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jordanstrophe · 4 months
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When whumper kidnapped whumpee, they rooted through all their belongings. They snooped through their phone, went through their wallet, cooed at their ID picture and read their favorite book.
One day whumper came into whumpee's cell while holding their phone.
"Hey, guess what your phone just pinged." They held it up to show them. "You didn't tell me today's your birthday."
"I... I didn't know." Whumpee mumbled with a broken voice.
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whumblr · 7 months
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"It's amazing..." Whumper murmured. "You never were able to hide your tears from me. You'd try of course," he chuckled a humourless laugh, "Oh, you'd try so hard."
Whumpee didn't respond, to the taunts or the light touches. They just stared straight past him.
"But," he continued, "your lip would start to tremble. Your face would scrunch up. Your tears wouldn't be controlled and just streamed over your cheeks." He slid a finger over unmoving lips, brushed up over the now completely dry cheeks. "Your emotions were always too strong for you. Bursting out, wild, uncontrolled, unwilling to be held back."
He hummed softly, almost in approval, and whispered in their ear:
"How strong you've become."
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meraki24601 · 24 days
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Ring
“Whumpee, where did you get that ring?”
Caretaker had gotten used to Whumpee flinching. It seemed they hadn’t stopped since they were released from the hospital. Or, maybe it had started even before that. Before Whumper had taken them, or even further when they had first gone to file a restraining order. But they hadn’t expected them to flinch away from the curious question.
That was all the answer Caretaker needed. “You know, Whumper is dead. You don’t have to keep wearing their ring.”
“I can’t take it off.” Whumpee’s voice was small. They kept their head down as they stirred the pot of soup nearing boiling on the stove. 
Caretaker blamed the fumes from the onion Whumpee had chopped up earlier for the tears forming in their eyes. “You’re safe now, Whumpee. I know I can never make it up to you for not believing you sooner, but I swear I will never let anyone hurt you like that again. You can take off the ring.”
“It’s stuck. I can’t take it off.”
“Oh.” Caretaker’s hands stilled as they placed the last spoon on the table. “Would you like some help?”
“Yes, please.” 
Whumpee held very still as Caretaker approached and guided them to stand beside the sink. They didn’t shy away from Caretaker’s touch as the ring was slowly worked from their swollen finger but curled in on themselves and took three giant steps back the moment they were free. The mark left on the skin where the ring had sat dragged a whine from Whumpee’s throat. 
The inside of the ring had been engraved. Imprinted into Whumpee’s skin were four letters: 
M.
I.
N.
E.
Whumpee fell to their knees, holding the finger away from their body. “I’ll never be free.”
Caretaker wrapped a bandage from the kit under the sink around the possessive letters. Kissing Whumpee’s knuckles, Caretaker whispered, “You are free. Whumper is dead. I killed them. I swear on my life, no one will ever touch you again.”
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whumpasaurus101 · 8 months
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“Open your eyes for me, darling.”
“Ple-please.. I do-dont want to…”
Whumpee cried out as a hand quickly yanked back a fistful of their hair. Whumpee’s eye flew open; they had to stifle a gasp as Caretaker lay on the ground, their chest rising and falling shakily.
“Have you learnt your lesson, love.”
Whumpee desperately nodded, tears running down their cheek, “I wo-won’t ask for an-anyone’s help..” they whimpered, “I-I dont nee-need help, I- I like it here….”
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itsleelove · 10 months
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CW: Fever, possessive/intimate whumper
"Whumpee... are you... ill?" Whumper barely concealed a small smirk as they looked at Whumpee, sitting in their usual spot in the corner of the room Whumper had given them. They were wrapped in a blanket. A blanket that Whumper had provided and Whumpee had refused to use up until this point. Wrapped in a blanket and shivering. And a little pale.
"Am not!" Whumpee struggled for a moment to untangle themself from the blanket and cast it aside, but their shivering only got worse when they did.
"Would you like some tea, Darling? It may help warm you up. Perhaps some soup?" If Whumpee asked for it, Whumper would provide it.
"Fuck off. I'm f‐fine."
Whumper raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I don't want you to be too miserable, my Darling."
