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hypewinter · 11 months

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I've had a brainworm for a few days now so here me out.

After an accidental reveal gone wrong, Danny is forced to flee the country with both his parents and the giw after him. While he's trying to find some place internationally to settle down, he comes across a secluded complex.

Said complex happens to have access to an ectoplasm run off which Danny is in desperate need of. Though it has been corrupted by whatever the people of the complex have been doing to it, that's no problem for Danny as he can easily purify the portion he takes in to survive.

Deciding this is the perfect place to live off the grid, Danny sets to work figuring out how to blend in. It turns out that's the easy part. With his temporary stint as a ninja, his training with his black belt mom, and his general ghost physiology, he fits in pretty well.

He fits in so well in fact that he is told he'll be training someone one of the head bosses has their eye on. A kid his age.

Basically what follows is Danny accidentally ruining Talia's plans for Jason by unconsciously purifying his corruption and just talking him through his emotions. When Jason gets back to Gotham, he returns without a clouded mentally and realizes just how much Bruce went through after his death.

Instead of unleashing his complicated plan, he quietly takes over the underworld. He loves his father but also knows there are situations in Gotham that require a more firm hand. Jason decides to be a firm hand in his dad's place.

(I imagine he is only revealed on accident yet his reunion with his family is just as dramatic as Under the Red Hood. Tbh it probably has something to do with the joker suddenly going missing.)

Meanwhile back at the League of Assassins, Talia is impressed by Jason's training and is under the impression that his failure in Gotham is due to him getting cold feet at the last second so she puts Danny in charge of Damian's training.

Danny this time takes a more conscious role in ruining the league's brainwashing by challenging Damian's beliefs and teaching him he should use his weapons to protect, not to harm. By the time Damian gets to Wayne Manor, there is significantly less deprogramming that needs to be done.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #winter's tales #hyper prompts #this idea has had me by the choke hold for a couple of days now #i imagine after a time jason and damian realize they both had the same instructor #and decide it's only a matter of time before the league finds out about what he did and tries to kill him #so they go to try to rescue him #only for danny to be like 'nah it's much more dangerous for me out there than it is in here'#cue panic #because what does that mean!?#who is threatening their teacher?

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brother-emperors · 3 months

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hey! hi! the cartoonist cooperative has an e-sim drive for gaza, offering art for e-sim donations (instructions etc in the link)

#I usually keep politics posting to Twitter bc of reach/impact #like I’d rather spend my time calling state reps telling them I don’t want my fucking tax money to go to bombing civilians #than explain to a tumblr user that no you don’t get a pass to use ultra/ethnonationalist talking points because you’re #too busy choking on government boot to realize that you’re being 1800s racist #but I haven’t seen the donation drive making rounds on here so if getting art prompts you to helping people #keep connected please check it out. the artists available and instructions are all on the page linked etc.#anyway. in case it was not clear. none of us are free until all of us are free. death to imperialism. etc.

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whumpitisthen · 5 months

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"Oh, you are so little. I could hold you in place with only one hand. Such a slender throat... I reckon you fit perfectly in my palm. You will behave, won't you? I am going to mark you. I want to see my fingers bruised into that lovely flesh. I want to feel you writhe and squirm under me. I want to watch you flinch away from my touch, and then I want to punish you for it. Then I want to listen to you cry, until you give up all of your tears for me.

Doesn't that sound nice? To be made mine this way? To scar you so deep you cannot help but fall apart? To belong to me so completely?

No? Well, I think it sounds wonderful. We will have to keep doing it over and over again. Bruises are not permanent, after all. Not unless I scar you instead. Would you rather I burn a ring into you? Melt a metal shackle around your neck? You only have to go through that once.

Haha. I thought so. Come here then. Let's see how easily you will bruise for me."

