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@painwithoutplot made a bingo and now i want one too so here
please play it i must know where my fellow freaks are so i can follow /lh
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Check out this whump quiz!! It tells you what whump you should write more, and I think that's a super cool idea to maybe try and get people to write for tropes and things they dont usually write for!!
Because whump
*huffs* okay i guess, but only if it's a soft h/c moment between whumpee and whumper
NOOOOO GAHAHAH
</3 why would you say that to me
Oh.
Oh.
WHICH ONE???
Llol, also gotta push it...
looks like I gotta finish up a backstory piece!
Character curling into a little ball and just shaking.
Whump bases
Pls credit and tag me if u post something u made with these I wanna see!!!
Just a Whumpee who has been trapped in a cold dark cell for who knows how long and then wakes up one day in a soft bed, next to an open window. The feeling of sun and wind on their face as the birds sing.
Imagine a snake-like whumper that coils around and hypnotizes his whumpee into a dreamlike stupor just before depositing his venom into their system. What does the venom do? That's up to you! But it'll be hours before it wears off...
Okay but imagine if the venom caused temporary blindness. So the hypnosis that snake whumper used is bound within whumpee's clouded eyes. They can hear Whumper, they can feel Whumper but their vision tells them they're still lost in a dream. And even if they manage to wriggle away, they can't get far. Whumper will watch them stumble around, trying to find the way out, until they've exhausted themselves. Then snake whumper will gently slip 'round whumpee again, capture them in his coils again. Of course they're afraid, they protest, but can't escape. And Whumper soothes them, promising it's all just a dream and they'll wake up soon. Very, very soon...
Oh ho ho, excellent interpretation!!!!
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God, I love exhaustion whump. It’s just so lovely. Everything starts to blur together and you’re no longer in control of yourself. It’s like being drunk.
Writing prompts
Yes and here are some more things that happen with exhaustion!!
Exhaustion
Content: mostly sleep deprivation style exhaustion, harassing whumper, defiant whumpee, begging
Skin becoming so sensitive that every touch lights up your entire nervous system, becoming a gentle but constant torture if whumper won't leave whumpee alone
Headaches, noises become sharp and painful, every word is like those horrible semi truck brake sounds (you know what I'm saying? I hate those things)
Developing a migraine that lasts into the next day
Finding their head drooping forward wanting to sleep
Legs giving out suddenly and whumpee collapses, only to be reprimanded by whumper. "You are asking for it, whumpee."
Through their teeth, vision swimming, "I'm trying."
Leaning against a wall, arm trembling just to stay up
Hallucinations. Flinching at whumper's voice at their shoulder and there's no one there.
"please. Five minutes. Just five minutes. I'm begging you. I'm begging you, okay? You asked me to beg. I'm begging. Please." As tears come to their eyes.
Whumpee hooked up to a mind torture device. An “ethical” alternative to physical torture, it leaves the body completely intact as it only tricks the mind into believing any corporal pain and affliction is real. Numerous “punishments” are inflicted on Whumpee—burns, broken bones, whipping, removing fingers, etc.—all completely real in Whumpee’s head.
After so long with the device, Whumpee is finally released. And they can only stare in disassociated horror at their perfectly intact body.
Our Secret
Wow I haven’t done a nameless drabble in actually so long. Idek how this came up I just got the urge and had to write it… hope u enjoy :3
cw: mind control, hero/villain whump, hero whumpee, pet whumpee, conditioned whumpee
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He’s big and he’s tall, much larger than Villain, with his face smothered by his master’s lap as he kneels beside the seat.
It’s embarrassing, very much so, but there’s not much Hero can do about it but pretend it’s not happening the way it is. Even if his mind is scattered into bits and pieces by this point, he still holds the capacity to use an imagination.
Today, he thinks of himself as a dog, a good boy that listens and is obedient and doesn’t get hurt. Villain holds tight on his collar still, although Hero knows he won’t do anything stupid. For just a moment Hero can buy into the idea that he’s a puppy, well loved and cared for, tagging along with his owner to a bustling event. That might just get him through the evening.
