#SENSORY DEPRIVATION

[lumpywhump]

A locked door

Tw: sensory deprivation, slightly mentioned starvation

the door slammed shut.

"No! Please don't leave me here!" Whumpee cried as whumper locked the door.

"I'll let you out when I feel you have learned your lesson,"

"No! Please! I'm sorry!" Whumpee screamed and pounded on the door, leaving bloodied handprints all over it. "I'm sorry! I'll be good! I won't do it again! please!"

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It's been... days? They didn't know. Whumpee was curled up in the corner, praying whumper would come back. The only light in the room came from under the door. Their heart jumped every time someone walked past, thinking it could be whumper. They couldn't do anything. There was nothing in their room that could help them. Whumpee swore they could see things creeping in the shadows. They lay, curled up in a ball, flat on the ground. The only movement was from shivering. The drape they usually used as a blanket was missing.

Whumpee was sorry. They were truly sorry. They wouldn't fight back again, they wouldn't run away again, they would be good for whumper when they came back. If they came back. God they were stupid. Why did they even run? There was no point... whumper will always find them.

The door creaked and whumpee didn't have the energy to pick their head up. A hand pulled their hair, forcing them to turn their head to face whumper. Pure exhaustion filed their face as whumper stared at them. Whumpee kept their eyes down, they couldn't bear to look whumper in the eyes.

"Why should I let you out? You get one chance,"

One chance

It echoed in their head.

"I'm sorry," they whimpered oh so pitifully. A warm tear fell.

Whumper smirked. "I do love it when you cry," a pause. "Are you going to try to run again?"

whumpee perked up a little. "No! No I won't I promise!" They were desperate to be believed.

They froze under whumper's gaze. Whumper was so fickle, whumpee couldn't tell if they were going to be let out.

"You understand if you run again, the consequences will be a lot worse than this." A statement, not a question. "I will be lenient this time. Don't make me retreat it." Whumper stood up. "Go shower and meet me in the courtyard. Don't eat anything yet." Whumper walked away with the door open.

Whumpee pulled themself up onto their forearms and smiled a little. They were so thankful to be allowed to leave, and they had little hesitation walking out the door.

[domuspeccati]

Day 5 : Dulled

Ft. Yuna

Kink : Sensory Deprivation

Yuna crosses her legs while sitting on the floor. Lost in her own world, she sits with her headphones on. “This song is so good!” Yuna exclaims, excited to listen to something new by one of her favorite artists.

Chaeryeong walks by. “Oh, you finally got around to it, huh?” she asks Yuna. A laugh echoes in the hallway. Chaeryeong continues to head to the kitchen, her bare feet hitting the floor with each of her soft yet deliberate steps. “IT GETS BETTER WITH EACH LISTEN!” Her voice booms throughout the living quarters.

Yuna turns the volume up as the song progresses. Tuning the world out once more after the interruption from her friend, she closes her eyes. Yuna hums the chorus to learn the melody as it comes back around.

After a couple of minutes, she pauses the next song. “I need to go back,” Yuna tells herself. She then puts the first song on repeat and resumes playing the music. Her voice echoes throughout her bedroom while singing the song.

“Come here!” Chaeryeong calls out to Yuna. Realizing that she likely can’t be heard, she says it again but louder. “COME HERE!” Chaeryeong walks over to the door. “YOU HAVE A VISITOR!” She opens the door slowly. “Oh, hey! Sorry that you had to hear me shouting. She’s on a music binge again.”

You laugh nervously and take your shoes off. “No worries,” you say while touching Chaeryeong’s shoulder. As you step inside, the familiarity of the abode hits you. “Is she able to talk right now?” Your shoes are placed by the door and you make yourself at home.

Chaeryeong nods. “In her room as always,” she informs you. “I’ll go get her. Just sit on the sofa or get a snack.” Chaeryeong smiles and walks back to Yuna’s room. “YOU!” she shouts. “LOOK AT ME!”

Yuna looks up from her phone. The noise is muffled but she can tell that someone is talking. “Hmm?” Yuna pauses her music and looks up at Chaeryeong. “What is it? I’m in the zone!” Her whining grows old quickly and she can see that her friend’s patience is rapidly wearing thin.

She pulls her friend up by her wrists. “He’s here,” Chaeryeong says as Yuna is pulled up to her feet.

Yuna looks around. “Who?” She is pulled closer to Chaeryeong. The girls look each other in the eyes. “Do you mean my friend?” Yuna smiles as she thinks about the possibility of you paying her a visit.

Chaeryeong laughs hard. “Yes, bitch!” She hits Yuna on her shoulder. “Turn your headphones off and go talk to your man or whatever he is. I’m gonna go to give both of you some space.” Chaeryeong grabs her bag and heads for the door, eager to make space for you and Yuna to get closer.

You look over at the door. “Oh, leaving already?” you ask Chaeryeong. She looks back at you and nods, giving you a thumbs-up as a secondary form of confirmation. “Well I hope you have fun. All of us need to hang out soon.”

“I’d love to set up a hangout now that Lia is available again.” Chaeryeong opens the door and puts her shoes on. “I was gonna grab a snack before I left, but I’ll just grab something on the way home. Have fun, lovebirds!” She closes the door and begins her walk back to the place where she stays.

Yuna runs in your direction. “Hey, you!” She leaps into your lap, happy to see you. “It’s been two weeks since you last came over here. It’s been so lonely without you and I’m not into girls so I haven’t been able to get myself off with anyone who’s been here.”

You smack her ass. “Well, you know we’re not dating, right?” The question reaches her ears and she nods while making eye contact. “Then why didn’t you just go out and get some? Nothing’s stopping you.” You laugh and shake your head. “Nothing stopped me from getting off with another girl.”

