im enamored w the idea of Tenna drugging someone. in a cnc context it could be very very cute but that's for another post (CW: vague noncon drugging)
i always think abt it with an unruly subject first bc i love conflict... like he finallyyyy has his precious lightner in physical space. he does a picture perfect job making sure they're having the time of their life, but eventually they start asking when they're going home. how many more challenges are left? c'mon, Tenna. i'm serious. i'm exhausted and thirsty and i have chores to do. and he says you c'mon, kiddo, you've been knocking it out of the park! don'tcha wanna keep up the streak??!
though he wants you to keep playing, he IS sad you're tired. you oughta get a little TLC! good thing you're with the perfect television for that, huh? just settle in for a tick while he grabs you a drink! he grabs you the comfiest chair in the studio, mixes you a drink with a little somethin’-somethin’. he’s concerned you’ll notice, but you down it all without issue. commending him on his mixing skills, even! it’s not long before you’re barely coherent, on the verge of passing out, but you feel so relaxed now, don’t you? when he asks, you confirm with a dopey smile, questioning him about the streak, and he can only laugh as he scoops you into his arms. he doesn’t have the heart to say the show’s ended by now. the only challenge left is how long he can control himself, with you like this.
pleaaaase make a part 2 every day i pray there's a part 2 and it's not here. please be unashamedly indulgent and show us the weirder stuff you think he'd be into
TENNA’S KINKS PART 2. sorry this one is so long, i have no shame,,
nsfw
primal play but the chase itself took four minutes and he tripped over his own feet twice. an overexcited puppy who cornered a very tolerant cat and has absolutely no plan for what comes next. you hear him coming from three rooms away because he can’t stop giggling to himself, “oh golly, where could they be, this is so exciting!!” until you finally find yourself in his arms, feeling his claws on your hips as he picks you up. “awww look at you running from me!! as if there's a single corner of this world i wouldn't track you down and bring you right back where you belong” the claws on your hips tighten, reminding you that the overexcited puppy has fangs. he's going to fill you up so full you'll never outrun him again. though, sometimes it turns into hide and seek where everyone's a little turned on and very emotional about it. but if too many minutes pass without him finding you, Tenna starts thinking you left him.
tickling . your laugh is just another sound he’s obsessed with, right up there with your moans and whimpers. “oh, jumpin’ jiminy, you're a squirmy one! where are you trying to go? there's nowhere to go, starshine, you're trapped! i've got you cornered and i'm going to-- well, i'm going to tickle you until you can't breathe, i suppose! is that alright?? hehe, stop wiggling away, sugarplum, you're only making it worse for yourself!” the tail behind him is wagging so hard it's a wonder it hasn't detached. if you told him to stop right now he’d pull back immediately, but the fact that you don't, just letting him pin you there and reduce you to a giggling breathless mess, that's what really gets him.
biting and blood play . those fangs aren't for show baby! Tenna forgets they’re there most of the time, not something he thinks about until you’re under him. the first time those fangs snagged your lip during a makeout, he recoiled like you'd burned him. but you just licked the blood off your lip and smiled, and the tiny HP loss notification barely registered before he was on you again. + biting during sex, Tenna pins you down with his full weight, fangs sinking deep into the meat of your shoulder while he keeps moving, and all you can do is hiss through the dizzy blur of pain and pleasure, reaching up to trace the edge of his screen with trembling fingers and rasp out “g-good puppy, that's my good boy” as another HP notification blinks red in the corner of your vision. it's fine, you've got healing items. he's worth the inventory space
underwear stealing . your underwear goes missing and Tenna swears he has no idea where it went! but his tail is wagging and he won't meet your eyes... hmm. let's just say, Tenna has a drawer you're not supposed to know about. you're too busy kissing him to notice his hand slipping something into his pocket. or after sex, when you're too blissed out to notice him tucking the evidence into his jacket with trembling fingers. and just you try asking him about it. “well, well, well it seems we have a mystery on our hands, folks! our beloved starshine has misplaced a very important article of clothing!.......” until you notice his jacket pocket looks suspiciously full. “have you checked behind the bed, baby? under the dresser? i'd help you look, but i'm afraid i'm just as stumped as you are!......oh. wait.”
recording sex . of COURSE the tv man has a filming kink. Tenna wants to play director and star at the same time, setting up shots, adjusting lighting and doing multiple takes until it’s perfect. “hmm, i think my dialogue was a bit weak in scene two, next time i should say something more romantic before i-- oh, whoops, here comes the good part! never mind, ignore me--” and every time it’s like daytime soap opera levels of melodrama, but he’s so earnest about it, so genuinely invested in making it good, that you can't even laugh at him. well...you can laugh, Tenna likes when you laugh. he rewinds those parts too.
