#touchy Whumper

[auroragehenna]

Whumpee:

(shrieks) "Get your hands off me!"

#whump #whumpee #whumper #whump writing #creative writing #whump community #whump dialogue prompt #whump dialogue #whumper dialogue #whumper dialogue prompt #creepy whumper #creepy/intimate whumper #touchy whumper #/ #coping #trauma #torture trauma

[seetheothersideofparadise]

Give me a Whumpee who escaped from their Whumper and got them arrested. Over two years pass and they heal, they feel more like themselves again, until one day Whumpee is just leaving work when they see a news headline that makes their blood run cold.

Whumper escaped from prison.

Whumpee rushes home, ready to go on lockdown and hope that Whumper gets caught again soon or they may never leave their home. They get home, they start locking up the doors, but then there’s someone behind them, wrapping their arms around Whumpee as if greeting an old friend, and asking, “Did you miss me?”

Bonus points if Caretaker hears the news and rushes to Whumpee’s house, only to find the place ransacked, Whumpee missing, and a message written on the walls reading, “Too slow :)”

#Atlas Writes #whump prompt #creepy whumper #kidnapping #recapture #worried caretaker #scared whumpee #touchy whumper #escaped whumpee #recaptured whumpee

[ccieatchildren]

Scars

Shower steam filtered in through the open bathroom door, warming the bedroom and permeating the smell of soap in the air. They had been reapplying ointment, what little he had given them, to their still healing wounds and rebandaging them. Whumpee turned from their spot on the edge of the bed to watch as he walked in. There was a certain swagger to the way he carried himself that they despised. However, while Whumpee hadn’t been here for long, they had already learned not to engage with him if they didn’t have to– it wasn’t worth the risk– so Whumpee just stared.

A towel was slung low around his waist and his hair was still damp, leaving droplets of water in his wake. His half naked body was on full display, and Whumpee couldn’t stop from curiously analyzing each part of him. They typically didn’t get to see much of him due to clothing or dark lighting getting in the way, but now they could see the various scars littering his frame. 

There were two slash marks on his lower right abdomen that formed an uneven cross, a line of indented flesh that seemed to encircle his whole left bicep, a bullet wound sat right above on his shoulder, and on his right collarbone were four deep cuts, almost like claw marks. Whumpee hadn’t expected someone like him to have so many cicatrices, he was a simple researcher, and while they did get hurt sometimes, they typically were small cuts from broken glass or chemical burns. They had their own to confirm. Furthermore, normal villains usually had many more lesions and blemishes across their figures from many fights and powers going haywire. Though, he wasn’t like many normal archetypes anyway. 

Their train of thought was cut off by a deep chuckle. “Like what you see?” 

Whumpee blushed, glaring at him, and turning back to what they were initially doing. He continued to snigger at their embarrassment while they furiously tried to refocus on patching themself up. The thought of the line being cliché and overused made them feel a bit better, and they continued to bash him in their head to calm themself down as they worked. 

The rustling of a towel could be heard as he dried off his hair, sounding like a wet dog shaking itself dry. Then, they could hear him shuffling in the background, presumably fetching clothes from the closet. Whumpee tried to keep their gaze solely on what they were doing, but could no longer concentrate on their task. Having been caught staring, and him misinterpreting their attention, irritated them, but now they were even more curious. Forcing themself not to look, only made them want to look more. Whumpee cursed themself for having the self restraint of a five year old…

Slightly pivoting their head to peek at him again as he picked out his attire, they barely managed to stop themself from gasping at the sight. His back was still turned to them, and scrawled there was one of the most unsettling wounds they had ever seen. Along his upper back, spanning from the left shoulder to the right the word “BASTARD” was carved in large letters. The raised skin along his shoulder blades conveyed that the cut had healed long ago, but whoever had done it, made sure to slash deep enough so the mark would stay there forever. They had seen many things, from their own burnt skin melting off, to arms completely torn off, but the deliberately and aggressively engraved swear on his body disturbed them in a way they had never felt before.

Whumpee had never met anyone, villain or otherwise, who intentionally and methodically cut someone in a way that would leave them alive but always wearing a reminder of their experience. Especially in a way that exuded so much wrath and resentment. At least not until Whumper. They looked down at themself and the injuries that adorned their body. Was he using the same techniques on them that someone else had used on him? The thought made them shiver. Vigorously returning to their task, Whumpee swore to themself that they would not allow Whumper to scar them like he had been himself. 

— — — — —

“Just ask.”

Whumpee flinched. They had just finished one of their sessions and Whumper decided to patch them up afterwards this time. They would much rather do it themself, as his hands would always roam to places they didn’t need to, but Whumper would use better medicine whenever he played medic, and knew how to bind the wounds tighter than they ever could with their, now constantly, trembling fingers. They also weren’t allowed to say no to him.

“W-What?”

“I can practically hear the questions bouncing around in your head.” He suddenly pulled the bandage harshly, pulling a gasp out from them. “Not to mention the hole you’re burning into my back with your staring.” The hand on their middle considerably tightened, “it’s starting to piss me off, so ask.”

Whumpee contemplated his demand, unsure if he meant it or if it was just another one of his tricks, baiting them to make a mistake just so he could beat them again. But they could feel him getting agitated behind them, therefore they had to say something. However, Whumpee didn’t think asking him what was really on their mind would go over very well. They had to think of something quick, but, unfortunately, when it came to talking they didn’t work very well under pressure. So…

“How do you get your hair so sleek?” Whumpee wanted to smash themself over the head with a glass. This was the best their brain could come up with? Might as well say goodbye to a calm evening.

Whumper was still behind them, and they were already saying their prayers, until he barked out a laugh. “What?” The amusement pervaded his tone. “You have been ruminating for the past three days on how I do my hair?”

“… Yes.”

He continued to cackle behind them as Whumpee quietly panicked, hoping that was enough to quell him.

