Hi 👋. This blog is for everything whump-related I like. No specific tropes bc i haven't found something I dislike yet but probably some recovery whump, living weapon.
#bposts for my posts, #bwrites for anything I've written. ive listed things i've written below.
I HAVE A PLOT IN MIND AND THINGS ARE BEING WRITTEN I SWEAR THERELL BESTUFFS IN THE FUTURE:
Commander: X, Names
Where the big evil scary commander of the kingdom was really just a slave and the resistance wants to be better and they can't just execute him - right? They have to teach him how to be a person.
Raised: Rescue, Welcome Home, darting, Leave it , Welcome Home (take II)
Vampire raised as a slave in a country of humans, brought to a multispecies country and abandoned. In the care of the people who found him.
Nathan: Welcome
Slave being brought home and discovering what life with his master is like <3
Hound: boring, Technically Successful.
Guard who was sacrificed for his young master, got released, and now has to learn how to live normally.
One shots (technically. for now.) :
Happy Birthday : vampire whumper tries to do something nice for their pet <3
Dinner : Whumper tries to be nice and feeds whumpee.
Yes, sir: War prisoner who maybe finally broke. Someone should really teach him that that's not what his orders are.
Made: Either you do it or I make you. I don't mind either way so I'll let you choose. am I not kind?
the sun is a deadly laser: ex-hunter fledgling has a bad experience with the Sun and is Very Scared of her sire.
Yes, Your Majesty: Royal whump. King whumpee and gray eminence whumper, who is very displeased at having been opposed. publicly.
Lesson: wealthy influential family decided to go against the family of assassins. someone teaches them a lesson. 😇.
Whumpee who is always redirecting whumper's cruelty towards them.
Whumper's feeling sadistic and about to try targeting someone? Whumpee is suddenly on the verge of tears, the most tempting target in range. Whumper is frustrated, wants someone to put down? Whumpee displays uncharacteristic defiance, clearly needing to be taught a lesson. Whumper feels unloved and is at risk of making it someone else's problem? Whumpee is there, maybe apologising for not loving them enough, or maybe telling them no one loves them to provoke anger at whumpee instead, or maybe even offering their body.
Always, whumpee is there, redirecting, manipulating, doing damage control.
Whumpee who is always redirecting whumper's cruelty towards them.
Whumper's feeling sadistic and about to try targeting someone? Whumpee is suddenly on the verge of tears, the most tempting target in range. Whumper is frustrated, wants someone to put down? Whumpee displays uncharacteristic defiance, clearly needing to be taught a lesson. Whumper feels unloved and is at risk of making it someone else's problem? Whumpee is there, maybe apologising for not loving them enough, or maybe telling them no one loves them to provoke anger at whumpee instead, or maybe even offering their body.
Always, whumpee is there, redirecting, manipulating, doing damage control.
Absolute favourite thing is when Whumpee doesn’t understand what’s happening — they remember Whumper, and then they were here, in this bed, laying broken and helpless. Nothing hurts anymore, but the stabbing pain is replaced by wires and tubes and a strange, fuzzy feeling in their head. “Wh’s this for?” They ask, and Caretaker gently explains that the tube going into their arm is an IV, giving them medicine to help the pain, and some nutrients to help them recover. “Feels weird, tho.” Well, that’s the meds going in, sweetie. It’s okay. But they finally rest, and the questions come again. What’s this? Why do I feel weird? Where am I? Where’s whumper? Caretaker answers again and again but Whumpee is so out of it, they don’t understand. they don’t retain that information.
Whumper and whumpee are in a car. It is dark outside and the road is narrow and bordered by bushes. Everything seems to be silent, not even the wind daring to make a noise as the vehicle cuts through it.
"Tell me you love me."
Although the whumpee wants to obey, after last night's abuse the words take a little longer to form. Whumper turns off the car's headlights so that ahead of them is only darkness.
"Say it."
The car speeds up. There is only a metre or less of visibility up front.
"(whumper), please-"
Whumper clenches their teeth, "I won't let anyone else have you."
"I love you," whumpee finally chokes out, flinching at every bend of the road. The car is going far over the speed limit. If anyone else rolled up ahead, they wouldn't see it in time.
"You aren't being genuine now."
"Please, slow down," whumpee raises their voice as much as they dare, "I mean it. I really do."
