Whumpy Stuff

Hey welcome to my blog! I will post original writing as well as reblog stuff on here. I don’t have a lot of limits on stuff so some posts may be pretty intense. Some of my writing may have minors because I’m a minor so most of the characters I make are teens. Thanks for coming, enjoy!

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Yo I need some unique, cool sounding names, old or modern, for both boys and girls. Please give me suggestions!

Thank you!

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“Hold still or it will hurt more”

Is it the whumper saying it, threatening them during torture? Or the caretaker, calming them as they try to heal them?

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Silent whumpers that go about their business ignoreing the whumpee. Even as the whumpee screams and begs.

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“Please! Stop! They don’t know anything! They were just trying to help me!” The whumpee screamed.

“It’s not what they know I care about, it’s what you do. And I think you’re about to tell me.” The whumper wiped some blood off their face, and got back to work.

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Ekkk ok, I just wanted to take a sec to to just thank everyone on here who as been so nice!!??! People in the whump community are so nice and supportive! I’m really new to tumblr, but I always liked whump, even though I didn’t know it was called that.😅 I feel so accepted and safe to post my writing on here! So thanks you guys!

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“Please just stop, i’ll do what you want, whatever you want, please. Just... please” the whumpee begged disregarding their pride. Their voice was hoarse and quiet, they quietly sobbed as they pleaded with the whumper. The whumper said nothing, and let out a small chuckle. They put down the knife they had been using and walked over to their wall of torture implements. “God, please! Fuck, just, say something! I don’t know why I’m here or what... what’s going on but, I just, I...” The whumpee was desperate, they couldn’t deal with more pain, they would say anything to stop the pain. The whumper didn’t reply, they picked a whip from their collection and sauntered back towards the whumpee, smiling. The whumpee fought against their restraints, their wrists began to bleed from being pulled against where they were tied above the their head. The whumper unfurled the whip as they closed the distance between them, suddenly too close to the whumpee. “What do you want from me!” The whumpee screamed as much as their strained voice would allow. The whumper’s eyes lit up hungrily,

“I want to break you.” The whumpee froze up, the silence had been unnerving but the whumper talking was worse, they shouldn’t have wished for this. “How does it feel to know I’m just going to use you, like my little toy. There is nothing you can do to stop the pain, to stop this. You’re going to die here, no time soon, though you’ll wish for it.” The whumper grabed the whumpee’s shirt and pulled them close, so their faces were inches apart. “You won’t ever leave here. Because you are an object, a play thing, you’re mine.” The whumpee felt panicked, this couldn’t be happening, it was just a bad dream. The whumper chucked again as they released the whumpee and walked around them. They picked up their knife and quickly cut open the back of the whumpee’s shirt.

“I...” the whumpee’s voice cut out completely.

“What’s the matter? You wanted me to talk and I did.” The whumper reveled in the sight of the terrified whumpee. The whip was brought up and struck down hard, the whumpee’s body shook with each strike. Clean red lines morphed into ragged crisscrosses. The whumpee’s sobs quickly became screams.

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When the whumper ties the whumpee’s hands high above their head so they are all stretched out. And then the whumper can invade their personal space with no obstacles. When the whumper strokes the whumpee’s chin and they can barely move away because they are stuck, so they just grit their teeth and look away. It’s just great.

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Ok but imagine

A and B are captured together. B is held back by guards while the whumper drags A out of the cell. A is viciously tortured and B can do nothing but listen to their screams. A is thrown back in a few hours, bloody and broken. Fast forward to the next morning , B is holding a still recovering A on their lap. The whumper walks into the cell followed by two guards. The guards pull B away from A and hold them back. The whumper takes their time approaching A, they kneel down and push a strand of hair behind A’s ear. A is paralyzed with fear, and can barely move because of pain.

“Get away from them!” B yells fighting against the guards. B stomps firmly on one of the guard’s feet and manages to free one arm. They lurch towards the whumper, trying to get them away from A, “I’ll kill you!” B is quickly grabed by the guards before they can do any real damage. The whumper stands slowly, “you shouldn’t have done that” they said with a slight frown, “now I’m going to punish you”. With a nod from the whumper the guards attack B, landing punch after punch.

“Please! Stop, please” A choked out, pushing themselves up on the wall. B fell to the ground, but the guards were unrelenting. “Stop! I’ll do anything, please!” A begged.

The whumper smiled down at A, “You sure about that?”

“Yes! Please god, just, stop!” A sobbed at the sight of B being beaten senseless. The whumper gave the guards a small wave to stop, the guards picked up B from the ground and held them up between them.

“They still deserve a punishment, but if you want, because I am merciful, I’ll hurt you instead” the whumper’s eyes were filled with a terrifying hunger.

“No! A stop, I can take this, it’s fine. I did this, just, don’t A” B spit their panicked words, desperate to protect A.

“Gag them” the whumper said coldly keeping their eyes locked on A. A gag was shoved roughly into B’s mouth, who was fighting to get to A. “I’ll cut you a deal, we’re going to have some...fun together. Every time you scream I’m going to cut B, anywhere on their body.” B stared into A’s eyes, silently pleading them not to accept.

