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Whumpmas in July Day 5 - Favorite Whumpees

@ashintheairlikesnow 's whumpees are all so good but Jameson holds a special place in my heart. Something about his anger and resilience but the way he just melts around those he loves...

@redwingedwhump 's everyone. Obsessed with all of her stories. But especially Alec the Tiefling (he's just a sweetheart!), Yves (the sexy vampire of my dreams), and Riley (who's also just a sweetheart)!

@hold-him-down 's Leo. He's a professional at stealing my heart and breaking it in half.

@peachy-panic 's Jaime. Also stole my heart and broke it in half.

@deluxewhump 's everyone! All of her whumpees are incredible and exactly my type. Carlo, Zee, Matteo, Bo... they all got me in a chokehold.

And there are so many more that I just adore!

Whumpmas in July #5 - Who is your favourite Whumpee?

If we're talking about a favourite Whumpee from others writing (and screw you I CANNOT pick one) then mine are (and it's entirely coincidental they line up with some my all time favourite whump writers!!! 🤭🤭🤭)

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Benjamin Adkins - from @darkthingshappen series 'Brothers Keeper'... With my whole, entire heart that none is left to protest, I adore poor Benny. Such a sweet, innocent and beautifully written character going through absolute unimaginable hell yet still retaining that beat of willpower and strength to just push through - the tiny, few and far between flickers of defiance that creep out against his tormentors every now and then that have you cheering him on from behind the screen 🤌 So resilient and strong-minded. I will never shut up about this story - you can't make me.

Jack Kenyon - from @whumpcereal series 'Behaviour Modification'. Shaking, screaming, sobbing. I cannot describe how badly I want to jump into that story's universe and pluck Jackie out and run like the wind. Life continues to deal him the shittest hand of cards and when he finally strikes luck with Joe? Ivan swoops in and tears his world apart, corrupting him to fear/think he's the property of the man he loves? 😫 Bearing in mind everything Jack's been through? And to still make it to the other side, to still function in some respect? I'd like to award him 'bravest whumpee' award.

Kane De Sang - from @whumpsday 'Kane & Jim' series: 🥺💕Kane💕🥺 The once angry, lil leech - he gets a lot of flack, I know a lot of readers would sharpen their wooden stakes on sight of him. And don't get me wrong, he was an absolute piece of shit, treated Jim horiffically. But that rescue/recovery arc - his character development - it's so wonderfully done that I can't help but fawn for the broken guy. I wanna wrap him in blankets, give him buckets of blood. He's the whumpee that made me fall head over heels for the 'whumper turned whumpee' trope, and for that? He'll always have a place in my heart-

Danny - from @t0rture-me 'Cat & Mouse' series: SWEET SWEET DANNY - the emotional turmoil that boy goes through where no matter how hard he tries, no matter how well he behaves - he still can't win, can't avoid punishment 😫 Watching him slowly retreat further and further into himself and watching his stutter worsen through the chapters pulls at my heart strings everytime. And he's so adorable with his interests and how he talks with his cat I just 🥰 yeah 🥰

And it's not out yet but I can definitely see myself becoming besotted with @leyswhumpdump new lab whumpees!!! Precious boys, oh my days - y'all are in for a treat and a half 👀👀👀

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But also just from our own - my favourite Whumpee I've made so far is definitely Josh from my series Play Pretend - it's only just getting started but he's willing to fight and kick but also do whats necessary to survive - he'll lie, fake and comply if it gets him through it but there's times when he also won't hold back.

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Written in Blood

Jonah & Vincent masterlist

When Jonah meets Vincent he is nothing but delighted - the handsome stranger takes him out on a date and even offers to help him get the job he’s always dreamt of.  But what started as a little flirt soon becomes the worst experience of Jonah’s life…

cw for the story in general: abusive relationship, creepy/intimate whumper, mentions of and actual torture, non-con touching, drugging and references to past drug abuse

Keep reading

on the opposite, do you know any captivity and/or pet whump not set in the bbu. don't have anything against it just looking for something else

Oh do I

@comfy-whumpee has your pet whump with Alistair and Ellis, and holy shit is it excellent. They also have some really great captivity whump with the Ty and Jim series!

@wildfaewhump has captivity arcs for their Iesin and Talvos - and Iesin, being fae, is often treated in a way that I think can cross over into a pet-whump-adjacent place, plus their Pathverse involves lots of amazing captivity.

@for-the-love-of-angst's Taron goes through some seriously rough captivity whump at the hands of a creepy motherfucker I love

@whump-tr0pes's OCs often go through serious captivity whump, including 'plaything' whump that runs alongside pet whump with a lot of similarities.

@redwingedwhump has excellent captivity whump

@pretty-face-breaker has some of the best captivity/captor bonding/what the fuck whump I've ever read

@endless-whump has a super fun fae-whump story that involves captivity!

@robins-whump PLEASE read Tristan and Finn if you haven't already. I'm begging you.

@shameless-whumper's Quin lives rent-free inside my head all the time forever

@card-games-and-pain’s entire Leon and Lee story is the absolute fucking pinnacle

@evermetnotforgotten’s Lev goes through Some Serious shit in an excellent captivity story

@sableflynn has some lovely lady whump with captivity

@whumpingwithaquestionableauthor has some really good captivity whump!

@yet-another-heathen has an unusual take on captivity whump that I enjoy just rereading and rereading and finding new details each time

Just a few recs, gosh there's so much to find around here!

You'll Need Your Strength

Whumping the Whumpers - Part Twenty

(tw: force-feeding, restraints, concussion, broken nose, beating, multiple whumpers, knife, creepy whumper, "good boy" used, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned whumper)

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Ethan nudged Elias with the toe of his shoe.

Nothing.

He sighed, pulling his foot back to kick his leg instead.

-A twitch-

One more time then,

Ethan pulled back again, punting Elias in the stomach.

His eyes flew open.

Theeeere we go.

Elias sputtered and choked, writhing back. His eyes were sparkling and prickled when they rolled up to meet Ethan’s.

Ethan smiled down at him. “Good morning sunshine. Glad to have you back.”

Elias’ trembling gave out as he clenched his fists behind his back - that probably hurt, they’d been like that 12 hours now. Nice.

Elias glared up at him.

Ethan resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Save that shit for later - I brought you some food.” He held the small bowl of oatmeal up a bit lower - not that Elias could see inside. He probably didn’t want to see it anyway. It looked like shit.

Cooking aside, Ethan had just brought him food. Fucker should be grateful. Instead, Elias narrowed his eyes at Ethan.

That’s going to get old real fast, isn’t it?

“Get up.”

Elias didn’t move.

Ethan’s fingers twitched around the bowl. “You have ten seconds to get up on your knees before I put you there.”

Still didn’t move.

Fuckin- Ugh.

Screw the counting, he wasn’t going to count when Elias had no intention of complying. Ethan sank another kick into his stomach, only enjoying his sputtering for a moment before gripping his hair and wrenching him up onto his knees - so conveniently curled up under him after that kick.

Almost like he planned that. 

Elias started thrashing back, but it only settled him closer to his spot on the ground. 

Ethan kept a tight grip on his hair, twisting until Elias grunted when the bastard wouldn’t fucking hold still.

Ethan knelt in front of him, pulling his head back until he bared his teeth.

“Just hold still - be grateful I’m even feeding you.” He jerked again as Elias looked like he was working up some spit - that wouldn't be smart. Then again, Elias wasn’t the brightest knife in the shed. Fucker probably wouldn’t even know what was wrong with that sentence.

