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Continued from x @squatchampion

“I’m glad you think so.” He calls back with thinly veiled amusement. There’s a shine in his eyes, beckoning the young man to come closer, take him on if he dared. The Director was in for a good fight today, and he knew it.

He blocked the raven haired SOLDIER’s attack to his right, silently admiring the usage of his own advice against him. Zack learned quick.

Good.

A few of those blows landed, but he continued to counter, mentally listing off the ways to throw his newly acquired sparring partner in a loop. Rarely did he ever find a fight that gave him a run for his money, after spending tireless hours training rookies who barely made the cut. He’d seen an endless crop of muscled teenage boys in what they viewed as their peak, only to tap out the moment he knocked them to the ground, arms twisted behind their back.

This one was different. This wasn’t someone with the heart of a Turk. Fair was much too pure to dabble in the things they resigned themselves to doing. He was energetic, passionate in all that he did.

It was much too hard to find that quality nowadays.

The Director kicks out, abandoning the introspection in favor of testing Zack’s limits.

#squatchampion #( shhh you're fine bb )

fieryknowledge

For the ship meme: Tseng ;D

Anonymously or not, tell me who you ship my muse with.

“Director I am no fool, I know you sent this.”

not-tomorrow

“I had no doubts about your deductive skills.” The Director gives a noncommittal wave of the hand. “But not quite. I had my secretary send this in my stead. I hope the message is well received nonetheless.”

#fieryknowledge #<3

hcpelesshercmoved

@not-tomorrow. || Continued from [ x ].

A little known fact to many;

The only thing sharper than the Director of the Turks were the canines sinking their way into the SOLDIER’s neck. Call it a moment of weakness, or one of strength. Call it what you wish, there was only one thing he’d come to do.

He’d come for a piece of the raven haired SOLDIER, while the getting was good. Tseng was not one to waste an opportunity.

“That would be me, Zack.” He murmurs deeply, pressing his lips to tanned skin once more.

“Surprised?”

it was strange. of all the people Zack could think of for doing something like this… Tseng was among the last people he pictured. he had never thought the other man had found any interest in him at all. especially not of the intimate variety. but to feel the man’s lips, his teeth, on his skin, it sent his imagination reeling. he shuddered at the murmured words, feeling the warmth of those surprisingly soft lips against his skin again, finding himself pressing against the Director with a needy groan.

『 ❝ y–yeah… k–kinda… ❞ 』

not-tomorrow

Something he had in common with others, the Director had something of a soft spot for the young Fair. His own self-control and position kept him from advancing any further than their occasional banter, but said control had been ditched in favor of more pleasurable pastimes.

“Then let me give you something to distract you from the shock.” Slender fingers ran down that impressively muscled chest, stopping at the slight bulge in the young man’s pants. He let the pads of his fingers rest atop the area, the promises endless.

“You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

#The Most Dangerous Game (flirty Tseng)#The Martyr #Nsfw

hcpelesshercmoved

◆ [not-tomorrow]

send ’ ◆ ’ for my muses reaction to yours nibbling/biting their neck. || @not-tomorrow.

alternatively send ’ ◆ + reverse ’ for my muse to nibble/bite your muses neck.

Zack stilled when he felt the warmth of breath on his neck, his own breath hitching in his throat when lips pressed against the soft skin, followed by the feeling of teeth digging into the flesh. he shuddered, biting down on his lip to avoid letting out a moan, almost automatically tipping his head to the side. it was easy to see that his neck was a weak point for him. he was surprised, however, when he saw who exactly it was doing this to him, his eyes growing wide.

『 ❝ …T–Tseng? ❞ 』

not-tomorrow

A little known fact to many;

The only thing sharper than the Director of the Turks were the canines sinking their way into the SOLDIER’s neck. Call it a moment of weakness, or one of strength. Call it what you wish, there was only one thing he’d come to do.

He’d come for a piece of the raven haired SOLDIER, while the getting was good. Tseng was not one to waste an opportunity.

“That would be me, Zack.” He murmurs deeply, pressing his lips to tanned skin once more.

“Surprised?”

#herofought #The Most Dangerous Game (flirty Tseng)#Nsfw #The Martyr #[Zack]#The Director #[Tseng]#tsengzack

vaememes

send ' ◆ ' for my muses reaction to yours nibbling/biting their neck.

alternatively send ’ ◆ + reverse ’ for my muse to nibble/bite your muses neck.

person: you're pretty cool!

me: oh my god prepare to be very disappointed

grab-an-idea

Kidnapped Starters

WARNING: possibly triggering content below!

Kidnapper

“Hush now. If you scream too loud I may be forced to do something you’ll regret.”

“You are a pretty thing aren’t you?”

“Trust me. You were no crime of opportunity. I’m getting paid a lot of money to deliver you.”

“They say, 2/3 of kidnappings are performed by someone the victim knows. Want to take a guess as to who I am?”

“You are in no place to be making demands, missy/mister.”

“Say one more word, and I may be forced to cut out that sharp tongue of yours.”

“I am sorry about this. Guess you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Lucky me.”

“Are you ready to behave, or do you require more punishment?”

