#because I figured that’s what I should include in my whumpy writing about giving humans as gifts to other humans

[my-whumpy-little-heart]

Defective.

This is a drabble based off of the “Box Boy whumpee” concept first thought up by @sweetwhumpandhellacomf and popularized in a series by @shameless-whumper, which first gave me the inspiration to write this. Cheers to you guys. And oof this has a long bit of exposition, but I promise it gets whumpy lol.

“Happy birthday!” X shouted, making dramatic jazz hands at her side when Y opened the door. He nearly dropped the washcloth he was holding in surprise, evidently interrupted while doing his dishes.

“X ! Oh my gosh, I wasn’t expecting you!” Y laughed through the sentence, pocketing the rag, and wrapped X in a tight hug.

“Well, duh,” she pulled back to look him in the eyes, a goofy grin plastered on her face, “I couldn’t miss my big brother’s birthday. Especially since it’s your big three-oh this year!”

“Oh, yes, can’t wait for the constant ‘old man’ taunts from you young, flippant thing still in your twenties.” He rolled his eyes, stepping back and holding the door open. “Come on in, it’s freezing out there.”

X took him up on that offer, grabbing a large wrapped box beside her and stepping into the house. She set it down again to take off her shoes and coat, and when she looked back, Y was crouched down by it with wide eyes.

“I didn’t even see this. Is it for me?”

“Hey, shoo,” she swatted his hand away from one of the air holes, “and of course it’s for you, genius. You’re the birthday boy, not me.” 

“Ah, right. What’s with the holes, anyway? You just that bad at wrapping?”

X lifted the box away from him with a soft chuckle and walked down the hall to Y’s basement stairs, kicking open the door with her foot.

“You’ll know why when you open it.” she called back to him as he trailed after her.

“And do you mind telling me why you’re taking it downstairs, or is that a secret too?”

“Just a safety precaution.” she smirked, knowing it would make no sense with the context of an average birthday present. X could almost hear her brother’s exasperated sigh behind her as he gave up and merely followed along. 

After walking through the floor into a smaller, mostly empty carpeted room, she finally set the box down and shut the door behind Y. 

“Alright, open it up!” she said, bouncing on her heels as he knelt down next to his present. There was a clear grimace on his face.

“Ugh, I’m just gonna pray you didn’t wrap up a pipe bomb again this year.”

“Come on, that wasn’t too bad! You only got, what, first degree burns on your hands last time? But all that aside, I promise you: this is way better than any bomb.” 

“If you say so…” And with that, Y ripped open the wrapping paper to reveal a wooden crate with wide slats, and something folded up inside. He started reading the note on the lid out loud.

“Dear customer, thank you for purchasing our wares… blah blah… we hope you enjoy your newly purchased-” He froze at the next words, his concerned expression shifting to one of hesitant joy, and then to one of exuberance as it sunk in. “-box boy? You got me a box boy? Seriously?! Oh- and from Whumpee Barn too? Shit, X, that’s expensive!”

“Expensive, but high quality, and fully customizable! Plus, Whumpee Barn always has the prettiest ones. Go on and open it up; I want to see if they found one with the right parameters.” She made a circle motion with her hand, hurrying him on. 

Y pried off the wooden lid, and grabbed the boy’s arm, hauling it to its feet. The boy’s long, dark hair was tied up behind the blindfold and its pale arms, dotted with freckles, were restrained securely behind its back. 

Reaching carefully, Y pulled the blindfold off of the boy, who was only a little shorter than him, and came face to face with dark blue eyes. 

“Oh, it’s perfect! You know just what I like, X.” Y fawned over the boy, who tensed at the excessive attention and went completely rigid when its new owner put a hand in its hair, removing the hair tie and combing it out to its full length. 

A scowl built on the poor thing’s face and, noticing the displeasure, Y put a comforting hand on its jaw, petting slowly.

“Hey, you’re alright, little pet. Don’t sour such a pretty face with an ugly expression like that.” When the boy didn’t relent, he slapped it hard across the face instead. “Listen to me. I am your master, and you will do what I say. Now turn that frown upside down before I do it for you.”

