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cw: blood, muzzle, stress position

Whumpee hung limply from their manacles, wrists strained by the metal keeping them upright. Their knees were on the stone floor, raw and bleeding, and their head sagged between their taut shoulders. A strip of black fabric was tied tightly across their eyes, complimenting the silvery metal of the muzzle clamping their jaws closed. The extra touch of blood sluggishly running down their back and pooling on the floor was Whumper's favorite part. They loved seeing their precious plaything like this, whimpering and clearly on the edge of unconsciousness. Beautiful.

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Caretaker dealing with a more angry, combative whumpee. One that has destructive outbursts full of screaming and hyperventilating. All they can see is red. Angry at what whumper did to them. To the point Caretaker has to learn how to physically restrain them from further hurting themselves. Especially when whumpee turn their rage towards caretaker. They let a few swings hit but ultimately have to stop them. Holding their arms away from their body. Repeatedly apologizing as they do so.

Later cradling whumpee in their lap when they've finally exhausted themselves. Head tucked in caretaker's shoulder, hands clutching at their shirt. Begging caretaker to not leave them. 'I'll never leave you, just don't want you hurting yourself or me,' holding them just as tightly. 'You have every right to be angry at them. Whumper should've never laid a hand on you. You didn't deserve any of it.' Their voice was barely higher than a whisper.

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~Whump Prompt~

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Whumper comes from a culture where biting, scratching, and hitting are signs of affection. Whumpee does not.

When Whumper finally catches Whumpee, they can’t help but express their feelings towards a very terrified Whumpee, who pleads for Whumper to stop. Whumper can’t understand why what they’re doing is wrong- what’s the matter with a little love?

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Bro just came off the mind stone cocaine be nice to him

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Pain

A whumpee who starts experiencing sadistic thoughts during their recovery. They want to inflict pain on someone. It's a compulsion, a tick in their brain they never had before.

They feel horribly, soul-crushingly guilty. Because they know exactly what it feels like, how awful it is. And they want to do it anyways.

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The Blackmuir Reign

One: King Blackmuir 

Summary: A newly crowned King Therrin remembers a task he’s been putting off for days. He’s been told there is a prisoner in the lowest, coldest cell of the dunegons who might be of interest to him.

CW: fantasy medieval setting, royalty, prisoner whump, captivity, abuse, starvation, political prisoners, child ward/political prisoner, drunkenness, referenced corporal punishment when character was a minor, feverish whumpee, hurt/comfort

Therrin Blackmuir reached up and adjusted his new crown.

It was the crown of a king; not a slim, moonjeweled circlet of silver for a prince but a hearty crown of gold, with speared peaks like a trident. Held in the center was a single ruby, like the molten eye of a dragon.

It pleased him, but wearing it all evening had bruised his head. He took it off for a moment’s relief as he walked alone down the hall, holding it at his side as if it were a tin helmet. His footsteps echoed in the dak corners, and shadows leapt on the wet stones from the light of the braziers.

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The reports of no one having seen the owner of the house in a while were all they had to go off of. Surely it was just an average wellness check: after all, the occupants were reported to be very reclusive from the start, so this was nothing particularly unusual. The residence was quiet, almost eerily so, and when they started to look around to notice there were no signs of anyone entering or exiting they knew something had to have happened.

As soon as they broke into the place, the familiar yet absolutely foul odors hit them all at once. Decay, mold, waste, all mixing together into a cocktail that could only mean it was already way past the window of time where something could possibly be done. The team stares at each other, resignation and understanding plastered on their faces. This simple wellness check had just turned into a body retrieval mission.

They find the source of the smell in the main living room. A badly decomposing body, sitting calmly in a recliner. TV still on. The animal was chained to the foot of the furniture. Unable to free itself from the chains, they assumed it must have naturally starved to death. What could have gone through its brain, realizing it was trapped and no one was coming for it? Would it have been intelligent enough to despair?

They call in for reinforcements with body bags and biological waste disposal. It isn't until they cut the chain and examine the animal more closely that someone notices the weak rising and falling of its emaciated ribs. The medic placed their finger underneath the creature's nose and much to his complete shock, it was still breathing. Somehow, through sheer luck, they must have made it just in the nick of time.

"Bring a stretcher over here! It's alive!"

