Restraints Stories

After a long day of selling charcoal to its residents, fourteen year old girl Mika Kamado leaves the nearby town at sunset and goes back up to the top of Mount Kumotori. After getting home, she is greeted by her forty nine year old parents Tanjuro and Kie and five siblings, thirteen year old triplets Nezuko, Takeo and Hanako, eleven year old boy Shigeru and ten year old boy Rokuta. After finishing their dinner and cleaning up, the family of eight receives a surprise attack from the demon king, who knocks out the siblings and gives his blood to Tanjuro and Kie after killing them. The next morning, the Kamado siblings wake up to learn the exposure to demon blood had turned their parents into demons with a immunity to the sunlight. Late that evening, Mika is separated from her family when the sadistic and cold natured upper moon demon Doma ambushes them and pursues her while they battle. After forcing the upper moon demon to retreat into the night by beating him with her family's sword after half a hour of battling, she is found badly injured from the battle by the blind and animal loving Demon Slayer Corps member Gyomei Himejima, who uses his speed to quickly get her back to his home to treat her wounds after she blacks out from them. Soon afterwards, she ends up falling into a coma due to her injuries and is placed in the care of sisterly pillars Kanae and Shinobu Kocho, both of whom place the younger teen in a hospital bed. After a month and a half, Mika wakes up from her coma to see the sweet natured demon slayer Kyojuro Rengoku sitting in a chair beside the hospital bed.

This is not a story about what happens. It's about what almost does. At an Ivy League medical school, Isabelle Laurent is known as the Ice Queen-brilliant, distant, untouchable. No one gets close. No one stays. Alexander Whitmore was never supposed to be different. Charming, privileged, and infamous for never staying longer than a few weeks, he understands desire. What he doesn't understand, until Isabelle, is restraint. She believes he doesn't want her. He knows wanting her openly would destroy everything. So they choose the most dangerous thing instead: friendship. "The most dangerous thing about Alexander Whitmore was not his reputation, nor his charm, nor the power he would one day inherit. It was the fact that he never asked for anything from me- and somehow, without realizing it, I had begun to give him everything that mattered." Slow burn • Dual POV • Consent • Emotional intimacy

Born to want and burdened by duty, a young woman labours to keep her motherless household whole, surrendering youth for bread and schooling for her younger kin. When chance draws her into the orbit of the gentry during a season of sport, her wit and quiet strength are observed by one gentleman alone. What follows is a slow unravelling of rank, sacrifice, restraint, and longing-where affection dares not speak, and love must learn courage before it may endure.

This is an alternate timeline, fractured and unstable, where canon does not unfold as it should. You are an outsider to this reality. Carrying a golden light that only resonates to you. Unlike any power known before, it does not conquer-it resonates, quietly altering the Planet, the city and the choices of those stand near it. In this altered reality, only one being understands what you truly are-Sephiroth, existing between death, memory, and the Lifestream. You do not fight him. Not to fix him. You stay. The Golden Girl is a slow-burn Final Fantasy VII alternate universe that focuses on atmosphere, emotional restraint, and the cost of staying in a world that was never meant to keep you. This story is not combat-driven and does not follow the main game's progression. It explores Sephiroth through stillness rather than conflict, and love through silence rather than possession. If you are seeking action or adventure, this may not be the story you're looking for. If you are drawn to something that lingers, introspection, and quiet tragedy, then this might for you.

A kingdom in ruins. A princess on the run. A sword that chooses its master. When Koda falls to betrayal, Princess Avice is forced to flee into the forest with nothing but grief and unanswered questions. Her parents are murdered. Her sister vanishes without a trace. Overnight, she becomes a fugitive with a broken crown and a shattered heart. In the depths of the woods, she encounters a man as mysterious as the sword bound to him-one whispered about in old stories, yet never truly seen. Cold, guarded, and dangerous in ways she cannot understand, he becomes her only path forward. As fate pushes her through loss, battle, and impossible choices, Avice must decide what she is willing to sacrifice to reclaim her kingdom. But revenge is not the only thing calling to her. Some destinies are forged in blood. Others are sealed by the blade.