“I’ll do it” A’s voice came as a quiet whisper. B yelled into their gag, protesting all they could.

“Excellent!” The whumper clapped their hands gleefully. They lifted the A up roughly and clipped their wrists into tight heavy shackles. A gasped from the pain of moving their bruised body, they left behind a small pool of blood where they had been sitting. B writhed in the guards’ grip, A felt sick, they were only held up by their restraints. The whumper unsheathed a sharp dagger from their belt. Without warning they plunged the dagger deep into A’s shoulder. A let out a strangled cry. “Wait! I’m sorry I wasn’t ready! Please don’t hurt them! Please!” They panted.

“Tsk, tsk.” The whumper wrenched the knife out of A, “failing on the first try.”

A began to cry, “oh god please I’ll do better! B I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

The whumper walked to B, knife raised, “this is going to be fun.”

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Knife Twists

Just wanted to put it out there that I’m a huge fan of the whumper stabbing their whumpee, and twisting the knife to make them scream. That’s all, thanks for listening :)

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Fun concept I really want to read: the whumper forces the whumpee into a playing the knife game with them, either by threatening them/their friends or just tying them up and doing it themselves 

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Omg I love this idea!

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TW: Blood, submission, knives, restraints, torture.

“Say it” the whumper twisted the knife lodged into their captive’s stomach. The whumpee let out a strangled cry. “Come on darling, don’t upset me, say it” The whumper coaxed. They was uncomfortably close to the whumpee’s face. They whumpee felt so vulnerable with their hands secured above their head, making them stretch for their toes to reach the ground.

“I’m useless, no one wants me.” They said it softly, defeated. A whimper of pain escaped from their lips.

The whumper smiled and shoved the knife deeper into their captive. “Good, and who do you belong to?”

The whumpee wanted to fight, they didn’t want to obey, but they were so tired. They were in so much pain. Four words could end their pain, earn them a break, but each time they said them they felt a part of themselves breaking. A part of themselves believing those words. They fought for so long, maybe it was time to just submit.

“I belong to you” they choked out.

“Excellent! I’m so glad you are finally leaning” the whumper gleefully ripped the knife out of the whumpee, tearing flesh. The whumpee gasped. They took in deep breaths, feeling like they could breath now the whumper wasn’t so close. They felt hot blood trickling down onto their legs. “I’m just going to pop out for a bit, I promise I won’t be gone long!” The whumper wiped the bloody knife on the hem of their shirt and put it back on it’s shelf. “See you soon my darling!” With that they left to let the whumpee bleed in peace.

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Humiliation prompts/ideas?

I got some for ya!

- The whumper stripping the whumpee to wash them and clean their wounds so they’ll be ready for more later (they may or may not ever give their clothes back)

- Starving the whumpee until they’re desperate enough to eat rotten food, animal food or even things that can’t be considered “food” at all – insects, rodents, etc.

- Forcing them to “entertain” their captors (this works especially well for whumpees with special powers or abilities that exhaust them)

- Degradation: “You’re not even a person anymore, you’re a toy, a plaything, you’re weak, you’re worthless, you can’t even stand up”

- Filming them as they break under torture and sending it to their loved ones

- Putting the whumpee on a collar and chain and dragging them around

- Muzzling or blindfolding them and leaving them alone to find their way

- Animalistic nicknames like “pet”, “mutt”, “mongrel”, “thing”, “dog”, etc.

- Making them beg to be hurt or thank the whumper for hurting them

- Forcing them to use titles for the whumper like “sir” or “master”

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This is my first piece of writing I’ve posted, I hope you like it!

TW: Captivity, restrainted, blood, slightly suggestive at some parts.

“Hazel? Hazel, wake up! God damn it. Wake up!” Ash yelled. He strained against the rope holding his arms firmly in place. It was looped around a metal hoop mounted in the wall above his head, stretching Ash so he couldn’t sit down, let alone move to Hazel.

Each movement rubbed his wrists raw, blood trickled down his arms from the wounds of hours of struggling. Hazel laid passed out in the corner of their cell. The guards didn’t bother to tie her up when they brought her back in, just threw her unconscious body into the cell.

Ash hoped she was just unconscious, but she hadn’t moved in such a long time, he was getting worried. If he could just get to her, to see if she was breathing. He was so lost in his thoughts and worries about Hazel, he almost didn’t notice when she began to stir. He saw her hand move, just a little. “Hazel! Oh thank god Hazel, you’re ok. Wake up please! Hazel! Wake up!” Ash almost cried with relief that she was alive, but he had to stay strong, this wasn’t the time to break down.

Hazel groaned as she tried to sit up, Ash could see her arms shaking, she fell back to the ground. “Don’t try to get up, you’ll make it worse.” Ash said sadly. She was covered in cuts and bruises. Her hair fell around her head in a matted halo, drenched in blood. “I’m not sure exactly what happened but you have some kind of bad head injury, you’ve lost a lot of blood.” Ash watch as Hazel brought a shaky hand to her head, wincing in pain.

