#being tied up

[spaztastic-headcannons]

Suspended Belief

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60211249 Ganondorf (TOTK) x F! Reader

Notes: No y/n used. She/her used throughout. Shibari, suspended shibari.

MDNI

Settling into his seat, Ganondorf sipped a cool drink as he took in the sight before him.

Strong ropes hung from the hooks embedded in the ceiling, looping down to the vulnerable form of his lover.  

Blindfolded and bound, she hung, face up, at the perfect height for his eyes to run over every part of her that he loved to tease.  Ruby ropes wrapped around her limbs highlighting the best parts of her. Her ankles were tied to her thighs, looped around and keeping her legs spread. Her arms were secured wrist to wrist, behind her back. Ropes wrapped and rolled around her body, pinching and cradling her breasts and circling her cunt.  Fibers were dark with the wetness leaking from her and sweat from the long session of teasing and torment.

More ropes were wrapped around her to keep her body suspended in the air than to decorate her skin, but no matter what she looked magnificent.

Ganon eyed her flushed skin and panting chest, following the curve of her body and the flow of the ropes to where he had been toying with her, fingers busy working between her slick lips and around her clit.

It was a rare indulgence to have her like this and he was set to enjoy it.

Ganon waited for her to calm down from his last bit of teasing. She’d gotten close this time, nearly cumming on his fingers and tongue before he pulled away. Her cry at being denied yet again rang in the air of their bedroom. Curtains and carpets dulled the noise, leaving it for their ears only. Each of her cries, moans, and pitiful pleas for mercy were freely given and well earned from his efforts.

Taking another sip of his drink, thoughts of whether to continue edging her or to work to the finale that they both craved crossed his mind.

She panted in her restraints, words and breath stolen from her and barely recovering while he sat to the side. His cock hung heavy between his legs, firm but too thick to stand even then. Precum has been dripping from the tip for a while now, at least three denied orgasms ago. Sitting on the chair, his cock resting on his leg and precum leaking against his skin, the decision was becoming clear.

A final swallow, drops running down his beard, he stood. She heard the glass clatter against a nearby table and tensed before purposefully relaxing. Whatever he had in mind for her next she’d take, and take, and take, and take. The pleasure was always mind-numbing, leaving her cock-drunk and more than willing for the next time. This would be no different, she thought to the best of her ability when she was denied so many releases.

Ganon could read each twitch of her muscles. Her anticipation and desperation. The muscles in her thighs pressed together best they could, tightening the ropes around her body. He smirked, eyes narrowing on her core that twitched with her body, just as anticipatory for something she so desperately needed as he did.

“Little lamb, are you ready for me?” He asked, gripping the rope that supported her legs, swinging her closer to him.  He could see her breath catching, and the swallow she took before answering.

“Please? Please take me, I’m ready for you, so ready.”  Her voice was a croak, cracking when she tried to speak above a whisper.

Ganon hummed, fingers running down her sternum, over ropes and down her stomach to her core.

“We’ll see, little lamb. Patience is something valued after all, isn’t it?”  His other hand came up to hold another rope, bringing her body closer to his and letting his cock taste the wet kiss of her entrance.

Pulling her to grind against him, letting her soak his cock in preparation. Listening to her soft mewls with each grind he drifted a hand down to his own cock.

Letting her hang there, just far enough to feel his warm but not his skin, he gripped his dick and stroked it briefly before pressing the tip against her slit. With a half step forward, and a pull of the ropes the head popped in through the ring of her entrance. Once through the first barrier she hiccupped at the stretch but each clench of her pussy sucked more of him in.

Each thick, inescapable inch pressed into her, bulging her pussy around him and crafting her body to his. Her slick coated his cock, and with each slow thrust, strings of it would pulled between his pelvis and her thighs. Just as every time before her body welcomed his, stretching around each inch until he was flush against her. His balls stuck to the skin of her buttocks, his pubes rubbing against her sensitive clit savagely.

Every movement was pleasure, leaving her cock-drunk for him and him alone. Her slick ran down his cock and balls, drenching their thighs between them with her arousal. Even just a soft thrust in her left his balls stuck to her, separating with a smleck before slapping against her skin again.

 Taking just a moment to savor her velvety warmth around his member before he began to move with earnestness. 

His hands slid down the ropes to her waist, using both the momentum of the swing and the power in his hips to thrust against her.  His thickness ensured sensation of every nerve, causing her to cry out with each thrust in and clench when he pulled out. Being suspended and tied up left her little room to reciprocate his motions, eyes rolling back and body twitching.  

