#magical healing cock

[sharonisthebettercarter]

oh lord--

not me realizing the 'enlarged prostate' is probably really just a way to confirm how homelander has 'juiced up sperm', the ones that made ryan...

is that what this is? just a way to tell us there's a naturally made v in his seminal fluid and where it comes from? a way to tell us he has radioactive compound v jizz?

does he have an actual 'magical healing cock'??

do they mean to tell us that the cure to william's brain bug is *actually*, *literally*, homelander's fucking cock juice, his *SPUNK*?? i--

[theresthesnitch]

not me looking at AO3 tags and thinking it would be fun to write a fic based on that

[miratriss]

Sometimes a line up is legendary

[leydhawk]

Big ol fic rec here!

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/49204132"><strong>Foothold</strong></a> (7127 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/missbeizy"><strong>missbeizy</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Captain%20America%20(Movies)">Captain America (Movies)</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/The%20Avengers%20(Marvel%20Movies)">The Avengers (Marvel Movies)</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Marvel%20Cinematic%20Universe">Marvel Cinematic Universe</a><br />Rating: Explicit<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers<br />Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel)<br />Additional Tags: Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Steve Rogers, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, First Time, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, Depression, BDSM, Dom/sub, Dom Bucky Barnes, Sub Steve Rogers, Rough Sex, Face-Fucking, Hurt/Comfort, Painplay, Scratching, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Spanking, Rimming, Porn with Feelings, Idiots in Love<br />Summary: <p>Steve is depressed and unsure of how to make a life for himself in the modern world. And then he gets Bucky back. Kinky healing ensues.</p>

[normalbrothers]

nothing more bankrupt in fandom than the idea that (romantic) love can cure trauma by sheer virtue of it

[spnorwhatever]

um a sudden thought as I am mid-ATLiS reread and onto Dean's infection I totally forgot about.

Like. Okay Dean and Cas know the reason that Dean can fight it off is because he's temporaly displaced. But what does. Well, not everyone else, but like, Amanda, think it is. Surely she's gotta speculate on something even if she's going off trusting Cas that he'll survive

so like. it's gotta be romcom/fanfic rules. Much like what they think the other changes can be attributed to... it's GOTTA be magic healing cock- Dean has a fighting chance bc he's banging Cas, and Cas is immune, and if they're banging and exchanging bodily fluids and you are what you eat, then, well...

[chadsuke]

but will you share them?

I MEAN SURE. IF YOU REALLY WANT THEM

the “self lubricating elven assholes” book is claimed by the orc prince by Lionel hart. it’s an elf/orc arranged marriage au. it’s erotica/has a lot of smut (idk where the line is between ‘erotica’ and ‘not erotica with a lot of sex’). it’s exactly what you��d expect. I’m 77% done with it and it’s a SERIES but I doubt I’ll be continuing

the “king David gay Bible au” is the prince’s psalm by Eric shaw Quinn. idk shit abt this book except that it’s David/jonathan and it like. Exists. it’s on my 8k+ book tbr tho

the “cum scented monsters” book is the last Sun by K.D. Edwards. I read the whole thing and gave it a 2 star and the only reason it wasn’t a one star was bc I was CONSTANTLY sharing passages of the book with friends. P sure I posted at least one here. I remember nothing except sheer confusion that this book was published and there was a cum-scented monster.

the “fishpreg isekai” is the disabled tyrant’s beloved pet fish by xue shan fei hu. a guy isekais into a villain’s pet fish and they fall in love and there is fishpreg down the line. i read it to make fun of it and it was actually the funniest stupidest insane shit and I can’t wait for volume 2 in a week and a half 👍

there. some of the fucking weird gay books I’ve found

[nemainofthewater]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 琅琊榜 | Nirvana in Fire (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lin Shu | Mei Changsu | Su Zhe/Xiao Jinghuan Characters: Lin Shu | Mei Changsu | Su Zhe, Xiao Jinghuan, Lin Chen (Nirvana in Fire) Additional Tags: Magical healing dick, if ever there was a fandom desperately in need of this trope it was nif, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, obvsly, Fix-It, i guess Summary:

What if by a happy accident, one of Prince Yu’s gifts turned out too good to refuse?

