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[defire]

Manhandling--especially done in silence.

Content: manhandling, humiliation, beating

Slammed into the top of a desk with their arm twisted behind them

Whumpee wincing and freezing under whumper's weight as they realize they're trapped; if they move any more their wrist is going to break

whumpee crushing their lips in their teeth to hold back cries of pain that they'd be punished for

Guards shoving in a manacled, stumbling whumpee before the king, kicking him to his knees and forcing him to bow so low his forehead hits the flagstones

Fist in the hair to yank whumpees head up

Or fingernails bruising into the cheeks for the same goal

Whumpee frustrated to rage that they aren't being allowed to just walk straight, instead they have to throw them into walls and slam them down into seats

Looking up with a livid glare at main whumper when they get there

Whumpee starting to speak, "wait, just--" gets yanked so hard the words catch before he staggers forward

"I can walk." Whumpee growls next time they come for him. Snarky guard--"well, you're to be dragged."

When the whumpers step away from whumpee, now tied up and gagged on the floor, panting through his nose

Humiliating punishments like whipping while whumpee is tied up like this, whumpee floundering awkwardly away with a muffled shriek at every strike

Holding whumpee's arms so whumper can punch them over and over in the stomach

A lineup of prisoners, but whumpee is the only one that gets thrown and kicked into position

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

“it must be heaven if a writer fell in love with you🥺” ma’am, the writer in question is an AO3 whump writer who puts their Blorbo through the worst imaginable kind of hell while making sure the sexual tension between them and their archenemy who’s putting them on a leash is off the charts before they both engage in a violent gay sex. are you sure you want writers to be in love with you?

[crimsons-whump-pile]

pinned whumpees are a greatly underutilized category of being. pinned by restraints, like cuffs or straps or chains? excellent! pinned by weaponry, like stakes or knives or swords shoved through them? even better! a cuff can be wriggled out of, if they try hard enough, but the only way out of a sword driven through their hand is to tear it out.

can you imagine how whumper would have to go about pinning whumpee up in the first place? holding them down as they struggle fruitlessly, shoving the blade through their skin as they cry out in pain, but if they struggle now, it’s only going to make the wound worse. if they’re left there long enough, or if they have some sort of healing factor, would the wound close around the weapon that made it? would it be just as painful to remove the offending object as it was to put it there in the first place?

[questions-about-blorbos]

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[what-would-your-blorbo-do]

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[delicatewhumps]

a whumpee who can’t move, it hurts too badly, and they just lie there moaning while caretaker tries desperately to comfort them.

bonus points if whumpee’s noises of pain are so weak, barely audible… leading caretaker to worry even more.

bonus bonus points if whumpee is using whatever molecule of strength they have left to feebly grasp caretaker’s sleeve / wrist / fingers.

[deathbywhump]

[secretlythegodofdesire]

Fear in Whump 6

Fear of Small spaces, Claustraphobia

When you own space of motion becomes a privilege

Perhaps Whumpee has been locked in the same space for days

Perhaps they are restrained so tightly in a box that they can barely breathe properly

Darkness, just them exists

When they're out in the open, at least they know what to expect, they don't have to worry about random punishments, or unexpected pain. Whumper will tell them exactly what's happening, it gives them a sense of security, the only constant their life has

But when they're punished they know nothing about what is happening. Being shipped to a foreign place, strapped and gagged in a box with no line of sight.

They can't handle it anymore, they can't be startled or surprised. They hate small spaces, they don't know exactly when it started but they know they will never feel the same about them.

[whumpy-wyrms]

i drew me and Anton hanging out together like we’re the bestest of friends :3 yeah he experiments on me sometimes so what that’s completely normal!!!

[whumping-in-the-dark]

"Say it. Say it or I'm shutting the door and it won't open again until you're dead out there."

[defire]

Stoic whumpee pretending to be submissive, but slowly breaking

(pet/slave vibes, sarcasm)

Content: whipping, beating, nocon nudity

"I'll do anything, sir, I'm not going to make trouble," whumpee closes their eyes to roll them

"You're not going to ask why?" Whumper frowns. Whumpee quenches his sarcasm as he answers, "I never ask why, sir."

"Kneel." *Whumpee thumps down* "Yes, sir, I'll be the perfect highlight to the furniture down here, thank you for the opportunity to serve you, sir."

To see how far their obedience goes, whumper orders them to strip down in front of guests. They hesitate for a full 5 seconds and then just... Do it, smiling shakily

"You're hiding something, whumpee." "...I am?" Whumpee tries to look puzzled, but the corners of their mouth are twitching. "You're not going to be smiling when I'm done with you."

