You're Lucky I Love You

You're Lucky I Love You

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(tw: yandere/creepy/intimate whumper, failed escape attempt, gun, stress position, strangulation (hanging), belting)

You're Lucky I Love You

The paperclip slipped and spun between Whumpee's numb, sweaty fingers. They'd been working too long. Their vision was blurring. Tears had long streamed down their face, dried, then tracked down again as they twisted and poked the paper clip in and out of the padlock, scraping at pins.

They had no idea how much tension to put on the barrel. They had only seen this in cheap spy-movies. They never thought they'd actually get it.

But they had.

They had tinkered with the padlock that kept their ankle chained to the bedpost night after night...until tonight - when it sprang open.

Whumpee had become almost dizzy with exhaustion, no longer caring to think as their fingers raked the small piece of metal against the pins. They'd almost screamed in surprise when it clicked open.

They'd spent several minutes, staring at the glinting metal in the dark before gently brushing their fingertips against it.

It really had opened.

They pulled it off the chain and moved to the window. Where another padlock kept the pane locked against the wooden frame.

Whumpee had taken a deep breath and started again.

They were exhausted. Sweat slicked their hands and forehead. They had to stop several times to wipe their fingertips dry on their shirt. Whatever pins they'd managed to place fell back out of line, and they had to start fresh. Then again, Whumpee had no idea if they'd even put the pins in place at all. They were so out of their depth here.

Their legs trembled and ached as they stood for hours, poking at the lock. They froze as a floorboard creaked under them. Adrenaline shot down their veins, lighting every nerve and shaking them from their sleepy haze.

It was just one creak. Quiet.

It...it would be fine.

Whumpee's muscles twitched from the cold and exhaustion. Their body begged for sleep, but they wouldn't give in. What would they do? Crawl back on the bed and snap the padlock back on? Undoing a full night's work just to try again tomorrow?

Whumpee didn't have a scrap of sanity left, certainly not enough to do this again. So they picked at the lock, occasionally rattling it in frustration, jerking against the metal latch. It had to unlock. It just had to. Even if it took all night. They were leaving tonight. They'd come too far to turn back now.

Whumpee gasped as the unmistakable "click" of a lock bounced through the room. They blinked their eyes into focus, grinning at the padlock.

They'd done it. They'd really done it.

"You know that's a five meter drop, right?"

Whumper's voice was soft, but it permeated every inch the dark room, thickening the air and creeping up their skin.

Whumpee froze, hands perfectly still on the makeshift tools.

"What? Thought you could just jump? Then what? Run on a broken ankle or something?"

Whumpee's fingers slid up to the padlock, trembling. They tugged down.

It didn't move. It was still locked.

Of course they hadn't gotten it. That sound had just been Whumper unlocking their door.

Whumpee stared out the dark window. Tears filled their eyes again as they gazed up at the stars that peppered the sky in clusters of shining light. They let out a shaky exhale, squeezing their eyes shut.

Footsteps crept closer behind them until Whumper's breath brushed against the back of Whumpee's neck. Their skin tingled at its touch.

Whumpee winced as something pressed at the back of their skull.

"You really fucked up this time," Whumper murmured.

The metal pushed against their skull as a metallic 'click' vibrated through the room. Whumpee whined as it pressed them forward, their cheek shoved hard against the icy glass.

Whumpee's panting breaths fogged the window. They watched as the dark outline of trees and stars disappeared behind the creeping mist. They trembled, clutching the cool wood of the windowpane. Terror dripped through their bloodstream, locking up like wet concrete, refusing to let them even twitch, let alone squirm away.

Whumper's voice was so soft, barely brushing against their ear. "I wonder sometimes if you’re really worth the effort."

Whumpee twitched as Whumper's fingers threaded through their hair, softly petting it in soft, slow strokes.

Whumpee's lip quivered, trying to find an excuse. Anything, really.

"W...whumper, I-"

"Shh...Don't talk." Whumper pressed a warm, soft kiss under their ear. They didn't pull away, murmuring against Whumpee's neck. "Just...let me think."