[separatist-apologist]

I know you like elriel, what writers do you recommend? Is anyone neutral about Lucien? I tried a couple on AO3 but the Lucien bashing ruins it for me.

@thesistersarcheron, every time. I joke she was baby's first elriel fic but go read Crimson Clover and then come back and talk to me.

[sun-dari]

shen qingqiu is like there is only one way to cure me of the poison i am afflicted with but it won't ever be relevant to me in any way and i am like yep, mhm, whatever you say sweetie

[mrspockify]

10 and 12 for the behind the scenes asks!

10. Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?

Well easily exposition is my least favorite, I get very bogged down sometimes by making sure everything makes sense and all the pieces come together right, so I think I get distracted with worrying about that sometimes.

I think I might be better at writing plot, but I actually really enjoy writing dialogue! I think it's fun to figure out what a character might actually say vs. what they are trying to convey or hide from someone else. I think the way people talk is complicated and messy, and sometimes we want characters to say things they just wouldn't, so it's exciting to try and work around realistic dialogue.

12. Is there a trope you haven't written yet but really want to?

I had to look up fanfiction tropes for this bc I feel like for the most part I've written a lot of tropes that I enjoy already. I think one I haven't gotten around to is forced proximity/stuck somewhere together, which I think lends itself to cool character interactions.

One that I'd like to write more of, bc I've only done it once and never finished the idea: mind control/loss of control over their body.

ask meme

[trashbatistrash]

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[lovelybucky1]

Ain’t as Good as I Once Was

warnings: old man!logan x AFAB!reader, riding, bratting, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, age gap, punishment, degradation, 18+ minors dni, divider from @strangergraphics

“C’mon, girlie, if you want it, you’re gonna have to take it yourself,” Logan’s gruff voice says from below you.

You’re sitting on his lap, trying desperately to fuck yourself on his cock as he sigs back and watches you. Despite your begging, Logan refuses to do the work for you.

“I’m too old for this shit. If you’re that fuckin’ horny, you can take care of it yourself,” he told you smugly.

You sank down on his cock and have been trying to bounce on it, but the strain on your thighs is too much to reach a satisfying pace.

“Please, Daddy, can’t you just fuck me?” you whine pathetically. Logan smirks a bit and chuckles through his nose.

“I ain’t as good as I once was, dollface. I doubt my old bones can fuck you the way you want me to,” he says, not seeming apologetic in the slightest.

You know he’s full of shit. He may be old and gray, but his healing factor keeps him in peak condition. He’d be able to fuck you just fine, he’s just a crotchety old man who wants to see you suffer for his entertainment.

He places a large hand on your hip and starts gently guiding you, urging you to rock back and forth. You follow his movements and while it’s better than what you were attempting, it’s still not what you want.

“You’re a spoiled fuckin’ princess, that’s the problem. So used to Daddy takin’ care of ya, you forgot how to ride, is that it?” Shamelessly you bite your lip and nod.

You wouldn’t call yourself spoiled. Well cared for is a better term. Logan never lets his girl go to bed unsatisfied, and now he’s suffering from the consequences of his actions.

“C’mon, flip me over and fuck me,” you say.

Logan raises an eyebrow at you.

“Who do you think you are, givin’ orders? If I want you to ride my cock, then that’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna fuck that pretty pussy with it until she’s had her fill.”

Logan lets go of your hip but you keep up with the same pace he set. With his hand now freed, he reaches over to the nightstand to grab his cigar and lighter. He lights up and smokes it as if he were at the bar, not in bed, deep inside his girl.

He looks up at you, bored, as smoke pours out of his mouth. You’ve been riding the edge of just enough for the past fifteen minutes and you’re getting increasingly frustrated with Logan’s lack of help. You briefly consider being more of a brat in hopes of egging him on enough to punish you with a hard fuck, but with the kind of mood he’s in, it’s likely that the punishment would be stopping entirely.

You let your head hang down as you brace yourself with your hands on his chest. The solid muscle covered in gray hair is hot, unnaturally so, under your touch and you desperately want to feel that heat on your back while he fucks you from behind.

“Daddy,” you plead quietly.

“What’s the matter, dollface?” he asks, playing dumb like the tease he is.

“I can’t do it.”

Logan smirks around his cigar like you just said the magic words he’s been waiting to hear this whole time.

