Liking a character isn't enough, I need to hurt them

My whump blog because hurting characters is fun

[more-whumpy-things]

GREATEST WHUMP SONG EVER TO EXIST

[the-samcrifice]

"Mine."

CW: intimate whumper, noncon touch, noncon kisses, creepy whumper idk what else

It was about midnight when Whumper entered Whumpee's cell. The moonlight peeked through the window, making Whumper's skin seem to glow in an ethereal light. Their eyes glinted with sadistic triumph, and they knelt by Whumpee's glorified bed- a pile of blankets on the floor- crooking their finger in the universal 'come here' gesture.

"Whumpee..." Whumper whispered, as Whumpee groggily lifted their head. "Get up....come on..."

Whumpee didn't move, nor did they have to, as Whumper's cold hands wrapped around their tiny wrists, pulling them close. They allowed themselves to be dragged to the back door, allowed Whumper to lazily throw a sweater over their shoulders, bundling them up. They only made a meek sound of sleepy protest when Whumper pinched their cheek affectionately.

"Adorable." They cooed, and hurried them out to the back yard.

Whumpee blinked slowly, still groggy from the sudden wake up. They wondered what Whumper had planned, what they were going to do....But that's when they looked up.

The stars.

They were magnificent, twinkling, a tapestry of little lights over their heads. They couldn't help but stare, admiring them.

Whumper laughed, and gently forced Whumpee to sit on the grass. "Aren't they pretty?" They whispered into Whumpee's ear. Whumpee nodded, then yelped in surprise as Whumper yanked them close, pulling them onto their lap. Still ....they didn't protest, the fight beaten out of them a long time ago. They let Whumper guide their hands to wherever they wanted whumpee to hold them, touch them, allowing whumper to play around with their pliant body. Tonight, Whumper let Whumpee's hands nestle right against their chest, so they could feel their heartbeat through their fingertips. The spiteful part of Whumpee wanted to laugh...it was almost shocking to find out Whumper had a heart. Whumper let them relax, let them admire the night sky again....and Whumpee found themselves growing calm. Lethargic.

They were so lost in their thoughts, still awe-struck by the night sky, that they didn't expect it when Whumper nipped at their ear, soothing the sting with their tongue, making Whumpee shudder. Their hands tightened their grip on Whumper's shirt, almost as if that would ground them properly. It didn't.

"Shhhhh..." Whumper hushed, kissing the delicate spot behind their ear. "Don't you fuss....let me taste what's mine." Their lips traced their way to their jaw, pressing against Whumpee's skin. Whumpee whimpered at the sensation, now trying harder to pull away, but they were trapped in Whumper's arms...and there was no getting free.

"Shhhh...." Whumper said again, their kisses getting more desperate as they worked their way down to the neck. "Hold still... that's it...give me more..." They nibbled Whumpee's skin a little, kissed the bite marks, enjoying how Whumpee squirmed. "Like all the other lovey-dovey couples out there.. sharing a moment under the starry sky." They continued to kiss and suckle on Whumpee's skin.

It took a little bit, but finally, Whumpee relaxed, defeated, as Whumper continued, smirking against their neck. "There we go. That's a good pet. All mine...." they kissed their neck again. "...All mine." They kissed Whumpee's lips delicately, with only the stars and moon witnessing the moment Whumpee gave in.

[noxiio]

No idea if I already made this but:

"You're so pretty when you're quiet," Bonus if whumper is petting whumpee's hair as they do it.

[whumpanini]

Whumper who triggers Whumpee's fawn/freeze response with close proximity and a gentle hand on their face, just caressing them despite the hurtful intent behind it.

Whumpee whose defiance dies as their brain shuts down once they're touched in any manner resembling intimacy, just staring wide-eyed at Whumper who coos unnerving things into their ear

[fortunately-cool-penguin]

"Abuse is when a man seeks to break someone for his own pleasure," Whumper said. "Correction is when a man seeks to build someone up by teaching them where they stand. You're lashing out because you're being held to a standard, and you're too soft to meet it."

His hand on the nape of Whumpee's neck tightened not enough to hurt, but enough to command absolute attention. He leaned down, his face inches from Whumpee's, his eyes boring into theirs with a terrifying intensity.

"Don't you ever use that word again to cover up your own lack of discipline. It's an insult to people who have actually suffered."

[more-whumpy-things]

Living weapon whumpee used to find an escaped prisoner. They're basically let off a leash like a dog to let them run into the woods and find the person. Handler gives them direct orders before they leave.

