#whump games

[victimeyez]

The Confession Game

I love a good sadistic game – especially when It’s unfair :) 

I wrote a piece a few years ago with a whumper and a captive whumpee playing a game I called The Confession Game. Thinking about it recently, I realized it could be a fun game to play with some current characters, and could go a lot of different ways for different pairings (or groups). I think it could be a fun prompt! If you play the game with yours, please tag me so I can read it!

Whumpee is typically bound and/or in a vulnerable position. They don’t have to be, but it works well for physical punishments throughout the game. Or even some “rewards”.

The whumper explains the rules to the whumpee. 

Rules for The Confession Game

–The whumpee has to make “confessions” to the whumper. Confessions are secrets the whumpee has to offer.

– Confessions have to be all new information – things the whumper did not previously know. 

– Confessions can’t be boring, they need to be confessions to bad behavior or offerings of embarrassing secrets. 

– If the confession is interesting to the whumper, the whumpee gets a reward. In the original story, he was food restricted, and his reward was being handfed little pieces of chocolate. Rewards can be as lavish or as little as you want - hours of sleep, tidbits of information the whumpee needs, time in a heated or cooled place, articles of clothing, whatever works!

– If the confession is already something the whumper knows, they get a punishment. 

– If the confession doesn’t divulge something new and juicy enough, they get a punishment. This forces the whumpee to walk a very fine line of divulging secrets bad enough to keep whumper’s attention, but not so bad as to piss the whumper off and get them in real trouble. Depending on the whumper, they might be more lenient than usual since the whumpee is “confessing” to them. On the flipside, it could be downright impossible to confess something that the whumper would accept as a confession without them flying into a rage. 

– If the whumper already knows the information or feels they could have guessed it, punishment. This could be an exciting way to reveal that a whumper knows something that whumpee thought was a secret they still held. Either because they offer the information and whumper tells them they know, or because whumper catches them trying to lie. All confessions are supposed to be personal and honest.

– If the whumpee does not answer fast enough, they get a punishment. A time limit can be set for them to answer, but typically something short, like 30 seconds or a minute. Or maybe it’s just to the whumper’s whims! Trying to think of something that walks the fine line when under the pressure of a time limit can make the whumpee blurt out things they shouldn’t, or completely freeze and run out of time.

– Punishments can be whatever you want them to be - lashes with a cane or whip, cuts, time in a stress position, meals they lose, staples or nails they take, days in sensory deprivation or strict bondage, articles of clothing they lose, fingers broken, burns they get, just remember to have fun and be yourself kids!

This can be good “bonding” time, and can be an opportunity to dig into backstories.

Happy Whumping!

[a-crumb-of-whump]

This or That: Whump Edition

Guess who made an official This or That game for whump enjoyers:)

Rules: Drag a line over your preference. If you need to elaborate, do so in the ‘extra info’ section below! If neither are your cup of tea, you can either ignore it or make up your own system to show that it’s not applicable:)

Click the 'read more' for a blank template and all your options in case you can't see it or don't want to use the photo:)

Hurt or Comfort

Defiance or Obedience

Dehydration or starvation

Modern or Historical

Whumper or Caretaker

Visual or Written

Cold or Heat

Drabbles or Stories

Ropes or Chains

Screams or Silence

Gags or Muzzles

Creating or Consuming

Forced to watch or Forced to hurt

Gore or Non-gore

Non-human victim or Human victim

AFAB victim or AMAB victim

[acer-whumpstuff]

Whumper has two whumpees. They both keep trying to protect the other, so they come up with a game.

They have to punish themselves, and whoever entertains whumper better gets to be tortured the whole week, and the loser is given a break for the week.

Also works the other way around, for whumpees who hate each other. They have to torture themselves to try to earn a week’s break, or to ensure the other suffers worse.

[theheartwhumpswhatitwhumps]

Whumpee is usually very articulate. But under intense stress, they stutter badly and there’s no hope of getting control of it until they’ve calmed down

Whumper treats it like a little game. How badly can they make Whumpee stutter? What triggers it the worst?

