#implied nsfwhump

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Whumpuary 2024 Day 12

12. (Jan 23-24) "You're awake" / Rescue / Unfair Fight 

cw physical whump/injury, captive whumpee, intimate whumper, suggestive, mention of starvation, emeto, beating, choking 

“You want me to do what?” 

“Hit me,” Whumper said with a smirk. “Go on, I know you want to.” 

Whumpee shivered, remembering the last time they had tried to fight back against Whumper. Their stomach turned at the memory of how easily Whumper had gotten them under control—beaten them senseless until Whumpee was a crying, shaking mess. And that had been back when Whumper had first taken them. When Whumpee still had their strength, mentally and physically. They couldn’t imagine how much worse they’d fair now in a fight against their captor. 

“What are you waiting for?” Whumper asked, closing the space between them. They looked down at Whumpee with amusement. “Ah...are you scared of what I’ll do to you, honey?” 

“Please, I don’t...” Whumpee tried to step away, but their back hit the wall behind them. “I can’t. I don’t want to.” 

Whumper nodded in mock sympathy. “I know you don’t.” They grabbed one of Whumpee’s wrists and held it up roughly. “Look how frail you’ve gotten, darling. I doubt you could even hit me very hard...” 

When they blinked, the tears began to spill from Whumpee’s eyes. “P-Please, don’t make me do this, you know I—” 

Whumper silenced them with a kiss, their other hand grabbing onto Whumpee’s hair and holding them in place as they squirmed. Pulling back, Whumper said, “I know. You’re scared of trying to take me in a fight. But don’t forget what happens when you disobey me. I promise, it will be much worse than a beating.” 

Whumpee’s breath caught on a sob, and Whumper took a step back. They towered over Whumpee, tall and muscular, with strong arms that could easily break them. Whumpee felt dizzy, hands trembling where they clenched into fists at their sides. 

“Come on,” Whumper said with a laugh. “Let’s see what you’ve got. If you impress me, maybe I'll try not to make you bleed.” 

Whumpee had to stand on their tiptoes in order to reach Whumper. They hissed in pain when their fist landed wrong, barely drawing a reaction from Whumper but leaving their knuckles sore. They didn’t know how to fight, they didn’t know how to throw a punch, but that didn’t matter. Whumper didn’t want a fair fight—they wanted to humiliate Whumpee, and they wanted an excuse to hurt them back. 

“Is that all you’ve got?” Whumper taunted as their captive cradled their hand against their chest. “Aw, now don’t give me those pathetic eyes, honey. You look absolutely miserable.” 

“Please...” Whumpee tried again. But that word was as far as they got before Whumper’s fist connected with their face hard enough to knock them back into the wall. Whumpee groaned in pain, trying to stay on their feet. 

Whumper grabbed their wrists and pinned them above Whumpee’s head, able to hold both in one hand. “Have I not been feeding you enough? Seems like you’ve gotten thinner since the last time we did this. Weaker.” Their other hand curled around Whumpee’s throat, strong fingers cutting off their air with ease. “Yeah, look at that. You used to be able to struggle more.” 

They were right. Whumpee thrashed against their hold, but it didn’t do any good at all. Whumper had broken them down so much they didn’t have the strength to fight back. The hand on their neck pulled Whumpee forward before slamming them back into the wall. Whumpee’s vision blacked out when their head hit the concrete, and their lungs burned with each gasping breath as they crumpled to the ground. 

“Fucking pathetic.” Whumper said it almost fondly, kicking Whumpee in the stomach. “I won’t lie, I’ve missed this. You’ve been so good for me lately, I haven’t had much reason to hurt you. I forgot how fun it is.” 

Whumpee made a soft noise of pain, struggling to push themself up onto their hands and knees. They were aided by the hand tangling in their hair and yanking them up the rest of the way. “N-no more,” they begged, voice barely audible. “I can’t...” 

Whumper chuckled. “But I’m enjoying this so much, honey. Unless you can think of another way to entertain me?” 

Whumpee nodded desperately, which made their head spin. Fingers grasped at Whumper’s thighs because they couldn’t get the words out, chest tight and voice choked with sobs. 

“Hm,” Whumper hummed thoughtfully. “You don’t usually give it up that easy. Must really be feeling it, huh?” 

Another boot to the stomach made Whumpee double over, shoulders heaving as they puked. 

