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Some of the best Whump stories [Tumblr & AO3]
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and out of the darkness - you you you you you
and out of the darkness - you you you you you
I just want to see Seven cry honestly
yeah he does a lot of crying in this one <33
STORM II âĄïžTEMPEST
Tags: servant/slave whump, environmental/cold whump, shoulder dislocation, begging and crying, just general fucking misery. ~ Words: 2.3kÂ
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âI came into a place mute of all light, Which bellows as the sea does in a tempest, If by opposing winds ât is combated. The infernal hurricane that never rests Hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine; Whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them.â - Dante, Inferno. Canto V (28-33).
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Sevenâs heart fell right through the floor as he watched Wes saunter back into the penthouse. He cried and pleaded over the roar of the rain. âPleaseâ! Please let me back in Sir, PLEASEâ Please pleasepleaseââ He watched Wes ascend the stairs through the glass, and something snapped inside himâhis begging gave way to a sudden white hot rage, and he was screaming and swearing at his master, who by now most certainly could not hear him.Â
âFUCK YOU! FUCKYOU WES I HATE YOUâI FUCKING Hâhhcâ His voice cracked into an angry sob before the screaming started up again. âFuckâ Iâ I F-FUCKING HATE YOU! LET ME FUCKING GOââ He twisted against the chian with his good arm. âFUCK YOU!!!âÂ

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Falling Further
[The man remembers the past. Felix reaches a breaking point.]
Felix doesnât know if heâll survive this. He barely knows if heâs surviving now. His arms are still above him, somehow both numb and aching beyond all tolerance. Pain shouldnât be able to stack this neatly. Heâs acutely aware of how each fiber in his body is stretched and weighed down and burning. It could have been hours or days since he last saw the man. He physically canât cry anymore. He thinks his pounding head would split open if he could.
This is not bearable, and here he is bearing it.
Fury (But You Never Spared the Lash)
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I am not immune to lyric titles. In vain I asked for mercy at your feet, but you never spared the lash. Gallop of the Hounds - The Dirty Nil
Non consecutive from the last chapter, this will be fixed later. This is also my first chapter properly incorporating their use of Irish. Feedback is welcome!
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âHead down.â
Tommy pressed his forehead to the basement wall and rocked his head side to side, the cement mercifully cool against his heated face. The whistle of the whip cut through the air again; the millisecond of a warning he had before a stripe of fire opened across his back from the impact.Â
âUhnn!â He grunted breathily, grinding his teeth against the pain. Another crossed it and he couldnât help arching away from it, his bare chest pressed nearly flush to the wall.Â
@goodboysdie I saw that you wanted to translate the Irish, so I made a brief Irish key here. I tried to make the Irish mostly just repeating the same things they were saying in english in order to make it more intuitive, but i'm still trying to find the best way to implement it. I also realized some of my attempts to indicate the way Tommy cries could be mistaken for more Gaeilge, RIP
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Tommy: âL-le do thoil, an t-Uasal Caius, le do thoil!!â
English: Please, the honorable Caius, please!
Notes: âan t-Uasal (name)â/ âthe honorable (name)â is a more formal way of addressing someone, typically used for males, similar to the honorifics Mister or Sir.
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Caius: âSUAS! Suas, SUAS-â
English: UP! Up, UP-
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Tommy: âIâmâ Iâm sorry! Iâm sorEAUGHH, NO!! LE DO THOIL, le do thoil, ta bronâ ta bron AUGH!! TA BRON ORM, TA BRON ORM!!! LEâ LEââ
English: Iâmâ Iâm sorry! Iâm sorEAUGHH (he is cut off by his own cry), NO!! PLEASE, please, Iâm sor- AUGH!! (cut off by cry) IâM SORRY, IâM SORRY! PLEAâ PLEAâ (incomplete âPLEASEâs)
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Caius: âGet up. Onto your back. Crab position. Portan. You hear me? Iâm going to put some color in those thighs.â
English: Portan = Crab
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been a while
never let the fact that you were born a girl stop you from being the gayest man alive
beautiful things happening at the hawke estate at all times
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OKAY you can have this one for free but if you want the folder you have to join the discord, which is also free
Choose your own adventure! RED means Fletcher has a dick, and BLUE means Fletcher has a strap-on! This was originally a joke and now itâs not! ~~~
Buck: Are you busy right now? I want to come over.