One day, Whumper holds up a card for Whumpee to see. Sweat drips down their cheek, mixes with old blood. Handwritten on the card in uncharacteristically clear scrawl is one word: allegorical.

“If you,” Whumper taps Whumpee’s nose, “can say this,” they wiggle the card, “without messing up…I will let you go.”

Whumpee’s heart leaps in their chest. Cruel hope. Cruel mockery.

“I c-c-c-can’t—”

“Yeah, probably not, but don’t sell yourself short.” Whumper kneels in front of them, smiling with many teeth. “I believe in you. Best case scenario, you win, and I let you go. You get to breathe good air and see deer and whatever else you’re imagining right now.”

Shame warms Whumpee’s cheeks, like they’ve been caught in something perverse. Hope has become a forbidden fantasy.

“Worst case scenario…” Whumper pauses, absentmindedly folding the corner of the card while they think of a suitable consequence.

Whumpee swallows. “I st-st…” The game is already lost. They can’t even tame their tongue on a single syllable word. “I st-stay here?”

Whumper’s eyes raise without their head moving to follow. The effect is wolflike, predatory. A spark flies across them suddenly, the flash of an idea. Whumpee’s blood runs cold.

[aceofwhump]

this or that but it's things that I do not like that much, so I force myself to choose the lesser of two evils. (apologies for any squicks)

creepy whumper or submissive whumpee? | ripped out nail or eye trauma? | zero follow-through or TV logic healing? | whumpee who is stoic even through the most brutal torture or whumpee who breaks at the first sight of a blade? | pet whump or non human whump? | aggressive caretaker or childish whumper?

I'm so. tired. apologies for any spelling mistakes

also ya don't have to answer this if you want to, i just wanted to see

Oh this one is definitely hard cause yeah most of these are things I dislike as well! Truly a challenge of lesser of two evils. Okay here I go:

creepy whumper or submissive whumpee? | ripped out nail or eye trauma? | zero follow-through or TV logic healing? | whumpee who is stoic even through the most brutal torture or whumpee who breaks at the first sight of a blade? | pet whump or non human whump? | aggressive caretaker or childish whumper?

Most of these turned into "okay I can read this trope and the other one is an absolute no"

[whumpygames]

Altight, for you anon, and also because this little thing plagued my mind today out of the bottoms of my memory.

It's a short little game I played in 2016. It's incomplete and it will probably remain as such.

You are a boy waking up in a cage on a lab, and you need to escape. You meet a headless cat who befriends you and aids you.

Takes 15 minutes or so.

itch.io page and download

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[soup-in-my-fly]

“You’re beautiful...”

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

Whumpee and I have been working with a group that is looking to build their next project alrighty then

Caretaker Minister of the State of New South Africa for a second time after being arrested in a police raid WHAT

Whumper said he had been in contact for about two hours and had been in the area since Monday afternoon alrighty then

Whump Game: Autofill

If you're like me and write on mobile sometimes, autofill will pick up on your common whump phrases. Try writing whumpee/whumper/caretaker on your phone, then keep pressing autofill until you have a complete sentence. I wanna see what everyone else has, show me show me show me

"Whumpee tried to plead the whump community to make calls for them to get their attention to their needs"

"Caretaker was about to snap once more and I had to buy a new whumper"

"Whumper yelled for you to call out sick and get back to the floor"

[tampire]

Lollipop Chainsaw / Evil Dead

[waitimcomingtoo]

Line Without A Hook

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: Peeta freaks out when you get hurt in the arena and gets teased for how much he takes care of you (catching fire arena)

Masterlist

Peeta had barely gotten out the words “stay by me” when the cornucopia on the island starting to spin. Tributes flew off and fell into the water as others struggled to grip on to whatever they could.

“It moves?” Finnick shouted to no one in particular as he gripped the first arm he could see through the salt water spray. The arm belonged to Peeta, who looked to his side and panicked when he realized you were no longer there.

“Where did Y/n go?” Peeta shouted over the sound of the waves.

“I think she went over by the weapons.” Finnick shouted back as the dial began to rotate faster. Peeta looked into the center and saw Johanna and Mags struggling to stay aboard but no sign of you.

