A Drawing By @elgrajaz Of My Oc Trouble And His Oc T-shirt Guy. Two Weirdos Together In A Basement, And
A drawing by @elgrajaz of my oc Trouble and his oc t-shirt guy. Two weirdos together in a basement, and one of them is already chained up and wearing a blindfold. What could possibly go wrong?
Ch 2 of Overcome excerpt:
Trouble wanted to squirm. Usually he only felt this eager for a chase. Was that how this would end? The back of his head tingled where fingers grazed over the blindfold knot.
“Gah!” It pressed painfully tight over Trouble’s eyes as his captor gripped and twisted. Then came a steady pressure that forced his head down and down, almost bringing nose to sternum. The pain that shot through his shoulders and neck smelled like ozone.
“Promise to be good.”
“You’re hurting me,” Trouble whined, taking shallow pants of air. The wrenching in his gut made him squirm against the wrist cuffs. “You don’t want to hurt me.”
“I don’t, so promise to do what I tell you.”
“I promise!” Tears built in Trouble’s eyes as his captor drew out the moment, trapping him in the crippling posture with an inhuman strength. Panic began to pool in the back of his mind, lapping at his pride, eroding it. “Please stop?”
The suffocating press eased and Trouble gasped in relief, hurt and fear receding as quickly as they’d risen. His nose scrunched as the blindfold was tugged down to settle around his neck. He blinked to clear his vision, then gasped again; his captor was crouched so close they were almost nose-to-nose.
“If you do what I want, you’ll have nothin’ to fear.”
“Don’t treat me like I’m one of them.” Trouble bared his teeth and held his captor’s gaze. His eyes looked black, but the room was dim enough that Trouble couldn’t be sure. How his pupils were pinpricks without more light made Trouble’s breath catch for a moment. “I’m not. Okay?”
“You seem human enough. You bleed.” The touch on Trouble’s cheek was gentle. A fingertip caressed along the wet lashes under one eye. “You feel breakable.”
“Of course I do.” Trouble brushed his cheek against his captor’s palm, a corner of his mouth turning up. “They wouldn’t follow me home if they knew what I really was.”
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The Grand A-Z List of Whump
Back in 2017 I made an A-Z of injury and Illness ideas post when this blog hit 100 followers. Now we're up to 10,000 it only feels right to give it a bit of an update - this time including more tropes!
But of course, I'd love some input from the whump community. Below is a form that will be open until the 19th of November. There are two questions - one to fill in any tropes/injuries/illnesses, and the other to add your Tumblr username if you'd like to be tagged.
Also, in order to help keep everyone's online experience safe and enjoyable, I will create a separate NSFWhump list with appropriate tags for those who prefer the darker side of whump.
Feel free to reblog - it would be great to fill in as many letters as possible!
describing commission ideas is so embarrassing. yea this is my guy. and i want you to draw him. jesus just shoot me already
Last chapter of Revenge and Recompense is up!!!!! Huge shout out to @elgrajaz for letting me borrow Paris and Valentín for this mean story! You should check out all of his art, it's amazing, full of lovely boys in distress and bondage.
Chapter 21: Stay Excerpt:
“I thought you w-were dead.”
“I’m not.” Feeling Paris shake with a sob, Valentín hugged him even closer to his chest. “I’m here. He gave me the key to the handcuffs before he pushed me over.”
“I d-d-didn’t know,” Paris whimpered, turning his face into Valentín’s neck.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, wishing they were alone and back on the farm. “I would’ve given anything to tell you that I was okay.”
“I-I wanted to die, too.”
“Paris...” What terrible things had happened in the few hours he was away getting Becker? The way the other man trembled in his hold made Valentín want to empty the rest of the bullets into Trouble’s chest. “It’s okay. We’ll both be okay.”
“I w-want to g-go home.”
“I know.” Valentín glanced up, but they were only halfway between the ship and the shore. “We will soon, after the hospital.”
“Can you call my m-mom?”
“Yes.” In that moment, he was terrified of what else Paris would ask for; Valentín wasn’t sure he’d have the strength to deny him anything. “On the ride there, I’ll call her. You can talk to her.”
“‘M so tired.”
“I need you to stay awake, Paris.” Valentín tried to keep his voice steady, but there was no way to hide the urgency he felt. The last time he’d been left alone with him, Paris had been turning blue and coughing up foam.
“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you