“Aww, that’s cute, darlin’. Didn’t know you still had the quips in you.” He took a moment to pretend to wipe a tear from his eye. “But I don’t think that’s what you’ve been thinkin’ about.” Arms locked around their waist, pulling them flush against him. A dark voice whispered in their ear, “Now, I’ve indulged your little game,” his arms constricted, pushing into their stomach, agitating their injuries, “letting you figure out the best way to approach this,” Whumpee looked away. “If I’m honest, it was quite nice to see you contemplate whether to ask me or not,” his voice grew smug, “it means you’re learning, becoming more obedient, which will only make things easier for the both of us in the future.” Whumper squeezed even further once again, and they groaned from the pain. “For that, I’m giving you an out. Be good and I’ll reward you. So,” he growled, “ask the damn question.”

Whumpee gulped. “Fine. Ju- Just let go,” they pushed at his arms, “it hurts.”

Whumper clutched them tighter. Whumpee could feel some of their wounds reopen under the pressure. “I’ll let go when you stop wasting my time.” 

“Okay, okay,” they wheezed. “I just wanted to know about the large scar on your back,” the ache was getting worse. “The one that says bas–.”

He abruptly let them go, allowing air to filter back into their system and dampening the pain to a dull throb. “I know the one.”

Whumpee froze, trying to suppress their oncoming coughing fit. They didn’t want to set him off when he was obviously very displeased. He curtly got up and headed for the door, leaving them with the final words,

“Do not bring it up again.”

Extra:

Fuck that motherfucking mothafucka. 

Whumpee wanted to punch something, they just did what he asked and now he’s mad at them, like it’s their fault.

Fuckin’ hate that fuckin’ kidnappin’ piece of shit. They continued to curse to themself as they finished the job Whumper brusquely left to them. Closing up the now open cuts, applying ointment, and finally bandaging them for the– hopefully– last time that day. Whumpee sighed to themself. Who were they kidding, he would ruin them again at night. But at least they had a new piece of information to exploit.

It may take a while, but they will escape from here and see everyone again.

#whump #whumblr #whumper #whumpee #possessive whumper #obsessive whumper #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #defiant whumpee #conditioned whumpee #whumper x whumpee #villain x hero #my writing #W #☡ #this one is serious and not #this is in whumpees early captivity so they aint that afraid of him yet #but they will learn ;-; #and we have hit a touchy subject for him O-O #might make a sequel explaining it #but it would probably be much later in the timeline #tbh idk yet

[natt-writes]

I love it when a touch starved whumpee gets captured by an extremely intimate whumper and is completely overwhelmed by the new sensations they are experiencing. They always wanted to be held, to be touched, to be loved and they know that Whumper is providing all these things, yet they are very uncomfortable due to it being Whumper that’s doing the touching. Or alternatively, a very intimate/touchy Whumpee gets captured by a cold and uncaring Whumper, having to adjust to not getting the affection they are used to in their everyday life along with Whumpers additional torture.

#whump ideas #touch starved #intimate whumper #whump writing #whump community #whump prompt #whumpblr #whumpee #whump #writers on tumblr #writers and poets

[the-bar-sinister]

Whumper who is very touch-starved and affectionate toward Whumpee. Whumper who doesn’t feel safe or comfortable touching someone who might be able to hurt them– physically or emotionally.

Repressed whumper who’s affectionate and touchy with whumpee because whumpee’s opinion of them doesn’t matter.

Whumper who’s affectionate and touchy with whumpee because they don’t have anyone else close to them in their life.

Whumper who brings a bound up whumpee to bed with them and cuddles them like a stuffed animal.

Whumper who touches and plays with whumpee’s hair.

Whumper who kisses whumpee softly on the face, or neck or other places even in the middle of doing other terrible things to them.

Whumper who forces whumpee to hold hands with them while they’re transporting whumpee.

Whumper who leans in and presses their face to whumpee’s face.

Whumper who casually and gently drags their fingers over whumpee’s skin, and cups their face, and pets them.

Whumper who smells whumpee’s hair and neck.

Whumper who puts their arm companionably around whumpee’s shoulders. 

Whumper who calls whumpee by all kinds of pet names.

Whumper who touches their forehead to whumpee’s forehead.

Whumper who feeds whumpee by hand.

Whumper who treats whumpee with so much affection that whumpee has no idea how to feel about it, or what their relationship even is.

#dark fic #darkfic #dead dove #whumblr #whump #whump dialogue #whump dynamics #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump tropes #whumpblr #whumpee #whumper #whumper pov #👑🍸

[whumping-valentine]

Sex/romance repulsed aroace whumpee × intimate touchy whumper send tweet

#whump #whump blog #whump community #whumpblr #whump things #whump prompt #my post #inspired by me being aspec and currently in a repulsed mood #if someone tried to touch me rn I'd knock their teeth out and cry I think

[whumpalicious08]

I really like (bear with me now, I don't know what it's called) physical position whump. Like, showing power dynamics through position. Let me explain;

TW : non/con touching in a <borderline?> sexual way

A bloodied, bruised, exhausted Whumpee kneeling in front of their Master/Whumper, legs spread wide and hands pressed to the cold ground in between them. Whumpee's hair falls forward as they lower their head, it frames their battered face. Whumper smiles, proud, and cups Whumpee's dirty cheek, uncharacteristically tender. "Good boy."

Touchy Whumper who pulls Whumpee so that their back is flush with Whumper's front; who pins their wrists behind the small of their back with one hand, while the other covers Whumpee's mouth a little too roughly. Whumper licks at the shell of their ear, and Whumpee's tears wet their fingers.

A Whumpee who's feverish/heavily injured/drugged shaking profusely on all fours in front of Whumper, breathing in shallow, ragged breaths. They lower their head, fight through the humiliation, the bile in their throat. "Please." Whumper's lips twist into a shark-like grin. "But you're so perfect like this."

A personal assassin whumpee is sat in front of the King's throne, back leant against the armrests. He's got one knee up, surveying the people in the throne room with dead eyes and deceptive nonchalance. Above him, the King smirks, fingers playing idly with Whumpee's hair. The members of the court are intimidated by his attack dog.

