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enemies to lovers but its not "who did this to you?" but its "I did this to you" bc damn in the moment it felt necessary but the cuts weren't supposed to be that deep. the lashes should have faded by now, right? why are they still limping? make your characters self reflect. burden them with guilt and regret :) imagine laying in bed with the person you grew to love, only for them to roll over in their sleep and for you to see the nettled scars you inflicted on them
time loop with two people in it but one person refuses to acknowledge the loop and pretends to be looping with everyone else. meanwhile the other person is freaking out
PREGNANT WHUMPEE
So I'm not realy into lady whump, But pregnant whumpee/giving birth/ birth aftermath is something else.
• The fear would be double for a pregnant whumpee. Fear of her own life and her child's.
• Whumper teasing whumpee by bringing up her unborn baby constantly, threatening to take it away/kill it as soon as it is born or the fact that she most likely will not be able to deliver her child safely in this situation.
• The baby may be a child of rape and whumper's. But i personally prefer its father to be whumpee's loved one. This way, she's way more concerned of its safety and wellbeing. But if it's Whumper's, we get to have " Oh God I'm carrying a monster inside me!" and maybe whumpee tries to abort it.
• The father is whumper's enemy.
• Rushed delivery. Due to natural causes OR because whumper kicked whumpee in the stomach ( on purpose or not? That's the question.) and her water broke.
• Maybe there's a whumpee 2/ caretaker helping her deliver the child? And they beg whumper to get her help. BONUS POINTS if they don't even know whumpee.
• Or for the better, maybe whumper themselve help her. Suddenly changing from the monster they were to a concerned loving caretaker as whumpee goes into labour.
• Maybe there was a whumper 2 and they were never as cruel as whumper 1. So they're whumpee's only hope. Maybe when she gets him alone, she begs him to help her " Do you have a child of your own, whumper 2?". And whumper 2 actually considers helping her.
• Many mothers have problem breastfeeding their baby even with a healthy diet. Imagine whumpee not getting enough food to produce milk.
• Is whumper generous enough to buy the baby diapers?
• This one might be a huge cliché or very cringe but who cares: Something changes inside whumper the moment they see the child. Maybe their own memorise flash by. ( Bad memories, Ofc!) and they kinda ... change? maybe they change their mind. Maybe they go a lot further and even swear to protect the child. To become a father figure for it, something they may have lacked during their own childhood. ( well obviously this won't work if whumper is a sadist. No. There most be other reasons for them captivating/ torturing whumpee.)
There's a lot to do with this prompt. Feel free to add.
my fave things to see in whump fics:
A character begging for mercy from one of their friends/allies because they can't comprehend that they've been rescued yet
The whumpee hallucinating one of their friends as someone they're really angsty about (a parent, an ex-lover, a dead friend, etc.) and spilling all their secrets in a confession that they just need to get out
Truth serum/spells where the whumpee is spouting the most insane self-loathing BS ever and is able to do so because they see that as the genuine, actual truth
Whumper finding out that the whumpee they've been attacking is just a child/teen (bonus points if the whumper has kids of their own)
Switching POVs between the whumpee and caretaker where the whumpee is confused by all the kindness they're receiving and the caretaker is like, struggling to keep calm because how has no one been gentle with you yet??
Something that follows the same vein as the previous one but the caretaker being like "When's the last time anyone's done this for you?" and being met with silence and realizing that the whumpee has just never been cared for
Whumpee with a high pain tolerance doing their best to stifle their reactions because they're actually feeling what hurt them this time (bonus points if the whumpee is like, a strong silent type)
Passing out from crying induced exhaustion
Characters who hide their emotions being forced to express them, either from something designed specifically to do that or as a result of lowered inhibitions after being drugged
Having a nightmare with someone next to them or in the same room, but having it be a quiet kind where the only thing that tells you they're distressed is a change in breathing, their expression, or silent crying
Whumpee refusing care because they think they don't deserve it
Whumpee turned whumper, abusing a new whumpee..
Repeating the exact thing their whumper said to them years and years ago. Whumper standing over a terrified whumpee, hearing themself say the same things that were said to them when they were cowering on the floor.. Whumper realizing that theyre repeating the same cycle... and if they dont stop, maybe the cycle will never stop..
(credit to my rp partner for this)
A whumpee that could leave anytime they wished. No chains, no locked doors. They could just walk out and never look back.
They walk out the door. They walk down the dirt walkway from their house - their prison. At the edge of the property line they stop. Whumper watches from the doorway, posture relaxed.
Just one more step. Whumpee can see themselves go from a walk to a sprint as they get further and further away.
Just one step.
Just one.
Just one.
It's a mantra repeating itself over and over.
But nothing happens. They can't make themselves go.
For what's the point? They have nothing. No money, no transportion, and no one to go home to. They are truly and utterly alone. All they have to their name was the clothes on their back, and even then whumper had picked oit their clothes, citing them as a gift.
