#Give that option to your chained in the basement whumpee

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whumpee who's only given soft water to drink/bathe with.

#pyreprompts #Sourced from a very unfortunate hotel experience #I understand soft water in the shower because the glass door #But the sink too? Sir I just had several drinks at your bar I am thorsty for something that doesn't taste like soap #Too tired to go see if there's a water fountain around the corner #In too much period cramps to fall asleep #Def dehydrated #Don't know if soft water is like actually bad for you or just tastes like shit #Eyes too adjusted to darkness to want to get on my phone to find out #Bad time #Could be solved if water was palatable #Give that option to your chained in the basement whumpee #I say bathe as well because low pressure hotel shower plus soft water equals Bad Sensory Time #How are you supposed to feel clean??? #Whump prompt #whump prompts #whump scenario #whumpee #whump #whump ideas #whumper #Also also can't get over the keurig in the room #Are they expecting guests to put salty soapy water in the machine to make their tea or coffee?? Huh??? #Anyway my point is make your whumpee dring vile tasting water it's so effective

[whumpshaped]

OH MY GOSH????? Utterly obsessed with anxious reader whumpee x writer whumper. Best way to start a Monday morning, will definitely make school more tolerable. If you’d ever want to continue it that’d be awesome! What if whumper whumped them and then wrote stories about it… and even read it aloud to whumpee, look how nice they are! ~🐸

trigger warnings: manipulation, blackmail, threatening to call the cops on whumpee, kidnapping(? definitely false imprisonment-), humiliation, dehumanization, conditioning, ableist language

"Remind me, Pumpkin, what did I say I'd do to you if you showed up?"

"Uh... m-my name is actually-"

"I don't care," Whumper interrupted with a cold smile, making Whumpee stop and just stare at them for a moment before their insecurity took over.

"R-Right... Sorry..." They shifted their weight from one leg to the other, a horrible feeling of anxiety seizing their body. They really found out where this random blogger lived, and then they took the bus alone, without telling anyone.

"What, are you doubting yourself now? You stalked me and turned up absolutely uninvited, with your creepy little request, and now you won't even fucking talk?" Whumper stepped closer, grabbing Whumpee by the shirt before they could flee. They shoved the poor thing against the wall, forcing them to stand on their tiptoes if they didn't want to be choked by their shirt collar. "Do you want to be handcuffed by me or the police, Pumpkin? I'm afraid those are your only two options at this point."

"P-Please don't call the police," they whimpered, biting their lip to keep themself from crying. "Please don't, I- I don't want t-to go to jail..."

"So what do you want?"

"I... You s-said you'd... t-take me as a whumpee, and I want to be a whumpee, I want to be your whumpee, all your stories make me s-so jealous of the characters, and I'd be so good for you..." Once the words started flowing, there was no stopping them. Whumper watched them blabber on and on with a condescending grin, enjoying how flustered Whumpee was.

"Give me your phone," they ordered when they had enough, cutting Whumpee's monologue short.

"M-My phone...?"

"Pumpkin, I don't just need an obedient whumpee, I need one that isn't so fucking slow. For fuck's sake, don't repeat everything I say."

Whumpee's face flushed with embarrassment and they quickly handed over their phone, muttering the password to it without having to be asked. Whumper unlocked it and quickly changed the password to one that only they knew before putting it away in their pocket.

"Down the hall, last door to the left. Get going. And don't make me repeat myself about being slow."

Whumpee nodded and rushed along the corridor, only glancing back once when they heard the click of the lock behind them. They wanted this. They couldn't doubt themself. The ominous last door to the left revealed a dark staircase, one that likely led to the basement of the house. They switched on the lights and swallowed their fears, beginning to descend the creaky wooden stairs before Whumper could've reprimanded them again.

At the bottom of the stairs, however, they couldn't help but stop. It... it was fully furnished. Not like a normal basement, but like a medieval castle dungeon, complete with shackles on the wall and a cage in the corner. There were all sorts of whips and knives along the walls, heavy duty metal chains carelessly left out for everyone to see. Were Whumper's stories-

Whumper suddenly pushed them from behind, and they let out a startled scream as they toppled to the ground. "Don't worry, Pumpkin," they said with a grin that was nothing but worrying. "These are all fresh, clean and brand new. I thought you'd appreciate being my muse more than anyone, and I wanted to make it perfect."

"Y-You- you couldn't have known! You couldn't have known I'd find out where you live, you- you- how did you know...?"

"Oh, poor thing." They tilted their head to the side, faux sympathy dripping from their words. "Don't tell me you thought I leaked my address by accident right after you offered yourself up?"

#the bad scribbles #i'll come back to this and write them actually writing abt whumpee- #i swear- #i hope school was tolerable #writer whumper