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blackrosesandwhump · 7 hours
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Whump Prompt 131
Write something inspired by this scene:
As caretaker rushes into the lab, the sight of whumpee laid out on the table stops them cold.
A large scalpel hovers over whumpee's chest, held in his own shaking hands.
"How--how did you get out of your cell?"
"I picked the lock." The tip of the scalpel lowers slightly, almost scraping his skin.
"You picked the... " caretaker repeats, disbelieving.
The blade lowers further, touching whumpee's bare chest. He leans his head back against the metal surface, face etched with desperation. A bead of blood grows and trickles down his ribs.
"I have to do this. Whumper won't want to experiment on me if I'm ruined."
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1dumpsterfire1 · 4 months
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give me more Whumper turned Caretaker.
give me Whumper who sees the error of their ways and feels immense guilt for what they did to Whumpee. give me Whumper who took things too far one day and was forced to ensure that Whumpee doesn't bleed out from their wounds and stays alive. give me Whumper cradling Whumpee in their arms and just watching them sleep after closing up their wounds and cleaning them up. give me Whumper tracing Whumpee's long healed scars and feeling their stomach drop when he remembers all of it.
give me Whumper who moves Whumpee from the basement to a new room, fully furnished and comfortable while they're asleep. give me Whumpee who wakes up in this unfamiliar territory and is immediately frightened but can't move much due to their wounds. Whumper is there to make them settle down.
give me Whumper who tries to make them eat something (some nutritious dish Whumpee has never had before and probably would've been denied if they asked). give me Whumper who dresses them in new clothes, the softest material he could find to make sure that Whumpee is comfy. give me Whumper who tries to urge Whumpee to explore more of the house (or yard) but Whumpee shakes their head and says no thank you, hoping that they'll be left alone.
give me Whumper who tries to make amends but Whumpee is too afraid to think that this new behaviour isn't anything more than one twisted joke; a trick, an excuse to punish them more. give me Whumper who tries to make Whumpee feel safe, who tries to restore the light in their eyes, but to absolutely no avail.
because every kind action they do is met with quiet resistance, with fearful eyes, with flinching, with shrunken shoulders, with lowered gazes and a bowed head.
give me Whumper stuck in this vicious cycle of being drowned by guilt while Whumpee is stuck waiting for more pain, for more punishments and is only met with affection that they don't know what to do with.
is that too much to ask?🫠
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whumptea · 2 months
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so sick and tired of people hating on lady whump. give me your lady whumpees slouching against a brick wall, drugged and dazed as they try to make their way home. give me girls covered in blood — whether it be their own or someone else’s. give me lady whumpees who thrash and scream and fight against their restraints. who spit poison at their captors. who cry and beg and plead and kick. i’m so goddamn tired of women in whump either always 1. being the whumper, or 2. being forced into these soft, docile stereotypes that prevent them from expressing anything but. give me more lady whumpees or give me death.
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blood-and-reblogs · 5 months
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aspens-writing-ideas · 5 months
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So, with NaNoWriMo in full swing, and unfortunately having already seen some examples of this, I just want to say:
If you see a Tumblr post by a disabled person talking about their disability, and they aren't specifically posting it as a prompt or writing resource, do not reblog it with tags like #whump inspo or start talking about your OCs. That is so, so fucking inappropriate and weird.
It's one thing to write about disabled characters, but it's not okay to take a post by a real person about their own experiences and make it about your OCs. Just don't.
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whumpbump · 3 months
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Immersion Therapy
Cw: noncon (nonsexual) touching, noncon drugging, mentions of PTSD, control by a big organization, forced immersion therapy, forced ABA, forced conversion therapy
Whumpee was diagnosed with PTSD and under the Caretaking Organization’s decision, Whumpee was to go through immersion therapy with their assigned Caretaker.
Whumpee’s immersion therapy was to sit on Caretaker’s lap for an hour, three times a week while being hugged to overcome their aversion to being touched and held.