So yes they could leave. But this all behind them. But they won't. They can't. There's nothing.
They can't look whumper in the eye as they walk back; eyes downcast.
An arm wraps around their shoulder.
They let themselves be guided and maneuvered onto the couch. Whumpee pulls them close, onto their lap. Hands curl around their neck pulling them close.
Whumpee weeps.
Whumper just grins.
The outside world moves on without them.
the doctor asked if I could take my choker off like "it isn't metal, but it could cause artifacts or smudges in the images" so I joked that if I did my head would fall off, and he IMMEDIATELY backed off. he was just like "that sounds true. better keep it on"
Whumper telling whumpee as they are about to assault them that they're lucky whumper wants them because nobody could ever find them desireable (and even less after what they're going to do)
“oh my god stop throwing a fit,” whumper sneers, annoyance dripping from their voice. they give whumpee a hard, reprimanding shake, then return to pulling roughly at their clothes, stripping them with an almost casual, careless efficiency. “you’re never going to get any from anyone else. you should be on your knees thanking me for showing you a good time.”
“i don’t-“ whumpee can barely speak. their chest is heaving, their rapid, shallow breaths audible as they verge on hyperventilating. the air feels too thin to get enough of it. “this isn’t- i don’t want this. whumper, please, i don’t like this.”
they should be fighting harder. why aren’t they fighting harder? if they really fought they could probably get away but all they feel physically capable of - around the rushing lightheaded static that’s taken over their head, the inability to process what’s happening, the trembling fear and shock - is some weak struggling and wide-eyed trembling.
“you really can’t be so picky, whumpee. nobody else is offering to give you the good fucking you so clearly need. i’ve seen the way you are with [team/caretaker/friend], you’re basically begging for it.”
that’s not- whumpee doesn’t- whumpee has no idea what that even means. they don’t know what whumper is talking about.
“the point is,” whumper says, their words conversational and only interrupted by the exertion of twisting and forcing whumpee’s body against the wall, mashing their face into the hard surface as they undo whumpee’s jeans and shove them down, “you’re gonna shut the fuck up and stop whining and crying about it. better enjoy it while you can. maybe i’ll be nice enough to give you more later, but god knows nobody else is going to want to touch you after this. not that they ever did in the first place. just relax and you can thank me later.”
You chose: Hand-feed Whumpee
CW: Pet whump, restraints, brainwashed whumpee
“Can you sit up for me, sweetheart?” Whumper asked.
Whumpee nodded. They started wriggling to sit up. They didn’t request help, and Whumper didn’t offer it. They rather enjoyed watching Whumpee struggle. Whumper smiled as Whumpee awkwardly and painstakingly squirmed to a seated position despite the restraints binding them. So perfectly willing now to comply with Whumper’s wishes even when it was difficult or uncomfortable.
“Good,” Whumper cooed. “I’ll be right back.” They left the room to get food for Whumpee.
When they came back, Whumpee was waiting calmly right where they’d left them. Whumper sat next to them on the bed.
They were going to hand-feed their pet. “Here.” Whumper held up a piece of food.
Whumpee seemed to know exactly how to respond. They leaned in and took it using their mouth, gentle and delicate and oh so polite. Delightful. Whumper smiled at that, and praised them softly.
They continued like that, occasionally offering a sip of water instead of a bite of food, until Whumpee was finished. Whumpee behaved beautifully the whole time.
When they were done, Whumpee said sweetly, “Thank you, Master.” Whumpee smiled at Whumper and shifted closer. Then they snuggled into Whumper. Whumpee’s cuddling was affectionate and a little needy.
Gosh, that was adorable. “There, good pet, you’re welcome,” Whumper murmured. They put an arm around Whumpee and held them close for a few moments, then started petting their hair with the other hand.
Whumpee not only allowed it but seemed to appreciate it, leaning their head and pushing closer into Whumper’s hold. Whumpee was so good.
Whumper cuddled them for a while longer, enjoying this.
This certainly bode well. But Whumper figured they should observe Whumpee’s behavior a little longer before jumping to a conclusion.
What do you do with them now?
Untie them, show them around your house
Watch a movie with them on the couch
Leave them alone (tied) and see what they do
Untie them, leave them there and see what they do
Read this before voting in both sides.
