#restrained whumpee

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Magical restraints

Preferably some invisible restraints. With Whumpee being pressed against the wall (or on the floor), hands held back by an invisible force that they can't break free from. Maybe wisps of smoke around their wrists for the aesthetics.

- Whumper advancing on them, hand outstretched, fingers out. The pressure on Whumpee's wrists increasing with every step closer.

- Maybe Whumper can feel the magic in his fingertips pulse with every useless struggle.

- Or he just casually waltzes up, hands in his pockets.

- Implied Whumper getting closer and closer, right up against them and they can't even bring up a hand to try and force some distance.

- A flick of his hand and Whumpee is forced down to their knees.

- Another flick of his hand, like snuffing out a candle, and the invisible bonds fall away. The casual show of power.

- Whumpee snarling and spitting insults. Whumper just shakes his head and all of a sudden, Whumpee's raging is cut off mid-sentence. A heavy, invisible pressure now digging into their throat, cutting off their air :3

- The team is coming to save Whumpee. They see them alone in their cell, not even tied up, so they think this is going to be a piece of cake. But Whumpee can't get up. And there is no chain to break, no ropes to cut.

- Meaning they have to seek out the source of the magic first before they can get Whumpee out.

- Or well, maybe the source of that magic has noticed the commotion and is already on his way to them :)

- Bonus: he's standing in the doorway to the cell, blocking the exit.

#bonus omg he's standing right behind yo-- #whump #whump prompt #whump tropes #restrained whumpee #magical whump #manhandling #restrained #whumplr #my writing #my prompts

[whitecoatwhump]

Today’s vibe:

Automatic restraints, especially is they’re not immediately obvious. Like, you sat in this chair thinking it was completely normal, and suddenly there’s metal cuffs around your wrists and now you can’t get up

#whump #restrained #restrained whumpee #whump tropes #I think this counts? I am unsure

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee's strapped down to a wooden table. Their wrists and ankles are bound to each table leg. Whumper came in and patted their head apologetically. "Sorry about the accommodation, I would have put you on a bed if I had one."

"Let go of me." Whumpee growled. Their face was red and they poured with sweat from hours of fighting the ropes. At one point they tried to break a table leg, which only earned their right wrist a dark bruise.  

"Hard pass, it took a lot of work getting you here. I see you still have some energy to burn, so I'll leave you to it." 

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[hanrequest]

test subject in restraints type whump...

honestly lab whump is one of my absolute FAVORITE whump tropes, especially involving test subjects being restrained against their will...

imagine:

whumpee having restraints bound to each of their limbs, wrapped too tightly around their wrists and ankles so that it stings painfully every time they twitch or move. their arms ache from being held in a single position for hours on end, they can't feel their legs anymore, their entire body thrums with unrelenting pain....

whumpee having cords attached all over their body-- on their chest, their forehead, their ribs, stomach, thighs. they have no idea what the purpose of these cords and cables are, all they know is that the metal tips at the end feel too cold against their exposed skin, they feel so vulnerable, and all they can do is wait fearfully for whumper to arrive and carry out whatever sick experiment they have planned this time.

whumpee being strapped down to an operating table too tight-- whumper tightens the strap across their abdomen, causing whumpee to choke and gasp from the pressure of it up against their lungs, instinctively thrashing about under their bonds. all they can do is scream or sob or curse, eyes blown wide in terror as they watch whumper prepare all the tools needed for the experiment; steel and metal glinting menacingly under harsh white lights, rows and rows of neatly-lined scalpels, scissors, needles...

yeah. i need more of this!!!!

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[whumpdaydreamerx]

A Whumpee laying on the floor, arms chained above their head. Whumper straddling their waist – effectively pinning them down.

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[the-baby-storyteller]

Based off this prompt from @jordanstrophe

“Caretaker! Caretaker!”

Whumpee let out a breath of relief as they stumbled into the arms of Caretaker, grasping desperately at the fabric of their shirt and clinging on for dear life.

“Hey, hey Whumpee calm down,” Caretaker rumbled. “Shh, it’s okay.”

