Whump em & dump em

Place where i indulge in whump [22 & any prns]

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hello, my name's vincent, buy you can call me vice :] im 22, and i go by any pronouns. i use this blog to read and write whump of many different kinds.

my ask box is open for requests/ideas whenever! feel free to send asks if you wanna :D

in terms of a dni, just dont come here if ur bigoted, yknow?

my blog has a general trigger warning for whump-typical topics (i.e. kidnapping, torture, manipulation, etc.) but if i delve into anything deeper/less expected ill try to tag it as such :)

all my original posts are tagged #whumpdumps

i dont really write about ocs/characters, and just use the whumper/whumpee names for a sort of "fill in the blank" vibe lol. i also try to keep them all gender neutral so you can just put any character you want in there :)

i find myself writing a lot of pet whump, intimate whumper, whumper turned whumpee and.. probably other stuff

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Humiliation Prompts

These are all presented as sfw by default (but can be interpreted otherwise if that’s your preference)

Humiliate them by:

♠ Making them beg

♠ Forcing them to strip

♠ Spitting in their mouth

♠ Making them kneel

♠ Dressing them in a degrading outfit

♠ Mocking them for involuntary reactions

♠ Forcing them to lick something off the floor

♠ Hurting them in front of a mirror so they’re forced to watch

♠ Keeping their hands bound to make basic tasks difficult or impossible. Bonus: punish them for failing or making a mess

♠ Feeding them spoiled or disgusting food

♠ Hosing them down with cold water

♠ Calling them a mocking nickname or title

♠ Forcing them to crawl on their hands and knees

♠ Leaving them with obvious, hard to hide scars

♠ Branding them as a sign of ownership

♠ Forcing them to divulge past traumas or secrets

♠ Altering or ruining a part of their appearance they take pride in

♠ Rendering them mute or forbidding them to speak

♠ Making them lick clean someone’s boots/shoes

♠ Assigning them menial labor/chores

♠ Showing them off as a trophy at a party. Bonus: the party is for their enemies OR former allies/coworkers

♠ Offering them up as the entertainment to party guests to do with as they please

♠ Making derogatory comments about them to others (with them in the room/in earshot) Bonus: force them to agree with these assessments

♠ Gifting them as a slave/servant to someone they formerly outranked

♠ Leaving them at the mercy of strangers in a public display (stocks, pillory, cage, chained to something, etc)

♠ Grinding their face into the ground/mud/a mess they made. Bonus: With a foot on the back of their neck or side of their head

♠ Recording them being punished/tortured/etc. Bonus: send these to friends and family OR release them publicly online

♠ Fitting them with a collar

♠ Muzzling them

♠ Making them perform tricks or skills on command

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A spoonful of Ipecac

CW: General Whump Warning (Violence, Kidnapping, Etc.), Emetophobia, Drugging

Based on this prompt I posted a while ago

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“Ok Whumpee, you said you were thirsty, right?”

Whumper crouched by their captive, huddled on the floor and avoiding their gaze. The shivering form gave a short nod in response, barely visible, but Whumper picked up on it and smiled.

“Alright then! Open your mouth up for me”

Keep reading

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I see so many people reblog my whump prompts with "I know this is meant to be serious, but-" let me stop you there. It's not. I am the number 1 goofiest whump blog out there. If you look past the deeply horrifying shit i am 98% silly. So don't assume you can't get silly with me.

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Dartboard whumpee.

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they fucking killed me guys

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Okay goodbye again *runs away*

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Whumpee being kept in full sensory deprivation except for when Whumper takes them out to torture them so they begin to crave the times they're tortured because it's the only stimulation they get anymore

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"Rise and shine angel!"

"...P...P-please.....pl-"

"Oh darling, you should know by now that even if you beg, I won't let you go."

"No...n-not...that..."

"...Hm?"

"Please....please h-hurt me..."

".......Oh, darling~"

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Whumper offering to remove Whumpee's gag, but only if they let them pull all their teeth. They can't risk the "unruly mutt" biting them, after all.

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Whumpee being kept in full sensory deprivation except for when Whumper takes them out to torture them so they begin to crave the times they're tortured because it's the only stimulation they get anymore

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🌺 - What’s your MBTI type?

supposedly im an ENFP! im not sure how accurate that is though :]

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🎇😱

😱 - What’s your biggest fear?

big things. i have major megalophobia ^^;

🎇 - What’s your most searched thing on Google?

honestly not sure! maybe a fanfic site?

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CW: Blood, Amputation

"From now on, you will do as I say if you value your life." Whumper snarled menacingly.

"I'm nice though, so I'll give you ten chances. Your first order is this: kneel before me."

Whumpee stared defiantly from the floor where they lay crumpled. They sneered at their captor, narrowing their eyes.

"Oh, yes, you're so nice, kidnapping me and everything. Real stand-up behaviour from you there!" They spat, eyes darkening, "I will never follow your commands, you monster."

Whumper's aura of confidence shifted to one of slight frustration, glaring at Whumper like they were a particularly petulant child.

"Fine, you want to test your boundaries? I know mutts like you tend to do that under new masters." They grabbed Whumpee harshly by the wrist, yanking them over to a wooden table hidden in the shadowy corner of the room. There, they strapped Whumpee's hand in place by the wrist, palm down, tightening the leather buckle they used until their captive's flesh burnt red from pressure. They then locked it shut, to prevent any unwanted tampering.

"Ten chances, I suppose one of those would end up being wasted on a learning experience hm?" Whumper mused light-heartedly, rummaging through a storage box next to the table. Whumpee took the time to experimentatively pull against the strap, working the buckle with their hand.

"Oh, I'd move that other hand out of the way if I were you!"