Whumpee's stomach lurched. Their legs twitched, desperate to run, kick, fight, anything. Instead they stood perfectly still. Trembling, but still.

Their mind raced in the silence. Whumper didn't move. They just...held them. Breathing softly. Whumpee was sure they could feel Whumpee's heart beating frantically against their ribcage.

After an eternity of silence, broken only by Whumpee's shaky breaths, Whumper finally sighed.

"I think you're going to have to stay in my room from now on. I know we said you'd work up to it, but...I clearly can't trust you here." They leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Whumpee's jaw before pulling back.

Whumpee didn't move, counting one, two, three, four seconds of silence before the barrel of the gun finally slid up and away from their skull. "You're lucky I love you so much."

They heard it click again. A rustle of fabric as Whumper pocketed it.

A shaky breath squirmed out of Whumpee's lungs. Their shoulders sagged in relief, burning as the tension drained ever so slightly. Whumper gripped their arm, turning them.

Whumpee flinched away as Whumper's hands cupped their face, but they could only retreat so far before the cold window pressed against their shoulder blades.

Whumper's forehead pressed against theirs. Whumpee screwed their eyes shut. They tried to tuck their chin down, but Whumper's fingers guided their jaw back up, locking them in the moment.

Whumper let out a long, shaky breath.

"I'm very mad at you," they murmured, not quite a whisper. "Do you know that?"

Whumpee forced air in and out of their lungs, thick as it was. They almost gagged on it - Whumper's breath becoming their own.

"Y-yes," they whispered.

Fingers tightened on their jaw. "Yes what?"

"S-sir. Y...yes, Sir."

Whumpee's hands trembled, hovering in mid-air between them. Desperate for balance, but too afraid to touch Whumper right now.

"Good pet." Whumper's fingers eased up again, thumbs idly brushing their cheek instead. They pulled back, searching Whumpee's face. Whumper blurred in their vision until Whumpee blinked the tears away.

"Stay here." Whumper pulled back. "I'll be right back."

They stepped away.

In a moment, Whumpee was alone again in their room. The door was wide open. Whumper hadn't even bothered to close it. Weren't they afraid Whumpee would run?

They would run. Of course they would.

Except...they didn't. Their shoulders never left the frozen window. They stared through the darkness at the door. At the light spilling in from the hallway. At the one chance they had to leave.

And they didn't move.

Whumper was back in less than a minute, both hands full: A rope in their right. A belt in their left.

The air left Whumpee's lungs as they stared at the swinging leather.

Whumper flicked on the light. Whumpee blinked hard against the blinding white that filled the room. Their eyes were raw and sore, throbbing already from crying. They scrubbed tears away with their palms, but that only make the ache worse, sending jolts of electric color across their vision.

Whumper tossed the belt unceremoniously onto the bed before turning back to Whumpee. "Come here."

Whumpee froze, staring at the rope in their hands. What were they going to -

"I said come here."

Whumpee bit their lip.

"P-please Whumper. I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"Don't make me say it again." Their fingers tightened around the rope. Their voice was soft, but their knuckles were white.

Whumpee sucked in a breath. They forced themselves to take a trembling step forward. Then another. They looked up.

Whumper raised an eyebrow. Not close enough.

They took one more step - until they were almost flush against Whumper's chest.

They stared at the buttons on Whumper's shirt. Just one, really. A dull, white plastic, swirling with varied translucency.

Whumper tipped their chin up with a finger, pressing harder until Whumpee reluctantly ripped their eyes from the button, forcing them to Whumper's face.

Their expression was...completely unreadable.

"You realize I have to punish you, right?"

Whumpee bit their lip. Hard. They sucked in a shaky breath and nodded slowly.

"Say it."

Whumpee closed their eyes, but Whumper pushed their chin up harder until they flittered open again. "I...d-deserve to be punished."

Whumper sighed, releasing them.

Whumpee did their best not to flinch away as the rope slithered around their neck. Whumper tied a quick, strong knot, then spun it around so it pressed against their spine.

"Get on your knees."

Still trembling, Whumpee obeyed. They couldn't think of anything else to do. The soft carpet ground against their skin. Scars on their legs tingled from when that carpet had burned them before.

