#sadistic whumpers

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Burnt with a cigarette for tiny Daero?

Author's Notes: got a little carried away, turned the fella into an ashtray. :')

Content Warnings: demon whump, tiny whumpee, torture, burns, smoking, cigars, heat whump, cruelty, dehydration, exhaustion, multiple whumpers, demon whumpers

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Thirst brought him to these lavish gardens after days of wandering in search of shelter. The trickling of a fountain was so enticing and his need so urgent that he didn't consider who might own the property. Desperate, he fell to his knees beside it

It turns out that the gardens are kept by the courtesans of five wealthy and powerful but brutish demons, who waste no time punishing the intruder.

Now the demons sit out on a patio, around a circular wooden table, gambling, arguing, and puffing on cigars. Daero lies sprawled on his stomach in the ashtray at the center of the table, the pewter cold against his newly shrunken body.

At this size everything is louder, brighter, more painful. Dehydration has left him too heavy-limbed and weary to budge. He has never felt so vulnerable.

The group erupts with laughter, startling him awake just as his eyes begin to shut. One of their hands raises above him, casting Daero in shadow. He taps the cigar and glowing embers sprinkle from the end of it. Daero flinches, but by the time they reach his shivery skin they are nothing more than warm ash.

Four more hands and four more cigars follow until the tiny demon is lightly coated in it. Unable to even lift his head, he inhales a mouthful of the foul gray powder. Violent coughs wrack his listless body until his lungs and parched throat burn.

Daero is so tired of burn and heat and dry. His skin and lips crack with it. His eyes are bloodshot. And his tail - oh, his tail...

More frightening than all the hurt he can feel is the one he can't. His tail is completely numb, a relief that morphs into sinking dread. What if it's scorched beyond repair or worse...gone entirely?

Yet he can't help but feel relieved, because not long ago it was in absolute agony. It was delicate enough at regular size; like this it was outright brittle. And then the demons coated it in kerosene, set it ablaze, used it to light their cigars and then the flame die out on its own until his poor tail was burnt to a crisp.

Unable to catch his breath, Daero becomes lightheaded. Time passes in blurs of sound and silence, bright daylight and darkness, as he fades in and out of consciousness.

He is awake when the sun starts to set the demons finish their game and stand from the chairs. One of the tall figures looms over Daero; he shields his face, expecting more falling ash.

Instead the demon half-extinguishes what remains of his cigar on Daero's bare back.

It's an instant, sizzling pain that drags him from his respite. His mouth falls open in a thin, crackling gasp, the most his raw throat can manage now. Tears prick at his eyes and make tracks through the ashes on his face.

One by one each demon does the same thing, leaving Daero's back a mess of overlapping burns. Smothered by smoke and pain, Daero fades quickly, while the ends of five cigars continue to smolder atop him long after he blacks out.

#demon whump #tiny whump #torture #cigars #smoking #heat whump #burns #cruelty #g/t whump #shrunken #demon whumper #sadistic whumpers #multiple whumpers #dehydration #coughing #exhaustion #prompt fill #whump writing #my writing #my ocs #daero

[throwawaywhumper]

Contains: Humiliation, Punishment for minor mistakes, Sadistic Whumpers, Party Whump

All eyes on them. It was just a small mistake, but that'd been enough to gain the attention of the party. Carrying glasses of drinks around was quite the balancing act, and with the way he was still sore, he was hardly surprised when a twinge of pain caused him to drop the platter. Glass shards scattered and the clatter escaped no one's notice, especially that of whumper.

"Whumpee, what are you doing? You should really be more careful, what if someone gets hurt?"

"Im sorry, ma'am." Whumpee muttered, already on his knees trying to clean up the mess.

"Take off your shoes."

Whumpee looked back and forth between people, now all of whom were staring at him. "Right here, right now?"

"You know I'm not going to ask twice."

Whumpee begrudgingly removed his shoes, hearing the snickers from around him which he tried to ignore. He knew he'd get no sympathy from this particular crowd.

"Good, now I want to you sweep up that glass, and deposit anything you pick up in your shoes. Put them back on when you're done, and you can continue serving our guests."

Whumpee's face fell, eyes now glued to the floor. "I-I...yes, ma'am." He knew there was no point in refusing. Keeping his eyes down as he carefully scooped up the glass remains with his hands. One handful at a time, he started dumping them into his shoes while trying to make it as flat as he possibly could. Thankfully, most people had gone back to their quiet conversations, but he could still feel some eyes boring into him as he carefully slid his feet back into his shoes.

