*inhales*

💜🩷🤍🩵💚 GAYBIAN FLAG 💜🩷🤍🩵💚

What is a Gaybian?

There are many ways to be gaybian! some may see it as being homosexual or having queer attraction for men and women!

Why not just use bisexual?

Not every gaybian feels bisexual! That is just the simple definition but it stretches across a broad section of categories, such as bi lesbians/bi gays, abrosexuals, bigender ppl, and more!

I myself am gaybian! I've come out to a few people on being gay/lesbian and/or gaybian! only 3 ppl irl know so far but I'm hoping to tell my sister some time this week :3

I hope you all enjoy! happy pride month!

I made this flag using the ocean gay flag and the femme flag!

mspec lesbian blinkies made by @bi-lesbian

Undue Punishments

For the bastards out there.

Things Whumpee can get in trouble for that’s literally not ever their fault.

Bleeding on the floor

Not being able to walk on a broken leg

Not being able to see something when Whumper’s blindfolded them

Throwing up their food when Whumper’s fucked with it or hit them wrong

Being ‘blemished’ by scars Whumper gave them

Being unable to come when called because they’re still restrained

Being too short/tall

Not responding / speaking clearly when Whumper's gagged them

Not contributing to the household income (literally kidnapped)

Hitting the ground too hard when Whumper shoves them

Bruising when hit

Knocking something down when Whupmer shoves them into it

Getting sick when Whumper hasn’t been taking care of them

Losing weight because Whumper doesn’t feed them regularly

Bleeding on their clothes

Fainting when malnourished

Being too obedient (boring)

Having nightmares

Passing out from pain, dehydration, or malnourishment

Crying when Whumper pepper sprays them

Passing out when strangled

Fighting/thrashing while being drowned

Bonus starter lines:

“P-lease please it’s n-not my fault-”

“Did I say you could do that?”

“Repeat your rules.”

“I d-I didn’t mean to, I swear”

“You’re useless.”

“Maybe I should just get another toy who can actually follow orders.”

“Wh..at hapn’d….?”

“I don’t have any use for damaged goods.”

“I’ll do better n-next time I swear! I pr-omise - please don’t-”

“Such a pathetic little thing.”

“Well maybe if you actually fucking remembered to feed me-”

“You’re worthless without me - you can’t even stand on your own.”

“Maybe I should just put you out of your misery.”

“I c-I can do do it - please-lemme try ag-again-”

“I don’t think Caretaker would want you anymore - I mean look at you, you can’t even walk. It’s pathetic.”

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @happy-little-sadist @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @wibbly-wobbly-whump @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @wormwriting @meowsikbox @villainsvictim @throwawaywhumper @wild-selenite-caffine @whumpasaurus101 @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whumpworld @michaeltalks @rose-pinkie @whumpberry-cookie @rainbows-and-whumperflies @astralrunic @cursedscribbles @shywhumpauthor @cyberneticwhump)

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You're Lucky I Love You

Happy birthday, @wormwriting! Enjoy!!

(tw: yandere/creepy/intimate whumper, failed escape attempt, gun, stress position, strangulation (hanging), belting)

The paperclip slipped and spun between Whumpee's numb, sweaty fingers. They'd been working too long. Their vision was blurring. Tears had long streamed down their face, dried, then tracked down again as they twisted and poked the paper clip in and out of the padlock, scraping at pins.

They had no idea how much tension to put on the barrel. They had only seen this in cheap spy-movies. They never thought they'd actually get it.

But they had.

They had tinkered with the padlock that kept their ankle chained to the bedpost night after night...until tonight - when it sprang open.

Whumpee had become almost dizzy with exhaustion, no longer caring to think as their fingers raked the small piece of metal against the pins. They'd almost screamed in surprise when it clicked open.

They'd spent several minutes, staring at the glinting metal in the dark before gently brushing their fingertips against it.

It really had opened.

They pulled it off the chain and moved to the window. Where another padlock kept the pane locked against the wooden frame.

Whumpee had taken a deep breath and started again.

