Begging - Blog Posts
baseball as a sport rlly edges you into the szn and i respect that:
first is caribbean league where you’ve maybe heard of 10% of the players and there are minimal stats and the camera quality is crunchy. but it’s live baseball!!
then spring training which is a whole arc of its own. you start and you’ve barely heard of any of the players. you get towards the end and the team is finally assembling but through it all there’s no strike zone and there aren’t many stats. but they’re your guys!!!
finally FINALLY the season starts and it’s so fantastic but the stats are either stationary stats from last season or those early season stat lines of like .500 avg over 6 pa. BUT ITS REAL BASEBALL YIPPEE!!!!
and to top it off there’s a chance your team is Bad™️ and then you’ve waited forever for a supremely disappointing season to be sad about. sometimes it’s awesome though!!
thank you for coming to my ted talk
Saw a post like this with negative outlook so I asked for it to be fixed
guys i have an idea for a UT ask blog
basically
I love writing
I hate drawing (I'm genuinely terrible)
I'd do some terrible sketches of OCs for this so you guys could get an idea...
I'd post a "prompt" detailing what'd happen in a comic
Then you guys (anyone who's seen this) would reblog or submit a comic based off the prompt- Basically a commission, but
Consider it more like an art challenge/project?? A community blog!
We'd be all collaborating and sharing a project I've wanted to make since I was younger but can't because I'm a terrible artist
I'd keep it separated through hashtags, and if I receive a lot of submissions I'd probably upload my favorites/the best BUT I might upload less talented ones once in a while because artists who are improving often need attention so they can try and make even better content
Or I might make a tag for non-chosen submissions so you guys could upload for anything and it'd go there
Since I think it'd be cool to see your art on that
but yeah that's my idea
oh and talking about my main OC for this, he's a typical Sans who's half devil, half angel, half dra- You get the point. He's short, has horns, and multiple cracked bones. He's OP, and... Basically meant to start off as a nine-year-old's design for a character.
Except that kid leaves the fandom. So he lives on as a memory inside that person's mind. So as the kid grows up, this Sans does as well. He loses many of his powers- Locked away due to lack of usage- and can mostly only teleport and heal...
He matures, he grows out of his own universe (which can be anything you'd like, because the kid didn't establish much! So if a scene is, for example, at Grillby's, the background would be pretty chaotic but the bar and seats and stuff would still be noticeable)... He travels the universe. He explores. He befriends. He stumbles upon something he shouldn't have stumbled on.
But yeah, that's the idea! I also have an idea for a Sans with wings, a merchant Grillby... I don't know this guy's name yet (Cure? Maybe? But that'd make him into Cure!Sans which is a very Pretty Cure thing...) But if anyone is interested and has any ideas or just support, reblog or ask something!!
The whumpee's head lolled to the side, eyes squeezed shut as they tried to calm their breathing.
In, out, in-
Their mind went blank as blinding pain shot up their spine.
They never got used to it. The whumpee's hands spasmed as, with a mind of their own, they tried to reach for the collar around their neck. All this resulted in was the whumpee pulling rather painfully at the ropes that suspended them from the ceiling.
Even if their hands were free, there was no way the whumpee could get this off. It was locked tightly, supplying shocks at what seemed like random intervals.
They struggled to keep their footing as another one ripped through their body, there was barely a break between this and the last one.
The whumpee let out a ragged sob, "you're not even watching! Why- what.. purpose does this serve?"
Silence.
Nothing but the whumpee's own heavy breathing.
"Please stop," they whispered, too quiet to be heard by anyone outside the room who might actually be able to fulfill their request, it was more of a quiet prayer.
There was no answer.
in 2020 the blue shift took four days, in 2020 the blue shift took four days, in 2020 the bl
Will somebody give me attention:( I’ll do whatever for it
The longer she keeps you in chastity, the more pathetic and desperate you get. This is when she takes full advantage of you.
