#two whump prompts in a week

[whumpslut]

shivering for hours, days. for any reason

do you know how much that starts to hurt? how your whole body aches?

is the character injured on top of that? does the constant shaking jostle broken ribs, does it pull their stitches? will that be enough to drown out the full body ache or do they combine horribly?

#whump #whump prompt #brought to you by: my antidepressant withdrawals! #(years ago don’t worry) #(it was cymbalta btw) #(i think i shivered for about two weeks straight)

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)

previous /// next

@theonewithallthefixations , @violets-whumperflies , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink , @whumpsday , @suspicious-whumping-egg , @cryptidwritings , @painsandconfusion , @grizzlie70 , @bloodsweatandpotato , @ladyblogofficialreporter @whumper-soot

#lil bit of a timeskip!! #for narrative purposes because i have a LOT of very fun prompts so I'll skip around a bit story-wise and come back to others later :) #t$$ test track au #t$$ sahota #defiant whumpee #hes coming out of his cage #...or at least he tried to #whump art #blood #broken glass #whump comic #angst #text just gets bigger as it goes down skdnkdke #ive been waiting for this for a week or two now :D

[shywhumpauthor]

Two Weeks of Whump—Day Two

Bio-Weapon // Isolation Chamber // Needles

TWOW Masterlist

Cw: injuries, self-wound care, self-neglect (in some sorts), potentially uncomfortable descriptions of improper/impromptu wound care, possible slight gore

By the time Leader adjourned the meeting, their vision was already beginning to sway, speckled with dark spots that littered across their sight like stars against a night sky.

The mission had been a success, for the most part. A few minor mishaps, but no major issues across the team. Some had suffered some bumps and bruises, but thankfully the worst Medic had diagnosed among the small team was Teammate’s dislocated shoulder. An easy enough fix, a sling and some time off using it. The plan had worked, they had gotten the information they needed. Tomorrow they would start planning their next actions, how they would use the intel they had gathered to destroy Villain’s operation from the inside.

Tomorrow seemed so far away, and yet looming close, taunting Leader with the tugs of dawn rising across the compound, though it was still the early hours in the morning. The dead time, as Leader had come to know, when everyone was either asleep or quietly busy with their own work. Silence stretched through the compound, thick and muffling.

The toe of Leader’s boot scuffed against the floor, throwing off their balance mid-step. They threw a shaking hand out, catching the bare hallway wall to steady themself. An airy fog flooded across their mind, sending the room swaying around them as they stood, bracing against the wall as they waited for it to pass. When they pulled their hand away, a smudge of red remained on the tile. They fumbled to pull their sleeve over their palm, trying clumsily to wipe it away.

They kept walking, their pace growing slower by the second. Leader’s jaw clenched, teeth gritting together. Pain laced across their side, hot and sharp, each step tugging at the wound and sending another prickling stab through their abdomen. They forced themself to move faster, breaths heavy from their parted lips as they staggered down the hallway.

Their quarters weren’t that far from the conference room, thankfully. Their door was only a few steps around the next corner, which they brought themself around as fast as their legs would allow them to move.

Leader’s hand shook as they raised their fingers to the keypad, pushing the wrong buttons their first attempt at putting the code in. They reentered it, and the door slid open with a soft hiss, allowing them to slip inside. It shut behind them, locking with a mechanical clunk.

Leader let out a heavy breath, turning into a small gasp at the end as they peeled off their dark uniform jacket. The weighted fabric crumpled to the floor as they dropped it, unable to suppress their groan as Leader reached for the hem of their black undershirt.

Hidden behind their armored uniform, a dark stain spread against the black fabric. Leader winced, drawing in a sharp breath as they slowly pulled the shirt off.

Pain laced up their side as the movement tugged at the wound, pulling at the edges as the blood had begun to dry to the fabric. They let that fall to the floor as well, hand moving to press against the gash that split just below their last rib.

It wasn’t as bad as it looked. Normally they would go to Medic if they thought things were serious enough, but they rarely were. Leader was skilled enough in combat that they could avoid getting injured, but this one had caught them by surprise. A slash from behind while they had been distracting the pair of guards so Teammate could finish downloading the files onto the hard drive. Really, it wasn’t deep. Their jacket had protected them from the worst of the very sharp sword. It was only a scratch, albeit a very sensitive scratch, but nothing. A flesh wound. It was supposed to be Medic’s night off, especially with the stealth mission. They hadn’t been expecting the room to be guarded, which had changed their plans by necessity. It was late, and Leader was fine, they really didn’t need to keep Medic up with this. If it was still this bad in the morning, Leader decided, then they’d go get it checked out.

But hell, it hurt.

Leader stumbled over to their dresser, their back hitting against the wall next to it as they slid to the floor. Cold sweat was beading on their skin, hand shaking as they fumbled to tug open the bottom drawer. They pressed their other palm tight against the cut as they grabbed out their first aid kit from inside, setting it down with a soft clatter.

They knew first aid. Nothing like Medic knew, but enough to take care of themself so they didn’t have to bother Medic with the small injuries. The latch gave them trouble as they tried to open it one-handed, with a soft grunt they let go of the wound and used their other hand to hold the gear box down so they could open it. A bloody handprint was left against the lid as they flipped it open.

They had forgotten to restock it after their last use, a week or something ago when they had scraped up their knee pretty bad.

They were out of the antiseptic solution, so the small keychain-sized hand sanitizer would have to do. They only had a few pads left, but a few rolls of bandages so if need be, they could use those to clean the wound. They had scissors and thread, they had never remembered to slip a full suture kit from the infirmary, but they knew how to work with what they had. The needle left a worse scar than the surgical thread would have, but it was better than the first time, before they had worked up their stash at all, and had used a safety pin to hold the wound closed until they could sneak into Medic’s office.

They would admit, that time they should have gone to Medic. That was a wound worth actual treatment, but that had been way back in the beginning, after their second mission as leader of the team. They needed to look strong, so they made a choice.

Leader grabbed the hand sanitizer, flipping open the cap and emptying a small amount onto their hands. They winced as the alcohol burned some of the small scrapes, but it was better than an infection. Much better, from painful experience.

They blinked hard, willing the edges of their vision to clear. It was like someone smeared a brush across a watercolor canvas, the colors fading together to ruin the sharp lines. They grabbed one of the previous gauze pads, once they had decided their hands were clean enough to work, and spilled some hand sanitizer onto that as well, until it was fully soaked.

Leader took a deep breath, letting the air sit in their lungs as they bit the inside of their cheek as they prepared themself, both mentally and physically. Their hand shook awfully, but before they could second guess their plan, they pressed it to the wound.

They couldn’t stop the small cry, jaw clenching until they tasted blood. The sharp copper was a small distraction from the pain, easing their mind away from the burning pain enough so they could finish cleaning the gash, then wiping the excess blood from around the edges so they could see clearly.

