#i got really rambly at one point dslknglksdg

[cwarscars]

Collar, Hair, & Press [Post-Meteorfall; Jae's leg/shoe.]

kinky/rough smut prompts

CW: VERY NSFW! contains potentially uncomfortable kinks like bondage, cum play, knife play, sensation play, etc. feel free to combine prompts & change pronouns/descriptors as needed. put under a read more for viewing safety, & it’s also rather lengthy as well. written from the perspective of the sender — ‘my muse’ = sender, ‘your muse’ = receiver. !!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!

[ collar ] — my muse puts a collar and a leash on your muse

[ hair ] — my muse pulls your muse’s hair

[ press ] — your muse fucks against a part of my muse’s body (specify)

@gcldfanged

working alongside jae had been the break needed - a loyal hound once masterless, now entirely a slave. willing, of course. no man licked a boot clean like heidegger. to the former turk turned crime boss, he'd found himself at the side as an enforcer. a brutality whispered about among those amidst the slums, rumours of old crimes ( and new ). tales of the relationship shared between himself and the other. nudges and winks that there had always been something else there -

oh, if only they could see him now.

a collar around his neck ( a label that reads 'stamp' ) a cruel mockery of old propaganda, a spiteful nudge that the former-general's past shall never be forgotten. a leash attached to the binding around his neck, the chain tugged by his master. the sensation of the pull, a mechanism that tightens the choker. a squeeze that has him lose a breath but makes him know to move forward. a crawl on all fours, body bare aside from the restraint, a leather jockstrap and needles through his nipples. chest sore and blood, a light trickle. an earlier punishment for a step out of line. a pain that heidegger welcomes, that his cock hasn't stopped twitching over since.

a demand is met with a subtle and slow 'yes, master-', his crawl taking him toward the other's legs, his head pressed against a thigh - lips welcoming the texture of leather. jae's hand holding him close; fingers through hair, a touch that lightly tugs - teases his scalp with the slightest force. a tongue that slips free of restraint, something akin to a kiss pressed along the leg of the other man. worship in the form of touch, hips softly writhing as hands part from the floor to admire jae's form. fingers that edge up legs and toward his waist, the former-general moving himself alongside his owner. his height growing as he shifts himself to stand, and though the other is the shorter of the two - heidegger would have himself hunched to appear smaller. the leash on his neck still a gentle tug, a pull that has him entirely controlled.

a hand remains entwined amidst strands of hair, a press of the enforcer's lips to jae's body - a chest admired, flecks of a kiss trailed along a collar bone - a gentle caress for a man so beastlike. with control given entirely unto jae, heidegger is led into a seat - body straddled by his employer. a demand in the eyes of his master and with that, he grinds his hips; thrusts the growing bulge between his legs. savours a breath when his leash is jerked and his hair strained.

hands instinctively wrap around the muscle of jae's thighs - heidegger's indiscretion met with a sharper tug of the leash, the collar fastening to have him choke. lips pale as breaths become harsh, as ( in accordance with his master's unspoken wish ) he quickens the writhe of his hips.

his cock begs for release, begs for the other to slip him free of his jockstrap and allow him the privilege of sex but alas -

he's nought more than a slave ; a loyal dog only sat to serve ( to pleasure ) the one he so desperately grinds against.

the swell between his legs sees every thrust encourage the softest of moans; his voice a deep growl, chest large with every breath - the hair atop it spread with jae's free hand, the crimson curse dripped from pierced nipples - teased. the other still intent on twisting the tightness around heidegger's throat. his blood can only go south - his thighs becoming so hot and his cock so hard that he'd be close to cumming should his boss allow such relief.

'j-jae-" he begs, a name one he ought not to speak. another punish with a hand that tugs harshly on his head; scalp aching with the malice that comes with a chastening. "i-" he wants to say it, wants to unleash it -

would beg to cum did he know the other would allow it. alas, he gives into a more primal temptation - continues the motion of his hips until he can feel the pool in his stomach grow large. the tremble of thighs and the twinge of nerve - throat so tight he can barely breathe, head dizzy and vision blurred - a dew that slips his lips and dampens his beard. cock not far behind, jockstrap moist with the nearing of an orgasm. begging on his lips spoken not with words but rather breaths, tried. a clench of teeth and flex of his neck when hips writhe a final few times; an explosion between his legs that sees his jockstrap soaked and hot dew between his thighs. the hair on his inner thighs stained with the white of unbridled heat; a choked breath that sees him almost lose conciousness. orgasm so intense, his cheeks are red and his muscles bulging - veins in his arms, his chest, his legs - hands that unconsciously hold jae hard enough to have him still. forced to stay atop a man now wet with lust.

oh, if only those people could see him now.