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victimeyez · 8 months

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Prepare (Prologue to Lisa and Mark)

Professional//Victim pt.4

Caius prepares Tommy for his next client.

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CW: Captive whumpee, fuck it.. femboy Tommy, forced crossdressing, mention of intimate whumpers, restraints, shock collars, begging, cruel whumpers

Tommy’s room was probably not up to code.

It was a small room in the basement, barely bigger than his twin bed. The only semblance of a window was a short row of thick glass blocks at the top of the far wall. They couldn’t be seen through, and only let in a limited and filtered daylight.

The carpet was long worn out, the soft cushioning of the fibers ground into a tough mat. The clothing his captors provided was locked away from him in a trunk under the bed, and a rotting bookcase housed handfuls of random books. Bare wires hung from the unfinished ceiling and walls, smartly covered with a clear pane of plastic to keep them out of his reach.

He used to have one of those old TVs, the big boxy ones no one used anymore. All it got was the public channels, but he liked to keep it on, just to hear people talking. It was taken away after he scratched Caius, and now he only listened to the sounds of the house and the overhead pipes.

Either they had forgotten to give it back, or they still held it against him - it didn’t truly matter either way, if he asked he would be told no.

He was afforded a few CDs and an old walkman. It lay discarded next to him in bed - he knew what was coming and didn’t want to be taken by surprise. Sam had “cleared” him as his skin had been forced whole again, little trace left of the pain he had endured. Every single time. He stared at the waterstained ceiling and listened until there was the familiar sound of his door unlocking. Caius was the only one that ever came down here. He pulled the sheets over his head.

“You need to get dressed, we have a client tonight.”

Tommy knew. He had been stewing in his dread all day, hiding under the covers in his bed.

“What does this one want from me?” Tommy asked from under the blankets.

“Well… this one is a little more complicated. I’ll tell you about it in the car. But I need you to put this on.”

Tommy felt a very slight weight over his foot.

“It’s at the foot of your bed. I’m going to give you ten minutes to get dressed. I’ll be back, and then we gotta do some prep in the bathroom.”

Tommy peeked out from the covers at Caius.

“The bathroom?”

“The bathroom. Be ready within ten minutes. I’ll leave you to it.”

Caius padded out of the room, clicking the lock shut behind him.

It was nice to have a little space for once, instead of having to strip and dress in front of Caius, but it was hard to motivate himself to emerge from his cocoon. He stared at the clock until 5 minutes passed, and made himself sit up.

(Let’s just take it one step at a time… we’re just getting dressed and going for a car ride… )

It wasn’t very common for clients to request specific clothes, but it happened sometimes. A few wanted him to come in dress clothes. Others had wanted him to dress up for some kind of sick role play.

He grabbed the black fabric at the end of the bed and immediately realized why Caius had left.

The first item he held up was a mess of black leather straps. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it and tossed it to the side

The next item he pulled was a very long black sock - no, stocking.

He frantically shook out the rest of the costume to see what he was working with.

Head to toe, there was the strappy mess, a short black skater skirt, a black goddamn jockstrap, and black thigh-highs with elastic garters already attached.

Fetish gear. Bile rose in his throat.

(What the fuck are they gunna do to me?)

He glanced at the clock and saw he only had two minutes left.

(Empty your head. Just - put it on. Two minutes.)

The jockstrap was a cold faux-leather, but slipped on easily enough. He hardly felt more covered by the skirt, no matter how low he pulled it down his hips. He was so frustrated, so angry, but above all terrified of Caius coming to that door before he was dressed. He caught himself tearing up while he struggled to roll on the long socks. The elastic at the top sat snug enough on his thighs that they seemed to stay up, at least for now. (How the fuck do I put the straps on?!)

Three sharp warning knocks on the door.

The back of his neck felt hot, almost guilty, fearing punishment.

Caius opened the door to a tearful, wide-eyed Tommy on his bed, flushed red and a little short of breath. He had one hand on the hem of his skirt, trying to pull it flat out across his lap to shield him. The other grasped a fistful of the hopelessly tangled harness, pressed to his naked chest.

“Um, could you - can you help me with the-” He swallowed anxiously.

