Priest kink, mentor/protégé, leash 😏
Priest kink - 2/5 Receiving, 4/5 Giving.
Not my style personally, but I definitely understand the appeal of it. I would prefer to be in the dominant role of it, personally.
Mentor/Protégé - 4/5
A dynamic I can definitely get behind. The complete trust the Protégé has in their Mentor, and the Mentor taking advantage, rather purposely or accidentally, makes something in my brain go "👀!".
Leash - 5/5
PLEASE. I NEED TO PUT A LEASH ON GABRIEL. Ok, in all fairness, I don't like collars and leashes on me, they make me panic. Never liked things close to my neck. But, putting my f/os in them.... 🤤🥵
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Day 29-31 | You’re safe | Touch Starved
@hidden-scarlet-whispers :3
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Osiris took deep and shaky breaths. His body hurt so much. He wasn’t sure if it was the wounds (lashes, burns, bruises, cuts) or the fact he was suspended from the ceiling. Maybe it was both. Osiris tried to use the light, but the void bonds around his wrists seemed to tighten, almost mocking him. He could hear Sagira, a symphony of worry and fear. If Osiris could see, maybe he could find something to free himself, but it was hard to see through a blindfold.
A door opening made him tense. It had been days since he was dragged here, beaten and then left. Had they come back to hurt him some more? Then he heard a strangled gasp of surprise.
”Osiris?”
Colovance. He didn’t know what the wolf was doing here, but Osiris tried not to show how relieved he was.
The void bonds fell away and strong arms caught him before the blindfold was removed.
Osiris pushed off from Colovance and almost fell. The ginger haired man caught him, shaking his head as he lowered Osiris to the ground.
”Let Sagira heal you before you try to walk on your own,”
Osiris just glared at him as Sagira flickered out from her hiding spot and began to heal him, her shell rotating worriedly.
”How did you find me?” asked Osiris
”Gonna be honest, pure luck,” said Colovance, “But with this luck, maybe I should head down to the gambling halls. Maybe I’ll win big!”
”Or maybe, Lord Timur will take your money again,” said Osiris, bluntly
”Lies,” Colovance said.
Sagira finished healing Osiris and the older man rose and stretched out his back, arms sore from being held over his head for so long.
”Ready to head back?” asked Colovance
”You don’t need to escort me there,” Osiris snapped
”Not an escort, Osiris, more like, I also need to get back to the temple so we can walk together,” snorted Colovance
Osiris just grunted. Colovance was lucky he was one of the few people at the temple he could stand.
“Fine, let’s go,” said Osiris
Phantom ropes danced across Osiris’ skin and he shifted. He closed his eyes but that only seemed to make it worse. The crack of a whip, the crackle of electricity, the laughter of the one hurting him, the hands that groped lower and lower, taunting him with what could be done to him. He pushed himself out of bed and dressed as fast as he could before making a break for the training fields.
He arrived to find it thankfully empty. It was the middle of the night after all, so most people were asleep.
Osiris approached one of the fields and pulled out his Dawnblade. Upper left across, Upper right across, Lower left rise, Lower right rise, slash the middle from the left, slash the middle from the right, stab in front. He repeated.
”Come now, Osiris, I’ve only just started”
Upper left across, Upper right across, Lower left rise, Lower right rise, slash the middle from the left, slash the middle from the right, stab in front.
”You are at my mercy, Osiris, I could do whatever I wanted to you and you wouldn’t be able to stop me,”
Upper left across, Upper right across, Lower left rise, Lower right rise, slash the middle from the left, slash the middle from the right, stab in front.
”What a broken bird you are. I don’t just want to break you, Osiris, I will make you mine”
Upper left across, Upper right across, Lower left rise, Lower right rise, slash the middle from the left, slash the middle from the rig-clank.
Osiris’ arm jerked and the Dawnblade clattered away and vanished in a sparkle of solar.
”Osiris, you should be asleep,” came the brisk voice of Lord Felwinter
Osiris did not look at him. Could not look at him.
”I cannot,” Osiris said, softly
”What is wrong, Osiris,” said Felwinter, dispelling his void sword, “Colovance said he found you quite injured,”
”I was, Sagira fixed me up. I am fine,” Osiris said curtly
”Physically, maybe,” mused Felwinter.
Osiris snarled in lieu of a response.
Felwinter lifted a hand and gently placed the tip of his fingers under Osiris’ chin, gently guiding him to look up.
”What do you need, tonight?” Felwinter asked
”I…I don’t know?” Osiris said and his voice sounded so small, “A distraction. I can hear him otherwise,”
”Hear who?”
”I have no idea,” whispered Osiris, leaning his head slightly into Felwinter’s fingers.
He relished the feeling of his mentor’s touch.
”Let us go to my office, Osiris,” said Felwinter
A transmat fired and the warmth and familiarity of Felwinter’s office greeted him and he wasted no time sinking into his favorite chair.
”You are safe, Osiris,” Felwinter said
”I know,” whispered Osiris
And for once, he really did feel safe.
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