#first whump

[i-whump-dat]

Comment time!!!!

Who was your very first whumpee?

For me, it's always gonna be Star Trek TOS Capt. James T. effing Kirk ~ i was like, 5 when my dad showed me Journey to Babel 🫠

How about y'all?

[worshipbrumelon-gio]

cw: dubious consent, hostage situation, bound wrists, slight pet whump, bruises, minor dehumanization ig?

hello whumplr! this is my first post in this community and on tumblr in general, but i’ve had this idea for a while and wanted to share it!!

incubus whumpee summoned to earth by human whumper, whumpee is give a proposed contract: allow whumper to keep them as a pet in exchange for whumpee feeding off of their energy. whumpee accepts, not knowing that whumper is a sadist.

the best part? caregiver is either a fellow demon or a god who becomes worried when whumpee hasn’t visited in a while. they track whumpee down and find them bound in whumper’s basement, covered in bruises and half conscious. caregiver rains hellfire down on whumper.

again, this is my first whump submission, lmk what you think!!

[blackrosesandwhump]

Experiment 13--Part 1

Here’s my first official whump fic! Still figuring out how to present it properly...

CW: suffocation, human experimentation, loss of consciousness, torture, imprisonment

I didn’t know how I’d been lying in the tank. Long enough, at least, that my senses had turned almost completely numb. I could still feel the movement of water around me. I could still hear some sounds from outside the coffin-like container that held me. Nothing else. I focused on breathing through the mask strapped to my face. No more struggling for now.

My breaths sucked to a halt. I couldn’t breathe. The air flow had stopped. Panic seized my body. I glanced around wildly. Someone had to notice. Someone, anyone. Thundering heartbeat. Burning lungs. I needed air. I was going to die—

There. Someone was in the room. His hand rested on the breathing tube. He observed me through the glass. I saw who it was and fought weakly.

“Best watch yourself, Mr. Ward.” The man ducked over to the tank. I almost passed out from the rush of oxygen to my head. “Only one of us can pass these tests, and you know what happens to those who fail.” His words were muffled, but I understood. I lay still and watched him leave.

Those who fail. I would not be one of them. I would survive the experiments. But I hadn’t yet survived this one.

I closed my eyes and let the water dissolve my senses again. My name is Eliakim Matheus Ward, I thought. I had only pretended to forget my given name. In fact, I hadn’t forgotten it at all.

I was also Experiment 13. Of the twelve others before me, two had died almost immediately, six had survived initially but disappeared after being deemed “defective,” and four were still alive. I swore I would be one that lived, even if no one else made it but me.

The door to the lab opened. Dr. Steele, come to check on me. I stiffened and looked away, avoiding his probing stare.

“What’s his status? Nothing yet?” He seemed to be speaking to the empty room, until I noticed his assistant inspecting me from the other side. Like I was a fish on display.

“Nothing,” his assistant confirmed.

Nothing. The word echoed in my head. Nothing. Was I going to fail like the others had? The restraints dug into my skin. They seemed tighter than before. I tried to breathe evenly and didn’t hear what he said next.

My skin started to burn. My vision darkened. The doctor must have done something to me. I didn’t know what. The darkness started to swallow my mind. I couldn’t think or make a sound. From a long distance away came muffled words: “…solution…working…transformation…”

Then the pain began. It ripped through my veins, wrenched the breath from me, sent spasms through my arms and legs. I screamed in my throat. The mask kept my mouth sealed shut. I screamed again. And again.

A surge of inhuman strength overtook the pain. I was blind and voiceless, but I fought. I had to escape. I couldn’t die here. Not like this. Not as Experiment 13. I had a name. I had—

Glass broke and crumbled. Sudden pressure on the side of my neck. I tried to claw it away. Someone cursed.

The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was Dr. Steele’s pleased smile above me.

[stitchedwhumper]

Viola’s First Auction

TW: Dehumanization, people being sold as objects

This was the first time that Viola had been to a place like this, it had been her father's idea to bring her to this auction. Although she knew they were wealthy, she didn't think her father would be interested in them since it was antique items or arbitrary things that they already owned or didn't have room for that were being sold. Her father had assured her that it was a unique item that was being sold, nothing that they had already owned. Figuring that it was better to see for herself rather than arguing when she hadn't even been there yet, Viola agreed to accompany her father to the auction.

They'd gotten to the large auction room rather early, thus got to sit front row to get the best view of the products being sold. A few others were already there before the brunette and her father had even arrived, all of them looking rather excited. In a way, it made her excited as well since this would be a first for her and if other patrons were excited then these must be rare and exceptional items. Her anticipation rose with every passing moment, and she occasionally would take glances at her father who seemed just as excited as the other people there. Taking a moment to get his attention, Viola asked in more of a hushed tone than was necessary, "So, do you know what all is being auctioned? Or, is it more of a surprise?"

