#whumpee training

[the-bar-sinister]

First whumper uses physical violence to train whumpee. Pain is the great teacher.

When whumpee has been trained to respond to pain, then the actual violence isn't needed. Then all whumper needs is the threat of violence, and whumpee responds.

When whumpee has been trained to respond to the threat of violence, then whumper doesn't need to threaten anymore.

After that, whumper trains whumpee to the implication of violence.

The subtle cues. No one but whumpee would even know that whumper was making a threat.

Even a gentle smile can be an implicit threat.

And whumpee responds.

Whumpee has been taught.

Later-- much later-- caretaker has to work to understand why some of their innocent actions and gestures make recovering whumpee flinch, and jump.

#whumblr #whump #whump community #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump tropes #whump writing #caretaker #whumpblr #whumper #whumpee #darkfic #dark fic #whumpee training #💻🔪

[a-muzzled-hound]

“EVERYTHING HURTS & I’M DYING!”

WHUMPTOBER - DAY 8

stomach pains - head trauma - back from dead

TRIGGERWARNING/CONTENT!! Pet training/exercise training, concrete burns, face trauma, pet whump, head trauma, knee injury, teeth whump, shock collar, no comfort/LIKE- NO COMFORT.

It was about any other training day, ashtyn jogging around the guarded estate, for however miles vincent would request on that day, and as always vincent, demetrius, and alyx would be there, for obvious reasons, they were taking the doggy out on a ‘walk’!

Sadly enough, the mutt never really got all that exercise to say the least, to say the least. He was skinny, scrawny, fragile, frail, and useless at everything. Anything that he was given the task of doing, even if it was just sweeping up the floors, he’d fail. Always getting demeaned for it.

Thankfully, this day Ashtyn made it to five minutes! That has to be a record, but of course, he was expected to keep running like this for an hour, an, hour. He just couldn’t do that, especially with how wheezy he was getting, gasping desperately for any air, til he’d look at demetrius who would be leading, lunging forward with one leg to grab ahold of him.

Of course, lunging while in a panicked frenzy and rushed, he really wasn’t able to jog anymore, his legs tripping over each other, barely avoiding falling every time up till now, Falling straight to the payment sidewalk, face first with his knees taking quite a bit of damage as well, but not as much as his face had, with the left side of his head hitting the payment aswell while he was falling, taking of course some trauma from that.

His mind raced as his back hunch up freezing there for a good two seconds, as his breathing increased more and more, his arms racing up to his face within a matter of time, holding onto his agonized, with his face going panicked, as he felt the swelling from the freshly fractured nose, making what can only be described as a awful, cringe crunching noise, as blood would quickly fill his palms, but not only his fucked up nose, his mouth.

His front tooth had just fallen out onto the pavement in front of him, with some of his bottom teeth going loose, with one of them even feeling as if there was any touch to them, it was just going to pop out.

And of course, that wasn’t all to the blunt fall

His knee caps and abit of his shins were just now reacting to the concrete burns letting out an blood curdling scream, not to mention, his sweat were getting into the burn, making it even more unbearable with the blood curdling screaming stopping for barely a second just to start again, and louder as the pain became more and more insufferable, blood staining the gray sidewalk from how bad of a burn it was.

“HE-HELP!!OH- HW-EL- ULP!!!” More blood curdling screams continued right after as blood drizzled down his hands to the pavement, calling out for emergency attention as bluntness from the strike to the side of his head was starting to get the better of him, tears leaked, and leaked from his eyes, falling down to the ground, following the same pattern the blood was going, within every panicked and rushed breath he took

—-

Of course the three would stop in their tracks to look at ashtyn, all three of them found this to be an inconvenience if anything. With Demetrius speaking up to ashtyn, providing as much sympathy as the other two did for the helpless mutt

“GET UP!”

Raising the remote that controlled any shocks executed through the shock collar, as an warning.

