[castell-da-near]

Heyyy thankyou all for showing love to my first interaction this has motivated me to post some of my writings that I have kept to my self and that have accompanied me to my late night fantasy land

But I must warn you all I am not a writer and these are just some writings I noted down as a pass time but I will try and make it presentable for you all to enjoy it as well!

Hello everyone! I hope to give the Whump Community some delicious stories to wonder about <3

Masterlist

So I don't have a name yet for this, or any OC's feel free to tell me what names pop up in your head when you read it.

Part 1: Nightmares come true

Part 2: Meet the devil

Part 3: Ride with me

Part 4: Reunion

To be continued...

[defire]

Forced to Kneel

Content: Manhandling, punching/beating, forced to kneel, hair grab, slapping

Nightspirit was shoved through a gauntlet of guards into the enemy leader's throne room.

"Kneel." The guard raised his sword to Nightspirit's throat.

Chills ran over his shoulders, but Nightspirit refused to move. He refused to kneel before an enemy king.

His hands were bound.

He had no way of defending himself when he was spun around and punched in the gut until he gasped out his air. He bowed over under the blows, pain and nausea mixing as he grimaced, then was pushed to the ground by the back of his neck. He no longer had the strength to resist.

On his knees, facing the floor, his mouth opened and closed as he tried to regain his breath. He could take a couple punches before he lost his wind. Not five. The king was speaking over him and he was expected to listen over this roaring blood in his ears and the audible pounding of his heart. 

Thump-squeeze-thump-squeeze-thump…

“...Before you pay for your crimes?” The king seemed to be finishing his sentence.

“What crimes?” Nightspirit said. “I’m not from here, I don’t know your rules—”

He was dragged up by the hair as the king leaned into his face. The “king” had deigned to lay a hand on him. 

“Well you should.”

Confusion and frustration spread across Nightspirit’s face in what was almost an annoyed plea for understanding. 

Come on!

“I’m—" His throat was dry. "I’m an emissary. I’m here with word from the king.”

He was slapped for that. Daring to call his own king what he was instead of acknowledging this has-been.

He steeled his face and continued.

He found himself panting for air because of it. It hurt more than he had expected.

“You are to retreat from Mount Riven and leave that to my lord’s army. Thus says the king.”

Another slap. 

A tear dripped out of the corner of Nightspirit’s left eye, his body’s unwanted reaction. 

“Give up the best position on this side of the Great River?”

“It’s not the best position.” Nightspirit contradicted, heat rising in his chest as he anticipated another slap, or something worse. “Not for you.”

And you know that.

The rest of the conversation was political, interspersed with backhands, banging his head into the floor by the hair, and kicking him in the shins as he knelt there. By the time he was dragged away, the fact that the enemy king mercifully chose not to have him beaten was dampened by the shape he was already in.

@castell-da-near

[gomarcave]

sertegra🥶

[whumpasaurus101]

wouldnt it be crazy.. if i posted a new story today...

[castell-da-near]

Absolute Crazyyyyy!!! can't wait for it !! 😲

[new-deerslayer]

Prompt: needless roughness

Willing whumpee getting roughed and manhandled while transported to the whump location. They tie/cuff his hands, jab him on the back, etc.

"No need for this, I said I'm not going to run." he says.

"I know," Whumper replies. "I'm just enjoying this."

[castell-da-near]

Thats me to my OC's 🤭😌

[defire]

Do you have any ideas on how to write a whumpee watching someone else getting tortured? Like besides the obvious "its so awful, why is this happening, i cant look."

Yes!

Forced to Watch

Content: post beating, caged, branding, interrogation, gagging, hostage situation, held at gunpoint, captivity, forced to kneel, stripped, whipping, crying, torture, survivor's guilt

A coming home to B curled into the corner of the couch, covered in fresh bruises. They fall to their knees beside their friend. "What happened to you?!"

A locked in a cage as B is dragged out, kicking and thrashing, pinned down and branded. "Feel like talking now, A?"

