Psycho Writing

A side blog to post all the deranged writing my main blog does not need to see You can call me B (She/Her) and I'm in my 20s 18+ so please have age in bio or pinned post if you interact https://ko-fi.com/psychowriting

[psycho-writing]

Re-introduction

So I'm back. It's been a while since I've been properly active so I thought I'd reintroduce myself.

I'm B - the writer behind psycho-writing. I pretty much use this blog for all the writing I don't want people I know to read. Most of it is whump, but occasionally I might delve into other things, who knows.

My favourite things to write are explorations of character dynamics and twisted, irredeemable characters.

I am a queer woman and that does seem to influence heavily what I write.

Given the topics I write can get quite intense and dark, please let me know if I miss any tags or warnings that would be useful.

My asks are always open, and I love it when people interact with my stories or ask about my OCs. It literally inspires me to keep writing.

My Writing:

I use the tags #own writing and #psycho writing on all my original writing. Links to all of my original writing are below the cut.

If you wanna be put on a tag list for any of my writing, let me know.

Story:

The Architect of Chains Masterlist

Kidnap whump story with female OCs. Whumper is sadistic, violent, intimate and creepy. Whumpee is terrified but has moments of defiance. Every few parts, there's a whumper POV part. Please read each part's content warnings for more information.

Drabbles:

Quinn and Brianna:

Mafia WIP and OCs with blackmail, self sacrifice and torture

The Price of Trust

Naive whumpee oc is betrayed and captured by someone they trusted

Random Drabble

Hostage situation with death threats, blackmail and a protective sibling

Rhea and Sera:

Royal Whump with a rightful Queen facing off against a Tyrant Usurper. Magic whump.

Wren and Ravena:

Intimate whumper whips their whumpee as a punishment.

[goes-whump-in-the-night]

i want so many more princess whumpees rn

runaway princess whumpee dragged home and brought to heel to ready her for a political marriage

princess abducted by one dragon who winds up being shared by many because they’re in such high demand

mermaid princess scooped from the seas, abused by her captors, then sold to the nearest traveling show

princess heir to a magical bloodline taken and turned into a living weapon against her own kingdom

princess who has never known a day’s sadness or hardship made prisoner and shown immeasurable cruelty by someone solely interested in ruining such softness

it’s! just! fun!!

[whumpologyy]

thoughts on whumper pressing down on whumpee and breathing in their ear "how can you pretend not to love this with those sweet noises you're making?" but the sweet noises are very obviously whumpee crying out and whimpering in pain as whumper takes their broken body way too hard and way too fast?

cheers

Whumpee couldn't breathe.

It wasn't just the weight of Whumper crashing down on them again and again, or the pain radiating from between their legs that seemed to seize up their entire body.

No. Even worse was the humiliation, hot and choking, from the sounds. Whumper's groans and grunts. The sound of skin slapping against skin, too fast, too rough. And the noises somehow, impossibly, coming from Whumpee's own mouth, torn from their throat like an act of violence in itself.

"No -- ah -- please -- I - I can't --"

"Ahhh." Whumper leaned down, and their voice in Whumpee's ear was like another form of suffocation. "How can you pretend not to love this with those sweet noises you're making?"

"PLEASE" Whumpee's voice came out as wail, desperate and uncontrolled. "No -- you're too -- god, please....."

Their voice broke into sobs, breath quickening and stuttering in time with Whumper's brutal thrusts.

Whumper just chuckled, not easing up whatsoever. "That's it. Just like that. Let's see how loud you can get."

[whumblr]

Bait and switch

The Guest shook his head in disappointment and shot a disgusted shot down. “What do you do when they show such blatant disrespect?” he asked his friend.

“I hit them,” Whumper said with an apologetic grin. “Punch them.”

“And then what? Does that work?”

“Well, not really.” He let out a little chuckle. “But I don’t mind.”

A sigh, followed by a short silence. “You’re way too soft on them.”

“I kinda like it when they push back.”