They were exhausted. Sweat slicked their hands and forehead. They had to stop several times to wipe their fingertips dry on their shirt. Whatever pins they'd managed to place fell back out of line, and they had to start fresh. Then again, Whumpee had no idea if they'd even put the pins in place at all. They were so out of their depth here.

Their legs trembled and ached as they stood for hours, poking at the lock. They froze as a floorboard creaked under them. Adrenaline shot down their veins, lighting every nerve and shaking them from their sleepy haze.

It was just one creak. Quiet.

It...it would be fine.

Whumpee's muscles twitched from the cold and exhaustion. Their body begged for sleep, but they wouldn't give in. What would they do? Crawl back on the bed and snap the padlock back on? Undoing a full night's work just to try again tomorrow?

Whumpee didn't have a scrap of sanity left, certainly not enough to do this again. So they picked at the lock, occasionally rattling it in frustration, jerking against the metal latch. It had to unlock. It just had to. Even if it took all night. They were leaving tonight. They'd come too far to turn back now.

Whumpee gasped as the unmistakable "click" of a lock bounced through the room. They blinked their eyes into focus, grinning at the padlock.

They'd done it. They'd really done it.

"You know that's a five meter drop, right?"

Whumper's voice was soft, but it permeated every inch the dark room, thickening the air and creeping up their skin.

Whumpee froze, hands perfectly still on the makeshift tools.

"What? Thought you could just jump? Then what? Run on a broken ankle or something?"

Whumpee's fingers slid up to the padlock, trembling. They tugged down.

It didn't move. It was still locked.

Of course they hadn't gotten it. That sound had just been Whumper unlocking their door.

Whumpee stared out the dark window. Tears filled their eyes again as they gazed up at the stars that peppered the sky in clusters of shining light. They let out a shaky exhale, squeezing their eyes shut.

Footsteps crept closer behind them until Whumper's breath brushed against the back of Whumpee's neck. Their skin tingled at its touch.

Whumpee winced as something pressed at the back of their skull.

"You really fucked up this time," Whumper murmured.

The metal pushed against their skull as a metallic 'click' vibrated through the room. Whumpee whined as it pressed them forward, their cheek shoved hard against the icy glass.

Whumpee's panting breaths fogged the window. They watched as the dark outline of trees and stars disappeared behind the creeping mist. They trembled, clutching the cool wood of the windowpane. Terror dripped through their bloodstream, locking up like wet concrete, refusing to let them even twitch, let alone squirm away.

Whumper's voice was so soft, barely brushing against their ear. "I wonder sometimes if you’re really worth the effort."

Whumpee twitched as Whumper's fingers threaded through their hair, softly petting it in soft, slow strokes.

Whumpee's lip quivered, trying to find an excuse. Anything, really.

"W...whumper, I-"

"Shh...Don't talk." Whumper pressed a warm, soft kiss under their ear. They didn't pull away, murmuring against Whumpee's neck. "Just...let me think."

Whumpee's stomach lurched. Their legs twitched, desperate to run, kick, fight, anything. Instead they stood perfectly still. Trembling, but still.

Their mind raced in the silence. Whumper didn't move. They just...held them. Breathing softly. Whumpee was sure they could feel Whumpee's heart beating frantically against their ribcage.

After an eternity of silence, broken only by Whumpee's shaky breaths, Whumper finally sighed.

"I think you're going to have to stay in my room from now on. I know we said you'd work up to it, but...I clearly can't trust you here." They leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Whumpee's jaw before pulling back.

Whumpee didn't move, counting one, two, three, four seconds of silence before the barrel of the gun finally slid up and away from their skull. "You're lucky I love you so much."

They heard it click again. A rustle of fabric as Whumper pocketed it.

A shaky breath squirmed out of Whumpee's lungs. Their shoulders sagged in relief, burning as the tension drained ever so slightly. Whumper gripped their arm, turning them.

Whumpee flinched away as Whumper's hands cupped their face, but they could only retreat so far before the cold window pressed against their shoulder blades.

Whumper's forehead pressed against theirs. Whumpee screwed their eyes shut. They tried to tuck their chin down, but Whumper's fingers guided their jaw back up, locking them in the moment.

Whumper let out a long, shaky breath.

