this is a whump blog now

nevermind the piss stuff

[coolsexhaver]

...but the relief felt too good... (3/3)

[onlyif-itsgay]

For all you fanfiction writers (and whump lovers) out there 🙂‍↕️

|‘71 (2014)

[aceofwhump]

I recently started watching leverage and am almost done, my friend told me that you're the person to ask for good whump fic recs so if you maybe have any that be great. Thank you

Hi there!! Ah that’s so exciting!! Leverage is so good! And yes I most certainly do have fic recs for you!! Although I hope you enjoy Eliot whump cause that’s all I read lol. 

Here’s a very long list of all my favorite Eliot whump fics. Enjoy!

by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolved so by prionsa

Summary: Even brave and true Eliot Spencer can’t compress his emotions forever. This is a snapshot, of a dam breaking.

The Safe and Sound Job by flutterflap

Summary: Eliot Spencer doesn’t do hospitals

Stay on the Ride (It’s Gonna Take You Somewhere) by hannasus

Summary: As he dangled over the edge of the ravine, forty feet above the ground below, Eliot wondered when, exactly, everything had gone so completely to shit.

Wake Up Exhausted by jendavis

Summary: “Written for comment_fic prompt: ”“Leverage, Eliot (/Hardison)+ team, they thought waking him up on the morning of his birthday with firecrackers would be a good idea.”“ Takes place in between “The Studio Job” and “The Gone Fishin’ Job.”

Broken by meils121

Summary: No sane person would ever reach out and touch Eliot’s arm just then, so maybe it’s a good thing that Parker isn’t sane.

Watching His Back by Telaryn

Summary: Following the events of The Experimental Job, Hardison checks up on Eliot and find that the hitter isn’t recovering as well as they’d hoped.

In The Darkness by ScoutLover

Summary: Eliot’s locked in another dungeon, but this one is … different

Rise by Our Falls by jesterlady

Summary: ”Eliot, why don’t you take the rest of the job off?”

Just One Step by Bacardivodka

Summary: All he had to do was take just one step, then another, then another. Easy, right?

The One Crutch Job by JBMcDragon

Summary: “It had been the simplest of plans, the easiest of heists, and a fantastic coincidence that all three of them were in Paris at the same time. It was practically set up for them.

Then everything went wrong. With Eliot captured and the rest of the team on the way, a rescue is the first priority. Getting him to a hospital is second. Taking down the bad guy comes a distant third. For once, none of them mind coming in third.”

Letting Go by ScoutLover

Summary: Eliot doesn’t want them to see the price he pays for keeping them safe. They’re not concerned about what he wants.

Damages by ScoutLover

Summary: Eliot’s never really known when to just lie down and die

Trust for Christmas by Soquilii9

Summary: Based on Leverage: The Toy Job

Falling Into by whimseyrhodes

Summary: They handle him with kit gloves when he’s injured and for a wonder, he lets them.

The Influenza Job by james

Summary: In the middle of a job, Eliot gets the flu. He copes about as well as you’d expect.

Crash Landing by Orockthro

Summary: “Set after the Mile High Job in Season 1. "You’re not fine,” the grifter protested, putting a hand on his shoulder and purposefully invading his space. “You fainted.”

Taking Care of Eliot by waterbird13

Summary: After the Tap Out Job, Parker and Hardison are understandably a little worried about their man. They just want to take care of him.

Crimson Regret by whimseyrhodes

Summary: When Eliot is captured for an illegal fight club, will the others get to him in time, or will he die in the ring?

Sacrifices We Make by whimseyrhodes

Summary: Eliot takes a bullet for a teammate.

The place to call home by thosepreciouswalls

Summary: Tomorrow. Eliot will be home tomorrow. The job ain’t done yet. He just needs to keep it together ‘til he gets home. (What happens after the ending of The Rundown Job)

The 3 Times Eliot and the 1 Time He Didn't By: Lunawolf5

Summary: Eliot falls asleep around the team three times and than the one time where he cant sleep anymore.

Last Dance By: jibber59

Summary: My take on what should have happened at the end of the Reunion Job. Yes - once again I have to mess with then ending of one of the stories. What can I say - I want my boy to get more attention!