Fletcher: I am free. Whatâs going on?
Buck: Driving
Buck showed up an hour later with a case of beer.
âHeyâŠâ Fletcher said as Buck marched up to the door.
âHey.â Buckâs response was clipped. He brushed past them into the house.Â
Tommy was hovering near the entrance, holding his hands together to keep from flapping them.
âHi, Buck!â Tommy greeted him eagerly.
âHi, Tommy,â Buck said with more gentleness, though it still sounded a bit forced. He dropped the case of beer onto the coffee table and tore it open, announcing unceremoniously, âNico broke up with me.â
Buck tossed one can to Fletcher, who caught it, and handed another to Tommy. He picked one up for himself and popped the tab, taking a long swig.
âO-Oh!â Tommy said, trying and failing to hide his excitement. âIâm - sorry to hear that.â
âHm,â said Fletcher. âSo, uhâŠâ
âI donât want you to kill him,â Buck answered. âI just want to get drunk. You guys are⊠my closest friends I didnât meet through Nico. As sad as that isâŠ. Sorry, I didnât mean it like that.â
âNone taken,â Fletcher shrugged.Â
Tommy had mixed feelings, but more than hurt he was all warm and fuzzy to hear that Buck considered him a close friend.
âThereâs 30 beers,â Buck said, âSo thatâs 10 each, unless Fletcher wants to break out the hard stuff.â
âYou know I do,â Fletcher chimed in, heading off to the kitchen. âNothing I love more than cheap beer and expensive whiskey.â
Flash forward, theyâre drunk now and sitting around the kitchen table, all just chatting and laughing.Â
Buck tilted his head back to down his beer, and he eyed Tommy as he did so. Tommy caught his gaze and his eyes widened in response, and Buck could almost see his pupils turn into hearts. He was cute, in an eager, childish sort of way. And he was pretty, even with the scar by his eye. It made Buck feel a little better about his own.
Buck then looked at Fletcher, who had a neutral-pleased look on their face, which was pretty good for them. They were leaning back on their chair, one arm draped on the table with a loose grip on their drink, looking as effortlessly cool as always. All sharp edges, dark eyes, tanned skin, hair that always seemed to fall right on its own. They raised an eyebrow at his silent attention.
If Buck started making out with Fletcher now, Tommy would probably sit there and sulk obediently, watching on with envy and loneliness, but without protest. If Buck started making out with Tommy, Fletcher would probably intervene, for one reason or another. And Tommy would like it. Heâd be so pleasantly surprised, itâd be adorable.
Buck reached out and cupped the back of Tommyâs head, fingers slipping into his curls, and leaned in to press their lips together.Â
Tommy made a muffled noise of surprise, seizing up for just a moment before throwing his arms around Buckâs neck and kissing back. He parted his lips and Buck followed his lead. Tommyâs tongue skirted over Buckâs, venturing cautiously into his mouth.
âHey, yo? Hey.âÂ
Fletcher put their hand on Buckâs arm. He broke the kiss, pulling back to look at them. Tommy gasped and looked Fletcher sheepishly, ducking his flushed face.
âWhat are you doing?â Fletcher asked. They didnât sound mad. That was enough for Buck.Â
He grabbed the lapels of Fletcherâs flannel and pulled himself in to kiss them as well. Fletcher put a hand on his face and pushed him back, though not with the force Buck feared to be met with. Then, after a beat, Fletcher trailed their fingers down Buckâs face and rested two of them on Buckâs lips. He slowly eased open his jaw.
They were locked staring at each other, each watching to see what the other will do. Buck slowly let his tongue slip out and run along Fletcherâs fingers. It made Tommyâs dick twitch just watching.Â
Fletcher slid their fingers in over Buckâs tongue, and Buck let his mouth hang open obediently, breathing deep through his nose, eyes still on Fletcherâs. The corner of Fletcherâs mouth creeped up and they snickered. They took mercy and didnât shove their fingers down Buckâs throat, for which he was grateful.Â
âMm⊠okay,â Fletcher smirked. They drew their hand away and leaned in to return the favor.