"I'm very mad at you," they murmured, not quite a whisper. "Do you know that?"

Whumpee forced air in and out of their lungs, thick as it was. They almost gagged on it - Whumper's breath becoming their own.

"Y-yes," they whispered.

Fingers tightened on their jaw. "Yes what?"

"S-sir. Y...yes, Sir."

Whumpee's hands trembled, hovering in mid-air between them. Desperate for balance, but too afraid to touch Whumper right now.

"Good pet." Whumper's fingers eased up again, thumbs idly brushing their cheek instead. They pulled back, searching Whumpee's face. Whumper blurred in their vision until Whumpee blinked the tears away.

"Stay here." Whumper pulled back. "I'll be right back."

They stepped away.

In a moment, Whumpee was alone again in their room. The door was wide open. Whumper hadn't even bothered to close it. Weren't they afraid Whumpee would run?

They would run. Of course they would.

Except...they didn't. Their shoulders never left the frozen window. They stared through the darkness at the door. At the light spilling in from the hallway. At the one chance they had to leave.

And they didn't move.

Whumper was back in less than a minute, both hands full: A rope in their right. A belt in their left.

The air left Whumpee's lungs as they stared at the swinging leather.

Whumper flicked on the light. Whumpee blinked hard against the blinding white that filled the room. Their eyes were raw and sore, throbbing already from crying. They scrubbed tears away with their palms, but that only make the ache worse, sending jolts of electric color across their vision.

Whumper tossed the belt unceremoniously onto the bed before turning back to Whumpee. "Come here."

Whumpee froze, staring at the rope in their hands. What were they going to -

"I said come here."

Whumpee bit their lip.

"P-please Whumper. I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"Don't make me say it again." Their fingers tightened around the rope. Their voice was soft, but their knuckles were white.

Whumpee sucked in a breath. They forced themselves to take a trembling step forward. Then another. They looked up.

Whumper raised an eyebrow. Not close enough.

They took one more step - until they were almost flush against Whumper's chest.

They stared at the buttons on Whumper's shirt. Just one, really. A dull, white plastic, swirling with varied translucency.

Whumper tipped their chin up with a finger, pressing harder until Whumpee reluctantly ripped their eyes from the button, forcing them to Whumper's face.

Their expression was...completely unreadable.

"You realize I have to punish you, right?"

Whumpee bit their lip. Hard. They sucked in a shaky breath and nodded slowly.

"Say it."

Whumpee closed their eyes, but Whumper pushed their chin up harder until they flittered open again. "I...d-deserve to be punished."

Whumper sighed, releasing them.

Whumpee did their best not to flinch away as the rope slithered around their neck. Whumper tied a quick, strong knot, then spun it around so it pressed against their spine.

"Get on your knees."

Still trembling, Whumpee obeyed. They couldn't think of anything else to do. The soft carpet ground against their skin. Scars on their legs tingled from when that carpet had burned them before.

"You're really lucky I love you so much," Whumper muttered to themselves as they looped the rope up, around the base of the ceiling fan.

"Sit up a little straighter." Whumpee squealed as the roped puled up at their throat. They clawed at it, working their fingers between the fiber and flesh. They pushed themselves as tall as they could without getting off their knees. It still pressed in at their windpipe. Their pulse hammered against their knuckles as they squirmed against the rope.

Whumper stepped back, glancing over Whumpee's trembling form.

"Comfy?"

Whumpee met their eyes, pleadingly silently. Not daring to put it into words.

"Good."

Whumper stepped over to the bed, picking up the belt. Whumpee's heartbeat throbbed along every inch of their skin, shivering, desperately trying to slow their frantic, erratic breaths. Their thighs were already trembling, trying to hold themselves up.

Whumper stepped up to them, folding the belt in half over their palm. “Ready?”

“Whu-mper. Please-”

Their mouth snapped shut as Whumper raised a hand. The slap rang in their ears as fire bloomed across their cheek. Whumpee sobbed as the rope cut against their throat, forcing them to stay upright, spinning, hanging on it.

“A ‘yes sir’ will do.”

