More Creepy/intimate Whumper Things

Okay mock executions are fucking terrifying I have not seen nearly enough of them in the whump community.

Whumpee who knows they’re going to die the next week/day/few hours and there’s nothing they can do to stop it. The panic and desperation with no outlet. They claw at their restraints and throw themself at the door to their cell, uncaring as bruises bloom across their skin, or as blood begins to build up underneath their nails. They’re willing to sacrifice everything for the futile, fleeting hope of escape. They scream and beg until their voice goes hoarse even though there’s no one nearby to listen. Eventually, they crumple in on themself to the awful realization that their future is set and cut. They can’t even sleep without their dreams being plagued with this lingering terror. Maybe they’ve seen Whumper kill someone in the manner they’ve told Whumpee they are to be executed, so Whumpee can’t even pretend to think that maybe Whumper is bluffing.

When the day comes, they still haven’t settled into their fate. They’re absolutely hysterical, doing everything they can to stay away from Whumper and [insert place where they were planned to be executed]. Of course, this does nothing. If they won’t walk, Whumper’s men will simply drag them. At one point maybe Whumpee manages to break free for a short moment of hope, managing to throw their elbow against Henchman’s stomach and twist away, actions fueled only by the adrenaline flooding their mind. They take a single desperate lunge towards the door, before something hard catches them upside the head and knocks them down. Their vision is fuzzy and fleeting, hearing nothing but a faint ringing. Maybe they’re unconscious altogether as Henchman picks them up and continues to drag them towards their final destination.

Whumper plays out everything the way it was intended. They tie the blindfold over Whumpee’s eyes, exchange their chains for softer restraints. Whatever. Then when it comes time for the strike, for the blade to pierce through their chest or slit across their neck, all that Whumpee feels is a small prick against their neck, something cold flood through their body before their thoughts collapse under the intensify of the stress and their mind gives out.

Wherever they wake the following day, let it be somewhere much worse than death’s doorstep or a place so peaceful Whumpee couldn’t even begin to comprehend, Whumpee will be terrified. Panicked and confused. Their thoughts will have no answer as they realized there is no one else around to answer their cries. They wonder if this is death, the afterlife or whatever it was called.

That hope is crushed, replaced by even more of a helpless confusion as Whumper strolls through the door moments later, grinning as they ran their fingers across the sharp of a blade.

Whump Prompts: Restraints

Content: Non-con kissing, restraints, immortal whump, creepy whumper, defiant whumpee, non-con drugging, gags.

Kissing a gagged whumpee's mouth and holding them by the chin to stop them from moving.

Caretaker/Carewhumper rubbing aloe vera on Whumpee's rope burn (wrists, ankles, etc.)

Being hung from the ceiling by the wrists or the ankles. Perhaps both, with their legs pulled up behind them in a stress position.

A creepy whumper tying their defiant whumpee up and drugging them so they can contently brush their hair without any resistance.

Tying a whumpee up with their own clothes.

Strapping a whumpee to a board with every limb stretched passed their limits.

Gagging a whumpee with rope. Drying their mouth out and possibly burning the sides of their mouth.

Restraining them with zip ties that are too tight around their wrists and ankles. The constant pinching and irritation leaving them whimpering and wriggling for a more comfortable position that doesn't exist.

dragging an immortal behind a car by their neck.

Injuring themselves just so they can escape their restraints.

Hear Me Out #1: Baths

Comfort (SFW)

After whumpee's rescue, caretaker gives them a bath and sees all the scars whumper gave them.

Caretaker trying the best not to break down in front of whumpee.

Bad Caretaker asking whumpee how they got each scar, believing too much in how talking about the trauma makes one feel better but they're really forcing whumpee to think about it all over again.

Whumpee not wanting caretaker to see all the scars and pushing them away but they're too weak to clean themself on their own so they eventually have to give in.

Caretaker softly lathering whumpee's hair and massaging their head like they used to before whumper took whumpee away.

Stoic caretakers gently cleaning up a shy whumpee, promising again and again that they really don't care about their looks.

Whumpee taking a bath alone for the first time after being free from whumper and feeling so happy that whumper isn't there to violate their privacy.

Hurt (SFW)

Whumpee too afraid to take a bath because they don't want to look at their scarred body, since whumper made sure that they remember the story behind each scar.

Whumpee finding a safe haven in the bathroom because they know whumper's not going to come in their as long as they don't take too long, but every little movement outside gives them anxiety and they are afraid that whumper might come in.

