#prompt: bound and gagged

[serickswrites]

Grab the Little One

Warnings: gun, gunshot, gunshot wound, blood, begging, gag, restraints, unconsciousness

Team Leader had to get Smallest Teammate to a safe place before they could confront Whumper and their goons. Whumper wanted Smallest Teammate and Team Leader couldn't let Whumper get them. They would protect Smallest Teammate at all cost.

They hadn't accounted for Whumper's team having night vision goggles. The first bullet ripped through their left shoulder while the other lodged itself in their gut. They didn't even have the breath to scream as they collapsed to the ground. They barely felt their blood beginning to pool around them.

Team Leader could hear Smallest Teammate begging them to get up. Begging them to breathe. Begging them to move. And begging Whumper's goons to leave them alone.

"Grab the little one," a voice said coldly.

"And the other?"

Team Leader knew they were the other. Knew they were the other and that they should be afraid. But all they cared about was Smallest Teammate. If their death saved Smallest Teammate, they would happily give their life.

"We don't need the other. You know what to do."

"Please! Please, don't hurt them! Please!" Smallest Teammate begged.

"Shut that one up first."

"Stop! STOP! I SAID ST--" Smallest Teammate's words were cut off suddenly. Team Leader knew that someone must have gagged Smallest Teammate from their angry breaths. Knew that Smallest Teammate had to be bound and gagged from the sounds of a struggle.

They had to get up. They had to help Smallest Teammate. They had to get Smallest Teammate out of there. With an agonizing cry, Team Leader tried to roll to their side, their world whiting out with pain. They blinked, trying to clear their vision, trying to fight from being dragged into oblivion.

Smallest Teammate's face was pinched with worry as they struggled between two people. Their arms were bound behind their back and a rough gag was stuffed in their mouth. But still they struggled. Team Leader had to get up.

The next time they tried to move, their world went completely white. They could not breathe through this pain. They could not fight through this pain. And as oblivion claimed them, they could only hope that the rest of the team would arrive in time to save Smallest Teammate. That was all that mattered.

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[destiny-in-the-universe]

A/N: Before I write up my prompt, I just want to say things have been so hectic and wild lately, and I’ve not been posting as often to this account! I’m always on my Ao3 for anyone who wants to be up to date with my fanfiction, so feel free to give me a follow!

This is currently the first prompt I’ve successfully completed since receiving my Bad Things Happen Bingo card, and I plan to write more, of course! (And if I happen to already apply for a second card, no I didn’t- /lh). The prompt is a little short this time around, BUT I do plan on writing longer as I release more completed ideas~

What the hell happened?

He could faintly remember having to deal with another ghost wreaking havoc on Amity Park. Though, there was a gap in his memories - something he was missing, but he couldn’t figure out what. A stifled groan left him, slowly becoming more aware of his own surroundings; heart beating frantically in his own chest.

Where was he?

He tried to lift his hands, in an attempt to create an ectoplasmic torch, only to find that he couldn’t move them.

Danny grunted, realizing with apparent displeasure they were bound behind his back - secured tightly against a pipe and no matter how hard he tried turning into Phantom, it wouldn’t budge. He couldn’t even phase through it, for Ancients’ sake!

Leaning his head back with a groan, he realized he wouldn’t be able to get out of this - not in the way he would’ve liked.

He also came to realize there was a cloth tied around his mouth, sparking his irritation even more than it already was. Teeth grit, Danny let out a muffled shout of alarm - straining his ears in the off chance someone would hear him, that against all odds he could get out unscathed. Time seemed to tick even slower than usual, and he scowled while trying to figure who was killing to kidnap him like this.

His first instinct went to Vlad before realizing even the billionaire had his limits.

Could it be one of the ghosts?

It ruled out ghosts like Johnny or Ember, as they hardly stooped to such levels but right as he attempted to assess the rest of the situation - he heard a faint, almost amused chuckle.

His ears strained at the noise and Danny tensed, the teenager - now sixteen - pulling against the ropes, but as usual, they refused to budge.

