Tabea (she/they) / technically a writer, mostly reblogs these days / lover of whump and Angst / always happy to talk about my OCs / asks are always welcome!
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Inspired by @painsandconfusion 's request for whumpee-forced-to-dance-with-whumper scenes~ (not sure if this even counts as a ballroom scene but oh well)
CW: creepy/intimate whumper, noncon touching, implied fade-to-black noncon at the end (kinda? not sure but putting it just to be safe), noncon neck kissing, forced proximity , drugging, lady whump (female whumpee, male whumper), humiliation, degrading language (at the end, not sure if it counts but again, just to be safe), condescending/degrading nickname
“Are you alright princess? You seem rather…tense.” The question seemed almost genuine, as though Nathan was actually concerned about her well being. Someone overhearing that would have most likely missed the condescendingly mocking undertone in his voice, paired with the irony of their situation.
Of course she was tense with his body way too close to hers, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist and his hand gripping hers as if he was expecting her to run off at the first opportunity.
Not like she would get very far even if she tried…
They were surrounded by other people slowly swaying to the music, the same that caused Olivia to feel nauseous by now, and there were even more people standing on the side of the dance floor, watching and observing every minute of this ongoing humiliation.
She didn’t answer the question, giving only a faint shrug while continuing to fight off the urge to physically recoil from him. Even though her mind was screaming at her to do just that, to break free from the painfully intimate dance and run away, run until she couldn’t feel the stares anymore, run until she was surrounded by blissful silence again, run until she couldn’t feel Nathans intrusive touch, that made her want to crawl out of her own skin, anymore.
But unfortunately, that wasn’t an option. The sudden feeling of hot breath against her neck made that painfully obvious.
“Oh come on Princess, you can do better than that, hm?” She could basically hear the smug grin on his face, making it hard to suppress a disgusted shudder.
“I’m just fine, thanks…”, her voice was pressed, having to force the words out, just hoping it would be enough to satisfy him.
When he moved back again, enough so his breath wasn’t burning against her neck anymore, she almost allowed herself to have that hope.
But when he looked at her, when she saw that all too familiar darkly amused glint in his eyes, she knew that said hope was pointless. Just as it always was…
His lips curled into a small smirk, something almost alluring about it but in a way that made an icy shiver run down her spine.
“Are you now? Well you certainly don’t look like it Princess…And we don’t want that here, hm? Especially not on your birthday of all days.”
The words left a bitter taste in her mouth, a sudden dizziness taking over her for a brief moment. She knew it was her birthday, not like Nathan had let her forget it with all the extra ‘attention’ he’d been giving her, but still…everytime she was reminded of the fact it made her want to scream.
Not only did it remind her of just how long she had been forced into this…life but it also brought up memories of all the times she had lost. Happier times, when things like her own Birthday didn’t make her sick to her stomach.
As the dance went on, Nathan pulled her tighter, involuntarily pressing her body against his, causing her to reflexively hold onto his shoulder to keep her balance. His smirk only grew wider and at least in her eyes, more sadistic, as he watched her, brushing his thumb against her exposed back.
It took all of her strength to not flinch away.
After a moment she realized he wanted another answer from her.
Narrowing her eyes as she glared up at him, trying to ignore her quickened heartbeat and the tightness in her throat, she forced herself to speak again. “Well maybe I’m not feeling too fucking great about spending…this day with a creepy piece of-”, she was suddenly interrupted by him tightly grabbing her jaw, forcing her head up lightly. “I think that’s quite enough, hm? I’d really hate to have to hurt you on your special day Dear. Although…Well, that little tough act of yours should wear off soon enough anyways.”
His tone seemed casual but there was something about it that made her stomach drop. It didn’t sound like his usual threats before a punishment; it seemed more like a dark promise. An eerie certainty to it.
Suddenly, as if on command, she felt her legs weaken, not enough to cause her to fall but stumble, forcing her to move both of her hands to Nathan's shoulders to hold on in order to prevent an actual fall. Meanwhile he used the opportunity to move his hand from her chin down to her waist, lower than before it felt like, tightening his grip as if to steady her.
In reality it just felt like another sick excuse to keep his hands on her skin when she wanted nothing more than to rip them off of her.
She looked up at him again, the anger still clear in her eyes though it was getting more difficult to focus. All of a sudden, the music seemed far too loud, causing a ringing in her ears and the crowd of people around her seemed…suffocating.
It became awfully apparent that people were looking at her, she could practically feel their gazes burning into her as they were judging her. Seeing her as nothing more than just a piece of meat, something to be shown off at a party and handled in whichever way they pleased.
The humiliation felt like a hot burn throughout her entire body and the knot in her throat seemed to only get tighter.
As she somehow managed to focus on the man in front of her again, for just a brief moment she felt almost relieved to be able to focus on just one single thing, calming the racing of her mind.