Whumpee gasped, tugging at the rope. Tears smeared against their knuckles as they pried it away from their windpipe again. They shuffled their knees back under them, legs somehow shaking more violently now. They forced themselves up.

They could hardly form the words as their lungs sucked in shallow, punching breaths. “Y-es. Si-sir.”

Whumper stepped behind them.

"Count for me."

Whumpee screamed as the first 'crack' rang through the room.

.

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @paleassprince @jadeocean46910 @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg )

Small things to scare/upset your whumpees

Taking away/ruining their comfort items

Giving them impossible choices.

Overworking them.

Behave erratically. Become unpredictable. Be calm and rational about things that should upset you and lose your shit over minor things until they can't tell what's coming next.

Making up rules that contradict each other.

Denying them food and water.

Touching them when they don't want you to.

Threatening to give them away/sell them.

Scare them while they're holding something to see if it breaks.

Tearing up/getting rid of what little possessions they have.

Threatening them with something really drastic (make sure not to do this too regularly or they'll eventually catch on!)

Cutting off their airflow and pretending to walk away.

Give vague instructions and watch their dumb little brains try to fill in the dots.

Tell them they're bad. That's all. Cup that adorable little face in your hands and tell them they're doing a bad job and just watch the tears start to pour.

Yell at them to get their attention, just to tell them you love them.

Tips about how to write a character living with trauma

Sometimes you forget what you’ve been through isn’t normal, so you slip up about a traumatic thing that happened and only realize it’s weird when people look at you, disgusted

You always have nightmares. Even if it’s not about the traumatic thing (more about PTSD nightmares here)

Everyone breaks differently and trauma changes you entirely. You may become unrecognizable once people break through your facade

You’re still you, tho, but you’ve just changed so much

You ask yourself constantly if it really happened. If it really was that bad. You only have memories of memories, the more time passes, the less you remember the moment it actually happened

Leaving the house becomes a daily challenge. It’s hard and scary, and who knows what’s waiting for you out there

You may become paranoid. There’s cameras in your room, there’s people in your house, there’s people waiting for you to go out so they can kidnap you, etc

Everyone seems different to you

Every little joke, every little comment people pass on something related to your trauma feels like a bullet in your stomach

Triggers are weird. Coffee tables can become a trigger. Blue eyes. White jacket. Such small meaningless things can send you spiraling down a panic attack and wishing for death

People rarely try to understand. People don’t ask questions. They just wait for you to get over it. But you don’t

Everyone becomes impatient with you. Even professionals. Your therapist might fire you, your friends might call you annoying for flinching, etc

There’s always people that will mock your triggers and trigger you on purpose. Always

Being free is extremely weird when you’re not used to it. You don’t know what to do with yourself

There’s a lot of chances you will develop a personality disorder when going through intense trauma

A lot of people will pressure you to forgive. It only makes things worse

PTSD never goes away. You can work on it, conquer some of your triggers, but it still stays. It doesn’t magically go away once you get cared for

You never believe anyone that says that they’re in love with you. It’s definitely a joke, a cruel cruel joke

You don’t trust anyone. You second guess each of their words

People that are overly happy are suspicious

You’re always tense, though you may not realize it anymore

You’re terrified of relaxing or just not being constantly anxious. What if something bad happens once my guard is down?

Every social interaction is terrifying. You don’t know how to read people, you don’t understand hidden meanings, you don’t dare to assume anything anymore

You might become materialistic. Clinging to every object you find. You can’t let go of anything

You’re terrified of appearing weak

You might develop a superiority complex or even a god complex as a way to cope with having felt inferior for so long

You will be blamed for your trauma. You will be asked why you talk about it so much, why didn’t you do anything to save yourself, why you didn’t fight back, etc

Some people like to make you flinch. It makes them feel stronger than you

You will trigger yourself on purpose to get used to it (reading things with your triggers, watching movies/videos, etc)

You will make your pain worse to get used to it (hitting yourself on bruises you already had, pinching a cut to make more blood flow, etc)

You don’t care if you live or die anymore

You can’t cry, but you always feel like crying. Tears just never come out

You might punish yourself without even realizing it (forcing yourself to take cold showers, burning yourself, etc)

You don’t realize you’re being self destructive and when people mention it you get mad because it’s just how you are now and they should just leave you be

Flashbacks can happen really randomly. You can just be vibing and the boom you remember something horrible that happened

I wrote as much as I could remember at the time, if you have anything else don’t be shy to add it! I you have corrections or other perspectives please share them! Those are all from personal experience so of course they’re biaised, but I made them as neutral as possible!