Buck laughed into the kiss and Fletcher nipped his lip. He couldnât believe how well this was working out.
Buck opened his eye to sneak a glance over at Tommy. He was, as Buck had predicted, watching with a silent longing. Buck reached out for Tommyâs shoulder and pulled him in, pulling away from Fletcher to make out with him again.
Tommy gasped so sweetly, and eagerly threw himself into it. Fletcher chuckled as they watched on. Buck broke the kiss to laugh too.
In the break, Tommy slipped from his chair and sank to his knees under the table. He immediately began working open Buckâs belt, hands shaking as he hurriedly pulled down the zipper. He exposed Buck under the table and only took a short moment to appreciate the view - the fact that he was finally, really seeing it - before getting to work.
Buckâs breath hitched and he let his head fall back. It lolled to the side to look at Fletcher, who was watching him with amusement, chin resting on their hand. Buck reached out and took hold of their flannel again, giving it a tug.
âI want you to fuck me,â he told them breathlessly.
Fletcher pointed down and said, âI think Thunderâs got you covered on that front.â
âNo, I want you to fuck me,â Buck insisted. He said with earnest desperation, âItâs embarrassing how much Iâve thought about it.â
Fletcher's smile faded, giving way to a more serious, attentive expression.
Buck suddenly shuddered, a moan escaping before he could contain it. He reached down and patted Tommyâs cheek quickly.
Tommy pulled back, bumping his head on the table.
âS-Sorry!â he gasped.
âNo, I just - youâre gonna make me cum too fast,â Buck laughed.
Tommy giggled and kissed the insides of Buckâs thighs, but held off from his more sensitive areas.
âDo you want to go to the bedroom?â Fletcher asked, rising from their seat. âOr do you want to do it here? I can bend you over the table, let Thunder stay where he is.â
âUmâŠâ Buck swallowed, suddenly flustered. âUm⊠I didnât really⊠think I would get this far.â
Fletcher cocked their head at him, giving him a small smile.
âI mean, I⊠I plan- I th⊠hoped, maybe, I⊠I thought about it. How it would go⊠butâŠâ
âOkay,â Fletcher said, putting a hand on his arm and leaning in. âHow did you picture it?â
Buck licked his lips.
âBedroom.â
âHow do you want to do it?â Fletcher asked, shutting the door to their room behind them.Â
âUmâŠâ Buckâs boldness ran out as soon as Fletcher started asking him questions. âHow do you want to do it?â
âYou donât have any particular fantasies you want to play out?â Fletcher prompted. âYou said you thought about it.â
âWell, I⊠I guess I assumedâŠâ
âThat I would take charge?â Fletcher ventured.
âHa⊠yeahâŠâ Buck admitted.Â
âYou donât want to leave it completely up to meâŠâ Fletcher teased, moving in close. âBecause you know Iâm going to be rough.â
Buck swallowed and in a small voice said, âIâm trusting you.â
Fletcherâs coy smirk fell in surprise. Their eyes searched Buckâs. They stepped back and looked at Tommy, thinking. He was standing to the side, watching with an eager nervousness nearly buzzing out of his skin.Â
âThunder?â
Tommy snapped to attention. âYes?â
âGet him ready for me.â
Fletcher gave Buck a soft push in the chest to have him sit on the bed, then stepped aside for Tommy to swoop in. In no time at all he was straddling Buckâs lap, kissing his lips, and running his hands under Buckâs shirt, lifting it off over his head. He kissed like he had been starving for it, and Buck was lost in the overwhelming downpour of love.Â
Tommy kissed his way down Buckâs chest, over the scars, down his stomach, sliding off to sink between his legs. He hooked his fingers over the waistband of Buckâs pants and underwear, beginning to shimmy them down. Buck lifted his hips to free them, and Tommy pulled them the rest of the way off.Â
Tommy took hold of Buckâs cock and ran his hand along it, kissing the side of the shaft. But then Fletcher gave a short whistle, causing both of them to flinch.
Fletcher sat in a chair by the dresser, flannel discarded and draped over the back, leaving them in a t-shirt. One boot was off and they were loosening the laces of the other. They made a circular gesture with their finger. Turn over.
Buck crawled up onto the bed, laying on his stomach. Tommy settled in beside him, trailing his fingers up the back of Buckâs thigh.Â
âIs this good?â Tommy asked softly.
