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Whumpee whose an open secret. Whumper is rich, and that buys a good deal of favors.
Whumpee who looks around a crowded ballroom, bloodied and bruised and broken, just for everyone to avert their eyes and keep talking.
Whumper can let them roam free among party guests, assured that no one was going to help them. That doesn’t stop whumpee from trying though.
They go from guest to guest, trying to find a weakness, a scrap of humanity buried deep beneath the callousness that too much money causes.
Do they find one? Or do they give up hope and return to Whumper, tears in their eyes and resentment in their heart?
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Whump Prompt #173
Whumpee is made of porcelain, break them as much as you want since you can glue them back together, leave a bottle of glue so they can fix themselves up, bash their head in since it's fixable.
Or if Whumper wants to show off how lovely Whumpee is they can kintsugi them back together so the gold makes them a symbol of wealth.
#whump prompt#writing prompt#prompt#whump writing#whump#whumpee#whumper#rich whumper#nonhuman whumpee#tw dismemberment#kintsugi
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RED WINE
TW/CW!!: Finger snapping, hand/finger stomped on, dislocation, severe mistreatment, pet-related whump/servant whump, dislocated joints, masquerade party
Calming, dark victorian music would be playing throughout the whole manor, it was something Ashtyn had never seen he believes, although he has heard all about these sorts of things. But was he ever at one in his life beforehand? No. And especially not as a servant, he’s been standing there for god knows how long, ever since the party started, watching as men, and women would enter the ballroom, in their fancy masks, greeting each one, getting pecked at from time to time, after all. He was just 17 soon to be 18, and it was something to these “people” to see such a young man working.
The man who had taken him in the first place would be standing across the room, handing out glasses and greeting his guests with a pleasant satisfied smile, as Ashtyns leg grew stiff, he had no choice but to stand still with his tray of wine glasses, no one has requested for the young man, he definitely looked sharp but, if they only knew how exhausted he was. Was he just going to stand there all night long? He couldn’t, he just could-
“Ashtyn.”
Ashtyns head perked up and looked around meeting the eyes of this man, who had taken him in earlier this year, his name would be “Gabriel Schaeffer”. He owned this fancy large estate, being quite wealthy in the business he had created for himself, housing ashtyn here as his “Guard dog” a pathetic one sure, but a "Good dog". Nodding towards Gabriel.
“Come over here, there's some men here that’d like to speak with you.”
Gabriels' hand would wave over to Ashtyn, to Ashtyns demise his legs were so stiff, and holding a tray of fancy wine glasses, his heart sort of dropped, his eyes looking down at his legs standing there for a moment, his facial expression went sour the moment he attempted to move his leg, it instantly sending sharp pains, looking for somewhere he could maybe place the tray down. Oh no. He’d look around even more anxious, there was no table nearby he could set it down or anyone he could even ask if he could in the first place! When he looked back over at “Mr. Scaeffer” his eyes were locked deadly on Ashtyns, examining every moment Ashtyn made, Ashtyns face went pale, panic drowned him, immediately broke eye contact with Mr. Schaeffer
Ashtyn had no choice there, he had to move, he would quickly attempt moving his leg down a few inches in front of him, regretting right then, his whole body weight piling onto that leg, pain screamed in his face, scrunching all of his facial features together, him stumbling forward all at once, eyes would jump onto ashtyn with that stumble, shit! He needed to get himself together quickly- he can’t do this. Not now, he really needed to stop this.
He’d wave the tray in front of himself as an attempt to gain some balance in the pose he was in, his legs still trembling, and once when he finally gained that ounce of balance he needed back to regain all of the balance back in his body, his legs fell asleep. Falling straight forward, yelping out in utter surprise, the glasses.. Shattering across the floor with wine splattered and staining the wood floors, Ashtyns arms bringing themselves to cover his face, he stayed there in silence, not daring to stand up, he **knew** all eyes were on him, the eyes hidden by these sparkly, shiny, mysterious masks, he even started to hear whispering.
He could just curl up in a ball right there and die
”ASHTYN.”
