honestly one of the hottest things you can say is "do you want me to stop?"
bc if its embarrassing or weird or perverted, i have to confirm it. i like it. i wanna you to keep humiliating me because im a slut. i want you to keep touching me like that because im a no good pervert.
Is anyone else a little troubled by how the Epic fandom is dealing with issues surrounding consent?
Like I’ve seen some weird takes regarding Antinous and even Calypso and Circe. And then there was this whole controversy on TikTok about shipping Antinous x Telemachus in an AU…
Idk, maybe this is just an impression bc quite familiar with the source material.
Blaming a victims friendgroup instead of taking accountability for your actions, not asking for consent or age but assuming it's all okay because they didn't seem uncomfortable..
Hey guys!! I’ve noticed something that is of slight concern to me amongst the smut community here; this post is by no means targeted at any specific person and is more so for general awareness and education. (Tw for discussion of consent).
In sexual contexts voyeurism and being a voyeur have two very different possible implications: implied consent and implied non-consent. Voyeurism is a crime. By its legal definition it is defined as the act of watching/videoing/photographing people or persons engaging in sexual activity without their consent or knowledge. However, within the world of kink, voyeurism can also be consensual — being described as the act of consensually watching someone or others engage in sexual activity without participating.
Now, why is this something of concern within the adult fic writing communities? Simply put, it’s because of trigger tagging. In my experience, coming across a fic trigger tagged with voyeurism there is seldom an indication of if the act itself is consensual or not — with very few exceptions. One person may define voyeurism by its legal definition and another may understand it by its contextual definition under kink. This discrepancy can cause someone thinking they are going to be consuming media of consensual voyeurism to end up consuming non-consensual voyeurism. So to be mindful of others, please remember to indicate if your writing of voyeurism is consensual or not within your trigger tags/content warnings. Let’s all do our due diligence to respect the comfort and triggers of others!
TLDR: ‘Voyeurism’ has multiple definitions: one implying consent and one implying non-consent. If you are writing it, please make sure to indicate in your content warnings/trigger tags if it is consensual or not.
so i love your blog but ive been too scared to say anything but would you be open to maybe writing a scene about a drugged whumpe and caretaker saving them. it can be nsft if you want or what ever you think of
Don't be shy, butterfly! I promise I'm friendly. <3 Thank you for your request and allow me to craft you a little tale by the fire. If this doesn't hit the spot, feel free to request more and if it does, still feel free to do so!
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Never forget why the city stands: because of the residents.
(Tags/TW: implied nsfw, drugging/date r*pe, explicit elements, intoxicated whumpee, mentions of dub-con, consensual talk of intimacy, just in time trope, implied/future intimate caretaker, caretaker x whumpee)
It was all Whumpee could do, to make it to the doorway of the house they were visiting. Their legs felt like they would buckle, knees were weak and feet couldn't lift high off the ground for full steps. They had to drag them.
They heard pounding music, saw lights until the door opened. There was ambient chatter, laughter, so loud it sounded like it might deafen them.
They still felt the gaze of Whumper and their lurking friends. The only reason they were intoxicated in the first place.
Whumpee trusted them, to take a harmless beverage in hopes they were safe. They never would have accepted it from Whumper and by the looks; they must have had it prepared in the plastic cup; the soda they opened had snapped with freshness.
They never saw a difference in the bubbles reaching the top from the drug and the bubbles spilling over the rim from the soda. No one could have known until they were long finished and had gone to the bathroom after. When they looked in the mirror, it was like it had all hit at once.
They knew it was a race if they didn't want to pass out in front of Whumper, in front of the people that helped Whumper drug them. They wanted a piece too, there was no doubt of reward for the assistance.
Now.. they just had to hope they could dial the right number on their blurry phone as they stumbled out onto the front lawn.
"Hello?"
No sooner had they opened their mouth to speak, they turned their head to retch and vomit on the sidewalk. A gag or two followed and they were left gasping for breath as they tried to raise the phone to their ear.
"Whumpee, are you okay?! What's wrong? Where are you?" Caretaker's voice was comforting, at least, as they echoed their concern at hearing them sickly.
"P-Puhlease... I don't.. wanna be here anymore..." They sniffed, sight swirling as they collapsed onto the grass in a final spin. "I-I'm a-at Whumpers-"
"Stay there Whumpee, I'm on my way, I'll be five minutes you hear me?"
Whumpee all but heard them; distantly, as their brain was claimed in the fullest of the looming fog. They laid on their side, the phone still close to their ear but the call ended. All they managed to focus on was the stars that hung over them, even as their eyes threatened to roll in the rebellion of focus.
It might have been too late, they thought as they heard footsteps from behind them, instead of the gate they faced. There were a couple sets of them, it left vibrations through them or so the sounds made them feel that way. Each clap of a shoe to grass or pavement bouncing off the inside of their brain.
