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whumble-beeee · 8 months

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Whumptember 2023, Day 23

“Is that blood?”

Passing out | Hyperventilating | New scars

The Bee's Whumptember Masterlist

~1010 words

CW: blood, cuts, medical suturing (with needle)

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Blood spurted out from under Caretaker’s fingers as they pushed the curved needle through red and dirt-stained skin. They cursed under their breath and pressed into the fresh wound, squinting to make sure they were pressing in the right place through the blanketing darkness. Whumpee’s fliched and their head shot up.

“What, uh… what’s wrong?” they lulled with dull eyes.

“Shh, Whumpee, quiet please…” Caretaker whispered, wishing they could tear their gaze away from their work to look Whumpee in the eyes. “It’s nothing, just lay back down, keep your heart rate low.”

Whumpee blinked. “Caretaker… We ah, we gotta go. They’ll gonna… They’re gonna catch us.”

Shouting in the distance. A beam of light arked over their heads.

“I know, Whumpee, I know. Just gotta get you patched up first, okay? Then we can run.”

Whumpee nodded and slumped back down, satisfied with Caretaker’s nonsensical plan. As if Caretaker could fix the deep slash running across their calf with needle and string and hope. They’d need an extra dose of prescription-strength miracle for that… Caretaker busied themself with their sewing again as the shouting of their hunters grew louder, and they had to duck down further into the brush.

"Ow!"

"Shh… It's okay Whumpee, it's okay, quiet..." Caretaker stuck another suture through the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding, but they only had basic training. The blood continued to gush down, down, down. Whumpee whimpered and tried to pull their leg away, a fruitless venture considering their current state. They barely even got a twitch in before they stilled again.

"What're… What's happening…"

Caretaker cringed. "Some bad people are looking for us.” They whispered, intentionally dodging the real intent of the inquiry. “They'll find us if you don't shush, so please…"

A small hum sounded from Whumpee's throat as they finally laid their head back down and closed their eyes.

Another stitch. Another. Whumpee twitched and pulled under Caretaker's grasp, but they held their ward still. Blood gushed faster from the wound.

“Caretaker…”

Only the ruffle of the foliage and the light sounds of wildlife rustling about. Boots crunched leaves in the distance.

"Caretaker!"

"Shh!" Caretaker hissed. "Whumpee, it's so important that we're quiet right now, please!"

"What're you doing to me?" Whumpee's voice was suddenly so small. Caretaker froze.

"I'm, uh…" Caretaker stared down again at their blood-soaked hands, the maroon liquid dripping down and soaking into the forest floor. "You have a bit of a cut. We can leave until I make it better. So I'm making it all better."

Whumpeesuddenly shot up stock straight, and Caretaker nearly toppled backward.

"I'm hurt?!"

"No, no, shh, Whumpee, it's okay, you're okay, you’re fine, lay back down!"

Whumpee clawed forward and grasped at Caretaker as the far away crunches of leaves started to close in, shouts ringing throughout the forest that they thought they may have heard something this way.

"Caretaker, I can't, I can't, not again, please don't let them–"

Whumpee's face blanched suddenly as they caught sight of their half-stitched together and gored up leg, thick sticky liquid gushing out between threads spreading tendrils down their entire leg and dyeing the pine straw surrounding them a deep crimson. Caretaker went to reach for Whumpee until they remembered their hands were too covered in the same gore.

Whumpee's breath shuddered. "Is that… is that blood."

Caretaker sat frozen, torn between demanding Whumpee shut up and freezing from all the sudden noises. The beams of light swinging above them were multiplying, slowly but surely lighting up the forest around them. Whumpee's breathing started to become shallow.

"...my blood?"

Caretaker lunged over to Whumpee’s and tucked their arms under their charge’s back to support them as their breathing started to get heavy and fast and loud, chest puffing in and out sporadically as all their muscles seemed to go tense at once and they kicked out as if they could shake the wound off entirely if they swung hard enough

"Shhhh, shh, shh, shh, Whumpee, Whumpee, look at me, look at me, everything's okay, it's okay, you're fine, you’re fine, I promise, you’re okay."

"Not fine. Blood. So much–. Blood! I'm dying! Help! Help me–! Caretaker! Ple-ease I can't– I can't– I ca-a-an't– can't die– I can't die– please don’t–!" Whumpee barely managed to get out the onslaught of words through their ever-increasing shallow breaths, their eyes darting around trying to find safety, only finding Caretaker for a brief moment before panicking away again. Their body trembled violently as they grasped to hold onto anything that they could, littering burning red scratches across Caretaker's arms and back as they pinned Whumpee down.

"Shhh! Shhh, Whumpee you'll be fine but I need you to calm down–"

"Caretaker! Caretaker– I don– I don't – can't– I can't–... don't– Wanna die– die-e-e-e-e please–... please let– lemme go–... please… ple-e-e-ease, please… Ca-aretak…"

Whumpee's eyes started to flutter shut as they stopped dancing around and struggled to focus on anything in particular. Their body fell limp in Caretaker's grasp before violently tensing wholly again, then relaxing again, over and over until Whumpee's body fell fully lax in their arms.

Footsteps crunched barely a rock-skip away, trailing a searchlight methodically raking the ground and waiting patiently for its moment to betray the duo's meager hiding spot. Caretaker gently slapped at Whumpee's face, barely earning a flutter from their eyes as their breathing started evening out.

They cursed softly once again and held Whumpee close to their chest, pushing back as far as they could into the perceived safety of the brush. The boots stomped at the ground just outside where Caretaker and Whumpee had first crashed down.

They set Whumpee back down onto the ground and softly slapped at their face again. No response. So they checked their pulse, their own heartbeat pounding loudly in their ears. The vein pulsed erratically under their fore- and middle-fingers. Caretaker heaved an unsteady sigh of relief.

They very carefully moved back to Whumpee's leg, eyes never leaving the methodical boots as they moved ever closer.

And they continued to sew.

@whumptember

#whumptember2023 #whumptember day 23 #day 23: is that blood #day 23: passing out #day 23: hyperventilating #whump #whump writing #whumpee #whump scenario #caretaker #writeblr #forest whump #me when the story isnt short like i promised I would make it today for the 23rd day in a row:#O-o #literally every day im not joking lol #also just sayin #its gonna be over for y'all once i have time to actually edit my stories properly

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fallenwhumpee · 4 months

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Hello! I’ve been rereading recently some of your stories and I must say that I really like your writing :)

So… if you don’t mind…👉👈 I have a small writing request for you (It’s cliche but I don’t care, cause I love this prompt):

Two characters are given an important task: they should steal something from a well-guarded facility. The thing is, these characters aren’t really doing well together. One of them is a little slimmer and shorter than their partner (they are also the cocky one) and they have to crawl/get into the place where the item is contained. So, the item is successfully stolen, but on the way back, the cocky character gets shot with a drugged dart or something like that. Maybe they don’t really notice at first.

The other character has to carry both the item and their not-feeling-so-well partner :3 Or will they finally use the opportunity and leave that annoying little bastard at the hands of their enemies? It’s up to you :)

Hi Anon! You flatter me <3 And please don't be shy. I love requests! (Also, let's be honest, we all love cliches. It's only a matter if its done well or not. I hope I can be on the former part.) Please enjoy my short try.

Idiot

• Masterlist •

Warnings: Drugging, abandoning.

Whumper was furious.

Whumpee was the most ridiculous, most annoying person ever. Their cockiness knew no bound (Whumper ignored that they sounded like a hypocrite— they always did).

"Are you even listening?" Whumper snarled.

"Yes, well, we have been looking at the plan for hours. It's not changing today, and it definitely won't change when I get in, too." Whumpee smiled arrogantly.

"Don't forget that the disk—"

"The disk is in a cylinder that is covered with a drug that is absorbed through skin, and we don't know what that drug does. I'll keep my gloves on." Whumpee said with a bored voice.

Whumper glared at Whumpee. This attitude was going to he the end of Whumpee. "Yes. Remember it well, idiot, or I'm leaving you there."

Whumpee smirked. Whumper wanted nothing more than wiping that arrogant smile from their face.

In less than five minutes, the black van dropped them a hundred meters away from the building. Whumper moved to the big maintenance tunnel. Though, worryingly, the space got smaller and smaller until Whumper's bulky shoulders started to touch to the sides.

"Here ends your plan," Whumpee chuckled.

"Just shut up and get the flash disk," Whumper grumbled.

Whumpee disappeared from their sight. Meanwhile, Whumper occupied themselves with exploring the other vents— they stopped just over the meeting room. When they realised that it was empty, they opened their computer and disabled the cameras there, connecting to a port as they closed the security system around the cylinder.

"Ugh. This place is so filthy." Whumpee whined.

"Stay focused." Whumper returned.

"Can't you be more understanding?" Whumpee snarled as an opening sound came. "I'm in. Just need a password."

Whumper hacked into the system again, from backdoor they left this time. It took a few minutes to find where it was stored and another few minutes to crack.

When footsteps came, Whumper left the security system as they used the table as a step stool and got back into the vent, closing the grille. Whumper let out a nervous breath when the room filled with people, but no one remarked on a change.

"Perfect." Whumpee grumbled.

"What happened?"

"The otomatic glass on the cylinder closed, and now my right glove is stuck under it. You did a perfect job, Whumper."

"It's not my fault that I had to disconnect. I'm not getting caught for your sake. And stop whining. You can get out with one glove."

Whumper heard a sigh before they heard Whumpee climb back to the vents. They meet in the middle, Whumpee carrying the cylinder in their gloved hand. They left the cylinder on the floor as they slumped and leaned to the wall of the vent.

"See? It's not a big deal." Whumper said through their gritted teeth.

"That glass could chop my fingers!" Whumpee shouted.

Whumper immediately closed their mouth, voices under them continuing to chatter undisturbed.

Whumper took the cylinder, pushing it to Whumpee's chest and snarling a shut up. Whumpee held the item with both hands before taking it with their right hand and crawling after Whumper.

They went in silence for a while before Whumper was pulled by their leg to demand attention.

"What's it again?"

Whumpee was staring at them, eyes glassy and dazed. Whumper immediately took the cylinder and helped Whumpee to lay down.

"I told you so." They murmured as Whumpee lifted their hand and failed to hold it. Whumper swore. "I'm not carrying y—"

The ground of the vent couldn't carry their weight.

Whumper groaned as they blinked, their body aching, especially their head. Whumpee was lying on the floor, unmoving.

A loud alarm wailed.

Whumper didn't think. They had told Whumpee that they would leave Whumpee there.

They grabbed the cylinder and ran.