Whumper took a step back and watched them with amusement. “Poor little thing,” they cooed. Whumpee was shaking, arms curled around themself protectively. “I don’t think I'll ever get tired of you.” 

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[brainrotlesbian]

The toy and the prince

Part 1: the discovery

Jordan wasn’t sure what he’d find down in the dungeon. All he knew is that he was curious, and while his sister and her advisors were away, he had a few hours to investigate. The first few cells were empty, and he began to grow bored until he opened the fourth cell door, revealing a person on the other side. Or, rather, a person-shaped lump of cloth and chains. They shifted slightly, their chest and back slowly raising then lowering, like they struggled to breathe. Jordan frowned, unsure of what, exactly, they had done to warrant such a punishment. He knew nothing about them, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to ask.

He slowly approached the prisoner, who gave no indication that they were aware of his presence. He knelt down next to them and gently placed his hand on their shoulder, which prompted thrashing and muffled screaming from them. He quickly drew his hand back until they slowed down, whimpering underneath the layers of cloth that mummified them.

Jordan huffed in irritation. How was he supposed to get them to realize that he wasn’t there to hurt them?

Their body still trembled as he tentatively reached for the end of the cloth at the back of their head, pulling it away without touching them.

“Mmm… mmmmph… hmmmm…” They whimpered as the cloth finally unwinded from their eyes, revealing the terrified look in them. They stared up into his face, still trembling.

“Mmmph!” Tears had formed in their beautiful deep blue eyes, slipping down their face.

The poor thing was terrified.

“I’m not here to hurt you!” Jordan said, raising both of his hands. “Promise!”

The person blinked, their eyes shifting around, examining their surroundings. Breathing heavily.

“Can—” Jordan stopped. He knew they couldn’t hear him, but needed their confirmation. He gestured to his ear with his pointer finger.

They stared at him for a moment, before recognition filled their eyes, and they shook their head. It didn’t seem like they could read lips, at least, not all that well, so he figured they weren’t normally deafened. He reached for them, only for them to scream, writhing away from him inch by inch.

“I’m not gonna hurt you!” Jordan snapped. “Jesus Christ you’re—“ He stopped when he saw them shaking, choking on the sobs lodged in their throat.

He’d fucked up. They were sobbing violently, to the point where they had trouble breathing. They gasped, straining and squirming against their tight restraints. Jordan held up his hands, slowly approaching them.

“Mm… hmmmm…” they gasped, struggling for every breath, until they slumped against the wall, glaring as Jordan got closer to them. “Mmmm.”

“I’m sorry,” Jordan said, continuing to unwraps the cloth, hoping that they would soon be able to speak and explain what happened to them.

His hopes soon died when he saw the thick leather muzzle buckled and padlocked around their mouth. He didn’t have the key, and he had no idea how to get the padlock off otherwise. He sighed, then moved to their side, staring at the plugs stuffed in their ears. He carefully reached out and pulled it from their ear, ignoring the whining from them as semi-dried glue stuck to it.

“Can you hear me now?” he asked, keeping his voice low so it wouldn’t startle them.

They turned to him, nodding silently. Now that their nose was no longer covered by the cloth, they seemed to be breathing better. He made quick work of removing the second ear plug, then sat down in front of them. They shifted in the chains binding them as Jordan finally got a better look at their face.

They were very pretty, in spite of the blood staining the left side of their face. Their left eye was slightly swollen, bruises battering the left side of their face. Evidently they’d been beaten. Jordan pursed his lips.

“Well… I guess we can kinda communicate now,” he said. “Sorta. How long have you been down here?”

“Mm-mmmph.” They blinked, narrowing their eyes in irritation.

“God, right, I’m sorry. I can’t take that thing off I… I don���t have anything to cut it off and I don’t have a key…”

He watched them wilt a little bit, lowering their head.

“Hey, wait, that doesn’t mean I won’t help,” he said. “I… you don’t deserve this, do you? Did you even do anything wrong?”

They looked up at him with tears pricking at their eyes again, then shook their head. They shifted again, the chains clanking against the cold concrete floor.

“They’ve just been keeping you down here for no reason?!” Jordan felt fire sparking in his chest.

This helpless, innocent, terrified person, held captive in the dungeon for who knows how long. He let out a heavy sigh.

“I’m gonna help you the best I can,” he said, standing up. “It probably isn’t safe here; I’ll take you back to my room.”

“Mmmm!!!” Their eyes widened, seemingly terrified. “Mmmmph!”

