#muffled screams

[bounder-returns]

She really wanted to play the pretty little bondage slave. She even went and bought a very cute collar.

I certainly approved, but she had to know I would add a few things to seal the deal. She would also find out that I’m keen on colour coordinating.

#punishment #hostage #taped #slave #blackswann #muffled screams

[jimmysea]

We're even now.

Gemini Norawit as TINN & Fourth Nattawat as GUN MY SCHOOL PRESIDENT (2022) dir. Au Kornprom Niyomsil

#my school president #my school president the series #tinngun #tinn x gun #geminifourth #gemini norawit #fourth nattawat #usermor #mjtag #userpuentalay #vishingwell #marigif #MUFFLED SCREAMS #THIS WAS SO CUTEEEEEEE #<333333333333

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Whumpuary 2024 Day 8

8. (Jan 15-16) Muffled Screams / Hostage / "You look awful" 

cw captive whumpee, hostage, bound/gagged, defiant whumpee, intimate whumper 

“Your screaming is really starting to get on my nerves.” 

Whumpee’s eyes narrowed into a poisonous glare. It was kind of cute, really—those big doe eyes shooting daggers at Whumper. As if there was anything they could do while tied to the chair. They made another angry, muffled noise behind the gag that sounded like it was supposed to be a sentence. 

“What was that?” Whumper teased, stopping in front of Whumpee and smirking down at them. “I can’t understand you, honey.” 

Their hostage screamed again, pulling uselessly at their restraints. This was fun already; Whumper wondered how much more fun it would be if the little spitfire could talk. 

They circled behind the chair and began untying the gag, shushing Whumpee when they flinched away. “I’m not going to hurt you. Not yet, anyway.” 

Whumpee jerked their head away as the scarf was pulled from their mouth. “Untie me right the fuck now!” they demanded. 

“Fiesty,” Whumper commented with amusement. They ruffled Whumpee’s hair before walking leisurely back in front of them. “You certainly are brave—or is it reckless, maybe? Don’t you know you’re my hostage?” 

“If you were going to kill me, you would have done it already,” they growled.  

“I don’t want to kill you. But there’s other ways for me to shut you up. Teach you to obey.” 

“I’m not afraid of you.” Still glaring, still struggling, but the poor thing looked exhausted. Whumper could see the tired look in their eyes, and the carefully guarded fear. Their clothes were dirty and rumpled, hair messy, and a bruise was forming on one of their forearms. 

Whumper raised an eyebrow. “You look awful.” 

The comment earned them an annoyed huff this time. “You just kidnapped me, how am I supposed to look?” 

“Listen,” Whumper said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose. “I’m just waiting on your guys to give me the money, okay? And then I'll let you go. So just chill the fuck out until then.” 

“Untie me.” 

“What, do you think I'm crazy?” Whumper asked. “No, you’re staying right there, safely restrained, until I'm done with you.” 

Those big, doe eyes looked up at Whumper, imploring now rather than defiant. “Please?” 

“I’m not falling for that.” 

“Worth a shot,” Whumpee said with a shrug. “Just so you know—as soon as I get free, I’m gonna kill you.” 

Whumper laughed. They placed their hands on Whumpee’s wrists and leaned over them, pressing a gentle kiss to their cheek despite Whumpee’s protest. With a grin, they murmured, “Oh honey, I can’t wait to see you try.” 

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno8 #muffled screams #hostage #you look awful #captive whumpee #hostage whump #intimate whumper #gagged whumpee #defiant whumpee #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #enemies to lovers #enemies and lovers #banter #snippet

[fujikasa]

Ms. He, can I have this one?

