(18+) whump mania but spicier

this is the 18+ only side blog to @whump-mania. if you’re not 18+, please go somewhere else!

WARNING: everything posted here will not have content warnings at the top of the posts like in my other blog, but they will be in the tags.

if you are sensitive to noncon, or nsfw in general, this may not be the blog for you. this blog is mostly for me to vent out the nsfwhump that lives in my head with an audience made up of people who are all adults who want to read it, and will have a safe and enjoyable time reading it.

Masterlists:

Unlikely Allies: Rivals Villain and Hero unexpectedly meet when Villain rescues Hero from Supervillain’s base.

Sold: Whumpee, rookie of the team, is unwillingly used as payment when their teammate needs medical treatment.

Whumpee meets caretaker family for the holidays and finds out there cousin, Whumper, is their abusive ex that tries to take advantage of them again only for caretaker to stop them.

Everything had been going so great. Whumpee finally got to meet Caretaker’s parents for the holidays, and they were lovely. Everyone they’d met at the party so far was lovely, too. Aunts, uncles, grandparents, siblings. Whumpee was so happy that Caretaker had such a great support system.

But of course it had to be ruined. Of course one more family came late from traffic. And of course, of all people, Whumper had to step through that door.

And they just had to be Caretaker’s favorite cousin.

Whumpee had spent all night trying to avoid them without being too obvious. But with every opportunity, Whumper brushed Whumpee’s hand, or sat too close at the dinner table, or squeezed their thigh under the table.

When Whumpee escaped to the upstairs bathroom for just a minute of solitude, that was ruined too. Whumper took the opportunity of there being no lock on the door to barge in, making Whumpee yelp and nearly fall backwards into the bathtub.

“Look, Whumpee.” Whumper grinned and pulled something out of their pocket. They dangled it over their head, stepping closer until Whumpee was backed against the wall.

“Mistletoe.”

“Whumper, leave me alone. Please.”

“Come on, you know the rules…” Whumper’s hand quickly shot up to Whumpee’s throat, triggering a freeze response that hadn’t been brought up in months. Whumper took the opportunity to claim Whumpee’s lips, taking back what they believed they rightfully owned.

“Stop,” Whumpee whimpered uselessly.

“Shut up,” Whumper growled, their tone suddenly harsh and unforgiving. Whumpee had almost forgotten how their mood could change on a whim like that. It was terrifying.

“You’re gonna be fucking good for me, you little slut,” Whumper whispered against Whumpee’s exposed neck. “Unless you want me to really humiliate you. How would you like for me to strip you down and throw you out there naked? Wanna ruin that nice little rapport you finally made with my family?”

Whumpee sobbed and shook their head frantically. “N-No, no—”

“Then you know what to do.” Whumper kissed them one more time, long and hard, before stepping back and beginning to undo their belt. “Knees.”

Whumpee was already down on one knee when the door to the bathroom slammed open.

Time froze for a moment. Caretaker took in the sight of their partner kneeling before their cousin, who had their zipper undone. Whumper was the quickest to jump in with an explanation.

“Caretaker, hey…yknow, this isn’t what it looks like, we’re just letting off some steam. It was totally my idea,” Whumper said casually, quickly zipping their pants up. “Right, Whumpee?”

Whumper knew what Whumpee was going to do next. They’d known them long enough to know that they would cower under the pressure, agree with whatever Whumpee said, and—

“Whumper’s my ex.”

Whumper’s expression dropped instantly, and they turned their head sharply to them. No, that wasn’t supposed to happen.

“The same ex that I told you about,” Whumpee continued. “The one that abused me.”

The gears started turning in Caretaker’s head. Shock and confusion started forming into rage, and Whumper could see it happening on their cousin’s face.

“H-Hang on—”

The first punch connected with Whumper’s jaw, and from there, it was chaos. The two were screaming at each other, tackling each other to the floor. Whumpee, not able to handle the horror of the situation and the fact that they’d ruined the whole night and an entire familial relationship, escaped through the back door and over the backyard gate to avoid the inevitable fallout.