#hi im not dead #whump #whump writing #ask #tw drugging #abandoned

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moons-cozy-corner · 1 year

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It's Necessary

Holy crud its been MONTHS and I havent posted ANYTHING but IM BACK and with some whumpy sustenance for you!

TW: unskillful attempt at healing, restraints, mention of torture/implied past torture, crying, blood (as always, tell me if I've missed something!)

Whumper missed again, the cotton swab hitting only air as Whumpee squirmed once again out of their reach, falling onto their side this time. This had been going on for ten minutes now, and Whumper was getting seriously tired of it.

Instead they took a deep breath, grabbing the other by the ropes that bound their wrists and pulling them into a seated position again. You’d think Whumpee would just stay still, considering the couch was way softer than the old mattress was.

Whumpee eyed them, glared at them, as they reached for the peroxide, dabbing a bit more on the cotton swab before turning back to Whumpee. The poor thing had blood crusted in their hair, splattered all over their face and shirt. The bruises on their face weren’t even Whumper’s doing; Whumpee had fallen hard on the floor from struggling so hard, and couldn’t even put their hand in front of them to save themself.

"Can't you stay still for one minute? You really are stretching this out, Whumpee."

"Oh, I'm the one dragging this out?" Whumpee scoffed, dodging another of Whumpers attempts to help them. "And how long have you kept me here? Fucking over my life for something that isn't even my fault!" Tears now. Great. Just what Whumper needed.

Whumper groaned, throwing down the first aid supplies and standing, bringing Whumpee up with them. "You're nothing but an ingrateful piece of shit!" The entire room echoed with the thud of Whumpee's head banging off of the hardwood floor. Shit.

Whumper fell to the ground at their captives side, pulling them up slowly. The other let out a choked sob, tears falling from their unblinking eyes. "Whumpee, I'm..." No. This was their prisoner, not their friend. "Get up. If you're refusing treatment then we're going to continue."

Their gazes locked. "N- Whumper, please. Please, I'll stop being difficult. I don't want more, no more!" The whining was impossibly loud in the near empty room. Abandoned houses were meant to be quiet.

Whumper scowled, dragging the sobbing bleeding mess behind them as they walked back to the torture room. "Should have thought o' that before pissing me off." They threw Whumpee into the room before slamming the door. Whumper refused to enter with them. They kept telling themself it was necessary, that doing this was for the betterment of so many others. If they could just get what they needed…

But it had been months. Whumper sank to the floor with their back against the door to Whumpee’s room. Their chest racked with silent sobs, invisible tears tore down their cheeks. All they needed was to lure out Villain, or to get an answer out of Whumpee. But it was getting harder to believe Whumpee knew anything, and the hope that any of this would help was becoming hopeless.

Whumper knew that Villain deserved to deal with the loss of a child. That Whumpee should die just to make Villain suffer. That was what they’d believed, why they’d never stopped. But now…

A weak thud sounded from the door. “S-sir, please. Let me- lemme out… please, help me, I- I'm sorry, Sir, please-" A sob echoed the space around Whumpers head, that of their captors and nearly one of their own following. What would that make of Whumper, that they would cry at this? Weak. They can't give up their mission.

They wiped away their tears and stood. "If I let you out, you will let me tend to your wounds. One more slip-up from you today and-and... well let's hope it doesn't come to that." As Whumper pulled the door slowly open Whumpee fell to the floor. There were beads of sweat, tears, and blood running all over their cheeks. It was pitiful; it made Whumpee look like a-

Whumper sighed. "C'mon, kid, let's get you cleaned up."

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#writeblr #writing community #writing #my writing #whump #whumpee #whump prompt #whump writing #writers on tumblr #carewhumper #defiant whumpee #tw captivity #tw restraints #whumpblr #villain

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caligodude · 1 year

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today i met a monster [1] [first meeting]

my first attempt at writing whump stuff, please be gentle with criticism. i just wanted to write some monster hunter x monster stuff.

notes

this is a reader insert story. i will not be using "whumper" and "whumpee" as names in this because i want to call the characters something different. i will be using y/n sometimes (y/n means "your name" so imagine your own name in the place of y/n). this will probably suck, i am a new writer and new to whump. there will not be any sexual content in this story.

trigger warnings

lady whumper, kidnapping, drugging (via syringe), restraints, torture, body horror, foul language, dehumanization, guilt tripping, organ trafficking, identity crisis, amnesia, bystanders, you're kinda sorta dead sorry, captivity whump(?) (does this even count? the whumpee is going to be treated like an object more than a pet)

let me know if i need to add more warnings

It was late into the night when your shift ended. A woman had lingered by the light of the shop even after you closed the doors and shooed the last customers out. After finishing the last bit of cleaning you exited, only to have her stop you.

"Excuse me." She said, her voice was extremely low and soft. "Could you walk me to my car? There's this creepy guy and..." She trailed off and pointed down the street.

Sure enough, there was a man standing under a streetlamp in the direction she pointed. There had been a sudden spike of missing pets and a few missing people in the area, many suspected it was the work of a concealed monster. You were wary of her, being that she was a stranger, but you didn't want to leave her to fend for herself.

"Of course I will" You replied without a second thought.

Something felt off as you approached her car. The "creepy" man hadn't seemed to be paying much attention to you both as you walked away, and the stranger had been hanging around your shop all day. Couldn't she have gotten another customer to help her? Why didn't she leave when it was still light out? Your train of thought is abruptly interrupted when your forehead connects with glass. She had slammed your head into her car window. What. The. Fuck? You were too dazed to react before she shoved a syringe into your neck, and whatever was in it took effect almost immediately. Everything around you seemed to oscillate between jarringly close and worryingly far. You could just barely register the sound of her cursing as she struggled to lift you into her trunk. Then everything went black.

The strange woman let herself sink into her couch after todays accomplishment. She pulled out her phone and began tapping away at the screen.

Stranger: today i met a monster. a real rare one! i caught it off guard tonight.

???: woah congrats🥳🎈

???: u think its the one that's been causing trouble?

Stranger: im 99% positive it is. ill send you the link to the species info

Stranger: [link]

???: holy shit ur gonna be rich

???: also that explains why its been able to get away with so much recently

???: can i stop by and see it? those things are borderline extinct

Stranger: 💸💸💸 yay

Stranger: and yeah come by next weekend

Stranger: brb im going to check on it

???: 👋

You awoke in a dimly lit room, assuming it was a basement based on the presence of stairs that only led up. You were naked, laying on your side with your arms chained behind your back and your neck encased in a heavy metal collar with a 6 foot chain running from it to a wall. The only thing separating you from the cold concrete floor was a stained light grey tarp you were laid atop. Despite your lingering grogginess, you attempted to sit up. After a few dizzy attempts you succeeded. Suddenly, a black and scaly creature darted into your peripherals. You screamed and threw yourself back, only to realize the "creature" was attached to you... It was your tail? You quickly glanced over the rest of your body to find that the black scales weren't exclusive to your unfamiliar appendage. You screamed more.

A door opened at the top of the stairs and Stranger emerged.

"What the hell did you do to me!?" You screamed at her.

She pulled up a chair and sat just out of your reach. "You must be so confused." Her voice was still low, but all the previous softness was replaced with a much scarier edge. "I gave you a little something to inhibit your camouflage abilities. What you're seeing is all you."

You lunge at her but aren't able to do anything with the collar and chain keeping you inches away from her. "What the fuck are you talking about!? You kidnapped me! I don't understand... Why are you doing this to me?" You hung your head and began to sob.

Stranger scoffs. "Look at me" She's holding something, its your ID. "This is (Y/N)'s ID. (Y/N) is presumably dead because of you. I don't know where you've stashed your victims bodies but the police will find them soon" She says while glaring at you.

You stare her in the eyes, even more confused.

"Listen, you're not (Y/N). You're a memorshifter. You're nothing but a monster. When your kind finds a suitable victim, you kill them, take their appearance, and take a good bulk of their memories, conveniently forgetting you're actually a monster until its time to feed. Such a disgusting way of life." She growls the last part.

You sit there and shake silently. Your life as you know it has been a lie. You're nothing but a monster, and she... "I'm officially a monster hunter now thanks to you. You're my first ever catch." ...And she is a monster hunter.

You have no rights or protections, not even the ones protecting mere animals from inhumane treatment. The law permits humans to kill monsters on sight. You have nowhere to go even if you did escape. You're completely at her mercy, and nobody is going to save you. She gets up to leave, looking back at your sobbing frame before she leaves the basement.

"Just remember, everything bad that will happen to you from this point forward is completely deserved." She states before flicking off the only light in the basement and slamming the door.

You are alone with the dark and your thoughts.

lore notes

memorshifters are vaguely humanoid. they always have dark colored scales, a tail, bright colored irises and sclera + slit pupils, sharp claws on fingers and toes, pointed elf like ears, dark horns that grow backward and downward (like a domestic goat), a muzzle that protrudes from its face a little, and sharp rows of teeth. they are an extremely rare type of monster. they have no sexual dimorphism beyond genitalia. they reproduce sexually then parasitically, placing their eggs near the living space of a suitable host they do not have mammary glands (they appear to have them if impersonating anything that has them). they can properly impersonate any animals over 20 lbs

stranger has been trying to catch a monster for years. even though this is her first time catching one, its not her first time "working on" one. she is in her 20s and used to work under another monster hunter in her teens. she has a heavy distaste for monsters and thinks of them as lower than animals

monsters are not common but theyre still a problem. monster hunters are rewarded for catching monsters, they are also allowed to do whatever they please to what they catch. monster hunters collaborate with law enforcement in situations where monster may or may not be involved. you need a license to hunt monsters.

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i dont know where im going with this story haha. i think there is something delightfully cruel about a monster suffering the consequences of being a monster even though they cant control themselves and didnt even ask to be born as a monster. im going to start writing the next chapter as soon as i publish this. let me know if you like or dislike this.

