#implied captivity

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Hands cupping their face, hurried kisses and touches, words of comfort, fearful glances back over their shoulder, footsteps getting closer, foreheads touching and a whispered "I'll be back for you" when a character is restrained or stuck is just 🤌 *mwah*

[whumpedupgood]

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[whump-in-the-closet]

💊 for the medical prompt ask game!

- @another-whump-sideblog

Forced to swallow pills

thanks for the ask!

cw: misuse of the medical practice, medical whump, noncon drugging, implied pet whump?, absolute fuckwit of a Whumper, implied torture, implied captivity, whumpee is in their late teens but called "kiddo"

Whumper talked with the doctor like she was an old friend, one hand clamped over Whumpee's shoulder.

Whumpee didn't know despair felt like nausea. They swayed on their feet, colors blurring. They knew that under the frigid, fluorescent light of the doctor's office, they looked like shit.

Powerless.

Miserable.

Hair too long and clothes too big, clearly borrowed. They weren't wearing shoes and stood in their socks, wiggling their toes on the tiles.

"Whumpee," Whumper smiled their name, one thumb tracing their cheek.

Whumpee snapped out of it. "Huh?"

Whumper's expression darkened and his grip tightened on their face, squeezing their chin.

Wrong answer.

"Sorry--" Whumpee choked. "Sir, sorry!"

Whumper's grip relaxed and he moved to place a hand on the small of Whumpee's back.

Whumpee stiffened when he pressed down on the fresh wounds. "I said sorry!" The defiance was a spluttering flame, dying out every second it was exposed to the light. It was quickly replaced with terror-- synonymous with Whumper's smile.

But Whumper was talking again, guiding them to the small bed. "See," he said to the doctor. "I can have them ready for service within a week, but..."

The doctor shrugged "It's a tight schedule." She looked from Whumpee, who sat on the edge of the bed, to Whumper. Sighed. "After this, don't bring any more of your strays in here."

Whumper chuckled, and it was a dangerous sound.

Whumpee flinched without meaning too.

The doctor frowned. "I mean it."

"Sure, sweetheart."

The doctor ignored him and started writing down notes on her clipboard. She rifled through her cupboards before pulling out an orange, unnamed bottle from the back. With tired movements, tapped two pills into the palm of her hand.

She crouched next to Whumpee with the pills and a glass of water. "Hey, kiddo." Her voice was kinder than they expected. Calming, like the sound of the ocean in a seashell.

"H--hey."

"You're going to be okay," said the doctor.

They looked up.

Her eyes were brown and exhausted, holding a weight to them that Whumpee didn't quite understand. "Really?" They wanted to believe her.

They wanted to believe her so badly. They were ready to cling on to any comfort, any hope thrown at them.

The doctor dropped her gaze. "No," she whispered, the word escaping without her meaning for it to.

Whumpee shrank back.

"But you should take these." She offered the pills.

The nausea became stronger. Whumpee tried to push them away, shaking their head. "No! I'm not-- I don't want--"

It was no use.

Whumper grabbed their wrists, pinning them behind their back with minimal effort. He nodded to the doctor, impatience edging its way into his voice. "Get on with it. I don't have all night."

The doctor refused to meet Whumpee's eyes as she pinched their nose shut.

It was a brief struggle.

Flailing limbs and black in the corners of their vision.

The pills swallowed.

Whumpee gagged. And gagged again.

Whumper released them, and they doubled over coughing. If they cried, they didn't realize it. They were trembling, limbs hardly their own.

Nothing was their own.

Nothing.

They dry heaved.

Whumper ruffled their hair and picked them up. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

Whumpee's vision slid into shadows and vague shapes. The corners became fogged over and the sudden sensation of being lifted filled their head with white noise-- like the sound of the ocean distorted through a sea shell.

[uriswhumpchamber]

Whumpee who is used to having an extremely strict routine - they go to bed at a specific time, and wake up at sunrise. Their entire day runs on a schedule. They don't need to keep that routine anymore, but it brings them comfort to - or maybe they just haven't gotten to a point in recovery where it feels safe to break it.

They're very much not an early bird: going to sleep so early is almost impossible, and they're used to napping through the day, if they can. Being sleep deprived is not helping with recovery, though.

Their social group does not know why they're like this. Maybe they assume it's part of recovering, and not part of the trauma. Following the above: Maybe there's an inside joke about Whumpee's slight overuse of caffeine to stay awake during social outings/work/clases/etc.

There's a sudden change in their schedule. Maybe they have to stay up late, maybe they cannot have lunch at exactly the time they "have to". Maybe they oversleep. Of course Whumpee panics.

