#intimate tales

[joncronshawauthor]

Welcome to the Ravenglass Universe Community - A World Beyond the Pages

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[spidersanonymous]

There was a soft knock at their door. Caretaker looked up from their mountains of paperwork, eyebrows furrowing as Whumpee fidgeted in the doorway.

“Hello, Whumpee,” they greeted smoothly, “is there something you needed?” Whumpee didn’t tend to stray from Whumper’s side, Caretaker could only imagine what they might need. With a glance at their emancipated figure, probably a hot meal and a bed.

“Caretaker, i-” Whumpee bit their lip, shakily stepping further into Caretakers office, “I need- help. Your help,” they finished lamely, shifting on their feet as they awaited Caretaker’s response.

Caretaker rose an eyebrow, a record amount of seven words in a span of all of twenty seconds, “Okay?” they set down their pen, giving Whumpee their full attention, “Here,” they stood up from their chair, the old metal shrieking, “i think you need a seat, yes?”

Whumpee’s lip curled down but they still crossed the room and sat down, the chair groaning quietly under their weight. They hugged their arms around themself, head bowed as they anxiously glanced at the door.

Caretaker hummed, eyes tracing over Whumpee before making a decision, “I could close the door if you’re that concerned about it,” they nodded towards the doorway.

“Don’t,” Whumpee rasped, eyes widening as their words registered; still, they continued, “it isn’t- it’s not- it’s… fine.” their frown deepened as they stammered through the words. Caretaker could sympathize.

“If you’re sure,” Caretaker shrugged, leaning against their table with as much casualty as they could manage, “so, you needed my help with what, exactly?” they asked, not unkindly.

“Um,” their arms tightened, “i need- you help victims um, escape from their abu-abusers, right?”

Caretaker leaned forward with rapt attention, eyes sharpening as they drank in Whumpee’s quivering lips, tight posture, the way their nails picked at the fabric of their shirt. Caretaker never saw Whumpee at lunch, nor did they ever come to the employee hang-outs on weekends. Something forced the ever elusive Whumpee to come out of hiding. “Right,” they nodded, “I do.”

“Okay,” they nodded once, twice, “Yes, there was a case- Jorgie May, and her sister,” they picked furiously at a view loose threads, avoiding Caretaker’s eyes as their gaze darted across the office space. There wasn’t much to see.

Caretaker hummed agreement.

“Their mother,” their voice strained, throat bobbing as they forced the words out, “she was- erm- abusive,” their eyes suddenly found Caretakers, “how did-” they licked their lips nervously, “how did they get help?” What did they say to make people believe them? Was left unsaid.

Whumpee’s words lingered in the air for a moment as Caretaker considered, leaning closer as they dropped their voice to a whisper, “They gathered evidence, took pictures of their injuries, recorded arguments they had with their mother, things of that nature. One night their mother was drunk, so she took all of the evidence -and her sister- and went to the police,” they leaned out of Whumpee’s space, “bit hard to claim two malnourished kids covered head to toe in bruises were liars.”

Whumpee shuddered, squeezing their eyes shut as they exhaled forcefully.

“The fact the neighborhood didn’t have the highest opinions of their mother probably helped, as well,” they mused to themself.

“Thank you,” they whispered, “that’s-”

“A lot?” Caretaker suggested, eyebrow raised.

“Sure,” they shrugged, glancing at the door, “i should probably get going-”

A quiet knock interrupted Whumpee’s words as Whumper slipped in from the ajar door, “Ah,” they hummed, eyes narrowing, “Whumpee and… Caretaker. How curious.”

Not even a hello, “Hello, Whumper,” they greeted as smoothly as they could manage, “was there something you needed?” even then, their words were curt.

“There’s no need to be hostile, Caretaker,” they chastised with a frown, stalking further into Caretaker’s office, “I’m just here to collect my charge, I am responsible for them, you know,” their lips curled up, as if letting Caretaker in on a joke. Caretaker hated the look on them.

