#creepy touch

[go-whump-in-the-night]

"You look so much better like this."

[eight-littlenightmares]

overly intimate whumpers who touch and hold their whumpees.

whumpees who a: have been there so long and are so touch-starved that they eventually just lean into it, or b: have been there as long as they can remember and think that’s what love is

caretakers who are horrified when they find out the reason whumpee braces themself when they’re hugged

caretakers being heartbroken at how touch-starved whumpee is, the way they’d do anything to be held

[demaparbat-hp]

When I saw you making For the Spirits art I was so excited, wow, one of my favourite artists is reading this too, how nice!! Then I realised you’re actually the author and I just want to ask, how?? Are you so talented???? I love this fic and I love your art so so much, thank you for sharing it all with us. Can’t wait for the next update!!

Ah, thank you! This is literally so sweet! For the Spirits (adding a link for the curious folks out there!) is my love child. This project owns my heart and soul, and it's truly so rewarding that you like it! I want to sketch so many different scenes, really, but I'm doing my best to give you some quality artwork of my favorite moments in the story. It's a slow process.

As for next chapter—soon! I'm working on some sketches for this particular scene, and I am so excited to share it with everyone! Things start to pick up from here... But, for now, have a (very little) sneak peek ❤️

Zuko stood at the end of the world, surrounded by miles of snow and the resounding echo of his own shallow breaths. He took everything in, closed his eyes to receive Agni’s light, and howled.

Something howled back, and he smiled.

[lovecharmforyou]

“My little boy, Min-su!”

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Dick knows anger better than most.

Since the night of the circus it's been all consuming each day a test to see if he finally gives in. Hiding behind smiles and laughter.

His siblings especially test his control.

Not what they do Little Wing could flat out murder him and he would brush it off.

Every bruise, every cut he sees on his Robins forces him to breathe. So he doesn't hunt whoever did it.

He knows Jason understands or at least is aware he watched the fights that occurred between Bruce and him.

But only one sibling understands exactly what he would do what he could do with the right motivation.

He killed the Joker if it wasn't for Bruce the clown would be six feet deep and he wouldn't lose a wink.

He knows Ra's has had a slight obsession with his Baby bird, his baby brother.

He didn't realized how far it had went. What Ra had orchestrated what he had tried to take from Tim.

His baby bird laid it all at his feet. Those eyes that once were so full of light shining with unshed tears. Haunted in the same way Dick's are when it rains.

His little Brother who no matter what will always be under his wing.

Ra was dead before Tim woke up the next morning.

When he did he found Dick Grayson sleeping chair facing the door escrima sticks in hand waiting.

He made the mistake once of letting Tim fly by himself.

Never again will his Robin walk alone.

[holidayinhell]

The Laundry Room

Characters: creepy/intimate Whumper, captive Whumpee CWs: captivity, noncon (mostly implied but eh), sexual/noncon nudity, food denial, discussion of amputation, classic whump shiz

In the early days of his captivity, Whumpee was allowed to sleep on the couch in the basement. Now he spent his days chained up on the floor of the wash room, tethered to the column in the center of the laundry room with a radius of no more than twenty feet to roam about. The cold of the cellar was inescapable. Sometimes, late at night, he would secretly turn on the dryer on its lowest setting and press his face to its warmth. It was one of the only good things left in his life anymore. Now all he had to look forward to was the sweet release of sleep and laundry day once a week.

“Whuuuum-peeeee!” Called a singsong voice from the top of the steps.

Whumpee swallowed. No matter how many times this happened, he was never prepared for it.

The wooden steps creaked in protest under Whumper’s heavy boots. The tall man rounded the corner of the basement into the subterranean laundry room, where he found his favorite captive chained to the central support beam, exactly where he’d left him.

“Got a little something to keep you busy.” Whumper grinned, dumping the contents of the laundry basket he was holding onto the floor. “Turn around.”

Before he finished giving the command, Whumpee had already presented his captor with the zip ties securing his wrists behind his back. Normally Whumper would remove the binds the moment he got home, but he'd had already been back for hours. Maybe he was busy with something else. Or maybe he did it on purpose.

