#The Intimate List

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ Oh, love, don’t let me go

won’t you take me where the streetlights glow? 🗡️ physical affection prompts

Tight hugs that feel like coming home after a long time away

Eskimo kisses!!!

Tracing constellations between freckles and moles

Reaching for their hand in a crowd, knowing they’ll guide you through safely

Cradling their face in your hands, thumb brushing against the creases of their smile

Kissing the back of their hand and gently squeezing it before leaving

Dog piles on a couch with limbs all askew yet very comfortable

After a terrible joke, flicking their arm or hand

Les bises (cheek kisses) upon greeting them

A hearty clap of joy on the back

Hidden tangling of the legs under a table or blanket

Resting your chin on their shoulder, arms wrapping them in a gentle embrace from behind

Friendly sparring while waiting around (if actual swords are included that’s even better)

Twirling them around in a big hug, bursting into laughter when you almost topple over

Sneakily finding the right moment to slip an ice cold hand up their shirt

Washing their back in the shower for them

When they’re injured or sick, carefully carrying them where they need to go

Secret handshakes just for fun

Hip-checking, either like a salsa dancer’s final move or a itty bitty bump for acknowledgment

Detangling or braiding their hair as their head rests in your lap

Spooning (big or little spoon, it’s nice 10/10 highly recommend)

Pressing a warm hand into their side/stomach/back to alleviate cramps or muscle strains

Scratching that ridiculously hard to reach spot for them

Brief shoulder massages when they’re stressed

Curling into their chest, protected from everything in the world for that moment

[whispers-whump]

love a good forehead fever check as much as the next gal but like we’re sleeping on so much fever checking potential here

overly warm hands, palms just beginning to sweat

a rapid pulse throbbing under glistening skin

feeling the warmth radiating off of whumpee through a thin t-shirt

even better, cool hands against the overheated skin of a bare, aching back

grabbing whumpee’s forearm and finding the unnatural heat there

a loved whumpee’s legs resting across caretaker’s lap, limbs hot on their thighs

the top of a head, hair damp and scalp burning when caretaker rests their chin on whumpee’s head

the back of a flushed neck, cupped tenderly in a hand

overheated thighs, maybe gripped through loose sweatpants or mostly bare because whumpee felt too hot for anything but shorts

squeezing a shoulder comfortingly and discovering the warmth there

feel free to add on!

[markantonys]

i'm pretty sure the real reasons for a viewership drop between WOT s1 and s2 were:

it was almost 2 full years between seasons

s2's entire promo timeframe & release were during the strikes, so not much promo could happen (on top of prime not being great at promo even at the best of times)

so there were likely plenty of people who enjoyed s1 and would've happily tuned in for s2, but had forgotten or lost interest after 2 years or didn't hear that it had returned due to lack of promo

and also, it's natural for a show's pilot season to have artificially inflated viewership numbers and then settle into the true viewership in subsequent seasons (and sure enough, i think s3's numbers were pretty similar to s2). how many of us have checked out the first season of something just to try it out and then never continued? it's not necessarily a mark against the quality of a show, just an effect of it finding its real viewerbase over time, especially these days when there are one million shows to choose from and viewers do a lot more shopping around and dipping their toe into first seasons without committing to the rest.

readers harping on about "maybe s2-3 viewership would've been better if s1 didn't suck so much" just feels like another example of readers mistakenly assuming both that their opinions of the show are universal and that readers make up a larger portion of the show's audience than they actually do. in all my time on the internet, pretty much every single piece of outright dislike i've seen for s1 has come from a reader; the worst i've seen the general audience say is that s1 was somewhat slow or felt like generic fantasy (which is true of EOTW as well). i vividly remember the day 1x08 aired, and as a show-only myself i loved it and felt so hyped for s2 and i went on the show-only reddit discussion thread and all the other show-onlys felt similarly, and then i turned a corner and was baffled to see readers acting like 1x08 had personally murdered their entire families. while every viewer readily acknowledges that each season was a step up from the prior one, i don't think the majority of viewers had NEARLY as much of an issue with s1 as readers believe they did. the portion of viewership dropoff that was due to people going "s1 sucked so much, i'm not coming back for s2!" is probably pretty small compared to the above factors. in conclusion, we should be putting the blame for the cancellation where it belongs (shitty corporations) and not at the feet of the creatives who did their best to beef up a fairly bland coming-of-age fantasy quest book while having a ton of real-world factors and unforeseen circumstances hampering them.

[redd956]

Characters Holding Each Other In Whump

This is my demand to see more characters holding each other in whump, but also my opportunity to go on about characters holding each other in whump.

