He looked up at you throat dry but no words came out and that had nothing to do with the duct tape on his mouth. Suddenly that cold feeling of the floor and the wall felt worse the closer you came. But, of course... he was pathetic enough to get aroused by it, something about you being so obsessive and harsh with him made him want to be yours all the more. The feeling of complete forced submission that he used to dread turned into a disgusting addiction to you.
Looks like all your work paid off?
"You didn't think you were running away did you? You should've." You looked at him your usual slight manic and sadism in your eyes accompanied by amusement for the situation. You saw him on your cameras uncuffing himself to move around the house and re-cuffing as soon as he knew it was time for you to come back home. "I saw you get out of the cuffs don't play dumb with me. You took the key from me when I wasn't looking three days ago. Didn't you?" Your voice filled with a deceptive sweetness. He knew he was in trouble for getting caught and there was no way around it, but he wasn't about to fight back or protest or even remotely deny his actions. He knew he was going to face the consequences much to his and your sick delight.
"Go on, let yourself out and let me see." He didn't need any more words.
You pulled a chair and sat in front of him holding your kitchen knife enjoying the show as he slowly took out the key he hid under the crack in the floorboard and uncuffed himself. He dropped his arms to the ground staying in his position.
"Go ahead, stand up and do whatever you want. Clearly you want to leave don't you?" You stayed sitting there speaking sweetly to him as he stood there looking back at you. "Why wont you run away now? I'm giving you the chance?" She stood up and looked up at him.
He looked down and just knew if he left he would have even more dire consequences though he was tempted. He learnt from the first time around not to take you seriously when you said stuff like that. He didn't bother waiting for you to give him orders to say sorry or to kneel for a punishment. He ripped off the tape and got onto his knees and grabbed your legs.
"Im sorry. Please forgive me, I- I wont do it again. Please, I don't want to leave or run away! I love you as much as you love me. I- I didn't want to leave. I swear! I just got up to walk around and stretch. Im sorry for breaking the rules. Please, please forgive me please my love." He pleaded and grovelled as much as he knew how to persuade you into letting him off, but he knew that even if he begged he wasn't getting away from some sort of consequence for his actions.
You stared down at him for a second before you smiled. Just as he thought he would get away even just a little, you kicked him hard in the stomach. He coughed and looked up at you his eyes already glassy and knowing what was coming and yet, he matched your sadistic smile with a pathetically needy whimper. "You think your so smart don't you? Being all submissive and and pathetic at my feet so that I'd let you off hm? You think that's what ill do" You stepped on his chest hard looking down at the pathetic man beneath you.
"N-no I dont think I'm smart! Please, please I swear I wasnt trying to leave. I promise" he pleaded with her to have some mercy on him though he knew damn well he wanted that punishment. She laughed at him before she got off and spoke. "Go get the tools and toys you want used on you."
you’re awakened to satoru looming over your bed, clapping his hands in your face.
“what’re you doing..?” you say groggily, rubbing your eyes.
“well, you’re just about late for work, darlin’, he chirps.
“fuck!” you immediately jump out of bed, get dressed and dash out through the door, not even bothering to say goodbye to your lover.
you get back home quite late, already dreading what’s waiting inside for you. when you’re gone for long periods of time, satoru gets.. moody.
“i’m home,” you say, but get no response. “‘toru?” nothing.
you sneak around into the kitchen, then the bathroom, and finally, you see your bedroom door slightly ajar. you smirk and tiptoe inside, seeing a tuft of white hair bobbing right to left at the edge of your bed.
“bah!” you exclaim, grabbing his shoulders and giving him a little shake. he jumps, and quickly fumbles with his hands.
“‘toru?” you glance down, and then you understand what was happening.
“oh. my. god.” you say flatly, releasing his shoulders and stepping back.
“what?” he says, zipping his pants back up nonchalantly. “you weren’t here to do anything about it. i was getting desperate.”
“you’re.. such a slut,” you scoff, inching back to him. “if you wanted to be touched, you should’ve just said so. what else am i here for?”
satoru grins and pulls his legs up to his chest, barricading his dick away from you. “too late. i already finished.”
you laugh mockingly. “i know you aren’t satisfied with just your hands.”
he scowls. “as a matter of fact, i am. let’s just go make something to eat. i bet you’re starv— oh!”
you bring his legs back down and you’ve already yanked his pants off, palming his dick through his boxers.
“gah.. wai-wait..” he says, trying to push you back, but failing to do so. “i just came.. it won’t happen— ngh.. again!”
“is that a promise?” you sneer, taking his cock out— which is already hard again.
“fuck..” he mumbles, turning to the side. You flip him over and kiss him on his cheek, making him blush even harder than before.
“you embarrassed?” you whisper into his ear before nibbling on it slightly, making him shiver.
“nnghh— n-no..” he groans as you wrap your slender fingers over his penis and stroke up and down in painfully slow motions.
“f-fuck— agh.. m-mommy..” he mewls. “pl-please— just.. just- anh~ stop..!”
“but, i wanna see that pretty face you make when you cum,” you pout, kissing him and licking the roof of his mouth, which gets a moan out of him.
“i-i can’t.. i-i’m already— hnngh—!” your hands start moving faster, and they grip tighter. “i-i just came! it’s— augh..! too much..” tears begin to prickle his eyes as he drops his head into the nape of your neck.
“you can do it, ‘toru.” you croon into his ear, licking it this time. “you’re so close, you just need to cum for me. you can do that, can’t you?”
he nods as you wipe a stray tear away. he looks gorgeous— all flushed, tears streaming down his face, and he’s all sensitive. it takes everything in you not to overstimulate him more than you already are.
“m-mommy.. hic.. i-i’m close..” he struggles to lift his head as his tears dampen your shirt. you stroke his back and blow on his ear as your pace quickens.
“cum for me, ‘toru,” you tickle the back of his neck and he melts into your touch.
“i-i’m— cummin— nnghh—!” he climaxes with a loud whimper, his whole body shaking from the second orgasm.
“good job, baby,” you pepper his face with kisses as he catches his breath, the tears still flowing.
“sh-shut up…” he says shakily. you tap the slit of his dick, which sends a shock throughout his whole body, making him whine.
“no more.. please,” he huffs, slouching against you.
“alright, alright,” you laugh, giving him a smooch.
What if call of duty + how they are in bed brainrot part 3 with Kleo, nova, stiletto, etc 🤔 just a theory hmmmmm
Warning: talks of sex
Also, sorry for the long ass silence from me. Been stuck in a loop of being unmotivated and in a noisy ass house, so writing was a pain in the ass, so I wasn’t able to get shit done. But here ya go, enjoy my love for KorTac and the others!
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Izzy
Izzy loves nothing more than to test limits and push your patience until there’s none just for you to force her onto her knees and take complete control over her, nothing is better than raw power to her. She loves being reminded of her place in your life as she’s often forgotten about, wanting to be reminded that she’s someone worth your time. Needing to know that she’s the one that has your heart and makes you feel something special. But that doesn’t mean that she wants you to be gentle with her - be mean, make her cry, pull her hair, and slap her. She wants sex to be as messy and mean as possible, it makes her feel alive and nothing is better than feeling the rush of the pain that turns into pleasure.
Izzy also wants you to love her whole heartily, not once looking back at those that came before her so she will try and live past your expectations. Your ex never squirted? Well, she can make it gush like a fountain. Your ex didn’t go down on you? She lives to have her face buried between soft thighs. She will make sure you never once think of your ex and remind you all the reasons you’re with her. But do not forget the punishments! Izzy wants nothing more than your full attention so expect her to be a brat and fight you over every little thing. And it’s all just to get you to try and dominate her, so she has spent more time over your knee and in a chastity belt than she has on her knees.
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“Fender” Takacs
Now if you’re into a slow and romantic kind of sex, then Fender is your kind of man. He loves to live fast and go out with a bang any day of the week but once behind the bedroom door, he wants to take his time and savor every bit of it. Every moan and whine is swallowed with kisses, whispers in Hungarian, and bodies tangled in the silk sheets is the kind of love he makes with you. He wants something real, something that lasts. Something he can remember when he’s off in the field and missing you. Fender just wants a reason to live every day to the fullest and it usually starts with the memories under the blanket.
Fender is a simple man when it comes to sex. He’s not really kinky and doesn’t have anything wild he’s into, but he definitely likes bondage and blindfolds as they just feel so right. Having your vision taken away for the moment, letting you feel every shape he traces into your skin and hear every whisper of the fabric when he shifts along the bed. Making your breath hitch and your body throb for more - it’s all he desires along with hearing his name leave your beautiful lips. Give him a reason to live and you will forever be his home.
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Darnell “Hutch” Hutchinson
Hutch is a big muncher; there is no way this man would pass up the chance to bury his face between thighs. Tongue messily lapping at your sweet nectar and his nose pressed firmly against your cute little clit, pulling those sweet noises out of you as your legs are up to your tummy. Hutch will do anything to eat you out even if you don’t return the favor as eating you out alone is a reward for him. He can come at your taste alone so never worry about anything being unfair for him.
But outside eating you like the five-course meal you are, Hutch is someone that doesn’t necessarily need roles to have sex and not really into playing roles. He finds them to be a bother and unnecessary as he is more worried about you both cumming until you cannot. So, if you want to be on top, then give him a clear sign or he will simply just push you onto your back. He’s not a bully in or out of the sheets, he’s a big sweetheart and could never hurt you so do not expect any wild and rough sex out of nowhere. Just always communicate your desires and he will be more than happy to make your fantasy happen.
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Calisto Allard
Calisto as you know from my previous work, she’s a submissive woman that enjoys letting all control go. Wanting nothing more than to be taken care of and told where to move, and how to. Nothing makes her feel good than having someone to rely on as she does enough thinking and controlling in the field. Sex is the place she wants to let go and be the one being taken care of and not have to use her brain.
