#spiraling about it

[syoddeye]

cw: noncon elements, spit kink.

thinking about this and while i think price threatens you with the gaz/soap combo, ghost takes it upon himself to really cement the pecking order in your thick skull.

that’s how you end up strung up by the wrists, dangling from a mounted hook, toes barely skimming the mat. the strain in your already sore shoulders near-unbearable. you’re too proud to breathe a word and he either does not notice or care.

he’s busy anyway. between rounds of fucking with you—poking at your bruises, scrawling property of bravo gym on your chest, grinding a palm between your legs until you shake—he’s at the heavy bag beside you, running drills. the sound echoes off the walls. fists cracking against leather, grunts animal and borderline unnecessary.

he makes you ask nice when he takes a water break and surprisingly, he obliges. only to insist you drink what he spits in your mouth.

what? a little spit is where you draw the line?

funny. not what he heard from price.

[lyriumsings]

weighed myself and i should not have lol