i swear i can be trusted around medical equipment

whump blog • Vesper • they/them (technically not a boy but something very similar to that) • 19yo

[vivisectedboy]

hi!!! i write and reblog whump! original writing and prompts under the tag #vesper writes

no dni, but warnings for heavy gore and sometimes suggestive content !!! if you are a minor, i kindly ask you not to interact with that and filter your own online experience!

dms and asks are open!

things i write:

Doctor/Patient - pieces of writing about a very evil doctor and a patient they hold captive

Harmonies of a sacrifice - lesbian cult whump (only one chapter, i might continue this one spmetime)

very enthusiastic about:

- medical whump, specifically human lab rats, unethical experiments, evil doctors

- vivisection (could you guess?)

- captivity, torture (the worse, the better!!!! this includes psychological torment as well!)

- gore!!!!(the fictional kind usually) fucking love writing it reading it etc

- cannibalism

- sadistic whumpers, masochistic whumpees

- hurt no comfort

- whump as kink (this is not a kink blog but you know, i cannot guarantee anything ) (i have a separate blog for being a pervert online, if you want to know the username, dm me :)

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[victimeyez]

NSFWHUMP PROMPT #1- Object insertion

Not strictly noncon whump, but includes noncon ideas

Is this an improvised weapon? Maybe a personal affect or ill-used sex toy used to hurt them?

A humiliating alternative gag?

Something surgically implanted, or pushed inside of a wound? Is it stitched close, keeping it inside?

Or maybe it’s something put somewhere a little more intimate…

Some ideas:

~Socks, underwear, or a bloody bandage as a gag

~Ginger - look up figging but be warned, nsfw

~A hairbrush - maybe after a spanking with it!

~A toothbrush or scrub brush

~Garage tools - a wrench, screwdriver, pliers, open up a toolbox!

~Weapons - a taser, gun, whip, switch, or baton

~A dowel rod or wooden pegs

~Something the whumpee broke or used without permission

~An electronic device - is it a bomb? A phone? A tracker?

~A bottle

~A toy, stuffed animal, or comfort item

~Soaping the mouth - a classic punishment I rarely see!

~A bundle of rope or other bondage materials - were they used on the whumpee? Another victim? Are they dirty? Bloodied?

@ me if you write something this might have inspired, I’d love to read it!

[good-boys-cry]

CW: medical whump, surgery, medication tampering, extremely incorrect depiction of hospital procedure

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Obviously you know general anesthesia is indicated for this procedure. Any halfway decent doctor would, and you are, despite everything, a halfway decent doctor. But you also know that it’s not necessary.

You know you can skip the analgesic and savor every twitch and squirm when you cut or press in the right spot. You’re pretty good at compensating for the involuntary movement while you’re working. And anyway, a little extra cut never killed— usually didn’t kill anyone.

You also know roughly how much to reduce the sedative dose to get memory blockade without unconsciousness. If you do it right, you get to see the panic rise behind their eyes when they realize they should be asleep by now. Get to see their desperation as they fight the paralytic, trying to tell you something’s wrong. And, if you’re very lucky, their terror when you wink at them and just keep cutting.

If you don’t do it right, and they remember, well. These things happen sometimes. You can read about it. It’s unfortunate, but it’s nobody’s fault. The records will show you used the appropriate dose — you make sure they do. They might think you did it on purpose, and it’s understandable that they’d be upset, but their mind probably fabricated those memories to cope with what was happening. They were sedated, after all.

You know you should just let them walk away, once the hospital convinces them to stop trying to make it a medical malpractice case. But you can’t help yourself. They looked back one last time, just long enough to see you give them a wink.

[whumpinhereyes-deactivated20231]

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Whumper circled a kneeling Whumpee, fingers brushing through tangled strands of hair. "You want me to kick you when you're down. You want me to drag you back here. You want me to tie your hands behind your back and force you to your knees. You want me to praise you while I cut pretty little scars into your skin. You want to be mine."

They crouched in front of Whumpee, tilting their chin up to look into their eyes. "And you know what I love most about that?" Whumpee shivered at the warm breath against their skin. "I love that I know you enjoy every bit of it."