I need more of it, it's so warm, and great when it's characters dependent and safe to one another. Or it's creepy and harrowing when it's between whumper and anything.

I need more of

Caretaker finally reaching whumpee, and pulling them to their chest. Now that they are within each other's arms Caretaker is not letting go.

Multiple whumpees who cannot see each other directly, but hear their voices and reach their hands just far enough to feel each other's touch. Maybe they're reaching out between cell bars, perhaps there's a hole in the walls of an enclosure, or an open slot to a lab. Either way, they've found a hand to hold.

A distraught whumpee crawling over to their only friend, and waiting to be pulled into someone's lap.

When a known threat (whumper) approaches and a protective character pulls another into their grasp to shield them.

Two shivering characters latched onto each other, removing as much space between themselves as possible. After all, what if someone separates them again?

Whumper holding whumpee from behind, swaying them back and forth, listening to the subtle sounds of fright.

Two words: Bridal Carry. Whumpee nuzzling their face into caretaker's chest for bonus points. For extra bonus points, latching onto to caretaker's clothing despite being carried.

Whumpee trying to escape from a whumper they've pummeled thoroughly, only for the half-conscious whumper to grab whumpee one last time. Is it a pleading? A don't go? Or just a final act of terror?

Caretaker sitting on the bed next to a whumpee, and bringing them into their grasp as they whimper.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Mind over Mind - Hero Whumper Villain Whumpee

Warnings: torture, violence, forced compliance, mind control

Summary: Hero almost loses the fight against Villain... until she uses her unique powers to flip the tables.

Villain and Hero had been fighting for only an hour when both of them started to falter from exhaustion, but that's just the kind of fights they got into. Quick. Intense. Violent. Bloody. The kind that's hardly survivable for long.

Hero wielded two wickedly sharp daggers in her hands, while Villain had one in his left, and a serrated hunting blade in the other. Their weapons clashed together repeatedly, showering sparks onto the ground as they fought fiercely for the upper hand, both of them covered in sweat, bruises and dozens of vicious injuries inflicted by their opponent.

"Don't you ever know when to give up?" Hero grunted through gritted teeth as she blocked yet another one of Villain's attacks.

"Nope, apparently not," Villain sneered, and slashed a blade across Hero's ribs, slicing open a deep gash that made her cry out in pain. It was all the opening he needed. He didn't give her a chance to recover.

Villain closed the distance between them and brutally pummeled Hero with a series of quick blows, too fast for her to block or dodge. He punched her gut hard enough to crack ribs, before landing another blow on her jaw with a concussive amount of force, making her head snap back -- and the peak of the fight was over just like that.

Hero faltered and stumbled back with a broken, rattling wheeze, falling to the ground, and Villain descended on her like a bird of prey, wrapping a strong hand around her throat and lifting her up to pin her against a wall, squeezing hard.

Hero's eyes widened as she clawed desperately at the hand cutting off her air, thrashing uselessly in Villain's grip with slowly failing strength.

"The real question is... do you know when to give up?" Villain chuckled coldly.

Blood trickled from both corners of Hero's mouth as her terrified gaze locked with Villain's.

STOP! A booming voice suddenly roared in Villain's head, making him jerk back in surprise, losing his grip on Hero so that she crumpled to the ground, gasping and choking and coughing blood, her eyes still locked intensely on Villain.

Something brushed against Villain's mind that made him shiver, like claws brushing lightly against his brain, wandering and prodding uncertainly, as though searching for a hold. Then those claws turned sharp, deadly, sinking in.

Villain's whole body went stiff, muscles locking in place as that same voice spoke again.

That's right... obey.

Villain's blood went colder than ice, his face going pale as a slow, stretching pain spread through his body, setting every nerve on fire with excruciating agony as it sank into every part of him.

His mouth gaped, he tried to speak, but couldn't find his voice.

He was rooted to the spot with fear as Hero slowly picked herself up off the dirt, gasping and panting as she caught her breath, rubbing her neck where Villain's hand had been mere seconds away from crushing her windpipe.

She straightened with a groan, staggering a little before finding her balance, one arm wrapped protectively around her bleeding midsection. Then a crooked grin that was part-grimace broke out on her face as she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"My, how the tables have turned," she taunted, though it came out in a shallow, weak rasp of air.

"H-How..." Villain breathed, eyes enormous as they watched Hero with sudden wariness.

Because I never reveal all my playing cards, the voice echoed in his head. It sounded like Hero's -- but her mouth hadn't moved.

My single biggest advantage is letting people underestimate me, the voice continued.

Fear -- genuine, raw fear pulsed through Villain's entire being when he tried to move -- but physically couldn't.

