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I’ve just finished the sunshine court on your recommendation, and oh my GOD it hits perfectly. My exact brand of whump. As a writer (still too shy to post whump yet), it made me feel a lot better about the things I find myself wanting to write. I was like, oh this writer had so much Fun with this story, which is what I want to do with whump too! Give me good men who have gone/are currently going Through It, and give me all of their friends helping them heal! Thanks for recommending it.
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!!! did you read the original trilogy or jump right into TSC? If you jumped right in, I have to know how you fared! (and also highly encourage you to go back and read the original series, while not quite as whumpy or well-written as TSC, they are LOVELY and contain way above average levels of whump). the author definitely is a fellow whump lover and it shows, im so thrilled she's writing again.
#the sunshine court#the foxhole court#aftg#whump#whumpy book recommendations#to everyone who's dm'ed me or sent an ask about these#know that i've been in the absolute throes of a reread and am so happy to have people to talk to about it :D#anonymous
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Can I please ask for 6, 7 and 13?
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from this ask game
6. What are the traits of your ideal whumpee?
I like my whumpees to be 'good' people (I know there's some discourse surrounding this BUT I like an innocent kind gentle soul of a whumpee). That's my main prerequisite. They can have vices and 'bad' traits, but I need them to be sweet kind boys at their core.
7. What are the traits of your ideal whumper?
I tend to prefer them to be layered, and not mustache-twirling villains (although I fuck with a mustache twirler here and there, Kylie is one of the 'pure' villains that doesn't really have a human side she just kind of exists to make Leo suffer), I like to understand their motivations and what drives them to be the way they are/understand how they became the way they are/see them as human, even if the evil kind.
13. Have you ever felt insecure because you enjoy whump? How did you overcome that insecurity?
Yes! Answered this earlier but, like okay... sometimes people close to me will tease me (good naturedly), but they don't fully get what whump is to me or what elements of whump I like, and that's when I get to feeling the most weird about it. I'm trying to think of a specific example where my best friend saw something IRL that I wouldn't consider whump, and I do consider gross, and he was like 'that's whump' or something, and I felt poorly understood and like he thought I was a bad person who liked something I shouldn't like? It's stuff like that, where I get feeling insecure, but ultimately I can't do anything about my love of whump and I don't necessarily want to, either.
Second to that, I believe with my WHOLE heart, that a LARGE portion of the population likes whump they just don't admit it and/or realize it (or they're afraid of it). I don't think liking whump is all that abnormal at all, so I think that helps sometimes.
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1, 2, 17
from this ask game
What are your favorite whump tropes?
noncon, med whump, noncon drugging, medical restraints, whipping, relief after prolonged suffering, lab/experiment whump, dehumanization (whumper wearing gloves and talking about the whumpee like they're not right there kind of dehumanization, not so much turning whumpee into dog dehumanization), forced to watch, tube feeding/intubation/etc (loss of autonomy over basic bodily functions).
2. Do you prefer illness whump or injury whump?
It's like choosing between my children. Gun to my head, I'll say injury whump, but I fucking love both (I LOVE sickfic and caretaking sick whumpees) and if you can fenangle a world where they happen simultaneously, it is a world I want to live in.
17. When was the last time you got the whumperflies?
my head/imagination is a constant source of whumperflies, during waking hours I'd say at least 70% of the time I'm thinking about characters in generally whumpy scenarios. Doing this AFTG reread one of the guys just got absolutely wrecked and while his scene didn't give me 'whumperflies' thinking about the scenes that happened after that weren't on page did.
Truly though I think being so deep in the tumblr whump community has made it hard for me to parse apart things that I used to easily be able to identify, like what hits the spot for me for whump in media. Maybe reading the sunshine court last week, but even still, it's usually in my imagination, the scenes that I expand upon, that hit perfectly on my brand of whump.
#whump asks#thank you!!#my awareness of the fact that i previously definitely did this ask game continues to grow
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13, 16 and 20 for the whump blog ask game please.