#whump #creepy whumper #my writing #whump writing #intimate whumper #whump prompt #sadistic whumper #choking #bruises #burning

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kikker-oma · 6 months

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HI FREN YOUR ART IS GORGEOUS! I’ve had an itchy idea and figured I’d give it to you if you were still taking art requests. I see all these fics where Time uses the Fierce Deity mask because it’s the only way but I’ve seen NO ART. The ANGST. The DRAMA. The POSSIBILITIES.

If you’re feeling up to it, maybe this with a concerned big bro Wars? I’m weak for that combination

Warning:Blood, Choking

#sweet archerlullaby #what is this #whumptober AND an art request??#I’m so sorry this day in my inbox for literal months #but I though it would fit this prompt!!#Time is going to feel soooo guilty #if he ever comes back to himself that is #I’m a strong subscriber that the fierce deity mask is too powerful #and that it’s a dangerous possession #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu fanart #lu time #lu warriors #blood #choking #lu fierce deity

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stxrslut · 18 days

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hmm what about reader telling rafe she wants to break up and he chokes her? (i mean not to death lol just his hands on her neck)

ur little elaboration made me picture Rafe literally choking me to death lmao. I’d probably still say thanks tho I can’t lie 🤷‍♀️

it’s a petty argument really, all because you’d seen him dealing to another girl at the party. she had been touching his arm, and twirling her hair and biting her lip and Rafe wasn’t telling her to fuck off.

that’s how you ended up here, marching down the hallway to your bedroom, with Rafe on your tail. you let out an annoyed shout as you turn around, stomping your kitten heels dangerously. “stop following me!”

“no!” he matches your tone, stopping in his tracks as you do. most people would at least be a little bit scared, seeing his tall figure towering over them like this. but not you, you had argued time and time again with Rafe, and you know he’ll never hurt you.

“no?” you scoff, “seriously?”

“yes seriously! I didn’t do shit! I don’t know why you’re in this- this hissy fit over nothing!” he yells, moving his hands in every which way to emphasise his words.

“ugh!” you stomp your foot again “you know what Rafe? you know what? since- since you wanna go and just- let other girls flirt with you like that then- then I’m breaking up with you!” you shout the last part, voice breaking ever so slightly, because you know you don’t even want what you’re saying.

you’re just about to turn around when you feel his hands grip your waist. you yelp, trying to squirm away from him as he manhandles you against the wall, pinning you there.

“you wanna be a little priss ‘n act like I’m tryna make other girls mine?” he laughs sarkily, tonguing at his cheek “nah. nah.”

before you can register what happens, his hand is coming up to wrap around your neck, restricting your breath. you let out a small whimper, gripping and pulling at his wrist to try to get him off you.

“you want me to show you who’s mine? huh? I’ll fuckin’ show you.” he pushes you up so that your legs can wrap around his waist, his hand still pushing on your airway.

“gonna fuck that little cunt so good you’ll know exactly who’s mine.”

#anon #lily writes 🌷#tw choking #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #outer banks smut #outer banks

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dont-be-gentle-please · 4 months

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Whumper who is physically bigger/stronger than whumpee wrapping their hand around whumpee's throat and choking them.

The classic grabbed-by-the-throat-and-thrown-into-a-wall. Or down the stairs.

#don't be gentle please #dont-be-gentle-please #whump prompt #whump thoughts #manhandling #manhandling whump #choking whump #choked whumpee

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volya-horisvit · 5 months

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EraserMic postwar:

Aizawa: If you joke about me being a pirate one more SINGLE time-

Yamada: I'm gonna have to walk the plank?

Yamada: *Laughing hysterically for the next five minutes*

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dont-f-with-moogles · 2 months

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Valentine’s Day prompt 💝

For Dazai x Reader 🔞: it’s Valentine’s Day & Dazai tells Reader how romantic it would be to die together today & Reader replies “how about we fuck instead?”

