Dont Touch Me

Don’t Touch Me

Tw: noncon touch, noncon kiss

Whumpee shifted in the passenger seat of the car. They snuck a quick glance at Whumper, who was driving too fast. The gravel road didn’t prevent Whumper from speeding.

Whumpee forced themselves to calm their nerves. For a moment, they felt like they had a tiny bit of control over how they felt. At least until Whumpers hand found its way to their inner thigh.

Whumpee pushed Whumpers hand off of them. “Don’t touch me.”

Whumper’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. The car began to slow down.

Whumpee desperately tried to open the car door, but it was locked.

The car came to a stop and Whumper stared at Whumpee. Their face was calm, but the tightness in their jaw gave everything away.

“What did you just say to me?”

Whumpee didn’t answer, still hoping the door would open.

Whumper backhanded them, the sound ringing through Whumpee’s ear. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“I- I asked you not to touch me.”

“Asked? Don’t change the details for your convenience.” They reached over and grabbed Whumpees face. They held them in place as they leaned closer.

They whispered in their ear, “That was a fucking mistake.”

“I’m- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

Whumper pulled back slightly, brushing the hair behind Whumpees ears. “Yes, you did.”

Whumper closed the gap between their lips. Whumpee couldn’t pull away due to the grip on their face. They whimpered and writhed until Whumper pulled away.

Suddenly, Whumper’s fist connected with their jaw. Whumpees head knocked back against the window. They cried out as another hit landed on them. Their head rang as the pain rushed through them. They tried to hold up their hands to protect their face, but Whumper had already pulled away.

“Don’t ever tell me not to touch you. You won’t like what happens afterwards.” Whumper restarted the car and began speeding off again. They put their hand on Whumpees thigh; Whumpee didn’t dare push it off.

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Vampire Whump Prompt #1

"I said open your fucking mouth," Whumper growled, fingers digging deeply into Whumpee's jaw. In their other hand, rough looking pliers set with the intent of gripping whatever they touched.

"Your fangs are too long."

"You're bruised."

"You like when I'm bruised."

Whumper grabbed Whumpee by the throat, pinned them to the wall and sneered in their face.

"I like when I've bruised you." They pressed a thumb into the dark ring around Whumpee's neck, unable to even relish the flinch and gasp from pain that they didn't have a hand in causing.

"Now tell me who."

// w. @zoewhumps

4/17 whump prompts *5 sentences* “Now, now pet, behave,” Oliver said, his fingers dug into the vampire’s back as his cohorts milked the vampire of his venom.

CW: Mouth whump, restrained, captivity, pet whump, creepy whumper, intimate whumper

"Now, behave," Oliver said, his voice somewhere between a growl and a purr, his fingers digging like knives into the vampire's shoulders to hold him still.

The vampire boy whimpered, weakly, pink-tinged tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, staining the whites around his green irises, wide open with fear.

He couldn't stop himself from struggling against the cuffs that held his wrists behind his back, he had to do something, to move in some way. The metal ring forced between his teeth kept his mouth open so wide his jaw was nearly cracking, and if he'd had to breathe to live, it would have been difficult to do so comfortably.

Luckily, he was already dead.

Oliver's other hand found its way into his hair, petting gently, a jarring comparison to the violence of his grip.

The man in front of him leaned over, placing a small dish into his open mouth, angled so the lip of one side caught on his bottom teeth and held there. Then he took a small tool like a q-tip and tipped the vampire's chin up, getting a better look with a little flashlight.

"There we go. I see the glands. Hold him."

Oliver's fingers twisted into coppery hair and held fast.

The tool pressed into the venom gland just behind his fangs and the vampire's whimper turned to a whine and then to a high shriek of pain and discomfort, trying to whip his head from side to side, but he was held too tightly to do more than jerk a little, here and there.

The pain was blinding.

His vision went white, as if staring directly into a heatless sun, and he screamed. Pain sparked in the glands and went straight to his brain, down his spine, to the tips of his toes.

His back arched in a perfect bow. He couldn't feel the ache in his scalp from Sir's hands because the pain of everything else simply overwhelmed it.

Finally, the tool finished prodding first one gland and then the other, the little dish was full to brimming of venom, and the man pulled back and away. He poured the venom into a container that he sealed carefully and labeled.

The vampire boy's sobs, muffled and distorted by his forced-open mouth, filled the room.

"There we go, darlin', all done..." Oliver murmured against his ear, his thumb rubbing at the back of the boy's shoulder as if in comfort. "That wasn't so bad, now was it, lovely?"

The vampire shuddered, and sobbed, and Oliver listened to him and gave a soft, affectionate little laugh.

Then he looked up. "Pull his fangs while we've got him open."

The vampire began to struggle again, desperate and mindless, and Oliver's laugh was louder than the sound of the vampire's fear.

Choking Whump

Hands around the neck or over the mouth and nose

Chokehold (who doesn’t love some manhandling)

Belt around the neck

Pulling tightly on Pet Whumpee’s Collar

Holding Whumpee’s head under water

Smothering

A coarse rope that rubs the neck raw

A thin metal wire that digs into Whumpee’s throat

Barbedwire that doesn’t allow any room for struggling