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My touch burns? Oh, no, Father, I'm so sorry. Do you want me to stop...? No? Of course you don't. Shh, shh. It's alright. Does it hurt when I press myself against your back? No? Oh, don't squirm like that, Father, don't be afraid.

I'm cleansing you of your sin. My hand around your cock is helping relieve you of everything pent up inside of you. See how you're already spilling into my hand, and how your hips shake? Of course it burns, it's like putting alcohol on a wound. It's only to purify. No more build up, no more desires, just let go and let me help you.

Your voice is so sweet, Father. You sing your hymnals so beautifully during service, of course your moans carry as well. Shh, shh, let me draw your desperation out of you. That's it. That's it.

Cry for God all you want. He can hear you. He knows you're on the path to righteousness. All it takes is you cumming in my hand and your vision going white. Really, quite easy if you asked me. Then my touch won't burn anymore. You'll be clean.

guy who has mistaken adrenaline for love and isn’t interested in correcting the mistake

Whumptober #3

Trope of the day: impaled

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“Oh fuck …” Whumpee looks at his shaky, blood smeared hand and his breath catches in his throat as caretaker’s hands work on his body.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. At least … kinda,” the older mumbles as he helps whumpee move his legs to lay more comfortably. Whumpee knows that this is a lie, but he doesn’t comment it. Even if he wanted to, his mouth doesn’t even open.

That doesn’t stop him from whimpering when caretaker moves his shirt up, brushing against the knife still sticking in his abdomen. “Fuck, I know it hurts, I’m sorry.” The words ring in his ears, as he manages to give him a little nod. He knows he doesn’t want to hurt him. He never does and that makes caretaker special … at least in his sad example of a life.

His hands move unconsciously, fingers brushing against the object in his body, which makes him panic a bit. Gone. He wants it gone. In his pain-filled delirium, whumpee tries to take the knife out, but caretaker quickly grabs his hand, holding it in his own.

“Hey, look at me. Look at me, whumpee. That’s good. Good. We have to leave it in, otherwise you’ll bleed out before the fucking ambulance has the chance to come pick you up. Yes, I know it hurts, and I’m so sorry, but you have to wait just a little bit longer,” caretaker explains and his thumb circles over whumpee’s pale hand and he gives it a quick kiss. “Hold onto my hand, squeeze it, if it helps, but keep your fingers from that knife.”

Whumpee holds onto caretaker like a lifeline.

Injury Prompt #1004

Held by the neck

I wonder if “we have to torture this special character. in the lab facility. with secret science.” is an interest all 12-year-old children share or were we just the generation exposed to Maximum Ride

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Whumpril 2023 approaches!

Rules:

Anyone can participate.

Any media form is allowed (art, fic, gifs, music, whatever).

You can participate however much or as little as you want, no pressure to complete every single day.

You can post your work anywhere on the internet, Tumblr, Ao3, etc.

Tag potential triggers and NSFW accordingly.

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Full write-up of the prompts can be found under the cut!

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I love a well informed whumper. I love watching that scene where we get to see the whumper's analysis of the good team and how they decide which members pose the biggest threats. I love seeing the whumper doing their homework, building a file on each of them, picking them and their skill sets and weaknesses apart to know who to target

Whump ABC #23 - Whipped

Based on the results of this poll.

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Whumpee's hands shake from pain and exhaustion and henchman rips their shirt apart, revealing their back. Exposed to whumper, whumpee closes their eyes when they hear them walk closer.

Warm hands touch their cold skin, leaving goosebumps on their way. They hear whumper scoff, who bows down so their mouth is right next to whumpee's ear.

"Your old scars will be nothing against what is about to follow," they coo and walk back again, whumpee bracing themself for the pain that comes with the crack of the whip.

The burning sensation makes them grunt, but it's not enough to make them scream. Again and again, the thundering crack rings in whumpee's ears, hot blood running down their back now.

Whumpee's body shakes from pain, their mind racing, wanting it to stop. Barely holding onto consciousness, whumpee coughs and closes their eyes. The whip licks at their skin another time.

Current aesthetic of my brain is a whumpee who seems powerful and dangerous to outsiders, but in reality is under the thumb of someone who both treats them cruelly and controls their every move 💖

Barefoot Whumpees

Being barefoot is vulnerable, particularly in a culture that doesn't require people to remove shoes when they enter a house.

Think about the intimacy and control involved with stripping someone of their shoes and socks. It's the last bit of protection.

Cold Floors

Rough Terrain

Dry, cracked, or bleeding feet.