Turning his attention toward his daughter's pale visage, he merely replied, "It's a surprise, but don't worry, I'll only get the best. If you want anything or see anything here that catches your eye, just let me know and I'll get it for you."

Peering back up at the auctioneer stage, Viola couldn't help but clap her hands together in delight as she was starting to understand why her dad had brought her here. He wanted to give her an exotic gift! She couldn't quite think of anything she'd done recently that would warrant him doing this for her, save for her grades, or progressing with her violin and piano. Regardless of the reason, Viola was just happy that she could spend time with her, usually busy, dad.

It didn't take long for the auctioneer to come to the stage, nor for the seats to become completely filled. Although he began to speak to the crowd, thanking them all for coming, and introducing the products as rare, and exotic, Viola was finding it hard to concentrate and her chocolate eyes darted to the doors that stood on either side of the stage, wondering what all would come out of them. She was both nervous and excited to find out what exactly made these items so exotic as they had said.

Though, the seventeen year old clued back in once he'd shouted for the workers to begin bringing out their products for the show. Viola swore her heart could burst from how excited she was. Watching both doors, her excitement quickly turned to a mix of confusion and horror once the doors opened to reveal people in tattered clothing, chained at their wrists, and looking at the floor instead of the crowd that had gathered there for them.

From what the brunette could gather just by looking at them, it seemed that the two groups were separated by whether they were male or female. The women stood on the left and the men on the right. Some of them didn't even have a reaction to what was happening, others looked petrified or angered by what they were being subjected to. What stood out to her immediately from the men's side was a boy around her age with white hair and a muzzle on his mouth. None of the others had this, from what she could see. Was he overly aggressive and have a tendency to bite when angered, or were they trying to treat him like an animal? Uncertainty beginning to plague her mind, Viola turned to her, still smiling, father. "Dad," she whispered, "what is this? Why are these people on stage, and in chains?"

"I told you, they're rare and I'll get one for you should one particularly stand out to you." He didn't even turn to look at her as he said that, he just kept staring at the people being presented as mere products instead of the humans they were. A look of shock came over her as the sounds of chains shifting, and the voice of the auctioneer pulled her attention back to the stage. A chill went down her spine as she saw a woman up there in the spotlight, looking as though this wasn't the first time she'd been presented in front of a crowd like this. The auctioneer went on and on about her as if she wasn't standing right next him, and before Viola knew it the bids began. The people who had once been silent were now clamoring for this woman, shouting numbers, all higher than the last before she was finally sold to the person who had shouted the highest number without any opposition.

For a little while, Viola shut down in abject shock and horror, wondering how this was even legal. Though, she did wonder what would happen to these people since they were being sold as if they were objects or slaves. A few more people were sold before she dared look back at the stage, and she froze at who she saw on display. It was that boy, the one who had white hair and the muzzle.

Now that he was much closer to the crowd, Viola was able to get a much better look at him. He was tall, incredibly muscular, and seemed to be around her age, if not in his early twenties, late teens. Despite how he looked, he was just as pale as Viola, as though he'd been kept inside for some time against his will. Though, aside from his white hair, his most striking feature were his mismatched eyes. Even from where she sat, Viola could clearly make out that his right eye was a similar brown to her own while his left eye was a beautiful sky blue.

Even despite the situation, Viola felt as though she should do something to save him from any nasty fate, but the only way to do that was to buy him. While the auctioneer prattled on about this boy, Viola practically whipped her head in the direction of her dad and whispered, "Dad, that boy. Do you think... Do you think I could get him?" It pained her to ask such a question, but if she wanted to spare him, it was the only way. Certainly, there were many others who she could easily save, but Viola felt as though it would seem too suspicious if she was interested in all of them at once. Thus, she settled on the more aggressive one.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm absolutely certain."

He made a face of mild surprise at the change of heart his daughter had, but was glad that she'd made a decision before all of the products had been snatched up, however aggressive they seemed. He did worry, though, about this muzzled boy being too aggressive and even hurting his beloved daughter. He would make certain to give this one proper training so it would never come to that unpleasant scenario.

As promised, once the auctioneer started the bid, Viola's dad had raised his numbered flag, calling out a number much higher than what was originally placed. Others tried to outbid him, but the brunette's father was stubborn, and persistent. He was determined to keep the promise he'd made and get her the object of her fancy. With each and every bid, Viola's father always bet much higher, until eventually, the others had stopped trying to outbid him, thus the muzzled boy was sold to Viola and her father.

Upon going collect their prize, the boy practically growled at them as though he were a feral animal wearing human skin. If he could, he would have told the both of them off, if not for his mouth being forcefully kept shut.

Despite his obvious display of aggression, Viola's dad merely smirked as though mocking him, all the while his daughter wanted to approach.

