#Tw threats of torture

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

uh uhhhhhhhhh liar au (that one protege au i wrote) cprime or cclingy

or just protege clingyduo

I’m unfortunately not very good at remembering things so I forgot about that 😔 so here’s just protege c!clingy. tws for murder, human experimentation, restraints, threats of torture, self hatred, abuse, and fates worse than death. but this ones pretty hopeful i'd say? c!clingy the world.

when tubbo awoke, it was to buzzing machines and white, sterile walls. he felt far too tired to move, but even then he felt the straps around his wrists and hooves, keeping him pinned to the hospital bed he lay on. bright lights stung in his face, forcing him to keep his eyes shut.

funny. he'd thought he was dead.

he'd felt the axe cut his head clean off, and there wasn’t a cure for decapitation as far as he was aware. medicine wasn’t his forte but he knew enough to be doubtful.

was this the afterlife? because, if so, what was where he was before? the cacophony of red-white-blue-yellow sparks and a burning crater he couldn’t climb out from? was that his punishment? or was this?

he didn’t fucking know. his head hurt. his horns ached- he couldn’t feel the tips anymore, like they’d been sanded down or something, but that also didn’t make any sense.

“hello?” he called out in a scratchy voice. “is anyone here?”

“tubbo?” and thank god, that was tommy's voice, he could recognise it from anywhere. “tubbo, i'm so, so sorry.”

“tommy? i-“

before he could say anything else, the straps on his arms were loosened, and he was pulled into a tight hug- too tight, more painful than anything he’d experienced, but it was tommy so he didn’t care. “i'm so fucking sorry, tubbo. i was selfish, i- i couldn’t lose you, man, i couldn’t-“

“woah, woah, woah. calm down, bossman. take it from the top.”

“i- i killed you.”

“dream's little pet apprentice killed me. you’re dead. that doesn’t make sense.”

“is that what dream told everyone? huh, makes sense.” tommy laughed and tubbo got the sense he only did it to avoid crying. “dream-dream said if i didn’t, he'd torture you. until i was strong enough. and i guess i'll never be strong enough, huh?”

“what are you even talking about?”

“i- i made a stupid fucking deal, an awful deal. i- dream said he'd bring you back, but only if- only if he could use you as a test subject. and i- i just couldn’t imagine a life without you. and- and i'm sorry man. you have every right to hate me. i'd hate me.”

“tommy. i'd take any pain to be your friend again, y’know? it’s okay.” tubbo tried to make his scratchy voice sound as soothing as possible. “you're my best friend, man. i'd die for you.”

“once. not repeatedly.”

“test me.”

“well. i won’t. he will.” tommy shuddered violently. “and- and i know what he’s like. it’s hell, tubbo. worse than. and he- he goes easy on me, y’know? because we're friends. i can’t even imagine what he'll do to you.”

“well, whatever it is, it’s worth it if i get to see you again.” tubbo affirmed. “you are worth hell, tommy. never let him make you forget that.”

[moondragon618]

Immortal c!Prime design hcs bc why not

So firstly, Immortal c!Dream is mostly the same he just doesn't hide his white streak anymore lol

Immortal c!Tommy, however... yeah I have many thoughts abt him :)

So basically, with each revival he goes through during the revival experiments, his hair gets a little more white. And also, around the point where almost half of c!Tommy's hair has gone completely white, he also loses the color in one of his eyes (c!Dream absolutely does not miss the opportunity to point it out and rub in how death is "changing him"). So he has one faded blue-grey eye and one white eye for a bit until there's just barely any blonde left in his hair, and then the other eye loses it's color too.

(c!Dream is keeping count of how many revivals it takes to make c!Tommy's hair entirely white this whole time, and he definitely takes note of when his eyes lose their color too.)

By the time they're both immortal (which c!Dream made sure happened in a way that c!Tommy wouldn't know how he did it just to make sure he couldn't make anyone else immortal), c!Tommy's hair has been fully white for a while already. Also he has a scar in the shape of c!Dream's signature smiley face on his neck (c!Dream carved it into him with a knife, deep enough that he bled out and had to be revived right after), partly because he really pissed him off one time, but really c!Dream had been planning to do that for a while :)

Now for the actual Immortal c!Tommy design hc: My version of him is basically like an upgraded protegeinnit lol. He's got the matching hoodie with c!Dream but red instead of green, and he gets a smiley face mask identical to c!Dream's. Also, after a while of being forced into doing some revival himself for "experiments" (they might be immortal now, but there's still so much to learn about death, you know?), his eyes become an unnatural glowing blue. (c!Dream was really excited about that. It still managed to scare the shit out of c!Tommy when he saw it for himself the first time.) He hates how much it makes him look like c!Dream, but also after spending so much time being conditioned and believing he has no one else, it's almost a little comforting.

Eventually c!Tommy is allowed out of the prison as long as he wears his mask (and he prefers to anyway bc he's self conscious abt his eyes + he believes everyone would hate him), and it's not like he could run away even if he wanted to bc c!Dream can track him anywhere (he stole the "Your Tommy" compass just before Doomsday and eventually managed to fix it). And c!Dream teaches c!Tommy how to revive ppl on his own, but only after he's made it very clear what happens if c!Tommy revives someone without his permission-

He will hunt them down, make them beg to be dead again, kill them, and maybe revive them and kill them again a few more times :) And c!Tommy gets to watch :) And maybe he'll even force c!Tommy to kill them a couple times- all he'd have to do is threaten to make it even more agonizing if he has to do it himself :) :) :)

[furiousgoldfish]

I have an update about this situation, which if you didn't read it, was about me finding out that my parents are searching for me, going door to door and asking people on the street if they know me, even asking with my fake name. They found someone who did know me, and they chatted, and this person later called me and told me what had happened, to which I freaked out, asked them not to share any details about me, and explained that I had ran away due to violence and that I'm terrified of these people.

Now knowing that my parents are out there looking for me, I spent the next few weeks locked in, afraid to go out, only going to work and back, and sometimes disguised so I wouldn't be recognized. I didn't run into anyone on the street, nobody came to my door, I didn't get any other phone calls, so I eventually relaxed and decided that it was okay to be outside, even if they are looking, unless they find me directly where I live, I could easily escape on bike, and they wouldn't know where I went.

The other day I got the phone call from the person who talked to my parents, and they asked me to come over, to be gifted some extra clothing. I was scared, worried that it was a trap, that my parents somehow got this person to cooperate and to bring me to them, but I decided to be brave and go anyway, since the chance of this was very low, and on the phone they reassured me that I could forget that last situation. Still, when I got there I startedly looked around to see if anyone was in there, but it was all empty.

I got some extra details of what happened; it was my mother and a friend looking for me, my father was not present. This person admitted to actually knowing me, and where I live, so my parents know someone who is in contact with me right now. However the person didn't share my address with them, which is why I was still safe.

Then the person revealed they actually got a call from my mother later that day, and they had an argument over the phone. The person repeated what I had told them – that I ran because of violence, because I was forced to work to deserve to eat and sleep there, because of death threats, torture, neglect, and my mother responded angrily 'You don't know what kind of trouble they were causing me!'. Then my mother still tried to convince this person that she cares about me and is worried about me, but the person rebutted with 'you should have cared when they were younger', and when my mother wouldn't stop asking for information, the person said that if she calls again, the police will be called and hung up.

