[redwhump]

Dust Masterlist: my scifi/military whump series

Self-Sharpened Fangs Masterlist: my vampire whump series

i will do my best to update both reasonably often!

Non-series stuff

Events

Whumpmas in July 2022

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Info

i will not be posting or reblogging any explicit nsfw content here (i may reblog things where it's implied or referred to but not explicitly described)

if i have a typo in a story somewhere please let me know, i will be very thankful

[whumpacabra]

Whumpy Stories I Enjoy In No Particular Order :]

This will be updated as I get caught up on my current reading/find the energy to go diving through my archive for older pieces that live in my head rent free.

Largely scifi, fantasy, heroes and villains, with a sprinkling of realism, immortality, and eldritch thrown in for good measure.

Biodrones by @just-horrible-things

With Bloody Outstretched Hands by @wolfeyedwitch

Gozukk and Anna, Castor and Ed, and *Kyle by @whimperwoods

Dust by @redwhump

Behind the Masks, Waking Nightmare by @whumpering-heights

The Kid by @winedark-whump

Left Behind by @justbreakonme

The Blackmuir Reign by @deluxewhump

The Martyr by @whump-me

Wildfire, Riot Kings (comic, Hand in Hand AU) by @befuddled-calico-whump

Darkness Falls by @turn-the-tables-on-them

the cave-diving thing, Hazeshift by @whumpwillow

*Bloody Ascension by @ash-and-bone-whump

*The Investigator by @whumpy-bi

*The Sentry and the Strays by @promptsforyourwhumpfic

*I can't find an official masterpost by the op so I have linked the unique tag I use for archiving purposes of each story on my blog

[snakebites-and-ink]

If you were a pet whumpee, what would your whumper 'loving new master' forcibly rename you?

If you hate what you get at first you may have ONE reroll but no more than that. because pets don't get to choose their own names after all. 🙃

I know some of the names are less dehumanizing than others, but the human names on here were from lists of the most popular names for pets. so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[redwhump]

Dust Masterlist

(scifi whump, military whump, torture, interrogation)

A pilot called Dust is captured and interrogated by enemy forces.

Updates in order of most recent

The parts will be listed in chronological order here, with the part number indicating the order in which they were posted.

Part 1: Explosion

Part 2: Dread

[coldresolve]

Being whipped.

true friends whip you in the front

[whumpsday]

could we get a sneak peek of chapter 48? please im starving

yeah :') i'm sorry for taking so long, this chapter's just fighting me lol. i'm like 2000 words in and i should def get it out this week!! here's the opening

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Tonight, just like every night, Jim led Kane back downstairs before sunset. Kane never seemed to have a problem with it. He honestly seemed happier now than he ever had back when he was free, when their positions were reversed. It was weird to think about.

The door swung shut behind him. It’d been doing that lately instead of staying open, but this time it was even louder than it had been the past few days, like it was insisting that Jim remember to fix it. He made a mental note get to it tomorrow.

He unlocked Kane’s ankle cuffs, letting him free of the restraints for the night. “See ya tomorrow. Sleep well and all.”

Kane smiled back at him. “You too.” He went over to sit at his desk, picking up a book and humming pleasantly.

Jim walked back up the stairs, keys in hand, and pushed the door.

It didn’t budge.

Jim stood there for a second, unbelieving. The door had closed behind him every morning and night for the past three days, and it’d always just opened right back up at a push, because it wasn’t locked.

The lock. The lock on the outside. The metal bar that made the sound of the door closing extra loud when it swung down from the force of the door snapping shut.

Leaving him stuck down here with Kane, and no way to get out.

He pushed on the door again, more insistently. But this door was made to contain someone far stronger than him, silver or no silver. He felt his throat tighten. It suddenly felt hard to breathe. Like when he’d said something that made Kane angry and he picked him up by his neck and-

“Jim? Is something wrong?” Kane asked. Jim spun around to see the vampire’s face painted with confusion.