"You're really lucky I love you so much," Whumper muttered to themselves as they looped the rope up, around the base of the ceiling fan.

"Sit up a little straighter." Whumpee squealed as the roped puled up at their throat. They clawed at it, working their fingers between the fiber and flesh. They pushed themselves as tall as they could without getting off their knees. It still pressed in at their windpipe. Their pulse hammered against their knuckles as they squirmed against the rope.

Whumper stepped back, glancing over Whumpee's trembling form.

"Comfy?"

Whumpee met their eyes, pleadingly silently. Not daring to put it into words.

"Good."

Whumper stepped over to the bed, picking up the belt. Whumpee's heartbeat throbbed along every inch of their skin, shivering, desperately trying to slow their frantic, erratic breaths. Their thighs were already trembling, trying to hold themselves up.

Whumper stepped up to them, folding the belt in half over their palm. “Ready?”

“Whu-mper. Please-”

Their mouth snapped shut as Whumper raised a hand. The slap rang in their ears as fire bloomed across their cheek. Whumpee sobbed as the rope cut against their throat, forcing them to stay upright, spinning, hanging on it.

“A ‘yes sir’ will do.”

Whumpee gasped, tugging at the rope. Tears smeared against their knuckles as they pried it away from their windpipe again. They shuffled their knees back under them, legs somehow shaking more violently now. They forced themselves up.

They could hardly form the words as their lungs sucked in shallow, punching breaths. “Y-es. Si-sir.”

Whumper stepped behind them.

"Count for me."

Whumpee screamed as the first 'crack' rang through the room.

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1 year ago

I wanna write a fic where the whumpee is physically stronger then the whumper- so do you have any advice/ideas on ways a whumper can keep the whumpee under their control/bound besides sheer force? — 🐌

Hello snail anon! 🌼 Garden greetings to you friend and I’m pleased to try and help you with this situation. 

Without any faffing, let’s get to the content. 

(TW: gaslighting, implied abuse, manipulation, restraint, implied medical whump, drugging, threatening, dehumanization, shock collars, degradation/humiliation, implied intimate Whumper (only in brief reference, no elaboration or heavy focus), psychopathic Whumper, implied torture, heavy reconditioning/mental reconditioning)

When it comes to working with out of balance physical dynamics, the best route I can offer you personally, is mental challenges. 

This means that whatever you can have Whumper do, to mentally destroy Whumpee's, the better. I will do my best to break things down into possible categories and give examples as I go along of what I might do in this kind of scenario. (Teehee, I work with really strong and really frail character pairings as is, so this is right up my alley.)

When it comes to someone that can obviously take Whumper down at a battle of strength, I find it a necessary in my writing to balance it with wit; this doesn’t always mean what you think it means though. Sometimes sitting and taking a punishment is a smart, power move, that can buy them time to do something more grand. 

Especially if Whumper is unhinged and a bit of a loose/unpredictable cannon. If Whumpee is strong but also smart enough to know when they can act and when they can’t, this alone can be an easy enough reason for Whumpee to be taking a certain kind of punishment. Keep that in mind if you please, I use it occasionally to press more focus on a smart, cunning and more detached Whumpee. 

If the Whumpee is in fear, it’s not as easy to pull this off, unless they are suited to do so given the story. Fear makes humans and brains in general, messy and unsure. People get sloppy and a few others can become very precise. It’s all up to what you’re doing with the individuals in the situation. 

Try to take each instance and think: If I was Character A-Whumpee, in this situation, what would their reaction be to this tactic? Go with your gut because in an intense, high-adrenaline situation, there is a large amount for human error. If they aren't human? Fear is a wildly versatile emotion to play with. If Whumpee is afraid, judgement can be clouded enough to react poorly and off beat. Or on the other hand, act recklessly and make Whumper increase their intensity to keep them under wraps.

It all depends on how strong you want your Whumpee to be in this situation they've met with Whumper. It also depends on how cunning your Whumper is, how much they truly want to keep Whumpee under wraps and how much they can work with physically and mentally.

