Humiliation Prompts

Whump Tropes: Legs

Legs shaking, refusing to hold still while Whumpee hides. The shaking getting more and more uncontrollable as Whumper’s footsteps click closer.

Whumper trailing their fingers up Whumpee’s thighs while they whisper calm, quiet threats in their ear. Bonus points if they’re pressed up against a wall.

Kneecaps cracking against stone as Whumper forces them to kneel with a firm hand on their shoulder. Or pulling them down, fingers knotted in their hair.

Whumpee hugging their knees to their chest, rocking themselves to sleep on the cold hard ground.

“I love how your muscles twitch when I run the knife behind your knees. Are you ticklish, dalrling? Let’s hope not. You’ll have to stay very still for this.”

Legs giving out when Whumpee stands too fast. Bonus points if Whumper catches them, holding them close as their vision goes black.

Whumper slowly and delicately carving patterns into Whumpee’s thighs as they pant and struggle to hold still.

The warm tickle of blood dripping down the whole length of Whumpee’s leg.

“You have such beautiful legs. So soft and smooth. But…don’t you think that gets a little boring? Let’s give them a little character.”

Wumpee running through a wooded area at top speed only to crumple to the ground as their ankle snaps on the uneaven terrain.

Then, Whumpee trying not to scream as they pull their broken ankle close, trying desperately to manage the pain as they scoot or crawl off the path before Whumper catches up.

I’m a big fan of boots cracking femurs. Especially if Whumper is standing so tall above them, ever so slowly increasing pressure until the crack and scream.

“Your back is still healing, but the whip leaves such lovely patterns. Let’s try your thighs instead.”

Whumper sitting on Whumpee’s legs to keep them down they writhe and squirm.

Whumper removing legs so the Whumpee can’t run anymore. (Amputation is a whole category on its own, I’ll leave it there for this post)

Whumpee’s feet going numb when their ankles are bound too tightly. Trying to wriggle and stomp to get the blood flowing.

Then, the prickling pain when the blood does finally come back.

Whumpee trying to run only to weaken immediately, realizing how much their muscle has deteriorated over months of being stagnant.

Legs bound together.

Legs bound open.

The rope patterns etched into Whumpee’s skin when Whumpee finally removes the binding.

Rug burn ripping up their calves and thighs as Whumpee is dragged away (bonus points if they’d dragged by their hair or one arm).

Whumpee watching as their thighs get smaller and smaller, wondering how much of them can waste away before their heart gives up on life.

“Try to kick me again and those lovely legs of yours will be covered in blood.”

Whumpee embarrassed as they have to clutch on to Whumper to keep from falling when their legs are to exhausted to stand on. How Whumper is suddenly so kind, holding them close and safe as their legs tremble.

Whumper’s blade peeling thin, long strips of skin up from Whumper’s thighs.

Whumpee’s hands shaking around a knife Whumper left plunged in their thigh. Trying to work up the courage to pull it out, not knowing how they will stop the blood or if they should leave it in until Whumepr returns.

Lukewarm water scalding frost bitten legs as Whumpee is forced into the tub. Whumpee screaming as they try to thrash away, splashing more of it across their body.

Legs going numb when Whumper leaves Whumpee tied to a chair for too long.

Warmth spreading down Whunpee’s leg as fear consumes them and their bladder lets go.

Hammers. Kneecaps.

“The Achilles’ tendon is vital for walking. If I were to cut right here- No no, stop fighting me. Squirming won’t get you out of those ropes, you’ll just piss me off more.”

Grit biting into Whunpee’s knees as they try to crawl away.

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)

.

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.

.

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @jadeocean46910 @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @wormwriting @meowsikbox @villainsvictim @throwawaywhumper @wild-selenite-caffine @whumpasaurus101 @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whumpworld @cryptidhongo @warm-my-whumpee-heart)

recovering Whumpee prompts

Whumpee who NEEDS to see everything around them. They will not let anyone, even Caretaker, walk behind them, they sit or stand with their back to a wall if possible. They're always looking behind them, constantly expecting Whumper there, even if it's just subconsciously.