A screaming so much as stoic B is tortured that they are gagged. Tears running over their mouth into their mouth, forced open around the gag, drooling. Choking down their own cries. Now they can't even try to comfort B with their words.

A's eyes widen as they recognize B, who's being held at gunpoint. "Kneel." A slowly gets down on their knees, hands up in the air. Before they can speak, the next command comes. "Put these on. Behind your back." A set of handcuffs slides across the ground, bumping in their knees. "You have 10 seconds, or B dies."

A pretending not to care as B is tied to a post. Stripped. The torturer picks up a whip. Hoping desperately that whumper changes their mind and decides to whip A instead, since they clearly don't care about B enough to even spare them a glance. Tears flow as they lower their head at B's first scream.

Standing on the other side of the room where B is being tortured, biting their lips, hugging themselves, shaking violently as the screams echo out of the room at their back.

Survivor's guilt. A got out. B did not. "I could've done something. I could've found a way. It should've been me."

[a-class-attempter]

Whumper uses Whumpee’s own tie as a gag.

Whumper also uses the extra length of the tie as a leash, yanking Whumpee forward, adding to their shame.

Whumpee is a muffled mess, red lines around their mouth and their cheeks pink from humiliation. Their breathing is hard against the gag and they glare up at Whumper, who grins at their catch.

The rest of Whumpee’s outfit is in disarray. Their white shirt is stained with blood and several buttons are missing. Their hair is sweaty and draped across their face and their pants are torn.

Whumpee wants nothing more than to disappear but Whumper won’t be letting go of their prize any time soon.

[castell-da-near]

This is like the ideal condition that I like my whumpee's in ^_^

[alittlebitofwhump]

Defiant Whumpee is slouching against the concrete wall, covered in fresh bruises and blood. They don't have the energy to move at all and everything hurts. Still, they didn't break. They didn't give a kick during the beating. Didn't scream. Didn't cry. Didn't beg. Didn't make a single sound.

It's driving Whumper crazy that they can't get a reaction out of Whumpee. After yet another unsuccessful torture session they storm out of the basement. In their anger they don't pay attention to the low doorframe and bang their head against it, hard. "Ahh!" They yell out.

Whumpee chuckles.

Whumpee chuckles.

The first sound that Whumper gets out of Whumpee, and it's a chuckle of amusement because of Whumper's pain.

Whumper sees red. They turn around, more enraged than they have ever been in all their life.

"Oh you're gonna regret this," they snarl, an almost murderous look in their eyes.

Whumpee quickly whipe the smirk from their face, willing their eyes not to betray what they feel deep inside.

Crap, I've done it now.

[defire]

Idk if this counts as a prompt but it'd be helpful if you could answer! Fine if not, of course.

I am trying to write noncon whump but I kinda want it to be a "you don't get it until it's in front of your face" for the whumpee. Does this make sense? It's okay if you don't wanna answer!!!

Yeah, that makes sense!

Noncon + oblivious whumpee

Content: noncon, restraints, noncon touching, defiant whumpee, beating, stoic whumpee, stripped, defiant whumpee broken, sadistic whumper

B, bound to a chair, watching as A sets out BDSM sex toys on a table. A turns to them with a smile. Which drops when they see the innocent, confused expression on B face.

"You know what I'm about to do to you, don't you?" A whispers sensually into B's ear. B flinches away subtly, trying to stay calm. They don't answer. They don't know.

Jumping hard when A touches their crotch. Startled, wide eyes locking onto B's greedy ones.

"What?" A asks. "I don't---why are you---please don't." B stammers.

Or B just stays silent, tears coming to their eyes as they squirm away, starting to shudder.

Or defiant whumpee suddenly realizing what A is doing. Hands and feet bound, face down after being kicked till their ribs ache. "You can hurt me all you want, you'll never get to me." They sneer at A. And suddenly they're hoisted up over a chair on their stomach, belt unbuckled, pants yanked down.

