#silver knight au

[elementaldoughnut12]

"Protect You From The Rain"

*This is from the night JD got injured and I didn't know all the other stuff so I just changed his injuries! Hope you get better soon JD!*

*This is from my Silver Knight AU*

Doughnut Team: @afterdarkprincess @thlayli-ra

“Where am I?” JD says quietly as he sways from side to side. He bumped his head on the commentary table during his match a few minutes ago and he hasn't felt right since. His vision is blurry, his head feels like it's on fire and there's a giant bruise on his forehead. He asked Finn to help take him to medical but the older man just sneered at him and told him to walk there himself. So now here he is, touching the walls as a way of navigation cause he can't see for shit.

“I think I'm almost there” JD says drowsily, as he continues feeling the walls while walking around the arena. He lets out a yelp as he trips on a camera cable and falls to the ground. “Fuck” JD says with a groan as he crawls helplessly on the floor. He hears two pairs of footsteps coming his way so he goes into a fetal position and covers his head assuming the worst. “Are you ok JD?” A voice asks worryingly. 

“We saw your match and that bump didn't look good bud” a second voice says with a concerned tone. JD looks up and sees flashes of blue and yellow which he automatically recognizes as his husbands, Seth and Drew. “Oh, I just hit my head on the commentary table! No big deal!” He says with a slurred tone. “I think you need some medical help” Seth offers as he gently grabs JD's left arm. “We'll help take you there” Drew offers as well as he grabs JD's other arm.

They help him up off the floor with JD struggling to stay standing. “Thanks guys but I can walk there myself” JD says as he sways from left to right. Seth and Drew look at each other with concerned looks. “Babe, you can barely stand” Seth says, concerned. “You also sound like you had a few pints at the bar” Drew points out. “I told you two I'm…” JD doesn't finish before he collapses on the floor unconscious. The last thing he hears is both men yelling his name. 

The next time JD comes to, he feels something warm and fuzzy against his face. He feels someone gently scratching his scalp. He moves around a bit to get comfortable and he hears a quiet giggle above him. He opens his eyes and sees his vision is back to normal but also realizes he's laying on Seth's chest. “Good morning teacup” Seth says sweetly as he leans down and kisses JD. “Is it really morning?” JD asks curiously with a blush. “No, you passed out for thirty minutes and we took you to medical during that” Seth explains as he sits up and puts JD in his lap.

The door opens and Drew walks in with a pill bottle, a mini cooler and a handheld mirror. “Looks like our teacup is awake! How you feeling love?” Drew asks as he walks over to the two men and gives JD a kiss as well. “Like my head is on fire and I think I have a bruise on my head” JD explains as he reaches for his forehead but gets his hand gently slapped by Seth. “It's best not to touch it hon” Seth warns him nicely. “Why not? It's just a bruise right?” JD asks curiously. 

“Best to see it for yourself love” Drew says carefully as he hands JD the mirror. JD looks into the mirror and his eyes widen. What he thought was just a bruise was actually a giant purple goose egg on the side of his forehead. “Oh my god” JD says in a panicked tone as he starts shaking. “Don't panic teacup! It's just a bump!” Drew says as he holds JD's hands. Seth wraps his arms around JD's waist as a way to calm him down. “It's ok sweetheart, it's ok” Seth says quietly in JD's ear. 

It takes JD a few minutes to stop shaking and calm down. “Are you feeling better now teacup?” Seth asks kindly, JD nodding in response. “Can we take care of you now?” Drew asks, JD nodding to that as well. They both give him a kiss on the cheek as Drew pulls out an ice pack from the cooler. “The ice pack will help with the swelling and probably help with your headache” Drew explains as he gently presses the ice pack to JD's forehead. 

“Drew, you can't hold that ice pack forever! That's why I came prepared!” Seth says happily as he pulls out a seafoam green cloth headband from his pocket. “You remembered my favorite color?” JD asks curiously as Seth puts the headband on his head, holding the ice pack in place. “It's the same color as your collar isn't it?” Drew asks with a laugh. “You think we didn't know what your favorite color was?” Seth asks a bit sadly. 