A Little Death (Dark Era; aged up/18+; NSFW) Mafia!Dazai x Reader 1706 words Tw: sui ideation, choking

It was a secluded scene, shrouded in silence. No one dared to cross the boundary of the hotel’s grounds; to do so was a privilege only afforded to a select few. Its air of secrecy was such that it rendered the half a dozen armed guards who brooded over the tower like ravens, quite superfluous. Port Mafia territory. For a scarce number, its walls knew their secrets but whispered none. For the rest, it was simply impenetrable.

The hotel room was neither luxurious nor homely. Thin gauze blinds let in little moonlight. Outside, the starless sky was streaked with storm clouds. Even the fluorescence which defined Yokohama’s horizon and kept the city in artificial daylight did not reach this dark corner of the prefecture. Rain pattered relentlessly, the deluge so intense that entire waves were dashed at the rattling windows. Thin branches scraped against glass. You glanced above your head, half-expecting the flaked plaster to cave in at any moment.

Quieter than the storm came the clicking of the heating unit. A stale smell lingered about the plain, whitewashed walls. A black suit jacket thrown over a chair. Unfinished business. Sake bottles cluttered the side table. A low electric light. Crumpled bed sheets and the scent of sex.

You felt too cold to remain in the doorway. Shrugging your coat off, you hung it on a wall-mounted hook beside his. Its belt dripped rainwater onto the matting beside your discarded Louboutins. As you crossed into the room his silhouette came into view. Dazai sat cross legged on the floor, arms in his lap, his back against the end of a double, Western-style bed. He made no sign at your approach. His gestures, or lack of, were as inscrutable as ever. No one had ever sifted the murky depths which submerged his heart. You only knew that he played games. And, if his intention was to set you on edge, then you would just have to make yourself comfortable.

“I know I kept you waiting…”

The bed gave a small creak as you knelt upon it. Removing the tie from your hair, you allowed it to tumble down, sodden and tangled, past your waist. Then, with a sound of relative contentment, you flung yourself on your back and stretched out your legs luxuriously upon the pillows. Dazai was motionless; the back of his head remained against the foot of the bed. Dark, brown tufts stood up, unruly. You let your head hang down beside his so that your rain-flecked skin brushed against his face. His cotton bandage wrapping grazed your cheek. You felt his jaw tighten. Upside down, the cracks in the floor appeared more fragile than the ceiling. Either one could give way at any moment.

A hand reached into your hair.

“If you remember, you did promise me romance…” Dazai’s tone was as soft as silk. With a turn of his head, the tip of his nose brushed your own. His breath, sweet with sake, clouded you. Threatened to pull you under. Only the initiating thread of conversation and he was already reeling you in.

Slowly his fingers stroked loose strands from your face, until he was cradling the back of your head. There was something so gentle, so loving in the subtle press of his fingertips that you closed your eyes.

“I know…” Your words bore the weight of remorse, even if you didn’t feel it.

Rain lashed violently at the window. Dazai gathered your damp hair around his fingers, weaving a braid like a coil of rope. Playful. If his patience was worn then the lithe movements of his hands did not suggest it.

“How beautiful…” he mused to himself, wrapping the twisted knots like a noose around his knuckles. Watchful, you lay still. In the gloom the pale skin of your neck shone silver.

“What is?”

Wet hair tickled your throat.

“...why, the thought of dying with you tonight. What else?”

Dazai’s voice was thick with desire, quite at odds with such a fatalistic notion. The weight of your corded braid was draped across your neck. With a rustling movement, he had risen to his knees.

“...that’s why you came here, after all.” Dazai poured his whisper into your ear. Liquid black.

Unkempt hair brushed your skin. A pale face; his scars half-hidden beneath wrappings. Dazai’s exposed eye gazed down at you with lust. Its colour was as dark as earth whilst the iris gleamed like molten gold at its centre. His words, his gestures, his games; who could look beyond the endless depths into Dazai’s heart? No; to meet his eye was to stare down into the core of the world itself.

A pull upon the end of your hair; the vine wound itself tighter. You smiled up at him, despite the pink blotches forming on your skin.