#whumplr #whump writing #whump #monster whumpee #monster hunter whumper #pet whump #dehumanization #whump community #whump blog #reader insert #monster whump

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pumpkin-spice-whump · 10 months

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yellow! its me again!! its much earlier now than the last time i messaged here😗 (though it is still admittedly late🤡) i think i am going to sleep soon but i wanted to tell you that i had begun reading your story for Kensington!

i am currently at Bonfire (i think that was the name? im sorry if i butchered or mistaken it for other fics i have been reading😖) and like your stories for Jesse, Kensington's story is also incredibly painful to read😭

i think its the fact that unlike Jesse, Kesi has (arguably) even less dignity as his status as an ouright slave rather than at least a pet or boxboy coupled by the fact he also has (definitively? at least in my interpretation) much much less external reason/s to continue struggling and living (i guess there is Miss Ashley🥺 but Jesse at least got to spend so much more time with the three sweet Bakeman daughters)(i dont want to spoil much to not ruin the others' experience)

i know the two squishy whumpees arent exact copies of each other but i still find it so deliciously heartwrenching that Jesse is much more submissive mostly in part because of the bbu brainwashing or mind/memory wiping (i think this is common in bbu whump so i think its okey for me to mention it explicitly?) while Kensi who (i understand/interpret) was born and raised and lived his whole life as a slave is much more stubborn and defiant.

again i apologize if im missing or misinterpreting something also i know i cant or at least maybe shouldnt draw direct parallels between the two because theyre from two similar but still different worldbuildings with their own set of messed up rules and hiarchies.🤸‍♂️💔

again again it is late and i hope to fix my sleep schedule soon so i can read your works and message you when my braincells can organize my brain goop into something more coherent. i really hope you understand that all this word vomit is laced with love🤕💗

-💌

When i tell you that yesterday and today's asks both made my crappy days instantly better --

First of all thank you so much for reading both of my boys' stories and I'm so glad you like them

Yes, Jesse is extremely submissive in part because of the brainwashing WRU does, but also because Joshua was like that too. His dad passing away when he was younger gave him pretty severe OCD and anxiety that made Josh an unassuming, nervous boy, so his already quiet disposition was only worsened when coupled with the torture he had to face. One thing that always stuck with him though is his protectiveness over those he cares about. WRU did not give that to him, that was just Jesse.

Kensington's story takes place in a different universe where they do have a slavery system where slaves are born and raised that way. I like that you mentioned that Kensi is more stubborn and jaded, because that was not how I meant for him to turn out originally! I meant for him to be more submissive like Jesse, but the more I wrote the angrier Kensington got until I really came to a head in his story (can't wait for you to read the next few parts!)

Never apologize for analyzing my characters! I live for it, and I actually appreciate you drawing parallels between these two. They may be from different worlds, but they both come from me and I enjoy seeing them compared to one another actually! We're to a point in both stories that I have been very excited to come to and this gave me the motivation to keep writing!

(Sorry if my response doesn't make sense or isn't what you were looking for!)

#get some sleep! its 9 am here but get some sleep!#thank you #asks #jesse asks #kensi asks

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shywhumpauthor · 2 years

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No. 19, 20 and 22 ( ayyyy only answer if you're comfortable with this ) for dearest Oakley !

Mmm good soup

19. What makes you sad?

Oakley sighed, their fingers tightening around the knife they were using to cut up little carrots.

"Thinking about my family," They mumbled, chopping another thin slice of the home grown vegetable. They had spent all summer maintaining the garden, waiting for the fruits and vegetables to grow and ripen.

20. Describe your biggest pet peeve.

"My biggest pet peeve?" Oakley pursed their lips, as they scooped the cut carrots into their hands, before dumping them into a big pot that hung over a small fire.

"When people wear shoes inside the house," They answered, as they picked up a large wooden spoon, and began to stir the pot.

"I always have to sweep up afterwards, it takes up a lot of time," Oakley frowned, their fingers flexing around the spoon.

22. What’s the easiest way to flirt with you?

"Oh, I, uh," Oakley's cheeks flushed pink in the light of the fire. The spoon nearly slipped from their grip. "I, uh, I really don't know," They admitted, their head dipping slightly in shame.

"I've never really, um, really thought about things like that," Oakley shook their head, the bandanna that was tied around their head keeping their hair back as they cooked.

"I don't have time for romance, or whatever. It's only my work..." Oakley swallowed uncomfortably, as they stirred the pot

"I guess, if I uh, had to answer... if they just talk to me," Oakley sighed deeply, the color slowly fading from their face. "If they don't treat me like, well, like a slave."

"Just talking to me normally... yeah," They muttered.

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jordanstrophe · 3 years

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heyaaa...im gonna call myself dot...i call myself dot sometimes...in real life...cuz it sounds better than [[[i]]]... or [[[my]]]...

anyway...could i have some content of...a whumpee getting humiliated in...some way??? hope i don’t ask too much...but your work is really nice...and fun to read... :DDD

Aww, I love the name Dot! I've never wrote humiliation before... so I hope this is was good enough! (oops, it turned into a full story)

Masterlist

CW: Medieval whump, public whipping,��slavery, adopted by royalty,(caretaker) manhandling, noncon stripping (mild, nonsexual), bound

The thick coarse rope had long rubbed Whumpee's wrists raw, forcing them on their knees hooked to a pole in the middle of the town for all to witness. Whumpee choked back a sob when the last strike met their back.

There... 20 lashes. The punishment their master had given them for accidently dumping a bucket of water. The last time it was for breaking their cane...

... And 'accidentally' setting fire to master's apron.

They felt the ropes cut away as they collapsed to their chest. "Get up." Master spat, kicking their ribs. Whumpee scrambled to their feet, letting master grab their arm as they drug them home with their head down in shame.

When a slave messed up, the owner was liable. If a slave had obvious signs of punishment, it was a sign of disobedience. Whumpee was always covered in whip marks and burns, hearing people comment on what a handful they must be, and what a shame their master couldn't teach them any better.

They were thrown in the corner with coal dusting the floor. Master returned to work in the forge as if nothing had happened, grumbling about the burn holes still in their apron.

"The king is returning home today, and this is how you're going to look!? It's embarrassing." They spat. "Forgive me... Master." Whumpee whispered, collapsing their head in the corner from exhaustion, biting their lip to hold in a whimper in pain.

The entire town gathered in the roads, making a perfect split down the middle in anticipation of their king's return. Whumpee wore a baggy tan shirt hiding their punishment as they skittishly stood by their master, who stood tall and proud.

"There he is! Our majesty has returned! Hail to the king!''

"Hail to the king!" The crowd chanted in unison. The carriage was lined in elegant golden detail, covered in purple material drawn by two strong horses. Whumpee’s eyes lit up in fascination, hoping for once in their life they could get just a glance at his majesty.

Just when the carriage was about to pass, two hands slammed against Whumpee’s back, they gasped from the pressure on their wounds as they fell forwards, slamming into the mud right in front of the carriage.

“Woah!” Someone yelled, halting the horse's foot stomps just inches from Whumpee’s cowering form. The crowd gasped as all eyes stared at them. Whumpee struggled to pull themselves from the mud onto their knees with a daze.

“WHO DARES DEFY THE KING?!” A soldier barked, approaching Whumpee with a hand on their sword. “I-! I am so sorry! I- I d-don’t know what happened, please! It was an accident!” Whumpee pleaded, their arms already defensively shielding their face.

“What is this? Some ruse to delay his royal majesty? Perhaps a distraction for an ambush!” The guard accused, their eyes instantly widened when Whumpee’s sleeve fell off their shoulder, reviling the whip marks on their back. Whumpee yelped when their shirt was torn right off their back, they caught the shredded material that fell, holding it against their chest.

“I knew it! A slave...” They hissed, unsheathing their sword as Whumpee whimpered. “Please wait! There’s been a mistake! I mean no harm-”

“HALT!” A voice boomed, the guard froze, the entire crowd went silent at the order. The carriage opened as a man dressed in purple robes, a golden crown on his head with a jeweled staff in hand exited.

“My king! Please, you must remain in the carriage! It isn’t safe!”

“Silence, soldier! I will be the judge here.” The king spoke, their gaze trailing down to Whumpee’s petrified gaze. “Who owns this slave!?” The king called throughout the crowd. Only silence answered.

Master clenched their fists, the color long had drained from their face. Clearly someone was trying to get them into hot water through the means of their slave... The price to pay for having a rival blacksmith moving in nearby...

As handy as their slave was, it was better the slave's head than their own.

The king sighed at the silence, turning their eyes back down to Whumpee. “Tell me, child, what happened here?” He asked. Whumpee was at a loss for words, lowering their eyes to the king's heel, seeing they had gotten muddy from the road.

“I-... I fell... Please fo-forgive me, your m-majesty, I mean no trouble.” Whumpee pressed their forehead into the ground, not caring for the mud now coding their face. The king's brow raised as they studied the lashes. “What did you do to earn yourself those marks?”

Whumpee gulped, pulling their ripped shirt tighter against their chest. “I sp-spilled a bucket of water, your majesty.” They rasped.

Then they heard a chuckle. A chuckle that came from the king himself as their blood ran cold. “Soldier, get this slave into my carriage. I want them.”

“What?” The guard gasped.

“What!?” Whumpee gasped.

“WHAT!?” Their master gasped, instantly slapping a hand over their lips.

“And make haste! Tell the servants in the castle to run a bath immediately when we return. Then fetch the best apothecaries within the kingdom to patch them up.” The king waved, climbing back into the carriage.

Whumpee gasped when they were yanked to their feet by their arm. The door swung open as they were picked up and set onto the cushion seats. They were as soft as silk against their trembling legs, Whumpee didn’t dare lean back to spare getting mud and filth all over it. When they glanced up, they found they were sitting just inches across from the king, who silently watching them with a smile.

“Ready to go home, dear?” He asked, pulling a handkerchief folded in their robes and dabbed the the mud from Whumpee's cheek

Whumpee respectful kept their eyes low, their hands shaking folded in their lap. The king's touch was gentle and soft, the most delicate they had ever been touched.

“Yes... My lord.”

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All you need to do is scream

Azradel has a real bad habit of not shutting up, and it’s finally going to bite him in the ass. Tags: Nonhuman whumpee (glass demon), Nonhuman whumper (devil), defiant whumpee, stubborn whumpee, shirtless whumpee (nonsexual), restrained whumpee, stress position (at the start), threat of dislocating and breaking wings, melting and breaking skin made of glass, dry ice is used against hot glass skin, branding i think?????? (imprint is made on glass skin), whumpee chokes on his own screams then his own blood, wings are cracked like glass, temperature whump, neck wound (ends up getting healed), whumper is whumping as a job and not as a passion, whumpee passes out ((ask to tag!))

Main Characters (click names for visual reference): Azradel (warning for suggestive art) (he/him, mon/monster, it/its, and that/that), Azen (color reference) (he/him but doesn’t care) Art credit: Azradel and Azen art is by me, Azen’s color reference is using Baydew’s avatar v2 picrew (which atm is down, so im linking their twitter)

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Azradel stared at the door, the only light in the room came from under it and from his own eyes. He had been sitting on his heels for at least an hour at this point, the heat in this place softening his glass skin paired with the heavy iron chains that tied his arms behind his back and his wings shut certainly didn’t make it any easier. He was hurting but he’d be damned if he was going to admit it. He grinned as he heard the doorknob moving and then the door opening to reveal Azen, the devil of this hell. “It’s about time I was starting to think you forgot about me!” Azen flipped the light on before moving over to a table to set some things down. “I did.”

