I Feel Like We Don't Talk Enough About How Uncomfortable Having Your Hands Tied Behind You Is, Especially

I just love invasive whump

cw: creepy/intimate whumper, mouth whump, manhandling, multiple whumpers, restraints, implications of trafficking, forcibly restrained, wound fingering im sorry mom

whumpees who get no personal space, always being grabbed and touched and shoved around and handled

whumpers who get handsy

running a hand down their cheek, sliding a finger along their jaw. touching and admiring their hair, tugging on it for fun

hooking a finger into the inside of their mouth and dragging them around

whumper gripping their jaw and leaning in close, whispering threats into their ear or growling posessive words against their neck

a captive who wants nothing more than to pull away, but can only squirm around in their restraints.

obsessive yandere whumper tying them up and forcing them to cuddle (shoutout Malik @lumpsbumpsandwhumps )

multiple whumpers: too many hands all over them, grabbing them and forcing them down

whumpee forcibly restrained, stripped down and inspected—either having their wounds inspected (i wrote about this here), or just getting appraised and looked over like goods

I love the thought of licking the blood or tears off a whumpees face or neck.

it’s just so dehumanizing and gross and invasive :))

prying their jaw open all the way and just feelin around in there :))

pulling on their tongue, running nails along their teeth, shoving fingers down their throat to shut them up

just, exploring and having a good ol time :)))

aggravating old wounds. pressing down on bloody bandages, deep bruises, and broken ribs, just to watch their reaction.

…fingering their wounds

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​haven’t done a prompt/inspo list like this in a while so here ya go <33

feel free to add on if you want to! & if you use the prompts tag me so I can read it! 💞

I think yandere whumpers needs to be it’s own post cuz… I have too many thoughts 0.0

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Digiplatonic

Someone who exclusively experiences platonic attraction through connections from the internet, whether real people or fictional characters

Symbolism:-

Yellow for Aplatonisism

Dark Gray to represent the lack of attraction most of the time

Green / Teal to represent the internet and digital world

Kittything- being a Kitty or Catgender and a Thing

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

strayangel/muttangel

(pt. strayangel/muttangel end pt.)

Strayangel: a xenogender connected to strays and angels, an angel that is a stray ect.

Muttangel: a xenogender connected to mutts and angels, an angel that is a mutt ect.

Whump Prompts: Found You

I just saw a fantastic post by @whumpingcrow and it got me thinking about when an *almost* recovered, escaped whumpee is found by whumper again. So here's a list of ways for Whumper to say 'found you'.

Whumpee walks into their home, takes off their shoes, hangs up the keys, and goes to flop on the couch. But they see someone is already there. Whumper gives them a big smile, “I was wondering when you’d be back. Let’s go, I already packed up your things.”

Whumpee getting a text from an unknown number: “Tag! You’re it.”

Whumpee picking up their office phone at work and freezing when they hear Whumper’s voice. “Ah, there’s that lovely voice. No, don’t you dare hang up on me. We have some things to discuss.”

Whumpee working tech support and getting randomly connected to Whumper. Freezing up as they recognize their voice, trying to change their own. Not knowing if Whumper knows it’s them and trying to find a way to end the conversation as quickly as possible. Then they hear, “You know, I don’t think I’m going to be able to get this on my own. Maybe I should give you my address and you can come help me. Better yet, give me yours and I’ll come get you.”

Whumper getting a letter and opening it at the mailbox. “I didn’t think I’d find you in a real house, especially not one with such a well-stocked fridge. Congratulations. Really, you’ve outdone yourself. I’m so proud.”

A note on their desk at work in all too-familiar handwriting: “See you soon! <3”

Whumpee coming home to find a bouquet of their favorite flowers on their table. Flowers only Whumper ever got for them.

Getting random text that says, “I can’t say I like the new name. It doesn’t suit you. However, I AM a huge fan of your outfit today. You know red’s my favorite color on you.”

Whumpee having coffee alone at a busy cafe when Whumper slides into the seat across from them. “It’s been so long! You’re looking great.” Whumpee can’t manage to do anything but stare as they hands start shaking.

An exhausted Whumpee driving home from work. They flinch and swerve as they feel a knife at their throat. “Take a deeeeep breath. Just keep driving and do what I say, and you’ll be fine.”

Whumpee just walking down the sidewalk as an arm tugs around their waist. They look up to see Whumper pressed close. They try to stop walking, but Whumper tugs at their hip and they are too afraid to pull away. “Don’t fight me. Just keep walking and this will turn out much better for you.”

Whumpee waking up in the middle of the night to Whumper standing over them. This still happens several times a week, but it’s always just a dream. They take a deep breath, blink hard, and flip on their lamp, trying to make the image fade, but it’s real this time. “You look surprised to see me. Didn’t I tell you I’d always find you? Now get dressed. We’re leaving.”

Whumpee answers to door and freezes when they see Whumper’s smile. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

Whumpee sees Whumper leaning against their car when they get to it in the parking garage. “Shhh shhh. Don’t talk. Don’t move. Don’t scream. I’m already very angry with you. You don’t want to make it worse, do you?” Whumpee just shakes their head in small jerky motions.

Whumpee taking out the trash to the dumpster in the alley after work. Whumper appearing out of nowhere and backing them into a corner. “You can walk to my car and get in the trunk, or I’ll use this and carry you. Your choice.”

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)

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.

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

When Caretaker rescued Whumpee from captivity, they were absolutely filthy. Months worth of dirt and grime built against their skin, their hair so matted Caretaker wasn’t sure their newly bought bottle of conditioner would be enough to untangle it.

Naturally, their first instinct was to give Whumpee a bath.

So they carried Whumpee in from the car, and did a quick assessment of their wounds, determining which would need immediate attention and which could wait until later.

Now, Whumpee is drugged out of their mind. Maybe Whumper gave them something earlier to keep them in line, or maybe Caretaker slipped a little sedative into their water to help them relax. Whatever it was, Whumpee was out of it, and as they’re placed into the bath, they were just beginning to come to.

Their vision was much too blurred to make out details such as faces or locations, all they can register is the warm water soaking through their clothes and the hands touching them, carding through their hair and snagging against the knots.

Even as the fog clears from their mind, any bit of coherency is lost within vivid flashbacks of being forced underwater by a hand tangled in their hair, held there until they nearly blacked out, only to be wrenched above the surface and hit on the back until they were forced to cough up whatever they had inhaled, all while leaving Caretaker to deal with a screaming, thrashing mess of a person and dirty water splashing across their entire bathroom.

I promise I’ll post some actual writing either tomorrow or Wednesday