#CW Restraints

[angelbarelywritesslashers]

♡ slashers scenarios | let’s get kinky

♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, The Boy, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; graphic sexual content, kink content

♡notes; pretty much just kink lists babey

oh boy i hope this doesn’t reveal anything about me

also happy easter lol

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Micheal Myers

> Knifeplay and breathplay are a given with this one

> He likes to be in complete control

> And a hand around the throat or a blade ghosting the skin definitely help him achieve that

> He also loves both tying you up and being tied up, surprisingly

> Letting you ride him while he’s tied to the bed is just about the only way you’ll get the man to relinquish any of that control

> And even then he makes sure you know he’s still the boss- if you’re too much of a brat he’s slipping the restraints and fucking you so hard you walk funny after

> He loves marking you up, mostly through biting

> And he likes to keep the mask on- even if he’s at a point where he rarely wears it around you

> He’ll quietly degrade you if you’re into that- you have to earn praise though

> But if you praise him you may actually be able to fluster him for once

Thomas Hewitt

> Breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink you can’t convince me otherwise

> He loves pinning you down into a mating press and watching your face as he fills you

> He’s so rough and overwhelming

> He likes to lick away your tears when it’s just too much

>And sometimes he’ll keep you pinned there well after, keeping himself inside.

> He’d let you call him daddy- and god does he get into it, but he’d be too shy to suggest anything like that himself

> He loves praise and he loves letting you know how good you feel

> Not usually verbally, but he’ll growl and moan and purr shamelessly

> He’s the king of oral, he’s like a man starved and you’ll end up overstimulated 9 out of 10 times

> And he loves when you reciprocate, especially if you don’t mind him fucking your mouth

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s a bit vanilla, not having much experience or knowledge beyond sex for procreation.

> Insert Drayton’s “sex or the saw” quote here lol

> But he’ll try anything for you at least once, he’s so eager to please.

> Most notably he makes a wonderful little submissive

> Whether you want him to bottom or just power bottom yourself, he loves being used to make you feel good

> He enjoys any and all praise

> He’s rather insecure, so he loves compliments on his appearance especially

> If you call him a pretty boy he melts

> 100 percent would love if you called yourself mommy/daddy/any other dom titles

> He loves when you sit on his face more than anything else

Vincent Sinclair

> The softest dom. He wants to take care of you around the clock, but especially in bed

> He’s a service top- it’s all for you. So much more concerned with you getting off than even being touched.

> He’s into wax play (Because it’s funny but also bc it’s underrated)

> And he likes to restrain you so he can worship you completely uninterrupted

> He’s not afraid of using toys, especially when you’re all tied up and at his mercy

> He loves taking pictures of you as well

> At first he claims it’s for reference but you know better, baby has a documentation kink

> He loves just watching too

> Trying to keep control while you touch yourself and moan his name is his favorite pastime

Brahms Heelshire

> Huge brat in need of taming

> Only a switch in the technical sense- he’ll top if you beg/bribe/pester him enough. He’s just lazy tbh

> Love love loves being both degraded and praised

> “filthy little boy” “pretty little slut” etc

> Prefers calling you mommy/daddy but can work with master

> And he’ll be your puppy if you want him to be

> He wears a cute collar and leash and lets you yank on it while you make him fuck you

> He loves when you edge him too

> Until he’s nearly in tears and whining and begging you to let him cum

> If you have boobs he’s obsessed with them

> And even if you don’t he’ll give the area lots of attention

[whump-in-the-closet]

“Don’t you know who I am?”

A light slap. Not painful, but enough to make the guards snicker. “Anything else you want to add?”

���Fuck y—”

Whumper cut them off with another slap. Sharper. “Yeah, yeah, so nothing important? No message for the camera? Great! Gag them.”

“No! Wait—mmmph!”

“That’s what I like to hear from you.” Whumper thumbed away a drop of blood from Whumpee’s jaw. “Nothing.”

