#Intimate Betrayal

[cultfaction]

Melody Anderson

Melody Anderson is a Canadian actress who rose to fame in the 1970s and 1980s for her roles in various film and television productions. Born on December 3rd 1955 in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, She made her television debut in 1977 with roles in Logan’s Run and Welcome Back Kotte.  She went on to appear in several other television series, including The Love Boat, Night Heat, Forever Knight, The…

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

cw captive whumpee, injury, betrayal, tortured for information, intimate whumper 

After hours of torture, of beatings, of sleep deprivation, Whumpee finally gives in. Coughing up a mouthful of blood onto the ground at Whumper’s feet, they beg, “S-stop, please. No more, I can’t—I'll tell you, I-I'll tell you everything.” 

“You lasted longer than I thought.” Whumper crouches down in front of them, taking Whumpee’s chin in their hand and tilting their head up. Their expression is almost sympathetic as they take in Whumpee’s teary eyes and bruised face. “But it’s okay. It’ll all be over if you give me the information I need. And then, just think how nice it will be to finally rest. You can sleep in a real bed while your injuries heal.” 

Whumpee doesn’t need any more convincing. They choke out the information through sobs, clinging to Whumper, and each heave of their chest sends pain shooting through their broken ribs. But it will be over soon—Whumpee doesn’t know why they even held out this long if they were just going to break anyway. 

Whumper strokes their hair gently as they give up the secrets they were trained to die for. Endangering their team’s entire operation and perhaps their lives. But then again, it’s not like Whumpee’s team came to rescue them—as Whumper had reminded them countless times. And they were right. 

“Good…that’s perfect, Whumpee,” Whumper praises after they’ve finished spilling every bit of information that had been requested, and then some. “Thanks to you, your team won’t stand a chance against me, now.” 

A sense of relief washes over Whumpee. It's done—the suffering is finally over with. They want to sleep until the pain no longer clings to their bones and laces every movement. However, their relief is quickly replaced by a fresh bout of fear at the realization of what they’ve just done. “They’ll know it was me,” Whumpee whispers brokenly.  

“Of course they will,” Whumper says, matter-of-fact. “And they will go looking for you. And if they find you, they will kill you.” 

Whumpee shakes their head. “Worse,” they correct. “They’ll do so much worse than just kill me.” 

A sharp pain shoots through their side and they groan, clutching at one of their wounds. Whumper gathers them into their arms before they collapse completely, and assures Whumpee, “That’s why you will be staying with me. In exchange for giving up the information I needed, you will be under my protection.” 

Whumpee can’t possibly have heard them right. They must be delirious from the pain. “W-what?” they stammer. Everything is growing fuzzy, and now that they’re being held in Whumper’s arms, they just want to let their eyes fall shut and surrender to sleep. 

The gentle fingers brushing back Whumpee’s hair lull them further into unconsciousness as Whumper murmurs, “I can’t just give you up now, sweetheart. I think you’d make a valuable addition to my team.” 

Whumpee hums in agreement, not quite sure what they’re agreeing to, but if it means an end to the pain, they’ll do just about anything. 

“You were never cut out for this line of work, were you?” Whumper says teasingly. They lift Whumpee in their arms and begin carrying them somewhere, but the gentle rocking motion of their steps eases Whumpee into sleep long before they find out where they’re being taken. 

[templegate]

Deceptively simple

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

This or That Gothic Edition Snippet 21- Portrait Gallery

Inspired by my answers for this post by @blackrosesandwhump!  

Whumpee followed Whumper through their mansion, taking in the sight with awe.

“Your home is beautiful, Whumper,” Whumpee said.

“Thank you,” Whumper said warmly, “I had been wanting to invite you for some time, but I still had to finish my portrait gallery.”

As Whumper spoke, they opened a pair of ornate doors to a long hallway. On the walls were several paintings, each more detailed than the last. Whumpee’s heart slowly dropped to their stomach when they noticed what they all had in common.

“Whumper…” they started, “why are all these paintings of me?”

Whumper’s hand came to rest on their shoulder.

“Because you are perfect, my little muse,” Whumper purred in their ear, “and now that I have you, my work can only improve.”

Whumpee opened their mouth to argue, but a sharp pinch in their neck turned their would-be sentence into a pained yelp.

“Forgive me, Whumpee,” Whumper said softly, “but I’ve been preparing for this for too long for you to slip out of my grasp now.”

Whumpee’s breathing came in short and fast. They stumbled out of Whumper’s grip and whirled around to face them.

