#i'm biting my fist right now. your mind anon

[the-darklings]

I had a thought for an AU for tibyim:

An alternate universe where whoever cursed the Wanderer- after seeing her do everything possible to save The Dreaming and numerous others- sees this as her redeeming herself and changing her curse into a gift where she can still walk dimensions but is able to do so painlessly and is finally able to have a home. Her moniker changes from The Wanderer to The Traveler.

[bunnys-kisses]

hello bunny! I love the concept of your bakery it’s literally so cool

do you think I could get chocolate cake & honey cruller with a side of espresso shot?!? with carlos sainz? tyy!

bakery menu

want to suggest your own order? then hit up the bakery! we're always open! and thank you to this anon for a great suggestion! a little bit of size kink and some dirty talk, now that's what i'm talking about! i hope you enjoy the fic!

chocolate cake ("do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day.") + honey cruller ("i forget how small you are sometimes.") + espresso shot (dirty talking) served by carlos sainz jr (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, dirty talking, (slight) size kink, thigh fucking, sick fic

there was something about how vulnerable you looked when you ha d a cold. you poor thing, sick within the first week of summer break! how unfair! but, carlos wasn't going to shy away from his lover at her weakest.

so he followed you like a shadow most of the day in the house you shared. if you wanted to move from the bedroom to the living room, he'd grab your blankets and bring them to the couch. if you wanted to go to the kitchen to get some ginger tea, he was right behind you, making sure that you didn't have any problems.

he let you rest against him, or prop your feet up on his lap. and while he was being the perfect boyfriend, something deep was clawing inside of him. the sight of you so reliant on him, made his cock stir.

carlos wanted to fuck that sweet pussy of yours. it had been on his mind since he came home and found you bundled up on the couch. you had swapped from wearing his t-shirts to just a sports bra because the heat of the sickness was making you uncomfortable.

so very clearly he could see the lines of your body. the softness in your stomach and your cute breasts were on full display. he wanted to sink his teeth into you. it was painful for him.

it all came to a head when you were curled up in bed with him. he was on his phone. you shifted a little and made a small moaning noise. it struck a cord with him as you peeked out of the blankets.

"are you okay, mi amor?" he asked. as he looked down at you, trying to ignore the erection in his sweatpants.

you nodded, "yeah, you're looking a little flushed, honey." you reached out from your blanket nest and went to touch his face gently, "are you getting sick too?"

"no, no." he said, "i'm not sick. i just want to fuck you, mi amor." he admitted, "i know you're sick, but i want to feel you." he brushed hair out of your face. he knew that he couldn't keep secrets from you, it was impossible. he remembered the time that he had to keep your surprise party a secret and he felt like he was going to die.

you blinked up at him from your nest of blankets, you said, "i don't know if i can take it inside me right now."

he pulled the blankets away from the lower half of your face and said, "you don't have to do anything, beautiful. just lie there and i'll use your thighs. but, i need your permission." he rubbed your cheek, it felt warmed under his touch.

carlos was a sucker for consent, he was the type to think that the more consent the better. so even if he wanted it badly, he would stop himself if you said no.

you pulled the blankets from your body, exposing your almost bare chest and barely covered bottoms. your hair was a mess and you looked obviously sick. carlos wanted to bite his fist to keep himself together.

you looked at him before you coughed a little, "you can carlos." you said with a smile, "you didn't have to ask."

he took you by the face and kissed you on the nose, "no, no. i gotta ask, i need to know how sick you are. i never want to force myself onto you."

you smiled a little, "then feel free to use my thighs, carlos. i trust you. okay? i love you."

"i love you too." he said softly as he put you onto your stomach with your hips up. as much as he'd love to sink his cock into your pussy at the angle you were in, he had to be careful of you for now.

he got his cock out of his sweatpants, and then got your naked. in all fairness the lack of clothes felt nice on your hot body. he used his spit to lube up his cock before he spread your thighs a little with his to slip his cock between your soft flesh.

he felt a shudder run through him, "do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day." you had been on his mind since he woke up, after he got you some medicine for your cold, he had thought about you neediness. it made him so painfully turned on.

you whined into the pillows as your back arched a little bit. you wanted him, but knew that it would all take too much out of you. you were supposed to be overcoming the cold, as badly as you wanted to be fucked by your loving boyfriend.

carlos loved he feeling of your soft thighs around his cock. not the most ideal position, but he'd take what he could get. he wanted to feel close to his precious girlfriend. he could feel the tingle of heat in his body as he moved against you.

you laid under him so pretty, your cute little moans between sneezes and coughs. it was so painfully cute. it was cute in a way that made carlos swear he saw stars as his achy cock leaked pre cum all over your soft thighs.

"i forget how small you are sometimes." he admitted, "you're so tiny compared to me. no wonder you need my help when you're sick. it just ravages you. need your big strong boyfriend to protect you, my love." he groaned as he continued to move.

you held onto the covers and let out a hearty cough before carlos leaned over you and kissed you on your flushed cheek. you croaked, "thank you, honey."

"of course, of course. you take such good care of me. i might as well take good care of you too. do everything in my power to make sure that you are safe."

you felt his love and moaned under his touch. you promised yourself when you were feeling less achy and sick, you'd get your own orgasm too. you knew that carlos would make sure that he got a few dozen out of you.

your thighs were so cute, so sweet around his cock. it was different than having regular sex with you. but it curbed an ache in his gut.

"shit, mi amor. that's it. your thighs feel so good." he panted as he moved against you. his hands still on your hips as he rubbed against your thighs. he knew he was getting close and picked up the pace to reach his climax.

his pre-cum was already making a huge mess on your body as he dragged his cock up against you. he panted how much he loved you until he felt the climax fully over take him. with a few heavy thrusts, he finished between your thighs.

"ah. carlos." you whimpered.

"i know, i know." he groaned as he got himself over that hill. cum spurted out all over your skin. he slowed down, his cum was stuck to your stomach and pussy. he pulled out and you got onto your stomach so it didn't even up all over the covers. even though a lot of it was dripped onto the sheets.

he got up and grabbed a towel to wipe you down. he admired your naked body and the steady rise and fall of your chest. his hands then grazed your soft skin and he went in to kiss you on the lips.

"how was that?" you asked.

he nodded, "perfect. god, you're so perfect. mi ángel. my little sick angel." he kissed you once more. he got his cock back into his sweatpants before he pressed his weight on top of you. his strong arms around you.

eventually it turned into spooning and his legs tangled up in yours. as he held you, he winced when you coughed violently. he kissed you on the neck and whispered a promise, "i'll take care of you, my love. anything you need, is yours."

you replied, feeling sleepy again, "i believe you, you've already done so much for me." you yawned and turned over in his arms to press your face into his chest.

he chuckled, "i only try to match what you do for me. now get some rest. i'll be here when you wake up." he kissed you once more, as a promise. you take care of him and he takes care of you, no matter what. <3

[livelaughlovesubs]

guess who's back, back again, it's 🃏 anon back at it again!

so. Sampo Koski (i'm fully inclined to say his full ass name because why not, it's hilarious) recently i had a big craving for his bratty little ass, so i was thinking, maybe reader (gn or otherwise) getting way too tired of his quips and just... fucking him roughly, rough sex, bondage (or any form of BDSM), some (or a lot of) manhandling and a teensy bit of a blood (either from clawing or biting can work!) can work really well!

but honestly, go wild i don’t really mind whatsoever, i’m swamped with work right now and i just need to satisfy my needs from them lolol.

so, again, have fun with this request!

from, le 🃏 anon!

Hello hello~! Great to see you again. After two whole months, I hope you aren’t that swamped with work anymore? Haha

Dom!reader x sub!sampo - reader is gn

Warning: bondage, pegging (I use dick), rough sex, slapping, manhandling, chocking, scratching, mention of death, hair pulling, edging

It was a mistake to trust him.

Seriously, this man is wanted by the guards and owns the infamous image of a liar, how could you believe in his words? Maybe they were just too sweet, too tempting and irresistible. Even so, it doesn’t justify how stupid you were to trust him. That sweet yet two faced smile, it made you blind. I mean- how dared he scam you with low quality ropes?!

All you wanted was to buy some nice, pretty ropes, and he even gave you a discount. Then he talked big about how well he threats his customers, and that he’d personally bring it to your house. Though the moment you glanced at the item, seeing the rough texture and poor handicraft, your jaw dropped. No wonder the price was so damn cheap, this guy tried to rip you off! Who did he take you for? This won’t do, you wasn’t someone easy who’d let it slide after him apologising. You’ve been so excited to receive it after all, that’s why you had to teach him a lesson.

You grabbed him by his arm and dragged him inside, throwing him onto the ground. The rope slipped from his hands, landing next to him. A cold look in your eyes and you kicked his sides, telling him to get onto the bed. He eventually obliged, then you began stripping his clothes. Sampo let you do it with a sheepish smile and dropping eyes, chuckling satisfied. That lewd little fox just loved it when you are rough with him, when you push him around and put him in his place. Now his face was being pushed into a fluffy pillow while his ass was high in the air, kneeling basically. Wrists near his ankle as you brought the red rope closer to him, straightening it out then whispering, “hold still.”

With a swift move, you tightened the knot around his wrist, pulling with all your strength. He groaned a little and bawled his hands into fists, fully aware that there will be bruises on the next day. “Most esteemed customer~ why… are you testing your product on me?” His voice got higher towards the end, a sense of excitement hidden under the surface. “Hah, come on, we are more than just merchant and buyer.” You reminded him while giving his bare butt a harsh slap, leaving behind a red mark. “Nghh~! Ahaha! Oh y/n, you are as fascinating as ever.”

That’s right, you two have shared some intimacy before and despite the relationship you both had he still tried to scam you. “Save your flattery for later. Now, tell me, does this feel like quality ropes?” You asked him with a scorn, in the meantime opening the lit of a bottle. The tall male had a rather sarcastic expression, acting like he didn’t know. Though the answer was as clear as day. He could feel it rub against his flesh, irritating and burning his skin. It had an itchy feeling to it, yet it also hurt, causing the area around it to turn red.

A faint blush covered the cheeks of the boy. His breathing was heavy and ragged, sweat forming on his forehead. Then you grabbed his roots and yanked on his hair, making him arch his back into a crescent shape, mumbling, “answer me.” The rather rough treatment was immediately met with a loud moan, “uhhH-nNNGhhh~! Ah, be gentle, y/n..” finally he looked at you, mouth parted and tongue hanging out a little. His face also reddened by a few shades, the corners of his lips were curled into a grin.

“I take it you know what this means for you?” You sighed and asked him, squeezing a large amount of lube onto your inner palm. He acted like he didn’t know, staying quiet and making a -hmm?- sound. So you continued with, “your punishment, for deceiving me.” Then you stuck two fingers inside his hole, fingering him sloppily. “Punish.. ment? Ah-ngHhhh..! To-too rough~♡” Sampo threw his head back, his blue-white hair bouncing around. “Yes, punishment for bad boys.”

Seeing how he shuddered and shook, you deemed him prepared enough and pulled your fingers out. Afterwards you lined the tip of your length to his hole, followed by you dropping the bottle onto the ground and grabbing his waist with both hands. Holding him, making him stick his ass out some more. “Mhmm~ ha, haah… don’t hold back now, dear customer.” His breathing became even more ragged, he was obviously enjoying this. “What a fucking whore.” You chuckled, giving his bottom another squeeze, spreading his hole with two fingers before penetrating him.

You slowly pushed the tip in, noticing how his shoulders jerked upwards, the oh so familiar grin returned to his wet lips. Since he was taking this so well, you might as well speeding up the process. With one snap of your hip, you pushed the rest of it inside him, your pelvis hitting his ass. “NgGGHhh~!! Ah- f-fuck, so good, more, ha- mHm, do me harder ♡♥︎!” Sampo cried out, hands wrapped around his own ankle, grip tightening with all his might. He wanted to trash around so bad, though the restrains weren’t bulging in the slightest. Keeping him in check, unmoving and restricted.

Without wasting much time, you began moving, thrusting your dick in and out of him at a fast pace. “AhHh!” He moaned at the sensation, at you rubbing against his walls and hitting places so deep inside him that it made him see stars. Then you leaned closer to him, grabbing his hair again as you whispered into his ear, “You said harder? Let’s see if you can take it then.” After that you licked his earlobe, running your tongue all over the shell while moving your hips ruthlessly. “NGhhh! Y/nnn~! Ah, t-touch me more!” He whimpered, wanting you to show some attention to his leaking member, but you ignored him.

Instead, you opened your mouth and bit his shoulder, trying to raise the speed even more. The hand on his hip gripped him harsh enough to leave bruises, the other one accidentally ripped off some strains of hair from his scalp. You bit down even more when his voice hitched, enough to draw out some fresh drops of blood. At this point he was a withering mess, crying with such a dumb yet blissful expression on his face, his blush spread to his shoulders as well. “OoOhhhH, AHHnnHgg fuuuck!! There, r-right there, so good, fuck me more, more!!” A series of unintelligible words left him, echoing through the lust-ridden room.

The pain he felt from your rough treatment, from the newly gotten bruises and wounds all faded away the moment you found his sweet spot. Not only that, you’ve been abusing that poor area with such brutality he felt like he was gonna die. Each time the tip pressed and hammered against that spot, his head would empty themselves and more tears would fell from his eyes. Drool was hanging out of his mouth as you relentlessly pounded into him, panting and doing your best to keep the tempo up.

“Hah… this is hardly a punishment for you, isn’t it?” You scoffed under your breath, feeling a little bothered by it. That’s why you slapped and scratched his butt again, cursing out, “look at what a fucking pervert you are, Sampo koski.” After drawing some blood with your nails, you insulted him, smirking sadistic. His face was quite a sight to behold, so chaotic and blushy, so damn adorable. “UhHHmm!~♡♥︎ GuUughhh!!” All he did was whimpering and moaning like some dog in heat, struggling against his restrains while his cock leaked his filthy pre onto the bed. With all the remaining strength he had, he meekly trust his hips back against you, trying to get you to go even further.

