Teaching Subs To Beg Is Unbelievably Hot. The Embarrassment, The Stuttering, The Way They Can Barely

you know what I love?

a fucking maintenance beating.

whumpee didn’t do anything wrong, at least, not that they can remember. but tracing back in their memories is hard when they’re constantly getting kicked into the ground.

but this isn’t a punishment. they’ve been perfectly behaved, as a matter of fact.

no, this beating isn’t corrective. it’s preventative.

whumper just does it to keep them in line.

"Mmmph- mmph!"

Whumper grinned up at Whumpee from their spot in between Whumpee's legs. Gentle fingers fiddled mindlessly with the buckle of their captive's belt, threatening to undo it at any moment.

"What's wrong, sweet thing?" they teased. "Don't wanna show yourself? Even to your dear old master?"

There were some more muffled screams from behind the gag; desperate and frightened. The terror in their eyes was something else, Whumper nearly couldn't get enough of it.

Finally, they decided they were finished teasing and unbuckled Whumpee's belt, easily pulling it out from around their waist. Afterwards came the knife down the center of their shirt, exposing their stomach and chest whether their captive liked it or not.

"You really are perfect, Whumpee," they whispered as they let their head come to rest on Whumpee's lap. Despite not having any eyes on them now, they could feel them fighting against the restraints holding them against the chair. "You have the sweetest tummy... perfect as a makeshift pillow - and what about these gorgeous thighs? So soft and warm!"

To emphasise their point, they buried their face in between Whumpee's bare legs and began to run their hands up and down the poor thing's trembling thighs, licking and nipping at the skin there. They were perfect. Everything Whumper had ever wanted.

Now, they just had to make Whumpee theirs for good.

whumper pretending to be mad just to see whumpee squirming and groveling and apologizing within a second because they don’t know what they did wrong but fuck they’re so so sorry and they’ll do anything to make it better—

“sir please—please let me make it up to you—I promise I’ll be better I swear—just please—”

It's nice when a whumpee is fighting against being restrained, and upon failing to escape just lets out this guttural scream as they writhe in their binds. Maybe they start sobbing in the middle of it, or maybe the scream slowly dies down when someone sedates the whumpee

Hear Me Out #2: Guns

Comfort (SFW)

Whumpee acting very submissive just to get close enough to grab whumper's gun and shoot them.

Or maybe whumpee throws/slides it to caretaker and there is a slowed down whumper nearly catching the gun moment.

Caretaker and whumpee's mouth twisting into a relieved smile while the colour drains out of whumper's face.

Hurt (SFW)

Whumper shoving a gun into whumpee's mouth to make them stop talking.

Whumpee threatening whumper with a gun and being very confused as to why whumper isn't afraid until whumper points out that the gun is empty. Fear and panic suddenly overtaking whumpee's face as whumper can't hold their laugh in anymore. (Bonus points if 'caretaker' got them that gun as a test from whumper)

Whumper digging the gun's muzzle into whumpee's temple, promising to shoot them if caretaker takes even a step forward.

"Let's see what works faster whumpee, you strangling me or me shooting you."

Defiant whumpee yelling at whumper until whumper sighs and just takes out a gun.

Maybe they only threaten to shoot caretaker with it.

Or maybe they just shoot caretaker without any warning, and it all happens so fast that whumpee's eyes are just... wide in shock, their mouth agape.

"I told you to shut up, didn't I?"

Caretaker standing in front of whumper, begging them not to shoot whumpee. Whumper only slaps them with the gun, making them fall to the ground. (Bonus points if there's blood leaking out their mouth but they hold whumper's pants and keep begging)

Caretaker with their hands in the air, pretending to surrender to save whumpee. Whumper only smiles, going behind them and using their gun to pull their shirt up, revealing a hidden gun.

Whumper making whumpee shoot caretaker or vice versa.

Whumper placing a gun on the table as they sit down to interrogate a non-restrained whumpee. The gun acting as a silent warning but also making whumpee realise how helpless they are.

