#tw whipping
HC: Lan Wangji presented A Yuan into Lan clan as his own son. Heavily emphasising their identical noses.
HC: Lan Xichen took care of little A Yuan, as well as his younger brother’s wounds.
“Punishments”
Tw: Whipping, Manipulation, Stress Position, Duo Whumpee’s, Forced Look, Captivity Whump, Alcohol Mention, Bruising.
A/n: Hello!
So I noticed that there were some people wanting some more of This Drabble“Caught” I did sometime ago so … *softly drops a part two*✨
I did end up Naming Whumpee A (Avery)&Whumpee B (Bryn)I tried to keep them more Unisex names and still used (They/Them) but it got really confusing half way through. ☠️
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Whumper softly pressed their lips to their glass, taking a short drink of their preferred brand of whiskey.
The dark amber liquid left a rough warmth as it made its way into Whumper’s system, causing them to feel a bit calmer and more relaxed than their usual abrasive and cold self.
Though only a little,
“Ouch!”
Whumper gazed down at Avery, who was on all fours on the floor in front of them, acting as their foot rest.
It had been nearly several hours now that Avery had been forced to stay in such a position, the cold, hard flooring beneath them only adding to the burning, numbing sensation that had formed in their elbows and knees.
“Something the matter, Avery..” Whumper spoke softly, their words faintly slurred from their mildly intoxicated state.
“Oh no, not at all..” Avery replied with a faint sarcasm that Whumper almost immediately picked up on, as they felt their arms buckle briefly under their own weight.
Whumper narrowed their eyes slightly towards Avery while digging their heels into their lower back, lifting themselves in the chair a bit to readjust their position.
“Agh– Ow!”
“Fuck Off, Why do you have to be such a fucking asshole!?”
Avery spat angrily towards Whumper, narrowing their eyes into a deeper glare, feeling a sharp pain radiating from the area where Whumper had dug into them.
There was a pause. Avery suddenly went dead silent as they lowered their head to the floor.
“P-please I-i’m sorry–” They softly started to whimper.
“Shh–”
“You were warned, Avery..”
Whumper snapped their fingers sharply, signalling his henchmen.
“Don’t! P-please it was an accident, I-i didn’t mean to curse or insult you!”
“Tch, I feel it’s a little late for that. Besides, this little back and forth is starting to bore me, it’s always the same, ‘You’re sorry’, ‘You won’t do it again’ yet here we are. Again.”
Avery looked up again after a moment, hearing the door open, seeing Whumper’s Henchman holding a medium length chain and attached at the end, Bryn.
‘Damn it – Fuck, fuck, fuck! What do I do, I can’t let them hurt Bryn!’
Avery thought in a panic as their eyes locked with Bryn’s momentarily before they were roughly jerked forward, causing them to abruptly lose their footing and fall to their knees.
“Bryn!”
Avery cried out suddenly before feeling Whumper once again dig their heel deeply into their back, causing Avery to let out a painful gasp as they dug their fingernails deeply into their palms.
Bryn weakley gazed at Avery, shaking their heads subtly from side to side as if to try to tell them to stop.
“Well now.. I do believe the deal was that if you misbehaved, Bryn would take the punishment, was it not?” Whumper swirled the whiskey around in a circular motion in the cup, watching it idly.
It took Avery a moment before they quietly murmured their response.
“Yes.. But I–”
“Shut it!”
Whumper raised their voice sharply, slamming the glass on the table beside them, causing Avery and Bryn to both flinch from the loud thud.
“I made it very, very clear to the both of you the second you trespassed onto my property. That is what you became, My property.”
Whumper spoke aggressively with a deep voice while they got up from their seat.
“If at all the both of you owe it to me for not reporting the both of your pathetic asses to the police, do you think you’d still be together then? Not at all.You should be grateful to me!”
Their voice boomed like thunder throughout the room as Whumper walked past Avery towards Bryn, watching their eyes grow with an uneasy fear.
