Day 1: Hearth

Day 1: Hearth

What place is warmest than that of a big brother

About how wild knew Wolfie's identity

The consequences of being too honest

she can't come to the phone right now

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: xavier x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with very little plot

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 3.1k (who is she practicing short smuts)

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, dom!xavier, dark!xavier, ooc!xavier (unless you consider dark xavier canon), jealous!xav, vaginal sex, prone bone, slight voyeurism, light choking, breeding kink, jealousy, sex while on the phone, hair pulling, squirting, unprotected sex

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3 | twitter art (the twitter art is super nsfw so i highly rec checking it out bc i can't put it here LOL)

━ ✧.˖ A/N: HELLO bet you didn’t expect me back so soon! I am back with a SHORT smut this time, based on this amazing ovulating inducing fanart @/honiraccoon on twit/x made (with their permission of course). I’ve attached the photo below :’) go support them and their art!

this is very dom and ‘dark’ (if you’ve seen the glitches) xavier. the smut itself is not that dark!! if you’re not a fan of this version of xavier you will not enjoy this.

also header is from @/osk_purinnumee twitter :)

THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.

✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

Honestly, you had absolutely no idea how you ended up in this position. After not seeing Xavier for several days, having been sent on different missions this week, he and you finally had a coinciding day off. And so you’d spent the most perfect day together, complete with morning cuddles after sleeping in, a homemade breakfast, and a fruitful day at the arcade.

You couldn't stop thinking about the signature Xavier smile you’d gotten to see all day, soft and pure, just like Xavier himself. But this was not the gentle and adoring Xavier you’d seen all day, the Xavier you’d come to know and love. 

You found yourself naked, with your stomach pressed firmly into Xavier’s plush mattress and your feet planted on the ground at the feet of the bed, back arched so deeply it might snap. He was pressed so deeply and harshly on top of you, his feet planted right behind yours. He’d pulled so many orgasms out of you already and showed no signs of relenting, his pelvis smacking your ass repeatedly as he forced himself in and out of you.

"X-Xavier, I c-can’t come anymore, please,” your voice was hoarse from screaming, unable to keep up with Xavier’s insatiable vigor. You had no idea what had gotten into him today. It’d been a relatively stress-free day, but he seemed to be using your bodies to relieve some kind of intense emotion built up inside of him.

"Yes you can, I know you can,” he cooed, his mouth right into your ear as his body crushed you against the bed, "You’re a good girl aren’t you?”

His hands gently grabbed a fist full of your hair, urging you up so your cheeks pressed against each other. You cried out at the sensation, "Y-yes, I'm a good girl.”

The wet sounds of his cock ramming in and out of your abused cunt filled the room. Xavier’s grip was tight on your scalp and on your waist, and you were sure you’d have bruises in the shape of his fingers the next day.

"You’re my good girl, right?” He groaned out as he removed the hand from your waist to lift you by hooking his arm around your stomach, so that your ass arched higher into the air. At this angle his thick length entered you so deeply that it felt like he might burst through your cervix. Your eyes squeezed shut as your tongue slipped out, panting against the brute force of his thrusts. Though his tone was dominating and demanding, you couldn’t help but notice a sliver of insecurity lacing his words. 

He tugged at your hair, and you yelped at the slight pain bleeding into the pleasure Xavier was giving you. He repeated, this time more demanding and threatening, "Whose good girl are you?”

Your eyes snapped open as his thrusts pushed through every corner of your poor pussy, ravaging every single inch of you. You forced your brain to focus on his words, his rare domineering attitude driving you absolutely insane, "Yours Xavier! M’your good girl.”

You felt him harden even further at your words. His voice against your ear is deceptively gentle, "Really? Then why was my good girl so preoccupied with her phone today?” His words are so domineering and possessive, you find yourself clenching at the thought of his adorable jealousy.

So that's how you found yourself in this position. 

"H-hah, m’sorry Xav. Jeremiah kept – ah – texting me today to—”

Xavier cuts you off, his thrusts stuttering briefly, "Jeremiah? He was the one you were – hah – texting all fucking day?”

