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spicywhumper · 2 years
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dub/noncon tw, pet whump
whumpee forced to ride whumper slow and deep and not orgasm without permission. yet, it hits in the right place and they do. they're forced to lick their cum out of where it landed on whumper's body before they're locked back in their cage.
in my head it's an alpha whumpee and alpha whumper, so it's female-on-female whump despite the existence of at least one cock in this idea
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abhainnwhump · 5 months
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Whumpee hates spicy food. Even average taco seasoning is too much for them and they need to cool it off quickly. Whumper only feeds them spicy foods, so they either have to suffer through the pain and stomach aches or go hungry. Whumpee can't tell which is more painful.
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lifblogs · 3 days
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Fandom: The Bad Batch Rating: Teen and up Audiences Pairings: TechPhee (at the end) Word Count: 1956 Summary: Tech gets bitten by a venomous snake while saving Crosshair. Now his family has to act fast and take drastic measures to save him. WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Snake Bite, Intense Field Medicine
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tragic-feline · 2 years
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Prompt #2
(Cw: Mentions of death, implied kidnapping, chains (???) Lemme know if I missed anything pretty please. )
"I deeply apologize, It was either this or I'd have to execute you." Villain sighed as they locked eyes with the visibly annoyed hero, who was actively chained up next to the villain's throne. The hero looked so delicate compared to the heavy iron chains that restrained them.
"I'd much rather you kill me, personally.” deadpanned the hero, who was gently swinging the chains around them. They were met with an odd silence in response. “I'd like a flashy death if you could do me such a kindness. Perhaps behead me." Hero suggested half-jokingly as they turned their view away from the villain.
After another few moments of silence, villain finally spoke up.“But that would be too easy for the both of us, now wouldn't it?”
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sickficideas · 1 year
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sickfic prompt #55
character A starts feeling sweaty, shaky and nauseous after being given a drink by a coworker/friend/someone familiar. they starts to suspect they've been poisoned and start to call character B, but by the time character B answers the phone, A is already unconscious.
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whump-queen · 1 year
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we were arguing literally two minutes earlier.
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ft. my beloved, @hurtthemgently
General whimp taglist: (lmk if you don’t want to be tagged in art!) @whumpshaped  @whumpsday @emmettnet @a-whump-sideblog @whump-it-like-its-hot  @wolfeyedwitch  @whumper-soot @unorganisedalienrubbish  @kira-the-whump-enthusiast  @hidden-dreamland @whumpedydump @lonesome--hunter @ashh-ed @whump-in-the-closet @oriantthegiant @banditosong @anonymustyou, bonus tagging @blood-is-compulsory just ask to be added/removed <3
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writersmorgue · 1 year
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Can I please request a Whumpy Shinsou drabble? Love you!
yes u can :3
read on ao3
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"You know, I really do think Kaminari is improving, not just with his studies but his mental state too. Bakugo tutoring him is not what I expected to work, but hey I'm not complaining-"
"Mic, I'm trying to focus on the kids."
Hizashi snorts, jabbing him in the side, "Good thing I'm talking about said kids, eh?"
Shouta rolls his eyes, still stubbornly focused on the group sessions he set up today.
Yet another not-so-secret evaluation for Shinsou, to see which class he'd be better suited in. Not that Shouta's biased, but if he were, he'd say the kid would do well in class A. The dynamic he's already formed with several students, not to mention it would give him yet another reason in his dissertation to expel Mineta.
"Shinsou and Monoma seem to be going pretty hard." Mic observes, shifting on his feet.
Shouta hums in agreement. That had been the point.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious to see if Monoma would draw a blank or not, but so far Shinsou has managed to evade his attacks; leading to a game of tag across the training grounds.
He winces when his student trips over one of Todoroki's discarded ice projectiles, taking a hard fall onto his right shoulder.
Shinsou cries out, holding a hand out to try and fend Monoma off while clutching his injury.
Shouta is tempted to intervene, but before he can Monoma slaps his hand down on Shinsou's leg.
He appears to ask Shinsou a question, which Shouta can't tell if he answers or not.
Monoma rolls his eyes and kicks the kid's limp leg before saying something else.
Shinsou's back goes rigid, legs jerking. He sits up, clutching his throat.
His frantic expression is fixed on Monoma, who is quickly turning pale.
"Oooh Bakugo's gonna wake up with a bruise tomorrow." Mic's voice cuts through Shouta's tunnel vision, bringing him back to reality.
He ignores the comment, striding quickly forward to the two boys.
Monoma's frantic rambling becomes clearer as he closes in.
"No, breathe, come on Shinsou I'm not trying to fuck with you." The blond holds his arms out, hovering over Shinsou. "Breathe normally, damnit!"
"What's going on." Shouta's gruff voice causes both boys to look at him, panicked expressions almost identical.