“They’re trying to- You have to stop them,” Whumpee blubbered, “Please, please don’t let them get me please-”

Caretaker drew a calming hand down their back. “Shhh calm down, no one is trying to hurt you.”

Whumpee’s sobs softened as they gripped tighter onto Caretaker.

“We just want to make sure you’re safe.”

Whumpee froze. Their eyes raised slowly to Caretaker's and saw an undefinable glint in them. Despite the warmth Caretaker tried to exude, Whumpee could see something hidden under the facade. Something dangerous.

All of a sudden the warm arms surrounding them seemed all too constricting. Whumpee’s eyes widened.

They bucked against Caretaker, suddenly terrified as Caretaker’s hold grew tighter.

“Whumpee stop-”

“Let me go!” Whumpee shouted, panting breathlessly as panic grew. The sound of the footsteps of the medics behind them grew louder and Whumpee’s struggles increased.

“No, no no stop stop please Caretaker Caretaker-”

Caretaker huffed while shifting to pin them down. Whumpee yelped.

“Whumpee we’re doing this for your own good.” Caretaker looked tired out, stressed.

Whumpee wouldn’t buy it. They pulled frantically against the hold but Caretaker wouldn’t budge.

“Caretaker, please-” Tears streamed down their face and they looked up at Caretaker only to see a stony, unwavering face meet them back.

The sound of voices drew their gaze as the medics finally arrived. Their heart dropped. Their last chance at freedom, gone.

A needle pricked them in the neck and they whimpered, slumping against the ground.

Whumpee’s eyes started to droop against their will and they used their last bit of strength to glance at Caretaker, the one they thought was on their side.

Caretaker looked back at them, a look of sadness and concern. They brushed a sweaty lock of hair out of Whumpee’s face and Whumpee would have flinched had they had control of their body.

“We’re going to help you.” Caretaker whispered softly, a sad smile on their face.

Whumpee’s eyes shut to the sound of lies.

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[doorlampwrites]

Consequences of poking around

Civilian hadn't even heard them coming. They had been on their laptop, blankly staring at their notes about Villain.

Over the past few weeks, they had found a new hobby. A new hobby that involved trespassing on crime scenes and learning how to take good photographs.

A hobby that had left them tied up and gagged on the floor.

Villain clicked through their laptop, not even giving them a spare glance. Watching them up close, outside of their screen, sent a thrill through them. The same thrill they felt wondering if they would be caught searching places they weren't supposed to be—except now they had already been caught.

Impending danger. What would Villain do when they finished sorting out their computer? The obvious answer was kill them. But a small part of Civilian held out hope that Villain wouldn't. That they would praise Civilian for what they found, for finding connections the authorities didn't think of.

Villain shut the laptop and stood up.

It was a stupid thought. Civilian felt their blood freeze as Villain turned to look at them. From the floor, they looked like a giant about to stomp on a bug.

"You are an obsessive one, aren't you?" Villain said.

Civilian's hands shook. Of course. Everyone said that about their hobbies. Why would Villain be any different?

Villain crouched down and lifted their chin with a gloved finger. "I can't have someone poking around like that."

Civilian looked away, panic only now beginning to set in. They were about to be murdered, weren't they? Just because they couldn't be satisfied with true crime podcasts. Just because they couldn't like normal things.

"Are you shy now?" Villain said. "You certainly weren't when you were speculating how I killed Victim."

Civilian wanted to melt into the wall.

"You sounded so curious about it... I’m tempted to show you how it's done."

They squeezed their eyes shut. Was Villain going to make it slow? Would it be painful and drawn out? A punishment for investigating them?

Villain pulled down their gag. "Tell me your intentions," they said firmly.

"I- I wasn't gonna do anything with it," Civilian said. Their throat tightened. Villain wasn't going to believe them. "It was just a personal project. A hobby. I wasn't going to tell anyone, I swear. I don't tell people about any of my hobbies. They don't- they don't like to hear about them, and this one would be worse, so-"

"Shut the fuck up," Villain said.

Civilian closed their mouth.

"I want you to know that you don't have any important information about me," they said carefully. "And some of it is inaccurate."