Whump Prompts - Coffee

@wild-selenite-caffine for you <3 Just some fresh-brewed whump prompts to start your morning off right. Enjoy~

Whumper bringing a hot cup of coffee to a shivering Whumpee’s lips. It scalds them instantly, but Whumpee knows they’ll die if they don’t get warm fast.

“What? Did you expect sugar and cream? Get used to disappointment.”

Whumpee is starving, twitching and curled up on the floor. They immediately brighten when Whumper sets a cup of coffee down in front of them. Then their face falls as they realize it’s stale, over-brewed, and cold. They can barely choke it down and all it does is add to the churning acid. 

Whumper throwing scalding coffee on Whumpee. Whumpee writhes and screams, trying to swat it off of them while Whumper calmly pours another cup.

“You don’t need sleep. Here, have another cup.”

Whumper offering Whumpee a sip of coffee. When Whumpee accepts, Whumper takes a sip themself, then presses their lips to Whumpee’s, directing the morsel into their mouth.

Whumpee forced to make coffee for Whumper. Whumper dumps it on them if they aren’t 100% satisfied with the quality.

"More. I want it boiling."

Forcing Whumpee’s hand over the brewing coffee as it drips down - blood eventually mingling with the brew as Whumpee screams.

Grounds ground into open wounds.

Caretaker brining Whumpee a cup of coffee in the morning without really thinking about it, and Whumpee just….staring at it. Someone just offered them something. Not because they had to or because Whumpee earned it. They just…gave them something. To share in a moment with them. Whumpee can’t comprehend it.

“How much of this would you have to drink before your heart gives out? Nevermind - let’s just see.”

Forcing Whumpee to eat coffee grounds. 

Whumper’s hands shaking with the excessive caffeine - it makes the cuts jagged and tearing.

Whumper wrenching Whumpee’s head over their cup of coffee, letting the cascading tears drip into it before throwing Whumpee aside again. Drinking it silently while they watch Whumpee sob on the floor.

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Trope Talks: Manhandling and Touch Starvation

Manhandling is a classic and staple trope of whump, and one that I love. There's so much to expand on and enjoy regarding whumpees being touched and shoved around by whumpers. As for touch starvation, it's excellent for humiliation, projection, intimate whump, and more. Tws for drugging mention, intimate whump throughout, and lots of noncon touching. For the last prompt, tw for noncon kissing, creepiness, and somnophilia.

- A whumper kicking the back of a defiant whumpee's legs hard, forcing them to their knees. Their hands rest on each of whumpee's shoulders, they press their weight firmly on whumpee to keep them from getting back upright. Whumpee struggles weakly, but their blood loss and the pain of the deep cuts over their body make it all too easy for whumper to subdue them. Their cheeks flush with humiliation, and whumper grins condescendingly at them.

- A whumper scooping an exhausted, beaten, maybe drugged whumpee into a bridal carry. Maybe whumpee struggles, insulted and humiliated by the gentleness of their torturer's touch. They thrash and kick against whumper‘s vicelike grip, furious, but whumper just holds them tighter. Maybe whumpee melts into their captor's arms, too touch starved and tired to care who it is touching them. They can’t remember the last time they were touched, let alone held. So they sacrifice their pride, their face reddening ever so slightly as they loop their arms around whumper’s neck and snuggle their face into their chest.

- A whumpee being shoved roughly against a wall, whumper throwing their hands against their captive’s chest and throwing them against the hard concrete. Whumpee lets out a hiss of pain as their body hits the wall, their head exploding in agony where it made contact. Whumper presses an arm over whumpee’s body, pinning them to the wall effortlessly as they place their other hand around whumpee’s throat.