OH NO! HERE COMES TROUBLE | 不良執念清除師 Episode 8

#oh no! here comes trouble #不良執念清除師 #userdramas #asiandramasource #dailyasiandramas #baek1nho #lextag #twdramaedit #peng cian you #tseng jing hua #yongyan #m.gif #*onhct #*pcy #the fact that guangyan wants to keep yiyong's doodle makes me so #muffled screams #guangyan and his tiny smiles when yiyong isn't looking

[iwritewhump]

"You have to promise I'll come back" + returning home + muffled screams

day 24 of @whumptember

658 words

warnings: young whumpee (implied), betrayal, recapture, physical overpowering

part two | part three

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“Villain?” Hero asks, lowering her head to his level. He stares at her, eyes fuzzy. His eyebrows knit together and Hero repeats herself, “Will you be able to do this?” 

He nods, “Yeah, I-I can do that. Just, um, promise I’ll come back?” 

Hero scans his face, forcing a smile, “Of course you’ll come back, if I thought anything would happen to you, I wouldn’t let you go.” she puts her hands on his shoulders and pulls him into a hug, “Nothing’s going to happen. You have my word.” 

He rests his chin in the crook of her neck and closes his eyes, reveling in her comfort. She pats his back and pulls away. Sniffling, she bumps his forehead with her fist and stands up. “You ready?” 

He nods and takes the hand she offers, squeezing it tightly as they walk out of Hero’s base and to the car. The ride is silent, Hero steals quick looks at him, making sure he wasn’t just doing this for her. He had to want to do this, not just feel obligated. God, she hopes this is the right choice. 

The car stops in front of Supervillain’s lair. Hero glances at Villain, and smiles when he looks at her. “We can go back,” she offers. “Right now. We could leave and go back. But as soon as we get out of the car, there’s no turning around.” 

She’s begging him, begging him to let her save him. To let them turn away and for her to take care of him until she dies. But he won’t let her. Because he doesn’t know. 

He shakes his head and steps out of the car, “We can do this. Then, we can go back. It’ll be alright, we can watch cartoons all night and sleep in.” 

She clears her throat and ruffles his hair, “And we can make cookies for breakfast.” 

“Lunch,” he corrects. “I’m not waking up before noon.” 

She bites her cheek and takes a step forward, “Lunch it is.” 

They walk into the lair, Villain getting closer to her by the step until he’s all but clinging to her. She wraps an arm around his shoulder and presses a kiss to his temple, hoping to keep him calm. 

“Ah,” Supervillain says, descending the staircase. “You brought him.” 

Villain tenses under her, trying to hide under her arm. He whispers, “What’s he talking about?” 

Hero stares ahead and ignores him, “Where do we go?” 

Villain tries to pull away from her, “What are you doing? This was supposed-you promised! Hero, please.” he digs his heels into the ground. “Don’t do this. You promised me.” 

She wraps her other arm around him and hugs him tightly. With a breaking voice she says, “I’m so sorry, Villain. This is the only way to stop him.” 

Supervillain comes up behind him and takes him from her, a small smile on his face. “You did the right thing. He’s all I wanted.” He holds Villain close against him, a hand digging into his shoulder to keep him still. “You’ve saved your city, congratulations.” 

“Wait!” she says, running up to Villain. She cups his cheek and bites the inside of her lip, “I’m so sorry, Villain.” 

He stares at her, tears forming in his eyes. “You’re sorry?” he spits. “You fucking promised me. You promised I wouldn’t end up here again. You looked at me, in the fucking eyes and promised I’d be ok. You said-”

Supervillain cuts him off with a hand over his mouth. “That’s enough.” Villain struggles under his hand, still screaming at her. The tears fall down his cheeks and his face turns red. “You should go, Hero. It’s not going to get any better. You know how he is.” 

She glances at him again, heart aching at the sight of his small frame under Supervillain’s hand. She runs out of the lair, forcing herself to look ahead. It was the only way.

#whumptember #whumptember2023 #whumptember day 24 #you have to promise i'll come back #muffled screams #returning home #young whumpee #hero caretaker #hero whumper #villain whumpee #villain whump #supervillain whumper #recapture #whump #whump fic #whumpee #whumper #whump writing #my writing

[firapolemos05]

Deceitful

@whumpuary AO3

Prompt 1

Captivity | Snow

Prompt 8

Muffled screams

CW: captivity, slave whump, left out in the cold, nonhuman whumpee, lady whumper, restraints, muzzles, slapping

The Champion taglist: @emmettverse , @ostensiblyfunctional , @scoundrelwithboba

It wasn't usual for the Cerulean Crescent to receive snowfall, but on occasion there'd be a winter where the temperatures drop low enough.

