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ashintheairlikesnow · 1 month

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All We Have Is Each Other

CW: Intimate whumper, captivity, defiant whumpee, biting, creepy whumper, obsessive whumper, noncon kiss, vague noncon references, drugging. For @amonthofwhump Tropeathon Day 1: Duel

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Takes place during Jax’s second captivity. As always, Jax is used with oversight and permission from @comfy-whumpee)

Savvie rolls dice every time she uses the mortar and pestle in the kitchen to grind up one of her collections of pills and mix it into Jax’s drink.

She’s always gambling with the drugs. The first part of the game is seeing whether he’ll drink it before he realizes there’s something in it. If she doesn’t mix it well enough, he’ll see the cloudy bits floating around in the glass and look at her with terrible sad eyes. Sometimes she can’t take it. She just takes the drink right back out of his hand and pours it out, makes him a new one.

Other the other hand, sometimes his sad voice and sad eyes piss her off worse than anything else could, and she just tips it up until he chokes and makes him finish it anyway. Or shocks him, pressing the button to the remote and watching his muscles lock up, knowing he’ll look sweeter once he’s fighting the way his muscles jerk afterward, the unconscious twitches he can’t quite get rid of as the aftermath works its way through him.

Sometimes he even looks scared. Those nights are some of her favorites. Savvie never loves Jax as much as she does when he is scared of her.

But... she can’t keep him scared all the time. What kind of marriage would they have if she did that? No, the drinks aren’t to scare him, they’re just to make… to make things easier. And she doesn’t always do it! She doesn’t always drug him, but it’s enough that he never trusts her. She knows that. He doesn’t… trust easily.

That’s okay.

Their relationship got off to a rough start, that’s all, what with Jax starting off as one of the staff, bought and paid for. Plus, Jax’s dad convinced him Savvie was evil, once upon a time when he ran away from her. Taught him to hate her. She had to have her uncle fly all the way to England to bring Jax back, and it’s taking years to undo all the damage that stupid old man did.

That’s okay. He’s getting better, he’s definitely getting better. He is. He has to be getting better.

Still… he’s not an easy man to be married to. Not with having to keep an eye on the remote to his shock collar so he can’t take it off and try to run away again, not with the way he watches her sometimes like he wants to dunk her head into the toilet and hold it there until she drowns. Putting stuff in his drink just lets Savvie be able to relax.

She doesn’t have to worry about what he might do when he’s so high he can’t do much of anything. Besides, it’s only like one out of every ten nights, sometimes twenty, sometimes she even goes for a month or two without doing it.

She really doesn’t even want to. If he would just learn to be happy without it, she wouldn’t have to keep drugging him, would she? If he’d just stop being so difficult about being her husband… but that isn’t fair. He can’t be any better than he is, not really. Jax just… isn’t wired that way.

So she has to help him a little, to make it so he can have nights when he can’t stay mad at her. Or at least nights when his anger isn’t able to simmer in there behind his eyes while he says Yes, Miss Savvie or No, Miss Savvie like there’s a gun to his head.

Still. Trying to give him these evenings where both of them just relax… it’s always a gamble.

Even if he drinks whatever she makes without realizing it’s spiked, he doesn’t always react the same way. If she’s lucky - if her dice rolls well - the drugs make Jax… softer. He’ll lean against her when some of his strength slides away, not seek out touch but loathe it less. Those are the nights she can coax a sound out of him that isn’t clipped or tense. She still thinks about the night she gave him a back rub and he genuinely fell asleep sitting on the floor between her knees, his head drifting until it rested on her leg, the knots of tension slowly loosening beneath her kneading hands until she got distracted by the movie and forgot what she was doing.

Sometimes he smiles, when he’s blurry and unfocused. Smiles, enough to show teeth even… God, sometimes he even laughs at some of Savvie’s jokes. It’s rare, but it happens. She loves those nights the best. Those are the nights that their marriage almost feels normal… if she just ignores the dilated pupils and the way he can’t stand up on his own.

Sometimes he gets so foggy he can’t stop laughing, which is irritating but at least adorable to watch and take videos of to make him look at later on the next day when he sobers up again. Sometimes the side effects make him too scared to smile, his eyes darting nervously everywhere watching the movements of shadows he swears are watching him. She… tries not to give him those pills anymore.

The nights tend to end with her telling him to take off his shirt so she can enjoy the view, or even his pants, too. She usually waits on that, though, because it doesn’t matter how good the drugs are - he always hesitates when it comes to taking off his pants, as soon as his fingers touch the boxers with their oddly rolled waistband.

It reminds him he doesn’t want to be here. Makes his addled mind come back to the collar he wears around his neck, to the reality of the life they’re living, the marriage Savvie has built all by herself whether he wanted to or not.

And he… he didn’t want to.

So normally she waits on the getting naked bit until they’re in the bedroom and what he wants matters so much less that neither of them think about it any longer. The drugs, at least, make it harder for him to slow her down in there.

Savvie tries not to think about that, because she doesn’t remember it that way. She likes the nights best where he doesn’t even try to fight, just lets her pull him upstairs and she gets to bury her hands in his hair and tell him what to do and have him, languid and loose-limbed, follow every command without the tension and misery he usually carries into their bed.

She doesn’t always roll well.

Sometimes, she rolls snake eyes… and she gets this, instead.

“Fuck’s sake,” Jax groans, words slurring around the edges, rubbing a hand over his eyes. He pushes clumsily away from her, nearly falling off the couch before he manages to catch himself. “For… f’r fuck’s sake, Savvie, what the fuck.”

