#threat of non-con

[grewlikefancyflowers]

vastly underutilised aspect of mdzs is that lwj, at the time wwx attended the cr lectures, had already progressed past any need for lqr's lessons

the whole reason wangxian end up attending classes together is because lqr wanted lwj there to set an example to wwx

it's also because of lqr that wangxian spend so much time in the library together.

in the end lqr regrets this choice (and lwj stops attending the lectures)

obviously wangxian would have happened regardless because, well, wangxian. but i like to imagine that the possibility that his decisions led to all that keeps lqr up at night.

#tfw the teacher sits you next to the loud kid to be a good influence but you just end up wanting to fuck him senseless 😐 #mdzs #im imagining lqr discussing over tea the best strategy to overcome the Greatest Threat to the Jianghu & Dark Mark Upon His Teaching Career #that is Wei Ying #and lwj is just sitting there like [wants to non con wwx so bad]

[wh0redani]

Tell me how you’d use me if you saw me in my slutty clothes!!

#non con #cnc k!nk #r@pe kink #bd/sm pet #dub con #rap3 fantasy #bd/sm daddy #rap3toy #bd/sm brat #daddy's good girl #send r@p3 threats <3 #rap3doll #r@pe threats #r@pe k!nk #r@pe play

[stoic-whumpee]

whumpee who is touch averse. whumper taking advantage of it and enjoying whumpee squirming with discomfort even at gentle touches, and caretaker who gets snapped and swatted at for trying to touch whumpee. thoughts?

Hell yes touch-averse Whumpee! So many potentials >:D. 

(TW: non-con touching, intimate Whumper. Nothing explicit.)

- Whumpee being tied up and unable to avoid Whumper’s touch. They are extremely uncomfortable and maybe even feel pain on how tense they are. 

- Whumpee trying to dissociate from the scene to escape the unwanted touch, but Whumper doesn’t let them retreat into their own head. Maybe taunting them, or touching them with force or with certain materials, shocking them, etc.  

- Whumper using touch as a bargaining chip. 

If Whumpee lets Whumper touch them, they will get to eat or get untied or get to sleep, etc. 

If Whumpee be obedient and not move away, Whumper won’t hurt their friends. 

(TW: amputation threat) Any of Whumpee’s body part that flinches at Whumper’s touch will be cut off. 

- Whumper using non-touch to torment Whumpee: they move in so close at if they will touch Whumpee, but move away before then. Whumpee is left to squirm and wonder if Whumper will touch them or not, and they are both hyperaware of Whumper’s proximity and unprepared for their touch. 

And touch-averse Whumpee with a Caretaker who fumbles because they don’t know how to offer comfort without touching Whumpee. (Check out my post about comfort/caretaking for touch-averse Whumpee [here]). 

- Caretakers who assumes Whumpee’s need and ends up hurting them more because they hug Whumpee or grab at them. 

- Whumpee, who is traumatised already by Whumper’s unwanted touch, lashes out at Caretaker thinking they are a new Whumper. 

- Caretaker is confused at why Whumpee is lashing out, they are just trying to help. Maybe they try to manhandle Whumpee because they need to get Whumpee out, but Whumpee is not cooperating. 

- Good Caretaker who learns to ask Whumpee what they need, and who keeps a comfortable physical distance with Whumpee.

- Good Caretaker and Whumpee who start to learn each other’s language of affectiona and respect each other’s need and boundaries. Caretaker learns how to help Whumpee without touching them unnecessarily, Whumpee takes comfort in Caretaker respecting them and starts to speak out more about what they need. 

Yeah, plenty of potentials indeed :D 

Feel free to add more if you have any more ideas!

#whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #hurt/comfort #caretaking #unwanted touch #non-con touching #intimate whumper #amputation #threat #bad caretaker #comfort #touch averse whumpee #creepy whumper #r prompts

[hurtthemgently]

Wing whump

Masterlist

Cw: wing whump, creepy/intimate whumper, non con kissing and touching, threat of non con body modification.

Kimmi lay on the couch with their wings splayed. They had put some mid 2010’s sci-fi crime show on that tv, and were trying to distract from the fact that they’d likely never leave the house ever again.

They heard Ceran walk into the room and go behind the couch. Hoping he wasn’t in a mood to torment them, they only glanced up before returning to the show.

They jumped when fingers pinched the tip of their wing. They fluttered out of the hold, startled. “Please don’t..” they barely whispered, already shaking.

“Don’t what? You’re gonna have to speak up love.”

“Please don’t touch my wings.” He had all their attention at this point, and they reached for the remote to pause.

They flinched when he lifted their chin. “Why not?”

“Just- please.” They squirmed to get away, but he caught their arms, pulling them closer.

“That’s not a reason.” He relished their growing panic, listening to their heartbeat rise. They shivered when he reached around to brush the edge of one of their wings.

“One question I’ve had for a while, why do you have four wings? Every other fae I’ve met has had only two.”

They spoke through a hitched gasp. “Pixies have two wi-ings- ahh” they felt a sharp pain at their back. He dragged a fingernail along their wing, they jumped and pushed to get away, only succeeding in getting themself pinned to the couch.

Their breath turned to shallow, pained gasps, as he poked and prodded at their wing bases. When he pinched part of a wing and tugged, they let out a full cry.

“Please… sstop.” The weight of his knee on their back made it hard to breathe, even without the unpredictable pains.

He didn’t listen. Instead he lifted one wing between his hands, and pressed a kiss to the paper thin edge, eliciting a shudder.

They whimpered when he ran the shape of their wing along his tongue, and screamed when he bit through the thicker film closer to their back.

