#stressed whumpee

[justbreakonme]

When the whumpee is so stressed that they just…snap and burst into laughter that soon turns to tears.

That’s my shit.

#whumpee #stress #hysterical whumpee #stressed whumpee #emotional breakdown #stress breakdown #laughter that turns to tears #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump tropes

[roblingoblin285]

Whumpee is terrified.

Caretaker is coming over today, and Whumpee is absolutely terrified.

They've spent the entire day cleaning, scrubbing down every surface to make sure everything is completely spotless. All of the carpets in the house have been vacuumed. The floor was swept, then mopped, then swept one more time. Whumpee must have spent nearly an hour lint-rolling dog hair off of their couches, but it paid off in a smooth and clean place to sit.

Whumpee's plants look watered and healthy. All of the food is laid out beautifully on the dining room table. All the windows are crystal clear. Everything is perfect, they reassure themselves, straightening a throw pillow for the fourth time. Everything looks great. Caretaker will love it.

Whumpee's heart nearly seizes when the doorbell rings, and they rush to do a quick check of themselves. Hair looks fine. Clothes are nice. Smile is pleasant, but not desperate. Their face betrays no sign of how utterly exhausted they are from cleaning and stressing out all day.

They open the door, beaming at Caretaker on their front porch. Whumpee gestures them inside, stomach turning over in anticipation as Caretaker shrugs off their coat and places their shoes neatly by the door.

"Wow, Whumpee, it's gorgeous in here."

Whumpee could collapse with relief.

#this is a little concept i had while stress cleaning because my favorite teacher is coming to my house #whump #kind of #this isn't really whump #writing #whump drabble #writing drabble #whumpee #caretaker #stress cleaning #worried whumpee #stressed whumpee

[the-baby-storyteller]

“You need to stop.” Caretaker stared humorlessly at Whumpee.

“Just give me one more minute.” They said, head hunched over the page, scribbling furiously, “I’ve almost got it.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with those people,” Caretaker flopped down onto the couch, shaking his head. “They work you to the bone and for what? It’s clearly not improving your work ability,” he said scornfully.

“You don’t understand.” They ignored him, intent upon their work until- “Aha!” They shouted, jumping up.

Caretaker raised an incredulous eyebrow at them from where he sat, taking in the scenery that was their state of being.

Ragged was the best word to describe them. They had a wide smile, somehow wildly triumphant, but it appeared unstable and half covered by the craggily, yet somehow still oily, hair that marred their entire face.

Enough was enough.

“I’m so goodatthis,” they slurred more than said, holding up the finished piece of paper drunkenly. “They’re going to be so happy.” They hiccuped, “I-I did it.”

Caretaker stood and gently took the piece of paper out of their hand and back onto the table before they crumpled it. “You need to rest.” He said, seriously.

“What?” They asked bewilderedly, “But I just got it! I just started doing it I have to do more now I have to get it all done-”

Caretaker put a hand on theirs. “Stop.” They hesitated.

“Breathe.” He said.

They inhaled.

“You need to rest.”

They stuttered on the exhale.

“You’re exhausted. I can tell you are even if you’re lying to yourself that you’re not. Even if you think you can keep going. You can’t.”

They stared up at him with wide eyes and began to shake. He took the hand he was holding and led it to his chest.

“Feel my breathing,” He said, drawing in an exaggerated breath. They tried to steady themself and copied the motion, chest heaving up and down in rhythm with his own.

“Good,” he praised, “Now do it again.”. They kept breathing in sync until he felt Whumpee’s muscles untense and their breathing steady.

“Good.” He repeated, slowly rubbing his thumb over her hand. They shuddered.

“I…I can’t -” They started to say quietly.

“Shh. It’s time to rest.” He said in a low voice before standing up and walking around then. In a smooth, swift motion, he reached out and swept Whumpee into a bridal carry, getting a gasp out of them, and started walking to the bedroom.

Caretaker felt them curl against his chest, tense at first, but as he walked he felt them loosen slowly until he looked down to find them asleep.

They deserved it. He looked back and the wreck of a workroom, papers strewn everywhere, half of the lightbulbs burnt out.

They would never be doing this again, Caretaker thought as he walked them slowly to go to sleep.