Despite his best efforts, he could feel the glass shift and crack further under his weight. With the relentless stabbing in the soft skin of his feet even through the socks, he knew he'd be bleeding. Probably a few new scars to add to the mix as well. He winced as he tried to take a few steps forward, each more painful than the last. He could already spy guests across the room, guzzling down beverages just so they could watch him stumble and try to refill their glasses. It was going to be a long evening...

#inky void #whump #party whump #sadistic whumpers #theres no context i was having thoughts during my morning meeting today and i have no self control

[albino-whumpee]

Discarded

I went crazy lmao. Anyways you missed this? I hope you did. It’s convoluted? Yes did I still enjoy writing it? Yes. Enjoy!

CW//animal attack, pet whump, implied torture, blood, superhero and villain whump, collars, conditioning, reluctant caretaking, dehumanization. Ask to tag if I missed anything

Taglist:

@boxboysandotherwhump @yet-another-heathen @fanastywhump @j-is-evil-28 @endless-whump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @unicornscotty @redstainedsocks @whumper-boi @whatwhumpcomments @bunny222  

The battery isn´t strong enough to feed the machine. Not anymore. 

The battery can barely process what is happening when it´s dumped outside. After almost a year of fighting to live while hooked to the machine, its wrists are numb and bloody. It had crawled around for a long time now, so putting its legs under it when dragged and pushed was something it was no longer accustomed to doing. That was no excuse to try and do better for Master, the battery knew. So it tried its best to walk again until Master kicked it out on the street.

“Get lost” Master spat at it shutting the door behind them. 

Where? The battery had nowhere to run to anymore. Master made sure of that. They had made sure it knew that millions of times. 

The battery had become loyal and would go wherever Master told it to. Sensing Master was mistaken about their order, the battery waited. Kneeling at the door with its head down, it waited for the order on where to go. 

An hour passed by in a blink. 

Then two. 

The battery blinked once, then twice before bracing itself for a beating for knocking on the metal door. It was outside, but the battery was not restrained… had Master forgotten? The battery’s head pounded as it sat back, catching its breath before standing up using the wall as leverage, and then trying to open the door to go back inside.

The world blurred around the edges as it would sometimes after losing food privileges, but the battery pulled through and kept trying to open the door.

It shouldn´t be outside. Its place was next to Master and the machine. But… the battery’s world smudged as a smell of dirty rain flooded its senses, only noticing a moment later it had collapsed on the floor.

The battery was outside because Master had wanted it. There were no shackles around its wrists. It had been released from its duty…

Then, was this…Freedom? No, the battery still had the collar around its neck. It was anything but free.

A test? No, its Master doesn´t play silly games like that. 

The battery pulls the last of its energy to sit on its heels, kneeling, before the closed doors. 

“W-Where should I go now, Master?” It tries in a hoarse voice. It doesn´t mind waiting a few more hours for a reply that doesn´t come. Its life had consisted of endless waiting, after all. 

It´s by the time the day dies into the night, that it realizes Master was long gone from the other side of the door.

The battery’s hair clung to its face as the water poured down on it, dripping tears its body couldn’t make anymore.

The weight of its Master´s words crush it, but what was it but its Master´s battery? 

Its orders were clear.

Limping heavily, it stands up and walks away aimlessly. It had stopped being human a long time ago. It had turned into just a battery for whatever plans its Master had. It was a tool and without a Master, its life had no meaning or direction. A complete waste of space.

A waste of space doesn´t deserve a bed to sleep and rest in, nor does it deserve to eat or have a name. A waste of space doesn´t get to have the collar Master gave it as proof of their ownership. 

The battery decides it's not needed to take off the collar to burn it from where it hangs against its throat. Such considerations are reserved for humans. Using just a little bit of its powers to set it on fire shouldn´t be a problem, but just brushing their fingertips against the lock makes it immediately drop its hands back to its sides. 

No, no. No touching. No using its powers when not hooked to the machine. Merely hours away from Master and it has forgotten already? No. Can´t break Master´s rules even if they don´t want to be its Master anymore. 