“Actually -” you managed, your breath stuttering, “- what I proposed - was a little death.”

Your scalp burned where strands were almost yanked from the roots. Ignoring your hold upon his sleeve, Dazai twisted your hair around his fingers. As ever, he wove his little designs only for you to fall, ensnared in his trap. Not that you minded. If you had any intention of survival, then you would never have accepted his invitation here tonight. Easy prey. What was the point in the struggle when Dazai could so easily devour you whole?

Then the twisted cord collapsed. Your chest heaved in the quiet room. The long ribbon of your hair was still gathered in Dazai’s grip. Fiercely, he jerked your head backwards.

“Is that all you can manage?” Warm breath curled over the shell of your ear. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your lobe. Bloodlust rose to the surface.

You let out a shiver of breath, rolling your head back against the covers. Dazai’s shadow fell; rippled down your chest as he leaned over the edge of the bed. His black tie swung loose; draped over your ribcage. With a brush of cool air he drew your collar away. Languorous in his movements, he enjoyed the sight of you like this. His nose grazed your bare shoulder, breath ghosting over your skin. Then - a gentle drop of his lips.

“Find out for yourself, Osamu…”

Dazai pressed his kiss to the base of your throat like a knife.

Hands gathered in his hair, you sighed as Dazai trailed slow, hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your jawline. Your legs writhed against the pillows. Purple wounds nicked into your skin; each mark counted and tossed on the mound of his sins. They said that only darkness flowed through his veins. Mafia black. Doomed to love as dangerously as he lived.

Dazai tasted your jaw; lingered over your cheek, his breath coming quicker. Threading his fingers through your own, he drew your arms beneath him. A feather-light touch to the pale skin of your wrists, his fingertips wandered your limbs. A tuft of dark fringe swept your chin as Dazai kissed your lower lip. Thighs clenched together, you gave another airless sigh. Your mouth chased his, body arching beneath his caress. Head turning against his own, you felt his tongue glide over the back of your teeth.

With a creak of mattress springs, the weight upon the bed shifted. Dazai’s knee sank into the covers beside your head. Bandaged hands smoothed the hem of your dress as his mouth nipped languidly at your bottom lip. The material was bunched together in his fist, and then he slowly drew it up over your hips.

You gasped as Dazai broke away from your mouth. Fingertips stroked your upper leg. A thumb dipped into the waistline of your underwear.

“La petite mort… the brief state of unconsciousness.” Dazai’s breath warmed the inside of your leg. “Only those consumed by death or desire know it…”

With one hook of his finger he had drawn the lace down around your ankles. Teeth grazed your thigh. Your chest rose and fell as he pressed a kiss to your soft, warm skin. Inching closer, closer… until he was right above where you wanted him. Your hands slipped down Dazai’s lower back. Then, the first brush of his tongue. A low moan bled from your throat. His crumpled shirt almost tore under your nails.

Dazai teased, tasted your clit; his subtle toying sent heat flaring. But one taste had provoked a deeper craving within him. Tongue flattened against you, Dazai indulged himself. His grasp upon your legs tightened until his knuckles blanched. The swill of his tongue set your tender flesh aflame. Your mouth dropped open, back curved away from the bed. Beads of sweat broke out over your forehead as you gripped the bedsheets in your fists. All you wanted was to feel his movements inside you.

As Dazai leaned over you, the fabric of his suit brushed your ear. Self-serving, of course he never gave without taking. All that mattered was the price you paid. In this position, he had you exactly where he wanted you. Reaching out, your hand brushed the rigid pleat in his trousers. Hastily, you unclasped his belt; slung down the material; drew him out. With a firm grasp you guided his rock hard cock down to your open mouth.