Whumpee grimaced. "Go away. Leave me alone. I don't want anything if it's from you."
So Whumper did leave them alone. But only for an hour or two. They did want to make sure Whumpee was alright, after all. If anyone was going to hurt Whumpee, it would be them. Otherwise, aside from intentional periods of harm by Whumper, Whumpee would be kept safe.
When Whumper returned, Whumpee was asleep, on the floor— still refusing the bed Whumper had provided— but under the blanket again. Whumper let out a sigh, scooping the unconscious Whumpee into their arms.
"Oh, Darling... you're burning up. Well... come along and I'll take care of you now..."
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Whump Prompt- Imagine dehumanization in the opposite direction. Whumper idolizes Whumpee. No darling, you can't go outside, you're too sweet and perfect and fragile. You're my perfect little doll. Even when Whumpee misbehaves, Whumper chalks it up to Whumpee's fragile nature and continues to coddle them like they're some precious object that needs constant care and maintenance. Only the softest restraints, the finest clothes, tender touches, delectable meals, drugs administered via pill or gas to avoid those awful needle marks, and the best gilded cage money can buy.
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dresden-syndrome · 21 days
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Possessive whumper!!! Where someone else comes and DARES to touch THEIR whumpee?? Inexcusable
Whumping in EESU: Possessive whumper
Whumper receives their newly designated whumpee from detention. They don't allow anyone to deliver them; they take the properly restrained and branded whumpee into their car and bring them into their home/office, whispering "You're only mine now..."
Whumper deeply hurt by the fact they can't take their favorite, precious, beloved class 1/2/3 whumpee to themselves.
Whumper, a high rank EESU government official, is obsessed with someone they met. As their obsession grows, they plan an investigation, collect evidence, use State Security spies and finally order them to be arrested for a class 4 offence. Delighted to see them in a detention cell, they make a designation request.
Whumper calling all their subordinates in the building and showing their whumpee, warning everyone not to touch them.
Whumper threatening their colleague for coming too close to their beloved pet.
Whumper punishing their whumpee for coming too close to someone else.
Whumper making their pet hug them, kiss them or sit on their lap.
Whumper secretly making orders to buy clothes or stuff from the West because they just want their whumpee to look as pretty as they can.
Whumper in a position of civilian authority - a boss, a collective farm chairman, a local Party committee worker - threatening to report on their whumpee to State Security and get them arrested if they won't stay close to them.
Whumper making their new pet a room in their facility - a small, lovely, comfortable room with little bars on windows and lock on the door; they're the only one allowed to enter.
Whumper always carrying a few restraints to tie up and punish their beautiful defiant pet on their own.
Whumper refusing to give their sick pet up to the local lab for treatment and having to take care of them by themselves.
Whumper giving their pet to the lab and staying with them for the whole time: watching every medical procedure they have to endure, holding them every time the doctors are about to do something painful, sleeping in their little room.
Whumper talking to their comrades about their new pet, telling how beautiful they are, describing them in an absolutely dehumanizing way. (Bonus points if the whumpee is here, hearing their owner's every word, not allowed to say anything).
Despite it's explicitly stated that class 4 offenders cannot be reeducated or rehabilitated, whumper always tries to make their "property" to become as loyal and ideologically passionate as they can; after all, their pretty little pet needs to be perfect, and for them loyalty to the EESU regime is the best kind of perfection.
Whumper forcing their whumpee attend all their meetings and celebrations. If the meeting is too public to bring a class 4 subject in, or the place doesn't allow that, they lock the poor whumpee up alone in a cell.
Whumper leaving a mark on their whumpee's body - a tattoo, a scar, a touch of a melting iron rod. An ID tag on their ear shows the whumpee belongs to the state; a whumper's mark, however, shows they belong to them.
After a propaganda movie session for everyone ends, another one begins - just for the whumper and their whumpee together.
Whumpee has finally escaped from EESU. Too bad a person who organized their escape now controls their every move and convinces them they'll be caught and returned if they run away.
[Masterpost link]
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shshshquietnow · 8 months
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I like whumpers that insist whumpee is always SOMEONES property, even if not theirs.
Obviously whumpers that say "you belong to me" or "you're mine now" are fun, whumpee being just an object or toy or pet or what have you, something to not feel sympathy for.