“Well she’s not there anymore.” Peeta shouted back as his anxiety grew.

“I’m kinda busy here, Peeta. I don’t know where your girlfriend went.” Finnick replied.

“There!” Wiress called and pointed towards one of the arms. Peeta followed her finger and saw you fighting with one of the careers on the edge of a spinning arm. You were winning the fight until another career threw an axe your way and got you right in the rib cage. Peeta just about lost his mind when he saw you go limp and fall into the water. He let go of the center and grabbed the first weapon he could see before sprinting toward where you had been.

“DON’T TOUCH HER.” He shouted as he threw his weapon at the career you had been fighting. It buried in his chest and sent him flying into the water. Peeta then dove into the water and forced his eyes open in an effort to find you. He followed the wavering trail of blood until he found your body floating in the water. By the time he pulled you to the surface, the dial had stopped spinning. Finnick helped him pull you out of the water and tried to give you CPR but Peeta pushed him out of the way. He did chest compressions and mouth to mouth as tears fell from his eyes and onto your face. Finally, your eyes opened and you coughed up some water. Peeta gently rolled you on your side so that you could get it all out and held your hand when you were done.

“Y/n? Are you okay, sweetheart?” Peeta asked as he held your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.

“Peeta?” You coughed out.

“I’m here. Are you okay?” He asked again and brushed your wet hair off your face.

“I’m okay. It’s just a knick.” You said and winced from the pain of the wound in your side.

“I watched it happen. It was a lot more than a knick. And you’re still bleeding.”

“It’s fine. I just do that sometimes.” You tried to wave it off but Peeta was not budging.

“Come here. We gotta get you off this thing.” Peeta looked at the cornucopia angrily before carefully lifting you off the ground. He and Finnick brought you back to the beach and helped you lay down on the sand.

“Really. I’m okay.” You tried to assure Peeta once you were on the ground again.

“Let me see how bad it is.” He said and tried to rip your suit around the wound.

“Peeta, I’m fine.” You insisted and pushed his hand away.

“You’re not fine. Just let me see.” He pleaded. You knew he wasn’t gonna let it go so you sighed and unzipped the back of your suit. You’re gingerly rolled it down to your waist, leaving you in the black bikini top you had underneath. It was the least amount of clothing Peeta had ever seen you in so he blushed and adverted his eyes at first.

“How bad is it?” You asked him, making him snap back to the moment. He looked at the wound on your side and relaxed a little when he found it wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought.

“It looks worse than it really is. We just need to get it clean.”

“We?” You raised an eyebrow.

“You took care of me once. And I’m not gonna let you die from infection after everything you’ve survived.”

“But-“

“Just shut up and let me take care of you?” Peeta whined.

“Okay.” You smiled softly. “Fine.”

Peeta returned the smile before carefully picking you up. He walked into the water with you in his arms and went deep enough that the salt water could clean your wound. You winced and arched your back to stay out of the water.

“Sorry. I know it hurts.” Peeta apologized and bent his knees to put you back in the water.

“It really hurts. I want to get out.” You told him and flinched when a wave stung your side.

“Not yet. You have to keep it clean.” Peeta said sympathetically. You gripped his shoulder and hissed in pain as he dunked you in again.

“Look at them.” Finnick snorted and nodded towards you and Peeta.

“You think it’s real?” Johanna asked as she sharpened her axe with another knife.

“What?”

“The whole lovelorn star crossed lovers plot. Think it’s all an act?” Johanna asked as she watched the two of you in the water with the sun beginning to set behind you.

“I used to.” Finnick replied.

“Used to?”

“Yeah. I thought it was an act at first. I think we all did. But that boy loves her.” Finnick said most assuredly.

“Okay. That’s enough.” Peeta decided and carried you back to the shore.

“I can walk.” You chuckled when he continued to carry you up the beach.

“I know.” He said simply and continued carrying you. He gently laid you down by the rest of your group and knelt beside you.

“I need something to cover this.” He realized and looked around but all he saw was sand.

“Can you please get me some leaves from the jungle?” Peeta asked Johanna.