“It’s useless to struggle,” a voice he faintly recognized called out.

“Mnn,” Fenton groaned, attempting to speak. He sighed in frustration - wrists pulled tight together and feeling something almost… sticky coating the rope he was bound with. “Lm’go.”

“You wouldn’t stand a chance against us.”

Us? Who exactly was us?

Glaring at his apparent captor, he instinctively drew back but his movements were pretty limited. He couldn’t even fight back. It was embarrassing honestly, and the most he could do was a light show with his eyes - briefly flickering a bright green before trying to gauge who had managed to snatch him off the streets like this.

“Mmf,” he grumbled, eyes widening as the room was suddenly far more visible - caused by a dimly-lit ceiling light and catching glimpse of his kidnapper.

Wait- what.

Panic seized him like a vice as he recognized the owner, trying to make sense of what was happening. He hoped it would’ve been Skulker, or hell, even the Red Huntress but no, this was so, so much worse.

This was the mother-hecking Guys in White, oh he was so screwed!

What were they going to do to him?

How could this have happened? He had to get away, he needed to- his breathing picked up, eyes screwed shut in his own desperate attempt to not be seen as a threat.

“You’re going to answer our questions, boy,” the agent spoke, taking a step closer toward the tied-up ghost hero, “or we’ll find other ways of making you talk.”

Shit, he was so screwed.

How in the world was he meant to get out of this one?

[jordanstrophe]

Caretaker groggily awoke bound to a chair. They groaned as they raised their head at their surroundings. The first thing they saw was whumpee across from them tied to a chair in similar fashion. They were gagged and unconscious, blood coated the side of their face and hair.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker shouted, trying to jerk out of their restraints.

"They're alive." Whumpers voice soothed. They stood behind whumpee and stroked the side of their face.

"I admit, their head got hit far too hard. I hoped they would be awake by now. Especially now." Whumper sighed while caretaker stared in wordless horror.

"But worry not! We'll get them checked out." Whumper chirped, pulling a chair next to whumpee, who still didn't move.

"After- you've answered all my questions, of course."

[the-forsaken-princess]

Ok but. Using barbed wire as restraints. Keeps whumpee bound and causes pain at the same time.

[brainrotlesbian]

Caretaker and whumpee held captive together, in the same room. Caretaker is bound and blindfolded in one corner of the room, and Whumpee is bound, very painfully, and gagged in another corner. It could be barbed wire, a stress position, a shock collar that goes off randomly, whatever, so that whumpee is audibly whimpering in pain. Caretaker can’t see, so they ask what’s going on and if whumpee’s ok, but whumpee can’t answer. Any communication is going be tedious, as caretaker can’t see whumpee shaking or nodding their head, and can only hear muffled grunting and groaning from whumpee.

Even better, in my opinion, if one gets irritated at the other and snaps. Very difficult to work through their differences when one is gagged and in tremendous pain

[jordanstrophe]

CW: Kidnapped whumpee

Whumper whistled as they pulled into their garadge. They locked up behind them, then pulled a long chain across the door. The windows were covered with thick material and duck tape. It was dark, aside from one dim light bulb.

Banging suddenly came from the trunk of the car.

"Shhhh, patience. I'm almost done." Whumper hummed, tapping their fingers on the car trunk.

The response was frantic muffles and struggling.

Whumper sighed and popped it open to whumpee inside, bound and gagged with a bruise and single tear on their face. Whumper reached down and wiped their face before they could flinch away.

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?"

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee wakes up, immediately realizing they can't move. They're gagged and blindfolded, their wrist and feet are tightly bound with duct tape.

Whumpee panics, muffling a series of scared noises. No one tells them to be quiet or to stop, so they keep getting more and more frantic-

Finally, a voice speaks in front of them "Don't make me regret not putting you in the trunk.

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee awoke face first on the ground, someone was digging their knee in their back pinning them down. They tried to open their eyes but something was covering their vision. They tried to make a sound but they had been tightly gagged.

