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Human (or human-shaped) whumpees who are larger than their whumpers. The twisted nature of that type of humiliation is delicious. Especially when Whumpee is overpowered by a group of beings who, by themselves, Whumpee is strong enough to defeat. Who believes that Whumpee is being haunted by strange little mutant creatures at night? Or that the smaller, demure friend-next-door uses a shock collar on them? Or that the pixie clan uses Whumpee as a test dummy for all their perverse body-changing spells? Whumpee should be stronger than them, right? ...right?

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Vampire villains tracing captured hero's skin, their cold fingertips sensing the pulse of hero's arteries. Will they ravenously drain Hero until Hero collapses in their arms? Or worship them with soft bites to each river of blood, painting Hero's body with vampiric hickeys? Bonus points if they leave Hero exposed and hanging, gagged yet cognizant, so their henchmen can see the effects of Villain's work, a sort of humiliating, living piece of art.

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"You're here...!"

Whumpee can barely react when a mass of red, pitching flesh that is Whumper descends upon them. They stumble in the back alley, knocking over a bin as they fall, while the red pitch slips beneath their loose hoodie and sweatpants.

A second skin membranes over whumpee's, a protective shield against the bitter cold winds of February.

"What gave it away?" Whumpee asks, a small weight lodging in their heart.

"It wasn't the costume, darling," Whumper's flesh tells them. "I almost passed you. But then your scent..."

Whumpee sighs, "A month on the streets...but you could still tell. Of course."

"Why did you run away in January, my pet?" Whumpee asks, their pitch pulsing over Whumpee's body, "Don't you know how cold it gets?"

"...yeah." the way Whumpee says it feels like they hoped it would get cold.

Whumper's pitch-like form has fully covered them now, even down to the toes, coating the fingers as well. But all under Whumpee's flimsy clothes. In a manner of minutes, a deep warmth settles in Whumpee's bones. Without realizing it, Whumpee relaxes their body, their muscles loosened after weeks in the cold. Exhausted tears prick their lashes, but they can't be sure if it's through the relief of their new warmth or because of the familiarity of Whumper's touch. "What do you want?" Whumpee asks, breath hitching in their coated chest. "I want you to live, Whumpee." "Why do you think I ran away?" "I couldn't say," Whumper remarks, flesh tightening against Whumpee's skin. "But right now, I'm the only thing keeping you alive." Whumpee squirms. "I don't want to go home, Whumper." "Then where will we go?" The flesh begins to stretch further up Whumpee's face. Whumpee leans their chin back as high as they can but they know it's futile. "Anywhere," they say before the flesh covers their lips. Whumper's flesh begins to move Whumpee's limbs, taking over their body. "Then let's get started..."

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Had to go to the store today and saw artificial grass plots. That stuff feels plastic as hell and hurts worse than the bristles on an artificial Christmas tree.

It got me thinking: imagine if Whumper makes a grass plot for Whumper so they can "have a little free range."

And Whumpee runs out in their bare feet, not knowing what the grass really feels like...

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getting ideas to write a whump series from the perspective of an older servant whumper and the reasons why they might whump a young bratty, privileged whumpee.

(Have an excerpt. It's explicit. Read at your own descretion.)

In the dark, we were the adorned lords desecrating a helpless bastard. He could not escape us. When we had finished, we trussed him up like a hog and left him writhing in the tunnel's dirt for several hours. Once the night came and the Lord and Lady had gone out, Rothgar slung the naked young master over his heavy shoulder and brought him out. From my post at the door, I saw the lithe body squirm as Rothgar carried him unceremoniously through the house. The servants who saw hardly gave a second look. It was better if they pretended not to see. It was delicious watching the young master squeal into his gag, desperate for their attention and rescue. I thought he had given up on that venture.

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"It's a bad idea to untether a lost soul in their own mind," Doctor whumper says, hands slipping under Whumpee's IV tube, "But once a fool...."

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@laurenpiplupfluff2 haiiiii! Here's your kidnapped/drugged Female Hero x Male Villain. Ty so so much for your patience. It was a crazy weekend but I hope I've made something you'll love <333 Thanks again for the ask! TW: Drugged. Kidnapped. Tied Down.