Also guys I am super open to requests! I'm thinking of writing more, I'm happy to write your request w/ either my original character(s) (I have some with bios) or one/some of your choosing!

#emotional whump #whump #whump fic #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump writing #whumpee #pet whump #kneeling #living weapon #hurt/no comfort

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee was often treated as a trophy by the whumper- a possession they showed off to guests to impress them. Whenever the whumper showed them to anyone, they’d get far too touchy with the whumpee, but it’s not like they could do anything about it without getting hurt, so they’re forced to stay calm.

#whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee #aramis stabs someone #whump prompts #whumper #captivity whump #intimate whumper #tw: noncon touching

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 27

"You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding" / Matches / Scars / "Let me see."

Whumper came home for a quick bite before continuing their nightly vampiric fun.

"Whumpee come here", they commanded, "Blood Bag, I need your neck", they yelled sarcastically.

Whumper quickly checked the rooms.

Their glowing eyes darkened in frustration. They slammed several doors on their way out of the house, managing to break a mirror.

Whumpee quickly darted through the night crowds. They interweaved with the drug users and the erotic dancers, anything they could do to mask their scent.

They tucked a few pieces of trash in their pockets and kept running.

They were about to round a corner when a foot came out of nowhere. Whumpee tripped and fell to the ground on their stomach. They gasped trying to catch their breath

"What are you doing?", a familiar voice asked as their hand reached down and grabbed a fist full of hair, and lifted Whumpee up.

Whumpee winced and quickly stood to their feet, following the direction their hair was being pulled.

"Please don't", Whumpee gasped, and reached for the person's wrist.

"Don't what, punish you?", the person pulled Whumpee's head to their own lips to whisper in their ear, "I give you freedom in my home, and you use that to run away. Do you want to be tied to the chair again? That will make you a lot easier for me to access, I don't have to let you be free in my house, I'm doing that to be nice."

"Please, I'm sorry", Whumpee winced as their hair was tugged around.

"We are going to walk home now, got it", Whumper hissed, "if you make a scene and draw attention to us, I will kill everyone there. That will be a lot of blood on your hands."

Whumper released their grip on Whumpee, "do I make myself clear."

"Yes", Whumpee was on the verge of tears.

"Walk then", Whumper pointed, then followed.

Whumpee whimpered as they both walked through the crowd of people. They kept their eyes to the ground, not wanting to put others in danger.

Once home, Whumper pushed Whumpee into a chair and tied them down.

"Please I won't run", Whumpee sobbed.

"It's almost morning, you'll sleep here so I know I won't have any surprises when I wake up", Whumper finished a knot.

"I come home to get a drink, and you're gone. I waste the rest of my night hunting you down", Whumper ranted, "I literally, just, you have everything you need. Food, water, clothes, everything you require. Your living condition is more than fair. Better than most blood slaves I've seen."

"It's not enough when you are forced to be a slave, and to be fed from", Whumpee glared at Whumper, "I don't want this life, I want my old life."

Whumper groaned and rubbed their face, "that life doesn't exist anymore, you sold yourself."

Whumpee looked down sadly.

"Exactly", Whumper crossed their arms, "you sold yourself, don't make me out to be the bad guy, I'm only trying to survive. You willingly signed your life away, and I paid for you."

Whumpee felt their eyes tear up. Unfortunately, that was the truth, and they hated every bit of it. They looked down at the floor.

Whumper rolled their eyes, "I'm sorry to bring up such a touchy subject, but you've really pissed me off tonight. Remember, I don't have to do nice things for you. I just have to keep you alive."

"Why do you then, you make that threat daily, why do you", Whumpee stated.

"Because I actually think about you and your needs", Whumper collapsed on the couch, "plus your blood doesn't taste good when your miserable."

"I'm sorry", Whumpee mumbled, "for running away."

Whumper sighed, "there's a start at least."

"Are you going to feed from me, ma-master?", Whumpee shook.

"Yes, though you smell like the streets, which isn't that appealing", Whumper sighed.

Whumper went behind Whumpee and pushed their hair to the side. Their neck was covered in scars from their feedings.

"I only need a little", Whumper stated before sinking their fangs into Whumpee's neck.

"Ymph", Whumpee grimaced as the fangs went into their skin. You never truly get used to that sensation.

Whumper took a few gulps, then sighed.

"Okay, I don't know what you walked through, but I need you to shower. *snif snif* gag, pronto... ", Whumper groaned, and held their nose, "you smell so bad."

"Oh", Whumpee tried to reach for their pockets, but remembered they were tied down, "I put some trash in my pockets to cover my scent."

"Really, you were that desperate", Whumper frowned, and reached for Whumpee's pockets, "am I that bad?"

"You are so disgusting", Whumper gagged when they pulled out the trash, "shower now, I'll dispose of this."

Whumpee couldn't hide a grin while Whumper untied them.

"I'm glad you're amused", Whumper complained.

"Whumper's one weakness, their senses are stronger than they should be", Whumpee rubbed their wrist.

"Tell me about it", Whumper carried the trash like it was the plague, "shower now, you can have breakfast after. We'll go to bed soon after that."

Whumpee hurried to the bathroom, quick enough not to see the broken glass on the floor.

They screamed as their bare foot flayed open.

Whumper came running.

They smelt the blood before they saw it.

"Shit, I must have broken the mirror when I was looking for you", Whumper hurried to lift Whumpee up and carry them into the bathroom, "let me see", he pulled Whumpee's foot into view.

Whumpee shook trying not to scream as Whumper licked the blood.

"Let's let my saliva do its thing. The bleeding should stop shortly, plus it's being disinfected", Whumper looked over the Whumpee's foot, "I'm glad no glass got stuck."

Whumpee sobbed, "it hurts, Whumper it really hurts."

"I-I know Whumpee, I'm sorry", Whumper looked at the foot again, "the bleeding is stopping so that good, we will have to keep it cleaned. Never say I don't do anything nice, because I just licked your nasty foot."

Whumpee gave a small smile as tears fell down their face, "I guess you won't have to worry about me running away for a while."

"I guess not", Whumper sighed, "I don't think you'll be walking around for a while. You got yourself pretty deep."