"Looks like you're outta luck, Whumpee," Whumper chuckled in a sloppy, drunken voice.
"You shouldn't'ave come if you didn't want to be the center of attention." Whumper made their way closer, crouching to pick up Whumpee's hand and letting it fall with a limp recoil. "Hah.. Looks like that drug'was pretty strong too."
Another set of voices laughed behind them and they still couldn't manage to make any kind of eye contact. It was as though they weren't in control or even seeing anymore for that matter, all they felt was a heat start to claim them. From their toes up.
"C'mon, grab'em up and let's take'em up stairs... This night isn't over yet." Whumper instructed and right as they poised to pick Whumpee up; headlights came tearing up the driveway and past the unlocked gate.
The truck drove up to them, over the sidewalk and decorations that made no match to the tires that spun. The group around Whumpee fled and before Caretaker could jump out of the vehicle, they were slamming the front door behind them. More than likely to call the police, if they were scared enough.
Caretaker was at Whumpee's side in a moment, pocketing their phone and picking them up in a cradle. They were heavier than expected, now that they were dead weight in their arms.
"I've got you, let's get you home, away from this psycho's party.." Caretaker soothed, opening the door to their truck and depositing Whumpee on the soft cushion. They belted in their limp form, tilted them back in the seats recline. "Just a minute and we'll be back, okay?"
Caretaker rounded the vehicle and left how they came, barely turning the corner before Whumpee's head turned and foamy vomit met the carpeting with an unpredictable heave. They winced, glancing over to see them coughing on whatever they'd been given. Another heave though and cleansing bile hit the rug; telling them whatever was inside them, was almost out.
By the time they pulled in the driveway of their home, Whumpee was flushed and fevered, no mind the mess they laid in. They looked pitiful and by the sight of what they'd rolled up on, Whumper and their friends had planned to do far, far worse to them.
"...It's hot..." Whumpee whispered, earning another cough from their lungs.
"Come on, we need to get you cooled down," Caretaker insisted, reaching out for a fevered, sweaty forehead.
Caretaker carried them differently this time, chest to chest and legs on their hips to manage their weight. Through the front door and straight up the stairs, where they could lay them in a white porcelain tub.
Whumpee flinched and gave a hiss when the cold met their skin and they couldn't get away from it, meeting every edge when they turned.
"I know I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Caretaker soothed, turning the water on and waiting for it to reach a lukewarm temp. Anything would feel cold to them right now so they did their best to stay in an acceptable range.
"Come on, let's clean you up okay? Do you feel like you'll get sick again?" Caretaker asked and watched Whumpee shake their head in a daze. "If you do, just let me know, I'll give you the trash can."
Whumpee lay in surrender when Caretaker started to run the water over them, clothing and all. It made them shiver but as they cooled down, it was easier to focus on the person above them; gazing down with all the concern in the world.
"There, you already look a little better.." Caretaker soothed, pushing their bangs back before gently running water over the sides of their neck. "Though.. whatever they gave you was strong."
Whumpee started to speak but instead, a squeaky moan passed their lips when Caretakers fingers tangled in their hair and gave an accidental tug. They looked startled about potentially hurting them but paused when they heard a far more pleasant noise.
Caretaker finally saw it, past their worry, how Whumpee was left by the effects of the drug, running its course through their body.
Whumpee's chest bowed with breath, back arched away from the tub, eyes stared at them with a glassy, lidded haze. Their cheeks and nose were flushed, all the way to the peaks of their ears and spread down their neck. They were panting, even with the cooled water pooling in the bottom of the tub to soak them.
"Do you still feel bad?" They asked aloud, coming to cup the side of their moist cheek. "Does it hurt?"
Whumpee shook their head, pressing deeper into the hand that held their face. They gave a small keen, lifting a slow, trembling hand to their wrist to pull them closer.
"F-Feels hot.. a-and good... when Caretaker t-touches me.." Whumpee couldn't possibly know what they were saying, with the delirious look on their features. They pulled Caretaker's touch off of their face and instead, pulled the hand down their body until it rested on their chest. "I-I need it- o-or I'm gonna die-"
Caretaker's face furrowed in a frown, at how fatigued and fevered they looked. They bit their lip when they stopped talking, they looked like they would cry any minute. When they swept their thumb over their skin while Whumpee held it to their chest, they shivered and purred in delight.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, it should wear off soon, you just have to make it through it." Caretaker encouraged, watching Whumpee start to undress in the water with uncoordinated movements. Even once they were bare, Caretaker merely reached to pet their head in trade.
"Please.." Whumpee begged and Caretaker felt awful for denying them something they needed; if they really thought it would help.
"You need to sleep, so it wears off faster," They tried again, feeling the desperate grip on their hand pull at them. "Really, I don't think it's a good idea to indulge it to burn it out."
"Caretaker, please.. Please it hurts.." They whimpered arching into every touch.
