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hunajan · 7 months
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Blindfolded
Dabi x F!Reader SMUT
WARNINGS: +18 MINORS DNI! Smut, established relationship, reader is blindfolded, reader is chained to the bed, condescension, oral sex (m.receiving), hair pulling, manhandling, penetration, rough sex, cream pie
DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi
Word count: 1.5k
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Your wrists are cuffed, restraining your movability. But the chain is long enough for your hands to support your figure that’s lying sideways. 
“Open up,“ you hear Dabi’s husky voice command. Condescending, but you know he’s wearing that smug smirk. His tone can be forcing at times, but nothing compares to the honey-covered praises you get when you obey. 
You part your lips, not knowing whether he’s gonna shove his dick or a few fingers down your throat as the blindfold steals away your sight.
“That’s a good girl,” he grins. The chain clatters as you cringe, tasting the skin of his two fingers.
He moves them in and out of your mouth. Lecherous squelching sounds escape your throat as he’s prepping you to suck his cock.
“Yeah..“ he mumbles, aroused. His clothed erection pressing against the fabric of his pants, needing friction. Delicious friction, warm and wet and most importantly, obedient.
Dabi takes his fingers from your mouth and you whimper, panting a little from being out of breath. 
That smirk is playing on his lips for your helpless state. You can’t predict much with your sight taken away. However, your ears were sharp to detect the sound of his belt jingling. 
You hear a small thump as his pants fall to his ankles. His demanding hand grasps the back of your neck. Your breaths become ragged as your heart beats fast.
Suddenly you feel a gentle smack of his cock against your glossy lips. He’s dragging the tip along your lower lip and you open your mouth wider.
Your obedience arouses Dabi, his smirk widening and showing his canines. He keeps smacking your lips with his cock, teasing himself. His chest heaving as he feels your warm breath fanning on his cock. 
“Fuck yeah..“ he mutters, gently guiding his cock inside your warm and wet mouth. 
You whine as he thrusts in and out of your mouth, groaning at the way your lips wrap around his length. 
His hand is still firm on your neck. But now you feel the fingers of his other hand on your hair, grasping a chunk of it. 
You whimper, needing more air. Your hands try to move to his thighs to make him go easier on you, but the clattering of the chain reminds you of its presence.
Dabi chuckles breathlessly. He’s not cruel as he pulls out, getting more excited to see you gasp for air. He grasps the base of his cock, gently smacking your cheek and you take him in your mouth again without any hesitation.
Your position is rather difficult, but you still bob your head back and forth to meet the roll of his hips. 
“Nghh, that’s right baby.. suck my fucking cock,“ he leans his head back in pleasure.
His groans are like a charm that makes your pussy wet. Your walls burning from pure need to get him inside of you. 
Dabi notices you try to squeeze your thighs together, desperate to get some pleasure for your neglected clit. He sneers, grin tugging his lips. 
“Oh baby girl, need me to fuck you that bad?“ he asks, still fucking your mouth. 
A pathetic whimper is all you can emit in your current state, which makes him chuckle again. After a few seconds, Dabi pulls himself out of your mouth. 
You’re panting, out of breath. But suddenly you feel his hand on your thigh and another one on your neck. Understanding the position he wants you in, you get on your belly. 
There’s a small creak and the bed dips as he places his weight on it, setting himself on his knees between your parted legs. A horny grin on his stapled features, he strokes his cock for the utterly exciting sight. 
“Lift your ass up, baby. Show me your fucking holes,“ he commands, his tone hasty and aroused. 
You arch your back and bend your knees a little, showing him where he can shove his dick. His mouth is watering from the way your pussy was dripping, inviting him to fuck you. 
You feel him move and lean over your smaller figure. A moan passes your lips as he drags his cock along your two holes. Suddenly his hot breath is fanning against the shell of your ear. 
“Which one do you think I’ll be using tonight..?“ He asks, voice deep and seductive with a hint of derision. 
You whimper in response, not getting any time to think as he sinks the tip inside your pussy, your walls allowing him with ease. 
Your moan is long and sultry, like a bitch in heat. Your breaths are like small whines as you feel him softly bite your ear. 
“Nngh.. Nice and tight as always..” he groans, adjusting his position.
You feel overwhelmed, full, Moaning loudly as pleasure consumes your body. Your fingers curl, digging into the sheets. His hand covers your mouth suddenly, muffling another moan that was about to slip out.