Then you stopped, very abruptly. “Ah-ahhh..?” A confused squeak escaped him. Hands still holding his hips while he sobbed into the pillow, but you didn’t move at all. “Shall I just leave you like this? Considering you aren’t seeing this as a punishment.” You asked yourself, though talked loud enough for him to hear, you wanted him to know. “uhhh- huuu~?? N-no! Don’t stop y-yet!” His voice was rough and hoarse from his screaming his lungs out. That man really has no shame considering how loud his volume was the entire time.

He turned his head back, trying to look at you. And when he did, a shiver ran down his spine, almost enough to push him over the edge. You were smiling with your eyes, a dangerous look, one that told him to run away r he’d regret it. But, to him, he was already too deep in this mess to escape. This was going to be a long night for him, and he knew since the beginning. “You wanna cum, Sampo?” You began, leaning down to his level again. By doing so you pushed your dick a little deeper in and he whined at the friction. The male didn’t respond with words, he only nodded his head hesitantly, meekly. A sense of fear and pleasure bubbling inside him. How he loved to feel like nothing next to you.

Next thing he knew you clasped one hand over his eyes and wrapped the other one around his throat, squeezing him, about it choke him. “Be a good boy and endure it. If I’m satisfied, I’ll let you cum.”

His heart pounded against his chest, he felt lightheaded. All the ecstasy and anticipation was making him dizzy with lust. He didn’t even have to think twice before groaning with a low voice, “yes, please, toy with me. Kill me with your love♡”

[tommyshelby87]

Kneil

Okay, I have officially lost my mind! Dr. Crane, lock me up and throw away the key, as long as you promise to visit, often..

As you all know I got some asks about Neil being sexually bullied by the rest of the men and my twisted mind started to think of ideas. Thank you all for sending in your ideas and inspirations for this!

WARNING! DARK THEMES, BULLYING

Edgeplay, spitting, throatfucking, non-con/sub-con, degrading, anal, use of a plug, cumplay. Please thread carefully, it gets dark at some spots. I am not tagging anyone, since most of the asks were through anon, hope thats ok but I can definitely createt a taglist for future work!

“Come forward.”

Thomas Shelby was sitting in a comfortable chair in the middle of an almost empty, dim lighted room. There was a large wooden table with attributes placed nearby, but that wasn’t important at the moment. What was important was the squirming young man, sitting on his hands and knees. He tries to get up but Jackson Rippner grabbed a fistful of his hair. “Crawl to your master,” he whispered and released his hair, smacking his face with a cruel smirk.

The young man swallowed hard and crawled forward, his cheeks flushing with shame and his eyes filled with need.

“Please..Please…,” he whimpered, his eyes glassy and without focus, obviously confused by his own lust.

“Already demanding things of your masters, Neil? Tsk tsk tsk. That’s not what a good boy does, is it?” Thomas asked with a smirk, his steely blue eyes boring into Neil as he sat there, shaking in want.

“N-No..” he whispered.

“Undress him.”

Jackson stepped forward and ripped his shirt with his knife, smirking down at the boy as he did. When Neil shot him a needy look, he scoffed. “Don’t look at me, slut. Eyes to the floor,” he instructed him and Neil averted his gaze. Soon, Jackson started to tear away his jeans, leaving him in only his boxers.

Thomas smirked as he looked down at him, taking his cock out of his trousers. As he stroked himself, he moaned softly. Neil gasped as he saw the size and the bead of precum beading at the tip. Thomas aimed his cock at Neils mouth. “Lick the tip.”

Neil did as instructed, moaning as he savored the taste. Then Thomas stroked himself again and pressed his cock against Neils face. Neil tried to lick at the heated flesh.

“No,” Thomas said firmly, causing him to stop and whimper. “All you are allowed to do is smell it.”

“M-Master..” Neil panted, intoxicated by what he just tasted. He needed more. “Do as I say.”

He let out a small whine of need and started to inhale the scent of the heated flesh, as instructed. It made him pant like a dog, his need only increased now.

“Look at you, what a needy little boy..” Thomas rumbled as he smirked down at Neil. “Master..” Neil moaned and gasped in shock as Jackson ripped off his underwear. Then he let out whines of want as Jackson probed at his hole with his fingers.

“Are you ready and slick for us?” Thomas asked him as he looked up at Jackson. “Oh he's slick alright, I'm slipping right in there, isn't that right, Neil?” Jackson ask smugly as he slips two fingers inside.

Neil lets out moans and bites his lip as Jackson enters him. Ever since they started these twisted sessions he was tasked to be slicked up and ready for them at all times. There were days where they all ignored him on purpose, just to see him squirm at feeling slicked up for nothing all day. Today was not one of those days.

Jackson chuckled as he slicked up a buttplug and gently slid it inside Neils hole. Neil moaned and whimpered, the act stretching his hole, making him look even sluttier.

Once the plug was snugly lodged in his needy hole, Jackson turned the plug on with a little remote, causing Neil to gasp.

“That's right, feel that,” Thomas rumbled, smirking at the boy. Jonathan brought him a glass of whiskey. “Ah perfect.” He nursed the amber colored liquid as Neil squirmed in his hands and knees in front of him.

Jonathan started to circle Neil, slowly, looking down at him smirking.

“How did you end up here, little doll?” he mused as he gave him the glance over. Neil strained his neck to look up at him.

“I-I'm not a doll..” he objects. Jonathan chuckles and gestures for Jackson to come forward.

“Lets fix that,” Jackson said smugly and started to put Neil's hair in pigtails. Neil swallowed hard under this humiliation.

“See, there you are, doll. You're so pretty sitting there...all naked and ready to go.” As Jonathan spoke, he grabbed Neil's chin and made him look up. Neil squirmed around, the words turning him on so much that he needed to be touched. His cock started to leak precum and was propped up rock-hard againsth is abdoment.

Jonathan kept circling him, his piercing blue eyes sprakling with mirth behind his glasses. Oh how he loved making this boy writhe in need.

“You know, Neil, you really are a pathetic boy. I wonder why...what is it about you that craves ridicule so deeply? Do you like being humiliated?”

Neil bites his lip, shifting his weight a little as his body was starting to ache. “Sit still!” Jonahan sternly hissed and spanked him three times. “Yes, master!” Neil gasped.

“Well? I asked you a question,” Jonathan continued, starting to circle him again. “Answer your master, Neil. Tell me how much you love to be humiliated.”

Neil whined. “I love to be humiliated,” he repeated, panting, whiningn. “What was that, I couldn't hear you,” Jonathan said with a smirk. “I love to be humiliated!” Neil repeated himself louder as he rolled his hips, as if he was trying to gain friction by the air alone. Jonathan noticed and grinned, knowing he had to go in for the kill now.

“Say that again, slowly,” he instructed the boy. His long slender fingers started to toy with the plug that was still lodged in his tight hole. “I ahhh..love...love..to be..ah!” Neil whimpered pathetically.

“Yes?”

“Please, I can't take anymore!” He whined but Jonathan was relentless. He grabbed the end fo the plug and moved it back and forth. Jackson smirked and turned the setting higher with his remote.

Neil's body jerked and he made the sluttiest sounds. “I love to be humiliated, please please make me feel like a slut!”

“Hm, interesting,” Jonathan mused, now leaving the plug alone since Neil wanted to be played with. Neil made the saddest little disappointed sound.

“You love this...love being forced onto your knees, four stronger and better men bullying you into submission...that's why you wear your hair long, isn't it, boy?” he cooed and caressed his cheek. Neil was close to crying in both frustration and confusion. He was being treated like a hole, but the second that he admitted that this was what he wanted, he was being treated with care and affection. It threw him off.

Jonathan smirked down at him cruelly. “Isn't it true, hm? You wear your hair long cause you love having it pulled, right?”

As he spoke, he took his cock out of his trousers and started to stroke himself. The sight caused Neil to pant like a dog, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he whined at the sight of it.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, how rude of you, not to answer your doctor. How will I ever treat you for your nymphomanic tendences if you don't open up, boy?” he cooed again and grabbed a fistful on Neil's brown locks.

“Take it in your mouth, doctors orders,” he whispered and gently pushes his cock in Neils mouth. He made sure to be careful and slow, so Neil wouldn't choke on him. That wasn't his style. “Look up at me,” he hissed as he started to thrust in and out. Neil breathed through his nose as he gladly allowed Jonathan to use his throat, looking up with bedroom eyes.

As Jonathan gently fucked Neils throat, he kept a firm grip on his hair. With his free hand, he took a recorder out of his pocket, brought it up to his mouth and turned it on.

“Patient is showing signs of nymphomania, accompanied with the deep craving to subjugate and to be ridiculed. My suspicion is that he was bullied often in school and developed a craving for it. Since that is the only way that he can learn the truth about himself,” he stated cold and calculated as he kept thrusting in and out, panting lightly.

Neil stammered around the cock fucking his throat, his hips rocking back and forth as if he tried to rut against something, his cock leaking more precum as his need for touch increased.

“I'm going to prescribe you to drink down my cum once a day, after breakfast,” Jonathan whispered and fucked his throat harder, grunting and groaning as he felt the warm wetness of Neil's mouth envelope him.

Jackson turned the plug up one setting and Neil moaned and whimpered around the heated flesh that impaled his throat, going cross-eyed with desire. It was enough to push the good doctor over the edge and Jonathan growled as he came hard down the boys throat. He kept a firm grip on his hair so Neil was forced to drink down the hot ropes of thick cum.

“Good, good..” Jonathan cooed, his breath still ragged. He pulled back and a rope of cum dribbled out of Neil's mouth as he panted heavily. Jonathan kissed his forehead and caused Neil to be close to crying. “You're a good little patient today, Neil. I'll think of a reward for you,” Jonathan whispered and kissed his forehead again.

“Let me cum..please..master..touch me..make me cum..” Neil panted and pleaded, so close to touching himself but too committed to being a good boy.

“Asking for things, pet? Tsk. There goes your reward..” Jonathan tsked and shook his head in disappointment.

Neil sniffled and tears poured from his eyes, the frustration and humiliation becoming too much for him.

“Aw, is the little boy gonna cry? You're pathetic!” Robert scoffed as he stepped forward, pacing back and forth in front of him. “Is this how you're gonna be a success? Is this how you're a man?”

Neil looked up, shaking and stammering.

“Master..” he whispered. Robert smirked and took his cock out, stroking himself slowly. He hummed in pleasure. “Oh this is so good...take a good look, Neil...this is what real men can do...take things into their own hands and taking care of business,” he panted, biting his lip in pleasure.

Neil made pathetic little sounds, needy and slutty, as he stared at Robert's hard cock. Robert thumbed the slit on his tip, spreading the bead of precum around the head of his cock. “But you're not a real man, are you? You're a pathetic little boy that loves a plug up his ass and a cock down his throat.”

“Yes..yes..” Neil moaned and looked up with half-closed eye-lids. He was so turned on and needy that he was bucking his hips in a steady pace now.

Robert stroked himself harder and firmer, letting his head fall back and moaning as he got close to coming. “I can save you, you know? Save your little videostore...or ruin it completely..” he mused, panting as he said out loud what power he had over the boy.

Neil started to sob. “No, master, please...”

Robert smirked. “I can invest too, if you can pursuade me. I am rich enough. I'm a real man, after all.”

“Yes, please, master, please?”

“Lick my shoes.”

Neil swallowed hard at the order, shaking in need about now.

“Do it. Or I will tear it down tonight.”

Neil whimpered and licked the leather of Roberts shoes. As soon as he did, Robert growled in pleasure and came all over Neil's hair. “There you go, slut. You got your investment,” he smugly said as he panted heavily. The cum dripped down Neil's face, mixing with his tears.

Nearby Tommy moaned like a whore and was stroking himself hard and firmly. “Want uncle Tommy to make you feel better, Neil? Do you? Look at me, Neil...look at me..” he whispered and as Neil looked up, whining, Tommy let out a needy groan as he came, catching his cum in the glass of whiskey he was nursing earlier.

“Crawl to me..” he panted and Neil did so. Tommy held the glass near his lips. “Drink it, eat it, tell me how much you love it,” he rumbled and Neil was forced to drink down the liqor mixed with his masters essence. He eagerly gulped it down and panted as the whiskey started to take immediate effect. Neil felt his vision go slightly blurry as his head felt lighter.

Tommy smiled at him and tsked. “Look at you...poor pet...poor boy...all in Jackson's hands now..” he mused and Jackson stepped forward.

“Good, my turn on the slut. Look at me, look at me!” he growled and grabbed Neil's face, making him strain his neck to look up at him. “Master please! I am so close, I need to be touched!” he whined, shifting his weight again and still bucking his hips.

“I am going to make you cum and then I'm going to fuck you. Do you hear me? And you're such a needy whore that I don't even have to touch you for it,” Jackson whispered and grinned at him.

Without further warning, he spat in Neil's face. The act was so demeaning, so humiliating that Neil started to cry as his cock twitched and started to leak cum. An empty and almost painful orgasm enveloped him, making him see stars behind his eyes. He moaned and whined like a whore, until Jackson decided to turn off the toy, ruining his orgasm.

Neil cried out, spasmed and sobbed as he felt it, his arms and legs finally giving out. He let himself fall on the ground and sobbed heavily. Jackson put his shoe on his face, forcing his face into his own cum. “Eat it. Fucking eat it!” he growled and smirked cruella as Neil's tongue wiggled in the little pools of cum.

Carefully he took the toy out and slicked up his own cock. As slowly as possible, he pushed himself inside of Neil's shaking body, since he didn't want to cause him any pain.

“Take it, tell me how good my cock feels,” he whispered in his ear, before taking on a slow but firm pace.

Neil's entire body and mind were on overload, his insides tormented by the toy, his cock overly sensitive by cumming without being touched and his mind consumed by all the psychological torture they made him endure.

“It's too much, master! I can't...I can't...,” he whimpered and cried out as Jackson made him cum again. As he broke down in tears, Jackson growled and came deep inside of his little hole.

