#UNISH

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[sapphireshorelines]

Unishe April (1994), dir. Rituparno Ghosh

[primitiveside]

[quintessential-candles]

Ultimate Lucky Student My ass y’all are gon torture this boy

[dykenastasyafilippovna]

2023 goals

sew a little noose inside my jacket

steal an axe from downstairs

find out when the old pawnbroker’s sister wont be home (7pm)

go over there and don’t be noticed

[REDACTED]

escape

give the axe back

hold my bloody sock

[melanchoise]

mm unisher

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Super Strength

Author's Note: Please feel free to imagine whichever spiderman you like best; I myself referred to Toby as Pete and Tom H. as Peter. Also, I do not own the amazing fan art.

Warnings: Restraints, Dom Peter, Rough sex, Squirting, Hands-free ejaculation

I know the cuffs won't hold Peter, that they haven't been the entire half an hour he's been restrained. His spiderman suit pools at his feet, not having a moment to completely take it off. Peter's cheeks are flushed the prettiest mixture between red and pink; his bottom lip a bit swollen from him constantly nipping at it in frustration. The smallest dab of drool dots the corner of his gagged mouth. Poor boy's dick is beyond hard, tip lookin angry as fuck as it leaks like a faucet down his shaft and I can't help but to appreciate the sheer willpower he must be exuding.

Even while I'm whining at my current predicament, I hear the wood arms of the chair protest as my desperate boyfriend leans in closer to the scene in front of him. My hands are tied together at the wrists with web that suspends from the ceiling, keeping my arms extended upward. Speared ontop my other Spider's cock while he lays supine, naked besides my lace thong dangling around my ankle, I hold eye contact with our cuffed lover as I'm fucked within an inch of my life. My juicy brown titties flop and jump unrestrained and I know it drives my men crazy.

"Fuu-huck Pete! Posed ta teeeach em, nooo AH! Not puh-unish meee!" I moan and squeal and he slows his rough raging fucking to a crawl. A firm gripping squeeze on each thigh has me blinking the tears outta my eyes to look down at the man rearranging my insides.

"Sorry sweetheart." Pete starts, not sounding the least bit fuckin sorry.

Peter snorts from behind the makeshift gag, clearly sharing my sentiment. Still he's sweaty and appears disheveled as he watches Pete bury his elongated cock into my soaked fluttering core. The way his eyes dart across my body frantically only to land and stare at the gushing pink of my insides being willingly violated. The chair creaks once more as he unconsciously leans closer again, muscles in his shoulders flexing from the restraint he exhibits.

"If Peter wants proof that you're our pretty little slut that loves to be dicked down using our super strength, I feel... Obligated to show him."

The smile on Pete's face is vicious as looks over at our poor distressed horny ass victim. He's still dipping inside my drippin pussy with casual shallow stokes, creamy wetness trickling down my fat ass cheeks to soak our sheets with every pull out.

"Watch and learn baby boy, she gushes so much when I give her all of it. Love watching her gushy little puss give me what I want. Feel soooo good when she clenches around meee." Pete finishes with a moan as the firm grip on my thighs moves to my curvy hips.

His thrusting speeds to a short quick gratingly deep fuck and I can't help tossing my head back and cry out at the sudden change in pace. The wet smacking of his veined rigid long cock ramming me makes my clit throb harder.

"Ye-eeees, yesyesyes, YES!!" My uncontrollable moaning melody ends in wordless wails as Pete tilts his hips and pounds up into me. It's absolutely clear that my Pete is gone and it's Spiderman here now, fucking me like an animal in heat. He uses his hold on my waist as leverage, forcing me to ride him at his speed. My body slumps just a bit before I become limp; I feel like nothing more than a doll made for his satisfaction; only thing is he wouldn't dream of cumming until after guiding me through my pleasure.

"Fuck, you jus gonna let me- DAMMIT! Jus have you like this? God so gooood, c-can't even bother to put a fight. Too fucked out, tongue hangin out. Fuck, ah ah ahhhhh.." His insidious glee in destroyin me tapers off into thunderous whiny moans.

A drip of drool runs from my tongue down my chin as I bask in utter pleaurable delight. His hands leave my waist, one to flick my pulsating clit firm and fast as the other repeatedly strikes my coffee colored plump cheeks. I can hear my other Peter's breathing get heavier as Pete does the impossible and digs deeper, fucking me so rapidly. The wet smacking sound of our coupling adding to the notion that this only ends after I'm bred. I shake, twist and shriek at the intense orgasm rushing towards me.

A scrape comes from the chair beside the bed as Peter snatches his wrist from the arms of the chair with concerened eyes, cuffs immediately hitting floor with a thud while he simultaneously reaches for the gag and tries to stand. Pete's quicker though and an arm shoots out to web Peter's wrist AND ankles to the chair, all the while still fuckin up into me without losing a beat. An indignant huff leaves Peter but he doesn't resist.

"Don't fret, Spiderman. Uhn, uuuuhn.. Our girl looooves this. Fuuuuuuck, don't you sweetheart?" Pete grits out, groans peppering every other word.

