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fanaticsnail · 1 month

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Restrained

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Word Count: 1,300+

Synopsis: Eustass Kid didn't know what possessed him to allow his lover to restrain him against his Captains' chair. But yet, here he is: stuck and loving it.

Themes: MDNI, smut, established relationship, Sub!kid x Dom!reader, gn!reader, nipple play - Kid receiving, untouched reader, untouched Kid.

Notes: I don't know why I needed to do this, but I did. He's just crept up on me. Send help. Something about large, powerful men being made to squirm.

Tag list: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry @gingernut1314 @carrotsunshine

Eustass Kid's eyes widened, his muffled voice growling past the material of the woven gag. Saliva coated his chin, his red paint far from present within the boarder lines of his lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he continued to strain against the seastone cuffs that bound his ankles to the chair legs.

Woven rope cinched tightly beneath his armpits, his right arm was bound to the backrest of the chair, while his stumped left was coiled tightly and restrained against the side of the chair.

Why did he agree to this again? What was the safety signal again? He just felt helpless, small, stuck - restrained.

As his eyes met with yours, your wicked smile crept up to decorate your face with suggestive intent. Your fingertips gently traced his scarred cheek, trailing down his jaw to brush lightly against his clavicle bone. As your fingertips trailed delicately lower against his chest, he writhed beneath your hand as it barely skimmed over his left nipple.

His belt buckle jingled as he attempted to greedily seek your touch where he desperately craved it. The waistband of his decorative pants and underwear fell further down his knees to pool at his boot-covered feet. The swollen tip of his angry cock throbbed, twitching in anticipation as it stood alert to receive its orders.

You remained fully clothed, your smile now softening into a small smirk. Your thumb casually traced over his left nipple once more, watching as Kid mewled within his gag and arched his back. His eyes widened further in shock as the first few droplets of pearly precum gathered in the slit of his cock.

This was the first time you had suggested such a thing: finally being the one in control for once. After much negotiating, and back and forth with what exactly that means, Kid agreed to be a willing puppy and accept all that he was given by your hands.

And what he was given was shibari restraint within his Captains’ chair, a gag thrust in between his lips, seastone cuffs attached to his ankles and a verbal reminder that, should he ever wish to stop, he was to tap his right heel three times firmly on the floor.

“Does that feel good, big guy?” you purred your sultry whisper into his left ear, “Like feeling my fingers on your sensitive nipples?”

Flicking your thumb over his left nipple, you began to focus your attention on his right: pinching it lightly between your index and middle finger. In scissoring motions, you rolled the tender skin between your secondary knuckles: always gentle, always soft, always tender.

Kid was panting heavily now, brows knit in a deep furrow with sweat pooling beneath the band of his blast goggles. Scrunching his eyes tightly shut, his black eyeliner began to smudge with a mixture of glassy tears at the stimulation he was and wasn't receiving.

The dance of his untouched cock bobbing in the air, veins pulsating with desire, held your attention for a moment: debating whether you should pay the poor, neglected boy some attention. Your smile widened as you chose to continue your negligence, focussing solely on his nipples.

You straddled his lap, hooking your thighs over his knees and intentionally keeping any stimulus away from his needy cock. He cried out in muffled desperation, opening his tightly scrunched eyes and begging you with his accusatory gaze.

The twitch of his knob enchanted you, watching as the blood rush deepened the hue and had his breath hitching.

“Am I not treating you well?” you taunted him with a mocking pout, “Too much and too little all at once?”

He bobbed his head frantically, his mind dizzy with the focus of his sensation being so far from his cock. He truly did not understand why this zone of his body had the pit of his stomach coiling within his belly, his balls sucked up deep within his stomach and the tip of his cock twitching like he was about to explode.

“You think this is too much,” you commented in a low hum, “Just wait until you feel this.”

Leaning down, you licked a clean stripe with the tip of your tongue down his left pectoral, rolling his right nipple within your thumb and index finger as you thumbed over his left. He mewled, keening and whimpering like a needy puppy as he tucked his head into his shoulder to avoid your eyes.

His breath hitched, his cock straining as his mind fogged. Your flattened tongue ground itself against the sensitive nub of his left nipple, before you swirled the tip in skillful circles. He honestly felt like the pit in his stomach was about to burst. He clamped his eyes shut once more, blood flooding to his cheeks: dusting his skin with a warm hue of vibrant red.

Tugging and sucking at the flesh had him writhing in his seat: gyrating, thrusting, and circling to attempt to rub his touch-starved cock against any surface to provide it stimulus. You giggled against his flesh before vibrating a hum into his peaked nipple.

He almost forgot how to breathe, the feelings were too overwhelming for him to process. You released his nipple from your mouth with an overemphatic ‘pop’, Kid’s eyes reopening to meet his whisky-hue orbs with your own. His irises were almost completely missing, the dark onyx of his pupils claiming dominance against his eyes.

Floating your eyes between his own, briefly fluttering down to his gagged mouth, you leaned forward and pressed a small kiss against his lips. The kiss was chaste, his lips barely being able to meet with your own beneath the woven gag. Pulling away, you smiled at him while still flicking at his right nipple.

Without tearing your eyes from his, you leant down to his left nipple once more. Kid held his breath, fully expecting you to toy with him with your lips and tongue. What you did instead was lean forward, hover your lips in a perfect circle, and blew a lengthy breath of cold air against the saliva coated surface of his left nipple.

The band snapped within his stomach; the sudden shocked arrival of an unsuspecting orgasm erupting from the swollen tip of Kid’s impressive cock had his voice crying out for you. You pulled away from his nipples, sensing a twitch in his thigh that only ever occured when he was about to explode in passion.

Thick ropes of his cum spent itself on his stomach, smaller squirts of pearly, translucent droplets spurted within the air and coated his pubic hair at the base of his shaft. His thick, red pubic hair was marked by his sticky cum: coating each strand with his passionate release.

Cries of his bliss were caught within the material of the saliva-dampened gag, halting the true sobs and whimpers he was desperately screaming in gratitude to you. Your shock was evident in your eyes, a surprised smile swelled up to your cheeks as you watched this impressively larger man become undone without any stimulus to his quivering cock.

Huffing and panting, the final spurts of his spend leaked from his shiney tip, pooling down his velvety shaft with several whimpering twitches. You cooed at him in awe, softly pressing a small kiss against the apple of his cheek as you halted the pressure on his nipples.

“Aww, that was so cute!” you chirped at him, his eyes snapping open with his brows triangulating in the center of his forehead, “You wanna do it again?”

His right heel bounced frantically against the floor, indicating in panic that he was completely and totally unprepared to have that occur again. You giggled with your head nodding, hands presenting your palms upwards in defense before removing the gag from your lover’s lips.

“Okay, big guy,” you smiled at him, tugging down the material and shimmying it down his chin, “How do you feel?” you caressed his cheeks, pressing gentle kisses against his temple and forehead.

“Like I-...” he choked on his words, glancing down at the mess coating his lap and chair, “...like I shouldn't have liked that as much as I did.”

#one piece #x reader #eustass kid #eustass x reader #one piece eustass #op kid #one piece kid #kid x reader #eustass kid x reader #op kid smut #eustass kid smut #i have been writing him very sub lately

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kieonu · 7 months

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boyfie! yuta okkotsu x cosplayer! reader [nsfw edition]

gender-neutral reader

category: nsfw, more suggestive rather than smutty

cw: nsfw, mentions of bondage, sub/dom dynamics, consensual photography

[a/n]: yuta is an adult here

boyfie! yuta who loves and blushes whenever you have risqué photoshoots. he dislikes sharing this side of you with others, but if it's what you want then he'll go along with it. besides, he gets the more private photos for himself anyways

boyfie! yuta who loves when you make out with him during risqué couple shoots. of course he'll only make out with you if the photographer isn't there. he doesn't think he can handle being caught in such an intimate moment like that

boyfie! yuta who wants to tear your costume off of you when the photoshoot is over, but is too worried about how you'll react if he did (cosplays are so expensive, sobs)

boyfie! yuta who definitely has you pose in nearly pornographic poses as he's taking your photos

boyfie! yuta who isn't so into bondage but LOVES seeing you tied up in shibari or in cuffs. these are only for his own pleasure though, the public is not allowed to see this part of you

boyfie! yuta who gets turned on while seeing you in such a weak and submissive state

boyfie! yuta who sprouts a boner when you cosplay more domineering characters. he'd have you step on him for a shot, breath being taken away as he ultimately views your private areas from below

he is so utterly in love with you in both subby and dom states, both in character and out of character. maybe you should even tie him up for a change, you'll just have to discuss with him beforehand

#yuta okkotsu #yuuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x you #yuuta okkotsu x you #yuta okkotsu imagine #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jjk imagine #yuta okkotsu smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #yuta jjk #yuta jujutsu kaisen

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rosedom · 1 month

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Oh, reading through your Tighnari alphabet post has me thinking- which Genshin characters do you think would be into unique bondage styles?