"How much longer?" A voice complained.

"Not long," a voice directly above them spoke. "The boss wants this one delivered alive and quickly."

[febuwhump]

FEBUWHUMP 2025 PROMPT LIST

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FEBUWHUMP 2025 PROMPTS:

DAY 1: vocal chords

DAY 2: holding back tears

DAY 3: pinned down

DAY 4: hivemind

DAY 5: not trusting reality

DAY 6: forced to stay awake

DAY 7: alternate timeline self

DAY 8: bleeding out

DAY 9: necromancy

DAY 10: magic exhaustion

DAY 11: demonic possession

DAY 12: used as practice

DAY 13: “i don’t trust anyone else”

DAY 14: becoming the monster

DAY 15: icarus

DAY 16: eaten alive

DAY 17: power instability

DAY 18: living weapon

DAY 19: death wish

DAY 20: “i did good right?”

DAY 21: put on display

DAY 22: “grab the little one”

DAY 23: gunshot wound

DAY 24: forced to beg

DAY 25: bound and gagged

DAY 26: concealing an injury

DAY 27: post-victory collapse

DAY 28: recovery

ALTERNATE PROMPTS:

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ALT 2: blowtorch

ALT 3: pick who dies

ALT 4: body swap

ALT 5: die a hero

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ALT 8: on the run

ALT 9: in another life

ALT 10: feeding tube

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[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒

(USFT! a list of intimate/kinky prompts. your muse = sender, my muse = receiver. add "+ reverse" to reverse the roles. adjust freely to suit your muses.)

[ mirror ] your muse fucks mine in front of a full-length mirror, forcing them to watch every second

[ candle ] your muse pours hot wax over my muse’s chest, thighs, or other sensitive areas, grinning at every flinch

[ blindfold ] my muse blindfolds yours, teasing them with toys, ice, tongue—never letting them guess what’s next

[ massage ] what starts as an innocent massage turns into your muse teasing every erogenous zone until mine begs

[ edging ] your muse brings mine to the edge over and over until they’re a sobbing, trembling mess

[ bodypaint ] our muses paint on each other’s bodies—then fuck the designs into a blur

[ hot tub ] your muse grinds into mine under the bubbling surface, hand wrapped around their throat, lips on their ear

[ games ] strip poker turns into strip dares—followed by toys, spanking, or oral under the table

[ car ] your muse bends mine over the car hood and takes them right there, fogging the windows with every moan

[ roleplay ] boss/employee, priest/sinner, captor/prisoner—our muses go deep into a twisted fantasy

[ mile high ] your muse drags mine into a plane bathroom and fucks them against the wall while covering their mouth

[ vibrations ] your muse uses an app-controlled vibrator in public, pushing mine to the brink during a serious event

[ tapes ] our muses record themselves from multiple angles and rewatch the filth together afterward

[ bondage ] wrists bound, legs spread—your muse takes what they want while mine is completely helpless

[ chocolate ] chocolate, whipped cream, fruits—your muse eats it all off my muse’s naked, trembling body

[ voyeur ] my muse watches your muse ruin someone else—and begs to be next

[ gloryhole ] your muse gets serviced by mine anonymously through a wall, only revealed at the end

[ cinema ] our muses go to an adult movie theater and do everything but watch the screen

[ asleep ] your muse slowly teases mine awake, using their mouth until they moan themselves conscious

[ whip ] your muse flogs mine with a crop, paddle, or whip, counting every strike and kissing every mark

[ medical ] your muse plays the strict doctor, using gloves and toys to “inspect” my muse thoroughly

[ cleaning ] your muse eats their own cum out of mine like it’s the sweetest thing they’ve ever tasted

[ ice ] ice dragged across nipples, between thighs, down spines—your muse uses cold as punishment and pleasure

[ pegging ] my muse bends your muse over and wrecks them with a strap until they’re whining for more

[ watch ] my muse is caught watching your muse touch themselves—and now they have to help