He pulled back and spat in Neils face again. Robert, Jonathan and Tommy, joining his side, to look down at the trembling boy and laugh at him.

As Neil looked up, panting, crying and whining, the innocence faded away from his eyes. It was replaced by anger.

[feefymo]

Omg loved this fic game =D

Let's go:

Kit Walker

Spanking kink

Third element: coping mechanism after Briarcliff

Dear anon, hi! I hope this time is the right time: I've been trying to post the fic based on your three requests since I still had baby teeth but Tumblr says "nuh-uh". Fingers crossed and let's have some fun!

"Nnnnot again. Enough, fuck... !" You heard Kit hiss through clenched teeth - so clenched he could have cracked them - so you stopped what you were doing and a shiny string of your saliva broke. For the first few seconds you had a bewildered expression but it didn't last long because you knew the problem. So, worry set in. The anguish of seeing your husband perpetually frustrated, so exasperated that you feared he might become seriously ill at any moment. You timidly raised a hand to your mouth and wiped it away as you peered at his tense form in the grass of your yard. July set Massachusetts on fire and so did you who lived there. For his part, Kit was sweating but not because he was enjoying the summer or your skimpy attentions. You, now kneeling between his legs, silently observed his sore and reticent sex as you pressed your tongue against the taste that remained in your mouth. It had never been easy between you two.

When he was free to leave Briarcliff there was no shortage of skeptics but you - who knew him from before - had never, ever doubted his innocence. You had loved him before he could even discover it and your dream of being loved back had come true. Obviously, Kit Walker was no longer the carefree, heartthrob boy he once was but you didn't care. The problem with sex had emerged almost immediately after he returned to "normal" and the thing that really drove him crazy was the fear that you didn't think he was involved enough. He never failed to satisfy you, no man had ever considered you with such concern but he... he was stuck. Stuck in the loop of some trauma he suffered that he didn't talk about. And you didn't dare ask. You just wanted to see him more peaceful. "My love..." you started in a syrupy voice before being interrupted by his fist tearing a tuft of grass. Kit let out a lamentation and shook his head before sitting up and looking at you with desperate, shaded eyes. The irises melted like chocolate on his sharp features. "No, come on. Don't tell me it doesn't matter, don't tell me it will be better next time. Don't tell me not to force myself, please." yet another demonstration that he knew you and listened to you, you closed your mouth and sighed. You made sure you had permission and caressed his cheek, a gesture he appreciated and settled against. He closed his eyes for just a moment. "I love you, I'm tired of... I need reciprocity, complicity but the problem is me. I'm a broken toy now, aren't I?" as it rarely did, your expression hardened and you had to grab onto your skirt to dispel your anger. "Don't you dare call yourself "broken", that's unfair. Did you hear me, Kit Walker? Never again." and Kit knew you didn't see him the way he saw himself but that biting severity hit him. It disoriented him because... he liked it. He stared at you with a vaguely lost look, while a monster now familiar to him mounted in his chest. He had been suppressing it since the moment you had met again but he was struggling to keep it at bay and his member hinted at his secret. It pulsed, forcing Kit to palm it. "Y/N, you see, I..." he was torn, you could see it in him. "Kit, together we will get through this too. Okay? But I can't keep quiet if you denigrate yourself like this. I just want you too to experience the well-being that you are able to give me. I want to make you feel good, there's something on your mind. .. can it work? Maybe you don't want to tell me, are you afraid that I will judge you? That it'll scare me?" at that point, Kit just flinched, as if he had actually been caught killing a poor woman in a brutal way. This made you realize that yes, there was something but he had never allowed it to surface. "Fine. I don't know if it's the solution, don't..." he sighed "Come with me. Let's go back to the kitchen." The house was burning and so was the wait your husband was subjecting you to. He needed to find the right way to communicate and you would put him at ease so, standing still, you began to drop your blouse and skirt onto the clean floor. Dressed only in lingerie with sage green embroidery, you caught Kit's lustful gaze, which resembled a hybrid between a free beast and a weak prey. In captivity. "Holy God, suga': you're breathtaking, I don't deserve you." "Kit." you took half a threatening step forward, showing a certain vehemence towards his victimhood. He wasn't interested, he wasn't mortified, on the contrary: he looked you up and down as if dazed. The right hand rubbing on the open fly of his jeans.

"Tell me how to make you come, Mr. Walker. Now." Now cornered, Kit bowed his head and swallowed dryly. He didn't say a word until he had a broom in his hand which, shortly after, he passed to you. "Take it." he murmured, unable to hide a veil of shame. You hesitated for a moment but then complied, studying the object. “As you know, in Briarcliff I took corporal punishment. I took it often, so often that… something clicked. I had to defend myself, survive. Y/N, I started to like the caning. I hated it, and yet… my body reacted with enthusiasm. Perhaps this..." The more Kit explained, the more you regretted having imposed yourself so confidently. Did he want you to cause him pain? Was that the way to fix the mechanism? "You're scared, I understand. You don't have to, there's a reason I never asked." "It... it's not healthy. I would never want to see you suffer, if I indulge you I contribute to..." you took a breath, left the sentence hanging. You both knew everything that even silence conveyed. "Go to the table and lean on it. Turn around." suddenly, you changed voice in a calm but merciless tone: you were giving brief orders. For a moment, Kit had to store your words but a gasp writhed in his throat and he hurried to comply. "Take down your pants and underwear." you moved barefoot, it was almost impossible to hear. "Moreover." you grabbed onto his jeans and tugged at them, causing your husband to exhale violently through his nostrils. Now, he was staring at you over his shoulder and his eyes were shining pleadingly. He breathed violently and, in a certain sense, you too followed that syncopated rhythm. "Punish me. Punish me for all the times I couldn't get inside you. That I couldn't stay there. Please." you despised that compromise, and yet, the idea of ​​reaching a solution entered your core and made it crackle. You didn't know the practice but you were tired of waiting and Kit looked like he was about to implode, so you passed the broom handle over Kit's buttocks with the delicacy of a Judas kiss. Then, without warning him, you loaded the blow and dealt it to him. While you jumped in fright, he arched up moaning darkly. He seemed absurdly… relieved. With his hands wide open on the wood in search of balance, the man nodded vigorously and you caned him again. This time, his legs trembled and an animalistic cry pierced the daytime heat. Now resting on his elbows, he whispered darkly, "M-more." annihilated by the scenario in front of you, you were the victim of widespread tingling. Your panties had become soaked without you realizing it. It wasn't the violence that excited you but the way Kit reacted to that. "Are you...are you getting wet? You're wet, I can see it from here." yet another blow came unexpectedly, immediately followed by a soothing: "ssssh...". Breathless, with his eyeballs rolling to the ceiling, Kit had to press his cock against the table. The live, pulsating erection was in need of the friction that Kit found in contact with the support that endured his weight. "God, my God, suga', how do you do it... get Sister Jude out of my fuckin' head. Again. Again!" teeth sealed in a roar and fingers scurrying off his tank top as your pussy cried out hungrily. You came closer and touched the reddened flesh and then tightened it in a vice that forced Kit to bark in pain and pleasure. He quickly brought his hand to his length and ran along it with uncontrolled ardor but, victim of yet another beating, he had to go back to holding on to the table.

Now bent at a right angle with one cheek on the surface, he was panting uncontrollably and you were unable to resist the temptation: you grabbed onto his hips and pushed yourself against his ass. “Oh, fuck… fuck, Y/N I’m about to come… ff-…” Kit, in the throes of adrenaline, found the strength to turn around and pounce on you. You both fell to the floor, kissing as if you were going to bite each other off while he dodged the obstructing fabric and entered you without grace.

He filled you with such voracity that an incredulous, breathless laugh left your jaws. Kit was destroyed, distraught, a toxic flame that hit you with its impetuosity. "Yes... yes, my love, yes... do it hard! Strong as my sti-AH!" your husband, firm on his knees, sucked in his lower lip, holding your hips as he slipped out of you to re-enter with even more urgency. "Jesus Christ, Y/N, I have to fill you..." and on the last letter, the thrusts of that brief embrace became frantic, taking both of you by surprise with a stunning orgasm. An expression of disbelief built on Kit's face. His eyelids narrowed and his Adam's apple threatened to tear his throat open as the hot spurts of his seed invaded you as promised. The lips swollen and wide open in a silent cry. Desperate and euphoric. He soon leaned over you, grabbing your breasts as he continued to move and slide into you. You, who didn't remember the sensation and who, entranced by the mere image of Kit, had the impression of going crazy with ecstasy. Coming, clinging to the soft curls of the love of your life, you trembled with such force that it nauseated you. Tightly wrapped around his veiny cock, you had never reached such a climax and neither did he.

[soap-ify]

hi cutie! 💋 i’m new to the cod fandom and an aspiring writer >_< i came across your writing and i love love it sooo much, so i was wondering if you could give some advice on what keeps you motivated to write? and if it’s not too much, could you share some of your fave writing or writer recommendations?

reading your work has my heart doing laps! thank you for your hard work and for sharing it❣️

HI anon you are just so lovely. i hope you know that i've been smiling at this for like the past minute now. i'm so happy you enjoy my writing!

motivation for me mostly comes in random bursts (and goes just as quickly) and i suppose my true motivation is just the fact that i'm very hyperfixated on cod right now. though it's very important to enjoy what you're writing, since that's what helps me the most to keep going :3

and as for my writer recs, i wasn't going to tag because i get shy but i'm too exhausted to find the links SO here you go! please be mindful of all the warnings in their works.

@suimon the entirety of di's masterlist will leave you giggling and kicking your feet trust me!! all of her works are simply amazing, and the way di writes simon is simply chef's kiss.

@rowarn one of my most fav fics is written by ro you totally need to check their works out!! writes simon so beautifully. (little secret that i started this account only because i got inspired by one of their fics)

@stargirlrchive again one of my fav writers on here! anissa's writing makes me all red once i finish it it's just that good.

@comfortless syl has the type of works that'll leave you deep in thought for the next few hours once you finish reading them. they're always just so gorgeously written, makes me sob!

@loveindefinitely all of love's series are so good!! just so interesting and fun to read.

@dmitriene ALL OF JULY'S WORKS ARE SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN! literally has me reading some sentences over and over because they are just so good.

@crashandlivewrites begging and scratching at your walls to check out crash's pornstar!price series. while you're at that, check out all of her works >:3 literally has me biting my fist all the time.

@konigsblog orla's works make my mind literally go blank and i mean this in the best way possible! also one of my inspirations when i was first starting this blog >:3

@luvit elli's writing is literal perfection like. literally one of my fav gaz writers out there EVERY WORK IS JUST SO! undescribable.

anyways these are only the ones i can remember at the top of my head right now while being like. super sleepy. but honestly every writer i rb on this account is purely amazing so i recommend you to check all of them out!

[deadgirlwalking91]

what are the things Lute would say to make Adam get on another plane of existence ?

So far she has always expressed herself with physical actions, I need to see her at work using her good little mouth and talking that dirty that to make even the First Man turn on asfff-

Hey Anon,

Wrote up a little scene for this one. Honestly, it wouldn't take much at all to turn him on if she plays her cards right. Hope you enjoy!

Lute looked up and spotted her target through the crowd of sparring exorcists. There Adam was, sitting at the table facing the training floor, chin propped up by his fist.

She knew that look. He was bored.

He was bored, and he'd pissed her off that morning before work, which meant this was an opportune moment for revenge. A wicked idea crossed her mind, and she grinned to herself. This was perfect.

"Keep it up ladies," she yelled, ducking to avoid a rogue punch from Coco. "I'll be back on the floor in a minute. Layla, keep your eyes on the squad for me."

She strode over to the front of the room, hands fisted behind her back as she approached Adam.

"'Sup?" he asked, eyes following her as she circled around him, stopping at his shoulder. "Is there a reason you're not on the floor, Lieutenant?"

"Yes, sir," Lute said quietly, keeping her stare fixed firmly on the floor. "I just wanted to come and give you an update on today's training."

"An update? Bitch, nothing's fucking happening, the fuck you need to update me for?"

"Well, actually," she turned her head so that she could whisper directly into his ear. "It's about some...difficult training conditions, sir."

"Oh, yeah? Humour me."

Lute hummed, pressing her fists tighter together at the small of her back. None of the other exorcists knew they'd been sleeping together for some time now, and she wasn't about to give them any indication by touching Adam like she normally would when they were in private.

She could, however, use her words and her imagination.

"First I should let you know that I'm not wearing any underwear right now."

Adam turned his head to look at her, and by the way his eyes widended and a grin quickly spread across his mask, she knew she had his interest. "Really?"

"Yep." She heaved a dramatic sigh. "And this uniform is so thin, it keeps brushing against my nipples which makes them all hard and stimulated. They're practically begging to be played with."

His gaze flickered down to her chest, and she made a point of turning her body away from him.

"Nuh-uh. You weren't very nice to me this morning, so I don't think you deserve to even look at them, let alone think about playing with them."

"Lute, c'mon," he groaned, and she had to work to bite back a laugh at how easy he was to bait. "That's not fair."

"I know," she purred, "you know what else isn't fair?" She leaned in so that their helmets were almost touching. "I'm so wet because of it, but I can't do anything about it. Do you know how frustrating that is, sir?"

She heard him swallow. "I could help you out with that. After work."

Shaking her head, she pulled away slightly. "No, I can't wait. I need it now."

God, he was so easy to work up. She didn't even have to say anything explicit; just a fucking implication and she could have him eating out of the palm of her hand.

Though, if she played her cards right, that wouldn't be the only thing he'd be eating out.

"I think," she drawled, taking a step backwards. "I need to go relieve myself. I'll be right back, sir. Try not to think about me when I'm gone."

"Lute, don't you fucking dare-"

"I'll let you know if I feel any better when I come back," she cooed, "I won't be long at all."