I saw a fan art of Kazuha where he has his wrists bound by a rope from the ceiling and was on the ground with his knees tucked under him and that has me thinking about which characters would be into more uncommon bondage :>

KAZUHA BONDAGE FANARTS ARE SO MMMMMMM . . . he is absolutely perfect for any form of it, be it simple or shibari—especially-so if the ropes are a deep red. red against his pale skin, contrasting it, and going beautifully with his rosy cheeks (and chest . . . and ass . . . and arms . . . 'cos there's no doubt that this guy is another full-body blusher !!) and streak of colored hair . . . he's literally the pattern-setter. genuinely, any kind of bondage just pairs so beautifully with kaz; but he thrives on his knees, knelt all pretty on a pillow <3

as for others . . . hm . . .

listen. really, really listen, okay?

alhaitham. haitham in unique bondage. maybe shibari, maybe something else; but this man wants to be all in. if his wrists are tied, something else must be, too—be that lines of rope or ribbon criss-crossing his biceps or even his chest, chafing so sweetly against his dusky nipples . . . i want this feeble scribe to finally feel feeble. helpless, with his arms tied up and wrists bound to the opposite forearm, his legs tied to themselves but left spread open. he's able to move, still, but only at your touch—you hold the power (the power he so easily gives, the secret loverboy) to open his legs.

on the opposite side of things, i think that venti is a HUGEEE fan of shibari—not in the restraint sense, but in the sense of artwork. he wants to have his body on display to you. so while his limbs may be tied some days, others they aren't; sometimes, he only has rope stringing across his torso without any impediment to his mobility. (he has definitely worn some rope under his clothes on an outing with you~.) venti's got the prettiest lil' body, and he knows it—he ought to show it off with ropes accentuating that trim waist of his, those plump thighs . . . mmm

and then there's cyno.

bondage isn't usually on the table for him—after all, he's an expanse of scarred yet smooth skin . . . any rope marks would be embarrassingly noticable. but, hey—he's got that big ol' cloak for a reason (look, i'm not saying he's got it just because it can hide the rope marks; but it's definitely a bonus he considered). he's another one of those cases of men in power wanting so desperately to submit, to no longer be in control; and what better way than through bondage? especially the types that leave cyno pulsing—through cock n' cunt—with each loop of rope you drag across his body.

but let's take ropes aside, though, and look at the possibility of leather cuffs.

heizou, for one, would be a huge fan of soft leather tying his wrists together and ankles apart, kept snugly locked to a leather-infused spreader bar. he already wears rope in his day-to-day get-up, so to make that switch to leather instead—it's perfectly ironic. just imagining the way sweet heizou would look with his legs kept shoulder-width apart, unable to close, cunt dripping right past his taint to puddle on the floor, his hands cuffed together in soft leather . . . maybe even a leather collar, too.

i'm not normally a fan of leather—the implications of it are always rough in a way i do not enjoy—, but like this . . . heizou is simply perfect for it !!

bondage is so touch n' go for me, but, god . . . when i like it, i like it.

#roseyapping #i got carried away . . i love tying up pretty boys <3 #it's the vulnerability . . . the trust . . . the raw want that really gets to me.#sub genshin #genshin smut

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hyunjins-orange-slice-too · 2 months

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pairing: dom lee know x f. reader

genre: smut— smut with feelings (me being delulu at the end)

word count: ~2.3k

warnings: established relationship— pet names— bondage— toys— oral (f. and m.receiving)— orgasm denial (kinda)— unprotected sex— cum eating— spanking

an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace.

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He kissed you softly on the lips before returning to his chair. The chair had a high back and was upholstered with black velvet. The material made a shhh noise as his suit pants slid over its surface. He leaned back, a smirk on his face, admiring his work. You were a few feet away, on the bed. You were on all fours, your weight resting on your knees and elbows. You were bound with black shibari rope. You looked up at him through your lashes, he was staring at you like you were something to eat. Like he was going to absolutely wreck you. His eyes fell to your clothing. You were wearing his favorite piece of lingerie. Violet lace, tied together in the middle by a thin silk string. It barely covered your breasts. A matching violet thong did nothing to cover your sex. Especially with you squirming around, unable to keep still, begging him to touch you. His room was dark, lit only by candles. Though there were many, many candles. Their wax having dropped down their holders, over many uses, to pool on the floor. In the flickering light, your eyes met.

"You’re wearing my favorite." He purred.

You nodded, unable to make a noise that wasn’t a whimper. You rocked forward and back on your knees. He flexed his hand that was resting on his thigh. Three of the five fingers on that hand were adorned with silver rings, and a small silver chain dangled from his wrist. Thick veins ran up the back of his hand, up his forearm, and disappeared under his shirt cuff where you couldn’t see them anymore. As if he was itching to swat your backside, he flexed his hand again, before balling it up into a fist. His other hand was busy undoing the top few buttons of his white dress shirt. Through the small gap, you could see the thin silver necklace that matched his bracelet. The long chain lay against his heaving chest, mingling with his limited chest hair, as he took deep breaths. You couldn’t see it, because it was hidden by his shirt, but there is a small charm on the end of that chain. The charm had a simple engraving of your first initial.

He leaned to one side now, the fisted hand relaxing and sliding into his pocket. He pulled out a sleek, black iPhone. Is he going to take your picture? You didn’t care. You trusted him fully, and if he wanted to take a picture to remember this moment, then you wanted him to have it. But instead of raising the phone to point the camera in your direction, he started swiping through apps. He found the one he wanted and opened it. He laid the phone on his thigh and you could see there was nothing on the screen but a graphic of a shiny gold button.

"Do you know what this button does?" He asked.

You shook your head, no.

He leaned forward, presenting the phone to you.

"Would you like to find out?" You looked at him, unsure. He slid the phone onto the bed so it was resting underneath your tied hands, which now hovered over the screen. You looked down at the phone, then back up to him. He ran the tip of his nose up your arm, and kissed your shoulder gently.

"Go on, baby." He whispered in your ear. "Press it."

You brought your hands down, and with all the courage you could muster, pressed the button quickly. You gasped. The small toy he had inserted into you, after tying you up, gave a quick buzz. He chuckled darkly at your reaction. You pressed the button again, longer this time, holding your finger on it. The toy buzzzzzed inside of you, sending shivers through your whole body. You moaned, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. He leaned forward and snatched the phone from your hand.

"Ah ah ah," he scolded. "Let’s not get carried away."

He sat back in his chair, watching you. He pressed the button a few times in quick succession. Your body flinched and shook with the vibrations. You whimpered and looked at him pleadingly. He held his finger on the button for a few short seconds. Your back arched, your eyes screwed shut. You whimpered once more when he removed his finger from the button.

"Poor baby," he teased. "Do you want me to keep pressing the button?" He pressed it once quickly as he said the word ‘button’. You gasped and nodded vigorously. He pressed it again for a few seconds, moans falling from your lips.

"You look so beautiful, kitten. Tied up and moaning for me." His words made you clench around the toy, which buzzed as he held the button. He continued holding it, the longest he had yet. No longer able to stay upright, one of your hips hit the bed. Now facing him, your tiny silk string had come undone, revealing your breasts to him. He released the button. You were breathing heavily. He knelt next to the bed, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss. His soft lips kissed from your mouth, down your neck, until they found your breast. His quick tongue lashed out at your nipple. Your head fell back, eyes closed, in bliss. He sucked your nipple into his mouth and pressed the button. He hummed his approval at the sound of your moans, causing vibrations on your breast that matched the ones at your core. He released the button and you fell back on the mattress.

He stood and you grew cold without him near. He walked to the foot of the bed, and ran his fingers up and down your left calf.

"So beautiful." He whispered to himself. You pulled your knees toward your chest, revealing your sex to him. His pupils dilated. He got on his knees. "I love playing with you, kitten." He said, his warm breath brushing across your clit. You lifted your hips slightly, bringing yourself closer to his mouth. He pulled back.

"Don’t get greedy, baby. You will get what I give you, when I give it to you." He scolded, and then smacked you in your most sensitive area. You yelped.

"These panties look so pretty, shielding your little pussy, but I think it’s time to take them off." He pulled your thong down to your ankles. Now fully exposed to him, he leaned in and licked a stripe from the toy up to the top. The feeling of his tongue on you making you buck your hips again. He gave you another smack on your now naked pussy.

