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wrestlingjobber · 2 months
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Who wants to dominate me while I am wearing that?😈Want to wrestle, beat me up, breathcontrol, tie me up and abuse me (or in the best case all those things together)?😈
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navy-leader · 4 months
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Martyr?
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lovesickgoose · 5 months
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Sometimes you wake up in the morning with the sudden urge to draw The Harmacist
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tsubaki94 · 7 months
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6 Mind control/ Forced to hurt someone else
Ai-less Whumptober
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t4t-dazai · 10 months
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don't let your past have power over you
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anguishmacgyver · 4 months
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saggernooseai · 21 days
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shady0220uwu · 1 month
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Cross walks in: hey guys-
Killer: strangling dust
Dust: strangling killer
Horror: eating popcorn
Nightmare: crying surrounded by cats
Cross: ...nevermind
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sangpencekikk · 9 months
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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 2 years
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bloodplay knifeplay fearplay sure sure sure but what about pulseplay
Whumper putting their hands on Whumpee's throat and squeezing, feeling the flutter heartbeat steadily slow the longer they press down on the carotid artery before releasing when it's at its faintest
Whumper checking Whumpee's pulse seemingly randomly, only to slam a knife down inches from their face and checking their pulse again, smiling at how erratic it's become
Whumper wanting to see what scares Whumpee more, almost like a game of this or that, measuring the score in how many BPM they count after each session
Whumper "letting" Whumpee sleep with them so they can marvel at how their heartbeat slows the deeper they drift off, leading them to be able to tell whenever Whumpee is faking being asleep/unconscious in the future
Whumper also watching Whumpee suffer from a nightmare, unable to wake up from the dream due to the strong drugs previous administered to keep them quiet, enjoying the sensation of their pulse slowing and quickening all night long
Whumper making Whumpee wear something that monitors their heart rate, maybe so they can taunt them with the obvious evidence that they're scared, or maybe so they can check from an app to know whenever Whumpee is doing something much to strenuous (ie running for their fucking life out of their prison) and needs to be...settled down
Whumper always waiting until the very last second, the very last heartbeat, before injecting Whumpee with something to kickstart the organ into overdrive, forcing it to go from 0BPM to 100BPM in record time
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wrestlingjobber · 2 months
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Some more pics of one of my favorite fighting Outfits!😈Where are the brutal and dominant muscle heels to work on that body and bulge?😈
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jax-tadc22 · 4 months
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Now I understand why people want a plush of me
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silversanimewhump · 8 months
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The Morose Mononokean
Se2Ep13 
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fallenwhumpee · 4 months
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Traitor
• Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Masterlist •
Warnings: Self neglect (self harm?), accidental hurt, strangling.
Mentor was right. Coming back was a bad idea. Being honest with themselves, at least, it was reasonable to say that being around the team threw them off balance.
It was hard to admit. Hard to admit that they loved, they got attached to the team in the first place.
It was a lot harder to admit that this love was also what harmed Leader the most.
Their deeper than expected talk with Villain was stealing their sleep. There was no peace for their weary mind when they couldn't be sure of anything because—
No, Leader snarled to themselves. They didn't want to think. And the best way to busy their mind with something else was training.
Deep down, they knew this was foolish. They were in no shape to do what they had been doing for their usual training. If anyone else had tried to do this, Leader would be unleashing a very furious Medic onto them. But no one would bother to do that for Leader, and Leader just thought that it didn't matter. It didn't matter as long as it didn't compromise anyone else.
They walked to the training room, getting themselves ready mentally to start warming up. The best choice was the treadmill. They would have control over it, at least, and it gave them a sense of security.
Ignoring the voice whispering then that they weren't supposed to get too comfortable just in case and do their usual routine, they gave into that safe feeling. With their highly altered time perception, they felt the control over something for the first time they could remember.
They started with a calm pace. Their legs ached, but they didn't think about it. Their steps soon started to drum as the machine sped up, surpassing every other thought with a throb like sound. Their panting breaths matched with their chaotic heartbeat, but it didn't take long for them to falter for the first time.