(Last draft) This is the beginning of Virex Valeris. Not of what he is, but of who he decides to become. Electio. Book One of a Trilogy

--- Silent Observations Some connections speak in whispers, some linger in the shadow of a glance. Rhiannon watches. Noor moves unaware. Between them lies a quiet tension, a pull neither can resist, yet neither can name. Desire simmers beneath restraint. Boundaries blur. Every moment, every subtle gesture, carries weight. A story of obsession, fascination, and the fragile edge between longing and control. In the spaces between words and glances, hearts betray themselves. Mutual obsession, slow awakening, and conscious surrender to desire ---

𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊. 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊. BOOK TWO | Resonant Series ♱────────────♱────────────♱ Elena now has a better grasp of her ability. But a darkness inside her lies dormant until now. Her ability begins to grow. And so does the danger. ♱────────────♱────────────♱ Elena Night has become more than the shell of the girl she was when she arrived at Nevermore's gates. But beneath her growing control, something darker stirs-something she isn't ready to face. Her Resonance starts to push both her and Isaac over the edge. Curiosity and passion turns into a double-edged blade. Obsession and possession comes at a cost. Something unknown awaits in the shadows, lurking, watching, waiting to strike. Elena must learn what she can control... and what will control her. Isaac Night unlocked her potential. But some forces were never meant to be tamed.

They don't mean to stand this close. It just keeps happening. A glance held too long. A shoulder brushing without apology. Silence that says more than words ever could. Jacob notices first - the space shrinking, the quiet tension, the way proximity starts to feel deliberate instead of accidental. Zach doesn't ask questions. He doesn't rush. He just stays. Nothing is named. Nothing is taken. Everything is felt. Standing Too Close on Purpose is a slow-burn story about restraint, awareness, and the quiet gravity of two people learning how close they're willing to stand - even when they're not ready to say why. TRIGGER WARNINGS * Emotional slow burn * Prolonged unresolved tension * Intimacy through proximity and restraint * Touch-adjacent scenes (PG-13) * Quiet emotional conflict (No explicit sexual content) AUTHOR'S NOTE This story lives in the space before anything happens. It's about restraint, about noticing, about choosing not to cross a line even when you could. Touch is minimal. Silence matters. Proximity carries weight. If you're looking for instant payoff, this isn't that story. If you're looking for slow tension, quiet intimacy, and moments that linger longer than they should - welcome. Please be respectful in the comments. No pressure for escalation. Let the stillness speak. Thank you for reading.

Heather Lee falls in love the way she reads books, quietly, completely, and without expecting to be chosen. When her literature professor becomes the one man who sees her clearly and refuses to touch her, restraint becomes the most intimate thing they've ever shared. 💫📚🔥💔 Every Friday and Monday new chapters!!

When a reckless drinking game summons the attention of Hades, Isabella's world is plunged into darkness. The King of the Underworld is determined to claim her, body and soul. But Isabella, a woman of fierce independence, refuses to be his pawn. As their passions ignite, they'll discover if even a god can be tamed.

In a world rebuilt on order, even homes are governed by hierarchy. Shōto Todoroki has a wife to present, a family to display - and a woman he keeps in silence, stripped of title but bound by devotion. Keiko cannot speak, cannot rebel, cannot leave. She is permitted to serve, to bear, to linger. Nothing more. She is not wife. Not mother. Not even a woman. She is silence - a ghost who serves at the table but is forbidden to sit, who bears children yet is denied belonging. Her former husband's another wife, another order, another life where her devotion does not matter. Still, Keiko clings to scraps of his presence, to the house that was meant to be her home. The children see everything. One looks at her with a child's love. The other with his father's cruelty. This is not redemption. This is survival beneath a man who decides what she is allowed to be.