“I’d suggest you eat before I get bored. You don’t have to be well fed to bleed or scream.”

“It’s true, you really don’t,” Nate piped up. 

Elias’ eyes slid over Ethan’s shoulder - presumably to wherever Nate was lurking behind him. Ethan rolled his eyes. He glanced over his shoulder too.

“If you’re going to be here, at least be useful.”

Nate smiled. “If you want help, you’ll have to be a little more polite.”

Ethan’s hand unwound from Elias’ hair, turning to fully glare at Nate.

Nate raised his hands, laughing. “Fuck - fine - okay I’m coming.” He took his sweet time getting behind Elias, kneeling down as well and forcing his head back again. Elias damn-near squeaked that time. 

Ethan’s eyes shot to Nate’s hands, trying to figure out what he was…

Twisting- he saw the way Elias’ jaw was tipped - he’s twisting…forcing pressure down -not back, just down- on the angled vertebrate… Ethan’s lips pursed as he filed that trick away for later.

Ethan scooped up a half-spoonful of the oatmeal, holding it up to Elias.

“Open.”

Elias grit his teeth. “Fuck. Off.”

Ethan’s heart beat a little harder - hammering against his chest. It sent warm static tingling through him. 

He moved the spoon a bit closer. “Come on, you’re going to need your strength today.”

Then Elias started thrashing.

Joy.

Ethan gripped his jaw, squeezing until he wrenched it open. With Nate holding his head relatively still, Ethan scraped the spoon past his teeth and dropped most of the oatmeal inside.

He ripped the metal back out, cracking it along the teeth again because the motherfucker didn’t know how to open his mouth properly.

Ethan let go of his jaw. “There. Was that so fucking hard?”

Elias seemed to be chewin-

Nope. Spitting. It was spitting.

Ethan’s eyes dropped to the glob of chunky grey sludge on the floor - narrowly missing his leg. His gaze snapped back up to Elias. 

His tone darkened. “Alright, let’s try that again.”

Ethan started into the bow, skimming more mottled grain off the top - congealing now. His eyes dropped to the glob on the floor.

He promptly tapped the mouthful off the spoon, setting the bowl to the side and scooping the pieces off the floor instead.

He held them to Elias’ lips. “Open.”

Elias’ eyes flicked to the wet glob - shining from spit. He snarled at Ethan.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you made it gross.” Ethan gripped his jaw again, squeezing until the taught muscles gave way under his fingertips, cracking his mouth open. Elias tried to thrash, but Nate kept him still - one hand creeping around his throat. Ethan shoved the spoonful inside, clamping his jaw shut this time and holding it tight. Elias thrashed and grunted uselessly, trying to work the bite back out.

Nate’s mouth pressed behind Elias’ ear, whispering- “I’d swallow if I were you. There’s plenty of less dignified ways to force it down your throat.”

Too late, Ethan was already losing patience. He clamped his other hand down over Elias’ mouth. Unable to breathe through the broken nose, Elias started squirming almost immediately.

“Swallow and I’ll let you breathe.”

Elias was shuddering, head twitching in his attempt to throw them off of him. 

Ethan rolled his eyes. “This isn’t something you can win. Save your strength to scream nice and pretty later.”

Nate raised an eyebrow at him.

Ethan squinted back. “What?”

Nate shrugged. “Nope. Nothing. You keep doing what you’re doing.” He glanced down at Elias. “Still not budging, huh?” His hand gripped tighter around Elias’ throat, rubbing up and down.

Elias sputtered, swallowing under the sensation. 

“Aw, there you go,” Nate smirked. He pat Elias’ cheek roughly. “What a good boy.”

Ethan grimaced at Nate. “Okay, now you just made it weird.” He let up his grip, letting Elias suck in gasping breaths.

Nate ignored Elias’ noises. “Oh, I’m sorry. Was everything up until that socially acceptable?”

Elias cut in, trying to twist to look at Nate. Pissed. “Fuck- who even are you, man?”

Nate gave a polite smile that Elias could hardly see. “Friend of the family.”

“He doesn- he doesn’t have a family.”

Nate pursed his lips. “Long lost twin?”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed.

Nate tried again. “How about ‘high school crush’?” He was grinning again.

Elias just looked confused.

Ethan rolled his eyes, standing up. “Alright. I’m bored of this.” He planted a solid kick to Elias’ stomach before wandering off to set the bowl on the counter. 

Nate let go of Elias as he doubled over, coughing and wheezing at the impact. Elias looked up to Ethan, some concern breaking through the mask.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Don’t give me that look. It’s not my fault you wanted to skip to the good part.” His fingers trailed over the rack of knives.

“Let’s get started, then.”

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What are your favorite whump writers looking to possibly discover someone new

Oh gosh, I have a lot.

So a lot of @whump-tr0pes (I read all of her Honor Bound stuff in like two days lol), @ashintheairlikesnow (Danny, Nate, and Ryan and Kaui, Chris, and Jake are all such amazing and well-written characters), @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi's (Brody is such a sweetheart, Silver is my baby, and Nik just gives me the feels) stuff helped really get me into whump. I highly recommend all three!

I also love @whumpzone's Tomas and Rowe series. I'm not usually a big comfort person, but their story is phenomenal! I also really like @amethystpath's Leera/Rennera series, if you're into lady whump (which doesn't necessarily bother me, but I understand it can be a big no for some people). @liliability has a lot of great stuff, like her Auden the Combined Boxie series, although I know she has several others going on for Whumptober that are also great! @ohmywhump's Jonah & Vincent series is fantastic too, always gives me whumperflies. The Bastet series by @whumpfigure is amazing as well, really love Javier and really hate Michael and Joseph. A bit more NSFW is @simplygrimly and @lonesome--hunter's Boone Clan/Hershey's Kisses and The Devil's Highway series which have a lot of collabs.

Those are all the ones I can think of off the top of my head, but there are so many awesome whump writers on here that I know! This got really long, oops, but I hope some of these recommendations interest you!

Key

Whumper handcuffs Whumpee’s wrists behind their back and puts the key on a chain around Whumpee’s neck, where they can’t reach it.

Whumper Weekly, Chain series: Wrists to neck

Add an iron collar and attach the whumpee’s cuffs to the collar. This is reduces the whumpee‘s movement and use of their hands and arms. This is especially useful if your whumpee has a violent streak and has a tendency to attack their whumper or tries to defend other whumpees. If you have captured a team of would-be heroes, I recommend placing the leader in this type of restraints— this makes the leader helpless and dependent on their team to help them eat and drink, if you decide to feed your captives. The whumpee restrained in this manner also can’t get up if they fall, which is excellent for those who attempt escape often.

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Hiss

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Warnings: restraints; kidnapping; pet whump; blood; biting, defiant whumpee

Whumper surveyed their new pet as they knelt on the floor, their arms bound behind their back. Whumper was very pleased. This one was very….pretty. “Welcome, my pet.”

“Pet?” Whumpee tilted their head. “That’s a first.”

Whumper frowned. “Yes, pet. This may come as a–”

“Wait, like pet pet?”

Whumper took a slow breath. New pets always took training. This one was proving to be…difficult. “I am your master now. You will listen to me!”

Whumpee rolled their eyes. “Listening has never really been my thing.”

“Then you will learn,” Whumper sneered. They cast about for their crop. This one was testing their patience. 