Whumpee and Whumper are friends, or Whumpee thought that was the case, so he doesn't hesitate to go on a trip/hike/outing with them. When they're truly alone does Whumper change. Whumpee doesn't realize until much too late that there's another reason Whumper took them away from any help.

Whumpee loved camping. So, when Whumper invited them to a camping trip, just the two of them, they immediately agreed. Whumper was a great friend, and apparently a great camper. So what could go wrong?

There was a bit of a hike up to the camping spot they reserved, but neither of them minded. Whumper insisted on setting up the tent while Whumpee rested, and Whumpee obliged and relaxed as they listened to the birds chirping and the nearby river flowing.

Whumper sat down next to Whumpee by the campfire with a heavy sigh when they finished setting everything up. “It’s so nice out here, isn’t it?”

Whumpee smiled and nodded. “It is. I don’t know how you got such a great spot.”

Whumper shrugged. “I pay good money for it. But it is nice.” They listened to the birds chirp for a while. “Nice and isolated.”

Whumpee nodded, not thinking much of the comment. It was nice to have an isolated campsite sometimes. It was more peaceful.

Whumper finally stood up. “Come on, let me show you the tent.”

Whumpee followed their friend into the tent they pitched, and looked around. “Ooh, spacious.” It was indeed a spacious tent. Two sleeping bags were set up, but they still had some room to themselves.

“Mhm. Only the best for you,” Whumper said with a smile. While Whumpee was looking around, they rested a hand on their shoulder. Whumpee thought it was a little strange, but they didn’t think too much of it. Whumper was just being friendly.

“You know, I picked this place out because of how nice and quiet it is,” Whumper said. “I really like to have my alone time…or share it, if the right person comes along.”

Whumper’s hand didn’t leave Whumpee’s shoulder. Whumpee laughed nervously and tried to move a little. “Haha, yeah, it’s…it’s really cool, Whumper. Can I go back outside?”

“These tents are really private too.” Whumper didn’t let go. Their grip only tightened. “I could honestly do…whatever I wanted in here. No consequences.”

Whumpee started to sweat despite the chilly breeze outside. “O-Okay, Whumper, you’re kinda freaking me out with all this…privacy talk. Let’s just make dinner, yeah?”

Whumper huffed out a laugh and shook their head. “Aw, Whumpee, there’s no need for that. I’ve got my meal right here.”

“W-Wha—”

Whumpee felt their body collapse from the weight of Whumper pushing them down. They landed with a thud on the sleeping bag, and in their own shock, they didn’t think to move before Whumper was on top of them.

“I knew you’d be gullible enough to agree to this,” Whumper whispered excitedly in Whumpee’s ear. Whumper’s hands made quick work of Whumpee’s shirt, and they all of a sudden felt far too cold, too exposed. “Letting someone take you into the deep woods with no phone, no map, no nothing…”

“HELP!” Whumpee tried to scream. “Someone, please!”

Whumper laughed. “Didn’t we just have this conversation, Whumpee? We’re isolated. Nobody out here for miles and miles. And guess what? If you try to leave, you’d have no clue where you’re going. Me, though? I know this campground like the back of my hand. I’m your only way out of here.” They sighed wistfully. “Wow, you really are stupid, aren’t you?”

Whumpee did their best to struggle while Whumper removed the rest of their clothing. They got a few punches in, but they were no match for Whumper in the end.

“Please,” Whumpee sobbed as their face got pressed into the fabric of the sleeping bag, the only shield from the rough dirt and grass of the campground. They began to hyperventilate, the reality of what was inevitably going to happen to them setting in. “P-Please, just—b-be, be gentle, I-I’ve never—fuck—n-never done this before, I—”

Whumper barked out a cruel laugh. “Gentle? Oh, Whumpee, I didn’t wait this long to be gentle. Better brace yourself, babe.”

can i request some maintenance sexual training? with a very depressed whumpee amd lots of sadiism from the whumper

“Come on, open up…nice and wide…there we are.”

Whumper liked to make Whumpee wear what they called “maintenance gags.” Something to keep their mouth full, a reminder that they only existed to serve and that their holes should almost always be filled if possible. If the toy constantly between their legs wasn’t enough, they had to have one strapped to their face and shoved down their throat, too.