In reality, which is not too far off from the dream he’s in, Hero has long been under the ownership of Villain, his now called master. There’s not always much love and care, but Hero is always a good boy. It is an event, one he wasn’t informed the details of. No one tells their dog things that don’t concern them. Only commands and orders, ones Hero will follow dutifully.
It wasn’t always like that between them. In the early days Hero would fight and refuse, unbeknownst to him the days that would fold ahead. It’s a blur now, especially the times even before that when Hero thought he was someone. A person even, with a face and mind he can barely recall. Villain has taught him many things since then, among those being the cold, hard fact that Hero is not human. He’s less than, just a showdog to be put into place.
Hero’s okay with that now. He’s come to terms with his fate, the fact that this is what he was meant for. Both of them know he's fairly good at it, even if he commonly makes dumb mistakes. It only makes sense that a stupid mutt like himself would mess up sometimes.
Villain’s hand, cold and clammy, draws along his cheek in circles. Villain barely notices he’s doing it, caught up in conversation Hero isn’t awake enough to keep up with. It’s nice. It tells him that there will always be a chance to be spared some sort of reward, even if they’re scarce. Hero will remain grateful, knowing that he could be living a far worse reality.
The soft, silk fabric of Villain’s top hugs his face, and he buries himself into Villain’s legs. Right now everything is warm and calm, even with the bubbling party chattering around them. All that matters to Hero is the touch and the heat, making the room less cold and terrifying. Dogs that don’t mess up get pet. Sometimes, dogs who get pet get loved, a wish that seems far out of reach, yet still dreamable.
Everything is sort of fuzzy, like the room and the lights, but they’re always slightly that way. Villain says he’s received enough trauma to the head to do that among other things, but he’s kind enough to keep Hero anyway.
Arm heavy, Hero manages to brush over his legs, patting the hem of his boxers, the knowing of his lack of clothing curling his stomach. He should be used to it by now, most of his time is spent in only boxers, but it continues to be an unusual feeling. Villain says clothes are for people, and being uncomfortable with that will earn him punishment. Hero will have to get used to it.
“I just-,” a woman says out of sight, gushing, “I can’t believe you’ve gotten him so under control, Villain. This is incredible.” Hero knows she’s talking about him, but refuses to be bothered by it. There’s no use in getting self conscious. Dogs don’t do that.
Villain’s voice rolls off his tongue, sweet and smooth. “So I’ve heard.” He tugs on the leash a little, pulling on Hero’s neck, who promptly ignores the slight choke. “I won’t say it was easy.”
Hero wishes it would’ve been simple, that he would’ve given up with hardly a fight. Maybe Villain would like him more. Maybe the adjustment wouldn’t have been so difficult.
A man chimes in this time. “How'd you do it? Get the lead hero wrapped around your finger like that?”
Lead hero.
That was his title at one point in time. He doesn’t think about it much, because then his belly hurts. Obviously that wasn’t the spot for him, and this role is much better suited.
Villain chuckles in amusement, raspy. “That’s a secret I can’t share, my friend.” One finger twirls through Hero’s hair, and he leans into it, silently begging for more. “Hero is one of a kind, you see, and I can’t just let anyone know of his training, now can I?”
He can see one of the villains pout, disappointed with the answer. “Can’t you show us anything? Something you’ve trained him to do.”
Thinking, Villain pats Hero on the chin. “I mean, I haven’t taught him much, to be completely honest.” Hero is sure he’s being humble. He would have to have six hands to be able to count all of the things Villain’s taught him. “I suppose I could give a short show, though.”
Yanked up by his collar, Hero is barely startled by the pull, rather allowing his vision to focus on his master. Villain’s cheeks are sunken in that charming way of his, dimples popping with his smile. Never would Hero admit that he often missed the times when he was deemed attractive, when people would fawn over his appearance. No one thinks a dog is especially pretty.
