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a stoic whumpee with a high pain tolerance and their whumper who knows that. so they also both know that all the little stuff—sharp, glancing slaps for mouthiness, grabbing them too hard, nails digging in for an otherwise gentle hold—is just for the fun of it. watching the bruises form for the satisfaction of remembering who put them there. the absence of fear is tolerable if whumper can see whumpee grapple with the evidence of being owned regardless.

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"You really think someone would do that? Just go on a crusade and tell lies?!"

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Further context on my vote because I can't stop thinking about it.

I voted "Sir" because I think it rolls off the tongue best and seems most natural for Tommy to blurt out mid-torture etc. However, I do also think it would be incredible if there was a Secret Special Nickname that Tommy is allowed to use if things get too bad.

Like a safe word but for torture. If he feels something is actually, horrifically wrong. Bleeding out kind of wrong. World going fuzzy kind of wrong. He has a Name he can call out that will Make Caius Stop and check on him/patch him up. An emergency-only type of situation that Caius knows is serious, and not the usual pleading.

Of course it has to be a name he wouldn't be tempted to use in any other circumstance, something Tommy would feel humiliation speaking, because saying it is a little like admitting to accepting/feeling it. My Love, or Wishmaster would be my vote on that. (though I'm sure calling it out too soon just to get a brief break from the pain would also be punishable) And adding on to that, I feel like Caius would enjoy hearing Tommy say it and at least a small part of him would want to force things to a place where he needs to say it. Which would just be a very enjoyable push-pull dynamic to explore between the two of them.

Per my recent update about Tommy being a bit of a social media star in the red room community…

Note: Caius is wearing a comedy mask, Tommy is unmasked

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Can we please talk about a whumper who binds whumpee's arms. It doesn't just have to be behinds whumpee's back.

A whumpee who's arms are tapped down to their side

A whumpee who's arms bound in front of them.

A whumpee who's arms are linked to a collar. I mean they'll have no choice but to keep their arms raised or constantly bent because if they move their arms too much they'll choke themselves.

If a whumper binds a whumpee's arms behind their back, whumpee has no choice but to rely on whumper for everything. Hair in their face, whumpee has to ask whumper to move it. Whumpee wants food? Well either they'll eat out of whumper's hand or from a plate on the ground.

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the thing is that boys belong in cages. people will try to tell you there are other places you should keep your boy but they're wrong. boys belong in cages. it's their natural place. thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

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saying “i want him” about the character but not in a romantic or sexual way . i just Require him i need to Obtain him

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the human mind is prone to catastrophizing when left unoccupied. And that’s why it’s important to always have a little Blorbo to rotate in your head. It acts as a protective charm of sorts to redirect your imagination away from harmful spirals

thoughts without Blorbo: oh my god I was so cringe in seventh grade why did I do that

thoughts with Blorbo: I haven’t considered the interactions with bleebus; I must rectify this immediately

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Add betrayal for an added kick!

"Whumpee" there as bait to bring someone else to get captured, and when their friend/teammate/whatever is caught, whumpee slips loose of their bindings and joins the bad guys side. "See I told you it would be that easy."

Bonus points on that one if whumpee is playing triple agent, and isn't actually on the bad guys side, but when they come to release/rescue their friends later it's incredibly hard to gain their trust again, almost ruining the whole thing.

Conversely, "caretaker" or teammates using whumpee as bait to capture the bad guy, only when the bad guy gets there instead of capturing them and setting whumpee free they just hand whumpee over and/or join forces.

Extra points on that one if whumpee is uneasy heading into the plan because the bindings are too tight and they can't slip them off, or because the team won't tell them the whole plan, and they're reassured with "well it has to look convincing, doesn't it?"

Hey y'all, tell me what ways you would twist the used as bait trope! (Asking for a friend. I swear. Hehehe. :) )

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thinking about “pliant” and “limp” and “ruined” and

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big fan of stories that, while undoubtedly being about the power of friendship, acknowledge that the power of incredible violence is just as important

the love was there. the love changed everything. the crowbar helped also

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Territory (2024) s01e06: “You’re a tough bastard, aren’t you?”

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Whumper slamming Whumpee into a wall, leaning in close and gripping them hard— painfully — by the face.

“You…are frustrating. You know that?”

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:)

Another request for @butter-and-too-much-bread , thank you!