When you're located higher up in altitude - like Master Scarlet's manor, rested on the mountainside overlooking the valley below - the likelihood increases.

The Champion assumed the view would be appealing to those with a taste for luxury. At least when it wasn't obstructed by the darkness of night and the drowning haze of a snowstorm. He guessed many would find a more clear daytime view a pleasing sight, like a painting in a museum.

He himself never saw the appeal.

He never did like the cold.

Snow was cruelly deceitful. From afar the crystalline flakes looked harmless, coating the outside world in what many compare to a pristine, white fluffy blanket.

Another gust of bitter wind rattled his bones, and the Champion tried and failed again to pull his trembling limbs against his core in effort to keep warm. The thin silks draped over his body provided little protection.

Snow crystals were more akin to tiny knives if you asked him. Their gelid touch searing his toes where he stood. He spent several minutes earlier trying to clear away all the snow beneath his feet, but the shackles at his ankles didn't grant him much room.

He had messed up again.

Master had a guest over, some rich businessman dressed with the money he'd leached from his workers and customers. His jewelry by itself would probably pay for several bets for the Champion’s ring matches. The fabrics had so many ostentatious colors the tiefling had a hard time telling which garment was which.

Master had ordered him to serve the two. So he relayed refreshments back and forth from the servant tending the bar and the servant arriving from the kitchen. Of course, he wasn't permitted to touch any of the food or drinks, not even with his stomach gnawing in protest. The Champion’s only purpose there was to obey, be silent, and look pretty.

It certainly wasn't pretty when he tripped over the edge of the rug and sent two full glasses of red wine spilling onto the man's expensive outfit.

A desperate apology was halfway past his lips when a backhand struck him across the face. Rings painted red onto his cheek. Pain rang in his ears, dulling the sound of the man's furious yelling.

Master said not a word, but closed the distance between them before the Champion could recover. One hand waved and a spell lifted the stains from her guest's clothes. After calling for a servant to come assist the man, her other hand snatched her pet by his horns and began dragging him towards the balcony.

He knew by now that resisting would make things worse.

It hadn't been his first time on the outdoor space. When it was warm out, and when he was being well behaved, Master would allow him to accompany her outside. But tonight the cold was wet and unforgiving and the Champion was to be punished.

Master must've planned for this at some point. There were already metal chains bolted to the brick exterior wall waiting for him.

Their frigid bite snapped right to the bone.

How long has it been since she left him there? Hours? It definitely felt like it. The lashing winds seemed endless and the Champion stood unable to shield himself. The chains forced his limbs apart and all he could do was press his fingers into his palms, press his raised arms against his ears, and curl his tail around his waist. Granting meager solace to vulnerable extremities from the icy curtains raining down.

It didn't help much.

He wished he could scream. He'd already tried. Tried to call to his master and plead to be spared further torment from the elements. But it was no use with the muzzle. Master had strapped it to his face right before heading back to the heated comfort of the indoors. All his cries were muffled before they ever had a chance to echo off the mountainside.

He kept his eyes squeezed shut, afraid that the stinging gales would freeze any tears to his face. That's likely why he didn’t notice Master approach until she was snapping her fingers to get the tiefling’s attention.

He didn't understand how the frozen night wasn't bothering her.

The shackles released him, letting him fall into the snow when his feet were too numb to support his body. The wet sapped at fleeting body heat but he was too cold and too tired to do anything but shiver where he laid.

“Well?” Master’s voice rang clear above him, unfazed and apathetic. “Do you wish to return inside or not?”

Oh. So she was expecting him to drag himself back this time.

At least forcing himself to crawl across the balcony brought some feeling back into his hands.

