one of my biggest general kinks is just being able to control someone and what they're able to do + im fucking ugly as shit and feel unattractive so this'll be written as Ghost
Like just imagine being Ghost, constantly feeling like shit, unable to look at yourself properly in the mirror for a thousand and one reasons. A scar that runs too high, or maybe you still have babyfat. Cheekbones are too low, eyebags that never disappear since you were a kid. You're actually disgusting, how could anyone want to be with you?
Then maybe you have a friend like Soap, someone who's glad to spend time with you in any way possible, and when you're at a house party, you're a few drinks tipsy, you make a cocky move to get him on his knees. It was.. genuinely fucking easy.
You held out a chip for him to eat, not uncommon, he was comfortable eating from your hand like a dog. But you kept it out his reach suddenly, making a gesture to the floor with two fingers.
Without a thought, he knelt down in front of you, big eyes looking up, a dumb, goofy smile on his face as he grinned up at you. You tried not to think about holding the chip up to your crotch, instead holding it down for him to bite at it, giving him little nibbles and time to swallow it down.
When you craddled his face, he only looked up at you with that dumb dopey smile and all you could think about was how good he looked in that moment.
You pushed your luck later in the party too, when it was down to some more personal friends and the drinks were running low. Maybe it was his favorite drink and you had snatched it away from him when he wasn’t looking. When he found you with it, he pouted and nuzzled into you to get it back.
You made the same gesture, and he dropped instantly. Carefully, you poured it into his mouth, making sure he drank slowly but not so slowly he was getting droplets. It was surprisingly difficult, having to practice your wrist motion exactly so you didn’t drown him nor left him drier than a desert.
And maybe he cuddled up with you on the porch, wearing your jacket because you hated seeing him cold. He looked ridiculous in the oversized jacket, but you were just happy he wasn’t freezing his balls off.