Whumpee whimpered, "I think my adrenaline is going down, im about to pass o...."

Whumper pulled them close as they went unconscious, "you lost more blood than I would have liked. Your body caught up with you."

Whumpee's smell migrated into Whumper's senses.

"I guess I'm giving you a bath", Whumper sighed, "there's no way I'm allowing you to smell like this", Whumper rested Whumpee on the bathroom floor, and went to prepare the tub, "a bath might help your body a little anyways."

Whumpee made small noises as Whumper cleaned them, and dressed them.

Whumpee woke up two hours later on the couch. They found a note by their hand.

"I went ahead and gave you a bath while you were unconscious. Your foot is cleaned and bandaged and should heal on its own. Try not to use it too much while I'm asleep, at least. I had to go to my coffin. I'll be up at the normal time. I left some snacks and drinks for you and some other things to entertain you so you wouldn't get up, so please rest. Lastly, I cleaned the glass and blood up, so hopefully no more accidents. I'll see you when the sun goes down, Whumper."

Whumpee reached for a snack and squirmed into the couch to get comfortable.

Their foot throbbed a little at the movements.

They winced, and wiped a stray tear.

"Pain in the neck", they sighed, "pun intended."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #no.3 #vampire whump #vampire whumper #oc #writing #blood #cut by glass #blood sucking #whump community #whump stuff #whump writing #whump ideas #whumpee #whump #whump scenario #whumper #caretaking

[seetheothersideofparadise]

Pretty Fangs: How Times Have Changed

An introduction to an ongoing series I’ll be doing! Pretty Fangs, a Series about a Human and his Pet Vampire

While both use He/Him, whenever the Human Whumper has the POV or refers to the Vampire Whumpee, he always uses It/Its in a dehumanizing way.

Tags for this part (I’ll do more for the whole series later) are: Vampire Whumpee, Pet Whump, Human Whumper, Obedient Whumpee, Chains, Worldbuilding, Affectionate Whumper, Whumper POV, Dehumanization, Semi-Institutionalized Pets, Touchy Whumper, Conditioning

— — —

Vampires were once considered ‘Creatures of the Night’ and something to be feared. It used to be dangerous to go out at night, even in groups. ‘Vampire’ was once a word that struck fear in the hearts of many.

Mathias now looks back at those days and chuckles softly to himself. So strange, to think that vampires had once been anything but pets or vermin.

Nowadays, the common vampire lives and is treated like nothing but a rat or stray. The city has been making an effort to clean up the streets recently, doing constant sweeps to round up any loose vampires on the streets and send them to local containment facilities, varying on just how feral they are. Places to keep them until they can either be properly trained to be put in pet shops, or picked up by trainees like Mathias himself.

Though, unlike most trainees, Mathias only takes on one at a time. Quality over quantity after all. People pay thousands for the kind of vampires he puts on the market, always so well trained but also lacking any lasting marks from said training. His vampires aren’t some common street rats but rather, the type you could enter in a show.

It’s been a long time since Mathias has ever wanted to keep one for himself but his most recent one? It’s bloomed so beautifully that he thinks he’ll keep it around.

It stands by his fireplace, in perfect form as always. Golden, padded chains begin at the jewel studded collar on its neck and run all the way down to its wrists. It’s hands are resting on its stomach, unable to stretch out fully even if it wanted to due to the limited length of the chains. Though, because of how the arm is positioned, the extra length of chain hangs loosely, giving it a nice J shaped loop.

Claw Caps cover the otherwise hideous nails with a soft rose gold color, and it’s long, white hair has been combed and straightened out. Brilliant red eyes stare straight ahead at the wall, not making eye contact since it’s not being addressed, just like how a good pet should act. And of course, luxury pet like this one has been outfitted with a frilled white shirt, a forest green ribbon, dark pants, and boots that make an audible ‘Clack’ wherever they walk. It’s important for Mathias to know it’s every move, even if he’s certain it won’t run from him. Not anymore.

It’s truly an exquisite thing. Mathias hasn’t been able to bring it out of the house when it was still in training but there’s a gala coming up soon. He could have it’s grand debut there, though many will be disappointed to hear it won’t be for sale. None of them will argue though, one look at his new vampire and they’ll all understand. White hair is rare in vampires after all, and with how pretty it is? Of course he couldn’t let it go.

Mathias’ eyes traces over every detail of his pet, admiring every bit of his work. It doesn’t react if it notices, continuing to stare ahead. Such a good pet, he thinks. It’s come so far from the skittish street rat he found before. He’s so very proud.

“Pearl?” Mathias addresses it at last. Immediately it snaps to attention, moving nothing other than its head and betraying no emotion on its face. His pride swells further and he beckons it. “Come. Sit next to me.”

Pearl obeys without question, swiftly and gracefully seating itself beside him. Mathias can’t stop smiling. He coos at it, reaching over and softly cupping it’s face. It’s eyes shut, leaning into the touch.

“Flawless.” Mathias traces his forefinger along its jawline. Gently, he tips it’s head upwards with only the one finger, getting no resistance as it bares its neck towards him. He traces further down before reaching its collar and giving it a slight tug. Sure enough, the collar is fastened tightly and doesn’t budge. Pearl doesn’t make any noise of protest like it used to.

“Such a good pet,” Mathias praises, “So good for me. I don’t know if you remember but you’ve come such a long way. Do you remember when I first brought you home? You wouldn’t let me touch you.”

“I was a bad pet then, Sir.” Pearl answers dutifully. It’s voice is a little gravely from not speaking for hours now, but Mathias doesn’t mind. He rather likes it, even. A confirmation of his pet’s obedience.

“You were.” Mathias murmurs in agreement. He brings his hand back up, tilting its head back down so it can look him in the eyes. “But you’re perfect now. I’m so proud of you.”

A purr rises from Pearl’s throat. Mathias laughs softly, cupping his face once again and watching the once ‘Creature of the Night’ nuzzle into his hand.