Civilian's heart dropped.

"I wouldn't even consider this worth my time if you didn't like to snoop around places you don't belong." Villain grabbed their face, squeezing so tight it hurt. "Stay away from this. If I see you at the wrong place again, I will kill you, no questions asked. Understood?"

"Yes," Civilian whispered.

The villain stood up and left without another word. Civilian wiggled their hands, realizing they left without bothering to untie them.

When they finally managed to cut themself free, Civilian found all the notes on their computer deleted.

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[fulcrumwrites]

Prompt #10: Locks

Locks are so incredibly underutilized in whump writing. They are, of course, alluded to, but almost never described. Some examples:

• Whumpee’s heart drops as they hear the heavy, final click of their captor turning the key in the lock to their cell/cage/coffin/closet/etc. Trapped, they listen as the footsteps fade away, leaving them in the cold, dark, and loneliness.

• From the other side, whumpee can hear whumper sealing the door with layers of chains before padlocking it. They throw themselves against the door, screaming for help. But the chains and lock don’t give.

• Locking the padlock on chains, tugging it to make sure it won’t snap. Stepping back and smirking as whumpee tries to move. Then whumper draping the string of the key over their neck to taunt their captive or slipping it into their pocket out of sight.

• Handcuffs, collars, and shackles that lock automatically once snapped shut. Too quickly restrained to struggle, no chance to fight back.

• Alternatively, restraints that require to be locked manually. Whumpee fights as long as they can. Eventually, whumper gets the restraints around them and soon after jams the key in the hole. Whumpee sags in defeat once they feel the twist and hear the click. They’re stuck now.

• Sci-fi locks that require a fingerprint, passcode, or a keycard.

• New objective: find key/keycard/fingerprint/passcode/etc. in order to escape.

• Locked in a room with a bomb, a monster, poison gas, filling with water, an interrogator, etc.

• Metal gags, muzzles, and masks that lock. Even if their hands are free, whumpee can’t remove the gag to speak. If they escape, they’re mute until they can find a way to get it off.

• Locking whumpee in a room, cell, tower, etc. to prevent them from completing their mission, delivering information, or stoping a crisis.

• Whumper dangles the key in front of their captive’s face before throwing it away or swallowing it. “You’re never leaving this place.”

• Trapped in a lockdown protocol.

• Connecting restraints with padlocks to make whumpee even more immobile: connecting two cuffs around the wrists and/or ankles with a padlock instead of a short chain; lock the chain between cuffs to the chain tethering their neck to the floor, padlock a loose chain to a loop in the floor, wall, or pillar; padlock two people together, etc.

• Smashing a lock with a brick or stone or the butt of a gun. Shooting out the lock (I play Uncharted). Even kicking the door and breaking a weak lock.

• Captive has lock-picks hidden in their hair, mouth, or clothing. They quietly and skillfully pick the lock and escape. Maybe they are caught in the act and there are consequences.

• Magic locks. Only the person who enchanted the lock or the right counter-spell can unlock it.

• Emotions of panic and desperation as a whumpee who hasn’t given up yet pulls at the chains in hopes of finding a weak point. Or defeated acceptance once they hear the final click, knowing they’re stuck.

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[whumperelle]

the water cure

(content warnings: torture, forced-feeding, noncon touch, restraints, general physical/psychological abuse, noncon master/slave dynamic)

water cure (torture): water cure is a form of torture in which the victim is forced to drink large quantities of water in a short time, resulting in gastric distension, water intoxication, and possibly death.

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whumpee lay restrained on the table, their heart pounding in their chest, their mouth forcibly kept open by a device that tasted of rusted metal. whumper's trained hands were steady as they positioned a funnel over whumpee's mouth.