[puppyonthetable]

people who only follow my whump blog think i died, the truth is i just found a better outlet for my urges which is talking to sadists online. my brain does not feel the need to write horrific torture scenes anymore when i can actually get tortured myself

[vivisectedboy]

this is where i post now

[zeroafterdark]

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[whumpologyy]

insane nsfwhump idea for fellow sickos

Okay I just have this vision of.

Whumper sitting in a regular four-legged chair. Whumpee’s wrists are tied to the front legs so they have very limited range of motion. And they’re forced to pleasure Whumper while Whumper hits their back over and over with a whip/rod/crop etc :3

[survivesurvivingwhump]

whumper who is sexually assaulting whumpee while comforting them about it dialogue options:

“shhh, it’s okay. it’s not going to hurt. i’m being gentle. see? it doesn’t hurt.”

“you can take it. you’re strong. i know you can handle this.”

“i know it hurts but you’re being so brave for me.”

“it’ll be over soon. you’re going to make it through this. it’ll stop soon. not yet, but soon.”

“it’s okay, you can cry. you’re allowed to cry. i know you hate this. you’re supposed to hate this.”

“don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone.”

“i know this is scary, i know you don’t want it. you don’t have to want it, you just have to take it.”

“relax, you’re too tight, if you relax it won’t hurt so much. here, let me make you feel good, that’ll help… there you go. there. good. doesn’t that feel better?”

“i promise it won’t be every night. it won’t be all the time. just sometimes. i won’t make you do this too often.”

[zedd-undead]

Maybe as a treat we can all think about a masochist whumpee who enjoys a good beating and will often act out just to get one. They like the adrenaline rush, the like having a reminder the next day when they wake up to everything hurting. They press in on bruises, and they lick blood off their teeth. Maybe they were an addict pre whumper and without any kind of substance, getting the lights beat out of them is the only way to get that rush.

[hurtfortea]

Decided to go back and salvage some old, unposted stuff from whump events I never completed.

No Teeth

Contains: mouth whump, teeth pulling, blood, violence, injury, fade to black noncon, whumper POV

“Please, I don’t want to die,” Kaden sobs. “What did I do? What do you want from me?”

“Oh, relax,” Ripley says, crouching down in front of him, twisting a pair of pliers around in his fingers. “I haven’t even done anything to you yet. What could possibly have given you the idea that I’m going to kill you?”

Kaden’s quivering lips shut, his wet eyes turning towards the walls, which are covered in tools. Ripley follows his gaze. Some are usual household necessities. Some are…sharper. Ripley laughs at his expression when they meet eyes again.

“Alright, you got me. But I’m not going to yet.”

Kaden’s face whitens even further.

“Where would be the fun in that?” He asks, coming closer. Kaden struggles against the ropes tying him to the pillar of Ripley’s basement. Ripley settles himself on top of the young man’s legs and holds up the pliers. “Now, open up.” Kaden shakes his head. “Sorry, did that sound like a question? Open your fucking mouth, or I’ll do it for you.”

Another shake. Ripley sighs and grabs his cheeks. “Fine, make this hard.” He slams his head against the pillar. Once, twice. Another time, for good measure, until the man is dazed enough for Ripley to force his mouth open. He closes the pliers around Kaden’s first tooth. It’s exceedingly hard to pull out a healthy tooth, Ripley finds. It takes a couple tries, twisting and yanking while Kaden struggles and sobs. Tightening his grip on the pliers, he tugs one last time, his muscles straining. At last, it comes free. Blood quickly follows, and Kaden begins screaming. The rest of the process is just as arduous, some teeth are even harder to get free. By the time he’s finished, he feels rather accomplished. Standing, he shakes with anticipation of his reward. Or perhaps it's just muscle tremors? Doesn’t matter. He undoes his belt and pushes his pants down. Kaden looks up at him, blood still dripping from his lips, a different kind of horror spreading across his face.

“Say ‘ah’,” Ripley chuckles.

