whumpthisway reblogged
𝕭̸͓͙͔̟̍̓̿͜͠ͅ𝖔̷̝̦̞̺̙͓̠̱͉̙̬̪͐𝖙̵̨̛̛͇͔̘͉̮̱̣̯̪̓͊͒͌̂͋̃̾𝖙̶̞͆̔̅͗͑̌̓͋͊̈́̋𝖔̸̛̠̗̂͊͊̇͋̀̎̀́̈́̀̀͝͝𝖒̴͖̱̺͖͒̿̔̅͜ ̸̳̝͖̻̤̈̉̎̂̈́͑̊́̚̕̕𝕱̸͎̱̱̣̻̻̈́̂̃̐͊̉̑̓̀͋̓͛͋̚𝖊̶̢̡͔͎̩͉͙̯͓̬̯͋͌͠𝖊̸̫͍̮̳̬̤̳̦̐͋̊̾̋̕͜𝖉̴̬̩͓͕͓͕̔̉͌̓͑͗̔͋̽̽̄̚͠͝𝖊̸̻̥̙͓̣̓̎̓̀͐͌̊̅̚͜𝖗̶̣͌̈́̾͊͗̆͆͝
whumpthisway reblogged
let’s talk about tongue piercings—
piercing a whumpee’s tongue is great, but I raise you:
whumper replacing their tongue piercing with one of these huge spiked ones— when they don’t want don’t want whumpee to speak, when they want them to keep their mouth open—
the long spike digging into both the upper and lower sides of whumpee’s mouth and prying their lips apart, leaving them unable to close their mouth— forced to hold it open while drool gathers and drips down their face— whumper slapping them and calling them a messy disgusting thing—
idly playing their fingers in whumpee’s open mouth, stroking along their tongue and grazing over the spikes of the piercing, checking to see if it’s drawn any blood yet…
yeah that’s good shit.
okok but consider:
spiked tongue piercing but wedge it into the tissue between their lips and their teeth.
make the spike too long for them to pull back into their mouth with how wide it forces their jaw open.
it just keeps their tongue out like that, forcing them to hold it there until blood and drool is dripping from their lips.
whumpthisway reblogged
9. Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak. - Begging | Gagged
Warnings: MOUTH GORE, restraints, gags, blood, creepy whumper
This is my favourite one so far but no shame if you don’t wanna read mouth gore, but if want to know the “plot” my DMs are open, come say hi!
The camera flashed again and they winced.
“Oh, you ruined it,” Celeste admonished. “I suppose the ball gag is a little rudimentary though you’re right.”
With their arms bound behind them Stone could do nothing to help or hinder her unbuckling the gag and pulling it free. Drool hung in a string from their lips to the large silicone ball that had ached their jaw for the last half an hour. They shook their head to dispel it, feeling humiliation rise up their chest and face in a deep red flush.
“We’ll keep trying until we get it right, we have all day.”
Stone threw her an irritated grimace and looked away. Celeste had laid out white clothes for them to wear that morning, striking Stone across the face when they tried to refuse. Mixed with the white room, it was unnerving. Not a speck of colour in the entire space, save for Celeste and her tools. The windows were painted over until little natural light came through, the walls, floor, ceiling, were all the same shade of pure snow white. This is yours to decorate, she’d said when they entered, we’ll have it looking pretty as a ruby by the end of the month.
They shivered at what that might mean, eyes roving listlessly across the implements she’d laid out. There had been blindfolds, gags, tape and rope and thin delicate chains, all to adorn them so she could take what she called—forebodingly—before and after images.
OH DAMN,,, a blank canvas plus a whumper with a liking for blood,,, not a good combo for a poor whumpee!! also, bud, you come up with the most creative (and awesomely evil) whump ideas!! roses in the mouth,,, owwww (but so good :3)
I wonder how else she’s gonna decorate the room.... >:)