Now this was very interesting to me, firstly my mother getting a police threat upon trying to find me, that is extremely good, satisfying, reassuring, positive, made me so happy. I was in a good mood for the rest of the day just thinking about what kind of reality-check that must have been, to have other people threaten with police and stand in their way of getting to me. I feel it was the first time someone actively protected me and it feels like I've been waiting my whole life for that to happen, and I never thought it would.

Second thing is her 'you don't know what kind of trouble they were causing', because she wasn't even denying the accusations of violence and torture! She blatantly did admit that yes, I had to work to deserve to live as a child, I was beaten, neglected, I was threatened death, I was kept in sub-human conditions, but she just felt it was justified! Because I was 'causing trouble', which is a lie, I did everything she asked me when I was a kid. It's like she still thinks me standing up to her violent abusive husband was 'me causing trouble' excuse me why did you marry that thing, and then never stood up to it? I had more backbone as a child than she has as an adult and this was 'me causing trouble'. I stood up to him because it was the right thing to do, because he was attacking me and my siblings, what do you mean I was causing trouble defending rest of the family from violence and absorbing it so the rest of you wouldn't have to. Ungrateful lying coward.

And also her saying I was the awful troublemaker doesn't check out with the rest of her story; if I was such a menace why is she out there looking for me? Why is she not blessed that I am gone and she can finally enjoy your life? Would you actively seek out someone you have to control with death threats from how much trouble they're causing to you? The lie is falling apart.

This has me very calmed down and grateful that not all people are cowards and unwilling to stand up to abusers. I've never seen this before, in my experience, people were always ready to bow down to my parents and see me as an ungrateful horrid creature who needs to be put into their place. This person has known me enough to see that I'm honest, fair, hardworking, kind, accommodating, they even told me that they can see there's nothing twisted about me. They understood that my situation is one of a struggle and that I have to work hard to survive, and often expressed that I struggle too much compared to others. And this isn't someone I'm on constant contact with, we talk once a year. I was surprised they picked up on this much.

I'm feeling better about the situation now I understand I was defended, I'm not that afraid anymore. I did get upset that my mother is trying to convince people that I was just so bad I deserved all, but at least not everyone believes it. I mean, it's ridiculous for anyone to believe a child could possibly deserve this, but I know a lot of people who do believe that. I thought everyone would side with my parents forever. Feeling better knowing there's one person who sided with me, when it was crucial for my safety.

[serickswrites]

The Point

Part 2

Warnings: kidnapping, restraints, threat of torture

"Don't move," Whumper said as they pointed their sword at Whumpee's throat.

Whumpee was seething. They had been running for so long they had thought they would evade Whumper. Whumper proved to be a far more difficult adversary than Whumpee thought. "How did you find me?" Whumpee kept their hands up where Whumper could see them. They didn't want to give Whumper an excuse to hurt them.

Whumper smirked. "You're not hard prey to catch, Whumpee." They tossed a pair of manacles at Whumpee's feet. "Put these on," they ordered.

"And if I refuse?" Whumpee wasn't going to be complicit in their own kidnapping.

Whumper flicked the sword, slicing a lock of hair from Whumpee's head. "I won't miss next time." Whumper placed the sword tip on Whumpee's cheek. "Put these on. Don't make me order you a third time."

Whumpee didn't want to put the manacles on. They didn't want to be restrained and at the mercy of Whumper. They knew what awaited them in Whumper's dungeon. But they also couldn't be stabbed. Whumper would just as soon kill them as wound them. And they needed to buy Caretaker time to find them.

With great trepidation, Whumpee knelt to pick up the manacles. "What are you going to do to me?" They asked as they snapped the manacles into place. The manacles were tight and bruising on their wrists.

"Anything and everything," Whumper said as their eyes darkened. "Anything and everything, Whumpee."

[shitty-proendo-blackout-posts]

Alright, here goes! CW for forced institutionalization, ableism, and mention of torture:

(For some extra reference, we DO have DID. At the time, we believed ourselves to be non-CDD. This was all because our two TADC fictives decided to create an ask blog and this dude got bigmad that we were open about being mixed origins and plural and (believing we were at the time) non-CDD)

Around 60% of the 50+ messages was just repeated "kys", another 30 - 35% were slurs mixed with "kys", and the last little bit was messages like this.

Anonymous asked: I hope you get all you desire. I hope you do!

[breannasfluff]

Tell Us

Whump Rating: 3/5 TW: Mild-ish Torture, injury, resolved ending

Legend doesn’t like to show weakness, especially in front of enemies. Unfortunately, the bandits saw the way he stepped in front of Hyrule and Wild; both injured already and caught off guard. They made the logical jump that if they wanted to hurt the vet, all they had to do was focus their attention on the other two.

Hyrule whimpers and each sound cuts a little deeper. The bandits want the Master Sword—never mind that they couldn’t hold it, nor do any of them have it.

“Please! I don’t have it! I swear!” Legend rattles the bars of his cell, but it makes no difference. They’ve already been at this for hours and if they didn’t believe him before, they likely won’t now. How long before they give up?

“Too bad for you, hero,” one of them sneers. “You’ll just have to watch us take your friends apart bit by bit.” He digs a hand into Hyrule’s hair and yanks. The traveler winces, but keeps his mouth shut. “Sure would hate to move to more…extreme measure.”

More extreme? Whipping? Beating? Pulling fingernails? Legend hisses, but there’s nothing he can do. He doesn’t have the one item they want.

Whatever he plans to do is cut off as one of the other bandits yanks Wild back into the main room. He’s bloody and bruised, but his eyes are hollow. It’s like…there’s no one home. The champion shut down quickly after being captured, already nursing a wound on his side.

Why did the trio decide to chase after the straggling monsters when two were injured? It was instinct, but by the time they caught up to the monsters they were cut off from the group. Easy pickings for the bandits.

Legend sends a silent prayer that the rest of the Chain will find them quickly.

“Any luck?”

“Didn’t make a sound. I don’t know if he can even talk.”

“Well, we still have this one for leverage.” The bandit claps a hand on Hyrule’s shoulder. “Pain isn’t working so I thought maybe we’d try a softer touch.”

Legend glances back and forth between the two, anxiety rising. What’s that supposed to mean? Hyrule is twitchy with people already. It took ages for him to relax into the casual back slaps and shoulder nudges the group uses.

“He seems…sensitive to touch. Brat probably lives half-feral in the woods.” The bandit gives an ugly laugh and ignores Wild, turning back to Hyrule. He grabs the traveler’s chin and forces his head up until his eyes meet Legend’s.

There’s a mix of desperation and steel there. I can take it, the look says.

His heart aches as he stares back. You shouldn’t have to; he tries to convey. It should be me.

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” the bandit says. He runs a hand through Hyrule’s hair, but this time doesn’t pull. It’s gentle; carding through the curls. Wild often does something similar when the traveler is tucked against his side.

“I’m sure we can make this more comfortable for you all if your friend just gives us what we want.” The bandit wraps an arm around Hyrule’s shoulder in a mockery of a hug. One hand traces along his collarbone and cups his neck.

Hyrule trembles and leans back, eyes wide. “S-stop,” he whispers. It’s the first word he’s said so far.

“I want to. I really do.” How the man manages sincerity is a mystery. “This can all go away. Just give us the Master Sword.” His gaze switches to Legend. “You’re the hero. I know you have it.”

