#teeth whump

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

unpopular opinion but whump should and deserves to be messy

"Yeah duh there's plenty of scenarios with blood and tears--" no. I want more.

I want pink tinted spit dribbling out of Whumpee's mouth. I want strings of saliva connecting between their busted lip to Whumper's tongue. I want drool running down the corners of their mouths because of a gag that makes it difficult to swallow.

I want sweat making Whumpee feel sticky and clammy to the touch. I want their skin to be slick and soaking into their soiled clothes. I want them to squirm in discomfort of a dirty shirt clinging to their back from precious fluids that are going to risk further dehydration. I want their hair to be continuously damp and hanging in thick strands in their face.

I want the scabs to turn white with pus and black with infection. I want old wounds to tear open and bleed a thick red. I want the pink flesh underneath to pulse and quiver, the sight of yellow fat and cartilage. I want blood vessels and capillaries to burst and spread over an area, I want burns to start brown and peel away to a tender pink.

I want Whumpee to vomit out of their nose because their mouth is gagged. I want bile to reek on their clothing and on their tongue. I want them to grow use to the taste of bitter blood and burning chyme forever in the back of their throat. I want them to have to snort and hack to be able to spit out whatever was still caught on their tongue or risk swallowing it down.

I want their tears to remain unwiped and crusting over their eyes. I want snot to smear over their cheeks and leave their lips uncomfortably tacky. I want their face to remain blotchy and red because they just can't get it clean. I want dirt and blood and skin to build up under their fingernails to the point they risk infecting their own wounds if they try and mess with it. I want Whumpee to only be sprayed down with cold water and an old towel, never any soap and never in all the creases of their body.

I want their bodies caked in grime and viscera and bodily fluids. I want Whumper to never give them the luxury of feeling clean and in fact actively making them more filthy each time. I want Whumpee's clothes yellowed and their hair matted and their skin sickly. I want injuries to never properly heal so that the only option is to amputate the necrosis. I want Whumper to force Whumpee to clean up whatever kind of mess they made by licking it off the floor.

I want arteries to spew like a garden sprinkler. I want the exposed roots of pulled teeth to dangle freely in their mouth. I want Whumpee's hair, including all of their body hair, to grow to unruly lengths that are constantly tangled and ingrown. I want them to find comfort in starving because it means there's nothing to risk throwing up. I want them to scrub their skin raw and bleeding, uncaring how much it aggravates their injuries or how the soap stings, the first chance they're given for a real bath.

I want it to be nasty!!!!!!

[whump-galaxy]

A monster whumpee being used for spells, potions, and charms. Most days it’s nothing more than clippings of fur or tears. Other days it’s teeth and blood. They dread the day it becomes skin and bones.

[lumpywhump]

tw: teeth/mouth whump

Y'all for like whumpee's imprisoned in a dank cell that just gets basic needs filled + torture. TEETH. The dudes got teeth. The dude prob doesn't have access to a toothbrush so like imagine the possibilities! whumpee who can't eat anything with extreme temperatures bc of all the cavities. Whumper who forces whumpee to anyways!

whumper making fun of whumpee for their bad breath

ridiculing whumpee when one of their teeth fall out. "Wow whumpee you should be taking better care of your self."

if whumpee gasps and the air is cold then that hurts a lot with cavities!

whumper taking it upon themself to "fix" whumpee's problem by ripping their teeth out.

[a-living-canvas]

Moon Milk and Paper Stars

Whumper was sipping on his coffee, enjoying the calm evening in a cafe when a chair across from him was being pulled out and someone sat on it. It's Whumpee. Again. This time with a bouquet of flowers that eventually would be thrown away by Whumper. Just like the usual.

But Whumpee didn't seem to catch on that yet, that Whumper wasn't interested in them.

They were a nuisance to him. Kept coming back with chocolates, letters, and gifts. Whumper put his cup on the table, looking at Whumpee while letting out an exasperated sigh. Hoping that would be enough to shoo away the creature in front of him.

But it wasn't, and Whumper regretted not rolling his eyes at Whumpee while he still had the chance. 

"I have something to give you." Whumpee said giddily, eyes beaming with excitement. Whumper sighed again.

"Yeah, I can see that. "

Whumpee held out the bouquet on the air, fingers slightly touched with Whumper's as he took the flowers from them.