“Of… course,” Caretaker agreed, words sour, “is there any chance we could take a minute and chat?” and maybe, possibly, knock you over the head with a baseball bat?

“No, unfortunately,” they crooned with false pity, smiling sickly-sweet, “Whumpee and I have a meeting to attend, and we simply don’t have the time for any further conversations,” they spat the words, expression darkening as they grabbed Whumpee’s wrist and harshly pulled them up.

Whumpee, for their credit, didn’t yelp at the pull, even though they looked like one strong wind took knock them over. They grit their teeth, allowing themself to be pulled to Whumper’s side. Whumper curled an arm around their shoulder, looking painfully smug.

Caretaker wanted to wipe that look off their face.

“If that’s all, Whumpee and I really do have to be going,” they dragged Whumpee out the door, “it was lovely speaking with you, Caretaker.”

Can’t say the same for you, “Likewise.” They managed to spit out.

With one last smug smirk, they both disappeared behind the door, finally shutting closed with a click.

Caretaker only wished they gave Whumpee their number.

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kind of insane about this idea tbh. not sure what about it is so good but… ohh boy. wrote this in a span of two days, lightly edited. also let me know if anyone wants to be added to a taglist lol

[deiaiko]

Wheee happy 5th anniversary @tower-tale-comic (damn its been so long already, keep it up)

[depressedromanticism]

a summer like call me by your name >>

[aethes-bookshelf]

just finished da2. I'm actually speechless. the ending hurt, it was heartbreaking in the best way (also bonus points for the dai tease). at the same time, it really felt like hawks' story isn't over. like there are still plenty of tales to tell about them. I genuinely want more of them and of their friends/lovers.

i adore this story. all the companions, the side characters... the game certainly has its flaws, many of which could be blamed on the extremely short time it spent in the oven, but MAN was it not one of the best written narrative games I got to play so far

[bilightningwhumper]

Mangst 2024- Day 10

<<Previous . Masterlist . Next>>

Forever Prey (Red Riding Hood) Masterlist

“I can do whatever I want to you, and no one can stop me.”

Summary:

Director Wolf isn't happy about when Sienna was in heat. Potential spoiler excerpt from "Forever Prey"

Notes:

Warnings for this one: male whumper + female whumpee torture (sexual in nature, but no rape, though it is mentioned), blood, bondage, nsfw, 18+, derogatory language, victim blaming Characters: Sienna- Red Riding Hood Director Wolf- Big Bad Wolf Robin (mentioned)- Robin Hood Sam (mentioned)- Little Mermaid

Sienna’s POV

The orderlies threw Sienna to the floor before slamming the door closed. She yelped in pain as one of her wrists cracked against the floor. Cradling it to her chest, she sat up, wincing. The last shreds of her heat still made her head foggy, vision hazy. Her surroundings were little. Had they put her in an isolation room?

She didn’t have to wait long to wonder why as Director Wolf stormed in, slamming the door behind him as well.

“You bitch,” he snarled, kicking her in the side.

Crying out in pain, she curled up in the fetal position, sobbing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she whimpered, not even sure what she was apologizing for.

Through her blurry vision, she watched as he loosened his tie, dropping it to the floor. Unbuckling his belt, he walked behind her. A strike from the belt on her back caused her to yelp again.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out, slut?” He whipped her again. “You go into heat and think you can take any partner you like?” Again. “Without my permission or consent?” And again.

Sienna whimpered, curling up tighter, trying to protect herself as she felt the force of the belt tearing at her clothing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

It hadn’t been her fault and she didn’t know why he was so mad. He’d been the one to put the breeding collar on her. She wasn’t allowed to lock her room because of it anymore. The alphas had just come in when they’d pleased and taken what they’d wanted from her. It wasn’t her fault. Right?

Taking a handful of her hair, he lifted her up before throwing her back down forcefully.

“Strip, bitch, before I do it for you.” he snarled before walking away.

