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I love love love mind control Whumpers using their powers to mess with Whumpee’s head and make them see things that aren’t real

Like making them think they’re home safe and then stripping that away from them

Or bringing up trauma from their past

And when they get rescued they don’t believe it’s real and keep expecting to be dragged back into reality…..good shit

#whump #whump blog #whump community #whump writing #whump scenario #tw mind control #tw unreality #i think? just to be safe

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No for real Whumpee’s just off to the side bleeding trying not to roll their eyes at the Whumpers 😂

What’s the real torture, the pain or the swooning

GIVE ME MORE WHUMPER COUPLES

I don’t see them nearly enough like it’s such a good trope

Both take turns tormenting Whumpee and they compliment each other on how well they did and use pet names and shit and it’s this huge whiplash from how they were just beating someone up

Luv it

#rbed on wrong blog before oops

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Hi! Can I request about Whumpee being forced to undress Whumper?

I might answer this one on @nsfwhump-mania if that’s okay, it’s a little too nsfw for this blog!

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Decided to write what happens behind the scenes between Hunter and Vincent in this Dark Leader drabble. This one’s sort of intense!

TWs for mentioned noncon (not explicit), eye whump/light gore, torture, beating, drugging, stripping/non-sexual almost nudity, vomiting, cursing)

Hunter had Vincent bound to a chair. The man was very, very difficult to take down at first. He needed several doses of a sedative plunged into him to make him fully pliant. It was annoying, sure, but now, Hunter had him right where he wanted him.

“You’re a…motherfucker…” Vincent slurred, still feeling the effects of the sedative. His limbs were jelly and he could barely keep his eyes open. Still, it wouldn’t stop him from showing his disdain for the man.

Hunter snorted. “Okay, buddy.” He walked around to the front of the chair after securing the barbed wire he used to tie Vincent there, removing the protective gloves he had on. “Now, I want you nice and bruised for when little Quinn gets here…where to start…” Hunter scanned up and down the man’s body.

“I think we should start by giving me a little more skin to work with.” Hunter took the scissors he’d used for the wire out of his back pocket. Vincent tried to struggle at the sight of them, but he could barely move.

When his clothes had been cut away, leaving him in his boxers, Vincent didn’t show any shame. He knew what Hunter was trying to do. He wasn’t strong enough to hurt him at Vincent’s best. He was trying to break down his mind. Humiliate him.

“Not…gonna work,” Vincent mumbled, fighting to stay awake. “…’m not afraid of you.” His long hair fell in front of his face.

“I don’t see why not. Look at your situation here, Vince.” Hunter gestured to him. “Which one of us has the power here? The guy drugged out of his mind in his fucking underwear? Didn’t think so.”

Somehow, Vincent managed to laugh. “You’ll…you’ll never be Daniel,” he said, smiling weakly at Hunter. “Fuckin…knockoff.”

Hunter stopped smiling. He leaned over Vincent and placed a hand on the chair, lifting one of his knees and resting it in the space between Vincent’s legs.

“I live in Quinn’s nightmares. You know how I know that? I tied them to my bed one night and watched their night terrors for hours. I counted twelve times that they said my name.”

Hunter leaned in closer. “Did you know that Daniel never even thought about fucking Quinn until I did it myself?” He gripped Vincent’s hair and leaned in so that their foreheads were touching.

“I am the fucking catalyst. I’ll never be Daniel, huh? Well he’ll never be me.”

With strength that Vincent wasn’t expecting, Hunter threw the chair down. Vincent cried out when his head hit the floor and the barbed wire cut into his bare skin. He felt blood in his mouth, but he barely had time to figure out where it was coming from when a kick landed on his mouth. Hunter kicked him over and over, his position allowing him no protection from the assault.

Vincent vaguely felt himself and the chair being pulled back up into its regular position before being dragged to a corner of the room. It had a dirty mirror there, and Vincent was confused as to why Hunter had moved them there.

Hunter leaned over the back of the chair and ran his fingers through Vincent’s hair, pulling at it or scratching his scalp when he had the chance. “Why do you keep it down to your shoulders like this anyway?” He asked with feigned interest. When Vincent didn’t answer, he took the scissors out of his pocket and held the sharp end at Vincent’s throat.

“None ‘f you’re…fucking business,” Vincent said through gritted teeth.