The hands on the wheel tighten as the car swerves around yet another perilous bend.
"(whumper), I love you," whumpee says over and over like a prayer. They don't, not really, but they are ready to say anything to not end up a mess of broken limbs when the car eventually crashes. They know whumper would do it, too - that was the worst part.
Finally, whumper glances over at whumpee, just for a second. Their face softens.
"I love you too."
The car begins to slow down gradually, gently, until finally they are at a speed that lets whumpee relax ever so slightly. Now, whumper can afford to look at whumpee longer. They shoot whumpee a fond look.
A loving one.
"Thank you," whumpee stammers out. Now, they have to do anything to stop whumper from snapping again. It was a thin treshold easily crossed.
"You can show me how just thankful you are when we're back at the hotel," whumper replies with a small smile that makes whumpee's skin crawl, "Don't worry, it won't be long now."
When whumpee is forced to bend over/lay down on a piece of furniture and the whumper starts pulling at their clothes they assume they're about to be beaten only to be in for an even more unpleasant shock.
the denial is so chewy, like. they know something bad is about to happen. their clothes are being pulled off, they're being stripped. and they don't know, they can't know what's going to be done to them. they think they're going to be beaten. maybe they even have been forced over or pinned to furniture like this and beaten before.
but it doesn't go like that. and there's the question of how long the denial lasts - and how much they blame themself for it after. maybe they'd have fought harder if they could've acknowledged what whumper was going to do to them. maybe they could have stopped it. they shouldn't have just lain there, bracing for pain, and waited for it to happen.
it was bad enough that they were ready to just take a beating. they were so used to it, so ready to just let it happen, and then they let this happen instead. that probably means they deserved it, right? they could have fought at all.
One squirming uncomfortably, face averted, wishing to be anywhere else but not daring to draw too much attention to themselves.
One straining to break free, eyes narrowed, maybe even teeth bared and ready to snap at whoever comes close.
One thrashing desperately, caught in mindless panic.
One limp with exhaustion, held upright only by the restraints but nonetheless glaring when their head is lifted.
One stiff and still, anxiousness still in the process of being carefully concealed.
One trying for relaxed, dismissive, complaining of discomfort with forced lightness.
One actually relaxed, waiting patiently for nothing in particular, knowing only that everything is out of their hands and thus no longer their concern.
One who seems barely present at all, unfocused gaze somewhere on the ground, body limp as their mind seeks sanctuary far away.
One defeated, tired in a way that strikes others as profoundly sad, wishing, like the first, to be elsewhere, but with no illusion of hope.
possessed whumper. maybe whumpee's a friend who knows but doesn't want to tell anyone what's happening bc it'd just ruin whumper's life. maybe whumpee's a stranger who somehow figured out what the thing inside whumpe is - who could feel it and the fear was almost enough. maybe the thing inside whumper lets them take over to care for the wounds their body caused. maybe whumper's enjoying the excuse being possessed gives.
Whumper backhanding Whumpee every time they speak, so Whumpee has to stay completely silent.
Whumpee A knows some sensitive, confidential information and Whumpee B is A's [insert relationship type here], so Whumper kidnaps both and tortures B to get A to talk.
Whumpee is on the floor, lying on their side. Whumper walks up to them and kicks them HARD. Whumpee wraps their arms around their middle, curling up protectively.
Whumpee being presented to Whumper by henchmen. Whumpee is standing in front of Whumper with their hands tied behind their back. Henchman aims a kick at the back of Whumpee's knees, causing them to fall to their knees painfully. Henchman puts a strong hand on Whumpee's shoulder, preventing them from getting back up.
Whumpee sharing the whump with Caretaker. Whumpee, still very traumatised, struggles to get it out. Caretaker patiently waits and gently reminds Whumpee that they don't have to talk about it if they're not ready.
Whumpee A is an older sibling, and Whumpee B is a younger one. They are both locked in a cell. Whenever Whumper or a henchman comes in, A pulls B behind them, hiding their younger sibling protectively
Whumper is constantly touching Whumpee - pulling their hair, grabbing their chin, resting their hands on their waist, squeezing their thighs.