But then, now that it’s been discarded, is it allowed to touch? Or is it not allowed? Would it be punished for keeping it? Which is the correct answer? It doesn’t know.

That´s why a battery needs a Master. Because it is no longer a human, it can´t take decisions for itself.

After pondering a little longer, it gives up on coming up with an answer it’s not capable of getting before it crawls into a hall in the wall. 

The place is dirty and so tiny, the battery has to fold its legs and neck to fit. It’s so tight, it can´t help but relax, letting out a purr of contentment at the familiar sensation of containment. At least this is a feeling it knows well. Stored, like in the cage. 

Would Master come for it if it waited there? No, once useless, Master wouldn´t even spare a look. The battery slowly closed its eyes.

Then, would any of Master´s friends take it like they threatened to do before? It was a broken battery now, though. He couldn´t even be useful and use its powers anymore.

No wonder Master had discarded it.

Did a broken battery still have some use to someone?

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It woke up to the sound of voices and barks.

The sun was still rising, painting the sky a tint of pale pink and orange. The rain from the day before was now just a breeze that froze the battery’s thin body. It was a couple of young men, taking their mean-looking dogs out for a walk on a leash. The battery felt a shiver down its spine at the sight of the shock collar and muzzle the animals wore.

It had tried to curl further into its hole when one of them peaked in.

“Oh? What do we have here?” The guy wearing a red beanie whistled as his friend came to stand next to him.

“What?” The man looked into the hole and found the battery cowering away from the dog’s snout “…is that a person?”

“Seems more like a rat to me” The battery wouldn’t disagree, given how small and contorted it was. “Why don’t you come out and let us have a better look, hm? Or are you hiding something important in there buddy?” The man whipped his arm and grabbed the battery so tight it yelped. The man pulled it out swiftly, making it land right next to one of the dogs. The battery quickly covered itself when the dog’s mouth came close to its face, curling into itself defensively as it heard the young man laugh.

“There’s nothing here,” the other clicked his tongue.

“Maybe it’s on him” the guy with the red beanie replied, pulling on the dog’s leash when it kept insistently wanting to jump on the battery. By its drooling, it figured the muzzle was the only thing keeping it from biting it. “Hey, you,” the man said kicking away the battery’s arms from its face “we won’t give you trouble if you give us what we want so just be…” the man trailed off as his eyes settled over the battery’s neck. “What the fuck? Is that a dog collar?”

The other guy stretched his neck to stare too, but when the battery tried to scurry away from it, the guy stomped on its chest. It looked at it for a moment before snorting into laughter “holy shit, it is!”

The dogs were restlessly barking and pawing at it so hard, its ratty clothes began to tear. The man pulled on the dog’s chain leash before passing it to the other guy so he could inspect the battery’s collar. It was forced up to its knees with a sudden strong tug from the D ring on his collar, choking it slightly as it struggled to put its numb feet below it.

“Woah, it’s even locked,” the man said pulling on the tiny padlock, and then, hooking a finger between the leather and its neck, cutting the battery’s airflow until it whimpered and the man let go with a gritting laugh. Then he grabbed a fistful of its matted hair and forced it up to its feet, only making it fall back to its knees. 

The battery’s head snapped to a side when he slapped it.

“Hey, hey! Do something, man” he slapped it increasingly stronger “Defend yourself, man! Say something! C’mon!” They repeated the process over and over before one burst into laughter. “He won’t even try to stop me!”

Suddenly the slaps turned into hits and fists rained over the battery’s body. It tried to put its hands around its head but the other man kicked its arms off, the force of his kick turning the battery’s body.

Even when they stomped on it, even when they pulled it up only to batter it down, the battery didn’t say a single word.

It was not allowed to speak to anyone else but Master.

Once they got bored of hitting it without getting even a single yelp out of it, they unleashed the dogs.

It was a moment where the battery debated simply letting them maul it or running. Its legs were numbed out from hours of sitting in the same position, but the ache suddenly vanished when it broke into a sprint, the two dogs dashing behind.

Air burnt through its lungs as it poured every single crumb of energy into running. It knocked over containers and trash to stop the dogs, but it was useless, as the dogs easily caught up to snap their teeth barely centimeters away from their ankles.

The battery saw its chance to lose them when it tried to turn on a corner, but the puddles of dirty rainwater were everywhere and so, it drifted, losing its balance before ultimately crashing against the floor.

