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purple-heart-x · 2 years

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Slice

Hello and welcome to pain!

This was inspired by this post, requested by @kira-the-whump-enthusiast. The prompts were sleep deprivation and vivisection. Enjoy! (requests are still open! comment or ask if you’d like me to write any of the given prompts.)

Trigger Warnings: Vivisection, sleep deprivation, shock collar, restraints, constant blindfolding, anonymous whumper/unknown whumper, drugging (nonconsensual of course), needles, pills, loss of voice.

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He laid on his side, despite how the wound ached and searing pain rushed to his head. He was facing the wall, hoping to appear asleep. Hoping that would delay more pain a little longer. Tears streamed from the corner of his eyes, down his nose and to the gritty concrete beneath him. Each heaving breath seemed like a chore, excruciating, but he breathed through the tears.

He didn't dare let himself sob. He didn't know what noise would come out, but he knew when he let it, he'd never be able to stop. He was tired, so tired. Laying down like this, he just wanted to give in and--

He held his breath as footsteps approached, taking a shaky breath when they passed his cell. Hiccupping, he sniffled as the pain sliced just as the scalpel had hours and hours before. Slicing through his skin cruelly. Without hesitation. Paying no mind to his screams from behind the cloth stuffed roughly between his jaws. He began to cry silently, eyes stinging as he covered his face with his hands. Briefly he remembered the shadowy shape of a hand approaching, muddled by the cloth bound tightly over his eyes. Had he even the slightest chance he would have pled for mercy, please, anything but this. He felt himself drifting off for just a minute before jolting, shaking violently until the collar mercifully stopped dispensing its shocks to his body. His breath hitched and he began to cry again. Exhaustion clouded his mind like smoke in a building. How long had it been? Days? He could never tell with how often he was blindfolded. He never even knew why he couldn't sleep. The guards slapped him without comment and the collar shocked him without thought or feeling. Gagging, he tried to drag his mind away. Involuntarily, it began to replay the sensation of the man's hands digging inside him, rifling through his organs like it was just another drawer of junk. His heart felt separate from him, beating too fast and too slow and too hard and not at all, all at the same time. He had desperately tried to thrash, but the bitter pills had left him open and helpless, feeling everything yet doing nothing. He remembered, briefly, his mother reading him stories. Telling him of people years and years ago in lands far away that used to weep just as bitterly as he was now, tearing at their clothes. He remembered asking why they did that. His tiny, innocent voice telling her it didn't make sense to ruin their clothes because they were sad. His mother's kind eyes-- he barely remembered them, or her, anymore-- looked down at him with love. That was the only thing he remembered about her. She was gentle and loving and kind. "Sometimes when a person is very, very sad, they can't contain it inside and they have to let it out," she had explained. "Their grief... is like sadness that aches over and over and over." He hadn't understood then, but he understood now. Oh, how he understood. Involuntarily, his nails dug into the thin shirt that hung loose around his shoulders, and with one final shaky breath he finally stopped trying to stop himself from crying. He just wanted to go home, to be safe in his mother’s arms once more. He managed one desperate sob as keys inserted themselves into the lock on the metal grates of his cell. The guard stepped in, avoiding his eyes. And true to his earlier thoughts, once he cried he was unable to stop, wailing screams piercing the walls as he was blindfolded, then half-carried, half-dragged through the tunnels and up the stairs, barely managing to kick out and wriggle in the guard's tight grip. Placed on a metal table once more. Only then could he catch his breath, feeling his fingers trembling under the tight restraints over both of his arms and wrists. His breath caught when a small ribbon of cold metal pressed itself onto him once more. He opened his mouth to scream, and was gagged yet again. He wasn't foolish this time. He fought the restraints harder than he had ever done before, ripping through his clothes, through his skin, through his nails, anything to try and escape. Shaky arms and legs trying to drag his body up and away from this nightmare. A needle shoved itself into his arm despite his wild thrashing, and gradually, his shrieks and cries devolved into moans and whimpers. Hazily, he could make out the silhouette of his anonymous torture, watching him. The cold metal once more laid itself casually on his chest. He shuddered, and the man took it as a cue to start. The man didn't stop cutting and shocking until the last strains of his voice were gone. And yet there he lay, powerless, in agony, and torturously awake.

