Whumpy Sideblog

Whump and prompts. I like torture, fear, comfort, noncon, and people loosing control of their powers and going berserk.

[survivesurvivingwhump]

Whumper who's determined to make whumpee come over and over again until they're sobbing from overstimulation, begging whumper to stop (they do not). Bonus points if whumper uses this to tease whumpee about how wet/hard they are

whumpee can't even fight anymore. any ability to struggle, to try to force whumper off of them, is long since gone. they're exhausted and trembling violently, their body damp with sweat, and tears, and... other things. their whole body feels wrung out. they especially feel wrung out at the peak of their thighs, hot and uncomfortable and sensitive and aching. it hurts.

whumper is stimulating them, it should feel good, it did feel good no matter how much whumpee tried not to let it feel good. and it does. the pleasure is still there, sparks of arousal shooting through their exhausted, desperate body, but more than that it hurts and they don't want it.

they've done it already. they gave whumper what they wanted, they came, they came three fucking times already, it's been over an hour and whumper still won't-

"stop," whumpee begs. sobs. the rhythmic thrusting of whumper between their legs, the buzz of the toy stimulating them even further, expertly driving them towards another peak they don't want as if being forced to march with a gun to their head towards a destination they're terrified to each, doesn't even slow for a second. "stop. please. please, i c- can't do it again, i-" they break off into a humiliating moan that dissolves into heaving sobs. "please stop, please stop, please stop, stop."

"but look how much you like this," whumper coos at them. they put the vibrator down for a moment, stop their thrusts with their dick/strap as deep inside whumpee as possible, cupping them where they're wet/hard, covered in their own fluids. "i can feel how much you like this. you obviously want more. and lucky for you, i'm in a generous mood today."

[daggers-and-dangers]

"come on, baby, keep those legs apart for me," whumper purrs, thrusting further. pinned under them, whumpee feels their thighs pull apart wider in whumper's grip, their body arch off of the bed in desperation. whumper notices, and all they say, smirking, is "that's right, lift those hips for me love."

[waywardwhump]

The whumpee and caretaker are both held captive by a cruel, sadistic whumper.

The whumper singles out the whumpee for torture. They don't lay a finger on the caretaker, but they brutally beat the whumpee every day.

They force the caretaker to watch.

As the wounds pile on, never having the chance to heal properly because the whumper never stops, the caretaker starts begging the whumper to hurt them instead.

Helpless, desperate, they promise anything. Just let the whumpee have a break. Just please don't hurt them today.

The whumper smiles. They say that yes, of course, since the caretaker's been asking so nicely, they'd be glad to do as asked and switch them out for a while.

But the whumpee has to want it, too. The whumpee has to say that they want the caretaker to be hurt in their place.

The caretaker's eyes land on the whumpee, shivering on the floor and barely able to move. "Please. Tell them you want me to be hurt."

There's silence. In that silence, the caretaker's heart aches, because they know what the whumpee's going to say.

"N...no. Don't hurt them."

"Please! You can't take much more of this. I can't stand watching you suffer!"

"...no."

The whumper chuckles, and kicks the whumpee's side. They shoot the caretaker a merciless grin. "Well, you heard them. The answer is no."

[whumpitisthen]

During torture, Whumpee starts feeling like they're about to die. There's just so much blood, and everything hurts, and they're dizzy and weak, and Whumper doesn't look like they're going to stop.

"I-I'm going to die... I don't want to die. Please don't kill me, you're going to kill me..."

Whumper only hushes them with another line of fire across their body, and holds closer their trembling form, their expression intense. — "Not yet. You'll stay alive for me. I know you will."

[doitbuckley]

you can tell a character is loved when their fans constantly wish immense physical and psychological harm on them

[whumpkinpie]

"When I'm finished..." Whumper breathlessly murmured in a coy tone against Whumpee's trembling lips, "You'll barely be able to stand me not being inside you." 

[bright-whump]

[[ cw implied noncon, irl kink/nsfw blogs + minors DNI ]]

"Are we making you feel good, pet? Hmm? Isn't this just what you wanted? Aren't we giving you everything you need?"

"Mmm...mmhm..."

"Oh...yes, I suppose that gag does make it a bit hard to speak...but based on the way this pretty body of yours is reacting, I'm just going to go ahead and take that as a yes."

[fuck-yeah-whump]

I feel like 50% of my love for whump comes from my lack of attraction being directed into other strong emotions, and the other 50% is just cuteness aggression.

