament to the relentless cycle of insomnia and near-starvation that had etched sharp lines onto his already gaunt face. His once vibrant eyes, now shadowed with exhaustion, held a haunted intensity.

A soft knock echoed at the door, but Hendrik barely registered it, lost in the labyrinth of his anxieties. The door creaked open, revealing Clyde's silhouette in the doorway. Of course. Who else would be concerned enough about Hendrick's well-being to intrude at this hour?

"You're still up…" Clyde murmured softly, approaching Easterman's desk. "You need to rest, Hendrick. Sooner or later, we'll find her. Please… get some sleep."

Clyde's voice was a low, soothing balm, unconsciously coaxing a sigh from Easterman, who closed his eyes momentarily. But he couldn't simply stop thinking, couldn't just switch off his relentless mental churn. Everything had to be perfect, had to be under control.

Clyde settled onto the sofa near the desk, gently patting the space beside him, inviting Isterling to join him. Hendrick's gaze flickered towards him, a heavy sigh escaping his lips before his eyes dropped back to the desk. His pride, a stubborn, unyielding fortress, prevented him from simply accepting this simple act of compassion from a subordinate.

"Stop resisting," Clyde said, his voice trembling slightly. He was apprehensive about this, about broaching this sensitive subject with Easterman, especially now, when the man was so clearly on the brink. "I… I just want to…"

He didn’t finish the sentence. Hendrick's head rested on Clyde's lap before he could. Curled up tightly, doctor used Clyde's knees as a makeshift pillow, one hand gently clutching his knee as if afraid that Perry would vanish, leaving him utterly alone in his despair.

But Clyde didn't leave. Instead, he placed a hand on Easterman's hair, stroking it softly, periodically massaging his scalp in an attempt to ease the tension coiled within his tense shoulders.

A shiver rippled down Easterman's spine, his heart contracting slightly in response to this simple act of kindness. A swarm of butterflies erupted in his stomach, a strange and unfamiliar sensation.

They remained like that for a long time, until Hendrick finally succumbed to sleep. Clyde carefully lifted him, gently easing himself to his feet and then lying down beside the slumbering doctor. His greatest fear was inadvertently waking Easterman — it would render everything he'd done meaningless. But doctor slept on, his breathing slow and even.

Clyde cautiously lay on his side, facing Easterman. He took Hendrick's hand, intertwining their fingers, his thumb caressing the surprisingly soft skin. He studied Easterman's tense, even in sleep, features, the harsh angles of his face sharpened by the recent ordeal. But in Clyde's mind, there was only one thought: he would do everything in his power to restore doctor to his former self. He would be his unwavering support, his quiet refuge in this storm. The weight of that commitment settled comfortably upon him, a counterpoint to the pervasive anxiety that had filled the room just moments before.

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Sweet Valentine~

tw: NSFW, tentacles

dm me for full picture~ adults only!

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i saw a few posts about Dr.Easterman treating Clyde like his new “wife”

could you write something SWF and maybe a little NSFW for it? 🤭

"Wifey"

Hypnochromia ship(Easterman x Clyde)

SFW

Easterman was in his office restoring some documents, checking new reports along the way. It felt like he hadn't slept in a week.

Suddenly, the door to his office quietly opened and Clyde looked out.

"May I come in?" The man asked, to which he received only an approving grunt in response.

The doctor apparently assumed that some new reports had been brought to him, so he did not even raise his head to look at his visitor.

Clyde went to the man's table and put a mug of black coffee on the table, without milk and without sugar, everything as Hendrick likes. Next to the mug, he placed a plate with sliced fruits and two simple sandwiches so that the doctor could at least have a snack and cheer up.

Hendrick shifted his gaze from the documents, first to the coffee with a snack, and then to Clyde himself, who looked serious and seemed a little worried.

"You don't come out of the office. When was the last time you even slept?"

"I do not know what sleep is. I don't want to know. Sleep is for weaklings, and we're creating a miracle." The doctor looked down at the documents again and continued to work with the documents.

At some point, Clyde lost his temper and grabbed the papers from Easterman and put them aside, and instead pushed the already warm coffee closer to the doctor.