She draws on your chest with one of her pointer fingers. “No one fucks me like you do.” Yuna tries to take your shirt off, eager to get your cock at the first possible chance. “No one is open to trying as much stuff as you are either.”

“I take pride in that.” Your friend with benefits stands up when you motion for her to do so. “I had a plan today. Hearing that you have been listening to music gave me another idea to add to that.” You stand up, ready to walk to the bedroom. “Is my bag still where I left it? It should have some unused stuff in there.”

Yuna nods energetically. “Yeah, it’s still back there.” She points to the bedroom. “You said something about a blindfold last time. I put it on when I was drunk a few days ago and almost fell over. The girls took turns looking through the bag.” Yuna pouts and sprints back to the room. “I hope you didn’t mind!”

You exhale softly. “It’s going to be a very long night.” With a determined step, you follow her to the bedroom. Once you actually get into the room, you stop next to the bed. “You’re totally getting punished for this.” One of your hands comes across her ass hard.

She emits a yelp and jumps onto the bed, pretending to be scared. “Oh, no…” Yuna hums softly, the song from earlier being hummed under her breath. “Please, anything but that! I definitely don’t want to be fucked senseless to realize the error of my ways.” Yuna snickers as she sees you reach into the bag.

“I need you to tell me that they didn’t touch the second compartment of the bag.” You turn to see Yuna shaking her head. “Good girl. This part of the bag is just for you and I.” A hand dives into the other part of the bag, You pull out a gag and another tool that you hide from Yuna’s sight.

Yuna gets excited when she sees the gag. “A gag and blindfold?” she asks you. “Sign me the fuck up!” The girl continues to hum while you rummage through the bag. She realizes that the plan to dull her senses is going to be thrilling for both of you. Yuna patiently waits for you to gather everything.

You fully turn to Yuna with the gag and blindfold in your hands. “I’m still missing something.” The objects are placed on the bed. Your brain tries to figure out what to add before the idea pops into your head in a mere matter of seconds. “Have you been using your headphones a lot?”

“Um…” Yuna looks over at her headphones. “Of course I have! I can get lost in music all day.” She doesn’t realize that the words will come back to bite her in the ass. Her legs open as she teases you with her lack of underwear.

The ideas run through your head as you approach Yuna. “Put them on,” you instruct her. As Yuna grabs her headphones and puts them back on, you point to her phone. “Play whatever you were listening to earlier.” One of your hands rubs Yuna’s thigh while you stare past her shorts to faintly see her pussy lips at an angle.

She begins to get lost in her own world once again. Seeing that you are interested in starting the encounter, Yuna hands you her phone. “You control the vibes,” she remarks as the device is handed to you. Yuna then grabs the shorts and pulls them down, making her lower half fully nude. Now that her pussy and legs can be seen in all of their glory, Yuna spreads her legs and then spreads her pussy with two fingers.

You get lost in the view, your eyes immediately going to her lower lips. Not wanting to get distracted, you shift your focus back to the original plan. One hand grabs the gag. “Put this on,” you demand. As Yuna stares at you, you release a hard sigh.

Yuna sees you flick your wrist to tell her to turn over. Not wanting to be punished more, she rolls over. Yuna then gets on all fours, getting herself ready for doggystyle. “Fuck me like you would if you hadn’t seen me in months.” Yuna is exceedingly hungry for her favorite rod and it shows all too well.

“Oh, I won’t have an issue with that.” You reach in the direction of Yuna’s mouth while holding the gag. She stays still, making sure to be obedient. Once she opens her mouth, you adjust the gag to make sure it fits properly and somewhat comfortably.

She looks down when your hands pull away. A bright red ball is held in her mouth, just barely able to be seen when she looks down. Yuna gets more aroused as you set her up. She can’t resist the urge to make a soft moan. It’s as much noise as she’s capable of, but it’s enough for her as the setup continues.

You then reach for the blindfold. “Have fun soaking the bed,” you joke. The blindfold is placed over Yuna’s eyes, the opaque fabric shielding her eyes from the world. Your hands pull the blindfold to fit snugly over her eye sockets as you bring both ends back behind her head.

Yuna starts to drool a little bit, unable to hold it in. The girl tries to hum an indistinguishable melody through the gag but all it does is force more fluid out of her wet mouth. Deciding to stay silent for as long as she can, Yuna keeps her head still so you can tie the blindfold to completely restrict her vision.

“Did you know…” You trail off mid-sentence to focus on tying the blindfold without it being so tight that it hurts her. “The word ‘blindfold’ is derived from a Middle English word and, by proxy, Old English? It comes from a verb that means ‘to be stricken blind’.” After the explanation, you yank her hair playfully. “I know you can still hear me. The music isn’t cranked up yet.”

She rolls her eyes. Yuna nods to show that she’s still listening. After nodding, she looks down again but of course is unable to see anything except the back of the blindfold. Yuna closes her eyes, realizing that it doesn’t make a difference because she sees the same thing regardless.

You grab one of her hands. As you use Yuna’s finger to unlock her phone, you get antsy. “This one can be good,” you muse. Her phone is held and a song is selected. The song begins to play and you look at Yuna. The blindfolded, deafened, and gagged girl stays on all fours with her knees and palms against the bed.

Yuna arches her back. She tries to entice you without uttering a single noise. Yuna then keeps her back arched while your hand grabs her ass. While she tries to anticipate what you’re going to do to her next, the rubbing of skin against her skin says it all.

You guide your shaft to her pussy. The shaft is then slapped against her pussy lips with force. It makes your member twitch when it comes in contact with her wet folds. “This will be a joy.” Your cock penetrates Yuna with ease, sliding into her pussy to initiate the pounding from behind.

She drips onto the bed. Yuna has been secretly wanting this kind of sex to happen for a long time. The girl had wanted to tell you, but she never knew when it would be the right time to bring it up. The sensation of being used while her favorite music is played excites her even more.

