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“Let’s try this again,” said Whumper, crouching so they were eye level with Whumpee. “You may call me ‘Sir’, or you may call me ‘Master’. Those are your only choices.”

Whumper reached out and removed the gag, letting it dangle from their fingers. Whumpee fought the urge to work the soreness out of their jaw, flexing their hands where they were tied behind their back. “Now,” said Whumper, “what do you call me?”

Whumpee smiled. “An asshole.”

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Big Scary Man adopts Adorable Tiny Child is a trope that can and will never get old. I will read that shit into the grave.

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Whumpee slips a note into a stranger’s palm, hoping they’ll understand the cry for help hastily scribbled on the scrap of paper.

But the stranger only smirks and hands the note to Whumper. “You should watch them a little closer.”

#like at a gas station or something #and whumpee draggs them back to the car by the scruff of their jacket #of course they get they ass beat later 😈 now who’s Whumpee supposed to trust?

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Wind

Change a single letter and change the word game

I want to play a game with you all.

You have to make a new word by changing only one letter of the last word.

Dirt

#keep it going

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a zombie standing transfixed in front of a mirror, staring into their own sunken eyes, a horrified is that me? breaking through the fog of their decaying mind

#zombie whumpee

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GIVE ME MORE WHUMPER COUPLES

I don’t see them nearly enough like it’s such a good trope

Both take turns tormenting Whumpee and they compliment each other on how well they did and use pet names and shit and it’s this huge whiplash from how they were just beating someone up

Luv it

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Whumpee stuck in a time paradox getting whumped everyday

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NSFWhump dialogue prompts

⚠️ TW: explicit NSFW… SORRY MOM LOL

“Don’t just lie there all limp, act like you wanna please me. If I wanted to fuck a corpse I would just kill you.”

“You’re a little whore just like your [person] was.”

“I’ll tell everyone what a slut you are, remember I have pictures. And what would your poor mother and father say?”

“Get the hell up. You still got three clients left out there who paid good money to fuck you, so you better show them a good time.”

“Strip. Now. Or do you want me to do it for you?”

“Take your clothes off, baby. That’s it, nice and slow for me.”

“Come on, dance for us, give us a show!”

“Don’t try and cover yourself up, I’ve already seen every part of you.”

“Here’s what we’re gonna do; I’m gonna hurt you, and your gonna pretend to like it.”

“Im not a sadist but seeing you in pain is really turning me on.”

“Crawl. On your hands and knees. Ass up. Stick your tongue out like a good little puppy. That’s it, just like that.”

“You screaming like that makes me so hard.”

“It’s not assault if you like it, I mean look at you. Your so hard/wet.”

“I could sell you to some really nasty people, you’d never be seen again. They would do worse to you than I’ve done.”

“Make yourself useful and come suck my cock.”

“All that I’ve done for you and you can’t even do this one thing for me? I think you owe me.”

“Dumb little whores like you don’t get to wear any clothes.”

“Is that blood? Oh, don’t tell me your a virgin!”

“You should be thanking me, no one else would wanna fuck an ugly little thing like you.”

“Come on, baby. I want you nose deep in this pussy.”

“Lick Clean up this mess.”

“Did I give you permission to cum?”

“I don’t wanna feel any teeth or else I’m gonna knock ‘em out.”

“I wanna hear some pretty moaning and slurping sounds outta you.”

“You put on a good show tonight and maybe I’ll reward you.”

“You want me to take you home, pretty thing?”

(Whumpee)

“Don’t do this to me… please, I’ve never done this before…”

“Come on, y-you don’t want me, I’m not very attractive or anything.”

“Please don’t hurt me!”/ “Oh I won’t hurt you, baby, I’ll be real gentle.”

“I don’t belong to you! I have a master and they’re gonna be really mad if you touch me!”

“You said you wouldn’t do this, you said you would never force me-“/ “I said I wouldn’t force you if you didn’t want it, but clearly you do.”

“Please, just not inside me…”

“I’ll- I’ll do what ever you want- just not here, not in front of everyone.”

#updates this so that its numbered instead of bullet points #nsfwhump

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Secrecy: The Taser

cw: electrocution, forced orgasm, noncon touch, intimate whumper, language, death mention

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• • •

The ache inside didn't leave him alone, even when—in a fit of desperation to be rid of it—Ander rocked the chair with enough violence to send it toppling onto its side with him on it. He felt like he'd been bruised from the inside out, and no amount of squirming or readjusting would ease the discomfort.

In spite of it, he managed to get some sleep, waking with a dry tongue and a spasming lower back. Shepard would give him water soon, right? Maybe some food? He'd have to, if he really wanted ten days out of Ander.

Even though it was misery to dwell on, Ander let himself imagine a nice hot meal. The soup Senn had made a few times after training, lime and coconut and spices. That time Tom had bought the team shawarma. His mom's chana dahl. He could almost smell it, and his stomach twisted unhappily.

His mom. What would she think, if she knew what he'd… what Shepard had done to him? What about his team, his friends? Would they—

No. He couldn't let himself think about it, he had to forget. Forgetting was the only way he could go back to normal after rescue. If Tom and the team found out, could he ever look them in the face again without feeling ashamed? And he knew, he knew it wasn't his fault, but that didn't change the way their pity would sour in his chest.

No one could know. He'd just hold onto the memory, bury it in distractions until it was small enough to ignore. Whatever Shepard had planned with the taser might be enough to start that process.