Hero knows the trick Villain is preparing before a movement is made, just by the shift in the air between them.
Villain leans in, catching Hero’s spit in his throat, winding in a way that makes it hard to breathe. His thoughts pop like bubbles. His limbs slack and tense at the same time. Fingers brush Hero’s jaw, thumb caressing his cheek in a kiss of juicy ownership.
“I am owned.” He starts, and otherwise makes no movement. Words precise and factual, he makes not a single stutter. His voice flows out heavily, teatheting his body and mind to his master.
Villain’s smile carefully calms, but their faces are still locked. Hero stifles a gasp when his master’s hand finds his adam’s apple, tickling the spot. “I am obedient.” He confesses robotically.
The space is silent, villain’s hanging on his every word. They’re unimportant to Hero, background to his everything.
The sensation of his master’s power holds him tight, washing through every crack of his brain to keep him focused on Villain and Villain only.
“I am worthless.”
He’s not sure what his master’s power is - not many people are, including villains - but it matters so little when he’s caught in it. As far as the eye can see is his owner, circling the ideas inside of him and forcing them out. It’s almost as if he hears Villain’s voice alongside his own when the words spill out, but he’s not too sure. He’d much rather continue getting lost in his master’s glittering gaze.
“I am inferior.”
“I am subordinate.”
“I am grateful.”
The speech doesn’t stop overflowing, each one following the last in perfect order. He can’t help it. He doesn’t want to, not when he believes each one with his whole being.
In an instant the blooming life in Villain’s eyes drains, life becoming dull again. Hero craves for more, holding on for as long as he can, as if he could bring the energy or satisfaction back. When his master uses his ability - his gift - on Hero, it’s like everything settles into place. Like everything is right again. Once the fleeting feeling releases, there’s a solid hole in his chest where the belonging once was.
Hero blinks in quick succession once his master turns away, used to Hero’s subpar party trick. The other villains appear rather impressed, fawning over Villain excitedly.
“Gosh Villain, that was striking!” One starts, face full of surprise.
Another one chimes in. “How in the world have you gotten him to do that? To be so-,” he seems to be at a loss for words, “so entranced?”
Villain chuckles, a slick rasp coating his voice. Hero curls his face back into his master’s lap, searching for a way to ease the distress swirling around his belly. “Top secret, my friends.” He pets Hero on the head, a sign that says both I own you and I won't get rid of just you yet.
Hoping for both to be reality, he hides the slight smile on his lips.
Hero is alright with being owned. More than alright if he was completely honest, because he knows now that it’s what he’s made for. He’s naturally got a knack for obedience, not to mention the fact that he’s instinctually lower than everyone around him on every level. Appreciation is all he can really give Villain for all he’s done for Hero. Without him he’d still be living a lie, still under the belief that he could navigate life on his own.
He’s owned.
He’s obedient.
He’s worthless, inferior, subordinate.
He’s grateful.
Hero certainly knows better now.
I've read the post and may I ask about...
...apprentice & mentor whump?
I know it's a classic but when the first gets hurt and the other takes care of them would be nice!
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content: mentee whumpee, mentor caretaker, gruff caretaker, rocky recovery, recovery fic, comfort, medical setting
Whumpee was beyond ashamed. When they came back from their first ever solo mission beaten black and blue, lacerations all over their body, barely conscious, and Mentor saw them… They wanted the earth to swallow them whole.
"Holy…" Mentor cut themself off, cleared their throat, putting on a mask of indifference and authority instead of that wide-eyed stare. Whumpee was grateful. "Medbay. Now."
monster fucking but you dont realize he's about to mate you
Naga whos wrapping his tail around your over and over and over until his slit it aligned with yours-
ocean merfolk who take you to a shallow, soft stoned creek, brackish water...
big, hulking things that nip at the back of your neck when you're turned around, trying to test if you're in the mood to be pinned....
oh god I have more thoughts on this but this time with dragon!sylus and merman!rafayel
mating rituals you're accidently completing when you accept their kills, when you sleep unguarded next to them with your belly and throat exposed, when you trace their sensitive wings/horns/tail with reverence and love they can only see as a sign of you being willing to mate.
and when they do finally decide to take you as their own, your struggle and confusion only last so long before it all gives way to the pleasure of them claiming you, completely and fully...
