#waterboarding whump

[sunnysidewhump]

Lesson 1: Play the Game (2/3)

(Talia + João) (1976 words)

tws: transfem whumpee, waterboarding, drowning/descriptions of drowning, manipulation/conditioning, pet whump, dehumanization, threats of violence, panic attacks, mentioned rape as a fear (but it doesnt happen), choke collars

i didn't forget the plot dw <3 we're getting there

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Talia wakes up to her kennel opening. She gets barely a moment to realize its yawning exit, potential freedom, before the sharp click of a leash secures to her throat. 

She stumbles over her hands and knees, groggy, “What can you want now–?” Talia cuts off with a strangled cry, the prongs of the collar squeezing into the delicate flesh of her throat. She falls out of the kennel, dark spots clouding the dirty stone floor under her hands and knees. 

“Anda.” João snaps his fingers, “Unless you want me to carry you.” 

Talia shoves down the spitting anger that claws under her skin. She wobbles to her feet, sneering at him when João steadies her with a palm. 

He snorts, “Be good. I’m trying to do something nice for you.” 

Nice. Right. Like Talia’s gonna believe that. 

Still, she dutifully follows him to another room, led by the threatening rattle of João’s short leash on her collar. They cross the hallway, Talia shuffling around broken glass and piles of indistinguishable splotches of blood or mud. 

João points to a thick blue tarp, “Senta.” Rope, towel, bucket of water, tarp– 

She pauses. The prongs poke in warning at her throat. 

“H-Hey–” She warbles, “I-I wasn’t trying to kill myself.” 

João raises a brow. “Talia. Senta.” He commands again.

She’s seen horror movies. Rugs– Tarps– People get killed on those things. Makes clean up easy, just wrap the body and dump it.

He’s never made her sit on one before. But he’s never actually cut her. Not on purpose, at least. 

He gives a short tug on her leash and Talia’s knees almost buckle. Her eyes sting, “Wait, wait– João, please, I wasn’t trying to kill myself or– or hurt myself, really, I– I was just–” 

Another sharp tug. This time, she falls– She clutches her neck, letting out thin rattling gasps.

A palm clasps around her nape, pushing and shoving her forward until she crawls onto the tarp. Her cheek presses against the crinkled plastic, misted breath filling the cold air. João’s hand releases for a second, though not long enough for any substantial movement before it’s his boot mounting between her shoulder blades. 

“Stay still.” He says, lacing rope under her stomach, nudging her hips up to pin her arms to her spine. 

“João– please, please–” Her voice cracks, “I’m sorry, I’ll listen, I’m listening– I can do better–” 

“This is a gift, Talia.” João drawls, tying a knot around her wrists, “You don’t have to be afraid.” 

Well, what does gift mean to the guy who kidnaps women in his spare time? 

She whimpers, heart beating against her fragile rib cage. “You said you wouldn’t kill me.” Talia reminds him.

João lets out a puff of breath against her skin. He runs a hand between the rope and her flesh, wiggling under it to ease up the strain, “I know. And I won’t.” 

Talia swallows. “You said you wouldn’t rape me.” 

That gives him pause. 

João’s boot lifts off her back, and he wrenches her up by the bound rope taut around her middle. His eyes are narrowed when she meets them, “I know. And I won’t.” He gestures to the water with the tip of a head, “I fail to see how water would involve that.” 

“I don’t know–” Talia admits, voice trembling, “Fuck– João, I– I’m scared. What– What is all this?” 

He tuts, brows knitting. João reaches out, brushing a knuckle over her cheek in some mockery of comfort. “Talia, you have to trust me.” 

No amount of training her tongue could stop the baleful laugh she lets out. She’s just grateful João doesn’t hit her for it. 

“If you’re my pet, or Carol’s,” He tacks on, finger curled over her collar, “Then you have to blindly trust that whatever I decide for you is in your best interest. I won’t do something that will kill you. I won’t hurt you without a good reason. You are the pet. I don’t explain myself to animals.” 

Talia snaps her face from his touch, grimacing. An animal. She knew he was… But to put it so plainly– That he’s seeing her as less than human–

He recaptures her jaw, tsking, “Be good. I know it’s hard, but you’ll learn one way or another. Leaning into it just makes it easier on you.” 

Talia’s hands curl into fists at her back. I’ll kill you one day. 

If João can feel her murderous intent, the boiling in her veins, he doesn’t comment on it. 

