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[thehandsresisthim]

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I don’t know if you��re still around but I love your username! “The Hands Resist Him” was a painting that scared the DAYLIGHTS out of me as a child. It was surreal to see it mentioned while browsing the Shigaraki x Y/N tag 😭✨

you’re the first person to get where my username comes from!! the painting actually kinda reminds of shiggy so that’s where the name comes from!! 💕

also i just thought it sounded cool haha ❤️

[thehandsresisthim]

“tranquility” II.

part one: https://www.tumblr.com/thehandsresisthim/760808090797064192/tranquility-contains-yandere-link-botwtotk-x

contains: yandere link (botw/totk) x reader, nothing too explicit, but still 18+, ise-kaid reader but it kinda just starts when you’re already in hyrule, maybe i’ll post the next ‘chapters’ the following weeks if i remember to ehem

word count: ~1500

You’re seriously having a blast, walking through the trees and picking up random mushrooms - but only the ones that he deemed safe. It’s a pretty relaxing activity. You also manage to find some apples - although you have to jump a bit to get them.

You smile at the memory of Link having to climb up one of the trees to reach a particularly high up apple - and then you had just jumped up a little and got it for him. You catch yourself thinking that the height difference between the both of you is cute.

You place all of your findings in your tote bag. Although you originally planned on using it for shopping… getting isekai’d whilst holding onto your luggage at the train station certainly had its advantages.

You hope that your bulkier belongings, and the suitcase itself, are still safe at the village you left it at. Although your dead laptop is certainly useless here, except perhaps for the rare materials inside of it, you still somehow hope that you’ll be able to take it back with you, should you return home.

Home… you wonder how time works in this weird setup. You hope that once you get home - well, back at the train station you first disappeared from, maybe - no time at all has changed. But you don’t know.

You try to shake the thought away. Link had made it very clear to the family he left your suitcase with that they’re not supposed to touch it, and although you appreciate how careful he is with your belongings… you thought that ominously grabbing the handle of his sword whilst speaking was a bit much. Maybe that was just how he was used to handling things…

You kneel down in order to get a look at another mushroom. As you pick it up, you notice that the forest floor has completely dried, and as you walk towards a spot where the treetops don’t connect, you close your eyes for a moment and soak in the sun.

It has since moved up from its previous spot quite a bit - although it is not noon yet, now, everything is fully illuminated. On instinct, you reach for your wrist to have a look at your watch - only to find nothing there. One of the downsides of owning a smartwatch. You had taken it off and left it in the suitcase once the battery died, same as your headphones, phone, iPad and laptop.

You hope that you weren’t gone for too long. Luckily, the big mountain to your left is a clear indicator of where to find the temporary camp, since you stayed relatively close to it, so you know which direction you have to go in. You slowly make your way through the trees. The last few metres of walking are especially easy; you can see the fire by now.

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He wants to scream in frustration. How could he be so caught up in his fantasy about a future with you, that he didn’t manage to notice you disappearing? There’d be no future with you if you were gone… he gets sick just thinking about it.

Something must’ve taken you. Probably some monster… it’s probably attempting to use you as bait. He wants to punch something in anger; how dare they! He has to get you back, and then, you’re never, never leaving his sight again. How could he have let that happen? You’re so precious, so fragile, you’ve never even held a sword in your life. You’re defenceless.

He’s supposed to be your defence. He’s held a sword since he could walk. He defeated another knight in combat when he was four. He’s made to fight monsters and to protect you so that you can be fragile and precious and defenceless. Since he’ll always be there to fill those roles for you.

He begins to follow the footsteps you left in the mud. The imprints on the bottom of the shoes are rather peculiar. It looks a bit like a star at some part of the pattern. He asked about it when you first came here. You had told him that the shoes were called ‘conversion’ or something along those lines.

He had thought that that was very interesting, however, a spark of jealousy burned in his chest when he discovered that a male's name was written in cursive near the star logo on the sides of the shoe. You had chuckled a little bit when he asked about it, and told him that it was simply the name of the man involved in creating the shoes.

This calmed him down a little. Still, a part of him couldn’t wait until the shoes wore down enough so that he could buy you a nice pair of boots. Only the best for you… precious you, fragile you, probably currently held hostage by some monster… His anger flared up again.