[kabr0ztrousers]

Just read episode 51 and that was hot as hell. Especially the way she fucked herself on his cock and ground that flare into her cervix to stop him going soft and his cum leaking out of her.

Thank you so much!

Would love to see something where she ends up being strapped to him again as a breeding bitch for him or other centaurs, and eventually with her pregnant belly hanging down too.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 81: Alternative ending

This story won't make sense if you haven't read episode 51!

And here's the rest of the anthology!

CWs: Noncon; kidnap; forced impregnation; freeuse; belly riding; Lots of the same issues as the first iteration. Please look that one over, if it's too heavy this one will be too

A/N: Think of this as a "What If..?" for episode 51. I'm not sure which will wind up being canon if I agglomerate a universe around this, but it doesn't really matter either way

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You solicited the help of a centaur to escape a city. It was a desperate gambit, strapped to the underside of a half-horse half-man to slip by the gatehouse through the one un-warded route out.

He never met back up with his partner, diverting South into the woodlands. He ran for miles with you suspended under him, his gargantuan cock softening and slipping out of you within minutes of leaving the city walls. A trail of cum leaked from you as you struggled under his belly. The knots were tight, the ropes stout. Every move you made only served to bind you tighter.

Eventually he stopped running, alighting on a stand of dark oak trees, sheets strung from tree to tree making up awnings. His home. He never bothered to remove you.

Day after day, he'd take you. Every time would start the same, that cock would start dangling below you. You were helpless to do anything but watch as it slid out to its full length, dangling below the centaur's knees. He'd let it hang there a moment, steaming in the cold winter air.

Slowly, it would harden. Thickening from the base downwards. Swinging up towards you over and over, slapping against your belly. Every swing hit your cunt, slinging a thread of sticky precum at you as it slapped your flesh. Over and over it would swing, the flared tip engorging with each stroke. Sometimes he's get too stimulated from just slapping his cock against you and a gout of cum would erupt from him, covering you and dripping onto the dirt floor.

Today was not one of those days. Today he wouldn't be satisfied with anything but your cunt. You felt him grab the ropes, leaning back to haul you towards his front legs so when the pendulous cock swung up the tip threatened your hole, slicking it with precum. He stepped up to a fallen log, bracing you against it as he swung into you again, pushing the flare into you. You were well-used to the thickness of it by now. That didn't stop it making you gasp as you felt it wedge you open. It wasn't as hard as the actual shaft of his cock, but it was as thick as both of your fists held together. Firm, with just enough give to avoid doing serious harm to you, the flare held him into you. He thrust. The weight of his body pressing you down into the rough bark of the log. The cock forced itself deeper into you. You stifled a sob as it bottomed out on your cervix, then pushed harder, sliding past and into the fornix. Here he rested a moment. The flare pressing into the very back wall of your pussy.

You tried to catch your breath, feeling the cock stretching you, pressing into your guts. The centaur shuddered slightly, the wobbling motion shaking him inside you. You whined as the cock shook you to the core. He grunted, seemingly taking your noise as a challenge as he pressed you back against the log, bracing your chest into it as he thrust in harder, forcing you back down towards his hips. You felt him stretching you, pushing the limits of your depth.

You felt his sheath. The very base of his cock. He started galloping. The movement shook you, rubbing his member against your insides. Faster and faster he ran, leaping boughs and streams until he stopped.

With a howl, he came. You felt it, the familiar pressure of the cum flooding you. You could feel yourself bloating. The force of the cum fought the still almost-hard cock occupying your quim. He flopped out of you, the cock still standing strong as it pointed instead at your dangling face. A rope hit you, painting you in the strong smelling seminal fluids of your kidnapper. He wasn't done yet. More came, painting your belly, then still more, squirting onto the ground before the dripping mass of cockmeat started to recede back into him.

Weeks passed, every day bringing more attempts to flood you with his seed, some more successful than others. One day you could deny it no more, your belly was growing. He didn't feed you enough to grow fat, even with your now sedantary lifestyle. There was only one explanation.

