#So close to giving you your own tag atp 😭💞

[yumesei]

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There’s a dark satisfaction in the way Thresh watches you tremble beneath his touch. The chains that bind you to him clink softly, a constant reminder of your eternal bond, yet there’s no fear in your eyes— only something raw, something deep. His cruelty is a part of him, a piece of his very existence, yet you don't shy away. Instead, you lean into it, like a moth drawn to flame. His fingers curl possessively around your chin, pulling you closer as a twisted smirk plays across his lips. "Do you feel it?" he whispers, his voice a low rasp, almost tender. "The thrill of being mine?"

He finds your longing fascinating. The way you surrender so completely, with no hesitation, no second thoughts. It amuses him how you speak of love as if it’s something pure when in his world, love is just another tool to wield—sharp, unforgiving, and perfectly destructive. And yet, you continue to yearn for it. For him. "You love me for the parts of myself that would break anyone else," he muses aloud, almost to himself, as if the idea still perplexes him. You nod slowly, your breath shaky, but your gaze never falters. You want this, need it. Need him.

What Thresh offers is not a love defined by comfort or peace. No, it’s a love laced with pain, dominance, and the promise of eternity—an eternity wrapped in the cold, unrelenting grip of his chains. His touch is often more punishing than gentle, but even when the sting of his power lingers on your skin, you wear it like a badge of honor. He marvels at your resilience, though he suspects it’s more than that. It’s a twisted kind of devotion, one he’s never known before. His chains tighten, and your breath hitches. "Does it hurt, my pet?" he asks, his tone taunting. "Good."

There’s a delicate balance in your relationship, one that dances on the knife’s edge between pleasure and torment. For Thresh, it’s not about breaking you—at least, not entirely. He enjoys the game, the push and pull, watching you bend under his will but never quite shatter. You cling to him with a fervor that borders on worship, and he can’t help but relish it. Every time you say his name, every time you look at him with those eyes filled with a maddening combination of fear and desire, it’s as if you’re giving him another piece of yourself to claim.

And claim you he does, over and over again. Thresh revels in how dependent you’ve become, how you no longer fight the chains, but wear them like an extension of your body. He’s made you his, in every possible way, and yet, the hunger in your gaze remains. "You still want more," he chuckles darkly. "How insatiable." His fingers trace the lines of your neck, a possessive gesture, reminding you of just how fragile you are compared to him. But fragility only adds to the thrill, doesn’t it? He could crush you, snap you like a twig—yet he holds back. That restraint is its own kind of power.

When you whisper that you love him, Thresh’s laugh is low and menacing, vibrating through the air like a shiver down your spine. "Love? What a peculiar word for what we have," he murmurs, his grip tightening just enough to make his point clear. But deep down, he knows there’s truth to it—at least for you. He’s become your everything, and the way you look at him, with eyes full of twisted adoration, feeds his dark desires. "But I suppose, in your own way, you do love me," he muses. "And that’s exactly why you belong to me."

Your submission isn’t about weakness; it’s about trust—trust that he’ll push you to your limits without completely breaking you. Trust that no matter how much pain he inflicts, there’s a part of him that will never truly destroy you. He toys with that line, the one between devotion and annihilation, savoring every moment. "Let go of your strength," he commands softly, his voice wrapping around you like a vice. "There’s no need for it here." You obey, as you always do, and in that moment, he feels your soul truly tethered to his.

The intimacy you share is nothing like what others would recognize as love. It’s darker, deeper, bound in chains and whispered threats, but it’s yours. And in some twisted way, it satisfies you both. Thresh relishes the control, the power, the knowledge that his touch alone can bend you to his will. And for you, it’s the ultimate release—to give yourself so wholly, so completely, to someone who could destroy you, but doesn’t. Not entirely. Not yet.

In the silence that follows, Thresh watches as you rest your head against his chest, your breath steady but your heart racing. You’ve given everything to him, and he knows you will continue to do so for eternity. "You’re mine," he murmurs, his voice low and possessive. "For now, and forever." You close your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips, as if the words are a comfort rather than a threat. You’ve accepted your fate—accepted him, in all his dark, destructive glory. And that, above all, is what makes you so utterly, beautifully his.

He drags his fingers through your hair, slow and deliberate, feeling the tension melt away beneath his touch. There’s a strange, almost addictive pleasure in knowing how much you depend on him. You may call it love, but for Thresh, it’s far more. It’s power, control, devotion—all wrapped in the fragile form of the one who chose to stand by his side. And as his chains tighten ever so slightly around you, he knows neither of you would have it any other way.

I have so many things so say omg-

First anon, you seriously need to open an ao3 or something if you haven't already. Cuz I myself wrote Thresh selfship fics (your girl is down bad) but ffs I'm not sure they were as good as what you just gave me for free???

This is legit so??? I can't even comprehend it?? That's so good and so kind and it makes me so happy 😭

Secondly, you get Sei (my s/i) and Thresh and their relationship good, it makes me wanna yap about them even more???

I don't even have the words to explain how great what you wrote just was, just know that I screenshoted every things you sent me and put them in a little album in my phone photo gallery so I can find them more easily when I want to reread them 🤧