Decay

I'm fan of yandere and whump stuff 20+ they/them or any Minors DNI or something Pfp by: キラキラ鱈メーカー3 Sometimes I'm very active sometimes not Non whump block : @thinkingabttoomuchstuff

[thinkingabtweirdstufftoomuch]

MASTERLIST

Updated 14.11

ETHAN:

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

ETHAN STORY EXTRA

INFO

IN THE DARKNESS (1)

RANDOM RAMBLE

WHUMP PROMPTS

CREEPY STALKER

PHOTOGRAPHS

CONTROLLING WHUMPER

THOUGHT CRIME

SNACK

HOT STOVE

ASHTRAY

PERFORMANCE

HAIR

GOD WHUMPER

VIVISECTION

ROYAL WHUMPER

BOOTLICKER

RANDOM

NAMES

RELATIONSHIP

RELATIONSHIP 2

WHUMP RAMBLE

ONE SHOTS OR SOMETHING

CHAINSMOKER

Also taglist open just specify if you want to be tagged for every whump post or just Ethan stuff

Also seeing myself using alot of my prompt stuff for Ethan story, I've never really been a huge writer so started with prompts because felt like the easiest way to express my ideas but i wanted to write an actual story so here we are

WHAT I WRITE:

stalker/yandere/creepy/intimate type whumpers

whump prompts

WHAT I DON'T WRITE:

noncon as in explict SA (i probably will write abt creepy touching etc but thats my line)

m/f whump stuff

any underage whump

[mement0m0rbid2]

Whumper has Whumpee at their mercy, and notices the latter's nervousness at what's to come. To calm them down, Whumper gently takes Whumpee's trembling hand in theirs. They caress it gently like a parent would comfort a child.

Before immediately snapping Whumpee's fingers backwards with a sickening 'crack'.

[thinkingabtweirdstufftoomuch]

-whumper ruining whumpee's life in secret, just to be able to "comfort" them with everything.

-whumper convincing whumpee they need whumper and can't manage on their own

-whumper making sure whumpee feels guilty for needing them

[youcanstillwhistle]

I think the "pre" and "post" parts in "preposterous" should cancel each other out but everyone else seems to find my idea completely erous

[goes-whump-in-the-night]

my endless love for whumpees decked out in an absolutely unnecessary amount of restraints

blindfolds, gags, and ear covers on whumpees who already know exactly who’s hurting them and couldn’t even be heard by anyone who would help them if they could scream

heavy iron chains, cuffs, and collars on whumpees who couldn’t have even broken out of thin ropes

muzzles on whumpees who are completely lacking in fangs or any kind of biting capability

extremely intricate bindings covering every bit of whumpee’s body, leaving them completely incapable of movement, when they were already trapped somewhere they had no hope of escaping on their own

it just really sends a message, y’know? whumper painstakingly wrapping them up, like a present for themself, as if to say, yes, i already know how helpless you are - i just need you to feel it too ❤️

[brainrotlesbian]

Hey, don’t be sad

Whumpee bound and gagged and completely at the mercy of the sadistic fuck in front of them, ok?

[thinkingabtweirdstufftoomuch]

Woke in middle of the night and, imagining :

Mr. Stranger being upset when Nikolai is too sick to pay any proper attention to him, like why is he getting ignored he's helping. Guilt tripping Nikolai because he needs more rest and he's so alone and lonely when he's asleep, he'd probably keep waking him up on purpose too. Idk just him being so delusional to think it's personal or on purpose too and getting frustrated and angry because he feels rejected, even tho Nikolai is genuinely really sick. Even funnier if it's Mr. Strangers fault he's sick in the first place.

[whumpanini]

Whumper who triggers Whumpee's fawn/freeze response with close proximity and a gentle hand on their face, just caressing them despite the hurtful intent behind it.

