#masochist whumpee

[whumpandothercomfort]

More masochist whumpee with sadistic whumper thoughts:

Whumpee who loves pain but hates humiliation. Whumper alternately doling out condescending praise as a reward and amused degradation as a punishment, keeping the pain the same for both. Each response is humiliating, but at least the praise lets pet know they've done well.

Whumper slowly and methodically testing all of their favorite torture methods, taking notes on Whumpee's responses. This lasts for days on end because pet needs "time to recover" between each instrument. Otherwise, how will Whumper get accurate results?

Whumper learning both the type of pain that makes Whumpee bluescreen with pleasure AND the type that makes them panic. Being a secret masochist means pet has gotten by without anyone ever trying very hard to find out what actually scares them. But Whumper is very dedicated!

Whumper discovering that it's very, very easy to push pet into a state similar to intoxication through pain endorphins. Surely they will use this power responsibly :)

Whumpee who's never allowed to be comfortable, even when Whumper isn't playing with them. Whumper is very creative when it comes to restraints. They like pushing the envelope of "painful positions that nonetheless won't make your limbs fall off if you hold them for ten hours."

Whumper spending hours working pet into a state of total muscular exhaustion/failure, and THEN restraining them in a painful position, when they're literally too tired to struggle.

Whumper telling pet to thank them for the pain. Pet resisting due to the aforementioned hatred of humiliation. Whumper leaving them alone in a locked room with no attention for a week, just to make a point.

Whumpee discovering just how much they'd rather be hurt and humiliated than left alone.

Whumpee thanking Whumper. For paying so much attention. And taking such good care of them.

[unforgivenn]

Masochist whumpee who messes up simple tasks to get hurt by their master. When whumper notices this they get very angry and decide to show whumpee what real pain feels like

CW: torture, masochism, sadism, emotional and physical abuse

The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of a single bulb casting eerie shadows on the walls. Whumpee stood trembling, their fingers fumbling, either in excitement or fear over the broken vase pieces scattered on the floor.

They knew the routine by now, the cycle of mistakes and punishments that had become their twisted solace. They longed for the sharp sting of their master's wrath, the only connection they had left in this world.

Whumper entered the room, their eyes narrowing as they took in the scene. "Again?" They hissed, the word dripping with venom. "You can't even handle a simple task like this?"

Whumpee's heart raced, a mixture of fear and anticipation swirling in their chest. "I'm sorry, Master," they whispered, their voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to..."

Whumper's hand shot out, grabbing Whumpee by the collar and lifting them off the ground. "Don't lie to me!" they roared, shaking Whumpee violently. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? You want me to hurt you, don't you?"

Whumpee's eyes filled with tears, their breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please, Master... I... I just..."

Whumper's grip tightened, their eyes blazing with fury. "You think this is pain? You think you know what real pain feels like?" They threw Whumpee to the ground, their voice low and menacing. "I'll show you what pain really is."

Whumpee curled into a ball, their body trembling as they awaited the inevitable. Whumper disappeared into the shadows, returning moments later with a thin, cruel-looking whip. They cracked it in the air, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot.

"Get up," Whumper ordered, their voice cold and devoid of emotion. "Stand up and face me."

Whumpee struggled to their feet, their legs shaking uncontrollably. They met Whumper's gaze, a mixture of fear and desperate longing in their eyes. "Please, Master... I..."

"Silence!" Whumper snapped, raising the whip high. "You want pain? I'll give you pain."

The first strike landed with a sickening crack, the force of it sending Whumpee crashing to the ground. They screamed, the sound raw and guttural, echoing off the walls. Whumper didn't stop, the whip lashing out again and again, each blow more brutal than the last.

"Is this what you wanted?" Whumper snarled, their voice growing more frenzied with each strike. "Is this what you needed?"

Whumpee's screams turned to sobs, their body convulsing with each hit. They could feel their skin tearing, the blood flowing freely down their back. The pain was unbearable, a searing agony that consumed every inch of their being.

Whumper finally stopped, their chest heaving with exertion. They looked down at Whumpee, a twisted smile playing on their lips. "Now you know what real pain feels like," they said softly, their voice almost gentle. "Now you understand."

Whumpee lay on the ground, their body broken and bloodied, their mind a haze of pain and confusion. They had wanted this, hadn't they? They had needed this. But now, as the darkness closed in around them, they weren't so sure. The only thing they knew for certain was that they were completely, utterly alone.