“Maybe it’s just uncomfortable,” X suggested, stepping forward with her pocket knife drawn. When Y didn’t object, she sawed through the rope keeping the boy’s wrists tied together, and carefully moved its shoulders forward, stiff from being tied up for hours on end. “That better, buddy?” she asked, patting him on the back lightly.

As soon as her touch left, the boy turned swiftly on its heels, glaring daggers at her. Before she could even think, it lunged forward, grabbing her by the neck and pinning her to the opposite wall.

“I’m nobody’s damn pet!” it yelled in a hoarse voice, grip tightening incrementally around her throat, “I’m not a fucking object, I’m not something you can just sell and claim ownership of, and stuff in a little box and call cutesy names-!”

It gasped as Y grabbed it, pulling it off of and far away from X to the opposite wall. She took a deep breath, straightening out her clothes with a tired glare.

“Agh, the stupid thing’s defective! And I thought I could trust that price to get something half decent for my brother’s birthday.”

“What the fuck do you mean, defective!” The boy, still struggling against Y’s grip, snarled, “I’m just as human as-mmmf!” 

Its voice was muffled as he shoved the dishrag from earlier into its mouth as a makeshift gag. A well placed knee to the groin sent it falling to the floor, struggling to breathe around the gag as Y pressed a foot on its chest.

“I’m sorry it’s such a disappointment, Y,” X sighed.

“You don’t need to be sorry at all, actually. I think training this thing is going to be a lot of fun. It’ll be fun to exploit the defects, at least. Could you hand me your knife really quick, and then hold his arms?”

“Gladly,” she remarked, tossing the closed blade to her brother. He flicked it open as she knelt and raised the boy’s arms, pinning them above his head. Below both of them, the boy flinched, wide eyes trained on the sharp pocket knife. At the fearful reaction, Y smiled and knelt closer to it. 

“Oh, I almost forgot! They don’t use things like this on you when you’re manufactured, huh? Only isolation, and fear, and threats… I’d take a wild guess and say you’ve never felt the pain of a knife carving through your skin, have you?” The heavy, wheezing breathing of the body below him told him everything he needed to know. “I guess today’s your lucky day then, huh?”

He looked at the clean canvas of its torso stretched out under him, and started on the left side with a clean downward slice. Blood beaded up quickly from the shallow cut, and the boy clamped down on its gag, whimpering with the flash of pain. 

Grinning in satisfaction, Y did it again. And again. And again. Each time, the cuts got deeper and the boy would tense up further, not realizing that was only making everything worse. It only whimpered at first, which morphed quickly into breathy keens and moans. Agony-driven tears leaked from its eyes, always screwed closed in anticipation of the next cut, but flying open in surprise when it came. Its clear blue eyes grew hazy and red from crying, but Y didn’t let up. He needed to hear this poor creature scream.

Finally, after a particularly deep slice, he put the knife aside. Blood soaked the tip and the rest of the boy’s chest. Belatedly, he realized that it was probably all over the plush carpet by now, too, but that was something future him would just have to deal with. For now, it was back to the boy’s marred chest.

Gently fingering the cut earned a sharp intake of breath, but it was only when he buried his forefinger into the deep wound that it produced any results. A shrill scream escaped the gag, cut off by a wheezing cough and loud sobs. They crescendoed to a wail as he dragged his nail up and down within the cut, twisting and digging deeper into the skin, blood now gushing up and over its torso.

The boy was begging incoherently behind its gag when Y finally removed his finger, much to the thing’s apparent relief as it gasped. 

“Is my message clear to you, little pet?” He asked the question in such a casual tone that, if not listening to the words, one might have assumed he’d simply asked about the weather.

  It nodded desperately, eyes unable to look away from his bloody finger. 

“Perfect. Now I’m sure you’re tired and, well, I’m not a cruel man.” A glint of white teeth showed in a grin. “I’ll let you rest in here--on the soft carpet even!--but I will not have you making a single sound,” he said it slowly, dragging the blood covered finger across the boy’s dry lips, “got it? Remember, if you distract me from spending quality time with my sister on my birthday, I have much, much, more painful ways to punish you.”

The compliant nod came quickly this time, and Y laughed. 