“There’s a difference between liking the fire in them and allowing them to do whatever they please.” The Guest shot him a look. “Like insulting visitors.”

Both looked down in silence at Whumpee, who was writhing at their feet after a merciless beatdown, listening to their conversation. Whumper didn’t seem admonished or ashamed, but did seem to think that over.

“Maybe you should leave them with me for a week,” the Guest finally said.

Whumpee stopped breathing. Their eyes went wide. They sharply looked up, winced hard as pain shot through them, but they found Whumper’s eyes. He was looking at them with a strange expression; still thinking it over. Whumpee held his gaze, shook their head.

“You think?” Whumper asked slowly, eyes locked on Whumpee but addressing his guest.

“I’ll instill the basics. Nothing too drastic, don’t worry. I know the line between that fire you like and desired behaviour.” He looked down too, his sneer turning to a cold gaze. “And they should know as well.”

“Well, alright,” Whumper said, to Whumpee’s horror.

A hand immediately clamped around their wrist and pulled them up without mercy, not caring about the bruises and pains he inflicted just moments ago.

“No… No, wait—” Whumpee started as the pain flared up all over their body, not sure if they were protesting this horrible arrangement, or were hoping for a second to gather themself. Or both.

A slap echoed out. Sharp pain exploded over their face. Dazed, horrified, they let Whumper’s guest pull them in close.

“Do as you’re told,” he hissed in their face.

All they could do was give a meek nod. And let themself be dragged off. To god knows where. With some unknown man.

-

Days had passed and they still didn’t know a thing about this guy. Didn’t know his name, so they just referred to him in their head as ‘Whumper’s friend’. Whumper’s goddamn awful friend. Or asshole, bastard, rotten idiot. Never out loud. No, never again. That had been their first lesson.

So by now, after a week, the only thing they knew about him was that there were no bounds to his cruelty. And that he accepted no resistance whatsoever.

Even laying down, on this cold barren floor, the pain of all the punishment still racked through them. Bruises throbbed with each movement, cuts threatened to reopen, reminding them of their struggles, their resistance, of what he wanted from them. Only the welts on their back fully drove that home and were the ones that snapped that last thread of defiance.

Even a sob hurt, so they just lay there… waiting.

The door creaked open and automatically their body curled up, all tense.

Footsteps echoed closer.

Whumpee hesitated, but still raised their head. Slowly, as if it took the greatest effort. Well, it did. But it was better to gauge what his mood for the day was. Or see if he carried a weapon with him.

“Oh, my,” they heard a familiar voice say instead.

A soft but sharp inhale through their nose. They snapped up—immediately winced in pain.

Whumper crouched down in front of them.

“Oh my,” he said again, this time his tone laced with amusement instead of surprise. “Must be a trick of the light… I’d swear I saw some relief there.”

For once they were glad of their broken body and that wince that covered that relief. Still, they looked away.

But Whumper wouldn’t have it.

His hand cupped their chin, rougher than he would before, fingers digging under their jaw, and he yanked hard to force them to look at him.

“What did you learn this week?” he asked.

Whumpee snarled, biting back their anger. They didn’t want to say it, it would be humiliating. They wanted to sneer and rage instead; shout how his friend was a sadistic bastard, and so was he! But a voice in the back of their head stopped them, a voice that sounded an awful lot like—

“Please,” they started in a soft voice. “I want to come with you.”

“Why?”

Their voice died in their throat. If there was anything they had learned this week, it was to tread carefully. He’d probably get angry if they said he was softer, not as angry as his friend…

“If you learned to be this good...” Whumper purred, and lightly pushed their chin up, “Then it wouldn’t matter with whom you stayed. You wouldn’t need any more punishment.”

No. But if they did… and they would… it was an easy choice between a fist or a whip. Whumpee started trembling. Tears pooled against Whumper’s fingers. He was not swayed.

“Say it. Or I’ll think you’ll need another week here.”