[ restrain ] my muse cuffs yours to the bed and uses them like a toy, unrelenting

[ breath play ] your muse chokes mine just enough to make them dizzy and desperate

[ dressing room ] our muses sneak into a dressing room, one of them riding the other while trying to stay quiet

[ control ] your muse is given full access to my muse’s body for the night—no rules, no resistance

[ public ] your muse fingers mine under a table, in a club, on a train—wherever people might see

[ shower ] steamy sex in a slippery shower, complete with hair pulling and wall-slammed kisses

[ underwear ] my muse discreetly removes their panties and slips them into your muse’s pocket at dinner

[ threesome ] our muses invite someone (or something) else to join—two mouths, two hands, and no mercy

[ stimulation ] while your muse receives oral, they use a vibrator on mine until they’re crying from overstimulation

[ ball gag ] your muse gags mine and fucks them until they can’t even remember their own name

[ porn ] our muses watch something filthy together—then recreate it

[ phone sex ] miles apart but connected by moans, words, and dirty commands—until they both explode

[ machine ] my muse is strapped to a fucking machine, moaning while your muse watches—or directs the pace

[ spit roast ] my muse is taken from both ends—your muse in front, someone else (or a toy) behind

[ dinner ] your muse fingers mine at a formal dinner, keeping eye contact the entire time

[lovecoatedwords]

Can I pretty please get 2 from your prompt list?? With the marauders taking turns and ending with them taking reader all together??? Your writing is so hot I'm absolutely obsessed!!

Title: Gift-Wrapped Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader x James Potter x Remus Lupin Rating: Explicit (18+)

A/N: I got way too overboard with this 😈 I hope yall enjoy ;)

C/W: BDSM dynamics, blindfolding, gagging, rope bondage, degradation, praise, size kink, overstimulation, creampie, body worship, aftercare,, deep emotional safety. Reader is fully consenting and adored. Requested by: the filthiest little darling in my inbox—you know who you are. I hope you enjoyed this ;)

Your arms are bound behind your back, wrists criss-crossed and wrapped with thick, soft rope. There’s a bar between your knees, keeping you spread wide and helpless. The gag fills your mouth just enough to make your jaw ache. The blindfold has long since turned your world to darkness, to anticipation. Your body burns with it. You’ve been on display like this for ages—waiting, dripping, aching. A gift. Wrapped. Offered. Not yet unwrapped. Not yet allowed.

And then you hear it.

The click of boots on the floor.

Sirius.

“Well, fuck me,” he says, a rasp in his voice that makes you twitch. “Look at you.”

Fingers trail along your thigh—calloused, confident, teasing. He crouches in front of you and presses a kiss to your knee.

“This is the first time you’ve been touched tonight, huh, baby?”

You nod—pathetic, desperate.

“Dripping already. You’re such a needy little bunny.”

His palm slides between your legs. He doesn’t touch your clit—but he cups you, groaning at how soaked you are. Then two fingers push inside, slow and greedy, curling just enough to make you sob through the gag. His mouth follows, leaving bites on your inner thigh, bruising you with affection, marking his territory.

And then he’s fucking you.

Rough, fast, like he’s waited hours and can’t hold back. His cock slams into you, thick and unforgiving, and you jerk in your bonds as he grips your hips and drives deep.

“You like this, don’t you? Being the warmup. The little bunny we all get to ruin in turns.”

You moan, muffled and aching, and he laughs—a low, cruel sound.

“Fuckin’ knew it. You’d beg for it if I let you talk.”

His rhythm is merciless. Loud, wet, filthy.

“Gonna fuck you sloppy, let ‘em all see how messy you are for me.”

And then he cums with a growl, buried deep, filling you up and groaning into your shoulder.

“You’re so fucking good, sweet thing. Fucking made for this.”

You’re still panting when warm hands touch your jaw. Gentle. Familiar.

James.

He kisses you—on the gag, on your forehead, your cheeks, anywhere he can reach. His fingers cup your face with reverence.