"Y-yes but he was just sending me, ahhh, stupid ph-photos of different animals with kn-knives,” you sputter out, nails digging into the fitted sheet of his mattress. You almost wanted to laugh at how comical it all sounded but the feeling of him inside of you rendered you a speechless mess of sweat, cum, and ecstasy. 

"Is that so?” And with that, Xavier fucks you with an unprecedented pace. He thrusts so hard your ass ripples against his pelvis and your thighs struggle to stay upright as he presses further into your aching body. You can feel yourself slowly succumbing to the exhaustion of four orgasms, a fifth in the distant horizon.

"You are mine,” he all but growls into your neck, his fingers digging into the delicate skin of your throat. You're jolted back to consciousness at the feeling of his hand closing into your airway, deliciously cutting off your breath. Xavier’s rarely this aggressive and brutal. Sure he’d love to take the lead as often as he surrendered it to you, but this was a whole different Xavier. And you were positively obsessed.

"I’m the only one who gets to see you like this,” he demands against the shell of your ear, using his canines to graze your earlobes. You shiver at his words, cunt clamping down onto him. He moans in response to your grip, but only driving deeper and harder. 

His hard abdomen continued to mold perfectly into your arched back, bending your body into mind numbing proportions. He releases your waist, causing you to slump back into the bed. Instead wraps his arm around both your breasts, squeezing to the point of seeing black spots in your vision. 

The force of his thrusts causes your body to rock onto the bed under his large and imposing stature. Every single push made your clit brush against the soft bed sheets, stimulating you beyond belief. You were sure Xavier’s sheets were absolutely filthy from the spend of your multiple orgasms, smearing all over them as he pushed your body to its limits. 

As you continue to moan uncontrollably for him, Xavier refuses to stop whispering filthy praises into your ear, driving you closer and closer. 

"You’re so beautiful like this, your body was made just for me, right?” 

You nod feverishly, his words going straight to your cunt. It wasn’t often you got to witness this side of Xavier and you were living for it. 

"M’all yours Xav, no one else’s ever,” you choke out, the force of his cock deep in your throat.

His head dips down, pressing wet kisses into your shoulder blades before biting down and sucking brutally hard, and then licking at them soothingly. Xavier smiles, admiring the hickies forming on your trembling soft skin, marking you as his. 

"If only Jeremiah could see you like this. Maybe he would realize you’re mine, huh?” 

You wanted to retort, reassure him that he had absolutely nothing to be concerned about, but your brain could only focus on his massive cock claiming every part of your throbbing cunt. He’d rendered you absolutely fucked out, a vessel of ecstasy and a means to pleasure himself. Your brain fought to form words, to no avail. Only the most primal parts of you remained, capable of moaning and screaming for him and nothing more. 

You try to speak again, but before you can get anything out the sound of your phone on the bed beside your slick bodies rang out. The screen lit up and through your fucked out haze and tears in your eyes, you could vaguely make out Jeremiah’s contact photo lighting up the screen.

"Speak of the devil,” Xavier grits out. Despite the annoyance in his voice you can also make out the faintest hint of mischief. 

"Pick it up love,” he whispers almost tauntingly, thrusts still unrelenting, "We can’t ignore our poor Jeremiah can we?” 

While you can tell his words are laced with jealousy and faint bitterness, you know Xavier cares about Jeremiah and trusts him fully. It really felt like he was just, for once,  giving into his primal urges, and enjoying the hell out of it too.

You shook your head no, doing your best to push your phone away.

"No?” Xavier asks, amused, "But I thought it was urgent that you respond to him immediately.” 

You want to roll your eyes at his childishness, but before you can do anything, Xavier snatches the phone from beside you, slowing his rhythm to a languid roll of his pelvis against your flushed ass.

"X-Xavier—“ but he cuts you off with a pointed thrust that knocks the wind out of you, his thick length absolutely rearranging your guts. You whine at the blinding pleasure, almost forgetting the fact that Xavier was picking up your cell phone, while he was inside of you. 

"Hello?” Xavier answers cooly, as if he wasn’t knee deep into your cunt. He holds the phone to his ear, laying down into the arch of your back. His cheek is pressed against yours, his hot breath blowing into your burning skin while he speaks, as he continues to ravage you. 