Whumpee who makes themself as small as possible. They know their posture is taking a hit, but they draw in all of their limbs and hunch over in an attempt to be as small as possible. They're most comfortable this way.

Whumpee who has periods of time where they lose speech - partially or totally. During these, if they want or need something, they find it difficult or impossible to ask for it, and god forbid someone ask them about Whumper.

Whumpee who dissociates - their eyes grow unfocused at times and they always look confused or lost. They mindlessly follow Caretaker wherever they go, even when they're completely out of it.

Whumpee who has lost touch with their own self and feelings, and who notices that their breathing and heartbeat are speeding up. They notice their symptoms of having, say, a panic attack, too late to stop the effects.

Whumpee who has to be their own caretaker, whether that means stitching up their own wounds while biting on their wallet, or forcing themself up and out of bed in the morning.

✙𓈒 essafire ❞

a term for when your gender identity is something only you experience; for when your gender is your own and no one else's; for when your identity is so intertwined with your gender that you can't distinguish them from each other.

dividers by @narcbf

Mix n Match Whump Prompts!

Grab one (or more) from each category and see what you can make! Let that imagination run wild!

(If you write one, please tag me so I can see! If you want me to write one, just send an ask with your combination of choice. Have fun!)

Quotes:

1. Thought you could avoid me?

2. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good. Please.

3. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?

4. Get off them!

5. Don’t black out on me, I’m not even close to being done with you.

6. Don’t. Move.

7. Fuck you, psycho. I’m not doing that.

8. I’m giving you ten seconds to fix that attitude.

9. Don’t squirm. No no, hold still. Hold very still.

10. Pull away from me again and you’re going to fucking regret it.

11. Make me, bitch.

12. You really thought they cared about you? Honey, I’m all you’ve got.

13. No! Don’t touch them!

14. Knees. Now.

15. Scream for me.

16. Quiet. Veeeeery quiet. That’s better. You know what will happen to you if someone hears.

17. I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in.

18. Let me just spread the blood across your lips…There. Lovely. Red really is your color.

19. Ask me nicely.

20. Let me go. Please. Please, I don’t tell anyone, just let me go!

Locations:

1. A basement

2. The woods

3. Police Station

4. Whumpee’s bedroom

5. The backyard

6. A dungeon cell

7. Train station

8. Whumper’s bedroom

9. Kitchen

10. On a plane

11. On a sidewalk

12. Inside a car

13. Outside a car

14. An office

15. A dark stairwell

16. Abandoned alleyway

17. Coffee shop back room

18. Living room

19. Cabin in the woods

20. Hotel room

Items:

1. Chains

2. Box cutter

3. Rope

4. Broken glass

5. Hammer

6. Pliers

7. Needle

8. Tweezers

9. Blindfold

10. Alcohol

11. Scalpel

12. Lighter

13. Muzzle

14. Cane

15. Gag

16. Whip

17. Pillow

18. Branding iron

19. Duct tape

20. White-hot metal

flag id: a flag with 7 stripes, which are medium dark indigo, faded blue, light sky blue, white, light yellow, soft orange, and red-pink. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

binatranonbin: identifying as a binary gender in an inherently nonbinary way due to being trans

[pt: binatranonbin: identifying as a binary gender in an inherently nonbinary way due to being trans. end pt]

for anon! the purple and yellow are adjusted from the nonbinary flag and the blue and pink and adjusted from the trans flag. i made the nonbinary and binary trans colors fade into each other to represent the inherent nonbinarity of one's binary gender. the term is 'bina' from 'binary', 'tran' from 'trans', + 'nonbin' from 'nonbinary'!

tags: @radiomogai | dni link

Trope Talks: Manhandling and Touch Starvation

Manhandling is a classic and staple trope of whump, and one that I love. There's so much to expand on and enjoy regarding whumpees being touched and shoved around by whumpers. As for touch starvation, it's excellent for humiliation, projection, intimate whump, and more. Tws for drugging mention, intimate whump throughout, and lots of noncon touching. For the last prompt, tw for noncon kissing, creepiness, and somnophilia.

