teamwhump

Team Whump!

She/her, lifelong whump fan. I mainly reblog fandom whump, but I will hopefully write/draw/gif my own things in the future!

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Thank You!!! It's Perfect

Thank you!!! It's perfect 😈🖤

Can I please request a whumpee help hostage? Knife to throat would be lovely 🖤😇

Knife to the throat IS lovely 😌👀 yessss

CW: Knives, Blood, Interrogation, Threats, Captivity, Cutting of throat (non-fatal)

"I don't know why you're making this so hard for yourself, Whumpee..."

The glistening blade of the knife slithered down the length of their arm. Whumpee could feel it's razor sharp edge carving into them as it trailied across twitching skin, gliding over rivers of blue veins. Unforgiving, tight straps fastened them in place to the chair - Whumpee flinched, twising and bucking in a desperate bid to edge away in panic, huffing rapidly through their nostrils and clenching their fists against the binds.

"It's so simple... there doesn't have to be all this pain, you know?" It sounded almost consoling, comforting with their hushed voice, were it not for the weapon being brandished across their body - the threat abundantly obvious.

Until a streak of viscous red trickled down their forearm, stinging from the swift slice and hissing through clenched teeth. The once shimmering silver of the blade now tarnished, dripping garnet red with their blood.

"I just want Caretaker's location, that's all. Just a few words. Just their address."

Just betray the one person you trust, is what they meant.

Those 'few words' would send their whole world spiralling - losing Caretaker wasn't on the table. Whumper was grasping frantically at straws and they knew it: Whumpee wasn't one to buckle - they'd take that information to the grave if that's what it took.

"Do your worst...", Whumpee grimaced, eyes locked in a deathly stare with Whumper to call their bluff.

"How kind of you to offer!"

"I'll never-"

Their words died suddenly in their throat when the knife swiftly flourished towards their neck, their throat bobbing harshly against the blade as they spoke - cutting into them with a startled whine.

"Now, now... I wouldn't talk if I were you... Not unless the next words out of your mouth is going to be Caretakers whereabouts?", Whumper quizzed with a knowing smirk, slightly applying pressure to the blade, pressing further into Whumpee's windpipe with a choke

"Are you about to tell me their whereabouts? You going to be a smart boy, for me?"

Whumpee gulped, feeling the knife bounce against them and sheepishly, slightly shook their head in refusal, careful and weary of the blade threatening to split into their neck. Whumper eyed them up and down, the paralysing tension in their body and straining against the straps, resisting the natural urge to flinch away.

"No matter. They'll come soon enough. When they learn that precious Whumpee has landed in the wrong hands." Whumper begins dragging the knife painstaking slow across Whumpee's throat, feeling the skin part and pry open and blood rushing and spilling down in its wake. Whumpee squealed out, snatching their head away only for it to dig in further and slash them.

"See! Look what you've done!", Whumper bellows infuriated, gesturing to Whumpee trembling beneath them - wheezing, gurgled breaths and weeping. With a dissatisfied sigh, Whumper pulls out their phone and snaps a quick photo of whumpee swimming in their own blood.

"They'll come crawling with their tail between their legs, soon enough. Until then... I quite enjoy seeing you squirm beneath me".

Whumper twizzled the knife around their fingers, admiring the reflection of light shining against it.

And then suddenly plunging it straight towards Whumpee's abdomen.

Drabble taglist: @sparrowsage @whumpsday (Just let me know whether to add or remove <333)