He was his protege, he did what he was told, he blew up L'Manburg, he killed Tubbo. But there was a time when he wouldn't, so what changed? Companion piece to 'His Protege' that depicts what happened between Tommy and Dream during the time skip.

Elara Finch built her workshop in the narrow space between a tanner's shed and an old apothecary because no one else would make room for her. When her automaton awakens inside that workshop, the change doesn't come with sparks or spectacle, but with silence that no longer presses so hard, tools that seem to listen, and devices that respond to restraint instead of force. As Elara studies the residual effects left in the wake of her creation, she uncovers patterns that reveal this discovery is not new. Despite marks erased and records destroyed, someone reached this threshold before her, and chose to stop. Residuals of Wonder is a quiet, character-driven fantasy about unintended discovery, careful craftsmanship, and the unsettling realization that some inventions are not meant to be claimed.

Not all silences are gentle. Some are deliberate. Some are cruel. Between them lived a quiet that choked every truth before it could breathe. Feelings were not denied..they were buried, hidden beneath restraint, fear, and the unspoken understanding that saying too much could ruin everything. This is not a love story made of confessions. It is built on restraint, on glances that cut deeper than words, on the slow damage of choosing silence again and again until it becomes the loudest thing left. Because sometimes, silence is not the absence of sound. It is the presence of everything that was never said. ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°～｡⁠☆ 1~1~26 (⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠'⁠꒳⁠'⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)

A theif down on her luck is comisioned to steal an item. The description of the item is very clear, a diadem. What the theif doesn't take into consideration is that her target isnt just anyone, he isn't even human. He is a god. Normally this experienced individual would have refused a job like this, she doesn't steal jewellery, but she is desperate and owes money.

They grew up next door, close in the uncomplicated way children are.....just friends and nothing more. When Mei enters her teenage years, Jian begins to notice her differently. He's five years older, old enough to know those feelings are something he shouldn't touch. So he keeps his distance, choosing restraint. Again and again. Years go by, Mei grows older and more sure of herself. By the time she turns eighteen, the lines Jian once relied on begin to blur. And the feelings he's kept buried for so long begin to feel harder to contain. What happens when holding back is no longer enough? And what happens if waiting means losing her? A slow-burn romance about growing up together, unspoken feelings, and the moment when staying silent becomes impossible.

Lunavirae Aurelione was born a mistake-a magical anomaly the Noctivar Dominion never learned how to contain. When she runs, she doesn't flee war or ruin. She flees expectation. Her refuge comes in the form of a quiet bargain with the human Emperor of Mor'desia, where power is measured, borders are polite, and violence wears a civil face. Recast as Luna Valemorn, she is given protection, a name, and a place where no one asks the wrong questions. It is safer here. It is quieter. And slowly, it begins to close. Each choice tightens the shape of her life. Each compromise feels reasonable. Necessary. In a court that would execute her for the blood in her veins, the mask of a princess becomes her only armor. But the more perfectly she plays the part, the further she drifts from the girl who once chose freedom over obedience. Crownveil is a slow-burn fantasy about identity, restraint, and the subtle horror of realizing the cage you live in was built by your own hands.

While making her way back from a mid afternoon walk in the part of Yokohama she has lived in since her parents abandoned her when she was a toddler, lovely young woman Arise Nakajima, who is twenty four, is grabbed from behind by the young and powerful criminal Osamu Dazai, a twenty eight year old man who is the current leader of the powerful criminal organization he's been a part of for almost a decade and has been attracted to her since becoming the powerful criminal organization's boss four years earlier. Afraid of him, she pulls her arm free from his grip and runs the rest of the way back to the abandoned building she has long called home. Shortly afterwards, he finds her in a cupboard in her house's kitchen and pulls her out of it. Afterwards brought over to the kitchen's entrance, she is knocked out and kidnapped by him. Seconds after waking up after two hours, Arise learns not only does Osamu truly love her, he also intends to marry her.