#CW Restraints

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ 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]

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?"

[thatsprettylane]

Hidan + Assorted Text Posts

Bonus Kakuhida:

[whumpprentice]

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

[2af-afterdark]

Love Me Tender

Fandom: What in Hell is Bad? Content: Raphael x MC, fluff and smut, restraints, blindfolds, soft domination, it’s not a kink in this fic but Raphael is still technically in his cock cage, cumming untouched Summary: I just want to give Raphael some tender love. Word Count: 720

You press your lips against Raphael’s, capturing his bottom one and gently sucking on it just to hear the soft growl that he doesn’t attempt to suppress. Beneath you, he stirs, threatening to tear the bindings from around his wrists like tissue paper.

You run your hand over his naked chest as you continue to kiss him, slowly following the curve of his arms upward above his head where his hands are bound to the bedpost by little more than the scrapes of fabric you could imagine on short notice. 

You lace your fingers between his as you say, “If you break free, I leave.”

And if you left this space – one which was not Hell or Heaven or Earth, but a place entirely outside of any influence other that your own imagination – there would be no promise when next you and he would see one another. Not when all of Hell longed to stand between you and him, and you would never forgive the pain that he inflicted upon the devils just to see you.

Raphael’s body went limp.

“Good boy,” you whisper as you deliver one last kiss before you pull away.

His upper body raises up only slightly as he is careful not to pull against the bindings keeping him in place. His direction is guided only by your lingering touch as his eyes are covered so that he cannot look at you directly.

“You said you’d leave if I break free. Did you lie to me?” That last line sounds angry.

“I'm still here.” You squeeze his fingers between yours before pulling away your hand. “Trust me.”

It is a lot to ask of him, but you have faith that he can do it.

Only when you cradle your face against the crook of his shoulder and latch onto the soft flesh of his neck does he finally seem to release his tension. After a moment, his muscles relax and he eases into the illusionary mattress below.

You gently suck at the spot, feeling his pulse beneath your tongue. His vein twitches just below the skin, hammering more rapidly against your ministrations with each passing second. He grits his teeth, trying to hold back the sounds that you draw from his throat. They almost sound pained, but you already know that it’s the anticipation and expectations that are riling him up. After all, you are doing nothing that will hurt him, nor do you plan to.

“Bite down already,” he says, as if he expects you to tear his throat out.

You will have to disappoint him.

“Nope.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to the punch.

“You deserve to be treated gently, Raphael. You deserve to be loved.” 

You don’t know how often he has heard those words or even if he has heard them before, but you know them to be true. 

You close your eyes just to listen to him breathe between each little grunt, following the sounds of his voice to tell you where to kiss next. The harder it is for him to contain himself, the more you want to kiss that spot. Such a path leads you to lick up the side of his neck until you can nip at his jawline with just the tips of your teeth. 

The ends of his blonde hair tickle the lids of your eyes. You exhale abruptly; a short, subtle, but amused laugh.

“I love you,” you say.

As the words leave your mouth, he shudders beneath you. You dare not look down, but you can tell by the faint rose tint dusting his cheeks and the warmth slowly dripping onto your thigh that’s pressed between his that something has changed. 

He has come undone.

“Did you make a mess of your chastity belt?” you ask as you run your finger beneath the edge of his blindfold, lifting the right side only enough to see his eye glaring at you. His stare does nothing to deter you. “Should we make a bigger one?”

More white, hot liquid gushes from the small opening of his chastity device.

“In that case, let me help make a mess out of you.” With an innocent smirk and affection in your eyes, you say the words that ruin him once more. “I love you.”

[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.”

[unrestrained-balderdash-art-blog]

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.

[redd956]

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.

[screamingcrows]

Zandicktober masterlist and info Block #Zandicktober to avoid these posts

Warnings: restraints, knife play, blood, dubcon if you squint (more like regret)

"How does it feel?"

Zandik let out a strangled gasp, hairs standing on edge as the sharp blade danced along his sternum. Your voice sounded far away, blood thrumming in his ears when he caught the comfortable light of your bedside lamp reflected along the metal.

"Finally run out of witty remarks?"

His cock jerked against his will, eliciting an uncomfortable shift of his body, skin ripping under the point and making way for a tiny bead of crimson to pool. Fueled by instinct alone, he tugged at the restraints he'd foolishly agreed to, morbid curiosity having begged him to indulge your request.

[sock-hops]

Perhaps…

[thatsprettylane]

Kakashi Hatake + Assorted Text Posts (Part 5)

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 31

Warnings: Sexual Themes, Sybians, Bondage, Oral Sex, Overstimulation, BDSM, Aftercare

Prompt: Machines + Size Kink + Bondage + Bonus

Pairing: Rumor x 141 + Nikolai

The rest of Kinktober

The atmosphere in the dimly lit room was charged with anticipation, sending shivers down Rumor’s spine. The Task Force had always known how to push boundaries, but tonight felt different—more electric. The centerpiece of the room was a sleek, imposing machine that looked both intimidating and inviting.