“You better behave. You won’t like me when I’m angry.”

“Every time you misbehave I add a tally. You don’t want to know what happens after.”

“Beg. Convince me why I should keep you alive.”

“Looks like your _______ came through with the ransom after all. However, I’ve grown rather fond of you. I think I’ll keep you.”

“I’ve always wanted a pet. I wonder what sounds you can make.”

“When you can control yourself the gag will be removed.”

“You were being so careful too. Next time you think someone is following you. They probably are.”

“And where do we think we’re going?”

“They say when you can’t see your other senses amplify. What do my touches feel like, pet?”

“If you behave maybe you’ll get your own bed at my feet.”

Victim

“P-please. I-I didn’t see your face. J-just let me go, and n-no one will know.”

“Help, please!”

“Who are you? Show yourself!”

“You think tying me to a chair and swinging a knife is enough to intimidate me?”

“How do you know my name?”

“Tying me to a bed. Very subtle.”

“Please. I-I have money.”

“Why? Why me?”

“Could you loosen the handcuffs? They’re chafing my wrists.”

“You better hope I don’t get out of here.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want. Just please let me go.”

“Mmph!”

“Please. I can’t feel my legs.”

“No, no more. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Is the gun supposed to scare me?”

#ask memes

“Please, Master, please~”

"Not until you show me how much you /really/ need it." The Director whispers, yanking harshly on Noctis' hair."I'm very patient, and we have all the time in the world."

therpmemesthething

BDSM Kink Sentence Starters |NSFW|

“You look pretty in your new collar, pet.”

“Come here, I want you kneeling in front of me.”

“Did I tell you, you could do that?”

“Master/Mistress, can I have my collar, please?”

“Beg.”

“Please, Master/Mistress, please~”

“I love my new collar Master/Mistress.”

“Sit in my lap.”

“Do I have to punish you?”

“Can I touch you, Master/Mistress?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Beg more. I want to really believe it, pet.”

“I’ve been bad, punish me.”

“You’ve been so good, you deserve a treat~”

“I want all of it, Master/Mistress!”

“Greedy aren’t you?”

“Fill me up, please, Master/Mistress, I want to be full~”

“Fuck me! Please~”

“I’m going to make you scream with pleasure~”

“Come.”

In Honor of Munday, I present to you myself at Katsucon yesterday as The Director himself

#Munday #Tseng #The Director #Office Hours #I put it under read more because... ick #Don't follow me unless you're an rp blog for this please #I just felt it was relevant

fieryknowledge

"I don't believe we got to finish up last time." Slipping into Ignis' lap, the Director smirked. "Why don't you show me what you can do when you're not behind the mask?" [Not-tomorrow]

@not-tomorrow

Ignis was busy with paperwork from a previous mission. He’d heard the door open and knew that Tseng was there but he didn’t take his eyes away from his task at hand. It was when Tseng came to his chair and pulled him away that he had his attention. He looked up at Tseng’s face, seeing a rather strange look there before long legs straddled his waist. Despite Tseng’s compact form, the man had more weight to him then Ignis expected and he had to shift his legs to accommodate the weight. “Sir…what are you doing?” He knew exactly what Tseng had meant but surely this was some kind of odd test. It was the middle of the day and though he had his own room, it was no safety that they wouldn’t be found in an odd position. His face heated up but he didn’t push the director away, he wouldn’t. His hands instead found their place securely on Tseng’s legs, feeling up the muscular thighs that hid behind the same pants they all were made to wear. “We really should do this elsewhere…sir.”

not-tomorrow

The Director let out a deep chuckle, hands settling on the arm rests of the chair. This was deliberate, a move to cage the younger Turk, to see what he’d respond with. It was clear as to what he wanted, but not so much what Ignis wanted. Ideally, Tseng wanted his gestures reciprocated, having not found peace in their abrupt end the previous night.

There he sat, settled upon the younger Turk’s lap with an unspoken ultimatum. And the answer to his open ended inquiry had been exactly what he was looking for. “My office, ten minutes. It’s less likely anyone will walk in there than here.” Sliding off the brunet’s lap, he slid his fingers under the man’s chin, murmuring in dulcet tones. “Don’t keep me waiting.” And with that, he was gone as quick and abruptly as he’d come.

fieryknowledge

A sharp intake of breath left him as Tseng elegantly slid off his lap. He watched as if in a daze as the man touched him so lightly on his chin. Instinctively he’d lean forward, as if expecting more but he was left wanting.

The moment the door closed it was like he was snapped out of a trance. He blinked and cleared his throat, adjusting his black tie as well. What had just happened was odd to say the least. Tseng for years had practically raised him, he was almost like a father rather than a coworker and yet the throbbing in his pants didn’t agree with that idea.

He debated with himself, unsure on if he should get up and go but eventually decided he would. He stood out the door for awhile, pacing back and forth and fighting with himself on if he should enter. His hand was at the doorknob but instead he stopped and knocked first. He’d announced it was him and when he heard that low tone of ‘Come in’ He shivered.