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SOMEONE ART TRADE WITH ME PLSPLSPLS I YEAR. FOR DRAWINGS. I HAVE INSTA AND SNAP PLSPLSPSLS
Beg me for it
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: oral (male receiving), Oral-fixation, innocent!Steve Rogers, Virgin! Steve Rogers, experienced! Reader but also shy!reader, fem!reader, overstimulation, cock sitting, Cowgirl?, fem!dom, teasing, begging, praise, check-ins, aftercare + fluff
Word count: 2.5k
Brought to you by my brain after the first episode of She-Hulk and a long, steamy convo with my friend at 3am
The show had just finished, the same irritating tune of ‘A star Spangled man with a plan’ had finally died down and Steve had finished his preaching of how ‘by purchasing war bonds you too could do your part to stick it to the Fuhrer’ or whatever bullshit they convinced him would get him his own battalion. It made you sick how they openly exploited him, but it also made you question how naïve he truly was—because if they could convince him that he was truly aiding the war effort by being paraded around like a freakshow, then what could you also convince him to do.
You were pulled from your thoughts by the creaking of the curtain finally descending, once it finally reached the ground you let your fake toothy grin fall and relaxed your posture, relieved you sauntered to the back of the stage “Thank god that’s over.” You hear one of the girls call
“Yeah, I’m craving a smoke. You girls coming?”
They all follow behind the main blonde, but just before she fully exits the door to outside the theatre she turns on her heel “Y/N you coming?” She questions, allowing the rest of the girls to walk past her out the door.
“Oh no I’m fine for now, you lot can go I’m gonna stay here and rest.” You let out an awkward laugh, that is absolutely not what you’re going to do, it couldn’t be further from the truth. The moment you began considering how deep America’s sweethearts naivety truly went it caused ideas to rush through your mind of things you wanted to do to him, things that made heat rise all the way to the tips of your ears. You knew you’d never be able to do them to him but it wouldn’t stop you from enjoying yourself.
“Suit yourself I guess, it’s stuffy in here” she let out a disgruntled sound as Maggie pulled the blue, sequin covered collar from her neck rubbing at the scratched skin below it, “ I swear if this thing doesn’t stop itching me I’m going to fu- Mr Rogers hello.” Her whole demeanour shifted, she went from loud mouthed broad to the shy girl next door in seconds, you were almost impressed. Steve just gave her a nod and a wave and disappeared into his room with a red door and brass star drilled into it, you could tell it was for him because it was the biggest and most decorated room, us girls got a communal room to get ready in, one that had blue paint flaking off it to reveal the sludge green colour that the door used to be.
You sat on the stiff blue sofa, running your hand over the cheap material “this is gonna give me carpet burn on my thighs” you huffed shifting around in an attempt to get comfortable, your mind drifted back to Steve who was now alone in his room. Maybe it was time to attempt to assert dominance, do the opposite of what Maggie did; go from shy show girl to dominatrix and try to snag Steve for yourself. The thought of it made you impossibly embarrassed as you clenched around nothing, but it was now or never you were almost completely alone with him. You stood up quickly and practically ran over to the mirror, touching up your makeup and dousing yourself with perfume to ensure you smelt nice “you can do this. You’re gonna knock on his door and lure him in, it’s going to be great, amazing, even…Sexy.” Flattening down your red and white striped skirt, which was unbelievable short, you took one final deep breath and made your way out of the changing room, down the musty corridor littered with faded posters from previous shows that were slowly peeling from the dirty, smoke covered walls which tinged them a darker brown then they should have been. You could hear the producers in their own room talking, probably playing cards, which meant you had time to enjoy yourself.
You were now face to face with Steve’s deep wine red door, it was perfectly pristine more than likely it had been painted over recently, the bronze star was shined to perfection and had the words ‘TALENT’ in bold, block lettering. Hesitantly you lifted your knuckles to the door, rapping on the wood three times. You heard shuffling and the sound of someone tripping before the door opened, revealing Steve’s towering frame. You were looking at his chiselled chest, which you could easily make out from below the tight white wife beater. You slowly leaned your head back to look up at him and locked eyes with his azure ones that had fleeks of green and blue, they reminded you of sea foam, enchanting. “Hi Y/N, is something wrong?” His soothing modulated voice inquired, your eyes drifted down to his soft, full, pink lips. That’s when you knew you had to do it.
