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“Lay With Me”  

Tw: Forced Cuddling (Non-Sexual), Alcohol Mention, Forced Gaze, Minor Threats, Height Difference (Whumper 5'9/Whumpee 5'2), Anxiety.

A/n: Despite the petite size, Whumpee is an adult. I just very much enjoy a decent gap – I don’t write whump, including children, unless the child is a background character and is not involved in any Whump activities.

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Whump Drabble ❧ 46

Tw: Stalking.

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Caretaker is sitting at Whumpee’s side, who is having yet another breakdown, though it’s been months away from Whumper and they had even changed bits of their identity and name to help protect them.

A part of Whump still felt the unsettling watchful eyes of Whumper on them, watching their every move, judging them silently from the shadows.

But caretaker was sure and positive that Whumper would never be able to find them where they had relocated Whumpee too.

That’s what caretaker thought as they firmly held Whumpee’s trembling hand that was poking out from the blankets.

Unbeknownst to them, Whumper stood not far away, peering in from the small slit in the curtains, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to reclaim their prize back.

Ollie (Roleplay OC)

This is Ollie! (he/it)

Ollie is a feisty little thing. He will not hesitate to bite if someone he doesn’t know gets to close to it, and rarely shows any remorse after doing so. If you tell it to do something, you can almost guarantee he will fight it until he has no other choice but to do as he’s told.

Truthfully, he is about 4'10 in height, though I’m sure he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you something different if you asked.

He may find some questions you might ask uncomfortable, though under the right circumstances, whether that be through force or lots of kindness , you’ll eventually get the answers you want.

With that being said, if you feel patient enough to approach this little brat, whether it be with a knife and some rope or a soft blanket and cookies, I highly encourage you to do so.

With enough love and care, he may even choose to open up to you.

Though, how you choose to treat it is entirely up to you.

“Do It.”

Tw: Peer Pressure, Threatened, Manipulation, Sedation/Drugging, Anxiety.

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When Whumper arrived again, Whumpee was laying on the floor, drugged and severely beaten, with Caretaker reluctantly following behind Whumper, a look of fear seeded deeply in their eyes.

The room was carouseling for Whumpee, their thoughts sporadically spinning.

The only thing that was crystal clear to them in that moment was that caretaker was holding a gun in their sweaty, trembling hands.

Caretaker doesn’t want to shoot Whumpee.

Although with a weapon also at the ready pointed at the back of Caretakers head, they are forcefully pressured.

“Do it.”

In a dry yet sinister voice, Whumper whispers, urging a hesitant Caretaker to pull the trigger on the helpless Whumpee.

{End}

“Lay With Me”  

Tw: Forced Cuddling (Non-Sexual), Alcohol Mention, Forced Gaze, Minor Threats, Height Difference (Whumper 5'9/Whumpee 5'2), Anxiety.

A/n: Despite the petite size, Whumpee is an adult. I just very much enjoy a decent gap – I don’t write whump, including children, unless the child is a background character and is not involved in any Whump activities.

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Whumper lightly stumbled in through the front door of their home while flicking on the front entrance lights.

They squinted faintly while rubbing their eyes between their fingers, softly letting out a sigh.

‘Jesus, when did these lights get so damn bright?' 

They had been out celebrating a close friend’s party and, once again, may have been coaxed to have a few too many Rum & Cokes throughout the evening.

And perhaps a couple straight shots of some Apple Pie Whiskey.

Whumper slid their shoes off carefully while leaning their shoulder on the wall for better support.

They stayed still for a moment, feeling a wave of dizziness impact their senses, causing them to shift so their back was flat on the more pleasantly cooler wall.  

“M'definitely not in my college years anymore, that’s apparent…”

Scowling slowly to themselves, they waited for several moments before feeling more steady, at least enough to move themselves from the wall towards the hallway.  

While stumbling slightly on the way and having to stop once or twice to regain their balance from being hit by a sudden dizzying state, Whumper reached their room almost immediately, collapsing in their bed, letting out a long drawn out sigh.

'Never again.. I gotta’ stop letting those idiots convince me to stoop to their level whenever I go to one of their parties..’

The room around them spun slowly, as if they were riding on a child’s carousel at the fair.

It wasn’t unbearable, though it was distracting as Whumper tried to relax themselves.

Some hours had passed now, and Whumper had somehow managed to ease themselves enough in their inebriated state to doze off during this period until they abruptly awoke, sitting up a little too fast, causing a sudden lightheaded feeling to overtake them.

Whumper grunted softly while running their hand through their faintly damp hair from the light sweat that coated their brow.

They got up after a couple minutes and the feeling of faint nausea subsided, eventually walking towards their walk-in closet, slowly and carefully stripping out of their lightly damp clothing before changing into a pair of black sweatpants and a black tank top.

A still silence took over the room, as Whumper could still feel the effects of their earlier alcohol consumption.

They couldn’t help but also feel a bit lonely

Whumper sighed softly while shaking their head a bit, trying to ignore the feeling while heading back to bed.  

All they could do was restlessly stare into the dark towards the ceiling, listening to the silence around them.

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Whumpee was quietly asleep in the next room over, though they hadn’t intentionally meant to fall asleep so carelessly.

After hours of nervously waiting for Whumper to return, the exhaustion had finally overcome Whumpee, causing them to get too comfortable and close their eyes for a little too long, causing them to fall asleep only moments after shutting their heavy eyes.

A sudden, sharp whistle suddenly cut through the silent room, abruptly awakening Whumpee in a panic as their eyes shot open wide and instantly locked on Whumper while they stood up quickly.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I wake you Whumpee? Were you enjoying your little nap, hm?” Whumper asked in a faint dry tone, but their words were softly slurred under their breath.  

“You didn’t, Master; I was just—”

“Shut up. I don’t have the patience to deal with your blabbering. I want you to come with me."  

"I.. I would rather not.” Whumpee cautiously spoke as they looked off to the side in a more annoyed way while crossing their arms tightly in front of their chest.

“I beg your pardon?"  

"I don’t want to go with you.. I didn’t do anything! Why am I being punished?"  