It only had time to open its eyes before the dogs jumped on it.

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Everything hurt even more now.

The battery lay still over a puddle of its blood hours after the dog’s owners had put them back on their leashes and ran off when the battery stopped moving. Even when its arms and legs were little more than rags now, the battery was somehow still alive.

The battery’s shaking hand passed over its neck, wet with drool and dirty puddle water, and found the collar ragged to shreds instead of its neck.

Somehow, Master had saved it, the battery thought to itself hours later, when it could gather enough strength to try and crawl back into a better hiding spot. The oozing blood from its wounds smeared on the ground as it dragged forward.

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It hadn´t meant to come out of its hiding, but after days inside the hole in the wall throwing up an empty stomach, it was delirious. It hadn´t meant to land on some poor girl´s head when it thought it had seen Master.

Of course, it paddled away when it noticed its mistake. Dropping its head to wait for punishment, fearing deep in its soul the woman would somehow begin hitting it or even worse, unleashed fiery dogs to chase after it again, but the battery didn´t receive anything but a perplexed look.

“Is that…Are those dog bites?” the woman asked with horror at the half-moons covering the entirety of the battery’s body. Some of them were so swollen and infected they let out a smell the woman had to cover her mouth with both hands to not throw up.

“-ase…” The battery lowered its head until it touched the floor, the coolness of it sending a shiver of bliss through its body “Please…Water…Mas-ah, please…juss…a little…please” it begged, forcing itself to straighten itself and failing so miserably the woman rushed to hold it. Did the world always have that many funny colors? It wondered as its vision swam and it began to only catch glimpses of what happened before it.

It caught the streets, then a door. Then someone was vomiting while it laid down on something so soft it almost cried. Was it a cloud? It certainly felt like one. 

After that, it was red. So red and blurry, the battery was sure it wouldn´t open its eyes again. 

But many times, it did. It opened its eyes to a blurred world that slowly, with each new time it forced its eyelids open, the world became a little clearer. 

It was a very spacious room at the beginning, but then it became clear it was some tiny plastic hovel in someone´s garden. The door leading out to it almost always closed except for the times the woman would come in to check on it. Angrily yelling at it for squirming its way down to the floor before pulling it back on the sofa. 

The battery still found ways to not lay on the furniture but on the floor, where batteries should be. 

The woman had stopped trying to pick it up and had instead pulled the covers and pillows down on the floor. 

It had been adamant at first, squirming itself out of the comfort and warmth of such things meant for humans before the woman had growled at it. 

"Cleaning these every night for you is turning bothersome, ya know? If you´re not gonna get on the couch, I gotta make sure you´re at least a little bit warm. Or what? Are you gonna force me to tuck you up every night as if you were a kid? Don´t even think about it"

The battery was forced into the covers like a burrito many nights after that.

Neither were very happy about that, but the woman watched the battery relax in them after a while. For the battery, containment was no stranger. If this was this woman’s way of keeping it controlled, then what was a battery gonna say? She wasn’t its Master, but it had learnt to not refuse any treatment others gave it.

In a way, the wrapping made it feel like being hooked up to the machine again. It was tight, but not so much it wouldn’t be able to squirm it’s way out of the blanket like with the machine, with its openings specially designed to fit its arms and not let it move away even an inch as it sucked its energy.

The familiarity of the situation made it expect things. If it was contained, would it just be a matter of time before punishments came? It had denied food that was given freely before, but the woman’s simple scolding before she forced its mouth open wouldn’t last long. It would be hooked to a feeding tube soon. It was so sure, that when the woman pulled on her hair and then put a spoon on its hand, the battery didn’t drop it out of disobedience.

It was simply too shocked to hear her say “he” should know how to use a spoon.

A battery was an object others used because they only served one purpose. “He” was not used for the batteries. But the woman kept calling it “him”.

When it dressed its wounds with brand new bandages, when it was helped into a bath because “he” reeked. Even when she gently tried to pull it into the couch, the woman referred to it as “he”. She was gentle but severe when the battery refused to receive human things. Even when she was so frustrated she pulled on her hair, she didn’t see it as something inhuman undeserving of the help she was giving it.

It learnt even her kindness would end one day, when she was talking on the phone with someone when he waited for her to come in on the morning.