He now walks a bit quicker, and noticed how irregular the pattern you walked was - almost like you were running from tree to tree. You probably tried to fight off or escape your attacker… he growls a little from anger. You shouldn’t have to fight. He’s the one who should be fighting. You’re not made for swords and arrows and shields and bows. That should be his burden to carry. He’s even angrier that he made it yours. He’ll never let that happen again.

He quickly turns around, back to the camp, as he hears someone walk towards it. He’s not close enough to make out who’s coming closer just yet. Was it some monster, looking to steal something? Trying to mock him for losing you? He draws his sword.

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You get closer and closer to the fireplace, tote bag slung over your shoulder. You notice that you somehow ended up walking a half-circle around the camp. You had left the camp with the mountain to your left, and now, it’s on your left again. You look around. Your travelling companion is nowhere to be seen.

You shrug and walk towards the fire and place the tote bag near the bundled up bedroll. You sit down by the fire. You close your eyes.

But you’re only granted a minute of relaxation, before the noise of a bunch of… angry-sounding footsteps, in rapid succession, sound out near you. You open your eyes and whip around.

Your hand reaches into the left front pocket of your pants, reaching for your knife. You pry open your pocket knife and grasp the handle tightly in your dominant hand.

You squint your eyes, trying to make out where the noise is coming from - but you can’t make out anyone. ‘Fuck!‘ you think, and try to focus harder.

‘Maybe it’s an invisible monster!‘ some part of your mind suggests. ‘If it already got him, you’re definitely screwed!‘

You decide to continue to stay in place, near the fireplace. You try to focus on your breathing. Maybe the monster hasn’t seen you yet. Maybe you’re still safe…

You see movement between the trees… It’s humanoid, at the very least. You squint your eyes again… it’s coming closer…

Thinking swiftly, you quickly hide behind a nearby tree. It‘s older than the thinner trees, and therefore, thick enough to easily hide you. You don’t really know what to do next…

The tree seems rather sturdy… maybe you should climb it? Maybe that‘ll keep the monster(s?) off your back…

A scream of your name pulls you away from your thoughts.

You stick your head out from behind the tree, and see Link running towards you.

“Hello, wha-“ is all you manage to get out, before the hero throws his arms around you, causing you to drop your pocket knife as he’s engulfing you in a heartfelt hug.

“You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay…” he repeats over and over, mumbling into your shirt, his head pressed against your chest. Is he… crying a little?

You somewhat awkwardly return the hug. “Link?” you ask in a confused tone. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“It-it’s all my fault!” the hero whimpers, “I was too focused on making food, and when I turned around, you were- you were-“

“Uhm… I was foraging. Looking for mushrooms.” You show him the tote bag, filled with different mushrooms.

This explanation doesn’t seem to calm him down. “I-I left you out of my sight… anything could’ve happened to you… This area is dangerous… What if you encountered a monster? Or tripped and fell? Or accidentally ran into something, or, or…” He cries out. “I can’t… Never again, please…”

“O…okay…” you answer and hug the hero a little tighter. You think that this is a bit excessive. Then again… he knows the area, and the monsters, better than you do. And, if the few bits you know of his life until he met you are anything to go by, he surely has experienced a lot of loss in his life… You can understand why he wouldn’t want to risk more.

“Please, promise me, please… never again…” his grip on you tightens and he seems to shiver. You gently begin to play with his hair, in an effort to calm him. “I…I won’t do that again. I promise you.” He looks more content. After a few more moments of hugging you, he breaks up the hug. He sniffles a little and smiles up at you.

“We… we should avoid sleeping outside as much as possible.” he says in a matter-of-fact voice. You nod. “That makes sense.”

thank you for reading! part one❤️

tags: @danyzta @shaq-27

masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/thehandsresisthim/639773633401831424

[thehandsresisthim]

i am… impressed. his many arms frighten me. he is braver than i.

[thehandsresisthim]

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to sadomasochistically torture fictional characters

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TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

[thehandsresisthim]

“a test of endurance - part two”

contains: smut, gn!dom!reader x sub!johnny x sub!ghost, orgasm delay/denial, punishment, bondage (rope), nipple clamps, toys under clothing, semi-public

this work is part of a small “kinktober” thing - i sadly don’t have the time to write a lot, so instead of posting something for each day in october, i decided to try to post something on each sunday in october. here’s the first part!!

word count: ~1100

The next time you tease both your boys, it’s induced by Johnny.

On a cold Wednesday morning - Simon and Johnny are still on leave, you’ve got the day off work too - Simon wakes up to a strangled moan, mixed with a weird sensation against his thigh.

