#alec oc

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"Get your fucking hands off me -!"

Whumper grabbed Whumpee by the roots of the hair and wrenched their head back so they could speak in their ear, while their other hand ran down Whumpee's torso.

“You have no idea what it means for me to have my hands on you. Not really. Would you like to find out?”

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Joshy playing Mario kart with his boyfriend and him always choosing yoshi because it sounds like his name

Anon. ANON! I love you SO MUCH for this!!! This is such a cute prompt, giggling and kicking my feeties!

This is post-captivity Josh and his boyfriend, Alec! <3

- “UNSELECT YOSHI RIGHT NOW!” Alec’s voice booms loud enough to trigger a magnitude seven earthquake. With lightning speed, Alec's red controller flies across the room, landing with a clatter as he lunges for Josh's blue one. He pounces on Josh’s lap, straddling him, their bodies intertwining in a tangle of wriggling limbs. 

“Nuh-uh!” Josh giggles infectiously until he’s red in the face. He holds his switch controller high in the air, out of reach, and wrestles Alec with his free hand. “Snooze you lose! I got to him first!”

“But I’m Yoshi!” Alec exclaims, his arms shooting up and swatting at the controller like a playful cat.

“Since when were you Yoshi?” Josh challenges.

“Uhm, I don’t know… since like - FOREVER-” 

Josh's laughter explodes into a full-blown cackle as Alec's attempts to steal the controller grow increasingly desperate. His legs kick wildly, trying to gain leverage, while his hands flail like a windmill.  

“Can’t you just be dry bones or something?!” Josh huffs, with a cheeky roll of his eyes. 

Alec freezes, his eyes widening in mock horror. He holds his palm flat against his chest, like an old lady clutching her pearls. “...You did not just suggest dry bones to me, Joshua!” he gasps, “Never have I ever been so offended in my life!”

“Why the hell do you want to be Yoshi so bad?!”

"He's my good luck charm, I always win when I play as him," Alec boasts, a smug grin spreading across his face. His eyes narrow. "Why do YOU want to be Yoshi so bad?" he demands, crossing his arms.

Josh’s face flushes a deep red as he ducks his head, trying to hide his embarrassment. “He…His name sounds like my name… Yoshi… Joshy -”

Alec's stern expression melts into a tender smile. His heart skips a beat. A small, involuntary and smitten smile creeps in. “...Aww -  dammit … that’s… kind of adorable,” he murmurs, “Okay, okay! I’ll guess I’ll let you have your way, my love. Just this once!”

“You say that,” Josh teases, his arms wrapping around Alec’s waist, “but you know I always get my way.”

Alec's lips curve into a knowing smile. Leaning in, he captures Josh's gaze but nearly gets lost in those eyes. He shakes free of Josh’s alluring spell. "Oh, do you?" His voice a low, husky promise. Before Josh could respond, Alec gently closes the distance between them, their lips meeting in a soft, sweet kiss. 

Josh's breath caught in his throat as Alec's lips touches his. His eyelashes flutter closed as he surrenders to the moment. It’s a sensation Josh fears may always feel foreign to him. The freedom of choice, the safety of another’s embrace, the tenderness. For so long, touch had been a weapon, a tool of coercion. The idea of touch would make Josh break out in hives. Now, it was his language of love - a silent declaration of trust and affection. 

With Alec, there’s never fear, or dread. Only peace. 

When they finally pull apart, eternities later, his heart was racing and Alec’s eyes were sparkling. 

"Didn't say I'd let you win though, did I?" Alec purrs.

Josh chuckles softly. "You're so mean to me," he replies, feigning hurt, before pulling Alec back in for another kiss.

[finch-beeps]

Oc content yippee!!

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Amidst the screams and terror, there is a pause. Whumper looks down at their bloodied, breathless Whumpee with an unreadable expression.

“That was a lot to handle, wasn’t it?”

Whumpee is panting, entire body trembling, and doesn’t answer.

“Would you like me to stop now?”

“Y-yes,” Whumpee says through gritted teeth. “I - I can’t - please just stop.”

“Mmm.” Whumper gazes down at Whumpee almost fondly and brushes sweat-drenched hair off their victim’s forehead before returning to their tools. “Not a chance.”

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A Whumpee trapped with a sadistic Whumper who gets off on their fear responses. Every flinch, struggle, and scream becomes fuel for Whumper, and eventually Whumpee begans to loathe themselves for their body's natural, instinctive responses.

Why am I like this? Why can’t I stop reacting? I’m the one making it fun for them… it’s my fault.

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the bone-chilling moment when Whumpee realizes that their begging, screaming, crying, pleading - not only will it not make the Whumper stop, it excites them, amuses them. Every plea or sound of pain only seems to spur Whumper further, like Whumpee's pain is oxygen feeding the fire.

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nsfwhump prompts under the cut - part 3

The cruel contrast in the immediate aftermath of an assault - Whumpee trembling, crying, curling away, while Whumper stretches out next to them with a satisfied sigh, completely at ease and almost serene.

Alternatively - both Whumpee and Whumper collapsing after the assault, sweating and panting. Their ragged breath is nearly in sync, and Whumpee feels a sick twist in their stomach that the intense physicality makes it feel almost shared, almost mutual.

Whumper refusing to let Whumpee dissociate. Pinching, slapping, biting down just enough to sting. Making Whumpee narrate what’s happening. With the express purpose of making them suffer through every moment.

Whumper falling asleep in bed next to Whumpee after an assault. Whumpee thinking they’ll have a moment of peace - until Whumper blearily swings an arm over their waist, pulling them close like a pillow. Like a possession.

Losing all sense of time - after an assault that seemed to have lasted hours, Whumpee looks at the clock and realizes it was barely 30 minutes. Or, time stretches surreally and Whumpee is in and out of consciousness and at one point realizes hours have passed without their comprehension.

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whumper dialogue: forced to watch trope

To a character whose loved one has been missing: "What is it you said - the worst part has been the not knowing? Not knowing what's happening to them? That must have been so hard. Well, now that you're here, I'd be happy to show you."

"Can you guess what's about to happen? Hm?"

"Come on, Whumpee - let's give them a show."

To a character begging to be hurt instead - “Don’t worry, you’re still gonna get what’s coming to you. But you’re gonna watch this first.”

“I’m choking them. And I’m not gonna stop until you look.”

to a character who physically cannot reach their loved one and whumper knows this - “You hear that? You hear how scared they are? I bet they want you to come save them. Why don't you come help them, huh? That’s what you wanted to do, isn’t it?"

Also - "Look at you, so useless. They need your help, Caretaker, and what are you doing?"

“Huh….I guess you can’t stop me.”

“Didn’t I tell you, no one can save you? I was right, huh? They're right there, and they still can’t stop me.”

When Caretaker tries to tell Whumpee everything will be okay - “Now, don’t lie to them. What about this is okay? Hm?"

“What a nice little reunion this is.”

“Not feeling so tough anymore, huh? Well, maybe if you ask me nicely enough, I’ll stop.”

"Now, Caretaker, calm down. Whumpee and I are just trying to bond."