“Sshh, baby. You’ll wake everyone up,” his husky voice whispers in your ear. But then he gives a rather powerful thrust, making you cry out in his hand. Almost like wanting you to scream to let everyone know that his dick was currently inside you. 
Another toothy grin tugs at staples of his face as he begins a steady pace. He places his other hand on the back of your head and fucks you hard, muffling every lovely moan that tries to come out of your mouth. 
Dabi grits his teeth, groaning how your tight, warm walls were pleasuring him. His balls smack against your wet dripping pussy. 
It’s an obscene sight, really. You’re trapped under his much bigger form, unable to do a thing as he takes you like an animal. Uses you like you’re no good for anything else. 
But you’re getting more wet at the way Dabi is handling your body. As if you were his property, his toy. Your pussy was his to fuck whenever he wanted. 
Squelching sounds fill the bedroom and with each thrust, your slick drips from your hole. He slams his hips against you harder, forcing louder moans to scrape your throat. 
Dabi could feel his balls tightening in approaching orgasm. Your walls clenching around his length, driving him towards his bliss. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
“Fuck– I’m gonna cum inside you baby, okay?” He huffs in your ear and you respond with a muffled whine.
He rams his cock inside you so hard and fast that your moans become choked cries. There’s no anticipating how hard your own orgasm hits you as you cream all over his cock. Pleasure shocks your body, your pussy pulsating around him and milking him straight to his bliss.
A loud groan escapes through his gritted teeth as his muscles tense up. His hips stutter, pleasure blurring his vision as he empties himself inside your sore pussy. White ropes of hot cum staining your used walls. 
Dabi catches his breath for a brief moment, making sure not to collapse on top of your fragile figure. He gets off of you and uncuffs your wrists. Your body is numb as he takes the blindfold off. 
You’re still catching your breath. Your moves are a little troublesome as you turn yourself over. Dabi places his hand on your hip, helping you on your back and the sight of you just makes his heart flutter. 
Your hands are placed beside your head as you pant. Your chest is still heaving a little. Your skin is glimmering from sweat and your eyes are closed, making you look peaceful.
It’s a sight he engraves in his mind for this will be a memory he never wants to forget. A warmth blossoms in his chest, knowing how lucky he is to be with you. As you open your hazy eyes, he smiles and places his hand on your cheek. 
“Hi there.”
“Hi,” you smile happily. 
“Are you alright?”
“Mhmmh.. I’m fine.”
“Good..” He kisses your forehead and moves to grab a small towel from the nightstand. He’s gentle when he cleans the mixture of his cum and your slick between your legs. Tossing the cloth somewhere on the floor, he focuses his attention back to you.
Your eyes are closed again, but as he places his hand on your cheek again you open them. You meet the enchanting blue of his heavily-lidded eyes that look down at you with deep love. 
“Do you need me to get you anything?” He asks, but you gently shake your head.
“If you could just hold me now,” you plead and he smiles. 
“Of course.“
He wraps his arms around your tired figure and brings you close to his chest. Your breaths are warm against his scarred skin as you soon drift away. 
Dabi kisses the top of your head and falls into a slumber not long after. 
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serickswrites · 6 months
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These Days
Warnings: kidnapping, restraints, blindfold
Caretaker had collapsed at their desk, exhausted from the countless hours spent looking for Whumpee. They would not rest until Whumpee was found. Could not rest.
Because Whumper kidnapping Whumpee had been all their fault. And they couldn't live with themself if something happened to Whumpee.
Caretaker was almost too exhausted to move. Their eyes burned with each blink. Their body ached with each movement. They needed to sleep, but couldn't stomach the idea of laying still and doing nothing in the hunt for Whumpee.
But they could sit for a few moments at their desk and go through their mail. That they could do.
Caretaker put a couple of bills aside as a "later" problem. They shredded the junk mail. All that left was a small envelope. Nothing remarkable about it other than their was no return address.
Caretaker's mouth went dry as they opened the letter and several polaroid pictures tumbled out. "Whumpee," they whispered as they stared down at the pictures in their hands.
Whumpee was blindfolded and tied to a chair in each photo, their face pinched with fear. A knife flashed closer and closer to Whumpee's throat as the photos progressed. The last one, a photo with a knife pressed flush against Whumpee's throat though no blood had been drawn, had writing on the back.
