Hii!! My name is Jenny and I am very happy you found your way to my blog. I’m pretty new to whump and I love writing stories. I am also very adhd and if I’m not hyperfocusing on writing it can get a bit slow so please be patient xd
But if you have any questions, suggestions or requests feel free to DM me!!
MASTERLIST ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
Story lines:
Plaything 🗝️
Simple concept, about a whumpee who gets kidnapped by a whumper and basically used as a human punching bag
Family 🍼
About a whumper who kidnaps triplets and forces them to live with him as his children
Rat 💉
Follows the story of an immortal whumpee, trapped in a laboratory
Omg!! I just saw ur recent reblogs and so im glad ur active again! I just wanted to let you know I’m a big fan of your writing and I hope your doing well :))
Hiiii! Thank you so much! I’ve been super busy in the past year and kinda abandoned writing. But I’m thinking of getting back to it tho… can’t promise I’ll be as active as I was back then T-T
but I’m glad you enjoy it! Motivates me a lot!! <3
Whumpee who doesn’t know who they are. Not in an amnesia sense or anything, but a “I don’t know what my favorite color is” kind of way.
Likes and dislikes, a personality of any kind wasn’t conducive to the life they had lived up until now, and it felt like they were starting from scratch.
Every decision takes seemingly forever as they searched through fragments of what little they knew about themselves. Did they want the blue toothbrush, or the green one? Did they prefer a hoodie or a sweater? Did they actually not care, or did they just not know?
Whumper putting a warm and strong hand on Whumpee's cold, naked shoulder. Their grip firm, somewhere between reassuring and controlling.
Whumpee's arms are stretched above them, their wrists tied together and held up by a rope. They're vulnerable, unable to shield any part of their exposed body. Their breath hitches as Whumper touches them, and they wish they could flinch away, put their arms down, in front of their body. But there is nowhere to go. So they slowly exhale and try to stay calm.
"Good, Whumpee," comes Whumper's voice, their breath warm on Whumpee's neck. Whumper lets their hand flow lower, tracing Whumpee's skin, the shape of their body. While the warmth could've been comforting, it just makes Whumpee want to vomit.
Whumper's touch doesn't hurt. It's almost gentle, the way they're holding Whumpee, holding their shoulder, their waist.
Whumpee almost wishes they'd just punch them instead. Hurt them.
Heyyyy. It’s been a while. I’m very sorry that I haven’t posted anything in so long. I’ve had a lot of trouble with classes and my private life in general.
My ADHD made me hyperfixate on whump when I first started writing andddd now it’s gone. And I can’t get myself to continue writing for now. I’m sorry but I hope it might come back to me sometime!
Anyone tagging me. Please continue, I read the posts still!
I hope you guys understand and I’m very sorry. Mwah 🫶🏻
Mary stares at her own reflection in the bathroom mirror. It’s unusual… this time… the effects of her last punishment were hard to spot from outside. But that didn’t make that punishment less brutal… not at all.
“Mary! Make me another coffee”
The girl gets pulled from her thoughts before she hurries to the kitchen, preparing another latte macchiato for master. Isaac likes his coffee with milk but no sugar. She prepares it almost perfectly every time.
Mary finishes the cup of coffee before she carries the cute mug with the three small kittens on top over to her master. It’s his favorite one, he got it for his birthday from his niece. She serves it with a small bow before Isaac chuckles, taking it from her.
“I love how peaceful it is… Nice and quiet. No complaining or questioning. Don’t you think?”
Mary doesn’t answer him, her eyes slowly shifting down on the floor.
“You should be grateful Mary. That someone finally shut you up for good. Your voice is so annoying”
The girl makes a small whimper, tears building up in her eyes. She wishes she could argue back, reply to him, tell him that he’s wrong… but she isn’t able to…
Isaac takes another sip of his coffee before he rises from his comfortable reading chair, taking slow steps towards the girl and gently grabbing her jaw.
“Open.”
He commands as Mary looks up at him, teary eyed. The girls bottom lip shivers before she opens her mouth, revealing the crusted, red muscle… or at least what’s left of her tongue.
Isaac chuckles before he lets go, stepping back to his chair and sitting down again before he picks up the mug, sipping.