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the caregiver’s birthday is coming up. they’re hesitantly excited - this is a light happy day that won’t put pressure on the whumpee, who only recently got saved from captivity and needs to relax.

the day comes, and the whumpee presents their caregiver with a carefully but poorly wrapped present. their hands are shaking, but they seem earnestly eager for it to be opened.

the caregiver opens it and pulls it out, their throat seizing up and heart stopping cold. it’s a [insert main torture implement that was used on the whumpee]. the whumpee is trembling in anticipation of being punished, certain that they’ve done the right thing - surely they haven’t been hurt here because their caregiver doesn’t have the proper tools, right? now they can get started.

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A little something about defiant Whumpee!

I know we like to see those feisty little boys crumble to the ground, utterly broken!

But, Let me pose you: A Whumper who likes the defiance. One who enjoys the sassy comments, rude remarks and sarcastic lines. Whumper who is amused by seeing Whumpee think they have some kind of power in the situation and they let them float in it, not really punishing them. And I hear you. That doesn’t really sound whumpy but now imagine that whumper snapping at Whumpee, who was just one tiny itty bitty bit above a nonexistent line.

Maybe they slap them hard across the face for a comment. The usual grin replaced by a frown and harsh narrow eyes. Or maybe they start yelling at Whumpee, the amused tone making room for a cold and not at all smug voice. Or Whumper doesn’t need to do anything, the dropped face being enough for Whumpee to shut up and know that they have crossed a line.

And now Imagine Whumpee, completely thrown back by the sudden change of emotions. They can do nothing but stare up at Whumper, all the defiance and sass erased from their eyes while they try to figure out what just happened. Where was that line? Was it just for fun or did they actually go to far? Who knows! Definitely not them. :)

And then Whumper’s smile returns again. But it isn’t the same! It’s a lot darker and creepier than what they usually wear. It is absolutely unnerving and terrifying for Whumpee.

So yeah, defiant Whumpee….

Please let me know where I can find something like this, thanks

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Contains: whump, masochism, broken bones, blood, torture mention, creepy whumper

"You... like this." Whumper's grim expression curled into a grin. "Oh, you devil." They cupped whumpee's cheek, planting a soft kiss on their bloody forehead.

"Mm..." Whumpee's head lolled to the side, their eyes unfocused, lashes fluttering with confusion. They had gone pale, a stark contrast to all the blood on them. It was beautiful. "N-" They choked, tipping forward in whumper's arms. "-no, I-"

"Shh, shh," Whumper pet their tangled hair. "I know, dearest." Their fingers travelled across whumpee's back, finding the nearest nasty cut. Whumpee stilled, holding their breath. Their eyes closed, and they pressed their face into whumper's shirt, hands curling into their shirt.

"Pl-" Their beg was cut off as whumper dug their nails into whumpee's fresh wound, making them wail in pain, tensing up and arching their back. Delicate beads of sweat dripped down their forehead, and tears washed away flakes of dried blood from their cheeks. They moaned deliriously, shivering.

Whumper sighed in ecstasy, thumb tenderly rubbing the outside of the awful gash. "You disgusting thing," They crooned. "Desperate and needy for any attention, even if you're torn apart in the process." Whumper ghosted hands along their sides, pressing gently at mottled bruises and bloody patches of skin, elicting beautiful whimpers from their captive.

"I'm looking for a response, whumpee..." Their voice had a threatening edge to it.

Whumpee gritted their teeth. "Y-yes." Their face burned with shame, tears soaking into whumper's already ruined shirt. When whumper said nothing, they continued, for nothing but to still the awkwardness, the mind-numbing silence of the basement. "I... l-like," They tightened their fist, squeezing their eyes shut. "-when you- uh- when-"

"Go on." Whumper ordered, holding their newly broken wrist in one hand. The slowly began to squeeze, grinding the bones together and making whumpee squirm with the building pressure.

Whumpee sobbed, the pain lancing up their arm, but any movement only made it worse. "Hurt me-" They gasped, a shrill yelp leaving their mouth as whumper snapped their wrist back. Whumpee's mouth opened in a silent scream of agony, their broken body trembling in whumper's gentle hold.

Only then did whumper pull away, letting their poor captive slump onto the cold stone floors, gasping and whimpering, clutching their twisted hand to their chest.

"Well, then I'll have to get more creative with you."

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Asher-boi getting a little break while you have brainrot about Buttercup 😊😇

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OMG NO YOURE SO RIGHT. imma be so honest, i did not hold back with this- and neither did Rodger by the looks of it- HEHE ENJOY!!!

Cw: Whipping

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“Hands up over your head,” Rodger ordered, grabbing Asher’s wrists with one hand, slamming them against the wall- making the other wince.