Heliotrope.

Oh, how sweet. Whumper chuckled in disbelief at whumpee's level of delusional. Did they really think they could be with him? 

"Do you like it?" Whumpee asked with a smile. They were hoping their tender gift could cheer Whumper up in some kind of way. Seeing him smile was enough for them.

"Oh, of course I like it. It's pretty and has deep meanings about it. Although I must ask, what's with the gifts and flowers? Could you perhaps wish for us to be more than just strangers?" 

Whumper asked, silently observing Whumpee's facial expression. They looked down on their lap, cheeks tinted red in embarrassment. "I…I do have to admit, I really hope we could be more than just strangers…if you don't mind…"

Whumper nodded in understanding. "Sure, I wouldn't mind being your friend if that's what you want."

Whumpee hesitated. They lifted their head to look at Whumper, "No…not just friends. I mean, like, maybe we could be…lovers?"

Whumper bursted out laughing at that. He covered his mouth with his hand as he laughed, eyes tearing up in amusement. Lovers? That's absurd. Totally absurd. What were they thinking when they said that?

"Oh no no no, you don't want to be my lover. " Whumper stated, still smiling and chuckling. Whumpee smiled reassuringly, leaning slightly on the table.

"I mean it…! I want to be your lover. You are a wonderful and kind person."

Oh no, now they looked at Whumper like he needed validation and encouragement to be more confident with himself. Whumper smirked, playing along as he sipped on his coffee.

 

"Is that so? Or is that just how you want to see me? I'm not easy to handle, you know?"

"I'm sure I can handle you just fine…! You just need to give me a chance to prove that…"

Whumper raised an eyebrow. "You sure, huh?" He sipped on his coffee again, finishing the last bit of liquid as he pondered in his head. "I could give you a chance if you want it…"

He narrowed his eyes at Whumpee. "But just that, don't expect more from me."

Whumpee nodded. "I promise."

~

"Give me your bag." Whumper ordered as they stood on the doorway at Whumper's house. Whumpee slightly taken aback in confusion but then they handed the bag to Whumper and entered the residence. 

The house was kept simple, not many decorations but still had its spark. Whumper had many dogs, all gathered in one room as they were eating. Meat specifically. Something felt off about it but Whumpee just brushed it away.

They walked straight to the bedroom. Whumpee entered hesitantly, not sure what to do even though they could already feel excitement swelling inside them. Whumper took off his jacket before running his fingers through his hair.

"Now, let's see if you are capable of pleasing me." Whumper turned around and faced Whumpee, eyes darken with sinister intent. 

"Get on your knees."

Whumpee blinked their eyes a few times. "...what?" 

"Don't make me say it again."

Whumper ordered. His tone of voice changed slightly. More dominant, more commanding. Whumpee swallowed hard, they weakened their knees and fell to the ground. They could feel their heart beating so fast when Whumper walked towards them, tipping their chin up slowly until their eyes looked directly on the ceiling before it got replaced with Whumper's eyes.

Whumpee had a hard time breathing in that position. They could feel a few strands of their hair being pushed to the back of their ears with gentle fingers. Whumper closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he exhaled softly.

"Open your mouth." 

Whumpee obeyed. They opened their mouth, feeling the pad of Whumper's thumbs brushed across the crown of their bottom teeth. It's so soothing, almost intimate when Whumper suddenly pushed his thumbs against Whumpee's teeth. 

Whumpee's eyes widened in shock. Pain registered in their mind as they grabbed Whumper's wrists almost instantly, trying to stop the pain. But Whumper didn't budge at all from his position. He kept pressing Whumpee's teeth, blood dripping down from their mouth to the floor. 

Whumpee's groans and whimpers were completely ignored by Whumper. He stopped putting the pressure when Whumpee's incisors fell out to the ground. Whumpee breathing heavily, looking up at Whumper in fear. They wanted to say something, to ask why, but they were just met with his cold and creepy smile.

"Having fun, Whumpee? Are you really sure you can handle me? Can you handle anything that is much worse than this?" 

Whumpee went speechless. Tears streaming down their face. They just wanted to be there for Whumper, to care and love him. Not…not whatever that's happening right now. 

