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thoughtsonhurtandcomfort · 2 years

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For the caress ask, how's about sfw for Blue!!

Send me ‘ caress ‘ + a body part for my muse’s reaction to yours caressing them there

Thank you for remembering Blue!! <3

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Blue only trusts one human at the sanctuary. She is there every day, checking on him, bringing him meals, sitting and talking to him.

So when that day she doesn't show up, Blue is instantly on edge. Though swimming strains the muscles in his healing tail, he spends more time out in deeper water, away from the other humans who volunteer there.

"Come on. You have to eat!"

He recognizes the volunteer currently pacing the shore with a net full of freshly caught fish. They're here often and seem to be well liked by the other beings staying in the sanctuary...and by his human.

Blue is growing hungry and doesn't know how much longer he can stay afloat. He reluctantly swims ashore, most of his strength giving out by the time he slides up onto the sand.

"Did you hurt yourself again?"

The new human runs over and goes through the routine checks that his human always does. Blue allows this, and even lets them help him sit up and lean back against a rock.

"I picked you the biggest ones." They sit down beside him just like his human always does. "I hope in return if you find anything cool down there you'll show me, yeah? Like a sword or a megalodon tooth..."

Blue warily takes the fish and looks it over but sees nothing wrong with it, so he digs in. The human crosses their legs and scoots down to his tail to continue his check-up.

"You're real tense. Especially here..."

Their hand caresses over a particularly bad knot in the muscle of his tail. A moment of soreness and then a little burst of relief, and the merman hums contentedly.

"Yep right there..."

They continue making that same motion, stroking gently but firm down that part of his tail. The tension alleviates quickly and Blue lets out a breath, relaxing back against the rock...

He doesn't know how long he dozes but when Blue abruptly wakes it's to the ripples of the water against him as the human stands. His tail barely hurts anymore. The human gives it a friendly pat.

"Thanks for not smacking me with this," they say with a wink. Blue glares, but they both know he has a reputation.

Blue makes a hand symbol he and his usual human use to say 'stay still'. This human recognizes it as well and immediately stills.

"Is there something you need?"

The merman makes the gesture again: stay still, even more emphatically. She always understands...it's the closest way he knows how to communicate stay with me. I don't want to be alone.

The new human watches closely as Blue makes the symbol a third time. Maybe his face finally says what he can't, because they suddenly understand.

"Really? Wow...okay."

Clearly pleased, they drop the empty net aside and sit beside him again.

Breathing above water still takes a lot out of him, and Blue starts to drift down to lay beneath the surface. Usually when he does this his human combs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture for his kind. She isn't here, but...

The merfolk equivalent of fuck it crosses his mind and he bumps his head against their hand until he gets what he wants. Remaining submerged, he closes his eyes and leans his forehead against the human's leg.

Blue only trusts two humans at the sanctuary.

#merman #merfolk #mer whump #healing #caretaking #massaging #hair petting #comfort #fluff #sfw #platonic touch #my writing #my ocs #blue #blue the merman #prompt fill

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apokolyps · 2 years

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So I named the characters because they need names, Whumpee is Nick Wright, Whumper is Billie Carson and the series is called Art is Suffering. This is for @badthingshappenbingo prompt Shock Collar and it takes place near the beginning of Nick's captivity.

Part 1, Part 2, Masterlist

Swamp Mouth

Tw Noncon touching, non-sexual touching and creepy and intimate Whumper

“Go FUCK YOURSELF!!” Nick shouted, thrashing in the binds that kept him on his knees and very nearly tipping himself over. His wrists were tied behind his back and attached to the ropes restraining his ankles, effectively hogtying him.

He hated it. Granted there wasn’t anything about this situation that could be described as being remotely pleasant. Still, he hated not being able to move or shove Billie fucking Carson off of him and run up the stairs of the fucking basement and just fucking leave. He just wanted to go.

Billie had been hurting him, beating him with a fucking cane - where did they even find a cane at the grade to beat people - and leaving red welts across his chest and shoulders. But when they tried to put their hand in his fucking hair to pet him, he had to put a fucking stop to it.

He had wrenched his head out of their grip and started swearing at them in a way that would make his Grandma Ruth proud.

He had hoped to piss Billie off enough to stop doing their mock comfort thing and keep beating him already, but they had just stepped back and gave him an understanding smile.