“Get them yourself.” She scoffed.

“I can’t leave her. Please, just help me this once.” Peeta asked again.

“Peeta, it’s okay. Really. You can go.” You assured him by taking his hand and squeezing it. He blushed when you did this and nodded his head.

“I’ll be right back.” He promised before running off into the jungle. He returned shortly after with a couple leaves and water in a coconut shell.

“I got some leaves and water. Can you sit up?”

“Yeah. Thank you.” You smiled in appreciation as you painfully sat up. Peeta held the coconut shell to your lips and helped you sip some water before using the leaves to create a bandage for your wound. The sun had set below the horizon at that point and you were definitely ready to go to sleep.

“You can sleep. I’ll keep first watch.” Peeta said as he read your mind. You usually protested and let others sleep first, but you were too tired to do that today.

“Thank you. Wake me up in a few hours so you can sleep too.” You told him as you laid down on the sand. Peeta sat beside you until the morning came and when you woke up, you realized he was in the same exact position as he was when you had fallen asleep.

“Hey.” You said through a yawn that hurt to complete. You winced and touched your side as you tried to sit up. Peeta put a hand on your back to help you sit up and immediately handed you a coconut shell full of water. You smiled graciously at him and drank the whole thing.

“When did you sleep last night?” You asked when you were done.

“I don’t know. Sometimes after-“

“He didn’t.” Finnick cut him off. You looked at Peeta for an explanation and he was red with embarrassment.

“What? You didn’t sleep?” You asked and smacked his arm.

“I tried to take over after I got a few hours but lover boy didn’t let me. He said he needed to make sure you didn’t bleed out.” Finnick continued as he headed towards the water to fish for some breakfast.

“P, you need to sleep. I was fine.” You said and shook his arm.

“I was too. I wasn’t tired.” Peeta replied and you knew he was lying. You gave him a look but he just looked to the side.

“I’m really okay. The salt water helped.” You tried to assure him.

“Oh, yeah. Salt water. We have to keep it clean.” Peeta remembered and stood up. Before you could protest, he scooped you up and carried you to the water. You didn’t complain this time even though it hurt to be in the water. You knew he just needed to take care of you or else he’d lose his mind with worrying. Once he was satisfied, he carried you back to the beach and gently laid you down.

“Are you hungry?” He asked once you were back on the sand.

“I’m all right.” You answered.

“Are you hungry?” Johanna mocked Peeta’s voice in a high pitched manner. You looked at her angrily as Peeta turned red.

“Instead of mocking me, why don’t you do something to help?” He said to her.

“Help how? No one else can get near her because of you. You should’ve seen the way he was watching you last night. I don’t think I ever saw him blink.” Johanna snorted. You looked over at Peeta and he was looking down at his hands with embarrassment. You put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it endearingly.

“It’s nice that Peeta cares so much. He’s right about infection. A lot of people have died from it in these games before they even realize what’s going on.” You defended him, making him smile at you.

“Oh, give me a break.” Johanna groaned. “Why don’t you two make out some more and get us some sponsors?”

“Yeah. Put on a show so we can eat.” Finnick laughed. Peeta shifted uncomfortably and you felt bad for him. You knew your fake relationship was a sensitive subject for him and now he had to listen to his allies mock it.

“Stop it.” You stated. “We’re not doing that.”

“Please? Just say your vows again in front of the camera. I’m starving.” Johanna whined.

“Then go hunt.” You snapped.

“Come on. What’s the point of being allies with the star crossed lovers if you’re not gonna kiss and get us some parachutes?” Finnick asked with a teasing smile.

“I know. I thought we’d at least get something when Peeta nearly lost his mind after not being able to find you for-what was it- two minutes? I thought his head was gonna explode.” Johanna added on.

“So did I.” Finnick agreed. “If you think about it, we don’t even have to kill the other tributes. Let’s just hide Y/n for a few hours and let Peeta kill everyone while he tries to find her.”

“Leave him alone. No more jokes.” You ordered all while Peeta stayed silently looking out at the waves. Everyone was quiet for a minute and you assumed the jokes were finally done. Peeta looked at you and smiled sadly so you took his hand and squeezed it.

