Pleasure In Pain (AU)

Pleasure in Pain (AU)

To be fair, I really haven’t written anything in a hot minute, but I blame school for being so damn stressful. So here’s a snippet of Cordova and Rojan in an AU where a forge master took on an apprentice. They’re still going through training.

Contents: TW branding/ burning mentioned, TW torture mentioned, TW burn scars mentioned, begging, merciful Whumper, pet Whumpee, Forge master Whumper, Apprentice Whumpee.

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“N-no no no no p-ple— hiccup… p-p-please. N-not today I-I, I’ve been g-good. I p-promise I’ve been good.”

Rojan looming over the shivering body of Cordova curled up in the corner of the large room. The heat from the forge radiating in the room. Making Cordova’s tears mix with his sweat that glistened on his bare body. A pathetic sight of begging. Rojan couldn’t ask for a better way to start his morning.

Cordova flinches and whines breathily when a calloused hand runs through their tangled and dirty hair. It had been months of training, setbacks, and a bit of manipulation. Though Rojan knew in the end that they could make this once bold and strong willed person crumble to a shell of their former self.

“What gives you the right to decide whether you’ve been good or not?”

Fresh tears pooled in the sniveling figure trembling at their feet. The fear in his eyes when he grew so quick to believe he made a mistake in his choice of words, as if it was an act of treason that deserved death. The rough hand grips his hair only in warning before loosening and slipping from his curls.

“Why don’t we let the forge decide whether you’ve been good today, as you so claim.”

The thought of struggling crossing the Cordova’s mind, as it has countless times. He knew where this led to and every time felt like the last time he would be able to handle it. Throat thick with saliva, tears streaking through the soot on his cheeks, a dull hope flickering like a dying flame in a storm.

Rojan turned their back and walked to the forge. Grabbing a fire poker that was left to heat up prior. A bright red hue at the tip of the metal. Cordova could feel the scars on their skin heat up as if he were being engraved for the first time.

Rojan softly humming to themselves a tune he had sung since the very first day while using pliers to bend and shape the metal into the perfect sharpness. To his surprise, a feeling of weak and trembly arms wrapped from behind him. Soft hands trying their best to cling onto their shirt. A gentle press of a forehead on their back. A new development.

“… please. Whatever I’ve— sniffle… done wrong today. M’s-so sorry. I’m t-trying to be g-good for y-you, but I don’t know what I did wrong and I know that’s not a good answer, b-but… p-please give me a chance to correct it.”

Such a quiet and delicate voice. One that a strong enough breeze could blow away. Rojan wasn’t a breeze, he was a hurricane, but perhaps just for today he could relax and be a simple breeze. The fire poker goes back to cook in the blazing flames. Cordova tenses when his captor turns around and faces him. Making his gaze turn down to the floor as he took his arms off of them. Another mistake, another punishment, another scar, another meal lost, anoth—

“Your mistake today was not greeting me when I arrived today.”

Rojan’s arms wrapped around the confused and timid person who was at eye level to his chest. A gentle embrace that he’s never blessed his pet with. He could practically feel their heart pounding in their chest and the subtle tremble in their body from the unfamiliar yet comforting touch.

“I’ll let it slide today. Only because I believe you’ve certainly learned some manners and you’ve been working very hard to please me as of late. Just a simple warning then, always greet me when I come in. Okay, little flame?”

The relief the younger man felt was immense. When had his master become so merciful? No, he wouldn’t question it. It was a blessing he needed and he wouldn’t take it for granted. He would behave better than he ever has before and prove to his master that he deserves days like this more often. He could hardly control the way his body naturally clung onto his master. How his face buried into the rugged man’s broad chest while stray tears fell onto his shirt. Soft, relatively quiet sniffles leaving him while Rojan rubbed his back in circular motions.

“You’re being extra good today. Perhaps this warrants a reward. How does a bath sound, my little apprentice?”

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Date: May 23, 2024

Taglist: @turn-the-tables-on-them

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So, I just got a really bad sunburn at the beach recently. It’s been a long time since I’ve been burned that badly, and it made me think about whump OBVIOUSLY. I think I have a problem, lol.

Imagining a Whumpee getting a punishment where they have to be strapped down or tied up outside in the direct sunlight so that they get burned all day long until the sun goes down. Especially with how hot it’s been recently, being stuck in 100+ degree weather is not fun. Of course that’s whumpy enough, but what got me thinking about it so much was the recovery.

You have to deal with your hot skin and feeling sore all over. Especially if Whumper is merciless and doesn’t allow you to have creams and lotions to care for the burns. Your skin peeling everywhere, it might even be painful to peel if Whumpee has open wounds or scabs. Feeling very itchy within the first week of recovery and having to fight the urge to scratch otherwise your skin will burn and sting. Imagining Whumper yanking on Whumpees hair when their scalp is burned and sensitive.

Maybe it wasn’t a normal world like Earth either, or a non-human/immortal Whumpee. Having a world that has two suns could make it worse. Maybe Whumpee is highly sensitive to sunlight and their skin is capable of burning off their body. What if that planet on very specific days gets exposed to flares from the sun that can actually get past the atmosphere layers. Just a scorching hot planet where if you walk on your bare feet, your skin will melt and peel away.

Whumper might actually appreciate the recovery process because it gives them chances to develop a bond with Whumpee through rewards and gentle care that they only get after taking punishments. Or they can use it as a way to inflict more pain. Taking Whumpee a cold ice bath or even a steaming hot one can hurt their skin a lot. Scrubbing away at the dead skin with a harsh scrubber or a file of some sort.

Is it obvious I hate sunburns?

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Date: July 8, 2024

Hai and best of wishes for the finals you're gonna do great and I too am going through my final exams so🤝🏼✍ good luck to both of us

I’m so not ready for finals at all, but I’m trying to fake it till I make it. Whatever happens, happens. I’m sure you’ll do outstanding on your finals if you haven’t already done them. Good luck, and also good luck to anyone else who has their finals too.

I can’t wait for summer to start so I can actually draw more often.

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In spirit of world art day, here are some recent drawings I made. Hope you all had a lovely day!

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Date: April 15, 2024

This was supposed to be a really quick, fun sketch of Kane de Sang from @whumpsday Kane & Jim series. It in fact did not turn out to be a simple sketch and I got a little carried away. I’m too tired to shade it but maybe I will later, anyway, I’m obsessed with the story and Kane low key breaks my heart sometimes when he begs. This is a scene from Sunrise #9.

Date: February 17, 2024

Just had my last finals today and now I have to pack everything in my dorm so I can drive home tomorrow, but I’m so mentally overstimulated that I can’t even get myself out of bed.

Needless to say I’m thoroughly disappointed in myself and I’m fully prepared to have to retake 3 of my classes. I don’t even have to wait for the final grades to be posted because I just know.

Anyway, hope you’re all having a good day. Summer time, yay. 2 online classes and trying to hunt for internships. Fun.

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