“Alright, that was fun then, wasn’t it, X?” he locked eyes with her and she smiled in return, letting go of the boy. “I’ll lock the door from the outside so this rascal doesn’t try anything nasty, like leaving.” He punctuated the word with a sneer, looking down at it and making his warning clear. 

“I’ll see you later! You had better be ready to behave, then, or you really won’t like what happens. I’d hate to have to ruin your pretty countenance, after all.”

He flicked off the light, locked the door and the boy was left in the darkness with only its own regret and misery to keep it company.

Continued here!

[whumping-newbie]

Whumpblr Re-Introduction Post

It’s been like.... 2 years since I made this blog and pretty much a year since I was properly active, but i figured now is as good a time as any to re-introduce my blog for the people that follow me!

Hello! I’m Abi, she/her, in my 20′s and i guess technically, no longer a whumping-newbie XD but i do not want to change my blog name. I have too many masterposts and links and i do not want to go to the effort of changing every SINGLE one because i changed the name so. The name is staying XD

I love to see reluctant whumpers, creepy captors, lots of hurt/angst and some spicy stuff too!

I have a few stories on this blog that are very much the definition of WIP XD perpetually in progress. But anyway! Under the cut for length.

My main project - Angel:

Most of the stories on this blog are from the perspective of my reluctant whumper, Michał, and his story can be found [Here]. If you’re interested in some of the less whumpy context for the story, it can be found on my writing blog [Here] (and the prequel [Here]). It’s a story about a Princess who is on the run after her country is overthrown and her father executed by the former army General - who will not stop until he has captured the Princess once again. Michał, who is loyal to the Princess, must try and keep his intentions hidden but do whatever he can to stop the General from finding the Princess.

I do have a dark AU for this story, but i don’t really know if i want to post it XD maybe if people are interested.

A project that is on hiatus but is nevertheless here - the Whumper Gathering, aka Lot 1′s Story:

Based on a post [x] [x] by @straight-to-the-pain and @scath001, whumpees are auctioned off and taken by very rich ppl. Idk the worldbuilding isn’t thought out that much XD but here features Lot 1 and a few other whumpees who find themselves caught up in this system. The master post is [Here].

And I find myself working on an ever-growing list of stories with the one and only @justplainwhump! She’s a fantastic writer and RP partner, and we have a few stories together! (most of which are on [her blog], but i really should post more of mine here XD)

Set in her Street Magic universe, one of my OC’s in there is Creepy Charles “Charlie” Atwood, a high-ranking councilman who is sadistic, and has something of an unhealthy obession with his best friend’s wife Marissa. Most of these stories are NSFW, and Sara’s blog is 18+, so I shall repeat this here. Please don’t read or interact with these if you are under 18. The stories are tagged and read-more’d, but please heed them.

There is the Charlie/Marissa/Jason story, where Marissa is held captive in Charlie’s basement and hurt a Lot.

And the Casino AU, a sandbox where Marissa and other whumpees are forced to work for an ultra exclusive brothel on the top floor of a luxury casino (created also with the help of @sableflynn!). (warning for humiliation, captivity, noncon (not explicit), intimate whumpers, sadistic whumpers, lady whump (mostly lady whumpees, but also lady whumpers), human trafficking) There’s plenty of angst, and very little comfort here. Except for #Maritessa. There is plenty of content here, including other collaborations with @what-a-whump and her amazing characters too! Dany and B comf gives me life tbh #Bany. My characters in this universe, aside from Charlie, include Emily Lola, a student who was brought to the casino because she fit a profile and no one will miss her, Mr Jamie and Mrs Leona Fiennes, a married couple searching for entertainment (overly cheerful and low key discovering their taste for sadism too).

For less whump, more comf, and some more character pieces (with a tiny bit of angst for good measure), this is Lilly’s Story - about Charlie’s daughter whom he disowned for her magic. This is more intrinsically tied to the Street Magic universe, but her story focusses on her relationship with a fellow mage.

Lastly, I have something that I would like to post soon. My gift for my secret sunflower from months ago lmao @greatandquestionablecontent!

A reluctant whumper, a fiesty lady whumpee, and a very terrifying grandma (and cats, lots of cats).

I think that’s everything? I would like to post more of my writing here but I need time and inspiration, but for now, this is a nice place to start for anyone who comes across my blog!