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[drowning-bones-whump]

Whumpee whose body is too used to being stressed. When their body isn’t stressed enough, their relaxed state is the trigger for their panic attacks. As such, whumpee can never truly relax and rest.

#whump #whumpee #whump scenario #whump ideas #emotional whump #panic attack #stressed whumpee

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee hitched a breath between their teeth. Their arms were bound above their head, their feet weren't touching the ground, their toes were barely skimming it.

"Pl-please.. hh... Put me d-down," Whumpee squirmed.

"And why should I do that?" Whumper crooned, tilting their head to the side.

"Be- Bec-... -ause it hurts!" Whumpee shouted. Cold iron bit their wrist when they moved. Whumper didn't seem anymore sympathetic; instead they sighed and got more comfortable in their seat.

"Yes... Sweetheart, that's what a punishment does."

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[cassieloveswhump]

Whump Prompt

Whumper tying Whumpee's legs together and their arms to their body behind their back, then looping a noose around their neck and tying it to their legs so they can't curl up/bend over without choking themselves. They can only stand straight/lie down while keeping their spine straight.

Now repeatedly push Whumpee to the floor and watch them hit the ground hard unable to break their fall with their hands, or kick them in torso area and watch them choke trying to curl up and protect their stomach.

#Whump #whump things #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumper #whump prompts #whumpee #stress position #tw beating

[cookies-and-coffee]

whump thought:

Being chained upside down! Suspended from the ceiling!

— a stress position (obviously)

— the flow of blood straight down to the head? Whumpee going in and out of consciousness because their body just shuts down due to the lack of circulation?

— Whumpee getting punished every time they pass out, and they have to stay conscious for a certain amount of time before they are allowed to be let down

— this position would make the Whumpee so fucking vulnerable, spread out and open to any wandering hands

— currently imagining that the chains around the ankles are too tight… long streaks of blood dripping down the calves, thighs, torso, chest, maybe even into the eyes?

— crimson staining the floor, and the black spots in Whumpee’s eyes prevent them from even seeing it

— the suspension could be for a multitude of reasons: Torture and/or interrogation??? Auctioning to be sold?? A sick form of art display? Punishment for disobedience? Simple entertainment??

— just imagine Whumpee swinging around, crying out for help to the people pushing and shoving their body like a funny chandelier that bleeds and begs

— a literal human punching bag

— also, if a person hangs too long upside down, they could literally die??

#whump #whump drabble #whump prompt #whumpee #whumper #torture whump #stress position #sadistic whumper #whump tropes

[whump-or-whatever]

Non-verbal Anxiety/Stress Indicators

For all those whumpees who try to hide how they're feeling from others or might not even realize themselves what they're feeling.

Wringing hands

Tapping/shaking foot or leg

Rubbing hand along leg or arm

Fidgeting with sleeve/zipper/loose string/etc.

Body-focused repetitive behaviours (twirling hair, biting nails, picking at skin, etc.)

Pacing/rocking/inability to sit still

Tapping fingers

Touching/rubbing face

Holding on to a comforting item

Darting eyes

Positioning oneself with back to wall/facing door

Looking around for potential exists/sources of danger

Staring unseeingly into the distance

Trying to make oneself seem smaller (slouching, crossed arms, curling up, leaning on something, etc.)

Angling body away from others

Avoiding eye contact

Tense facial features (clenched jaw, furrowed brow, pursed lips etc.)

Stiff body and posture

Cold hands/chills

Clammy hands/sweating

Numbness in extremities/chest pain

Being unresponsive/unable to speak

Quick shallow breathing/difficulty getting a full breath

Paler than usual complexion

Feel free to add any others y'all can think of!

#I should clarify that these behaviours don’t always indicate anxiety #and that anxiety manifest different for everyone #no one person is likely to display all of these signs #whump #anxiety whump #stress whump #mental health whump #emotional whump #anxious whumpee #whump idea #body focused repetitive behavior #whump prompt

[abhainnwhump]

Whumper traps Whumpee in a mechanism made up of wires, pulleys, and gears. They're forced into pretty poses where their arms are killing them and their legs feel like they will rip off any moment. Then Whumper will suddenly yank on one of the levers and Whumpee is forced into a new painful position that they're stuck in for even longer. They need physical therapy afterward since their body is so torn they can barely move.

