★ ,,, (for you FREAKS. this was a req)
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Pursuer would let out a grunt as you pushed him onto the bed; the bed making a loud creaking noise. He'd stare at you in disbelief.
— " ..What are you doing? "
He'd pause as his breath would hitch, watching your skilled hands tying the rope around his wrists. Pursuer would grumble in frustration, squirming beneath you.
— " Let me go. "
He muttered under his breath as he stared up at you. You would place your palm on his cheek, feeling his face slowly turn warmer by the second. You would then tighten the rope..
Pursuer growled low, dark eyes flaring, teeth gritted. His body tensed in anticipation and something else. Your finger trailed along his chest, his gaze following your hand.
The silence between you had become loaded, heavy, and.. intimate? The predator had become the prey. Oh, how the tables had turned.
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