“You’re not…keeping me…here,” Whumpee said with great effort.

Whumpee tried to run back to the doors, but their knees buckled after two steps. Whumper caught them quite easily.

“Shh,” they soothed, “it’s going to be alright. I promise you, you’ll love it here.”

Whumpee couldn’t find the energy to argue, or even struggle. Their eyes fluttered shut and they drifted off just as Whumper began to carry them out of the gallery.

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[drpenpusher]

"Will you be mine again?" he asked painfully with hope in his eyes.

All I can say to him, regretting and feeling ashamed, is, "I can't; you don't deserve this version of me."

-Dr.pen_pusher

[feverdreamsanddelusions]

prompt ask game — kidnapping

[tw kidnapping, needles, noncon drugging, betrayal, captivity, threat of murder, knives, guns, hidden in plain sight, intimate whumper, conditioned whumpee, stockholm syndrome]

25 scenarios and 25 dialogue prompts :)

scenarios

chloroformed rag to the face

attacked from behind

attacked by someone whumpee knew and trusted

attacked while fumbling with the keys to their front door

shoved into the back of a van

tranquilised via a little dart

drugged with a syringe to the neck

held at knifepoint

held at gunpoint

threatened into complying

knocked unconscious with bare hands

whumper was in the backseat of their car

whumpee has to pretend everything is okay and they're not currently being kidnapped

waking up in the trunk of a car

waking up in the backseat, tied up and possibly gagged

waking up in a dingy basement

sensory deprivation (noise cancelling earphones, blindfold, gag etc) so whumpee has no idea what's happening

held for ransom

held for information/interrogation

there are multiple whumpers making sure whumpee is not going anywhere

whumpee knows there must be people looking for them

whumpee knows nobody is looking

stockholm syndrome

lima syndrome

whumpee is told exactly how many days their captors are willing to keep them. the literal deadline is approaching

dialogue

"shh, not a sound."

"hush now– you don't want to get other people in trouble, do you?"

"relax, the drugs will kick in soon."

"so feisty... should i tighten the restraints even more?"

"i already know everything i need to know about you, whumpee. do i need to visit your dear friends/family first for you to come with me?"

"this can be very easy or very difficult for you. choose wisely."

"my contract says preferably alive. keep that in mind."

"stop squirming, unless you want me to hurt you more than i intended."

"you're outnumbered."

"get in the car."

"nobody has to get hurt if you comply."

"so... do you think caretaker will pay?"

"wakey wakey, time to talk."

"don't beat yourself up. i promise this would've happened no matter how cautious you tried to be."

"oh, don't be silly. nobody is coming to save you."

"the cops? honey, we have two officers on our team. the cops won't do shit."

"let go of me! let me go!"

"i don't have anything to tell you, you have the wrong person!"

"please, i won't tell anyone– i won't call the police–"

"is this– is this for ransom?"

"they'll be looking for me! you're fucking done for!"

"please, at least... loosen the restraints a little? it hurts so much."

"c-can i go home if they pay?"

"we don't have that kind of money! please, this is impossible!"

"what... what do you mean for fun?"

[healpimp]

If you are ever in doubt wether my posts with demo and soldier interacting are boots n bombs or not i promise you it is intended to be fully and utterly homosexual

[entity56]

i got a lot ik sorry

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[tumblezwei]

There's been plenty of talk about how Isha's relationship with Jinx might help her sympathize more with Vi's perspective, but let's also talk about how Caitlyn's treatment of Vi might help Vi sympathize more with Powder's perspective.

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Hero tried to pull away from Villain’s caress, the metal cuffs binding them to the chair stopping them from getting far. This was wrong. “No, you don’t! Listen, you’re not in your right mind. Superhero—they thought drugging you with a love potion would make you switch sides,” Hero had tried to stop it before it happened, but now the best they could do was try to fix it. “If you just let me go, we can wait this out!”

Villain stared, pupils dilated and eyes hazy with artificial infatuation. After a long moment, they smiled. “Oh, you’re adorable, baby. Of course I know that!” They pulled themselves closer, practically sitting in Hero’s lap. “I don’t care how it happened anymore. I feel good, lovely and happy and perfect. I don’t care if it’s fake. I wanna feel like this forever, I want you to feel this way too.”

One arm wrapped around Hero’s neck, Villain reached into a pocket of their uniform and produced a thin glass vial. Hero recognized the pink, syrup-like fluid within instantly. “Superhero and I made a deal. I stay out of trouble, and they make sure there’s enough of this for the both of us.” 

