Whump trope I can never get enough of is character who has been used/abused offering themselves up for the same kind of abuse to the people they love as a show of devotion.
Like, abused character telling their found family, "You can hit me if you want."
Living Weapon offering their services to new team, asking to be given orders.
Sexually abused character offering their body to their new partner or even people they aren't romantically involved with.
It's the "I love you, but the only way I know how to show love is to allow you to use me." It's "people used to hurt me without my permission, but I love you so much that you have permission." It’s "I trust you so much that I even trust you to hurt me."
And cue horrified Caretakers who have to rush to reassure them that they would never hurt them, that hurting people isn't love, that they want to protect them instead of use them.
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Whumpee begging “please don’t touch me” over and over, not because they thought it would make Whumper stop, but so they would know that they said it, that no one could argue that it was their idea, or that they wanted it.
Whumpees shock when Caretaker listens. Listens the first time, stops before they’d even finished their sentence.
Dean being able to clock the "wide eyed hitchhiker routine" because John used to make him do it to catch monsters, Dean knowing what roofies look like, Dean having resorted to finding alternate ways of getting food for Sam because money was tight, Dean's relationship with sex and sexuality and even porn being something he is obsessively performing for those around him, Dean doesn't like praying because it feels like begging.
"Please," Whumpee whispered, ignoring the shame boiling in their throat.
"What do you want?" Whumper looked down at them, amused.
"Make it all stop. Please." When Whumper's head cocked to the side, Whumpee looked away. "Kill me."
"Oh!" Whumper shook their head, mocking worry. "Now, you know I can't do that!" Their finger trailed up Whimpee's spine. "Where would I find such a pretty toy once again?"
Another rainy evening as they walked back home from their job, they always made sure to leave at the exact same time as to not keep their Darling waiting for too long, every second spent away from their Darling feels like torture after all.
Today they passed by a bakery near their job, picking up some pastries in hopes of making their Darling at the very least, look slightly less numb than usual.
"I'm home." They announced after opening the door to their apartment then gently closing the door behind them as they placed their keys away and took off their now wet coat.
As expected, the apartment was silent, this moment always filled the Yandere with an overwhelming sense of dread. As each day passes, their Darling eats less and takes care of themselves even less, every morning and evening as they go to check on them, they feel a growing pit in their stomach, an impeding sense of doom even, an overwhelming fear that one day they'll open the door to find their Darling's body more still than it should be.
Each step felt heavier than usual as they stepped closer and closer to their Darling's room, they used to lock it before, but ever since the last.. punishment they never attempted to escape again, and so they stopped locking the door. Sometimes they can't help but wonder if their Darling would even walk out if they left the front door wide open.
They knock softly. No response. After a second of hesitation they open the door slowly and peek inside, as usual their Darling's back was turned to them, but seeing as they looked back at them, they felt a wave of relief hit them.
"Hii there, sweetie, I'm back.." The Yandere slowly walked closer to the bed, as if they were approaching a frightened animal, the Darling sat up on the bed, their knees coming to their chest, they could see the exhaustion and wariness on their face and it pained them.
"..I passed by this really good bakery today, I really like their pastries so I bought some for you, they're so sweet, just like you." The Yandere smiles, seeing their Darling's rather uninterested look causes that smile to falter.
They sit on the edge of the bed, keeping a safe distance from them, they sat in silence thinking of something to say, just.. anything, they look around and see that the plate of food they left for their Darling before leaving for work, it seemed like their Darling ate more than usual today.
"Did you like the food I left you for today? You ate so much more than usual, that's so good, I'm so proud of you, you're just so strong, I can make more of it if you want, or we can have it for dinner today— or I mean, you should tell me what you feel like having today." They slightly stumbled over their words, nervous and excited, they even leaned forward slightly.
The Darling could see the look on their Yandere's face, that sparkle of hope that things were becoming fine.. sometimes all the Darling wanted was just for them to shut up, to leave them alone, but they rather not speak up, after all, it may just take one snarky remark for the Yandere to go back to their old selves, they moved to sit on the edge of the bed as well, keeping their distance from them.
The Darling shrugged in response, the Yandere's shoulders slumped ever so slightly and they leaned back, feeling frustrated, not at their Darling of course, never at them. Just at themselves.
"...Come on, talk to me." The Yandere whispered, their tone a little more gloomy as they looked down at their feet, their elbows coming to rest on their knees, their posture now slumped.
".. About what." The Darling asked, their tone was bored and showed the underlying exhaustion within them, the exhaustion that made everything feel so insignificant and hopeless in their eyes.