His wedding ring glints, light from the TV bouncing off the deceptively plain platinum band. She’s hit all over again with a wave of love for him, for the life she’s built after he was brought back home to be hers forever, just like he always should have been. She’d been an idiot not to see it, not until he was gone and she spent years in prison dreaming about getting him back.

“Fuck’s sake what?” She asks, voice light, smiling at him and poking him in the shoulder where they sit on the couch.

He doesn’t slap her hand away, but she sees him look at her and… he wants to. His expression is dark. The light is bouncing off his hazel eyes, too, giving them a strange sheen of white that wipes out the color, obscures even his dilated pupils slowly taking over the iris. “What the fuck was it?”

“What was what?”

“What the fuck did you give me?” He goes to push himself to standing only to have his knees buckle beneath him, crashing him to the floor, barely catching himself on his hands. Savvie’s mouth waters, and she swallows, trying to ignore the flutter of fascinated interest in watching his fingernails scrape the rug as he tries to steady himself. “What the fuck is it, Savvie?”

“It doesn’t matter,” She answers, without changing her own tone, leaning forward with her arms resting on her thighs. Her hair falls in heavy waves down her back and over her shoulders. “It’s not anything that could hurt you.”

This time, he doesn't say Miss Savvie or try out the sad eyes. Instead, he looks away. She can nearly hear his teeth grinding. “Yeah, but once I’m all fucked up, you will.”

“Don’t be rude,” Savvie chides him, but she doesn’t move. He looks good, on his hands and knees on the floor. Well, he looks good all the time, really, but he looks even better on his hands and knees. She knows the physique he’s built with the workout routine she makes him do, knows the muscles there hidden beneath the green sweater and jeans he’s wearing. “You’ve been stressed all week. I’m just trying to help-”

“Fucking shit, the hell you are!” He manages to sit back on his knees, then collapses back until his back hits the edge of the couch cushions, upright through sheer force of will and a bit of good luck. His hands lay limp at his sides, now. When he turns to look at her, his eyes don’t focus quite right - but the fury in them is clear.

Well.

Tonight’s not going to be the best night for them, then, she supposes. She feels the edge of a headache starting up, and sighs, looking mournfully at the movie she’d pulled up for them to watch. Another night, then. A night when the gamble pays off and doesn’t backfire. A night when he can’t remember how to be angry at her.

“Fine,” She says, heavily. “I’m not trying to help you. I’m trying to help me.”Her own voice changes - drops almost a full octave from her usual carefully constructed diction and sweetness to something sharper. “I’m making tonight easier on me. Making you less… less-” She can't think of a good way to end the sentence, so she just lets it hang there between them.

Jax snorts, looking away again. His head keeps lolling forward until his chin nearly touches his chest before he jerks it back again. “Yeah, I fucking know,” He manages, but his slurring is getting worse. “Shit f’r brains.”

Savvie sniffs, but the fake tears aren't coming as easily as they usually do. She probably accidentally gave him too much again. It’s just sometimes so hard to remember exactly how much the dose is supposed to be…

“I don’t enjoy you being cruel to me any more than you enjoy it when I do it to you, you know,” She says, suddenly… so tired. She spends so much time and effort creating a marriage herself out of a man her uncle bought for her once and abducted for her the second time, and she’s doing this all on her own - no one helps her, not really. And Jax never gives up.

She’d been sure he’d start to settle in and understand by now, but he just… he just doesn’t. And she’s so tired. Her fingers toy with the little black remote to his shock collar. Maybe she should just… just give up on having a good night and punish him for the cursing until he just bites off his stupid tongue.

No, wait.

She likes what he does with his tongue, when she gives the order. He’s so good with it now. Maybe… maybe just a small shock. Just to remind him he's hers. She takes a deep breath. “Jax… get on your-”

“On m’knees f’r discipline?” He starts laughing before she can finish, cutting her off, letting his head fall totally back against the arm of the couch until he’s staring at the ceiling. He sounds wild, almost like an animal. Her quiet watchful husband is feral, and Savvie resolves never to give him the pill she gave him tonight ever again. “Yeah, fucking… fuckin’ do it. Second I don’t play along, there y’go. Bzzzt.” He cackles, a cracked bark of laughter she’s never heard him make before. “Shut me up so you don’t hear me say it.”

Savvie’s heart twists. “Say what?”

The laughter dies in him as suddenly as it appeared. He turns his head, or tries to - it mostly just falls to one side until he’s looking at her. Their eyes meet, his all black pupil and hers with nearly no pupil at all. “How much I fucking hate your fucking guts.”

“You don’t hate me.” She says it firmly, as if he’s being ridiculous. “Don’t be mean, Jax. You don’t hate me at all.”

She takes a deep breath. Married couples have fights, even ugly ones sometimes, and they work it out-

“Yeah. I… I really do.” Disgusted, that’s the tone in his voice. Disgusted with her. “I do. I hate you.”

“Why do you hate me?”

The look he gives her is such a blatant are you a complete fucking moron that she can hear his voice even though he doesn’t say a word.

“No, hold on.” She waves one hand, dismissing her own question. His eyes briefly follow the movements of her fingers, distracted by whatever the drugs make him see there. Trails of light, maybe. It’s probably beautiful. “Hold on. I know why-”

“Do you?” His question is sharp, snapped, even as his every muscle can barely tense enough to move. “Do you fuckin’ really?”

