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can i get a whumpee in a straitjacket pls???? Thank you so much

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“Your latest escape attempt has irked me, to say the least,” Whumper drawled.

They approached Whumpee with something concealed behind their back.

“I do everything for you, give you all you could ever want,” they went on, “yet the moment my back is turned, you try to leave me. Why do you keep trying to leave me, Whumpee?”

The gag in Whumpee’s mouth kept them from answering, and the two agents holding them down on either side kept them from scuttling back in their chair. Whumper produced what they had been hiding from behind their back, and Whumpee visibly paled. A straitjacket, with buckles and straps going all the way down to the ankles rather than stopping at the waist. Without warning, Whumper and the two agents began to wrangle them into it, despite their muffled protests and pleas. By the time it was on, Whumpee had tears streaming down their face.

The agents zipped up the suit, and Whumper started to pull and buckle the straps. Whumpee squealed from the sudden compression- the straps were far too tight. Whumper circled them until they were right in front of them once again. They reached out a hand and wiped the tears from their face. Whumpee flinched hard, nearly toppling over.

“Oh Whumpee,” Whumper sighed, “do I have to give you a drug as well?”

Whumpee shook their head fervently. Whumper held up a hand, then nodded to their agents. One of them produced a syringe, handing it to Whumper.

“Mmph!” Whumpee pleaded desperately, new tears forming.

“Well I can’t give you a pill with that on,” Whumper said, tapping their gag, “I’m afraid this is the only way you can take your medicine.”

Whumper brushed Whumpee’s hair from their neck and injected the contents of the syringe into their system. Whumpee cried out through the gag, the sound never making it out of their throat.

“Shhh, all done,” Whumper said, kissing the injection site, “it’s alright now.”

Whumpee took shallow breaths through their nose which steadily became deeper as the drug sucked them down into a forced calm. They slumped forward in the chair, their hair falling like a curtain in front of their face.

Whumper nodded to the agents, who left the room. They scooped their captive up in a bridal carry and brought them over to the bed. They laid them down on the soft mattress, then started to apply the bed’s straps to their suit; this would keep Whumpee from falling out. Once that was done, they pulled the blankets up to their chin.

“Some time like this will help you reflect,” Whumper said gently, “I do hate to punish you so, but it’s necessary.”

Whumpee avoided Whumper’s gaze, their glassy eyes growing heavy. They wriggled in their excessive restraints, trying and failing to get free. In their stupor, they still tried to beg through the gag.

“Mmm…”

“I know I said I hate to punish you like this, but I must admit, you are adorable in this state,” Whumper said, carding a hand through Whumpee’s hair, “maybe your punishment should last a little longer.”

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[jordanstrophe]

Abandoned Whumpee

[Previous]--[Masterlist]--[Next] CW: Taken, whumper medic/forced medical whump, stitches, blood loss, defiance, restrained

The last thing whumpee saw was blood leaving their body

... And nearly all of it.

They flicked their eyes open; they were laying on a table with a light beaming on their chest. Whumper was standing next to them rummaging around equipment and didn't notice them awake.

Whumpee silently stared with a horrified gaze. They could see the gloves whumper wore, drenched and dripping with blood. They tried to climb off the table as quietly as they could, but something snagged their wrists as metal clacked together.

Whumper heard the sound, spinning around as whumpee was frozen almost half-off the table. "Easy, easy now. You just got a lot of stitches." Whumper softly spoke.

Whumpee plummeted into sheer panic. They tried to sit up, but a weight around their chest strapped them down.

"Oh no no no, take a breath, we're almost done." Whumper tried to soothe. They grabbed whumpee by the hip and pulled them back to the center of the table. They tightened the strap around whumpee's chest and gave the binds on their wrists a tug.

"Wh-y ... Why are you do-doing th- ss... Le-let me go-" Whumpee heaved. Whumper touched their forehead as whumpee flinched and squeezed their eyes shut. They hoped when they opened them next, whumper would be gone.

They ended up not being able to open them at all.

.........

.........

Whumpee could barely blink awake. They felt numb.

They were laid on a stretcher in an infirmary; their enemies infirmary, nonetheless. There was a blanket tucked around them as whumpee frantically ripped it off and pulled their shirt up. There were perfect stitches and a well dressed wound on their side. Their right arm had a silver handcuff that bound their wrist to the bed.

Whumpee let out a long, drawn-out sigh. What had they gotten themselves into...