-Whumper grabbing whumpee’s chin to tilt their face up, forcing their captive to make eye contact. Such a subtle show of power, but an obvious message. I’m the one in control. Maybe whumpee is too terrified to move. Maybe they lean into the touch subconsciously, unable to help themself after having been starved of affection for so long. Maybe they jerk their head away, struggling to escape whumper’s grip- but it isn’t as if they can do much with their hands shackled behind their back.

- Whumper isolating a whumpee for days, maybe weeks, to ensure their captive will be touch starved when they’re released. Whumper comes into their cell at long last, carrying a knife, and whumpee slumps against the wall in relief that they at least won’t be alone. Whumper holds their delicate whumpee in their lap, stroking their hair as they drag long cuts down their chest. Whumpee barely even cares about the pain, although it’s sharp and stinging and furious. At least they’re no longer alone. At least they’re being held.

- Whumper presses possessive kisses up whumpee’s neck as they sleep, and whumpee wakes up to whumper‘s lips on theirs. They jerk away, humilated and ashamed, and tears begin to stream down their face. Whumper grabs them by their hair and pulls them closer, tasting whumpee’s tears as they kiss them once again.

The Party

I'm hosting an event at @the-whumpers-soiree! This scene is the first and may serve as an example. Outside of that, please enjoy as you would any of my drabbles. <3

[EVENT LINK]

(tw: alcohol consumption, kidnapping, knife, noncon touch, intimate/creepy whumper)

Whumpee clutched their drink close, hanging on the wall. Their eyes scanned the room, darting between the flashes of shimmering light in the dim room. The music was loud - but not too loud. The room was full - but not too full. The drinks were strong - but not too….well, you get the idea. Everything was right.

So…what felt so wrong?

Whumpee’s eyes flicked from guest to guest. Smiling faces. Some dancing. Some mingling. Laughing. Joking. A few couples wandered off to the corners into the shadows, evidently enjoying being very close to each other.

Something was wrong.

Whumpee sipped their drink tentatively, trying to choose their next move. They’d only been here half an hour, they couldn’t just leave already. This party was supposed to be for new opportunities. New friends for a new city. New ideas and new roots. A New Year’s party for the new them. 

They wished they at least had some friends to huddle in the corner with. Plenty of others lingered along the edges, also watching the crowd - but Whumpee was not nearly social enough to go introduce themself to one of them. Why did they even come to an event designed to help newcomers find new friends if they couldn’t even build up the courage to go make the new friends?

Pathetic. 

This place was too nice for them anyway. They were so underdressed for the location - clothes entirely too comfortable to take comfort in. Though, plenty of others seemed to feel the same way, so maybe it wasn’t so bad. Whumpee assumed the party planners just didn’t properly disclose how nice the penthouse venue would be with its glass balconies and matte hardwood floors. They wished they’d have at least picked a button down or something, though.

They tinkered on their phone, trying to decide how long they would make themself stay before they made a move to leave. Or…maybe they should pick a target goal? Find someone else who was lingering alone and try to just……hide with them? Solidarity, and all that.

Their eyes locked onto someone nearby - someone sipping their drink as timidly as Whumpee - just hiding in the shadows like them. 

Perfect.

Before Whumpee could make a move toward their new potential friend/hiding-in-shame buddy, a new face strolled up to them. 

Whumpee blinked up at the stranger as they smiled down at Whumpee.

“Hi! I saw you hanging out over here and…thought you might like a friend?”

“Wh- um - uh- yeah. Yeah - I mean. Hi.”

The stranger laughed lightly. “Not a social butterfly, then?”

Whumpee chewed on their cheek. “Nope - no, not exactly my forte.”

The stranger smiled warmly at them, holding out their hand. “Whumper. Nice to meet you.”

Whumpee shifted their glass into their left hand, patting the condensation off on their shirt before shaking the stranger’s -no, Whumper’s- hand. “I’m Whumpee.”

Their eyes stayed on Whumper’s grip, not quite daring to look up. They blinked at the red glowstick around the other’s wrist. Then to their own blue one. “I - uh - I didn’t realize they had other colors.”

Whumper pulled their hand back, glancing at the red glowstick. “Oh, yeah, they must have run out of blue.”