“Well, we usually never hang out at work cause we do our own thing and we only hang out at home when Daddy is around” JD says truthfully, which shocks both men. “Oh my god, we're awful husbands” Drew says with his head in his hands. “Yeah we're definitely changing that because you are not staying by yourself anymore” Seth says a bit too loudly which hurts JD's head. “Can you quiet down a bit? My head still hurts like hell” JD says with a whimper. “Oops, sorry teacup!” Seth whispers as Drew pulls out a water bottle from the cooler.

“These will definitely help with the headache” Drew offers as he takes two pills from the bottle. “Are your hands clean? Cause I've seen you scratch your crotch when you wear your kilt” JD says which causes Seth to laugh and Drew to blush. “That was one time!” Drew argues back with the blush running down his neck. “It's all the time Drew but I forgive you!” JD says with a laugh as he takes the pills from Drew's hand, swallows the pills with the water and gives Drew a kiss on the cheek. 

“Jesus christ you're adorable” Drew says affectionately. “I know! Anyways, how did yall know I got injured tonight?” JD asks curiously. “Daddy saw what happened on TV and called us the moment your match ended because he was worried about you” Seth explains as he traces stars on JD's arm. “He thought that Finn would attack you or something… he didn't, did he?” Drew asks worryingly. “No, opposite really! He told me to go to medical myself after I asked if he could take me” JD answers, causing both men to growl. 

“He didn't help you at all? What a prick!” Drew says angrily. “I should break his fucking shoulder again just for the hell of it!” Seth says with an evil grin. “Before you guys go off and commit unnecessary murder can we nap? My match left me burnt out” JD says with a yawn, melting both men's hearts. “You're right teacup, Drew you mind hitting the lights and door?” Seth asks nicely as he lays back down with JD laying on his chest. 

“Already on it” Drew says as he locks the door and turns off the light. He walks back over and lays next to Seth on the couch. JD gets himself comfortable on Seth's chest as Drew wraps his arm around the two of them. They both watch as JD falls asleep and his breathing evens out. “He looks so small next to us, now I know why Daddy calls him Clover” Drew says with a quiet laugh. “He is the resident baby out of all of us which means he needs the most protecting” Seth says as he tucks some hair behind JD's ear. 

“So we both agree that we're gonna watch him more at work and absolutely fucking murder Finn next time we see him?” Drew asks curiously. “Oh absolutely! That tiny little gremlin ain't hurting teacup anymore” Seth says confidently. “God, I love you” Drew says with a smile. “Love you too you big lug now go to sleep” Seth says quietly as he kisses Drew deeply and closes his eyes. Drew closes his eyes as well as both men wrap their arms protectively around JD. The two biggest and bravest flowers will protect their clover from the rain.

[cephalosaur]

sonic's first order of business as king is a spaghetti dinner with all of his knights.

i once overheard a conversation my mother was having with my grandmother. i mostly heard "spaghetti" and "round table" and now we're here.

[rooniearts]

my sister informed me of the possibility of espilver with their respective knight and poet designs and i have never been the same

[raddest-laddest]

scug bug names and such

[ken-yamh]

"You are all the inspiration I need"

🌹⚔

[yellowvixen]

Post bath grooming :]

My side of an art trade with @pajulammas of Lancelot and Galahad from his fanfic Chivalrous Devotion!! Check it out if you like old man yaoi 😌

[jesterjesteringjesterly]

Galahad was sent out to vanquish the demon and came back engaged

I thought I was so creative coming up with “Possessed suit of armour” SATBK Metal Sonic only to find out it’s very common.

