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June of Doom Day 8
“This is your last chance.” | Drowning | Chair | Prisoner Trade |
Content: drowning, intimate whumper, restraints, defiant whumpee, torture
"This is your last chance Whumpee."
Whumpee struggled against Whumper who was holding them above a tub of water by their wet hair. Water dripped down Whumpee's face as they gasped for breath.
"You can give me the information I need right now or we can keep going at this. I have all the time in the world."
"I'll n-never tell you anythi-"
Whumper pushed their head back under so fast that Whumpee didn't even have time to hold their breath. They coughed and sputtered while uselessly fighting against Whumper's grip. Their efforts were useless, immobilized by the tight handcuffs keeping their hands behind them.
Just when they thought they weren't going to make it, that Whumper was actually going to kill them, they were yanked out of the water. They took in all the air they could get before they were pulled under again. This time they didn't have as much fight left and quickly felt the world go black.
Whumpee awoke lying on the cell floor coughing. They turned over and slowly sat themselves against the wall. They tried to steady their breathing, hair and clothes still damp from earlier that day. Just as they started to relax, the door unlocked.
"Finally up, eh? You passed out on me. Had to end the fun early."
Whumpee scoffed. It definitely wasn't their idea of fun.
Whumper leaned against the wall with their arms crossed, "I have a little present for you." Oh gosh. That could never be good. "I feel like I haven't been going hard enough on you. You're still a little more comfortable here than I'd like."
Whumpee glared, "What do you mean not hard enough? You literally just drowned me until I passed out!"
"Ah, that's exactly what I mean. You're still talking back. You'd think with all that I've done, you wouldn't even think to, but that's just not the case for you, is it? You're so overcomplicated."
"Well, you can't expect me to just take you torturing me without talking back. It's your fault I'm like this anyways."
"I know. That's why I'm going to give you to my friend."
"What?"
"It's just for a few days. They are really good at what they do, even better than me. They'll hopefully straighten you out."
Just a few days. Whumpee could handle that. They should be glad to be away from their torturer, but Whumpee knew Whumper's friends were even more ruthless than Whumper which almost seemed impossible. They could handle it though. They had all this time. They wouldn't break now.
Whumpee was taken by surprise as Whumper pulled out wrist and ankle cuffs.
"What's that for?"
"To make sure you don't escape during transportation. Wouldn't want you to run away before we start. That'd really dampen my reputation."
Whumpee usually wasn't kept cuffed unless on rare occasion like when Whumper drowned them. They stumbled along as Whumper led them through parts of the base they'd never been before. Eventually, they found themselves outside. The sun hit them and they almost melted at it's warmth. They hadn't felt the sun in so, so long. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad. At least they finally got some fresh air even if Whumper's friend was apparently going to break them in or something.
Whumper waved to a friendly looking guy standing just outside of the base.
"Whumpee, this is my friend. Friend, this is Whumpee."
Whumpee almost laughed. There was no way this guy could hurt them, let alone a fly. Whumper was really making a mistake here.
"Nice to meet you Whumpee. I've heard a lot about you. I can't wait for our time together."
Whumpee simply nodded. They stayed strong as they were led into a car and driven away by Whumper's friend. This was going to be a nice break they thought. Boy, were they wrong.
Just a few days later they were begging to go back to Whumper. When the time came, they were dumped unceremoniously at Whumper's door. They nearly cried as Whumper picked them up and carried them to the medbay.
Everything hurt so bad. They were covered in blood and bruises. All they wanted was just a tiny break from the pain.
"Oh, you poor thing. I told you they were harsh. If you would've just listened in the first place this wouldn't have had to happen."
Whumpee cried as Whumper tended to their wounds.
"Shh, I know it hurts but we can't have you getting an infection." Whumper cupped their hand to Whumpee's face. "I know this was hard on you, but it needed to be done. Now you can be nice and good for me."