Buck nodded against the pillow. Tommy looked back to where Fletcher was sitting.
âDo you have, umâŠâ
Buck felt Tommyâs hand pull away and heard the dull slap of him catching something. He looked back over his shoulder to see him holding a small bottle of lube. Tommy popped the cap and squeezed it over his fingers.
Buck settled his head back down and took a slow breath as Tommyâs now slick fingers searched for his entrance. Tommyâs other hand rested on his shoulder, rubbing his thumb over Buckâs skin in a soothing motion.Â
Buck could feel Tommy shaking, despite not being the one exposed and prone on the bed.
The first finger began to push its way in. Buck closed his eyes and breathed through it, trying to tell his body to relax.Â
âItâs okay,â Tommy whispered as he stroked Buckâs hair. âYouâre doing good, just relax. I want it to feel good for you. Does it feel good?â
His finger moved slowly in and out. Buck nodded, eyes still shut. A second finger joined the first and Buck let out a shaky breath. Tommyâs fingers curled just right to pull a moan from Buckâs lips.Â
Buck propped himself up and his arms and tilted his face toward Tommyâs. Tommy leaned down and kissed him as he tried to add a third finger. Buck grunted through his teeth, tensing up.
âSorry,â Tommy said, voice still soft, as he quickly pulled back. âToo much?â
Buck shook his head and gritted out, âItâs fine.â
â...Are you sure?â Tommy asked. âNo one is making you-â
âIâm sure,â Buck breathed. âPlease⊠please keep going.â
Tommy was flushed in the face, hard cock still trapped in his pants. He hoped heâd be able to get out of them soon. With a check-in glance toward Fletcher he saw that he was the only one still wearing any.Â
Tommy worked in the third finger and Buck gasped, moaned into the pillow, his breath quickening.
A hand tapped Tommy on the shoulder.
âMy turn.â
Buck shuddered as the fingers pulled away, and he turned to see Tommy make room for Fletcher.Â
He had never seen them naked.Â
[Or stripped down to their underwear. Close enough.]
They were lean and muscular with a soft stomach. Sun-bronzed skin, dark hair. There were tattoos they kept hidden under their clothes; a mix of faded hand-pokes and professional work. Old scars scattered across their body, some faint and some thick and bumpy. But it was hard to focus on anything other than their dick. [They mustâve been getting themself hard, watching Tommy finger him. The thought sent a shiver through Buck.] [They had pulled on a harness over their boxers, with long, thick silicone hanging off the front.]
Fletcher picked up the lube and got into position between Buckâs legs. With one hand they grabbed his hip and lifted him up. Buck shuffled onto his knees, keeping his face down on the pillow.
âIs - is this good?â he asked meekly.
âYeah,â Fletcher assured him softly, running a hand up his spine. âYou ready?â
Buck nodded his head rapidly. Fletcher lined themself up and pushed in, slow and steady.
It was thicker than Tommyâs slender fingers. Buck groaned, inadvertently tensing up, hands knotting into the sheets.
âRelax, relaxâŠâ Fletcher cooed, running their hand over his side. They stilled while Buck adjusted.
âYouâre just⊠bigger,â Buck gritted out.
Fletcher pulled in their lips, fighting a laugh.
âOkay, youâll be fine,â Fletcher spoke gently, stroking his back. âJust breathe, relax. Youâll adjust to it. I wanna make you feel good, you just gotta relax for me.â
Tommy sat obediently to the side, like a dog waiting for a command. He watched Buckâs face. It was pained, but not in a bad way. It was the way you know if you can stick through the little bit of pain now, itâll earn you much greater pleasure. Buck whimpered, eyes screwed shut, and nodded again quickly, visibly relaxing his body.Â
Tommyâs gaze moved up to Fletcher. A grin spread on their face when Buck whimpered, and they rolled their shoulders back, reveling in it. Tommy always felt like Fletcherâs sharp teeth suited them, but never more so than in this moment when they ran their tongue over them hungrily. They took a steadying hold of Buckâs hips and began to roll their own.
âFeel good?â Fletcher asked.
âUh huh,â Buck moaned.