“Hi, sweetie,” he whispers. “Waited for me?”

You nod again, and he kisses you like you’re precious.

“Aww, poor pretty bunny. So full already, and we’ve barely started.”

He slides inside you slow. So slow. Stretching you again, holding your hips while he groans into your mouth.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs. “Always so warm for me.”

His pace is rhythmic and deep, just enough pressure to make you clench. He giggles softly every time you gasp.

“You’re our best girl, you know that? Taking all of us like this.”

His fingers trace your stomach as he thrusts, gentle and praising and full of playful awe.

“Such a good girl. Our pretty little girl.”

When he cums, it’s with a soft cry of your name, and he kisses your nose, still laughing with the joy of it.

Then another hand—cool, steady, grounding—wraps around your throat.

Remus.

You don’t hear him, you just feel. That deep, slow press of control.

“Oh, bunny,” he murmurs. “Look what they’ve done to you.”

He kisses your jaw, your cheekbone, the side of your mouth.

And then he’s pushing in.

He’s so big. So deep. It’s not like the others—Remus moves like he owns your body, like he’s shaping it to fit him. He fucks your g-spot with every stroke, thick cock pressing into the place that makes your knees quake even when they’re tied open.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice like syrup. “Feel me here, pretty thing?”

His hand slides to your belly, pressing down to show you just how far he is.

“Bet they didn’t reach that spot, did they?”

You whimper, trembling, and he fucks you deeper, slower, more deliberately, until you’re sobbing with it.

“Gonna break you open, bunny. Gonna make you feel me for days.”

When you cum, it hits like thunder—wave after wave without a single touch to your clit.

“Beautiful,” Remus says, voice ragged. “So fucking beautiful.”

You're still twitching when they come for you.

Remus is the last to pull out—slow, deliberate, leaving you gasping at the loss. His hands stay on your waist, grounding you while you shake. Your legs are jelly, your body wrecked, already so full it leaks down your thighs, slick and warm. But the way they crowd around you now—soft voices, hungry eyes, tender hands—you know you're not done. Not even close.

“Still so fucking pretty,” James murmurs, thumbing away a streak of drool on your chin.

“She needs more,” Sirius says, a smirk curling his mouth as he brushes your hair off your forehead. “Look at her. Can’t even sit up, poor little thing.”

“She can take it,” Remus replies, kissing your temple. “She always does.”

You don’t speak—can’t. Your throat is raw from moaning, your lips puffy from the gag, your brain buzzing. But your body answers for you. The way you arch, the way your hips roll into empty air, the way you whimper when Remus’s hand brushes your stomach.

They know.

James is first to move. He lays you down, slowly, like you’re made of glass. His hands are steady on your back, guiding you onto the bed they’ve prepared. Soft pillows under your head, silk sheets cool against your thighs. Sirius holds one ankle, kissing the inside of it as he spreads you wide. Remus stays behind your head, stroking your hair, letting you feel his warmth as a tether.

“You want all of us, bunny?” James asks, sliding his hand between your legs again. “Want us to fuck you at once?”

You nod, already panting.

Sirius hums. “Course she does. Greedy little thing.”

But they don’t rush. No—they take their time.

James lines up between your legs again, hard and already leaking. Sirius presses behind you, cock sliding between your cheeks, grinding against the mess they’ve all left behind. Remus waits by your side, stroking himself lazily, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

“Deep breath, sweetie,” James murmurs as he pushes in—slow, smooth, impossibly warm.

Your back arches instantly.

“You’re so full already,” he groans, hips inching forward. “Fuck. Feel that, bunny? Feel how tight you are?”

You nod frantically, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes, and that’s when Sirius slides in behind you.

It’s a stretch. A burn. Your breath catches, and Remus is right there, wiping your cheek.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Taking us both like a good girl.”

James slows his thrusts to match Sirius’s. They move together, careful not to overwhelm you, even as your body flutters around them helplessly.

