CLAUSTRAMOR

“You did so well”

It’s the way whumper says it—the way they speak to whumpee. It’s their voice—half the time angry, biting, and degrading, only to mutate into something sickeningly sweet in the aftermath of the pain, when whumper leans in close with sticky murmurs of affection—of mocking praise.

A toxic, slimy liquid that drips from whumper’s lips and oozes thick and heavy down whumpee’s ears and neck and shoulders.

It makes whumpee’s skin crawl. 

Or at least, it did.

At first. 

But there comes a point, during the more creative of whumper’s tortures, where the pain becomes too much, where the excruciating burn of the knife or the sear of the brand is blacking out whumpee’s brain and shoving their head deep underwater, shrinking their existence down through a tiny pinhole, only to be materialized again on the other side, dazed beyond belief, panting and shaking and still bound in whumper’s arms. 

It’s those precious few moments of reprieve in the aftermath, where the warmth of whumper’s shoulder against their cheek is enough for whumpee to sink into it— For their teeth to unclench, for their shoulders to slump against whumper’s torso, for their shaking knees to crumple into whumper’s lap.

For each part of them to give up—to give in— until they’re spilling hot tears into the fabric between shaking, heaving breaths, staining whumper’s shirt with the small beads of blood that still weep from their bitten lip.

Whumper only holds whumpee’s head tightly against their shoulder and let’s them ride out the sobs. 

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Scared of the Dark?

(TW: sensory deprivation, panic attack, phobia, whip, handcuffs, blindfolded)

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“Why didn’t you tell me you were afraid of the dark? Sweetheart, that’s something I can help with.”

Whumpee’s world swam into darkness as the mask pressed against their eyelids. This wasn’t like the normal blindfolds; this one was fitted and soft. Not a trickle of light could wriggle in from the bottom. No grey, no pink, only pure, suffocating blackness.

Panic immediately clenched in Whumpee’s chest. Darkness was bad enough in their old, safe bedroom, but in this psychos basement? Worse. Somehow - impossibly- worse.

Whumper somewhere in the room with them. Oh fuck. Oh fuck where did they go?

The ground immediately felt unsteady under their feet. Whumpee flexed their fingers open and shut rhythmically, trying to keep their breathing steady. The cuffs bit into their wrists as they did. Their ears strained, trying to find Whumper in the deep blackness. They felt like they were floating. Falling. Screaming. They jerked against the cuffs without thinking. Where are they?? Where are they?!

“Please. Please take it off. Please, I’ll be so good.” Their voice shook more than they expected - some of the squeaking words caught between a whisper and nothingness.

A jolt of panic snapped through Whumpee’s spine as fingertips brushed their cheek - no. Knuckles. Gently. They twitched their face away from the touch without thinking. In front of them. Whumper was in front of them.

Whumper laughed softly, and their breath tickled Whumpee’s left ear. Shit. Fuck. Next to them. Whumpee was next to them.

“So good for me? What are you going to do to be good for me? To persuade me?” Whumper stepped closer, their front pressing against Whumpee’s back. FUCK. Behind them. Whumper was behind them. Final answer. Standing behind, speaking in their ear, reaching around to touch their face. Whumpee was completely surrounded. Surrounded by them. By touch. By darkness. Cold, suffocating darkness. Whumpee barely choked back a sob.

Without their sight, they felt unsteady. Like the ground was at an angle. Like they could fall any minute and would have no idea where they’d land. Maybe they wouldn’t land. Maybe they would fall down down down into the sucking inky void, screaming on and on forever as the darkness ate the sound from their throat.

“Well this is certainly having an effect on you,” Whumper gloated. “You can’t even focus enough to answer one little question.” Whumper’s hand dropped from their cheek and trailed down their waist. Whumpee’s skin twitched under the touch, trying to crawl away.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut as tightly as they could manage. Maybe if it’s their choice that they can’t see, the darkness couldn’t devour them.

It did anyway.

“Qu-question?” Whumpee stammered, trying to focus.