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I really love whumpees getting dragged from their bed (especially if it’s like a kidnapping/capture situation) or woken up and suddenly BOOM there’s whump, or getting woken up with the whump- like getting kicked awake or getting cold water thrown over them to wake them up.

In other news, my cat woke me up by jumping directly on my rib cage.

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Big fan of whump that has the threat of something worse in the background. Where, yes, we took you prisoner and you're in a cell but there's a worse hole in the bowels of the castle and you don't want to go there. Or yes, we're keeping you chained up but at least you have the freedom to move to the end of your chain, don't make us take that small freedom away.

A basement with worse torments nagging at the back of their mind the whole time; a tiny cage that their body remembers with long-held aches even when they're out of it again; a deterrent against fighting back that makes them doubt it's worth doing because they did it once and don't want to feel it again.

Anything that creeps steadily to the front of the mind when they wonder if it's worth being a nuisance, or not giving up what's asked. The terrible knowledge that this is bad, but that is worse, and the only way to shift the balance between this and that is pleasing those you don't want to please in the first place or facing the consequences. Such a thin and delicate line to tread, a mental presence that makes it hard to rest.

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Another friendly reminder, you can very easily grab whumpees chin if they’re tied up. You can wrench their head to face you, controllingly keep them in place, really just invade their space.

You can also boop their nose with the tip of a knife or other weapon, for some extra fun

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"Am I a dog to you?"

inspired by @girlsdogmotif v amazing post <2

The car jerked to a stop.

Shuddering in the trunk, Sidekick squeezed their eyes shut, tears drying on their eyelashes. Their aching muscles, twisted into awkward positions, had gone numb—heavy—a long time ago.

The trunk door popped open with an automated hiss.

Villain stood over them, grinning. "Not so bold now, huh, punk?"

Everything slammed into place. The abduction. The showmanship. Villain’s signature cruelty dressed as charm.

Sidekick seethed into their gag, jaw aching with tension. Go to hell.

Villain laughed, teeth white. Bending down, he ruffled Sidekick's hair, starting from the base of their scalp and running his fingers up, up, up. Slow. Deliberate.

Sidekick flinched back, breathing hard and fast. Don't touch me.

Villain tsked and slapped Sidekick smartly. "Down, boy."

Not even the shadowy light could hide the burning in Sidekick's eyes or the sudden, stinging flush of humiliation.

Villain stepped back. "Get 'em out."

Villain's henchmen were more than happy to comply. They grabbed Sidekick's arms and hauled them out.

Fuck you guys too.

The garage's concrete floor smelled like dust, copper, and spilled blood.

Sidekick suppressed a gag, elastic muscles twitching in their throat-- could have been a combination of fear and nausea. Who knew.

The henchmen dropped them to the ground. And they collapsed, rubbery legs doing nothing to support them. With hands behind their back, they quite literally ate shit, hitting the ground with their shoulder and face.

"Mmm-ff!

Crismon pain exploded in their face, sensitive nerve endings scraped off and bruising skin left shredded.

Distorted laughter surrounded them.

Right, 'cause this is the kind of slapstick humor they like.

Villain knelt down and grabbed Sidekick's chin, ripping their head up.

"If you scream," he whispered, "There's no one to hear you but us."

Sidekick snarled into the gag. Hero will come.

"Hero isn't coming," Villain smiled. "I made sure of that."

Sidekick's confidence faltered and they looked away, everything suddenly throbbing.

Almost gently, Villain began to untie the outer part gag, letting the bloody layers drop away. The wad of cloth, buried so deep into Sidekick that it almost reached their trachea, remained. "Now, drop it." His grin had never left.

You're joking.

"C'mon boy, drop it." Villain's fingers dug into the sides of Sidekick's mouth, pinching, forcing Sidekick's torn mouth open.

Their stomach dropped, the world suddenly spinning.

More laughter from the henchmen.

Sidekick flushed a furious shade of red. They stretched their mouth around the wad of cloth and worked it out. They retched. Once, twice Finally, they coughed the thing out, dripping with saliva and copper blood.

Villain stroked Sidekick's trembling jaw. "There you go."

With an aching jaw, Sidekick slurred out, "Am I a...dog to you?"

Villain chuckled, blue eyes dangerously bright. "You were Hero's lapdog first. Now you're mine."

Then watch me fucking bite.