#nsfwhump
Another amazing month of Whumptober has come and gone. Everything I posted this year has strictly been on AO3, but I figured a post here would help people find my work! The theme this year follows my book characters - demigods and gods - through their Hellish lives. @whumptober2021
- The Wolf-God’s Daughter-guns, rape mention, hog-tied, painful transformation, whump of a minor
- Lightning’s Wrath-character deaths, blood, suicide mention, whump of a minor, decapitation, choking, electrocution
- Don’t Let Me Die Here- burning, knives, blood, waterboarding, breaking bones, familial abuse, major character death, whump of a minor
- In the Temple of my Father-familial abuse, slow torture, branding, cauterization, fire, whump of a minor
- The Dragon of Gold-death, painful transformation
- The Son of the Beast-captivity, bruises, starving
- The Unholy Dead-gore, character death, zombies, mutilation, whump of a minor
- Unanswered Prayers-blood, coughing, character death, whump of a minor
- Surprise- blood, major character death, rape, gore, brutal death, dismemberment, whump of a minor
- Grace-labor, hospital, character death, stillbirth, burial
- Let Me See-blood, self-harm, shouting, whump of a minor
- She is Mine- rape, bondage, nsfwhump, pregnancy
- Sweet Child of Mine-child abuse, teen pregnancy, abortion mention, child rape mention, gun, broken bones, whump of a minor
- Where Do We Go From Here?-panic attack, eye injury, blood, character death, decapitation, whump of a minor
- Just Heal Me- infection, blurry vision, field medicine, whump of a minor
- Warmth-character death mention, scars, all-around soft
- Little Runaways-child abuse, pregnancy mention, rape mention, broken bones, blood, whump of a minor
- Get On Your Knees and Beg for Mercy-death mention, blood, begging
- One Beastly Bastard-nsfwhump, rape, somewhat bestiality
- Please, Stay With Me-major character death
- I’m Okay. I Promise -scales being ripped out, blood, field medicine, whump of a minor
- I Hate You-major character death, blood, choking
- A Present for a Prince-human auction, rape mention, pregnancy mention, dehumanization
- I Remember Everything-rape mention, nudity, child abuse mention, child neglect mention, whump of a minor
- For All Time, Always-death mention, nursing
- Forbidden-major character death, nsfwhump, blood, wing kink, infidelity
- Hold Me Tight, Tonight-past child abuse mention
- Alone-possession, cauterization, major injury, whump of a minor
- Work All Day-child abuse, child labor, slavery, whipping, whump of a minor
- The Valkyries-war, death, pregnancy, rape mention, nudity, guilt
- Mother-blood, major character death, whump of a minor
Creepy/intimate whumper things
- Using their belt to strangle whumpee
- Digging their fingers into bruises
- Gentle kisses that turn into bites
- Telling Whumpee that they belong to them
- Caressing Whumpee while they’re tied up and blindfolded
- Putting their fingers into Whumpee’s mouth, knowing they’re too afraid to bite
- Placing a knife or gun in Whumpee’s mouth
- Slowly undressing Whumpee or making Whumpee undress themselves in front of Whumper
- Telling Whumpee how good they look when they’re bruised and bleeding
- Kissing Whumpee’s wounds
- Licking the blood off from Whumpee’s skin
- Whispering Whumpee’s dirty secrets into their ear while hurting them
- Making Whumpee choose between being tortured and letting Whumper touch them
- Whumper manipulating/killing anyone close to Whumpee to isolate them
(Making a part 2 of this. R is gonna be Rowen, L is gonna be Leo, G is gonna be Greyson. Noncon warning etc etc, but this time it’s just mentioned/talked about)
As Rowen finally returned to the resistance army’s camp, he reminded himself of the only plan he had:
He would not say how he really got these documents.
The other soldiers who saw him arrive were shocked to see him again. “Dude, where were you?!” Rowen had heard. His head was still foggy from the sheer shock of what he had been through earlier and the process of hearing words, comprehending them, thinking up a response and then finally verbalizing it was especially slow when it used to be instant.
“I was on… a mission.” Rowen managed.
“But General Leo said he ordered you to not do anything! He was worried sick, he had sent out search parties–”
“–It was um. Self appointed?” Rowen said with a forced smile.
Naturally, he was sent to Leo’s office.
When Rowen had come face to face with Leo for the first time since their argument, something finally clicked with him.
It was odd, looking back on the before and after. Before, Leo had kept him a bit too close. Rowen was always kept off of dangerous missions and he felt he was being underestimated.
And then after– after Rowen had gone out on his own anyways, everything had changed.
But of course Rowen had no intentions of letting Leo actually know that.
“Where were you?” Leo asked. He didn’t seem angry, rather his voice sounded more worried with a hint of relief that Rowen was finally back– but perhaps also quite disappointed that his orders weren’t followed.
“I had… infiltrated the nearby barracks of the Empire’s army.”
“Against my orders.”
“R-Right, I– I apologize but–” Rowen lifted the strap of his satchel off his shoulder, and handed the bag to Leo, “I found some documents. About– about the enemy, you should look at them.”
Leo seemed skeptical but he took the stack of papers out of the bag. As he skimmed over the contents, his eyes began to widen. “This is…” he turned to another page, “You have information on their stations, where they’re getting their supplies, what merchant caravans they plan to meet up with– are you sure this is legitimate?”
“Well…” Rowen recited the lie he had mentally practiced on the way here, “They didn’t want me to have it, that’s for sure! A soldier who caught me with them attacked me to try and take them back– I won that battle though, as you can see… since I’m standing in front of you right now. I made a break for it back here as soon as that was over.”
Leo glanced up from the documents to get a look at Rowen’s face. “I see. That explains the bruises you got.”
Rowen couldn’t help but flush red and freeze up when the realreason for the bruises came back to him. He had bruises on his face? That must’ve been from when that man had pushed him to the ground and he didn’t have a chance to catch himself, right before–
“Hold on, do you have any injuries that need patching up?” Leo asked.
“Injuries?” Rowen echoed, not sure how to proceed. His lies he prepared in advance hadn’t covered lines of questioning like this. “N-No, I… don’t think so, it was over pretty quickly.”
Leo didn’t take his eyes off Rowen for a second as he set the documents and satchel on his desk behind him and approached Rowen, eyeing… his neck?
“Wha–” Before Rowen could protest, Leo held onto Rowen’s shoulder with one hand and lowered the collar of his shirt with the other.
“Someone strangled you? Just how bad was that fight?” Leo asked, his voice growing more concerned. “This looks serious, I should send you to the infirmary to–”
“It’s fine!” Rowen slapped away the hand on his collar and took a step back– bumping into the door. His heart pounded at the thought that his cover could be blown and his breathing grew unsteady.
More noticeable to Leo though, was the fact that Rowen’s face was completely red.
Leo looked down on Rowen, his gaze as scrutinizing as ever. Rowen felt that Leo could see right through him– see through his clothing to see all the ways his body had been violated, and could see past his lies and right into his mind where he could witness the memory of the incident itself.
“Rowen…” Leo spoke softly, softer than Rowen thought was possible from him, “this soldier– the one who fought you and tried to take back these documents– did they rape you?”
“What?! No!” Rowen’s protest was immediate and not at all convincing. “What kind of a– why would you even jump to that conclusion?!”
Leo blatantly using the word “rape” had a way of making Rowen losing any cool he thought he had had. Rowen had thought of it in other ways– a violation, “the incident”, something he had been through– but the blunt way Leo was making him confront the gravity of what had happened to him caused everything to fall apart.
“It was a bit hard to tell at first glance, given the way it blended into the bruises from strangulation, but… there’s very clearly a hickey on your neck.” Leo said.
Rowen could barely feel the door at his back or his feet on the ground. “N-No there’s not! It’s just, it’s just from the strangulation– you’re just seeing things–”
“Take off your clothes.” Leo said, and at that moment, Rowen’s soul left his body.
“..W-Why?”
“If my suspicions are correct, there will be more similar marks along the rest of your body. If they’re wrong, there will be nothing more than typical bruises and I will sincerely apologize for overstepping and coming to the conclusion that I did.”