Beige Feather By: Patska

Summary: During the next con not everything went flawlessly and now Eliot suffers from his injuries. Nate, Sophie, Hardison and Parker immediately came to help, despite his protests. Everything happens somewhere during Season 1, when Eliot was not get used to get help from team members.

The San Lorenzo Job REDUX By: Ginipig

Summary: The San Lorenzo Job from Eliot’s point of view. After the events of The Big Bang Job, Eliot wonders if he should move on from Leverage Consulting. As he returns to San Lorenzo for the first time in years, he remembers why he left Moreau and the one and a half times he saved General Flores, all while trying to keep the team alive and defeat Moreau once and for all. 

Awake and Unafraid, Asleep or Dead By: Avid Reider

Summary: Eliot’s been missing for a month. When the team finds him, they realize it’ll take more than a few playful pokes and light-hearted jokes to get him through his ordeal. They finally learn what he’s willing to do for them. 

A Vulnerable Hitter By: VisibleThunder

Summary: Eliot is their hitter. He is strong, and he does his job well. He protects his team- his family, whatever the cost. But he is still just a man. He can still be…vulnerable. 

Hollow Inside By: akblake

Summary: What really happened after the end of The Big Bang Job… Eliot may seem fine in time for the next episode, but that’s only because Parker helped him through that night.

A Place to Stand By: Sunbird Riding Shotgun

Summary: Post 4x11. He made it through the job okay but in the aftermath Eliot suffers a flashback.

The Chicken and Stars Job By: Aoitori

Summary: Essentially a fluffy, H/C-tastic, multi-part tag to the season opener- the Long Way Down Job. Somehow, I just couldn't resist.

Feed By: wildwordwomyn

Summary: Alec receives an email containing a link. This is what happens when he opens it.

Who I Am By: No Illusions

Summary: “You’re not that man anymore,” Sophie had told him. The next day, Eliot Spencer had killed a dozen people. Tag to the Big Bang Job.  

The Question Mark Job By: Mousme

Summary: Eliot gets the flu during a job.

Angels Bending Near By: whimseyrhodes

Summary: Trying to escape his nightmares, Eliot is plunged into another one, one that can happen to any of us.

At Arm’s Length By: whimseyrhodes

Summary: Tag and Missing Scene s for The Boost Job.

What’s in a Name? By: zippy zany

Summary: After a con gone wrong the team takes care of Eliot however during the night they are given a surprising piece of information.

Guilty Heart By: deanangst

Summary: Actions speak louder than words when it comes to trust.

Take the Punishment By: pdljmpr6

Summary: Post Tap Out Job. Eliot is used to taking a pounding and keeping right on going. The team isn’t quite so used to letting him. Eliot!whump and team fluffy goodness.

Getting Here By: Sunbird Riding Shotgun

Summary: Eliot is sick, Hardison and Parker are calling Nate Dad, and they’ve all ended up someplace they never expected to be.

Recovery By: Sunbird Riding Shotgun

Summary:  Four days ago Eliot sacraficed himself so the others could escape. It took four days to rescue him. A lot can be done to a man in four days.

[catbritta]

it might just be because its really late but i lost it at this

[phallicshaped]

Soo in the mood to edge a boy until he cant think about anything other than the mind numbing pleasure that gets ripped away each time i remind him he’s not allowed to cum.. I want to edge him to the point where he’s literally crying because he wants to cum so bad

[bunjywunjy]

Shout out to that guy from Florida talking to my coworker about wanting to take his sail boat through Lake Superior in November. He was planning on a little trip and my coworker was like hey man I don't know how to tell you this but you will Actually Die

*Lake Superior, in the far distance*: yes yes yes yes yes do it yes yes

[bunjywunjy]

@ciaseeds PLEASE

[jabberwockypie]

[wetlittlebunny]

Omg... I can't... I'm so desperate... My bladder feels so full and heavy with piss...

I can't stop squirming and I'm leaking! 🥺😖 I need to go so bad... I'm holding myself and potty Dancing to hold it. Uh the relief would feel amazing right now 😔 just my bladder completely empty itself... But it's staying so firm and full... Aching with waves of need for relief...

