gotta love that whump

kay, she/her, 25, lover of just about all whump, 🏳️‍🌈

[maelkirr]

Touch-starved Pet vs. touch-averse master….. Pet wins 🧸

Version without Angel wearing a blue tutu is on my twt/bsky accounts, linked in my masterpost!

[abp0rns]

Hello! I'm sorry if someone already ask this.. But I'm always wondering how you draw any sex pose in your art. Is it from video or there's reference or website for it? I want to learn so I can draw my favorite ship with some pose (Im trying with my imagination but it's pretty hard) haha😅

I use the website vintage8mmporn to find nsfw references and this is my main source but I have other sites I use which are listed in the FAQ of my carrd and in the pinned post of this profile.

[the-bloody-sadist]

Why own a pet when you can own Dazai 🎀

Gift art for a special someone!

Full on Twitter and bsky

[nonconwhump]

Thinking of whumper who talks whumpee through an assault. Physically they are violent and rough, but the words leaving their mouth are almost.. sweet. Soft cooing and words of encouragement said between each thrust.

“Shh. You’re okay.”

“You’re doing so good, whumpee.”

“So good to me. Just like that.”

Something about the contrast between whumper’s soft words and their brutal actions.

[weibun-art]

𝖔𝓁𝖉 𝖔𝒸 𝖘𝓀𝖊𝓉𝖈𝒽𝖊𝓈 𝒻𝖗ℴ𝖒 𝟐0𝟏8!

I was looking through old art folders and remembered this whump oc I made (way before I ever heard of whump). hes a wrong-place-wrong-time back alley science experiment that gets turned into a werewolf...via ˚｡⋆~science~⊹ ࣪ ˖

i remember this was an era where I really wanted to have a more defined art style so i was doing lots of intentional style experiments. tbh i still dont know if ive got a style I like yet but i feel closer than i was 7 years ago.

back then I was way too embarrassed to post any of this type of art. tbh I still am but I do it anyways bc you guys seem to like it.

[pallegina]

*uses an em dash and a colon in the same sentence* we're done when i say we're done.

[triacanthos]

I don’t even have anything to say for myself with this one ٩(｡•ω•｡)و

[ylieke]

🖤I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU🖤 Chapter 1 Pages 50-52 Author: @eternal-fear Artist: @ylieke The end of the chapter one (p.57-59) is avalible for my subscribers in TELEGRAM here. Thank you so much for those who have already subscribed🤗💖

All pages of the comic in the right order published so far you can read HERE.

[scuteagenda]

Køter

[survivesurvivingwhump]

Thinking about an enemy with a grudge against a whumpee, who accidentally ends up as a kind of caretaker just by not being actively evil.

Like, they think they're rightfully punishing whumpee by imprisoning them, but whumpee is just enjoying having a bed, regular meals, and no one touching them. Might fit well with a living weapon whumpee.

oh that’s really fun… especially with a living weapon whumpee who they maybe don’t KNOW has been through all that. the thinking they’re keeping people safe by locking this person up, keeping an eye on them until they know what to do. but whumpee is just… so grateful they’re being fed and not beaten and not touched. they’re safe in a way they haven’t been for a long time. maybe never have been.

and slowly their captors piece this together. what whumpee had been expecting. what they’re so grateful for hasn’t happened. and things get… a lot more complicated.

[nyaona]

whumpee who’s more violent than whumper. they bite, scratch, hit, scream. whumper absolutely adores it. especially when those screams start to die out as they inflict a harsher punishment than the last. whumpee’s voice gets raspy, starts to hurt. there’s blood dripping from their throat as whumper digs it into them.

“scream again and i’ll have your head rolling off. you’re a violent one, y’know that?” they say, taking the knife away and generously licking up the blood pouring from the wound. whumpee whimpers, still trying to struggle against the duct tape on their wrists. whumper sees this, and rips it off without warning. whumpee screams again, unintentionally this time.

the knife is once more pressed against their throat.

[whumblr]

Trade-off

"I'm not quite sure you realise what is at stake here," Whumper said, casually brushing a hand over the metal tools on the tray in front of him. He tipped lightly at one of the handles with his little finger, straightening them into a neat line, as one would with a line of pencils or cutlery.

"My life," Whumpee whispered. Their voice was soft but determined. Their eyes lingered over Whumper's hand and the tools at his fingertips that looked like something a dentist would use.

"Yes, your life. But not just in the way you think. Sure, you may lose it. I might slip. You could fall at just the wrong angle or bang your head. But I won't pierce your heart or put a bullet in your head."

Satisfied with his array of tools, Whumper stepped closer to Whumpee, bound in a chair, and loomed over them.

"I mean your life in the broader sense," he continued. "This will follow you-- haunt you for the rest of your life. In the form of trauma, memories, regrets, nightmares. Scars or injuries that, if you're lucky, won't hurt or won't cripple you in some way. But that will linger on your body and in your mind, keeping you up at night. Making you lash out, or grow numb, causing you to lose yourself and the people you care about. The way you regard them and how they will see you, will change forever."

He let a long silence linger in the air, giving Whumpee time to process everything he just said.

