"What does he do all day?" Whumper's friend asked as they peered through the barred doorway into what was, essentially, his very large cage.

Whumper shrugged. "Waits for me to come and have my fun with him. Not much else he can do."

"Sounds boring as fuck," whumper's friend chuckled.

Whumper leaned against the bars, eyeing him through the gaps, studying his reaction. "He's never said anything about it."

Whumpee lifted narrowed eyes, glaring at them both, resisting the urge to pull at the muzzle locked tightly to his face.

"And I'm sure if he was ever really bored, I could dedicate some more hours to our time together. Or find some other inventive way to keep him occupied."

He shrank back at that, turning away, pressing into the corner of the room. Spiteful gaze quickly lowered back to the floor.

Two sets of laughter echoed behind him. Something struck the bars of the door with a heavy clang.

"Come on, let's go, I'll show you what we can do with him later, it's nap time for little toys right now."

The lights shut off, plunging him into darkness. He sighed, chest tight with a mixture of relief and trepidation.

Maybe being bored wasn't so bad after all.

Blindsided

For @brutal-nemesis' Darkness Day! I'm two days late but what is time, anyway? This is an idea I've had in mind for this series for a very long time and the prompt was the perfect nudge to finally write it. Set a little later through the series than anything I've written so far.

The idea was also a prompt I came up with myself at some point but I can't find the post again to link to it...

Masterlist

Content: sort-of body modification, needles and skin stitching, blindfolds, lady whumper, captive whumpee, multiple whumpees, creepy/intimate whumper, loss of sight (temporary), blood, pet/honorific names but not pet whump, angst etc etc

Alex wakes up slowly, and moves even slower, barely at all in fact. As his consciousness swims to the surface he realises it’s because he’s restrained. Again. It’s not something he ever gets used to despite the situation. It’s always unsettling, always comes with a jolt of panic.

He tries to get his bearings, twitches in the bonds. He’s laid on something hard and flat, feels restriction around each limb, can’t even move his head properly. And—something else. He groans, tries harder to force his eyes open only—they are. There’s just something blocking them.

“Oh good, you’re awake. I really want you to feel this but I was getting a little impatient,” Adria says from uncomfortably close beside him. Her fingers, hot and so close to burning, trace the line of his forehead and brush his hair further back from his face.

There are so many things he could ask. What happened? How did they tie him down without waking him? Why is she doing this? What’s the plan now? None of them matter, really. It will happen whether he understands or not. Unfortunately she likes the sound of her own voice too much.

“Seeing you utterly helpless is so nice, especially because I don’t think you fully understand the position you find yourself in here.”

“I’m a prisoner, what more is there to get?”

“You’re the bottom of the pecking order darling, and it’s time you started to act like it.”

Something pulls more tighty under his chin and forces his head up and back, digging into the underside of his soft palate. It makes it hard to swallow. The fabric laid over his eyes shifts as he moves, slipping further down his forehead and exposing more of his nose. He wiggles his eyebrows trying to shift it more, to see again, but Adria’s hand quickly stops his progress and it drapes once more across his eyes blocking all the light except at the edges.

“So tying me to a table is your new big idea?” he grits out. He feels vulnerable. Exposed. Laid out ready for her to touch. Or to hurt. Those things are one and the same here, but this feels... different.

“There’ll be a little more than that. Something to keep the spark alive, so to speak. At least for me. I’m curious how well you’ll keep up that tone after this.”

His mouth goes suddenly dry. Adria is always so un-flustered, but this seems calculating and that’s got to be dangerous.

“Go on, ask. You know you want to,” she whispers, breath ghosting over his ear.

Alex grinds his teeth and strains against the ropes and straps holding him. When his effort is exhausted and nothing has changed he stares unblinkingly into the darkness that covers his vision and breathes out through his nose. The words come like they’re being dragged out of him, a morbid curiosity. “What are you going to do?”

