#whumpee and whumper

[gotta-whump-them-all]

Defiant Whumpee List

Content Warning:: drugging, sedation, injuries, non sexual nudity, swearing, self-harm

Whumper and Whumpee

Whumpee will fight Whumper whenever they get the chance: scratching, clawing, biting, and kicking. They'll usually fight them until they physically can't anymore.

Defiant Whumpee, who won't let Whumper say anything to them without a snarky remark following it. A mocking tone or a comment under their breath, anything that would grind Whumper's gears.

Whumper sedates Whumpee for whatever reason and Whumpee fights the sedation until they pass out from the drugs.

On the other hand, from sheer will-power, Whumpee has to have a higher dosage of sedatives because they just won't pass out.

Whumpee who can't physically move because of restraints, so they can only scream and swear at Whumper. Most of it is just "Fuck you!", "Go fuck yourself!", "Suck my dick", and "You're an asshole!"

Whumper forces Whumpee to call them sir/ma'am or master and in retaliation, Whumpee says it in the most sassy demeaning way.

Being told to speak/apologise and instead Whumpee stays silent.

Whumpee hurts themself because they know it makes Whumper angry. They want to be the only one that hurts Whumpee.

Whumper gagging Whumpee so they can't speak, because if they can't speak, they can't mouth off.

Caretaker and Whumpee

Whumpee doesn't want to believe that Caretaker does not want to hurt them, so they try to get under Caretaker's skin. They try to get Caretaker angry and to snap at them, so Caretaker would show that they are just like Whumper. Just like everyone else.

Even when Whumpee is covered in injuries, they will punch and kick Caretaker just because they don't want to accept the help.

Follow up, sometimes, the only help they'll accept from Caretaker is the items they would need to patch themselves up.

Or, we have a once defiant Whumpee. When they were with Whumper they were nothing but defiant, but now that they're with Caretaker, they're just compliant. Now that they're safe, there's no need for them to fight.

Whumpee is so used to Whumper being weird about their body that they don't want to get undressed around Caretaker, even when it's so Caretaker can help give them a bath.

Caretaker patching up Whumpee and asking "Who did this to you?" or "How did you get these scars?" and then Whumpee responds with "None of your business."

Whumpee denies that anything is wrong as they cry, even denying that they are crying at all. They wipe tears from their face and sniffle, but still continue to deny that something is wrong.

Caretaker trying to find out what's wrong with Whumpee and instead of doing anything, Whumpee closes in on themself and stops speaking.

Whumpee hurts themself because they know that it's a hassle for Caretaker to heal their wounds. When Caretaker tries to heal their injuries, Whumpee refuses.

[3-2-whump]

Whump Quote 7

Been a while since I made one of these, I bounced this idea off @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees

“I know your friends’ names. I know where they live, where they work, who their families are. And the only thing keeping them safe is you, letting me do everything and anything I want.”

[justwhumptypethings]

tw: ableist language, dehumanization, manipulation

whumper convincing whumpee that they’re completely dependent on them outside of the classic kidnapping/captive situation. Whumper as someone whumpee has known their their life- an older sibling or a friend.

whumper convincing whumpee they’re too weak/fragile/stupid to be on their own, that they need to always be around whumper so they can stop whumpee from hurting themselves or others.

whumpee believing them because they have years of trust to build off of, and it’s just a given fact that whumper has their best interests at heart. and they’re always saying it in such a gentle, non judgemental way- that’s just how they are- that whumpee can’t even consider disagreeing with them. whumpee needs whumper to be safe. whumpee is lucky that whumper is willing to take care of them when they’re so stupid.

[whumpluv]

whumper promising whumpee that they'll stop hurting them if they beg. "you follow caregiver like a lost dog, shouldn't be hard for you to beg like one."

they kneel down next to the beaten, battered and sobbing whumpee. their voice is mocking and condescending. "c'mon, doggy. beg."

