vinnie

Ghost - COD

gun play

car sex

shower sex

Soap - COD

camboy!soap

König - COD

punishing subby!könig

non presented könig presenting

Price - COD

sounding with price

Rin - BLLK

locker room sex

Nanami - JJK

nanami jerking himself off

Sukuna - JJK

sukuna's stomach mouth

Toji - JJK

plane action

Gojo - JJK

sub!gojo

shaky, shallow, nervous breaths slipped through your lips as your body shifted against the soft, fuzzy towel under you. a black blindfold sat snuggly against your eyes, leaving you vulnerable and bare on the bed, unable to fight back against whatever he may give you.

years upon years in the military definitely taught him a thing or two about being silent: how to move without being heard, how to sneak up on someone, the list goes on.

"j-john, where are you..? what are you-" your voice was meek and quiet as your hips jerked up, desperately awaiting some stimulation.

the only telltale sign you had of john approaching was the dip against the mattress before his hands situated themselves on your needy body.

"stop squirming for me, sweetheart. be patient. it'll only take a minute more."

you had to hold back a groan of annoyance. he already made you wait for so long on that bed, how much longer would it take?

.

.

.

"shit, john, what the fuck?!" you exclaimed, lips falling open as your hands flew to his wrist, grabbing it pathetically as your soaked pussy twitched and clenched.

he was pressing something up against your urethra. it was cold. slimy. hard.

john tutted in response, putting his free hand over yours. speaking to you in that low, calm tone of his. "calm down, it's nothing bad. remember how we agreed to try everything at least once?"

"...yeah?"

"and how if anything happens that you don't like then you have the safe word or colour system to use?"

"...yes..?"

"i wanted to try out sounding tonight. johnny was talking his bloody 'ead off at work a few days ago about it. recommended to try it out."

that made you grow silent. john wasn't usually the person to take recommendations from others, much less his chaotic, questionable teammates. but if he listened to this...

"...okay."

he let out a quiet sigh, before his hand moved both of yours away from his wrist, rubbing comforting circles against your arm, before moving back down to your pussy.

"relax for me, dove. it might feel a bit weird at the beginning but try to stay relaxed, okay?"

you nodded your head slowly, pressing your head against the pillows under your head.

"words." he replied, voice firm and final.

"yes, sir."

he let out a low, raspy chuckle, before carefully spreading your pussy lips open, pressing the metal sound gently against your urethra, before slowly pushing it in, bit by bit, inch by inch.

you let out a surprised squeak, eyes widening behind the blindfold as your back arched slightly. it felt weird. really weird. it had that slight burning sensation which felt pleasurable, yet at the same time it just felt like you had to pee.

"it feels weird..." you whispered out, hands clawing at the sheets below you, lips parting slightly as shaky breaths left you.

he didn't give you a response, instead slowly, minusculely, began pulling the sound out of you, making a weak sound leave your mouth.

"'m gonna go nice and slow, okay? relax and just enjoy it, sweet girl."

you could only nod your head in response, letting out a moan of pleasure and surprise as he pushed the sound back in, dragging it along your sensitive, twitchy muscle, other hands rubbing along your thigh comfortingly.

it didn't take long for your body to be squirming, writhing and thrashing against price, hips subconsciously bucking upwards to press further into the sound. it felt weird, really weird.

"johnn, i feel like 'm gonna pee... it feels weird.." you whined out, eyes squeezing shut behind the blindfold situated on your face.

john pressed a soft, chaste kiss against your forehead, then on your nose, whispering gently into your ear. "you're okay, just give into the pleasure. you're not gonna pee, don't worry."

with that, he made work of thrusting the sound in at a faster pace, fingers rubbing fast, sloppy circles against your clit, before you let out a cry of pleasure as the sound got pulled out, your orgasm crashing over you in waves upon waves, body fighting against price's grip on you as your pussy twitched and clenched around nothing, cum and squirt dribbling out of your holes.

needless to say, it was the best orgasm of your life.

the 6'something colonel, feared by many, pathetically laying on your bed, pleading with you to stop edging him and finally let him cum. with how pent up he was already, it wouldn't be a surprise of he came from a single touch to a usually non-erogenous zone.

"shh, don't make a sound. i'm trying to listen to someone else." you cooed mockingly at him, watching his lips glisten with saliva and unspoken desire.

trailing your finger once more down his angry, blistering hot appendage, you shift your body upwards, situating yourself on his lap, looking down at him, admiring his ruined and spent body below you.