The blissful embrace of the fireplace's warmth was only slightly dampened by Master making him apologize to the man for the spilled wine.

It was dampened far more when, instead of allowing him to curl up on the hearth, to chase away the chills trapped against his skin, she ordered him to the couch to lie in her lap.

The Champion hated how easily he submitted to it. Even more than the snow.

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno1 #whumpuaryno8 #captivity #muffled screams #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #whump stuff #Narcos #Scarlet Matar #my ocs #my writing #my work #original #Xitanae tag

[whumpshots]

Whump ABC #13 - Muffled screams

Based on the results of this poll.

_

Caretaker hates being in their "work mode".

They don't speak much, but when they do, they bark orders to not lose time to the severity of the situation. Tonight, caretaker has to get back into their "work mode".

The situation is urgent, whumpee got injured badly during the fight, only a sheer amount of luck helped both whumpee and the team mate to get here without any incidents, but caretaker knows that their hiding place could be discovered any time.

"I need you to hold this over whumpee's mouth," they say and look at team mate who looks at the piece of cloth with widened eyes. Caretaker hates their next words, but they can't lose any more time. "I know this sucks. But we can't let them discover us. And I need to work quickly. Now do as I told you."

The other nods and moves quickly enough before caretaker starts working on resetting the broken bone.

Caretaker hates being in their "work mode".

Because no matter how much they try to ignore them, the muffled screams ring in their ears. Those screams will haunt them at night, in their dreams. The despair, the pain. Even the cloth, the hand can't stop both to hit caretaker with full force.

Whumpee's muffled screams and choked sobs ring in caretaker's ears as they try to remind themself that these sounds are proof that the other is still alive.

#whump #whump writing #whump drabble #whumpee #caretaker #field medicine #setting a broken bone #poll results #muffled screams #emotional whump #whump trope #whump prompt #whump abc #whumpshots #this poll was so close holy cow

[bumblingdragon]

Whumptober - day 27 - muffled screams

That one night the phantom limb pain got so bad that Ilmryn (on night watch) found Terin doubled over and delirious on the hall floor and had to practically carry him down to Shae's room

Healing potions don't do anything since the wound is all healed, all Shae can really do is make a sedative tea to force him to sleep...

#whumptober2022 #no.27 #muffled screams #OC #art #scars #and ilmryn hasn't heard him scream like that since the day the injury first happened :3c so it was jarring to say the least #digital art #my ocs #Terin #Ilmryn #my art

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Fuffy blanket for Jay, please? 🥺

Eden

Whumptember day 24. Muffled screams

TW: nightmares, trauma, mild self harm, biting, bruises, creepy/intimate whumper, carewhumper, pet whumpees, multiple whumpees

Note: This is set a while before Jay's death, obviously.

Christopher woke up to the sound of screaming. This wasn't unusual in the summer, when the woods were full of screech owls who loved to give him a show. But in the middle of winter, when all the birds had flown south, the sound filled him with dread.

He got out of bed, folding his blankets neatly out of habit, and walked to the bedroom where Ezra and Jay's slept. As he knocked lightly on the door, the sound of screaming quickly muffled itself.

The door creaked as it opened, and Christopher saw that Ezra was still fast asleep. And no wonder, with how exhausting of a day he had been through. Jay's sat up next to him, biting down on their own arm to keep from making noise.

Not wanting stress Ezra by waking him, Christopher gently helped Jay stand up from the bed. They followed him back to his own room, guided by his hand around their own. Their trembling nearly caused them to fall at multiple points, so Christopher was careful to walk slowly.

Jay sat down on Christopher's bed, trying to act submissive even as they stifled their sobs by biting down on their arm as hard as they possibly could.

"That's enough of that," Christopher scolded. "You're hurting yourself."

Jay dropped both their hands to their lap, crying harder than ever. The nasty bruises on their arm were dark red, struck through with deep lines of purple.

"I- I'm s- I'm sorry," they wailed. "I'm s- so sorry."

Christopher squeezed Jay in a tight hug. "Breathe. Take deep breaths. You're going to be fine. I am not mad at you."