Tell her where to lay, how to spread her legs and show off her pussy. Make it know she’s yours and her pussy is yours - that cumming it a reward. Guide her through her orgasms, talk to her and let her hear your voice. And then flip her over, have her spread her ass cheeks and lick her asshole. Rim her, finger her, and stretch her hole out while feeling her push back. Dominate her gently and bring her to the throws of ecstasy over and over again. Just take control and let her mindlessly follow your lead.
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Hiro “Oni” Watanabe
Hiro enjoys many things and one of them is impact play. He loves to have you over his lap, ass up for him to grab and rub, and send his hand down on it. Watching the skin ripple and jiggle without care. He adores how it turns red from every smack and the pretty noises that spill from your lips. It’s all he wants outside having his cock buried into your sweet little hole until you’re creaming around him, making a mess until you cannot anymore. He just wants you to be satisfied and fucked stupid by the end of the night.
Hiro adores you in every way possible - he doesn’t always have to smack your ass silly to make you feel good. He will bury his face between your legs, work two fingers into and out your sopping hole, and make your eyes roll with every roll of his hips. He exists to make you happy and fulfilled as he comes from a life of lies and secrets, and he wants you to never worry that you do not have him fully. Hiro wants you to know that he’s not going anywhere and you’re his main focus, and by proving it, there’s no such things as quickies for him. He will take his time, working out sweet noise and delectable nectar from you until you’re shaking.
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Sami “Zero” Zakaria
One thing about Sami, is that he adores lingerie. Nothing wild or fancy - just the prettiest shade of color in the soft fabric of your choice, it will have him dropping to his knees to worship you. He doesn’t care if he will be late to a late-night meeting or an op, Sami will fit you in his schedule. You in whatever style of set you decided to doll yourself in, he will worship you like the goddess/god you are and mutter in Egyptian like a babbling fool. But do not make fun of him, he just cannot help himself when you look utterly gorgeous like that.
Get used to rug burn from his beard, there’s no way you’re walking away unscratched as he’s a passionate lover and will suffocate himself between your thighs. Sami will gladly go out that way and not have any regrets because he just wants to become one with you even if it’s a short amount of time. Living a life with blood soaking his hands, he has many sins he has committed and knows that his heart may weigh more than a feather, but he wants to be selfish and worship you until the end of his time. So, he will spend his nights coaxing you to lay back, pulling your pretty panties to the side, and lathering your pretty body with his passionate kisses.
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Rozlin “Roze” Helms
In my previous post, I stated that she was a switch that loved to play whatever part you wished her to play and she mastered it without a flaw. You will never hear her complain about it, Rozlin will love to dominate you and make you a shaking, gushing mess around her fingers until the sheets are soaked in your juices. Or she will be more than happy to straddle you and ride you until she’s babbling incoherently. She just wants to make you happy and feel good herself, and what better way to do that than fuck each other’s brains out in the bedroom. Just give her a sign of what you want, and she will give you the moon and stars to make sure it happens.
I said it before, and I will say it again - Rozlin loves roleplaying. With her job, she had played many parts just to complete a mission, and she knows just how to execute it without a hair out of place. So, when you give her a sexy fire fighter uniform you bought off a website, she would confidently wear it and put on a show. Pulling off the act of a worried fire fighter that was called in for a supposed fire, clicking her tongue almost in annoyance as she sees you laying across the bed sexily, and putting you on all fours to spank your perky ass. Grabbing a fistful of your hair and snarling lewdly into your ear as she fingers your sopping hole, making you ‘regret’ wasting her time, all to make your cum over and over until you’re crawling away.
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Declan O’Conor
Oh, dear Declan, he’s a blushing bride when it comes to submitting but do not stop no matter how red he gets, get as rough as you want with him. He’s definitely the type of submissives that get embarrassed by their own submission as he’s stuck with the ideology that a man has to be dominant in a relationship. But he’s so tired of being the one in control, Declan just wants to exist without thinking for a few hours and wants to be taken care of. He knows he’s a hardass and can be a little overbearing at times, it’s all old news but nothing makes him hard fast like the way you shoot him a glare and tell him off. Making his brain shut off and his second head think for him, making it obvious with how his knees shake slightly and his eyes seem to widen slightly as if he’s slightly begging for more.
Make him get on his knees, tell him to beg for you to touch his hard, leaking cock until his balls are wringing dry. Have him lay back and be used as a living dildo for you, forced to take everything you give him and have him sobbing out thank you while tugging on the restraints. Declan knows it’s a far cry from his usual bravo, but he doesn’t give a damn when it’s just the two of you - he exists for your pleasure and will deny it if you mention it around anyone. His submission is for your eyes and ears only; he will not allow anyone else see him like that and will shoot down any offers to add another person. Sex with you is the most vulnerable and intimate space, he will not let it be turned into a show for someone other than you.
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Tor “Aksel” Eriksen
Since he usually keeps his hair long until he’s made to shave it for missions, he likes his hair being pulled and used as a handle for you to tug him where you want him to be. He’s not submissive but he loves to be used as a toy for you to get off on, he adores the needy and cute behavior you display when he’s fucking you. Your hand finding its way into his shoulder length hair, tugging it as your whine and bucking your hips against his mouth as he laps at your drooling hole. It makes him rut against the mattress to see you so utterly debauched and unable to control yourself. He wants you to feel good at his own expense.
Tor also adores a little slapping. He likes when you give him firm smacks across the face when riding him, making pain blossom under his skin before it turns into ripples of pleasure. It’s enough to make him cum in your sweet, tight hole while letting out a throaty moan. He likes the little acts of control he gives you, making you feel in control while he holds your waist and helps you ride him with every feverish tremble, causing you to whimper and whine. It’s so sexy to him and he’s addicted to it, wanting nothing more than to see you assert some form of dominance while he holds the upper hand the whole time.
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Zosar “Zeus” Kalu
Zosar is a man of many things but one thing he is, and that’s a soft dominant. He’s a sweetheart to you - praises rolling off his tongue like fine silk and oozing with pure love. Never once had he uttered a cruel and degrading word, he whispers sweetly while his calloused hands map out your body, loving the feeling of your soft skin against his worn hands. It makes shivers run down his spine, feeling like he’s corrupting something so pure and innocent - like a lamb just waiting to be slaughtered. And because of that, he has a small corruption kink. Loving the feeling he’s ruining you and shaping you into something only he can enjoy but would never objectify you.
With the corruption, he loves the innocence of you even if you’re as experienced as him in sex. No matter how experienced you are, he will always feel like you’re so innocent and naive compared to him due to his hardships and demons - you are pure like snow compared to him. And it’s a delicious mix to him, feeling like he has to be gentle and careful with you even if you cry and beg for him to go harder. He just wants you to feel cherished and adored, but he’s not above fucking you like a whore if you so desperately needed it. Pushing your legs over his shoulders and rutting into your greedy hole while grunting praises in his native language.
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Salvatrice “Stiletto” Muesli
Soft dom all the way with a rough streak, always knowing how to play between the fine lines of lovemaking and fucking like she hates you. But she will always make it known that you’re loved with how she looks at you, making sure you never break eye contact while her strap is balls deep in you. Holding your throat lightly not to choke you but to feel the pressure while sweet nothings leaving her lips despite the rough thrusts she was giving you. Melting your brain and reshaping you into a sweet and adorable little doll for her to love and please. Salvatrice just adores you and wants nothing more than to make sure every one of your needs are met before she could think about satisfying herself. Even though seeing you so fucked dump is enough to have her close to an orgasm.
As stated in my previous post, she’s an anal fan so do expect your ass to be played with at least once before the night is ended as she just loves seeing your cunt/cock leaking with need and your asshole stretching around her toy. It doesn’t have to be a dildo; it could be vibrator or even anal plug - she will make sure it’s plugged with something before giving your nipples some love. Wanting to make sure every inch of you is tingling with pleasure, melting that cute little brain of yours and you’re simply existing under her. Whispering and peppering kisses along your face and neck, making sure you know how much she adores you. Worshipping you the way you deserve.
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Klaus Fisker
As an older man in his mid to late forties (my personal headcannon), he has lots of experience and explored sexually. Finding what worked and what didn’t with him but one thing that stuck with him - collaring. Something about putting a pretty collar or choker if that’s what you’re comfortable with, having his name on it for him to see was arousing. Knowing he was putting his mark - his claim on you even for the night. It was just so addictive to watch the name tag or letting shine in the light as you’re kneeling in front of him.
Running his hand along your nape before grabbing a small fistful of your hair, being gentle with it as he coos about how cute you look. Making you feel his presence and ownership over you but not being overly aggressive. Prioritizing your comfort while still giving himself the satisfaction of having you all to himself. Devoted and loved by you is all he needed, knowing you were his even for the night was all he wanted. The world is big and scary, he may not make it to see tomorrow so having you even for a night is worth every second. And he will savor it for as long as possible.
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Ana Vega
She's cocky and always prepared to be rough with you as she loves seeing you choking out moans and crying. Never against your wishes, she will always wait for the green light and stop when you utter the safe word. But she’s more than happy to rough you up - smacking you and spitting in your face, calling you all kinds of names and making you feel humiliated. But she will always be sure to reassure you that it’s all just an act, that she doesn’t believe it and you’re her sweet angel. But for the moment, you’re her dirty whore and will be treated as such.
Despite her rough and mean nature in the bedroom, she does enjoy slow and passionate lovemaking. Rolling her hips nice and painfully slow, kissing you passionately while you’re in missionary. One hand hiking your thigh further up her waist while the other fisting the pillow by your head. Mutters and sweet nothing leaving her while she swallowed all your pretty moans, wanting to keep them to herself tonight. Keeping you quiet and under her as she makes you feel every bit of her toy, keeping you full and stuffed without an inch between you two.