It doesn’t take longer than a second for him to recognise what’s happening - Johnny is humping against his thigh, cock catching against Simon’s boxers as it weeps, staining the fabric.

Johnny sighs and whines with every thrust, his body shaking. It’s been three days since you’ve denied them an orgasm, and Johnny, ever the needy brat, refuses to accept that.

So, waking up to you gone, presumably having left to buy some breakfast for the three of you, Johnny decides to grab the moment by its balls, having relieved himself of his clothes and now humping against Simon.

Could he have also just quickly stroked his cock, hidden away in the bathroom, to only be found guilty by the next session since he’s so bad at pretending to be desperate to cum when he really isn’t?

Sure, but Johnny is determined to drag Simon down with him. The blond bastard had it coming, he decides - boyfriend or not, Simon’s determination to be obedient is getting on his nerves.

Besides, the idea of corrupting the man into disobedience, breaking Simon’s perfect record, is very appealing.

And, - Johnny can only guess that it’s because the man is still half asleep - Simon takes the fucking bait, chomps down on it before he can realise that he’s become a fish on a hook.

“Johnny, wha’-“ he stutters out, “master told us not ta-“

And Simon reaches down, his calloused hand closing around Johnny’s weeping cock, clutching his base. Of course, he’s attempting to shove Johnny off, to make him behave by roughly tugging on his sensitive cock - Simon doesn’t want to be involved with Johnny’s disobedience.

Unfortunately for Simon, he choose the worst fucking moment to hold onto Johnny.

Unfortunately for Simon, it looks like he’s touching Johnny, giving him a handjob.

Unfortunately for Simon, you walk in at this very moment.

You almost drop the tray of breakfast you were holding, setting it down on the nightstand as you calmly walk towards your boys.

Your expression has immediately turned sour - from happy and kind to cold and mean. Johnny whimpers, but he can’t help his smirk - his eyes are betraying his excitement as he notices your disapproving glance at Simon’s hand wrapped around his cock. Simon has frozen in place, big brown eyes wide and glistening as he swallows, speechless for a second.

You sit down on the bed and look at your watch.

“You have a minute to explain yourselves.”

“I-I didn’t t-touch Johnny. ‘was only shoving him off, he was trying to hump me and I-,” Simon stutters, “I wasn’t bad, master, I wasn’t, I swear, please-“

Johnny interrupts his boyfriend’s babbling and - with a surprising gentleness - takes Simon’s hand off of his cock. Simon whines as he only realises just now that he was still holding onto his dick, which he knows looks bad. Very bad.

“Simon was touchin’ on me, master, he got my dick out n’ everything, ” Johnny lies, voice confident, “he’s a fuckin‘ brat.“

“‘m not, ‘m not, he’s lying, he’s lying-“ the panicked tone in Simon’s voice is heartbreaking, he looks like he’s about to cry. “Please master, don’t believ’ ‘im, he’s lying, I only wanted to shov’ ‘im off of me, I promise, master, p-please…”

You clap your hands, indicating that the minute is over.

“Alright. I’ve heard enough.”

Simon whines and slumps his shoulders, hiding beneath the blankets.

“I’ll punish you later,” you say, “my boys need some breakfast now.”

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Johnny squeezes his boyfriend's hand as they huddle closer - he’s desperate to hide his whimpers and whines. Once again, you’ve used his sensitivity against him. There’s a vibrating ring nosing his dick, and it’s hell.

The vibrations keep him even more horny than he’s usually is, and the ring keeps him from cumming. Johnny’s walking slowly. If he moved too quickly, he’d rub the fabric of his boxers right against his leaky tip, and he’s already noisy enough.

The park you’re taking a stroll through is calm and empty, the cold october night illuminated by the street lamps, the (barely visible, light pollution and all that) stars and almost full moon. Under normal circumstances, Johnny would appreciate the scenery, but with a constant stimulus vibrating away at his cock - not a chance.

Then again, as he glances over at Simon, he wonders if he got the lesser of the punishment.

Simon is wearing the black surgical mask that he usually wears when going outside, and his hood is up, but the tears in his brown eyes tell of his distress.

The hoodie that he’s wearing, as well as the jacket, is some of the baggiest clothing that he owns, and Johnny well knows why.

Beneath all of his clothes, - of course, without intercepting his arms and legs - Simon is bound in tight rope. A beautiful pink, thin rope is artfully woven across his skin, teasing his sensitive nipples and his aching cock.