Of course, ashtyn really didn’t want any more trouble, with every one he received being violent, containing quite a high amount of voltage in just one shock. He’d scurry to pick himself up in a rush, with tears overflowing his eyes when he brought his left leg up to stand up, falling to his side, his left side

Bringing even more trauma than he already had to the left side of his head hollering out an blood curdling scream as an shock was executed through the shock collar, mid interrupting the horrific screaming, with him beginning to choke on his sobs, his alphabet slurring, speaking in an rushed manner, suffering from an fresh new concussion in that very moment! Yippee!

“STO-TA– STA-SOBTOP!!”

Demetrius spoke again, in a stern, heartless manner “GET. UP!”

Ashtyn's eyes just scrunched tightly closed, holding onto his left side of his head, dizziness striking him as his pupils went uneven to each other, his left one going a bit bigger than the other one. As his screaming continued after a moment of agonized grunting to maybe hold back the pain.. But holding that amount of agonizing pain back for even just a few seconds, wasn’t possible.

Of course as he’d start screaming another shock was executed to him. “GET UP.” Vincent's heel boot would kick directly to ashtyn's gut that was left wide open, leading to him coughing out a unreal amount of blood. Coughing more and more that’d lead up to that amount of blood. As the last of his tears flushed out, with him fainting from so many underlying things, stacked together just like a sandwich, the shock, the pain, the dizziness, the utter disorientation he’s been put through.

The three men of course, decided to call it quits, afterall, what good is a dog that is dead?

#whumptober2022 #whumptober #day8 #everything hurts and im dying #head tramua #face tramua #teeth whump #pet whump #pet training #whumpee training #concrete burns #no comfort #broken whumpee #tramua whump #whumpee trauma #tumblr writers #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #knee injury #concussion

[whumperly]

Thinking about whumpers and whumpees and the intimacy of stabbing. The inherent intimacy of the act.

Whumpers who lean into whumpees as they drive the knife in... The slight resistance then give somewhere soft and vulnerable... Does the whumper whisper something into whumpee's ear? Are they silent? Do they take note of the way whumpee's breath hitches, or the warmth of their body heat radiating from where the hilt of the knife kisses the skin? Do they savor the blood leaking out onto their knuckles and between their fingers, or does it disgust them?

Do they hold whumpee close in mock comfort as they wait for them to pass out from pain/shock/blood loss? Do they hold them, hand fisted in their hair, for the express purpose of keeping them upright only to drop them, let them collapse at their feet?

Do they yank the knife out? Tighten their grip and hold it there to savor the feeling? Do they twist the blade? Bring the knife up and stab them again?

Whumpee trembling as they try to process what just happened, their brain not able to make sense of the pain just yet. Doubling over with a low gut-punched groan or barely there whimper when they do.

#too sleepy. lost my train. i just love this kind of whump. #the way that it requires whumper and whumpee to be physically closer #stabbing #whump #knife whump

[kaleidoscope-of-thoughts]

Soft Villain

“Stop, stop…” Hero whispered shakily as the shadows of Villain’s team surrounded them. They squinted their eyes shut while their ears rung, desperately trying to sink into the floor.

“Everyone move away from Hero…now,” Villain’s authoritative voice spoke from the crowd and the chatter slowly tapered off.

Hero still couldn’t see what was happening, but they sensed Villain bend down in front of them.

“Hey, are you okay?” Villain questioned in an uncharacteristically soft voice, “are you hurt?” Hero jerked a bit when they felt a soft touch, Villain was holding their hand.

“Shh, sorry, it’s just me…are you hurt, Hero?” They asked again, kindly.

Hero shook their head and finally opened their eyes. They were met with a sympathetic gaze from Villain who was absentmindedly rubbing their thumb up and down the back of Hero’s hand.

“Good that’s good, why don’t I help you up and you can come with me, hm?” Villain tilted their head in a questioning gesture, the corners of their lips lifting into an ever so subtle smile.

With some trepidation, Hero nodded. They had no where else to go anyway, but Villain didn’t need to know that.

Villain stood still grasping Hero’s hand and gently pulled them up, slipping an arm around their waist when Hero faltered.

“Easy, easy, I got you. Thought you said you weren’t hurt,” Villain gave Hero a once over to confirm or deny the earlier claim, but Hero spoke up first.