[dominolemon]

I havnt been working on to much for satbk au thingy but have this magma doodle

[poprock-silvi]

“ Many shadows wait to pounce, but only one smart enough will wait to kill. “

[pajulammas]

AU-tober 2024 – Day 5: Cherished [Chivalrous Devotion AU]

Sir Lancelot is known for his strength. He is a dangerous opponent – it almost seems like he has no weaknesses. That's not entirely true. His greatest weakness is his only child, Galahad. Because he would do anything to keep his sweet boy safe and happy.

The fic can be read here!

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[thlayli-ra]

I got you a whump idea thlayli! The wheel has chosen "chronic pain" and I wanna see if you can do it in my Silver Knight au with Silver knight and Silver Randy! Love ya! ❤️ 🍩💖🍩

Eek! The pressure! Hope it delivers, Doughnut! (Love ya too!)

Trick - 'Chronic Pain'

Characters - LA Knight, Randy Orton

Rating - 'Teen and up'

Warning Tags - Smut, Daddy/Baby kink

LA Knight knew his back was on the verge of seizing up about two thirds of the way through his match. Sure, he'd managed to emerge victorious, but the twenty-something greenhorn that he'd put in his place had already scampered back up the ramp to lick his wounds, while he was still sitting on the edge of the ring apron, working up the courage to move.

It was only when one of the cameramen informed him that the commercial break was almost over and he needed to leave that he creaked himself off the apron onto the floor and the pain in his knees flared up too. With one arm on his lower back, and his other using the guard rail as a support, Knight hobbled his way to the back. Spying himself on the giant screen of the Titan Tron, he heaved a sigh. He looked like an old man.

He was an old man!

Hell, they were already throwing around the dreaded 'R'-word when he first arrived at WWE at the ripe old age of forty! That was over twenty years ago, and here he was in his sixties, still going, still holding on, unable to let go of the pull of the crowd, their adoration and worship. He loved the kiss of the mat, the smell of stale sweat that hung in the air, the butterflies in his stomach before his music hit, the shot of adrenaline when they chanted his name.

He loved it all. And like any addict, the thought of going cold turkey terrified him more than anything. He had been fortunate, however and his body had held throughout the decades to gift him a long, decorated career.

But even the most cared-for and well-trained bodies decayed over time and the cracks were finally started to show in his. His knees were failing and his back was getting stiff, the painkillers becoming less and less effective at numbing the agony.

'Come on, now, enough with the defeatist crap,' Knight scolded himself internally. 'That aint your style. You're sore now but your heat-pack is warming up right now in your locker room and once you strap it on, you'll feel like a new man again.' He smirked smugly, letting go of the rail and straightening his spine despite its protests to walk the final few steps tall and proud. 'You aint ready for the glue factory just yet, old timer.'

Making his way through the curtain, Knight found his plans instantly dashed when he was accosted by a imposing figure. Age did nothing to dim the captivating allure of Randy Orton who stood every inch as tall as he had in his youth and if anything only seemed to be getting broader. His arms and shoulders, his waist and thighs were thicker these days, still densely packed with muscle making him look huge in comparison to most other wrestlers on the roster.

Including Knight! And he wasn't exactly a scrawny man by any standards. Sure parts of his body were softer than before and he was losing the battle against gravity so things were starting to sag a little, but his dedication to the gym meant he remained beautifully defined all over, even the mounds of his six pack still peeked through his paunchy belly.

He was still capable of catching an eye or two, these days maybe more than ever. And what's more, he knew it!

'That was stunning,' Randy noted slyly, stroking the back of his fingers down Knight's clammy cheek, Knight's heart giving a flutter.

'What, my match,my win?' he teased with a grin. 'You're gonna have to be more specific.'

'You... just you,' Randy replied, now cupping Knight's cheek with his large palm.

'Again, you're gonna have to be more specific. Which part of me did you like?'

Randy leant in closer, bringing his voice down low. 'Are you fishing for compliments, Baby?'

'From you, Daddy? Always!'