“Someone has been waiting for that thrust, huh?” You thrust hard, catching Yuna off guard. She stays on all fours, taking the doggystyle fucking like a champ. The sight is enough to make you go crazy, but you don’t want to fuck the girl senseless just yet. “Your body doesn’t play fair, does it?”

Yuna moans in agreement. She knows that her sinful body was made for sex. She knows that you love every inch of her, from her bratty lips to her fuckable ass and pussy. Yuna tries to contain her enthusiasm, but taking your cock appears to be her favorite thing in the world at this moment.

You then reach for her phone and turn up the volume. It is almost loud enough to where you can hear it through the headphones. You monitor how long it stays loud because a girl with damaged hearing wouldn’t be good since it would ruin her love of music. Walking the fine line between blaring it and straight up deafening Yuna, you crank it until she reaches up to try and take the headphones off.

Shaken up by the loud music, Yuna forgets why she’s on the bed. The harsh thrust reminds her of what she’s doing and what her role is in all of it. As the volume of the music goes down, she gets comfortable once more. The startling made her drool a little more than normal since she was tempted to scream.

Deciding to put the phone back down, you test how loud it really is. “Can you hear me?” you ask Yuna. When she doesn’t respond, you know that you’ve found the perfect volume for her music.

Yuna has no choice but to take the backshots as they come. She looks back at you, or at least in the general direction of you because the blindfold is in the way, attempting to read your lips. Seeing that she can’t decipher anything, Yuna looks back down at the bed and clutches tightly. If she could speak, she would be cursing and screaming like her life depended on it, but in an enjoyable way.

Yuna’s silence pleases you. At about that time, she groans through the gag. The muffled sounds coming from her excite you even more and you let it be known through the plentiful amount of thrusting that you’re doing.

You then reach for her hair. Being careful to not yank her head so hard that the headphones come off, you wrap Yuna’s hair around one of your hands. The other hand reaches down to rub her clit, playing with her pearl as her clam gets soaked. “That’s more juice on my hand than I’ve ever had on my face.”

She drools ferociously when you pull her hair. Yuna’s eyes get wide behind the blindfold and she tries to delay her orgasm. “He’s going to absolutely blow my back out,” Yuna thinks as you make her ass clap hard with each motion from your hips.

You proceed to give her exactly what she thought you’d give her. Your hand that’s playing with her clit continues to go through the motions, your fingers rubbing it and pleasuring it in every possible way. The hand that is pulling her hair yanks hard one time just for the hell of it, seeing if you can get a reaction out of the depraved girl.

The girl can’t believe the strength of your thrusts. Having never been fucked this hard before, Yuna grips the bed as tight as she can physically grip it. She hopes that her legs don’t give out, which would cause her to be in position for pronebone. Yuna enjoys having her back arched in doggystyle, so she tries to hold the position as well as she can.

Her grip on your cock feels unreal. You keep pounding harder, the cock that’s inside of her throbbing as it tries not to explode too early. Deciding to slow down, you make deep and measured thrusts similar to how you would enjoy fucking a sex toy for the first time.

Yuna’s orgasm builds. She can tell that she’ll reach climax before you. There is no way for her to hold on. There is no reason for her to hold on either. Yuna knows that the pleasure is way too much for her to take. The muffled moans become more frequent and the drool pools beneath her.

As she cums, you feel a sensation surrounding your member. The spray has succeeded in pushing you out of her. You know that if there was no gag, she’d be screaming your name right now. The juices soak the sheets and your cock as the hot juice continues to come out. “That’s a fucking big one,” you tell her even though you know that she couldn’t possibly hear you right now.

You wait for her to finish climaxing as you rub your cock against her lower lips. Once she’s stopped releasing her fragrant nectar, your cock re-enters her. Yuna’s hole grips it once more, her juices acting as lubricant for what will likely be the last act of this play.

Her body somehow takes it even better than before. Yuna cries softly, not out of discomfort, but out of enjoyment. Her emotions are running wild following her equally wild orgasm. Yuna tries to keep from drooling even more but the sensation makes the eyes and mouth release more fluid.

“I’m gonna cum,” you say, moaning as the pace is picked up yet again. You didn’t think that your orgasm would be so soon after hers, but you also didn’t know that Yuna would completely drench every single inch of your rod and a large portion of the bed as well.

The orgasm is going to be merciless and you know it. You always cum hard with Yuna, so all you can do is brace yourself. Hoping that you don’t exhaust yourself or overdo it, you slow down and hit as deep as you possibly can to make sure that every bit of your shaft is felt and constricted by your favorite hole.

One of your hands grips her hip and the other pulls her hair again. After realizing that it will now be mere moments until you blow, you place both of your hands on Yuna’s waist. Your fingers dig into her hips and hold on like you’re trying to keep yourself from being blown away.

You close your eyes and feel your toes curl. The moment that you’ve been building up to has finally arrived. With a satisfied groan, you pump Yuna full of seed. The cum travels deep inside, filling her with a hard initial spurt as you keep thrusting, albeit much slower and shallower than before.

Yuna grips the bed until her knuckles almost change color, loving the feeling of the creampie. Every single sow thrust brings more spurts of semen. Once you finally finish, her mind feels fuzzy, almost as if she became inebriated in the process of being fucked.

You reach for her phone and turn the music off. “How was it?” you ask Yuna now that she can hear you. The headphones are pulled off of her head. Your hands then go for the gag and remove it with a short series of deft motions. “I’ll let you do the rest by yourself.” The cock comes out of her.

“I didn’t want it to end,” Yuna admits. She removes the blindfold, undoing it from the back before revealing her eyes again. “Fuck, that’s so bright after all that time with this over my eyes.” Yuna laughs and collapses, her torso now resting against the bed while she drips your cum all over the sheets.