“Can I come in, to talk to you?” You questioned in a husky tone, fluttering your eyelashes against your cheeks and looking up to him as innocently as you could muster, attempting to make yourself seem small and fragile.
“Of course, it’s no problem.” a pinkish tint dusted his cheeks and his toned arm found its way behind his head rubbing at his neck in a soothing motion. He let you pass him and your head flitted around the room, bugged eyed. His room was massive and painted crimson, with a red velvet couch facing the wall to ceiling vanity mirrors, that had a cushioned mahogany chair tucked under the floating table; that mirror was definitely going to be used. You seated yourself on his couch, allowing yourself to sink into the plush cushions and patted the area next to you, Steve strode towards you and sat right where you had instructed. The pinkish tint that had been dusting his cheeks early had made its way to his neck and ears and was deepening to a scarlet “so what did you want to…talk about?” He stuttered unable to look at you, you extended your arm and brushed a hand up and down his forearm leaning towards him. His body turned rigid from your touch.
“Look at me Stevie.” You ordered, allowing a smile to tug at your lips, pressing your arm harder into your chest to make your cleavage more prominent “I want you to look at me, please.” His head turned slowly and he crooned his neck down to look at you, a questioning look in his gaze “I need you. Inside me.” He shuffled away till his hips reached the arm of the soaf, so you did the same, except you only stopped once you were practically sat on his meaty thighs
“We can’t do that Y/N, I can’t..” you lifted your eyes to peer into his, moving your hand from his muscular forearm to his jaw that clenched under your touch, his face was scalding, his embarrassment apparent. This was intoxicating.
You brought your other hand to his other cheek and pulled his face towards you, he could have resisted but he was obedient, how useful.
“Why can’t you Stevie? Are you perhaps a virgin?” His tongue jutted out of his mouth and licked his plump lips nervously “You are! Aren’t you!” You gasped in a falsely scandalised voice, you weren’t surprised in the slightest but you wanted his embarrassment to grow and fester, you wanted him to be putty beneath you.
“I haven’t had time…I’m sorry I can’t.” He shifted below you, turning his face
“I can help you. I can be your first, let me pop your cherry, my sweet soldier.” You whispered seductively in his ear caressing the shell of his ear with your nose, slipping one of your hands from one of his cheeks down to his clothed crotch, your hand caressing the area through his washed blue denim Levi’s. A tent began to form “You’re rearing to go down here.” You climbed further on to his lap till you were sat on his growing erection, the blonde tried in vain to bite back a moan. You ground down into his lap determined to hear that sweet thigh clenching sound again, you moaned out his name rubbing your head into his neck, nipping at his bobbing Adam’s apple.
“Please let’s do it.”
“Do what Stevie? You have to say it, tell me what you want, beg me for it.” You breathe
“Fuck me. Please ah.” he begged letting out an uncharacteristically high pitched moan as you began to undo his jeans, you slid off his lap taking his trousers and boxers with you. Allowing his sizable member to spring free, the tip was red and angry, leaking pre-cum and large blue, violet veins pulsated beneath his thin pale skin. You salivated at the sight, you wanted nothing more than to taste the hot salty taste of his release trickle down your throat, you wanted your mouth to be filled with him “What are doing?” He questioned in an almost breathless tone, which was cut off by a grunt as you licked a stripe from his twitching balls to his sensitive tip
“Just you wait and see my little virgin, I’m going to spoil you rotten.” You drew circles with your tongue and popped it in your mouth, giving it a suck before opening your throat and taking him in. You watched as his hand flew to his sides; gripping the velvet of the couch till his knuckles turned white, a strained sob escaping his lips as his head flew back hitting the wall, you slowly inched his cock further into your mouth, a moan from you throat vibrating around his cock, he was big, almost too big for your mouth. Your jaw creaked uncomfortably as you almost reached the base, you could feel his full length tickling your throat as it pulsated. Your nose was buried in his pelvis and you instinctively collected spit with your hand and began to massage his balls, you quickly came up releasing his dick with a pop “pull my hair.” You grabbed his hands and brought them to the base of your skull “use me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He whined, you grinned deviously