Rumor stood at the center, heart racing, clad in nothing but his underwear (lace panties chosen specifically by Gaz). The sight of the Sybian and dildo sent a thrill through him, a potent mix of excitement and trepidation swirling in his stomach. He had been teased about this moment for weeks, but now that it was here, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of anxiety.

“Are you ready for us, Rumor?” Soap’s voice broke through his thoughts, dripping with playful mischief. He stepped closer, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. “You know we’re going to have some fun.” It was said with a teasing tone, but the question and concern was genuine. Always worried about consent, Soap.

Rumor nodded, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “I think so,” he replied, his voice a mixture of eagerness and uncertainty.

Ghost, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, pushed off and walked over. “We’re going to take care of you, pup. You just need to trust us,” he said, his tone low and reassuring, yet commanding.

Price stepped forward next, a predatory grin on his face. “You’ve made it this far, love. Just wait until you feel that thing.” He gestured towards the machine, and Rumor’s breath caught.

“You’re all insufferable,” Rumor quipped, trying to mask his nervousness with humor.

“Insufferable? Or irresistible?” Nikolai chimed in, a teasing lilt in his accent as he joined the circle, his presence comforting yet exhilarating.

With a flick of a switch, the machine hummed to life, the sound sending vibrations through the air for just a moment or two. Rumor couldn’t help but shiver, excitement coursing through him.

“Let’s get you strapped in,” Soap said, his hands deftly moving to the cuffs attached to the machine. They were padded, designed for comfort, but they promised a level of restraint that made Rumor’s heart race.

As Soap secured the cuffs around his wrists, Ghost leaned in closer, brushing his fingers against Rumor’s skin. “You’re going to love this, I promise,” he murmured, his breath warm against Rumor’s ear.

Once Rumor was secured, the team stepped back, taking a moment to admire him. The sight of him restrained, vulnerable, yet undeniably beautiful, sent a rush of heat through them all.

“Ready for the fun to begin?” Price asked, eyes locked onto Rumor’s.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Rumor replied, swallowing hard.

Soap grinned and turned a dial on the machine, causing it to whir louder, the surface of the Sybian shimmering under the soft light. “Here we go!”

The moment Rumor was positioned above the machine, he felt the tip of the phallic attachment press against him, teasingly close yet not quite touching. He gasped at the sensation, his body instinctively leaning forward as the heat of anticipation pooled in his belly.

“Hold on, Rumor,” Gaz instructed, his tone deep and steady. “You’re in for a ride.”

Price and Soap stepped back to give the machine room to work, their eyes focused on Rumor as the silicone cock slid inside him with a single thrust, filling him completely.

Rumor moaned, a mix of surprise and pleasure washing over him. “Oh, God,” he breathed, feeling the machine pulse within him.

“Look at him,” Ghost said, watching intently as Rumor’s body responded to the machine’s rhythm. “He’s taking it so well.”

With each thrust, the machine moved with relentless intensity, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Rumor. He writhed, the ropes holding him in place both a comfort and a reminder of his submission.

Nikolai stepped forward, his hand gripping Rumor’s chin, tilting his head back to meet his gaze. “Keep your eyes on me,” he commanded softly. “Don’t look away.”

Rumor’s heart raced, his focus shifting entirely to Nikolai’s piercing eyes. The warmth of his hand was grounding, an anchor amid the tumult of sensations.

“Good boy,” Nikolai praised, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Now tell us how it feels.”

“Feels… so good,” Rumor gasped, his body bucking against the machine, desperately craving more. “I can’t… I need—”

“Need what?” Soap taunted, leaning in closer to watch Rumor squirm. “You need to beg for it?”

“Please!” Rumor whimpered, losing himself in the ecstasy. “Please don’t stop!”

“Such a pretty sound,” Ghost said, moving closer, his fingers dancing across Rumor’s exposed skin. “You’re doing so well.”

As the machine continued its relentless rhythm, Rumor felt his body teetering on the edge. The ropes tightened around him, the sensation both restrictive and liberating. He could feel his orgasm building, a tidal wave crashing down upon him.

“Are you going to come for us?” Price’s voice cut through the haze, commanding yet laced with encouragement.

“Yes! I can’t hold it—” Rumor gasped, his breath hitching in his throat.

“Not yet,” Nikolai said firmly, his grip tightening slightly, forcing Rumor to meet his gaze. “Not until we say so.”

With a flick of a switch, the machine ramped up its pace, overwhelming Rumor with pleasure. His body screamed for release, every nerve ending alight with need.