Whumpee stared at Whumper with dead, tired eyes as Whumper worked on shoving the phallic gag past the sensitive tissue of their throat. They gagged painfully around it, which only seemed to egg Whumper on even more.

When it finally pushed past the stubborn ring of muscle, Whumpee whined at the awful feeling. They had to breathe with their nose or else they’d just start gagging again. Whumper was over the moon. They immediately started taking pictures of Whumpee’s strained jaw and teary eyes.

“You’re so much more beautiful when you’re in pain,” Whumper mused, patting Whumpee on the cheek. “Now come on, I wanna see how you sound with that in your throat when I whip you.”

Moan. Grip. Bite. Speed up. Hair pull. Shout. Stutter. Warmth. Slow down. Kiss. Caress. Praise.

Whumpee knew the cycle of Whumper’s orgasms like the back of their hand now. With the amount of performance enhancing drugs Whumper was on, they had no idea if this was the end or only the beginning of their night together. Whumper continued to pepper kisses along Whumpee’s neck and shoulder while they came down from this one. They didn’t pull out. They never did on nights like this, not until the drugs finally wore off.

“Oh, baby, I don’t know how you feel so good around me every time,” Whumper drawled. “With how sexy you look tonight, we might hit a record.”

Whumpee felt their head get maneuvered to look at the mirror placed next to the bed. They were too spent to be able to look on their own, not that they wanted to.

“Look at us,” Whumper whispered. “So close. Closer than anyone else could be. I could fucking live in you.” They growled out that last part, low and threatening. Whumpee knew they weren’t exaggerating.

Whumper nibbled the shell of Whumpee’s ear, feeling up and down their sides. “Bet you’ve never been with anyone like me. I’m the best fuck you’ll ever have. Isn’t that right?” Their poisonous hands ventured lower. “No one else can get you as worked up as me. You’re never gonna leave, but if you ever did, you’d never be able to fuck anyone again. Because who else could make you feel so good? No one.”

Whumpee was on the couch with Caretaker one morning. They’d asked them to sit down with them so they could have a talk. Whumpee was preparing for this the night prior, mentally readying themselves for Caretaker to be angry at their disloyalty and leave them for good.

“What’s on your mind?” Caretaker asked. Whumpee savored their calm tone while they could.

Forcing themselves to look into Caretaker’s eyes, they finally spoke. “…I cheated on you.”

Caretaker’s face fell. Above all, they looked confused. “You…huh? W-What…with who? What do you mean?”

Whumpee looked down shamefully. “…W-Whumper. I’m so sorry, I know they’re your best friend…I-I tried to leave, I really did, but they were too—”

“Woah, woah. Hang on.” Caretaker put a hand up and cut Whumpee off quickly. “You tried to leave? Did they let you?”

“W-Well…no, but…” Whumpee sniffled. “But it still happened, it doesn’t matter what I tried to do…”

Caretaker shook their head and grasped both of Whumpee’s hands. “Yes, it does matter. This is starting to sound like they assaulted you.”

“I-I mean, they…they did, but—”

“Baby, that isn’t your fault. You didn’t cheat on me. Whumper did a horrible thing, and I’m glad you told me about it.” Caretaker pulled their partner into a warm hug. “I’m so sorry. I’m gonna go talk to Whumper about this.”

“Please don’t hurt them,” Whumpee mumbled into Caretaker’s shoulder. “I-I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me…”

“I won’t. We’re just gonna talk.”

~

Boy, was that a lie.

Caretaker let the blood from their fists drip down onto the tiled bathroom floor. Whumper wasn’t getting anywhere now, with their wrists and ankles tied in the bathtub, face bloodied beyond recognition. Their breathing was labored and shallow. Caretaker didn’t exactly like that they were breathing at all.

“Cops are on their way,” Caretaker said casually, finally turning to the sink to wash away the blood. “They probably won’t put me in prison with you, but honestly, I kinda hope they do. That way, I’d get to bash your face in like this every day.” They sighed. “But the law’s the law. I’ll probably just get a fine.”

I.... couldn't help but notice.... that requests are open again.... 👉👈

May I ask if there will be more "unlikely allies" coming in the near future?