“You can’t hurt me, you won’t want to because I’ll make sure you apologise on your knees.” His large calloused hands wrapped around strands of your hair and forced you down to his dick and you began to suck, his moans started up again and you hollowed your cheeks to suck him for all he’s worth. You rocked back and forth on your foot, allowing for your clit to feel reprieve from the pleasurable tingling dancing in your womb. The savoury taste of cum began to dance on your tongue and that’s when you grabbed his wrists and forcibly removed yourself from him
“I was gonna…Where are you going?” He asked deliriously as you stood up, your small palm rubbing over his leaking slit, you pressed a finger to his soft lips
“It’s time for you to become a man, I’m gonna send you to heaven and back Captain virgin.” You took your seat back on his lap, but this time you sat on your knees and allowed his tip to slip back a forth through your velvety folds you keened as you rubbed it against your engorged, sensitive bud “I’m waiting Stevie, beg for me, beg like you’ve never begged before.” You demanded as you peeled off his wife beater and threw it to a miscellaneous corner, you stroked your hands up and down his sculpted chest which glimmered with sweat, you relished in his manly scent.
“Please put it in, please I’m begging you. I need to cum it hurts.” You looked down at his face his eyes were red and glassy and his bottom lip was clasped between his teeth, you massaged his face lovingly as you slipped him inside you slowly. You threw your head back and clasped his broad shoulders with your hands, your mouth going slack as the pleasurable burn of his length radiated through your hips causing your orgasm to build even further. One of Steve’s bulky arms found its way around your waist keeping you from falling, whilst the other encompassed your cheek pushing some of your hair out of your eyes “Feels good, keep going please.” You collected your self and nodded Steve’s whole length sheathing inside you, you nestled your head below his chin
“You okay?” You whispered, you received a nod in response “Good because now I’m going to destroy you.” Steve let out a low chuckle and you began to bounce your hips, slamming yourself up and down relentlessly
“Someone’s going to hear us.” Steve choked, trying to suppress his moans and grunts as your walls fluttered around him.
“Let them hear, I want them to hear me make you mine. I’m going to be your first and last you’re mine, moan for me. Let them hear how good I make you feel.”
“I’m gonna cum” he squeaked, tightening his grip on your waist so hard that it was absolutely going to bruise. You stopped your movements and planted yourself on his lap.
“No, please move. So close, I was gonna cum. Please.” his voice was thick with need, desperate. He whined attempting to move you up and down
“We cum together, you’ll wait for me, my good boy, my good little virgin.” You swiped your thumb sensually over his biceps. His cock twitched inside you “Do you like being my good boy Captain?” You cooed as Steve buried his head into the lapel of your outfit
“Take this off. I want to see you please.” You complied, throwing the scratchy uniform towards where you had thrown Steve’s wife beater. His strong hand briefly glided over your tits giving them a squeeze and teasing the nipples before falling back to their original place.
“Look in the mirror Stevie, look where we’re joined.” You began to move again “touch my clit, you know what that is right?” You chuckled and Steve scoffed, rubbing your clit almost immediately, making you melt against him “Well, you’re better than most men then.” You moaned, moving your hips desperately “Use me Steve!” You beckoned he grabbed your hips with his other hand feverishly moving you up and down his length “gonna cum! Cum with me! Cum my good boy!” You keened grinding on his dick, Steve groaned and whined, his cock throbbed, you gripped at his muscular arms desperately and you were finally pushed over the edge, you bashed your head into Steve’s shoulder, digging your nails into his back leaving red half moons in their wake you felt Steve’s hot release flow into you, he bucked his hips desperately and you could feel it leak out of you into his lap. You ran your hands through his cropped hair and kissed his jaw tenderly “You good Steve?” You questioned massaging his scalp gently
“That was amazing, thank you.” He murmured, stroking your thigh with his warm pal. He turned his head and pushed back your hair kissing your forehead.