“Not…hurt, I’m just…tired,” Hero’s words were slurred slightly and they leaned further into Villain.

“Oh, I see, well I’ve got a nice warm bed waiting for you upstairs,” Villain smiled again and the pair slowly made their way through Villain’s headquarters to the extra bedroom

They had many questions for why Hero had showed up that night, for now though they needed some comfort, and Villain was going to give just that.

#whump #soft whump #whumpee #caretaker #hero #villain #hero x villain #possibly? #hopping on the hero x villain train again :3

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

#writing #writing community #snippet #angst #heroes and villains #ficlet #writblr #hero/villain #hero whumpee #exhaustion #overworked #villain caretaker #whump #kind of #in case you’re wondering. yes you CAN do this to yourself. it’s completely possible #essentially what happens is if you do a motion (a pull-up) more than your body is capable #it gets mad. this is different from training till failure. this is to failure and then beyond #so while you started using the correct muscle groups you those muscles get tired and despite the tired you don’t stop #so then your body switches to muscles it SHOULDNT BE USINF and then you fuck up your elbows (in the case of pull-ups) #and then you can’t straighten your arms for a week bc the ligaments and tendons and all the little movement parts want to keep it curled in #I’m not a doctor #I’m just a gifted kid who was an athlete who got burnt out and destroyed her body lmao #this is possibly maybe based on true events that occurred #anyways. I’m not a doctor but you can use electrical tape on wounds. yes it sticks. yes it stays. it’s honestly very useful. #electrical tape > bandaids #do not do anything listed here it is BAD. do not blow out your muscles it hurts. properly clean ur injuries. I beg you. #don’t get injured at all #thank you to my friend who went “pull-up’ competition and then watched me create this angst #love u besties. drink water. go to sleep. summon demons. ❤️ self care

[theinsomniacindian]

New dynamic idea: Touch-starved living weapon x haphephobic human experiment

#person a was trained to be a living weapon from a young age and lived a life devoid of kindness and affection #person b used to be a human experiment and became touch-repulsed thanks to the torture and the abuse they've faced while in captivity #not me describing my ocs that are secretly based off myself and my own haphephobia #the dynamic can be romantic or platonic #character tropes #character dynamics #imagine your otp #otp #otp prompts #prompts #writing prompts #character inspiration #writing #writing inspiration #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers community #living weapon #living weapon whumpee #haphephobia #touch repulsed #experiment whumpee #tw haphephobia #moonlight and blazing stars

[acer-gaysimpstuff]

Small Drabble whump thoughts

Whumpee loved dogs. That was the first thing they told Caretaker when they met, they first time they went out together (hangout or date), caretaker was practically holding whumpee back from petting every dog they saw.

One day, Whumpee told Caretaker that they always felt their life would be better if they were a dog. They’d be fluffy and happy and life would be easier.

Whumper overheard.

And they take everything Whumpee says very seriously.

Part two

#whump prompt #caretaker #torture whump #whump angst #pet whump #mmmmmm #collars and leashes for whumpee #give them a new phobia of dogs #conditioning whump #training #training whump #pet whumpee

[honeycollectswhump]

i want to see ashtray get a pat on the head 🥰 and maybe a burn at the back of his throat. you know. for fun! - @whumpcloud

im very sorry it took me literal AGES to write this! at least you get some angst now :D

Smoke in His Lungs

[masterlist]

CW: pet whump, burns (cigarette & other), dehumanisation, conditioning

Being used is his greatest wish, his only purpose, the one thing Ashtray knows without a doubt how to do. The months –months? he can’t remember anymore– of relentless training prepared him, made a truly polished Ashtray out of the senseless Shape he was before.  

Now, he gets rewarded with the highest honour anyone could bestow upon him: kneeling at the feet of his first and only Mistress, the one who owns his body, mind, and soul, and Ashtray couldn’t be more grateful for it. For a short moment, he allows himself to close his eyes and let himself drift in the unintelligible drift of conversation and the comforting smell of smoke.

