#defeated whumpee

[shes-some-other-where]

There’s something about the moment when the up-till-then defiant protagonist—now bound, gagged, and defeated—accepts their fate.

The antagonist stands over them, crowing gleefully over their victory. Hissing lies or taunts into their ear. Reminding them of how woefully they’ve failed.

There’s something about the moment you see the shift in the protagonist’s eyes.

The moment their head dips, hangs low.

Defeated.

[littlelambramblings]

Soft Hands

CW: parental whumper, compliant(?) whumpee, restraints.

Masterlist

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Fruitlessly, Jace tried to flex his fingers. Ever since Theodore caught Jace compulsively scratching at his neck with his nails, he rushed to order thick restraining gloves. Said gloves are now secured tightly over his hands and they have been for the last three days.

Jace’s hands felt sore, sweaty, and clamped. All he could think about was getting these damned gloves off, but no matter how much he tried to wiggle his hands out or bite the buckle of the gloves open, the gloves remained stubbornly secure.

Finally, Jace couldn’t hold it in anymore. Defeated and near to tears, he walked into Theodore’s office.

“Sweetheart, what’s the matter-?” Theo started before being caught off guard by the weight of Jace’s head slumped against his shoulder.

Jace pleaded, “Please take the gloves off.”

“You know I can’t do that. The marks on your throat are only starting to disappear and I won’t risk your health,” Theo sighed as he rubbed a hand over Jace’s hair.

A beat of silence passed. Jace sucked in a nervous breath. Then he lifted his head.

Tears glistened in his eyes as he whispered hoarsely, “Please . . . dad?”

Theodore’s heart skipped a beat. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, “Well, I suppose a ten minute break wouldn’t hurt…”

Jace sobbed in relief when the nauseating constraint of the gloves were pulled off. His hands had become pruned from his sweat and turned an irritated red. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whispered repeatedly as he finally stretched his fingers out.

Pulling Jace into his lap, Theodore pressed a whisper of a kiss to Jace’s forehead, “Anything for you.”

[the-bar-sinister]

Whumpee's thought, as they finally bowed their head and knelt before whumper:

There was something more than relief. Comfort.

There was something almost romantic about giving in.

[whumpshots]

Whumptober #27

Trope of the day: voiceless

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They couldn’t even scream if they wanted to.

Whumpee feels their head spin when they open their heavy lids, which feel like they are glued to their eyeballs. Their mouth is dry, throat as well—a croak is everything that leaves them as they breathe in the cold air.

How long they have been here, they don’t know, but Whumper made sure that they won’t forget that they won’t be able to leave anytime soon. If at all.

The days of pleading have ended quickly, screams have subsided. It still hurts. Everything Whumper does to them hurts them, but Whumpee cannot muster the strength to scream, their body won’t even let them.

A croak is everything that leaves them when they hear footsteps.

Every day they imagine that it’s finally Caretaker. Caretaker whom they couldn’t even greet.

[i-am-a-secret-worth-hiding]

Whump prompt #1

No matter how much whumpee tries to drown out the voice , it just keeps ringing in their aching head.

"No one's ever gonna find you."

[macknus]

Pathetic and Defeated (II)

Part one here

*~*~*~*~*

Whumpee groaned as Caretaker half-carried, half-dragged him down the street. He tried to minimise his hitches in breath, tried not to anger the good samaritan who took pity on him. He blinked as the stranger led him up towards the more wealthy part of town.

“Maybe,” Caretaker grumbled, letting out a breath of effort. “If you focused more on—” grunt, “walking, instead of trying to hide,” grunt, “your pain, we’d get there faster, ey?”

Whumpee released a breath he was holding and nodded. He shifted his weight to take more pressure on his bad leg and winced as his foot hit the ground. “There ya go, not much further now.”

Whumpee grunted in reply, but Caretaker was right. They were moving much faster now. And the quicker they got out of the rain, the sooner Whumpee could rest. Black spots swooped across his vision, accompanied with a warm sicky feeling and Whumpee’s strength left him.

Caretaker let out a shout of surprise, and ducked to catch Whumpee before he collapsed on the ground again. When Whumpee could see clearly again he was staring at the sky, the kind stranger staring down at him.

The stranger’s hand patted Whumpee’s cheek lightly. “Still with me?”

“Mmhm.”

Caretaker nodded and sat back. He ran a hand through his soaked blond strands and let out a sigh. “I guess I’m dragging you home,” he said.

Whumpee protested, struggling to get up on his elbows but Caretaker just laughed and pushed Whumpee back down again. “I’m joking. Relax. Get your strength back, and then we can move again. Here.”

