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aftercare prompts???

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"𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩…" 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

have fun with these | tag me if you use any | if yall want more prompts like this, jus drop an ask nd ill respond as soon as possible :)

"Let me help you clean up."

"Do you feel alright? Do you need me to get you anything?"

"Is there anything you want?"

“Tell me what hurts.”

“Should I get you some water, painkillers or something?”

“Don’t push yourself any harder.”

“You did perfectly—you can rest now, okay?”

“Let’s rest for now. We can worry about everything else later, okay?”

"Don't worry, I've got you."

"Let me take care of you."

"Do you need help walking?"

"I'm sorry if I got carried away."

"Can you stand?"

"I'll get you something for the pain, alright?"

"I can get a bath ready for you if you want."

"You can take a nap. I'll take care of everything else."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll take care of you, I promise."

"I'm here if you need anything."

"I got you something for the pain."

"Do you want me to hold you?"

"Shh, shh. There's no need to cry-I'm right here."

"Tell me what you need."

"I'll make you something to eat-your favorite."

"Can we just cuddle for a while?"

"Do you want a massage?"

"I'll make you your favorite tea."

"How about we order takeout?"

"I'll get you a pillow and a warm blanket, okay?"

"I'm so proud of you, you did amazing."

"You can calm down, I'm not going anywhere."

"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"

"Relax. Let me take care of you."

"We can stay like this if you want."

"Let's get you tucked in."

Random Whump Dialogue Prompts

Content: Begging, Possessive whumper, [implied] non-con, [implied] pet whump, [implied] slavery.

"When they're yelling at you, you're okay. It's when they go quiet that you should be scared."

"I think you need a little something to remind you of who you belong to."

"Can you two manage not to tear each other apart while I'm gone?"

"--but why should I let you go when you look so pretty like this?"

"Make yourself useful. Do something- anything, but annoy me."

"Keep crying; your face looks beautiful streaked with tears."

"How else am I supposed to learn if you don't punish me?"

"I don't care how much you hate me - you need to eat!"

"We don't go near that one unless we have to feed it."

"How many times do I have to explain this to you?"

"I don't care about how gross it makes you feel."

"It's just a knife - why do you look so scared?"

"As long as you're good, Master will be kind."

"That is a privilege you have not earned yet."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Freak."

"Do you wanna lose the other one, too?"

"What do you mean, they cursed you?"

"What is this 'mercy' you speak of?"

"You're a feisty one, aren't you?"

"Please, just make this quick."

"If I have to force you, I will."

"Please don't give me away!"

"I won't say it again."

"This is your home."

"Are you new here?"

"You wouldn't."

Whump Prompts: Muzzles

Content: Vampire whumpee, burns, muzzles, conditioning, recovery, starvation.

Whumper forcing Caretaker to muzzle Whumpee for them.

Whumpee doesn't want to take the muzzle off because they're conditioned to believe that they're dangerous.

Whumpee always having a muzzle on them because they'll bite chunks of skin off otherwise.

A vampire whumpee having to wear a muzzle for everyone's safety because they're so hungry that they can't control themselves.

The muzzle on Whumpee's face being so small that they can't physically open their mouths or breathe properly.

Whumpee secretly keeping the muzzle Whumper always used on them after their escape to feel some sort of normalcy in their new life.

Whumpee's muzzle also having a bit attached to it that sits in Whumpee's mouth when they've got it on.

Trying to pry the muzzle off the second Whumper isn't looking.

Caretaker having to throw the muzzle away within Whumpee's eyesight just so they know it's gone forever.

The heavy breathing Whumpee does through their nose because they can't open their mouth.

Whumper poking their finger through one of the holes in Whumpee's muzzles to tease them or yank them around.

One of Whumper's workers trying to feed Whumpee through the muzzle because they feel bad for them.

A vampire whumpee with a muzzle made of silver strapped to their face.

Whumpee who's conditioned to hate leaving the house because it means they've got to put on a muzzle.

Whump Prompts: Strangulation/Asphyxiation

Taken from this post of mine:)

Content: Asphyxiation, collars, burns, heat whump, [implied] pet whump, choking, dehydration, immortal whumpee, begging, gags.

Whumper tightening Whumpee's collar by one hole each time they misbehave. Really, it's up to Whumpee as to whether they want to be able to breathe or not within the next few hours.

Whumpee stucks their tongue out after a certain amount of time without air, and Whumper thinks it's the cutest thing ever. Cue them randomly reaching out to choke them and just waiting to see Whumpee start to drool and for their tongue to stick out.

Whumpee's raspy breaths in as the force around their neck slowly tightens.

Shoving their face near a pot of boiling water and threatening to drown them in it.

Whumper trying to "squeeze the tears out of them". AKA Whumpee cries when they're choked.

Whumpee mouthing the word "please" over and over again and Whumper choosing to take it as "squeeze harder".

That huge gasp of air and the way their body writhes when they're finally able to breathe again.

A reverse gag being shoved down their throat until they learn to be respectful.

The little choked whimpers that Whumpee lets out as their airflow is cut off.

Forcing so much water down a dehydrated whumpee's throat that it chokes them.

An immortal whumpee who can't pass out from suffocation, blood loss, etc. being forced to live in a constant state of asphyxiation that would kill a mere mortal in minutes.

Whump Prompts: Water Torture

Content: Suffocation, waterboarding, drowning, creepy/intimate whumper, tiny whumpee, dehydration, forced to hurt, impossible choice.

Waterboard them. Put a cloth over their face and tip a heap of water onto them before watching as they flail and choke.

A creepy/intimate whumper bathing with their whumpee or sitting on a stool beside the tub and just dunking their entire head underwater without giving them enough time to suck in a deep breath. Make sure they're terrified of bathing by the time they're done:)

A dehydrated whumpee asks for water? tie them down, put a o-ring gag into their mouth and start tipping water into their mouth without giving them enough space to drink it all. Watch as they inevitably choke and scramble for air, trying to turn away from the stream of water but being completely stuck until you decide to show them mercy.