“I’ve seen everything in this streets, Marshall. And I mean that! But a man who refuses to take off a dog collar on his neck gotta be the worst of all. He was little more than a corpse when I found him but even when he didn’t try to run away the first chance he got, he refuses to act like a normal human being. Do you think this is more of a mental thing? Like, this boy has been through it, no doubt of that, but just what exactly leaves you acting…like that?” There was some buzzing words “I don’t know, I honestly want you to check on him ASAP. I just can’t shake this feeling that I’ve seen him before,” the battery’s heart throbbed “eh? A picture? Another one?” More buzzing. The battery saw her turn at him for a second before turning away “well, his face a little less swollen now, maybe there’s hope to finding out who I have been taking care of, finally”

The battery’s heart stopped at her words as she continued to talk.

The battery knew why and how it had become it’s master’s battery. The life before that had ended when the collar was put on. It was for the better. After all, the battery’s past life had ended with them when they died on the other side of the room.

The battery couldn’t let her know all of her help was given to that despicable thing that didn’t deserve anything else but being hooked up to a machine until it died. It was its master’s battery to repent, it didn’t deserve the help she had given it in the first place, but she…didn’t deserve to learn it had given so much help to a murderer. Even when it had never meant to kill them.

But that was the battery’s sin. It lifted its hand in the woman’s direction.

The battery never meant to hurt anybody, right?

But the battery couldn’t help it.

It had been so long since it had used its powers like this, but panic overcame it when the woman turned with the phone pointing at it. She couldn’t figure who it was. What it had done.

Their powers were a little too strong for a dumb battery to control. That’s why they had died and that’s why a battery needed a Master and a machine: to be properly used.

The waves of energy flowed like a river though its fingers, lighting up the very tips before the world tensed and wrinkled. As if space and time had become a paper it could fold, the battery’s finger shot a light that pierced the woman’s phone before she could even notice it moving.

“What the fuck?!” The woman screamed as she let the fried phone fall of her hands into the floor. She stared at her phone for a second. The display had melted so, a hole the size of her thumb had appeared. She blinked at it for a second before looking up at the guy in the floor with a hand up in the air, shaking like crazy.

“Don’t” the battery panted before turning its head to vomit blood.

That tiny amount of power wouldn’t have been accepted for the machine. But that was all the battery could use when it was discarded. it thought maybe after a month it could at least use this much, but oh it was so badly mistaken. The battery’s nose and mouth dripped into the floor as it heaved, gasping for air its lungs rejected.

“Y-You did that? That thing you just did, I have seen it before!” The battery whined, knowing he had failed to cover the truth. It had to go now. This woman’s kindness was over. “But- But they said you had died! No way in hell you are-!” The woman’s voice died on his ears as the battery crumbled into a pool of his own blood.

The battery watched in a blurred world how the woman reached for her phone before stumbling into the house beyond the garden.

It had no time to lose now.

Hadn’t it had worse? This little blood would have been any other day before.

Stand up.

The battery obeyed its master’s voice in its head. Sticky blood marking its clumsy attempt of lifting itself and walking out the hut in the garden, the sun blinding its eyes for a second before it walked out. Rushing away as the senses came back to it and it heard the woman screaming as sirens began to ring closer and closer. It broke into a sprint into the forest when there were many voices screaming at him with threats of having weapons and yelling at it to stop running.

Everything hurt so much. The pain was too much to bear.

“Freeze!”

And the battery jumped down into yet another hole. Such was its luck the battery managed to jump into a sewer that spat it out in a beach. The battery, half drowned and covered in feces, crumbled down unconscious in the sand.

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It woke up at night. Carefully sitting in its knees before looking up at the city before it. How long had it been since it could see it’s hometown like this? The battery’s eyes filled with tears before it gathered the courage to stand up.

Help wouldn’t come for batteries.

Once anyone knew who it was, any help and kindness would end.

It didn’t matter how or why, whoever killed a hero was nothing else but an evil villain. And the battery? In a single minute, in one single hit, it had killed nine. Projecting the scene to the world to show who betrayed them before taking the battery into their base and hooking it up to the real machine.

River, the youngest of the eleven heroes, had died with them that day to be reborn as the Master’s battery when he was abandoned by his own team.