"this is necessary, slave. you need to learn," whumper said with a cold, clinical detachment. "when you ask for things you haven't earned, there are consequences."

whumpee had asked whumper for water earlier in the day. they didn't receive an answer - only a chuckle and a smirk that promised future consequences. now, whumpee's eyes widened in horror as whumper began to pour water down the funnel. they tried to swallow, to keep up with the relentless flow, but it was too much, too fast. their stomach began to distend painfully, their body's natural reflexes fighting against the unnatural influx of water.

they could hear whumper's voice, distant and distorted, as if coming from the end of a long tunnel. "you see, slave, this is how you learn obedience. you need to understand your place."

the pain was unbearable, the psychological torment even worse. whumpee felt like they were drowning, not just in the water but in the complete loss of their will, their autonomy.

whumpee's body shook with the effort to cope with the physical pain and humiliation. their eyes, red and wet with tears, conveyed a mixture of fear and remorse.

"i'm sorry, master," whumpee gasped out, their voice distorted by the device in their mouth. "i didn't mean to… I'm sorry."

whumper circled the table, looking down at whumpee with a twisted satisfaction. "you should be sorry. you brought this on yourself. you need to learn, slave. you need to understand who's in control here."

the cruelty in whumper's tone was unmistakable, their words designed to crush any remaining sense of self-worth in whumpee. each apology from whumpee seemed to fuel whumper's desire to break them further.

"you're nothing without me," whumper continued, their voice dripping with disdain. "remember this, slave. remember your place."

whumpee could do nothing but nod, their body and mind overwhelmed by the intensity of the ordeal. their apology was automatic, a conditioned response to the terror and pain inflicted upon them. in this moment, whumpee was lost in a haze of agony and despair, utterly at the mercy of the person who had claimed them as their own.

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[whump-or-whatever]

Man, I’m a sucker for any whump involving a belt. It’s one of my favourite object in a whump context.

Whumper bringing a belt down across whumpee’s back, hands, legs, feet, or what have you.

If they’re feeling particularly brutal, whumper hitting whumpee with the buckle as well.

A belt being wrapped around whumpee’s neck and pulled tight, choking them.

Alternatively, belt wrapped around whumpee’s neck and used like a leash.

Belts used to bind whumpee’s wrists and ankles.

Whumpee breaking down and starting to apologize or beg whenever someone takes off their belt (be it caretaker or whumper) because they think they’re going to be hit.

Overlapping bruises in the shape of a belt buckle.

Swollen red welts in a criss-cross pattern.

A belt being put in whumpee’s mouth as a gag.

Alternatively, a belt being put in whumpee’s mouth for them to bite down on as their wounds are treated.

Belts being used as tourniquets or to hold a splint in place.

Belts used to strap whumpee to a table, chair, etc.

A belt pulled ever tighter around any body part, bruising, bursting blood vessels, maybe even cracking bone at some point.

Whumpee who ends up hating the feel of leather and the sound of jangling metal.

This hatred extending as far as anything with a strap and buckle, such as a watch, bag, saddle, etc.

Feel free to add any others y’all can think of!

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[abhainnwhump]

(Content warnings: Medical whump, poisoning, restraints, traumatic response, conditioned Whumpee?)

When in captivity, Whumpee was force-fed poisons and "medicines", often begin chained down to do it. This happened over and over again. Now they need real medicine to heal all the damage caused by those liquids in their body, but they're too scared of more damage. Caretaker has no choice but to hold Whumpee down or tie their wrists to the bed. They're crying and apologizing and doing everything they can not to hurt them and insists this is for their own good but Whumpee won't stop screaming . . .

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They are here for me

Prologue

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“Dead men don’t just pop out to stretch their legs, Ava!”

“Don’t you shout at me! God, I came here to watch a movie, not to you ambushing us with conspiracy theories!”

Lucas opened his mouth to retort, but had none. Okay, yeah, he had kind of ambushed them on their weekend outing. But he had no other choice. Barging in on her at home was too dangerous. And she wouldn’t have taken that well, either. Hell, staying at his own home was too dangerous. But he needed someone to confide in. Either he was going paranoid, or he really was being watched. And neither was good.

He sat back and, to avoid Ava’s accusing glance, let his gaze roam over to the little girl now happily scurrying along the candy lane. She had been easier to pacify than her aunt; a promise of a later movie with a bag of candy to go with and she was happy to give them some time to discuss things.