"You taste so good, princess." He moaned. He was slowly loosing his composure. He licked another stripe, then flicked his tongue across your clit, and pressed the button. Your stomach tightened and you nearly screamed. He kept his finger on the button and his tongue kept pace. You could feel your release building inside you. He could hear it in your moans that you were close. He released the button and pulled away. You whined.

"Don’t you whine at me." He warned, standing up. "I’ll let you cum, but I want to see your face when you do."

His thumb found your clit and began to rub circles, while his other thumb pushed the button. You moaned and your back arched, pushing your breasts higher. You could feel it building again.

"Go ahead, baby." He encouraged. "Cum for me."

And you did. Your body trembled with the release of it, your eyes scrunched shut, hands balled up into fists.

"Good girl baby. Your so pretty when you’re cumming." He said, releasing the button. You relaxed on the sheets as you came down from your high. He slowly pulled the toy out and placed it on the bedside table. He walked toward your head.

"When you’re ready, get back on your knees." He commanded. You did as he asked. Now level with your face, he started undoing his belt. You could see the bulge in his pants and your mouth started to water. You love it when he lets you suck him. It’s your favorite way to please him. He pulled his cock out of his pants and started stroking it slowly.

"Open." He commanded, and you did so immediately. Enthusiastically.

"So eager." He teased. "What a good girl." He put his hand on the back of your head and guided his tip into your mouth. You moaned at the familiar taste of him. He slowly pushed his length in to your mouth until his tip touched the back of your throat. You gagged and he pulled out a little. Then he repeated the process. After a few thrusts, he shoved his cock as far in as he could get it. You sputtered around him, spit dripping down onto the sheets. His head fell back. "Fuck." He exhaled. Then he suddenly pulled all the way out, leaving you empty. He knelt down and kissed you deeply.

He then walked around the bed, removing the rest of his clothes, and aligned himself with your entrance. Your heart quickened with the anticipation.

"Are you ready, baby?" He asked, rubbing his tip up and down through your wetness. You nodded. "Tell me." He said.

"Yes please." You said, shyly. "I’m ready. Please." You begged. He grabbed your hips and slowly pushed all the way inside you, until his hips were touching your ass.

"You feel divine, kitten." He moaned. But, he didn’t move. He stayed still for a moment and let you adjust to his size. You kept clenching and unclenching around him.

"Minho.." you moaned, pleading.

"What is it baby?" He answered.

"Please.." was all you could say.

"Okay, honey." He said sweetly, rubbing up and down your back. He grabbed your hips again and started thrusting in and out. His pace was slow and hard. He thrusts were powerful, his fingers digging into your skin, surely to leave a bruise. You didn’t mind. You loved it when he marked you.

"Fuck." He moaned, quickening his pace.

You were a moaning mess beneath him. He leaned down, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling your head back.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He whispered in your ear.

"Yes!" You moaned.

"Do you like it when I fuck you?" He breathed.

"Yes! Yes!" You answered.

"Yes, what?" He ordered. "Say it, baby. You like it when i fuck your sweet little cunt?"

"Yes, sir!" You moaned. "Feels so good."

"My cock drunk little slut, takes my cock so good." He said, thrusting harder.

He released you with a grunt and you fell forward onto the mattress, he spanked you, hard. "Mmm"he growled., and spanked you again. "I love it when your pretty ass turns red, baby." Spank. "You’re such a good girl letting me use you like this." Spank.

"Oh my god." You moaned.

"That’s it baby." He said, thrusting into you. You could feel your orgasm building.

"Minho.." you whimpered.

"What baby?" He asked, sweetly. "Are you going to cum?"

"Yes please, sir."

His thrusts were getting sloppier, his breathing ragged. He was getting close too. "Go ahead baby. Cum on my cock."

You clenched around him, squeezing so tight. "Fuck!" He yelled.

An intense orgasm hit you then. "Thank you!" You moaned. "Thank you, sir! Thank you. Thank you."

"You’re welcome, sweet girl." He said. "Keep milking my cock. Do you want my cum, baby?" He asked.

Still convulsing, you managed to moan out a "yes, please." And with a growl, he released inside of you. He buried himself as deep as he could and froze, riding out his orgasm and emptying himself into you. He leaned down and kissed your back, then your shoulder.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked, breathless.

You nodded, unstable to speak. He kissed your back again and then straightened. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you empty and a wave of sadness came over you. You could feel his cum leaking out of you and onto the bed. He knelt down so his breath was hitting your tired pussy. He used his finger to scoop up his cum and put it back inside you. You moaned into the sheets. He kissed your thighs, kissed the red handprints on your ass, and then licked your clit quickly before sticking his tongue in your dripping hole. He licked your walls and you shivered around him.

He pulled away. "Both of our release taste so good when they’re mixed together." He licked his lips. He untied your ankles and rubbed where the rope had been. He kissed each ankle before crawling on the bed next to you and untying your wrists. He kissed those as well before pulling your limp body close to his chest, squeezing you tight. You kissed his muscled chest.

"I love you." You said, your voice muffled against his skin.

"What baby?" He asked, pulling back and looking down at you softly.

You looked up into his eyes. "I love you." You repeated quietly.

"Oh, baby." He pulled you close again, your face in his chest. His smell in your nostrils, tears leaking from your eyes. You loved this man, so much. It hurt. He kissed your head.

"I love you, kitten." He said into your hair. "My sweet, sweet baby."

You sniffled, still crying slightly. He looked down at you again, using his thumb to wipe your tears.

"Don’t cry, honey. You promise you’re okay? Did I hurt you?" He asked, concern in his voice.

You shook your head no. You willed yourself to stop crying. This was pathetic, crying because you’re so in love. You needed to stop before you chased him away.

He hugged you tight without another word and rubbed your back softly with his fingertips. He kissed your head occasionally, humming a soft song until you fell asleep in his strong arms.

🚨reminder: this blog is 18+ only. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers (which i greatly appreciate) but if there’s no age identifier on your blog, i’m blocking you no questions asked. (for my own sanity and peace of mind.) ik some people don’t actually go to my page to read the warnings, so im going to start attaching a warning at the bottom of all my posts. thanks for understanding. 💕

#stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids lee know #stray kids lee minho #lee know skz #lee know x reader #lee know x you #lee know x y/n #stray kids x reader #stray kids x female reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n #hyunjins orange slice too

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temptthefates · 2 years

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TYPES OF BONDAGE. ( nsfw ! an assortment of ways to tie up a muse. add * to reverse the meme. feel free to adjust any of these to fit your muse or scenario and feel free add as much detail as you want ! )

[ KNEEL ] ― for sender to tie receiver up with shibari in a kneeling position. [ TANGLED ] ― for sender to tie receiver up with shibari in a suspended position. [ BOUND ] ― for sender to tie receiver up with shibari in a face up / face down position on the bed. [ SHIBARI ] ― for sender to tie up receiver with shibari in a position of sender’s choice. [ NEON ] ― for sender to tie receiver up with neon / glow in the dark rope. [ SUBMIT ] ― for sender to tie receivers wrists / arms together with rope. [ DENY ] ― for sender to tie receivers wrists to the headboard with rope. [ ARREST ] ― for sender to handcuff receiver's wrists behind their back. [ HEADBOARD ] ― for sender to handcuff receiver’s wrists to the headboard. [ BELT ] ― for sender to tie receiver’s wrists together with their belt. [ CUFFS ] ― for sender to tie receiver’s wrists behind their back with leather cuffs. [ LEATHER ] ― for sender to tie receiver’s wrists down to the bed with leather cuffs. [ EAGLE ] ― for sender to tie receiver down on the bed in a spread eagle position. [ COLLAR ] ― for sender to put a collar on receiver and tie the leash to something ( headboard / support beam / table leg / etc. ) [ FORMAL ] ― for sender to tie receiver’s wrists together with their tie. [ CHAIR ] ― for sender to tie receiver to a chair ( with rope / cuffs / handcuffs / etc ) [ SENSUAL ] ― for sender to tie receiver up with silk ties. [ GIFT ] ― for sender to tie receiver up with ribbon, like a gift. [ RESTRAIN ] ― for sender to bind receiver in any way they chose ( spare slot for you to write your own prompt )

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompt #rp prompts #starter sentences #sinday prompts #sinday memes #smut prompts #smut memes

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stardewstardropthoughts · 1 year

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Ugh I loved the breeding kink one <3333 Pls write some bondage, I think you'd write it really well!!

