#begging whump

[for-the-ouchies]

“I'm sorry!” whumpee says, desperately trying to think of what they could have done to deserve this. “I'm sorry, please, I'll be better, please I'm so sorry-”

“Hey, no, none of that.” Hands frame their face ever so gently, thumbs brushing the tears away. “You're doing everything right, sweetie. You're so perfect for me.”

They might not have realised it yet, but whumpee has none nothing wrong. There is nothing to apologise for. There is nothing they can do to make the pain stop.

[defire]

God, I love exhaustion whump. It’s just so lovely. Everything starts to blur together and you’re no longer in control of yourself. It’s like being drunk.

Writing prompts

Yes and here are some more things that happen with exhaustion!!

Exhaustion

Content: mostly sleep deprivation style exhaustion, harassing whumper, defiant whumpee, begging

Skin becoming so sensitive that every touch lights up your entire nervous system, becoming a gentle but constant torture if whumper won't leave whumpee alone

Headaches, noises become sharp and painful, every word is like those horrible semi truck brake sounds (you know what I'm saying? I hate those things)

Developing a migraine that lasts into the next day

Finding their head drooping forward wanting to sleep

Legs giving out suddenly and whumpee collapses, only to be reprimanded by whumper. "You are asking for it, whumpee."

Through their teeth, vision swimming, "I'm trying."

Leaning against a wall, arm trembling just to stay up

Hallucinations. Flinching at whumper's voice at their shoulder and there's no one there.

"please. Five minutes. Just five minutes. I'm begging you. I'm begging you, okay? You asked me to beg. I'm begging. Please." As tears come to their eyes.

[survivesurvivingwhump]

“take it out” nsfwhump dialogue of all time i think. incoherent, terrified, desperate begging. take it out, take it out, please, take it out.

[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.”

[bloodiedbriars]

Begging

“Please, don’t…”

“I’ll do anything.”

“Okay, okay! I’ll do it!”

“Don’t do this.”

“I will tell you anything you want.”

“Stop. Please.”

“I’ll never do it again!”

“What do I have to do to make this stop?”

“I’ll be good.”

“Don’t make me do this.”

“I can’t help you.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I’m begging you.”

“Have mercy…”

“I’ll never disobey again.”

pushing up to knees under great effort to beg

barely able to press out words in between sobs and shivers

dragged up by hair and asked to repeat their pleas

offering alternatives to the worst torture: “You can break every bone in my body, just not… this. Please.”

blurting out information without even being asked to, because maybe it’ll distract them

(Whumpuary 2026, Day 11: “please”)

[creatureofstories]

Leader Whumpee getting battered and bruised.

Leader who can’t be stoic, can’t keep a brave face, it just hurts too much-

But when they hear a team member start to speak up, the mask comes down again. They can’t afford to reveal anything. They can’t let one of their team take this. It would be against all they stand for.

Maybe Leader says to the team, near the start of the torture, that whatever happens, they are not to give in. Even if later Leader begs for it to end.

Do the team abide by this? When Leader is crumpled on the floor, a scrunched-up bloodied tissue, sobbing and crying and pleading? When they scream “Just make it stop! Please take them instead! Tell Whumper it all! Torture them, not me!”? When they look through, not at their Second in Command, both dead eyed and sniffling, but one on the floor, gagging on bile, skin lacerated? When they say to them

Why?

Do the team listen to Leader’s orders, or Leader’s pleas?

[towhumpornottowhump]

Begginggggggggg

Obviously, a Whumper who doesn't care, or is spurred on by it.

But also, what about if sometimes it does work?

Whumper providing commentry and/or direction, and only stopping when they think Whumpee has taken it onboard well enough.

Whumpee's surprise the first time Whumper does stop.

Whumper who doesn't even get to the torture somedays, Whumpee learning to appease them without the extra effort.

Whumpee getting steadily desensitised to Whumper's usual threats, and Whumper deciding they have to follow through with them. All of them. In one sitting.

Whumper having different standards on different days - sometimes all they want is the fear in Whumpee's eyes, and sometimes they will be satisfied by nothing but blood.

Whumpee who thinks that maybe, if they ask right, if they plead well enough, they can go home.

Whumper who doesn't actually care what Whumpee says - or how - but just wants to twist what they once were, exchanging fight or flight or freeze with fawn every time. Because they can.