Rowen felt his legs give in and he began to slide down the door behind him. Typical bruises? No, there would be bite marks and hickeys all over his back and chest. His memory was foggy– he was really zoned out at the time– but that man… a general, his name might’ve been Greyson or something– Greyson had taken a sick pleasure in “marking” him, making him cry out in pain as his teeth pierced his skin.
A sob escaped from Rowen’s throat and his vision blurred as he started to cry. He slid all the way down and sat on the floor.
It was over. Everything was over– Leo would never look at him the same way again. He would never be trusted on another mission, probably kicked out of the army that he had trained so hard to join. Rowen’s throat burned and humiliation overtook him, clouding his mind with nothing but hopelessness.
“Rowen.” Leo said firmly, now kneeling down in front of him– at his level. “What did they do to you? Where are you hurt?”
Rowen didn’t have it in him to lie anymore. “He– he made me, he made me use my– my mouth. And then. And then my–” pure humiliation boiled in his gut. He couldn’t bring himself to say it, hoping Leo would take the hint.
“I see.” Leo seemed to understand. “How did you get away? You said he caught you taking documents and then attacked you– which escalated to violating you, correct?”
Rowen shook his head. “N-No. I, I lied, it wasn’t– it was a general. The one ordering everyone around at that place, he caught me in his office. He said he would let me go, and let me take those documents– if I…” he trailed off, biting his tongue and digging his nails into his upper arm. He was angry.
“He just let you take them? Wouldn’t they probably be fakes, then?”
“He said he didn’t– he didn’t really care, he just wanted money for doing his job, and it didn’t matter to him who won the war. B-But maybe they are fake. I don’t know.”
Leo thought about it for a moment, processing everything. “How bad are your injuries? Are you… having any trouble walking? Did he draw blood? We need to make sure that doesn’t get infected.”
Rowen winced. “Y-Yeah. I’m. I’m… going to need a medic.”
“I’ll take you there, then.” Leo reached out a hand. “Do you need help standing? You can lean on me as we go.”
Rowen hesitated. He blinked away his tears, which seemed to have stopped for now, and he could see the hand in front of him more clearly. “Don’t you– aren’t you going to… kick me out of the army? I, I went against orders and failed miserably,you were right, I’m too fucking incompetent to–”
“We can worry about that later. For now we need to get you patched up. You can at least follow that order, can’t you?”
As Rowen slowly made his way to the infirmary with the help of Leo, he was trembling too hard to realize that Leo was trembling too– from vehement and overwhelming anger.
It was the most vivid dream Darius had had in a while.
He could still remember the ways Alastor had touched him– holding his hips, petting his hair, pulling him into his lap as he held his jaw and kissed him deeply, groping his ass and chest.
But more than anything, Darius remembered how much he enjoyed it.
In the dream– the nightmare, he had kissed back. He had leaned into Alastor’s gentle touches (why were they gentle?) and grinded against him, begging for more.
Darius had pressed up against him, kissing his neck and leaving marks, taking satisfaction in the way he made Alastor moan. His heart skipped a beat when Alastor spoke softly in his ear, telling him how beautiful he was, what a good job he was doing.
It didn’t make any fucking sense. Darius hated it, more than anything. He knew he didn’t want it, he knew that all those times his lord had called him a whore were nothing more than cheap, empty taunts.
There was no denial, no deep-seated desires burried somewhere within him. That was the truth.
So why the hell did he dream as if there were?
(Contains pretty explicit noncon, wars/armies and whatnot)
The new recruit ( R ) of the resistance army was sick of being kept off of dangerous missions. Their Leader (L) had gotten a bit too attached to him and even started to think of him as a son. Because of that, he wouldn’t let R put himself in danger– but R felt he was being looked down upon and wanted to prove his competence, thinking “You don’t need to worry about me. I can handle danger on my own and I’ll prove it to you.”
So he tries to infiltrate the Empire’s ranks to get information.
—
It was all going so well. R was so close– he had managed to get into a General’s (G) office and find documents that they absolutely do not want in enemy hands. G was out for the night, he’d be safe, he just needed to get out and–
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Abruptly, G came into the office staring daggers at R, who could only freeze.
But G was oddly relaxed. “You know, I don’t really mind all this infiltration stuff you’re doing. I’m not too attached to the Empire– I’m just here for the coin. If you make it worth my while… I’ll let you go, and even let you take all those documents.”
R couldn’t believe his ears. “M-Make it worth your while…? What do you mean, what do I need to–”
“Get on your knees and blow me.” G said with a smile, relishing in the way R’s face fell and turned completely red.
“I… what?!” R shook his head, “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious.”
R couldn’t say a thing, couldn’t look G in the eyes. He could only stand there frozen in time.
G sighed. “Oh, you won’t take my generous offer? Well– if you’d prefer to be executed–”
“Wait!” R cried out. “I’ll…” he screwed his eyes shut, face burning. “I’ll do it.”
And so, he kneeled down.
R thought he could just get this over with. But no amount of mental preparation could possibly keep him calm as it actually happened. G taunted him as he gagged, choked, and started to cry. And to R’s horror the more he cried the harder G got. It seemed like the tears did more to turn him on than whatever he was doing with his mouth.
At one point G abruptly grabbed R by the hair and pulled him off of him. R looked up, confused.
“Change of plans…” G murmured, voice coated in lust, “I’m going to fuck you.”
R had never felt more despair before in his life. He could only weakly shake his head, “You– you said I just needed to–”
“Come on, this is good, you’re perfect, just a little more… and I’ll let you go.”
R couldn’t think. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear, couldn’t feel the floor underneath him because he had gone so numb– all his senses were out of order but taste, the taste, invading every corner of his mouth and nearly making him throw up– and now G was going to go even further, R was already broken beyond repair but G wasn’t done.
Since he didn’t protest any further, G threw him to the ground to take him.
R couldn’t stop himself from screaming. The pain was blinding and intense beyond words. G just clamped a hand over his mouth and held him in place as he squirmed beneath him, perfectly trapped. Every single moment R thought it couldn’t get any worse and time and time again he was proven wrong as the pain and humiliation reached new heights.
As G trembled and released inside of him, R could only feel relief. Any disgust he should’ve felt was overshadowed by thoughts of ‘It’s over. It’s done. No more.’
Something fell next to R’s face. Papers.
“Mission accomplished…” G said. “You did a wonderfuljob.”
hey nsfwhump-mania followers long time no see let’s talk about begging
begging is so great in nsfwhump scenarios
you got whumpee begging for it to stop
you got whumpee begging for it just to be over already, to get on with it
you got conditioned whumpee begging for whumper to touch them
you got caretaker begging whumper to take them instead of whumpee, and vice versa
you got whumpee begging whumper not to kill them and just fuck them instead (or the other way around)
lots of opportunities. add yours down below
I love these! A few more that come to mind:
whumpee begging for the assault to happen a different way (“please just use my mouth” or “I won’t fight you - just untie me, please, I can’t breathe like this” or “I’ll submit, but I can’t stop myself from struggling - please just tie me down”)
whumpee begging a future partner/caretaker to help them recreate parts of the abuse for potentially unhealthy repetition compulsion reasons (“are you gonna fuck me like you mean it or what?”) or for potentially healthy healing/processing reasons (“think I might need you to hold me down. can- can you do that for me?”)
whumpee begging for caretaker or other witnesses not to watch (“don’t look- fuck, please, god, caretaker, cover your eyes- ”)
whumpee begging for caretaker or other witnesses not to turn away (“caretaker, please, hold my hand - don’t let go - tell me when it’s over- ”)
whumpee begging for gentleness (“please - fuck, please, slow down, it hurts- ”)
whumpee begging for harshness (“this isn’t lovemaking - if you’re going to rape me, just fucking doit”)
whumpee being made to beg for the abuse so as to avoid a worse punishment (“please- fucking hell,please, no, only you- only want you- don’t- don’t share me- justwannabeyoursplease- ” or “fuck me, fuck me, please, not that, not that again, pleasegodIwantyoutofuckmeplease- ”)
“Needy”
Tw: Nsfwhump, DubCon, Drugged, Begging, Manipulation, Finger Sucking, Teasing.
