101 Kinky/spicy Prompts

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."

Altrenic flags

The term altrenic refers to the feeling or belief that one exists in an alternate universe or parallel reality, separate from the “usual” reality. This sensation may be influenced by factors such as kinning, alternate realities in fiction, or a sense of detachment from the present reality.

Coined by me but if it’s a recoin do tell.

Anyone can use this term or coin -altrenic terms

Coined with alterhuman beings in mind

Evenic: A term for when someone is on the boundary of two existing identities. Users may feel as though they partly or entirely fall under both, or they may not identify as either one individually.

An example of this identity could be someone who feels as though they are in-between being a butch lesbian and a mlw trans man, and may feel identification with both labels at the same time. This term was coined as an alternative to cusper, which is a label that can be uncomfortable for some due to controversy, and usage in reactionary circles.

Important to note that, unlike cusper, this term does not exclusively describe a boundary between gnc cis and trans, it can be described as someone whose identity is on the boundary of any two identities, usually ones that do not typically go together (though not always.)

I want them shoved so far into the whumpee headspace that when they make a mistake, they need to hurt to make it better.

“’msorry I’m sorry I’m sorry— I-I’ll make it better. Please let me make it better. Hurt me—I deserve it.”

this is so fucked but—

a whumpee that’s just kept perpetually beaten stupid

whumper just thinks they look so cute when they’re all dizzy and melty and blank

maybe they’re concussed again, or they lost too much blood, or they’ve just been backhanded a few too many times that day. maybe whumper keeps them sleep deprived and overworked, underfed and on the brink of collapse

and if their little pet starts to think too much—says anything beyond a few slurred words and those pretty sounds— starts looking like they’re having thoughts—

whumper can just slap them around a bit until their eyes glaze over and they’re disoriented and staggering again.

“it’s alright pet, you look better on the floor anyway.”

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

June of Doom day 15

 “please” (blindfold/pressure point/scream)

Content warning: branding

“Say my name, and I’ll let you go.”

“I told you dammit, I don't–augh!” Another brand was pressed into Whumper’s skin, burning another scar into their flesh.

Whumper struggled against their bindings, trying fruitlessly to slip from the ropes binding them to the chair or remove the blindfold from their eyes. Their exposed flesh was governed in angry, bright burns, the marks of hot metal having been pressed into their skin. Their skin was damp with sweat.

“That’s not a good answer. Try again.”

“Shit–” Whumper swore, shaking. “W-whumpee? Are you Whumpee, is that why you’re doing this?!”

The iron was pressed against Whumper’s cheek, sizzling against the tears that had begun dripping down their face. Whumper screamed.

“Please!” Whumper’s words came out as a sob. They flailed in their seat, trying desperately to escape the agony. They gave a pained gasp when it was finally removed, ducking their head and letting out a pitiful whine. 

Caretaker carefully returned the iron to the fireplace, keeping a close eye on Whumper’s shaking form. Whumper didn’t know who they were. Not their name, their face, their voice, or even that they existed. They had no way of knowing. 

Caretaker smiled. “Wrong. Try again,”

SLIMY ONE-LINERS FOR THE SEXY SCUMBAG

These are just some lines I compiled that I think would be hella sexy and helpful for those who love writing for that oh-so lovable bastard you’re thinking about. Use them however you wish, but with great power comes great responsibility~ I’ll probably add as I go.

tw: dark-fic implications, smutty stuff.

- “Oo, you wanna kiss me so bad,” VS “And so what if I do?”

- “Such a lewd mouth on such a sweet face.”

- “Eyes on me.”

- “I’ll have so much fun breaking you.”

- “Are you trying to make me jealous?”

- “You’re playing a dangerous game here.”

- “You did this to me, so take responsibility.”

- “Why don’t you use that mouth for something more useful?”

- “You say no, but your body is screaming yes.”

- “Beg me for mercy then.”

- “You like that, huh? “ vs “Yeah I know y’do.”

- “Wet pussy never lies.”

- “You’re no angel. Don’t lie to yourself.”

- “This is mine, you understand?”

- “My room. Now.”

- “Well? It ain’t gonna suck itself.”

- “Less talking, more fucking/sucking.”

- “Fuck yeah… where’d you learn that from?”

- “Such a filthy mouth on you!”

- “Atta-girl!” / “Atta-boy!”

- “What’s that? Can’t hear you over your pathetic babbling!”

- “Shut up and kiss me.”

- “Brats cry the loudest.”

- “Ah yes… this collar suits you much more than a wedding ring.”

- “Ass. Up.”

- “Y’wanna be my dirty little secret?”

- “I don’t mind helping you get him off your mind… if y’get me off.”