his fav scenario is the guest interview, where you’re some charming stranger sitting on his couch and he’s the seasoned host who should know better. “so tell me, what's a lovely thing like you doing in my studio? here on business? pleasure? a little of both, perhaps? oh, that's awfully forward of me, isn't it?? haha, i do apologise, the cameras make me bold.” he's got the desk between you at first, but by minute ten he’s loosened his tie and migrated to your side of the set under the pretense of showing you something on the monitors. “if you look right here, my star, you can see the, ah, the angle is really quite flattering, and if i just-- oopsie daisy, my hand slipped right onto your thigh, how unprofessional of me, should i move it?”
another fav is the fan encounter, where you play the adoring viewer who won a backstage pass and Tenna plays....himself! trying so hard to remain professional while you unbutton his trousers with reverent fingers. “holy smokes, this is a violation of at least seven broadcasting regulations, but heavens to betsy, you're a persistent little thing, aren’t you, starshine? th-that’s certainly not in the script but sometimes the best television is unscripted, as i always say!”
or... and im def getting off topic, but you're the poor soul called in to fix his glitching screen, and he's so apologetic about the inconvenience, hovering over your shoulder and wringing his hands. “terribly sorry about this, i don't know what happened, probably just old wiring, haha. you must think i'm so unprofessional, a tv who can't even keep his own screen working...” even though you tell him it's fine, it's your job, but he keeps talking, noticing things about you that have nothing to do with repair work. “you have very gentle hands, for a technician, i mean, very careful, so warm. oh, you're touching my cables now. those are-- those are sensitive, just so you know. not that i'm complaining! not at all! just a friendly warning! from one professional to another!” and by the time you've fixed his screen you've also undone his belt. Tenna swears he's not that kind of tv, already half-hard just from the way you touched his wires.
cum play . the messier the sex, the happier he is. if the sheets aren’t soaked through and his casing isn’t smeared with slick and you don’t have to shower afterward, it wasn't enough. and given his size, there's always more than a normal amount. his favorite thing is to scoop up the mess with two fingers and press it into your mouth, watching your lips close around his knuckles. “that's a good-- oh, heavens, that's a good sweetheart.” he also loves making out with you after you’ve just swallowed, chasing the taste of himself on your tongue and moaning into your mouth about how good you taste together. loves when you return the favor and feed him his own mess. loves the cleanup almost as much as the act itself.
degradation BUT ! i don’t think Tenna would like being outright called names or degraded with harsh words, that would sting his ego too much, and not in the fun way. but a sprinkle of affectionate humiliation? a little “you're so pathetic, look at you, grinding against my shoe like a needy little thing”? that he can handle. that he thrives on, actually. he’ll grind against your shoe if you let him, rut against your leg through his slacks, let you press your foot against his cock while he whimpers and clutches at your ankle. he likes when you talk dirty to him, likes when you call him needy and desperate. “how is the lord of screens this far gone, huh? how is the great television host rutting against my shoe like a dog in heat? what would your viewers think, Tenna?” and Tenna has always loved honesty with a little bit of teasing wrapped around it. + being made to beg for permission to touch you, to touch himself, being denied and watching you get yourself off while he's not allowed to move.
and because that degradation hits so nice, it only makes sense to take it public, so public degradation (subtle) . nothing too obvious but things like you whispering to him during an event that you can see the wet spot on his pants from how hard he is, telling him he’s so pathetic for getting turned on in public, making him sit through an entire dinner while you describe what you're going to do to him later. he’d be squirming and everyone would think he’s just excited about the event when really he’s desperately trying not to cum in his pants.
which brings us seamlessly into the next exhibit. public sex . Tenna can't wait, unable to make it back to your room. pulls you into a maintenance closet / a dark corner / behind a piece of scenery. you know, anywhere slightly hidden. hell, he needs you so bad he can't even make it to the car. “well isn’t this just wildly inappropriate of me... the crew could walk by any minute, Mike could walk by. and i'm about to- goodness, i'm about to do something very un-hostlike. i was a perfectly respectable television before i met you, my superstar, you know?” and then he gets lost in you and forgets where you are until footsteps approach. he’ll pull out just in time, cumming on your thigh instead of inside you, and spend the rest of the day thinking about how close he was to ruining everything
edging . Tenna edges himself without meaning to all the time. he gets too close too fast because everything you do turns him on, and then he panics and stops moving because he doesn't want it to end. buried to the hilt inside you, his whole frame shuddering, he'll go completely still and press his screen against your shoulder, muttering “goodness, goodness, hold on, ju-just give me a moment, starshine, you feel too wonderful and i'm going to-- oh jeez, i'm going to embarrass myself if i move even an inch!” but also. extreme edging . we’re talking HOURS of this. you keeping Tenna right on the edge until he's actually crying, sobbing, begging incoherently. the way his cock weeps and jerks in your grip while you drag him right to the brink and then let go, watching the poor thing twitch against his stomach. “golly, baby, that’s mean, that's terribly mean, leaving me all achy like this! please put your hand back where it was!’ you could keep him like this until he’s reduced to whimpers and broken pleas, and when you finally let him finish he’d cum so hard he’d actually pass out for some fime.