He can almost hear her smile, the wicked glint of it like the ringing of the sharpest blade against a whetstone. “I’m going to take your eyes.”

AHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHH fkdhsgsjgjf gahhh SO GOOD! the pain, the angst, Alex's reactions and his defiance despite it all, jasper trying to help and yet making it worse, adria's twisted logic (which I live so much, yes force them to rely on each other evil badass lady),,, just AHHHHH *rolls around screeching happily for awhile* 😁😍👌👀💕🙏😁

A deal with the devil

(Tw: implied future noncon, sexual noncon touch)

Caretaker had been watching Whumpee sleep. Whumper had left them bleeding by the end of the session, belt marks littering poor Whumpee’s skin. Now they’re blissfully passed out, sleeping in their own pool of blood.

Shifting his legs as he sits on the floor, Caretaker does his best to ease his sore arms chained over his head. Throat burning, he distantly wonders if he had screamed more for Whumpee’s sake. Useless, he thinks. He can’t help anybody and Whumpee is better off without him. He could still hear their small moans and pleas as the belt unleashed its wrath; the howling from them as they had curled into a tight ball.

Shattering the illusion of calm that had descended over them, Whumper walks into the cell with a grin.

“Can’t sleep?” They ask Caretaker, almost gleeful of the hate they see in his eyes.

“I need to check on Whumpee,” he starts, careful to keep the anxiety out of his voice. The wounds could get infected, and if Whumpee got sick now… god help them. A bout of rage claims his eyes, tearing up from the sheer rage he had for Whumper. “If they bleed to death, you’ll be sorry. I promise, I’ll fucking end you.“

“I can get them some bandages.”

“Plea— wait, what?”

“You heard me.”

Caretaker stares at them warily, waiting for the punchline as they crouch down in front of him. Whumper passes a hand over his tresses, pushing his hair out of his face. He scowls back, not backing down as Whumper presses close, breaths mingling as they talk in a hushed voice.

“To be honest, Caretaker. I like you. So, I’ll make a bargain with you.”

“What do you want that you haven’t taken yet?” he snaps.

“I don’t know,” they shrug. “You tell me.”

Caretaker glances at Whumpee, who looks like they’re still bleeding. It hurts to look, but he has to. He has to at least help Whumpee survive this. There’s not a mark on him, but he can’t protect Whumpee from all the bruises, burns and scars.

“Don’t play mind games with me, Whumper. Just…” he takes a shaky breath, turning back to Whumper, “just tell me what you want.”

“Seems like there’s nothing you can offer,” they say, patting his cheek before standing up. “Disappointing. I was in the mood to give, actually.”

As they move towards Whumpee, no longer interested in him, Caretaker’s ribs heave with silent pleas. Not Whumpee, please, not Whumpee. They need bandages, please, no no no. “Wait, I— wait!”

They look over their shoulder, hands in their pockets.

Caretaker takes a steadying breath, gripping the manacles that chain him for support. In the dingy light, he couldn’t make out much of Whumper’s expression, but he’s glad for that now. The thought that had entered his mind is not far fetched, because he’s seen the way Whumper looks at him. He doesn’t have time to muse over the chance that Whumper had put off his desires, waiting for the chance for Caretaker to come to him. “I can…”

“Hm?”

“I can make you feel good,” he says, looking away to stare hard at the ground. Whumper’s shoes have blood splattered on them, Whumpee’s blood. Caretaker folds his legs to his chest, suddenly feeling exposed as Whumper’s face comes back into view.

“Well, isn’t the world full of surprises?”

“And jerks.”

Whumper chuckles. “As much as I’m a sadist, I don’t have a derogatory kink. Change the attitude, or you’re going to watch Whumpee bleed to death.“

“Whumper,” Caretaker searches for the right words, “please.”

“I think you can try harder than that.”

A low ringing in his ears helps him focus and spit it out. “Please have me.”