“Not… ah geez… not like that. It’s not safe here; it’s safer in my room. I’m trying to help you I promise.”

Jordan softly scooped them up in his arms. They were rather heavy; heavier than he was used to, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. They wiggled and whined, until they quickly ran out of energy and went limp, resting their head against his shoulder with a soft cry. They curled in on themselves, crying softly into his chest.

“Shhh… it’s ok, it’ll be ok,” he whispered. “You’re gonna be ok.”

Jordan worked for a long time to remove the chains wrapped around their body, which was especially difficult without the key to unlock the padlocks keeping them around their body. The person sat still in his bed, not looking at him. After an hour and a half, he’d managed to remove the chains and the cloth mummifying them. Underneath the cloths, they were hardly wearing anything; no shirt and only a torn pair of pants.

“Almost there, almost there…” Jordan stuck out his tongue, unwrapping the cloths binding their feet.

“Mmmm…” They shifted their hips, still not moving their arms from behind their back. Jordan figured they were still bound, but he hadn’t had time to check.

“You have a family to go back to?” he asked, finally discarding the last of the cloths.

They shook their head, their face lowered. They wouldn’t look at him. His heart sank.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “If… you want, you could stay with me?”

They looked up, their eyes narrowed. He shifted behind them, working to free their bound wrists. He’d deal with the tape encasing their fists afterwards.

“Well, I mean, you don’t have anywhere to go, so, I figured, I could help you out a bit,” he said, making quick work of unbinding their wrists.

“Mmmfff.” They brought their hands to their lap, their movements stiff and obviously pained. “Mmmm!” Their taped hands scraped over the muzzle, prying at the padlocks desperately

“Hold on, hold on!” Jordan crawled back in front of them, grabbing their left hand and holding it in both of their hands.

“Hmmm!!!” Their eyes went wide and they pulled against his grip, but they weren’t strong enough to break free. “Mmmmm!!!”

“Easy, I’m trying to help you,” he said. “Will you let me? Please?”

“Mmmm…” They looked down, letting their arms slacken. “Hmm… mm-hmmm.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, attempting to make removing the tape as painless as possible, but it didn’t stop them from whimpering and crying with every rip.

It took several painful minutes until their hands were freed, and they immediately began prying at the muzzle still tightly locked around their mouth.

“Mmmfff!” Their eyes widened as they couldn’t loosen it. “Mmmm!”

“It’s not gonna come off, pretty thing,” a new voice at the door said.

They jumped and shrieked when they saw Gabriel at the door, immediately shifting over to Jordan and hiding behind him. Jordan looked back at them, seeing the terrified look plastered on their face, their eyes in shock.

“It’s ok, Gabriel’s just here to help!” he said, gently taking their right hand in theirs. “It’ll be ok.”

“Mmm!! Mmmnnnn!!! Mm-mmm!!!” They shook their head wildly.

“It’s ok, I’m not here to hurt you,” Gabriel said, approaching the two and holding out his hand, smiling warmly. “Let’s see if I can find some keys to get that off you, shall we?”

“Mmffff!!!” Tears pricked at their eyes, slipping down their muzzled cheeks, still shaking their head hard and backing away from both of them. They pried frantically at the muzzle with their right hand.

“Hey, don’t worry, I’ll come with you, it’ll be fine,” Jordan said, placing his arm around their shoulders. “You’ll be fine.”

“Mmm!” They sobbed, wrapping their arms around themselves as they were led out.

They stumbled down the hallways, sniffling and sobbing in terror as all three of them reached the doors to the dungeon. They trembled behind Jordan as Gabriel opened the door and gestured for them to enter in first. Jordan gave him a smile and slid in, just in time for Gabriel to slam his head into the side of the doorframe, knocking him out cold.

[iwritewhump]

"You're not supposed to be here, you have to leave now!" + unexpected visitor + caretaker turned (accidental) whumper

day 26 of @whumptember

376 words

warnings: implied nsfw, abusive relationship

a/n: i changed the prompts a bit, so you're just gonna have to work with me

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Hero ignores the voice in the back of his head telling him to turn back. To go back home to Lover and wait for Villain to reach out. But, even with Villain’s letter, something didn’t seem right. And Hero would get to the bottom of it. 

He pulls Villain’s door open and steps inside, wrinkling his nose at the smell. “Villain?” he calls out, craning his neck past the entryway. “It’s just me, I wanted to check on you.” 