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 4 Hiding an injury, Betrayal, Lying

TW/CW: Recapture, betrayal, bad caretaker, sadistic caretaker, intimate whumper, sadistic whumper, angst! Words: 853 words

The seasonal bouquet filled with early spring colours instantly caught Whumpee’s eyes. Caretaker will love this they thought. She bought it and got it wrapped pretty before returning home. For a spring day it was still surprisingly cold, so Whumpee wrapped their fluffy scarf tightly around them. That also had the advantage that nobody could really see her face. That calmed down the anxiety that Whumper would find them. And as soon as they were back in the apartment they share with Caretaker they would cook up a nice meal. Whumpee stepped into the tram and drove all the way to the last stop. Once there it was only a short walk. In the tram they had seen an advertisement for a new movie coming to the cinemas soon. Caretaker would probably like it, they should tell her about it. When they unlocked the door something felt weird. Caretaker didn’t as usual call out to them when the sound of the lock rose up. “Caretaker!”, Whumpee called out to them as they slipped out of their boots and gathered them in their left hand, opening the door with their right one. “Is everything okay?!”, they called out again.

This time Caretaker answered and Whumpee’s muscles relaxed at the sound. “Yes, everything’s okay! Sorry just tired, come in!”

“Alright,”, Whumpee said now in a normal volume and closed the door behind themselves. The boots got dropped off on the shoe carpet and they entered the living room area. Caretaker was sitting on the couch but looked way too tense.

“Tough day at work?”, Whumpee asked, hiding the bouquet behind their back.

“Yeah, something like that.”, Caretaker replied.

Then another sound came from the kitchen next to them both and Whumpee’s blood froze in their veins: “Hello, Whumpee.”

That voice. That horrific voice. The voice they never wanted to hear again, they hoped so much, they promised themselves. They kept their eyes locked onto Caretaker’s, hoping for them to tell her that it was just a hallucination. But then the shape of a person entered their peripheral vision and Whumpee’s heart sank.

“It’s been so long.”

“No-no-no-no.” Whumpee’s hands cramped around the bottom of the bouquet. “How did you find me, you-you weren’t supposed to find me. I-Caretaker and me-we made sure you wouldn’t find us!”

“Caretaker? Oh honey Caretaker’s the only reason I found you.”

“No…”, Whumpee gasped. Their eyes finding Caretaker’s, hoping for some sign of a lie. But finding only coolness and apathy. Worse even, amusement. The bouquet slid out of their fingers and onto the floor. “Why…Why…?”

“Oh Whumpee it’s nothing personal, Whumper offered me good money. But then again, maybe it is. How could I just watch whumper’s hard work go down the drain? And even in the short time I spent with you, I got convinced that you break beautifully. I just had to see it for myself, and…everybody deserves a little fun. Am I right?”

Whumpee felt bile rising in their throat. Caretaker was using their own words against them. They sold her out. They-they enjoyed it.

“Oh dearest you look a little green, come here.”, Whumper said and quickly closed the distance to Whumpee, capturing them in an embrace. That’s when they saw the bouquet on the floor, a sadistic smile tugging at their lips. “Oh, Caretaker, I think Whumpee had something for you.”, they say, grab the bouquet and go to give it to Caretaker.

A mocking grin breaks through the cool cruelty on Caretaker’s face. “Aww, were those for me, Whumpee? They’re beautiful, thank you so much.”

Whumpee just wanted to cry. “Please…”

“Please what Whumpee?”, Whumper asked, “If you’re going to ask for mercy you might as well save your breath.”

“Please just…get me out of here.”

Whumper’s brows raised but they hugged Whumpee and guided their head against their shoulder. “Of course Whumpee, we just have to pack some stuff for you and then we can leave.”

So they did and Whumpee even got to take some of their comfort items, even though deep down they knew they would only be used against them. When they were done Whumper led them through the hallways of the apartment that used to be their home. Or so they thought. As they passed by the living room she couldn’t even look at Caretaker. The feeling of betrayal still burning in their throat.

“Are you not going to say goodbye to Caretaker whumpee?”, Whumper asked.

In response Whumpee just buried their head in Whumper’s jacket. Whumper grinned, guess that means no. They looked over to Caretaker in faux apologeticness. “We will be on our way then.”

“Oh by all means don’t let me hold you, have fun.”, Caretaker replied, holding up their hand in a lazy gesture.