Hunter hummed and moved the scissors up to Vincent’s hair. He opened the blades and held a fistful of it, making sure Vincent could see what was happening in the mirror.

Vincent’s eyes widened a little bit. “W-Wait—”

Hunter smirked evilly and chopped a large chunk of hair from Vincent’s head. He let it drop in the man’s lap and moved onto another fistful. He cut with no care, gleefully making a mess of Vincent’s head.

Vincent tried struggling at first, but the movement just made his skin rip and the forced haircut worse. He sobbed quietly as he let Hunter cut away at his hair, the hair that he’d promised himself to keep long in honor of his mother.

When Vincent’s hair was an uneven mess, Hunter pocketed the scissors again. “What was that again? You’re not scared of me?” He forced Vincent’s head up to look at himself. “Just now realizing how ugly you are, aren’t you?”

Hunter laughed and left the chair for a moment. Vincent stared back at himself. He was barely recognizable. He hated how he looked.

Vincent flinched when he heard Hunter loudly shuffling around. He narrowed his eyes. No. He hated him.

He timed it out. He was able to watch when Hunter walked back to him with the help of the mirror. When Hunter was close enough, Vincent used all the force he could to push himself backward and knock Hunter to the floor with himself and the chair on top of him.

Hunter screamed when the barbed wire scratched his arms and face. He tried to use his legs to kick the chair off, but Vincent kept all of his weight on him.

Biting the inside of his cheek and squeezing his eyes shut, Hunter let the wire cut his arm and ripped himself from under the chair. He panted and kicked Vincent in the throat where he lied on the floor, still bound. Vincent spat some blood out, but he was proud of how much he’d made Hunter bleed.

He didn’t know that pride would be short-lived.

Hunter returned with a bottle of pills. Unmarked, Vincent noticed. That made him nervous. He tried to bite at Hunter’s fingers when four pills were shoved into his mouth, but he was too quick. Hunter pinched Vincent’s nose shut and massaged down his throat to make him swallow the strange pills. A shot of panic surged through him when he swallowed them. What was going to happen to him?

“Seems like two doses wasn’t enough for you. Go back to sleep, bitch.” Hunter knocked Vincent out cold.

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When Vincent woke up, all he knew was pain. He immediately started screaming at whatever was hurting him so horribly. It seemed all localized somewhere near his head, but it was so intense that he couldn’t place it.

Hunter watched him squirm on the ground where he’d left him. He didn’t bother with restraints yet. He knew Vincent would be in far too much pain to even think about fighting back. He knelt down next to him and covered his mouth, muffling the man’s screaming.

“You’ll learn not to underestimate me again,” Hunter said darkly. Vincent noticed that he was wearing surgical gloves. They were bloody. What the hell did that mean?

“I was thinking that when Quinn comes by, I can give them a little piece of you,” Hunter continued. He walked to a nearby table and held up a small, clear bag in front of Vincent’s face.

When Vincent saw what was inside, he started shaking. He brought a trembling hand up to his right eye, only to find a thick, blood-soaked bandage there.

He had only just realized that he could only see out of his left.

Hunter sighed when the other man expelled his stomach on the floor next to him from the shock of what had happened. He put the bag back in the icebox he had on the table and removed his bloody gloves. When Vincent had emptied his stomach, Hunter dragged him by his now short hair to another corner of the room. He straddled Vincent and held the man’s wrists over his head, staring down at him. He smiled.

“I had fun. I hope Quinn says something stupid and I get to keep both of you,” he said gleefully. “And imagine how much fun Danny will have with you. He’s becoming a real sadist, thanks to me.”

Vincent sobbed and shut his eyes at the sound of Hunter’s devious laughter.

#whump #whump blog #whump community #whump writing #whump scenario #tw blood #creepy whumper #tw torture #tw drugging #tw implied noncon #tw vomiting #tw gore #tw light gore #tw eye whump #tw eye gore #tw nudity #tw beating #tw cursing #tw hair cutting

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Hey if you’re still taking requests, can you write Team finding Leader Whumpee who is absolutely broken and terrified while Whumper just generally acts creepy towards said Leader Whumpee?

(Decided to do this with my Dark Leader characters! This may or may not be canon…we’ll see!)

