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Holiday | 18+ | this is a WHUMP BLOG and you'll find no comfort here.

[holidayinhell]

Whump Writing Masterlist

(***asterisks = explicitly sexual and/or NC)

Drabbles (<1000 words)

I need it

Good Dog

Hunting

Tea

Morning Light

Went Too Far

Mistakes

Ashtray

Carewhumper

Failed Escape

Ask for it properly

Don't fight this

Too Far

Skettios

Game

Pills

Bartering

Caring

Do something

Dinner

Oneshots:

Short Cut - Whumper suggests he and Whumpee cut through the woods.

Failed Escape - Fearing for his life, Whumpee tries to escape his captivity, only for Whumper to drag him back.

The Laundry Room ** - Whumpee’s frustrations with being kidnapped hit a boiling point.

Heat Stroke - Whumper forces Whumpee to walk home in the desert heat.

Role Reversal *** - Whumpee turns the tables on Whumper and finds himself in the position of power.

Help Me - Whumpee is denied medical treatment.

Thesis Project - Whumpee volunteers to take part in an experiment to impress his crush.

The Table - Whumpee thinks he's the exception to the rule. He's not.

A Tough Lesson to Learn - Caretaker has gotten too close to Whumpee, Whumper’s personal bloodbag. The vampire master teaches his charge a lesson.

Hands Up - Whumpee managed to steal a gun, and backs Whumper into a corner.

Unexpected Visit** - Whumpee receives a late night visit from his old fuck buddy, Whumper. It takes a while for him to realize just how much Whumper has changed..... (vampire whumper/human whumpee)

Scream If You Want - Whumpee is holding out on Whumper...

Hunger - Whumpee is starving.

Merciless - Vampire Whumper attacks Caretaker.

Series:

Brutal Honesty - Part 1

Whumpee is held for ransom, and time is almost up.

Brutal Honesty - Part 2

Brutal Honesty - Part 3

Went Too Far - Part 1

Went Too Far - Part 2

The Price of Mercy***

Prompts:

Taunting Whumpee

Carewhump Prompts

Human Whumper / Vampire Whumpee

Intimate Whumper dialogue***

Intimate Whumper dialogue 2***

Feeding Whumpee

Noncon Whumper dialogue***

Forced Body Modification dialogue

Contextless dialogue

NSFW dialogue***

Nibbles:

(Like tiny prompts)

x - Do what's right

x - Feed him

x - Visit

x - Scared

x - Care

Miscellaneous:

Interview with Whumper and Whumpee***

(also, hey, if you run through this list and like 5+ posts please do consider following me, I post regularly! thank you!)

[holidayinhell]

someone sent me a badge! omg! I'm so out of touch with tumblr's features that I truly didn't realize this was a thing.

thank you anonymous, lovely person! you certainly don't need to spend any of your hard-earned dollars on me but I am so incredibly flattered. I've got my lil typewriter, and I shall wear it with honor. :3

[holidayinhell]

Do you have any writing tips for new whump writers (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）

read, a LOT. this is the most sure fire way to improve your writing. poetry and short stories are my personal favorites, because authors illustrate a lot of detail without using too many words.

use language that's easy to read. don't use too many descriptors. ex, "piercing eyes" vs "his eyes were cold blue, icey, like the underside of an iceberg." it ultimately is up to you on how you want to build your story and your personal language but choosing specific adjectives and verbs will make your writing easier to comprehend. pare your language down as much as possible. sometimes it's easier to do this in the editing phase.

write now. make it pretty later. and fucking finish it, no matter how long it takes. fifteen half-baked ideas do not equal one completed product. gather ideas as you go, but keep it to bullet points.

be organized.

be inspired by EVERYTHING.

look for ideas in art. music you like. could be paintings, fan art. sometimes I watch anime or read manga/manwhas to get an idea for how I want actions to progress in my own stories.

and look.. my ultimate advice is to put good work into what you write. good work means you put TIME into it. read over what you wrote a million times, over the course of several days with fresh eyes. if you're satisfied, publish it and don't look back.