"Do you know what I want, Whumpee?" Whumper asked. He walked towards Whumpee again and grabbed a fistful of their hair, leaning down to their height. He looked at Whumpee with narrowing eyes and spoke with his commanding voice.

"I don't want you to view me as a potential romantic partner. No, I don't want that. I want you to worship me with every single part of your being. Your body belongs to me. I own you."

Whumpee whimpered softly. Their fingers trembling like mad. They realised it now, how wrong they were to try to fix someone like Whumper. 

"Oh, darling, don't leave me hanging like this, hm?" Whumper chuckled softly as he released Whumpee's hair before moving to grab their chin instead. Whumpee stammered as they made eye contact with Whumper.

"I-I truly love you. I just want to help you…w-why can't you just let me…?"

Whumper's eyes softened. He stroked Whumpee's hair gently. "Oh, Whumpee…it's not your fault if a weak and pathetic creature like you would be attracted to a predator like me. That's just how it should be."

"But that's also why you need to know your place, to embrace your nature and submit to me…rather than defying the law…" Whumper stood up again, looking down at Whumpee.

"Now be a good slave and kiss my feet."

~

Part 2

[whumperofworlds]

A Whumper who's torture is pulling teeth.

Except that Whumpee has some cavities in their teeth that desperately need out. And Whumpee was RELIEVED that their teeth are getting pulled.

"Oh thank God. I don't care if you don't have anything to numb the pain. Anything to get this damn cavity out! Can't you believe that our teeth are considered luxuries and how expensive it is to get a dentist?!"

"...Are you okay?"

[redd956]

Mini Whump Prompt 47

Caretaker has always hated vampires, especially since when they were younger they had been attacked by one. They’re starting to second guess it all, when they come across a vampire who has been defanged.

[spookyboywhump]

Apologies to my beloved blorbo for this one. I swear I love Jet I really do-

CW: Pet whump, mouth whump, tooth whump, this one is. More bloody than the last one.

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He regretted the action as soon as he’d done it. She kept grabbing his face, roughly grabbing his jaw, digging her nails into his skin, he couldn’t take it any longer. He wasn’t even thinking when she reached for him again, and he snapped- literally, snapping and biting her hand.

She gasped, swearing and yanking her hand away, and he didn’t fight her, in fact he stared at her in horror, his heart sank as he realized what he had done. He knew he’d be punished for this, and when he saw the smallest drop of blood well up from where his teeth had broken her skin, he knew he’d be punished for it harshly.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted out immediately. “I’m sorry ma’am, I’m sorry, please- please forgive me, I’m sorry!” He begged, his heart pounding so hard his chest hurt. “I didn’t mean to, that- that was stupid, I don’t know why I did that, I-I was scared, I’m sorry.”

“Shut up!” She snapped at him, slapping him across the face. It stung, but he was almost relieved, he was used to being slapped around, he could handle that. “I don’t want to hear it! You will never do that again, do you understand me?” She said sternly, and he nodded.

“I won’t, I promise, I’ll be good, I swear!” He insisted. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just- I just-“

“That’s enough.” She ordered him, and he shut his mouth, staring at the floor as he was too scared to even look at her directly. “You will be good, I’m only going to teach you this lesson once.” She told him, turning away from him. He already knew to expect punishment, he just didn’t know what to expect, and that made it even more terrifying. When he looked down, he realized his hands were shaking, he clenched his fists to try and ignore that, to try and hide it from her. He really felt stupid for it now, for thinking he could actually defend himself. He already knew he was stuck here, what good was it trying to fight back? She’d already made that clear, he wasn’t going anywhere unless she said so.

“Look at me, mutt.” She ordered, and he forced himself to look up. It seemed he wasn’t quick enough, as she roughly grabbed his jaw again, digging her fingers into his face until it hurt. “Open your mouth.” She said, he did as he was told, but it wasn’t until he’d done so that he saw the pliers she was holding in her other hand. His blood ran cold, his eyes widened and he instinctively tried to pull back but she just dug her nails into his skin. “Stay still, or I’ll strap you down and remove all your fucking teeth one by one.” He froze, he didn’t know if she meant it and he didn’t want to find out.