"Just.. anything, tell me about your day.. what did you do? What are you thinking? Is there something you want? Just.. just tell me." The Yandere encouraged, only to be met by another shrug, leaving the Yandere feeling more desperate and frustrated.
The Darling didn't expect anything for them, they don't know what caused this sudden change of heart, but what they did know was the downright cruel person they were beforehand, how could they ever like or trust this.. Monster who now insisted on acting like a worried partner.
The Yandere slowly came to sit on the floor, crawling towards their Darling as they now kneeled before them, with a rather pathetic and submissive look on their face, their hand coming to rest on the Darling's thigh.
"..Please let me help you, let me make it up to you.. just— I swear this will be different from all those other times, I'll be so gentle, I'll make you actually feel so good,I— I promise this won't hurt, just tell me what you want me to do, I—" The Yandere stopped their desperate rambling as they spotted their Darling's tears, their body begining to shiver ever so slightly.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck....
Why the hell would they ever want to do anything with them? How could they possibly think that would make them any happy?
The Yandere got up, holding their hands out as if to touch their Darling but stopping once they flinched.
"Please I'm so sorry, I didn't want to make you cry, I didn't want to bring those bad memories back, I'm so so sorry, I would never hurt you again, never, I just.. I just want you to be happy.." The Yandere desperately apologized some tears forming in their own eyes, but they quickly brushed them off.
They stood there as their Darling laid back down, holding themselves, as if trying to shield themselves from them.
Every single time, every day, it would come to this.. I guess they can only hope that their Darling would be feeling alive tomorrow and try once more.
(This is my first time writing a fic ever since that one 7th grade Yaoi fanfiction I wrote on my notes app, sorry if it's bad, I also tried to leave the characters vague so you could project yourself or some characters into the scenario.)
i NEED more of yan step bro peter parker x a reader who's as sick as him, please!!
imagine her noticing peter looking at her with desire so she starts not wearing a bra for a day, peter being a loser he can't stop staring at her nipples. reader think it's funny so the next days she starts leaving her room door unlocked, leaves her panties on her bed, enters on peter's room without knoking, etc
YESSS i love this <3 ur cooking, icon. i kinda made y/n a bitch becuz i started writing and then something took over teehee
cw // fauxcest, dubcon, peter didn't know you knew that he was doing all this shit so he was under the impression that its noncon but its not cuz ur into it?? idk there's dubious consent, implied somno, stalking, pervert peter parker teehee (my favorite peter parker), y/n is into all of it and is highkey a total insane bitch (shes just like me fr)
MINORS DNI!!!!!!!! 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yandere!stepbro!peter parker x f!reader
it’s been a couple days since you saw peter steal your underwear. you knew peter had been acting strange around you: taking pictures of you, watching you shower, lurking when you sleep. you hadn’t confronted him at the time, enjoying the attention wanting to see what exactly he planned to do.
you leave the door ajar after may and your dad left, hoping to finally catch your pervert step-brother. you slowly start to take off your shirt, biding your time for peter. you look over, as casually as you could, to see peter’s hazel eyes peeking through the gap. you look away before you could be noticed, pretending to struggle with the strap of your bra. your heart beats fast, but you don’t stop him, choosing to let him watch. adrenaline pumps through your veins and you feel butterflies in your stomach. unclasping your bra, you hold back a gleeful smile, imagining peter creeping into your room. you bite your lip, thinking of his calloused hands helping you undress. you hear a door slam open and you jump, hoping to see peter inside.
may’s voice calls out as you stare at your closed door, “guys! we’re home!”
your disappointment quickly disappeared, instead replaced with glee at the idea of tormenting your new step-brother. may and your dad haven't paid attention to your antics, but you've been quietly taunting peter since that day: wearing a see-through shirt without a bra, bending over in a skirt with nothing underneath, leaving your panties in the bathroom for him to find, promising him a kiss if he does you a favor. you knew peter wouldn't do anything to you; he was harmless, so you had no trouble teasing your virgin idiot.
you hold back a snort, watching peter's eyes alternate between staring at your boobs and his laptop. you lean against the doorway, "did may and my dad leave?" peter swallows, his adam's apple bobbing at the sight of you. you had stolen one of peter's shirts, knowing he would cream his pants with one look at you.
"are you not- is that my shirt?" peter quickly looks away, eyes burning a hole into the screen.
you step into his room, ignoring his question to lean on his desk. "you workin'?" peter's breath catches in his throat and you hold back a laugh.
"y-yeah, jameson needed a couple pictures, so i was-"
you sigh, interrupting him. you lean onto peter, his face smushes into the side of your boobs. "boorring. i'm going out later, so don't wait up for me." peter nods, frozen in place.