"Tick tock, Caretaker. How long do you think it will take for them to bleed out? How long will you mourn them? Come find us and we can find out together."
Caretaker jumped up at Whumper's words. They didn't have time to sit here. They had to find Whumpee. Had to stop Whumper. There was no time to lose.
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getoswhore · 2 years
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thinking nasty thoughts about yelena
imagine you’ve been a brat to her so she decides to punish you by tying you up, blindfolding, and stuffing you full of vibrators. you can’t see her so you don’t even know if she’s still in the room or not. until she gives you feather light touches and then disappears again only to be sitting by your side reading a book or finishing work that you originally distracted her from while you’re screaming and moaning for her not to leave you alone and to come back :((
☰ ft : yelena x f! reader
cw/tw : dom! yelena, brat! reader, overstimulation, mind break, blindfolds, restraints, usage of vibrators.
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“yelena.. p-please..” quick twist and sharp turns, your wrist numb slightly at the bite of the thick ropes digging into your skin.
“please, just touch me one more time.” your voice draws out shakily–breathless–gasping for air as the bulbed vibrator stuffed in your poor little weeping cunt juggles and buzzes deep in your gummy walls.
back hunching, practically lifting from the bed, your stomach toils at the feel, “yelena, please.. let me know your there, just touch me again, please.” you sound so mindless and pathetic beside her.
blissfully unaware of her presence sitting beyond close to you; long legs crossed, back straight and eyes focusing on the words detailed in her book, yet ears and brain buzzing at the moans you gasp out heavenly. she listens to your voice as music as she reads, and the begging cries ringing at her ears is a treat.
but the desperate attempt you pliant to wiggle around, legs trying to snap shut for feeling your tummy churn with elation all again, a cruel hand grasps them open, forcing you to take the punishment you deserve. she sighs breaking focus as the cold wisps of her hand makes you jolt, but quickly yields you into her touch..
though, you could only get so far, feeling the smooth pads of her fingers glide away from you the second you try to lean into her.
“oh! yelena, please!” you cry out.
and you only get silence.
almost a mockery of a cruel joke she was playing, knowing you were keen for her touch, knowing she brings you closer to your highs than these brutal toys. and that's exactly what yelena wants to see you beg for till she thinks you've been good enough to finally be treated..
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the-links-we-share · 4 months
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emmaloo21butwriting · 10 months
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Yandere Peter Pettigrew
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“I say you let me go and I don’t do anything,” Y/n said.
“Not how it works darling,” Peter chuckled, “I found you, I get you. I do whatever I want to you.”
“Peter?” She muttered, “It sounds like you.”
Her blindfold seemed to be useless now, the ropes still held her back.
“Let go of me! Why would you tie me up like this!?”
“Oh, I didn’t tie you up like this,” Peter undid her blindfold, she blinked at him, adjusting to the light.
“Then who did?” She whined.
“someone else you might know, a black perhaps..”
“Regulus?”
“Well, I would never do that to you! I love you too much!” He hugged her, kissing her face all over.
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animepopheart · 2 years
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★ 【夏場】 「 パワー 」 ☆ ⊳ power // chainsaw man ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter
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purple-heart-x · 2 years
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Slice
Hello and welcome to pain! 
This was inspired by this post, requested by @kira-the-whump-enthusiast. The prompts were sleep deprivation and vivisection. Enjoy! (requests are still open! comment or ask if you’d like me to write any of the given prompts.)
Trigger Warnings: Vivisection, sleep deprivation, shock collar, restraints, constant blindfolding, anonymous whumper/unknown whumper, drugging (nonconsensual of course), needles, pills, loss of voice.
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He laid on his side, despite how the wound ached and searing pain rushed to his head. He was facing the wall, hoping to appear asleep. Hoping that would delay more pain a little longer. Tears streamed from the corner of his eyes, down his nose and to the gritty concrete beneath him. Each heaving breath seemed like a chore, excruciating, but he breathed through the tears.