“Yes. I do.” Savvie’s too tired to talk him in a circle tonight. She’s just… too exhausted by her bad gamble, bringing neither the snuggly Jax or the scared one, but this angry, vengeful animal instead.

Her headache is getting worse.

She grabs her glass of wine off the coffee table and chugs it so fast a little drip escapes the corner of her mouth and runs down her chin. She has to wipe it away, wincing at the… at the idea of how that looks. Her mother would have had a fit about it. If she hadn’t died years ago. “Because I had you kidnapped.”

Jax is silent, for a beat. He squints at her. “Fuck… what’d you say? Might be hearin’ shit.”

She laughs, softly. Not her usual laughter, crafted to fill up a room and put all eyes on her. This laugh is barely there, but far more genuine. “No. You're not hallucinating, that shouldn't happen with what I gave you tonight.”

“Oh, good, not this fucking drugging, then, jussss-” His head falls too far to one side and he forces it back up, groaning. “Jusss… others.”

“Only one of the pills does that. And you were cute when you thought there were monsters in the bathroom.” She gets that flat stare from him again and this time she can't hold eye contact, looking down and away, still fiddling with the remote to his collar. “I just. I do know what I did, Jax.”

“Yeah, I fucking know you know-”

“I had you kidnapped.” She takes a deep breath. It feels oddly good to say, like a scene in a movie confessing to a priest. A foul-mouthed priest she’s been sleeping with for over a year. The thought makes her smile, just a little. “My uncle had people watching you, and when I was ready, he knew where you’d be and he abducted you for me. I know that. I know that you’d run, if you could. I’d take your collar off right now if I thought you’d stay without wearing it.”

Jax is silent for so long she briefly wonders if he's flat out forgotten how to talk. Then he shrugs - or tries to, his arms don't quite follow his commands. “You’d find somethin’ else, some other reason for shit ‘round my neck. You fuckin’ like it.”

For the first time, she doesn't deny it. “I do.” She laughs at the way he looks almost comically surprised, unable to keep his usual closed-off expressions in place with the drug coursing through his veins. “What? Can't a girl have a kink?”

“Sure fuckin’ can, but you… you don' have a kink, you got… goddamn victims.”

“... I… yeah. But it-... that's not my point. It isn't about the collar, Jax. Your wedding ring does it for me, too. I could barely wait to get you home after we signed the marriage certificate.”

The glare is back. His hatred is blistering her skin. She watches him try to stand, making it nearly upright before he falls back down again with a heavy thump.

Her mouth twitches. “You want help, sweetie?”

“Ffffuck you.”

“Well, I mean, if you’re asking so nicely.” She giggles at her own joke.

He mumbles something she can't quite hear, trying to stand one more time but quickly giving up. He makes it onto the couch, at least. Savvie stands, turning to grab his ankles, shifting so he’s lying on his back, head and feet each cushioned by the arms of the comfortable, overstuffed couch. He struggles weakly, and it's hard work, but she gets him where she wants him. She barely breathes, taking in his chest rising and falling under his sweater, how his inhales are coming more sharply.

She can't help herself.

Savvie climbs on top of him, like she’s done a hundred times. She straddles him, sitting on his hips and leaning down to kiss his neck, nosing under his jaw. At first, his head tips back in resignation - but then he curses and pushes at her weakly instead. “Don’t.”

She grabs his wrists and shoves them above his head. He’s so weak, the drugs have taken all that muscle and made them… useless at holding her off. There’s a shiver of excitement down her spine. “Uh-uh, sweetie. You’re the one who said to fuck you, remember?”

She feels a thrill at saying fuck, like she’s still a kid sneaking swears in her room when her parents won’t overhear.

“Don't,” He groans. “Sav-... Savvie, stop. G’t off me. I hate you.”

“I know.” She smiles down at him. His eyes meet hers, tired and bleary. Furious and almost resigned. “I know you hate me, Jax… but I love you.”

She leans down, her hair a waterfall curtain, blocking them both off from the world. She can smell the cologne she buys for him, blended with her own pricey perfume. His wrists jerk against her grip and she digs her nails in until he grunts in pain and the skin gives beneath.

“Savvie,” he whispers.

“Sssshhh.” She lets go with one hand, shifting both his wrists to her other one, and presses a finger against his lips. “I love you so much,” She whispers. “And I don't need you to love me back, sweetie, I don’t. I just need you to lie for me.”

She kisses him, then, pressing her lips firmly to his. For half a second, his mouth is slack and unresisting even as his body shudders with disgust. He’s warm, his skin burning up beneath her. Her mouth moves against his, trying to get him to answer her, to open up.

His lips gently part. For a brief moment, Savvie feels the rush of victory.

Then he bites.

Pain blooms in a sudden flare as his teeth bury themselves into her lower lip and he jerks his head to the side, sensitive skin tearing.

“Shit!” Savvie jerks backwards, staring down at him wide-eyed. She can taste her own blood in her mouth. It’s smeared on his lips and his teeth like badly-done lipstick as he gives her a smile that's really a snarl. “Oh my God, Jax-... how dare you-”

“Fuck you! Don't fucking touch me!” He gets his arms more or less under his own control and shoves her off of him. She crashes into the coffee table, the legs giving out, tumbling her to the floor. Pain spikes hot and demanding along her hip where she hits the hard angle of the corner and she finds herself the one lying on the floor, while Jax slowly sits up, wiping blood off his lips.

Her blood.