“I’m assuming you would much rather a warm cuddly pet. Never had a dog. Mother abhorred all things with fur. The man who raised me, he had cats.” Whumpee continued to ramble on.

“What are you going on about, my pet?” Whumper asked as they snatched their riding crop from the desk.

Whumpee’s eyes grew wide as Whumper brought the crop close to Whumpee’s face. Whumper brought it under their chin, lifting it slightly. “I-I was just saying I don’t have much practice with pets.”

“Well, I can teach you, pet.” Whumper whispered. “You were around cats?”

“Sometimes. Not too often. My sister is allergic. But,” Whumpee’s blue eyes shined brightly as Whumper ran the crop down Whumpee’s body. “But I did have a pet once.”

Whumper cupped Whumpee’s face delicately, crop poised to strike if needed. “Oh? My pet had a pet? And tell me, pretty, what did you have?”

The blue eyes turned icy as Whumpee twisted in Whumper’s grasp. “Snakes.” Whumpee bit down on Whumper’s hand that cupped Whumpee’s face. Whumper howled and attempted to strike Whumpee with the crop, but Whumpee lunged forward, shifting Whumper off balance. 

The two of them fell into a heap on the ground, Whumpee thrashing violently as they continued to bite down on Whumper’s hand. Whumper’s pained shrieks drew the attention of their minions who flooded the room and one of the minions hooked two fingers in Whumpee’s nose forcing Whumpee to release Whumper. 

Whumper jumped up, snatched their crop and slapped Whumpee across the face. “That was a bad pet! How dare you bite your master!” They slapped Whumpee again. 

Icy blue eyes stared up at Whumper, defiant as ever. Whumpee licked the blood off their lips. Whumper’s blood. “Hiss hiss, motherfucker.”

Bad Dream

Warnings: kidnapping, torture, restraint, drugging, creepy/intimate whumper, hurt/aftermath

Whumpee woke slowly, their face aching from where Whumper had struck them. Their heart started racing. They tugged uselessly at the bindings. Hot tears leaked down their cheeks. 

“My Whumpee! You’re awake. Excellent.” Whumper’s footsteps stopped short of the edge of Whumpee’s bed. Whumpee could hear them, but not see them. “I’m thinking of trying something fun today!” Whumpee felt the bed shift. “It’ll be fun for all three of us.” Whumper remained out of sight. 

“Fun? How is this fun? I’m tied down. And not in the fun kind of way. Drugged, bound, and with you.”

“Come on, Whumpee, you like me.” There was an edge to Whumper’s voice.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Whumper.” Whumpee swallowed and closed their eyes. 

“Keep your eyes open. You’re going to do as you’re told, Whumpee. From now on. And I won’t turn my attention to Teammate. You are mine. Mine. Do you hear me?”

“I’m not fucking yours.” The words tumbled out of Whumpee’s mouth before they could stop themselves. Before they could help and save themselves.

Whumper was in front of them again, slapping their face. “You are mine. And you will say that. Each time. Or I will do what I want with Teammate, and you will not like that. Are we clear, Whumpee?”

“Fuck you,” Whumpee spat in Whumper’s face. 

Dark eyes frowned down at Whumpee. “I did try to warn you. I know you aren’t stupid. Such fighting spirit. But you will come around, my Whumpee. And you will be mine. Always and forever.” Whumper lifted Whumpee roughly. Whumpee fought against Whumper weakly, the drugs still in their system. Whumper flipped Whumpee over so they could face the bound, gagged, and unconscious Teammate. 

“Now you have to watch me give Teammate the attention that I would have given you if you’d just complied.”

“No, no, no, wait. Wait! Whumper, wait!. I’ll be yours. Wait. Yours, right, that’s what you want to hear?” Whumpee desperately tried to get Whumper’s attention. 

“No, my Whumpee, that’s not how this works. I know you are trying to trick me,” Whumper wagged a long finger in Whumpee’s face. “You have to be punished for your disobedience. One day you’ll learn. And we have all the time in the world.” Whumper turned their loving gaze back to Teammate. “You know, teamwork makes the dream work.” Dark eyes glinted up at Whumpee. 

Whumpee jolted awake. It was dim in the room, the light coming from just beyond the door. Their nightmares had been getting progressively worse. The memories of what had happened infiltrating even moment of their waking and nonwaking hours. 

Caretaker walked in quietly. “Whumpee, you’re awake. Are you hungry?”

“No, thank you Caretaker. How long was I out for?”

“About six hours. You needed it, Whumpee. You’ve been fighting sleep for weeks.”

“Can’t sleep. Whumper’s there. Every time I close my eyes. It’s Whumper.”

Caretaker sat down on the edge of the bed. They held open their arms for Whumpee. “I’m here, Whumpee. And Whumper’s not. You’re safe.”

Whumpee bridged the gap between them, clutching at Caretaker’s shirt. Their tears were already flowing. They knew that. But it didn’t change the memories. It didn’t change that they relived every moment with Whumper every time they close their eyes. 

How do we feel about caretaker having to take whumpee prisoner because of opposing sides but they still look after them and the whumpee is like so scared and the ✨A N G S T✨

anon you have unlocked whump GOLD 🤩 I don’t vibe with every captivity scenario but this one ✨HITS ✨

the fear in caretaker’s eyes matches the fear in whumpee’s, and all they can do is whisper “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” under their breath as they lead them to their captors.

caretaker lightly holding whumpee’s arms behind their back: firm enough to look convincing but gently enough that it doesn’t hurt. still, they can feel whumpee trembling under their fingertips, knowing what comes next.

when whumpee is led away from caretaker, and casts one last terrified look over their shoulder, so scared and small-looking that caretaker feels their heart shattering.

caretaker watching helplessly as whumpee is brutally, mercilessly interrogated for answers caretaker knows they don’t have.

caretaker volunteers for night shift after night shift to guard whumpee. they’re woefully sleep deprived, but no one is hurting whumpee on their watch.

caretaker sneaks whumpee a little extra food and a blanket at night, after all the others have gone to sleep.

caretaker feels guilty af when they have to take the blanket back in the early morning hours before anyone wakes up - and it nearly crushes them when they see a sleeping whumpee curl up tighter as they try to retain the heat they’re losing.

caretaker finally stepping in to stop a particularly personal line of questioning: “no. stop. that’s enough.”

caretaker walks them back to their cell and secretly slips their hand into whumpee’s and gives it a squeeze. whumpee squeezes back, and caretaker doesn’t miss that whumpee holds it a beat too long before letting go.

caretaker fighting back tears as whumpee rocks themselves back and forth in the corner, singing softly to themselves. if only caretaker could just give them a hug-

THE GUILT CARETAKER FEELS THE WHOLE DANG TIME

when whumpee gets sick, and caretaker desperately tries to obtain any bit of medicine to help. when they bring what little they find, whumpee looks at them with such fevered gratitude that caretaker can hardly bear it.

that night, caretaker says to hell with the consequences and gets whumpee and themselves out of there.

whumpee’s so exhausted from the ordeal that caretaker has to carry them out in the dead of night.

let’s not forget the night they have to spend in the woods on their way to the safe house, caretaker curled around whumpee’s body to keep them warm.

when they reach the safe house, and caretaker refuses to leave whumpee’s side, nursing them back to health and staying with them around the clock.

when whumpee is finally out of the woods, a guilt-wracked caretaker collapses into whumpee, hands clutching the fabric of whumpee’s shirt, sobbing about how sorry they were.