I am so humbled you came to me asking for advice :3 you have no idea how good that makes me feel. I'm excited to read what you come up with!!

[holidayinhell]

is it true that hurt/comfort prompts are banned here😭

I'm coming around to it... but more times than not it's going to be a Bad Ending.

[holidayinhell]

hey miss/bro, im not really sure how to put this but you write like, really elegant noncon?

<33333

THANK YOU!!!! I'm like, if you're gonna do it, might as well make it artistic yet gratuitous yaknow.

hate to say it but it's my highkey favorite whump topic... I'm so glad you enjoy bc obviously it's not everyone's cup of tea. I've got so many new ideas cooking in my brain!

[holidayinhell]

just wanted to say that your writing is soooo good! Literal eye candy and the drabbles you do just scratch an itch that everything else can’t

you are one of the best whump writers out here, keep up the amazing work

Take care <3

thank you so much!! these praises really fuel me to keep going <3 ngl, I've hit a wall recently with work stuff and a big move to another state (hence the silence on my end) but I'm really hoping to get back to it soon.

I adore you, I hope you have an amazing weekend :~)

[holidayinhell]

if anyone wants drabbles/prompt requests/whump dialogue -- my inbox is open!

I'm gonna be around all day and it's raining so HIT IT

[holidayinhell]

Shit, he won’t stop bleedin’. I dunno if we should bother stitching him up…

[holidayinhell]

love u holiday

<3 !!

these lil notes bring me such joy. thank you for taking the time to write this, stranger. I hope something made you smile today! sadistically or otherwise

[holidayinhell]

hello! question: what are your favorite ways (or any other ways you can think of) that a character gets kidnapped?

im working on a story and want some fresh ideas and inspiration.

thank you!! :D

heya bones, I got you! here's a couple ideas I brainstormed up:

Whumpee is invited to a raging party thrown by a friend. In the midst of the chaos, no one notices him slumped against the wall, trying to pretend he doesn’t exist. When they found out he went missing the next morning, the friend acts confused. They didn’t remember Whumpee attending the party at all... 

Whumpee is overworked and exhausted. After working a closing shift on his own, he gets his first moment to breathe all night. He enjoys the walk home until he feels the barrel of a gun press to the back of his neck. The man forces him to swallow a handful of pills, and drags him into the alley.

Whumpee answered the door to a stranger. Then he woke up here. That’s all he can remember.

Whumpee gets lured out of his hiding spot using some kind of bait. (an old friend? drugs? food?)

Somebody Whumpee trusts invites him over to their place. He doesn’t realize he’ll never get to leave.

feel free to use/expand on any of these ofc, I'd love to see what you come up with :)

[holidayinhell]

part 3 of Brutal Honesty is OUT. that means you're that much closer to reading something truly revolting- hooray!

[holidayinhell]

Brutal Honesty: Part 3

cws: strangulation, alludes to suicide attempt

part 1 || part 2 || this is part 3

“What the hell did you do?”

Smoke curled from his mouth, smearing the air beneath the buzzing lights.

“Get up.” He flicked the cigarette behind him. 

Eyes heavy from exhaustion, Whumpee rolled onto his side.

“What’d you use? The goddamn sheets?”

Whumpee shook his head. His eyes dropped to his lap. Slowly, he drew his shaking hand from his pocket and opened his palm, revealing a tangled knot.

Whumper snatched it away. “Where the fuck did you get this?”

“...my pants.” His voice was weak, and barely audible.

“That’s no good, Whumpee.”

Whumpee bowed his head.  “I know.”

“Pffft.” Whumper had to stifle his laughter. He walked over to Whumpee’s bed, dropping the Taco Bell bag on the floor as he leaned forward. “Let’s see the damage.”

He hooked two fingers into the shirt collar and yanked it down.

The flesh was dark where the cord had cut in, broken capillaries arranged in neat, crisscrossed lines over his throat.

A vein bulged above Whumper’s temple.

What a glorious fucking waste.