#whump #whump writing #whump prompt #whump tropes #whumpblr #conditioned whumpee #stress position #robot whump #defiant whumpee #torture whump #whump scenario #sadistic whumper #whump aftermath #recovery whump

[whumpbees]

Whumpees in too small cages my Beloved <3

Make them scrunch in on themselves! No matter how they adjust they can't get comfortable- and sure, they Fit, but none of their limbs can stretch out. And than leave them in there for a while

#whump #honey posts #whump prompt #whumpee #stress positions #caged whumpee #cage whump

[chainandfeather]

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

#my stuff #whump #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump ideas #whump inspiration #whump prompts #whump scenario #tiny whumpee #tiny whump #stress position

[secretwhumplair]

Whump prompt XXIV

Whumpee as part of the table decor at wumper's dinner party. Hungry, and surrounded if not covered in food.

Bonus points:

Stress position, of course

Whumpee's not even tied up. They're just expected to stay in position for hours.

Hot serving plates placed on whumpee's body

"Accidentally" getting stabbed with serving forks

The guests making jokes and giving compliments to whumper over the decor, never acknowledging whumpee as a living person

Whumpee, of course, cannot leave without whumper's permission - too bad whumper is too busy long after the dinner itself is done with entertaining their guests; they might forget about whumpee by the end of it, and go to bed without letting them go, sleeping in nice and long the morning after the party

Whumpee in a dark dining room holding their position for the benefit of absolutely no one, still knowing they would be punished if they were caught moving

Still tormented by the scent of leftovers that no one would miss, yet knowing they'd be punished if they took any

Being punished the next day for not having cleared the table and done the dishes sooner

#whump #whump prompt #starvation #stress position #dehumanization #punishment #burning #stabbing #victim blaming #on my 'hungry whumpee and food' bullshit again #It Came To Me In A Dream

[witchy-shortcake]

Give me broke and unexperienced caretakers. Give me caretakers Who have multiple jobs and need to leave whumpee by themselves just to go to work. Give me caretakers Who feel guilty about feeding their whumpee frozen meals but it's the best they can afford (Bonus points if they have no time or skills for cooking and had been living like that on their own for a while before whumpee came but now that they need to care for someone else they finally realize how awful their living conditions were)

Give me caretakers Who barely know how to take care of themselves, let alone someone in such sorry state as whumpee but they still do their best to help them in anything they might need. Give me caretakers who come back from an exhausting shift, their patience already running dry and accidentaly snap at any minimal inconveniente, shouting, cursing and saying/doing things that they don't mean, then crying to themselves because whumpee deserves someone much better than them, someone that can be with them all day, provide them with new clothes and tasty homemade food, someone more mature and Who has all their sh!t together.

Give me caretakers Who are completely unprepared for adult life.

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[jordanstrophe]

A metal collar clamped around whumpee's neck. The cold bit at their throat, shivering whenever they shifted.

-Wich was difficult since it was chaining them to the floor, too short to stand up but long enough being on their knees was considered mercy.

#whump #whumpee #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump angst #restrained whumpee #stress position whump #shackles whump #collar whump #kidnap whump #kidnapped whumpee #kidnap prompt #collared whumpee

[kabie-whump]

How about another request, if you're up for it? 👀

Whumpee being kidnapped and used as bait for Caretaker. The kicker? Whumpee thinks it's not gonna work, since they and Caretaker got into a big argument before Whumpee was taken, to which Whumper reassures/taunts that Caretaker will come for Whumpee no matter what.