“I don’t! I swear, I swear, I don’t have it anymore!”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Please!” He slams a palm against the bars, on the verge of tears. “Please, let me switch places.”

“Oh no.” The bandit straightens and shoots him a toothy grin. “It hurts you far more to watch.”

The other bandit gestures at Wild, who’s slumped in the chair he’s been tied to. “What about this one?”

“Hasn’t made a sound, you said?”

“Yeah.”

A half shrug. “See if you can get him to scream.”

“Stop it!” Legend’s eyes burn, traitorous tears slipping free. “Stop hurting them!”

“Give us the sword.”

“I don’t have it!”

“Then tell us where it is!”

“I can’t—I don’t know!” Legend closes his eyes in defeat, leaning his forehead against the cold metal. “I don’t know. I wish I did.”

They don’t care about his sincerity, turning back to his friends. The main one wraps an arm around Hyrule’s shoulder and another around his stomach, despite the awkward angle of the chair he’s tied to.

Hyrule shudders and jerks, trying to escape the motion.

How long did they work on hugs before he accepted them as comfort? Legend can literally watch as all their hard work is undone before his eyes. All for an item he doesn’t have.

Wild screams.

They all jerk, turning to look at him. The other bandit has a hot poker pulled from a fire and presses it against the prior wound on his side. The champion thrashes, and the chair rocks, then falls over. His head hits the stone with a crack and he lies still.

No. No, no, he’s okay. He’s just unconscious, right? Head wounds like that can be dangerous. Legend sobs now, begging the bandits to let him take their place. What else can he give them instead? Why is he so helpless, locked in this cell? They haven’t even hurt him! Some hero, forced to watch as his friends are harmed on his behalf.

“You imbecile! What if he dies?” The two bandits argue over Wild, who’s still slumped on the floor.

Hyrule is crying, chest heaving with silent sobs and cheeks wet. Can he cast thunder to get them out of this? No, he’s already low on magic. What can they do?

One of the bandits gives a cut-off yelp and slumps to the ground. The other bandit stares at the arrow sprouting from his neck, non-plussed, before he turns to the entrance of the cave. An arrow sinks into his eye. The scream is cut off as a second hits his neck. With a gurgle, the bandit collapses to the ground.

Legend’s never been so happy to see the Chain rush in, weapons and fairies at the ready. Twilight goes to Wild and dumps out a fairy, while Warriors cuts the rope binding Hyrule to the chair. Wind pulls out a lockpick set and works on the cell door.

As soon as it swings open, the vet runs for Hyrule. Wild is slowly blinking, already crowded by Four and Twilight. The traveler flinches when Legend reaches for him and his heart sinks. “Sorry,” he whispers and steps a few inches back. “Are you okay?”

The smile he gets in return is watery, but there. “I’ll be okay.”

The vet has his doubts, but that’s a problem for the future. For now, they are saved.

[writinggremlin]

Red Dead Redemption: Bound and/or gagged for the Coffee shop pals???

Helloooooo anon! Everybody give it up for the one who prompted this entire series!!! Wooooo!!!!!!

Sorry it took me so long to respond! If this is your first time hearing of this series, then you might want to check out the masterlist (linked above the CW) so that you may have all of the context.

I am answering this with part 3 because this is the main juice. This is the part that contains the main premise of this ask. Then part 4 will contain the execution, actually going through with the binding, gagging, and killing(¿).

I hope you enjoy!

(Disclaimer: There is a character mentioned in here (Damien), who is not one of my characters. He belongs to a friend of mine that I rp with. They don't have a Tumblr, but they go by ducks._.andcoffee on the platform I know them on. Their character is only used in a passing mention here, but I just thought I should give credit anyway lol.)

Masterlist

CW (above cut): (Hypothetical) Murder Mention

CW (under cut): More Murder Mentions, Suicide Mention, Self Harm Mention, Threats To Harm Others, Manipulation/Coercion, Torture Mention, Restraints, Knife, Implied Drugging Mention, Brainwashing/Mind Control

(If I missed anything, feel free to let me know!)

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Bind... Gag... Kill? (Pt. 3)

The Choice

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"WHAT?!" Kage snapped, temper boiling over.

"You just need to assign one per person," August calmly explained, "So, for example, let's say: bind Jacky, gag Sunni, and kill Mars!"

Mars objected, "HEY!! I get that I'm annoying sometimes but COME ON!!!"

August continued her explanation as if he didn't exist, "Whoever you choose to bind will be bound into a stress position, whoever you choose to gag will be made to wear that muzzle, and whoever you choose to kill will be, well, killed!"

Sunni objected too, "What the hell-- You can't just do that to us!!"

August smiled up at her, a look Jacky thought was too innocent for somebody so shamelessly unethical, "I can, and I will!" She turned back to Kage, gesturing to the three behind her, "So who will it be? Who will you choose to get what?"

Kage seemed to contemplate it, and for a moment, Jacky grew concerned.

"I choose to kill... myself."

"Hey now, you know that's not how--"

"Well FUCK that and FUCK you!! I am NOT gonna just-- choose one of them to die, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! What-- What happened to 'I'm not gonna hurt them', HUH?!"

Her smile seemed to stretch just a little too wide, "I'm not. I won't lay a single finger on any of them! Promise!"

It went silent for a few seconds, and Jacky almost felt like she was going to puke at the idea of what she was implying.

"What. The fuck," Kage finally said, "No, seriously, WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, AUGUST?! YOU SICK, TWISTED-- FUCK-- NO!!! NO!!!! FUCK YOU, I'M NOT KILLING ANYONE YOU FUCKING-- NO!!!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!!!"

August stood there while he had his outburst, silently taking the screaming and the insults without taking even the slightest trace of offence. Or at least, that's what it looked like-- her demeanor and expression didn't change even the slightest bit. She merely just waited. Waited patiently for Kage to calm back down.

"Well..." She finally said, taking a step back. Then another, "You're either going to have to choose..." She turned and walked behind Jacky, whose heart started to beat frantically as August rested the knife she was holding right against her neck, "Or I'll have to choose for you."

Jacky raised her chin and tried to pull her neck away as much as the restraints would allow. She silently glared up at August, though no amount of that could hide the tremble in her body.

Sunni audibly thrashed against her restraints, "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE, BITCH!!!"

Mars' eyes widened, and he looked over to Kage, "You're not actually going to kill any of us... right?"

Kage immediately shook his head, "No!! Fuck no!!! And none of ya are gonna die here. Because if any of you do and Damien finds out, he'll--"

"Ooo!!~" The sudden sound of August's voice made Jacky flinch. A dangerous thing to do in this situation, "So these three are under his protection too, hmm? Now that's interesting... I never would've guessed!"

"All of my friends are under my fiancé's protection, dipshit."

"Hm... That does throw a wrench in my plans though..." Jacky breathed a sigh of relief as the knife was lowered away from her neck. August stepped out in front of her and folded the blade back up, "Hm. Well, ok. Maybe not kill, but what about harm? I'll even let you pick the method! Is that better?"

Jacky caught the sight of Kage glaring daggers at August once again, as she stepped down and returned by his side. He clenched his jaw, his hands clenched the armrests on the chair, knuckles growing white.

"Well?"

The silence stretched on for a few more seconds, before he finally took a breath, his head dropping in defeat, "...Fine."