Thank you!! I did my best! 💙💙💙💙 y’all are so sweet and also I’m glad we’re all massive whores together 😂

Content warning: afab reader, bondage, praise, overstimulation, Shane brain rot tbh, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The bachelors and bondage

Harvey:

Look at this man and tell me he doesn’t fantasize about seeing you In medical stirrups

I won’t be convinced otherwise

He wants to have you spread out before him on the exam table

Arms bound above your head while he teases your cunt with feather light touches, gentle sips of just the tip of his fingers inside your weeping hole

Has you whining for him to do something more, to plunge his fingers inside you and turn your brain to mush

“Now now, let the doctor do his job sweetheart or I may have to punish you”

Once he starts actually fucking you his hands are everywhere

Particularly fond of rubbing your clit and sucking your nipples until your desperately trying to get away from the harsh thrusts and overstimulating feelings

“Shh sweet girl, you can take it I know you can”

Elliott:

I think he’s more into the art of shibari, which is Japanese rope tying

Loves all the intricate knots and how the ropes make your skin pudge just a bit where it bites into you

Loves that it allows him to take his time tying each knot, tracing his fingers over your skin as he goes

Once he’s completed his masterpiece he loves to take a step back and enjoy how exposed you are to him, eyes wondering the expanse of your body while you dangle from the suspensions

It took a long time and a lot of research or proper methods before he was willing to try this on you, and ofcourse he would often times practice what he could on himself to ensure he could get the knots right

Although it isn’t an inherently sexual form of bondage it certainly can be used as such, sometimes he simply wants to admire how you look while tied up, other times he of course indulges

Loves to use toys on you when your bound like this, or his tongue and hands

“You look so beautiful like this my love, allow me to worship you just a bit longer”

Accidentally overstimulates you sometimes

Shane:

This man, oh boy

Absolutely loves to use bondage on you, hand cuffs are a common occurrence in the bedroom

So is his belt wrapped around your arms to keep them together behind your back

Spreader bars are used to keep your legs open for him

On nights he’s feeling particularly cruel he’ll attach a magic wand to the spreader bar to keep it pressed snuggly to your clit while it’s on its highest setting

His fingers pumping in and out of your cunt at a brutal pace, expertly bringing orgasm after orgasm out of you

“Fuck baby, this slutty little cunt just can get enough can it? Gonna cum again for me? Do it bitch”

Loves to see tears roll down your face from how overstimulated he gets you

When he finally fucks you he might put a collar around your neck with a leash attached so he can just yank you up right to grope at your tits while his cock slams into your sensitive cunt

“Shit baby, opened you up so much tonight and still so fucking tight, what a good little whore for me hmm?”

Alex:

Listen, I know this one’s gonna hurt someone’s feelings but like the most he’s willing to do is handcuff’s honestly

I don’t see him being to big on bondage, if he wanted to keep your hands up he’d hold them in his own hands

But on the occasion that he does break out the cuffs it’s probably because his hands are gonna be busy being used for your pleasure

Your hands are bound to the head bored of the bed while his face is between your thighs, two fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt while his tongue works your clit

His other hand is keeping your thighs open while you writhe around trying to clamp them shut around his head

“Fuck babe, taste so good, gonna have you creaming around my fingers in no time”

Sam:

Okay if he’s the one being bound?

He loves to be gagged, loves a cute leather collar and absolutely wants his hands cuffed

One of those gags that has a ring to keep your mouth open? He loves those, spit in his mouth please

Loves when you overstimulate him, wants to be forced to cum multiple times in a row

“Please, to much, can’t cum again shit, hurts”

“Awe poor baby boy, do you wanna safe word out?”

“N-no”

“Hmm didn’t think so, so be a good boy for me and take it”

If he’s the one binding you?

Loves those binds you attach to the top and bottom of the bed so he can keep your arms and legs secured

Also loves sex swings that you attach to doors

Will 100% tie rope shibari style around your torso to bind your tits so he can watch the rope bite into them

Wants to have you an absolute mess underneath him while he watches you fall apart

“Look at you doing so good for me baby, just a little longer, you can take it, right?”

Sebastian:

He has a fixation with leather in the bedroom so bet your ass you have leather cuffs, a leather whip (it’s not bondage but look man, he would) the cutest leather collar he could find and a matching set of cat ears he bought as a joke but discovered he liked a little to much

His favorite place to fuck you is in his gaming chair

He’s got you on the chair, your legs are up on the arm rests with a belt pinning each leg to the arms

Arms bound behind the chair with a set of cuffs

Naked and displayed perfectly for him to start eating you out like a man starved

He’s got a dildo plunging into your cunt as a quick pace while he sucks on your clit lightly

“Shit sweet girl look at you, so perfect for me”

Makes you cum three times like this before he even thinks about fucking you

Absolutely a pleasure dom

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pray4saint · 10 months

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could you do dteam's favorite toys to use solo and on their partner? like headcanons?

dteam's favourite solo and partnered toys

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. smut. gn!reader. obviously constant talk of sex toys.

a/n. it would be my pleasure

dream

dream strikes me as the kind of guy who uses cock rings by himself, just to electrify the feeling of pleasure and occasionally of pain

sub!dream will also tease himself with the cock ring, telling himself to wait, just to wait for you to get home, although sometimes he can't help himself, pumping his cock, whimpering, crying like a dog in heat, trying to get himself off

with his partner? toys to use with you? not exactly a toy, but he likes shibari, using different kinds of rope, or even ties or silk materials to tie you to the headboard or just your hands together

the feeling he gets from you being tied up, from seeing you tied up before him, it makes him feral

”clay please,” you sputter your words, suddenly feeling a little self conscious of your nude body. ”please touch me clay.” ”of course dove, whatever your little heart desires.” he presses a soft kiss to your lips before getting to work with his hands.

also dream tagteaming with blindfolds + floggers

he doesn't use the flogger to hit you, but rather just to drag along your body, and since you can't see, the feeling of the leather against your skin is heightened, making you whine and your breathing hitch

sub!dream definitely likes the blindfold, likes to have all his other sense heightened while you touch him

using a fleshlight on sub!dream, oh god. / he whimpers, telling you how he wishes it was your mouth or your hole

”please, please y/n, wanna feel you.” his hips still buck up into the toy, making you chuckle. ”but you're enjoying this so much.” his eyes bore into yours with clear plea. ”maybe if you're good i'll suck you off.” he nods repeatedly, groaning at the way you dragged the toy particularly hard against his cock.

sapnap

sap on the other hand uses a fleshlight when he's alone and it's probably clear, he likes to see how far his cock gets inside the toy

or, v similar, a pocket mouth that reminds him of your mouth / of course nothing compares to the real thing but when he's alone sometimes his mind wanders and his thoughts get the better of him

but when he's with you, his partner, he likes things like vibrators to stimulate you

he'll wear a cock ring if you ask him to, but only if you do

he uses cuffs, more so for your ankles than your wrists, so he can keep your legs apart when he's giving you head simply because it's easier

it's a 50/50 with the cuffs tho, because he does enjoy the feeling of your thighs squeezing him

other times, sapnap will use a dildo-vibrator combo, sat behind you, fucking you on the toy, playing with your nipples and whispering praises and degrading words in your ear, sometimes punctuated by kisses to your neck or nibbles to your ear

”y'feel good doll?” you can only moan in response. ”doing so good puppy, taking it so well.” he kisses your neck, before trailing up and nibbling at your lobe. ”like the whore you are for me, hm?”

sub!sapnap though? he doesn't mind when you use a crop or a paddle or a flogger against his skin, the pain excites him more than he'd care to admit

i also think sub!sapnap likes collaring, you pulling him towards you with the leash for a kiss while you fuck yourself on his cock

”doin' so good for me sap.” you heave out, pulling on the leash to drag up to your face. you press your lips against his and you can feel the desperation in them. when you pull away, he whimper. ”more..” he kind of stutters over his words but you oblige, kissing him again.

george

george seems like most likely of the three to use a vibrator solo, probably only on the head while he strokes himself, just to see how far he can take it until it's too much and his head is thrown back while he cums

it's different when he's with you, he's a bit idk,, kinkier??

probably more into whips and clamps

his voice is calm, sweet, soothing. ”you're doing so good darling.” the crop lands against your ass again, making you squeal.

i think when george, the tit guy of the dteam, isn't playing with and sucking on your nipples, he's got clamps on them

especially after working you up and twisting and pinching your nipples, the clamps just make you look so pretty to him

also big on vibrators with you, using it on you when he's tired or when he feels like overstimulation is the way to go

”you look gorgeous sweetheart.” george coos as if your expression is not completely fucked out from his cock and the vibrator he's added on for stimulation.

or sub!george, who wears a cock ring when you're jerking him off, tears brimming in his eyes because it's all just so intense

sub!george + cuffs, idk i think he likes being restricted, being completely at your disposal, physically unable to resist what you do to/with him

”are you alright georgie? you looks a little helpless there..” you faux sympathy, running your fingers along his thigh. ”please, y/n– please touch me.” ”use your words george, i know you can.” your hands trail away from his cock, up to his stomach, making him whine. ”please touch my cock..”

