#intimate whump

[cryboycries]

you liked me.

[the-bloody-sadist]

HC that Aventurine always feels guilty after having 👉👌 with Ratio and demands they play Russian roulette

Full on twt and bluesky!

[whumpologyy]

Amidst the screams and terror, there is a pause. Whumper looks down at their bloodied, breathless Whumpee with an unreadable expression.

“That was a lot to handle, wasn’t it?”

Whumpee is panting, entire body trembling, and doesn’t answer.

“Would you like me to stop now?”

“Y-yes,” Whumpee says through gritted teeth. “I - I can’t - please just stop.”

“Mmm.” Whumper gazes down at Whumpee almost fondly and brushes sweat-drenched hair off their victim’s forehead before returning to their tools. “Not a chance.”

[evil-by-noon]

It's not my fault I just thinks it's really cool and hot when a villain absolutely fucking demolishes a hero's physical body, self esteem, mental health, and general ability to function ever and then says smth super victim-blamey and then keeps them locked up in their house until they get inevitably rescued. And then after the hero gets better a little then they get kidnapped again or otherwise re-stuck with the villain and retraumatized. It's so #relatable or smth idk

Also collars

[whump-in-the-closet]

“For fuck’s sake, let me go!” As far as demands went, this was one of Whumpee’s weakest. They were getting tired. Murderous still, but tired in a way that made their bones ache.

“And get killed for my efforts? No, I like you tied up and kneeling.” Whumper reclined in the living room chair and with one finger, tilted Whumpee’s chin upwards.

The fire snapped brightly, reflected in Whumpee’s red-rimmed eyes. The flickering, laughing shadows mocked the bruises and the lines in their face.

God, they were tired.

Whumpee twisted, everything in knots. Everything wrong. From the carpet they knelt on to the chains around their wrist and Whumpers hand at their bruised throat. Wrong.

All wrong.

“You’re a sick bastard.”

[dedic4ted]

I think I'll never be done over intimate whump like I'm not even thinking of s*x, just that knife lightly brushing along the neck, threatening words being whispered and close to the ear, just them being held close ughhhhhhhhh

[thatwhumpblogoverthere]

The sudden intimacy of whumper and whumpee, when whumper shoves the dagger into whumpee’s side, their eyes alight with pure enjoyment. They take in every line of whumpee’s face. Their breath mingling with whumpee’s suddenly stuttered breath. Lips close to lips. Whumpee’s tears streaming down their dirty cheeks. “I warned you.” Whumper whispered, almost sadly. Almost convincingly. If whumpee hadn’t known what they truly were like, they may have fallen into the lie. Into the fake kindness. “You don’t understand yet, do you? You are no longer a person. You are my item. My toy. My experiment. You aren’t going to talk me out of it or beg for it to end. This is final.” Whumper watched the fire flare in whumpee’s eyes, watched the fear and pain war with the rage and the determination. Watching it made whumper’s heart flutter. “You won’t ma-make me.” Whumpee hissed and the dagger twisted, hard, whumper putting all of their weight behind it. All of that rage and need to control behind the movement. Whumpee saw white. And the pain that shocked them made their entire form jerk. They cried out and it was choked, like some dying animal’s cry. Whumper leaned in, their lips pressing to the side of whumpee’s head as they struggled to get their sobs under control. “Now stop fighting me, Toy. And maybe I’ll play a bit nicer. Hm?”

[iwritewhump]

scar reveal | "don't let them her in"

april is the cruelest month day 23

characters: hero, villain, supervillain

warnings: captive whumpee, drugged whumpee, cursing, non-con touch, forced touching, implied non-con

a/n: this is one of the most non-con heavy things i've posted, so i really hope i've given all the right warnings. please be safe and if someone wants something else tagged in the future, let me know!

1822 words

part one | part two | part three

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Villain picks at his cuticle, pulling it until it snaps and bleeds. He curses softly and holds his finger up to his mouth, trying to stop the bleeding. 

He stares at the unlocked door and glares at the handle, then at the chain wrapped and locked around the base of the toilet. Hero’s idea of a sick joke. 