[squiirming]

guy who is a heavy sleeper being woken up by his bladder. sleepy and comfy, he just ignores it and tries to go back to sleep. as he drifts in and out of sleep, his need gets progressively more urgent, but so does his resolve to actually catch more solid sleep. subconsciously, he goes to hug his comforter between his legs, eventually ending up with it bunched up high between his thighs, his ankles crossed to help. he starts to squirm and rock back and forth, trying to suppress the need for a bit longer. the motions have his soft dick slowly drag inside his loose pyjama pants, providing a gentle friction that toon have him not so soft anymore. he ends squeezing his thighs and grinding, now not only as a way to hold back his need to relieve himself but also because it just feels good. having an erection does help him hold, so much so that he manages to fall back asleep for a while… until he awakes again, now positively desperate. he finds himself already humping the bunched up comforter, softly panting, when he comes to realize his predicament. he needs to go now. he’s still sleepy tho, sluggish from waking up, and also finding it hard to think, because of his pressing need, and also the jolts of pleasure coursing through his groin with every shift. he’s fully hard, hard and leaking precum in his pyjama pants. the urgency of the situation means he can’t just stop grinding or he fears he’ll lose control. if he was more awake, he’d trust himself to make it to the bathroom quickly, but he isn’t, and he also can’t deny his slightly delirious self that this feels good. unable to reason, all he can do is hold onto the comforter tighter so it’s pulled taught between his thighs, providing both much needed pressure to help his bladder, and pleasure that makes his eyes roll back behind his closed eyelids. he desperately humps the blanket, feeling his desperation heighten and his muscles weaken—he has no idea how ling he’s been holding like this, but it must’ve been a while for how tired he feels already. pissing the bed isn’t an option tho, so he continues and can only moan in pleasure at the friction on his hard, leaking dick. a particularly good thrust sends him twitching in near overstimulation, and he has to halt his motions for a moment. doing so is what makes him leak for the first time. the feeling of warmth blooming on his dick head makes him frantic, he immediately resumes his humping with urgency. his pyjamas are too rough on his sensitive skin now, threatening his very control, but he he does dare stop or slow slow. he yelps and his hips stutter when another leak escapes him, and then another, and then another. feeling the limits of his ability to approach, he starts humping with desperate and renewed vigour, only speeding up every time his muscles spasm and another spurts escapes him. through it all, the pulses of warmth make his precum-slick pyjamas feel good like nothing else on his throbbing erection. unable yo think of getting up and making mad dash for the toilet—unable to think at all—the guy only moans and gasps as he begins losing control, though he never stops trying to hold it. he’s not done having an accident, and trying not to, when the pleasure in his stomach reaches a peak. he leaks forcefully, gasps, twitches, and then ruts against the blanket in short little trusts, until he forgets everything about holding and can only chase his imminent orgasm. he comes like that, hot and intense, inside his pyjama pants. for a brief moment, he forgets all about his desperate need to piss and just lays there, grinding, milking it out, until the pleasure begins to recede and his desperation comes back all at once. he leaks, a strong spurt that hisses, and immediately doubles down on his frantic grinding, only, this time, the movement is nothing but overstimulating his sensitive dick, so soon after coming. it has the opposite intended affect, as the sensation makes him twitch and his exhausted muscles spasm, allowing more piss to escape him. he tries to cling to control, he really does, but it’s futile.

moaning from the harsh overstimulation, he doesn’t stop grinding, too far gone to reason that it’s no use, besides, it still feels good through the pain. with every rut, more piss leaks out of his dick, which refuses to fully soften under the constant stimulation. just like that, he slowly loses control of his bladder, until a near continuous stream is pouring out. delirious, he continues to rub his hard dick through it. he doesn’t stop when the stream finally dims and stop, still turned on beyond relief. right away, he grinds to another orgasm, not satisfied until dick is throbbing in his pants again and the pleasure overwhelms him.

while he lays in the aftermath, soaked and twitchy, his bladder throbs again, and he can’t help but moan as the very last drops escape him, feeling almost as good at the other type of relief he just got.