- A whumper kicking the back of a defiant whumpee's legs hard, forcing them to their knees. Their hands rest on each of whumpee's shoulders, they press their weight firmly on whumpee to keep them from getting back upright. Whumpee struggles weakly, but their blood loss and the pain of the deep cuts over their body make it all too easy for whumper to subdue them. Their cheeks flush with humiliation, and whumper grins condescendingly at them.

- A whumper scooping an exhausted, beaten, maybe drugged whumpee into a bridal carry. Maybe whumpee struggles, insulted and humiliated by the gentleness of their torturer's touch. They thrash and kick against whumper‘s vicelike grip, furious, but whumper just holds them tighter. Maybe whumpee melts into their captor's arms, too touch starved and tired to care who it is touching them. They can’t remember the last time they were touched, let alone held. So they sacrifice their pride, their face reddening ever so slightly as they loop their arms around whumper’s neck and snuggle their face into their chest.

- A whumpee being shoved roughly against a wall, whumper throwing their hands against their captive’s chest and throwing them against the hard concrete. Whumpee lets out a hiss of pain as their body hits the wall, their head exploding in agony where it made contact. Whumper presses an arm over whumpee’s body, pinning them to the wall effortlessly as they place their other hand around whumpee’s throat.

-Whumper grabbing whumpee’s chin to tilt their face up, forcing their captive to make eye contact. Such a subtle show of power, but an obvious message. I’m the one in control. Maybe whumpee is too terrified to move. Maybe they lean into the touch subconsciously, unable to help themself after having been starved of affection for so long. Maybe they jerk their head away, struggling to escape whumper’s grip- but it isn’t as if they can do much with their hands shackled behind their back.

- Whumper isolating a whumpee for days, maybe weeks, to ensure their captive will be touch starved when they’re released. Whumper comes into their cell at long last, carrying a knife, and whumpee slumps against the wall in relief that they at least won’t be alone. Whumper holds their delicate whumpee in their lap, stroking their hair as they drag long cuts down their chest. Whumpee barely even cares about the pain, although it’s sharp and stinging and furious. At least they’re no longer alone. At least they’re being held.

- Whumper presses possessive kisses up whumpee’s neck as they sleep, and whumpee wakes up to whumper‘s lips on theirs. They jerk away, humilated and ashamed, and tears begin to stream down their face. Whumper grabs them by their hair and pulls them closer, tasting whumpee’s tears as they kiss them once again.

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

Whump Tropes: Threats

Everyone loves a good threat, they come in so many flavors.

Whumper silencing Whumpee’s babbling or screaming with a knife to their lips. A small smile when Whumpee flinches.

“If you keep trying to squirm away from me, this is going to hurt a lot more than it needs to.”

Whumper lightly tapping a hammer against Whumpee’s kneecaps.

“Remind me, are you right or left-handed?”

“Tsk tsk, you remember what happened last time you tried that, don’t you?”

Whumper tossing a handful of ‘stalker photos’ of Whumpee’s loved ones at them. Whumpee immediately obeying every command when it’s no longer just their life on the line.

“You always try to run. Well lucky for you, I’m a problem-solver. You need legs to run, right? So, what if I just…”

“Of course you want to be a good pet for me. I know you don’t want to end up like them.”

Whumper gripping Whumpee by the chin, digging in their nails when Whumpee refuses to answer the question.

“I’m going to break one bone every five minutes until you tell me where Caretaker is. Let’s start with your fingers. Count for me, would you?”

Whumper finally pulling away from a bleeding, exhausted Whumpee. Whumpee takes a small breath of relief until they see Whumper turn the knife on Caretaker instead.

Similarly, “Oh, you thought I was going to use this on you? No no, I want you to watch them scream today. You know what you have to do to make it stop.”

“Open your eyes! No - watch. I swear, I will cut off your fucking eyelids if I have to, but you are going to WATCH.”

Whumper gently dragging the tip of a knife along Whumpee’s thigh the moment they talk back to Whumper, giving them a moment to correct that pesky attitude of theirs.