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One of these days, I'll get the drop on these things. Until then, I'm gonna be pulling more late nights.

Semi-unrelated, if you're in the UK and have £10 to spare, you can get a subscription to the National Theatre's streaming service. It's pretty good

[thatsprettylane]

Hidan + Assorted Text Posts

Bonus Kakuhida:

[literarystarfish]

“W-who are you?” The blindfold heightened Whumpee’s every other sense. Their own voice sounded too loud in their ears.

Not even the sharp metallic taste of blood in their mouth or the strain in their arms that were tied painfully tight behind them or the rough gravel digging into their knees where they had been forced to kneel could distract them from the sound of their captor.

Their shoes clacking against the ground in a slow, predatory circle the only thing they could focus on. The sounds echoed off the walls making it harder to focus on where the person was as they circled them like a predator.

Were they sat in the middle of a garage? A warehouse? It seemed like some kind of large, empty room. They hated that they could feel nothing around them but the cold draft sending shivers up their spine.

It was hard to tell how close or how far away their kidnapper was.

“You don’t remember me?” Whumpee froze.

Close. Their attacker was close. Too close. They hadn’t realized the sound of their footsteps were getting closer. The echoes and the blindfold cinched over their eyes and ears made it too difficult to pinpoint.

They stood right behind them. Their voice low in a terrifying whisper. “I’m a little saddened by that, Whumpee. How could you forget me?”

“Whumper…” they breathed in disbelief.

Whumper chuckled, sending a different kind of shiver through them. They tsked in that easy, teasing way they did when Whumpee had really pissed them off. Like they were hiding their real anger behind their calm. That was always when Whumper was most terrifying. If they were calm.

“After everything we’ve been through, you just forgot me? We’ve spent so much time together in the past. Hours and hours. You always seemed to love when I visited. You were always begging for more. Or… were you begging me to stop? You know, after a while it was hard to understand what you were saying at all. You always did have to work on your mumbling. Got you in quite a bit of trouble before.”

The easy threat sounded like death to Whumpee’s ears.

Perhaps they already were dead.

After all, Whumper was dead. Caretaker killed them when they had rescued them. Whumpee saw them die. Whumper can’t be here. They can’t have captured them again. Dragged them off to who knows where.

Maybe Whumpee had died in that attack on the street. It hadn’t been a blindfold over their eyes taking their sight before their vision had gone completely black. No, it was death taking them.

And they’ve met Whumper in hell.

It had to be.

Because…

Because…

“You-you’re supposed to be dead..”

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy to get rid of me, did you?”

“C-caretaker killed you! I-I saw you!”

“They managed to get a good hit, I must admit. Much better than a weakling like them had any business getting on someone like me. They had taken me off guard, though. But it was very… satisfying… to return the favor.”

Caretaker’s face flashed through their mind. Scrunched with anger and desperation and terror.

Beaten.

Bloody.

Being pulled away from them, kicking and screaming as two masked people jumped them. A third attacker getting a nasty hit on Whumpee, rattling their world as their arms were wrenched behind them and a blindfold covered their eyes.

Caretaker had been with them when Whumper had kidnapped them. Caretaker had been attacked too.

“NO! Caretaker! What did you do to them?!”

“My, my. You’ve certainly gotten bold in your time away from me. I don’t remember you being so… loud.”

“What. Did. You. Do to them?!” They ground out between clenched teeth.

“Pity. We’ll have to do something about that unruly behavior again,” Whumper sounded less than impressed. Their non-answer only spiked Whumpee’s anger more.

“WHERE ARE THEY!? What have you DONE to them?!” Their uncharacteristically strong voice echoed off the walls. Even being back in Caretaker’s hands for a while now, they had not felt this willful in years. Not since Whumper kidnapped them the first time.

“Nothing they can’t survive, I’m sure.” Whumpee could hear the scoff in Whumper’s voice. “Stubborn, that one. A real thorn in my side. I couldn’t really kill them though, as much as I’d have liked to. I simply incapacitated them for a while.”