Whumper slips their fingers under his chin. Soft, gentle. “Do you really want this?”

Caretaker wants the bandages. He wants to stop staring at Whumpee and instead, help. He needs to help Whumpee.

“I do! I do, Whumper. Fuck—“ Caretaker cusses as a hand wrenches his legs down. But the anticipated punch doesn’t come. They only settle their palm on his thigh. He clenches his eyes shut as they stroke slowly, sensual in a painstaking manner. It only lasts for a few moments, for Whumper had been using their other hand to unlock the chains, pulling it down without letting them rattle.

Caretaker brings his wrists to his chest, rubbing the pads of his thumbs into the redness. He glances at the door, a desperate last attempt of his brain to escape. It drives him mad that him escaping doesn’t even cross Whumper’s mind as they unchain him. To hold onto his sanity, he checks on Whumpee quickly, hovering over the almost corpse like body, knowing each and every bruise and injury, yet wanting— needing to check.

“If Whumpee wakes halfway, our deal is off.” Whumper strides torward the bed in the corner of the room, snapping their fingers at Caretaker when he hesitates. “I don’t have all day, you know.”

“Do we have to do it here?” he asks, grinding his teeth at the laugh he receives. He doesn’t think he can handle it if Whumpee sees him like this. Why would Whumpee kiss his mouth after that?

“Do you want to go to a hotel for this?”

Caretaker pulls away from Whumpee, bile rising to his throat when he’s told to kneel between Whumper’s spread legs. His hands are shaking now, an overwhelming urge to kill Whumper taking over. But Whumpee needs the bandages. Just get through it and get the bandages. He can’t afford to be selfish.

“Convince me that you want this.”

Caretaker hates Whumper, with all his heart. The thinly veiled mockery in their questions makes his eyes sting. Anger, like a wasp under his skin, buzzes and gnaws. A swarm full of those wasps collect at the base of his throat as he chews out the words again. “I want you. I want you, Whumper.”

“A little dry. But we can work on that later,” Whumper boops his nose before unzipping their jeans. “Make me feel good, Caretaker.”

Whumptober Day 4

“Do you trust me?” | taken hostage | pushed

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Childe x Zhongli

Hehehehhe this one was my favorite to do so far…but also NO ONE TOLD ME HOW HARD IT IS TO DRAW GENSHIN CHARACTERS???! Good grief.

There’s an extra version if you join my Patreon 😜….

@whumptober2021

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No. 3 - STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT...

taunting | insults | “Who did this to you?”

There is always something. A letter posted through the front foor. A text. An email. Always from accounts that disappeared hours later, numbers that ceased to exist, untraceable, unreachable.

Sometimes they hold recordings filled with screams, or soft spoken pleas, sometimes just hints of things that drive their imagination into awful, dark, twisting places. Sometimes bloody fingerprints, or red lettering scrawled with a scratchy fountain pen nib... and it doesn't take much guesswork to know that's blood, too. Once, just once, they received a photo. Dark eyes, bruised skin, and thin lipped grimace staring up at them. They'd burned that one.

It never asked for anything, it wasn't a ransom demand. It was just a way of inflicting pain. Salt in the wound. Dread in the stomach. Hopes fading.

It was too much today, it was just too much.

"I wish you were here," Caretaker says into the quiet, too-still room. So empty with Whumpee missing, too lonely with the worry of Whumpee's whereabouts hanging over them.

Their face darkens. Their hands twist in their shirt and they throw their head back and squeeze their eyes shut.

Quieter, nearly a whisper that they have to choke out through a throat closing up with unshed tears, they add. "I just wish you weren't there."

For once, their little firebrand sounds needy – not bitter and angry, but forlorn and afraid. 

Curious, they cup the captive’s face with one hand, and chuckle as that tear-streaked face turns towards the touch. They gather the prisoner into their lap, and the poor thing is floppy and pliant as never before.

The moment lasts for a whole, glorious minute before the prisoner jerks back and starts trying to push them away. 