Whumpee on their knees, lips parted, panting heavily with a flush of red spread across their cheeks begging their Whumper to be able to please them.
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“Mh, want you sir.. need you sir..” They cooed lustfully, nuzzling their cheek against Whumper’s knee, rocking their hips gently so that their heels perfectly teased their sweet spot, “please sir.."
Whumper smirked at their heated, eager form while reaching down and taking Whumpee’s chin between their fingers, lightly tracing their thump around Whumpee’s soft, tender lips, watching them eagerly open their mouths a little wider as Whumper teased the tip of Whumpee’s tongue with their thumb.
"Mh, you want me, do you?” Whumper lowly growled in a lustful tone while watching them nod slowly, letting out a low hum in agreement.
“Are you sure you want me? Or is it the drugs I slipped you making you want me? Hm.. better be honest with me baby."
"M'Want you.. I want to please you, Whumper.. M'please let me please you.." Whumpee could barely comprehend the words coming from Whumper’s lips, all they knew is they craved Whumper in the worst ways.
Whumper shivered faintly, hearing their softer, more needy tones and sounds while sliding his thumb into their mouth, looking down at their big eyes.
"Well? Show me what you’re capable of..” Whumper huskily cooed while using his other hand to massage the front of their black suit pants.
“And if you’re lucky, I may let you please me.."
Whumpee moaned eagerly around Whumpers thumb, closing their lips around their thumb while softly suckling, and flicking their tongue over the tip of their thumb.
Whumper shook their head faintly in amusement at seeing how quickly and efficiently these drugs had worked, but they were definitely not complaining at the change of tone per se.
They pondered for a moment before moving their thumb from Whumpee’s mouth with a faint popping noise as they replaced it with their index and middle finger, causing Whumpee’s eyes to widen suddenly as they gagged a bit from the sudden switch.
"Mh, we may need to work on that a bit more before you can heave the real thing.. If you think my fingers are hard to take, I can’t imagine how you’d deal with something a lot.. girthier ”
Whumpee shivered while nodding lightly, their gaze focused more on Whumper’s excitement as they slowly proceeded to bob their head up and down the length of Whumpers fingers, while suckling a little more.
“Maybe I spoke to soon.. You seem to be taking this like a pro.” Whumper used their other hand to lightly slap Whumpee against the cheek, causing them to let out a soft moan.
“Such a desperate thing you are..”
They used their hand to softly caress Whumpee’s cheek while steadily unzipping their suit pants and unbuttoning them.
“I suppose I have some time before my next meeting, so you better please me quickly and efficiently."
"Th-thank you sir.. M'need you so badly~"
"Oh, I know Whumpee, and I assure you, I will be the only thing you ever need.”
“My Toy” (Concept)
Tw: Nsfwhump, 18+ Theme, Non-Con, Forced To Watch, Free-Use, Pinning, Humiliation, Nudity mention.
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Whumper mercilessly fucking Whumpee for their personal pleasure in front of their henchman, or another Whumpee, or better yet, their caretaker.
Whumper softly praising them for being such a good little obedient toy.
Whumpee has no choice but to lay there, bent over Whumper’s desk stripped nude numbly with no emotion, staring into the other eyes, silently pleading for an escape from the tight grips of Whumpers hold, feeling each little movement.
The intense feelings of humiliation and embarrassment flood their senses while hot tears burn the corners of their eyes and stain their reddened cheeks.
Knowing that Whumper will only stop once they reach release, Whumpee will occasional whimper a soft moan or breathy gasp to help encourage them, though genuinely feeling disgusted with themselves during and after for doing so, but they always try to remember; It was only so Whumper would leave them and the other alone.
Caution for: BBU, pet whump, conditioning and associated tropes, “romantic” pet, noncon
Just Acting - Reflection
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There were chains in the Facility. Gleaming silver things reserved for pets who needed more correction than a brief round of discipline. 651 has hazy memories, somewhere in the white light that swallows early training, of posture correction, a chain linking her hands to the floor, her collar to the wall.
The chains in the Facility were cold and hard and unforgiving, but they were always clean. Bethany imagines a handler scrubbing the shining links with the same meticulous thoroughness that they use to scrub the pets clean.
The chain round her ankle now is black with filth – gritty, sticky, clinging oil that has left stubborn smears all over her skin and her clothes despite her best efforts not to touch it. She hatesit, with a depth of loathing that she hasn’t felt for anything since they took the shock collar away and swapped it for the one that is meant to be safe.
The other end of the chain is locked around the pipe under the sink. Bethany can reach the toilet easily, but not the shower. She can reach the door, but she knows she isn’t allowed to open it. Mostly she sits on the floor, and lets the hours slip away from her.
The decision to keep her in the bathroom wasn’t unanimous. Miss Mosley wanted to keep her in the kitchen, so that she could do the washing up and Miss Mosley wouldn’t have to unlock the pet every time she wants to use the bathroom. Mr Stefan said that she couldn’t be trusted in the kitchen, because of the back door.
Sometimes Bethany cleans the floor or the sink or the pipes – although she only has her hands and the soap, like a naughty pet who has had the cleaning cloth taken away for misusing it – just to give her something to do that isn’t losing herself in memories of training.
Sometimes she peers at her reflection in the mirror.
Sometimes it makes her cry.
No one has given her makeup since she was bought. She didn’t need it to be Handler Smith, and she didn’t need it at Johann’s place either. His hungry gaze made her feel beautiful without it, just like the handlers told her she was gorgeouslong before they started having her paint her face.
Now, though, for the first time she can remember, she feels ugly, and she wishes she had makeup to try and hide the damage.
Her lip is split and swollen. Her cheeks are always blotchy from tears. Bruising has gathered in the hollows under her eyes and trickled down the side of her nose in hideous shades of blue and green and violet.
She cries when Kyle fucks her, rough and greedy, against the lino floor.
“For fuck’s sakes, Beth, stop snivelling,” he scolds her. “You could be in my bed right now if you hadn’t run off.”
She should be glad to be used. It’s what she’s for. But she’s not glad at all. She hates it. She wants her real owner back. She wants Liv, and Johann, and even Mr. Green. Mr. Green is cold and terrifying but he let her sleep in a real bed and shower with hot water every day and wear clean clothes and feed herself out of the fridge. Here she’s lucky if they remember to bring her a sandwich a day.
“For fuck’s sakes, Beth,” she whispers to the ugly, ungrateful, miserable pet in the mirror. “Stop snivelling.”
The first day that she thinks might be the fourteenth, she is hopeful. She fidgets and paces all day, even though good pets sit still when they’re not needed. Bethany, she is starting to think, might not be a good pet after all.
Liv said two weeks at most. Liv is coming back for her.
But the light outside the grimy frosted window dims and gives way to black, and Miss Mosley drags Bethany out so she can use the bathroom and then drags her back in and locks her ankle back to the filthy, hateful chain, and the house goes quiet, and no one has come for Bethany.
She’s not sure it’s been fourteen days. It might only have been twelve. It could have been fifteen already.
“Stupid pet,” she hisses at her reflection. “Can’t even count to fourteen. Empty-headed slut.”
She doesn’t feel like Bethany, saying those words. She feels like a handler. Angry. Aggressive.
It feels better than crying on the floor.
The second day that might be the fourteenth comes and goes.
So does the third.
Where is Liv? Did she forget about her pet? Did something happen to her? Does she not want Bethany?
Looking at the weepy, ugly, misbehaving pet in the mirror, she can’t see why anyone would want Bethany. Anyone but Kyle, who just wants a warm body to fuck and doesn’t care at all if she’s pretty or well behaved.
On the first day that definitely isn’t the fourteenth any more, the pet doesn’t cry. She washes her face and her tangled, greasy hair in the sink, and she looks herself dead in the eye.
“Stupid pet,” she says. “What are you crying about?”
Her voice is cold and mocking. She watches her lip curl with contempt, and for a shocking second the woman in the mirror doesn’t look like a pet at all.
