#shackled feet
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Sleeping shackled and chained is a bit of an acquired taste but it is also a very amazing feeling of total surrender and obedience.
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HE'S GONNA STEAL--NOT JUST YOUR HEART--BUT EVERYTHING YOU OWN AS WELL!!!
#chrisrin doodles#grian#mcyt#persona 5#hermitcraft#i should probably come up with a name for this au?#anyways GRIAN!#i didn't have a firm persona in mind for him#but i was thinking about maybe someone like artful dodger?#from oliver twist#ill be frank i know nothing about the novel#i was just looking last night for famous thieves but specifically like#very sterotypical pickpockets/classic thieves#not very gentleman-y at all#he's probably a wind user#super quick on his feet#he does not have a gun he just throws explosives#if youre wondering about his outfit i think it's VERY fitting for grian to have his ideal version of 'rebellion'#be literally like. a petty robber who causes absolute chaos#he still has his shackles on#theyre broken#he just got out of jail#he's going to rob another bank#he's going to be a Fucking Menace#and no one can stop him#his codename i think would change every single time#scar just calls him something new every time they go in#and the rest of the thieves just roll with it
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The emotional burden I am going to have to carry with me until s2 because of this scene
#it will be like bowling balls shackled to my feet.#i am so excited#wenclair#enid sinclair#wednesdays addams#wednesday spoilers#heron talks
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Cursing and swearing rn cos i wna draw but i hav exams but i wna draw BUT I HAVE EXAMS BUT I WANT TO DRAWWWWW
In the end ive done neither
#GOD REST MY SOUL I AM FAILING NEXT WKS EXAMS#MY GRADES RNT GNA B THE ONLY THING 6 FEET UNDER SOON#that was a joke i promise#mostly#GUYS I JS WNA DRAW THE SKRONKLES AND THE PATHETIC MEOW MEOWS IDW TO LOOK AT HYPOTHESIS TESTING OR DIFFERENTIATION AND INTEGRATION ANYMOREE#delete when i m free from the shackles of the education system that clips the wings of my creative freedom and forces me to funnel#my entire life force on these asinine topics which ill never use in real world contexts and forges me into a mindless zombie memorising#the endless droll that is the current syllabus soon enough i shall become a soulless machine workin a 9-5wondering how it cld hav been diff#...#the drawing withdrawal hit me hard today
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Jin-Chul carefully considered his next words. “I’ve known quite a few S-ranks and while they were more able to handle situations than others, there were still things that affected them. I don’t know what you experienced in that rift, but I don’t think it could leave you entirely unaffected if you spent a week in there.”
“Do I look injured to you?” Sung asked quietly.
“I’m not asking after physical injuries.” Jin-Chul had practically never seen Sung injured save on two occasions.
Sung didn’t look at him, eyes on the numbers counting down to the ground floor. Jin-Chul almost didn’t think he’d answer until he did, voice so quiet only his enhanced hearing caught it. “Do you think sleep is necessary?”
Jin-Chul blinked. “…Yes?”
Sung’s mouth tilted in a small smile. “So did I.”
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SNORK FUCKING MIMIMI
#my day started at 11AM. ELEVEN. AM. let that sink in. and has just now ended at 3am. (three in the morning. am. 3am. three am.)#i am SLEEPY i cant feel MY LEGS#like we all got ready at 11am. we went to spoons breakfast. we pre'd until like 2/3#AND THEN WE WENT TO THE HORSE RACES! BC THERE WAS A STUDENT DAY THING! IT WAS SO FUN! MUCH BETTER THAN LAST TIME!#and we were there until like? 9? i think?#and then we come home to get our shit together. had a chinese. drank some more. and then we went to the club#and we stayed until close bc when i TELL YOU the dj did not play a single skip song#it was just banger after banger i think ive lost my voice#but oh my god my POOR LITTLE LEGS#I WAS IN HEELS THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS AT THE RACES#6/7 HOURS IN HEELS JUST TO TAKE THEM OFF TO GO CLUBBING??? OW#IM GOD'S STRONGEST SOLDIER TBFH#ALL THAT WAITRESSING DID ME GOOD APPARENTLY MY FEET ARE STRONGER THAN SISYPHUS ON THEIR OWN#FUCK THAT ROCK BOY#ow. ow ow ow. but it was such a good day so idc. i met a guyyyyy <3#i also fucking body checked this one girl and i feel a bit bad bc she was so clearly having her teen coming of age moment in the club#like white girl dancing hands over her head twirling etc. unfortunately for her AND ME that involved bumping into me repeatedly#and like? she kept turning to us to try make us dance with her but me and my mates were having a lot of fun in our little trio so we didn't#which yeah maybe that was mean but tbh if someone did that to me id take no for an answer the first time instead of repeatedly doing it#like she was acting like she was empowering us and freeing us from the shackles of insecurity when rlly we were just like girl no#and she WOULD NOT GET THE FUCK OFF ME like zero spacial awareness to her#the irony of clubs is like yeah obvs ur surrounded by people but it's also looked down upon if ur seriously in someone's space#so i just wasn't having it and in the end i just fully fucking SHOVED her off lmfaoooo. sorry girlie <3#like i felt embarassed for her bc of it like she was so in her own little world and i absolutely ruined it but idc#be aware of other people and their comfort bitch!#anyway yeah it was very fun all in all <3#hella goes to uni
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someone tell me i'm doing a good job
#finished teaching my workshop class#im freed take the shackles off my feet#everyone enjoyed it i pulled that shit outta my ass
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No steps, but long strides.