Bonus:

Caretaker accidentally triggering Whumpee, and not even all the reassurance they can muster will recenter Whumpee, because Whumper did that too.

[littlelambramblings]

A Proposal

Summary: whumpee begging to stay with whumper to get away from a worse whumper

TW: parental whumper, defiant whumpee, attempted sexual assault mentioned, suggested arranged marriage, cult whump, multiple whumpers one whumpee, long-term captivity, chains, starvation, bad grammar and the abuse of em-dashes

Masterlist here.

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"What?" Theodore clenched his teeth so hard together, he was surprised they didn't shatter. He was standing—no, looming over the table, the chair he was sitting on just seconds ago laid knocked over behind him. 

To his credit, Cameron managed to keep a blank face at the zealous display of anger. He blinked slowly, shifting his hands onto the table, "I want to marry Jasper. I've come for your blessing." 

Theodore should kill him, just for having the audacity of trying to steal Jace after they were finally together again. He could already picture the calm, smug look on Cameron's face draining as he wrapped his hands around his throat and just squeezed—

"Theo, please," Eleanor's pleading tone halted him. 

Keeping his glare pinned to Cameron, Theodore picked the chair off the floor and sat back down at the table. He took a deep breath, gritting out through his teeth, "Absolutely not, Jace is mine."

"Yes, he is," Cameron placated easily.

Theodore paused, the fight leaving him at the admission. He was ready for a struggle. Honestly, he had hoped for it. Jace was such a fragile thing that Theodore feared he would break him just by breathing on him. At the same time, Jace was also so rebellious that Theodore couldn't just not punish him for his behaviour. It left Theodore struggling to find the perfect balance between too much and not enough, but with Cameron—with Cameron, he wouldn't need to worry about being too much. 

With his hackles raised, Theodore turned to his sister, "Explain."

Eleanor sighed tiredly, swirling a teaspoon absentmindedly in her teacup, "You're grouchy this morning—more than usual, at least." She peeked up through under her eyelashes, "Late night?"

Running a hand down his face, Theodore grunted in affirmation, "Jace is … volatile, at the moment."

"Where is he?" Eleanor's gaze trailed to the metal hook attached to the wall next to the staircase. There were several placed throughout the house, all carefully limiting Jace from reaching any doors, which Jace's ankle cuff could be attached to. Jace would still have to run across 100 acres undetected to escape even if he managed to leave the house, but Theodore didn't want to risk it. After all, he could still get hurt, or lost, or stolen. 

Besides, Jace was still not fully healed from the initial move back home. "Sleeping, hopefully. But given how quiet it is, he's probably misbehaving again. Maybe hiding in the closet," Theodore sighed once again. He'd been doing that a lot more recently. 

"Aw, poor thing," Eleanor eyebrows furrowed. "I've been worried about him. Are you still letting him eat?"

Theodore stared at her blankly, before responding slowly, "He's losing weight as is; I can't starve someone who's already starving." 

"If I could, sir," Cameron piped in eagerly, a boyish grin stretching across his face, "I'd be more than happy to help him get settled in."

"You stay out of this—!" "—That's a great idea, Cameron!" Eleanor verbally bulldozered over Theodore's hiss, making Theodore finally direct his glare at Eleanor instead of Cameron. Eleanor remained unphased. "Come on, Theodore. The whole point of moving back home was to have the community help settle you guys in as family!" "But he wants to steal him from me!" Theodore was standing again, hands slammed down on the table with such force the fine china shook warningly where it sat. "We are supposed to be safe here!"

"And you are safe," Eleanor cut in. "Seriously, Theodore, what did you expect? Do you expect him to stay here all alone? He needs a keeper."

 Nearly sounding feral, Theodore growled out, "I'm his keeper."

"Yes, but you won't be able to be his keeper forever, Theodore," Eleanor's expression pinched together in annoyance. "The more entangled he gets with the family, the harder it will be for him to leave you or us. Cameron's just suggesting solutions long-term."

"I don't mean to impose, sir," Cameron made a somewhat exaggerated pleading expression. "He'd still be yours, of course; the two of you would just have some extra support from the family." Cameron let out a small chuckle that made Theodore want to throttle him even more, "We could even come to a custody agreement, of sorts. He spends the weekdays with you, the weekends with me, that kind of thing. I'm sure you could use the break!"