Whumper wasn’t done. They dragged Whumpee by their hair to the basement, each step down the creaky stairs echoing with dread. The basement was a chamber of horrors, tools of torment meticulously arranged on the walls. Whumpee’s eyes widened in terror as they were shoved against a cold, metal table. Their wrists and ankles were strapped down with cruel efficiency.

"Now," Whumper said, their voice a chilling whisper, "let’s see how much you can really take."

They reached for a set of sharp hooks, dangling them in front of Whumpee's wide, terrified eyes. "no..." Whumpee pleaded, their voice barely more than a hoarse whisper.

Ignoring the pleas, Whumper pressed the first hook into Whumpee’s flesh, just below their ribcage. The hook dug in with a sickening squelch, and the guttural scream that escaped Whumpee was animalistic to say the least.

"Shh," Whumper cooed mockingly, twisting the hook slightly. "This is just the beginning."

Whumper moved with practiced precision, embedding more hooks into Whumpee's skin, each one drawing fresh screams and rivers of blood. Whumpee's body was a canvas of suffering, each hook a cruel reminder of their tormentor's power.

"Oh but whumpee.. Do you not enjoy this..?" Whumper cooed making whumpee shake their head so fast, that their ears started ringing. Or maybe that was because of the blood loss. They weren't so sure now.

"Why do you do this, whumpee?" The whumper's voice cut through the haze of pain, his words a cruel taunt. "Why do you crave this suffering?"

Whumpee could only whimper in response, their mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—fear, desire, and a twisted gratitude that they couldn't comprehend. The pain was relentless, a symphony of torment orchestrated by their own hand.

"Answer me!" The whumper's voice boomed, shaking them from their stupor. "Or do you need more?"

"I... I don't know!" Whumpee gasped, tears mingling with the sweat and blood on their face. "I just... I need..."

"You need me to show you what real pain feels like," the whumper finished, their voice low and chilling.

As Whumpee's screams subsided into weak, shuddering sobs, Whumper pulled out a thin, serrated knife. "You've been such a disappointment," they murmured, tracing the blade along Whumpee's thigh. "Maybe this will teach you to do better."

They carved slowly, deliberately, the knife slicing through flesh with a sickening ease. Blood pooled around Whumpee’s legs, the metallic scent mingling with the damp, musty air of the basement. Whumpee's cries grew weaker, their body wracked with uncontrollable shivers.

Whumper stepped back, surveying their handiwork with a satisfied grin. "You see," they said softly, "this is what pain really feels like."

Whumpee's vision blurred, their mind teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. The pain was a consuming fire, burning away any coherent thought. All that remained was a raw, unfiltered agony that left them broken and hollow.

As the darkness closed in, Whumpee’s last thought was a fleeting wish for an end to the torment, a desperate hope that they would never wake to face their master’s wrath again.

[eight-littlenightmares]

“masochist” Whumpee prompts

(i mean masochist in a nonsexual way for this btw.) trigger warnings: self harm, bad self talk, general bad mental health

Whumpee loves scars and visible injuries, and also the idea of attention for their marks

they wish they were worse. more injured, more traumatized, just generally more hurt

they feel like they deserve to be hurt

sometimes they consider doing things to hurt themself

they feel very sad and maybe panicky if their scars start to fade (they might do things to try to make them stay.. maybe pick at the scabs while the injury is still healing)

they fantasize about being horrifically injured and traumatized

they find pain very interesting. they often enjoy just spectating or analyzing any pain they’re in. for example if they’re on their period and having cramps, even if they have access to medicine they might just intentionally not get any

they enjoy looking at their blood, bruises, and scars. they look at their scars a lot after they’ve healed, and probably wish they had more. or, if the scars aren’t terribly visible, wish that they were more visible and plot how to make the next ones worse.

they feel really bad when they need help

they also feel really bad if they fuck up even the tiniest amount

they also feel really bad if they show weakness. if they get tired, if they’re upset about something small, if they think they’re being dramatic

they are MEAN to themself. internally telling themself that they’re ugly, dramatic, a horrible person

the permanent sense of guilt

..is it bad that i’m kinda Whumpee here?? 😅 all of these are just my experiences.. O_o

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Goretober 1: Poison

prompt list here

[inevitable-pretty-words]

Masochistic Whumpee telling inexperienced Whumper how to hurt them properly.

[rizzoto-whump]

"Is that all you've got? My grandma hits harder than that!"

"I've had paper cuts more painful than this."

"Oh, please hit me again, your pathetic attempts at torture are just adorable."

"Nice try, pal, but those methods are about as effective as a broken umbrella in a thunderstorm."