Whumpee bristled despite their fear. Their voice dropped menacingly as they growled “Where are they?”

“Oh, that’s the good part! I had my guys take them back with them. I’m sure they’re keeping them safe.” Whumpee’s heart squeezed when they remembered Whumper’s two right-hand men. Ruthless and strong. And incredibly loyal to Whumper. Whumpee has plenty of scars to remind them of those two. ‘Safe’ was a relative term with them.

“I wanted some time alone with you. See how you’ve been since Caretaker took you from me.” Whumper gave a dramatic sigh. “I see they’ve taught you disobedience. I suppose I’ll have to beat it out of them too.”

“Don’t. Touch. Them.”

“No, no. That would ruin my plans. If I remember correctly, threatening them was a great way to keep you in line. Only now I don’t have to lie that I have them under my control in order to get what I want. In fact, I’m sure you’ll have front row seats to hear their screams if they’re in the cell next to you.”

“No! Don’t hurt them! You wanted me! You have me! Leave them alone!”

“Ohhh, now,” Whumper tsked again. “That wouldn’t be any fun. I think it’ll be quite interesting to see who I can get to break first. Especially if it’s to ‘protect the other’. What do you think, Whumpee?” Whumper chuckled, their voice light. Teasing. “What would you do to stop their screams? Hmm? What would Caretaker do to stop yours? Who will succumb to the pain first? Crying and screaming and begging? Who will be able to withstand it longer?”

Whumpee tried to pull away from the rough grip on their chin as their head was forced to look up at where they imagined Whumper’s angry, fiery eyes were glaring down at them but it didn’t budge. They could feel Whumper’s hot breath on their neck as they leaned closer to their ear, sending Whumpee’s back ramrod straight at the proximity.

Whumpee hated to admit it, but Whumper’s presence terrified them to their core. They kneeled on the hard, painful floor frozen except for their quick, sharp gasps of air. Vulnerable. Scared.

“My bet is on them.”

[whumpprentice]

A superpowered character losing control of their powers and having to be restrained or sedated for their own safety. Is this anything  

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Destiny

Masterlist

Oh no

It was dark when Everest woke up.

Well, it was always dark for the blind vampire. But still, light could filter through the white veil covering his irises, allowing him to differentiate night from day. Wherever he was, it was dark.

His heart started beating faster when he realised that he was restrained. There was a leather muzzle snugly tied over his mouth, but there was no silver bit, and it felt almost comfortable. Almost. His wrists were cuffed together with iron handcuffs. At least it didn't burn.

Everest stood up, struggling to keep his balance as he did so. Whatever he had been injected with, it must have been some strong sedative. He stumbled forward, a grunt escaping him as he bumped into something. Bars. His heart sank and he scrambled away, reflexively. The small vampire was reassured to find that his skin wasn't burnt, at least the bars weren't silver.

This didn't tell him where he was though.

Minutes turned into hours in the dark, and the vampire remained curled in his corner. There was a folded blanket there, isolating him from the cold concrete floor. It reminded Everest of his cell at the hunter's headquarters. And without silver. The only sounds coming to him were low whimpers and others sounds coming from the dark around, indicating him that he wasn't alone. No audible words though, either the other creatures couldn't speak, or they were too scared to. He wasn't sure what exactly the place was. Unlike the underground prison the hunters kept him in, this cage didn't seem to be designed to cause him pain. It was much larger, the bars were iron, and most importantly, there were other creatures around. Even though he was much too scared to try to talk to them.

Suddenly, the lights were turned on. Everest perked up, shaking lightly. What was happening?

Footsteps echoed in the building, several people, accompanied by chatting, and the sounds of latches being moved. This only got the small vampire to be more on edge, and he protectively wrapped the blanket around him. He didn't back up any more though, more curious than afraid.

The previously silent building was now slowly awakening, with the humans moving around and... interacting with the others creatures ? Everest could hear chitters and warbles coming from all around, as well as gentle voices answering.