Quickly, she appears in her bedroom doorway. “You’re not supposed to be here, what are you doing? You should leave.” she presses her cheek against the doorframe, “Now.”

His eyebrows knit together and he bites his cheek, “Are you sure? I can-”

“Nope, you can go! I know how much Lover loathes for you to be here with me,” she says, drawing the words out to mock Lover.

Hero smiles gently and nods, “Alright, but tell me if you need anything, alright? I know you and Supervillain don’t get along the best. How’s that going, by the way? I know he’s in town.” 

“Oh, I get it.” she chuckles, “I’m not giving you anything on him, sorry. You can leave, I’ll reach out if I need anything. Promise.” 

She forces a smile and waits for him to close the door before sliding down the door frame in relief. 

“What was that about?” Supervillain asks, pulling Villain back into her room. “We don’t get along?” 

She laughs nervously and pulls her arm back to her side, “I have to make him think that we’re not close so he tells me his plans. Of course we get along,” she swallows thickly and kisses his cheek, “I love you.” 

He hums, a deep vibration in his throat and presses a kiss to her temple, “Good to hear.” He takes a handful of her hair and pulls her head back, “Because if I find out you’re working with him, I will kill you.” 

She clears her throat and nods, “I know, I’m playing him, I swear.” 

He tugs her down quickly and releases her, sending her falling to the ground. “I’m happy to hear it. Because if you’re planning anything…” 

“I know,” she hurries. “I’m not, I only work with you.”

[rule-masochism]

domestic whump kissies!! whumper just shutting whumpee tf up with a rough kiss on the lips bc the only thing their mouth is good for is to service whumper!!!

[defire]

Environmental hurt sounds

Content: choking, whip, implied noncon, slapping, belts, cutting, restraints, chains, stick beating, manhandling

Choking sounds

The actual sound of a whip hitting skin, not the cracking sound

belt clink

Jeans being pulled down

Buttons softly undone

Light slap of hands catching wrists

rhythmic squeaking of bed

Sound of rough penetration

Skin rubbing on skin

the actual sound of a slap on skin, might sound like a high-five on face or hands, a clap on arms and thighs, or even a pop with a cupped hand on belly or buttocks

Belt being snapped on itself

knot being tied

Soft scraping sound of a knife cutting skin

Painstakingly dragging oneself across the floor

Chain clink

Stick hitting skin sounds more like a "thwip" when thin and like a whoosh and light slap, sometimes you can hear the wood making a musical little sound, when thicker

Restraints squeaking/twisting as they're yanked at

Throat and mouth sounds from being forced open

The "awhmf" sound of a mouth being covered

Loud thump of body hitting the wall

[evilwriter37]

Yooooooo, I love this!

Hiccup + forced transorbital lobotomy

He struggles and fights at first, of course. Ends up getting himself a little more hurt then necessary as he tries to squeeze his eyes shut and turn his head away. But once it starts, it gets better. His vision blurs and words stop making sense. It's all gibberish now.

He can't think. He doesn't need to think. There's no need when he has someone to do all the thinking for him. And the nice man makes him feel all warm and good. It can't be bad if it feels so nice and if he feels so relaxed, right?

No thoughts. No worries. Just a hazy mind and warm, fuzzy feelings. Just calloused hands and a rough stubble treating him so nicely.

[wolfeyedwitch]

The Heart and the Hunger, Part 15

Whumptober 2024 Alt Prompt: Communication Barrier

Strap in, folks. The communication is staggeringly terrible here.

CW: conditioned female nonverbal whumpee, it as a pronoun, implied past torture, pet whump, implied past NSFWhump, whumpee tries to seduce caretaker.

Masterlist

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The vampire didn’t bother watching as its owner gathered up items to prepare to remove it from the bathtub. It stayed still, enjoying the feeling of being clean. It had been… it didn’t even know how long, since it had been this properly clean. 

“Okay, ready to get out?” he asked.

It nodded, knowing the right answer to give regardless of its actual feelings on the matter.

His hands were gentle as he lifted it out and wrapped it in a towel, then set it down on a stool. He took a second towel and began to dry its hair. 

“Now that you’re cleaned up, I want to look at your wounds again,” he said. He gave it an expectant look. It took the vampire a moment to realize he wanted a response. 

At its nod, he continued. “Okay, good. And just like before, let me know if you want me to stop, alright?”

It repeated the action he had shown it, tapping a knuckle against the stool it was perched on. 