"I had a stupid nightmare and- and... I don't know." Jay shivered, and rubbed their arms. "I'm sorry I woke you up, sir. I'm so so sorry."

Christopher wrapped his blanket around Jay's shoulders. They clung to it, as though the fluffy material might offer them protection from more than just the cold.

"You have nothing to apologize for," Christopher said. "I only wanted to make sure you were alright."

"Yes sir."

"I love you. I hope you know that."

"I-" Jay choked back their tears. "I love you. I really really do.

"Why don't you sleep in here tonight? I'm a light sleeper, so I'll wake you up if you have another nightmare. And I'll be right here if anything happens."

"Thank you, sir." Jay wiped the tears from their eyes. "Thank you. I'll try to be better."

Christopher knew he had to talk Jay out of their need to be "good", considering that Colt's standards of morality and reasonable conduct had been... questionable, to say the least.

But for the time being, getting them cozy in bed to ward off sleep deprivation was very important. He knew full well that emotional conditioning took a very long time to do or undo.

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#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Eden #Whump #Pet whump #Jay #Trauma whump #Whumptember2023 #Whumptember day 24 #Muffled screams

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Whumptober Day 27 (Derek Morgan x GN!Reader)

No. 27 PUSHED TO THE LIMIT

Muffled Screams | Stumbling | Magical Exhaustion

Warnings: kidnapping, abduction, wounds, knife to throat, guns (BAU)

Word count: 270 (sorry)

”(Y/N)?” You hear Derek call your name and you whimper. The unsub was pinning you against his chest, with a knife over your throat and a hand clamped over your mouth. Your best chance would be to wait until he got closer to the built in closet you were dragged into before you say anything. 

“Don’t make a sound,” The unsub whispers, you force a nod. Despite the situation, you still felt the struggle of staying awake. You were injured, had lost a lot of blood. You had only been missing three days, but three days passed agonisingly slowly with a serial killer. 

When you both hear Derek walk away, footsteps getting further and further away, he relaxes ever so slightly, removing the knife from your throat, his hand instead settling on your shoulder. His grip on your mouth is still tight. You gulp, shoulder throbbing beneath his hand. You force a deep breath and his finger slips into a wound on your shoulder and you scream, loudly. Despite being muffled with his hand, the team still heard it, surely. You pray they did. The grip on your mouth gets tighter and the knife on your throat is back. Thick tears drip down your face from pain.

It’s been maybe thirty seconds when the door’s being thrown open and Derek’s pointing a gun at the unsub. The unsub reluctantly put the knife down, kicking it towards Derek. JJ, who had now joined, slipped behind the unsub, quickly handcuffing him and dragging him off. With the unsub no longer a threat, you stumble towards Morgan, falling into his arms. 

Safe.

#whumptober 2022 #no. 27 #muffled screams #stumbling #criminal minds #kidnapping #abduction #knife #wounds #knife to throat #guns #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #david rossi #emily prentiss #derek morgan x reader

[bullet-prooflove]

Muffled Screams Part 5: Blame Game - Will Halstead x Reader

Tagging: @daniacat​   @misscharlielulu​   @cosmic-psychickitty​   @tonio-dawson​   @brianbabygirlzvonecek​   @afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff​  @ikbenplant​     @gummybabey​    @rosaliedepp​    @annieradcliff​   @mrspeacem1nusone​   @sowrongitslottie​   @readingbookelf​    @earthtolottie​   @crazy4chickennuggets​   @cixrosie​     @halsteadloversworld​   @zaidatorcuatomorgado​   @horny-and-sad27​    @oneandonlychicago​     @lxna-mikaelsxn​   @1234-angelika​   @wolfers-stuff​      @bradshawsdarlin​ 

Part One: Muffled Screams

Part Two: Wonderland

Part Three: The Man In The Corner

Part Four: Red Door

Will’s hands were shaking, the tremble seemed to vibrate up arms and throughout his body as he sat in the doctor’s lounge. He placed his hands on his knees, his fingertips scrapping across the harsh fabric of his jeans. He did it again, and then again, and then again, listening to the noise it made. There was something soothing about the sound, it drew his attention focusing it there, so he didn’t have to think about the blood that was ingrained within his swirls of his fingertips.