Hero felt dread pooling in their stomach as Villain opened the vial, their smile turning almost manic with glee. “Aren’t you excited? We’re going to be happy forever.”

[king-of-mortar]

Whumpee who betrays their country and becomes an informant for their enemy in a war, simply because they believe they have more chance of surviving as a traitor. Unfortunately for them, their original side ends up winning the war and, as they are about to find out, their former friend and current President is not very forgiving.

.

Whumpee is dragged by two guards and unceremoniously shoved forward in front of the president. They grunt as they land on their knees, unable to cushion the fall with their wrists bound behind their back.

“Oh, look what the cat dragged in,” their erstwhile friend croons, their underlying acrimonious tone devastatingly clear. “Honestly, I’m surprised you survived. It’s good to see you.”

“I wish I could say the same,” Whumpee says, attempting dry humour but falling woefully flat. They sound as scared as they feel.

“Hm.” The president kicks at them, and Whumpee flinches. “I mean it, I would’ve been miserable had you died.” They cock their head to the side. “I missed you.”

“The feeling is not mutual.”

A slow, pleased smile creeps its way onto Whumper’s face. “Oh, darling,” they say, eyes bright, “I know. I know.” They crouch down to Whumpee’s level. “Believe me, I am very aware of how little you care for me. And I’m going to make you pay for it.”

Whumpee doesn’t doubt it.

[suspensefulpen]

Whumpcember Day 31: (Alt. 2) Forced to Watch

TW: Forced to Watch, Betrayal, Creepy Whumper, Chain Restraints, Brief Blood Mention

@whumpcember

The thump of the heavy boots pacing across the room was accompanied by the six pounding heartbeats. Despite how long the team has been here, under Whumper’s “care,” as he liked to call it, not one of them had gotten used to his intimidating presence. All crouching together, they hoped it would make them seem bigger and also intimidating. 

It did not. 

Whumper hummed. He knew it was hurting each of them to strain closer to each other with the chains weighing their limbs down. They looked desperate. Almost like they had hope they’d be okay. It made Whumper hold back a chuckle. It was adorable to see all their determined gazes watching him. He paused when his own fell on the smallest, Whumpee. 

They were quite weak. More than just physically at that. Whumper could get tears out of them very easily. Not just tears. Screams, bruises, scars. Their wounds appeared beautifully. It almost made Whumper want to take them out of the basement and give them a room of their own. They’d receive special treatment. 

Wait… 

That’s actually a perfect idea. 

Whumper suppressed his smirk. He surveyed each of their expressions, delight rising in his chest at the team’s anticipation. He stepped closer to the circle they created. They scrambled away from each other, hoping they wouldn’t be the first to take a punishment. Or as Whumper liked to put it, giving them love and attention. 

He stepped up to Whumpee who already had tears in their eyes. Whumper leaned down to be at eye level with them. He raised Whumpee’s head with his pointer finger underneath their chin, humming at all of the bruises decorating their neck and chest. He smiled at how stiffly they were sitting. They were obviously scared. It was cute though. 

Whumper pulled out a ring of keys and freed Whumpee from their chains. Both Whumpee and the rest of the team looked on in shock. Once they were completely unchained, Whumper lifted them up and bridal carried them towards the stairs. 

“Where are you taking them?!” He heard Leader demand. Whumper only ignored them, making his way out of the basement. 

“Why are you taking me away?” Whumpee asked timidly, still nervous. 

“Oh don’t worry darling. You’ll get your own room.” Whumper smiled. 

“But why? What are you going to do to the others?” 

“Don’t worry your pretty face about it.” Whumper walked into a room with a large bed, surprising Whumpee. A chair sat in front of the bed, rope was on the floor next to it. Whumpee assumed the bed wasn’t there for them to rest on. At least, not right now. Just the mere sight of the bed made them realize just how much their body ached from being on the floor all of the time. They were placed on the chair and Whumper went to grab the rope when he paused. “I’m not sure I’ll need this. You behave really well. Unlike your ungrateful cellmates.” 

Whumpee shifted uncomfortably. “Well, I don’t want to get hurt… Or punished.” 

“So you just listen to what I say?” They nodded slowly. Whumper hummed. “I think I have a favorite now. I’ll go easy on you just because you said that. I may even give you a little…aftercare.” 

“Thank you, Sir.” 