He swallowed hard, fighting to tamp down the rising panic and maintain any shred of composure.

"W-What are you doing... how are you doing this?" He snarled, finally snapping out of the shock.

Hero limped towards him until she was inches away, the icy blue depths of her eyes boring into his, full of righteous anger.

"Surprise... my superpower isn't limited to super strength." She grinned wolfishly at his confusion, the utterly bafflement on her enemy's face.

Funny, isn't it? It's almost like... you don't have control over yourself anymore.

Again, Hero's mouth didn't move.

Hero bent over and picked up Villain's own fallen dagger, pressing it into his hand and resting the tip against her chest without a glimmer of fear.

"Go ahead, give it your best shot," she purred. "All it takes is one little push to kill me... try it if you can."

Villain shuddered as those strange mental claws tightened on him.

He gripped his dagger hard, mustering every inch of willpower in him to end it, to finally kill his greatest enemy, be rid of the menace -- his hand trembled, but he couldn't bring the blade forward.

"Don't tell me you're too weak for murder," Hero mocked with a dramatic gasp.

Villain's brow furrowed, and he held the hilt tighter, pushing, yanking against those restraints shackling him in his own mind. The blade jerked forward an inch, but no more than that, and Hero let out a cold, heartless laugh, easily swatting the weapon out of Villain's hand before roughly grabbing his jaw hard enough to bruise, forcing him to look straight into her cruel eyes.

Villain let out a weak whimper, ashamed that the sound even slipped out. But he was injured, and in pain, confused, and so, so scared... fear was a new feeling for him. He was the most powerful villain in the entire city, strong enough to beat Hero on several different occasions -- but never had he been rendered so vulnerable, so useless before, like a puppet with strings, at the complete mercy of his enemy.

Hero carefully wrapped her other hand around his throat, and step by deliberate step, backed him up until he was pinned against the opposite wall. She applied the same pressure that Villain had put on her windpipe earlier, and Villain's chest started heaving as he struggled to keep drawing air. His eyes went huge with disbelief, he couldn't even fight, his arms weren't working right. None of him was, bound and chained by some invisible force.

Spots danced in his vision, and right when he thought he would pass out the pressure on his neck vanished, leaving him taking great gulping gasps of air.

Hero leaned in close, her head right next to his face.

"Doesn't feel very good, does it?" She hissed into his ear before pulling back.

Her fingers trailed down his chest, almost seductively, running over the shredded lines of his suit where long gashes had sliced through and ripped the leather. They stopped at his stomach, grazing over a particularly deep slash right below the ribs.

Villain shuddered with a wince, a low moan escaping him, and he cursed himself for it.

Hero stared at him, then dug her fingers viciously into the wound, never breaking eye contact, her expression deadpan and impassive.

Villain screamed in sheer agony and writhed, which was more like weakly twitching against the bonds holding him in one place.

Hero took her fingers out, and Villain was left trembling all over with pain, his injury throbbing. His head lolled forward, breathing harsh and ragged as he recovered.

"Huh, even agony can't let you break free," she murmured aloud, as though she were experimenting with Villain, testing the limits of her ability. It was dehumanizing, degrading, and flat-out terrifying to know that Hero could do whatever she wanted to him. Holding his life in her hands.

"S-Stop it... L-Let me go..." Villain croaked. He couldn't help the shakiness in his voice, and Hero's eyes lit up at hearing it. "S-Since when could you even do this?" He added.

"Since always," Hero answered flatly. "I just never show it. I don't use this power often, because it is unfathomably taxing on my body in ways you couldn't even imagine, but today... today I'm feeling violent." Her teeth bared into a feral grin, making Villain shiver uneasily.

"I haven't practiced using it much, so I'm curious to see what potential... motivations might be enough for your willpower and desperation to let you break free of my hold." She tilted her head to one side, a lethal predator in every slight movement. "I can break you in so many ways beneath the surface," she whispered dangerously.

"Let's see how strong your resolve is, hmm?" Hero's gaze dropped down where a dagger was, and she stomped on the hilt, skillfully flinging it up into her waiting hand.

Villain whimpered again anxiously, squirming and eyeing the bright metal, and she pressed the blade against his lips.

"Shhh... all you have to do is raise your left hand when the pain becomes too much, and I'll stop," she said mischievously. A deadly game for her, toying with her new victim like a plaything.

Hero leaned close again, her breath ghosting above Villain's carotid artery as she scraped her teeth lightly against his neck, teasing, violating his space.

She trailed the sharp edge of the blade down his bare arm, not breaking skin at first as she smiled coldly. Then she sliced it deep without warning, tearing a ragged wail from Villain as she started carving into his flesh over and over again while her enemy screamed his throat raw.