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from this ask game
13. Have you ever felt insecure because you enjoy whump? How did you overcome that insecurity
I used to keep it fairly locked up, but over the last like 10 or so years have been more open about my appreciation for the art of hurt/comfort with people I'm close with. The only times I feel insecure about it are when my close friends or family tease me, especially those who don't share the appreciation for it that I have. One of my best friends will sometimes pick on me for it, or like... okay, so I saw the outsiders on the broadway a couple weeks back for the first time and my sister was like, 'i knew as soon as the rumble happened you'd be back to this show 100 times,' and while not untrue, sometimes getting teased like that makes me feel a bit insecure, but I also was blessed with social anxiety (stars emoji) so I kind of chalk it up to a combo of those things. I don't know that I do overcome the insecurity, I SIMPLY CANNOT CONTROL MY LOVE OF THE WHUMP GENRE. Also sometimes when I write something particularly graphic or my page is trending heavily in like the uber dark shit, I get a little in my head.
16. Do you have any whump media recommendations (whump blogs, books, movies, etc.)?
Yes! Throughout the blog I've gone through some of my top recommendations, but here are a few of them:
books: all for the game, captive prince, a little life
movies: life like, good boy, the island
tv shows: teen wolf, roswell (old series, not new), buffy
plays/musicals: the inheritance, the outsiders
20. How are you doing today, buddy?
cannot complain at all! it was my last day of work and i'm off through the end of next week because tomorrow i go to europe and i am EXCITED. so sleepy though :)
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I just finished The Raven King 😭😭😭 and I am having so! Many! Emotions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m doing my thorough reread and am just shy of finished with the Raven King and am so fucking wrecked at thanksgiving I had to put it down for a few hours 🥹🥹 MY FUCKING SONS.
Someone else told me yesterday they also just finished the raven king- there’s a whole book club happening on here :D we must debrief soon 😿😿
#aftg#aftg reread#the raven king#whumpy book recommendations#i answered this from my phone and went heavy on the emojis#its
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hello!! may I ask 4 and 10?
from this ask game
4. Do you prefer physical whump or emotional/psychological whump?
physical whump foorrr sure but paired with emotional whump is ideal <3 like if you give me a choice of watching something that is all physical whump or all emotional whump, i'll handily choose the one with physical whump every time, although ideally they are paired together.
10. When did you first realize you were into whump?
i'm one of the as-long-as-i-can-remember girlies. my earliest memories of media i enjoyed were whumpy, and i remember specifically most enjoying the whumpy scenes. there was this movie called flash gordon that i remember watching in the 90s where there was a scene with a princess getting whipped and i seem recall watching that scene many a'time, in addition to the standard aladdin, beauty and the beast, and other whumpy kids' movie scenes on repeat.
i didn't discover "whump" as a concept until 2016, although i started noticing that hurt/comfort being well-beloved by the people en masse in the early 2010s - i found whump through the aar0n tv3it fandom, because i was making exclusively whumpy tv3it gifs and a bunch of whump blogs reblogged one in particular, which drew my attention to the "fandom"
#as i answered this#i realized i've def done this ask game before#sorry y'all#you KNOW i love an ask game#whump asks#ask game#ty for sending this i love talking about whump#much less intimidating than talking about the guys#lol
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I'm so going to regret this. Proust? Did he, what, uh.
Oh, Proust.
Did he–
Did he what?
Did he tape every session and send copies to Riko in case Riko needed extra ammunition down the line?
Did he use drugs on Andrew to ensure his own relative safety, to skew Andrew’s take on things should any of this come back to him, to get Andrew so off balance and/or out of his head that he could more easily get the reactions and responses he wanted?
Did he have access to everything Riko’s associates could dig up on Andrew’s past, all of the rumors about his foster families, all of the secrets they were able to buy or drug out of those failures of parents, all of the transcriptions from Riko’s conversations with Drake?
Did he sign off on restraints for Andrew during the worst part of Andrew’s rehab, claiming Andrew was a danger to himself and everyone around him while he was going through withdrawal? Did he know to go into that room and put his hands on Andrew when Andrew couldn’t fight back, couldn’t move except to pull those bindings tighter?
Did he know about the scars on Andrew’s wrists, and did he know just how hard to bite them so they would bruise? Did he know how to mark them and ruin them, to taint a symbol of survival and choice with the new memories Andrew would always carry of him?
Did he know that Jesse liked to choke Andrew during sex so Andrew couldn’t wake anyone else up? Did he know Samuel used to whisper you fucking like this, you stupid fucking whore I know you wanted this? Did he know Steven made him say Please?