You carefully inspect her used body with your eyes. “Well that’s good.” You jump into bed with her, immediately grabbing Yuna’s body and pulling it closer. “I threw you off the deep end to see if you could take it. You took it pretty well, so now we can focus on doing each of the senses one by one.”

Yuna moans as she touches her freshly used pussy. “Yes please.” She collects some sperm on her fingers before bringing them up to her mouth. “Just not right now. I need a while to recover from that.” Yuna sucks her fingers clean and chuckles before closing her eyes to catch a quick nap.

[literarystarfish]

A few hours of noise cancelling headphones and now noise hurts 😩 (whump thoughts)

So I had my headphones on noise cancelling mode with very light music as soft as it will go playing for hours at home alone working on a project yesterday and when I took it off (right when my housemates got home) their noises— even when they were being fairly quiet— hurt. Like my head was pounding the entire rest of the day. I couldn’t focus on anything or even put a single coherent thought together.

So anyway, put your whumpee in sensory deprivation and then thrust them into all the colors and the sounds and the lights and watch them squirm. Because when they’re used to nothing and then everything will be too much.

And give them tasks to completed while they feel like their brains are imploding. It will be near impossible for them to do and by the end they will be nervous and twitching and absolutely drained.

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day 4: Sensory Deprivation

Summary: Charlie's trust exercises lead Lucifer and Y/N, Alastor's girlfriend, to pair up in a blindfolding game. Unluckily for Lucifer and luckily for Y/N, Alastor has some choice feelings about the matter. Warnings: Sensory Deprivation, Oral Sex, Reader has a Vagina, Heavy Sex, C*m, Implied P in V Sex, Jealous Fucking. MDNI, 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @jurijyuu CHECK THEM OUT!!

Alastor stood in the grand lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, eyes filled with a growing disdain at the display in front of him. Y/N, his partner, was wandering around blindfolded, a bat in hand, swinging aimlessly at a pinata. That in and of itself was no issue, in fact, the scene would have made him chuckle if it had not been for one tiny issue. Lucifer’s deft hands guided his clueless partner, his filthy arms wrapped around her perfect form. Tainting was what rightfully his, what he had already claimed as his own. 

Y/N giggled nervously but didn’t hesitate to swing wildly at the air. Her laughter filled the room, the red blindfold tight around her face. “Okay, I can’t see anything!” she laughed.

“Exactly!” Lucifer replied, his tone playful. “Now, trust me okay? Swing…now!”

Lucifer took her hand, his fingers cool and reassuring, leading her away from the couch, as he directed her towards the paper figure. With a loud smack, the pinata burst open; spilling candy and sugary riches onto the carpet below. With a squeal, Y/N took off her blindfold and marveled at her success, bouncing up and down with glee. Noticing her boyfriend from across the foyer, she gave him a dazzling smile. Oh how that smile could send him to his knees in a second, renouncing all his power and title to see it on her face. She could ask for the world, the crown…his soul and he could hardly deny her. 

“Alastor!” Y/N exclaimed, laughing, waving him over. “Did you see me? Oh my gosh, Lucifer was so helpful; I don’t think I could have gotten it without him—“

“Yes, I saw. And what a marvelous display it was, my dear.” Pulling Y/N off to the side, away from the short king of Hell, he fiddled with the fabric of the blindfold that hung around her neck between two fingers. “And what, pray tell, was the purpose of this little…display?”

Smile wavering at sensing her boyfriends growing agitation, Y/N rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. “Well…it was one of Charlie’s trust exercises and you were recording, so I didn’t want to bother you. So, Lucifer offered to be my partner…”

“Mhmm, I see.” Alastor mumbled, glaring daggers at the afformentioned male. With a quick straightening of his posture and a snap of his fingers, both he and Y/N vanished out of sight; leaving Lucifer to heave a sigh of relief. 

As they appeared within the sanctity of room, Y/N was quickly pinned to the nearest wall with a force that shook the paintings that hung nearby. Alastor held her firmly by her shoulder, his eyes alight with a possesive flame as he brought his mouth to hover just over the shell of her ear.

"Tell me, what is it about that silly little game do you think makes it okay for Lucifer to be intertwined with you?” he demanded, his words laced with a bitterness.

"Alastor…love, it was simply one of Charlie’s exercises.”

“And yet you had not the inkling of an idea to come and ask me to particpate?” Alasto’s grip tightens around her shoulder with a bruising force. With a sigh and slightly bemused smile that annoyed Alastor to no end, Y/N brought her hand to carees her boyfriend’s cheek. 

"Alastor, you notoriously hate and won’t do Charlie’s activities.”

Alastor refused to be swayed by her words. With a fierce determination, he pulled Y/N flush to his chest and slipped the blindfold over her eyes; depriving her of her sight.  “Well allow me to attempt this little exercise, my dear," he growled, his crimson eyes blazing with intensity as he slammed his lips to capture hers. Moaning into the kiss, Y/N tenatively brought her hands up to find themselves settling at the nape of the Radio Demon’s neck. Nimble fingers traced up her waist, tugging softly on the hem of her pants before suddenly ripping them off of her body. Exposed, Y/N let out a gasp that was quickly replaced with a loud moan as Alastor traced a knuckle up her clothed core. 

“Trust me my dear….isn’t that what you are supposed to do?” Continuing to drag his finger across her pantie-clad slit, Alastor mumbled the words into the base of her neck. Working his way down, his face ended between her thighs. His eyes widened at the messiness that coated her plush thights and painted her hole. She could feel his hot breath near her thighs but as to exact location, Y/N could only but guess. The mix of excitement and fear pulsed through her body, all of it adding to the growing arousal pooling within her. 

Diving in, his tongue lapped up all the juices that spilled from her needy pussy. Sucking softly, Y/N let out lewd moans and hisses of pleasure. Gripping the fabric of his jacket beneath her as her eyes blinded in ecstasy. To make matters worse, or better depending on who you ask, Alastor inserted his finger into her while continuing to feast.