[silly-things34]

its taking everything in me to resist the urge to go. im potty dancing to keep it in. i gotta go please i gotta go so bad im gonna makd a mess im gonna have an accident please can i leak

please please im going to have an accident

[silly-things34]

I want to curse you to be sealed up until your bladder is holding exactly a gallon, at which point the seal breaks and you suddenly have to hold it all yourself. I want the seal to return every time you empty yourself, leaving you with no choice but to keep filling up over and over again. The curse makes it safe to be that full, but doesn't stop you from feeling exactly how full you are and exactly how badly you need to go.

that sounds hot i'm not going to lie, only being allowed pee until i'm absolutely bursting. i have a habit of going before i'm about to go out and do something, so i don't get stuck needing to go without a bathroom around. so the thought of having to squirm around, desperately trying to hold it when i'm out in public because i physically couldn't go beforehand??? yes >_<

[burstingsblog]

Addendum to the curse: The seal returns as soon as your bladder gets below a gallon and the flow of pee stops. So if for any reason, including but not limited to:

-you get interrupted while going somewhere you shouldn't

-in an emergency you use a container smaller than a gallon (which is quite likely if you want one that isn't translucent so you don't look like you're carrying around a gallon of piss)

-you have a shy bladder and someone walks into the public bathroom you're using

Then you're out of luck, and your next hold starts now, with whatever is left in you, even if it's 3.9 quarts.

[drippingboyy]

This addendum is perfect because you *could* be stuck perpetually leaking and unable to go. Your bladder is sloshing around, youre desperate and uncomfortable, holding yourself or twisting your legs up and you feel like you just can’t hold it anymore but know you can’t quite go and then it happens… you hit a gallon and an uncontrollable, big hot spurt of pee is gushing right out of you. You didn’t even have the chance to prepare or try to hold it back, it just sprayed out of you and into your underwear. The shock of it coming out when you weren’t ready makes you clench right to stop the flow. But now yoire less than a gallon and the seal is back…. You’re still just as full but now you’re throbbing and squirming against warm now soaked fabric that’s teasing your little peehole, but unable to let anymore out. You’re straining, TRYING to wet yourself more, TRYING to pee your pants but nothing will come out. Begging for a teaspoon or even a few more drops to squeeze out- anything !

until maybe 20 minutes of agony and desperation later, another big gush sprays out and makes a little wet spot but you’re still not near a toilet and you clench again but you’re under a gallon again. Just stuck having leak after leak and never relieving your tired swelling bladder until you time being in the bathroom just right.

[burstingsblog]

Oh what a devious curse..

Unlike some other bladder sealing curses or methods, it doesn't even offer you the relief of relaxing since you know nothing could come out. No, you don't know how much is in your bladder, you can never know. All you know is that you're bursting. So you have to constantly keep squeezing and using up your strength, holding hard against nothing, if you don't want to be surprised with wet pants once you finally tip past the gallon point.

Not only that, but without knowing whether the seal is lifted, you could go to the bathroom to pee, only to find out you can't yet, and have to leave bursting. Imagine walking out of the bathroom with 3.8 quarts still in your bladder. Now you have to go back to what you were doing, pretend HARD that you don't still have to piss, and make sure you wait an appropriately long time before excusing yourself again, lest anyone becomes suspicious.

Of course, there is one way to test if the seal is lifted. Think you can let out a leak and stop it before it shows?

[drippingboyy]

Or honestly maybe you just try to time it out where you just wait for it to happen in the bathroom.

Almost full, youve been leaking for hours and you’re standing in the bathroom, legs twisted up, holding yours self bent over, hoping youll pee soon. Staring at the toilet, wanting nothing more than to sit down and spray the inside of the bowl with your heavy bladder..

Maybe you even try sitting down, squirming around hoping anything will come out. Bouncing and trying so hard to pee but nothing is coming out. Yoire just stuck with your bladder straining, taught and sloshing with each bounce.

