Pet Whump Bingo Took Over, So Here You Go

could you do some begging whump dialogue, please

Hiya! I'd LOVE to.

I wasn’t sure on what format you want this in, so I'm going to do a scene. I 100% expect this to run away with me, so I apologize in advance for that lol.

[Edit: Yup it absolutely go out of hand lol. I hope you enjoy regardless!]

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Learning to Beg

[tw: whipping, strangulation, blood loss]

The whip cracked hard against Whumpee's stomach. The skin split that time. They groaned, sagging against the chains that twisted their wrists high above their head. Somehow, it hurt even worse on their front. Whumper had turned them a few minutes prior, saying their back was sufficiently welted and cut. Flipped them like a fucking pancake and started working on the other side.

"Still not going to say it?" Whumper mused, coiling the whip and stepping up to Whumpee's shivering form. "I'm really not asking for much, here."

Whumpee dragged their eyes from the floor, glaring at Whumper. "I'm not begging. I'm not your fucking dog."

Whumper's eyes narrowed, curious. They gently tipped up Whumpee's chin with the coiled whip. "You sure about that?"

Whumpee managed a small, annoyed sigh even with their ribs burning in protest. "It's not going to happen. I'd die before begging you for anything, psycho."

Whumper gave a small smile. "Well considering the fact that you're still talking, I think you can take quite a bit more before you're at the breaking point. But..." They stepped away, considering.

Whumpee saw a spark light up in their eyes. That was…unsettling.

Whumper turned away, smiling. "If you're so sure you won't break, I believe you. No point in fussing with it anymore."

Whumper tossed the whip into the corner. It skittered and unraveled as it came to a rest against the wall. It left tiny streaks of blood across the ground wherever it touched. Whumpee stared at it. "Wha-what do you mean?"

Whumper headed for the door, "Just what I said. No more whip. You're clearly not going to beg for me, so I'll go work on someone who will."

Whumpee's eyes widened. Caretaker.

But they were practically still bleeding from yesterday...Whumper wouldn't.

Whumper stepped out of the room.

They would.

Whumpee pulled against the chains. Their ripped and swollen skin screamed in response, but they kept twisting and wrihting, trying to get a hand free.

Whumper returned moments later, dragging Caretaker by one arm. They could barely keep up, stumbling and dizzy from blood loss. Whumper hadn't even bothered to restrain them. Caretaker's eyes met theirs, frantic and wide for just a moment before they blinked it away. They gave Whumpee a small, reassuring smile, but their eyes couldn't quite match it.

"What are you doing? You'll kill them!" Whumpee jolted against the chains, but they still wouldn't budge. Of course they wouldn't.

Whumper grinned, pulling Caretaker in front of them to face Whumpee. "Quite possibly. They're much closer to the breaking point than you are."

Whumpee's hands itched to reach out and touch Caretaker. They were so close. Whumpee could probably kick them if they tried, but that's not exactly reassuring or helpful.

"It's okay, Whumpee. It's cool. Don't worry about me." They stood tall as soon as they found their balance, but their voice was shaking. Caretaker was always the strong one. They were never afraid. This was wrong. So so very wrong.

Whumper wriggled one arm behind Caretaker's elbows, pinning their arms back with little resistance. They grimaced as Whumper's other hand slithered up to their throat. Caretaker scoffed, "Geez, ever heard of personal space?"

Whumper ignored them, looking to Whumpee. "So, what's it gonna be?"

Whumpee pulled again against the chains, their eyes burning a hole through Whumper. "Don't you dare. Don't you dare hurt them."

Whumper smirked. Careker's eyes went wide as the hand squeezed around their neck.

"No!" Whumpee tried to control their breathing. Tried to not look panicked. "Don't. Leave them out of this! You've done enough!"

Whumper laughed in response. Caretaker started to writhe. Their face was turning red already. "Apparently I haven't." They squeezed tighter, and Caretaker started to panic. They struggled and twisted, but Whumper held them still with little effort.