"It's okay, everyone's bad at their job sometimes. Better luck next torture session."

"Whoever trained you must have been quite the failure too, huh?"

"Are you trying to get me to spill my secrets, or just spill my lunch on this floor?"

"Hey, here's an idea. Why don't you call your superior and tell them you did your best, but unfortunately, I've just got this incredible pain tolerance?"

[salomeslashes]

Thinking about a masochist whumpee who is so into the idea of being murdered and let a whumper tie them up then at a certain point things get too real or too much and they beg the whumper to stop, say they've changed their mind. But the whumper just laughs at them for thinking they still have a choice.

[whumpandothercomfort]

a sadistic whumper and masochist whumpee ?

Sadist whumper has had several pets before, but none with such a high pain tolerance. Toeing whumpee with their boot as they twitch and shudder through a series of electric shocks: "Still with me, sweetling? Mm. Amazing that you're still conscious."

Whumpee desperately trying to hide how good it feels for their muscles to spasm like this, to be unable to escape, each shock causing a zap of renewed pleasure to shoot down their spine.

Whumper crouching beside them and gripping their chin in a gloved hand, tipping their head back, exposing their throat. "Good boy. Nice and compliant. You must have been trained very well." A smile slowly spreading across their face as Whumpee whimpers aloud, trying to turn their face away. "You're awfully flushed. Do you like this?"

Whumpee stuttering out a denial. Whumper smacking them lightly on the cheek, and then laughing at their low groan.

"Oh, you do. Well. That's just precious. Let's see if we can find out which pain makes you feel the best, hm?"

[kazik-bitch-ass-motherfucker]

I have a whump idea!!! Imagine,, Creepy Whumpee! Like, Whumper captured them and starts the usual torture; whips, chains, used up cigarettes, etc. BUT!!! Whumpee is a HEAVY masochist! And they’re like, “Oh? Ohhh!!! Please continue!” And Whumper’s like, “Wha- Wait, wtf??? Yo-you whore! Getting off on something like this!” And Whumpee’s just, “Oh yeeesss!!! Call me a whore as much as you want, Master~❤️❤️❤️” And Whumper is just,, confused and conflicted,, like yea, they’re enjoying torturing someone but then again, they’re making it kinda creepy??? And Whumpee’s making Whumper uncomfortable??? Idk if this’s been done before (if it has, drop a link!) but like,, yesss???

[eight-littlenightmares]

hi. my take on masochist Whumpee.

so, to start off with i am very aware that masochist is most often used in a sexual way, i’m pretty sure the definition is sexual as well, but like personally i just like to twist it a bit and use it differently. (especially since my favorite Whumpee is pretty young and it makes me uncomfortable to have her in any sort of sexual situation, so i avoid those)

anyways, the way i use it is more of a—character seeks out pain and really believes they deserve it. sometimes it gets really twisted around in their head and they might enjoy the scenario. just not in a sexual way.

idk what kind of post this is. anyways this is just my take on masochist Whumpee.

[0meatloaf0]

You hate me so much, don't you? Why don't you just shoot me, then?

Remy (c) bittersweet-fl0wer Chromos (c) me: c'mon, love. make this easy for the both of us and tell me you hate me

[inevitable-pretty-words]

Content — masochist whumpee, nonhuman whumper (pain-eating monster), blood, knife cuts, knife kink, blood kink, suggestive, noncon drugging, implied whumpee turned whumper

Whumpee didn't flinch as he felt the cold blade touching his body, slowly cutting through the skin of his collarbone, creating a wound several centimeters long and staining him with blood.

His heart beat faster, but not because of fear, rather from excitement that was harder to control and was growing with every moment.

The room he was in, presumably the basement, was dark. The only source of light came from the foggy, small windows in the ceiling and a weak flashlight. And yet, in this dim darkness, Whumpee could see that he looked really beautiful in red.

It all started with going to a random bar after an extremely brutal argument with his ex partner. With trying to relieve stress and having a long conversation with a beautiful, charismatic stranger who was now marking his body with wounds. With too many drugged drinks that soon made his vision blur, his breathing slowed, and the noise gradually faded away. Until the darkness came. And then nothing. Emptiness.

He woke up tied to a chair — unnecessarily, because his muscles were too weak for him to even try to escape — with a headache and thoughts so chaotic that he couldn't focus on anything in particular, much less on the reason why. So he just sat and waited — staring at the closed door across from him — not knowing for what exactly.

A short time later, the door opened and a stranger from the bar entered the room, carrying a flashlight in his hand, the light of which was soon directed at his face.