“If they show us how they made that baby, I bet the Capital would send us a feast.” Johanna said to cut the silence. Finnick burst out laughing, making Peeta get up and walk away. You watched him walk into the jungle before looking at Johanna and Mason angrily.

“Look what you did. Why’d you have to tease him?” You asked and smacked Finnicks arm.

“Sorry. Go check on him. Tell loverboy I didn’t mean to make him cry.” Finnick pouted teasingly. You rolled your eyes at him and got up off the floor.

“You guys don’t know him. He’s a lot stronger than you give him credit for. Don’t forget that he won his games.” You said in Peeta’s defense. That left Johanna and Finnick silent as you walked off into the jungle in the direction Peeta had gone in. You found him using the spile to get some more water from you. You weren’t even thirsty from how often he’d been getting you water but you weren’t about to tell him that.

“Hey.” You said as you approached him.

“Hey. I was getting you some water.” Peeta said without looking at you. You could tell he was upset by what the others had been and you hated that you couldn’t even talk about it without the cameras picking it up.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly at him as you took the water.

“If you’re hungry, I can go pick some stuff. I know Finnicks been catching a lot of fish so if you need something sweeter, I can try and go find a berry bush.” He offered and still didn’t look in your eyes. You took him face and turned his head so that he had to look at you. He finally looked into your eyes and smiled sadly.

“Thank you.” You said sincerely. “But really, I’m really okay. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I know you can take care of yourself.”

“I can. But I appreciate you taking care of me. I just don’t want you to worry about me so much. We all need to be on high alert. I can’t be taking up your thoughts all the time.”

“But you do.” He said with a sad smile. You smiled back before pulling him into a hug. He hugged you back and was careful not to put his hands anywhere near your wound.

“I’m sorry they were teasing you.” You said into his ear.

“It’s okay. I deserve it for being so sensitive.”

“I like that you’re sensitive. It’s one of my favorite qualities of yours.” You told him as you pulled out of the bush but kept your arms around him.

“One of?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I like your banana bread too.” You replied, making him roll his eyes.

“Oh great. She likes my banana bread.” He chuckled. “That’s not one of my qualities.”

“I know. But I think about it all the time. I smell it sometimes in my dreams.”

“I’ll make you some when we go home. Your own loaf.” He promised you.

“I can’t wait.” You said through a sad laugh. You knew there was no possibility of that happening, but it made you happy to imagine anyway.

“Do you think we’ll go home?” Peeta asked after a beat of silence.

“I don’t know. We did last time.”

“Yeah but what are the chances of that happening again?” He said quietly.

“I try not to think about it.” You admitted.

“Me too. That’s why I spend so much time thinking about you.” Peeta replied. You looked into his puppy dog eyes for a while and stayed in comfortable silence. Peeta stared at you and touched your hair to keep himself grounded.

“I killed that guy.” Peeta said suddenly in a quiet voice.

“The one who attacked me?”

“Yeah. Him. I threw an axe at him. I could’ve just punched him but I didn’t. I went for the kill.”

“Why?” You wondered. You weren’t mad, it just wasn’t like Peeta to kill someone.

“Because he attacked you.” Peeta said simply.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you kill.”

“I didn’t either.” He admitted. “Do you think differently of me?”

“No. As long as you don’t try to kill me now that you’ve tasted your first blood.” You joked.

“I would never hurt you.” Peeta said sincerely.

“Oh, I know. I was just kidding.” You assured him.

“I know. I just…I don’t think you understand what you mean to me. I saw that guy put his hands on you and I just lost it. I saw red. I’ve never been so scared in my life. I thought he was gonna take you from me.” Peeta’s voice cracked on the last part so you pulled him back into a hug. You swayed back and forth and rubbed his back to calm him down.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m okay. You saved me.” You said in his ear.

“I can’t lose you.” He sniffled and hugged you tighter.

“You won’t.”

“I can’t.” He repeated. “So when I’m a pain about keeping your wound clean or drinking some water, please just listen to me. I need to know that you’re okay.”