“This is what you’re meant to be.” Mathias tells it. “This is how all vampires should be. Did you know that some want you as servants? Bodyguards?” He rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. “Fools. You’re far too pretty to be any of those things. At most, you should fetch things, but you’re not meant for anything heavy duty. You look so pretty in fine clothes. You purr. You’re meant to be a pet, through and through.”

Pearl purrs again, in agreement this time.

Mathias hums to himself. “Look how much happier you are. You were so scared when I brought you in, fresh off the streets. Dirty, starving, helpless— vampires need someone to take care of them. They wouldn’t attack anyone if they did. The streets could be clean and vampires could be safe, happy, and never have to think again.”

He slowly rubs his thumb against Pearl’s cheek, only strengthening the happy purrs. It’s like puddy in his hands.

“You’re far too pretty to think,” Mathias tells it, “Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Sir.” Pearl agrees without question, too enthralled by his touch. It looks nothing short like a happy cat, finally getting a little tender loving care after years of being denied it. It saddens Mathias to think about it. All the vampires who need kind owners like him.

But he’ll change that soon enough. He has some real authority in the city, people listen to him. It’s only a matter of speeding up the process.

— — —

Anddd that’s the intro for this story! Hopefully it’ll at least give you a good idea of the general world and the main whumpee and whumper. More plot will be revealed later, I got big ideas for this one! Hope you guys liked it, tell me if I need to tag anything that I forgot!

#Atlas Writes #Pretty Fangs Series #pet whump #whump #whumpblr #vampire Whumpee #Pet Vampire #Human Whumper #chains #obedient whumpee #affectionate whumper #touchy Whumper #dehumanization #institutionalized pets #Conditioning

[lusteuoush]

Whumps

Some Whump ideas I absolutely loveeeeeee

Drugged Whumpees. Not just for gross things but the way they act. Heads so heavy they can’t keep it up right and have no choice but to rest it on the other, weak knees, head lolling. The feeling they’re drugged but can’t do anything about it. Trying to fight off Whumper but too weak to do so.

2. Creepy Whumper. Not all sexual either. Caressing cheeks. Cooing at them, calling them names. Little pet names. Very touchy. Hands on knees, on their jaw, their lips, their thighs. Running their fingers over them gently enough to raise goosebumps. Things like that.

3. Torture. Now only to a certain extent. Electrocution, water boarding, having them hang down from the ceiling, hangings, strangling. Freezing (not to death) Hand marks, leaving them everywhere. Digging nails into the skin. The ribs. Hitting, kicking, digging nails into, stepping on.

4. Choking. I love the struggle. The gasps, the little gasps. Hands fighting. Digging nails trying to get free. They can not, alas. Kicking feet, mouth open and closing. Little whimpers, gasps. Pleading. God I love it.

#writing #whump #angst #whump writing #whumpee #whump scenario #yes

[whumpshaped]

concept: whumpee with a shock collar, except whumper uses it to program them into being affectionate and touchy and “sweet” until whumpee is terrified at a lack of physical touch and clings to whumper like they’ll die the second they let go. <3

and maybe if/when they get out of there, they’re shaking the whole time because whumper isn’t there to touch them!! and whumpee can’t ask caretaker to do it in their stead because good pets don’t ask for things. good pets sit there and take it. as they deserve.

- 🎉

tw conditioning, shock collar, electrocution, captivity, pet whump, intimate whumper, muzzled, dehumanisation

“Come on, sweet. I’m not asking for a lot here.”

Whumpee glared up at their captor, the muzzle making it impossible to cuss them out. They weren’t going to lay their head in that demon’s lap. No fucking chance.

“Nothing bad would happen to you,” they went on. “I would pet your hair, maybe, because I don’t think I can stand not to. But other than that? Nothing at all.”

Whumpee braced themself for the shock. They could withstand it. They had, for at least five times now. It wasn’t that bad.

“Okay, just one more thing, and then I’ll shut up and just shock you some more.” Whumper raised the remote, showing Whumpee the buttons. “You know there are multiple levels to this, right? And that you’re on level one right now?”

Okay. That… that didn’t cross their mind. Whumper must’ve seen their surprise, because they gave them a few more moments to consider their choice. When they didn’t comply, they sighed and turned it up a notch.

“Suit yourself.”

-

Whumpee had been glued to Caretaker’s side ever since the rescue. They were a shivery, trembling mess, babbling incoherently about how they needed Master, how they couldn’t go to prison, because they needed them, needed to be there in their lap, and at their feet, and in their bed, and under their desk. Wherever. It didn’t matter, so long as they got to touch them.

Caretaker let them babble, gently petting their hair whenever they broke down crying. It wasn’t the same. Caretaker didn’t have the remote. The collar wasn’t even around their neck anymore, not really, but they could feel it, the memory of the prongs digging into their skin and promising pain beyond comprehension.

They didn’t let Caretaker go anywhere without them. They were the clingiest pet, just as they’d been taught, and progress was very slow with all the panic attacks they’d been having whenever Caretaker tried to push them a little.

There was no collar to train them. No Master to tell them what was right and wrong. Only the maddening uncertainty of ‘I don’t know, Whumpee, I really think we should try again’.

They rubbed their bare neck, watching helplessly as Caretaker took a few steps away from their bed. They were cautious and slow, constantly murmuring praise as they went. They didn’t get to the door before Whumpee jumped out of bed and ran after them, collapsing at their feet in a sobbing, apologetic heap.

#asks #party anon #whump #whump drabble #conditioning #shock collar #electrocution #captivity #pet whump #intimate whumper #muzzled #dehumanisation #recovery fic

[auroragehenna]

Whump drabble

CW/TW: Hero whumpee, touchy whumper (SFW), reckless behavior, messed up dynamics, implied further whump Word count: 277

Hero stumbled up the steps of the stairs, barely holding on. He just needed to reach the doorbell. He had to-

The sharp ring of the doorbell overtuned his pained groans. Footsteps sounded from the other side of the the door and shortly after it swung open. Revealing an all too familiar woman standing in the doorway, inspecting him through cold eyes.