Whumper narrowed their eyes at Whumpee while stepping forward, watching the regret fill Whumpee’s eyes as they uncrossed their arms quickly while stepping back.

"What have I told you about questioning me and my authority?”

Whumper grew closer as they quickly reached out, grabbing Whumpee by their frail neck and pulling them closer towards themselves.

“Well? Speak since you have so much to say."  

Whumpee barely had the time to catch a proper breath before stumbling forward, now more prominently smelling the alcohol on Whumper’s breath.  

"To n-not..” They struggled to speak clearly as Whumper squeezed their hands faintly tighter, causing Whumpee to faintly gasp.

Whumper rolled their eyes before letting go of their neck but quickly catching their jaw in their grip, forcing Whumpee to look up at Whumper.

They stared down at Whumpee before slightly letting their jaw go, only to swiftly slap them across the cheek with the back of their free hand, causing Whumpee to let out a pained yelp.

But Whumper quickly re-caught them while more harshly turning their head as Whumpee whimpered softly in their grip.

“Exactly, to not.” They gazed down mockingly at Whumpee while smirking.

“Now, if you’re done showing off what little attitude you have left.. I highly suggest you come with me without protesting."  

Whumpee stared up at them unwillingly as they stayed quiet for a moment before feeling Whumper’s grip on their jaw suddenly tighten, causing Whumpee to grunt softly before nodding.

"I understand, Master.."  

"Good.” Whumper said, letting go of Whumpee after a moment, moving to the side, lightly nodding towards the open door.  

Whumpee stared into the darkness of the hallway as they slowly stepped forward towards the door, exiting the room with Whumper while hearing the click of the door closing behind Whumper.

“Too my room."  

The words caused Whumpee’s heart and soul to instantly sink as a cold sweat broke out across their brow while stiffly nodding, having to force themselves to continue forward in the direction of Whumpers’ room.

'What do they want.. no.. I-it’s obvious wh-what they want.. oh god.. N-no, not th-this.. n-not again..'  

Whumpee’s thoughts frantically raced as a deeper fear and worry started forming a tight knot deep in their stomach, which only grew the closer they got to Whumper’s room.

There was a tension in the air that followed both Whumper and Whumpee as they entered the room.

It was dimly lit but only due to the slightly open curtain letting the moon’s luminous rays peek through. 

"Get in the bed.” Whumper spoke bluntly as they closed the door while locking it behind them. 

Whumpee froze as their eyes locked on the silhouette of the bed, only a few feet away.

In front of them, their feet were firmly frozen to the floor as their heart started to race in their chest as the thoughts started flooding in.

“Excuse me. I said, get in the bed.”

Whumper’s words were more stern with a lower underlying threatening tone to compliment it.

They glared towards Whumpee’s silhouette while stepping a bit closer behind them.

“Now." 

Whumpee jumped slightly, quickly stepping forward a few feet while feeling the soft comforter hit their legs as they instinctively raised their knee, crawling into the bed, laying on their back stiffly, while a more nauseous feeling took over them.

Whumper too slid into bed after a moment while turning on their side facing Whumpee, putting their arm over Whumpee’s stomach, feeling them tense and hearing them whimper softly. 

"Such an overthinker..” Whumper mocked them quietly. “How adorable.”

They shook their head faintly at Whumpee while shifting a bit.

“Face yourself towards me." 

Whumpee stayed still before slowly turning towards Whumper, feeling their arm slide under their head while their other arm snaked firmly around their waist, pulling them closer while resting their chin on Whumpee’s head, feeling their hand softly caress their back.

It caused a deep chill to run up Whumpee’s spine, feeling so close to Whumper in such a wholesome way, it was unnatural and it made the hair on the back of their neck stand on end. 

Though Whumpee stayed still, keeping their hands firmly against Whumper’s chest, trying to keep some type of barrier between them. 

"If I find you’re missing in the morning, Whumpee.. I promise you that you will regret ever even thinking of leaving me." 

Whumpee froze as Whumper’s words suddenly broke the silence of the room.

Hearing the seriousness in their tone, all Whumpee could do was stiffly nod, wide-eyed in a light fear.

It didn’t take long for Whumper to fall back to sleep peacefully, holding Whumpee close to themselves.

Whumpee, on the other hand, had overcome any tiredness or feelings of exhaustion that had previously plagued them.

'Don’t move.. don’t move.. not worth it.. just.. just stay awake..’

Their eyes stayed wide open and alert, making sure to keep all their senses aware of where Whumper’s hands were and any shift in movement that Whumper made, though they dared not move more than needed through the night.

They feared what the consequences would be if they were to wake Whumper too early or tempt their luck with what fate would fall on them if they tried to leave the room. 

Whumpee’s mind raced all through the night, and they could swear that was the longest night they had ever endured.

{End}

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“Leave Me Alone”

Tw:Marijuana Mention/Use.

Caretaker x Whumpee

A/n: Sorry for not posting anything I’m 5Ever Motivation and Ideas recently decided to just *Pouf* — But one decided to drop in suddenly and I actually felt a shred of motivation tonight. Not my best but I’m happy with it.

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A soft musky scent faintly filled the room while Caretaker sat downstairs on their computer, catching up on some light paperwork they had put off until the scent softly hit their senses.

Their brows arched curiously.

A familiar scent, though it wasn’t one they were too fond of, lingered in the air around them, and as they turned, they could see a soft haze of smoke swirling through the rays of light peeking through the curtains.

Caretaker sighed while shaking their head slowly while getting up from their seat, walking towards the stairs while following the aroma to Whumpee’s room, where the smell had become more pronounced.

They reached out to the door, knocking softly while resting their other hand on the knob, “Whumpee.. Can I come in?”

“Yeah… I guess.” They heard Whumpee blandly respond from the other side of the door as Caretaker turned the knob, letting out a soft sigh.

“So this is all you’re going to do with your life now? Smoke weed and isolate yourself from everyone?” They asked carefully, in a more concerned way than questioning.

“Guess so…” Whumpee said while staring up at the ceiling with a deadpan expression as they raised their hand to their lips, softly inhaling off a lit joint, feeling the smoke softly burn their throat and lungs, causing them to cough quietly.