She strode to the door, pausing to place her hand on the frame and turn back to look at Adam. He was practically feral; his mouth was hanging open, his eyes were half lidded, and underneath the table, he had his legs crossed - from her experience, a telltale sign he was trying to conceal an erection.

Smirking, she made a point of holding up her right hand and lifting the tips of her glove off each finger, one-by-one, loosening the garment. She pinched the material and let it slide off her hand, watching Adam the entire time.

"I'll be back soon," she called, her voice once again professional - though she did pointedly flex her bare fingers. For good measure.

Maybe next time he'd think twice about edging her before work again.

[000-pawz]

I found ur blog fairly recently but oh my gosh!! ... the way you write each of the bnd boys is so beautiful and delicate.. I adore ur style </3 pls pls esp ur softer stuff :( I melt reading them literally. thank u for writing w so much warmth (idk if that sounds right srry lol) if it's alright I'd like to send my thoughts in here more often from now on, I'll put a 🍪 so you know it's me maybe?

but I also just wanted to share some riwoo thoughts with u if that's fine! just. when I look at him the first thought to pop in my mind is: I want to hug him!!! and you just perfectly encapsulated that in the bedtime w bnd post :( pls. so adorable I'll cry. another thing, I just adore how soft riwoo's voice is, it's so precious :((( and to imagine him mumbling sleepily half dozed off already 😞😞😞 has my heart melting at the thought of it.

imagine he giggles. 😞 in his pretty lovely voice. I'm genuinely hurting rn </3

also brushing ur teeth before bed together and he catches ur eyes in the mirror and smiles and erupts in cute little giggles 💔💔 my brain short circuits when I think abt him

we need more soft bf riwoo content more than anything he's so so sweet :(

🍪 anon hi omg <333 thank you so much for these kind words :( genuinely, hearing this makes me so happy and gives me so much motivation. bonedo are the warmest boys ever, i must match the vibe!!! aaaa thank you so much again ><

i'm literally biting my fist at this i love riwoo so much!!! like i am so soft for him and i melt everytime i see him <3 lovely lovely lovely boy :((( (he's creeping up on my bias list so fast) riwoo is quite literally the most huggable being ever, and i know he gives those long, tight hugs too!!! >< omgomg and his voice is so so pretty and delicate. he's just the definition of gentle, in every way. sleepy riwoo's so cute like his sweet voice just muttering little i love you's and g'night's, giggling as you press kisses to his cheeks and nose... i could die rn!!!! and a bedtime routine with riwoo would be so playful and soft!!! making silly faces at each other in the mirror, him helping you dry your hair or getting you into your pajamas, just laughing and joking the entire time!!! my little cornball, he's so great :(

it's literally a crime that there isn't more bf riwoo content!!! he's the most adorable, charming guy ever :( RIWOO ENJOYERS I LOVE YOU <3333

[rinsuniverse]

omg hi! can you do an argument with minghao but its like a happy ending? an angst to fluff if you will <3

[4:16]

resolving arguments with minghao! ✧˖°.

sorry for finishing answering this so late, my precious anon!

this is my first time doing something kind of angsty (i like writing happy things!), but i'll try my hardest for you!

imagine you're sitting in his bedroom, and this all started from minghao's partially-joking nagging

"ugh, i really feel so gross," you say, looking at your face in a handheld mirror. "why do i look like that? what the hell do you even see in me?"

"yah, how can you even say that?" he says, side eyeing you. "you're not gross."

"yeah, well, that's what you think."

"and what i think doesn't matter?"

"i didn't say that. and that's not even the point. i'm not lovable, and i don't deserve any of this."

he looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion

"are you crazy?"

"what? what do you mean?"

"why would you even say that?"

"that's how i feel!"

"well, that's really stupid."

"wow, minghao."

"what? i'm being honest. you are lovable and you deserve this. what else am i supposed to say?"

"do you even care about me? you're looking at me like i'm stupid for feeling this way."

"well, i mean, yeah, kind of."

"wow!"

"it's stupid for you to think that about yourself. none of what you're thinking is true."

"well, it's true that i'm feeling that way!"

"but it's not true that you're gross or unlovable or deserving of this. of me."

"but that's how i feel!"

"how you feel is wrong! are you trying to say you don't deserve me?"

"well, yeah!"

"then should we just break up?"

you look at him in utter disbelief

tears start stinging at your eyes

"isn't my boyfriend supposed to comfort me whenever i'm feeling insecure?"

"i already told you that what you're thinking isn't true. what else do you want me to say?"

"i don't know!"

"then how am i supposed to know?"

"minghao, you're really getting on my nerves."

"me? really?"

that's when angry tears start rolling down your face

"you're so freaking mean to me!"

and you turn to slam your face into his pillow on his bed and start loudly crying

he wasn't paying attention to the hurt in your eyes, and he was completely shocked when he heard you sobbing

all of the anger and frustration he felt immediately dissolves away

"hey... y/n, listen... just tell me what to do, okay? i'll do it. i'm sorry. please don't cry," he says, moving to rub your back as you cry

he slowly pulls you up and off of the pillow, moving to hold you in his arms

you bury your head into his chest and he sits there, holding you tightly

"you... you're so... you're so mean..," you say between sobs, hitting his chest with your fist

"you're right," he says, letting you hit him. "i'm so sorry, princess. i shouldn't have been so upset. you're so sweet and wonderful, and i'm so glad you're mine. you're my favorite person, and i truly believe you deserve me and everything good."

"thank you for that..." you say, sniffling

"are you okay now, pretty?"

"mmm."

he flips you onto your back, climbing on top of you and looking at you.

your eyes are still glistening, and your lips begin to pout

he leans in to kiss you on the lips, biting your bottom lip gently, making you giggle into the kiss

"stop laughing, dummy," he says, giggling back at you

"says you!"

"i love you so so so much more than you could ever understand. i shouldn't have gotten so upset when you already weren't feeling great, and i'm kind of tired."

"i love you so so so much."

"oh, i know. let me kiss you more."

i hope this is satisfactory, anon! have a super good day. thank you so much for requesting! feel free to request many, many more!

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

[libraryofkoyehn]

I see the tears you weep, they make my heart bleed as it beats

Hwei Helping GN reader with trauma ☔️

Again Anon Thank you for your kind words and for entrusting me with something like this!! I'm so sorry it took forever...

Tw: Angst, Crying, Hurt comfort, Hwei painfully pining, Confession, Mentions of past S3xual assault, Mentions of past Physical abuse, Mentions of Body mutilations, A smidge of Yandere Hwei if you squint, Friends to lovers,

🔞minors dni🔞

Hwei always finds himself casting his longing gaze to you when you're lost in thought. However, he can't help but notice how the turmoil from days past still haunts you, even now. Watching from afar, seeing you so forlorn as he painfully has to restrain himself from laying a loving hand upon you knowing how you'd flinch.

As if an angel has had their wings brutally ripped from them, wounded, scared, and too afraid to let a soul help you back up from the devastating fall. You sat hunched over your work, so diligent but troubled as your pen scratched over the page, as Hwei silently cursed to himself how he thought you looked beautiful even in these moments of misery

His heart pangs at the sight of his muse so clearly in turmoil, having to fight the urge to pull you into a tight embrace to shelter you from the storm face. Biting back words of loving comfort, he slouches over the table you shared, laying his head in the crook of his bended arm, as the other lay limp, reaching out in your direction.

Akin to a cat in the rain so desperately wanting to be let inside, his sullen eyes watch as you put pen to paper. Taking in how your breath hitches every so often, how your throat tightens, a red flush dusted across your features along with how your eyes are becoming glassy. Hwei's heavy heart sunk to his shoes, he moved his hand a fraction of an inch across the table, almost as if he was pawing at you.

His hand was itching to embrace yours, only to have that same hand clenched tightly into a fist, feeling the sting of his nails digging into his palm. Distracting his emotional pain with a physical one whilst he watched in agony as you bit back tears, thinking to himself

'If I were a cat, you'd accept my affection then? Would you let me crawl into your arms and let me embrace you y/n...?'

You tried to focus all of your energy onto your creative piece, hoping that using your art to vent would help you. The past pains resurface as you sketch the distorted body with scars not too unlike your own.

''Relive the pain, relieve the pain''

Is what you recall Hwei mentioning, reiterating the statement through inaudible breaths. The more you jot down the more you remember the brutal mutilation the vile so-called 'ex-lovers' and 'caretakers' had inflicted on you.

The ones supposed to hold you gently instead inflicted scars not only upon your skin but also your heart and mind. Your hands tremble, making it increasingly difficult to get anything down. You emit one shakey breath after another, as your resolve crumbles by the minute

You didn't want to bother Hwei with your issues, nor let him have an inkling of the romantic feelings you harbor for him. Your close friendship with the visionary meant the world to you and it would cause your already fractured world to collapse if it were to be soiled by your fickle feelings. He was the first to truly be gentle and compassionate with you, to see past your strong facade, and he's someone you can't bear to lose.

You lift your head from the page just to be met by his gaze. Your heart skips a beat when you catch his soft but saddened eyes giving you the look that he already knew you were upset. Feeling exposed knowing he sees right through the glass walls you try so strenuously to keep up. You hear him softly sigh as you see him get up from his seat, coming over to see what you have created.

You freeze, pulling your sketchbook to your chest. Your shortened breath caught in your throat, making it far more difficult to swallow the tears threatening to spill. He instinctually lifts his hand to place it atop your shoulder but catches himself before doing so and quickly pulls it away.

"I-I it's just a sketch, and its rather persona-"

You stammer, so feebly trying to keep up the cheap facade only to have Hwei interject your words

"Let me see, please.."

Hwei's voice was a hushed plea. You again pause, your heart pounding not only due to the close proximity but also of the thought of exposing the scars of your past that lay so vividly on the page. A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you slowly lower your sketchbook.

Hwei studies your piece, it only took a glance for him to connect the dots, he could tell it was a damaged and burned version of yourself. His heart shattered at the sight of his precious muse so twisted and tormented but it enamored him all the same.

Their eyes closed but their facial features were still full of a sorrowful pensiveness. Scars litter the body, and scratches lay upon the once delicate skin, with the intimate parts of their body appearing to be the most mutilated.

'Oh y/n, who allowed themselves to inflict such damage onto you.. it breaks my heart to see how the damage has already been done, and I wasn't there to protect you.. it's so incredibly unjust..'

He thought, taking in how the water surrounding the subject was murky, almost suffocating. The subject lie still, not fighting against rising tides, as if it was waiting for it to drown them.

Hwei's eyes are forlorn but full of adoration for your strong will when he looks back up at you, knowing it takes immense courage to delve back into the fire that once burned you.

"It's definitely a heavy piece, but theres beauty in it all the same. But there are a few things I'd like to add if you'd be so kind"

Your eyes slightly widened feeling nothing but embarrassment for what you had put down, it also didn't help that Hwei, the artist you so love and look up to, not only for his talents but for him as a person, had things to add to your piece.

Only adding to your flustered and vulnerable state, you see him hold out his hand asking for your pen with his soft smile almost turning to that of a smirk. You can't help but feel heat rush to your cheeks, alongside your shattered heart that pounds so loudly it's almost deafening.

You pause for a short moment trying to compose yourself, you give him a small nod then quickly albeit with a bit of clumsiness, place your pen into his hand. A soft sigh escapes his lips, knowing he has to be exceedingly careful with his next moves, not wanting to betray the sliver of trust you have so graciously given to him.

Hwei revels in even the slightest touch, swooning at the softness of your fingertips running over his palm alongside your warmth still radiating from the pen. He then gathers a few jars of rainbow-hued paints alongside a brush and pulls his chair closer to you. He placed himself almost a bit too close, not that you minded, and with that he began to add his part to the picture.

He doesn't dare to paint over the scars with newly perfected skin instead he paints new life blooming from them. Because in the end, the scars of your past are what make you, you, there's a beauty in them that he needs you to see. It's another part of why he's so deeply infatuated with you, knowing you have a burden as heavy as his and how you still get up each day and keep fighting. So he will put his highest talents on display to portray the beauty he sees in you, the beauty he so wishes you could see in yourself

Nothing but anticipation and adoration fills you as you watch the visionary at work. Seeing him add small delicate flowers over the scars, and the exposed parts of the body. Illuminating the once dark clouded waters with small lanterns that float in current next to the subject softly casting their light over their form with warm golden hues.

You almost couldn't believe your eyes, as he transformed the once gloomy atmosphere into something that's filled with serenity and peace. You feel almost as if you were in the sweetest dream, but the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes signal to you that you're truly awake.

This was one of the only ways Hwei could show you his love without it being too obvious. To show you a glimpse of how he sees you, and how he wants you to see yourself. He so yearns to be your place of solace, to be the calm waters that soothe the scars that litter your body instead of the muddied ones that irritate them.

You watch in awe, you hold back tears while you feel your heart swell at his work. Feeling so moved whilst he added the finishing touches, flakes of gold over some of the flora, and adorning the subject's face with a soft smile. He then paints the last flower onto the page, and channels some of his mystical powers to pull it from the piece. You watch, mystified, as it floats up into the air before catching it between his fingertips and holding it out to you.

"Here, this is for you"

He says, unable to hide the apprehension in his slightly strained voice, again waiting to feel your touch once more and to hopefully see the smile he so yearns for. Your heart felt as if it was going to burst from your chest, the oxygen becoming a fleeting luxury with the roller coaster of emotions you've been put through.

You gingerly cup the delicate flower in the palm of your hands. A blush reaches itself upon both of your features, Hwei once again savoring the slightest touch, emitting a shakey breath on contact as your eyes meet. A look of solemn reverence is shared between the two of you. The sound of your voice breaks the silent tension.

"Oh my.. Hwei it's beautiful, Thank you! it's amazing how you were able to turn something so dark.. into something to full of life, but may I ask why..?"

Hwei was stunned and flustered by your questioning, so desperately trying to find the right answer through the overflow of thoughts he wishes he could say aloud. So he settles with a question of his own.

