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Ever since this blog started getting activity again, I haven't been able to put aside whumpy thoughts. Imagining scenarios.

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I'm surprised I've found new followers over here, when I have been avoiding writing whump for a while for mental health reasons.

But... I was going through my comp, and found unfinished whump stuff pertaining to a gruesome piece that contains most of my kinks listed in my (unfinished) intro post. I have a few unfinished comic pages and a completed story outline. It was gonna be a big thing, but it takes a lot out of me to create this kind of content.

If you are interested in seeing this unfinished whump project, let me know. I will post it here on this blog. If not, please disregard.

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is it wrong to love whump / hurt fic?

Whump is a sub-genre of hurt/comfort involving a lot of hurt and very little to no comfort. Any comfort included generally comes through friendship and team interaction, not romance or sex. Whump often involves torture or extended suffering of the central character.

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so sick and tired of people hating on lady whump. give me your lady whumpees slouching against a brick wall, drugged and dazed as they try to make their way home. give me girls covered in blood — whether it be their own or someone else’s. give me lady whumpees who thrash and scream and fight against their restraints. who spit poison at their captors. who cry and beg and plead and kick. i’m so goddamn tired of women in whump either always 1. being the whumper, or 2. being forced into these soft, docile stereotypes that prevent them from expressing anything but. give me more lady whumpees or give me death.

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whump thought: whumpee latching onto whumper for dear life, tears streaking down their face and into whumper's chest - they wish there was somebody with them who could help, whether a caretaker or just another whumpee, but they are so drained of physical touch that anything is welcome and their brain forces them to cling onto their torturer like a lifeline

YES. THIS. HELL YEAH. Love this. They have no one but Whumper, so they have no choice but to cling onto them!!!

Good soup, Anon :D

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Someone wrote a folk song about my favorite whumper. Considering I've been writing him not accepting a refusal today, it's more than fitting. I gotta share this with @writer-of-worlds because I love it so much.

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Whump Dialogue

"So predictable. So easy to manipulate."

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FUCK WHY DO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ALASTOR. You're scary and yet I want to befriend you. Maybe even be platonic partners or something.

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I had this in my brain this morning and needed to get it out - have fun with this SmutSnack, fellow members of the HORNY Deer Cult! 😘 Minors DNI, it's pure lewdness under here.

Early Morning Pick-Me-Up

Even though he enjoys the occasional chaos, Alastor had always been a fan of routines, and his mornings were no exceptions. After a night's rest, he'd summon a cup of coffee, reveling in the silence and the slightly bitter, earthy taste of the drink in the comfort of his silky sheets before he'd get up and dressed himself, transforming into the Radio Demon with every piece of his well kept suit, ending with his monocle before he went down to the communal kitchen for his first 'official' cup of joe.

But for a while now, his routine has changed. Slightly, but still it was a change. He still let himself linger in bed, but he had no need anymore to summon a drink to sharpen his senses when he had something so much more satisfying available for his mouth to consume.

He lets his head rest on the inside of her thigh, the heat and softness oddly comforting on his cheeks as he pushes his tongue inside of her once more, curling against her tight and slick inside walls, eager to make her drip with her arousal just so he can have seconds. He quietly hums into the wet heat, and the moan that answers it tells him that she finally slipped out of her sleep. She sighs, and his ears flick at the shudder it contains.

He closes his eyes as he exhales and slows down, dragging his tongue through her folds lavishly, letting his taste buds linger on the sweet nectar his previous tentative licks drew out of her. She shuffles in the sheets, not yet awakened but almost, the small whimpers that harmonize so beautifully with the sounds of his bayou, still rough and airy.

"Mhh...Alastor..."

He doesn't answer verbally, only presses the base of his still deeply buried appendage on the little,sensitive nub he knows is her most sensitive point, lips closing around it to suckle on her as she wantonly raises her hips towards him as a response with a low whine.

Acquiring her company in bed every night had been the best change of pace he had allowed himself yet in a lot of ways, but when she told him that he could take what he wanted from her, even when she was still in slumber - Well, apart from what anyone thought of him, he wasn't a man opposed to changes - if he deemed them worth it.