Maybe you try turning the faucet on in case you’re just bladder shy but it doesn’t work and all you can think about is how you wanna dribble and trickle out the overloaded water balloon inside you

[nostressjustmeowmeow-deactivate]

I can't stop thinking about forcing a girl's legs apart while she is lying bed with her bladder heavy and throbbing from the four glasses of water she drank earlier which has all dribbled into her bladder slowly by now. Her pussy is pulsating from the pee tingling at her tiny peehole, and there is wetness leaking out of her, an obvious sign that she doesn't want to let go yet.

I can't let that sweet treasure go to waste so I lay between her legs and gently lick her clean, between her lips, her needy little wet hole. I also can't help but press my tongue against her peehole, tickle it a little and I can feel her clench. She whines, blushing, saying that she almost let go.

"You can't pee yet, sweetheart, you told Mommy you would be good for her and hold it. We are training your bladder, remember, baby? We have to see how long it takes until your pretty pussy gives up and pee just dribbles out. This is what we agreed on, right?"

"Oh, you want me to slide a finger into you? Are you sure you can take it? I will do it, my baby, just be careful not to pee on Mommy's hand."

"You are so wet, beautiful, you need to cum as well, don't you? Mommy haven't let you cum for two weeks, I know. You must be really desperate by now... my sweet baby."

"Come, let me press on your bladder a little, let me check how full you are."

"Look at you, it's so hard, it must be really hard to hold it. Here, let me rub your pussy to take your attention away."

"Oh? What is this? Did I just feel a little wetness? Baby, did you just pee on my fingers? Oh, baby, don't cry, are you really peeing? Look at that, I see you are clenching so hard but it keeps leaking out. Just try to hold it for Mommy, if you let it just come out slowly like that, I'm sure it will feel very good. And if you will be a good girl, Mommy will let you grind your little pussy against her tongue while it's still coming out. You can cum on Mommy's tongue and it will be okay if you are a cute peeing mess. How does this sound? Will that be good? Then hold it for Mommy like the pretty princess you are."

[twinkleomorashi]

Have to go so bad holy shit i can’t hold it much longer

[wetandhappy2020]

Mmmmmm this would be me if I got out of bed and stood up, after 12 hours sleep,and desperately need my morning wee 💦💦💦

[omorashiation]

Yep. After that good first leak.

[itsbeenfun-deactivating-deactiv]

I don't want you to just ask me for permission to use the bathroom. I want you begging, pleading, telling me every little detail of how badly you have to go, how you don't think you can hold it much longer. Persuade me. Tell me how much you've had to drink and how long it's been since your bladder has last had relief. Tell me how good you've been, staying nice and hydrated, not even thinking about asking for the restroom until you're squirming and your bladder is heavy in your abdomen. Let me feel it. Let me run my hand over it and test how firm it is, pressing down on it, poking and prodding it to make sure it's full enough to warrant mercy.

Cross your legs and shove your hands between your thighs if you need to, but don't you dare complain. You know that I get to do what I want. You, you wouldn't know what to do with that kind of control. You're better like this: a submissive little thing who knows your place, who knows that you couldn't possibly tell what your body really needs, who knows that you need someone else to tell you what you deserve and when.

You're going to have an accident? It has been an awfully long time since you last went. And you have had so much to drink. I can see you trembling, your eyes welling up with tears from how badly you think you need it, the way you're holding yourself like the pressure is the only thing keeping it all from coming out. Wow, you do feel pretty full. All that liquid making your bladder nice and firm under my touch, making it swell out, bulging as it tries to make room to hold more. Tell me how much you need it, again? Enough that it aches? Enough that you feel like you're going to explode?

Hmm. Well, your bladder seems to have been able to fit it all so far. Have another glass of water and come back to me in 20 minutes. Maybe you'll deserve some relief then.