Whumper retrieved his switchblade from his pocked and flipped it open.

“So I saw something on the news again today.” Whumper informed his captive, snapping the plastic ties with his knife.

“Apparently someone found an old hat in the woods. They think that it’s one of yours. It started another search for you, if you can goddamn believe it, and it’s even bigger than before. There’s helicopters and scent tracing dogs and all.”

Whumper unbuckled his belt, sliding the leather strap through the loops of his pants. “That’s some crazy persistence, all for one person. Like, move on with your lives, people. What’s it been, a whole year now?”

“Ten months.” Whumpee replied weakly, rubbing the red marks on his wrists.

“Shietttt, has it really been that long? I was just kidding.” Whumper said playfully, his voice laced with something sinister. “Well, you know what they say: time flies when you’re having fun.”

Fun. Is that what this was?

“I’m just glad they haven’t given up hope yet.”

Whumpee knew he’d misspoke the second the words left his mouth.

“Wrong, Whumpee.” The air went heavy. Whumper shot a disdainful glance at Whumpee, his eyes narrowing with contempt. “People need to stop searching. They need to give up already.”

Whumper was still clutching his leather belt in his hands. For the sake of his physical wellbeing, Whumpee decided to ignore the comment completely.

“Uh, so separate these by color, then?” Whumpee asked as he pawed through the dirty laundry on the floor, desperate to change the subject.

Whumper’s mind was still on the search. “Hmm? Oh, yeah, like usual. Remember to run the sheets—“

“On delicate mode?” Whumpee finished his thought. “Mhmm. Got it.”

Whumpee busied himself by sorting through the dirty laundry pile while Whumper loomed by the room’s entrance. Whumpee watched him cautiously from the corner of his eye. The sociopath was silently brooding, his eyes fixed on Whumpee’s form.

He wished Whumper would fuck off and go back upstairs.

Doing laundry once a week was one of the only tasks he was allowed to do, and as depressing as it was, he actually looked forward to it. It was one of the only things he had to keep himself entertained with. 

In the early days of his captivity, Whumper had allowed him to watch the small tv in the basement living room and provided him with an endless supply of magazines and books. And to think, Whumpee thought he was a prisoner back then. Like most everything in Whumpee’s life, his privileges had been taken away one by one. 

Whumper removed the tv within the first month. He never gave Whumpee a reason why. Next were the books. Then the couch. And soon enough, Whumpee found himself chained to a pole with his wrists zip-tied behind him for ten hours at a time, praying that his captor would at least remember to feed him that day.

Whumpee started a pile of lights, darks, and colors, sorting each garment into its designated pile. Whumper remained in the doorway and watching his captive intently, his presence entirely unwelcome.

“So, um. Did you make something good for dinner?” Whumpee piped up, breaking the tension of the silence.

Ever since he’d been captured all his brain would fixate on was food, and the only thing he could think about currently was the sumptuous meaty smell that had been tantalizing his tastebuds for the past hour.

“Mmm.” Whumper nodded, crossing his arms and stepping into the room. “Roast chicken and mashed potatoes. Garlic bread too, just from the store.”

Whumpee’s eyes widened hungrily.

“No leftovers I’m afraid.” He added.

“Oh.” 

Whumpee crumbled in on himself. That meant no dinner tonight.

Whumpee opened the cabinet above the sink to retrieve a box of detergent. He popped off the lid and scooped the plastic measuring cup into the powder, leveling the mountain of excess with a swipe of his finger.

“You should wash your clothes as well, Whumpee.” The tall man remarked from across the room.

“Uh, yeah. I will.” Whumpee agreed, continuing to avoid eye contact. He placed the pre-measured cup of detergent on the counter, turning to gather up the sorted pile of white clothes from the floor. He chucked them into the washing machine, sprinkled the soap crystals on top, and closed the lid.

He really wished Whumper would go away now, but the tall man stood firmly in place. Whumpee knew where this was going.

“I said you should wash them, Whumpee. That means to take them off.” 

Whumpee stiffened. God fucking damn it. 

