Oh How I Love Defiantly Obedient Whumpees. The Ones Who Do What Whumper Says But Are Full Of Spite. The

cw: gagged whumpee, implied kidnapping, pet whump, intimate whumper

we all love whumpees screaming and begging but what about gagged whumpees tho

- whumpee being gagged in the middle of them screaming and they’re still desperately trying to scream / get their voice out until whumper forces them to shut up

- whumpee quietly whimpering under their gag as (intimate) whumper runs their hand through their hair

- whumpers putting muzzles on their pet whumpees

- that trope where whumpee is making a recording and suddenly they’re grabbed from behind, a hand goes over their mouth and they reach out for the camera as they’re dragged away (maybe the camera falls down and whumper picks it up to smile at it before the recording ends)

- whumper stuffing something in (defiant) whumpee's mouth only to have them bite down on whumper's fingers

- defiant whumpee who refuses to shut up even though they've been gagged

- stoic whumpee biting down on their gag to suppress a scream when whumper tortures them

nsfwhump under here (warning for noncon, bad caretaker) (18+ only pls)

- whumpee whimpering under their gag as whumper fucks them and it’s music to whumper’s ears

- drool leaking out from under ball gags 👌

- bad caretaker gagging them and having their way with them in a room so nobody hears them

- a gag that keeps their mouth open so they're forced to suck cock after cock

Bad Dream

Warnings: kidnapping, torture, restraint, drugging, creepy/intimate whumper, hurt/aftermath

Whumpee woke slowly, their face aching from where Whumper had struck them. Their heart started racing. They tugged uselessly at the bindings. Hot tears leaked down their cheeks. 

“My Whumpee! You’re awake. Excellent.” Whumper’s footsteps stopped short of the edge of Whumpee’s bed. Whumpee could hear them, but not see them. “I’m thinking of trying something fun today!” Whumpee felt the bed shift. “It’ll be fun for all three of us.” Whumper remained out of sight. 

“Fun? How is this fun? I’m tied down. And not in the fun kind of way. Drugged, bound, and with you.”

“Come on, Whumpee, you like me.” There was an edge to Whumper’s voice.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Whumper.” Whumpee swallowed and closed their eyes. 

“Keep your eyes open. You’re going to do as you’re told, Whumpee. From now on. And I won’t turn my attention to Teammate. You are mine. Mine. Do you hear me?”

“I’m not fucking yours.” The words tumbled out of Whumpee’s mouth before they could stop themselves. Before they could help and save themselves.

Whumper was in front of them again, slapping their face. “You are mine. And you will say that. Each time. Or I will do what I want with Teammate, and you will not like that. Are we clear, Whumpee?”

“Fuck you,” Whumpee spat in Whumper’s face. 

Dark eyes frowned down at Whumpee. “I did try to warn you. I know you aren’t stupid. Such fighting spirit. But you will come around, my Whumpee. And you will be mine. Always and forever.” Whumper lifted Whumpee roughly. Whumpee fought against Whumper weakly, the drugs still in their system. Whumper flipped Whumpee over so they could face the bound, gagged, and unconscious Teammate. 

“Now you have to watch me give Teammate the attention that I would have given you if you’d just complied.”

“No, no, no, wait. Wait! Whumper, wait!. I’ll be yours. Wait. Yours, right, that’s what you want to hear?” Whumpee desperately tried to get Whumper’s attention. 

“No, my Whumpee, that’s not how this works. I know you are trying to trick me,” Whumper wagged a long finger in Whumpee’s face. “You have to be punished for your disobedience. One day you’ll learn. And we have all the time in the world.” Whumper turned their loving gaze back to Teammate. “You know, teamwork makes the dream work.” Dark eyes glinted up at Whumpee. 

Whumpee jolted awake. It was dim in the room, the light coming from just beyond the door. Their nightmares had been getting progressively worse. The memories of what had happened infiltrating even moment of their waking and nonwaking hours. 

Caretaker walked in quietly. “Whumpee, you’re awake. Are you hungry?”

“No, thank you Caretaker. How long was I out for?”

“About six hours. You needed it, Whumpee. You’ve been fighting sleep for weeks.”

