I'm thinking about the christian depiction of demons, but any kind of demon works :)
Oh yes. I love non-human whump.
The demon being summoned. While this can be normal for many demons, it might already be whumpy! Being ripped away from their dimension and forced to be somewhere against their will, bound in a circle and forced to listen to these humans who think they have a right to this. Many demons love the opportunity to trick humans, but maybe Whumpee hates it.
Humans who summon Whumpee and know how to trap them there. Whumpee can't go back, and can't fight the humans.
Humans capturing Whumpee for experimentation.
Wings Whump! Maybe they trap Whumpee. Not summoned for who they are or their powers, but just for their body. They cut of their wings, their horns, maybe even tail. Whatever they want to have for research or trophies.
The fallen angel trope. Whumpee isn't used to being a demon, still has to get used to their new body, the new home. They miss their friends and family, their old home, their old self. Was their punishment just?
Whumpee who is a lesser demon having to serve another demon. Being tortured every day if they refuse, or just tortured anyway for 'motivation' or joy of the other demon. They have no life here, they're just an object, a weapon.
Whumpee who is gone from their realm for too long and starts to grow weak. The pain getting worse and worse every day.
Special chains and cages to keep Whumpee trapped my beloved. Especially if they burn/hurt.
You are captured and sacrificed to summon a demon. What the summoner didn't know was that by using your blood, the demon was bound to you rather than them. When the demon appears, it breaks your bonds and you escape with it....
Only to realize that it's in even worse shape than you are. The summoning pulled it away from its own torment (by angels or humans, writer's choice).
Now the two of you are on the run from both of your tormentors, and neither of you knows exactly how the summoning affected you.
---
With some inspiration from @whumpwillow's Demon's Haven and @whump-tr0pes's Lux In Tenebris
Fingers pinch the demon's tail and lift him from the box he has been trapped in. It hurts to be held like this, his tail burning from the strain. He is tossed into a mesh wire strainer with a long handle and the towering human carries him in it over to a bucket of water.
It isn't just any water, he knows.
"Please," he begs, clutching the edge of the strainer and peering up at the man. "Please, it'll kill me..."
He isn't expecting a response, but the human chuckles.
"Unlikely. It's diluted. I know it won't kill you, because I've done this before to every other little pest like you that tries to steal from me."
"I won't do it again!" he promises. "Let me go and I'll get far away and never come back!"
"Oh, you'll never come back alright. You'll be lucky if you can move after I'm done with you."
"No, no, no, no!"
The man submerges the entire sieve and its contents in the bucket. Rather than the scalding burn of pure holy water, however, the effect is subtler at first. His skin prickles uncomfortably, a sensation that grows until stinging like needles over every inch of him. He keeps his eyes and mouth shut tight. When he is lifted from the water he lets out a ragged gasp; he is shaking like a leaf, tingling all over like static.
"See? Not so bad."
The horrible feeling has just started to ebb when the strainer lowers again. The demon rasps out another little "no" before he is engulfed in the water again. This time the burn is greater, like every inch of his skin is being scraped against sandpaper. It is agony on his open eyes and down his throat as he unintentionally takes in a gulp. Like before, he is lifted out again, coughing and hacking violently once he meets the air. He tries again to beg but his voice will not work. He feels like he is wrapped tight in pain.
Lowered again, the little demon lets out a whine and curls in on himself, as if that will protect him from a thing.
Ten times.
The human dips him into the water ten times. Each time is more excruciating than the last. His skin feels sore and raw and simmers with heat. Pangs shoot through his stomach after swallowing so much of the water. At first he convulses and wheezes each time he is pulled out, but by the final time, he is faint and half-conscious.
Suddenly it is bright all around. The demon groans and shields his eyes. Cool air hits his skin and it becomes clear he is outside. The human carries the sieve with him in it for some time, deep into the woods behind his house. When he has gotten far enough for his liking, he holds the sieve out and tips it over, letting the little creature drop to the ground. He lands on a bed of moss, but even its softness is too much for his tender skin.
Finally the human leaves the demon there, defenseless and so weak he can hardly move, just like he promised.