"Nothing to say?" B stays silent rather than answering A's question. They're shaking. Their voice would tremble if they tried to speak.

B, who has been defiant up till now, swallows their words as A's hands trace over their intimate parts. "I'm-I'm sorry," they whisper desperately.

"Not sorry enough... not yet."

"Oh, that's not what this is about."

"You look so delicious when you're crying."

[bajablast666]

This is going around on Bsky and I thought it'd be fun to do here too

⚔️ Loot drop after defeating me:

skull candy earbuds

assortment of pens

small notebook full of scribbled dialogue scraps

handful of sea glass

paperback horror novel

silly trinket that looks like an animal (probably a fish)

no less than 3 drinks (all different)

an Atom Cats snapback

I tag @coyotehusk @troubled-pasta @carnimari @whump-tr0pes @kifu @deathandthesoul @nyoxt @robobrainmurdermysterytheatre anyone else who wants to do this!

[coyotehusk]

🔪Loot drop after defeating me:

⋗ expired gift cards

⋗ earbuds that hurt

⋗ river rocks that look like meat

⋗ 3 necklaces tangled together

⋗ 2 hair ties (one broken)

⋗ 6 chapsticks

⋗ cursed yaoi

⋗ baby pocket knife

⋗ a sketchbook written in pigpen (it's all gibberish)

low pressure tag list: @myriflesnameissuzi @sunshiline-writes @twigsofmanyfaces @befuddled-calico-whump @zirconiumpants & anyone else wants to

[3-2-whump]

💀Loot drop after defeating me (thanks for the open tag)

No more than 4 crumpled tissues

Hair elastic

Vintage flannel shirt vest in questionable condition

Bluetooth earbuds that work

Small rocks

Library card

Sketchbook of explicit ‘anatomy studies’

One plastic fox figurine

Tagging: @yet-how-they-creep @defire @melpomenelamusa @scumashling @sorrowful-hyacinth @whumpsoda @whumpsmith @scarletfish8eta @bamber344 and anyone else who wants to join in

[yet-how-they-creep]

Thank you for the tag <3

🔨Loot drop after defeating me

notebook (drawings, paintings, scrap collages)

headphones

earplugs

natural history museum baseball cap (t-rex skeleton)

a heavy bundle of keys

glasses that were broken and glued together a bunch

tattoo shop loyalty card (worth a free t-shirt)

anxiety meds

I'm passing it to: @meaculpameahugeculpa @chaotic-orphan @oddsconvert @whumpyourdamnpears (no presh)

[meaculpameahugeculpa]

Thank you for the tag!

🔨 Loot drop after defeating me:

At least two bottles of sparkling water

Headphones

Various chargers for various devices

Wallet

Probably loose papers of a playscript?

A notebook and a pen

A textbook

Tissues

Tagging (No pressure ofc): @gods-mistaken-existence @justlikeotherchemists

[justlikeotherchemists]

Ooh, this looks fun! Thanks for the tag!

Tissues

A small box with unlabelled pills

A tiny notebook with a pen

An unlocked phone

Single use cutlery

Pin with asexual pride flag

A face mask

A folding fan

A candy

Wallet

Bluetooth earbuds

Open tag, but also @theloveofwhump, @whumplicity, @kira-the-whump-enthusiast.

[whumplicity]

Mwuahahaha, thank you very much for the tag >:)

⚔️ Loot drop after defeating me (if that ever happened 😌):

glasses

lens cloth + case (because apparently I am responsible for delicate equipment)

jewellery

hairtie

sore muscles from dancing that I refuse to let recover

lipstick

water bottle that I absolutely will not drink from

inexplicable amount of energy

earbuds

cash (finally, a useful drop)

candy for my little nieces and nephews

an entire bag of Kopiko for ME, which I will finish in one sitting

eyeliner

belt

1 sock

1 sock

mirror

transport card that is in the negative balance

phone containing enough whump ideas to concern several authorities

laptop

boxcutter (for arts and crafts. probably.)

photo in my wallet of my beloved

treats for the delightful cats on my walking route

brownies for the neighbours to bribe them into letting me play with their cats

paper to scribble on just in case

Open tag, except for the losers @chaotic-orphan and @neon-kazoo GET OUTTA HERE!!!