"cool." you move to press a kiss to his cheek and peter's eyes widen, eyes darting down to your cleavage, "see ya." you wink, leaving him blushing.
"ha yeah, that loser hangs on my every word." you snicker, taking a sip of your drink. your friends had gotten together at a new club in the city, hoping to get drunk off of free drinks from the clueless losers coming up to your group.
"you ever think about fucking him? he is kinda cute." one of your friends pipes up and a chorus of ewws echo.
you laugh, "please, like i'd ever let that loser put his dick in me."
"then you wouldn't mind if i get with him." your friend tilts her head at you, a smirk behind her glass. everyone pauses at the question and you stare at her, irritated.
"you wanna fuck a guy obsessed with his step-sister?" you raise your eyebrow, trying to hide your annoyance.
she laughs, "i don't know... i'm kinda into it. you think i can pass off as you?" she giggles. your friends look over at you, waiting for a response. you're not sure what expression you've made, but her face freezes, "it-it was just a joke, (y/n). i-it's not like you actually like- i didn't mean-" you pursed your lips, making a sound of disapproval.
"this is annoying." you put your glass down, not nearly drunk enough to leave, but suddenly too aggravated to be around her. "i'm leaving. you've ruined the mood." you stare at your friend, jaw clenched; she deflates, meekly whispering apologies.
you storm out of the club, waving off your worried friends, to hail a cab home. you stand in the street for 2 very long minutes before stomping your feet and texting peter. he doesn't say much, only responding with a quick 'sure. wait somewhere empty'.
he was surprisingly fast, getting to you as soon as you were in the clear. pete- spiderman was quiet as he swung down in front of you. you raised your arms, gesturing to him to pick you up. he steps closer, hesitating for a second, before wrapping his arms around you in a hug. you freeze, taken aback, but you don't complain. "i'm only letting you do this cause i need a lift." you grumble and he nods.
peter wraps an arm around your waist before swinging off. you bury your face into his neck, used to his method of travel. he sets you down on the roof of the apartment building and you pout, "are you seriously going to make me go down the fire escape?"
"i heard you arguing with your friends." his voice is light, almost playful, and he steps a little closer. you don't back up, refusing to let him get the upper hand.
"and?" you fold your arms, pushing up your breasts. a part of you hopes that would distract him enough to let you go, but he doesn't falter.
"and... i know we feel the same." he pulls off his mask and you see peter's face again.
you look away, "i don't know what you're talking about, pervert." peter steps closer; you don't move, letting him cup your face. his suit was rough on your face, but you found comfort in the feeling.
"i don't wanna force you, (y/n), but i will if i have to." peter's eyes darken and you swallow, hoping to hear more.
"what're you gonna do, peter? how exactly are you going to force me?" you smile, innocently.
peter's eyes widen before he looks away, "don't make me spell it out for you, idiot."
"no. spell it out for me, pete. i wanna hear you say it." you watch peter's eyebrows furrow.
"i-i like you." peter looks away, bashful, and you tilt your head.
"that's it? i thought you were more interesting than that, pete." you sigh, feigning boredom. "i'm going back-"
"wait-" peter grabs your arm, "what do you want to hear?" his eyes are wide in surprise.
"the truth, stupid," you flick his forehead, "i wanna hear what you think about me, what you want to do to me." peter stays silent, watching you. you sigh, "i should've known. you're too much of a loser to do anything."
peter's grip on your arm tightens, "i like you so much, i took pictures of you in lecture, at home, at parties, and made collages of you. i like you so much, i stole your underwear and jerked off with them." you turn to see peter's eyes focused on you as he continued.
you grin, listening to every perverted confession. "i like you so much, i would watch as you showered and changed. i would watch you go to parties and make sure that no one came up to you after you get drunk. i would take you home and feel your skin and make sure you didn't have sex with anyone else as i changed you. i dreamt about being with you, having you as my own. i want all of you, (y/n)... i don't care if you don't feel the same." peter continued to ramble out his devotion to you and you feel your heart soar.
"peter..." you couldn't hold back your smile, cutting him off. peter stops immediately, waiting for you to continue, "is may and dad home?" peter's expression darkens at the question.
he pulls you into a kiss, possessive and crushing as he tries to pour his soul into yours, "no, they're not." his breathing is heavy and you feel warmth pool in your lower stomach. peter's hand travels down to to your shorts.
"then take me to your room-" you lightly push his chest, stopping him for a moment, "and make me feel how much you love me, petey."