Whumpee stared, desperate to move, to help, to do anything. All they could do was pull against their bruised wrists more.

"Oh, now this is fun," Whumper chuckled. "Again, I'm not asking for much. I just want you to beg a little."

Whumpee's head spun as Caretaker choked and hissed. Their eyes were starting to lose focus. So fast. Way too fast. Caretaker wasn't in any state to handle this shit.

"Okay! Fine!"Whumpee sputtered. "Please! Please jut let them go."

Whumper smiled at that. “Hmm…” Their hand didn't move. "I don't think that's good enough."

"Wh-what!?" Caretaker's struggling was starting to slow, their jerks were turning into lethargic writhing. Whumpee growled, "What do you mean not good enough!"

"Well, you refused to beg me to stop hurting you before, so I think now you should beg me to hurt you instead of them. I think that would even the scores, don't you?"

"Fuck you."

Whumper smiled in response, their fingers not loosening even a little as Caretaker sagged against them. Whumpee panicked. "Come on, let go. They're passing out, you're going to fucking kill them if you don't let go!"

Whumper clicked their tongue. "Those aren't the words I wanted to hear," they chastised.

Caretaker's eyes went dark as they stumbled down, held up only by Whumper's grip. Whumper was really willing to let Caretaker die. Inches in front of them.

"Okay fine! Please, let them go. Hurt me instead. Whip me. Make me scream - whatever you want. Just let them go, I'm begging you!"

Whumper smirked. "Good timing, I could feel their pulse slipping." Caretaker crumpled to the ground as Whumper stepped back.

They weren't moving.

Fuck they weren't breathing. Whumpee stopped breathing too.

Whumpee looked frantically between Caretaker's crumpled form and Whumper, who was also staring at Caretaker.

Whumper raised their eyebrows at Caretaker, expectant.

Nothing. They checked their watch. Whumpee jerked against the chains uselessly.

Whumper gave Caretaker a swift kick.

Caretaker gasped to life as the boot collided with their spine.

"Ah. There we go."

Whumper stepped over them, heading toward the discarded whip. Caretaker rolled onto their stomach, coughing and sputtering, gasping for air.

Whumpee took in a deep, shaky breath. They were okay. It was fine. Everything was fine. For now.

Whumpee chanced a whisper. They could hardly breathe. "You good?"

Caretaker coughed again and rolled onto their back. "Yeah. Peachy." their voice was horse. Barely functional. More a whisper than anything.

"I'm so sorry."

Caretaker tried to clear their throat, choking on the sound. They managed an amused smile, their eyes still unfocused. "Don't be. You know I'm into the choking thing."

Whumpee couldn't bring themselves to laugh when Caretaker was panting on the ground.

Whumper returned with the whip, gripping Caretaker by the arm and dragging them over to the other side of the room. Caretaker didn't even try to fight, they just sagged against the wall, coughing, as Whumper sauntered up to Whumpee.

They reverently draped the whip over Whumpee's neck like they were presenting them with a medal. The cold, wet blood ticked against their bare skin. "Well done. That was very nice." Whumper tipped their chin up with a finger. "Now you're going to beg me to hurt you. Then when you can't take anymore, you're going to beg me to stop."

Whumpee glared at them. "I already fucking begged, we're done."

Whumper smiled. "Have it your way, but if you pass out without begging, I'm going to turn the whip onto Caretaker instead until you wake back up." They glanced at Caretaker who was barely sitting up straight in the corner. "Hopefully you snap out of it before they lose any more blood - I won't stop if they pass out."

Whumpee sputtered. "But I already...but you said-"

"What I said is that I wanted you to beg. And that's what you're going to do."

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(tags: @whumpawink, @prisonerwhump, @mabledonut)

Trope Talks: Forced Affection

Tw: intimate whumpers

Whumpers who force their whumpees to play along with their convoluted games of obsessive love. Whumpees who hate that they find it easier to act like they love their whumpers.