He turns to the water, tugging the basin over, “Now, there’s no easy way to do this. But how much this hurts depends on you.” 

The words go straight to her heart, pulse racing, “Wait–” She squirms in place, held only by João’s idle grip that’d crawled back to her nape. Her reflection in the water is ghastly, Talia’s eyes blown out with fear and face paling several shades, “Stop– João–!” 

João grabs a handful of hair at her scalp, “I’m not drowning you.” He says simply.

Then he shoves her head under the surface.

With no time to grab a breath, Talia immediately loses all of her air, watching the millions of spiteful bubbles escaping her lips and rising to the surface. She thrashes in place, sucking mouthfuls of water into her lungs. Panic drenches her in a cold sweat– 

Oh god, please don’t kill me, please don’t– 

João yanks her head back and Talia coughs up what feels like gallons worth of water across her front. She sucks in breath, gagging and rasping around ragged lungs– “Fuck! Fuck–!” She sobs, “Stop! Please–” She’s not sure what kind of fucked up gift this is, but Talia fucking hates it. 

“Maybe this is a good lesson for you.” João notes, “We should do this more often.”

“No–” She moans fearfully. 

He shrugs. And Talia is shoved back under the water again. 

She struggles, twitching and shrieking as water shoots up her nose, stinging her eyes. Think, think, think. Fuck, Talia can’t do anything but panic and thrash right now. Her lungs squeeze painfully, burning for air. Pull me up, pull me up–!

Talia gives one more fateful shake, eyes lidding as the shadowed vignette in the corners of her vision begin to pulse closer and closer still. 

Air. João rips her back upwards and Talia doubles over, spewing water into her lap. He pats between her shoulder blades, jostling water and snot over her trembling knees. 

“Take a breath. You’re alright.” He reminds her, pats turning into a palm that rubs up and down her spine. It’s a cold comfort, “I won’t let you drown.” 

Talia sobs. 

“You can do it, pet, I believe in you.” João assures her, “Think really hard.” 

“Fuck you!” She spits.

He sighs. Talia’s scream gets garbled by water once more. 

It’s a game. It’s always a game. 

Her struggles grow more and more exhaustive, and Talia’s gags are softer now, slumped and tired. Her fingers are going numb. She can’t feel her cheeks, the biting cold water always shocking the breath right out of her whether she plans to hold it or not. 

But always right before the darkness takes hold, right before Talia passes out, he pulls her free. 

She shuts her eyes, facing the ceiling as she tries to catch her breath. Think. Think. Think. 

“You’ll get there.” João says, rubbing snot form under her nose with the edge of his sleeve. The grip on her nape pulses, pushing. 

Talia’s thought process breaks apart, snapping like thin fragile strings of a violin, “Please,” She begs, thoughts foregone for pure animal-instinctive pleads for her life, “No more. Please, I can’t–” 

He shoves her back beneath the surface. Tears intermingle with the rest of the water she’s choking on. Her struggle is short-lived. 

Talia tries holding her breath. She remembers something about oxygen being used up the more someone moved. If she stays still, maybe– 

João pulls her back up what feels like ages too early. Talia sputters, blinking the water from her eyes. She doesn’t– Talia doesn’t think she passed out? Time still flows together smoothly, she registers no clipping jump in her thoughts beyond the usual. 

Is it… over? She looks to João. 

He smiles. Back under she goes. Talia jolts, bubbles spooling around her. 

She shoves her panic to the back of her mind. Tries to tame it into submission. Within seconds, she holds still. And right after that, João drags her up for breath. 

Stay still. The game is staying still. Whether it’s from drowning, or her own volition, if she just takes it and stays calm, then he’ll ease up. 

Something must flash in her eyes, some kind of expression of knowing, because João is beaming at her. “Did you get it?” He muses, fingers tightening on her nape in warning right before he pushes her underwater again. 

Talia stays resolutely still. Silent. At least, as best she can. She still struggles, still flinches and kicks on instinct. 

Her thoughts race; What if I’m wrong? What if he doesn’t take me out this time– 

João pulls her up after mere moments. “There’s my smart girl,” He croons, tangling his fingers through her hair with scratches, pets– “Good job. Really, really, good job.” 

His praises cut right to the bone. Talia shivers, sputtering a little as she expels whatever small amount of water she’d inhaled on accident. She sniffles wetly. 

João’s fingers card through her hair, “Does someone want a treat?” He asks around a smile. 