But also whumpers- post rescue- running into caretaker or catching whumpee again. A "how was your other owner" to whumpee, reminding them of their place even with someone safe like caretaker.
Or even to caretaker, after catching whumpee again, saying "you should really take better care of your things" or "keep your dog on a shorter leash", effectively weirding caretaker out and recontextualizing everything whumpee does. Did whumpee think they belonged to caretaker?! How is caretaker meant to dismantle that idea?!
I think even once whumpee is away from whumper for good, it really just throws everything out of whack. Which is nice.
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montammil · 4 months
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TW: Stalking, yandere whumper, kinda nsfw? really just suggestive, whumpee is just as batshit insane as whumper
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Imagine an obsessed Whumper who stalks Whumpee all day.
NOW imagine a Whumpee that enjoys the attention. They tease Whumper while keeping their innocent and unknowing facade, all while Whumper becomes more and more obsessed, their patience and limits being pushed.
It's very amusing to just imagine Whumpee purposefully dressing up in revealing clothing because they know it'll send Whumper wild (and hurt/kill anyone who flirts with them).
Whumpee knowing Whumper breaks into their house at night and going to sleep naked/wearing lingerie on purpose, sometimes making movements that they know Whumper loves.
Whumpee crying when someone (especially their coworker) says something mean to them because they know that person will never be seen again.
They're just happily waiting until Whumper can't take it anymore.
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cold1dead1eyes · 8 months
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brand your whumpees <3 burn emblems, sigils, symbols onto your whumpee, make sure everyone knows who they belong to. brand them with cattle irons, poker sticks, any hot metal your whumper can get their hands on. brand your whumpees on their bellies, their back, their arms, their legs, their chest.
BRAND! YOUR! WHUMPEES!
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whumppzzy · 3 months
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Whumper keeps Whumpee like a bird trapped in a cage. He used to just be your silly crush until things got really intense (only for Whumper) Whumper kidnapped Whumpee so that he would have no contact with the outside world, just him, Whumper, every day.
Whumpee even tried to resist at first (he was tied with a chain that arrested his feet to a stake in the wall), but little by little he began to give in to Whumper's madness.
Whumpee had gone crazy, he lost track of reality, he started to think that his situation wasn't that bad, he started to think that the possessive things that Whumper said were forms of affection and so on...
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jordanstrophe · 5 months
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Whumpee's been kidnapped and dragged down a hall. They're forced back on their feet and pushed towards a wide open door.
"Come in, dear. Don't be shy." A voice lulls for them. A guard shoves them in as they stumble through the door and collapse on their hands and knees. A chuckle rings above them as whumpee raises their head to a whumper they know has a deadly reputation.
"There you are, I've been looking for you." They smiled, trying to coax them to come closer.
"St-stay away from me." Whumpee quivered and tried to stand up. Whumper grabbed them by their shirt collar and yanked them back on their knees.
"I'd lose the attitude. How much I like you is how long you get to live." 
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whumblr · 1 month
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Whump prompt #64
"That's my mark on them," Whumper purred as Caretaker stared at the scar on Whumpee's shoulder. "They're mine. And you're not taking them anywhere."
"Oh yeah?" Caretaker snapped back. Blazing eyes found Whumpee's, who looked away in shame. But Caretaker wouldn't have it. He grabbed their face, both hands, looked them deep in the eyes.
And he kissed them full on the mouth.
Whumpee sputtered, utterly confused, embarrassed even, a hand shakily reaching up to touch over their lips as Caretaker pulled away. They stumbled lightly, but an arm snagged around theirs and pulled them against Caretaker.
"That's my mark on them," Caretaker snarled. "I can easily plant one right over yours. And they're coming home. With me!"
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cw vampire whumper, conditioned whumpee, past nonconsensual blood drinking
"Why do you keep letting them do this to you?" Caretaker asked, eyes narrowing at the fresh bite mark on Whumpee's neck. Subtle bruising surrounded the puncture wounds.
Whumpee frowned, quickly tugging the collar of their shirt to cover the mark. "I'm—it's not really a big deal."