Whumpee has magic and is kept in a cell where the bars are made of a thing that weakens them (gives them headaches, makes their body weak, chronic pain etc). They can't touch the bars because it burns them. Whenever they get taken out, they are tortured, humiliated, hurt in some way. When they get put back in their cell, they get hit with more pain. They get no relief.
yeah kidnapped and broken whumpee who struggles to go back to normal and is so frustrated with themselves for not being able to break the dumb-stupid-rules whumper taught them despite knowing rationally what being a normal human being entails is good.
but conditioned whumpee who was raised as a punching bag or living weapon or human pet or whatever and raised from birth into the lifestyle, who is frustrated with themselves for not being able to just follow the new principles they were taught, who struggles to fit their worldview with the actual world and who will probably always see their new life as doing what Caretaker wants is so so much better.
Two stoic whumpees, very different from another. A whumpee whose stoicism is born of defiance versus one whose is born of desensitisation. A stoic whumpee with a steady glare versus one with a lowered head and expressionless face. A stoic whumpee who won't cry out because they won't give their whumper the satisfaction versus one who stays silent because silence is obedience.
Knight with a house crest carved into their backs. An order where all members have their tongues pierced with a jewel that burns should they lie. Body modifications that are not even possible outside of fantasy.
something about the sound of a belt buckle being undone aggressively makes whumpee flinch every time. they never know what it means but they cower all the same and whumper finds that just so beautiful.
whumper who brags about what whumpee was going to do in life in front of guests (whumper’s friends who are just as fucked up as him) to remind whumpee of everything he took from her
“she was going to medical school, just finishing up her undergrad, how many days did you have left?”
“…17” whumpee would reply, clenching her jaw, looking away, unable to hide her disdain for him
“mhm… and she used to do plays at her university, what a pretty little actor she was, real good too and now…” he would get up and grab whumpee’s face roughly “now she can’t even play pretend to save her life from me”
Supervillain captured Hero to learn some things, and Hero gets to watch how they treat the loyal Villain.
The silence felt loud. Intense and stifling, the way it was after an explosion; when everyone stood still and waited for the dust to clear. Villain blinked the tears away, still on the floor. The shame stung, but it was no reason to give Hero more munitions. They moved slowly, quickly assessing their state – nothing broken, probably no concussion and a cheek burning almost on par with their pride.
They straightened and the world tilted, the silence broken suddenly by the tap tap of their blood hitting the floor. They tilted their head back, hand rising to pinch their nose. They couldn’t help the sigh, or the muttered curse.
“So that’s how it is.”
Nothing even close to smugness in Hero’s voice but Villain couldn’t take it.
“Shut up.” Their voice sounded weird, so they let go of their nose, wiping the blood with the back of their hand. It was already starting to heal, anyway. And Supervillain never liked it when they acted like they were hurt.
“I thought I’d be the torture victim here.”
They turned to look at him, snarling this time. “Shut up.” Hero was standing behind the bars, the same spot he had been in when Villain had started to pester Supervillain. He wasn’t smiling for once, something heavy in his frame. Maybe the situation was finally dawning on him. His mouth curled with something indescribable.
“I understand your usual lack of wit. I assume it comes with constantly being hurt?”
Villain wasn’t stupid enough to enter Hero’s cell in their current state, wasn’t even willing to approach the bars. They threw their arm forward, hoping the threat of power would shut Hero up. Their shoulder didn’t hurt enough to be dislocated but they still had to grind their teeth.
“You will be quiet or I will make your stay here absolute hell.”
Villain had been ordered to stand guard of the cells and that wouldn’t be possible if Hero didn’t shut up. Hero scoffed and muttered something under his breath that Villain didn’t bother deciphering. Still, he moved farther away from the bars to sit with his back to the wall.
Villain took position and waited for Supervillain to return.
***
“Rumours are you and Supervillain are lovers.”
Villain glared at Hero. They were to guard him until a bargain had been struck between the heroes and Supervillain, and each day felt worse than the precedent. There had been no rescue attempt to thwart, no escape to stop, no spirit to break. Just a hero who didn’t shut his mouth no matter what Villain said. They stayed quiet – they wouldn’t get dragged into another conversation.
“Which is weird, because next to how they treat you, why, it looks like we’re practically dating.”
“You know nothing.” Quiet. They would be quiet.
“I know the way to the nearest shelter. Probably.”
They turned just enough to glare at Hero, who raised his hands innocently.
“You’re not nearly that talkative when Supervillain’s here.”