Fuck. She’s so fucking tired. Talia can’t even muster a sneer at his cloying tone. She just nods, hiccuping. 

He digs into his jean pocket, pulling out a small white packet. Talia scrutinizes it with narrowed eyes, realizing it’s– it’s a sugar pack. Talia remembers seeing these in diners and restaurants– Places that sell coffee, usually. 

João rips the top off, pouring the contents into the center of his free palm. “Here. No biting.” 

She sways in place. Talia doesn’t– She doesn’t wanna eat anything out of his fucking hand. Her face flushes with shame, lips thinning into a pinched flat line. 

“C’mon.” He says, pulsing a tighter grip on her nape for a beat, “Don’t you want a treat? You did really good, Talia.” 

Talia squeezes her eyes shut. 

Fuck you. She scowls internally, bending over to gently lap at his hand. Her tongue sparks and warms at the taste of sugar– It’s been so long since she’s had something so sweet. It’s almost too much, too artificial. But once she has a taste, she can’t stop. 

Talia drags her tongue along the crevices of his palm, tasting smoke and water and metal, but mostly sugar. 

“Good girl.” He praises, pulling his hand away from her wandering tongue, “You can have more if you’re really good.” 

Talia languishes her tongue over her lips, eyes fluttering as she tries to catch every last granular piece of sugar still stuck to her tacky skin. 

Maybe it’s the pain, maybe it’s the water clogged in her nose– But that tasted better than anything Talia’s ever had in her life. Better than the tens of birthday cakes she’s ever eaten, better than any high class fancy dessert she’s lost her paycheck to. 

Nothing’s tasted better than diner packet sugar on her kidnapper’s palm. And she fucking hates it.

Her breath clips, warps, and suddenly she’s sobbing openly, folding over her stomach. Ugly, disgusting, sobs that are more snot than tears, the force of them shaking her body into pieces. 

João’s hand runs down her spine, “Let’s get you into a new shirt and set you up in your kennel. I think someone needs some sleep. You did really good today, I think you deserve some rest.” 

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[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 15 - Torture Tuesday (Waterboarding, removing body parts, “Don’t break down on me yet.”)

"Torture-watching stuff-singing" -- Universe

TW/CW: Drowning, (non-lethal), getting pushed underwater, creepy whumper, defiant whumpee, scared whumpee, threat of death, fight or flight, fear of death Word count: 929

I realize that I made Adam capture Lyra in a pool but never really use that. Sooo let's change that.

The floor undeneath Lyra started groaning, the sound that indicated that the depth of it was being adjusted. Lyra was already only wearing her sports underwear so that wouldn't become a problem at least. She reamined sitting in her yoga sit on the floor. Adam never bothered to restrain her during what she called "empty times", the pool was already to deep with the ladders removed and even if she would get out there wasn't really a safe way out.

The water kept rising now, it was already to her ankles. What was he planning? Does he wanna try me or push me to an escape attempt?"

Adam stepped out of the boys changing room, in swim shorts and a T-Shirt. And in his hand a length of chain and a menacle. With all that in his hand he walked around the basin and then jumped in close to Lyra, splashing her in the process. "Hello, hello, Thyma. Do you wanna go for a little swim?", he asked, grinning menicangly.

Lyra started getting up the moment Adam came closer, she didn't like already be at an disadvantage before the actual torture even happened. "What are you going for?" The shackle wasn't good, not in combination with the water at least. Drowning scared her, not because it was unfamiliar, definitely not, but for her voice.

"Why don't you try and find out, hm?", Adam taunted before advancing on his plaything. With the raising water and the malnourishment it wasn't very hard for him to throw her off balance and wrestle her to the floor. Her curles splashed into the water around her like a halo and as he kept her pinned to the floor he got to witness the panic slowly building as the water creeped up her face.

Lyra's head banged against the floor as she got down. "Shit.", she cursed. It was frustrating to always lose even after all these years. But it made sense if the other person was the person teaching you. Yet now the water was creeping up, licking up her troat and chin and she was still pinned to the floor with Adam atop of her!

Adam chuckled and kept Lyra helpless while attaching the menacle to her left ankle and the end of it to the length of chain. The chain that was connected to a heavy weight sat on the floor.

Lyra's breathing was stressed. Not to the point of hyperventilating but definitely anxious. But just as the moving water started covering her face Adam got off of her. She coughed and quickly got up. Well as far as she could...There was no way moving her leg more than the length of chain allowed. The weight was too heavy. What if Adam wants to kill me...?! ... Don't be ridicolous, he wouldn't do that. Right?"