Lips closed around him. Tight. With a shudder, his hips thrust forward. Dazai’s bandaged hands lifted your legs, splayed you open to swallow you whole. Fingertips buried themselves in your skin. Oh how he longed to grip them in your hair whilst he rubbed himself against your lips. Your nerves were humming; shivers shot through your limbs like electricity. The first syllable of his name collapsed into a moan which sent vibrations down his cock. He scraped the roof of your mouth over and over, until his rhythm began to stutter.

“Fuck…” you heard him choke. “...fuck… no one else can take me like you do.”

He gripped your legs higher, pulled you to him, drank you down. Insatiable. You were burning alive. Helpless, your body melted on his tongue. With a choked gasp, you clenched your thighs around his neck.

“...wanna die happy…” Dazai’s voice was weak as he wiped his mouth on the inside of your thigh. “...so let me die between these legs, Beautiful...”

#thanks for your prompt Val!#I wanted to take a break from Levihan #but I'll be back on my bullshit soon dw #some of these lines were used in my Levi drabble #but I originally wrote them with Dazai in mind ;)#so had to honour them here. They were always meant for him <3 #mafia!dazai #bsd dark era #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai x fem!reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #tw choking #tw sui ideation #n.sfw #my writing

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serickswrites · 4 months

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Shake It Off

Warnings: captivity, restraints, choking, seizures, forced to watch, torture, poison

Caretaker swallowed as they watched Whumpee convulse in the chair opposite them. Watched as Whumpee's muscles contracted and their limbs jerk against the restraints that kept them in the chair. Watched as the choking sounds echoed in their ears and foam fell from Whumpee's lips.

Caretaker was utterly powerless as they watched Whumpee seize and choke after Whumper had force fed Whumpee the poison. They were utterly powerless as they jerked on their own restraints trying to be free. Utterly powerless as Whumper laughed as they watched Whumpee seize.

"Face it, Caretaker, there's nothing you or anyone can do for Whumpee."

"No!" Caretaker renewed their efforts to try and break free. Whumpee began to still and grow quiet once more. They had to get to Whumpee. Had to get to Whumpee and get out of there.

"Don't worry, Caretaker. I won't kill Whumpee." Whumper walked over to Whumpee, caressing their hair gently. "I'm having too much fun to end it now."

Whumpee's eyes were dazed and confused. They were seeing the room without seeing. Caretaker tried to catch Whumpee's eye, but couldn't. "Whumpee, Whumpee, you're ok. Whumpee!"

Whumper fisted Whumpee's hair, jerking their head up roughly. "They're too out of it to hear you, Caretaker." Whumper dropped Whumpee's head violently. "We'll see how long they can be entertaining. I'll grow bored with them eventually. I always grow bored with them. And you've seen what happens to my toys when they get boring."

Caretaker swallowed once more. Caretaker had seen the mutilated corpses. They had seen exactly what Whumper did to their victims. Caretaker couldn't let that happen to Whumpee. There had to be a way to get out of there.

"Just hang in there, Whumpee," Caretaker murmured once Whumper had gone. "I'll find a way to get you out of here."

#serickswrites #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw choking #tw seizures #tw forced to watch #whumpcember #whumpcember 2023 #day 21 #day 22 #prompt: choking #prompt: seizure #queue #tw poison

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just-a-scratch-man · 2 months

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Rei Suwa vs Ogino

Buddy Daddies ep.12

(Unofortunately, the good whump of Rei is only in this episode)

I love Rei

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cherriidluverr · 7 months

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Day 1 of Kinktober: Breathplay/Maki from jjk

she placed her soft lips on yours for a heated kiss. as you opened your mouth a thought arose to you.