Not right now. Not that he wanted to go through this shit ever, but Whumper seemed to be in an especially odd mood this evening.

Whumpee did as he was commanded. It wasn’t worth the fight. He lifted his pale blue button-up over his head, not bothering to unclasp the buttons, and tossed it into the pile of colors. He removed his socks and pants and did the same. Finally he stood in nothing but his white boxer-briefs, awkwardly shimmying them down his thighs until they slid down his legs and hung at his ankles. Blushing, he stepped out of them and walked over to the washing machine, chucking the underwear into the load of whites as it filled with water. 

A chill rocked his body when Whumper approached from behind.

The larger man pushed his hips into Whumpee’s back, pinning him squarely against the machine as it hummed to life. “Mmm. I should make you walk around naked all the time. Don’t you think?”

“It, uh… it gets really cold down here.”

“Psht.” Whumper draped his arms around Whumpee’s neck. “So I’ll buy you an electric blanket. That’d be nice, right?”

“Sure. But, please, I really do need my clothes.”

Whumper’s arms traveled down the sides of Whumpee’s torso and trailed inwards to find his ass. One hand delivered a crisp smack, which immediately left behind a glowing red mark. He smiled, scooping a buttcheek into each palm, jiggling what little flesh was there.

“Your ass is so tiny.” Whumpee quipped.

Yeah, that’s what happens when you average 400 calories a day for nearly a year.

“Yeah. I’m pretty skinny now.”

“You look good like this.” Whumper purred into his ear as he delicately stroked the length of Whumpee’s back. “But I do miss the ass.”

Time to go away now, Whumpee thought. Please, please just go the fuck away.

Whumper smacked Whumpee’s ass again, scooping it up and grinding the denim fabric on his crotch against the thin man’s perfect, bare skin while caressing his neck with his hot, wet tongue. He took Whumpee’s earlobe into his mouth and suckled it lightly, biting down on the soft flesh with only a tiny amount of pressure.

“Mm, you have goosebumps.” Whumper murmured with a self-satisfied grin. “Did that turn you on?”

Two of Whumper’s fingers traced the curvature of his ass and found Whumpee’s entrance. The digits dabbed at the hole gently, teasing and prodding the skin but never pushing inside. The firm touch sent an involuntary shiver up Whumpee’s spine. Whumper smirked at his reaction and nibbled at the side of Whumpee’s neck.

He was so cold, the warmth on his neck felt good. But nothing else did.

“I keep thinking,” Whumper cooed, Whumpee melting into him for heat. “Maybe it’s finally time to give your friends closure. Feels cruel to keep dragging things out like this. They need to stop looking for you.”

For the first time in months, Whumpee felt a vague twinge of hope. 

“What? You mean that you’ll--?”

“What I mean is, they’ll be looking for a body.”

Oh. Oh no.

“W-what?” Whumpee stammered. He twisted out from under Whumper, his chain rattling against the floor as he side-stepped his captor. “What does that mean?”

“I feel a little guilty about it. The search for you has been going on for ages, and now they’re bringing out helicopters and shit? That’s a waste of taxpayer money. The cops could be out there doing real good.”

“No. What did you mean by ‘body’?”

“I was thinking we could chop off one of your legs or something. Maybe just a foot.” 

“No!” Whumpee shrieked. “You can’t!” He delivered a feeble push against Whumper’s chest, pivoting out from underneath him. His heart was pounding in his ears so loud, he pressed his hands to cover them and doubled over in fear.

The reaction took Whumper by surprise. “Bad joke.” he offered, placing a calming hand on the other’s shoulders. 

It wasn’t a joke.

The tall man rubbed his captive’s back until Whumpee’s breath finally evened out. It felt like a betrayal, the way his body responded so well to Whumper’s comforting touch. He jerked away from the sociopath’s reach.

Whumpee blinked incredulously at the man, his cheeks burning with anger. “Don’t.” he spat.

“What?”

“Don’t you fucking dare--”

“Excuse me? Don’t I fucking dare do what?”

“Don’t fucking joke about mutilating me!” Whumpee shouted.

