elf zionist whump

Surprise, another Jaime-in-training drabble for the masses.

Warnings: Handler Smith, BBU/BBU-adjacent, stress positions, restraints, creepy/intimate whumper, (accidental) hanging reference, choking

A hook has been attached to the back of his collar, a chain pulled taut between the anchor point on the ceiling and where Jaime kneels in the center of his cell.

Well, not quite kneeling.

While the hook forces him upright with the constant threat of strangulation, another restraint keeps him from standing. Or, for that matter, even stretching up into a ninety-degree angle on his knees to alleviate the strain in his thighs, which hold his body weight in the half-elevated stance. His hands are cuffed behind his back with the same unbreakable metal that he wears permanently around his neck, and there’s another chain securing them to a bolt in the floor between his ankles.

No way to settle into the kneel. No way to rise out of it.

For hours—god, it had to have been hours by now—Jaime has been forced to maintain his position. His quads scream out from the exertion of balancing his weight in the awkward angle. Sweat runs in thick rivulets down his back, his face, his arms. The slow trickle is its own torture; a faint buzz of sensation that only grows more unbearable because he can do nothing to wipe it away.

All because of a single mistake. An isolated moment of defiance bred from days of complete and utter soul-destroying obedience. He had been doing so well. Handler Smith had even given him small bites of his lunch nearly every day this week for his compliance.

And now, because Jaime couldn’t resist a knee-jerk reaction of fear last night when Handler Smith had backed him into a corner and told him to get on his knees, all his progress—or what passes for it in this place—is lost. He had refused to kneel, just once, and now he isn’t given a choice.

You’ll learn not to make that mistake again, he promised Jaime before leaving him like this.

Several times over the course of the punishment, Jaime’s legs have given out from under him, muscles collapsing in momentary defeat, and he has tried to endure the subsequent constriction around his neck, the loss of air, as best he can. But it hurts, and the metal of his collar is unforgiving against the tender skin of his throat, and he always finds himself forcing himself back up after only a few seconds. There’s not really a choice. There is no relief in this game. Not until he is released.

When a faint beep outside his door signals an impending entry, Jaime’s head snaps up, ready to beg, to barter, to apologize and grovel for forgiveness. And it’s… god, for once it’s a fucking relief to see Handler Smith walk through the door.

“Don’t speak,” he says before Jaime can get any words out. He snaps his mouth shut, the words dying in his throat. “I’m not ready to hear your apology yet. Not until I know you mean it.”

I do mean it, Jaime’s head screams back at him, and he’s distantly horrified to realize it’s almost true. The sound leaves his body as an involuntary whimper.

His breathing is a mess of hitching gasps and hisses between clenched teeth as Handler Smith circles him like a shark in water. Every time he rounds behind him, out of Jaime’s line of sight, the already-trembling muscles in his back knot up in awful anticipation.

Minutes pass. It’s an eternity. Smith settles back against the wall directly in front of him, legs crossed at the ankle and arms folded over his chest. And for a long time, he is content to stand there and watch Jaime suffer. His eyes are wide and pleading from his personal hell in the center of the floor, and they’re met with an amused indifference.

At one point, his hand slips down to the pocket where Jaime knows he keeps the remote to his shock clip, and it takes everything in him to bite down on the urgent please that lodges in his throat.

In the end, he doesn’t activate the shock collar on him. Instead, after entire lifetimes seem to have stretched out between them, Smith pushes off the wall and ambles toward him. Jaime is shaking so hard, his mind half-gone from the pain and the exertion and the constant, constant misery, but he still finds it in him to be terrified of whatever comes next.

Tears are making their way down his cheeks, mingling with the sheen of sweat, but he doesn’t realize until the pad of Handler Smith’s thumb swipes across their path. “Are you sorry for earlier?” he asks.

Is this another trap? He doesn’t know if he is allowed to answer. He was told not to speak, but he knows it’s against the rules here to ignore a direct question. Jaime nods, a bit more frantically than he intends to.

Handler Smith smiles. The thumb on his cheek drags slowly downward until it presses down on his lower lip. Jaime doesn’t have it in him to so much as hesitate at the silent command. He relents instantly, mouth falling open to allow his thumb entrance. He doesn’t dare pull his eyes away.