Technically whumpee can jump forward and take the gun at any time, but should they really?

Whumper giving whumpee a gun and asking them to shoot themself.

Or whumper giving whumpee a gun and asking them to shoot whumper.

Whumpee's hands trembling because the opportunity seems too good to be true.

Maybe it is too good to be true and when whumpee does shoot, it turns out that there are no bullets. Whumper severely punishing whumpee afterward.

Alternatively, what if it isn't too good to be true and whumpee actually could kill whumper. But whumpee is too afraid to shoot.

Does whumper reveal that the gun had bullets in it? Do they taunt whumpee about it forever?

Or is it kept a secret forever? Leaving whumpee having mixed feelings afterwards.

Whumper trying to shoot whumpee but caretaker jumps in front to save them. Whumpee feeling extremely guilty afterwards.

Or maybe, caretaker trying to shoot whumper but conditioned whumpee jumps in front to save them. Caretaker feeling extremely guilty afterwards.

Hurt (NSFW)

Whumper tracing whumpee's entire naked body with the gun, making goosebumps appear on their skin.

"Do you want me to shoot here? No? What about here?"

Whumpee thinking whumper won't shoot until they actually do.

June of Doom day 15

 “please” (blindfold/pressure point/scream)

Content warning: branding

“Say my name, and I’ll let you go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Caretaker smiled. “Wrong. Try again,”

Whump Prompts: Desperation

Whump prompts masterlist

Content: Implied starvation, begging, captivity, escape, wounds/injuries, betrayal.

Clawing at whatever's closest to them.

Consuming something that they'd otherwise never go near.

Holding onto something or someone so hard that their arms start to tremble.

Screaming for help until their throat is hoarse.

Knowingly injuring themselves or someone else as they attempt to escape.

Accepting deals before knowing what the other person wants from them because what they're promising sounds so good.

Begging someone they don't like for something.

Using whatever is around to patch up a wound, even if they know it'll make things worse in the long run.

Seeking comfort from their captor because they're the only one around.

Offering more than they can give in exchange for something.

Going to unsafe measures to keep themselves or someone else safe.

Betraying someone they care about in exchange for freedom.

Break their ankles

An intrusive whump thought of the day

Content: broken bones, intimate whumper, medical whump, ptsd, brief needle & drug mention.

A whumpee with broken ankles desperately crawling for the door, clawing at it uselessly after whumper has slammed it shut, sobbing and begging to be let go.

Or trying to crawl away from whumper, painfully dragging their limp, broken bones along the floor behind them.

An amused whumper sitting and watching it happen, laughing at whumpee’s pathetic attempts to get away, knowing that whenever they’ve decided their captive has gotten far enough, they can yank them back by the chain around their neck and drag them back over with ease. What’re they gonna do, fight back?

Whumpee being forced to rely on whumper for every little thing despite loathing them with every fiber of their being.

Whumper having to carry them everywhere (bridal style)

Bonus points if it’s an intimate whumper and they scoop them up and coo sweet things into whumpee’s ear all “aw, poor sweet thing, don’t worry, I’ve got you,” While whumpee sobs hopelessly into their captor’s chest, disgusted with the closeness and absolutely horrified and ashamed at how helpless they feel like this.

Or maybe whumpee tries to claw their way out of their captor’s arms, and whumper just drops them, laughing at how useless and pathetic they look when they collapse in a crying heap on the floor, unable to go anywhere without whumper’s help.

More bonus points if the bones don’t heal properly and they can never walk quite right again, or if standing or walking for too long causes sharp pains to shoot up through their ankles and they collapse from the agony.

If they ever get a recovery arc, having to get their ankles rebroken and reset to heal properly— The sensation of their ankles breaking all over again bringing back horribly traumatic flashbacks, feeling like they’re back with whumper again, that they’re being tortured again, until they’re screaming and begging and calling the doctors sir and sobbing desperately to be let go. The medical staff is horrified.