Your eyes widen as you realize he didn’t just decline the call, and that he was actually on the phone. But Xavier reads you like the back of his hand, covering your mouth with his palm before you can protest. He grips your face gently, but not allowing a single word to come out beyond the muffled sounds of your sensual moans. 

"Oh, hey Jeremiah. Y/n forgot her phone and is currently occupied by me right now,” Xavier speaks calmly, but the increased passion in his thrusts send your eyes reeling into the back of his skull. His words hold a suspicious double meaning, and you pray Jeremiah doesn’t catch on. Similarly, you desperately hope that the loud wet sounds of his pelvis pounding into you can’t be heard on the phone, cause they ring so loudly in your ear.

Every time you try to speak, Xavier’s grip on your face gets tighter and his pace gets rougher, harder. It’s like he’s trying to force the lewd moans out of your mouth, like he wanted Jeremiah to hear everything he was doing to you, to hear the sound of his skin slapping into yours. Strangely enough, the risk of it all intensifies the pleasure ten-fold. You tighten around Xavier as you continue to leak everywhere.

Xavier swears inexplicably under his breath, though you’re sure Jeremiah can still hear it, "Squeezing me so fucking tight.” Your eyes squeeze shut at the excitement and embarrassment of Xavier’s inability to contain his own pleasure. Or perhaps, he didn’t contain it on purpose.

As if to punish you, Xavier gives you a deliberate and pointed thrust, letting his cock angle upwards into your g spot while his body pushes you down so your clit drags against the bed, forcing the most vulgar sob out of your lips, bordering between a strangled cry and a mewling whimper. Simultaneously, his hold on your chin loosens and he slips his index and middle finger into your waiting mouth. His actions cause your previously muffled moans to ring out completely unrestricted.

Your eyes widen as you realize there is absolutely no way Jeremiah didn’t hear that. It seems like you’re correct because Xavier’s soft voice pierces through the thick sexual tension in the air.

"No. That’s the sound of a kitten,” you can hear the grin in his voice as he continues to roll his hips into you, his fingers toying with your tongue. You vaguely hear Jeremiah’s muffled voice through the phone, doing your best to keep your sounds at bay. And failing miserably. 

"Okay, bye.” Xavier tosses your phone back on the bed, kneeling back into your body and into your neck.

"Do you think he bought that?” Xavier’s grinning again, and you are certain he’s teasing you. 

"Xavier!” You cry, the mortification settling in with the pleasure, both feelings fighting to dominate your consciousness. 

"I told you, you’re mine. Jeremiah needs to know that,” he grumbles breathlessly into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. 

"M’yours Xav, everyone knows that,” you cry out. Xavier moans out in satisfaction, and you feel his cock twitching inside of your gummy walls. His pace grows erratic as his length swells inside of you, and you can tell he’s so close to coming undone. 

His husky groans by your ear fuel the fire of your own orgasm, stoking the burning embers until they threaten to burst into a full blown wildfire.

"Sh-shit you’re close huh love? Getting so damn tight around me,” Xavier grunts, biting into your neck. Suddenly he picks your phone back up and you can distinctly see the flash shining down on the bed below your bodies.

"X-Xavier?” You moan, completely blissed out, unable to turn your head to see what he’s doing. He lifts his body off of yours and grips your waist with one hand, pushing you down harder on his erection.

"Don’t worry baby, just taking some videos for our dear friend,” he mutters and you hear the distinct beep of your phone starting a recording. You try to protest but Xavier’s pace becomes unrelenting and you’re only able to moan out his name once more.

"You gonna come for me, my love?” His voice is far away, clouded with intense lust. His grip on your waist tightens as he watches the ripples of your flesh against his viscous pounding. Your back arches at his words, cunt tightening in anticipation of your climax.

"M’so close Xav, gonna cum s-soon,” you wail, letting your body tighten around him, wanting him to cum with you. 

His hand leaves your waist and presses against the bulge on your tummy, "Can you feel that love? I’m right here. Should I put a baby in here? Think it’ll fit?”

You squeal at his words, the pure filth dripping off of them like gasoline to the wildfire that is your impending orgasm, raging through every inch of your body. Your pussy squeezes around him again.

