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[batfacedliar-yetagain]

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[whumpitisthen]

Whumpee asleep on whumper .....

[whumpitisthen]

Whumper is having a quiet conversation with someone and whumpee flinches awake, or whines at something scary whumper said, announcing that they have been awake for a while. Whumper scrapes along whumpee's head gently, crooning; — "I'm sorry, love, I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep."

It sounds kind but it lands as an order <3

[whumpitisthen]

Whumpee doesn't dare refuse. They give a quiet "okay" or maybe even a "sorry" for waking up sooner than whumper wanted, a promise that they'll go back to sleep

Maybe they say nothing, just nod into whumper's torso and hope if they remain still and quiet enough, whumper won't notice that they can't sleep anymore

[painsandconfusion]

“Do you want to be in a cage? Huh!? Tied up in the basement?”

“..no-“

“Are you sure? Because I can head to the hardware store right now and grab some chains and padlocks. I could have you shackled to the wall down there within the hour.”

“No, I d- I don’t want that-“

“Then why are you acting like it?”

[tender-traps]

the moment whumpee realizes they’re in deep shit

“you can scream if you want. no one will hear us out here.”

“don’t you dare touch me.” “oh, you’re going to wish all i did was touch you.”

whumpee notices a suspicious stain on the floor. “is that…?” “aww, did you think you were my first?”

“i feel kinda… dizzy.” “mm, it’s about time. that stuff is supposed to work faster than this.”

“you don’t have to do this. you can stop now, and i won’t tell anyone. we can pretend this never happened.” “you think that’s what i want? to let you walk away like nothing happened? no, sweetheart. i’m going to make sure you never forget this.”

“stop—stop! i don’t want this! i said i don’t—” “i know, whumpee. and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“whumper, please! i thought we were friends!” “oh, we’re about to be so much more than that.”

“please don’t do this. please.” and whumper’s only response is to lean in and kiss their tears away.

[spirit-whump]

Whumpee who gets assaulted while they're wearing their favourite outfit and afterwards they can never look at the clothes that they loved so much the same way.

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

Whumpee turned whumper wants to whump their former whumper to get revenge but unfortunately for them the whumper turned whumpee seems to be completely resilient to the torture that whumpee turned whumper puts them through. The whumper turned whumpee doesn’t comply, doesn’t break into tears or pleading like whumpee turned whumper did, even as they escalate the torture far past what whumper turned whumpee ever put them through.

Perfectly paired ofc with the day that the whumpee turned whumper finds the one thing that makes whumper turned whumpee freeze in fear, begging with a single quiet “please no.”

[cepheusgalaxy]

wanting to see more Black whumpees like me just absolutely getting it like really being shattered to the ground and kicked while they're down then crying their hollow eyes out for my sadistic pleasure vs not wanting to perpetuate the fetishizing glorification of violence towards Black bodies by colonialism&racism 😍

[cepheusgalaxy]

anyways it is very important to be aware of that kind of stuff bc we live in a racist society and its very easy to perpetuate systemic violence even in the little ways (im not perfect myself and like im somewhat more lighter-skinned than my peers even so i dont feel the hit of racism as roughly as some of them do) BUT for what its worth i think its a very worthwhile line to walk. whump is also about the validation of pain & exploring suffering while humanizing your unlucky main character and Black (+ other nonwhite) characters should get that too. make your nonwhite whumpees cry their eyeballs out and feel hollow in face of the world today #myagenda

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee's only semi-conscious when they're rescued. Caretaker tries desperately to hug them, but whumpee doesn't have energy to lift their arms; so caretaker half-drapes them across their chest in their lap to get to hold them.

[tenderwhumps]

whumpee is too weak to talk, but caretaker knows them well enough to interpret all their noises/gestures/expressions.

when whumpee twitches their fingers, caretaker knows that means they want their hand held.

when whumpee’s brow creases and they whimper, caretaker knows that means their head is hurting.

when whumpee soundlessly moves their lips, caretaker knows the’re saying i love you.

when whumpee gets restless and squirms a little, caretaker knows they want to adjust their position.

when whumpee curls towards caretaker, caretaker knows they want to be held.

when whumpee’s breathing gets thin and labored, caretaker knows to help them sit up so they can breathe easier.

when whumpee opens and closes their mouth, caretaker knows that means they’re thirsty.

and when whumpee squeezes caretaker’s hand, caretaker knows that means stay with me. please don’t go.

