[endless-whump]

CW: s u p e r creepy and intimate whumper, detailed descriptions of blood loss, captivity, sadistic whumper, blood, conditioning, thoughts of death to escape torture, brief descriptions of knife wounds on wrists that might be triggering (not self inflicted), collar mention

Masterlist

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“You’re so good for me, you know that?”

Milo shuddered, terrified, every ounce of energy drained like someone had cut him open and drained him.  It was a close enough description to what Samuel did, blood running down his fingertips, dripping onto the floor steadily.  His eyes were unfocused, the dull colors of the room twisting sickeningly in his dizziness.

He was limp in the arms wrapped around him, collapsed against Samuels chest as he was held in a mockingly gentle deception of comfort, his head held against a shoulder, too weak to even twitch.  His chest ached with the need to breathe, shallow, rasping breaths never enough to fill his lungs.  Never enough to be comfortable.

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[defire]

Whumpee that flinches whenever someone walks behind them

[sunbleachedbitch]

And for the blonde man, perhaps some torture?

[hcnnibal]

[coyotehusk]

The Mutt

[coyotehusk]

playing doctor

[cor-ardens-archive]

“What distinguishes sadism from aggression is the sadist’s intense identification with his victim. Sadism is the form that aggression takes when it is fleeing its doom. […] Sadism is the joy of avoiding victimhood, though that puts it too passively. Sadism is the joy of having taken control of the experience of victimhood by inflicting it on another.”

— C. Fred Alford, What Evil Means to Us (via chthonic-cassandra)

[writing-challenges-and-prompts]

Writing Prompt: Dialogue

“What was that?”

“I don’t know what you mean,”

“You braced… like I was about to hit you.”

[heartlesslywhumping]

Whump Prompt #116

“You don’t get to surrender. You lose when I say you lose, you win when I say you win, you die when I say you die. I haven’t said you can die yet. Pick your weapon up”

[whumpster-dumpster]

When a half conscious or delirious whumpee just keeps apologizing for everything <3333

[howlonomy]

Umitober Day 13: Escape

“Someone help me, someone help me... I can't get out... I can't get out...”

[whumblr]

All good

“How are you, dear?”

“I’ll be fine,” Whumpee snarled in reply, trying to ignore the dull throbbing pain that still rocked their body. A snarl was pretty much all they had in defence by now. They could barely move, ribs bruised, arm broken, body battered.

And Whumper knew it.

“Will you, now?” He circled them, slowly, deliberately. The click of his shoes on the concrete echoed through the room and sonared right into Whumpee’s heart, amplifying their fear. Speeding up their breathing. Tensing their muscles.

The soft sounds of a predator.

Drawing out a now rather useless flight or fight response. Lovely.

He loved how the smallest things seemed to affect them. Sure, pain was a marvelous way to draw them out, but just little sounds like this? How they managed to widen eyes and speed up heart beats? Priceless.

“I actually meant to give you a bit of a reprieve.” He stopped behind them, smiled as he watched them resist the urge to look back. “Seeing as you’re so beat up.”

He nudged his shoe softly against their ribcage and Whumpee hissed.

“But if you say it’s fine… Well, who am I to say otherwise. You know your body best.”

If he meant his taunts for Whumpee to crumple at the loss of their reprieve, it didn’t work. They looked up and bit:

“Didn’t say I’m fine. You deaf or just plain stupid?”

“Oof,” Whumper winced dramatically. He unbuttoned his cuffs and started rolling up his sleeves.

“Maybe I am a little hard of hearing, who knows,” he conceded. “But there’s an easy solution to that.”

Before Whumpee could snarl another insult, pain shot through their body as it was pulled up by force and they were deposited onto their knees. One fist curled painfully tight in their hair, the other clamped around their throat, effectively stealing a rising cry of pain. He held them up, tilted their head back to make eye contact as he closed in on them and whispered:

“I’ll just have to make you scream louder.”

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[brilcrist]

*𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑬𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒔*

and Chris being a strong, reliable and worried husband just mend my soul🥹🫶🏻💕

[belovedwhump]

Beloved Whump Prompt #174

Whumper fakes Whumpee's death to get Caretaker to stop looking for them.

[survivesurvivingwhump]

Do you have any dialogue ideas for a whumpee who tells caretaker what happened to them? I'm writing something and I for the life of me can't get the dialogue to work. Or maybe even someone can point me in a direction to another post?

i'm so sorry this is so late, my friend, i'm sure you've already written the scene or moved on by now but i do LOVE this question so i'm going to give some options. given the subject of this blog i assume you mean a whumpee who was raped telling caretaker about it. if that's not what you meant, my bad. but, here we go!! enjoy.

"i- i can't- i need you to ask me. i can't say it, i need you to ask me questions, okay? please. you- i think you know. please just ask me."

"i was raped." [pause, trembling breath] "sorry. i didn't mean to just- to say it like that, i just- i had to get it out. i don't think i'd- i was raped."

"i think something happened to me. someone... i think someone did something to me."

"you want me to tell you what happened? fine. fine, i'll tell you what happened. whumper fucked me. they pinned me down and spread my legs and shoved inside me and fucked me until they came. i was a fucking toy for them, a toy that they fucked. is that what you wanted to hear? are you happy now?"

"they wouldn't stop. i said no, and they didn't listen."

"it... hurt. it hurt. they wouldn't stop, and it hurt. i- please don't make me say it."

"i don't want to make you deal with this, i really don't want to force you to- i just- i really need to talk about this, because someone did something to me, and i can't- i don't feel okay. i don't- i feel- can i tell you? is it okay if i tell you what... can i talk to you about it?"

"you know what they did. come on. you know."

"whumper... forced me."

"i tried to fight. i promise i did, i said no, i fought, i did. i tried to get away. i didn't just- i didn't just let them-"

"i didn't even fight. it's fucking shameful, it's embarrassing. i laid there and took it, i let them fuck me like some- like-"

[angst-master]

there is something wrong with them

whumpee knows it.

maybe a bone didn't heal right, or maybe the things they went through left them with some slow-progressing illness or other injury that is becoming increasingly harder to manage

they can feel themselves getting worse, and they know eventually they'll need to seek medical help if they don't want the damage to get worse

but they don't want to bring it up to anyone - how humiliating it'd be, after everything, to once again ask for more help, especially if they had to go into any detail

its been weeks since the whump happened, it all should be over now

maybe its for the best that no one has noticed yet

[defire]

Comfort lines

"It doesn't matter how old you are. Abuse is not your fault."

"It's over. It's not happening now."

"What are you feeling? Can you talk to me right now?"

"Whatever you're remembering, whatever you think I'm trying to do... Please, I'm not like them."

"You couldn't have stopped them."

"Sure. It was wrong. But that doesn't justify what they did to you!"

"Please! Talk to me! Don't just sit there staring at the wall like he's right there!"

"Of course you did as you were told. You're smart. You picked the way that wouldn't get you hurt. There's nothing shameful about that."

"Of course you lashed out at whumper! Anyone would've been furious in your situation! That doesn't make you to blame for what they did as a result."

"Where does it hurt?"

"Your blood is everywhere. No---don't apologize! I was about to say... the red really suits the sofa. No, I'm serious. Stop laughing!"

[grimark]

he likes having his autonomy violated and his boundaries overruled it's literally good for him. he likes being given a meaningful task within pre-defined constraints that he absolutely must do Or Else. and he likes being packed up and kept in a box. send post.