A trait she probably hadn’t inherited from her aunt, or well, maybe she had… Always make a good deal. That was Ava’s motto, pounded into him ever since he started working with her. Ava wasn’t easily bought. Even at the office, if he’d try to get her in a good mood, seeing her favourite coffee drink waiting for her on her desk was only met with suspicion. Like it wasn’t just coffee but a bribe.

She was on his side here, but god, he needed something to convince her. Without sounding paranoid.

Ava followed his gaze, the girl now intensely focused, finger running over the containers trying to decide. “You owe me for this. That girl ain't stopping until that bag is full.”

“Yeah, fine, okay. Here’s ten bucks.” He slapped a bill on the side table. “And take this as well.” He carefully but deliberately placed a thumb drive on top of the bill.

Despite her anger and doubt, Ava didn't hesitate. She folded the bill over the drive, neatly packaging it, and tucked it away in her wallet. Only her voice carried her suspicion. “What is this?”

“Everything I have on that man. Files show he should have been released years ago, yet his body was brought in to the morgue directly from the prison. And now he’s gone. Nothing adds up here.”

“You couldn’t wait ‘til Monday—" Ava started, but a voice over the speakers interrupted her.

“Ladies and gentleman, at the request of the police we have to ask you to please evacuate the building through the main exit. We are deeply sorry for the inco—"

Lucas ignored the announcement at first, thinking they were just calling for the next movie to start, but at the word ‘police’ he jumped up. He flew towards the railing of the second floor, overlooking the main lobby of the movie theatre, nearly crashing right into it and leaning over.

At the floor below, people were already making their way out, flanked by a troop of military police who checked everyone leaving the building. A smaller group made their way inside, pushing through the confused crowd. Lucas watched it all unfold, equally confused by the spectacle yet also in total disbelief, ignoring the alarm bells blaring in his head.

A tall man in a long black coat who appeared to be the leader effortlessly made his way through, following his men. He oozed authority, striding his way past the crowd, his manner relaxed and calm, determined, and signalled with a single gesture of his hand for the men to split up and take the surrounding staircases up.

Lucas glanced back towards Ava, who quickly called her niece back to her and stood, ready to leave. He shook his head, gesturing for her to wait just a bit. Because this couldn’t be happening. This was proof he was just paranoid.

When he looked down again, his breath caught.

The tall man, the leader, was looking up. Straight at him. Eyes met. Narrowed. Widened, in Lucas’ case. And he knew.

The man called something out to his troopers but Lucas already pushed himself away from the railing and shot back to Ava.

“They’re here for me—” he started.

“Oh, Lucas, don’t be so dramati—”

“No. Listen. They are here for me!” he said, emphasizing each word. “I don’t have time. Take that drive and get out! You can go through the main entrance. I need you on this, Ava, please!”

And before she could even protest any further, he ran off towards the back, hoping to find an unguarded back entrance.

Useless, really. The building was probably completely surrounded by now, all escape routes cut off. But he had to try. He wasn’t going to surrender himself to them and attempt to talk this out. If they were willing to go to such lengths, in public… there wouldn’t be much to talk about.

He ran through the long hallway connecting the theatres, stomping over the red plush carpet, trying the doors to make for the emergency exit inside, but the doors had already been locked. He cursed a desperate note, continued running. His only way of escape was probably through the double doors. The main entrance, guarded by men who hopefully wouldn’t recognise him if he could just blend in with the crowd and get out, meet up with Ava.

He screeched to a halt as a rumble of heavy footsteps sounded from the end of the hallway, getting louder, getting closer. He turned on his heels and shot the other way. Heard shouts of recognition behind him. Panic seared through him and he nearly stumbled over himself in his haste to get away. Came to an abrupt halt again as two more men blocked his path from the other side.

They were armed… but they didn’t even bother reaching for their guns.

He froze for a second, fell a step back. Nearly tore his neck as he looked back; the other group now slowly closing him in. This couldn’t be happening. Right?! He glanced back and forth at the two groups of men not letting up, advancing on him as if he was a wild animal, as if he was the one who carried a weapon.

He was trapped. Completely trapped. The only option left was…

Fight! His body screamed, adrenaline bracing him, tensing his muscles. Push through!