And even if there aren't any official new chapters coming, would you be interested in writing some short scenes/oneshots using the characters from that universe elaborating on what some of Villain's OTHER personalities look like? (As in, what other characters Supervillain forces him to portray besides the ones you've already shown like the "loving spouse/slut" one. I'd be so happy to see all the other whumpy situations Villain finds himself in heheheh.)

I am IN LOVE with that concept. No pressure though if you aren't feeling up for it! Write at your own pace :)

Hello! I do at ONE POINT intend on continuing Unlikely Allies, but I’m in a bit of an idea rut at the moment. I also need to finish transferring it over to AO3.

I may write some more about Villain’s different roles they put themselves in with Supervillain in the future, I don’t have anything planned with it currently though. Here are some ideas though, to keep you all hopefully satiated:

-Supervillain sometimes wants Villain to be completely limp, challenging them to not react to anything. If they can’t do it, they get drugged instead

-Villain falling back into the mentee/student role they used to have with Supervillain in the past, making their memories of Supervillain’s mentorship all the more gross on retrospect

-Making Villain pretend to be a masochist, even though they’re not

Maybe they even leave a note on Whumpee’s body.

Part 19: Domestic

(TW: noncon themes, noncon touching, slut shaming, psychological torture)

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What made things so awful for Villain was that every day was different.

If Supervillain came in a couple of times a day, fucked them, and left, things would be different. Tolerable. A routine Villain could adhere to.

But Supervillain’s ever changing demands were starting to get to Villain’s sanity.

While Villain was good at being able to put on a show, it was getting harder day by day. There were times that they slipped up; once, they let a plea slip when they were supposed to act willing. Another time, they almost broke down in tears when they were supposed to be defiant and stoic, and they had to collect themselves before Supervillain noticed. If he hadn’t already.

It was only a month after Hero’s release that Villain finally snapped.

Supervillain had Villain in one of their least favorite roles: domestic. They were expected to act with zero fear, zero hatred, zero defiance. They had to behave as if when Supervillain returned from his duties, they were greeting their spouse after their day of work. It was nearly impossible, but for their own sake, Villain had figured it out.

And they did, in the beginning. Supervillain entered his office where Villain was kept, gave a quick “spouse,” and unlocked the cage. Like clockwork, Villain stood up and kissed Supervillain on the lips to greet them. They didn’t stretch their limbs like they wanted to. They didn’t dash for the door. Their hands didn’t constrict around that awful man’s neck. Instead, they settled on his hips and pulled him closer. “Welcome home, babe.”

They were in Supervillain’s quarters now, watching the news on his bed. Villain was curled up next to Supervillain, letting him play idly with their hair. They’d rather be chained up and beaten. At least they were allowed to wear clothes this time around. Even if they knew they’d be losing them soon enough.

Supervillain had been blissfully silent for the most part, but he suddenly decided to turn down the volume a bit on the television.

“Y’know, I think about them sometimes,” Supervillain murmured. “Hero.”

Villain’s throat tightened. They took the risk of saying nothing.

“I wonder how they’re managing to survive out there. If at all,” Supervillain continued. “They could be dead. It’s possible no one found them and helped them. Very possible, in fact. Broken bones take a while to heal.”

Villain simply nodded, swallowing the dryness in their throat.

“I think about the time we spent together, too. Before you bailed them out.” Supervillain sighed wistfully. “God, they were fun. They had this…bite. Figuratively and literally.” He chuckled. “They actually almost managed to escape once, early on. Had to paralyze them for a bit after that.”

Get to the point. Please god get to the point and stop talking about them.

“And yeah, that was fun and all. But you wanna know my favorite moment with them?” Supervillain grinned, turning his head to look at Villain. He knew exactly what he was fucking doing.

Supervillain laughed again. Nails on a chalkboard. “The switch.”

Villain furrowed their eyebrows. “W-What’s…”

“It’s the moment they realized what I really wanted them for.” Supervillain sat up and maneuvered himself to straddle Villain’s hips.

“All I had to do was hold them down, just like this…” He pushed Villain down by their shoulders, now towering over them and casting a dark shadow over their whole body.