"Y/n.. Is this supposed to be you in this piece..? was the person so deeply tormented meant to be a shattered reflection of yourself..?"

You freeze, your body growing cold and your stomach forming knots of nervousness and shame at how yet again, Hwei sees right through you. You can't even bear to meet his gaze, his once soft blue eyes now begin to shift to golden hues once he sees how you can only nod your head. At this point, he can't contain the words he's been holding so closely to his chest since the moment he's known you, and known of your suffering.

"Because I think that you deserve peace, serenity, and above all else.."

Hwei stammers slightly, his voice breaking due to how he himself had been biting back tears of his own and how you will react to his next choice words

"Love, for all you have been through.. you've faced enough pain, don't you think it's time for the adoration and peace you so deserve..? I do y/n"

Hwei looks to you with bright golden eyes. Your response couldn't come quickly enough, the seconds of silence feel like years, with you staring back at him with your mouth agape. Your head spins at his words, clinging on to the word 'love' in particular, but your broken heart and mind tell you to drown any sense of hope that dares come to the surface.

"Hwei.. I don't, please don't trouble yours--"

"It's not fair y/n! It's not fair how the people of your past wounded you so deeply that it keeps me from loving you!"

He exclaimed, his golden eyes becoming glassy as they pierce into the very core of your being. His words broke the dam that was your resolve, it still being unbelievable that not only your wounds and pains were not only understood but loved and accepted, as well as your romantic feelings being reciprocated. You sat in shock as tears rolled down your cheeks, soft sobs wracked through your already broken system as you're unable to control the overwhelm of emotion.

Your words once again snagged on the tip of your tongue, your mind spiraling at the intensity of Hwei's heartfelt speech. You wanted to believe the word 'love' was in a romantic sense but again the darkened wounds push back the love thats being offered.

"You.. can't possibly be.. I know you deeply care about me and I can't thank you enough for that.. but it's probably not love.. at least not what like I'm feeling.."

You see Hwei's face wince, your words like daggers causing a stray drop to flow from his golden eyes. He knows how frightened you must be but he simply can't stand to be pushed away, nor can he lock up the immense amount of emotion he's been holding back any longer.

"I know it's scary but trust me it is love y/n..! I love you so much ..! And If it's true that you harbor these same feelings for me..! Then Please.. please let me hold you.. let me try to make it all okay.."

Hwei pleads, his voice raspy and desperate whilst he holds his arms out for you to find refuge in. You hesitate for a split moment, but as the words finally sink in you find yourself sinking into his arms. Unable to fight back the river of tears that flow onto his shoulder, you cling onto him, and he to you. You feel his hand gently stroke the back of your head as you murmur into the silken fabric of his robe.

"I.. I love you too Hwei.. you're the only one that's truly seen me. No one else has ever been so gentle and kind to me... I'm just terrified of being hurt again.."

His hold on your form tightens, feeling his head nuzzle against yours. Unable to resist the urge to place a few soft kisses against the side of your head, as he feels a strong sense of protectiveness flow through him. He then carefully chose his next whispered words, knowing how difficult it is to be so vulnerable wanting nothing more than for you to feel safe and secure.

"Shh.. I know.. I know how much it hurts having gone through the pains of betrayal of my own y/n.. but I believe we can get through this together.. because as long as you're still here, I am not letting go.. nor am I letting the ones who hurt you get away with this.."

[peachymilkandcream]

Hello. I don't why I love your Yandere Levi but I do read it (maybe because I love reading it and your writing)

i would like to ask if its okay about this "How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? He would much rather her show even negative emotions rather than none at all. He likes that even if it's bad he makes her feel something. It means he hasn't broken her mind to the point of no return."

if ever, if she really is stress and got into that mental state, will levi be guilty? what would he do? will he change or will he eventually consider her emotions if ever?

if you could make it a fic it will great!

thank you so much for putting effort on your levi fics. I hope the best for you and have a nice day! :)

Levi x Evelyn -> Broken Doll

(A/N: You don't know how much I love hearing things like this Anon! I'm so happy you enjoy my messed up version of Levi and all of his shenanigans. It's really sweet to see someone invested in what I do and see the effort I try in put into it. I'm sorry I haven't gotten to this sooner but I'll make it up to you and try to make this one a bit longer with lots of angst to fluff. Have a great day yourself!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Avoiding his wife was a bit harsh of a word, Levi just needed a moment to himself, away from the constant whining and need for his validation. Something was up with her, she almost seemed suspicious of him, constantly checking in, showing up at his work, it was getting on his nerves. A moment of peace to just sit and read is all he needed to keep his temper in check. Just time to himself, any time to himself.

That was short lived when footsteps broke him out of his deep thought, looking up Evelyn stood there in a nightgown, picking at the sleeves out of a nervous habit. Levi suppressed an eye roll, what could it be now? Another annoying complaint about something he wasn't doing as her husband.

"What is it wife?" He looks back at his book.

"I have a name you know."

"And you act like I care."

"Well I just think it's only fair that if you make me moan your name in bed the least you could do is use mine in casual conversation."

Memories of those pleasant nights come to his mind, almost threatening a smile to come to his face, but he refuses.

"It's a miracle to even get you to speak my name in bed."

He can tell she's biting back a sarcastic remark about consent, smart girl. "But that's not why I'm here."

"And what do you want this time?" The Captain tried to keep the tone of skepticism out of his voice but failed.

"I want you to have sex with me."

Levi raised a brow, changing from confusion to suspicion, there was something off about this. "Do you think I'm in any mood to joke right now?"

"I'm being serious, I want you to have sex with me right now."

A look of disgust appeared on his face. "You're saying this to toy with me."

She stands in front of him, slowly untying her robe and letting it drop to the floor. "Does this assure you enough?"

He didn't let his emotions show on his face, looking up at her with indifference. "I always did find your body more desirable than your mind."

"You find my body more desirable than anything in life."

Levi scowls. "Your body is the only reason why I didn't send you to a mental institution years ago." Malice dripped from his voice.

She scoffs. "As if, you never would, you'd be afraid of male staff being around me. Your jealousy would go through the roof."

"Of course you're right." He said while he stood, before gripping her hair tightly in his fist, bringing her closer to him. "I can't let you go around flirting now can I? You're my wife after all, you belong to me."

He caught a flash of healthy fear in her eyes, covered by a smirk. "Which is why you'd never put me in a place like that."

"I like that look on your face, fear suits you well." The shit-eating grin is in full force.

Indignation crosses her face. "It wasn't fear-"

Anger filled every nerve in his body. "That was fear, I know that look anywhere. You're afraid because you know what I'm capable of, don't take me for some weak fool woman."

She shivers, he knows she remembering those times of blood and violence when anyone stood in their way.

His heart pounded faster with excitement in the look in her eyes, his hand found his way to her neck. "Do you feel vulnerable?"

"Yes Levi..." Now this caught him more off guard, she was never that pliant.

Levi felt that he needed to push her a little farther to finally get the truth out. "My name sounds more tender coming from you, like you're about to fall in love with me all over again."

Instead of sputtering off how she could never Evelyn gives him a doe eyed look. "As if I could fall anymore in love with you."

Suddenly his smile vanishes. "So, are you going to keep lying to me? Or are you finally going to tell me the truth?"

Her pulse picks back up, her heart's pounding and she's sweating, he's caught her in the lie. "I don't know what you mean."

"It's cute seeing you like this, your body and heart telling me everything I need to know."

"Why would I lie to you Levi- lying leads to punishments-"

"Oh I'm well aware of what happens when you lie to my love."

"Does it matter? I'm submitting to you, don't you want me?"

"About that, why do you want to submit to me all of a sudden? Why did you decide to be a good little wife all of a sudden?"

When she whimpers in fear instead of answering him, anger flares inside of him. "I asked you a question, now answer."

"P-Petra-" She blurts out, not wanting to risk his wrath further.

"And what does Petra have to do with this?" His eyebrow raises once more.

All of a sudden she gets angry, something he doesn't like in the slightest. "Are you really that stupid!? She wants to fuck you! And while I might not love our marriage and hate you doesn't mean I'll let any woman come in and suck your dick!"

Levi rolls his eyes "No matter what you think Evelyn, Petra would never be interested in a man like me."

"You're so fucking stupid!" Now she had crossed the line, insulting him, cursing, and yelling at him, unacceptable.

His grip tightened on her hair, bringing her right up to his face. "What did you say you whore?"

All she did was wince and cry out in pain, enraging him further.

"I'm going to break that pretty little mouth of yours if you don't start speaking up."

"I am telling you the truth." She hisses. ""You know how to fuck a woman but not how they think."

"How dare you lecture me about how to treat a woman? You, who doesn't even understand what love and loyalty are?"

"Are you accusing me of being unfaithful? Because last I checked I haven't left the house without you since we got married. Your prying staff have eyes on me at all times, tell me Levi, when was I unfaithful?"

"I am not accusing you, I'm just pointing out that you don't know how a loyal woman acts. I never caught you cheating on me, yet I always felt you wanted to be with someone else than me. It wasn't long ago that you were still complaining about our marriage, that you didn't want to submit to me and that you wanted to stay away from me for as much time as possible. Why the sudden change in your behaviour?"

"Because even if I never wanted to be married I don't break vows, and that bitch is trying to break yours. I have tolerated you forcing yourself on me and beating me, but I will not tolerate infidelity."

"You're saying that like I'm going to let Petra do what she wants to me. Like I'm some fool that falls into any woman's tricks and traps." Levi didn't seem annoyed as much now, in fact, a little smile appeared on his face when hearing that Evelyn was against Petra doing anything to the Captain. "So, you do have a little jealousy in you, wife."

Anger flashes in her eyes again. "I am far from jealous, Levi."

"Even though you hate me, you don't like seeing me with another woman. Isn't that the concept of jealousy? And if you're not jealous, why you changed your behaviour like this? After all, if you hated me so much, you wouldn't come down here like an obedient wife wanting to spend time with her husband."

She's quiet, trying to think of an argument back. "You asshole-" Is all she manages.

Levi smirks, enjoying this moment of weakness and getting under her skin. "Is that all you have? That's the worst you can do?"

"You're not worth it." She scoffs again.

"Oh, but the truth is always worth it, and deep inside you know that I know the truth. I know you don't feel too much love towards me, and yet you feel jealousy. Even if you hate me, you still want to be the only one capable of getting me, you want me to be yours alone. Is it out of possession or true love? I don't know, and I don't care."

She's silent again, digesting the words "Why would I give a damn about a rapist bastard like you, you can have a hundred whores for all I care, then maybe you'd leave me and your shrivelled eel cock alone!"

"Now those are some strong words you're throwing around sweetheart, I suggest you think twice before speaking." His tone is cold.

"Drop dead."

"Your loyalty towards your husband isn't as great as I thought. Maybe I can't have a hundred whores, but I can always have Petra instead." He turns to leave, trying to get a reaction out of her.

Her expression changes. "Wait don't-" Her voice becomes small and soft.

Levi can't help but laugh at her expression. "Oh, but Petra is so much better than you. I've always wanted her, always thought that she was out of my league. But you know, once she realized how useless you are as a wife, she made a play for my heart. Now she'll have my full attention, it's what she deserves, unlike you."

She looks like he just slapped her, staring at his shoes, her face blank and distraught, emotionless. It was bothering him that she wasn't giving him the reaction he wanted. He didn't like this but he couldn't just let her get away with this, he had to make a point and double down.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Can't understand that I finally had to wake up from my delusion and see that Petra is the better wife?"

Evelyn still didn't give him a reaction, she looked small and scared like that little girl he had he saved from the Underground, defenceless and in need of his protection. The one who cried and told him how Mama had left her all alone. Surprisingly he felt a pang of guilt, he didn't mean for it to get this far, she was breaking down and he didn't like it. But the best way he figured to deal with her was to continue to be hard on her, eventually she'd stop herself with the temper tantrum and go back to how he wanted.

But she wouldn't stop, no matter what he was doing she didn't stop. It was seriously pissing him off at this point, he felt guilty for seeing her be this weak and vulnerable, but he couldn't just breakdown and comfort her, no matter how much he wanted to. He had to show dominance, control, that's what he was all about. She had to grow up and accept what he said. He was torn, and he needed to decide how to go forward, his only option was to be ruthless like always.

"You know what? Maybe I should just leave right now and go to Petra, she's certainly much more entertaining than you." He turns and puts his hand on the doorknob.

"Please, don't leave...I need you.."

Levi stops, surprised by her sudden reaction, but he turns with a grin on his face, seeing her needy like this fuelling his ego. "Need me? What are you going to do without me? Cry yourself to death?" He wants to cut her down, remind her how sensitive and what a crybaby she's always been up until this point.

"Yes-"

Levi steps closer with a grin. "Do you want me to kiss your little tears away, sweetling? Maybe my attention is that valuable to you? Do you want me to call you a good girl? Maybe you even want more than that, I wouldn't put it past you... A woman as needy like you would even put out for a little bit of attention, wouldn't she?"

She goes silent, not saying a word. Anger makes his eye twitch, she was doing so well, practically begging for his attention, now there was nothing? Even if he hated to admit it, this lack of emotions was worrying him, she had never acted this way. He figures if bringing up her insecurity worked once it will work again to get any kind of reaction from her.

"Now I see I hit a soft spot. Maybe you're just jealous that Petra will take your place in my bed. I can tell you that she will love it."

Evelyn continues to say nothing, Levi searches her face for any reaction until he sees her sliding her ring off. Rage burns inside him as he quickly steps over and grabs her wrist in his hand, squeezing until she winces.

"No, no no! I said no damn it! You can't just do that! The hell are you doing!? If you take that off we're over. There will be no more marriage, no more house, and no more "us". Is that what you want?!"

"Isn't that what you want?"

Levi was frustrated and upset, this wasn't fun anymore, she wasn't riled up and ready to fight she was blank and unfeeling. He wanted her to go back to how she was before all this and put that damn ring back on her finger.

