#whump snippet
MAY 4TH “SHOULDERS BACK, EYES ON ME”
Movie marathon | Choking | Forced feeding
CW:Captivity, Drugging, Unrealistic Drugs/Drugging, Restraints, Implied Starvation, Gags
MAY 4TH “SHOULDERS BACK, EYES ON ME”
Movie marathon | Choking | Forced feeding
CW:Captivity, Drugging, Unrealistic Drugs/Drugging, Restraints, Implied Starvation, Gags
Whumpee knows they should be scared when Whumper pulls them up from their bed. But they were tired and bored.
Whumper had left them along for nearly the whole day, stapped to the bed with mittens strapped over their hands. They made it so Whumpees hands were nothing more than lumps. Completely useless.
Whumper carried them smoothly from their bedroom to the living room, where they were placed on the edge of the couch. They hadn’t been out here very often, it was reserved for when Whumpee was on their best behavior.
So when Whumper connected their chains to the couch Whumpee looked up at them in confusion, unable to speak past the muzzle in their mouth. “Shoulders back now, you’re doing good, but we need to be careful don’t we?”
Whumpee nodded, hoping they looked as grateful as they felt. Anything, even being chained to the couch was better, than Whumpers punishments. They had to throw the thoughts from their brain to enjoy this moment.
After Whumper was done they sat down next to them, curling up so they were nearly completely entwined. Not a second later the Tv turned on, starting to play the Harry Potter theme song.
Whumpees thoughts were completely swarmed by the show, they hadn’t watched it in, forever. A sense of nostalgia washes over them that was overshadowed when Whumper turned their head towards them.
“Are you having fun?” Whumper was smiling, showing all their teeth that glinted in the light of the TV.
Whumpee nodded, smiling even more when Whumper reached forward and unclasped their muzzle. Spit fell from it and onto the couch, “Aww look at you sweetheart. Where would you be without me?”
Whumpee didn’t know, but they still nodded they needed to give an answer, eyes lighting up when Whumper leaned over and grabbed something from the side table. The savory smell of soup was wafting under their nose and Whumpee was suddenly aware of how hungry they were.
They couldn’t think of the last time they ate, Whumper had said they didn’t need to eat.
And Whumper was always right.
So they ignored the way their stomach was cramping, how most of their thoughts turned to food.
They needed to be good.
But when Whumper brought a spoonful of soup up to their face they didn’t hesitate to take it into their mouth.
“Good job baby, do you want some more?”
A nod and another spoon were in their face. They counited to eat each spoonful that was placed in front of them. Gracefully taking each. Some part of their brain itched, warning bells ringing loudly but they couldn’t care.
After they had eaten through about half of the bowl though they started to feel happy. Fuzzy.
Warmth spread through their body, warming their fingers and making them want to wiggle their toes but they weren’t able to tell if they were moving them.
Whumpers form was no swimming in front of them, dipping in and out of focus. “Aww, are you feeling good? Does Whumper make you feel good?”
They nodded again and a doopy smile was spreading over there face. They felt weightless, but the hand on there thigh was the only thing keeping them from floating away.
They never wanted this feeling to end.
“Whumpee, eyes on me.”
Their eyes flicked to Whumpers with ease even as the room started to spin.
“What’s my name?”
The words left smooth on their tongue and they barely had to think before they were speaking, saying something they had refrained from.
“Master.”
“Good job.”
So, um…I have a sudden urge to write pirate whump.
I haven’t had this urge in forever.
And I need to make it happen.
Well, I made it happen! Thanks to a snippet request
Thank you so much for the request, Anon!
writing-challenges-and-prompts:
Writing Prompt: Four Words
rivals, vigilant, savor, psychic
The two rivals stand facing each other, vigilant, waiting for the other’s first move.
Villain savors the moment, as the quiet splits slowly at its seams with anticipation.
His enemy, the psychic, finally speaks.
“I know your grief. I know its source and the horror that fills you. You cannot hide it from me.”
An image looms in villain’s mind, its heaviness overpowering. Villain drops to his knees.
An image. His brother’s body. Hero’s body. Dead by villain’s own hand.
May 21st- “Are you cold?”
[burning | faked love |winter]
Cw: burning, restraints, screaming, torture, past torture, captivity, noncon touching, manhandling, mouth whump, begging
Whumpee let out a whimper, cringing back as the small flame flickered, the soft golden glow illuminating the tear stains striking their cheeks.
“Shhh darling, calm down,” Whumper’s lips curled into a grin, their eyes glinting playfully in the firelight.
Their free hand snaked into Whumpee’s hair, fingers tightening around a fistful of their greasy locks, forcing their head still as Whumpee sobbed and tried to pull away.
“Please I- I’m sorry please-” Whumpee sobbed, squirming against the ropes that wound around their body, pinning them to the chair. “I pr- promise I won’t do it ag-again, please-”
Whumper’s gaze hardened, but their grin didn’t falter.
“Oh how lovely it is to hear you begging, sweet thing,” They drawled out, slowly raising the lighter to Whumpee’s face, holding it close enough so they could feel the heat without actually burning them yet.
“But it’s much too late for your begging, love,” They sighed, releasing Whumpee’s hair only to grab them by the chin, forcing their thumb between Whumpee’s teeth and prying open their jaw. “Stick your tongue out,” They ordered.
The smell of burning flesh hit Whumpee before the pain did. The terrible, agonizing, burning pain so bad they couldn’t even scream.
“Maybe this will teach you what happens if you talk back.”
May 20th- “Don’t leave me here”
[trunk | gagged | camping]
Alternate prompt used: shadows
I had a nice whumpy dream but it didn’t fit any of todays prompts. I really wanted to write it tho hehe. This isn’t the full dream so I’ll prolly continue this later.
Cw: capture, restraints, darkness, cells, bruises, implied torture, screaming, kinda stress position, exhaustion
A sole shaft of silvery moonlight shone through the dark, illuminating each spec of dust as they drifted lazily through the air, casting inky shadows across the small stone cell.
Whumpee’s eyes drifted across the room, following a small fleck of debris as it floated along with the cold draft. Their eyes tracing as it danced through the air, trying not to focus on the deep ache that resounded through their bones.
Everythinghurt.
Their arms trembled terribly, muscles pulled taut from hours of being forced in the same position. Dark bruises and splotches of dirt littered every inch of their skin, making each breath even more painful than the last.
The manacles around their wrists were tight and rusted, pinching their skin at every small twitch, but the more they tried to hold still, the more violently their body shook.
Whumpee swallowed dryly, a quiet whimper slipping from their lips as the simple action drew a new wave of pain flooding through their nerves.
Every so often a scream would echo from somewhere deep in the dungeons, jolting Whumpee’s attention back to the present.
Part of them wondered what hell they were being forced to endure.
They had heard tales of what happened to those captured by the royal guard. Ruthless, bloody stories with endings so gruesome they would leave Whumpee lying awake at night.
But as the dungeon lapsed into silence once more, leaving Whumpee to their thoughts, they decided they didn’t want to know.
• • •
[to be continued]
