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[letitbehurt]

When Caretaker catches Whumpee’s hands shaking so Whumpee hides them from view, determinedly ignoring the concern on Caretaker’s face.

When Whumper catches Whumpee’s hands shaking and their smile widens, because Whumpee can’t hide fear from them when their hands are bound.

[whumpice]

whumpee who begs for an ice pack or anything to deal with the pain, getting locked out in the freezing cold instead. hours passing by until the pain turns to numbness and they pass out, only then getting carried back inside.

[null-physical]

Break you

[bruisedbeatenboys-deactivated20]

[seth-whumps]

this is your weekly reminder to work your whumpee to the bone. let their knees give out from sleep deprivation. have them collapse into the arms of a stunned caretaker, weak and held up at the elbows, trying to lift their head from the caretaker's shoulder with a shuddering breath and a mumbled apology. leave them helpless and with no other choice but to trust.

[painsandconfusion]

Forced Comfort

Because who doesn't like a little bit of intimate whumper vibes?

[Prompt Masterpost]

Whumpee wrapped up in a blanket. The soft fabric hides the fact that their hands are still bound behind their back.

Gentle fingers brushing the hair from Whumpee’s face - carefully peeling it back through the sheen of sweat that’s left.

“Shhh…you’re okay. I’m not gonna hurt you anymore..”

Kissing tears from the corners of Whumpee’s eyes.

Whumper keeping Whumpee sedated between sessions to 'help them cope'.

“Hold still- hold still or I’ll start again.”

Pinning a squirming Whumpee in an embrace. Grip tightening the more they struggle. 

Whumpee being so tired. So so so very tired. They can’t help but lean into the gentle touch. 

Whumper ignoring every shiver and twitch that accompanies the gentle pets they give their broken toy.

“Nnnnono-sst…d-on’ t ouchme-!”

Whumpee thrashing to the point of hyperventilation as Whumper wraps them up in blankets. The panic in their eyes ever so slowly fading as they realize they’re not being hurt anymore.

Whumpee desperately not trying to lean into it or accept the comfort. They don’t want it from them - don’t want to melt into the hands that ripped screams from them just a few minute before. But they need something. And Whumper knows it.

“Look at you. Pathetic little thing~”

Shoving Whumpee into a bath to trigger some kind of calming response. Whumpee just thinks they’re going to be drowned. …….maybe they will be. Just a little bit.

Whumper combing a hand through Whumpee’s hair - soft and rhythmic and sweet - as they carve into Whumpee.

“Shhh..just focus on me. Don’t look at  it- just look at me. Listen to my voice. You’re doing so good, little one.”

Kisses peppering over Whumpee’s cheeks, lips, forehead, brows, jaw, etc as their face puckers up, trying to twist away. 

A hug that looks gentle until you notice Whumper’s hand fisted in Whumpee’s hair. Keeping them exactly in place.

“Don’ don t t-ouch me- STOP-”

Drugging Whumpee to ‘help with the nerves’. Watching their panicked sobs slowly peter out into nothing as they stare miserably at their captor. 

“Make the most of this. We start again in the morning.”

[Prompt Masterpost]

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[whumblr]

Whump dialogue #52

"Please," they sobbed. "Please, no more... I can't-- I can't take it, I--"

"Shh, yes you can. Look at you, you're still conscious. That means your body hasn't given in yet and can take so, so much more."

[whumblr]

Can I get Whumper forcing Caretaker to say that Whumpee deserves it. How they deserve all this pain, all this torture.

Caretaker won't at first, of course. He'll spit and rage that Whumpee never deserved any of this. Such prattle...

But Whumper has patience. And keeps beating on Whumpee until Caretaker submits.

And the first time Caretaker merely whispers it - "They deserve it" - hoping it's enough to give Whumpee a break. But Whumper says: "Don't tell me, tell them. Look in their eyes and tell them they deserve this."

And so he does. He looks straight into Whumpee's confused eyes and says, voice hitching but very clear: "You deserve this."

"Good," Whumper nods at them, but isn't finished with the pair yet. "Now tell them why."

"You kept getting in his way. Messing things up. You can't do anything right. You scream so nice." All reasons Whumper is forcing on him. But perhaps after a while, Caretaker's own frustration starts bleeding through the words: "I warned you, I fucking warned you to stay away. It's your own fault. You deserve this!"

[nsfwhump-mania]

Whumpers that get off just from fear.

There’s no need to fuck them—just the threats, the light yet dangerous touches, anything to strike terror into the Whumpee—it’s enough for them.

Maybe Whumper describes in detail what they want to do to them.

Maybe they show them an array of tools or toys, explaining what each one does, and could do to them.

Maybe Whumper’s a mind reader and brings Whumpee’s greatest fears to torment them with. Maybe they infiltrate their mind and put horrifying images there, watching Whumpee squirm and cry.

Maybe just the fact that Whumper is enjoying it so much without even touching them is what scares Whumpee the most.

Because if Whumper could make them suffer this much without hurting them…

…imagine what they could do if they did.

[whumpice]

whumper who only kisses whumpee after tasting their blood, as it lingers on their lips whumpee soon associates kisses with the taste of blood, they can't even think about kissing anymore without remembering the taste.

[whumpice]

whumper starving whumpee for days, laughing as they beg and throwing them a bone like they're a dog, mocking them viciously.

[preyprince]

whumpee who's forced to stay awake for days on end, being poked and prodded at the moment their eyes close for more than a second. at first light touches keep them awake, then rough ones, and when those don't work the pain starts again. whumper wonders how much their toy can put up with before completely breaking, how long until nothing will wake them up anymore?