String them up like a piece of meat and dunk them inside a pool or a tank.

Tie them up and toss their entire body into the pool. Just watch as their writhing body floats to the bottom, not realising that they're attached to a rope and can be pulled out at any time.

Making them swim laps around a pool with no way to get out and the floor being just deep enough that they can't reach it without their head falling under. Forcing them to constantly work to keep themselves above water.

Putting a tiny whumpee inside a jar filled with water and screwing the lid on so there's no escape.

If they can keep their head below water for a certain amount of time, they can receive a day without any torture. If they fail, Whumper gets to have hours upon hours of fun with no stop. Their deal involving breaks so Whumpee doesn't die is revoked in this instance. Does Whumper make it achievable for Whumpee? Do they just wanna see how far Whumpee's body can be pushed?

Tying TWO whumpees together with a rope around their waists and tossing them into a pool.

Giving whumpee the choice between waterboarding someone else or getting waterboarded themselves. Bonus points if it's a loved one.

Dunking their head in water and then causing so much pain that they can't help but scream, effectively running out of air almost immediately in the process.

Tips about how to write a character living with trauma

Sometimes you forget what you’ve been through isn’t normal, so you slip up about a traumatic thing that happened and only realize it’s weird when people look at you, disgusted

You always have nightmares. Even if it’s not about the traumatic thing (more about PTSD nightmares here)

Everyone breaks differently and trauma changes you entirely. You may become unrecognizable once people break through your facade

You’re still you, tho, but you’ve just changed so much

You ask yourself constantly if it really happened. If it really was that bad. You only have memories of memories, the more time passes, the less you remember the moment it actually happened

Leaving the house becomes a daily challenge. It’s hard and scary, and who knows what’s waiting for you out there

You may become paranoid. There’s cameras in your room, there’s people in your house, there’s people waiting for you to go out so they can kidnap you, etc

Everyone seems different to you

Every little joke, every little comment people pass on something related to your trauma feels like a bullet in your stomach

Triggers are weird. Coffee tables can become a trigger. Blue eyes. White jacket. Such small meaningless things can send you spiraling down a panic attack and wishing for death

People rarely try to understand. People don’t ask questions. They just wait for you to get over it. But you don’t

Everyone becomes impatient with you. Even professionals. Your therapist might fire you, your friends might call you annoying for flinching, etc

There’s always people that will mock your triggers and trigger you on purpose. Always

Being free is extremely weird when you’re not used to it. You don’t know what to do with yourself

There’s a lot of chances you will develop a personality disorder when going through intense trauma

A lot of people will pressure you to forgive. It only makes things worse

PTSD never goes away. You can work on it, conquer some of your triggers, but it still stays. It doesn’t magically go away once you get cared for

You never believe anyone that says that they’re in love with you. It’s definitely a joke, a cruel cruel joke

You don’t trust anyone. You second guess each of their words

People that are overly happy are suspicious

You’re always tense, though you may not realize it anymore

You’re terrified of relaxing or just not being constantly anxious. What if something bad happens once my guard is down?

Every social interaction is terrifying. You don’t know how to read people, you don’t understand hidden meanings, you don’t dare to assume anything anymore

You might become materialistic. Clinging to every object you find. You can’t let go of anything

You’re terrified of appearing weak

You might develop a superiority complex or even a god complex as a way to cope with having felt inferior for so long

You will be blamed for your trauma. You will be asked why you talk about it so much, why didn’t you do anything to save yourself, why you didn’t fight back, etc

Some people like to make you flinch. It makes them feel stronger than you

You will trigger yourself on purpose to get used to it (reading things with your triggers, watching movies/videos, etc)

You will make your pain worse to get used to it (hitting yourself on bruises you already had, pinching a cut to make more blood flow, etc)

You don’t care if you live or die anymore

You can’t cry, but you always feel like crying. Tears just never come out

You might punish yourself without even realizing it (forcing yourself to take cold showers, burning yourself, etc)

You don’t realize you’re being self destructive and when people mention it you get mad because it’s just how you are now and they should just leave you be

Flashbacks can happen really randomly. You can just be vibing and the boom you remember something horrible that happened

I wrote as much as I could remember at the time, if you have anything else don’t be shy to add it! I you have corrections or other perspectives please share them! Those are all from personal experience so of course they’re biaised, but I made them as neutral as possible!

Writing about collars

As someone who wears a lot of collars and chokers, I thought I’d share what it’s really like for all you whump writers out there!

If you’ve been wearing a collar non-stop for multiple hours, your neck will get sweaty and itchy

Even if the collar isn’t actually tight, it might feel like it and create a constant sense of discomfort

Looking down with a collar will make it harder to breathe

If the collar is tight enough, you will constantly feel your heartbeat in your neck and it’s very annoying and disturbing

Taking deep breaths with a tight collar puts pressure on your throat and it’s very uncomfortable

Metal collars will be cold at first but quickly warm up against your skin

If your hands are free, you will likely put a finger between your collar and neck to get more breathing space

You often have to move your head around to find the most comfortable position where you don’t feel your collar pressing on your throat too much

Don’t be shy to add more!

Little whump things from personal experience to make your story more realistic

CONTENT WARNING: mentions of being sick/vomiting, mentions of abuse, mentions of blood/bleeding, mentions of malnourishment, mentions of anxiety, mentions of tooth getting ripped out, mentions of trauma, mentions of nightmares

Kneeling with your legs open hurts more than kneeling with your legs closed

Your neck gets sweaty when you wear a choker/collar and it makes it super uncomfortable

You loose hair when you’re malnourished and black out when you get up too quickly

When you’re anxious/scared, you feel your internal organs shake and it’s weird and freaky and uncomfortable

Not being able to cry anymore does not mean you don’t ever feel like crying or the pain that comes with crying. There’s just no tears that come out and no relief after

Crying is really tiring

Walking when your legs are numb feels weird and surreal. It’s really hard to stay up

Your body gets cold when you loose blood, even if it’s not a lot

If you loose blood in your wrists, you will struggle with moving your fingers normally after, even if it wasn’t a big blood loss

Boredom is agonizing

If you feel sick, it will take a while before you vomit. You will feel your blood concentrate on your stomach, so you loose blood in your legs and arms and you’re lightheaded and trembling

If you take anti-vomiting medicine when you already feel sick, you will have the feeling of being just about to vomit for hours. It’s agonizing, you can’t stop trembling, you’re cold and you can’t walk. You’re also exhausted.