"Ffuuck, I think that’s a yes, huh baby? Want me to cum inside you?” He’s panting desperately as he fills you repeatedly, "Fuck – you would look so beautiful with my baby –  hah –  inside of you.”

In your fucked out state, you nod excitedly, wanting nothing more than to be filled to the brim with his essence, everywhere. You could worry about the repercussions after.

"Then everyone will know you’re mine huh? Right baby?” You nod again, your voice nothing more than a strangled moan. 

"Say it for the camera love, let him know,” he encourages, his voice deep and throaty. He doesn’t say who, but you know exactly who Xavier is referencing.

Though you don’t want to indulge his jealousy, you find yourself unable to deny the man who was guts deep in your womb. And so you cry out, "M’all yours Xav, please. Need you t’cum inside. I’m a g-good girl, I deserve your cum, please.”

Your phone shakes in Xavier’s hands as your words set him off, "Fuck, don’t worry baby, s’all for you. Gonna give it all to you ’kay? You ready love?”

You tighten in response, signaling that you’re about to fall into the chasm of your orgasm. 

"X-Xavier m’cumming,” you wail, gripping onto the sheets for dear life, your ass grinding deeper into him, back arching into the bed. Your body trembles as the climax overtakes you. Your vision spots as the sensitivity of multiple orgasms wrecks your body. The pressure in your guts is so intense, threatening to explode, and you feel yourself release all over Xavier’s groin. The sensation was so new and foreign it had your brain reeling, trying to grasp onto this new ecstasy your body was falling into. 

"H-holy shit did you just squirt on me?” Xavier groans out, still recording the sight of your ass against him. And he thanked god he was recording at all, able to capture the sight of you squirting all over him. 

"I-I think so Xav, m’sorry,” you cry, still quivering around his brutal thrusts. The soaked friction of the wet skin between you two splashes and your cheek burns in embarrassment. You’d never squirt before, and you were mortified. 

"No,” he grits breathlessly, almost threateningly, "Don’t be sorry. Fuck, need to see you do that for me again.” You hear the click of the recording shutting off, and your phone bounces back onto the mattress. Xavier grabs your waist with both hands and thrusts sloppily, cock spasming in your tight walls. 

He groans through every last thrust, and you cling onto consciousness, riding the last waves of your orgasm. Xavier falls back in place on top of you, wanting to be as physically close to you as possible when he finished. His abdomen pressed into the arch of your back and his chin dug into the crook of your neck. With one final savage stroke, he spills everything he has into you.

Xavier shivers through his orgasm, rope after rope of milky white essence dripping into you. You can feel every pump of his warmth inside you. He thrusts languidly a few more times for good measure, wanting it to reach as physically deep as possible. He’d be damned if he let a single drop go to waste.

Your legs give out and you rest yourself entirely on the bed while Xavier rests on top of you, supporting most of his weight with his arms propped on the bed, still caging you in. He presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, then your neck, and then your cheek.

"You’re going to make such a good mommy one day,” Xavier murmurs into your ear, rubbing slow and soothing circles into your ribcage. 

Your heart squeezes at his words, and simultaneously your cunt around his softening cock. Xavier hisses at the overstimulation, "Fuck you’re going to squeeze every last drop out of me love. You like the idea of being a mommy huh?”

You nod sleepily, losing your grip on consciousness, "Mm, slipping out Xavier.”

Xavier pulls out of you with a groan, and you whimper at the feel of the release dripping down your thighs. He picks you up gently so your legs no longer hang off the bed and then flops down beside you, tucking you into his chest.

You sigh contently against his softly heaving heart. You feel Xavier moving around, while still keeping his arm wrapped around you. You force your eyes open so you can see what he’s up to, and find him unlocking your phone, the light illuminating his face in the darkening room. 

"Xav? What are you doing?” You mumble sleepily, nestling back into his warm body. 

"Just sending some videos,” Xavier whispers, stroking your hair with his free hand. 

Your eyes fly open and you sit up to face him, "Xavier! Absolutely not!” He grins mischievously at you, "Relax love, I just sent them to myself.” The reassuring smile he gives you reminds you your soft, adoring, and gentle Xavier is back. But you can’t help but anticipate the next time you’ll see that side of Xavier again.