“Ouch, that hurts more than these chains digging into me.” Azradel’s smile made it more than clear that he wasn’t being serious. He paused, expecting a reply but he was a bit confused when he didn’t get one. He chuckled “What? Are you giving me the cold shoulder?” The devil pauses for a moment before he smiles “You know… That’s not actually a bad idea.” “What?”

He opens a small container and looks in it for a moment before closing it again with a hum. He walks over to Azradel “Today’s rule is simple, Azradel. All you need to do is scream for everything to stop.” Azradel looks Azen up and down before giving a very monotone low effort “Aaaaaaaaaaa” Azen stares down at him for a moment before quickly delivering a kick to the demon’s side, sending him sliding across the ground. “I never cared much for you being such a smart ass.” Azradel gritted his teeth “and I never cared much for being treated like a soccer ball so I guess we’re both at a loss here.”

Azen walks over to him and uses his hoof to roll Azradel onto his stomach and then plants his hoof on to the demon’s lower back. He used his free hand to undo the chains just on his wings. “Put your wings away.” “Fuck you” He grabs one of his wings and starts to bend it against the direction of the joint “Put them away before I dislocate every joint in them and break every bone.” Azradel bit his tongue to hold back a hiss as he felt the joint already threatening to pop out, he made his wings disappear leaving Azen’s hand empty. Even though he wanted to leave them out just to spite him self preservation was a hell of a thing.

“Good.” Azen looked away for just a moment to throw the chains off to the side, however the moment he looked away Azradel brought his wings out for just long enough to smack him with them. He could feel the demon snickering under his hoof and it angered him. He moves his hoof and places it right between his shoulder blades, heat flooding to it as he pushes down. He watches as Azradel’s skin turns from white with blue scarring to red and then to bright orange. He managed to get a pained grunt out of him, however his hands tensing and trying to claw at their restraints told Azen plenty. Azradel glares up at him “Is that.. All you got? A little heat? Come on Azen! This is hell! There’s heat everywhere!” Azen leans down, using his chest to press down on his knee to further drive it into the demon’s back “Tell me, Azradel. If I push my hoof down into your back enough and then cool it down, would it leave an imprint?” “Only one way to find out!” Azradel essentially taunts him Azen hums before he stands up, keeping his hoof on Azradel’s back. He opens the container, throwing the lid of it over to the chains as a vapor starts to roll out of it. He applied more pressure onto his back until he saw his glass skin turn a bright yellow. “It’s truly a shame you don’t know how to shut up.” He takes his hoof off and pours the container's contents into the spot where his hoof just was. Azradel was about to make a retort as he feels the hoof leave his back but before anything could come out he felt a sharp stinging painful cold as the dry ice and water makes contact with his back, quickly resulting in a loud cracking and shattering sound that shot waves of stabbing and splitting pain all through him. His eyes shot wide open as did his mouth, a scream tried to leave but all that came out was choking sounds. Adrenaline didn’t have time to try to numb the pain to kick him into fight or flight, and there was no way in hells he could’ve braced himself for that.

Azen just watched as the dry ice started to turn to gas as shatter esc cracks spread across azradel’s back, blood quick to fill the cracks and to mix with the now starting to warm water. He uses his magic to switch the container that was still on the table and the now emptied one, he took his time opening this one and throwing its lid off to the side as well. He poured only until another piece of dry ice came out of it, wanting to save the rest for repeating this with a fresh molten area. He grins “What happened, Azradel? Cat got your tongue? Dog lost his bite?”

Azradel couldn’t hear what the devil was saying, the sounds of his own skin cracking and breaking, his heart pounding in his ears, and his lungs wheezing trying to get a scream out was all too loud for him to be able to hear. Tears were freely flowing from his eyes as he squeezed him shut as if it would do anything to stop the pain. As the cracks went deeper his wings came out, he couldn’t focus on trying to keep them put away any longer. Much to his very quick regret and the cracking quickly climbed them as well. He felt Azen’s hoof go right between his shoulder blades and apply more pressure and slowly starting to reapply heat Azen looks down as his hoof resting in the new imprint in Azradel’s back “Turns out, it will.” He looked back to Azradel’s face and frowned. He started to press down and apply heat to his back once again as he reached down and grabbed a handful of the demon’s hair and yanked it back to get a better look at his face “What’s wrong, Azradel? Is it too much?” he mocked sympathy “All you need to do is scream.”

Azradel was able to try to focus long enough to hear what was said after his head was yanked back by his hair. If he could, he would be glaring right now. He tried to scream but he couldn’t, all he could get out was choking sounds. Azen shrugs before letting go of the demon’s hair, letting his head drop as he stands back up and continues applying further heat to his back. This time he couldn’t wait for it to get as bright as before, taking his hoof off once he saw the glass skin was orange once again, and just like before he poured more dry ice and cold water right onto it.

The cracks ran further across his back and wings, but now they climbed his neck and wrapped around it. What Azen couldn’t see was the cracks were deep enough to reach his throat. Soon the choking sounds that came out instead of screaming, became actual choking as his own blood started to leak into his throat.

Azen didn’t notice anything was wrong at first, he grew angrier as he thought Azradel was making any sound other than a scream. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done it just to spite him. He grabs the demon’s shoulder and yanks him upright so he would be sitting up, he was about to say something but that’s when the dripping blue blood on Azradel’s throat caught his attention. “Shit.” he muttered under his breath as he wraps his hand around the front of the demon’s neck and started to heat it up.

Luckily he already knew from Azradel’s past injuries that he would just need to heat it up enough for it to almost be molten and hold it until it cooled down to stop the bleeding. It wouldn’t stop the pain but it would at least stop him from bleeding out. He still mentally scolded himself for going too far, he was just supposed to torture demons, not make them feel like they’re dying again and definitely not kill them. He opens his mouth to say something but is once again stopped, this time due to Azradel slumping back as he finally passes out. He gritted his teeth as he catches the demon and carefully laid him back, not removing his hand from his throat as he was trying to not heat it up too fast. “Luci’s going to have my hide for this one” he mutters to himself under his breath.

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April 2022 prompt event list

Are you wondering what Prompt Events and new Promptlists are active this month? Whether you're looking for something to join (or if you are just looking to browse through their promptlists for your own creative inspiration needs), here's a quick list of the current active prompt events running for April 2022.

And if you know any others that you think should be on here, drop me the info in the askbox!

April 2022 prompt lists:

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month events with lists:

fandom or character focused:

Webpril 2022 - (inspired by Spiderman) https://webpril.tumblr.com/post/679923661211385856/webpril-2022-prompt-list - to join in during the event: Peter Parker Spiderman needs to be a main character

zaundads bingo 2022 (inspired by League of Legends TV show Arcane (2021) https://arcanefandomweek.tumblr.com/post/679441145781157888/april-2022-zaundads-bingo-cards-this-is-the - to join in during the event: it must focus on the ship Vander x Silco

MariBat Arrow April / Arrownette April 2022 - (inspired by Arrowverse) https://maribat-calendar-events.tumblr.com/post/672229112937578496/maribat-arrow-april-2022 - to join in during the event: focused on "any member of the Arrow team" [which is a section of the DC comics fandom if you aren't already familiar with the term]

Error April 2022 - (inspired by Undertale) https://queenseneca.tumblr.com/post/678823073153269760/dont-know-if-this-already-exists-so-if-it-does

wawangstpril 2022 [whump-a-woman angst april - for female centric angst and whumping] https://whumpawoman.tumblr.com/post/679071648356401152/prompts - to join in during the event: it needs to have a female/non-male whumper or whumpee in it

Even the prompts are fandom specific:

April Tolkien Challenge 2022 - (Lord of The Rings places, characters, moments, etc) https://luna-writes-stuff.tumblr.com/post/678644829839818752/i-am-inviting-all-authors-and-artists-who-love

Arkumatized April 2022 - (Miraculous Ladybug characters) https://akumatizedapril.tumblr.com/post/680080236865585152/akumatized-april-starts-soon-super-excited-to

not fandom specific:

agony april 2022 - https://agonyapril2022.tumblr.com/post/679026087289896960/prompts-are-out

artchive atomic april 2022 (inspired by fallout themes) - https://thefalloutartchive.tumblr.com/post/679794202408796162/welcome-to-atomic-april-2022-im-proud-to-present - to join in during the event: open to all and there seem to be no requirements other than using one of the prompts.

escapril 2022 - poetry focused - https://www.instagram.com/letsescapril/ promptlist: https://www.instagram.com/p/CakELTisKpS/ rules: https://www.instagram.com/p/CakL9O3M2sZ/ - to join in the event: poetry is the focus but other prose, flash fiction etc is also welcomed.

angstpril 2022 - https://chaos-company.tumblr.com/post/677441453727924224/angstpril-2022-hi-everyone-its-that-time-of-year

Winston & Friends April Art Challenge 2022 - (inspired by Winston & Friends but open to any fandom) https://ambermarkoto.tumblr.com/post/680086617810141184/heres-the-2022-winston-friends-prompt-list NaPoWriMo list by Amorette - (inspired by National Poetry Writing Month) - https://mercuriian.tumblr.com/post/680105061915017216/prompts-for-napowrimo-feel-free-to-tag-me-in# Wizard April 2022 - (inspired by general themes of witches, wizards, magic, etc. Any fandom or even with no fandom at all.) https://nathsketch.tumblr.com/post/680261406000611328/are-you-ready-here-are-the-prompts-one-last

Capypril 2022 - (inspired by capybara animals, but used for anything. Art centric.) https://capydoodle.tumblr.com/post/680261477640323072/capypril-begins-today-or-tomorrow-depending-on DCMKEmoti ‘s Prompts for April 2022 - (a mix of picture, word and dialogue prompts on this list.) https://dcmkemoti.tumblr.com/post/680427359411830784/prompts-for-april-2022

weeks:

Nyx Week 2022 - [march 27 - april 2] (inspired by FFXV and Kingsglaive Hero, Nyx Ulric ) https://calling4glaives.tumblr.com/post/679298146098200576/a-reminder-about-the-rules-is-under-the-cut-or-in - to join in during the event: rules are here https://calling4glaives.tumblr.com/FAQ although the official focus is centered around "Kingsglaive Hero, Nyx Ulric"