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[JDVN] Red Red Rope

i absolutely blasted this one out fuelled by nothing but horny brain. only like 2/3 proofread but enjoy anyway. this one is nasty please read the warnings

pairing: john doe x afab! reader

warnings: porn no plot, shibari/bondage, knifeplay, bloodplay, biting, scratching, marking, overstimulation, implied dacryphilia, reader is implied to be a switch

"pretty, pretty, pretty...-"

doe tends to mumble to himself when he has you like this. he can't help it. you look angelic, all tied up in that new blood red rope you had bought. it had initially been for him, but a switch in mood caused the both of you to decide to turn the tables for a bit.

"don't even know where to start...~" he giggles to himself, admiring his work for a bit. your naked body is on display in front of him, laid out on the bed, and he's tied you up with a surprising amount of skill, the rope crossing over your chest and stomach and hips, accentuating your gorgeous curves. more rope ties your wrists together and keeps them above your head, tied to the headboard, while seperate ankle cuffs keep your legs spread apart.

such a delectable meal, all for him to enjoy.

doe watches with wide, eager eyes as you squirm and writhe, desperate for touch. you're like a little worm, he thinks, a cute little worm all wiggly and squirmy. he decides that instead of his hand, you'll get to feel his knife first. the cold metal blade drags along your delicate skin, starting at your foot.

"up, up, up, up..." he whispers, brushing the blade over your knee, then your thigh, it lingers there and you whimper so prettily, and then it drags over your hip too, before stopping at your stomach. he traces patterns over your skin with the tip of the blade. he's doing it all for you, this slow show of power, the teasing. he knows how much you love it, how it turns your brain to mush as you anticipate and anticipate and anticipate. personally, he loves feeling everything all at once and at full force, but who is he to deny his love, especially when it gets them so wet?

"soft..." he whispers, moving closer, settling himself in the space between your legs. he's staring at the plush skin on your tummy, and momentarily he abandons the knife. his pointed black nail presses into your skin, just below your stomach on your abdomen. 'DOE', the red lines act as a guide for his knife. you squeal and whine so beautifully when he carves over the lines, it hurts but it hurts good. it's a flaring, pulsing sort of pain, the knowledge that he's marked you as his. all his. only his. you're crying already, all for him?

blood drips from the name written into your skin, trickling down, into the dips between your inner thigh and your mound, and down between your lower lips. the sight of your fresh blood makes doe lose any semblance of patience he was holding onto for you. the knife is abandoned, forgotten on the mattress, and he buries his face between your legs, eating your pussy like a man starved. it's rough and passionate, almost desperate, his long tongue licks up any drops of blood on your skin, before he sucks and licks at your clit. he moans and whines like this is getting him off, and it probably is, considering how his hips are rocking into the mattress.

the pain and pleasure mix, your moans and cries grow louder. it stirrs him on, his sharp grip tightening around your thighs, undoubtedly leaving nail marks. his tongue starts fucking into your desperate hole, teeth dragging roughly over your clit. it's all too much, and you can't move away from it due to your restraints. you've never felt an orgasm begin to form so quickly, and doe feels it too, he sees how your legs are tensing and your hips squirm more and more and more. his eyes are wild, feral, rutting into the mattress at the same pace his tongue pushes into you with, the long muscle hitting all your deepest spots, dragging over them without mercy. he's panting hard, and you're on the verge of tears once more, the pleasure is so intense you think you're going to combust if you cum.

"doe- doe, please- oh-!"

his tongue pulls out of you to be replaced by two fingers, while his thumb rubs at your clit in tight little circles. doe lifts his head for a moment to see just how beautiful you look, and his pupils dilate at the sight before him. he can't help it, leaning back down to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of your thigh. you scream his name, the sudden sharp pain mixing with the pleasure his hand is giving you being what throws you over the threshold into your orgasm. you fight against the rope on your wrists and ankles, so many sensations just becoming too much, though it's all so perfect and addicting you also never want it to stop.

by the time you come down from your high, you realize that doe has stopped biting your thigh and is instead licking up the blood that trickles from the mark, his hips still grinding into the mattress at a rough and fast pace. his eyes roll back suddenly and he lets out his held breath with a long whine of, "i love you i love you i love you i love you-". after a few moments, his eyes open and he pants, pushing himself up press kiss after kiss to your thighs and hips.

"you did so so perfect, my love," doe croons, nuzzling into your tummy, "how about i untie you and we switch over?"

you can't wait to see how he looks in this rope too.

#john doe x reader #john doe x you #john doe visual novel #john doe game #john doe

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years

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|| Justify ||

Poor is the man

Whose pleasures depend

On the permission of another

Love me, that's right, love me

I want to be your baby

Pairing: Matt Murdock X female Reader

Rating: E 18+ very much MAXIMUM SMUT, Shibari rope bondage, religious tropes, black suit (mmfff), fuck-me-in-half style sex, Matt Murdock's All Night Long Fuckathon, multiple orgasms, overstim, p in v, cream pie, oral, cumplay, oh- is that a breeding kink? Mayyyybe.

A/n: if you fancy you can have a listen to part of the inspiration for this, of course it's Madonna - Justify My Love. It's a bit long, sorry for any mistakes if they're terrible let me know, um.. nothing much else to say really, enjoy?

You waited alone in the office for him to arrive, idly tidying away the detritus of the day to pass the time. You were on edge, excited, and if you were completely honest, a little bit nervous.

He came in through the window and you almost didn't hear him, your body jerking in surprise and heart hammering a hundred times a second as his hand slipped so casually around your waist. You could feel him smirking, lips warm into your neck as he brushed your hair aside and planted a soft kiss just under your ear.

"Matt..."

"No. You asked for the other guy." his tone shot straight through you and you released an extremely shaky exhale before breathing him in. He smelled of the cool night air, of the city. Of rooftops, alleys and blood. Fights won, prevented, and lost.

His hands go to your shoulders, easily sliding the loose straps of your dress aside and you looked down almost helplessly as it fell down watching it pool on the floor around your feet.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?"

You shouldn't have been surprised at how beautifully he worked the ropes, how his fingers danced across your skin setting you alight with anticipation as he prepared you. Coils wrapped tidily around your wrists like crimson cuffs with a strong loop emerging from between them. Rows of neat knots decorated your body in a deceptively simple and attractive harness. Every single twist, wrap and knot was strategically placed for your pleasure, either indirectly by pressing against a pressure point, or more obviously, like the two strands that crisscross and diagonally frame around your clit. Every time you squirm against your bindings they give you a delicate kiss of stimulation and no more, just enough to have you lightly panting and pliant for him. You perch on one of the office chairs, the ropes wrapping your thighs softly pressing into your skin.

It was well into the evening of course, the main office door was locked but he had made sure your friends were busy just in case. You wouldn't have wanted to give Karen or Foggy an accidental view of you in this particular state. In fact you had almost said no to Matt before you acquiesced to his request for it to be here, he was very persuasive. With that mouth, and those hands he could almost get you to agree to anything.

Of course, you also had requests.

Actually, just the one.

"The Devil." you'd asked him, "I want him to take my confession."

Matt's mouth had gone dry. "I uh, hear the church can do that, see, they have these things called priests..." he half jokes but he's curious.

"Please."

"Alright." Matt's interest was doubly piqued. After all, what could you say to the Devil that you wouldn't say to him?

And so here you were. And here he was. You had to admit this was not quite what you were expecting when he decided to take his turn with the ropes.

Exposed. That was one word for how you both felt and looked, the blood red silken fibres your only garment while you were very much on display. But, this was his church and you were serving as his altar. He leaned up against the desk opposite as you shifted again.

"How long has it been since your last confession?" His voice is dark, dripping golden honey, rolling over you like liquid temptation.

"I... don't remember. Too long." Your tongue flicks out across your lips. "Many, many sins ago..."

You see a muscle in his jaw tic under the skin.

"It's okay, you can unburden yourself now, to me."

You take a deep breath.

"I have... thoughts."

Matt smirks, unsurprised. "As do we all from time to time. What is it that troubles you about them in particular?"

You rub your legs together, squirming in the chair. The rope fibres swish softly, almost musically, to Matt's ears.

"They're... impure. They concern a man."

There's silence for a few moments before he coaxes you to continue.

"God is always listening, sweetheart."

You swallow. "He's a good man, he cares so much for others, more than he does himself. He gives so much. He makes me want to be a better person."

Matt tilts his head to the side. "That sounds admirable?"

"Yes," you nod, "he stands up for people who cannot help themselves and seeks justice for them."