Villain tried desperately to push her away, to stop the excruciating agony, do something but stand there and take it... but he couldn't. He physically couldn't.

Tears of pure pain spilled out of his eyes and rolled down his cheeks, hiccupping sobs breaking up his breaths at the sheer intensity of it, every time the blade left a fresh mark of fire in his flesh.

He could feel the warm blood sliding down his arm to drip on the floor with every pounding heartbeat, endless suffering. It was worse when she switched from his arm to the sensitive skin of his abdomen, and he screamed and yelped and cried out as the metal bit his skin repeatedly. Hero showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

Eventually the screaming devolved to agonized moaning and pathetic whimpers as Villain lost strength, his throat burning fiercely in the aftermath of all his loud cries.

Now, listen closely...

That voice returned in his head, and his stomach churned with dread. He couldn't take any more torture. Any more pain. His whole body was blazing with it.

Take the knife from my hand, and put it against your throat...

Hero held the dagger in her hand invitingly, stained with Villain's own blood.

Villain moaned as his shaky hand automatically lifted to take the blade, then his body betrayed him by resting the sharp, cool metal right under his chin. He swallowed against it, throat bobbing fearfully.

Saw through your neck.

Villain's eyes widened with terror, hand trembling as he fought against the mental claws Hero had sunk into him. But it was no use. The blade started slicing through his skin, and Villain closed his eyes, another teak leaking out as he accepted his fate.

...Now stop. Villain's body instantly obeyed, stiffening in place.

Villain took a rattling breath, cautiously opening his watery eyes to gauge Hero's expression, which was dark and unreadable.

I want you to remember this moment, her voice hissed into his mind, remember that I held your life in my hands... that I could have killed you right now... and I want you to run away from here with that memory, and the scar on your neck will remind you of me every time you look in the mirror. Run, and never come back. If I EVER see your face again... I will not stop.

And suddenly, a rush of cold washed over Villain, an aching absence of a hollow void that opened up, and Villain collapsed on the ground, panting as he felt those vicious mental claws retreat, releasing him at last.

Hero stepped back, eyes narrowed. "You have ten seconds to remove yourself from my line of sight before I change my mind. Run, or die. Ten."

Villain peered dizzily up at her, his face pale with blood loss. "...You're bluffing," he wheezed in disbelief.

"That is a theory you're certainly welcome to test. Nine." Hero's face stayed harsh and cruel, and Villain lurched to his feet with a gasp, not willing to risk the chance she'd given him.

He stumbled into an awkward, adrenaline-powered run, limping heavily away as fast as he could while Hero's voice trailed after him.

"Eight... seven... six..."

She never got to five before Villain was out of sight, slipping away into a dark alley. Gone. Never seen or heard from again.

I appreciate any and all feedback from my peers! 😁 (and if anyone has any other Hero x Villain prompt ideas or things they'd like to see more of feel free to share them and I might write a story for it)

Masterlist

@scoundrelwithboba

[year-of-whump-tropes]

Here's the tentative list for the second month!

February: Intimate Whumper

Week 1: Manipulation

Day 1:

Gaslighting

Repeating something until they believe it

Day 2:

Blackmail

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Day 3:

Manipulation via drugging

What manipulative tactics do you wish you saw more in whump?

Day 4:

Controlling partner

"After all I've done for you?"

Day 5:

Guilt tripping

Do you prefer physical, chemical, or emotional restraints?

Day 6:

Trauma bonding

"We don't want that to happen, do we?"

Day 7:

Planting ideas

Victim blaming

Week 2: Yandere whumper

Day 1:

Keeping whumpee to themself

“What is wrong with you?”

Day 2:

Overly extravagant gifts

“Let’s go home, [pet name]”

Day 3:

Forced relationship

What’s your favorite kind of intimate whumper?

Day 4:

Anniversary

“All mine.”

Day 5:

Possessive behaviors

What’s the most fun method of control for a whumper to use?

Day 6:

Romantic date night

“I love you.”

Day 7:

Love potion

“This isn’t love.”

Week 3: Touch/physically affectionate whumper

Day 1:

Tracing the contours of whumpee's body

Switching between pain and gentleness

Day 2:

Hair touching

“Don’t touch me!”

Day 3:

Noncon kissing

What’s your favorite kind of relationship in whump?

Day 4:

Forcing reciprocation

“Please…”

Day 5:

Hickey

Do you like hurt or comfort more?

Day 6:

Holding whumpee in place

“Keep your hands to yourself.”