Whumpee blinked into the midnight sky. A pop to the left of him and suddenly the sky was replaced with a black web of fabric and the rain seized falling on Whumpee’s face. Caretaker’s face popped under the cover of the umbrella too, grinning down at Whumpee as rain dripped steadily down his face.

What a strange man, Whumpee mused even as his mind swirled.

“There, now. We have some shelter while you recover.” Caretaker said happily. His brows fell over his eyes. “Though if we get colds out of this I will hold you personally liable. I hate sneezing.”

Whumpee wanted nothing more than to rest his head back against Caretaker’s warm leg and sleep but he knew it was dumb. They should really try and get back to Caretaker’s house. So after another minute or two Whumpee said, “okay.”

Caretaker glanced down, eyebrows raised, “you sure?”

“Yeah. I can make it.”

“Wonderful! It’s not far now.”

That’s what you said last time, Whumpee didn’t say.

Caretaker helped Whumpee to his feet and they were off again. Caretaker walking, Whumpee limping. And they were making far better progress than before.

“Ah, there. You see that big house at the end of the street?”

Whumpee saw it alright. It was hard to miss. But that was the baron’s house. He told Caretaker as much. Caretaker grinned. “Yes, well. Nice to meet you too…”

Whumpee stopped suddenly and Caretaker grunted. “You’re the Baron?”

“Yes. And I’m also freezing, so can we please keep moving?”

Whumpee blinked away the stupor, or maybe it was a concussion, but they continued walking anyways up to the big manor house that stood proudly at the edge of town.

“And your name is?”

“Whumpee.”

“Ah. Wonderful. Pleasure to meet you, Whumpee,” Caretaker said. “My name is Caretaker.”

“I know your name, Baron Ca—”

“No, no, just Caretaker,” Caretaker said, half lifting, half dragging Whumpee up the steps to the house and stumbling along beside him. He grabbed Whumpee and set him against the wall for support as he lifted the knocker to the door. Caretaker put his hands on his hips and grinned at Whumpee under the shelter of the porch, exposing perfect white teeth. “I insist.”

A stocky gentleman in his late thirties opened the door, prematurely salt and peppered grey hair cropped neatly at the sides. He stared down at the Baron who seemed to have disturbed him from rest like a tired parent. Baron, in striking contrast, beamed a grin at the man.

“Master, you are soaking wet. How many times have I told you—”

Caretaker held up the umbrella. “Not to worry Valko my good man, I remembered it this time. No I found a poor man in the street who needs medical attention and dry clothes.” Caretaker sniffed the air, glancing at Whumpee then back to Valko before theatrically whispering: “And maybe a bath.”

Valko stuck his long neck out the door and glanced at the barely conscious Whumpee, half falling down the wall and let out a long sigh. “I thought you were finished collecting strays as well,” Valko muttered but stepped out into the porch and approached Whumpee.

“Who said I was finished collecting strays?” Baron asked, disappearing into the house, his bright voice carrying out the door. “Besides, a human is better than another hound, Valko. We don’t have any free kennels left for one, so I improvised.”

“Mm, no…” Whumpee mumbled, as Valko approached, weakly lifting a hand, but the stocky man didn’t seem to notice or care. The last thing Whumpee saw before darkness filled his vision, was Valko lifting him with surprising strength for a skinny man and carrying him like a baby into the manor house. Whumpee’s strength left him as soon as they crossed the threshold into the house and he went limp in Valko arms as the Baron asked from somewhere within the bowels of the house.

“What’s for dinner? I am famished.”

*~*~*~*~*

Continued here

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[elfwhump]

Some restraint prompts!

Hands tied together in front of whumpee's back or in front!

Hands put above whumpee's head. Right above? Spread apart?

Hands tied tight to the body.

All in a net (merwhump?)

Magically restrained in an invisible way. Compulsion, stunning, pain if whumpee tries to escape...

Ankles bound together with minimal slack.

Rope? Metal? Leather? Plastic? Some sort of sci fi or magical hard light?

Complex shibori style knots that're meant to be humiliating or simple and practical.

Completely unnecessary collars.

Chained to something! A wall? A throne?

Tight enough to almost cut off circulation?

Seemingly excessive amounts of restraints for someone small. Is it really unnecessary?

Tie up your whumper! Are they really defeated? What are they telling the supposedly victorious whumpee from their position of "weakness"?

[wintertimewhump]

Power Source Whumpee

Power Source Whumpee my beloved..

Whumper carefully crafting a machine to fit Whumpee's body and hold them in place.