Ignis quickly entered, closing the door behind him and locking it. He kept his back to Tseng, nervous to look at him and what he’d seen. Those dark honey eyes would be staring at him in that seductive manner they had in his office, he wasn’t ready for it just yet. “I’m…here sir.”

not-tomorrow

Tseng had been leaned against his desk, ready for the young man’s arrival. While the Director had been a guide for Ignis for many years, lately he’d begun to come to some realizations about their ‘relationship’, or at least... How far he would go for the sake of a certain bespectacled Turk. Not that anyone else had known, of course.

It was their own little secret. A bit more evident to the holder of such (Tseng). He fought his own attachments, only to give in the moment they’d been challenged by the holder of such affections. And damn, what a way to be challenged.

With the man’s inner confidence proudly displayed for him to see as he guided Ignis (once again) through another one of the Turk’s roles; Actor. It was believable, because it had been part of Ignis. Repressed but there.

Hook, line and sinker, Tseng found himself drawn to the man’s Eros. It brought him closer, and closer until he was left wanting more; Only to be interrupted by Reno’s sudden intrusion and left to the wall. “You could stand to be closer, Ignis.” He drawls slowly, intense eyes drinking in the sight of the younger agent. The Director beckoned slowly, motioning for Ignis to come closer.

#fieryknowledge #Specs 'verse

lightningrodturk

“Hush, do you /want/ to get caught?” [Not-tomorrow]

@not-tomorrow

As much as Reno was trying to keep quiet, he was failing drastically. Tseng was just touching him in places that brought out soft groans from him. The redhead could be louder, as it was no lie he was a very vocal lover.

This wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind when he came to Tseng’s office. But when he’d opened the door and saw him sitting at his desk, well, Reno had flipped the lock, sauntered over to said desk and crawled on top of it on his hands and knees, and reached out to snag his boss’ tie to pull him forward to boldly kiss him. He hadn’t expected to be pulled from the desk and onto his lap, where he currently straddled him in quite the heavy make out session. is shirt was half open, jacket still in place on his shoulders. And yet, those slender fingers were trailing in places that would either make him hiss, groan, or bite his lip to keep from crying out.

“S’not like I’m tryin’ t’ be loud, yo,” he murmurs out, as his lips trail along his cheek to his jaw where he nibbles lightly. His own hands bury into smooth, ebony locks as he shifts his hips on Tseng’s lap. “But if you keep touchin’ me like that, I make no promises.”

not-tomorrow

#lightningrodturk #TsengReno #Oooo #Nsfw

fieryknowledge

"I don't believe we got to finish up last time." Slipping into Ignis' lap, the Director smirked. "Why don't you show me what you can do when you're not behind the mask?" [Not-tomorrow]

@not-tomorrow

Ignis was busy with paperwork from a previous mission. He’d heard the door open and knew that Tseng was there but he didn’t take his eyes away from his task at hand. It was when Tseng came to his chair and pulled him away that he had his attention. He looked up at Tseng’s face, seeing a rather strange look there before long legs straddled his waist. Despite Tseng’s compact form, the man had more weight to him then Ignis expected and he had to shift his legs to accommodate the weight. “Sir…what are you doing?” He knew exactly what Tseng had meant but surely this was some kind of odd test. It was the middle of the day and though he had his own room, it was no safety that they wouldn’t be found in an odd position. His face heated up but he didn’t push the director away, he wouldn’t. His hands instead found their place securely on Tseng’s legs, feeling up the muscular thighs that hid behind the same pants they all were made to wear. “We really should do this elsewhere…sir.”

not-tomorrow

The Director let out a deep chuckle, hands settling on the arm rests of the chair. This was deliberate, a move to cage the younger Turk, to see what he’d respond with. It was clear as to what he wanted, but not so much what Ignis wanted. Ideally, Tseng wanted his gestures reciprocated, having not found peace in their abrupt end the previous night.

There he sat, settled upon the younger Turk’s lap with an unspoken ultimatum. And the answer to his open ended inquiry had been exactly what he was looking for. “My office, ten minutes. It’s less likely anyone will walk in there than here.” Sliding off the brunet’s lap, he slid his fingers under the man’s chin, murmuring in dulcet tones. “Don’t keep me waiting.” And with that, he was gone as quick and abruptly as he’d come.

#Fieryknowledge #TsengNis #TsengIg?#Specs verse #<3

lightningrodturk

It wasn’t long until Reno moved the towel away from his nose as he scrunched his face a bit. At least it had stopped bleeding. Taking the water bottle, he opens it to pour a little into the towel to start cleaning himself up first before tackling the spots on the floor. At least there were dark spots, so his staining the carpet with his blood wasn’t going to be too much of an issue.

“Right. So get high before I get here. Got it.” He smirks a bit as he looks up at Tseng, that shit eating look on his features. “How else you think I get my work done, yo?”

not-tomorrow

At the very least, the floor would be clean by the end of the day. Something that brought him minimal relief in a sea of endless irritation.

Always a smart response. Without missing a beat, the Director responded with a smirk. “If you can find your way in without falling on your face, I welcome it.” If one thing about the Wutainese man, his stoic demeanor meant nothing when it came to a decent comeback.

“Hmph, I don’t know. Maybe by sitting down and doing it before it’s due?”

#lightningrodturk