His head snapped up as the door swung open as Jay came hurtling through, his blue eyes wide as they fixated on his brother.

“Did she try to kill herself?” he asked, his tone rushed as he collapsed onto the couch along side of Will.

“I…” Will paused, pursing his lips together as he shook his head. “I’m not sure what she was trying to do.” His nails scratched across the denim as he remembered the smears of blood on the wall, the way it seemed to run in copper rivets. “I think something triggered her.” He said pointing to his head. “There’s this song that was playing…”

“What do you mean triggered her? I had coffee with her a few days ago. I thought she was getting better.”

“Is that what she told you?”

Will twisted his head towards his brother, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown. He knew from the look on the other man’s face that you hadn’t been honest with him. You hadn’t told him that you were up all hours of the night pacing, banging things about, restlessly exercising in the living room trying to wear yourself out. Or the fact you’d jump out of your skin because that hallucination, that vision that he couldn’t see would appear like a ghost. Sometimes you’d fall sleep in the middle of a conversation and it would be as if the two of you hadn’t even been talking at all.

“She said she was doing good.”

Jay searched his eyes and Will knew it was time to burst that bubble because the truth was, he couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t tackle this problem alone. There was a bitterness on his tongue, you were always trying to shield Jay away from the worst of things and rankled Will right now. It pissed him off that his brother got to be so naïve, so fucking innocent when he was the perpetrator of this mess. It had been Jay who had talked you into undertaking this case, Jay who knew your history, insisted it could be of use, that you were the only person who could walk in there and make them believe you were one of them. He hated his brother in that moment, hated that he had disrupted your lives, stripped away your future, his future too.

“She isn’t doing good Jay, all you had to do was look at her to see that.” He snapped, the surge of rage sending him to his feet. “You didn’t notice the amount of weight she’s lost or the fact she struggles to focus on a conversation. How about the dark circles under her eyes? Or how fucking erratic and manic she can be? I don’t know what fucking planet you are on, but anyone can see that she is not alright.”

“Will…”

Will held out a hand to stop him.

“Don’t…” he uttered, swallowing hard against the well of emotion in his chest. “Just don’t alright? I can’t do this with you at the moment.”

“Do what?” Jay questioned, raising to his feet. “Tell me how this is all my fault, that I let her down, because I know that Will, I know that’s what I did.”

Something snapped inside of Will, he could feel it like a coil tensing before it finally broke under the tension, under the pressure, under the knowledge that all of this could have been avoided if they all stopped keeping fucking secrets.

“You have no fucking idea what you did.” Will snarled, the anguish pouring out of him. “She was getting out Jay, she was resigning. The day you persuaded her to go undercover was the day she was supposed to be handing in her papers. She was meant to be free of all this shit with Intelligence, all the nightmares, all the fucking trauma she’d endured, and you just drew her back in, played on her fucking empathy for those girls.”

The colour drained from Jay’s face, Will watched it ebb away as his knees seemed to buckle from underneath him. He pressed his hands together in front of him as if in prayer.

“She was getting out…” he repeated, closing his eyes for a brief minute.

“Yeah.” Will crossed his arms over his chest. “She was leaving.”

He heard the choke in Jay’s chest, the way his breath caught. He blinked rapidly as he rubbed his hands over his face.

“I did this.” He said looking up at Will.

“Yea.” Will told him. “You did.”