“Yeah,” Jim squeaked, his back pressed against the door’s silver lining. “Yeah, I uh, I can’t get the door open.”

Kane closed his book, setting it down softly on the desk. His brows creased in concern. “Oh. Um, you mean... at all?”

Jim nodded, eyes wide with steadily growing fear.

[redwhump]

oh my god

i'm so excited

[whumpsday]

Do you have any good whump fic suggestions? :3

it's been a while since i made my last rec post so here's a new one! and this isn’t extensive by any means, there’s TONS more series i also really like. but if i put EVERYTHING i love on here it’d take a billion years to link everything so i am gonna limit myself to recommending the works of just 20 wonderful writers!

A Taste of Your Own Medicine and Shattered by @oddsconvert 

Angel on the Wall by @emmettnet 

Cat and Mouse by @t0rture-me 

Dollhouse and Silence (and literally everything else but those are some good starting points) by @whumpshaped​ 

Emil’s story by @obsessedwithegos 

Hazeshift and Demon’s Haven by @whumpwillow​ 

Joseph by @clickerflight​ 

Phobia Whumper by @painsandconfusion​ 

Receiver of Guests by @blood-is-compulsory 

Self-Sharpened Fangs by @redwhump​ 

Seven by @whump-queen 

Smoke, Salt, and Asbestos and The Dark Side of the Sun and Fearless by @quietly-by-myself​ 

The Enclave and Kohat by @lumpofwhump 

The Monster of Lindborough by @secretwhumplair​ 

The Scry (and literally everything else but this is the fun new one) by @deluxewhump 

Tomas and Rowe by @whumpzone​ 

(this isn’t whump but) Watch Your Step by @not-a-space-alien 

With Bloody Outstretched Hands by @wolfeyedwitch​ 

ones under the readmore contain 18+ content

Linden and Colton (and vampire au) by @whumpzone​ 

Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset by @not-a-space-alien 

Of Vampires and Men by @whumpy-writings​ 

One Night’s Mistake by @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump​ 

The Heart and the Hunger by @wolfeyedwitch​ 

[delakoks]

Ellis being kidnapped in Mafia AU

[linecrosser]

Febwhump 2023 - No.10 - Difficulty Breathing

(but who is the one having a nightmare?)

[painsandconfusion]

Pick one

Slammed against the wall

Shoved against the wall

Slowly backed against the wall

Voting ended onFeb 9, 2023

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IMPOSSIBLE CHOICES SAND

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[linecrosser]

Febwhump 2023 - No.3 - Muzzled

[whump-queen]

so this au is my new brainrot

general whump taglist (Just ask to be added or removed <3): @whumpshaped  @whumpsday @emmettnet @a-whump-sideblog  @whump-it-like-its-hot  @wolfeyedwitch  @whumper-soot  @unorganisedalienrubbish  @kira-the-whump-enthusiast  @hidden-dreamland @whumpedydump @lonesome--hunter @ashh-ed @whump-in-the-closet @oriantthegiant @banditosong @anonymustyou @feralwhump @jieunie-23 @whumpasaurus101 @morning-star-whump @whmp @captain-bo-bob-bobby

[turn-the-tables-on-them]

Darkness Falls - Chapter 4- Sick

Warnings: Fever, panic, begging, infection, whipping (In flashback), graphic wounds, begging, Whumper turned Whumpee, hallucinations. Lena is her own content warning

@purple-heart-x @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @oddsconvert @whumpsday @interdimensional-chaos @mylifeisonthebookshelf @elrys-creates, @wolfeyedwitch @whumpwillow @pigeonwhumps, @whumpycrieses @chibichibivalee

The whip came down hard against his back, Slipknot cried out, twisting in his restraints, trying his hardest to get away. He was tired, worn down by the agony they inflicted on him over…  had it been days? Weeks? He wasn’t sure anymore.

The whip came down again, and Slipknot wailed, struggling to keep his breathing under control, the sickening smell of wet iron filled his nostrils.

“Do you think he’s gonna die from all of this?” Jacob’s voice asked, as if asking if his companions enjoyed the weather.