Leader could feel the strain on their body. But they had to continue. Leader couldn't stand to mess up something so easy like that. They weren't even going with a half speed of what they used as warmup.
Leader could do more than that. And with each step they felt like sliding, their thoughts returned. The loudest one was the one that haunted them through their life.
Weak.
It was that treacherous voice again. Repeating it again and again until it gave Leader a maddening passion. But their body got louder from that voice for the first time.
With an uncharacteristic panic, they pulled the safety pin, their knees crumbling. A sudden wave of dizziness swept over, and they lowered themselves to the floor. They stumbled, clutching the side rail for support. Breathing heavily, they pressed a hand to stop the coughs that tried to surface. Their limbs felt like dead weight, unresponsive to the commands of an exhausted mind.
For a while, Leader lay there, defeated. Weak. The exhaustion was not a welcome distraction but a distraction nonetheless, their all energy focused on breathing.
The buzzing of their phone startled Leader. Slowly, they reached for the device, wiping the sweat from their forehead with the back of their hand. It was again an unknown number, and Leader hesitated before answering.
"Mentor," they greeted, trying to pull themself together.
"Leader," Mentor's voice echoed through the empty room, "just wanted to update you on..."
Leader tensed, the simple mention bringing a flood of emotions they would rather ignore. "Go on," they replied despite the knot forming on their throat, their voice betraying none of it.
"They are maintaining their stance, denying any involvement beyond what you've already learned. The agency is pushing for a harsh sentence, but there's something off about the entire situation."
"What do you mean, 'something off'?"
Mentor stopped a little before talking. "We need more information."
Leader hated the vague answer. Clenching their fist, they let out a shaky breath. They weren't in a position demand more than what was given. "Keep me in the loop."
"You will get involved regardless of your wishes," Mentor said with a guilty tone. "I need your and your team's testimony. You should come to the HQ for it."
"Don't involve the team. They had seen Doctor only when my team's one, Medic, was not enough. Some of them probably don't even remember seeing their faces, but I will be there." Leader almost snarled. Their last wish was tangling their team into this.
"If you say so," Mentor probably bit back another answer. Leader doubted their word was still enough for the agency.
"Are you still resting in bed? You sound... distant," Mentor murmured. Leader must have acted a little too harsh about all the matter with conscience if Mentor was talking so hesitantly to them.
With the guilt, Leader couldn't bring themselves to lie outright. "Recovering," they evaded, their eyes wandering around the room.
"Don't lie. Whatever you were doing, I doubt it is more important than your health."
Leader jumped to their feet when a sudden noise from the corridor made them jump. A metallic clatter echoed, cutting through the conversation.
"What was that?"
Leader, on edge, replied, "I'll call you back," and hung up abruptly. The sense of urgency overcame them as they stumbled to their feet, driven by an instinct they couldn't stop.
They rounded the corner of the corridor, ready to confront the intruder. In the next turn, they spotted a shadowy figure and locked onto it.
Without hesitation, Leader attacked, shadows dancing around their vision as they throttled the shadow.
It struggled to defend against Leader's assault. The shadows seemed to amplify Leader's movements, making them more aggressive. Leader's hands tightened around. Despite the strength they first lunged with, Leader's breaths became strained, their movements losing strength.
It was at that moment recognition flickered in Leader's mind. Their grip faltered, and they quickly got back to their feet.
"Don't sneak up on people like that," Leader muttered. They didn't want to admit that they had just jumped on a prey like an animal.
Right Hand, catching their breath, leaned back to the wall. "I didn't think you'd react like that. Are you okay?"
Leader was supposed to ask that. They had just strangled one of their own. "Just go back to bed, Right Hand. It's late."
Right Hand hesitated. "Just what were you doing here anyway?"
It was a lot easier to lie to Right Hand. "I forgot my phone."
Right Hand didn't look like they believed it, but at least they didn't dig further.
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Thank you to dear :D anon for proofreading.
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