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💌need him to tie me up and slowly move into me as he keeps a blade pressed against me >///< and anytime i move slightly it cuts me more so i have to lay there and take what im given :3💌

Tame

My participation for The TopWan Obikin Fest 2023 @topwan-obikin

Prompt :

post-ROTS mustafar fight anakin/vader, limbs chopped off, is immediately saved by obi-wan. it never got to the point in the fight where obi-wan would've said "i loved you" so anakin doesn't know any of obi-wan's feelings. anakin is basically a feral force wielding mess osilating between light and dark and obi-wan knows he cannot return to yoda with him, nor return to Coruscant fearing sideous will find them. so obi-wan sends 3PO away with padme and runs away with anakin. obi-wan has to keep him caged, collared, force suppressed, and in bandages for his limbs, in order for anakin's wounds to heal. its only until anakin declares that obi-wan never loved him that obi-wan snaps.

dw: auto-pilot obi-wan holding it together until he snaps into dominating master mode, bending anakin into submission (both mental, physical, and turns sexual (no rape, dub-con though, they both want it!), domination, possession, pissed off finding out about how he got padme pregnant, how dare anakin call someone else master, collar/leashing anakin, force bond domination, i just want mean obi-wan letting anakin absolutely have it but not turning sith!

dnw: bathroom kinks, unhappy ending. otherwise, go crazy!!

Warning : bondage (rope), blood (a little), sexual tension

Only for you.

Muzan Kibutsuji x male!reader Smut/18+ Masochism+Anal+Some degrading+Deepthroat+Rope+etc Dunno why I write male y/n when I hate writing this Call a restraining order on Muzan This is kind of short.. -Trixie 🌸

Muzan growled, looming over your fallen body. Someone had beaten you and knocked you out. Again.

The demon king stooped over and picked you up, swinging you over his shoulder and stalking off.

You woke up, changed and mostly healed—the worst injury was a light concussion, most of them being scrapes and bruises. You looked around and saw you were in the Infinity Fortress. Muzan was there too, pacing around in the room.

He turned as you sat up and he made his way towards you, annoyed.

"The fuck are you doing, getting yourself into trouble all the time?" he spat, lifting you by the collar of your shirt.

You shrugged, unfazed. Though you were human, he'd taken a liking to you so you knew you wouldn't be killed. Or, more, hoped. "Wasn't my fault," you said.

"It's always your fault!" he said, rolling his eyes.

"Wow, what great faith you have in me," you said sarcastically.

Muzan, clearly irritated, leaned forward. "Don't talk back to me, you-"

You ignored him and kissed him mid-sentence, pulling back and smiling at his momentarily shocked expression.

"Hm, you want to do it like that? Fine." Muzan threw you back onto the bed and crawled over you. He turned and used whatever crazy blood demon art he had that you never understood to retrieve a rope.

"Were the hell did you get that from?" you asked incredulosly.

"Does it matter?" he pointed out. He fumbled with the rope for a second then flipped you over onto your stomach and grabbed your hands, tying your wrists behind your back. He broke that part of the rope off with his teeth then went to work tying your legs.

You swallowed. "What are you doing..?" Honestly, he could be doing several things. One, he could be tying you just for the humiliation. Two, he could be tying you to hang you on a stake and burn you alive—and though that was probably just overthinking it, it really wasn't a far stretch given who he was. Or, three, he was going to fuck you until the beating you'd just gotten felt like a papercut compared this.

Clearly it was the latter, because right after, Muzan flipped you back over and pulled down his pants. Yes, he was probably going to fuck you.

"I'm not going to wait for you to get used to shit, understood?" he said, leaning down and biting your neck.

You gasped and pressed your lips together to bite back a groan. From pain or pleasure was anyone's guess.

He lifted your legs and pulled your clothes down to your ankles. Then he simply ripped them off, deciding that he didn't want to untie the rope just to take off your pants.

You flinched at the ripping sound. Welp, there goes your clothes- You'd have to steal some of Muzan's later, probably, otherwise you'd go back home bare-naked.

The demon king tapped your thighs. "You're trembling," he commented.

"Am not!" you whined, though you were. But only because it was cold.

He ignored you and slipped two of his fingers into your mouth, swirling them around for a moment then pulling it out. He inspected the saliva coating it then went back to your lower-half and plunged his fingers deep into your asshole. You whimpered at this and your legs tensed.