„I-Didn‘t know where else to go-“, hero groaned out, finally collapsing.

„Aww. No of course you didn‘t.“-The woman crouches down, clasping hero’s jaw and lifting his weak head. You must have been oh so truly desperate to come to me.“ She smiles, nails now digging into the others skin. She stands up, forcing him to follow her up and stand on shaky, weak legs. The woman's hand moving from hero's jaw to his throat. Squeezing but not really cutting off the airflow. Yet. „And you always fight with a devil may care attitude against Supervillain and the other villains. Always swinging because you know they're not the scariest thing that's out there. And yet“-she catches the hero's wrist-„You come crawling back to me. Injured, scared and alone. You're so perfect, little hero. Now let's get you inside, I should take care of those wounds before I do anything else, don't you think?“ Her hand slips off their throat, finally allowing him to draw a full breath again. Fingers travelling down his collarbone, over his shoulder and down his bare arm and she can feel him shudder under her touch as she pulls him inside, closing the door. She turns the key in the lock and then pulls it out, letting it dissapear into a pocket.

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @bisexuawolfsalt, @greatkittencloud, @shattermind-8

#yk what I'm just gonna post this now! #whump #whumpee #whump writing #coping #trauma #whump community #jayna's writing #woman in whump #lady whump #female whumper #hero whump #hero whumpee #intimate whumper #intimate/creepy whumper #hero villain whump #implied whump #male whumpee

[clickerflight]

The Lion and the Mouse - Part 1

Masterlist

I remember reading asops fables as a kid and reading the lion and the mouse. I remember being disappointed that they didn't linger on either of the character's capture. Anyways, this one is inspired by all of the hero villain whump I like to read, Lion and the mouse, and I wanted to try my hand at tiny whump.

Content: There's some heavy stuff here. Tiny whumpee, creepy whumper, temporary character death (twice), strangulation, broken neck, reference to past deaths, hoping for permadeath, non sexual nudity, dehumanization. There will be a happy ending at the end of all this.

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Vigil hated taking commissions, but he had to. If he didn’t he’d be moved from a vigilante classification into a Hero classification, and the paperwork and hoops heroes had to deal with were all too annoying for Vigil to get into. Instead, he did the bare minimum of accepting a commission once every three months and got it over with as quickly as possible. Easy jobs. Sneaking in and getting some information the heroes couldn’t get, bagging a criminal with slightly less moral techniques so the heroes could keep their image. That sort of stuff. 

Of course, this time, Vigil put off taking a commission until he had to take literally whatever came his way next, and of course it had to be this stupid team for a long term deal. 

The team consisted of five heroes, and all of them, from the leader down to the sidekicks, were all pretentious and ‘righteous’. Pompous hypocrites, the lot of them. Vigil wished he had someone he could have taken with him for all of this. He had heard of the kinds of things they did to the villains they were supposed to rehabilitate, and while he was a part of the Eastern Vigilante Union and they’d keep an eye out for him, it still made him very nervous. Florence never came back the same. Vigil heard that he was still camped out in the forest outside the cities where he hoped the heroes wouldn’t find him again. Gave up the whole villain thing, sure, but at what price.

Vigil got his visitor’s badge from the secretary and headed on up. He was wearing some of his suit, unable to convince himself to leave it behind. Which of course got a comment immediately. 

“Hey, Vigil. Nice outfit. You do realize today is just a planning meeting, right?” Nautilus said as he caught up with Vigil in the hallway. 

Vigil rolled his eyes. Nautilus was one of the heroes he didn’t hate outright, but he was still an arrogant pain in the backside.

“Doesn’t matter,” Vigil replied, sweeping down the hall at a pace that forced Nautilus to rush to catch up. 

“Touchy! What’s got your panties in a twist?”

Vigil decided not to respond to that, simply turning to enter the conference room where the leader of the team, Technical, waited for him. There was a young hero sitting next to him, a sidekick or apprentice Vigil didn’t know the name of yet. 

“Morning, Vigil,” Technical said, raising an eyebrow at him. “Expecting an attack today?”

Vigil sighed and sat down in the office chair. “I’m dressed down, I'll have you know.”

Nautilus snorted and took another chair. After a minute or two of silence, the others came in. 

The heroes all sat down and the briefing began. 

It was going to be a long mission. One with lots of stake outs and figuring out who was in charge of a syndicate of people who were trading in illegal goods. 

“You should be able to handle it, right Vigil?” Leshy said, looking the vigilante up and down doubtfully. 

Vigil sighed heavily. “You’re the one who commissioned me, okay?” 

Just imagine the money at the end of this. Long missions means big rewards. Long missions means big rewards. 

Vigil repeated that silently in his head every time he got a strange look or snide comment. That was, until he heard something strange behind him. 

He turned to find it, ever alert to danger. Behind him was a countertop, and there was a sturdy looking box there with holes along the bottom. Something flesh colored was pressed against the holes, just barely visible. 

The others looked where he was watching as well, Technical clearing his throat a little to try and get his attention again. “Don’t mind that.”

The sound came again and Vigil recognized it as a groan, though much higher pitched than he was used to. “What is that?” he asked, turning back to Technical. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Technical replied firmly. “Leshy, would you?”

“Yeah,” and with that, Leshy stood up and took the box out of the room. 

…………………………………

Vigil didn’t see the box again until after a couple of missions where they hunted down goons and figured out who was their boss and then found those people’s bosses and so on. He was waiting in Leshy’s personal office, working on some paperwork when he noticed something. There was a faint spot on one of the papers on the desk. On a hunch, Vigil looked around and pulled out his light that would make dried bodily fluids shine. Sure enough, there was splatter everywhere. All over the desk, on the walls, on the floor, on every counter. 

Vigil stood up, feeling unclean even just standing in the room. He turned and spotted, on top of a cabinet, the box. It glowed in the light and, as he watched, something poked out of the hole. It took him a moment to recognize it for what it was, but after a moment, he realized it was a very small finger. 

Vigil didn’t really think. He just left, leaving the unfinished paperwork sitting on Leshy’s desk behind him. 