"But?" Matt preempts.

"Sometimes things don't have a happy ending, sometimes he can't stop the bad things from happening. Through no fault of his own. But he carries his own sins, he punishes himself with them and it hurts me to see him like that."

You watch him, wondering if you've crossed a line as he turns his head away, guilt almost seeming to darken the room.

"I know I can't change those things, but I can help him deal with them, maybe help him forget? I love him, as anyone could. I admit that it isn't always easy, real love never is, but I am so in love with him, with all of my heart, my soul. I want him to know that."

Although he knows you're talking about him, Matt starts to feel untethered.

"Then, how could your thoughts be impure?"

He draws his focus and holds on to the steady beating of your heart in the silence before you speak again and he's glad of it, as what you say next has him burning alive.

You sigh, closing your eyes as your confession starts flowing free and unbidden from your lips.

"I yearn, I ache for him. God, I can't find the words to describe how much I ache for this man... I want to take on all of his sin, to drown in it. I'm not unsatisfied, far from it, he gives me so much. But I know he holds back, I know I can take more, give him more of me..."

Matt can feel your body temperature rising, and the sound of your pulse is thudding through his skull. He can't help the shudder that wracks his body as you suddenly slide yourself off the chair, dropping to your knees in supplication in front of him.

"I need him so badly, you can't know how much."

His hands curl into fists and he's biting the inside of his cheek as he fights with the urge to devour you, but you're not finished with your admissions. You bow your head, and there's the barest whisper of a prayer from your lips that could only ever be for him to hear.

"God forgive me, for I know there's no other heaven than what I feel when he's inside me."

What the hell did he do to deserve you? To deserve this? He's interrogating himself but there's no answer. Blood is flowing like lava through his body, most of it heading south leaving him almost dizzy.

Leaning down, his fingers touch to the side of your face, sliding along to hook gently under your jaw and tip your head up. Your eyes drink him in. His are still shrouded with black cloth, his head tilts minutely to the side waiting, listening. The slick black shirt clings like a second skin to every muscle of his torso, it moves with his shoulders and chest as his breathing comes quick and shallow, adrenaline from the night still simmering in his veins. You don't miss the way his cock strains against those tight black pants.

"You want to drown in my sins, darling?"

You watch dumbstruck as he unzips his fly and pulls his thick cock out, holding it just above you making you squirm again.

He strokes himself a few times, slow. Your pupils grow wide as you gaze up him, watching his mouth as he parts his lips, just a touch, enough to let a thick drip of saliva fall straight down from his bottom lip. It lands neatly on the head of his cock, dripping around it and stretching, dripping down again in a connecting string which hits the flattened surface of your protruding tongue as you open your mouth for it. Matt's eyes roll into the back of his head as he hears, feels, and smells all of this unfolding, visualising the whole scene, his cock throbbing as his grip on it tightens.

"Fuck... baby-"

Any further words are lost into a slur of murmured expletives as you slide your mouth on him, spit slick and hot over the velvety soft skin. You rock your hips as you work him over, moving back and forth as the carefully positioned rope framing your cunt is teasing, beckoning you towards pleasure of your own. You bring your bound hands up around the base of his cock, fingers brushing at his dark curls and caressing his balls drawing a beautiful sound from deep in his chest as you attempt to suck the very soul out of him. Your throat gradually relaxes taking him deeper, and you feel him fighting the primal jerk of his hips, holding back as you moan around him.

You can't have that.

Pulling back slowly, your tongue drags underneath his shaft all the way to the tip where a glistening drop of precum leaks and spreads over the surface of your taste buds like a blot of wicked ink.

"Let go." you tell him.

His fingers twitch at his sides, chest heaving and he rips off the mask. "I- I just don't want to hurt you."

"You could never. I asked for the devil and that's what you're gonna give me. Let him out."

As you engulf him once more it doesn't take long for his hips to start moving in short thrusts. His fingers tentatively touch to your hair, gently sliding around to hold and guide your head and you groan your approval allowing him to take what he needs.

What he wants.

You're driving him insane already with your pretty mouth and tongue, his hand gravitates to your throat, fingers spreading as he fucks your mouth proper. God, he can feel his cock moving inside, feel the warm spit leaking and dripping down your chin, can smell your sweet cunt soaking the twists of ropes between your thighs. Fuck. He can't help himself, rutting harder now as he thinks about how you crave this, growling as it makes you moan louder and reverberate through him, makes gorgeous tracks of tears run down your cheeks and mix with the drool spilling out of your mouth. Your hands are massaging, pulling at his balls, the slightest tease of your fingers at his ass.

Oh goddd- oh fuck- he's gonna cum.

You grip him tightly as you feel him start to shake, hear his stuttering harsh breath as his orgasm builds its way right up from the base of his spine. You look up as his pretty mouth goes slack and his eyelids flutter closed. You want to grab his ass and force him to you but the bindings make it too awkward so you settle for gently squeezing his balls and humming around his cock, satisfied as you hear and feel his feral grunt and his hot release hits the back of your throat, coating it and your tongue in thick spurts.

You swallow him down, lick him clean, and slowly let him go. He's gripping the desk behind him, shaking. "oh god." he whispers, a prayer.

"It's just us." you say softly, smirking.

After a few moments he manages to unscramble his brain and pulls you to your feet wiping the mix of tears, cum, and spit from your face with a tissue from the desk. Then he's lucid, stripping himself of the rest of his clothes and boots, guiding you backwards towards the door, careful not to let you trip as he pushes you up against it. You try to withhold a grin of satisfaction, you've done it now, no going back. Turned the key in the lock and let this thing loose.

He casts the loop at your hands around the coat hook on the back of the office door. You shiver with anticipation as he takes his time just tracing his fingertips over your body, down your neck to your collarbone, tickling down the inside of your arm, palming your breasts, skimming lightly over your hip and trailing off at your upper thigh.

"Matt..."

"Shh." He soothes, with the black of his armour gone, all the rough kisses of the night on his body are on display.

You let loose a sigh as he leans into you, skin to skin, feeling almost every part of him already melding with you, buzzing with urgent desire. His teeth graze against your throat, you lean back on the door, your head gently thunking against it as he nips and marks you, echoing his own bruises.

"Are you gonna absolve me of all this, sweetheart?"

His voice has the hairs on the back of your neck standing up and you moan softly as he sucks more red bruising kisses into your skin.

"All my lust? My greed?"

"Yes."

Being anchored and held by your wrists meant that you could easily be turned, and that's exactly what he does, quickly spinning you around to face the door. He drags his fingertips down the center of your spine, pulling at the criss-crossing ropes and your back arches instinctually at his touch, hips tilting and pushing your ass up into his hands as they slide around to squeeze it.

"Eager, aren't you?"

Matt grabs your hips, pulls them back towards him and you moan feeling him hardening again between the cleft of your ass as he lazily grinds against you. One of his hands slips around to your front splaying over your public bone, his two middle fingers pressing into your slit.

"Mine." he rasps, rubbing the fingers through your wetness and over your clit making you keen. He slips them inside you, "yours..." you hiss as Matt starts to pump them in and out.

"So tight,"

"Yeah..."

"So... fucking... wet," he drawls.

Your patience for teasing is wearing thin. "Matty-"

"Spread your legs for me angel, your devil's gonna take you to heaven."

You barely have time to obey his command before the head of his cock is teasing and pressing into your entrance and you both groan in unison as he's filling you all the way to the hilt. He rests his chin between your neck and shoulder, his other hand dragging across your pretty harness and toying with your breasts. He's as close to you as can be, his breath ghosting over the marks he made as you relax into his intimate embrace.

Your own breath is punched out of you as he snaps his hips suddenly, roughly, your wrists jerking on the hook and stressing the door in its frame as he sets a brutal pace.

"M-matt!" you yelp as he flicks a finger against your clit, but he does not relent.

"Like that?"

You moan, head nodding loosely as all you can do is lose yourself to the incomparable sensation of him inside you. He wrenches at the red ropes at your hips, pulling you onto his cock and hitting so deep inside you wonder just how long he's been holding himself back. He's feral tonight, focused on just how much you can take, how far he can push you and you're high on it.

He keeps driving into you, rattling the door with each thrust. His lips brush the shell of your ear, "you feel so fucking good, always so good baby."

All you can do is moan in response, letting your head fall back against his shoulder as his hand returns between your thighs, intent on blowing your mind. There's nothing patient about the way he's touching you, nothing teasing like he wants to draw this out. He's set on pulling as much pleasure and as many orgasms as he can out of you while you're restrained. The way you had given him permission for this was still burning bright in his mind and gut.

