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mintflavouredwhump · 3 days
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"Talk to me, Caretaker. About anything. The silence is making me feel like I'm already lying in my grave."
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whumptea · 3 months
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so sick and tired of people hating on lady whump. give me your lady whumpees slouching against a brick wall, drugged and dazed as they try to make their way home. give me girls covered in blood — whether it be their own or someone else’s. give me lady whumpees who thrash and scream and fight against their restraints. who spit poison at their captors. who cry and beg and plead and kick. i’m so goddamn tired of women in whump either always 1. being the whumper, or 2. being forced into these soft, docile stereotypes that prevent them from expressing anything but. give me more lady whumpees or give me death.
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elisabethrosewrites · 1 month
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Gotta love it when Caretaker has gotten out of an abusive relationship, is settling in, meets their friend/lover and life seems good. Whumpee becomes their new everything, they can't imagine a life without them. It's all working so well. But Whumper can't let that happen. He's been watching Caretaker, his Caretaker, fall in love (romantic or platonic) with Whumpee, now that just won't do. Not one bit.
Caretaker comes home one day and the apartment is just a little too quiet. They call out for Whumpee and hear a small thud. They round the corner into the living room. There's Whumpee... On their knees. And Whumper standing over them with a gun to their head.
"Welcome home sweetheart," Whumper says, a curl to his lips.
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blackrosesandwhump · 1 month
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Whump Prompts 130: Lab Whump Aesthetic
CW: lab whump (obviously), blood, self-harm, psychological/emotional whump, magic whump
The lab rat uniform: loose, drab, hanging on whumpee's frame like it doesn't feel comfortable there
Bloodstained, soiled clothing, the result of experimentation
Whumpee left naked in their cell as their uniform is washed
Whumpee arriving at the lab facility as a new subject and realizing that whumper will be experimenting on them, not with tools and drugs, but with dark magic
Inhuman whumpees losing whatever shreds of humanity they might have had as time and experiments continue and they're treated more and more like animals
Or, conversely, inhuman whumpees that become more human and exhibit more human emotions as they're mistreated
Whumpee forgetting their own name because they're only referred to by a subject number
Disorientation from drugs/experiment aftermath
Whumpee's sleep, the only time they're alone, being disrupted by nightmares about what's been done to them
Or, a whumpee who's never left alone, always watched, always under observation of some kind
Whumpee's skin slowly turning into a scarred, chaotic mess from cuts/syringes/injections, etc.
Whumpee seeing their own distress and pain mirrored in the glimpsed faces of other lab rats in the facility
Whumpee learning to see themself as nothing but a test subject
Bandages, sterile gauze, sterile lights, sterile everything
Whumpee being overwhelmed when they catch a glimpse of life outside the lab when visitors arrive
Waking up after an experiment, seeing bloodied instruments and wondering groggily what terrible thing whumper could have done to them now
Learning to damage their own body to foil whumper's plans
Whumpee becoming desensitized to whumper's drugs and needing higher and higher doses for them to work
No longer recognizing their own body after recovering from whumper's last experiment
Whumper leading lab rat whumpee to a mirror, after intentionally keeping them away, and letting them see how pathetic they've become
Or, whumpee looking in a mirror and realizing that whumper has turned them into a monster
Whumpee deciding that it's too late for them and they might as well embrace what they've become
Feel free to reblog and add on!
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blood-and-reblogs · 6 months
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nat-1-whump · 6 months
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So, with NaNoWriMo in full swing, and unfortunately having already seen some examples of this, I just want to say:
If you see a Tumblr post by a disabled person talking about their disability, and they aren't specifically posting it as a prompt or writing resource, do not reblog it with tags like #whump inspo or start talking about your OCs. That is so, so fucking inappropriate and weird.
It's one thing to write about disabled characters, but it's not okay to take a post by a real person about their own experiences and make it about your OCs. Just don't.
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whumpbump · 10 days
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Me constantly: “how can I turn this into a Whump scenario?”
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inky-the-artist · 1 year
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i am ALL DOWN for caretakers who are soft and gentle towards the whumpee, with all the hair brushing, back rubbing, the "you're okay"s and the "sweetheart"s, but then they go and beat the ever living shit out of a whumper
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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 2 years
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A Whumper who, in the eyes of a traumatized Whumpee, is a Caretaker compared to the absolutely horrendous treatment they had been subjected to prior to being kidnapped by them
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the-baby-storyteller · 8 months
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Chin lifts.
From Whumper to make Whumpee feel vulnerable. Weak. Like property. To remind them of their place and just how servile and pliant they are under Whumper’s control. Forcing them to lift their head, stretching their neck to the point of pain, in a show of cruel sadism as a wicked smile spreads across their lips.