“-With this?”

Caius stared for a moment, unable to keep himself from cracking a grin.

“Yeah, sure.”

Tommy breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed somewhat, dropping the harness to his lap and lowering his gaze. He wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand self-consciously. He tried not to make eye contact with anyone anymore.

Caius kneeled on the bed beside him and took the harness, holding it up and starting to untangle parts to try to see how it would fit on.

“Is it Alice?” Tommy asked quietly.

Caius chuckled and buckled a part together.

“No, not today. I’m sure you won’t be free of her forever, but she hasn’t set up another booking yet.”

Tommy looked hard at his knees, and pushed the skirt in between his legs so they felt more like shorts. He didn’t feel as comforted as he had hoped.

“They’re new clients, a couple. They just want someone to play with Tommy, you can do it.”

“I don’t want to,” Tommy whispered, his throat thick.

“I know.”

Somehow it was so hard to admit it to Caius. But it wasn’t like he had anyone else he could confide in. Caius would tolerate a certain amount of complaining, but he had to watch his mouth and try to gauge the other man’s mood. Right now, it was just them in Tommy’s room, in the yellow haze of his old lamp.

He stared at the matted carpet while Caius dressed him, fastening him into the harness and adjusting the straps to fit him snugly. He was also put in his collar, locking the barbs under his skin.

“Do you want to see yourself in the mirror?”

“No,” Thomas answered quickly and curtly.

“What do we have to do in the bathroom?”

“Eh, Michelle wanted to take a shower, so we can do it in your bathroom. You showered?”

Tommy nodded.

“When?”

“Um, about an hour ago.”

Caius nodded and led him to the next room.

Tommy had a small bathroom beside his room, and they had sawed a doorway into the separating wall to give him access to it. The outer bathroom door had long been locked and walled over, and he wasn’t given a door between the two rooms.

There was only one lightbulb in the three-light strip above Tommy’s mirror, and the dim yellow glow gave the bathroom a perpetually dingy look.

Caius pointed to the closed toilet and sat down on the tub edge beside it. Tommy pulled his skirt straight and sat on the toilet cover.

Caius fished a couple tubes from his pocket, and gripped Tommy’s jaw in one hand, positioning him like a doll to look up at him head-on.

“Close your eyes.”

It made him very nervous to look at Caius’s face, so he gladly closed his eyes.

He felt something touch his lip and he jerked back, opening his eyes again.

“Hold still,” Caius ordered, and reached forwards to touch the applicator to his lips again. It was a little more gel-like than chapstick, and tingled like menthol.

“Does it hurt?” Caius asked, more out of curiosity than concern.

“It tingles,” Tommy said, “but it doesn’t hurt.”

“Close ‘em.”

Tommy closed his eyes again and felt something small and round start to trace his eyelids.

“I hadn’t heard of the lip stuff before, but it’s like a tinted gloss with bee venom in it, of all things.”

His eyes were circled a few times, and then Caius pressed fingers to his eyes and rubbed them until they started to water.

“Open.”

Tommy obeyed, and Caius studied each of his eyes carefully. He tried to look away, but it was impossible to get him out of eyesight with his face so close.

The next one Tommy recognized as a mascara wand, and it was applied in layered brush strokes until he thought his eyes had watered enough to rid him of the eyeliner.

“Stand.”

Caius stood with Tommy, and put two hands on his shoulders, guiding him to the counter and turning him to face the mirror.

“Not bad, huh?”

(…)

Tommy did look. His reddened eyes were framed with coal-black liner, a little smudged, but it looked intentional. His eyelashes looked long and separated, and his lips were full and pink.

It had been so long since he had actually looked at himself in the mirror. His face looked pale and gaunt. He didn’t recognize himself. Caius fixed his hair with a mild smile, and Tommy stared at the stranger before him.

“You look pretty cute, actually. You can wear a hoodie for the drive. You’d better take a bathroom break before we go, unless you want to show off your new skirt at some Ohio gas station.”

Tommy winced away from his reflection and shook his head, as if to shake off the thought Caius had offered. Caius chuckled and walked back into the bedroom, leaving him there.