Savvie pulls her fingers from her mouth and gasps. There’s a smear of red, bright and vibrant, the unmistakable sense of blood trickling down over her chin. She tongues at the wound, then winces as the pain flares bright, like he’s bitten her all over again. She considers tears - looks at the loathing in his eyes, the absolute rage written in the lines of his face - and then decides they’re wasted on him tonight. Instead, she just shakes her head. “That hurt.”

“Good. Don' like bein’ the one fucking bleeding for once, huh?” His eyes drift closed. He struggles to open them again, to keep his eyes on her. “Shit feelin’, isn't it?”

“God.” She swallows. Blood on her tongue is making her feel nauseous and she gets to her feet carefully. Her mouth and hip throb. She’s going to be so bruised tomorrow, going to ache so much. “You’re awful sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah.” He grins. He hasn't bothered to try and get the red off his teeth. “I know. So… so fffffuckin’ get rid of me, then.”

Savvie snorts, limping a little as she moves to pick up the spilled wine bottle from the floor. She could shock him now - that’s what she would usually do. Or call Isaac and have him carted off to spend another month locked in the kennels with the dogs. He… probably doesn’t care about that, though. Anything to get away from her. Anything is better than her, to him.

“Get rid of you?” She drinks the last swallow in the bottle, washing blood down her throat with the wine. “Then what, Jax? I should just… live here alone, without you, for the rest of my life?”

“Fucking-... yes, or go fucking die. I don't fucking care.” The flush of hot anger bleeds away, his voice softening a little. “I don't… don' care, Savvie. I don’t care about you.”

“No. You do.” She feels a burst of desperation to make him understand. “You hate me, right? That’s caring about me, still.”

“Savvie-”

“No. I love you. You are mine, and I am keeping you. This is love, Jax. What I feel for you is true love.”

He shakes his head, swaying a little where he sits. He tries to push her away again as she takes him by the arm but his burst of energy seems to have used him up. He lets her, in the end, get him onto his feet. She leads him on his unsteady legs out of the room, and he stumbles along with her.

“S'not love,” He mumbles. She keeps an arm around his waist to help him balance. “Fucking… fuck you. Let me leave, Savvie.”

He doesn't have the strength to push her away, not anymore. He has to use her to stay up as they take the stairs one at a time, although after three or four he jerks away again and uses the railing, leaning heavily against it as he drags himself upwards, inch by inch, step by step.

She lets him pull away, watching his determination to not need her, how badly he doesn’t even want her. There’s a canyon inside of her, something dark and deep that hurts so much worse than her hip or her torn open lower lip, threatening to claw its way out as she watches the man she has forced to play the role of her husband do anything he can to avoid her touch.

Her jaw sets. “It is. It is love, and you know what? It’s all the love you’re going to get. Ever. No one else will ever love you.” Savvie’s voice stays low. “You’re not… you’re not lovable, Jax, but I don’t care, I love you anyway. Nobody else would. No one is ever going to even want to love you but me.”

He slumps. The fight’s all gone out of him, for now. Her gamble failed tonight and Jax is buckling under the weight of what runs through his veins, the heavy expectations in her eyes and her smile and her devotion.

“Fuck,” is all he says, barely a whisper under his breath.

Savvie sighs, touching her fingers to her lip again. The bleeding has slowed but there’s still a spot of red. “Goes both ways, though, I think.”

He doesn't look at her. “What?”

“This… how much you hate me… how I had to kidnap you, and put that thing on your neck to keep you here, how you wish you were anywhere but here with me… you know, I, I get it.”

He has to stop at the landing and lean over, resting his forehead against the wall.

She lays a hand on his back, leaning over to speak right against his ear. “I get that your hate is all the love I’m going to get, too, Jax. Nobody else will ever love me, either.”

Her throat feels tight, and she can’t tell if she really feels the twisting nerves in her stomach, the sense of dread, or if it’s part of her act for Jax. Sometimes even Savvie isn’t sure when she means the things she says. Sometimes, even worse, she really does.

“All we’re ever going to have is each other.”

He doesn’t answer her. But when she takes his arm in her hand, he allows himself to be dragged along towards her bedroom. The fight might be gone, but so is the feeling. There’s nothing in his eyes that shows he even heard her.

That’s okay. She can be honest, in the dark, in the middle of the night, knowing that he’s too drugged to remember anything she said when he wakes up again. She’ll lie to herself again by morning. So will he.

She just needs him to lie.

@whumpyourdamnpears consider this my evil savvie gift to you

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feverdreamsanddelusions · 3 months

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for the mind/body control ask game

scenario 4 + scenario 9 or 10 + dialogue 2

4. whumpee is fully aware of what's happening and what they're being forced to do, but their body won't respond to them at all + 9. whumpee is forced to be affectionate and sweet + 2. "my little puppet/doll/pet."

mind/body control ask game

[tw noncon touching, noncon kissing, body control, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, possessive whumper]

“My little doll,” Whumper crooned, motioning Whumpee even closer; Whumpee leaned in, of course, entirely against his will.

They were way too close to him. He was way too close to them, and they were way too good at pretending this was all real, and that he wanted to be all up in their personal space. He strained against the steel-grip Whumper had on his body, trying to pull away, or at least tell them to knock it off, to scream, to cry, to plead… But all he could do was smile adoringly, and enthusiastically reciprocate when his captor leaned forward to press their lips against his.

He wanted to throw up.

“Always so sweet for me,” they murmured, and Whumpee felt his body shift, made to throw one leg over Whumper’s hips and settle in their lap. “Only for me.”