Caretaker was given their orders and uncomfortable with the decision made, tried to gently explain to Whumpee what would be happening from the doorway of Whumpee’s room. Caretaker received an “Absolutely NOT” from the lump of blankets on the bed and with that, closed the door and reported back.
An injectable sedative was delivered to Caretaker’s doorstep within three hours.
Caretaker took a deep breath and called to Whumpee from the doorway.
“Whumpee? It’s time for immersion therapy. The sooner we do it, the sooner it’s over.”
The lump of blankets was silent. This was generally Whumpee’s way of saying no without having to verbalize. Typical avoidance behaviors like pretending they can’t hear or looking away so they can’t acknowledge by looking in Caretaker’s eyes that they’ve been told something.
Caretaker swallowed uncomfortably, knowing what was likely coming next.
“Whumpee, I’m giving you the chance to try it out before we move on to next steps.”
The lump was silent and seemed to become quieter if that was even possible.
Caretaker walked over to the blankets, pulled them back and quickly sunk the needle into exposed flesh. Whumpee looked up in surprise and horror as Caretaker pulled the needle away and clicked the safety cap on.
In an instant, Whumpee bolted for the door. Caretaker followed, concerned they would fall down the steps. Fortunately Caretaker was able to pass Whumpee on the stairs as they slowed significantly, cursing up a storm in slurred speech. When they did end up sliding towards the floor, Caretaker was there to catch them and scoop them up. Like a small child restrained by a parent during a tantrum, Whumpee huffed and cried as they tried to wiggle away from the offending arms.
Caretaker calmly sat them both on the couch and curled Whumpee into their body as their hour together started. Whumpee cried and cried. Caretaker cried too, knowing this was not therapeutic in any sense of the word and would only cause Whumpee to lose trust in them but they had their orders and would lose their job if they refused.
As they sat, Caretaker apologized profusely through their tears and explained they had to do this lest they lose their job and Whumpee end up with someone not as caring, only in it for the money. Whumpee understood this but was so overwhelmed by the touch and shock of being drugged that all they could do was make big ugly sobs into Caretaker’s shirt.
Caretaker wiped Whumpee’s tears and nose with a tissue and shushed them while rubbing small circles on their back, patting them, and rocking them intermittently. They felt Whumpee’s heart rate slow and Whumpee allowed the drugs to lull them to sleep. As they slept, Caretaker thought deeply about the events that had unfolded, leading them to this moment. Was it worth it to stay in the Organization if this was how they treated their patients?
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inky-the-artist · 1 year
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i am ALL DOWN for caretakers who are soft and gentle towards the whumpee, with all the hair brushing, back rubbing, the "you're okay"s and the "sweetheart"s, but then they go and beat the ever living shit out of a whumper
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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 2 years
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A Whumper who, in the eyes of a traumatized Whumpee, is a Caretaker compared to the absolutely horrendous treatment they had been subjected to prior to being kidnapped by them
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the-baby-storyteller · 8 months
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Chin lifts.
From Whumper to make Whumpee feel vulnerable. Weak. Like property. To remind them of their place and just how servile and pliant they are under Whumper’s control. Forcing them to lift their head, stretching their neck to the point of pain, in a show of cruel sadism as a wicked smile spreads across their lips.
From Caretaker to soothe Whumpee. To make them meet their eyes when they refuse. To check for illness or harm. Or tears. Maybe they smile when Whumpee’s gaze reaches their own. Perhaps they frown at what they see. Regardless, an intimate moment is created as Whumpee stares up at them, seeing the intemt strong within their eyes and feeling the firm unyielding grip of their hand, both whispering: “I’ve got you.”
Whumpee, the one having their chin lifted, feeling all too exposed with the near manhandling. For a Whumpee who’s main defense mechanism is hiding, not being able to cover their highly expressive face is a terror. A Whumpee who refuses to meet Whumper’s gaze out of spite. A Whumpee who buries their head in Caretakers chest when ill to hide the flush of their face or seek comfort.