“Just like that,” he said with a smile. “Good job.”

The praise settled something deep inside the vampire. As strange as this situation was, it was doing well. Its new owner was pleased. 

That settled feeling carried it through the discomfort of having the towel peeled away from its form. It carried the vampire through having salves and bandages applied to its various wounds, especially its wrists, ankles, and back. 

It gave the vampire the push it needed to thank its new owner properly for his kindness and generosity.

As he finished cleaning and bandaging its throat where the collar (silver, burning, always burning) had left its mark, the vampire turned its head so his hand cupped its cheek, and nuzzled into his touch. 

He was silent for a long moment, thumb slowly rubbing across its cheekbone. When he spoke, his voice was thick with emotion it couldn’t place. “You did so well with that. Great job, kid.”

It pressed further into his touch. Its owner was pleased with it; it should make the most of this.

It was a good pet. It knew its place, its role. If it wanted this owner to keep it, it needed to make him happy.

There were only so many reasons to keep a vampire pet, after all. 

Slowly, avoiding any moves that could be mistaken for aggression, it turned to press a kiss to his palm. His eyes were wide with surprise when it glanced to see his response. 

It took that as a sign to continue. 

Kisses were a gamble, and not one it wanted to push too far. They put its fangs far too close to vulnerable human skin. Some enjoyed the thrill of that danger, while others didn’t want any such risk. It didn’t know yet how this owner might respond, so it didn’t continue.

(It remembered. Remembered kissing lines up from vulnerable wrists to even more vulnerable necks, seeing its prey shiver with delight and anticipation as its breath caressed their pulse points— No. No. The past didn't matter. Only the present.)

It turned so its cheek was once more in his big palm and raised one hand—slowly, always slowly—to touch his. With its other hand, it began tracing a line from its knee up its inner thigh, spreading its legs as it went. It arched its back and let out a soft moan. 

It didn’t have much to offer, but it knew how to play this part. It knew how to offer itself up for its owner’s pleasure.

“Stop.” 

The word was sharp, unmistakable as anything other than a command. 

It obeyed immediately. 

When it dared to look at its owner’s face, it knew it had made a horrible mistake.

He was furious.

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[catchildren]

Hey quick tip, if your Whumpee is acting up you're actually supposed to parade them around in front of a tied up Caretaker, horrified to see their loved one stripped bare and covered in scars. You should probably also fuck your Whumpee in front of Caretaker for good measure, brutalizing them while you taunt Caretaker with how good they feel. You also wanna make sure your Whumpee is properly trained to cling onto you for comfort after the fact, vocalizing their gratitude that you'd give them any modicum of attention, never once looking Caretaker in the eye.

Just a suggestion, though, idk.

[favouritefearlesswhumper]

The shift from fighting a villain to fearing them is so good.

Where once, they looked at him with a distrustful glare, fists raised up, and fire stirring in their chest- now?

They fear him.

He places his hand on their face, strokes the side of it, and they tremble.

He pulls them close, presses them flush against him, and they shake.

He places a hand on their thigh. He rubs the skin there, slowly sliding his hand up higher and higher, and they whimper.

Sometimes he thinks about taking a photo of them, like this. The pathetic, fearful, mewling pet. He has pictures of them from before.

They will never go back to what they were.

And it's glorious.

[straight-to-the-pain]

I had such a sexy dream the other night and it would genuinely make such a fun whumpy scenario so I'm going to share it with you. Nothing too explicit but implied sex and violence ahead:

So like consider it being understood that if you get captured (by either side) you are likely going to be tortured and or sexually abused like everyone going into this situation knows that there are some terrible outcomes for them if they fall into the enemy's hands and this is to be avoided at all costs.

But, hear me out: what if you had a couple on opposing sides, say a rebel and a soldier, who have been in a secret relationship and are just having a great time playing out a cnc fantasy where they take turns trying to capture and fuck each other in the field and then have to be like 'yeah it was so scary but I managed to get away' to their respective sides.

Maybe one of them is actually giving information to the other so their side is aware of what's going on are just rooting for them from the sidelines but the other has to always come up with some plausible cause for having been taken captive and then getting away or like, going missing for a time during a mission.

I just think that they would be able to have so much fun with this and I wish I was them

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Test Track: Discipline (bonus panel) (T$$ AU Masterlist)

[3-2-whump]

Tying Up Loose Ends

<prev next>

Okay I'm back!

(But you had hardly left!)