“Clean yourself up. Five minutes max.”

When Tommy came out, Caius was sitting up at the head of his bed, flipping through the old book Tommy was working through for the umpteenth time. He bit back a flash of anger at the sight, the only semblance of ownership he had here casually being violated.

“This looks good.”

“You can borrow it if you like.”

Caius gave a little smirk and tossed it aside.

“Let’s roll.”

It was surprisingly cool out. Caius did give him a hoodie to pull on over the harness, but he still shivered while Caius unlocked the car and pushed him into the back seat. Even when it was just them on a drive, Tommy wasn’t allowed to sit up front, it was too conspicuous.

Since only Caius was attending him, he got collared and handcuffed to the car door. As Caius got situated, he heard the gentle click of the child locks activating.

Caius let the time pass without comment as they pulled out and made the usual drive out and onto the highway.

Tommy’s stomach hurt. It was early evening, and he hadn’t had any food since noon. He wasn’t allowed to eat for six hours prior to meeting with a client, or drink within four. They didn’t want him to puke when they did whatever they would do to him.

About an hour in, Caius finally spoke.

“We’ve got a little over two hours left, but I’m gonna prep you now.”

Tommy leaned his head against the window, already dreading whatever would unfold..

“Tonight is a celebration, okay? Their names are Lisa and Mark, and it’s their wedding anniversary.”

Caius didn’t have to look at Tommy’s face in the rearview mirror to know his disgust and anger, but he did anyway.

“Lucky for you, they like the feisty ones. So…go hog wild, I guess.”

(Lucky. Sam said something similar the other week. He could laugh if it didn't taste so goddamn bitter.)

“I’m gonna need you to put on a little show. Struggle a little, be a brat all you like, the works. But if you bring about any harm to them, if you so much as raise a hand, I will drop you.”

“What the fuck? They get off on me not wanting to play their game?!”

“Yeah, they do, and you’re going to play along. You’ve got two hours to get over it.”

Tommy was fuming. Caius spoke to him like a petulant child, as if he wasn’t a grown man being told to behave for his torturers. The feeling was so overwhelming while he was unable to do anything about it, and he struggled to separate himself from his impotent fury.

He shifted in the handcuffs, twisting his hands to grab the short chain looped through the inner handle. He grasped it as tight as he could and pulled. He knew the handle would never budge, but it felt good to strain and feel like he was trying something, anything. He held his breath and pulled until his arms were burning and his hands throbbed intensely where they were wrapped in the chain.

He finally relaxed and let go, slumping down in his seat while the blood started to rush back into his fingers. He tried to catch his breath evenly and quietly so Caius wouldn’t accuse him of throwing a fit. Every time the helplessness welled in his chest, he held his breath and pulled, until he was tired and hungry enough to doze off.

When the car rolled to a stop, Tommy was gripped with a renewed sense of doom. The walk from the car always felt like walking the plank.

(Breathe in 1, 2, 3, 4…)

Caius rolled down Tommy’s window, got out of the car and stretched.

(Hold it in 1, 2, 3, 4…)

Caius reached through the window to unlock Tommy’s cuffs, and pulled him out of the car.

(Breathe out 1, 2, 3, 4…)

His handcuffs are locked again, pinning his wrists together behind his back.

(Hold, 2, 3, 4…)

Caius guided him up to the door with a hand on his shoulder.

Tommy’s heart was pounding. Caius reached for the doorbell.

“Wait, wait.” He couldn’t put a hand out to stop him, but he took a small step into Caius’s space, and it surprised him enough to hesitate. He forced himself to look into Caius’s eyes, desperate to find some connection there.

“Please. Please don’t do this. We can get back in the car. We can just go home.”

He hated how small and pathetic his voice sounded when he begged. His throat grew thick as he began to tear up with desperation.

Caius had never heard Tommy call their place “home” before, only “the house”.

“Tommy.”

“Please Caius, please, just this once, please don’t make me go in there!”

Caius sighed.

“I can’t deal with the pain, the- the humiliation, this stupid outfit, I-”

“Tommy.” Caius silenced him with a thumb to his lips, his hands cradling his face, holding his gaze.