“Whumpee, come on. This isn’t going to help you with anything.” Caretaker frowned softly while leaning against the doorframe, crossing their arms slightly in front of themselves.

“Alright, if you say so, caretaker." 

Whumpee rolled their eyes, faintly feeling a sudden flare of annoyance, while sitting up, reaching their hand over towards an ashtray, putting out the joint while running their free hand through their hair.

"Seriously?” Caretaker clicked their tongue softly while sighing, letting a clear disappointment underline their tone.

“Look, you wouldn’t get it, okay? Just… leave me alone. I’m not hurting anyone or whatever. I just want to be by myself. Why is that so hard for people to understand!”

Whumpee glared towards Caretaker feeling more heated as their voice rosed towards them in an angry, cracked way.

Caretaker gazed at Whumpee with a light shock. They had never genuinely raised their voice in anger at them before like this.

“Yeah, I’ve been smoking a lot more recently, and perhaps it’s because when I do, I feel something other than nothing—or just hating myself—and I just want to be alone.”

Whumpee lowered their tone after a moment while laying back down, turning so their back faced Caretaker.

The air between them grew thicker as a tense silence overcame the room.

Caretaker softened their expression after a few minutes, hearing the subtle soft whimpers of Whumpee from their bed.

“Do you really want to be alone, Whumpee..?” Caretaker asked quietly.

Whumpee stayed quiet while biting the inside of their lip softly, though tightly clutching the blankets around them, shaking their head slowly, letting out a soft, “No…" 

"Do you want me to sit with you for a bit?" 

”…yes please..“

A few cold tears escaped their eyes, staining their cheeks and leaving a damp trail behind them.

Caretaker hesitated for a moment before moving from the doorframe and walking towards the bed, sitting down on the edge of it while looking towards Whumpee in a more sympathetic way.

"Whumpee, I’m.. sorry. If I upset you or anything, I’m just worried about you." 

"I know.. you didn’t. I just.. want to feel normal again. It’s been four years almost and I still–" 

Whumpee cut themselves off while moving the blankets over their head, feeling a tight knot in their stomach and throat, thinking of Whumper, and how the thoughts of them still tainted their memory.

"Look I’ll never.. I’ll never understand, or even attempt to understand, 100% of what you went through, but I’m not giving up on you Whumpee, and I’m not going to let ‘Them’ get close to you.”

Caretaker paused for a moment while watching Whumpee curiously for a moment.

“Is it okay if I touch you, Whumpee?" 

They stayed quiet for a moment before nodding faintly, only to quietly reaffirm themselves with a soft, "Yes…" 

Caretaker smiled lightly, though it was in a more tender, softer way as they reached out, putting their palm flat against Whumpee’s back while slowly moving their hand up and down in a more soothing motion.

They felt Whumpee tense lightly initially, though they understood this was only an automatic response. After a few minutes, Caretaker could feel Whumpee relaxing a little more, slowly easing against their hand in a sense while moving the blankets from their head after a few minutes. 

Whumpee took a few slower, deep breaths while turning over towards Caretaker.

Feeling more relaxed and less anxious from their gentle care, it made Whumpee feel faintly guilty now for snapping at them so irrationally.

"I’m Sorry.." 

"You don’t have to apologize, Whumpee—”

“No, I do.. I just overreacted as usual.. I know you’re worried and just.. want to make sure I’m doing okay, and sometimes it’s hard to know that someone actually cares.." 

"It’s all right, Whumpee; I forgive you for what it’s worth, but I don’t think this is necessary.”

There was a light pause of silence between them as Whumpee turned more towards Caretaker, sitting up while reaching their arms out around their shoulders, resting their head down a bit.

Caretaker looked down a bit more surprised while feeling unsure of what to do for a moment, before slowly moving their arms around Whumpee’s back, lightly holding them. 

“Can you.. just hold me like this for a few minutes, please..?" 

"Mhm, I think I can do that for you, Whumpee.” Caretaker smiled faintly while tightening their grip a little bit, so they had a more firm, yet soft hold on Whumpee while leaning back against the headboard. 

Caretaker noticed Whumpee had fallen asleep after a few minutes; their heads rested against their shoulders, their arms now loosely draped around Caretaker.

Caretaker smiled softly while raising their hand, brushing a few strands of hair from Whumpee’s face while shifting them a bit into a more comfortable position, keeping their arms securely around Whumpee while closing their own eyes after a moment, before falling asleep themselves a few minutes later. 

{End}

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“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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“Be Still.”

Tw: Blood, Restrained by Barbwire, Female Whumpee, Guns, Gunshots, Threats, Begging, Implied Death? (This could be made into a p.2 later, so.. idk), Neglect, Captivity, Male Whumper.

@badthingshappenbingoTrope: Barbed Wire.

Whumper is a hunter, and his forced companion, Whumpee, cannot tolerate the sound of gunfire. It terrifies her. So Whumper comes up with a way to possibly help fix that unfortunate fear.

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Whumpee held her breath tightly in her chest as hot tears burned her cheeks, as she suddenly heard a loud Bang–! 

She was only feet away from the sounds of a 9mm handgun being fired off in front of her, causing her to unconsciously flinch, tugging at the barbed wire wound tightly around her wrist, holding her arms high over her head, making the mental barbs dig deeply into her soft ivory flesh.

Thin warm trails of scarlet blood stained Whumpee’s arms as she let out a scream, closing her eyes, pressing her back close to the wall behind her as a searing pain inflamed her wrist more.

“You’re going to get used to hearing gunfire sooner or later. For your sake? I’d say the sooner the better.” Whumper scoffed calmly, not even bothering to gaze over in her direction.

Whumpee bit her tongue tightly while opening her eyes, wincing in pain as she tried to relax herself so that the barbed wire clawing into her skin didn’t add any more tension.

Before she could make any attempt to respond, Whumper raised his arms in front of himself while taking aim at the human-shaped target in front of him, firing another shot, again hearing a pained scream from Whumpee’s direction.

Whumper sighed in annoyance while placing the gun down hard on the table in front of him, glaring over in Whumpee’s direction. 