Like this he could not whisper all the nasty things he had planned in her ear, but he could watch her face contort in pleasure and hear her cries echo in the room. Her brow furrowed, and the muscles in her stomach twitched when his cock would hit deep. Like this he could view her whole body, control it, and take as he pleased from it.  His hips and thighs could feel the ropes rubbing against his skin with each thrust, sharing in the marks they’d both have when he was finished with her.

He grunted, sweat beading down his body as he swung her body back into his, throwing his head back when she squeezed down on his cock. 

“That’s it Little Lamb, squeeze me, take me,” he panted, voice low and hoarse. 

“P-please! My king, please!” she begged, unsure if she was begging for reprieve or for more. Her whole body was a mess of nerves due to the ropes. His pubic hair rubbed so well against her clit and her cunt dripped with each thrust. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock, making his hair look almost pinkish.

“Please what, pet? Tell me, what do you need from me?”  Ganon’s head turned back to her, to watch as she came apart in his hands.

“Mmmmmake me cum! Please!” She cried, her lower stomach burning, fire coiling right where his cock hit in her deepest depths.

“Then cum,” he ordered, “cum on my cock like a good girl.”

He leaned over some, grinding against her both reaching as deeply as he could and rubbing against her clit.  The fire in her stomach became a bomb, spreading out to the rest of her body. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Each muscle tensed up as she came, back arching as much as it could in the ropes and his hands, her pussy clamping down and milking his length.  He fought to keep thrusting, prolonging her pleasure as long as he could. 

Lightening ran up her body as he chased his high, all of her nerves sparking with each thrust and touch.  It felt like her orgasm kept going until she gasped, breathing again as waves of pleasure and pain from oversensitivity took over. Her toes curled and her hands clenched into fists. 

Ganon new he could force another orgasm from her. Push that sensitivity past the pain and back into pure pleasure. Alas, the previous teasing and waiting meant he couldn’t push himself to last quite that long.

Already his balls were drawing up, his abs tensing with each thrust. He was grunting and growling, sweat dripping down his body.

Al it took was just a…bit..more…

A harsh clench of her walls around him and he was seeing light flash behind his eyelids.  Cock spurting out cum, coating her insides and leaking down to froth at his base.  He couldn’t stop thrusting, filling her up with all that he had, pressing it as deep as he could get it.

She moaned, long and low, as he came to a grinding stop.

Taking just an extra moment to savor the feeling and keep his cum as deep in her as he could, he started to pull away.

Once he pulled out his cum quickly followed, dripping to the floor. He took one extra second to enjoy the sight before moving to release her from her ties. Each pull was quick and efficient and before long she was in his lap on the chair nearby. His big hands were rubbing at her joints and each indent from the ropes.

She sat there, warm and comfortable, knowing any rope burn and bruises would be tended to with care, allowing her to settle into the afterglow.

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Boba Fett in the Star Wars Adventures: Boba Fett and the Ship of Fear.

[extrasillystimboards]

Merinthophobia Stimboard

[paintedcrows]

they make me feel unwell

(continued: Stan & Young Ford)

[tofixtheshadows]

This is one of my favorite minor details in Dungeon Meshi, firstly because what in the femme fatale, but also because it's one of those little things that raises so many questions about worldbuilding.

The Occam's Razor defense attorney in me says that Ryoko Kui gave Kabru a boot knife because she wanted him to escape from his bonds here. And Kabru is a very competent swordsman, why wouldn't he have a boot knife, sure. He's already got a dagger, he can have this too.

And yet: the implications. Kabru, why do you have that? That is not remotely something that could be easily accessed or used in combat. Nobody is pulling out a pen knife from the heel of their boot during a fight with a monster. It's useless in the dungeon ... unless you're the type of person who isn't just worried about monsters.

I've mentioned this before, but I consider one of Kabru's functions in the narrative as being the character who fully brings the idea of human ecosystems into the story. There's a reason why he's always connected to large groups of people (Toshiro's party, the Canaries). He (along with Mr. Tansu, briefly) introduces the reader to the social and political forces working on the dungeon, showing us that none of this is happening in a monster-filled vacuum. His confrontation with the corpse retrievers, who very nearly kill Kabru's party permanently with their reckless murder-for-money scheme, reminds us that monsters are not the only things that prey on humans. Kabru understands the ways the dungeon causes people to put profit over human lives.