The blood and dirt turning the clear water colorful as whumpee dips into it.

Whumpee vigorously scrubbing their body so they can stop feeling whumper's touch on their skin.

The water being too hot or too cold, not even giving whumpee the comfort they desire.

Whumpee having to earn the basic right to shower, use soap, etc.

Whumper keeping whumpee's head underwater over and over again because they're not cleaning themselves well enough.

Whumpee trying to drown themself in the water to escape whumper (bonus points if it doesn't work and their private bathing privilege gets taken away)

Hurt (NSFW)

Intimate whumper making whumpee give them a bath, saying things like "you like seeing that, don't you?"

Intimate whumper giving whumpee a bath, touching them in all the places they shouldn't, especially if it's after violating them.

Creepy whumper pressing in all the the bruises and wounds (bonus points if whumpee's not allowed to make a sound)

Unhinged whumper giving whumpee a very soothing bath, except for the fact that they mercilessly tortured them like half an hour ago.

Whump Prompts: Degradation Starters

Let's get some good, old fashioned degradation lines!

This list is a collaboration with @wormwriting! Aren't they just wonderful??

Just look at you. Trembling. Panting. It's gorgeous.

Aww, why are you flinching? Are you scared?

Hmm? What was that? Speak up, darling.

You scream when I tell you to scream.

Ask nicely.

They "loved you"? Really. You? Did you really believe that? I mean, just look at you.

You think they're coming back for you? Cute.

Look at you. Pathetic.

You're almost pretty when you're crying. It's quite an improvement. I bet you'd be gorgeous screaming, though.

Stay STILL! Now there's a good love. I was worried you couldn't manage even such a simple task.

Oh, just look at that. You were just made to kneel, weren't you?

Threats don't have quite the same 'zing' when your voice is trembling so much.

Aw, can't walk? Don't worry. I'll carry you.

Oh come on, you can do better than that.

I'm sorry, you "think" that's a bad idea? Honey I don't need you to "think".

Oh you're sooooo flinchy today. It's like you've never seen a knife before.

Ah ah ah- I didn't ask you to speak.

I'm sorry, I really can't help it. You're just so adorable.

You're "sorry"? Maybe if you weren't so useless, you'd spend less time begging for forgiveness.

You never appreciated air this much, did you? Now say thank you.

You keep asking me to stop. Has that ever worked for you before?

There's no shame in asking for help.

Do you think you can feed yourself this time? Or am I gonna have to take charge again?

You used to have so much fight in you. Now look what you've become.

It's almost like you want to be nothing more than my pretty little thing.

No? But you're so cute when you're begging.

How could you save anyone? You can't even save yourself.

Don't look so frustrated. You never stood a chance.

Caretaker is lying in an unmarked grave because of you, and here you are feeling sorry for yourself.

I can't believe I payed money for you. They should have paid me.

Careful, darling. You're starting to become more trouble than you're worth.

Better put that down. You could hurt yourself.

Aww, is someone feeling dizzy?

Oh, I'm sorry, was that sentence too complex? I'll be sure to use small words from now on.

Don't give me that look, this is your own fault.

I know I didn't just hear you say "stop". I taught you better than that.

Okay, I'm gonna put the knife down now, and you're gonna stay quiet. You think you can manage that?

Don't hold back. I want to hear all your cute little noises.

You look so perfect on your knees.

That's it, get comfortable. You're not going anywhere.

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As always, please tag me and/or @wormwriting if you use any of these prompts, we want to see the whumpy scenes that come from this ;)

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Guessing the number of followers is giving so much vibe of Whumper making his Whumpee count during the torture like XD "Come on, guess. Maybe you'll be right this time" "...8...842...?" "Noope. Time for consolation prize!" "NOO! NOT THE CONSOLATION PRIZE" *gives him a squishy pic* "Oh.... That consolation prize..."

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Okay you done inspired me. I know this isn't about followers, but I started thinking 'what about forced to guess how many lashes they've had?'.

Sooooooooo, here. Have a scene that no one asked for:

Counting

(tw: beating/belting, sadistic whumper, degradation)

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Whumpee’s knees ground against the carpet, the rough fibers clawing into the place where what calluses they had worked up had rubbed free again. But that pain was negligible compared to the burning strikes across their back.

“Guess again.”