Bonus: some of the pics that Jeremiah was texting mc:

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Discussing bedroom boundaries with the boys (NSFW)18+

I was talking about kinks with some friends (idk how we got on that topic), but it made me think about how that convo would go with the men.

Again, these are kinks I'd be cool with 💀 or wouldn't be. So sorry not sorry if my MC isn't down with something you'd enjoy.

Sorry for missed mistakes, happy reading!

Tags for kinks and sensual/suggestive writing. Mentions of choking, spanking, voyeurism, pet names and more.

Sylus

"I don't do feet." I say flatly. "Keep those paws away from me and keep mine out and away from your mouth. I'm just not into that."

Those crimson eyes observe me with amusement. I just know he wants to laugh, but I'm so serious.

"Not even a pinky toe kitten?" He says with a chuckle. I only offer him a glare. "I'm kidding, sweetie lighten up. I'll add it to the list. What else?" He keeps his legs crossed, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"Don't spit in my mouth. I know it's something that turns you on, but I almost threw up, babe." His eyes furrow a bit, only a tad displeased.

"Fine. We all have our limits." He swirls his drink.

"Also, easy on the hair pulling. You're ruining all my good hair. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy it, you just need to choose the appropriate time."

"Oh, what? You don't want me ripping off your wig again?" He smirks.

"Sylus, please...Anyway, I have more, but what about you? You've been very quiet on the subject." He takes a small sip from the chilled glass.

"I don't have many honestly, but I will say I have limitations on some of your...earlier requests." He moves to uncross his legs, standing tall once more. In only a few steps he joins me on his bed, my laptop still placed on my lap.

I raise a questioning brow.

"Oh? Do go on."

Sylus leans towards me, taking a nip at my exposed shoulder.

"We both know we're no strangers to the pleasure of choking, but know your limits kitten. You practically through a fit the other night when I didn't do it "hard enough". You were seconds from passing out. If it doesn't seem right, I'm not doing it." I gave him a bit of a pout, but he was right. Sometimes I go a little overboard.

"Okay, I agree. Sorry about that."

"No need to apologize kitten, I just want both of us to have a good time. And on that note, nothing larger than your fingers go in my ass. We'll....work our way up to that."

I give a little giggle. Ever since I mentioned riding him while he has a butt plug in he's been a bit hesitant.

"You'll have a great time. You reacted so well when I hit your prostate the other night." A light blush dusted his cheeks, but that charming smirk remained.

"I will admit, I didn't expect it to feel that..good. Still..."

"Don't worry, I know. We'll take it step by step. On the topic of insertion, I'm not too sure about fisting either. I mean yeah your dick is big and I'm sure I could take it, but it's just a wild concept for me."

The bark of Sylus' laughter fills my ears as it echoes about the room. "Oh Kitten, we've just about done that anyway, but okay. I'll give you time." I turn my head from him as I finish typing up the remainder of our consensual contract.

"Oh, there is something I want to try." My fingers freeze over the keyboard as I listen in with anticipation.

"On me or you?" He lays himself down fully on the bed, his eyes partially closed. My gaze fixates on his hands as he goes to unzip his pants.

"I saw the most fascinating video on sounding the other day.."

Rafayel

"I'm not eating your ass." I declare firmly. I don't want to eat anyone's ass to be fair. To each their own.

"I wasn't even gonna ask you to do that! Still, I'll add it to the list." He types away on the notes app in his phone.

I bought a communication card game for couples, and one of the topics focused on intimacy and understanding your partner. You'd think as much as we've fucked by now we know all the ins and outs of each other, but there was still so much to learn.

"Can I eat your ass though?" He asks expectantly. His eyes never once leave his phone.

"We can try it once, and if I don't like it, we're not doing it. While we're on the topic of ass, are we still trying anal?" Rafayel eyes me with enthusiasm.

"I've been waiting on you to say something cutie. I'm down whenever you are. We can try it tonight."

"Wow you've really been waiting on this." I can't help but laugh as he kicks his feet on the edge of the bed.

"Don't worry, you'll enjoy it too." He says lowly. A rush of excitement flows through me.