(TW for creepiness, LIGHTLY implied noncon but NOT explicit, I’ll keep it under the cut in case, guns, kidnapping, eye whump, blood)

“He’s not in the basement!” Felix called out, running up to meet the rest of the team.

“Well find him! Look harder!” Quinn shouted, barging through every door they could.

Vincent was missing. The person who’d taken him had left a note, leading them to the coordinates of the abandoned house they were searching through. It was an obvious trap, but they didn’t care. Vincent needed to be saved, and they could fight off whatever rag-tag team decided to mess with them.

Kari and Damien were breaking down a door that was locked while Ian tried to pick other locked doors. Quinn used all their energy to shove through closets and cabinets to find their leader.

“Hey! There’s an attic!” Felix shouted, and the group ran over immediately. Felix was right—there was an attic, and it was cracked slightly open.

Quinn pushed through the others and tried climbing it, but Damien held them back. “Behind us,” he warned. “I know you wanna get up there for him, but you’re still pretty new…He’d wanna protect you.”

Quinn huffed and let the rest of them go up first. They were upset, but Damien was right. They were faster than they were strong. They needed to play to their strengths.

The team made it up into the attic and Kari shined a flashlight to look around. Almost immediately, they heard a muffled cry. Quinn jumped up and dashed toward the noise. “Vincent?! Is that you?”

Finally, the flashlight landed on what they were looking for. It was Vincent—and he was in horrible shape. His face was littered with bruises and cuts, and since he’d been stripped down to shorts, many other bruises and injuries could be seen on his body. He was gagged and blindfolded, tied cruelly with barbed wire by his wrists and ankles. Whoever did this to him had also cut his hair. His then thick, shoulder-length hair was now short and messy above his ears. Something that had mattered so much to him was gone and ruined.

“Oh my god—Vincent!” Quinn fell to their knees and tried untying him, but the barbed wire made it difficult.

“Come on, help me!” They cried over their shoulder, but gasped when they realized why it was so silent. The light flicked on in the attic. Each one of their teammates had been apprehended by a guard, a gun to their head and a hand over their mouth. What sort of team had the bodies and resources for this?

“Hi, Quinn.”

Quinn immediately tensed. That voice. They never thought they’d ever hear it again. They turned their head to see one of the subjects of their nightmares. Arguably, the worse of the two.

Hunter.

“Did you miss me, babe?” Hunter chuckled and crouched down to Quinn’s level. When he reached to grip what was left of Vincent’s hair, Quinn shot their hand out to stop him, but Hunter quickly countered with a small hand gun to Vincent’s head.

“Careful.” Hunter grinned at how Quinn immediately backed off. He continued his motion and pulled Vincent up by his hair, causing the man to groan miserably.

Hunter pulled Vincent so his back was held against his chest. In one hand, he lazily pet Vincent’s ruined hair. In the other, he held the gun with a deceiving grip.

“L-Let him go,” Quinn said shakily, their fear betraying them. They couldn’t look Hunter in the eyes, still. Weren’t they over this? Why were they such a coward?

“God, listen to yourself. ‘Let him go!’ Fucking adorable,” Hunter mimicked, laughing and letting out a long sigh. “Haha…no, I’m not gonna do that, Quinn.” He moved his hand to caress Vincent’s face, loving how the other man flinched.

“Stop it,” Quinn choked. They didn’t want to see the looks on their teammates faces. This was happening because of them.

Hunter was only fueled by Quinn’s words. He held the gun against Vincent’s head and moved his hand even lower to graze his throat, squeezing it threateningly for a moment before beginning to move down to his chest.

“Hunter, please!” Quinn finally looked up to meet Hunter’s eyes. They were crying now. “Listen, I…I know you did this because of me, so what’s the deal?! Just get it over with!”

Hunter relished in the eye contact for a moment before relenting and moving his hand back up to the man’s hair. A tear slipped through Vincent’s blindfold.

“You know, Daniel’s birthday is this weekend,” Hunter started casually. “I thought you’d be the perfect gift, but…I knew your captors would never let you go, so…” He pressed the gun harder against Vincent’s head. “I took care of it!”

“They’re not my captors. They’re my team. My family. More than you or Daniel ever were,” Quinn snarled.