“Please, I need it! I can’t—” Rumor pleaded, desperation spilling from him.

“Beg for it,” Gaz said, a wicked smile on his face.

“Please! I’ll do anything! I just want to come!” Rumor cried, desperation dripping from his voice.

“Such a good boy,” Nikolai praised, his voice low and soothing. “You can let go now.”

With that permission, Rumor’s body erupted in pleasure, the waves crashing over him as he finally let himself come undone. The Sybian pulsed within him, the sensations overwhelming as he surrendered completely to the pleasure, his cries echoing in the room.

As the machine slowed, Rumor’s body still quaked with aftershocks, and he was left panting, basking in the afterglow of their collective desire.

But there was no time for recovery; the moment he came down from his high, the men were quick to pounce. Rumor found himself surrounded, their intent clear in their eyes.

Price was the first to step forward, his hands gripping Rumor’s thighs and spreading them wide, exposing him completely. “You’ve done so well for us, Rumor,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Now it’s time to reward you properly.”

Rumor’s heart raced as he realized what was about to happen. “Wait—”

Before he could finish, Price’s mouth was on him, warm and demanding. Rumor gasped, the sensation igniting another wave of pleasure through him.

“Take a breath, Rumor,” Soap said, smirking as he knelt beside Price. “You’re in for a treat.”

Rumor moaned as he felt the heat of Soap’s breath against his shaft, both men working in tandem to tease and pleasure him. The sensations layered over one another, driving him wild.

As they worked him, Nikolai stood back with Gaz, watching with a predatory glint in his eye. “You look so perfect like this, all ours,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Rumor squirmed, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of being filled and tasted. “I— I can’t take it all,” he gasped, feeling the size of them pushing him to his limits.

“Of course you can,” Ghost said, kneeling on the other side of him. “You’re going to take all of us, Rumor. You can handle it.”

With that, Ghost leaned in, taking Rumor’s length deep into his mouth while Price and Soap continued their ministrations, leaving him gasping and moaning. Each thrust, each swirl of their tongues, sent him closer to another peak.

“Look at him, he’s loving it,” Soap said, his voice muffled around Rumor’s cock.

Rumor felt the overwhelming heat of their presence around him, their bodies towering over him, making him feel both small and utterly worshiped. “Please… don’t stop!” he begged, tears of pleasure pooling in his eyes.

“Just a little more,” Nikolai encouraged, moving closer to the action, the sight of Rumor overwhelmed by pleasure igniting a fire in his chest.

With one final push, Rumor surrendered completely, moaning as he released into their eager mouths, the sensations washing over him in tidal waves. They drank him in, the feeling of being so full of them filling him with a primal satisfaction.

As they pulled back, Rumor gasped for breath, his body still trembling from the intensity of it all. “You’re amazing, Rumor,” Price praised, brushing his thumb over Rumor’s cheek, a gentle contrast to the earlier intensity. “You did so well.”

Rumor smiled weakly, still caught in the aftershocks of ecstasy. “I’m glad you all enjoyed,” he said, feeling blissful exhaustion wash over him. Gaz collected him in his strong arms, kissing where the cuffs had slightly dug into his wrists.

“Next time, we’ll see how much more you can take,” Soap teased, an eager glint in his eyes as he leaned in to kiss Rumor softly.

With that, Rumor knew he was in for many more adventures with them—each one as exhilarating as this.

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Bonus soft drabble Aftercare

The dim light of the room flickered softly, creating a warm atmosphere as Rumor found himself surrounded by his teammates. After a long mission, the weight of the world seemed to lift as he settled into the makeshift nest of bodies. Price was on one side, his steady presence a calming anchor. On the other, Gaz had draped an arm over Rumor’s shoulder, pulling him closer.

Soap, ever the playful one, lay sprawled across Rumor’s legs, his lighthearted banter filling the air with warmth and laughter. “You know, you should really consider making this a regular thing, mate,” he teased, grinning as he poked Rumor’s side. “I’d be more than happy to keep you comfy.” He winked, earning a playful shove from Gaz.

Nikolai sat nearby, a soft smile gracing his features as he observed the scene. He reached out, running his fingers through Rumor’s hair, his touch gentle and soothing. “You have your own little fan club now,” he chuckled, his thick accent adding a playful tone. “Just don’t let it get to your head, or I’ll have to remind you who’s really in charge.”

Rumor felt a smile tugging at his lips, a feeling of belonging washing over him. As the group continued to chatter, the affection and camaraderie enveloped him like a warm blanket. He nestled deeper into Price’s side, inhaling the familiar scent of him—smoke, leather, and something distinctly comforting.

“Oi, Rumor!” Soap piped up, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “What’s the plan for the next op? I think we should get a bit of a warmer welcome than we did this time. Maybe a beach trip?”