He spoke gently, softly, as if explaining something to a child.

“We sold your dignity five years ago. You have nothing left.”

The grief stuck in Tommy’s throat, rendering him unable to speak.

Caius reached out and pushed the doorbell with finality.

#captive whumpee #whump #professional victim #intimate whumpers #defiant whumpee #referenced noncon #sadistic whumper #forced crossdressing #femboy whumpee cuz fuck it we ball

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painsandconfusion · 2 years

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intimate whumpers?? (i think this one’s obvious but it’s stuck in my mind so-)

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Was that enough smiles? I think I skimped a little, but. Fuck I love intimate whumpers. Here, have a prompt:

Whumper brushing their fingertips over Whumpee's throat, squeezing so gently. They flicker into a little smirk when they feel just how fast Whumpee's pulse is fluttering under their fingertips.

#intimate whumpers #sand asks #prompt #noncon touch

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whumpycries · 2 years

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I absolutely love intimate, unpredictable whumpers. Whumpers who comfort whumpees after a torture session. Whumpees who don't know when their pleas of mercy will be answered and when not. Whumpees who can't hate their whumpers no matter how hard they try.

#whump #whumpers #whumpees #caretaker whumpers #intimate whumpers

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 5 months

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The Five Stages of Grief

Denial - "This can't be happening" // "I'm going to wake up any minute...it's only a nightmare..." // "None of this real, it can't be!" // "There's been a mistake!" // "They...they wouldn't leave me like this, they'll come rescue me, they will!"

Anger - "You can't do this to me!" // "Fuck you, you fucking psychopath!" // "I don't have to listen to you!" // "You're a goddamn coward!" // "Let me out of here so I can break your neck!" // "You'll be sorry when they come find me, creep!"

Bargaining - "Please, no, anything but that!" // "N-not the cattle prod, please, I'll do whatever you want!" // "No, don't hurt them! Hurt me instead, I can take it!" // "I'll let you touch me however you want just please don't use that!" // "I'll tell you whatever you want if you just let me go!"

Depression - "Do whatever you want, what's the point?" // "I don't think I have anything left to scream for you" // "Just kill me and get it over with" // "Just...just leave me alone..." // "Why are they taking so long to find me? Don't they care? Don't they love me?"

Acceptance - "I knew I deserved this..." // "I'll be good, I promise" // "I love you, too" // "They were never looking for me, were they?" // "Yes, sir/ma'am" // "What do you mean 'leave'? I can't leave, that's against the rules"

#whump #whump community #whumpee #whump scenario #whumper #whump ideas #implied whump #whump writing #whump prompt #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #defiant whumpee #carewhumper #whump prompts #whump dialogue

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fern-writes-whump · 9 months

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You know what? I don't give enough credit to comforting actions paired with violent ones. I'm not talking about after either, I mean soft touches while hurting whumpee

A knife in one hand and the other stroking whumpee's back

tying whumpee in an uncomfortable position and petting their hair

injecting a sedative/poison and singing a lullaby

putting a blade through whumpee while hugging them <3

a hand on their cheek and the other around their throat

#whump #whumpee #whump prompt #whump trope #whump scenario #caretaker #whumper #fern whumps #intimate whumper

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whump-mania · 20 days

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More Whumper Lines

In honor of my first Whumper lines post getting over 1,000 notes, here’s some more! And in some fun categories!

Tag me if you end up using any!

Playful/Cheery/Lighthearted

1. “Aw, that was cute. I almost felt that excuse for a punch. Why don’t you try again?”

2. “My favorite part is right before you lose consciousness.”

3. “Caretaker, you know how to do stitches, right? No? Oh well.”

4. “Hm. Your blood’s darker than the last one’s was.”

5. “Sounds like Whumpee’s having fun in there…would you like to go join them?”

Dark/Violent/Rough

1. “Get the fuck over here or I’m dragging you.”

2. “Look at me. Look at me while I hurt you.”

3. “Nothing you say is going to stop me. I have a job to do, and I don’t give a shit how it happens.”

4. “Don’t you get it? I’m not being careful. I want this to hurt you.”