“I’m going to give you ten seconds to stop struggling. Ten. Nine. Seven. Four…”

“Scream for me. That wasn’t nearly good enough. You don’t want me to get bored, do you?”

Nothing like a good old-fashioned knife to the throat. How the Whumpee immediately stills, trying not to breathe as the blade bites into their skin.

“Trust me, daring. You don’t want to see me angry.”

“If you don’t eat this, I will force it down your throat one bite at a time. I have all day.”

Whumper quickly re-asserting dominance by pulling Whumpee’s head back by a fistful of hair.

Would you feel like doing some drowning prompts?

@void-fireworks, oh, I'd love to.

Also, HOW did you know I was just trying to think of a topic for a prompt list? Are you psychic? Should I be afraid?

Anywho, here's some things! Enjoy!!

.

Whump Prompts: Drowning

Whumper’s fingers twisting far too tight into Whumpee’s hair, ripping some loose as Whumpee thrashes under the water.

“Theeeeere you go. Cough it all up. Very good. Okay, now take a deep breath for me. Deeper. There.”

The slow-motion thrashing. Panic building as Whumper has to fight against the water.

“I thought you’d make it at least a full minute. How disappointing. How about we try again?”

Water burning like fire in Whumpee’s sinuses. Pushing against the backs of their eyes. Like frostbite and fire in their lungs.

Whumpee’s eyes wide and frantic under the water. But is it pure water? Or salt? Is there soap? How baldly does it burn their eyes? Tears streaming down their face for hours after, trying to flush out the dry, burning pain.

“Why do you look so scared, pet? It’s just a bath. You don't think I'd hurt you, do you?"

A classic - a whumpee who has been desperately swimming again. They come to a stop, treading water, panting, looking frantically around them. The moment they start to relax, a hand/jaws/rope/whatever clamps down on their ankle, dragging them under before they have the chance to scream.

Darkness. Just darkness seeping in. Is it from the water? Or are their eyes washing over?

Each breath aching and burning after Whumpee coughed up all the water. It feels like there’s still more. There’s always more.

Whumper helpfully patting Whumpee’s back, helping them cough it all up before shoving them under again.

“Are you really going to die like that? In two inches of water. That would be really pathetic of you, don’t you think?”

Drowning in a lake. Whumpee’s fingers clutching at the muck and green, slimy plants, desperately trying to push away, but falling back into the slippery rocks time after time as their vision fades into dark.

Whumpee thrashing against hands at their neck, having no idea how is holding them down. Their face is distorted and blurred by the warped and rushing water between them.

Unconventional drowning, but can we get a shoutout for water-boarding? Thanks.

Whumpee trapped in the brig of a sinking ship. Clawing at the wood and iron bars, screaming for help as everyone scrambled out in a frenzy, not caring to let them out.

“N-no please. I - I can’t. I. I can’t. I can’t br-breathe. Please. No - nnn-NO!”

Whumper shoving Whumpee back under the water without giving them the time to take a full, gasping breath.

Drowning in the ocean. Each wave crashing fresh over their face, giving them just enough air to stay conscious. But how long can they hold on before it’s too much?

That last, desperate gasp of air before they are forced under the water without warning.

Whumper just holding Whumpee tight as they drag them down down down - confident that Whumpee’s panic will ensure they run out of air first.

"Go on, just breathe it in. There's no need to fight me. You're just delaying the inevitable."

Whumpee tied down as the water slowly rises around them. Jerking against their restraints until blood from their wrists dances through the rushing water.

A recovering Whumpee panicking whenever they get too close to a river or when Caretaker tries to draw them a bath.

"Aww, are you getting hungry? I thought so. I'll give you one bite for every minute you can stay under. How about that?"

Also, uh, here's some drowning scenes I wrote before? Feel free to pull whatever you want from those as well!! 1, 2, 3 that last one is awful but i guess you can look at it if you want.

.

(If you use any of these, please do tag me because I'm a sucker and just want to read the whump and if you hand-deliver whump to me, I will weep with joy.)

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @wormwriting @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar @suspicious-whumping-egg )