#cw: blindfolds
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Okay lemme just
I have jjk brainrot and lemme just try to categorise my thoughts instead of letting them go !!!!!!!!
GOJO:
-Special grade teaser, this man will have you begging and edging you till you're crying
-def into letting you wear his blindfold, bonus if you're tied up
GETO
Pet play, corruption kink, need i go on- also if going with bottom Geto, def whimpers if you tug on his hair
MEGUMI
Purely basing this on an rp i had with a friend- lactation kink. Absolutely down for 3 somes with his SO + Yuji, we stan a bi king
SUKUNA
Blood kink, marking, anyway he can show off that you're his. Prolly bites you on the darn daily
MAHITO (making this extra long for you <3)
Hear me out- virgin but freaky AF
Watersports, spit, blood, cum, he's down for anything
Def has fantasies about carving his name into his fav human toy (you <3) preferably on the chest for all to see
Wil push you to your limits, prolly sucks at aftercare but can be bribed ibto beibg the best with it jn return for some new games and toys *nudge nudge wink wink*
Bonus-
Geeting double penetrated by Mahito and Foul Legacy Taru <3
IM LISTENING IM HEARING U OUT IM BRAINROTTING WITH U!! i’m crafting up a silly au where everyone lives and no one suffers and everyone gets to be happy and go to uni together and and and… so given that, i’m writing gumi n junpei as over 18!! crazy to think about but in canon time im younger than all of them… fucked up how time works huh… ANYWAYS…
includes: this is just general headcanons building off what you said my dearest + adding a couple of my own thoughts!! has Gojo, Geto, Megumi, Sukuna, Mahito, and Junpei bc he is so special to me <3 i am one of 3 Junpei kinnies on this planet i swear…
i’m not a major Gojo fucker, if anything we have hate sex that is fuelled by pent up arousal and being big time touch starved… but the idea of him using his blindfold on you?? oh dear oh my… it’s both a big step in trust and vulnerability. given that he finds not having his eyes covered to be immensely overwhelming, i imagine there’d be a strong bond between him and his partner to do this. he’s used to seeing you through the way he detects energy, it’s second nature to him, but he’ll never quite get over what it’s like to actually see you with his real eyes. his fingertips are shaking and he can’t seem to look at anything other than your face twisted in pleasure as he denies you your nth release of the day; it’s a carnal satisfaction. he tends to be very mouthy and loud whenever you’re going at it but with you splayed out in front of him like this, your body shielded by absolutely nothing, he’s rather quiet as he takes in every inch of you. it’s a form of depraved worship, in a way, that he feels so compelled to hardly even breathe to appreciate you and only you as much as he possibly can.
i’d be a liar if i said i wasn’t terribly down bad for Geto. long-haired men get me good and he’s no exception… he’s 100% into pet play and corruption you hit the nail on the head!! it’s half a control thing and half a desire to please, he doesn’t feel a lot of power over his life and being able to get some of that from what you two do together his cathartic. he’s partial to cat girls, having a little kitty for him to play with and to kneel at his feet brings him satisfaction like nothing else. Geto is also the best at aftercare!! he’s very tender in how he treats you, already having a nice warm bath and a glass of water ready… anything you need, just ask, he’d give the world to stay by your side as long as he possibly can.
prior to this ask, i’d never actually thought of Megumi before… but, hear me out, going off of his thing of sharing you with Yuji, i think he’s into being cucked. i’m sorry to be the one to say it but to my core i believe this is true and canon… when it’s just the two of you, Gumi has the tendency to get a bit nervous and lost at times so seeing someone he trusts so deeply take the reigns and really work to make you feel good without hesitation gets him going. sometimes he does get a bit jealous of the way Yuji palms at your tits or the way he gets you to squeal so loud but ultimately he knows you’re his. even if Yuji offered to snag you away, you wouldn’t accept because Gumi is the one you want (reassure him from time to time though). plus, after watching so many times, he gains a better grasp on what to do!! i think he also likes letting Yuji instruct him on just how to fuck you proper. <3
Sukuna… you are a man of many wonders and arms. he is absolutely the biggest biter of them all!! will use his normal mouth most of the time but really enjoys using his stomach mouth to nip at your ass when he’s plowing you from behind as the way you yelp in surprise never fails to get him going. he loves that having four arms means he can keep your hips still, choke you, and grope at whatever skin he wants all at the same time; there’s never a part of your body that goes missed. despite his claims of not caring about humans, there’s nothing that he loves more than having you dangle off his arm and getting to touch you in a way nobody else ever could. also, two cocks absolutely. prepare yourself to be stuffed full, he’s partial to having them both balls deep in your pussy.