If you don’t drink enough water and hold in your pee for too long, you get an infection and can pee blood. It’s terrible and hurts so much and you have to go to the hospital. It feels like you have a blade in your urethra and you fear peeing all the time

You get angry at everything when you’re hungry. You’re easily irritated and the smallest thing can make you mad

Getting your tooth crushed and ripped out is one of the worst pains you can experience

Everyone becomes desperate for touch/attention/praise at some point

If you’re traumatized, you have big memory loss and won’t remember much from before and even during

Everyone needs to get their frustrations/emotions out in some way, it can be singing, yelling, hurting yourself, hurting others, etc

Swallowing something you don’t like is physically hard and painful

Not stretching everyday even when you want to is painful and makes you feel out of place in your own body

Not being able to breathe through you nose is horrible

If you have anxiety, fighting back can be impossible, even if it’s a life or death situation

At some point of exhaustion, it can become physically impossible to move, no matter what

PTSD nightmares are a lot different than what you might think. I made a post about it here

If you’re sleeping when you’re cold, you’ll constantly wake up but be unable to move even if the temperature is easily solvable due to exhaustion and being cold

Your hair gets disgusting and greasy when you don’t wash it regularly

If you don’t clean your ears often it will become uncomfortable and you won’t hear as clearly as usual

Feeling of asymmetry can be agonizing for some people

There’s always a point in life when you’re suffering where you don’t care if you live or die anymore

I know I said it already but it’s important; your memory is absolute shit when you have trauma

You still have nightmares, you still flinch, you still panic even multiple years after the traumatic event happened

If you’re not a trained fighter, there’s always a moment of shock and confusion before reaction in stressful events

Everyone has their limits. Everyone. Even the whumper

Some people are beyond redeemable

You don’t have to forgive to heal

You can become physically unable to say your abuser’s name and look them in the eyes

Loud sounds can become terrifying (vacuum cleaners, juice mixers or whatever they’re called, hair dryers, etc)

At some point, you become unable to tell the difference between pain and uncomfort because you’ve grown accustomed to it so you don’t realize you’re actually in pain until it becomes agonizing

You don’t mention your pain to anyone because no one could do anything about it anyways and you don’t want to bother them

Freedom feels weird when you have it for the first time in years

You might wake up in the safety of your house but not recognize where you are and panic for a while before realizing where you are

If you have any questions I’d be glad to answer them! And don’t feel shy to add anything to the list!!

Also, those are all things I’ve been through so they’re from my perspective, but I tried making them as neutral as possible. If you have a different perspective, please share it!

Best ways to humiliate/degrade your whumpee

CONTENT WARNING: torture, nsfw/non-con, branding, non-con body modification, abuse, intense degradation, dehumanization, non-con drugging, amputation, nudity, mocking

Have them wear a diaper (there isn’t any toilets in the dungeon and buckets are overrated)

Have them beg to be hurt/used/tormented

Have them become helpless and unable to care for themselves without Whumper (drugging, amputation, etc)

Tattoo/Brand them with ugly and vile words in places they can’t avoid seeing (hands, face, legs, etc)

Put pictures of them in their most vulnerable moments all around the house

Have them wear revealing clothes or clothes with degrading words on them

Whump them in front of an audience

Spit on them/ Have others spit on them

Force them to degrade themself

Mock them for having basic needs and being unable to function without them (“I can’t believe you’re still hungry”, “see how stupid you look when you need to go to the bathroom?”, etc)

Comment constantly on their body and what’s ‘wrong’ with it

Make them forget how to read and then mock them for it

Force them to dance when you know they can’t

Give them a ridiculous haircut

Use them as a carpet

Make them lick Whumper’s boots

Mock them for being dirty/bloody/stinky when you know they can’t shower whenever they want

Mock them for flinching/saying no/moving away/etc

Force them to make animal sounds instead of talking

Put them on display in front of multiple people

Give them a humiliating name or nicknames/pet names

Force them to say they love Whumper and adore being their pet/slave/toy/etc

Have them say ‘thank you’ every time they’re insulted/hurt/degraded/punished

Sell merchandise with pictures of them in their most vulnerable moments (shirts with them naked and bloody, bags with a big print of their face when they have a spider gag, etc)

Force them to seduce someone and make fun of them for looking stupid

Blindfold them and look at them trying to navigate around the house

Let them think they can escape and then shatter any hope they had left by letting them realize it was a trap

Send videos of them getting tortured/used to their loved ones or just post them online for anyone to see

Force them to sing when you know they can’t

Force them to admit shameful things

Have them crawl in mud

Have them be the only person naked in the room

Have them be the only person dirty in the room

Don’t be shy to add more!!

“𝙜𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬…” 𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

explicit warning: don't read on if you're under 18 or uncomfortable with anything nsfw/smut related

have fun with these ;) | tag me if you use any | if yall want more prompts like this, jus drop an ask

“I’ve never done this before.”

“I’ll go slow.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Tell me what to do.”

“I’ll talk you through it, okay?”

“This is my first time…”

“I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“Be gentle, please…”

“Am I going too fast?”

“Can you show me how?”

“Does this feel good?”

“Should I slow down?”

“I wanted you to be my first…”

“I want to make this perfect for you.”

“Tell me what feels good.”

“Show me how you like it.”

“We can stop whenever you like.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“You’re doing so well…”

“We can keep going, if you want.”

“Relax, I’ve got you.”