Did he know Andrew was ticklish? Did he know what Drake did with that knowledge and how he used Andrew’s own body against him? Did he reenact it whenever Andrew was being difficult and uncooperative?
Did he learn what Andrew looks like on the verge of a panic attack and the ferocity Andrew fights with when he’s clawing back from that dangerous edge? Did he see the look in Andrew’s eyes when the knife went a little too deep, connecting one psychological scar to another and blurring the lines between them?
Did he violate Andrew? Physically, emotionally, psychologically?
Did he what?
Whichever question you meant to ask, the answer is yes.
#this is the one i was looking for#noncon#psychiatric setting#aftg spoilers#just getting through my reread of the raven king and#had to revisit this important continuation#thanks for coming to my Ted Talk#will do the asks in a minute
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And Neil held on. He held onto Andrew, gripping his shirt hard enough that his knuckles started to turn white. “You’re here,” Neil breathed. Andrew lowered his head onto Neil’s shoulder and sighed, breathing in that familiar scent. That smoke. “I am.”
#everything is fine#aftg#aftg spoilers#i actually am ACTIVELY searching my blog for a specific post and this aint it but#how could i not reblog#HOW COULD I NOT
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chillin’ on the rooftops
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He’s a Fighter (*explicit Noncon)
Whumptober 2021 no.12: Begging, Torture
TRIGGER WARNINGS: EXPLICIT NONCON. 18+ ONLY. NSFW. Electrocution. Manhandling. Restraints. Dehumanization. Abusive Relationships. Distant cousin to the BBU. Stockholm-ish.
READ TW. THIS CHAPTER DOES NOT NEED TO BE READ FOR YOU TO READ/ENJOY THE LARGER NARRATIVE, JUST SKIP IF YOU’RE FEELING UNSURE. There will be outtakes that are not rooted in non-con. I think.
That’s all!
Leo turned off the light in his new bedroom in Luke’s apartment and padded back to his bed, replacing the ice on his throat. He zoned out on the small yellow nightlight, and clutched the pillow tightly to his chest. Leo tried to clear his head. He couldn’t quite pinpoint why, but the memory of Parker Destin forced its way into his thoughts. Parker had been dangerous, but Parker had also been kind. Parker had fucked him up worse than any of the training, and he was only with him for maybe two months. The memory stung, and history repeats itself, and that thought sent a chill through Leo’s bones. Men who hold contracts are not decent men, he thought, closing his eyes tightly. But Luke wasn’t Parker. Luke was not Parker. Luke was not Parker. Luke was not Parker.
✥ ✥ ✥
“Arms up,” Parker says to him, pulling the straps so tight around his wrists that they sting. He’ll leave him like this for the night. He does every night, but– Leo reminds himself– he wakes him first thing every morning with gentle kisses around his wrists, and he lets him shower by himself, and he rubs his shoulders if they hurt, and he is kind to him. It messes with Leo’s head. He knows it’s messing with his head, but even as he tells himself everything about this is wrong, the feeling of safety, of warmth, it worms its way into the deepest parts of his brain and it settles in there, and it messes with him.
Keep reading
#this was art lol#i remember when i posted this it got like three notes in 24 hours and i thought#well#the ragdoll line might've been a bit much#but look at her now#parker#noncon#wonder what that guy is up to
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Whump Blog Ask Meme
What are your favorite whump tropes?
Do you prefer illness whump or injury whump?
Do you prefer whump in the form of writing or visual media?
Do you prefer physical whump or emotional/psychological whump?
Who is your favorite whumpee?
What are the traits of your ideal whumpee?
What are the traits of your ideal whumper?
What are the traits of your ideal caregiver?
Which archetype do you identify with the most: the whumpee, the whumper, or the caregiver?
When did you first realize you were into whump?
How and when did you discover the whump community?
Why do you love whump?
Have you ever felt insecure because you enjoy whump? How did you overcome that insecurity?
What are your least favorite whump tropes?
Are you interested in any niche whump genres, such as fem!whump or non-human whump?
Do you have any whump media recommendations (whump blogs, books, movies, etc.)?
When was the last time you got the whumperflies?
What whump content are you currently craving?
Who are your favorite whump bloggers? Tag them!
How are you doing today, buddy?