Unknown if they’d rather Hero shut up when it was just the two of them, or talk just as much to Supervillain. Probably rhe latter; maybe Supervillain would get what they wanted and be less frustrated – or maybe they’d teach Hero to shut the fuck up until addressed.
“They’re not a domestic abuse victim, are they? They don’t need to hear anything from me.”
Villain snarled again, startling back and away from the- the nonsense sprouted in front of them.
“It’s- I am not a domestic abuse victim. Supervillain and I are not- Stop speaking nonsense. Stop speaking.”
They could say that, at least. Hero looked them up and down for a few instants of blessed silence. They looked... assessing, eyes stopping on the spots of blood Villain has given up getting out of their clothes.
“Just a victim, then? Or is this workplace abuse?”
Villain turned away then. Hero was too antagonistic, too frustrating. He acted as if he knew everything, so sure of him. It felt disgusting.
And still he was so happy. Witty. Talking back to Supervillain and keeping the information he had to himself. Frustrating them for no apparent reason – they’d only get out if they or their friends conceded.
***
Villain didn’t even have to brace. Every talk Supervillain came to have with Hero, they were spending tense beside Supervillain. Hero was always – taunting. Edging on insulting them. Villain didn’t bother listening to his words anymore; the tone was enough. Watching Supervillain from the corner of their eyes was enough.
They heard the snarl and were already tense enough to take the hit without being sent flying – pretending to be weak never went well. Hero was always taunting and never dealing with the consequences of his actions – always Villain. The power dampeners meant a hit from Supervillain could kill him, and this was a safehouse with non-reinforced walls, that would crumble under his fists. Villain could take it. Would heal from it, at least.
It was still frustrating to watch the stupid little smirk on Hero’s face as he egged Supervillain on. There was something mean in it now, and this time Villain braced.
“Think I’ll fold at the sight of violence? When I know you can’t do anything to me?”
Supervillain’s hand on their shoulder tightened and Villain had to bite their lips to hold back a whimper that would have distracted them. They could feel the bones grinding and crumbling and healing and grinding and crumbling and again, a spasmodic pain much harder to take than the usual. They folded, accidentally dropping out of Supervillain’s grip.
The sound of their knees hitting the floor startled them and they thought to look up. Hero’s eyes were hard, something suddenly taut in their posture – but Supervillain’s Villain could barely bring themselves to meet.
“You’ll regret those words.” To Hero, without looking away from Villain. “Get over yourself. Up.” Villain shuddered, jolting their still-healing shoulder, and forced themselves to move up. Supervillain’s hand clamped down on their shoulders again, dragging them out of the room.
Villain only looked back at Hero to glare, and he wasn’t even looking.
***
Supervillain took them to the basement. Villain had been taken off guard duty, and it was great to not have to listen to Hero’s nonsense. Supervillain’s hand was on their shoulder again, grip lax this time. Villain tried to relax into the warmth – it usually felt rewarding.
They stumbled a little when Supervillain changed pace, their grip suddenly tightening. It prevented their fall and they were sincere with their thanks. Hero scoffed, something knowing in their gaze.
The grip didn’t relent as they moved closer to the cell’s door. It relaxed only when Supervillain had opened the door – to have use of both their hands against Hero – and then Villain was inside and out of their range.
A slam and villain glanced back, unsure. The door was closed, Supervillain on the other side.
“There. As agreed. Always a pleasure to deal with heroes.” The sneer alone was enough for Villain to tense, and it was worse when it turned towards them. “Be a dear, Villain. Stay until his little friends arrive.”
They stared. Agreed automatically. They weren’t that good a fighter, but they could take it. Were good at escapes. Would take it since Supervillain had obviously negotiated something involving them.
“…Bye, Supervillain.”
Supervillain casually waved, already walking out. “Don’t kill each other.”
The silence lasted for a while. Probably long enough for Supervillain to have climbed into their car and driven away. They’d drop the coordinated once they were far enough, most likely.
“…My teammates will be here soon enough. Don’t worry, Villain. We won't wait for long.”
Villain scoffed. They were the farthest thing from worried. “I’m ready for them.”
Hero was staring, leaning against the opposite wall. They still had the power dampeners on, which meant that for once Villain was the strongest one in the room. They tried to force the idea to sound comforting. There was something sad in their eyes that Villain didn’t bother to decipher as they took position to guard the door.
