#whump beating

[whumpstuff1]

Pet/slave whumpee who was conditioned to behave via torture and beatings, lashing out through physical violence when feeling slighted or that someone else has stepped out of line.

[cassieloveswhump]

Blindfold your whumpees.

Tie their hands together over their head, and put those bindings onto a hook dangling from the roof so that their hands are secured above their head and they can't move away, then blindfold them. Leave them there until they're so tired they'd fall asleep if they could, then beat them up. Punch them in the stomach, and watch them be unable to curl up to protect themself, or use a crowbar if you want more force. Watch them work themself into a panic trying to anticipate and brace for the next blow, then strike at where they're most vulnerable. Rinse and repeat until satisfied.

Bonus marks if whumpee's arms are secured in a way that forces them to stand on their tiptoes in order to relieve the weight pulling on their shoulders, and with every blow they take they lose their balance and have to frantically resume their tiptoe position before their shoulder gets dislocated.

[whump-queen]

you know what I love?

a fucking maintenance beating.

whumpee didn’t do anything wrong, at least, not that they can remember. but tracing back in their memories is hard when they’re constantly getting kicked into the ground.

but this isn’t a punishment. they’ve been perfectly well behaved, as a matter of fact.

no, this beating isn’t corrective. it’s preventative.

whumper just does it to keep them in line.

[whumblr]

"A baton as your new weapon of choice?" Whumpee watched as Whumper spun the rod in his hands, and shrugged. Not like he could best them in a fight with that. "Fine by me." They snapped to action when the baton swung full force towards their face and swiftly caught it in one hand. "Easy to block anyway," they sneered.

"That's what I thought, too," Whumper acknowledged, putting more weight on the baton as if trying to brute force Whumpee down. "Which is why--"

A sudden cry rose up. Whumpee's eyes went wide. They shook violently, pain shooting from their hand all the way down, and their muscles all tensed, unable to release their grip on the baton. Then everything released and they slumped to their knees at Whumper's feet, who brought up the baton again.

"Which is why I went for the electric one."

[justmenoworries]

Dick Grayson Girlies (genderneutral): Yeah, Dick is at his most complex and interesting in not-ideal situations so we do like to see him suffer at times but y'know him being happy is good too- Matt Murdock Girlies (genderneutral): YES! YES!! THROW HIM THROUGH A WINDOW! BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!! STEAL HIS LUNCH MONEY!!! REND THE FLESH FROM HIS BONESSSS

[whumpdoyoumean]

The people have spoken! This year's Whump March Madness winner is...

Drugged!!!

Thank you for another great year!

Here are 6 excellent druggings for you to watch (or rewatch):

~Stranger Things, 3x06

~The Man From UNCLE (2015)

~White Collar, 1x10

~Endeavour, 4x02

~Constantine, 1x03

~9-1-1: Lone Star, 3x12

[egophiliac]

before episode 34: Kekera is the only fan of this godforsaken show who has a remotely healthy relationship with media.

after episode 34: frogman what have you done

[withdrawingramen]

just the visual of whumpee's limp, bloodied and bruised frame supported by two of whumper's henchmen, red dripping onto the floor from whumpee's mouth as they hunch forward weakly in the grasp of the two men, unable to keep themselves conscious any longer and whumper towering over their slouched figure.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

I see your "pet whump", and I raise you "Character A is pretending to be Character B's pet so they can go undercover"

Optional bonus angst includes:

- A is notorious for being anti-pet, so to make the cover work, they have to convince everyone they've had their memories wiped and truly believe they themselves are a pet.

- Even though A 'has no memory of it', the criminals they're after take full advantage of their new status to get revenge. A has the skills to fight back, but if they did, they'd blow the mission, so they just have to take it.

- B has to allow this treatment in order to win trust and successfully infiltrate the organization. The most they can do to protect A is tell the criminals to "not break my toy".

- B gets kidnapped, not because their cover is blown, but because one of the criminals sees them as a potential threat to their role in the organization. A can't do anything to save them. If these people learn who they are, everything will get so much worse.