His hands are in his hoodie pocket, and they’re also tied together, albeit with a different rope.

Simon has always been susceptible to rope, the tight, woven restraints always signalling comfort, and to his dismay, arousal.

Johnny can imagine what it’s like - each step, no matter how slowly he’s walking - is tightly interlaced with the sensation of rope tugging on him, a constant reminder of the rope that’s both a thing to hold him together, and a thing that keeps him restrained.

Johnny knows that the rope alone is enough to turn Simon’s brain to mush. Too bad for him, because there’s not only rope on Si - you’ve used rough metal clamps on his nipples, a delicate weight hanging on both. Everytime he moves, the ropes running across his pecs tease the sensitive flesh, and Johnny knows that he’d long have started crying if he was the one in Simon’s shoes.

Luckily, he isn’t, because he knows that he would scream as you place a hand on Simon’s neck and tug at the ropes, rubbing against the clamps.

“Please, please, ahhh- master-“

Simon shudders and sobs, his body trembling as a few tears escape.

“Aww, baby, what's the matter?”

Simon hiccups and nuzzles against your shoulder as soon as you let go. Squeezing yourself between both boys, you place your hands on their necks.

“Let’s get you two home.”

thank you for reading!! here’s part one ❤️

here’s my masterlist!!

[thehandsresisthim]

“a test of endurance - part one”

contains: smut, gn!dom!reader x sub!johnny x sub!ghost, orgasm delay/denial, anal (plug in johnny), hand job, simon remembers fucking johnny

this work is part of a small “kinktober” thing - i sadly don’t have the time to write a lot, so instead of posting something for each day in october, i decided to try to post something on each sunday in october and something on halloween!! here’s the second part

word count: ~1200

The first time you really tease both men is on a rainy Sunday evening. Both are sprawled across your sofa, wearing loose clothing, a picture of pure comfort - Simon is resting in Johnny's lap, skull mask still on.

You enter the room, smiling. “Are my boys ready to be taught a lesson?” you ask, voice saccharine.

Johnny just hums, whilst Simon - ever the obedient one - immediately sits up straight, eager at the thought of being touched, to get the special attention that only you can dish out.

“I’m ready, love,” as always, Simon is the first to speak, his brown eyes glistening with adoration, like a dog that’s eager to get pet.

“‘m ready,” Johnny says next. His answer is shorter, less respectful - as usual.

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Just twenty minutes later, you had one nude trembling man in your lap, and another wearing just his boxers, sitting before you on the carpet.

Simon, ever the obedient one, is holding onto your shoulders as you coo at him and stroke his cockhead. The featherlight touches are coaxing his sensitive dick to release a steady stream of precum, which you eagerly spread all over his cock. Still, it’s not nearly enough for the poor thing.

At a particularly mean touch - you’ve carefully pressed your pinkie finger against his slit, wiggling around a little, knowing exactly that the sensation reminds him of being sounded - Simon catches himself lifting his hips up in an attempt to meet your touch.

Immediately, he tries his best to counteract the movement, fingers boring into your shoulders as he forces his hips back down. “I’m s-so sorry, master…” he whines, nuzzling against your shoulder.

You kiss his neck. “It’s alright, baby. Can you grab the remote for me?”

Simon hiccups and nods, leaning over and handing the remote to you. You smirk as you take it, and then let go of his dick. He whines, but swallows down any complaints.

Noting his discomfort, you place one hand on his lower back and nip at his neck. “You can touch yourself. But, no cumming.” As soon as the words are out, Simon babbles out a string of ‘thank yous!’ and whines, lazily humping into his fist.

With your other hand, you menacingly hold up the remote, and the man kneeling on the carpet swallows as he sees it. His gorgeous blue eyes are wide open, disbelief and a hint of fear mixing with the anticipation.

With a tilt of your head and a mean smirk, you turn the vibrating plug nestled against his prostate off. Johnny wastes no time when it comes to protesting as his cock bobs, awkwardly spilling his creamy precum over his cock.

“Hah– you– sadistic fockin’ whore–” Johnny starts hurling curses at you, eyes narrowing as he sweats some more, skin glistening in the dim light of the living room.

He struggles to sit straight, catching his breath as a heartwarming, pitiful sob escapes his open mouth, a bit of drool joining the puddle of pre on the floor.

“Aww, were you close, love?” you mock, laughing as you toss the remote on the armchair, thus openly revealing that you've got no intention to activate the plug again. Johnny doesn't know if that's a bad thing or not.