Whumpee immediately moved to unsnap theirs. “Did you want blue? I can trade y-”

“No no no,” Whumper smirked. “I think red suits me better than it would you. But thank you anyway. You’re a sweet little thing.”

Heat flushed into Whumpee’s cheeks, threatening to burn them if they didn’t get a grip. “Th-thanks-” Fuck what am I even thanking them for?? Whumpee’s stomach turned and soured. Was that…butterflies?

No. No, something wrong. Still wrong.

The drinks and the music and the kind stranger had them almost forgetting for a moment.

Their breath stuttered to a stop as the backs of Whumper’s hand pressed lightly to their cheek, pressed to the flush. Whumpee’s wide eyes stared up at them, twitching back further into the wall. Or did they want to lean in?? Fuck, they were so confused. So close. Too close? Maybe too close.

Whumper’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “You seem a little warm, should we go out to the balcony and get you some fresh air?”

Whumpee cleared their throat, tipping their face away from the touch until Whumper retracted their hand. “N-no, I’m okay, but thank you.”

Whumper gave them a charming smile, stepping closer.

Fingers wrapped around theirs, prying the drink from their hand with ease. Whumpee watched as it was taken from them - then set to the side on a small table. 

Their heart kicked into a new gear as Whumper stepped closer again - holding them frozen with just a look.

Whumper’s tone was so soft, but laced with something…something darker. Their palm pressed against the wall next to Whumpee’s head when Whumpee tried to take a step to the side. “I really think you should come outside with me.”

Whumpee managed to retreat further into the wall, eyes sliding to the side to see if anyone else was looking. If anyone else noticed their discomfort. If anyone even knew they were there in the shadows.

“N-no, I’m okay, I should probably b-” They flinched as something sharp and cool pressed to their side. Stammering, “wh-wha-t is tha-t-”

Whumper chuckled softly, leaning in to press their lips to Whumpee’s ear. Hot breath danced across their skin, whispering, “It’s a knife, sweetheart. Haven’t you ever had a knife on you before?”

Whumpee swallowed thickly, panic stretching out from their stomach and pooling in their lungs, pulling their breaths shorter and sharper and quicker. 

“Wh-what are you doing??”

“Mm…not much. Not yet. Right now, I’m just….persuading you to change your mind about the balcony. Then we can talk more.”

“I- I don’t w-” Whumpee’s protestation squeaked to a stop as the blade pressed further into them, enough to hurt.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

Whumpee’s legs were trembling. Shaking hands gripping Whumper’s arms for support. “Y-yeah - yeah let’s….le-ts…balcony-”

“Hmmm…” Whumper smiled against their neck, smirk prickling the tender flesh. “That’s what I thought you said.”

Whumpee’s brain was still scrambling to catch up as Whumper tugged them to the side - grip bruising deep into the muscle above their elbow. They let themself be dragged along, throwing frantic looks over their shoulder. Not sure what to do. What to say. How to stop this. If it was even that bad? Were they overreacting? 

No they pulled a KNIFE on you-

They’d barely decided to start struggling by the time Whumper pulled them out into the cool night air, spinning them back against the glass railing of the balcony. The edge of the glass bruised into them - just below the waist. 

Not high enough - definitely not high enough.

Whumper was on them in a second. One hand gripping the glass on either side of them. So close. So fucking close. Boxing them in. Pressing them back until Whumpee was leaning back over the darkened shimmering city.

Whumpee’s harsh, stuttering breaths echoed in their skull as they threw a look behind and under them, looking down to the endless plummet - to the ant-like cars zipping back and forth an eternity away. The world seemed to sway and pull, trying to wrench them down into it.

Whumpee sucked in air to scream, but the sound choked out at the base of their throat as Whumper leaned in - forehead pressed to theirs. Whumper’s eyes held theirs. Dark. Hungry. 

A hand wrapped around their throat, threatening to shove them over the edge.

Whumpee’s trembling hands wound tight into Whumper’s shirt.

“Go on.” The hand pushed further. “Go ahead and scream if you want. You’ll be falling before anyone can see what happened.”