From Caretaker to soothe Whumpee. To make them meet their eyes when they refuse. To check for illness or harm. Or tears. Maybe they smile when Whumpee’s gaze reaches their own. Perhaps they frown at what they see. Regardless, an intimate moment is created as Whumpee stares up at them, seeing the intemt strong within their eyes and feeling the firm unyielding grip of their hand, both whispering: “I’ve got you.”
Whumpee, the one having their chin lifted, feeling all too exposed with the near manhandling. For a Whumpee who’s main defense mechanism is hiding, not being able to cover their highly expressive face is a terror. A Whumpee who refuses to meet Whumper’s gaze out of spite. A Whumpee who buries their head in Caretakers chest when ill to hide the flush of their face or seek comfort.
Lift their chin.
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mintflavouredwhump · 28 days
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A whumpee who consumes poison, either by force or by will, in order to develop an immunity to them. Even if they do achieve their goal, the process leading to it is definitely not pretty.
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crowzwhump · 7 months
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Tw: Vampire Whump | Vampire Whumper | Kidnapping | Noncon Vampire Feeding | Stalking (let me know if I need to add any!)
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The city was bathed in the soft glow of the full autumns moon hung high in the sky, the soft glow of streetlights, casting long, eerie shadows across the empty sidewalks.
In this urban labyrinth, Whumpee, a young and unsuspecting individual, hurried through the narrow alleyways, unaware that they were being stalked by a predator of the darkest kind.
Whumper, a modern vampire with a taste for the thrill of the chase, had spotted Whumpee earlier in a bustling cafe, their heart racing as they sensed the sweet aroma of innocence that clung to their chosen prey.
As Whumpee turned the corner, they were startled to find themselves face to face with Whumper, who had been lurking in the shadows, just out of sight, now stepped into the dim light, a charming smile playing on their lips.
"Lost, are we?" Whumper purred, their voice as seductive as a siren's song.
They moved closer, their eyes locking onto Whumpee's, holding them in a captivating gaze.
Whumpee, disoriented and slightly flustered by the sudden encounter, stammered, "I… I wasn't expecting to run into anyone here."
The Whumper's smile widened.
"Well Fate has a funny way of bringing people together, Doesn't it?" they mused.
"In fact, I could use your help with something. You see, I'm looking for a particular place, and I seem to have lost my way. Would you be so kind as to assist me?"
Whumpee hesitated, their guard slowly lowering in the presence of the charismatic stranger.
"I suppose I could help you find your way," they replied cautiously.
Whumper's smile only grew, "Wonderful!" They said, "I do appreciate your kindness, truley."
As Whumpee turned their attention to giving directions, the Whumper's predatory instincts sharpened as the conversation continued, their words a hypnotic melody that dulled Whumpee's senses.
But as Whumpee's back was turned, Whumper finally saw their opportunity.
In a swift and shocking move, the vampire lunged forward, wrapping their cold, strong arms around Whumpee.
"W-what are you--!?" Whumpee gasped in surprise, the realization of their peril sinking in too late.
"You're too trusting, my dear," Whumper whispered, their breath sending shivers down Whumpee's spine. "But don't worry; I promise to make this encounter unforgettable."
Terror seized Whumpee's heart as they felt the fangs graze softly their neck, Their eyes widened while their breath quickening as panic set in.
"No, please, don't!" Whumpee begged, their voice quivering with fear. "I'll do anything, just let me go!"
"Anything, you say? How intriguing," Whumper purred, their grip tightening around Whumpee's trembling form pulling them closer against them. "But I'm afraid it's too late for negotiations, my dear."
Whumpee's breaths came in ragged gasps as they struggled to comprehend the nightmare they had been pulled into.
"What… what are you?" they stammered, tears welling up in their eyes.
The Whumper leaned in, their lips brushing against Whumpee's earlobe, sending a shiver of dread down their spine.
"I'm a creature of the night," Whumper hissed, their tone both seductive and menacing. "A vampire, if you will, and you, my dear, are about to become part of my world."
Tears streamed down Whumpee's face as they whispered, "P-please, there mm-must be another w-way. I don't ww-want to die."
The Whumper's eyes gleamed with an unholy hunger as they gazed into Whumpee's tear-filled eyes.
"Oh, you misunderstand me," They murmured. "I won't let you die. No, I intend to keep you alive, to make you my Blood Bag."
With a gentle but firm grip, Whumper lifted Whumpee's chin, exposing the pale, vulnerable curve of their throat while the moonlight danced upon the delicate skin, emphasizing the pulsing vein beneath.
As Whumpee's trembling body was held firmly in the Whumper's grasp, the vampire's fangs pierced their delicate skin.
A sharp, exquisite pain shot through Whumpee, followed by an intense sensation of pleasure that was impossible to resist.
Whumper's venomous saliva mixed with Whumpee's blood, igniting a euphoria that left them weak at the knees.
Whumper fed with a calculated rhythm, their lips pressed against the wound, their tongue dancing over the puncture marks, savoring every drop, and as the first drops of blood touched the their tongue, a shiver of pleasure coursed through their body.