[tenderwhumps]

whumpee is too weak to talk, but caretaker knows them well enough to interpret all their noises/gestures/expressions.

when whumpee twitches their fingers, caretaker knows that means they want their hand held.

when whumpee’s brow creases and they whimper, caretaker knows that means their head is hurting.

when whumpee soundlessly moves their lips, caretaker knows the’re saying i love you.

when whumpee gets restless and squirms a little, caretaker knows they want to adjust their position.

when whumpee curls towards caretaker, caretaker knows they want to be held.

when whumpee’s breathing gets thin and labored, caretaker knows to help them sit up so they can breathe easier.

when whumpee opens and closes their mouth, caretaker knows that means they’re thirsty.

and when whumpee squeezes caretaker’s hand, caretaker knows that means stay with me. please don’t go.

[whumpmehardandsoft]

Hero with an insanely stiff moral compass but in all the wrong directions. They can’t let Villain keep running around on the street and putting people in danger, but they know if they turn Villain in to the authorities, Villain is facing the death penalty, which Hero sees as murder.

With no other options, Hero looks down at the defeated villain and decides, fuck it. Hero’s basement is big enough. They can reform this Villain into an upstanding citizen with the right tactics. Maybe they can even fashion Villain into a hero of their own.

At first, Villain is almost grateful. Taking matters into their own hands means Hero will be too righteous to punish Villain in any meaningful way. They’ll escape within a few weeks.

Villain learns the hard way that when the goal is reformation, there are very few cases where the ends don’t justify the means.

[whumpybones]

Something I never see in whump is Whumpee having to spend over night in the ER, specially when they don’t get a room, just a bed in a hallway

• I doubt this is hallway exclusive, but the constant noise, silent conversations, people moving around, machines beeping, alarms going off, ice machines

• they don’t turn off all the lights, if you want Whumpee to suffer a little extra put their bed right under a light that doesn’t turn off!

• ^ Whumpee could get a face washcloth to cover their eyes, if you wanna be nice

•People walking past whumpee’s bed

• if Whumpee has a caretaker to sit with them, they will have to get up and move their chair out of the way for other gurneys

• every few hours a nurse will come and take your vitals. Not hallway exclusive

• the medicine you were getting through your iv finished, there’s an alarm going off now

• ((( warm blankets )))

• time doesn’t really exist when you’re in the hospital

• Whumpee crying during all the needles

• is Whumpee is having surgery, they won’t be allowed to eat or drink anything, even water

• not a hallway thing, but have the nurses miss when putting an iv in, have them miss 10 times! Whumpee’s inner elbow dotted with red marks later from all the failed attempts

• maybe another patient is being disruptive

• Whumpee got out of bed without assistance, an alarm is going off now

•Whumpee feeling caged in by the protective bars on the side of the bed

•^ or maybe they’re comforted by them

• Whumpee in too much pain too reach the call button

• a nurse or paramedic in between calls teaching Whumpee and caretaker a game, or giving music suggestions

• not being able to get comfortable lying down

•^ specifically because of the iv

• being afraid to fall asleep

• Whumpee decided in the early hours of morning that they won’t be getting more sleep, after only sleeping for 2-3 hours at time during the night

Please feel free to add on! And tag me I inspired you!

[writinglittlepains]

lab experiment whumpee thoughts:

strapped down to a table, so much so that they literally can't move. maybe they tried to struggle as they were being restrained but now there's nothing they can do. and who knows how long they're gonna be there?

a really intense gag, because who wants their experiment screaming? maybe it's metal and padlocked

dragged back to their cell room at the end of the day, too exhausted to do anything but hang limply (I'm imagining them being dragged by two people who are holding each of their arms)

branded. that's it that's the whole bullet point

hating it when they're drugged, but also hating it when they can feel all the pain. there's no way to win

[evil-by-noon]

High Expectations - Living Weapon Whump Prompt #5

Strict Whumper / Living Weapon Whumpee

Whumper snaps his fingers in Whumpee's face.

"Whumpee! Are you listening to me? Fucking hell," He grumbles, standing up from his crouch. He kicks a hoarse wheeze out of Whumpee, who rolls over in pain.

"Yes, sir." He groans, sending a sharp pain through his chest and a dull burn where his throat's gone rough from just holding back screams.