"How do you feel?" A voice asked.

Whumpee looked up; whumper's head was poking out from the side of the divider watching them. Whumpee almost gasped, but managed to clench their jaw instead.

"That's a cute expression. Really though, how do you feel?" Whumper came out and crossed their arms.

"You saved me." Whumpee hissed like an accusation.

"Yes, you're welcome. How do you feel." Whumper repeated more sternly.

"Why would you save me? You ... You of all people. We're enemies. You were supposed to kill me on sight." Whumpee narrowed their eyes.

Whumper sighed and dragged a hand down their face. "You still don't understand..." They sat on the bedside as whumpee tried to jump off, but the handcuff held onto their wrist. "Is that all you think you're worth? Nothing but a sacrificial cattle? A lamb for slaughter?"

"-Yes! Yes I do!" Whumpee shouted over them. "My sacrifice was worth it to me. Because I stayed back, my team is safe now. Safe from you." Whumpee snapped and leaned in. "You lost."

Whumper stared with a raised brow; they were mostly surprised whumpee had the energy to throw a fit.

"You know, you're not the only one they've left behind." Whumper shrugged. Whumpee cocked their head to the side without taking their eyes away.

"Every time we corner your team, one person always gets left behind. It's sad, really. Your team's been getting picked off one by one if you think about it. Was it your turn to die?"

Whumpee swallowed past the pit in their throat. "Look... If you saved me just to get information out of me, then I'm terribly sorry, you've wasted a lot of your time. You know I'm willing to die for them, so either get it over with, or let me go." Whumpee spoke behind clenched teeth.

"Let you go?" Whumper belted out laughing, "My darling little lamb, that would be the same as killing you!" They wiped a tear and put a hand on whumpee's knee.

"What's that supposed to mean." Whumpee swatted their hand off.

"Then let's say I let you go. You go running back to your team, they see you alive, intact and... Well, they'll assume you gave them up." Whumper pulled the blanket back around whumpee and tucked them back in.

"-And then, they'll kill you."

Whumpee's face went blank, both fists clutched the blanket, their eyes didn't cry, but glossed like they wanted to. They wished whumper was playing mind games, but there was truth in it. Their team would assume they were compromised and whumpee was the cause.

"Regardless if I left you or took you, you're dead to them. You wouldn't be welcomed back; would be one of us." Whumper poured a glass of water and nudged it into whumpee's hand. They barely reacted, they were far gone in their own thoughts.

"Now I'll ask you one more time."

"How do you feel?"

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[emcscared-whumps]

A lovely little scene from Shifting Phases i drew for a challenge over on WLC last year :) (awh, he hasn't tried to escape yet, how cute <3) I'm usually slow at drawing, but I had my phone, some spare time, and a whole lot of inspiration for the prompts "water" and "bloody surface" lol

How did I not post actual whump art of mine on the tungle?? Who knows lol, not me

Pete Spencer's character profile is [Here]

[whumpbythefireside]

Hello! This poll was submitted to me, therefore it doesn’t fit my niche but I love posting polls so here it is!

(If you want a suggest a poll for me to post, you can send it through my ask box and I’ll post it anonymously.)

[whump-in-the-coffee-cup]

“Used as Bait” Trope

Requested by @whumperofworlds​ | I like to see your take on the "used as bait" trope (basically, whumper kidnapping a whumpee as bait for whumpee's friends/team), with either your OCs, generic, or fanfiction, whichever you think fits best!

CONTENT WARNINGS: bad caretaker, manipulation, whumper turned caretaker, caretaker turned whumper, conditioned whumpee, reincarnation whump, test subject whumpee, restrained whumpee

Action Prompts

[ breath ] - Whumpee is forced to hold their breath as they’re submerged in a clear box filled with water, and left out in the open.

[ house ] - Caretaker puts Whumpee in a safe house, but inadvertently leaving them without necessities. Essentially putting Whumpee in captivity under the false pretense of security from Whumper.

[ medicine ] - Whumpee is in the hospital, and Caretaker utilizes that fact to figure out who Whumper is, since they are a doctor who has been hurting patients.

[ repose ] - Whumpee is lying somewhere, anxious and tense, waiting for someone to save them from the elements. All they hope it won’t be Whumper.

[ wounded ] - Whumpee is hurt and limping to safety. They leave a trail of blood that leads to where they are, and where they may be going.