“Oh, cute thing,” they laugh, “were you dreaming? Don’t worry. I can hold you any time you like.”

"Misery loves company," Whumper says as they throw open the cell door. "Or so they say."

There's muffled scuffling and grunts echoing down the hallway. Someone cries out at the same time the sound of a body colliding with stone reaches their ears. Whumper just grins, leaning up against the barred door.

"So I brought you a little something."

Two guards drag forward a bound and sagging figure, stopping beside Whumper at the doorway. Whumper lifts the figures head with a rough hand and Whumpee sees their team mate's face staring back at them. Teammate is gagged and a gash above their eyebrow gives away how roughly they've been treated.

"What--?"

"Call it a gift, or a threat, whichever sits better with you."

"You can't," Whumpee whispers, before finding their voice and getting louder. "I'm complying! I'm already doing what you want!"

Whumper shrugs. "Well your old team don't seem to have got the memo to stop snooping around. Maybe this will help them learn the lesson."

Teammate is shoved into the cell, stumbling to their knees. Whumpee reaches out to help and Teammate scrambles away looking wounded, betrayed.

"I'll leave you two to get reacquainted. I'm sure you have much to talk about," Whumper says with a laugh. The cell door clangs loudly and locks them in the dark. "Enjoy the company Whumpee, you earned it!"

Thinking about the whump potential of this subterranean cell I visited when I was a child:

The cell is located inside a tunnel, and it's incredibly small. The prisoner had to lie down, sit or stay on their knees, otherwise they wouldn't fit inside.

There's more space behind the bars the picture doesn't show, but it's not much more comfortable.

Now, for the whump potential:

No Slack

I remembered that I'm a whump blog and that if I'm stuck on plot I can just write whump unconnected from anything! So, more Pirate AU got written and I had fun 😄

Parts: [1] [2] [3]

Warnings: multiple whumpers, manhandling, beating, victim blaming, bound and gagged, captive whumpee, defiant whumpee,

Mentioned: implied past torture, flogging

It had been such a long day, and Zach knew he was nowhere near finished with the demanding work. Every muscle ached after hours of heaving buckets and supplies back and forth, hauling on the rigging, taking up oars when the wind died down too low to keep them moving.

There was always something to do and Zach was the lowest of the low when it came to the crew. Whatever anybody else didn’t want to do, they called on him to do instead. The skin of hands was raw, and he stumbled around barefoot—and did all of it with heavy manacles chained around each ankle. It made all his steps slower, clumsier, and irritated him all the more.

With Ecker away no one was taking any chances of him escaping; not that he would have ever tried to swim off into the open ocean but it was doubly out of the question with his legs chained together. Without the Captain on board there was also none of the usual “safety” to be found in Ecker’s chambers. He was shark bait, no doubt about it, and the sharks had been circling every day since Ecker departed. It was only a matter of time before one of the crew snapped and closed in on him.

There were sore welts across all of his limbs. Raised, ugly marks that had been lashed into him by whoever was closest to the multi strand leather flogger and noticed he was stepping a toe out of line. One lash for every time he was deemed too slow, or too disrespectful, or just generally got in the way of someone with a penchant for causing pain. Quick, sharply laid marks to remind him to get on with his work, put his head down, not mouth back.

“Oi, cabin boy!” Someone yelled for him and he dropped his cleaning rag into the bucket and hung his head. They’d call him whatever they wanted, and he was used to answering to all of it.

“What now?” He muttered under his breath. Ignoring them wasn’t an option, so he turned to find one of the crew gesturing for his help.

“Get over here and help tie off these ropes!”

He trudged over and almost made it across the deck, before someone stuck a foot under the chain and sent him sprawling. He cursed as he crashed down, scraped up his knees and the palms of his hands.

“Clumsy oaf,” the keeper of the foot knocked into him with a snicker as he struggled back to his feet. His irritation got the better of him and he hurried to find his footing and shoved the man, Joseph, in the back.

