#whumpee

[thestudsystem]

What about a pet/conditioned Whumpee wearing a collar, out in public with Whumper, who is holding the leash attached to the collar. Sometimes Whumper would make Whumpee sit, roll over, do tricks, even to go far as to give them dog food and call them a good boy for it.

But eventually, bystanders file a complaint to the police of public indecency and strange behavior of both Whumpee and Whumper.

When the police arrive, they find that Whumpee isn't speaking, Whumpee won't say a single word. Only shake their head and stick their tongue out at the police in annoyance.. how these men would dare to separate them and their owner.

Then eventually, Whumpee finds themselves in custody of the police, being interrogated.

"Is the man abusing you?" "Are you being held against your will?" "Is that your father?"

And Whumpee is confused, these mean people are keeping their owner in another room.. are they hurting him? no, don't respond. Don't give these people anything. they aren't your owner-

So they contact a citizen offered for special occasions to come in by police, a somebody with a case yet still opened.

It's caretaker.

Whumpee and caretaker exchange a look at each other, both not taking their eyes off each other. Whumpee in a collar sat down in the interrogation seat, and Caretaker all dressed up, standing in the doorway.

"That's them, officer. that's Whumpee."

And Whumpee breaks.

[crimsons-whump-pile]

whumper that gags their captive and then tells them they’ll let them go if they just ask for it. whumpee struggles and struggles to get the words out from behind the gag, tries their hardest to make some sort of legible sound, but to no avail — and all the while, whumper circles them, reminding them over and over that all the pain can stop if they just ask nicely.

[acornsandacorns]

you know what? Fuck you. *turns your strong and stoic and serious character into a crying, traumatized, whimpering, curled up mess in the floor*

[cyberwhumper]

Vina thought losing his mind would be easier.

        He imagined it would be kind of a peaceful descent, like whipped cream sliding off a child’s forgotten ice cream sundae and dripping quietly to the floor, to be efficiently wiped up by a crisply dressed and unobtrusive maid while the party cracks merrily on around her.

        Huh. That simile kind of got away from him. Ice cream would be nice, he thinks absently. Cold and soothing. His throat is horribly sore, raw from the tubes and surgical instruments the doctor has shoved down into him, aggravated by the hours of crying that he can’t quite make stop. But ice cream is probably not on the list of luxuries afforded to caged rats like Vina. And besides, he doubts his newly refurbished organs would be able to handle anything richer than the bland kibble formula he’s served.

         Where was he? Ah, right. Losing his mind.

        It’s been going in fits and starts. He’s far too aware of it all; the days at a time in which he’s left to his own devices in that blank clean concrete cell give him nothing to do but listen to the nagging voices inside his head, failure useless alone alone alone, until the sight of scrub-clad ordelies coming to retrieve him feels more like salvation than a gallows walk. Even the doctor’s touch has started to feel sweet, which is how he really knows he’s cooked—he almost looks forward to his testing sessions, now, despite the agony, because the pain is a stimulus, something external he can hold on to, to prove to himself that he’s alive and real and not totally, terminally alone. He’s aware that that’s insane, of course, but what can he do? He gave up his right to complain when he signed his life away, innocent and stupid, a sacrificial lamb at the altars of chemistry and chrome and cold hard cash.

        He’s not sure how long it’s been since his last trial. His sense of time, compared to his sanity, has gone easily, washed away in peroxide showers and swirling hypnotically down the cell’s floor drain. He sniffles, curling his knees tighter against his chest and squeezing his eyes closed like it will hold back the tears. His chrome hand still feels alien, cold and hard and not at all comforting as he presses it against his aching ribs.

        The voices start up whispering again. Not hallucinations—then again, he thinks darkly, that would be the next logical step in the whole “losing his mind” process—but memories, every little wounding barb that’s ever lodged itself in his psyche announcing its presence again.

        Failure.

        Useless.

        Look at you, Vincent. You’re helpless on your own. You can’t do anything right.

        Stop trying. Just…stop.

        Behave.

        If you keep this up, you’ll end up alone.