His heart sunk right in his stomach his leg twitching, his face planted right on his forearms, heels would click against the floorboards getting louder and louder, after this loud clatter of a wine glass getting set down on what can be assumed as one of the glass tables sat out, the clicks of gabes heels would grow so loud it felt as if ashtyns ears were ringing, they were ringing. They had to be ringing. He didn’t dare to look up, his heart pounding against his own skin*
The whispering would come to a halt fully when Mr. Schaeffer stopped, the heels stopped out of nowhere, Ashtyn would stay there.. Surprisingly, he couldn't find the strength to look up at this tall, strong, looming man who was furious with him, if it wasn’t apparent enough, everyone was watching surely. It’d be dead silence for about a minute, Mr Schaeffer waiting there with his eyes locked on Ashtyn, before speaking up again, there was obvious disappointment founded there
**”Alright. You don’t want to get up and deal with this like a man? Prop your hands out, both of them”
*Ashtyn’s eyes would look up, his eyes instead looking up at Mr. Schaeffer, they went to the tray which was kicked aside of Mr. Schaeffers left heel, he must have not heard that.. The heel clicks were so brain numbing, he couldn’t focus on anything else. Then gradually looked over at Mr. Schaeffer, they were bloodshot red, wiping his eyes slightly with his shoulder, just looking around. He felt nauseous when he actually saw all of the eyes on him, reading the eyes from person to person, each one were different, but they were all looking at ashtyn with curiosity, why did Mr. Schaeffer need his hands, after enough looking around he hurriedly looked back up at Mr. Schaeffer himself.. Hestitanly holding his hands out, holding them out as if they were waiting to receive a treat, as if they were puppy paws, he was surely going to pay for taking so long to put them out*
“ACK!! AH! OW!!!!”
Ashtyn screamed, biting down on his lip as he’d attempt pulling his hand back, fighting off tears painfully, stinging hot tears, only able to squeeze one of his hands out, as the party guests gasped almost on command, just trying to squeeze his fingers away, Mr. Schaeffers heels had stomped right on ashtyns fingers, keeping them trapped, the more he tried to get his fingers released, his tears would weep themslelves out
”PL-PLEASE-SIR! IMSORRYI-ImSORRY!”
Ashtyn hurriedly yelped out, his teeth chattering against each other, his eyes widening as they opened seeing his fingers getting squeezed by the twisting motions of Mr. Schaeffers heel, there was no remorse on Mr. Scaeffers end though. Infact he had a small, half lipped wide smile, his eyes eventually meeting Ashtyns, with the smile dropping as he made eye contact
“Other hand, Ashtyn.”
Ashtyns head would drop, tears dripping right onto the floorboards, his back hunching upwards before dropping flat, his other hand slowly, gradually placing itself out, it was shaking in fear, flinching horribly every few seconds, some giggling being heard in the crowd of people, he felt shame, he felt hopeless, he felt horrible, he felt dreadful, he deserved this though..- All of that would be cut shortly as his other hand got stomped on, his whole body shook as his cry was suffocated into his left shoulder, and his whole face was pink, the same pink tone an flamingo is
His fingers be crushed, one by one, underneath the force of Mr. Schaeffers heel, some pained grunting would come from ashtyn as each one was crushed, letting out a sharp cry when he heard that little..
CRACK!
His heart dropped, as the pain was imaciline, it was so awful, he didnt know.. How long he’d have to bear with this, did his fingers break? It really felt like the bone broke, dislocated.. Maybe.. There was a crack from the bone, and cracks. Theyre never good, and the fact that the heel dug in deeper. That did the trick
***“ACGH! AHH!!-!!!! AH!!”**
Ashtyns head shot up, screaming on top of his lungs, his scream grew rasp, as his dog collar flashed itself, jesus. The heel really dug all the way through his skin, It.. It fucking dislocated! He.. He broke out into sobs in the dark environment, sobbing the same way a baby would, he couldnt bear this, and when the heel moved onto his thumb, he was trembling with everything he had not to move his hand away, it would get worse if he tried moving his hands away. So.. He kept them out on this ‘wonderful’ display. Just as expected with enough pressure applied with the jamming on his thumb, it dislocated, emerged this blood-curdling scream out of him planting his head against his tricep banging it against his own tricep to take out some frustration, these hot stinging tears streamed down his face and didnt take a break on Ashtyn, no, no, no.*
“Alright kid, easy part is over.”
This hard, grimy, stressful pressure on his thumb would be lifted, ashtyns heart skipping a beat after that was said, easy part..? What..? His eyes would slowly look up at Mr. Schaeffer, they were bloodshot red with pink puffed cheeks, w-wha-..? His hands shook around in a bubble almost. He- Why didn’t he just get up in the first place?! W-Why?