For what might have been the thousandth time since they had put the kit together, Leader thanked their past self for threading the needle again after its last use. They had thought ahead, at least that far, and it became routine. The next day after use, or however soon their hands stopped shaking, they would reset and restock—if they could—the med kit. It had saved them many times, including now, when they were certain they wouldn’t have been able to fit that small thread through the small needle’s eye.

They rummaged through the kit, pulling out a small ace bandage roll. With a final glance up to ensure the door was closed and secure, they raised the roll to their mouth, biting down on the fabric. The walls were thick, but they weren’t taking any chances. The process wasn’t really a fun one, they admitted.

They took the needle in their dominant hand, allowing themself a few breaths to steady themself. They could do this. They would do this. Had to.

They brought the needle to the skin, pulling excess thread from the spool so they wouldn’t have to during the task, and began the first stitch.

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@promptsforyourwhumpfic

I’m going to reblog this tomorrow morning but I wanted to post it tonight.

#TWOW #two weeks of whump #whump challenge #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #its me coal #coal wrote something #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump drabble #leader whumpee #leader whump #medical whump #hospital whump #injury whump #injured whumpee #emotional whump #hero whumpee #tw injury #whump blog #whump tropes #whump trope #whump idea #whump ideas #whump inspo #whump inspiration

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1247

Anon asked:

TW: Stalking

Do you have any prompts on how to portray a collective of people stalking the “main characters” after they learn too much about something?

All I can think of is the classic ‘car sitting in the driveway for way too long’ trope but I feel like this trope can be incredibly angsty and paranoia inducing—hence whump—if done correctly.

I can give it a go:

Maybe your character starts receiving cryptic messages - however because they're all from different people, the handwriting/sources cannot be pinpointed, leading many of the main characters to believe it's just a coincidence. This drives the chosen victim mad.

Maybe they start putting an 'obvious' stalker for the characters to frame - therefore making themselves more vulnerable.

Do the character begin to blame each other - do they start pointing fingers at one another so they have a reason for the stalking? Do they make a character believe their slip--up brought this on them?

^ Maybe the stalkers take this opportunity to take the outcast - and it takes the characters a long time to realise the kidnapped character didn't leave in a huff.

Maybe the stalking isn't as active as you think - maybe they just send the characters a note saying 'you know too much' and watch them crumble from the inside.

#i gotta stop missing days #then again my streak was broken when this blog got deactivated for two weeks :( #whump #prompts #writing #ideas #angst #stalking #stalking tw #arguments #kidnapping

[another-whump-sideblog]

Give you whumpee tendonitis and force them to keep doing the same thing that caused it. Like, for example, a whumpee with shoulder tendonitis working somewhere where they raise their arms above their head several times an hour

#whump prompt #HELP MEEEEEEEE #i put in my two weeks notice yesterday #i'd leave immediately but I know that would put my coworkers in positions where they'd be pressured to work 12-hour shifts until they find #a replacement for me #which wouldn't be my fault but still #and i thought 'hey that's pretty whumpy'

[whumpacabra]

Day 24 - Neglect

Whump of a minor, neglect, anticipated violence, panic attacks, implied past child abuse, knife and firearm mention

[Follows Hurting to Help]

One couldn’t be too picky with their allies in this line of work. But one’s friends required precision pruning to avoid an early interred retirement.

Ghost thought he choose well - she was a stable as grifters came, committed to her personas and cons with the same professionalism he exuded when taking contracts. More than that, Liza trusted him - told him about her work, her life before - things no one in their business should speak of, even with friends.

Trust was vulnerability, and a vulnerable con artist couldn’t survive long. Not without excising that weakness before it could take root.

“Just…take care of it. Please.” Her voice had been tight over the phone, a strained grief in her shuddering breath. “It’s better this way - it’s kinder.”

Ghost couldn’t quite argue with that sentiment seeing the small, dirty apartment in front of him thick with the scent of rot and cheap microwave meals. The boy was shivering where he hid behind the couch, knife gripped with both hands before Ghost even set foot past the threshold.

For the kid’s benefit, he pretended not to hear the wheezing, frantic breaths as he closed the door behind himself.

The trash bin was overflowing with microwave meal containers and soup cans, flies swarming the open bin with flight so vigorous he could hear them from across the room. The carpeted floor was black with dirt and - Christ, was that mold in the corner, creeping across the kitchen linoleum?

Liza knew he didn’t kill kids.

She asked anyway.

He agreed, because she was his friend and she trusted him.

And he trusted her, against his better judgement.

There was a soft shuffle of socks on carpet, but the boy froze when Ghost turned to see his attempt to reach the door. He had his mother’s mouth, the pinch of her brow, and her soft, almost blonde hair that caught enough light from the window to show a sheen of red.

It was hard to tell if he had his mother’s jawline, cheeks hollow with hunger and far too slim for a child his age. Skeletal arms tensed, blunt kitchen knife raised and the snarl on his chapped lips clashing with his terrified eyes.

He knew she had a kid. He had assumed that kid was sitting pretty with some civilian relative, showered with gifts his mother…acquired in her work. Loved. Safe. A liability locked away.

Not here.

Not like this.

Not on his Red List by her request.

“St-stay back.” The boy’s voice cracked, hoarse and wheezing. He was sliding his feet across the carpet, trying to back away to the door. Ghost watched him, the gun in his hand far faster than the boy could hope to be.

Or it would be, if he let himself raise it.

“When was the last time she checked on you?” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he pointedly let his eyes wander the dirty kitchen instead of looking directly at the kid. Even if he did bolt, he wouldn’t get far.

“W-What?”

“Your mother.” Ghost turned around slowly, feeling himself holster his gun. He could kill just as quickly with his hands.

(He was almost disgusted by the knowledge that he wouldn’t. Not here, not this kid - Christ, RJ really had made him soft and that was going to get both of them killed one day.)

“A few…she - she’ll be mad - you - you shouldn’t be here she’ll - she’ll make you regret it.” The attempt of blustering confidence was impeded by the way his shivers cracked his voice. Ghost took two long steps toward the boy, too frozen with terror to take the opportunity to open the door and run.

“She asked me to come here. For you.”

The boy’s eyes widened, white bright around his pupils so dilated with terror Ghost couldn’t tell if he shared his mother’s eyes. His white knuckled grip on the knife faltered, the blade landing soft on the carpet. Ghost could recognize the spamming gasps of panic wheezing from the child’s chest.

When RJ had a panic attack, they clung to him like he was the only thing holding them above a bottomless pit waiting to swallow them whole. RJ leaned into his heavy hand when he scratched their head, no words of comfort to offer - just strong arms and a steady heartbeat.