He scoots close to the lock and holds it in his hand, it’s lighter than it looks and if whatever Hero had drugged him with wasn’t still in his system, he could bust it open. 

He drops the lock and lays back, head on the white tile of the bathroom floor. God, if he could actually focus on something longer than a few seconds, he would be disgusted. 

Then the handle jiggles. 

Villain forces himself to lift his head, just enough to make sure he didn’t imagine it. 

The knob twists and the door pushes open, Villain’s head falls back onto the tile and he screws his eyes shut. 

Hero’s overpowering perfume fills the room and Villain’s stomach drops. He opens his mouth, just enough to breathe through it, but Hero notices. 

“You’re awake!” She cheers, pushing the door the rest of the way open. “Oh, I was worried for a minute, you weren’t supposed to be out that long. I must’ve given you too much.” 

He blinks a few times and tilts his head to look at her. She takes a step into the bathroom and kneels down in front of Villain, a small smile on her face. 

“I think Supervillain is trying to fuck me over.” She says, sliding her arms under his and pulling him up. She props him up against the wall and then pulls a key out from her pocket. “I gave her one job…” she inserts the key into the lock and turns it. “And she doesn’t want to do it. Do you think she’ll do it? I mean…it’s your life at risk.” 

She raises her arm and drops the key on the counter. She sighs and pushes herself up and shrugs, “I guess we’ll find out. There’s not a countdown or anything, no need to look so worried. But until she does her job…” she pauses and unwraps the chain, then pulls Villain to his feet. “Until she does her job, I get to keep you.” 

She leads him out of the bathroom and back down the hall into her bedroom. She closes her door behind them and giggles softly. 

She drops the chain on the ground and smiles teasingly. “How should we pass the time? I cancelled my meetings this afternoon, I figured it would be good for us to spend some time together. You’ve been such a good guest, washing dishes, cooking breakfast. It’s time to pay you back for it.” 

Villain swallows thickly and looks at the ground as she pulls her shirt over her head and drops it onto the floor next to her. 

“Come on,” she says, taking a step closer to him and ducking her head to catch his eye. She smiles coyly and chuckles. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” 

She tugs at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it free from under the cuff and then her hand slides under his shirt. 

The corner of her mouth turns up in a smile and she nods, “Wasn’t expecting abs, you look so scrawny.” 

Villain screws his eyes shut as her hand glides over his torso, fingers trailing over healed scars and marks in his skin. 

Her other hand pulls his shirt up and she gasps, “How’d you get all of those?” 

Villain pushes her hands away and tugs his shirt back down. His chin trembles and he tries to control his breathing. 

Hero swats at his hand and grabs his wrists with one hand. The other lifts the shirt well above his chest and tilts her head. 

She taps her finger on the small dots of scars on his chest and looks at him, “How’d you get these ones?” 

Villain doesn’t react, he stares at the ground and ignores Hero’s nails digging into his wrists. 

“Fine,” she snaps, dropping his shirt. She opens the top drawer to one of her dressers and digs around. “Don’t answer me.” 

Villain looks in the drawer, shocked to find just about everything but clothes. Packages of wall hooks, tape rolls, sticky notes, pens, and so many more things fill the drawer. But Hero’s eyes light up when her fingers catch on a pair of scissors. 

She pulls them out of the drawer and tucks the bottom blade under his shirt. 

“If you’re not going to work with me then I’ll have to do it myself.” she says, making quick work of the shirt. 

Once she cuts through the collar, she lets go of his wrists and pulls it off of his shoulders, letting it fall on the ground behind him. Tears well in Villain’s eyes, they roll down his cheeks and he chews on his lip to keep the sobs in his throat from emerging. 

“Please stop,” Villain whispers, voice trembling. He looks up at the ceiling as Hero starts to wiggle out of her pants, pulling them down to her ankles and stepping out of them. 

She kicks them to the side and takes Villain’s hand in hers. She holds his hand over her bra and his hands begin to shake. 

“I don’t…” he says, screwing his eyes shut. “Stop.” 

She guides his hand down her stomach and presses against him. 

Her phone rings. 

Hero pulls away from him, still holding onto his hand and answers the call, “Hello?” 