"you're gonna take it like the gooood boy you are, won't you?" it wasn't a question, merely a statement. but still, he nodded his head 'yes' time and time again, words barely processing in his head, as you sank down onto his cock, head lowering to nuzzle against his scent gland.

everything was normal at first. you made both him and yourself feel good as you rode him into oblivion, licking and scraping at his scent gland, when you suddenly felt a change in the air.

a new scent.

sweet, mind numbing, enough to send you into a frenzy.

it was unusual. extremely strong, powerful enough to engulf all of your senses and leave you dazed.

where was it coming from?

what was it?

and then that weak, higher pitched whine.

what was that? that wasn't from you...

könig.

he never sounded like that previously. even as your sub, he never once let a sound as pitiful and weak as that slip.

there could only be one explanation... no.. surely not?

"...you presented?" you couldn't keep your eyes from widening, as you looked down at him, hand resting against his bare chest. you could almost see the pheromones dancing and twirling and mingling with each other in the hot, humid air as they wafted off of him in concerning amounts.

the poor man couldn't even respond, so lost in the pleasure that he could only pitifully thrust his hips up, clawing at the ropes binding him in place.

"please, please, please, t-touch me, make me feel good, hase..." könig sobbed out, lips parted, breaths coming out as sharp, shallow gasps.

you couldn't deny him this pleasure, especially since he just presented, and was so lost and so confused and was most likely experiencing his first heat.

so you gave in. you wrapped your hand slowly, gently, almost feather-like around his cock, testing the waters by pumping your hand down the shaft once, twice, eagerly awaiting his reaction.

his hips jutted upwards rapidly, a shaky sound leaving his swollen lips as his body threatened to curl in on itself, yet was stopped by the restraints keeping him in place, tightening with every thrash and every sudden jolt he made.

"fuck, fuck, l-like that, like that, d-don't stop-" könig gasped out, eyes fluttering shut, submitting to the waves of pleasure crashing over him.

that was your sign to continue.

your hold on his cock tightened as your movements became more targeted, more precise, wanting to bring him to his climax.

your slick soaked palm moved up to his crimson tip, rubbing small circles across the sensitive nerves, eliciting a reaction of pure pleasure and overstimulation from your poor, poor omega.

"l-liebling, fuck, 'm close, sosososo close-" he cried out, fingers desperately clinging onto his ropes like a lifeline, as if they were the only thing that was grounding him in this overwhelm of sensations and emotions.

"shhh, shh, you can cum. be a good boy for me and cum, okay?" you were barely holding on yourself, his scent becoming dizzying and so, so good.

it didn't take him much longer before he reached his long impending orgasm, his core tightening as a high pitched, loud, almost painful sounding moan slipped past his parted lips, strings of cum spurting out of his cock, painting his body, the ropes and your hand a milky, translucent white.

he was left writhing and shaking on the bed, coming down from his orgasm as you stared at him in amazement and shock, admiring his reactions and behaviours.

bringing your stained hand to your lips, you took a finger, then two into your mouth, tongue swirling around the warm limbs, eyes trained on his ruined form.

he looked so beautiful. so destroyed and so pathetic. his first heat and presentation were making both you and him go wild.

there was no way you were finished with him yet.

"fuck, könig, my little omega... we're not finished yet, y'know?"

you would have to explain to him later what exactly just happened to him.

"shh, stop thrashing around like that. it ain't gonna help ya." his voice was a low rumble, vibrating in your ears and within your body, causing you to let out a weak mewl.

tied up, suspended from the ceiling, intricate designs made from black rope cascading along your nude body. knees bent backwards, heels nearly pressing against your shoulders, a black ball gag pressed in between your soaked lips to keep you nice and quiet for him.

he dragged the cold, icy barrel of his gun once, twice along your wet slit, hooking it on the hood of your clit, before repeating the motions. it left you needy, desperate for more, aching for more.

you tried so hard to voice your needs and desperations to him, but all that left your mouth were incoherent garbles.