“And you come with manners too?” Whumper let out a chuckle. “I should’ve given you special attention a whole lot sooner, huh?” Whumpee didn’t respond. “Alright, love, sit tight and look pretty, alright?” They nodded slowly, watching Whumper leave the room. Whumpee began to wonder if this would end badly for them. What about the rest of the team? What was going to happen to them? Were they going to get hurt worse? 

Meanwhile, Whumper came back to the basement with a laptop in hand. He couldn’t contain his smirk as Leader demanded to see Whumpee. He ignored them and placed the laptop in front of the team before making his exit without another word. Moments later, Whumpee appeared on screen. 

“Whumpee!” Leader shouted desperately. “Whumpee, can you hear us?” Whumpee didn’t react. They kept their head down. Leader shouted louder. “Whumpee!” 

Whumper appeared on screen, walking up to Whumpee. He crouched down in front of Whumpee. “I know I said I trust you’ll behave, but I’m still going to put your wrists and ankles together, alright? I won’t tie you to the chair and it won’t be too tight.” 

“Okay. Thank you Sir.” 

“Sir?!” The team shouted in unison. A crooked grin appeared on Whumper’s face as he tied the rope, it almost seemed as if he heard them. 

“Whumpee,” He stood up. “You may have noticed I don’t ever do anything to your face. Do you know why?” He walked off screen. 

Whumpee followed with their eyes. They shook their head. “No Sir.” 

“Really?” Whumper sounded shocked. “Well you’re quite gorgeous Whumpee. You haven’t noticed?” They didn’t respond. “That’s such a shame! Your cellmates never praised you for your beauty? They’ve never told you how pretty you are? Hm, they must be jealous.” Whumper walked up to Whumpee. He tilted their head up. “They don’t appreciate you, do they?” Whumpee slowly shook their head, shocking the team once again. They were even more shocked when they saw a tear roll down their cheek. Whumper wiped it away with his thumb. “Aw, don’t cry love. I appreciate you.” He hummed. “I almost don’t want to hurt you anymore. You look so pitiful. It’s a shame, the way they treat you. I’ll make this quick for both of us, alright?” 

“Thank you Sir.” 

Whumper examined Whumpee for a minute, almost like he was hesitating. It wasn’t long before he squeezed Whumpee’s neck. Leader began shouting at the screen for Whumper to stop. They didn’t realize they were the only one saying anything. The rest of the team only watched in silence. When Whunpee’s body went limp, they lunged forward to catch them. Their restraints quickly made them realize they couldn’t do anything to stop this. 

“Why are you even trying, Leader?” Medic suddenly asked. 

“What?” They turned around and found everyone else frowning. “What did you say?” 

“I said why are you trying to save them? They can’t hear us and we don’t know where they are. Not to mention what they just said.” Medic said. 

“What do you mean why am I trying to save them? Isn’t that the whole point of this team in the first place? We’re supposed to save people.” 

“Clearly, Whumpee doesn’t want to be saved.” Teammate Four frowned. “They’ve had more than one chance to get away and they haven’t taken any of them.” 

“Well, Whumpee is weak. It’s not like if they try they’ll succeed.” Teammate Five added. 

“I think we should let Whumper do what he wants to them. They were never any help in the missions in the first place. They’re just deadweight.” 

“To be honest, I never liked Whumpee in the first place.” Medic said. “So I don’t care what happens to them.” 

Leader stared at them all in shock. They frowned. “Well I still care. We went through the trouble of getting them on the team, why give up now? We’re supposed to stick together.” 

“Well maybe you should tell Whumpee that. They’re the ones who betrayed us. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were just a spy for Whumper. How do you explain the many times he found out what we were doing?” 

Leader turned back to the screen. Tears were now flowing down Whumpee’s cheeks as red bloomed on their white shirt and they gasped for oxygen. Whumper stood off screen somewhere, no longer holding his hand on their throat. 

“With Whumpee now out of the way, we have a better chance of escaping. There was no way all six of us were going to make it out of here anyway.” Teammate Five stated. 

“I guess you’re right…” Leader almost sounded far away as they watched Whumpee writhe around and scream in pain. “We don’t need Whumpee.” 

[vialae]

oouughhh i wanna write abt durge coming fresh from the house of hope, dripping in gore as he drops Raphael’s head on Gortash’s desk with a crazed grin on his face.

Would they make out??? Would Gortash just temporarily freeze, never expecting to have to look at that devil’s face while in the security of Wyrm’s Rock? Would he just get angry because he wanted to be the one to take his head?