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Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)
previous (cw: gore) //
suggested by anon!
@theonewithallthefixations , @violets-whumperflies , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink , @whumpsday , @kixngiggles , @echo-goes-aaa , @whumpcateyes , @clickerflight , @sodacreampuff , @suspicious-whumping-egg , @cryptidwritings , @painsandconfusion , @grizzlie70 , @bloodsweatandpotato , @ladyblogofficialreporter @whumper-soot , @poeticagony @lthrboy
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Hey! I’ve been lurking in the whumpblr community for a little while now and your writing is some of my favourite! On your recommendation I’ve bought The Sunshine Court (and the three books that come before it), but I’m wondering if you happen to have any other quick recs for whumpy books? All I seem to want to read and write rn is fictional queer men going Through It 😅
Signed ~💛
Thank you so much!! For the M/M whumpy books (in order of how whumpy they are, subjectively):
Foxhole Court/Raven King/King's Men/Sunshine Court (I cannot stress enough that it's imperative you get through the first 1.5 books before you make any kind of decision on finishing, because it doesn't get super whumpy til middle of second book, but then it pops off and the sunshine court is next level)
Docile
Captive Prince Series
A Little Life
The Darkness Outside Us
HappyHead
Tarot Sequence series
First Become ashes
Bonus Non-Whumpy M/M books I love:
How to Bang a Billionaire + sequels (this is fluffy but has some whumpy undertones but really is just a grand time and I can't express how much I loved this series, once I really got into it).
my recommendations usually initially come from @peachy-panic and she has a big list of recs (which include almost all of these) that you can see here
TWs + notes (not particularly spoilery but some might consider spoilers) off the top of my head under cut:
Foxhole Court/Raven King/King's Men/Sunshine Court - noncon, abuse, CSA mention, torture, emeto, med whump, lots of sports talk, tender tender caretaking, burning/branding, murder, mafia shit, etc, excellent 11/10 recomend
Docile - noncon, noncon drugging, institutionalized slavery, very BBU coded, i have major issues with this book but undeniably whumpy
Captive Prince Series - fantasy slave whump, noncon, noncon drugging, whumper becomes caretaker, whipping, branding, minor assault, etc, i loved this series heavily when it was posting on LJ, she made some changes and published, very whumpy, best whipping that i know of
A Little Life - devastating, CSA, child abuse, noncon, whipping, self harm + suicide themes, +++ i perrrssonnaally love a little life but some might say it's a smidge excessive on the suffering
The Darkness Outside Us - more emotional whump than physical with some physical whump, i loved this book so much i have such fond memories of reading it, the sequel comes out next month
HappyHead - conditioning, cult-like shit, drugging, ++, this was decently whumpy and the set up to a VERY whumpy sequel which also comes out this month
Tarot Sequence series - noncon, lots of basic physical whump like injuries and fights and stuff, this has a fair deal of whump and sets up some mega-whumpy future books, but the author is on an update schedule like mine where.. might get a book tomorrow, might have to wait three years (there's 6 books left in the series, 3 out now)
First Become ashes - noncon, self harm, weird fucking book but some scenes are burned into my memory, this was from the same author as docile and not unlike docile, has some issues but fjasklfdjadsk
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Do we get to know what happened to Leo and Luke when they “came out of that thing with Destin”???? Going crazyyyy over here! Love your writing and I can’t get enough!
Theoretically, this will eventually be fleshed out! There are two interactions post-contract that have been discussed but not written, and I'm actually not sure which one I was referring to with that, but I'm assuming it's one of these two (hopefully, lol):
the fundraiser where they encounter him, which has been intro'd but then you know.
the kidnapping arc, which has long been discussed and awaited, but who knows when it'll be written - kidnapping arcs are hard lol
I think I was probably referring to one of these two events, but who could possibly know :) They both theoretically are still on my to-write pile but that pile runneth over.
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Consequence of Action AU: Kept Pt 2
I doubt I can write more of this au but I HAD to write this part!
TW: alternate universe, explicit noncon, caretaker whumpee, restrained, whipping, captive, self sacrifice (of sorts)
“Hands.”
Collins complied, raising both hands out in front of his naked body. He watched Hawkins' face as the man pressed Collins' wrists together and wrapped the coarse rope around them both, cinching the knot off far too tight with a rough tug. Collins' lip twitched in disgust as the man before him barely contained the practically gleeful smile that was playing at corners of his mouth.
