Just need some sexual healing

[lovemod]

hurt/comfort smut; meme Bruised. Beaten. Stabbed. Sapped of energy. Tricked. Mentally played and abused. Perhaps you've even seen your home world destroyed, depending on how Homestuck you are. Any way you slice it, characters go through a lot of crap. There's nothing wrong with wanting to see them get pampered and taken care of when they're ailing. In canon, they may not have someone who can provide them with care when they're injured, support and love when they're sick, and physical intimacy all around. In this post, AU or other scenarios can provide them with a caretaking partner of their very own (or, maybe, someone to take care of, if the reverse is their preference). So, for once, weary traveler, you don't have to carry that weight all by yourself.

to bring you out of the darkness; The injury may not be a temporary physical or mental one, however. Some characters suffer more deeply, even if they don't know it. Darkness covers their hearts, they're withdrawn, insecure, angry, or lonely. They need someone to reach out to them and show them unconditional love. This post can provide that, too. Whether it be the cliche and shameless "changed by your love" trope or something more subtle like getting someone to open up, the characters here can offer that and more. All are welcome, they just have to take that first step. » Comment with your character, canon, preferences, and info about what your character's role would be, if you'd like. » Reply to others. » Thread.

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Barry Allen | DCTV | OTA

[scarletspeedster1]

martel ( fmab )

[sinuate]

[nestingdevil]

” They told me to run, Lord, they told me to run. And so I did. I ran, sweetheart. I ran and there he was. I ran to the devil and God, he was waiting. I ran to the devil and he was waiting. Waiting.”

“Waiting for me.”

They’ve never had to tell him twice. He knows their stories like the back of his hand; soldiers, at one point, scraped from the bottom of the barrel and discarded by the same country they had once been proud to serve. It’s an ironic kind of tragedy: how easily people can be tossed out, can be put the curb, like trinkets, old and forgotten. And still, the mantra drums on. ”For your duty,” they say. ”For your fellow man.” Yet, where morality is hypocritical and society pretends, the underworld? God, is it eager. The other, the undefined, always willing to pick up the pieces. For one man’s trash is another creature’s treasure and oh, oh, oh.

Do they know their avarice.

It’s been a month or so since he found them. Dehydrated, fearful, and ready for the next, conditional fight as predictable as the last. Dolcetto, perhaps, was the one who noticed him first. His bristle of fur all but set on end like a battling urchin, shaking its quills. Perhaps, instinct is to blame. Or maybe, he could just sense it - that unsettling whiff of alchemy surrounding him in a halo sulfur, static, and all things wrong, wrong, wrong.

”You’re not like us.”

”No, I’m not. But considering the circumstances - don’t think you’re really about to hold it against me, are you?”

The door leading to the hallway creases open. The place he’s picked isn’t exactly stellar. Groaning pipes knock endlessly through the night, the hustle from the adjacent alleyways creeps through the boards. Still, even so, it’s his; a nest by both name and company, littered with faces most dare not see. The south side of Dublith holds a particular reputation and as the lamps above quiver, a boot tip eases at the edge of the door. Allowing a shadow to stretch inward, like that of a bloodsucker, begging an invitation.

“Comfortable?” Greed’s voice slithers up his throat. Martel: she may be a serpent, that’s true, but in comparison? He’s an adder. An oozy undefined, gliding into each and every crevice it can find. The homunculus touches the wood frame outlining the door and as the pads of his fingers trace its imperfections (a dent, there. A split, running up the middle), he casually slumps his hips forward. His gesture, a wordless question, testing the odds:

”Comfortable enough to see me, at least?”

Not that he really has to ask. They’ve been down this road before. Him, loftily lounging between her sanctuary and everything he’s claimed - her, leveling out the decision. She, like the rest, is a woman on the rebound. One made by unfortunate circumstances and a heavy-played hand that should have buried them for good. Yet.

Yet.

The Sin opens his mouth and as his teeth pile together, he presses his thumbs at the loops of his pants. The waist line sags only a hair - forcing leather to slip and dip, like that of a slim towel, barely kept on. “Sorry, that was a little rude - I should knock first, shouldn’t I?” His tone bobs. Up and down goes his throat and under the wilt of a dying bulb, the look he takes is inky. Deep. The loom of a reaper, wrapped about and lingering for the one, fateful second. Maybe this time, she’ll draw her knife. Maybe, she’ll dart. Ever the cold-blooded thing that she is, sometimes? Even he can’t predict the next move.

Though, that’s never stopped him before.

Because she’s run enough, hasn’t she? From the bullets, the bomb-shells. From the eight-gauge needles and smears of iodine that had once kept her company. She’s run from it and survived - the hand of Sin alone, the only thing to drag her back up, up, up.

”I ran to the devil. Yes, I ran to the devil.”
“And he told me I was worth it.”

leonard mccoy ( aos )

[aviophobe]

[vulcanblood]

( Would you by chance be interested in something with a Spock? I had an idea where he (mis)disagnoses himself and goes to McCoy for conformation/solutions. Or I’m down for plotting if that doesn’t seem appealing!

james terrible kirk ( aos )

[uncurbed]

[oftwo]

[ any flavor of h/c you're interested in? ]

T'Challa | MCU | m/m

[orphanking]

Sherlock Holmes || Sherlock BBC || m/m

[desecrated]

Jessica Jones | Netflix Marvel | F/M

[assholic]

[Cast, MCU, DCEU, cross-canon welcome. (No Kilgraves)]

Kari Montgomery | House OC | OTA

[putbacktogether]

[Totally what she needs right now. Would love anyone who can play out some CR/buildup with the smut.]

Jason Todd | DC Comics | m/m

[red_hoods]

Jemma Simmons | Agents of SHIELD

[biochemistry]

[ota with f/f preference]

Daenerys Targaryen | GOT/ASOIAF

[ungentle]

[ota, modern also available]

Evaan Verlaine | Star Wars

[verlaines]

[ota with strong f/f preference]

Magdalene DeFoe | (pre) Repo! The Genetic Opera

[unseer]

[ota with f/f preference, canon also available]

jenna hunterson | waitress | ota

[specialpie]

trish walker | mcu | ota

[radioshows]

Bryce Banner | AU MCU | ota

[incrediblebanner]

jyn erso / rogue one / f/m

[shiningstardust]

Ilia Amitola|RWBY|ota

[my_true_colors]

ignis scientia ( ffxv )

[functionalists]

Daniel Rand | Marvel 616 (or mcu)

[dannyrand]

Bucky Barnes | MCU | M/F

[protivvyter]

Rey | Star Wars | OTA

[abalance]

nish sen | destiny ( oc ) | ota

[arcwebs]

[stopdying]

[He feels exhausted.

A few hours have already passed since Hawthorne let them go, more than enough time to clean up and screw his head back on right. The field was empty save for them, crickets chirping from somewhere nearby. In front of an audience, it's easier to maintain most of his composure. There's no one to hide from when it's just the two of them, making the mask harder to keep on. He doesn't like humouring his own thoughts when they come back from missions like the last one. All he can see is Nish's body skidding across the rocky alien terrain, his Ghost's voice in his ear telling him Guardian down, even though —

Emmerich slows long enough to watch Nish walk ahead of him, nonchalant as always. Alive as always, standing under the night sky. It's cooler without their armour on, but it makes them both look smaller. Fragile. A fact he doesn't want to remember right then.]

Nish.

We should head back.

Gary "Eggsy" Unwin • Kingsman • OTA

[abulldoginnit]

Veronica Lodge | Riverdale

[ibreakthem]