Not for too long though.

Ashtray blinks himself to awareness again and swallows with difficulty, the tender flesh of his throat still aching with the memory of the scorching wave. Yet he knows not to flinch. Instead, he wills himself to focus on the fresh burn on his left palm, the red, inflamed blister feeling hard against the bare skin of his thigh. It burns, of course, a rush of delight coursing through him. 

Burning means he is being useful. Burning means he is a Good Ashtray and, perhaps even, a Good Boy. 

There is an ugly feeling in his stomach though, sticking to him and turning the wafting voice of his Mistress into a minefield he has no choice but to cross. Ashtray knows he is dumb, his only purpose is to serve, to obey, he doesn’t need to think. But unlike his blunt Handlers during training, his Mistress’ silky voice remains incomprehensible to him. 

It should be a fatal flaw, and maybe it eventually will be, but right now his Mistress shows endless compassion, graceful mercy, seemingly knowing her Ashtray’s limited capabilities, despite his price point. She speaks slowly, gesturing kindly to whatever area she demands of her Ashtray. And he complies –of course–, always eager to serve, and hopes that maybe one day he will memorise the meaning of her words.

This time, his Mistress elegantly points to her mouth with one slender finger, perfectly manicured, her nails sharp and red like wine. Ashtray straightens up towards her, opening his mouth, eyes closed, waiting for how he will be used this time.

Suddenly, his Mistress’ hand is in his mouth, violating, and it takes all of his training not to gag then and there, as he inhales fumes and soot. Burning engulfs his throat like a forest fire, sizzling in a place not made for it. 

Calming breaths do nothing against the threat of smoke filling his lungs. Ashtray freezes, his nails digging into his thighs like claws, tries to stop moving, stop thinking, stop breathing, until the colourful spots in his vision make room for a flurrying blur of white static. 

Then, almost as abruptly, his Mistress removes the cigarette again, leaving him only with the overwhelming taste of ash seeping into his blood and soul. 

He wants to gag. Heave. Retch. 

Ashtray waits a moment, then two, until he allows himself calm yet stuttering breaths against the fumes. In his early training that alone seemed like an impossible task, going against instincts he couldn’t explain to himself. It feels good to have his training reinforced, to show –even if only to himself– that it was worth it, that he worked hard to become the perfect luxury product for his beloved Mistress. 

Staring back down on his hands, a barely touched canvas for her markings, Ashtray can only breathe. The blister on his palm seems to have broken when he clenched his fist against his reflexes, but he barely feels the additional hurt over the charring pain all over his body, concentrated, irreparably, in his throat. But it's okay. It’s okay. It must be Okay.

It is nothing but pure mercy, when his Mistress lays her hand on top of his head, almost absentmindedly, and starts petting him in slow, gentle motions, making sure not to ruffle his prettied hair. Ashtray tries not to press into her touch, chasing a sensation he knows will be rare. It floods his body like a cooling wave and a fever high at the same time. 

Only Good Boys get pet; a blissful knowledge deeply ingrained into him. 

Good Boys take the pain they were trained for and Good Boys look graceful while doing so. 

And then, maybe, Good Boys will be rewarded with a touch so rare they can barely remember the last time they felt it.

taglist: @whumpsday, @2in1whump, @sodacreampuff, @webbo0, @toyybox, @whumpshaped, @clickerflight let me know if you want to be added or removed :)

#ashtray when he was still fresh <3 #this is set barely a week after he was bought #with some slight info about his training :D #asks #whumpcloud #The Ashtray #ashtray/skye (oc) #mireille belmont (oc) #honey's writing #cigarette burns #burn whump #conditioned whumpee #pet whump #pet whumpee #ashtray whump #object whump #object whumpee #female whumper #dehumanisation #human furniture #furniture whump #human ashtray #ashtray whumpee

[generic-whumperz]

When Whumper’s threats aren’t working anymore & Whumpee won’t shut up so Whumper pulls out -

⚡️⚡️ZAAAAPPP⚡️⚡️

#whumpee is gonna learn real quick #whumpblr #whump #whump stuff #just whumpy tings #whump blog #shock collar #electrocution #tw shock collar #tw electrocution #whumpers gonna whump #whumper #creepy whumper #sadistic whumper #taunting whumper #whumper x whumpee #trained whumpee #Whumper tools #tw torture

[violentlyravenous]

Whumper who trains whumpee to obey with the use of a shock collar.