Bryn’s body trembled unconsciously as Whumper approached, their hearts racing in their chests as their breathing became faster, a tightness formed deeply in their throat as they looked up helplessly towards Whumper, who stood only feet away.
“Are you scared, Bryn?” Whumper asked calmly, though there was a light sinister tone behind it that made Bryn’s skin crawl.
“Y-yes, S-sir..”
They replied almost immediately in a lower, shaken tone, almost barely audible to anyone in the room.
Whumper stayed still with an unreadable expression as the tension in the room filled, the air almost too thick to breathe as they slowly kneeled down in front of Bryn.
“Good.”
Whumper smirked maliciously as they reached their hand up, tightly gripping Bryn’s cheeks between their fingers.
“You should be.”
Before Bryn or Avery could say a word, Whumper let go of Bryn’s face before swiftly punching them across the cheek, causing Bryn to nearly hit the floor, though they stayed suspended inches from the ground as Whumper’s henchman held tightly to the chain, choking Bryn.
The impact from Whumper’s fist was hard enough to cause the flesh on the inside of Bryn’s cheek to cut into their teeth, leaving a strong taste of blood in their mouth, filling their senses, while a hot, sharp stinging pain radiated from their cheek.
“Stop! Whumper please, please stop!!”
Avery begged as they watched from their spot.
Every inch of them wanted to run for Bryn and save them from Whumper, but they didn’t dare move from their spot, knowing that if they did, Whumper would only punish Bryn more severely.
Whumper ignored Avery’s pleas as they grabbed the chain roughly from their henchman, giving it some slack, causing Bryn to suddenly drop face first into the floor, hearing them gasp in pain.
“Maybe.. Just maybe you’ll actually learn something this time.”
Whumper didn’t hesitate as they pushed Bryn over onto their stomach, so their back was lying face up.
They raised the loose end of the chain in the air while twirling it a few times before swiftly whipping Bryn across the back, listening to them let out a blood curdling scream of pain as a hot wave of pain washed over them.
Bryn screamed continuously, their voice cracking and weakening over the next several whips.
Their back was burning with a searing white hot pain that numbed their other senses to everything except the throbbing emanating from their backs.
Bryn couldn’t tell if their spine had been broken or not by now with how deep the pain had sunk into them.
Whumper watched their body tremble and twitch under them as they stepped to the side, dropping the chain to the ground while turning his gaze to Avery.
They sat there still, on all fours, petrified with fear and a deep concern for Bryn.
Their eyes widened with fear and shock, watching Bryn’s body suddenly but slowly curl into the fetal position as they hugged their legs tightly to their chest, whimpering and crying out in pain.
“Take it away.”
The henchman, unphased by Whumper’s display, nodded as they walked towards Bryn, grabbing them tightly by the collar while pulling them up forcefully, hearing their cries grow louder as they dragged them out of the room.
It didn’t feel like long before the henchman returned, though this time for Avery.
They stepped closer, roughly grabbing Avery by the hair, causing them to yelp and whimper in sudden discomfort as the henchman started to forcefully pull Avery away from them, leaving Whumper alone in their study.
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The henchman opened a door after a few minutes of walking down the hall leading to the stairs into the basement, tossing Avery into the room while slamming the door shut before they even made contact with the rough carpeting beneath them.
Avery gasped and grunted as they hit the ground, taking a moment to try to process what they had just witnessed before hearing a soft whimper break the tense silence.
“Bryn!?” Avery suddenly looked up from the ground, seeing Bryn curled up in a tight ball in the corner of the room, slowly rocking themselves for comfort.
“Bryn.. I-i’m.. I’m so–”
“S-stop.. A-avery.. stop..”
They paused, hearing the broken, pleading tone in Bryn’s voice.
“Stop.. what Bryn?”
“T-this!“ Bryn snapped. “A-all this.. I-i can’t.. k-keep c-covering for you.. t-talking your p-punishments.. I-i can’t Avery..”
Avery stared at Bryn with wide eyes.