[ simplicity ] - Whumpee is tied up to a chair in a warehouse, and is trying to stay still so they don’t tug on any strings that may jostle the bottle of acid above them.

Scenarios

Whumpee is tasked with acting as bait in Caretaker’s plan to apprehend Whumper, but the Caretaker is the only one who knows it is going to fail. Whumpee, assured that they’ll be fine, takes chance with false hope. But the entire thing doesn’t work because of Whumper discovering the plan beforehand.

^ You could have Caretaker forcing Whumpee to be bait too. Which makes Whumper telling Whumpee that Caretaker never cared for them in the first place; Caretaker was a selfish human being, maybe even worse than Whumper.

^ How Whumper stops the plan could be dark too; they kill Caretaker in an act of self-defense, and maybe their Whumpee is conditioned to believe that Whumper is the only person who cares about them.

Or maybe you have an Immortal Whumper and a Whumpee who frequently reincarnates. Whumpee is used often as bait to lure out Whumper’s enemies, and Whumper convinces every reincarnation of Whumpee that what they are doing is for good. Every reincarnation is basically Whumpee getting a renewed body for Whumper to break in many ways. Maybe Whumper has favorite methods of making Whumpee bait too.

^ You could also have Whumpee being different in every reincarnation. In one, they are feisty, defiant, and reckless. Whumper gets to punish them every time they deviate from the plan. But in another, Whumpee is more compliant, easy to break, but incredibly pain tolerant. Whumper gets to have longer punishment sessions if this version of Whumpee disobeys.

^ Maybe in one time, Whumper conditions Whumpee to see it as a good use of their life. And they hold onto that hope that the next life may be better without pain, and Whumper may or may not just mock that very belief.

Maybe in an effort to figure out Whumper’s plans to recapture Whumpee, Caretaker decides to test some things just in case. Only issue is, Whumpee is the only one who knows Whumper well enough. Caretaker decides to do tests on Whumpee, like putting them outside for long hours of time, restraining them in positions that makes it hard to escape, and so on. Whumpee protests, of course, but Caretaker simply says its for both of their safety. Maybe Whumpee realizes that Caretaker is worse than Whumper too. Then later on, Caretaker indirectly helps Whumper and makes their work easier than harder.

Feel free to use these prompts! Make sure to credit me if using, and use the tag #coffee prompts so I can see what you make!

[cpt-winters]

Okay, so I've Had a Whumpy Thought...

Upon their arrival, Team halts dead in their tracks, staring wide-eyed as Whumpee wraps the chains Whumper once used to bind them around Whumper's neck, pulling back with all their strength with a crazed, almost-animalistic look in their eyes.

Cue Whumpee collapsing to their knees after Whumper's body slumps to the floor. That thousand-yard stare falling over Whumpee's features as their mind refuses to register whatever following commotion unfurls around them.

Can't stop thinking about variations of this trope after reading this post

[bilightningwhumper]

Hollow Mirror- Alice in Wonderland retelling

TNEI Tumblr Masterlist

Rating:

Explicit (18+ only)

Basic Premise:

F/M romance; multiple/various whumpees, multiple/various whumpers, multiple/various caretakers

Summary:

[Under construction] All main characters 18+ unless specified otherwise (ie, certain flashbacks).

Notes:

Warnings for SA and forced Little Play (character used it as a coping mechanism and now it's reversed against her); This fic is going to contain heavy abuse from multiple abusers to their female victim. Mental, physical, sexual, etc. ; other warnings to be added as time goes on I do not condone Rape/Noncon irl. This is purely a way to vent and cope.

(* for mature/18+ posts)

Tumblr posts:

Prologue (in progress)

Excerpts:

Coming in October!

[jordanstrophe]

Hallow Island, 2

[part 1] [Series Masterlist] [Part 3]

CW: Back-handed slap, gagged, bound, manhandled, controlling whumper, kidnapping/imprisoned, sliiight failed escape attempt if you squint

The strap around whumpees wrists and ankles were undone and they were tugged out of their airplane seat by an arm.

Immediately whumpee tried to rip the gag out of their mouth, but whumper took it as an opportunity to get their other arm.

"Easy! Easy now. I don't want to hurt you. Calm yourself." Whumper lulled. The words sickened whumpee to the core as they got one more burst of adrenaline and managed to rip an arm loose.

"HEY!" Whumper yelled, swiping to grab them but whumpee twisted free and bolted out the plane exit just as it opened.