“I know this is hard for you darling,” They said in that fucking patronizing voice of theirs, “but you are going to lea-”

“Oh you can shut the fuck up already!” Nick interrupted and he enjoyed the brief look of shock that crossed over Billie’s face. “I’m never gonna ‘learn to be your good boy’ so just shut your fucking m-”

Billie cut him off with a quick punch to the face. While he was still reeling back they grabbed hold of his jaw with an iron grip and brought their faces too close.

“Don’t. Lie.” They spoke slowly, with a large pause so Nick would understand what they were saying.

They remained there for a beat and a half to let their message ‘sink in’ before releasing his face and turning to walk over to the cabinet on the wall with the sink.

“And don’t swear,” they toss over their shoulder before unlocking a cabinet and pulling a cardboard box out.

They keep their back to Nick, so he can’t fucking see what they pull out of it, only that they fiddle around with it and hum every so often in concentration.

Eventually, Billie made a final triumphant hmm and turned around to show Nick what they had been working on.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not.”

Billie just smiled, “When are you going to learn, Swamp Mouth, there's nothing you can do to stop me.”

“The fuck I can. I’m never letting you pu-”

Billie kicked him onto his back, knocking the breath out of his lungs and stunning Nick long enough to plant a knee on his forehead and secure the fucking shock collar around his neck.

“Fucking get off be you bastard!” Nicky shouts.

To his surprise Billie actually gets off of him and moves to the other side of the room. But as Nicky was rolling himself onto his side, pain ripped through his body.

He screamed as white hot agony tore through him, and writhed on the floor for what felt like an eternity before the pain stopped as suddenly as it had come.

“Wadda you know, it works!” Billie said cheerfully as Nicky gasped for breath on the ground, twitching with aftershocks.

“A dear friend made this for me a few months ago and I hadn’t gotten to test it yet, but seeing how it works, I think we should try a little exercise in manners. How does that sound Darling?”

“It sounds, like bullshit Bil-” He cut himself off with a scream as Billie must have pressed the button on the remote a-fucking-gain.

When the shock ended Billie was sitting on the concrete next to him and watching his face with glee.

“Do you have any idea how pretty you look when you scream?” Billie asked quietly, almost to themself.

They’ve been saying fucking creepy shit like that for a while now, usually just a “so pretty,” or a random “perfect” with the look of a cat staring at a cornered mouse.

“Fucking perv,” He mutters, not quite under his breath and another shockwave tears through him, shorter this time maybe? He doesn’t fucking know. All he knows is that his muscles burn and his jaw hurts and that he hates this fucking shock collar.

“In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m going to shock you every time you swear. Swearing is an awful habit and I will not have any pet of mine doing it.”

“Pet?” Pet?

“Or Canvas, whichever you prefer.”

Is this fucker for real?

Their voice got all soft and disgusting as they spoke, “Yes Darling, you are going to be my pet.” They reached out to stroke his jaw and Nicky has had enough. He twists his head and bites down hard on their fucking hand.

Billie screams in surprise and jumps back away from Nicky. He tasted hot blood on his tongue and laughed at the expression on Billie’s face as they examine their wound.

His laugh cuts off into a scream as the collar is activated again and agony is poured through his veins.

When it stops, Nicky forces himself to make eye contact with the person who has been making his fucking life a fucking hell and grins. “You don’t fucking own me.”

Billie’s face shifts from annoyance to a pitying, blood dripping from the spot where Nick bit them beneath the thumb.

“I will.”

They pressed the button again and Nicky’s world exploded into pain.

XXX

Their Darling Nicky was defiant today, he was determined not to break, not to censor himself in order to be spared. Adorable.

He was just so strong, not just in his impressive physique (he might’ve been a hockey player, they’ll have to check later) but also his resolve.

Every time he had enough breath to speak he cursed out Billie like it was his job, spitting hatred at them at every opportunity. And every time he did Billie pressed the button on the shock collar's remote.

But he kept going.

His strength was beautiful, but not nearly as gorgeous as watching it fade.

Nicky was laying on the concrete floor, his whole body glistening with sweat and tears running down his eyes and aftershocks rippling through him. Exhaustion painted every line of his body as he panted for air.

He really was gorgeous. Weakened from lack of food and worn out from torture, but still fighting with all his strength. Beautiful.

He had enough air now, he’d caught his breath enough to speak, or at least gasp out a cute little “fuck” as he is so fond of doing. But he doesn’t.

“How you doing Swamp Mouth?” Billie asks, deciding to walk around him in a slow circle to hopefully disorient him.

Nicky doesn’t respond. He lets his breathing even out, but he doesn’t resond.