“Hey.” Whumper cautioned. “You’re being too goddamn loud right now.”

Whumpee was frenzied, his chain skittered around as he paced around in a tight circle, pulling at chunks of his hair.

“How long are you going to keep me here?!” Whumpee demanded. “How much fucking longer!?”

“As long as I goddamn like.”

“Just let me go. Just please…” Whumpee pled tearfully, his emotions see-sawing violently between anger and complete despair. “You got what you wanted from me. Why won’t you let me leave…?”

Whumper shrugged. “It never was a part of the plan.”

“Fuck you!” The captive yelled. “I fucking hate you!”

“Whumpee.” Whumper warned with a stern finger, “it’s time to shut the fuck up.”

“I HATE Y—!”

Whumper grabbed a length of chain from the floor and yanked it towards him, forcing Whumpee to the ground by the shackle around his ankle.

Whumper continued pulling the chain into himself, dragging Whumpee’s body across the cold cement floor with every tug. It all happened too quickly for Whumpee to process.

“I should bash your face into the concrete again.” He growled, standing over his collapsed body. Whumpee could taste blood in his mouth. “But I’ll give you one last chance. I guess I didn’t say it explicitly enough last time, so hopefully this time it fucking sinks in: you are here to stay. There will be no more talk of kidnapping, or rescue, or freedom, or fucking escaping. No more of that. You’re here. You’re mine. This house--no--this room, is your whole fucking world, and I am your god. Get used to it.”

Whumpee lifted his head slightly and shot a fiery glance in Whumper’s direction.

“You better wipe that look off your pathetic face while you’ve still got one.” Whumper flicked his switchblade open.

He lifted one of his boots and rested its rubber sole on Whumpee’s back, pressing him into the floor. Brandishing the knife overhead, he commanded Whumpee: “Show me why I choose to keep you around. Remind me that you haven’t fucking forgotten your sole purpose in life, or I’ll saw your leg off right fucking now.”

Face-down on the floor, Whumpee let out a sigh so small only he could hear it.

He knew what he had to do. He didn’t have any other options. Silent tears rushed down his cheeks and fell soundlessly to the floor.

And so out of self-preservation, Whumpee thrust his hips into the air and pushed his face to the floor, his bare ass on full display. He shifted weight into his palms and spread his legs out, his dick and balls tumbled forward, swaying slightly while he found his balance. His hands reached back behind him, blindly tracing the outsides of his thighs, following a line up and over to the round cleft of his butt cheeks.

Choking down a sob, he forced his ass apart. He disgracefully presented his hole before Whumper’s shining, ravenous eyes.

The captor’s jeans fell to the ground. The man dropped to his knees, settling himself in the space between Whumpee’s open legs. 

“When I’m done with you, you are going to fucking thank me like your life depends on it.”

The sudden, high-pitched beep of the washing machine pierced the quiet of the room, signalling that the washing was done. 

Whumpee didn’t dare move an inch.

“And after I’ve filled you up,” Whumper’s hot breath hit his ear. 

“You’re going to tell me exactly which limb to cut off.”

((more Whump oneshots))

[this-is-specifically-for-art]

(Really? He didn't need your help.)

[defire]

What about whumpee with no physical marks so everyone assumes they’re fine but they have nightmares about what whumper did to them? Maybe whumpers still around in their life but they can’t tell anyone?

Oh yeah, I bet a lot of people could identify with this

(kink blogs pls don't reblog it just makes me uncomfortable)

No-marks whump

Content: intimidation, threats, emotional abuse, suicidal, noncon, rape, spraining, bruising, gag, stress positions, restraints, noncon touch, intimate whumper

Whumper sneaking around and suddenly popping up right there. Being in the shadows as whumpee crosses and making them think they're seeing things. Threatening whumpee with weapons and getting more intense each time,

Wrapping something around whumpee's throat enough to strangle them slowly but not hard or abrasive enough to leave marks. Whumpee still feels the collar around their throat and starts having trouble breathing any time they get think of whumper.