Adding punishments to force out some streak of defiance that whumper feels must be there

But every time whumpee is beaten/humiliated, it takes them longer to assume the submissive pose and force their eyes down

Whumpee losing bits of control as whumper catches them glaring, pausing to rest, or heaven forbid giving them the finger

Adding lashes and humiliations, each punishment worsens as whumper tries to get them "back under control"

Trembling lips as whumpee slumps to the floor after whumper leaves, realizing they may not ever escape, trying not to downright break down in tears

"What do you think you're doing, hm?" Whumper keeps trying to tilt whumpee's chin up. Whumpee doesn't have the strength to keep their voice submissive, so they don't answer.

Whumpee's attempts just visibly weak. "Yeah, yes sir, I know, i am quite an idiot sir," whumpee sighs as they plod away to follow orders.

Whumper deciding they're just not scared enough. Pulls out a whip and watches whumpee wince subtly.

When whumper orders whumpee to kneel in front of them, they stare blankly for just a moment too long before obeying.

One day whumper is being led back to the whipping post and they just, stop. "Whumpee? Walk." Whumpee turns on whumper. "Give me one goddamn reason why."

The punishments that land whumpee on the floor, curled in and sobbing for real this time. Whumper realizes in these moments whumpee seems like a completely different person.

"why do you suddenly think you can be defiant, whumpee?" Whumper toes their body after a particularly heavy beating. "I always was, man. I'm just... Tired of fucking pretending."

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

ROMANTIC WHUMPEE X WHUMPER DIALOGUE PROMPTS

trigger warnings: NSFW, violence, abuse, rape, power imbalance (everything in here is entirely fictional meant to serve as ideas for writers. I do not condone any of these in real life in any way, also I'm titling the post 'romantic prompts' due to the characters' romantic relationship, not because the prompts are supposed to be 'romantic or cute')

❝it's cute you think they can hurt you like I do.❞

❝you're not leaving me, and if I can't make you stay by words, I'm gonna do it by force.❞

❝are you gonna kill me like you killed those people?❞

❝you're gonna bleed to death if you don't let me help you. I am not asking. stop fucking squirming.❞

❝do I have to chain you up?❞

❝you like that, huh? being fucked on the floor by a sworn enemy and not being able to do anything about it.❞

❝friendly reminder, I own you.❞

❝you're only alive because I let you. don't forget that I could change my mind any second.❞

❝don't think I won't fuck you like an animal right here in front of everybody.❞

❝scream all you want. no one's coming, and I do like hearing you cry.❞

❝is this the only reason you're keeping me alive? because you want to break me more? come on, we both know you can't live without me.❞

❝make any noise and I'll slit your throat.❞

❝no, I had a chance to escape you. I didn't. you've made me love you, and for that, fuck you.❞

❝I hate that I could never hate you.❞

❝this is not a home. it's a prison.❞

❝if I'm ever going to die, and want it to be by your hands.❞

❝I need you to fucking look me in the eyes and say you won't run away again.❞

❝you're not safe with me. I'm scared of what I might do to you if I let the demons win, and I'm scared one of these days they're gonna win.❞

❝I am the only person who can hurt you.❞

❝I won't chase after you, because I know you'll come crawling back to me, you always do.❞

❝I fantasize about my hands around your throat, looking you in the eyes as I twist the knife.❞

❝I know you wish you could kill me and I know you wish you could hate me. but I'm the only person who understands you and I know you need me.❞

❝my only mistake was falling in love with you.❞

❝has anyone ever told you how pretty you are when you cry?❞

❝you can't kill me. I'm already dead.❞

❝you've had that chain around my throat since the day we first met.❞

❝it'll hurt less if you stay still.❞

[crimsons-whump-pile]

I’ve been in a terribly whumpy mood lately, so please for your consideration, imagine a whumpee that’s been so heavily conditioned by whumper that they can’t really function without rules and orders, and now imagine a caretaker that will actually do that. I see so much where the caretaker tries to break whumpee out of that mindset, but what about a caretaker who just doesn’t have the time or resources to break the conditioning, and so their next best option is to just… go along with it?

whumpee won’t eat or drink or sleep without being ordered to? caretaker puts rules in place that require whumpee to do those things at set times, and the consequences for missing one of those times (because you know whumpee won’t accept that there are rules without punishments for breaking them) is to do that thing in the company of caretaker. whumpee misses their lunchtime? now they have to sit with caretaker to make sure they actually eat the food set out for them. it’s a consequence that doesn’t actually harm them, and one that will subtly reinforce that caretaker values whumpee’s wellbeing, without seeming like a cop-out.

caretaker knows that whumpee has been irrevocably changed by their experiences under the hand of whumper, and they know that the trauma incurred isn’t something that can easily be contradicted or fixed. they know whumpee is damaged, and they know it isn’t something they can help with right now, but that doesn’t mean they’re going to give up and leave whumpee behind, or expect whumpee to just bounce back on their own. caretaker wants whumpee to be safe and healthy, so they’re going to do their best to make that happen, even if they have to utilize the very conditioning that whumper put in place to make that happen.