Whumpee followed Whumper down the stairs and outside the building to their car. Right before they got into the car they saw it. The first crocus they’ve seen this year, the first dot of hope in the grey. And they see it right now, with their trust broken and their freedom slipping away once again.

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11

lemme know if you wanna be added

[pain-in-the-everywhere]

Don't you just love it when the team get captured and it's revealed that Whumpee has met Whumper before.

The twisted delight in Whumper's voice when they say "Oh, has Whumpee never mentioned me?"

The shame burning in Whumpee's face as Whumper recounts the fun they used to have together.

The confusion, disbelief, and horror on the team's faces as the truth unfolds.

[jordanstrophe]

Every day, Whumpee is brought to a room with a bolted chair, a tray of tools, and a mirror.

They're tortured to a brutal degree. Whumpee screams, sobbing through the pain, “Why!? Why are you doing th-this? Just tell me what you w-want!”

Their captors never speak; whumpee's never even heard their voices. Sometimes, they grab their face and force them to look into the mirror bleeding, shaking, barely conscious.

Then the moment ends, and it starts all over again.

On the other side of the glass sits Caretaker, watching while unharmed and being questioned.

Every time they don’t have an answer, whumpee takes the hit.

[thriftyshark530]

Love when whumpee gets severely injured, beaten within an inch of their life, trying to protect a loved one. Then when they wake up in medical care, they immediately bolt up and demand to see who they protected, as whumpee didn't know if they were safe before whumpee was knocked unconscious. Whumpee needs to be held down before they injure themselves further, but they keep struggling, repeating "I need to see them, I need to see them" over and over. Whumpee is only calmed down when someone fetches their loved one, and whumpee can finally hug them, knowing they're both safe now.

[gotta-whump-them-all]

June 1: “Where am I?”  | Slurred Speech | Duct Tape | Darkness

Trigger Warnings:: heavily implied kidnapping, implied drugging, Whumper just being generally insane

Word Count:: 727

When Whumpee woke up they immediately recognized a handful of things.

They’re in pain, so much pain. So much pain that it’s unbearable. Their head is throbbing, along with the rest of their body. It’s so bad that they want to crawl out of their skin.

Their face is probably the only part of their body that doesn’t feel like it’s been run over by a garbage truck. In fact, their face feels oddly numb, and when they try to move their jaw, open their eyes, or use any part of their face, it feels like they’re trudging through a thick vat of heavy mud that’s weighing down their every movement.

Once Whumpee can get past the pain and numbness, they’re able to take in the pressure of something holding their wrists as well as ankles together and the strong smell of adhesive that lingers in the air and clinging to their body like a flea to a dog.

It’s pitch black, which Whumpee probably should have started off with, but the pain was far more noticeable, especially with the dampening on one of their other major senses.

Out of all listed items, Whumpee would have to say that the darkness was probably the worst part. It wasn’t that they were scared of the dark, it was more the fact that all of their other senses were now on high alert. So their pain was worse, the smell of adhesive was far worse.

Whumpee’s hearing was a lot better, too.

So, that helped Whumpee when the sound of footsteps rang down the hall. (What Whumpee assumes to be a hall, since they still have no idea where they are and it is still pitch black).

There was a pause of footsteps, but that was only for a mere few seconds. A jingle of keys rang out, a lock sound twisted and then a crack of light slipped through one end of the room (Whumpee assumed that’s where the door to this room was. That would be good information for later).

Just as quick as the light slipped into the room, it slipped right out. The door slammed shut and then there was another round of footsteps.

When the footsteps inevitably ended, Whumpee had an awful feeling. Like a dreadful sense of fear. Like some awful, evil entity was stood looming over them.

“Hello, Whumpee! It’s good to see that you’re finally up!”

A grumble sounded through the room and then a voice mumbled out, incoherent and slurred words.

“Who’re… who’re yoou?” Whumpee paused, listening to the way their own voice sounded. They smacked their lips, attempting to wet them to help their own speech flow more properly, since right now, they sound drunk.

Maybe they are drunk. After all, they felt woozy, had most likely blacked out, and were in some random place in who knows where.