“Say something. A few sentences.”
Mary whimpers before she opens her mouth. Trying to ask him what for. But only muffled words, wailing comes out.
Isaac makes another laugh, looking right in her eyes, motioning for her to continue.
Mary starts to cry as she continues to talk, attempting to get at least one normal sounding word out. But nothing works… her voice is gone… her soft voice is completely gone. She sounds ridiculous. Like a dying whale… or a squealing pig whenever her voice gets too high pitched from her sobbing.
And Isaac is enjoying every single second of her pathetic nonsense.
Hi could you possibly make a part two for Blood Orange Liqueur? I’d love to see how reliant Whumpee has to be on Whumper now. Thanks for being the best writer ever!!! <3
I hope you enjoy this!
Part 1
Blood Orange Liqueur II
"I-I can manage…"
"Shh…"
Whumper put Whumpee down on the chair gently. He must admit, the sight of him so vulnerable and weak made his heart flutter. Adding with the fact that Whumpee only wore an oversized hoodie and a pair of boxers. Whumper smiles, he would make sure Whumpee relied completely on him. Bound and helpless without legs.
But Whumpee felt an immense sense of guilt. He didn't want to burden Whumper anymore than this. Whumper would carry him everywhere around the house. That might be the biggest reward to be carried by his master but he also didn't want Whumper to hate him for being so pathetic. He wanted to be good.
"Remember the rules?"
Whumpee nodded obediently. He watched as Whumper crouched down in front of him while pulling out a sharp knife. He looked up at Whumpee expectantly.
"Don't flinch…" Whumpee started, his thighs went rigid as Whumper's hand landed on it, gripping on each sides. "Don't scream…"
Whumper hummed, he watched the fading scars on the latter's thighs and shook his head. He put the edge of the knife on Whumpee's skin and started carving it into his liking. Whumpee bit his bottom lip, trying to stifle any sounds that might come from him.
Few words were written there along with the trail of warm and soft blood.
Whumper pressed his index finger against Whumpee's lips, shushing him gently. "No, my dear. It's not the right time yet."
Whumper pulled away, putting the knife aside before cupping Whumpee's cheek. He looked into the other's eye deeply. A soft, tender smile crossing his features.
"I want to treasure you as long as I can, you know? These soft cheeks, this warm flesh…why do you think I feed you so much?"
To eat me, Whumpee silently thought.
A part of him was hoping that Whumper was just joking, that he wouldn't eat him piece by piece until he died. Maybe if Whumpee be more obedient, Whumper would change his mind. He held out his arms in the air, not really daring to look up at Whumper.
"I-I need to use the restroom…" He muttered softly.
The silence stretched for a few seconds before Whumper nodded, picking up Whumpee with ease. One arm around his waist and the other under his arse.
"Hold onto me, Whumpee."
The boy nodded, wrapping his arms around Whumper's neck. His face buried against Whumper's firm chest and he could feel warmth emanating from him.
His steps were slow and careful, but it almost felt like Whumper loved holding him like this. Especially when they were going to such personal space together. Whumper pushed open the door with his left hand before entering the restroom with Whumpee.
He placed Whumpee on the toilet seat, crossing his arms as he looked down at him. Whumpee hooked his thumbs around the waistline, he was about to pull his boxers down when his body froze, realising Whumper was still there.
"Master can you…turn around?" He asked in embarrassment. Whumper chuckled, stepping closer to Whumpee. His voice was dripping with amusement as he watched Whumpee's flushed face.
"Why?"
"W-why? Uh…because…"
"Hmmm?"
Whumpee looked down, continued working on his boxers in front of Whumper as he got speechless. He knew there was no way out of this.
The whole time, the whole time as he released his waste, Whumper watched him with a smirk. He purposely looking down at Whumpee's part, wanting to make the other more embarrassed and uncomfortable under his gaze.
When he's done, Whumpee immediately cleaned up and pulled his pants up again. Whumper chuckled, Whumpee's expression was too cute to ignore.
He put his hands under Whumpee's arms, picking the boy up as they walked out of the toilet. They sat on the couch, Whumpee sitting on Whumper's lap.
His body was still weak because of the cuts. Whumper took a damp cloth, pressing it against his wounds as Whumpee hissed in pain.