“Tell me,” he says, applying light pressure to the flat of his tongue. “I want to hear you.”

“Please. Please, I’m sorry, sir.” The words come rushing out of him like a dam has broken, garbled and misshapen around the intrusion in his mouth. Jaime doesn’t have the bandwidth to feel the intended humiliation. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hmm.” A thoughtful glimmer lights up in his handler’s eyes before he pushes his thumb further, triggering Jaime’s gag reflex. “Next time I tell you to kneel for me, I suspect there won’t be any hesitation.”

His reply comes out as a choked whine around his thumb, but he nods as much as he can manage, and finally Smith retracts his hand.

“I told you when you got here that I would make sure you learned your fucking place. Can you tell me where that is?”

Jaime doesn’t care. He doesn’t fucking care about the loss of dignity, the humiliation, the exchange of power he’s offering up in his words. He just needs out of this. He won’t last another minute. His legs will give out for good and he’ll end up hanging himself from the ceiling. “On my knees,” he whispers. A few more tears slide down his cheeks as he closes his eyes. “Sir.”

“Don’t fucking forget it.”

A wave of panic takes hold as the collar suddenly yanks tight against his throat, cutting off his air. His wrists burn and chafe against the cuffs as he tries to rise with the sudden upward pull of the chain. His eyes snap open, but he only has a second to process the sight of Handler Smith’s grasp on the hook before the tension releases and Jaime collapses down—fully, blessedly—onto his haunches. The clasp at his wrists is released a moment later, and he sprawls helplessly to the floor.

***

“But how far do we go? What if we go too far and he won’t tell us that there’s something wrong? We could hurt him worse by trying to help…”

“Right now he’s terrified to move, he won’t get out of bed or drink water or speak without permission, we’re more likely to miss something without rules. And he deserves to feel like he’s not just flying blind, waiting for one of us to beat the shit out of him. He’s already aware that there are rules to the world, he just doesn’t know what they are and which ones are going to hurt.”

“So where do we start?”

“We start with what he needs to be doing. Bedtimes and what time to wake up in the morning, when to eat, what to eat, meds to take and when-“

“It’s not like he’s a child, and god if he wants to sleep in, shouldn’t we let him? If he wants to eat a midnight snack, doesn’t he deserve to decide that?”

“Yes. But right now he’s not sleeping in, he’s hiding in bed because he doesn’t know if it’s safe to get up. He’s not eating because he doesn’t know if he’s allowed, he’s not making any of those decisions because he can’t even exist yet without being fucking terrified. If we can get him on a routine, he can relax enough to hopefully start to trust us.”

“I know that, I know he needs some framework, but what if he takes these rules too deeply? What if they get too deep? Then we’ve just upgraded his prison instead of actually getting him out and safe.”

Whumper had a favorite song they'd play whenever they'd torture whumpee. It's not super popular, but it's popular enough that it plays occasionally on the radio or in stores. The first time whumpee hears the song after being saved they freeze up and start screaming.

Whumper always wore this one specific perfume, when whumpee smells it randomly at the mall once, they nearly colapse and start hyperventalating.

Whumper would cook for whumpee, they'd always make whumpee a specific meal right before torturing them, it was their way of getting into whumpee's head, psyching them out before the physical torture.

Whumper would release whumpee into an enclosed space of a few acres, and then release dogs trained to sniff whumpee down and attack them. So now whumpee is TERRIFIED of a few specific dog breeds, to the point where seeing them immediately makes them panic and run out of pure instinct.

Whumper smoked like a chimney, so whumpee gets SUPER on edge and jumpy whenever they smell cigarettes or cigars.

Idk I just love the idea of whumpee having triggers that to outsiders seem completely random and/or almost illogical, but make perfect sense to caretaker since they know the context.

Thanks to @lilostrike for the tag!