“Okay. I can do that.” You assured him.

“You better. Because I swear to God, if you die-“

You cut Peeta off by pulling out of the hug to kiss him instead. Peeta stiffened for a moment at the unexpected contact but then melted into the kiss. The kiss didn’t last very long because Peeta got in his head about the motive behind the kiss.

“You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to.” He pulled away to whisper to you.

“I know that.” You said simply and reconnected his lips in a kiss. Peeta cupped your face to keep you close as he kissed you back. His insecurities melted away into the kiss and he let himself believe you really did feel the same.

“Hey, lovebirds. Get a room or join us for breakfast.” Finnick called from the beach. You pulled out of the kiss and rested your forehead against his.

“I wish he’d leave us alone.” Peeta sighed.

“I got this.” You told Peeta and turned to Finnick.

“I thought you wanted to see how we made the baby?” You called back. You could hear Finnick laugh as he walked back to the water to catch more fish. All while Peeta was a blushing mess over what you were implying.

“You hungry?” You asked Peeta once you were alone again.

“Can we just stay here for a while?” He asked you. You smiled and nodded your head to show him you weren’t going anywhere.

“As long as you want.”

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Part two of redoing my shittier bingo cards. This one was requested by @emotional-support-fic.

Click here for a list of all my bingo cards.

[strawberry-whump]

nonhuman whumper OR nonhuman whumpee (but not really that much of an opinion)

blood and gore OR mindbreak (i love gore an abnormal amount)

chained up tightly in the basement OR kept in a cage

whumpee that is terrified of death OR whumpee that begs for it (i live for contradictions regarding death wish, so both, both is good)

bad ending (whumpee stays trapped forever) OR good ending (escape + recovery arc) (third option: escape and getting worse arc looks at lonan (oc))

non-con touching OR starving whumpee of physical contact

whumper that meticulously stalked whumpee before kidnapping them OR whumper that saw a random person they liked and grabbed them on the fly (no opinion tbh)

“stubborn and silent” whumpee turned crying and begging OR feisty talkative whumpee turned broken and mute (this is abt jon btw)

whumper that explains to whumpee in great detail why they took and are torturing them OR whumper that refuses to tell whumpee anything no matter how much they beg (again, no real opinion)

whumpee that is constantly physically restrained OR whumpee with their limbs free and a shock collar

innocent whumpee that is desperately trying to find an answer to “why me” OR guilty whumpee still trying to run from their past (ANGST)

whumper turned into ex-whumpee’s whumpee and accepts the punishment out of guilt OR whumper turned caretaker for the ex-whumpee out of guilt (neither?)

this or that — whump edition

tried my hand at making a whump game (mostly based around my own tastes) except the choices accidentally get progressively more and more specific :P

feel free to reblog with your own opinions in bold/color and/or tag anyone else to play!

nonhuman whumper OR nonhuman whumpee // blood and gore OR mindbreak // chained up tightly in the basement OR kept in a cage // whumpee that is terrified of death OR whumpee that begs for it // bad ending (whumpee stays trapped forever) OR good ending (escape + recovery arc) // non-con touching OR starving whumpee of physical contact // whumper that meticulously stalked whumpee before kidnapping them OR whumper that saw a random person they liked and grabbed them on the fly // “stubborn and silent” whumpee turned crying and begging OR feisty talkative whumpee turned broken and mute // whumper that explains to whumpee in great detail why they took and are torturing them OR whumper that refuses to tell whumpee anything no matter how much they beg // whumpee that is constantly physically restrained OR whumpee with their limbs free and a shock collar // innocent whumpee that is desperately trying to find an answer to “why me” OR guilty whumpee still trying to run from their past // whumper turned into ex-whumpee’s whumpee and accepts the punishment out of guilt OR whumper turned caretaker for the ex-whumpee out of guilt

hope you enjoyed <3

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[creation-help]

Torturing your ocs ask game :)

(Delightful, I know. But we all do it sometimes)