His knees would had already themselves up to Ashtyns chest, barely holding the capability of even building himself up, as he nodded, uttering out a tear-filled* “Y-Yes. Sir!!” *his emotional state was hinted in his breaking-up voice, as he’d slowly stumble up, collecting himself together last moment his hands dropping to his side, his eyes would take a look around suddenly, shame really struck him.
”Right, since you could not get up, *simple am I right?* And then get a mop and dust pan, *also simple*, you’ll pick up the glass with your hands and lick the wine off of the ground, I hope I make myself clear”
“..Y-Yes sir.”
Ashtyn was in shock, there’s no denying but, if he said the wrong thing here, think about how utterly humiliated he would be, in front of all of these people. I mean- he had already been humiliated to itty bits, he just had his fingers dislocated!
through his teary eyes they made their way back to the wine, slowly kneeling down with some snot and tears getting mixed on his face as he wiped his face with his sleeves the best he could, he’d attempt to keep his eyes away from the dislocated fingers.. maybe. If he didn’t look at them, they wouldnt feel so bad as if he did look at them.
Ashtyn bowed his head in stinging pain, struggling to do what Mr. Scaeffer requested. Lick the wine just hurriedly licking at the wine when he snapped back into the reality of things, Mr Schaefer was waiting, that. Did not do Ashtyn's fingers have any hood last time this man had to wait, did it?
Ashtyn would continuously licking on it, despite all of the shoes that had hit the spot, despite all of the grim that had once been on this floor, despite all of the people that had once stood on this spot, but hey! The floors are freshly shined but those humiliating thoughts was waving around the back of Ashtyn’s mind, as he’d lick, lick, and lick up the wine as well as he could, scraping his tongue on this spot
This wine licking would go on for quite some time, hurriedly trying to lick all of it all, even licking off of his tears at some point. Once he figured this would be good enough, he’d tilt his head up to look at Mr Schaefer, mumbling
“D-D— is this-is good enough..?”
”Speak up.”
Ahtyn would swallow this huge lump in his throat with his eyes perfectly facing Mr Schaffer’s eyes, before speaking up after a long pause of attempting not to cry
“D-.. do you think thi-this is good enough- sir?”
Mr schaeffers eyes would run across the floor it was clean, glossy even, only thing left was the broken glass left across the floor, he’d give Ashtyn this approving nod
It felt as if a weight just got lifted on him. But it was shortly put back on when he realized the glass, it was ensured that he was going to cut his hands on the glass, not to mention they hurled so much from earlier he doubted himself. But, what was he going to say? do?
He would scoot himself over to the ground where some of the first glass remained, some laughter could be heard from behind him, attempting to ignore it. He knew he looked stupid. He didn’t need anyone else to say it. his hands would approach one glass shard shakily attempting to grab it pricking his ring finger, ashtyn jumping back abit grinding his teeth back and forth to not scream or have a breakdown, he’d just attempt to grab it again instead with two hands, with some discussion stirring up, it most certainly was not good.
That glass shard pricked his ring finger once again, slicing it, he had no choice. He’d attempt a different technique, sweeping the glass onto his palm, which was shaking so, it wasnt all that good, but hey. Atleast it wasnt pricking his finger as much as the previous technique was, just picking up, dropping it, picking it back up nervously, prick. Sure the shards cut his fingers, but, what debate did ashtyn have?
When he was almost done, the glass shards he had collected would be stained bright red, with his finger tips having so many cuts, his hands were such a gory mess, it was honestly scary to ashtyn, the fact that he was doing this to himself, gave him the chills. Why? Hes always been hurt, in every way, why is it so heartbreaking now?
Once he was done, he’d place them on the tray with some glass shards still launched in some open cuts, although these glass shards were TINY, he couldn't deal with them now.. Maybe later on, but, his hands, he couldnt touch them, so. That is what made picking up the tray so difficult, the glass shards, the dislocated fingers, the pain, and the mental torment reminders from the frequent giggles from the crowd, he’d stay there adjusting his grip on the tray to hurt least, although. It was pretty much useless, he held it in both of his palms, standing up, standing right infront of Mr. Scaeffer, having a quivering lip
“Go put the tray in the dish washer, now. And head straight to your room, I am disappointed, I expected so much better out of you. And you know that.”