The second their foot was out the door, they ran face first into two guards who seemed like they were waiting right there for them. They each grabbed an arm and pinned whumpee between them, neither budging their grip.

Whumper sniffed angrily and motioned for the guards to turn them around; before striking whumpee hard against the cheek. They whimpered as the side of their face hit the guards arm by force.

"I really tried being gentle with you... Try anything like that again and you'll lose that privilege." Whumper spat, grabbing whumpees face as they flinched.

"Nod if you understand." Whumper hissed.

Whumpees eyes flickered between defiance and fear, before giving a small angry nod. There was nothing they could do between the two guards aside from giving in.

"Splendid. Take them to the hollow. I want them clean and ready for tonight. And check their cheek before they go up for auction, I don't want to see a bruise. It's bad for business." Whumper fixed their sleeve and waved them off.

Whumpee felt weightless between the two guards. If they fought they got yanked so hard their feet went off the ground. The island was surrounded by a sandy beach, their toes left skid marks from where they struggled. They tried burying their heels but all they did was get sand in their shoes.

Despite it being an island, they could see massive glass buildings in the center beyond the palm trees. Up ahead there was a cave with a built in iron wall and door. Whumpee tried to plead with the guards, but all they could do was make sad muffled noises.

The guard on their left never looked at them once. The guard on their right occasionally glanced to make sure they weren't squeezing too tight, at least not enough to leave a mark.

Someone from the inside opened the door. The halls got dark quick and soon enough, whumpee was gently laid down in a cell where they sunk to the floor on their knees. That would be their chance to run if they had the energy; it took the plane nearly a day to get wherever they were and they spent the last energy in pitiful efforts.

"Someone will be by soon to look you over. Just try and get some rest, mmkay?" The last guard spoke, looking over their shoulder. Whumpee ripped the gag out of their mouth and shouted "PLEASE HELP ME!" Before the door slammed shut.

Whumpee let loose a broken cry they had been holding in since they shoved the gag in the first place. 

To be continued- [Series Masterlist]

@enigmawritesstuff

[defire]

Manhandling--especially done in silence.

Content: manhandling, humiliation, beating

Slammed into the top of a desk with their arm twisted behind them

Whumpee wincing and freezing under whumper's weight as they realize they're trapped; if they move any more their wrist is going to break

whumpee crushing their lips in their teeth to hold back cries of pain that they'd be punished for

Guards shoving in a manacled, stumbling whumpee before the king, kicking him to his knees and forcing him to bow so low his forehead hits the flagstones

Fist in the hair to yank whumpees head up

Or fingernails bruising into the cheeks for the same goal

Whumpee frustrated to rage that they aren't being allowed to just walk straight, instead they have to throw them into walls and slam them down into seats

Looking up with a livid glare at main whumper when they get there

Whumpee starting to speak, "wait, just--" gets yanked so hard the words catch before he staggers forward

"I can walk." Whumpee growls next time they come for him. Snarky guard--"well, you're to be dragged."

When the whumpers step away from whumpee, now tied up and gagged on the floor, panting through his nose

Humiliating punishments like whipping while whumpee is tied up like this, whumpee floundering awkwardly away with a muffled shriek at every strike

Holding whumpee's arms so whumper can punch them over and over in the stomach

A lineup of prisoners, but whumpee is the only one that gets thrown and kicked into position

[cravesunconditionallove]

That moment when caretaker/team finds Whumpee.

They are expecting them to be in bad shape, but when caretaker/team finally finds Whumpee, they’re so much worse than they imagined. Beaten. Broken. Left for dead. They’re bound and blindfolded and gagged and flinch as caretaker/team approaches.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Whumpee,” they say as they get closer to Whumpee and get a better look at their injuries: their arms, tied behind their back, have been broken at the forearm and lie askew. It looks like someone took a baseball bat to their face—it’s covered in deep bruises. Their breathing is shallow and quick, maybe they let out a cry of pain as caretaker/team try to pick them up to carry them—they can’t walk.

If anyone knows some whumpy scenes/tv shows/writing that has this PLEASE share I am in dire need

[whump-in-the-closet]

dialogue prompts for traitor whumpees

(cws in tags)

the betrayed:

"What are you doing? Why did you lock...why did you lock the door?"

"No! Stop, you can't do this!"

"You don't have to do this."

"I thought I could trust you."

"When I get out of this-- when, not if-- when I get out, you're going to wish you were dead."