Whumper’s fingertips changed direction, skimming small looping patterns over their side and thigh. Completely unpredictable, changing directions sporadically. “Yes, sweet. My question. What would you do to persuade me to take it off?”

Whumpee could feel the strings of the mask burning around their skull. Off. They needed it off. “Anything. Anything, please. Please just take it off.”

“Well thats’s not very persuasive,” Whumper chuckled, using their other hand to make the same velvety soft patterns up Whumpee’s arm. “I’m having a pretty good time right now, so you would have to think of something I want to do even more.”

Off. Off. They were going to take it off. Think of something.

“Darling, I’m not going to wait all night. Make me an offer.”

Whumpee’s heart was pounding in their ears. Think of something. Anything. Something bad. Darkness? No. Not that bad thing. Another bad thing. Something they would like.

Whumpee’s head spun and fell apart into a hundred scattered pieces. The only thing they could think of was the sucking blackness pulling at their skin.

“Better hurry, I’m starting to get bored.” Whumper’s fingers trailed over tender, tingling scars. Whumpee twitched away without thinking, but Whumper only laughed softly. Good. They were usually mad when Whumpee flinched too much. Then they got the whip-

That’s a thing.

“The whip.”

Whumper laughed loudly, making Whumper flinch more. “Ah, so you can talk after all. You really want the whip?”

“Please. Please take it off now. I-I can’t do anymore.”

“No no, darling. I need you to beg me.” Whumper’s hands left Whumpee’s body. That was somehow worse. Whumpee could tell that they were moving but couldn’t tell where. Everything was lost to the void.

Focus. Beg.

“Please. Please. Please take it off.”

Whumper laughed again. Shit. They were in front of them now. The void got smaller. Suffocating them. Squeezing their flesh while trying to rip them apart.

“No no, don’t beg me to take it off. Beg me to whip you. Beg me to make you scream. Tell me how badly you want to bleed for me.”

Pain was coming. So much pain. It sounded like a blessed release - anything but the darkness. They drew in a shaking breath. “Please. The whip. Please whip me.”

“Aww, I think you can be a little more convincing than that.”

Whumpee started to shake so badly they were afraid their knees would give out. The ground still seemed uneaven and sloped under their feet. Just say the words. Say it and it will be done.

“I want you to make me bleed. Please, I want you to whip me. I want to scream for you. I’ll be so good. So, so good. Please take it off and let me be good for you. Let me scream for you.”

Whumpee jerked away as soft fingers cupped their face, but Whumper’s grip help firm. “Now that’s better. So much better. You really are being good for me. You really want me to whip you?”

“Yes. Yes, please whip me.”

“You want to scream for me?”

“I’ll scream so loud. Please. Please.”

“Well how can I say no when my darling is being so sweet? Alright. I’ll whip you.”

Relief flooded Whumpee. Maybe some panic too, but any more panic in their blood was negligible.

“Now thank me for being so gracious.”

Whumpee bit their lip. Just say it and it will be over. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. What a good pet I have.”

Whumpee trembled as Whumper’s hands pulled away from their face. They waited for the mask to slide up and off of them, but it stayed untouched.

“I’m going to take those cuffs off you now,” Whumper said, moving back behind them.

“But you said you’d-”

“Patience, sweet. I thought you said you were going to be good for me? Or would you rather I leave it on all night?”

Whumpee’s mouth snapped shut. Hot tears were starting to fill the mask. They tried to seep back into the creases of their eyelids as the mask pressed close.

“Don’t touch the mask.”

Whumper fiddled with the cuffs for a moment before it clicked off of one hand, then the other.

The Whumpee itched to pull the mask off, but settled for rubbing their aching wrists instead. They were warm and wet - Whumpee hadn’t realized their wrists had started bleeding again. They must have been pulling harder than they thought. The feel of their blood between their fingers made Whumpee dizzy all over again.

