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Whumpee stifles their sobs behind their hand. They stare at the ceiling, trying to calm themself down after a particularly nasty nightmare. Finally, the tears stop and whumpee can catch their breath long enough to look at whumper next to them in bed.
I really like the idea of slow burn abusive relationships in whump~~
Start out dating, the whumper (sadist) is nice and sweet and caring, but starts controlling and belittling whumpee in small ways, embarrassing them in front of their friends, etc til it escalates to the point they can’t ignore it. Before they know it whumper has taken control of their finances, and since whumpee has moved in with them, they don’t get out to see their friends or family much. Which works out because it’s getting hard to hide the marks :)
Romance 💘
Whumpee, after miraculously surviving a WEEK of being held captive, suffering unimaginable torture and trauma being dropped off, literally dropped off - limp and lifeless on the ground outside caretaker's home.
Caretaker, who has been worried sick while whumpee was missing, discovering the mess they're left in. Calling out all their housemates to help check for a pulse and gently pull whumpee indoors and care for them.
ok but couples who get whumped together! One is kidnapped, bound and gagged, and used as lure and bait to trap the other one. Whumper laids out whumpee to take out caretaker, and once caretaker sees their beloved in distress, once they remove the gag they hear "IT'S A TRAP" and it's all over for them. <3
Whumpee’s new owner is…weird. They keep trying to take care of whumpee, offering food and comfort when others have given nothing. Whumpee doesn’t trust them and the only thing they can do is sit there as caretaker tries so hard to connect with them
Stoic Whumpee who grips Caretaker’s (or Whumper’s) clothing in white-knuckled fists and teary eyes when they are physically unstable and can’t stand on their own
That’s all folks!
A vampire basically having to be an amazing Caretaker to their blood source because human blood tastes so much better (and maybe more nutritious just for fun) if the human is well fed, happy, calm, ect. Maybe the human wants to stay with the vampire, because honestly this is so much better than their life used to be. They don't have to stress about anything, the food's the best they've ever eaten and they barely ever have to feel scared or sad anymore.
Bonus: The human had a condition that made it much more difficult for them to live life before, whether mental or physical.
Whump ABC #23 - Whipped
Based on the results of this poll.
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Whumpee's hands shake from pain and exhaustion and henchman rips their shirt apart, revealing their back. Exposed to whumper, whumpee closes their eyes when they hear them walk closer.
Warm hands touch their cold skin, leaving goosebumps on their way. They hear whumper scoff, who bows down so their mouth is right next to whumpee's ear.
"Your old scars will be nothing against what is about to follow," they coo and walk back again, whumpee bracing themself for the pain that comes with the crack of the whip.
The burning sensation makes them grunt, but it's not enough to make them scream. Again and again, the thundering crack rings in whumpee's ears, hot blood running down their back now.
Whumpee's body shakes from pain, their mind racing, wanting it to stop. Barely holding onto consciousness, whumpee coughs and closes their eyes. The whip licks at their skin another time.
“So this is what you do? You find little broken dolls, fix them up only to break them again?”
tw pet whump, abandonment, rejection
"Please!" Whumpee sobbed, clinging to their master's clothes desperately. "P-please, don't– don't leave me here, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Whumper looked down at them with nothing but ice cold disdain, all that warmth and fondness Whumpee had gotten used to entirely gone. "Let go of my clothes," they ordered firmly, and Whumpee obeyed, because they were good, they could be good, they could follow orders.
"Please, forgive me, I– I've made mistakes, b-but I won't make one again, please. Please, just give me a chance."
"I've given you many," they said bluntly.
Please please please please I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry–
"Please don't leave me," they choked out. "Please. Please, I'll do anything, please–'
Whumper didn't wait for them to finish. They turned around and left, slamming the front door of the shelter shut behind them; trapping Whumpee inside with all the other abandoned pets and workers who seemed not to care for them at all.
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Brutal whump idea:
A large ring pierced through Whumpee’s mouth, below their tongue and straight through their jaw. A chain hooked to that, and used to drag them around like on a leash, tugging whenever they’re moving too slow.