He would’ve begged her not to do this, to punish him any other way, but that already hadn’t gotten him anywhere, it seemed to only make her angrier. As she actually brought the pliers to his open mouth, he whimpered pathetically, scared half to death but even more scared to move and find out what she would do to him for it. He tried to blink away the tears welling up in his eyes, but he was unsuccessful, and he didn’t even have it in himself to care how pitiful he looked right now. The metal gripped one of his canine teeth, and he suddenly found it even harder to keep himself from crying, the anticipation almost felt like it was worse than the pain that was to come. That was, until she finally yanked on his tooth.

He didn’t know if he had bad teeth, or if she’d done this before to the point she could execute it expertly. Either way, his tooth was ripped from his mouth and he howled in pain as she briefly let go of his face. He immediately brought his hands up to cover his mouth, struggling to breathe through his nose. He couldn’t calm himself down, getting more and more panicked, especially when he pulled his hands away and saw the mess left behind. She discarded his tooth on the floor like it was nothing, looking down on him like he was just an annoyance to her, that cruel, uncaring look she gave him just upset him more.

“I-I’m suh-sorry…” He whined, desperate for any mercy she’d be willing to give, but he knew it was unlikely.

“Quiet. Open your mouth, there’s still one more.” She demanded, and he let out a broken sob, unable to hold it in as his body was wracked with fear. Still, he did as he was told, he squeezed his eyes shut, opened his mouth, and waited for the inevitable as she grabbed his face once again. His jaw ached, his mouth was filled with the metallic taste of his own blood, and as he felt the grip on his other tooth, he found he was silently praying she’d change her mind, that she’d decide that one was enough. He’d never prayed before, not that he could remember, but as she yanked on his tooth he was quickly made aware that nobody was listening, and nothing could help him. This one didn’t come out on the first try, he cried out in pain, clenching his fists so tightly his nails dug into the palms of his hands, but with the second harsh tug, she ripped that tooth free as well, leaving him sobbing hysterically on the floor, hands cupped over his mouth to try and muffle his cries.

She looked at him disdainfully, wiping her hand on the long black skirt she wore, disgusted by the mix of blood and saliva that had run down his chin when she still held him in place. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her, not when she was still so angry with him, and not when he’d risk seeing his own bloodied teeth on the floor next to him. He suddenly felt nauseous, he’d never been particularly squeamish when it came to blood but this was getting to be too much for him.

“You’re fucking pathetic.” She sneered at him, her words like another slap to the face after what she’d already done to him. “You act so tough yet you can’t even handle that? I think you’ll want to be careful from now on, I don’t want to have to do that again but if you give me a reason to then I absolutely will.” She warned him, but it was a lesson he didn’t need to learn twice, he’d never bite her again, he wouldn’t even think about it. He pulled his hands from his face, sniffling as he wiped them on his pants, disgusted with himself as he could only imagine what a mess he was.

“Y-yes ma’am…” He murmured, struggling to speak through the pain in his mouth. “I-I’ll be good…” He told her, and he hoped so badly she believed him, hoped she would trust him to be good and behave from now on.

He hoped he’d never have to experience something that horrible ever again.

[saccharine-suffering]

Let's talk about teeth.

I can't imagine too many whumpers are giving their captives toothbrushes. And when teeth are uncared for, cavities form. And when cavities are untreated, infections happen. And when infections happen, whumpee is left in agony.

You see, the nerves in your head are very sensitive, and very connected. An infected cavity isn't a mere pain in the jaw, no, it will radiate into the eye, the ear, the skull, the nose. A passive torture that only gets worse and worse the longer it goes untreated.

Imagine a whumpee, curled up on themself, teeth clenched and hands desperately massaging their temples, praying that they'll black out so they don't have to endure this for another second.

Imagine a whumpee volunteering to get their teeth yanked out if it means the offending infection goes with it. Imagine the whumper's reaction when they eagerly open wide for the pliers.

Imagine the relief and agony that comes with the moment their tooth is pulled from their head. Gushing blood and throbbing pain, but also pure bliss knowing that the sleepless nights of throbbing and pounding are finally over.

[rizzoto-whump]

@whumpril day 4 - Ache

@chaos-company angstpril alt prompts - “I can’t.”

Aftermath of Chapter 4 “Raja”

TW: Aftermath of torture, psychological torture.

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James' mouth throbbed with pain as he lay in his cell. It had been eight hours since the extraction of some of his teeth, and the taste of blood still lingered on his tongue. The agony was unbearable, but he couldn't close his eyes to forget it. He was trapped in this accursed prison, and time seemed to have lost all meaning. Two weeks? Two months? He couldn't be sure.

