Finally mustered up some courage to make an intro post, haha.
Hi everyone, I'm Sleepy/Canis, (any pronouns). I just recently "officially" got into whump stuff. I've always like it, I just didn't know it had a name/community associated with it until like 2 months ago.
I do my best to tag everything so if you want to search for something/block a specific tag it should be easy enough. At some point I need to go through them and make a better system but I ALWAYS tag. Please lmk if I miss an important tag!
I'm also slowly working on an original story I'll post once I get the plot down. If you're someone that likes to help people brainstorm LMK cause the rubber duck method aint cutting it lmao
additional info under the cut >:3
Right now I'm really into
-noncon whump (not necessarily sexual assault, more violations of bodily autonomy, which still includes SA)
-rescue/recovery stuff
-illness (esp w/a caretaker doing their best to help)
-team whump/multiple whumpees/forced to watch etc.
-drugging
-manhandling
-restraints/gagging
-loss of control/brainwash/mindbreak
I don't know what my hard line is, but I know I'm not crazy about excessive gore or mutilation. Which isn't to say there can't be physical trauma, just that there's a level of detail i dont wanna read, y'know?
THIS BLOG POSTS 18+ CONTENT
and just because I've seen this mentioned by others: this is not a kink blog. I won't draw a hard line for followers because I can't actually stop anyone from following so I'm not gonna worry about it. Just please respect that many of the blogs I follow do not want to interact with kink content, so make sure the OP is okay before interacting, please?
AND DON'T BE AFRAID TO DM ME/SEND AN ASK, I LOVE INTERACTING WITH STRANGERS
panicked character desperately clutching onto the only person they trust.
face hidden in their neck. gasping for breath as they try to calm down from the spike of adrenaline. biting back a whimper when the other moves to stroke their head, trying to reassure them that everything is alright now, they're safe.
i love you whumpee who is so desperate to appear normal and act how everyone wants and expects them to act but cant help letting little things slip that all add up to make up the chilling picture that something happened to them. something has gone wrong. nobody knows how or why but theyre starting to get the feeling that the smile whumpee wears is less of an indication of happiness and more of a grotesque mask concealing the shattered glass of who they used to be.
Thinking about a stoic lady whumpee this morning. Trying her absolute hardest not to show pain, to hide how badly hurt she is. Because in the past she's felt like she has to be even tougher than the men in her group or she'll lose their respect.
But when she finally collapses, because she will, her new group gently tells her that they don't do that, that they want to know when she is hurt and needs help, that they care about her.
Whumper paused. They slid a hand back out from Whumpee's pants.
"What?"
It was the only thing Whumpee had said, if you don't count the general whimpering and whining they always made.
Whumpee's body was pinned over the desk, the edge cutting into their stomach, their head smashed down onto the hard surface. They bit their lip tight as their body shook violently, embarrassing gasps and pained noises desperate to escape them.
"Gag me," they repeated. "I'll be so much quieter. Please. Do it. I'll let you."
Whumper chuckled. Their hand danced up Whumpees back playfully, finger by finger.
"I like your screams."
Whumper pressed their body closer, crushing Whumpee further into the desk.
"Please," Whumpee begged. "Think of how I'll look. You'd like it."
Whumper hummed thoughtfully. "Gag you," they repeated. They laughed. "Okay."
Whumper turned them over roughly, slamming their back into the desk. They grabbed Whumpee by the jaw and shoved them on their knees.
With a free hand, Whumper unfastened their own belt.
"No, no, no, no! W-Wait!" Whumpee tried to move, but they could barely speak or struggle. Whumpers grip squeezed painfully, tight enough Whumpees teeth bit into their cheek.
Whumper paused.
"Oh. You didn't mean this?"
Whumpee tried to shake their head under the grip, unwanted whimpers escaping in wet sobs.
"You meant like a cloth gag, didn't you? Something to moan into?"
Whumpee stared up, eyes pleading into Whumpers. Whumper laughed.
"I see. That's funny."
Whumpers hand went back to their belt. They unfastened it fully, closing the distance between their lower half and Whumpee's face.
Okay but there's something so dehumanizing about strapping whumpee to a fucking machine that scratches an itch in my brain. The assault purely for the purpose of bringing whumpee pain, specifically for whumper(s) to get off to. The humiliation of being displayed like this. The feeling that whumpee isn't even worth enough for a human to touch them. The futility of there being no escape from the torment because unlike a human, a machine can never tire and can continue even as whumpee passes out.
WAHHH omg this is so horrifying...the idea of Whumper hooking Whumpee up to a machine and sticking around to watch, maybe literally getting themselves off, taunting Whumpee....then, maybe even worse, LEAVING Whumpee to suffer for as long as they want, until Whumper coming back into the room is a relief.....
