Pomegranate stains
Whumpee struggled against the restraints in frustration. Whumper was standing across from them, leaning their body on the wall. They were just observing their new friend who apparently doesn't like to be tied and stared at, which Whumper did just that. The room was filled with the sounds of metal clanking together and Whumpee's heavy breathing.
Whumper sighed as Whumpee eventually stopped their useless attempt to free themselves. They looked at Whumpee straight in the eyes, almost piercing through their souls. Whumpee frowned,
"Stop looking at me like that, you sicko."
Whumper blinked their eyes once at that before continuing staring at Whumpee's pretty eyes. The colour, the eyelashes, the constricted pupils, the lickable— oh, did they say lickable? They might do just that. For as long as they knew, Whumpee's eyes did look delicious to them.
To Whumper, it's the texture. How it could easily roll on their tongue. Whumper would lick it layer by layer, without leaving an inch of the eyeball untouched. The thought of it made them feel…excited.
Whumper walked closer to Whumpee. Their steps were slow and steady, Whumper almost in a trance as they couldn't stop looking at those gorgeous eyes. Whumpee backed away slightly, pushing themselves to the wall. That wasn't long until Whumper pulled on their leg roughly, making Whumpee slide down on the cold floor.
They tried to sit back up again when Whumper straddled their thighs and pushed one hand to their chest. "Get off of me!" Whumpee shouted angrily. They grabbed Whumper's wrist that was holding their chest before their eyes widened in fear upon noticing the look on Whumper's eyes.
Whumper was looking at them with pure lust. The moment Whumpee stopped thrashing around, Whumper leaned down leisurely to their face. They looked at each other's eyes for a few seconds. Whumpee nearly thought that Whumper was going to kiss them. But then Whumper brought his thumb and index finger to Whumpee's eyes. Their eyes got stretched up and down as Whumper tried to keep it open.
"W-what are you doing?! It's hurts—"
"Shh…just relax, okay? Just let me do this to you." Whumper kissed Whumpee's forehead, as if that would make the situation any better for Whumpee.
Whumper looked at Whumpee's eyes for the last time as their breathing got heavier. The moment their tongue made contact with Whumpee's cornea, Whumpee flinched before they screamed in agony. Their legs were kicking uncontrollably as their hands pushed against Whumper's chest.
Whumper didn't budge, not even an inch. If anything, they started licking the eyeball as many times as they could. Their body started feeling hot and bothered from the sensation and pleasure. Whumpee's eye was covered with tears and saliva at this point.
"Stop! Stop! You disgusting…!"
Whumper leaned back slightly while chuckling. They licked their lips as they looked at Whumpee's now red eye. The thought of using their teeth to pull Whumpee's eyes from its sockets ran across Whumper's mind, making them feel aroused again. But they shook their head quickly from that dangerous space of their mind.
Whumper sighed as they looked down at Whumpee, caressing the side of their face.
"Would you be okay, if I took your eyes out?" Whumper asked with a gentle tone. Whumpee stared at them in disbelief.
"Did you…just ask me that?"
Whumper chuckled, "I need your consent, darling…"
"Oh, so you need my consent now?"
Whumper nuzzled Whumpee's neck before asking, "Which one do you prefer? A spoon, my fingers…or my teeth?"
Whumpee swallowed hard. All three of them were bad, and they really didn't want to be blind for the rest of their life. Whumper smiled wickedly,
"Come on darling…! The clock is ticking! You don't want me to choose now, do you?"
Whumpee let out a shaky breath before they started pleading, "Please…I beg you! Let me keep my eyes! Please—"
"Shh…you only beg when I ask you to beg. Now, choose your candy."
Whumpee breakdown crying. "Please…please! I don't want this..! I'm scared!"
Whumper rolled their eyes before they got off of Whumpee and walked upstairs to grab a spoon. They could easily use the right tool but they just wanted to add more on Whumpee's suffering. As soon as Whumper walked into the basement again, they pushed Whumpee's head to the wall.
"W-wait wait! At least do it while I'm unconscious please!"
Whumper smirked before leaned down to whisper into Whumpee's ear,
"But oh darling, I need you to be there to see the result. Now, stay still."
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currently thinking of whumpee who has heart shaped pupils.
- is it magical? broken pupils? something whumper did to them?
- does it hurt? how bad? does it render them blind/visually impaired?
- do they function like normal pupils? as whumpee’s pupils dilate in fear, does whumper taunt them?
- “God, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
this is my first whump prompt list, please be gentle 😭
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I come down to Kane's cell with a blowtorch. I know I could just burn him with the sun or silver, but I want to use the fire. I want to watch his skin boil and melt.
He's probably tied down for this delicate work. I start with his palms and slowly make my way up each finger until his hands are ruined. Then I turn to his neck and the underside of his chin. After that I burn the bottoms of his feet. Maybe force him to stand or walk on them afterwards.
Before I leave I use the torch directly on his eyes <3
cw: torture, burns
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Kane usually can't scream when he's in the sun. The sun beats down on his face, fusing his lips together like melted wax.
He can scream now, and he does. Blood-curdling shrieks of agony ring out, over and over, as the blowtorch's flame caresses his skin.
You move slow, and Kane hates that most of all. At least if you moved faster, it could be over sooner. But no. You hold the blowtorch over each palm, each finger, until the skin is crisp and alight with pain equivalent to the sun.
Over the delicate skin on the underside of his chin, leaving the fire just over his throat until he's gasping for breath.
Down to the soles of his feet, which turn out to be the worst of all when you force him to stand.
Kane obeys, of course. It's always worse when he doesn't obey. Step after agonized step, around in circles in his cell, begging to be allowed to stop as tears stream down his face: quickly stopped when you finish by torching his eyes directly, despite his wailing for mercy.
The only reason it's not as bad as the sun is because at least the blowtorch can only touch one part of him at a time.
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