But also the darlings @jumpywhumpywriter @dreamingofviolence @madmarsii @stars-hide-our-fires @castell-da-near @daggers-and-dangers @girlinpastelshoes @writinggremln hehehe

[castell-da-near]

Thanks for the tag!! ^_^

⚔️ Loot drop after defeating me

• Earphones

• Strongest Mints ever (like a ton of those)

• Inventory of key chains ( you name it I have it)

• Perfumes

• Keys ( with even more keychains)

• Jwellery

• Water

• Charger

• Wallet ( which may or may not be empty)

• Wet wipes

• A small noteook ( And no pen)

• A big fictional novel

• Hair ties

• Spectacle Case

• lip balm

• Coins ( never used never removed/ foreign currency)

If you happen to loot me at the right time this is my beloved treasure that I carry !!

So you guys accepted my tag before so I take that as a subscription to tag game 😌 so here ya go @writingwithoutconfidence @multifandomrat16

I would also like to tag you @defire ( no pressure for you ofc)

[castell-da-near]

Just some stress position day dreaming

There is something about giving very normal stress position like kneeling, standing / denied to sit

It is not a stress postion yet. You leave them like that for hours or even a day or two

Anything can be a stress position if you make them stay long enough. The leg starts shaking, muscles cramping, it's slow and eventually intense. This is for patient whumpers and fragile whumpees

Opposed to stress postion which are so intense that they are fighting for their life in the first 5 minutes. A little sagging and their air is cut. Perfect for whumper short of time, wanting to see their whumpees in agony

So just some thoughts and the first post where I talk about whump scenarios so hope ya'll like it🤗

[neon-kazoo]

okay so what if there was a hero who's power was to amplify other people's powers so they often go on missions in a pair BUT they get separated from the other hero they're with for some reason and then get found by a villain who basically kidnaps them in order to make themselves all powerful or something. wat about dat

Catnip

“Useful little thing, aren’t you?”

Sidekick startled back from the window at the unexpected voice. They located the source easily and glared when they finally recognized the face a dozen feet away. The villain had their eyes focused through a second pane, a look of appraisal fixed upon their face.

“I am not a thing.” Sidekick bristled. “And I am not being used.”

They crossed their arms defensively as the villain turned, cat-like and unnatural, to appraise them instead.

Sidekick had been watching the hero battle through the dusty glass, intent gaze shifting from move after move so they could properly boost the hero whenever they were in need of an upper hand. The inside of the warehouse was large and open, plenty of room for Sidekick to assist from a distance, but they had strict orders to stay outside the building.

It was safer this way, Hero had insisted. The agency’s secret weapon: hidden in the shadows.

Sidekick hadn’t scoffed before, but with eyes following the purposeful gait heading towards them, they certainly would now.

The villain stepped up to them, positioning themselves annoyingly close. Sidekick barely refrained from rolling their eyes.

Villains, always with the theatrics.

“Is that so, hm?”

The dramatic villain drug their gaze from the sidekick’s head to their toes, causing Sidekick to narrow their eyes further.

“Yes. It is,” they responded firmly. It was almost funny, the intimidation act, and it took a great deal for them to maintain their professionalism.

A quirk of the lip shifted into an uncanny full-blown smile.

“Oh, but I do plan on using you.”

The villain’s eyes flashed in a way that could never be faked.

Suddenly the proximity was something else. Something dangerous.

Sidekick’s eyes went wide and they stumbled a step back.

This was real, very real. Far from the joke they had made it out to be in their head.

Of course as a member of the agency they were trained to fight, but everything inside of them screamed to run—and who were they deny their instincts?