"i said be quiet, didn't i?" he replied, glaring down at your vulnerable body, slowly, teasingly dragging the barrel of his gun until it reached your twitching, drenched pussy. but he didn't push the gun into you yet.

instead, he moved his free hand to your hand, which was tied snuggly behind your back, and laid it flat open. "how are you feeling about this?" he was awaiting your consent.

one tap for continue.

two taps for pause.

three taps for stop. no questions asked.

one tap.

that was all it took for simon, as he pulled his hand back, and carefully pushed the barrel of his gun inside of you.

you let out a loud, surprised sound, ripped straight from your throat, squirming in your restrains, swinging slightly in the air.

ghost gripped your thigh warningly, and he soon set a rough, rapid pace with his pistol, fucking it into you with no cares in the world, yet somehow knowing exactly in what ways to angle the gun to hit ALL the best places and just how fast he needed to go to have you falling apart, sobbing and cumming in mere moments.

it's not surprising to say that he had you reaching an intense orgasm in two minutes, body arching and flailing amidst the restrains, eyes squeezed shut, gag threatening to slip from your lips as raw, unfiltered noises left your lips, cum coating the black barrel of the gun.

when he pulled the gun out, it was shiny, soaked, covered in your sticky fluids. yet this man just placed it down on the table beside him, placing a soft, chaste kiss on your forehead, brushing a thumb over your cheek and hairline as he loosened the gag from your mouth, letting you take in a deep breath.

his streams are ALWAYS freaky (like FREAKY freaky...). you're the younger sister of his best mate, ghost, and you two get in really well.

you weren't aware that he streamed until one day you accidentally caught him midstream whilst you were staying over at his due to broken heating in the winter.

you couldn't look at him the same way after that.

imagine your shock when he comes to you, all stressed and pouty, asking you if you could join him in his stream as his scene partner fell ill (did they really though?)

after a lot of hesitation, persuasion and making sure ghost didn't know where you would be, you agreed.

whatever you thought would happen, you were COMPLETELY wrong.

nothing in the world could have prepared you for the intensity of soap's streams.

electrostimulation, hardcore pain play, breath play using specialised, handmade equipment, multiple guns play, medical play, pet play, improper use of equipment, HEAVY BDSM dynamics and kinks, anything beyond your wildest imagination.

and not once had he actually fucked you himself.

he relied solely on his toys, equipment and teasing, lingering touches.

you so desperately wanted his cock deep inside you, but instead, he dragged your limp, spent body to a motorbunny, locking you onto it, and leaving you there for hours on end whilst he teased your overstimulated body :(

at the end of the stream, showing off your vulnerable, ruined body, he locked a pair of chastity panties over your drenched, used pussy, pocketing the key, grinning like an idiot :((

the aftercare was HEAVENLY. baths, reassuring kisses, the BEST homemade food, cuddles, massages and sleeping in a cozy, warm bed beside his massive build.

the next day, you woke up to breakfast in bed, kisses, half of the money he earnt from yesterday's stream, a permanent offer to be his sub, and ghost yelling at soap through the phone

writhing, squirming and sobbing, he sat pitifully on the chair, arms tied behind the chair with pink rope, digging into his muscular arms, leaving pretty red marks and dents, a reminder for after of what happened.

prior to this, he was going around, blissfully unaware of the torture that soon awaited him. he was settling down for the night in his barracks, dressed in nothing more than a loose pair of sweatpants and a baggy worn down t-shirt.

he was already laying down in his bed, eyes closed, dozing off to sleep, when he felt a sudden pressure on his mouth, a scent of a sweet, syrupy chemical entering his nose. he could feel a sensation of diziness and lightheadedness wash over him, as his limbs grew heavy, world closing in on itself before he fell unconcious, black washing over his vision.

when he woke up, he could hear your whisper.

a punishment, you told him. a punishment for his behaviour during the day. he fucked up so bad at work, messed up his reports, missions went to hell, all because he was distracted.

and you couldn't allow that to continue, could you?

you left him. alone.

the room was dark, the scent of suspense and sin tangled with the air. his skin was prickling, his breaths were shaky and broken, muscles tense against the restraints binding him in place.

he couldn't see where you were. he couldn't see what you were doing. he couldn't see what awaited him.

darkness.

the soft black fabric of the blindfold shifted slightly as his head tilted from side to side, desperation and need rushing through his body, needing to see you. needing to feel you. needing your touch on him.

all he could sense from you when you finally reentered the room was the smell of your perfume, one he's accustomed himself to over the years of being together with you, and your soft footsteps which padded against the floorboards.

"don't move. don't speak. you know what you've done, and now you're gonna have to pay for it."

he didn't even have time to process what that meant, before you grabbed his jaw roughly, pulling his head towards you, using two fingers to pry his scarred lips wide open.

then, shoving your fingers deep into his throat, you pushed a pill into his mouth, other hand situating itself on his throat.