FREAKY VIRGIN MAHITO IS REAL!! he’s all about experimenting so there’s really nothing he wouldn’t try honestly, it’s more of a challenge to convince him to not do certain things *shivers*… but that does come with a lot of bonuses seeing that he won’t write off anything so it’s free game for you!! odds are he’ll enjoy anything so long as he learns something from it, if it gets him off then even better. he’s naturally most interested in anything that’ll induce pain, emotional or physical, and things that allow him to be in complete control (submitting to a human? fat chance). Depending on how exactly he sees you, and how ooc you’re willing to take, you’re either going to be a good ol fashion pump n dump that he brutally slaughters OR you’ll end up being his forever pet that he won’t let out of his sight for more than fifteen seconds… both are a unique form of suffering but it’s Mahito, so there’s really no white picket fence ending option… regardless, prepare yourself to be used in the grossest ways. he’s got a particular fondness for watersports and anything that results in blood, with a preference for knife play and good ol aggressive biting, simply because he likes seeing you become a filthy depraved mess even when he’s being so cruel. i have a vague concept for a human au but even then he’s a nasty freak with no boundaries!!
adding Junpei onto this because he’s so dear to my heart and also the biggest incel. affection doesn’t come easy to him especially when it’s sexual, he finds being on the receiving end to feel as though it’s only because you pity him. try as you might, convincing him otherwise is going to take some time but he has no problem understanding his own feelings to be true although he’s shy… major panty sniffer alert, he’s too scared to actually try anything with you but he’s got his needs!! stealing a cute white cotton pair from your hamper is the next best thing to him and he’ll spend the next week with them pressed to his face whenever he’s alone, dick rutting into his hand messily. it’s subconscious but he also has a habit of stalking you around a little bit when he’s too nervous to actually talk to you but he swears it’s an accident!! he didn’t mean to learn your whole schedule it’s just that he sees you doing certain things more often!! he’s supposed to be on the other side of the city at that time for work?? you’re delusional, he was just… sent there for some sort of project, nothing weird at all he’d never!! huge whiner btw, babbles a lot when he’s finally fucking you.
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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
CHAPTER TWO
Bad Omens x Star Wars
Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader
CW: assault, blindfolding
Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was.
A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @cyrusunderscore, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.
Word Count: 1.4k
Crossposted: Wattpad & A03
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May the Force be with you✨
Bodies of humans and aliens press against yours as Skylar pulls you in closer. Your head begins to feel dizzy as you sway to the music on the dancefloor. Stars speckle your vision as sticky sweat drips down your back. Breathing becomes heavy as you notice Skylar’s flushed cheeks and shimmering eyes. A delirious giggle trickles through your lips as you release all abandonment, raise your hands high and grind against whoever is nearby.
So this is what it feels like to be carefree
“Are you ok?” Skylar yells into your ear over the music.
“Yeah?” Your brows furrowed in confusion when suddenly your legs become weak.
Strong arms grasp your arm and pull you up. One was warm and the other one was cold metal. You spin around and stumble into a firm chest. Flustered, you step back and peer up to find soft brown eyes framed by short brown hair, looking down at you. His grin was wide and dazzling.
"Are you ok?" His soft voice managed to cut through the noise.
Your breath is shaky when you respond “Yeah, I think so.”
Skylar hooks her arm into yours as she says “Why don’t we sit at the bar for a bit.” As Sky leads you to the bar, you turn to thank the stranger but he disappears into the sea of bodies on the dancefloor.
“I heard you took quite a spell on the dancefloor,” the bartender says holding back a laugh. His long almost black hair waves in sync with the glass as he slides a bright iridescent blue drink your way. “This tonic should help you feel better.”
Skylar starts to protest but he puts his hands up to stop her. “I promise it’s safe, I’ve been working here for years and I’ve seen a lot of things. I know how to care for my patrons.”
You turn to Sky to search her face for the answer. “If something happens to her..” Sky trails off as her eyes turn dark and protective.
“I swear to the stars above your friend is in no harm. The name’s Revan,” he says charmingly as he cleans an empty glass. “Please come to me if you need anything.”