[writingdose]

things I won’t let ai take away from human writers

em dash

“not x, not y, but z”

short sentence stacking as a stylistic choice

none of these belong to ai. these are all what human writers have been writing since day one, way before ai was invented. ai was trained to mimic how human writers write — so em dash, not x not y but z and short sentence stacking would never have been used by ai at all if ai hadn’t learned and mimicked them from human writers.

no, you are not “fighting against ai” by accusing every work that has em dash, not x not y but z or short sentence stacking in it as ai-generated, you are helping ai harm the writing community by engaging in witch hunt and scaring human writers away from creating/sharing their works for fear of being wrongly accused of using ai.

speculations, accusations and ai witch hunt harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Hey so I know we All Know This but I will NEVER be over a character being feverish and delirious and making No sense. I will never be over a glittery-eyed, shivering, distressed character weakly gripping another's arm and asking them questions they don't know the answer to, and probably don't mean anything at all. I will never be over characters calling out for people either long gone or right next to them, but unrecognizable in their delirium. I will never be over a character crying in frustration and fear over something in their head they can't explain to whoever is helping them, and all they can do in return is stroke their hair and shush them gently.

[fuck-yeah-whump]

Just blocked some blank blogs with default icons btw. I hardly ever check my followers on this blog, cause there's so many more than my other blogs combined

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

If you’re not white then ur probably Asian (which is basically white) or I*dian which is …

anon really said I am gonna be both racist and a coward since I need to hide behind anon too. everybody pity anon real quick

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: Implied captivity, caretaker-turned-whumpee, implied self-sacrifice.

"No matter what happens, you'll be safe," Caretaker reassured Whumpee, their voice trembling as they struggled to speak through the pain. They reached out to grab hold of Whumpee's arm; drawing them in a little closer. "You'll be safe. I've made sure of that."

"You've made sure of it?" Whumpee couldn't even keep the tremble out of their voice. "You've made sure of it - what the fuck does that mean?! Did you make a deal with those fuckers while we were separated?"

[nonconwhump]

🐌 whumpee waking up restrained, barely clothed. At first they're angry, struggling against the ropes and cursing through the gag, when they stop suddenly.

There's a mirror in the room, and they see the restraints for what they are. They've been restrained in a *very* compromising position. Maybe they're even on a mattress, and suddenly realise there's some objects on the bedside table. Condoms, a ballgag. They're left alone for a long time, their thoughts running wild.

When whumper finally comes in, all defiance is gone and whumpee stares in utter terror.

This is so so good cause one of my favourite parts to noncon are the moments leading up to it. Not that I don’t love the act itself. Woah who said that. But the realization of what’s about to happen always hits so good. Waking up half naked on a bed to then seeing condoms next to them.. It just makes it so explicitly clear what whumper’s intentions are.

ALSO. The MIRROR. Whumper making whumpee watch their own assault. So evil<3

[plasmodiumpyrexia]

When a character wakes up from a vivid nightmare about losing someone close to them and it shakes them to their core. No matter how much they tell themselves it was only a dream, they need to see B, hear B's voice, anything to be sure that B is alive and clear the haunting dream from their mind.

[survivesurvivingwhump]

whumpee being choked out during the rape, being viscerally reminded that their life is in the hands of someone who couldn’t care less about their well-being. maybe they even black out and wake up to it still happening. and of course afterwards, seeing the bloodshot eyes and bruised neck in the mirror knowing they have to find some way to hide it.

oh that’s so, so brutal, i love that. the sheer helpless terror of knowing that all they can do is hope whumper will let go before they pass out, before they die. and the thought of blacking out and coming to still being raped, oh my god. it seems endless. it’s never going to stop. and the intensity of direct eye contact while they’re being assaulted, choked, hurt so, so badly. it’s up close and intimate and devastating.

and the pain afterwards. not just having to hide the bruising and hope no one has questions about their bloodshot eyes, but the way their throat feels swollen and abused. the way speech is like choking on glass. the way any option for hiding the bruising could be so triggering, too - the pressure of a turtleneck, the hyperawareness of how easy it would be to seize the ends of a scarf and strangle them again. they’re chugging hot tea and trying to keep their head down, praying no one sees. no one asks questions.

[whumpologyy]

Whumper raping whumpee during a news coverage of whumpee being a missing person? Has this been done?

THIS IS INSANE. I LOVE THIS.

Everything hurt.

Whumpee's eyes burned from the brightness of the TV after the long hours locked in Whumper's dark closet. Their scalp ached from the tight grip Whumper had on their hair. Their back screamed from the position that Whumper had forced them into. But the worst pain was one Whumpee could barely bring themselves to acknowledge, radiating from between their legs throughout their body until they thought it would crack them right in half.

"Look at that." Whumper's voice was a groan as they raped Whumpee from behind. They yanked Whumpee's hair again to ensure they were looking at the television. "Look at everyone trying to find you. And they don't have a clue."

Whumpee bit their lip so hard they tasted blood. They screwed their eyes shut until Whumper smacked their hip, not breaking the rhythm of their own thrusts.

"I said look. I want you to see how bad they want you back. And how hopeless it is."

The television droned on: "....police ask that anyone that has any information about Whumpee's whereabouts call the tip line as soon as possible."

"Ha." Whumper hit them again. "They're not getting any calls, Whumpee. Not a single one. And you're not going anywhere."

The room filled with the sound of Whumpee's gasps, Whumper's satisfied groans, the terrible sound of skin slapping against skin -- and through it all, the news coverage of Whumpee's "mystery disappearance," pushing Whumper's God complex higher and higher.