Hatred crosses into Nicky’s eyes and he scrunches his mouth like he’s about to spit in their face but Billie sends a shock through him before he is able to do more than make a silly expression.

“Is that?” Billie asked stopping to crouch by his head, they had already wrapped the bite Nicky had given them in guaze, “Is that submission?”

Billie lets him writhe on the ground longer than usual before releasing the button and watching him try to recover on the ground.

“You can bet your ass it wasn’-” Another shock. Another scream.

“Oh I think it was. I think you got tired of causing yourself pain and decided to submit.”

“No, no it wasn’t fucking subm-” Another shock. Another scream.

They patiently waited for Nicky to pull himself together.

“Aw, thats too bad,” They ruffled his hair, “because if it was, I’d stop.”

Nick paused for a single beautiful second. “Well get your fucking eyes checked cause it wasn’t and it never fucking will be!” He choked out the scream before he seemed to brace himself for the shock.

It didn’t come.

“Aw I’ve got you trained already?” They carded their hand through his hair one last time before standing and fiddling with the remote for a second.

Hoffman had several different programs installed into the remote and they knew they could customize their own with their computer. They scrolled down a few until they found the program they were looking for and activated it.

“The fuck are you doing?” Nicky asked as Billie turned back to him.

“Well the definition of insanity is trying the same thing over and over expecting different results, so I’ve decided to take a break.” They state cheerfully, grinning at the confused look on Nicky’s face.

“Thats your best fucking idea yet, when am I-” He cuts himself off with a scream, a shock on the highest level ripping through him.

They laugh at the pained expression on his face as he gasped for breath after the shock passed.

“This,” they hold the remote pinched between two fingers, “is going to send a random shock, for a random amount of time at random intervals all night.”

Nicky tensed for a couple seconds, gritting his teeth, a small shock undoubtedly moving through him.

“You’ll never know when the next shock is coming or how strong it will be. Honestly I don’t even know how long the batteries will last.” They say with a shrug, even though they were pretty sure the collar had a 12 hour charge. They just enjoyed how Nicky’s eyes widen slightly in fear.

Feeling a stab of pity for him, they cut the rope tying his hands to his feet to allow him to stretch out a ways. It wouldn’t do for him to cramp up in a stress poistion in the middle of the night when they couldn’t comfort him.

Feeling they have done everything they can to make sure they’re Nicky is a bit more responsive in the morning, they set the remote down on the counter in full view of Nicky, and climb up the stairs.

Before closing the door and shutting off the light they look one last time at the gorgeous man they have trapped and whisper, “Goodnight Darling.”

Previous Continued here

@whumpsday

#Genderfluid Whumper #Billie Carson is an Artist #Nick Wright is a Canvas #badthingshappenbingo #shock collar #whump #whump writing #defiant whumpee #creepy and intimate whumper #hair petting #conditioning #beating mention

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sociallyawkwardfoxwriter · 9 months

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)

Relationship: Orym/Dorian Storm

Characters: Orym (Critical Role), Dorian Storm, Original Child Character(s)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Morning Kisses, Banter, Babysitting, Marriage Proposal, Family Fluff, Adoption, Self-Doubt, Crying

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#warm and fluffy bingo #critical role #hair petting #dorym #dorian storm #original child characters #orym #fluff #family fluff #fanfic

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sholiofic · 1 year

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I saw a prompt that essentially went:

'an injured character getting patched up and it’s very painful, but it's their hands that are injured so the others can't even hold their hand to offer comfort, so instead someone is holding the injured character's head in their lap petting their hair and doing their best to soothe them until they’re finally patched up and able to rest, and the injured character falling asleep with their head still leaned into the other's touch, so they have to sit there with them until they too fall asleep'

and my mind immediately went to Biggles with an even pricklier than usual EvS.

It was clear that von Stalhein was in severe pain. He was white, verging on grey, and his lips were pressed together into a thin, pale line. Biggles, holding his wrist lightly in one hand while he worked on the embedded glass fragments in von Stalhein's blood-covered hand, could feel that he was rigid and trembling slightly with the effort of holding still. But despite the obvious brutal self-control that he was throwing into keeping himself still and silent, he still flinched as they picked out the glass and gravel and dabbed at the wounds with antiseptic.

"You know, you can scream if it helps," Algy remarked. He had the opposite hand, his head bent over it. Biggles had suggested that he could go back to trying to raise Ginger and Bertie on the radio if he liked, but Algy had only given him a look and got the medical kit instead.

"I am fine," von Stalhein said in a very tight voice which was about as far from fine as anything Biggles had ever heard.