He dropped Collins hands, striding over to the other end of the rope that was hanging down from a hook secured to the ceiling and pulled.
A small tendril of fear shot like an electric current though Collins' gut as he let his arms be dragged up over his head.
He looked up at his fingers almost brushing the ceiling, his elbows bent slightly and his feet firmly on the floor. He was too tall to be stretched to his full height in the small space of the crew quarters. His mind wandered to Quinn, almost a foot shorter than he was, imagining him strung up in the same position. Collins wondered if Hawkins let him keep his feet on the floor or if he pulled him up so taut that only his toes barely grazed the ground.
He was pretty sure he knew the answer.
A sudden crack broke through the air in the room and Collins fought to quell the flinch that rolled unbidden through his body.
Hawkins stepped into his line of sight, an almost playful smirk plastered firmly on his face.
“Remember, you volunteered for this,” he said, palming himself through his pants, "Let's see if you take it as well as that little bitch."
Collins' flushed with humiliation and anger but kept his mouth shut tight.
This wasn't even a choice. Not anymore.
His eyes were wide open now and he was done standing back and letting the men tear Quinn apart, night after night.
This was the very least he could do.
Hawkins took two steps back and sized him up, his eyes casting over Collins body like he was some kind of prey animal caught in a trap. His next meal. Sweat broke out in a cool, pricking rush of adrenaline across Collins' skin when Hawkins allowed the whip to unfurl in his grasp.
He steeled himself for the first strike.
Hawkins flipped his wrist in one, smooth, practiced motion and let the whip arch through the small room. Collins heard the sound of the leather whip snapping across his flesh before he felt it.
He sucked in a sharp breath not a half second later, pain blooming in a perfect stripe across his abdomen.
“Fuck,” he hissed out between his teeth, shifting his feet slightly as his mind filled with a heady sensation that almost make him sick.
This was going to hurt.
Hawkins grinned, and brought down the whip.
The next strike lashed across his ribs making his entire body jerk to the side. Collins caught himself, wrapping his fingers around the ropes holding him upright. He barely had time to take a full breath before the whip cut across the curve of his hip.
Collins growled from deep in the back of his throat and tensed all the muscles in his body, determined to withstand everything this man had to throw at him. He flinched back hard, his eyes opening wide in shock when the whip landed with a crack across his chest, stinging sharply just under his collarbone and far too close to his face.
Hawkins laughed but lowered his next strike, it landed hot and bright over the top of another that slashed across his stomach.
Collins dropped his mouth open in a silent cry.
He was going to be sick.
His vision flashed bright white as Hawkins brought the whip down over his bare flesh.
It didn't stop.
Collins squeezed his eyes shut tight and vowed to endure the agony of his skin being flayed from his bones. Every strike felt like it cut deep and tore across the plains of his chest and stomach, the tops of his thighs, until he was certain he would lose consciousness that second, and then the next.
Until suddenly, the world paused.
Collins pried his eyes open and dared to look down at himself, certain that blood was pouring in streams down his body. He sucked in a shaky breath when what he thought was blood, was mostly sweat. There were a few welts that had split open with the force of the strike but not many. The rest were only raised, angry red welts crisscrossing over the entire front of his body.
A hand touched his chin and he jerked his head back, Hawkins mere inches in front of his face. He gripped his jaw hard and Collins growled out a pained, angry breath.
“Sweetheart, we are just getting started,” Hawkins said, his fingers slipping down Collins' neck and wrapping around his throat. Hawkins' squeezed slightly, just enough for Collins to drop his mouth open in want for slightly more air. He could feel his pulse hammering hard against Hawkins' palm and his entire body jerked, screaming for him to run, fight back- anything but this.
Collins' chest began to heave in panicked anticipation of having his air suddenly and completely cut off, but it never came. Hawkins watched him closely, his eyes flicking over Collins' face, drinking in his fear and desperation before snapping the whip in his other hand.
Collins screamed, a high pitched agonized sound that echoed in his ears.
The short snap of the whip landing like liquid lava across his groin, and then again. Collins dropped his head back against the pain, giving Hawkins for room to wrap his fingers further around his throat. He snapped the whip with short strikes across his cock, burning a hot, searing fire through to his very core. His lungs screamed for air as he sucked in quick, gasping breaths against the pain.