"either swallow the pill yourself, or i'll force you to swallow it."

the gagging was audible. you could see his face twist and writhe with discomfort and pain that bordered on a kind of sick masochistic pleasure.

but still, he wasn't going to give in so easily.

he was still a colonel, after all.

he had some fight left in him.

he didn't swallow. he sat there, struggling, with your fingers lodged far in his throat.

it irked you.

the hand on his throat squeezed tighter, moving slightly to find itself on his esophagus, pressing your fingers hard into his neck to force him to swallow the pill.

the moment you saw him swallow, you pulled your hand away, fingers leaving his throat, wiping them on his cheek as you left him in silence and darkness once again.

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he was left alone in that room for an hour. to him, it felt like days.

no stimulation, no presence of another human, just him in the dark room. but something was weird.

his chest felt... wet.

his nipples tingled, sparks rushing throughout his whole body, the sensation foreign and unknown. it left him fighting against the restraints, breaths coming out as pathetic pants, sweat beading on his hairline.

when you returned into the room, you could see that the pill you had been working on perfecting had finally shown effect.

"you don't know what's happening, do you?" your voice was quiet, measured, each syllable full of purpose, yet a tone of teasing was tangled in between your monotone voice.

he was unable to fight back, and pitifully cried out a 'no', shaking his head left and right.

oh, you were loving this.

chuckling, you stepped closer to him, running a finger down his muscled, scarred chest, making a point to twirl your finger around each nipple, circling the bundle of nerves, causing könig to let whimpers, gasps and moans slip out from his lips.

"taste." you whispered, forcing the finger through his lips.

he immediately obeyed, the fight having left him long ago, and when he did, he froze up momentarily, processing the taste of what was on your finger.

it was unfamiliar, yet not necessarily unpleasant.

"oh, you poor boy. so dense, aren't you? it's from you. it's your... let's call it breastmilk."

the words made him physically recoil and fight against the rope binding him in place. he was frantic, desperately trying to break free from the pink material that kept him locked in place as you proceeded with your sick torture.

"i have some ideas in mind for you now in your... current state." you continued, as you pressed your finger down on his tongue, making a gag leave his lips.

when you eventually pulled your finger out, the lack of stimulation once again made him let out a whine, body desperately pulling against the ropes.

hearing your footsteps grow fainter as you moved away, he couldn't help but let out a panicked, broken sob.

"where are you going? no, don't leave me again, i'll be good, i'm sorry!" his babbles were endearing, seeing your cold, closed off colonel be decreased into such a pathetic, whiny state.

yet nothing prepared him for the sensation he felt on his nipples the minute you returned.

cold, hard, uncomfortable.

"stop fidgeting and stay still." you spoke, slapping his cheek once, not hard enough to cause any real damage, yet hard enough for him to feel a stinging, burning sensation afterwards, reminding him of his place. a non-verbal threat. a warning.

gulping, his body shrunk on itself, awaiting your punishment.

he could feel something situating itself on his nipples. he didn't know what it was. he couldn't make it out. it didn't really feel like... anything.

he could still feel his nipples dripping, the wet feeling mixing with the cold hard plastic feeling, causing him to let out a shaky breath.

"what are you-" he couldn't even finish his sentence before he could hear a whirring, buzzing sound somewhere close to him, the plastic suddenly tightening around his nipples, suctioning.

the sound that left his mouth was priceless. a shocked gasp, entangled with a moan laced within, body growing rigid against the light pink restraints.

suctioning. milking machines.

the drug.

it was all a carefully planned punishment.

you couldn't help but chuckle when you saw the condition könig was in.

crying, whimpering, moaning, gasping, his body violently shaking against the restraints, the milking machine tugging and pulling at his perky, sensitive nipples.

the white translucent liquid was dribbling down in droplets into the suctioning cups, a plastic tube sucking the liquid down into a container.

the scene was filthy. erotic.

he couldn't do anything but sit there and take it.

incoherent pleas and noises left his mouth as he desperately tried to beg and plead for forgiveness, the sudden intense stimulation a strong contrast to the isolation just minutes prior.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-" his voice went up in pitch, hips eagerly attempting to buck up, cock aching for any form of pleasure and touch from you.

"shut up. you're gonna sit there in silence while your nipples get sucked dry." you retorted, another unexpected slap landing on könig's cheek, the skin flushing a bright, sharp red, making him cry out.