Whumpee hooked up to the machine nearly all the time, only allowed a four hour break to sleep each night.

The power being extracted by hundreds of needles attached to wires, sticking out of Whumpee like a pincushion.

Whumper telling Whumpee that this is their only purpose and to just be good and fulfill it. Whumpee technically not needing to eat, as the produce their own power, so Whumper doesn't even bother to feed them, causing Whumpee to feel lightheaded and dizzy.

Whumper using the power they extracted from Whumpee to hurt their friends, blasting them back with the same energy Whumpee had once used to fight Whumper.

A reluctant Whumper placing a damp cloth on Whumpee's sweating forehead, saying they're sorry, but this is necessary for the plan.

Bonus: Bad Caretaker

Caretaker defeating Whumper, about to pull Whumpee out of the machine, but then realizing how useful the power is, and thinking about how much their city needs it.

The hope in Whumpee's eyes fading when Caretaker, who was about to release them from the machine's grip, steps back and turns it on again.

Caretaker guilt tripping Whumpee, telling them that if they were to be released, a whole city would suffer in darkness.

Caretaker thanking Whumpee for their involuntary sacrifice, telling them it won't be forever, but it sure seems to last that long.

Caretaker telling Whumpee that this is what they were made for, sounding just like Whumper now.

[the-samcrifice]

"Mine."

CW: intimate whumper, noncon touch, noncon kisses, creepy whumper idk what else

It was about midnight when Whumper entered Whumpee's cell. The moonlight peeked through the window, making Whumper's skin seem to glow in an ethereal light. Their eyes glinted with sadistic triumph, and they knelt by Whumpee's glorified bed- a pile of blankets on the floor- crooking their finger in the universal 'come here' gesture.

"Whumpee..." Whumper whispered, as Whumpee groggily lifted their head. "Get up....come on..."

Whumpee didn't move, nor did they have to, as Whumper's cold hands wrapped around their tiny wrists, pulling them close. They allowed themselves to be dragged to the back door, allowed Whumper to lazily throw a sweater over their shoulders, bundling them up. They only made a meek sound of sleepy protest when Whumper pinched their cheek affectionately.

"Adorable." They cooed, and hurried them out to the back yard.

Whumpee blinked slowly, still groggy from the sudden wake up. They wondered what Whumper had planned, what they were going to do....But that's when they looked up.

The stars.

They were magnificent, twinkling, a tapestry of little lights over their heads. They couldn't help but stare, admiring them.

Whumper laughed, and gently forced Whumpee to sit on the grass. "Aren't they pretty?" They whispered into Whumpee's ear. Whumpee nodded, then yelped in surprise as Whumper yanked them close, pulling them onto their lap. Still ....they didn't protest, the fight beaten out of them a long time ago. They let Whumper guide their hands to wherever they wanted whumpee to hold them, touch them, allowing whumper to play around with their pliant body. Tonight, Whumper let Whumpee's hands nestle right against their chest, so they could feel their heartbeat through their fingertips. The spiteful part of Whumpee wanted to laugh...it was almost shocking to find out Whumper had a heart. Whumper let them relax, let them admire the night sky again....and Whumpee found themselves growing calm. Lethargic.

They were so lost in their thoughts, still awe-struck by the night sky, that they didn't expect it when Whumper nipped at their ear, soothing the sting with their tongue, making Whumpee shudder. Their hands tightened their grip on Whumper's shirt, almost as if that would ground them properly. It didn't.

"Shhhhh..." Whumper hushed, kissing the delicate spot behind their ear. "Don't you fuss....let me taste what's mine." Their lips traced their way to their jaw, pressing against Whumpee's skin. Whumpee whimpered at the sensation, now trying harder to pull away, but they were trapped in Whumper's arms...and there was no getting free.

"Shhhh...." Whumper said again, their kisses getting more desperate as they worked their way down to the neck. "Hold still... that's it...give me more..." They nibbled Whumpee's skin a little, kissed the bite marks, enjoying how Whumpee squirmed. "Like all the other lovey-dovey couples out there.. sharing a moment under the starry sky." They continued to kiss and suckle on Whumpee's skin.

It took a little bit, but finally, Whumpee relaxed, defeated, as Whumper continued, smirking against their neck. "There we go. That's a good pet. All mine...." they kissed their neck again. "...All mine." They kissed Whumpee's lips delicately, with only the stars and moon witnessing the moment Whumpee gave in.