He drove both palms into Whumpee’s chest and followed the force down, climbing on top of him.

The back of Whumpee’s skull struck the metal bed frame where the pillow had fallen with a sharp, hollow clang. The sound flooded his ears, his vision exploding in stars.

“Do you know what you fucking did?”

Whumpee bucked and thrashed, arms flailing, trying to squirm free. Blind and desperate, he swung his fist, knuckles connecting with Whumper’s cheekbone.

It felt like a solid punch. But it didn’t slow him down. 

Whumper didn’t hesitate. One hand closed around both Whumpee’s wrists and drove them overhead, the mattress dipping under their weight.

“Damn it!” Whumpee cried, twisting, muscles screaming. “Get off—get off!”

Whumper’s other hand slid down, hooking his fingers under the elastic waistband.

“These’ve gotta go.”

“No—fuck—!” Whumpee shrieked. “Get off me!”

The sweatpants snagged around his ankles until Whumper tore them free with a sharp yank, balling the fabric in his fist.

“These,” he snapped, “are a fucking liability.”

He hurled them into the corner like garbage.

Whumpee lunged for the thin sheet at the foot of the bed and yanked it over his bare legs.

“I could’ve just taken them off,” he muttered, his voice scratchy and faint. “Asshole.”

“Should I take this away too?”

He ripped the billowy fabric away. Cold rushed in as it drifted to the floor.

“You wanna sleep naked tonight?”

Whumpee’s jaw tightened. “No,” he huffed.

“Good.”

Whumper stood back, finally getting out of Whumpee’s face.

He stood there a beat too long, breathing through his nose.

Fuck. He hoped the other couldn’t tell how exhausted he was.

“You emo little shit.”

He lowered himself onto the cot next to Whumpee, the cheap springs screaming. The denim of his jeans scraped against Whumpee’s bare leg as he reached out for the Taco Bell bag slumped on the floor.

Whumpee shivered and pulled his knees to his chest, edging away from the warmth of the other man’s legs.

“I just wanna go home,” he muttered into his knees. “I wanna leave.”

Whumper pawed through the soggy fast food bag.

“Don’t make me stay here.” Whumpee’s voice broke apart. “Please.. don’t make me… god…”

Whumper selected one of the cold tacos wrapped in thin, soggy paper and offered it to him. “Here. I think this one’s a Crunchwrap.” 

Whumpee stared back blankly, and blinked.

“No? There’s some other stuff in here too. Burritos, uh, some soft tacos and whatever. But, you know Mexican food. It’s all basically the same shit.”

Whumpee shook his head, but Whumper didn’t take no for an answer.

“The icee is a Baja blast."

He turned his face away.

“Don’t want anything.”

“I got all this shit so you could pig out, Whumps. It’s kind of a special day for you. Might as well enjoy it.”

“Whumper…” He started and stopped. 

“I know there’s…” It took everything he had not to break apart. “Some part of you that cares. Ah- about me.”

Whumper sighed.

“Not this.”

“Please,” his hollow voice shook. “Please, listen. If I get out of this, I-I want you to know, I won’t say anything.”

He munched on a cinnamon twist, the same texture as a styrofoam packing peanut. “I know you won’t.”

“Whumps.” Whumper exhaled, flicking the sugar off his fingers. “Even if I wanted to, there’s no way. Your ransom is too public.”

“I will never get you in trouble.” His ice cold hand clutched above Whumper’s elbow. “You’ve been kind to me.”

“Have I?”

His lips twisted into a slow, sharp smile.

“How ‘bout the time I beat you so hard you pissed yourself?”

Whumpee swallowed, eyes dropping. “That was a long time ago.”

“Don’t forget. You tried to kill yourself last night.”

“...I don’t care about that.” A tear streaked his cheek. “I mean it. I’d never tell anyone about you.”

“Mmn. So you say.” 

It was almost funny, how oblivious Whumpee was to the larger situation at hand.

Really, ending things would put both of them out of their misery.