They had nothing in the kit for pain except paracetamol, which they had given him, but it didn't seem to be helping much. Glancing up at von Stalhein's fixed, white face, Biggles was beginning to suspect that it wasn't merely the pain, but also a more deep-rooted and primitive fear. He needed his hands, and beneath the blood, it was difficult to tell how bad the damage was. Biggles knew that words of reassurance meant little at such a time. What von Stalhein needed was a distraction, but Biggles had tried and failed to engage him in conversation, and needed all his attention on what he was doing anyway. Trying to talk to Algy had the same issue.

Something else was needed, he decided, as von Stalhein jerked away from Algy's attempts to use a sterilized penknife to dig a deeply embedded piece of glass out of his palm. The knife slipped and gouged the side of Algy's hand. Algy cursed softly, pulling away to dab at it with a piece of gauze from the medical kit, but didn't say anything about it.

"I apologize," von Stalhein said stiffly. He pulled his hands sharply away from them, leaving streaks of his blood on their hands. "It is not necessary, just wrap them up. We can have this finished at the hospital."

"Yeah," Algy said, head bowed and not looking at von Stalhein as he taped a sticking plaster over the cut on his own hand. "So they can go on festering, get infected, is that what you want?"

"I don't think it's any of your business what I do," von Stalhein began, his voice a whipcrack.

"I have a suggestion," Biggles said hastily, over the top of both of them, before it could erupt into a full-blown fight. "Erich, I think it would be easier if you lie down. It will help you relax, and this will go faster if you don't watch."

"I prefer to see what's happening to me," von Stalhein said stiffly.

"I know you do, but it's causing you to tense in anticipation, and it isn't helping." Biggles laid von Stalhein's bleeding hand down carefully on the formerly clean scarf they had been using as a cushion. "Algy, do you mind working on this end of it, if I help him stay still?"

"Not a problem," Algy said. He took von Stalhein's hand again, with a gentleness that belied his careless tone. "If you can do that—and it's a big if ..."

Von Stalhein opened his mouth.

"Lie down, Erich." Biggles touched his shoulder. There was a moment when von Stalhein resisted, and Biggles would have let him, but then he allowed himself to be guided down to the ground—then went tense all over again when he found his head resting in Biggles's lap.

Biggles laid a hand lightly on his forehead. After a moment, he could feel von Stalhein begin to relax. He could also sense that Algy had about a million things he wasn't saying, but his cousin glanced up, met Biggles's eyes for a moment, and then went back to working on the glass fragments.

"Thank you," Biggles said.

"Oh, it's all part of the job," Algy muttered, applying himself with penknife and tweezers. "Fly an aeroplane, fight a few bandits, doctor our former worst enemy, all in a day's work ...."

He went on in a muttered monologue, as if he'd only been staying quiet earlier for Biggles's sake. Meanwhile, Biggles had begun to run his fingers lightly through von Stalhein's short hair. There was cold sweat beaded along his hairline. Biggles smoothed it away with his fingers.

"Remember back when we were trying to run a charter aviation company and for some reason we thought it was a good idea to take a commission to transport some farmer's cattle up to Perth?" Algy said suddenly. "And one of them stepped on your foot, Biggles, and broke three toes? Just thinking of that for some reason, can't imagine why."

Biggles smiled, as he continued to stroke von Stalhein's hair gently, and could feel the rigid tension in the man's body ebbing very gradually, one gentle stroke at a time. "I seem to remember one of them kicking you into the side of the machine. How were those tailbone bruises? And you had a hot date the next day, I recall."

"Had, Biggles, emphasis on had." Algy turned to drop a glass fragment on the ground and reached for the iodine and gauze.

Biggles continued running his hands through von Stalhein's hair and they chatted about past cases as Algy moved on to the other hand. Von Stalhein had become very relaxed by now, and it had been a while since Biggles had noticed him flinch at all. "Want help?" Biggles asked quietly as Algy got started on the hand Biggles had left half-finished.

"No need to wake sleeping beauty there," Algy said with a crooked smile, and Biggles looked down to discover that without his noticing, and despite the pain, von Stalhein had drifted into a state of total relaxation in his lap.

He wasn't actually asleep. Biggles felt him start to stir, and resumed the slow stroking, while Algy went back to working on his hands. By the time Algy had finished bandaging his other hand, he really did seem to be asleep, his eyes closed and his face turned against Biggles's thigh.

#biggles books #biggles series #james bigglesworth #erich von stalhein #algy lacey #hair petting

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