“Oh the rat has some fight today,” someone else crowed. Zach turned and found himself face to face with two leering faces. “Should we all be terribly scared?”

Before Zack knew it there was a circle of three pirates crowding in around him, shoving him into each others reach, pulling at his hair and clothes to keep him off balance while they slapped and pinched and dug their knuckles into the tender spots over his kidneys and the backs of his thighs. No matter how he tried to punch back they outnumbered and out-maneuvered him, and he ended up knocked about until his lip started to bleed and he had taken enough hits to bruise like a peach. He yelled loudly in frustration and lunged with his fists flying.

A rough hand grabbed onto the back of his shirt and stopped him mid-lunge, and Mack growled low into his ear. “Be still, little rat, or you’ll spend some time in the hole.”

Zach ceased fighting in an instant, hissing loudly as Mack pulled him close with an arm around his waist. He breathed heavily, teeth clenched and staring at the deck as Mack surveyed the scene. It wouldn’t end in his favour now, but then, it was never going to.

oh Zach!!! oml!!

someone pls creep over on the night and give that boy some water and soft pets! he's so fiery and defiant even after everything,,, ahh I love him :3

DRUGGED WHUMP

Drugged whump is my fucking jam like

-Drugs that make the whumpee talkative and honest

-Promised pain meds that are actually aphrodisiacs

-Drugs that make the whumpee sleepy and vulnerable, becoming drowsy and affectionate even if they usually were terrified or disgusted by their whumper

-Drugs that make the whumpee angry, aggressive, and energetic - easily manipulated in this state to even attack others at the behest of their whumper

-Finally getting pain meds after living in constant pain for ages and being brought to tears by the relief

-Super strong pain meds that make the whumpee slow and stoned, unable to defend themselves verbally or physically

-An allergic reaction to some pain meds or antibiotics - will the whumper risk bringing them to the hospital? Do they have a doctor who will help on the hush? Do they leave their whumpee to suffer through on their own?

- MEDS A WHUMPEE NEEDS TO FUNCTION, do they have to struggle to live without them? Does the whumper give them meds but on the condition of good behavior? Does the whumpee refuse the meds? Does the whumper give them their meds but secretly replace them with something else?

-Drugs that make a whumpee hallucinate - what do they see? Are they scared? Are they emboldened?

-Sleeping meds, keeping the whumpee too drowsy and weak to try to escape

- Stimulants, forcing a whumpee to stay up for days, sleep deprivation, forced labor

- Drugs slipped into food and drink, not knowing what’s happening when they start to feel funny

-Whumpee being forced to eat or drink something they KNOW is drugged but having no choice

-Injecting a whumpee with a syringe, the sharp pain of the injection and then the terrifying realization that they’ve been drugged, begging the whumper to tell them what they just gave them

-The whumpee trying to drug their whumpee, maybe hoping to make an escape attempt, but being caught and forced to consume whatever it was themselves

- Starving a whumpee and then finally offering them some food, they know it is drugged but struggle to resist the temptation of the food, they are just so hungry

- Drugging a whumpee and letting them go, them being so overwhelmed with relief that they can finally escape, only to collapse just a few feet away from freedom

-Making a whumpee dependent on drugs, so they become even more dependent on their whumper, their Whumper threatening to take away the drugs as punishment knowing the horrible withdrawals they would go through from being cut off

- Drugs that paralyze the whumpee while leaving them conscious, the whumper getting to manipulate their body like a doll while they are horrified but unable to struggle

-Drugs that paralyze the whumpee’s legs, so they have to drag themselves anywhere they go

DRUGSSSSSSSS

If you use any of these prompts, please @ me, I’d love to read it!

Oooo. I'm definitely going to take a look at this again!!