Whumpee choked out a sob - the sound pressed hard against Whumper’s palm, choking them further and drawing a whimper from their lips. “I- I w- I won’t. I won’t. I won’t- won’t scr-eam-”

Whumper gave them a small smile, pulling back just a touch. The hand stayed on their throat. Whumper stayed close. The glass stayed uncracked and under them.

They made the mistake of looking down again.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

Whumpee’s eyes screwed shut as strangled breaths slid in and out of them to a stuttering cadence. 

“Wh-what do you want?”

“How long have you been in the city?”

Whumpee’s eyes blinked open. “Wai- what?”

Their throat constricted as Whumper’s grip tightened. “I don’t like repeating myself, Whumpee.”

The panic was already fully flushed through their system, buckling their knees and prompting every muscle to scream at them - begging them to run. Whumpee tried not to shrink further. Some small bit of logic in the back of their head told them that they couldn’t break the glass, but their mind was screaming that they would if they pushed back against it any harder. The edge was already working a bruise against their spine as they quivered under Whumper’s gaze. 

“I- I moved in l-last month.”

“Any family nearby?”

Whumpee’s face screwed up. “...n-o”

“Roommate?”

A tear finally leaked from the corner of their eye, dripping warmth down their cheek. “N-no-”

“Hmm….job?”

Whumpee choked back a sob, eyes pinning shut again. “Hav-haven’t found one yet-”

“Mm…so…in essence - no one would miss you if you just…..disappeared.”

Whumpee’s breath locked up in their lungs. Burning. Filling their mind with concrete and sending sour fear tingling deeper into their bones. They tried to squirm away. “N-no - please just let me-”

Whumpee froze in place, squeaking and clutching tighter as Whumper pressed them back over nothingness again.

“You’re not going anywhere. In fact, you’re not going to do a single. thing. that I don’t allow for the rest of your life. Got that?”

Whumpee twitched out a small, stuttering nod, flinching back.

“Good.”

Whumper pulled back, lacing a hand around the back of Whumpee’s neck - peeling them off the glass and guiding them back inside. 

“Let’s get your coat. We’re going home.”

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Event tag: @the-whumpers-soiree

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Mix n Match Whump Prompts!

Grab one (or more) from each category and see what you can make! Let that imagination run wild!

(If you write one, please tag me so I can see! If you want me to write one, just send an ask with your combination of choice. Have fun!)

Quotes:

1. Thought you could avoid me?

2. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good. Please.

3. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?

4. Get off them!

5. Don’t black out on me, I’m not even close to being done with you.

6. Don’t. Move.

7. Fuck you, psycho. I’m not doing that.

8. I’m giving you ten seconds to fix that attitude.

9. Don’t squirm. No no, hold still. Hold very still.

10. Pull away from me again and you’re going to fucking regret it.

11. Make me, bitch.

12. You really thought they cared about you? Honey, I’m all you’ve got.

13. No! Don’t touch them!

14. Knees. Now.

15. Scream for me.

16. Quiet. Veeeeery quiet. That’s better. You know what will happen to you if someone hears.

17. I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in.

18. Let me just spread the blood across your lips…There. Lovely. Red really is your color.

19. Ask me nicely.

20. Let me go. Please. Please, I don’t tell anyone, just let me go!

Locations:

1. A basement

2. The woods

3. Police Station

4. Whumpee’s bedroom

5. The backyard

6. A dungeon cell

7. Train station

8. Whumper’s bedroom

9. Kitchen

10. On a plane

11. On a sidewalk

12. Inside a car

13. Outside a car

14. An office

15. A dark stairwell

16. Abandoned alleyway

17. Coffee shop back room

18. Living room

19. Cabin in the woods

20. Hotel room

Items:

1. Chains

2. Box cutter

3. Rope

4. Broken glass

5. Hammer

6. Pliers

7. Needle

8. Tweezers

9. Blindfold

10. Alcohol

11. Scalpel

12. Lighter

13. Muzzle

14. Cane

15. Gag

16. Whip

17. Pillow

18. Branding iron

19. Duct tape

20. White-hot metal

Forcing a tall sub to their knees and making fun of them for how small they are now