[sayorithot]

thinks abt the weight of a bladder full of piss... heavy where it sits, trying so hard to press open the urethra with gravity, a soft ache and bulge in the lower belly... a *really* full bladder, you might be able to feel the sway of liquid if you're walking around with it, bouncing against your hole and trying to relieve you but instead just making you more desperate... how any sort of step or belly pat ripples through the liquid stuffing inside you... until it's so full, that it's a struggle to move without leaking, and you can feel the weight swaying inside you if you focus on it, but then again, perhaps you shouldn't-- focus makes the need worse, after all

[omorashiwet-deactivated20260107]

Need to be denied the bathroom and be forced to hold it, and be mocked for being so desperate to piss. They push my bladder and laugh at me as I squirm around with my hands in my crotch, making me walk around and do exercise while my bladder is filled to the brim, being forced to ever so slightly leak every now and then. They make me stand in front of the toilet and use it as I watch in desperation. They tickle me in order to increase my desperation and make me nearly piss myself. Need them to sit on my bladder as I am helpless to it. They play water noises (like rain and rivers) as I hop around in pure desperation. They force me to do the washing up as they stand there and spectate me.

[mywhumpcollection]

hm. i sort of have to pee ... should i go? or should i hold it.

[squiirming]

omo thought that’s been living rent free in my mind is a guy doing something at a desk and getting increasingly desperate but not allowing himself to tale a break before he’s finished whatever he’s working on. until he’s just desperately shifting in his seat, crossing his legs tights and grabbing himself as he struggles to focus on the task at hand. and it turns him on. the pressure in his lower belly feels so good, his cock is being squeezed between his legs every time he crosses and uncrosses them, every time he grabs himself he feels himself slowly growing hard despite his best efforts to push all urges down. he stops using his hands to hold because he desperately wants to stroke his cock now, but he’s still so desperate to piss he ends up just humping his pants to get any pressure on his dick to help hold back the flow. and his pants are growing tighter as he gets harder and that also feels so so so good. he muffles groans and moans into his hand as he tries to focus back on his work, but the second he focuses enough to read a single line of text he nearly loses control for a second and has to shove a hand between his legs and breath really hard. a few drops escape him, it doesn’t show though his pants yet but he can feel the texture of his underwear that clings closer to him now. rubbing against the head of his twitching dick. he fights though the urge and tries to read again, only to fully leak this time. it lasts a second but there’s now a wet patch showing. dizzy with need and incapable of thinking straight he continues like this for a little while, painstakingly doing tiny amounts of work while he shifts and moves in his chair, alternating between closing his legs tights and humping the air and fanning his legs. continuously leaking drops that turn into spurts until he can’t even pretend to be working and is just thrusting forward into the air as his sensitive twitching dick leaks pee and pre-cum all over the tented front of his pants, slowly losing control over his body and his mind to pleasure. he grips the desk tight and barely bites back a moan as he feels himself approaching the brink of control. his pace intensifies, his breathing gets erratic, spurts get longer until the chair is wet and there’s no denying he’s pissing himself, yet he still holds on because it feels so good. he’s seconds away from fully losing it, every leak is a little longer and feels so good, he feels the wave coming, the next urge that his exhausted muscles won’t be able to hold back.. and then it doesn’t. it doesn’t come out. instead a mind blowing orgasm hits him. he’s left gasping and shaking, fully dry humping his tight pants as he cums hands free inside them. it feels so fucking good he doesn’t even reach down to stroke himself through it, he just lets it wash over him , until his desperate thrusts feel overwhelming and the over sensitive head of his cock rubbing against the front of his wet, sticky pants makes me whine in overstimulation. immediately the urge to piss comes back ten times as strong and this time he really can’t hold it. he tries to, still reeling from his orgasm and brain fuzzy with pleasure m, but his exhausted body doesn’t last a minute before he’s losing it. a loud hissing sound hits the same spot cum stained his pants seconds ago. the relief itself feels orgasmic, his spent cock desperately twitching with each spurt, still half hard. aftershocks run through his body until he’s fully empty, which does take a minute because his exhausted muscles still try to lock up after having just cum despite not being strong enough to hold back anything. by the time the last drop leaves him, he’s back somewhere between shaking with relief and turned on beyond comprehension . he undoes his belt and pulls out his wet half hard cock with shaky hands. he furiously jerks off for less than ten strokes before a last spurt of pee escapes him and the sensation sends him over the edge again. he cums hard for second him all over himself and the floor this time.

as he lays his forehead against the desk in front of him to catch his breath he vaguely remembers he was meant to finish something work related.