People walked past his cage, sometimes stopping, but never for long. He could smell them, smell their blood. Humans. He was hungry, he hadn't eaten in... Four days now ? Five ? The hybrid couldn't tell. He was scared, and just wanted to go home, to sit near the fire, and to snuggle close to Raphael.

Raphael. Everest felt like crying just thinking about his human. Where was he? Maybe he was the one who had sent him there. Maybe he got tired of caring for the stupid, disabled creature. Or maybe his fall had been fatal.

It must be that. Raphael was dead, gone, and he was alone. The human was the only one who knew exactly what herbs to mix to make blood edible for him. Which meant that he was gonna starve again, now.

The small vampire couldn't help but sob, his shoulders silently shaking as he buried his face in his knees. He was either abandoned, or an orphan. Locked in a cage again. And so hungry.

Maybe it was his destiny.

Taglist : @sausages-things @jumpywhumpywriter @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @thataquaticwhumper @alyscat

@whatamidoingherehelpme @fleur-a-whump @ratsupremacy88 @whatiswhump @scoundrelwithboba

@phoenixpromptsandstuff

[emptygoldstudio]

Two parts in a row of Medically Abused Bill AU comic story under cut. Masterpost of GF AUs

CW: themes of abuse in medical facilities, unethical treatment methods

I drew it back at autumn, but hesitated to post, since its a bit darker content than i showed before. I dont know if i'll continue the story or keep the same format(aka to switch to fanfic writing).

The main fun in this AU for me is to explore the complex feelings Kryptos encounters, when his devotion to Bill starts to crumble, as more lies get uncovered, but he still goes on with the plan to get Bill out of Theraprism. And Pines are there to show Kryptos different perspectives.

Bonuses:

[daily-acvoid]

'Your life is not yours to live.'

(Purpleswap AU created by @/lightgriffinsect)

(post inspired by this fic please read it if you haven't it's really good)

[whump-in-the-closet]

dialogue prompts for traitor whumpees

(cws in tags)

the betrayed:

"What are you doing? Why did you lock...why did you lock the door?"

"No! Stop, you can't do this!"

"You don't have to do this."

"I thought I could trust you."

"When I get out of this-- when, not if-- when I get out, you're going to wish you were dead."

"Fucker. I always knew you were trouble. No one else listened, did they? They took in your sob story and swallowed it whole."

"Oh, you're sorry? You're sorry? Why don't you run back to your master like the dog you are?"

"Fuck off."

"I don't want to hear it. I don't!"

"We should have never trusted you. We should have never helped you."

"You're going to regret this, I promise you."

the betrayer:

"I'm...so sorry."

"Its for your own good."

"This was the only way, you don't understand."

"I'm sorry-- I had to, they forced me-- please, please forgive me."

"This would be much easier for you if you just held still."

"Oh? Are the handcuffs a little tight? Do they pinch? My bad, let me just cut off your circulation here."

"This is very satisfying, I have to admit. And just the tiniest bit humorous."

"Someone gag them. They never know when to shut up."

"You really should have known better."

"Why on earth did you think I ever needed your help?"

"It was me or you, old friend. And I really prioritize survival over any relationship."

"It's nothing personal. It just had to be done."

"I may regret this, I may not. At least I'll be alive to regret it."

"You don't understand what they did to me. You will though. Soon."

"Oh shut up, this isn't even the worst part."

"I had no idea some of the most brilliant minds in the world were so... gullible."

"God, you lot were stupid. You...followed me into a basement. Seriously, what is up with that?"

[kabr0ztrousers]

A fat demon duke madly falling in love with a fem reader that is not into him. He has her tied up while she is kicking and screaming for him to stop undressing and touching her. All the while he tells her how delicious her body looks/feels and how much of a better life she'll have with him. Oh and he buries his face in her pussy and makes her squirt a ton.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 84: Duke of the Iron Forest

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes Anthology here!

CWs: Noncon; restraints; receiving cunnilingus; female ejaculation; overstim; painful penetrative sex; excessive cum

A/N: Sorry there wasn't a story yesterday, a combination of an early morning and a late shift messed with me a little.