Whumpee whose defiance dies as their brain shuts down once they're touched in any manner resembling intimacy, just staring wide-eyed at Whumper who coos unnerving things into their ear

[defire]

Sadistic whumper

Content: 2nd person tense, noncon touching, striking, pinching, flinching, forced "comfort"

Coddling theor head but refusing to let go when they flinch away

Sensually stroking the wounds they just made, threatening to go back to hurting whumpee if they dare to beg to be let go

Casually hinting at punishment to come to watch whumpee struggle not to cry. Smirking when they see the facade slip.

Whumper making a habit of coming up behind whumpee and pinching them or striking them. So that now they cringe at the slightest touch and flinch when they hear someone move behind them

Using that flinch response to embarrass them. Grinning when they see it.

Holding whumpee in an iron grip when they cry, and moaning in delight

Whumpee getting good at hiding when they're in pain so whumper doesn't get the satisfaction

Or learning how to emphasize the pain in order to satisfy whumper faster and get them to stop hurting them

[promptsforwhumps]

Angel Whumper looks down at demon Whumpee, who was bound by angelic chains on their knees. The thick golden collar forces Whumpee to keep their head up. "Look at those horns." Whumper cooes, the tone is overly sweet as long they gently caress the horns. "Pet, they're too long and sharp. A silly little demon like you is bound to hurt yourself. And I can't let that happen." The stroking stops and Whumper's hand grips one of the horns tightly. "I'm going to be generous enough and fix it for you."

Whumpee's heart starts to race. "Don't." Whumpee tries to shake their head. "Don't touch my horns." Their horns were a point of pride. "Get off!"

Whumper yanks on the horn harshly, forcing Whumpee's head back. "The correct response is 'thank you for taking care of me.' Am I clear?"

"No."

Whumper gives an overly dramatic pout, but their eyes are filled with excitement. "You'll learn, little demon." Whumper puts their other hand on the horn. It starts off slowly as Whumper forces angelic power into their hands and slowly bends the horn.

Whumpee can feel their horn breaking slowly. It's painful beyond belief. "Stop stop stop!" The snap echos throughout the room. And Whumpee's eyes widen as half of their horn is dropped right in front of their eyes. "No." Tears fill Whumpee's eyes.

"Say thank you, little demon." Whumper moves to the other horn.

Whumpee is trying to struggle against the angelic chains that seem to hold them in place. They can feel their other horn behind broken in half. "STOP PLEASE!"

"Oh my little demon, this is for your own good." Whumper's tone takes a harsher tone. "Now thank me." SNAP! The other horn is broken in half and dropped in front of Whumpee.

Whumpee feels tears running down their cheeks. Their horns, were broken in half. What was once a mark of pride is now laying in front of them.

"We're not done." Whumper says almost too kindly. Using angelic magic Whumper holds an item that almost resembles sandpaper. They hold it in front of Whumpee. "I need to file the rest down." Whumper snaps their fingers and a large mirror appears in front of Whumpee.

Whumpee starts to beg, Whumper not to do this as they try to shuffle away.

Whumper snaps their fingers and pure angelic power runs through the chains, shocking Whumpee. Whumper watches as Whumpee falls to the ground twitching in pain. "Now now, little demon, I know this is scary, but this will help you." Whumper grabs Whumpee by the hair, yanking them back onto their knees. "Do not move and watch the mirror." The words are filled with angelic power, locking the chains and Whumpee in place.

Whumpee watches as Whumper puts the angelic sandpaper against the rest of their broken horn, a wicked grin stretching across Whumper's face.

Whumper works slowly filing away the rest of the horn, humming softly. Ocassionaly telling Whumpee what a good little demon they are and how Whumpee will be thanking them.

Whumpee winces each time the angelic sandpaper scrapes against their horns. Whumpee sobs and promises things that they won't be able to deliver ever on. What makes it worse is that Whumper simply laughs and with their free hand pats Whumpee's head, promising that this is for the best.

"And done." Whumper strokes the small stubs just barely peaking through Whumpee's hair.

Whumpee lets out a broken sob. "My horns."

"Where's my thank you?"

Whumpee simply continues to sob about their horns.