He gathers your slick, spreading it all over you and easing the friction of his rough fingertips on your clit. Your whimpers and breathy little moans he pulls from you are so addictive. Matt grunts as you clench around him and that only serves to make him speed up his fingers, still fucking that perfect cock into you like it was his only purpose. Heat is curling up like a muscular snake in your core, tightening with every thrust, every precise and sensual movement, and Matt is well aware.

"C'mon sweetie, I want to feel it."

Your eyes are screwed shut, lips parted as you start to pant heavily, tension almost at breaking point and then, with a simple devious whisper he sends you over the edge.

"there's a good girl..."

You shatter, white hot pleasure unfurling right through you as you cum, pussy fluttering and making Matt grit his teeth in a salacious grin but he just keeps going, fucking you all the way through it until you're whining at him.

He pulls out, the loss almost burns but he turns you around to face him, hikes one of your legs up and pushes right back in again. You'd cry out from the overstimulation, but you're so turned on you don't want him to stop. He lifts you up easily to wrap your legs around his hips holding you up against the door that's threatening to come off it's fucking hinges if he gets his way. The silk fibres around your thighs rub against his sensitive skin as you squeeze but he doesn't give a damn, he just wants to see how many times he can get you off before he taps out.

It's different now you're facing him, he's going slower and you're grateful for the slight reprieve. He noses along your jaw, one hand gripping onto your thigh and the other braced against the door. Soft kisses land on your cheek, the corner of your mouth, and finally your lips. You let him in, let his tongue lick lazily between them savouring the slight salty tang of sweat from his upper lip mixed with the unmistakable taste of him.

You're feeling it now, past the point of too much and back into building pleasure. The roll of his hips is delicious and you don't hide it, couldn't if you tried. You're annoyed that your hands are bound as all you want to do right now is squeeze his beautiful ass, maybe scratch your nails down his back...

"You alright?" he asks, far too sweetly for your current situation, "too much?"

"God, Matt," your laugh almost comes out as a moan, "no, you're just too fucking good at this!"

He smiles and you tilt your head up to catch his lips as if you could eat it. "Mm you're so pretty too." you say as you pull away letting your head fall back again.

He laughs, it's devilish. "Shh, you'll make me blush sweetheart. Now where were we..."

Slivers of tingling pleasure rip up and down your spine as he slows his hips, fucking you with long, hard strokes that have your eyes rolling back into your head. A second climax is steadily creeping up on you as he manages somehow to grind in just the right way to hit that sweet spot. Your bottom lip trembles as the heat flares up and up, Matt tugs on it with his teeth, nipping it making it swell and then soothing it with kitten licks. It's more than you can stand.

"m'close... don't stop-"

He grins, "if you can take more I've got no intention of stopping..."

The intensity of your orgasm is so much higher this time and the slow sure rhythm of Matt's hips causes it to surge over you like a giant wave. You arch away from the door as you cum, broken quavering moans filling the office as your body sags against his and he lets you down.

He unhooks you and carries you to the desk carefully sitting you on it. Taking your wrists in his hands he gently unties them, rubbing his thumbs across the marks, bringing them up to his lips to kiss. You roll them a couple of times before pulling him to you for a kiss.

"thank you." you murmur, just before his hands scoop under your ass, pulling you to sit at the edge of the desk.

"Don't thank me just yet." he husks and you mewl as he pushes your legs apart sinking down to the floor between them. His tongue traces over the soaked fibres surrounding your cunt and then he's fucking his tongue inside. Your hands swing backwards to brace yourself as you lean back and let him eat you out, you've got no choice. You've barely come down from the last orgasm, he won't let you, just keeps pushing and pushing you up until you're a dumb shaking mess at the mercy of his mouth. Tongue swirling around your swollen clit, crying out when he sucks at it sharply. You crash backwards on the desk as he just won't stop, your hands flying to his head, ploughing your fingers into his hair and tugging as he's burying his face into your pussy. He moans so deeply into you the vibrations along with his sinful mouth make you buck against his face, pens and office supplies falling off onto the floor around you as you chase yet another high.

"Oh fuuuck!"

You scream as he sucks this one out of you hard it almost hurts.

Lying there prone and breathless, when you finally have enough energy to open your eyes he's standing there between your legs, stroking his cock. He may have already cum once but it looks so hard and red like he's going to explode any second. He leans forward to lick up the curve of your breast and suck your nipple in his mouth making you squeal.

"One more baby, just one more and I'm done. Promise." He smacks the side of your thigh and shifts closer.

You whine, you're so fucked out already. "I don't know... if I can.."

He lines up and presses his cock into your hot, wet core with a growl, manoeuvring your legs just where he wants them. "Yes you can sweetheart, I know it, c'mon."

You're so tired, you just lie there and take what he's giving, he presses your legs back towards you chest as he fucks you harder than ever before. The noises you can hear are obscene and it's driving Matt spare, hammering into you and making the desk screech it's way along the floor. It's too much, it's not enough, it's too much.

His hand claws into the desk by your head, his breath hot and fierce at your neck. Open mouthed kisses drunkenly search for your mouth as he knows he's close, teeth and tongues clashing as he grunts into it. He grasps for the edge of the desk, buckling over you, contorting, howling as he cums spilling every single drop he has deep inside your abused cunt. His hips stutter and he bites into your shoulder as he gives you absolutely everything he has. You hold him as best you can, wrapping your legs around him as he slumps against you panting, running your hands up and down his back you collapse under the weight of him, your head hanging off the end of the desk.

Eventually he slowly pushes himself up and slips out of you, bracing himself on the desk between your legs. He can sense it, smell the mixture of your cum dripping out of you and he-

just

cant

help himself.

You feel his fingers stroking up your sweaty inner thigh, and you're twitching as he gathers up the leaking mess on his fingers and pushes it back inside you.

"M-maaatt! Wha-!" You gasp and try to clamp your legs shut but he prises them open wedging his elbow and forearm between your knees so he can keep fucking his cum back into your pussy.

"Mmm, such a fucking good girl for me," he purrs as he crooks his fingers, rubbing at the front of your walls. "think you deserve another."

You buck up off the desk. "No, Matt I CAN'T! Please... you p-promised- fuck!"

Matt just gives you that trademark smirk of his, curling and fucking his filthy fingers and making you shake.

You don't know how but he wrings it out of you like it's the simplest thing for him. And it is, you've made him feel whole after all. Made him feel he can be his true self with you and that you'd never punish him for that.

In this act was the merging of his two lives and you were the beautiful silken rope that tied them together.

Okay, I am absolutely spent. I love you.

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natimiles · 5 months

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RANDOM HEADCANONS ABOUT ISAAC

Platonic/General:

★ Huge urge to protect you, even though his two responses are “run or flight”. He tries his best. He attempted to bite you on your first night, so he made it his personal goal to never do it again and to protect you from anyone (Arthur) who tries to bite you (Arthur), even if it’s just teasing (Arthur).

★ He loves it when you protect him too. He will come to you when he needs advice on something or needs to hide from Arthur and Dazai. You’re scolding the two writers, and Isaac is behind you, hugging you around your shoulders, a huge pout on his mouth, and glaring at them too — it’s not as threatening as he thinks.

★ He listens to your every trouble without judging (much). Be warned that if you mention liking someone he believes is not worthy of you, he will say his piece about it.

★ He can draw and you can’t convince me otherwise. He might not be as talented as Vincent, but he can do some sketches. He tells everyone he’s busy with work, but he’s drawing some random scenery to relax. You’re the only one who knows about it. He will draw you, but never show it to you — unless you accidentally find it and now he’s a shy mess.

Romantic:

★ He’d go to the future with you, if only you asked. He has new friends in the mansion, even though he denies it, but they’re not really keeping him there. He’s been there for only 5 years. And you can’t convince me that he wouldn’t be curious about the future and all the technology.

★ If he goes to the future, he’ll use his real name without problems. It’s not like people would suspect he’s the real Isaac Newton. Modern people tend to name their kids after historical figures and celebrities, so it wouldn’t be a big deal. And that would make you Mrs. Newton.

★ Although he’s comfortable living in the mansion, he wants to live with you when you get married (contrary to the wedding event). I mean, you two are starting a new life and a new family together (even if you don’t have kids, it’s still a family!), it doesn’t make sense (to me) to continue living with 11 other men that want to fight for your attention. You’d visit them often though, and have nice family lunches together on Sundays.

★ His love language is undoubtedly ‘acts of service’. Whatever he can do for you, he will. Whether it’s splitting all the house chores with you or cooking something to cheer you up, he’s always ready to lend a helping hand. He can tell when you’re too tired, and he won’t let you do anything besides resting. Don’t even try; it’s a lost battle for you.