Day 7:

Forced cuddles

Lingering touch

Week 4: Creepy whumper

Day 1:

Admiring whumpee’s appearance

Roofie

Day 2:

Whumpee put on display

“Look how pretty you are.”

Day 3:

Controlling what whumpee wears

What are your favorite tropes?

Day 4:

Suggestive whumper

“I like you like this.”

Day 5:

Looks that make whumpee uncomfortable

What makes for the creepiest whumper?

Day 6:

Whumpee as entertainment at a party

“I’ll treat you right.”

Day 7:

Invasion of personal space

Feeling watched

[denimjacketgf]

honestly. honestly. its really hitting me how Fucking Diabolical it was to have those wellness sessions with miss casey and mark s. like. we have this man. hearing things about a version of himself he doesn't know. from the mouth of a woman who has no idea that she was married to that man, that these are facts a different version of herself knows without having to be told. that these are things they Shared in a life outside of here that neither of them can remember.

[khaoala]

GMM'S MEN KISSING MEN PODIUM - SILVER MEDAL NEO TRAI

Louis Thanawin, Fish Upon the Sky & The Eclipse (2021, 2022) Drake Sattabut, Only Friends (2023) Mark Pakin, Only Friends (2023) Force Jiratchapong, Only Friends (2023) Title Kirati, Only Friends (2023) Mond Tanutchai, Only Friends (2023)

(set only possible because of all the data gathered by @ranchthoughts who made a whole gmm kissing multiverse post)

[its-all-papaya]

there is something sooooo... potential... about the way that f1 drivers' accents (esp the native english speakers') all become so mish-mashed. like ollie bearman doesn't even sound british. lando's accent is notoriously confusing.... even charles sounds less french than his brothers. they're all incidentally incorporating parts of each other and their teams into themselves gradually over their whole lives until it becomes so noticeable. there is a thought here for me i just don't know what it is yet.

[gahdamnit]

sydcarmy intimacy in fics i would take in canon instead of a kiss (alternatively the sydcarmy love language):

having a proper honest and vulnerable heart to heart post the freezer

properly creating a menu together with balanced dishes between the two and fusions (source)

sharing a notebook filled with sydney's ideas and carmy's drawings (source)

carmy opening up to sydney about his struggles

sydney opening up to carmy about hers

resting their hand on top of the others

taking a minute to breath, resting their heads on each other (source)

carmy breaking down crying while sydney holds him (source)

sharing a meal together, sharing a spoon (source)

cooking a meal for the other

cleaning and wrapping a bandaid around the others cut (source)

cooking in a kitchen outside of the bear, moving together like a synchronized dance (source)

carmy driving sydney home

carmy gifting sydney with a scarf

going to the farmer's market together

going on food tours together

carmy being invited to the adamus house

carmy seeing sydney's childhood bedroom

sydney seeing carmy's desolate bedroom

sleeping over at each other's house after working on a menu together late into the night

watching a tv show on the couch together

[comma-tose]

Fiona being able to buy Rhys an arm casing is one of my favourite little things in Tales.

One arm casing costs as much as an entire outfit for her and she'll still buy it for him and he will immediately accept it.

Rhys' whole thing was that before the events of Tales he was completely loyal to Hyperion, and then obviously they turned on him after everything happened, but he still has the Hyperion arm on him. A mark that reminds him of his literal attachment to Hyperion, and Fiona can choose to help remove that from him, and he will happily accept it.

The original Hyperion arm even has the description saying that it's one of the best ways of showing your commitment to Hyperion, and so I like to think that by removing it and letting Fiona buy him a new one he's removing that commitment a bit more in his mind and aligning himself more with her (like with the trust Jack or trust Fiona moments).

I also really like the arm casings she can choose to buy him. Both the arms she can buy him are designed specifically to look good.

The first one is the black arm, "Cyberpunk'd" which does look great, and it matches his jacket with blue accents to match his shirt, quite literally having "Color Combination bonus!" as part of its description. So if she picks that one she's been thoughtful and tried to make it fit with the rest of his outfit and make it look good.

But my personal favourite is the red arm. The "Silver Centurion". And why is that one my favourite?

It's Atlas. Or at least designed to appear Atlas-like in design.

Given that Rhys eventually becomes the CEO of Atlas it seems most fitting for him, but I absolutely love that despite Atlas being a rival corporation to Hyperion, Rhys still immediately accepts it from Fiona. That's a middle finger to Hyperion if I've ever seen one (Red is also Fiona's signature colour which fuels the Rhyiona thoughts for me a little bit more✨).

My personal headcanon is that every time Rhys looks at his Atlas arm in Borderlands 3 he thinks of Fiona buying him the one in Tales and he's reminded of her. After all, Rhys WILL remember that.