Unyielding slaps replace the stroking on my throbbing little button and I'm a goner. With eyes squeezed shut, and loud stuttering gasps of 'Pete' and 'Peter' my tight little puss clenches hard around the cock trying to pierce my guts. I don't feel the tears streaming down my face as I splash Pete with a dose of gushing cream on the fourth slap to my clit. White specks dot behind my close lids when a particularly forceful stream jets against the lengthy dick in my tummy trying to force him out.

"Shiiiiit, can barely moooove.." Pete's groaning and huffing as the rhythm of his fuckin becomes jerky and off beat.

With eyes blown wide staring at were we connect, his hips make small circles as he tries to stuff his dick in my guts. With a low 'Fuuuuuuuck', Pete hastily pulls his cock out to spray up my tummy, large globs of cum shower my tits only to drip off my sensitive stiff nipples. I feel the warmth of it run down my sweaty torso as I hiccup, trying to catch my breath. The rooms silent besides heavy breathing before Peter speaks up.

"Can some one let me loose?" He asks after spitting out his gag, refusing to make eye contact. His are cheeks more red now than our entire session. Peter wiggles his wrists, emphasizing for one of us to free him. I really take him in, scanning his chiseled chest before landing on his softening dick covered in thick creamy spurts of his cum. He came UNTOUCHED! And there so fucking much of it..

"Help? Hmmm.." I pretend to think about it, lifting Pete's chin to look at our embarrassed boyfriend and he smirks once he notices the cum slowly dripping from Peter's dick to the floor.

"Don't you have super strength too?" I ask with an evil giggle and villainous intent.

[a-crumb-of-whump]

i want carlos to get accidentally triggered into a meltdown in front of ryker's friends :) like a full whimpering and sobbing and incoherent speech meltdown :) i'm sure he'd be absolutely MORTIFIED by that :)

Masterlist

not exactly what was described but i'm happy with it nonetheless :3 lots of fluff

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Carlos wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but here. Sitting at the dining table with five humans and no opportunity to politely excuse himself due to the never-ending conversation they were having. Over time, his throat had begun to restrict and he was sure he could hear the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. He wanted out. He needed out. 

But no one was paying any attention to him. Not even his humans who were seated on either side of him. If he wanted to leave, he had to make the first move. That was a terrifying realisation to make, and one that only increased his feelings of being trapped. He supposed that may have been what tipped him over the edge to begin with. That and the sudden roar of laughter from all five of them. 

It was like someone had flicked a switch within him, and suddenly everything he’d been trying to hold in boiled over. 

“Hey,” Charlie gently called to him. He leaned forward a little in his seat and reached out a hand, presumably trying to get the vampire’s attention. “Carlos, what happened? Can you say something?” 

He couldn’t. Every fibre of his being worked in an attempt to force something out, and yet nothing could make it past his lips. Nothing apart from a small, choked sob that prompted him to grasp at Ryker’s arm so tight that he was sure to leave some bruising. 

The fact that everyone around him was watching only made things worse. He could feel his face heating up and his leg start to bounce anxiously beneath the table, a habit he was sure he picked up from Ryker. 

“‘m sorry,” he rasped, feeling not only Ryker’s, but Adam’s hand rubbing his back comfortingly as he hunched over in his seat to try and make himself feel smaller. He’d always wished he could disappear when things got too much.  “Please be gentle when you pu-unish me. I’m- I’m sorry.” 

Before he knew it, everyone had trickled out of the room and into the living area. Everyone but Ryker, who had adjusted the position of the vampire’s chair so it was facing away from the table and he could kneel between his legs.

“You don’t have to say anything until you’re ready,” he quietly assured him the moment Carlos struggled to wring another apology out of himself. “You’re not getting punished, nor are you in trouble. I’ve had more meltdowns in that very chair you’re sitting in than you can count.” 

Despite himself, he managed a strained laugh. Not loud enough for anybody but the two of them to hear, but enough to know that it was as genuine as it could get. 

“Do you remember that conversation we had about overstimulation?” he asked. Carlos gave him a tentative nod. “Do you think that all the noise and the people may have caused something like that?” 

There was a long pause. Carlos supposed it was his attempt at stalling until he was able to speak again in a way that was coherent. 

He sniffled. “Maybe, but- but it’s never been an issue before.” 

Ryker shrugged. “I don’t think it’s that it wasn’t an issue. I think the problem is that you were living in a constant state of overstimulation, which you’ve now been free from for, what? Almost a month now?” 

“I think so.” 

“So, unfortunately you’re not going to handle it as well as you would have back then.” The human offered him a gentle smile, using his thumb to stroke the palm of his hand as he cupped it in his own. “It’s okay. Totally normal. Good, even. It means you’re getting better at caring for yourself enough to avoid these things. Of course… that doesn’t mean it doesn’t fucking suck.” 

Despite the few involuntary whimpers he let out, Carlos could feel himself beginning to calm down. He would have crushed the human in a hug by now, if it weren’t for the touch of his hands already verging on being too much. Nonetheless, he refused to let go of them. They were safe. They told him someone he loved was within arm’s reach. There was nothing more comforting than that. 