“W’ere te he-hell am I..?” Whumpee began to sputter, but continued speaking none-the-less. “Waht’ss goin’ onnn!?” Whumpee barked as they spoke, increasingly becoming more frustrated as their questions went unanswered.

The other person was silent for only a few moments longer before they began snickering, which then escalated to full blown laughter, only fueling Whumpee’s rage.

Once the other person calmed down, they began to speak.

“Let’s start from the back shall we-!” As the other person spoke, they took a step towards Whumpee. They could tell from the sound of shoes hitting the floor and the way the voice became audibly closer than it was prior. “What’s going on: you’re going to stay with me for a little while.”

The other person let a gruff laugh pass their lips. “Where are we-” they leaned in closer, leaning down enough Whumpee could feel their hot breath trace over their skin, making the hairs on the back of their neck stand up. “Well, we’re in the middle of nowhere, in the woods, and we’re inside my cabin. If we’re being specific, we’re in my basement.”

There was another brief pause, but that was only momentary as Whumpee felt the cold grip of someone tight grabbing their jaw, tugging them forward and slightly off balance with their arms still tied behind their back.

The other took a couple of shallow breaths, and with the proximity left a humid feel lingering on the bound person’s face.

“And, my name? My name… is Whumper!”

Tagged People:: @juneofdoom

[3-2-whump]

Khaled’s First Halloween

Well, okay, more like ‘Khaled’s First Pumpkin Carving’

Inspired by my parents’ exchange students they hosted over the years, and their exact reactions to sticking their bare hands into cold, clammy pumpkin guts for the first time 🫠

Le Tag List: @kabie-whump @rainydaywhump @whumped-by-glitter @skittles-the-whumpee @generic-whumperz

@bamber344 @there-will-always-be-blood @morning-star-whump @a-la-whump @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees

@defire

[honeycollectswhump]

whumpee being yanked abruptly by their collar from behind. they don’t know what’s going on and can’t even see their assailant. maybe they are so shocked they just go along with wherever they are pulled.

[foolish-rat]

The idea of a character being gently shushed in a comforting manner while being hurt by the person shushing them is lowkey good whump material

[fortunately-cool-penguin]

When whumpee crawls desperately to get away even though they know they can't, and whumper just walks slowly behind them.

[defire]

Defiant whumpee but they're cooperating

(sadistic whumper vibes)

"I'm comi--I said I'm COMING!" *Crying, as whumpee is painfully manhandled anyway*

"Get on your knees." Whumper orders. "Fuck you," whumpee growls as they thump to the floor.

"Honestly I would've been gentler, but you had to resist," whumper shrugs. "I did everything you told me to!" Whumpee shouts. "Yeah, but I don't like your attitude."

"I'll do anything you want, please just stop!" Whumpee begs. Whumper pretends to consider it for a moment. "But... I want you to take another punishment. Can you do that for me?"

"Bastard, you can't control me!" "I can't? Then... why are you naked? Did you do that because you wanted to?" Whumper laughs at whumpee's flustered face. "Because that would be almost better."

Whumpee cursing at whumper every time they shove them around, but not fighting back

"it's like you want me to do this to you, isn't it?" Whumper eggs them on. "I didn't ask for this, you motherfucker!" "Then why are you still provoking me?"

"don't give me that look." Whumper points at whumpee's glaring face. Whumpee hisses a breath in. "Do you want me to fucking smile?"

Muttered curses every time whumper touches them

Giving the answers whumper wants to hear--in a dejected monotone.

"are you going to be good?" "Yes." "Do you want a treat?" "...yes..." "But you were bad, so you don't deserve a treat do you?" *Soft sigh* "no..." "What do bad pets get?" Whumpee shudders. "Answer the question, whumpee. What do bad pets get."

Can do this with living weapon whump too. "Let's try this again, weapon." "Yes sir." "What did you do?" "I let them live--I-I created a liability! ...sir." "And what happens when you turn on your owners?"

"Sir, can I --" "No." Whumpee grinding their teeth and keeping their face turned away to hide their bitter anger. "Yes sir."