That’s why he stepped forward with confidence, with arms ready to embrace the panicking child he had cornered in a filthy apartment that was meant to be his pauper’s grave.

Ghost startled when the boy dropped to the ground, hyperventilating, haunched over with his shaking hands on his knees. It wasn’t a reaction he had been expecting, but it was one he should have anticipated.

Words were never his strong suit, and he didn’t have a particularly eloquent explanation for why he wasn’t going to kill the boy. Why he would betray his only friend for a random child with one foot in the grave. Why something in his charcoal heart was warm with want to protect this one, to save this one.

Ghost felt the rumble of a sigh in his heavy chest.

It was going to be a long night.

[Directly before Casey can't.]

(Part of my Freelancers: Changing Tides series)

#whump #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #no. 24 #neglect #oc #whump writing #whump of a minor #minor whump #(Casey is like. 14 ish) #panic attacks #implied past abuse #anticipated violence #freelancers #wrote this like. two weeks ago lol. #I’ve got such great motivation for these last few prompts! :D #I never know when a post is long enough to need a readmore….doesn’t help that my notes app doesn’t give word counts….

[whump-quotes]

I made a change to the rules - or not really a change, more a clarification!

"Already existing media" now includes your friends stories!

Specifically, I want to start a thing called "Shoutout Saturday"!

So many of the quotes that stayed with me the most I've read right here on tumblr and AO3, and I know I'm not the only one.

So here's what I came up with!

I'll use Saturdays to specifically post submissions from things that gave you whumperflies from 'non-traditional' media be that fanfics, whumblr, etc.

Try to still keep them short-ish!

They should work on their own, without needing the context of the whole story

In your submissions, include which story you got this from, who wrote it, and where we can find it (either a link, or at least tell me the website)

You can submit them all week, I'll just post them on Saturday!

#whumblr #whump #whump prompt #whump quote #writing #I'll decide if I'll post more than one Shoutout per week once I #Yknow #Got a single submission #Also this is specifically an outlet to support each other but also if you're proud of a specific sentence you've written send it over! #Also it ofc doesn't only have to include friends if you've read sth from a stranger on Tumblr etc that gave you whumperflies go for it! #Also also sorry for the two announcement posts in a row you know me I don't do anything for weeks and then come back and do everything #Shoutout Saturday

[dollopheadedmerlin]

First week of Two Weeks of Whump complete!

I decides to fill each prompt with Merlin fics!

Fest created by @promptsforyourwhumpfic

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

#mine #merlin #fic #fan fiction #fan fic #merlin fic #merlin fan fiction #whump #merlin whump #two weeks of whump #some of them are honestly more angst than whump #bc i do better with longer fics #especially for whump #and ya know #time crunch for the fest #the prompts have officially caught up to me #so I've been writing them each the day of 😬 #I'm hoping i can catch up on my day off #get ahead again

[aceofwhump]

Day 25: Create a whump meme

Why make one when you go crazy and make a bunch.

#whumpmasinjuly22 #whumpmas in july #whumpmasinjuly #wij2022 #mod post #whump #memes #whump memes #i may have missed like two weeks of prompts #but you bet im gonna be here for meme day

[wisteria-whump]

whumpee who gets sick as soon as (or even before) they're on holiday break from work/school

#its me im whumpee #im not even on break yet but i can already feel that month straight of anxiety nausea from last year returning #idk if i even posted abt that but last year i was mildly to moderately nauseous and had no appetite for like a month and a half straight #there were exactly two days where i felt semi-okay #all i ate was crackers and ginger cookies and copious amounts of peppermints and bland chicken and rice and root beer #literally awful #and now i feel it coming back even tho im only going on thanksgiving break not winter break #like can my body chill im gonna be back at school by next week #whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump writing #whump idea #whump blog #whump scenario #tw whump #whump tw #writing

[envysparkler]

idea that was prompted by the whump server: I’m a huge fan of the headcanon that Tim and Cass look very much alike despite not being related.  while this makes for great fun in imagining them taking on similar superhero names and costuming, there’s another great avenue that lies overlooked.

Tim and Cass as Robin and Batgirl.  simultaneously.  interchangeably.

it starts as a prank on Bruce and Babs.  their costumes are the same size and their coloring is similar enough to pass in the dark of Gotham.  they go four hours undiscovered--it’s not Bruce or Babs that figures it out, it’s some random criminal, who in the middle of being beaten up by Robin, squints and goes, “are you a girl?”

needless to say, Bruce and Babs are Not Amused.  Tim and Cass very much are.  and their little gremlin minds start to think about how far they can take this.

they redesign the costumes--with Alfred’s help--to look more androgynous.  Tim grows his hair out, Cass cuts it shorter.  criminals lose their shit.  they start dressing alike out of costume and Dick guesses wrong so many times, he gives up and just calls them both ‘duckling’.

Steph is the only one that can tell them apart with a single glance.  no one knows how.  she gives a different explanation every time someone asks.

the consequences balloon outwards.  everyone is afraid of messing with Robin and Batgirl because sometimes they’ll get defeated so easily it’s humiliating and sometimes their entire life is unraveled before their eyes.  Lady Shiva treats Tim like a surrogate son.  Ra’s is delighted to have found a worthy opponent-slash-successor that’s solved the apparent limitations of the human body.

but the most hilarious consequence of all--

when Hood busts into Titans Tower, Robin listens patiently to his monologue about all the ways Batman failed Gotham.  then takes Hood down the moment he makes that first punch.  and hugs him when he’s lying on the floor groaning.

“wrong,” Robin says.  “Bruce still loves you.”

(it takes Jason a week to realize that Tim and Cass are not the same person.)

(it takes Jason two weeks to realize that Tim and Cass are not identical twins.)

(it takes Jason several months to realize that Tim and Cass are not blood-related at all and even after he sees the results of the genetic tests, he still refuses to believe it.)

(Tim and Cass look at each other and shrug.  in synchrony.)

#fic ideas #tim&cass #tim and cass use their newfound ability for the noblest cause of all #being little shits

[rookthorne]

A whole 13 weeks of pure smut with all my AUs? You better buckle up and get some towels, because I go all fuckin' out with this event.