Play around with several situations and use an easy failsafe, like tranquilizer darts or a cell that's electrified. That way if you feel like Whumpee would have a different reaction to what Whumper is deciding to try; there's always something keeping Whumpee captive there.

Don't be afraid to simply knock them out and tie them up. No matter how Whumpee got there, when Whumper starts doing what they do best, it's always going to be great.

-Humiliation

+Force feeding

Starvation alone can make a strong Whumpee, used to getting lots of healthy protein, collapse in exhaustion when exerting themselves. Lock them in a room and starve them. Then Whumper can come in and offer a tasty totally-not-drugged meal that if they refuse, they can stuff down their throat anyways. Maybe it’s spoon feeding, maybe Whumpee’s pride is too strong and it’s a hand around their throat and food crushed on their lips.

+Shock Collars

If Whumper has the time or direct contact moment to be able to latch one of these bad boys on Whumpee’s neck; do it. If they go to take it off? Crank it up to 10 and give them a warning zap. They’ll learn quickly and this can be a great center for control as it’s incredibly uncomfortable and tends to be a wireless control. They don’t need restrained if they can’t make it off the ground after a few painful shocks. 

+Forced to restrain Themselves

Make them tie themselves up if they don’t want hurt. Give them handcuffs, make them immobilize themselves with fear and do the dirty work for Whumper. Whumpee might try to keep from harming themselves and Whumper can add a little 'help' tightening knots or tension on knots. If they don't want mean old Whumper doing it for them, they can save some of the brute force and do it themselves.

+Public entrapment

Bind them to a fence, a pillar, put them in the stocks. Pass them around to the group to torment, leave them in the basement of a gang HQ. Throw them into a pit with monsters. Strap them to a chair and leave them in the rain. Keep Whumpee at the power of strangers, poor weather or sudden danger. Then have Whumper save them or take them back to a 'safer' space for contrast. Whumpee will be begging to not be put in the barn, in the middle of a snowstorm in no time. No matter how strong they are.

-Threatening

+Family/Friend Threats

If Whumper knows anyone related or in Whumpee’s friend circle, this alone could be a big enough selling point to keep them under thumb. Giving hints and small details about them that they shouldn’t know. Telling Whumpee their address, phone numbers or where they work. Anything that sells the fact that they could actually pose a threat to them. If Whumper is the type, have them get more physical and bring back locks of hair or tears of clothing, pieces of body parts. Make them think that it belongs to that person but it's a faked decoy. If Whumpee isn't allowed to be able to confirm it's not someone they know, Whumper can do a lot of trickery with enough information.

+Lover Threats

Similar to Family/Friend threats, any kind of significant information on their significant other is going to be a pinpointed devastation. Bringing them back a piece of their hair, a piece of clothing or a special item. Even coming back smelling like them, could be enough of a context clue to make Whumpee mind their manners and obey whatever it is Whumper wants of them. 

If Whumper knows their partner, imitating them or treating Whumpee similar, could be a damaging part to how Whumpee views them and complies. This could be as simple as mimicking gestures, imitating phrases, pet names or speech patterns. But it can form a connection to Whumper that Whumpee doesn't realize is there. Perhaps when they lash out at Whumper, they hold themselves back because of this. It is also a surefire way to establish an intimate Whumper and have grounds to terrorize Whumpee all the same. If Whumpee ever returns to that person, the chances of them being trusted become very low.

+Physical Harm Threats

Threatening them with pain and bodily damage can be an effective way of keeping someone within grasp or in Whumper’s isolation. If Whumper has shown signs of aggression before, or is more of a loose canon personality; Whumpee could be put into enough fear to be made compliant. Especially the more that they believe Whumper will be good on their threats. Sometimes simply threatening to do something awful will get into their psyche enough to prevent them from attempting to escape. 

+Descriptions of Harm

If they are told enough that they'll be hurt, chances are they'll start believing it. Have Whumper talk gratuitously about harming them, what they 'might' or 'would' do to them, can pain enough of a picture that Whumpee might think twice. Describe what kind of torment the last Whumpee suffered, plot intentions not even Whumper plans on carrying out. Whumpee doesn't have to know they're not serious and won't go through with the gratuitous gore they'd promised to turn them into.