Whumpee grit their teeth. They’d long since given up trying to keep the tears from falling. Their eyes burned with the salty wetness. They dripped freely from their cheekbones to the floor, sparkling all the way down until they splashed against the rough carpet.

They tried again. “F…forty……six?”

Whumper laughed loudly that time. “Not even close!”

A pitiful cry squirmed up their throat as the belt came down again, slashing across the other marks.

It burned. Oh god, how it burned.

Whumpee’s legs were shaking, threatening to give out again. They forced themself to stay up on their hands and knees. If they slipped again, Whumper would only beat them until they were back in place. ‘Where they should be.’ They were only grateful that Whumper had allowed them to fall onto their hands as well - they usually were forced to remain upright.

But they’d never had this many lashes before either.

At least, they didn’t think they had. They had lost count.

Which was the whole point of this fucked up game.

It couldn’t be more than forty…right?

They tried again, voice quivering. “T-thiry s-ahk!-s-even?”

They should come up with some kind of strategy. Start counting high and count backwards until they hit the right number. But what if they were wrong? What if it was higher than expected and they never reached it? What if they guessed far too high, and had double the lashes?

Whumper chuckled - then lighting struck again, hot, slick leather ripping into them again.

Whumpee screamed, elbows buckling.

They forced themself back up.

And tried again.

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List of symptoms

I hate having whump fantasies that involve some vague fever that doesn’t have consistent symptoms to make it feel real. Here’s a handy list to flesh out the nature of your whumpee’s illness.

Let’s go:

Dizziness/faintness

Congestion

Sneezing

Coughing

Headache

Muscle aches

Joint aches

Cramping

Exhaustion/lethargy

Shivering

Wheezing/trouble breathing

Sore throat (trouble speaking and swallowing)

Sweating (leads to dehydration)

Flushed and/or pale skin

Delirium (delusions, nightmares, lack of filter, inability to regulate emotions, hallucinations, incoherent speech, confusion)

Nausea/vomiting

Abdominal pain (burning, stabbing, soreness)

Chest pain (burning, stabbing, soreness, tightness)

Pain/pressure behind the eyes

Feeling too hot or too cold

Weakness

Blurred vision

Weight loss (loss of appetite)

Rapid heartbeat

Abnormal breathing (rapid, shallow, panting)

Sensory sensitivity (light, sound, touch, smell, taste)

Tell me more……

Forceful caretakers & defiant whumpees

A prompt from my hidden injuries post got me thinking about this dynamic ✨ (using FC for forceful caretaker)

Content: Forceful/bad caretaker, forced medical treatment, defiant whumpee, restraints, gags, caretaker turned whumper, manhandling, forced stripping (nonsexual), humiliation my beloved

A whumpee for whom mysterious injuries are a chronic problem—a regular occurrence—they keep dodging their friends questions, they start hiding their injuries, albeit poorly sometimes, until one day they come in so incredibly injured, with blood seeping through their clothes and dark bruises on their skin, poorly hidden beneath a layer of concealer that does little to mask the deep patches of dark purple and red.  

Eventually, FC is fed up. They’re all just trying to help and whumpee doesn’t even appreciate it. They keep brushing them off. How insulting. How ungrateful. 

One day FC finally snaps and they shove whumpee back against the wall, making them wince and gasp sharply with the pain of the movement.

FC pins them there with a vice grip around their throat— “Oh, you’re fine, are you? Then what the hell was that, hm?”” 

“N-nothing I—“ FC jabs a finger into the side of their ribcage, and whumpee hisses in pain, their eyes squeeze shut tightly— they’re shaking between wincing, panted breaths. 

They can’t hide their reactions any better than they can hide the limp in their step, the way they wince and grab their side when they think no ones looking. But now FC has proved it in front of the whole group, and whumpee is not getting away that easily. 

Another forced exposure: Whumpee wincing at something one too many times— maybe someone just lightly bumps into them— and their pained reaction has FC grabbing their wrist and hauling them off like—“Thats it I knew it, I fucking knew it. WHAT have I told you. Get in the car NOW.” 

And whumpee is pulling back against their grip, “I’m sorry im sorry! Just please don’t—“ — “Shut. Up. Now get in. We’re going to the fucking hospital.” 

Czytaj dalej

Stockholm Syndrome Prompts

All those little whumpees who slowly forget why they're fighting. Gradually learning to love their whumper.