The minutes pass, and after a few more ministrations he had made her cum, flooding his mouth with the intoxicating taste of her release. But she knew as well as he that the Radio Demon is inherently a greedy creature, and in the confines of his room and firmly settled between her legs, before he had to go out into hell and maintain a certain image and composure, Alastor had no reason not to indulge in this particular sin, making her mewl and squirm as he continues to lick her pussy raw.

Her hand finds its way into his hair, soft fingertips tracing around the base of his ears to settle around his enlarged antlers, tugging half-heartedly as he let his tongue run around the puffy red skin of her outer lips. He laughs, a quiet, almost fond laugh, and shoots her a condescending glance over hooded eyes.

"Alright, doe, that should suffice for now." he says, and she sighs when he finally pulls away, settling himself back on her side and draws her onto him, her naked body plush against his own. Alastor grinned, as he always did, already looking forward to his afternoon break.

He surely would help himself to another pick-me-up.

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So since quite a few of you thirsty sinners asked for a sequel. Yes, nsfw stuff is coming soon but I thought you might appreciate a little buildup. 😜

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Oh, hey, it's my whumper's personal song! ...if you write dominant, possessive whumpers, this might also apply to yours. As I was working on a very personal but pretty dark whump piece last night, I also was looking for songs to fuel the fire.

Sharing with @whumperofworlds because I think she'd get a kick out of it. Kagamine Len - True Love's Restraint

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OH HI THIS IS ME

The only one I can see myself whumping is honestly myself. No one deserves it more than me, I guess?

*is guilty of using whump as self-harm in the past*

"I like male whumpees"

"I like lady whumpees"

Okay but self insert whumpees? Anyone?

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Fell asleep imagining more about my Golden Cage scenario.

I don't know if I'm mad or upset that I didn't dream about it, considering it's about my S/I being chained and kept in a cage by a tyrant that chased down her whole family.

I shouldn't want to dream about such a whump scenario, should I...?

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Editing Human Alastor in the show screenshots

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Imagine Angel Dust questioning you on your sex life with Alastor

“C’mon toots, you gotta give me something!”

“I absolutely do not,” you say stubbornly, turning away from the spider demon but he just scooted closer to you on the couch, practically looming over you.

“Pleeeaaase. I can’t figure the guy out. He’s all flamboyant and goofy one minute and then terrifying and menacing the next. How does that translate in bed? Is he a bottom? A switch? A top?” Angel leaned impossibly closer, his voice taking on a more conspiratorial tone. “Does he let you peg him?”

“Angel!” you exclaimed, leaning over the side of the couch to get away, “that is really none of your business! And he would rip your arms off if he heard you asking such things.”

Angel Dust huffed, frustrated, and folded both sets of arms across his chest, practically pouting.

“This is just unfair. I tell you so much about my work, I don’t hold anything back.”

“I wish you would,” you mumbled, recalling the last disturbingly detailed conversation you were forced to listen to. You still shuddered when you thought about your friend participating in “sounding” or “donkey shows.”

“Alright, well you gotta at least tell me this much,” he said, sitting back up and holding two hands up in front of him. “How big is the guy?”

You shook your head, trying to pull out your phone and ignore him.

“This big?” he asked, holding his hands out about 8 inches apart. “Or this big?” His hands got a couple inches farther apart. “Or, I know, he’s gotta be like THIS big, huh?” Angel’s hands were now over a foot apart from each other.

“Oh my God, don’t be gross Angel, that wouldn’t even fit inside of me.”

“Okaaaaaay,” Angel said with a smirk, “so not as big as some of the Hellhounds I gotta take up the ass.”

“Please stop,” you groan, burying your face in your hands.

“Not until you tell me something juicy about your boyfriend.”

“Ugggghh, seriously, fine,” you say, defeated, and Angel sat forward eagerly, “I mean you’ve obviously seen him shape shift into taller forms. So, let’s just say . . . he’s as big as he . . . or I . . . want him to be.”

“Hmmmm,” Angel said, raising an eyebrow. “That’s not a lot to go off of but I think I like your way of thinking. So, like this big then?”