You reach forward again, causing Simon to make a startled noise as the fabric of your shirt accidentally moves against his throbbing cock, marking it with his precum.

Paying Simon's whines no attention, you grab the bottle of lube, holding it in your dominant hand. The man in your lap bites his lip, holding out hope that maybe you'll coat your fingers in the lube and work him open, cruelly teasing his prostate until he struggles to speak.

But you don't. Instead, you click your tongue, thus immediately making Johnny pay attention to you.

“Come ‘ere, boy.” you instruct, and just for a second, Johnny considers getting up, and not crawling towards you on all fours like he's been trained to do. But he swallows his brattiness - God knows he's shown enough of that already - and obediently comes close to your outstretched hand.

“Grab the lube. You're going to take your plug out, pet,” you gently pat Johnny’s head, “and you better not cum during.”

Johnny whines at your command and peels his boxers off, the stained fabric clinging to his skin where he dirtied it with his pre.

He takes the bottle with a shaking hand and immediately goes to work.

Simon starts to tremble in your lap, cock twitching in interest at every strangled gasp that Johnny lets out, every wet squelch as he works the plug out of himself.

Simon doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but the prolonged teasing has made him a little delusional - perhaps you’re ordering Johnny to take the plug out so that there’ll be room for his cock? Maybe, just maybe, you’re going to allow Simon to fuck him?

He tries to banish the memory of the last time you made Simon fuck Johnny - how you had one steady hand between his shoulderblades, instructing Simon on just what he’s allowed to do.

“That’s it, baby, you can go faster, go on, Simon, work him open…” your voice echoes in his head.

‘Fuck fuck fuck,’ he thinks, as he notices himself getting closer to the edge. Still, he can’t help his mind from replaying your words, “You better not cum if you know what’s good for you. I swear, Simon, if you finish, I’ll make sure you can’t properly sit for the next three weeks-“

With a panicked whelp, Simon pinches the base of his cock, staving off his orgasm at the last second. It hurts, to edge himself like that, but disappointing you would be worse.

You, ever observant, have paid close attention to Simon’s struggle, and immediately hug him and kiss his neck. “That’s my boy. Good job!”

He keens at the praise, happy to have made you proud. Still, he’s close to the edge, and has to pinch himself again at Johnny’s slutty moan as the man finally works the plug out.

You clap your hands. “You boys did so good!”

Wait. Johnny blinks up at you. Usually, you only say this sort of thing when you’re done with the scene. But the scene can’t be done yet, can it? Simon and him haven’t cum yet, and-

The sadistic gleam in your eyes confirms both boys’ fear.

Simon whimpers and sighs, head hanging low, his shoulders slumped as he wordlessly accepts your silent instruction.

Johnny wants to fight, to argue, but he knows it’s useless. Besides, he knows that he and Simon asked for this, get off on being denied, and if it truly gets unbearable, there’s always the safeword.

Johnny sets the lube down on the table and blinks again. “Master, may we shower? Cold shower, maybe?”

You nod. “Yes, you may.”

Thank you for reading!! here’s part two ! ❤️

masterlist is here

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today’s the day

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once again, I am pleading with folks to please.... tag the sub!reader stuff they rb with just one sub!reader tag.... pls even if it's just a thirst, I beg. I don't want to be reading my mutuals' cannibalism posts...

and then suddenly get emotionally flash banged with "he shoved his huge daddy dom horse cock down your wet gullet and told you how badly you parallel park" or whatever

or please just block me 🫶🏻

[thehandsresisthim]

“tranquility”

contains: yandere link (botw/totk) x reader, nothing too explicit, but still 18+, ise-kaid reader but it kinda just starts when you’re already in hyrule, maybe i’ll post the next ‘chapters’ the following weeks if i remember to ehem

word count: ~1400

You and him find a secluded spot in the woods to spend the night.

He thoroughly scouts out the immediate area for a moment, making sure that there are no monsters around.

It’s late into the night, almost midnight, so he hurries up preparing everything - not that there’s much to prepare. But he lights a fire, and he puts down his bedroll, and he tells you to use it. He’ll keep watch, he tells you.

“Is this really okay?” you say in a tired voice.

He nods. “I bet you’re not used to sleeping on the ground.”

“Mmh.” you would argue further, but you’re so tired that you don’t protest, just lay down. It’s not as bad as you thought. He insisted on making sure there were no rocks beneath the bedroll, not even the tiniest thing - smooth ground all the way. You pull the thin covers over you and rest your head on the pillow. You don’t close your eyes yet, however.