Would Gortash want the house of hope now it was missing an owner? Make all within it who made him ever suffer now suffer tenfold??? Or would he just want to smash the place to pieces? All of the above??

[astrowhump]

Junior #1

TW: bruises, mentions of past noncon, mentions of past torture, conditioned whumpee, noncon drugging, creepy/intimate whumper, death wish

“Help!” A frail figure suddenly springs right in front of the car. The driver slams his foot on the brake pedal as hard as possible and the car stops with a sharp screech.

“What the fuck dude?”

“H-help me! Please! I’ve been kidnapped, a psycho kept me in his basement and he was gonna- he was- please help me.” His chest moves aggressively as he pants and clenches the car window with his fingers. The young driver can see bruises all over his barely clothed body - marks on his neck and burns and scars all over his arms. “He hurts me…please.” He whimpers. His begging eyes fill with tears, so pitiful they could melt a stone’s heart.

Noah sighs as he unlocks the door for him, still in two minds. He glances at the empty road carpeted in snow and back to the damaged body of the stranger, and makes his final decision.

The boy opens the door and throws his skinny body in the passenger seat.

“Thank you, thank you so so much, I’m sorry.”

Noah hits the gas pedal and the car continues on the road before the tires get stuck in the snow.

“So…what’s your name?”

“Um- my n-name’s Junior, sir.”

“Do you know anyone here that I can take you to, Junior?”

He nods.

“Do you have their address?”

Junior recites an address to the kind stranger. It’s not very far from where they currently are outside town, but it’ll take a while with the snowstorm now starting to form.

A few minutes pass in silence, Noah gives him some time to calm down before he asks anything.

“What happened to you?” He asks hesitantly, not sure if he’s stepping too far. But then again, the boy asked him for help, he should at least get to know who he’s picked up from the side of the road.

The younger boy shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

“On my birthday, I went to this club, alone. I met a guy there, we hit it off immediately. I was drunk, and sad, so I jumped at the offer when he invited me back to his place. When we got there, he gave me some coffee to help me sober me up.” He takes a moment to think his story through. Noah keeps his eyes on the road.

“That was the last thing I remember from that night, next thing I knew my wrists and ankles were restrained and there was a gag in my mouth…and he- he- “

The tears he tried so hard to hold back flow down. His rescuer doesn’t really know how to react to this sudden emotional outburst.

“Do you want a tissue?”

“He raped me.” He blurts out.

“And he tortured me, every single day…I- I thought I was gonna die.”

Noah looks at him with worry but the boy is too lost in his bitter memories.

“And then I wished I would die. I begged him to let me die.” He covers his face with his hands and cries silently, all the emotions land on him at once.

Noah wants to comfort him with a hand on his shoulder, but he figures the last thing Junior wants right now is to be touched by another stranger.

“Here.” He offers him an unopened water bottle.

The boy looks away in embarrassment and gulps down the water like he hasn’t had any in days. Maybe he hasn’t…Noah couldn’t dream of what this poor guy went through.

They don’t exchange another word for the rest of the ride.

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“Is that your friend’s house?“

The passenger looks up to check and simply nods. Noah expected a relieved or happy expression from him, but he looks blank. He reminds himself that he has no idea what he went through, he has no idea how he feels right now. He has no right to expect him to act a certain way.

Noah parks the car in front of the place, a spacious suburban two-story house with a well-groomed yard. The neighborhood looks too old, almost empty, except for the very few similar houses here and there, most of which are vacant as well.

The frigid wind hits them both and cold shivers crawl down their spines as they step out of the car. Junior is visibly shivering, too under-dressed for the weather, and his tears fall frozen on his cheeks.

They walk towards the entrance but before they can cross the yard the door opens and a tall black-haired figure steps out, wearing a formal white shirt and black trousers.

Junior runs to the man, like a lost golden retriever, and the taller man wraps his arms around his small body in a loving embrace.

“Oh, Junior…you stupid, stupid thing.” Noah hears. ‘That’s a weird term of endearment’ He thinks to himself, but who is he to judge. He wouldn’t know how to react if his kidnapped buddy stumbled upon his doorstep in that state.

Noah, being the socially awkward guy he is, steps away from the house and back to his car to give them some privacy and uses that as an excuse to smoke.

“The fucking storm-“ He curses as he struggles to turn his lighter on as the cold breeze keeps blowing the flame off.

“Here.” The man in the white shirt appears beside him out of the blue, holding out his own lighter and using his other hand as a shield against the wind. Noah didn’t even notice him walking this way.