He felt tears welling up again, he was meant to protect her. To be the strong one who could take anything. But he was stuck watching as Hazel was dragged out of their cell, and brought back, bloody, bruised, and beaten. It was his fault, he was the one who fought back against Rhea. The woman who kept them here. He managed to get free from his binds one day, and attacked her, it is was a split second lapse of judgement. He was so angry at her, he thought it would at worst get him punished. But Rhea hadn’t touched him, she just had the guards tie him up with extra care, to make sure he didn’t get out again. Then she took it out on Hazel. He was so stupid not to think of Hazel. Rhea tortured her again and again, each day, despite Ash’s pleas.

Ash was brought back to reality by a quiet whimper, “Hazel I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve this.” Hazel managed to prop her head against the wall so she could look at Ash.

“Better me than you” Hazel croaked out. Her voice was quiet, but determined as ever. She was getting her way. She has always begged Rhea to take her instead.

“No, it’s not better!” Ash yelled, he was so angry, at himself, at Rhea. Hazel flinched, Ash immediately felt disgusted with himself. He had scared her, and Rhea was getting her way, she finally realized torturing Hazel was more torture to Ash than actually hurting him. Now he had scared Hazel, the opposite of what he is constantly trying to do. Ash made his voice as soft and kind as he could. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I just don’t want to see you in pain. I’m not angry with you I swear, I’m so sorry.”

Hazel smiled weakly, “It is ok” she labored over each word, then fell back into unconsciousness. Ash’s attention shifted to the door, he heard the loud clang of the lock. Oh god they can’t take her again, Ash thought. Hazel could barely lift her arm, let alone stand, forget take a beating.

Rhea stepped into their cell, followed by two guards. Ash looked down, avoiding her eyes. “Hello my lovelies, how are we today?” Rhea asked pleasantly, as if she was a sweet teacher addressing her class of kindergartens. Rhea walked gracefully over to Ash. She was a starting woman with piercing blue eyes and jet black hair. Each side of her hair was pinned back behind her head, just like Ash’s mother did her hair. Rhea’s hands were thin and nimble. She was graceful, even while beating the shit out of you. She gently grabbed Ash’s chin, moving his face to look at her, “I said, how are you.” She said sweetly, her fingers dug into Ash’s skin.

“I’m good, how are you” diligently Ash replied, trying to keep the fear out of his voice.

“I’m quite well, thank you for asking. I’m afraid I can’t stay and chat, I have afternoon plans with a friend of yours” Rhea walked over to Hazel.

“No!” Ash yelled, Rhea spun around, her face stern. He knew he wasn’t supposed to yell, he had to stay calm to get Rhea to leave Hazel to recover. “I mean, it wouldn’t be fun. She’s so weak, she’ll pass out straight away! I’ve had a nice long break, to build up my stamina!” Ash was desperate, he tried to keep his voice even.

“Hmm, are you saying I should take you instead? How noble.” Rhea laughed, taking a step towards Ash. This is good he thought, I have to convince her to take me.

“Not noble, just trying to advise you. I doubt you would have much fun if she passed out five minutes into...”. Ash trailed off.

“You are right I suppose.” Rhea took another step, closing the distance between them. She ran a finger across his jawline, pausing to grab his chin once again. “But then I would have to have my fun with you. Would you like that?” She traced her finger down Ash’s neck, he shuddered. “Ask me for it” Rhea reached up to his wrist and grabbed it. Ash gasped as she pressed her fingers into his open wound. She brought her hand down, now covered in blood. “Ask me to hurt you” she whispered wiping his blood across his face. Ash took in a shaky breath, anything to save Hazel.

“I want you to hurt me.” Ash closed his eyes, wanting to be anywhere but there. Rhea’s eyes were hungry as she untied him slowly. Ash winced, tears forming in his eyes. His arms were free for only a second before Rhea grabbed them and shoved him against the wall, holding his arms above his head.

“Beg me to break you” she whispered into his ear, pressing close to him. Ash looked up, avoiding her eye contact as he began to quietly cry. “Break me, please” Ash whispered softly. He felt broken, and too vulnerable. He was only happy it was him, not Hazel. Rhea released him suddenly and he fell to his knees, she smiled. “As you wish.”

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Reluctant Whumpers

A teammate having to torture the whumpee, or the whumper kills the rest of the team. Does the whumpee know about this? If they do then the whumpee reassures their teammate that it’s ok, they aren’t mad at them, in between screams of pain. Or does the whumpee not know, maybe the teammate isn’t allowed to tell them. So the whumpee begs their friend to stop. Eventually just apologizing over and over, believing their friend truly hates them.

The whumper making the whumpee torture one of their friends. “You hurt them or I’ll kill them”

The whumper brings the whumpee into another captive’s cell, they lay out various implements of torture. “Anything you don’t use on them I’ll use on you”