Whumpee continued to cry as Whumper comforted them. It felt so wrong. They shouldn't let the one who hurt them so much even be near them, but here they were. They were so desperate for even a second of relief that they pushed those thoughts aside. It was okay to need a break. They would take Whumper's comfort for a little bit then everything would go back to normal, right?
June of Doom Day 6
“They don’t care about you.” | Flinch | Broken Promise | Abandoned |
Content: manipulation, intimate whumper
Whumpee flinched as they heard the door to their cell open. Whumper walked in looking almost sympathetic, a look that could never be trusted coming from them.
Whumper sighed, "I just got off the phone with your team."
Whumpee perked their head up at that.
"They had a whole lot to say but I um... have something to tell you."
Whumpee was paying so much attention that Whumper thought their brain might explode.
"They agreed that they aren't coming back for you."
Whumper tried to hide their delight as Whumpee's eyes widened in disbelief like they were a puppy that just got kicked.
"What? You're lying. They wouldn't-"
"Oh, but yes they would." Whumpee shivered as Whumper looked them directly in the eyes walking towards them. "That's why they abandoned you in the first place."
"But... they wouldn't. I know my team better than you and... they wouldn't do that."
Whumper kneeled down in front of Whumpee, face filled with some form of concern but there was a fire in their eyes that Whumpee didn't want to acknowledge.
"Oh sweetheart, I hate to say this but... they don't care about you."
Whumpee's heart shattered in an instant. Deep down they knew their team thought lesser of them and probably weren't coming back, but to hear it straight from Whumper really set it in stone.
Whumpee broke down in tears as Whumper cradled them in their arms.
"Don't cry sweetheart. I know it's not what you wanted to hear, but you still have me."
This only made Whumpee cry harder as they melted in Whumper's arms. It felt so wrong, it was so wrong, but what else could they do? They didn't want to acknowledge it, but the only one they had left was Whumper. Even if they hated them. Even if Whumper had hurt them endlessly for so long. They didn't have a choice so they chose the only thing they could choose; to finally give in.
RUNNNN!!!! HE’S GOT A KNIFEEE!!!
Dark SKK on the ptrn 🫡
tw pet whump, abandonment, rejection
"Please!" Whumpee sobbed, clinging to their master's clothes desperately. "P-please, don't– don't leave me here, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Whumper looked down at them with nothing but ice cold disdain, all that warmth and fondness Whumpee had gotten used to entirely gone. "Let go of my clothes," they ordered firmly, and Whumpee obeyed, because they were good, they could be good, they could follow orders.
"Please, forgive me, I– I've made mistakes, b-but I won't make one again, please. Please, just give me a chance."
"I've given you many," they said bluntly.
Please please please please I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry–
"Please don't leave me," they choked out. "Please. Please, I'll do anything, please–'
Whumper didn't wait for them to finish. They turned around and left, slamming the front door of the shelter shut behind them; trapping Whumpee inside with all the other abandoned pets and workers who seemed not to care for them at all.
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Brutal whump idea:
A large ring pierced through Whumpee’s mouth, below their tongue and straight through their jaw. A chain hooked to that, and used to drag them around like on a leash, tugging whenever they’re moving too slow.
Not only the pain, but it works as a permanent gag. Maybe it goes through their tongue as well. They can’t speak right. They can’t eat. Any sound comes out as a pathetic whine. They can’t close their mouth, maybe their hands are bound behind them so they can do nothing about the blood and saliva dripping down their chin.
The only thing that matters is that they certainly won’t be mouthing off to Whumper again.
tw: drugging
a defiant whumpee trying to claw at whumper’s arms in protest as their body reacts to the sedative that was just injected into them. they can only muster aggravated, painful groans and whimpers as whumper cards a hand through their hair.