[guys I have been gone for a while bc of bad life events but I'm coming back soon]

[pigeonwhumps]

Mouth stitched shut

Immortal Cannon Fodder masterlist

Taglist: @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch @whumpinggrounds @ailesswhumptober

AI-less Whumptober alt 21: mouth stitched shut

Aaron brings in his friend Joseph to help tend to Phoenix after they're tortured.

Joseph belongs to @i-eat-worlds. This was originally part of an rp we were doing, I wrote this up and Worlds edited it. Enjoy!

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CWs: immortal whumpee, hero whump, traumatised whumpee, medical whump, painful medical care, past medical whump, flashbacks, mouth stitched shut, caretaker new whumper, no anesthetic

"You sort their mouth, I'll do the words, we treat the rest together, and you do your very best not to show them how angry you are. Got it?"

"Got it." Joseph's dealt with traumatised patients before, it’s practically his specialty, and it's part of the reason Aaron asked for him specifically. This must be bad, if Aaron thinks that worth mentioning.

Aaron nods and pushes open the doors.

Phoenix is lying on the bed, whimpering slightly as the nurse inserts an IV port. Apparently, they can't pack the wounds and general anesthetic doesn't work on them. It's one of the curses of their version of immortality. It seems particularly cruel right now.

They're both scrubbed up, and Aaron leans over Phoenix as the nurse finishes positioning the line and exits. Joseph takes over the job of preparing the lidocaine to inject.

"Phoenix, can you breathe for me? That's it. This is Joseph, he's going to help me with some of your injuries. That okay?" Phoenix nods, and Aaron gestures for Joseph to take over.

"I'm going to give you tramadol and lidocaine through your IV before we start. Should hopefully last longer with both. Let me know when it starts to hurt again."

Phoenix freezes. Their wide, glazed eyes stare up at Joseph like he's their worst nightmare.

"Phoenix? You there?"

_

"I'm going to give you some... IV... hurts."

Phoenix isn't completely there, they know that. But they can see him.

"You know how much general anaesthetic hurts. Don't misbehave and I won't need to use it."

No... no, that's not him. That's Aaron's friend. And he has... scissors? Medical scissors. Shiny medical scissors held in a clean, white gloved hand.

"I'm going to cut the stitches in your face, and Aaron's going to work on the carvings on your torso. Hold as still as you can." He leans over Phoenix's face. They flinch as something touches their side, and Joseph pauses before pushing the scissors into their mouth, the metal depressing the first stitch, leaning against their lips, almost pressing them open.

"Bite down on this, it'll help. Or don't. Just make sure your screaming doesn't distract me."

Phoenix bites the folded strip of leather that's shoved into their mouth, vision blurring as their eyes fill with tears.

Joseph cuts through Phoenix's stitches as they grip the table tightly, one torturous thread at a time. They watch him closely, afraid, aware, distantly, that Aaron's at the other end of the table, that Joseph could do whatever he wanted and Aaron wouldn't know, if they even believed them or cared anyway.

It doesn't hurt as he tugs out the loose threads far too gently, small pieces coming out of their lips, but it starts to sting as he dabs at them. They manage to keep their face free of movement and expression until a needle jabs into their side, and then they yelp, jerking, knocking their head on the hard metal table.

"That didn't last long. Aaron."

Joseph disappears from view and Aaron appears, resting something softer under Phoenix's head.

"It's okay. I'm sorry, Joseph is giving you... take my hand while it kicks in."

Phoenix sees the gentle calmness on Aaron's face but it morphs into a harsh frown when the IV bag comes out.

Their heart speeds up and they turn their head to one side, then freeze. "Please, please no, I can be still, please don't use that, sir, I–"

"What do you think we're going to do, Phoenix?"

"Why do you think I'm doing this? If you can't stay still, I'll have to keep you still."

"Please. Please, I'm sorry, sir."

"It's just painkillers. Just lidocaine this time. Phoenix, easy, I can't– it should be kicking in any moment now. Breathe with me. In and out, nice and slow."

Phoenix does. To do anything but obey would make things worse.

As the pain recedes, their vision swims and they see Aaron and Joseph above them. Not... not him.

"Sorry, sirs," they whimper, "sorry."

"It's fine. I'll let Joseph take over with your face, and let's go again."