A hiccup. Then a whisper. “He is cruel… so cruel. Please, I want to come with you. You’re not this wicked, you’re—” They choked on the only word they could find that wouldn’t offend but appeal—but it would be awful to say. They swallowed it down. “You’re merciful.”

He let out a soft but kind scoff. The fingers in their jaw fell away. And he held out a hand to them instead.

“Then let’s go home.”

-

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[whumping-valentine]

Daily Drabble #126

One of Whumper’s favorite things to do to Whumpee was simple and easy; which made it the perfect thing to do. They’d come up behind them and wrap them in a constricting hug. Whumpee would tense up both from the unwanted physical contact, and knowing what was to follow. One of Whumper’s arms would stay firmly against their victims’ torso, the other would cover their mouth and pinch their nose.

Whumpee would struggle against them to breathe. Clawing at their hands, squirming, abdomen convulsing as their lungs tried to breathe. They’d let them take a breath of differing length before once again covering their airways. Sometimes they’d be able to fully catch their breath, other times they could only gasp once. They never knew how much time they’d get.

Whumper would continue this until they were lightheaded, letting their body fall to the ground, head dizzy and asphyxiated. 

[deerslayer14]

Willing whumpee, brave and compliant, is getting cuffed and manhandled while transported to the whump location. "No need for this." he repeats. "i said won't fight or run. You have my word."

Whumper whispers "I know. I'm just enjoying it."

[suspicious-whumping-egg-deactiv]

Kind Restraints

While traditionally used in a caretaking setting, I thought it would be interesting to think of kind restraints being used in whump.

Kind restraints are usually any kind of restraint used with the purpose of restraining someone for their own good (say, a character who is possessed, delirious with pain, etc), and/or are restraints meant to cause as little pain as possible. Some examples include soft padded handcuffs, straightjackets, and leather straps on a bed or chair.

- So, a whumper restraining a whumpee for their “own good”? Maybe whumper has convinced the whumpee they’re too dangerous to be left unrestrained- perhaps whumpee has been trained as a weapon and has dangerously quick reflexes, they’d fight back hard against anyone who tired to get near them if they had the chance…. At least that’s what whumper tells them. And after so long of being used to hurt and kill, whumpee doesn’t want to take that risk.

Whumpee is terrified of the idea of killing someone innocent- whumper is far from innocent, sure, but what if it was someone else? They don't want to harm anyone ever again.

So, playing right into whumper's hands, they beg to be restrained. They plead to be tied down, to be subdued because they're too dangerous. They realize whumper is right, that they can't trust themself. Maybe it's good that whumper is keeping them captive, anyway. This way, no one can hurt them.

Needless to say, they don't fight when padded cuffs lock their wrists to the rails of their bed, or when thick straps are buckled over their body so they can't even sit up. It's better this way. They won't be able to hurt anyone if they're tied down like this. They won’t be able to be a weapon again.

- Maybe a whumpee has recently tried to escape and got brutally punished for it. Maybe their feet were flayed until they sobbed when they tried to walk, maybe they were whipped until their back was nothing but a tangled mess of flesh and blood. But whatever it is, whumpee does not want to be punished like that again. Whumper lectures their whumpee on how poor of impulse control they have, on how stupid they were to try and escape. And soon, their words begin to sink in. Whumpee can't trust themself to be good, they can't trust themself to stave off whatever pain can be avoided. So when whumper threatens them with restraints, whumpee doesn't hesitate to hold out their hands for them. Whumper might not have even planned it, they just wanted whumpee to comply. "If you really can't control yourself, I'll have to give you a bit of help." But whumpee thinks for a minute and realizes it might be for the best- after all, then they can't try to escape. They can't risk being horribly punished just because they have a freedom to follow a stupid idea.

So they let their fingers be slipped into mitt cuffs, their fingers slotting and curling into the thick leather before they're securely locked around their wrists, turning their hands into useless stubs. The cuffs are uncomfortable, the complete lack of movement causing their fingers to become stiff and numb where they’re uselessly curled, but at least they can't do more damage to themself. At least they can’t be tempted to pick locks since they can’t even open a doorknob.

