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Cowboy Tenna roleplay +rope bondage🤤🤤 oughg and Null gunplay
Imagine after a skit in a storage closet or dressing room, things start getting 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎 while still in costume, calling them both Sheriff or something and they almost go feral with that sweet pleading tone of yours
Caught Up In The Act
wc: ~1k (Tenna), ~1.2k (Null). Tenna/Reader, DN!Tenna/Reader (separate), second person POV. suggestive/explicit, cowboy roleplay, rope bondage (Tenna), gunplay (Null)
a/n: mmm... it's been a minute since I've done anything with cowboy Tenna huh... also, what a debut for cowboy Null (if the small hints of him in my other works weren't enough lol)
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Tenna
You've quickly learned since first witnessing Tenna in costume for any Western-themed skits that he gets quite the inflated ego from it. There's something charming in the accent he uses, the way he latches his thumbs at the holsters for both his pistol and makeshift lasso when he idles with that cocky smile of his, and especially in the way he tilts his hat when regarding you specifically, even slipping it off his head to secure on yours at times. The unspoken rule of him doing this with his hat isn't lost on you, so when he does it again tonight, it's only expected that you'd find yourself sharing borderline feverish kisses with him in the closest storage closet you could drag him into after the cameras were finally off.
Tenna's hat falls off your head in the midst of your make-out, plopping unceremoniously on the floor just nearby. He seems to hear this, judging by the sudden smirk against your lips before he separates, somewhat breathless and buzzing lips shiny with your saliva. "Careful, darlin', this outfit ain't easy to fix up or replace."
It's amusing that he hasn't dropped the act yet, but at the same time, it's what lead to this in the first place – of course he'd keep playing the bold sheriff of the town if it meant you'd keep feeling him up the way you are. Though, that wouldn't stop you either way.
So, you try to play along, to keep the energy of the act going. "Sorry, sheriff... I just wanted to...properly thank you for protecting our li'l town... Protecting me..."
"It ain't nothing, sweetheart. Although..."
With a low chuckle, Tenna reaches up to take your wandering hands in his, the rough leather of his gloves rubbing almost deliciously on your wrists. "You're makin' a real mess of my clothes. Maybe I oughta tie ya up so ya don't rough 'em up too much?"
Your eyes flit down to the bundle of rope hanging off the side of his belt that he uses for a makeshift lasso, and then back up to his screen, given it's your only source of light in this dark storage closet. He smirks again at your blatant curiosity, and with the growing tension in the air developing from his suggestion, you cut through it with a solid nod. "If you think it's for the best, sheriff..."
"Oh, I know it is. But you'll be good for me, won't ya? You'll play nice even if ya can't touch me anymore?"
The tone of his voice sends a rush of pure arousal through your body, pooling into a syrupy heat in the pit of your stomach. You swallow quietly. "I will."
"Good. Spin around for me, darlin'."
Tenna only releases one of your arms to allow you to do so, and once you're turned away from him, forehead nearly knocking against the wall previously behind you, he reaches over to take your momentarily freed arm in his grasp. He's considerate as he twists your arms behind your back, taking a moment to hold both your wrists in one large hand and eliciting all kinds of not-so-innocent thoughts in your mind. Then, you begin to feel the rope wrapping over your forearms, with his hand releasing you once he seems to be sure you can't escape now.
Not like you were planning to.
Unexpectedly, Tenna goes the extra mile and secures the rest of the rope around your waist as well, pointedly making sure it's higher up across your stomach. With your arms firmly bound to your back and a few adjustments to make sure the restraints aren't too tight and that you're comfortable, he nudges you forward with a hand between your shoulder blades until your cheek is pressed into the wall, his other hand grasping your waist to keep your behind sticking out somewhat.
"Very good, darlin'. Very good." Even without the assistance of the glow of his screen and the buzzing warmth of it nearly tickling your shoulder, you can tell by his voice that he's very close. He steps closer, and with that, his entire body is flush with the back of yours, immediately making you feel his excitement pressing into your backside. With your current height difference, your hands could almost reach for his—
You involuntarily clutch them into fists, your nails digging into your palms, when the same hand previously at your back slides down between you – slowly, deliberately – until it finds a way under the top layers of your costume, teasing across the thin fabric of your undergarments. A shudder of a groan escapes from the back of your throat, and Tenna chuckles deeply in response, opting to suddenly grab a handful of your rear in between his large, leather-bound fingers as he goads, "C'mon, sweet thing, you can do better than that. Want ya screamin' for me. You wanna let everyone know who's takin' real good care of ya, right? Who exactly you're thankin' for protectin' you?"
"Tenna..."
His name slips out instinctively, and while you do receive a shaky grunt just behind you and a delicious squeeze to your ass, Tenna corrects you, "Not quite. Use my title."
"Sheriff..."
He chuckles, sounding damn near breathless already. "There we go... Juuust like that, but louder."
With that, Tenna pushes himself harder against you, practically grinding his still concealed erection into your backside, as his fingers finally slip past the seam of your underwear, the rough leather of his glove harsh but perfect right where you want him.
So much for not making a mess of his costume, but at least now, you'll be just as much of a mess thanks to him.