"Why the hell would I want to throw away everything we've built together? We have a beautiful house, a marriage, our duties as Captain and Wife, and what, you think I'm gonna throw all that away just for some night of cheap sex? What, you think I'm a heartless bastard? Well, I'm not, especially with you. We've been together for so many years. Don't you see how bad you hurt my damn feelings when you said that?"

She stares at him wide-eyed, not expecting all this, her only reaction her lip quivering. "I'm sorry-"

"No no no, stop that, don't you dare give me that look of sorrow. I don't want to hear I'm sorry, I don't need your damn apologies. If you want to make this right again, go and put that ring back. Now."

Evelyn hesitates for a moment too long, forcing him to grab her wrist and force the ring back down her finger. With a satisfied sigh and a look of relief he stares back at him.

"There. Much better."

She just looks at the ground, not showing him what she feels, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Can't you fucking cry or something? Give me any emotion damn it, stop acting like a doll."

Again she didn't comply, stirring his wrath even more.

"I said cry! You're so good at it, do it!"

As she continued to do nothing he had enough, his hand connecting with her face as he backhanded her. Instinctually she tears up, much to his relief.

"See, you can show some emotions." He holds out his arms to her. "Now come here, and let me comfort you."

Although cautious, Evelyn complies, walking into his embrace. He held her there for a long moment, satisfied when he felt his shirt getting wet with tears. That was close, too close, he could've done permanent damage. In future he'd have to be more careful with his precious doll.

[gourdkeeper]

First of all, I am a H U G E fan of your Jamie Fics; literally obsessed! Your writing is so good!

I keep having this fantasy about being held hostage by the Mad Gear Gang, or the Crows or something (Usually you can hold your own, but their numbers just overwhelmed you), whilst on your way to meet Jamie, and he knows something isn't right, and comes to your rescue somehow? Add Fluff, and NSFW reward after being saved ;)

I'm not great at suggestions, but your writing is so awesome, I just needed to put something to you!

Thank you so much! ^^

Thank you so much!!!! Sorry it took me longer than expected to write this but here it is!! I hope it meets your expectations anon <3

Content warnings: established relationship, violence (reader gets kidnapped and roughed up), mentions of blood and wounds but nothing detailed, reader is tied and gagged until rescue, gender and sex neutral reader, mild nsfw at the end

Word count: 2429

The silence is deafening, the ringing in your ears is entirely too loud, not even your thoughts go over it. Everything's in a haze, your sight blurry, your head hanging low. You're in pain but numb simultaneously. Your forehead feels like it has been lit on fire. The sweat runs down your face and drips down onto the floor. Your clothes cling to you like you've just gone for a swim fully clothed. Why is it so warm in here? Why is it so dark? You try to move and get away but there is no give. Why can't you move? You taste the metal at your lips, why are you bleeding? You tug and feel rope burning, burrying and biting into your arms and you flinch. Your cheeks feel like tears have ran rampant and dried out just before you've came back to consciousness. Your mouth is parched. Water. You need water. Where are you? You can't think, all of your thoughts are cloudy or get scrambled up the moment they form.

You try to focus. Think. Where the hell are you? You try to tune out the ringing and buzzing. You can hear something. Someone? People are talking, you can hear someone banging their fists on a table. They're troubled over something.

Your head feels like it's spinning, if you weren't tied to a chair you would've long fallen flat on the ground.

Voices are approaching. You recognize one of them.

The door swings open at full force and the dim lights flicker on. You can barely force yourself to lift your head up to see who's there.

Thrasher?

Why... You thought you were on good terms with him.

"I can't EVER trust you guys to carry out an easy little task now can ?! I told you to take them hostage, not beat them an inch away from their lives what the fuck?"

"But boss! They fought back we couldn't just ask them politely to join us????" A smaller pawn blurts out excuses.

"Do you think I give a shit?“ Thrasher grips the smaller thug and shoves him away, "Get the hell outta my sight before I beat YOU to death!"

You can hear the guy scramble away, terrified for his own life.

You see the big gun's shoes approach in front of you but your head's much too heavy to lift and look straight at him.

*Splat*

The man spits at the ground and snarls, "This is fucking pathetic."

He takes his oversized hand and rests it on your head before pulling it up by the hair, "Yikes...look at you. You look like a pile of shit. Sorry about that buddy..."

He lets go of you and your head ragdolls down once more without a shred of resistance.

"See, the plan was to hold you hostage, not to nearly kill you but those IDIOTS" he yells as he punches the nearby wall, "obviously didn't get the memo."

The burly man pauses.

"I could never twist your arm, you're too stubborn and head strong, however. I was hoping that holding you here would let me get to someone else," he crouches down so that you can see each other, "Someone that cares for you. Yeah yeah, I know that's playing dirty... But y'know me and how I work ain't that right?"

You can't muster the strenght to speak out and answer.

Suddenly your mind flashes and your heart beat pounds at your brain. Your eyes widen.

Jamie.

You were on your way to a date with Jamie.

He must be worried sick about you.

Your mouth hangs open but no words come out.

Your head whips back painfully and you finally look at Thrasher in the eye, shock and fear painting your expression.

The piece of shit...

"Hah, finally perked up have you? Yeah. I've been trying to get to that vigilante peacekeeping idiot for awhile now. He keeps making me lose men and I've had just about enough of it."

His head draws closer to you, breath fanning on your face.

"That's when I spotted you with him being all lovey dovey and got the brilliant idea of using you as bait." He has a proud shit-eating grin across his face bigger than his stupid blue shades. "There was just nooo way that that righteous pompous fuck wouldn't come storming in here looking for his sweet little angel once he realizes you've gone missing. And that, is when I'll make sure he never fights anyone. Ever. Again."

Fear strucks you down like lightning. Jamie can surely beat Thrasher, hell, you yourself have beaten him and Jamie is a much more capable fighter than you but if he plays dirty... If he outnumbers him too greatly, the same way you were, and if he threatens him with your life... What if he wins.

Your heart threatens to leap out. You can't stand the idea of seeing your beloved master and partner getting his life beaten out of him. Specially because you were too careless and let them use you as bait.

Anger washes over you.

You want to beat this guy senseless. You want to remind him of who you are and to leave you the fuck alone together with Jamie. They're the ones causing trouble anyway! The audacity... But you can't even move. Hell, keeping your eyes open is hard enough as is. You are helpless and it makes you want to scream.

All you can hope for is that Jamie is smarter than this ruffian and doesn't let his emotions cloud his judgement if he does come to rescue...

The room has fallen silent once more. Thrasher got back up on his legs and is about to leave the room when the lightbulb above you begins flickering and shaking.

There's a commotion on the floor above. Jamie.

He has arrived.

You feel torn, you are hopeful and your heart flutters at the thought of being saved like a damsel in distress but you remember that they've been expecting him to come charging in anyway. It was their plan and he just entered the lion's den without a clue, only ready to swing to get to you.

"Well, only fitting that I put this on you yeah? Helps sell the whole hostage thing in case he makes it far enough to even lay an eye on you." He takes a rolled up bandana and shoves it into your mouth, tying it at the back and then patting your head like you're some dog.

"Boss he's here!!" A random thug yells while running past the door.

"Looks like your savior has arrived!" Thrasher flashes an ugly twisted smirk before trailing off, "Sorry about that, eh kid? Promise I'll leave you alone after I get rid of that pest!"

Your heart sinks. You start wishing and praying that Jamie goes away. Runs away and realizes it's a trap. You don't need saving. You'll be fine.

Your head is spinning once more. The commotion grows louder, there's sounds of thumping onto walls, cracks and yells. Until it grows silent.

Nothing is scarier and more nerve wracking than silence.

Seconds pass. Minutes pass.

Not a sound can be heard.

Is he looking for you?

Did he win? Did he lose?

It's hard to tell how long it has been since you've last heard a noise.

Your consciousness is running off.

You can't fall asleep, you need to stay awake. You need to know what's happening... You need to-

---

Something moves you and you feel yourself coming back to, opening your eyes slowly.

You've been laid sideways on the ground, rope being untied.

"Mhhmghph-"

Right. You're still gagged.

It's hard to look around, vision still blurry and confused from having passed out just moments before.

The figure helping and releasing you is obscured by the light against him but there's no doubt. It's Jamie, he really did come to your rescue.

His hands work the bandana out of your mouth and massage your sore jaw. Your mouth is parched.

"Are you ok? Can you hear me?"

You nod lightly while you try getting up and failing miserably.

"Jamie... I'm so sorry..." You feel tears welling up at your eyes. You feel so stupid for getting caught. He could have been hurt or even killed over this, over you getting involved with Mad Gear.

"Shhh none of that matters, you're with me now baby, you're safe." He wraps you in his jacket and envelops you in his arms, easily lifting you up and carrying you.

You can't help but cry onto his chest, you were so worried, you treasure Jamie far too much. He's wounded as well, he's limping, his lip has been busted open together with some small cuts on his left brow and you can see traces of bruising on his jaw.

"Jamie... You can put me down, you're hurt too, I'll walk!"

"Pfft, you couldn't even stand up... Don't worry about me." He looks lovingly down at you.

"...How did you know I was being held here?"

"I was worried because you're never so late and I had a feeling something was off and then. Then, they had Bao Bao Bro make a delivery to me and inside the takeaway box there was a picture, of you, roughed up together with an address."

His brow furrows as he explains. "I was so fucking angry, I just stormed in here immediately without even thinking, that's why I got hurt too but I still wiped the floor with their asses." He presses a smooch on your temple, "Anything for my angel."

"I love you so much Jamie" you pronounce your adoration while nuzzling your head on the curve of his neck.

"...! Did you fight Thrasher?" Curiousity spikes and you ask excitedly.

"That, I did, but the guy's a fraud and an even bigger coward so of course he managed to get away, tsk-"

"We'll get him together." You offer Jamie a soft smile.

---

He has carried you all the way from the Red Factory to your apartment.

He takes off your clothes and helps you clean up, disinfecting your wounds and kissing you softly before laying you in bed.

"Jamie... Will you... Will you please stay with me tonight?"

"I wasn't intending on leaving you in this state y'know?" He brushes his hand on your face, petting you lightly. "I was just gonna crash on the couch, so if you need me you know where to find m-"

"In bed. I want you in bed with me."

Your directness takes him by surprise.

"I mean, I- I can do that too. Like I said, anything for you my love." He peppers kisses on you, careful not to hurt you.

"I was so scared... I was so worried they got you..."

"You were scared? Pfft, you know I can handle myself, I don't watch over chinatown for nothing... But my heart sunk when I saw your picture-"

You wrap your arms around his waist and pull, throwing him off balance.

"Hey hey hey-! Watch out I don't wanna hurt you!" He tries to stop himself from crushing you but you couldn't care less and just squeeze him into the tightest of hugs.

"Baby..." He gently puts his arms around your head and let's you stay like this for as long as you want.

You start pressing kisses on his chest. Progressively getting more heated up. He lift your head up slightly by the chin, "What are you up to silly? You should be resting." He asks with a playful tone.

Him saving you and the idea of him roughing up everyone on his way has you turned on like no other.

"I want you Jamie."

"You want me how?"

"You know what I mean..." you whisper, looking up at him with pleading eyes

"...now?" The realization hits. "Are you... Are you sure?"

"Please... I want you inside me..."

He flushes red and feels his dick twitch as if on command.

He lets go off you and puts both arms at your sides to support his weight, "Please stop me if I hurt you at all ok?"

You nod, his concern is endearing.

"I need to payback my hero for saving me after all, no?"

---

You're both sweaty and clinging to the bedsheets. Jamie made sure you were properly worked up, going down and feasting on your sex and driving you to the edge before inserting himself into you.

The room is filled with sweet nothings swapped between each other and moans.

He's kissing you passionately as his thrusting grows more erratic by the second.

"Does that feel good?“ He breaks away from the kiss momentarily to check in on you.

You're too lost in pleasure you continuously whimper "don't stop" and "more", his name escaping your lips at times.

He takes it as a yes and keeps going, trying his best to hold it in himself.

"You're so perfect baby, you take me so well."

You didn't do missionary very often but he enjoyed it quite a lot. He liked being able to see you react to his performance, he liked it when your eyes rolled and your mouth hung open because the pleasure is overwhelming you. He liked that he could always kiss you while shoving himself balls deep in you. It was hot. It was sweet.

You liked it too, being able too see him grow needier for you and having the possibility of locking him tight with your legs and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"Jamie..!" You know you're not going to last much longer, your nails raking his back, your chest heaving heavily.

"Come with me, c'mon..." He speeds up and lifts your hips upwards. "Come with me baby...!"

You both manage to ride out your orgasms at the same time, he's holding tight onto you, peppering kisses all over your neck and chest and you're breathlessly mewling for him and digging your nails on his shoulder blades.

"I love you so much Jamie..!"

"I love you too..." He tries to regain his breath and slows down, hands massaging your ass as he gently pulls out, seed seeping from your entrance, leaving you empty.

"Imma need to clean up more than just your wounds now huh?“ He gets back up on his feet next to you in bed and picks you up once more. "What do you say to taking a bath together?" He winks with a sweet smile on his lips.

"I would love nothing more." You radiate with joy.

You couldn't possibly be any happier.

[fictionkinfessions]

I've typed up and deleted a lot of very intense and often negative or pleading-for-forgiveness type posts. And I don't want that to be the mark I made with this kin. (At least Yet.) I don't want to dwell on my childhood. Instead, I will leave a positive message - one I know I can make without any caveats (as of right now, as I am unfortunately still working through my childhood and family feelings lmfao)

(implied rare pair things ahead, I warn bcuz I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable.)

To sokka of the water tribe, thank you for being insufferable and refusing to leave me alone for months while I was locked in a cell and repeatedly tried to light your hair on fire. I still can't quite wrap my head around the why but I'm glad you did. Perhaps I started as a personal project, perhaps it was stubborness. who knows, who cares, you saved my life. You were the first person to get me to be kind. It took fucking months, maybe even over a year of consistent visits and outstretched hands, but eventually I reached back. I still remember it. I remember the look on your face when I offered you a gift purely for the sake of it, because I remembered you liked it, because you were my friend - my only friend and I wanted to make you happy. Because I thought you'd do some goofy ahh fist bump bcuz i gave you a bread roll. It like... It felt like for the first time in my entire life, someone was earnestly proud of me.

