welcome to my guilty pleasure blog!! my name is bea and I'm 30. mostly using this space to explore different themes and ideas related to writing and of course all things whump.
Favorite tropes: captivity whump, recovery fluff/comfort, found family, noncon whump (always tagged), emotional whump, protective caretaker, forced to watch, happy/hopeful endings (even if - especially? - it takes a hot minute to get there)
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Original Stories:
Unmade
Vienna’s abduction by a sadistic serial predator, Alec, forces her to endure unimaginable suffering which she survives only through the memories of her loved ones, including boyfriend/best friend Zander. While Zander spirals in grief, he forms an unexpected bond with a case agent, which leads him to an encounter with Alec that results in his own capture. Reunited in captivity, Vienna and Zander face more horrors before finally escaping. The story shifts to their healing process, where love, family, and resilience help them reclaim their lives after the darkness.
(Main characters - Vienna, Zander, Alec, Miller)
The Last Flame
Set in the dystopian future state of Syndora. Rixton, a pilot in the resistance group the Forge, is captured by the oppressive Syndoran regime and tortured for years, haunted by the deaths of innocent people. When he is finally rescued, he returns to the Forge to find Asher, his former love, who had believed him dead and strove to move on. As Rixton and Asher both battle guilt and the broken trust between them, they must navigate the long road to healing in the midst of a still-burning revolution.
Thinking about characters who are literally just serial whumpers.
Maybe they have a reason for what they do. Maybe they don't. Maybe the only reason they have to kidnap and torture people, again and again, is that they enjoy it. They love feeling powerful. They love seeing the fear in their victims' eyes.
And if they go too far, well... they can always find new prey.
okay but defiant whumpee holding their breath so whumper can't put a gag in, but instead of waiting, whumper simply pins their nose shut and grabs a strip of duct tape to put over their mouth as a way to teach whumpee to just let themselves be gagged next time
whumpee learning the consequences of their actions my beloved <333
the fear in whumpee's eyes as they struggle to breathe, whumper's firm, unrelenting grip.
im very partial to whumper waiting for them to calm down, gently tilting their chin up with a "Next time you'll be good for me, hmm?"
or angry whumper waiting until they have to tear the duct tape off to go "Hopefully that'll teach you."
thank you anon i love imagining scared whimpering whumpees looking at whumper with wide tearful eyes <3
Blunt force trauma is honestly so underrated in whump. Concussed whumpee after Whumper knocked them out - whumpee getting free and knocking Whumper out! Broken bones and bruises, getting thrown to the floor or into walls.. ough, it's just all so lovely! Treat your whumpee like their bones are a suggestion y'all. It's good for them
"Come on... Come on, Whumpee, wake up! Please. I'm here for you. Here to get you out! But we have to go now!"
Caretaker's soft but intense pleading barely got a response. Whumpee was completely out, curled up on the harsh stone floor of the cell. Every speck of bare skin was covered in bruises or scrapes. And they were splayed out in a way that made Caretaker suspect in horror that they'd been tossed carelessly to the floor where they hadn't bothered, or more likely, hadn't been able to move their limbs in a more... comfortable position. Caretaker shook them lightly, pulling them to lie on their back. "Come on... Wake up!"
"You're too late, Caretaker." A voice behind them called, eerily calm.
Caretaker whipped around at the voice and the panic of being discovered turned icy cold in their veins when the implications hit them.
"What?" they croaked, looking at Whumper, who casually blocked the door to the cell, languidly leaning against the frame. They looked back at Whumpee. "You don't-- Are they--?!" Their voice raised as they stumbled over their fears.
"Oh," Whumper held out his hands, placating. "No, no, don't worry, they're not dead." His voice dipped to a growl as he looked the small figure over. "They should be so lucky... No," he said, tone returning to his casual smugness. "I mean, your rescue couldn't be more ill-timed. If you'd been a few hours earlier... You might have even run into each other," he finished with a devious grin.
Caretaker's expression turned from relief to utter confusion.
Whumper nudged himself away from the frame with his shoulder and slowly advanced on the pair. "You see, they tried to escape. Just this afternoon. And what we have here is... well, the consequences of that stupid stunt. Even if they were awake, even if they could walk..." His grin widened, turning from devious to unsettling as he bared his teeth. "I'm not sure they would dare set another foot outside of this cell, not even if you begged them or tried to drag them along. They were, ah, quite sorry for their mistake, believe me."
"You rotten bastard," Caretaker managed to get out from behind grit teeth.
