the moment of whumper forcing whumpee’s legs open is such a particularly scary, threatening moment. it’s got the overpowering and loss of control of manhandling, the terror and intimate implication of nonconsensual touching and rape threats. it sends such a clear message of i will do whatever i want with your body and you can’t stop me. you’re mine to play with, use, abuse. and it’s a promise of what’s about to happen. even if no further assault follows, that moment of certainty that violation is imminent is all-consuming.
whumper groping whumpee at the table at some sort of public event or dinner being attended by others. if they react, they draw attention to it. they make a scene. they get more eyes on them, eyes that will judge and stare and worse. so they just keep quiet. keep still. and the touch gets worse and worse, more and more invasive. they keep hoping it'll stop. it doesn't stop.
Summary: Viggo broadcasts the Dragon Riders’ execution.
Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon
Pairing: None
Word Count: 1269
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Major Character Death, References to Factory Farms, Nonconsensual touching
Disclaimer: I don’t own the source material in this fanfic. That’s to whatever company or person owns it. I would never claim to own it.
Notes: There are probable influences from fandom and whatnot in this story. Written for Bad Things Happen Bingo @badthingshappenbingo for the space “Public Execution/Torture”. Modern AU.
Warnings: lady whump, intimate whumper, nonconsensual touching
Word Count: 536
Summary: Hakur takes advantage of Anaria being touch starved.
Anaria found herself - for some insane reason - leaning into Hakur’s fleeting caress of her cheek. He noticed, dropped his hand, smiling. His fingers were wet with her tears.
Anaria just stared at him wide-eyed, utterly shocked at what she’d done. She hurriedly wiped her tears away. She could have stopped him from touching her face, right? She could have pulled away, could have bitten him. It wasn’t like she was bound or chained in a cell.
Then again, refusing his touch would only result in that.
“Do you miss the caress of your lover?” Hakur asked, still smiling, seeming terribly amused by this. He’d just been telling Anaria that no one would find her, that no one would come for her even if they did, that she wasn’t loved or cared for.
And so she’d cried. She hadn’t meant to, hadn’t meant to show weakness, but she had.
“That’s none of your business,” Anaria mumbled. She had never used to mumble. She’d been taught not to as a child. Hakur was bringing it back. She feared speaking with him.
She spun on her heel and tried to walk away. Hakur didn’t like that, wasn’t going to allow that, apparently, because there was a hand in her hair, tugging hard.
She yelped as she was dragged back against his chest. He kept his hold on her hair, laughing.
“Oh, Anaria, you amuse me so.”
She wanted to tell him to let go, but couldn’t find the strength in her to do so. The scars on her back twitched, and the still-healing brand burned. Hakur had placed himself firmly between her wings, so she couldn’t use those to get away either.
Anaria gasped as Hakur stroked her cheek with his knuckles. It was a terribly light touch, almost a tickle. That hand brushed over her face, moving down, stroking her under the chin, then her neck above the collar. Her mouth gaped. She wanted to scream, struggle, but instead she just stood there.
This reminded her all too much of Girad’s touch, and she couldn’t stand that.
“D-don’t,” she got out, voice choked.
“Oh, I’m not going to,” Hakur said, knowing what Anaria was speaking of. He put his hand on her shoulder, stroking her hair now. Anaria’s tears renewed. “But it is so fun to frighten you.”
He let go of her, and Anaria stumbled away from him. She fell on her hands and knees on the cold tile, breathing hard, unable to see through her tears.
“If you are so starved of touch, then I will not give it,” Hakur told her. “Not for now, at least.” He giggled. It wasn’t a chuckle or a full-out laugh. It was a giggle. The sound was gleeful. “What fun! I never considered lack of touch to be a torture, myself, but apparently, for you it is.”
Anaria clambered back to her feet, using her wings to quickly right herself.
“You don’t deserve anyone’s touch,” she sneered over her shoulder at him.
Before he could punish her for that, she was striding away down the hall, trying to keep herself from running. She’d thought Hakur had done all he could within his limits to disgust her.
(so sorry if this is a bad time but I got the idea and NEEDED to scream about it with someone) So this is kind of a sequel to my Buffalord Soldier au, but IMAGINE:
A Midnight Scrum au where, Hiccup never learns that Viggo was the one to administer the Scourge's cure to him. The Riders are too ashamed maybe, or they're just so relieved and want to put it all behind them—point is, they unanimously agree NOT to tell Hiccup that Viggo saved him for some reason. It slips out, however, when Viggo puts out that bounty (which we KNOW doesn't actually mean he wants Hiccup dead, wdym lmao), and Snotlout or Tuffnut bursts out, "ugh, can this guy make up his mind already? First he wants to save Hiccup and now he wants him dead? I mean, seriously!"
And everyone freezes.
"WHAT did you just say?"
The secret is out, and so Astrid tentatively explains things to Hiccup, and he's... Hurt. Confused. So beyond stressed.
The events of the episode follow as normal, with the added angst of Hiccup not understanding Viggo's motives, only this time, Hiccup actually reaches Viggo.
In a moment of panic, Hiccup asks Viggo why he saved him when he wanted to put out a bounty on his head anyway, and Viggo says, "I'm afraid my brother might've misinterpreted my motives. I don't want you DEAD, my dear. I told you, some things money simply cannot buy me."
"Am I supposed to understand what that means? Because I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't exactly speak PSYCHO."
Viggo proceeds to kiss him, and maybe his hands wander too far or something more happens, but the motive is this: to leave another "mark" on Hiccup's psyche. Something for Hiccup to DEFINITELY remember this time.
(and THEN the Riders save him. Maybe. :P)
Omg, I didn't realize that was you that wrote the Buffalord Soldier AU. (I didn't piece the usernames together. Oops.) Anyway, loved that story to pieces. I'm going to go bookmark it after I answer this ask, actually.
And holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, the ANGST. The BETRAYAL. The HURT. Ohhhhh, this is a great idea and I'm so glad you sent it to me! It's absolutely wonderful and so in character for Viggo. I love that line as well, about things money simply can't buy him. Because, technically in this case, money can almost buy him Hiccup, but it won't win him his true affection. Oh, this is so angsty. I love it!!!
“Do you recognize him, Buck?” Bobby asked. “Or any of these guys?”
Buck shook his head lightly, mindful of agitating his injury. “None of them. I—I have no idea what’s going on, you gotta believe me—”
“I do, Buck, I do. Calm down, it’s alright.”
“I don’t know why he wants me,” Buck whispered, begging, pleading for Bobby to believe him. Fuck, being the cause of a firehouse siege had to be grounds for firing, he’d finally reached his last strike just weeks before his probie year ended.