No matter how many times i snapped, screamed, bit and barked, no many how many times I called you worthless or - probably slurs? You didn't back out, you didn't bend to me pushing you away. You said fuck you I'm gonna be your friend wether you like it or not you edgy bitch. And then you did. That's something no one, not my brother, not my uncle, not your sister, not the damn avatar was ever able to push through. They all gave up on me, believed my own press. They accepted that I was a monster, that I didn't want help, and so I couldn't be helped. But you pushed and pushed and pushed until I finally learned to stop biting the hand that was trying to feed me. Until I gave back, until I learned that bonds were built not with fear, but with joy and connection. With earnest love to see the one you care about happy. To give him your bread roll or dessert thing - I don't remember - just because you knew it would make him happy. Because one stubborn bastard picked your sorry ass as someone he wanted to try and help.

I'd apologize for being terribly clingy after being released but frankly I do not regret it. That is my emotional support water tribe boy. You saved me, sokka. And beyond that, beyond all that you WERE my friend. You were funny and charming and an absolute delight to be around. You were a brilliant fighter and leader, and a joy to spar with, a joy to talk to, and eventually, if I may be so forward, a joy to have loved. I'm forever grateful that I found someone so annoyingly persistent. Thank you for believing in me, thank you for being kind to me, thank you for being annoying and insufferable and obnoxious and funny, and for being in my life.

I'm aware this message will make no goddamn sense to 99% of people who see it, I know my canon is weird as hell, and frankly odds are no one will recognize whatever the hell I am talking about. (tldr sokka was nice to me so hard in prison I was redeemed.) But I don't mind, I suppose as with all of my other scrapped letters this one is more for myself. But I hope anyone who passes by at least gets a kick out of my story. And hopefully getting this off my chest can help me cope and think about the rest of everyone else.

Oh and while I'm here might as well - big ups to katara as well. you were a mega bitch for awhile but so was I, we got better. couldn't have asked for a better sister in law ❤️ (there's more nice things I could say about you but this has been so long already, perhaps you'll come up again in my next fucking MEMOIR of an anon)

-azula #🔥❤️🧨 (of atla, to mpc if it's not obvious by this point lol)

[willowfolksong]

I just scrolled through your works for these requests and I'm really enjoying them. Are you still taking one 😃? Can I request for clingy Omi in the morning? Just two couples deeply in love cuddling, kissing, pampering each other with love and all that... Maybe a bit spicy at the end 👀? I'm a sucker for a guy named Sakusa Kiyoomi 😩 Thank you! 😋

lazy mornings I

Part I - Part II

- Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

- SFW, very suggestive

a/n: hiiiiii anon!!! I feel you. I'm a sucker for Sakusa as well just look at him 🥺❤ I'm sooooo glad you're enjoying my works!!! That makes me so glad 🥺✨ Also! Fun fact! I have a veeeeery similar request with Sakusa too about some lazy spicy stuff in bed if you know what I mean. So instead of combining both, that one will be a part two of this one, with more steamy content 😌 SO ANON THAT REQUESTED THAT SPICY PART WITH OUR BABY, IF YOU'RE SEEING THIS, YOURS WILL COME SOON! Am I writing too much Sakusa? Yes. Do I mind? No, I want more. Do I Love him? Yes. Coffee? Two cups pls.

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

The morning light paints the room in a soft yellow hue. You open your eyes with a smile, feeling warm and safe under the blankets, bathed in the first rays of sun that shine through the window. The feeling of your boyfriend's lips on your neck only makes you smile even wider

"Good morning to you too" you tell him, voice raspy from lack of use, and Sakusa hums and keeps kissing you, his hands slowly sliding the straps of your blouse down your shoulders.

"You shouldn't sleep on this" he whispers, nipping at the skin of your shoulder "You're always sweaty in the morning"

You chuckle, and try to turn around to kiss him properly, but his hands take quick hold of your hips to keep you in place, and you immediately understand the silent request.

There's no use on arguing when he gets like this, during those mornings when he wants to be the one who showers you with love.

"I'm always sweaty because of what we do during the night" you say, and he smiles against your skin. A shy, proud smile that you know very well "And because of what we do at midnight as well"

"Then maybe you should sleep without anything on" he concludes, and you lift your head and your right shoulder to help him finally pull your blouse down all the way, leaving you in nothing but your panties below the sheets.

"Without anything on? You? Saying that?" you ask, biting your lip when he starts teasing the hem of your panties with a finger "You're always telling me to wear a mask outside, but you want me sleeping naked in bed?"

He grunts, his main focus being cuping your butt in his large hands.

God, they're huge.

You try to squirm towards him, to feel the front of his shorts, but he stills you in place once more.

"Outside there's too many people" he tells you, tracing the length of your spine with his hand. You shiver at the contact, your own hands fisting the sheets "In here, there's just you and me"

"Oh, I see"

He finally hugs you, bringing you against his chest and then you feel him... The pressure of his hard cock against your bottom. "I want this. All the time. Just you and me"

"Yeah?"

"People are just too much" he kisses your neck once more, and his hands slide to your front, purposely avoiding your breasts and settling on your belly "I only need you"

You smile, teary eye, because his words hold an even more special meaning now, with the shiny ring on your finger. You lift your hand to see it clearly in the light,— the stone the same color of your eyes— and Sakusa stops moving to lift his head from behind you, his chin coming to rest on your hair.

"I think I told you this before, but I love it" you say, sighing dreamily "It's perfect"

"You deserve nothing more" he says, and you take advantage of his momentary distraction to finally turn around and kiss him on the lips, your soon to be husband groaning as you press your chest against his and your hands play with his unruly hair.

"I love you, Omi" you tell him, pecking his nose and then his chin "Did you know that?"

He looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes, as he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear "I know that, yes. And I love you"

"And did you also know I can't wait to marry you?" you ask, and he hums, glancing down at the ring in your finger and then back at your face, a little secret smile dancing on his lips.

"For all intents and purposes, you're already my wife"

You chocke, sitting up quickly. He just stays down, watching you amused "Really?"

"Of course. We've shared this appartment for two years, and we've been dating for longer than that" he explains, his eyes looking up to the ceiling in thought. You feel your face heat up at his words "It's only logical that I see you as my wife already. I've probably been considering you that for a long time now. The ring is only a formality. And something I knew you would appreciate, of course"

"Wait but how long?" you ask, and he looks back at you "How long have you thought of me like that?"

He tilts his head to the side, his hair covering half of his face in a mess of dark curls "Probably since around the time we finished high school. I knew by then that I wouldn't be able to be with anyone else"

He says it so casually that you think you might combust into flames, and so to avoid that you fall on top of him, desperately searching for his lips. He manages to turn you over, positioning himself on top of you, and there's not a better view than Sakusa Kiyoomi on top, his arms caging you on the bed, his eyes filled with promises you know he'll fulfill.

"We should celebrate" you say, in a whisper, and your boyfriend leans down to brush his nose against yours, murmuring his words against your lips.

"And I'm planning to start the celebration right now"

[lumin3sc3]

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 >:)

They lost to you in a card fight, not knowing the consequences that were behind it.

Warnings: Nothing! (Maybe small Luke angst, so small its not even considered angst ^^, a pet name in Vyn's, dunno if this is a warning but I just thought to put it in. )

Note: Tysm to the lovely anon who recommended this idea! Sorry if this is short in different parts, this is also my first time doing a multi char sort of thing. I apologize if this sucks btw, I'm not the proudest of this fic either, but I tried :") , but lmk how it is! (forgive me if the pics look a bit weird, idk what happened)

He had a look of disappointment as he smiled helplessly. He extended his arm, "Good job, you did well."

You shook his hand vigorously with a smug look plastered on your face with hands on the sides of your hips, "Hehe, I know, you'd never stand a chance against me!"

He was trying to be a good sport, but you really weren't letting him lmfao.

"Anyway, you know the deal." You snicker as an evil smile creeps up on your face. Vyn nodded, accepting his fate.

He stared at the bright red bowl of noodles in front of him and winced slightly.

You nudge him, shoving a spoon into his face, not giving him time to move back.

You expected a large and extravagant reaction from him, but he just ate the noodles and coughed twice before wiping his lips with a napkin delicately.

Once he completed the bowl, he kept the cutlery down and took a sip of water, all while looking polite and mannered. You widened your eyes, but before you could say anything,

He pats your shoulder and gives you a kiss on the cheek, "Well, that was pretty entertaining, don't you think, dear?"

His head was buried in his arms from shame, as you aggressively attacked him with insults (lmfao).

"This is not fair! I'm sure you had some cheat card or something. "

"Are you calling me a cheater?! I WON MY VICTORY FAIR AND SQUARE!" you exclaim angrily at his accusation, your face flushed.

"i-WHAT?!" It seemed like you managed to make this bite him back as well.

As you both had agreed upon at the start of the game, you pulled out the bowl of noodles. You watched in pure happiness as he stared at the noodles in absolute disgust. It's not that Marius couldn't handle spicy food...he'd just rather not. He takes a deep breath before engulfing the spoon of noodles whole.

You started laughing as Marius slammed his fists on the wooden table in a very aggressive manner. He could not speak as his mouth was filled with the noodles. So he frantically signals at you as you can see small drops of tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

And what do you do? You sat and watched nonchalantly as you crossed your legs one over another. And to pour salt on the wound, you drink a large cup of milk and sigh happily. He shoots you a vexed look, threatening to throw the fork in his hand. You pour another cup of milk. (as slowly as possible, lmao), As you push it in front of him, your cheek rests on your hand as you smile at him innocently.

"You want this right?". He nods, agitated.

"Well..." The pads of your index finger circle the rim of the glass, as you think intently, "..Only if you say I'm better than you in every conceivable way!" You chirp merrily.

Mere words could not express the anger Marius had towards you right now. He chokes out a "yes," which you then ask him to repeat.

"Sorry I couldn't hear you...mind repeating it again?" You hold back a giggle by covering your mouth.

"Yes...you are better than me in every conceivable way." His words came out muffled, but you could feel the anger that seethed out of him.

You then hand him the cup, as you see him gulp it down faster than you even thought was humanely possible. You laughed loudly as you saw him gasping for air and cursing at you.

"I'm never doing this with you again." He expresses his displeasure, his face flushed with red.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I promise not to do it again." You give him a kiss on the cheek, grinning happily.

He tries to come up with a different solution, but you won't budge.

You fold your arms as you shake your head, "Nope! Absolutely not! Plus you promised, and you wouldn't break your word, would you?" you pout as you blink at him innocently.

He sighs deeply. Just what will he do with you?. He nods, grabbing the bowl from your hands and looking at you in fear and agony.

His bright, cheery coral eyes had turned gloomy.

"Y-you don't think this is a bit...too spicy?"

"Nope! I think you can handle it. I know you can!" You enthusiastically cheer him on and give him an affirmative pat on the shoulder. You'd be lying if you didn't feel slightly culpable for your actions. You knew Luke could not handle spice very well, yet you chose to make him do this for his defeat.

He gulps slightly, beads of sweat trickling from his forehead. He then puts the spoonful in his mouth. Once he swallows it, he sits still as you bite your nails in brewing anticipation. But it doesn't take long for him to panic. Soon he gets up, almost tipping the chair he was formerly sitting on. He starts breathing heavily.

It doesn't take long before his face is vivid red, and he's practically a human tomato. Soon, tears roll down his face as he tries to wipe them quickly while occasionally blowing his nose. You couldn't handle seeing the poor boy suffer any longer, so you grabbed the cup of milk you kept nearby and handed it to him, while rubbing his back in a soothing manner, in an effort to comfort his frantic state.

You iterate apologies to him frantically as he denies it's your fault and blames his weak spice tolerance. After a few minutes of banter, you tug on his sleeve and pull him closer into a warm embrace. You press a kiss on his cheek before scolding him, "Stop always blaming things on yourself! We both know it's not your fault! " You huff at him angrily.

"Sorry," he laughs as he rubs the back of his neck apologetically.

"Let's not do that again. You almost broke the chair when you got up, Luke." You giggled as you hugged him.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. Don't bring it up now."

"I don't mind doing it, but you're sure we can't agree on something else?" he inquires once more.

"Yup. Affirmative. I've never felt more confident in my life." You nod, completely assured of your choice.

"Whatever you say, then." He takes the bowl and grabs a spoonful, but before putting it in his mouth, he stares at it. The color was so bright, it slightly concerned him.

"So you're sure nothing will happen to me if I eat this?"

"...It depends on your spice tolerance." You sheepishly answer.

That wasn't exactly a confident response, was it?

Regardless, he eats it, because he did promise you, and he's a man of his words.

He sits still for a minute and then shrugs, "Oh, its not as bad as I though-" But his words were harshly cut off by a sharp sting in his throat.

He tightly clutches the fork in his hands, not wanting to curse or yell out loudly. His knuckles turned white with the amount of force he was exerting on the cutlery (poor fork :")

"Artem? Are you alright?" You're fretting.

"Yes, I'm quite alright...you needn't worry." He says that, but he's choking on his own words.

You hand him some milk anxiously, and he takes it without hesitation. It seems as though he was trying to act as if it didn't affect him. Unfortunately, it didn't work.

Once he calms down, you ask him, "You were trying to act tough, weren't you?" You snicker.

"I-well." He stumbles on his words.

"Good try, but sadly it didn't work. Actions speak louder than words, they say." You tease him playfully.

He coughs, "Well, i hope you don't let anyone know about this then. I doubt Celestine would let this die, if she knew."

"Of course, of course." You oblige, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

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[sillyrabbit81]

Hi dear

I'm a big fan of your writing, especially the way you write Sy. Love it. If you are still taking prompts, I have one.

How would Henry and his characters react to having an Erectile dysfunction?