Whumper gave a graceful nod in acknowledgement, as if accepting the compliment. He backed away slowly until he stood outside the cell again. "You got what you came for, to help your friend. So help them," he added in a growl. "They need it. And you'll have all the time to try and convince them to attempt an escape. Again."
He slammed the door shut and parted with his final, sly words.
Hey remember that rewrite I was doing lmao. I know it’s been Months since the last update but heyyy I’m back at it. Originally this was gonna be all handled in one part but uhhh this one got long and it’s just the set up lmao. Enjoy!
CW: pet whump, dehumanization, creepy whumper
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Once again, Wren found himself sitting in the back of a car, Zander sitting beside him, on their way to a fight again. This time however, it was Zander who was dressed nicely, and it was him who was dressed to fight. Cain had decided he was ready, and while Wren didn’t think he could be any more ready than he already was, it still felt far too soon for this.
They had fallen into a routine over the past few weeks. Instead of fighting, Zander was being made to train him, most days Cain would take them outside and watch these practice matches, often times they’d spend hours out there. It was exhausting, both of them were covered in bruises and scrapes, Wren had tried to ask for a break but Cain just laughed in his face. He told him that Zander often fought multiple times within a week, he’d have to get used to the same expectations. No time to rest, no time to recover unless it was serious, always right back to it. Wren was starting to understand why Zander was struggling so bad, he’d been expected to do this for years now, his body could only take so much. Wren wasn’t sure how long his own body would be able to handle it.
The car stopped in front of that building again, a place Wren still didn’t entirely understand. He wondered if he’d ever get to see any more of it than he’d seen already. He figured he’d ask Zander later about what else went on in there. Cain got them both out and took them by their leashes, leading them inside, Wren’s legs shaking with each step. He wrinkled his nose as he was once again hit by that smell, he never understood why people would smoke indoors. He tried to keep his head down, they were led to a space off of the main entryway this time, people sat at a bar, or standing around drinking and talking. Vanessa was near the bar, and she brightened up when she spotted Cain, waving him over.
The pair greeted each other, talking casually about the upcoming fight, about Wren fighting. He didn’t like being talked about like he wasn’t there, but right now he could barely pay attention to what they were saying. He briefly looked up at Zander, who was fidgeting with the collar of his shirt, looking rather bored of this environment already. Wren wondered why Cain brought him along when he wasn’t even fighting, he didn’t seem to like him very much so he didn’t understand why he’d have him around more than necessary. He scanned the crowd around them, and noticed a man who was looking in their direction- or more accurately, directly at Wren. He was tall and dark haired, maybe a little older than Cain was, wearing what had to be an expensive black suit, the jacket folded over his arm. His heart sank when the man started waking towards them, as he got close, his eyes lingered on Wren for a moment, before he turned his attention to Cain.
“Cain,” He started, trying to get his attention, but Cain seemed to be blatantly ignoring him. “Cain… Mr. Whitaker.” The man said, Cain finally directed his attention to him when he said the correct name.
“Hm? Nicholas? Did you say something?” Cain asked. Wren could see the corners of his mouth twitching, like he was holding back a smile, even as Nicholas looked completely unamused with him.
“Is this one yours?” Nicholas asked, jumping straight to the point as he motioned to Wren. He looked at him again, and Wren felt his blood run cold under his gaze. He felt small, vulnerable, the way he looked at him with his stormy gray eyes made him feel like he was in danger.
“Yep! I picked up little red here a few weeks ago.” Cain said, Wren thought he sounded too proud of himself for purchasing another person. “His name is Wren, he’s going to be fighting tonight.” Nicholas took his face in his gloved hand, tilting his chin up and forcing Wren to look at him. He turned his face from one side to another, like he was trying to determine his value from his appearance alone.
“Fighting?” He asked, his eyes narrowed as he studied his face. “You’re going to make this pretty little thing here fight?” Cain laughed at that, abruptly pulling Wren back from Nicholas by his leash. Despite the less than desirable way he went about it, Wren was just thankful to be even a step away from that man.
“He may be cute, but I’ll tell you, this little guy knows what he’s doing. It didn’t take long until he was taking down Zander!”
“Hm, I’m sure that did wonders for the mutt’s ego.” Wren followed his gaze to Zander, who was glaring at him. He didn’t just look annoyed, Wren was surprised to see Zander looked furious. He didn’t think a simple comment like that would be enough to upset Zander so badly, and despite having no say in the matter, he felt guilty. He didn’t want to be compared to him, or to make him feel bad by just doing what he was told.
