rough touch // fIGHT ME
Send ‘rough touch’ and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
10. My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.
Never had he ever gotten so violent. He was not a violent man but a classy, professional individual. However, he never did say that he was fine with the closeness and new attachment Wilson had with Banner, the doctor that seemed to excel in everything Wesley could not.
Jealousy. That was a word Wesley did not wish to add to his vocabulary, but it was true that he was becoming more aware that replacement as the first hand man to Wilson Fisk was a heavier risk. Therefore, technically, it could be said, this violence was merely out of jealous rage. James Wesley wished it was not but in the back of his min, the thought occurred to him and never left as his hands grabbed around the tan man’s neck and pressed his thumbs deeply into the skin, blocking the airway.
Get rid of him, kill him now and dispose of him. It would be simple, clean. And then simply blame it on the enemy. He was so far into the action that he could not even stop himself, moving the smaller man’s body against the wall as his large hands dug deep. No emotion did not even show in his face as he did this terrible thing, a slight twitch of the corner of his lips but nothing more. He could and would kill this man without feeling an ounce of guilt.