“You’re squeezing me so tight,” James breathes, cupping your breast. “Fuck, you like this, don’t you?”

Sirius leans down, mouth at your ear. “All fucked out, and still begging for cock. Such a nasty little thing.”

Your body shakes with every movement. You can’t stop moaning. Your eyes roll back when their thrusts sync, deeper and deeper until your mind blanks.

And then there’s Remus.

He kneels beside you, cock heavy and flushed, and taps your cheek.

“Open,” he says, silky and low.

You do—mouth falling open, tongue already out—and he slides in with a groan, thick and slow. You choke on it, gag slightly, but he holds still, letting you adjust.

“That's it,” he purrs. “Such a pretty little mouth. So obedient.”

Now they have you.

James fucking you slow and deep, cock dragging against your walls with each careful thrust.

Sirius pounding you from behind, rougher now, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist.

Remus in your mouth, rolling his hips so you feel every inch of him at the back of your throat.

They moan in harmony, all of them speaking over each other, praising you, teasing you, filling you with everything they’ve got.

“So fucking good.”

“Such a mess, bunny.”

“Can’t get enough of you.”

Your eyes blur. You’re floating.

They don’t touch your clit—never even brush it—but you’re still cumming again, body wracked with it, loud and desperate, sucking Remus down harder just to muffle your cries.

They don’t stop.

Not when you cum.

Not even when you sob from overstimulation.

Sirius finishes first this time, spilling inside you with a snarl, hips snapping until he's empty.

James follows, fingers gripping your thighs tight as he groans into your neck.

Remus is last—cock twitching in your throat as he thrusts one final time and cums with a ragged moan, his hand cupping your jaw while he praises you.

“Perfect girl. Fucking perfect.”

You're still gasping when they finally start to move.

Gentle hands everywhere—peeling off the blindfold, unbuckling the gag, loosening the ties on your wrists and ankles one by one. Your skin stings, but not painfully. It’s the kind of ache that feels like being unwrapped. Like being kept.

“Easy, sweet girl,” James whispers, rubbing your wrists with slow circles of his thumbs. “There we go. You’re free now.”

But you don’t move. Can’t. Your whole body feels like it’s been melted down and reshaped around them. And that’s alright—because they expect to carry you now.

Sirius lifts you carefully, murmuring, “Gotcha, bunny,” into your damp hair as he walks you to the bathroom.

You’re barely awake, but the shift of hot water startles a small sigh out of you. James is already inside, sleeves rolled up, testing the spray with his palm. Remus has a soft towel folded neatly on the counter, another hanging over his shoulder, waiting.

Sirius steps in with you, helping guide your body under the warm water. James joins, his hands already cupped around your back, washing the mess from your spine in slow, gliding strokes.

Remus crouches outside the tub, holding your hand steady as Sirius massages shampoo into your hair. His nails scrape your scalp just enough to make you hum, leaning into his touch.

“There we go,” Sirius says quietly. “Look at our pretty girl… always so good in the bath.”

James kneels, gently lifting one of your legs to soap your thighs, careful not to touch anything too sore. “You’re gonna feel this tomorrow,” he murmurs with a grin. “But you did so good for us, bunny. So, so good.”

When they finally rinse you off, Remus wraps you in a huge towel like you’re the most precious thing in the world. He kisses your cheek. “You’re done, sweet thing. All finished. Come rest.”

They take you back to bed, now remade with fresh sheets. Sirius sits cross-legged and pulls you into his lap, while James towels off your damp skin. He’s methodical with it—knees, ankles, behind your ears. Remus rubs a warming balm into your calves, fingers working out the tight knots left from being tied so long.

Then James starts feeding you—tiny spoonfuls of soft fruit dipped in honey, his voice a low coo every time your lips part.

“Open up, bunny. Just one more. There you go.”

You chew slowly, barely able to keep your eyes open. Sirius has taken a soft-bristle brush to your hair now, and he’s being so gentle, dragging it through with slow, reverent strokes.