“Thank you for letting me be your first.” Your lips meet for the first time in a lazy, yet passionate kiss and you both stare into each other's eyes “let’s lay together for a bit before we get cleaned up.” Steve hummed in agreement, holding you securely to his chest before laying on his back, allowing you to rest your head on his buff chest and listen to his heart that was thumping loudly against his ribs, your eyelids became heavy and you permitted yourself to drift off in the security and heat of the supersoldiers embrace.
seeing Chappell roan in concert would save my life actually I did the math
tell me things to id for my image id side blog please tag me in posts so i can have more @prox-alt-text posts
Drop the Act
author:
writingfromtheshadows
summary:
If Dazai’s fingers slid any further down Chuuya’s restraint might completely collapse, and he grasped for something to say that could be a valid excuse, “Why would I want you anymore? Your goody two-shoes act puts me off.”
“It’s just an act.”
(or the one where Dazai’s been a Port Mafia spy all along)
And I don’t need anything other than you
author:
EvacuPiss
summary:
Chuuya catches Akutagawa doing something less than appropriate at work, and as his superior he’s forced to step in and punish him.
But could you really call what he does a ‘punishement’?
And you never left me alone
author: Anonymous
summary:
He had only came to the underwater dorm for a study session. Floyd had asked him for help studying for an upcoming exam.
Riddle had reluctantly agreed, considering how all of their ‘study’ sessions ended.
Not that he didn’t mind, they were quite enjoyable.
Ok so I'm playing "Where the water tastes like Wine"...
WHAT IS UP WITH INDIE GAMES AND GOOD NARRATORS OMFG
THESE MFS AND DISEMBODIED VOICES UGHHHH
GOD IM IN LOVE WITH HIM
First it was Stanley Parable, then Disco Elysium and now this...
Omfg someone sedate me-
Teaching subs to beg is unbelievably hot. The embarrassment, the stuttering, the way they can barely finish a sentence at first. The way their voice gets all soft and desperate. How it starts with them protesting that they can’t until you push them to the point of desperation, until all they can do is whimper please and your name and whatever you tell them to say. How cute and sweet and pliable they are like that.
could you do some begging whump dialogue, please
Hiya! I'd LOVE to.
I wasn’t sure on what format you want this in, so I'm going to do a scene. I 100% expect this to run away with me, so I apologize in advance for that lol.
[Edit: Yup it absolutely go out of hand lol. I hope you enjoy regardless!]
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Learning to Beg
[tw: whipping, strangulation, blood loss]
The whip cracked hard against Whumpee's stomach. The skin split that time. They groaned, sagging against the chains that twisted their wrists high above their head. Somehow, it hurt even worse on their front. Whumper had turned them a few minutes prior, saying their back was sufficiently welted and cut. Flipped them like a fucking pancake and started working on the other side.
"Still not going to say it?" Whumper mused, coiling the whip and stepping up to Whumpee's shivering form. "I'm really not asking for much, here."
Whumpee dragged their eyes from the floor, glaring at Whumper. "I'm not begging. I'm not your fucking dog."
Whumper's eyes narrowed, curious. They gently tipped up Whumpee's chin with the coiled whip. "You sure about that?"
Whumpee managed a small, annoyed sigh even with their ribs burning in protest. "It's not going to happen. I'd die before begging you for anything, psycho."
Whumper gave a small smile. "Well considering the fact that you're still talking, I think you can take quite a bit more before you're at the breaking point. But..." They stepped away, considering.
Whumpee saw a spark light up in their eyes. That was…unsettling.
Whumper turned away, smiling. "If you're so sure you won't break, I believe you. No point in fussing with it anymore."
Whumper tossed the whip into the corner. It skittered and unraveled as it came to a rest against the wall. It left tiny streaks of blood across the ground wherever it touched. Whumpee stared at it. "Wha-what do you mean?"
Whumper headed for the door, "Just what I said. No more whip. You're clearly not going to beg for me, so I'll go work on someone who will."
Whumpee's eyes widened. Caretaker.
But they were practically still bleeding from yesterday...Whumper wouldn't.
Whumper stepped out of the room.
They would.