Following the above: someone notices and finds out why Whumpee follows that routine.

Alternatively: someone notices, but Whumpee manages to lie to them. Do they believe the lie?

[withdrawingramen]

cw: implied long-term captivity & torture, loss of identity post captivity, change in the world view

whumpee always thought that in the entirety of the fucked up world, there was some good. someone will sympathize, someone would stand up against wrong, and communities inherently stick with each other, and they'd be a part of the world in some way or the other. but within the duration of all their torture and after being taken out of whumper's grasp, this belief starts to feel more and more alien.

more so when they recall how whumper laughed in their face as they begged to be let go, how whumper's fingers curled in their hair as their half-conscious figure failed to stay awake, and through all the delirium and pain they'd hear every single day; "nobody's coming for you. you'll leave only once i'm bored."

more so when they stare at their clothes churning in the washing machine, when the random stranger in the local laundry noticed them struggling and helped turn the machine on, wondering how such a mundane task required assistance. or when seemingly kind wishes for recovery seem to be forced, attempts at common courtesy disguised as concern. and when they realize they can't remember how to even cook their own favorite recipes anymore, let alone eat without throwing up, or remember how to change the wheels of their bike they cherished so much, or how the tune of that one song went, what their loved ones liked, or how it felt to be a person, they lose a part of themselves they didn't realize they'd been clinging on to.

nothing felt like theirs to choose. whumpee was nothing but remnants of pain, an unfeeling being made of ideals thrust upon them. and it didn't seem to bother those around them. their neighbour down the street still went to work, the university student next door would still blast loud music deep into the night, and whumper would still linger in their head.

and as whumpee gazes at the reflection of their pale, bruised and marred skin in front of the mirror of some random shop, the harsh realization of it all dawns upon them that they were nobody right now, and they didn't know if they even existed before it all. they were nobody without pain. it didn't matter to them, it didn't matter to anyone else. they knew nothing about what it was to be free anymore, and oh, oh does the world truly move on around them regardless

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

Put your whumpee in the rain

Tie them up and make them sit out in the freezing cold, pouring rain. Just for a night.

See how relived they are to be back inside

Maybe their basement/cell/room doesn’t seem so bad now after all

It also shows them that whumper is confident enough that they won’t be found since they left them out in the open

Bonus points if they get hypothermia

[morbidmira]

Caregiver Whump / Multiple Whumpees Prompts

Caregiver tries to pull Whumpee up from where they're dangling from a cliff/tall building, only to fall themselves (or for them and Whumpee to fall)

Turning themselves in so Whumpee can be released

Alternatively, begging to be hurt instead of Whumpee

Multiple Whumpees/prisoners banding together to protect the youngest/smallest/most fragile whumpee(s)

Mourning/crying at the bedside of a gravely injured teammate, beating themself up over the fact they couldn't protect them

Caregiver being forced to choose which of their friends/loved ones gets hurt

Caregiver can hear Whumpee being tortured, but can't see what's being done to them due to being blindfolded or in a separate room

Caregiver falls ill while caring for Whumpee, but they can't stop to take care of themself because Whumpee is in "worse shape"

[whump-allthe-way]

whumpee being so dehumanised and stripped of their human rights that when they’re rescued a simple “what do you want for dinner?” sends them spiralling >>

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Whumpuary 2024 Day 13

13. (Jan 25-26) Left to die / Barely Conscious / "I'm Fine" 

cw stabbing, left for dead, intimate whumper, implied captivity 

���You're so pretty like this,” they said, stroking Whumpee’s hair. “Scared. Desperate. Hopeless. It’s a good look on you.” 

Whumpee sputtered, coughing up a mouthful of blood when Whumper pulled the knife out of their stomach. “W-why...” Their fingers slipped from Whumper’s shirt as they sank to their knees. 

Whumper shrugged. “I’m tired of you. I think it’s time I found a new plaything.”  

“B-but you...” Whumpee struggled to get the words out, hands clutching the wound that was steadily gushing blood. 

Whumper gave them a look of mock surprise and cooed, “Oh, honey—did you really believe me when I said I loved you? You’re dumber than I thought.” 

Whumpee’s tear-filled eyes drifted down to their hands, but the sight of so much blood made them dizzy. Their eyes rolled back, and they swayed on their knees. 

“What a shame,” Whumper sighed as they collapsed to the ground. “You were certainly the most obedient pet I've had in a while. But I get bored so easily.” 

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[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

For the mermaid ask can you do 1+6+8 you write really cool stuff 💕

Hi Ha-Ha Whump! Thanks so much for the kind words! Sure I can write this for you! Thanks for requesting this, here you go! P.S. I know mermay is long over but hey, it's still summer over here! And mermaids are relevant all year long in my opinion! Thanks for your patience while I got around to this!