âYou tell me if I get too rough, okay?â Fletcher said. âCan you do that?â
âYeah.âÂ
âGood.â
Fletcher snaked their hand up Buckâs back and into his hair, grabbing a fistful near his scalp. They tugged, craning Buckâs neck back as they began to thrust harder, faster. Buck adjusted, propping himself up higher, and Fletcher shoved his head back down to the bed. They leaned in, one hand supporting them on the mattress and the other still locked in his hair, and pushed deeper.
Buck was panting in gasps and moans now, breaths punctuated by the impact of Fletcherâs hips.
Tommy was so hard it hurt. He wanted to be both of them. He wanted to be in Fletcherâs position and get to fuck Buck - or be fucked by him, it didnât matter. Probably heâd rather be the one underneath, feeling Buckâs weight on top of him. He wanted to be in Buckâs position and get fucked by Fletcher. And damn if he hadnât tried, but Fletcher had never shown any interest. He had figured he had always been a poor replacement for Buck in Fletcherâs eyes, but he expected them to at least fuck him and pretend he was Buck. Maybe now he could figure out what Fletcher liked. Maybe he can be good tonight and Fletcher will consider him, too.Â
He wasnât sure if it was okay for him to touch himself, but Fletcher hadnât said not toâŠ
Tommy slowly unzipped his pants, not wanting to draw any attention his way. Too nervous to undress or even pull himself out, he slid his hands into his underwear.
His motions must have caught Fletcherâs eye because they looked his way. Tommy froze, heart suddenly caught in his throat. But Fletcher smirked and winked at him.
âFeel good, Bucky?â Fletcher asked, eyes still on Tommy.
âUh-uh-huhâŠâ Buck croaked out.
Tommy swallowed and began to move his hand again, then slowly shifted his pants lower down his hips. Fletcher was watching, but Tommy wasnât sure if they wanted to see or if they just needed somewhere to look.Â
When one of Buckâs arms began to slide down the bed, Fletcher snatched his wrist before he could reach between his legs. Only then did they pull their gaze back to pin Buckâs arm behind him. They released their grip on his hair and moved it to shoulder, pulling him into each thrust.
Buck let out a whine at being denied, and Fletcher returned a breathy laugh.
âPlease⊠pleaseâŠâ Buck began to beg.
âPlease what, Bucky?â Fletcher teased.
âPlease touch me,â Buck breathed. âPlease, I wantâŠâ
His words dissolved into moans.Â
Tommy tried to stroke himself slowly. It would be too embarrassing if he was the first one to cum.
Fletcher wrapped their arms around Buck and sat back, pulling him up onto their lap. They moved their hands to his hips and continued to thrust up into him. Buck leaned against their chest, head falling back so they were cheek to cheek, his dick bouncing hard and neglected. It made Tommyâs mouth water.Â
Fletcher reached out and hooked a finger into the ring of Tommyâs collar. They tugged him forward with a devilish smile.Â
Tommy rarely found that he could understand Fletcher through a look the way he always could with Caius, but in this moment, he knew what to do.Â
Tommy dropped down and took Buck into his mouth. Buckâs body being buffeted by Fletcher meant all Tommy had to do was keep his mouth open and let Buck fuck his throat - let Fletcher fuck his throat with Buckâs body - but Tommy was better than that. He wrapped his lips around Buck and set his tongue to work.
âOh my god. Oh fuck,â Buck moaned.Â
One of Buckâs hands went to the back of Tommyâs head, lacing into his curls, following it up and down. Tommy ran a hand up Buckâs leg, settled it over Fletcherâs hand on his hip.
âOh, fuckâŠâ
Buck reached back and grabbed onto the back of Fletcherâs head, gripping their hair. It wasnât something Fletcher generally liked, and they squinted one eye closed briefly in discomfort, but they allowed it for the moment. Nothing they couldnât handle, and they could tell Buck was nearly finished.
âFuck, Iâm - Iâm reallyâŠ.â
Buck didnât get a chance to complete his sentence. His grip tightened on both Fletcherâs hair and Tommyâs as he shuddered between them. Tommy saw the job through, continuing to suck until Buck had finished cumming and then some, swallowing down his release.
