Pairings/characters: James Sunderland/Nurses, James Sunderland/Pyramid Head, James Sunderland & Maria
Tags/warnings: Dead dove do not eat, noncon, F/F/M, femdom, monsterfucking, medical kink, cock & ball torture, stirrups, non-consensual restraints, non-consensual drugs .... & more
Summary: James gets treated (fucked) by two Nurses, saved (condemned) by Pyramid Head, and comforted (hurt) by Maria.
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He's in a hospital bed, being wheeled forward with jerky movements and the click of heels coming from right behind him, audible through the radio crackle. He's also in a straitjacket, his body is tied to the bed with belts fit for a violent madman from another century, and his legs are in stirrups and tightly bandaged. A filthy blanket is thrown over him, but he can tell he's naked from the waist down, like a gynecologist's patient on a moving exam table. He can't feel much pain, maybe due to the levitation or the drugs the Nurse injected into his ass.
She is right behind, the sound of the wheels mixing in with her clicks and gahs.
Maybe he should play dead. They don't care for corpses, do they? Some of the ones that he's passed have looked pretty mangled, but he didn't really stop to check, also because some of them felt oddly familiar and oddly hated at the same time, like they were old enemies of his.
The bed stops near a pitch-black hallway; the darkest one he's seen so far.
Hello! I have a lot of interesting, multi-fandom fanfics coming this spring and well into summer. They are within Red Dead Redemption, Silent Hill 2, Mouthwashing and Arcane. I've decided to push my Titane & Crash crossover fic Valve further back for the time being, as I'm re-reading Ballard's novel, but it might suddenly appear.
My health remains a bit up and down, getting better all week and then worsening on Thursday, but I'm so grateful for all the recent well wishes in comments and PMs ❤️ They truly mean a lot to me.
List and excerpts after the cut.
Works within RDR:
Salt chapter 20-25, my Colm/Micah sugar daddy AU story:
"On the lips, little Van der Linde. Like how you sway the ladies."
They had met less than two hours ago, but that wasn't a problem for Dutch, Colm knew that well. Easily as nothing, he slipped into the shape of a lover, tilting his head to the side before capturing Micah's lips. Taking hold of his jaw, too, pausing at the texture of the chin scar, before dragging out Micah's lovely, fat bottom lip, opening him up to kiss him deeper. Dutch didn't spit into it like Colm had done. He had a more reserved tongue. Slower than a snake's. Colm was bending to the side, watching them kiss, judging their efforts.
Strangelove (WIP title) part 1-2/3, Colm/Dutch/Micah, an art & fic trade with Skibiborg, where I'm writing moments from their Rewind AU, a modern AU set within the 1980s-2000s:
"I thought you rejected materialism, my ascetic friend. But you like this one, then? The bomber style is nice, and the brown leather softens you." Dutch stroked the jacket, then slipped inside, growing bolder. "You're a little soft, aren't you? Beneath all that coldness?"
Colm shoved Dutch away, and the younger man sat down on a nearby chair, spreading his legs and taking a swig from his pocket lark. As if hypnotized, Colm leaned down, hands on his shoulders, on his lovely thick thighs, and Dutch chuckled and pretended at shoving him away. The play fight was brief. None of them were all that serious, but Dutch was stronger and ended up with Colm pinned beneath him on the sticky floor, new jacket be damned.
Black Eyed Dog part 1-2/2. Colm/Micah/Arthur, pre-canon fantasy AU, with monster!low honor!Arthur and O'Driscoll Boy!Micah:
"Hey, mutt. Catch."
That upturned, bearded face was an almost cute target.
Micah filled it with bullets.
As it was hit, the man's head whipped from side to side, chunks of it exploding off, and Micah aimed the last three bullets at his chest and his heart, if such a creature even possessed one. Those feet were kicking up the dust, but Micah still saw him clearly, bending his upper body backwards. His position looked ... wrong, and his unharmed legs still kept him up as blood ran down from it. And then he bent forward again, and where there had been a gory mess, the black furred creature was formed. Not a wolf, but still canine, so uncanny it was hard to look at for long.