“Right after a mission? Sounds dangerous,” Rumor shot back, chuckling.

“Exactly!” Soap exclaimed. “What better way to relax after all that chaos?”

Price chuckled, shaking his head. “You and your crazy ideas, Soap. Let’s focus on surviving the next mission first.”

Nikolai leaned closer, a conspiratorial grin on his face. “I could get behind a beach trip. But first, we must ensure our little rabbit here stays safe.” His playful comment elicited a chorus of mock gasps and playful jabs from the others.

As they continued to joke and tease, Rumor couldn’t help but feel the weight of their banter wash over him like a soothing balm. He felt seen, loved, and undeniably cherished by the team. Each laugh, each gentle poke, and every playful remark solidified the bond they shared, a bond forged in fire and laughter.

With each passing moment, Rumor surrendered more to the comfort of being surrounded by those who cared for him. Gaz shifted slightly, making room for Nikolai, who settled in closer. Rumor felt a rush of warmth from all sides, a sensation that made his heart swell. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so safe, so at home.

In that moment, everything felt right. The world outside faded away, leaving only the laughter and warmth of his chosen family. Rumor knew he was exactly where he belonged, tucked in the embrace of Task Force 141 and Nikolai, content to savor the moment, letting the love and laughter wrap around him like a protective cocoon.

As the night wore on, the chatter eventually quieted, with everyone settling into a comfortable silence. Rumor closed his eyes, leaning against Price’s shoulder, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. The soothing cadence lulled him further into relaxation, and he knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he would face them with this incredible family by his side.

[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.”

[dead-dove-orchid]

Deciding Moment.

[thus-spoke-lo]

cw: gn!reader. yandere-ish law. implied medical abuse, captivity. use of restraints. non-consent due to drugging. use of needle/injection. using prompt from here. // Yandere Minific Masterlist

The world fades in and out. Breathing feels like agony. Bursts of pain rocket through you as you wake, then sleep, then wake, then sleep again. Nothing is real until it is, until you finally open your eyes and see Law standing beside you, bathed in sterile white light.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” he says, something hidden behind his measured tone. “Thought I lost you there for a little while.”

Lost you…?

“But I—I was fine.” And you were fine, as far as you recalled. The skirmish was small, a rogue pirate ship trying to claim Law’s bounty was woefully underprepared when they attempted to board the Polar Tang, but you were holding your own…weren’t you? Sure, you took a few hits from dulled blades but that was nothing new and certainly nothing life-threatening. The last thing you can remember through this haze of pain and whatever is drip-drip-dripping from the I.V. bag attached to you is the feeling of being knocked forward by something heavy, a weight crushing you—then nothing, nothing until now.

You start to sit up but a thick leather strap over your chest pins you to the bed, and you’re suddenly aware of something around your wrists—handcuffs.

“Is this…” You trail off, keenly aware of Law’s predatory gaze as you start to protest. “Are these really necessary, captain?”

“It’s for your own safety,” he responds, tilting his head to stare at you, almost pityingly. “You’re too delicate. You need my protection.”

“But...I was fine.” And you were fine, the last you recalled. How in the hell could someone have gotten the jump on you so quickly?

“You only think you’re fine.” The condescension in his voice is almost palpable. Law starts to place his hand on yours and pauses, hovering just over it, just close enough you can feel the smooth latex brush your skin before he retracts and walks stiffly to the other side of the room. “Just…just let me heal your wounds, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? Since when did your captain call you pet names?

You glance around the room and it looks odd—this isn’t the sick bay or the surgical theater on the Polar Tang, this is somewhere else entirely, it must be. You know your ship inside and out, you’ve restocked and organized those rooms hundreds of times and this was not your ship. Where the hell had he taken you?

“Captain,” you murmur, your throat painfully dry, tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth, “where are we?”

Law freezes in place, his back to you. “We’re on the Polar Tang.”

“No.” Your heart begins to pound, breathing becomes harder. “No we aren’t. Where are we? What did you do to me?”

“Do to you?” Law turns to face you, a syringe held tightly in his hand. “How could you ever think I would hurt you?”

“Captain, please I didn’t mean—”

The heart monitor screeches as you struggle against your restraints and Law rushes to your side, shushing you as he injects something into your arm, something that burns when it hits your bloodstream, something that takes the fight out of you as it moves like magma through your veins. It’s hard to move now, your limbs heavy, eyes grainy. Your pulse slows, breaths become steady and quiet again, like a heavy blanket was dropped on you, holding you down.

“It’s all okay now,” Law coos as he mops the sweat from your brow with a damp towel. “I’ll keep you safe now. I’m not going to lose anyone else I love, not again.”

Love. The word swirls around in your mind, again and again, until everything begins to fade and all there is, as your eyes flutter shut against your will, is Law.

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