Buck released his grip and slumped back, allowing Fletcher to support his weight. Tommy released his hold as well, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He made room for Buck to collapse forward onto the bed, boneless and breathing heavily.
Fletcher put their hand up to Tommy who, after only a second of being taken aback, hi-fived it. Fletcher then slapped Buckâs ass and said, âGood work, team.â
Tommy laid down beside Buck. He reached out to brush away locks of long hair stuck to Buckâs forehead.Â
âYou doing okay?â Tommy asked. âDo you - do you need anything?â
âUgh⊠Iâm good,â Buck said. Then, with a smile, âIâm really good.â
Tommy giggled. âGood. Iâm glad.â
Buck reached up and cupped Tommyâs face, then leaned in for a kiss. Tommy made a small noise of surprise, but Buck seemed undeterred by where Tommyâs mouth had just been. His hand traveled down Tommyâs body and he only broke the kiss to say, âYouâve still got all your clothes on.â
âOh, uh⊠yeah,â Tommy said sheepishly.
âYou donât want to join the fun?â Buck teased. His eyes were half lidded, sleepy in the post-sex come down.
âUhâŠâ Tommy glanced nervously at Fletcher, but they were up off the bed, back to them, [slipping out of their harness.] [heading for the bathroom.]
Buck began to push Tommyâs pants down, and Tommy scrambled to help. He gasped when Buck reached between his legs. Tommy had imagined this so many times since meeting Buck, but this is the first time he got to experience the real thing. The first time anyone had touched him since Caius.
âYou were amazing,â Buck whispered sleepily. He rested his forehead against Tommyâs.
Tommy was shaking under his touch. He bit his lip, clamped a hand over his mouth, breathed through his nose. Anything not to fall apart into a moaning mess and blow his load immediately all over Buckâs hand. Anything not to say I love you.
Tommy cupped his hand around the back of Buckâs neck and kissed him desperately. He couldnât hold out, and he didnât want to. He rocked himself into Buckâs hand and moaned into his mouth, shuddering through his orgasm.Â
âS-S-Sorry,â Tommy breathed out.
âWhat are you sorry for?â Buck asked, eyes closing.
âI donât know.â Cumming so fast. âMaking a mess?â
Buck chuckled. âDonât worry about it.â He brought his hand up and licked it. âAll good, see?â He cracked his eyes open to glance around before whispering, âItâs Fletcherâs sheets anyway.â
âThunderâs side of the bed,â Fletcher grunted as they dropped onto the mattress on Buckâs other side. They had changed into pajamas.
âO-Oh, um, you donâtâŠâ Tommy started, sitting up.
âHm?â Fletcher raised an eyebrow.
âWell, you didnât⊠I was going to offer-â
âNo thanks,â Fletcher said.
âOh. Okay.â Tommy deflated slightly. He was hoping for the chance to prove himself to Fletcher. If he could show how good he was at getting them off, maybe theyâd use him in the future. Whether as an alternative to punishments or just a way to get on Fletcherâs good side. Maybe theyâd even touch him back.
Fletcher rolled on to their side and reached over Buck to squeeze Tommyâs cheeks.
âDonât look so glum,â they said. âYou got to get off. And you got Buck off.â
Tommy ducked his head modestly.Â
âI helped,â he said, giving Fletcher a little smile.
Buck laughed. âYou sure did.â
Fletcher gave Tommy a wink, and he didnât feel so bad anymore.
âBuck, youâve been drinking; you should stay the night,â Fletcher said.Â
Buck felt a flash of fear, but he talked himself down. He had been drinking. Heâd just had a good time, and didnât really want to leave. He had no real reason to believe Fletcher wouldnât let him go in the morning. Theyâd let him go every other time.Â
âYouâre probably right,â he conceded.Â
âThink we can all share a bed?â Fletcher asked.
âYes,â Tommy said quickly.Â
Fletcher laughed. âAlright, both of you get cleaned up. Iâve got some clothes you can sleep in.â
As Buck stood on shaky legs to amble to the bathroom, Fletcher said, mostly to themself, âJust like old times.â
may i request some mouth soaping content? :3
Hiii I hope this is good Iâve never written this before aksjskdjk
Some Daniel content from Zanderâs time being âtrainedâ :3c
CW: soap. Soap in mouth. Pet whump, dehumanization, asphyxiation, dude keeps getting water sprayed in his face. Non sexual nudity except for one (1) comment
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Daniel dreaded the shower days. When heâd first come there, he had longed to take a hot shower, wash the blood and sweat and grime off himself, to just feel clean again, but here, he was only given a shower every few days. He was too much of a risk to do anything himself, and that included the simple luxury of bathing. He hated feeling as filthy as he did, but he hated the showers even more.