They made a bee-line for the propped open entrance door a dozen feet in the opposite direction. They reached desperate fingers out for the silver handle to widen the gap as their feet skidded on the gravel. They got it pulled just enough to theoretically swing themselves inside, only the metal was ripped from their hand before they could. The door slammed closed with them still decidedly on the other side.

Ok, so no backup.

That was fine, they could switch tactics.

Sidekick whipped their head around to face the oncoming threat.

Never in a million years would the hero have let them engage in hand-to-hand combat one-on-one out in the field. Not if they were on this side of the door.

But they weren’t, were they? It was just Villain and Sidekick, a telekinetic and an amplifier—with no power to amplify but the villain’s.

Sidekick had never felt such a childish urge to stick their head under the covers as they did right now.

There was one more option, fitting of the terrified child they felt trapped inside them. Sidekick sucked in a quick breath and opened their mouth wide, just to find that they couldn’t scream, their throat held tight.

And not by fear.

Oh.

The realization hit them with a shiver, bumps rising involuntarily all over their skin. They soon found the rest of their body held similarly, the only movement allowed to them being the rapid rise and fall of their chest, even that restricted by the little air allowed past their vocal folds.

This fight was over before it ever begun.

The muscles of their larynx spasmed as they fought to widen their airway. Sidekick made soft little gasping sounds, a slight wheeze starting up in their chest.

Don’t panic, don’t panic—

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?”

Sidekick was panicking. They don’t train you for losing your voice, for losing your oxygen. They were a mouse all right, and not one fit for a meal.

A toy.

And there was nothing they could do about it.

A tear slid down their cheek but they didn’t feel it, only aware of its presence because the villain stepped close and lifted a thumb to wipe it away.

“Don’t worry,” they chided. “Like I said, you’re useful.”

Sidekick’s body ignored all of their increasingly frantic signals to strain away. When their face was cupped in a twisted cradle by two gloved hands, they couldn’t take it anymore and squeezed their eyes shut.

“And I take good care of my tools.”

It was a minor mercy that the villain couldn’t feel how they would have flinched when their head was tilted forward and a chin pressed atop their head. Now only at risk of seeing the ground, Sidekick opened their eyes to cast their gaze longingly to the side at the rusted door frame.

Safer my ass.

@whumplicity @chaotic-orphan @castell-da-near

[castell-da-near]

May i humbly beg for a part 2??? 🙇

THIS IS TOO FUCKING GOOD!

[neon-kazoo]

Rattled

Transporting hostages in public was never ideal. For his part, Hero was being particularly uncooperative with the whole process. The man with bound hands had to practically be dragged the entire length of the square. Villain was counting the seconds until they reached their destination and he could be handed off to some relief. Hopefully, under the threat of two people and watchful gaze of two sets of eyes, he would behave and both Villain and Henchman could keep him under control. For now, however, they just had to get through this crowd to the outpost where help would be waiting.

For the millionth time, Villain ordered the man at his side to keep walking.

“Move. My partner’s just over—“

His exasperated voice broke off as an unexpected weight landed on his back. His first thought was obviously that his captive must be the culprit, but he could still see the hero in the corner of his vision. No, this man was heavier, broader.

Stronger.

Villain was wrestled to the ground, landing on his back. His head bounced against the stone and his eyes rolled. Dazed, he lost precious seconds that could have been used to draw a weapon. A glint of light drew his eyes straight and a knife appeared above him, being driven down by two swole arms. He caught it almost immediately, his own hands closing over the assassin’s automatically, arms straining against the descent.

He fought, but even gravity was distinctly against him. His heart pounded as the knife sunk lower and lower until abruptly it stopped. Villain felt the thighs at his sides lose their tension and suddenly the figure was listing to the side and falling off of him like dead weight. The knife clattered uselessly to the dusty cobblestone beside him.