Asher was knelt on the cold floor of the basement, back facing Rodger as he faced the wall. He tried his best to slip his wrists out of Rodger’s grip but it was no use. 

He was clipped up the back of the head quickly, “Quit moving. Now, your hands stay on the wall. Each time they move off, it's an extra ten lashes, am I clear?”

“Fuck right off,” Asher growled, “You and your daddy issues can- FUCK-“

Asher’s grumbling was cut right off as Rodger slammed the whip against his bare back. His skin stung as a sour aftertaste. Millions of bubbles simmering under his skin in pure pain.

“Hands on the wall. Mouth closed. The only time you are to talk is to count your lashings.”

“Technically that would be opening my-“

The swoosh of the whip through the air gave Asher enough warning to shut his mouth before the whip cracked down once more, making his back seize in pain. He bit his lip hard to hold in a cry as his body convulsed.

“Start counting, mutt, or else we start again.”

“O-one!” Asher cried out, squeezing his eyes shut tight. Rodger smirked, bending the whip as he relished in the slight squeak of the leather;

“Theeeeree we go! Wow, you finally fucking obeyed an order.” 

The whip lashed against Asher’s burning skin, cutting off any insult that could even come to his mind. Asher let out a sob, his core clenching as he tried to hold in his cries. But it was all too much. He had extremely rarely seen Rodger like this, his words, even how with every lash he was not holding back.

Each strike felt like fire. His voice cracked as he called out the twentieth strike. His voice was loud in his head- and yet, his voice was broken- weak and pathetic in person.

Crack.

Asher sobbed out, slumping forward against the wall, he didn't care anymore. God, it hurt. He chest heaved with a sob. Pull yourself together, how are you so weak? But he guessed that was the problem. All this time he tried to put on an act. A brave, tough defiant act. But was that act for him or for the sick bastards in his life? Maybe it was both-

“Get your head off of the fucking wall,” Rodger’s voice was quite but cut through like a freshly sharpened knife. Asher’s arms trembled as he tried to push himself off from the wall but he couldn't. His body felt so heavy.

Rodger let out a disappointed sigh before grabbing a fistful of Asher’s hair, yanking his head back, “Head. Up.” He growled. “Don’t move your fucking hands off of that wall, am I clear?”

“Yeah- yes….”

“Yes what?”

Asher gulped over the lump in his throat, biting the inside of his lip hard before speaking, “Yes sir…” He felt the tips of his ear burn red. Fucking pathetic.

“What number are we on, Ashy?”

Even the name made him feel ill. But then the question really sunk in. What number was it… His heartbeat raced as his eyes widened, “U-uhm.. Twen…twentey five?”

Rodger scoffed, raising an eyebrow, “Are you asking or telling me?”

Asher gulped once more before clearing his throat, “It's- it's twenty five…”

Rodger hummed before raising the whip, “Fluke.”

Asher had to tense his core as the whip slammed against his back, the brutal force sending him forwards. But he was sure to use his hands to keep him off of the wall. It stung. Was it all worth it? Was being stubborn really worth all of this pain?

“Twentey six,” Asher gritted through his clenched teeth, tears slipping down his face as he stared at the wall, utter hatred burning deep within him.

By the end of it, Asher could taste blood in his mouth. He had been slammed against the wall each time he had fallen against the wall. His eye was a swollen mess as his lip was practically torn open. Just how Aiden hated.

He collapsed to the floor by the last lash, “Fi-fff-” He coughed, blood splattering on the floor as he whimpered, “F’ft..f’fty..” 

Rodger threw the whip to the ground carelessly as he ran his hand through his own hair, wiping the sweat from his eyes. He bent down to one knee, “Look at me, mutt.” 

A sob threatened at the back of Asher’s throat, but he slowly looked up at the man who loomed over him. He reached forward and cupped Asher’s face, making the other flinch back.

“Next time you decide to pull another stupid stunt like that, make sure you remember the consequence.”

His head was dropped to the floor and Rodger left, slamming the door behind him. Asher knew he’d come back to patch him up later. But now, now he was left by himself with his own thoughts.

Was it really worth the act?

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A reluctant whumper delicately putting lip balm on whumpee because they know that kind of gag is goign to dry them out if they dont.

'Don't- no no I'm trying to- I'm not hurting you, I promise, just hold still- I just don't want you to bleed, okay? See? Just lip balm- you're okay, love. Just hold still for me.'