        He chokes on a sob. His mother was right all along.

        And he is horribly, painfully, maddeningly alone.

[Fic by the exceptionally talented @bxtterflystxtches , who I have the honor of collaborating with for this event. Please show him some love!]

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[nonadreamsnworse]

some self indulgent whump art after a couple pose studies

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee would freeze up anytime the whumper was brought up, and it was making hiding what had happened to them harder and harder. Even small reminders like the sound of metal against stone, or the sound of a blade being drawn made the whumpee scared. People had started to ask questions, and the whumpee was growing more and more defensive.

[lumpywhump]

I will post this as many times as I want bc it's my fucking blog (shhhh don't tell spaceboy I said that)

Magic/superpowered whumpee in a restraint that draines their power, but that's not all it does. Whumpee is completely drained. They have no energy. They can't properly move. Their mind is foggy. Their body aches. They can't hold themself up. Whenever they're taken somewhere, they have to be carried or dragged. They can't even resist against what's happening, let alone try to escape. People are poking and prodding them and all they can feel is the hazy blanket wrapped around them, or is that the air?

it's my favorite trope!!!! Bc it's so so sosososososoososos good!!! AUGHHHHH! SCREAMING!

[whumppromptoftheday]

whumpee is the only one who can keep living weapon under control, so what happens when whumper takes them?

[whumporama]

A character who keeps telling people they're really not a good person. Yes, they help people out and they're nice, but if someone has to die, they'd kill them. And they won't feel bad about it. They have done it before, so, so much blood on their hands.

They just... don't really value life that much. Not their own, and not of others.

And they tell others this, but people won't believe them. Surely, under all that, there is a soft cinnamon roll? Surely, deep down, they're good?

But Character knows that deep down, they're not good. That's what is deep down, and they wishes people would stop trying to see what is 'deep down'.

They told them. It's not their fault they won't believe them. It's not their fault when they inevitably will be disappointed because of the standards they set. That they'll look at character with that disappointed stare, that they'll leave them.

[mj-iza-writer]

Warning mouth whump

Whumptober Day 12

Starvation - Underground Caverns - Cannibalism - "just a little more"

Whumpee moaned as Whumper worked.

"Just a little more, my dear", Whumper sang as they pulled the needle through Whumpee's lips.

Blood dripped from the stitching that held Whumpee's lips tightly together.

All Whumpee could taste was blood as it seeped into their mouth. Whumpee hated when Whumper had these bright ideas.

"Do you need a drink?", Whumper noticed the blood, "I left a gap to allow a straw, I promise I'll cut you loose once I take my pictures."

Whumpee nodded, "wease", they tried.

"No no, don't try to talk", Whumper slid the straw into Whumpee's mouth carefully, "you could pull my work apart, and we'd have to restart."

Whumpee gave a concerned look.

"I didn't think you'd like that thought", Whumper chuckled.

Whumpee swallowed a few gulps of water.

"Done?", Whumper waited patiently.

Whumpee nodded slightly.

"Okay good", Whumper slid the straw out, "I just have a few more to do then I'm done."

Whumpee celebrated to themself, this wasn't the most painful thing they had endured, but they couldn't make their normal "I hate this" comments.

Whumpee glared at Whumper when some of the thread knotted and had to be forced through their skin.

"Oh relax, I've done worse. I kind of like how quiet you are though, besides the grunts, moans, and winces I think this is the quietest you've been in a while", Whumper pulled the thread taught and tied it off, "you can complain all you want after I remove it. How does that sound?"

Whumpee poked Whumper's arm and pointed at the water.

Whumper worked the straw into Whumpee's mouth again and let them take a few gulps.

"Okay time for pictures", Whumper stood and led Whumpee into the makeshift photo room.

Whumpee roled their eyes, knowing they would be at this for a few hours. Whumper would have them do a hundred poses for their sick photo journals they kept.

Whumpee gasped weakly in a stress position.

"This is the last one, I promise", Whumper grinned as he took several pictures from different angles, "we've been at this for a while, you've lost a lot of blood. It's all over my props now", Whumper looked around.