They tried to take a step to regain their balance, but that made it worse. Their hands instinctively snapped up to their face to pull off the blindfold.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Whumper growled, clamping onto Whumpee’s wrists and yanking their arms back down.

“I’m sorry! I slipp-”

“Shut up,” Whumper snapped. “If you so much as touch that mask, I will duct tape it to your face and leave you like that until the weekend.”

Their voice dropped. Low. Dangerous. “And if you take it off?” Whumper’s breath brushed across Whumpee’s face and they whispered, “I will cut out your eyes and you will live in this darkness until the day you die. Got it?”

Whumpee’s chest closed in again. They choked for air, processing the threat.

A sharp pain spread across their cheek as their head snapped to the side. “I said. Got it?”

“Yes. I got it,” came the parroted response. Air flooded their lungs again. Too fast. Too slow. Not enough. Whumpee focused on opening and closing their hands again. They couldn’t start hyperventilating. They would pass out. They didn’t want to black out into a deeper darkness. Focus.

“Good. Now get on your knees. I’m going to whip you just like you asked. And you had better be good for me.”

“But,” The mask burned into their face. Off. They needed it off. “You promised. Please. Please take it off.”

Whumper chucked from the other side of the room. Whumpee could hear them pulling the whip off of its place on the wall.

“You begged me to whip you, so I’ll whip you. You never specified that I needed to take the mask off first. Now get on your knees.”

Whunpee’s hands twitched. They clenched them together to keep from touching the mask. It was hard. Very hard.

“Please just-“

The whip cracked across their chest. Whumpee screamed, stumbling back.

“I said ‘knees’. Now.”

Whumpee hesitated.

“Don’t make tell you again.”

Whumpee’s knees buckled involuntarily, and they sunk to the floor. They couldn’t hold back their sobs anymore. Their breaths came shallow and fast, a sporadic and painful rhythm as they choked on the all-consuming blackness.

Whumpee couldn’t even brace for the pain as their chest tightened more and more. Their hands went numb as the darkness flooded through them. The cold sucking sensation overwhelmed them. The world turned upside down as the blackness pulled them deeper into the void.

Whumpee flinched hard as Whumper’s fingers gently brushed through their hair, but they didn’t pull away.

“Oh darling, you’re such a mess.”

Whumpee continued their choking sobs in response. They were shaking so hard they were afraid they’d topple over and fall into eternity.

“You have been so good for me. You didn’t even touch the mask. I’m so proud of you.”

The mask burned. It pulled in on their face like a python, squeezing tighter and tighter as they gaped for air. The darkness sucked away their warmth, leaving them shaking and numb, fighting for life on the concrete.

“So good indeed. I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?”

Searing white light flooded Whumpee’s vision as Whumper slipped the mask up and off. They gasped at the crisp air, eyes darting around the room painfully. Whumpee’s hands flew to their face, and they scrubbed the tears away from their eyes, blinking up at the light. Feeling returned to their fingers, a burning, blessed warmth.

Whumper knelt in front of them, tossing the whip far to the side, out of reach.

“But…” Whumpee stammered, “but, but I thought you-”

“Oh hush, darling. Don’t work yourself back up into a panic.” Their fingers snuck out to caress Whumpee’s cheek, and Whumpee gladly leaned into the soft warmth. “You were very, very good for me. You’ve done enough for today.”

Whumpee blinked at them. “No…no whip?”

“Not tonight.”

Whumpee reached up to hold the hand on their cheek as they processed the words. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Whumper. Thank you!”

Whumper smiled at them, warmly but amused. “You’re very welcome.”

Whumper stood up smoothly and retrieved the whip, putting it back in its place on the wall.

“Bring me the mask and cuffs, will you?”

“Of course, Whumper.”

Whumpee located both on the floor behind them. They scooped them up and stood - legs all pins and needles - and quickly brought them to Whumper who took them and tucked them away in their places as well.

“There. Everything where it should be.” Whumper glanced at the clock. “Except you. You should be in bed at this hour.” Whumper turned and gently wiped away the rest of Whumpee’s tears. They hadn’t quite calmed down yet, but they could breathe. That was good enough.