August clapped a few times, grinning excitedly, "Yay! Alright, then you may start whenever you're ready! Oh, and feel free to take your time with it. It's not like anyone is going to be going anywhere anytime soon."

Mars rolled his eyes, "Gee, I wonder why that is!"

She laughed, turning to face him, "Y'know, I really like you! Mars, right?"

He froze in place, stiffening like a statue, "Wait, how did you know my--"

"I have my methods!"

"Like torturing our friend?"

"Well, others may call it "torture", but I call it interrogation. I would never wish to inflict any more pain than what is absolutely necessary! Just the pin prick of a needle is all it takes-- if even that!" She laughed, turning back to Kage, "Isn't that right?"

He grumbled, "Shut up."

She put her hands up, "Ok, alright Mr. Grumpy Pants, I will. Sorry! I did get a little off track for a second there, didn't I?" She laughed, then cleared her throat, "Anyway, it's time for you to finally answer my question..."

She gestured to the others, "Who do you choose?"

Jacky's breathing picked up it's pace, becoming quicker and sharper, as the air grew still and quiet. She watched Kage as he silently looked over the three of them, his eyes slowly scanning across them one by one, his solemn expression weighing heavily on his features.

It was something that he had to do; there wasn't really a better option. She knew that, and she knew that he knew that too. But still, some part of her was still daring to hope that he wouldn't actually--

Tipping his head back, Kage let out a frustrated groan, "Bind... Mars."

Jacky's eyes widened as she watched August take the rope she presented earlier, and bring it to the metal plate in front of Mars, who looked utterly stunned.

"You're still young," Kage explained, raising his head back up to look at the other, "Probably still got some flexibility in ya. With any luck, it won't do too much damage; hopefully won't take ya too long to recover. And 'ey," He showed a half-smile that Jacky assumed was meant to be reassuring, "At least you'll have your mouth free so you can sass back and use all the sarcasm you'd like. That's gotta be somethin', right?"

Mars only gave a half-hearted chuckle and somber nod in response.

Kage's gaze seemed to linger for a moment, before dropping down to his lap, "I'm sorry, man..." he muttered.

Jacky couldn't help the tears that started pricking her eyes as the reality of the situation sank in. He was actually going through with this. And Mars getting bound meant that it was either going to be her or Sunni getting the worst option. Secretly, she hoped that he would choose Sunni for the muzzle, sparing her from the harm. Jacky looked over to the right, and found that Sunni was looking back.

Please just let her be safe. Please.

She'd gladly take the beating if it meant Sunni's safety. She wondered if she might've been feeling the same way; thinking the same thing. Maybe. It's possible. ...She looked back to Kage.

He was smart, she knew he was. He was great at thinking on his feet and strategizing. He was also great at making judgements about others, observing them and evaluating their behavior; picking apart every last detail about them until he knew them. Jacky knew that she wouldn't take it personally if he chose to hurt her.

But... did he know that?

Kage finally looked back up at August, "Gag... Sunni."

Jacky met Kage's eyes as August went to go place the muzzle in front of Sunni. A somber smile couldn't help but to cross her lips. Of course he would.

August turned back to Kage, "And that means..."

And that means...

"Harm..." He hesitated, drawing in a slow breath, before looking August dead in the eye, "...myself. I'm not hurting any of them. Fuck no."

A quiet breath of laughter escaped Jacky as she smiled further. Of course he would.

August got a dangerous glint in her eye, "Is that so?" She slowly stalked over to Kage, who kept his gaze level with hers. He didn't shrink back as she got closer, firmly holding his ground, a flame of determination alight in his eyes.

His voice was low and steady, "You aren't gonna make me. You can't make me." Jacky had to admit, it was a little eerie to hear him speak like that.

"I can't make you, hm?~" August crouched down behind him, getting close to his ear. She sounded unbothered, a little smug, even, and she wore a smirk to match, "You wanna bet?"

She placed a hand on his shoulder. Jacky could've sworn that just for a moment, just for the smallest fraction of a second, she saw him start to smile. But when she blinked, his expression only held confusion.

"What the hell are y--"

Snap.

His breath hitched.

"Sleep."

Jacky's eyes widened, and she helplessly watched as the determination, the spite, and even his very will seemed to drain from his face. She watched as the tension melted out of his muscles; as his eyes fluttered shut, and his head dropped forward. It was only a matter of seconds before he was completely limp in his seat, only being help up by the hand on his shoulder.

Snap.

August didn't even need to command him to wake, he just did so on his own. His head gradually rose, looking back up at-- no, through Jacky with glassy eyes and a blank expression. He looked empty... hollow...

A shiver ran down Jacky's spine.

August placed the knife from before into Kage's hand, "You've made your choice. Now follow through."

The restraints on his chair opened, and slowly, he stood.

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Ahaha... Whoops!! There he goes! Whoopsies!!

Turns out that you can't beat August at her own game.

Tune in next time to witness the carnage.

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(Holy shit I hit the tag limit. Wow.)

[florenceisfalling]

i have so much fun writing anti as such a specific brand of shitty guy that it makes me insane its so sad that i havent been posting writing of him consistently in years and all my old stuff is garbage. you guys would be insane for the shit i exchange with june on discord. my version of anti is so distant from canon in a lot of ways but not in his pathetic, attention whore, mockery-intolerant, "i will kill everyone in this room including myself" bullshit. like he's not scary because he's skilled or has self-control, he's scary because he will literally do whatever the fuck for attention. he will break his own bones and show up at your house sobbing about it. he will relapse and fuck his dealer and send you pictures of his own fresh and oozing cigarette burns alongside a text that says "wish you were here". he will threaten to kill himself and force you to watch. he will gut your boyfriend alive and deliver you a tape of it. he will break into your house while you're gone, cook you food and leave it on the stove with everything else inexplicably untouched. he will start impersonating you online and blackmail you so bad all your family members block your number. he will test every single boundary you give him. or, he will be self-indulgent, and just kidnap you to torture you every day. and he would rather you beat him to a pulp than abandon him or ignore him.

[misc-obeyme]

Cw: threats, torture

Thinking about me threatening lower demons when they annoy me. I do this with my friends all the time, playfully of course (some threats being more threatening than others but you know). Barbatos and diavolo have walked in on this because a lower demon didn't want to do their part of the project.

Didn't even threaten them with the brothers or anything, just threatened him with torture and some other things. Torture methods are my hyper fixation so I know how to torture someone. Threaten them with a bloody angel and see the fear in their eyes. (I need help, I know).

Bows for barb

Oh I dunno, I think a lot of people have a fascination with torture. It's certainly something that's captured the minds of many people throughout history. Not just those who do it, but those who research it or write books about it, etc etc.

Not really a personal interest of mine, lol, but I don't think you need help necessarily. (I mean I don't know, maybe you do? I'm no expert.)

Anyway, I think the lesser demon's reaction is going to depend on your personal take on how regular those demons are. They don't really go into it in the game, so you get to come up with how you think they would deal with such things.

I kinda think the brothers have casually mentioned doing things like eating MC and whatnot before, even if they've never actually done anything along those lines. Which makes me think it might be normal for demons to kind of threaten each other with torture, you know? They're demons, right?

Now if you actually performed such torture techniques, they might start taking your threats more seriously.

I'm always going to be on the Barbatos training humans who are interested in torture idea. So if he hears you threatening torture, I think he'd ask you about it. Kinda like, Oh do you have an interest torture, MC? Especially funny if he asks you casually over tea lol.