“You know, it was cute at first. But now this is frankly starting to piss me off, you whiny little bitch." He said this bitterly while picking up a pair of gloves from the table and slipping them on as he turned towards Whumpee.

Her eyes widened. In a panic, she saw him walking towards a small roll of barbed wire he had stored in a small crate near Whumpee as he bent over, reeling from the spool, cutting the appropriate length with a pair of pliers attached to his belt.

"P-please n-no.. I’ll stop– I-i won't–" 

"Tch, darling.. don’t you think it’s a little late for that?" 

"No! I’ll be s-still, I swear, just– Don’t!" 

She screeched as Whumper tied the length of the wire around her chest, back, and abdomen tightly enough that the barbs only poked against Whumpee’s frail skin, until she unwittingly moved again.

"Well, be still then, Whumpee.. or this is going to hurt a lot more than it needs to.”

Whumper warned her as he walked back towards the table, tossing his gloves to the side of the table again while picking his gun up and taking aim again.

Whumpee tried hard to steady her trembling while watching Whumper with wide eyes.

Bang–! 

Whumpee’s instincts to suddenly flich from the abrupt noise caused the wire around her wrist and now her torso to rip into her skin, causing small shallow lacerations across her body and leaving trails of deep crimson blood painted on her body.

Whumper watched in a faintly disappointed way as the pained cries continued to echo throughout the room.

“Truly pathetic.” Whumper scoffed as he shook his head, watching her tremble from the sheer pain coursing through her body.

“But I do have a meet up to get to too. Perhaps we can try this later.. If you haven’t bled out by the time I get back." 

"can’t.. le..ave me.. m'plea..se.." 

Whumpee tearfully begged Whumper as she watched him glance towards her, ignoring her words and desperate looks as he continued to walk out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Leaving Whumpee In the fluorescently lit room alone, she was painted in her own blood as her body trembled unconsciously from the searing pain flaring throughout every inch of her body.

‘Be.. st-still..’ she thought to herself quietly, closing her eyes slowly, trying to ignore the pain and lightheaded feelings.

'Just.. stay.. still..’

{End}

“Don’t Forget Me”

Tw: Death of a character, Blood, Stabbing, Explicit Language, Abandonment, Anxiety, Manipulation, Captivity.

× × ×

Whumpee sat with their back to the cold brick wall behind them.

They couldn’t remember the time of day it would be right now, or even what time it was by the hour anymore.

The dreary, musty basement only ever saw the light of two dimly lit oil lamps that sat in the corners of the room opposite of each other, as the room was remodelled to have the windows bricked over, sealing Whumpee in there with little to no means of escaping their new forever home.

The flames steadily sat atop the cloth wick, Whumpee’s trembling breaths were the only thing to disturb the steady flame, occasionally causing it to flicker in the soft breeze.

There were no windows, only a single metal framed bed that a thin, worn-down mattress rested upon.

Whumpee let out a sigh while a softer feeling of abandonment crept into their heart, causing their expression to fall weary as their minds started to wander.

Why hadn’t Whumper returned to them yet? Had they done something wrong to displease Whumper? Has Whumper found themselves a new companion to keep them company?

These thoughts plagued Whumpee’s thoughts, unconsciously causing a few small tears to bead in the corner of their eyes as they sniffled softly.

“W-Whumper..” Whumpee whispered to themselves softly, pitifully craning their neck towards the door.

“Wh-whumper.. a-are you.. there?" 

 There was still silence in the room as Whumpee turned their body around so they were on their hands and knees, slowly pulling themselves towards the door.

a soft rattle of the chain that was wrapped around their ankle and anchored to the wall just by the bed echoed quietly in the room as Whumpee felt their body suddenly come to halt, only feet from the door.

"Whumper.. I-im still here.. did you forget about me..?” Whumpee’s voice was dry, their big water eyes gazed at the door, their arms reached out towards it, but they could only just faintly scratch the wooden door with their nails, just out of their reach.

“W-Whumper!?" 

Whumpee’s voice grew a bit louder as it echoed against the walls, hearing the desperate tone in their own voice.

"Whumper!!" 

"Whumper, I’m here! I’m still here!!" 

"WHUMPER!!!”

Their screams rang hallow throughout the room and halls now.

Whumpee’s voice cracked as they let out a incoherent wail, their eyes now flooded with hot tears, burning their now puffy reddened eyes. 

They hunched forward, wrapping their arms tightly around themselves, trying to give themselves any feelings of comfort and affection they could to calm themselves as their panic and feelings of loneliness grew deeper.

“I’m here, I’m here, I’m here..” Whumpee repeatedly whispered to themselves, their lips trembling as their teeth chattered from their anxious state.

But they soon found themselves laying on their side, knees tightly pulled to their chest as the only sounds that escaped were those of muffled sobbing and the occasional choked wail in hopes that Whumper would hear them.

Whumpee bit the inside of their lip hard. 

After a few moments, they could taste a soft metallic blood on their tongue, though they couldn’t tell because their senses had become numb to anything but the craved need for Whumper.

It’s all Whumpee wanted, was Whumper to hold them, praise them, and caress their hair softly while whispering in reassurance that everything would be okay.

They understood that Whumper’s punishments weren’t meant to hurt them, but only to teach them to be better.

But somehow, Whumpee had somehow ruined it. They didn’t understand how or why, but they had upset Whumper so greatly now that they had abandoned them.

Whumpee opened their eyes while sniffling. Though they didn’t move from the floor, they simply laid there, motionless, and broken. 

×××

Upstairs Whumper sat at their desk, idly smirking while watching Whumpee desperately plead for them. 

In a way, Whumper thought it was pathetic how needy they were despite their ‘tough’ demeanor.

'I suppose I should go comfort the little thing before it completely snaps.. We truly would not want that again.' 

Whumper lightly tapped the × at the top right of the screen while turning their monitor off, steadily arising from their seat as they walked calmly towards the hallway.

×××

After a few minutes, Whumpee heard a soft click come from the door, as if on cue, causing their body to suddenly jerk up, so they were sitting upright on their knees, wide-eyed, staring in an almost dog-like manner towards the entrance, impatiently waiting.