The relief was instant, and the villain’s arms immediately fell limp to his sides. He closed his eyes for a precious moment, despite the nagging pull to assess the situation, confirm the danger had really passed. Finally, he looked up to see the strange sight of his captive holding a bloody blade, staring at the growing stain on the attacker’s back. His eyes were wide with his own surprise and corresponding surge of adrenaline. His chest rose and fell harshly and quickly, a mirror of Villain’s own.

They stayed like that a long moment. No one moved, no one spoke. Just breathed.

Eventually Villain’s mouth opened, but the next thing he knew, the hero was no longer holding the knife, and he himself was on the ground—tackled, Villain realized—by his henchman that must have finally found them both in the crowd.

Hero’s chained wrists were quickly pinned above his head, arms stretched quite painfully by the looks of it. Hero winced hard but didn’t say a word, and it regretfully took Villain another second to catch up.

“Wait,” he spoke shakily, then gathered himself—pulling himself up from his hands and knees, following with a stronger, “Hold.”

Nothing changed, but the henchman’s grip firmed. He didn’t advance his weapon, he simply froze—awaiting further instruction. Villain took a moment to decide just what that instruction would be. He took in the hero’s sweaty face, staring openly at his enemy who seemed to have just accepted his fate and wouldn’t even meet his eyes.

“Sir,” Henchman started, then trailed off as his eyes found the body lying in the street. Villain watched him follow from the body to the hero to the knife before settling on his boss. Henchman rolled off of him with no further protest, but the hero did not immediately rise. Instead, he turned his head to gage the villain.

Villain stood tall, dusting off his clothes casually. He shoved his shaking hands down deep into his pockets. He scanned the crowd, but everyone had given the group a wide berth—averting their eyes for the sake of self-preservation. The weight of just two gazes burned into him as Villain heaved a deep breath.

“We need to get off the street.”

Henchman grabbed an arm to haul the hero to his feet. Not harsh, but far from loving.

Conflicted. Just like the villain.

@whumplicity @chaotic-orphan @castell-da-near

[defire]

Pinning down whumpee by a knee on their chest

Whumper's solid weight feels like it's going to break whumpee's sternum

[deerslayer14]

THIS or THAT, stoic and/or defiant edition.

Silence or cursing at Whumper / cursing at Whumper or mocking them / grind teeth or bite lips / whipped back or whipped front / refuse to acknowledge Whumper or lock eyes with Whumper / scream but not surrender or hold screams / broken at the end or never broken / spat at or forced to kneel / cutting or beating / "fuck off" or "go on, do it" / stoic defiant or stoic compliant / manages to stand or fails to stand / survives or dies / gag or collar / royal whumpee or underdog whumpee / calculated Whumper or volatile Whumper / pinned down or hung

@suchprettypieces @adeisinyourcloset @hot-rangers-in-chains

[castell-da-near]

Silence or cursing at Whumper / cursing at Whumper or mocking them / grind teeth or bite lips / whipped back or whipped front / refuse to acknowledge Whumper or lock eyes with Whumper / scream but not surrender or hold screams / broken at the end or never broken / spat at or forced to kneel / cutting or beating / "fuck off" or "go on, do it" / stoic defiant or stoic compliant / manages to stand or fails to stand / survives or dies / gag or collar / royal whumpee or underdog whumpee / calculated Whumper or volatile Whumper / pinned down or hung

Dont mind if I join ^_^

i hope y'all don't mind me tagging u in this, feel free to ignore

@writingwithoutconfidence @chaotic-orphan @multifandomrat16

[castell-da-near]

One bed,forced proximity but she sleepwalks

i just had this amazing idea!! (cause I sleepwalk... ahem- yah moving on)

Fantasy setting or wherever people sleep with dagger on their night stand for protection 🙃Enjoy!!!

------------------------------------------------------

"Well isn't that wonderful! " Sofia stormed into the room, channeling her anger towards the door.

"The receptionist is nowhere to be found! That's ridiculous! How can he assume that we would share the bed!"

King Adonis fought the smile that crept on his lips, he found the Princess's outburst quite amusing.