@delightful-dreadful I’m actually working on a Hannibal fanfic including a LOT of drugging, if you’re interested :) an excerpt is posted on my page ^^

Whumper who's practicing on their whumpee. They're learning, testing out their tools and their strength.

Which cuts leave scars, and what kind? How deep do they have to go, what kind of blade to get what kind of results?

How hard to hit with weapons or fists to get which kind of bruises, what is too much, and what's not enough?

How to tie restraints, how long can whumpee last in certain positions.

They test and try, and make notes, inspect the results. It's clinical and intimate and invasive. It hurts and whumpee screams and whumper notes down which kind of screams are their favourite.

They learn how to patch up wounds, how to prevent serious injury. Whumpee is burned and scarred and not one inch of their skin, by the end, is unmarred. There's no love, but there's such appreciation for their test subject, praise at taking it so well, at helping Whumper learn. They shiver and shudder under the touch of their captor-- a captor who never answers why they're doing it at all.

And then one day Whumper declares themself ready, they've learned everything they can.

They bring home their favourite subject, their ideal captive, the person they've been dreaming about doing all of this to, once they were skilled enough. And Whumpee watches it all happen again, hears the screams and the sound of the tools. Only it's with infinitely more precision, much less scarring, there is no random pain. They were the trial run and now Whumper can carve into someone else and aim for perfection.

Whumpee's job is done, and they're just left to clean up the mess that this new-found knowledge leaves behind.

Prompt

Caretaker receives a video of whumpee in a badly lit room, the person holding the camera demands that they kneel.

"I won't kneel for you!" they spit.

The camera is dropped, the footage is askew but they hear the sounds of violence, and eventually whumpee's limp form lands in view.

Weeks, maybe months later, they receive another video. Whumpee is asked to kneel and drops to their knees instantly, offering their wrists to whoever holds the camera.

The video flips around and whumper grins and gives an exaggerated thumbs up.

"They're so much better behaved now! I'll send them back to you once they're perfect."

April is the Cruelest Month

1.       The dead tree gives no shelter - Environmental whump | Abandoned

For the prompt list made by the ever wonderful @whumpthisway I had an idea to create a serial project of small pieces to carry across the month of prompts, so this is the first instalment, we’ll see how many of the rest I manage to keep up with…

Warnings: Environmental whump, left out in the rain, restraints, creepy whumper, lady whumper, defiant whumpee, human sacrifice, magic(??), slight horror vibes

The night felt far longer than any night they’d experienced before. The minutes passed like tar, each howl of the wind through the tree branches cut cold right to their core. 

The chain around their ankle was such a heavy weight where it kept them tethered to the thick tree trunk. Not even able to wrap their arms around themself, the rope kept them stretched high above to some point up in the branches.

Shivering became a way of life. Hope of reprieve dwindled, all their shouting had gone unheard, lost in the gale. 

They didn’t even know how they’d gotten here. There was just the woman who’d tenderly touched their face as they awoke before hauling down on the other end of the rope and forcing them to their feet.

Everything ached. Everything was cold. Terror crested and crashed down again in waves. The sky never broke into a true thunderstorm, it just rumbled forebodingly above them in the black night sky as rain lashed their skin.

Dawn’s watery light had never been so wanted, but when it finally appeared on the horizon it came with a sense of new dread. What now? What next? For what purpose were they here?

A figure in a silvery nightgown and a deep emerald satin robe walked toward them in the early mist, as the sun began to break through the clouds and burn the dew off the long meadow grass. Behind the woman was a large manor house that they hadn’t been able to see in the dark; sandstone coloured brick and high class windows, larger than any house they’d ever been this close to.

Everything else around was empty fields, eerily silent forests. Like the whole world held it’s breath.

The woman, the same one from the night before, they thought, reached them and stared them down.

“Hmm, not as pretty as I thought but you’ll do.”

They scowled but the point was diminished by a furious round of cramping shivers.

“Poor dear, you must be cold.” She stroked their face again and they jerked away.

“Obviously.”