And maybe they’re writhing around and thrashing so much that they have to be restrained and sedated in order for the medical staff to reset their freshly broken bones.

A nurse jamming a needle into their neck and emptying an entire syringe into their bloodstream with an “It’s alright, sweetheart, this is for your own good.”

Whumpee in a full-scale flashback begging through tears when they feel the needle, “please, please no— please sir, please don’t, please don’t do this— I— I’ve been good— please I— I can’t—please-“ until the sedative kicks in and their head lolls to the side.

Feel free to add your own prompts/ thoughts! this trope won’t leave my head rn

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Hidden injuries, my beloved

I posted some of these a while ago in a reblog that I can’t find anymore, but I thought of more so it gets its own post now.  

Content: fainting, blood, injuries (nongraphic), blood loss, scars, hidden injuries, injury reveals

➤ the last one is ~extra nice~

Whumpee insisting throughout the day that they’re fine, they’re fine, they’re fine— until their friends hear a loud crash and find whumpee collapsed on the ground, out cold.

Bonus points if their friends find them with their shirt ridden up, exposing deep wounds, bruises or bloody bandages that cover their limp, unconscious body. 

Whumpee turning their head away and wincing, clutching their side when their friends aren’t watching. 

Moving in a way that rips open barely formed scabs, and suddenly their wounds are gushing blood, through their clothes and down their limbs, and their friends are horrified, crowding around and interrogating them about how the hell they got those injuries.

“oh my god… who did this to you?”

Attending a social event while delirious from injury and blood loss, slurring their words and stumbling slightly every few minutes. Their friends notice something is off right away.

“What’s wrong, are you drunk or something?” — “oh ahahh nono… jusalilt-tired…” Their friends are not convinced.

A forceful caretaker who has to drag it out of them— “Stop. I don’t want to hear your shitty excuses this time. You’re going to tell me who the hell did this. Right. Now.” 

Whumpee hiding their own injuries while caring for an injured friend, insisting they’re fine and that their friend’s state is what matters (mm self sacrifice tropes) 

Being forced to return to work and pretending they’re fine, trying desperately to act like they’re not sustaining multiple horrible injuries—like the skin under their work clothes isn’t covered in deep purple bruises and painful gashes. 

On their feet all day, moving around or bending down, trying so hard to look cheerful and energized, like their ribs aren’t probably fractured and stabbing them with pain at every movement. 

Everything at the bar is going well until the group stands up to leave and someone gasps in horror at the blood that is pooling through the fabric of whumpee’s shirt or already dripping down their skin. 

Whumpee scrambling to try to cover themselves— they hadn’t even noticed the wounds had already bled through the bandages.

Unexpectedly collapsing into a friends arms after insisting they were fine all evening.

Or maybe no one’s there to catch them in time and they just crumple to the floor in front of everyone, unconscious. 

none of their friends know what happened to whumpee when they’d disappeared for a few months last year —but one day, long after their rescue, they remove their shirt to go swimming or they change in front of a friend, and they suddenly hear ‘Holy shit whumpee… how— how did you get all those scars on your back?’

In a public setting where people can’t see them but can hear them (dressing room, bathroom stall, etc), whumper reaching under their shirt and digging their fingers into the barely closed wounds, ripping them open again and just feeling around inside the open wound. Leaning in close to whumpee’s ear with a low voice — ‘better stay quiet dear, or someone might hear us— and you know what happens then.’ 

And whumpee is forced to stand still and take it, dripping blood everywhere, their own hand clamped over their mouth and try to stifle their own whimpering, until whumper finally pulls their fingers out, causing a new gush of blood - ‘god what a mess you’ve made… you’d better clean that up quickly—wouldnt want anyone to find your blood all over the place and ask what happened’

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Aaand now I’ve got a whole other list of forceful caretaker prompts that got so long it’s gonna have to be a separate post, so stay tuned for that :)

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