Joseph nods. "I'm just going to finish cleaning up your lips and then we can move onto your limbs. Hold still."

Phoenix manages it this time, locking themself up as Joseph dabs at their lips, then moves quickly onto their arm. He makes fast work of cleaning and treating their various injuries, worst first probably, and Phoenix is just about ready to let themself trust those treating them when something wraps around their wrist.

They almost scream.

"Please, don't restrain me, sir, I'll be good, just don't restrain me, please!"

"Stop being such a baby. If you didn't want to be restrained you shouldn't have squirmed so much." When Phoenix can't stop themself he slams their head into the table, leaving them dazed enough to be strapped down, leather tight enough to mark. "Calm the fuck down. I'm doing you a favour removing these pieces as fast as I am, the least you could do is co-operate."

"Easy, Phoenix." But Phoenix can't help bucking, despite the looming consequences, writhing and thrashing because they can't be that helpless again. "It's only bandages. Breathe, remember where you are. Try and relax. You're with Aaron and Joseph, you're safe."

It's hard, so hard, there's nothing they can do, but then something ice-cold lands on their forehead and they gasp.

"Come on, come back, there we are. Stay with me now."

"Please don't kill me. I know I'm, um, inconvenient sirs and it would be quicker if I were dead but please don't kill me, sir."

"We won't kill you, Phoenix," soothes Joseph, "You're not going to die, it's okay. Breathe."

"You're not going to die, don't be ridiculous. But if you keep struggling I'll just wait until you're dead temporarily and take the pieces out then. Some every time until it's done. It's your choice."

Phoenix whimpers, barely able to concentrate on words they really should be listening to.

"We'll take it in turns. One of us stays with you. Joseph, you treat their injuries first?"

"Sure."

Aaron stays with Phoenix, taking their hand. "Stay with me. Focus on me, kid, you're going to be fine."

_

As Joseph takes his turn helping Phoenix stay present, showing them his worst best cat memes to distract them, he realises it's no wonder Aaron warned him to hide his anger. There's no history of Phoenix ever working for a villain, or being held in longer-term captivity by one, which means this was more likely caused by a hero. Joseph knows there are assholes who become heroes, he's met a few, but for someone to do this...

Whoever caused it, he's going to kill them.

[casekek]

some whump tropes that i enjoy immensely

- whumpee being overstimulated by sensory stimuli - bright lights, loud/repetitive sounds, being touched, certain smells - and wincing or shrinking down to get away from it

- unresponsive whumpee who doesn’t give a crap anymore. theyd let someone push them over and theyd just topple to the side and lay there. they don’t respond to goodwill attempts to help, like having a bowl of warm food placed in front of them. they’ve checked out.

- familiar/casual whumpees - whumpees who are familiar with being treated a certain way so they don’t put up much of a fuss to being spit on or kicked. Just groan and move on with your day (could work rly well with ‘living weapon’ i feel)

- whumpees with collars!!!! it’s too dang good. especially if it’s a shock collar and they’re afraid to speak for fear of getting zapped. Bottom line is, you are property.

- whumpee being treated like a child and getting really pissed about it. bonus if the whumper has to resort to some atypical child behavior remedies to keep whumpee in their ‘role’ - such as chains, drugs, etc

- whumpee who refuses to part with an object, such as a mask, and freaks out if anyone so much as touches it.

- caretaker removing masks or collars when the time is right - only to catch whumpee wearing it again in fear or for comfort

- whumpees hands shaking so badly they can’t write or pick things up, and breaking things because their fine motor control is so horribly shot

- whumpee’s injuries being discovered by a group of caretaker friends; whumpee attempts to minimize and de escalate the damage they endured, while friend group is getting bent out of shape in horror over what was done to whumpee, and falling over each other to begin taking care of them

- whumpee being resuscitated and immediately leaping back into action without a thought to the fact that they just DIED; caretaker friend trying to get them to slow down and rest for one freaking second

- ANY kind of retrograde amnesia is soooo tasty. Especially when they don’t remember people they love and just stare at them with a blankly polite smile - OR whumpees who become aggressive with fear over not remembering anything!!

- whumpee seeing/hearing things and freaking out about it while caretaker tries to calm them down