She did as she was told as quickly as she could while her side and back screamed at her. Taking a hair-tie from her skirt’s pocket, she put up her hair too in a high ponytail, just like he liked. Then she bowed, hands by her head, chest to the floor, knees and legs tucked under her. Just be good and he might let her off easier.

Sienna heard him scoff, then his footsteps grew closer before his hand was in her hair again.

“Trying to be submissive won’t save you this time,” he growled in her ear. “I’m going to take my sweet time punishing you for this, omega.” His free hand closed around her throat, fingers digging into her scent glands. “You belong to me, only me. Understand?”

She nodded, biting back a whimper as she tried to take a breath.

“Good.” He threw her back to the ground again. “Stand in front of the mirror.”

Trembling, she did so. Red welts covered the left side of her body, a bruise beginning to form on her right side and throat. Already existing bruises from the unwilling mating she’d had to go through for the past week littered her hips and waist.

Wolf came over, putting her wrists in manacles, attaching them to chains she hadn’t noticed on the ceiling, keeping them apart into a Y-shape over her head. After he hit a button on a remote, she was raised to where her feet barely touched the floor. Then he took a spreader bar and attached her ankles to it, her body now shaped as an X in front of the mirror. Taking a step back to admire his work, he nodded before walking back to a table out of the mirror’s sight, coming back with a razor.

“I prefer my omegas to be hairless, if you don’t mind, darling.” he rumbled, coming over to undo her collar, dropping it to the floor as he kissed the side of her neck. “And you do want to be a good omega for me, don’t you, pet?”

“Yes, sir.”

That must have been the right answer because he roughly pulled her into a kiss, pulling out a moan from her as his fingers dug into her skull and waist. He left her panting, whining for more as he broke the kiss, rumbling into her ear again. “I’ll be gentle, pet. Unlike those brutes who you welcomed into your nest.”

The razor moved across Sienna’s skin. Even with his supposed gentleness, Wolf left nicks and cuts all over her arms and torso. Blood started pooling, rolling down her body. Chills ran down her spine as he paid special attention to her legs.

“You look very good in red, little omega.” he said, leaving a longer cut along her shin.

She whined as he licked along the cut, kissing up along her inner thigh.

He started shaving around her pelvis. When she tried to close her eyes, not wanting to watch this in the mirror, Wolf slapped her there. “Don’t try to get out of your punishment, slut. You wanted this attention, now you’re going to get it.”

Sienna could barely see past her tears, but she didn’t close her eyes again.

After he finished shaving all the hair, he put the razor down. Then he bit her, hard, on her inner thigh, right near her genitals.

She gasped and moaned, head leaning back as he did the same to her other leg. She felt so naked and vulnerable, even more so than before. The cold against her now very bare skin triggered some arousal, slick building up inside her, though not dripping yet.

Wolf noticed anyway, standing up to stalk behind her, breathing down her neck. “Do you like this, whore? Your cunt spread and open for whoever to come by and take you?” He reached around, running his fingers up and down her sides, onto her stomach, pressing his groin into her from behind. “I can do whatever I want to you, and no one can stop me.”

Shuddering, Sienna let out a small moan. She didn’t want this. She knew she didn’t. But her body was responding to him anyway. Robin and Sam kept telling her it was just a defense mechanism. Something meant to be natural, even during assault. How could it be though? Wolf was right. She was just a whore, a slut, a breeder, nothing more.

Wolf smirked at her in the mirror before pinching at her nipples. “Now to get to the real fun.”

Chains jingling, Sienna tried to move her head to watch Wolf as he left the mirror’s range. She lost sight of him anyway as he went behind her. But she didn’t have to wait long before something struck her back, not even giving her a chance to yelp, just gasp in pain before it happened again.

“I think thirty strikes will suffice, don’t you, pet?” he said, coming back with a flogger. But it was making a strange sound, tinkling, like metal.

Then he whipped her across the front and she gasped again as small gashes appeared on her ribs.