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

―  BUCKY BARNES  ―

֎  Biker!Bucky Barnes  —  Brotherhood & Bullets ֎  Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes + Bodyguard!Winter Soldier  —  Staya Volkov ֎  Drifter!Bucky Barnes x Drifter!F!Reader  —  The Queen & The King ֎  Farmer!Bucky Barnes  —  Peaches ‘n Cream Ranch ֎  Incubus!Bucky Barnes  —  Depths of Pleasure ֎  Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes  —  Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts ֎  Mafia!Bucky Barnes  —  His Empire, Her Rules ֎  Artist!Bucky Barnes  —  The Queen’s Masterpiece ֎  Mechanic!Bucky Barnes  —  His Girls ֎  Modern!Bucky Barnes  —  Written in the Stars ֎  Nurse!Bucky Barnes  —  A Hero ֎  Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes  —  Progress, Not Perfection ֎  Pirate!Bucky Barnes  —  Sins of the Seven Seas ֎  Pornstar!Bucky Barnes  —  Purity ֎  Street Racer!Bucky Barnes  —  Brooklyn Pride ֎  Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes  —  Inked Sun

―  STUCKY  ―

֎  Firemen!Stucky  —  Built Differently

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

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𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

66,550

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺

—  The AO3 SERIES can be found HERE.

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑺

A massive thank you to both @sgt-seabass & @smutconnoisseur for taking the mantle of being my beta's for these fics - I wouldn't have gotten it all organised if it wasn't for your help. Extending this to @buckybarnesevents - the prompts were so perfect, and I had an absolute ball.

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀  = angst — 𝐖  = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃  = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅  = fluff — 𝐒  = smut

🔥 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭

“What should I wear?”

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Playing innocent with Bucky never worked ― it didn’t mean you wouldn’t try, not when the payoff was precisely what you craved.

🔥 𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

Lingerie

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a game you loved to play: targeting their weaknesses to see how fast they’d fracture and snap ― taking you down with them. This time, however, you got much more than you bargained for.

🔥 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Lingerie

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The promises that Bucky made to you and you alone, were never broken ― whether they were fulfilled that moment or the next day, no matter what they entailed. 

🔥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬

Daddy

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A secret was only a secret if your body didn’t betray you. Luckily for you, you just happened to have an Incubus with centuries worth of tricks of the trade practised and perfected to get information out of anybody as a lover ― you didn’t stand a chance.

🔥 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Sir

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Who knew uttering a simple phrase would turn the man that had only ever been gentle and teasing, into a feral beast with only one goal in mind ― to ruin you?

🔥 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 ‘𝐧 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

Daddy

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky always knew, somehow, just what you needed and how you needed it ― and he never failed to deliver, even after a surprise slip-up of your tongue.

🔥 𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

In My Lap

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A dynamic switch on a night of relaxation gives you an opportunity to reap the rewards of being between your wolves, and with the two of them fighting over control, you knew you were in for a wild ride.

🔥 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞

Bent Over

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Slow mornings were the best on your farm ― the sounds and smells and sights of the early hours painted a picture for how the day to come would no doubt pan out. It also helped having an insatiable husband, you supposed.

🔥 𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

Kneeling

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It wasn’t a spell you were under, no ― you were under so much deeper than that, and Bucky was the only one that knew how to help you. After all, he promised he would.

🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

In My Lap

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky being a nurse meant that he knew of many ailments, as well as how to treat or cure them. It was just your luck that he knew exactly how to take care of you, in every way you needed him to.

🔥 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞

Car Sex

─── Drifter!Bucky x Drifter!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A deal had been struck, and since you had claimed victory that day, you were more than eager to collect the reward of such a win.

🔥 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧

Car Sex

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s touch was like a sniper taking their shot, methodical in practised ease and hitting his target every single time ― it left you breathless, and just as sweet in the aftermath.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟

Car Sex

─── Street Racer!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Stress relief came in many forms, and for Bucky? You knew just how to maximise the relief and get his mind entirely off the troubles of his racing career, you just needed to carry out your plan ― subtly, of course.

🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐧

"When I first met you..."

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Reminiscing on the days of your first meeting with your wolves wasn’t how you planned to spend your evening ― how intimidating or scary it had been, until you saw a glimpse of what lay beneath. It made a warmth bloom in your chest at how time had developed your connection to them, a connection you hoped would never be severed.

🔥 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞

"When I first met you..."

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The day that James Barnes walked through the door to be your patron for the evening, was the day your life changed for good. There was no way that you would go back ― not after finding the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

"When I first met you..."

─── Tattoo Artist!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Shopping in your favourite art store with Bucky brings back the memory of your first encounter, and after so much time has passed, it was with fondness that you looked back on just how starstruck you were in his presence.

🔥 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞

Spread Open

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The heat and tension was undeniable, and you felt it the moment you got the simple text from them. What awaited you, however, was something much more than a simple night of games.

🔥 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 ‘𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐥

Spread Open + Tied Down

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s magic was something that you’d only experienced on a few occasions. Though, his plans this time would leave you begging for it again, and again, and again.

🔥 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝

"How do you want me?"

─── Pirate!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a punishable act to not follow the Captain’s orders, just as much as it was to cross him when his fuse was already so short. Luckily for you, you had the one thing that would calm the brusque fury into a simmering wave. 

🔥 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

"Who's this?"

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Being the Angel on Bucky’s shoulder meant you were the voice of calm, of reason ― it did not mean the most sinful chants would fall from your lips and render both of you speechless. Until the day that it did.

🔥 𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

My Pet

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To play games with wolves, one had to be cunning and willing to risk everything for the thrill. Gambling on a sense of safety was a foolish thing to do, but it didn’t stop you from trying ― for when you lost a bet, they would collect, no matter what.

🔥 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

"Who's this?"

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Barnes Classics Restoration was a hive of activity ― something was always going on within the walls of that garage, and you counted yourself lucky to be amongst it all.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤

"How did you meet?"

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Parading richness and wealth was the name of the game. But when Bucky spies an old friend in the crowd, things take a turn that you least expected.

🔥 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧

"How did you meet?"

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To foster and encourage growth, you had to first begin with a seed ― a start of a new life, the beginnings of a story. It was similar to how you met your husband if only a little unorthodox, but who were you to question a newfound tradition?

🔥 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤

"How did you meet?"

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Luck and fate often went hand in hand ― it was no different on that very first day that you met Bucky. The moment he walked into your haven was the moment that everything changed. You gained a best friend, and something much, much more.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Somnophilia

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The urge, while powerful and all-consuming most of the time, never burned this hot. It was always temperable, until it wasn’t ― and there was one way to make it better, it was just a good thing that a certain someone was just as much of a trouble maker as you were.

🔥 𝐑𝐮𝐧, 𝐊𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐤, 𝐑𝐮𝐧

Spanking

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To run from the devil was a dangerous game, but to run from the lone wolf was a whole ‘nother feat ― and you were game enough to anger the both of them.

🔥 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

Somnophilia

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was an unspoken habit of yours that you seemed to continuously exploit at Bucky’s expense ― at least this time, it ended in something that would have you squeezing your thighs together at the very memory.

🔥 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧

Massage

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Few dared to cross such a dangerous man ― not when they would end up on the wrong end of the barrel of Bucky’s gun, but not you. You were the one that toed the line, broke it, and it was just what he needed.