Then, to Whumpee's surprise and horror, Caretaker did come... and fell right into Whumper's trap trying to free Whumpee. 😈

-- @whumperofworlds

Of course pookie! :3 I'm just gonna continue what I wrote for u last time if u don't mind <3 (Just ignore the part where I said Ventis shows up on his own after a week lol)

Definitely ended up way longer than I intended teehee

Content: kidnapping, stress position + bondage, used as bait, child neglect mention, drug addiction + forced relapse, choking, blood, force feeding (not w food though cause ew)

~~~

Ventis takes stock of his condition. A cloth blindfold stretches across his eyes. His shoulders ache; unsurprising considering his hands are tied with a chain that stretches above him, forcing him to stand on his tip-toes to avoid putting too much pressure on his joints. Being unconscious in this position has probably fucked them up already. He much prefers when kidnappers tie him to chairs or leave him lying on the floor.

The next thing Ventis checks for is his magic. Sometimes he gets lucky and his kidnappers will forget to do anything to suppress it. Others will rely on the old-fashioned gag + blindfold + thoroughly bound hands method. And then there was his least favorite: anti-magic enchantments.

He's blindfolded but not gagged. That leaves two options. There's only one way to find out which situation he has found himself in.

Ventis steels himself, then tries to summon a simple lightning spell. As soon as the first draconic word leaves his mouth, pain shoots from the cuffs through his whole body. He cries out and his knees buckle, putting agonizing pressure on his shoulders until he recovers and goes back to balancing on his toes.

Definitely enchanted. Shit.

"Oh, you're awake." It's a woman's voice, coming from somewhere off to his left.

Ventis gasps for air as he takes note of the way her voice echoes. It sounds like they're inside, and it's far cooler than any building should be in the heat wave the city's been experiencing. He's either been taken somewhere very far away, or he's in a basement. Hopefully the latter.

"If it is ransom you seek, you took the wrong Riinturuth. Father will not pay for me."

Ventis has said those words so many times now that he wonders if there's some list of kidnappable nobles somewhere that he needs to get his name removed from. Just because he's the first son does not mean he's the favorite.

"Oh, I know. Don't worry. That's not what this is about."

That's... odd. "What do you mean?"

"Simple. You're going to help me capture the Ventura boy."

Onthyes. Fuck.

That's the thing about having an important father and being close with someone who also has an important father. Double the kidnapping risk. This scenario has only happened once before, and Onthyes appeared in no time and easily overpowered Ventis's captors.

It was kind of hot, if Ventis is being honest.

But that's not going to happen this time. Not after the argument they'd just had. Especially since Ventis had stated very clearly that he didn't want Onthyes protecting him from everything all the time. Oops.

"I will do no such thing."

"But you're already doing it." The woman's voice is just in front of him now. Ventis flinches away from her. "He knows where you are, and when he comes for you he'll be all mine."

"He will not come for me," Ventis assures her. "This is a waste of your time and mine."

Ventis yelps as an open hand strikes his cheek.

"Don't lie," the woman hisses. "I've been watching him. He's protective of you to a fault. He'll come."

"I did not- '' Ventis's words are cut off by a strong hand gripping his throat, making him squeak and choke, barely able to keep his weight on his toes. Claws prick at the delicate skin.

"He'll come," she says again. "And when he does I'm going to make you watch as I tear open his throat."

"No," Ventis chokes out. "Please. Don't hurt him."

The clawed hand releases its hold and Ventis gasps and coughs. His legs shake from the effort to stay up on his toes.

"Here, open your mouth. This'll make you shut up."

Something is pressed to Ventis's lips and he recognizes it immediately by the smooth texture and faintly sweet smell alone. Nightspill. The very same drug he had just fought to free himself from.

He seals his lips tightly, trying to turn his head away despite the urge to open up and accept his return to the blissful numbness the pill offered. He had worked so hard to get sober. Onthyes and Shayah had worked so hard to help him. He can't go back now.

The woman growls, "Stop being difficult," and digs her claws into Ventis's side. He can't help but scream, and she pushes the pill into his mouth and then covers it with her other hand so he can't spit it out. "Swallow," she demands.

Ventis sobs and shakes his head, trying to twist away from her but only succeeding at making his shoulders burn unbearably from the pull of the chains. She digs her claws deeper and pulls, slicing slowly through his skin.

The blindfold soaks up Ventis's tears as he continues to scream and sob and struggle while still doing everything in his power to resist the urge to swallow. The taste is familiar on his tongue. It's so tempting - it would definitely help to dull the pain he's in.