She pauses, tilting her head as the person on the other line talks. Then, her face lights up and she smiles, “Oh good! I’ll put you on speaker and you can talk to Villain. Send me the video and he’s all yours.” 

“Villain?” Supervillain’s voice is wary. “Are you alright?” 

Villain makes a sound that’s almost a laugh, but sounds more like a sob and he pulls his hand out of Hero’s grip. He wraps his arms protectively in front of himself and inhales shakily. Hero rolls her eyes and holds an arm across her chest, using it to prop up the hand holding her phone. 

“Villain?” 

“Yeah,” he sniffles. “Yeah, I’m…I’m okay.” he swallows thickly and wipes his chin on his shoulder, wiping away the tears that had fallen down his cheek. “Hurry up.” 

“I am, honey. Don’t worry.” There's a short pause and Hero’s phone buzzes. “Hero, I just sent the video, where is he?” 

“One second,” Hero says, rolling her eyes performatively to Villain. She mouths something to him and clicks on the text. “Oh, okay,” she says, watching the screen as Supervillain sets the computer on fire. “Yeah, no, that’ll do it. I’ll send you the address, no hurry, we’re about to have some fun. The front door’s unlocked, come find us in the bedroom.” 

“Villain?” Supervillain asks. 

He looks up at the ceiling and sniffs. “Yeah?” 

“Hang on, alright?” she exhales shakily and there’s a pause, “I’m on my way, I’ll be ther-”

Hero hangs up and drops the phone on the dresser. She smiles and takes a step closer to Villain, “Where were we?” 

Villain tenses, fighting to stop her pulling his hand back to her stomach. She’s stronger than him, especially with three days of half-eaten meals and who knows how many hours of being passed out in the bathroom, drugs still coursing through him. 

She pulls his arm away from his chest and wraps it around her waist and pressing against Villain. She lays her head on his chest and sighs heavily, hand still around his wrist. 

For a few minutes they stand like that, her slowly pulling his other hand from in front of his chest and wrapping it around her, head on his chest. 

“This isn’t so bad, is it?” She asks in a whisper. 

Villain trembles, tears rolling down his cheeks as he struggles to keep control of his breathing. He can’t go more than a few seconds without having to swallow the blood from his lip. 

Hero looks up at him and wraps her arms around him, “Villain?” 

He blinks vacantly and tilts his head down to look at her, “What?” 

“You’re not listening to me!” She accuses, turning her face against his chest and taking a deep breath. 

She pauses and presses against him, then pulls away, just enough to lean against Villain’s interlocked arms behind her back. She closes her eyes and peace falls over her face. Villain hears the front door open and he allows himself a small sigh of relief. 

Supervillain’s voice comes faintly through the door, frantic. “Villain!” 

Urgency sparks in Hero’s face and she reaches her hand over to the door handle and locks it. 

“Villain, I don’t know where the fucking bedroom is!” Supervillain shouts, desperation clear in her voice. 

Hero’s jaw sets and she unwraps Villains arms from around her. Villain stares at the locked door, ignoring Hero’s hands on him, her heavy breath on his skin is harder to brush off. 

“Villain!” She’s closer, doors just outside the bedroom are being shoved open and then slammed shut before another opens. “Villain, I'm almost there!” 

The handle shakes and Villain snaps back to reality. 

Hero freezes and watches Villain’s hand move from sitting idly at his side to the door knob. He takes one of her hands in his and hovers her thumb over the fingerprint scanner. 

“Wait,” Hero whispers, looking up at him and batting her eyelashes. “Don’t let her in, the fun is just starting.” 

“Villain!” her voice on the other side of the door gives him one last push and he presses her thumb against the scanner. 

The door beeps and Villain blinks vacantly, watching as the handle turns and Supervillain rushes into the room. 

She pulls Hero to her feet by her hair and tosses her nearly half-way across the room, knocking her unconscious, then she puts herself between the two of them. 

“Villain, honey, are you alright?” She asks, putting her hands on his shoulders. 

He looks past her, shaking. 

She forces herself to take a deep breath, “Villain, it’s time to go home.” 