“we should I have left sooner - I should have done more - I could’ve done something….”

whumpee swallows around the lump in their throat and tentatively strokes their caretaker’s back. “shhhh,” they whisper soothingly. “it’s alright. it wasn’t your fault. you did what you had to. and hey,” they smile weakly, thumbing the tears away from whumpee’s cheeks, “you got me out, didn’t you?”

caretaker nods, but they still don’t let go of whumpee for a long time after that. and whumpee doesn’t let go either.

Oh, Now You Want To Beg??

(Continuation)

@castielamigos-whump-side-blog Sorry it took so long to get to this continuation, but it's here now! I kinda lost all track of time. 😅

(tw: long term captivity, forced to beg, forced to watch loved one hurt, punishment, general torture mention, restraints, beating/caning, beaten until unconscious, knives, stabbing)

Continued from 'Learning to Beg'.

Whumpee’s shoulders burned. Their knuckles burned. Their jaw burned. Still, they jerked against the shackles that held them to the cement wall, screaming for Whumper to stop.

That was stupid. They were arrogant enough to try to say that wasn’t stupid. They’d lashed out. Punched Whumper square in the nose the moment they got a hand free.

Did they try to hide that they had wriggled loose from the ropes? No. Did they lie in wait to escape after Whumper had left? Also no.

Instead they were a fucking idiot and just hit Whumper at the tiniest provocation.

Well. Maybe not tiny.

Whumper had gripped them by the jaw, cooing all too sweetly, “Well don’t you look adorable tied up like that? I love seeing you so pathetic.”

Aaaaaaaaand that was it.

Plan gone.

Only brain cells for punch.

Whumpee was such a fucking idiot. And now Caretaker was paying for it. Again.

Whumper knew all too well now that the best way to hurt either of them was to hurt the other. They had long since given up on lying about that.

And now Whumpee was left, shackled and useless, watching flecks of blood spray the wall as Whumper ground the cane down on Caretaker.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Caretaker took it as best they could. They tucked into a ball to protect their head and stomach, but Whumper drove the cane down so hard that every dull ‘thnk’ was met with panting, gasping, and long, deep whines that Caretaker couldn't contain.

Whumpee tried again. “Stop! Whumper, stop! It was me. It was my fault. Hurt me!”

Whumper ignored them, continuing the thoughtless barrage. Whumpee could feel their anger seeping through the room. It leached into every stone. Every fleck of dust. Every atom in the air that Whumpee sucked in through frantic breaths. They could taste it. Feel it burning inside them.

Regret.

Fear.

Shame.

Again. The words came out shakier than Whumpee intended. “Whumper stop! You fucking bastard. Leave them alone!”

Whumper didn’t stop.

Caretaker was crying…The world was never as wrong as it was in that moment. Caretaker. Sobbing on the floor.

The image burned into Whumpee’s eyelids. No matter how they squeezed them shut, they still saw it. They could still see Caretaker twitching and wincing on the floor, matching the whimpers and small pleas. They’d never seemed this weak before.

It was wrong.

Tears were streaming down Whumpee’s face. “Whumper please. Please stop. This is my fault. This isn’t them. You’re mad at me, right?!? Hit me, not them. Please.”

To their surprise, Whumper froze. They lowered the cane, turning to glower at Whumpee. Fire still danced behind their eyes.

“Oh, NOW you want to beg? Too fucking bad.” They pointed the cane at Whumpee, emphasizing their point. “This is your fault.”

Then they turned, bringing the wood down across Caretaker’s back again.

Whumpee screamed at them. They yanked against the shackles until their skin split. They cried and begged, but it didn’t stop.

There was no stopping it.

After a while, yet not nearly long enough, Caretaker stopped moving. They stopped flinching. Stopped making sound.

Whumpee’s eyes went wide as Whumper kept beating them. Even as they went limp, rolling to the side at one of the blows.

“Please! Please, Whumper! Please, th-they can’t even feel it anymore!” They choked on tears, but swallowed it down, breath shaking. “Please - punish me. It was me. It was my fault. Please!”

Whumper - blessedly - stopped. They turned, chest heaving. Their jaw was clenched. Sweat trickled down their temple.

They glanced down at Caretaker before giving them one last, hard kick to the side that made Whumpee flinch. Whumper prowled across the room to Whumpee, chucking the cane to the side as they stepped.

Their words were low. Quiet. Far too quiet for the rage burning through them. “You’re really lucky I’m still pissed off enough to want to hear you scream.”

Whumpee squirmed under the gaze as the words sunk in.

They slipped a knife from their pocket, flicking it open. “You better say thank you before I change my mind.

Whumpee instinctively snapped their jaw shut, glaring at Whumper. They forced the defiance to crack after a quick glance at Caretaker, passed out on the hard cement. Blood spattering the ground around them.

They forced their eyes down, almost reverently, to hide the fury that built up in their chest.

They bit out the words. Painfully. “Thank you.”

Whumper acknowledged it with a hum. Then they struck.

Whumpee choked on air as the knife ripped through their flesh, scraping along their femur. White hot pain ripped through them as Whumper twisted the knife.

Whumpee gritted their teeth, squeezing their eyes shut. A scream was clawing up their throat, but they gritted their teeth against it, choking it down.

Whumper gripped them roughly by the jaw, forcing their face up. “Don’t you fucking dare. I want to hear you scream.”

Whumpee whined as their fingernails bit in.

“Don’t hold back. The moment you stop screaming, I’m carving them up instead. I don’t give a fuck if they can feel it. Got it?”

Whumpee’s eyes slid over to Caretaker again. They nodded.

“Good.” Whumper pulled the knife out. They trailed it across Whumpee’s hip, tip digging in against the bone. It split the skin.

“Scream for me.”

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

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)

Hostage Situation

(tw: gun, death threat, brief gore mention, restraint, forced to hurt (restrain others), hostage whump)

“You.” Whumper gestures toward Whumpee with the barrel of their gun.

Whumpee glances over their shoulder at the other hostages.

“Yes you, idiot. Stand up.”

Whumpee keeps their hands raised as they take a shaky step forward.

Whumper tosses a package of zip ties at them. Whumpee catches it clumsily, almost dropping it with shaking fingers.

“Tie them all up.”

Whumpee’s eyes meet Caretakers. They give Whumpee an encouraging nod. Whumpee glances down at the plastic. They know Caretaker’s training is their best chance of getting out of here. Can they really doom everyone in here by restraining them?

Whumper cuts off their thoughts. “Make em tight - fuck it up and I’m blowing your brains across the wall.”

Whumpee flinches back, but takes one out of the package.

Whumpee tries to be sneaky. They loop the zip tie over Caretaker’s thumb before tightening it down over the visible wrist.

A gun clicks against the back of Whumpee’s head.

Whumper voice is soft in their ear. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Whumpee trembles “J-j-just what y-ou sai-”

“Fix it.”

Whumpee trembles, reluctantly pulling out another zip tie, puting it around Caretaker’s wrists. They cinch it tight with sweating fingers.

“Tighter”

“But it’s-”

“Tighter”

Whumpee flinches back, but snugs the zip tie tighter yet.

“More.”

Whumpee turns to them. “I can’t any more - it’s-”

“For fucks sake.” Whumper reaches around them, jerking the tail up and down until Caretaker hisses at the pain. It’s digging deep into the skin now.