Surrender! His mind countered instead, turning his limbs to lead with paralyzing fear as if it was already prepping to make him sink to his knees. Don’t make things worse.

Torn, he shot another glance back and forth. And made up his mind.

With a desperate scream he launched himself at the two men, hoping to bulldozer through.

They didn’t even blink.

He crashed right into them. Like crashing into a solid wall. Not giving him one inch.

One caught him by the elbow. An arm slid around his torso. A sharp pain exploded in his knee and he collapsed at their feet, half held up by his arm that was now twisted to his back. He hissed. Pain shot through his shoulder, forcing him face-down to the ground. Where he saw more combat boots drawing nearer.

“N—Get off, get—!”

He struggled with all his might, knowing full well he couldn’t throw off two trained men with their full weight on him. He flailed, begged, screamed. Bucked and twisted to get free. Managed to pull one hand free and driven by this small success, he doubled his efforts.

He vaguely registered slower footsteps drawing nearer, but with another knee forced onto his back he couldn’t look up. His chest pressed into the soft carpet. He trashed again, a final attempt—

When suddenly a harsh grip snared in his hair. His head was pulled up and before he could even realise what was going on, everything exploded in pain as his forehead slammed into the floor.

He couldn’t move a muscle for a few agonising seconds. Heard a distinct click. Made to try and bring his hands to press against his head, but something stopped him. He couldn’t see a thing, nothing but a white flash slowly fading to red, the red of the carpet that scratched his forehead as he stuttered back to life and slowly shook his head with a moan.

Two pairs of strong hands grabbed him by the upper arms, pulled him up. He followed with a groan, slouching in their grip, half bend-over, legs protesting against the weight forced on them. Blood gushed from his nose, dripped over his chin and splattered onto the carpet. His vision was still blurry. He blinked hard, trying to focus, his gaze stuttering over to the man still towering over him even now that they’d scraped him from the floor.

He barely had the strength to raise his head, merely stared straight ahead, eyes at chest height. He tried very hard to focus on one of the shiny buttons of the man’s long black coat until he was pulled upright. His gaze followed up, searching for the man’s eyes. They were the same cold eyes that had looked up at him from the lobby, now looking down with a certain cold condescension.

The man’s hard stare snapped to his subordinates.

“Take him away.” And with an equally cold harsh nod, Lucas was half carried along, down the stairs, the toes of his shoes scraping over the carpet every now and then as he struggled to keep up.

There was no mercy of a quiet exit by the stage door. The unit marched him right down the lobby, through the double doors of the main entrance, clearing a perplexed crowd to carry a bloody, half-conscious man to a police car.

He spotted Ava outside, hand in front of her mouth, eyes wide and fixed on his face. He tried to smile at her, but it probably came out as a twisted grimace. With bloodied teeth, perhaps. Not the reassurance he had in mind.

They deposited him like a limp rag in the back of the police car. The door slammed shut and he sagged against it, taking the pressure off his bound hands. The man getting in the front turned in his seat to look back at him. He could barely make out his face, but it was the man who had smashed his head in. His lips moved. Did he just say something? There was no concern in those eyes whatsoever, so Lucas doubted he asked an ‘are you okay?’.

The car blurred, the world turned to silence. And as the car rumbled to life, his vision joined gave in, everything turning black.

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Still untitled prison whump project tag list :) @gala1981 @chaotic-orphan @lolrpop

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[the-bloody-sadist]

Early access to BSD dead dove week’s medical prompt up on the Patreon!

Full here, releases to the public in February!

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[jordanstrophe]

A metal collar clamped around whumpee's neck. The cold bit at their throat, shivering whenever they shifted.

-Wich was difficult since it was chaining them to the floor, too short to stand up but long enough being on their knees was considered mercy.

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[whump-in-the-coffee-cup]

“Used as Bait” Trope

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

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

Action Prompts

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scenarios

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A Whumper wanting to have fun torturing the Whumpee, but also not wanting to deal with too much cleanup. So they keep them in the bathroom, making them stand in the tub. Binding Whumpee’s hands to the shower rod.

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