Diavolo just kinda shakes his head like come on Barbatos you can't teach the human exchange student torture methods. That would not be appreciated by other humans!

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Hand in Hand (part one)

A Riot Kings AU: When Melchior is betrayed by his men, Wes tries to help him escape. Before long, both men are captured.

@whumptober No. 6: Made to Watch

cw: torture, burning, death threat

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The scream is almost loud enough to blow out the speaker, and it's all Dan can do not to cringe away from it, closing his eyes and covering his ears and pretending it's all a bad dream. Instead, he sits straight-backed in the metal chair, poised like he's attending a meeting in spite of the bruises blooming on his skin, the cuffs locked around his wrists. His face is expressionless, in spite of the man on the screen, bound and shaking.

In spite of being forced to watch the torture of the one person who cared enough to try and save him.

Dan almost flinches at the next scream, as the masked soldier presses the hot iron into Wes's bare chest. There are already a half-dozen similar burns scattered across his ribcage, standing out against pale, sweat-damp skin. Dan tries staring at the dingy wall behind his friend in an effort to avoid looking at his face, avoid seeing the desperation there. But every cry of pain only pulls his eyes back, sharpening the deep ache in his chest.

Swift knows what she's doing. She must've seen the burn scars covering Wes's back, must've known how much this would terrify him. If this is a game, she's already several moves ahead of Dan. His only weapon in this scenario, his only defense against this attack, is indifference.

And it hurts so much to play at indifference. But he knows it will be so much worse for Wes if he doesn't. There's no telling what Swift will do if she learns that this is a weak point.

When he's sure it's been long enough, when he can feel Swift's eyes on him, watching for a reaction, Dan finally speaks.

"Why are you showing me this?" he says, and it takes a considerable amount of effort to flatten his voice, but somehow he manages.

"Oh Mr. Melchior," Swift says in an oversweet voice. "Don't you care for the only man who remains loyal to you?"

"One man is insignificant," Dan replies, staring past the screen. "You've already won, Swift. Answer my question."

She doesn't, a smile playing on her lips as she pushes a button with a gloved hand, leaning forward to speak into the microphone above it. "Kill him."

The words rip through Dan like an electric shock. He can't keep his voice steady as he utters a quiet, "What?"

As the masked man on the screen reaches for his gun, Mercury grins at Dan, not even trying to feign surprise. "What's wrong? Didn't you just say he was insignificant?"

He tries to recover, tries to smear the callous expression back onto his face, but he knows it's too late. "Why waste a bullet on him?"

"Would you rather I have him beaten to death?"

The image is in his head before he can stop it; Wes lying bloody and unmoving on the cold concrete, Wes in agony right up until his last breath. "No."

"So you'll see no issue if--"

"No," Dan says again. On the screen, Wes is looking at the gunman, his executioner, with fearful eyes. His face is streaked with tears, and his mouth is moving with frantic, silent pleas. Like he's begging Dan to save him. Like there's anything Dan can do besides prolong his suffering. The gun is raised, pressed to Wes's forehead, and Dan flinches with him.

"Please don't hurt him." The words spill out, the facade fully broken. "Please. Just tell me what you want."

To his relief, she hits the button again. "Stop. Our guest has reconsidered." The man holsters the gun, and Dan wonders if it's even loaded, or if it's just another part of her game. Either way, Swift has accomplished her goal.

"There's a good man," she says, pulling at the edge of a glove. "I knew you were soft."

"What do you want?" he tries again through gritted teeth, but Swift only laughs.

"Patience, Mr. Melchior. We'll discuss terms once you've become more familiar with the stakes."

The stakes? She's already made those abundantly clear. Do her bidding, or Wes gets hurt. But what is her bidding?

When Swift speaks again, it's not Dan she's addressing, but the guards flanking the door. His own men, or at least they had been until last night.

"Put him in the cell," she orders. "We'll continue this conversation in the morning."

[whump-in-the-closet]

A hero who’s become desperate for revenge, no matter the cost. And a villain to blame everything on.

The villain however is elusive, and the hero’s search always comes to a dead end. The pitched battles have been drawn out for years, and the hero’s need for revenge has intensified, worsened by a feeling of uselessness at being unable to catch one measly villain.

And then they find the Villain’s weak link: their sidekick. Nowhere near as experienced, twice as naive as the villain.

The sidekick disappears and when the villain finally finds them, weeks later, alone in an empty warehouse, there’s relief that’s instantly replaced with panic.

It’s a trap. There’s a knife to the sidekick’s throat.

And the hero? The hero is very happy with this development. They’re determined to make the villain suffer as they once suffered.

And if hurting the sidekick makes the villain scream and beg, then so be it.

[serickswrites]

Or Else

Warnings: restraints, captivity, torture, slap, physical violence, threat of violence, defiant whumpee

"You're going to give me exactly what I want, Whumpee. And I want to know all of Organization's plans." Whumper said as they loomed over Whumpee whom they had bound tightly to the chair.

Whumpee smirked, looking as nonchalant as possible while roped to a folding chair. "Well we both know I'm not going to do that."

"You're going to tell me! Or else!" Whumper said through gritted teeth, their eyes narrowed.

"Or else what? You're going to spend more time with me? That's all you've got, Whumper."

"You'll be sorry," Whumper warned.

Whumpee rolled their eyes. "Give me a break. There's nothing you can do that will make me talk."

Without warning, Whumper backhanded Whumpee hard across the face. Whumpee's head rocked to the side with the force. Fortunately, the chair stayed in place as Whumper had bolted it to the floor hours before. They hadn't wanted Whumpee trying to escape.

Whumpee pouted. "That was uncalled for, Whumper."

Whumper raised a clenched fist. "TELL ME!"

"Make me," Whumpee's eyes glinted with defiance. "There is nothing you can do, Whumper. I will never, ever tell you."

[brienneoftarth1989]

Undercover part 9

Miranda Hilmarson x fem reader

Previous / Next / Series

Summary: You held Miranda hostage for a week. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to hurt her but she had majorly hurt you. The police have been trying to negotiate with you but you’re not having any of it.

Warnings: gangs, violence, implied torture, death

Requests open

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It’s been an entire week since you held Miranda hostage and what a week that has been. Everyday you had to go in and torture the poor woman yourself. You didn’t have the courage to tell your crew that you weren’t torturing her physically.

If they found out they would think you have become weak and you couldn’t let that happen. You hated having to hurt her mentally but she hurt you and she had to learn that she couldn’t get away with that.

The cops haven’t left yet either. They camp out everyday waiting for your next demand. There was no way they were going to get Miranda and if they dare try then she would be dead.

You were honestly starting to get sick and tired of it all. Part of you just wanted to hand yourself in and get this all over with. Deep down you knew that you would be captured anyway so what’s the point in fighting. That’s when you remembered why you were doing this.

Because Miranda broke your fucking heart. She may not realise it but she hurt you and the fact that she was undercover this whole time just made it all ten times worse. You were currently sitting in your office once again. Well it’s not like you could go anywhere.

You were pretty thankful you put a room in your office just in case you did ever need to stay the night. You just didn’t expect to stay a week at a time. You and your crew were starting to become restless. Thankfully you did have plenty of sleeping bags for the crew and you even let some of them share your bedroom and office space.