Stop, get away from me, stop this, I fucking hate you, you’re disgusting, stop touching me—

Whumpee wished the control Whumper had on him would numb his body too, but he was all too aware of the hands sliding across his skin and down his sides. They settled on the back of his thighs, pulling him yet closer, and he could feel himself break out in goosebumps.

“I’ll never share you with anyone, pet.” Whumper let him pull back a little, only to keep him rigidly still as they started trailing sloppy kisses down his neck. “I’d never betray that sweetness like that.”

#ask res #whumpsday #whump #whump drabble #noncon touching #noncon kissing #body control #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #possessive whumper #res writes

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scratchandplaster · 1 year

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FEBUWHUMP 2023 DAY 16 - Semi-conscious

CW: recapture, drugging, intimate Whumper, non-con kiss

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Hero tried to escape again.

Naturally, they didn't get very far; Henchman caught them shortly after they sneaked out the main building. They were so careful and planned every step in advance, but in all their eager forgot to calculate Villain's increased security personnel. Whatever had been in the vial Henchman forced down their gullet just moments prior, made their vision swim.

The treetops radiated with the light bursting through them, Hero basked in the golden rays of the August sun, the worries about Villain's reaction fading far away. Of course, they would be upset with them, but that little detail didn't matter right now. The leaves-

The next time their eyes opened, they were inside the manor walls. Unsure about how many minutes had passed, Hero tried to focus again on the lights above. The sun had been replaced by the dim chandelier overhead the dinner table, seeming to cast light with a halo-like sheen across the room.

Somewhere deep inside their mind, they recognized their prison, the building they were trapped in for the last few weeks. But that thought was now buried, washed away by the dust particles floating through the air gracefully, like a gentle fall of snow during the winter months...

"-you listening?" a faint voice called out to them. Maybe Hero should snap back, stand up to fight their way out again. But not now, they loved to just stare for a little while longer. The worries of tomorrow could wait.

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Villain waited for a response, even shaking their captive didn't seem to change the blank stare towards the ceiling. They looked peaceful, a certain calm was radiating from their limp form, slumped in their designated chair. As if looking right through them, Hero let their droopy eyes roll from side to side, untroubled by the world around them.

There was something Villain didn't expect: a light smile danced around Hero's lips, even though dry and ripping, but content nonetheless.

"How much did you give them?", they asked Henchmen, all the while petting Hero's hair gently, a gesture of affection they were normally punished for with vicious resistance.

"The - the whole thing," they answered uncertain, not wanting to risk any consequences for possibly damaging the precious good, "I wanted to ensure a safe transport and-"

"You can leave now," their boss interrupted them calmly, an unusual luster to their eyes. Henchman would keep all their fingers for today. "You may all go, enjoy your day off."

With that, the two enemies were left alone. Villain sat down next to their guest, filled with artificial bliss the potion still pumped through their system, Hero didn't even bat an eye at their gentle touches anymore.

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From time to time, they could see quick shadows interrupting the surrounding snow, brushing hair from their face or taking their pulse. Rationally, Hero should have known it would come to something like this, after rejecting the invitations of their nemesis countless times. They were slowly gaining back some control about their mind and body, exhausted but still prepared to start the fight anew.

Suddenly, a kind but firm hand took hold of their head to tilt it back. Thin liquid started to coat the inside of their mouth, like cherry wine but way too bitter, making Hero quickly gulp it down with a confused moan. The aftertaste was horrifyingly familiar.

"That's it," Villain purred against their ear, so close, the distance between them was barely more than a hair's breadth. They continued to keep Hero's head between their hands, stopping the vertigo for just a moment, before the candles in front of them started to lose shape again. Their flicker smeared across their view like an oil painting and smothered them into a forced ease.

"I think I will keep you like this, at least for a bit longer..."

Hero's inner screams deafened in an instant, the only feeling left were the soft lips of Villain against their own.

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Febuwhump 2023 Masterlist]

@febuwhump

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spookyboywhump · 1 month

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Hi have a snippet

CW: intimate whumper, noncon kiss

He knew that it was too late after the first kiss. Nicholas had pinned him to the floor after beating him relentlessly, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists down in one hand, he looked him over as if admiring the work he had done. Alexei had glared at him, blood smeared all down his face, his nose bloodied and his lip busted, he snarled at Nicholas to get off him, and he saw something change in Nicholas’ eyes. He looked at him hungrily, and finally, he attacked, holding his wrists in a bruising grip while the other hand held his face still, Alexei’s whines were muffled by Nicholas’ lips pressing against his, it hurt, and even in the moment it wasn’t lost on him how the man was violent and possessive in everything he did, even down to just kissing him.

It took all his strength to free his hands and fight him off, yelling at him about how he was disgusting, a creep, how he was going to kill him for doing that, but they both knew he was severely weakened at this point, Nicholas had just laughed as he chained him up to the wall for the night. Once he’d been left alone, he cried for hours.

#wip stuff #my writing #Alexei #Nicholas #slowly but surely progressing through my projects with them #intimate whumper #noncon kissing

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whumpatorium · 3 months

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Whump Prompt #2

Superpowered Whumper brings Human Whumpee to the brink of death/passing out, and the only way for Whumpee to stay alive/conscious is to force themselves to kiss and keep themselves close to Whumper’s body. Bonus points if railing is involved.