Whumper grins before they leave, hardly able to believe that their whumpee chose to be restrained. If they hadn't witnessed it themself, they'd have said it was too good to be true.

- An injured whumpee violently fighting their captor, thrashing and kicking every time whumper comes near. They’re making their own injuries worse, reopening the stitches that whumper’s medic applied only hours ago, and whumper can‘t resist the opportunity to make their toy even more helpless. So they buckle whumpee’s arms into a straightjacket so tight they can do nothing but wiggle, then place a heavily weighted blanket over whumpee. In the captive’s weakened state, it might as well be a set of shackles. And while the restraints are a mercy from a distance, whumpee is miserable.

Taglist: @onlywhump @snowshowerwriting @hexerpt

[unicornscotty]

Oh the dangerous whumpee one is GOOD cause when caretkaer comes and rescues them they will beg to be restrained, holding themselves tight ripping out chunks of their own hair so they don't hurt Caretaker. Finding rope and tying themselves up with it.

Because their too dangerous

Caretaker working tirelessly to show whumpee how untrue it is.

[whumpernickelsandwich]

whumper who sincerely believes that they are acting in whumpee's best interest. that through the hell they put whumpee through, they are making them stronger, better.

if whumpee co-operates, whumper takes it as a sign that they're doing the right thing. but if they scream and cry and lash out, that just motivates whumper to work harder.

[survivesurvivingwhump]

Whumpee is being dragged off by the whumper for a bad time e.g. has been captured, is anticipating punishment from their boss ect. expecting to be brought to an interrogation suit, even a full-on torture chamber and is horrified to abruptly find themselves in the whumper’s bedroom.

there's something that hits so hard about like the moment of realization, you know? the point when whumpee knows what is about to happen to them, what whumper has planned for them, and it's going to be sexual. they're not just going to be punished, or tortured, or yelled at. they're going to be raped. this person genuinely intends, plans to sexually assault them. there's the information in front of them, and then it has to be pieced together. it has to sink in.

[yonbwekh]

Whumpee on their knees keeping their eyes fixed on the ground, pretending they're not terrified of the pistol to their temple.

Woahhh i like this idea!!! whumpees who can't admit their fear my loves <3333

This one took a while to answer (sorry) and is shorter than my other one, mostly because i'm tired as i write this. It's highly likely that i revisit this because i had idea writing it that i didn't do because i didn't wanna deviate from the prompt too far, but i'll tag you when I do :)

anyways keep sending asks and sorry this took so long to answer ------------------------------ Keep looking down.

Keep looking down.

It repeats like a mantra in Whumpee's head, to which the cold barrel of a pistol is pressed. They try to stop themselves fidgeting with the rope binding their wrists as they kneel, trying not to show their nerves.

Whumper crouches down infront of them, still pressing the gun terrifyingly softly to their temple. "What's wrong, doll? Nervous?" asks Whumper, their tone drenched in cold malice. Silence is whumpee's only response, the only one they know is safe.

Or so they thought.

Whumper's tone shifts; "I said: Are you nervous? I expect an answer when i ask a question, Whumpee." they repeat again, annoyance creeping into the edges of their voice. A deep breath that lasts for what feels like minutes passes before Whumpee responds: "No, xir."

Whumper seems unsatisfied. "Are you sure? I can see that you're sweating, and I know full well by now what it looks like when there's fear in your eyes."

Another moment passes, and the muzzle of the weapon leaves the side of their head, earning a hugely suppressed sigh of relief from Whumpee. It seems only a moment's respite, however, as the wind is knocked out of Whumpee when Whumper's thick boot connects with their stomach, knocking them backwards and onto their side.

"That's for lying to me, doll."

Whumpee gasps for breath as quietly as they can, lying on their side as they watch Whumper leave the room. They can't help but flinch as the metal clang of the cell door signals another long episode of solitude.