“Y-Y-..”
“Yes.. sir."
#whumpee#whump#masquerade#masquerade ball#masquerade whump#dislocation#dislocated fingers#dislocated joints#whumpblr#tramua#servant whump#servant#spilled wine#thismayormaynotbepetwhump-idk#whump writing#no comfort#rich whumper#wealthywhumper#thismanhasmoney#tramua whump#oc whump
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A king/queen/ruler finds out that one of their courtiers has kept and abused someone in their home, treating them like a prisoner/slave/pet. The king/queen/ruler immediately seizes the whumpee from this courtier and has them brought to their palace, as well as having the courtier arrested.
The king/queen/ruler feels terrible seeing the physical and mental state of this person and how they had been unaware of what their courtier was doing to them for so long, and so they take it upon themselves to care for Whumpee. Whumpee receives the best medical and psychological care available, is given their own bedroom and connected bathroom in the palace, new clothes ordered in by the king/queen/ruler, and is allowed to venture to and from the palace as they please.
The king/queen/ruler is mostly busy running the kingdom during the day and Whumpee needs some space for a while anyway. Having been whisked away from torture and torment with no end in sight on such short notice, only to be taken into a place that offers not only freedom, but the best of everything…takes some getting used to. The king/queen/ruler checks up on them in the evenings though and as Whumpee adjusts more to them and palace life, they move from eating on their own in their room to joining the king/queen/ruler for meals.
At first Whumpee was surprised that the most powerful person in the land would care about somebody like them, and felt meek in their presence. As they spend more time together and learn about one another though, their relationship evolves into a sort of friendship.
#whump meta#whump community#whumpee x caretaker#caretaker x whumpee#whump#whumpee#whumper#caretaker#royalty whump#royalty caretaker#royal caretaker#friendship#writing prompt#rags to riches
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Nate loves halloween!! 🎃
Ethan does not.
#idk have a doodle of the boys#i love them#nate and ethan#whumping the whumpers#nate is the kind of rich bitch who gives out full sized candy bars#oc sketch#oc doodle#i guess i can art if i try hard enough#i say that like this is half decent adskfsk
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Content warnings: blood-drinking, dehumanization, alcohol, self deprecation, and starvation. Please ask if you need any added.
Tokito ran his fingers over his ribs. All twenty-four were clearly defined, standing out against his pale skin. He was so hungry.
His fingers eventually moved their exploration to the muzzle that was keeping him from the nutrients he so desperately needed. He hated it, hated the gnawing in his gut, hated how desperation clouded his mind and made him act like the animal Wallace believed him to be.
“Do you remember what’s happening this evening?” were the words Wallace used to announce his presence. Before waiting for Tokito’s response that he did, in fact, remember what was happening that evening, and had been dreading it all week, Wallace answered his own question. “Of course you don’t. It’s okay, I know you’re just a dumb little pet. This evening I’m having a guest over for dinner, and you will be the entertainment. Do you think you can put on a show for her?”
Tokito curled his lips back in a sneer and growled.
“Ooh, feisty! Yes, that would be perfect.”
There was no real way for Tokito to win in this situation.
Wallace adjusted the place settings at his dining table, then moved on to do the same with the art on his walls. The busywork wasn’t doing much to soothe his nerves. Rich and powerful, the lady he’d be hosting was definitely one to impress. The fact that his place in high society was relatively new would make that difficult, but he was determined to do so, and his new pet could only make it easier.
The ringing of his doorbell startled him out of his nervous reverie. He left the painting alone to open the door, but doubled back a split second later to make one final adjustment to the frame’s tilt.
Satisfied, he took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and opened the door.
When Wallace dragged Tokito out to meet his guest, it was with a finger hooked around a strap of his muzzle, making the leather press against the back of his neck in a way that was sure to leave a mark. He showed him off like a proud owner at a dog show. He forced him to obey a series of commands, making sure to emphasize the fangs that jutted out past his lips.
At one point, Tokito’s eyes connected with those of Wallace’s guest. They were wide, and looked almost horrified. He wasn't surprised. That wasn’t exactly an unusual reaction for someone who was seeing a vampire for the first time.
Once Wallace had had his fun, he locked Tokito up in a spare room, leaving the key far out of reach yet tauntingly in sight.