"Get up." Whumper orders. Whumpee pushes his bloody palms against the floor, his arms shake and tremble but he doesn't rise. It doesn't matter how hurt he is, he needs to get up.

"Get the fuck up!" Whumper shouts.

I'm fucking trying! He screams internally, his lip twitches.

"Yes sir!" He wipes the blood off his chin- Whumper grabs his wrist with crushing strength, pulling him to his feet like a ragdoll. His legs feel like they're on fire, pins and needles.

"Did I tell you to clean yourself up, Whumpee? What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Whumper barks. He tosses Whumpee's body to thump to the floor again, sending a wave of fresh, throbbing hurt through his body. He chokes down whatever noise he was gonna make but some kind of pathetic whimper forces its way from his lips instead.

"Fuck, you're disgusting. Useless," Whumper says, and that one hurts in his chest, pounds in his head. It's pressure, fear. Because what the fuck is the point of a useless tool?

So he clenches his jaw and curses his raging headache and rolls, throws himself against the wall. His shoulder explodes with a stabbing, burning pain where it was already fractured, but he can brace himself with the wall and finally follow orders like he should have done in the first place.

Whumper watches with his arm crossed. His fingers tap impatiently against his arm and he sneers like he wanted Whumpee to fail.

"Finally. Do that first next time and neither of us will have to go through this fucking routine. We're done here." He sets his baton down on the folding table in the corner on his way out, "Same time tomorrow."

"Yes sir."

Obedience tastes like iron and salt.

[manipulative-puppeteer]

Tropes part 5

Whumpee’s responses to pain

TW: it's written with captive whump in mind, mentions of torture, restrains, escape, sadistic whumper

Flight: their body wants them to be the furthest they can from the source of pain, not stopping to think rationally about it

They are backed against the wall and cannot go any further, yet they try to, maybe if they are brave enough they might try to run to the side

Looking to the side, avoiding eye contact, closing their eyes, when they can't run physically they try to distance themselves mentally

Twitching and jerking back their body away from the Whumper, they want to be good and stay still but the movement is instinctual

Fight: their first reaction is throwing a punch, kicking or biting, they are more resilient and harder to break

They are trying to hit anything that caused them pain, it doesn’t bode well for the future, and they only earn themselves more punishments

The Whumper using more restrains, muzzles for biting, tighter restrictions, leather bonds instead of rope or chain because the Whumpee is always unnecessarily struggling and get themselves bruised by their bonds

When broken, the Whumpee still has the instinct to fight but after doing so they cover and apologize, explaining that they didn’t mean to

Freeze: faced with pain their body doesn’t move, even if they want to run or fight it just freezes

Their muscles tense up and every sensation seems so much worse, however it’s so hard to relax

The Whumpee managed to escape yet when they hear the Whumper behind them, they freeze, they beg their body to run, to do anything, yet they just stand there 

They freeze up when ordered to do anything painful or dangerous, which will just bring a punishment upon them and even more harm

Fawn: on the front of their mind is keeping the Whumper happy, they will obey and are the easiest to train

They focus on the Whumper, looking for any reaction to their action, hesitating and waiting for orders, too scared to do anything wrong when acting out of their own volition

The Whumpee having a list of specific rules that they got out of their punishments, they keep their every offense in mind reminding themselves to not accidentally commit it again

When the order results in their pain they panic, they want to appease the Whumper but are scared of being hurt

Beg: they are not used to any physical reaction, they run their mouth trying to use the words to somehow get out of the painful situation

Panicking when gagged, they just got deprived of their defense mechanism, and it's so much worse than just being harmed

The hardest order to obey is ‘not taking without permission’, they swallow their words, every second reminding themselves to not react

The Whumper ordering them to beg for mercy, and they do just that, but the action was meaningless from the start, Whumper wanted to hurt them and hearing them beg was just a nice addition

(I couldn't find a word starting with F for begging, sorry)

[macknus]

"Let's Play"

This is absolutely not pointed at anybody in particular, so if you read this and think it was inspired by you... um, don't :)

Whumpee winced as Whumper started setting up the chess board again. “No,” Whumpee mumbled weakly. Whumper paused, glanced at Whumpee on their mattress on the floor and grinned.

“Good morning, Whumpee. What exactly are you protesting today?”

“No chess,” they begged, their voice croaking from sleep.

