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My (VERY late) Whump Introduction!

hello everyone! just realized i never really formally introduced myself on here even though i joined around september 2020, haha

you can all call me J, and i am 24 years old. i use she/they pronouns and i identify as queer.

some of my favorite whump tropes include multiple whumpers, pet whump, intimate whumpers, and defiant whumpees

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warning: my blog sometimes will contain nsfw noncon/dubcon content! this does not mean that my blog is off limits to minors, i only ask that minors do not read or interact with posts that i have marked as 18+

my ask box is always open for prompt ideas. the things i most commonly write are drabbles and whumpy dialogue lines. my dialogue lines are free to use with credit.

things i will not write are listed in this post

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Extremely juicy scenario: Whumper who is currently holding Whumpee captive sees Caretaker out in public, just by coincidence. Caretaker is exhausted, wretched, losing it over Whumpee being missing.....but has no idea that Whumper is the one that has them.

Whumper, meanwhile, knows exactly who Caretaker is and decides to play with them a bit. Knowing that Caretaker sees them as just another stranger, they needle them: "You look tired. Rough week?"

Caretaker's response....up to you :)

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Imagine Caretaker is in such a vulnerable state and Whumper seems so kind and is the first person to ask if they’re okay since the incident and gets eventually manipulated into following them somewhere

That somewhere being captivity

At least they finally find Whumpee :)

Caretaker helping Whumpee with agoraphobia.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. I know you can do this, Whumpee.”

“No. I can’t go outside, something’s gonna happen, I know something’s gonna happen.”

“I’m going to be right there with you. I promise, it’s just down the street. You’ll be okay.”

“What if someone sees me?”

“People are going to see you, Whumpee, and that’s okay. That’s a part of being in public.”

“But they’ll…they’ll see how I…how I look, with all my scars, and the limp, a-and they’ll know I…”

“Everyone’s too concerned with their own lives to care about other people. If someone’s staring, you can’t pay them any mind.”

“I just…I feel like Whumper could be out there, waiting for me…t-to see if I’m stupid enough to go outside…”

“Whumper’s in prison. And before you say it, no, they haven’t hired anyone to spy on you. Look at me, Whumpee. Breathe. You won’t be alone. I’m going to be right next to you. We’re only going to the end of the street today. It’s so nice out. Don’t you want to feel the sun again?”

“I…I don’t know…”

“I think you should try it. It’s gonna feel really nice.”

“…Caretaker…”

“…Whumpee, I know you can. You’re so brave, you got away from Whumper all by yourself. You can do this too. Would you try? For me?”

“…O-Okay. Fine. For you.”

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Guys pleaseeee don’t send NSFW requests here, thats for @nsfwhump-mania thank you :)

It’s that time again….requests are open

Caretaker whumping whumpee because thats the only way the undercover rescue mission wont fail

Just wanted to share it with someone. Do you see my vision

I absolutely see your vision :)

I really love Caretaker going undercover as a Whumper because it’s the only choice, and needing to hide their horror or discomfort with what they have to do

And Whumpee really doesn’t want to be afraid of Caretaker after the fact, but they’re just so good at acting like a bad person so it’s hard to separate it

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Taking off a Whumpee’s gag only to briefly put something in their mouth before it gets slapped right back on

Some ideas for what that could be:

-drugs

-alcohol

-if it’s just an over-the-mouth gag, an additional gag that actually fills their mouth to muffle their sounds even more

-to spit in

-fingers

-the only food or water they’ll get that day

Add more of your own below

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whump-queen

wanna see a whumpee whose just someone’s fucked up little experiment-lab-rat-thing and like. whumper tinkering around in the workshop section of the basement, inventing various cruel torture devices while their poor captive is chained to the floor across the room and when whumper finishes a prototype they turn to their restrained helpless little victim with a big smile on their face and hold up some ugly mess of metal and leather straps and their poor victim just starts instantly begging and fucking crying cuz they have no idea what that thing is but they don’t wanna find out and they’re fucking terrified and shaking and begging whumper not to use it on them like their life depends on it

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I like this idea even more when the whumper is like….bad at what they do. Like all of their experiments fail. And it either doesn’t matter to them because the fun of hurting whumpee matters more, OR they get mad at whumpee and blame them for the experiments failing even though it’s not their fault

I had this idea so long ago that’s never left my head (honestly I probably posted it here years ago lol)

Basically it’s a premise for a TV series where there’s a team of some kind, maybe they’re superheroes or crime fighters or something

And then they have to deal with aliens in one of the season finales, and at the end of the episode they defeat them and all seems well

But actually, the aliens have the ability to shapeshift. And they’ve taken the team’s leader and replaced them with one of their own.