It was only fair to be honest. They stuck around for you so the right thing to do was to make sure you were around for them. You were currently writing out another list of demands for the cops. It has become a routine now. Every day you would slip the note of demands under the door and by the evening you would have it.

You believe that they are thinking you would give them something back in exchange but the only thing they want is Miranda. But today is going to change. On your list today the only thing that you had on it was more food. At this point you didn’t care what they sent but you needed to feed your crew.

Just as you were finishing up the list you heard a knock on the door. You looked up to see Raphael standing at the door. “What’s up?” You asked him. “Are you ok? I know how much she meant to you” he asked you as he sat down on one of the chairs opposite you.

“Not really but I just have to see this through” you told him as you put down your pen. “I don’t see why you don’t hand her over. It’s not like you have a chance with her now” Raphael told you. That comment really angered you.

“You think I’m keeping her here because I still like her? I’m keeping her here because I want to keep her here. She crossed me. Whatever feelings I did have for her have gone now. Don’t you dare talk to me like that again Raphael. I’m not afraid to treat you like my other victims! Now get the fuck out?” You screamed at him.

Raphael was quick to leave you alone knowing he had just crossed a line. You knew everyone was getting frustrated but you gave them all the opportunities to leave. It’s their choice if they wanted to stay behind with this mess.

The cops would be coming by soon to get your list of demands and you needed them to believe that you were really torturing Miranda. So your grabbed your torture box as well as some makeup and headed down to the white room. On your way down you heard Raphael talking to one of your crew members.

“The boss is in a right mood today. I tried to see how she was doing and she went batshit crazy on me” he told them. Just as they were about to respond they looked up to see you digging around in your torture box. They didn’t want to be part of this especially while you were mad.

Raphael looked confused as the bloke he was talking to walked away but it became obvious when he turned around to see you and a blunt metal object swinging towards him. You whacked him around the head letting his body hit the floor. You couldn’t care if he was dead or not. “Let this be a lesson to you Raphael and anyone else” you shouted.

“I don’t care how close you are to me. If you go behind my back you get what’s coming. I get things are stressful at the moment but I gave you all the opportunity to leave. If I hear anyone else talking shit about me or this gang expect this in your near future” you screamed as you threw the pole next to Raphael’s body which now had a puddle of blood surrounding his head.

You continued to storm off to the white room as everyone just continued to look at you shocked at the scene they had just witnessed. As soon as you got to the door you let yourself in, locking it behind you. You sighed as you took a deep breath and placed everything you had on the floor.

“What was that commotion out there?” Miranda asked, looking very weak from the lack of food and minimal amount of water. “I think I just killed Raphael” you told her with no emotion in your voice. “But that doesn’t matter. I’m not here to talk to you about Raphael, I’m here to get you ready” you told her as you opened up the makeup bag.

“Get me ready for what?” Miranda asked you. “For your video I’m going to send to the police” you told her. “Why?” She asked you as you got the makeup stuff out of the bag and started to make it look like Miranda was covered in bruises.

“Because I need them to think I’m torturing you” you told her quite bluntly. “But you are torturing me y/n” Miranda moaned as she rolled her eyes. “Seriously Miranda I’m not in the mood. You have seen what I do when I torture someone. You have not yet experienced any of that so don’t you dare moan that I’m torturing you” you told her angrily.

How dare she say you were torturing her. Yeah you were torturing her mentally but you have not laid a physical hand on her yet. You finished doing the makeup making her look like she had bruises covering her body. You even went a bit extra and got some fake blood and put it on her face.

With the makeup now sorted there were only a couple of things left to do. You grabbed all of your torture devices and laid them out neatly covering them all in fake blood making it look like they had been used. You then grabbed a burlap sack and placed it on the chair. “Get up and sit on the chair,” you told her. She quickly responded and you immediately started to tie her up.

“Is this all really necessary?” Miranda asked you. “Yeah it is! Now stop asking me so many questions” you told her. You quickly went to set up the camera before placing a couple of signs with large writing behind it. “When I take the sack of your head you will read out what I have written on the signs” you told her as you then covered her head with the sack.

You took out your phone before pressing the record button and placing it on a shelf. You made your way back over to Miranda as you took the gun out of your back pocket. You rested the gun on her head as you looked at the camera before taking a deep breath.

“It’s y/n here, the leader of The Wildlings gang! It’s currently Tuesday the 23rd of January and here under this sack is Constable Miranda Hilmarson who I discovered to be an undercover officer. She has a few words she would like to say to the camera” you smirked.

You pulled the sack off her hand revealing what looked to be a very hurt Miranda. You put the gun straight back to Miranda’s head which seemed to terrify her. You gave her a look to tell her she better start reading or else.

“My name is Constable Miranda Hilmarson. My cover has been blown. I’ve been in a white room since my capture with limited food and water and I’ve been tortured everyday. It has been said if you fail to keep up with the demands being requested I will be killed by the end of the week. If anyone tries to break me out I will be killed. For my safety your best bet is to leave and then maybe y/n will consider releasing me” Miranda said to the camera.

You covered Miranda’s head back up with the sack before walking to the camera and turning it off. With that now sorted you cleaned up the mess you had made before untying Miranda from the chair. You didn’t say anything as you grabbed everything you had entered with before leaving the white room and heading back to your office.

On the way there you noticed that Raphael’s body was no longer there but there was a large puddle of blood. Great, he definitely was dead. Once you got to your office you put everything away before editing the video, cutting off the very beginning and end of the video which showed you turning the camera on and off.

With that now sorted you connect your phone to the laptop before downloading the video onto a usb. You then placed that in a bag and attached it to your demands list. You checked the time and it was just about time for you to hand over your list of demands.

You made your way to the front door before opening it ever so slightly before chucking the note and the usb stick outside. Now it was just a waiting game.

[prof-polaris]

Share a dark thought? (Go on, vent a little)

[Kittsu's blog has been blocked from viewing this post]

im going to kill achlys :)

its not going to be quick. its not going to be gentle

i want him to suffer for what he took from my pack.

i want him to suffer for what he did. for what hes doing.

when all this is over. and we get kittsu back. im pulling the pokemon members of the pack together for a headhunt.

and he will not be able to get away from me. he will not have a chance

distortion hath no wrath like a scorned Chroma.

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 39 - Tortures of Pleasure |Risotto x Reader Extreme Lemon|

Warning: strong language, dirty talk, vibrator torture, BDSM [tied up, light smacking], dom/sub relationship [during sex], humiliation, nasty/rough sex, threats. MA.

Reality was quickly melting away around you, the large vibrator pushing into your clit with more force, rubbing violent circles. You pulled at your restraints weakly, the chains rattling, pulling against your bound wrist and ankles. "Risotto," you cried out, "I can't take it anymore!" You already found yourself wanting to cum, your pussy leaking, dying to be fucked.

Risotto wore a grin on his face, standing completely nude over you. His massive cock stood erect, twitching everytime you spoke to him. With his free hand, he grasped your right breast, roughly pulling at your erect nipple, his other hand continung to stimulate your throbbing clit. "You can take it," he replied, voice demanding. "Look at you now, taking it like a good girl. Doesn't it feel good on your pretty clit?"

"I want you," you whined, pulling a little more aggressively at the chains as the vibrator slipped up your slick clit, moving at a more rapid pace then before. "Hey!" Your body jerked up, a chuckle escaping his lips as he turned the setting on high. "You're being so mean right now!" You fucking loved being teased and used.