"Sensei, my quirk, the quirk is wrong. I told him to shut up and-" He gasps, eyes flickering between Shinsou and Shouta, "It's not- I can't undo it."
Shouta bends down next to Shinsou, letting the boy grip his hand. His face is turning bright red, the veins in his temple bulging. He activates his quirk, grunting when he still doesn't breathe.
"You copied his quirk, you can't undo it?" He re-states the facts, trying to get a grip on the situation.
Monoma shakes his head, "N-no I, fuck I think it mixed with another quirk I have copied, it shouldn't be able to, it hasn't ever done this before-"
"Monoma!" He barks sharply, "What other quirk do you have copied, tell me now."
"Some business course student, teal skin, she has an 'influence' quirk, I'm not sure how it works but-"
"It must've fused with his since they're so similar." Shouta rolls his shoulders, jerking his head to Shinsou, "Call me on your phone so I can talk to Monoma. Stay awake, kid."
Shouta pats the kid's arm, ripping his hand away with great difficulty.
He shoves his fear and stress down to the pit of his gut. He will process this when the kid can breathe again.
"MIC." He shouts, acquiring the man's attention immediately, "Quirk malfunction. Erasing target, check with Shinsou."
Hizashi stutters, blanching at the field language during a school day, but gives his affirmation and jogs the other way.
Shouta resumes his sprint to the main building, breaking at least four door handles on the way.
45 seconds into his trek he feels his phone buzzing in his pocket. He curses, fumbling for it in his pocket. Seeing Shinsou's name on his screen only eases his worry microscopically.
He answers.
"Monoma. How is he."
"I took over, the kid was flipping his shit." Mic's voice answers, "You know who to find?"
Shouta grunts in affirmation, rounding the corner to the business wing. "Almost there. Is he conscious?"
"Barely, Eraser. You need to be quick."
His eyes dart around the classrooms, keeping an eye out for the girl.
"Shit," he curses after the last classroom comes and goes with no sign of her.
"Shit shit shit shit," He whips his head around, steeling himself and throwing open the door to the women's restroom.
And there's teal.
He's sure it's not the greatest first impression to leave on a kid, not when he's known for expelling students, but he activates his quirk immediately.
She recoils as if he's about to attack, squealing and throwing her arms up in defense.
"Shouta!" The fuzzy voice calls from his hand, "He's okay! You did it?"
Shouta blinks, eyes burning from the wave of emotions and dry eye.
He sighs tiredly, exiting the bathroom as quickly as he entered.
"Problem children." He mutters into the receiver.
"You said it, man."
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baileyboo2016 · 7 months
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i had a dream last noght that there were a group of Links in some evil persons house and we all had to read through like 3 entire books in a certain amount of time or he would kill us all…so i read out loud the fastest i could, flipping through the pages like a madman and i was so scared that i wouldn’t be fast enough. but i was. and we all escaped the place from the attic, there were five (?) of us and two of the Links died but the rest survived. The group flew through the air and hit the side of a car. Among them was Rulie. Having been unconscious, he laid on the concrete floor groaning with his right arm twisted and mangled. I was Rulie.
Also one of the links who died was like 10 years old. what the fuck bailey 😭😭
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Some days I remember that I am an idiot because I love how pineapple tastes but until this year did I learn that 'no, you should not be getting stomach cramps and vomiting after eating it.' since I just thought everybody had that issue.
Like it tastes really damn good so I just thought it was some equivalent exchange stuff.
Or just me thinking its normal cause talking about issues lead to dismissal, like apparently having other personalities in your head is not the normal and I learned that last year, can't wait for next years discovery of 'no that is not normal'.
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waterme-stories · 2 months
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Hope Is A Thing With Feathers, day 22
Twenty-eight times Nathan Summers had to watch Wade Wilson die (and the one time he made sure it would never happen again). A drabble collection for @febuwhump 2024
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Nathan Summers/Wade Wilson, Mature, whump, graphic depictions of canon-typical violence, Wade dies a lot (no like a lot), non-explicit sex, Nate kills Wade in this one, emotional abuse, accidental snuff
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day 22: “you weren’t meant to be there”
“You weren’t meant to be there,” Nate snarls, fucking into Wade like it’ll carve the words.
The real bitch is he’s lucky Wade crashed the party. Wade’s damn good at taking a bullet.
Still, Nate’s furious, and the second Wade’s healed enough to throw into bed he shows him. His hand tightens around Wade’s throat, and right as he comes his ears ring and everything tinges red and there’s a distant snap.
Wade goes limp beneath him.
Nate should feel guilt, disgust. Maybe even misplaced anger. He doesn’t really feel anything. He calls in an order for Wade’s favorite tacos.
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A/N: I’m sorry to report that Wade found the entire experience incredibly erotic. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, Nate is the true whumpee of this story. Wade’s having a grand ole time.