That makes 2 I owe you all, which I'll make up at some point before the year's end

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The chains held you, suspended halfway up the wall. Rough, hot stone behind you, black iron railings above. A bar between your ankles kept your legs spread out, exposing you to any who passed by.

Not that anyone passed by, of course. The guards were forbidden from this section of the dungeon. The only one permitted to enter your cell was your captor, Duke Bombodur of the Iron Forest. He had more titles, demons collected them like other people collect stamps, but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of remembering most of them. Maybe if he'd just let you go, you'd be nicer to him. Or you'd run a million miles away and never look back.

You sighed, daydreaming of freedom, fleeing as fast as your legs would carry you through the spiky forest. The smell of the dungeon brought you back to reality: sulphur, iron, old stone. Your sigh went from wistful to exasperated as you rattled around in vain, testing chains you knew would never weaken.

The flapping of wings echoed through the corridor. He turned a corner, coming into view. Tiny wings sprouted from his shoulder blades, flapping lazily to keep him in the air. That was the only small part of him. Bombodur was a hulking mass of shuddering, quivering flesh. Stumpy, gout-ridden limbs protruding from an almost spherical body, a head comprised mostly of jowls and broad, curling horns perched on top. Deep black skin stretched over his body, patterned with stars that seemed to be miles beneath the surface, twinkling and shifting as he moved. Gold jewellery jangled on his wrists and ankles, a shimmering golden robe hung from him. Open at the front, it did nothing to hide the swinging manhood that dangled between his legs, perpetually leaking a string of golden precum onto the ground underneath him.

Nobody ever accused him of subtlety.

"Ahh, my pet" His voice was deep and slurred, every syllable flowing like crude oil "How I love visiting you" He hovered up to your face as you turned away from him. The back of one hand stroked your cheek the smells of heavy incense and blood clinging to his skin made bile rise in your throat

"Are you going to let me go?" You turned your face up, pointedly not looking at him

"Only when you accept my proposal"

Ugh, this again

He continued "Be my dutchess, rule by my side as my wife! You'll find it much more comfortable than this squalid dungeon"

You rather liked your dungeon. You hate it, but it's still preferable to marrying him.

He floated higher, holding your face, pointing you towards him as a cruel grin "Mayhaps I shall convince you" He hovered slightly lower, creaking arms holding your thighs apart as he started kissing the outer lips of your cunt. You tried to twist your body away from him, only succeeding in driving yourself into his face. His tongue slipped between your lips, forked a hundred times, every tip teasing a different part of you as it slid in. You hated to admit it, he was good at this.

The very end of his tongue probed your cervix, the barbs at the base rubbing against your clit. Still more in the middle rubbed the ceiling of your vagina, pressing against the ridged upper wall as your cunt tensed around him. You groaned as your head lolled back, your body responding to his mouth as it sealed around your entrance, rhythmically sucking on you as your hips twisted and turned against him.

You felt like you needed to piss. Every move of his tongue sending twinges through your bladder. The pressure grew and grew with his attention, your toes curling and breath catching. Your clit tingled in his mouth as your feet planted on the stone behind you, pushing yourself harder against his mouth. He pressed against your pubic bone from the inside, forcing up into the inner part of your clit.

You barely stifled a scream as you felt yourself empty into his mouth. Every move, every twitch and ripple of his tongue drove more fluid out of you. Your eyes rolled as he kept going, feeling yourself fill up again before releasing a second time before he coaxed you to a second release, then a third, a fourth...

You lost count. He ate your cunt like he needed it to live, gulping down your squirt like it's the first water he'd had in days. Every time you came, every stifled whine, moan or whimper spurred him on. Your aching cunt squeezed and twitched, every move making you sob and squeak.