“That’s it darling. Let all of Hell and that insolent king know belong to me.”

Stretching her open, he added another finger; scissoring her wide.  Not even seconds later did her release hit her like a tidal wave and ropes of arousal soaked Alastor’s face and fingers. Panting wildly, only receiving vision once again when Alastor stood up and removed the blindfold from her face, did Y/N notice the wide smirk of satisfaction of her boyfriend’s face. 

“Why…why are you smiling like that?” 

“My dear…look around you.”

Peaking around the room, Y/N’s eyes widened in horror.

This was….Lucifer’s room.

Alastor leaned in close once more, eyes glowing a faint shade of green as the shadows danced and light flickered around the room. 

“Would you like to try the bed next my dear?”

[isntthisblank]

Whumper puts whumpee into full sensory deprivation before Whumpee ever sees them. Whumper manipulating them into thinking that Whumper actually isn’t human by using odd gloves, boots, costumes whenever they touch Whumpee. Making Whumpee question their grasp on their own reality, making them believe in true monsters that are out to hurt them.

bonus points it it’s written from the POV of whumpee so the reader is never sure wether whumper is human or not either

[celtrist]

OWNER BAD END ROUTE

Alastor vanished again. He's kept in his owner's little hideaway where no one could think to find him. They've stitched his mouth shut and kept him bound. Whether just by simply tying up, collar, or wall shackles. The restraints will vary.

He does have a shock collar on him at all times, just in case he ever does manage to find a way out. In addition, there is a tracker on the collar, a double measure in case the shocks don't work for whatever reason or his owner needs to take him out. Alastor is treated like a pet with basic training and his meals are served in dog bowls. He's cleaned and taken care of like any good pet owner would take care of their dog.

Alastor passes his time with self-mutilation, sleeping, or trying to fix a radio. His owner gives him new toys on occasion, from as simple as a coloring book to a good bottle of whisky. But they've found the most success in the broken radio they left as a present one time. They frequently give Alastor parts to work on it, but the radio is beyond fixing. It's completely broken and his owner gives it to himself as a good means for controlling, to sate his boredom rather than self-mutilating, and to give Alastor a false sense of hope. The amount of parts accumulated is scattered across the room, and Alastor tends to be defensive about his owner trying to take even the tiniest dials.

They will occasionally give mercy and bring in a working radio to play some music for Alastor. However, they do need to be in the room when they do so, if not only give Alastor a limited amount of time with it.

For the most part, they keep Alastor primarily for companionship. Having his head in their lap, cuddling, is really what you would want a normal pet for. Of course, being more physically intimate isn't off the table, but they do like to just spend time with Alastor and remind him that they own him. They will occasionally pamper and spoil Alastor with access to an actual bedroom if he's being really good for them lately. But his owner both enjoys the moments of being able to spoil him like the good pet he is and the hopelessness they always find in the cold, dungeon-esc room he stays in.

Alastor is more or less mute with his stitched mouth (his mouth opens enough to eat and drink but keeps closed enough so he can't speak), so most of the time he is in a terrible room filled with only silence. Alastor was given very little room for negotiation with his soul owner and quickly realized there wasn't much he could do to get out of his predicament. The place he was stuck in gave no way of escape, and any opportunities to be let out or leave to be pampered in a nicer bedroom wouldn't mean much when his owner could pop him back with no issues.

The best he could do was find a way for someone stronger to help break his contract by force, but then Alastor would just lock himself up in ANOTHER situation he didn't want to be in.

At this point, Alastor was just so tired of everything that, why not just stick with the simple? He didn't like being restrained 24/7 or having little lights and sound in his room, but he had his radio to fix, good meals, and he knew what to expect each day. Hell, as long as he was good enough he could be more or less allowed to stay in that pampered room of his owner's, and that's more or less luxury at that point. Sure Alastor is powerless, silenced, and he's pretty sure he's slowly going insane with how much time he's spend talking to himself (in his head) now that his shadows were gone. But life wasn't atrocious, was it?

Of course, catching glimpses in mirrors startled him. He felt the need to hurt when fixing radios wasn't doing enough. He wanted to LEAVE and he desperately would give anything to have his old life back. Alastor never regretted his deal more than ever, but this was his lot in life. He couldn't perform his end of the deal to get out of it like this, and no one could really help him. The one attempt he had made that should've given no room for his owner to be aware of him leaving had him back on the hard floor of his room rather quickly, and a brutal punishment that led the typically touch-averse deer to be touch-starved and eating up the pets his owner gave once they paid attention to him.

Alastor isn't happy. There's no debate there. But he certainly tries to delude himself into thinking it isn't so bad. He'll plead with his owner every so often, and they'll give a look of genuine debate before sending him back to his room since begging didn't deserve the pamper room. Alastor is completely loss and isn't sure what to do. With himself, for his predicament, his sanity, anything.

But, he has a radio to fix.

[blaiddraws]

for day 4, "sensory deprivation". i figure the distortion world is Very Weird and all that but all this looks like is ingo floating so i don't think the prompt came out well lol. oh well!

[titania-sleeps]

Kinktober Day 4: Sensory Deprivation

so i lied. i said dion fic soon somewhere, someday last week. i meant to say dion fic THIS week,,, eventually. idk i'm so backed up on work (and kinktober) BUT HERE I AM!

warning: dom reader, blindfolding, sensory deprivation, begging, sub yandere, minors DNI pls

You pet your yandere's hair as he twitches in your lap, his mouth opening to let out small gasps. He buries his head into your stomach, tied arms straining in the handcuffs because he just wants to hold you, to have you in his arms.

"I want mooore," he whines, tilting his head so he's facing upwards. He opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out greedily.