He looks at you and smiles. “Sleep well.”

Quickly after, you fall asleep.

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It’s early morning, around four, when you wake again. He’s laying next to you, arms tightly wrapped around you, right hand placed beneath your shirt, on your back. His hand feels surprisingly soft, although some of the callousness you’d expect due to his, uh, living circumstances, is also there. He’s breathing softly, and definitely asleep. His sword and other weapons are placed right next to the bed roll.

You find yourself not knowing how to react. Although this is definitely a bit forward, he did lend you his bedroll, and has been so, so nice to you so far. If not for him… you don’t know how you would’ve gotten along in this world. Probably gobbled up by some monsters. He deserves some rest too…

A voice - his voice - snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Darling…”

You notice that he’s sleeping - breathing as softly and evenly as before, hand still located on your back. Perhaps he is dreaming about his lover? You hope that this isn’t one of those dreams. That’d be really weird. But you guess that even if that’s so - not like that’d be his fault. He can’t help what he’s dreaming about.

“‘M… never… going to let you go,” he continues.

You can’t help but smile a little. Yes, you decide, he’s definitely dreaming about a lover. You wonder if you’ll ever meet them. You fall asleep again.

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It’s later in the morning when you wake up again.

You stretch and yawn. He gives you a friendly nod once he sees that you’re awake and waves at you.

“Good morning!” you say.

He smiles back at you, then turns back to the fireplace. He seems to be grilling the mushrooms he collected yesterday. You smile at the smell and get up from the bedroll.

He’s wearing his armour, and all of his weapons on him. You remember that he did wear his armour in bed with you - you felt the metal on his shoulders pressed against your chest - he must’ve put the weapons back on. It only makes sense, after all.

You can’t help but think of him sleeping next to you… he seems to be unbothered by it. Maybe it’s just a common thing among travellers? You decide to not think anything else of it.

You fold the blanket and the pillow, and roll up the bedroll. You have to bend over to pick up the bedroll, and you feel like he glances over at you for a moment as you do so…

Snap out of it! you tell yourself. He’s probably just making sure that you’re folding it up correctly. Besides, if you’re going with the dream he had earlier, he's already got someone else, so don’t get your hopes up!

You place all the parts of the makeshift bed together. He doesn’t look at you again, but rather, seems to stare at the fire and continue preparing the mushrooms.

You decide that since he’s made sure that the area is safe just last night, some mild exploring might do you some good. The noise of your steps is overshadowed by the cackling fire and muffled by the dampness of the forest floor.

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After a few more minutes of roasting the mushrooms over the fire, he stretches a little and decides to sit down. As he stares into the fire, he reflects on last night. Admittedly, laying down next to you was a bit forward…

But then again. He allowed you to travel with him, although you’re slower, and he allowed you to sleep on his bedroll. And he defended you against the monsters, and he’s making you food right now. He deserves a bit of comfort, doesn’t he?

‘Hopefully, the bedroll will keep her scent for a while.’ he catches himself thinking. ‘If she’s always with me… then I’ll never have to worry about that…’ a part of his mind continues.

He catches himself staring into the flames and entertaining the thought. He imagines you living with him, in a house built by him, near a village of your choosing. He imagines you and him sleeping next to each other, perhaps even more entangled together than last night.

He could make you food. Maybe you could keep horses. He could use his strong arms and knowledge of weapons for something other than fighting. Although… if someone were to get too close to you… He’ll make sure to never forget how to properly handle people like that.

But there’s a certain tranquillity in thinking about how everyday life would be with you.

You and him could design a house together: you said you’d like to stargaze, so obviously, there’d be a large balcony.

It could connect to the bedroom; he imagines a big bed where you can sleep on the proper mattress that you deserve. Next to him, of course. He could build it himself. He knows that he’s rather strong; so, since he wants it to be a place where he can have you all to himself, he’ll need to make sure that the bed is built in a way to be able to keep up with that. And it’ll need a big canopy - a physical thing to keep out the outside world. He’ll get to keep you all to himself there.