Every time whumpee screws up a command, they receive an intense, painful shock to the jugular that instantly snaps them back to attention. That usually motivates them to quickly fix what they did wrong.

"Did that sting? Good. Now try again, and get it right this time."

If the whumpee continues to fail, whumper turns up the dial, increasing the intensity of the shocks until they're finally corrected.

Some nights after they've been 'training' for hours, the throbbing pain around their neck prevents them from getting comfortable enough to rest- leading to lack of sleep as they toss and turn throughout the night. Replaying the constant, agonizing torture that they endured, still fresh within their head.

Whumper - whether they feel like tending to whumpee's wounds or not - admiring their own handiwork; grabbing the whumpee by the jaw and tilting their head from side to side, inspecting their reddened, tender throat. They can't help but laugh at their misfortune in a cruel, condescending tone.

"Well would you look at that~ Now you have such a pretty, little throat~"

Physical injuries ranging from an itchy, scratchy sensation in the neck to raw burns and tissue damage after receiving a constant current of electricity.

Psychological trauma affects the whumpee as well; everytime they're reminded of the pain, their muscles involuntarily jolt, sending their body twitching and spasming, even spiraling them into a panic attack.

#hiii <333 my first whump post kehehe :3c #whump #whump community #whumpee #whumper #shock collars #collared whumpee #whump training #tissue damage #psychological trauma #sleep deprivation

[whump-queen]

My brain fucking melts for a whumpee struggling to make eye contact—

When they avert their eyes in shame, when their cheeks grow hot and they can’t look whumper in the eye—When Whumper grips their jaw and forces them to look up, relishing in how unsettled they look from even a second of eye contact. 

“Does this put you on edge?” 

Whumper keeps a tight grip on their jaw, tilting their head to the side, inspecting their face, smiling the whole time.

“You know your eyes don’t belong up here. It feels unnatural, doesn’t it?”

“I—yes, sir.”  

Whumper smiles at the quiver in their voice, the way their eyes automatically drop when whumper releases their jaw. 

“Where does your gaze belong then, hm?”

There is no hesitation this time.

"..At your feet, sir"

.

(dual brainrot w @unorganisedalienrubbish)

#conditioned whumpee #bad eye contact whumpees my beloved #nervous whumpees my beloved #too fucking well trained whumpees my beloved #broken whumpee #creepy/intimate whumper #honestly pretty much everything I post falls under that tag.. #akia.txt #my prompts #idk what to tag this #whump tropes #whump prompts

[whumpshaped]

Another prompt from yours truly: pretty prince who has had his life served to him on a silver platter. Gets stolen away in the night, wakes up on [dun dun dun] a pirate ship!! The pirates use him for ransom but never actually give him back <3. Mean mean pirate captain who likes making whumpee cry. Whumpee having never had to work for anything before, doing hard labor to try to appease his whumper. ~🐸

tw captivity, knives, forced labour, royal whumpee, multiple whumpers, my usual atrocious attempt at trying to contrast commoner/noble dialects, i swear i try to research it every time, and i just come up empty, just try to imagine it done correctly

“What’re ya cryin’ about?” the first mate asked when they saw the state of Whumpee, barely stifling a laugh. “It’s just a fuckin’ floor, not that big of a deal.”

“My hands hurt greatly,” he said quietly. “I– I think I must have gotten splinters in my fingers, from the wooden floor–”

“Oh! Oh, I didn’t realise, fuck!” They turned towards the wheel, feigning urgency. “Cap’n, hurry! Our prince is injured!”

“Let ‘em die, I’m busy here,” she called back, prompting more laughter from the first mate.