You didn’t even look over to see how far apart Angel’s hands were now.

“What’s the record for how many times he’s made you cum in one night?”

“Angel, you said you would stop!” you yelled, feeling a blush begin to heat up your face.

“A lot huh? Because that, my friend, is the face of a woman who’s lost count,” he said with a knowing smirk.

“I am not dignifying that comment with a response.”

“I’m just sayin,’ I’ve seen you first thing in the mornings. You have the look of a gal who’s well satisfied.”

“Well, I am,” you say, “but that’s all decency will allow me to say. Alastor is a very private man and you should respect that.”

“Decency Schmeecency,” Angel said, throwing himself back into the couch cushions and picking up his own phone, looking bored with the conversation now. “This is Hell, there’s no such thing.”

Relieved he seemed to be dropping the subject, you pick up your own phone and enjoy a couple minutes of silence to scroll through your Sinstagram feed.

“Oh fuck me!” Angel exclaimed, startling you and making you drop your phone.

“What?!”

“That guy has got tentacles!”

There was no stopping the rush of blood to your face then . . . or the little smirk you just couldn’t seem to stop, though you did try and look away.

“Ooooooooh, oh doll face, you can’t hide that look from me,” Angel said, practically crawling over the couch to invade your space once again, “he has totally used those on you, hasn’t he?”

You turned to look at Angel, another retort about privacy ready on your tongue, but your eyes widen in horror as you see two shadowy tendrils raising up behind your friend’s back.

Angel registered the look on your face and sat back an inch.

“Wha-“

The tentacles grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him back to his side of the couch, and holding him down.

“I believe the lady said something about decency,” Alastor’s staticky voice said from somewhere behind the couch and then his shadow rose up from the ground before solidifying into the full glory of his demonic form. His body unnaturally long, antlers spread out wide, he towered over the spider demon he had pinned to the sofa.

“S-s-sorry man,” Angel said with a loud gulp, “I was just kidding around, you know,” he tried to chuckle nervously. “I-it was just girl talk.”

“Alastor,” you said, unbothered by your lover’s terrifying demonic appearance, “let him go. He’s harmless.”

“Hmmm,” Alastor said, tilting his head, eyes glowing brighter as he put on a show of considering the prey he had trapped in his tentacles. “Fine.”

Alastor dropped the tentacles from around Angel and within a blink of an eye, was back to his usual form, straightening his bow tie and brushing off the sleeves of his jacket.

“Ready for our lunch date?” you said, bouncing up off the couch and coming to stand by Alastor, who smiled down at you and looped an arm through yours.

“Sounds lovely, darling,” he replied, guiding the two of you around the back of the couch and towards the front of the lobby. “I’m positively starving.”

At the word “starving,” Alastor leaned over the couch, his glowing, toothy expression letting Angel know just how close he had come to being the cannibal’s lunch.

Angel sank deeper into the couch cushions in submission, eyes wide and fixed on Alastor, as the two of you headed for the front doors.

Alastor opened the door, but you paused after stepping through, grabbing the handle and shooting your friend a mischievous smile and wiggling your eyebrows in a suggestive manner at him. It was your own way of confirming his last line of questioning before Alastor had interrupted. You watched Angel’s jaw drop open and then closed the door, leaving him to his imagination.

Husk, who had been silently watching the entire thing from his place at the bar, began laughing.

“Yeah, he totally fucks her with those things,” he said, before taking a swig from his beer bottle. “Did you see the way she looked at them? She was almost jealous when he had you pinned to the sofa.”

“Jesus Christ,” Angel said, still panting a little. “Yeah, I don’t blame her. That was hot as fuck.”

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That's kinda what this fic was building to?

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12891048/1/Braided-Roses

a lot of whump presupposes captivity, but personally i’ve been really interested in what you might call part time whump? its where whumpee and whumper both have their own life, they don’t even see each other that often, but when they do there is this unspoken contract for submission. i think the contrast between whumpee’s daily life and the nights they spend kneeling beside someone makes the cruelty feel a lot sharper. i think there’s a lot of potential here.

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I’m hungry for freedom like never before