Skylar hands you the glass and you knock the drink back. A bright burst of flavor you can’t quite describe bubbles down your throat. It leaves your breath minty and relief instantly floods your body.
”How are you feeling?” Skylar asks as you set the glass down.
“So much better,” you sigh as Skylar’s wrist comm beeps.
“Shit, we need to get going.” Skylar looks down at her wrist comm.
“I need to freshen up then I’ll meet you outside,” you say as Skylar helps you from your seat.
“Are you sure?” Her eyes are filled with concern. You squeeze her hands to reassure her.
“Ok,” Skylar lets out a reluctant breath. “If you aren’t outside in 15 minutes someone is dead meat.”
She is serious in her threat but the corners of her mouth turn up as she chuckles softly dissolving the tension. Her steps are still in tune with the music as she leaves and soon the only way you can discern her from the crowd is through her signature electric blue hair.
The stark cold air whips past you causing your hair to twirl around you as you make your way outside of the club. You clasp your elbows to try and keep warm as you search the alley for Skylar.
“You look cold.” A familiar soft voice comes from behind you. Before you have time to turn around to identify the voice, a rough leather jacket is pulled onto your bare shoulders but his large hands don’t leave their place. Your body tenses to the sudden intrusion. One warm and one… metal?
“It’s just me, the guy that saved you on the dancefloor,” he chuckles. You try to turn to face him but he grips you tighter keeping you in place.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” His soft words become sinister. Fear spreads through your body as you tense to his touch.
“Ah, there she is,” another voice cuts in.
“Revan?” You whisper as your eyes widen and the pressure on your shoulders is lifted. You turn swiftly on your heels to find the two men dressed in all black with masks and hoods covering their faces. They follow you like a Manka Cat stalking its prey.
“W-what do you want?” Your voice shakes.
You try to negotiate with them. You don’t want any more attention drawn to you. What if they find out who I am and who my father is? What if my father finds out? He can’t find out.
They stalk closer to you as your back hits the cold concrete wall.
“Are you lost, girl? What are you doing here? You don’t belong here.” Revan purrs.
Frozen with fear, you watch as Revan closes the space between you and swiftly grasps both of your wrists simultaneously pinning you to the wall, crushing your wrist comm to pieces.
“You never answered me,” Revan growls as he leans down to nip at your exposed collarbone. Even through the mask, you can feel the warmth of his breath and sharp teeth.
“I-it’s m-my birthday” you stutter as he trails his nose up your jaw inhaling deeply. Your mind begins to race. What is going on?! Where is Skylar? I can’t fight the two of them and they know it.
All of a sudden, rough fabric brushes against your lips. You squeeze your eyes tight as your body turns rigid. Just as quickly as he kisses you, his lips vanish for yours. You open your eyes to find Revan on his back on the ground clutching his jaw. A fury of black whirls around you as the mysterious person fights off your attackers. In the moonlight, something shiny and metallic catches your eye. Wait, is that a sword? You gap at the thought of someone using such an ancient weapon, but it seems to be working. As quickly as it all started…the frenzy stopped. The mysterious man too, was clothed head to toe in black. A black mask covers his nose, mouth, and neck. His short brown hair is drenched in sweat. The longer pieces in the front stick to his forehead.
“Leave her alone.” His growl strikes every bone in your body yet sparks an unfamiliar feeling that tingles your core. He sheaths the sword to his belt as the others retreat.
“Are you ok?” the mysterious man asks while keeping his distance. With your mouth still gaping open all you can muster is a small nod.
“Are you hurt?” You shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut. I should have never left the house, you berate yourself.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says while taking another slow step closer.
“That’s what one of them said before and then he violated me,” you squeak out in a whisper.
“Can I take you home?” he asks putting his hands up in surrender.
“No, I-I can’t go home,” you muster. “My parents can’t find out I snuck out of the house.” You can feel your cheeks warm with shame. You turn away so he can’t see how embarrassed you are.
“Please just leave me alone,” you say to the wall unable to meet his gaze. “My friend will take me to her house.”
“I’m sorry, but your friend is gone. No one is looking for you,” Genuine concern fills his voice. “May I take you to my house? I promise to keep my distance. My bodyguard will make sure you are safe.”