Whumpee lowered themself to the floor, they shook tiredly.

"Okay, I can tell you're feeling it. Let's get those lips opened", Whumper sighed as they stepped over to Whumpee, and picked them up.

Whumpee rested their head against Whumper's chest as they were carried to the bathroom.

"My, you must be tired if you are this cuddly", Whumper chuckled as they set Whumpee on the sink counter, "did I overdue it again?"

Whumpee nodded weakly.

Whumper carefully cut the threads and gently pulled a few from the skin.

Whumpee winced as they felt the string moving through their skin.

Whumpee pulled away from Whumper and started to breathe heavily.

"Okay, okay, just a few more pieces", Whumper frowned and tried to grab another string to pull out, "I'll give you something to numb your mouth after I clean it."

The string felt like it was burning as it was pulled through the lips.

"Ow ow ow", Whumpee couldn't stand it any more, "this is absolutely horrible", they clasped their hand over their mouth, "no more."

"I have to get the thread out and clean it, or would you rather deal with an infection", Whumper frowned, "your choice."

"How many more are there?", Whumpee struggled to talk, moving their lips was horrible.

"It looks like two, I can pull them out at the same time. It might hurt worse though", Whumper grinned.

Whumpee glared at them, "you suck."

"There's my loud and annoying slave", Whumper smiled as they grasped the two strings and pulled them out, "I'll let you get all of the complaints out of your system."

"OUCH!!!", Whumpee yelled as tears started to come to their eyes.

Whumpee covered their mouth again as their lips started to burn more.

"I honestly think the skin was already healing and sticking to the thread", Whumpee whined, "it felt like it was being torn away."

Whumper looked over the thread.

"Let's get you cleaned up", Whumper stood.

"Can I, can I say a few choice words to you Master, without punishment", Whumpee watched them grab the items for cleaning.

"I don't care, let's hear it", Whumper chuckled, "I guess I deserve it for making you do this. Plus, it normally gets your angst out. You normally go back to my semi-obedient slave afterwards."

"This shit fucken sucks. This is the worst fucken thing you've done to me I think", Whumpee complained.

"Does my home look like a ship? No, then stop cussing like a sailer ", Whumper frowned at Whumpee, "I'm giving you permission to let out your anger and say some things I know you wouldn't say under normal circumstances, but you are not allowed to swear that much."

Whumpee frowned, "shit fuckity shit."

"Okay", Whumper sighed before squeezing Whumpee's cheeks together, causing their lips to pucker.

Whumpee gasped at the pain, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry", they kicked their feet against the cabinet frantically, "you agreed to no punishments."

Whumper watched as bloody saliva dripped from Whumpee's mouth.

"I am allowing you to say your peace, you will be respectful of the house rules. I know swearing happens occasionally, but we will act as if we have some manners", Whumper let go, "it is not a right for you to say what you want right now, I am giving you permission. Some masters wouldn't be this kind. Am I clear?"

"Y-yes master", Whumpee's lip quivered.

"Now do you have anything else to say about your experiences today?", Whumper continued to clean the wounds.

"Can you find a hobby that does not involve me getting hurt, please", Whumpee frowned as Whumper pulled out a tube, "what is that?"

"This is orajel, it's a numbing agent. People use this to numb sores, especially around the mouth", Whumper grinned, "I bought it just for you because I knew this would be a little more uncomfortable for you. After this I'm going to look over the pictures. You can do what you like for the rest of today."

Whumpee looked at Whumper sadly.

"What's that face for?", Whumper opened the tube.

"I-I don't know", Whumpee frowned, "I was hoping we could um... nevermind."

"Are you losing your adrenaline rush already, you've barely even told me off. You must be really tired", Whumper gently applied some of the ointment to inner and outer parts of Whumpee's lips.

"Do they feel numb yet?", Whumper knelt down.

Whumpee just nodded.

"This isn't like you at all, you normally complain a lot more than that", Whumper looked them over with concern, "even when you are normal, you are more vocal than this."