#creepy and intimate whumper #whump ideas #whump prompts #whump community #whump writing #whumpblr #whump scenario #whumpee #whump tropes #whump #whump prompt #whumpuary2024 #nonconwhump #noncon kissing

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 1 year

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I only listened to this Christmas cover the entire time I drew this

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evilwriter37 · 14 days

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Initiation

Rated: explicit

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, torture, blood, blood drinking, non-consensual kissing, non-consensual touching

Relationships: Viggo/Hiccup

Word Count: 5,016

Summary: A cabin in the mountains sounds like a fun, perfect get-away to Hiccup, but Viggo has something else planned, something much more sinister.

Created for @anyfandomdarkbingo.

Square filled: Hazing

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skumhuu · 3 months

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These last pages are exquisite ❤️

I love Nightmare's expression right after the kiss, apparently it was even better than he'd imagined!

Dream looks absolutely adorable with his cheeks squeased like this!

Thank you!! I forgot to answer this for pages 15-16 but you are so so very right just look at this man:

He's very pleased with himself, this bastard man XD

And Dream's face is so squishy and soft <3

#ask #anon #throne comic #suggestive #noncon kissing

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feverdreamsanddelusions · 4 months

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[tw intimate whumper, noncon kissing, noncon touching, conditioning, captivity]

"N-no," Whumpee breathed, muscles locking up in sheer terror and disgust as Whumper leaned in to press a kiss to their cheek. They didn't have the energy — or the courage — to scream about it anymore. They weren't being rude... they were pleading. "Please. I don't– I don't want this, please..."

Whumper moved even closer, completely trapping them against the wall. The best Whumpee could do was turn their head to the side and squeeze their eyes shut, but even that was futile when they were grabbed by the chin, helpless to let their captor position them however they pleased. "Feeling polite tonight?" Whumpee could hear the smirk in their voice without looking.

They would have to swallow the mockery if they wanted to get anywhere.

"Yes, sir." They held their breath, hoping the title came across as sincere instead of the taunt Whumpee wished it could've been. When Whumper didn't hit them, they cautiously opened their eyes, relieved to see them taken aback. "Please?"

It was their last... line of defence? Resort? Lifeline? And frankly, it wasn't much. Relying on the humanity and mercy of a soulless monster who had kidnapped and tortured them for weeks now was a hopeless gamble. But it was all they had: genuine desperation, and a willingness to show some vulnerability.

Whenever Whumpee had put on an act of defiance, Whumper responded in kind, breaking them down brutally and without an ounce of pity. Whenever they had grown too tired to physically protest, their captor had held them and feigned care, cooing and running gentle fingers through their hair. So maybe now that they were being earnest and giving Whumper exactly what they wanted... maybe now, they would consider indulging them just a little. Just for the night.

"You're tired of fighting, aren't you?" Whumper asked softly, moving their hand to cup Whumpee's cheek. "It's understandable. It gets pretty damn tiring, after a while."

Whumpee made a half-hearted attempt to pull away, but one warning glance from Whumper was enough to keep them in line. But they were hopeful. Whumper's tone was almost caring, if they allowed themself to dream a little. "Please, stop touching me. I can't– I can't do this. Not tonight."

"I don't want you to think I don't appreciate this change in attitude. I do." Whumper leaned in for another kiss on the cheek, and Whumpee shivered. "And I can and will reward you for it. But the thing is... I can't reward you by going against everything I expect from you."

No. No, they couldn't– they couldn't– they were being so polite! They were well-behaved! They were honest, they– they'd debased themself appropriately!

Whumpee felt panic rising in their chest as Whumper went in for a real kiss this time, pressing their lips against theirs, slowly and sweetly like it was all consensual. Whumpee placed both of their hands on their captor's chest, not really making an effort to push them away yet. They didn't have the strength; neither physical, nor mental.

"I'm going to reward you by being gentle," Whumper murmured. "And we don't have to do much either. We can take it slow, and I can just show you how it could be, if you were to behave. It doesn't have to be that constant fighting, Whumpee. We can spend a nice night together."

"B-but– but I don't– please, I don't want–"

"Shh, listen to what I'm telling you, love." They placed their own hand on top of Whumpee's, and Whumpee realised they still weren't trying to shove them away. "We're going to spend this night together either way. Because I want to. But it doesn't have to be torture."

Tears were streaming down their face by this point, and they made no move to wipe them away. There was no point. The worst part was how their abused mind jumped at the sliver of comfort the words offered, even though it was less than the bare minimum. It was still a promise of endless coercion and violation.

"Okay," they heard themself say anyway. Their voice was thick with painful resignation, yet light enough that they weren't even sure they'd said it once their mouth had stopped moving. They didn't want to believe they'd said it.

But Whumper smiled, giving them another peck on the lips. "It really can be nice, you know. Even if you don't believe me yet. Let me show you how accomodating I can be, whenever I don't have to worry about you clawing my eyes out."

#whump #whump drabble #intimate whumper #noncon kissing #noncon touching #captivity #conditioning #res writes

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ooo-yeah-baby · 1 year

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Marriage

Yandere Billy Andrews x Reader

I only write sfw, noncon kissing & hugging, forced marriage, AWAE Billy Andrews :( I swear I'm not a Billy fangirl, not proof read, f!reader, it's so long huh, feel free to send requests

Billy was pretty much the bane of any sensible persons existence. He was rotten to his gross, misogynistic core. He was crude and violent and generally annoying. Everyday he'd pester you and the other girls in the school house.