But then she saw his sick amused expression. He was enjoying this, seeing the sudden panic and overwhelming humiliation clearly displayed on her face. Of course he was…he- he must have seen it coming but how-
When the realization hit her, Olivia was sure for a moment she was going to throw up. Her whole body went cold and another abrupt wave of dizziness washed over her.
Earlier, maybe half an hour ago? Maybe even less, she had stupidly accepted a glass he had handed her, she couldn’t even remember what was in it. But she did remember drinking it, not thinking for just one careless moment, too wrapped up in her own misery and paranoia of even being there at all. Only now she realised how stupid she had truly been.
The feeling of the drug slowly but surely taking its effect wasn’t new to her, it wasn’t the first time something similar had been used on her but somehow it felt different this time.
While she felt faint and her thoughts slowly getting harder to hold onto, she was still…aware. Aware of her surroundings, the almost gentle but firm touch on her lower back as Nathan led her off the dance floor, the increasing nausea caused by both the feeling of his hand on her skin and the only increasing dizziness.
She felt the colour drain from her face as soon as yet another terrible realization came to her. Whatever Nathan had given her wasn’t to knock her out into unconsciousness…it was only to make her too weak to fight back anymore.
No…No,no, no! I- No, I can’t..God I’m so stupid!
The thoughts were racing through her mind, overtaking anything else besides the feeling of slowly but surely slipping away, feeling her muscles give in, forcing her to lean into the burning unwanted touch.
As they walked past the other people, Olivia could feel them staring at her weak and disoriented form, almost desperately grabbing and holding onto Nathan's arm. It was pathetic and they all knew it..visible in their expressions of amusement, some of it mocking some pitiful. She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and forget all about them, better yet, slip into the safety of unconsciousness. At least then she wouldn’t have to experience what was about to come…
The only thing worse than the looks of the people around her, was the way Nathan was watching her. Like a predator, watching his helpless prey, just waiting for the right time to strike and tear it apart.
A sadistically amused hunger in his eyes, making her want to desperately shield herself even though she knew it was pointless.
No matter what she did, how hard she tried to protect herself, to keep him away…he always got to her in the end.
The sudden feeling of her back being pressed against something cold and heart made her gasp, her eyes widening with a mix of panic and surprise. As she looked up, she saw Nathan towering over her, his hand placed on the wall right next to her head, trapping her between him and the unmoving surface behind her.
Making it utterly clear how exposed and completely at his mercy she truly was.
Hot tears appeared in the corners of her eyes but she barely even registered them as she stared at the man in front of her, unable to move or even get out a single word.
“Mhm…You know I really love it when you’re like this. So helpless and vulnerable..nothing left of your usual ‘defiance’. Finally showing your true form.” His voice had a lower, almost alluring tone now and she quickly turned her head to the side, not wanting to look at him as she was forced to listen to his demeaning words.
From the corner of her eye she saw him lean closer to her, whispering in her ear as his hand found its way to her waist again, easily slipping under the open fabric at the back of the uncomfortably revealing dress he had chosen for her. “Almost makes me want to keep you like this all the time Princess…nothing but a sweet, compliant little pet. My own obedient little bitch, free for me to use whenever and however I want.”
At his words she could feel the hairs on her neck stand up, a few tears escaping and falling down her cheeks as a soft broken whimper escaped her throat.
He only chuckled in response, kissing her neck in an almost gentle way. It made her want to scream and push him away but instead she was just forced to stand there and let it happen.
Maybe he wasn’t wrong after all…maybe she was just a helpless, worthless mutt.
No…no, she knew that wasn’t true! At the back of her mind there was a voice telling her not to listen, to keep fighting! But…it was fading, getting weaker every second until there was merely an echo of it left.
As she felt Nathans hand on her thigh, slowly creeping upwards, drawing out the torturous act as long as possible, she could only hope that it was still there. Something to keep her from giving up, despite the deep hopelessness that seemed to overtake every one of her senses right now.
But if she was completely honest with herself, she had to realize that the voice had been nothing more than an echo to begin with.
Taglist: @whumpkinpie, @whumpasaurus101, @mudpuddlenl (since this is a new blog and I haven't posted in a bit, i'm making a new taglist so if you'd like to be added or removed just lmk!)
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So I am going to be making a blog (It's made just nothing is on it, had to secure the Url. You know how it be.)
Anyways, this blog will be solely for my Oc and their stories, picrews, ect.
Just to sort of make it easier for me and my followers who are interested to keep track of everything better, I'll still be active here and be continuing with my Whump Drabbles/Writings, there just may be some changes to the layout and a update to the masterlist 🌹
Once My new blog is more ✨P o l i s h e d✨ meaning I have a aesthetic/layout I will post the link here if anyone is interested.
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pretty boy isn’t an insult. even if you sneer it at someone while pointing a gun at them and demanding their wallet, you’re still complimenting them. you’re just doing it with homoerotic hostility. fruit on fruit violence. why don’t you buy them flowers with their money that you just stole.
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