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#will halstead x you #will halstead imagine #will halstead x reader #will halstead #muffled screams

[blaiddraws]

Whumptober day 27: Muffled Screams, Magical Exhaustion

Undyne threw everything she had at her opponent, until she had completely drained every last drop of her magic reserves, and then some. Magical spears long since been abandoned, resorting to simple pellets, until even those pellets fizzled out before they could even reach Asgore. Asgore, who only smiled at her. He wasn't even breathing heavily, and he'd managed to dodge everything she threw at him. Her legs were shaking, barely able to support her weight. She screamed into her palms, frustration and anger curling up into a terrible knot around her soul. Why! Why wasn't she strong enough?

i think, that, undyne's backstory should be explored more

#whumptober2022 #no.27 #muffled screams #magical exhaustion #undyne #undertale #writing #babye undyne......

[tabbytabbytabby]

There's still hope in the darkest hour

Word Count: 1,024 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Relationship: Isaac Lahey/Theo Raeken

Tags: Future Fic, Post-Canon, Roommates, Nightmares, Good Theo Raeken, Theo Raeken Needs a Hug, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Guilt, First Kiss, Developing Relationship, Hopeful Ending

Summary: Theo's been plagued with guilt and nightmares for years. He thought he did a good job of hiding it. Until one night he wakes from a nightmare and Isaac is there.

Read on AO3

For @whumpuary No. 8: Muffled screams / “You look awful”

#thisaac #theo x isaac #isaac x theo #teen wolf #whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno8 #muffled screams #you look awful #teen wolf fanfiction #thisaac fanfiction #my fanfiction #whumpuary

[ladtheove]

ABO, Jason and Damian grow in the league and end up mating for love. This is not something Ra's approves of. They try to separate them.

Sorry, not enough time to paint as of now, but will when I can, because I love these sketches.

#whumptober2022 #no.26 #no.27 #separated #muffled screams #batman #digital sketch #jason todd #damian al ghul #damian wayne #alpha damian wayne #omega jason todd #omegaverse

[gggcherry]

5th chapter of BOYS! Out 🧚‍♀️

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She started to write down things in her notebook, she hear ruffle behind her before she saw Helena's bear legs near hers, as she sat down close to her, knees almost brushing. She couldn't help to notice some deep purple bruises on both of her knees, alarmed instantly she brought her hand to brush her knees, "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly, Helena hissed, "Yeah, cheerleading practice was tough today." She said dryly. Hazel stood up moving to her bathroom and coming back with an ointment, she showed it, "I have this... may I?" She asked shyly moving close to Helena, who nodded slowly looking away, Hazel proceeded to kneel in front of her, and Helena extended her legs.

Hazel swallowed hard, she opened the ointment grabbed a little between her fingers, and brushed lightly over Helena's knees, Helena hissed staring at her. Trying to avoid eye contact she moved her eyes around, noticing from this position she could see a glimpse of her pink lacy panties, her mouth opened slowly, Helena grabbed her hand and looked up, she was looking at her with those hazel eyes, this close she can almost see little stars shining on them. She doesn't know who leaned first but she knows she took the chance, planting her lips softly on her glossy ones.

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Whumptober #27

Trope of the day: muffled screams

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“I know it hurts, I’m so so sorry,” caretaker mutters under her breath as she moves whumpee into a better position, who is bleeding from several wounds. “Okay, I’ll just take a quick look and then I need to work on the worst before we can move you,” she continues and looks him up and down. The problem is … everything looks like the worst.

When another team member finally arrives she nods at them. “I need your help here. Sit down next to him and keep his arms still,” she insists, and team member helps holding down whumpee while she works on him. It’s a gruesome sight, really, but she has to work quickly to not have him bleed out on the field tonight.

“They will hear us,” team member says as whumpee tries himself to keep his sounds at bay, but a scream escaped his lips as caretaker moves his broken leg. They share a look and then both look at whumpee, who is shaking and sweaty, almost too out of it to realise what’s happening around him. Caretaker grits her teeth and breathes out shakily.

“Okay … just … cover his mouth. Not his nose, just his mouth, so his screams won’t be too loud,” she tells team member and then looks at whumpee. “I’m sorry, kid. This will hurt like hell.” The two nod at each other and team member covers whumpee’s mouth, muffling the screams caretaker causes by setting a nasty broken bone, while she apologises over and over again.

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