When Edmée had received an invitation from Wallace, announcing that he had something he’d like to show her, she hadn’t exactly been sure what to expect. She’d always had a bad feeling about the man, but, with no proof to back it up, she’d shoved the feeling aside.
Well, she’d gotten the proof she wasn't looking for.
Wallace's big surprise turned out to be… a man he was holding captive? She wasn’t sure why he assumed that admitting that he’d committed a criminal offense would endear himself to her, and she wasn’t exactly fond of the implications.
She waited, playing nice and making idle chatter, until his mind and limbs were heavy with wine. At that point, she excused herself under the pretext of needing the restroom. The vampire was curled into a fetal position when she found him, as if he were trying to protect his stomach.
“Hello,” she said, crouching down on the floor opposite him. “My name is Edmée — maybe Wallace already told you that. I’m sorry that he’s been doing this to you; I’m sure you don’t deserve it. I can get you out of here, and you can stay the night at my house if you’d like. I’ve definitely got the room to spare.”
Tokito had no idea what was happening.
His eyes, clouded in equal parts suspicion and desperation, searched the woman in front of him for any clue. Eventually, desperation won over. He pulled himself to a standing position with great difficulty, given his weakened state and the fact that it wasn’t an action Wallace was particularly fond of. Standing but still hunched around his stomach, he made to follow her.
They had to walk past Wallace to get to the door, and yet he didn’t realize what was going on until they’d nearly passed him. “Hey, where you goin’?” he slurred. When he was met with no response, he forced himself to his feet, trying to catch up to them on unsteady legs. Mercifully, he tripped on air and fell hard. It was an odd experience for Tokito, seeing the man who’d held so much power over him be laid low by something as simple as wine — and, if he were being honest, a bit shameful. He’d really let himself be controlled by this?
Edmée pulled him into her car, buckled both of their seatbelts, and sped off. Once they were what she deemed a safe distance away, she pulled over. Turning to face him, she asked, “Do you want me to take the muzzle off?”
That was, for her sake, a terrible idea, but the hunger fogging his mind rendered him unable to say no. He nodded desperately.
Reaching over and taking a utility knife out from her glove compartment, she began to saw at the muzzle's leather strap, careful and excruciatingly slow.
The second he was free, he lunged forward, sinking his teeth into her neck. She stiffened at the — well, he’d call it unexpected contact, but really, what was she expecting?
Edmée, generally a fan of charity, had routinely given blood for a few years. She was used to the feeling, and expected her current experience to feel similar. She wasn’t exactly wrong. When she ran a hand down the vampire’s all-too-prominent spine, she felt him jump slightly at the touch, and then melt into it. She was distantly reminded of her pet cat.
Another benefit of her prior experience with blood being taken is that she knew to stop when she began to feel dizzy. It took a little time, given that she’d just eaten, but the lightheadedness was inevitable.
“I’m sorry, but I need a break,” she told him. He whined, but at her prodding pulled away with little resistance, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes. She leaned his seat back for him. “You can sleep now. Stay the night at my house, and we’ll figure the rest out in the morning.”
Tokito yawned like a cat, showing off his still-blood smeared fangs, and drifted off to sleep.
#i know this isn't great#i'm just getting used to this style of writing#vampire whumpee#human whumper#rich caretaker#pet whump#whump#caretaker talks#edmée#tokito#wallace
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△Oi, Kaden, how would you feel if Mathias sold you to someone else?
7/10, they’re fine with answering this one.
“I… I’m not sure,” Kaden mumbles after a long moment of hesitation. “He- well, you know. He can be real- really mean sometimes… but he can also be nice…”
The more they think about it, the more distressed they seem to grow. “If he sold me to- to someone nicer, then I guess I would… I would be okay with it. May- Maybe they wouldn’t have as much security, and I could eventually… you know…”
“But if it was- if it was someone worse, I wouldn’t want that. Mathias, he can be really generous sometimes. I guess- I wouldn’t want to risk it either way.”
They take another minute to straighten out their thoughts before continuing.
“I don’t think I’d feel good, if- if he did. I don’t know, he’s just- a lot lately, he’s talked about how much he… uh, how he loves me, and how I’m.. special, I guess? All the work he went through to keep me… I know it’s not really right to be thinking like that, but, I don’t know. It wouldn’t be good. It would just be easier to stay…”
#oops missed this ask#unofficial whump#conversations with kaden#red stained riches#oc interaction#interactive whump#manipulative whumper#creepy whumper#its me coal
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"Yes, yes, of course, money isn't everything. But do keep in mind that I could pay twenty different people to kill you just to watch them compete and see who does the job the fastest. Just for some entertainment. And it wouldn't hurt me."