Lift their chin.
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crowzwhump · 6 months
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Tw: Vampire Whump | Vampire Whumper | Kidnapping | Noncon Vampire Feeding | Stalking (let me know if I need to add any!)
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The city was bathed in the soft glow of the full autumns moon hung high in the sky, the soft glow of streetlights, casting long, eerie shadows across the empty sidewalks.
In this urban labyrinth, Whumpee, a young and unsuspecting individual, hurried through the narrow alleyways, unaware that they were being stalked by a predator of the darkest kind.
Whumper, a modern vampire with a taste for the thrill of the chase, had spotted Whumpee earlier in a bustling cafe, their heart racing as they sensed the sweet aroma of innocence that clung to their chosen prey.
As Whumpee turned the corner, they were startled to find themselves face to face with Whumper, who had been lurking in the shadows, just out of sight, now stepped into the dim light, a charming smile playing on their lips.
"Lost, are we?" Whumper purred, their voice as seductive as a siren's song.
They moved closer, their eyes locking onto Whumpee's, holding them in a captivating gaze.
Whumpee, disoriented and slightly flustered by the sudden encounter, stammered, "I… I wasn't expecting to run into anyone here."
The Whumper's smile widened.
"Well Fate has a funny way of bringing people together, Doesn't it?" they mused.
"In fact, I could use your help with something. You see, I'm looking for a particular place, and I seem to have lost my way. Would you be so kind as to assist me?"
Whumpee hesitated, their guard slowly lowering in the presence of the charismatic stranger.
"I suppose I could help you find your way," they replied cautiously.
Whumper's smile only grew, "Wonderful!" They said, "I do appreciate your kindness, truley."
As Whumpee turned their attention to giving directions, the Whumper's predatory instincts sharpened as the conversation continued, their words a hypnotic melody that dulled Whumpee's senses.
But as Whumpee's back was turned, Whumper finally saw their opportunity.
In a swift and shocking move, the vampire lunged forward, wrapping their cold, strong arms around Whumpee.
"W-what are you--!?" Whumpee gasped in surprise, the realization of their peril sinking in too late.
"You're too trusting, my dear," Whumper whispered, their breath sending shivers down Whumpee's spine. "But don't worry; I promise to make this encounter unforgettable."
Terror seized Whumpee's heart as they felt the fangs graze softly their neck, Their eyes widened while their breath quickening as panic set in.
"No, please, don't!" Whumpee begged, their voice quivering with fear. "I'll do anything, just let me go!"
"Anything, you say? How intriguing," Whumper purred, their grip tightening around Whumpee's trembling form pulling them closer against them. "But I'm afraid it's too late for negotiations, my dear."
Whumpee's breaths came in ragged gasps as they struggled to comprehend the nightmare they had been pulled into.
"What… what are you?" they stammered, tears welling up in their eyes.
The Whumper leaned in, their lips brushing against Whumpee's earlobe, sending a shiver of dread down their spine.
"I'm a creature of the night," Whumper hissed, their tone both seductive and menacing. "A vampire, if you will, and you, my dear, are about to become part of my world."
Tears streamed down Whumpee's face as they whispered, "P-please, there mm-must be another w-way. I don't ww-want to die."
The Whumper's eyes gleamed with an unholy hunger as they gazed into Whumpee's tear-filled eyes.
"Oh, you misunderstand me," They murmured. "I won't let you die. No, I intend to keep you alive, to make you my Blood Bag."
With a gentle but firm grip, Whumper lifted Whumpee's chin, exposing the pale, vulnerable curve of their throat while the moonlight danced upon the delicate skin, emphasizing the pulsing vein beneath.
As Whumpee's trembling body was held firmly in the Whumper's grasp, the vampire's fangs pierced their delicate skin.
A sharp, exquisite pain shot through Whumpee, followed by an intense sensation of pleasure that was impossible to resist.
