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Mermay is here! :3
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Oh my god thank you so much @albino-whumpee this is everything I’d hoped for. The smarmy look on Leon’s face is absolutely perfect and I love the look of forced discomfort and yet compliance with Lee. And the fear is just 👌🏼 immaculate.
God if my brain wasn’t a static blur with all the happiness and excitement I would be so much more eloquent but I love it I love it I love it.
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Whump Prompt #280
“Are you alright?” The caretaker asks, kneeling beside the whumpee
“I just - I only -” The whumpee buries their head in their knees. “I’ve never been so scared.”
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gabe is @crash-bump-bring-the-whump‘s oc, and he’s been borrowed with permission!
content warning: drugged whumpee, vague near-noncon (interrupted).
Mere minutes after he sips at his fruit-punch flavored drink, pink and pretty in its wide-brimmed glass lifted from the bar by his fingers wrapped around the slender stem, Christian can feel the effect it’s having on him. It’s only his second drink of the night and he’s starting to list to one side, eyes struggling to focus, will and inhibitions slipping away. He’s been drugged.
Blake is across the nightclub dancing with someone, distracted and lost in the crowd. Christian can’t get to him, and can’t call him, not with the booming music nearly shaking through the walls and floor and barstools.
The nearest person is a woman, her high blonde ponytail swaying as she nods to the music, heel tapping. Christian steps closer and clumsily bats at her arm in an attempt to tap her shoulder.
“Heyyy,” He slurs, and cringes when she glares openly at him. Her friend steps into view and grimaces at him too.
“Another groping drunk?” She comments drily. “Get lost.”
“‘m not, I… I’m not drunk.”
“Mmmhmm. Touch her again and that glass is going down your throat.”
Frowning, Chris looks to the bar beside them to see a drained whiskey glass, right next to three emptied glasses, the kinds that hold the shots of stronger, grosser liquor that makes people lose their coordination and senses quickly. They’re not his, but he doesn’t have time to explain that.
“I - please,” He whines, sounding Marlow-like in his plaintive, consciously powerless tone. “Think ‘ve been… somethin’, something, in my drink…”