Null
It's not often that Null partakes in full-fledged skits, often preferring his interviews and news reports for his show. With you, however, he noticeably likes to shake things up more, hence the Western-themed challenges and games he had you playing tonight. Admittedly, it's a bit difficult to keep your focus, eyes stubbornly drifting back to Null and his costume now and then – and who can blame you? He's already unbearably cocky, and combining that with his act of playing a sheriff and blatantly prioritizing your well-being over anyone else's lives... It's no wonder you're finding yourself a bit hot and bothered.
As it turns out, he feels similarly. The second the show's over, Null quickly sweeps you into his arms and struts offstage, the spurs of his boots jingling with every step. He's not usually so open about his affections with you, so your heart flutters at the act alone, only worsening when you realize he's taken you to the dressing room, kicking the door shut behind himself.
You hardly get a word out before he settles you on the nearest vanity desk, products on the table be damned as they scatter to make space for you, and he almost harshly grabs your jaw in his leather-gloved hand to angle your head up to meet him in an almost bruising kiss. While his enthusiasm catches you off guard, you're quick to reciprocate, especially when he's already nudging your mouth open to shove his staticky tongue inside. It's almost immediately overwhelming, as he's still towering at over double your height. Your moans are muffled in the kiss, and Null lowly chuckles at this, the vibrations sending pure arousal straight through your veins and down to your lower stomach.
He separates just enough for the line of spit between your mouths to linger for a moment, and from here you can see one of his hands reaching up to adjust his hat. "Got me feelin' a li'l wild there, doll, heh."
...Perhaps intentional pun aside, something else occurs to you, now that you're given a brief moment of clarity. Your eyes dart to the dressing room door. "Uh— Ten—"
"Sheriff."
Right, he's still keeping up his act from the show, if the accent is anything to go by. You're more than willing to play along still. "...Sheriff... Are you sure no one's gonna come in? I... I'd hate for us to be interrupted..."
"Oh please, ya think any o' those coots are gonna even bother knockin' after seein' us comin' in here?" Null smirks, planting both his hands at your side and clearly uncaring towards the various products falling to the floor. "Though, if anyone were dumb enough to try 'n bust in, I still got this."
He reaches to his belt and whips out the pistol he keeps in his holster, the weapon modeled to appear older and more fitting to the theme of his costume. You swallow silently as he spins it by the trigger around his index finger a few times, before abruptly pausing as he catches it. It isn't until he chuckles again that you realize you were still watching the way his hand clutched around the handle.
"Ya look like ya got somethin' real interesting in mind, doll. Fess up."
Your jaw momentarily clenches. "Uh— Well—..."
When you don't elaborate any further, Null hums, smirking. He holds the pistol closer to you, questioning, "Ya like this? Modeled it myself."
Given your current size difference, what's supposed to be a smaller model of pistol now looks relatively daunting – even more so now that it's closer to your face. Granted, the muzzle isn't directly aimed at you, giving you a better view of the intricate designs along the barrel, but what puzzles you is if it's real or not, strange logistics of following Null's current size aside.
Your eyes widen when Null brings it even closer to you, enough that if you moved just a little too much, your lips would touch the side of the barrel. Looking back up to his screen, it's clear he's taking amusement in this. "I asked you a question, doll."
"Uh—" You swallow. "I— I do... Like it, I mean."
"Yea? How much?"
You don't answer, prompting Null to quietly close the small distance between your mouth and the barrel. With your eyes still on his screen – which is actively growing brighter – you purposely press your lips to the cold metal as if to kiss it. Though he may not have eyes, you can feel how intently he's watching you.
He pulls the gun away just slightly, only to angle the muzzle directly towards you now. Your nerves are alight with a mix of fear and excitement, especially when he nudges the muzzle against your bottom lip, leaning closer and murmuring deeply, "Open up f'me, dollface."
You let your mouth open just enough for him to get the muzzle and a small portion of the barrel inside, the front sight briefly dragging across the roof of your mouth. Null nudges it further into your throat, and when you just barely choke and reach up to grab at his wrist with both your hands, he simply hushes you as his smirk widens. "Shh, relax. I know you have practice suckin', so this should be easy for ya."
...
Slowly, you let your throat and jaw relax, allowing Null to slide the gun back and forth, pushing down on your tongue when you properly wrap your lips around the barrel. You whimper at the taste of metal, still clutching onto his sleeve as he tries to shove the gun further into your mouth.
"You're lovin' this, aren't ya?" He chuckles. "I still got my finger on the trigger, doll. Could pull it wheneeever I wanted. But you're into that, right? Ya like puttin' your life in my hands?"
Regardless of how you want to respond, Null uses the barrel still lodged in your mouth to nudge the front sight against the roof of your mouth to angle your head up, then pushing down on your tongue to move your head back down in a slow attempt at a nod. He laughs harder at this. "That's what I thought. Doin' real good for me, sweet thing."
He pulls back the gun, prompting you to open your mouth. Just like earlier, there's a string of saliva connecting your slacked tongue to the now soiled muzzle of his pistol, and he chuckles again while you shakily swallow.
"Ready for the real thing now?"
"Huh—?" You hardly get the word out before your eyes flit down to the prominent tent in Null's jeans. You look back up at his screen, his smirk still wide, and can barely nod before he's stepping back, slipping his pistol back into its holster despite the spit still dripping off the end of the muzzle.
"Up, and on your knees, doll."
You're already doing as he says before he's even finished his instructions. Whether anyone decides to walk in or not is your furthest concern by now, as you'd much rather focus on the way Null begins undoing his belt to give you exactly what you want.
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