+Attachment Items

If they have an item they're fond of; a necklace, a teddy bear, a comfort item, use it. Take it, hold it hostage and threaten them with it. The last family photo they've hidden under their pillow? The necklace that's an heirloom or last puzzle piece to their memories about their past life? The life before Whumper, their connection to the outside world through a single item. Keep it hostage and use it as bait. Whumpee might submit easier if they know Whumper isn't kidding. Damage the item in small amounts if applicable, threaten them with the intent.

+Information Leaking

Threaten Whumpee with their own humiliation. Publish photos of their battered bodies, print news articles about their missing persons reports. Send emails, video tapes, locks of hair or clothing items to their lovers or families. Hack into displays and livestream them for the whole city to witness.

Another way to do this can be leaking information to Whumpee that Whumper knows where their families/lovers/friends live. Clueing them in that Whumper has been tracking them for a long time and knows where they work, who they know and how to find them. This kind of threat could be enough to make a Whumpee compliant despite any kind of size difference. The more details Whumper knows about things in Whumpee's life, the people Whumpee knows, the more it will set the tone for intention and premeditation. - See more with Family/Friend Threats.

-Degradation

+Mental/Verbal

Call Whumpee names. While it may seem childish, even if it annoys Whumpee at first, it will eventually grate on them enough psychologically that they are affected. Especially if that’s all Whumper calls Whumpee and they aren’t associated with their own name anymore. Distance them from humanity as much as Whumper feels the need to do so. The less personalized they are, the more it will force other senses of detachment. It can bleed into Whumpee and work to help Whumper program them back to their lizard/survival brain.

Gaslight them, play good cop bad cop. Switch up Whumper as much as you please because the more hot/cold, the more wild card personality Whumper displays; the better. Don't let Whumpee predict them if they pose a threat to combatting Whumper. Feel out Whumpee's personality and question their memory in the present situation. Could Whumper pretend like nothing happened? Could Whumper tell them they were saving them from something else? Tell Whumpee that they're over reacting and they shouldn't be scared. Threaten their natural responses and question every move they make, if Whumper is able to do so. This will root uncertainty in Whumpee and eventually lead to room for more mind games.

+Mind Games

Drive Whumpee crazy with information. Have Whumper give them a whole fake persona, intimate backstory, connect with them on a deeper level. If Whumper is inclined, create a desperate or even intimate relationship with them. It sets up the betrayal of punishment that much easier, when Whumpee starts to try to empathize or can relate to Whumper. Even if it's entirely fake. Instill a false sense of security while Whumper has Whumpee. This is even easier if Whumpee has no idea how they got with Whumper in the first place.

Make Whumper treat Whumpee differently every day. This works especially well if they are stuck in one room or area/enclosure. If every time they come through the door, Whumpee doesn't know how they're going to act, this can drive a sense of instability into Whumpee. It can scatter their decision making and make it harder for them to properly handle or react to situations Whumper presents them with.

Insist that they're always lying and punish them for it. No matter what they say, it's a lie and they're getting punished. If Whumpee becomes afraid to speak or answer, Whumper can start to order them to speak and get information that way. They can also use this to teach Whumpee what Whumper wants to hear for certain responses or buzzwords. It will also make them distrustful of themselves, eventually believing that they're lying or always going to be considered a liar. This would make telling people about their situation or needing to escape, very unlikely after enough teachings.

+Forced to beg for needs (bathroom, food, water after long periods of entrapment.)

If it’s a tactic Whumper would go for, make Whumpee’s every movement dependent on them. When they eat, when they sleep, what they do. Put them in a closet, a suitcase, a locker or safe. Strap them to a bed, tie them to a chair. Whatever keeps them hostage and just let time make them submit to Whumper. They’ll have to need something, soon enough and if that need is great enough, they might cave and be compliant for Whumper. Even if it’s just long enough to eat poisoned food or drink a little tea laced with a little paralyzer. 

+Kept physically disgusting (dirty, bloody, left in excrements.)