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aseasonwithclarasblog · 2 years

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Food Before Ballet Class

hello everyone. :) hope you enjoy today’s snippets. If you have any ideas for prompts feel free to send them my way Dancers please don’t take offense to the beginning of this, I love you <3

8 weeks into Jack’s captivity

tw: human degrading, mentions to self trauma/training, self degrading, pet whump, collars, emotional manipulation, pet whump, public humiliation. (sorry don’t really know what else to add really tired)

Previous // ~ Jack Masterlist ~

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Even before his training Jack never understood the point of dancing.

Dancing: people looking like idiots on a stage.

They wave their arms around to draw attention to their face. And their facial expressions were all different.

Some dancers looked fake with this plastered smile on their faces which couldn’t possibly have been real. Others didn’t smile at all, which led to them looking a bit dead inside. Then again what was more awkward, looking fake or showing you were a fake?

Jack had shifted from that too. When he first came he looked like a fake pet, now everyone in the household knew he was a fake pet.

Then again, what’s your definition of that word, fake?

One week before Lily went back to school. Her dance lessons started. He tried to ignore the idea of watching the girl dance. Not that he didn’t want to watch Lily. He didn’t want to watch the dancing part. All he could remember about dancing and his former life was how incredibly boring it was.

But it came apparent as she asked him every day to come to watch her dance. She had started the question three weeks in advancement to her first class.

He never said no, he wouldn’t. Yet he never said yes, he would. He didn’t know what to say. The choice wasn’t his to leave the house. But he didn’t have one owner. Lily barely owned him compared to the other three women.

While Mrs. Richardson was fine with the idea, Victoria was heavily against the concept and made her opinion clear to everyone, including Lily. At one point making her cry.

She was grounded for the rest of that day.

She made Jack stay in her room as she was stuck there too. She gave him threats while cutting his skin. To stay home so they could have more fun. He didn’t say no He didn’t say yes.

That made her upset at him though. She hurt him more when he didn’t answer. He didn’t know whether he liked or hated that. He was learning that it felt good at the moment, but after there were dull pains that stayed.

He was starting to learn that a lot of things were like that too. Something may be good at the moment, but later the effects of his choices would start becoming dark and he’d regret it.

Then one night she decided to try out a new tactic. Jack was sitting against the table leg lightly tapping his head against it. Bored and hungry. Victoria noticed, rubbing her fingers together. “Come here Jack, are you hungry?” He nodded a bit while looking over at her. “Listen to instructions. Come here.” She chuckled.

He started to stand up before she tched softly. “No no. You’re a pet, aren’t you? Crawl to me.” Her mother looked over at her before chuckling and nodding.

His cheeks flushed a bit before going over on his hands and knees. He stopped next to Victoria and she carded her hand through his hair, he leaned into the touch, shaking a bit.

As oddly gentle as she was being, it hurt.

It hurt because he was made for pain. And his senses were switched so sweet and kind touch hurt.

People don’t want to hug you.

People don’t want to touch you.

People don’t want a wretched thing like you…

People want to hurt you.

You were made to be hurt.

You were made for p a i n.

His body and mind started going to war and he closed his eyes while rocking back and forth in hunger and fear. His stomach twisting in knots from the conflicting emotions.

“Aww, adorable aren’t you~.” Victoria squished his cheeks together, that awful singsong he hated, making him whine. Lily giggled quietly. Not seeing anything wrong with what was going on.

Victoria smiled at her sister as she pushed his hair out of his face before lowering a fork to his level, he immediately ate the food. Mashed potatoes and gravy. It was warm and it tasted so good. Closing his eyes as she played with his hair. Quietly shaming him before every bite until his face and neck were a scarlet color of blush and her plate was empty.

She let go and stood, leaving the room. Like nothing had happened.