Whumpee whispers harshly against their ear. “If you can’t learn to follow orders real fast, I’m not going to have a use for you.” The barrel grinds against their skull, bowing their head forward. “And guess what happens when I don’t have a use for you?”

Whumpee shivers, swallowing thickly. “I-I’ll be good. I can - I. I won’t do it again.”

“Good.” The barrel eases slightly. “Now keep going.”

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

Ya know what’s nice?

Resignation.

A Whumpee who is eerily calm when they’re (re)captured. They accept the handcuffs. They hold out their hands and let themself be cuffed.

Or they just turn around when ordered and place their hands on their back. And they smile at their partner.

All the while their partner, friend, caretaker is losing it.

“You can’t do this!” they shout, straining against the henchmen holding them.

And Whumpee is not sure if it’s addressed to them or their captors.

Whumptober 12 - Torture | made to watch | begging

Combining with prompts from nsfwhumtober set 2 - Biting | bruises | toys | gagging

So yeah I chose a lot of prompts lol. This is where I fall off the time schedule because I write super slow. I'm not totally happy with how this turned out, but I think it's still pretty good.

CW: noncon, captivity, manhandling, broken nose, knife mention, blood mention, guns, muzzles, violence, intimate whumper, gagged, restraints, slut-shaming terms

Whumpee can't bear to look at his teammates when Whumper and his guards enter the cell. He feels his stomach twisting in knots and tumbling like a washing machine with a heavy load.

"Glad to see everyone's together," Whumper smiles. His guards assume position across from the four of them on the opposite wall. They keep still faces, it almost seems like they're not even looking at anything. The extra guards take place on the adjacent walls, guns at the ready.

Whumpee feels sick. A simple in-and-out mission should never have ended like this. They had even finished and were just making it out when they were ambushed, and even though it was nobody's fault over anyone else's, Whumpee wished he had just been caught alone.

"Screw off," Medic spits, pulling against the chain connecting his cuffs to the wall. Whumpee glances at him, then back at the guns the guards hold. He doesn't think it's a good idea to piss them or Whumper off, but the room already feels tense enough, so he doesn't say anything.

"What do you want from us?" Leader growls, a defiant glare being the only emotion he shows.

Teammate wears a stoic straight face. Whumpee tries to follow her route, but he ends up looking more spacey and scared.

Whumper barely acknowledges Leader's words with a chuckle, slowly scanning the four chained adversaries in front of him. After a few seconds, he locks eyes with Whumpee, who tries not to shrink away from the icy stare. He can't help the way he is shaking though, and Whumper notices too.

He stalks toward Whumpee, whose eyes widen. The click of his boots match Whumpee's quickening heartbeat.

When Whumper unlinks the chain connecting the shackles to the wall, Leader narrows his eyes, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Y'know, I've been feeling really pent up lately…" Whumper says, staring straight into Leader's eyes as he drags Whumpee's stunned silent form to the middle of the room, "And I'm in for a much needed… release. He's quite the eye-catcher, right?"

"Fucking creep," Medic accosts through grit teeth.

"Don't you fucking touch him," Leader joins, jerking his left side against the restraints. Whumper smiles at him, producing a knife from his pocket; only then does Whumpee snap back to reality and begin to struggle.

"Oh, I'm gonna do more than just that Leader. A pretty thing like this deserves some recognition," Whumper says. Whumpee stumbles back, tripping over his own feet as Whumper reaches for him, the hand landing on his shirt and tearing it as he crashes to the floor.

Whumper keeps going, dropping down to straddle him. He grabs the front of Whumpee's uniform pants and tugs down the zipper, unhooking his own belt after.

At this, the rest of the room catches what he means.

"No no no no, please don't," Whumpee whimpers, fighting desperately to get away, but his hands are restrained and trapped underneath him. Whumper uses the knife to cut the rest of his shirt open.

"Get the hell off him! I'll fucking kill you!" Leader yells, pulling furiously at the chains. He couldn't bear to let this happen. Medic paled, mouth agape, and he struggled harder too. Teammate stared ahead with wide, worried eyes, not knowing what to do.

Whumper slides his hands over Whumpee's exposed chest, leaning down and biting his neck.

"Stop. No, noo!" Whumpee cries.

"Bastard! Listen to me!" Leader shouts desperately, attempting to stand and pulling the shackles. Spittle flies from his mouth. He looks sort of like a rabid animal captured by hunters.

"Oh come on Leader, don't tell me you haven't thought about this, hmm?" Whumper taunts, continuing to hold down the struggling, pleading Whumpee, "I know I have."

"You motherfucker! Whumper. I swear to god if I get my hands on you-"

"Take care of him please," Whumper says with a wave of his hand, returning to remove Whumpee's pants. Immediately two of the guards stomp forward to the fighting man.

One of them pulls their rifle and slams the butt of it against Leader's face. Whumpee screams at the sickening crack that sounds.

"Stop! Please!" Teammates voice sounds.

The other guard grabs Leader by the shoulder and wrestles him to the floor on his stomach. The first guard puts a knee to his back and pulls something over his face, quieting his cursing and threats when they force a bit in his mouth and surround the bottom of his face in tight leather. Blood spills from Leader's nose and tracks over and under the muzzle.

The guard stands up, replacing their knee with a heavy boot between Leader's shoulder blades, pushing Leader's face flush to the cold concrete floor by placing the barrel of their rifle into his temple. When Leader growls the guard only pushes it in more.

"There we go, good to watch now... Back to you sweet thing." Whumper coos, unbuckling his own pants.

"Please, please don't do this," Whumpee begs. He is ignored though, and two fingers are shoved into his mouth, so far at first, he gags on them. His reflexes kick in though, and he bites down hard on the intrusion.

Whumper grunts in pain and tries to yank his hand out, but Whumpee doesn't let go, he bites down harder, tasting blood in his mouth. Only when Whumper backhands him hard does he let go.

"You little shit!" Whumper growls, making another hand motion to a guard.

"Whumper! Fucking stop! I- take me instead you asshole!” Medic yells, tugging the restraints, replacing Leaders spot annoying Whumper. Another guard aims his gun at him, barking to ‘shut up.’

Whumper leans closer to Whumpee’s face, grabbing something from the guard next to him. He nips at Whumpee's ear, blowing hot breath when he whispers, "That wasn't nice Whumpee… We can't have you biting now. As much as I love the struggle, you're going to make this easy for me and open your mouth. If not, I'll have my men fill your friends with lead, understand?"

And Whumpee, without option, opens his mouth, tears rolling down his face. He doesn't know if he'd rather look at his teammates with guns to their heads as they watch this happen to him, or at Whumper's eyes, filled with lust and malice.

His teammates watch as Whumper forces a toy into Whumpee's mouth, strapping it around his face to gag him.

"Since you don't want prep, little slut," Whumper huffs, forcing Whumpee's head back.

They watch as he grabs Whumpee's hips tight and pushes himself in. They watch as he rocks him hard into the ground. They watch as tears spill from Whumpee's eyes and listen as tortured screams come muffled from his mouth.

And they do nothing. They can't do anything but watch. It feels like hours until Whumper finally gets his fill. Leader is seething with silent anger underneath the guard's boots. He wants to strangle Whumper until he can no longer make the disgusting grunts and moans he's making now. He feels like he failed Whumpee, and it aches in him more than his now broken nose does.

Whumper releases into Whumpee with a shuddering moan and a kiss pushed into his neck. It ends in teeth and surely a bruise later. When Whumper removes himself, Whumpee feels like he pulls his soul out with him.