"When you find the prisoner, you keep them alive. If they die by your hands, you won't remember what it feels like to eat."

Whumpee nods and runs into the forest. They find the prisoner, but they don't go down without a fight. Suddenly the prisoner falls down a ditch and hits their head on a rock, killing them instantly. Whumpee freezes.

What are they supposed to do? Drag the body back and try to explain themself, or lie and come back with nothing, saying they couldn't find them.

They leave the body behind and come back to handler empty handed. They take a beating for it, which they expected. But after a few days handler gets a call. The search team had found the prisoner's body.

Now whumpee is in deep shit.

[more-whumpy-things]

Living Weapons trained to be nothing violent. Train them to lash out and tear at anybody who isn't their handlers. They bite and kill anything else that moves.

And have it follow them after they're rescued. Have them bite their tongue and make it bleed whenever someone gets close. Have them get bouts of violence, where they WANT to lash out at their caretaker, so they lock themselves away until it passes.

Overly violent living weapons <3

[trialbytorment]

Not exactly this prompt but violent whumpees/caretakers who resort to hurting themselves so they don't hurt others >>>>

also the imagery of biting your tongue or snapping your mouth shut in a situation but so hard you tear through it and your mouth burns and fills with blood...

[crazyhalf2]

Meet my whump oc with an abusive father Maren!!! Her mother died when she was young and she was left with her evil dad >:3

She runs away and gets found by Bryony because she was hiding behind her trash cans and is taken in by her

Very very traumatized 14 year old girl <3

[more-whumpy-things]

Living Weapons trained to be nothing violent. Train them to lash out and tear at anybody who isn't their handlers. They bite and kill anything else that moves.

And have it follow them after they're rescued. Have them bite their tongue and make it bleed whenever someone gets close. Have them get bouts of violence, where they WANT to lash out at their caretaker, so they lock themselves away until it passes.

Overly violent living weapons <3

[tracingthetapestry]

whumpee can't help but reject any comfort caretaker provides them with.

soft blankets? crumpled at the foot of the bed, whumpee is more often than not on the floor, curled up in a tight ball— thinking of how cruel it is for the caretaker to leave them lying out there— trying to tempt them into a misstep. a full meal? keeping it in their mouth, suppressing their ravenous hunger before throwing it back up, anxiety twisting their stomach into knots. shower always set to ice cold even in winters, shivering and trembling and still grateful for a chance to wash themselves properly.

even when told explicitly to do so, they can't— years of mistakes followed by grueling punishments drove in the point: and now someone is telling them that they don't have to follow the Rules? like hell. they are not going to fall for it.

but caretaker is not going to take their nos. whumper is wrapped tight in blankets, trembling under the warmth of it. fed slowly, their back rubbed gently so they won't force it back up, caretaker watching each bite like a hawk, making sure they won't spit it out. they are drawn a warm bath and made to soak it up while they clean themselves thoroughly. it is strange. they are tense and frightened and waiting for the reprimand, for the punishment that never comes.

slowly but surely, they relax into it. they relax into the steady routine of it all; into being taken care for. they learn to accept comfort.

[tracingthetapestry]

child whumpee has recently been rescued, they knew nothing of comfort or kindness before. it's been a busy, busy month— so they don't notice the day creeping up on them until it's quite suddenly just... there. the calendar seems to be mocking them for their ignorance.

it's their birthday.

everything goes a little hazy around the edges, and they tongue at their cheeks, reaching out to taste metal that's not there, shoulders hunched in against invisible ropes. they crawl beneath the wide-legged bed. they're small enough to do so.

when caretaker comes looking for them, it doesn't really register. someone's there, and it has to be whumper. someone's screaming nearby.

whumper leaves. the scream fades away as they realise that they're the one who's been tearing their throat out. they curl into themselves. whumper will come again, soon. maybe with the hot poker. they shudder at the thought, unsaid apologies stinging their tongue as they crawl out. they don't want to be hurt even worse due to struggling. whumper would probably make it a game— a twisted version of whack-a-mole involving lots of burns.

when someone enters the room again, they don't scream. they remain pressed up to the furthest corner, knees folded to their chest. whumper is saying something, in strange soft tones. they can't hear any of it.

when whumper reaches out to grab them, instead of a bruising grip they're met with a hesitant touch. whumpee looks up. caretaker is crouched in front of them, looking wildly concerned. whumpee blinks. breathes. breaks down crying, eagerly climbing into caretaker's lap, held close and cradled tight as they smear tears and snot all over caretaker's nice, clean clothes. they aren't told off for it.