This is along the lines of locking them in a room as well as forcing them to beg for needs. However, depending on how injured they are, infection is a real danger to a Whumpee kept in a filthy surroundings. Have Whumper leave the blood on them, leave them in the same small enclosure for as long as they like. Keep them away from hygiene, let wounds fester, give them newspapers as a bathroom in the corner of a cage. This can drive sanity down and make Whumpee emotionally fragile enough to negotiate. 

+Injured and submitting out of survival. 

Injuring Whumpee with a ‘timer’ injury, where Whumpee could perish if untreated, is a great way to earn the submission from a larger Whumpee. Put them in so much pain they can’t breathe, think they’re going to collapse. Give them an ultimatum; they submit to Whumper or they meet their doom. This can scare a Whumpee of any size, to comply with whatever will save them. 

-Physical (Etc. Restraint)

+Drugging

A needle to the neck, or a dart, or being forced to take pills. Any way of subduing Whumpee without having to restrain them is ideal with large Whumpee’s and size dynamics. Crushing pills into a spoon and force feeding them, knocking them out and giving them a shot. Anything that could paralyze or induce a sense of strength imbalance is optimal. The kind that when they go to smack Whumper away, they barely land weak little fists at their shoulder. 

+Surrounded by harm

Suspending them over acid, water, a pit or sudden death is effective. Trapping them in a room of monsters. Trapping them in a room with nothing but themselves. Surrounding them by danger is a good way to keep a Whumpee at bay without Whumper having to really be involved. What if what’s outside the house, is worse than what's inside the house? Whumper’s torment doesn’t seem so bad if there’s a bigger threat outside. Or if Whumpee is at least made to believe there is. 

+Self-imposing bondage (Stress ties)

By tying Whumpee up in such a way, their natural relaxation hurts them elsewhere, it’s an effective way to restrain someone capable of breaking their binds. If they loosen that position at all, it perhaps tugs on their neck or cranes their arms back in a painful bend to the extreme. If they stand off the balls of their feet but when they rest, it wrenches their limbs out of socket, it’s an impressive leveling ground. Making their restriction based on posture or holding a pose can fatigue a Whumpee enough that they no longer pose a threat at any given mass or size. This is an effective stamina drain.

+Injuring tendons* 

Injuring tendons in the back of the legs is a *permanent way of keeping a larger Whumpee submissive. Although it’s entirely irreversible, it’s entirely binding and will ensure that they’re unable to run or escape without gratuitous effort in doing so. This is a method I encourage if it’s a last resort and you can afford your Whumpee to be disabled from that point on.

+Magnets/Implants

Surgically implanted magnets or fixtures on the bone itself, while it would take a long time to heal it could also prove to be a quick and thorough method of restraint in the future. Bed frames, cell doors, metal crates, even magnetizing to themselves for tie-free restraints. This could also be in the form of handcuffs, wrist bands, ankle cuffs and collars. Waist cages/belts, garters, chastity devices and more can all be made in such way they're magnetized and lock to each other. If the setting is futuristic enough, make it so Whumper has a remote that can cause the polarity to change and stick and unstick at the press of a button. If the floor is metal, think of the possibilities. : )

Essentially, I think the best route for working with a Whumpee that poses a threat to being managed by Whumper, it's going to include a lot of psychological manipulation and actual restraint. Medicines, poisons, darts that paralyze them; Whumper will need to get a little creative.

At least until they're able to get another form of control in position to take over. Be it chains, restraints or charms, seals and spells. There are many many ways to keep someone down, already down.

Don't overthink it and don't worry if you think something is 'too cliche' or 'overused' or maybe even just 'too simple'. Sometimes, working smarter is the easier option for both the story line and what Whumper would realistically need to do in their circumstances of intent.

Some sleepy time tea that paralyzes them while they're fevered and sick. Or starving them until they're too weak to fight and being nursed back to health.

The simple solutions are often the most fun and engaging to read and it can keep more story progression going while unsticking some of the harder moments. My favorite trope is just a good old spiked beverage or laced gruel and shock collars always give me whumperflies.

I hoped this gives you a little help snail-anon and I wish you the best in your creative journey~ Please come back and see me again sometime, send some asks, tell me how you're doing if you'd like.