Hero can't remember how it happened. Not clearly, anyway. A prick on her neck, her knees giving out, something catching her before she could hit the cold concrete of the carpark. Now she's waking up in an unknown place that feels familiar somehow. "Oh lovely, you're awake." Hero frowns. She knows that voice too well. "Villain," she groans, fighting hard to come to. Her bones feel hollow and her limbs sluggish. "There, there, now, don't squirm so," Villain scolds her, "I finally got you comfortable." The bed is comfortable. One of those new fangled adjustable mattresses. If she didn't feel that her wrists had been clamped to the headboard, or that her ankles had ropes tying them to the bedposts, she'd have let herself sleep. But not now, and certainly not with Villain here. She feels a weight lay across her forehead. "How many--shit--how many milligrams?" "Only four. Didn't want to hurt you," she feels his breath on her cheek but his voice sounds painfully far away. "What day is it?" she asks, opening her eyes just enough to see Villain leaning over her. "Thursday." Gasping, she writhes on the bed, "No, no, no, I need to be in the city--" His hands snake along her middle. "Hey, take it easy." "But--but Supervillain--" "Don't worry about them." "He's gonna blow up the docks! There's--there's innocent people--" "It's already happened, Hero!" Villain says firmly. Hero drops back down on the bed. Her vision is blurry still but she stares, shell-shocked, at Villain. "So you drugged me, you kidnapped me--even though you knew this would happen?" She shoots ice from her hands, but it blazes into her shackles. "Fuck you!" she shouts, realizing he used a special set of restraints to contain her ice powers. "You lying, spineless bastard! You let him get away with this!" she wrangles an ankle out of one of her rope restraints, trying to kick him with everything she has. "And you couldn't even admit that to my face!" Villain catches Hero's ankles, pinning them down. "You wouldn't have come with me if I did." "I didn't come with you at all! You drugged me." There's anger in her voice, but pain too. As if she expected Villain to be better than that. Than this. For her. "What happened to all those promises, Villain? Are they just gone now? Is he more important than...than...?" She can't bring herself to say it. Not if it means nothing to him anymore. Villain lowers his eyes. "If we don't give him something small, he'll do something worse." "Right, because killing 157 men and women is something small?" "Because, an hour before the docks blew, there was an anonymous tip of a bomb threat," Villain says slowly, "And maybe the docks cleared out in time so that no one was there when the concrete blew." Hero looks towards Villain, her breath slowly down. "You mean--you mean nobody was there?" Villain smirks, finally daring to lean closer to her again, "I never did like how Supervillain gets so cocky in the final hours before his big plans. Almost like nothing can go wrong just because there's only a short time left for it to go wrong." Villain's hand curls on Hero's waist, "But, of course, you didn't hear it from me, Hero." Hero's head falls back on her pillow, glassy eyes staring at the ceiling, "Oh my god…" "Mmhmmm," Villain hums, nibbling at Hero's neck. His brow furrows when he hears the hitching in her throat, "Hey, hey, now, it's okay. Yeah, about three blocks are totaled and the city's gonna need federal aid to repair the docks but--" She turns and passionately kisses his lips. Villain catches her neck, holding the kiss. It's messy, like they are. She sinks back, "Thank you…" Somewhat heady, Villain grins, "…well, I didn't know the great Hero was into these kinds of things." Hero flushes, aware that he's noticed her hand shackles are bursting with ice crystals. He squeezes her neck gently. "My, my..." "Stop it, Villain." She turns away, biting down her teary smile, "You're such an asshole." He climbs onto the bed, fingering her supersuit's zipper before he begins to draw it down. "I know, Hero."

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Remember, nothing says "I love you" more than Caretaker helping Whumpee do menial tasks because Whumpee's bound limbs don't let them get very far.

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Hi!! And yay!!!

So I was just thinking it would be really cool to read this scenario from your perspective:

Hero drugged and kidnapped by Villain. Maybe Villain is obsessed with them romantically, or maybe Villain is trying to protect them from a larger threat. Or even both! I am fond of the female hero with a male villain, but gender neutral is totally good too! I love heroes with ice powers but feel free to give them whatever ability works best for you!!

And please only do it if you want to!

Holy moly, you're speaking my language <333

Especially in the female hero x male villain. Ugh, the possibilitiessss.

Okay okay, gimme a day or two and you gon get your drugged and kidnapped female hero >:)

Do you care about the length of the excerpt?

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Hi! Just discovered your blog, it's been a fun ride, keep up the awesome work!!

I have a wee question... do you take writing requests? Totally cool of not, just thought I'd ask!!!

AHHHHHHHH!!!! (Sorry, let me curb my excitement XD)

To answer your question: Yesss, I doo!!

Omg, I would love to take a writing request! What do you have in mind?

Gimme me all the deets! I wanna make it perfect <333

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(Variation of my other post)

What if, due to fighting villains so much, Hero contracts a serious illness that threatens to completely debilitate them.

Hero is nothing without their crime fighting work, so they seek out one of the best doctors in the city.

The doctor gives Hero a drug that keeps the illness in remission. But Hero needs to come in for injections twice a week.

Hero complies with this schedule religiously. After a few months, not only is the illness almost gone, but Hero feels better than they have in years.

And the doctor is so kind, so understanding. They never ask Hero where they get their bruises or broken bones, just patch them up good as new. As if they know exactly where Hero was injured.

For once in Hero's life, they are the ones being taken care of. They forgot how incredible that feeling was.

One day, the doctor steps out with a flustered nurse while Hero is getting injected.

"I'll be back soon," they promise on the way out. "Just sit tight and wait for me." Then with a swish of their doctor's coat, they disappear behind the door.

Hero obliges, letting the drug soothe the aches in their bones. But then the machine cuts off abruptly. Hero looks but the IV bag is still half full.

Confused, they ease off the operating chair. The plug is attached to the outlet. All the wiring seems fine.

Then Hero notices that the doctor left their clipboard behind. Hero's never read the clipboard. They can't even remember the last time the doctor let the clipboard out of their sight.

