Whump Prompts

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[whwmp101]

Whumpee’s eyes are dark and protective- yet exhausted and fearful. They stand hunched over, two shaky hands holding their sword out in front of them. Their sword trembles noticeably, tilting downwards every time Whumpee loses their focus. Whumpee is littered with bruises and gashes. Their legs tremble as they try to stand and their breathing sounds more like strained gasps than anything else. Their vision swirls, blurring and tilting. Whumpee staggers, but they don’t fall.

Whumpee is the only thing standing between Whumper and a wounded, restrained Caretaker, and Whumpee would rather die than let Whumper lay one finger on their friend.

Whumper tilts his head and offers a knowing smirk. In the blink of an eye, Whumpee’s skidding across the concrete on their back once again. They quickly try to scramble to their position protecting Caretaker, arms trembling and teeth clenched as they struggle to their feet- only to be knocked down once more, eliciting a sharp wheeze and a crack from somewhere along their ribs.

“Whumpee, stop fighting him, please!” Caretaker cries out tearfully, wrists jolting against chains, feet gliding uselessly against concrete, “Please, just run! Please, I’m begging you. I don’t want you to get hurt!”

“Oh-“ Whumper laughs, shaking his head as he stalks towards Whumpee, who’s struggling to hands and knees. “It’s a bit too late for Whumpee here to run.”

A sharp kick to the ribs and Whumpee’s on the concrete yet again, pain flashing through their mind as they fumble to reach for their sword. Whumper’s boot pins Whumpee’s reaching arm to the concrete, eliciting a sharp cry from both Whumpee and Caretaker.

“Stop hurting them!” Caretaker begs desperately, tugging against their restraints, “Please!! Please! Stop! Please, I’ll do anything! Just stop hurting them!” They cry, breath hitching with soft sobs. Whumpee’s pained expression turns to one of sorrow as they look up at their pleading friend.

“Hey..don’t worry..I-I’m fine-“ they try to comfort their friend with a weak, shaky voice, but Whumper takes a fistful of hair and yanks Whumpee’s head back, their other hand wrapping around Whumpee’s neck.

“They won’t be for long.” Whumper snickers cruelly, and watches Caretaker’s helpless expression as his hand tightens around Whumpee’s neck.

Whumpee struggles to breathe, with not enough strength to fight back..

and sword just out of reach.

[whwmp101]

WARNING: NSFW Whump // NONCON

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Whumpee’s wrists are cuffed behind their back, their legs strapped tightly together, offering no escape from the vibrator stuck inside of them- there’s not even an inch of wriggle room. A chain is wrapped tightly around Whumpee’s neck, attached to the ceiling to keep them on their knees. Whumpee’s weak, desperate voice is muffled by a gag, only making breathing an even more difficult task.

Whumper chuckles softly, examining the remote in his hand. He clicks a switch and Whumpee yelps from beneath the gag, body trembling violently as they squirm in an attempt to escape the painfully pleasurable buzz. Squirming only results in the chain around Whumpee’s neck yanking tight, causing Whumpee to get in half a breath and a choked whimper.

“I’d imagine it’s awfully hard for you to breathe right now. You must be exhausted- after all, you’ve finished how many times now..?” Whumper mumbles coolly, pacing around Whumpee, “I’d guess around fifteen times. It must hurt at this point.”

Whumpee whimpers weakly, body twitching as they try to escape the horrible sensation. Whumper chuckles, shaking his head.

“I’ll take that as a verification of my suspicions.” Whumper coos, before clicking a button again to bring the vibration to a lower level. Whumpee pants tiredly, trying to rest their sore knees, but the chain around their neck won’t let them move unless they want to be strangled.

“Plmf..” Whumpee begs, but it’s unintelligible from under the gag. Their eyes are teary and exhausted, their body shivering in fatigue.

“What was that?” Whumper hums sarcastically, then clicks a button, causing Whumpee to cry out again and desperately jolt against their restraints. They pant for air from under the gag, their body trembling violently. Then, Whumpee let’s out a shrill whimper, head snapping back before falling forward again. After their cry, they seem to be trembling worse- much more sensitive than before, and certainly in much more pain.

“Was that number sixteen, Whumpee..?” Whumper asks, crouching down to grip Whumpee’s chin, lifting their exhausted, teary gaze to match their own. Whumpee winces, tears trickling down their cheeks as they continue to tremble.

“Let’s try for just a few more, hm?” Whumper says softly, one hand gently stroking Whumpee’s hair while Whumpee whimpers and trembles.

It’s the sixth time Whumper’s said that same, taunting sentence.

[whwmp101]

A loud beep, followed by sparks and a horrible, cracking cry. Wrists jolt against shackles violently, Whumpee’s body twitching and convulsing.

“Stop!! St-t-top! Turn it off!” Whumpee begs to the empty room, struggling to spit the words out- before the shock collar zaps them once again. Whumpee’s exhausted muscles twitch and lock up for the hundredth time, then their head falls forward against their chest with exhausted sobs. Whumpee’s skin is pale, accentuating the horribly dark bags under their eyes.

Once every ten seconds. That’s how often the collar zapped Whumpee. It’s not torture, Whumper told them, it’s just to keep Whumpee awake so they’re too sleep-deprived and exhausted to escape.

Whumpee’s starting to lose it. They’ve never been this exhausted in their entire life. They scream for mercy, they cry out that they’ve been good, they scream for Whumper to just let them sleep, but their voice is hoarse and has become too quiet to hear.

The collar goes off again, and Whumpee can only twitch against the chains, dazed, exhausted eyes focusing on nothing in the darkness of Whumper’s basement.

[whwmp101]

Whumpee is sprinting through a snowstorm in a desperate attempt to escape Whumper. They’re barefoot- freezing, weak, starving, but they know this is their only chance at escape. They’re gasping breathlessly, when they glance over their shoulder to check for Whumper.

In a terrible crack, the ice beneath their feet breaks, plunging Whumpee into freezing, icy waters that stab at their bare skin. A horrified yelp escapes their throat before their head goes under. They thrash and kick, but what little strength they have left is dissipating quickly, and they just barely force their head above the water to cry for help. They blindly reach for a figure approaching the edge of the waters.

Whumper crouches calmly down, tilting their head as they watch their sweet Whumpee choke on icy water.

“Oh, I’d love to help you..” Whumper says calmly, their voice carried by the wind, “..but you ran from me, despite my warnings. You’ll have to do an awful lot of begging for me t-“

“P-p-pl-!” Whumpee begs through chattering teeth, but their plea is cut short by icy water entering their lungs, their legs thrashing fueled solely by adrenaline, which is barely enough to keep Whumpee moving. Whumper sighs, tilting their head again, not bothering to help Whumpee.

“Beg harder. Maybe I’ll consider helping you.” Whumper replies coolly. Whumpee’s head breaches the surface again, coughing up water, trying to gasp for air.

“I’ll d-d-do anyth-!” Again, their head goes under. This time, Whumpee doesn’t have the strength to swim back up. They choke, thrashing weakly. Whumper grins, then calmly drags their sweet Whumpee out of the frozen waters, lifting them like a child.

“You shouldn’t have run from me.” Whumper mumbles with a sigh as they carry Whumpee back towards their home, “Guess I’ll have to be a bit harsher with my punishments. Oh, bother..”