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Osmond “Oz” Ryan
Oz loves many things but bondage is one of his favorite things, it can go either way. He doesn’t mind letting you have control for the night, tying his wrists to the bedposts while you ride his cock and turning him into a moaning mess under you. Watching you control the pace with every bounce of your ass, moving in a steady rhythm and drawing out every noise you could from him. Making him feel pathetic with how easy it was for you to reduce him to that state but he can’t bring himself to stop. It just feels too good to let his pride take over.
But tying you up? Osmond loves seeing your pretty body tied up by his skilled hands, making sure your legs are kept open for him. Letting himself enjoy the sight of you so vulnerable and ready for anything he had in store, slowly circling you like a predator. Sliding his hands along your shoulders and neck, giving your throat a little squeeze before pulling back. Teasing you with the tip of his shoe against your sensitive clit/tip, making sure to have you on the very edge before pulling away. Wanting to hear you moan and beg for him, and he will before more than happy to give it if you beg prettily.
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Mila
Mila is a soft submissive when it comes to sex. She can handle pain and discomfort but when it comes to sex, she wants none of that when she’s allowing herself to be completely vulnerable with you. Allowing herself to be naked and under you, giving all of herself to you without any hesitation. It’s a time for her to feel safe and loved, not degraded and hurt when she wants nothing more than to feel good and please you. And because of that, she’s a service sub that just adores devoting herself to you.
Finding herself on her knees and kissing up your legs until she reached your crotch, looking up at you for approval before she lathers it with attention. Kissing and licking every inch of it, moaning and whimpering in pleasure from the taste of you alone. Seeing you enjoy it and tasting you is all she needs to slip into subspace and simply exist to please. Keeping any and all work repeated things out of her mind and melting into a shape of whatever you wanted while you guide her head. Keeping her where you want her and helping her take every bit of you while you remind her to empty her head. She had no use for thinking on her own.
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Mace
Mace loves choking you. Not roughly to make you pass out, but enough to restrict some of the airways. After all, sex is no fun if you’re passed out so, he can’t risk you drifting off to dreamland as he fucked you silly. So, his hand is firm yet gentle around your throat with every hard roll of his hips, your thighs smacking against his. Making you choke out the sweetest moans he’s ever heard while he kept you in place. But Mace is a nice man, he wouldn’t be rougher than you could take - he knows how much you can take and never giving you more than you can handle.
He knows how to pace himself and he did that with you riding his cock. Riding is his favorite position no matter the position you took, he just loved seeing you above him. Controlling the pace and bouncing all sexily on his cock, taking inch by inch in your sopping hole while he lays back and enjoys the show. And to make it better, his hands find their way on your body. One on your ass to leave handprints that definitely won’t fade until next week and the other around your throat. Making you look down at him with teary eyes as your velvety walls clench around him.
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Velikan
Unsurprisingly, he has a masked kink. So original, I know, but he cannot help it. Wearing a mask takes away the ability to see how fucked out he is for your sweet holes, making it a mystery of his eyes are open or closed as he fucks himself stupid. Using every excuse, he can to keep his helmet on as he has you in doggystyle, fucking you like a dog in heat as his masked face stares down at you, hearts in his eyes. But you wouldn’t know it if he wasn’t grunting and growling like a beast from how tight and warm you were. He was sure he could live with his cock buried in you without a problem.
As you could tell, he’s sensitive and easily overwhelmed with pleasure which he takes advantage of often. He loves how fucked dumb he gets easily and will have you bent over the nearest flat surface and rut into you like it was mating session. It’s never about power or control to him, he doesn’t give a damn who’s controlling who in the bedroom, he sees sex as a mutual benefit. You both are getting something out of it, so why care who’s calling the shots? Just let him tug his cock out of his pants and drop your underwear, he doesn’t mind if it’s a little sloppy and unromantic. He just wants to be connected and fucked like it’s the last thing that matters.
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Kleopatros “Kleo” Gavras
Power bottom that demands what she wants and how she wants it, Kleo doesn’t take no for an answer. But don’t let that fool you, she’s only doing it as she wants you to be rough and give her a reason to cry about it. Be mean - smack her, spank her until her ass hurts just sitting the next day, and treat her like a common whore. She wants to feel the adrenaline and excitement from the rough treatment and told how she needs to learn some manners. It’s all just for show and you’re the audience.
And like I said before, she’s an anal lover so don’t be shy. Neglect her pussy and use her ass to get yourself off, tell her you’re simply masturbating with her ass, and she just had the luxury to feel it. She knows the words mean nothing, even if they sting a bit, but she knows you don’t mean it. Afterwards, you’ll kiss her gently and tell her how loved she was, that she was your pretty girl and you adore her. But right now, fuck her like a slut and make her feel like she’s hated. It turns her on.
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Nila “Nova” Brown
Nova is a shy girl, always blushing and hiding herself as she feels a sense of insecurity. It’s not like she thinks she’s ugly or anything, she just feels a little different from others due to her vitiligo. She's always been told how beautiful she is by everyone and even you, but she feels like she doesn’t match what’s socially acceptable as beauty. And because of that, you always make sure to spend most of the night worshipping her and making her look in the mirror as you fuck her nice and slow.
Nova is a vanilla kind of girl, not into the rough and mean stuff, but it’s never boring. Eating her pussy like it was the sweetest thing you’ve ever eaten while she tries to squirm and crawl away. But you hold her thighs gently, keeping them open and pinned to the bed as your tongue never stops moving. Making her squirt all over your face while she’s a blushing and babbling mess. Make sure to pull away long enough to slot yourself between her legs, pressing your cock/strap against her pussy. Silently asking for entry while she whines and shakes from the intensity of her orgasm.
warnings: dom reader/sub character, honeymoon fucking, porn with plot, angst, old people fluff, emotionally stunted vincent my beloved, blowjob, deepthroating, praise, body worship, handjob, alcohol and cigarette consumption, mentions of past failed relationships & slight body horror, drunk sex, reader is around vincent’s age and was a former SOLDIER, not exactly married, just two dumbasses playing around their feelings so sort of an accidental confession?
w.c: 3.5k
notes: this was actually supposed to be with barret but then my favoritism won. im sorry yall😔
“are you two married or something?”
the question popped up out of nowhere and the way aerith just dropped the question, paired with a cute smug face, was not helping the situation at all. the young woman seemed ready to dive into your personal life and learn all about the 30 years of long history between you both, eagerly awaiting an answer while tifa sighed and shook her head in the background.
when vincent first joined avalanche with a personal grudge in mind, he was the most silent person around besides him. sitting at the far back, in the corners, hiding away whenever he could and only holding a conversation with barely handful of words used. and yet when you decided to tag along for “the shits and giggles” as you said, vincent had been more… social.
mostly with you or cid, but the fact vincent valentine started to hold conversations more, not linger in the background and even actively stay in the main room to share drinks together after an ass-kicking was undeniably present. the broody man seemed to just hover around you, perpetually hunched hunk of a mass lingering near you like a shadow, always ending up reminiscing of your old days of working for shinra.
it was a surprise to the team to find out you were once a soldier for shinra around the same time vincent was a turk. someone who was as wild, carefree and rebellious like you bending to the will of a greedy corporation just felt… out of character. peculiar. unlikely. but the faded black and white photo you pulled out from your wallet proved it. you and vincent, side by side, much younger and softer without the cold glare life had planted in your eyes and certainly breaking the rules by not wearing the standard issued uniform.
either way, the second most silent member of avalanche had noticed something else on the two of your persons. a red piece of cloth — eerily similar to the material and color of vincent’s bandana — wrapped around the handle of your ōdachi style sword, and three headed dog keychain jingling from the butt of vincent’s gun.
the red cloth around your weapon handle, that could be explained by the simple “you being you” and your love for eccentric, popping bright colors. but the keychain on vincent was one that was hard to explain. the man was as dead as a corpse rotting away at the nearest hole in the earth and perhaps even as cold as one, if not colder, yet here he was donning a charm on the end of his threatening weapon, letting the weirdly cute thing jingle around whenever he whipped the weapon out to twirl it in the air with a dramatic flourish before firing with a loud BANG!.
there were just small pieces of you two on each other so much to the point that a drunk cid had accidentally mistaken one of you for the other at the bar. not so surprising considering the both of you enjoyed wearing a seemingly matching shades of red, long outer wears. something aerith and cait sith cooed out about it being ‘old couple cutesy-dudesy’. words vincent grunts loudly at while you merely grin and play along, goading the younger ones into believing you could very much potentially be an item and not just some old work buddies. the younger ones eat it up every time.
standing atop the roof of the chocobo farm, you enjoy your privacy as the thin cigarette in your hold warms your cold fingers. the sky was clear this night, indicating a good clear, sunny day all day tomorrow. it would be a good day to head out in your opinion. to make way towards the next town. even with the door leading to the stairs that took you down to the second and first floors of the farm house was closed shut, you could hear some of the music blasting, the loud cheers and calls for singing along to the party song. they sure as hell had a lot of stamina when it came to partying, you have realized. something good ol’ vinnie and you can’t exactly seem to keep up with now that you were both pushing your 60s.
“i thought i told you to drop that bad habit of yours” the low timbre of vincent’s voice scared you for a moment, making you jolt where you had been leaning against the rails.
”by the dead, make some noises when you’re creeping around next time, will you? nearly made me drop my cigarette and start a fire” you complained under your breath, leaning back away from the railings so at least you won’t be dropping the lit ciggy to the grass. the fright left quickly, replaced by some anxiousness and the need to defend yourself filling its spot as vincent raised a brow at you, staring at the cancer stick in your hold and to your face. there was slight pink on your cheeks — either from the alcohol you’ve chugged earlier when competing against barret or from the chill winds, he doesn’t know — a pink that he uncharacteristically found endearing.