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"You know I have to punish you for this, right? I'm sorry. I don't want to. I hate to see you cry...but it's the only way you'll learn."

Whumpee slowly gaining privileges the better they behave. It's easier if they just obey.

Nightmares. Whumpee dreaming of Whumper hurting them. They scream and thrash, waking up to Whumper holding them close. "Shh...it's okay. It was just a dream. I'm not going to hurt you..." Whumpee almost believes it.

Whumpee looks tense, so Whumper gives them a massage.

Whumpee's favorite foods. Always.

"Why are you still thinking about them? All you need is me."

Soft kisses and gentle touch.

"You are so amazing. No one ever appreciated you, did they? They didn't stop long enough to really look."

Constant bondage. Whumpee needs to rely on Whumper for every single thing. Every bite of food. Sip of water. Bathing. Everything they need only comes from Whumper's hands.

"What would you do without me? Really. Go back to them? Back to a life of stress an expectations? Isn't this better?"

New clothes. New hair. New everything. Whumpee starts to forget who they are.

"I told you you'd warm up to me."

That first time that Whumpee leans into Whumper's touch. Probably after a punishment. They're so tired. And Whumper is so warm and kind. They just...drift...

"Isn't this better?"

Whumper only un-gags Whumpee if they 'use their nice words'. Once Whumpee tries to snap at them, beg for Whumper to let them go, or say anything that suggests they don't want to be there, Whumper shoves the gag back in so they can 'think it over and try again later'.

"Can...can you stay with me? Just a little longer." "Of course, darling."

Whumper hand-feeding Whumpee. The intimacy and the trust they have to partake in if they want to eat.

"Tell me you love me. Say it."

Whumper who brands their Whumpee. Whumpee knows they'll never be the same again - they'll always be marked.

"There we go. Isn't 'please' so much nicer to say than 'no'?"

When they stop hesitating to say it.

"No...no please." "Shh...this will help you sleep. I won't leave you, I promise."

Whumper pulling Whumpee close, holding them tight as they try to struggle away. Gently petting their hair and humming until Whumpee's thrashing slows to a stop. They give into the embrace, sobbing into Whumper's shoulder.

"You don't need to think. I'll do that for you. You just rest."

Whumper breaks Whumpee's legs so Whumpee has to rely on them for everything. Thought of escape seem impossible.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice? You can't lie to me. I know everything about you."

Whumpee vaguely remembers that they used to fight. They used to kick and scream and spit. They just can't remember why.

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Whump Prompts: Possible Trauma Triggers

I can confidently say this is heavily inspired by my own trauma dksjdksj anyway enjoy.

Content: PTSD/trauma.

Smells/sounds/sights that remind them of that environment, the person who hurt them, etc. Maybe Caretaker wears Whumper's cologne, for example, or their voice somehow resembles Whumper's when in certain situations.

Alcohol. This can be a huge trigger for whumpees who's whumpers were alcoholics or just generally speaking worse/only violent when under the influence. They might hide when Caretaker drinks or do things to make sure they stay on Caretaker's good side until they're sober.

If they were the bloodbag of a vampire, the sight of their own blood could become a trigger. They might be scared that their whumper might smell it or they might just not wanna have their blood taken from them again.

Loud sounds. Alarms, shouting, banging on walls/doors.

Gifts. Whumpee might believe that they now owe the gifter, or they might hate opening wrapped presents because they have no idea what's inside. This could lead to tears, reassuring the gifter that they don't need to do all this to make Whumpee do what they want, they can be good, this isn't necessary.

Physical touch. Touching them without warning, hugs feeling like traps, not being able to escape until the other person says so. So they go stiff or immediately try to escape, hellbent on not falling for it again. They might even hurt Caretaker in the process.

Large crowds.

If they went through torture, things like water (waterboarding, drowning, etc.), sharp objects (cutting, surgeries, etc.) and the such could also be triggers for them.

The dark. Maybe they were kidnapped after dark or their whumper is nocturnal, but this makes for some good angst.

Stuff being close to their neck. They might have problems with collars, chokers, etc. because they were made to wear one during their captivity.

Whump dialogue #55

"Please, I'm really sorry," Whumpee droned, staring at the floor. "I won't do it again."

Whumper hummed and nodded. "And now the honest version?"

Whumpee glared up, making direct eye contact, "Fuck you and everything you stand for."

Whumper grinned and pulled out a whip.

"See, I like it so much better when you're honest."