Whatever! Here's the next chapter and the conclusion of this

TW/CW: creepy whumper, jealous whumper, manipulative whumper (I guess?), nsfwhump (not graphically described), noncon (at the very end, not graphically described, and honestly you could end the chapter just before it happens and it would still make sense)

A rhythmic series of knocks reverberated through the door of the office at half past eleven, just as Thomas had planned. He scooted closer towards his desk and minimized the windows he had opened on his desktop PC. “Come in,” he replied.

The door cracked open. The kid –Nico, my nephew, Michael once told him–stepped hesitantly inside, shoulders to ears, brows drawn tensely. “Y-you wanted to see me, Boss?”

“I did.” He gestured to a chair in front of the desk. Nico approached it stiffly, visibly uncomfortable being so close to the Don of the Costa Family. “Oh come on, sit down, I don’t bite, you know!” he chuckled.

Nico briefly looked around the room, eyes bright and alert. “Wait, where’s Khaled?” he asked, blinking at the empty space behind the Boss’ chair.

“On a coffee run,” Thomas answered simply. He suppressed an eye roll as Nico looked down, squinting at the bottom of the desk as if he could see through it if he stared hard enough. He cleared his throat, and Nico snapped his gaze back up. “I could ask him to get you something before he leaves the café, if you’d like?”

Nico shook his head. “I wouldn’t want to inconvenience him like that,” he insisted. The young man drew back the chair and took his seat across from the Don, and waited in questioning silence.

No matter how many times he had rehearsed this meeting in his head, nor how many arrangements he had to make over the past couple days to lead the boy to this point, Thomas still couldn’t help the nerves that feathered into the edges of his composure. Keep it cool, keep your tone calm, never betray how you truly feel, stay in control, a familiar voice once told him.

“So, how’s school?” An innocuous line, and as good an opener as any.

“Great, it’s been great.” Nico huffed an awkward little laugh as he hung his signature smile. “Which reminds me, thank you so much for allowing me this job in the first place, sir! I never got to thank you properly, or in person before-”

Thomas stopped him with one raised palm. “Hey, hey, that wasn’t all me. Let’s give a little credit to your Uncle Mike, too, right?” Nico conceded with another awkward laugh. “I understand it that this job helps you pay for your schooling, is that correct?”

“I mean, yeah,” Nico began to answer. “I don’t know how much college was back in your day, let alone law school-”

I never went to college, Thomas remembered, trailing off into his own thoughts as Nico kept nervously rambling. That was never really my scene. Never really had the brains for it, or the personability, according to my teachers. My brother, the Golden Child, on the other hand…

He redirected his thoughts at the right time where Nico started to complain about the most important part. “Wait, can you say that again?” he requested.

“My last tuition payment didn’t go through,” Nico repeated, an edge of desperation in his voice. “And if I don’t scrounge up enough money within the next two months, I won’t be able to afford my next semester’s worth of classes!”

Thomas gave a sympathetic expression of concern, even though he knew about this all along. After all, he was the one who delayed the payment to the college. “Is that so?” he asked with feigned interest.

The door cracked open again, though this time a familiar young intern entered. He cradled a cup of coffee in one hand and carried a takeout bag in the other. The guard whipped his head around, nearly bolting from his chair in shock. “Khaled?”

“Nico?” The boy approached, dumbfounded as he wordlessly set the spoils of his errand onto the Boss’ desk.

“You actually were out?” This time, Thomas rolled his eyes. Was it so hard to believe he used his fuck toy for honest work sometimes? (He supposed maybe yes, considering how much Nico had probably inadvertently witnessed over the past three years.)

Khaled’s well-timed entry provided a natural transition to the second half of his plan. “Speaking of which, I would like to thank you for looking out for Khaled this last weekend,” Thomas said. His boy silently took up post behind the desk, standing up straight with eyes slightly downcast, as he had trained him. “You’re a good kid for that. Most guys, they probably would’ve taken liberties, but not you.” Thomas craned his neck to look over his office chair. “Isn’t he a good kid?”

“Yes, sir,” Khaled readily agreed.

“Oh, no, please, I’d have done that for anybody! He’s my friend.” Thomas noticed how Nico cast a furtive glance at the boy behind him.

Friend, my ass. The very thought of how ‘friendly’ those two might have gotten had he not intervened that night made him seethe in possessive jealousy, though he maintained that icy façade of control.