And he’ll build you a nice big closet, so that you can keep all the luxurious clothes he’ll buy for you. He wonders what you’d like to wear… He thinks about buying you jewellery. Small amber earrings. A necklace… perhaps one of those tight ones, that would go around your neck. And he’d make sure that you have a ring on, too, just like he will. He wants you to have a closet full of pretty clothes. Maybe you’d ‘steal’ some of his too… you in his tunic… he smiles at the thought. You, in the morning, perhaps still slightly sleepy - quickly getting out of bed, searching for something to wear. Maybe you’d just quickly slip on some of his clothes. You’d sit on a nearby chair and smile at him. And there’d be a big desk for you to paint and craft and write by.

You’d also want a nice bathroom, probably. A really modern one, where you could shower… perhaps with him. And it’d need a bathtub, too!

And he’d make sure to build a strong, big staircase… it could lead right into the living room. He’d like a kitchen area that would connect to the living room… just a big open space. So that he can always watch you. You could cook together, and he’d make all your favourite meals. And he’d make sure that you’d have a big sofa, to cuddle on and hang out on and maybe indulge in other activities there too.

The windows would be big and open, to always let the sun in.

And maybe, if you’d like it, you’d keep horses. He wonders what you’d name yours. He could teach you how to ride… maybe help you catch one. Or maybe you’d only have one horse, and he’d never teach you to ride, so that you’d always have to rely on him to get around. So that he’d always be around you. And you’d sit behind him on his horse, and he’d purposely ride a little faster than you’re used to, and you’d hold onto his waist.

He finds himself smiling. The thought makes him feel warm inside, in a way that he’s not used to. He thinks that you must be feeling hungry, so he picks up one of the mushroom skewers from the fireplace. He turns around to face you. His smile falls. You’re not there.

i swear if i was isekai-d (?) to hyrule i’d be killed for blasphemy in seconds - “lmao weak ass goddess hylia needing a nine year old to fight her battles for h-“ *gets struck down by lightning*

uhhh enough babbling hope you enjoyed ❤️ comments and likes are always appreciated, same as reblogs of course!! master list is here :)

18+ short fic abt link warming your strap is here if that suits your fancy hehe

[thehandsresisthim]

a pain slut if i've ever seen one

[thehandsresisthim]

ugh just needed to write this down i swear i’m ovulating i’ve been in a mood lately

mmh mmh something something making a guy orally pleasure you - really fucking his face, him drooling all over himself and he’s getting pathetically, humping-against-the-nearest-object-horny - until you’re satisfied, after a nice toe-curling orgasm

and then yawning, staggering off towards the bathroom: “i’m gonna take a shower love”, whilst he blinks, hesitantly asking “but what about me?”

and you return, raising an eyebrow “what do you mean, you had the honor of pleasuring me, what else could you need?”

and perhaps, if you’re feeling merciful, offering him a very cold shower after you yourself are done showering, because only your pleasure matters, not his

[thehandsresisthim]

Made GIF

[thehandsresisthim]

“headcanon and small drabble: Simon + Johnny as your subs”

contains: smut, dom!fem!reader x sub!Johnny x sub!Simon, femdom, toys (vibrator in soap lol), cbt mentioned ig, not exactly realistic depictions of how a relationship would start but eh it’s more abt the porn isn’t it

word count: ~700

⋆｡♡ ˚ thinkin’ abt Simon and Johnny, who slowly fall for each other, but both of ‘em are subs

⋆｡♡ ˚ at first, Simon thinks that someone as cocksure and impulsive as Johnny would be a good dom, a natural dom, effortlessly dishing out commands

⋆｡♡ ˚ at first, Johnny thinks that Simon must be a dom, with his brooding personality and mask, surely, a guy like Simon would be a stern dom, just what his bratty ass needs

⋆｡♡ ˚ but then they get closer, and slowly start to notice the others subbiness, and come to an understanding, essentially barking commands at each other, but secretly wanting to be ordered around, cocks rutting against each other as the both of them drool, no one in charge of the other, just horny, pathetic messes

⋆｡♡ ˚ enter you: laswell’s new assistant or somethin’, a pretty, confident woman - effortlessly strutting about in your heels, tight blouse showing your figure, ordering the both of them around whenever they interact with lasswell for whatever purpose idk

⋆｡♡ ˚ Simon immediately notices the air of dominance around you, the way you command respect, and he couldn’t be more grateful for the mask to hide his blush as he imagines you pushing him around with your high-heeled feet.