Whumpee flinched away from the sound, quickly grabbing the rag again to continue cleaning. Foolish, so, so foolish. How could he think, even for a moment, that he was actually going to receive some help? Clearly, these barbarians didn’t understand how much pain he was in from the work they were making him do.

“There ya go, what was all the fuss about?” When Whumpee didn’t respond, they crouched down, grabbing him by the hair and yanking his head back. “I said, what was all the fuss about, princeling?” 

“Nothing,” he squeaked. “Please, forgive me, I merely hoped you could help me–”

“I’ll help ya.” They released their hold, grabbing him by the wrist instead. They pulled out their dagger, pressing the edge of it to Whumpee’s skin. “I’ll get those splinters outta yer hand in no time, princeling. Hell, maybe I’ll get rid of the whole thing for ya, then ya won’t have to worry ‘bout it anymore.” They flashed him a wolfish grin, savouring his terrified expression. “No hands, no problems, ain’t that right?”

#asks #angel in training anon #distract me prompts #whump #whump drabble #captivity #forced labour #knives #royal whumpee #multiple whumpers

[withdrawingramen]

ok but train/subway whump? like tied up to a subway seat / pole with blood dripping down the face onto whumpee's clothes and to the floor? like ordinary citizens getting ready to board but when the doors open there's a broken, bruised, bloody figure on the floor barely able to keep themselves conscious? like whumpee's head being smashed into one of the windows as they feel the wind & small pricks of glass on their forehead with whumper's strong grip over their neck holding them in place? like the train moving on and on despite whumpee getting the shit beaten out of them in an empty coach? like civilians emptying seats & having whumpee lay down when they pass out and blood starts seeping from their old, bandaged wounds? yes. i also want everyone to know the way this came to my mind was when i was travelling home by local trains in very heavy rains drenched from head to toe because my umbrella apparently wasnt enough and most people were staring at me and out of awkwardness i looked at a pole and suddenly thought of a very cute yet defiant bloodied whumpee tied to it while many look on i KNOW IM MENTALLY ILL STOP

#whump #whump tropes #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump trope #whump scenes #whump scenario #whump ideas #writing #whumpee #whumper #whump community #whump writing #whumpblr #whump blog #whump drabble #train whump #subway whump #yes #gimme outreach pls

[demondamage]

MediwhumpMay Day 9 - Oxygen

This is a continuation of Day 5! Read the story and comic here

CW for mentions of previous torture, blood, slight platonic intimacy and mind games

He knew Aziphem considered him an enemy.

Initially, Kotarou had struggled with just how much his subjects hated him, that to them he was pure evil. Of course he knew better, that what he was doing would change the world for the better, and would even give them a chance at normal afterlives if they had just cooperated with him. It had worked enough, relieving the guilt of his experiments, but did little to alleviate the shame he felt as Aziphem coughed and heaved the last bit of blood from his lungs.

Pulling off his bloodied gloves, Kotarou grabbed a fresh pair, pulling them over his fingers with the loud snap of latex fitting over flesh.. There was more work to do and he couldn't rest until he was sure whatever this was was passed.

But that sound had a power, instantly freezing Aziphem mid cough. There it was, the deep mix of fear and hatred spilling into those dark eyes. All at the snap of a latex glove. Why did he feel so guilty?

The tests could wait. Besides, this could be an opportunity to win some favor with the demon.

"I that's enough for tonight." Kotarou sighed, pulling off the glove he had just put on. "Are you able to breath alright?"

"I'm fine." It was a instant response, defensive and often used to avoid further prodding. Kotarou knew better than to trust it.

"I am glad to hear that, but I think I want to check myself." He reached for the stethoscope, only to be interrupted by a fit of coughing from Aziphem.

"Doesn't sound so fine."

"It won't kill me. You might"

"Probably not, but I can't imagine it's all that comfortable." The angel ignored the insult and reached forward, touching the demon between his two chest scars. He didn't need any tools to feel the rattle or hear the gurgle in Aziphem's chest as he spoke. "I can get a little oxygen flowing for you, it won't drain the fluids but it will help you breath better."

"No." Aziphem pulled away, smearing blood across the table.

