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iniquiticitycw painplay & cbt
Anonymous asked
General/ham and marquis/tyrant thoughts please!!!!!! this verse is my fav things ever
you said both but i’m only doing the latter because that’s where we are.
he has done good work, he thinks to himself, in satisfaction. they have many tiny silver clamps, and he has used all of them, groups along the inside of the marquis’ naked thighs, along the delicate skin of his stones, along the plane of his chest, around his nipples. the marquis is perfectly still from where he has been tortured, his breath shallow. he has tried to explain what this is like, before, what it does to his mind, what it does to his body. he does not understand.
he knows if he pulls on the clasps than the marquis will moan, desperate; he knows flicking them with his fingers will get magnificent noises and trembles, and if he plays enough the marquis will sob and shake. it is so sweet to see, his marquis like this.
his favorite is to take many of them and pull them all off at once. he can sometimes have the marquis come untouched from the violence. he takes teh several he has clipped to the wrinkled flesh of his stones in his hand. the marquis tenses because he knows, and then when he pulls them all off, brutish and sharp, the marquis chokes.
“thank you, your excellency,” the marquis sobs.
“you do not deserve it,” he says, playing with a clamp on his thigh.
“i am unworthy, your excellency.”
“but i shall grant you this sweet gift anyway.”
“i am so grateful,” the marquis wept, as he pulled on the clasps on his nipples, “i shall cherish it with every inch and corner of my heart, i–” he choked as he pulled a few of the clamps of his thighs off. “—i, i, i am so blessed.”
“yes you are,” he said, and bent to kiss the trembling lips, damp with tears.
Anonymous asked
General/ham and marquis/tyrant thoughts please!!!!!! this verse is my fav things ever
you said both but i’m only doing the latter because that’s where we are.
he has done good work, he thinks to himself, in satisfaction. they have many tiny silver clamps, and he has used all of them, groups along the inside of the marquis’ naked thighs, along the delicate skin of his stones, along the plane of his chest, around his nipples. the marquis is perfectly still from where he has been tortured, his breath shallow. he has tried to explain what this is like, before, what it does to his mind, what it does to his body. he does not understand.
he knows if he pulls on the clasps than the marquis will moan, desperate; he knows flicking them with his fingers will get magnificent noises and trembles, and if he plays enough the marquis will sob and shake. it is so sweet to see, his marquis like this.
his favorite is to take many of them and pull them all off at once. he can sometimes have the marquis come untouched from the violence. he takes teh several he has clipped to the wrinkled flesh of his stones in his hand. the marquis tenses because he knows, and then when he pulls them all off, brutish and sharp, the marquis chokes.
“thank you, your excellency,” the marquis sobs.
“you do not deserve it,” he says, playing with a clamp on his thigh.
“i am unworthy, your excellency.”
“but i shall grant you this sweet gift anyway.”
“i am so grateful,” the marquis wept, as he pulled on the clasps on his nipples, “i shall cherish it with every inch and corner of my heart, i–” he choked as he pulled a few of the clamps of his thighs off. “—i, i, i am so blessed.”
“yes you are,” he said, and bent to kiss the trembling lips, damp with tears.