⋆｡♡ ˚ Johnny takes a moment longer to warm up to you, ashamed of his feelings, - he’s together with Simon, for god's sake - but when Simon makes an offhand comment about what a good domme you’d be, he whines and agrees

⋆｡♡ ˚ cue one evening, you’re exhausted from a long day, nothing going as planned, as you walk back to your place, and the both of them stand in front of your door

⋆｡♡ ˚ at first, you almost have a heart attack - being a confident woman working your job, some men take it as a challenge, so you’re immediately worried about them hurting you or something - but not Johnny and Simon. they roughly whine out what they want from you, mumbling about their fantasies, no shame present.

“mmh… bonnie, bet ya’ wouldn’t hesitate to push me ‘round, yeah, but m’ in ma’ place n’ everythin’”

“i’d be good, luv, promise, always doin’ what you want.”

⋆｡♡ ˚ you sigh, absolutely not prepared for these two fools, but reluctantly let them inside, and they immediately get to convincing you to dom ‘em, blabbering out pleas

⋆｡♡ ˚ until you snap your fingers, ordering them to kneel - and they do.

⋆｡♡ ˚ perhaps those two might be worthy servants after all.

Simon glares at the other man. Boyfriend or not, right now, he’s pissed at him.

Johnny isn’t even kneeling properly. When Simon kneels, like right now, he keeps his hands on his thighs, and his head down. Because you’re his Queen, his everything, and Simon would rather die than show you disrespect.

The dumb mutt, however? He’s drooling all over himself, not even sitting properly. Sure, he has a vibrator nestled against his prostate, and you’re controlling the vibrations via an app on your phone, but Simon knows that he could hold still and sit pretty even during such torture.

Johnny’s slurring out begs and whines, twitching and twisting back and forth. “‘s- too much-“ he whimpers, and Simon narrows his eyes further.

He could do way better. But, it’s up to you, in the end - this is another case where he is simply the better choice. Simon always respects your decisions! If he’s not cumming, or cumming again and again, or wearing a humbler and crawling beneath your feet - he listens. Because begging for something else would be to go against his Queen's divine plan.

You reach forward and gently pet Simon’s head. He smiles as he relishes the affection, but his smile broadens as he hears Johnny’s complaints as you increase the vibrations.

“Hah- fuck y-you- ‘s no’ fair!” the Scot whines out as he trembles, obviously struggling with the intense vibrations.

“Do I have to gag you, mutt?” you ask, and he frantically shakes his head. Simon allows himself a full-blown grin.

thank you for reading!! my master list is here ❤️

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[thehandsresisthim]

Thinking about punishing whiny sub ani by putting your hand around his cock and not moving it, telling him that if he wants to cum he has to fuck your fist himself and he's so embarrassed and horny that he starts crying 👀

after dark

a/n; hello hello long time no see, sorry this is kinda shit :,) i wanted to get something out though, much love

sub!anakin x dom!reader

nsfw; humiliation, handcuffs, petnames, praise, handjob (???)

fully naked and vulnerable, hands cuffed to the headboard and squirming under your intense gaze from above him, anakin found himself in quite the humiliating situation.

“please- cmon i’ve been good” he whines.

liar, lying straight through his teeth.

“thats what you think good behaviour is? being a whore and begging me to jerk you off in a random alleyway?while on a mission?” you seethe. anyone could’ve seen the two of you and how he was practically rutting against you like a bitch in heat, in broad daylight.

he turns a dark shade of red, he opens and closes his mouth but no words are able to form, he knows he fucked up, but hes hard and you’re hot and not touching his dick and he’s getting impatient.

he tugs on the cuffs, groaning as the metal sinks into his wrists. “im sorry! please im really sorry- i just need you so bad- please!”

rolling your eyes and sighing you walk to the side of the bed sitting lazily next to the flushed boy next to you. you wrap your hand around his aching dick accompanied by a whimper. but you dont move your hand. so he waits, but you still don’t move your hand. he looks at you confused, tears of frustration welling in his eyes.

you use your other hand to wipe the tears off his cheeks, “you wanna cum really bad huh?” you say sympathetically. he sniffs and nods his head humming in agreement.

“you get to set the pace for this one” you say as you tap his hip bone.

he looks at you dumbfounded, “you want me to-“

“fuck my fist? yes anakin i do.” you interrupt him

the tears start to fall unapologetically, tears falling down his rosy cheeks. “baby hey look at me” his eyes look deep into yours, “you wanna be a good boy yeah?” reminding him of his promise to you earlier. he nods slowly, glassy eyes looking at you for a drop of approval.

“show me how good you can be, baby”

[thehandsresisthim]

princess as a dom honorific, that’s it that’s the post.