5. “Stay still, you motherf—Stay STILL!”

Creepy/Intimate

1. “Come on, scream like you mean it…there we go. Much better.”

2. “It’s so cute when you fumble with your keys everyday when you come home.”

3. “Your pretty little screams are only for me to hear, understand?”

4. “It’s a shock to me that you’ve never considered modeling. I mean…red just looks so good on you.”

5. “Ah, you remember this scar, don’t you? The day we met…god, what I’d give to break you like that again.”

Reluctant/Hesitant

1. “Look, I’m—I’m sorry, I just need to get this over-with. Bite on this.”

2. “They’ll check for bruises. I have to.”

3. “I’m sorry, boss, I’ve…I’ve never done this before. I-I’m trying.”

4. “Don’t look at me like that when the others are here. Please. They’ll know I’m faking it.”

5. “I’m sorry, I had to say it—you know that’s not how I actually think of you, right?”

#whump #whump blog #whump community #whump writing #whump scenario #Whumper #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #sadistic whumper #reluctant whumper #whump lines #dialogue lines #tw stalking

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abhainnwhump · 4 months

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Whumper, ripping off the last page of their calendar and tossing it to Whumpee's feet: That's another year, darling. And not a single person has found you. Give up, because your friends already did.

#happy 2024 everyone #hopefully happy #this has been a wild and quick year #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump prompt #whump tropes #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #psychological whump #psychological torture #manipulative whumper #defiant whumpee

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whump-and-other-misfortunes · 5 months

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cw captive whumpee, injury, betrayal, tortured for information, intimate whumper

After hours of torture, of beatings, of sleep deprivation, Whumpee finally gives in. Coughing up a mouthful of blood onto the ground at Whumper’s feet, they beg, “S-stop, please. No more, I can’t—I'll tell you, I-I'll tell you everything.”

“You lasted longer than I thought.” Whumper crouches down in front of them, taking Whumpee’s chin in their hand and tilting their head up. Their expression is almost sympathetic as they take in Whumpee’s teary eyes and bruised face. “But it’s okay. It’ll all be over if you give me the information I need. And then, just think how nice it will be to finally rest. You can sleep in a real bed while your injuries heal.”

Whumpee doesn’t need any more convincing. They choke out the information through sobs, clinging to Whumper, and each heave of their chest sends pain shooting through their broken ribs. But it will be over soon—Whumpee doesn’t know why they even held out this long if they were just going to break anyway.

Whumper strokes their hair gently as they give up the secrets they were trained to die for. Endangering their team’s entire operation and perhaps their lives. But then again, it’s not like Whumpee’s team came to rescue them—as Whumper had reminded them countless times. And they were right.

“Good…that’s perfect, Whumpee,” Whumper praises after they’ve finished spilling every bit of information that had been requested, and then some. “Thanks to you, your team won’t stand a chance against me, now.”

A sense of relief washes over Whumpee. It's done—the suffering is finally over with. They want to sleep until the pain no longer clings to their bones and laces every movement. However, their relief is quickly replaced by a fresh bout of fear at the realization of what they’ve just done. “They’ll know it was me,” Whumpee whispers brokenly.

“Of course they will,” Whumper says, matter-of-fact. “And they will go looking for you. And if they find you, they will kill you.”

Whumpee shakes their head. “Worse,” they correct. “They’ll do so much worse than just kill me.”

A sharp pain shoots through their side and they groan, clutching at one of their wounds. Whumper gathers them into their arms before they collapse completely, and assures Whumpee, “That’s why you will be staying with me. In exchange for giving up the information I needed, you will be under my protection.”

Whumpee can’t possibly have heard them right. They must be delirious from the pain. “W-what?” they stammer. Everything is growing fuzzy, and now that they’re being held in Whumper’s arms, they just want to let their eyes fall shut and surrender to sleep.

The gentle fingers brushing back Whumpee’s hair lull them further into unconsciousness as Whumper murmurs, “I can’t just give you up now, sweetheart. I think you’d make a valuable addition to my team.”

Whumpee hums in agreement, not quite sure what they’re agreeing to, but if it means an end to the pain, they’ll do just about anything.