Whumper tsks. "I guess my little demon pet has some lessons to learn." Their hand grabs a handful of hair yanking on it harshly. "Aren't you lucky to have me teach you manners."

[samcsao3]

Cooking up yaoi crack with my friends

[defire]

Earn it

Content: food deprivation, sadistic whumper, whipping, belt whipping, forced self harm, forced to kneel, mild food whump, begging

Whumpee can "earn" food, a blanket, sleeping inside... but not through good behavior.

"You want dinner?" Whumper says.

"Please." Whumpee forces the words out. "I'll do whatever you want."

Whumper looks down on the kneeling captive thoughtfully.

"Okay. Five lashes should do it."

A set number of strikes they have to receive every time they want to go to the bathroom. To go outside. To speak.

"A shower? That's a lot to ask for, whumpee. Are you sure?"

"What do I have to do?" Whumpee fights not to break into tears.

"Here." Whumper hands them a belt, folding it and making sure to show them how to grab it as they take it in their trembling hand. "Count to ten. And you better leave welts."

"It's too late to back out now," whumper snorts as their victim begins to talk over them to beg.

"I don't need it. I'll take the dog food. I don't need---"

"Down! On your knees. Now."

"Wait!" Whumpee falls to their knees. "No, WAIT!" They shriek as leather whips through the air behind their bare back and lands with a splitting sensation that overrides the sound of the scream coming out of their mouth.

"Nineteen more. Just remember, whumpee, you asked for this."

[the-bar-sinister]

Whumper's gloves are covered in whumpee's blood, and whumper makes them lick it off, and kiss their knuckles.

[mement0m0rbid2]

Whumpers who make sudden, threatening movements on purpose just to see Whumpee flinch.

Even better if Whumper lets out a chuckle at how easy it is to get a reaction out of their victim. Just goes to show how much power they truly have over Whumpee.

[deerslayer14]

He's down, bloodied face pressing the concrete, every crack and pebble piercing on his beaten cheek. He caughs out more blood.

"Well," he hears a smug voice, a voice he hates and fears so. "Are you done fighting me?“

"A moment." he whispers.

"What? Can't hear you." A broad shadow leans over him, closer to his broken lips.

"Hold on a moment," he repeats, his own voice failing him. How is he to project strength, if he can't even say a clear sentence.

He pulls his aching arms under his chest and pulls it up. "Hold on. I'll stand."

[redd956]

Mini Whump Prompt 202

Whumpee being forced to learn a language, their educator (maybe also their captor), hitting their hand with a riding crop or thin board.

[uriswhumpchamber]

“For talking back.” The first smack barely turns their head, but it doesn't stop stinging by the time-“for disobeying-” the next one lands.

They let their head hang to one side, trying to keep their breath as... close to normal as they can. Trying to hold back the tears — Whumper loves the tears.

“For trying to lie — look at me.” His voice is harsh, and as Whumpee forces themself to obey, they can see him readjust his gloves. Leather creaks as he moves his fingers, and it's so stupid — his hands also sting, and it's unfair that he gets to feel that, too. “Do you understand, already?”

They want to spit something out. Besides the blood and drool pooling in their mouth, they mean — something about what a jerk he's being, something about telling him to go fuck himself. Whumpee knows it's worthless, though, or less than that, even.

They're halfway through a nod, trying to swallow. The slap makes their ears ring again.

They stumble to look forward again, and as they take a deep breath in, they feel the liquid dripping from their lips, their chin.

The backhand almost throws them on the ground.

“For bleeding on my floor.” Whumper's silhouette is blurry, but they manage to look at where his eyes should be.

Whumpee spits, letting the metallic taste leave their tongue, and presses their mouth closed again in time for the hand holding their neck, the next hit — no, the next two, three.

“For being- a disrespectful little shit.”

Whumper only stops to fix his gloves again, pushing them back, and Whumpee lets themselves crumble to the floor, a wicked sense of satisfaction setting behind the sting and the numbness.