"It is just a little oxygen tube, goes in your nose, not that far, and if you don't like it, you pull it out. How does that sound?"

For a moment, there was a quiet pause as the demon considered, interrupted only by another round of coughing. As the heaving finally subsided, he gave a small nod.

"Good choice." Kotarou smiled, reaching out again to gently wipe away some of the blood dripping down Aziphem's face. This time he didn't pull away, letting the angel touch him with his bare hands.

It was so much easier to wipe the blood from his body and put in the oxygen tube when Aziphem wasn't fighting back. He let him clean his face, an ordeal that was usually considered an invitation to bite at Kotarou's fingers, without any resistance. Of course, he never made eye contact, as if humiliated by this act of care, but at least it was progress.

"See? Not so bad." Kotarou soothed, rubbing the demon's neck gently as he slid the nose cannula up into place. No response, but at least better than the snarl that statement usually brought. "Does it help?"

A small nod, eyes still pointed at the wall behind Kotarou, was the only response.

"Good. See? I do want what's best for you." He smiled, rubbing the demon's arm and feeling the texture change as the skin blackened down to the finger tips. He hadn't noticed there was a texture change through the gloves. "How about I let you get dressed, and walk you back to your cell? Let you rest?"

No response. Kotarou took it as a yes.

He dressed the demon in a simple paper gown, a luxury for the usually nude subject, and helped him off the table. Aziphem normally would have fought the help, but allowed him to move his limbs as needed. With one hand gripping the demons arm and the other holding the oxygen, Kotarou lead him out of the medical cell.

Maybe he was too tired or sick to run, maybe he was finally submitting, but Aziphem simply walked himself to his holding cell, boldly labeled with the number 011, curled himself up on the bed he had been boycotting since his arrival and closed his two black eyes.

Kotarou knew he wouldn't be sleeping, demons never did, but he treated Aziphem to the respect of pretending he believed him. The Yellow eye never stopped tracking him as he sat down on the small chair beside the bed, settling in for a night of close observation.

@mediwhumpmay

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#Hoh boy yall its the one gentle caretaker episode #also kotarou is DEF training aziphem here #gloves on vs gloves off means doctor vs caretaker #gotta love a little mind game #as a treat #whump #whump writing #medical whump #whump art #angel caretaker #demon whumpee #demondamageart

[chaotic-orphan]

Justice Desserts : revenge Whump, my beloved

Before you ask yes this is 100% stemming from my recent obsession with #painandconfusion’s series whomping the Whumper’s and my brain rotted and voila

*~*~*~*~*

Hero couldn’t quite believe their eyes when they found mentor dangling from manacles in the training room of the academy.

Every nerve in their body was set alight by the room. The dungeon. The basement.

Their room, Mentor had told them after their fourth trip down to the basement, escorted by the faceless disciplinarians. Ribs still sore from their last visit to the punishment chamber.

It was only stone now.

Cold and dark, but this time they weren’t the ones in chains. They weren’t the ones who needed to be disciplined.

No.

They schooled their features to an expression of cold indifference, an expression they had mastered in this room as they let the heavy iron door close behind them.

Mentor looked up at the sound, and Hero met their gaze with their impenetrable one.

“Hero?” Mentor asked, voice croaking and dry. Weathered, like the old man was. Their thick strands of white hair fell around their tan shoulders, tied back loosely behind them. A rattle of chains as Hero stepped closer. “My god. It is you. Thank god. Undo these restraints and help me seek justice on those who have imprisoned me.”

Hero said nothing. They just tilted their head to the side, sliding their hands into their pockets to hide the shaking.

“I don’t think I can do that, Mentor.”

Mentor blinked. “Of course you can. I believe in you, come now let’s not—“

“Let me rephrase,” said Hero, cutting Mentor off coldly. Their eyes drinking in the quiet anger that simmered below Mentor’s calm. “I’m not letting you go.”

Mentor scoffed. Their eyes following Hero as they went to the wall with the assortment of tools. All of Mentor’s favourite things to make their Mentee’s know penance and the cost of disobedience.