“You were never cut out for this line of work, were you?” Whumper says teasingly. They lift Whumpee in their arms and begin carrying them somewhere, but the gentle rocking motion of their steps eases Whumpee into sleep long before they find out where they’re being taken.

#whump #whumpblr #whump writing #intimate whumper #captive whumpee #tortured for information #emotional whump #physical whump #betrayal #requests open #future whumper turned caretaker perhaps?#interrogation whump #snippet

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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.

#kidnapped whumpee #whump #whumpee #whumper #whumper prompt #whump prompt #imprisoned whumpee #intimate whumper #possessive whumper #whump trope #whump scenario #whumplr #kidnap whump

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whumpitisthen · 5 months

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"Oh, you are so little. I could hold you in place with only one hand. Such a slender throat... I reckon you fit perfectly in my palm. You will behave, won't you? I am going to mark you. I want to see my fingers bruised into that lovely flesh. I want to feel you writhe and squirm under me. I want to watch you flinch away from my touch, and then I want to punish you for it. Then I want to listen to you cry, until you give up all of your tears for me.

Doesn't that sound nice? To be made mine this way? To scar you so deep you cannot help but fall apart? To belong to me so completely?

No? Well, I think it sounds wonderful. We will have to keep doing it over and over again. Bruises are not permanent, after all. Not unless I scar you instead. Would you rather I burn a ring into you? Melt a metal shackle around your neck? You only have to go through that once.

Haha. I thought so. Come here then. Let's see how easily you will bruise for me."

#whump #creepy whumper #my writing #whump writing #intimate whumper #whump prompt #sadistic whumper #choking #bruises #burning

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whumpasaurus101 · 5 months

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"Beg me," Whumper ordered, tracing the gun slowly up Whumpee's neck, relishing the shiver that followed, "Beg me like your life depends on it... oh wait, it does."

#whump #whumpee #whumper #intimate whumper #whump prompt #whump drabble #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #lee wrote something :o

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whumpdaydreamerx · 2 months

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Whumper forcing Whumpee to swallow something, whether it be a sedative, poison, maybe even the key to their own chains.

Whumper’s hand covering their mouth so they can’t spit it back out. Whumpee’s half lidded eyes pleading with Whumper as they maintain eye contact. Throat taut and Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as they struggle.

Clamping their eyes shut as they finally give in and whatever it is makes its way down to their stomach.

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redd956 · 6 months

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Characters Holding Each Other In Whump

This is my demand to see more characters holding each other in whump, but also my opportunity to go on about characters holding each other in whump.

I need more of it, it's so warm, and great when it's characters dependent and safe to one another. Or it's creepy and harrowing when it's between whumper and anything.

I need more of

Caretaker finally reaching whumpee, and pulling them to their chest. Now that they are within each other's arms Caretaker is not letting go.

Multiple whumpees who cannot see each other directly, but hear their voices and reach their hands just far enough to feel each other's touch. Maybe they're reaching out between cell bars, perhaps there's a hole in the walls of an enclosure, or an open slot to a lab. Either way, they've found a hand to hold.

A distraught whumpee crawling over to their only friend, and waiting to be pulled into someone's lap.

When a known threat (whumper) approaches and a protective character pulls another into their grasp to shield them.

Two shivering characters latched onto each other, removing as much space between themselves as possible. After all, what if someone separates them again?

Whumper holding whumpee from behind, swaying them back and forth, listening to the subtle sounds of fright.

Two words: Bridal Carry. Whumpee nuzzling their face into caretaker's chest for bonus points. For extra bonus points, latching onto to caretaker's clothing despite being carried.

Whumpee trying to escape from a whumper they've pummeled thoroughly, only for the half-conscious whumper to grab whumpee one last time. Is it a pleading? A don't go? Or just a final act of terror?

Caretaker sitting on the bed next to a whumpee, and bringing them into their grasp as they whimper.

#caretaker #caretaking #whump #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompt list #whump drabble #whump things #hurt/comfort #whump ideas #whump prompts #whump stuff #cw captivity #cw violence #creepy whumper #intimate caretaker #intimate whumper

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epiclamer · 1 month

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Part 2

“You’re finally awake~”

Sidekick barely registered the voice over the pounding of their heart in their head. They stretched their neck up to try and see whomever had tied them spread eagle to a bed, but could hardly get a glance from their restrained position.