somno . Tenna would never, ever wake you up for sex unless you’d explicitly told him it was okay . but yes, he wants your first conscious thought to be how good he fucks you. Tenna’s gentle about it, sliding inside you while you're still dreaming, his screen dimmed to its lowest setting so the light doesn't disturb you. “there's my sleepy little star... and here i thought i was being so sneaky. guess i'm not as quiet as i thought.. uh oh, i'm in trouble, aren't i?” he says when you wake up. you laugh, or try to, but it comes out as more of a breathless whimper because he's still thrusting into your body. “you're, oh god.. you're not in trouble.”
“i'm not? oh, good!! wonderful!! i was a little worried, not gonna lie, dear. you were sleeping so peacefully and i just... couldn't wait any longer. is that terribly selfish of me? it is, isn't it. i'm a selfish, selfish television.” still sleepy, you reach up and pull him down into a kiss.
Tenna wants you to use him while he's asleep too. the idea that you wanted him so badly you couldn't wait for him to be conscious... eventually, he’d wake up halfway through and pretend to still be in low-power mode just to let you finish. his tail, of course, would betray him instantly. “mmm... what's... oh, starshine,” he'd giggle. “well hello to you too! i'd say good morning but something tells me it's been a good morning for a while now...“ as if he hasn't been awake for ten minutes, biting his own lip to keep from moaning.
wire play . they're sensitive, really sensitive. and you figure out pretty quickly that you can use them to control him. touching him there is like pressing every button on the remote at once. a little tug and Tenna’s putty in your hands. wrapping them around your wrists, your thighs, his wrists, his throat, tying him up with his own wires. “gentle, honey, please, those are-- goodness, they’e delicate, you gotta be gentle with ’em, they're not meant for-- oh, oh jeez, that’s nice, real nice, just be careful.” Tenna’s so embarrassed about how much he likes it, how desperate he gets when you have him restrained, he can’t even move without you allowing it. but he also loves when you let him do it to you. wires loosely wrapped around your wrists, threaded through the headboard, him pulling gently every time he thrusts inside you. or wrapped around your thighs while he eats you out, keeping you spread open for him. he’s so creative with it.
he could technically use them for electrical play too . little zaps and pulses of current against sensitive areas that make you jerk and gasp. and if you put them in your mouth? sucked on the wires while maintaining eye contact? one wrong touch and you could get shocked, a strangled “careful, darling, careful, oh heavens!” spilling from Tenna’s mouth while his trembling hands try to gently pull you away and hold you closer all at once while he tries not to cum untouched.
static shock . imagine his screen crackles when he’s overwhelmed. tiny sparks that are harmless but startling. so, Tenna wants to press his face between your thighs and let those sparks dance across your core making you jolt and gasp. maybe giggle too
remote control stuff ...?? he's a TV so he has buttons, settings, inputs. and if you have the remote you can turn his volume up while he’s inside you . you can pause him mid-thrust and make him wait, frozen, desperate, until you decide to let him move again. you can rewind and make him experience the same moment of pleasure over and over until he's sobbing. he's yours completely. just a device and you hold the controller. that is the hottest thing that has ever happened to him.
marking (?) idk what to call it but Tenna wants you to write on him, his screen or better yet, his chest plate. he’d want anything that marks him as yours. wants to be known as belonging to someone. “property of starshine” or “if found, return to [your name]” or “this TV is taken” .
and now credit to my brilliant friend Simmy @princetsimmy for these next ones because they absolutely cooked!!! everyone say thank you Simmy!!!!