“Fuck, stop!” he cried out, tears burning down the sides of his face.
Hawkins dropped his hand immediately and stepped away, a sickening grin splitting his face as he watched Collins scramble for control over his own body.
He couldn't stop himself from looking down. Blood seeped down from a few welts that split open across the soft flesh of his thigh. His dick was swollen, with thin red lines blazing across it's length, but he was shocked to see many of the lashes landed the hardest just to the side of his groin.
Hawkins stepped up into his space and grabbed his aching cock.
"Ah, fuck you," Collins hissed, jerking back and trying desperately to still his body from pulling out of the man's grasp at the same time. Hawkins held firm, pumping his fist and dragging his thumb over one of the thin, raised lines that curved over the head of his cock.
Collins dropped his head down, drool slipping over his lips and dripping in a long line down to the floor as he gasped in an agonized breath.
“You-,” he stopped, swallowing back a cry of pain when Hawkins squeezed harder, “You did this to him? You hurt him- you hurt him like this?”
He voice broke over the words and he sobbed out a pained breath.
“Not exactly, but yes, I did."
Collins forced his eyes to focus on Hawkins, “How? You whipped him. You fucking raped him." Collins felt his eyes glaze over slightly. He wasn't even sure what he was trying to accomplish here. He just knew that his body was screaming in agony, and that Quinn's had too.
“And?” Hawkins asked, released his grasp on Collins, “I'll do it again. I'll tear the flesh off of his back, bend him over that desk right there and fuck him up the ass. You know why,” he stepped forward, grabbing Collins face, “because that's what he's fucking made for!”
He dropped Collins' face and stepped away, throwing the whip to the floor and unbuttoning his pants, "And apparently you are too. Fucking pathetic."
A wave of terror rushed over Collins' body. He looked up at his bound wrists, twisting them in against the ropes that held him in place.
“The Captain was right,” Hawkins said, pulling out his cock and stroking it a few times before stepping forward again, "I wasn't going to do this, but, you need to be taught a fucking lesson."
Collins jerked back. “Get the fuck away from me,” he growled out, turning his body face Hawkins head on.
Hawkins stopped, looking Collins directly in the eyes.
“I could always get the little slut instead?” he asked as if it was the most reasonable offer in the world.
Collins felt himself pale.
No. Fuck no.
He said nothing but Hawkins saw his answer written all over his face. His resignation. Hawkins stepped behind him and Collins hissed when his legs were kicked open wider.
Collins let himself be moved.
He shifted his feet, now spread wide, twisting his fingers into the rope to hold more of his weight. His chest heaved but he stayed right where he was put.
He couldn't see Hawkins anymore and somehow that made everything so much worse.
He felt the man's fingers reach around his hips and drag through the blood that was seeping down his leg. Collins swallowed back bile as Hawkins slipped a blood soaked finger down the crease of his ass. He jerked his hips forward and groaned when Hawkins forced his finger inside of him with one, quick push. Hawkins splayed his palm over the lower bit of Collins' stomach, holding him in place as he immediately inserted another. Collins dropped his head forward and opened his mouth, he lifted himself up by his wrists slightly and opened his legs wider.
“Good boy,” Hawkins mouthed against the back of his ear as he slipped out his fingers and pressed the head of his cock to Collins' entrance.
His entire body shuddered.
The press of the man's cock stretched him open, a slow burn tearing and spreading, a deep ache pulsing inside of him and radiating up into his back.
He made a sound. A pitiful, wounded sound.
The pain spread into his veins, it tore him open, gaping and wide- but all he could think was Quinn, how often did Collins turn away from his agonizing screams echoing down the halls, how much pain did he endure before Collins found the courage to finally see him.
Hawkins breathed out a hot breath against his neck and rolled his hips against Collins' ass. He dragged his cock halfway out and slammed forward again, humming and mouthing against Collins' shoulder as he started to set a brutal, punishing pace.
He leaned back and held onto Collins' hips with both hands. "Oh, fuck, yes," Hawkins huffed out, dragging Collins back against him with each violent thrust of his hips, “I want to hear you fucking scream.”