Whumpees who who kiss back. Whumpees who lean into whumper’s hand when their hair is stroked. Whumpees who return an embrace from their whumper because they’d rather have twisted comfort than none at all. Whumpees who picture their lover touching them instead of whumper, because otherwise the unwanted intimacy is unbearable.

Maybe they hate it, maybe they shove down the urge to fight every time they’re touched. Every time whumper whispers another sweet, possessive thing in their ear. It’s better than being hurt, so they force themself to endure. Maybe one day they do fight, and they’re punished so horribly for their defiance that they go back to silently upholding the facade of love. Or maybe they decide that the pain is better than the sickly sweet imitation of kindness. They‘ll take a dozen lashes, a hundred cuts, before they’ll accept whumper’s touches without fight.

Maybe whumpee can’t help but enjoy it. Whumper is despicable and they know it, but when they’re picked up bridal style and held to whumper’s chest, they’re too touch starved to care. They melt into every touch, silently pleading for affection because they’re so desperate to be loved that they can’t be bothered to be picky. Whumper’s twisted praise is a relief to them, they want to please whumper if it means being loved. They’ll be hurt either way, at least this way they can be comforted after the fact— even if by the same person who did the damage.

❀ whumpee x caretaker tropes where whumpee and caretaker are enemies ༊*· ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ ˘͈

tw: force feeding, mention of vomit

✘ caretaker has whumpee locked in a room (or chained down to a bed) so that whumpee can’t escape, except that — instead of whumpee’s completely being a prisoner — caretaker’s having to hold whumpee captive is genuinely for whumpee’s own safety, too.

✘ whumpee constantly expects caretaker to hurt them.

✘ whumpee may be injured, but they’re not submissive. they always hiss and snarl at caretaker like a caged animal; clearly scared and terrified, yes, but they refuse to surrender.

✘ whumpee tries to attack caretaker, but with them being hurt, caretaker can easily overpower them by placing a firm hand on the back of whumpee’s neck and holding them down to the bed, keeping them still. (keep in mind that caretaker is not hurting whumpee, they’re in fact keeping whumpee from hurting them and themself in the process.)

✘ feeding time is a nightmare when whumpee constantly tries to literally bite caretaker’s hand.

✘ whumpee thrashes around when caretaker holds their jaw open with one hand, feeding them with the other, forcing the food down their throat.

✘ neither whumpee nor caretaker is having a good time.

✘ whumpee always challenges caretaker to kill them and just get it over with. but even though whumpee tries to hide it, caretaker can still see genuine fear in whumpee’s eyes.

✘ caretaker isn’t going to “comfort” whumpee (they’re enemies, duhhh), but caretaker does tell whumpee that they’re not going to hurt them. that whumpee doesn’t believe caretaker is… none of caretaker’s problem.

✘ whumpee gets sick and throws up on their bed / on the floor (the choice is yours), they are less embarrassed than they are surprised by how gentle caretaker is being, as caretaker helps clean them up.

✘ or how mindful caretaker is when they’re changing whumpee’s bandages.

✘ caretaker gives whumpee a bath and when whumpee reflexively tries to cover their wounds and their scars even if they know caretaker has already seen them all (because they don’t want caretaker to see what they consider a sign of weakness), caretaker says, “you don’t have to feel like you have to hide your injuries from me. I’m not them. I’m not going to take advantage of your wounded stage. I’m not going to hurt you.” — “what do you want then?” whumpee asks. — “I just want to take care of you and make sure you’re okay,” caretaker replies, firmly but softly with no hint of mockery in their voice.

✘ caretaker hears whumpee cry at night. though whumpee stops and pretends to be asleep when they hear the door open.

✘ caretaker knows whumpee is awake, but caretaker chooses not to say anything.

✘ or, one night, whumpee is awake but pretends to be asleep. this time, however, caretaker doesn’t know whumpee is actually awake when they walk over to whumpee’s bed to adjust the blanket properly around whumpee’s shoulders. whumpee keeps still and continues pretending to be asleep. they only open their eyes when they’re certain caretaker has already left the room, but they don’t push the blanket away, for some reason.