“Would you like to come indoors?”

“What?! No! No I don’t want to come indoors to your creepy mansion, I want you to untie me and point me in the direction of the nearest town!” They yelled, through chattering teeth.

“Never turn down generosity, my child.”

“What does that mean? Please, let me go!”

“It means that you are a gift, a sacrifice left here for me, and I cannot let you go. And it means that you should not turn down an offer that you will not get so nicely a second time.”

Their breath came short. “Please, I just want to go home. Just let me go.”

“I’ll make you a deal, you will spend one month with me, after that, if you still want to leave you can.”

They considered the offer, contemplating being left outside, tied to this tree. It seemed better to at least be untied. They nodded.

The rope was cut swiftly and they fell to their knees. The woman pulled them to their feet after a brief moment to get their bearings, and took their bound hand in hers, and they shook on it.

“So, I’ll ask again, would you like to come inside?”

“Yes,” they answered shortly.

Halfway across the field they realised the cuff on their ankle had snapped open without the use of a key.

(If anyone has any names they vibe with for these two, please do let me know! Or if there’s anything you’d particularly like to see from the prompt list, send an ask or a DM. Open to all new ideas)

AHHHHH!! ahhhhhhhh!! you doing a fic for the prompts is so damn cool and i cannot WAIT to see where you take this!! I love how you tied them to a dead tree and your descriptions are as gorgeous as always buddy :') <3 <3

(I'm sensing a theme with magical lady whumpers making deals with unfortunate humans hehe I love it xD on brand and epic 👌)

Curiosity

I came up with a prompt and then just decided to fill it myself. What if a whumpee with healing powers that only came into effect while they slept, was denied the thing that healed them?

Warnings: Whumpers POV, sadistic whumper, sleep deprivation, torture methods, nonconsensual drugging, needles, experimentation on people, magical healing, magical whumpee, restraints, whumpee referred to by dehumanizing “names”

It had never been an issue before. He could hurt a captive and they stayed hurt. Only healing slowly, painfully, until the lesson was learned, the punishment complete, or the experiment finished.

This new… subject… presented a unique problem. Their magical regeneration made any pain short-lived; even a quick cat-nap would leave them as good as new and back to peak physical fitness. Drained, possibly, but no longer feeling the sharp sting of a whip, the cut of a blade, or the burn of a red-hot rod.

Initially Darian had found this charming and fun. He could hurt them and let them sleep it off, only to inflict the same damage again the next day with the pain as bright and fresh as ever. Let them experience it all again and again, and so much more swiftly than the previous occupants of these cells ever had. He thought perhaps that in itself would wear them down.

This most recent escape attempt, however, demanded a different approach. They couldn’t get away with such insolence, not when they had such potential interest, not when they were such precious and wanted cargo. He’d lost one guard (perhaps they’d taken the opportunity to flee his grasp, or just had not found their way back up from the catacombs, either way they would be found and interrogated for their absence.), and had another laid up injured. Not to mention his pride and reputation– his ego, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit he had one–was almost smeared by failure.

So the problem it came down to was this: the subject could not be allowed to heal, which meant they could not be allowed to sleep.

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omg poor poor 18.5!! they need a rescue so damn bad, this idea is so damn evil heh (I love it 😈). I love that Darian is fully aware he's not a proper scientist lmao. he's like 'yes this is just for fun, what did you expect?' xD

Weight of Earth Masterlist

The terrible, no good, very bad days of Jasper and Alex by their captor Adria with all her magical advantages. General warnings include long-term captivity, intimate lady whumper, and there will be some nsfw whump as the series progresses.

The kidnapping of Alex: Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

Early days together: Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 

A first and last escape attempt: One || Two || Three

Flashback: Jasper’s deal

Prompt fills: Ice bath ||

Moodboards: Alex | Jasper

this series!! is my absolute fav!! go read it!! rn!! 👆💜📖🙌👌👏💯