#on a leash

[denjidenjiji]

I’ve been thinking about women from different medias lately.

i just got out of an artblock…. Coloring is hard guys :(((

[myhotbabesworldreblogs]

[theratunderyourbed]

Y'all, I'm kinda obsessed with this ship-

Just a bit..(shh..a lot 🤫)

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[mashand]

Coming soon 2008

[avvail-whumps]

“On a leash” for Leo and Roy? (Spicy? Whumpy? Consensual? Your choice)

@badthingshappenbingo prompt: on a leash also requested by an anon! word count: 1.02K

content warnings: multiple whumpers, intimate whumper, mentioned failed escape, collar and leash, partial nudity (not sexual), manhandling, humiliation, stress positions, mention of bruises, non-con kissing, non-con touching (not sexual)

Burning tears were threatening to spill down his cheeks, no matter how hard he tried to keep them back. Leo’s eyes remained trained on his thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, no matter how many noises were coming from the television in front of him.

He’d been kneeling on the carpet for so long, that crippling pins and needles were beginning to torment him, and no matter how many times he dug his nails into his legs, it still didn’t take his mind off of it. He didn’t dare move, not when the other mercenaries were still around, and not when Roy had specifically ordered him not to.

He couldn’t see him from his spot on the ground, but his presence was like fire from behind him. He could feel the occasional shift, switching one leg to the other, as well as the teasing little tug on the leash attached around his neck.

It was humiliating, to be donned in only one of the mercenary’s stupidly oversized shirts, with a collar fixed snugly around his neck and the leash resting comfortably in Roy’s hand. He was twirling it between his fingers as he absentmindedly watched the TV, seemingly unaware of Leo’s discomfort.

The bruises blooming all over his body were the least of his worries, though.

The weight of the collar on his neck made him feel diminished into nothing. Like he was this thing that Roy could drag around and put on display whenever he pleased.

Leo supposed it was his own fault for trying to run away. Another night of Bran’s heckling torments and constant degrading comments had made him act irrationally, but he’d barely even been halfway out of his window before Roy came into his room.

The bruises would linger for a few days, and it was a punishment he could deal with. But this?

Leo bit down on his lip hard.

His legs were throbbing, and it was the only pain he could focus on right now. He tried not to succumb to the tears, but it was growing increasingly difficult with the gradual build up of frustration in his chest.

A light tugging on his neck drew him out of his thoughts. His head craned round to meet Roy’s amused eyes, twirling the leash between his finger to pull it taut.

“Come here, lion.”

Leo let out a shuddering breath, his hands finding the floor. He tried to do as he was told, but the moment he moved his legs, the pain seemed to grow worse. He bit back a shaking whine, his hand bracing against the sofa for support.

There was a sudden harsh tug on the leash, and the collar jarred painfully against his neck. Leo choked on a gasp, forcing him forward roughly between Roy’s legs. His trembling fingers dug into them in a desperate attempt to steady himself, his legs wobbling from underneath him. Roy wrapped the leash around his wrist, forcing his head up further.

The man leaned forwards, tucking a strand of his blond hair behind his ear.

“You should see how pathetic you look right now,” he murmured quietly, the finger sliding down to glide along the collar. It had dug uncomfortably into his neck, leaving a ring of sore, raw skin behind. “This is cute. I think you should wear it more often.”

Leo held his breath, surpressing the wince at the man’s wandering finger along his face. He couldn’t pull away when he had such a tight grasp on the leash, preventing him from moving anywhere with the collar. His knees were aching painfully through each little muscle, pressing his weight into Roy’s legs.

“Please,” he whispered shakily, humiliation crawling through him. “Please, take it off.”

“Take it off?” The mercenary parroted, his tone dripping with a sinister playfullness. “Why would I do that, lion? Clearly, you need to be put on a tighter leash. Or did you forget what happened already?”

Those burning tears began threatening his eyes again, and he had to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to stop them from spilling over. He knew that the mercenary would just torment him further if they did.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, the tension in his neck throbbing from the uncomfortable position. “I mean it. I-I promise, I won’t do it again.”

The pressure from the collar didn’t ease, and Leo’s face wrinkled in discomfort. Roy tilted his head, cocking a brow.

“I know you’re sorry,” he hummed, tugging him closer. His knees dug uncomfortably into the floor, the crippling pain in his legs searing from the movement. Roy kept a firm grip on the leash, making it impossible for Leo to jerk backwards when the man’s lips sealed over his harshly. He squeaked, his fingers digging into his legs, but the man didn’t seem bothered.

The secretary’s breath felt like it was being hoarded away from him, the brazen, rough kiss prying his lips apart and making it almost impossible to breathe. The collar dug into his skin, prompting the tears to finally slide down his cheeks. When his chest started burning and the man’s kiss was all he could focus on, Roy finally seemed satisfied enough to pull away.

Leo greedily sucked in mouthfuls of air, feeling the saliva on the corner of his lips, and the shameful burn in his cheeks. His vision had started wilting, and it took a moment just to blink away the lingering spin on the edges of his vision.

Roy’s fingers dug into his jaw, forcing him to meet his pointed gaze.

“Unfortuantly, lion, your apologies mean nothing,” he murmured coldly, loosening his grip on the leash and letting Leo collapse back onto the floor. He curled his legs out from under him, cringing at the stiff pain. “And until then, you can stay there like a good boy.”

Leo stubbornly wiped away his tears, and tried not to grimace when the mercenary gave another unnecessary, playful tug of the leash.

“Though I’m not too sure, lion,” Roy smirked. “Seeing you on a leash is a little too tempting to pass up.”

[transjudas]

frank saying to anthony it’s gonna be a long tour if he’s never hung out with masochists before

YOU BETTER DELIVER FRANCIS WALK THE TALK

[ninido]

girl diner

[the-yuri-librarian]

As a trans woman with slight furry leanings already, I really hope On a Leash doesn't awaken anything in me....

[denjidenjiji]

Ruce Duvall you have me cry8ng and screaming over you. I hate you

[wiklec]

[sorrybutnotyourwaifu]

I don't really like manhwa with beastmen, but THIS WOMAN

[sfaiberh]

Character: Irene Red

Fandom: "On a leash", manhwa

[danskjavlarna]

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Fans of vintage fairy tale imagery will find over a thousand illustrations in my collection.

[ryuuuakuma]

Irene Red

[love-is-love001]

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