Analogical Week 2022 - [april 3 - april 9] (inspired by Sanders Sides, Logan/Virgil] https://analogicalweek.tumblr.com/post/670649054796169216/analogical-week-returns-this-event-will-be

AmeLiet Week 2022 - [april 10 - 16] - (inspired by America/Lithuania (Hetalia) ) https://amelietweek.tumblr.com/post/680314558539300864/ameliet-week-2022-prompts-preview - to join in during the event: rules are here https://amelietweek.tumblr.com/rules and the official focus is centered around America/Lithuania (Hetalia)

Kidge Week 2022 - [april 15 - april 22] - (inspired by Voltron: Legendary Defender) https://s1lverpaladin.tumblr.com/post/680554301435871232/kidge-week-2022-april-15th-april-22nd

sonaze week 2022 - [april 24 - april 30] (inspired by Sonic fandom ) https://promptrepository.tumblr.com/post/678471476415987712/our-2022-prompts-have-arrived-sonaze-week-will - to join in during the event: rules are here https://sonazeweek.tumblr.com/rules

not-events:

April prompt challenge - just a nice prompt list that was put together for April. Seems to be open to all fandoms, etc. https://chrisbitchtree.tumblr.com/post/679443466905894912/april-prompt-challange

April alphabet challenge - just a nice prompt list. Based around the alphabet so only 26 prompts (although the few extra days could be treated as free slots or filled in from other prompt lists as desired). Seems to be open to all fandoms, etc. https://alphabetchallenge.tumblr.com/post/677975863451697152/april-alphabet-challenge

yexie’s April Writing Prompts -https://yexie.tumblr.com/post/680195432101609472/in-order-to-get-back-into-the-writingfan-content

April Photo Challenge 2022 - (inspired for photography or poetry but open to anything) https://authormarialberg.tumblr.com/post/680179006162812928/blogging-from-a-to-z-challenge-theme

deity-prompts's April Writing Challenge 2022 - https://deity-prompts.tumblr.com/post/680268571153203200/swooning-come-find-me-a-very-sour-fruit Matthew’s April Prompts 2022 - https://matthew-does-random-things.tumblr.com/post/680308710484148224/april-prompts-2022 zazuprompts’s April 2022 - https://zazuprompts.tumblr.com/post/680308624109748224/tip-the-mod-picture-id-under-the-cut-id-a Xe’s Apraladin - https://xenofg6.tumblr.com/post/680339875277471745/i-made-a-prompt-list-for-april-have-at-it-if-ya Pisceswriterofwords’s April Prompts 2022 https://pisceswriterofwords.tumblr.com/post/680327581354065920/april-prompts-golden-water-shiny-warmth-ripples Between-Stars-and-enterprise’s 30 prompts for 30 days promptlist: https://between-stars-and-enterprise.tumblr.com/post/680082582888660992/the-list-of-themes-i-would-use-for-30-days30 classicryo‘s Faepril 2022 list - (smaller list spread over the whole month, to give more time with less pressure while working on it) https://classicryo.tumblr.com/post/680527023952871424/this-is-my-prompts-sheet-for-faepril-tag-me-if Artpromptcal’s Art Prompts April 2022 - (art focused but the prompts are multipurpose) https://artpromptcal.tumblr.com/post/679310948778098688/april-2022-art-prompts-artprompts Promptrepository’s April Accidents 2022 - https://promptrepository.tumblr.com/post/680305595990032384/april-is-a-month-of-unpredictable-luck-so-all-of A small poetry challenge for the month of April 2022 - https://smittenbypoetry.tumblr.com/post/680284930859761664/poetry-game -----

Some of these are full events, while others are a lot less formal, and some are just a list full of inspiration!

You can click through to see whatever information they explain on their blog(s) if you wish to participate during an event officially.

However, a promptlist can still inspire you unofficially at any time, for any fandom, project or character that your mind can wonder about. So feel free to prompt-browse as well, even if the official fandom or character focus is not your usual cup of tea. After all, you don’t have to officially join an event, in order to still be inspired by it and to create something anyway. The more people creating things, the better!

Note: I will update the list throughout the month as I run across more. So check back on the original version of the post now and then to see any updates that have been added to it since a reblog was made. (Also, long after April 2022 is over, the tags #2022 , #april , #april2022 on this blog will still let you see any stragglers that I may have found after the month is done).

#April2022 #monthly compilation post #2022 #april #april prompt list week themes fandom events writing inspiration challenges 2022 creative poetblr writeblr artblr drawblr drabble fanfic #prompt list

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albino-whumpee · 3 years

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WIJ day 6: Look at me

@whumpmasinjuly I don’t really have words for this. It just…happened. Didn’t have time to finish it until now so…

Cw// eye whump, pet whump, conditioning, burning, hurt comfort, multiple whumpees, sadistic whumper, emotional abuse and permanent injury.

He had been there for enough time to know only by the way he ate dinner that his Master had had a bad day. Like a storm, the man’s calm was an omen to disaster.

Taking a deep breathe, Isaac knocked on his Master’s office door, carrying a tray of tea, a brand new package of cigarettes and snacks.

“Come in” the man exhaled a curtain of smoke before putting it off in a glass ashtray. Silent like a mouse, Isaac settled the silver tray in the coffee table and didn’t wait for his Master’s orders to take one cigarette from the box and then, when the man leaned over him, gently put it in his lips.

The man said nothing as he smoked, so Isaac stayed quiet and attentive, clasping his hands behind him and following the man’s movements with his eyes. He was hoping he would go unharmed this time, but such hope vanished when the man ordered him to sit.

“On the couch, pet” the man said, leaking irritation when Isaac knelt on the ground.

“I’m sorry, sir” he said, sitting at the leather couch’s edge. The boxie sat there staring back at his master in his custom made suit and buttoned up shirt with a loose tie. Mr. Hearst was a man toeing his forties, yet there were only a few spots of silver scattered in the thick dark brown.

His eyes glowed an amber yellow under the dim lights of his desk lamps. Slowly, they turned darker and darker until he stood before Isaac. The pet looked down, knowing himself to be too weak to keep eye contact from that distance.

“Look at me” the man ordered and the pet obeyed. For a moment, he could hold his gaze, he could try to quiet down his racing heart when Mr.Hearst put his free hand against the couch’s rest and leaned closer to Isaac. The pet found himself lost in his owner’s eyes. Swallowed by their emptiness as he lifted his other hand, the one holding the cigarette and then put it close to his right eye.

The pet yelped in fear, paddling away from his owner and finding the couch’s rest making his escape a magnificent distance of two inches. When the Pet looked away, trying to escape the cigarette, the man passed his fingers below his collar, right between where skin and leather met, and pulled.

“Look at me, Isaac” the man whispered, tugging harder on the young man’s collar and ripping out a whimper out of him. He didn’t race his hands up, he only held his breathe when his Master hovered the end of the cigarette over his eye.

For a long painful moment, Isaac stared at the sparks of the paper burning. Blurry with the closed distance and then, gone black in one eye as a swizzle sound drowned his ears and a screech burnt its way out of his throat.

For a moment he didn’t feel anything, but the next, he was stepping in hell.

He went down to the floor screaming. He cried as he held the left side of his face with both hands. Blood and liquid oozed from his eye and leaked into the floor as someone knocked on the door.

“Sir! Sir, may I come in?” A feminine voice asked, screaming over the young man’s hollering.

“Prepare my car, Shirley. And a cold compress” the man said calmly, putting off the cigarette in the crystal ashtray. “Understood?” The man asked when he heard no response. He could’ve sworn he heard a gasp and then a long breath being dragged out.

“Understood, Master” the girl said before stomping away.

The man’s eyes slid back to the shivering, weeping box boy curled in a ball on the floor.

“I’m sorry, Im sorry…” the young man whispered. Hearst stayed quiet and slowly moved to get his jacket. Then as he kept mumbling apologies, the man knelt over the pet.

He grabbed his chin and forced him to look up at him. Isaac could barely keep his healthy eye open, but it opened wide when he felt a soft peck over the eyelid trying to shield the burnt eye. Short of breath, he stared at his master rendered mute when he wiped his tears and blood off.

“I was frustrated, Isaac. There are so many bad people in this world and I had the misfortune of meeting one today. It wasn’t you, oh no. I’m sorry it had to be you who had to take what I would’ve done to them.” he said, hearing Shirley come to knock on the door again. He sighed and helped him stand up, using his napkin to gently place it over his face. “You endured it well. Hang on to me, alright? Let’s get you patched up. Is the least I can do to thank you”

As Isaac was dragged outside and Shirley, the other slave in the house, gasped so loudly it could’ve been a scream, the boxie’s head could only sigh in relief that it hadn’t been one of the kids who had crossed their father’s path in such a furious state. As he was helped up the luxurious car and Shirley begged their Master to go with them so she could his hand and press a cold compress to the injury, and even after he came back home with one less eye and his eyelid stitch shut underneath wraps, he couldn’t help the relief that washed over his body.

When at night, stored in their cage outside, his head began hurting and pulsing, he heard the chains to their ankle manacles clink when Shirley moved closer to him, pulling on his face so he could see her face.

Shirley stroke his cheek with glassy eyes before leaning to kiss his forehead and then pressed their heads together as she softly rubbed circles on his head.

As he leaned into her touch, he went to sleep thinking to himself: “thank god, thank god it was just me”.

#whump #writing #Isaac Hearst #William Hearst #pet whump #broken whumpee #sadistic whumper #creepy whumper #hurt comfort #eye gore #eye whump #tw conditioning #multiple whumpees #permanent injury tw #whumpmasinjuly2021 #whumpmas in july #wijprompt #wijday6

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set-phasers-to-whump · 3 years

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insomnia

prompt: insomnia

whumpee: eddie diaz

fandom: 911

hi!!! i hope that u like this fic :) it’s set after eddie begins and deals a little w the events of that. (also if u look for this on ao3 it has a different title but im gonna keep everything on here titled with the prompt for consistency lol)

In the wake of it, Eddie hasn’t been able to sleep. He’s tried and tried, but the second he falls asleep he’s back underground choking on mud and fighting for his life and that on its own is more exhausting than simply not sleeping, so he doesn’t. He doesn’t sleep if he can help it, and he feels like shit because of it, but it’s better than the nightmares, it’s better than dying every night.

He hasn’t slept more than an hour in days. Weeks, maybe. He’s been doing his best to appear normal, but it’s exhausting. He’s tried to hide it in front of Chris, especially, not wanting him to worry about it, but he can tell the façade is slipping. He catches Chris looking quizzically at him when he jerks himself awake from half-falling asleep on the couch, when he sits and watches Chris and Buck play in the park rather than joining in. He’s slipping.