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(Part of the “Shattered Diamonds”- (formerly: “happy”)AU with @ocean-blue-whump, where Dany and her trophy husband Lorenzo have been abducted together. This is written for @whumpawoman Angstpril, “Begging” and “Self-Sacrifice”)
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CW: explicit noncon (oral), multiple whumpers, caretaker x whumpee, caretaker whump in a way?, humiliation, insults, referenced dissociation, forced to watch.
“I’m done,” Dany says, after what seems like hours, but according to the little digits in the corner of Ian’s computer it has been less than one. 51 minutes of frantically searching for matching boats, of writing messages that seem professional despite the panic clawing at her, of calling in favors she’s saved for something important. Nothing could ever be more important than this.
51 minutes of obsessive work.
51 minutes of not daring to look at her husband on the ground, trembling and whimpering.
She’s been so good. So efficient. Excellent work ethic, everyone had always said. She just hopes it’s enough.
“Done?”, Kauffmann says and idly steps in, looking at the screen over her shoulder. She can feel his breath against her neck, and all she wants to do is slam a fist into his face.
“Yes.” Her voice is surprisingly steady. “There’s others working now. They’ll do what they’re told, they’ll report in, and then I can go on. But I’m done for now.”
“Hm,” Kauffmann muses, and steps back with a grand gesture. “Well then.”
Dany is next to her husband within a heartbeat. She reaches out, but her hand freezes midair. She can’t. She can’t touch him. Not after what happened to him; what happened because of her. She’s trembling, has to close her eyes and inhale for a moment before she can speak. “Enzo,” she whispers. “Enzo, my love.“
Enzo doesn’t reply. He doesn’t even open his eyes. Just moans in pain, whimpers, cradling his dislocated arm. Dany blinks back tears. It’s on her. It’s all on her.
For@whumpawoman Angstpril! Day 22 - Threats
Sunny and Star Crew: @ashintheairlikesnow@whumpinggrounds@whumptakesthecake@justplainwhump@whumpfessional@winedark-whump@painful-pooch - let me know if you want to be added/removed!
CW: pet whump, BBU, EXPLICIT NONCON, MINORS DNI, NSFWHUMP, derogatory language, dehumanisation, guns, Rhys is his own content warning, lady whump
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Rhys is on her in a second, slamming her head against the headboard and wrapping his strong hands around her throat. “You fucking bitch,” he hisses. “You stupid fucking animal.”
A bruise is forming on his cheek, sharp and angry and swollen.
Star laughs. “That hurt, bitch?”
She hates his fucking accent, hates how rough it is in her ear as he growls, “Not as bad as you’re going to be hurting.”
“Isn’t the punishment supposed to fit the crime?”
He slams her into the headboard again. “Oh, you shouldn’t have done that.”
“Didn’t…fucking…do anything, you Irish bastard.”
Rhys starts putting pressure, cutting off her air. “Bitches don’t talk. Bitches get fucked, you cunt.”
Star has given up on surviving this, her bonded is safe and she wants this bastard far, far away from her. “Gonna kill you,” she chokes out.
“No. You’re going to take my cock like the fucked up Romantic you are. Understand?” His grip tightens.
She smirks up at him, her face turning red. “The fuck are you going to do if I don’t listen? Fuck me? Hurt me? You’re going to do that anyways.”
“I’ll take your bonded,” he hisses into her ear. “I’ll take him and I’ll ruin him and I’ll give him back once he’s a fucking shell of who he used to be. I’ll make sure when you look into his pretty eyes, there’s nothing there. He’ll just be a walking corpse.”
Star’s mouth goes dry. “Sir wouldn’t…”
“I wouldn’t test that theory. He gave me you for the night, didn’t he?” Rhys lets go of her throat, roughly grabbing her breast. “I think there’s a lot your Sir is willing to do to have my protection.”
“Your protection doesn’t mean shit, seeing how you got punched by a pet.” She makes a pouty face. “Can’t even protect yourself from a whore like me?”
“That’s right. You are a whore. At least you know that much, you stupid bitch.” Rhys takes his hands off her throat to tie her hands to the headboard and pull out a knife. “I’ll take your bonded. I’ll make him mine. Wipe any thought of you out of his head. Because you’re not actually in love. You’ve just got all those stupid programmed thoughts in your head. I’ll wipe them out. I’ll make him love me.”
“You can’t,” she hisses, fear overtaking her senses.
Rhys begins slicing apart her shirt, baring her skin to him. “Pretty tits.”
“Fuck off.”
“Watch your mouth or I’ll give you something good to do with it.” He pulls the shredded pieces of her shirt away and starts teasing her waistband with the knife. “Let’s see if you’re worth all the stress you cause Hunter, hmmm? If you’re a good Romantic slut. Because you’re sure not a worthy one.”
She spits in his face. “Your definition of worthy is fucked.”
Pure rage shoots through his eyes, and he reaches up to wipe the spit off his cheek. “Stick your fucking tongue out, cunt,” he growls. “Or I’ll fuck you with my knife and make your bonded watch.”
Star can barely comprehend the terror rushing through her, but shakily, she sticks her tongue out.
Rhys sets the knife down, pulling out a gun and turning the safety off. “Go ahead. Lick the gun.” He puts it out, rubbing it against Star’s tongue.
The bitter taste of the metal makes her gag, but she gives the gun kitten licks. Her gaze is angry and defiant, and she looks at Rhys, trying to let him see that she won’t break.
Rhys laughs. “Good cunt.” With no warning, he shoves the gun into her mouth. “Hold it. If you drop, your bonded is mine.”
Star gags at the intrusion, but closes her lips around the metal obediently. She doesn’t want to die, and even more, she doesn’t want Sunny to break.
Rhys roughly yanks her panties down, picking his knife back up to trace the crease of her thigh. “Now I see why you’re a Romantic.”
She glares at him. She can take this, it’s what she’s meant for.
Rhys undoes his pants, lining himself up with her entrance. “Don’t drop the gun. Or…”
He doesn’t need to finish his sentence.
Rhys thrusts in and Star bites down on the gun, metal scraping her teeth. Fulfilling her purpose for Sir. Like she’s meant for.
***
“Was she good?” Mr. Bianchi asks Rhys.
Rhys shrugs. “Tight. Defiant, but I fixed that.”
“What’d you do?”
“Put a gun in her mouth.”
“That’ll shut the whore up.” Mr. Bianchi finally looks over at the corner of the living room, where Rhys had discarded Star after using her. “Time to go home, puppy. Your bonded is in the car.”
Sunny. Star perks up at that, dragging herself to her feet, her inner thighs still sticky with Rhys’s spend.
Mr. Bianchi clips a leash to her collar. “Call me about our business deal tomorrow morning.”
“Sure. Thank you.”
Mr. Bianchi nods and pulls Star out the door. “Finally, you didn’t get a bad report.”
“Because he’s fucking terrifying,” she whispers, voice hoarse from the gun.
He slaps her across the face. “Dumb bitch.”
Star is tossed backwards by the hit, and he takes the chance to throw her into the car and climb in after her. He taps on the slide to let the driver to start going.
Star grabs onto Sunny, holding him tightly. “Don’t ever leave me,” she whispers. He’s here. He’s okay. She was good enough to save him this time.
“I, I won’t,” he responds, gently rubbing her back.
She did it. She kept him safe, no matter how ruined it made her. Star tightens her grip, trying to ignore the watchful, lustful gaze of Mr. Bianchi.
They all know what’s going to happen when they get home.
For@whumpawoman Angstpril! Day 12 - Forced to Watch
Cassiel Belanger belongs to @painful-pooch and is used with permission
Continued HERE (coming soon)
Across the Stars and Through the Meadow Masterlist (Cas and Star AU)
Tagging the Star crew: @ashintheairlikesnow@whumpinggrounds@whumptakesthecake@justplainwhump@whumpfessional@winedark-whump
CW: EXPLICIT NONCON, NSFWHUMP, MINORS DNI, lady whump, BBU, former pet whumpees, dehumanization, derogatory language, degradation, self-hatred, defiant whumpee, this is fairly intense so let me know if I missed anything!
***
“Excuse me.”
