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Whumper forcing their fingers deep into whumpee's mouth until they choke and gag, over and over. Over time whumpee learns how to breathe past the intrusion, and their gag reflex is slowly trained out.

"I didn't have to do this for you, you know," Whumper tells them in between sessions. "You'll thank me later."

literarystarfish

I love a dazed, out-of-it, purely broken whumpee. One who is so gone and dead to the real world, they don’t notice a single thing going on. Perhaps it’s a learned coping mechanism to get through the torture. Whumpee, who is pliant to whumper’s will and clocked out to the pain not because they want to, but because it’s the only way they get through it all. Perhaps it’s what whumper was waiting for—finally breaking them into an impossible, unrecognizable shred of a being doing barely more than living despite it all.

Whumpee, so mentally broken and having physically given up so completely that they are numb to anything happening to or around them. They see and hear and feel nothing.

Not whumper.

Not whumper’s continued torture.

Not even caretaker who’d only just rushed in, ready to fight for whumpee, hoping and praying that whumpee hadn’t yet perished, only to see them doing little more than staring up at nothing, eyes dull and unseeing, with their head rolled back, barely reacting more than the involuntary flinches of their body’s nervous system and not because the feel anything happening to them. Looking more dead than caretaker ever thought a still living being could be.

Dazed. Unresponsive. Gone.

And make sure a friend or loved one sees how broken they’ve become.

Yeah. Do that to your whumpees.

tianhai03

ghost

goes-whump-in-the-night

my endless love for whumpees decked out in an absolutely unnecessary amount of restraints

blindfolds, gags, and ear covers on whumpees who already know exactly who’s hurting them and couldn’t even be heard by anyone who would help them if they could scream

heavy iron chains, cuffs, and collars on whumpees who couldn’t have even broken out of thin ropes

muzzles on whumpees who are completely lacking in fangs or any kind of biting capability

extremely intricate bindings covering every bit of whumpee’s body, leaving them completely incapable of movement, when they were already trapped somewhere they had no hope of escaping on their own

it just really sends a message, y’know? whumper painstakingly wrapping them up, like a present for themself, as if to say, yes, i already know how helpless you are - i just need you to feel it too ❤️

whatiswhump

Waking up in different clothes each time they knock him out. Different places. Different people looking down at him.

crimescrimson

Leon S. Kennedy in Resident Evil: Requiem (2026)

graves-vrt

zawija

Oh. My. God.

survivesurvivingwhump

Whumpee who just can't do it. They just can't fight back like Whumper yells at them to. They just can't perform on Whumper like they're being told. They physically can't fit anything else in them. They're sobbing and repeating "I can't do it I can't do it" and Whumper finds it annoying.

They stop for a moment, pulling away and letting Whumpee breathe. They plan to just give them 2 minutes to stop crying then get back to it, but then Whumpee runs.

this is whumper’s second try at getting the response that they want out of whumpee. they wanted whumpee to perform enthusiastically first, to moan and writhe and put on a show of enjoying it. when whumpee couldn’t manage it - too horrified, too exhausted, in too much pain, crying too hard - whumper changed their tactic.

they have whumpee pinned to the bed, fucking them hard and fast, deliberately making it hurt. their hands are bruising and forceful even though whumpee isn’t making attempts to escape. this is despite their second set of orders - fine. if they can’t even pretend to like it, they can make a scene out of how much they hate it.

“fight me. fight me, you useless whore. do you want this?” whumper barks down at them, their anger showing in their voice and the way they let go of one of whumpee’s aching wrists long enough to give them a hard, reprimanding slap across the face. “i fucking told you to fight. this is pathetic. i want moaning or i want screaming, not this.”

whumpee just closes their eyes tighter and sobs. “i can’t,” they beg. they tried. they tried to force their body to move, to struggle hard enough to please whumper, but they just don’t have it in them. “i can’t, i’m sorry, i can’t, i can’t.” they sound pathetic even to their own ears, whiny and helpless.

“oh my god you are so fucking annoying, i can’t even listen to this shit.” whumper gets off of whumpee, the sudden disappearance of their weight and the absence of the wet heat and bruising friction where their bodies had been joined is shocking enough to make whumpee whimper. whumper’s sneer deepens. “get yourself together. when i get back, you’d better be ready to do as you’re told. if all i get is more whining and crying, you’re gonna find out just how bad this can get.”

the moment the bathroom door closes behind whumper, whumpee feels a surge of strength. it hurts to stand, and their clothes are nowhere to be seen (or just… destroyed) but this might be their only chance. they have to take it. and so they do. they run.

citrine-elephant

imagining leon's muffled frustration as he jerks against binds with no give, tied to a chair. gives me life.

itsalwaysdark

you have to be careful reading too many things that are good/smart/well-written bc then you encounter something that isnt and you get confused like ? why didnt they just make this good ? were they stupid

doveywovy

its so sad when a fanfic trope initially centered around noncon/dubcon gets popular enough that it turns into a watered down extremely consensual healthy-relationship version of it

as retribution i think i'm going to start taking vanilla tropes and making them noncon. the barista is putting roofies in the coffee. there's only one bed and the other guy is getting chained to the radiator. there's no social or legal protections for assault within soulmate matches

citrine-elephant

leon being rescued, but

the glimpse of him as the medics swoop in. of his body hunched forward, frail and still defined forearms wrapped around himself. looking past his dishelved hair up at everyone. he's quiet, compliant and he just seems... tired.

scars all across his naked body. new and old. fresh bruises, healing bruises. cuts, burns, tears and welts.

that glimpse, right before he's draped in a blanket and the rescue team surround him completely