Whumpee hissed at the sudden pain in his eyes, feeling all too well his pupils constrict. Probably another side effect caused by the previously taken drug.

“So you're awake,” his voice was as attention-grabbing as it had been in the bar, only now Whumpee could see… satisfaction in it.

The stranger placed the flashlight on the floor, pointing it at the ceiling, which made the darkness a little brighter. He then stepped closer to him, put his hand in his hair and grabbed it with unnecessary violence, forcing him to look at his face.

Whumpee closed his eyes and a faint smile appeared on his lips, barely visible in the limited light.

"I'm glad," the stranger continued, probably taking his reaction as a sign of pain. "We can finally start."

Whumpee frowned, confused.

"What exactly?" he asked quietly, his voice hoarse.

All he received in response was a smile.

And then the stranger pulled out a knife.

Whumpee merely watched, one might say curiously, as the flashes of light caught on the blade as the knife approached his body and began to trace the first wound.

He shuddered, feeling the sweet pain and blood trickling down his body, not trusting himself enough to open his mouth and say anything, even comment on the events that reminded him of the most wonderful dream.

Whumpee didn't know how much time had passed since then.

His body was decorated with small wounds, lines drawn by an unskilled painter, shallow enough to cause pain, not deep enough to hurt him. His hair was sticking to his forehead and his breathing was irregular. And yet, Whumpee was still smiling softly.

He risked a glance into his captor's eyes, curious about the feelings on his face. And he thought he saw frustration. Although he couldn't be sure of it, from the moment he was drugged, he no longer deceived his senses.

Meanwhile, the stranger raised the knife and, for the first time that night, cut it deeper, burying the entire tip of the blade into the skin.

Whumpee suppressed a moan by biting his lip.

With the next cut, a sigh escaped his lips.

“Could you…” he began to say quietly, though his hoarse voice trembled. "Could you please cut the knife across my neck?" he expressed this desire, once again glancing at the face of the stranger, who froze motionless, shocked by this unusual proposition.

The silence lasted only a few seconds.

The stranger complied with his request, and soon Whumpee felt the blade slowly and precisely glide across his neck, marking him.

Whumpee could no longer hold back the sounds escaping from his throat.

But then the stranger threw the knife on the floor and cursed loudly.

Whumpee flinched, alarmed by the sound and the recurring headache from the noise, and immediately fell silent.

"You're a masochist, aren't you?" the stranger addressed these words to him as an insult.

Whumpee frowned, disoriented.

"Yes," he said hesitantly and cleared his throat, realizing how bad his voice sounded. "Yes, I am," he added more confidently. "And what about it?"

The stranger leaned his hand on the back of the chair and looked into his eyes.

"You're useless, that's it."

Whumpee sighed, even more confused.

"I don't understand..." he started saying, but the stranger silenced him by placing his free hand over his mouth.

"I dragged you here because you were supposed to be my meal. But your pain turns into pleasure too quickly, so I was just wasting my time. And I'm still hungry." The stranger said the last words with a disturbing note, as if he was about to attack Whumpee.

Whumpee, however, tilted his head to the side as if his words were not reaching him. His thoughts swirled chaotically around for a moment before finally coalescing into a completely logical thread. He looked at the stranger with impatience, and he took his hand away from his mouth.

"So you're not human,” he said, and there was no surprise in his voice.

The stranger shook his head and sighed.

"What do you think?" he growled in an angry tone.

Whumpee shuddered involuntarily, but he didn't take his eyes off the stranger's face.

"Do you feed on pain? Ah, so that's why you seemed so frustrated back then. So why did you... continue? Not that I mind, but..."

"I thought you just had a high pain tolerance," the stranger interrupted him again. "Or that I'm doing something wrong, I don't know, I'm cutting you too shallow. But then you started moaning."

Whumpee shrugged, unfazed.

"It's not my fault that you were better than all my previous partners. At least you weren't afraid of... hurting me," he said, a wide smile on his lips.

The stranger simply sighed and crouched down next to him, beginning to untie the rope securing him to the chair.

"Hey, what are you doing??"

"I'm setting you free, obviously. I don't want a masochist. Go and start flirting with other hot guys at the gay bar."

Whumpee rolled his eyes as the rope fell around the chair, freeing him.

"First of all, I'm not able to walk yet. You should have thought before you drugged me. Secondly, I'm not going anywhere."

The stranger shook his head in disbelief and stood in front of him.

"You're not serious."

Whumpee looked him in the eyes.