[a-class-attempter]

“Please, please I’m begging you! Please spare them!”

Whumper hummed thoughtfully, tapping the flat side of the blade on Whumpee’s cheek. Whumpee stood frozen with terror.

“I could… but I do love to watch you both squirm.”

Caretaker struggled against their bonds. “Please! I’ll do anything!”

Whumper smiled. “Anything?”

“Yes! Anything at all! Just please, let them go!”

Whumper smiled, slowly bringing the blade away down before stabbing it through Whumpee’s side.

“Beg harder.”

[nonconwhump]

🐌

Imagine Whumpee wakes up, not bound with ropes or a simple cloth gag, but with much more sinister restraints.

Leather cuffs, ball gags and a collar. They're mostly naked, too.

They're left alone long enough for their mind to wander. WHY would they be restrained with these, in such a vulnerable position? This hasn't happened before, Whumper has never indicated that THAT'S what they wanted from Whumpee.

Their mind keeps churning terrifying thoughts out, but only one sticks.

Whumper wants you. And when they get back, they're going to take you.

BIG SNAIL!!! I love when whumpee has time to wonder why:) Especially since this is something whumper has never done before, something they’ve never even indicated to wanting🫠

Whumpee trying to convince themselves that this.. wasn’t what it seemed like. Trying to ignore their undressed state and their positioning on the bed. Refusing to believe that this was what whumper wanted.. even though deep down they know. I loveee realizations.

[whumping-valentine]

Daily Drabble #118

“You told me once that you’re a good baker,” Whumper said in the kitchen.

Whumpee was sitting at the island counter behind them, hand holding up their head. They were monotone, “Why the fuck would I tell you shit about myself?”

“I don’t know, but you did. It’s true, isn’t it?”

“What, do you want me to fucking help, or something?”

“Watch your tone.” Whumper threatened, “I don’t want your help, I want you to do it for me,” they turned around to look at them, “I make you sit on your ass all day when I need to do chores. Why am I doing chores when I could be making you do them instead?”

Whumpee scoffed, “Oh, so kidnapping and torturing me isn’t enough for you? I need to be your slave now, too?”

“Mmm, yeah, pretty much.” Whumper smiled, “What are you gonna do? Say no?”

[whump3000]

“You know, I’ve never had a whumpee as pretty as you before.” Whumper said, running a hand down the side of Whumpee’s bleeding face, their fingers stopping at the edge of their gag.

They smiled, seeing the way Whumpee struggled beneath it, desperate to say something, anything. Such a shame they couldn’t.

“It almost pains me to harm you, you know.” A smile twisted their face as they reached for their weapon.”But not quite enough for it stop me.”

[bedtimescenarios]

"Tell me, do you scream prettily when scared?"

Whumpee's eyes flicker. They step back.

"What?"

Whumper delights in their reaction, grin widening as he matches their step back with one forward, closing the distance again.

"Ohhh, don’t play coy," he coos, mock-disappointed. "It’s a simple question. I’m an artist too, you see."

Whumpee's gaze briefly flickers to their own coal-stained fingers, which flex to press into their palms as they clench their fists.

"Screams are like... colors," Whumper continues. "Some are flat and dull. Others? Breathtaking."

His voice drops as he leans in near their ear. "I think yours would be gorgeous. Let’s test that theory."

[survivesurvivingwhump]

"apologize," whumper orders.

whumpee grits their teeth. tears sting the corners of their eyes. they don't want to, but they know that they don't have a choice. it wasn't a question, and whumper doesn't like to be disobeyed. they're already on their knees - shoved down or ordered to kneel.

"i'm sorry," whumpee forces out, unable to meet whumper's eyes.

"no," whumper says, harsh and annoyed. they undo their belt and unzip their pants, each sound and motion sending a sudden shock of unexpected terror down whumpee's spine. "apologize properly."

[for-the-ouchies]

Whumpee who, when offered something they want- or even something they need -asks in the quietest, most politely timid voice: “Please, may I?”