“Uh huh.” Hunter sighed boredly. “Anyways…I’m gonna give you a couple of choices,” he continued. He addressed the rest of the team as well as he spoke. “Option one: I give Vince here back to you, and in return, you give us Quinn. Plus, neither of us will bother each other again. We won’t be allies, but…we won’t be enemies.

“Option 2, of course, is we take all of you. Dismantle your team from the ground up. Use you all for free labor, or…” Hunter chuckled. “Something along those lines.”

“Take me,” Quinn said immediately, to the loud and muffled protests of their team. “Take me, I-I don’t care, just leave them alone.”

Hunter smiled. “Okay, one vote for Option 1.” He nodded at the guards holding the others. “What does everyone else think?”

“If you take Quinn, you take all of us!” Kari shouted, met with sounds of agreement from the others. Quinn turned around, shaking their head.

“No, please!”

“And what does the big strong leader think?” Hunter untied Vincent’s gag and blindfold. Quinn and the rest of the team gasped when the blindfold fell down. The black fabric had hidden the blood. One of Vincent’s eyes was gone.

“Take…take us all,” Vincent croaked. Quinn screamed in protest.

“And that’s five to one for Option 2!” Hunter exclaimed. “Men, you know what to do.” He smirked deviously and flicked the light off in the attic. Quinn heard four shouts of pain before they were knocked out themselves.

#whump #whump blog #whump community #whump writing #whump scenario #tw blood #creepy whumper #tw kidnapping #intimate whumper #tw implied noncon #tw eye whump #tw guns

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Alright, here's my idea.

A whumper couple "fighting" over their whumpee, both of them wanting to torment them in their own ways (one can be a brute force trauma type whumper and the other can be a more creepy mind games whumper, i like that pairing) and Whumpee cant figure out if they're glad that they're being "saved" from the other or if they're more terrified that they're being fought over since the whumpers are getting increasingly violent and theyre afraid one might kill the other to keep them forever, and if that happens than it'll be a nightmare either way cause both whumpers are awful

(Thanks for the request!

TWs for cursing, fade to black beating/torture, mentioned drugging, creepy whumper (sfw))

“You’re putting too much thought into it. Just beat them,” Whumper 1 complained in an annoyed tone.

Whumper 2 circled Whumpee’s unconscious form like they were prey, thinking of all the ways they could make their life miserable. Many of the ways didn’t even involve touching Whumpee at all.

“You’re never any fun,” Whumper 2 chided. “You’re not considering how satisfying it is to play into fear,” they said cooly.

“We’re not here to play,” Whumper 1 said gruffly. “We’re here to retrieve information.” They pushed past Whumper 2 and kicked Whumpee in the chest, rudely waking them up. Whumpee coughed and groaned at the force of the kick. They were still a bit weak from what they’d been drugged with.

Whumper 1 stepped forward again to continue the assault, but Whumper 2 stopped them. “No no—let them wake up all the way. We want them to experience all of this.”

Whumper 1 rolled their eyes in frustration and turned around to look for something to hit Whumpee with in the meantime. While they were gone to the other side of the room, Whumper 2 smirked and knelt down next to Whumpee.

“We can make this so bad for you,” they whispered, taking a fistful of Whumpee’s hair and pulling. “You’ll be telling us what we need to know very soon. And after that, you’ll be begging us for death.” Whumper 2 leaned in closer so that their lips brushed Whumpee’s ear. “And we won’t give it to you.”

Suddenly, Whumper 2 was pulled away by the collar of their shirt and up to face Whumper 1, who glared at them dangerously. “That’s enough. You’re wasting time. Use your fists, not your head.”

Whumper 2 looked back at Whumper 1 smugly with no fear. “You don’t want to get in my way, friend.” They pulled a small pocket knife just barely out of their pocket, flashing it. “I can dish it out just as well as you can. I just prefer not to.”

“Is that a threat?” Whumper 1 growled, pulling Whumper 2 closer. The two were in a standoff.

Whumpee, who was just waking up still, managed to push themselves away a little bit. They were honestly relieved that the two were fighting—it took the attention off of them. Meanwhile, they couldn’t imagine being left alone with one of them. They balanced each other out. Whumper 1 could kill them just with their fists if they were alone with them too long, and Whumper 2 would make them wish they were dead with the psychological torment. They didn’t know which they hated most.