Jack sighed softly before going back to Lily and leaning against her chair. She patted his head like she saw her sister doing. The feeling was nice, just enough to not feel too good or too painful. He felt their mother’s eyes on him so he tried hard not to smile.

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Mrs. Richardson allowed Jack to go to one week up Lily’s dance practices. When school started he wouldn’t go to the dance studio anymore.

She told him he would be going, and he nodded. That was the end of their conversation.

Surprising himself, he was excited the day they were going. He realized they would have to walk outside to get to the car and he would get to be in the sunlight. As he stepped out the front door the sun welcomed him with warmth and the air sent a cheery breeze his way. He stopped halfway to the car, taking a deep breath while smiling.

He missed the outdoors

Lily saw his smile and bounced up and down, making her tutu puff out.

Her mother didn’t see it. Pulling him lightly by the D ring on his collar. He quickly started walking to the car again and she let him get in the back with Lily.

The ride there was wonderful, he got to have his window down a crack and leaned against it, even when it was starting to hurt his skin from how hot it was he stayed like that.

It was so warm and he forgot how comfortable the car was.

When they arrived it was a much bigger building than he would have thought. He followed the two to the room where Lily would be dancing.

She giggled while waving before going into the class, running over and nearly tackle-hugging one of her friends. Jack smiled lightly before Mrs. Richardson pointed at a seat a bit further back from the window. He nodded before going to sit down, if he kept his back straight he could just manage to see the girls in the room over the other adults sitting on the couch in front of the window.

He smiled to himself with his hands in his lap. He saw Lily giggling before they warmed up, holding onto a bar. He had no idea why and thought it looked silly. But he wouldn’t say so if it would upset his little friend though.

After a while of them moving their arms and feet around, they went to the middle of the room. Sitting in a circle and talking, more laughter which he couldn’t hear from the soundproof room. He found himself just hearing pieces of conversations from the mothers.

“Oh, she’s so cute!”

“They had to have ‘salmon-colored tights…’ Why not just plain white or pink ones?”

“Aw, your daughter is beautiful…”

“You wouldn’t think leotards would be so expensive!”

“Here I’ll put my number in your phone…”

He was starting to doze before hearing Mrs. Richardson says his name. He opened his eyes to find all the women staring at him.

“Awh, he has the cutest eyes.” One of the women practically cooed. Jack must have made a face because all the women started laughing.

“What type is he?”

“I have no idea.” Mrs. Richardson sighed. “My mother simply called him a pain pet.” She rolled her eyes. “At least the pathetic thing doesn’t need to be fed.”

“Well, I can see that. His shirt is so loose!”

“Ya, you can practically see his wrist bone.”

“My eldest fed him some dinner last night. A few spoonfuls. And I know Lily gives him desserts sometimes. Not like we don’t feed him at all.” She sighed while shaking his head. “Lily is fond of him.”

The conversation changed back to her daughter, and then to the other girls. But he kept getting glances from the other woman. Most of them had this predatory look and it made him uneasy like they were analyzing his every breath.

The class was an hour-long so when she was done she ran straight out, hugging Jack first before her mother. The other woman made a comment about it but Jack ignored it while hugging Lily. Gently nuzzling her head.

“Did You see me! Did you see me dance!” He nodded but she was already running off to her mom, asking the same question.

“I did see you, darling. You did so beautifully.” Lily giggled happily as her hair was played with affectionately. “Let’s go home, yes?” She smiled as her daughter nodded.

The drive back she was just as talkative as before. Telling them all about her teacher and new friends. The two adults engaged in the conversation as Jack rested his head against the window, falling asleep after a bit.

When Lily noticed she stopped talking. Patting Jack’s hand which was on his leg before smiling while looking out the window.

As they pulled up to the house she looked up at her mother. “When will Daddy be back?”

“Tuesday love.”