🔥 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

Bath

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Coming down from a high was oftentimes the best moment you would ever share with your wolves, because they knew just how to take care of and pamper their girl.

🔥 𝐀 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Massage

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Intuition was something that every woman grew to trust, and when it told you that something was wrong with your loveable, charitable idiot, you knew that it was right. You just had to take matters into your own hands and slow the mountain of a man down ― bring him back to earth in the best way you knew how.

🔥 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

Bath

─── Artist!Bucky x Mafia!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There were times when the Queen had to rest her crown, the weight of it too heavy to bear, and your artist knew just how to mend and heal the fibres and sinew of your soul, refreshing your canvas to better tackle another day.

🔥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Massage

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s hands were a marvel. They worked tirelessly to care for those in need and you had seen and experienced it firsthand, for which you were always grateful for ― it was just this once that you needed them, as badly as you needed the air in your lungs.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝

Red

─── Personal Trainer!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had constructed a fairly easy regime and routine for you to follow, and one day, you decided to challenge what he had set. 

🔥 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Yellow

─── Pornstar!Bucky x Innocent!F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a curse, being so new to things Bucky could and would show you, but when it got the better of you, he was there to hold you above the waves ― where you were safe.

🔥 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥

"Who's my ___?"

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bringing the wolves to heel was not an easy task. It was a blessing, however, where one went, the other followed.

🔥 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

Beefcake

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was an unconventional way that both Steve and Bucky passed the time, and you were about to find out just how mischievous the pair could be. 

🔥 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Booktok

─── Modern!Bucky x Writer!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had always been willing to help you with your dreams, and it just so happened that you need to experience something first hand in order to write it effectively ― it was just a shock at how far Bucky was willing to take it.

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[babyjakes]

darling dangers.

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event | kinktober 2022

prompt | vibrator

pairings | mean!dark!best friend!ransom drysdale and soft!dark!best friend!jake jensen x innocent!reader

warnings | non/dub-con (reader is reluctant and resistant.) ran and jake are absolutely taking advantage of reader. ran is an asshole, jake is a little better. heavy humiliation, babying, dumbification, mocking and degradation. crying kink. ransom holds reader down. pussy slapping. forced fingering and use of vibrator. heavy clit focus. multiple forced orgasms. squirting. overstimulation. jake is doing most of the work, ransom's just there to be mean lol.

word count | 2,312

an | um oh my godddddd, ,,, this idea has been swirling around in my brain for so long and finally, finally i get to bring it to fruition >:-)) welcome to kinktober, whores <333 also sorry if this one feels awkward or rusty? i've been writing whump for the past month so getting back into the filth felt a little clumsy :-((

As soon as you see the small black box sitting out in the open on the counter between your two best friends, both of their faces drawn in expectant expressions as they stand just waiting for you to walk in on the perfect scene they've orchestrated- you know you're in deep, deep trouble.

Ransom's crossing his arms, a small smirk forming on his face when he sees how wide your eyes have gone. Jake's giving off more disappointment than amusement, which honestly hits deeper than the twisted pleasure his counterpart's apparently finding in the whole ordeal. Gulping as you take a step forward into the kitchen, your voice betrays you by trembling as you dare to speak up. "R-Ran? Jakey? What's going on?"

"You know, it's funny, princess. We've been wondering the same thing," Ransom jests as he places a steady hand on the counter, crossing one ankle over the other as he pauses to glance at the blonde standing beside him. "Right, J? We never would've imagined our precious little angel- our sweet, innocent y/n- turning out to be such a whore."

Tears prickle in your eyes at the remark; bottom lip puffing out slightly in a pathetic frown, you shake your head in defense. "N-no, don't say that. S'not true."

"Aww, look at her, Jake. Think she's gonna cry already. Go on then, sweetheart. Know you can't help it, you've always been such a sensitive little thing."

Brow stiffening in anger, you glare at the brown-haired boy. "Stop it," you whisper through your hurt and confusion. Why are they doing this to you? They're your best friends, your Ran and Jakey. What would ever drive them to humiliate you like this? You would've never seen it coming. "Wh-why were you going through my mail, anyway? You have no right."

"Well, it helped that we were expecting the package," Jake finally breaks his silence, letting out a small sigh as he crosses his own arms. "An email popped up about your order status while I was helping you fix your phone last week. Couldn't believe it, our sweet y/n, ordering from a site like that. But it looks like there was no mistake here." Turning slightly, he reaches out to pick up the little box with a single hand. Eyeing the picture on the lid, his disappointment only seems to grow as he looks back at you, "Buggy, d'you even know what these are made for? You have no business buyin' something like this; you're much too little, y/n."

Cheeks burning at your friend's patronizing words, your eyes narrow further. "Of course I know what they're made for, Jake. I... I'm not stupid, I'm a big girl. I can order whatever the hell I want," you shot back.

At that, Ransom chuckles as Jake can only manage to shake his head in further disappointment. "A big girl, huh? We'll see about that, babycakes."

Everything happens so fast, you're barely able to process it. Before you know it, the pair have whisked you away to your bedroom, Ransom laughing cruelly as he carries you over his shoulder. In the blink of an eye, they have you surrounded on the plush duvet of your queen-sized bed, the brunette coming up behind you to trap you in his arms. As he leans back against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, he brings you with him, pressing your back up against his broad chest as you squirm in haste. Jake approaches the two of you on his knees, the box with your new toy still clasped in his hand. Writhing a bit as Ransom tightens his grip on you, you finally find your voice. "What the fuck-? Let go of me, let me go! What are you doing? This is-"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Jake tells you sadly as your other friend eventually gets a good enough hold on you to overpower your resistance. "This is for your own good, y/n. You need'ta learn not to mess around with these things. It's not safe for a little girl like you."

"Learn? What do you mean?" you cry as Ransom's large hands come up to pry your knees apart, using his own strong legs to hold you open. As soon as you feel the cool air of the apartment hitting the thin layer of fabric covering your delicate mound, you freeze. Peering down with wide eyes, you see that your little tennis skirt has flipped up in the most unfortunate of ways, leaving your lacy pink panties on full display for everyone in the room's viewing pleasure. Heart pounding heavily in your chest, you clear your throat.

"R-Ran, Jakey... please..."

"We're not gonna hurt you, baby. Just gonna show you how dangerous these things can be, that's all. You're safe," Jake hums as he lays down on his tummy before you, scooting up between your widespread legs to come almost face-to-face with your now quivering core.

"Pink lace," Ransom snorts from behind you as his hands rest greedily on your inner thighs. "She really is a little slut, isn't she, J?"

Tears pool in your eyes as your cheeks burn in embarrassment. "P-please, please don't look," you beg, your tears earning a sympathetic frown from the blonde beneath you as he reaches out to run a tender hand over the lace of your panties.