- To make it believable, A has to lean into the stereotypical behavior that's expected from most pets: sweet, eager-to-please, and easily cowed into submission. They absolutely hate it.

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Whumpee shaking in their chains, bracing themself as well as they could muster as the whip fell again and again. Their back was in shreds, engulfed in pain that only seemed to grow and grow.

When whumper came to release their chains whumpee sobbed. Finally, finally, it was over.

But it wasn’t.

Whumper wasn’t taking them down, oh no, they hadn’t earned that yet.

No, whumper was simply adjusting them. Turning them. Preparing the skin on their chest and stomach for the last.

And somehow, that made the next strike even worse.

[marchtothefuckingsea]

you all like the trope of character being so delirious from their injuries that they don't realize someone on their team trying to help them, so they fight back, but I offer you: Character, delirious, weakly fighting someone trying to help them, but they finally recognize who it is and they fight even harder

[whumpers-inc]

GOd i fucking love it when they won't stay down

When the whumpee fights back and they know how it ends, blood, broken bones, restraints but they get back up again anyway because they won't, can't stay down. They're given an ultimatum and maybe it’s almost fair, they could take it, walk away with only shattered pride but they tear it up, put their fists up, because they won’t go down without a fight.

They’ve got a black eye, a split lip and their arm shouldn’t look like that but they’re taunting the whumper, make me, I dare you. Their knees buckle and they hit the ground but it doesn't stick. They’re begging but it’s a for another fight, another round.

Maybe there’s a loved one, maybe it’s for their team or maybe they just don’t know what’s good for them. But they’re back up, swaying, fists bunched, spitting blood, fiery eyes.

You want a fight? Come and get one

[cassieloveswhump]

Whump Prompt

Whumper tying Whumpee's legs together and their arms to their body behind their back, then looping a noose around their neck and tying it to their legs so they can't curl up/bend over without choking themselves. They can only stand straight/lie down while keeping their spine straight.

Now repeatedly push Whumpee to the floor and watch them hit the ground hard unable to break their fall with their hands, or kick them in torso area and watch them choke trying to curl up and protect their stomach.

[whumblr]

Whump prompt #65

The kick to their stomach blasted all air from their lungs, forced their body to curl up into a ball, a feeble attempt to protect their already battered bones.

They mewled a protest when they saw him raise his leg and they flinched, curling up even further. But his boot didn't stomp down like they expected; it settled almost gently against their shoulder and pushed them onto their back.

He settled over them, straddling their waist, grabbed their chin when they peeked a glance and forced them to look straight at him.

"Are those tears I spot, hm? Tears of pain?"

He brushed a finger up over their cheekbone, hummed when it remained dry and he noticed it was merely a glint in their eyes.

"My mistake." And he pulled back a fist. "Not yet, I guess."

[whumpasaurus101]

A scream ripped from Sidekick's chest, their back slamming against the metal chair as Villains stalked closer. Sidekick heaved in breaths, squeezing their eyes shut as they whimpered, "Pl-please... i swear I don-don't know-"

Villain chuckled, "Don't worry, doll-face, I'm not as interested in Hero anymore, I'm more interested in you..."

Sidekick's eyes blew open as Villain's fingers curled around the edge of their mask. "Nonono, Vi-Villian don't you dare!"

"Oh, someone trying to be brave? How pathetic. Henchman, hold them still."

Two hands planted heavily at the nape of Sidekick's neck, keeping them still as Villain ripped off the Sidekick's mask. It took them a moment to take in the other's face, blood painting their face, complimenting the bright blue eyes that stared up at Villain in total fear.

"Oh darling," Villain cooed, "Aren't you just beautiful... Henchman, grab me the brass knuckles, I want them begging me for mercy by the time I am done with them"

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[sassyandclassy94]

Back in 1936, God provided the ✨perfect✨ whump story…

…and it was Don Hume being sicker than a dog (with acute pneumonia) during the Olympics