“Ah, he’s fine.” Cain waved him off dismissively. “He’s starting to get really friendly with the little pup, it’s adorable.”
“Oh yes, I’d bet he’s become very friendly with him.” Nicholas sneered, his eyes still locked on Zander, who growled. The sound startled Wren, he didn’t just sound angry, he sounded like an animal, like he’d learned to make this noise out of necessity. Wren was looking at him with wide eyes, while Nicholas seemed largely unimpressed. “I remain fascinated by your decision to take this thing out without a muzzle.” He told Cain, who snapped his fingers to get Zander’s attention.
“Hey! Knock it off.” He ordered him, and while Zander quit growling, he was still glaring at Nicholas. “Are you still mad about last time?” Cain asked Nicholas, “I mean, that one was kind of your fault, you know how he gets when you grab his face.” This seemed to finally get some reaction out of Nicholas, no matter how subtle, his eyes narrowed as he turned his attention to Cain, scowling at him.
“I think the blame lies with the person who failed to train him.” He said coldly. Wren wondered what happened last time, he wondered who Nicholas even was. He seemed to have some history with Cain, but Wren could tell, it definitely wasn’t good. Before Cain could reply, Vanessa cleared her throat, reminding the group that she was still there.
“I would genuinely love to watch you two continue… this. But we should probably be going now.” She told Cain. “Don’t wanna be late for the pup’s first fight, right?”
“Right- yes, if you’ll excuse us, we need to get going.” He told Nicholas. Wren could tell he was trying to make it sound like leaving was his idea, as if Nicholas wasn’t standing right there when Vanessa spoke.
“Of course.” Nicholas said, stepping aside so they could pass through. “I look forward to seeing it then.” Cain tugged his leash, leading him away, while Vanessa followed with Zander. Wren could feel Nicholas’ eyes on him again, and he glanced up just in time to see Zander snap at him, startling the man into taking another step back. Nicholas glared at him but Zander grinned, satisfied with intimidating the man.
What the fuck is he thinking? He asked himself, unable to understand why he would risk punishment like that. Surely he knew by now that behaving this way would do nothing to benefit himself, right?
As they made their way back to that elevator, it once again hit Wren full force what he was walking into. It was his turn, he wasn’t just going to watch this time, he was expected to perform- and to perform well. He thought about Zander’s punishment for losing a fight and nearly shuddered. He was determined to avoid the same fate, but at the same time, he didn’t even know who he’d be up against. Sure he’d managed to beat Zander, but that was after weeks of practice, and the man was clearly burnt out. What would happen to him against a fighter in better condition? He knew full well that people had lost their lives in this ring, and now he was going to subject himself to potentially the same fate? Not for the first time since he agreed to all this, he wondered if he was crazy.
They arrived at the underground complex, this time Vanessa went ahead with Zander while Cain stayed with Wren, leading him through the crowds. Sometimes he’d greet people as they passed by, many of them giving questioning looks towards Wren. He knew he didn’t appear physically cut out for this, not compared to Zander, or the other fighters he saw, but he wished they’d stop looking at him that way. Cain took him to a door where a man was standing outside, he nodded at Cain when he arrived.
“Finally gettin’ rid of Zander?” He asked, as Cain handed Wren’s leash to him.
“Not yet- though I might if little red here performs well.” He said, and the man laughed.
“You’ll be lucky if he comes out in one piece!” He said, doing nothing to ease Wren’s nerves.
Cain reminded him to be good, and then left him with that man, Wren following after him as he took him through the door. The hallway before him was dimly lit, with cells lining each side. There were other people in these cells, he was put in one closer to the door they came in through. The man unclipped the leash from his collar before closing the barred door, locking it with a key.
“You’ll wait here for your turn. It might be a while so I suggest you get comfortable- and remember to take your shoes off before you go out.” He told him, and Wren nodded quickly.
“Y-yes sir…” He said quietly. He still wasn’t entirely sure when he was and wasn’t supposed to speak, but no shock came from his collar, and the man seemed to approve of his response. He looked him up and down again, Wren could tell he wasn’t impressed with what he saw.
“Good luck out there, pup. You’re certainly gonna need it.” He said, before walking away, back through that door. Wren looked around the barren cell, it was even smaller than the one he’d been kept in at the pound. He could hear movement and murmurs from the other cells, but nobody was really speaking, in fact most of the noise was coming from above him. He looked up at the ceiling, he wondered what the exact layout of this place even was. He made a mental note to ask Zander later, he’d been here longer, maybe he would know.