"Yes, I am. In both cases. You were great, really. Just next time... don't put anything in my drinks. I'm a good boy without drugs. I won't run away." He smiled again.

"There won't be a next time."

Whumpee stopped smiling and his face became irritated.

"What about mental pain?"

"What?"

"I'm asking... if the mental pain isn't enough to make you feel full."

The stranger shook his head.

"Whatever you're suggesting now, it won't work. The mental pain is too... weak. It's not enough. Especially not now."

The stranger turned and headed for the exit.

"Wait, stop!" Whumpee screamed to stop him and immediately started coughing.

The stranger gave him an impatient, hungry look.

“When I talked about the next time,” he said more quietly, “I was serious. So please..."

The stranger shook his head, again.

“I'd be a lot more willing if there was any benefit to it. So far I haven't seen any reason why I should keep you with me."

“I could help you,” there was desperation in his tone.

"How?"

"I have connections, so..."

The stranger's eyes flashed dangerously, and all too quickly he was back at Whumpee.

Whumpee's heart skipped a beat.

"You'll become my assistant, alright?" his sweet, honey-dripping voice did not match the hungry expression on his face. "You will help me abduct someone who is not a masochist, you will help me cover my tracks." Whumpee noticed his smile. The stranger spoke the next words into his ear, making Whumpee shiver. "As a reward, we will repeat this evening as many times as you want. And I will do whatever you want, I will fulfill your desires. And so?" The stranger pulled back to look into his eyes. "What do you think?"

“I dream of nothing else,” he whispered sincerely. But please treat my wounds first." He grimaced as he felt dizzy. "Otherwise I'm afraid I'll really be useless."

[two-sadistic-writers]

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[elftitties]

My biggest flex is that I’ve successfully done juNO without a single ruin and ofc, orgasm

[whump-queen]

BABE WAKE UP ⚡️⚡️NEW REAC JUST DROPPED⚡️⚡️

and it is STUNNING ✨❤️‍🔥✨❤️‍🔥

thank you sosomuch @obsessedwithegos — i will be using this liberally~

(look @the-wind-anon you’re a reaction image now 🌟✨)

[ofmiceandspam]

(TW)Conflicted Feelings P1

She sat isolated in the corner of the room. She heard a bump from outside and flinched then relaxed as she realized it was just the neighbors. She was clearly on edge, covered in bruises and stained with blood on her lip from the nosebleed she received. She stayed in a ball in the all but empty room but the bed which she avoided when she wasn't actively forced to be on it. A long chain attached her to the bed anyway so its not like she could avoid seeing it regardless. Her bruises ached and her nose throbbed, she didn't think it was broken but she didn't have any clue, there was no mirrors in this place. She didn't just fear her captor, due to the fact there was no one else to interact with she became attached to him whenever he allowed her to cling to him. "Ugh, pathetic…Ughhh, why do I want to hug him so badly…ahhh, I wantoclingIwanttocling-" It was a vicious cycle, she would think in her head over and over about how conflicted she felt. While stuck in one of her many loops she snapped out of it as she heard the door open and shook, instinctively making herself smaller in the corner. She was looking down, just staring at his shoes as he entered. " You're a lot weaker then I thought you'd be. I mean I knew you were a masochist so I figured you'd be able to take it better but i didn't realize you'd lose it this easily." She kept her eyes to the floor and didn't respond, she didn't know how to. "Up here" He pointed to his face in a condescending tone. "Eye. Contact. Stop looking down." She made a half whine as she looked up at his face, he was smiling. "What was that noise you just made?" She froze, terrified of his smile. He started to approach her leaned down and gripped her by her hair, one of her eyes closing as she flinched. He leaned in close to her ear "Why do you look so scared?" He dragged her by her hair to the bed, pushing her head down. In her head she kept thinking on a loop "this hurtsthishurtsthishurts, ughh feels good thishurts-" While her mind wandered he pushed a finger inside of her, snapping her out of it as she let out a stifled gasp. He was thrusting in and out of her as she was shaking below him, head still gripped by his hand. Unable to move, "Why is it you only ever make noises when something is inside you or hitting you, hm?" He went harder, she was trembling. He released his grip on her hair and clutched his fingers into the bruises he made on her arm. Her eyes began to water as she clenched her teeth and completely lost it now, she was beginning to pant from pleasure as she got wetter around his fingers. "There it is, that's what I like to see. You broken. " He pulled out his fingers and tugged down his pants, already hard he pushed it inside of her. She let out a breathy yelp and kept panting with half her eyes closed.