“Doubtful, but who cares anyway?” The woman, Lena, replied.

“Yeah, just enjoy the fun of watching this prick learn a lesson.” That was Garrett, Lena’s second in command.

The whip struck his shoulders, and Slipknot screamed.

It was too much, he couldn’t take it. 

“Stop!” He cried, desperate. “Oh God, please, stop!”

“O-ho. Now he’s begging. Just like the dog that he is.” Lena laughed, but it was malevolent. “Where’s all that arrogance gone, big boy? I thought you said you’d tear me apart?”

“Please.” Slipknot panted. “Just- please…”

Lena giggled. “Twenty-nine days. Not bad, but I expected more from you.” She patted his cheek with faux affection. “Jacob, go get the collar, if he’s gonna act like a bitch, he’d best have the accessories.”

“Sure.”

“Lena, I love how you think.” Garrett laughed.

Slipknot whimpered, trying to turn away as a leather collar was cinched around his throat.

“Please-” He cut off as the collar suddenly tightened.

“Bet you never stopped when others begged you for mercy, did you, bitch?” Lena asked.

Slipknot closed his eyes, shivering. He yelped as the whip struck his back again.

“Did you?”

“I- Please!” He cried, desperate for the pain to stop.

A hand grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head back. Lena sneered, getting right in his face. She was in her thirties, he guessed, with black hair and dark eyes. 

“Did you?” 

“No.” Slipknot sobbed.

“So why should we stop for you?” She asked, readying the whip again. Slipknot thrashed against the restraints, panic flooding his body.

“Please!” He cried. “Please! I’m sorry! I-”

One of the men laughed. “He’s sorry?”

“Too late for that, bitch.” Lena sneered, drawing her arm back.

She hit him, again and again, until his voice broke from screaming, and finally, mercifully, he blacked out.

_______

Cleaning and stitching the vicious wounds on Slipknot’s back had taken Joey hours. Nemesis had helped where she could, but Joey had been to medical school, and she hadn’t.

So mostly, she’d changed the disinfectant and water when it got too dirty, and provided fresh cloths and bandages, and restocked coffee.

Nemesis sat down, closing her eyes for a moment. Slipknot cried out suddenly, startling her.

“Please, st-stop! Oh God...” He whimpered, squirming around in the tangle of sweat-drenched sheets.

Nemesis got up, and went to his side. Hesitating briefly, she rested her hand on his shoulder gently in an attempt to wake him up. Slipknot whimpered, flinching away from her touch, hiccuping sobs tearing out of this throat.

“Slipknot.” Nemesis said, keeping her voice soft.

The Supervillain moaned, whipping his head from side to side, a slurred plea slipping through his cracked lips.

“Slipknot?” Nemesis repeated, despite knowing that the Supervillain was too far under the grip of his fever to hold consciousness.

Heaving a sigh, she stood up, going to the kitchen, and soaking a cloth in cold water, and then grabbing a glass of water, and mixing in an electrolyte powder, before she returned to Slipknot’s side.

She knelt, brushing his damp hair out of his face, and laying the cloth across his forehead.

He groaned, his eyes fluttering open for a moment, before falling closed again. Still, he pressed weakly into the cool touch, mumbling feverishly.

“P-please...” He begged weakly. “Don’t…”

Nemesis straightened up, then sat down next to the shivering Supervillain.

Carefully, she slid her arm behind his head, supporting him as she held the glass against his bottom lip.

Slipknot moaned, trying to turn his head away.

“Nngghhh, n-no please. P-please no more... i-it hurts.” He sobbed. “D-don’t, please... n-no more.”

“Slipknot, you need to stay hydrated.” Nemesis said quietly.

“Hurts.” He whimpered. “I-I can’t do this, ple-please, m’sorry.”

“Ssssshhhh, Slipknot, this won’t hurt. I promise.”

Slipknot sniffled, but he took a tentative sip of water. After that first swallow, he leaned forward, drinking desperately, like a thirsty animal.