YEAR: 2024
COLLECTION: The Best of 2024
CW: angel whumpee, angel whumper, demon whumpee, demon whumper, demon caretaker, caretaker x whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, literal objectification, dehumanization, captivity whump, recovery whump, bruising, scars, restraints, non-sexual nudity
and here we have the best of 2024...which just happens to be the rest of the art for this year that wasn't Swap AUs. but i really do love these, especially the timeskip comic showing whumper Logan becoming a whumpee. look at him snarking to Derek. look at his little gay earring. this man has NO idea what's in store for him.
the first pic is actually a redraw of my first concept art for AOTW. in retrospect, i made Logan's boobs way too big. his are itty bitty.
and the second pic is Champion!Derek being a little coy with his Master. he knows damn well it's a compliment.
you can find more of this story at @angel-on-the-wall-official 🩶
if you are against proship/profic, you will be blocked. even if you don't identify as an 'anti'. you are supporting fascism and that is not tolerated here.
It had been going so well. Angel had just begun to think that maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Looking back, that was their fatal mistake — letting their guard down. Angel should have known this couldn’t truly go unnoticed. And they knew Demon was never unnoticed. Demons were not afforded the graces of angels; after all, there could be no forgiveness for the damned… the unforgivable.
They had been spending the evening quietly together, and it had just been… nice. The pair of them laid on the sofa watching a movie, popcorn they didn’t need but tasted amazing in front of them. Demon had rested their head on Angel’s shoulder, exhaling softly, seemingly relaxed for the first time since Angel had known them, and Angel hadn’t pulled away. In fact, they’d wrapped an arm around the demon and tentatively pulled them closer. They had been sat like that for half of the movie when it all went wrong.
Angel had been half-falling asleep, and suddenly everything came crashing down; Demon screamed as an invisible pain wrapped itself around them like barbed wire, the twilight sky outside turned pitch black and the TV screen flickered as a force that could only be described as evil barrelled up through the earth and latched onto Demon. Angel flinched back, eyes wide with terror and hesitation before lunging forward to grab Demon who was sinking into the earth. Only it was too late. Demon was gone. And it was all Angel’s fault. Hell had found out about the two of them, and Demon was going to pay the price.
Which was how Angel had ended up sneaking through the depths of Hell to rescue their love from their fate. It had been near impossible to get in and find them, and Angel’s wings were starting to singe from the exposure to damnation, but they would not stop until their love was safe. Then they found them.
Demon was strung up to the ceiling, dangling limply from the metal framework in the cold iron cell. Then Angel noticed the blood. Pouring from all over Demon, down their prone body and dripping onto the floor below. Angel had to press a hand to their mouth hard to suppress the scream rising in their throat. They unfurled their wings and flew up to unchain Demon, each second feeling like an hour as they worked away at the cuffs. Finally they gave way and Demon fell, into Angel’s waiting arms, barely able to keep themself up; but Angel didn’t mind. All they cared about was getting back to Demon’s earthly apartment where they could heal in peace.
They shifted the demon in their arms into a bridal carry and flew out of Hell, taking the route furthest from any prying eyes to avoid detection.
When they arrived in the apartment, the bleeding had slowed from a steady stream to an uneven trickle, but Demon was not showing any signs of healing, though they were now a tad more lucid.
“A.. Angel…” they mustered as Angel gently laid them down on their bed.
“Shh, I’m here. You’re safe. I’m going to fix this, I swear. Trust me, my love.” they whispered into the demon’s ear. They did a quick scan of the demon’s body, taking in the ‘punishment’ Hell’s minions had doled out with horror. Someone had taken a knife between each of their ribs, which was the main cause of the blood loss. Their body was littered with dark bruises and deep cuts and burns, and there was an unstable burst fracture in their lower spine. God, what have they done to you? Angel thought bitterly. They took a deep breath and called upon their divine power to begin healing the demon, before pulling back as a memory flooded their mind.