"And, I mean, I didn't want to say anything to you, sir, out of respect, but…" Cameron continued, baring his teeth in a wide smile, "Jasper and I bonded quite well earlier, you know, when I was helping you move him back home."

The sound of ringing in Theodore's ears grew. Logically, it made sense. Having Jace make personal connections with the family would only make it harder for him to leave now and in the future. However, the thought of actually giving him away, even if it was just for a weekend like Cameron suggested, made Theodore feel sick, as if he was going against his very nature. 

"Jace!" Theodore called out before he could stop it. He stormed away from the table, footsteps thundering behind him as he dashed upstairs. "Jasper, come here now!" He jogged down the hall, following the chain that was linked to the upstairs level. 

"Baby?" Theodore sighed tiredly as he spotted the chain trail off underneath Jace's bed. So, that's where he hid this time… "Sweetheart, come on out." Crouching to the floor, Theodore peeked under the bed and saw terrified hazel eyes staring back at him. The young boy had pressed himself into the far corner of the bed that met the wall. "I promise you're not in trouble." Jace didn't move. Theodore's stare hardened, "But you're gonna be if you don't get out of there." Still, Jace didn't move.

With an annoyed grunt, Theodore grabbed the chain and pulled, dragging out the younger boy by his ankle. "Fuck, no—let go!" Jace flailed, hands reaching out to claw at the wooden floor fruitlessly, "Just—Just leave me alone! I wasn't even doing anything—!" 

Theodore didn't stop to hear the rest of his complaints, merely picking him up under his armpits and carrying him back downstairs as if he were an unruly kitten. The chain clattered loudly behind them as it was unlocked from the clasp keeping Jace bound upstairs. Theodore didn't bother reattaching it to the one downstairs. He sat back down at the dining table, Jasper on his knee as he absentmindedly bounced it up and down as if to soothe a fussy toddler. 

Jasper was quiet, most likely confused at the sudden change in people around him. Although he seemed to notice the way Cameron's face brightened, subconsciously curling into Theodore’s chest as if to get away. Theodore turned Jace's head towards him with a finger before speaking in a monotone tone, "Cameron wants to marry you."

With a dark fascination, Theodore watched as Jace's eyes filled with panic. "W—What?" He gasped out, a tight coil of dread forming in his stomach. Jace's heart pounded faster and faster as Theodore watched silently. The sting of tears filled Jace's doe eyes. 

Theodore let the tension build until Jace began to shake.

"Should I let him?" Theodore murmured in a detached tone, hiding the desperate need he had to take Jace’s head in his hands and comfort the poor thing. "No—" Jace stared in shock at Theodore, horrified at the suggestion, as memories—memories of Cameron gripping his hands behind his back, tugging down his jeans, and kissing his nape—rushed through his head, "No, Theodore, please." Jace was only able to get away because he wasn't alone with Cameron, but… but if that wouldn’t be the case…Jace dry-heaved at the thought of what would happen. He could almost taste the thick pine tree cologne Cameron wore that day and was wearing now from across the table.

Even now, he could feel Cameron’s silent demand for Jace to turn and look at him…

Turning around to face Theodore while he sat on his lap, Jace threw his arms around Theodore's neck, pleading out, "No—no, I want to stay with you, dad—daddy, please. I...I missed you s—so much, dad." He pressed his nose into the junction between Theodore throat and shoulder, nuzzling the older man who quietly observed the display. "I'll be good, I'll be so good for you," the young man continued to blubber.

Embarrassingly, Jace noticed that he was weeping. Tears streamed down his face and pooled into Theodore's dress shirt. "Please," he whispered, "don't let him." 

Theodore finally looked away from Jace, staring up at Eleanor and Cameron. Eleanor's face read as exasperated, while Cameron's smile faded into a blank expression. Triumphant, Theodore let himself break out into a smug grin, "My apologies, you know how the little ones get." He wrapped his arms around Jasper, fingertips polka-dotting down his knobbed spine—he really should get Jace to eat more, but that was a problem for another time—as he bounced Jace up and down on his knee once again in an attempt to hush the sobs ripping out of him, "I'm afraid this one's still too young to separate from his father."

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A/N: Meet Cameron! He's going to get officially introduced most likely within the next chapter or 2 of Confining Care, but for now all you need to know about him is that he's another member of the cult and that he kindaaaa human trafficked Jace to get him back to where the cult is located

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