“No need to rush—we have all night.”

“Let me help you.”

“There’s no reason to be nervous.”

“Is this okay?”

“Do that again…”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Let’s find out what you like together, alright?”

the weary feverish whumpee aesthetic™

I love it when a whumpee is so weak that they:

are bedridden, much to their discomfort. They long to leave the bed, but cannot because they are too weak, and their legs shake at the thought of taking even a single step.

can't keep their eyes open. Their eyelids flutter but due to tiredness and too much light, they always close again. However, the whumpee has learned to rely on other senses, and is able to recognize the caretaker's voice or touch among a thousand others.

have to always lie down. They try to sit up, perhaps to eat something, but after a few minutes their head starts spinning and their body starts screaming because of the effort. Much to their chagrin, they have to force themselves back down or else they will likely pass out.

are not hungry. Their body can't handle even plain broth, making them queasy and dizzy. So they continue to refuse food, their only source of livelihood, and this obviously worsens their condition.

are too sensitive to touch. Their skin that seems to boil with fever, the bedsheets that rub down their limbs like sandpaper, the hair that sticks to their sweaty forehead, even the simple touch of the caretaker, a touch that is supposed to comfort them. They start to hate all these little things.

Please, feel free to add more.

"𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩…" 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

explicit warning: don't read on if you're uncomfortable with anything nsfw/smut related

have fun with these ;) | tag me if you use any | if yall want more prompts like this, jus drop an ask nd ill respond as soon as possible :)

"I want to hear you beg."

"Arch your back for me."

"You look better with my hands around your neck."

"Swallow it. All of it."

"God, you feel so fucking good."

"Suck on it."

"You're so fucking hot."

"Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you."

"Don't hold back."

“Ah, fuck.”

"That noise...keep making it."

"Wrap your legs around my waist."

"Let's make this quick."

"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me."

"You're mine."

"Such a good little pup, aren't you?"

“Faster—ah shit—harder…”

"I wanna go again."

“I want you. I need you.”

“Huh…uh…keep going.”

“Wait—uh—do…do that again.”

"Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to."

"Don't be gentle with me—I like it when you're rough."

"One more time! Please!"

"Fuck—uh! I love it when you touch me like that."

You're pathetic, and making a mess on my leg. Isn't it humiliating? I know we don't let you touch yourself anymore, but still. The pathetic little slut needs to get off that badly? Put on a show and I'll think about it.

Forcing a tall sub to their knees and making fun of them for how small they are now

Teaching subs to beg is unbelievably hot. The embarrassment, the stuttering, the way they can barely finish a sentence at first. The way their voice gets all soft and desperate. How it starts with them protesting that they can’t until you push them to the point of desperation, until all they can do is whimper please and your name and whatever you tell them to say. How cute and sweet and pliable they are like that.

bro OVERSTIMULATION???

like think about it. really think about it. just cumming and thinking you’re finished but they just keeping going. and it starts with protests and then you’re shaking with pleasure pain. twitching, sniffling, and trying to get away but they won’t let you escape so you resort to begging and pleading. ah stop please im sorry im sorry please just— anything to get away, but then the crying starts and that only encourages them to see how messy you can truly get.

just,,,overstimulation is so hot

“it’s so cute how you reach for my hand while I’m hurting you” asdfghjkl 😭💕✨

You're Lucky I Love You

Happy birthday, @wormwriting! Enjoy!!

(tw: yandere/creepy/intimate whumper, failed escape attempt, gun, stress position, strangulation (hanging), belting)

The paperclip slipped and spun between Whumpee's numb, sweaty fingers. They'd been working too long. Their vision was blurring. Tears had long streamed down their face, dried, then tracked down again as they twisted and poked the paper clip in and out of the padlock, scraping at pins.

They had no idea how much tension to put on the barrel. They had only seen this in cheap spy-movies. They never thought they'd actually get it.

But they had.

They had tinkered with the padlock that kept their ankle chained to the bedpost night after night...until tonight - when it sprang open.

Whumpee had become almost dizzy with exhaustion, no longer caring to think as their fingers raked the small piece of metal against the pins. They'd almost screamed in surprise when it clicked open.

They'd spent several minutes, staring at the glinting metal in the dark before gently brushing their fingertips against it.

It really had opened.

They pulled it off the chain and moved to the window. Where another padlock kept the pane locked against the wooden frame.

Whumpee had taken a deep breath and started again.

They were exhausted. Sweat slicked their hands and forehead. They had to stop several times to wipe their fingertips dry on their shirt. Whatever pins they'd managed to place fell back out of line, and they had to start fresh. Then again, Whumpee had no idea if they'd even put the pins in place at all. They were so out of their depth here.

Their legs trembled and ached as they stood for hours, poking at the lock. They froze as a floorboard creaked under them. Adrenaline shot down their veins, lighting every nerve and shaking them from their sleepy haze.

It was just one creak. Quiet.

It...it would be fine.

Whumpee's muscles twitched from the cold and exhaustion. Their body begged for sleep, but they wouldn't give in. What would they do? Crawl back on the bed and snap the padlock back on? Undoing a full night's work just to try again tomorrow?

Whumpee didn't have a scrap of sanity left, certainly not enough to do this again. So they picked at the lock, occasionally rattling it in frustration, jerking against the metal latch. It had to unlock. It just had to. Even if it took all night. They were leaving tonight. They'd come too far to turn back now.

Whumpee gasped as the unmistakable "click" of a lock bounced through the room. They blinked their eyes into focus, grinning at the padlock.

They'd done it. They'd really done it.

"You know that's a five meter drop, right?"

Whumper's voice was soft, but it permeated every inch the dark room, thickening the air and creeping up their skin.

Whumpee froze, hands perfectly still on the makeshift tools.

"What? Thought you could just jump? Then what? Run on a broken ankle or something?"

Whumpee's fingers slid up to the padlock, trembling. They tugged down.

It didn't move. It was still locked.

