Seems like you need to be reminded of your place yet again, pet
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@greatgod-whump
Seems like you need to be reminded of your place yet again, pet
hey don't cry. think about Blorbo struggling to get up, coughing up blood <3
I just wrote 8 pages when I haven't written in months and was beginning to think I'd never be able to again. Idk what it is, but I am sharing and manifesting this energy for every writer who sees this. May you write 8 quality pages effortlessly and find joy writing once more
8 pages you say
i'm not writing a sequel to this
but if i was?
"you break it, you buy it" x whumper who got a litte too hands-on at an auction
eternally distracted by the deep urge to torture a guy
"Good morning whumpee, ready to scream until-- where did you get a sword from."
"Good morning whumpee, ready to scream until— where did you get a sword from."
Whumpee stood on shaky legs, gripping the handle of their instrument tightly. "Let me go. Unlock the chains. Now."
"Now, now..." Whumper seemed to have already put their surprise behind them. They smiled. "If that sword is all you have, you'd have to get close enough to use it."
"You have to get close to me if you want to hurt me."
"Oh, nonsense. Have you ever felt thirsty, Whumpee? Maybe a day of dehydration will convince you to give me that sword peacefully."
Take a whumpee out on a farm in the middle of nowhere man’s land, and you don’t even have to tie them up, you don’t have to break them. The escaping will do all the work for you.
They’ll run till their lungs give out, they keep crawling until they bleed. And then you ride out on your horse and carry them back, each time patient as ever until they just stop.
They beg you to talk to them, to yell at them, to punish them, anything other than just ignoring them, watching them break slowly.
And eventually you throw them a bone, you acknowledge them only at the small cost of everything they were before.
They only have room to be yours now, and a part of them can’t remember anything else.
call for help
(previous)
Uh oh
its leon whump wednesday everyone.
[you want to give me two dollars to see exclusive sketches]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/88703146
Robby's been Jack's for twenty-some years now. His pet, his dog, his slave. For a little bit now, he's also been Dennis' Daddy.The three of them have a special dynamic where Dennis brats and Robby's his whipping boy who takes all the punishments. Robby takes care of Dennis and obeys his every whim, and they're both Jack's pets. Things have been going well, until Dennis fucks up at work and begs his Daddy not to tell their Master.
Dennis needs to learn that Daddy is a privilege, and Jack’s going to teach him one way or another.
sick sadistic whumper with sick sadistic friends.
showing off whumpee in exhibition shows, bragging about the qualities whumper instilled in them. "as you can see, they're quite tolerant of pain."
"look at the way they bite their tongue. they know i like the noise." whumper laughs and leans down to whumpee's ear. "little do they know, the silence only pushes me to work harder."
whumper using the exhibition shows to do something they wouldn't normally do. piercings, tattos, branding, body modifications
whumpee learning to dread whumper on the phone.
do whumper's friends think this is consensual? do they join in on the fun? do they bring their own whumpees?
sertegra🥶
it's normal to have favorite bruises, right?