"You're so fucking weak, this is only two fingers," he said, rolling his eyes once more. "You won't live till the end if you clench yourself upon that."

You bit your lip, knowing his words were true as much as your pride screamed they weren't.

He pulled his fingers out and then lined his cock up with your hole carefully, slowly. Then he slammed inside, making you scream in pain. He grunted and attempted to get a better position, ignoring your trembling figure.

His hands wrapped around your waist and he thrusted into you again, and again, no sort of pity for your body at all. The pain from his erection filling you slowly morphed to pleasure and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, moans and whimpers adding to the mix as well.

Your hands gripped at the sheets under you, aching to move apart but being held together tightly by rope. Muzan slapped the side of your thighs as he moved, finding pleasure in your gasps of pain.

He continued fucking you harshly for who knows how long—your sense of time, and being in general, had disappeared long ago—until he cummed, finally, inside you, filling you with the sticky white substance.

He pulled out and then moved you around so you kneeled in front of him. His somehow still-erect cock throbbed and he ordered your to open your mouth.

Your protests were drowned in his dick which he shoved into your mouth and made you suck. He pushed your head down onto his cock, ignoring how you choked for breath. Your head spun in pain and you could barely remember to continue suckling him as you tried to gasp for breath.

And at last he let you go, cum splurting onto your face. You breathed in deep breaths of air and panted, trying to catch your breath. Muzan lifted you, then, by your wrists and hung you there in front of him with a sly smirk on his face.

"Pathetic. You look pathetic. I like it. Do you think you might still last for a couple more rounds?" he asked, licking his lips and flicking your cock which had been erect some time ago but pushed past stimulation several times.

You shook your head, ashamed by the action but knowing you really couldn't. "I.. no," you mumbled, still coughing for breath.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Really? Well, let's keep going and see if you're right~"

Hace tiempo alguien me solicitó ésto.

Espero sea de tu agrado amigo.

Es divertido jugar con mis botas. 😉

🤠

Imagina que caminas a toda velocidad por las calles de la ciudad, porque vas con retardo para el trabajo o una cita muy importante (no estoy describiendo mi desastrosa vida), cuando decides tomar un atajo por otra calle para ahorrar tiempo, entonces de pronto de reojo percibes algo extraño lo cuál te detiene y regresas unos pasos para corroborarlo.

En un aparador de algún negocio de algo cómo una mueblería vieja ves ésto.

Y la pregunta del millón:

En la siguiente publicación (sólo me permiten poner una encuesta) y de acuerdo con los resultados que arroje ésta primer encuesta. 😉

Hanging around

Just got inspiered by a friend who's really into this kinda stuff.. I might also have promised they'd get to practise on me. Ahem.. This is going to be a lesson in patience on my part. At least I assume the more advanced shit takes quite a while to do..

Pose by the amazing @helgatisha 🖤

[rope edited in post]

I couldn't decide which one was better, the colored or uncolored ver, so here's both! :3

ROPES

The horrible day...actually the whole fucking week, was finally over. Every frustration, every disappointment, every unfulfilled expectation had been shut up behind a wall in my mind for so long that I could no longer access good emotions – hell, any emotion from behind it. Even so, behind that wall I feel so exposed, so vulnerable that I wish to hide behind anything, but all there is is this barren wasteland as far as my thoughts can see.

So, here I am, submitting to his intervention much sooner than I had ever imagined. Anxiety weaves its tendrils through the recesses of my mind even as I seek solace in his art. He hears my needs and moves wordlessly to work, pulling out the most extreme implements from his closet. He has me stand and deftly removes my clothing, leaving only lacy panties, yet I feel less exposed than when clothed, still shielded by my impregnable mental wall.

He has me sit on the floor and begins weaving the thick rope, binding one leg bent back on itself. It is not the soft, fluffy type that is used to introduce novices to shibari. No, it is rough, spiky sisal, and the loose strands bite into my skin as he pulls it tight. The pain distracts me but a moment, but as the rope winds around my chest in intricate knots, securing my opposite arm behind my back, I feel less exposed, wrapped in an intimate hug of inanimate security. Yet, the wall remains intact, resistant to the surges of pain assaulting my skin.

He loops several longer strands of rope through precise points in the weave of rope. Suddenly, with a strong and rapid hoist, I am airborne. The expertise of his craft is evident as there is no particular point in the configuration that supports too much weight. I am floating, flying, free of the earth, free of the doldrums that had secured me to the depressing miasma that clung to the ground like a suffocating fog. I relax for the first time in days. Yet my desires and my feelings remain trapped behind the wall. Until his next move.