Whumpee pulled against the chains. Their ripped and swollen skin screamed in response, but they kept twisting and wrihting, trying to get a hand free.
Whumper returned moments later, dragging Caretaker by one arm. They could barely keep up, stumbling and dizzy from blood loss. Whumper hadn't even bothered to restrain them. Caretaker's eyes met theirs, frantic and wide for just a moment before they blinked it away. They gave Whumpee a small, reassuring smile, but their eyes couldn't quite match it.
"What are you doing? You'll kill them!" Whumpee jolted against the chains, but they still wouldn't budge. Of course they wouldn't.
Whumper grinned, pulling Caretaker in front of them to face Whumpee. "Quite possibly. They're much closer to the breaking point than you are."
Whumpee's hands itched to reach out and touch Caretaker. They were so close. Whumpee could probably kick them if they tried, but that's not exactly reassuring or helpful.
"It's okay, Whumpee. It's cool. Don't worry about me." They stood tall as soon as they found their balance, but their voice was shaking. Caretaker was always the strong one. They were never afraid. This was wrong. So so very wrong.
Whumper wriggled one arm behind Caretaker's elbows, pinning their arms back with little resistance. They grimaced as Whumper's other hand slithered up to their throat. Caretaker scoffed, "Geez, ever heard of personal space?"
Whumper ignored them, looking to Whumpee. "So, what's it gonna be?"
Whumpee pulled again against the chains, their eyes burning a hole through Whumper. "Don't you dare. Don't you dare hurt them."
Whumper smirked. Careker's eyes went wide as the hand squeezed around their neck.
"No!" Whumpee tried to control their breathing. Tried to not look panicked. "Don't. Leave them out of this! You've done enough!"
Whumper laughed in response. Caretaker started to writhe. Their face was turning red already. "Apparently I haven't." They squeezed tighter, and Caretaker started to panic. They struggled and twisted, but Whumper held them still with little effort.
Whumpee stared, desperate to move, to help, to do anything. All they could do was pull against their bruised wrists more.
"Oh, now this is fun," Whumper chuckled. "Again, I'm not asking for much. I just want you to beg a little."
Whumpee's head spun as Caretaker choked and hissed. Their eyes were starting to lose focus. So fast. Way too fast. Caretaker wasn't in any state to handle this shit.
"Okay! Fine!"Whumpee sputtered. "Please! Please jut let them go."
Whumper smiled at that. “Hmm…” Their hand didn't move. "I don't think that's good enough."
"Wh-what!?" Caretaker's struggling was starting to slow, their jerks were turning into lethargic writhing. Whumpee growled, "What do you mean not good enough!"
"Well, you refused to beg me to stop hurting you before, so I think now you should beg me to hurt you instead of them. I think that would even the scores, don't you?"
"Fuck you."
Whumper smiled in response, their fingers not loosening even a little as Caretaker sagged against them. Whumpee panicked. "Come on, let go. They're passing out, you're going to fucking kill them if you don't let go!"
Whumper clicked their tongue. "Those aren't the words I wanted to hear," they chastised.
Caretaker's eyes went dark as they stumbled down, held up only by Whumper's grip. Whumper was really willing to let Caretaker die. Inches in front of them.
"Okay fine! Please, let them go. Hurt me instead. Whip me. Make me scream - whatever you want. Just let them go, I'm begging you!"
Whumper smirked. "Good timing, I could feel their pulse slipping." Caretaker crumpled to the ground as Whumper stepped back.
They weren't moving.
Fuck they weren't breathing. Whumpee stopped breathing too.
Whumpee looked frantically between Caretaker's crumpled form and Whumper, who was also staring at Caretaker.
Whumper raised their eyebrows at Caretaker, expectant.
Nothing. They checked their watch. Whumpee jerked against the chains uselessly.
Whumper gave Caretaker a swift kick.
Caretaker gasped to life as the boot collided with their spine.
"Ah. There we go."
Whumper stepped over them, heading toward the discarded whip. Caretaker rolled onto their stomach, coughing and sputtering, gasping for air.