1. Which of your ocs do you most often imagine sick? In what ways?

2. Which of them do you most imagine injured in other ways?

3. Who do you put through the most emotional turmoil?

4. Which oc has been tortured? Through what means?

5. Which of them has the worst luck?

6. Who goes through the most relationship conflicts? (applies to any relationships)

7. Who do you put most into stressful situations or other drama?

8. Who ends up in survival situations the most? How do they fair in them?

9. Has any of them had to be saved from the brink of death? Were there any consequences after?

10. Has any of them had to be revived / brought back to life? How did this affect them?

11. Who is afraid the most? How does this effect them?

12. What kind of health repercussions has your oc experienced through intense stress? How do they manage them?

13. Who cries the most often? What are the usual causes?

14. How does your oc cope?

15. To cap off what kind of hurt/comfort scenarios do you put your oc in?

This can be about canon story events or simply rotating scenarios for fun!

[janitorhutcherson]

i'm totally NOT touch starved so IM TOTALLY NOT asking for peeta mellark and touch starved reader... totally NOT. (i love your writing sm ☺️)

i am FINALLY giving the people what they want!! i know this isn't a whole fic/imagine but instead headcanons, BUT! it is finally peeta. i promise there will be more peeta content in the future. im working my way through the movies again and im about to reread the books, i want to be accurate about his portrayal so y'all feel like its more realistic, but here is a lil taste of what is to come! i rly hope you enjoy <3 btw!! this takes place after EVERYTHING in the books. ur basically katiness.

• Peeta is a huge softy, he's cuddly, loving, affectionate, and definitely touch starved himself. He's the type of guy to mostly have his own contact with you in some way. Sometimes he will grip onto your arm, he'll have his arm around your shoulder or your waist, or even just grip onto your shirt. When you're sitting on the couch, he opts to sit hip to hip even when the entirety of the couch is empty. When you're not cuddling in bed, you're facing opposite sides, sleeping butt-to-butt. Even with that being said, sometimes Peeta needed some space, his own bubble. You, however, did not love that.

• This is exactly why it was somewhat difficult for Peeta to understand touchstarved!reader. Regardless of how close you were, you needed more. Anytime you're walking in the district, rather it's to pick up some ingredients for the bakery or simply a leisurely walk, if he opted not to hold on to you in some way, you'd freak a little. You'd grip onto his hand, either squeezing it in yours or holding onto his larger fingers.

• Whenever dishes were being done or chores were tended to, you would wrap your arms around his waist from behind or follow him at the heel. You were desperate for his attention, his affection, his touch. Without it, you felt cold and disconnected. His touch pleased the ache that prickled against your skin from years of desperately wanting to be held.

• At night, you'd squeeze up under his arm. Your head would be tucked into his armpit, your arms wrapped around him as you tugged him close, closing your eyes and taking in his smell. When you'd fall asleep facing away from each other, Peeta wouldn't even notice you flip over to face him once he was fast asleep, curling up against him, squeezing him tightly like your life depended on it.

• In all honesty? It felt like your life did depend on it. You were a tribute alongside with Peeta, you'd both been through hell and back together. You had nightmares and he was the only one that could ground them. Part of your touch starved desperation came from the times you were alone, afraid, for yourself, for your lover. It was difficult.

• A lot of nights Peeta would ensure he'd hold you close, all too aware that he was the cure to your nightly insanity. This made you feel better, softer, warmer. On days when you were simply cuddling in bed together, you felt like you couldn't get enough. Your legs would be tangled with his, your foreheads touching, arms wrapped around one another. But nothing felt good enough. In instances like these, you would climb into his shirt, sticking your head through the hole for his own head, one that was stretched out from the many times you'd done this, one he specifically designated as his lounge shirt for this reason. Other times you would both strip your clothes off, cuddling skin to skin while Peeta would stroke your hair, pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

• All in all, Peeta is a gentle and caring lover, understanding of your needs. He'd do his best to meet them, even when it meant staying glued to your hip. He loved you, the history you two had, the stuff you'd been through, and he'd do anything to ensure your happiness and your safety. After all, you were who saved him, who kept him grounded as well, the love of his life... but, his thoughts are for another story.