“Oh…thanks!” He lights up the cigarette and sighs out a blow. It’ll be easier to process everything that just happened with smoke in his lungs and nicotine in his blood, he thinks.

“So you’re the one who rescued my Junior?”

The possessive term makes Noah’s eyes shoot him a questioning look. ‘My Junior? Are they…partners or something?’ For a moment he wonders what he would do if he were in his shoes - if he had a partner who got abducted, raped, and tortured and then rang his doorbell looking like that.

“Uh- I- I just picked him up from the side of the road…he was in pretty bad shape…” - he lowers his voice - “He told me about what happened to him…I honestly think he needs to see a doctor, or a therapist, or both.”

Noah could swear the man almost chuckles before he speaks in his concerned voice again.

“Oh! Of course. I’ll take good care of him. But I think it’s better to let him rest the night and talk about it tomorrow. I wouldn’t wanna overwhelm him.”

“I agree.” His hands, numb from the cold, tremble as he brings the cigarette up to his lips again.

“Where are my manners, I should invite you inside.”

“It’s fine. I gotta get going anyway.”

“At least let me offer you a cup of coffee, as a thank you for saving him. It’ll warm you up.”

No matter how weird this situation has already become, Noah would kill for a warm cup of coffee. His hands are so frozen he can’t even hold his car keys properly.

“I guess a cup of coffee couldn’t hurt anyone.” He stomps on his cigarette butt.

“Splendid.” The dark-haired man smiles.

As they enter the house he sees Junior curled up by the door, something about him is different and he can’t quite make out what. His expression is just...empty.

He also notices another weird thing as the host takes his coat, a shotgun right next to the coat hanger.

The other man notices his surprised look.

“That’s for runaways and strays. Animal Control Centers don’t care to pick them up since the neighborhood became so deserted, so I had to take matters into my own hands.” He explains with a grin.

“This way. Make yourself at home.” The taller man shows him to the living room and leaves for the kitchen himself.

The fireplace warms the spacious living room and his numb hands couldn’t be thankful enough as they defrost.

The boy he just rescued follows him along into the living room and they sit across from one another.

Noah’s eyes wander around the room - observing all the art pieces hanging, and the overall nostalgic theme of the room - and Junior’s stare timidly at the ground.

The silence gets too uneasy and Noah decides to break it with the only question occupying his mind.

“Is he your partner?”

The boy’s eyes jolt up at him, clearly startled by the question.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”

“No…uh- no, it’s okay. Yeah…No. It’s, um, it’s complicated. He’s the only one I’ve got.”

‘What kind of a no-answer answer was that?’ Noah thinks to himself, and thanks god the man walks in with the coffee right then, he had no idea how he was supposed to respond to that.

The look on Junior’s face shifts and his eyes move back to where they were before.

“There you go.” Noah holds the cup he’s handed.

“You guys won’t have any?”

“Junior doesn’t drink coffee. And I just had some before you arrived.”

His eyes flicker between the standing man and the smaller boy on the sofa, and the invisible tension he couldn’t find a reasonable explanation for. And then the bitter smell of coffee catches his attention. He sips cautiously at first, not to burn his mouth, and when he’s sure it’s a reasonable temperature, he gulps down the heavenly warm liquid.

The man takes a step back and rests his hand on Junior’s shoulder, to which he flinches.

“What were you two talking about?”

“H-he asked what the nature of our relationship was.”

He smiles creepily at the boy.

“What did you say?”

“That it’s complicated.”

Noah parts his lips to say something but his tongue feels heavy, and so do his eyelids. Their voices melt into the background. He tries to hold onto the cup but his fingers lose their grip and the cup falls, spilling whatever was left in it on the parquet.

“…I’m sorry.” Junior looks up at him with tearful eyes, like he was just waiting for the right moment to say that. He sounds small…and ashamed. The creepy smirk on the man’s face and Junior’s remorseful expression are the last things Noah sees before his vision goes black.

[next chapter]

[capturedpain]

Dracula (2020) 1x02

"Try and stay calm. You're doing very good."

If you're looking for one of those overly intimate whumper's then Dracula fits the bill.

This show has a lot of whump in it, male and female. But WARNING, there is implied sexual assault in the first episode to the main character when he's sleeping. There is another scene implied in this episode as well. Since Dracula does induce hallucination, I'm not exactly sure it physically happens, but here the warning just in case.

[necromycologist]

gotta say i love the sheer bitchiness of everybody in lockwood n co. im SERIOUS.