...also with both of the arms being described as "head turning" or "attractive" Fiona definitely has an agenda 👀

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Traitors & Lovers (Hero & Villain) part 15

Warnings: some serious emotional whump/rejection, loads of hate (villain hating hero), severe injuries, semi crippled villain? Hero cornering villain, forced confrontation, mild degrading humiliation

OH MY GOSH I JUST CHECKED AND THIS SERIES ALREADY HAS OVER 16,592 WORDS WHAAAAAAAT

His hair was messy from sleep, and he looked... adorable, really, if Villain didn't know what lay beneath the charming, handsome exterior. A rotten core hidden by practiced charisma.

"I did," Villain snapped, stomping up to him to push past and storm back to her bedroom. She aimed to walk through the gap Hero left on one side, but Hero pushed upright off the doorframe, blocking her path.

Villain bristled. She didn't like being cornered like this.

"You're lying," Hero casually pointed out. "Your left eyebrow twitches when you lie. You didn't find what you wanted, and now you're pissed I'm standing in the way of you retaining your pride and dignity by pretending you have yourself pulled together. I see you haven't outgrown your stubbornness -- you could easily ask me for help, but you won't. Is it really worth it?"

"Yes I'm pissed at you -- That should be your cue to move," Villain snarled, unnerved by how easy she was for Hero to read. She tried to shove past him, expecting him to finally back off and let her pass. But to her surprise, Hero lightly shoved her backwards with a single hand to the shoulder, maintaining his position.

That simple touch made Villain flinch violently and sent her staggering back with a choked cry of pain she couldn't keep from slipping out. Was Hero always this strong, or was she really just that weak, that even the lightest shove would nearly knock her over?

Hero's expression instantly darkened. "That bad, huh?" He asked, but his voice lacked any hint of mockery.

"It's none of your business," Villain barked. "Back off and leave me alone."

"You are a guest in my house. You don't get to order me around -- you hold no power here. And telling someone to 'back off' in their own house is rude, don't you think?"

"I'm not a guest -- I'm a prisoner here!" Villain snapped. "Why do you even want to keep me alive so badly? Why go to all the headache of saving me?? I don't serve a purpose to you anymore -- I have no more information to give, so if that's your end goal you might as well kill me now. I haven't known anything valuable ever since I ran away -- I can't be a pawn for you any longer."

Hero had the gall to look shocked by what she'd said.

"I would never kill you!" He blurted defensively. "Where did that idea come from?"

Villain narrowed her eyes hatefully. "You intentionally got close to me to get information to feed to Agency. You used me. And you know what happens when tools break?" She bared her teeth menacingly. "They get disposed of, and you get a new one. I'm not useful to you anymore -- so why haven't you gotten rid of me yet? Did you not know I have no information left to offer? Hmm? What's your motive?"

Hero's eyes were wide and hurt, and he took a step forward into the bathroom.

Villain flinched hard in response, flattening against the far wall.

"That... That's close enough," she whispered, her voice suddenly small and scared before she remembered to act confident again. But the illusion was already ruined – Villain's bravado was fake. Yes, she was pissed at Hero, but she was also terrified. She didn't know why though – maybe it was a fear of finding out that Hero had loved her, and chose to betray her anyway. Or maybe it was a fear of learning that Hero still loved her even now, that would complicate things.

Or… maybe it was the possibility that she still loved him, somewhere past the many layers of hate and hurt, that frightened her most. Because what would that mean, then? That Villain was loyal to a traitor who could turn on her once again in the future?

"Is it so hard to believe that I care enough about you not to want you dead, with no ulterior motives?" Hero groaned.

"Yes! IT IS!" Villain snarked. "You betrayed me once already -- why would you care about doing it a second time?

"Maybe it's because I want redemption," Hero huffed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Or maybe it's because I came to care about you far more than I thought I would, and only realized what I had lost and given up when I betrayed you."

Villain blinked dumbly at him. She hadn't expected the honest confession. She searched Hero's face for a lie, for what she wanted to see -- deceit, manipulation, anything -- but he seemed genuine. And she wasn't sure how to feel about that.

"This doesn't change anything between us," she croaked.

"I know," Hero whispered, averting his eyes. "I just... wanted you to know that."

"I will never forgive you for what you did to me."

"I don't expect you to. And I know I don't deserve it anyway.” Hero awkwardly cleared his throat, then slowly reached into his pocket, and Villain tracked the movement like a hawk, standing stiff and rigid pressed against the wall. She half expected him to pull out a syringe with the necessary drugs to knock her out again, but he pulled out a small orange bottle instead, rattling the contents around as he showed it to her.