A taunting laugh escaped his lips, a deep laugh that sent chills down your spine, your pussy leaking juices, being unable to contain itself. You couldn't take it, your clit painfully throbbing, entire body twitching. It felt so fucking good, the intense throb sending you over the edge. All you wanted was for him to stop, but you also wanted for him to keep going. Being used, being his toy felt so fucking good. You loved it.

Freeing your breast, he roughly smacked the soft piece of flesh. When you opened your mouth to speak, three fingers shoved into your mouth, fingering your throat. Low gags escaped your mouth as his fingers fucked your throat, his smirk turning into a grin that you could only describe as sadistic.

"Look at you," he spoke loudly, voice filled with an overpowering dominance. "You're all mine. I wouldn't have let you say no, I would have found a way to convince you to stay. Convince you that you belong to me. To us." He nodded, referring to the entire team as he twisted and pressed the vibrator, not caring about your silent pleas. "You need to be patient, I'll put my dick inside of my pussy whenever I feel like it. I might deny you tonight."

Hot tears filled your eyes as you attempted to shake your head, your body twitching underneath him, the vibrator causing you an equal amount of torture and pleasure. Fuck - you couldn't take this anymore. You couldn't ask for permission to cum, Risottos large fingers pushing in and out of your throat, making it impossible to talk. You gagged roughly, spit running from the sides of your mouth as you finally exploded, your juices wetting his sheets as you continued to struggle underneath him. Fuck - you loved this so fucking much.

"Aw, so cute," he cooed, licking his lips as he slipped his fingers out of your mouth, slipping them into his own mouth as he moved to the edge of the bed. He gave your left foot a tickle, his fingers lightly tracing against your foot.

A laugh escaped your lips, your face heating up as the vibrator lowered, the black wand pushing into your entrance, forcing its way in. "P-please Risotto," you whined, a pained moaned escaping your lips as the ball of the wand pushed fully inside of you, opening you up nice and wide for him.

"I always knew you were ticklish," he observed, a manic laugh escaping his lips as he worked the vibrator in and out of your hole. "I should leave you tied up all night with this vibrator deep inside of you. It would be such a pretty sight to watch your body twitch all night."

Knowing exactly what he desired, you immediately gave in with your begging, lazily pulling at the chains that bound your wrist. Twitching, you stared at him, his large nude frame casting a shadow over your over stimulated figure. "Please don't," you begged, "please fuck me! I want you inside of - ow!" You stopped talking as he roughly smacked the inside of your thigh, sloppy wet sounds coming from your pussy as he picked up the pace, violently thrusting the wand in and out. In and out. In and out. It was was repeative, you found yourself pulling at the chains with a little more agressision. You were so overstimulated, so overwhelmed with pleasure, tears spilling from your eyes, your vision blurring. "Please!"

"Do you think this is just fucking?" He questioned, voice suddenly growing dark, almost threatening. "I do not fuck you anymore. I make love to you, every sexual thing I do to you is out of a burning love for you! If you want me inside of you, ask correctly or you'll be tied up and left her until the sun rises!" Three swats reigned down on the front of your pussy, the vibrator roughly bouncing back and forth.

Apologetically, you nodded your head, allowing yourself to fully submit to him. "So sorry," you whined, "make love to me, please! Please, I want you inside of me really badly!" The tears continued to stream down your face, eyes pleading up at him, begging for mercy, legs beginning to shake. The wet sounds of your pussy were causing you so much fucking humiliation, your juices continuing to leak out of you, your pussy making obscene noises.

"As you wish," he replied, turning the vibrator off, snatching it out of you, lining his face up immediately with your pussy. Wasting no time, he opened his mouth, knowing exactly what was coming. He knew your body better than you yourself did.

Not being able to hold back, your pussy let out all of it's trapped juices. You squirted all over his face, soaking him and filling his mouth. Shock spread over your face, your mouth hanging open, body lightly twitching as you stared at him. "Risotto!" You gasped out in a panic, eyes growing wide as he licked his lips, falling on top of you in seconds.

"Mine," he growled, face burying in your breasts, coating them with your sticky pleasure that stained his chin. "You taste so fucking good." Without warning, he pushed himself inside of yoy, rapidly pumping in and out, head moving back and forth as he fondled your breasts. "You love me. Fucking say it. Now."

You gasped, his large length shocking your sore entrance, walls immediately tightening around him. "I love you!" You cried out, pussy making loud fart noises mixed in with the wetness. "Oh god," you sobbed, feeling utterly humiliated, not knowing your pussy could make such sick noises.

"That's what I like to hear," he spoke loudly, pumping in and out of you at a lightning speed, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, holding you in place as he pumped his massive cock in and out of your hole. "You're my good girl. I'd kill for you, I'd slaughter millions. I only care about you and the team. All I fucking need. Eternally. You'll never escape."

The sheets beneath you were soaked, the wetness feeling cold against your bare ass, sheets sticking to you. "I'd never leave," you cried. "I love you! I don't know what I'd do without you all!" That statement was the sad truth. It hadn't even been a year yet, and you feel as if you've known these men your entire life. You'd never admit this, but you'd be so lost without them.

"Good." He raised his head, his face dropping to yours, inches away. "You wanna cum all over my cock? You're so.. fucking sexy. Cum for your capo."

Obeying him, your entire body jerked violently as you released again. You slammed your lips into his, giving him a quick, sloppy kiss before pulling away, your head falling onto the pillow. Painfully, your clit throbbed, but the pain felt good, the painful throb making everything much more intense.

With a grin on his lips, he shoved his tongue down your throat, exploring your mouth as he came deep inside of you. Sloppily, he gave five more pumps into your g-spot as he pulled out. He pulled away from your mouth slightly, licking up the saliva that ran down your chin. "Fucking perfect," he growled, "that was fucking perfect."

A relived sigh escaped your lips as he unlocked your wrists from their restrains, your arms weakly falling to your sides. Your pussy painfully throbbed, leaking a mixture of his cum and yours onto the soaked sheets. "You were amazing." You've taken note that all seven of your boyfriends loved being complimented after sex, so you always made sure to do, unless Illuso or Formaggio were fucking you, to which you always gave them silence. Fuck those two. "That was fun." You really, really meant it this time. Being sexually tortured and him having all the control felt amazing, even if you were sore.

"I'm going to keep your ankles tied up for a little longer," he replied, laying down on his side next to you, fingertips softly tracing your stomach, squeezing.

"Stop doing that," you whined, poking out your bottom lip. You were comfortable with your body and how you looked, but you felt a little embarrassed. It was still so hard to get used to all of this attention.

"No," he muttered, sitting up. "I'll touch you wherever because I love every perfect inch of you." He leaned down, placing soft kisses on your stomach. "Maybe I'll tie your wrists back up and kiss all over your naked body a while." His kisses traced down your stomach, kissing the top of your pussy.

You moaned, but you shook your head, knowing that your body wouldn't be able to take it. "I'm sorry, touch me whenever and wherever." This was a side of him that you definitely weren't used to, but you liked it. Seeing this new side of him made you love him even more.

"Good girl," he praised, "but I'm afraid that I'm going to have to still kiss you all over. Lucky for you, I'll let you keep your wrists untied for being so sweet." A laugh escaped his lips as he lowered his head to your clit, peppering your clit with kisses. "Get ready for round two. And three. And four. We're going all night."