Demon had appeared on Angel’s doorstep after being attacked by a group of humans they couldn’t resist without revealing their true form. Angel had immediately gone to heal their injuries… but the second they touched the demon’s skin, Demon had shrieked. The divine energy had rejected the ‘evil’ form, healing regardless but causing excruciating pain throughout — so much worse than the injuries themselves. Demon had slunk off to heal naturally and had avoided Angel for weeks afterwards, afraid to show weakness.
Now, Angel met Demon’s eye and saw the same thought reflected back at them. But this time Demon didn’t pull away. They grabbed Angel’s hand.
“Hey, listen… listen to me. You have to do this. These aren’t little human injuries… I can’t heal on my own. No matter how much I scream, or how much I beg, you can't stop. You can’t. Trust me, Angel. And do it.”
Angel hesitated but could see the pleading in their demon’s eyes. They both knew this was the only way. So they took a deep breath, steeling themselves as Demon’s eyes slid away from theirs and shut tight. They pulled their divine energy in towards their hands… and touched it to Demon’s back. The second their skin made contact, Demon couldn’t fight the gut-wrenching howl that tore out of them. Angel winced, tears escaping as they pushed on, Demon’s words echoing in their mind.
As minutes turned into hours the words started to fade against the cries of agony penetrating their thoughts. Demon had long since grown hoarse from screaming and their shrieks had dissolved into unintelligible pleas for the pain to stop.
“Ange… Angel please stop I c-can’t do it anymore I-I-I… stopitpleasestopit- Angel please…”
Angel sobbed as they begged, guilt ripping through their very soul even as they closed up the last of the wounds. “I’m sorry, my love… I’m so sorry. It’ll be over soon…”
Afterwards, they lay next to Demon, who lay silently on the bed with their back to the angel, the angel’s eyes fixed on the back of their head, praying that they would be okay but not daring to say anything lest they hurt their love further.
Please do one of the Humiliation Prompts! I like the "muzzling" one, but making a demon agree to derogatory comments about themselves sounds interesting too:)
Humiliation Prompts
Thank you so much for the ask! I got real spoiled during this round of reblogging ask games, so hope the wait for this here was worth it. I also love how you're not the only one who asked for Bran to be muzzled because she's a whumpee doomed to be muzzled quite a bit for her story, lol. So because of this, you're gonna get them combined >:)
Muzzling Them and Forced to Agree to Derogatory Comments- Bran
She hates the way his hand feels, running up and down her body, like he owns her, like he-
"Ah, ah, ah."
His hand comes up to her throat, taking hold of her chin to point her face at the mirror from across his bed. He forces her to meet his eyes there. To see herself as he sees her. Bound and muzzled, curled against him, her tail limp over her waist while she can do nothing but lie there, fully pliant under his hold.
"You could be such a pretty princess." he coos in her ear, running a finger along her neck. "Even for a demon, you don't have half bad a body, do you?" He fondles one of her breasts, playing with her nipple roughly as he smirks. "You're not even that untalented at fucking, when you want to be."
She has no choice but to take this silently, seething under her gag. One day, she'd show him. One day, she'd take hold of his balls and-
"Now, now, little bird, careful."
Cold against her skin makes her stiffen before she even sees the blade reflected in the mirror. She struggles not to flinch as he dances it over her ribs.
"Look into the mirror and repeat after me, sweetling: I am a worthless whore."
When she hesitates, the knife flicks against her skin. This time she does flinch as he cuts her in a rather sensitive area for her kind.
'I am a worthless whore.' she repeats in her mind, staring at her own eyes in the mirror.
"Good girl." he praises, kissing her neck. "Now: I am a simpering slut."
A tear dares to trace down her cheek. 'I am a simpering slut.'
"I am now, and have always been, a pathetic, little bitch."
His hand is between her legs, toying with her as she repeats, 'I am now, and have always been, a pathetic, little bitch.'
"Such a good girl you are. One day you'll behave without my prompting. I can't wait to see you broken."
And she has no choice but to take it. To have him toy and play with her like a doll while those phrases circle in her mind, around and around. Like a clock with no end.
Tick, tick, ticking her way into...