“Can’t sleep. Whumper’s there. Every time I close my eyes. It’s Whumper.”

Caretaker sat down on the edge of the bed. They held open their arms for Whumpee. “I’m here, Whumpee. And Whumper’s not. You’re safe.”

Whumpee bridged the gap between them, clutching at Caretaker’s shirt. Their tears were already flowing. They knew that. But it didn’t change the memories. It didn’t change that they relived every moment with Whumper every time they close their eyes. 

Child sedation + noncon whump and then some comfort later on in life?

Ok interesting, this reminds me of some later stuff I wrote for Ghost of Seattle. I'm not great at writing comfort but I'll try...

Btw I think it's against tumblrs policy to depict minors in this situation however, I will write the following, and for the sake of tumblr's content policy, this is not about minors.

Sedation + noncon + later comfort

Content: rape, sedation, beatings, noncon nudity, belting, restraints, choking, gaslighting, spanking, ptsd, hurt/comfort

Slippery, clever whumpee keeps escaping, even from things like chains and solid locked doors. Whumper has had enough.

Barging in, wrapping a big hand around their neck and slamming them against a wall as whumpee wrestles with their arm and kicks at them, whumper fishing around in their pocket for a pill, which they then cram into whumpee's mouth and force them to swallow.

An angry whumper who beats the shit out of whumpee to make them submit to being raped. But their cries of pain during the assault afterward are annoyingly loud.

Or, whumper doesn't want to have to hurt them. Maybe whumper likes to see a relaxed body stretched out and ready for them.

Maybe they've been tying them down to do it, but whumpee keeps slipping a wrist out in the middle, and whumper gets pissed off, pulls out/off and gives them a hard belting over their naked legs instead of finishing.

Whumpee slipping to the floor, suddenly dazed and tired. Watching whumper approach, undoing their pants, a tear slides down whumpee's cheek as they guess what's coming next.

Laying whumpee out over a couch, stripping off their pants and lifting their shirt, stroking their chest and legs as they prop them up, whumpee struggling a little and groaning "please don't..."

"sorry," whumper pries their legs open easily now, hardly needing a hand to pin down their butt. "But I think we both need this."

The sound of a jeans zipper unzipping.

Slaps of skin on skin. Spanking whumpee harder if they protest.

"uh-uh-uh... No more squirming." Smack. "Ask me for it." Smack. "I said ask me for more."

It still hurts, but whumpee can't scream like before, and whumper takes their time to enjoy themselves because they know whumpee isn't going to escape this time

Whumpee, still barely able to move for hours afterward, creating a puddle of tears that sticks their cheek to the floor

Whumper cleaning up whumpee's limp body afterward with a cold damp rag, leaving shivering trails of goosebumps

After whumpee escapes/is rescued, they can't really talk. There's almost no physical evidence of what was done, but they walk with an unmistakable hollow-chested emptiness that caretaker recognizes.

Whumpee laughing about it when they're drunk. "I was like, 'ouch, wait' and they were not having it, just slapping my ass harder and harder, I mean man, it hurt," caretaker with their jaw dropped, not sure if they should laugh with whumpee to encourage them or what to do

"I don't know how they expected me to keep my ass up in the air with that much benadryl in my system though..." Whumpee's eyes are shiny with tears even while they're still full-on chortling.

"dude, was that--was that rape?" Whumpee slurs after telling most of it in the format of "funny" anecdotes. Caretaker just stunned that whumpee is in doubt. "I mean I didn't say no."

"those beatings, I didn't deserve that, that was harsh," "you didn't deserve any of it!" At that, whumpee turns to caretaker with a slowly processing look, starts to smile, then pats caretaker on the back. "I like you now."

"I'm gonna kill them, caretaker." "Yeah. I'll help you."

Gag

Caretaker and Whumpee are hiding from Whumper’s forces. Whumpee can’t help moaning in pain and Caretaker keeps begging them in a whisper to be quiet.

“Gag me,” hisses Whumpee through gritted teeth. “I can't… can’t keep myself quiet, so gag me.”

Caretaker stares at them; they know that due to  previous experiences Whumpee even finds holding something in their teeth because they don’t have enough hands to be triggering. “Are you sure?”