“What’re you saying?”

You pout down at him. “I can’t make myself cum. I need you to do it for me”

Logan, surprisingly, grins at you. “Bet you regret calling me an old man now, huh?”

You furrow your brows in confusion, but you quickly realize what he’s talking about. Before this all started, you pounced on his lap and asked him to fuck you. He told you he was busy reading his book, and in your usual bratty fashion, you replied, “What, you can’t get it up, old man?”

“I didn’t mean it, Daddy,” you whine. “I swear, I was just teasing you.”

Logan hums but makes no effort to move. “Guess you better start behaving if you want something from me.”

“I promise I’ll be good. I won’t talk back anymore,” you attempt to bargain.

You both know that’s about as empty of a promise as you could give, but Logan doesn’t seem to care. He prefers when you’re trouble anyway; it’s the game you play. He’s the grumpy and mean and you’re the spoiled, demanding princess.

Logan stubs his cigar out in the ashtray on the nightstand and places both hands on your hips. He lifts you off of him with ease, something that never fails to amaze you, and sets you on the bed next to him.

He moves so he’s kneeling between your legs and holding them up around his waist, his cock lined up at your entrance.

“Spoiled fuckin’ rotten, you are,” he mutters as he pushes inside.

Logan always makes sure his girl goes to bed satisfied, no matter how much of a brat she is.

[mynahx3]

I'll Make You Better, Baby 1.5k

This is a lil drabble of @meo-eiru elf OC Silas. The lil cutie just wants to take care of his little human Hope everyone enjoys!! Got inspired after getting sick ;-;

WARNINGS: Noncon oral (male receiving), forced infantilization, implied kidnapping, implied prior noncon, weird misunderstood mom/ baby relationship, Silas does not understand his feelings for reader lol GN! Reader

Being sick had to be one of the worst things to happen at this very moment. It hurt to move; you barfed almost everything you ate, and all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep until you felt better.

When it happened before, you would stay home from work. Recover bundled in your bed with a plethora of medications on your nightstand, maybe with a cup of tea or two to soothe your aching throat. Either sleep the day away or spend the time bingeing your favorite show.

Things like that took time for you to get better, but they were conventional.

Now if someone told you that you'd be forced into the care of a delusional elf after getting lost in the enchanted forest, you'd call them crazy. But here you were, being pampered as he insisted on feeding you strange concoctions, doting on you like a mother would.

Only a mother wouldn't be doing this to their child.

Silas currently had you on the bed, bundled in the blanket, but you were on your knees. He stood at the foot of the bed; being as tall as he was, he loomed over you like a giant. His eyes were lovestruck and filled with tears as he guided your head up and down his length.

The taste of him was all over your tongue; a mix of his cum and drool went down your chin. Not bad, per say; it tasted sweeter with a hint of saltiness, unlike any human you've ever been with.

His fingers were tangled in your hair as he assisted you, moving your head with a firm but gentle touch. Your mouth aches around him, and he barely went halfway; your throat felt raw and stretched as you took more and more of him in.

"Feels so good, my baby." Silas praised, his hips bucking more into your throat on accident. "Let me, let me help you."

The action made you gag, hands pushing harder on his hips. It was a miracle you could breathe with how much your nose was stopped up much less with his monster of a cock down your throat.

You closed your eyes and tried to relax, focusing on your breathing and blocking out the sensation of him filling you up. It was a task easier said than done. Silas moans above you, high and needy like always, long ears down and twitching; his entire face blushed a deep red.

When this was first proposed, you fought it, like always; your weak attempts did nothing to phase him. His strength compared to yours was like night and day; he easily picked you up from the floor where he found you in the bathroom after dinner.

Doting on you, cleaning you up after barfing, and then claiming he had to feed his baby. That he needed to give you your medicine.

You knew what that meant. Another session of swallowing his fluids. His blood. His cum. He tried to get you to drink milk from his large chest, but that didn't work, to his disappointment, so he had to make due. He was still trying to trigger his lactation to no avail.

Not much was known of the magical realm to humans, much less elves. Magical beings were said to have healing properties, but this way was… demeaning.

A choked sound comes from you; his hips move faster as he continues to force his fluids down your throat. You open your eyes, your hands pushing harder on his hips, trying to find the strength to pry yourself off him, but he only cooed at you sweetly.