'Hmm.' Pulling back, Randy kept his lips sealed tight, instead moving his hand to caress through Knight's short, spiked hair. It had been many colours over the years. When he was an infant, it had been a glittering gold, but by the time he'd reached school age it had darkened to a rich tawny brown and now in his old age, it had gone a bright silvery grey. Like the majestic feathers of a swan's wing, it shimmered against his tanned skin (he opted for a slightly darker hue these days to bring out the contrast) and with his beard now almost matching too (just a few sparse patches of chestnut and auburn remaining) and the thick thatch of silver body hair covering every inch of him, he cut a striking figure, indeed.

Randy, like all of his husbands, was very fond of Knight's silvery locks and loved to brush his fingertips through it. Pity he couldn't return the favour - Randy didn't need to shave his head these days, hadn't for a long time now - but Knight didn't mind. There were plenty other parts of Randy that he adored getting his hands on.

'Why don't I show you what I mean?' Randy quirked a cheeky eyebrow at Knight who felt even weaker at the knees than before and had to steady himself with his bare shoulder against the wall.

'H-here? Now?'

'Why not? I don't have a match later.' Not that anyone could tell since he was wearing his gear underneath his tight-fitting shirt. Randy was always ready to step into the ring, no matter what was written on the match card.

The offer was too good to pass up, but then a twinge snapped in Knight's lower back and he fought the urge to rub it in case Orton saw and called the whole thing off. He was desperate for some quality time with his Daddy, he just needed a moment to swallow down some painkillers, strap on the heat-pad for a spell and limber up, that's all.

'How can I refuse?' he said with a cute shrug. 'Just give me a half-hour to hop in the showers and prep myself for ya then-'

'Oh no, Baby,' now both of Randy's hands held Knight's jaw, drawing him in closer so that Randy could place his lips at his ear. His warm breath tickled the inner layers of his ear canal, making Knight shudder with delight. 'I'll do the honours tonight.'

And so, Knight found himself on the leather sofa in his locker room, perched on his knees with his wrestling trunks bunched around his thighs and his upper chest and shoulders resting on the arm to support himself. And God bless Randy who lubed him and prepped him so thoroughly when there was absolutely nothing back there that could be described as tight these days. And when he felt the entire length of Randy's girth slide his way up his loosened passage into the centre of his core, it felt so damn good that all that pain in his knees and back were instantly forgotten.

Well... almost!

Kinda like when there's an itch right there in the middle of your foot, just underneath the hard, calloused skin on the sole and no amount of scratching or scrubbing or scuffing quite reaches it. Or maybe more when you have a toothache and no matter how much you try to distract yourself all you can feel is that dull, pulsing throb, and for some bizarre reason, all you want to do is worry it with your tongue or gnash your teeth down hard on it. Or at least, that's what Knight would do, try to lean into the pain, and he did that now, arching his back up, which in turn applied more pressure to his cranky knees. The pain intensified, upping the adrenaline rushing through his veins and it made the good stuff feel all that much better.

Unable to lift his head up with his hips so high, Knight lay with his cheek flat against the leather and groaned. His undecipherable noises getting louder and louder with each perfectly aimed thrust from Randy. The older man held him tight, his strong fingers digging in to the squishy muffin rolls at Knight's flanks deep enough to bruise them (Knight knew this because he loved to count them in the mirror the following morning) and pounded into him, knowing that Knight enjoyed things a little rougher than most.

'You liking that, Baby?'

The silver-haired man could only answer with a slew of slurred moans. Randy slid his palm up Knight's back, his fingertips catching in the soft folds of fat and muscle around his shoulder blades and dragged it back, lightly scraping the bronze skin with his fingernails. Knight let out the loudest groan yet and yes, it was partly because he liked getting a little scuffed up by his Daddy (he had chosen wrestling as his only profession for crying out loud, it came with the territory!) but also because Randy had unknowingly hit several knots that were clenching up like balled fists of flesh.