Using crutches is a wonderful way of restraining your slave at home. I can get around but not for a second do I forget that I am owned, that I am property, treasured, looked after, safe and secure. It is a nice feeling. At the same time my feet are securely locked yet I can get around with ease and comfort. A pair of handcuffs and I am grounded.
If the feet are to be secured all day, it is useful to use padding. Classic slave shackles with two d-shackles and a bolt allow me to crutch around and to stand but with my feet secured rigid like this there is not even baby steps for me.
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verse dump;
✨ — i'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams | v; multiverse of madness,
✨ — the provider of that constant sting they call love | v; motherhood,
✨ — the higher i get the lower i’ll sink; i can’t drown my demons they know how to swim | v; after wandavision,
✨ — my love has concrete feet; my love is an iron ball | v; wandavision,
✨ — survival of the richest; the city is ours until the fall | v; age of ultron,
✨ — now you have me on the run; the damage has been already done | v; civil war,
✨ — chained and shackled i’ll unravel; fire help me to forget | v; endgame,
✨ — and in the dark i can heart your heartbeat; so darkness i became | v; infinity war,
#verse dump;#✨ — i'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams | v; multiverse of madness#✨ — the provider of that constant sting they call love | v; motherhood#✨ — the higher i get the lower i’ll sink; i can’t drown my demons they know how to swim | v; after wandavision#✨ — my love has concrete feet; my love is an iron ball | v; wandavision#✨ — survival of the richest; the city is ours until the fall | v; age of ultron#✨ — now you have me on the run; the damage has been already done | v; civil war#✨ — chained and shackled i’ll unravel; fire help me to forget | v; endgame#✨ — and in the dark i can heart your heartbeat; so darkness i became | v; infinity war
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The captive
#hero forge#hero forge minis#3d model#the bear in the voivodeship#Toptygin II#furry#anthro#bear#furry bear#feet#furry feet#soles#black soles#toes#claws#teeth#grin#shackles#ursidae#bearkin#major#epaulettes
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she magnus on my archives til i institute
#✧ gerard keay. ic / dying isn’t so bad. it’s staying dead that sucks.#✧ gerard keay. musings / every night i burn waiting for the world to end#✧ gerard keay. visage / and like the blade you stain well i’ve been holding on tonight#✧ gerard keay. headcanons / as he fell away for the final time‚ he felt that all-consuming fear#✧ jonathan sims. ic / and at last‚ the archivist looks up#✧ jonathan sims. musings / i refuse to become another goddamn mystery#✧ jonathan sims. visage / he’s all eyes. he’s all eyes.#✧ jonathan sims. headcanons / you wear guilt like shackles on your feet. like a halo in reverse#+ martin but his tags are already on here lmao#these are NOT going to save. oh well
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Simon forgets how strong he is
18+ MDNI - cw: bruising - ~700 words
just some Simon Riley NSFW brainrot ♥︎ - part 2-ish, and part 3-ish here!!
Simon forgets how to be gentle.
When he's at war, fighting and shooting and killing day and night, all he knows is hardness. Brutality. Ruthlessness. His hands and heart grow calloused and rough in his months away from you. Using his unfathomable strength to survive is what he grows used to, it becomes second nature.
But it's your softness he remembers, to keep himself sane. It's all he thinks about. Dreams of.
The way the flesh of your hips, your ass, your breasts, your belly, pillows so deliciously between his fingers when he squeezes his handful - so warm, so supple. The way your vanilla-balmed lips graze his scarred skin so tenderly, however undeserved your sweetness is.
And when he finally returns home, after months of missing, craving you - when you stand in the door, honey thighs bare by virtue of the black panties you wore just to torture him, soft tummy peeking out from under your crop-top - he just can't restrain himself.