Suspended above the floor, his every action gently sways the ropes. First fingers glaze across my skin which erupts in tingles of anticipation. The first cracks in the wall appear. Next, the cool, smooth straps of a flogger are dragged in place of the fingers, followed by quick sharp blows. My lungs ache from the sudden expulsion of air caused by the surprise. I start protests, but they are suffocated by a ball gag inserted in my mouth. A mask is slipped over my eyes, preventing me from reacting to the following actions before they can be experienced.

I feel the flogger replaced by...a glass comb? What feels like large teeth lined in a row are pushed against my skin. My whole body tenses as a current is passed through them. It is not intense, but the sudden sensation evokes a fear reaction that I cannot control. The instrument is dragged across my flesh and I can only compare it to what others have described when getting a tattoo – a sting that is at once painful yet satisfying. It is relocated on different parts of my exposed skin and wondrously, I feel cracks appearing in that mental wall. Seeping through those cracks comes a sensation that I hadn't experienced in a week – desire.

The pain of the ropes, the sting of the flogger, and the shock of the instrument are transforming in my mind, and the wall becomes a chrysalis from which the sexual me emerges. I feel my panties strain to absorb the rush of my juices flowing now from my pussy. My insides clench around nothing as the intensity of the instrument is increased and my clit begins to throb, aching to be touched, to be licked.

I am pivoted in my suspension 180 degrees and I feel fingers pulling my thong to the side. Then those fingers are pushed inside me, first one, then another, and my pussy is relieved to have something to squeeze, but my clit is still protesting being ignored by tingling even more. He must have surmised this, because suddenly a vibe is pressed against it, sending surges of pleasure through me that cause me to shudder. I don't know how long that lasts, lost in the focus of my inhibited senses.

Before I can experience release from the growing tension that the pleasure is causing, the vibe is removed. So are the fingers. I moan into the gag in protest of a different nature, my drool pooling around it and dripping to the floor. My body begins to sway slowly back and forth. The feeling of being on a swing in my youth is abruptly displaced by my pussy being forcefully filled. I can tell it is not one of his toys. No, it is unmistakably his cock. His hands are on my leg and hips and he is rocking me back and forth on this fulcrum and my pussy greets this invasion with an even greater flood of my juices.

All the loss of the week, buried behind that wall dissipates as the wall crumbles and I am flooded with ecstasy. I cum again and again, losing count in an euphoria of sensations. Just as abruptly, I am empty again. In jerky small motions, I am lowered to the floor. The gag and mask are removed, yet even if my eyes were opened, I would see nothing but a rainbow of colors and sensations as my mind is overwhelmed.

Tender hands undo the configuration of ropes, but now I am held in strong arms instead as they coddle me. I relax in his embrace, not wanting to lose the high that envelopes my cum-soaked mind.

My only thought is planning my next visit.

im going to a shibari workshop later this month, and let me tell you—once I learn to how to tie a pretty little sub up, it’s over for all of you!!!

🖤🤭 pretty kitty 😽✨

In the mood for a threesome :P

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I just love the way it looks with the rope on and off. 🖤🥀

I'd love to be a shibari practice doll. Being perfectly still for my Dom·me, moving only to take the position they want or to hold a rope to help them.

They'd tell me that I'm such a good helpful toy, that I look so much better like this.

They'd take a break between each tableau, gagging me so they can call a friend or watch a tv show. They'd masturbate to the view of my really average body highlighted by the rope art, making me watch and listen, but unable to even beg to participate...

Of course, I'd get some rewards for being a good slut. All related to my oral fixation. Starting with just some spit in my mouth. "What? We're just getting started... I have a lot to practice today." The rewards getting better and better, allowing me to kiss, suck or lick different parts of their bodies, legs, nipples, mouth, tongue, fingers with the taste of their masturbation.

After many hours, they'd end up using my mouth to come, then put back the gag.

"Oh, you've been so good to me today. Such a good fucktoy. You've earn the right to come! Yeah, you can either touch yourself, or join me in bed..."

They'd let me there on the floor, in the dark, still unable to do anything, my brain long gone in a horny fog...

"The Bath"

Art by - Manuela Schiano

Shibari art

Rigger Garth Knight