Whumper slowly pushed the door open while sliding the keys back into his pocket, looking down towards Whumpee with a more solemn expression, though it was not genuine.

“Whumpee..” They spoke softly while kneeling down, keeping their hand up to signal Whumpee to stay put, though their excitement almost made it nearly impossible. They did not want to do anything that could cause Whumper to leave them again.

“I apologise for being away longer than expected.. I truly am sorry.” They lowered their hands while extending their arms towards Whumpee.

Without hesitating, Whumpee sprung into Whumper’s arms, nuzzling their body as closely as they could against Whumper’s, resting their head under their chin while smiling ear to ear.

“I-i though you left me, forgot about me.. I did something bad.. I’m sorry, so sorry..” Whumpee spoke quickly, with faint hints of happiness, fear, and anxiety coating their words as they could barely form a coherent sentence.

“Shh, sh” Whumper hushed them softly while wrapping their arms securely around the smaller framed Whumpee while cuddling them closely, lightly resting their lips against the top of their head.

“I could never forget about you, Whumpee.. How foolish of you to think." 

"M'sorry..”

“Tch, I suppose I can understand why someone so naive could think that. But that’s why you have me to take care of you, and teach you how to be good." 

"Mhm~” Whumpee hummed softly in agreement, while wrapping their arms around Whumper’s neck. “M'thankful for Whumper.." 

Whumper smirked to themselves while lowering their arm around Whumpee’s waist, pulling them closer.

"Of course you are.." 

Whumpee let out a softer breath while opening their eyes, feeling a faint wave of relief.

"Whumper.." 

"Yes, Whumpee..?" 

Whumper shifted lightly, but stopped as they let out a short gasp, feeling a sudden sharp, pain in the back of their neck.

A warm liquid slowly trickled down their back as Whumpee pushed a rod they had broken off the bed frame and sharpened deeper into Whumper’s neck, twisting it lightly before pulling it out, hearing Whumper let out a pained scream before their grip loosened enough on Whumpee that they could push themselves free of their grip.

But they didn’t run, oh no.

Whumpee quickly knocked Whumper to the floor while climbing onto their lap, raising their hand to weild the rod high in the air before plunging it deep into Whumper’s chest, over and over, and over.

Whumper let out a blood curdling scream as they didn’t even have a chance to try and fight back to protect themselves as Whumpee continued to stab them relentlessly without hesitation.

Their blood splattered over the walls and pooled around Whumpers trembling, bloodied body as Whumpee panted heavily, now also coated in splatters of blood and small bits of flesh.

 They took a moment to stare at the bloodied mess in front of them before a sudden wave of nausea hit them. 

 Whumpee quickly got up from the body only to collapse on their knees, hunching over while emptying the little contents of their stomach that were there, heaving heavily while trembling. 

 It wasn’t that Whumpee was having regrets, no.

 Whumper deserved nothing more than a painfully slow death, and that’s exactly what they were getting.

 Whumpee could still hear the shallow, gurgled breaths of Whumper as they desperately tried to cling onto what little time they had left while Whumpee slowly moved back over, bit only to quickly retrieve the keys from his pocket, and for a bonus, their wallet.

 "Whumper..” Whumpee looked down at them in the same condescending way that Whumper would.

“Burn in hell.. I’ll see you again when I get there too, I promise." 

There was a coldness to Whumpee’s voice as they leaned down, unlocking the chain from their ankle, and the collar from their neck, dropping it to the ground while feeling a faint chill from their skin being so exposed.

Whumpee turned as they walked slowly towards the door, opening it while looking back at Whumper’s motionless body.

 'Rot here, piece of shit..' 

Whumpee angrily slammed the door closed while locking it, breaking the key off as they turned it, making sure that there was no way Whumper could escape this long needed fate.

As they made their way up the basement stairs to the main floor, Whumpee felt a mix of emotions, though the only one they wanted to focus on, was the feeling of freedom.

 {End}

“Don’t Knock It.”

(Please DNI if Drugs/Forced Drug Use will trigger you.)

Heavy Tw: Forced High, Forced Drug Use, Marijuana/Weed Mention, Physical Bondage, Drool, Anxiety, Cheek Grab, Explicit Language, Duo Whumpers.

× × × 

“Have you ever smoked before, Whumpee?”

Whumpee’s eyes grew as they looked up from their kneeled position on the floor to Whumper’s friends.

They stood there, arms crossed, looking down at them inquisitively, pinched between their index and middle finger was a thinly rolled marijuana cigarette.

The smell was off-putting to Whumpee’s frail senses, a strong pungent smell of soured flora filled the air around them. It almost reminded Whumpee of a mild skunk smell, causing their face to twist in mild disgust, though Whumper’s friend took quick notice.

“What’s the matter? Don’t like marijuana?” Whumpers friend scoffed.

“Not.. particularly, no, sir..” Whumpee spoke carefully so as to not agitate or provoke Whumper’s friend.

“You ever try it.”

“No Sir..”

“Well then how can you even say you don’t like it.”

“I uhm..” Whumpee bit their tongue, softly hearing a light tone of annoyance in Whumper’s friend as they kneeled down to Whumpee’s level.

“You uhm? What, c'mon speak." 

"I uh, I just.. never really had the desire to try it.." 

"Pft.. what a crock." 

"Everything alright out here?” Whumper curiously watched the two as they made their way outside.

“Mh”

Whumper’s friend looked towards them, “Dumb thing here’s acting all self righteous since they’ve never gotten High before." 

They scoffed while rolling their eyes.

"Wait! I-I wasn’t being self righteous! I-I just s-said–" 

"Shut up.”

Whumpers words cut sharply through Whumpee’s broken plea’s.

Whumper shook their head lightly while watching Whumpee’s eyes grow with a soft fear, making them smile lightly.

“Hm.. Well, I’ve heard that old expression goes, ‘You can’t knock it till you’ve tried it’” Whumpee gazed towards their friend, watching their lips curl into a faint smirk.

“Mhm, I believe that’s how it goes.. I’m sure I have enough left for another Joint too so." 

Whumper shook their head a bit, "No I think if they want a true experience, they should use the pipe.”

“You know what? That’s even better." 