Slowly, they scooted themself to the corner to get away from the two as silently as possible. Upon doing this, Whumper 1 turned their head and dropped Whumper 2. “The fuck you think you’re doing?”

Whumpee whimpered and pressed themselves against the wall. They should’ve just stayed where they were.

“Listen…I think we should compromise here,” Whumper 2 said with a grin. “You do what you’re good at, and I’ll do what I’m good at. It’ll be so much for the poor thing. They’ll have to confess what we need eventually.”

Whumper 1 crossed their arms, thinking on it for a moment. “…Fine. But you don’t get to touch them. I want all their bruises to be mine.”

Whumpee shrunk in terror as both tormentors approached them.

#whump #whump blog #whump community #whump writing #whump scenario #creepy whumper #tw torture #tw beating #tw drugging #tw cursing

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Sick about the requests! Can u link your second account? Also i got a prompt idea for whumper couples wanna hear it?

I’d love to hear them!

My second account is 18+ only and contains noncon so beware, it’s @nsfwhump-mania

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GIVE ME MORE WHUMPER COUPLES

I don’t see them nearly enough like it’s such a good trope

Both take turns tormenting Whumpee and they compliment each other on how well they did and use pet names and shit and it’s this huge whiplash from how they were just beating someone up

Luv it

#whump #whump blog #whump community #whump writing #whump scenario #multiple whumpers

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Hey ur blog seems cool! Rly like ur writing and stuff, very sweet! If ur taking any requests can u let me know cause I’ve got an prompt idea for you

Hey! Yes I’m taking requests on both my blogs!

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If you’re still taking requests: an oldie, but a goodie — Defiant Whumpee A is captured, but they take everything in stride, much to the Whumper’s frustration. Then, Whumper drags in Whumpee B (Whumpee A’s friend/family member/lover/etc) and suddenly, Whumpee A is singing a different tune…

(A whump classic!)

(TWs for blood, brief hand whump, cursing)

“Stop fucking moving!”

Whumper was fed up now. At first, the chase and the fight were enjoyable. They never liked things to be too easy. But with this one, Whumpee, it was teetering on infuriating.

“Make me!” Whumpee shouted, doing everything in their power to make Whumper’s task of tying their ankles together as difficult as possible.

“I’ll break your legs if I have to!” Whumper growled.

“Then do it! See if I care!” Whumpee bit back. There was nothing in their eyes that told Whumper they were backing down.

Plan B it was.

“I know where Caretaker is,” Whumper snarled, “and I’ll have them beaten and tortured in front of you if you don’t comply.”

Whumpee actually laughed.

“Bullshit! You don’t know where anyone is. You’re bluffing!” Whumpee punctuated their statement with a satisfying kick to Whumper’s nose. They beamed in satisfaction as Whumper grunted and held their now bleeding nose, sending a punishing glare Whumpee’s way. Finally, after sitting on their legs and knocking Whumpee’s head on the ground a few times, they got their ankles tied. They stood up and wiped blood from their nose.

“Fucking watch me.”

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Until the next day, Whumpee fully believed that Whumper was lying about Caretaker. They barely knew anything about them. They couldn’t get to them, there was no way.

That was until Whumper dropped Caretaker, bound and bleeding and crying, at Whumpee’s feet.

Whumpee froze in shock for a moment before pulling at their restraints. “NO! LET THEM GO!” They screamed, terrified for Caretaker.

Whumper just walked up to Caretaker and stomped on their hand, causing Caretaker to scream through the gag they’d put on them.

“You just broke a rule,” Whumper said calmly. They knelt down and lifted Caretaker’s bloody face by the hair. “Anytime you lash out at me, disobey me, or disrespect me, I’ll make them pay for it.” Whumper dropped Caretaker’s head and stood over Whumpee.

“So what’s it going to be?”

Whumpee sobbed quietly. They couldn’t let them hurt Caretaker too. It couldn’t happen. Reluctantly, they moved into a kneeling position, just as Whumper had requested the day before.

Whumper grinned. “There you go.”

#whump #whump blog #whump community #whump writing #whump scenario #tw blood #tw kidnapping #tw cursing #tw hand whump #defiant whumpee

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(Loosely inspired by THAT scene in 1984)

(tw: forced love/relationship (nothing explicit), electrocution torture, brainwashing, cursing)

Whumpee gripped the sides of the chair that their arms and legs were bound to. They stared blankly forward, ignoring Whumper’s fingers combing through their hair.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions, Whumpee,” Whumper said softly. “You know well what happens if you answer incorrectly.”