"Be patient," you whisper, your hand stroking his length languidly. He trembles from your touch, face blossoming in red. Your grip slips smoothly along his cock from his precum.

"I wanna see you... I wanna cum to you... please, take it off," he groans. The silk blindfold slips slightly from his face and you get a peek of his hazy gaze, but you tighten the blindfold in a swift movement. He chokes back a sob and another whine, instead opting to whimper as you withdraw your hand from his cock.

You sigh, letting your fingers dance along the tip of his dick. His precum drips out in beads and he's almost thrusting into your hand, trying to get what little of your touch he can. He cries out to you, dick twitching, breath heavy, as he begs you to put your hand back on him.

"Please, please, I'll be good, I won't move again, please!" His blindfold sticks onto the skin of his eyelids, wettened by his tears and sweat.

You do love it when your boy begs for you so endearingly.

Dragging your hand from the base to the tip, you begin to stroke him again, chuckling softly as he gasps and small little "thank you"s spill from his lips. You can tell by his quivering hips that he's holding back from bucking wildly into your hand, and you can't help but want to reward him for that.

"I-I'm gonna cum soon, can I? Please? May I cum?" he asks, breath quickening. He's shivering in pleasure, writhing in your lap like a cute pet. You almost want to torture him a little more, but that would be too cruel for today. After all, he's been such a good boy for the last two hours.

You hunch over and whisper into his ears, "Cum for me, pretty boy."

At your words, he thrusts up into your hand and cum shoots out from his dick, covering your hand in its viscosity. He's moaning and gasping for breath, but that doesn't stop him from mumbling multiple "I love you"s and "thank you so much"s. Then he falls limp in your arms, tired.

You pet his head, smiling to yourself. You gently place him onto the bed, and you hum to yourself as you grab a towel to clean him up.

i'm averaging 4 hours of sleep a day how am i still alive

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[brviseslvt]

Sensory deprivation.... Blindfolded, gagged, limbs restrained, noise cancelling headphones on. Being driven to insanity with each touch. Loving someone so much you trust them to torture you like this. Completely at their mercy and loving every painful second. Ugh.

[whumpsday]

Held Down/Restrained

@medwhumpmay Day 23

Medwhump May Masterlist

content: claustrophobia, in cage/container, heavy restraints, sensory deprivation, itching, captivity, failed escape

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It wasn’t that bad, this time. Whumper had only roughed him up a bit, like a punching bag. He wasn’t even bleeding except for a bit in his mouth. He could keep going, really. He’d rather keep going than the alternative. He’d rather take the pain.

But as Whumper was so fond of saying, it wasn’t his choice.

“I think I’m about done with you,” they mused with a final, half-hearted kick. “Time to put you away.”

In a desperate bid to stall, Whumpee spat at them, a little blood making it pink. It landed just beside Whumper’s shoe–he wasn’t the most coordinated right now.

Whumper had the nerve to laugh. “Cute. You’re still getting put away.”

Whumpee groaned. “Just gimme a break.”

“This is your break. I do love how much you want to spend time with me, though.” Whumper bent down to ruffle his hair in mock-affection. “Come along, now. You know it’s only going to be worse if I have to force you. I won’t hesitate to get the itching powder again if you’re not cooperative.”

He hated that they were right.

Whumpee picked himself up off the floor, swaying on his feet until Whumper caught his arm, leading him over to that dreaded wooden box.

It was too small, too tight, even though Whumper said they made it specifically to fit him. It just barely fit him, and that was before everything else.

Whumper took out the dreaded straitjacket. Where they even got that thing, Whumpee had no idea, but he’d become intimately familiar with it since his last escape attempt a couple months back.

“In you go,” Whumper encouraged, chipper as they always were after they were finished with him. Like all their stress relieved directly over to Whumpee, multiplied by a thousand.

“How long are we doing this? When do I get another chance? Can’t we just go back to how it was before?” Despite his protests, Whumpee slotted his arms into the terrible thing, letting Whumper lace it around him without a fight. As Whumper tightened and secured the straps, it forced him to squeeze himself, unable to move. One strap even went under and between his legs, so he couldn’t try to wriggle it up over his head.

“Good, good,” Whumper hummed. “I’ve already answered that plenty of times: this is your life forever. I won’t risk your little escapes again. Now, enough from you.” They secured the blindfold and inserted the earplugs next, followed by tape over both, leaving Whumpee to navigate by touch alone.

Whumper’s hands guided him down into the box, facedown, the walls hugging him on the sides and touching the top of his head and the tips of his toes. His arms dug into his chest, making it just a little hard to breathe.

Then came the box’s restraints, bolting him to the floor of it. One across the back of his neck, many more down his torso and legs, the last one pressing his ankles down.

Whumpee’s heartbeat was the only thing he could hear. Everything was constricting: he couldn’t even imagine a way to escape now. He couldn’t even pick his face up off the floor.

There was no powder this time, since he’d behaved, but his arm itched, right below the elbow. Nothing he could do about it. He squirmed, but even that was nearly impossible: Whumper always made everything way too tight.

And there he would stay until Whumper wanted to hurt him next.

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[celdestruct]

hold me underwater until i start to go limp

bring me back up to the surface and watch me cough, writhe, and gasp for air.

let me get a few breaths in before you dunk me back under, repeating this until im unable to process anything you say or do to me.

im consciously aware of the acts you commit, but physically unable to stop you.

[librababe99]

Kinktober Day Two: Scott Summers

Scott Summers x Fem! Reader | Sensory Deprivation |

Tags: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Sub! Scott, Dom!Reader, Sensory deprivation, p in v, cowgirl Synopsis: Scott Summers, the normally composed and in-control leader of the X-Men, explores his vulnerable side with the reader. WC: 2.4K

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The low hum of the bedroom’s ambient light fills the space with a faint glow, casting soft shadows over the sleek furniture. Scott Summers, leader of the X-Men, stands before you, his muscles taut, posture rigid as he shifts from foot to foot. His lips are slightly parted, his breath coming in shallow, almost hesitant exhales, betraying the nerves beneath his usually composed exterior.