“Hero?”

Hero just slid their jacket off their shoulders and rolled their neck, loosening up. The tools were so indifferent. Impersonal.

Not any good.

“Hero?” Mentor asked again, voice a little less sure. Hero smiled to themselves, picking their roll of black hand bandages from their pockets and starting to slowly wrap it around their wrist and hand. The movement was methodical but didn’t require any attention on Hero’s part.

What it did instead, was let Mentor stew in fear as they watched Hero wrap their hands. Taking extra care for the padding on their knuckles.

They wanted Mentor to suffer, doesn’t mean they have to. No… they had suffered enough.

Once they finished tying the second one off they turned to Mentor. Something ghastly and unhinged in their smile they shot to Mentor.

“Hero- hero. You don’t have to do this.”

Hero tilted their head, expression blank save for that horrific smile tugging at their lips. “Do what Mentor? Train? Become stronger? Endure?”

With every word that fell from their lips Mentor seemed to pale and pale further until they were as white as a sheet with fear and Hero was standing in front of them.

“You can scream,” Hero said gently, taking Mentor’s cheek in their hand. An imitation of what Mentor had told them when they were a child. “You can cry. You can beg and plead and whine, but just know in the back of your mind… I’m only doing this to teach you. To make you stronger. To remind you of the challenges a hero must face to be disciplined.”

“Stop this, Hero! Now!” Mentor demanded, but their bottom lip quivered betraying their fear and Hero could fly on the euphoria being on the other side of those manacles was giving them.

“Let us begin, shall we?”

Then Hero threw a right hook to the corner of Mentor’s jaw. Mentor let out a short, quiet grunt at the impact as their head whipped to the side. Then Hero grabbed their chin to right Mentor’s head again. So they were looking into Hero’s bottomless eyes and seeing the monster they made of the child they abused for all those years.

“You see now?” Hero asked, voice gentle.

There was a reason Hero was the number one hero. There was a reason Villain’s ran the other way when they saw them. It wasn’t Hero’s strength, or speed, or intelligence— no it was that look in their endless eyes. A look that promised nothing.

The dangers of staring into the void too long, and there Hero stood, looking back at Mentor with that vile, empty nothing.

“You— you’re not human,” Mentor stammered, bottom lip quivering more. Hero let out a laugh at that, taking a step back.

“Mentor,” Hero said with a slight sigh, shaking their head. “Of course I’m human. You saw me bleed. You heard me plead. Though of course, I was a child then but… come on. One measly punch and you’re already weepy on me? That won’t do…”

“Hero… I’m— I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, I—“

Hero’s smile turned genuine for a moment, and Mentor’s heart pounded against their chest.

“I don’t want your apologies, Mentor,” said Hero, voice kind. “I want you dead, at my feet, after years upon tears of suffering from your training I hope to educate you on. You will be breathing, and alive in some aspect of the word but you— your repentance is never something I wanted from you. You old fool.”

Hero let out a small laugh at the mere thought of Mentor apologising, then that look settled dark over their face, over their smile like a shadow. As if the devil himself had taken hold of Hero’s body.

Hero stepped in close again and drew their fist back, something like righteousness shining in their gaze. “Now let’s give you something to cry about, hmm?”

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[cepheusgalaxy]

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#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump fan #intro post #if you don't know the box boy universe (bbu) is a common setting in pet whump works #it consists basically in a very fucked up society with institutionalized slavery where some humans are treated like pets #and this slavery is often regulated by an organization called WRU #every whumpblr may have a slightly different take on this setting but that's what it basically is #also the pets (also called 'box boys' or 'boxies' - that's where the name cames from) are often divided into categories #romantics: 'intimate' servants #domestics: house servants #guard dogs: bodyguards #platonics: something like a boxie who's duty is to make company to you #many of the bbu whump pieces also take place in an 'WRU facility' where the whumpees are trained #so be aware #bbu #box boy universe #if you don't know #there is also a thing called 'nsfwhump' #you may want to block that #or maybe not #you may like it too 🤷🏾‍♂️ #long post #fairly