later when they've calmed down, caretaker asks them, "what happened, dear?" and they don't want to be hurt but it's out before they can stop it, "it's my birthday."

caretaker looks bemused, before they smile wide and wish them a very happy birthday. whumpee is taken aback. "would you like to bake a cake?" caretaker offers, careful not to push, to not break the fragile peace.

whumpee was expecting to be told what a misfortunate day today is. they were expecting a muzzle tight over their face to thwart screaming and biting and crying, ropes to prevent their kicking and scratching. they were expecting to be shoved in some closet, for the shame of being born.

they stare at caretaker, waiting for some forthcoming joke. when none comes, they agree, wary.

so, caretaker bakes a cake with them. it is sweet and soft and delicious. they're given a set of crayons as a "birthday gift". they draw and draw and draw, confused and marveling at the colors.

it's the best day of their life, they tell caretaker before the clock strikes midnight. they miss the tears brimming in caretaker's eyes as they are put to sleep, beneath warm blankets and with a goodnight kiss pressed to their forehead.

[bloodiedbriars]

Whumper owning trained dogs and living weapons and treating them the exact same. They sleep in crates next to each other, wear the same collars, have the same commands, even eat the same foods. Some of the weapons don't even know how to speak and have adapted bark and growl-like noises for communication. Whumper sharpening weapon's teeth once weapon begins biting enemies they same way the dogs do. Whumper sits down and has a dog resting its head on his thigh for pets, and soon weapon begins to mirror it. Whumper pets weapon's head the exact same way he would for the dogs, and the weapon's eyes close with bliss. "Good boy."

[tracingthetapestry]

"oh, do shut up," whumper says, clamping their hand upon whumpee's jaw. the screaming devolves into helpless sobbing, their teeth chattering as they attempt to quieten themself.

with a little bit of pressure applied, their jaw is forced open wide. whumper runs their gloved finger down the smooth, wet muscle twitching in the mouth.

"or would you like me to cut this off?" whumper asks, almost gentle— in the same cadence one would peruse to inquire after someone's day, or the way they like their coffee.

whumpee freezes, any and all sounds dying in their throat.

"that's good," stroking their tongue, praising the quiet and the fear so complete that whumpee seemed to barely be breathing.

"that's very good."

[more-whumpy-things]

Imagine Living Weapon rescued and on their way to recovering. Then Living Weapon's handlers coming back to Team to take back their "property". Team tries to stop them but they're held back as Living Weapon is chained up and taken. Living Weapon is ushered into a van and is surrounded by their old handlers. They talk about how much work they have for Living Weapon when they get back.

And Living Weapon snaps, killing all of them within a few heartbeats. The van stops as the driver runs into the back and is killed as well.

Living Weapon walks back to Team's headquarters, soaked in blood. When Teammate opens the door and sees them standing there, Living Weapon finally breaks.

[hurtwithallthecomfort]

Nothing better imo than a living weapon that, the moment they escape/get rescued/are retired, just physically shuts down. After years of being pushed past their limits physically, after being moulded unwillingly into something better than perfection, their body just can’t take it anymore.

They lose a lot of weight, and their muscle mass diminishes. Old injuries that were originally nothing have started to ache tremendously, muscles never ending their whining. Then, Whumpee starts getting sick all the time, too, and spends a concerning amount of time bed-ridden. Even weapons have their limits, and they went past those a long time ago.

I just think it makes it a lot more horrifying, especially to a caretaker who didn’t know the full deal until now, to see the contrast between the fearsome, unstoppable Weapon and the frail, sickly Whumpee and know wordlessly exactly how far they got pushed back then.

[tenderwhumps]

whumpee takes caretaker's hand and brings it to their hair or face. caretaker understands, and starts caressing whumpee, who gives a shuddering sigh and closes their eyes.

[prettyboytortureclub]

Whumpee who’s so tired

Caretaker finding rescued whumpee passed out in strange places

Whumpee who falls asleep during a torture session (Whumper is PISSED)

Whumpee who is being forced by Whumper to stay awake

Whumpee who is forcing themself to stay awake (nightmares)

Whumpee who can’t sleep because they’re in so much pain

Rescued Whumpee who can’t stay awake because of pain meds

Whumpee who pleads with Whumper to just let them rest for a few hours

Whumpee who agrees to lie on whumpers lap as long as it means they’ll finally get a moment of rest

Rescued Whumpee who needs someone to lie down with them to feel safe enough to sleep, but is too embarrassed to ask

Tired Whumpees