"Sounds promising. Hmm, what else?" I take a moment to think. "Oh yeah, no more food play. That whip cream got in places it shouldn't have. My poor ph." Rafayel let's out a snort.

"I told you to let me get the lube, but nooo."

"Don't act like it was all me, Mister. Anyway, what about you?"

"Hmm, let's do more bondage. Our love making has been pretty vanilla lately, let's spice it up." He stares up at me giving me a small pout.

"Vanilla, huh? Well, excuse me for being exhausted after hunting all those wanderers. I'm game, though. Are you gonna be a good little boy for me, Raf?" That cute little blush appears on his face, spreading to his ears.

I don't miss the way he bites his bottom lip.

"I can be." He brings himself to his knees, crawling towards me. His phone long forgotten as he hovers over me, his hands pinning me to the bed.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me?"

Zayne

"I know you gave me consent. However, my love, I'd rather not have sex if you're drunk. I know you can be quite....overcome with emotion when you drink but I want to see the clarity in your eyes." Zayne says to me without looking away from his computer even once.

He'd been locked up in his study for hours now, so I figured I'd bother him a bit with some "casual" conversation.

"Fine, fair enough. It was more for your benefit than mine anyway. Though, the offer is still on the table for you to relieve yourself if I'm asleep." I offer a cheeky grin.

He pauses momentarily before resuming his typing.

"Your real plan comes to the light. I knew you were up to something. The last few nights I've come home to you asleep in lingerie. I thought you were willingly torturing me." He sighs.

"It's all yours baby. I'm sure I'm come to eventually. " Zayne chuckles.

"Something like that. Do you have anything else on this list of yours?" He turns from his desk to face me, removing his glasses in the process. He pats his thigh gently, gesturing me over.

I stand from the side bench, making my way over. His dress shirt hangs loosely on my body, swaying across my thighs with each step.

"You always say I'm such a naughty girl." I straddle his lap as the warmth of my breath kisses his lips. I feel the slight chill of his hands on the underside of my thighs. "Spank me, daddy."

"Oh?" I've piqued his interest. I feel the stirring of that prize beneath those charcoal slacks.

"Well what are you waiting for?" I give his lips a playful lick.

I earn myself a small grunt.

"Bend over."

Xavier

"I'm conflicted Bun. While I do enjoy the thrill of fucking you in public spaces, those cute little faces you make are just for me. I'd have to kill anyone that catches us."

Christ.

"Xavier honey, please. How about we limit it to the car, okay?" This was supposed to be a cute little get to know your partner session, though I shouldn't be surprised. He gets jealous so easily.

"That works for me. Also, I guess it goes without saying I wouldn't be too fond of a threesome no matter how much you want it." I look away momentarily.

He's got me there. I'd be lying if I hadn't thought about him and Sylus absolutely wrecking me.

"I understand. It's okay, you're enough for me." That golden smile returns to his face as he eyes me carefully.

"Also honey, don't be afraid to scratch up my back, I can take it. You were holding back last night, I don't like that. Mark me please."

Fuck, he's hot.

"Of course, baby. Is there anything you want me to do for you?" He lays me back, resting his upper half on my chest.

"Can you..praise me more? I like it when you do that." I giggle as he buries his face into my chest.

"Oh, you like when I say how good you fuck me? Noted." Xavier says nothing, but I feel his grip grow tighter around me. "In that case, moan for me. I want to hear those breathy moans in my ear when you're about to cum." He raises his head to look at me, blush painting those cheeks.

His pulls himself up slightly as he begins to grind into me. His hands lock into place on my exposed thighs.

"Should I show you right now?"

That's all folks 🤭 Maybe I'll do full versions of these. If I don't, you guys are more than welcome to continue the smut in your work. That's all I have for now, cyaaaa

"I'm apparently harsh and cruel?"

pain sharing curse au feat wolfie :)

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I hc that every time he transforms into wolfie he feels the same pain he felt during that one cutscene in twilight princess when he first transforms, but he’s so used to it and also he’s built his pain tolerance a lot because of it, that he doesn’t mind it anymore

anyway, wolfie is banned

also I know four shrinks and splits in canon but like, he doesn’t look to be in pain during it… TIME THOUGH…TIME RELATES