”a whole decade of scolding your ears off about your stupid habits and yet you still have yet to let it go. are you really this dumb or should i scold you for a few more decades as well?” the former turk grumbled, clearly disappointed to see you with a lit cigarette in hand. and yet he reached out all the same, taking the stick from your loose hold to take a slow inhale himself. the warm orange glow lit his face in warm colors, giving more eerie colors to the lone red glow of his right eye. but the effects of hojo’s doings or chaos being infused into his body never scared you. in fact, you liked him even more with the eerie eye glows and uncontrollable growls and rare purrs.
”you say that yet look at you, doing the same mistakes as me” huffing at the unfairness he brought to you, you wait as he puffs out the smoke in one slow exhale, taking the cigarette away from you when you held out a hand expectantly. his refusal to hand you your cigarette back left you huffing at him, the petulant look on your face making vincent grin as he dodges your attempts to take the tobacco back. sooner or later, you would start ranting about the unfairness of his long limbs and stealing things that were not his.
4, 3, 2 —
“vinnie, i swear by gaia” ah, there it was. that little grumble of a ’threat’ you give him before full on out throwing your body at him to get back whatever it may be that you had lost to him.
”you’re going to ask for your cigarette back, and if i say ‘no’ — which we both know that i will — you’ll throw yourself at me?” and there it was again, that little twitch in your brows and the way you run your tongue over your fangs in hopes of holding back your words. he had you all figured out, after all. a whole 30 years had passed since you went your separate ways and yet you still act the same way. nothing about you had changed except for the few strands of grey from stress of shinra and having to deal with the young ones at avalanche now, and the smile lines around your eyes and lips.
you had already gotten grey hairs and yet he wasn’t around to witness them, vincent realized, feeling a sense of failure at the way he had just seemingly left you out of nowhere to deal with life and shinra all alone by yourself. what good was there to him in the first place? first failing to keep lucrecia safe, then failing to keep her son safe and now failing you. he always failed those closest to him, didn’t he? choosing to run and hide away because he was dealing with some shit, forgetting that those around him were dealing with their own demons too.
such a failure—
“vincent” blinking, shaking his head to clear out his thoughts at least for this night, the lone glow of his eye turned to look at you. you had your cigarette back in hand, but the tobacco roll seemed to be the least of your worries as you stood by his side, holding him by the arm as if to stabilize him. or had you heard his inner turmoil? that would be embarrassing. you were already dealing with the drawback symptoms of mako injections and yet his selfish idiocy would force you to look after him as well. no, this time, he’ll be the one to look after you. this time, you can lay your head on him and rest.
gloved hand grasping at your bare one, his bigger hand wrapped like a protective embrace around the scarred and marred one of yours. burnt from years of handling lighters and zippos, scarred from the decades of serving under shinra, left calloused from the countless battles. squeezing your hand as if to convince himself, vincent took his time to drink in your visage.
ah, how much you had changed and yet how so little as well.
there was a certain heaviness in your gait now, a droop to your shoulders that did not fit someone as bright and confident as you, and shadows that seemed to cling even with the full moon shining down just for you. you have changed, but vincent wanted to be by your side all the same.
”i’m fine, [name]” grumbling low at the back of his throat, the former turk’s gaze never leave the sight of you in all your current glory, taking his time to stare at every stress lines, every laugh lines, every strand of hair that was on the process of going grey greedily for he had not seen you for the past near 30 years. and he had remembered with a sudden start that yes, he had missed you. he had missed his closest friend, his companion, the only one who had been the one constant in his life.
vincent valentine had missed his [name].
”just… reminiscing” another squeeze to your hand, but this time, you returned his shy touches back at him, holding his hand tighter in your hold as if he would leave you again, just like that day 30 years ago.
”mmh.. either way, i’m glad to have you back here with me, vinnie”
”…i’m glad to be back by your side too, [name]”
“you know that you don’t have to do this unless you really want to, right? i wouldn’t want you growing uncomfortable around me just because we’re a little tipsy and ditzy right now”
“i know that, [name]” vincent muttered against your lips when you pulled back just enough to make sure for the nth time that he was okay with doing this, chasing afterwards to silence your charming drunk rambles. you would have never guessed how touch starved your idiot was until now, with him climbing up to straddle your lap, the golden claws of his gauntlet leaving bits and pieces of tears in your shirt, right where they fisted at the collar of your clothes.
”i’m just…” mumbling against your lips, the chapped lips of his stole a few more kisses before reluctantly puling away from your lips, looking down at himself where the clasps of his cloak had been undone to give you more skin to gnaw at. fingering one of the many buckles that held the leather skin tight around himself, vincent hesitates about what to do or say to you.
of course, you had already seen the horrors hojo had left behind on his skin; the healed autopsy scar with its thick stitches and bunched up flesh, inner elbow of his where the old scars of hundreds or so needles had pierced to keep him tethering to life while his body is cut open again and again to force chaos and protomateria inside him. you held no qualms about the scars he carried, saying that you had your own scars too and all didn’t matter in the end because vincent was still vincent to you. scars and all.
but, he still felt a sense of reluctance when it came to taking the leather off. something about baring himself whole to you again, in such a vulnerable state, made him feel… something. anger at having shown you marks of his weakest moments? shame for letting your sharp mind realize that he is still yet to come to accept the changes chaos made to his body? embarrassed because he was so desperate to feel your touch on him?
vision spinning and rolling around, vincent didn’t realize his bigger physique had been successfully flipped around so that he would be the one to lie on his back atop the soft cushions of your room until he saw your stupid grinning face shining down on him. ah, he had let down his guard again, and you had taken the chance to make a fool out of him. but if this happens every time only when he is with you, vincent held no complaints.
”how about we take it one step at a time, v? let me take the lead this time and we’ll figure out what you like, yeah?” leaning over him, you pepper kisses on his flushed cheeks, making chaos rumble deep in his chest like an overgrown spoiled cat under your care.
humming instead and telling chaos to shut up in his consciousness, vincent helps you takeoff his pants when your finger tugged at its hem. lifting up his hips, allowing you to take off the leather clothing, followed by his boxers that had an embarrassing small spot of wetness on the front, valentine hid his face behind his hands at the look on your face. one filled with so much love and tenderness, it made his stomach grow warm and mind grow dazed. he couldn’t bring himself to look down at you, not when you were peppering old gun shot wounds on his thighs with such care.
“you’re so pretty, vinnie. it makes me jealous sometimes, looking at your gorgeous figure and handsome face” mumbling words against his skin, dragging your lips over the new and old wounds, there was heat on his cheeks and ears. he knew he was flushing red like some idiot, swayed by some few words that you whispered against his flesh as if carving your convictions of his beauty into his soul.
”don’t—“ breath hitching, the former turk curses himself out in his mind at how whiny his words came out just now. you were a disease to him, did you knew that? even worse than chaos or the materia in him, like some tiny sentient liquid of poison that traveled into his heart whenever you wanted.
”don’t say useless things like that” swallowing down the moan that threatened to escape, vincent fists his hands into his hair, hoping the tugging pain into his scalp would distract him from the shameful feeling of his cock slowly twitching to life.
”but i’m being genuine here, vincent. you’re beautiful to me and i appreciate every moment we’ve spent together. and i would never regret anything that is between us” trailing kisses down his rising and falling stomach, he could feel you paying closer attention to the end of the autopsy scar there before turning to kiss the tip of his cock. the embarrassment he felt could be enough to kill him at this point, and vincent low-key wished it would choke him to his early grave right here and now.
”i will never regret you”
a sharp gasp tears through the tortured man’s mouth, letting go of his hold on his hair to look down at you between his legs, mouth swallowing his now hard cock slowly, inch by inch until he could feel his own tip nudging your throat all the way inside. choking on his saliva, vincent wanted to push your head off of himself. too tight, too warm, vincent was sure he was losing his mind and that his cock was melting into a puddy in your throat if it hadn’t been for the small outline he could see through your hollowed out cheeks.
”d-don’t! speak with your mouth full you-oughh.. mmhg ffffuck—!” throwing his head back, the soft bounce of the mattress made his head swim. paired with how you hummed around his dick, making his legs twitch violently, vincent was already growing short on breath as he panted like a dog. the choked out groans and the occasional breathy whimper that left him didn’t sound like him at all. vincent sounded like a stranger to his own ears.
“nnngh.. ha-aaagh [n-name], sloouwwh.. slow down a-a bit..♡︎~” whimpering, he hadn’t even realized that he was letting out the most pathetic sounds of his life when your hand patted against his own, lacing your fingers together. he could only choke on his noises, briefly raising his head up to look down at where you had gotten yourself so comfortable between his thighs. that soft look in your eyes while you damn near milked his soul dry made his ears burn up again, hiding behind his free arm just as quickly as he had peered up to stare at you.
vincent can’t bring himself to look again, in fear that it would be the last push, making his already weak will against you crumble entirely and cum down your throat. in shame, the old friend of yours tries to hold himself back as much as he could. stomach rising and falling in quick repetitions, the hand you’ve laced together squeezing around your fingers tightly, tugging and legs jerking in threat of closing around your head. a strange tasting pre dripped down your mouth, leaving behind trails of himself inside you already. had he known he was already breaking in your hold, you’re sure your idiot of an old co-worker would have made a sweet noise that did not fit his image.
trying to speak his name, to try and comfort him that it was okay to lose himself, you caress the inside of his thigh with your free hand. the constant vibrations your mouthful of talking made around his cock was the last straw. pulling his leg away, feeling himself sweat under his leather top, the red eyed man choked on his own moan when he felt his tip nudge against your throat, spilling himself down your mouth with a weak, pitiful whine that could be mistaken as your name.
perhaps it had something to do with him not longer being a human, but when the former turk came, he spilled a good amount of load. enough to make you pull away without being able to swallow all of them. cooing out some words of encouragement, your tight fist strokes him through his high, making his legs shake under the sudden strain.
”e-enouughh.. [n-name], that aagh hagh.. that’s enough..” pawing weakly at your wrist, you hum at his words before eventually letting goof your grip around his softening dick that spurted out the last few drops of his cum.