“maki.. could you try choking me today” you panted after breaking the kiss. her eyebrows quirked up in slight surprise before kissing you again now focusing on your jaw and neck. “sure baby” she moaned back. starting to remove your shirt while biting and kissing at your neck. once it’s finally off she starts moving to your chest while working on your pants.

finally fully unclothed she moves down to your pussy after marking you up. spreading your legs and keeping them over here strong shoulders so you can’t close your legs. she brings you close to her face before taking a long lick of you. you moan as she thoroughly eats you out. she starts pumping her two fingers in and out of you while sucking at your clit. your body starts to tighten as you feel yourself reaching your climax. “maki” you whine out as you clench and cum as she keeps her pace. you see her rise and suck her own fingers dry.

she gets up to briefly leave leaving you panting from the aftershocks of your orgasm. before you can see her she flips you over and brings your hips up to meet hers. you feel something prodding at you. “you didn’t think that was it did you” she leaned over to groan in you ear. you feel the tip of her strap push into you as you moan at the feeling. she swiftly rams into you changing the pace of things. as you try to adjust to the size you feel her hand place on your neck. you let out another moan as she squeezes with slight force. “you didn’t think id forget about your little request did you”

she starts an nice pace that has you panting and groaning . “maki” is all you can ever think of to say. every time you do you can feel her strong hand gripping you neck even tighter. you love the feeling. you moan out as you cum again. you moan and whimper as maki doesn’t let up her ruthless pace not for a second “maki s tooo much please” sobbing from the overstimulation. you’d be completely flat on the bed if it weren’t for makis strength hold your hips up. with her hand still clasping your neck you struggle really catch your breath and you clench around her again eyes rolled back as your back arches.

you can finally feel air in your lungs again as she pulls back. she pulls out almost completely barely leaving the tip in before thrusting fully back into you. “don’t think this is the end baby” she speaks out. she does finally pull all the way out leaving you on you stomach momentarily before flipping you over again.

the sight above you was one you could mistake as heaven. maki spreading your legs open pulling one to rest over her shoulder. “last one baby i swear” you both moan as your pussies meet eachother. her hand follows up to meet your neck again grasping at it with more force than ever. she bumps and grinds on you as you sing her name out on repeat “maki maki maki” you sob breathlessly. ecstasy overtaking the both of you. you clench as maki continues the pace and the tight squeeze around your neck. your last orgasm overtakes you as you whole body spasms. you can feel more force come around your neck and you momentarily daze out.

makis heart almost stopped when she noticed your eyes had not rolled forward. coming down from her own high of ecstasy she might’ve gone a bit too far with the choking. “y/n!?” she panicked and lightly tapped your cheek. she almost cried when she saw your eyes finally roll forward. she sighed with relief and fell back. “i don’t know how i feel about choking you” she’d determined “i don’t know, if i had to die i’d for sure choose that” your voice had strangled out. maki quickly sat up when she heard the state your voice was in. “ima go get you some tea would you want anything else?” she’s to kind for you. you shook your head no. some minutes later she came back with exactly that as she further cleaned up your guys mess.

cuddling and falling asleep in makis arms after getting fucked and choked out by her was amazing.

my first fic ever‼️i think its pretty good. but the choking isnt as crazy despite this being centered around it😓😓. i might make another one with the same promt sense im still in that writers daze. smth shorter but a bit smuttier. either way ty alll for reading and b ready for the next kinktober post!! ily🫶🏾🫶🏾🍒🍒‼️‼️

#maki smut #kinktober #jjk #jjk x you #jjk smut #maki x reader #maki zenin #wlw #wlw smut #kinktober prompts #jjk fluff #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu maki #maki pls choke me #anime smut #smut #fluff

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whumperofworlds · 5 months

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Tie your Whumpee to a pole/tree/rock/whatever, but also tie their neck around the pole/tree/rock/whatever. Watch them try not to move their head around too much so they wouldn't choke.

#whump #whump prompt #tied up #choking

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whumpster-dumpster · 10 months

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Whumpee with a super sensitive gag reflex that won't let them swallow any pills without half choking

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #it's me i'm whumpee #medicine #choking

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cupidskissx · 11 months

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a funny fic about lestappen being caught doing the dirty by drivers/team principals?😂

Hello sweet Anon, I hope you see this, I’m sorry it took so long 🙈❤️

Now, I know you wanted funny, this has its moments, 2 lines probably, because my inspiration came mostly from this masterful artwork by @lihuiantipyretic so I hope you still enjoy this!