His eyes traveled to Whumpee’s neck and he couldn’t resist anymore--

He wrapped his huge hands around him.

His fingers pressed down experimentally at first, his grip overlapping the bruises.

Whumper’s eyes shone with delight. Oh how he’d like to…

“Do it.”

Whumper’s nostrils flared as he drew in a powerful breath.

“Do it!!”

His hands squeezed down. 

Heat washed over him and the world narrowed. He felt the sinewy tunnel of Whumpee’s throat come pinched to a close in his grasp, the bruised flesh bulging between the gaps of his fingers.

He felt where the cartridge twisted into the muscle. All it took was a little more pressure…

Whumpee’s eyes rolled back.

He didn’t kick or claw. His hips bridged helplessly into the air.

Whumper let go.

Whumpee sagged forward, hacking, air rasping into his lungs with wheezy pulls. Coughing, he rubbed at the outside of his bruised throat. His hands stayed there defensively, limp and shaking.

Boneless, the frail man slid against the wall.

Their eyes met.

Six weeks of exhaustion, fear, and restraint passed between them in a single look.

It was almost done. The both understood, silently, that whatever twisted relationship they’d built together had finally met its brutal end. 

Soon they could both sleep.

Whumper was the first to speak.

“Here.” He fished around the inside of his jacket, pulling out a pen and folded piece of paper.

His voice was disarmingly gentle. “For your letter.”

Whumpee accepted the folded sheet of paper, tears flooding his eyes. Inhaling sharply, his voice scratched, “Are you leaving?”

“Yeah. So you can write your letter.” He got up off the cot and stood.

“You just got here.”

“Mm. I’ve got a lot of shit to do.” Whumper put the pen in Whumpee’s hand. “And you wanted to do this, remember?”

 Whumpee stared at the paper, then back at him.

“Are you coming back?”

“Sorry. I really can’t take any more of it.”

Whumper crossed the room to the door, scooping up the discarded sweat pants crumpled on the floor.

“I’ll leave the food. Eat something, okay.” 

“Please don’t go.”

He cracked one last smile. “You’re a sweet thing, Whumps.”

 “I’ll be back early,” he said, already turning away.

The beam of light narrowed as the heavy door pulled closed for the final time.

[holidayinhell]

practicing Whump doodles!

[holidayinhell]

"I’d rather fucking die."

"Okay."

Holds a knife to his throat.

"Lean into it, then."

[holidayinhell]

nsfwhump dialogue- bad caretaker + whumper

18+

Whumper

I never get used to seeing you like this.

This isn’t your first time having something up your ass, is it? But it'll be the first time for real.

It's no fun if you don't fight back a little. C'mon Whumps, entertain me for a bit...

Did you actually just piss yourself?

Haha. Disgusting.

God damn it. Look what you did. You came all over my sweater.

How's my cock taste?

Fuck him until he screams, Caretaker, or I'll gut him like a fish.

You’re gonna endure every second of this. You’re gonna be awake and present--stop closing your eyes. Stop begging.

Are you actually resisting? Haha. Cute

You like it, I can tell. Too bad… now I have to make it hurt.

Yeah. That’s the face I wanted to see again.

Caretaker / Bad Caretaker

I wish you didn't do that.

You don’t need to worry yet. I’ll tell you when the pain’s coming.

I said... wider. If I feel your teeth again, I swear to god...

It's okay for you to have a crush on me. Just... don't make it my problem.

If you want things to go well for you, here’s a hint: do what I tell you.

Hey. You don't have to run away.

Shh.. if you hold still this won’t hurt as much.

This is what happens when you don't do as you’re told.

Why would you cry over something like this?

Lie back down, Whumpee. Seriously. I don't wanna have to make you.

I can't help it anymore.

You're really gonna keep resisting?

Crying's not gonna get you anywhere.

God, I didn't want to hurt you.... but I had to fuck something...

[holidayinhell]

"Don't you have anything for the pain?"

"You can scream."

[holidayinhell]

"Quit acting like that."

"What?"

"Like you ever cared in the first place. Give me a break."