Not only the pain, but it works as a permanent gag. Maybe it goes through their tongue as well. They can’t speak right. They can’t eat. Any sound comes out as a pathetic whine. They can’t close their mouth, maybe their hands are bound behind them so they can do nothing about the blood and saliva dripping down their chin.
The only thing that matters is that they certainly won’t be mouthing off to Whumper again.
tw: drugging
a defiant whumpee trying to claw at whumper’s arms in protest as their body reacts to the sedative that was just injected into them. they can only muster aggravated, painful groans and whimpers as whumper cards a hand through their hair.
“shh, my love… don’t fight it,” they whisper, guiding their captive to lay back down.
the world seems to fade in and out, blood rushing through their ears drowning out the voices around them. it hurts- is all whumpee can think, the pain is setting their body alight and sending stars to dance before their eyes. they’re confused and scared, the world too big and loud for their semi conscious brain to comprehend.
but then, arms are wrapping around their fragile body, settling the shakes that ravage their frame. they panic at first, weakly fighting against whatever new torture this is; but then they hear it, the soft lull of caretaker’s voice. a hand cards through their hair and the rumble of caretakers chest is welcoming as they press against it.
the world is slipping through their fingers now, and whumpee lets their consciousness fade away as they weakly grip onto the back of caretaker’s shirt.
CW: Flashbacks, ptsd mention, past trauma mention, Whumpee guilt
Whumpee sees their face in the bathroom mirror, the overgrown hair, bloodshot eyes, and the bruises that their entire body is covered with.
Just then, some flashbacks from the time they were being tortured come. They remember how the Whumper used to love running their hand through Whumpee's hair.
Suddenly, Whumpee is possessed by the urge to take an electric shaver and they run it over their hair.
They don't stop until all their soft, beautiful locks are lying in clumps next to their bare feet on the bathroom floor.
When Caretaker walks in and sees this, they take away the shaver from Whumpee, because they don't want Whumpee to hurt themselves by mistake.
Caretaker sets down the shaver and turns to Whumpee.
But Whumpee's eyes are cold and empty.
It makes Caretaker worry about them even more.
"What do you think you're doing!" Caretaker screams at the Whumpee.
Whumpee breaks down and drops to the floor, head in their hands.
In their eyes Caretaker can see the torture they are still mentally going through from their time in captivity.
"Why'd you do that, Whumpee?" they ask.
The Whumpee finally raises their head and looks Caretaker in the eye.
"I just ... I just felt like it."
"Then you should have asked me to do it for you!"
"I wanted it gone now! I JUST FUCKING WANTED IT GONE NOW! So leave me alone!"
Caretaker has never felt so helpless.
They crouch down on the floor and look in Whumpee's eyes.
Eyes that used to be vibrant but are lifeless now.
They place a hand on Whumpee's shoulder and speak in a gentle voice. "It's okay," they say to Whumpee, "I understand. Just please let me know first, next time you want to do that? Okay?"
When they hear this, Whumpee grabs Caretaker and pulls him in a tight embrace, on the wet floor of the bathroom and the Caretaker hugs them back.
"I'm sorry, Caretaker! I'm really sorry! I don't know what comes over me sometimes! I know you were only trying to help!"
So, Caretaker tries to calm Whumpee down. "Hey, just relax okay? You're with me now, Whumpee. You hear? Not Whumper! And you'll get used to it, just give it time. Let your body and your mind heal."
Once the Whumpee has calmed down enough, Caretaker helps them up and they take the electric shaver and use it to properly smooth out Whumpee's hair.
Caretaker then sets down the shaver and helps Whumpee take a shower.
Then, they bring fresh clothes to Whumpee and help put them on.
When the Whumpee is freshly showered and clean, Caretaker can see that they are feeling a little better.
So, Caretaker helps Whumpee to the bed.
They give Whumpee their meds and tuck them in.
"Just get some rest, okay?" They say to Whumpee.