“Let’s get you to bed. And take this with you.” They handed Whumpee a small box.

It was a nightlight. Brand new.

Whumpee looked up at them, eyes wide.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. I told you I could help. I take care of my things. Now, get to bed,” Whumper said, tousling Whumpee’s hair playfully. “I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

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Continued here.

Whump Prompts: Muzzles

Content: Vampire whumpee, burns, muzzles, conditioning, recovery, starvation.

Whumper forcing Caretaker to muzzle Whumpee for them.

Whumpee doesn't want to take the muzzle off because they're conditioned to believe that they're dangerous.

Whumpee always having a muzzle on them because they'll bite chunks of skin off otherwise.

A vampire whumpee having to wear a muzzle for everyone's safety because they're so hungry that they can't control themselves.

The muzzle on Whumpee's face being so small that they can't physically open their mouths or breathe properly.

Whumpee secretly keeping the muzzle Whumper always used on them after their escape to feel some sort of normalcy in their new life.

Whumpee's muzzle also having a bit attached to it that sits in Whumpee's mouth when they've got it on.

Trying to pry the muzzle off the second Whumper isn't looking.

Caretaker having to throw the muzzle away within Whumpee's eyesight just so they know it's gone forever.

The heavy breathing Whumpee does through their nose because they can't open their mouth.

Whumper poking their finger through one of the holes in Whumpee's muzzles to tease them or yank them around.

One of Whumper's workers trying to feed Whumpee through the muzzle because they feel bad for them.

A vampire whumpee with a muzzle made of silver strapped to their face.

Whumpee who's conditioned to hate leaving the house because it means they've got to put on a muzzle.

HOPELESS ROMANTIC ARO — for aromantics who are hopeless romantics

I adore muzzling Whumpees. 

A face mask over a muzzle as Whumper drags Whumpee through a crowded area. Whumpee knows exactly what will happen to them if they make a scene.

The deep red marks on Whumpee’s face as their muzzle is removed for the first time in months. The way they struggle to speak again after days of having it on. The first word they manage to croak out is “water”.

Whumpee refuses to take some kind of pill, so Whumper stuffs it into their mouth and covers their lips with duct tape. Either they swallow willingly or it gets dissolved in their mouth, but they’re taking it.

Whumpee so terrified and hysterical that they can only sob and hyperventilate behind the duct tape, struggling to get enough air without their mouth. All they can do is sob, choking on their own tears and spit.

Whumpee sitting in the bathtub as Caretaker carefully tries to remove the duct tape wrapped around Whumpee’s head. They whisper apologies whenever Whumpee flinches.

Rescuers not having enough time to un-muzzle Whumpee. They just pick the bound and silenced Whumpee up and run. 

Whumpee only being able to communicate through muffled grunts through their muzzle, but still desperately trying to communicate with Caretaker.

101 kinky/spicy prompts

Send me a number and I’ll write a quick, brief snippet. Or, hey, we’ll see how long it ends up being, who knows. (If you like, you can also include a fandom, a character, or characters!)