From this ask game

The waves lapped at the shoreline like a mother pulling a blanket up to her child’s chin. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, painting the sky with a pink and orange hue. Bits of wood and metal littered the beach, coated in salt and sand.

Caretaker picked their way through the wreckage, looking for any survivors. They had the lighthouse beacon on all night, but some poor ship had managed to get dashed on the rocks all the same. Upon seeing the ripped, black flag with the skull and crossbones amongst the driftwood, Caretaker realized that this might not have been a bad thing.

A splash made Caretaker whip their head around. Something was writhing in the sunken ship’s net. A pirate? A pirate’s prisoner? Regardless, they were a survivor, and Caretaker hoped to keep it that way. They rushed over to the spot, untangling the person trapped inside. They were so entangled that only their upper half was remotely visible.

They looked up at Caretaker with fearful eyes. Their long hair clung to their face and torso, dirtied with sand. Red welts littered their pale body. A pirate’s prisoner then.

“It’s alright,” Caretaker said, “you’re lucky to be alive. I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

The person didn’t speak, just gave a tiny nod. Caretaker started working on their lower half, and gasped when the net fell away to reveal a shimmering fish’s tail.

So more than a pirate’s prisoner- a pirate’s trophy, a pirate’s pet; a captured mer. Now that Caretaker took a closer look, those freckles on the person’s face looked more like little blue scales. Those scars on their neck? Gills. And hidden behind their curtain of hair were webbed ears.

“Are you going to hurt me?” The mer asked as if they knew the answer already.

“Wha- no, of course not,” Caretaker said, eliciting a look of surprise from the mer, “I said I was going to take care of you.”

Now that the creature was free, Caretaker could get a better look at their lower half. Their tail was littered with cuts and was missing scales in various patches. There was no way they’d be able to swim with it. It was decided then.

“My name is Caretaker,” they started slowly, “I’m going to pick you up now if that’s okay.”

“P-please don’t,” the mer said, shrinking back.

“But you’ll die if I leave you out here on your own,” Caretaker reasoned, “I promise I won’t hurt you, I just want to help.”

The mer thought it over for a long moment. They looked up at Caretaker and nodded. Caretaker smiled in a way they hoped was calming. They scooped the mer up in a bridal carry.

“..umpee,” the mer mumbled.

“Hm? What was that?”

“Whumpee,” the mer repeated, a little more audibly, “my name is Whumpee.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Whumpee,” Caretaker said, “I’m gonna get you all fixed up, okay?”

Caretaker began the walk from the beach to their lighthouse near the cliffs. They had no idea how to take care of a mer, but darn it, they were going to try.

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Whump dialogue #58

"Hm, aren't you the stoic one," Whumper mused as he circled Whumpee, unable to draw out a sliver of fear. He stopped right in front of them and looked them in the eye, making sure they’d catch the swiftest glance towards Caretaker.

"I wonder what I could do to make you fly at me in a fit of rage..."

[whumperofworlds]

grocery store whump prompt:

whumpee dragging themselves to the store while injured/sick/exhausted because they need food, only to find the one thing they were looking for is just. not. there. Shelf empty, spent all that energy going to the store for NOTHING.

Bonus points if they needed the thing for whumper and they're in for an ass-whooping if they return without it.

THAT WAS ME YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS LOOKING FOR SOME DOTS CANDY (minus the Whumper part LOL). They were out ;_; I want some Dots...

I love this so damn much ROFL. Poor Whumpee.

BONUS: Someone--maybe Caretaker--sees Whumpee and recognizes them, but either A. Felt they imagined that, or B. They called the authorities but they weren't believed.

[silencedvoices]

June of Doom Day 5

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” | Bite | Swelling | Disfiguration |

Caretaker gasped as they saw Whumpee's hand swollen and bleeding.

"Whumpee! What happened? That looks terrible!"

"Eh, it's not as bad as it looks. Just accidentally slammed it in the door.

"Don't lie to me. Let me go get the first aid-"

"No, really. It's not that bad. It barely even hurts. I'll be fine."

Caretaker sighed, "If you say so."

Caretaker came back a while later to see Whumpee cradling their hand with a pained expression on their face. Whumpee quickly hid behind a smile as Caretaker walked in. Caretaker looked at them sternly as they noticed bruises blooming on Whumpee's face.

"I know you didn't just slam your hand in the door. Would you like to tell me what happened?"

"Uh... not really?"

Caretaker glared at them.

"Okay! I just got in a fight. No big deal."

"No big deal?! You can't just hide things like that from me Whumpee. This is happening way too often."