He resigned himself to waiting, and sat down on the floor, going ahead and pulling his shoes and socks off, tucking his socks into his shoes before setting them aside. Zander had already told him what to expect, that a “handler” would come and retrieve him once it was his turn, he’d be led out to the ring by them. Once there, he would be locked inside with his opponent, there would be no escape until the fight had been won. The lights would be bright and hot, it would be loud, but he would have to focus entirely on the fight, getting distracted was dangerous. He’d taken him by the shoulders the night before and looked him in the eye, his expression dead serious as he told him that he would have to be cruel. There was no such thing as a “fair” fight down here, nothing was off limits, hesitation, mercy, sympathy, all that would just cost him the fight. Wren told him that he understood, but he still wasn’t sure of himself. It sounded a lot easier said than done.
Wren’s anxiety rose as the noise above him got louder and louder, from the other end of the hallway he could hear the crowd growing. He told himself that it would be okay, that he could do this, he’d volunteered for this after all. He had to believe that it would turn out alright, he’d already seen the cost of failure. He wasn’t going to let the same thing happen to him, if he could help it.
I love it when whumpee is in some kind of horrific distress, or mid-torture and whumper is hanging out doing something casual at the same time. Flipping through their dayplanner, playing office golf, fixing their makeup or their hair, taking a normal phone call...
Suave but callous whumper torturing info out of whumpee(do they have the info??? Would they tell whumper made up info??? Cry?? BEG????) 💁
(also, I hope you got some rest :3)
(I did get sleep, yes ;-; But also since work is NSFW, am going to put it below cut. Hope you enjoy!! And thank you for putting in the ask again, heh)
"Shhh, shhh, crying doesn't fix anything," Whumper sighs, as if this hurts him more than it's hurting the writhing body on the table. "It wouldn't have come to this if you had just been honest..."
Whumpee screams when another current ripples through them, "I was! I don't--fuck--I don't know anything--!"
"Other whumper saw you at the party," Whumper drones, testing the knobs at the end of the live wires. "She saw your silhouette in the window during the hand-off. Really, Whumpee, I didn't take you for someone this..." His eyes trail down their naked form, "sloppy."
Another scream wrangles out of Whumpee. It sounds like a moan.
"Please--please, I don't know what you want--from me--"
Whumper's fingers fiddle with the further knob, "Hmm? I just want the truth."
"I don't have it--" Whumpee's sobbing now.
"Lying doesn't look good on you, Whumpee."
"I'm not lying!--oh, stop!"
"If she hadn't seen you, I wouldn't have to do this," Whumper's hand paints Whumpee's navel, "You do know how much I hate hurting you..."
"Then...stop...please..." Whumpee's shaking from the pain.
Whumper leans close, his tired eyes a breath away from Whumpee's, "When you answer me, I will."
Groaning in agony, Whumpee sinks back on the hard wood surface, exhausted. "Fu--fine, I was--I was there--" Whumper drops lower so Whumpee can turn towards his ear, "I took the--the substances and I--nngh--I passed them off to--to--to Caretaker--"
"When?"
"I don't--know. I think it was--midnight--"
"Mmm...are you sure?" His rich voice is a stark contrast to the ringing in Whumpee's ears, "I can't let you go on just a possiblity, Whumpee."
"Yes, I'm sure, now please--please let me go, Whumper."
Whumper's eyes flicker to the door. "Where is Caretaker now?"
"I don't know."
Sighing, Whumper lets his lips graze Whumpee's neck, "Oh, what a convenience." His hand returns to the electro knob.
With a keen, Whumpee tries to wrench away from Whumper. It doesn't work. "No-no! I swear I don't, Whumper, I swear!"
Whumper pauses, his hand resting on the knob, "...very well." And he turns it, but the other way.
Whumpee collapses in place, panting like a wounded dog. With a smile, Whumper nuzzles against Whumpee's tearstained face.
"Not so hard when you can lose your pride, isn't it?" He remarks.
"I hate you," Whumpee chokes.
Whumper chuckles, "That just means you're still sane, Whumpee. For now..."
Whumpee - who just survived 17 stab wounds before the building they were in exploded and the ambulance taking them to the hospital drove off a cliff in the middle of nowhere and they limped three days on their broken legs back to the civilisation - sees Caretaker with a little band-aid hiding a paper cut on their thumb and immediately in tears demands to know who did this to them.