You greet him with your sugary smile, stretching up on your toes to curl your loving arms around his neck - your gentle voice, music; "Si, ah! I'm so glad you're okay…"
The moment your velvet skin touches his, his shackles crumble. Like a beast starved, he clutches you. Mammoth arms curl around you, constricting, gripping you eagerly like you might be a dream; liable to turn to a memory, to smoke.
His avaricious embrace lifts your feet from the ground, though he doesn't mean to - he burrows his nose and mouth into the crook of your neck, lets the curls of your hair smother him and fill his chest with the faint scent of your fruity shampoo. Fights every urge to take a bite, like you're a ripe nectarine.
Growls into your skin, through his jaw; "I fuckin' missed you, love. Christ, you have no idea how much I missed you."
"I missed you too, baby…" you coo into his ear, even your breathing is tender - he can't take it.
So he ferries you immediately to the sitting room, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, lets you coil your buttery thighs around his waist as he sits you on his lap on the sofa.
His wide hands take their greedy handfuls of your body - of your waist, of your hips, of your thighs, of your ass. Finally indulging the impulses he had dreamed about for so long - the very image he had fucked his fist to more times than he could count while parted from you.
With his teeth on your shoulder, tongue laving your warm skin; "So fuckin' soft," he grumbles deeply, and urges, "pretty thing. So soft. Fuck, I missed you."
His cock is hasty to grow boulder-solid under his trousers, and he chastises himself - but you answer with a cloying giggle, grinding your mound against its rigidity as if to torment him.
"Mm, you did miss me," you tease, little brat.
Then in an instant, all he can think about is the softness of your syrupy pussy, the gumminess of the inside of your cunt as its walls caress and milk his cock like it was built just to fit him.
You make him fucking ravenous, so voraciously eager to have you that he doesn't even notice his hands turn to vices around your flesh - fingers burrowing so deeply into the cheek of your ass that he might break through the skin.
"Ah!" You yelp, "Ow - Simon - you're hurting me-"
Your squeak of pain is enough to immediately shatter him - so he rapidly lifts you off of him, protecting you from his impulse. Stands you on your feet so that you're no longer victim to his inability to control himself.
"Shit, I'm sorry-" he grunts under his breath, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, it's-" Your brows curl in worry, turning to look at where he had clawed you - and he sees the purple bruises where his hand had wrenched the flesh of your ass, the red lines where his fingernails had nearly punctured you. "Oh," you breathe at the sight, "…wow."
Drowning in visceral shame, he can barely bring himself to touch you again. But your soft hand caresses his hair, running through the sandy tresses - you, somehow, the one to comfort him.
"It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean to," you purr fondly, and he leans forward to shamefully press as soft a kiss as he can into the bruise he gave you. Fucking monster.
"I'm sorry," he croaks into your skin, hoping his guilt will reverse his barbarity. "I just missed you."
"I know," you croon, turning to plant a loving kiss into his hair. "It's okay."
You guide him to lean back, mounting his lap again, letting your pelvis grind against the erection you were quick to reawaken.
His hands barely ghosting over your skin, he restrains himself, touches you carefully.
You whisper, into his stubbled cheek; "I'll show you how to be gentle again."
#bet simon knows how to apologise to you#spoilers it involves his tongue#cod fic#cod smut#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x female reader#ghost x reader#call of duty smut
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My fetish
She awakens from her sleep and tries to run away, but someone has chained her leg to the bed.
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˪…are they stacking those bodies
˪who cares
˪I care. I need to know if giant shadows have some semblance of engineering knowledge. This is very important to me.
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#I AM GOING. INSANE#Ive been at work all day ALL DAY obsessing about the dynamic between will henry and pellinore warthrop#they're like a pair of hawks with feet tangled together in a corkscrew dive#they are each other's shackles and each other's savior#and its such a delicious heartbreak when pellinore finally realizes what he has gained and will henry has lost by them being entwined#will went from a squeamish and frightened boy who couldn't go one necropsy without getting ill to a vicious killer for his doctor#dr warthrop went from the cold uncaring pillar of science to loving that boy with his whole heart. his whole being#and he WANTS so DESPERATELY for will to follow in his footsteps as a scientist but he also wants will to be safe#and nowhere is safer. and more unsafe. than at dr warthrop's side#i just finished isle of blood and it. it. aaaughgh#will henry: i would kill for you. please let me kill for you. dr warthrop: no will henry#will henry: i tortured a man and let your colleague kill him for you. i killed two russians for you i killed john kearns for you#will henry: i killed john chanler for you i killed the anthropophagi for you i would kill myself to keep you safe#dr warthrop: STOP PUTTING YOURSELF IN HARMS WAY FOR ME WILL HENRY I SWEAR TO GOD
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