She wouldn't let the clock run out.
She wouldn't.
She couldn't.
Hope you like how this one turned out! And as always, feel free to send more asks. :) I've got all the ask games I've reblogged in this handy-dandy list here (should be up to date? if not, the tag #just tell me it's from this or i'll forget is always up to date)
Fallen Songbird Taglist:
@scumashling
Also, if possible, if anyone could support me on ko-fi, that'd be much appreciated! Only within one's means, don't go broke to help me out.
In all honesty, Ko wasn’t sure how Aziphem would take coming to with his horns shaved to stubs. The demon never took well to being humanized. A psychological issue as well as a physical one, and yet another challenge for him to overcome.
Eventually Aziphem would realize this was for the best.
However, Ko had the feeling today would not be the day. As such, the demon would need to remain at least somewhat sedated for the upcoming days. Maybe he could wean him down, going from being nearly catatonic to simply medicated. He wanted the demon awake and aware, just … compliant. And Aziphem hardly was on a good day.
Maybe it would just be best to leave him in a daze, unaware of what was being done.
The golden eye in Aziphem’s forehead swiveled, focusing on Ko as he approached to check his cannulas were properly taped. The angel returned its unblinking gaze, then sighed.
“So you’re still conscious?”
No response.
“Aziphem, you don’t need to pretend. If you want to be left alone I am done for the day. Do you want something for the pain?”
A small twitch in the unconscious demon, as if still asleep. Ko’s brow furrowed, chewing on his lip for a moment. Retrieving his pen, the angel jammed the point into the sensitive nail bed of Aziphem’s claws, only to get nothing in response. The golden eye, however, tracked every motion the pen made.
“Third eye seems to be on an automatic response, regardless of subject’s consciousness.” Ko murmured, scratching down the note with the pen he had just jabbed Aziphem with. Flipping through the stacks of papers, he skimmed the notes on that third eye. It has been a point of interest, one he had attempted to remove only to find it regrew much faster than the rest of the demon. The anatomy was similar enough to a normal human eye, minus the placement of the socket. He had found it’s motion to be detached from Aziphem’s black eyes, moving in any direction regardless of where the demon was looking. He needed to test vision for it, he had just assumed it was the same as the other eyes but now- he was not so sure. Was Aziphem able to see him now or was this an automatic response? The angel sighed, setting his clipboard down and letting his gaze return to his sleeping demon.
Aziphem was moving.
The air mask shook as the mouth behind it twisted. For a brief moment, Ko assumed Aziphem was simply trying as per normal to get anything put on him off of him. Obliging, he reached out and lifted the mask from Aziphem’s face.
“Now you want to talk to m-” The words faltered, the horror of the sight in front of him sinking into Ko’s stomach.
Aziphem’s black eyes remained closed and peaceful, lashes barely touching and brows neutral. His arms rested in their restraints, chains slack and motionless.
But that mouth.
The demon’s jaw contorted into a variety of shapes, grinding the sharp teeth together then jerking so far away that Ko could see down it’s throat only to snap together at an uncomfortable angle. Syllables formed on it’s lips, but the steady sleeping breathing and still vocal cords brought forth no sound beyond teeth meeting teeth. It was trying to talk yet lacked the control of the body to do so and as such jerked it’s puppet around desperate for any motion.
It wanted his attention, and as that golden eye met Ko’s again, the teeth finally stilled into a stretched smile.
It saw him, and more importantly, he saw it.
Every prey instinct told him to run and Ko refused to fight them, scrambling from his chair to the door of the recovery room. It was dangerous to leave his subject alone, even heavily sedated and restrained. But even with that golden eye out of sight, the renewed snapping of teeth spilled from the bed. Protocol was hardly a concern, Ko only wanted to put distance between him and it.
Even sealing every door in his lab didn’t make him feel safe.
Even collapsing into Alejo’s arms, holy blade clutched to his chest did not make him feel safe.
The medication would wear down, Aziphem would come to. Ko could only hope the demon could control whatever it was because that primal fear he felt as the golden eye snapped it’s teeth at him warned him that he could not.