Whumpee sat still and waited. They hated Whumper more than anything. They wouldn’t show their fear.

“Do you love me?”

Whumper took a slow breath, closing their eyes. They braced for pain. “No.”

It came immediately. The electricity coursed through their body, making them tense and writhe as much as the chair allowed them. The pain stopped as quickly as it started, and Whumpee slumped in their restraints, whimpering.

“Incorrect. Let me ask again.” Whumper’s tone was dangerous. “Do you love me?”

“No.”

Pain. Searing hot pain, and for longer this time.

“Do you love me?”

“No!”

Again.

“Do you love me?”

“FUCK YOU!”

Again, and worse.

Eventually, around the tenth go, Whumpee couldn’t answer anymore. Whumper took a break and lifted their heavy head in their hand by the jaw.

“So stubborn. I thought I’d taught you better.” Whumper dropped Whumpee’s head. “You’ll learn.”

“Please,” Whumpee pleaded weakly. “Please, make it stop…” they whimpered. It was too much. They couldn’t put up the act anymore.

Whumper chuckled and kissed Whumpee on the cheek. “I will, baby…when you answer me the way you need to.”

Whumper walked behind them again. “Whumpee. Do you love me?”

“Y-Yes,” Whumpee choked out. Anything for it to be over. Anything for this all to—

Pain.

Whumpee wailed and twitched when it was over. They hadn’t been ready that time.

“I—I said yes!”

“But you’re still lying, love,” Whumper said darkly. “You don’t even believe the words you’re saying.”

“But I do!” Whumpee yelled desperately, the panic clear in their eyes. “I love you, I—”

Pain, screaming, nothing.

“Liar.”

Pain, screaming, nothing.

“You love me.”

Again.

“You are obsessed with me.”

Again.

“You are so deeply in love with me that no one else matters to you.”

Whumpee couldn’t scream anymore. Their brain couldn’t catch up with the pain. Whumper walked back around and lifted Whumpee’s head again. Whumpee was unconscious.

Whumper sighed deeply and undid the restraints to the chair. “We’ll try again tomorrow,” they said as they carried Whumpee off to bed.

#whump #whump blog #whump community #whump writing #whump scenario #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #tw cursing #tw torture #tw electrocution #1984 #tw brainwashing

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“Let’s see…I’ll start by tying you down, right over there on that table. I think I’ll begin with the scalpel, then move on to the taser.”

“S-Stop it—”

“Then I’ll clean the wounds with alcohol—that’ll hurt, by the way—and I’ll continue with…I’ll go with waterboarding.”

“Let me go.”

“Once you’re worn out from that, I’ll put you into a stress position. Not sure which one yet, but if you fall asleep, I’ll be sure to cattle-prod you awake. Yes, that sounds like a good plan. Let’s get started!”

#whump #whump blog #whump community #whump writing #blurb #tw torture #tw waterboarding #tw cutting #tw electrocution

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If your taking requests: Whumper who acts like a parental figure toward Whumpee even though they are far from that in Whumpee’s eyes

(Tw: light stalking and general creepiness (nonsexual))

It was the fourth time Whumpee’s cellphone started ringing. Hastily, they hung up the call again and continued watching the movie with their significant other, saying nothing about it.

“Okay, Whumpee, this is getting out of hand,” Caretaker finally said, pausing the movie with the remote. “That’s the fourth time this person has called you. I believed you when you said it was a butt dial the first time, but you can’t use that excuse anymore. What’s going on?”

Whumpee looked anywhere but Caretaker’s eyes. “Nothing. They’re just being overprotective…I-I don’t know.”

“Whumpee. Your manager at work shouldn’t be interfering with your private life, let alone outside work hours. Are they even calling you about work?” Caretaker questioned. Whumpee said nothing.

Caretaker sighed. “I’m worried, Whumpee. You have to tell me what’s—”

Right on cue, the phone started ringing again. Whumpee cringed. “Just…I’m gonna answer it.”

“No.”

“Yes,” Whumpee stressed, standing up. “I’ll be right back. I’m sure it’s nothing.” They walked into the bathroom and shut the door, out of Caretaker’s earshot.

