#possessive whumper

[jordanstrophe]

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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"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]

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]

“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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[shshshquietnow]

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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[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

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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[montammil]

TW: Stalking, yandere whumper, kinda nsfw? really just suggestive, whumpee is just as batshit insane as whumper

...

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.

#answered ask #whump #yandere whumper #whumpee x whumper #whumper x whumpee #intimate whumper #possessive whumper #yandere whump #nsfwhump #tw stalking #mutual unhealthy obsession is one of my favorite tropes ever #if it can even be called a trope?? i don't know actually lol

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

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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[dresden-syndrome]

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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[unforgivenn]

"You see, this is what happens when you defy me. When you refuse to obey. You brought this upon yourself." Whumper sneered , prowling around the nearly unconscious whumpee, their gaze fixated on the blood staining the whumpee's face.

The whumper's voice dripped with satisfaction as they looked over the markings they'd left on the whumpee's battered form. Each bruise and cut a testament to their power and control.

"And now you'll learn your lesson, one gasping breath at a time. Remember this feeling, the desperation, the helplessness. It's all because of your own foolishness. You belong to me, every breath you take is mine to control. Don't you dare forget it."

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[jordanstrophe]

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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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!"

#bonus if remains of lipstick show or fierce hickeys #bonusbonus if whumper taught whumpee caretaker wouldn't want them anymore #whump #whump prompt #caretaker #feral caretaker #confused whumpee #intimate whumper #h/c #fluffy angst? #flogging and snogging #protective caretaker #possessive whumper #my prompts #my writing

[whumpshaped]

anon thank u i was halfway thru this when u sent it and i was thinking 'this would fit kinda well w the master prompt' (and i cant copy paste easily on phone hence the screenshot)

masterlist bingo card

tw vampire whumper, multiple whumpers, mind control, possessive whumper, almost kidnapped, murder

Beck couldn't explain it. He felt an absolutely overwhelming urge to go in the opposite direction to where his car was parked, right into the alley where Helle had reprimanded him for working overtime. He had no reason to go there except this weird gut feeling, this unreasonable need. He had to go. He had to be there.

"You'll do nicely," the man said in a low voice, and Beck was immediately drawn to him. Right, of course. He knew this man.

Master.

He wasn't even fully there when he dropped his bag and slid his coat down a little, then tugged the collar of his turleneck down. He was going to be fed on. He wanted to be fed on. He had no other reason for existing, after all. "Please, be gentle," he said quietly. "It still hurts."

"Still?" The vampire pushed him against the wall and took a good look at his neck, expression quickly souring. "Ah. Already taken, are you? But I can't exactly... sense anyone in that little head of yours. What's up with that?"

"Another vampire feeds on me every night," Beck said dutifully. "They never enthrall me."

"And you just... let them?"

"Yes," came another voice from the entrance of the alley, but Beck paid them no mind. He was there to feed the vampire. Nothing else mattered. "He does."

A second later, his mind suddenly cleared up. He let go of his sweater and quickly pulled his coat back on, staring at the strange vampire fearfully. Oh god. Oh god. Had he just been enthralled?

He followed the vampire's anxious gaze, spotting Helle walking towards the two of them. They seemed pissed.

"Helle," the vampire said with a forced smile. "Long time no see. I didn't know you were still in the area after Lady Marie–"

"Shut up."

He flinched and took a step back, and Beck pressed himself further against the wall. He didn't want to be in Helle's line of sight. Not when they seemed like they were about to commit atrocities.

"Don't– don't be like that. I didn't know this was your human! You should've marked him–"

"Every human here is mine. This is my territory — and you are intruding."

It was a trainwreck. Beck knew there was going to be blood, and a lot of it, but he couldn't take his eyes off the poor man. He couldn't even recognise Helle's behaviour. It was so far removed from all the stupid insults and playful teasing, or even the more vicious things they'd done to him. They looked murderous.

He couldn't tell which one of the vampires moved first. It was all a blur of fangs and knives, hissing and whimpering. Beck slid to the ground and curled up, burying his face between his knees and covering his head with his hands. None of those whimpers came from Helle, he knew that much.