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Written on June 4th, 2021

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kiame-sama · 2 years

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I had a few questions about the collar Evan puts on his s/o? Like does he have a couple he keeps on hand in case one gets dirty? Does he let them have it off when they shower or sleep? Sweat and dirt naturally build up and may get trapped under the collar so I hope yes for the shower part of nothing else... Also with all the tech that's in it wouldn't it be rather difficult to clean and get out any odor? I'm only asking cause I actually have a very sensitive nose to smells, and my skin breaks out really easily and makes a lot of excess oil (and sweat on my neck area) so I'd probably get a severe breakout and/or get sick off the smell alone with the collar if it wasn't cleaned regularly...

Evan has collars of every color and multiples of each color made exclusively for you. Change them out as you wish, but you need to always ask Evan to unlock them for you. He may question you a bit as to why you want the collar off, but so long as it is for bathing/sleep, he is okay with it.

He will be nearby as you bathe just to make sure nothing happens to you while you have no collar on. Since he tracks you with the collar, if you get stolen without it he will have a more difficult time finding you. Evan worries about this quite a lot as seconds mean life or death in many situations, and he just finds a certain peace of mind when it comes to knowing where you are/heart-rate/temperature/ect.

Much like FitBits and other phone connected trackers, it can be concealed and be fairly small. For sleep, he has several soft collars made of breathable fabric that aren't uncomfortable to sleep in. He has collars made for sleep, daily activities, fancy gatherings, everything. He has devoted followers who would die for him in an instant, having a few techies that can clean the hardware and put them into a new collar is no hassle for him.

Make sure you tell him if a collar is bothering you so he can get you a new one that won't distress you as much. DON'T remove the collar on your own. Not only is it very difficult, but it will almost immediately make the mafia members suspicious and potentially hostile towards you. Evan will insist that you come to him- even if he is busy- or to his right-hand man if you can't find him. Evan is also much more willing to remove the collar for you where his right-hand man will be more hesitant and may even turn you down if he feels it is not a good time to remove your collar.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #my oc #yandere evan rothchester #evan rothchester #tw collaring #male yandere #yandere male #gn reader

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agavegator · 3 months

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the update hatched a brilliant idea for me

#cult of the lamb #tumblr #illustration #digital art #sins of the flesh #tw // decapitation mention #red crown #collar #lamb #lamby #narinder

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nerdpoe · 9 months

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Government Dog AU

The US Government has a very strong, very unknown meta that they use to threaten the Justice League when they feel the Justice League goes too far.

He is rarely brought out, he's taller than Superman, and every time the League thinks they know what he can do, they're surprised by more.

He's got white hair, green eyes, and can literally possess any leaguer and force them to do what the government said anyways.

They suspect something is off, but any attempts to reason with the meta are rebuffed with a punch.

Impulse sees him once, and while he hovers behind the General threatening Superman, Impulse zeroes in on one thing.

That meta is wearing a collar. It's well disguised, but that's a collar. He'd recognize one anywhere, being as recognizing one meant surviving in the Future.

He glances at Red Robin.

Red Robin nods subtly back.

Impulse launches forward and attaches himself to the big, scary meta's front.

The meta's hands dart out to grab him, and Impulse dodges, tricking the meta into crushing his own collar.

Everyone goes quiet.

The meta holds the crumpled collar in his hands.

"...I'm...free?"

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #government dog au #danny them proceeds to hug impulse #make the general piss himself #though that was unintentional #and absolutely decimate the military base keeping Vlad and Ellie #mind control collars are a bitch #slavery tw #story prompt

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konigsblog · 1 month

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where kidnapper-könig keeps his stupid mutt :3

#not my photos #pinterest #locked away without a collar and handcuffs restricting you :(#he's so delicate when he cleans you...#running a warm cloth down your body whilst you depend on him.... weeping quietly.#orla speaks #könig x you #könig x reader #konig x reader #yandere x you #yandere könig #yandere konig #konig cod #konig call of duty #tw kidnapping

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rowanzzzz · 2 months

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For someone with ana i sure do eat a lot

#tw ana diary #ed disorder #ed not ed sheeran #ana trigger #i need to be weightless #i need to lose so much weight #i need to lose this weight #ana bllog #collar bones #ed behaviour tw

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m-ayo-o · 4 months

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megumi….. puppy reader…… leg humping……mean megumi😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

HOLY FfffffffUCK OK MAYBE I CAN WRITE PUPPY READER

18+ SMUT NSFW 21+ HARD DOM OWNER MEGUMI this one is horrible and mean and pet play + collaring and he smacks her and chokes her and degrades her please do not read if u don't like bdsm stuff thank youuuu hybrid fics

"You stupid little thing."