He didn't dare let himself sob. He didn't know what noise would come out, but he knew when he let it, he'd never be able to stop. He was tired, so tired. Laying down like this, he just wanted to give in and--
He held his breath as footsteps approached, taking a shaky breath when they passed his cell. Hiccupping, he sniffled as the pain sliced just as the scalpel had hours and hours before. Slicing through his skin cruelly. Without hesitation. Paying no mind to his screams from behind the cloth stuffed roughly between his jaws. He began to cry silently, eyes stinging as he covered his face with his hands. Briefly he remembered the shadowy shape of a hand approaching, muddled by the cloth bound tightly over his eyes. Had he even the slightest chance he would have pled for mercy, please, anything but this. He felt himself drifting off for just a minute before jolting, shaking violently until the collar mercifully stopped dispensing its shocks to his body. His breath hitched and he began to cry again. Exhaustion clouded his mind like smoke in a building. How long had it been? Days? He could never tell with how often he was blindfolded. He never even knew why he couldn't sleep. The guards slapped him without comment and the collar shocked him without thought or feeling. Gagging, he tried to drag his mind away. Involuntarily, it began to replay the sensation of the man's hands digging inside him, rifling through his organs like it was just another drawer of junk. His heart felt separate from him, beating too fast and too slow and too hard and not at all, all at the same time. He had desperately tried to thrash, but the bitter pills had left him open and helpless, feeling everything yet doing nothing. He remembered, briefly, his mother reading him stories. Telling him of people years and years ago in lands far away that used to weep just as bitterly as he was now, tearing at their clothes. He remembered asking why they did that. His tiny, innocent voice telling her it didn't make sense to ruin their clothes because they were sad. His mother's kind eyes-- he barely remembered them, or her, anymore-- looked down at him with love. That was the only thing he remembered about her. She was gentle and loving and kind. "Sometimes when a person is very, very sad, they can't contain it inside and they have to let it out," she had explained. "Their grief... is like sadness that aches over and over and over." He hadn't understood then, but he understood now. Oh, how he understood. Involuntarily, his nails dug into the thin shirt that hung loose around his shoulders, and with one final shaky breath he finally stopped trying to stop himself from crying. He just wanted to go home, to be safe in his mother’s arms once more. He managed one desperate sob as keys inserted themselves into the lock on the metal grates of his cell. The guard stepped in, avoiding his eyes. And true to his earlier thoughts, once he cried he was unable to stop, wailing screams piercing the walls as he was blindfolded, then half-carried, half-dragged through the tunnels and up the stairs, barely managing to kick out and wriggle in the guard's tight grip. Placed on a metal table once more. Only then could he catch his breath, feeling his fingers trembling under the tight restraints over both of his arms and wrists. His breath caught when a small ribbon of cold metal pressed itself onto him once more. He opened his mouth to scream, and was gagged yet again. He wasn't foolish this time. He fought the restraints harder than he had ever done before, ripping through his clothes, through his skin, through his nails, anything to try and escape. Shaky arms and legs trying to drag his body up and away from this nightmare. A needle shoved itself into his arm despite his wild thrashing, and gradually, his shrieks and cries devolved into moans and whimpers. Hazily, he could make out the silhouette of his anonymous torture, watching him. The cold metal once more laid itself casually on his chest. He shuddered, and the man took it as a cue to start. The man didn't stop cutting and shocking until the last strains of his voice were gone. And yet there he lay, powerless, in agony, and torturously awake.
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moodboard-creator · 4 months
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a moodboard for the lovely and talented @blood-blindfolds-and-butterflies
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itsleelove · 2 years
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Continued from here
CW: Suicidal character (brief), panic attack, murder mention, blindfold
Angel waited until they heard the door close before carefully— slowly— opening their eyes. They wouldn't be tricked by Echo, no matter how genuine they seemed.
They were alone.
With a shaky sigh, Angel sank to their knees. They weren't sure how long they had been with Calder, but it had been at least a couple of months.
The room they were in was too bright for their eyes, even though no lights were on. They adjusted slowly, squinting until they could look around without getting a headache.
In the room, there was a bed, a dresser with a lamp, and three doors. One door led out to the hall, but the other two were probably a closet and the bathroom.
Angel opened one of the doors.
They fell to the flor with a scream of alarm, covering their eyes quickly.
"Angel??" Echo's voice came from outside the room. "Angel are you okay?? I'm coming in."
Angel heard the door open and flinched as Echo placed a hand on their shoulder. "I-I saw someone— Who... Who's in here?"
"Angel..." Echo sounded confused. "Angel, you and I are the only people in the house."
"No. No I saw someone." Angel insisted, pointing vaguely in the direction they had seen the person.