"Fucker. I always knew you were trouble. No one else listened, did they? They took in your sob story and swallowed it whole."

"Oh, you're sorry? You're sorry? Why don't you run back to your master like the dog you are?"

"Fuck off."

"I don't want to hear it. I don't!"

"We should have never trusted you. We should have never helped you."

"You're going to regret this, I promise you."

the betrayer:

"I'm...so sorry."

"Its for your own good."

"This was the only way, you don't understand."

"I'm sorry-- I had to, they forced me-- please, please forgive me."

"This would be much easier for you if you just held still."

"Oh? Are the handcuffs a little tight? Do they pinch? My bad, let me just cut off your circulation here."

"This is very satisfying, I have to admit. And just the tiniest bit humorous."

"Someone gag them. They never know when to shut up."

"You really should have known better."

"Why on earth did you think I ever needed your help?"

"It was me or you, old friend. And I really prioritize survival over any relationship."

"It's nothing personal. It just had to be done."

"I may regret this, I may not. At least I'll be alive to regret it."

"You don't understand what they did to me. You will though. Soon."

"Oh shut up, this isn't even the worst part."

"I had no idea some of the most brilliant minds in the world were so... gullible."

"God, you lot were stupid. You...followed me into a basement. Seriously, what is up with that?"

[letitbehurt]

Something about a defiant Whumpee dutifully playing the fawn and Whumper buying approximately none of it.

[whump-in-the-coffee-cup]

Whump Prompt #5

Previous Prompt

CWs: caretaker-turned-whumpee, pet whump, torture, tongue whump, implied cut-off tongue, caretaker replacing whumpee, intimate whumper, sadistic whumper, implied multiple whumpees, restraint whump, captivity whump

Crimson coated most of the surfaces of the basement. Caretaker could see layers of it, some dried and some fresh. Obviously, the fresh ones came from no one else but them.

They winced at the sound Whumper’s tools made when they clattered on the table. It ringed in their ears, even when it shouldn’t have. They tugged at their bindings, but it only made the rope dig deeper into their skin.

“You look pretty like that, you know.” Whumper’s voice replaced the silence. “It’s a breath of fresh air to have you here, Caretaker. I was admittedly getting bored of Whumpee… and was thinking of disposing them soon.”

The wicked smile Whumper had forced Caretaker to hold in their breath. The salty, metallic taste overwhelmed their mouth. It was no use begging anymore when they could feel lacerations on their tongue.

“So Caretaker, I wonder how long you will last?”

[screams-n-shackles]

I like tied up Whumpees as much as the next person but you know what I love?

Mental Restraints

Whumpee being forced to hold still while they are beaten to a pulp while their s/o is held at gunpoint. Locking their arms behind their back, digging their own nails into their skin as to not make a move.

Whumpee who cannot scream or make any other sound because rough punishment awaits if they do.

Whumpee who is guaranteed to come back after tasks obediently because Whumper has something or someone they want.

Whumpee who cannot hurt someone else because their morals hinder them. Leading them into an even worse situation.

Whumpee having to do anything Whumper asks of them because blackmail material exists and got into the wrong hands. Or even better, has been faked but is good enough to ruin Whumpees whole life if they don't play nice.

The helplessness of being aware that they are physically capable to end all of this in a bloody mess. But the price is too high.

[writinglittlepains]

hidden restraints in public:

bound ankles under a long skirt

shock collar under a turtleneck

chained hands inside the pockets of a hoodie

a gag under a facemask

clear tape gag

[defire]

Whumpee that's just stress reliever

Inspired by this post

Content: restraints, beatings, punishments, prisoner of war

Whumpee is already on the floor. Whumper kicks them over and over with every word, said through their teeth in pure rage

Whumpee tied up as whumper lays down on the bed next to them and starts rubbing over their whole body, maybe using them as a body pillow, telling them about their stressful day

Whumper goads whumpee into talking back so they can feel justified taking them down to the punishment room

Whumpee that is used to this and is SO good at being submissive. Until their self-esteem is so shattered they barely look whumper in the eyes.

Whumpee is the "favorite" prisoner of war to whump. Their reactions are the bravest out of anyone there, and the soldiers often drag whumpee off to a different cell to "take care of them" together

Other POW's trying to get special treatment and hating whumpee for getting treated "better". And whumpee can't bring themselves to tell them others what's ACTUALLY happening.