”feel better?” you ask him quietly, lying down on top of him with your full weight, knowing that he liked the heaviness that helps to ground his mind to reality. vincent’s breath was still jittery, yet to truly come down from his orgasm high. until he does, you decide to just wait for him, peppering more kisses on the small slip of skin where his top clasp that was undone.
”..y-yeah… uuhmg. all go-ood”
“has everyone packed everything? we will not be coming back if one of you forgot something behind, y’all know that right? gasoline is expensive around these parts” cid does his own little version of a roll call, standing on the top of the stairs that led to the inside of his aircraft.
some of the group called back out full of energy, some merely grunted groggily, their last night party hangover still yet to leave. some dug through their bags, mumbling under their breaths about making sure everything was indeed packed. you were of the last group, brows furrowed as you felt that empty feeling in your head that just screamed you forgot something. whatever it may be.
”uhhh, i think i might be missing something. let me just check my room real qui—“
”your gloves” vincent called out from behind you, the pair of old, worn out leather pair in his own gloved hand that he held out for you. ah, you probably left it behind while packing your things in your early morning haze. the leftover alcohol in your system clearly didn’t help.
”ah, right. sorry” holding your hand up, you feel the slight weight it gives as vincent places it in your grasp, his hand wrapping your fist around them and lingering for a moment bit too longer.
”if you leave it again, i’ll find them for you” the glow in his eye seemed to burn just a bit brighter when he said his promise, gloved hand pulling away from yours with the warmth left wrapped behind yours still.
and you made sure to glare at a few of the younglings who snickered at the background.
day 4: dacryphilia/crying w/ MITSURU from nanbaka!
warnings: dom reader/sub character, dick/strap/cock/dildo traditions, dacryphilia, mitsuru getting himself into trouble with his jokes, rough fucking, slight overstim, begging, degrading, handjob, character could potentially be OOC due to me not having watched the anime in a while
w.c: 1.8k
notes: i miss this anime ngl. i wonder if i would be able to find the manga online. heard it was war out there
silly little mitsuru and his loud hobbies and tendencies. playing his usual favorite metal band playlist too loudly next door when you have clearly told him multiple times that you were trying to catch some shut eye in the break room next door to relieve yourself of some of the stress the idiot inmates in building 13 gives you.
you asked him politely the first time, knocking on the door of the studio where the chief broadcaster can be found when not fooling around, telling him that you were trying to catch some shut eye and therefore could very well appreciate it if he were to lower the volume of his playlist. mitsuru merely hummed and pulled a thumbs up at you, grinning that usual stupid grin and telling you that it will be fine and he will try to keep it down.
the second time, you tried to reason and bargain with him. bringing him a can of energy drink flavor that he specifically likes, asking him to try and tone down the noise once again or to switch it up with a different playlist. delighted by the sight of his favorite energy drink, mitsuru eagerly nodded, telling you that he understood and that he was cool with changing his playlist or whatever. and he did. the loud, blaring noises and guitar riffs next door went quiet for a while and you, in all your exhausted glory, ended up falling asleep the moment the noise died down next door and your head hit the heavenly soft couch’s pillows.
third time is the charm and being awoken by sudden, loud screams immediately triggered a fight or flight instinct for you. the break room was still empty, had the idiots from cell 13 was doing yet another daily escape attempt, then hajime should be there already. but no, you soon realized that the screams were coming from the accursed next door studio room. checking the time had shown that you had managed to get some shut eye only lasting 30 minutes at best.
annoyed, angered and greatly disappointed, you finally decided you had enough. it was about time that mitsuru realized that some nanba staff needed their silence and rest more than some other nanba staff.
bursting the unlocked door of the studio open — mitsuru never really locked them anyways, talking about some bullshit excuse of the staff or inmates coming in physically to request what song to play next etc — you make sure to lock it behind you as you drag your legs over to stand behind mitsuru on his grand and soft swivel chair. of course the guy barely noticed, he was too busy jamming out to whichever band was currently death screaming through the huge speakers. swiveling his chair around, you finally manage to grab his attention. before the tattooed man could say anything to you — that same old stupid grin already starting to grow on his face yet again — you shut him up with a kiss that nearly ended up toppling you both down to the many things strewn over his desk and what-nots.
it was more of a harsh clash and gnawings of sharp teeth and biting rather than a genuine kiss and mitsuru’s shark like teeth that teasingly nibbled over your lips was not helping his current case of having gotten to your bad side. at all.
”micchan,” you huff as you pull away from his rows of sharp teeth, grabbing at his chin and squeezing his cheeks with the pads of your fingers with a barely held back restraint of wanting to just fuck whatever thoughts floats about in his head out, “didn’t i tell you twice already that i’m trying to sleep in the break room next door, and for you to silence your playlists for an hour at the very least. i even gave you your favorite energy drink and yet you still wouldn’t listen to me, huh?”
nudging his legs open, you shove your knee up to his crotch, already feeling his hardening cock visibly poke at your knee like an impatient dog. mitsuru swallowed, the usual boisterous grin he pulls at you turning into a wobbly smile as he tried to swallow down his moans. he knew he was in trouble the moment you locked the door while he pretended to not hear you coming in, knew he was in trouble when you turned him around and damn near smashed your faces together in a wrestling match of a kiss.
but goodness, were you fucking hot when mad.
”aha.. sorry about that, [name]cchan” the usually louder than life man sounded so timid now when dealing with the aftermath of his own mistake, stuttering out an old nickname of yours to try and butter you up. all the while, he could feel his own dick twitching in his boxers like he wasn’t even purposely looking to get you hate-fuck him in the first place.
”i’ll… keep quiet next time?” mitsuru tried to wiggle away from your hold, only to end up nearly going lax over your knee like his legs had suddenly just refused to cooperate with him. the added pressure only got him acting up more, looking down at where his bulge had obviously been messed up by your lifted knee. ah, he was gonna bust just from seeing that and hearing your angry voice. who even gave you the rights to be this hot anyways?
”.. how about you apologize to me in a different way, micchan? since you’re already hard” ah, he was gonna get his shit wrecked.
“w-wait! wait wait♡︎ [name]cchan, you’re bei-iingk awfully.. meaannnhg to me right now.. aah-haagh♡︎” the tanned man tried his best to speak evenly, swallowing the saliva that started to gather in his mouth while manicured nails scratched at the polished wooden desk.
had mitsuru would have known that you would be so eager to leave him in a wheelchair once you were done, he would have at least come prepared to work today.
”i thought you said that you were willing to be more quiet next time, micchan. so where exactly are you keeping your promise? all i hear are your slutty screams in here” reaching out, you grab at his spiky, short, black hair, pulling on it just a tad bit to make him arch off of the desk so prettily. mitsuru keened at the sharp pain to his scalp, jaws going slack wide open as he panted like a dog, mumbling some words under his breath about how you were being oh-so-mean to him.
the earlier pre-cum of his dribbled down into a cute puddle at the edge of the desk. some having even dripped down to the marble floors, looking like he had cum already before you could have even had the chance to properly teach him on how to respect others’ sleeping hours.
”y-yaaghh..♥︎ [na-name]cchan, my back! mmy back huurts..!” the chief broadcaster whines, wanting to lean his entire weight back on the table, maybe even rub his newly pierced nipples on it to get more stimulation. they were still fresh and on the way of healing, he knows that it’s not smart to play with them as someone who had piercings his whole life. but the consistent, rough thrusts to his sloppy hole was making his knees shake and he wanted to cum already after not having you fuck him at a faster pace ever since this slow yet deep punishments started.
”huu-uungh…! aaah haagc♡︎ p-please? please lemme cum, [name]cchan.. aaahn i-i wanna cum♡︎ so bad. please, let me? lemme cum on your cock, [name]cchan♡︎” mitsuru’s voice trails off into tiny, strung together mess of babbling, his hips moving back to meet your painfully slow thrusts halfway, to try and get you to fuck even deeper into that gummy walls of his. the occasional gasps and whimpers that followed whenever you would reach all the way inside, nudging that sweet spot had mitsuru seeing stars behind his shades, the dark pair of glasses fogging up whenever he panted with his mouth open like an eager dog.
since he had asked so nicely, you decided to spare him the torture, grabbing handfuls of his hips to make it easier for you to fuck into his wet hole. squeezing at the bits of fat there, you wait until mitsuru silences his shaky moans. cute little noises that nearly got drowned out by the songs that still played on the speakers.
”hang tight, micchan”
“uung.. guuck. h-hah? haAAAGK♥︎! [n-name]! [name]cchan♡︎, y-your strap!” feeling how you nearly pull out untill only the tip was left inside before slamming it back in one go, mitsuru falls forward flat onto the desk, painted nails scratching at the wood as his lean body rattles against the desk with the sheer amount of force you were fucking him with. all his earlier cute noises were replaced with punched out moans and breathless calls of your name, words blending into each other and leaving him without a proper sentence. had you known that the chef broadcaster makes such cute noises when he’s getting his organs rearranged, you would have turned your verbal complaints of his choice of music volume into something much more physically active sooner.
but, mourning over lost time will get you nothing. it won’t fuck your favorite nanba staff stupid and properly leave his legs spasming.
hearing mitsuru go silent and slack on the desk, you peek over his shoulder to see that he had ended up spoiling the edges of his own favorite uniform’s edges with his own cum. spoiled little brat-prince, unable to hold his own release back nor his voice. you would need to give mitsuru multiple lessons if it meant teaching him how to behave.
“micchan, not only are you loud and gaudy, you’re also impolite as well. i think i need to work on you a little bit more” mitsuru shivered violently at the way your breath fanned his neck, swallowing down a broken sob that wanted so badly to escape. his attempts are futile as endearing as they are, wet noise leaving his red bitten lips when your hand wraps around his half hard dick, wet with the slimy texture of his own cum before squeezing at the tip, spreading over his length slowly.