"It would be highly unusual in this case where a man and a women beautifully dressed, check in at night and do not seek to share the bed" King Adonis gave in and smirked broadly at the change of her expressions , the realisation, the shock and then finally disgust. The last one put a sour taste in Adosin's throat.

"You will not share the bed with me!" Sofia stared daggers at the King.

In response the King simply made himself more comfortable in the chair and replied

"You know as the King I am not used to discomfort, so I will not be sleeping on the floor if that's what you think, and I cannot ask you to do the same, that would be very dishonourable"

Sofia let out a frustrated groan throwing her head back. "No no.. no there has to be a way!"

"The only way right now is acceptance dear Princess, and if your concern is my moral, may i remind you I am a man of a very high moral and have no intention of causing you any harm" the King took a pause and then added "of any sorts"

Sofia still didn't trust him

The King was getting progressively comfortable as he removed the all the excessive accessories he wore, meanwhile the Princess paced.

The King went to the bed first and called out "Princess please, I didn't save you just to kill you of exhaustion"

Sofia sighed in response "King Adonis please do not concern yourself with my wellbeing, it'll only cause you unnecessary discomfort, you may see yourself to bed"

She heard the King make a sharp exhale but no response other than that. She took a quick glance at the King, his eyes were closed.

After what seemed an eternity Sofia gave in to the exhaustion and crept to the farthest possible end of the bed, unloading her jewellery and lastly her dagger on the night stand for any immediate assistance.

Sleep came effortlessly to Sofia because of the exhaustion, but her actually worries came to her with the dreams.

She was alone in the dark woods, she had heard the wolfs howling, and had started running, it was futile as she came face to face with the pack which was now surrounding her "no stay away get back!" She raised her dagger taking her stance. The wolfs snarled in response, slowing closing in. One of them charged at her and tackled her to the ground, she tried to to come on top of the wolf. When she did her hands stop dead in their tracks before she could slay it. Her hands wouldn't budge.

She looked at the wolfs face, really looked at it it was scared. She heard her name. What.. is going on.

Sofia jerked awake, face to face with the King, She couldn't make sense of this. She stared at the King for a good five seconds before she registered what position she was in.

She was straddling him with a dagger in her hand, he held that hand, which was mere inches from his face. His eye were wide and he was breathing heavy.

She pulled her hand back and quickly got away from the King, she threw the dagger away.

"King Adonis I- I don't.. I didn't mean to- this I don't understand i was-" Sofia was visibly shaking.

"Princess Sofia clam down" the King urged in a calm and calculated voice.

I- I tried to kill you.. Oh god's I- I didn't want to do that, please forgive me" Sofia was dazed, murmuring pleas, she was about to have a panic attack.

"Princes- Sofia.. Sofia! " The King raised his voice to get her attention. "Listen to me!" He waited till she held eye contact with him. "Breathe Sofia, Breathe" he took in a deep breath, to remind her how to breathe, she followed his cue. He repeated this breathing exercises with her till he was sure Sofia had calmed down.

"Good, Sofia are you with me?" The King asked her,searching her eyes.

"Yes King Adonis I- " she cast her eyes downwards

"Sofia stop, look at me. I am not hurt I am alive and breathing, okay? You haven't done anything"

Wide eyed Sofia looked up at the King "Why are you so calm King Adonis? You were asleep". She asked in hushed tone, guilty filling her eyes.

" I was awake, you uhh... you were talking in your sleep" The King wanted to make this less awkward for the Princess, that's why he left out the screaming part.

"At first i thought you were talking to me I got up to check and as soon as I understood what was going on i tried to wake you up but you.." The King trailed off.

"Tired to kill you" Sofia mentally filled in the gap

"I didn't realise I was acting out" She whispered.

"It's okay Princess Sofia, but I must say, your knife skills are formidable" The King suggested with a smirk.