Taking cautious steps forward, Viola attempted to get close enough to try and remove that muzzle of his, but before she could, the much taller male lunged at her. This earned him a swift, heavy punch to the face from her dad, who then grabbed the white haired boy by his hair and stated through that, now strained, smile.

"Attempt anything like that with my daughter again, and I'll make your life hell. I'll make anything you've already endured seem like heaven." The older of the two let him go, but practically shoved him away, almost making the white haired boy lose his balance, but as soon as he'd stabilized himself glared daggers at the older male. If looks could kill, Viola's dad surely would have been dead multiple times over. As for the brunette, herself, she took that opportunity to approach the, already agitated, boy again. To try and silently tell him that she wouldn't hurt him, she gently placed her right hand upon his left cheek, cupping that side of his face.

At first, he tried to push her hand away with his head, but a certain older fellow was watching his every move. Just like that, he was forced to allowed Viola to cup his face with her right hand, which, he didn't want to admit, was nice to feel after being manhandled, muzzled, and even torn away from everything he'd once known. Even If it was only slightly, his facial expression did soften as his mismatched eyes found Viola's behind her square glasses. He even found himself leaning into her touch the more her hand had stayed.

It looked like he had no other choice than to be a good dog.

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Sun woke up in darkness to the rattling and shaking encompassing them, like their own private earthquake: someone was kicking their cage.  

      “Wake up!” they heard someone yell, they couldn’t see for the blindfold covering their eyes keeping them in consistent darkness. They heard the squeak of hinges and then hands were on them, yanking them out by their hair and the chain attached to their collar. “Stand up! Come with me.” another sharp hank to the chain and they were up shakily on their feet, they hadn’t been permitted to walk in days and they were doing their best not to stumble and fall. Soon they heard another door open and they were yanked forward. More hands this time grabbed them and they struggled as they felt restraints pulled over their chest and hips and ankles, their cuffed hands hooked to the table. This was a familiar process by now, but that didn’t stop Sun’s chest from burning, from their lungs hyperventilating, or their heart racing as they anticipated what would happen to them. They were pulling against their restraints when they heard the sound of their captor’s voice and tensed, whole body going still.

      “Today we are going to try something new, sweet thing.” Her voice said sickeningly soft and gentle. She caressed Sun’s face with the back of her hand and they flinched away, “There’s nothing you could do to get me to tell you anything!” they spat.

       She laughed, “I don’t care about that today. In fact, today is about silence” Sun could hear her smile in her words when she spoke.

      A sharp spike of anxiety shot through Sun’s spine. What was she going to do? They werent about to ask her. Sun felt an additional strap going over their forehead and they shook their had wildly until hands held them down and forced them still enough for the restraint to be locked into place. They felt a pinprick of pain at the corner of their mouth.  

       “Im going to make sure you don’t make a sound from now on, sweet thing,” She promised as sun felt a piercing white-hot pain in their lip. “Please” They whispered, their eyes involuntarily brimming with tears. “ah, ah, now I said silence.” Punctuating her point with breaking through their lip and pulling a cord through. Suns tears spilled over and down their cheeks, they hated when they let this bitch make them cry but they couldn’t help it. She started on the next hole, sewing on and on until Sun’s mouth was a pressed together line.  

       “There. How beautiful, and so good, so quiet” their captor praised, “Put them back in their cage, they won’t be needing any food or water the next three days.” She said as she turned and left the room. Sun heard the door slam shut behind her as hands gripped and grabbed them again.

       Their eyes shot open, wildly looking around in the darkness. Their chest heaving, they tried quickly to regular their breaths but it was so hard, they felt as if they’d been buried alive and they fought the urge to apologize to nothing. Slowly their eyes adjusted and didn’t see the familiar chains and stone walls but their bedroom, they tested their hands, pulling them up in front of their face and felt no tug back of cuffs on their wrists, they were safe. Safe. Their heartbeat was still racing erratically but at least they knew. That was a nightmare. And they are safe.  

      That doesn’t help them go back to sleep. Or to stop staring at their doors and windows or from sitting rigidly with a knife in each hand until morning.

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Sunny late at night with a small pile of empty sweet mixers that hes been downing while watching shitty Tv.

Lumi shows up when he doesnt expect it and it goes one of two ways:

They start dribbling shit and Sun gets giggly and dumb, and Lumi cant help but chuckle under his breath as Sun tries to find words and slurrs and occasionally his shoulders bounce with a hiccup.

O r

Sun gets a little sappy ,little sad. Hes fucking lonely in these woods, he wants to adventure more, he wants fu n.. and Lumi has been listening.. and Lumi comes n holds him.. and Sun ends up mumbling and passing out against Lumi.. and Lumi is torn cause he kinda wants him to stay in the forest with him- but he kinda wants to explore too- but hes not sure if Sun wants him to come with..But he hears a soft mutter as Sun rolls over to grab at his hoodie (and fails) that he doesnt wanna leave Lumi behind..