“…Hello?”

“Eleven minutes.”

“W…What?”

“You waited eleven minutes to tell me you got home safe last night,” Whumper’s stern voice came through the phone. “I saw you get home on the GPS app, and you waited eleven minutes to tell me you were home.”

Whumpee couldn’t believe this was what the five phone calls were about. “Whumper, I’m sorry, but—”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Whumpee. Do you have any idea how worried I was? Or how disrespectful it was to do something like that?”

“I…I won’t do it again.” Whumpee really just needed this call to end.

“You know I’m just looking out for you. You don’t have anyone else in this world. I just want you to appreciate the things I do for you,” Whumper told them sincerely.

“I-I know. I…appreciate it all. I do.” They didn’t. They found it overbearing and creepy, but they were too scared to find out what would happen if they said otherwise.

“Where are you right now?”

“Friend’s house,” Whumpee replied. If Whumper knew Caretaker was dating them, they’d be dead.

“Okay. Text me right when you get home. I miss you,” Whumper said once more before finally hanging up.

Whumpee sighed in relief when it was over. They hated how Whumper tried to parent them, but letting it happen appeased them. So they kept up the delusion.

#whump #whump blog #whump community #whump writing #whump scenario #creepy whumper #tw stalking

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Thanks for all the love! Feel free to send a request if you wanna see one of these in action!

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?”

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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?”

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Whumper takes Whumpee hostage, and threatens their life unless Caretaker gives up an important item. Caretaker, despite Whumpee's begging not to give up the item, gives it up, and tells Whumper to let Whumpee go.

Oops, Whumper lied, and took Caretaker captive too.

-- @whumperofworlds

(Tw implied torture, intimate/creepy Whumper)

Caretaker could have done without the guards standing menacingly by every door, but at least they were here. At last, they could rescue Whumpee, their assistant, and get them the hell away from this creep.

Caretaker was a collector of antique and rare artifacts. They dedicated their life to finding and preserving them. The trajectory of their career changed drastically when they found an extremely rare calligraphy pen that people almost doubted existed: but there it was, in their pocket.

Whumper would call themselves a collector too, but they were more of a thief. They’d cheat and steal in order to get the artifacts they wanted, and that was what was happening now. Whumper wanted the pen. Caretaker wanted Whumpee back. The deal was made.

“I assume you have what I want?” Whumper inquired. Caretaker nodded, trying to ignore how damn close Whumper was keeping Whumpee to them, with their arm gripping their waist against them. Was it really so necessary?

“Give me Whumpee back, and the pen is yours.” Carefully, Caretaker held out the intricate calligraphy instrument for Whumper to see.

“Don’t be so hasty.” Whumper smirked and snapped, sending someone over to examine the pen. “Gotta make sure you ain’t cheating me.”

Caretaker let the examiner do their job, watching Whumpee the whole time. When Caretaker locked eyes with them, they noticed that Whumpee was shaking their head urgently and trying to speak through their gag. Caretaker furrowed their brows in confusion at the outbursts, but Whumper’s hand was covering their mouth and bringing them closer to their own body before Caretaker could notice anything else. Something was up.

“It’s real,” the examiner stated, holding their hand out for the pen. Caretaker hesitated, but they needed Whumpee back and safe. They handed the artifact to the examiner, flinching at the muffled scream that Whumpee let out.

Whumper grinned and took the pen, still holding onto Whumpee with the other arm. Upon inspection, they finally let go of their unrelenting grip on Whumpee. The assistant took the opportunity to dash over to Caretaker, ripping the gag out of their mouth. Caretaker only noticed the limp and the wounds scattered around their face when they ran over.

“Caretaker! Caretaker, go, run, it was a trap!” Whumpee cried. “I tried to tell you!”

Caretaker caught Whumpee when they almost fell. “Woah…h-hey, what are you talking about? We made a…”

Caretaker slowly noticed the guards closing in on the two of them. They looked around in confusion, keeping their arms around Whumpee. Their eyes darted to Whumper, who was watching them both smugly. Caretaker’s eyes widened in realization.

“Making a deal with the most notorious cheater in town? Was that very smart?” Whumper cackled, twirling the priceless artifact in their hand. “Come on. You almost made it too easy.”

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