Tonight, things are different. Scott isn’t leading a mission, strategizing in the Danger Room, or donning the confident facade of Cyclops. Tonight, he's laid bare — vulnerable, and eager to explore something new under your command.

You stand a few steps away, letting the silence between you stretch for a few more moments, savoring the tension building in the air. In your hand, you hold a black silk blindfold. Soft, smooth, yet imbued with an undeniable sense of control. Scott’s ruby-quartz glasses still sit on his face, the thin barrier separating him from the world — and from you.

“Take them off,” you murmur, voice firm, yet sensual.

His hands instinctively twitch toward his glasses, and for a split second, he hesitates. Trust is something Scott doesn’t give lightly, but in this room, with you, he feels safe enough to surrender. Slowly, he removes the glasses, his eyes closed tightly as though he's afraid of what might happen if they flicker open. He holds the glasses out to you, and you take them, placing them on the nightstand.

“Good boy,” you purr, stepping closer to him. You can feel his breath catch at the praise. You’ve learned over time that even someone as strong, as commanding, as Scott craves approval in moments like these.

You reach up, gently tracing your fingers along his jawline, his sharp features softened by the flickering light. The way his body reacts to your touch — the subtle tightening of his muscles, the sharp intake of breath — sends a shiver of anticipation through you. He’s on edge, and you haven’t even begun yet.

“Tonight, you belong to me,” you whisper, your lips grazing his ear. He visibly shudders, his mouth opening as though to say something, but he quickly presses his lips together, waiting for your instruction.

You bring the silk blindfold to his eyes, sliding the cool fabric over his closed lids. The knot tightens at the back of his head, securing him in darkness, depriving him of his most relied-upon sense. Scott lets out a shaky breath as the blindfold cuts him off from the visual world, leaving him in complete submission to you.

He’s vulnerable now, and you can feel his nervousness mixing with anticipation. He’s always been the one in control — calculating, leading, always aware of his surroundings. But tonight, he’s willingly giving that power to you, and the knowledge of it makes your heart race.

You trail your fingers down his neck, slowly, deliberately, letting your nails graze his skin. His breath hitches again, his body subtly leaning into your touch. You can sense how much he’s fighting to maintain his composure, every muscle in his body taut with restraint.

“Relax,” you command softly, your hands sliding down his chest. He obeys, letting out a slow breath, his shoulders easing.

Guiding him backward, you push him gently onto the bed, his knees hitting the edge of the mattress before he sits down. You straddle his hips, pressing your body against his, feeling the tension thrumming through him like a coiled wire ready to snap. Scott’s hands hover by his sides, unsure of where to place them, but you grab his wrists and guide them above his head, securing them in place with the soft restraints you had prepared earlier.

His breathing quickens as he tests the bonds, finding himself completely at your mercy. You lean down, your lips hovering just above his. He tilts his head toward you, seeking the connection, but you pull back, teasing him, enjoying the way his body strains toward yours, desperate for contact.

“Please…” he whispers, his voice low, filled with need. It’s rare to hear Scott beg, and it sends a thrill through you.

“Not yet,” you whisper back, your lips brushing against his ear again, causing him to shudder. “You’ll get what you want when I decide you’ve earned it.”

Your fingers glide down his chest, taking your time, lingering over every ridge of muscle, every sensitive spot you’ve come to know so well. His body arches beneath you, seeking more, but you keep your touch light, tantalizing, never giving him what he truly craves. The blindfold heightens his sensitivity, every brush of your fingers sending jolts of pleasure through him.

You shift slightly, letting your nails drag down his torso, and his breath comes out in a sharp gasp. The control you have over him, the way he reacts to every touch, is intoxicating. You can feel the heat radiating from him, his need growing with every passing second, but you aren’t ready to let him have what he wants just yet.

You lean down, your lips ghosting over his neck before you kiss the sensitive skin beneath his ear. He tilts his head to the side, exposing more of himself to you, and you take full advantage, letting your teeth graze the skin there, a mixture of pleasure and pain that makes him moan softly.

“Do you like that, baby?” you ask, your voice low, sultry.

“Yes…” he breathes, his voice barely more than a whisper. His hips shift beneath you, the restrained movement betraying his desperation.

“Good. Because I plan on doing much more,” you purr, your hand sliding further down his body, teasing the edge of his waistband. You can feel his body tense beneath your fingers, anticipation crackling in the air between you.

You lean down, your mouth near his ear once more, your voice a seductive whisper. "You trust me, don't you?"

"Yes," he replies without hesitation, his voice shaky but sincere.

You smile wickedly, the power of his trust feeding into the delicious tension building between you. The air in the room feels charged, thick with anticipation as you draw back just slightly, allowing the absence of your touch to drive him wild for a moment longer.

“Good.” Your voice is low, husky, filled with the promise of what’s to come. Scott’s chest rises and falls more quickly now, the shallow rhythm of his breathing betraying how close he is to unraveling.

You let your fingers glide down the center of his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. The curve of your palm trails lower, tracing the line of his hip bone before dipping beneath the waistband of his pants. The rough sound of the fabric brushing against his skin as you tug them down makes his entire body tense. He’s completely exposed to you now, fully vulnerable, restrained, blindfolded — yet utterly consumed by the anticipation of your next move.

You bite your lip, letting your gaze roam over his body, admiring the way his muscles twitch with each slow stroke of your fingers along his thighs. The cool air in the room contrasts with the heat rolling off him in waves. His arousal is painfully obvious, his need evident in every strained gasp, every subtle arch of his hips.