TW: light Dom/Sub, light choking

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Charles had seen Max win his third WDC from two car lengths behind, it was something to behold, him weaving down the straight after he passed the checkered flag. Then he’d been rushed off his feet, caught in the whirlwind, probed and prodded, cameras in his face. It wasn’t until the press conference that Charles saw him finally decompress, but something wasn’t right. Charles could see him shifting in his seat, he looked uncomfortable, antsy, and when Charles finally caught his eye he knew instantly.

Fuck.

Max held his gaze for a beat too long, eyebrows pinched, pleading, for the whole room to see.

The newly re-crowned champion, having taken the title off Charles, was looking at him like that in front of everyone. Charles crossed one leg over the other, hands in his lap.

If Charles was a weaker man he would have stood up and dragged him away then and there. But he’s not. As much as he wanted to, needed to, he couldn’t. They couldn’t.

It was another, agonising, 15 minutes before they finished. Their release prolonged due to the fact Max occasionally stumbled over his words, or floundered to recollect the championship winning overtake.

They barely made it into the bathroom down the hall before Charles was kissing him. “You okay?” He asked, shoving Max against the wall.

“Mmm, I am now.”

“Do you still need me to…”

“Yes, need you to bring me back down.”

“Okay, baby, you relax,” Charles pressed him into the wall, hands roaming over his chest as Max’s linked together around his lower back. “Let me take your mind off it all.”

Max nodded.

They didn’t do this so openly, so publicly, it’s something that remained hidden away in dark hotel rooms. But Charles couldn’t deny him, not now, not today, not when he needed it the most.

He got his mouth back on him, slid his tongue into his mouth, and one of his hands up to his neck. He cupped the flesh, the solid muscles shifted as Max tilted his head up for Charles to have better access.

Charles gently added more weight into his hold, Max melted into kiss, into him. The power that ran through Charles’ veins was thick and dangerous. The urge to keep going, to test the limits, got stronger with each laboured breath Max puffed into his mouth.

“More,” Max begged, “Please.”

Charles didn’t need to be told twice, he ran his other hand up to his neck, interlocking his thumbs over his throat, and adding more pressure. Max’s Adam’s apple strained against the tips of his thumbs. Max started to lose the ability to kiss him back.

“That’s it, Cheri, just like that. I’ve got you.”

Max broke away to rest his head back against the tiled wall. Eyes squeezed shut.

Charles pushed his thigh between Max’s legs, he instantly sank down enough to slowly grind against it. Charles rested his forehead against Max’s, whispering to him, telling him how good he is, how Max is his, and only his. Max’s cheeks flushed and Charles didn’t know if it was from being showered in praise or from the lack of air, so Charles eased off, just in case, and kissed him again.

Max didn’t expect the warm mouth on his, he grunted in surprise and tightened his hold around Charles’ waist, pulling him closer, his thigh rutting against Max’s bulge. Max rocked on him, harder and faster, until he stilled. He came undone, still fully clothed, moaning into Charles mouth.

“You really did need that, didn’t you? Didn’t even get to touch you,” Charles murmured. He slipped his thigh out from between his legs and loosened the hold on his neck, but he kept his hands cupped over his throat. The absence of them too soon often made things worse.

“Later,” Max promised, voice tight. “Do you need me to…”

Max unlinked his fingers from around his back and reached for him. Charles grabbed his wrist. “Later sounds good.”

Max nodded and kissed him, long and slow, until they broke away, snapping their heads to look in the direction of the bathroom door as it swept open.

Charles swallowed thickly at the sight of Christian Horner, stock-still, staring at them. The door swung back on its hinges, colliding into Christian’s shoulder, knocking him out of his daze.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Leclerc?” Christian advanced on them, “Get off him!”