"You're a good fuck Whumpee, I'll have to come back," Whumper says as he buckles his belt. Whumpee just squeezes his eyes shut and whimpers.

His guards slowly file out of the room, and Whumper waits, staring into Leader's eyes as he slides his belt back through the loops of his pants.

"I hope you enjoyed the show," He says with a smirk on his face. The last two guards pointing guns at them start to move away. Leader makes one last attempt at jerking the chains, a low growl in his throat. Whumper just laughs and exits last, shutting the metal door behind him with a loud bang that resounds through the room.

Whumpee stares at the ceiling, then turns toward the wall. He cants bear to look at his team. He sobs through the gag still on his face, the stupid dildo gag the creep has forced on him. He can't get the image of Whumper's cold eyes above him, the feeling of his hands digging into his hips. He can tell the skin there will bruise. If he lets his mind wander enough, it feels like he is still inside him.

He feels embarrassed that they watched that happen. He feels like he can't curl into himself enough to stop feeling so exposed. He feels like their eyes are burning into the back of his head, judging him.

"...Whumpee?" Teammate calls. Whumpee doesn't speak, but he tries to quiet his crying, thinking maybe he's annoying them.

"Do you wanna, uhm… come over here?" She continues after the lack of response, voice sounding strangled.

Whumpee, despite his shame, turns himself over to face them. He notices her face streaked with tears and runny makeup, and after a quick glance, the other two are the same.

He struggles to crawl over to them, but manages to after a few minutes. When he reaches her, he collapses in her lap, the sobs coming back full force. She can't help but cry too, and she cranes her arms as far as she can to one side of her back, just barely able to reach his head to card through his hair softly with one hand. Though it's an uncomfortable position, she does it to hopefully make him feel a tiny bit better, like how she does to help him fall asleep.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, I'm so sorry he did that to you.” Her voice breaks as she talks; she wishes she could do more, they all do.

“Fuck! F-fuck. I-- I’ll kill that monster…” Medic mumbles, staring off toward the wall.

Leader gets himself up from his stomach, slowly as to not fall over without his arms. When he's upright, he taps the floor until he gets Whumpee’s attention. He stares into Whumpee's eyes as he attempts to make the clearest sentence possible through the muzzle still wrapped around his bloodied face, the skin on his cheekbone red and enflamed from the hit earlier.

Through the communication barrier they share, Whumpee manages to make out that he is saying he’s sorry, but not in the way that Teammate did. He sounds and looks more like he thinks he should've been able to stop this from happening. As much as Whumpee wished it didn't happen, he knows it was nobody's fault… nobody but Whumper's.

Since Whumpee can't talk either, he tries to show his thoughts the best way he can think of. He climbs into Leader's lap and buries his face into Leader's chest, hating the way Whumper has made him feel, but hoping to show Leader that he did all he could. Leader tries to ignore the hickeys on Whumpee's neck and rests his chin on the top of Whumpee's head.

Then, they are left, dread pooling in their stomachs as they wait for the next time Whumper comes back, knowing that there's nothing they can do.

I’m just curious, why are you so interested in whumping? I stumbled upon this blog by chance and i don’t get it, but I’d like to understand why people are interested in it

Hi there! Welcome! It's okay if you don't get it. Whump isn't for everyone but I applaud you for asking kindly and being willing to learn. And that's a very good question. One we as a community often ask ourselves and we honestly have yet to find a solid answer.

There are a lot of different reasons why we are interested in whump and they vary from person to person. Some of the reasons we've discuss as a community are:

We enjoy seeing people go through difficult times, either physically or emotionally, and recover from it, receive love and comfort from friends and family. Maybe we don't always get that in our own lives so we love seeing our favorite fictional characters get it. Live through them. It's why comfort is such a big part of whump as well. We love the comfort part of whump.

Maybe the characters we love seeing whumped are similar to ourselves and we enjoy seeing their pain validated and seeing them recover from it. It gives us hope that we can recover and our pain will be validated. That someone will see our pain and help us.

It gives a lot of us an outlet to work through our own traumas. Maybe we had a terrible childhood or have gone through something traumatic and whump is a way for us to work through it.

It's a safe place to explore painful, traumatic, taboo things. Whump and dark things have been a subject for fiction for centuries. People have always been interested in these kinds of subjects and we are no different. They're interesting subjects and we like to explore them.

I've seen a theory that we like whump because we're empathetic people and pain gives you endorphins so we get an endorphin rush from seeing fictional characters in pain because we're empathetic.

We like seeing characters be vulnerable and overcome adversity. To go through something difficult and come out the other side. It makes for good storytelling and brings depth to characters.

For some people, it's a sexual thing. That's perfectly fine and a completely valid reason to like whump.

A lot of us are asexual too and I think whump gives us similar feelings to arousal without it being sexual. (at least for me it does)

Heck, some of us are sadists. That's fine too.

Personally, I think some actors just look good like aesthetically when they're bleeding or bruises. 🤷‍♀️

This is one of my personal reason that I haven't really seen discussed but it's definitely a reason I like whump. Essentially, I struggle with recognizing emotions both in myself and within other people. Always have. Whump allows me to explore and learn about different emotional reactions which helps me recognize those emotions in my loved ones and in myself.

We enjoy the character dynamics that come from whump. The whumpee and the caretaker for instance. Or the whumper and the whumpee.

But honestly none of us really know? These are all just theories we've discussed amongst the community. All we know for sure is that we get good feelings when our favorite fictional characters are in pain. There's just something about whump that makes us feel good. What it is exactly is hard to pin down and changes from person to person (some enjoy emotional over physical. some like hard torture and others don't. we're all different) but we all get what we call "whumperflies" when we see/read good whump. It's a physical sensation that manifests itself in different ways. For most of us it feels like butterflies in the stomach (hence the name) and it feels good. We like that feeling. And we get that feeling from whump. So we like whump.

You'd think this community, being full of people who like seeing fictional characters in pain, would be cruel or terrible people but this community is full of the nicest people you will ever interact with. I think it correlates with our love of whump. I think we're all so nice because we understand pain and suffering and don't want anyone to feel hurt in real life.

I hope this answers your question nonny!! If you want to learn anything else, have any other questions, or wanna explore it some more you are more than welcome! We're a super nice community and all are welcome here :D

It is clear to this anon that you like collar whump. Thus I humbly ask for it to happen to any of your characters, no preference who, I just wanna see it.

BLESS YOU ANON

I decided to use my Bad Caretaker series OCs :>

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“Hey, Tobias, can I see you for a minute?”

Tobias stiffened at Isaac’s voice, glancing nervously up to where he’d poked his head into the room. He looked almost unconsciously towards Michael and Jacob, who were quietly discussing strategy over a game of chess. Michael made brief eye contact, a curious look in his eyes, but he turned back to the game.

“Sure,” Tobias said, trying to keep his voice from shaking. It still did, though, a little.

Tobias’ heart rattled in his chest as he followed Isaac back to the room. Isaac wasn’t looking at him, which meant he couldn’t gage whether he was angry or happy. Or excited. That was worse.

Isaac held the door open for him, hand brushing his back in a way that made Tobias flinch. When the door closed behind him, Tobias turned around to see Isaac smiling. His heart fell to the floorboards.

“You’re so cute when you’re panicking,” Isaac grinned, eyes flicking over Tobias’ trembling form.

Tobias ground his teeth. “Don’t call me that.”