Caretaker sighed. "I hate seeing you like this. You keep getting paler and thinner and...quieter. I keep wondering how long it will be before there's nothing left of you."
"It's not like that," Whumpee insisted. "Whumper isn't hurting me. And besides, did you ever consider that maybe I like what they do to me?"
They didn't tell Caretaker how they used to wail and thrash against Whumper's hold, before they understood their place. Before Whumper taught them how incredible it was to provide for someone else with your very life force.
Whumpee didn't tell Caretaker that underneath their clothes, their body was littered with bruises and bite marks. Some were old and fading, others were fresh and still sore, but each of them was a claim Whumper had made on them.
And they didn't tell Caretaker that some nights Whumper would take too much when they fed, leaving Whumpee drained and lightheaded as their blood soaked the bedsheets. They would wake up in Whumper's arms the next day, disoriented and achy, with gentle praises whispered in their ear. "I like seeing you this way," Whumper would murmur. "All dumb and empty-headed. How a good little human is meant to be."
Whumpee didn't tell Caretaker any of this; they wouldn't understand. They didn't explain that the more Whumper fed from them—owned them—the easier it got.
"How could you possibly enjoy being treated that way?" Caretaker asked softly.
Whumpee shrugged and looked away. "I don't know. Whumper makes me feel...needed. I guess that's the part I enjoy the most."
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whumpasaurus101 · 5 months
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"If I knew better," Whumper cooed, leaning in close until their lips brushed against Whumpee's ear, "I would be thinking my little birdie is trying to run away..."
Whumpee froze, their breath catching in their throat as their hand instinctively tightened against the door knob, "I- I swear I ca-can explain...
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ccieatchildren · 9 months
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Scars
Shower steam filtered in through the open bathroom door, warming the bedroom and permeating the smell of soap in the air. They had been reapplying ointment, what little he had given them, to their still healing wounds and rebandaging them. Whumpee turned from their spot on the edge of the bed to watch as he walked in. There was a certain swagger to the way he carried himself that they despised. However, while Whumpee hadn’t been here for long, they had already learned not to engage with him if they didn’t have to– it wasn’t worth the risk– so Whumpee just stared.
A towel was slung low around his waist and his hair was still damp, leaving droplets of water in his wake. His half naked body was on full display, and Whumpee couldn’t stop from curiously analyzing each part of him. They typically didn’t get to see much of him due to clothing or dark lighting getting in the way, but now they could see the various scars littering his frame. 
There were two slash marks on his lower right abdomen that formed an uneven cross, a line of indented flesh that seemed to encircle his whole left bicep, a bullet wound sat right above on his shoulder, and on his right collarbone were four deep cuts, almost like claw marks. Whumpee hadn’t expected someone like him to have so many cicatrices, he was a simple researcher, and while they did get hurt sometimes, they typically were small cuts from broken glass or chemical burns. They had their own to confirm. Furthermore, normal villains usually had many more lesions and blemishes across their figures from many fights and powers going haywire. Though, he wasn’t like many normal archetypes anyway. 
Their train of thought was cut off by a deep chuckle. “Like what you see?” 
Whumpee blushed, glaring at him, and turning back to what they were initially doing. He continued to snigger at their embarrassment while they furiously tried to refocus on patching themself up. The thought of the line being cliché and overused made them feel a bit better, and they continued to bash him in their head to calm themself down as they worked. 
The rustling of a towel could be heard as he dried off his hair, sounding like a wet dog shaking itself dry. Then, they could hear him shuffling in the background, presumably fetching clothes from the closet. Whumpee tried to keep their gaze solely on what they were doing, but could no longer concentrate on their task. Having been caught staring, and him misinterpreting their attention, irritated them, but now they were even more curious. Forcing themself not to look, only made them want to look more. Whumpee cursed themself for having the self restraint of a five year old…
Slightly pivoting their head to peek at him again as he picked out his attire, they barely managed to stop themself from gasping at the sight. His back was still turned to them, and scrawled there was one of the most unsettling wounds they had ever seen. Along his upper back, spanning from the left shoulder to the right the word “BASTARD” was carved in large letters. The raised skin along his shoulder blades conveyed that the cut had healed long ago, but whoever had done it, made sure to slash deep enough so the mark would stay there forever. They had seen many things, from their own burnt skin melting off, to arms completely torn off, but the deliberately and aggressively engraved swear on his body disturbed them in a way they had never felt before.