”uungh—guuuhk..♡︎ [n-name]cchan~ nuh uunh♡︎ nuh mooohre.. nyyagc-!” mitsuru’s complaints are replaced by loud pants and messy blabbering, his hands pawing at you as he tried his best to stand straight. he was growing hotter and more desperate by the minutes — shaking his head, whining and mixing little noises into his words — until one tug to his foreskin got him throwing his head back at your shoulder, knocking his loosened shades off and oh, what a sight.
black eyes all teary and puffy, salty tears running down his face, mixing with his drool, brows pinched while his lips jutted at you. maybe mitsuru’s antics wasn’t al that bad if it means seeing him make this face at you more and more in the future.
warnings: dom reader/sub character, bondage, blindfold, teasing, praise, body worship, handjob, blowjob, ruined orgasm, established relationship, boromir lives au, set after the ring has been destroyed, reader highkey wants to get him pregnant so lowkey breeding kink mentioned in there as well ig???
w.c: 1. 5k
notes: whaddaya guys mean he died? no he did not. boromir is still very much alive and well
after the one ring has been destroyed and the fellowship has settled at their respective homes, life in middle earth seemed to blossom. the hobbit friends would invite the others into the shire for a party or big celebrations, showing them around the hobbiton while the little folks gawked at the fellowship’s members’ height and build. they were shy folk who kept to themselves, rarely left the shire nor had outsiders in except for gandalf the disturber of the peace, so to see men of strong muscles, dwarf of stocky build or an elf of fair face was as if witnessing a thing of legends.
the little folks liked to cling to boromir the most. not that the rest of the fellowship were unpopular, rather quite the opposite. hobbits loved being able to finally meet an elf of stories, talk with a dwarf about metalworks and marvel in his bright gemstones and loved the kingly fair face of aragorn. but it was boromir they clung to fervently for the man was strong enough to hold hobbits and allowed them to swing under his arms like branch. boromir, too, loved being invited to the hobbiton. to be able to play around with the little ones and share stories to them of their adventures was of the greatest joy to the steward of gondor.
and seeing boromir acting loving and caring to the hobbits had only ended up worsening your feelings of wanting to start a family with the man.
you see, the adventure to destroy the one ring and to in extension destroy the last remaining dark lord of middle earth, many things had happened after the fellowship had been formed and stepped foot outside the safety of rivendel in the dark of the night. many good many bad. however one thing that had only grown was the relationship between you and your husband. scolding him for his recklessness for jumping in to fight the balrog, once again afterwards from finding him nearly dead and lost, to finally deciding to officiate your marriage publicly after the ascension of aragorn to the throne of gondor.
since then, married life had been good for you and boromir. your brother-in-law is adorable as well as his wife, annual meetings with the rest of the fellowship is a time for good laughter and full bellies despite aragorn needing to skip a year or two due to kingly duties as well as his closest steward — your husband — skipping work to meet with the hobbits once again. but it was a good few years of marriage nonetheless, and your desires to get your husband properly knocked up and letting your own little ones use his arms as swings got higher every year. until it finally reached a boiling point and here you two were right now, with your hands working on tying up the rope that bind his wrists to his knees.
”uhhh… pumpkin? are such.. extreme measurements truly necessary?” boromir asked hesitantly, shyness dripping into his words caused by his current position of such high moments of vulnerable and uncomfortable position. he gave a tug to one of his wrists, feeling his leg get pulled alongside it. the blindfold over his eyes didn’t help either, it only worsened how his breath came out in short, little pants due to the excitement.
”if it’s about the ring incident, i already apologized, didn’t i?”
at his little pouty tone, you laughed, finally finishing up the last knot and laying your weight over his naked body comfortably. you can definitely feel his hardness poking you in the stomach as you trace some of the scars left by the orc arrows of the time.
”no, it’s not about the ring incident. it’s not about the balrog one either. i just.. wanted to see you like this, mir-mir. maybe even try to get you knocked up if i’m lucky enough? i know you enjoy seeing the hobbits because they make you feel like a proper parent, sweetheart” you word out your wants clearly, occasionally peppering soft kisses over some of the scars on him, or the way his body hair turns downwards, leading to his happy trail. happy trail leads to happy meals or so the younger generation says.
boromir goes a little rigid under you at your words, hating how his dick twitched in their spot against your stomach. you merely chuckled at his cute reaction, trailing your kisses down his chest, over the cute little fat of his stomach from years of blissful retirement to the thick curls of his pubic hair. dark brown just like his hair, just more curly and thicker in its cute bundle. you kissed at the tip of his cock, making boromir shuffle awkwardly, pulling at the ropes around his knees. he was tempted to whine at your fluttering soft touches. oh, he knew he was properly fucked because you were in a teasing temper today.
”look at my sweet husband. so strong, doughty, ravishingly handsome and all mine too. strong muscles, big bones,” leaning up, you kiss at the little bump on his nose, seeing how the pink that covered his cheeks spread over to his ears before leaning back down to kiss at his now fully erect cock, “big nose and big dick. so adorable”.
the steward of gondor actually let a whine slip through at that, feeling embarrassment heat up his cheeks and spread to his shoulders at your continued flow of praise and teasing mixed into one. how shameful of him to get so turned on by such little touches, legs twitching and wishing to close up to deny you the vision of his inglorious sight of weeping dick from just a few kisses. he’s a better man than this, he swears in the name of the lone silver tree through jutted lips, already struggling against his ropes with pleads for you to be merciful with him today.
”i—ouugh.. i wouldn’t exactly call myself ungg adorable, pumpkin” your husband whined at the little suckles you gave to the tip of his cock, feeling it twitch in the warmth of your mouth as he struggled to deal with this sudden overwhelming amount of attention from you. just the thought of gaining this much love within a single moment, all paid only to him with no other distraction about made boromir feel like he was close already. disgusting. to lose himself to the feeling of pleasure within such a short amount of time.
popping his tip out of the warm wraps of your mouth, you swirl a finger around it, over the foreskin of his to make him groan at the back of his throat, chest vibrating with the sheer force of it. you were ruining him already. just a few touches and suckles and he was already dripping his pre to the quickly rising and falling fat of his belly. he couldn’t see you, but boromir knew you held that mischievous grin on your face. you always do whenever you’re tormenting him.
”that is no way to talk about yourself, mir-mir. your men look up at you even now, your brother loves you still and i adore you even with the scars and all. so much so, i am tempted to get my hands on you every time i see you in hobbiton” as if to emphasize your point, your hand squeezed around the wet tip, still dripping with a mixture of his pre and your saliva, making boromir twitch around on the bed at the feeling, openly denying the painful tight hole your hand created with a drawn out whine. such an unbefitting noise for the noble son of gondor, he thought, soon getting all thoughts wiped clear out of his mind by the way you teased at his poor hard-on.
such contradiction of your soft words and cruel hands made his head dizzy and thoughts turn into mindless static. your touch was too hot for him, he wanted to get away. but where could such a man who has been willingly tied by his lover go? left to be tormented by tender kisses and sharp little tugs of his cock by one’s spouse’s hand. boromir may be strong in the eyes of death but you were something worse than death for him — something much crueler and slower and something so unwilling to let go of him to make him catch his breath even for the briefest of seconds.
”wa-wait! wait a second, pumpkin..♡︎ something feels haaugh-hagh off this tiimme♡︎ w-will you not show me-eenhn ounce of mercy?” boromir pouts at you, hoping to soften your harsh edges. but he did not expect you to just completely let go of his dick, leaving him on the very edge of nearly cumming, yet now left to be miserable and alone. how heartless of you!
”mmh, what my husband wants, what my husband gets. we have the entire day and night for us, don’t we, love?”
warnings: dom reader/sub character, mirror sex, dick/strap traditions, gender neutral reader, dirty talk, magis having higher than average stamina and human reader suffering for it, hair pulling, biting/marking, cumming untouched, cumming inside, idk what took over me but there is a small paragraph with christian metaphor so christian imagery/allegory warning ig?
w.c: 1.8k
notes: yunan was one of my fav characters when watching the anime and he still remains as one till this day. hopefully, some of y’all freaks love magi and yunan
to the very few who knew of the true nature of magi or even knew of them, magis were essentially a god-like beings in human form, living amongst humans. pretending to be one, acting like one, using the same sort of things humans did in their everyday lives. but that would also mean that magis too, craved human touch and affections as well, right? for they were pretending to be one anyways. so why would it be so far from the truth when a magi who had been reborn and remade so many times in their eternal life cycle also have the same needs and desires as a human does? as their human partner does.
fucking yunan every time he whines about being lonely, having missed you after you leave the dark parts of the in-between lands where he insists on living like some sort of a worm — he definitely pretended to cry in sheer offense when you mentioned it aloud to him once — or just because he wanted to feel you again comes at a great price though. but it was one you had gotten used to after countless lifetimes of being reborn again and again with him by your side. the straining of your muscles, groans and creaks of your bones, the annoyingly familiar grin he gives you through pretty teary eyes and red cheeks. your sweetheart was a brat through and through and you are still yet to truly make him understand to the core of his being about messing with you. then again, as a human in every lives the both of you shared, you always get tired before him. human as his body may be, yunan was still a damn magi at the end of the day. fuck magis indeed.
and today, as a punishment for him stealing away your last slice of cheesecake once again, you decided to fuck him while pushing his frail looking body flush against the large mirror. despite being a brat through and through, your sweetheart of a magi gets oddly embarrassed whenever you decide to make him watch as you rearrange his guts for the fourth damn time that day.
maybe it was because he whines it through kiss bruised lips about how embarrassing this position was, or maybe it was because his body is fragile and softer looking compared to your sun kissed skin and strong body that had seen through few fistfights and heavy labor. either way, your magi was rather uncharacteristically shy when it came down to being forced to watch how his greedy hole puckered up to swallow your cock inside even more, even stuttering over his words when you tease him of his still untouched, weeping cocklet swinging between his legs with the rhythm of your hips slamming into his own, sobbing words about how you were leaving bruises on his hips with how tightly you grasp at the small bit of fat there.