"Or..." he started, slowly, but pushed the tray away. "You could answer a few simple questions. And keep everything else that you have."

[survivesurvivingwhump]

whumper who very obviously specifically gets off on making whumpee cry. when they assault whumpee, it's always with the goal of making them cry, figuring out what will hurt them enough to do it, what will degrade or upset them enough to provoke tears, to cause them to sob. and then whumper getting noticeably more enthusiastic, worked up. moaning and telling whumpee how pretty they are when they cry, praising them for 'crying for me.' whumper who wants whumpee to suffer and relishes in the evidence of whumpee's pain and grief as they're violated.

[anothericarus]

so prince x knight is obviously great. but what about prince x knight from a different kingdom. not an enemy kingdom, mind you, that's got too much potential to actually have an emotional plot. no, no, i want to see a gay as fuck medieval sitcom where the plot is:

"you stole my favourite knight at the last conference what the fuck give him back"

"oh, your favourite is he? you don't even know his name!"

"you can't steal other people's knights!"

"well maybe if you took better care of yours and let it get new armour yearly like a responsible monarch he wouldn't have been so easy to steal!"

"fucking fine how about we call him and see who he goes to first"

and then the knight's just standing on the other side of the hall guarding a door that leads to an empty balcony (for enrichment) staring blankly ahead like :| because he got 7 different concussions at the joust today and is struggling to tell the princes apart.

[iheartblondetwinks]

the creature + his leaf Frankenstein (2025) dir. Guillermo del Toro

[whumpshaped]

"I know what you do for work."

"I know what you do for work."

Caretaker smiled at them, tilting their head a little as if to prompt them to keep going because they didn't fully understand. "What?"

Whumpee slowly let go of their fork, and it softly clanked against the plate they were eating mac n cheese from. Mac n cheese Caretaker had made them just a few minutes prior. And now they were... doing this. "I know. I'll just cut to the chase — I..." No. They couldn't. This was too much. Caretaker had helped them so much.

"What do you mean what I do for work?" Caretaker let out an awkward laugh. "You know what I do for work. I work as a nurse in the city hospital."

"I called them," Whumpee whispered. "They said you don't work there. I called because I wanted them to pass on a message one day, but they said you don't work there. Never worked there."

"I..."

"Don't. Don't. Just don't."

"Okay. So what do I do for work?"

Whumpee looked away. They weren't proud of this discovery. In fact, they felt awful.

"Hey..."

"Don't. Don't try to sweet talk me."

"I'm not trying to. I can just see that something has upset you."

"You have upset me."

Caretaker walked over and sat beside them. "But I didn't. Look... We don't have to do this. We can just go back to how things were before. I'm a nurse, that's why I knew so much about how to rehabilitate you here at home. I leave for work early in the morning and I come home in the afternoon. I have colleagues and friends. We don't have to do whatever you're trying to do."

Whumpee swallowed. "How could I go back to not knowing?"

Caretaker reached out and cupped their hands in their own. "Just pretend. Like I pretend every day. We're a happy family. Aren't we?"

[holidayinhell]

“Open your mouth.”

Whumpee hesitated. A flicker of defiance flashed in his eyes before being smothered by the weight of exhaustion.

He’d already lost once today. He knew resistance would lead to another beating. It wasn’t worth the fight.

Kneeling at Whumper’s feet, Whumpee reluctantly parted his lips.

“Good.” The tall man said approvingly. His eyes glinted as he took a drag from his cigarette, leaning forward for a better look at his seldom-behaved captive. Obedience was a good look on him.

“Good. Now wider.”

Humiliated, Whumpee forced his lips apart with all the strength he could muster. The burning flush of shame spread across his cheeks.

“Nice, Whumpee...” Whumper murmured. “Pretty teeth.” 

His gaze lingered on Whumpee’s parted lips, watching curiously as his tightened muscles began to quiver. 

Pungent smoke billowed from Whumper’s smile, filling the room with its suffocating haze.

Whumpee’s tongue started twitching from holding his mouth open for so long. His eyes darted away when he noticed Whumper lean even closer towards him, flinching as the man’s shadow crossed his face.

Pinched between two fingers, Whumper dangled his cigarette directly above Whumpee’s open mouth.

When enough soot gathered at the tip, he flicked the ash onto the Whumpee’s tongue.

“No. Don’t swallow.” Whumper commanded softly. “Keep your mouth open.”

The bitter taste of ash coated Whumpee’s tongue, burning against the back of his throat. His jaw trembled from the strain of forcing his mouth open, every muscle aching as he fought the urge to spit the disgusting mouthful at Whumper’s feet. Humiliation seethed through him, burning hotter than the ember of the cigarette.

He hated this. His survival depended on it, but this, being treated as furniture-- worse, an ashtray-- he fucking hated it. But he had no other choice.

With a forceful breath, Whumpee lifted his eyes, refusing to meet Whumper’s smug gaze.

Smoke curled lazily from the cigarette between Whumper’s fingers as he relished the spectacle of Whumpee on his knees in blissful, silent submission.

“Good.” Whumper purred. “Stay just like that.”

((more whump))