'Do that again, Daddy! Please!' Knight begged and Randy was all too happy to oblige, this time dragging both palms down Knight's back. It felt almost like a massage but didn't hit deep enough. Unlike Randy's cock which at that very moment was buried in him right up to the hilt, grinding back and forth against Knight's swollen prostate and reducing almost every one of his waking thoughts to mush. He couldn't process a full strand of consciousness let alone string together a sentence, but he managed to let out a long, drawn-out rumble from his throat, his eyelids falling shut. 'Nearly there already, Baby? Tut tut! You just wait for Daddy to finish first, you hear me?'

Knight may not boast the same stamina he once had but dear lord, Randy sure did. He kept going for another ten minutes at least, pumping and thrusting into Knight's pliant body, changing the pace every so often to draw out more moans of joy from his enraptured, younger husband. Sometimes painfully slow, almost pulling his dick right out of Knight's slack hole before snaking all the way back in again, sometimes blisteringly fast until the slapping sounds of their hips colliding became deafening. Sometimes he gripped Knight's hips, sometimes he scratched his back, sometimes he buried his fingers in Knight's silver hair and lightly tugged at it.

Knight loved every second of it. Every single, tiny, minuscule second!

But all good things have to come to an end some time, and when Randy felt himself drawing close to his climax, he curled his arm under Knight's quivering stomach to grip his rock-hard cock and help him towards the finish line as well. Randy had barely touched him before Knight spilled his load - he'd been holding on by the skin of his teeth for what seemed like eternity by then - and Randy soon followed, coming with a grunt deep inside of Knight.

They stayed that way for a minute or two, joined together, but when the waves of pleasure battering Knight's skull began to wain and calm, the pain drew in like dark clouds in the sky.

Easing himself free, Randy wobbled over to Knight's bag to fetch a towel and wipe the mess off himself. 'I take it back,' he said with a chuckle, 'that was stunning!'

He didn't receive an answer so looked back over his shoulder to find Knight still strung out on the couch, not even a finger or strand of hair moved from when he'd left him.

'Everything ok there, Baby?' he asked with a smug grin.

'I... can't move,' Knight replied, his voice hoarse.

'Hope I didn't break anything,' Randy gloated. Yet still, Knight remained where he was, as still and lifeless as the couch itself. Randy started to become concerned. 'Eli? Is something wrong?'

Knight gave a ragged sigh, bitterly disappointed in himself for having to admit, 'my back's seized up. Knees too. I actually can't move. At all.'

'Oh shit,' Randy rushed to his side, looking the frozen man up and down frantically. 'Here, I'll lift you.'

'No! Don't do that!' Knight yelped. 'It'll sort itself out in a few minutes, it always does.'

But that didn't sit right with Randy. 'There must be something I can do?'

It was sweet really, how much he cared for a creaky, washed-up old relic like Knight and the silver haired man couldn't help but smile at his lover's worry. 'My heat-pad's over there in the corner. And I have some painkillers in my bag - front left pocket.'

Randy followed his orders, carefully wrapping the heat-pad around Knight's waist and securing it in place then popping the pills into his mouth and helping him swallow them down with some water from his bottle. When he'd done everything he could, Randy crouched beside Knight's head and stroked his hair to soothe him until everything kicked in.

'Oh Baby,' he sighed. 'Why didn't you tell me?'

'I didn't want you to think I'm some brittle old man,' Knight admitted.

'I would never think that,' Randy sighed, nuzzling his face against his husband's. 'You should have told me I was hurting you.'

'It wasn't you, I felt it out in the ring during my match.'

'And you didn't say something? Eli, if this had been one of our baby husbands and they'd hurt themselves in the ring then never said anything and made it worse, we'd have gone nuts.'

'I know, I know, I'm a dummy,' Knight chuckled. 'I may be older but I aint wiser.' He paused, tried to shift his hips and grunted. 'I guess I just... don't want to admit that I'm coming to the end of my career.'

'Says who?'

Knight shot Randy a raised brow. 'I'm frozen in place like a goddamn human footstool right now.'