With a hand over yours, he guided it along what didn't fit in your mouth, making it run along it smoothly. The taste was overwhelming, and his cock had a velvety texture over your tongue, making it difficult to resist the sensation. Letting out a muffled cry, you looked up at him, tears going down your cheeks, trying to convey your discomfort, but he only smiled down at you, tears in his own eyes.

"Just a little longer." He urged, moans escaping his lips as you gargled on his length. "A little longer and you'll feel better. Mommy will make you feel so good, I promise."

The sound of his voice was both soothing and unsettling, as you struggled to comply with his demands. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, the taste of him becoming more unbearable with each passing second. But you knew you had no choice but to endure it, hoping that eventually it would all be over. As you fought back the urge to gag, his grip on your head tightened, pushing you further down.

Moaning in pleasure, he gently patted your hair, whispering words of encouragement that only added to your discomfort.

"Such a strong baby. You'll be full soon, so full and happy."

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to block out the sensations overwhelming you. With how fast he was moving and how loud he was, it wouldn't be long.

His hips stuttered, his breathing becoming more erratic as he reached his peak. The sound of his pleasure-filled moans filled the room, making your skin crawl even more.

As he finally came, your mouth was filled even more. The hot, fruity taste of his release made you gag, but you forced yourself to swallow it down, knowing there was no other choice.

"There you go, there you go." He encouraged, making sure to keep his hold on you until you swallowed every drop.

He was groaning as he felt your tongue travel along his length, sending shivers down his spine. He almost felt his knees give in from the sensations, but he held on, reveling in the pleasure you were giving him.

As he released his grip on you, you felt a wave of relief wash over you; this gave you the moment to gasp for air. The room fell silent, the only sound being the heavy breathing of both of you.

You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move as you tried to compose yourself. Harder for you than him. Although you were still experiencing headaches and body aches, at least your nausea had subsided. The frown was back on your face, something that you never really tried to hide anymore.

Silas wiped the remnants from your chin before kissing you gently, his tongue going into your mouth in a slow, sensual manner. He let the kiss go on for what felt like an eternity, his hands exploring your body with a gentle touch. Eventually, he pulled away with a soft smile, cupping your face as he pecked your nose, ignoring the way you glared at him.

"Come sleep with mommy, baby!"

He looked fine, aside from the light blush on his cheeks and pointy ears. As cheerful as always, fixing himself to get ready for bed, he preferred to sleep in the nude.

You really couldn't stand him, you thought, a grimace on your face as you reluctantly followed him to bed. The two of you followed your usual routine since you've been sick.

He made you drink a mysterious liquid from a glass; it was a dark red, almost like blood, and knowing him, it most likely was.

He grinned broadly when you handed him the glass back after drinking it. The taste was of iron and cherries, a strange combination that surprisingly wasn't as bad as you expected. You couldn't help but wonder what exactly he was giving you, but you were used to it by now. His coddling, his singing, and his insistence on taking care of you despite your protests.

You were used to it all by now. Plus, you were really too exhausted to fight anymore.

With you nestled against his chest and a blanket around the two of you, his arms encircling your body like a vice, he was beyond happy. Silas always had a way of getting what he wanted, even if it meant invading your personal space. You couldn't stand him or his behavior at times.

Occasionally, though, he was right.

The effects of his bodily fluids were no doubt working their magic on you, leaving you feeling surprisingly content. You felt warm all over and strangely full in your stomach, like if you had eaten a delicious soup. Your throat was finally free of the acid from barfing and whatever he had done to it.

Looking at him, he slept peacefully, snoring lightly as he laid next to you in bed. Despite his annoying habits, there was a sense of comfort in his presence.

No, no. That wasn't it.

You closed your eyes, shaking your head. The warmth of his body next to yours was simply soothing, nothing more.

You weren't thinking straight; it had to be the fever getting to your brain.

It didn't help that you really needed to get some sleep.

Relaxing more against him, you felt your eyes grow heavier, the sound of his breathing lulling you into a peaceful slumber. The fever-induced delirium was taking its toll, but for now, you were content to drift off in his comforting embrace.