[whump-in-the-closet]

what are ur fav tropes for stoic whumpees? love da blog

stoic whumpee tropes that are a 100/10:

"I'm fine" and then immediately collapsing in front of their loved ones in a bleeding pile, revealing a hidden injury that has festered for far too long

silent, muffled crying with shaking shoulders and a bloody hand clamped over their mouth because they view crying as weak and beneath them and they're stronger than this, they're stronger, they can take it--

the moment they close their eyes in defeat and it's all over and they fucking know it, and when they open their eyes again all that remains is a glassy-dead stare

adamantly refusing medical treatment even when they need it. Shoving away everyone who comes close to them, a choked sound in their throat, fighting back with everything that's left in them.

when they kneel at Whumper's feet, eyes on the ground, white-lipped and tense. The only betrayal of emotion is their clenched fists and tight breathing. In every other way, they're compliant.

refusing to talk about what they endured at Whumper's hands after they're rescued, but the scars tell the story for them. They don't have to say a word, but their team's pitying gaze follows them wherever they go

normally unaffectionate and distant but exhausted and defeated they rest their head on Caretaker's shoulder or Whumper's lap, just finally admitting--nonverbally-- that they can't take it

reversely, more willing to be tortured than to ask for help-- If I'm breathing, I'm fine

stitching their own wounds back up with an unsteady hand, painful stitch after painful stitch. Deep breath and pull. Working in a dimly lit apartment with bleeding clothes on the floor around them and the bed unmade

sacrificing themself for their team. "Take me! Do what you want to me. Not them." And their team watching as the torture takes its slow toll and Whumpee-- the one they look up-- falls apart.

[pain-in-the-everywhere]

Whumpee that spends hours every day coming up with detailed scenarios of the worst things Whumper could possibly do to them so they can feel somewhat prepared for the torture ahead.

Whumper hurting Whumpee in ways that barely even scratch the surface of the things Whumpee was imagining, yet breaking Whumpee more than they could have ever predicted.

The feeling of failure when Whumpee couldn't take a lash when they'd been expecting much worse for months.

Whumpee accidentally adding more layers of torture to the experience by letting their own mind defeat them too.

[the-bar-sinister]

Recovering whumpee who finally breaks and drags themselves back to intimate whumper's door, exhausted, and defeated.

Because whatever twisted affection that whumper has for them is better than the cold indifference of the rest of the world.

Whumper is of course delighted to discover that whumpee finally knows where they belong.

[whumporama]

The silent break down.

When suddenly something hits, a revelation, a realization, and everything crumbles.

But Whumpee doesn't start crying or screaming or running. They just stand there, mouth slightly opened in disbelieve, blinking, not reacting at all. Their mind can't take this, it's too much. Too much already happened, is already lost.

And this is the final straw.

Their mind just blanks, the world turns blurry, they don't even hear Caretaker calling their name. They just hear a ringing, it feels as if they're underwater.

Maybe they sink to their knees, defeated.

They just can't take it anymore.

[bedtimescenarios]

"Are you going to kill me?”

"No." Whumper said it simply, the word ringing with finality, like something he'd already made up his mind on. He'd thought it through, that part was clear. If he wanted Whumpee dead, they would've been.

Whumpee's terror only grew. They stifled any facial response, a widening of the eyes or a tremor to their hands, yet that all became pointless the very moment Whumper stepped forward. The hurricane of thoughts swirling around in their mind clouded their vision, pushing and prodding around their brain, forcefully taking the reins. They flinched.

Whumper caught it. A flicker of a amusement flashed across their face, alongside their overwhelming sense of pride. In that moment, where wary eyes met predatory ones, they both knew one thing for certain. With Whumper, death became the better alternative.

Whumper's hand made its way onto Whumpee's shoulder, and the latter didn't dare make a move. Any escape plan seemed a liability with this proximity, and Whumper's fingers digging in did not help turn that thought down. Rationale faded and fear took its place. "Did you truly think I was going to let you off so easily?”

"..No." Of course not. They'd hoped for it, though. Stupid.

He knew they did. He could see the way the hope still lingered in their expression despite their answer, the spark they'd tried to convince themself no longer existed. He leaned closer, head tilted to the side. "Good. I don't give mercy.”

"I know.”

He watched them for a moment. Watched their expression, the obvious hint of defeat. Still, defeat did not overpower the little bit of fight that defined their core.

No matter. It was his job to put that fire out, and he did not lack the means to do so.

"Then you shouldn't have tried to run.”

[whumperofworlds]

Caretaker who defeated Whumper and went home...

But forgot to free Whumpee, who was held captive by now-dead Whumper.

Whumpee somehow frees themself and comes home to Caretaker pissed AF.