[preyprince]

whumper cutting out whumpees vocal cords so no matter how much they torture them they don't have to worry about the neighbors hearing their screams and pleads for help and mercy!

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Ok but a character who's usually good with words, good at debating, speaks well and intelligently - until they're injured badly and all they can manage to say is "it hurts"

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

A Whumper who, in the eyes of a traumatized Whumpee, is a Caretaker compared to the absolutely horrendous treatment they had been subjected to prior to being kidnapped by them

[justbreakonme]

“You will obey me, or face the consequences.” His voice was deep and gravelly, seeming to shake the entire room.

They nodded quickly. That was easy to understand, that was familiar.

The cuffs around their wrists were not. Too loose, too light. They should be digging into their skin, dragging their shoulders down with their weight.

“You belong to me, and only me. Is that clear?”

Again, they nodded, feeling a surge of relief. It was so much easier to only serve one owner. No conflicting orders or trying to memorize different rules, just one set of rules and instructions.

“Good. The better you obey, the better off you’ll be. Now stand up.”

They tried, they really did, but it was hard with their hands behind their back and how weak they were.

He watched, frowning slightly, and they managed to struggle to their knees, trying to brace their back against the wall to push themselves up further.

Finally, he seemed to run out of patience, just grabbing them by the upper arm and pulling them up. But it was quick. Rough but not painful. No nails digging into skin or shaking them around.

“Turn around.”

That was much easier, and they obeyed quickly. It was only natural to flinch when they felt his hands on their wrist, but the only thing that happened was the click of the cuffs unlocking and they were turned back to face Whumper.

“This is a privilege, to have these off,” he shook the cuffs, making them jingle, “It only takes one wrong move to lose that privilege. Do you understand?”

They nodded quickly, tears forming as they looked down at their free hands. They hadn’t been out of cuffs for god knows how long…

He paused, his brow furrowed as he seemed to look over them again, before continuing.

“You will go where I tell you to go, do what I tell you to do, say what I tell you to say. Is that clear?”

Another relief, and another nod. No walking on eggshells or trying to figure out what they wanted, just orders…

“Say ‘yes sir’.”

“Yes sir.”

Their voice is hoarse but their words were clear, and he nodded in satisfaction.

“You will sleep when I tell you to sleep, and eat when I tell you to eat.”

He began digging through his bag, then pulled out a small blanket, a water bottle, and a paper bag. He held them up like he had the cuffs, shaking them slightly and making the bag rustle.

Their stomach growled at the thought. The blanket looked soft and safe, and they hadn’t been warm for god knows how long… But their eyes were on the water. Clear, clean water. Almost a liter by the looks of it.

After a sluggish second, they realized that he seemed to be waiting for an answer.

“Yes sir?” they try, hoping that that was what he wanted.

He tossed the blanket into the corner, then the bag and water bottle to them, which they managed to catch, to their surprise.

“Eat. Then go to bed. Don’t try anything stupid.”

He was almost out the door, keys in hand to lock it behind him, when their words stopped him.

“Thank you, sir,” they half sobbed, “thank you thank you thank you, yes sir…”

Raw gratitude was all they could feel as they sunk to their knees, trying to unscrew the lid of the water bottle with weak hands.

Everything around them had faded away, nothing but the water held any focus, so when he reached down for the bottle, they weren’t prepared to stop the weak sob that escaped. They thought the order to eat implied to drink as well…

They wanted to beg, plead for him to take everything else, put the handcuffs back, anything, they’d do anything…

But they knew better.

So they just watched, unable to fight the few tears that escaped, as he cracked open the seal of the water bottle and twisted the cap off.

They expected him to drink it, or to dump it out on the ground to laugh as they tried to lap up as much as they could. But, he just set it back down in front of them, tossing the cap beside it.

They looked between him and the water, silently asking for permission, heart in their throat. They couldn’t bear to make the same mistake twice.

“Drink it. It’s okay.”

“Yes sir, thank you sir-“ they managed, lunging for the water with both hands.

The first gulp ripped a sob out of their chest, relief overpowering everything else once again, and they managed half the bottle before needing to stop for air.

They noticed him still watching, looking down at them with an unfamiliar expression. They paused, still clutching the water like a lifeline, hoping it wasn’t a trick… They couldn’t handle it if all of this was a trick.

“You’re not like the others…” he mused, his voice a little softer than before, “Why do you seem…happy?”

Happy might not have been the right word, and they didn’t know what the others were like, but they understood, vaguely, the answer that he was looking for.

There were a lot of things they could say, but they couldn’t sort their thoughts into a coherent pattern.

“You- you took them off,” they gestured with their bare wrists, “and-and water, food, and a blanket, sir. I am grateful, thank you sir…”

“I’m not the worst person you’ve met, am I?”

[haro-whumps]

If you ever decide you wanna continue this you get dibs on my firstborn just saying

[whumpice]

whumpee telling whumper to take it out on them, that they can take it if it will make whumper feel better, so certain and confident until whumpee is tied up by their wrists and used as a punching bag for hours, dislocated shoulders and broken ribs, bruises that wont heal for weaks, still asking if whumper feels better after the whole ordeal

[whumpitisthen]

"There is nothing else waiting for you. This will happen again and again, day after day. You will live through agony you never imagined possible and I will be right here, making it worse each time. There is no running, there is no fighting. No escape. Only you, and me, in this little room. All alone. Isn't that a lovely thought?"