foodplay . Tenna feeding you bites of dessert, fork trembling in his grip, watching your lips close around it with the kind of focus usually reserved for ratings reports. “another bite? of course, of course, whatever my starshine wants! good golly, you’re enjoying that more than my last broadcast....” you make a happy little hum around the fork, and Tenna’s screen goes pink before you've even swallowed. “that's a lovely noise, my star, would you, ah. would you make it again? just one more bite and one more happy little noise for me?” + the way your lips look shiny with syrup... and if a little chocolate drips onto your chin, Tenna leans in to wipe it with his thumb and then licks his thumb clean while holding eye contact. he has a sweet tooth the size of his ego, which is considerable. he wants to make you sticky everywhere and then spend the whole night cleaning it up. to pour more on you just so he can lick it off again, to cover every inch of you in something sweet and then take his time.
breeding kink . Tenna wanting to be a father so bad it makes him stupid. this man watched Toriel waddle around with a belly full of Asriel for months and now he can't stop imagining you like that. look, how darkner pregnancy works is up to you, but that doesn't change the fact that every time Tenna fucks you, his hand finds your stomach, feeling himself move inside you, and even if he's taking you from behind, then it's his arm wrapped around your waist, supporting you, thumb stroking the soft skin below your navel while he whispers against your neck, “i'm going to fill you so full, starshine, make you round with my babies.. you'd look so beautiful. i-im going to try my very best to give you a family. l-let's make a dozen of ’em...please, baby, please let me breed you.” ough, he wants a family with you so bad. little ones with your laugh and his silly antennas.
begging Tenna to fill every hole until you're stuffed to the brim, until there's nothing left empty!!!!! ough. “my, my, someone's ambitious tonight!” he's flustered, fanning himself with one hand, but his other hand is already reaching for you, trembling with how badly he wants it. “i've hosted live television for years and this is still the most demanding request i've ever received. i hope you brought your appetite, because i'm going to take my sweet time...“ and then the moment itself, you're so full it's almost incomprehensible. there are tears on your face but you’re smiling, blissed out, heavy-limbed and completely claimed. Tenna refuses to waste a single drop. your belly feels warm and heavy and your thighs are trembling. you've never been happier.
i left out a bunch of others bc they're a bit intense (i guess), so if anyone's interested i can make a part two
nsfw
size kink . gets off on how much bigger he is than you. he can wrap one hand around both your wrists and you always look so small underneath him. loves watching you struggle to take his cock, loves that he has to work you open with his fingers and tongue first. he could cry about your belly bulge tbh (he has cried about it)
dry humping / frottage . before you ever let him inside, this is all he can think about. he wants to rut against you like the desperate animal he is. wants to grind his cock against your thigh, your stomach, your ass, your slit without ever pushing in. of course he'll whine the whole time, leaking messily, soaking whatever part of you he's pressed against. “please. please can i. just like this. just a little more. feels so good and soft, so warm.” oh also goes feral if you let him hump against your entrance without slipping inside, will literally sob with how good it feels. being denied entry while being allowed to feel you, torture and worship simultaneously.
cockwarming . it's a love language atp. Tenna wants to stay inside you forever, just buried deep, warm and surrounded by you. he'll fall asleep like that if you let him. smth about being held by your body makes him feel safe. will literally beg you to let him stay. “just five more minutes. please. you're so warm. i'll be so still. please!” he'll stay there for hours, soft and wagging his tail lazily while you do other things
voice kink . i wrote smth abt that already but Tenna bringing a microphone to your lips just to record every moan, gasped please and whimpered version of his name + him bringing that same microphone down to where your bodies join, holding it there while he sinks into you and recording the sounds of himself disappearing into your body. i think he loves the wet noises of sex, ohh he likes it sloppy. will add more lube just to hear it. will pull out just to watch the mess string between your bodies. he wants to record you, to save every sound you make and play it back when you're not there.
oral fixation . his tongue is long and weird and he wants it on you constantly. EVERYWHERE. he'll lick you clean after, will lick his own mess out of you and swallow it down. he'll lick your fingers just to have smth of you in his mouth. he'll lick his own lips after kissing you just to taste you again. there is not a single part of you Tenna wouldn't put his tongue on if given permission. he is a freak
mirrors . Tenna wants to position you in front of a reflective surface and make you see what he sees. “there you go, look at how beautiful you are taking me. do you see what i see, sweetheart? do you understand why i can't stop, do you get it now”
body worship to an extreme . will spend literal hours just exploring your body with his hands and mouth. Tenna's obsessed with how human you are, how warm, soft and wet. how you breathe, bleed and feel. but also needs to be worshipped! wants to hear how much you want him, how good he feels, how attractive he is. oh and that you love TV, of course.
overstimulation . Tenna loves pushing you past your first orgasm, then your second, making you cum over and over until you're crying and begging. the way you get so sensitive, how your body jerks with every touch, he's addicted to it, genuinely delighted by every reaction you give him.
