#HELPLESS

[covered-up-bondage]

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Oh the simple joy of watching your favorite characters being tied to a chair

[plss-u]

Being pinned down on your stomach being forced to take his full length in brutal thrusts. Youre full on gasping as tears build, trying to close your legs but failing as he forces them even wider leaving you so exposed. Whimpers turning into cries while you beg him to stop, you don’t want it anymore. If anything it makes him fuck you harder, no words. You just hear a soft “shhhh” in your ear as he seemingly rearranges your insides and grips your throat. This goes on for hours.. at some point you black out only to wake up on the ground sore with cum leaking down your thighs.

[linecrosser]

Febwhump 2024 - Day 1 - Helpless

- unable to help -

[linkiscool333]

@la-sera @across-violet-skies

Link on ao3 should work, here is @hyah-lian beautiful work if not.

[bangelgifs]

BtVS 3.12 ⟺ AtS 5.20

⤷ Requested by @oveliagirlhaditright

[denymethisalways]

i need a man who gets tired of my annoying fucking talking and how often i just have to prove im smart and just puts on a humiliating gag instead of listening to my bratty bullshit. a dogbone one, spider gag/ring gag, anything to remind me to keep my mouth shut... or rather, to stop talking.

[stacysutton01]

Danny will be Dani now, forever?

[arctrooper69]

Helpless

Hello friends! I'm gonna try to get through a good chuck of Febuwhump this year!

Prompt #1: Helpless @febuwhump

Warnings: Imperial!Tech. Mentions of needles and implied torture.

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It wasn't the fact that you couldn't move that frightened you the most. Neither was it the blinding lights of the laboratory, nor the frigid metal table that chilled your naked skin. It was the goggled clone who entered into the room behind Dr Hemlock.

"T-Tech?" The words were barely a whisper.

Dr Hemlock chuckled, "I'd like to introduce you to my new science officer. You will be under his care from here on out. I suggest you comply with his direction or things could become rather unpleasant and I don't think any of us want that."

Your heart pounded, chest tightening, threatening to choke you with every beat. You glared, the initial fear quickly succumbing to rage. "Kriff you! What did you do to him, you monster!?"

Hemlock seemed unaffected by the outburst, and simply pressed a small button.

A cry of pain wrenched itself from your lips, jaw snapping shut as a burst of electricity coursed through your body. It was over as soon as it had begun, leaving muscles to twitch as you gasped for breath.

He tutted, "Like I said, cooperate and things will go much easier for you."

He turned to the clone, "Report to me immediately if you find anything useful."

"Yes sir."

Hemlock nodded and briskly turned and walked out of the room.

"Oh Tech..." You sighed with shakey voice, unable to stop the tears running from the corners of your eyes. A mixture of horror and guilt settled deeply in your gut, threatening to poison every thought. "What did they do to you!?"

Tech was silent. He turned to a console across the room.

"Subject is alert and attempting to use emotional appeal to influence the decision making of the chief science officer." He spoke to himself, typing something into the console in front of him.

"Tech!" You shouted, tugging at the restraints,

"Answer me, dammit!"

He was silent for a moment. "Subject appears to be agitated and aggressive. Cooperation will need to be coerced if behavior continues."

"Please talk to me..." The anger seemed to melt, flooding you with a warm, heavy helplessness and heartbreak as he turned to you.

This was not your Tech. It couldn't be. That curious light behind his eyes now deadened into a steely emotionless logic.

"Please..." You pled quietly once again, "Don't you remember me?"

He pulled a metal tray beside him filled with various tools and instruments.

Gloved fingers palpated your inner arm drawing a silent gasp. For a brief fraction of a second your heart jumped at his touch - a body's hopeful instinct seeking that physical connection. Those hands had touched you before, but never so callously - never so cold.

"Relax, this will not harm you. I simply need to collect a few blood samples."

If you closed your eyes, maybe you could imagine that you were back on the Marauder. Maybe you could send yourself back to remember how Tech's fingers passionately caressed over your skin - anything to dull the cold precision of his current examining.

You jerked, pulling against the restraints that held you back. The needle didn't hurt as much as much as the look of indifference in his eyes.

"You used to love me, Tech. Don't you remember?"

He entered something into a datapad and looked up.

"This will go a lot easier if you cooperate."

You pulled against the able again, attempting in vain to rid yourself of this prison.

He regarded you cooly as he walked back to the tray beside the table. "I would advise against that."

"Please!" You pled, tears once again running down your temples, "Use that big extraordinary mind of yours to realize this is wrong!"

He was silent again. You tried to meet his eyes but he simply turned away, grabbing something off of the tray.

"Tech, please!" Your wrists were sore and raw, stinging and burning as the restraints bit at them once again, "I won't let you do this!"

He turned back to face you.

"I do not need your cooperation to gather these results. Fighting me will only make this more unpleasant for you. It is your choice."

He paused, allowing you to consider the options. Anger won over the sorrow.

"Kriff you."

He sighed, "Very well."

A barred restraint snapped across your shoulders and chest and another across your forehead. You felt them tighten - squeezing and pulling - until they allowed not even the smallest wiggle.

"Tech!" You gasped, "Please! You know me! Please don't do this!" Your voice cracked, "Please!"

"Relax, and I will be finished shortly."

"I love you, Tech. Whatever you do to me.... Just remember it isn't you."

A moment of hesitation. A fraction of a nanosecond. A tremor of a hand. One blink and it was gone. As you looked up at him, perhaps there was just a glimmer of sorrow - a single tear unshed and hidden far away. Hope that maybe with time, all could be saved.

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[pratchettquotes]

Victor stared helplessly at the city of lights. "Why us?" he said. "Why is it happening to us?" "Everything has to happen to someone," said Ginger.

Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures

[bangelgifs]

[Underrated] Bangel Moments Requested by Anonymous

[covered-up-bondage]

[beta-captions-for-cucks]

College was supposed to be a fresh start for you. No one would know how big of a loser you had been in high school. However, once a beta always a beta, and any girl can see how pathetic you are.

Desperate for the attention of beautiful women, it only took a month for some girls to make you their simp. Now, while they're out partying, meeting hot guys, and enjoying their college experience, you spend your nights, caged, making sure their homework gets done.

[starsarefire824]

Helpless by JustMyName

“Hey,” Mike says, shutting his bedroom door behind him gently and padding over to the bed where Will lays, freshly showered and in his undershirt.

“Hey,” Will murmurs back as he burrows himself further into the bed and pulls the sheets up under his chin, trying to ignore his heart pitter-pattering inside his ribs. He smooths the fabric over his chest nervously.

Mike smiles over at him, something shy and sweet in the way his eyes crinkle. He breathes out and folds his thin arms across his chest, rubbing along his rigid hip with his thumb.

Will tries not to stare where Mike’s worn white tank top he always wears rides up, revealing pale skin and a shock of dark hair lining his belly and disappearing underneath his stupid Star Wars pajama pants.

It’s hilarious, really, Will thinks bitterly. Stuck in a bed with your friend at the threshold of the Apocalypse, and only able to think about what hides underneath his pajamas.

It’s so unfair. It’s fucking torture.

[stacysutton01]

Lost bet leads to a lost man

[tallulahbunny]

Now, I don't intend on always posting quite such explicit content... but just a little couldn't hurt, right?

As a treat for coming back to Tumblr, I thought I'd take some pictures just for you, and I decided to start learning shibari!

It's something I have loved for years and years but have never tried for myself, but maybe now I have you to show, I might try some more.

What do you think? Be honest, baby.