“I’m sorry,” he tried again. “I know you’ve been waiting to see them all week ‘n’ I know I ruined it for you.” 

The moment it all clicked in his head was obvious. “Is that why you assumed I was going to punish you?” he asked, a slight frown on his face that only deepened when Carlos tearily nodded. “But you know that I wouldn’t, right?” 

“Most of the time,” the vampire mumbled. “So-ometimes it becomes a nagging thought in the back of m’head ‘n’ I convince myself that you would. I know it’s irrational and silly and selfish of me to be feeling that way despite how many times you’ve proven that you wouldn’t, but I can’t help it.”

Ryker rolled his eyes. “It’s not selfish. You’ve survived things that I couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Trauma is inevitably going to come as a result, but hey.” His smile suddenly returned, looking as though it was one of amusement more than anything else. “You’re the one who could toss me like I weigh nothing, aren’t you?” 

He let out a gentle laugh the moment Carlos’ eyes blew dramatically wide. The vampire shook his head and reached out a shaking hand to run it through Ryker’s hair, just enough to push it out of his eyes before settling on his shoulder. 

“Never,” he quietly protested. “I couldn’t. Not to you.” 

“Seems like we’re on the same page, then.” 

Carlos glanced down at his lap, where their hands sat intertwined with each other. “I guess we are,” he quietly agreed. “Thank you, sir.”

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[blocky-tides]

pearl-unishment

[thegreatlearning]

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[sapphireshorelines]

Unishe April (1994), dir. Rituparno Ghosh

[firmhcnds]

MUSE.     james logan whitman . 27 . nolan gerard funk fc OPEN TO. any gender, s * bmissive, b * ttom (21+) PREMISE. your muse has been br * tty and difficult and gets p * unished.

                James walked slowly into the room, taking his time as he sipped on his whiskey, and walked past the king size bed and towards the console table, where he set his drink down. The only sound in the room was the lightest buzzing of a slow working v* ibrator, which was good --- they had stopped whining and trashing a while ago. He took stock of the tools he'd left on the table, and picked a r * iding crop, assessing it, before walking back towards the bed. He touched them with the tip of the crop at the ankle, stroking up their leg as he walked closer, all the way to their inner thigh, where he left one quick strike. "How are doing, right now?" He asked, though the other couldn't reply yet, being g* agged. He had them intricately tied to the bed, spread out, and hands above their head, a v* ibrator on the minimum speed was buzzing away at their most sensitive spot, just enough to keep them on edge. Outside the room, downstairs, there could be heard the sounds of an intimate party, talking, laughing, and low music... He was highly aware of their fantasies for such a p* unishment, so this was a two in one deal. "My guests have no idea how pretty you look like this, too bad you've been such a badly behaved pet, or I'd be tempted to make use of you." He reached over and took off their ring g *ag, gently, but left their blindfold on. "Are you ready to apologize?? Be a good pet? Or do you need more time with your thoughts?" As he spoke, he stroked them between the legs with the tip of the crop, teasingly, but he stopped to hear their answer.

[theainthebigworld]

ลองเข้ามาดูสินค้า Unishe ชุดว่ายน้ำผู้หญิง bikini ชุดว่ายน้ําลายดอกไม้ ผูกคอ บิกินี่+เสื้อครอป+กระโปรง ชุดไปทะเล เซ็กซี่ 4ชิ้น ใบบัวขอบ ลดราคา 53% เหลือ ฿165 - ฿175 เท่านั้น! ซื้อได้ในแอป Shopee ตอนนี้เลย! https://s.shopee.co.th/1qIRE4zKYd

[dykenastasyafilippovna]

crime and unishment comedy sequence of razumikhin preparing the best talent show russias ever seen (SPECIAL GUEST: KATERINA IVANOVNA . TALENT: COUGHING UP BLOOD)

[marcys-garbage-bunker00]

Thats the only form ofp unishment too

Charlie is perfectly fine, but as punishment for lying to her, Vaggie now has to tank angel-related puns, and super cheesy "did it hurt?" pick up lines from her

[ambivalence-and-torpor]

You really think Doctor Paraou is that bad? Or is this just you being all hateful and spades-y? From what I have noticed, most of his er... troublesome behaviors have been rather tame as of recent sweeps.. and he gets in trouble for the stuff his clones do? Have they done more than try to ruffle your feathers or do you think that's permitted crime for punishment?

AC: He is exceedingly selfish. Only thinks about himself, doesn't care what consequences his actions might hold. AC: And he's actively hel☥ing people of dubious alignment, and calling it dubious is an understatement. Though... well... I su☥☥ose he has reduced work on his more questionable endeavors recently...

And part of that was probably Anudal's doing no less, though he's not going to say that out loud.

AC: They can't do much outside of being a nuisance to me... and the descendants in my bloodline. Which has lead to several rather awkward encounters...

SIGHS IN FRUSTRATION.

AC: I swear that man doesn't know when to sto☥! He's just too damn eager for ☥unishment!