”waagh~ y-you’re so mean to meegh♡︎ how do you e-expect me to-ouh keep my pretty face wheeenhg you keep ahg-gahh bruising me up♡︎?” yunan could barely hold a decent conversation anymore without letting out a wanton moan, trying to complain about how unjustly you were treating him before needing to bite his lips to swallow another breathy whimper that threatened to escape him at a particularly sharp thrust right at his sweet spot. the feeling of being stretched full and filled yet again by your thick strap, the heavy drag it does against his plush, soft walls made him lose all sense and reason quickly. if yunan could have it his way every time and feel your strap inside him at all times, he would. gladly would to the point of dropping his arrogant bratty act to ride you to his heart’s content, have you be inside him all day and night, plugged up and filled by everything about you. alas, you were still human in this life, and he didn’t exactly wanted to deal with a grumpy [name] rambling about swollen lips and charley’s horse the next day.
cooing out at his adorable huffs and puffs, you lean down to kiss the back of his neck, licking a long stripe up the spine before kissing the helix of his ear. yunan let out a small giggle at that, mumbling something about how it tickled and that you were supposedly “ruining the moment here”.
“mm but yu, you look even cuter when you’re like this. all red and blushy-blushy, barely looking at yourself. you’re supposed to look, y’know?” your voice grows just a tad bit demanding to yunan’s sharp hearing, sending a shiver down his spine that made him jerk his hips flush against your own, squeaking so cutely at the wet slapping noise the action created in the otherwise silent house of his.
yunan could only manage to shake his head no, shoulders curling into himself as if to make himself look smaller than he is, hands fisting at nothing but air at where they supported his own weight against the mirror. sharp, sudden gasps and high pitched whines left his drool covered lips, fogging up the mirror but never showing his face or how delectable he looked like this. long, blond hair a mess despite still being tied in its usual braid, the heavy, embarrassed blush going so far down as to his shoulders, legs shaking slightly with each slow yet guts bruisingly deep thrusts you fucked into him. but the most heart stealing sight of it all, of his sweet face with tears sticking to his thick eyelashes and the way his big green eyes fluttered about couldn’t be seen in this position because yunan was actively hiding it behind his curled fists against the mirror.
sweet thing, thinking he could ever hide his face from you.
”i said,” leaving behind its place on his hip, your one hand travels sideways to grasp at the long, swaying blond braid, you whisper so sweetly into the shell of his ear till the point yunan momentarily forgets that he was still in the middle of a punishment, “you’re supposed to look, yu” you give a tug, using his hair as if it was a leash to make him arch his back and tilt his head up from its hiding place against the back of his curled fists.
having had his “hiding place” taken away, yunan had no other choice but to meet your demands, taking a good look at himself for the very first time since this round had started. and for a moment, the magi could understand just for a fraction on why exactly you liked this position so much.
the soft sways of his hips, the tantalizing way he looked with how his usually kept together appearance had went messy because of the few strands of hair that came free from the loose braid, the flush of his otherwise pale skin and the way his eyes looked just like an adorable fawn’s with the tears in them. he came to the sudden realization as he stared at his own reflection in the mirror, that he was a delectable sight when like this. knees trembling with the effort to hold himself up, few of your bite marks on his thighs peeking through, made even more dirty with the way his neglected cock just stayed there with his pre dripping from his wet slit, creamy colored cum of your earlier rounds’ rough fucking sticking between his legs, one or two of them trailing down his leg.
yunan looked like the perfect mona lisa for you like this, all posed and ready. like the apple that seduced the first human, like the original sin. and you’ll be the one to take a mouthful of bite out of his depraved body.
“ah-! haagh [na-ame]…♥︎ don’t.. bite” the blond magician’s voice died off into a small whine, brain starting to get fried from the confusion on whether to focus on the feeling of your sharp canines digging into the back of his neck or how your hips had started to drive into the deepest parts of his squelching hole despite keeping your pace slow enough to drive the needy magi insane. he was confused. his brain was confused, his body was confused, yunan couldn’t decide on what to complain about to you. instead, he let out sharp little noises, cute punched out whiny moans that made him ashamed to keep looking at himself getting fucked stupid on your dick through the reflection on the mirror. but hiding his face back again behind his fists was out of the option because you kept his head tilted back by his hair.
the agonizingly slow pace you had set up, paired with the you kept his head up and made him watch how his knees jerked with every deep thrust, as if trying to carve out a shape into his plushy walls to make him remember your size and how well you could turn him into a stuttering mess. you were making sure that he remembered this image — of him being reduced to another human in your experienced hands that had touched every inch of his skin.
“haagh! w-wait, you can’t♡︎ you ca-aanh’t just fuck me sensel-less like this..! so meannn…♡︎♡︎~” yunan threw a weak little hissy fit when he felt that familiar churning warmth in his guts again, starting to babble now in-between his words about how he was losing his mind and will definitely not last any much longer if you kept at it. and you intended to not listen, to make him watch as how he unraveled in your arms, how he made such embarrassingly cute sounds when he came untouched. all your favorites and all his shameful moments.
”w-wait waitwaitwaitwai-eecgk! wait a moment! at least haah..♡︎ at least touch my cock first, yo-uung eeck kyah!” high pitched sobs left his throat when you licked at the slight blood that had pooled up on the latest bite mark you left on his tender flesh, rubbing his knees together at the hot sensation it left behind. a sharp sting but also something hot and pleasurable, something new, something strange. something that made yunan wish for you to touch him properly.
eyes widening, shaking pupils staring at the way he got debauched on the mirror, the magi could only watch with a silent, gaping mouth and shaking pupils as he came untouched, thin strings of his translucent cum stains the glass mirror in front of him. he only remembered how to breathe and wail properly when you came inside him, making yunan cry out meagerly as the hot ropes of your cum gushes out of his fluttering hole, trailing down the bite mark ridden thighs and smooth skin.
”see yu? i told you that you look beautiful like this” he could hear you whisper into his ear so sweetly, finally letting go of his blue and purple hips and messed up hair, arms coming up to wrap around him as you both just stood there, catching your breaths as you looked at your intertwined bodies in the stained mirror. this time, yunan had nothing to say back at you. he could only stare and silently ponder, for a part of him agreed with your words.
warnings: dom reader/sub character, bondage, shibari (kinda), teasing, handjob, marking, ruined orgasm, threnodian resonator theory geshu, established relationship, just a couple trying out a new thing, brief description of death, suicidal behavior at the beginning, starting this year very soft
w.c: 2.9k
notes: HE’S ALIIIIVEEEEEE GESHU LIN IS ALLIIIIVVVEEEE *i scream as they drag me away to the fun white room*
going from a resonator general of the midnight rangers to being the resonator of the threnodian overthrax is something that will make someone get a whiplash by the sheer suddenness of it all. the same could be applied to geshu lin, when he awoke suddenly after thinking that he had overclocked and died fighting the threnodian. he truly did felt like he was dead. the blurry vision, ringing in his ears, the pounding headache and the tremble in his hands that just wouldn’t go away and that awful, disgusting, utterly abominable of a voice that continued to whisper in his mind.
his feet wouldn’t support him, refusing to help him stand upright. even if his old trusted broadblade was beside him, his hand wouldn’t still when grasping the long hilt. it was painful to even breathe, sharp, foul stench like meat that had gone bad filling his nostrils alongside ash that seemed to fall from above him like snow.
when geshu lin finally saw a living person that was walking around the remains of the battleground, seemingly checking for survivors, he wanted to call out in a croaky voice. but something else had taken hold, something vengeful, hateful and ancient covering over him like a veil and making him watch as if he was not his own person anymore, but a simple puppet placed on a grand stage play.
the former general watched, confused and disoriented, through his own hazy vision as his body grows numb and suddenly moved to attack. the earlier shakes and weaknesses were lost, the feeling of nothingness — as if walking in a dream — took over, intending to kill the stranger with such malice in his heart that ignited from nowhere. thankfully, the stranger was sharp, fast and if his ego would allow it, stronger than him. outrunning the black flames, kicking his own broadblade back at him as if all this were mere theatre play. but an exhausted human’s body, no matter how stronger they had become due to the threnodian in them, is bound to fail due to exhaustion and hunger. and yet this time, a warm embrace had stopped him from falling face first into the red soil.
the next time geshu lin awoke, he was greeted by wooden ceilings, warm hearth with fire going and the soft pitter patters of rain against the window. it reminded him of the more unlucky expeditions in northfell barrens — how the rain always seems to know and would surely come after a battle to wash away the blood and tears. there was a soft scent in the small, warm room. peonies and amaryllis sitting in a small bouquet by the window sill inside a glass vase, a striking burst of color and life inside the room.
geshu lin was not a patient man, he never was even out in the battlefields, charged with leading on hundreds of lives forward. the same bad habit remained even now, after his ‘death’, making him push the warm, weighted blankets away — even though his body protested and wanted nothing more than to slip back under them to fall asleep again — forcing his tired self to stand up on shaky feet. as far as he could see through blurry visions, geshu lin could deduct that one; his weapon was not inside this room with him, two; whoever it is that is the owner of this house had taken him in, changed his clothes and could very well be the stranger that he had fought and three; the fire crackling away at the hearth was very much warm and burning — meaning it could have been recently lit. the owner was in the house with him.
stumbling and tumbling around the room, managing to move forward with his hand on the wall to stabilize himself, geshu lin finally pushed the door of the room open before stepping out. there seemed to be a kitchen at his front right, a living room to the front left and his way out of this tiny yet cozy log cabin was right in front of him — the front door. just as he thought he was nearly out and about once again, the sound of the back door opening and closing could be heard and a worried voice was calling out to him. not like geshu lin could make out what the person was saying, his ears were still ringing and that annoying, many pitched voice was still whispering shit into his head.
rapid footsteps approached and his freedom was taken away just as quickly as he had reached for the front door handle, someone putting him into a bear hug from behind, pulling him back into the cabin. too bad, there was no fight left in his body. the third time geshu lin collapsed, he was caught back in the same warm embrace, seeing a blurry figure shouting at him as black dot covered his vision.
twice, geshu lin awoke to the same ceiling, same fire-lit hearth and same scent of peonies and amaryllis. but this time, there was that stranger beside his bed, dapping cold towel over his face in a sweetly tender manner. ah, he was right. this scent was that of the stranger on the dead field who had crossed blades with him. the same person whose arms he fell into twice already.