Vigil couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat, he couldn’t understand. All he could think about was that tiny finger, proportioned like an adult’s, poking out through a hole in a box. He felt like he was going to be sick all of the time. 

Especially when he saw that box. Apparently everyone except the youngest traded it around like it was some school pet that needed to be watched over on the weekends. Vigil couldn’t stand to look at it when it came out, especially knowing that there was something living in it. 

So, like a coward, he ignored it. 

……………………..

Kai curled up in the box, leaning his face on his knees. He was getting too big for the box again. He shuddered, feeling his spine brush the side. He wished he could stop growing back. He wanted to stay small. He didn’t care if he would be kept in the box forever, at least he wouldn’t have to die over and over again. 

He closed his eyes, keeping his sobs as small as he could. If they heard him, they would know to give him back to Leshy. The hero would ‘cut him down to size.’ He shivered again, his mind pulling up times Leshy had tortured and killed him over and over again like some perverse slideshow. 

And to think, he’d thought there’d be a chance of rescue. There had been a new voice around for a while, and Kai was pretty sure it was Vigil. He’d faced off with the vigilante a couple of times when he was free, and he’d seemed a decent enough person. 

But when Kai was alone in the office with Vigil, even after he’d miraculously managed to garner the vigilante’s attention, the man had gone very pale and left, taking his light with him. The light that showed every place in the room when he had been killed. 

Kai bumped his head against his knees, choking down another sob. He was going to be trapped here however long had been designated, maybe even longer. Leshy had threatened to keep him for as long as the government let him, and Kai had been a nuisance. He wasn’t high enough to warrant special attention, but he wasn’t low enough to get out anytime soon. 

And he couldn’t even die here. Well, he did. He died here every few days, but he couldn’t actually properly die. He wished he could. 

He was getting bigger. His back was pressed against the wall of the box and he lowered his head. He hoped this wouldn't be another time where he was left to suffocate in his own flesh until he died and got smaller again. He supposed he could make some noise and die a bit quicker but the idea of Leshy holding him down and killing him in some new way he’d concocted was almost too much to bear. 

This time he did sob out loud and one of the voices, which he had grown used to ignoring, chirped up. It was one of the sidekicks, he was pretty sure. “Leshy, I think he’d gotten big again.”

The sound of footsteps crossed the room and Kai willed himself smaller, imagining becoming tiny and harmless and not needing to be killed, but just like every time he tried, it didn’t work. 

He sobbed again as the top of the box slid open. There was a layer of mesh in between him and the outside world, and Kai had stopped trying to get it open months ago. 

“Yeah, looks like it,” Leshy said, sliding the lid closed and then lifting and carrying the box. Kai rocked with every step, trying not to imagine how Leshy would kill him this time. He hoped he’d just break his neck or crush his head. Something quick and easy. Something that wouldn’t last long. 

They entered the office and the box was opened. This time, Lesh reached in and grabbed him. Kai was maybe the size of a small cat, and certainly more harmless than one. He’d stopped struggling as that usually only made it last longer. 

Leshy sighed, like he was bored with this. Like there were better things he could be doing with his time. Kai sobbed once as he was laid down on a counter, Leshy rummaging in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a rubber band. 

Kai sobbed again as Leshy pulled Kai’s hair away from his neck. “No, sir, please, sir. Please, just crush my head, please!”

“Too messy,” Leshy replied, stretching out the band to go down over Kai’s torso to hold his arms to his body, wrapping another too tightly around his ankles to keep Kai from thrashing too much. 

“Please, please, no. Snap my neck, then. Please, s-sir, please! I’ll be good! Snap my neck please!”

“Too quick,” Leshy replied and he pulled the last rubber band over Kai’s neck. 

Kai sobbed openly as Leshy twisted the band, pinching skin and sending it back over his head. The third twist, though, silenced him as Kai began to suffocate. Leshy stepped back, grabbing his chair to sit and watch with a satisfied smile as Kai silently writhed on the counter, trying to breathe. He could see spots, his throat hurt so much he knew his windpipe was already crushed. The spots grew bigger and an instinctual fear that never went away no matter how many times Kai died rose up inside him causing such desperation that it felt like a physical creature trying to crawl out through his chest, ripping his flesh and mind with terrifying claws, making the world inconceivable and-

Kai awoke. He was curled on his side, under a glass dome. He stared at the distorted world past the glass, shivering anxiously, He could see Leshy at his desk working. Kai swallowed and closed his eyes again, taking slower breaths. The rubber bands weren’t in the dome with him, probably to make sure he didn’t climb out the hole at the top somehow. Kai had tried that in the past and he’d been killed again, squished like a bug under Leshy’s palm. He’d woken up at about the size of a thumbtack. He’d actually tried to kill himself one more time so he could be even smaller than that and Leshy wouldn’t be able to see him that well. Then he could run and hide somewhere until he could find a way out. Leshy had caught him, though and trapped him in a capsule you’d get out of a toy vending machine at the front of a store. He’d even managed to make it into a necklace that the older of the sidekicks paraded around for the day. 

“You awake?” Leshy called across the room. 

Kai slowly sat up as an answer. His vocal chords were too small to make any noises that sounded like a voice, so he had to move but the effort seemed to take everything from him. In the past when he would wake up he would feel full and hydrated and energetic again, but he hadn’t been fed in…. Well, since he got here, and while he still felt full every time he woke up after dying, he was getting more tired with each pass. He hoped that meant he would eventually die, but something within him warned that this wouldn’t be the case and he would just grow weaker and weaker until he could do nothing to even try and save himself. 

Leshy grunted as he got out of his seat and stared down at Kai, who only met his gaze for a moment before looking away, still partially curled up. 

“Oh, don’t act like that. It’s not like I haven’t already seen everything,” Leshy said mockingly, laughing when Kai curled up more. 

Leshy lifted the dome and grabbed Kai, his hand wrapping around Kai’s whole body save for his feet and head. Kai held very still as Leshy looked down at him with a hum. 