"We're gonna be doin' a whole lot more than lookin', sweet thing," he admits as his fingers press against your dampness. "And would you look at that, someone's already gettin' wet." Squeezing out a few more tears as the man prods at your thinly-covered heat, you can only whimper in response.

"Doesn't surprise me. Bet she likes us being all rough, holding her down and spreading her open. You like that, sweetheart?" Ransom teases as he brings a hand up to cup one of your breasts over the flimsy yellow tank top you're wearing. "Never wears a bra around us, either. She's just asking to be played with." At the feeling of his cool hand slipping under your top to search for your beaded nipple, you cry out, straining against his wicked hold- but it's no use. Compared to Jake and Ransom, you're nothing in terms of size or strength. And now that they've got you where they want you, you're completely at their mercy. And you're not sure how much you can trust their promise of safety, not after all they've just done to you.

The meaner of the two laughs darkly as he finds one of the little knots of flesh, pinching and rolling it between his fingers as you cry softly to yourself. "Responsive little thing, isn't she?" he marvels as Jake takes to dealing with your panties; for a moment, he pushes them aside, but then after a few seconds of rethinking, he instead just decides to simply take the thin strip of fabric in his hands, pulling harshly until the band snaps apart completely.

"There we go," he murmurs as his eyes settle down on your dripping folds. "Such a pretty little pussy you've got, sunshine. It's a shame you didn't decide to share sooner."

Looking down over your shoulder to take his own peek, Ransom groans at the sight of your untouched petals. "Fuck, y/n. You've been keeping that all to yourself? Bet no one's ever done anything like this to you before. This your first time, princess?" Your words only continue to fail you as you lower your head in shame, your response giving the two boys all the answers they need. "Well too bad it has to be wasted on a punishment. Dumb little girl thought she could order a big girl toy- these things aren't made for you, baby. You're gonna realize that very quickly."

Pulling his hands away to fiddle with the box, Jake takes his time removing the little blue bullet from its packaging. The friends were smart enough to make sure to charge it before their little ambush, meaning they now have the benefit of its full battery life to spend on teaching you your little lesson. "Here it is," Jake hums, clicking it on carefully to the lowest speed. "Now sweetheart, I'm gonna give you one chance to get yourself outta this," he bargains.

That catches your attention. Raising your weary gaze to meet the blonde's soft set of eyes, you nod reluctantly. "I want you to show me and Ran exactly what you were gonna do with this thing. Want you to use it just like how you were planning when you bought it. And if you're honest with me- with us, and show us everything it was gonna do for you, we'll let you go."

Blinking, you take a moment to think. It's a good offer, you will admit, and he even seems genuine about keeping his end of the deal if you follow through with it. But there's a part of you that just can't bear the thought of demonstrating the crude acts you were intending on performing with the toy, at least not to your two best friends in the entire world. He left it unsaid, but it was implied: Jake wants you to make yourself cum for them. And you just can't do it, you know you can't. So you decide to do the only other thing you can think of: play stupid and pray they buy it.

Swallowing thickly, you nod. Shifting a little, Ransom releases one of your hands, still holding your breast hostage beneath his fingers, almost as an impending threat. Watching you carefully, Jake hands you the buzzing bullet, the strength of the toy's vibrations causing your hand to tingle ticklishly as you suck in a deep breath.

"Go ahead, cutie. Show us," Jake encourages.

Trying to keep your hand from shaking, you brace yourself as you bring the object down between your legs, searching a little to find your glistening hole. Squeezing your eyes shut, you push in, letting the low rumble of the vibrator settle into your core.

"Alright, that's enough," Ransom snaps, causing you to jump as Jake rips the toy from your heat and grasp. "Stupid fucking baby, that was a big mistake. Are you really too dumb to know where it goes? Or do you just want us to punish you?"

Shaking his head in disappointment, Jake sighs heavily. "Good girls don't lie, y/n," he states harshly as Ransom resecures both of your arms down against your back before reaching between your legs to land a few forceful slaps against your bare pussy.

You sob at the sting, gasping as his hand comes up to pull back the hood of your clit. "Give it to her, she was asking for it," he nods to Jake.

Turning up the toy a few clicks, the blonde focuses in his gaze on your little bundle of nerves as he gently collects some of your wetness on the twitching head of the tool before easing it up against your button, earning a strained gasp from you as your whole world's set on fire. The burning is unlike anything you've ever experienced, heat blooming in your core as you burst into more tears at the sensation. Shaking his head knowingly, Jake's voice is full of disappointment as he chastises you, "I gave you a chance, y/n, but you either lied to me, or you're just way dumber than I ever imagined."

"Look at all those tears," Ransom all but moans as he twists and pulls at your nipple, grinding subtly into your back as he holds you down for Jake's torment. "Keep it right on the head, pal- don't cut her any slack. What's the matter, sweetheart- huh? That too much for you? I thought you were a big girl who could handle big girl toys. Of course you're not," he laughs darkly, only egged on by the feeling of you writhing against him, "you're just a stupid little baby who needs to be taught a lesson."

"Think she's learning pretty quick," Jake comments as he practically drools at the sight of your wetness leaking out onto the bed beneath you. Using his free hand, he gently eases a finger into you, curling up gently to rub at your soft, spongey ceiling as your eyes roll back in horrific pain and pleasure.

"Please, please..." you're reduced to mere sobs as you feel the pressure of your orgasm building up more and more in your tummy. "Please, n-no-... wait-... stop-..."

"There it is. C'mon, baby. Cum for us, it's okay," Jake coos as he twirls the head of the bullet over your swollen clit. "That's it, there you go," he sighs with a small smile as you're forced over the edge, your back arching painfully as you squirt out onto his waiting hands.

"Fuck," Ransom curses from behind you, his cock bulging needily at the sight of you being forced to cum. "She's a fucking squirter, would'ya look at that. Better than anything I was dreaming of," he groans as your little toes twitch from the overstimulation, your sobs growing louder as you come down from your high.

"P-please, please, no more!" you hiccup, the continued vibrations against your now engorged button enough to bring you to your knees.

"You think she's learned her lesson, Ran?" Jake asks doubtfully, already knowing what the answer will be as he stretches you open to add a second finger before turning up the bullet another few notches.

"No, I don't think we're anywhere near finished," the brunette responds cruelly as he slaps his hand down a few times against your throbbing heat before pulling back on your lips again to spread you out once more. "She needs at least one more, maybe two. Gotta really show her how dangerous that little thing can be."

#eun's writing #darling dangers #kinktober 2022 #ransom drysdale smut #jake jensen smut #jake jensen #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale fanfiction #jake jensen fanfiction #dark!ransom drysdale #dark!jake jensen #chris evans #chris evans smut #jake jensen x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #jake jensen one shot #jake jensen imagine #ransom drysdale one shot #ransom drysdale imagine

[shywhumpauthor]

A Whumpee who is so touch starved that they will do literally anything for just a ghost of contact but who also hates being touched for whatever trauma reason, so they’re stuck in this hellish limbo between their desire to just be held by someone and the awful prickling feeling they get whenever someone so much as brushes against them.