"Shut up and drink your damn coffee before I pour it over your head." Clyde's voice was slightly trembling, but it was still firm and serious.

Hendrick stared at the shorter man in surprise, but at some point he smiled slyly and propped his head on his hand.

"You're just like a strict wifey. Everything should be the way you want it to be."

"Shut up. I'm not your wife, stop calling me like that." Clyde blushed slightly and frowned, looking somewhere to the side so as not to look at the doctor's smug face.

"You're acting exactly like a strict but caring wife." Easterman's smile widened slightly, he finally picked up the mug and sipped some coffee. "You even make coffee the way I like it. Not a wife, but a dream."

"I told you to shut up and stop calling me like that. That's embarrassing..." The man closed his eyes in displeasure, blushing even more.

Hendrick put the mug back in its place and grinned slyly again, pleased with how easy it was to make a shorter man feel embarrassed. "Since you've been so thoughtful about making me a snack, why don't you take care of me a little more?"

Clyde glanced at the man with displeasure and exhaled nervously. He understood that the doctor would not leave him alone until he got what he wanted - he was so demanding. He came closer to the table and took one piece of apple, but his hand was immediately grabbed by the wrist.

"Not like that. Sit on my lap." Easterman's voice rang out.

Clyde's frown deepened, but he did as he was asked. The whole situation bothered him and embarrassed him terribly.

Hendrick immediately hugged the man with one arm and with his free hand moved the plate closer so that it would be easier for Clyde to take the food.

"That's better, little wife. Now take care of your husband." Easterman rubbed his nose contentedly against the man's temple, slightly closing his eyes.

Clyde, meanwhile, was ready to punch the doctor in the face, but restrained himself, thinking that if he remained silent, Hendrick would calm down faster and let him go. He picked up a piece of apple again and brought it to the doctor's mouth, and the doctor immediately took it.

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They sat there for a while longer, until the fruits were gone and the sandwiches were eaten. Clyde was about to get up and walk away, but Hendrick's grip remained firm, as if he didn't want to let go.

"Can I..." The man said and tried to get up, but Easterman pulled him closer to himself.

"No, you can't. I want my beloved wife to sit with me a little longer." Said Hendrick, putting his head on the head of the shorter man, and his hand on his thigh, starting to stroke it slightly.

Clyde immediately flushed with embarrassment and such closeness, so he became quiet and generally froze, hoping that it would end as soon as possible. But Hendrick had other plans. His hand moved closer and closer to the man's groin, teasing him. He knew that Clyde would not be able to contradict him, and if he did, it would be easy to break him again. But Clyde was silent and didn't even move, too embarrassed to object.

Taking this silence as a sign of agreement, Hendrick slowly began to unbutton Clyde's pants, specifically to tease and embarrass him even more.

"W-Wait... Someone might come in..." Finally, the shorter man managed to say something.

"So that's the only thing stopping you?" Easterman smirked slyly, looking down at Clyde's blushing face, which immediately fell silent after his statement. "That's what I thought..."

Hendrick pulled down Clyde's pants along with his underpants and immediately took his already hardening cock in his hand. He squeezed it a little in his hand, causing the man to exhale softly in excitement. The doctor began to stroke him slowly along his entire length, periodically squeezing it slightly.

Over time, the pace of the hand accelerated, which made Clyde unable to contain his quiet sighs and moans. The man covered his mouth with his hand, trying not to be heard. This movement seemed cute to Hendrick and he smiled again.

"My wife is so sweetly embarrassed that I'm already aroused myself." The movement of the doctor's hand accelerated again. "Come for me, darling."

Clyde squeezed his eyes shut, unable to argue with the man. After a couple of moments, he still came into Easterman's hand, moaning long. The doctor began to carefully clean him with towels, continuing to hold him with his other hand. He was muttering something, but Clyde couldn't hear anything, because his mind was still clouded after his orgasm.

"That's it. You've done a good marital duty for me, wifey." Hendrick winked and finally released the man from his embrace. "I'll be waiting for you tomorrow."