Whumpers friend stood up while walking back to the table by the door, They took out a small glass object, holding it carefully in their fingers while pinching a bit of ground marijuana buds off a tray, placing them into a dip in the glass, which almost resembled a tiny bowl, but with a short stem at the end with another hole. 

Whumpee watched carefully while feeling a sting of anxiety hit them suddenly, their heart racing against their chest as Whumper’s friend started walking back to them.

"Well, go on then.. You light this end, and suck through this mouth piece here. Simple." 

Whumpee stared at the small glass object in confusion while shifting away from it shaking their head.

"I-i.. don’t want it.." 

"Oh you don’t?” Whumpee’s friend stares at them curiously while clicking their tongue in a soft yet condescending manner. “That’s a shame.." 

Whumper silently stepped behind Whumpee, kneeling down while they leaned forward, reaching their arm around Whumpee’s neck, tightly pulling them back against their chest, hearing a sudden gasp escape their lips.

"Ple-please! I don’t want it!” Whumpee choked while reaching their hands to Whumper’s arms, only for Whumper to quickly move their free arm around Whumpee, constricting them.

Whumpee squirmed uncontrollably in Whumper’s boa like grip while choked sobs escaped their lips, Hot tears stung the corners of their eyes as Whumper’s friend forced the mouth piece against Whumpee’s lips.

Whumper shifted the arm around Whumpee’s neck so they could grip their cheek tightly, forcing them to part their lips, Whumper’s friend smirked maliciously while flicking the flint on his Bic lighter, holding it closer to the bowl area of the pipe.

“Here’s something you’re probably used to hearing, Suck." 

Whumpee grimaced at the implication, They hesitated for as long as they could before feeling Whumper’s fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of their cheeks, causing a deep stinging sensation to form.

They closed their eyes while deeply inhaling a lung full of smoke. It burned worse than

Whumpee imagined. 

It almost resembled the time when Whumper had forced them to take a shot of some amber-colored liquor, but it burned deeper.

It felt as if they had swallowed a handful of hot embers, and it was no better as they let out a series of choked coughs, each one burning and stinging deeper than the last.

Whumpee leaned forward in Whumper’s arms, wheezing heavily as thin trails of drool seeped from their partially opened mouth.

Their thoughts were gradually becoming hazy, but their heart raced in their chest, and their fingers tingled in an almost static-like manner as their eyes slowly lidded.They felt faintly nauseous, and the burning sensation still held tightly in their chest.

"Tch, what a fucking baby, you barley inhaled and you’re acting like that?” Whumper’s friend shook their head disapprovingly though letting out a weaker dry laugh. “Almost a waste if you ask me.”

Whumper Nodded at their friends comment while letting Whumpee go watching them drop to their side almost instantly as they laid their wheezing and gasping.

“Truly pathetic if you ask me.” Whumper rolled their eyes while stepping over Whumpee towards their friend.

“I don’t see why we should waste anymore, besides.. I don’t want to put them in a coma." 

There was a soft, lower chuckle shared between the two as they took a seat at the table to enjoy the rest of their evening.

Leaving Whumpee on the cold floor, staring motionlessly towards the sky, their head empty though filled to the brim with thoughts they couldn’t decipher.

Their eyelids felt like weights, as their breathing started to finally regulate again though their breaths still softly stung in their chest.

The only things Whumpee could seem to pull from their thoughts were, At least they could be outside.. and they would never touch this stuff again, maybe.

{End}

“Views”

Tw: Captivity, Torture, ‘Red Room’, Branding, Knife mention, blood mention.

× × ×

“Well, aren’t we popular on the stream tonight?”

Whumper smirked playfully, watching the chat go off on the side while returning their gaze to Whumpee (A) and Whumpee (B).

Whumpee (A) bit down hard into the silicone ball-gag lodged in their mouth, accidentally letting out a muffled scream as they felt Whumpee (B) press the tip of the knife to their back.

The cold kiss of steel bite into the exsposed skin of Whumpee (A)’s back, slicing through the thin flesh like warm butter, leaving shallow lacerations along their skin. 

A thin slick coat of drool coated their puffy reddened lips and chin as their eyes gazed half lidded into the little camera in font of them.

“So what would my lovely viewers like to see them do next, hm?" 

A few mundane comments came in, while more explicit requests were being made. Whumper had been considering a request when a paid donation suddenly chimed through the speakers.

’Have Whumpee (B) brand Whumpee (A). Whatever and wherever you’d like. I love your streams ;)’$75.00(USD)Donated.

Whumper smirked to themselves in amusement, "Well, who would I be to deny such a lovely request?" 

Their smirk widened as it turned more malicious as they walked around to a table positioned at the side of the platform, where Whumpee (A) and (B) were forcibly seated.

Whumpee (B)’s eyes shifted to the direction Whumper walked to, hearing the soft flick of a blowtorch followed by a low hiss, An internal panic set in the pits of their stomach as a cold sweat formed over their brow as Whumpee (A) whimpered softly in a mixture of pain and desperation to be freed from this sick torture.

After a few moments passed, Whumper came into partial view of the camera, handing Whumpee (B) flaming red hot-tipped iron rod while gesturing towards them.

"Take it and carve the word.. '1k’ right there on their ribs, in celebration, of course, for your 1k following count.” Whumper lowly growled in a more mocking tone.

Whumpee (B) hesitated for only a moment before seeing the rising impatience growing behind Whumper’s steeled eyes, reaching out and taking the clothed end of the rod while turning back to Whumpee (A) with saddened eyes.

Whumpee (A) shivered, feeling physically nauseated from overhearing Whumper’s request while looking up towards Whumpee (B) forgivingly, giving them a subtle nod while biting down into the silicone ball again, trying to brace themselves for the incoming pain.

But nothing could’ve prepared Whumpee (A) for the intense burning pain from the dull tip dragging across their frail skin. 

It sent waves of intense, searing pain throughout their body causing them to scream while arching their back and hips, tensing their muscles as the hot rod continued to burn and blister their skin.

It felt like an eternity had passed before Whumpee (B) finally dropped the rod beside them on the concrete platform, tears softly forming in the corner of their eyes as they stared in shock at Whumpee (A)’s trembling, broken figure beside them.