“shh, my love… don’t fight it,” they whisper, guiding their captive to lay back down.
just read a REALLY cute snowed in fic so now of course i have to make whumpy prompts from that concept heehee hoohoo
cw: intimate whumper, branding, (attempted) abandonment, caretaker whump, burning
cold, shivering whumpee whose only source of warmth is whumper/whumper's blankets, so they have to choose between sleeping on the floor or climbing into bed with whumper
whumper bringing a branding iron over to whumpee to help them "stay warm"
whumper trying to leave whumpee outside in the snow, but whumpee clings to their pants and cries for them not to leave them as they're inadvertently dragged along the ground
a whumpee who ran away, but has no choice but to come back to whumper as the weather gets worse. whumper drapes them in their blankets, puts them next to a fire, and all but invades their personal space as they whisper to them "welcome home."
caretaker who has no qualms about giving whumpee their bed and all of their blankets and suffering in silence as they lay uncovered on the sofa
whumper slamming whumpee against the iron cover of the fireplace, burning their back on it
My Personal Favourite Whump Series :>
Hi! These are just some of my favourite works that I’ve found while lurking. I love these works so much, the whump community has so many talented writers, I just want to shower you guys with compliments ❤️❤️❤️
Honor Bound - by @whump-tr0pes (NSFW)
^ This altered my brain chemistry
Behaviour Modifcation - by @whumpcereal (NSFW)
Brother’s Keeper - by @darkthingshappen (NSFW)
The Kennel - by @whumpcereal (NSFW)
Written in Blood - by @as-a-matter-of-whump
The Crow and the Dove (Kai and Kyriel) - by @there-will-always-be-blood (NSFW)
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
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This is more inspo from my disaster character, Arvin, than anything (I really put him through the ringer whenever I draw/write him), but I was wondering if you could possibly write a small blurb about a creepy/intimate Whumper with a heavily defiant, and stubborn Whumpee? Bonus points if a bed is involved.
(tw: tied to a bed, biting, muzzles, intimate whumper)
Whumpee glared at Whumper while they tugged at the restraints keeping them tied to the headboard, feeling like they were being burned alive under Whumper’s unforgiving gaze.
“Would you cut that out?” They snapped, tugging especially hard on the restraints. “You’re creeping me out. Stop staring at me, you freak.”
Whumper’s smile grew as they leaned on the doorframe, taking in Whumpee’s every move. “Nah.” They moved away from the doorframe and started walking to the bed. “You’re too fun to watch.”
Whumpee pushed themselves back as far as they could go, growling and trying to bite the hand that approached their jaw. Whumper took their hand away quickly, grinning. “Feisty,” they murmured, amused.
“Come any closer and I’ll bite your damn finger off,” Whumpee spat. They despised the restraints that were holding them back. It was the only thing keeping them from going all out on Whumper.
Whumper only chuckled and knelt down, searching around under the bed. “I’d love to see you try, my dear.”
Whumpee thrashed even more when they saw the muzzle in Whumper’s hand when they returned. “No! NO! Get that the fuck away from me!”
Whumper had to tackle Whumpee down to be able to secure the muzzle. They got bitten a few times in the process, earning Whumpee a swift backhand each time. Once the muzzle was fully secured, Whumper brushed their victim’s hair out of their face and admired the rage in their eyes.
“There we are. Beautiful.”
“Good morning, Whumpee.” Whumper walked into the room, letting the door fall closed behind them. Their hands were clasped behind their back in a businesslike fashion.
Whumpee shifted in the confines of their cage, short enough that they had to sit- or kneel, by Whumper’s demand- and suspended in the air at about waist height. They had been left there for long enough that they didn’t know how much time had passed. That being said, they were a little salty.
“Found the time to visit? I thought you were far too busy. I’m not getting in the way of your appointments, am I?” They reclined in their cage as much as they were able to, pretending like the bars didn’t dig into their back.
“Oh, don’t worry, I cleared my whole schedule. I want to take my time with you.”
“How considerate.” Whumpee took a deep breath and yawned, hopefully looking bored. “Sadly, something came up while you were away, and I actually have to cancel on you. I hope you can understand. Which way to the exit?”