“Do you need all four to fly?”

“What? Wait no please no!” They fought to get out from under his weight, only stopping when their head was wrenched back by their hair.

“I asked a question.”

“I- I do need them, I can’t fly with-without all four” they sobbed, dizzy from breathing so frantically.

“Shame.” He gripped one of their bottom wings and tugged hard, pulling a terrified cry from them.

“Wouldn’t want to permanently mess up your flying.” With that he got up and left, once again leaving Kimmi a sobbing wreck.

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Taglist: @whumpsday @whumpycries

#ceran and his faerie #wing whump #non con touching tw #non con kissing tw #threat of non con body modification #creepy/intimate whumper #look I know this is short #but I could barely see my screen while writing okay

[scratchandplaster]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 20 - Truth serum

CW: drug use, threats

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He can be cute sometimes, Amber muses and lights the thin spliff hanging from the corner of her mouth. She is not here for cute, though, not when she has a brand-new boyfriend waiting for her at home: fun-sized, attentive and even better - not a wanted criminal. 

"Want some?"

Chris turns down the kind offer, fully aware of the little extra something he intends to add in for her. Microdosing at worse, nothing to worry about. A hedge.

Amber shrugs wordlessly and starts to wiggle free under his occupied touches: "Need to catch my bus." 

Her prey doesn't even think about rolling over, gently sucking the tender skin below her clavicles between his teeth. No love bites above the collar, Amber warns him again, she'd like to keep the pianist for a while. All gratitude goes to Sahra for dragging him along back then.

"Don't leave yet," every word is followed by a hungry kiss up her neck, "never leave."

"So what if I do?" she laughs and playfully bats away the skillful hands roaming over her body. They, in turn, wrap around her even tighter and make her bask in the warm spark of pleasure the other one, sadly, never spoils her with. 

Chris, still love-drunk from the afterglow, stops his advances underneath her earlobe. His soft whisper is like smoke against her skin. 

"I'll tie you to this bed and never let you see the light of day again."

Amber simply clicks her tongue, a cheeky gleam in her eyes: "That's so fucking hot."

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Febuwhump 2024 Masterlist]

@febuwhump

#amber thinks he's still doing dirty talk #wake up girl #no heroin in there yet #chris starts with this healthy plan after elliot´s and amber´s breakup #whump #whumpblr #creative writing #whump community #whump drabble #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday20 #drug use #threats #non-con drugging #covert drugging

[sapphire11]

Just want to put the past behind me

Hey Everyone, please heed the tags for this fic. Be good to yourselves!

Rating: M | ~5.8k | hurt/comfort | post-canon | violence, non-con, hospitals

Prompt request: Tk has an admirer at the bar while out with the 126. Carlos isn’t there cause he’s on call but he turns up because tk friends are messaging him. because tk admirer looks shifty.

@badthingshappenbingo BTHB: ‘If I can’t have you’ square

Also the biggest Happy Birthday to @rangergurlgleek1211 without your encouragement I don’t know if this fic would have ever seen the light of day. 

Summary: Sometimes it seems like the past won't leave TK alone no matter far away from it he gets. When a night out for the 126 leads to an unfortunate encounter for TK; Carlos comes to the rescue.

Just want to put the past behind me

Read on ao3 here

It has been a while since TK has been out with the rest of the 126 without Carlos being there. Even longer since he’s been out at a gay bar, but they wanted to get out and they’re all in need of a place to feel safe after a week of tough calls, including having to deal with several racist, homophobic assholes. TK loves the home he’s found in Texas, but he still struggles with how different it can be from New York in some ways.

They’ve chosen one of the quieter bars; with music loud enough to enjoy, but not drown out conversation, and tables with chairs comfortable enough to sit in for a few hours. TK is content to settle into a chair and decline Nancy’s attempts at pulling him out to the modest dance floor. His muscles are still screaming at him for the more fire than medic rescue he pulled off a few days ago. Judd teased him relentlessly for going soft on them when he complained the day after, so he’s kept his mouth shut since.

Paul drops several drinks on the table, and then takes a seat next to TK soon after the others have left for the dance floor.

“That didn’t take long,” the fond laugh that accompanies the words makes it clear that Paul’s not upset with being stuck ‘babysitting’ the drinks at the table.

TK laughs as he glances over at him from where he was texting Carlos. His fiancé is apparently using his slow shift to his advantage to catch up on paperwork in the office and check-in on his friends at the bar.

“Nancy wanted to let off some steam and Mateo’s not going to say no to that.”

TK sighs as he watches Mateo lean in a little closer to Nancy, a move he’s made on Carlos a number of times when they go out, and the thought makes him miss his man a little more.

“I’m surprised Marjan is risking her sanity being that close to the happy couple on the dance floor right now though.”

“Nah man, she’s been out with you and Carlos enough times to know when it’s time to run and they’re not even close yet.” Paul comments drily as he takes a sip of his beer.

TK narrowly manages to keep the sip of cranberry soda from shooting out across the table, but at the cost of swallowing some down the wrong tube. Paul’s deep laugh and the feeling of his hand patting firmly on TK’s back causes a rush of heat to flush from TK’s chest up his neck.

Tagging: @buckybarnesalways @chaotictarlos @ronensass @xtltokio @beautifulhigh @malexsoulmates @noxsoulmate 

#hurt/comfort #violence #threats of violence #non-con #threats #mentions of dealing with homophobia #hospitals #team as family #family support #mentions of domestic violence #hurt tk strand #worried carlos reyes #hurt paul strickland #protective carlos reyes #911 lone star fic #bthb card #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #tarlos fic