Teaching subs to beg is unbelievably hot. The embarrassment, the stuttering, the way they can barely finish a sentence at first. The way their voice gets all soft and desperate. How it starts with them protesting that they can’t until you push them to the point of desperation, until all they can do is whimper please and your name and whatever you tell them to say. How cute and sweet and pliable they are like that.

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.

Whump Tropes: Falling

Whumper catching Whumpee as they trip, tugging them close to themselves as Whumpee tries to squirm away.

Whumper tipping back a chair (which Whumpee is tied to) until it falls backwards. Whumpee’s stomach flips as they fall uncontrollably.

“Do you want me to drop you? No? Then Stop. Struggling.”

Whumpee stumbling, cracking their head against a wall.

Whumpee’s ankle snapping under them as they run. Crumbling to the ground, trying not to scream.

Whumpee reeling back after being punched in the face. Their legs not able to keep up as they stumble and fall backwards.

Whumper holding Whumpee by the collar, tipping them just over the edge of a cliff or tall building. Whumpee knows if they don’t cooperate (or if they struggle), they won’t survive the fall.

“It’s only a fifteen foot drop. Go on. I want to see if your ankles break. If you don’t jump, I’ll just break them myself.”

Whumpee dreaming about falling and falling. Screaming and screaming. The blackness sucking them deeper.

Whumpee tripping as they sprint, frantically trying to get away. How they sprawl forward, the ground ripping into their skin as they roll to a stop.

Whumper dropping Whumpee onto the floor when they squirm too much to carry anymore.

A trembling whumpee skittering backwards, trying to back away from Whumper until they trip over the rug (or whatever) and flail pathetically to the ground before scrambling back.

A Whumpee gasping and clawing at their throat as Whumper chokes them out against the wall. Whumper drops them once they’ve suffered enough, and Whumpee crumbles to the floor, gasping and chocking on air.

Whumpee bound and suspended in mid air suddenly plummeting to the hard ground when Whumper slashes the anchoring rope.

Whumper giving Whumpee a shove at the top of the steps, wanting to see just how many bruises they will get from one flight of stairs. Or more.

A Whumpee trying their best to hop away with their legs tied together. Honestly more funny than whumpy when they teeeeeeter to the side and splat to the ground. At least, Whumper sure thinks it’s quality comedy.

Whumper dumping Whumpee into the bathtub. Whumpee trying not to gasp in shock as they fall, knowing from experience they will have a lung-full of water.

Whumpee gasping, suddenly falling sideways after Whumper swept their feet out from under them.

A trope I adore: not only a drugged Whumpee, but the act of drugging Whumpee.

Pinning Whumpee’s arm to the ground or a table, keeping them still enough to push the needle into their arm

Causing a sharp, sudden pain that makes Whumpee cry out, their mouth opened just long enough to shove a pill inside—then holding a hand over Whumpee’s nose and mouth until they swallow or suffocate

Forcing Whumpee to drink something they know is laced (or don’t)

Waving a strong chemical beneath an unconscious or exhausted Whumpee’s nose, and watching the effects hit their system almost immediately

Making Whumpee finish a suspiciously chalky meal

Restraining Whumpee and hooking them up to a constant drip of fluids meant to keep them docile. Bonus: Whumpee fighting tooth and nail to keep the needle from their arm because they know—once it’s in, there’s no chance to escape

Small things to scare/upset your whumpees

Taking away/ruining their comfort items

Giving them impossible choices.

Overworking them.

Behave erratically. Become unpredictable. Be calm and rational about things that should upset you and lose your shit over minor things until they can't tell what's coming next.

Making up rules that contradict each other.

Denying them food and water.

Touching them when they don't want you to.

Threatening to give them away/sell them.

Scare them while they're holding something to see if it breaks.

Tearing up/getting rid of what little possessions they have.

Threatening them with something really drastic (make sure not to do this too regularly or they'll eventually catch on!)

Cutting off their airflow and pretending to walk away.

Give vague instructions and watch their dumb little brains try to fill in the dots.

