#| frozen hook |

[sinfulmuses]

a demon’s plaything

@concupiscentafterdark | Elsa 

Killian wasn’t sure how long it had been since he’d been taken by the demon witch. The settlement had been overrun, and she’d taken him. Tormented him in countless ways. He could feel his body succumbing, even his mind, no matter how much he struggled to fight against it. Slowly but surely, with each passing day (and it was getting harder to tell the days apart at times, too), Killian Jones could feel himself grow weaker. Grow less resistant to the demon witch. His struggles were becoming harder to bring forth, and there were times when he questioned if it wouldn’t be easier to just give in, to accept this--before he’d stop his thoughts right then, right there, and summon his willpower again to fight. 

He shifted on the floor, hearing footsteps coming down the hall, and Killian knew the demon witch was coming. Was on her way to him. His heart pounded a little in his chest, and it was like a chill settled in the air. A chill that seemed to follow the demon wherever she went. Then the door opened, and he lifted his gaze to meet hers, the chains he was bound in at the moment clinking with his movements. 

[sinfulmuses]

“Bend over and spread your legs for your master.” (Killian for any OUaT Female)

darker extremely naughty starters | @mishmxshmush

Elsa wasn’t used to being bossed around; she was a queen, after all. And yet, there was something about Killian Jones that had her doing this. Something about this pirate captain–of all people–that had her succumbing and submitting and doing all sorts of things Elsa never thought she’d do. Why, she still wasn’t sure, but she no longer really questioned the way he made her body sing; it was too intoxicating to resist. So when he came in and ordered that, all Elsa did was raise an eyebrow, as if she was going to challenge him, before she turned around to bend over the table. “And if I’d refused?” she asked, inching her legs a little further apart.