Thank you so much for the ask, to all the readers who see this and lots and lots of love from this fruit-filled, colorful garden we've all created here.

xoxo,

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1 year ago

“Relax…” in Whump

“Relax…” Whumper croons into the softness of Whumpee's hair, holding them close against their chest as they struggle. Their body bucks, limbs fail; All of that writhing weakened by the drugs coursing through their system and reduced to pathetic wriggling and mewling. Whumper catches one of their hands easily by the wrist, pulling it up to their lips. “Just let it happen…” They murmur between gentle kisses.

“Relax…” Caretaker's deft hands knead at the stiff muscles in Whumpee’s shoulders, bunched up and pulled taut like a cord. They make sure to avoid the fresh stitches along their back, the bruises standing out starkly against their skin. They do it for themself as much as for Whumpee. They don't like to think about what they had to go through at the hands of that monster... all alone... when it had been their job to protect them. Caretaker takes in a deep, shuddering breath, forcing themself to push those thoughts away. There is no fixing the past. “You’re safe now— Safe for forever, Whumpee. You can relax now. They can’t get you…” Caretaker leans forward to look earnestly into their eyes. “Not anymore.”

“Relax…” Whumpee whispers breathlessly, frantic huffs of air echoing off the barrel of the gun, mere inches from their face. Whumper's gaze is dark and intense as if they're just waiting for Whumpee to slip up... to say the wrong thing. They keep their hands raised in the air, trembling faintly. "Relax, I-I won't run, okay? Seriously, I swear I won't."

"Relax..." That achingly familiar voice sends chills riveting up Whumper's spine. Leather straps hold them firmly in place as they thrash with renewed vigor... They can't see Whumpee... but they can certainly feel them lurking somewhere behind the chair in those thick, churning shadows. Whumper can feel the hatred. Years of festering resentment spilling out across the floor, all too consuming and just as suffocating as the dust and mildew. "Isn't that what you used to say to me... 'Relax and enjoy the show'...?"

Super versatile word. Also first post guys, what? huh? cuhrazy. Probably going to post an introduction post sometime soon but hello everyone -Fox


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1 year ago

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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(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @jadeocean46910 @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @lav-whumps @wormwriting)


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4 months ago

Binary + Nonbinary bigender flags

Binary + Nonbinary Bigender Flags
Binary + Nonbinary Bigender Flags

Bigender man + enby | Bigender woman + enby

Can be used as alt bigender flags for people with only one binary gender or as specific flags while using a different flag for general bigender


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1 year ago

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.


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4 months ago

Aplatonic (apl for short) flags part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This set uses yellow, there's another set that uses green+blue+purple for apl instead.) (Due to the image limit, this is split into 4 posts.)

I noticed some a-spec flags were missing tertiary counterparts, so I made some. Some of these flags have already been made before, so they're not all original (I still wanted to have all the flags together in a set, and all in the same res).

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Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses

greyplatonic | demiplatonic | aegoplatonic

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Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses

non sam apl (1) | non sam apl (2) | neu apl

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Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses

aplvoid | aplflux | aplspike (1)

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Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses

aplspike (2) | apljump | dark greyplatonic

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Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses

light greyplatonic | atomoplatonic | delloplatonic

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Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses

fictoplatonic | cupioplatonic | bellusplatonic

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Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses

reciproplatonic | lithoplatonic (1) | lithoplatonic (2)

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Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses

frayplatonic (1) | frayplatonic (2) | apothiplatonic

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Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses
Aplatonic (apl For Short) Flags Part 1 :3 ⭐️ (This Set Uses Yellow, There's Another Set That Uses

orchidplatonic | myrplatonic | aplflexible

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I'll also note that some of these terms can have multiple names, with the "platonic", "aplatonic", & "apl" part being interchangeable. This isn't applicable to every term though. I also chose not to list everything to try to keep it brief. So for example, greyplatonic can also be called greyaplatonic and greyapl.

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[A-spec flag sets masterpost]


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1 year ago

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!!

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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.

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(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 )


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1 year ago

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.


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1 year ago

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.


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