“Tell me how it feels,” you murmur, your voice dark, as you graze your fingers lightly over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, so close to where he wants you most, but not quite giving in.

“Feels… god, feels so good,” he breathes out, voice hoarse with need. You can hear the strain, the desire cracking through his usual composure. His head tilts back, lips parting as he tries to control his breath, but it’s futile. He’s fully at your mercy.

You lean down, your lips brushing against the tender skin just above his waistband, teasing him, tasting the salt of his skin as you kiss a slow path up his abdomen. Every press of your lips, every flick of your tongue makes his body twitch beneath you, his hands pulling uselessly against the restraints as he tries to reach for you. But he can’t, and you know he loves that.

His breathing is ragged, his body trembling beneath you as you move higher, hovering over him with a dangerous smile. “You’re shaking, Scott,” you whisper against his chest, nipping gently at his skin. “Are you that desperate for me?”

“Yes,” he groans, the single word barely making it past his lips as his head falls back against the pillow. “I need you… Please.”

The sound of his begging sends a wave of heat straight through you, making you ache with the desire to finally give him what he’s craving. But not yet. Not until you’ve wrung every last ounce of control from him.

You sit up, just enough to position yourself over him, pressing your body against his. He inhales sharply, his muscles tensing again, a low groan escaping his throat as your heat aligns with his. Even through the thin fabric separating you from him, the contact is electric. His hips buck upward instinctively, seeking more, but you keep your hips firmly pressed down, denying him the satisfaction.

“Not so fast,” you purr, rolling your hips slightly, grinding against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. His breath comes in harsh gasps, his body trembling with the effort to hold back, to not push for more.

The blindfold has left him fully immersed in sensation, every touch of yours amplified, every moment of delay driving him further to the edge. He’s at your mercy, trapped between the pleasure you’re giving him and the agony of having to wait.

“Please…” The word comes out more desperate this time, his voice broken with need. His body arches beneath you, hips straining upward, seeking friction, release — anything.

You smile, finally satisfied with how far you’ve pushed him, and lean down again, pressing your lips to his in a fierce, hungry kiss. His mouth opens eagerly under yours, and for a brief moment, you let him feel the full intensity of your desire. The kiss is rough, heated, filled with all the pent-up tension between you, and his groan of relief sends a rush of heat through you.

With a quick movement, you shift, freeing yourself of the last remaining barriers between you and him. His body goes rigid beneath you as you position yourself over him, the tip of him pressing against your slick heat, and you pause for just a heartbeat, savoring the moment before you sink down onto him.

The feeling is overwhelming, the heat, the stretch, the way his body fills you perfectly. You let out a low moan, your nails digging into his chest as you take him fully inside you. Scott’s reaction is immediate — his body jerks beneath you, a sharp gasp tearing from his throat, his hips bucking upward to meet yours.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice rough and ragged, barely able to contain himself as you begin to move. The pace is slow at first, deliberately torturous, your hips rolling against his in a slow, sensuous rhythm that has him shaking beneath you.

You keep your hands planted firmly on his chest, feeling the way his muscles clench and flex under your touch, as you ride him with agonizing slowness. Every roll of your hips, every subtle shift of your body sends sparks of pleasure shooting through both of you, the tension in the air building with every second.

Scott is completely lost to you now, the sounds spilling from his lips raw and desperate. His hands flex above his head, still bound, unable to touch you, and you can see how much it’s driving him wild. He’s always been so in control, so composed — but here, under your command, he’s unraveling.

You pick up the pace, moving faster now, riding him harder as your own need begins to take over. The slick sound of your bodies moving together, the way he fills you so completely, the deep groans and gasps escaping from his lips — it’s almost too much. You can feel the heat building inside you, the coil tightening, ready to snap.

Scott’s breathing is erratic now, his body trembling beneath you as he strains against the restraints, his hips driving upward to meet your every thrust. “I… I’m close,” he gasps, his voice thick with pleasure, barely able to get the words out as he teeters on the edge.

“Not yet,” you whisper, your voice tight with the effort to hold back your own release. “You’re going to wait.”

His groan of frustration sends a fresh wave of heat through you, but you don’t relent. You ride him harder, faster, pushing both of you to the brink, your nails digging into his skin as you lose yourself in the sensation of him inside you. The tension is unbearable now, the pleasure overwhelming, and you know you can’t hold out much longer.

“Now,” you breathe, your voice barely a whisper as you finally give him permission. “Come for me, Scott.”

The moment the words leave your lips, his body explodes beneath you. He lets out a raw, guttural moan as his release overtakes him, his hips jerking upward uncontrollably as he pulses inside you.  The feeling of him coming undone beneath you, the raw power of his climax, sends you over the edge with him. You cry out, your body shuddering as your climax crashes over you in waves, as you ride him through the final moments of ecstasy.

For a few moments, the room is filled with nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing, both of you spent, trembling, and utterly satisfied. You collapse onto his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath you as you come down from the high.

Slowly, you reach up to untie his wrists, gently rubbing the red marks left by the restraints. Scott pulls the blindfold off,  his unshielded eyes remain closed as he cautiously adjusts to the shift in sensation.

“Here,” you whisper, carefully guiding the glasses back into his hands, watching as his fingers curl around the frames, holding them with the ease of routine.

Scott slips them on, and when his eyes finally open, the familiar barrier is back between him and the world — but not between him and you. His gaze, even shielded behind the lenses, is filled with gratitude and an intimacy that goes far deeper than words. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you again, holding you tightly as your bodies melt together in the warm, quiet aftermath.

“You know how to take care of me,” he says softly, his voice thick with emotion.

“Always,” you reply, resting your head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. In this moment, the trust between you feels unbreakable, the bond deeper than any physical connection could ever be.

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[d4ddys-little-pup]

Post your ass so I can jerk off to it

I hope you like this >~< it's a little blurry