“Thirty,” he said again, dragging the strands across her body, over her breasts as she trembled under his touch. “for all the knots you took. For how many times they bred you and you didn’t do a thing to stop them.”

Swallowing hard, she choked out. “I accept whatever punishment my alpha wishes to give me for my disloyalty.”

He grinned, teeth sharp, still stained with her blood. “Good girl.”

And he began. Nothing was left untouched, except her face and neck. Red lines bloomed all over her body, blood flowing everywhere. Her freshly shaved pussy had also been spared from the whip, but not from his hand as he spanked her there multiple times. She’d lost count but was sure he hadn’t stopped at thirty.

Once he’d finished, he unchained first her legs, then her arms, so she crumpled to the floor, unable to stand from the aching sting that was her body. She barely heard it in warning before water was poured down on her that stung and smarted all the cuts on her body. It was probably mixed with some sort of antiseptic.. She had no more energy to scream or cry, so she just laid there, barely moving in a puddle of chemically clean water and her own blood.

Sienna barely registered as Wolf walked away, opening a door to let the orderlies in again.

“Take it back to my room. I will require cleaning and breeding supplies.” he demanded. Sneering down at Sienna, he said, “If the bitch wants to be bred so bad, I’ll happily oblige.”

The fight was already gone from Sienna’s body as they lifted her up and walked her out of the room to Director Wolf’s quarters.

Whatever Robin had in plan for an escape, she hoped they’d be able to do it soon. Because she didn’t know how much more of this she could take.

[britneyshakespeare]

I saw a local production of Twelfth Night tonight and I have a lot to say about it but perhaps most importantly. The only kiss we got in the blocking was the most important one: Orsino and Sebastian

[generic-whumperz]

Have you ever named a Whumper after a villain/antagonist character before?

Shall we start a thread? Open tag to anyone who wants to share a pic or gif of who their Whumper(s) is named after! (And feel free to tag others if you want!)

Just curious to see people’s name inspirations :)

I’ll start! I’ve only done this once so far- named him Frederik, Fred for short, after the despicable Commander Frederick R. Waterford from The Handmaid’s Tale. My blood boils seeing this man.

[siena-sevenwits]

:-)

[rosykims]

DAO FINISHED <3 ELSPETH COULSAND TAKEN OUT BACK AND SHOT </3

[formerprincewille]

News flash: queer stories are not just all cute moments and kissing scenes. To act like that’s how it should be otherwise you’re being cheated does a HUGE disservice to the complexity of these characters and their storylines.

[kashilascorner]

just watched notting hill which is supposed to be like an epitome of a good romcom and... Well. Let's just say i highly disagree

[trippygalaxy]

🥔))

Yess!!!!!! Yessss!!!!!!

Soulmates!!!!

Reader have to stop somewhere in the unknown territory of the dragons to catch their breaths from running away or from being forced to a arranged marriage that they hated and they hear some noise from behind them and out out instincts they turn around and give or try to punch whoever is behind them only for that dragon chain to grab their fist.

Dragon link: clam down-

Dragon link star at the face of the person they have been having dream/visions on and reader shiver to see the dragon hero of old legend til the rich guards show up.

Guard: there they are! Sir thank you for stopping them. Our lord bride/groom-

Dragon link: unfortunately their not returning so leave my territory and now.

Reader is either thankful as all hell or terrified cause, WTF?! WHY CAN'T I LEAVE?? AM I STUCK? While Link is just standing there like, Holy fuck what do I do? I mean they were running right? So they don't wanna go back...Why are they in my dreams, do I need to save them? ... They're even more stunning in person...Yep, staying with me for now

[lupismaris]

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[cannibalkisser]

I lovvvvve being a guinea pig for my friends and partners. I love when ppl try shit out on me. It’s gunna be a problem some day. New story idea, recipe, drink, drug, redacted , wtvr. Like yeah babe sure I don’t have work tmmrw I’ll be ur little test dummy

[deafeningwolfpost]

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