Shock and desperation spread across your face as you turn to face him. Your mouth opens and closes and opens again like a scalefish as you ruminate on the offer. Subconsciously, you look down at your wrist comm to find it broken. For krike's sake. You can’t call for help. And your parents cannot find out you snuck out of the house and into the prohibited industrial sector of Coruscant. You sigh in defeat about to accept.
“Before you agree or decline, I must tell you the only condition is that you must either be blindfolded or unconscious. I take my privacy very seriously, albeit too seriously. I need a verbal yes or no.”
Your mouth opens and closes as your brain processes the racing thoughts in your head.
The thought of you being blindfolded next to him makes your heart race and butterflies fill your stomach. The unusual request is exhilarating. “Yes,” you breathe out. The stranger unties a blood-red ribbon around the hilt of his sword.
“Close your eyes,” he softly commands.
Reluctantly, you do as you are told. His piercing dark eyes are the last thing you see.
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if wren started begging for something during a torture session (a small break bc he feels like he's gonna be sick, or some water) would daniel grant that to him? or would it be situationally dependent?
I know you were probably expecting a straightforward answer, but your ask made a WIP happen, so here it is.
[SV-240 masterlist]
contents: forced relationship whump, slavery whump, creepy/intimate whumper, defiant whumpee, illness, non-graphic emeto, torture, knives, stress position, blindfold, creepy comfort.
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Wren woke up feeling terrible.
It’s nothing out of the ordinary for him, but that morning he felt terrible in a different way. He felt ill; weak and slightly dizzy, shivering despite it not being cold in the house. He didn’t tell Daniel, even though he wanted nothing more than to be given medication, hot tea, and some peace and quiet. No, telling Daniel would also mean him being overly caring and doting, which was the last thing Wren wanted to deal with.
So he didn’t say anything, and then he learned that Daniel was in the mood for some handiwork with his favorite knife.
Shit.
He still didn’t say a word when Daniel closed handcuffs on his wrists and attached them to a chain connected to a hook in the ceiling, forcing him to keep his arms outstretched and stand on his tiptoes. He didn’t say a word when Daniel put a blindfold on his eyes and earplugs in his ears. He just shuddered and gritted his teeth when the knife pierced his arm and was dragged downwards.
Just get through this, he thinks to himself while Daniel makes small, precise cuts around his shoulder blades in a pattern that only makes sense to him and his artistic vision. It’s not the first time.
But it’s the first time when he feels this awful during torture, and the position he’s in doesn’t help. His body is under so much strain, stretched out uncomfortably, he can barely stay upright, his arms hurt, his head hurts, everything hurts, and Daniel’s only adding more pain. He still feels dizzy despite the darkness - or maybe because of it - his face is covered in cold sweat, he starts feeling slightly nauseous. The blindfold is soaked with tears of frustration, he can hear his heartbeat way too clearly, it’s the only sound he hears, he feels horrible, he wants out, he wants this to end, he can’t handle this after all, but that means…
“Stop,” he mumbles weakly, shaking his head and whining when the pain from the cuts seems to intensify now that he’s not fully preoccupied with his illness. Talking with the earplugs in is an unpleasant, almost surreal experience, and he can only hope he’s actually saying something, that his voice isn't too weak. "Please stop."
But this is Daniel, so Wren can imagine him laughing at his begging, making a stupid comment promising that this will be over soon, sweetheart, but this isn't about that. He whimpers when the knife cuts into his back again.
"I'm serious, stop, I-I think I'm gonna be sick, I just need a break."
The knife disappears, and Wren swallows desperately, struggling to take a deep breath.
He flinches when he feels Daniel grip his arm - thankfully an undamaged part of it - and a moment later his wrists are released. Daniel catches him before he can collapse, unable to stay upright after the punishing position.
The earplugs are removed, and the blindfold follows. Wren winces and blinks, and when his eyes get used to something other than darkness, he sees Daniel's face, with worry written all over it.
"Are you still feeling sick?" he asks, and Wren nods.
Daniel wraps Wren's arm around himself to support him and leads him to the bathroom, where the nausea gets overwhelming. Daniel holds his hair back for him, not saying a word for now.
Wren closes his eyes, exhausted, and fuck does everything hurt, but mostly his arms and back now that he's moving again. He's trembling, getting up feels like an impossible task, and he's still crying, from pain and from his awful state, and he's not even mad at himself for it.
"Better now?"
"I think so," he mutters. Daniel lets go of his hair.
"I'll get you some water."
Wren nods, keeping his eyes closed, not daring to move an inch for fear of his body igniting with pain again and the room spinning.