They both laughed at that and the ridiculousness of the situation. Once the mirth had died down, Randy picked the conversation back up again. 'It has to end some time,' he noted, sadly. Knight felt the knots tighten again, only this time, it was around his heart. 'But not yet. I'm older than you and I'm not ready to hang up my boots just yet, so why should you? We're still showing these younger guys up, right?'

'Sure are,' Knight agreed, rolling his shoulder. The muscles were finally starting to loosen.

'Then why stop? There's still some gas left in these rusty old tanks, let's keep driving that dusty road.'

At last Knight was able to push himself up. Grimacing at every creak and snap of his tired bones, he sat back on his ragged knees and tilted his head fondly at his husband. 'You were always the more poetic one,' he smiled and Randy stood up to kiss his lips.

'And you were always the cutest one.' Knight's cheeks turned pink at that, confirming Randy's words. 'Now, will a hot shower help with your back?'

'Depends. Are you gonna join me?'

Randy rolled his eyes. Helping his silver-haired husband up to his feet, he held him close to his side as they hobbled their way to the showers. 'You never learn, do you?'

'I sure hope not!'

'Good thing Daddy is here to take care of you.' Randy kissed Knight's cheek. 'Love you, Baby.'

'Love you, Daddy.'

[elementaldoughnut12]

"Horrors Just Begun"

*contains crying, bleeding, getting branded by a hot iron and start of a non-consensual sexual act and Finn being an obsessive person*

Doughnut Team: @afterdarkprincess , @thlayli-ra

“I can't believe we won!” JD says with pure joy as he and Finn walk down a hallway. “I knew you could do it little buddy!” Finn says proudly as he claps JD on the back. “Now I can finally rub it in Damian's stupid face!” JD says as he bounces with excitement, causing Finn to laugh. “Wait til we go get some pizza before you do that” Finn says, causing JD to gasp. “Really!?!? We haven't done that together in forever!” JD says while smiling wide.

“I thought it was time to bring back the tradition! You've been working so hard to prove that you're part of the team so I thought we could do something to celebrate! We can take selfies with our belts and show the world that we're the best! Don't worry about paying either because Damian offered to pay tonight” Finn explains happily. “Really? I thought he hated me?” JD asks confusingly. Before Finn could answer, JD's phone started ringing.

JD checks his phone and smiles wide. “It's Eli! He must've seen the match! You don't mind if I take this, do you?” JD asks curiously, causing Finn to laugh. “I don't mind! I gotta call Damian so he can pick us up so go on! Call your hot piece of man!” Finn says with a laugh, causing JD to blush. JD walks around a corner and answers his phone.

“Daddy! You see the match?” JD asks happily. “Ya bet your ass I did! I'm so proud of ya Clover! I just wish I could've won them with ya instead of Mr. Short and Stupid” Knight says, making JD giggle. “Be nice daddy! Finn's like a brother to me plus him and Damian are taking everyone for pizza to celebrate!” JD says enthusiastically. “Clover, Are ya sure it's a good idea to go with them? Ya know I don't like when Damian and especially Finn are alone around ya” Knight says worryingly.

“Don't worry daddy! If anything goes wrong I'll call you!” JD says reassuringly. “OK if ya say so! Make sure ya bring me back some! Also since ya won a belt I think it's time ya invoke your winner's room don't ya think?” Knight says sweetly, making JD gasp. “R-Really? I'm really ready?” JD asks hopefully. “YEAH! I'll get myself prepped and pretty for when ya come back ok? Be careful and I love you Clover” Knight says, causing JD to blush. “I love you too daddy” JD says as he hangs up.

Finn listened to JD's conversation with a disgusted look. He pulls out his phone and contacts Damian. “Yo, big man, kick Rhea and Carlito out the room and tell Dominick to get the blowtorch ready! Tonight's the night I get to brand my pet” he says as he hangs up his phone and puts on a fake smile when JD returns. “Ready to go little brother?” Finn asks curiously. “Hell yeah! I'm excited to actually hang out like we used to!” JD says happily as they continue walking down the hallway.