Snakes and Boots 11-20+, a collection of meta texts (No excerpt)
Bull Grazing (WIP title, commission work) This is meant to be a sequel to Bull Session, and I'm very excited about it! It stars Angus Geddes and the Laramie Gang Leader. (No excerpt)
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Works within Silent Hill 2
Desperately Poorly, Nurses/James/Pyramid Head, James & Maria:
He's in a bed, being wheeled forward with jerky movements and the click of heels coming from right behind him. His front is tied to the bed with belts fit for an insane person from another century, and his legs are tightly bandaged and up in stirrups, a rotten blanket thrown over his naked form. He can't feel much of the pain, maybe due to the levitation or the drugs. He hears the nurse though from right behind, wheeling him forward, her hums and clicks.
The Beautiful Days, Mary/James/Maria. An interpretation on what room 106 in Jacks Inn could mean, other than a SH3 reference:
Their stumble is awkward. He pulls her weight alongside him. Using his free arm to check the doors of the motel rooms. All are locked, of course. Until they reach room 106. As he takes Maria inside, he sees the car parked haphazardly outside, unsettlingly similar to his own except for the strange red square at the front, a single bare and frameless icon that induces headaches and dizziness in him, and a feeling of ... lost flexibility? The windows of the car are darkened but there's a shadow in the backseat, sitting up with a shapeless face turned towards him, as he shuts the door to room 106.
I Was a Prisoner Inside Your Skull, James/Mary. An interpretation on what the The Lying Figure could be and represent (No excerpt)
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Works within Mouthwashing and Arcane
Most Accidents Happen at Home part 1-2/2, previously announced as Red Skeletons (that might be the new name of the series instead) a JimCurly fic. This is set in the same AU as I'll Cut Off My Right Hand and Stand in Your Shadow and concludes the series:
Curly's breaths were deep. They snored the smell of expensive whiskey into the room. Carefully, Jimmy stepped on top of the mattress. And then on top of Curly. Still, he did not stir. He was lying on his stomach with his face turned to the side, hidden by greasy blonde curls. Jimmy crouched so that his knees were spread over Curly's ass. So close to mounting him, like he'd seen a random student do to him before fucking him in the ass. Jimmy had known what he was since back then, hiding in the wardrobe that now stood in the disaster room, memories that felt ages old. They'd never talked about it. The only way Jimmy could know if Curly's hole was as loose as it'd seemed back then was to check.
Red Desert part 2/2, Ambessa Medarda/Sevika. Pre-canon darkfic:
She'd been spanked a few times as a child. Thrice for fighting kids older than her, and once for sneaking into the mines to earn some coin by using a needle to change the birth date on her identification papers. When his father did it, his lips were thin in distaste, and afterwards he looked at the floor and mumbled something about how it was the only thing that had worked on him as a kid, though unlike him, she tended to win the fights she picked.
This punishment is nothing at all like that.
Ambessa's hand is as callused as her father's was, but where he tried to get it over with as quickly as possible, she takes her time between the slaps, timing it so that the pain really sets in. She's also hitting Sevika's ass so hard that the skin opens beneath her fingers. The cracks of skin against skin echo in the open space. If there are guards stationed outside they know better than to intervene.
Sevika curses at first. Then she grunts. Then she yells. The screams come when her throat feels sore, contracting painfully around a sob as Ambessa digs her clawed hand into the hurt flesh.
"Shush, girl. Settle down. We'll begin again soon."
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Annnnnnnnd that's it! A few unplanned pieces might pop up, and details on these might change, but I'm crossing my fingers for a nice spring and summer. Thanks again for the support.
Excerpt From Desperately Poorly, a SH2 oneshot, featuring Nurses/James
An excerpt from Desperately Poorly, an upcoming SH2 fanfic, featuring two Bubble Head Nurses x James Sunderland. Essentially they strap him to a sickbed and go to town. Very explicit! Pyramid Head shows up later lol. And Maria provides a hurting comfort.
CW: Noncon, CBT, mix of monsterfucking and femdom
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Clean's red square mouth seems to pull oddly at the edges, like it's trying to become a little oh or a smile but can't. Rotten's blackish square is so smeared in filth it's hard to say how it moves, and she's throwing her head around anyway, fingers making squelching noises that makes whatever's under her skirt sound more like a bog than a pussy. He's distracted by that goddamn pipe rubbing his cock. Again. This time, she flops back and forth so it's on his stomach, then at his thigh, and then back. Like she's playing with it. Like she's dragging out the moments before she slams the pipe down.
"Stop!" he wheezes, trying to find eyes he can meet, all in vain.
When Clean lifts the pipe, Rotten climbs on top of him, between his legs.