Star turns around, one hand on her hip, the other holding an empty glass. Tonight’s been slammed, she’s barely had a minute to breathe, let alone go pop an Advil for the pain creeping into her bones. “Give me one moment, I’m making a drink.”
The man across the bar, the one who interrupted her, sheepishly smiles. He’s not unattractive, in his late twenties. His friends have been by the pool tables for the last thirty minutes, all playing horribly. “I’m afraid it can’t exactly wait. Someone’s in the bathroom, he seems really sick and I don’t know what to do.”
“Fine.” She sets the glass down and wipes her hands off. She looks around for her knife, better safe than sorry, but swears internally when she remembers that Cas took it because he thought she was in a bad mood this morning.
Damn you, Cassiel. She glares over at the kitchen, but all he does is wave eagerly at her.
Star steps out from around the counter. “Alright. Let’s go. The sick dude, he one of your friends?”
There’s a slight pause before the man answers, something off about his voice. “No. I just went in to…you know.” His laughter sounds forced, and Star doesn’t like how close he’s standing. Her fingers twitch, wishing she had her knife.
“Actually, you know what?” She says, stopping in her tracks. “Let me go grab the bouncer, if this guy’s really that drunk, I could use the help.”
The man puts his hand on her upper back. “I’m sure he’s busy. I’ll help you out if he gets too rowdy.”
Star looks over her shoulder, but she can see Andy busy checking people in at the door and watching over the crowd. “Yeah. Okay.”
They make it to the bathroom, and the man opens the door. “After you.”
She nods at him and steps in. The lights are off, and she fumbles for the light switch, but not before she hears the door lock behind her.
Starr finds the light switch, and her heart sinks at what she sees. There’s no sick man in sight. Instead, there are three other men standing there, one holding a switchblade.
“What the fuck!” Star yells, turning around to escape, but the man from before blocks her.
“Not so fast.” He steps forward, crowding her into the center of the room. “Don’t make a sound, little boxie, or Owen will slit your throat.”
They want her to fight. They want to take her back to WRU and make her into a good Guard Dog. They want to get the pretty finder’s fee on runaway pets.
Star stares defiantly at the man, a growl escaping her throat. “Let me out and I won’t shatter your skull.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
Star whips around, seeing that each man has stepped even farther forward, boxing her in. Her heart pounds into her chest. Think. Be reasonable. If they want to take her to WRU, they probably have some drugs or something to knock her out. She just has to fight her way out of here.
She was always one hell of a fighting mutt.
Star shakes her head and takes up a defensive stance, slowly stepping around to make eye contact with each of the men. “I’ll kill you before I go back.”
“Go back where?” One of the men asks, a sadistic grin on his face.
Star stares at him. “You know where.” There’s a single beat, one half moment of silence before she lunges forward, aiming a kick at the man’s chest. It lands, and he goes stumbling backwards, but someone is grabbing Star from behind, pinning her arms behind her back.
She snarls, thrashing in the grip and shooting her leg out behind her.
Greco taught her well, she’s lucky for that, lucky she caught onto the training so quickly. She catches her attacker in the sensitive spot just above the knee and wrenches herself from his grasp. She doesn’t wait a moment before she attacks the next person, trying to land a flurry of punches and drive the man away so she can get to the door.
Get to the door. She knows this drill, she’s done it before. Get to the door and protect your owner. She always was such a good fighter, but these days, her body is breaking down.
Pain shoots through her back, and Star winces, her rhythm thrown off by the sudden flash of agony. She stumbles backwards, hitting the far wall, and one of the men takes the chance to jump on her and start punching.
Star’s vision blurs, her ears ring as the blows rain down on her face, blood dripping from her nose and mouth and cheek. She puts her hands up to protect her head, knowing her only option is to try to protect herself
The first man walks up to her, grabbing her by the hair and twisting her head back to look at him. “You fucking bitch.”
One of the other men slams his fist into her stomach, and Star doubles over, gasping for breath. “Who’s she going with first?”
So they’re going to take turns carting her back to WRU, back to the white walls. Star whimpers. She has to get out of here, she can’t go back but her body is being torn apart by pain.
“You take her first,” the man with the switchblade says, gesturing at the first man. “You were the one who got the dumb bitch in here.”
He smirks. “With pleasure.” He twists his hand further into Star’s hair and pushes her forwards.
She kicks and screams and scratches at his arms, but she knows no one can hear her. No one can save her. It’s just her with no chance to say goodbye.
The man bends her over the sink and lets go of her hair, only to grab her hands and roughly zip tie them behind her back. “You’re lucky you’re pretty,” he hisses into her ear.
What’s that supposed to mean? Star stares down at the sink, still trying to kick her legs to get the man off of her.
“Stop fucking moving,” the man with the switchblade says, grabbing a fistful of Star’s hair and yanking her head back, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror.
Star sees her long brown hair pulled into a ponytail, she sees her green eyes full of pain and fear, she sees her pale skin underneath the bathroom lighting with her hands tied behind her back and she sees her face bloody and bruised and broken. She sees the man behind her run his hands down her back because she doesn’t want to feelit.
Star goes still. “How are you going to take me back without people seeing?” she asks.
“Take you back?” The man with the switchblade laughs and presses the knife to her neck. “Oh, you dumb bitch. You’re not going anywhere.”
“What do you–”
Star is cut off when the first man hooks his fingers in the waistband of her jeans and slowly starts pulling them down.
Aren’t you lucky to be here, 501? Not down the hall with the Romantics?
The pieces click together as soon as the man has pulled Star’s jeans and underwear all the way down. “I’m not a–” She can’t think, she can’t process what’s happening. “I’m not trained for this, Sir.”
“You don’t need to be trained,” the man hisses. “You just need to stay right there and don’t fucking scream.”
Star’s eyes dart to the side, panic clouding her brain, her breath coming in quick pants. This can’t be real, this can’t be happening, she doesn’t know what to do, how to react.
The man with the switchblade digs the knife into her throat, drawing a bead of blood and sharp pain with it. “Look at yourself. Go on. Watch yourself.”
Star looks at the mirror, her heart shattering as she sees her eyes. No longer human and brave and defiant and everything she liked about herself, everything she had gotten back from WRU. Just afraid.
The man runs a finger across her slit, and Star whimpers, sick to her stomach and disgusted with herself. “I’ll go back,” she whispers. “I don’t want this.”
The man hushes her. “You don’t need to talk. Just take it, bitch.”
The other two men walk to stand by the door, both staring at Star, staring between her legs at what’s now bared to them.
Star can’t close her eyes, can’t look away. She can’t do this. Greco might have drugged her and beat her and broke her down but he never did this to her. She’s never had sex before, not even in her false memories. She doesn’t even want to have sex. “Please,” she whispers at her reflection.
Her reflection doesn’t answer.
“Going to prep her?” one of the men asks.
“Nope.”
Star feels something press against her entrance. She’s dry and scared and she doesn’t want this, please, she doesn’t want this. She twists around, trying to free herself.
The man with the switchblade tightens his grip on her hair and presses the knife further into Star’s throat. “Keep moving and you’ll bleed out.”
She doesn’t want to have sex with this man. She doesn’t want to die like this, she wants to die in the hospital like she’s supposed to in a few years.
She stays still and hates herself for it.
“She’s nervous,” the man with the switchblade says, smirking. “I don’t think she’s done this before.”
“Good. She’ll be tight.”
Tight? What does that mean…oh. Oh. No, absolutely not, she can’t, she doesn’t want this, she can’t even think about it.
There’s no fighting this, no way out.
So Star screams, hoping someone, anyone will hear her and come in and save her from this…this thing that Star can’t name, even if it’s just having sex.
Greco had protected her from this for so long.
Maybe it’s not a good thing that she left him, because now…this can happen. Without Greco, she has to have sex.
Her scream is short-lived by the man with the switchblade putting his hand over her mouth and snapping, “Hand me her panties.”
There’s a brief rustle of movement before she sees her gray underwear being passed to the man with the switchblade. He pries her mouth open and shoves the fabric in there. “Finally. Now you can fuck her.”