- “You’ll forget all about him when I’m pounding my way into your heart.”

- “Don’t make me laugh, that fucker wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire.”

- “You still want some shrimp dicked fuckboy, or do you want a real man?”

- “I can do right by you — so right.”

- “Admit it, you’re head over heels for me. And I’m obsessed with you too.”

- “I don’t care if anyone’s looking, they can watch! You’re mine!”

- “Play with fire, and you’ll get burned.”

- “Aw,” “D’awh,” “Hmm?” and “Oh?” Condescendingly.

- “Take it, bitch!”

- “Needy slut.”

- “You fuck like a whore!”

- “Sing more for me, baby” but it’s just moaning.

- “I’ll take my time with you.”

- “Y’love me? Prove. It.”

- “Show me how sorry you are.”

- “I’m mean to keep you keen.”

- “Don’t play coy with me.”

- “Playing hard to get? I love it.”

- “Nice dress — it’d look better on the floor.”

- “You dress like that and expect me not to want you?”

- “I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.”

- “If you keep touching me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next.”

- “I’ll fuck the pain away.”

- “Everyone in this room wants to be me right now.”

- “The next person to eye-fuck you is gonna regret it.”

- “Show ‘em how much you love your daddy.”

- “Who owns this pussy?” While giving it a harsh slap.

- “Have you no shame?~”

- “If y’keep undressing me like that, I’ll catch a cold.”

- “Open your mouth,” before spitting into it.

- “Scream louder.”

- “Keep talkin’, I’ll spank you right here and now.”

- “If you hate it so much, then why are you moaning so loud?”

- “Watch how I pleasure myself… then you’ll get a turn.”

- “Stop covering up my hard work,” when seeing bruises, bite marks, handprints.

- “Long hair is easier to pull, doll.”

- “You’re practically begging me to fuck you.”

- “Saddle up then, baby.” / “Giddy up.”

- “Ride me like you love me.”

- “Bite down on this, noisy thing.”

- “Think I didn’t catch you starin’?”

- “I’ll make you a star, baby. Let’s make a movie.”

- “Smile for the camera, slut.”

- “Take your clothes off… but the heels stay on.”

- “You like my attention, don’t you?”

- “Quit talkin’ about your boyfriend. He isn’t the one making you feel good right now.”

- “Turn around and walk out that door while you have the chance, because you aren’t gettin’ away from me.”

- “Shh, shh… just a little more, you can take it.”

- “Crybabies like you are just the cutest. I can’t help myself.”

- “Fuck me now or lose me forever.”

- “Controlling?! I’ll show you controlling!”

- “Behave, pet.”

- “Forget the damn dress, I’ll buy you another.”

- “Got a lotta feelings for you… but I’m not telling you which ones.”

- “Oh don’t look so hurt. You knew I was no good for you, baby.”

- “No seats? Bummer…. My lap is feelin’ empty though.”

- “You’re a smart girl, don’t make me spell how how bad I’ve been wanting you.”

Bonus: “hey there sugar tits”

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..."

~ 🍪🍪

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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Whump Tropes: Gasping

(Tw: choking, drowning, death, knives, abuse)

Whumpee gripping uselessly at fingers around their throat, clawing as they choke and gasp for air. Their world slowly turning sideways and fading to black.

Caretaker cradling a coughing, gasping Whumpee as blood fills their lungs. Just watching them turn blue and not able to do anything to stop it. They just whisper over and over: “You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be fine.” Neither one of them believes it.

A Whumpee yanked out of the water by their hair, choking on the air, clawing at the side of the tub. Desperate to get in more than a few lungfuls this time before they are thrust under again.

Whumpee taking in sharp spikes of air, no longer able to stay silent and stoic as the whip cracks down over and over again on mutilated flesh.

Whumper relishing the little gasps, squeals, and shivers that the lightest touches create. Trailing their fingers anywhere they can reach and occasionally digging into freshly healing wounds to hear Whumpee’s sweet little sounds.

Whumpee gritting their teeth as they clean and stitch up their own wound. Clumsy, shaking fingers digging into sensitive skin, but at least Whumper is gone and they can make as much noise as they want. Air hisses through clenched teeth as they dab at the wound, wondering if they really have the stomach to stitch it themselves.

Caretaker too shocked to suppress a gasp when Whumpee disrobes. For the first time, they see just how many scars and bruises are sunken into Whumpee’s flesh.

A terrified Whumpee’s little gasp as they feel the cold sharpness of a knife pressed against their throat. They try not to squirm around it as Whumper grins at their adorable response.

(Tag list: @prisonerwhump, @whumpawink)