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Quinn straightened as much as he was able in the confines of his cage when the door creaked open, letting a stream of light inside the dark room.
He breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw that Collins was standing, walking even, but his lips formed a hard line as he watched him limp over and so slowly, lower himself to the ground. Collins leaned back against the cage and groaned, carefully stretching his legs out in front of him.
A heavy, unspoken tension settled in the air between them.
“I know you're angry,” Collins said. His voice was pained and exhausted.
Quinn swallowed down the anger surging through his body and tried to school his features. This wasn't Collins' fucking fault.
“I'm not angry at you,” he said, leaning forward to try and get a better look at him. There was blood seeping through the thin shirt he was wearing and more seeping into the thick fabric of his pants.
“How bad?” he asked, feeling foolish the moment the question left his lips. Of course it was bad. Hawkins had a particular taste for violence and pain that the others simply didn't possess.
Quinn had actually tried to fight against Jackson's hold on him when Hawkins led Collins away with a fist twisted in his shirt.
He knew Hawkins would hurt him.
Badly.
Quinn really didn't need to know more than that. Collins would tell him the details when, or if, he was ever ready to share that burden.
For his part, Collins just shrugged at the question, leaning his head back against the cage and clearly trying to control his breathing. Quinn curled himself forward gingerly and leaned his head on Collins' shoulder, at least he would have, if the fucking bars weren't in the way. His head pressed against the cool metal instead. He slipped his hand through the bars, his fingers barely managing to graze Collins' arm. Collins reached back and found his fingers through the bars, threading them together. He sighed and closed his eyes.
They stayed like that for a long time, until eventually, Quinn broke the silence.
“We need to get out of here,” he whispered.
Collins sniffed and wiped at his face.
“How,” he choked out the question, his body finally wracking with the sob that he was apparently trying desperately to contain. He sucked in a slow, shaky breath.
Quinn presses his face as close to Collins as he was able, barely brushing his nose through his sweaty hair at the back of his head. He squeezed Collins hand and wished for hundredth time that Collins could get a hold of the key, not even to escape. He just wanted to be able to pull him into his arms and hold him close until all his pains finally washed away.
“We'll figure it out,” Quinn whispered, “You and me.”
Collins nodded, groaning as he turned onto his hip. Quinn's heart broke when he saw the man's tear streaked face so close to his own. He pressed his forehead to the bars and Quinn met him there.
“You and me,” Collins repeated, his voice just a little bit stronger, “We go together?”
“Yeah,” Quinn smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips through the bars, “We go together.”
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#omg#explicit noncon#whipping#I have been absolutely negligent with regards to reading on here#I can’t believe I missed this!#collins as whumpee be still my heart
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y'all. GUYS. LADIES. FOLKS.
the sunshine court is 100% to our tastes over here on my side of whumblr and i simply CANNOT BELIEVE this woman took every whump trope i love and published a whole ass book with them I can't think of a single chapter that wasn't DIRECTLY TO MY TASTE including, but not limited to (with spoilers under the cut):
being so upset he pukes? twice?
noncon drugging
medical drugging/chemical restraints
noncon
whumpee thinking the caretaker is the new whumper
whumpee thinking everyone is the whumper
self deprication
tears
broken bones
whumpers gettin' THEIRs dammit
exhaustion
waterboarding
scars
isolation
i stg i could go on forever
THE FOUND FAMILY OF IT ALL
THE LEARNING TO BE LOVED OF IT ALL
i can't. i'm gonna give the first three a proper reread (which isn't explicitly necessary to read this but you will be confused to all hell if you go in blind, but you could probably get by), and then read this bad boy again. and again probably, so if you don't see me for the next month you can assume i'm doing this.
#the sunshine court#tsc#the foxhole court#aftg#whumpy writing#whumpy books#book recommendations#ok back to your regularly scheduled program#i just had to get that off my chest
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🧽 Receiving a sponge bath - Derek
tw: post-prison whump, spongebath, light med whump
notes: read chapter one of derek's back first for context, if context is important to ya :)
from this ask game
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Derek Lewis, or what's left of him, anyway, sits on the center of the exam table. His legs dangle over the side, his hands limp in his lap. Looking at him, one might think he was completely absent of thought, absent of the ability to process any of the events of the last few hours. Something in the way he hunches his body, though, just a little bit, or in the way his black eyes, every so often, wander from the floor to the mahogany desk in the corner, to the large canvas paintings, to the American flag hung by the door, and then back to the floor, give Agent Brody Grant hope that, at least on some level, he’s aware that his circumstances have shifted.