Whumper's hand, cool and gentle, caressed Whumpee's cheek, guiding their face to the side to allow for better access to their throbbing vein.
The Vampire's tongue flicked over the wound, lapping up the crimson nectar that flowed from Whumpee's neck.
The taste was intoxicating, like the finest vintage wine, all while whumpee's heartbeat echoed in their ears, the rhythm of their life force lulling the Whumper into a hypnotic trance.
Time seemed to lose all meaning as Whumper fed, savoring every drop of precious life essence.
Whumpee's breaths grew shallow, and their vision blurred, the world around them fading into obscurity.
Finally, once Whumpee's body had grown frail and their breaths dangerously shallow, Whumper withdrew, their lips stained crimson.
They watched with a cruel satisfaction as Whumpee slumped forward, unconscious and utterly helpless.
With a predatory grace, Whumper gathered Whumpee's limp form into their arms their pulse had grown feeble, and their body had become a mere vessel, emptied of life.
Whumper's eyes glittered with triumph as they turned away from the moonlit alley, disappearing into the night with their newfound Blood Bag.
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chainandfeather · 1 month
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hm
You know those music boxes with the ballerina figures?
That but with a tiny whumpee having to hold a ballet pose as long as the music plays
Especially if they have to stand fully en pointe :) I know from experience that even holding demi pointe for a long time is torture
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blackrosesandwhump · 2 months
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Totally random idea that just popped into my head:
A human who sets up a contractual business with vampires as their bloodbag on call, able and willing (even eager) to feed them as the need arises.
Imagine a dim, fancy shop, all the windows curtained over or blacked out, and a smiling human who walks out of the shadows to greet the vampire that just showed up, starving, at their door.
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whump-or-whatever · 2 years
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Whumpees with sleeping issues…
Slouched posture
Chugging coffee/energy drinks/using caffeine supplements
Bags under the eyes
Moving slowly
Zoning out/unfocused eyes
Getting frustrated/upset when they can’t fall asleep
Everyone asking whumpee “are you okay?” or telling them “you look exhausted”
Maybe they can’t sleep because they are anxious or overthinking
Or maybe they are scared to sleep because of bad dreams
Maybe on a subconscious level they just don’t feel like they deserve sleep so they stay awake to punish themself
Changes in mood and behaviour due to sleep deprivation
Getting confused easily or not thinking straight
At some point they just start falling asleep at random times throughout the day
Maybe they try sleeping pills and end up trapped in a bad dream
Maybe they refuse to take any pills and in an act of desperation caretaker slips them some anyway
Whumpee asks someone to knock them out so they will sleep peacefully
Maybe they need particular conditions to fall asleep, like a certain item, room temperature, light level, a person nearby, etc.
People getting up in the middle of the night to find whumpee still awake
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whump-world · 7 months
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NSFWHUMPTOBER 2023
RULES
tag me. it's @whump-world. if you don't tag me, i won't be able to find your pieces. (then all my followers who are largely okay with nsfwhump won't be able to find your blog either!)
2. it can be as nsfw as you like. i will reblog all of it.
3. use this hash tags #nsfwhumptober2023
4. the prompts are just guidelines. take as much creative liberty as you need. the dialogue can be edited. the word prompts are for additional inspiration.
5. write out all the warnings at the start of your piece.
6. any kind of media is okay as long as it's on Tumblr. so art, writing, gifs, etc is a-okay.
7. reblog this if you're participating
PROMPTS
day 1: anything you like!!
day 3: "get on the table"
exhibitionism | punishment | humiliation
day 5: "were the pillows soft?"
noncon drugging | denial | creepy whumper
day 7: "love me. that's all i'm asking"
pet names | possessive whumper | defiant whumpee
day 9: "you don't understand how ravishing you look"
clothes | higher social status whumpee | restrained
day 11: "Shh.. unless you want it to hurt"
wax play | in public | pain
day 13: "smile at the camera, love"
anonymous whumper | voyeurism | stalker
day 15: "i'll do anything." "anything?"
sensory deprivation | mind break | isolation
day 17: "who- who is that?"
multiple whumpers | blinded whumpee | trafficking
day 19: "you only have one purpose"
toys | cockwarming | dehumanization
day 21: "the begging, the tears, gosh, the show you put on."
captivity | gaslighting | terror
day 23: "can i touch you here?"
weapons | noncon touch | bargaining
day 25: "you're tired, huh. sure, sitting there must be oh so tiring."
exhaustion | dubcon | somnophilia
day 27: "who do you want first?"
multiple whumpees | mind games | pet whump
day 29: "you can't go out like that. people already think you're a whore. no need to prove them right."
control | relationship whump | embarrassment
day 31: "why are you crying? you deserve worse."
villain whumpee | bondage | loss of power
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