“Me too! What did Eli want?” Finn asks, making JD blush. “He just wanted to congratulate us on winning and that he hopes we enjoy ourselves! That's all!” JD says nervously, making Finn smile. “If you say so! Now let's get this party started!” Finn says enthusiastically as he grabs JD's hand and runs to the locker room. They stop at the door and JD gives Finn a confused look. “I'm old and I don't want Dominick to bear hug me the moment we walk in” Finn explains with a shrug. JD just laughs as he opens the door.

The moment JD enters the room he's slammed into the wall by Damian. “Hola, perra” Damian says with a sickening smile as he grabs JD by the throat and pins him to the wall. JD scratches at Damian's arms as he gasps for air. “Enough Damian” Finn commands, causing Damian to scoff and throw JD to the floor. JD crashes to the floor and Dominick kicks him right in his injured ribs. Dominick keeps kicking him and kicking him all over his body. “Please stop” JD whimpers as he feels tears stream down his cheeks.

“Aww! Are you crying? Is the little bitch crying cause he doesn't have his daddy?” Dominick taunted as he pressed the bottom of his boot against JD's face. “Enough out of you too Dominick! I need him conscious for this” Finn says as he crouches in front of JD and pulls him by his hair to face him. “Thirteen years… I have watched for fucking thirteen years as someone stole you from me! I have been in love with you for so long but what happened? Some old bastard with spiked up hair and an ego the size of Jupiter said some sweet lies and swept you off your feet!

You ever wonder what's gonna happen when he dies? You'll be alone again and begging me for forgiveness cause that's what always happens when little JD makes messes and his best buddy Finn has to clean them up! Isn't that right Jordan?” Finn asks angrily. “Shut up! Why are you even doing this? I thought you were my brother!” JD yells through tears.

“Oh Jordan, I used to think that too. But over the years that we've known each other and I've seen you become a true man well… the feelings have become more than that. I love you and I'll always love you even if some pathetic old man is in my way. You can still see me as your brother if you're into that kinda thing but I think it's time to brand my little pet” Finn says as he leans in and forcefully kisses JD. He tried to push Finn away but felt the cutting metal of handcuffs on his wrists.

“You taste just like in my dreams” Finn says sweetly as they depart. “Please Finn, I'll do whatever you want just please don't hurt me” JD begs through whimpers. “Oh sweetheart, I wish that was possible but I think you deserve a reward for tonight” Finn says as Dominick comes out with a lit blowtorch. JD watches in fear as Finn pulls out a metal rod with an X at the end and watches Dominick light the end of the rod until it's steaming and red.

“Don't worry Clover, this'll just be a little pinch” Finn reassures as he presses the hot metal against JD's bare hip. “AHHHH!” JD screams as the metal burns through layers of his flesh. It felt like the brand was being tattooed on his very being and it was like the worst kind of hell he could ever experience. He started whimpering when the rod was off his skin and all he could smell was his burning flesh. “Now you truly have the mark of the demon” Finn says as he gently wipes the blood from JD's wound.

“You think his precious daddy will love him now that he looks like an ugly piece of meat?” Dominick asks harshly, making JD cry even more. “Please just let me go” JD says quietly. “Oh we're not done yet sweetheart, Damian!” Finn yells, catching the man's attention. “I'm on it” Damian says as he walks in front of JD and pulls down his pants and boxers, revealing his thick and heavy cock. “Hope you're ready bitch” Damian says with a cruel smile. JD knows the horrors have just begun for him…

[rooniearts]

Famous last words

[pretzlforpresident]

2024 art summary! Thanks for all of the support this year :>

[lavenderbirchtrees]

I just need an excuse to draw my favs in armor, its my favorite thing to draw

[guardiansvalor]

faeries

+ mercurial without eye covering