Isaac stepped closer, watching the way he stiffened, eyes falling to the floor and turning distant. “How do you expect me to help myself, when you look like that, love?”

His breath hitched. “Stop.”

Isaac caught Tobias’ chin in his hand, tilting it up to see his face. “You know, I really don’t think I will.” He let go of him and stepped back. “On your knees, Toby. I have a surprise for you.”

With a shaky breath, the boy lowered himself to the floor, watching Isaac with big, scared eyes. “Isaac--”

He shushed him, turning to grab a bag from a drawer. Tobias watched it carefully, and Isaac rattled the bag with a teasing grin when he noticed. “What do you think it is, Toby?”

Tobias just shook his head in mute fear.

Isaac walked towards him again, running a hand through Tobias’ hair and forcing his head back before crouching down to be level with him. He set down the bag and placed his other hand over the boy's throat, just tight enough to make him feel claustrophobic.

“Your pulse is racing.” His lips curved into a devilish smile. “Take some deep breaths for me, Toby. I wouldn’t want you having a panic attack.” Isaac waited a moment while Tobias obeyed, then slowly, slowly squeezed his hand tighter.

Tobias jerked against him, but Isaac used the hand in his hair to press him back against the wall, climbing over his legs to straddle him when he tried to buck him off. Tobias’ mouth hung open in a desperate need for air, and it just made Isaac cinch his hand tighter at the sight.

“Relax. I’m not going to let you pass out,” Isaac murmured, holding his hands there for a slow count of three more seconds before finally releasing him.

Tobias choked on air, coughing and slumping forward into Isaac's chest as he tried to take in enough air to make the world stop spinning. Isaac wrapped his arms around his shaking shoulders, weaving fingers loosely through his hair. Tobias struggled weakly, trying to push away.

Isaac relented, pressing him against the wall while he reached for the bag. “You’ll have to wear a turtleneck for a few days. That’s going to bruise.”

Tobias’ throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“Do you want your surprise now, Toby?” Isaac grinned, not waiting for a response as he pulled out a leather collar with a neat buckle in the front.

Tobias jerked away in horror. “No.”

Isaac just leaned closer, emphasizing how trapped Tobias truly was. “You know I don’t like that answer, Toby. Now be good and let me put this on you.”

Tobias stared at him with glassy eyes before lowering his hands to his lap, clenched into fists. Isaac muttered “good boy” and slid it around his neck, buckling it tightly in the front so it was flush with his skin, restricting every breath ever so slightly.

“I knew you’d look good like this.” Isaac took the boy’s face in his hands and turned it gently from side to side, admiring the placement of the collar. “You’re perfect, little Toby.”

His lip trembled. “I don’t want to be,” he breathed, just barely loud enough to hear.

Isaac laughed, cinching a finger underneath the collar and watching as he struggled to breathe. “I think we both know that what you want doesn’t matter anymore.”

Climbing off of him, Isaac retrieved a leash from the bag and waggled it menacingly, drinking it Tobias’ reaction. The poor boy was pressed as close to the wall as he could make himself, shoulders heaving as he tried to breathe through the panic. His eyes were wide and glassy, horrified.

“Isaac, don’t—”

Isaac took a step towards him, feeling a thrill of pleasure when that was enough to make Tobias fall silent, helpless tears gathering in his eyes. Isaac clipped the leash onto the collar’s ring. He tugged against it, pulling the leather taut and forcing Tobias to fall to his hand and knees.

“Look at you, Toby. A perfect little pet for me.” Isaac held the leash tightly so Tobias had no chance to pull away.

“I’m not,” he said through gritted teeth, but Isaac ignored him, kneeling down to grab his jaw.

“Do you know how much I wish I could just keep you like this? If I had it my way, I’d never let you out. You’d be chained and collared at my side, crying those pretty tears for me forever. Wouldn’t you like that?”

Tobias sobbed into Isaac’s hand, and Isaac sighed happily. “I want you to see yourself, like this. How much you were meant for this.”

Standing up, Isaac pulled him forward, dragging him across the floor to a full-length mirror that was propped against the wall. He grabbed a handful of Tobias’ hair, wrenching his head up to face himself in the mirror. Isaac crouched next to him, pressing his face into the boy’s hair.

“See how good you look like this?” He muttered, feeling how Tobias quailed against him. The boy’s eyes were fixed on the mirror, tears rolling down his cheeks. He seemed frozen, unable to look away. “Can you really blame me for doing this? This is what you were made for, Toby.”

He sobbed, eyes falling closed as more tears soaked his face.

“Let’s see how a week of wearing that collar breaks you down,” Isaac said, running a hand over the smooth leather pulled tight around the boy’s neck. “And remember, no one else can see you like this. You’re mine.”

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Who needs plot for whump, when sometimes it's all about the ✨aesthetics✨ of a bloodied and bruised whumpee

Always happy to draw an angry beat up Whumpee 👌

Kneel

“Your team is coming in to negotiate,” says Whumper. Whumpee’s eyes brighten, but Whumper continues, “They want to see you alive, so you’re going to kneel at my feet and you’re not going to speak. And before you refuse to agree to that” - Whumper holds up some ropes and a gag - “You can do it voluntarily or I can tie your wrists to your ankles and your neck to your knees to keep you kneeling and gag you to keep you silent.”

Hostage

Whumper keeps a gun trained on Caretaker and tosses a roll of tape to Whumpee.

“Hands behind your back, Caretaker,” they say. “Whumpee, gag them and tape their wrists together.”

Whumpee shakes their head. “Please, Whumper, don’t make me…”

“You can do it or I can shoot them.”

“It’s OK, Whumpee,” says Caretaker, forcing a smile. “Do as they say. It’ll be OK.”

What about a whumper that has to leave whumpee alone for a long time but wants to make sure whumpee doesn’t forget them while they’re gone. Maybe they leave them tied in a vulnerable position or maybe with a special toy 🤫

Once again, how horrible:)))

CWs: pet whump, sex toys (noncon, 18+ Only, minors + irl (nonfictional) nsfw blogs DNI!), possessive whumper, creepy/intimate whumper, whumper's POV

"Y—you can't."

Whumper smiles. They don't pause as they string their favorite little pet up, tightening the ropes until they won't be able to move an inch.

Their favorite phrase, really...because then they can show just how much they can.

"I'm sorry, pet," they murmur, stroking down the poor thing's tear-stained face. "I know you'll miss me. But it's just today...and I'll be home tonight."

Whumpee whimpers, tugging at the restraints. They wriggle, uncomfortably, legs spread against their will (as usual), and Whumper watches. Loves to watch, always.

"That's...that's...h-hours, what...what if I need to—"

Whumper presses their finger over Whumpee's lips. Silences them, as they should be.

"You don't need anything until I tell you you do," they say. "Not a thing. Isn't that right?"

Hesitantly, Whumpee nods. "Y-yes...Master."

Whumper feels a thrill of pleasure through them, leaning to kiss their pet gently. "Good. Very good. And you know what...you are right. What if you do need? That little hole of yours always needs something. I shouldn't leave it empty."

"No—" Whumpee mumbles, shaking their head, but Whumper's already in motion, reaching over to the drawer beside their bed and rummaging through it before they pull out something that makes Whumpee sob.

"I just don't know how far the remote control will be able to reach it," Whumper says, frowning, and then shrugs. "I'm sure you'll tell me all about it tonight."