I think that topic is not being discussed enough.

🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for the ask Anon. I was having trouble with this ask so I discussed it with @henryobsessed and we worked on it together. To be fair, she did most of it! If you haven’t read any of her work I suggest you visit her blog and take a look at her Masterlist . She is a great friend and has a wonderful perspective and a unique style. I love her!

@henryobsessed here I have to interject and have my say too, I loved this request, it was so much fun finding creative ways to discuss a delicate subject. And for the record I may have done more characters but @sillyrabbit81 wrote more words per character HAHAHA. You are a wonderful Friend and Cavill sister you inspire and push me to be myself and I cannot be more grateful. That being said have fun reading guys 😊

Summary: Situations in which Henry and his characters suffer erectile dysfunctions

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: smut, masturbation (m), oral sex (m and f receiving), anal play, p in v sex, bad medical advice, incorrect use of prescription medication, bodily fluids, period sex, drunk sex, Dom/sub relationship, descriptions of violence and death,

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Erectile Dysfunction Headcanon

Henry Cavill

Henry had been filming for months and now he was headed home for a week’s break. You sat there waiting in the tinted people mover, as Henry was ushered to the car. Lights blinded you as the door opened, he climbed in, and smiling a weary grin, he pulled you into a big bear hug. He missed you so much.

That night, he fell into your arms in a passionate embrace. You had both craved each other, missing one another’s touch. As the night progressed, you noticed things were different. For the first forty minutes you were ecstatic, he had bought you to orgasm three times. Your body was super sensitive, but every time he seemed to be close himself, the phone would ring, indicating someone needed him. You had switched it off after an hour, having enough, and wanting his undivided attention.

Henry had managed to stay hard, but after an hour and a half, it was beginning to be painful for you, and he seemed no closer. Eventually, he flopped beside you, drained from the physical exertion.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s like I’m right there, but I can’t let go.”

You brought him into your arms, and caressing his back said, “Don’t worry love. It will be ok. Just give yourself a day, and maybe we can shut your phone off. I think the stress it is causing you might be a big part of the problem.”

He huffed at the thought. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe.” He sighed and soon you heard soft snores spilling from his lips.

Walter Marshall

It had been a long day, scratch that a long month. Walter had been working day and night to catch a serial killer. That night as he came home, he couldn’t forget the latest victim. What they had found had turned his stomach. In all the years he had been on the force, nothing could have prepared him for what they found that night.

Arriving home he collapsed on the bed, he was so physically exhausted, and for once sleep immediately consumed him. He woke nearly twelve hours later to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. He groaned; he had forgotten it was his two-year anniversary with you. Walking into the bathroom he washed his face, staring at the blood shot eyes reflected back at him.

“Come on man, get it together. You promised her,” Walter tried to fire himself up. It was no use, he was spent. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen wrapped his arms around you and breathed in the soft floral scent in your hair. For the first time in days, he felt a spark within himself, and although the horrific images still played on his mind, he felt a slight peace. He kissed your head, relieved, something could still reach him, something was still good. “Happy anniversary, love,” he growled.

After a wonderful breakfast, Walter sat on the couch with you and the two of you cuddled while watching a movie. His eyes kept sliding shut, his exhaustion made worse by his full belly. His fatigue became even more apparent when after reaching your hand beneath the blanket, you could not bring his flaccid muscle to attention.

Normally this situation would turn heated quickly, you had a way with your tongue that often had him begging for more. But Walter couldn’t get rid of the images in his mind, the battered and dismembered bodies, and the fact they were no closer to catching the killer weighed most heavily on his thoughts.

After half an hour of you trying to arouse him, Walter said in a resigned voice, “Sorry love, I don’t think I can.” With eyes that spoke of immense pain he looked at you and asked, “Could we please just cuddle? I think I need that more than anything right now.” In that moment he knew you were the one for him. He had expected huffing or crying because you thought you weren’t good enough or you asking him to please you. Instead, you had adjusted your position, so he was tucked into your body, holding him close while your hand stroked his curls.

A calm filled his soul as you whispered, “I am here for whatever you need my love. Rest now.”

Captain Syverson

You were just about to turn the light off and go to sleep when you heard the front door open with a crash and heard a rough curse. You grin, Sy was home and wasn’t sober. You knew what that meant, rough, wild, primal fucking. You quickly turn the light off and hide under the covers, well acquainted with the game, you knew how to play your part.

“Where are ya, woman?” Sy’s voice boomed at your bedroom door. “Don’t think you can hide from me. I’m hungry!”

You peek out from under the blanket, Sy had turned the light on again and was quickly undressing. You lick your lips, watching your big furry ox as he dropped his jeans, and his cock was revealed already on its way to being hard. Turning suddenly, he saw you, and you yelped covering your face again. “I see you woman, don’t play shy!” You giggle nervously, excited, your core already dampening with arousal.

Sy pulls the covers back and smirks as he sees you’re already naked waiting for him, “You’re a cheeky little thing ain’tcha?” You bite your lip, opening your legs slightly, inviting him in. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you down the bed and gets on his knees. A low growl emanates from his throat before he dives between your legs feasting on you with an eagerness that brings you swiftly to your peak.

Licking at his lips and sucking on his glistening whiskers, he stands up pumping his cock getting it ready. Your brows pull together, puzzled, he’s always hard when he eats you out. You don’t have time to dwell on it because he’s soon ready. Sy flips you onto your knees before he enters and begins his assault on your core.

Something is wrong though, you can feel him falling out of you. Did he cum already? Sy mumbles curses, pulling out and you turn around and see him fisting himself again as he slips his fingers inside you. In a few moments he is hard again, removing his fingers and replacing it with his cock. You sigh, relieved, as he builds his rhythm, and you hear him start to groan. But soon, it happens again, and try as he might he just can’t stay hard.

“Fuck,” Sy growls. You turn around and see the look on his face, a mix of frustration and embarrassment that melts your heart. “I think I drank too much Sugar,” he says, running his hand over his short hair. “Fuck. This hasn’t happened… Fuck!”

“Hey!” you say sharply to get his attention.

“What?” Sy replies just as sharply, but he doesn’t look at you.

“It’s fine, Baby,” you assure him. You see him jut his jaw and you reach up and cup his cheeks, making him look at you. “It’s ok. You’re just a little too drunk,” you smile and give him a soft kiss. “It happens.”

“Not to me it don’t.”

“It’s not forever,” you say. “Come on, let’s go to sleep. I’m sure it’ll be back normal in the morning.” You kiss him again and pull his head down to whisper in his ear, “maybe you could wake me up like you did last week.” You pull back and smirk raising your eyebrows.

Sy grins, still a little sheepish, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes again, “You’re a good thing, Sugar.” He kisses your forehead and says, “I love you.”

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt had never in his life had this happen before. The bar maid who had eagerly agreed to keep his bed warm on this cold winter’s night, gaped in confusion.

How could it be? She thought, All the myths about Witcher’s said they were virile and could last most of the night. She had been consumed with the thought ever since The White Wolf had arrived in the area and was quick to accept his offer to take her to his bed. She was bitterly disappointed and pouted at Geralt. Her sweet, plump lips alone should have been enough to make his cock stand, but tonight it lay unmoving, and useless.

That blasted sorcerer, it must have been him who had cast a curse on Geralt. It could be the only explanation for his inadequate showing. Looking at the poor wench beside him, Geralt pitied her. She had been most eager to satisfy his needs tonight, giving a valiant effort to arouse him. No matter, he had other ways to enjoy bringing her to the height of pleasure. Granted he didn’t normally concern himself with their needs as his own normally coincided with theirs. But tonight, his fingers, and tongue would be adequate until he broke the curse and returned to give her what she truly deserved.

Mike

The party had been epic, the drinks flowed, pot was smoked in abundance and Mike had managed to capture the attentions of a wonderful long legged blonde beauty. She helped him back to her apartment and his heart rate raised as she slowly stripped him, leaving him in all his naked glory. Laying on the bed he watched as she did a strip tease for him, her perky breasts bouncing as she jiggled her ample peach in his face.

But something was wrong, the situation was right, she was right but… he held his hand out to the two or was it three beauties before him. One took his hand as he guided her to sit in his lap. He caressed her as they kissed, his tongue violating her mouth with as much enthusiasm as his inebriated self could manage. Even with her grinding against him nothing happened.

“Shit” he swore.

The girl frowned and her lips seemed to move in twisted patterns which stilled again before she snickered. An evil cackle reverberated in her throat and her face twisted into that of a demented creature. “Can’t get it up, boy?” she taunted as she continued to laugh. She collected his clothes and managed to push him out of her bedroom and into the night. Standing in the cold with only his briefs covering his body, he stumbled as he began his walk of shame home.

August Walker

August Walker was hands down, far and away, the greatest lover you have ever had. He was the only man who had ever been able to keep up with you, your average session lasting for four hours. He was able to cum and get hard again faster than any guy you had ever been with too.

But being with August meant following The Rules. There were many Rules, rules which governed how you would dress when you saw him, how you were groomed, how you were to address him and when you could contact him. There were punishments too, but you had been a good girl, never broken any of his rules, so you never gave the punishments a thought.

One of the many Rules was absolutely no snooping. He said it was for your protection as much for his privacy. You didn’t know exactly how August made his money, but you assumed it had to be from some sort of illegal activity. So, you obeyed this rule as you did the others until one evening after a marathon session, you realised you got your period. You were shocked August hadn’t said anything, clearly he had continued to fuck you while you were bleeding. You started opening his bathroom cupboards searching for a tampon or pad or something, hoping you wouldn’t have to stuff your panties with toilet paper until you got home.

You opened the cupboard behind the mirror and were surprised to see a pill bottle with little blue tablets. You recognised them and after checking the label and confirming it you were speechless. August used Viagra? But, it didn’t seem possible that he would need it, his stamina was out of this world… unless…

“What do you think you are doing Petal?” August said from the doorway, a box of tampons and a towel was in his hands.

Quickly recovering your senses, you grabbed the box and towel out of his hands and kissed his cheek saying, “Looking for those. Thank you, August.”

Quicker than you thought possible you were bent over the counter, cheek pushed into the stone benchtop. “You found my pills,” August said coldly. Leaning his body over yours, his weight pushed down on you, holding you in place as he kicked your legs apart. You muffled a cry as you felt him hard again against your ass. “I don’t need them, for most women, Petal. But for particularly slutty, insatiable, cock hungry brats such as yourself, it’s a necessary assistance.”

“I didn’t mean to pry,” you murmured, hoping he would take pity on you. Tears welled in your eyes as his finger pressed against your ass, forcing your tight muscles apart and you cried as he entered you. “I’m sorry, August.”

“My dear sweet, Pet,” August grunted as he violated you with a second finger. “If you aren’t sorry now, you will be.”

Napoleon Solo

Napoleon had been watching the siren from a distance all night. Her lithe body commanded all around to her attention. After she finished singing her call to the night goddess, he made his move. Two drinks in hand he set his sights and went in for the kill.

The two danced, drank and now were in her apartment, laid out on her bed he was happily pleasing her, mouth buried between her delicious thighs. His tongue flicked expertly over her button bringing her to climax, exciting his body, he climbed forward and for the first time that night claimed her lips. They kissed passionately until something changed, his mind grew foggy, and his cock deflated.

“Aww, is the great Casanova having trouble?” she laughed her sweet siren song changing to a bitter retort. His confused eyes tried to fix on hers as she began to distort, her last words filling his gut with fear. “Don’t worry love. I’ll take good care of you Napoleon Solo.”

Clark Kent

Clark was in college and his new friend Tommy was egging him on to take Crystal out for a date. He couldn’t understand why the cheerleader wanted to take him out. He wasn’t anything special as far as she knew, but she had been flirting with him all week.

Dinner was nice and Clark was surprised when Crystal suggested they return to her share house for dessert. Nervous as he was around her, he was pleased when after ice cream he had allowed her to talk him into a make out session in her room. They had only been in the room a few moments when he had felt strange. They had been kissing, it was enjoyable, but his stomach had begun to feel off and he felt unusually tired and weak.

The more they kissed the more frustrated he was to realise he wasn’t getting a rise out of his little friend. He noticed a pendant hanging on the wall near her bed, the green stone glowed eerily at him giving him a bad vibe. After a few more moments he politely excused himself, saying he must have eaten something off. Clarke murmured apologies and gave promises that he would call her and he left. Strangely, by the time he left her house he felt better, as if he had never felt ill at all. He was only a little upset that he had ruined his chances with Crystal, something about that pendant made him hope he would never see it again.

Charles Brandon

Charles sat in the apothecary rooms, wondering what he had gotten himself in for. The King had recommended him when Charles confided in his friend of his problem.

“So young man, why are you here?” the old man asked, his face kind but stern.

“Well, I’ve been having trouble, when I pee it burns and well, I can get an erection, but it deflates quickly and sometimes I cannot get one at all. I’m also having abdominal pain.”

The old man chuckled. After examining the affected area, he turned to his wall of potions. Pulling together some salves, and powdered herbs he turned to address the Charles. “Here, rub this on the affected area twice a day, and drink this tea three times a day.” The apothecary paused and said with a grin, “And finally, give the ladies from court a rest for a bit, you will regain your vigour again.”

Shame and chagrin filled Charles as he pulled his coverings back over his privates. Taking the medicines, he snuck out of the room trusting that no one saw him, and hoping against all hope, that this would work.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock sits back in satisfaction, marvelling at his new invention. Based on some literature he read from the America’s he perfected the design and made it fit himself perfectly.

Having commissioned the glass tube and rubber attachments, the contraption worked by winding a small handle, creating the necessary suction to create a vacuum, pooling enough blood into his cock to make it erect. By placing a rubber ring at the base of his shaft, he found he was able to maintain an erection for approximately thirty minutes. He could even bring himself to orgasm by his own hand.

It really was a delightful invention. Now, he just had to find that little vixen of a maid and see if it worked with her too. Perhaps he should try and use her mouth first.

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