Your owner always chastises you for humping him like this, tugging on your lead to snap you out of it.

"You're going to get my trousers dirty."

But tonight, he notices that his usual techniques aren't working. The collar around your neck slackens, the chain links fall loose, then he yanks it tight one more time. You emit a satisfying yelp, but your brainless motions continue.

"Ugh- if you want something from your owner you better speak up. I know I'm a sadist, you're a masochist, we're a matchmade in heaven and it's all very romantic, but I can't choke you like this all night."

"J-just need- more," you whimper.

So he huffs and tugs you up onto his lap, where he's sitting with his legs spread on the sofa, and positions you over one muscly thigh.

"Ride it, then."

And without question you move your hips back and forth while he tugs up your skirt. Your tail swishes from side to side and your pointed ears flop down when you get so distracted by the pleasure you have to remind yourself to breathe. And even that's coming out all shaky and hitched, now your clit is rubbing directly on the black material. Your owner doesn't allow you to wear underwear at home.

"Look at that."

He slides his finger through the slick mess you made on him, lifting his hand away with a sticky trail connecting to his trousers. He brings his fingers to your mouth now.

"Chew toy for puppy, here, open up."

Your obedience amuses him. But this is nothing. Some nights he has you jumping through all sorts of kinky hoops before he lets you cum, and it's even more work to even get to see his dick. Once he gets it out he'll decide if you've been good enough to touch him or not, or whether he'd just prefer to tease you and squirt his cum all over your tongue.

He can make you do anything he wants, and tonight that happens to be getting his little puppy creaming on his leg.

But you're getting distracted. By his face, of course. His lips. You want to kiss him.

"No. No kissing. Just ride my thigh like a good little slut and I might let you kiss my hand. If you do it right, how I like it."

Your little brain thinks that's terribly unfair so you let out a whine and he smacks your ass.

"Complaining? You want me to give you something to complain about?" He snaps, threatening to push you back onto the floor again. You shake your head and keep grinding on him.

The sensation between your legs now is getting all messy and hot and your clit is starting to throb. You let out a little plea for him to touch you so he just spanks you again and grabs your ass, making sure to drag you up and down nice and hard.

"That's it, puppy, ride me like that you silly girl."

He loves watching you get like this- he feels a combination of disgust and arousal at the way your tongue is starting to hang out of your mouth and your eyelids are dropping. You just look so dumb. But your body is getting him so undeniably hard it almost hurts. Maybe he'll have to use your puppy pussy tonight after all.

"O-owner, nghh- Megumi, Meg-uuumiiii~ I, I waannaa cum on your dick, oh please will you let me?"

"Cum on my thigh or not at all." He says tersely while slipping his fingers over your ass.

"If you beg and moan and complain you know what will happen."

He'll chain you up. Like when you were really naughty and just undid the zipper on his trousers and sucked at his cock when he was too tired to turn you down. He smacked you across your pretty face and tied your collar to the bannister. He left you there naked all night.

At least you learned your lesson.

So you keep sliding your pussy over him and get closer and closer till you feel that tidal wave approaching and starting to spill and you release-

"Ah, ah, hahhh, mmm-- hnn Megummiii-!!!"

-it's far too wet, you're soaked, this isn't right-

"Haha, oh look what you've done," he sees the pure panic in your eyes when you realise you squirted on him.

He looks livid.

"Megumi, Megumi, wait please please, I. I mmm-- I didn't mean to wait!!!"

He pushes you onto the floor and gets his dick out, holding it to your lips.

"I'll punish you later. First, suck."

megumi | m.list

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