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I think it’s bcuz ceos tend to be p corrupt in similar ways to whumpers
But that’s jus a theory
They certainly have the money for all of it!
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I’ve decided that Isha has two ‘scary’ dogs
a light haired chihuahua named bubblegum who is “trained” (decided to do it on her own because those little dogs never shut up) to bark up a storm the second anyone but Isha or her father gets near the door
And a large Rottweiler named Roger that was a gift from Isha’s father to be a guard dog, well trained to guard her, but is now old and rather plump. Preferring to lie around until Isha gives him the signal to attack (never)
…
Leo hates dogs
#Definitely not making her dad rich/both of them in higher class so that I can canonically give her whatever#i would never#whump#whumper#pigmentedrat
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BTHB chin grab request anon *Look at who i’ve created bc of you* /positive
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#rich/royal whumpers.....my beloved#holy/kind beings being cruel..... my adored....#diye speaks whump#faust tag#smoking#tw smoking#different note but I adore this picrew's randomize option#all i needed to do color wise was change his clothes#it makes such good color combos
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a thief caretaker who breaks into rich whumper's house looking for valuables but finds a tortured captive whumpee instead???????
possibly the most valuable treasure of all perhaps???
accidental caretaker. very nice. yes yes yes 😌
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Whumper is a rich aristocrat/king who bought whumpee as a form of entertainment or pleasure. They treat whumpee as a pet. Collaring them, putting them in a cage, training them to be their perfect little pretty thing. They show off whumpee to party guests as if they're their prized possession.
Whumpee starts off as defiant, but more of the punishments they endure for their defiance shape them into an obedient little dog. A pretty little thing. All for whumper. Only for whumper.
#whump#whumpblr#whump scenario#whump prompt#whump tropes#implied whump#whump idea#whump prompts#whumpee#whump trope#tropes#writing trope#writing tropes#character tropes#pet whump#obedient whumpee#whump writing#whump community#whumper
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Whump scenarios for a coffee shop AU:
inspired by this post
Tyrannical whumper boss who forces rookie whumpee barista into more and more illegal and abusive situations (your favorite flavor).
Rich business whumper takes a 'liking' to whumpee and hires them as their private barista-- a job that entails much more than making coffee.
Whumper baristas kidnap particularly annoying whumpee customers, and keep them in the basement of the coffee shop to torment as stress relief.
Feel free to add on!
#whump humpr#whumblr#whump#whump community#whump prompt#whump prompts#whump scenario#whump tropes#whump writing#whumpblr#whumpee#whumper#🔍⚔️#coffee shop au
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concept: rich whumper who puts out an ad for a regular whumpee. it's all perfectly consensual, all the terms laid out in a detailed contract, and the job pays a lot. whumper gets a surprising amount of applicants, but only one gets the job.
whumpee thinks they know what they're getting into. it's a good gig; it pays well, and it comes with the best healthcare - whumper wants to keep their little toy healthy, after all. whumpee thinks that knowing exactly how whumper will hurt them, exactly how long it will take, and that they'll be treated afterwards will lessen the pain.
it doesn't.
#whump#whump concept#whump scenario#whump prompt#not really sure how to tag this one#¯\_(ツ)_/¯#ziptalks
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You know what I want to see more of? Whumpees who didn’t get taken because they were vulnerable or Whumper thought they were cute or anything like that, but because they chose the wrong freaking target. Like, Whumpee tried to mug Whumper, and then Whumper decided to take them home and teach them proper behavior. Or Whumpee broke into a rich Whumper’s house to steal something, only to discover a torture dungeon basement and while they’re staring at it in shock they hear “you like?” behind them and they turn around and there’s Whumper.
Whumpee thinking they’ll win when they select their target only to realize too late that Whumper can be far more dangerous than Whumpee when they choose to be. Confidence turns to confusion turns to regret. As an added bonus Whumpee has to deal with a nagging feeling that they brought this horrible treatment upon themself, so maybe they really do deserve it.
Yes please.
#bitingitbitingitbitingit#whump#whump thoughts#whumpblr#whump scenario#whump community#my posts#my non writing posts
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