Caretaker leans in and kisses Whumpee's forehead.
Whumpee finally closes their eyes and drifts off, finally feeling at peace.
"Shut up!" The whumper kicked the whumpee's shivering form, "stop it. Stop crying- I can't fucking think."
The whumpee lay curled up on the cold hardwood floor, trying to hold in their sobs, "s-sorry."
"Jesus," the whumper rubbed a hand over their eyes, "don't look at me like that."
The whumpee quickly averted their gaze, whimpering softly.
"Now you're acting like I'm the fucking bad guy," they walked over to the whumpee and sat down.
The whumpee drew into themselves, hugging their arms into their chest.
"Stop it," The whumper pushed on their shoulder, forcing them to lay on their back. The whumpee didn't resist, letting themself be moved. They were unable to hold in a light sob.
"Jesus you're fucking dramatic. Just chill out," the whumper threaded their fingers through the whumpee's hair, "you were being annoying ok? And it's not like I fucking stabbed you."
The whumpee nodded weakly as the whumper pet them.
"There's no reason to get all upset, ok?"
"y-yeah, sorry."
Fucking love defiant whumpees who are all bark and no bite, especially when they kick up such a fuss with their whumper, spitting venomous words and promises that they'll never submit...
And all it takes for the cool, level-headed whumper to call their bluff and threaten them with a knife to the throat before whumpee is like a kicked puppy with their tail between their legs, a humiliating reveal to their true self that whumper can't help but rub in
The bidding to choose Whumpee's death had been raging hard for seven days. Now, the countdown to closing was at an end. They strained at their bonds. It was as useless fighting it now as it had been from the beginning. Whatever the rich bastards who won this auction wanted to do to them, they would do. There was no stopping it.
But when Whumper read the email from the winner to themself, the look on their face was one of revulsion - and that terrified Whumpee more than anything that they had seen or heard so far.
"Well," Whumper said, grimacing. "There's no accounting for taste."
Two henchmen came in and Whumpee was unbound for the first time in over a month. Not for long. They were dragged kicking and screaming toward a flat table, strapped on their back to the surface and left helpless once again.
They wailed piteously as Whumper strolled over, a thin rag in one hand and a large, opaque jug in the other.
Whumpee started to sob. They should never have let slip that their fear was suffocation, never because they knew what this meant. They were going to be waterboarded. Drowned where they lay, and because of the cloth, Whumper could do that to them as many times as they wanted.
"Please," Whumpee whimpered. "Please don't waterboard me, please, I-"
Whumper shook their head. "This isn't water."
Whumper popped the cap on the jug and the smell that hit Whumpee's nostrils was unmistakable.
Vanilla extract.
Shove your whumpee against the wall with whumpers arm pressed against their neck. Making Whumpee gasp quietly, fear filling their face as their eyes quickly flutter up to meet Whumper’s.
It was an exhausting, rainy day. Caretaker shook their soaked coat off their shoulders before eagerly drawing a hot bath. They passed by whumpee’s door and stopped, hearing quiet sobbing coming from the other end. Their heart sank as they quickly knocked.
“Whumpee? Are you alright?” They asked.
The crying silenced, but so did the voice. Caretaker didn’t wait and pushed open their door-
There they sat on the floor at the end of their bed. Tears drained from their eyes, they gave them a silent-wounded look, seeing them seemed to only overwhelm them more as they curled their arms around themselves and sniffed.
“Sweetheart… What’s wrong?” Caretaker asked, sinking on their knees next to them.
…
“…I feel so small”
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The whumpee isn't ready for it, maybe they don't expect their attacker to hurt them.
They almost mistake it for some sort of odd embrace before they feel a searing pain in their stomach.
The whumper steps away, leaving them clutching the hilt of the blade shoved deep into their flesh, blood begins to drip between their fingers.
The whumpee collapses to their knees as the support of the whumper disappears, eyes cast up to their betrayer, full of hurt and surprise.
just something i've been thinking about recently
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This is a writing I love from my old blog, please enjoy :)
"Whumpee! Whumpee oh thank god, are you ok?!"