And Iâd do it again
Play Pretend #15 - Put Up and Shut Up
Masterlist / Previous
CW:// EXPLICIT NONCON/SA, forced arousal/orgasm, object penetration, overstimulation, noncon kiss, noncon touch kidnapped, captivity, sadistic/intimate whumper, forced nudity, humiliation, begging, restraints, gags, dehumanisation, shock collar, dissocation, strangulation, adult language (this one is a HEAVY one đł you have been warned â ïž)
***note - DW not every chapter of this arc will be noncon, we will have plenty SFW chapters too đ***
âYouâre on my clock now, and trust me⊠there wonât be any second chances.â
The urge to howl for Felix clawed at Joshâs throat, but the shock collar kept his silence.
If it meant he could go back, he would fucking scream Felix's name from the rooftops until his lungs bled and vocal cords shredded into ribbons. He clung to the dream that Felix would burst through that door to save him from this nightmare. His knight in shining armour; sweeping Josh off his feet, shushing his sobs and whispering that this was all some cruel test.
Apologies would pour out of Josh. Oh, he would worship the shadows that bastard casts if it meant they could start over again. Go back to being locked in that cold and damp basement - so long as he was his.
God help him, he would surrender whatever was left. Play the part without complaint. Trade his heart and soul. Pretend to live happily ever after in their own sick and twisted world - if it meant escaping the here and now.
Please, Felix. Please. I'll be good. I'll be so fucking good. Just come back and get me. Don't leave me with him.
Elijah straddled Joshâs hips, knees braced firmly either side of Joshâs ribcage. Chuckling at how Joshâs eyelids were buttoned shut, tears pressing free and slipping down his temple.
âOpen your eyes. Come on, don't get all shy on me now,â he purred in Josh's ear, his skin prickled in hives. âFlash me those baby blues that Felix seems to love so much.â
He couldn't. If he opened his eyes, this would all be real. If he stayed in the dark, maybe he could pretend he was back in his own bed, or fuck, at the very least back in Felix's. Never did he think he would want that, but right now, he craves that familiarity more than anything.
All the air left Josh in a startled wheeze as Elijah's palms clamped around his throat. âNever make me ask twice,â he spat, vibrating with rage, âtake this as your first and final warning. I will only ever give you one opportunity to follow instruction.â
Josh's eyes blew wide open, but he looked past Elijah, at the ceiling - trying to find a crack in the plaster, a stain, anything he could lock onto so he didn't have to meet the devilâs glare.
âMmm. Good boyâ, Elijah hummed, his lips twisted into a conniving grin. âQuick learner - that bodes well for you.â He ran the back of his hand Josh's flank, from armpit to hip. It was almost tender, like a lover's caress, but Josh heeded the warning loud and clear.
It was checking the ripeness of the fruit before it's peeled.
The Professionals - We Can Work It Out
The Professionals is a crossover AU of In The Woods Somewhere and Professional//Victim CW: captivity, body image issues
âHey, câmere.â
Fletcher approached, dressed in gym shorts and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, with as much of their hair tied back as would reach the elastic. It gave Tommy a start - not that it was much different than how they slept, but he had never seen them around the house like this, much less in sneakers instead of boots. No gun belt either, though that didnât mean he could start getting ideas.
With the hand not carrying a water bottle and towel, Fletcher reached out and gave Tommyâs upper arm a squeeze. They hummed, thinking to themself.
âUh⊠whatâs up?â Tommy asked, Fletcherâs hand still holding onto him.
âI need a spotter,â they answered, letting go. âI would ask Williams but heâs being a douchebag today and I donât want to be around him. Caldera and Barlowe are playing some game theyâre getting way too involved in, and Iâm just gonna leave them to it. So that leaves you, pipsqueak. Itâs probably going to be just as much of a workout for you just doing the support.â

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