He pulled away from you. Floated back up to be level with your face, the many-tipped tongue licking your cheek before he forced it down your throat. The musky, hot taste of your orgasms coating your tongue as he pressed that drooling cock against your twitching quim. It slipped in easily, the soft flesh of your cunt parting around it as he made it fit. His tongue muted the groans of pain escaping you as you gargled out your displeasure, the radiating pain coming from between your thighs mingling with renewed arousal as the thick rod drove into you. He rubbed against you, wings flickering as every thrust pushed you upwards, every time he went deeper until he hammered against your cervix. Another scream of pain was muted by his mouth as it hammered against your back wall, bruising your sensitive limit. Every bludgeoning thrust eliciting cries of pain as he pleasured himself with your broken body.

At last, he forced himself deep into you, threatening to burst through. His breath was fetid as he grunted into your face. A guttural, grinding noise came from deep in his chest. His cock swelled up slightly, pressure building before he shot his load into you. Pulse after pulse of hot cum flooded you, filling your womb before flowing out of you, every fresh pulse forcing itself in before your body pushed it out, flowing down his cock to land with a slapping drip on the floor.

He pulled out. Your wide-open cunt twitching, golden cum dripping from you in a glob. His tongue pulled from your gagging throat. You collapsed, the chains taking your weight as your body hung slack

"Same time tomorrow, songbird?"

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That went a little more noncon than I was expecting! I was tempted to put in cervical penetration as well, but someone has requested a demon do that to some hapless reader, so I'll save it for now...

I hope I've adequately described the sensation of having a squirting orgasm, it's not something there's a lot of documentation on. Or rather, there's a *lot* of documentation on it, but it's almost all intended to be read with one hand below the belt. Maybe one day you'll get to hear the story of my first sexual liaison, where I learned I'm pretty good at that

[thatsprettylane]

Kakashi Hatake + Assorted Text Posts (Part 5)

[thus-spoke-lo]

cw: gn!reader. yandere behavior. reader restrained, gagged. using prompt from here. // Yandere Minific Masterlist

Sabo’s gloved hand caresses your cheek, the rich, supple leather smooth against your skin. His eyes glimmer, his body radiating a heat that feels like it may consume you if it builds any further. A breath hitches in his throat as his fingers trail down your skin, lingering at your clavicle, dancing over your bare chest. He thinks you’re perfect like this—stripped bare, standing nude before him, every inch of you exposed to his hungry gaze.

“The first time my eyes grazed your form,” he speaks, just above a whisper, “I knew what it meant to be utterly and ardently in love.”

You try to huff a rebuttal, but it only comes out as an unintelligible whine—the fabric stuffed in your mouth and the rope holding it in place, tied lovingly and securely around your head, prevent you from doing much more. You shift and struggle, your arms bound behind your back to the post in the center of the room, but he’s left you very little leeway and your muscles strain and give out before you can make any progress.

Sabo shushes you, pressing his forehead to yours. “I know, my darling, I know—but it’s for your own good. I can’t have you trying to run away again, now can I?”

He steps back and surveys your form, and the delicate map of ropes that adorn it, holding you perfectly in place. He walks around you, tightening a knot here and there, sighing contentedly as he does. You’re a work of art, one for only him to enjoy, a statue carved from stone meant just for him to worship and adore, the ropes that adorn your form only serving to highlight all the parts of you he loves the most. It seems the two of you don’t quite seem eye to eye on his methods of keeping you right where he wants you—but you’ll grow to appreciate it soon enough, he’s sure of it.

Sabo kisses you on one cheek, then the other, and moves to put on his coat. You whine and struggle again and regret fills his chest—if only he didn’t have to leave, if only he could stay right by your side until you accepted this, everything would be perfect. But it will be, one day.

“I’ll only be gone for a day or two,” he says, forcing a smile and already missing the sight of you. “Be good while I’m away and perhaps we can take the gag out—I’d love to hear your pretty voice tell me just how much you missed me.”

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All alone, I'm All alone in here

Based on Sajan Rai's art for 2 Mello's album "this year I lose my mind" (lyrics from 01: points at head)

Not saying which comic this is a panel redraw of because I don't want to spoil it. If you know, you know.