[shirks-all-responsibilities]

I discovered this fic yesterday and it is one of the most exquisitely precious and poignant allegories for depression and healing I have ever read? I want to delicately and with the utmost care tuck this fic into a soft felted envelope, protected and safe from the all the world, and cradle it right next to my very heart.

It's beautiful how open this fic is to interpretation. I couldn't help but see it like the experience of a depressive episode so deep that one's sense of reality is impacted, memory altered, the brain distorting and drowning and pulling everything deep into a black hole, entering this almost quasi-dreamlike surreal state…the fic can be read as though it weaves in and out of that experience in almost a whimsical lamentation, and GAH my whole complete and entire heart just ACHED.

The beginning was so powerful because of how you alluded to the anguished bewilderment of one's coping mechanisms failing, the distraught feeling of not knowing where else to turn? How the reader dredges up just enough strength to keep going and hold on to that glimmer of hope was so heartwrenching.

I adore tender hurt/comfort and healing in fic, and Ezra is one of my favorites for it, but what you've written here goes far beyond in ways I can't quite find the words for. There's something about how it feels so surreal and fairytale-like but simple and grounded all at the same time…like you've stripped down compassion and love and their impacts to their most essential core, of what it means to be human, to exist. Your Ezra here and all that he represents is one of the most deeply comforting and precious things I have ever read.

The way that the reader reaches a moment of clarity laced with sorrow at the end, how these are the final lines? MY HEART:

“I’m sorry I went away, Ezra. I don’t know how it happened. I won’t leave again.” “Little bird, I know you think you flew away but you never really left. You were right here with me all along, safe inside my heart.”

Thank you so very much for this beautifully-written fic.

Prospect fic: He Is Home

An Ezra x Reader one-shot

Rating: Explicit for smut Relationship: Ezra x Fem Reader (You) Tags: Smut; Taking A Bath Together; Soft Touching; Oral Sex, F Receiving; Vaginal Sex; Hurt/Comfort; Forehead Kisses; Angsty Fluff; Magical Healing Cock Wordcount: 3K

Also posted on Ao3 - link is in my Masterlist. I also have a Javi x Reader one-shot A Walk In The Woods (smut)

A/N: Written for @yespolkadotkitty​‘s follower celebration writing challenge for the prompt All along, I believed I would find you. Thank you to Kitty for the beta 💗

Summary: You are walking in the rain and feel lost and confused, so you take refuge in Ezra’s house and he looks after you. 

He Is Home

You thought you’d grown strong enough to cope with bad weather after walking for so long, through all seasons. It had been hard at first, but you’d soon learned how to protect yourself from the elements. There were still odd days when you struggled, but you’d remind yourself that everything was temporary. And anyway, even the harshest sun would mellow into a soft glow at dusk. The hardest rain would eventually ease and reward you with the sweet scent of new growth. 

But something has changed today. You tell yourself it must be the cumulative effect of the journey so far. You just need a break, that’s all. Only there’s no place to stop. 

This wind is not the strongest you’ve walked through, but today you’re gasping as it whips around your face and steals the breath from your nose and the words from your mouth. You keep your head down and brace your body against it, but you can’t seem to pick up speed like you would have done yesterday.

Objectively, you know you’ve withstood heavier rain than this. But your shoes have holes that were not there yesterday. And you swear your coat used to be waterproof, but today it is letting in the rain. 

Even so, you know you’d have coped with these setbacks once. But you are suddenly, inexplicably, unable to cope anymore. 

You turn a corner and for a moment your heart feels lighter. You forget your wet feet and your freezing hands because you can see a light up ahead. If you can just keep going for a few more minutes everything will be okay, because you know that is where Ezra lives. 

And the light means he is home.

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[fookinstevienicks]

I am so fucking tired of reading stories that set up a plotline that doesn't get resolved because the blorbos had their love confession and the writer acts like that's the resolution

like no you wrote a whole story about another character writing a defamatory book about the entire ensemble cast and instead of addressing any of the natural consequences of that decided that a kiss kiss love you fade to black is the resolution

or one of your blorbos is having a major depressive episode that literally everyone is worried about and instead of idk therapy and recovery it's kiss kiss love you the end. like seriously dude was passively suicidal three paragraphs ago!

every story just being a device to get to a romance or sex scene is goddamn boring to be entirely honest