Pretty soon Buck is going to start noticing it, too, with as much time as they spend together. Then the team will notice. He imagines there will be an uncomfortable combination of irritation and pity thrown his way when it happens. So he does his best to avoid it, acting as normal as he possibly can.

Today, it’s harder. He’d dropped Chris off at school and had nearly gotten into an accident on the way to work - he’d yawned, closing his eyes, and had almost slammed into the back of the truck in front of him. So he wasn’t in the best mood to begin with.

Then, everyone at the station was getting on his nerves. He knew they weren’t doing it on purpose, but every spoon dropped in the kitchen, every shout of laughter from people playing videogames, every squeak of a shoe on the floor, made him feel like punching something. But he was too tired to work out, so he kept the irritation inside of him.

“Hey, Eds, you want a turn?” Buck calls to him from across the room. He’s sitting in front of the TV with Chim, who is doing a victory dance as the screen proclaims him the winner. “Fair warning, Chim cheats.”

“I do not!”

He shakes his head.

Evidently, Buck doesn’t see. “Eddie? You wanna play?”

“I said no,” he snaps, wincing when Buck’s face falls. He might go over to apologize, but just then the alarm rings, far too loudly for his liking.

He trudges down the stairs, too tired to completely pick up his feet, and slumps into his seat in the truck. He catches Buck giving him a look from his spot in the driver’s seat, but then he turns around to pull the truck out of the station, leaving Eddie to stare out the window and ignore everything else going on around him.

When they arrive at the scene, Eddie’s the last out of the truck. As the team makes its way towards their victim (a man with his entire arm stuck inside a vending machine), Buck bumps Eddie’s shoulder in a way Eddie knows is meant to be friendly. He flinches away anyway.

“What’s up?” he asks, and he sounds so genuinely concerned for Eddie’s wellbeing that Eddie half wants to punch him. “You’re acting weird.”

He shrugs, stepping away from Buck, kneeling down next to the victim. “Didn’t sleep well last night,” he says, which isn’t exactly a lie.

They manage to get the guy out after a few minutes of careful maneuvering, and he emerges relatively unscathed, hand wrapped around the candy bar he’d been in the middle of grabbing. He thanks them for their assistance and asks whether the vending machine will be okay, and then ambles off, unwrapping his candy.

The team heads back to their vehicles, Bobby and Buck leading the pack, Buck talking animatedly about something, gesturing with his hands. Chim and Hen walk behind them, and Eddie hears Hen laugh, sees Chimney shake his head at something. He himself walks behind the group, forcing his feet to keep moving. His head pounds - he’s had a headache all week, but in the last half-hour it’s intensified, and every time he moves it feels like something is being slammed into his skull. He briefly considers sitting down right there, in the middle of a parking lot, just to catch his breath. He decides against this because he is genuinely worried that he wouldn’t be able to get back up.

“Eddie,” he hears Bobby call, and he looks up to see that everyone else is back in their spots in the truck and ambulance, save for him.

“Coming,” he says, though it sounds so quiet to his own ears that there’s no way that Bobby had heard him.

He takes a step - and then he’s falling. He feels his palms scrape against asphalt, feels his cheek press into the rough surface. He thinks about standing up, but that’s all the action he’s able to take on the matter.

He hears footsteps run up to him. Someone rolls him over so he’s on his back. Hands press to his neck, checking his pulse. His eyes are opened, and a light shines into them. He flinches away from it, turning his head.

“Eddie? You awake?”

“Always,” he slurs out, moving to push himself up. A hand rests on his arm, pushes him down.

“Hold on there,” Hen says. “You just collapsed. You’re not going anywhere.”

He doesn’t say anything.

“Your breathing’s a little shallow, but otherwise your vitals are normal,” Chim says. “Nothing that would have caused you to collapse.”

“I’m fine,” he snaps. “Let me get up.”

A hand is placed on his shoulder - Buck’s hand. “He said he didn’t sleep too good last night,” Buck offers, as Chim dabs his hands with something that makes them sting.

“One night of bad sleep wouldn’t do this,” Hen says, as Chimney moves on to bandaging his hands.

“Eddie,” says Bobby, “when was the last time you slept?”

He doesn’t know. He shrugs.

“Eddie,” Hen’s voice leaves no room for argument.

“I don’t know,” he mutters. “Can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?” Chim asks, putting a hand to his forehead.

“‘M not sick.”

“Well, something’s the matter,” Buck says. “You’ve been off all day - actually, all week. Quiet. Kinda snappy.”

“What’s going on?” asks Bobby.

“I can’t -” He can’t do this here, can’t admit that he’s terrified to sleep, in a way he hasn’t been since he first returned from Afghanistan. He can’t be weak. Not like this.

Nobody says anything for a long minute. Eddie’s eyes are closed, but he imagines his teammates exchanging glances over his body.

After a bit, he feels Bobby gently grab his freshly-bandaged hand, and then he’s being pulled to his feet. Bobby all but carries him to the truck, and Eddie breathes a mental sigh of relief to feel the leather seat underneath him, instead of the gurney in the back of the ambulance, which he’d feared they’d force him into.

Someone reaches across him and buckles his seatbelt, and he leans his head back against the seat as the truck starts moving.

When they arrive back at the station, Eddie fumbles with his seatbelt and manages to get it off, then forces himself to his feet, where he wavers for a second before carefully stepping out of the truck.

Immediately, Hen is next to him, letting him grab onto her arm when he stumbles. “Easy there,” she tells him, and carefully leads him upstairs, Chim walking very closely behind them like he thinks Eddie’s going to fall backwards at any minute.

Once they are safely upstairs, Hen guides Eddie to the couch and eases him down. She leaves, and a second later she’s pressing a cool bottle of water into his hands. He looks at it. Chim takes it from his hands and opens it, handing it back. “Drink it,” he says sternly, in a voice Eddie just knows he’s gonna get a lot of mileage out of when his new kid comes.

He drinks some of the water with shaking hands. If Chim and Hen notice this, they don’t say anything, a fact he’s grateful for. Hen takes the bottle from him when he’s finished, and Chim pats him on the leg, and then they both get up as someone else approaches. He very slowly turns his head to look.

Buck stands at the end of the couch, smiling softly at him, not a trace of irritation or pity on his face. He walks over to Eddie, extending a hand. Eddie grabs it, letting Buck pull him to his feet and slip an arm around his waist.

“Let’s get you some sleep, okay?” Buck asks.

Eddie shakes his head. He can’t, no matter how much his body might want to.

“Okay,” Buck says, not arguing. “You don’t have to sleep. But you are going to lay down.”

Eddie agrees to that, and they enter the bunkroom, which is empty, seeing as how it’s the middle of the day. Buck pulls Eddie along to his usual bed and gently guides him down.

Without a word, Buck takes off Eddie’s shoes, and then his own. Eddie stretches out along the bed, turning his body to face the wall. He feels Buck sit down beside him, feels the bed move as Buck gets himself comfortable. Neither of them says anything. Eddie tries desperately to keep his eyes open.

“You can sleep, Eddie,” Buck says quietly.

“I can’t,” Eddie whispers. “I’m afraid.”

The admission slips from him a good deal easier than he’d thought it would. “I’m afraid,” he repeats. “Every time I close my eyes, I’m back underground…” he trails off, not wanting to elaborate. “I can’t, Buck. What kind of coward can’t even fall asleep?” he asks, half to himself.

“Eddie,” Buck says, sounding stern for the first time all day. “Eddie,” he repeats, putting a hand to his back. “You are the furthest thing from a coward. You went through something traumatizing, and your brain knows that. It keeps reminding you every time you fall asleep. But your body doesn’t know that. It just knows it’s exhausted. You have to sleep.”

“But-”

Buck doesn’t let him protest. “And I know that’s scary, and I know there’s not a lot I can do to help, but I can say this. When I said I had your back, I meant it. I am always gonna be here for you, Eds, whether that means working together on a call or this right here. Anything. I promise I won’t leave you.”

Eddie takes a deep breath, letting his eyes close at last.

“That’s it,” says Buck, and Eddie feels his hand brush through his hair, a repetitive, calming motion. “Let yourself sleep.”

It’s not a magic fix by any means, but when the alarm rings three hours later, Eddie wakes up from a nightmare-less sleep feeling a good deal more alive, with Buck still pressed to his back, just as he’d promised.

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haro-whumps · 4 years

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Box Boy Bedding

(CW: DUBIOUS consent, drugging, slavery, brainwashing, creepy + intimate whumper *very intimate*, videorecording)

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Ren trailed their fingers through Soren’s hair, watching the golden strands slip off their fingers and fan back down to Soren’s back. Soren delighted in the touch, as he always did, and Ren kissed his nose.

“Finish up,” they said, and went to their room, where the cameras were already set up. The dildo they’d purchased--not actually from Whumpees-R-Us, this was far too pleasurable for that lot--was no wider than their finger, at first. It had an internal chamber that one could snap a premade container of lube into, specially sized for the toy, and would then secrete the lubrication from designated pores over the duration of its use. But plenty of toys did that, the reason Ren had bought this one specifically was because the owner could plug in measurements, and the toy would slowly expand to that size. No need to prepare sweet Soren when they could just have a machine do it for them, at a steady and calculated pace.

And the lube they’d filled the container with was a special little something they’d picked specifically for today, too.

“Exalted, I—“

“Position 23,” Ren cut him off, turning to see him in the doorway. He was on the ground in a moment, obedient and unquestioning, though his face, what Ren could see of it, looked confused. “Pretty boy,” Ren praised, crossing over to him. “You’re always so good for me.”

“Thank you Exal—eep!” Soren squeaked as they pulled his pants down, flowing eggshell white cloth they’d picked themself for the day.

“You’re very welcome, Soren,” they said, voice smooth and low, as they pushed the dildo in. “Relax, baby, let it happen,” they purred.

“Y-Yes,” Soren said shakily, forcing his body to receive it, “Yes, Ren, ah!”

Ren held down the button that would power the toy on, and smiled when it beeped once. They pulled Soren’s pants back up and gave his rump a friendly little pat. “Good boy, Soren. Now we wait. I’m going to catch up on some shows on my laptop, come cuddle with me in bed.”

“Y-Yes, Exalted,” Soren said, rising slowly. He stood bow-legged for a moment, before stumbling after Ren, the intrusion leaving his gait strange and awkward. Ren laughed at him, then kissed him before shoving him into bed. He gasped and jerked on impact, the toy undoubtedly jarred by the movement.

“Such a pretty boy,” Ren said smugly, pulling out their laptop and making themself comfortable on the bed.

