#rope anon

[asktheveesavoxtekblog]

-Nods then picks up a pen to sign the contract, breathing in and out as I mentally prepare myself for the chain reaction of events to come on the way.-

- rope anon

“That’s a good toy~

“Thats enough you sickos”

[hunting-the-game]

"Good," she cooed. Teeth scraped along the shell of his ear. "I'd want to make sure I earned those pleas." Hands moved down to his shoulders, his sides. Fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt, the fingertips grazing the skin underneath.

"I think you'd be exquisite all tied up and splayed on a table," she mured, lips nuzzling the delicate skin behind Jake's ear. "Set up like my own personal feast, to taste and tease." Fingers skimmed along the top of his pants, as though she was considering her next step.

Jake shrugged his shoulders slightly, exhaling a shuddering breath at the teasing. Every touch was like lightning, his senses heightened with the loss of his sight.

The tips of his ears went red as she played with them and he bit his lip to hold back the small sounds that threatened to come out. And the visuals she was leaving him with definitely weren’t helping. He was sinking into them, equal parts nervous and eager.

He gently placed his hands over hers, leaning into her touch permissively. “Sounds like you thought this through,” he teased. “Did you bring your own rope with you too? Or are you having enough fun getting worked up?”

[kpopfanfictrash]

Ok so I maybe a little under le influence of things definitely kind of legal in some states which may or may not be my own, so bear with me here. If chism was a rope, not regular rope tho, like kinky sex rope, and I were me, I would want to be tied up by it. Not in a serial killer way, but like a kinky way.

u do u, my under le influence rope anon

[asktheveesavoxtekblog]

Valentino, how are you willing to use some rope?

“El cariño I’m willing to use it anyway you like~ Though only if your willing to make a contract ~ you can consider this your undress rehearsal ~”

[kpopfanfictrash]

Rope stuff anon back with an amendment: not like regular kinky stuff, but like emotionally kinky stuff. Like I love you so I’m gonna tell you about that one time I laughed so hard milkshake came out of my nose when I was nine. That kind of kinky. Cause you love them. Them being you and chism.

Ok so I think I wasn’t making sense. Chism is really good. Like emotionally. It’s nice. You’re a good writer and I’m gonna go to bed before I get anymore dumb thx 

LMAO THIS MADE ME CACKLE I love ur ramblings anon &I hope you stay hydrated and well, sweet dreams!!!

[hunting-the-game]

"Perhaps," she purred. The hand slid back, gently spanning the hollow of his throat. Tempting as it was to indulge in a little breath play, she refrained for now. Instead, the hand shifted, threading itself through his hair, nails gently raking the scalp.

"You'd like that, wouldn't ya? Tied up, no place t' go, and utterly at someone's mercy. Like a pretty li'l plaything, mm?" Lips brushed his ear as she leaned in close. "Tell me, do you beg as pretty as you look, Jake?"

Jake shivered despite himself, catching his lip between his teeth and his blush deepened. One thing about being blindfolded was that it allowed his mind to run wild, fixating on the words being spoken and clinging to them.

“I… uh…” He stumbled over his words, trying to focus long enough to come up with a response. The compliments were short circuiting his brain and he shrugged his shoulders, squirming away from how they made him feel. “I don’t… I don’t beg easy.”

True enough, if nothing else. He could be stubborn enough to hold onto his pride for a good long while. But it didn’t take that much more to break him when it came to this sort of thing either.

[hunting-the-game]

A cool hand could be felt as it caressed his scarred cheek, and a soft laugh sounded from in front of him. "You do yourself a disservice in denying that." The feminine voice drawled.

"'sides, a moment of surrender is something to be savored." The hand dropped to his chin, tilting it up. "Maybe you should try tying someone up so you can feel that rush."

There was a heartbeat that passed for contemplation. Two. "No. Come to think of it, you won't. You seem like the type to just surrender, mm? Surrender and enjoy it."

Jake was pretty certain of who this was by now, but that did very little to lessen how flustered it made him. The hand was cold on his hot skin, only blushing harder as he took in her words.

His breath caught in his throat as his chin tilted up, hyperaware of how exposed his throat was. After years in the fog his first thoughts drifted towards danger—the sharp bite of a knife or pressure of a bruising hand—but the tenderness of the motion brought other things to mind. Gentle touches and kisses and love bites.

The idea of tying someone up was interesting, the feeling of having that much power over someone else… but it was short lived. The disembodied voice was right, even if he struggled to admit it. “Looking to try and find out?” he teased, just barely hiding the breathlessness that threatened to come through.

[hunting-the-game]

"My, my, my. Just blindfolded but not all trussed up? Shame," purred a familiar voice. "You did look quite delicious like that~"

Jake looked around—an automatic response rendered useless by the blindfold—as heat rose to his face. He definitely recognized that voice, but he had a hard time placing it.

“Don’t know that I looked that good,” he mumbled, not quite sure how to respond to a compliment like that. Still, he bit his lip against a smile as he recalled how nice it felt to be tied up, just able to let go for a bit and release himself to the mercy of rope and gravity.

“I definitely wouldn’t mind being trussed up again, though.”