Whumper straightened and stepped around the table, walking towards Whumpee slowly. Giving Whumpee enough time to fear his advances and back up on the flimsy mattress, cornering themselves against the wall. Whumper kept coming and stopped at the edge of the bed. He crouched and grabbed the chain that attached to Whumpee’s ankle cuff. Whumpee’s heart raced as they stared wide eyed at the monster.

Whumper clicked his fingers and pointed at his feet. He curled the chain around his hand in warning, come here or be dragged here. So Whumpee bit back a whimper as they crawled towards Whumper’s feet and sat back on their heels, kneeling before him, head bowed. Whumper kept wrapping the chain around his fist so Whumpee couldn’t get away as he leaned a hand down and tapped two fingers under Whumpee’s chin.

Whumpee bunched their hands into fists as they turned their head up to meet Whumper’s almost fond expression that curled their stomach.

“Now, pet, what was that no about?”

Whumpee trembled as they stared at Whumper. They swallowed to try and clear their throat but they were scared to speak so boldly with Whumper this close. They looked away but flinched when Whumper clucked his tongue twice and looked up at him with pleading eyes.

He put his hand under their chin again to make sure they couldn’t look away. “Come on, darling. You know I don’t ask twice,” he purred. Whumpee’s heart raced against their chest. “Are you going to make me ask twice?”

“N-no! No, sir. I just… please, no chess today.”

Whumper’s horrible blue eyes looked concerned as if Whumpee was a child who had fallen during play time. “Why, pet?”

“I never win,” Whumpee replied mutinously. “It’s— it’s not fair. I don’t- I never played before you—“”

“I taught you the rules,” Whumper supplied.

“The rules, but not plays. And everyday it seems you use a different one and I can’t adapt and—”

Something simmered under Whumper’s skin that terrified Whumpee and they quickly tried to appease their kidnapper. “I mean, I am grateful you taught me, sir, it’s just— I can’t— it’s frustrating.”

“Hm.” Whumper’s hand moved to Whumpee’s head and patted it lightly. Whumpee struggled to repress the shiver dancing down their spine. “So you want to forfeit your chance at freedom today?”

“No!”

“But you know the rules.”

Whumpee knew the rules. They knew the rules alright. They knew that everyday Whumper would come down and set up the chess board and they would play. If Whumper won, he got to do whatever horrible torture he thought up to Whumpee that day, and if Whumpee won they’d be granted their freedom. Which was a sick twisted game in and of itself because Whumpee didn’t play chess.

“I do, but I—”

“And now you’re interrupting me, pet. My, my, you really have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Perhaps it’s the mattress. Perhaps, I’ve treated you too well.”

“No! Sir, no, please sir. I’m sorry.”

“I like playing chess with you everyday, pet. You’re improving so quickly.” Probably because torture’s a great motivator, Whumpee thought dismally.

“What’s the point if I can’t win?!” Whumpee snapped. The words flew out of their mouth in pure frustration, their hands coming off their lap in a helpless gesture at the futility of it all. It was cruel. That with every move Whumpee thought that maybe, maybe, they could win and go home today.

They realised their mistake as soon as the words left their lips. Terrified eyes went to Whumper’s face, which had lost all softness and warmth, replaced with a cold fury.

“I’m sorry sir. Please. I’m— please sir—”

“We will play chess today,” Whumper said, grabbing Whumpee under their arm and pulling them to their feet roughly. “We will play multiple games, to help improve your skills.”

Whumpee blanched. “M-multiple games?”

“Yes!” Whumper replied brightly. “I may even teach you an opening.”

Multiple games meant multiple losses. Whumpee dug their heels into the ground, resisting. “But, sir if I lose more than one game, do I get punished t-twice?”

The question nearly stole the air from their lungs as Whumper stopped by the table and grinned at Whumpee who shrunk back.

“I think that’s only fair, don’t you? Considering you’re getting multiple chances at freedom.”

And Whumpee had the sudden, awful feeling that even if they won, Whumper would never let them go in that moment. His eyes were too bright, his smile too twisted. Helpless anger bubbled up inside them as they spat, “none of this is fair!”

Whumper raised their hand and Whumpee’s head whipped to the side with a soft gasp. Gentle fingers turned Whumpee’s cheek to face him again, his expression sympathetic, his eyes anything but.

“Let’s play.”

***

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[evil-by-noon]

snuffbaiting my malnourished hound by telling her I'm scrapping her and jamming a screwdriver into her neural port (she doesn't know we're getting the new socket upgrade rollout)