He’s been stripped of his clothing, or, if not clothing, of the torn, ratted fabric that was constituting as clothing, which has been placed in a bin to be tested for parasites. So far, he hasn’t spoken.
When they arrived to the makeshift medical unit, pieced together on one hour’s notice in the middle of the night in the Consulate, he didn't speak. He also didn’t speak when he was led down the empty, dark hallway, or when his clothes were removed, or when every inch of his battered skin was photographed.
Now, with a nurse at his side, running a wet cloth over his body again and again, seven, eight, sometimes ten times before satisfied with each patch of skin, he still doesn’t speak.
“Mr. Lewis?” the physician asks, approaching Derek cautiously. Derek’s head lifts in acknowledgement, but his eyes do not.
“You need to drink,” she urges. She lifts his free hand and places a mug of water inside of it, then guides him to take a sip. He does not fight it, but immediately coughs the water back up. The doctor's lips are tight, but she sets the mug to the side.
The boy that Agent Grant collected from within the prison gates was unrecognizable from the pictures in his file. The ghost of the smiling, vibrant boy he had not expected, but hoped for, was deposited at his feet without a moment of hesitation. The guard inclined his head sharply toward the gate, handed the agent a well-loved backpack, and turned on his heels back toward the prison. They hightailed it down the gravel road and into the night, with a singular objective of getting Derek Lewis onto U.S. territory while they worked to understand the implications of everything that had gone down.
The nurse lifts his hand now, turning it over, and works to wipe away months of caked-on filth.
“When did you last access a shower?” he asks, his thumb brushing over Derek’s wrist, presumably to get a handle on what is bruising and what isn’t.
“I don’t know,” Derek whispers. Agent Grant writes it down. It’s not of particular interest, but he’s been tasked with writing down everything, and so far that has been nothing, so he takes what he can get.
“That’s okay,” the nurse tells him, dipping the washcloth in the clean water, wringing it out, and wiping away what can be wiped away. “What about food?” he asks next. No one is under any illusion that Derek wants to talk, but getting him comfortable answering questions may be in his best interest. “When was the last time you ate?”
This time, Derek does not look up. “I don’t know,” he whispers again.
“Are you hungry?” the nurse asks, as the doctor tilts Derek’s head down. Gloved fingers press into dark, matted waves, and Derek’s body curls in on itself, just for a second, before he realizes what’s happened and forcibly adjusts his posture.
“It’s okay,” the nurse whispers, moving to his other hand.
Derek nods, and they finish cleaning him up in silence. His hair is shaved, because it’s the only reasonable way to deal with both the matting and the lice. He’s photographed again, now clean, which he flinches his way through but does not protest. This time, the focus is solely on the injuries. On the scars that run the length of his back, on his wrists and ankles, on his neck. There won't be an investigation, nor will there be restitution, but it may help someone in the future to have these, so they take them. Derek is silent through it, but his suffering, well hidden just an hour ago, is clearer now.
He’s given an IV, because every time he drinks, he vomits. He’s given pain medication, he’s given anxiety medication, and finally, to everyone’s relief, he is given clothing.
He dresses quietly, but he trembles he does, and when he’s led to a cot in the adjacent room, he whispers a hoarse, “Thank you,” before collapsing into it. He’s asleep before he can be offered a blanket, so one is draped over him, and the doctor explains to Agent Grant that between the shock, the medication, and the clear sleep deprivation, it’s neither surprising nor alarming that he sleeps now.
By the time Derek Lewis’s family is called, it’s mid-morning. The Ambassador has arrived, and there’s an air of both celebration and frenzy within the Consulate. This has been something of a win for many of them, and a long-overdue one at that.
And, while it feels like a major piece of Agent Grant's time with the embassy is coming to a close, he can’t help but wonder what the next chapter looks like for Derek. There's no doubt in his mind that Jack will be on the first plane to Turkey, visa be damned, and the thought of their reunion, however tense, however painful it may be, gives him some hope that maybe, against all odds, Derek will find peace.
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