“Of course, even if Khaled doesn’t remember it, you and I both know he was a wreck, wasn’t he?” The boy had sworn up and down and sideways that he didn’t remember what he had told his friend that night, no matter how much he’d tried to beat a confession out of him. Thomas leaned over the desk, dropping the volume of his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. Since Khaled still had no idea what he had told Nico, the next best course of action was to discredit his words entirely. “He was saying some pretty crazy things, wasn’t he? Things that you and I both know not to take too seriously?”

“Well… I don’t know” Nico began, “don’t they say ‘in vino veritas?’”

“Don’t they also say ‘God don’t pay tuition?’”

You’re being too blunt again, a familiar voice in his memory chastised. Yet he couldn’t help but smile as he saw understanding dawn on the young man’s face. “Well, go on,” he coaxed the young man standing behind him. “Tell him.”

Khaled bristled uncomfortably before hanging his head low. “He’s right,” he agreed somberly. “I may not remember what I said, but, it was probably not true. You should just forget it.”

“But, Khaled-” Nico began to protest.

“You heard him yourself, kid,” Thomas cut in. “Now, you’re gonna forget whatever it was he said when he was wasted, and just keep studying hard, alright?”

Nico attempted to make meaningful eye contact beyond the boss’ shoulder, but Thomas didn’t have to turn around to know Khaled would keep his eyes firmly fixed to the floor. The young guard let out a defeated sigh as he slumped back in the chair and offered a small, reluctant nod. “Yes, sir. Like it never even happened,” he muttered.

Check mate.

“Good boy.” Thomas leaned back in his chair, his hands folding on the top of the desk as his mouth curled into a small smirk of victory. “Now, try contacting Student Financial Services again. I have a feeling your tuition payment might’ve been resolved after all.” He waved him off with a final self-satisfied smile. “You may go.”

The kid looked green around the gills as he pushed himself up from the chair and excused himself from the room. As soon as he left, Thomas swiveled around to face the boy behind him. Khaled ventured a resentful, hopeless glare into his owner’s eyes before looking once again to the floor. “Well?” he goaded. Khaled did not rise to the bait.

Thomas pushed away from the desk, motioning to the familiar darkness underneath the hardwood like he was commanding a dog to lie. “Go on.” He took a sip of the slightly cooled coffee as he watched his intern crouch and fold himself into the space with stiff reluctance. “You know what to do, and you know how hard you need to work to get back in my good graces,” he sneered. “Now, put that tongue of yours to a better use.” He pushed himself back in and trapped the young man underneath the desk.

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[villainfucker]

The human jaw is more than strong enough to bite off someones penis did you know that

Btw guys I love stories where conditioned Whumpees are at their breaking point and fucking snap hmu if you have any stories like that

[useless-moss]

Got into Epic the Musical recently, and general Greek mythology as a byproduct, and just. Whumpy Odysseus and Calypso thoughts.

What if Ody has a wedding ring that he's kept safe throughout his entire journey? A fairly simple band that he's refused to let fall from his finger. A reminder of what is waiting for him back home. One of the few things that keeps him fighting after he lost everyone he cared about, because it reminds him that he'll be back with his family when it's all over. That he still has two people waiting. Two people to cherish and love with the entirety of his heart and soul when he gets back home.

And, what if when Calypso forces him to lay with her, she also forces him to remove the ring or even forcibly removes it herself?

She doesn't like the way it feels when she holds his hands. It's a rough, firm reminder that she's not who Ody wants. Something that is harder to ignore compared to his pleas and crying, because at least with those Calypso can pretend it's just from being overwhelmed. That the tears are from pleasure and love, and the begging is for more and not for her to stop.

But the ring with Penelope's name engraved on it isn't as easy to ignore. So, each night, she slides it off Odysseus' finger and hopes that, one morning soon, he won't put it back on.

[favouritefearlesswhumper]

Write about a Whumper who's Whumpee's ex. Who stalks them, day and night. Whumpee constantly looking over their shoulder, feeling eyes on them at every moment, phantom footsteps somewhere from behind with every step they take forward, the ghost of a brush against goosebump-raised skin.

Write about a whumpee who can't sleep at night. Who shivers under the covers- curtains closed, but still unable to tremble away the feeling that there's someone behind them, someone waiting on the windowsill, waiting, waiting, for them to slip up, and fall asleep too early, finally succumbing to their exhausted body and mind.

Giving Whumper time to pick the lock, and do all kinds of things to their beloved, before the sun is even in the sky.