Adam smiles charmingly. "Naw what terrifiying thought just crossed your mind, hm?"

"Oh, please. I just don't like being restrained-as you very well know."

"I do know that, its delightful." Adam starts circeling her through the rising water. "Did you maybe wonder if I was going to kill you?", he asked luringly.

"Oh please, you're way too obsessed with me.", Lyra gave back, if only she could convince her body of that.

Adam waited until the water had risen enough and then the real fun could begin. Still circling her he managed to surprise her and push her underwater.

Lyra barely had enough time to draw in a breath before she was pushed under. Her body instantly started thrasing beyond her control and she desperately tried to regain control over it, push up ad slide past Adam's hands. But the bastard didn't let that happen!

As her trashing got even more erratic, Adam pulled Lyra up again. Hitting her on the back harder than necessary to "assist" with getting the water out of her body.

Lyra coughed and winced at the pain of the beating on her back. By now the water was so high that it just barely stopped unerneath her face. She had to swim all the way until the chain ended to get air while Adam had still plenty of air room and could easily swim. Lyra glared daggers at him.

"Awww, what's wrong? I thought you loved swimming? Lets just hope you're still good at swimming for a long duration of time, am I right?"

"Oh shut the fuck up! You're enjoying this wayy too much!", Lyra fumed, before taking another deep breath.

Adam leered at her during her rant and right as she took her breath he grabbed the chain with his feet and pulled. Watching his plaything dissapear underneath the water again. As she tried to get towards the chain between his feet he managed to kick her away above the armpit. Then he dived dowm himself to hold the chain even further underwater. When Lyra's movements slumped he pushed them both up above the surface.

Lyra coughed and spit out water in Adam's hands, already exhausted from the constant fighting for her life. Already the repetitive pushing underwater mixed with the threat for her life pushed her into fight or flight. Into the old feeling of being hunted for fun. But given Adam's manical joy this would be going on for a lot longer...She tried to get out of Adam's arms but that was pointless so she just uncomfortably squirmed despite herself. Suddenly one of Adam's hands sneaked itself around her throat. Her whole body but her legs who were swimming froze up and and a tiny whimper escaped her.

Adam chuckled darkly at her reaction, he loved the small moments when she showed how scared she really was. It was delicious. And then he choked her additionally before pushing Lyra underwater again.

It was a lot longer before Lyra was finally allowed to lie on the floor again, still shackled. There were still a few centimeters of water covering the floor. A cruel reminder that he could repeat that any time he wanted to.

@ailesswhumptober, @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt

@shattermind-8

[cravesunconditionallove]

More oddly specific whump tropes I cannot get over

A boot on Whumpee’s back, or chest, pinning them down.

Kneeling or sitting on whumpee as they are sprawled on the ground. Bonus if you yank their arm back painfully, slowly bending it more and more until Whumpee can’t take it

Whumper(s) holding whumpee’s mouth open as they fight not to have a cloth gag shoved into their mouth.

Whumpee tied to a chair, unable to stop Whumper from grabbing their chin and forcing them to watch something awful

Whumpee having to be held down by several large guards/soldiers as something is done to them

[whumpitisthen]

Masterlist

Grab your character and shove their head underwater. Keep them pinned until they breathe in the water. Pull them up and let them splutter and cough. Push them under again. Pull them up. Let them use their precious seconds of air to beg. "Ple-Please, please stop — " Push them under again. Feel them squirm. Pull them up sooner; they couldn't hold their breath long enough. Once more for good measure. Don't let them up until they nearly suffocate. Pull them up and throw them to the ground, let them cough up all the water they swallowed. Pull them into your lap. They are shivering, the cold water having seeped deep into their bones. They are crying. They are going to try to pull away. Don't let them. Hush them gently. Card through their hair. Let them relax under your hands. Then drag them back over to the water. Put their nose right above the surface and keep their head right there. Let them imagine how it will feel to be pushed under again, held there, pulled up just so they can drown again. They will fight, they will sob, they will plead and barter and yell. They will be scared. Answer them with an order. "Take a deep breath for me." Watch them struggle to decide if they should. They probably won't be able to take one deep enough if they tried. Push them under. Watch them squirm. Repeat.

