#handcuffs tw

[selfshippingquotes]

S/I, handcuffing F/O: You're under arrest!

F/O: What? Why?

S/I: You committed thievery by stealing my heart.

S/I: Oh, and you also committed second degree murder.

[whumppmuhw]

Whumptober Day 24: Failed escape

tw: locked inside somewhere, handcuffs, implied interrogation

...

Whumpee knew the house like the back of their hand. What they didn't know was what lay beyond the front door. They had never been outside this entire time and clearly Whumper didn't want them outside; they had put locks on both the inside and outside of the door to keep intruders out and Whumpee in.

Tonight, that was going to change.

It had taken Whumpee months to come up with a plan and figure out how to undo the locks on the door. It wasn't complicated; it had taken so much time because Whumper was around most of the time and when they weren't, Whumpee had to be quiet as a mouse and make sure they weren't caught or they didn't leave any evidence of their plan behind, like a hair pin or scrap of paper with scribbled details.

Whumper had left a half hour ago. Whumpee left a window of time in case Whumper came back for something forgotten, but they didn't. Time to begin.

Whumpee retrieved the screwdriver they had hid and used it to remove the doorknob of their room. They gently nudged the door open and crept out into the hall.

Technically, there was no reason for them to keep silent. Whumper was gone for both the practices and the real thing, and there were no cameras or sound detectors. Whumpee didn't know why, but they felt safer when they were quiet. Maybe it made them feel calm and in control, maybe they were worried someone would hear them. Whatever the reason, Whumpee moved slowly and deliberately and tried not to let anything creak.

They made it to the front door. There were six locks, and Whumpee made quick work of unlocking all of them. Three required lock-picking, one of them a number typed into a keypad that Whumpee had learned after a week of catching fragments of Whumper typing it in and converting it to memory, two were as simple as turning a small knob.

Whumpee breathed a sigh of relief. Everything had been building up to this moment, and now they could escape and get far away from Whumper and the events that had happened here. They didn't know what would happen after now, but anything was better than here.

They turned the doorknob and opened the door, which swung towards them.

Before they could process it, they were shoved to the floor on their stomach, letting out an oof.

"I have to admit, that was impressive."

Whumper.

Whumper was kneeling on top of Whumpee, pulling their hands behind their back and slapping on some handcuffs. Whumpee didn't resist, feeling utterly defeated.

"What- how- you left-"

"I didn't leave. I never do."

Whumpee was in shock, unable to process it. "Why were you there-" They let out a groan as Whumper pressed their knee into their back.

"I can't tell you all my secrets, but you sure can! You're gonna tell me exactly how you prepared to escape, and I'll use that to make sure you never try to leave again!"

Whumpee felt sick, a sense of dread washed over them. They didn't feel lighter when Whumper stood up, and didn't fight back when Whumper pulled them to their feet and led them to the room they used for interrogation.

Freedom was so close, just out the front door, and yet so far.

[villain-hotline]

Satan from obey me! + handcuffs/blindfolds? You can pick which one you like better (or both, hehe)

hi lovey thank you for the request. 

tw;  handcuffs, sadism, dubcon,  blindfolds, dacryphilia,  gender-neutral reader. 

his chuckle was the worst. 

the once sweet sound of his laughter soon became sinister with each passing moment. if only you had planned for this before. if only you hadn’t agreed to this study date.  if only you hadn’t put your most delicate trust in someone so evil.  but you did - and this was the price you paid.  

your wrists ached as you tugged against the cuffs-  the enchanted silver cuffs were impossible to break.  not without his release spell.  

tears stained the blindfold satan tied around your eyes - once again, enchanted with his dark magic.  you struggled, naked body squirming on the bed as you felt the warm release drip down your sex and between your legs. 

“looks like you lasted longer than usual.”  satan smirked.  you felt the bed dip and the warmth of his body covered yours.  he loved the way you looked when you were in pain - the way your face scrunched,  the tears that dripped from your eyes... the bruises that stained your body -  all of it added to his arousal making him crave you in more ways than one... 

“p..please wait..”  you stuttered. 

“aww does my little human need a break?”  he teased.  his fingers raking up your thighs.  your breath hitched as he landed down and whispered in your ear, “too bad- you’re all mine tonight  - to kiss.”  he pressed his lips against your exposed forehead. “to touch.”  his fingers dipped down to your heat once more, “to fuck.”  

that’s when you felt something painfully hard near your entrance.  you trembled,  body moving on its own to pull away from his grip. 

to which he simply chuckled again and snapped his fingers. suddenly you couldn't move. 

[michibiki--arts]

i talked about this on main but dream has too many parallels to the Greek myths around Daedalus so I figured I'd make a fun painting out of it B) tried out a lot more loose paint-y type of stuff for this and i gotta say... looks nice

[mosneakers]

Military Personnel 1: If you try to make any sudden movements it’ll be your last.

Military Personnel 2: Were there any more?

 MP 1: The kid claims it’s just these two. Is that right?

Tycho: It’s just us two.

Military Personnel 2: Great. Do one more sweep to be sure. We can’t trust the word of a criminal. Come on, peaches, get on your feet. We’re taking you kids on a little trip.

[just-horrible-things]

[Image: ink line drawing of a woman in shorts and a tank top sitting up on the edge of a bed, frowning as she discovers that her right hand is handcuffed to the frame of the bed. Caption: 29 - Reluctant Bedrest]

Probably this is Ariadne as a trainee, and probably Jo is responsible for this turn of events. 

[togglepawz-moved]

“please stay handcuffed in the car at all times”

[softpine]

Bentley: They have a right to film matters of public interest. Now keep it moving.

Caroline: Stop grabbing me like that!

Bentley: You’ve already tried running three times. Clearly I can’t trust you to walk by yourself.

Caroline: This is bullshit! When do I get a lawyer? When do I get to call my mom? When are you gonna realize I didn’t do shit! I didn’t --

Bentley: Kid... Legally you can talk all you want, but I strongly suggest you keep your mouth shut right now.