“As sure as I can be. Do it before I lose my nerve.”

I recently realized that one of the things I love most about whump is that the whumpee’s distress and angst is always validated. Whumpee doesn’t have to beg for people to empathize with their pain because 90% of the time, their situation is undeniably painful and whumpy. And even when the whumpee isn’t being validated by the characters around them, the very fact that they’re the main character means that we as readers are unconditionally on their side. The very fact that we love to read and write stories about whumpees means that those whumpee’s feelings are never invalidated or downplayed in the writing. Even if the whumpee downplays it themselves, we as readers know that they’re fairing worse than they let on. And it’s always okay for the whumpee to feel how they feel. They never have to justify being in pain to us readers. We listen and we care, and sometimes we write more ways to hurt them, but at least their hurt is listened to and validated.

Idk. I think that this aspect about whump is something that really draws me to it. In whump, we appreciate the harder parts of life, and we make it okay for our characters to feel emotion and pain. In fact we celebrate those emotions. I just think that it’s sort of beautiful.

It is clear to this anon that you like collar whump. Thus I humbly ask for it to happen to any of your characters, no preference who, I just wanna see it.

BLESS YOU ANON

I decided to use my Bad Caretaker series OCs :>

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“Hey, Tobias, can I see you for a minute?”

Tobias stiffened at Isaac’s voice, glancing nervously up to where he’d poked his head into the room. He looked almost unconsciously towards Michael and Jacob, who were quietly discussing strategy over a game of chess. Michael made brief eye contact, a curious look in his eyes, but he turned back to the game.

“Sure,” Tobias said, trying to keep his voice from shaking. It still did, though, a little.

Tobias’ heart rattled in his chest as he followed Isaac back to the room. Isaac wasn’t looking at him, which meant he couldn’t gage whether he was angry or happy. Or excited. That was worse.

Isaac held the door open for him, hand brushing his back in a way that made Tobias flinch. When the door closed behind him, Tobias turned around to see Isaac smiling. His heart fell to the floorboards.

“You’re so cute when you’re panicking,” Isaac grinned, eyes flicking over Tobias’ trembling form.

Tobias ground his teeth. “Don’t call me that.”

Isaac stepped closer, watching the way he stiffened, eyes falling to the floor and turning distant. “How do you expect me to help myself, when you look like that, love?”

His breath hitched. “Stop.”

Isaac caught Tobias’ chin in his hand, tilting it up to see his face. “You know, I really don’t think I will.” He let go of him and stepped back. “On your knees, Toby. I have a surprise for you.”

With a shaky breath, the boy lowered himself to the floor, watching Isaac with big, scared eyes. “Isaac--”

He shushed him, turning to grab a bag from a drawer. Tobias watched it carefully, and Isaac rattled the bag with a teasing grin when he noticed. “What do you think it is, Toby?”

Tobias just shook his head in mute fear.

Isaac walked towards him again, running a hand through Tobias’ hair and forcing his head back before crouching down to be level with him. He set down the bag and placed his other hand over the boy's throat, just tight enough to make him feel claustrophobic.

“Your pulse is racing.” His lips curved into a devilish smile. “Take some deep breaths for me, Toby. I wouldn’t want you having a panic attack.” Isaac waited a moment while Tobias obeyed, then slowly, slowly squeezed his hand tighter.

Tobias jerked against him, but Isaac used the hand in his hair to press him back against the wall, climbing over his legs to straddle him when he tried to buck him off. Tobias’ mouth hung open in a desperate need for air, and it just made Isaac cinch his hand tighter at the sight.

“Relax. I’m not going to let you pass out,” Isaac murmured, holding his hands there for a slow count of three more seconds before finally releasing him.

Tobias choked on air, coughing and slumping forward into Isaac's chest as he tried to take in enough air to make the world stop spinning. Isaac wrapped his arms around his shaking shoulders, weaving fingers loosely through his hair. Tobias struggled weakly, trying to push away.

Isaac relented, pressing him against the wall while he reached for the bag. “You’ll have to wear a turtleneck for a few days. That’s going to bruise.”

Tobias’ throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“Do you want your surprise now, Toby?” Isaac grinned, not waiting for a response as he pulled out a leather collar with a neat buckle in the front.