[ghost-whump]

Shower Day

CW: kidnapped whumpee, defiant whumpee, sadistic whumper, waterboarding(?), hypothermia (mentioned), nudity (mentioned), let me know if I missed anything!

Whumper entered the basement with loud, clunking steps down the stairs. They flick the light on when they reach the bottom.

“Hh—” Whumpee hissed and covered their eyes, heavy manacles pressing coldly into their cheeks. “Fucking hell.”

“Rise and shine, fuckface.”

With a drawn out groan, Whumpee blinked until the light wasn’t so painful. They scooted farther back into “their” corner of the basement, drawing closer to the wall, as if they could be absorbed into it.

They turned to face the wall, the smallest act of defiance they could express, “Go away.”

“No can do, Whumpee,” Whumper’s footsteps grew closer, “It’s shower day for you.”

That perked them up. A shower? A real, honest-to-god shower? Hot damn, that sounded good! Whumpee managed the barest hint of a smile at the prospect. Their hair, caked with blood and grease and other various substances, grew unbearably thick and disgusting to even think about. And that’s not even mentioning their soiled clothes.

Rubbing at their eyes, Whumpee brought themselves to turn around. And their smile dropped.

Whumper held a hose and a bucket.

At their pained expression, Whumper chuckled, “Oh? You thought you got a real shower?” They put the bucket on the floor and took a step closer, “Sorry for the mislead, Whumpee.”

The water hit them suddenly. Frigid, icy water hit their skin like a jet — definitely enough force to bruise, at least. They cried out, futilely holding their arms out in front of them. The cold water sprayed onto their body like bullets, dousing their hair and clothes all in less than a minute.

Then, the water tapered off.

Whumpee spit some water out of their mouth. It tasted like shit, nothing like the refreshing hose water they’d had as a kid.

“Whoops.” Whumper smiled.

Then it started again. This time, with so much pressure, Whumpee was knocked back into the wall. The hose turned off.

Whumpee heaved, “Fuck yo—ACK!”

Over and over, the water turned on and off, on and off, on and off. Friction burns raised on their arms from where they tried to protect themselves. The chill of the cool, stagnant basement air started to seep into their skin, sending a shiver through their whole body.

“That should be good.” Whumper dropped the hose to the floor (much to Whumpee’s relief) and turned their attention towards the bucket. They pulled out a gray towel and turned back. “Give me your clothes now, Whumpee.”

They stood there, shivering. “What?”

“You heard me — give me your clothes. They’re all soaked now.” Though they spoke pragmatically, their grinning leer said anything but.

“Fuck n-no. I-I’m not getting n-naked in front of you.” Their teeth chattered loudly, telegraphing how cold they really were.

Whumper turned around, picking the bucket back up. “Fine, then. No towel for you, I guess.” They started back towards the stairs, “A shame, really. I had it heated up on the radiator and everything. It’s supposed to be even colder tonight, too. I’d hate to have my poor Whumpee freeze…”

Whumpee remained silent.

“Well, goodnight, Whumpee.” They flipped the lights off.

“W-Wait!”

The lights turned back on as quick as they shut off. Whumper turned, so so slowly. “What do you say?”

“Pl-please?”

this has been sitting in my drafts for SOOO long and i’ve never posted it. since i haven’t written anything in a while, i thought i might as well post it lol

thank for reading!!!

General Tag: @morning-star-whump

[padaleckigifs]

@whumpgifathon | Day 5: "Water" Cordell Walker in Walker 3x01, "World on a String"

[serickswrites]

Charisma

Warnings: restraints, captivity, torture, forced to watch, water torture, waterboarding

"Sit," Whumper ordered Team Leader.

Team Leader's hands were bound tightly behind their back and they avoided glancing over at their team. They couldn't look at their faces. Couldn't bear to see the worry, the pain, and the fear. They had to be strong. For their team.

Team Leader sat on the chair carefully. They turned their gaze to Whumper, letting all the rage and hate they were feeling fill their eyes.

"Your team would follow you blindly anywhere, Team Leader. Such charisma," Whumper scoffed. "Let's see if they will follow your orders now."

"For?"

Whumper smiled. "If they don't make a sound while I do this, I won't hurt them. Heck, I won't let you die. But if they speak? Well, we will play musical chairs."

"Fine." Team Leader wouldn't let Whumper hurt the others. They would take whatever Whumper did.