Before Whumpee could fully grasp what that could mean, Whumper spun around, cleaver knife in hand. Quick as a flash they grabbed the little finger on Whumpee's restrained hand, pulled it away from the rest of them, and brough the cleaver down on it with a sickening crunch.

For a second, Whumpee felt nothing. Then, the white hot pain hit them with the force of a truck, and they screamed like a wild animal, their body going limp as they fell to their knees in agony.

Whumper doused the nub left behind in a sterile saline solution, tightly wrapping it in gauze, halting the bleeding. They picked up the quickly cooling amputated finger and crouched down, holding it in Whumpee's face.

"That's one chance gone, ok? I'm sure you understand not to waste the remaining nine."

Whumpee weakly nodded.

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Tiny pet Merwhumpee being kept in a too small tank, with the water too warm/cool, unable to let their owner (and unintentional Whumper) know that they're unhappy as the water muffles their speech.

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Whumper brings them home in one of those plastic fish bags and Whumpee is actually a little excited to see their new home and then they see their tank is some shit like this

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I feel like headaches are underutilized in whump. Pain most anywhere else can be ignored to some extent, but a headache? That's in your brain. Right next to all the synapses and receptors you're willing to ignore it. A little harder.

Nobody can see the pain, it's not a visible injury, so people can struggle to sympathize. They might even not believe you, say you're being dramatic.

And a bad headache, it can do awful things.

Can make a normally kindhearted person short and snappy, too agonized to take the time they normally do with things.

Can reduce the smartest, most insightful people to an animal running on instinct, their braincells too caught up in the burning, stabbing, throbbing to come up with any thoughts more complex than "Fuck, this hurts."

Can drive someone to near madness, the pain so intense and long lasting that they feel like they're dying, that dying might be a better option. Crying out for mercy, for peace, for death.

And when the headache is over? No evidence of it. No physical scarring. No long lasting physical effects. No sympathy from others past a couple of "I'm glad you're okay now"s. You just have to move on now, it's over so get yourself together.

And what if it comes back? Sometimes you can tell, can feel the faint tingle in your skull, but sometimes it'll strike again, months later, with zero warning. If it was bad enough the first time, you might spend weeks on edge, nervous of another one creeping up on you.

Plus, there's just so many types of headaches. Dehydration, exhaustion, sinus congestion, just plain old "no real reason" ones. Do they stab just behind one eye? Do they wrap your head like a tight rubber band? Do they burrow from the inside of your brain like a parasite?

Anyway yeah. Headaches.

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Ready Set Go

Warnings: restraints, torture, suffocation

Whumpee’s chest was heaving. They were sweating and shaking. And they were too tired to try and break free from the restraints. 

“That wasn’t so bad,” Whumper smiled as they waved the plastic bag they’d been using to suffocate Whumpee. “You lasted a whole minute and a half this time. What do you see we make it to two this time?”

“Please,” Whumpee rasped. They definitely could not make it to two. “Please,” they begged once more. 

“Big breath,” Whumper coaxed as they pulled the bag over Whumpee’s head, cutting off all access to air. 

Whumpee’s lungs burned immediately, dark spots encroaching on their vision. They struggled against Whumper until it became too much and the darkness took over. 

And blessed, delicious air was suddenly filling their lungs. Whumpee took gulping breaths as they blinked through their tears. “You didn’t even make to a minute fifteen,” Whumper pouted. “You got to do better next time.”

“Please,” Whumpee sobbed. “No more.”

“You gotta make it to at least a minute thirty this time.” Whumper didn’t wait for Whumpee to take a breath this time. They just pulled the bag over and held it tight over Whumpee’s head. 

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Whumper piercing vampire Whumpee's body with several silver needles, thin and deep enough into to skin so that they can't even be seen from the outside. Whumpee slowly becomes used to the constant pain, and upon being rescued by Caretaker it slips their mind to even tell them. The pain is just a part of their life now.

Until one day, after being restored to a healthy enough point to properly heal itself, their body finally rejects one of the needles, the very tip of it being pushed from the skin, just enough for Caretaker to notice and be horrified. They remove the needle, clean the wound and comfort Whumpee, apologizing over and over for the fact that they had to go through that, that they didn't notice somehow.

When another needle resurfaces next week, Caretaker can feel nothing but sickening dread. Of course there hadn't just been one.

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4/28/2023

Prompt above by the very cool @whumpndump!

Warnings: Vampire whumpee, chronic pain caused by needles embedded in skin, removal of said needles.

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Quail bit her lip as the tweezers slowly pulled the needle from within her flesh. She knew it would hurt, but this time, it hurt more than just leaving it alone. She gave a small whimper when it was finally gone.

"Shh, shh, I'm sorry, baby," Katie cooed, throwing the needle away and setting down her tweezers. "I know they hurt, but you need to tell me where they are. I know you have more in you."

"I don't...I don't need your help; I don't need to burden you," Quail growled.

"You aren't a burden; you know that," Katie scolded. She looked through the Swiss medic bag that Quail had gifted her all those years ago, reminiscing on the days of old for a moment before finding the required supplies to clean the wound.

"Hmph."

Katie poured a bit of saline onto a cotton swab and then pressed it to the wound. "If we remove the needles, yes, it will hurt, but then, when it heals, you won't be in pain anymore."

Quail hissed quietly, but didn't say anything. She was too nervous to do anything but stare at the floor as Katie continued her process. Once the wound was wrapped, they finally made eye contact, again.

"I know you're afraid," Katie stated, "But when they resurface, again, or if you want to dig them out, just ask for some help. I'll be waiting." With that, Katie left Quail sitting on the bathroom counter, alone and contemplating.