Of course they hadn't gotten it. That sound had just been Whumper unlocking their door.

Whumpee stared out the dark window. Tears filled their eyes again as they gazed up at the stars that peppered the sky in clusters of shining light. They let out a shaky exhale, squeezing their eyes shut.

Footsteps crept closer behind them until Whumper's breath brushed against the back of Whumpee's neck. Their skin tingled at its touch.

Whumpee winced as something pressed at the back of their skull.

"You really fucked up this time," Whumper murmured.

The metal pushed against their skull as a metallic 'click' vibrated through the room. Whumpee whined as it pressed them forward, their cheek shoved hard against the icy glass.

Whumpee's panting breaths fogged the window. They watched as the dark outline of trees and stars disappeared behind the creeping mist. They trembled, clutching the cool wood of the windowpane. Terror dripped through their bloodstream, locking up like wet concrete, refusing to let them even twitch, let alone squirm away.

Whumper's voice was so soft, barely brushing against their ear. "I wonder sometimes if you’re really worth the effort."

Whumpee twitched as Whumper's fingers threaded through their hair, softly petting it in soft, slow strokes.

Whumpee's lip quivered, trying to find an excuse. Anything, really.

"W...whumper, I-"

"Shh...Don't talk." Whumper pressed a warm, soft kiss under their ear. They didn't pull away, murmuring against Whumpee's neck. "Just...let me think."

Whumpee's stomach lurched. Their legs twitched, desperate to run, kick, fight, anything. Instead they stood perfectly still. Trembling, but still.

Their mind raced in the silence. Whumper didn't move. They just...held them. Breathing softly. Whumpee was sure they could feel Whumpee's heart beating frantically against their ribcage.

After an eternity of silence, broken only by Whumpee's shaky breaths, Whumper finally sighed.

"I think you're going to have to stay in my room from now on. I know we said you'd work up to it, but...I clearly can't trust you here." They leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Whumpee's jaw before pulling back.

Whumpee didn't move, counting one, two, three, four seconds of silence before the barrel of the gun finally slid up and away from their skull. "You're lucky I love you so much."

They heard it click again. A rustle of fabric as Whumper pocketed it.

A shaky breath squirmed out of Whumpee's lungs. Their shoulders sagged in relief, burning as the tension drained ever so slightly. Whumper gripped their arm, turning them.

Whumpee flinched away as Whumper's hands cupped their face, but they could only retreat so far before the cold window pressed against their shoulder blades.

Whumper's forehead pressed against theirs. Whumpee screwed their eyes shut. They tried to tuck their chin down, but Whumper's fingers guided their jaw back up, locking them in the moment.

Whumper let out a long, shaky breath.

"I'm very mad at you," they murmured, not quite a whisper. "Do you know that?"

Whumpee forced air in and out of their lungs, thick as it was. They almost gagged on it - Whumper's breath becoming their own.

"Y-yes," they whispered.

Fingers tightened on their jaw. "Yes what?"

"S-sir. Y...yes, Sir."

Whumpee's hands trembled, hovering in mid-air between them. Desperate for balance, but too afraid to touch Whumper right now.

"Good pet." Whumper's fingers eased up again, thumbs idly brushing their cheek instead. They pulled back, searching Whumpee's face. Whumper blurred in their vision until Whumpee blinked the tears away.

"Stay here." Whumper pulled back. "I'll be right back."

They stepped away.

In a moment, Whumpee was alone again in their room. The door was wide open. Whumper hadn't even bothered to close it. Weren't they afraid Whumpee would run?

They would run. Of course they would.

Except...they didn't. Their shoulders never left the frozen window. They stared through the darkness at the door. At the light spilling in from the hallway. At the one chance they had to leave.

And they didn't move.

Whumper was back in less than a minute, both hands full: A rope in their right. A belt in their left.

The air left Whumpee's lungs as they stared at the swinging leather.

Whumper flicked on the light. Whumpee blinked hard against the blinding white that filled the room. Their eyes were raw and sore, throbbing already from crying. They scrubbed tears away with their palms, but that only make the ache worse, sending jolts of electric color across their vision.

Whumper tossed the belt unceremoniously onto the bed before turning back to Whumpee. "Come here."

Whumpee froze, staring at the rope in their hands. What were they going to -

"I said come here."

Whumpee bit their lip.

"P-please Whumper. I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"Don't make me say it again." Their fingers tightened around the rope. Their voice was soft, but their knuckles were white.

Whumpee sucked in a breath. They forced themselves to take a trembling step forward. Then another. They looked up.

Whumper raised an eyebrow. Not close enough.

They took one more step - until they were almost flush against Whumper's chest.

They stared at the buttons on Whumper's shirt. Just one, really. A dull, white plastic, swirling with varied translucency.

Whumper tipped their chin up with a finger, pressing harder until Whumpee reluctantly ripped their eyes from the button, forcing them to Whumper's face.

Their expression was...completely unreadable.

"You realize I have to punish you, right?"

Whumpee bit their lip. Hard. They sucked in a shaky breath and nodded slowly.

"Say it."

Whumpee closed their eyes, but Whumper pushed their chin up harder until they flittered open again. "I...d-deserve to be punished."

Whumper sighed, releasing them.

Whumpee did their best not to flinch away as the rope slithered around their neck. Whumper tied a quick, strong knot, then spun it around so it pressed against their spine.

"Get on your knees."

Still trembling, Whumpee obeyed. They couldn't think of anything else to do. The soft carpet ground against their skin. Scars on their legs tingled from when that carpet had burned them before.

"You're really lucky I love you so much," Whumper muttered to themselves as they looped the rope up, around the base of the ceiling fan.

"Sit up a little straighter." Whumpee squealed as the roped puled up at their throat. They clawed at it, working their fingers between the fiber and flesh. They pushed themselves as tall as they could without getting off their knees. It still pressed in at their windpipe. Their pulse hammered against their knuckles as they squirmed against the rope.

Whumper stepped back, glancing over Whumpee's trembling form.