Anxiety creeps up on him; nothing like this has ever happened before, and he doesn’t know what to expect from Daniel.
He comes back and hands Wren a glass of water, then sits down next to him, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"What happened?" he asks.
"I think I'm sick." Wren stares down at the water, every breath causing his fresh wounds to shift and hurt even more. "I feel like shit, and… you just saw for yourself, I guess." He sighs. “So just get the session over with before it gets worse.”
Daniel firmly shakes his head, frowning.
“No. You need to rest. I’ll take care of your wounds and then you can lie down.” He pets Wren’s hair. “We can continue some other time.”
Wren huffs, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You do realize how fucked up that sounds, right?”
Daniel just chuckles in response. He does know. It changes nothing.
The knife will return in a few days, and yet Wren can’t help but be relieved as Daniel cleans and dresses his wounds, then gives him a shirt and carries him to the living room.
“I can carry you to the bedroom, if you’d like. Unless you prefer the couch.”
“Couch,” Wren mutters. The bed is more comfortable and the bedroom would offer more peace and quiet, provided Daniel leaves him alone, but he wants to stay out of there as much as he can, and the couch is too small for Daniel to lie down next to him.
As much as he hates the couch, he can’t deny that it’s comfortable, and in his exhaustion he practically melts into it. Daniel even brings him a blanket, which Wren curls up under, pulling it up to his neck.
“I’ll bring you some pills,” Daniel says, pressing his palm to Wren’s forehead; he clicks his tongue when he confirms that it’s unnaturally warm, and brushes Wren’s hair away from his face, making him wince. “Do you need anything else, sweetheart?”
“Rest,” Wren sighs, struggling to keep his eyes open. Now that he’s stopped ignoring it, his illness has decided to hit him with everything it’s got.
“Okay. I’ll fetch the pills and you can sleep after you’ve taken them, alright? Try to stay awake.”
“Mhm.”
Daniel leaves, and Wren wraps the blanket tighter around himself, blinking slowly, trying to fight his exhaustion off for a bit longer. Daniel is just as doting as he’d feared he would be, but… aside from his usual sweethearting it feels good to be taken care of, and to be listened to. The wounds still sting, a reminder of the torture he’d gone through and will go through again soon, but he can’t bring himself to care. He waits for his captor and torturer to come back with the medicine, and he has to remind himself not to thank him for this bare minimum of kindness, more than most of what he’s gotten throughout his life.
He wishes it wasn’t like this, moments of kindness and loving care juxtaposed with pain and tears and coercion; he knows how much Daniel enjoys doing this, being the sole source of both suffering and comfort.
He’s aware of so many mechanisms of his captivity, yet he’s powerless to fight them, forced to accept them, and all he can hope for is that all these processes won’t shape him into something else, whatever Daniel, whose smile is unnervingly genuine and fond when he enters the living room, wants him to be.
“Sleep well, sweetheart," Daniel says softly once Wren's washed the pills down with water. "I hope you’ll feel better when you wake up.”
“So you can torture me more?” Wren mutters, closing his eyes.
Daniel’s lighthearted laughter keeps ringing in his ears long after he's fallen asleep.
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David and Ruth spent so much of their early relationship having ethics debates and I've just realised that their dynamic is
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Twin Stars in Orbit
Fandom: Trigun Stampede
Characters: Millions Knives/Vash the Stampede
Word Count: 10,801
Written for the KV Mini Bang on Twitter with amazing companion art by CheenaVee. Go give her art some love!
Vash is a Mandalorian warrior, sworn to hide behind a helmet, never to reveal his face. Nai is a Jedi, a wielder of the Force—enemy of the Mandalorians for millennia.
When the two meet by chance, they choose to work together instead of fight. Their bond grows faster than either of them expect, until they’re unable to let each other go. And why do they feel such a strong connection, like they’re not strangers at all?
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#trigun stampede#trigun#plantcest#kv#vash the stampede#millions knives#look i made a thing!#mywriting#uhh incest cw i guess#i finally did it#i wrote the blindfolded sex#and it was WAY sweeter than i thought it would be#anyway i will reblog soon with the full art once it’s officially posted
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"Shoulda bowed when you had the chance, copper. These beasts devour."