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

Ahhhhh *covers hands over eyes*

The Magician’s Trap Ice Ideas Invisible Invisible 2 Royal Ideas Royal Royal 2 Statue EC part 8 Idea Protect Wish Epilogue Cursed Part 15 Cursed Part 16 Guardian Girl Things that help me write

*winces knowingly before adding my WIPS list here for everyone to see*:

Broken Hero vs Mind-reading Villain

Special lengthy series specifically for 🎀 anon (a secret project for now)

The Siren and the Little Girl

Emaciated Villain Used as Entertainment at a Hero's Party

Run, Human, RUN

Hero Kidnaps Villain

Beauty and The Freak

The Monster in the Black Room

Whumpee (Nico) Drugged for His Own Good

Immortal Deity Fights Mortal Human

Mysterious Villain spares Hero

Injured Sidekick -- Hero's apprenticeship with Other Supervillain backstory -- separate series

Injured Sidekick bonus scene (Medic)

Injured Sidekick bonus scene (Henchman)

Superhero x Rogue series (using characters from Injured Sidekick universe)

Villain's coffee shop bonus scene: how Villain discovered Mocha's superpower

Villain's coffee shop bonus scene: how Villain got his burn scars saving a life

Two Living Weapons

Whumpee kills Whumper

"Don't attack someone without knowing who their friends are" -- "Whumpee's secret"

Bully Whumper (prompt from another writer who didn't want to write it)

Villain memory loss

Antagonist's false victory -- "plot twist"

"Slave whumpee gifted to a royal" series

Villain experiences street justice

Whumper secretly scared of Whumpee

Hero's child with death-touch superpower

Rescued by a monster after car crash in the wilderness

Guard & captive Supervillain who breaks free

Quadriplegic hero

Misc Shadow scenes

Werewolf Hero

The Vampire King

Hero's evil twin, Villain

Villain pushes hero too far

Vampire hypnosis story continuation (anon request)

Overprotective villain x younger siblings who IS a hero and they sedate them and have to watch their sibling take over the world? LOVE UR WORK. BONUS POINTS IF THIS IS A VILLAIN FAMILY. (Anon request)

Terrifying Villain with addictive mind powers (requested by @doctorsawyer)

Rooftop hero x villain prompts list (anon request)

🐉 anon story requests (several of them are lurking in my inbox right now; I'll get around to writing them eventually)

Injured villain goes to the hero asking for their help (they've been getting closer together) but hero actually betrays them (anon request)

hero fights villain, but the first is already hurt from a previous battle, so they almost doesn't make it BUT a rival saves them and eventually ends up being their caretaker (anon request once more)

Blind whumpee comfort (anon request)

City Dragon

Purring vampire

Mercy killing

Mute, silent sidekick with slashed vocal cords

Sidekick's powers self-destruct

Child assassin with death touch powers

“You're not supposed to be able to see me”

Vampires & their reflections

Supervillain's daughter & hero

Poem fragments

Literally I am so swamped 😭 53 WIPS in total on this list, and that's just what I could easily find. There's definitely more hidden in my notes and documents that I didn't search for.

I have SOOOOOO much already written for all these WIPS, but none of those writing pieces are complete enough to post yet (or are just written completely out of order. I can't post chapter 5 without writing and posting chapter 4 first, you know? XD)

Here's tags for who I'm curious to see the insane amount of WIPS they have (@chaotic-orphan, I might have outdone you with how many WIPS I have XD)

However, seeing how many of these are halfway finished, or almost complete does make me feel better ahahahaha, a lot of them are just sitting there waiting to be edited with cobwebs on them, lots of notes at the end of how to finish a particular scene/drabble/piece so, yes... ahem... lots of work to do I guess... better get on it... sorry, Jumpy, you got to be less organised and less regularly posting if you want to catch up to my level of WIP hell and chaos

Intoxicating fear

Remnants

Delirious villain x hero caretaker

Vendetta

Defiant Leader x confident villain

Golden Boy

Heroic betrayal

The stranger

The immortal Hunter

Semantics

Brook No Quarter [formerly Mulan Pirate Whump]

Villain’s gift

The hero and the infant

Partners in Crime

A Benignant Mischief

The heretic

Supervillain's brand

Fae whumper x human whumpee

Pathetic and Defeated

Civilian x Crush kidnapped

Work for me (from drafts, "FD")