"Comfy?"

Whumpee met their eyes, pleadingly silently. Not daring to put it into words.

"Good."

Whumper stepped over to the bed, picking up the belt. Whumpee's heartbeat throbbed along every inch of their skin, shivering, desperately trying to slow their frantic, erratic breaths. Their thighs were already trembling, trying to hold themselves up.

Whumper stepped up to them, folding the belt in half over their palm. “Ready?”

“Whu-mper. Please-”

Their mouth snapped shut as Whumper raised a hand. The slap rang in their ears as fire bloomed across their cheek. Whumpee sobbed as the rope cut against their throat, forcing them to stay upright, spinning, hanging on it.

“A ‘yes sir’ will do.”

Whumpee gasped, tugging at the rope. Tears smeared against their knuckles as they pried it away from their windpipe again. They shuffled their knees back under them, legs somehow shaking more violently now. They forced themselves up.

They could hardly form the words as their lungs sucked in shallow, punching breaths. “Y-es. Si-sir.”

Whumper stepped behind them.

"Count for me."

Whumpee screamed as the first 'crack' rang through the room.

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(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @paleassprince @jadeocean46910 @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg )

List of symptoms

I hate having whump fantasies that involve some vague fever that doesn’t have consistent symptoms to make it feel real. Here’s a handy list to flesh out the nature of your whumpee’s illness.

Let’s go:

Dizziness/faintness

Congestion

Sneezing

Coughing

Headache

Muscle aches

Joint aches

Cramping

Exhaustion/lethargy

Shivering

Wheezing/trouble breathing

Sore throat (trouble speaking and swallowing)

Sweating (leads to dehydration)

Flushed and/or pale skin

Delirium (delusions, nightmares, lack of filter, inability to regulate emotions, hallucinations, incoherent speech, confusion)

Nausea/vomiting

Abdominal pain (burning, stabbing, soreness)

Chest pain (burning, stabbing, soreness, tightness)

Pain/pressure behind the eyes

Feeling too hot or too cold

Weakness

Blurred vision

Weight loss (loss of appetite)

Rapid heartbeat

Abnormal breathing (rapid, shallow, panting)

Sensory sensitivity (light, sound, touch, smell, taste)

Tell me more……

the weary feverish whumpee aesthetic™

I love it when a whumpee is so weak that they:

are bedridden, much to their discomfort. They long to leave the bed, but cannot because they are too weak, and their legs shake at the thought of taking even a single step.

can't keep their eyes open. Their eyelids flutter but due to tiredness and too much light, they always close again. However, the whumpee has learned to rely on other senses, and is able to recognize the caretaker's voice or touch among a thousand others.

have to always lie down. They try to sit up, perhaps to eat something, but after a few minutes their head starts spinning and their body starts screaming because of the effort. Much to their chagrin, they have to force themselves back down or else they will likely pass out.

are not hungry. Their body can't handle even plain broth, making them queasy and dizzy. So they continue to refuse food, their only source of livelihood, and this obviously worsens their condition.

are too sensitive to touch. Their skin that seems to boil with fever, the bedsheets that rub down their limbs like sandpaper, the hair that sticks to their sweaty forehead, even the simple touch of the caretaker, a touch that is supposed to comfort them. They start to hate all these little things.

Please, feel free to add more.

recovering Whumpee prompts

Whumpee who NEEDS to see everything around them. They will not let anyone, even Caretaker, walk behind them, they sit or stand with their back to a wall if possible. They're always looking behind them, constantly expecting Whumper there, even if it's just subconsciously.

Whumpee who makes themself as small as possible. They know their posture is taking a hit, but they draw in all of their limbs and hunch over in an attempt to be as small as possible. They're most comfortable this way.

Whumpee who has periods of time where they lose speech - partially or totally. During these, if they want or need something, they find it difficult or impossible to ask for it, and god forbid someone ask them about Whumper.

Whumpee who dissociates - their eyes grow unfocused at times and they always look confused or lost. They mindlessly follow Caretaker wherever they go, even when they're completely out of it.

Whumpee who has lost touch with their own self and feelings, and who notices that their breathing and heartbeat are speeding up. They notice their symptoms of having, say, a panic attack, too late to stop the effects.

Whumpee who has to be their own caretaker, whether that means stitching up their own wounds while biting on their wallet, or forcing themself up and out of bed in the morning.

I adore muzzling Whumpees. 

A face mask over a muzzle as Whumper drags Whumpee through a crowded area. Whumpee knows exactly what will happen to them if they make a scene.

The deep red marks on Whumpee’s face as their muzzle is removed for the first time in months. The way they struggle to speak again after days of having it on. The first word they manage to croak out is “water”.

Whumpee refuses to take some kind of pill, so Whumper stuffs it into their mouth and covers their lips with duct tape. Either they swallow willingly or it gets dissolved in their mouth, but they’re taking it.

Whumpee so terrified and hysterical that they can only sob and hyperventilate behind the duct tape, struggling to get enough air without their mouth. All they can do is sob, choking on their own tears and spit.

Whumpee sitting in the bathtub as Caretaker carefully tries to remove the duct tape wrapped around Whumpee’s head. They whisper apologies whenever Whumpee flinches.

Rescuers not having enough time to un-muzzle Whumpee. They just pick the bound and silenced Whumpee up and run. 

Whumpee only being able to communicate through muffled grunts through their muzzle, but still desperately trying to communicate with Caretaker.

Quiet as a Mouse

"Please, please, Whumper!" Whumpee scrambled back, wood scraping their bleeding hands as they tried to get away from the awful contraption Whumper held. Tears stained their cheeks and their back hit the wall. They stared up at Whumper as they crouched down to gently collect the tears on their thumb.

"Whumpee, you don't understand. I'm not doing this as a punishment, I'm doing this to help you." They cupped Whumpee's cheek in their hand and kissed their forehead. "The people at the house we're going to like silent pets. They won't stand for any talking or whining like you're used to here."