Tell them they're bad. That's all. Cup that adorable little face in your hands and tell them they're doing a bad job and just watch the tears start to pour.

Yell at them to get their attention, just to tell them you love them.

Whump Prompts - Coffee

@wild-selenite-caffine for you <3 Just some fresh-brewed whump prompts to start your morning off right. Enjoy~

Whumper bringing a hot cup of coffee to a shivering Whumpee’s lips. It scalds them instantly, but Whumpee knows they’ll die if they don’t get warm fast.

“What? Did you expect sugar and cream? Get used to disappointment.”

Whumpee is starving, twitching and curled up on the floor. They immediately brighten when Whumper sets a cup of coffee down in front of them. Then their face falls as they realize it’s stale, over-brewed, and cold. They can barely choke it down and all it does is add to the churning acid. 

Whumper throwing scalding coffee on Whumpee. Whumpee writhes and screams, trying to swat it off of them while Whumper calmly pours another cup.

“You don’t need sleep. Here, have another cup.”

Whumper offering Whumpee a sip of coffee. When Whumpee accepts, Whumper takes a sip themself, then presses their lips to Whumpee’s, directing the morsel into their mouth.

Whumpee forced to make coffee for Whumper. Whumper dumps it on them if they aren’t 100% satisfied with the quality.

"More. I want it boiling."

Forcing Whumpee’s hand over the brewing coffee as it drips down - blood eventually mingling with the brew as Whumpee screams.

Grounds ground into open wounds.

Caretaker brining Whumpee a cup of coffee in the morning without really thinking about it, and Whumpee just….staring at it. Someone just offered them something. Not because they had to or because Whumpee earned it. They just…gave them something. To share in a moment with them. Whumpee can’t comprehend it.

“How much of this would you have to drink before your heart gives out? Nevermind - let’s just see.”

Forcing Whumpee to eat coffee grounds. 

Whumper’s hands shaking with the excessive caffeine - it makes the cuts jagged and tearing.

Whumper wrenching Whumpee’s head over their cup of coffee, letting the cascading tears drip into it before throwing Whumpee aside again. Drinking it silently while they watch Whumpee sob on the floor.

(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 @rose-pinkie @whumpberry-cookie @rainbows-and-whumperflies @astralrunic @cursedscribbles)

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forever thinking about recapture

whumpee getting grabbed on their way home and dragged into a car thats hauntingly familiar

whumpee getting chloroformed again while a familiar voice is telling them to relax

or alternatively "did you really think i'd let you run?"

whumpee realising their home has been broken into and finding a threatening message somewhere. even just a found you scribbled on the wall

whumpee attacked while they're fumbling with the key to get inside, then promptly shoved inside the apartment and being tied up in their own bedroom

whumpee approached in a public setting, frozen in fear and unable to alert anyone because they know whumper has the ability to cause a bloodbath and they don't want to get innocent civilians involved

whumpee approached in a public setting and whumper showing them a photo of a tied up caretaker in a room that has served as whumpee's prison for months. "how about a trade?"

whumpee waking up in a familiar cell, having panic attack after panic attack, sobbing and screaming their throat raw because this can't be happening again

whumpee going docile and quiet as soon as they realise what's happening, their conditioning kicking in to protect them

"i'm so glad you still remember me"

"you haven't forgotten your manners, have you?"

"i heard you went to therapy, hm? i hope they haven't stuffed your head full of too many lies"

whumper bringing out their most common torture instrument. "for old times' sake"

caretaker realising that whumpee didn't send them their daily text, the one they agreed on specifically so they'd know whumpee was okay

whumpee not picking up the phone for the third time

whumper picking up whumpee's phone. "oh, thank goodness whumpee, i thought-" "i'm awfully sorry, they're a bit preoccupied at the moment." caretaker can hear whumpee's muffled cries and screams in the background

caretaker arriving home and finding the apartment ransacked and empty

caretaker finding a letter from whumper. "thanks for watching them while i was dealing with the police <3"

caretaker finding a stack of photos of whumpee being subdued in their own apartment