"What's the point", Whumpee sighed, "you are still going to hurt me regardless. You think it's funny when I do complain, and I can't say how I am truly feeling. You got the pictures you wanted. There is no reason to fight."

Whumpee looked down, "may I be dismissed?"

Whumper helped them down from the sink.

"Uh, be careful with, you know, your numb lips", Whumper watched them walk away.

"Geesh, I think I actually broke them this time", Whumper looked into the mirror, "this isn't the worst thing I've done either. What made this the breaking point?"

Whumper couldn't even stand to look at the pictures for the rest of the day. The guilt was eating at them.

Whumper scratched their head late into the night trying to figure out what to do for Whumpee to make it up to them. They truly didn't want Whumpee upset.... that would be no fun.

The next morning Whumpee came into the living room.

"Master, may I have some more of that ora-um thingy. My lips are tingling, and it hurts", Whumpee looked down shyly.

"Yes", Whumper got up from the couch, and they both walked to the bathroom.

"Can I ask why you seemed to have been more bothered than normal. I know I've done worse to you, but yesterday you seemed more bothered than normal", Whumper applied the ointment, "you didn't even complain as much."

"I don't know Master, I know I'm your property, but it's hard to not have a say sometimes", Whumpee sighed, "I know I could have it worse, but sometimes I wish I can pick an activity."

Whumper listened.

"I understand", Whumper sighed, "how about this? Five activities. Since we have no plans today, you can select five things to do, I don't care what. We can do them today. Will that help?"

"Really Master, you mean it?", Whumpee looked at them excitedly.

"Yes", Whumper chuckled, "if it's anything in public you have to wear a face mask to cover up your lips though. I'll wear one as well so we don't stand out."

Whumpee tried to smile, "ouch, that sounds like fun."

"So what's first?", Whumper grinned.

"Can we get ice cream?", Whumpee gave a pleadful look.

"Yes we can start there, then what?", Whumper smiled.

"Can we go shopping?", Whumpee crossed their fingers.

"Shopping, what are you wanting from the store", Whumper was quite curious, Whumpee should of had everything they needed."

Whumpee looked down bashfully.

"Don't be embarrassed, I just want to know what you are wanting or needing", Whumper frowned.

"I was um, I was hoping to get a new book and a new um jacket", Whumpee looked down awkwardly, "and a stuffed toy", they mumbled.

"What was that last part? A stuffed toy?", Whumper lifted Whumpee's chin.

Whumpee nodded, "yes, I'm sorry. The last time we were in the store, I um saw some really cute ones. I've thought about it since."

"Why didn't you tell me while we were there", Whumper sighed, "I don't mind you asking for things you know. I'm not that heartless of a master."

Whumpee nodded, "I was embarrassed for wanting a stuffed toy Master."

"Don't be embarrassed, what's next. You get three more", Whumper wrote a few things into their phone.

"Really, I thought that would count as the third one", Whumpee smiled.

"Can I have a long bath? And a movie night?", Whumpee grinned sheepishly.

"Yes, and yes", Whumper grinned, "one more."

Whumpee tried to think, that was everything they really wanted.

"May I make a suggestion?", Whumper saw the delay.

Whumpee nodded.

"How about I order in dinner, you won't have to cook tonight. We can also get lunch out today... my treat", Whumper stood.

Whumper set out two tray tables in the living room and then carried out the meals for Whumpee and themself.

Whu was cuddling with their new stuffed toy and skimming through the new book until they looked up and saw the food.

Whumpee smiled excitedly as they watched Whumper sit down and grab the remote.

"Tell me... was today a little bit better of a day", Whumper bumped the remote against their chin in thought.

"Yes Master, I had so much fun. The ice cream after lunch. You taking me shopping... I wish we could do this every day", Whumpee held up their stuffed animal, "it's so cute."

"I'm glad you had fun. We won't be able to do this every day, but I will try to remember to let you pick special activities every once in a while. I do put you through a lot, I suppose."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou."

Whumpee nodded, "alright movie time, then you can take your bath."