“I'm assuming this is what you were looking for?” He chuckled far-too-smugly, switching the topic along with the mood.

Ah. Pain pills. So that's where they'd gone.

Villain gave a single shallow nod, eyeing him warily.

"Can you ask me nicely for them, then?" Hero raised an eyebrow expectantly.

Villain scoffed, rolling her eyes. Playing games now? Seriously?

She stalked toward him with limping steps, snapping her fingers demandingly and holding out her hand.

"Give it to me," she growled, voice absolutely dripping with venom. She made a grab for the bottle, but Hero lifted it out of her reach.

"Nicely," he emphasized, and Villain's face reddened with humiliation. She didn't want to give in to Hero's demand, but... the pain was becoming unbearable.

"Please," she forced out through gritted teeth, shuddering in disgust.

Hero smirked, and placed the bottle of pills in her waiting palm. If she had the strength, she'd punch him square in the teeth right now to wipe that look from his face.

Villain uncapped it and swallowed two little blue pills dry, angrily slamming the bottle onto the bathroom counter when she was done before shoving past Hero -- and this time he let her.

"Do you need help walking back to your room?" He called after her, oh-so-helpfully.

Villain aggressively gave him the finger and kept on hobbling down the hall. She knew Hero trailed her to make sure she didn't collapse on the way, but she was determined not to rely on him, so she forced herself to walk step by step until she'd reached her bed again, even though it would have taken half as long if she'd let Hero help.

She smiled at that small victory as she crumpled onto the mattress, dragging herself over to lay her head on the pillow. Today had taken everything out of her. But at least the painkillers were finally starting to kick in, taking the edge off her suffering, and sleep followed not long after.

⏪️ Back Next ⏩️

Masterlist

@scoundrelwithboba @lumpofsand @isikedmyself878 @iamheretohurt @fleur-a-whump

@ay5ksal @otterfrost @sausages-things @togzy

@whump-till-ya-jump @cravesunconditionallove @whumpwritinglover222 @written-in-the-stars135 @neverthelass

@starz8nk @redwinesupanover @whumpisgoodwhumpislife @theforeverdyingperson @whatwhump

@writing-with-olive @and-we-shake-the-iron-hand @art3m1zz @enigmawriteswhump

[dresden-syndrome]

Possessive whumper!!! Where someone else comes and DARES to touch THEIR whumpee?? Inexcusable

Whumping in EESU: Possessive whumper

Whumper receives their newly designated whumpee from detention. They don't allow anyone to deliver them; they take the properly restrained and branded whumpee into their car and bring them into their home/office, whispering "You're only mine now..."

Whumper deeply hurt by the fact they can't take their favorite, precious, beloved class 1/2/3 whumpee to themselves.

Whumper, a high rank EESU government official, is obsessed with someone they met. As their obsession grows, they plan an investigation, collect evidence, use State Security spies and finally order them to be arrested for a class 4 offence. Delighted to see them in a detention cell, they make a designation request.

Whumper calling all their subordinates in the building and showing their whumpee, warning everyone not to touch them.

Whumper threatening their colleague for coming too close to their beloved pet.

Whumper punishing their whumpee for coming too close to someone else.

Whumper making their pet hug them, kiss them or sit on their lap.

Whumper secretly making orders to buy clothes or stuff from the West because they just want their whumpee to look as pretty as they can.

Whumper in a position of civilian authority - a boss, a collective farm chairman, a local Party committee worker - threatening to report on their whumpee to State Security and get them arrested if they won't stay close to them.

Whumper making their new pet a room in their facility - a small, lovely, comfortable room with little bars on windows and lock on the door; they're the only one allowed to enter.

Whumper always carrying a few restraints to tie up and punish their beautiful defiant pet on their own.

Whumper refusing to give their sick pet up to the local lab for treatment and having to take care of them by themselves.

Whumper giving their pet to the lab and staying with them for the whole time: watching every medical procedure they have to endure, holding them every time the doctors are about to do something painful, sleeping in their little room.

Whumper talking to their comrades about their new pet, telling how beautiful they are, describing them in an absolutely dehumanizing way. (Bonus points if the whumpee is here, hearing their owner's every word, not allowed to say anything).

Despite it's explicitly stated that class 4 offenders cannot be reeducated or rehabilitated, whumper always tries to make their "property" to become as loyal and ideologically passionate as they can; after all, their pretty little pet needs to be perfect, and for them loyalty to the EESU regime is the best kind of perfection.

Whumper forcing their whumpee attend all their meetings and celebrations. If the meeting is too public to bring a class 4 subject in, or the place doesn't allow that, they lock the poor whumpee up alone in a cell.