Aftercare/Pampering

Drunken Sex/Tipsy Sex/Sex While High

Coming Untouched

Exhibitionism/Showing Off

Friends to Lovers

Gags

Wet/Messy

Shower/Bath Sex

Gangbang/Orgy

Making Love

Double Penetration/Triple Penetration/Spitroasting

Fuck or Die/Sex Pollen/Heats

Rough Sex

Dirty Talk

Bondage/Handcuffs

Consensual Somnophilia

Handjobs/Fingering

Body Worship

Oral Sex/Face-fucking

Fake it Till You Make It

Glory Hole

Praise Kink

Humiliation Kink

Dom/sub

Lingerie/Dress-Up

Creampies

Angry Sex

Almost Getting Caught/Shh, Be Quiet

Crying During Sex/Emotional Sex

Hurt/Comfort

Outdoor Sex

Morning Sex

Porn/Sex Tape

Kitchen Sex

Honeymoon Sex/Consummating Marriage

Fully Clothed

Office Sex

Blindfold/Sensory Deprivation

Riding

Hair-pulling

Altar Sex

Multiple Orgasms

Reunion Sex

Facial

Toys/Dildos/Vibrators/Clamps

Spanking/Punishment

Voyeurism

Breakup/Makeup

Slow Sex/Lazy Sex/Taking Your Time

Tentacles

Soulbond/Telepathy/Mindreading

Size Kink

Wet Dreams

Cum Kink

Knotting

Goodbye Sex

Phone Sex/Video Call Sex

Roleplay

Mirror Sex

Striptease

Overstimulation

Breeding Kink/Pregnancy Kink

Masturbation

Semi-Public Sex/Public Sex

Orgasm Delay/Denial/Control

Nipple Play

Wall Sex

Collars

i think you know what this one is.

Hickeys/Marking

Making Out/Heavy Petting

Fuckbuddies/FwB

Cock Cages/Chastity

Body Shots

First Time

Laughter During Sex

Wish Fulfillment

Breathplay/Choking

Cum Inflation/Belly Kink

Having Sex On Every Surface

Breaking Furniture

Casual Sex

Intercrural Sex

Kissing All Over

Gentle Sex

Pet Play

Being Loud

Simultaneous Orgasm

Fully Clothed

No Penetration

Cock-Warming

Seduction/Wooing

Anal Sex/Pegging

Whipped Cream/Chocolate Syrup/Licking

Monster Sex

Predicament Bondage

Fucking Machine/Milking

Insatiable/Heat/Desperation

Accidental Stimulation

Dry Humping/Grinding

Plugs

Aplatonic (apl for short) flags part 3 :3 🍏🟩🟦🟪 (This set uses green+blue+purple, there's another set that uses yellow for apl instead.) (Due to the image limit, this is split into 4 posts.)

I noticed some a-spec flags were missing tertiary counterparts, so I made some. Some of these flags have already been made before, so they're not all original (I still wanted to have all the flags together in a set, and all in the same res).

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greyplatonic | demiplatonic | aegoplatonic (1)

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aegoplatonic (2) | non sam apl (1) | non sam apl (2)

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neu apl | aplvoid | aplflux

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aplspike (1) | aplspike (2) | apljump

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dark greyplatonic | light greyplatonic | atomoplatonic

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delloplatonic | fictoplatonic | cupioplatonic

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bellusplatonic | reciproplatonic | lithoplatonic

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frayplatonic (1) | frayplatonic (2) | apothiplatonic

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orchidplatonic | myrplatonic | aplflexible

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I'll also note that some of these terms can have multiple names, with the "platonic", "aplatonic", & "apl" part being interchangeable. This isn't applicable to every term though. I also chose not to list everything to try to keep it brief. So for example, greyplatonic can also be called greyaplatonic and greyapl.

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[A-spec flag sets masterpost]

SERAITY．   ➷

pt: seraity. end pt.

⚘   ⌣   definition．

 a species term for angel / god hybrids; this may mean someone who is an angel who's also a god, a god who's also an angel, an angelic god, godly angel, etc. for @rabidbatboy's cointober prompts.

pt: definition, a species term for angel/god hybrids; this may mean someone who is an angel who's also a god, a god who's also an angel, an angelic god, godly angel, etcetera. for @/rabidbatboy's cointober prompts(link). end pt.

COINER．  voice of the egocentric．  ➷

⚘   ⌣   seraphim + deity．

TAGS．  @radiomogai @specieschive @eldrorian @alterhumanflags @sevvys @angeltism @jigumis @zoeynovie @eeriecute．  ➷

RACCOON: a presentation term for queer masculine presenting individuals who have permanent dark circles, and appear scruffy, disheveled and messy, this might be due to a disorder/mental health issues but this is not a requirement

TAGGING: @radiomogai

🧼 ——— FLAG COINED BY ME

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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