Whumpee's eyes were already on the TV. They nodded eagerly when the bath was mentioned.

'It's going to feel so good to soak in the tub and read my new book', Whumpee thought to themself before they started eating.

Whumper smiled as they leaned back. This was the slave they new.... and loved.

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[chickenandwhumplings]

Vampire whumpees. I so often see vampires as whumpers, but this has so much potential. Denying a vampire blood, rubbing garlic on their skin, putting them in a room with a huge tempered glass window with hardly any shady spots, idk. Vampire whumpees.

[whumperer-86]

Dark night and dawn ep38

He didn't die

[crimsons-whump-pile]

whumpee who was left to rot, and doesn’t think anyone’s coming back for them. maybe they were caught in a disaster, or maybe they were left behind in a cell during a grand escape. their team didn’t realise that one person was missing until it was too late — will they come back for whumpee, or will they decide it’s too much trouble and leave them behind for good?

[blurryeyeswhump]

“Suffering is next to Godliness. Don’t you want to be holy? Don’t you want to be forgiven?”

“I-yes. Y-yes, but-“

“Then come to me. Willingly.”

“O-okay.”

[jump-in-the-whump]

The cold stone of the cell was rough beneath their cheek, though they barely felt it. Fever blazed through them, searing their skin, their breath shallow and uneven. They wanted to move but their limbs felt like lead, heavy and uncooperative. Sweat soaked through their clothes, making the thin, ragged fabric cling uncomfortably to their skin.

They didn’t know how long they had been here. Days? Hours? Time had lost all meaning. Their vision blurred in and out, a constant wavering between the suffocating heat of the fever and the icy chill of the cell’s stone walls. They drifted between waking and sleep, every moment harder to grasp than the last.

But then… something changed.

The cold walls of the cell seemed to dissolve around them, softening, brightening. Warmth enveloped them, not the oppressive heat of the fever, but a different warmth. The soft light of morning sun filtering in through the curtains, casting golden patches across their bed. A soft pillow cradled their head, and the sheets, familiar and comforting, tangled loosely around their legs.

Whumpee blinked, their head still felt heavy, their body weak, but this was different. Familiar. Home. They were lying in bed, their limbs warm and weightless beneath the morning sun.

They felt a gentle hand on their forehead, cool and soothing against their fevered skin. “You’re burning up,” Caretaker had said that morning, their voice low and soft, filled with concern. “You need to rest.”

Whumpee opened their eyes, and there was Caretaker, just as they remembered. Sitting by the edge of the bed, their face calm, their presence radiating comfort. Whumpee could almost feel the coolness of their touch, the softness of the blanket tucked around them by Caretaker's careful hands.

“I’m here,” Caretaker whispered. “Just rest. You’ll be alright.”

Whumpee’s breath hitched. The feeling of safety, the warmth of Caretaker’s touch—it was all so vivid, so real. The gentle rise and fall of Caretaker’s chest as they breathed, the way their fingers brushed a strand of hair from Whumpee’s face. Whumpee let their eyes close again, feeling the weight of sleep pulling at them. They could drift off here, where everything was soft, and Caretaker would stay. They always did.

But as they hovered on the edge of sleep, something gnawed at the edges of their mind. A whisper of doubt. A flicker of something wrong.

“Whumpee.” Caretaker’s voice was different now, soft but firm. “Open your eyes.”

Whumpee resisted. They wanted to stay in this moment, in this warmth. The fever, the cell, it was far away. But Caretaker’s voice was insistent.

“Open your eyes.”

Whumpee hesitated, the world around them faltering. Slowly, reluctantly, they forced their eyes open again. The golden light of the morning flickered, dimmed, and something cold crept into the edges of the room.

“Whumpee,” Caretaker said again, their voice now sounding distant, as if it came from a great distance. “This isn't real.”

[kaufmann-6]

Buried alive trope but whumpee is bound and gagged. They can’t scream louder than a whimper or crawl their way out so they’re tapped, panicking and crying because they know they’re gonna die and no one will ever find them before it’s too late.