Tobias jerked away in horror. “No.”

Isaac just leaned closer, emphasizing how trapped Tobias truly was. “You know I don’t like that answer, Toby. Now be good and let me put this on you.”

Tobias stared at him with glassy eyes before lowering his hands to his lap, clenched into fists. Isaac muttered “good boy” and slid it around his neck, buckling it tightly in the front so it was flush with his skin, restricting every breath ever so slightly.

“I knew you’d look good like this.” Isaac took the boy’s face in his hands and turned it gently from side to side, admiring the placement of the collar. “You’re perfect, little Toby.”

His lip trembled. “I don’t want to be,” he breathed, just barely loud enough to hear.

Isaac laughed, cinching a finger underneath the collar and watching as he struggled to breathe. “I think we both know that what you want doesn’t matter anymore.”

Climbing off of him, Isaac retrieved a leash from the bag and waggled it menacingly, drinking it Tobias’ reaction. The poor boy was pressed as close to the wall as he could make himself, shoulders heaving as he tried to breathe through the panic. His eyes were wide and glassy, horrified.

“Isaac, don’t—”

Isaac took a step towards him, feeling a thrill of pleasure when that was enough to make Tobias fall silent, helpless tears gathering in his eyes. Isaac clipped the leash onto the collar’s ring. He tugged against it, pulling the leather taut and forcing Tobias to fall to his hand and knees.

“Look at you, Toby. A perfect little pet for me.” Isaac held the leash tightly so Tobias had no chance to pull away.

“I’m not,” he said through gritted teeth, but Isaac ignored him, kneeling down to grab his jaw.

“Do you know how much I wish I could just keep you like this? If I had it my way, I’d never let you out. You’d be chained and collared at my side, crying those pretty tears for me forever. Wouldn’t you like that?”

Tobias sobbed into Isaac’s hand, and Isaac sighed happily. “I want you to see yourself, like this. How much you were meant for this.”

Standing up, Isaac pulled him forward, dragging him across the floor to a full-length mirror that was propped against the wall. He grabbed a handful of Tobias’ hair, wrenching his head up to face himself in the mirror. Isaac crouched next to him, pressing his face into the boy’s hair.

“See how good you look like this?” He muttered, feeling how Tobias quailed against him. The boy’s eyes were fixed on the mirror, tears rolling down his cheeks. He seemed frozen, unable to look away. “Can you really blame me for doing this? This is what you were made for, Toby.”

He sobbed, eyes falling closed as more tears soaked his face.

“Let’s see how a week of wearing that collar breaks you down,” Isaac said, running a hand over the smooth leather pulled tight around the boy’s neck. “And remember, no one else can see you like this. You’re mine.”

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on the opposite, do you know any captivity and/or pet whump not set in the bbu. don't have anything against it just looking for something else

Oh do I

@comfy-whumpee has your pet whump with Alistair and Ellis, and holy shit is it excellent. They also have some really great captivity whump with the Ty and Jim series!

@wildfaewhump has captivity arcs for their Iesin and Talvos - and Iesin, being fae, is often treated in a way that I think can cross over into a pet-whump-adjacent place, plus their Pathverse involves lots of amazing captivity.

@for-the-love-of-angst's Taron goes through some seriously rough captivity whump at the hands of a creepy motherfucker I love

@whump-tr0pes's OCs often go through serious captivity whump, including 'plaything' whump that runs alongside pet whump with a lot of similarities.

@redwingedwhump has excellent captivity whump

@pretty-face-breaker has some of the best captivity/captor bonding/what the fuck whump I've ever read

@endless-whump has a super fun fae-whump story that involves captivity!

@robins-whump PLEASE read Tristan and Finn if you haven't already. I'm begging you.

@shameless-whumper's Quin lives rent-free inside my head all the time forever

@card-games-and-pain’s entire Leon and Lee story is the absolute fucking pinnacle

@evermetnotforgotten’s Lev goes through Some Serious shit in an excellent captivity story

@sableflynn has some lovely lady whump with captivity

@whumpingwithaquestionableauthor has some really good captivity whump!

@yet-another-heathen has an unusual take on captivity whump that I enjoy just rereading and rereading and finding new details each time

Just a few recs, gosh there's so much to find around here!