🖤🩶🖤🩶🖤

Risottos POV

Risotto had his arms wrapped around your bare waist, your head buried in his chest, soundly sleeping in his arms. You had your legs intertwined with his, your right ankle wrapped around his left one, the other leg thrown around his waist. Your arms were tucked against his chest, resting on his abs.

Loving you had given his life a whole new meaning, giving him something that actually made him happy. These rare opportunities alone with you were moments that he very much loved and treasured. Always have you been something of interest and fascination to him ever since he laid his eyes on you, but that fascination had turned into a love that others may describe as obsessive. You seemed to appreciate the way that he was, accepting him to the fullest.

At first, he had worries of you betraying the team, a feeling that he'd felt with every member in the beginning, aside from Prosciutto. So he followed you, stalking you. One time, he ran into Pesci following you, and multiple times had he caught Melone shamelessly watching you, to which you would always catch him. Never once did you catch Risotto, but he had a feeling that you were aware of him. You were very well behaved, never interacting with strangers and always keeping your head down.

Now, his stalking of you was merely a hobby and a way to get to know you better. He trusted you now just as he trusted all six members of his team. Your performance during work always seemed well, and most importantly, you understood that this was permanent. Never could you break up with them, pack your bags, and leave - you were bound to them eternally, just as they were eternally bound to you. It was nice having someone having a new purpose in life outside of being the best damn capo in Passione. Now, his second purpose in life was to love and protect you, especially given that you deserved it for being such a good girlfriend to him.

Putting a ring on your finger was of urgency to him, but he had a new obstacle stopping him. Before he made you accept a proposal, he wanted for you to at least learn to like Formaggio and Illuso. With Prosciutto, you seemed to be growing a little fond of him, and that was just as good as love. He was patiently waiting for you to start to at least tolerate Formaggio and Illuso. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to wait for too long. He wouldn't pressure you in fears of scaring you off.

Stirring in his arms, your legs unwrapped from his, your head slowly rising from his chest. "Hey," you muttered, a low groan escaping his lips as you buried your head back into his chest.

"Hello, beautiful," he replied back, placing a kiss on the top of your head. Last night was special, he still feels so fucking high off the euphoria of the entire night. Last night bonded the two of you permanently. "How did you sleep? Do you want to sleep in my arms more often?" He had to make more time for you. No, he needed to make more time for you. He fucking craves you so deeply.

"Yes, beautiful," you mumbled, throwing your leg over his waist.

"Just stay in my arms," he told you, his grip around your waist tightening, ignoring the fact that you called him beautiful. "We don't need to get up yet." He just wanted to hold you in his arms a little bit longer. Feel your warmth, your embrace. He's never found himself craving anyone as badly as he craved you.

"I'll make you breakfast later," you replied, voice low. You still sounded exhausted, which was understandable given he fucked your brains out last night. "Bacon n shit. I want to make extra to give Prosciutto."

A satisfied hum escaped his lips. It was a good sign that you were thinking of Prosciutto as well, given your rocky relationship with him. You were a very good little wife already, always cooking for them and cleaning. You were taking care of them, which was something Risotto never told you to do. So quickly, you just fell into the role, as if you were made to be theirs. He'd give you whatever you asked for, as long as it was within reason. You deserved to be treated well by him. He had nothing to worry about.

All his fears washed away last night. Your acceptance and love of him was all he needed to open himself up to you fully. Of course, he was hesitant at first. He was a capo with a lot of secrets, and letting someone into his personal space was risky. He was so fucking glad that you killed those men in front of him on the first night he laid eyes on you. You were a killer, just like him, though he only killed when he was paid to or if was necessary. He'd kill to protect you, with no questions asked. He'd kill any strange man or woman that dared approached you.

"Bacon," you muttered again, arms wrapping around his waist. "You need to stay big and strong, hm? Maybe I should make sausage too, you need your meat."

"For you," he replied, placing another kiss on top of your head. "You don't need to worry about making Prosciutto extras and taking it to his place. You can just invite him over. It would be nice to have breakfast with Prosciutto as well as you." He would like to discuss a new hit with Prosciutto this morning, and he didn't mind if you were present and listening to them discuss business, as long as you didn't try and add something in. All you needed to do was sit back and let the men handle everything, and so far, you have. "Make anything you'd like."

"Okay," you mumbled, "love you. I'll only sleep for a tad bit longer. Just wake me up whenever you want, please."

Risotto glanced over at the clock on his nightstand, it reading 6AM. More than likely, he'd allow you to wake yourself up, not wanting to disturb your sleep. If you slept past 10, then he could just get something from the bakery that was 20 minutes away from his house. He didn't mind if you rested, given that he had never seen you rest. Now that he thinks of it, he never sees you doing anything that would relax you aside from listening to music. Maybe you needed a little vacation, some fun in your life. He'd think about having one of the other men take you somewhere.

Hearing you say that you loved him made the blood rush to his cheeks, a light red blushing across his face that he was thankful that you couldn't see. "I love you too," he whispered, watching as you fell back asleep in his arms.

[dyingstars-if]

Hello! How would the ROs react to someone flirting with the MC in front of them? Both in the crushing stage and in the relationship stage (hoping for a strong reaction from my dear red flag Krios 👀)

hello!!

crushing -

krios: xe’s thought process is pretty feral, but xe would respect mc’s wishes. if you want the person dead, they’re dead. if you want them left alive…krios guesses xe can do that too.

rune: it depends on mc. if they seem okay with it, then so are they. if they seem uncomfortable, they’ll be inserting themself into the conversation and getting between the person and mc before anyone can blink. subtly insults the person as they shield you and give you the chance to make your escape.

ezlyn: their fangs itch and their claws feel as though they’re going to burst through at any moment, but they’re fine. they’re totally okay with what is happening in front of them. they absolutely do not care that someone else is flirting with you.

aren: they are unbothered, and they remain unbothered when the person’s body is discovered in a ditch the next day.

relationship -

krios: someone would have to have a lot of nerve (or more likely, a death wish) to flirt with mc in front of krios, the Monarch of the unseelie kingdom and known possessive bastard. if mc says xe can’t kill them, then krios will make them suffer another way. if they’re a member of the unseelie kingdom, they’ll be stripped of any titles and possessions, thrown to the streets, and never again allowed to step into the same room as xyr beloved. if they’re not, krios will have rumours started about them, and plant evidence of crimes so heinous on them that it gets them thrown under the prison.

rune: they trust you completely, so they remain unbothered if mc isn’t. however, if mc is bothered, then rune isn’t going to hold back. they will air out this persons dirty laundry for everyone to hear. “my Liege, i know you must be distraught at your husband running away with the gardener because he couldn’t bare to spend another moment with a leech like you, but, please, do learn some self control.” sweeps you away to somewhere quiet to check on how you’re doing.

ezlyn: they wrap their arms around mc’s waist and pull them closer as they send the person flirting with them a vicious glare. then a thought would occur to them and they’d school their face into something more pleasant. “ah my Liege, i overheard you talking to my partner about how strong you are, we could use people like you in our armies. perhaps i should put your name forward to our Monarch for conscription?” watches with smug satisfaction at how they pale.

aren: if someone flirted with mc in front of romanced!aren, that person would lose their tongue, and then their hands, and then their eyes, and then finally their life.