“You were supposed to leave us a week from today, but I let them know that you wanted to stay for a bit longer,” Leshy said, a feral grin spreading on his face as he gave Kai a threatening squeeze. Kai’s muscles seized with panic and he closed his eyes, holding his breath, praying that Leshy wouldn’t squeeze harder. He didn’t want to spend the next three days with broken ribs. 

“You have another, mmmmm 2 months with us, dear flea.”

His hand relaxed and Kai sucked in a breath that quickly turned into hyperventilation and desperate twitched as he tried to free himself. 

“I’ll have to sit down and plan some real fun things to try out. I’m sure I could think of 25 entertaining ways to watch you die, right?”

There was a knock at the door as Kai dissolved into tears and Leshy sighed, putting him back under the dome and calling, “Come in!”

Kai curled up as small as he could, sobbing harder, letting it all out in wails that no one could hear. 

At least, he thought no one could hear. 

“What’s that buzzing?” Vigil asked.

“Ignore it. Just an insect.”

Kai grabbed at his hair, staring blankly at the counter in front of him. Just an insect, worth nothing but the entertainment value of his death. Just an insect, just an-

There was a large eye staring in at him and then Vigil flinched back. “What is that?” he asked softly, leaning forward to look again. 

Kai slowly uncurled and twisted to look up at Vigil, whose mouth was open in shock. 

Kai knew Vigil couldn’t hear him, but he mouthed ‘Help me,’ as big as he could. 

Vigil stared at him and Leshy sighed. “You remember Kai, right?”

“Kai? Kai Gordon? That’s him?”

“Yeah. Did you ever get the chance to see him become smaller.”

“Can’t say I have,” Vigil said cautiously. 

“I’ll show you. It’s cool.”

Kai whimpered in a voice only he could hear, scrambling back as Leshy came over. When the dome was uncovered he lunged to get away but was caught all the same. He struggled hard. He didn’t want to be tiny again. He’d gotten used to the three day starvation periods, he didn’t want to have to go six days again. It was too much!

Leshy pinched Kai’s head and the last thing he heard was a horrified sound from Vigil. 

…………………………….

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Vigil screeched. Kai was dead and limp in Leshy’s hand, his head hanging at a very wrong angle. The villain was completely naked and obviously terrified before Vigil had seen the life leave his eyes.

“It’s fine,” Leshy said, rummaging in a drawer and pulling out a capsule. “Watch.”

Kai’s body was shrinking and when it was small enough, Leshy shoved it in the capsule, closed it, and let Kai finish in there. 

“He’ll be healed and awake in another minute or two. It’s how we keep him easy to contain,” Leshy said with a shrug. “Better than trying to keep him alive and him finding ways to kill himself so he can go small and escape. We control when and where he becomes small. Easy.”

Vigil didn’t respond. He couldn’t. How were you supposed to respond to that? He glanced at the capsule, rigged with chord and a necklace clasp and Leshy smiled. “Do you want to wear him for the day? He gave you a nasty beating once or twice, didn’t he?”

Vigil had to act quickly. “Oh, yeah, sure. Serve him right, I guess. I was just worried you were going to get in trouble for killing him was all.”

“Yeah. Go ahead, then. Bring him back at the end of the day. He’ll be big enough to go into his box.”

Vigil nodded, carefully picking up the capsule and, with a very sick feeling in his stomach, hanging it around his neck. 

“Have fun,” Leshy called, distractedly looking up from his paperwork as Vigil left. If he noticed or cared that Vigil didn’t respond, he didn’t show it.

Part two

@whumpsday I think you wanted to see this

#whump #tiny whumpee #creepy whumper #villain whumpee #hero whumper #temporary character death #strangulation #broken neck #nonsexual nudity #dehumanization #suicidal thoughts #I am throwing Kai through the ringer #and I will not apologize for it

[painsandconfusion]

6 - Tools

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You frown at the idea of spending the night. Whether it's gut instinct or the fear of imposing too much, you turn them down regardless. "..maybe I can try changing the tire again? I don't want to be rude..do..you maybe have a lug wrench I can borrow to try? Mine isn't working well.."

The couple frown slightly, looking to each other. their expressions shift minutely after each others' - reacting in a small, silent conversation.

It doesn't last long before Celine nods, setting down the clothes and towel on the chair. "I we should have more tools in the workshop. The basement door is closer to the road than the front door, anyway." She nods for you to follow as she heads for the hallway again.

Harrison picks up the rifle again, holding it idly and he gestures for you to go after her. He places a soft hand on your back to guide you in that direction.

(rb if you can so we can get more votes! <3)

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[softsweetsuffering]

Hai hai haiiii how be you and how was dayyyyyyy and a request for four prompts about a tired whumpee :DD

-hai anon

Tired Whumpee prompts! Whumpee who is tied up, neck aching, arms pinned, legs numb. It doesn't matter how much they shift or tilt or try to bend from their position, nor the way their body screams for the relief of unconsciousness, they will simply have to wait for their mind to give out, for they are in no comfortable position to sleep, and only will be given the relief of rest if they can finally pass out against all odds.

Whumpee who is utterly exhausted and has to drag themselves to their bed, heavy headed, fatigued, nothing feels better than the soft silk of the sheets and the warmth of the covers as their head hits the pillow and they're almost out instantly at the blessing of safety and comfort.

Whumpee who has to be carried by Caretaker to bed, begrudgingly not wishing to leave their spot, or worried/scared to sleep alone, Caretaker takes them to their bed and tucks them in, they find themselves asleep before they can protest.

Whumpee who passes out in someones lap/against their shoulder in their arms, as its the only place they find truly safe and comfortable enough to relax. Although the poor sap under them is therefore a bit trapped, at least Whumpee is finally resting. (Left vague for the ideas of touchy/lovey-dovey whumper) Bonus:

Whumpee who is perhaps walking home, next they know a hand is over their mouth, a strange sweet scent over taking their senses and their eyes flutter. Soon after their body sinks against someones chest, head hanging limply and their unfortunate forced slumber leaves them vulnerable to being quickly whisked away.

#tired whumpee #prompts #exhaustion #asks #answered #hai anon