overstimulation 2.0 but Tenna's the one crying . he wants to keep going but he's so sensitive and by the third orgasm he's sobbing, begging to stop but also begging to keep going. he's not even thrusting properly anymore, just grinding deep and whining into your neck while his tail wags weakly against the mattress. refuses to disconnect from you for even a second. “it hurts so good, i can't feel my legs, please darling let me keep going.. i'll stop when you tell me to, only when you tell me to. i can't stop on my own, don't know how.”
pet play . he would wear a collar with your name on it and cry if you hooked a leash to it. his tail wags when you call him good boy and droops when you ignore him. he'd kneel at your feet for hours just to be near you. he'd bring you things in his mouth like a retriever, so eager to please and desperate for praise, following commands, getting treats (kisses) for being so well-behaved. will press his screen into your thigh and make pathetic noises until you acknowledge him
antennae play . his most sensitive spot. touch them and he's stupid ! or.. if you lick one, im sure he'll cum untouched, apologising through the aftershocks while his tail wags traitorously against the sheets. oh tail play too by the way, Tenna cannot control it, but you have learned to read him through it, to know exactly how close he is by the frantic rhythm of its beat against your thigh. grab it to feel him jolt and watch his screen flicker panic and pleasure in equal measure. “not the tail,” he whines, even as it curls around your wrist and his hips push deeper. “that's not fair, you know that's not fair, starshine!”
voyeurism . he wants to watch and he wants you to watch him too!! he'll put on a show, literally. he's a TV, performing is what he does.
not sure what the official kink label is for “wants to lie there whimpering and thanking you while you use his cock to get off” but that's Tenna too. he loves being told what to do. loves being positioned and directed and used for your pleasure. he's a TV, he exists to be watched and enjoyed. let him fulfill his purpose!
Yandere Tenna thought (hypnosis underneath the cut, nothing nsfw tho)
A toxic trait I see Tenna having is using his lil powers against you, you could be in the middle of an argument right? You’re upset because Tenna won’t stop pushing your boundaries and being overly clingy. It’s genuinely concerning, horrible to watch your partner spiral downward.
Then Tenna hits you with smth like how he doesn’t wanna fight you and how you should go back to normal. Yk the version of you that isn’t crazy! The warm, sweet and understanding person who wouldn’t leave him alone! You try to look away, scolding to begging Tenna that you don’t wanna do this.
Yeah it doesn’t end well for you
Tenna hates fucking with you like this, mostly for the reaction you have before the brainwashing. You cry, push him away, plead him to calm down. He spends a good amount trying to comfort you and assuring you that you’ll feel better soon.
"here's my original character, Man Who Sucks But Loves His Daughter Very Much" and it's a guy who worships at the altar of patriarchal violence and the woman he uses as an excuse and an effigy to absolve him
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Really big fan Confining Care, like probably one of my favorite whump series I've read.
TW: Self harm
I was wondering how Theo would react if Jace was like, seriously hurting himself. Not just digging his nail into his skin. Things like cutting himself or banging his head into a wall for example.
Wow, thank you so much for thinking so highly of my work! Confining Care was honestly the first time I tried to write a story, so I know that the quality in writing varies quite a bit throughout the masterlist. Still, I'm glad to hear that others find it enjoyable! And ughhh, I love this ask. Jace would totally do something like that!
Summary: whumper catches whumpee self-harming
TW: Self harm, mentioned attempted SA (briefly and not by parental whumper), parental yandere whumper, captivity, threats, and a depressed angry whumpee, manhandling, lack of healthy boundaries
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Theodore's brows furrowed as he tried to focus on the screen of his computer. Finally relenting, Theodore rose from the couch to get his reading glasses only to pause as he spotted the despondent manner Jace was slouched over the coffee table. Pencil crayons were splayed about messily, some having rolled off the table and onto the oak floors.
Slowly, as if trying to not startle a wild animal, Theodore kneeled beside Jace, "Sweetheart, what's the matter?" He reached for one of the papers Jace was working on earlier, swallowing a grimace at the messy and morbid scribbles all over said page. There was an alarming usage of red and black. It looked similar to the drawings those possessed kids in horror movies would draw...
Theodore fought to keep his smile on. What did the parenting manual say again? Something about encouraging hobbies by showing an interest...?
"Wow! That is quite the imagination you have, munchkin!" Theodore pointed to a random scribble that kind of looked like it had a smiling face, "Is that Papa?" Theodore paused waiting for a response.
He didn't get one.