[2af-afterdark]

*Slams ask/question box*

Hi yes I heard you have free time and are doing writing sprints

Prompt: ❝  i’m in a good mood today,  you may choose your punishment this time but only if you ask for it politely. ❞

As for who to write for…hmmm

I cant choose between Leviathan and Lucifer 🤔

I’ll leave it up to you if that’s alright

🦩

Fandom: What in Hell is Bad? Content: sub!Leviathan x dom!gn!MC (you/your), gags, rope bondage, vibrators, this punishment is completely unfair but that’s the joy of it, I guess this is technically in dubcon territory if you squint at it, clothes stay on during punishments A/N: Combining these two requests and making something you both requested but is completely self-indulgent  Word Count: 617

“How about this,” you whisper honey-sweet words as you lean in close so that the breath from your lips brushes delicately against the edge of his ear, “If you ask politely, I’ll let you choose your punishment. I’m in a good mood today.”

Your hand tingles from the gentle vibrations of the wand in your hand, pressed softly against his crotch, just over the fabric of his pants where a small wet spot is beginning to form.

Leviathan furrows the brows above his radiant eyes, clearly attempting to strike you dead with the power of his beautiful contempt alone. You, however, feel little threat from a man who cannot match the anger in his eyes with a complimentary snarl and whose chin is covered in his own drool due to the gag stretching his mouth open.

“What?” You press the wand harder against the bulge straining against his pants. “I won’t understand if you don’t use your words.”

An entire kingdom lives in fear, rapture, and devotion to their king’s whims; praises him with every breath, desires his fickle punishments, and exalts his every thought. You, however, are not and will never be a citizen of Hades. Leviathan is not your king nor do you live to bend the knee at his every command. For you, his beautiful and captivating ire is simply more reason to torment him; to see how much more beautiful he will be once he is broken by his own frustrations that have built up without the ability to spit his venom or hang you by the neck.

It isn’t as if you are entirely unfair. His gag is a ring so that he can still speak and curse your name as long as he tries hard enough. On the other hand, that is the only bit of mercy you show him. His long, graceful arms can not reach out to wrap around your neck nor can he flick his fingers to force ropes around your throat because, in your wisdom, you have carefully bound him in place.

His arms stand upright, suspended beside his head while his forearms are folded down behind him, his wrists tied in place by a rope that is bound around his neck so he will choke himself if he attempts to change their position; a terrible decision for anyone who wasn’t a devil with the strength and grit to withstand such things. In the same way, his legs are bound to give you easy access to his body – calves pinned to his thighs and splayed wide so that he is vulnerable to you.

And, all the while, his eyes boil over with anger at the clear disparity in how he wishes to lash out at you versus his current situation. Behind his anger, however, is the emotion that defines his entire life. Envy burns in his gaze. For what you couldn’t possibly tell, but it burns all the same.

And your heart burns in return.

“Well, Leviathan,” you start, “what will your punishment be?”

You finger the dial on the wand to turn it up two levels from the low setting it had been on. 

Instead of futility asking for a punishment that would be to his liking, the mound of his tongue presses flat and screams through the ring in his mouth. His sudden cry sounds like a melody, but is quickly cut off as his arms attempt to twitch in surprise and the rope keeping them stationed in place pulls back against his throat.

You give him a small, devious smile, staring down at him like a specimen. “I don’t know what kind of punishment that is, but I will do my best to oblige.”

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Mini Whump Prompt 153

"What am I?" The hollow clone of whumpee inquired to whumper, analyzing themselves through the mirror.

"You are my love of course. You've simply lost your memory."

"I'm sorry that I don't remember you then.", They allowed themselves in whumper's embrace, resting their head against whumper's chest, and listening to the quickened heartbeat. Even the hum of whumper's laughter was warm and full of vibrations, buzzing against the clone's face.

The clone explained, "I want to love you.", while whumpee could do nothing but watch through the screen, still trapped in their restraints.