"I- I can be quiet," Whumpee pleaded. "You won't even know I'm there." They grasped Whumper's wrist in an effort to keep the muzzle away from their face.

"Shhh, pet, I know you can be, but they don't. I promise I'll take it off as soon as we leave, okay?" Whumpee shook their head and pressed back against the wall. They hated being muzzled and it wasn't a new thing. Whumper tsked and grabbed their wrists with one hand, pulling them into their lap and pinning their arms to their side.

"Whumper, please! I'll be good! I'll mmph!" The leather bit slipped between their teeth and the straps tightened around their head, cutting off their words. They shook their head and whined, tears soaking into the leather.

"I really am sorry," soother Whumper. They grabbed a collar from behind them and fastened it around Whumpee's neck, clipping a leash to it. They stood and gently helped Whumpee to their feet, putting an arm around their shoulders to help them walk. "Come on, darling. The sooner we leave, the sooner you'll get those off."

god i love muzzles... do you have any other muzzle related hcs or posts?

I don't feel like going back and finding them all, so i'll write the brief version of the ones I remember down + some more:)

Content: Muzzles, captivity, dehumanisation, conditioning, vampire whumpee, starvation, gagged, pet whump, PTSD/trauma.

Whumper forcing Caretaker to muzzle Whumpee for them.

Whumpee doesn't want to take the muzzle off because they're conditioned to believe that they're dangerous.

Whumpee always having a muzzle on them because they'll bite chunks of skin off otherwise.

A vampire whumpee having to wear a muzzle for everyone's safety because they're so hungry that they can't control themselves.

The muzzle on Whumpee's face being so small that they can't physically open their mouths or breathe properly.

Whumpee secretly keeping the muzzle Whumper always used on them after their escape to feel some sort of normalcy in their new life.

Whumpee's muzzle also having a bit attached to it that sits in Whumpee's mouth when they've got it on.

Trying to pry the muzzle off the second Whumper isn't looking.

Caretaker having to throw the muzzle away within Whumpee's eyesight just so they know it's gone forever.

The heavy breathing Whumpee does through their nose because they can't open their mouth.

Whumper poking their finger through one of the holes in Whumpee's muzzles to tease them or yank them around.

Pet whump bingo took over, so here you go <3

🩸Whump Resources🩸

Starting a whump blog

What to include in a good whumpblr intro

How to start a whump blog

How to start a whump blog #2

How to start a whump blog #3

What is whump?

How to write whumpy scenes

Advice for new original content writers

Discouragement & Motivational advice

How to deal with hate/unwanted citicism

How to deal with discouragement from lack of interaction

What to do when your whump has lost its bite

How to start writing for yourself

How to overcome anxiety surrounding writing whump

The road to success when participating in whump events

Whump advice

How to write blood loss

Writing vivid discriptions 101

Less common illnesses to use in your sickfics

Facts about general anesthesia

Whump tips: Chronic sleep deprivation

Different types of gags (non-kink)

OC advice

How to start writing for an OC

How to introcude your OC

How to write fanfiction/oc content if you've never written before

How to make your OC feel more genuine/real

Tips for naming OC's

Whump stories

Delicate by @whumpcloud

Kane & Jim by @whumpsday

Eden by @zillastar13

Silence by @whumpshaped

Killing, stalking... whumping? by @/whumpshaped

Kane & Raiza by @whump-queen & @/whumpsday

Angel On The Wall by @emmettnet

Things End | People Change by @/whumpcloud

Our Man Flint by @/zillastar13

Memes & Games

Big blog, little blog

Whump games and userboxes

Whump games & userboxes #2

He's a fine looking man - would love to see him in a fit of despair

Falling asleep to a whump scenario vs. falling asleep to something normal

More violence

I write whump vs. i write about characters recovering from trauma

Nice blorbo. Would be a real shame if someone were to put them in situations

The creepiest whumper that ever did creep

Introducing a new whump concept to my OC's

Hello, my name is whumper. you piqued my interest. prepare to cry.

Whump alignment chart

Whumper: Don't do that

Whump blogs (Disclaimer: not all of these are whump only blogs - some of them include some other things as well <3)

@whumpshaped

@whumpsday

@whump-queen

@oddsconvert

@zillastar13

@whumpcloud

@whumperofworlds

@emmettnet

@burntcoffeewhump

@pigeonwhumps

@whumpster-dumpster

@whumpwillow

@thewhumpyprintingpress (they release whump books written by members of the tumblr whump community themselves, and all proceeds from those books go to charities <3)

Hope this helps!

Whump Prompts: Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

Unhealthy coping mechanisms is coming first so far but there's still time to pick your favourite <3

Content: Disordered eating, self harm, self punishment.

Chewing on/scratching their skin.

Still abiding by Whumper's rules, even after their rescue.

Sleeping on a pet bed rather than a normal one.

Still wearing their collar, even in public.

Keeping Whumper's old tools in a safe spot in Caretaker's home.

Only eating food meant for animals.

Refusing to spend even a moment outside of Caretaker's line of sight. Constantly clinging to them, never giving them a break.

Insulting themself in the mirror each day, reminding themself that they're still everything Whumper hated about them.

Choking themself whenever they get anxious. Just. wrapping a hand around their throat and refusing to let themself breathe until they calm down.

Not eating/drinking anything as punishment for disappointing Caretaker, but not telling them about it because they know Caretaker won't be happy.

Self-harming in general as a punishment for their own misbehaviour.

Pushing their loved ones away because they don't deserve them/are mad at them/don't want to get hurt again.

Getting angry too easily because it's a safe emotion.

Verbally/physically abusing Caretaker because they want to feel a sense of control.

Whump Prompts: Restraints

Content: Non-con kissing, restraints, immortal whump, creepy whumper, defiant whumpee, non-con drugging, gags.

Kissing a gagged whumpee's mouth and holding them by the chin to stop them from moving.

Caretaker/Carewhumper rubbing aloe vera on Whumpee's rope burn (wrists, ankles, etc.)