The team doesn’t know this, and here’s the other thing—neither does the audience. They don’t find out until the NEXT season finale.

There are little hints in the next season leading up to it though, but barely enough for it to be a serious theory: the leader blushes green instead of red due to the aliens’ green blood, some of their mannerisms are ever so slightly off, they’re a bit forgetful and seem to not remember small details about their team, they’re a little more cautious around sharp objects than usual to hide the blood…

Then at the beginning of the next season finale, the leader gets a paper cut in front of everyone. They flip out, run into the bathroom, and obviously the team is confused since it’s such a small injury. Feeling suspicious, one of the teammates barges into the bathroom.

They see the green blood.

Turns out, the leader has been being held in the alien hideout and tortured/used for their powers for however long the season lasted, possibly months. The team finds and rescues them by the end of the episode, but they have to deal with the aftermath of the leader’s trauma and the reality that everything they’ve done, all the bonding they all had for the past season, was fake.

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“Caretaker made a lot of…promises to you, didn’t they? About how no one would ever hurt you again, how you’d never find yourself back here with me…”

“Let’s see how easily promises can be broken, shall we?”

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Hate (love) it when a Whumpee actually doesn’t get better

#I have such a love hate relationship with this trope #whump #whump blog #whump community #whump scenario

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(So I kinda combined this post and this post I just made because I really like those tropes haha)

(TW for electro torture, torture training, medical setting kinda, emotional whump, reluctant whumper kinda?)

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“Alright, goin’ up a level. You ready?”

“Ready.”

Whumpee seized up and screamed. It was so much worse than they expected. Too much too fast. “STOP! STOP, PLEASE!”

Trainer turned the machine off and sighed, letting Whumpee breathe. “Damn it. Sorry, I went up two levels instead of one. Thought you could handle it.”

Whumpee shot Trainer a glare. “Gee, thanks a lot,” they spat.

“Hey, hey, listen,” Trainer said, holding their hands up defensively. “Whumper isn’t gonna play it safe with you. They may not go little by little. They could start you out at the worst one. It’s good to be prepared.”

Whumpee rolled their eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Just get me used to the higher settings before you go crazy on me, alright?” They closed their eyes and took a few calming breaths, regulating their nerves and waiting for the pain to wear off like Trainer taught them.

They opened their eyes again and looked up at Trainer, who was carefully adjusting the dials on the machine. Whumpee could see the stress they were trying their best to hide. They knew how much Trainer hated hurting them. They both hated that doing this was necessary.

“Hey,” Whumpee said, as softly as they could with their voice weak from screaming. “Thanks for doing this. Really. I know it’s hard for you.”

Trainer scoffed. “Hard for me? I ain’t the one strapped up to a damn torture device,” they said, gesturing to the state Whumpee was in.

“I’m serious,” Whumpee said genuinely. “Thank you.”

Finally, Trainer cracked a small smile. They seemed relieved to hear that. “…Yeah. Welcome.”

Whumpee nodded and looked back at the ceiling. “Okay. I’m ready. Level five, okay? No skipping yet.”

“Yes, five, I know, I know. Alright…three, two, one…”

Whumpee grit their teeth, clenched their fists, and squeezed their eyes shut while the machine worked. It was awful, barely manageable, but they held out without needing to beg. Trainer switched off the machine, and Whumpee finally relaxed.

“Good job,” Trainer congratulated, smiling again. They were both proud of Whumpee for surviving that, and glad they didn’t have to do it again for a while. “Let’s call it a day, yeah? Lemme get you out of this shit.”

Whumpee, despite succeeding, was a mess. There were still tears streaming down their face, and they could barely open their eyes. They let Trainer free them from their restraints and carry them off the table and into the med bay so they could get checked out. They wiped the sweat off of Whumpee’s forehead. Whumpee noticed, opened their eyes slightly, and smiled weakly at the gesture.

“You’re sweet,” they mumbled. Trainer let out a laugh and shook their head.

“I’ll call Medic. Get some rest, Whumpee.” They turned around to leave. “Proud of you.”

Whumpee closed their eyes after Trainer closed the door, still smiling despite the circumstances they were in.

Trainer headed to their own room after leaving Whumpee, lying face-down on their bed. They tried to hold it together, but after a few minutes, they began to sob.

They were good at their job, but damn, did they hate it.