★ I’ve searched everywhere and didn’t find a pet name he uses. So, here’s a list I think he’d call you: dear, darling, my little apple pie and apple of my eye. For obvious reasons (Arthur and Dazai), the last two are only used in private.

★ He’d look ravishing with his ears pierced, something like the ear cuff the van Goghs have or a hoop like Arthur. And that’s just me simping.

NSFW:

★ He likes your breasts/nipples, so he might be into you playing with his too.

★ He’s shy the first time you bring up the idea of trying new things, but he really likes it. In the bath? Check. Temperature play? Check. Blindfold? Shibari? Mirrors? Impact play? Check, check, check, check! Wherever your imagination takes you, he’s following you with a furious blush. Hello, Mr. Wolf!

★ What I think he ends up liking: shibari or simple handcuffs, edging and begging, mirrors (he loves looking at you), blindfold (for you, same reason), nipple play (duh), dirty talking and biting (yup, for both).

★ He has a praise kink and nothing changes my mind. Don’t even try degrading him.

★ He is a switch. He likes it when you make a mess of him, edging him until he can’t take it anymore. But be warned: hello again, Mr. Wolf! He will tease you and he loves to hear you asking, begging. Light touches that only make you more horny, squirming under him; he shoots you a smirk and tells you to use your words.

★ He is loud as fuck.

Countdown to Isaac’s Birthday: random hcs | 4 days!

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ropesbypatricia · 3 months

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Ropecabulary:

My understanding and usage of some common words and phrases found in rope bondage:

*These are not the only definitions for these words within and without the world of shibari and other people may have different understandings and experiences of these words - the world is a vast and rich place!*

Rope bondage: a type of bondage which utilizes rope in wrapping, binding, restraining, suspending a person, often but not exclusively, as an act of bdsm

BDSM: an acronym standing for Bondage Dominance (or Discipline) Sadism (or Submission) Masochism

Shibari: to bind or tie

Kinbaku: the act of binding a body tightly

*Both shibari and kinbaku are colloquially used to describe rope bondage and often interchangeably - I use shibari as a synonym for 'rope tying' and kinbaku to describe the act of exchanging energy with another by way of binding them or being bound by them - as this is my understanding and experience of the application of these words*

Tension: as a verb and a noun - the act of applying force to stretch (v) the state of being stretched (n)

Examples: "If you tension your harness too much, your partner won't be comfortable"

"There was not enough tension in the harness and the rope slipped down her shoulder"

Friction: the resistance to motion that occurs when two objects touch - in rope bondage it is a series of movements that captures tension where two or more ropes meet. So what that looks like in rope bondage is varied and numerous as friction may occur any place where two rope paths interact - a munter hitch is a friction, a half hitch is a type of friction, a simple twist is a type of friction, an x friction is a friction, etc...

Examples of frictions:

Bight: A loop of rope, as distinct from the rope's ends

When you fold your rope in half, the middle curve or loop created is called the "middle bight"

Rope ends/tails/working end: the ends of a length of rope, as distinct from its middle bight.

The ends of the rope describe the two ends of a length of rope which has been folded in half for shibari practice - these may be knotted at the end of finished in another manner

The physical ends of the rope also guide the ''working end'' of your rope which is another term for the length of rope continuing out from the bight or initial anchor point

Examples: "I secured my single column tie around their ankle and continued wrapping my working end up their leg"

"I like to make sure my rope ends are tucked away when I've finished building a harness."

Column: the body part or thing you are tying around

Examples: an arm, a torso, a chair leg, a pillow, etc..

Single column tie: a secured cuff of rope encircling one column or encircling more than one column together as one column without any cross-axis cinch

Double column tie: a single column tie which has been divided or cinched by a cross-axis rope, a secured cuff of rope which encircles 2 or more columns distinctly from each other by way of a cinch rope or kunuki

Rope burn/mark/bite: an impact impression left on the skin after contact with rope, either for an extended period of time or by way of a shearing force of rope against flesh. Rope marks differ in degree of presence and severity and take many visual forms such as depressed areas of the skin, red marks, purplura, and bruising. These marks should resolve in reasonable time after the responsible ropes are removed.

Examples:

Forward tension: a directional wrapping or tying movement in rope bondage which assembles each subsequent wrap by moving in the same direction as distinct from reversing tension at a friction point

Reverse tension: a directional wrapping or tying movement in rope bondage which assembles each subsequent wrap by reversing direction on a friction point

Bukashi/Rope Top/Rigger: one who gives or applies rope distinct from one who receives or is bound by rope aka the bunny

Ukete/Rope Bottom/Bunny: one who receives rope, one who is bound in rope in kinbaku distinct from the one who is tying or giving the rope aka the top

#shibari #kink education #learning the ropes #ropecabulary #glossary

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spacequokka · 1 year

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Monsta X Kinks & Turn-Ons

@iibonniee Hide ya brain cells. I’m back with another kinky shit post that’ll likely end up with Monbebes throwing me in a closet.

Hyunwoo || Venus: Gemini, Mars: Taurus || Turn On: Control

Mr. Traditional. Likes fun and variety with witty conversation. He’s a sensual guy, but it takes a lot to get him going. Try harder, baby. He can be romantically impulsive. Likes to please and tease at his own place. Just give him the reins, you know you want to.

Minhyuk || Venus: Libra, Mars: Scorpio || Turn On: Foreplay

Mr. Idealistic. He’s willing to make your relationship by conceding and adjust his life to accommodate you. Loves to share everything with you, but don’t take advantage of it! Treats you exactly how he wants to be treated. Has a taste for mature partners. He’s a hopeless romantic who loves a challenge and finds it difficult to share his partners. Not saying he’s against it. Just might struggle to watch you. He’s attracted to “taboos” and wild fantasies, so share yours with him. Pretty sure he’s down to try it. He’s got stamina for days and enjoys submissive partners.

Kihyun || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Sagittarius || Kink: Shibari Bondage

Our resident kink master. He’s intense as fuck. That prince charming grin is a trap. “Isn’t afraid of getting his mind dirty.” Excuse me, wtf. Penny for his thoughts. Never gives up. “Strong sexual powers.” So he’s what, the Harry Potter of sex? I have several questions. He’s blunt and eager, amorous and sensual. We knew that tho. He tends to focus on his partner with laser precision and you know what requires that much attention to detail? Shibari. It’s its own art form and I can see him being a HUGE fan of it. He can get possessive to the point of jealousy if you don’t prove your loyalty to him. All the dom vibes. Fight me. Though he’s not incapable of giving you control once he feels secure enough in your relationship. Good luck.

Hyungwon || Venus: Capricorn, Mars: Capricorn || Turn On: Someone willing to ride

The Pillow Prince. He’s a realist and will be “upfront” with you. He’ll try to win you over by showing you he has self-control (it’s a trap) and likely bait you into doing most of the work. He’s a romantic looking for a soulmate, and when he thinks he’s found The One, you’ll see him exerting more of his precious energy. Shy but willing to commit. Wants to show you off in a quiet way. And the sex? Keep it nasty if you can.

Jooheon || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Leo || Kink: Praise (Receiving)

No one is shocked by this. Has a strong need for a partnership. 🥺 Someone cuff him. Like Kiki, he gets possessive and makes it his mission to ruin you. Get you addicted to him through pleasure and commitment, body and soul. Sign me tf up. Wants to explore every inch of you, inside and out, but will guard his secrets until he feels he can trust you with them. Another guy prone to jealousy but it's because he’s so devoted to you and he’ll fight dirty to win your heart. Borderline nympho as he’s easily turned on (no fr, tell him he did a good job) and will give it to you anywhere (like, say the backseat of his car). Honey acts with his heart and goes all in.

Changkyun || Venus: Pisces, Mars: Aquarius || Turn On: The Art of Seduction

Our Lone Wolf favors instant gratification except when it comes to choosing a partner, even if it's just for one night. He’s straightforward (ofc), dreamy and soft-hearted. Can be sweetly playful when he starts to fall for you. He does have a Captain Save-a-Hoe complex so you gotta make sure he’s attracted to you and not your situation. Expect lots of tender moments and romance. Extra points if you’re older. Likes surprising you with his open-mindedness. Don’t just give in; make him work for it. He’ll delight you with his wit and determination and turn you out in bed.

Hoseok || Venus: Aries, Mars: Cancer || Kink: Breeding, Switch

Mr. Thirst Trap. This shameless flirt has a childish charm, and he uses it like a weapon. You will not survive. He loves to tease and is looking for an energetic partner to keep up with his stamina. Requires plenty of stimulation and likes to lead and please you. Just trust him. Reacts spontaneously and intensely to the Object of Obsessive Horniness and will make it known. Though he doesn’t want kids, he still gets a kick out of the thrill and possessiveness of stuffing you with cum.

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