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⇒⇒⇒ Start at Chapter 1 ⇐⇐⇐
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← Day 21 || Day 23 →
#hope is a thing with feathers fic // read on Ao3
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spicywhumper · 2 years
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dubcon cw
whumper gives whumpee aphrodisiacs to make it easier to fuck them... it goes completely wrong and who ends up bloodied and with a new shiny sexual trauma is the whumper.
bonus point if whumpee doesn't really wanna hurt them, they just go feral as a response to the drug in their veins
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Fox Ears- 4
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AN: Hey! I have never written a scene like this before, so I’m not really sure how to make the subtle things clear. So, I’m just making a note here. Kitsu is very much so enjoying what’s happening, her panic is about not being good enough for Hiral
CW: dubcon, spice, intimate whumper, touch-starved whumpee, pet whump, kitsunemimi whumpee
After everyone had left, Hiral gestured for Kitsu to follow her. They walked up to Hiral’s bedroom where the witch climbed onto her bed and leaned amongst her plethora of pillows.
She patted her lap, “Come here, little fox.”
Kitsu carefully climbed on top of their mistress, straddling her lightly, just like before. They hoped she would play with their hair again. They settled down on Hiral’s lap, feeling comfortable and enjoying the contact, and closed their eyes.
Kitsu’s eyes flew open as Hiral hooked a finger under their collar and pulled, forcing their hands on either side of her head to keep from falling, “I said, come here, little fox.” she said, looking at the kitsunemimi amorously
The fox looked at their mistress in confusion and blushed bright red, completely unsure of what to do from here. They were there. They did what she said. The trainers never told her what to do if this happened. They had no idea what to do. What if they did a bad job? They wanted to please their mistress.
Hiral smiled wolfishly and wrapped her arms around Kitsu’s waist, pulling them flush against her. All of Kitsu’s thoughts immediately left their mind and their head became fuzzy from all the physical contact.
“Mmm, you look so cute like this, my pet. What are you thinking?”
“I- I’m not s-sure,” Kitsu panted, “I- I can't r- really think. My head is too foggy. This feels really n- nice, though.”
She slid her tongue up their neck before biting down on their throat lightly, causing them to gasp, “Perfect,” purred Hiral
“M- Mistress?”
“Yes, little fox?” Hiral smiled at the obvious but mild panic in her pet’s eyes
Kitsu wanted to tell their mistress their worries but decided against it. If they just obeyed perfectly, everything would be fine. “Are you o- okay? Y- you seem sort of s- stressed.”
“Ugh, yes, I'm fine. It's just that Aria can be so frustrating sometimes, you know?” she said, placing her hands on the fox’s hip and pulling them closer
“N- no, mistress,” they gasped, putting their face in the crook of Hiral’s neck, “I- I don't kn- know. I'm sorry.”
“Of course, you don't know. You've only just met her. And you're just a pet, so you wouldn't notice anyway.”
“If you're going to have your face there, you may as well make yourself useful,” said Hiral, tilting her head to expose her neck a bit more
They hesitantly began softly kissing Hiral’s neck, enjoying every ounce of contact they could.
“Mmmh, good girl. Anyways, yes. Aria can be so uptight. It's quite draining, always trying to please her. And Dia always has an extreme amount of excess energy and that is quite draining as well. I suppose Zavir is the only one who isn't draining to be around.”
“I- I know I am just a p- pet but, i- if you don't mind me asking, mistress, why are you friends with them if y- you don't enjoy being around them?”
Hiral hummed thoughtfully, brushing a strand of Kitsu’s hair behind their ear, “Well, Dia decided that I was her friend a ways back, and my parents wanted to get on good terms with her father, so I did what any dutiful daughter would and made nice with her. And Aria is the next in line to the throne of Meadai, so it is only best that I stay on her good side. Do you understand, little fox?”
“Y- yes, mistress. Thank you for explaining. I'm sorry for questioning you.”
She pushed Kitsu backward and climbed on top of them, “That’s alright, my little pet.”
“But, I'm done talking now,” she said, grabbing Kitsu’s wrists and pinning them down on the bed
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leaiss · 9 months
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I am this close to writing a very indulgent hurt/comfort insomniac!leander fic
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darkrpfinder · 2 months
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21+ NB looking for writers 18+ interested in writing fandomless ocxoc whump content. i prefer to write the whumpee / victim. any pairing MxM, FxF, MxF, etc. i have no limits and will accommodate yours. heavy dead dove content including torture, non con, drugging, abuse. possible underage & incest. i match reply length & speed. like and i will reach out with my discord!
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blackkatmagic · 1 year
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Wip ask game!: blood/bleed
(mildly spicy be warned)
His mouth is sweet, and when Dogma grips his hair in one tight fist, pulls Agen towards him and almost into his lap, Agen arches into the grip, tips his head and makes a sound that buries itself deep in Dogma's blood.
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