[whumpologyy]

Love Whumper responding to a frantic Whumpee in a calm, condescendingly off-handed way

“Stop! Please!” “Nah. Don’t think I will.”

“Y-you’re killing me —“ “Relax, Whumpee. Not yet.”

"I can't, I can't, not again...." "Damn. That really got to you, huh?"

Whumper's reactions so at odds with Whumpee's, with the horrific situation that's actually taking place, that it's almost like gaslighting, making Whumpee feel melodramatic and foolish over how panicked they are

[whump-mania]

“Get that thing away from me!”

“Jeez, chill out, I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Y-You’re crazy. You’re out of your mind.”

“Mhm. Nuts. Now let’s get on with this.”

“I’m gonna kill you.”

“Pfft. Okay, yeah, sure. Let’s see it.”

[whumppromptoftheday]

"i know it hurts, just hold on a few more minutes, i'm almost done." whumper's breath is hot on whumpee's skin. "deep breaths now, alright?"

[whump-and-what-not]

whumpers pushing a compliant/fearful whumpee into being disobedient or defiant.

- finding new ways to push them past their limits in order to break them and make them resist.

- giving command after command until whumpee finally glances at them fearfully or hesitantly.. then doubling down and waiting to see what they do

- "come on, you just gonna sit there?" while nudging them over and over after humiliating or beating whumpee harshly

- finally getting a reaction. "There it is! Thats the spirit whumpee! I knew you had it in you."

- not getting a reaction. "God. Youre really starting to bore me, you know. Know what happens when a victim gets boring?"

[whumpsandwhimpers]

TW: extreme gore, body horror, and kind of graphic descriptions

The Butcher

Prequel to this

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The meat had stopped moving at last. The butcher stepped back, blood-spattered face breaking into a satisfied smile before picking up a thread and needle.

"Mmmm... mmmm..."

The butcher paid no mind, carefully sewing up where limbs had been chopped off. Carefully, carefully, he sewed up the bleeding eye sockets, and the now toothless and tongueless mouth. His white rubber gloves were covered in blood and bits of the meat, but he didn't mind as he carefully finished his work.

Soon he stepped back, tilting his head down at the meat with a satisfied expression. Then he picked up his branding iron, ashy white and smoking, before carefully placing it down onto the stomach.

"MMMMM!"

The butcher didn't react as the meat began to move again, pressing the branding iron in a bit deeper before finally pulling it out. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, the butcher's logo now branded into the squirming piece of meat. With that finished, he put his tools and bloodied knives away, the only sound in the room the whirring of the freezer and the muffled noises as the meat's mouth worked uselessly against the thread.

The butcher carefully wrapped the meat in several newspapers, leaving only its head unwrapped as the squirming died down. He wrapped it in twine, then pushed a hook through the meat of its shoulder, yanking on a chain for it to hang in the row of other meats in the freezer. The meat's squirming and clenching started up again before going still once more.

Finally, the butcher took of his gloves, tossing them in then nearby trash bin, filled to the brim with bloodied chunks of tough muscle that nobody would eat. He shut off the lights, leaving the meat alone as blood slowly dripped from the hook, down its back, and onto the floor. All was silent now aside from the whirring and sound of shallow breathing.

The meat's head hung against its chest, shivering as the cold encroached upon its body, bloodied tears slowly trickling down its face, muffled sobs pushing through the stitches keeping its lips shut.

The meat was just glad that it would all be over soon.

[for-the-ouchies]

"Please please please please please..."

Whumper tilted their head, amused. "Does that word even mean anything to you anymore?"

[whumpologyy]

Amidst the screams and terror, there is a pause. Whumper looks down at their bloodied, breathless Whumpee with an unreadable expression.

“That was a lot to handle, wasn’t it?”

Whumpee is panting, entire body trembling, and doesn’t answer.

“Would you like me to stop now?”

“Y-yes,” Whumpee says through gritted teeth. “I - I can’t - please just stop.”

“Mmm.” Whumper gazes down at Whumpee almost fondly and brushes sweat-drenched hair off their victim’s forehead before returning to their tools. “Not a chance.”