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people keep telling me its "narcissistic" to build an army out of clones of myself but it'd be a lot weirder if they were clones of someone else right
whump prompt
Whumpee is a half-animal and whumper is officially just a friend/partner. whumper gets annoyed at every expression of whumpee's opinion and "affectionately" reminds them that they are just an animal that is not usually asked. Whenever whumpee tries to prove their worth, the response is something along the lines of "doesn't your animal brain live on instinct? Give you a little push and you'll lose all that pompous awareness and humanity." After that, a gaslight or a beating follows as proof of this point, after which an ordinary person will begin to whine and cover themselves (that is not as important tho)
Remember: if they can regenerate it is completely okay to do as much brutality as you want because they'll just heal it away anyways ^_^
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Whumpee escapes captivity from an evil religious whumper. Whumper may have tried to assimilate whumpee into religion. Caretaker helps whumpee recover. Whumpee finds out that the caretaker is the same religion as the whumper, becomes terrified of caretaker. Caretaker explains that they are very different from the whumper and how the whumper has twisted the religion all up for their evil purposes. Whumpee recovers, joins religion and learns to forgive (?)
so whumpee doesn't join or forgive but. here :)
content: religious whump, past trauma, rocky recovery, recovery fic, comfort
Whumpee didn't know. They couldn't have known. There was no indication of it, even now if they thought back — maybe aside from the fact that Caretaker had never cursed around them, carefully replacing every 'oh my god' with 'oh my gosh'. And come to think of it, they did leave Whumpee alone on Sunday mornings. But there, hidden in their nightstand drawer, was a Bible. The evidence was clear as day. Caretaker was Christian.
A nurses their coffee, wishing for something stronger to get through this glorified babysitting. You know, they're the one who is 3 years younger, for God's sake. Only B could get herself in this much trouble. High on Whumper's drugs, all because she had to go pry.
B plays with the bendy straw in her milkshake, flopping her head and hair to the side. "Why do you think I'm broken?"
A damn nears spits out their coffee. They have never once heard B talk about themself like that, always being the smart-ass in the room. "What?"
B laughs and it sounds childlike but weary. It creeps A out. "Come on, A. We both know it's true. You know, you were never good at lying, so dont start now. Save us both the embarrassment." She toys aimlessly with the cherry in the bed of whipped cream that tries to engulf it. "You've heard Whumper. I never could be their little weapon like you. So tell me..." She sniffs. "Tell me why I couldn't save anyone either."
The whumper has pinned the whumpee during a more conventionally violent altercation before noticing the whumpee's.... "reaction" to the adrenaline of the situation. They proceed to force themself on the whumpee while gloating about how they clearly want and enjoy what's being forced on them.
whumpee had hoped that whumper wouldn't notice. they'd closed their eyes and tried not to cry and willed their body to stop reacting and hoped that whumper wouldn't notice. but of course that's not what happened.
of course whumper noticed. of course whumpee's own body betraying them, reacting in a way that they've struggled to hide before, ashamed of it and sure there's something wrong with them. they've gotten more comfortable with it lately, more sure of themself, more open to exploring the part of them that's turned on by adrenaline, by exertion, by impacts and bruises and maybe even pain.
but this... they don't want any of this. they don't want this. whumper is hurting them and they want it to stop, they swear they want it to stop, but their body is just- is just reacting and they can't control it, they can't make it stop-
"i didn't realize what a freak you were," whumper says in their ear, their breath hot and close. their hand is worked between their hips and where whumpee's are pinned beneath them, struggling to get away. their palm presses hard, their fingers grasping, groping at whumpee's clear arousal. "i didn't know how into this you'd be. i planned on hurting you, but you've clearly got other plans. can't hurt someone who's into it, can you? so maybe you and me can have some fun instead. since you're asking for it, and all."
(This is old I don’t know what I was on when I made this draft but honestly reading it was too unhinged for me not to share)
Whumpee being left at the altar on their wedding day by the Easter Bunny
That bastard of a furry. Whumpee thought they had him figured out. He gifted them roses, showered them in I love you’s, took them out to dates in fields of tulips doing fuck all.
Whumpee trusted him.
With all their insecurities, traumas, wants, fears. They thought this was the happy ending they needed. To finally be loved by the one person who understood them more than themselves. And it all fell apart and left a bigger void in their heart.
Fucking rabbits man
big fan of whumpee falling asleep with another person for the first time after escaping whumper, and upon waking up, sort of absentmindedly asking, "did we... you know... do anything last night?"
the other person is immediately concerned about their short term memory, like, "no?? you fell asleep as soon as you hit the mattress. you don't remember?"
and whumpee is like "no, i mean after that."
"you mean... while you were asleep?"
for whumper, sleep was always an invitation. now, whumpee suddenly remembers that they are allowed to be in charge of what happens to their body all the time.
the automatic assumption that it would've been logical and foreseeable that the person they fell asleep with would've sexually abused them while they were sleeping, god. that's so... it speaks to such an extensive objectification that they've experienced, such a prolonged stretch of repeated instances of abuse,
and the like. the initial offence from the other person, like what sort of a person do you think i am? you thought i'd do something like that to you? and then you slept beside me anyway?
and there's the question, right. did the other person know about the sexual abuse before this, and just didn't realize how deep the damage went or how extensive it was? or is this the first they're learning?