#whump #villain whump #writing #my writing #River the villain #tw blood #tw animal attack #pet whump #tw past torture #reluctant caretaker #sadistic whumpers #long chapter sorry #I’m sure many people will stop reading after this #but I’m glad I have it out of my system #in the end there wasn’t much to this story #that I could narrate #because it was me who wrote it #but anyways #I hope you enjoyed the ride! #scars for redemption

[hiding-in-the-shadows]

I am obsessed, and I mean OBSESSED with whumpers who just love hurting whumpee for the fun of it

sadistic whumpers are my babies and y’all need to hand urs over to me or I’m stealing them 👺

#sadistic whumpers #ooo but when they’re just like such a sunshine #love sunshine whumpers #whumper #whump #whump prompt #whump ideas #whump writing #whump prompts #whump community

[whump-mania]

More Whumper Lines

In honor of my first Whumper lines post getting over 1,000 notes, here’s some more! And in some fun categories!

Tag me if you end up using any!

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Playful/Cheery/Lighthearted

1. “Aw, that was cute. I almost felt that excuse for a punch. Why don’t you try again?”

2. “My favorite part is right before you lose consciousness.”

3. “Caretaker, you know how to do stitches, right? No? Oh well.”

4. “Hm. Your blood’s darker than the last one’s was.”

5. “Sounds like Whumpee’s having fun in there…would you like to go join them?”

Dark/Violent/Rough

1. “Get the fuck over here or I’m dragging you.”

2. “Look at me. Look at me while I hurt you.”

3. “Nothing you say is going to stop me. I have a job to do, and I don’t give a shit how it happens.”

4. “Don’t you get it? I’m not being careful. I want this to hurt you.”

5. “Stay still, you motherf—Stay STILL!”

Creepy/Intimate

1. “Come on, scream like you mean it…there we go. Much better.”

2. “It’s so cute when you fumble with your keys everyday when you come home.”

3. “Your pretty little screams are only for me to hear, understand?”

4. “It’s a shock to me that you’ve never considered modeling. I mean…red just looks so good on you.”

5. “Ah, you remember this scar, don’t you? The day we met…god, what I’d give to break you like that again.”

Reluctant/Hesitant

1. “Look, I’m—I’m sorry, I just need to get this over-with. Bite on this.”

2. “They’ll check for bruises. I have to.”

3. “I’m sorry, boss, I’ve…I’ve never done this before. I-I’m trying.”

4. “Don’t look at me like that when the others are here. Please. They’ll know I’m faking it.”

5. “I’m sorry, I had to say it—you know that’s not how I actually think of you, right?”

#whump #whump blog #whump community #whump writing #whump scenario #Whumper #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #sadistic whumper #reluctant whumper #whump lines #dialogue lines #tw stalking

[whumpitisthen]

"Oh, you are so little. I could hold you in place with only one hand. Such a slender throat... I reckon you fit perfectly in my palm. You will behave, won't you? I am going to mark you. I want to see my fingers bruised into that lovely flesh. I want to feel you writhe and squirm under me. I want to watch you flinch away from my touch, and then I want to punish you for it. Then I want to listen to you cry, until you give up all of your tears for me.

Doesn't that sound nice? To be made mine this way? To scar you so deep you cannot help but fall apart? To belong to me so completely?

No? Well, I think it sounds wonderful. We will have to keep doing it over and over again. Bruises are not permanent, after all. Not unless I scar you instead. Would you rather I burn a ring into you? Melt a metal shackle around your neck? You only have to go through that once.

Haha. I thought so. Come here then. Let's see how easily you will bruise for me."

#whump #creepy whumper #my writing #whump writing #intimate whumper #whump prompt #sadistic whumper #choking #bruises #burning

[whumblr]

Yes, yes, Whumpee being forced to dig their own grave, love it.

Now consider: Whumpee being forced to dig a grave. But it's not for them.

They don't know. Yet. So they get to work, snivelling, sobbing, pleading with every haul of sand they throw over their shoulder.

"Hush now, darling, this is not for you."

Whumpee glances up, tears in their eyes.

"It's for your cellmate," Whumper says with a wicked grin. He brings a finger to his lips. "Don't tell them yet. It's our secret."

Bonus: their cellmate is Caretaker

#whump #whump prompt #angst #implied murder #caretaker #whumplr #multiple whumpees #sadistic whumper #my prompts #my writing

[loonybun]

i love it when a whumpee sort of has to choose between the lesser of two evils. like yeah sure that guy will probably stab me twice but the other one bought a wood chipper for the specific purpose of putting me in it.

bonus points if they chose wrong.