Star chokes on her underwear, her eyes filling with tears. No. She can’t cry, it has to be fine, it’s just sex, right?
“Hold her head up,” the man behind her says. “I want her to watch herself get used.”
Get used? Maybe that’s what this is. She’s getting used. There’s not a difference between that and sex.
The man with the switchblade yanks Star’s head back up, and she’s forced to confront her dead green eyes again, the underwear distorting her face and making her look disgusting. Worthless. Like a piece of shit, useless bitch who deserves to die.
Maybe it’s a good thing she’s gagged so Cas doesn’t have to see the worthless mutt he rescued being…used like this.
She holds her gaze at her reflection and her reflection stares back as she hears a bottle cap opening and a clumsy hand spreading something gelatinous and cold across her vagina. “Don’t want her to tear, knowing the three of you are going after me?”
There’s *more?*
The man with the switchblade grabs at Star’s thin black t-shirt, and with one strong pull, he rips it off of her and slices her bra off with his knife.
She’s naked and she hates this so much and Handler Greco was supposed to keep her safe from this.
It’s what she gets for leaving him behind.
“Perfect tits.” The man behind her runs the back of his hand down her back, stopping at her bound wrists. “Let me show you how a real man fucks a whore, gentlemen.”
A whore. That’s the word she was looking for, the word to describe what she really is. She’s a whore.
“Gonna fill this useless bitch up with my cock.” The man thrusts in.
More of Star’s hope vanishes.
He pulls out. Thrusts in again.
Any light left in Star’s eyes is gone.
He pulls out again. Thrusts in again.
Star, the whore mutt, doesn’t want to be here anymore.
Pulls out, thrusts in, over and over and over.
All Star can do is look at her bruised, bloody, pathetic face in the mirror and hold back her tears and watch herself shatter. She should have stayed with Handler Greco. She should have done something different.
But instead she takes a stranger’s cock like a good whore with her underwear in her mouth and she’s breaking. The reflection in the mirror moans around the gag. The reflection’s cheeks are streaked with tears, the reflection’s body rocks with each thrust. The reflection reacts, moves like a good pet.
But Star is so far gone.
Caution for: BBU, pet whump, conditioning and associated tropes, “romantic” pet, noncon
Just Acting - Reflection
[First | Prev| All | tbc]There were chains in the Facility. Gleaming silver things reserved for pets who needed more correction than a brief round of discipline. 651 has hazy memories, somewhere in the white light that swallows early training, of posture correction, a chain linking her hands to the floor, her collar to the wall.
The chains in the Facility were cold and hard and unforgiving, but they were always clean. Bethany imagines a handler scrubbing the shining links with the same meticulous thoroughness that they use to scrub the pets clean.
The chain round her ankle now is black with filth – gritty, sticky, clinging oil that has left stubborn smears all over her skin and her clothes despite her best efforts not to touch it. She hatesit, with a depth of loathing that she hasn’t felt for anything since they took the shock collar away and swapped it for the one that is meant to be safe.
(Part of the “Shattered Diamonds”- (formerly: “happy”)AU with @ocean-blue-whump, where Dany and her trophy husband Lorenzo have been abducted together. This is written for @whumpawoman Angstpril, “Begging” and “Self-Sacrifice”)
Dany Canon Masterlist||Sunny Canon Masterlist
[Part 1][Previous] || [Masterlist] || [Ao3]
Tagging both the Dany crew and the Sunny crew! @ashintheairlikesnow@whumpinggrounds@whumptakesthecake@whumpfessional@winedark-whump@painful-pooch@distinctlywhumpthing@whumping-on-the-ridge@queenofthenoobs@hackles-up@whumping-newbie@just-horrible-things - let us know if you want to be added or removed from this tag list.
CW: explicit noncon (oral), multiple whumpers, caretaker x whumpee, caretaker whump in a way?, humiliation, insults, referenced dissociation, forced to watch.
“I’m done,” Dany says, after what seems like hours, but according to the little digits in the corner of Ian’s computer it has been less than one. 51 minutes of frantically searching for matching boats, of writing messages that seem professional despite the panic clawing at her, of calling in favors she’s saved for something important. Nothing could ever be more important than this.
51 minutes of obsessive work.
51 minutes of not daring to look at her husband on the ground, trembling and whimpering.
She’s been so good. So efficient. Excellent work ethic, everyone had always said. She just hopes it’s enough.
“Done?”, Kauffmann says and idly steps in, looking at the screen over her shoulder. She can feel his breath against her neck, and all she wants to do is slam a fist into his face.
“Yes.” Her voice is surprisingly steady. “There’s others working now. They’ll do what they’re told, they’ll report in, and then I can go on. But I’m done for now.”
“Hm,” Kauffmann muses, and steps back with a grand gesture. “Well then.”
Dany is next to her husband within a heartbeat. She reaches out, but her hand freezes midair. She can’t. She can’t touch him. Not after what happened to him; what happened because of her. She’s trembling, has to close her eyes and inhale for a moment before she can speak. “Enzo,” she whispers. “Enzo, my love."
Enzo doesn’t reply. He doesn’t even open his eyes. Just moans in pain, whimpers, cradling his dislocated arm. Dany blinks back tears. It’s on her. It’s all on her.
She looks over her shoulder at Andrey. He’s fixed Kauffmann’s arm, when she did the same thing to him. He can do it.
"Please,” she says, voice barely contained. “Please, Andrey, can you fix his arm? He’s in pain.” He’s been for so long. She’s been too slow. She’s been… she’s been the reason for all of this. “Please? I did what you asked.”
Andrey pushes himself off of wall he was leaning to. “Sir, can-?”
“No.” Kauffmann lifts a hand, and Andrey stops dead in his tracks. Instead, Kauffmann saunters in. His fine Italian suit seems utterly displaced in the run-down warehouse. Dany looks up at him from teary eyes, and he smirks down at her. “Sweetheart”, he says, and this time, she doesn’t even flinch at the term. “You humiliated me. Even though you knew what was at stake.”
“I…”, she rasps. “I’m sorry. I did that. But not him. Please. He’s so hurt. Fix his arm, at least?”
“You did that”, Kauffmann confirms. “Why don’t you make up for it, then?” His left hand is resting over his pants, idly stroking himself through the fine fabric. “It seems we have some time to pass.”
She stares at him. The bulge in his pants. His right arm, still held a little awkwardly. The smug grin on his face.
“You look good on your knees, Mrs Hammond.”
Behind her, Enzo whimpers again.
It isn’t even a decision. There’s a thing Dany can do, to help ease her husbands pain, and she’ll do it.
Enzo matters. Kauffmann’s cock is meaningless. So is her pride.
“You’ll let Andrey fix his shoulder?” she asks. “If I suck you off?”
Kauffmann laughs in delight, and the third man still in the room with them whistles. “All business, Mrs Hammond, but still talking dirty, hum? Let me think.” He unzips his pants and pulls himself out, still slowly stroking his length, allowing Dany a good look at it. “Maybe,” he says then. “Maybe, I’ll let him do it, but you gotta ask ni-”
“Please,” Dany interrupts him, and bites her lower lip, looking up at him. “Please, Sir, allow me to suck your cock.”
Kauffmann sucks in a breath. “Yeah,” he whispers. “Yeah, the Hammond bitch knows what she wants, huh? What a whore you are. Just like your-”
“Don’t,” she hisses. “I’ll do it, but leave him out of it.”
“Making demands, Hammond? Cute. You think you’re in the position for it? Let me tell you, sweetheart, there’s only one thing you’re in the position for.” He ambles forward, cock in his hand, and she can smell him, taste him in her breath. Her stomach clenches. “Ask again,” he whispers, free hand running through her hair. “Beg for it.”
“Plea-”
Kauffmann’s hand fists up in her hair and drags her forward, his other guiding himself into her mouth. He goes in deep with his first thrust. Her throat is constricting around him. She gags, breathless, struggles for air.
His laugh sounds far away. He’s saying something, but it doesn’t matter.
Breathe through the nose, she tells herself. Breath through the nose, don’t panic, use your tongue.
She does, and Kauffmann moans, and her stomach turns.