"Oh! Or maybe that's you? Sorry, baby, I didn't mean to insult your artistic capabilities! What a smart, talented boy I have!" Theodore was quick to ramble on, showering Jace's horrifying pictures with praise.
Burying his face into the coffee table, Jace barely held back the urge to scream. It was humiliating enough when Theodore pulled out his laptop to get some work done, telling him to "go play" with pencil crayons as if he were a fucking child, but having to listen to Theodore, his kidnapper, call himself 'papa' was somehow infinitely worse.
He hadn't realized he had started to tug at his own hair until thicker hands wrapped around his, gently pulling them away. Finally, Jace lifted his head enough to meet the concerned ones of Theodore. A cool hand pressed to his forehead, "You feeling sick, hon? Why so glum?"
There was no way in hell Jace would open up to Theodore about how he was feeling right now. "...The pencils are dull," the lie flowed past Jace's lips freely, an easy diversion.
Theodore perked up instantly, practically jogging into his office with only a light reminder for Jace to "stay put" until he came back. Jace glimpsed at the thick cuff locked around his ankle and glowered. As if he had a choice.
Theodore returned with a pencil sharpener in one hand and his glasses in the other. He handed the pencil sharpener to Jace, ruffling his hair, then plopping back onto the couch to finish his work. "Tell me if you need help sharpening, okay Jace?"
"Mm."
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Jace's hands were sweaty as they wrapped around the pencil sharpener. He was alone in his room for once (probably because it was the middle of the night and Theodore had long since put him to bed.)
He had somehow managed to keep it after he finished colouring. Theodore must've forgotten to collect it back, or maybe he was simply oblivious to what else an innocuous pencil sharpener could do. But Jace knew.
Using a stray coin he found lying around the house, Jace's tongue poked out in concentration as he carefully twisted the screw holding the blade of the pencil sharpener off. The blade was thin, but sturdy and sharp. Exactly what he needed, something easy to hide that could still get the job done.
Jace had learned of more pain than he thought possible at the hands of Theodore and his demented "family." He couldn't look in the mirror without seeing the jagged scars of a whip running down his back and along his shoulders. He couldn't take a step forward without feeling the irritating chaff of iron against skin and, oh, how he hated the sound of the chain dragging after him.
He had no freedom. He couldn't do anything without someone watching him, belittling him, and hurting him if he acted out beyond a ruse of childish disobedience.
And the worst of it all? If he didn’t play along to Theodore’s delusions, then…then he might be given to Cameron instead. The man who almost raped him. So, essentially, he had to choose between being sexualized or infantilized, and that wasn’t exactly a choice Jace wanted to make.
He didn't want to die, but... he just couldn't stop himself from dragging the blade across the skin on his thighs. It started small, with just the faintest white line appearing.
Then, he drew the blade back and forth, spots of red oozing out of the cuts now, and with it relief flooded his system. The sting grew and grew, but he was in control of it this time.
For once in a very long time, Jace felt like his body belonged to him.
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The next days followed in an ordinary fashion. Theodore tried to play the role of a typical dad, while Jace tried to keep his sanity as he played along the best he could.
His little hobby hadn’t been discovered yet. Jace was careful about where and when he cut, and after he was finished, he hid the blade. Every few days, he made sure to change the place he kept it.
Luckily, Theodore at least let him shower and change by himself (although that didn’t stop Theodore from offering his help).
Jace had been sitting on the couch, reading one of the fantasy books Theodore gifted to him when a shadow came over him.
Theodore’s eyes looked different than usual. They contained something dark, something feral, something that made Jace want to curl away and hide. That look only promised pain.
Running over his behaviour the last week, Jace couldn’t come up with a reason as to what he could have done to anger Theodore so greatly. Besides cutting himself, of course, but there was no way Theodore could have found out about that—
"What is this?" Theodore seethed, holding up something thin and white and—
He found the blade.
"H—How—?" Trying to flinch away, Jace's words were cut off as Theodore grabbed his hands tightly and pulled back his long-sleeved shirt, searching for any evidence the blade could have left.
"Where." Theodore demanded when he was met with blank skin, staring intensely into Jace's frightened eyes. "Tell me, Jasper. Where the hell was it?" He was shoved back onto the couch, and then Theodore was climbing on top as he began to rip off the star-themed shirt Jace had picked out that day.
Jace could feel his heart drop to his stomach at the uncomfortable weight of another body on top of his own. "No!" he flailed like a fish out of water, "W—wait!"
"I swear to God, Jasper, you better show me where you've been cutting yourself before I have to find it myself, because I promise if I do, there will be more of those cuts by the time I'm done with you."