"behave yourself." the suction tightened, squeezing and clawing at the sensitive flesh.

a guttural sound left from his lips at the increased pressure, hands clenching into tight fists. his breaths were coming out shallow and weak, a telltale sign of his orgasm approaching.

"no. you don't get to cum. if you cum, i'll lock your pathetic little cock in a chastity cage. we'll see how you like that." you threatened, tugging his face closer with a tight grip in his hair.

he could only whimper, cock twitching with each pull of the suction, the bottle connected to the tubes growing fuller and fuller with each second. it was amusing, seeing him decreased to such an immasculated and weak state.

the whirring mixed with the blissful sensation left his mind in a daze, unable to speak, unable to think, unable to do anything but sit there and take it.

saliva dripped down his chin, rolling down his nude chest, a wet streak left behind, the darkness hiding the physical mark of the predicament.

he was sososososo close to cumming. he couldn't hold it in anymore. his cock was twitching, his tip an angry red, as loud cries left his lips, begging you to let him cum. his lower body was slick, pre cum having been continuously leaking from his cock throughout the torture on his nipples.

but instead, you turned the machine off.

unscrewed the bottles from the tubes of the machine.

you took the bottles, pocketing them.

"did you forget this is a punishment, you stupid thing? you don't get to cum. it's meant to be a reminder for the future."

as you were walking out of the room once again, you laughed to yourself.

"did i say that the punishment ended?"

whirr.

with that, you left. leaving him to deal with the overstimulation and edging, with an unfamiliar fluid leaving his body.

rin itoshi fucking you in the locker rooms after a failed match

"don't you dare fucking make a sound." his voice was cold, angry, full of frustration and hate, as his body roughly met yours, holding your waist in a bruising grip with one hand, nails forming small crescent shapes on your skin.

"i could have won. could have made that goal. it's pathetic, i missed by the slightest bit." he spat out, thrusting rougher, harder, pulling you to his chest, hand covering your mouth, as pitiful whines, moans and sobs left your wet, puffy lips.

"shut up, or someone will hear you." he whispered roughly into your ear, pressing you further against one of the lockers, hiking one leg up onto the locker room bench to reach deeper, his thrusts becoming even meaner, rougher, angrier.

"if i didn't pass and went for the goal, i could have won. if he didn't get in the way then i wouldn't have lost." he rasped out, hair falling into his eyes, as small pants and gasps for air left his soft lips, his head collapsing onto your shoulder as he rutted into you desperately.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry for failing you.." an odd moment of vulnerability. something he had never shown, not even once in front of you. but now, mid thrust, he was breaking down, his hand slipping from your mouth as you let out a loud moan.

"just a bit longer, just a while longer, hold on, please.." his voice was as close to a whimper as it would ever get, his thrusts sloppier and more urgent, going off of pure instinct rather than off practiced ease.

and in mere minutes, both you and him were reaching your orgasms, letting out sounds of pleasure and satisfaction, melting into the warmth and intensity of the highs rushing over you.

and when you came down from your climaxes and he pulled out of you, you pulled him to you, pressing a gentle kiss to his head, embracing him in a tight, comforting hug.

"you'll never fail me. don't speak about yourself that way."

sub! gojo who's tied up on a chair, blindfold off, hair tousled and messy, who's whimpering, moaning, and near sobbing.

he spent the WHOLE day acting like a little pathetic brat, trying to steal your attention in any way possible, which in most cases was by stolen touches, quiet, sultry words and promises, and peeks at what you were missing out on.

he did it to himself, truly. you had a breaking point.

he was tied up, approaching his fifth or sixth near orgasmic point, having been repeatedly edged. tip red, angry and swollen, dick hard and alert, twitching and moving at each and every bit of pleasure he gets from the vibrations of the vibrating wand on his tip.

he's sobbing and wailing, thrashing against the ropes holding him down on the wooden surface, digging deep into his soft skin, pretty tears trailing down his pale cheeks, now flushed with arousal, desperation, and pure need.

he babbles apologies, babbles pleases, babbles your name, babbles what he supposedly needs.

but you're not one to give in, no.

you plan to edge him until he can't speak. can't moan. can't cry. until the only thing he remembers is your name.

you teasingly trail your fingers down his nude chest, down every ridge and raised surface of muscle, giving him just a feel of what he's missing out on.

on what he could have had had he not been such a brat today.

maybe this time he'll learn, right?

maybe the continuous edging will finally be enough of a lesson to stick in his dumb, pretty head.