Whumpee cries out, but even as they try to squirm they're kept in place as Whumper preps them and then gently slides the toy inside. Tests it once, and watches Whumpee whine and shiver beautifully. Keeps it going just long enough that their pet is about to fall over the edge, and then stops it.

"I'll take care of you so well tonight," Whumper says, kissing over them, loving the way their chest heaves under their lips. The way their body craves more, even if their pretty mouth protests. "I'll see you soon."

They fasten a gag around Whumpee's mouth—"I don't want you screaming anything that isn't just for me."— and then they're gone.

Whumpee's sob turns into a cry of pleasure as Whumper clicks the remote again, off and on, higher and lower, all the way down the street until the thing beeps and loses contact.

Disappointing, but not a real problem. It's still inside them, and they still know exactly who put it there, who they belong to, and who owns them.

And they'll take care of their precious Whumpee properly tonight, like they always do.

"start with..."

picture this: the entire team is captured, outnumbered and outmuscled, there are three people holding the strongest member down. the leader is forced onto their knees in front of the enemy leader, who ponders who to break first.

"... the youngest."

youngest's face blanches white as they meet eyes with whumper

leader and the eldest team members, who considered themselves somewhat of youngest's parental figures, lunge forward against their restraints, hurling curses and threats at whumper as they approach youngest like a predator cornering a small animal

"you leave them alone!"

"... the girl."

over the rest of the team's outrage, leader turns out to be the most protective, cursing profusely without regard for the consequences

their previous image of being "the composed one" flying out the window with every word they spit in their blind fury

"touch her, and i will be the last thing you ever see."

"... the leader."

more meaningful if leader and whumper are acquainted with each other

their most protective teammates try to protest, offering themselves up for torture instead, but leader orders them to stand down with gritted teeth or a sad smile

"what a good role model you are, [title]. wanna show your team how it's done? you should lead by example, after all." — whumper, probably

bonus: whumper forcing youngest to torture leader

works especially well if youngest is usually the rowdy one/most troublesome according to leader

a weapon is placed in youngest's grip, heavy in their hands, guided to point at leader's chest

whumper closes their hands over youngest's, tightening their hold on the weapon as the youngest sobs, terrified out of their mind as whumper hushes them in mock soothing

“sh, sh, sh, don’t cry now… your [title]’s gonna have to pay for every teardrop, you know.”

leader reassures youngest with the softest voice they can muster:

"hey. hey, look at me. it's okay. you're gonna be okay. do as whumper says."

WHUMP PROMPT - #3

Things that a whumper may like about a gagged whumpee.

The utter helplessness of it. Having taken away both their physical mobility with restraints and now the only "weapon" they had left. No more retorts. No more cursing. No more refusing. Reduced to no more than a wriggling, moaning, thing. Of which the whumper has complete control.

Perhaps they like the sounds. The ragged, quickened breath through the nose. The muffled humming of each would-be-word they uselessly try to push out.

Perhaps they find it all humorous. Perhaps they like the embaressment it affords their victim. Perhaps they just like the look in their whumpee's eyes, the helpless glaring as their lips are so beautifully sealed behind a length of tape, or cloth.

Lab Rats

I’ve had these characters in my mind for a while now, and I actually have a good idea of where this is going for once. So meet Noah, my OC who I plan on torturing loving a lot. 

CW: forced stripping and noncon touching (neither of them sexual), lab whump (not really, but that’s the vibe), manhandling

There was something wrong. 

Noah didn’t know what, or why, but he could feel it. It was a sharp tug in the pit of his stomach, the imaginary feel of cold fingers trailing down his spine, a want to hide, go back, give up. 

Maybe it was just anxiety for being in a new place, taking a chance he wasn’t expecting until a few days before. Maybe it was just him overacting to the change of scenario, the coldness of the too-white building, the grim vibe a lab usually had. His instincts were rarely on point anyway, usually so mixed with fear and reluctance that he didn’t know how to separate the instinct from the unease. 

So he kept walking, even though something urged him to go back.

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cw: gagged whumpee, implied kidnapping, pet whump, intimate whumper

we all love whumpees screaming and begging but what about gagged whumpees tho

- whumpee being gagged in the middle of them screaming and they’re still desperately trying to scream / get their voice out until whumper forces them to shut up

- whumpee quietly whimpering under their gag as (intimate) whumper runs their hand through their hair

- whumpers putting muzzles on their pet whumpees

- that trope where whumpee is making a recording and suddenly they’re grabbed from behind, a hand goes over their mouth and they reach out for the camera as they’re dragged away (maybe the camera falls down and whumper picks it up to smile at it before the recording ends)

- whumper stuffing something in (defiant) whumpee's mouth only to have them bite down on whumper's fingers

- defiant whumpee who refuses to shut up even though they've been gagged

- stoic whumpee biting down on their gag to suppress a scream when whumper tortures them

nsfwhump under here (warning for noncon, bad caretaker) (18+ only pls)

- whumpee whimpering under their gag as whumper fucks them and it’s music to whumper’s ears

- drool leaking out from under ball gags 👌

- bad caretaker gagging them and having their way with them in a room so nobody hears them

- a gag that keeps their mouth open so they're forced to suck cock after cock

Muscle Memory

As Whumpee is recovering, Caretaker notices that they always move both arms together and pick things up with both hands, as if part of them still thinks they’re wearing manacles.

Types of whumpees!

categorized by behavior

some of these might be a bit similar to each other, but I had fun making this list

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defiant + broken

o   doesn’t want to give in, show they’re in pain, give whumper the satisfaction, but is slowly being broken down and losing their will, their pride, their everything and flinches any time a hand is raised or at the slightest show of violence, though still fights and thrashes at every opportunity

cinnamon roll

o   the innocent pure bean that never did anything wrong, and is now reduced to a crying, pleading, begging mess

completely unprepared

o   similar to cinnamon roll, but not exactly, depending on personality. someone who has never been hurt before and may come from a very high / prestigious position now having to deal with this new station in life, stripping them of pride and dignity and hurting them more than they ever could have imagined they would have to face

puppet

o   obeys every command of the whumper in an effort to escape more pain and maybe sometimes it works…but does it really? The whumpee hates themselves for what they’re doing and others aren’t too fond of them either, though the whumper likes them for their willingness (and how easy they are to exploit)

protector

o   king of self-sacrifice and the one that’s trying to hold everyone together, though they can’t let themselves show their hurts in front of the others because they feel they have to hold up that strong front, leading to them breaking down alone from both the stress and their built-up trauma

chock full of self-loathing

o   what it says on the tin. feels they deserve the pain for whatever reason and is resigned, even accepting or desperate for, the stuff they go through, seeing it as almost necessary or at least, something they should be able to bear

comedian

o   a bit similar to defiant if you go with a more sardonic / dark humor, but someone who copes with the pain through jokes and sarcasm, always got a quip and a one-liner to hide behind instead of revealing their true feelings

optimist

o   kind of a mixture of defiant and cinnamon roll, if that makes sense. someone who wont give up hope no matter what, as a show of defiance, because even if the whumpers can make them scream and beg and plead, they try to keep their optimism as the one last thing that’s truly theirs…but even that is starting to crack.

worshipper

o   someone who is so brainwashed and broken they worship their whumper, they believe the pain is necessary and that it is making them better, or that it is something special only for them

obedient + terrified

o   a whumpee that obeys every command of the whumper’s to escape more pain, perhaps because of conditioning that tells them they must obey or be punished

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Feel free to add on to the list if you can think of any more!