Whumpee (A)’s burned with white hot tears, as they stained and stung their scratched, bruised cheeks from earlier chat requests, as they could do nothing but lie there, shaking from the uncontrollable pain flaring and pulsing through their nerves.

Whumper watched their view count and chat interactions climb while smiling to themselves with pride and a sense of accomplishment at the performance they had been able to put on for their viewers, now wondering how long they could keep it going for until either Whumpee (A) succumbed to their injuries so they couldn’t proceed, or until the chat got bored with their new toys.

{End} 

“Hunger”

Tw: Food Mention, Starvation, Humiliation, Degrading.

× × ×

It was an honest mistake. Whumpee had gotten up so fast in excitement at the sight of the food Whumper was bringing in that they had lost their footing, accidentally knocking the dish from their hands to the floor.

Whumper stared at them in light anger and disbelief.

Tears filled Whumpee’s eyes as Whumper picked the silver dish up off the floor.

“I didn’t mean to–" 

"Enough. Not a word. If you can’t accept what I give you with gratitude, then you get nothing at all." 

"It was an accident! I-i swear, sir! Please!" 

Whumper ignored their attempts to plead with them while turning their back to them and heading towards the door. 

"Sir! P-please I’m sorry!” Whumpee softly sobbed, feeling cold tears now streaming down their cheeks. They watched as the door opened for a brief moment, and Whumper stood there looking back at Whumpee on their hands and knees, looking at them desperately.

They scoffed at their ridiculous state while blowing the door behind them as they left.

For a brief moment, they remained motionless, debating whether to scream or cry silently, knowing that this blunder would now cost them any chance of food for a few days.

They slowly looked up a bit towards the floor where little bits of food was still lying. They hesitated briefly, disgusted at the thought of eating directly from the floor, but Whumpee was desperate for any sort of food at this point.

Slowly, they crawled over, trying to pick at the food on the ground to try and save some form of dignity they had left, but the urge to eat was too strong and too much to ignore.

Whumpee sighed while closing their eyes for a moment before leaning down to the floor while licking at the ground, grabbing up any little bits of food they could find to help ease the pains in their stomach.

Though they felt ultimately humiliated, they couldn’t pass up any opportunity for food.

{End}

“Needy”

Tw: Nsfwhump, DubCon, Drugged, Begging, Manipulation, Finger Sucking, Teasing.

Whumpee on their knees, lips parted, panting heavily with a flush of red spread across their cheeks begging their Whumper to be able to please them.

× × ×

“Mh, want you sir.. need you sir..” They cooed lustfully, nuzzling their cheek against Whumper’s knee, rocking their hips gently so that their heels perfectly teased their sweet spot, “please sir.." 

Whumper smirked at their heated, eager form while reaching down and taking Whumpee’s chin between their fingers, lightly tracing their thump around Whumpee’s soft, tender lips, watching them eagerly open their mouths a little wider as Whumper teased the tip of Whumpee’s tongue with their thumb.

"Mh, you want me, do you?” Whumper lowly growled in a lustful tone while watching them nod slowly, letting out a low hum in agreement. 

“Are you sure you want me? Or is it the drugs I slipped you making you want me? Hm.. better be honest with me baby." 

"M'Want you.. I want to please you, Whumper.. M'please let me please you.." Whumpee could barely comprehend the words coming from Whumper’s lips, all they knew is they craved Whumper in the worst ways.

Whumper shivered faintly, hearing their softer, more needy tones and sounds while sliding his thumb into their mouth, looking down at their big eyes. 

"Well? Show me what you’re capable of..” Whumper huskily cooed while using his other hand to massage the front of their black suit pants. 

“And if you’re lucky, I may let you please me.." 

Whumpee moaned eagerly around Whumpers thumb, closing their lips around their thumb while softly suckling, and flicking their tongue over the tip of their thumb.

Whumper shook their head faintly in amusement at seeing how quickly and efficiently these drugs had worked, but they were definitely not complaining at the change of tone per se.

They pondered for a moment before moving their thumb from Whumpee’s mouth with a faint popping noise as they replaced it with their index and middle finger, causing Whumpee’s eyes to widen suddenly as they gagged a bit from the sudden switch.

"Mh, we may need to work on that a bit more before you can heave the real thing.. If you think my fingers are hard to take, I can’t imagine how you’d deal with something a lot.. girthier ”

Whumpee shivered while nodding lightly, their gaze focused more on Whumper’s excitement as they slowly proceeded to bob their head up and down the length of Whumpers fingers, while suckling a little more. 

“Maybe I spoke to soon.. You seem to be taking this like a pro.” Whumper used their other hand to lightly slap Whumpee against the cheek, causing them to let out a soft moan.

“Such a desperate thing you are..”

They used their hand to softly caress Whumpee’s cheek while steadily unzipping their suit pants and unbuttoning them. 

“I suppose I have some time before my next meeting, so you better please me quickly and efficiently." 

"Th-thank you sir.. M'need you so badly~" 

"Oh, I know Whumpee, and I assure you, I will be the only thing you ever need.”

“My Toy” (Concept)

Tw: Nsfwhump, 18+ Theme, Non-Con, Forced To Watch, Free-Use, Pinning, Humiliation, Nudity mention.

× × ×

Whumper mercilessly fucking Whumpee for their personal pleasure in front of their henchman, or another Whumpee, or better yet, their caretaker.

Whumper softly praising them for being such a good little obedient toy.

Whumpee has no choice but to lay there, bent over Whumper’s desk stripped nude numbly with no emotion, staring into the other eyes, silently pleading for an escape from the tight grips of Whumpers hold, feeling each little movement. 

The intense feelings of humiliation and embarrassment flood their senses while hot tears burn the corners of their eyes and stain their reddened cheeks. 

Knowing that Whumper will only stop once they reach release, Whumpee will occasional whimper a soft moan or breathy gasp to help encourage them, though genuinely feeling disgusted with themselves during and after for doing so, but they always try to remember; It was only so Whumper would leave them and the other alone.

“Caught”

Tw: Forced Captivity, Subtle Threats, Mild Swearing, Slapping, Forced Gaze, Kicking, Abuse.