As the sun began to set, James heard footsteps approaching his cell. A moment later, Captain Ronald van den Berg appeared, bearing a tray of delicious-smelling food. James' eyes widened in surprise as Ronald smirked coldly.

"I brought your favorite food, my beloved Colonel," he said. "There's dim sum and bami goreng!"

James felt a surge of anger and frustration. Ronald had made him suffer through hunger and thirst before, and now, when he was in agony from having his teeth pulled, he was offering him dim sum? If James wasn't so weak from the ordeal, he would have jumped up and punched the man in the face.

"I can't, Ronald," Ronald mocked him, trying to imitate James' voice. "My teeth hurt."

Ronald sneered and began to eat the dim sum right in front of James, chewing loudly and making a show of it. James gritted his remaining teeth, his stomach rumbling with hunger, but the pain in his mouth was too much to bear. He could only watch as Ronald ate, feeling the anger and despair grow inside him.

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

I have spend the past few days dying because of severe acute tooth pain. Legitimately convinced that this shit would be an extremely effective easy torture method, I'd rather break a bone over this shit ngl. That said what type of whump senerios do you think could come out with teeth as the focus?

Teef!! TEEF!!!!

We have the classic, the holy grail, of Whumper using pliers to pull out Whumpee's teeth for a myriad of reasons. Talking back? Biting? Making room for tubes to be shoved down their throat? The possibilities are truly endless, and of course, bonus points if the pliers are rusty <3

Whumpee losing a tooth from some kind of mouth trauma (a punch, a boot to the face, etc) is one thing. But what if that tooth only cracked? What if it chipped? Not only are they going to have to deal with the pain of an exposed nerve and jagged edge constantly being touched by their tongue, but literally anything is going to aggravate it. Food and water included. Yikes.

I've mentioned it before in my "gross and messy" whump post, but just general neglect would be enough of a catalyst for tooth pain. Months without brushing and constant vomiting can lead to rot and decay, which can lead to a further infection of the entire mouth. Whumpee practically feeling certain teeth disintegrate, spitting out blood and pus until finally they can pull out a blackened dead tooth from their inflamed gum for relief.

Got a vampire Whumpee? Why don't you just file those pointy chompers down, just in case :)

After Whumpee is rescued (or if...) and they finally get the care they need, they'll have to make peace with the fact their mouth is full of gaps that would cost a fortune in dental work to repair. And maybe they do and get the crowns or dentures they need. And maybe they don't. The one constant being they have to live with being self conscious over an imperfect smile. Not that they have much to smile about anymore to begin with.

This is purely aesthetic but I love the idea of a Whumper purposely replacing their own canine teeth with gold incisors to look extra menacing when they grin. Do as you will with that.

More aesthetic style, less scenario-based but:

Whumper with a mouth full of fangs that love to dig into Whumpee's skin

Teeth indentations all over Whumpee's body

Whumpee snarling with their teeth stained red from the blood pooling in their mouth

Spitting a tooth out, unperturbed by the hit

Open mouth gags being used on Whumpee that show their teeth on full display

Feral/Traumatized/Rescued Whumpee absolutely using biting as a defense on anyone that comes near them, including Caretaker

Whumpee with arms and hands full of scarred over bitemarks from where they've had to chomp down on their own skin to muffle their cries

[weightlossmiss]

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[whump-side]

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[whumperofworlds]

Whumper pulling Whumpee's teeth.

Except Whumpee's teeth are VERY strong, and they can't pull them out with regular tools. So they use a screwdriver or similar to get the teeth finally out.

[citrine-elephant]

you should smile more often

[deathbywhump]

I love a good teeth extraction scene during torture. Pulling each tooth out while a whumpee cries or tries to bear it. The whumpee licking their gums after realising that the tooth had been pulled out from the root. A messy extraction without pain killers. Bits of calcium still left inside the gum. It's throbbing, it's painful. Blood from each extraction.

Eventually the whumpee just cries for it to be all over. That they can't take any more of this. That this is their limit.

I love it so much.

[letitbehurt]

Personally I love it when the whole team is captured, waiting for interrogation, and the first thing Whumper does is break the medic’s hands.