“Good job.” Nemesis cooed, once he finished the glass. She eased him back to the bed, unable to muster any of the bitterness she felt towards him. He was too scared for her to stay angry at him, no matter their past.

Slipknot shuddered, a soft whimper slipping past his lips.

__________

Joey grimaced, stretching his stiff muscles. 

Nemesis had insisted he get some rest after stitching Slipknot’s wounds, and he hadn’t had the energy to disagree.

Coming out from the guest bedroom, Joey found Nemesis sitting on the edge of the bed watching Slipknot with what seemed to be concern.

“What’s going on?”

“He’s having nightmares.” Nemesis replied. “He keeps begging for it to stop. I don’t think he knows where he is.”

“I’m not surprised. The infection is still keeping his fever quite high.”

“This is Lena Deinar’s work, isn’t it? I mean, hers personally. She’s the leader of this band of thugs.”

“She’s the leader of the Rogues. But she’s fucking impossible to find.”

“Not impossible.” Nemesis said absently. “Just difficult.” She looked up at Joey with those blazing green eyes. “She has to be stopped.”

“I’m doing my best.”

“Sometimes someone who works with the law can’t do what needs to be done.” Nemesis said quietly.

“What does that mean?” Joey asked, praying he was wrong.

“You can’t use lethal force. I can, and I will.”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that.” Joey said, sincerely.

“She’d better hope so too.” Nemesis said coolly. “This can’t be allowed to continue.”

“Nem, It’s-”

“Take her down, Joey, or I will.”  Nemesis said, her voice dropping dangerously quiet.

____

Slipknot lifted his head, his vision blurring from the heat. 

“W-where ‘m I?” He rasped.

“Ohoho, you sound so lost, mutt.” A terribly familiar voice sneered.

Slipknot cowered back, a distressed whine rising in his throat.

“Scared? You should be.”

“No! No please! Please!” He cried, struggling to sit up. “Please! I’m sorry, I-I can’t take this anymore!”

“You can and you will.” Lena replied coldly, unwinding the whip.

“Please!” Slipknot wailed.

Lena stepped closer and he started to cry.

“Slipknot?” A female voice asked. Trembling, Slipknot watched as a figure approached from behind Lena.

Nemesis.

Lena drew her arm back, but before she could bring the whip down, Nemesis stepped through her. Slipknot watched, wide eyed, as his tormentor crumbled into a pile of ashes at Nemesis’ bare feet.

Slipknot collapsed back against the bed, shaking from exhaustion and pain.

“H-how?” He stammered, looking up at Nemesis.

The girl tilted her head, her white-and-red hair swinging slightly in the movement. She sat down next to him.

“How- she- she was-”

“Slipknot, she isn’t here. It’s just me.” Nemesis said softly.

“But-”

“Sssssshhhh, you have a high fever. She’s not here.”

Slipknot shivered, curling up under the blankets.

“You’re safe.” 

That was the last thing he heard before darkness claimed him again.

[painsandconfusion]

Best failed escape line?

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Aw shucks, you *almost* made it.”

“You didn’t really think that was going to work, did you?”

“Don’t look so scared, sweetheart. We’re just going back home.”

“You really fucked up this time, didn’t you?”

“Stop. Turn around. Come here.”

Voting ended onFeb 2, 2023

[whump-or-whatever]

I love those whumpees who get so used to being kept in a little cage or box or whatever that they end up only being comfortable in spaces like that.

That is all.

[whumpster-dumpster]

Tonight I’m feeling the caretaker and whumpee friendship* where they’re besties but they don’t really make a show of it. 99% of the time it’s in the quiet moments, pats on the back and little shared smiles and inside jokes, stuff like that. There’s a history between them and that’s exactly where it stays, between them and them alone – but of course when one of them is in danger or vulnerable, that’s where the other one is in like a lion and everyone else is like “Ah, it’s like that kind of bond. Message received and understood”

*And I do mean friendship, because it’s not just lovers who can be the most important person in each other’s lives