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Ready to make me suffer?😈
Another Outfit I like to fight and get dominated in.😈Any hot heels around that want to punish me?😈
Let´s fight!😈Who wants to take me on and get me in some hot and rough submission holds?😈
Another favorite fighting gear of mine!😈Who wants to make me suffer in some hot and rough submission holds?😈
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?😈
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)?😈
Who wants to punish me and make me suffer while I am wearing that?😈
Got some hot new Outfits today... Guess that one will be one of my new favorites.😈Still waiting for hot and brutal men to fight with and/or dominate me...😈
Who is ready and MAN enough to do it?😈 Hot Wrestling, Bondage or some BDSM? I am open!😈
Another new Outfit waiting to be worn while a rough and dominant man beats and fucks me up!😈
This time I got a more transparent Outfit for you.😈 Love to wear it while getting beat up, choked, strangled and/or abused in.😈 Where are the sexy and hot men that want to fuck me up? Just message me and bring it on!
Love to wear that Outfit, even though it exposes a lot!😈The only negative thing about it is that it invites men to beat and torture that bulge, while I get beat up, choked, strangled and/or abused.😈 Where are the sexy and hot men that want to fuck me up? Just message me and bring it on!
Dare to fight me brutally? ;)
Anyone in Massachusetts that likes being choked? Or want to chat about it?? Message me!
"Screw you, you son of a bitch." The Whumpee muttered out as they felt the Whumper running a hand threw their hair before pulling back harshly. Causing the Whumpee's head to be forcefully pulled back.
"You shouldn't test me. You already know what I'm capable of so why must you bad mouth me?" The Whumper asked with a small chuckle before letting the Whumpee's hair go. The Whumpee's hair fell forward with a heavy breath.
Slowly, the Whumper shook off their expensive over jacket, letting it fall to the dirtied ground as they stepped in front of the tied up, Whumpee.
"I'll show you what will happen if you bad-mouth me one. More. Time." The man growled with a small smirk as they romoved their tie from around their neck.
"I want you to remember who is in control here. I want you to remember that I am the one in control. Your pathetic life is in my hands!"
The Whumper then made their way around the chair the Whumpee was restrained too, slowly wrapping the tie around the other's neck.
"The torture, as you should know by now, will only grow worse my dear.."
The choked gasps coming from the Whumpee was like music to the Whumper. It was like music to them. They would listen to their pathetic sounds all day if they could..
Dark Currents (Intoxicating Fear Fanfic)
I: Dark Currents
@chaotic-orphan
TW: choking, strangling, strangulation, stalking, drugging, intimate whumper, intimidating whumper, disoriented whumpee.
The night was a deep blanket of silence as Kit walked home, the distant sounds of the city fading behind him. After a gruelling shift at the hero tower, fatigue clung to him like a shadow. The dark alleyway ahead felt especially foreboding, its walls lined with graffiti that whispered stories of forgotten souls. Streetlights flickered, casting unsettling shadows that danced across the damp pavement, creating an eerie mosaic of light and dark.
Just as Kit turned a corner, a figure lunged from the depths of the shadows—Ambrose.
Before Kit could react, Ambrose tackled him to the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of him. He gasped as Ambrose’s hands tightened around his throat, panic surging within him like a tidal wave. The chill of the concrete seeped into his skin, contrasting sharply with the heat of his rising fear.
"You thought you could escape me?" Ambrose’s voice was cold, filled with a twisted satisfaction that sent shivers down Kit’s spine.
"Let me go!" Kit shouted, desperation creeping into his voice. He strained to summon his electric abilities, but Ambrose’s grip was like iron, dulling his spark, leaving him feeling powerless.
Ambrose leaned closer, a cruel smile curling his lips, the flickering streetlight illuminating his features in a sinister glow. "You’re not in control here."
Kit’s heart raced as he twisted beneath Ambrose, trying to break free. With a sudden burst of strength, he managed to throw Ambrose off balance, but it was temporary. Ambrose was on him again, pinning him down, his hands constricting around Kit’s throat like a vice, the world narrowing to a painful focus.
"Why did you come back?" Kit gasped, struggling for air.
"Because you need to come with me," Ambrose replied, his tone unyielding, as if he were delivering a decree. "You belong with me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen."
Kit’s mind raced, memories flashing like lightning. The last time he had seen Ambrose, it had been under vastly different circumstances—filled with a familial solidarity, occasional laughter echoing in the air, not this violent chaos.
In his mind's eye, Kit recalled Ambrose and Jude, silhouetted against the city lights, locked in a passionate kiss, their joy stark against the backdrop of a darkening sky. They had looked so carefree, so oblivious to the storm brewing around them.
It was just a rumour, Ambrose’s voice echoed in Kit's thoughts, a haunting refrain. Jude and I... it meant nothing.
With a sudden surge of adrenaline, Kit managed to shove Ambrose off him, scrambling to his feet. But Ambrose quickly recovered, grabbing Kit’s arm and pulling him close again, the smell of sweat and cologne enveloping Kit in a dizzying haze.
"Let’s talk," Ambrose said, his grip still firm, the intensity of his gaze unyielding.