“You talk too much.” Whumper frowned, though the lack of any actual anger sent red flags flooding through Whumpee. “Luckily, I have just the thing to break you of that.”
They unclasped their hands from behind their back, revealing a leather muzzle dangling from their fingers.
Whumpee slammed themselves as far away as possible. The cage swayed unsteadily on its chain. “Absolutely not- you are not putting that thing on me.”
Whumper took a step closer, eyes glinting as Whumpee shrank further into themselves. “Oh, doll, do you think it’s a choice you get to make? What have I told you?”
Whumpee swallowed heavily. “I belong to you. I exist to- to please you.”
Whumper hummed in agreement and reached out.
“But- but you said you like to hear me scream,” Whumpee said desperately. They cringed at the flimsy argument, hating themselves for it. Hating themselves for the warring inside of them between obedience and rebellion. Hating that they were considering obeying at all.
“Oh, I do.” Whumper grinned. “And believe me, I will make you scream soon enough. But today I want to see you obeying me, and to do that, I can’t have you talking back.”
Whumpee’s breath caught in their throat. As they stared at the piece of leather in Whumper’s hand, everything else seemed to fall away. They suddenly couldn’t gather much thought past the repetition of what it was, trying to make sense of it. It was a muzzle. A muzzle. Like you would put on a dog that bit someone. The thought of wearing one was humiliating and degrading and so very wrong.
Their vision blurred.
“Whumpee? You still with me?”
Fingers snapped in front of their nose. They jumped, flinching. Whumper laughed and ran a thumb over their face. Whumpee quivered under the intimate contact that held them at the edge of panic. The hand drew back, and they found themselves leaning forward after it for half a second, desperate for the small comfort it provided. They quickly stopped themselves and pulled back again.
Whumper clicked their tongue. “Don’t pull back, you were being so good. Sweet. Come here for me, so I can put this on you.”
“I- please. No,” they whispered. Their eyes ached from holding back tears. They tried to muster up some courage, to say something clever, but nothing came to mind. They were numb with fear. Somehow, wearing that muzzle seemed like accepting Whumper’s crazy notions. If they couldn’t actively argue with Whumper, how long would it be before they started to believe them?
“Don’t be difficult.”
“It’s not being difficult for me to- I’m not a dog! You can’t make me wear that!”
Whumper raised their eyebrows, unimpressed. “You belong to me, don’t you? I can make you do anything I want, and it’s time you learn that. It’s perfectly reasonable for me to keep my belongings in line. Now, come here.”
Whumper’s tone edged into dangerous territory- the voice they used when they were done with Whumpee’s disobedience, and it would be punished if it continued.
Whumpee ground their teeth together and leaned forward, inches from the front bars of their cage. Whumper’s hands slid through, holding the muzzle.
They tapped Whumpee’s chin. “Open up.”
Whumpee did, closing their eyes. The bit slid into their mouth, weighing heavily on their tongue and not letting their mouth close properly. The leather stretched tightly over their face, digging into their cheeks and pulling at their hair while it was fastened behind their head. It would leave red marks, if not bruises.
Through the leather they felt Whumper’s hand on their face again, running possessive lines over them. Whumpee opened their eyes, shuddering at the sight of Whumper’s adoring grin.
“Oh, that silence is beautiful. I thought I’d like the sight of you like this, but this… you’re just so precious, Whumpee. With your eyes all wide and scared. That little crease between your eyebrows. You can’t talk back to me, can’t defend yourself. I might just have to keep you like this.”
Whumpee’s heart wrenched. Their eyes pooled with tears that fell before they could do anything about it. The tension seeped out of their muscles, leaving them empty and numb and wracked with sobs.
Whumper sighed dreamily and crouched level with them, cupping Whumpee’s face in their hands.
“How lovely,” Whumper murmured to them, tilting their face upward. “I can’t wait to see you break for me.”
Whumpee sagged against the bars, limp and pliable in Whumper’s hands.
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