× × ×

Whumper clicked their tongue in a soft, dissatisfied manner while inspecting the two troublemakers in front of them.

“So you’re to tell me these two.. pft, mongrels, were sniffing about my property?”

Whumper crossed their arms while their cold, hardened gaze rested on their henchman.

“Yes, I caught them around the back in the trash, no less." 

"I was wondering what that putrid stench was.” Whumper looked down towards the two.

“So you’re little trash rats, picking away at the garbage of others to seek ends meet him? How pathetic." 

Whumpee (A) gazed towards Whumper with disdain in their eyes. 

"As if you have any right to judge us!”

They spat angrily, though in a quick response as the last word left their mouth, they were abruptly interrupted by a hard backhand across their frail cheek, sending them to the ground with ease, causing them to wail as they impacted the hard floor beneath them.

A hot, sharp, stinging pain radiated from the spot where Whumper’s Henchman had struck Whumpee (A) as hot tears swelled in their eyes, clutching their hand tightly over their cheek.

Whumpee (B) stood frozen, having seen their friend get hit so close to them.

A sting of helplessness flooded their emotions as they could only stare in shock at Whumper and their henchman.

“Y-You Hit m-me?” Whumpee (A) trembled in a mixture of shock and disbelief as they stared up wide-eyed at The Henchman.

“I did pipsqueak. You mouth off again, and I’ll do it again. You fucking hear me?” The Henchman sneered down towards Whumpee (A) as his gaze shot towards Whumpee (B).

“N'What about you, Hn? Got anything to say punk?" 

"No. No sir.. I.. I want to go. Please, we won’t tell anyone.” Whumpee (B) softly pleaded while biting their lip nervously, feeling an underlying dread. 

“Oh? Do you want to go?” Whumper chimed in curiously while raising their eyebrow, continuing,

“But you came all this way.. I think it would be best if you stayed." 

Whumpee (B) felt nauseated at the way Whumper spoke so calmly, as if this was some game to them.

"What!?” Whumpee (A) blurted out suddenly in shock,

“Y-you can’t force us to stay here!”

Whumpee (A) was suddenly met with a sharp kick to the stomach, A wave of sickening pain took over them while they let out a scream of pain, tightly wrapping their arms around their now inflamed stomach.

Whumpee (B) let out a short yelp while pulling their hands to their mouth, covering their horrified expression as they continued to please,

“Please, no– I-i promise! No– I swear to God we will not tell a living soul." 

"You swear to God, hm..?”

Whumper smirked in a sickening amused way while dropping their arms to their sides, stepping towards Whumpee (B), swiftly reaching out and grabbing their cheeks tightly between their fingers, forcefully pulling their face closer to Whumper’s as they listened to a soft whimper escape Whumpee (B)’s lips.

“Well around here, I am god.” Whumpers smirk widened more maliciously. “And I am not known for being a merciful one." 

Whumpee (B)’s eyes suddenly widened, while tears formed in the corner of their eyes. A deep fear and uncertainty now possessed them, as well as a whirlwind of hopeless thoughts, leaving them speechless.

Whumpee (A) let out a loud gasp as the henchman suddenly grabbed them tightly by their wrist, pulling them backwards roughly, dragging them towards a hallway.

"LET ME GO! YOU CANT DO THIS TO US! YOU CAN’T KEEP US HERE!!”

They screamed loudly, protesting every moment as they twisted and jerked their frail, smaller body around in a desperate attempt to free themselves from the henchman’s strong grip. 

While Whumper softly smirked at Whumpee (B), they ran their thump gently over their puffy lips, feeling them tremble in response.

“I have a feeling you’re going to learn to enjoy your time here.. whether you and your little friend there want to, or not." 

Whumper shoved Whumpee (B) into the arms of one of his other henchmen while nodding them in the same direction as Whumpee (A) was dragged too.

As Whumpee (B) gets pulled towards the hallway, they can only feel pings of regret and guilt because it had been them that suggested even hitting this particular place up as it had always seemed vacant and empty. 

They were only now going to find out exactly why that was.

{End}

blackrosesandwhump:

Whump Prompt #41

Write something inspired by the line

“I can’t…I can’t breathe…”

Thinking about these supremely whumpy words again.

So much potential.

So many whumperflies.

Not sure what it is about me and breath whump, but here we are.

delicatewhumps:

blood in whump>>>

1. blood seeping through bandages
2. blood trickling out of someone’s mouth
3. coughing up blood after chest trauma
4. bloody nosesssss
5. split lips after being punched
6. a pool of blood slowly spreading under someone’s body
7. blood glistening on the blade of a knife
8. blood from a forehead cut
9. blood slipping through someone’s fingers as they desperately try to put pressure on a wound

Whump Prompt #49

Write something inspired by the following premise:

bleeding out under a full moon

Whump Concept: Deprivation Mask

Here’s an idea: a deprivation mask, an all-in-one device made to deprive your whumpee of sight, sound, taste, speech, and air, all at the same time!

Imagine this:

• No light. The eye piece locks over your whumpee’s eyes, acting as a solid blindfold, blocking out their sense of sight as long as the device is worn.
• No sound. Their hearing is blocked by ear flaps that, like the eye piece, secure over their ears and remain in place until the mask is completely removed.
• No tasteor speech. The mask forces your whumpee’s mouth shut, removing their ability to speak or cry out or make any sound that involves opening their mouth.
• Limited air flow. Holes placed where your whumpee’s nose will be allows them to continue breathing, but only through their nose, and with a decreased amount of oxygen. Your whumpee may experience lightheadedness during their imprisonment.

Imagine how useful this device could be for punishment, torture, revenge, or just because. And of course, the deprivation effect can always be intensified by restraining your whumpee while they wear this delightful accessory.

Feel free to reblog with additions or thoughts!

A DIY bit gag whumper made themselves by drilling into a long razor blade and connecting leather straps to it, or a bit gag with a razor blade embedded into the side that goes into whumpee’s mouth.

Every time whumpee tries to speak it cuts into their tongue or lips.

Whenever they misbehave, they tighten the gag and it cuts into the corners of their mouth further and further

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