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Genre of character: submissive like a guard dog is submissive

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i think my fav whump trope is the caretaker who learned to be so gentle from their own experience as a whumpee. nobody has any idea how much violence it took for caretaker to become so gentle, but they would sacrifice everything if it meant giving whumpee the love + care they never got themself when they escaped their whumper

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Hey there! Would you be willing to try your hand at an intimate-female-whumper and male-whumpee? I love your lady whump and would love to see something psychological, maybe with a super conditioned whumpee. ~Please and thank you!~

(Tags/TW: Dubious pet-play, degradation, humiliation, broken!whumpee, female!whumper, foot kissing/light-worship, dub-con touching (head, neck, face, hair), lady whump, whumpee called 'puppy', light cursing, implied punishment, nondescript violence, bbu, pet universe.)

"I'm home." She announced, voice already lined with a sweet spice.

Devious honey eyes landed on her pet, who sat obediently perched in the doorway, palms to the floor. His head hung low on his shoulders and the only sound made, was a deep, perfected bark.

"You're so cute, but you're forgetting the wiggle." She teased with a dangerous edge, watching him crawl towards her and start to shimmy his hips. Another low, agreeing bark.

"Hush, that's enough."

He'd raced to meet her feet, waiting for her to lift one leg in prompting of their greeting ritual. As soon as she did, he gingerly reached out to unclasp her high-heel and slide it off her foot. When he was left cradling the extremity in his hand, he bowed his head to give a dry kiss to her outer arch.

Then diligently, on to the second as soon as she had her balance with a hand on his head to steady herself. He gave the same affection to the other foot and finished by pressing his forehead to the floor between them.

"W-Welcome home, Mistress."

"You must really be sweating your punishment... if you're being so cautious and obedient." She purred, like a lioness ready to strike.

He swallowed, eyes staying down but brows pinching close to his lids. He was deep in thought, more than likely in the throes of trying to figure out what she was planning for him. Or maybe the anxiety of not knowing and not being quickly punished was working, helping break him in.

Fingers reached out for fiery locks and gave a menacing scratch to the males scalp, forcing him out of his hazy fog. She wrapped silky strands around each digit and pulled his head back onto his shoulders with a quick snap.

"Are you going to be a good boy and earn yourself a lighter correction?" The woman asked, having little trouble man-handling the grown body that was knelt to her.

"I-I'll be good Mistress, I'll be good for you, I promise." He whined, looking her eye to eye when she'd given him the physical signs she wanted him to do so. "Pet just wants Mistress to f-forgive him.."

"Why do you want my forgiveness so badly, my little puppy?" She pried, releasing the hold in his hair to trade for a gentle, almost loving caress along his temples.

"B-Because.." A straggled whimper when she pet him so tenderly, another swallow clearing his throat and buying him time. "M-Mistress doesn't touch pet w-when she's a-angry..."

"Isn't it good? That I don't hurt you when I'm angry?" There was a small surprise in her tone, unable to process just what he was getting at.

"M-Mistress doesn't touch pet at all- It's good! T-That Mistress doesn't hurt pet but...." Another pathetic whimper, now that she was holding both his cheeks and letting her thumbs sweep over their apples. "B-But pet needs it... Pet needs to be t-touched.."

"Would you rather me take my anger out on you?" Another double edged question, that in his state of worry, he couldn't seem to navigate.

"N-hhh... S-Sometimes M-Mistress' anger f-feels good..." He was dazed by her looming so closely to him, hanging over his form and shadowing his body with her own. His thoughts were instantly scrambled up the longer he looked in her eyes and felt the calming stroke of her hands. "S-Sometimes it hurts..."

She gave a pleased laugh at his admission, watching the color build embarrassment into his face. He was certainly pretty when he looked at her like a dopey, helpless pet.

"Do you remember... why I want to punish you?" She questioned again, voice slowly seeping out of it's sugar and regaining it's salt.

"...I broke.." He started, eyes grazing to the side in both thought and shame. "I broke Mistress' statue..."

"And how did you break it, puppy?" Her hands grabbed his face now, twisting it back to meet her and forcing it upwards to strain him.

"B-By.. m-making it p-pet me..." He mumbled, the horror eating him up inside as he thought about how desperate it was. To use the outstretched hand to sit on his head or scratch his scalp when she wasn't home. Just to feel like someone was there.

"You really are like a dog. I bet you'd sit on a mannequins lap if I left one out for you." She mused, pushing his bangs back to watch the shifting depth in his eyes, with each and every little poke at his desperation.

"Please punish me Mistress.." He begged almost silently. "Please- Pet wants a long, hard punishment. For being stupid and breaking Mistress' things..."