Possessive Villain 'Helping' Hero Get Dressed for a Party
For fem Heroes/dresses:
Using a comb or gentle, unyielding fingers to untangle the matted knots and clumps in Hero's hair, shushing them when they pull too hard or snag on a section of sensitive scalp that makes Hero yelp.
Cupping the back of their head as they clasp on a pair of earrings; if Hero hasn't worn any in a while and their piercing holes have closed over, Villain nips at the soft flesh of their ear to distract them from the sting of the intrusion.
Or perhaps they lounge back on a plush chair behind Hero, hands behind their head, surveying them with half-lidded eyes as Hero struggles with their dress's zipper. Grinning as Hero huffs or cringes in embarrassment, and they finally, meekly ask Villain for help (and before they even finish their sentence, Villain already has one hand steadying their back, pressing hard)
Lacing a corset tighter and tighter, constricting Hero's breathing with every harsh tug until tears are forming in their eyes with every exhale. Villain cradling their stiff, caved-in waist with admiration.
Smoothing out the ruffles and creases of their skirt and taking the opportunity to run the backs of their hands down Hero's quivering, crossed legs.
Strapping Hero's high heels on, fingers tracing the curve of their heel, massaging their aching, bleeding feet.
For masc Heroes/suits:
Sitting Hero down, sweet and terrified and behaved, as they rub gel on their hands and smooth down Hero's hair, styling their soft hair to perfection.
Moving down to their shirt collar; Villain takes pleasure in gripping Hero's bobbing throat with one hand as the other straightens their collar.
Buttoning up their shirt, slowly, pressing into goosebumped skin at each button.
Releasing a bound Hero from their painful restraints, barely allowing the chafed skin of their emaciated wrist to breathe before Villain is tightening an expensive watch around it. It feels just like being restrained again.
Snapping Hero's belt on their back teasingly, just to watch them flinch, before looping it around their hips (even better if they've just come out of a beating).
Kneeling down to shine Hero's dress shoes!!! Giving Hero a brief, illusory sense of power with Villain below them, as they polish the shoe tips to a shine. (Bonus if Villain's feeling nasty and kisses their ankles, licks their shoes clean).
Other gender neutral forms of control:
Spritzing them with Villain's favourite scent, maybe even one that triggers Hero or that they're allergic to.
Making them wear Villain's favourite colour.
Making them wear matching rings or necklaces or cufflinks with their logo/initials (even better, chokers and dog collars!).
Twirling them around and round in front of a mirror until Hero is queasy and needs to grip onto Villain's shoulders for support. ~perfect from top to toe. my little dress-up doll.~
Extremely juicy scenario: Whumper who is currently holding Whumpee captive sees Caretaker out in public, just by coincidence. Caretaker is exhausted, wretched, losing it over Whumpee being missing.....but has no idea that Whumper is the one that has them.
Whumper, meanwhile, knows exactly who Caretaker is and decides to play with them a bit. Knowing that Caretaker sees them as just another stranger, they needle them: "You look tired. Rough week?"
Caretaker's response....up to you :)
smth smth recovering whumpees that deflect everything with humor 🤔 avoiding all of their issues with jokes because thats the only way they know how to cope 🤔🤔
Love this XD because they can be genuinely funny but it's also tragic. I have some related ideas!
Whumpees with humor
Content: environmental whump, whipping, defiant whumpee, burn, guilt trip, cane, mild sexual connotations, PTSD
"You should've seen the other guy." "It was a tornado, not a competition"
"That's another five lashes." "Why is it always five with you? Favorite number or something?"