Echo let go of their shoulder and when they spoke their voice had moved. "Angel, you opened the door to the bathroom. There's a mirror in there. You saw yourself."
"Oh..." Angel let out a tense breath, tears suddenly rising to their eyes. "I... I-I didn't recognize myself..."
Echo helped Angel to stand. "It's okay. Are you alright now?"
Angel nodded, then stopped. "E... Echo..? Can I... do you have something I can use as a blindfold..?"
"... I can look and see what I can find."
"Thank you..."
When Echo left again, Angel went to look in the mirror. Their own face still looked unfamiliar. Angel could feel their heart reaching in their chest as they made eye contact with their reflection. Nothing happened.
So it really was them.
Angel's hair was long and tangled. Their features were gaunt. They were in dire need of a shower.
They lost track of how long they stared at themself until they heard a knock.
"Come in!" Angel closed their eyes, gripping the edge of the sink.
"Angel. I found something you can use as a blindfold. It's sleep mask if that's okay."
Angel nodded and Echo slid it on over Angel's face. Angel touched the fabric before relaxing. "Thank you..." They breathed.
"Don't worry about it. Can we talk for a minute? Come sit down." Echo led Angel to sit on the bed and Echo knelt in front of them. "You don't want to open your eyes because you're afraid that Calder will kill whoever you bond to, right?"
Angel nodded.
"Well... since you told me, I've been thinking... What if you bonded with me..?"
"No—" Angel had to bite their tongue to keep from saying anything else. They had expected this. Echo just wanted to use them too.
"Just— Angel, just listen, okay? You can't go on living your life with your eyes closed."
"I know. That's why I don't want to keep living it at all!"
"Stop, please just hear me out. I know this sounds really suspicious— especially because I'm Calder's sibling— but I'm not trying to trick you or use you or anything. I'm trying to find a solution. Calder won't kill me. We may not have much of a relationship, but we're still related and I think that means something to them. I'm not saying take off the blindfold right now— I'm just... I'm just asking you to think about it. Okay?"
Angel gave a tense nod. They wouldn't.
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krazyforkicks · 1 year
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CW: Pet whump kinda(?), implied starvation, blindfolded, stitches mention, kidnapped whumpee, losing hope
Shaking with fear and cold, the small emaciated figure of the pet curled into the back corner of their prison, shutting their eyes tightly as they heard footsteps approaching. The pet had never seen the face of their master. The only time they had dared to attempt a look, their master was wearing a mask and had seen their eyes. The pet had never regretted a glance that badly.
When the pet's master entered the prison, they immediately moved to affix a blindfold over the pet's eyes.
"W-wait— please— I-I won't look— I pro-promise— ple—" The pet was interrupted.
"Unless you want your mouth stitched closed again, I suggest you silence yourself."
The pet shut their mouth tightly, suddenly trying to make even their breathing imperceptible.
For a moment, there was silence as the pet's master worked at binding the pet. "Did you know they're talking about you on the news?"
Of course the pet didn't know that. How could they have?
"Everyone is looking for you. Your ex is the main suspect right now. Most people believe they did something to you. No one expects to find you alive."
The pet felt their heart sink and their stomach twist. Their ex wouldn't do anything to them. They hoped that the police would clear them and move on with the investigation.
"No one is even considering the possibility that you were abducted by a stranger."
At this, the pet found it difficult to maintain any veil of composure. No one was even considering what had truly happened to them? They would never be found— never get to leave this place alive— never see their family and friends again. Despite their efforts to remain silent, a half strangled sort of sob made its way out of the pet's mouth.
Their master paused in their work for a moment. "... I thought I told you to be quiet."
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Some quick drawings for the EYE!Phone4 AU!
I gave him a blindfold cuz, I was thinking that, given how cracked glass is more likely to break than non-cracked glass, he would want to keep that area better protected as to not have the crack spread further. Plus, he’s probably self-conscious about his eyes and a blindfold would hide them. Also, it’s sort of like how irl blind people sometimes wear sunglasses, but since he associates sunglasses with Meeple, he chose a blindfold instead.
(Also, also I think it looks cool)
For @xolborsaysstuff​! I love their AU and I wanted to draw something for it :D
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undersero · 2 years
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Ughhhh I love him so much😩😩����
Don't even get me started with that damn tie of his. He could blind fold me or tie my hands together. I would not care...but like imagine him make you keep eye contact and you keep looking away so he says "fine, if you don't want to look, let's just use this" and grabs the tie an puts it over your eyes...they edges the shit out of you.....