That one stray thought is all it takes. Ventis swallows before he even realizes what he's doing.

The claws retreat from is side and he can feel hot blood streaming down from the wound. The woman pries his teeth apart, searching his mouth with metallic tasting fingers to make sure the pill is really gone. Ventis tries to bite, but he's too slow and winds up snapping his jaw on nothing.

"There." Ventis's captor sounds entirely unbothered as she steps away. "Maybe that will help you calm down."

Ventis feels panic waking up somewhere deep in his stomach and struggling to fight its way to the surface, but it dies out before his heart rate can even begin to pick up. He's left feeling fuzzy and peaceful and devastated all at the same time.

"Now all we have to do is wait."

They wait for a long time. Ventis's legs shake uncontrollably. His hands go cold and tingly and then numb. The nightspill wants nothing more than to lull him to sleep but every time he starts to doze off he loses concentration on standing on his toes and a blinding pain in his shoulders rips him back to consciousness.

Onthyes isn't coming. Ventis wonders how long it'll take for his captor to realize that and just kill him.

Then- "Let him go!"

Ventis jolts. "Onthyes?" He croaks. That absolute idiot. Does he not know a setup when he sees one? "What are you doing? Get out of here!"

Armor clunks loudly as Onthyes runs up to him. A gloved hand touches his cheek, then pulls off the blindfold.

Ventis blinks spots out of his vision, everything slowly coming into focus as Onthyes fusses over him. "Run," he insists weakly. "Please."

Onthyes ignores him, his brow furrowed as he examines the chains. "I need to find the key. Hang in there."

An involuntary laugh bubbles out of Ventis. "Hah, hang? That is all I can do, my friend."

Onthyes just sighs and shakes his head as he turns away.

That's when Ventis's captor strikes. She emerges from a shadowy corner and pounces on Onthyes, all sharp claws and jagged teeth that barely fit behind her red lips.

Onthyes yelps and staggers backwards as she clings to his back, her claws searching for any holes in his armor. After finding nothing she turns her attention to pulling his hair so hard his head hits a nearby stone wall and he falls to one knee.

Pounding footfalls, followed by a battlecry and the appearance of a hulking half-orc woman - Shayah. "I told you to fucking wait for me," she yells as she rips Onthyes's attacker from his back and throws her across the room. She hits the opposite wall hard and goes still.

Onthyes rushes over to Ventis as Shayah retrieves the key to the cuffs. She barely has to reach to unlock them.

Even nightspill can't dull the pain that follows as Ventis finally lowers his arms and lands on flat feet for the first time in hours.

Sensation rushes back into his limbs and he screams. Onthyes is there to catch him when his knees buckle, holding him and whispering something along the lines of, "It's okay. You're okay. I've got you. I'm so sorry. Just breathe. You're okay."

When the pain finally recedes some Ventis is left gasping and trembling. He lets Onthyes lower him to the floor, too exhausted to support his own weight anymore. Shayah begins to check him over, using some scraps of fabric to stem the bleeding from the claw marks in his side.

She makes eye contact with Ventis, then pauses, a look of concern crossing her face. "Are you on something?" she asks softly, cupping his cheek.

Ventis gives a tired nod. "Nightspill. I'm sorry," he sobs. "I-I didn't want to. She made me."

"Shit," Shayah and Onthyes mutter at the same time.

"I'm sorry," Ventis repeats. "I tried. I really tried."

Onthyes brushes Ventis's hair from his sweaty forehead. "It's alright. We're not upset with you. We'll take care of you."

Onthyes's kind words don't help, not when the echoes of their argument from last night still haunt Ventis. "I-I thought you wouldn't come. After last night-"

"Last night's not important. I'll always come for you. Always. I..." Onthyes looks away, shaking his head. "I should've walked with you. I'm so sorry."

"Alright, boys." Shayah claps her hands, getting both of their attention. "You can wallow in guilt and pretend not to be in love with each other later. Let's get out of here."

"Right." Onthyes takes Ventis into his arms carefully and lifts him up, and Ventis finally nods off with his head lolling against Onthyes's shoulder.

~~~

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[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1165

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

The mounting stress catches up to the overworked team leader in the middle of a meeting. Still, they manage to continue. Hide the shakiness, keep talking like nothing is wrong, like their heart hasn't started pounding. Somehow they make it through the meeting, the team leaves and Leader has a moment alone. Except, one team member who noticed something was off heads back to check on Leader and finds them in the middle of an anxiety attack.

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