“Thank you,” Soren whimpered, shifting minutely, then again, more visibly, like he couldn’t get comfortable. He pressed himself up against Ren, face pushed into their hip. “E-Exalted?”

“Yes, angel?”

“Wh-what’s, um, why is, what’s happening?”

“I’m preparing you, sweetheart,” Ren said easily, petting his hair. “You’re going to be nice and loose and slicked up for me, and then when you’re all stretched out, I’m going to fuck you.”

“I-I see, Exalted, th-thank you for--AH!”

“You’ll feel it expand at different intervals,” Ren informed him with a carefully casual voice, like they couldn’t care one way or another. Inwardly, they were delighted. “It won’t hurt, baby, but you’ll feel it.”

“Y-yes, Honored One, I do, it, ah, it’s…”

“Distracting?”

“Yes, Exalted.”

“That’s okay, baby, you go ahead and just focus on it. I won’t need you to do anything for me until it beeps, you can go out of focus for a little while,” Ren said, stroking his hair, hoping he would focus entirely on it, on the sensation inside him. They hoped it would leave him desperate.

They rewatched old videos, mostly just eyeing Soren. The aphrodisiac in the lube worked faster than Ren had expected, but supposed that it made sense, given the location of absorption.

Soren quickly devolved into a flushed and shivery mess, body twitching involuntarily and his pretty cock pitching one hell of a tent in his loose pants. His wriggling grew increasingly pronounced, and his body jerked each time the toy expanded in size.

Ren got to watch, thrilled, every movement, every sudden twitch, every time he squirmed, every shudder that coursed through him. Ren got to listen, delighted, to every gasp, every whimper, every rustle the sheets made when he repositioned himself, desperate for some kind of relief. He alternated between pressing his face into their thigh so hard it had to hurt his nose, and prying himself away from Ren to struggle against the sheets, keyed up with a need so bad it looked painful.

“Ren,” he whined, high pitched and voice so full of that special need Ren nearly called it quits and pounced on him right there. But no, no, this had to be perfect.

“Mm? You say something baby?” Ren asked, pretending they didn’t hear, taking out an earbud.

“P-Please, please, I, I need, I n-need--”

“You need to be patient, precious Soren,” Ren purred, stroking his hair back from his sweaty forehead. He looked up at them with cloudy vision, the drug absolutely overwhelming his little brain, and they smiled, which prompted a shaky, mindless smile back.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Soren,” Ren commented, “I like how you look when you’re redfaced and desperate.”

“Please,” Soren gasped, hardly more than a whimper, “please.”

“I can feel your hand shaking against my thigh, pretty bird,” Ren murmured, shutting their laptop and putting it aside.

“Please, Ren, ple-ase,” Soren begged, voice so small, so shivery. He tried to slide his hand up, up their thigh, coax them into action, but they stilled him easily with two fingers against the back of his wrist.

“Patience, my pet.” Their voice was low and quiet. “Patience, my lovely little Soren.”

“I need--” his breath caught, fingers squeezing into Ren’s thigh, and then his whole body jerked, curling in on itself, his breath ripped out of him with a small cry.

“I know,” Ren soothed, petting down his spine, “You need me so badly, don’t you? Soren, you need me to take care of you.”

“Yes!”

“You know what’s coming and you’re desperate for it.”

“Yes, Ren, I want it, I want, I want it so bad,” Soren said deliriously, squirming on the blanket.

“You want me, Soren, word choice. You don’t want to be fucked, you want to be fucked by me.”

“Yes! Yes, sorry, you, I want you, I want you, Exalted, I want you, please, please!”

“You want me inside you,” Ren murmured, sliding their palm up under his shirt, feeling how inflamed the skin was there, feeling his skin twitch and shiver beneath their hand. “You want me over you, like this,” they said as they crawled on top, forcing his legs open.

“YES!” Soren cried, arching up, pressing into them with feverish urgency.

“You need me to take care of you,” Ren murmured, arms wrapping tightly around him and pulling him in flush against their body. “I’m the only one who can give you what it is that you’re aching so badly for.”

“Please, please, please, please!” Soren begged, before another spasm cut him off.

“You were trained for this, weren’t you Soren?”

“Yes!” he gasped, panting hard. And they hadn’t even started.

“But did you know? Soren, my Soren, you were born for this.” They tightened a fist in his hair, earning a cute little yelp. “You were made to be my angelic little whore. All your life, destiny has had a plan for you, and it ends with you here, wearing my collar, under me, realizing just how much you need me.”

“I need you!” Soren echoed, head thrown back and collar glinting faintly.

“That’s right,” Ren purred against his ear, “That’s right, my precious Soren.” They pushed their hips against him slow and heavy and Soren keened. “What you want, what you need, everything, it’s all me, and I’ll give it to you.” Ren pulled their fingers through his hair, gold catching the light. “The only thing you’ll ever need is me.”

The toy beeped three times, charming and cute, almost a little tune of its own, and Ren sat up, loving the way Soren cried out in despair, arms outstretched, his body following after them.

“Good boy, Soren, you were patient, and now it’s time. Get your clothes off,” Ren ordered as they took off their own shirt, and beamed at how Soren’s eyes, out of focus, dragged over their torso before he lept to obey them. He was flushed all over, cockhead leaking, and the moment his clothes were off he was back down in position twenty three, face pressed into a pillow and slender chest heaving with his breath.

“What a beautiful sight,” Ren murmured, stroking their hands over his skin. They tugged at the dildo teasingly, grinning when Soren gasped and whined, and then they gave it a sharper jerk, which made him cry out.

“You’re so gorgeous, Soren,” Ren said, turning it off and pulling it out slowly, admiring how it was now full sized, admiring how still he managed to keep himself relatively still despite how wound up he was.

“Please, please, please,” Soren begged into the pillow.

“Tell me,” Ren ordered, voice going harder than they’d planned as they flipped him onto his back. “Tell me what you need.”

“You!” Soren cried, digging his heels into the bed and arching up. He was trying, trying so hard, to get to them, and Ren smiled down at him.

“That’s right. Don’t ever forget it.” Ren settled between his legs and he whined, hands desperately grabbing at them, gaze glazed over but eyes on them, only them. “You need me, Soren. I’m the one who can give you what you need.”

They pressed their cock inside him, and it was a perfect fit. “Ah, Soren!” Ren praised, sliding in to the base in a single go. Soren’s whole body locked and shuddered, but he didn’t come, not quite. Not yet. There was something else he needed, something Ren had yet to give him.

“Please please please please please please, Exalted, please, pl-hgk, plea, please, nnnnnn,” Soren begged, his body squirming and pushing up against Ren’s.

“That’s right,” Ren purred. “Beg.”

They fucked him hard. They fucked him deep and breathless and fast, delighted by each needy noise and desperate gasp that tumbled out of him. He started off begging, then devolved into unintelligible babbling, and then devolved into wordless nonsense, utterly lost underneath Ren’s palms and cock.

“I’m going to come in you, angel,” Ren gasped, their own voice coming out wrecked, “And then you’ll have what you need.”

The only response Soren gave was a high keen, but it was enough for Ren. Sure enough, they came shortly after, and as they did they reached down and squeezed his cock with one hand. He clenched around them as he spilled, making the most delicious noise, and Ren knew they’d be playing and replaying that audio clip many, many times.

“Perfect, Soren,” Ren praised, slipping out of him and settling on the bed slowly, oozing down onto it and tugging their precious boy into their embrace. Soren clung to them blearily, unfocused and needy and wanting in the most perfect way. Perfect. Perfect. Finally, Ren was getting everything they deserved, and it was all just the way they wanted. The last two weeks were like a blissful dream, only Ren would never, ever need to wake up, not from this. “You were wonderful, my pet. Are you taken care of?”

“Thhh--” Soren slurred, “Thank you, Ren, thnnnk, oo.”

“Oh baby,” Ren said with a delighted laugh. They kissed his face and pet his hair, smiling fondly at him. “Go ahead and go to sleep now. We’ll have you bathe in the morning.”

“Here?” Soren asked, voice quiet and tremulous.

“Yes, angel, here, sleep in my bed tonight. I’ll keep you warm and taken care of, sweetheart, don’t worry.”

Soren gave them an unfocused, but utterly adoring smile, then slumped, exhausted, and Ren chuckled again. They got him tucked under the sheet and blanket, just accepting that they would need to make Soren do laundry the next day, and curled up around him, pulling out their phone until they, too, were tired enough to sleep.

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0idril0 · 5 years

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pls,,,im begging you,,,comfort nico

Pure Comfort

Y’all have been begging, so here’s some pure comfort for you :) Thanks @whumpywhumper & @captivity-whump

This is a future fic, btw and I’ve had a headache like this, it was awful and confusing but Nico is going to be okay.

TW: there is a raunchy joke in here but its a cards against humanity joke.

tagging @whumpitywhumpwhump @comfy-whumpee @imagination1reality0 @vickytokio @genesissane @voidwhump @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @doityourselfbombs @whumptywhumpdump

Nico limped down the hall, leaning against the wall to steady himself. His vision blurred and doubled making his head pound harder before settling back to its new normal.

He’d somehow lost one of his house shoes, making his journey more unstable as his sock slid against the wood floors. The floor blurred in and out of his vision as he looked down at the offending foot, trying to remember what he’d been doing. The floor looked strangely welcoming as he swayed. God he was tired.

A bright peel of laughter made him flinch into the wall, hands raising defensively to his chest as his head ducked, air suddenly hard to come by. The laughter continued, more voices joining until it surrounded him, the walls pressing in on him.

They were laughing because he’d messed up, they were going to hurt him again. His collar was gone, and he hadn’t been given permission to leave his cell. He started to back away, he needed to find his cell. His blindfold and collar.

The soft sock on his foot slipped on the wood floor as he turned, and his shoulder hit the wall, sending a jolt of pain up his neck.

A fuzzy feeling in his gut made him pause, loosening some of the tightness in his chest. His head hurt... where was he? Why he was in the hallway? A baritone chuckle made his feet shuffle forward involuntarily, drawn to the familiar tune.

The living room was a riot of colors compared to the dim hallway and...

Clint...

He could feel the warmth in his chest that meant Clint was happy with something. How—He was going to Clint.

“Oh my god, oh my go- f-fuck you Brian.” Clint was laughing, deep belly laughs that he could feel in his bones. “‘For my next trick, I will pull a big black dick, out of- grandma.’ Oh my god dude, you’ve fucking met my grandma, how could you?”

Nico peeked around the archway to the living room, it was filled with familiar faces smiling and laughing around a bunch of cards and snacks, a quiet movie playing in the background. It was comforting and terrifying.