His interest in you was tiresome. Always chasing after you to sling his arm over your shoulders while mocking your friends, asking invasive questions about your life, calling you strange nicknames like "sweetheart" and "honey." Sometimes he'd even randomly touch your hair if you sat by the window during lunch. He gave you the creeps.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much of an option when it came to who you were around in Avonlea. It wasn't really known for being a huge town on the island. Most people knew one another and everyone who could afford to do it sent their children to the school house.

Your family was comfortable, they weren't really rich, at least not as rich as the Berry's, but they didn't have to scrimp and save like some families. The only thing your parents really had to worry about was finding you a proper husband.

You were'nt really worried about it. They'd find someone suitable for you. Someone with decent social standing and proper manners. And of course it had to be someone in your age group. They weren't going to give their precious daughter to some geezer.

You were nearing 17 when they began asking you if there was anyone who caught your fancy. You'd always shake your head and make some little jest about the boys in school being unbearably boyish.

Sometimes you'd rant about Billy and the nuisance that he is. Your face would go red with rage as you explained his antics of the day. How he hung off of you during lunch, while you tried to push him off. How he spit out incessant questions about your personal life. How you could feel him staring at you during class, as if you were some kind of funny play at the theater.

Your parents must have gravely misunderstood your pink head for a blushy-lovey look, because one day you came home from spending a delightful Sunday with your friends after church to Billy Andrews, smirking at you in your living room.

"Marriage?" You questioned your parents. "With Billy?" They nodded in response, cleaning the mess from dinner spent with that boy. He had gone home already and you were fuming with confusion.

"He sent a marriage request a few months ago and we replied that we would think it over, taking your best interest into consideration." Your mother replied, shaking the water from her hands into the sink.

"How could you do this when I have told you about how horrible he is?" You slumped into a chair at the table, slamming your head onto the wood.

"He seems like a good boy. He was very respectful." Your mother began. Your father just nodded, it didn't seem like he was going to join the conversation. "He promised to treat you well, let you pursue your career, and you would marry after you finish college." She turned to you and patted your head for you to lift it off the table. "If someone else comes around then we will see what we can do to anull the engagement but for now you can expect to marry him." Her face bore a sympathetic smile. "Just be kind to him. It seems as though that boy likes you."

With that, you huffed up to your room to go to bed.

You couldn't sleep though. Not a wink. Just knowing that tomorrow you'd have to see his smug face made your stomach turn.

The next day, as you neared your front door to leave for school, you noticed a familiar form standing by the window. It looked like he was trying to hide so he could pop out when you exited. You weren't gonna have that. You took your back door and treked through the field into the path that'd take you to the school house. Luckily Billy didn't see your little escape.

Billy was late to school. It was obvious that it had taken him an embarrassing amount of time to realize you weren't going to walk through that door.

He was rather quiet. He didn't make any snide comments or bewildering remarks. His presence was somehow tolerable.

Until lunch.

Billy strutted over to you as you stood to join the other girls in their circle. He sat down next to you and pulled your arm to make you sit.

"Hey! Billy what are you doing?" You winced, pulling your arm back and scooting away from him.

"We're eating together today." He said as he opened your lunch basket.

"No. I'm eating with my friends." You start to stand but Billy pulls you back to sitting, scooting closer to you in the process. He moves his fingers to clasp your hand as he takes an apple out of your lunch.

"With those urchins? I'm sure I'm much better company." He bites the apple and it makes an obnoxious crunching sound.

"If youre good company then I suppose I prefer lousy company." You rebuttaled, rolling your eyes. Your hand tried to wiggle its way out of Billy's grasp but his grip only tightened.

"It won't kill you to eat with me." Your friends were staring with concern. You gave them a look hoping theyd understand that you wanted to be saved from your current situation but none of them seemed to speak facial expressions. You spent the rest of lunch with Billy's fingers intertwined in yours and his voice ringing in your right ear. You'd try to tune him out but every so often you could feel him squeeze your hand gently and hear him ask if you're listening.

At the end of the day you tried to hurry out of the school house as fast as you possibly could but the girls stopped you.

"What was that about at lunch?" Ruby questioned. You could tell she was romanticizing the whole ordeal and it'd be hard to convince her it wasn't some kind of great romance story.

"Billy is such a nuisance!" You groaned as you gathered your books and began walking to the back of the school house to get your hat and coat. The girls followed.

"Do you need help? I mean, I don't know exactly what we would do but we could certainly try!" Anne chirped. You could tell she was worried.

Before you could respond you heard a familiar voice call your name.

"Y/N! Let's go!" He walked up and grabbed your hand, dragging you out the door.

"See you tomorrow, girls!" You said as you waved to your friends.

Billy walked fast. And he wasn't letting go of your hand.

"You're rather slow." He complained.

"You're rather fast." You rolled your eyes at him. Once you two got to the edge of the forest, Billy stopped walking and turned to you.

"You're in quite a mood today." He moved his hands to your shoulders. "Perk up sweet-heart." His lips curled into a smirk as his arm slithered over your shoulder and he began walking again.

"I don't think I will, Billy." You said, pushing his arm off of you. "I don't think you're stupid. You are fully aware that I don't want to marry you." You folded your arms and sped up your pace, causing Billy to fumble and scurry after you like an abandoned puppy. "I'd rather die an old maid than marry you."

"Well it's a good thing it's not up to you then." He tried to grab your hand again but you pulled it away. Instead he shoved his hands into his pockets. "Why are you so against me being your husband?" You could tell he was getting mad but that was besides the point. You were frustrated and otherwise done with the situation.

"Because I do not like you, Billy!" You huffed.