And then in the aftermath, Whumpee wondering how they could feel so bothered by it when Whumper never even touched/violated them in the "traditional" sense.........
when the character in a violent anxiety induced frenzy is sedated and they shift from screaming clawing throwing things to just laying there and shielding their face from their allies am i right
i'm not one for crying in whump so much but a single tear rolling down their face as they realize that in just a moment, they're going to be totally helpless
I would like a moment of appreciation for non/dubcon whump.
Trying to have a romantic moment with Caretaker but all Whumpee can feel is Whumper’s hands all over them.
Newly rescued, delirious Whumpee trying to give Caretaker “favors” because they think they’ll be punished if they don’t.
Whumper who tells Whumpee how beautiful they look when they scream for help.
Caretaker who expects to find Whumpee in a dark cell, probably unwashed and starving, but instead finds them perfectly cared for, dressed in lingerie, and chained up near Whumper’s bed.
Whumpee who is kept on a leash at Whumper’s side at all times for easy access.
Whumpee who isn’t compliant enough so Whumper has them drugged until that’s no longer a problem.
Whumpee who doesn’t want Caretaker to know what Whumper did to them, so they never tell Caretaker what their rope burns are actually from.
Whumper who gets Whumpee intoxicated and convinces them that they actually wanted this and Whumper was doing them a favor by allowing them to have it.
We've heard about Whumper picking the youngest/smallest/weakest member from the Team. Or the Leader. Just the break the others as well.
I propose:
Whumper picking a member who doesn't stand out. They're not the strongest, not the weakest. Not the pillar of strenght for the Team. But... there is something about their gaze.
They're waiting, calculating. There is something cold and dangerous in their gaze. It... scares Whumper.
That is the one Whumper picks. They need to break this one, fast, or they'll be in trouble.
(Do they make it worse by getting this person out of the cell? Showing them more of the base? Leaving them with weapons nearby?)
The whumper had been meticulous with their planning, taking the whumpee’s abilities into account just to have the perfect cell- the perfect torture methods, the perfect everything. The whumper had invested too much to fail, and now they could finally enjoy the fruit of their labor.
My favorite trope is characters who don’t know what it’s like to be treated nicely, and how they react when they meet kind/decent/non-asshole people.
-the look of surprise when someone brings them a cup of tea, unasked for, just saying they thought they would enjoy it.
-breaking a glass on accident and panicking, expecting terrible, terrible things, but a caretaker just bumbles over with a broom, pulling on a pair of slippers and telling them not to move, not to step on anything.
-being given an unexpected hug, and stiffening, then melting into it.
-relaxing slowly, until one day they’re surprised at how comfortable they are with these new people.
-latching onto the roughest, meanest of the bunch, because that’s who they were familiar with, and the gruff, tough, scary person ending up softening up to them.
-always waiting for the other shoe to drop, even though it doesn’t.
-when someone says good morning to them first, and it startled them because they’re used to being ignored at best.
if you still want requests maybe a rescue whump scene where whumpee's metal restraints have to be cut away?
-@eternal-pain-and-suffering
Whump Scene #19: Metal Restraints
“Alright, hold still.” Whumpee whimpers and buries his face in Caretaker's chest.
“Ssh, it's alright,” Caretaker whispers. Their hand runs through Whumpee's hair, gently caressing them and keeping them still. “Don't look, yeah?”
Whumper had locked Whumpee in thick metal restraints and threw away the key. Their only option to free him is to cut him free. Team Leader is holding a big saw, specifically made to cut through metal.
“Please,” Whumpee whispers into Caretaker's chest. “I'm sorry… Don't…”
Team Leader pauses and Caretaker's eyes soften with pain. “Go on,” Caretaker whispers. “He's not all there right now. I think he thinks you're Whumper.”
Team Leader sets her jaw and adjusts her grip on the saw. “Gonna fucking rip Whumper apart,” she swears. She crouches, tries to catch Whumpee's eyes. “I'll be careful, Whumpee. Yeah?”
Whumpee incoherently mumbles into Caretaker's chest, and Team leader stands back up. The saw whirrs to life and Whumpee jolts, screams with fear into Caretaker's chest. His entire body is trembling as he tries to pull away, legs kicking out, screaming his throat raw.
"Be quick," Caretaker asks and Team Leader lowers the saw with a pinched expression. Once the metal is being cut, Whumpee freezes up until all restraints have been cut. As soon as he is free, he slumps forward.
Team Leader drops the saw and catches Whumpee with aching gentleness. "Got you now," she whispers and exchanges a look with Caretaker.
you know that thing a sick/injured whumpee does after swallowing where their mouth falls open in a gasp. yknow. like even a few seconds and the conscious effort to swallow deprives them of oxygen and they can't breathe, sweaty or feverish, eyes wide in panic, like they just can't get enough air? gulp, jaw drops, heavy short gasps, you know? i need to eat dirt