But Clint was there. Sitting on one of the couches, a fist full of white cards in his hand. His freckled face was flushed, laughter stark on his face as he flipped Brian off where the siren sat across the room. Kristy leaned against the other side of the couch, feet gathered beneath her as she laughed with the rest of the group.

Nico felt a smile of his own tug at a corner of his mouth as he watched them. David was there leaning against the side of the love seat, Selene leaning back against him. Evan and Iris had commandeered dining room chairs. Willow and Oakley had curled up together on a pile of pillows.

He wanted to go in there. It looked warm. He could fit at Clint’s feet, there was some room between him and the coffee table. His hip hurt though, he didn’t know how far he’d walked but the joint throbbed and his knees had started to shake with fatigue.

Before he could move Kristy nudged at Clint’s elbow, concern on her face as she pointed towards the hallway he was hidden in. Nico flinched when Clint looked towards him, a tremor of confusion and concern making his own back and chest clench.

Clint didn’t shout and yell when he saw him skulking, but a slow warmth spread through Nico as a smile re-enveloped the werewolf’s face.

“Hey there Darlin’.” Clint was grinning at him, pushing up from his seat slowly. There was a small furrow between his brow as he got closer, but it didn’t change the warm feeling that had settled in his chest.

Nico leaned behind the archway, hiding behind the thick wood as everyone’s faces turned towards him. It was too much, their combined scrutiny and his throat felt like it was closing again. He gathered his trembling limbs closer, tugging at the ragged sleeves of his hoodie. He could see Clint’s shadow on the floor as the were moved closer, his bulk silent. If his hip wasn’t screaming he would have run.

Half of Clint’s face peeked around the archway, mirth making his eye sparkle. “Why’re you hiding Sugar?”

A strangled gulp was all he could manage, his mouth barely opening before his teeth clacked back together sending tremors through the rest of him. Clint didn’t look angry at all, maybe there was still hope he could sit with him.

Clint leaned further into the hallway, shielding him completely from the rest of the room as they started up a quiet chatter. The furrow had gotten deeper in his brow, his smile dimming a little. Nico felt it deeply. “Darlin’, Sugar, Baby mine, you don’t have to wait to come in. You know that. Are you ok?”

Tears started to prick at his eyes and he couldn’t meet Clint’s gaze, he couldn’t answer the question. He didn’t know. He didn’t know what day it was, he didn’t know what house he was in, he didn’t know what was happening. He couldn’t get enough air. God his head hurt.

He chewed his lip as he hugged himself, tears damp on his face. Clint came closer, making sure to leave enough room so he wasn’t trapped. It took him a moment to realize Clint was talking to him, low baritone murmurs, a litany of reassurances. “You’re home, Nico. You’re safe. It’s Friday night, you went to bed earlier because your head hurt. Is it still hurting Baby?”

Yes. God yes. He could barely nod his head, pain in his neck and temples radiating through his skull.

“Okay Darlin’, it’s okay. It happens sometimes, okay, everything’s gonna be alright. You having a hard time remembering too?” Nod.

“Okay, that’s happened too. You’re safe. You want to sit with us, or do you want to go back to bed?” A picture of a dark room came to mind and he felt a little jolt of terror. No. No he wanted to be with Clint. He reached a sleeve covered hand to Clint’s, taking a shuffling step towards the larger man before he had a chance to think about the decision fully. “Yeah, okay with us it is. You mind if I touch you Sugar? I think you left your cane and one of your house shoes, I don’t want you to fall.”

His broad hand was held towards him, and Nico hesitated slightly before easing forward, letting Clint take his elbow. He’s so warm. Nico let his eyes flutter shut, leaning into Clint’s smoky scent. The larger man paused for a moment, sheer happiness and surprise making Nico’s chest feel warm and full. There was a tremulous inhale before Clint wrapped his other arm around his waist. “Alright Darlin’, we’re going to the couch okay, you can lay down there, let your hip rest.”

Clint hands swallowed his elbow and narrow waist, taking a good portion of his weight as they walked into the room. The conversation flowed around them, unimpeded by their passage except for a few murmured hellos.

Kristy unfolded herself from the couch as he and Clint approached, giving Nico a warm smile as she walked towards the kitchen. Nico froze in front of the couch, trying to figure out how to get to the floor. It’s where he belonged right?

Clint rubbed at his back before helping him turn. “Okay Sugar, lounger’s usually easier for you. Why don’t you sit on that side huh? That way you can still sit up.”

On the couch... Nico’s head throbbed and he uneasily searched Clint’s face for reassurance. It was soft, nothing telling him that he should choose the floor instead. Nico fought with his sleeves, gripping Clint’s shirt through them before letting Clint help him sit. He pushed his head against Clint’s chest as he did, pain in his hip and head combining in a fury.

“I’m sorry Darlin’, I got ya, I got ya.” He could feel the rumble of Clint’s voice and pressed closer, fighting the pull of the couch. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, you want me to sit with you? I can sit behind you and keep you warm?”

Blunt fingers scratched against his scalp, his buzzed hairs almost overly sensitive to the light touch as he gave a tiny nod. “Ok Darlin’, you gotta let go then.”

Nico loosened his fingers hesitantly, allowing Clint enough leeway to slip behind him, settling one of his thick legs around his hip before he pulled Nico to his chest gently. He hooked his chin on Nico’s shoulder as he wrapped his thick arms around him again. He felt like this didn’t happen a lot, he instantly regretted that.

He twitched when someone else’s hands pulled his legs up and onto the lounge, forcing his eyes open again. Evan was standing in front of him with a sheepish look as he shook a blanket out over him. “Sorry buddy, didn’t mean to scare you.”

The blanket looked soft. He wrapped it around a sleeve covered fist, bringing it up to his face as he sank into Clint’s chest, maneuvering himself until he could hug Clint’s arm tightly. It reminded him of something but his head hurt too bad to think of what. The chatter in the room continued, soothing and quiet, Clint’s occasional rumble joining them.

“He’s being snuggly today.” Kristy’s soprano was quiet and close. He hugged Clint’s arm closer, hiding from it.

“I’ll take it, anything he needs.” Clint hugged him tighter, his scruffy cheek pressed gently against his short hair.

#Nico Series #recovery #headache #cuddles #clint #nico #new characters not yet characterized #touch aversion #touch starved #raunchy joke #as told by brian #future fic

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Yooo requests are open? ...Could u do something with faux-affectionate villain and tearful smile? (personally im thinking with a broken whumpee thats desperate for any sort of kindness even if its fake (also sorry if thats too specific?) but yknow take this wherever u wanna!! i really like ur writing!)

Ahh okay thank you I tried here! Enjoy Ronan and his tragic backstory ig. Also I got tearful smile included in two different requests so it’s getting its own square at some point, @badthingshappenbingo

The chains holding Ronan’s arms above his head rattled as he was lowered to his knees. He made no effort to hold himself up and instead let the chains support him as a hand brushed against the day old whip marks across his back. Whoever was tasked with hurting him today was unusually silent. Being blindfolded meant that he didn’t know the faces, or names of any of the people who made their way down to his cell but he had grown to recognize them by their voices and the methods they used to hurt him.

Whoever was here today was new. They didn’t speak right away which was unusual and when they had made their way over their steps were clumsy and unused to the room. There was no way he could know what to expect today and his stomach churned at the thought.

“You’ve been down here for awhile, haven’t you?” he asked after a moment, running his fingers over Ronan’s bloodied wrists still suspended in the chains. “Do you want out of these?”

There was a long pause where Ronan didn’t respond, the man was clearly enjoying his struggle to speak after not doing so for so long and he could practically hear the grin in his voice when he spoke next. “I do eventually need an answer from you.”

“Yes,” he croaked finally, his voice rough and barely audible, but there. “I want out.”

“There we go.” he chuckled, like Ronan was a dog who had just accomplished a particularly amusing trick for him.

The chains were unlocked and unused to supporting his own weight he collapsed against the man who thankfully, caught him. The touch oddly comforting even as he purposefully dug his nails into the fresh gashes across his back as he helped him to his feet.

“Alright watch your step, we’re going over here.” he said, tugging him forward.

There were heavy metal cuffs set into the wooden slab he was led towards but the man didn’t make any move to force Ronan into them. He was allowed to just sit there for a moment, running his newly freed hands across the stubble on his face that he didn’t usually let grow and his stiff aching shoulders. It was the most freedom he’d had in a long time and he wondered for a moment if he should try and escape before discarding the thought in favour of losing himself to the familiar sounds of someone searching through the rack of tools nearby. It was almost comforting compared to the daunting feeling of being unchained.

“I was there you know- when they captured you.” the man commented idly as he walked back over, running a hand through Ronan’s dirty matted hair, pulling out the knots with gentle strokes.

He didn’t reply. Back then he never would have leaned into the touch he was offered now. He wouldn’t have allowed himself to be unchained without trying to escape or to stop fighting long enough for one of his captors to get this close and the man knew it.

The grip on his hair tightened without warning, interrupting his thoughts and he shuddered. Whatever tool he had picked out before clattered nearby before being pressed into his side.

It was white hot and instinctively he tried to pull away but his captor only drew him closer quieting his panicked gasps. His skin blistered as he dug the heated metal further in, burning through skin to the muscle below, the stench of his burning flesh quickly filling the room.

The fiery agony spread to his entire torso despite the metal never moving from where it sunk deeper and deeper into his side. His efforts to pull away getting weaker the longer it went on.

“Almost done.” he muttered, wrapping his free arm around Ronan’s shaking form to hold him still.

The pain faded to a dull yet consistent throbbing as he removed the source of the heat and brushed his hand against the fresh burn.

“There,” he said. “Would you like to see it?” the blindfold off before he could respond, the dull torchlight of the room was practically blinding after so long in the dark. It took him a moment to adjust and his throat tightened as he stared as the burn disfiguring his side, it wasn’t large but it was deep and a horrible mixture of ruined black and red skin. The shape was what stood out though and made his stomach twist into knots of unease, a cross.

“You should thank me.” his torturer commented, watching him inspect the wound he’d just created.

“Why?” he asked, his voice dull, defeated even.

“For reminding you of what you are, a monster. A thing burnt by holy symbols and sunlight, you can’t be allowed to forget that now, can you?”

“No.” he admitted, after a moment.

“So?”

“Thank you,” he rasped, staring at the floor as tears finally slipped down his face. “For reminding me.”

#asks #whump #creepy #captivity #branding #nonhuman whump #tied up #blindfolded #conditioning #my stuff #Ronan

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