We only get hints of it in the story, but like any gold-rush-style economic boom, it's implied that there is a lot of crime and corruption surrounding the dungeon.

So yeah, it really makes me wonder why Kabru keeps a tiny knife in his boot, meant to be carried on him even in situations where he would otherwise be unarmed. Stored exactly in the place where it's easy to reach, even if, for some reason, your hands are tied behind your back.

[bixels]

tarpit site.

[hinamie]

completely innocuous vash sheet :) fr practice

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Halloween! 🧼🥩🎃

[raphaerolo]

Tasuki

[clouvu]

Save me french yuri... Save me

[trashworldblog]

[lucabyte]

Olive Branch

Wrong Move

[flwrkid14]

Eternal Bonds: Tim and Danny’s Infinite Realms Marriage

In the Infinite Realms, marriage is an unparalleled commitment. Unlike the mortal world, where love can be fleeting and easily undone, marriage in the Realms is something far more sacred. It’s not just about vows or ceremonies—it’s about merging souls, creating a bond that not even the vast stretches of time can sever. The very idea of marriage in the Realms is rare, almost mythical, because it requires two beings to love each other so profoundly that they’re willing to bind their very existence to one another.

For the ghosts and entities that reside in this realm, eternity isn’t just a poetic idea—it’s a reality. Time is meaningless when you’re no longer alive, when your very essence is bound to the afterlife. And because of this, relationships are viewed through a different lens. There’s no such thing as divorce, no “time apart.” Once a couple is bound, their souls are intertwined forever. To dedicate your entire being—past, present, and future—to another means accepting that their joys, sorrows, triumphs, and failures will be yours too. It’s a partnership where breaking the bond is simply impossible.

It’s why marriage is such a rare occurrence in the Realms. The ghosts, who have already lived one life and often seen the frailty of mortal promises, don’t enter into this kind of bond lightly. It’s only for the strongest of loves, for the most steadfast of commitments. Because once you marry in the Infinite Realms, that bond holds through eternity itself.

And yet, despite the gravity of it all, Tim and Danny find themselves willing to make that very commitment. Tim, a mortal tied to a world where things end, where nothing lasts forever, steps into the unknown. His love for Danny is so deep, so unshakable, that he agrees to a traditional Infinite Realms marriage. He knows full well the weight of it—he’s not just vowing to love Danny in this life, but in every life after. In swearing to this bond, Tim is offering his entire being to Danny, for now and all of eternity.

For Danny, this choice means even more. As a halfa, he exists between two worlds, knowing both the mortality of the living and the permanence of the ghostly afterlife. His love for Tim is powerful enough that he’s willing to make this eternal commitment, knowing that there’s no one else in any world—mortal, ghostly, or beyond—he would rather be tied to. For Danny, the bond is as natural as breathing. It’s a connection that deepens their relationship in a way that transcends the limitations of their two worlds.

Their marriage isn’t just a declaration of love—it’s a merging of souls, a binding that makes them two parts of the same whole. It overwhelms them with the sense of safety and belonging that they’ve both craved in their lives. In each other, they find the kind of love that doesn’t just endure life’s difficulties but thrives beyond them. Their bond ties them together forever in a way that no one else could understand, but to Tim and Danny, it’s everything.

They are each other’s home. And in the Infinite Realms, there is no greater honor, no stronger connection, than to be bound by love for all of eternity.

[casualavocados]

Learn from who? Learn from you?

Chen Bowen as CHEN YI & Chiang Tien as AI DI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023)

[caramellody]

Yall i dont think im gonna be able to stop thinking about usha and g13, actually.

Ushas an old old woman, clueless with tech. Lived long enough to develop various bonds with a LOT of people and relies on them a lot for help. In turn, shes VERY loyal to her close conpanions (a great example would be how she tends to back paula up a LOT, the way she sets up russel and paula to 'fake date' wink and all). She's very warm and very emotionally intelligent even if she's a bit clueless sometimes. Her logic is borderline incomprehensible, but it has heart.

G13 on the other hand, is a hacking prodigy. Hes young, hes sought after for his skills for better and for worse. But in turn, he's essentially lost himself in the process. He may be able to scrape nuke codes, but he'll never make a friend. He lacks any loyalty for anyone and anything except for himself and his interests, and if they dont satisfy those two points, then its worth nothing to him. His logic may be sound, but its cold.

[sunglassesmish]

good lord…..