[whumperwithwings]

Sicktember Day 12

“You’re not fine, you’re throwing up/coughing up a lung”

Whumpee coughed and coughed, desperately pulling air into their lungs in between the hacking. The door opened with a bang, slamming into the opposing wall, as Caretaker rushed to Whumpee's side.

"Whumpee! Are you okay- that's a stupid question. What's going on?"

"I'm fine" Whumpee choked out in between coughs. "No big deal."

"I'd say it's a really big deal, Whumpee. Is there any thing I can do to help you?"

Whumpee's lungs burned as they drew a ragged breath. "Stay."

[what-would-your-blorbo-do]

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[ghost-whump]

Shower Day

CW: kidnapped whumpee, defiant whumpee, sadistic whumper, waterboarding(?), hypothermia (mentioned), nudity (mentioned), let me know if I missed anything!

Whumper entered the basement with loud, clunking steps down the stairs. They flick the light on when they reach the bottom.

“Hh—” Whumpee hissed and covered their eyes, heavy manacles pressing coldly into their cheeks. “Fucking hell.”

“Rise and shine, fuckface.”

With a drawn out groan, Whumpee blinked until the light wasn’t so painful. They scooted farther back into “their” corner of the basement, drawing closer to the wall, as if they could be absorbed into it.

They turned to face the wall, the smallest act of defiance they could express, “Go away.”

“No can do, Whumpee,” Whumper’s footsteps grew closer, “It’s shower day for you.”

That perked them up. A shower? A real, honest-to-god shower? Hot damn, that sounded good! Whumpee managed the barest hint of a smile at the prospect. Their hair, caked with blood and grease and other various substances, grew unbearably thick and disgusting to even think about. And that’s not even mentioning their soiled clothes.

Rubbing at their eyes, Whumpee brought themselves to turn around. And their smile dropped.

Whumper held a hose and a bucket.

At their pained expression, Whumper chuckled, “Oh? You thought you got a real shower?” They put the bucket on the floor and took a step closer, “Sorry for the mislead, Whumpee.”

The water hit them suddenly. Frigid, icy water hit their skin like a jet — definitely enough force to bruise, at least. They cried out, futilely holding their arms out in front of them. The cold water sprayed onto their body like bullets, dousing their hair and clothes all in less than a minute.

Then, the water tapered off.

Whumpee spit some water out of their mouth. It tasted like shit, nothing like the refreshing hose water they’d had as a kid.

“Whoops.” Whumper smiled.

Then it started again. This time, with so much pressure, Whumpee was knocked back into the wall. The hose turned off.

Whumpee heaved, “Fuck yo—ACK!”

Over and over, the water turned on and off, on and off, on and off. Friction burns raised on their arms from where they tried to protect themselves. The chill of the cool, stagnant basement air started to seep into their skin, sending a shiver through their whole body.

“That should be good.” Whumper dropped the hose to the floor (much to Whumpee’s relief) and turned their attention towards the bucket. They pulled out a gray towel and turned back. “Give me your clothes now, Whumpee.”

They stood there, shivering. “What?”

“You heard me — give me your clothes. They’re all soaked now.” Though they spoke pragmatically, their grinning leer said anything but.

“Fuck n-no. I-I’m not getting n-naked in front of you.” Their teeth chattered loudly, telegraphing how cold they really were.

Whumper turned around, picking the bucket back up. “Fine, then. No towel for you, I guess.” They started back towards the stairs, “A shame, really. I had it heated up on the radiator and everything. It’s supposed to be even colder tonight, too. I’d hate to have my poor Whumpee freeze…”

Whumpee remained silent.

“Well, goodnight, Whumpee.” They flipped the lights off.

“W-Wait!”

The lights turned back on as quick as they shut off. Whumper turned, so so slowly. “What do you say?”

“Pl-please?”

this has been sitting in my drafts for SOOO long and i’ve never posted it. since i haven’t written anything in a while, i thought i might as well post it lol

thank for reading!!!

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