When the man screamed, he moved his hands to cover his ears instead. There was no way to tune it out. One scream was followed by another, and another, until it abruptly stopped. Way too abruptly.

He didn't dare look up. He didn't dare move at all. He just sat there, crying, hoping it would all be over soon and he could go home.

Was the vampire dead?

Was he going to be punished for offering himself up?

Was Helle going to be mad at him like he had been at the vampire?

Someone gently touched his hand and he curled up even tighter, whimpering pitifully. "I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry, please d-don't hurt me... I didn't want to– I didn't want to, he enthralled me–" Slender fingers wrapped around both of his wrists, prying his hands away from his ears despite all his efforts.

"Hey," Helle said softly. "Are you okay?"

He glanced up, only to get startled by the copious amount of blood on them. The entire lower half of their face was covered in it, red and sticky and fresh. "N-no, no, no, please, please! I'm sorry, please, please don't hurt me, I'm sorry!" He tried to yank his hands out of their grip so he could hide behind them, but he didn't stand a chance. All he could do was weep and hope that Helle was feeling particularly merciful — a thought that seemed out of reach in light of everything that had just taken place.

"Beck. Beck. Hey." They squeezed his wrists, making him whine and eventually cease his struggling. He was gasping for air, staring at Helle like a deer in headlights. "You are alright. Nobody is going to hurt you. Hey. Listen to me."

"You're– blood, you're covered– you killed–"

"Oh." They let go, quickly wiping their face off with the back of their hands. "I forgot. Apologies." Beck kept his hands in the air where Helle had held them, afraid to move and potentially anger them. "I killed him because he was going to hurt you," they said afterwards. "Is that not a good thing?"

Killing? A good thing? "He was g-going to run away... he was, he was going to... to run... he wanted to run..."

Helle sighed. "He got inside your head. If I left him alive, or, as alive as he had been, you would have had to deal with the after-effects of that."

"For what, a week?" he squeaked. "You killed– you killed him! You killed him, you, you–"

"Okay, you are clearly not well enough to talk." Beck suddenly felt all the thoughts from his head slip away, leaving him relaxed and docile. "We should go home. Take a shower, maybe... we both need it."

~

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[whumpasaurus101]

"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...

#this is from my drafts #no clue if ive posted it already LMFAO #whump #whumpee #whumper #whump drabble #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #possessive whumper #yandeer whumper #lee wrote something :o

[cold1dead1eyes]

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!

#whump #whump writing #whump prompt #whump scenario #pet whumpee #possessive whumper #branding #lol im very passionate about this #can you tell #vince rambles

[shshshquietnow]

Something I definetly think is interesting is WINNING whumpees. In a game of poker or a game of chance or a bet or contest or something...

Of course in a game of whumpers vs. whumpers no one really CARES how whumpee is feeling, how tense it is, watching everyone and hoping they don't get certain people, trying to figure out who holds the pity or sympathy in their eyes, not sure WHO will win them but knowing whoever gets them will probably be terrible in their own way. Perhaps this is at a showy party and they're acting like another decoration, and maybe they get won earlier in the night, spending the party with their new owner.

But then there's also whumpers vs. caretaker/team. Whumper already has whumpee, so let's spice things up! Caretaker or team has to watch whumpee cringe and the color drain from their face every time whumper gets a point, having to sit there and play fair as whumper dangles whumpee in front of them... caretaker and/or team getting being mortified at the prospect of WINNING whumpee like they're some object, but having to use that language do whumper will let them play for a chance for them back at all.

And whumpee can't di a thing in either situation. In games of chance they're obviously helpless, but even in games of skill THEYRE not even the ones competing. Their fate is up to whoever is the best at a certain thing, who plays better cards in a game of poker, who calculates better in chess, or what have you.

Pet whumpees work very well for this, but I think tiny whumpees do too. Placing them on the table with all the poker chips, keeping them in a box by the other prizes, passing them around as different players take the lead... lots of potential.

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