knife party

18+ only, proselfshipping prompts/rambles :3 feel free to send an ask.

[arsonistt]

hi, my name is blank.

18. he/they/she.

dark, nsft and violent content present here! asks open for anything :)

antis dni 😵‍💫

i follow from unrecoverymg1

[arsonistt]

something about your f/o being able to command you with only a gesture of their wrist, their hand. no words, only that look in their eye and a subtle movement. ‘down- kneel.’ they tell you. and so you do.

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your f/o adores how you get scared just at the mere mention of them. if you're talking to someone, they casually mention your f/o's name, and your face changes from that smile to furrowed brows and wide eyes, bead of sweat going down your forehead, your hands that start fidgeting. a knot of anxiety in your stomach. they really do have you in the palm of their hand.

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you and your f/o are holding hands. even though you don't really want to, you try pulling yours away. testing their grip. they don't let you pull your hand away, instead tightening their grip so much so you feel your hand might fracture. you smile. it feels nice.

[arsonistt]

trying to fight cringe culture then i get embarrassed writing stuff about my f/o or drawing them or having pins of them on my bag then i'm like damn cringe culture got hands

[arsonistt]

you can always tell when your f/o is in the mood because they get quiet, and incredibly handsy. a hand sliding around your waist, hugging you from behind, their body so very close to yours.

their fingers pressing into your flesh, a hand grabbing your arm and moving you to where they want you to be.

a hand on the back of your neck, holding you still as they kiss you, other one grabbing you and feeling you in any way they can.

[arsonistt]

hey do me a favour don't think about mundane moments with ur f/o....hey don't think their fingers brushing against yours as they hand you a cigarette. don't think about walking alongside them and your hands bumping together until they finally take your hand in theirs. hey don't think about waking up and feeling their arm draped over your body. their hand on your lower back as you walk with them. you must not think about these things

[arsonistt]

shoutout to f/os who smoke. shoutout especially if it's real cigarettes/they chain smoke. shoutout even more so if they do hard drugs. and to those who do those drugs alongside their f/o, shoutout to yall.

[arsonistt]

dark self shipping asks ♡

is there an age gap between you and your f/o? how big is it? is it considered a big deal?

is there a power dynamic? how much does it impact the relationship?

is there any abuse? physical, emotional, etc? who is the abuser? how far does it go?

do you argue a lot? do the arguments ever get physical?

is there ever any non-con acts between the both of you? who starts it?

if not non-con, then dub-con? how far does it go?

would any of your f/o's fit the description of a yandere? would they ever kill for you?

how about a yangire? would they kill you?

would you go as far to classify your relationship as a love/hate relationship?

does your f/o ever abuse your trust? lie to you?

[arsonistt]

being a youngish selfshipper with all middle aged f/os is very funny i always just imagine myself as a annoying loud fly on their shoulder that they can’t seem to get rid of

[arsonistt]

you’ve been bad for long enough. immature. insolent. you and your f/o know both it can’t go unpunished.

their foot reels back to kick you in the chest, landing a hard blow right on your ribs. you flinch in a ball on the floor, lungs heaving to try and catch air. they don’t let you recover, picking your head up from the floor with a grip in your hair, other hand punching you clean across the face. you taste iron in your mouth.

“almost done, i promise. i wouldn’t have to do this if you were good for me.”

[arsonistt]

Is it possible to see some CNC or more dubcon prompts from you? I rarely see those in the selfshipping community :3 - Redd

of course! they’ll be under the little see more thing just incase anyone doesnt want to see em! if anyone has anymore suggestions let me know 🧸

[arsonistt]

it makes you blush when you think about how strong your f/o is. they can pick you up without breaking a sweat. throw you over their shoulder like its nothing. pin your wrists down with an iron grip. you couldn’t even try to fight back. not like you want to, anyway.

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your f/o making sure you understand when you mess up. words coming out from clenched teeth inbetween every single kick that lands on your curled up form. ‘know your place.’

they say, grabbing your hair and yanking you up to face them.

that bloody nose and bruised rib is more than enough to reflect on your actions with. or maybe they just like seeing you flustered and bleeding.

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your f/o sneaking into your room while you’re fast asleep. they know it’s wrong- just can’t stop themselves, though.

lifting up your shirt and touching your soft skin while your chest rises and falls, utterly oblivious to what’s going on.

unbuttoning your pants and touching between your legs, glancing up at your sleeping face. they don’t know what would be better- seeing your reaction as your eyes flutter open, or relishing in your soft noises as you remain asleep.

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coming to terms with the fact that you really are your f/o’s now. the collar on your neck that was there when you woke up for the first time. the dog cage filled with blankets thats big enough for you to sleep in. the remote control they hold that can shock you when you misbehave.

maybe it’s not so bad though, you tell yourself. the time outside you get when you’re good. the treats your f/o buys, just for you. the time and attention they put into caring for you.

no one else could love you like they could.

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admiring the bruises that your f/o gives you. seeing the fist sized marks on your arm, your legs, your torso, some purple and red, some starting to yellow and fade. some smaller, some bigger, in clusters.

pressing them just so you can feel the ache- being reminded of how it felt when you got them. wearing shorter clothes just so you can see them.

absentmindedly tracing your finger around 2 bruises that look strangely heart shaped.

even if they fade and go away, you know there’ll be new ones to replace them <3