Lab Rats

I’ve had these characters in my mind for a while now, and I actually have a good idea of where this is going for once. So meet Noah, my OC who I plan on torturing loving a lot. 

CW: forced stripping and noncon touching (neither of them sexual), lab whump (not really, but that’s the vibe), manhandling

There was something wrong. 

Noah didn’t know what, or why, but he could feel it. It was a sharp tug in the pit of his stomach, the imaginary feel of cold fingers trailing down his spine, a want to hide, go back, give up. 

Maybe it was just anxiety for being in a new place, taking a chance he wasn’t expecting until a few days before. Maybe it was just him overacting to the change of scenario, the coldness of the too-white building, the grim vibe a lab usually had. His instincts were rarely on point anyway, usually so mixed with fear and reluctance that he didn’t know how to separate the instinct from the unease. 

So he kept walking, even though something urged him to go back.

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I’ll Give All I Have

Fair warning guys, this one is really long! I don’t know how it got this long, but it did. 

The Whumptober prompt for this was Forced Mutism. I’d like to thank both @jinmukangwrites​ and @fidothefinch​ for being two enablers. 

Characters: Jason & Damian, some minor Bruce and Dick

Words: 10,261

Summary:

“The little one will do.”

“No!” Jason cried, tugging at his restraints as he tried to push himself forward, “Leave him be! Whatever you’re doing, it’s me who’s been after you not him. He’s got nothing to do with this.”

The smile the man gave Jason sent chills down his spine, “Exactly.”

~

Jason pulled his legs a little closer to his body and tugged at the cuffs on his wrists again, trying for what felt like the millionth time to get his hand to squeeze through. He was pretty close, they hadn’t tightened them incredibly tight, and Jason thought that maybe if he dislocated his thumb or broke it he could maybe slip them off.

He gave up for the time being, letting his hands flop to the ground, the metal of the cuffs clinking against the concrete. Even if he could get them off and get out of this far too tiny closet, Jason had no idea where they were keeping Damian. The last thing he was doing was leaving here without his kid brother.

If there was anything Jason was confident in, it was that Robin was still alive, and probably just as fine as he was. The guys who’d grabbed them could have easily killed them when the fight had gone sideways, but instead they’d been tied up and dragged here, to some kind of processing plant, with Robin being dragged in one direction, and Jason another.

There were a couple things to take from this, one the men hadn’t really cared whether or not Jason knew where he was being taken, and they hadn’t bruised either of them up more than was necessary. Though, to be fair, in both their cases they’d fought tooth and nail, so that was almost a negligible fact.

Whatever was going on, Mr. Evil Bossman, AKA Barnes, had a plan for Red Hood and Robin, and while Jason didn’t like the idea of sitting around waiting, he liked the idea of causing trouble and getting Robin killed even less.

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What are your favorite whump writers looking to possibly discover someone new

Oh gosh, I have a lot.

So a lot of @whump-tr0pes (I read all of her Honor Bound stuff in like two days lol), @ashintheairlikesnow (Danny, Nate, and Ryan and Kaui, Chris, and Jake are all such amazing and well-written characters), @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi's (Brody is such a sweetheart, Silver is my baby, and Nik just gives me the feels) stuff helped really get me into whump. I highly recommend all three!

I also love @whumpzone's Tomas and Rowe series. I'm not usually a big comfort person, but their story is phenomenal! I also really like @amethystpath's Leera/Rennera series, if you're into lady whump (which doesn't necessarily bother me, but I understand it can be a big no for some people). @liliability has a lot of great stuff, like her Auden the Combined Boxie series, although I know she has several others going on for Whumptober that are also great! @ohmywhump's Jonah & Vincent series is fantastic too, always gives me whumperflies. The Bastet series by @whumpfigure is amazing as well, really love Javier and really hate Michael and Joseph. A bit more NSFW is @simplygrimly and @lonesome--hunter's Boone Clan/Hershey's Kisses and The Devil's Highway series which have a lot of collabs.

Those are all the ones I can think of off the top of my head, but there are so many awesome whump writers on here that I know! This got really long, oops, but I hope some of these recommendations interest you!