Whumpee took in a deep, shaky breath. They were okay. It was fine. Everything was fine. For now.
Whumpee chanced a whisper. They could hardly breathe. "You good?"
Caretaker coughed again and rolled onto their back. "Yeah. Peachy." their voice was horse. Barely functional. More a whisper than anything.
"I'm so sorry."
Caretaker tried to clear their throat, choking on the sound. They managed an amused smile, their eyes still unfocused. "Don't be. You know I'm into the choking thing."
Whumpee couldn't bring themselves to laugh when Caretaker was panting on the ground.
Whumper returned with the whip, gripping Caretaker by the arm and dragging them over to the other side of the room. Caretaker didn't even try to fight, they just sagged against the wall, coughing, as Whumper sauntered up to Whumpee.
They reverently draped the whip over Whumpee's neck like they were presenting them with a medal. The cold, wet blood ticked against their bare skin. "Well done. That was very nice." Whumper tipped their chin up with a finger. "Now you're going to beg me to hurt you. Then when you can't take anymore, you're going to beg me to stop."
Whumpee glared at them. "I already fucking begged, we're done."
Whumper smiled. "Have it your way, but if you pass out without begging, I'm going to turn the whip onto Caretaker instead until you wake back up." They glanced at Caretaker who was barely sitting up straight in the corner. "Hopefully you snap out of it before they lose any more blood - I won't stop if they pass out."
Whumpee sputtered. "But I already...but you said-"
"What I said is that I wanted you to beg. And that's what you're going to do."
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(tags: @whumpawink, @prisonerwhump, @mabledonut)
Make a whumpee beg for something they need so desperately, without any pointers on how their new whumper likes it.
Make them play trial and error.
It’s so much more humiliating that way.
‘Please—I don’t know how to please you—‘
‘Maybe I just like to keep you guessing.’
Make them scramble. Make them panic.
Make them throw darts at the wall until something sticks.
Let them sit and slowly suffocate in how much worse this is—that any sick, humiliating shit they do or say or offer is volunteered from their own brain, rather than something they’ve been ordered to do.
When nothing makes the pain stop, watch them get desperate. Let them slowly splinter and crumble away until they’re begging for orders—forgetting entirely what it was they wanted in the first place. all they want now is to be told what to do, how to please you—anything to make it stop.
MORE 👏 PROMPTS 👏 theme: begging 💕
(Tags/TW: implied abuse, implied noncon, implied torture, whipping, slavery, dehumanization, verbal abuse, implied punishment, fear programming, begging, forced to beg, insulting, manipulation, cursing, possible nsft/w, dialogue prompts, whump prompts)
"P-Please! You promised if I took the punishment I-I could feed!"
"W-What if I break it myself? See..? Please don't cut it off!"
"Can pet have the whip this time instead of the cane? I've been good Master, please!"
"I already told you how much I fucking hate begging, now I'm going to seal that mouth shut."
"I'm sorry, did I just hear a pet begging? It seems like you haven't learned a thing from your last punishment."
"Filthy little blood-suckers don't get to ask for things. I thought I made myself clear."
"Please Master? I'll do anything, you can do whatever you want to me! I just need it so badly, please let me drink.."
"Turn around, stick your ass out and beg for it."
"You know I can't hear you unless you're begging, pet."
"Wipe those ugly tears off your face and beg me to hit you again."
"One more pathetic plea out of you and I'll take out your vocal chords."
"If you want to feel one ounce of pleasure, you're going to beg me to fuck you, right now."
"I'll cut out your fucking tongue if you don't stop begging. I'm not letting you go."
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Not all of them ended up vampire prompts but I went with it! Anything is a vampire prompt if you make them vampires. <3
EMPEZAR. I. TR. 1. Dar principio a algo. ‖ 2. Iniciar el uso o consumo de algo. ‖ II. INTR. 3. Dicho de una cosa: Tener principio. ¶ Morf. conjug. c. acertar . ‖por algo se empieza. EXPR. Se usa para dar a entender que de principios sin importancia pueden originarse cosas o hechos que la tengan.
Pues… EMPECEMOS!!!