She goes on.
She stops to breathe, once, only to hear a muffled scream behind her. The third man, foot on Enzo’s dislocated shoulder, gestures at her to go on. She thinks she hears a camera shutter from somewhere.
She’s numb. Kauffmann is relentless, fucking her face more than giving her any chance at working on him. He thrusts in deep, and his moans get wilder, the more she struggles. His cock filling her up, salty taste pressing on her tongue, his hair in her face, scrapping over her nose and lips. She wants to scream, but she can’t, she can only comply, only take, only suffer.
His hips buck into her a final time, and sticky, salty cum trickles down her throat. She gags, as he pulls out, coughs, but then his hand is over her mouth and she feels like she’s suffocating again. “Swallow”, he commands. “Like a good whore.”
Shaking, she does.
When he lets go of her hair, she doubles over, sputtering and coughing. Kauffmann clicks his tongue. “Fuck. Got my pants all messy, Hammond. Jeez. Thought you’d be more used to this.”
“Ple… please,” she croaks. Her voice sounds horrible. “Enzo?”
“Fuck!” Kauffmann yells. He isn’t even looking at her. “Fuck, Fitz, leave the boy alone.”
Dany spins around, vision swimming. The third man, the one from the video, the one who’d put his gun in her husband’s mouth, has pulled him up by the hair and is reaching for his zipper. “No!” Dany is on all fours, scrambling over. “No, you-”
One kick by Kauffmann sends her falling on her side. “Andrey,” he says. “Fix that arm. Fitz. Leave him.”
The other man, Fitz, is looking at Kauffmann, ready to start some discussion, but Dany’s eyes are glued to Enzo, firm in his grip. He’s not moving, still not here. There’s just a husk, an empty hull of the man she loves, used like a thing, for these men’s pleasure.
“I can’t be the only one who doesn’t get to have my fun,” Fitz is debating now. Andrey is standing next to him, hands clasped behind his back.
“Use the bitch, too. Tame like a kitten.” Kauffmann pats her cheek, sticky with tears and remains of his come. “Give my friend what you gave me, sweetheart, and your husband’s arm will be like new, hm? If you’re good, we’ll even let you clean both of you up.”
Enzo winces, as his body hits the floor again. His eyes are open, but there’s no light in them. Dany can’t take her gaze off him.
Not when Andrey is propping him up against the wall. Not when her chin is tilted up, her mouth pried open, a cock forced past her lips again.
She’s looking at Enzo, her husband, on their anniversary.
He’s not looking back.
For@amonthofwhump Mafia Madness! Prompt: Kidnapping
Collab with @painful-pooch! Vasyklo is hers (so blame Izzy for all the mean stuff he does)
Takes place during Star’s “recovery” era
Continued from HERE
Sunny and Star Crew: @ashintheairlikesnow@whumpinggrounds@whumptakesthecake@justplainwhump@whumpfessional@winedark-whump@painful-pooch - let me know if you want to be added/removed!
CW: pet whump, BBU, lady whump, VERY EXPLICIT NSFWHUMP, NONCON, MINORS DNI, dehumanization, derogatory language, restraints, violence, aftermath of noncon, beating, Vasyklo is his own content warning, mentions of organized crime, VERY DEGRADING LANGUAGE, broken bones, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
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Stress Reliever
This is for @amonthofwhump’s Mafia Madness!
Prompt: Kidnapping
This is part one and part two will be featured by the wonderful and dazzling @ocean-blue-whump! Part two can be found here (coming soon)
Tagging the squad: @ocean-blue-whump,@for-the-love-of-nsfwhump,@whumper-in-training,@gottawhump, and @justplainwhump
NSFW; Minors DNI
CW: Implied non con, implied murder, bbu, mentioned pet whump, planning a kidnapping, NSFW, derogatory language, blunt force violence, and Vasyklo as a content warning
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Dark!Alex AU: Ben and Zee’s First Time
CW: EXPLICIT sexual dubcon, pet whump, bbu universe, explicit noncon elements, toys, double penetration, overstimulation, begging to stop (the overstimulation, not the sex) spitting in mouth, alcohol, three on one, everyone has a turn holding Zee’s head
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Zee didn’t know what to expect, and that had left him nervous all day. He was scrubbed clean, shaved to softness in places— and nervously clacking a fireball around his teeth. It mixed strangely with the toothpaste aftertaste in his mouth.
Cam was being nice. He kept saying mean things to Alex, giving Alex a hard time, but he wasn’t taking it out on him, and that’s all Zee cared about.
When Ben came by they acted painfully casual for a while, as if they had really gotten together just to drink Corona and watch a football game on TV.
Oh, Bee, this was delicious!!! Absolute 10/10 loved it!
Damn, I’m gonna read this a thousand times!
“Bad Vibes”
Oc’s:NeilxKasey(Echo)
(Please DNI If Lady Whump/NonCon may trigger you!)
Tw: Humiliation, Public Humiliation,Strong NonCon, Adult Toy Mentioned, Forced Pleasure, Lady Whump (Female Whumper/Male Whumper), Forced Proximity, Pinning, Fondling, Creepy Whumper.
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Kasey shivered, suddenly letting out a small gasp, gripping the hems of her sleeves tightly, chewing softly at her bottom lip, narrowing her eyes softly, glaring at the taller man beside her.
“God, I fucking despise you."She hissed under her breath while glancing around at the crowded streets around them.
Neil glanced down at her lightly while shrugging at her remark, glancing down at his phone while idly opening an app on it.
He stepped closer while moving his arm around her waist, holding her close though feeling her flinch faintly as she narrowed her eyes lightly.
A noticeable shade of pink now spread across her cheeks, though she was trying not to show it.
"I don’t exactly think you’re in the position to be making such comments. wouldn’t you agree? Besides, what have I told you about swearing Lil’ One.”
He tilted his head to the side lightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he suddenly turned the virtual dial from “3” to “5” while watching her in the corner of his eye.
“I–” Kasey’s eyes widened slightly as she was suddenly interrupted.
She felt a stronger vibration emitting from between her legs from the small vibrator inserted inside her, causing her to tighten her lips together, trying to prevent any accidental noises from escaping her throat as her knees softly buckled.
She couldn’t help but lean more against Niel hesitantly while shaking her head quickly, the pink on her cheeks deepening to a darker red while letting out a quiet shaken breath.
She looked around lightly, feeling a deeper sting of embarrassment as she could see some people watching her, on occasion giving her a faint ‘look’.
“Something wrong, Lil’ One? you seen much more needy today than normal.”
Neil smirked while holding her a bit tighter, feeling her body trembling softly against him.
He leaned down lightly closer to her ear, enough that she could feel his breath caressing her neck with each word.
“Given your track record, I should have guessed you were this easy to please."
He let a low chuckle out before straightening his posture.
"I-I am.. not."
She quietly protested while her gaze shifted to the side, feeling the knot deeper in her stomach tighten.
Her hand quickly moved over his, which rested just above her hip as he switched the mode on the small vibrator from his phone, from a steady 'hum’ to a more pulsating sensation.
She let out a sudden gasp, more taken off guard by the sudden change of pace per se, quickly turning her head towards Neil, trying to shield her face as a strong wave of pleasure hit her, though she was unable to control it while she bit her lip lightly, whimpering softly.
Neil snickered at her reactions while leading her to the side down a more narrow, quieter road as he moved his hand from her hip, taking her wrist in each of his hands, pinning them beside her head against the building wall behind her, hearing her sharply gasp while staring at him with big eyes.
"I have to admit, Lil’ One you are quite adorable when you look so vulnerable.” He sneered while tightening his grip around her wrist, pushing his knee between her legs forcefully while lightly grinding against her sweet spot, making her whimper and squirm against him.
He moved her arms above her head while gripping her wrist tightly in one hand while using his free hand to lightly trace his fingers down the curves of her body, feeling her tremble in his grip as he gently pressed his body to hers, slipping his hand under her shirt while slowly raising up her abdomen, smirking widely while cupping her breast, kneading it between his fingers.
“Stop pretending you aren’t having fun, Kas.. I thought you enjoyed more risque types of fun..”