Whumper's venomous saliva mixed with Whumpee's blood, igniting a euphoria that left them weak at the knees.
Whumper fed with a calculated rhythm, their lips pressed against the wound, their tongue dancing over the puncture marks, savoring every drop, and as the first drops of blood touched the their tongue, a shiver of pleasure coursed through their body.
Whumper's hand, cool and gentle, caressed Whumpee's cheek, guiding their face to the side to allow for better access to their throbbing vein.
The Vampire's tongue flicked over the wound, lapping up the crimson nectar that flowed from Whumpee's neck.
The taste was intoxicating, like the finest vintage wine, all while whumpee's heartbeat echoed in their ears, the rhythm of their life force lulling the Whumper into a hypnotic trance.
Time seemed to lose all meaning as Whumper fed, savoring every drop of precious life essence.
Whumpee's breaths grew shallow, and their vision blurred, the world around them fading into obscurity.
Finally, once Whumpee's body had grown frail and their breaths dangerously shallow, Whumper withdrew, their lips stained crimson.
They watched with a cruel satisfaction as Whumpee slumped forward, unconscious and utterly helpless.
With a predatory grace, Whumper gathered Whumpee's limp form into their arms their pulse had grown feeble, and their body had become a mere vessel, emptied of life.
Whumper's eyes glittered with triumph as they turned away from the moonlit alley, disappearing into the night with their newfound Blood Bag.
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chainandfeather · 4 days
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hm
You know those music boxes with the ballerina figures?
That but with a tiny whumpee having to hold a ballet pose as long as the music plays
Especially if they have to stand fully en pointe :) I know from experience that even holding demi pointe for a long time is torture
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blackrosesandwhump · 2 months
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Totally random idea that just popped into my head:
A human who sets up a contractual business with vampires as their bloodbag on call, able and willing (even eager) to feed them as the need arises.
Imagine a dim, fancy shop, all the windows curtained over or blacked out, and a smiling human who walks out of the shadows to greet the vampire that just showed up, starving, at their door.
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1dumpsterfire1 · 3 months
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I'm a sucker for Whumper growing more and more hopeless at the thought of ever earning Whumpee's trust.
Trying to get Whumpee out of the room or even to sleep on the bed is a challenge all on its own. Getting them to explore the house is a monumental task. Forget even stepping outside the house, that is absolutely unthinkable.
Whumpee doesn't want to get punished for rules they're aware of or unaware of. They don't want to play this game, whatever it is. They've endured enough and their wounds haven't even healed to even consider adding on to them.
But so far, Whumper has only been "asking" if they want to go to the fridge and pick out a snack. "Asking" if they want to come to the living room to pick a movie to watch with him. "Asking" if they want to see the bookshelf and maybe choose a book they might enjoy.
The answer's always been no.
Picking stuff, choosing things for enjoyment always came at a price. A very steep price. Whumper's demands have always been high and Whumpee can't afford to pay for anything anymore. So it's easier to sit in the corner and play with the little coin they've managed to keep when Whumper isn't looking.
Whumper tries his best to show that he really means no harm this time. That things have changed and that there's no more rules to follow and punishments to endure.
Whumper even tries to give old gifts from Whumpee's abandoned place. Old books, blankets, pictures, childhood toys, playing cards, diaries. Things that might make Whumpee reach out. Things that might make them smile, even just a little bit, even for just a second.
Instead, it only horrifies Whumpee. Seeing pieces of their old life, pieces of themselves that we're left behind when they were taken away. The scent of their old clothes and blankets and books bringing them back to simpler times and less frightful days.
It makes them even more afraid of Whumper now. Because he's known to taunt them with things like this. To make fun of their old hobbies and interests and destroy things right in front of them. Cruel in the way he talks down to them for what they used to like or do. Whumpee's stomach churns at the thought of him burning their old things, of their only traces to a past long forgotten.