Bonus points if their master/caretaker/teammates/whomever within the context has no problem being affectionate but they just won’t do anything unless they are literally asked or something of that sort.

This opens up a lot of potential for some really soft emotional scenes

(prompt 12)

#please someone write this #i need this #I can’t really write comfort in the way I want to express things #so someone pleaseeee #but lowkey this is henchman from Day Off #(pt 2 coming sometime this week I promise) #(Also Cory someone remind me to post Cory’s story in the next two days) #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #its me coal #coal wrote something #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompts #comfort whump #whump comfort #hurt and comfort #hurt/comfort #hurt/angst #sad whumpee #whump idea #whump ideas #writing prompts #writing prompt #hurt/comfort prompts #hurt/comfort prompt #comfort prompts

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whumpers! This is your two-week head start to the Two Weeks of Whump Challenge commencing on the 3rd of July!

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Promptsforyourwhumpfic’s Two Weeks of Whump Challenge - July 3rd-July 16th

To celebrate six years and nine thousand followers, I have compiled a small whump challenge. 

For each day, you gave been given three items/ways to hurt your chosen character with. You can use just one, or all three for each day! This isn’t limited to writing, you can create gifsets/draw etc. There is no limit. 

For those posting to Tumblr

Please tag @promptsforyourwhumpfic and/or use the tags #TWOW or #TwoWeeksOfWhump. 

For those posting to AO3:

I have created the Two Weeks Of Whump Collection (thank you for recommending I do this @dollopheadedmerlin​!) 

You can tag me at @SurroWhump

Prompts list: 

1) Poker - Shock Collar - Ashes 2) Bio-Weapon - Isolation Chamber - Needles 3) Car Battery - Scalpel - Alcohol 4) Belt - Gas Mask - Cage 5) Broken Glass - Building Collapse - Necktie 6) Kitchen Knife - Gunshot Wound - Gag 7) Cyanide - False Imprisonment - Blindfold 8) Rope - Nails - Water Inhalation 9) Acid - Branding - Meat Hook 10) Rusted Metal - Phone Call - Hammer 11) Chains - Hanging - Muzzle 12) Baseball Bat - Coffin - Nail Gun 13) Mystery Pill - Gaslighting - Fishing Net 14) Barbed Wire - Scissors - Corkscrew

Remember: tag accordingly, especially when it comes to trigger warnings!

FAQ’S

Why just two weeks? I understand not everyone has the time/stamina to do a huge challenge, so I thought two weeks was a good compromise!

Miss a day? Don’t worry! It’s not the end of the world, you can always catch up in future. This challenge is not limited to these two weeks, if you’re finding this two months after its over, then you’re more than welcome to take part!

How much do you need to write/do for each day? As much or as little as you’d like. If a drabble turns into a full fic, brilliant! If you only have the time for a sketch that's fine too! 

Want to know more? Message me/send me an ask!

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[angelmatthew]

₊˚.༄ ginger tea - sung hanbin

this is very self indulgent because i was sick last week too :(( i can never keep sickfics short and sweet because i'm a sucker for whump, this is very soft whump though ! my writing's still a bit rusty but it's getting better (i hope). also, i'm still not sure about the layout for my posts so i'm trying out different things, i'll stick to one layout eventually!

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↬hanbin x gn!reader ↬2054 words ↬fluff, soft angst, one shot ↬tw: mentions of vomit, a little bit whumpy, not proofread

your muscles were aching, your head pounding like a bass drum and you could barely breathe with your stuffy nose. you had to be in class in an hour but getting out of bed was a daunting mission.

you rolled over, clinging to the warmth of your bed, hoping a few more minutes might work a magic fix. and, before you knew it, you were out like a light.

you’re woken up two hours later by the sound of your phone ringing.

"hey, where are you sweetheart?" you picked up the phone without even checking the caller. once you recognize the familiar voice, you immediately snap into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"oh my god, bin, i’m so sorry i overslept," you confess. you hear background chatter and figure hanbin is already at the coffee shop for your study date. he promised to help you with your finals, despite his busy schedule.

hanbin's voice carries genuine concern. "it’s okay, your voice sounds tired, are you feeling alright?"

“i’m okay," you hesitantly admit, "just feeling a bit under the weather. i'm so sorry for making you wait."

you downplay your ailment, though you can never fully deceive hanbin; his perceptive nature sees through your attempt to minimize the situation. the guilt starts settles in.

"It’s alright, i'm coming over," he reassures you with his signature comforting tone. there's not a single trace of annoyance in his voice, even though he's been patiently waiting for you for the past thirty minutes.

"no! it's okay. I know you're busy, and you made time for me to help with studying, and—" you start to babble, but hanbin interrupts with a soft chuckle.

"my schedule's never too packed for you. plus, it gives me an excuse to escape practice." he speaks in that sing-songy voice you adore, prompting a genuine smile from you.

"well, in that case, i'm glad i could rescue you from the clutches of boredom."

he laughs, "exactly. I’m bringing some medication, tea and cuddles."

true to his word, a few minutes later, there's a gentle knock on your door. you’re greeted with a bear hug and whisker dimples.

“how are you feeling beautiful ?” you can't help but grimace at the pet name, your hair's a mess, you’re pretty sure there’s a toothpaste stain on your sweatshirt, and the fever's turned you into a bit of a sweat machine.

"i look awful," you grumble, stealing a quick glance at your reflection in the small corridor mirror. hanbin's eyebrows furrow, he's quick to interrupt your self-critique.

"you always look beautiful to me," he adds, a reassuring smile accompanying his words. he then, presses his palm against your forehead, seamlessly slipping into concerned-mom-mode. his eyes pop wide, and his lips pull a total 'o' move – the classic hanbin surprise face.

"you're burning up!" he exclaims, guiding you to the couch with a gentle urgency, concerned that standing might tire you out even more. your dizziness was palpable; even reaching the front door felt like a monumental effort.

"did you eat something since this morning?" hanbin questions while putting the grocery bags on the kitchen island, his focus shifting to the small pharmacy bag.

"no, i felt too nauseous," you admit, your voice laced with a hint of shame.

he pauses, worry etched across his features, but he swiftly transforms it into a warm beam, the last thing he wants is to make you feel bad. "no worries, love. let's get you cozy first,"

he disappears into your room, returning with a fluffy blanket and a pile of cushions. he arranges the cushions, making sure they cradle you just right. the blanket, soft and inviting, is draped over you, and he tucks its edges gently, creating a cozy nest.

you can't help but admire his simple yet caring gestures. there's a warmth in his eyes, a quiet assurance that makes you feel secure.