#taken under wing au#blood cw#finally figured out what I wanted to do with the blindfold >:)#anyway. PLAYLIST REVEAL AYOOO#sorry to be dropping it before anything in way of an actual fic#but this will hopefully give you guys a taste of the vibes if nothing else#EAT UP#/scurries back into the woods
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Merry Whump of May
@themerrywhumpofmay
May 13th- "You made your bed, now bleed in it."
[ Sander | Found | Safe place ]
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(tw: whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned whumper, inhuman whumper, gun mention, blindfolded, implied torture)
The elf hummed to themselves while they waited for the blindfold to be removed. They thought it hilarious that the humans thought of the darkness as a void. In reality, the shadows were full of colours.
Rose-gold explosions. Beads of blue dripping like blood stains. Green brighter than any rising skyline.
They shifted slightly, stretching in the wooden chair they had been tied to. They were sure to have a hundred splinters by the time this was over.
How inconvenient.
Yellow as sharp as starlight.
The elf couldn’t help but smile when they heard annoyed voices buzzing around them. These humans did not know what they had just walked into.
Who they had trapped in their little facility.
The elf played with the idea of standing up right now and ripping the blindfold off. They would shout “Aha!” and watch the humans’ terror burn to a fever-pitch. Better than any jump scare in a haunted house, they were sure.
It was, of course, slightly embarrassing for the humans to be in this predicament. Well, they would live. Maybe. Maybe not. It depended on how many splinters the elf got in their arm.
A hand whisked the blindfold off. A single light shone in the elf’s eyes, blinding them. Did these humans have no idea what basic courtesy was? Apparently not.
A human sat down at the table across from them. The wall behind her was lined with weapons, some antiquated and others more modern.
The elf caught glimpses of knives, garrotes, and was that an iron? A sander? The human wore a deep-red suit. Crimson? The colour of blood? Was she trying to intimidate them?
Oh, they really were going to laugh now.
“Why are you smiling?” said the human. Her eyebrows furrowed together, as if she were trying to figure out the joke she had missed. “I really don’t see how your situation calls for a smile.”
The elf’s grin widened. “I think the better question is why aren’t you smiling? You’ve found me. The uncatchable nightmare. The haunt of the night. You got me. You win. How does it feel to be a hero?”
The human’s eyes darted to the guards behind her. They exchanged wary glances, finally catching on that something wasn’t right.
“Don’t worry,” the elf murmured. “I’m sure your security is top notch. I’ll be locked away in some safe place for a millennia. Then when your corpses are rotting in a grave, I’ll be there to spit on them.”
The human’s face twitched. “I liked it better when you were unconscious.” She nodded to the guards. “Go ahead. I know you both have grudges. I won’t say a word.”
The guards’ expressions darkened and they turned towards the weapon-lined wall.
“Oh well,” the elf sighed. “I suppose it's only fair to tell you your game ends now.”
The zip ties around their wrists had been undone for minutes and they stood, towering over the human, pointed ears flattened against their skull.
The human’s eyes widened. Her hand flew to her gun.
The guards whirled around, hands flying to their own weapons.
So, so much better than a jump scare.
Three against one. Laughable.
Not a single one of the humans had a chance. Not one of them even managed to fire their guns. It happened so fast. So, so inhumanely fast.
A blur of movement.
Splintering pain.
And then the zip ties were looped around their wrists, cutting off circulation. All three guns kicked into the corner.
In a matter of seconds, the roles had been reversed.
The elf smiled down at them, adjusting the lamp with long fingers so that the light shone directly down at the three humans.
“Oh god,” whispered one guard.
“Backup will be here any minute,” seethed the human, a single hair falling out of place and suit disheveled.
The elf shrugged. “Then I guess we better hurry.” They turned to survey the wall of weapons, hands behind their back. They hummed happily. Contently. This was going so splendidly.
They picked up the sander. What an odd machine. But when the humans saw it, there was such lovely fear. It was in the guards’ abrupt silence and failing eye contact. It was in their leader’s small gasp and hard swallow.
The elf laughed. They were almost breathless with exhilaration. “Were you going to use this on me?”
“You would have deserved it!” hissed the leader. The elf kicked the table out of the way and turned the sander on. “Well then. You had this coming. What’s that quaint human expression?” Their eyes glinted with a dark light. “Oh yeah. You made your bed, now bleed in it.
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Bandage
Whumpee suffers an eye injury and Caretaker has to bandage their eyes while Whumpee tries not to be scared by something that feels and acts like a blindfold.
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