You just can't (FD)

Hypnosis Villain ask (FD)

Steel Mill Blues (FD)

Vendetta random drabbles (FD)

Beg, part two (FD)

Concerned Villain (FD)

Whumper interrogation, mocks Whumpee during questioning, Angry Caretaker (Request from messages)

Beyond Death is Loyalty (FD)

Mortal x Vampire, wlw (FD)

SH Hero, shows up at Villain's door in the middle of the night seeking help because life is too hard and they're struggling (FD/request)

Angry, sui Whumpee rescued, and Caretaker who gets the brunt of their anger (FD)

Messed up Hero lets drink be spiked in bar, Villain realises and intervenes (FD/request)

Dying in Friend's arms (FD)

Civilian Healer trying to live normal life, Villain discovers their secret (FD/request)

A Way Out (FD)

Little Scholar (FD)

Villain Family Whump (FD)

Master Thief (FD)

Whumper's favourite lab rat (FD)

Whumptober no.21 body horror (FD)

Twisted Love, part two (FD)

King's perspective of Cosimo at beginning of ABM (FD/request)

Work whump, part one and part two (FD)

Rope burns (FD)

Kindred, part 2 (FD) - from here Macknus drafts/requests

Hypothetically (FD)

Defiance Squashed (FD)

A Space between the sea and the sky (FD)

Please, just stay down (FD)

Help me, or else (FD)

Still too dumb (FD)

Gut wrenching memories (FD)

Other Ways (FD)

More trouble than you're worth (FD)

Monstrous Love (FD)

Bravery is a choice (FD)

Need a hand? (FD)

Please don't cry, lamb to slaughter, ceremony, beg for forgiveness (FD)

Royalties (FD)

Relentless (FD)

"I won't help you" (FD)

There will be peace (FD)

Defiant Whumpee (FD)

Betrayal (FD)

Magic school whump (FD) - ugh I love this one gotta get back on it

We all want to be saved (FD)

Obsessed Villain x Civilian (FD)

Dialogue Snippet (FD)

Villain x civilian (FD)

A thank you gift (FD)

Continuation of child x vampire (FD)

No pressure to those tagged <3 but I did suffer a lot so...

*scrolls through docs* Why have I named everything something so boring?!?!?!

Okay, I'm probably not doing this right but here's the at least somewhat interesting ones:

Plot Twist (Not as exciting as it sounds)

Portal Fantasy Idea (I'll get back to that at some point)

The Jorogumo (Spider woman but based on trapdoor spiders)

Snippets

(but also!) Snippets to work on later

(and!) 30 Day Writing Challenge 1 (containing yet more snippets)

A Game of Memory (actual attempt at book writing which I did for my course)

Tooth Worms (Teeth horror. Not to be confused with my completed tooth horror piece 'Marzipan Teeth')

While looking through these I also found a power point entitled 'ducks' which was the story idea about capitalist ducks that I presented to Falmouth University for their creative writing course. Not gonna brag, but those ducks got me an unconditional offer XD

And now it's my turn to pass on the curse! Mwahahahaha!

I call le general tagliste to ze stand (minus the ones already been tagged above): @doctorsawyer, @stupidlypurplemist, @elfwhump, @imgoingtobiteyounow, @hymnusadbacchum, @atomicduckthefirst, @whump-till-ya-jump, @lazytoshiko

Also! Not sure if I read the challenge right or not but:

'People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it!' ???

There’s a few things I might go back to, I guess. Not really names but.

Smugpill arranged marriage au chapter 2

VtM writing contest submission

Worm/Hazbin crossover

Diverse fantasy picrew

Once a king of queen of Narnia, always a king or queen of Narnia

Tagging!

@laffy-taffy-creations @surplus-of-sarcasm @theultimatespicysandwich @loreleiloon

Here's Lisl, my little fantasy whumpee from "Her Roots Run with Blood"

Eeeeeee Thank you my WhumpBestie!!!! @loreleiloon

This is Ferris, my beloved Vampire: The Masquerade player character with a sire from Hell, which is to say, an average VtM player character.