She lets go of his shoulders and takes her jacket off, wrapping it around him. Before she zips it, she picks the lock around his waist and kneels in front of him. 

With a tenderness neither of them knew she had, she pulls Villain’s waistband back up and rolls back on her heels before making quick work of the locks on his ankles. She stands up and kicks the chains behind her, then zips the jacket. 

“Honey, it’s time to go home,” she tucks an arm under his and slides it around to his waist, then pulls him alongside her out of the room. “Come on,” she urges, looking at his feet shuffling along the ground.

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part five

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[comfy-whumpee]

If your whumpee is clingy and trained to give physical affection, make sure they have a caretaker or fellow whumpee who finds that uncomfortable and unnerving!

If they put themselves low down or kneel, or call themselves derogatory names, at least some people will find that offputting!

If they offer slavish devotion, that can be unsettling! Disturbing and pressuring! Unfair and destabilising!

Let your whumpees be creepy to outsiders!

[copper-caster]

Thinking about Shockblurr whump

Nothing specific atm but id love to hear ppl's ideas

Something to do with spark bonding could be fun

I need to post about the interface as a standard procedure for data transfer between spies & their handlers concept i was rotating in my mind a while ago because that was ripe for Shockblurr angst

[evil-by-noon]

Evil despicable Whumper who used metal handcuffs to restrict and oppress Whumpee versus Kind and benevolent Carewhumper who uses leather straps to restrain and protect Whumpee from themself

(this post was brought to you by Carewhumper)

[starrystorymaker]

Temptation, Detective?

This is an au for a set of characters I have, in which one is a murderer and one is a detective. Our murderer, neverland, insists that the detective, crimson, has the same lust for blood that he does, and is intent on proving it.

(neverland technically belongs to @thedrawingwolfie )

cw: intimate stabbing

He wrapped his other hand around the back of her neck, pulling her into a kiss in one, swift motion. In that same breath, he’d pushed himself onto the knife between the two of them. She could feel the tension in the hilt in the palm of her hand, the way it managed to cut through layers of skin without effort.

Her protest was muffled by his lips against hers, his own groan of pain drowning hers out. With effort, she tried to push him away, to pry the knife out of him. In response, he only held onto her tighter, dragging her further into him.

It was only then that she realized she’d leaned into the kiss herself, returning it even as she tried to push him away. Slowly, her free hand moved to pull him in closer instead, lingering in the moment.

She could feel the way he shuddered against her with every breath, every hitch as the knife in her hand shifted.

After another prolonged moment, she pulled the knife out of him with a firm hand, letting it clatter to the ground between them. God, did she revel in the way he gasped in pain at that, or was it the adrenaline surging through her veins?

She put her hand against his wound, intent on healing it. The way blood seeped through her fingers as she did was similar to that of ringing out a washcloth. No, that couldn’t have been right. Comparing this to something cleansing wasn’t right.

She took a deep breath and summoned aether to her palm, letting the magic bloom between his skin and hers. It worked quickly, knitting him back together.

She felt him practically go limp against her as the magic worked, another shuddering breath wracking his body as it did.

He, finally, met her eyes again, his own half-lidded as he spoke, still recovering from having a knife dug into his gut. “I see you, detective.” He murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

She shook her head softly, her mouth forming the words to say no, that wasn’t true, but they never came.

[poewritesgayshit]

☾⋆⁺﹐i saw a dead rat | fyodor/sigma ﹐📔

words: 2k

summary:

Sigma gets shot twice while trying to break up a gunfight. Exhausted and in pain, he decides to tend to his own wounds. However, he didn't expect Fyodor to be waiting on him.

content warnings:

drugging in conjunction with dubcon/noncon

wound abuse/improper wound care/fingers and tongues where they shouldn't be

whumpee sigma and creepy whumper fyodor

ao3 link below!

[ccieatchildren]

“How beautiful you are when you lie, I’m certain even Lucifer himself is jealous of your prevarications.”

[the-bloody-sadist]

Mori’s playing with sharp objects ✂️💉(full ver on Patreon)

[whumpitisthen]

I am not really big on intimate whumpers but I can make an exception if they’re hot enough ( vampires are always hot enough)

Vampires are always hot enough

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