"What do you not like about me?" He grabbed your shoulders, firmly and stopped you from walking.

You scoffed at his question.

"What is there to like?"

Billy stared at you. His expression was somewhere between confusion and anger. It kind of scared you.

You felt him start to push you. After a few steps you felt your back hit a tree. His hands moved down to your wrists and held them, not too roughly but definitely not gently.

"Billy what are you-"

He pressed his lips to yours, rather aggressively.

You struggled to free yourself from his grip but he was much stronger than you.

When he finally pulled from his forced kiss he looked at you, analyzing your reaction.

As the tears streamed down your face he pulled you in for an unwanted hug. His hand brushed down your hair trying to calm you.

"It's going to be okay." He mumbled in your ear.

#anne of green gables #anne with an e #noncon kissing #awae fanfic #billy andrews #yandere billy andrews #apple aka asshole #yandere concept #yandere sfw

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t0rture-me · 2 years

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Cat and Mouse - BTHB

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Conditioning requested by @whumpsday

Characters: Danny, Ciaran (OCs, Cat and Mouse)

knife = requested

bandaid = this prompt!

smiley = done!

[TW pet whump, conditioning, abuse/general violence, vampire whumper, creepy whumper, nonconsensual touch (nonsexual), nonconsensual kissing (nonsexual)]

"Pet~" Ciaran called from the other room, "Come over here."

Danny scrambled up from where he'd been sitting in front of the TV with Marcus, quickly walking to the source of his voice.

"Come sit here, darling." He cooed, watching Danny walk into the room. Danny immediately complied, kneeling on the floor in front of the vampire. Ciaran smirked to himself, training humans without persuasion really had turned out to be fun. And he seemed quite good at it, he thought to himself, mentally patting himself on the back. "Things got much nicer for you once you started behaving, eh, mouse?"

"Y-yes, Master." Danny answered blankly. A voice in the back of his head reminded him that he never really fought back to begin with, but he shoved that thought away. It was easier to just agree with him. It was always easier to just do whatever he wanted.

"Do you remember what I told you when you first got here? I never really kept up with reminding you of those things, but I want to see if you remember even though it's been a few months."

Danny furrowed his brow, wracking his brain for the answer he was looking for. So many things had happened in those first few days, he wasn't really sure if he remembered any of it or if those were just far-gone nightmares.

"Oh, you stupid little thing." Ciaran tsked when Danny had taken too long to answer. "Forgetting your lessons so quickly?"

"N-no!" Danny gasped, his hands fidgeting in his lap. "N-no, I'm s-s-sorry. I kn-know it I-I j-just-"

"Hush, pet." He warned. "It's ok that you've forgotten. That just means I need to teach you again, right?"

"W-wait, I- It's that I'm n-nothing, right? I-'m nothing b-but prey, I-I'm less than pr-prey, I'm n-nothing." Danny babbled, hoping he found the right answer from his foggy memories. He looked up at the vampire with naively hopeful eyes. "Th-that's it, right?"

A sharp smack knocked him off of his knees to the ground. He took a shuddering breath, his hand cupping his stinging cheek.

"Don't interrupt me, mouse." Honey-sweet venom dripped from Ciaran's voice. Danny was right, Ciaran knew as much, but it was just so fun to toy with him. "Now, you may be right, but that wasn't all of it."

He pressed a shoe down on Danny's shoulder, not hard, but enough. He could feel his delicious shaking under his foot. Yeah, he had picked a good one.

"I'm s-sorry, s-s-sorry." He gasped out. Mistake. The foot on his shoulder lashed out for his chin. The bittersweet copper taste of blood filled his mouth. Was apologizing bad, he wondered? No, no, speaking in general got him in trouble. Keep your mouth shut, idiot, he scolded himself.

Had he actually done anything wrong? No, of course not. But that was one of the many things that Ciaran loved to teach poor Danny.

"You will not disobey. That was another one, don't you remember? Tsk tsk, interrupting your master twice now, what a bad little mouse."

Danny wanted to plead with him, to beg forgiveness, but the only noise coming from the small man on the ground was shaking breaths and trapped whimpers. He kept his eyes trained to the ground, it was all he could do.

"And you're wasting my precious food, dripping blood from your mouth like that. You may be a stupid pet but you're still delicious, so-" Danny felt himself get lifted by the scruff of the shirt he'd been kindly granted. Ciaran effortlessly slid him into his lap, pulling him forward into an uncomfortable kiss.

Ciaran's tongue invaded his mouth, lapping up the small pools of blood gathering in Danny's cheeks. He whimpered and whined and squirmed, but didn't dare pull away or try to push the vampire off of him. This was unpleasant, it was violating and awful. But he wasn't being hurt. He just had to remind himself of that. It was awful, but it didn't hurt.

"Can't let any of you go to waste, pet." Ciaran cooed, finally breaking the kiss. "Did that give you time to think about what other lessons you've forgotten?"

Danny nearly started weeping. Yes, he remembered now. He remembered why Ciaran would do something like that. He would never be attracted to a human, he knew that. No, it was a show of dominance, of power.

"Y-you-" Danny started, his voice cracking. "Y- M-my m-masters c-c-an do wh-whatev-v-v-ver they w-want t-t-to me, and I'm p-p-powerl-less to st-stop them."

"Very good, my little mouse." Ciaran hummed, shoving Danny unceremoniously from his lap. "Run along now."

Danny wasted no time. The second he was permitted to leave, he scurried straight to the basement. He didn't want to watch a movie with Marcus so much anymore.

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