"I'll keep touching you, but just so I can get you clean, okay? Please understand I'm not being cruel, I know how these things work and it's better if you don't give in to what it tells you."
Whumpee whimpered in frustration as Caretaker grabbed a fresh cloth from the cabinet, lathered it up with rich soaps to return to them. At the first touch, Whumpee thought they'd pass on the spot.
Their heart skipped, raced against their ribs, thumped in their ears and vision got blurry. It made them pant, skin flush despite the cooling water they laid in. The fever was back within minutes and all the while, they gazed up at a face that grew more defined with concern.
The touches were briefer, the more small noises escaped them and they spasmed under Caretakers hand. They were picking up the showerhead again and adjusting the temperature to rinse them off.
Caretaker adjusted sopping clothes to one side, let the tub drain and when they glanced back over, they had to hold their breath. Their own pulse spiked, felt a small rush of heat to Whumpee laid out so desperate and wantonly.
Those thoughts were no better than Whumper.
They scolded themselves mentally, drew sight away, and only returned to their side to hold open a towel.
"Can you stand?" They asked, watching Whumpee strain to sit up properly. "Come on, I've got you. Let's get you dried off and in bed."
Whumpee didn't fight them, allowing Caretaker to wrap the large towel around them and pick them up out of the shower bridal-style. Their immediate destination was the bathroom counter, resting them there to grab their robe from a wall-peg and wrap it around them for more warmth.
"I know it's hot but you need to sweat it out, that's why it's making you feel so warm." They encouraged, "As soon as we're in bed, I'll get you some water and I need you to drink all of it, deal?"
"Nnhm.." A dazed mutter and Caretaker reached to hold their shoulders, a hand shifting to hold their face instead when they swayed in place.
"I promise, I'll be here while it passes. You'll feel better soon," Caretaker picked them up again and carried them back through the floor-plan.
Upon reaching their bed, they laid Whumpee down in a careful decline and pulled the covers around their fevered form. They needed a thermometer, so they could make sure the levels didn't get dangerous.
"A-Am I u-ugly to Caretaker...?" A quiet, broken voice from Whumpee and Caretaker held back a gasp in surprise.
"No! Of course not, Whumpee, you're beautiful. That's not the reason, if you're trying to figure out why I won't touch you right now." Caretaker soothed.
"W-Why..?" They whimpered, "Whumpee will be good, make Caretaker feel good too.."
They said it with such innocence like there was nothing wrong with begging to have their body taken however someone pleased. They were disgustingly used to it, being ravaged at whim. Now, they thought there was something wrong with them because Caretaker wouldn't commit the same atrocities while they were under such heavy influence.
"It's not a punishment, Whumpee. It's because I care about you and- when we do things like that, I don't want it to be because of some dumb pill.. I want it to be because we love each other and trust each other." Caretaker explained, trying to soften the rejection by crawling into bed with them on top of the covers they'd been tucked under. They reached out to hold Whumpee, pulled them close in their multiple layers of warmth.
"..Y-You said when.." They chimed into, making Caretaker flush at the apples of their cheeks. "...Does Caretaker want to touch me when I'm not high..?"
"I'm not against being intimate with you, Whumpee, not at all," They fought through their embarrassment, pushing hair away from lidded eyes. Even just that small contact left Whumpee's lips parting and looking at them with a higher intensity.
"I just want it to be when Whumper hasn't interfered like this. When you're not desperate for release we can take our time, sharing each other." Caretaker reassured, giving a chaste kiss to their closest temple.
"I-I'd like that..." Whumpee muttered, already feeling the haze of fatigue despite the heat inside them. Just by assuming a position they did before sleep had them already threatening to doze off in Caretakers arms.
"Just sleep and let this wear off, we can talk more when you wake up."
In case anyone hasn't played it yet, please be advised that Lucifer's 2021 birthday event includes MC being drugged into unconsciousness without their consent, via a drink they are given without warning.
Six characters in total sign off on this being a good idea (Barbatos, Diavolo, Solomon, Satan, Beel, Belphegor (Beel is slightly mislead)).
Lucifer is also drugged, and both MC and Lucifer have their boundaries trampled on in other ways - from having people participate in the event who aren't wanted, to kisses that there is no option to consent/decline.
As an abuse survivor and with trauma that took a lot of therapy to work through, I got triggered really badly, and I know I'm not the only one.
There was no need for the plot points to be carried out in this way AT ALL. It was completely unnecessary.
If this didn't effect you, that's great. But please don't dismiss or erase the hurt to real people that has been caused by this writing.
we know jonathan taking a picture of nancy without her consent was bad, that’s undeniable. but can we recognize that he was like what 15? he was young and it was a mistake and he did it without thinking. again it was bad but i don’t think it justifies how much so many people villainize him.
he’s done so much to help out everyone beyond that. he looks out for will and nancy so fucking much. i just don’t feel like he deserves to be made out to be such a horrible character because of something he did that he has clearly grown from.