'Forever…' Whumper thought.
'I don't mind taking care of you like this forever.'
Cw: IMPLIED RAPE, ATTEMPTED RAPE, SA, captivity whump, military whump, carewhumper kinda, torture, evil henchman
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Whumpees breath shivers as they try their best to calm themselves down. They’ve been down here for god knows how long and they have no idea how much longer they can last.
They have multiple broken bones, purple bruises and deep cuts. They feel so incredibly weak and tired but the adrenaline doesn’t allow them to fall asleep.
Whumpee got caught on their mission. Needing to spy on another military group, they got too close to their hideout… so now they’re trapped here. In a cold and dirty basement, their wrist chained, hanging from the ceiling.
Suddenly the door opens and a man steps in. He’s wearing a full uniform, carrying a gun with him as well. It’s one of whumpers henchmen.
Henchman smirks as he looks the half naked Whumpee up and down. They’re only left in their underwear after the group took everything from them.
“P-please… Iii don’t know-“
Their lie gets cut off as the tall man in front of them flicks open a pocketknife, slowly stepping towards the terrified Whumpee.
“Mmm… You’re so stubborn it’s unbelievable. How can someone so tiny… fight so hard”
He chuckles as he looks down at them, carefully putting the tip of the knife on their chin, forcing them to look up.
“Are you sure you don’t just want to give up? Well make it fast don’t you worry…”
Whumpee makes another small whimper, unable to shake their head.
“No.”
They protest, just waiting for the torture to begin. Another cut appearing on their skin, another punch landing in their face… anything really. There’s nothing they’re not expecting… except-
“Why don’t we.. try something different for today then?”
Henchman says as he puts the knife away, flicking it close and dropping it in his pocket.
“W-what do you- mmean?”
Whumpee asks as they watch henchman making small steps around them, observing their body just before they stop behind them.
“You got a nice little ass don’t you?”
He says as he steps closer again. Fuck… shit Whumpee knows exactly what this creep is thinking…
They make a sharp gasp as the man grips both of their cheeks tightly, pressing himself against their back before he starts groping them.
“Mm.. Yeah it’s perfect.”
He mumbles as he keeps doing so, taking out his knife again before holding it against their throat.
“Scream and I’ll fuck your corpse.”
Henchman threatens before he quickly steps back once, gripping whumpees short hair as he suddenly pulls down their underwear.
“Yeah… I think I’ll take the back door”
He mumbles again while swiftly slapping their ass, leaving a red mark on it. Suddenly he removes the knife from whumpees throat and puts it back in his pocket just before Whumpee can hear a zipper.
No- no no!
“Don’t worry. You’ll looooove my-“
The basement door suddenly swings open and they can see whumper entering, looking down at his phone.
“Sorry I’m late I got a call-“
The leader tilts his head up just before he stops his sentence. They can see Whumpee with tears in their eyes, slightly forced to bend forward, their underwear pulled down with henchman behind them, his hand on his penis, slightly stroking it.
“What the fuck are you doing to them?”
He asks, rage in his voice as henchman quickly puts his dick back in his pants.
“I just- come on boss- look at them I just had to-“
Whumper grips their pistol tightly as they point it at the man.
“Had to what?! We have them here to get information. Not fucking rape them!”
Henchman puts his hands up in the air. If Whumpee wasn’t completely in shock, they would most likely let out a chuckle at the man’s pathetic and terrified state.
“I-I’m so- sorry Sir-“
Whumper steps a bit closer before he points at the basement door.
“Get out. I’ll deal with you later. Try running and I swear to god I’m gonna cut that pathetic thing off of you and shove it down your throat!”
He yells, making Whumpee flinch before henchman quickly hurries past the man, heading upstairs.
Whumper closes his eyes for a second, calming down just before he walks over to the traumatized Whumpee, making them flinch another time as he reaches to pull their underwear up again.
The man looks down at them for a second, not saying anything before he steps over to one of the tables with torture tools on top of them, grabbing a claw hammer.
“So. You gonna tell me who sent you here?”
He asks calmly as he looks in the still shaking whumpees eyes. Of course they didn’t expect an apology from him… but it still catches them off guard.