Being hung from the ceiling by the wrists or the ankles. Perhaps both, with their legs pulled up behind them in a stress position.

A creepy whumper tying their defiant whumpee up and drugging them so they can contently brush their hair without any resistance.

Tying a whumpee up with their own clothes.

Strapping a whumpee to a board with every limb stretched passed their limits.

Gagging a whumpee with rope. Drying their mouth out and possibly burning the sides of their mouth.

Restraining them with zip ties that are too tight around their wrists and ankles. The constant pinching and irritation leaving them whimpering and wriggling for a more comfortable position that doesn't exist.

dragging an immortal behind a car by their neck.

Injuring themselves just so they can escape their restraints.

60 Whump Dialogue

Content: Torture, dehumanisation, pet whump, [implied] whumper-turned-whumpee, [implied] whumpee-turned-whumper, [implied] caretaker-turned-whumpee, sacrifice, death wish, [mentioned] death, [implied] non-con, bad caretaker.

Whumper

"You are nothing but a toy. A toy to play with and mould and break as I please."

"Go ahead. Cry and scream. It only makes this all the more fun."

"Maybe if you're good, I'll only shatter one of your ankles. Hm?"

"Look at the screen. Fucking look at it. I want you to witness this."

"You wouldn't risk your life for anyone? Perhaps we need to put this to the test."

"What makes you think I'll let you go so easily?"

"How dare you speak to me like that?"

"Have your fun while you can because I'm going to kill you the moment I get out of these."

"I'm going to find what breaks you, Whumpee. That I can promise."

"My life was so much easier before I took you. I regret it with every fibre of my fucking being."

"I wonder how loud you'd scream if I just..."

"Smile for the camera!"

"A good little pet cleans Its master's shoes with Its tongue, I'll have you know."

"I am not someone you want to mess with, Whumpee. Do as I say."

"Look who decided to crawl their way back into their master's arms. I told you you'd be back."

"I think you'd like adorable with some piercings, don't you agree?"

"Stay still."

"Maybe I'll keep you as my personal canvas from now on."

"Have fun hanging there!"

"I purchased some stuff for you. After all, every good pet deserves some enrichment."

Whumpee

"I just wanna go home."

"You can't leave me here! Please!"

"I never lost hope. I always knew- I... I knew you'd come for me eventually."

"You'd think after so long of having me here, you'd get better at tying me up."

"Please don't leave me down here again. I'll take whatever you wanna do to me, just- just let me come with you."

"You thought I wouldn't be back? I'm not finished with you yet. Not until you pay for what you did."

"You- you promised!"

"Not again..."

"You thought I was here to rescue you? That's the funniest thing I've heard all week."

"Am I gonna die?"

"Ju-ust kill me already!"

"I'm not moaning! It fucking hurts!"

"When Caretaker finds you, they'll- they'll kill you. I promise you that."

"What happened? Holding someone captive not as fun as you thought it'd be?"

"P-please... please, no more."

"You can do what you want to me, but I'm sure as hell not making this easier for you."

"Sometimes I imagined it was you, to- to help me get through it."

"Where am I?"

"Please, the restraints hurt. Can't you use something softer or- or at the very least loosen it?"

"Look at what they did to me! Look at the person I've become!"

Caretaker

"I never stopped searching for you."

"Let's go home, okay?"

"Yes, you're a burden, but you're one that I've chosen to carry."

"Where the hell are they?"

"Let me go! I need to find them!"

"May I touch you?"

"Breathe, Whumpee, please breathe."

"If I ever see you sniffing around here again, I'll make you regret it."

"I'm not going to punish you."

"I'm trying to help you, but that won't happen if you continue to treat me like this."

"Are you serious? You're just going to let them back into your life after what they did to you?"

"You sacrificed me so you wouldn't have to go back! How could you do that to me?"

"Please put the knife down, Whumpee."

"Why do I like seeing them cry? What is wrong with me?"

"I can't promise that I won't ever hurt you, but I can promise that It's never deliberate."

"Would you like me to make you some food?"

"Perhaps someone does need to punish you for you to understand. Nothing else seems to work."

"I hired someone to come and install a dimmable light in your bedroom so you don't have to sleep in the dark."

"You know what? I'd go through it all again if it meant you were safe."

"Whumper was right. They are a pathetic little thing. I think that's why they're so endearing."

Whump Prompts: Possible Trauma Triggers

I can confidently say this is heavily inspired by my own trauma dksjdksj anyway enjoy.

Content: PTSD/trauma.

Smells/sounds/sights that remind them of that environment, the person who hurt them, etc. Maybe Caretaker wears Whumper's cologne, for example, or their voice somehow resembles Whumper's when in certain situations.

Alcohol. This can be a huge trigger for whumpees who's whumpers were alcoholics or just generally speaking worse/only violent when under the influence. They might hide when Caretaker drinks or do things to make sure they stay on Caretaker's good side until they're sober.

If they were the bloodbag of a vampire, the sight of their own blood could become a trigger. They might be scared that their whumper might smell it or they might just not wanna have their blood taken from them again.

Loud sounds. Alarms, shouting, banging on walls/doors.

Gifts. Whumpee might believe that they now owe the gifter, or they might hate opening wrapped presents because they have no idea what's inside. This could lead to tears, reassuring the gifter that they don't need to do all this to make Whumpee do what they want, they can be good, this isn't necessary.

Physical touch. Touching them without warning, hugs feeling like traps, not being able to escape until the other person says so. So they go stiff or immediately try to escape, hellbent on not falling for it again. They might even hurt Caretaker in the process.

Large crowds.

If they went through torture, things like water (waterboarding, drowning, etc.), sharp objects (cutting, surgeries, etc.) and the such could also be triggers for them.

The dark. Maybe they were kidnapped after dark or their whumper is nocturnal, but this makes for some good angst.

Stuff being close to their neck. They might have problems with collars, chokers, etc. because they were made to wear one during their captivity.