Whumper leaving a mark on their whumpee's body - a tattoo, a scar, a touch of a melting iron rod. An ID tag on their ear shows the whumpee belongs to the state; a whumper's mark, however, shows they belong to them.

After a propaganda movie session for everyone ends, another one begins - just for the whumper and their whumpee together.

Whumpee has finally escaped from EESU. Too bad a person who organized their escape now controls their every move and convinces them they'll be caught and returned if they run away.

[Masterpost link]

[whump-world]

NSFWHUMPTOBER 2023

RULES

tag me. it's @whump-world. if you don't tag me, i won't be able to find your pieces. (then all my followers who are largely okay with nsfwhump won't be able to find your blog either!)

2. it can be as nsfw as you like. i will reblog all of it.

3. use this hash tags #nsfwhumptober2023

4. the prompts are just guidelines. take as much creative liberty as you need. the dialogue can be edited. the word prompts are for additional inspiration.

5. write out all the warnings at the start of your piece.

6. any kind of media is okay as long as it's on Tumblr. so art, writing, gifs, etc is a-okay.

7. reblog this if you're participating

PROMPTS

day 1: anything you like!!

day 3: "get on the table"

exhibitionism | punishment | humiliation

day 5: "were the pillows soft?"

noncon drugging | denial | creepy whumper

day 7: "love me. that's all i'm asking"

pet names | possessive whumper | defiant whumpee

day 9: "you don't understand how ravishing you look"

clothes | higher social status whumpee | restrained

day 11: "Shh.. unless you want it to hurt"

wax play | in public | pain

day 13: "smile at the camera, love"

anonymous whumper | voyeurism | stalker

day 15: "i'll do anything." "anything?"

sensory deprivation | mind break | isolation

day 17: "who- who is that?"

multiple whumpers | blinded whumpee | trafficking

day 19: "you only have one purpose"

toys | cockwarming | dehumanization

day 21: "the begging, the tears, gosh, the show you put on."

captivity | gaslighting | terror

day 23: "can i touch you here?"

weapons | noncon touch | bargaining

day 25: "you're tired, huh. sure, sitting there must be oh so tiring."

exhaustion | dubcon | somnophilia

day 27: "who do you want first?"

multiple whumpees | mind games | pet whump

day 29: "you can't go out like that. people already think you're a whore. no need to prove them right."

control | relationship whump | embarrassment

day 31: "why are you crying? you deserve worse."

villain whumpee | bondage | loss of power

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Black Female Anime & Manga Characters Masterlist

Alex Benedetto Gangsta | Alice Virtue's Last Reward | Allura Voltron Legendary Defender | Annette Castlevania Nocturne | Anthy Himemiya Revolutionary Girl Utena | April Darker Than Black | Atsuko Jackson Michiko to Hatchin

Canary Hunter x Huntr| Carole Stanley Carole & Tuesday | Claudia Grant Robotech | Coffee Cowboy Bebop |

Dorothy Great Pretender | Drolta Tzuentes Castlevania Nocturne

Felicia Darkstalkers | Franceska Mila Rose Bleach

Iris Pokemon

Janet Dragon Ball Superhero

Karako Koshio Deadman Wonderland | Karui Akimichi Naruto Narotu Noruto Narotu? (Note to Self, Check Name Later)

Lashiti Dimension W | Lenora Pokemon

Michiko Malandro Michiko to Hatchin | Miku ??? | Mira Nygus Soul Eater| Miyuki Ayukawa Basquash | Morrigan Darkstalkers

Nadia Nadia: The Secret of Blue Water | Nessa Pokemon |

Ogin Afro Samurai | Olivia Pokemon

Radiant Ocoho | Rhonda Vega Children of Ether | Ryme Pokemon

S.A.M. Cannon Busters | Shinobu Jacobs No More Heroes | Sister Krone The Promised Neverland | Sowande Sakaki Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!

Yoruichi Shihōin Bleach

Anime Tag | Black Anime Characters | Anime Fanart | Anime Art | Anime Style These tags are a little unkempt. I will admit to having a blindspot with most anime.

Note: Sometimes, I am confused whether something is a video game or an anime, and sometimes they are both, but sometimes, I have them tagged as the wrong one. So, if there's a character on the blog that might be an anime character that I have tagged as a videogame character instead, I may or may not switch them over from the Video Game Character Masterlist, if someone lets me know who's misplaced.

[sidereous]

Wizard towers need to be more fucked up. What if they were alive on some level? Sure you get more power being bound to it but what does it get from you? Do you know? Do you care? How long before you just become an appendage to the structure?