“Touch them right here…”

Villain winced at the sudden pressure on their crotch.

“And it was night and day,” Supervillain whispered, almost giddy. “All the hate turned to fear. The fire in their eyes turned to tears. Because of me. Because of what I was about to do to them. What I was about to take from them.”

Supervillain’s hand slipped under Villain’s waistband. He leaned down to whisper into their ear.

“They were so pathetic and weak. And god, I loved it.”

Villain stared fearfully into Supervillain’s eyes, knowing full well it wasn’t the expression he wanted from them. They both knew.

“Don’t you agree, Villain?” Supervillain sneered. “Say it. Tell me how pathetic Hero is.”

Villain had to close their eyes. It was too much. “I…I agre—AGH, FUCK!”

Supervillain released his grip. He wasn’t smiling anymore. “Look at me. Look at me and say it, mutt.”

Villain whimpered and forced their eyes open. “I-I agree! I agree with you, I always do, I—”

“Nope. You’re not listening,” Supervillain growled. “I’ll make it easy for you, idiot. Repeat after me: ‘Hero is a pathetic little bitch.’ You got that? Need me to repeat it?”

Villain gritted their teeth, breathing heavily through them. Calm down, remember what you’re here for. Don’t let him get to you.

“Come on, you can do it. ‘Hero is a pathetic little bitch who’s only good for getting fucked.’ Go ahead, Villain, you know it’s true! My spouse would never disagree with me, would they?!”

Don’t listen to him, just say it. They’re just words.

Supervillain’s grip returned, tightening with each word.

“Hero…is…a…pathetic…”

Just say it!

“ugly…”

You have to!

“worthless…”

COME ON!

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Villain’s hands went for Supervillain’s throat, and with surprising strength, they were able to knock them onto their back. They squeezed as hard as they could with one hand and reeled back the other in a fist.

Before it could make impact, before Villain could even blink, they felt themselves get flung across the room into the wall. They fell to the floor with a thud. They tried to get up, but they realized with horror that they couldn’t move their body.

“I knew it,” Supervillain said, standing up from his bed and circling around it to stand in front of Villain. “I knew you weren’t cut out for this. I’ve noticed you slipping for quite a while now. I was wondering just how much I’d need to do to break you.” He knelt down before them. “Turns out, all I needed to do was say a couple of silly words.”

He reached forward and moved strands of Villain’s hair out of their face to see their frozen, terrified expression. He sat in thought for a long stretch before sighing.

“Alright, here’s the plan.” Supervillain lifted Villain by the hair and threw their limp body back on the edge of his bed. “I’m gonna fuck you one more time, ‘cause I’m in the mood. Then I’ll kill you, since you can’t live up to your promise. After that, I’ll start tracking your team down. Every last one of them. And if Hero’s still out there, I’ll be sure to pick them up too.”

Supervillain turned Villain onto their back, spreading their dangling legs and standing in between them. “That is…unless you can be what I need from you. Right now, with no more mistakes.” He raised an eyebrow. “You ready?”

Supervillain lifted his powers from Villain’s body, and they finally had control again. And even though they could move freely now, do whatever they want…they did what they had to instead.

“I’m sorry baby, you were right.” Villain sat up and reached up to caress Supervillain’s cheek. “Hero really is a pathetic little bitch. I knew it the whole time I had them. I could’ve done anything to them, and they wouldn’t have been able to do anything to protect themselves.”

Supervillain smirked. “Yeah? What gave it away?”

“I mean, I couldn’t even look at them without shrinking back in fear. I could tell that all they ever had on their mind was you.” Villain leaned in and kissed Supervillain softly on the lips. They giggled. “That worthless slut’s probably rotting in an alley somewhere, and I’ll bet they still think about you.”

Supervillain laughed. “Jeez, you really wanna protect those fuckers, don’t you?” He shook his head amusedly and flipped Villain back onto their stomach. “Nice save, mutt.”

Villain was glad they were on their stomach this time. They could make all the noises they had to, but they didn’t know if they could hold back their tears. Thankfully, the bedsheets did a great job of soaking them up.