They finally looked up and over at their team. Smallest Teammate shook in their restraints, though the look on their face made Team Leader think that Smallest Teammate was so rage filled right now, it was a miracle the restraints were holding them back. Teammate One's eyes were filled with tears. And Teammate Two just stared blankly ahead.

"Don't speak. Don't shout. Whatever you do, just please, be quiet. Whumper won't hurt you. And I'll," they swallowed, "I'll be fine."

Whumper kicked Team Leader's chair over backwards. Team Leader hit the ground hard, but didn't cry out. If they didn't cry out, the team wouldn't know they were hurting.

Whumper dropped a filthy, damp towel on Team Leader's face. "This is going to be fun."

And before Team Leader could get a good breath in, Whumper blasted Team Leader's face with cold water from a hose. Team Leader sputtered and choked around the water.

They could hear Smallest Teammate's growls and Teammate One's cries of protest. But they couldn't muster the energy to try and get them to stop. They could only hope that Whumper would keep hurting them and not the rest of their team.

"I was going to let up. But now that Smallest Teammate's sweet dulcet sounds are in my ears, I'll keep going. That's way more fun!" Whumper's voice was barely audible as they increased the water pressure.

It was all Team Leader could do to keep breathing. To keep calm. They had to, though they felt as though they were drowning. Felt as though their world was ending. They had to stay strong for their team.

[nade2308]

@whumpgifathon | Day 5: Water

Shipwrecked | Drowning | Waterboarding

"CSI: Miami", season 9, episode 10, "Match Made in Hell", Ryan Wolfe

Part 1 || Part 2

@thethistlegirl

[baughtio]

Whumpee is a royal offspring, taken hostage from the harbour by enemy marine troops as part of a peace treaty. From their loaded ship, the troops eye the harbour from a distance, in case an opportunity arises.

Imagine all the whump…

Whumpee is treated like a cabin boy, bending to the crew’s every whim

The ship is too far offshore that whumpee cannot possibly escape, despite being able to see their castle from the small hole in their closet

Whumpee choking and splashing on water as they’re tagged alongside the boat (for fun), leashed to the deck by coarse ropes

Being dragged out of the sea, water fluttering from whumpee’s eyelashes; they’re a shivering mess

Left collapsed on the deck until dawn. Whumpee blinks at the sky’s pink and orange hues through lidded eyes. Throw in a flying seagull or two to symbolise freedom

“Allies” (whumpee’s guardian, boss, team etc) anger the troops in some way, so they take it out on whumpee. e.g., The sleep-deprived whumpee notices the crew eyeing them weirdly while they’re serving breakfest. They hear rumours of “a turn of events”. Moments later, whumpee is called to the bridge of the ship where the captain awaits. They drag their trembling selves up and kneel before the captain for mercy and a time to explain their allies’ misconduct, but before they can utter a single “please”, the captain shoots their thigh.

Whumpee gasping with tears in their eyes as they bleed out in front of everybody. Another bang and scalding hot pain courses through their shoulder

Whumpee looks up at passing crew members with imploring eyes, but most look away. Some chuckle and even get a few kicks in

Later, whumpee is made to clean the puddle of blood they made. The crew laugh at how they stumble around and try to stand up by leaning on the mop

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)

previous /// next

as suggested by @suspicious-whumping-egg !

waterboarding was also suggested by @firapolemos05 :)

@theonewithallthefixations , @violets-whumperflies , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink , @whumpsday @suspicious-whumping-egg, @cryptidwritings , @painsandconfusion

[whumpy-wyrms]

whumper accidentally leaving tiny whumpee trapped in their jacket pocket and putting it through the washing machine with them inside

[just-here-for-the-whump]

@whumpgifathon | Day 5: Water

Waterboarding

Arrow 3x13 Canaries

[crimsons-whump-pile]

nearly FORGOT to do a prompt today, so a quick one before dinner: waterboarding! and its various aftereffects of course, bc what’s better than drowning your whumpee a little at a time as they thrash where they’re tied to the chair? letting the water build up in their lungs until they’re close to drowning even without your interference!

[whumpster-dumpster]

Whumper collects whumpee's sweat and tears, and then waterboards them in it

Ouch, all that salt and bacteria is going to buuurn!

[whumpitisthen]

I think somebody should take whumpee by the hair and drag them into the bathroom... For enrichment purposes

Enrich me and shove that pretty head underwater 👍

[thatsgonnaleaveamark]

this or that - whump tropes (22)

character is up for some fun times with these torture methods