Whumpee thought for a moment. "I mean, where do you think I got it from? You used to get in fights all the time."

"Yeah, but I was a spy! You're not."

"Wellll, it's not that different. You never know when Whumper might snatch me off the street again," Whumpee laughed.

Caretaker couldn't argue with that. Whumpee hadn't been this animated since before Whumper, and they were even making jokes about it.

Caretaker's lips quirked into a half smile, "What will I ever do with you Whumpee?"

[whumping-times]

Whumpee wakes up in a bed. A soft bed, so different than the cold floor their used to. They hear beeping of machines, their body hurts, everything hurts. But they can feel bandages and given how numb the pain feels, they assume pain killers. The window is open, they can smell fresh air for the first time in… weeks? Months? They don’t know.

Whumpee looks around. Light blue walls, a small bedside table with a flower and letters. So many letters. Yet, the thing that makes whumpee’s heart soar in relief, what tells them that yes, this isn’t another cruel trick of Whumper’s, but they are actually safe, is caretaker, sleeping in the chair next to them. Holding whumpee’s hand, wrapped in bandages themselves. Whumpee can feel how raw caregivers hands are, can see how their finger pads are healing from where they were basically scratched off.

Whumpee smiles, tightening their grip on Caretaker’s hand. “They should probably be in a bed themselves,” they think.

But they know that caretaker would’ve had to be tied down to stay away from Whumpee. After everything that happened.

They remember the fire, the smoke. The way they heaved as they tried to get air, the way they tried, they tried so hard, to pull their chains off, get away, run to the people they could hear outside. Run from the burning prison around them. They remember the way their body sank, even further than they already have as hope truly was lost for the final time.

But they remember caretaker, before they passed out. The desperate cries, the pleas for them to ‘just hold on’ and ‘helps on the way’. They could feel the chains being pulled, as caregiver desperately tried to get them off. The way caretaker coughed as they fastened their own mask to whumpee’s face.

Whumpee can’t help but laugh. Deep, croaks of a chuckle from a voice that’s done nothing but scream for so long. Caretaker, who Whumpee has had so many arguments with about ‘self-sacrifice’, so quick to dismiss their own words for Whumpee. Whumpees body shakes with every small chuckle. Ripples of pain course through them with every shake.

They wince, but can’t help themselves. They’re alive. Caretakers alive. Caretaker came for them. They weren’t abandoned. Of course they weren’t, no matter what Whumper told them, they knew caretaker wouldn’t give up until they were dead.

Their soft movements wakes caretaker. Deep circles under their eyes, exhaustion in every inch of their face, caretaker watched whumpee, almost not sure if they were actually awake.

Whumpee smiles. “Now,” their voice, cracking as every syllable sounds. “When was the last time you actually slept?”

[moonstonewhump]

“Your friends are looking for you.”

The word is soft, gasped out slowly. “What?”

It can’t be true. Can it?

“They’re still looking for you.”

The shadows deepen; his eyes glint with blistering amusement; his lips warp into that taunting curl.

“They should give up. They won’t find you.”

[sunshiline-writes]

DRABBLE: The Train Station

CW: implied captivity Whump, implied conditioning, I think that's it?

Caretaker stood waiting in the busy train station, impatiently tapping their foot on the ground. Yesterday was the first time they’d heard from Whumpee in months. They’d been so worried that something happened to them. But the text yesterday eased that anxiety a bit. However, it caused a new one. ‘Meet me at the station at 5:00pm’ the text had stated bluntly. It was so unlike Whumpee, so.. cold. Usually their texts were excited, filled with caps letters pressed on accident, and lots of emojis. There was none of that now. 

They were so busy in their thoughts they didn’t even notice Whumpee standing behind them until they lightly tapped Caretakers shoulder. They spun around. 

“Oh Whumpee! I missed you! Where have you been? I’ve been loo-“ Caretaker stepped forward to embrace Whumpee but they stepped back, effectively dodging them. “Hey.. Whats wrong? Are you okay?” Whumpee looked tired. No longer bristling with energy like they used to. It was strange not to see a smile on their face. They held an envelope in their hand and they were shaking. 

“Whumpee?” 

“They told me to give this to you,” Whumpee practically whispered, shoving the envelope in their hand, eyes filling with tears. 

“Hey Whumpee?” “I have to go now.” They said, stepping back, disappearing into the crowd. Caretaker tried to go after them, but they lost them in the rush of people exiting and entering trains to get home. When they got home, the envelope contained a note and a single flash drive. ‘For Caretaker’ it read. When they inserted it into the computer and pressed play, their ears were met with Whumpee’s screams.