Footsteps resounded through the room until they stopped somewhere near the foot of the bed. The hero-in-training gulped, they were terrified.

“W-Who are you?”

Their capturer huffed a laugh, stepping over to the side of the bed and into the sidekick’s view. “You’ve yet to meet me, darling. I’m a friend of your friend.”

The sidekick pursed their lips in an awkward frown, masking their unease. “By friend, you mean enemy… right?”

The other, presumably Villain (the sidekick guessed), smirked. “I guess you could say that.”

Hot sweat ran down the sidekick’s back and into the soft sheets below them, for some reason their whole body felt hot. Were they drugged? Truth serum-ed? Maybe even poisoned?

“You might have a concussion, I hit you quite hard over the head.” As if on queue, the sidekick felt a sudden sharp sting at the back of their head and for a sickening moment they realized the sweat coating their hair wasn’t actually sweat at all. “I didn’t think you’d be that easy to take down, if I’m being honest.”

The villain shrugged, somewhat amused as they watched the sidekick’s pale face distort in a mix of unresolved emotions. Eyeing their prisoner up and down from their jail cell of a bed with a look Sidekick had only ever been warned about by Hero before.

Sidekick’s mouth opened and closed, searching for something to say, toying with the idea of talking their way out of a torture session. “Y-You know, Hero is still out there. If you’re looking for them, I-I mean you just missed them—”

“Do they teach you to sell out your superiors immediately in hero school? Or is that just your own last ditch attempt to get away scott-free as a coward?”

Sidekick shut up. Villain had a point, they weren’t exactly painting the best picture for their reputation.

The villain grinned, leaning over the bed and placing a hand against the sidekick’s chest. They let their fingers wander as they spoke, “I will say though, coward or not, you sure are putting this body to waste working for that rat of a hero you call your mentor.”

Their second hand crept up along the sidekick’s torso and the criminal didn’t hesitate to begin slowly unbuttoning their dress shirt. Both of their eyes focused on the bits of skin that were carefully being revealed as they worked the lower buttons apart.

Sidekick’s breath hitched, was Villain seriously hitting on them? What were they doing? What was happening? None of Hero’s master classes could’ve prepared them for this moment.

The further down the villain’s hands went the more the sidekick’s heartbeat picked up. They convinced themselves it was because of the torture that was increasingly impending and not the fact that someone as breathtaking as the villain was, was stripping them down.

They began to struggle, pulling subtly—or so they thought—against their bonds, letting the burn from the rope digging into their skin distract them from the villain’s fingers exploring their body.

Pulling back the fabric of their button-up, Villain revealed the hero-in-training to their hungry eyes. Going straight to teasingly tracing their nails into the sidekick’s skin, relishing in their goosebumps and gasps.

“Sweetheart,” Villain’s eyes flicked to Sidekick’s, digging their nails into their fleshy shoulders hard enough to draw blood. “Don’t pull on the ropes, okay? I guarantee you that my knots are more than strong enough to hold, so be a dear and don’t hurt yourself any more than you already have.”

For some reason, Sidekick stopped, they didn’t fight back harder like they were taught. The villain’s eyes were entrancing and their voice was soft but stern, guiding the sidekick’s actions and thoughts with every word they spoke.

Hero had warned them of that.

Villain smiled, pleased with their captive as they continued their soft tracing of skin. Leaving behind angry, red, crescents on the sidekick’s shoulder in their wake. “Hero spoke of you, but they never mentioned how good you look… What a shame.”

Sidekick’s face burned a beet coloured red. “W-What?”

“Well, I would’ve kidnapped you a lot sooner if I had known~” Villain drawled as if it were obvious and Sidekick cursed their lucky genes.

“But enough chit chat,” the criminal brought their hands back to their sides. “Let’s get back to the real reason you’re here…”

And in a second the sidekick’s heart lurched into their throat at the ‘snap’ of switchblade flipping open.

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