Charles dropped his hands instantly, “It’s not what is looks like,” he tried to step back but Max’s tight hold prevented him from moving.

Max’s clear intention to keep Charles in place made Christian stop in his tracks before he could yank Charles off him.

“Max?” Christian turned his fiery glare onto his driver for conformation.

“It’s okay,” he agrees, “Charles and I…”

He didn’t need to say more, Christian filled in the blanks, cutting him off with a breathless: “Jesus…”

Charles could see him fight the urge to tell them this was a PR nightmare. That if the wrong person had walked in it would have been career ending.

Christian sighed, heavy and prolonged. “How long?”

Charles looked at Max who had the tiniest smile on his lips. “A year and a bit.”

Christian nodded, likely piecing together all the small moments that didn’t make sense over. Like when Max arrived at a TAG Heuer sponsorship event wearing a Richard Mille. Or when Max left last year’s Zandvoort debrief early, citing a tummy bug, when in actuality he needed Charles’ hands around his neck. Or more recently when Christian arrived unexpectedly at Max’s hotel room last month only for Max not to let him in because Charles was still spread out, naked, barely lucid, after getting his brain sucked out of his dick not even three minutes prior.

“Don’t become complacent,” it was the closest they’d get to Christian’s blessing for now. He’d likely pull Max into his office and force him to have the conversation they’d both tried so hard to avoid.

“I’m gonna go pee,” Christian said, “When I’m done one of you better be gone.”

Christian went into one of the stalls, and flicked the lock.

“I love you, you know that, right?” Max whispered. Out of all the scenarios, Charles never expected Max to confess those words for the first time inside a small Brazilian bathroom with the sound of Christian Horner peeing in the background.

Charles laughed at the absurdity of the situation and kissed him, “I love you too,” he whispered against his lips. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Max nodded, “I’ll be a while, you know how it is.”

Charles recalled being pulled in every direction for hours after winning his championship title. He nodded, “I’ll stay awake for you.”

Max kissed him, long and slow.

“I was serious, stop making out and get out of here,” Christian’s strained voice grumbled.

“Okay, okay. Good luck with him,” Charles grinned, kissed Max one more time then left.

Feel free to send a prompt any time if you don’t mind waiting literal months for me to get my act together 😇🥰

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timetohurt · 2 years

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listen, y’all don’t appreciate

hanging from your wrists

(without touching the ground)

enough.

cw: unwilling suspension, choking, loss of consciousness, begging, beating, broken bones

• Hanging by the wrists puts pressure on the chest muscles. The consequence of this is difficulty breathing, difficulty talking, because the lungs are compressed. The diaphragm that causes in-and exhalation would get exhausted so it’s more and more exhausting to breathe until… whumpee doesn’t have the strength anymore and passes out. It’s like slow choking and there’s nothing whumpee can do than to beg to be let down

• Blood circulation to the hands is cut off because 1) too tightly bound wrists that need to hold the whumpees weight and 2) arms above body in the air, so the arms would get numb after initial pain and sore and turn a pale color. After the suspension the wrists and arms could be swollen and hurting to the touch/bruised

• Straining the shoulder muscles, tearing the shoulder muscles, dislocating the shoulders, all very painful

• Hang your whumpee up and wait until they pass out, let them down until they regain consciousness, hang them up again, and so on and so forth. The realization and following panic after waking up that it’s not over after one time, that whumper will let them slowly choke and suffer again, and again, and again, the helplessness

small addition: whumpee won’t be able to move after this because the muscles (of the upper body half at least) are all strained and sore.

• Get a baseball bat or a cane or smth and spice things up a bit, everyone needs a stress relieve after all, the bruises, the broken bones, whumpee kicking and trashing, the struggling because whumpee doesn’t have enough air to scream

Anyways, lots of potential, you can do anything with this, love to see it. it’s like pizza, when it’s there, it’s good no matter the shape or form. 8.5/10

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