"How about for being a greedy, dirty little stray?" Her grip turned violent and she grabbed his jaw between her fingers; nails digging into both hollows of his cheeks from the underside. "For rubbing up against things because you're so desperate to feel good."

"Y-Yes Mistress, t-that too!" His eyes watered, with two mixed emotions. Joy that she was possibly gearing up to follow his request and the burning defeat that her words caused. She had no idea how right she was. "Please punish your desperate mutt.. I can take it Mistress, I'll be good."

"Go to your room and get in your harness." She ordered lowly, feeling him adjust on the floor to quickly obey her. When she thought he was about to stand, maybe even run into his room, her hand lowered and caught the collar around his throat. A twist of her fingers and he was left with reddening lips and cheeks.

"Puppies walk on all fours." An angry growl from her and she felt him drop back down onto his knees.

"Y-Yes M-Mistress." As soon as she let him go, he turned on heel and crawled across the floor with haste. Skin leaving small squeaks on the ritually polished flooring all the way down the hall.

Glancing over to the statue between the double stair cases, her brows furrowed when she saw the severed hand had been moved from where she'd set it. He was the only other suspect.

"Damn dog.."

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Hope this fits the bill! Sorry it has been taking me so long, I've had a very poor IRL month and it's gotten me in a bit of a funk. But fear not, I'm still active just more towards the lurking side. Also still working casually on all 11 (10 now) drafts.

Have a good week everyone and thank you for the requests. This one was right up my alley. : ) - The Mayor

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whumper using victim blaming dialogue as a humiliation tactic—

“well I wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t make it so fucking easy.”

“if you weren’t so pretty when you begged and cried.”

“if you didn’t take abuse so well.”

“I just hit you and you whine like that— I mean, what am I supposed to think?”

“you know you deserve this.”

“go on, tell me you deserve it.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

and who knows— eventually, whumpee might start to believe they’re right

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[shoutout to @unorganisedalienrubbish for coming up with like half of these]

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Non-human whumpee ideas

They have wings? Antlers? Animal ears? Make your whumpees regret they do, it's always fun :)

tw: mentions of non-consentual intimacy and other similiar, horrible things, under the cut just in case

One thing for whumper to do would be to dehumanize them

Slowly strip their 'cultured' nature, until only the primal instincts remain

Refuse them clothing - they wouldn't have that in the wild, right?

Whumper puts a shock collar on them, using it when the whumpee tries to speak, to make them slowly forget how to speak/prefer to remain silent

Cattle tagging, anyone? Placing strips of paper on the ears, strapping rings on the ankles, or even branding the unfortunate whumpee

Have the whumper feed the whumpee meals associated with their species. Give the predators raw meat, the avians seeds and worms and the herbivores plants

^Bonus points if you force them to get their calories the 'natural' way - by hunting and killing living animals, or having them eat plants off the ground

Showing them off like some zoo attraction, maybe selling them to the highest bidder (potentionally a caretaker?)

Obviously, taking away their bathroom privilages as toilets and showers don't just pop up in the woods, now do they?

Keeping the whumped in an enclosure ("with glass walls - animals don't need privacy" - whumper, probably) or cage, worse if it's in a visible spot

Forcing whumpee to go on all fours

Taking them to a vet instead of a doctor

Teaching them commands like 'heel' or 'sit'

Forcefully breeding them with other members of their species

^Maybe whumper feeding them aphrodisiacs at a party to 'give a good show'

Advertising whumpee as an exotic joytoy

Selling/collecting/using/eating any unique substances they produce

^ can be blood, hair, milk, skin, tears, saliva, fur, scales, fangs, nails, semen, feathers or anything else

^^making the whumpee believe it's their only value, and the reason they are still alive

Or...

Shaming the whumpee for being the species they are

Beating, torture and abuse for no other reason than their cat ears/tail/horns/whatever

Making a whumpee previously proud of their uniqueness hate themselves for their race

Scarring them permanently by damaging their characteristic anatomy beyond repair...

...or making the whumpee do this to themselves in a moment of desperation/insanity, maybe even after being rescued

Public humiliation

Filing down fangs to 'make them look normal'

Making them believe they are worse than others just because of their unusual nature

I honestly think these are both really intresting and really disturbing (more than the averege whump stuff), but that's just my opinion. For clarity, I DO NOT fetishize this type of stuff, nor am I fascinated by the idea of harming someone this way. Kind of a given here, but saying that puts me at ease anyway.

Feel free to use these on your unlucky muses :)