“oh hey, you’re awake again! you sure are a stubborn one, aren’t you? waking up only to immediately trying to run. hurts my feelings that you would deny my acts of generosity like this” a voice rang out, cutting through the haze of his headache. the voices that kept ringing in his mind ever since his ‘revival’ had gone silent now, seemingly interested in this new person just as he is. soft laugh, like wind chime rang in his ears, soothing the aches of his injured body. what an oddly pleasant person, what an oddly pleasant laughter. he wanted to hear that laughter more in his life, he realized, finally croaking out a hoarse, “.. who are you?”.
”oh right, we haven’t introduced ourselves, have we? i’m [name] and currently you’re in my log cabin in the dim forest. carrying you and your broadblade all the way over here was a pain, that’s for sure” your soft voice rings out in the small, cozy room, like a healing balm over his headache. had he been a younger man, geshu lin would have laughed at your little jab at him and his weight, but he was not and he had grown weary and jaded from life. but something in the way you easily joked with him, exchanging words and answering every question he had made him rethink his decision on leaving at the spot.
”all this talking and i haven’t asked your name, by the way”
”…it’s lin. geshu lin”
something in him wanted to stay.
and stay, he did.
three years had passed since geshu lin’s supposed ‘death’ after the battle with the threnodian, three years since he had decided to live here in this cozy little cabin with you in the dim forest. out of reach, away from civilization, comfortable in the new habit the two of you had created.
in the mornings, geshu lin would be the one to awake first. scarred arms tight around you like a coiled snake, sleepy golden eyes blinking down at your drooling face. you were such a messy sleeper even now, arms and legs spread open like a starfish, blanket kicked off and your pillow thrown somewhere onto the ground, selfishly using his arm as a pillow instead and stealing away his blanket while snoring like an ox. not like lin minded it, he would happily be your pillow and blanket. you were unbearably endearing even when you slept.
he would take a few minutes to just stay like that — basking in the morning light, hearing your snores and if unlucky on some mornings, get kicked or elbowed by your ever moving form. then, he would pepper kisses on your cheeks and forehead before getting up for the day. you were a little sleeping-in type of person and a late riser, so lin made it his personal mission to always get up early in the mornings to make you breakfast. after you finally leave your little blanket cocoon and pillow theft made fort, you would enjoy breakfast together. small talks and random knick knack conversation all the while you complained about him leaving the bed early yet again while he complains about you kicking him in your sleep.
afternoon hours would arrive by the time breakfast is finished and the plates are cleaned up, which would be followed by gardening hours. your backyard had a decent sized garden that had grown even more in the last three years geshu lin lived with you and that meant a few hours under the sun with your beloved while you shamelessly ogle at his half naked body. it got unbearably hot during the summer and autumn, and you held no qualms about watching the white haired man take off his clothes to dig more holes to plant the fruit trees and bushes or bring water from the well.
you were no liar and enjoyed watching those muscles ripple as he walked back and forth, digging holes and playing the trees. the scars and the corrupted purple of his arm were just added bonus, things that only made you want to pounce on him all the more. lin’s own cockiness didn’t help either, he would purposefully flex a little more, grunt a bit louder and shoot you that damn smirk with his handsomely scarred lips. the amount of times you nibbled on that lip scar is enough to compete with the stars in the sky. damned stupid, hot, sexy, scarred former general, you wanted to get him pregnant.
on most days, gardening hours ended up with either teasing banter and rough scuffles or with another adventure in the bedroom. and boy, did you made it an adventure in the bedroom for lin, making him doubt if you ever stopped being horny even for a few hours. today was one of those adventures where you tried another new thing in the bedroom, some sort of bondage or whatever. for lin, ropes meant binding of the occasional exile ruffians or the annoying TDs to keep them in place before finishing them off. not whatever you were trying to do him at the moment.
“…are you sure that you’re doing this thing right?” lin grumbled from his spot in front of you, seated on the soft plush mattress of the bed as the man complained of your lack of knowledge in this thing that you so cockily said you know about. which you obviously didn’t considering you were now sitting behind him with a guide book open on your thigh, talking to yourself under your breath as you tried to make sense of the ropes in your hand.
”i’m sure. just give me some time to understand on how to finish this knot” you hiss back at him, antsy on the thoughts of not getting it correctly on the very first try. living with lin must have messed up your ego levels as well because now you were striving to get things done perfectly on the first try with no prior knowledge. finally, after multiple failed tries, more than enough test runs on how to properly end the loopholes, you finish your very first bondage game successfully. keeping the former general’s arms behind his back, you pulled at the rope perhaps a bit too tightly, receiving complaints about the tightness of the ropes digging into his skin before tying the ends in a beautiful intricate knot. it looked way too pretty on your lin, if you have to be honest.
”see! i did it! told you it was not too hard for me to understand” you wipe away at an invisible sweat at your brow, giving an experimental tug on the ropes and placing two fingers under his ropes to see if it was loose enough to grant him some mobility. it was more than enough, perhaps leaning a bit into the tighter aspect, but it wasn’t anything lin couldn’t handle on his own.
”uh-huh. and what of your earlier failed attempts to get this thing right?”
”we don’t talk about that. shush” lin huffed a chuckle at your flustered state, shifting himself in the ropes. it wasn’t too tight — at least, as tight as exile handling goes — and the ropes were indeed pretty. perhaps he could get used to this limited movement and lavish in your perverse attention.
and just to his luck, you were one who were quite perverted in the bedroom. or was it because it was him? was his sheer existence the reason you were so unafraid to act perverted? and, he was hard already from just the thoughts of your hands on him and the tight bondage that held him in place.
“oi, what’re you drooling and staring for? touch me already, you dunce” geshu lin grumbled, like a hissy cat, nudging his pec into your palm for you to grope at the flesh. you had decided to tie him up in a way that accentuated the well trained muscle, golden colored rope forming a diamond shape over his heart, and pushing his pecs to make them appear more round. so predictable with your obsession with his pecs.
“oya? does my lin wanna be groped improperly? is he impatient to the idea of getting fucked?” you perk up from behind him, no doubt with that stupid grin on your face as you tease around the areola of his tit with the tip of your finger. geshu lin hissed at you when you flicked the hardening nub, growing antsy in his spot on the bed, fist clenching around air or finger tugging at the bondages.
“you’re just taking way too damn long. stupid freak”
“oh, but your cock is already weeping through your pants, lin. it’s like your body is crying for me to touch it” you tap at his pants, where you could see the outline of your pretty boy’s cock hard and crying through the material for your loving. a small patch of wet spot growing bigger when you swirl your finger over it, palming at the tip as if petting it to try and soothe it. and uncharacteristically, geshu lin whimpered.
“i-aanh~ ma-maybe i am. i do wan’ your attention, dunce-head. want you to pay proper attention to me” the former general whined and groaned at the back of his throat, refusing to moan like an idiot for you to touch him. grinding his hips back and forth, he wanted to thrust his clothed cock into your hand but each time you took it away, instead pinching at his nipples as if reminding him to stay still.
he didn’t wanted to stay still. he wanted to get fucked, he wanted your cold palm patting his red tip and spreading over the thick base of his. geshu lin wanted your hand, feel the cold flesh on his own heated up one and fuck his heavy dick into your fist.
but you just wouldn’t allow him!
“i wanna see how good i trained you, lin. make you cum improperly, see your cute face scrunch up” and maybe do more than that with how you kept teasing him.
flicking at his oddly cute nipples, biting down on that sensitive spot on his neck and merely pawing at his dick through the pants. if you were feeling merciful enough, you’d squeeze at his hard-on, rubbing your thumb up and down over the clothed length, fingering the wet patch and watching how some of his pre drips through the linen.
all the while, geshu lin swallowed down his moans like the brat he was, refusing to make you hear how good of a boy you made him for yourself. there was a broken wet sob when you bit at a fresh wound again, squeezing at his cock painfully over his pants. he wanted to plead for you to take it off, or at least slip his tip out to touch him! but geshu lin’s pride as a former general still burned at his heart and so, he had to deal with this painful toying of yours.
“c-can’t..♡︎! s-shit—haagh aaahg c-close! closeclose!! caaanh’t! ungk.. haagh~!” hiding his face into the side of your neck, geshu lin jackrabbits his hips around the mattress, making the old floorboards creak. chasing pointlessly after your soft, feather light touches, he was sure he was going crazy with the ropes halting his movements. if these stupid things weren’t in place, he would have fucked his fat dick into your hand. just a simple touch would be enough, but you weren’t even giving it to him!
“f-ffuckk.. fuck!! fuckin’ heell haagh aagh aah—haagk!” groaning, sometimes even growling into your neck, lin didn’t realized how sensitive you have made him over the past three years. simple touches and teaching pinches to his nipples, and if he was lucky, the occasional groping of his chest and yet he was already crying for his release.
“w-wait, no! nononoo-oough♡︎! fuck, [name]!” gasping in panic, the earlier high he got from your touches crashes instantly when you removed your hand from his groin, leaving his dick straining and twitching in his pants while he rasped out a plea for you to not do this. he was left all alone and ruined, not a single trace of your hand on him while he bitched at you for your cruelty.
“tut-tut, lin. be patient and i’ll make you cum”
he was going to end up delirious by the time you’re satisfied.