“W-.. why did you- help me?…”
They ask shakily, ignoring whumpers question completely.
Whumper bites his lip, looking down in their captives eyes. It feels like an eternity passes as Whumpee waits for their answer.
The man doesn’t break eye contact for even half a second just before he opens his mouth to speak, his fingers tightening around the hammers neck.
Star didn't understand why they had reacted that bad. They were supposed to be pretty; kicking and crying away from their owner wasn't pretty.
"Master? I... I think..." They didn't want to, without their collar they were nothing but a stray, but Master was so tired, all because they are a bad Pet. "I want you to take... Take the collar. I can be good."
"Are you sure?"
No, they weren't. They wanted to keep the collar, they wanted to be Master's property forever, and never be left to die alone again.
"Yes. I promise I can last all day without it."
Star wished they hadn't seen Master's happy smile. They wished they could take back their words. But what kind of misbehaved Pet would they be if they did that?
Master said that was too extreme, but that he was proud of them for trying and instead let them wear a necklace. It was pretty, but it wasn't what a Pet should be wearing. A Pet should be wearing a collar to show they are owned, a Pet without a collar could be mistaken for a human.
And a human could be left alone because they can take care of themselves.
"You are really brave, Star. I'm so happy." It was worth it. Master is happy, they have fulfilled their only porpoise. "If you think that you can't make it you can change back to a collar, okay? I won't be angry. And no matter what happens, I promise next week we will go shopping."
"Y-your promise?" Star's eyes betrayed them, they were crying, and they were sure all of their makeup had been ruined by now.
"Of course, dear. You've worked so much. Now go back to your room, okay? And please call Ray."
They nodded. Master said they were doing good, and they would get a reward. Star can keep being good.
Oh, but they can't.
"I thought you said Master would buy you that waterproof makeup. You look worse than usual."
"He wants to see Ray..."
"I'm sure he does. He needs a lesson already." Liam can have a silver tongue when he wants to, and Star knows it's just because he is scared. Scared to be crying, hiding under the cupboard, just like he did last time.
Still, it didn't make them feel any better.
Star tried to remember how they all reacted. How they were good. Maybe they could learn a thing or two from their siblings.
Well...
Ray cries. And Master hugs him, because he doesn't wanna be abandoned; because he wants to be part of this family. He's weak for a guard dog.
Liam runs and hides. Sometimes he even breaks things, because he is scared of being sold off; because he can't stand the thought of not being enough.
Leo hurts himself. His skin is like a canvas where he can cut and burn until he's crying in Master's lap; because they want to be useful, and they aren't useful if they aren't crying on the floor.
And Amy... What would be Amy's weakness? How would she react? Would she cry? For some reason, Star didn't want her to be sad, or scared. They never had a problem with watching their other siblings crying or on the edge of being self-destructive.
Those thoughts help them to get to their room without breaking down in the hallway. They wanted nothing but to fall asleep on their soft bed, wrapped up in blankets, protecting themselves until the next day.
But when they reached the doorknob, and saw Amy staring at them, all the strength in their legs vanished. Soon, they were crying, curled up against Amy's chest. They were pathetic. They were weak. They couldn't be a good Pet, and Master would soon realize.
Star was lost in their mind, they didn't even realize they had torn up the necklace Master had gifted them, tearing it away from their neck.
migraine whump but specifically when the Smart™️ gets them. it's so hard to think straight through the pain. shaky, unsteady, fatigued, nauseous, all of the things they shouldn't be. their literal only job is to be steadfast, to make the decisions, to have the plans. and they're rendered useless, unable to reason. the team finds them by their desk, head in their hands, trying desperately to breathe through the pain. gentle hands, soothing words. "let's get you home."
whumper who comes in and tortures their victim without a word
whumper who lets them ask why, curse, threaten, beg without so much as looking them in the eye
whumpee who tries to get under whumper's skin and gets nothing
whumpee who's allowed to say whatever they want... until they won't anymore. they don't know if the stuff they said before actually made whumper more angry, but they don't care to risk it anymore
whumpee who learns they're not worth talking to. that they exist to be hurt, not heard
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OR whumper who talks at first and stops without explanation, to the same effect