#whump community #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump prompt #sadistic whumper

[whump-queen]

i just love love love a whumper brutally beating the defiance out of their whumpee—

perhaps it’s only temporary, once their head stops spinning they’ll go back to spitting and cursing at whumper…. but whumper just beats the daylights out of them until theyre dazed and growling and angry— whumpee’s spitting words giving way to more and more humiliating sounds as whumper beats them into the ground again and again —

eventually, there’s just this sound—halfway between a choked gasp and a strangled groan

and whumper finally stops to listen to whumpee’s panted breaths, to wipe the strands of hair from their forehead, to admire how red whumpee’s cheeks have gotten from the embarrassment and whumper’s hand striking them over and over mere moments ago

#mmm conditioning yum #my head’s just full of beatdown scenarios 24/7 #whump prompt #intimate whumper #whump scenario #sadistic whumper #I pulled an all nighter out if’s stress so i’m going to sleep #creepy/intimate whumper #akia.txt #beatdown scenario #my prompts #beatdown

[rizzoto-whump]

I really enjoy the dynamics of size difference in whump, especially when there's a smaller whumpee and a larger whumper. The contrast of a small and fragile whumpee, easily overpowered or defeated by a larger whumper—like a pathetic, sad wet cat they are.

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[abhainnwhump]

Whumpee shivers and shakes on Whumper's lap as they cling onto them. They have tears of pain in their eyes and the grip helps. Whumper shushes them and runs one hand through their hair. It's weaker than the normal pets because most of their attention is on the knife carving a name/initials/symbol into Whumpee's back.

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[cookies-and-coffee]

whump thought:

Being chained upside down! Suspended from the ceiling!

— a stress position (obviously)

— the flow of blood straight down to the head? Whumpee going in and out of consciousness because their body just shuts down due to the lack of circulation?

— Whumpee getting punished every time they pass out, and they have to stay conscious for a certain amount of time before they are allowed to be let down

— this position would make the Whumpee so fucking vulnerable, spread out and open to any wandering hands

— currently imagining that the chains around the ankles are too tight… long streaks of blood dripping down the calves, thighs, torso, chest, maybe even into the eyes?

— crimson staining the floor, and the black spots in Whumpee’s eyes prevent them from even seeing it

— the suspension could be for a multitude of reasons: Torture and/or interrogation??? Auctioning to be sold?? A sick form of art display? Punishment for disobedience? Simple entertainment??

— just imagine Whumpee swinging around, crying out for help to the people pushing and shoving their body like a funny chandelier that bleeds and begs

— a literal human punching bag

— also, if a person hangs too long upside down, they could literally die??

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[whumpy-wyrms]

so scared and helpless

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[reid-whump]

How can you dehumanize a whumpee?

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE TROPE!! SEND MORE DEHUMANISATION ASKS PLEASE

use them as an ash tray!

force them to kneel next to you as you work!

shock!!! collars!!!!

carving their owner’s initials into their back!

using them as entertainment at parties!

sharing them with friends!

pulling their hair to meet their owner’s eyes!

assigning them a new name one might call a pet!

draw pretty patterns into their skin!

training them not to be disobedient!

giving them a treat when they’re good!

alter their appearance to your liking!

have them repeat that they were worthless!

don’t let them sit on furniture!

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[whumpshaped]

tw broken bones, sadistic whumper

Crack.

Whumper laughed, giddy and delighted, but the sound was almost entirely drowned out by Whumpee's blood-curdling scream. Whumper raised the sledgehammer again, and their victim raised their arms in a weak protest, eyes fixed on the tool that weighed enough to shatter their kneecap even if they were to simply drop it.

But they didn't. They swung with both arms, bringing it down so hard that it stole Whumpee's breath when it connected.

Crack.

Then came another strangled scream.

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[astrowhump]

Whumper training the whumpee not to react to pain or fear.

Not to flinch away from the verging edge of a blade.

Not to pull at restraints in response to pain.

Not to scurry to a corner when whumper opens the basement door, but to instead kneel willingly and prepare for what’s to come.

Teaching him to bottle the fear inside.

Teaching him to stay still and take it…to like it, to find comfort in it, to become addicted to the pain, until whumpee is at his feet, begging not to be let go, but to be punished one more time.

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