A deep sting of guilt and pain slowly hit them, causing their chest to tighten as their eyes started burning with tears.
“I’m.. s-sorry..”
“No.. y-you’re not.. o-or you’d just fucking listen.. I-it’s like y-you don’t c-care.. so P-please.. if y-you do.. Stop..”
Avery was speechless as they slowly moved back from moving towards Bryn.
A deep hurt sunk in, causing their heart to slowly break as they backed off more until their back was pressed tightly against the wall behind them.
All they could hear through the bitter silence was Bryn’s soft cries and faint wails of pain, making them feel even more guilty than before..
{End}
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The Weapon
Part 1/?
CW: Abuse of Power, magical exhaustion, dehumanization, dehumanizing language
Verse: Kethrys
Only briefly mentioned, but Ariadne belongs to @just-horrible-things and is a crucial member of the Kethrys verse. She will be mentioned multiple times in this arc, and some of this will be co-written with JC as well.
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Her eyes blink open slowly, wincing at the bright light shining through from the sun high overhead. Her first realization is that her body is drained, still shaking from the blatant overuse of magic. There’s red in the rock-studded dirt from her nose bleeding when she tried to continue past her limits.
Too much. Again. She passed out, nearly draining the life out of her. It’s her job in the king’s army to be some throwaway weapon with no value. Use her powers until she can’t physically continue.
The normal day. Jo is clever enough to use her magic in a way that won’t actually impact her side of the war, but it’s flashy enough for her cruel commander to think she’s actually doing her job.There’s a sharp kick from a steel-toed boot, colliding with her ribs, and jerking her back to awareness with a sound between a gasp and a yelp. “Get up, weapon.” The commander sneers, second word hissed in disgust.
“Make me.” Jo doesn’t bother to hide her snarking response. She doesn’t need to be that creative with Bolshain… she honestly doesn’t have to say anything to provoke him.
As predicted, there’s another kick, straight to her chest, driving into already bruised ribs. It leaves her gasping for air, wheezy and sharp, her chest feeling as if it’s crushing her lungs.
“Get up, Amir.”
“Punishments”
Tw: Whipping, Manipulation, Stress Position, Duo Whumpee’s, Forced Look, Captivity Whump, Alcohol Mention, Bruising.
A/n: Hello!
So I noticed that there were some people wanting some more of This Drabble“Caught” I did sometime ago so … *softly drops a part two*✨
I did end up Naming Whumpee A (Avery)&Whumpee B (Bryn)I tried to keep them more Unisex names and still used (They/Them) but it got really confusing half way through. ☠️
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June 10th- Rules
Shhhh pretend I posted this yesterday
Cw: whipping, broken glass, bleeding, restraints, rules, creepy whumper, blood, screaming, uhhhh captivity
Whumpee flinched, a small whimper slipping from their lips as the long braided tail of the whip cracked against the basement floor, the sharp sound echoing through the cold, dark room.
They squirmed, tears pricking their eyes as they tried to shift the weight off their knees.
Whumper had really planned ahead with all this, they realized with a terrible shudder.
The ropes around their wrists had been pre-tied, fastened around a rafter that crossed the ceiling. Below them, sharp bits of broken glass cut into their shins and knees, droplets of fresh and dried blood alike staining the ground.
“Pl-please,” They whimpered, squeezing their eyes shut as they braced themself.
Behind their back, Whumper let out a low growl, their fingers tightening around the whip’s handle.
“It seems we need to revisit your rules,” They seethed, anger burning behind their eyes as Whumpee trembled in anticipation.
“Ple- pl’se I- I’m sorry I- I didn’t mm-”
Their words broke into a scream as the whip cracked hard across their back, drawing a line of fire across their exposed skin. They crumpled forwards, a sob tearing from their throat as their wrists were pulled back, shoulders straining at the pressure.
“Rule number one, you speak only when spoken to.” Whumper hissed, drawing their arm back in preparation for another strike.