Hands grabbed at his pants and Jace could no longer contain the tears from escaping. "I'll show you, I'll show you, just please, stop!" he hysterically blubbered out, trembling hands reaching down to pause Theodore's.
Theodore leaned back just enough for Jace to move his hands. Shakily, he rolled the legs of his pants up until they revealed the angry red marring his thighs. Jace could hear the sound of a sharp inhale coming from above him.
"How could you do this to yourself?" Theodore's voice was horrified as his fingers ghosted the wounds, "Why, Jace? Why?" Theodore's hands trembled and a hint of wetness sparkled in his onyx eyes, "You... You're my baby. I...I can't lose you."
"Because…" It helps me feel in control, it lets me feel like myself again, it keeps me grounded, it's my body, if I want to hurt myself I will! You hurt me! You hurt me every day and worse, so don't you dare look so mortified!
"Because…" Jace trailed off, unable to get himself to say what he really wanted to say, knowing that the words will only get him into more trouble. Finally, he gave up, simply shrugging his shoulders as he cast his gaze back to the couch.
"I see," Theodore's voice turned cold. Grabbing Jace's chin, Theodore forced eye contact. "From now on, you don't leave my side. When I sleep, you sleep next to me. When you need to shower, I will be in the bathroom with you. In fact, I think I might just remove the door from your room and your bathroom to be safe."
"Dad—"
"No," Theodore hissed, holding a palm over Jace's mouth. "You had your chance to speak. Now, it's time for you to listen. I see I have greatly overestimated your ability to critically think, so I will be thinking for you from now on."
"Until you are ready to tell me what’s going on with you, you won't be doing anything."
Jace regretted ever looking at that damned pencil sharpener.
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Extra! (TW: heavy bondage)
Jace’s hands were tied behind his back with a leather belt, encased by thick gloves. His ankle cuff had been replaced by a shorter chain that kept his legs tied together instead, leaving him immobilized without Theodore. In his mouth, a cloth gag kept him from speaking without Theodore’s permission, and unless he needed to eat, brush his teeth, or reply to Theodore, it generally stayed on.
A week of this treatment and Jace felt like he was losing his damn mind. Theodore eventually returned to his pleasant demeanor, but still didn’t ease up on the strict treatment. Honestly, it felt as if Theodore was enjoying having Jace depend on him more…
Jace sat on the seat of the toilet as Theodore stood above him, untying the mouth gag. “Okay, baby, say ‘Ah~’,” Theodore coaxed as he pressed Jace’s toothbrush inside his mouth, brushing his teeth as the boy stayed still and silent.
After finishing and re-tying the gag, Theodore picked Jace up, past his bedroom (that was now doorless), and into the master bedroom.
He tucked Jace under the sheets, brushing away his bangs to lay a kiss to his forehead. Then, he turned off the light and climbed in beside Jace, holding him chest-to-chest. Jace’s heart was pounding so loudly, he almost didn’t hear Theodore whisper, “I love you., sweetheart.”
more humiliation whump (+ intimate whumper) because why not
forcing whumpee to strip in front of whumper's friends
whumpee undressed and tied in a way where their limbs are stretched out so that whumper can see every inch of their body. whumper circles whumpee, making uncomfortable comments, running their hand over whumpee's bare skin, pinching their ass and laughing as whumpee squirms in discomfort
forcing whumpee's mouth open, demanding them to stick their tongue out, for no other reason than humiliating them
squeezing whumpee's cheeks until their lips pucker out, then kissing them forcibly while whumper's grip on their cheeks doesn't waver
whumper feeding whumpee by hand. bonus points if whumpee refuses to take food and whumper has to force feed them, prying their mouth open and shoving food into their mouth
whumper desperately wishing whumper would just hit them instead of repeatedly humiliating and degrading them
bending whumpee down and spanking them as a form of punishment
forcing whumpee to only refer to themself in third person, bonus if they have been given the most ridiculous name by whumper
making whumpee do funny tricks in front of whumper’s friends
giving whumpee a ridiculous handicap and forcing them to perform regular tasks anyway (giving them gloves that look like paws and isn’t as flexible as regular hands but forcing them to pick things up or eat on their own, legs tied together with a bow but forcing them to walk anyway)
tiny whumpee that is treated like a literal doll. whumper dresses them up, dangles them, shakes them, pokes and prods them, etc.
picking whumpee up against their will, carrying them bridal style or throwing them over whumper's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, simply because whumper knows there’s nothing whumpee hates more than being manhandled and patronized
toying with whumpee’s face, forcing them to smile by stretching their lips, pinching and pulling their nose, messing up their hair
gagging whumpee by tying a huge bow around their entire face so tightly that they can’t move their jaw
whumper letting their friends play with whumpee however they want. whumper’s friends pass whumpee around like they’re a toy, squealing over their cuteness,
tied up whumpee being forced to sit or rest their head on whumper’s lap
speaking of which, strong whumper pulling whumpee into their lap and locking their arms around whumpee firmly. the more whumpee struggles, the tighter whumper hugs them. whumper caresses whumpee’s hair, showers their face with kisses and nuzzles their face into whumpee’s neck, simply because they know whumpee hates it but has no choice but to put up with it.