"Where'd you get that scar?" "Fight with a bear." "... it's a burn scar." "Oh. You can tell? Yeah, it had very... hot claws."
"Hiding it with humor isn't going to work---" "Oh, it works." They grin at caretaker. And keep on grinning until caretaker gets exasperated
Saying "that's fine, I'll just go back to whumper" every time caretaker gets even mildly upset toward whumpee
"I don't know whumper, have you even heard of positive reinforcement? Why's it always gotta be the cane?"
Forced to kneel and--- "Step on me daddy"
"What's going on whumpee, you look like a deer in the headlights. Flashback?" Whumpee forces a smile over the terror in their eyes as they look up at caretaker. "Good old days. Fun times."
"It's okay. You can talk about your feelings." Whumpee shakes their head and points at their temple. "You wouldn't want to hear all this kinky shit I got goin' up in here..."
whumper has to attend a highly publicized event. they know it'll be mind-numbingly boring, so they decide to take whumpee along with them, as their plus one.
it is quite amusing to watch whumpee struggle with maintaining their empty-eyed pleasant smile as whumper places a gentle hand on the small of their back, pecks a soft kiss on their cheek, holds their hand with no outward hostility. they keep trying to flinch away from a blow that's not coming, barely stopping themself at the last moment.
and when it's time to leave, they are dragged out by a bruising grip on their wrist.
whumper does not miss the way whumpee almost relaxes into the harsh touch.
loveee me a forced nsfwhump reveal.
whumpee hears a trigger sound and suddenly they're on their knees, opening their mouth, waiting, dissociating- much to the shock and growing horror of everyone around them. or a whumper who films/photographs the abuse, and whumpee comes home to their entire team/social circle having received digital proof of whumper raping whumpee.
or a whumpee that can get pregnant gets out of captivity, and a friend/teammate ends up seeing them with a morning-after pill, knowing full-well the only one that could've touched whumpee in that stretch of time was whumper. or whumpee's shirt rides up one day and someone catches a glimpse of bite marks and hickeys on their stomach, trailing closer and closer to their waistband (especially, if whumper's super-powered or nonhuman, the leftovers marks physically could not be from anyone else other than whumper).
or whumpee is found mid-assault, or nearly immediately post-assault, with fluids stuck to their skin, maybe spilling out of them, so there's no hiding anything.
or whumpee gets taken by a whumper that had previously kidnapped a different, now-rescued teammate, and it's only when whumper abuses whumpee that whumpee realizes the same must've happened to their teammate. or, similiar vein to that, their teammate never got rescued, and whumpee's forced to listen/watch/participate in whumper's continued sexual abuse of them when whumper takes whumpee as their second victim (maybe not even for sex, so only teammate-whumpee has to suffer that).
or whumpee's teammates consist of detectives, reporters, geniuses, doctors. whumpee doesn't want to tell anyone, but their doctor is the only one they can trust with the care they need. whumpee doesn't want anyone to know, but too many of their closest friends has seen too many cases like whumpee's. their friends are too aware of the implications. of the statistics. the signs.
or whumper tells on themself, during a later confrontation, forcing whumpee between revealing that it was rape or letting their team think they willingly slept with the enemy. or whumpee isn't even there when whumper simply just... admits it to whumpee's friends. so whumpee can't defend themself in the moment.
or, again, a triggered whumpee. but with hallucinations or nightmares instead. hallucinating whumpee says things to a whumper that isn't there anymore, begging them to stop, and immediately have to reckon with the reveal when their friend brings them back to reality. a sleeping whumpee is watched over by their friend, and when whumpee starts crying and begging in their sleep, the friend taking vigil has to decide whether or not to tell whumpee that they know what really happened.
they know.
and, just like the assault itself, whumpee has no choice in that. their autonomy was stolen from them... and the only thing they had left- their privacy, the choice in who knows and who doesn't and how they say it, the only choice they have in all this mess- is quick to follow.