The caretaker's heart broke as they saw the whumpee flinch at their voice, they looked up, their eyes stayed locked on the doorway even as the caretaker rushed to the whumpee's side, pulling them into a gentle hug.
The whumpee melted in the caretaker's embrace, "I... c-caretaker please take it off I c-can't, please," the whumpee's voice shook.
"What do you..." the caretaker looked for any restraints, but couldn't see what the whumpee was talking about, "What do you want me to take off?"
The whumpee looked panicked, their eyes were vacant, "please I can't, I can't s-see please take it off," tears began to drip down the whumpee's face.
The caretaker's eyes widened, their throat felt tight.
The whumpee wasn't wearing a blindfold.
"Whumpee, take a breath ok, it's all going to be ok."
"Please, please I- I want to see you, I want to k-know it's over- please," the whumpee took in hitched gasps between words.
"Shushhh, it's ok, I know," the caretaker pulled the whumpee back into their arms, cradling their head against their shoulder, "I'm here, even if you can't see me, I'm here. It's over."
"Please take it off," the whumpee's voice was a weak whisper.
"Whumpee, I- I'm so sorry-"
"please."
"You're," the caretaker hesitated, "whumpee there's nothing over your eyes, nothing to take off. I- I'm so sorry."
A sob escaped the whumpee's lips, "I c-can't caretaker, please. Please I can't see."
The caretaker's heart felt like it would break in half, "I know, I know I'm so sorry,"
"I- I can't," the whumpee pulled back, freeing their hands to rub at their eyes, "I can't- no, no no, please! Please they, they can't take another thing, I- I want to see you, please," the whumpee let out another broken sob.
"Come here, don't," the caretaker gently pushed the whumpee's hands away from their face, "you'll hurt yourself."
The whumpee let their hands be moved, tears streaming down their face.
"p-please."
There was nothing the caretaker could do.
The whumpee's head lolled to the side, eyes squeezed shut as they tried to calm their breathing.
In, out, in-
Their mind went blank as blinding pain shot up their spine.
They never got used to it. The whumpee's hands spasmed as, with a mind of their own, they tried to reach for the collar around their neck. All this resulted in was the whumpee pulling rather painfully at the ropes that suspended them from the ceiling.
Even if their hands were free, there was no way the whumpee could get this off. It was locked tightly, supplying shocks at what seemed like random intervals.
They struggled to keep their footing as another one ripped through their body, there was barely a break between this and the last one.
The whumpee let out a ragged sob, "you're not even watching! Why- what.. purpose does this serve?"
Silence.
Nothing but the whumpee's own heavy breathing.
"Please stop," they whispered, too quiet to be heard by anyone outside the room who might actually be able to fulfill their request, it was more of a quiet prayer.
There was no answer.
Whumper fakes whumpee’s death so they don’t have a vengeful caretaker after them. But later: the grief stricken caretaker sees whumpee again for the first time after they’ve escaped and can’t believe their own eyes.
"Stop! Stop it! Get AWAY from them!" The Caretaker thrashed wildly in their binds, ropes cutting into their wrists.
The whumper didn't spare them a glance.
They only had eyes for the trembling figure in front of them.
The whumpee's knees were pulled up to their chest, eyes wide with fear.
"Get away, don't touch them! Don't fucking touch-"
"It would be better for your friend if you kept your mouth shut from now on."
Whumpees been taken for ransom from right under caretaker’s nose. Weeks pass before they get the call with demands for a chance at getting them back.
But caretaker will hear none of it until they hear whumpee’s voice over the phone.
“Whumpee are you okay?! Have they hurt you?” They cry over the phone.
“….”
“I’m alive.”
A feral whumpee that attacks anyone that comes near them- except for the whumper, as they’re the only person they’re scared of. People that try to help the whumpee are usually hurt by them, and are usually repelled by this behavior.
When whumpee is already kneeling and whumper hits them, hard, causing them to fall to the ground
Bonus points if they're manhandled back to their knees