Friend of whumpee: "I get it whumpee, you're upset. But at some point you have to get up and pick up the pieces." Meanwhile whumpee is still deciding whether to use the knives on the vegetables or their wrists. No one can see the destruction they've suffered, no one understands.

Eyeing whumpee and "stripping them with their eyes" anytime whumpee walks in the room

"Whumpee, I'm surprised you'd take the risk of assaulting me." "You pulled a damn gun on me!" "He said, she said," whumper smiles. "And I'm the one with marks on my face to prove it. Now, I'll ask you one more time. Get on your hands and knees, or I'll blow your brains out."

Getting them alone, cutting off their clothes, then shoving them into position to be raped, slapping them anytime they resist. "Sure, I'll get you more clothes in a bit. Just need to wait for those red marks to fade. What should we do in the meantime?"

Whumper knows how to sprain without breaking. Whumpee can feel intense pain for weeks afterward anytime they use the joint or tendon, but nobody seems to even notice that they're crouching over their injuries in pain.

Gripping whumpee with thumbs digging into their thighs near their crotch so the bruises won't be visible--unless whumpee wants to pull their pants down to show people.

Makes whumpee spend hours kneeling with a gag in their mouth.

Making them focus on it and watch as whumper very slowly, delicately touches and kisses ears, and then begins to touch thighs... Moving so slowly is excruciating and by the time they're unzipping whumpee's pants, victim has already been crying for twenty minutes.

"you made a mess... That's okay, we'll clean you up. Just hold still. I'll clean you myself."

[whumperful]

More creepy/intimate whumper things

Part 1 can be found here! Happy Valentine's Day!

Cleaning Whumpee while they're tied up in bath

Playing with Whumpee's hair before roughly pulling it

Nuzzling Whumpee or possesively putting an arm around them while they're in public

Groping Whumpee in public

Holding Whumpee's face to examine them

Forcefully kissing Whumpee and biting their lip until it bleeds

Calling Whumpee pet names and refusing to use their actual name

Forcing Whumpee to undress Whumper

Making Whumpee sleep in the same bed as Whumper (tied up or not)

Forcing Whumpee to pretend they're in a romantic relationship with Whumper (in front of Caretaker)

Touching/kissing Whumpee while they sleep

Hand-feeding Whumpee

Whumper forcing their fingers into Whumpee's mouth

Whumper filming/taking pictures of Whumpee while they're in a compromised position

[go-whump-in-the-night]

[sleepy-vix]

"the secret to writing the perfect romance is to make them unable to live without the other person"

"the secret to writing the perfect romance is to make one fall first and the other fall harder"

wrong. the secret to writing the perfect romance is to establish them as individual characters first, with their own personal aspirations and fears, before introducing them to eachother so the characters can fall for characters that were actually written to be characters instead of shallowly written to play a part in a romance story.

[bloomin-daydream]

🌻

gross?! 🌻☀️

[love-3-crimes]

BUT THAT DON'T MEAN SHIT IN A TOWN THIS SMALL!!!

[a-living-canvas]

Hi there, love your writing!! I don’t know if your taking requests, but if you are I would love if you could do a wumpee left alone for a really long time, maybe they misbehaved, or wumper needed a break, so wumper puts them in a room with everything they need, food, appliances, a bed, but no entertainment. And everything is controlled by wumper, food, lights, water, maybe even certain rooms. Maybe wumpee has separation anxiety on top of it all. And in the end wumpee is very touch starved. Sorry it’s so long, feel free to ignore this!

I tried :) I hope you like it <333

Sequoia

The door creaked open slowly. The familiar scent of cologne wafting in the air, flaring up Whumpee's nostrils almost immediately. He sat up from the small bed, his fingers rubbing his eyes shakily. 

It's not from the lack of food, no, Whumper didn't leave him to starve by himself. But from the need to touch. To be touched, to be held.

Even if it's coming from the devil himself.

Whumper pushed the door close with his foot, eyeing Whumpee closely with a calm expression. Ah, how he missed him. He was so defiant before, kicking and thrashing and screaming. But now Whumpee looked…accepting. 

