painsandconfusion-moved-shoo:

Random Whumper dialogue prompt: Relax

“Come on, breathe with me. In….and out….There you go. It hurts so much less if you just relax those taut little muscles. Focus on this moment. Feel the tip fo the knife on your leg. I’m going to push it in slow this time - No no, Dont struggle. Breathe. Relax.Let it happen. Stay limp. I know it’s hard, but I have faith in you. Aaaahhhhhh…there you go. Alllll the way in that time. Do you feel it? Isn’t that better?”

“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}

“Caught”

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

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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.

It’s way past midnight. The house is all silent. 

B is asleep in their bedroom, like they always are at this time. For some reason, A keeps thinking about them instead of going to sleep. It’s silly, of course. And they should be sleeping too. It just feels awkward to sleep apart after everything that happened. A isn’t sure why, but they thought things would be different between them when everything returned to normal. 

Must’ve been only wishful thinking. 

But things are back to normal, and for that, A is thankful. C’s killer is in jail, the innocent person previously accused has been released and A and B are back to being roommates. That’s gotta be enough. 

At least for now. 

This train of thought helps relax A and soon they’re falling asleep again. They hear a sound at the window, but they’re already too far gone to care. 

That is, until a pair of hands claps their neck. 

A’s eyes open. In the dark, above them, there is a stranger, dressed all in black. They’re straddling A, hands pressing violently their neck. A tries to scream, but quickly find they have no way to do it. They kick and struggle, but this person is too strong. 

They don’t even say anything. No smart remarks of “Whumper sends you his best wishes” or “time to sleep with the fishes”. This has to be a professional. Which can only mean one thing. Whumper may have gone down, but not without a fight. 

As dark spots start to spread around A’s vision, they realize there is only one way to survive this. They have to wake up B on the other room. That would normally be easy if they weren’t the heaviest sleepers in the entire world. 

And still, A has to try. 

They start kicking again, but not at the attacker. They manage to unbalance the other, freeing one of their legs. With a quick movement, they kick the lamp on the nightstand. It splats against the floor, breaking into a million little shards. It was loud, but maybe not loud enough. 

The assassin doesn’t seem like it’s in the mood for playing. They press harder and A can feel their blood pumping against their fingers, having trouble passing through the death grip. A can feel their eyes rolling backwards, unconsciousness calling them. 

Before they go, however, they kick again, unexpectedly, pushing the entire nightstand down on top of the broken lamp. The movement uses up all of their strength and they stop struggling. 

A second later, glorious air comes inside and it’s so sudden they cough and choke on their own spit. A looks to find B has ripped the attacker from them and threw them against a wall, already hitting them across the face. A wants to feel victorious that they could do it, but they can’t think of anything but to breathe. They assume a fetal position, rolling out of the bed on the opposite side from the broken lamp. It’s stronger than them, they can’t explain it. All they can think is in and out, in and out. 

B throws the attacker inside of their bathroom, putting a chair under the doorknob to lock it. A thinks they’re running to them when they get to their side and reaches over, but B only moves beyond them to get the phone on top of the other bedside table. A stops, hands still on their waist, feeling as ridiculous as they ever felt. 

And while B calls an emergency, they start crying. 

When A starts feeling something again, they’ve moved to the living room. They have distant memories of the paramedics showing up and the police dragging the assassin from the bathroom, like they happened to someone else. Like they watched it in a movie. 

Everything that has any clarity right now is B’s arms around them. They don’t say anything. They just gently rub their back with one arm, while keeping them close with the other. 

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” A says what they wished they had said earlier tonight, before they were almost murdered and everything. 

B lets out an exasperated laugh. 

“Yeah, you can sleep with me tonight.” 

A is sure they’ll be mortified in the morning, but all of the inhibitions that they normally have don’t seem to be working tonight. For the first time in a long time, there is no excessive thinking. There is only one thing. 

B. 

“Can I sleep with you every night?” 

B looks down, their eyes expressing distant kindness. 

“Come now. I know tonight was scary. But it’s really over now.” 

A clears their throat. They have to say it - or it will choke them just as hard as that assassin did. Only it will be much slower. 

“This is not about tonight.” They say. “It’s about… Us.” 

“Us?” B looks genuinely entertained. 

“You know…” A hesitates for the first time tonight. “Back when we were running after Whumper it seemed… But not… I just… Did I do something wrong? Did I misread the signs?” 

B’s head tilts to the side as they smile. 

“I was just… I wanted to give you time to adjust, is all. I didn’t even know if… Things feel different when our lives are in danger. I just… I didn’t want to take advantage of you.” 

“Advantage of me? I’ve been living here without paying rent for almost a year now. If anyone is taking advantage of anyone, that’s me.” A laughs, a heavy weight lifting from their chest. 

“You know I don’t care about that.” 

The whole world holds their breath as B holds A’s face. Their eyes, oh, their eyes. How many times has A looked into them, looking for signs. And they were there all along. It’s the same as it always was, but it looks so different now. 

B leans over and kisses them. 

And for the second time tonight, A is breathless. But they don’t mind this time at all. 

This has nothing to do with my new fic. It was just an idea I had after finishing a book I was reading. I’ve been trying to get better at comfort since I focus too much on hurt. Hope you like it! 

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