So they don't reach for the items. They keep their hands to their chest, looking away from Whumper.
And it makes his heart sink. His hope bleeding dry and leaving an empty ache in his chest.
continuation of this
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whump-or-whatever · 2 years
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Whumpees with sleeping issues…
Slouched posture
Chugging coffee/energy drinks/using caffeine supplements
Bags under the eyes
Moving slowly
Zoning out/unfocused eyes
Getting frustrated/upset when they can’t fall asleep
Everyone asking whumpee “are you okay?” or telling them “you look exhausted”
Maybe they can’t sleep because they are anxious or overthinking
Or maybe they are scared to sleep because of bad dreams
Maybe on a subconscious level they just don’t feel like they deserve sleep so they stay awake to punish themself
Changes in mood and behaviour due to sleep deprivation
Getting confused easily or not thinking straight
At some point they just start falling asleep at random times throughout the day
Maybe they try sleeping pills and end up trapped in a bad dream
Maybe they refuse to take any pills and in an act of desperation caretaker slips them some anyway
Whumpee asks someone to knock them out so they will sleep peacefully
Maybe they need particular conditions to fall asleep, like a certain item, room temperature, light level, a person nearby, etc.
People getting up in the middle of the night to find whumpee still awake
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elisabethrosewrites · 16 days
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Gotta love it when Caretaker has gotten out of an abusive relationship, is settling in, meets their friend/lover and life seems good. Whumpee becomes their new everything, they can't imagine a life without them. It's all working so well. But Whumper can let that happen. He's been watching Caretaker, his Caretaker, fall in love (romantic or platonic) with Whumpee, now that just won't do. Not one bit.
Caretaker comes home one day and the apartment is just a little too quiet. They call out for Whumpee and hear a small thud. They round the corner into the living room. There's Whumpee... On their knees. And Whumper standing over them with a gun to their head.
"Welcome home sweetheart," Whumper says, a curl to his lips.
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whump-world · 6 months
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NSFWHUMPTOBER 2023
RULES
tag me. it's @whump-world. if you don't tag me, i won't be able to find your pieces. (then all my followers who are largely okay with nsfwhump won't be able to find your blog either!)
2. it can be as nsfw as you like. i will reblog all of it.
3. use this hash tags #nsfwhumptober2023
4. the prompts are just guidelines. take as much creative liberty as you need. the dialogue can be edited. the word prompts are for additional inspiration.
5. write out all the warnings at the start of your piece.
6. any kind of media is okay as long as it's on Tumblr. so art, writing, gifs, etc is a-okay.
7. reblog this if you're participating
PROMPTS
day 1: anything you like!!
day 3: "get on the table"
exhibitionism | punishment | humiliation
day 5: "were the pillows soft?"
noncon drugging | denial | creepy whumper
day 7: "love me. that's all i'm asking"
pet names | possessive whumper | defiant whumpee
day 9: "you don't understand how ravishing you look"
clothes | higher social status whumpee | restrained
day 11: "Shh.. unless you want it to hurt"
wax play | in public | pain
day 13: "smile at the camera, love"
anonymous whumper | voyeurism | stalker
day 15: "i'll do anything." "anything?"
sensory deprivation | mind break | isolation
day 17: "who- who is that?"
multiple whumpers | blinded whumpee | trafficking
day 19: "you only have one purpose"
toys | cockwarming | dehumanization
day 21: "the begging, the tears, gosh, the show you put on."
captivity | gaslighting | terror
day 23: "can i touch you here?"
weapons | noncon touch | bargaining
day 25: "you're tired, huh. sure, sitting there must be oh so tiring."
exhaustion | dubcon | somnophilia
day 27: "who do you want first?"
multiple whumpees | mind games | pet whump
day 29: "you can't go out like that. people already think you're a whore. no need to prove them right."
control | relationship whump | embarrassment
day 31: "why are you crying? you deserve worse."
villain whumpee | bondage | loss of power
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