"better?" he asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

“yes, thanks bin, you're an angel” you grab his hand, trying to convey your appreciation as best as you can — can’t risk a kiss in your current state. hanbin takes your hand in his, and kisses each of your knuckles softly, you feel like your heart might explode. in moments like these, you wonder how you got this lucky.

“no need to thank me, now, you need to take your medication…" he makes his way to the kitchen and rummages through the grocery bags, revealing an array of medicine.

he hands you a cup of water along with a few pills and another cup filled with a suspiciously white liquid. "i know it looks like a lot, but the pharmacist promised it should work wonders,"

you nod reluctantly, eyeing the medicine-filled cup. you take a sip of the chalky liquid, the taste makes your face scrunch up in immediate disgust.

"ugh, it's gross," you whine, hanbin chuckles at your distaste.

"you did it! now, the water to wash away the icky aftertaste," he hands you the water with an encouraging smile. "bottoms up!”

you manage a small grin, appreciating his encouragement, and with a final gulp, you conquer the medicine ordeal.

"now, about the nausea, how about a little snack, you can’t take more medicine on an empty stomach" hanbin suggests, you manage a weak nod, grateful for his attention. as he heads back to the kitchen, you can't shake the lingering discomfort; the idea of ingesting any food makes you feel even more nauseous but you don’t want to discourage your boyfriend.

he returns with a plate of crackers and slices of apple, “you don’t have to finish it all,” he hands you the fork with an encouraging nod then turns on the TV and puts on your comfort show, in the hopes that having distraction will make it easier for your stomach to handle the meal.

hanbin watches you eat with a mix of hope and concern, his eyes searching for signs of improvement. after a few bites, your stomach rumbles, and you reluctantly set down your fork. he doesn't want to force you to eat but on the other hand that the lack of nutrition might make you feel worse.

"just one more bite, okay?" hanbin insists, his voice soft. instead of waiting for your response, he picks up a piece of apple and brings it to your lips, offering it with a reassuring smile. "small bites. we'll take it slow."

you take a deep breath before taking another miniscule bite, but as hanbin's hopeful gaze meets yours, the nausea suddenly intensifies. without warning, you get up abruptly, rushing to the bathroom as your stomach rebels. your boyfriend follows, concern etched on his face. you wish he didn’t but he holds your hair gently as you vomit, the sound echoing in the small space.

“i'm so sorry," each retch is accompanied by a twinge of shame, intensified by the fact that fever has left you a bit delirious. you can't help but shed a few tears. yet, through it all, hanbin remains unwaveringly calm and gentle, rubbing your back soothingly.

"shh, it's okay” he repeats, his voice a steady anchor in the storm. he stays by your side, offering comfort as you navigate through this less-than-pleasant moment. as you finish, he helps you rinse your mouth, his touch gentle against the fatigue and fever.

guiding you back to the living room, he reassures, "take your time," and tucks you under the blanket. "if you're not up for eating, we can try again later."

you stare at his expression, he looks even more concerned than before, and you're not sure why but an odd inclination to cry takes hold. maybe it's because hanbin is right here, taking care of you, even handling the less glamorous parts without seeming annoyed or bothered in the slighest. your thoughts became a muddled blend of exhaustion, an overwhelming swell of gratitude, and an uneasy undercurrent of guilt,

as you struggled to fend off the fever-induced haze in your mind, you hadn't noticed hanbin quietly settling beside you, extending a glass of water. "small sips,"

you accept the glass, your body still tense from the earlier ordeal. "i'm sorry," you repeat while trying to supress the sob that threatens to escape your lips.

"hey, don't be sorry," he says, wiping away a tear with a tenderness that melts the tension, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "i'm the one who made you eat when you didn't feel like it. we'll take it one step at a time, okay?" his soothing voice intensifies your emotions, and you find yourself shedding a few more tears, feeling extra awful with your scratchy throat and stuffy nose.

being the empath that he is, hanbin seems on the brink of tears himself, but he doesn't succumb. instead, he gently rubs your back and strokes your hair, humming your favorite songs in an attempt to help you calm down.

"think you need some sleep," he whispers after a few minutes. you nod weakly, and he helps you shift into a more comfortable position, fluffing the pillows and adjusting the blankets.

"anything hurting?" he asks while tucking you in, his fingers gently ensuring the edges of the blankets cocoon you snugly.

"my whole body is aching," you murmur, the exhaustion evident in your voice. moments later, hanbin returns from the kitched with warm heat packs, their comforting weight carefully arranged on your body. as he tends to you, the furrow on his brow and his careful, deliberate movements betray the emotional toll it takes on him to witness you in discomfort. he refrains from asking more questions, not wanting to exhaust you or burden you; he still feels a bit guilty from the ealier nausea ordeal.

before he even gets the chance to check on you again, you've already drifted off to sleep. when you slowly open your eyes two hours later, hanbin is still hovering over you, changing the wet cloth on your forehead with a fresh, cool one.

"hey sleepyhead, feeling better?" he asks, gently stroking your cheek. you nod slowly, his cool hand soothing your warm face.

now that your mind is clearer and the fever has gone down, you feel the shame settle in — you've never been this vulnerable in front of hanbin, you know he doesn't mind taking care of you but you feel sorry nonetheless.

"thank you again, for taking care of me, i was a complete mess earlier," you shyly blurt out.

"it's what i'm here for my love," in response, he graces you with that infectious smile, reminiscent of fluffy clouds and blooming spring flowers.

hanbin leaves your side momentarily but returns with a steaming mug of ginger tea, its comforting aroma filling the room.

"here, this might help you feel even better," he says, handing you the mug. the warmth of the tea and his comforting presence start to chase away the stiffness in your body.

hanbin settles down beside you, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace.

"You know," he starts with a mischievous glint in his eye, "you owe me. i've been exposed to your germs," you chuckle and hanbin's relieved to see you laugh.

"i don't mind as long as I get to cuddle you like this," you say, sinking deeper into the embrace.

"even when I'm all sweaty?"

"you did it for me, i don't see why i wouldn't do it for you," you say, your tone light but filled with genuine affection.

hanbin seems a bit taken aback by your response. even though he spends his time taking care of the people around him, accepting the same level of care from others has always been a bit challenging for him. it's as if he fears it might compromise his dependable attitude. however, ever since you started dating, he's been gradually getting used to the idea and the same goes for you — taking care of each other even in the messiest moments felt more natural.

"you've got yourself a deal. just promise you won't judge the sweaty, sickly version of me too harshly."

you playfully roll your eyes, "bring it on, i'm ready for it warts and all,"

with a smirk, he leans in, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "i'll hold you to that."

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