😩😩😩😩 I'm not sorry for how horny I am for this man
I feel like the blindfolding then makes you HAVE to really be in the moment and feel it because you’ve lost that sense. So you’re looking away from him and trying to hide from his gaze? But then you have NO CHOICE but to absorb it and yes he does edge the shit out of you because he loves when you squirm and beg and get all whiney.
He takes care of you tho of course. Always does!
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cassieloveswhump · 10 days
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Blindfold your whumpees.
Tie their hands together over their head, and put those bindings onto a hook dangling from the roof so that their hands are secured above their head and they can't move away, then blindfold them. Leave them there until they're so tired they'd fall asleep if they could, then beat them up. Punch them in the stomach, and watch them be unable to curl up to protect themself, or use a crowbar if you want more force. Watch them work themself into a panic trying to anticipate and brace for the next blow, then strike at where they're most vulnerable. Rinse and repeat until satisfied.
Bonus marks if whumpee's arms are secured in a way that forces them to stand on their tiptoes in order to relieve the weight pulling on their shoulders, and with every blow they take they lose their balance and have to frantically resume their tiptoe position before their shoulder gets dislocated.
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one-piece-aus · 5 months
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just read your whumtober 2022 day 28 (the katakuri x reader one where reader get kidnapped and sold off) and i was just wondering if u have a part 2 for it ? if not, could u please make one😭😭😭 it’s fine if u don’t wanna xx
have a good day/night!!
Ahoy! Once again, thank you for coming to the askbox to request for part 2. Hope you don't mind me using it for Whumptober, heh. I might've rushed finishing it since I got stuck and I'm falling behind on the days so if you want another part, lmk
You can read part 1 here
Whumptober Day 18
Katakuri x Reader
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"Who knew the Charlottles had pretty women on their crew," One of your buyers laughed.
"Maybe you were just paying attention to their men," you smirked, looking at the person despite the blindfold covering your eyes.
"Why you-"
"Enough Tamaki." Sounds like their boss took control of the room, hard to ignore since he had a booming voice. "You need to get back to cleaning the deck."
"Awww, but I thought we bought her for a little fun."
"We are to deliver her to Doflamingo, if his plan succeeds, the government will reward him handsomely, in turn, we'll be rewarded by him for contributing."
"Doflamingo?" You knew of the Heavenly Demon Warlord, his unmerciful wrath toward anyone outside Dressrosa. He'd be a threat if he didn't keep to himself in his lavish country. "That birdbrain, he's all squawk and no dive," you said in a bored tone.
"Why is she still talking?"
"She kept eating the tape boss."
You heard the boss sigh before footsteps were followed out of the room. Silence is the only thing that stays with you in the room, allowing your mind to settle in the horror of what their boss said.
They were taking you to Doflamingo for a plan. A plan where if he succeeds the government is going to reward him, but he's already a Warlord with his own island, what would he do to get more out of... Is he... Is he planning to take out the entire Big Mom Pirates?
You wiggle your way around, trying lift the blindfold from your eyes when something impacted the ship and sent you crashing against the bars. The bars felt warm and gooey, strange, and now your head felt light before it hits against the hard floor.
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"[Y/n]!" Katakuri called for you after entering the cell hall. 
He rushed past the cells, briefly scanning each one for you, and he almost skipped over the one you were in. Haulting in his tracks, he looked into the cell and saw you laying sideways on the ground, your back to him. Relief washed over him and he grabbed onto the bars to move it out of his way when he noticed the bars were a little sticky.
He glanced at the bars, seeing blood on one. His eyes trailed over to you, a small patch of damp hair on the back of head. Fear threw Katakuri's relief out the window, he yanked the cell wall out of its place and tossed it to the side. Kneeling down, he slid you into his arms bridal style and rushed back to the crew he came with.
"Please, stay with me, [Y/n]."
Tag: (The ones who asked for part 2 in comments of the last part) @aceduchessdragoness @ijadedoll @devikaary
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ensikerralla · 2 months
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a redraw of Hugo Simberg's The Wounded Angel
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befuddled-calico-whump · 11 months
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Riot Kings, page 138
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