Would you pull away from my touch again?

Would you lean in close to my embrace?

Whumper waited so long for that moment to come. That's why the punishment was needed, to make Whumpee crave him, like he's the aphrodisiac itself.

"Did you miss me?"

He asked gently, his gaze softening at the sight of Whumpee's poor state. Maybe he shouldn't leave him for so long next time. He walked towards the boy, satisfied when the boy didn't flinch nor backed away. Whumpee stayed still like he wanted.

Like a good boy.

Whumper crouched down in front of Whumpee. He made some distance so Whumpee couldn't reach him. Couldn't satisfy his aching feeling to touch another physical being. A part of Whumper wanted to give in, but he was having so much fun to stop at the moment.

Whumpee crawled slowly to Whumper, he wanted to curse at the chains for restricting his movement. Whumper held out his hand, waving it around randomly in the air as Whumpee's eyes followed obediently. 

He stopped his hand right above his head, almost ruffling the soft hair before he grabbed a pair of gloves from his pocket. Whumper put the gloves on in front of Whumpee. He reached his hand forward once again, and this time he patted the other's head.

But Whumpee didn't look satisfied. The lack of warmth and the texture of skin drove him almost crazy. "M-master, please…"

"Oh? Are you begging me, Whumpee? You've never done that before."

Whumper kept patting his head, bringing his hand down to caress his cheek. "Isn't this enough? You never like being touched by me anyway. I just granted your wish."

"N-no, please…"

Whumper hummed, he took Whumpee's chin in between his fingers. He wanted to see how desperate the boy could be. "Please what?"

Whumpee mumbled incoherently, he couldn't bring himself to say it straight to Whumper. But he leaned in, oh so slowly to the thumb caressing his lips. He wanted—he needed more.

Whumper brushed his lips against Whumpee's earlobe, whispering softly, "You wouldn't tell me? Should I find it out myself?"

Whumpee let out a soft gasp, shivers running down his spine as Whumper's warm breath caressed his lobe. Whumper took off the gloves, tossing it aside before pulling away from Whumpee. The boy let out a pitiful whimper at the sudden lack of contact.

Whumper stood up and Whumpee immediately clung to his legs. "M-master…please…please don't leave me again…"

Tears were already dripping down his chin as he looked up at Whumper. His captor sighed but a hint of smile could be seen on his face. He caressed Whumpee's hair gently with the tip of his fingers. 

"Are you going to be good for me?"

"Yes! Yes…! Please…!" Whumpee sniffled. "Please…"

"Alright, alright."

Whumper opened the chain around Whumpee's ankles before pulling him into a tight hug. Whumpee relaxed almost immediately in his arms, his face nuzzling the crook of Whumper's neck. Whumper chuckled,

"So needy…so desperate…"

A firm hand rubbed his back up and down and Whumpee closed his eyes, sighing softly. He waited so long for this. He never knew he could feel so much comfort from—

"Now, you will let me do anything I want to you, yeah?"

~

@nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @heyyitsworld @risk606 @jennyyy007 @failgiao891 @valravnthefrenchie @theforeverdyingperson

@electrons2006♡

[sukugo]

Do you think gojo makes those freaky ass feral expressions while getting dicked down?

YES YES YESSSSSSSSSSS RAAAAAAAAAHHHH THIS IS SOMETHIGN IM PASSIONATE ABOUT OKAY!!!!!!! YES HE DOES

like, pleasure looks such a specific way on satoru. we can see it in the tojigo fight, the hanami/jogo fight and the sukugo fight. they're the only moments where we truly get to see raw pleasure on him and it's that. eyes popping out and manic grin and laughter bubbling in his torso and body charged, and mannerisms especially crude.

there's something so animalistic about it, his "human" mask slipping from him and showing him in all his monstrous glory, unfiltered and raw and like the freak of nature he truly is

and it's exactly the same thing when it comes to sex. it's all pleasure after all.

[saint-nevermore]

i couldn't afford the real boiled plush when it happened so i meshed him in blender and put him in second life. he also has a CRT TV for his box. he loves the smell of salts and oils