Generational gap between Whumper and Whumpee in which Whumper was born pre-apocalypse and Whumpee was born post-apocalypse.
Revenge Whump where Whumper was abused by Whumpee's father!
Whumper is somewhat indecisive on how to treat Whumpee- she lands anywhere between stress relief punching bag to servant who she vents to...
(option setup is that one such dynamic she tries is to replicate Whumper and the dad's relationship, but with herself in the dad's position and Whumpee in hers-)
Anyways basically Whumper gets off on the idea of morally corrupting Whumpee to be a bad person (like her dad is, and like Whumper became)... Like for example, by getting Whumpee to betray her family and work for her.
And finally the IDEA I've been trying to get to is that Whumper incorrectly assumes that the things Whumpee would want that would turn her are the same things that Whumper and the father value.
AKA "good girl here's a necklace isn't it so nice? y'know nice stuff like this is REALLY hard to get post-apocalypse so I'm literally basically the only person who can pay people like this now lol"
"can I please see my family"
"mY FaMiLy tHiS, My fAmiLy ThAT, stfu I'm literally offering you riches beyond your imagination why don't you wanna betray them to sign a contract with me"
A whumpee held for ransom is regularly filmed as proof of life and incentive for the ransom to be paid, each time looking worse for wear (perhaps even actively tortured). On camera, whumpee is defiant as whumper torments them, fighting back in any way they can despite being bound and gagged.
But the moment whumper turns the camera off and puts it away, they sag, exhausted. They're meekly obedient as whumper unties them, perhaps even leaning into the gentler touch.
"Why must you always make it so difficult for yourself?" whumper sighs. But they know why- both know whumpee cannot stand the thought of their friends seeing them "weak". Seeing them "broken".
Whumper is not merciless (or perhaps, for a less generous interpretation, they just like the leverage the deal gives them over whumpee). They'll let whumpee keep up the act on camera, even acting as though they were growing increasingly frustrated by the defiance- it heightens the urgency for the intended viewers, after all. They hold to the promise they gave whumpee when this all started.
"I'll play the villain for as long as you need to be the hero."
[In which Whumper caught Whumpee trying to escape.]
[It had all been a setup, of course. Whumper was careful. Meticulous. They would never allow for the slightest chance of losing their beloved.]
[But they loosened the leash. Just a bit. Just to see what their precious whumpee would do. Could their captive truly be trusted? Or was this delightful, newfound obedience just a front?]
[What a shame. It seems Whumpee was not as house-trained as Whumper had hoped.]
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"This was a test, my dear”, Whumper drawled, regarding Whumpee cooly, "and you failed."
Whumpee fell to their knees, clutching their head as a horrible sob racked their throat. They looked up at Whumper with wide, panicked eyes. “I'm—I’m sorry! I’m sorry.”
Clicking their tongue, Whumper shook their head pityingly. “No. No, you're not. You're sorry you got caught."
Whumpee turned away. Their breath was ragged and uneven. Hair fell over their face in a messy cascade.
Whumper knelt down and gently pulled Whumpee’s head to their chest, cradling their captive’s trembling form; shushing them, stroking their back, whispering sweetly.
“It hurts me to see you like this, sweetheart. It hurts me even more to have to punish you. Everything would be so much easier if you'd just give in.”
"Please, please, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry. Please.”
Whumper sighed, and ran a hand through Whumpee’s hair, "I'm not mad, you know. Just disappointed. I thought we were making progress. But I blame myself, really. Silly pets don’t know any better.”
Whumper cupped Whumpee’s face and dragged their captive’s gaze up to meet their own. The contact burned like fire on Whumpee’s skin, but they didn’t dare pull away.
“It’s a good thing you have me,” Whumper cooed. Their grip on Whumpee’s face tightened. Whumpee whimpered miserably, flinching, squeezing their eyes shut, as if that would protect them from the inevitable.
Whumper’s thumb brushed against Whumpee’s quivering lip.