Reluctantly, Kit followed, feeling the tension crackle in the air between them like static electricity. They walked to a nearby bar, its neon sign flickering ominously, casting a ghostly glow on the cracked pavement. Inside, the atmosphere felt heavy, thick with unspoken words and the scent of stale beer mingling with the faint aroma of cigarette smoke.
Max, the bar owner, greeted them with a nod, his weathered face a map of years spent in the dim light. "What’ll it be?"
"Two shots of whiskey," Ambrose ordered, his tone lacking warmth, as if he were merely playing a role in a dark theatre.
As they settled onto the bar stools, the faux leather cracked beneath them, and Kit couldn’t shake the unease that clung to him like a second skin. "What about Jude?" he pressed, muted anger flaring again, the question like a lit fuse.
Ambrose waved a dismissive hand, irritation flickering across his features. "Forget him. We have more pressing matters."
The whiskey arrived, amber liquid glinting under the low light, and they downed the shots, the burn cutting through the tension like a knife. Ambrose leaned in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. "You still don’t understand, do you? You’re meant for more than this life."
Kit narrowed his eyes, anger bubbling beneath the surface, a tempest ready to erupt. "You think you can just show up and demand I leave everything behind?"
Ambrose’s gaze was intense, as if he were peering into Kit’s very soul. "This place is holding you back," he replied. "You need to step into the light with me."
Kit felt the weight of Ambrose's words, but the alcohol was dulling his resolve, making the room sway slightly.
Unbeknownst to Kit, Ambrose had slipped something into his drink. After another sip, a wave of dizziness washed over him, the world spinning around him like a carousel gone awry.
"What did you do?" he slurred, struggling to stay upright, the edges of his vision blurring.
"Just a little something to help you relax," Ambrose said casually, a predatory glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down Kit’s spine.
Kit’s strength faded, and he felt the ghost of Ambrose’s hand tighten around his throat again, the imaginary pressure making it hard to breathe, suffocating him with fear.
"Why are you doing this?" Kit gasped, panic rising like bile.
"Because I need you to understand," Ambrose said, his tone chilling, devoid of warmth. "You’re mine."
As they stumbled back to Kit's apartment, Ambrose’s presence loomed over him like a storm cloud, dark and oppressive. Inside, Ambrose closed the door with a slow, deliberate motion, the sound echoing ominously in the small space.
"This isn’t over," Kit whispered, fear and anger churning in his chest like a storm at sea.
Ambrose stepped closer, his expression shifting to something darker, more primal. "We need to talk about us."
"Us?" Kit echoed, scepticism lacing his voice, as if he were trying to make sense of a riddle with no answer.
Ambrose held his gaze, eyes intense and fierce. "I didn’t abandon you. I had my reasons, but now I’m back for you."
Kit’s heart raced, caught between anger and the flicker of something darker, something he didn’t want to acknowledge. "You think it’s that simple?"
The pressure around his throat returned, tightening just enough to send panic coursing through him like a wildfire. "You need to listen," Ambrose commanded, his voice low and dangerous.
"You can’t just expect me to forgive you," Kit managed to say, breathless, the words escaping in a whine.
"I came back for you," Ambrose insisted, his grip still firm, unyielding. "You have to understand."
Kit felt the pressure building, the edges of his vision blurring as darkness threatened to creep in. "You’re hurting me," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper.
Ambrose released him slightly, but his eyes remained locked on Kit’s, a predatory intensity that made Kit’s pulse race. "I won’t let you go that easily."
"What do you want from me?" Kit managed, desperation creeping into his voice, the weight of the world pressing down on him.
"I want you by my side," Ambrose replied, voice low and menacing, each word dripping with a power that was both alluring and terrifying. "But first, you need to know what you’re getting into."
Kit glared at Ambrose, heart racing, feeling trapped. "This isn’t love—or whatever you think this is. You’re just trying to control me."
Ambrose stepped closer, the tension between them palpable, electric. "I’m trying to save you. You don’t see it yet, but I’m the only one who can."
"I can take care of myself!" Kit shouted, his anger finally boiling over, a defiant spark igniting in his chest.
With a swift movement, Ambrose seized Kit again, his grip tightening until Kit felt the world closing in around him, darkness threatening to swallow him whole. "You’ll understand," Ambrose said, voice cold and unyielding.
Just as Kit felt he might pass out, Ambrose released him, stepping back, breathing heavily, as if he were wrestling with his own demons. "I want you back, Kit. But you need to accept that I won’t let you go."
Kit staggered, gasping for air, the fear mingling with something else he couldn’t quite place, an unsettling mix of dread and yearning. "What have you done?"
Ambrose’s expression turned serious, the weight of his words heavy in the air. "I’m not playing games. This is about survival."
As dawn broke, pale light filtering through the grimy window, Kit knew he had to confront Ambrose and figure out what he truly wanted. The weight of the night pressed down on him, suffocating yet exhilarating, but he couldn’t ignore the twisted bond that kept pulling them together.
This was only the beginning, and Kit had no idea where it would lead them. The struggle for control would continue, but one thing was certain: he wouldn’t back down that easily.
Continued here