Whumpee had never met anyone, villain or otherwise, who intentionally and methodically cut someone in a way that would leave them alive but always wearing a reminder of their experience. Especially in a way that exuded so much wrath and resentment. At least not until Whumper. They looked down at themself and the injuries that adorned their body. Was he using the same techniques on them that someone else had used on him? The thought made them shiver. Vigorously returning to their task, Whumpee swore to themself that they would not allow Whumper to scar them like he had been himself. 
— — — — —
“Just ask.”
Whumpee flinched. They had just finished one of their sessions and Whumper decided to patch them up afterwards this time. They would much rather do it themself, as his hands would always roam to places they didn’t need to, but Whumper would use better medicine whenever he played medic, and knew how to bind the wounds tighter than they ever could with their, now constantly, trembling fingers. They also weren’t allowed to say no to him.
“W-What?”
“I can practically hear the questions bouncing around in your head.” He suddenly pulled the bandage harshly, pulling a gasp out from them. “Not to mention the hole you’re burning into my back with your staring.” The hand on their middle considerably tightened, “it’s starting to piss me off, so ask.”
Whumpee contemplated his demand, unsure if he meant it or if it was just another one of his tricks, baiting them to make a mistake just so he could beat them again. But they could feel him getting agitated behind them, therefore they had to say something. However, Whumpee didn’t think asking him what was really on their mind would go over very well. They had to think of something quick, but, unfortunately, when it came to talking they didn’t work very well under pressure. So…
“How do you get your hair so sleek?” Whumpee wanted to smash themself over the head with a glass. This was the best their brain could come up with? Might as well say goodbye to a calm evening.
Whumper was still behind them, and they were already saying their prayers, until he barked out a laugh. “What?” The amusement pervaded his tone. “You have been ruminating for the past three days on how I do my hair?”
“… Yes.”
He continued to cackle behind them as Whumpee quietly panicked, hoping that was enough to quell him.
“Aww, that’s cute, darlin’. Didn’t know you still had the quips in you.” He took a moment to pretend to wipe a tear from his eye. “But I don’t think that’s what you’ve been thinkin’ about.” Arms locked around their waist, pulling them flush against him. A dark voice whispered in their ear, “Now, I’ve indulged your little game,” his arms constricted, pushing into their stomach, agitating their injuries, “letting you figure out the best way to approach this,” Whumpee looked away. “If I’m honest, it was quite nice to see you contemplate whether to ask me or not,” his voice grew smug, “it means you’re learning, becoming more obedient, which will only make things easier for the both of us in the future.” Whumper squeezed even further once again, and they groaned from the pain. “For that, I’m giving you an out. Be good and I’ll reward you. So,” he growled, “ask the damn question.”
Whumpee gulped. “Fine. Ju- Just let go,” they pushed at his arms, “it hurts.”
Whumper clutched them tighter. Whumpee could feel some of their wounds reopen under the pressure. “I’ll let go when you stop wasting my time.” 
“Okay, okay,” they wheezed. “I just wanted to know about the large scar on your back,” the ache was getting worse. “The one that says bas–.”
He abruptly let them go, allowing air to filter back into their system and dampening the pain to a dull throb. “I know the one.”
Whumpee froze, trying to suppress their oncoming coughing fit. They didn’t want to set him off when he was obviously very displeased. He curtly got up and headed for the door, leaving them with the final words,
“Do not bring it up again.”
Extra:
Fuck that motherfucking mothafucka. 
Whumpee wanted to punch something, they just did what he asked and now he’s mad at them, like it’s their fault.
Fuckin’ hate that fuckin’ kidnappin’ piece of shit. They continued to curse to themself as they finished the job Whumper brusquely left to them. Closing up the now open cuts, applying ointment, and finally bandaging them for the– hopefully– last time that day. Whumpee sighed to themself. Who were they kidding, he would ruin them again at night. But at least they had a new piece of information to exploit.
It may take a while, but they will escape from here and see everyone again.
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