Kasey tightly kept her lips closed, as well as her eyes, which burned with hot white tears that she refused to let drop.
She felt humiliated and violated to feel his disgusting hands on her body so casually in public for anyone to see.
Kasey wanted to scream. She wanted to run as fast as she could to the nearest body of water to scrub away the vile feelings sinking into her.
But she knew screaming would only make her situation worse, or that no one would bother to help anyway, knowing she was only a worthless 'pet’.
She could only stand there, eyes tightly shut, as she tried her hardest to simply put herself anywhere but the situation she was currently in.
{End}
~ Rape / Non-Con ~
NSFW
Vox machina had been at the party for a short while when Sylas and Delilah Briarwood stepped into the main hall. They had decided once Percy explained how he knew them that Vax would go check there room for anything suspicious. After what could have only been 10 minutes of searching the room Vax found a magic book of some kind, he was about to leave when the fire was blown out by a large gust of wind. Vax turned towards the fire and then back towards where he found the book only now Sylas stood in the chests place. “My my your a curious one aren’t you ?” Sylas said almost flirtatiously. He stepped towards Vax placing a gentle hand onto his cheek. Sylas pulls Vax towards the rooms large canopy bed and pushes him down onto the mattress.
Vax is almost half the size of Sylas and no matter how hard he tires he can’t push Sylas off of him. Vax isn’t one to panic but he can feel the panic settling deep within his chest as Sylas begins to remove the younger males clothing slowly and almost teasingly. Vax is never one to shy away from sex but he’s not sure wether it’s the way Sylas towers above him or the sheer panic rising in his chest but this is not going to be Pleasant.
Both Vax and Sylas are completely naked now, Vax has been trying to get free struggling against Sylas’s strong hands to no avail. The panic in his chest is bubbling over now as callous hands run from his chest to his lower abdomen. Sylas starts kissing at Vax’ildans neck, he gasps at the sudden contact and screws his eyes shut quickly. Sylas wastes no time in grabbing the lube from the dresser next to the bed. He spread a thin layer over his fingers, he lined the first finger up with Vax’s hole and pushed in roughly. Vax let out a sharp exhale and began to scream, this was not happening ! Nope not happening. Sylas paid him no mind and simply used his other hand to cover Vax’s mouth. After another minute or two Sylas added a second finger and then a third. Once he was satisfied that Vax was stretched enough that he could fit comfortably inside him he lined himself up with his hole. He pushed down to the base of his cock in one quick movement, Vax’ildan let out another scream. “P…please stop, I … I won’t say anything I promise. J..just let me go please” Vax begged. His words where left untouched as Sylas thrusted hard into Vax and grunted.
Sylas must have been getting close because his thrust got harder and much faster. Vax was still struggling to free himself and still failing to do so. Vax must have been screaming more than he himself had realised because not only had Sylas’s hand found it’s way back to his mouth his throat was dry and soar. The thrust were still getting harder and deeper, Sylas’s mouth came up to meet Vax’s neck again this time leaving bite marks in its wake. With small moans and little grunt Sylas finished in Vax’ildan but he wasn’t finished with him yet. Sylas grabbed Vax’s hair and pulled him down towards his dick, he quickly pushed it down his throat causing him to choke slightly. Vax tried to pull him self away but the grip Sylas had on his hair was far to tight.
After what felt like and eternity Sylas grabbed back onto Vax’s hair and pulled him to the large doors that opened up into the hallway and threw him against the wall and left his clothes in a pile next to him. Vax hadn’t realised he was holding his breath until he slumped down against the wall panting trying to collect his breath. He whispered a quiet “Jenga” before tears started streaming down his flushed checks. He didn’t have enough energy to move let alone put his clothes back on so he stayed slumped against the wall and allowed his eyes to close. It wasn’t long before the rest of Vox machina was running up to Vax. “Brother … what on earth happened ?” Vex said with a hint of worry. “Are you crying Vax ? What the hell happened in there” Scanlan was the next to speak. Vex looked at her brothers state and now she understood why Percy wanted revenge on the Briarwoods so badly. “H…hurts” Vax’ildan said weakly, it was all he could manage. That was all it took for the others to realise just what Sylas had done to him, Vax couldn’t look any of them in the eyes after it became clear what had happened. Percy offered to help Vax’ildan back into his clothes if not to embarrass him further, he was reluctant but accepted the help if only to get him back to the keep quicker. Vex pulled her brother to his feet and slung his arm over her shoulder but it was no use his leg where shacking underneath him. Grog lifted Vax into his arms and carried him back to the keep where he laid him on the bed as gently as he could and left him there to rest. Sylas Briarwood will pay for this Vex will make sure of it.
{Word Count - 890}
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Whumptober Masterlist
Poisoned Words (suicide, depression):
Part 1 (No. 3)
Part 2 (No. 7)
Part 3 (No. 9)
Part 4 (No. 10)
Part 5 (No. 28 & No. 29 )
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Missing Nin Verse:
Part 1 (No. 23, 25, 27)
Follow-Up (No. 31 Hurt & Comfort)
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Bitten Verse (A/B/O) (nsfwhump):
Part 1 (No. 13)
Part 2 (No. 16 & No 19)
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Oneshots:
No. 4(nsfwhump)
No. 5(A/B/O)
No. 14(nsfwhump)
No. 17, 18, 24, 30, & 2 Alt prompts(nsfwhump)
Read On The Archive (links to Whumptober2021 series)
(Part of the “Shattered Diamonds”- (formerly: “happy”)AU with @ocean-blue-whump, where Dany and her trophy husband Lorenzo have been abducted together. This is written for @whumpawoman Angstpril, “Begging” and “Self-Sacrifice”)
Dany Canon Masterlist||Sunny Canon Masterlist
[Part 1][Previous] || [Masterlist] || [Ao3]
Tagging both the Dany crew and the Sunny crew! @ashintheairlikesnow@whumpinggrounds@whumptakesthecake@whumpfessional@winedark-whump@painful-pooch@distinctlywhumpthing@whumping-on-the-ridge@queenofthenoobs@hackles-up@whumping-newbie@just-horrible-things - let us know if you want to be added or removed from this tag list.
CW: explicit noncon (oral), multiple whumpers, caretaker x whumpee, caretaker whump in a way?, humiliation, insults, referenced dissociation, forced to watch.
“I’m done,” Dany says, after what seems like hours, but according to the little digits in the corner of Ian’s computer it has been less than one. 51 minutes of frantically searching for matching boats, of writing messages that seem professional despite the panic clawing at her, of calling in favors she’s saved for something important. Nothing could ever be more important than this.
51 minutes of obsessive work.
51 minutes of not daring to look at her husband on the ground, trembling and whimpering.
She’s been so good. So efficient. Excellent work ethic, everyone had always said. She just hopes it’s enough.
“Done?”, Kauffmann says and idly steps in, looking at the screen over her shoulder. She can feel his breath against her neck, and all she wants to do is slam a fist into his face.
“Yes.” Her voice is surprisingly steady. “There’s others working now. They’ll do what they’re told, they’ll report in, and then I can go on. But I’m done for now.”
“Hm,” Kauffmann muses, and steps back with a grand gesture. “Well then.”
Dany is next to her husband within a heartbeat. She reaches out, but her hand freezes midair. She can’t. She can’t touch him. Not after what happened to him; what happened because of her. She’s trembling, has to close her eyes and inhale for a moment before she can speak. “Enzo,” she whispers. “Enzo, my love.“
Enzo doesn’t reply. He doesn’t even open his eyes. Just moans in pain, whimpers, cradling his dislocated arm. Dany blinks back tears. It’s on her. It’s all on her.
For@whumpawoman Angstpril! Day 22 - Threats
Sunny and Star Crew: @ashintheairlikesnow@whumpinggrounds@whumptakesthecake@justplainwhump@whumpfessional@winedark-whump@painful-pooch - let me know if you want to be added/removed!
CW: pet whump, BBU, EXPLICIT NONCON, MINORS DNI, NSFWHUMP, derogatory language, dehumanisation, guns, Rhys is his own content warning, lady whump
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