Hero knows they shouldn't but the notes are about them, after all. Besides, they want to know what the doctor thinks of all their strange injuries so poorly explained.

The first page is normal medical jargon. Hero flips through the second, third, fourth.

It's not until they reach the last page that they find handwritten notes.

"Strongest at .5 meters"

"Test 3mg more of Haepoxulin."

"Monitor activities during witching hour more closely."

"Do NOT taser right leg. Femur still healing."

Hero tested their step on their right leg. The leg felt healthy, better than healthy. What did the doctor--

A sharp pain shot up Hero's leg. Their knee buckles. Hero clutches the arms of the operating chair, agony locking them in place.

"You've been wanting to read that, haven't you?"

Hero's eyes whip towards the door. Supervillain stands in the doorway, holding the doctor's coat over their arm.

Hero tries to lunge, but the pain keeps them in place.

"What did you do to the doctor?" Hero yells, hatred burning from their gaze. "If you touched a hair on their heads, I'll--"

Supervillain shakes their head. "Ever the savior. To busy asking what I did to them," shaking out the coat, Supervillain pulls it over their shoulders, "to wonder what I did to you."

Hero's blood freezes. There's that roguish grin the doctor always wears, that stubborn cowlick the doctor can never comb down.

"You--you're--how?" Hero's heart twists with rage, confusion, hurt. "Was it all a lie?"

"Of course not. I couldn't have my favorite Hero dying. Who would thwart my plans? Life's so boring when everything goes your way," They press a small button on the device in their hand, "Don't you think, Hero?"

A thousand shock waves jolt through Hero's body. They crumple to the floor, writhing from the neurons coursing through their blood.

Supervillain clicks the button again. The agony stops at once. In its place, healing strength flows into Hero's muscles.

Hero's eyes roll back in their head. Consciousness weakens and the world swims into darkness.

Before Hero can fully pass out, they turn their head to ask Supervillain one more question: "Why...?"

Supervillain's, no, the doctor's roguish grin is the last thing Hero sees before the world goes dark.

"Why not, Hero?"

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Eldritch whumper who attaches themselves to a cancerous whumpee. The Eldritch nature of Whumper cancels out Whumpee's destructive body cells.

Healing comes at a price, of course. But is it one Whumpee regrets paying?

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POLL 3 RESULTS!!

Not now. How did Whumper find them? How did they know to look here? And of course, Whumper approaches mere minutes after Whumpee is completely immobilized by dark, thorn-ridden vines. Blood courses down their body, painting them crimson as a tortured rose for Whumper to pluck. There's a tender possessiveness in Whumper's red eyes as they regard Whumpee. "So this is where you're pretty little mind hides." Whumper kneels before them. Whumpee flushes when they realize Whumper is just as unclothed as they are. Whumper's pale skin is a stark contrast to the shadows in Whumpee's mind. Whumper's thin fingers trace the thickest vine. "Why do you let these these things take you?" "I can't stop them," Whumpee admits, afraid to even struggle lest the vibes cut deeper. They can tell Whumper is affected by the scent of their blood.

"Even in here, Whumpee?" "Especially in here. I'm not...I'm not brave," Whumpee chokes. "I can't even hide in mind because--they squeeze me until I faint. Then I wake up back in the cellar."

The fangs in Whumper's mouth sharpen. "The cellar isn't safe for you?"

"You can find--I can be found there." Whumpee says in a defeated voice.

"But at least," Whumpee smiles, tugging gently at one of the vines, "the cellar doesn't wrap you so tightly." Forced to follow the pull, Whumpee bites down a whimper. "It doesn't need to when you're there."

"But I am here now," Whumpee whispers, lowering their lips to taste the red dribbling from Whumpee's chest. "Why don't the vines take me, instead?"

"Because I know how much they hurt...and I don't hate you."

Whumper pauses their bloody kisses, raising their eyes to Whumpee's. Whumpee can't look. Their chest hitches and a fresh stream breaks out.

"Fuck--"

"Easy there," Whumper says. Their gaze is somber, gentle. "...so that's how it is, is it?"

Whumpee barks a laugh. "Oh come on, you knew that."

"But you didn't. I don't think it fair."

"I know."

"To you, Whumpee."

Whumpee winces under the vampire's gaze. "Don't look at me like that. Just--just drink and be done with it."

"Mmmm, the vines have done enough. They're the ones that hate you, after all."

Whumper's lips touch Whumpee's, fangs pressing softly into Whumpee's lower lip.

"Don't you?" Whumpee sighs into Whumper's kiss, voice heavy.

"Never." And Whumper bites Whumpee's lip. "Not while those vibes exist in your pretty little mind, my pet...."

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Twisted Worship

Whumper obsessed with Whumpee to the point of marveling at everything they do, whether Whumpee likes it or not.

Whumpee's scrambled eggs are always delicious, even when Whumpee purposely burns them.

Whumpee's body is always too beautiful not to love, even when Whumpee's hair starts falling out from the stress.

Whumpee's always so clever, even when they don't know the answer.

They just don't see themselves the way Whumper does.

Not yet.