“Such pretty hair,” he murmurs. “Messy little thing. Can’t have you looking like a ragdoll, can we?”

He braids the front sections into soft ribbons and ties them with little satin bows—one pink, one pale blue.

“She needs one more,” Sirius decides, plucking a yellow ribbon from the nightstand and tying it at the base of your braid. “There. All done up.”

Remus lifts your leg into his lap again and keeps rubbing—slow and rhythmic, fingers kneading tired muscle while his other hand rests lightly on your knee.

James gives you a sip of water, then more fruit. His lips brush your temple.

“You’re okay now,” he says, like it’s the easiest truth in the world. “We’ve got you.”

You let out a tiny sound—nothing coherent. But it makes them all smile.

Sirius presses a kiss to your shoulder. “That’s our girl.”

James curls up beside you, holding your hand.

Remus stays at your feet, still massaging, ever-watchful.

And all you can do is melt. Loved. Worshipped. Safe.

requested from here (link to prompt list for smut)

[writinggremln]

Prompt 2

"Supervillain," Villain's mouth was dry, "don't... don't do this."

"I warned you. I gave you an order." Supervillain's voice was eerily calm. "You deliberately dissobeyed me."

Villain gulped. "Supervillain, please-"

"Be quiet." The voice of the greater villain turned harsh, their grip on the bound hero under them tightened, causing Hero to whimper in their gag. Villain shut their mouth, cold sweat dripping down their face.

"Did you think I wasn't going to find out?" Supervillain's jaw clenched. "How exacly were you going to go about this, Villain? Were you hoping to, I don't know, possibly fake your deaths and live as normal civilians far away from here, happily ever after?" Both the hero and the villain flinched. Supervillain's mouth curled into a mocking smile. "Oh, you can't be serious."

Villain took a small step forward. "Supervillain, listen to me," they begged, hands up to show they were unarmed, "we can talk about this. Please," they met Hero's gaze and their heart clenched at the fear in their captured lover's eyes, "please don't hurt them."

Supervillain only huffed out a small laugh. "You think I'd let you go unpunished?"

Villain paled as Supervillain suddenly grabbed Hero's face, their nails scratching the crime-fighter's cheeks. "You listen to me, Villain. And you listen well. You see them?" They cocked Hero's head forcefully toward Villain's, who clenched their hands into fists at their lover's muffled cry of pain. The supervillain continued, a flicker of sadistic amusement flashing in their eyes. "Take a good, long look, Villain," they smiled slowly, "because this will be the last you'll ever see of them."

[checkeredflagggs]

Febuwhump Day 25: Bound and Gagged

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

Masterlist | Taglist

Private Messages, The Grid (Unserious)

Private Messages, Max and y/n

Private Messages, the Grid (Unserious)

Private Messages, the Grid (Unserious) [1 Day Later]

Taglist

@anamiad00msday @suns3treading @daniskywalkersolo @awritingtree @justheretoreadthxxs @coral7161 @lost4lyrics @mastermindbaby @freyathehuntress @angelluv16 @nichmeddar @mxm47max @justaf1girl @a-beaverhausen @tallrock35 @elizamoe133 @imlonelydontsendhelp @jessica3478 @il0vereadingstuff @msimpala-67 @Americanvenom13 @taylorrrrrrrrrrswiftttt @widow-cevans @1-of-my-many-obsessions @charlesgirl16 @yawn-zi

[jordanstrophe]

Home Warming Gift

CW: Kidnapped, blindfolded/bound/gagged

Caretaker and whumper are close friends to the point caretaker moved closer to them. One day when the two were out, whumpee walked by and caught caretaker's eye.

It did not go unnoticed.

The knock on caretaker's backdoor wasn't expected. When they opened it, whumper laid the gagged, bound and blindfolded whumpee on their floor.

"Wh-... What is this?" Caretaker blinked in horror.

"Isn't it obvious?" Whumper nudged whumpee closer with their foot, who curled up in fear.

"It's a home warming gift." They smiled.