Heat tingled on Sofia's cheek, she opened her mouth to respond but no words came to her. She got up and excused herself to the restroom to splash water on her face. Hoping to wash away the embarrassment and the flashes of her nightmare.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°

A part 2?? I was unhappy with the backstory i wrote so this is kinda a enemies x lovers but not so prominent in this scene. But I hope y'all like it!

[neon-kazoo]

Hard to Get

(Cw: suggestive)

Villain grunted as the timer on his phone caused it to buzz against his thigh. He slipped it out of his pocket and set it on the table in front of him, followed by two knives and an old pair of wire-cutters. He stood and stretched his legs, then grabbed a set of keys off a hook on the wall and headed towards the cell down the hall. His hand stretched eagerly towards the lock then the knob.

He had let her stew long enough.

What he found when he opened the door wasn’t terribly surprising. His prisoner had slipped the cuffs and was now sitting on the opposite end of the room, making no attempt to hide the fact that she was no longer restrained.

Villain had to appreciate the brazenness.

She countered any concerns about that fact rendering her a threat by lounging back on the floor, legs laid out and crossed at the ankles, stomach stretched, free arms pillowed behind her head. It was an exposed position, and Villain knew it would be easy enough to catch her off guard and wrangle her back into some rope that would be much more secure.

He didn’t.

If she was willing to play ball, he was willing to provide some liberties. Though he didn’t particularly care for her awarding the privilege herself, he couldn’t be mad at the manner by which she displayed it.

She was smart, he’d give her that. She found the one method with which she could avoid being tackled and manhandled while still getting away with ditching his precautions.

That was the first and last thing she was going to get away with, however.

“Hope you don’t mind, those were getting a little tight,” she commented idly, gesturing lazily back towards the bar where the cuffs still hung.

“I see you’ve made yourself comfortable.” He folded his arms over his chest, even though she wasn’t bothering to look in his direction. “Apologies that the amenities aren’t five star.”

“No room service then, I assume?”

She removed one hand from behind her head and brought it in front of her face to idly inspect her nails.

“Not unless you plan on giving some really good intel.” Just like that, he wiped away his casual demeanor. He tacked on a question with a face of scrutiny that made it clear he was done with the small talk. “Are you working for The Boss?”

“Always straight to business with you,” she grumbled with a slight pout, “Ever think about having a little fun first?”

She did look at him then, her gaze light and playful.

As always, he didn’t take the bait.

“Answer, or I’ll put you in some knots you’ll never get free of.”

“Jeez, why so serious?” She sat up, bracing her arms behind her and throwing her hair over her shoulder with a flick of her neck. “Yeah, sure. I’m working for The Boss. I do the thing and he cuts me a check. What’s it to ya?”

“‘The Thing’ huh?,” he raised an eyebrow. “Expand.”

“Mm. You’re gonna have to pay extra for that.”

VIllain unfolded his arms and held her gaze.

“That’s fine. I’ll just go grab a few things and be back,” he remarked, far too casual for the threat it was. When she didn’t immediately object, he turned himself halfway towards the door.

“Would it kill you to just ask nicely?”

Villain pivoted then, heading for the bar with the cuffs. He slipped a hand into his pocket and formed a fist in a move he knew was menacing. By the time he stepped directly towards his prisoner, she was already changing her tune.

“Alright hotshot, cool your jets.” She shrugged. “Just playing a little hard-to-get.”

“That is not a game you can win.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

He took another step, causing her to raise her hands in an apparent surrender. “But relax. I’m not going to try.”

Her eyes rolled and she mumbled, “not today at least.”

“So answer the question.”

Villain held firm through her long-suffering sigh.

“Fine, I’ll spill. But you have to make me a promise,” her voice turned velvet smooth, and Villain knew better than to react. He was well practiced at keeping the blush from spreading across his cheeks. What she followed up with was yet another infuriatingly in-character line.

“Next time, the cuffs better be pink and fuzzy.”

Never an easy interrogation with this one.

Master taglist:

@whumplicity @chaotic-orphan @castell-da-near