As if on cue, the handle clicked. Ander had to resist the urge to squeeze his eyes shut, to hide in the stupidest way possible, as the door opened and Shepard stepped inside.

The older man let out a low whistle. "Had a rough night? Let me fix you up."

When he knelt beside the overturned chair, Ander did close his eyes, if only to appease the panic that rose when Shepard was closing in.

Shut up. Shut up, you're okay. Yesterday is over. A taser won't be that bad.

He winced as he was uprighted, and forced his eyes open before he looked too much like a coward.

"You probably already know what I'm going to ask you first, right?" Shepard took a backwards step, facing Ander with his arms folded. The shelf was only a few feet away; he could reach out and grab something now if he wanted. The taser was at arm's length, along with the stupid battery Ander still hadn't figured out, and the bottle. He wished Shepard would've just thrown that one away once he was done.

"What organization do you work for?"

Ander kept silent, somehow managing to look the other man in the eye, despite… despite yesterday. Despite everything that Shepard had already done to him.

"What is your mission here?"

What if today was as bad as yesterday? What if it was worse, and answering was the only way to save himself?

"What is the name of your boss?"

No. He wouldn't give in. He'd use yesterday as a tool, he'd drive himself with spite. No matter what Shepard had taken from him, his captor would not get what he wanted.

Shepard gave him a little time to fill the empty air, to give an answer, but Ander had rediscovered his resolve. His loyalty was stronger than his fear.

"Well, don't say I didn't give you a chance." Shepard grabbed the taser and turned it on, pushing the silence back with its crackling hum. It looked a lot different than the ones Ander and the other spies had trained with. Bigger and clunkier, with two metal prongs jutting out of the front like the beak of a bird.

Ander breathed carefully through his nose, trying not to look at it as Shepard brought it closer.

It would only hurt as long as it was touching him. As soon as it let up, he'd just be a little sore, and that was fine. He clenched his teeth as Shepard's free hand traced a finger down his throat and over his shirt, landing on the first button. He deftly unfastened it, then moved to the next, and the next, until Ander's shirt was open, exposing his chest.

He'd started breathing through his teeth halfway through the process, and only when Shepard's hand left him did he realize and correct it.

In and out.

Shepard's thumb hovered over the taser's power button.

Slow and deliber—

The taser jabbed into his side and Ander went rigid, eyes flying open as shining, crackling pain poured over his body like ice water. 

Then it was gone, as easy as flipping off a light switch. Ander's fingers twitched, and he let his head fall. In through the nose, slow and—

Shepard pressed the taser back into him, digging into the soft flesh right between his ribs. Electricity surged through him in dazzling arcs, his muscles convulsing and contracting so hard they hurt, his lungs frozen mid-breath… and then just as suddenly, the taser was removed.

Ander gasped for air, no longer caring to try and stay calm. He just needed to breathe, needed to—

A choked scream escaped him as it was shoved against him for the third time, a million needles jammed into his skin, deep into his muscles, his lungs, burning, burning…

When his eyes came back into focus, Ander was on the floor. On his back this time, body trembling and spasming with the memory of the shock. It took a second to realize his hands were now tied in front of him. The ache in his shoulders had been background noise, second to… everything else. Shepard was now sitting in the chair he'd been tied to, chin in hand like he was waiting. When Ander raised his bound hands to wipe drool from his cheek, he looked up.

"Ah good, you're alright," he said. "Might've had it set a little too high."

'Alright' was really pushing it, but Ander didn't say anything. His tongue felt wooden in his mouth.

"That's on me, and I apologize." He held up the taser. "I turned down the setting by half. Won't be as bad."

Ander let out a quiet whine at his words. They still weren't done, were they? Shepard stood, and he tried to breathe careful again, preparing himself for the next round.

But Shepard didn't move to his side immediately. He went to the shelf. And grabbed the bottle.

"No…" Ander whispered when his captor knelt beside him with both items in hand. "No, that was yesterday, that was yesterday's—" he tried to roll over, to crawl away, but Shepard was quick to grab him.

"It was," Shepard nodded, moving to straddle Ander's legs, holding him in place.

"Y-you said it was one thing a day, that was yesterday's, it's already over."

"I didn't say that," Shepard said, and Ander tried to slow the fear building in his chest, disbelief and desperation driving away rational thought. Was there even rational thought to be had? The smartest thing would be to go still and let Shepard do what he wanted, and that was the most irrational thing he could imagine.

Shepard stroked his hair, one hand on his bound wrists to keep him from lashing out. "Shh, it's alright. Breathe before you hyperventilate."

He was trying, he was trying.

"I didn't say there'd be only one thing per day," he continued. "I said you'd have something new every day. Does that make sense?"

He—he couldn't possibly mean…

"It will be kind of like… what's that holiday song? The Twelve Days of Christmas? On day two, you get two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree. Understand?"

He didn't want to, he didn't, he couldn't do that again, every day, for ten days. Ten days of being touched, being violated, with new torments piling on top of each other, burying him, he couldn't.

"Calm down, little spy. I'm not going to fuck you today."

Ander's breath caught. He… he wasn't? Then what was—

"Yesterday was your first time, wasn't it? I'm giving you a break. I'll do something nice for you instead." He inched further down Ander's legs, giving himself just enough room to unzip his pants and slide a hand inside. Ander flinched as cool fingers curled around his cock, drawing it out.

"W-wait," he blurted out. "I don't— I don't want this."

"Oh? Well I suppose if you'd rather we repeat yesterday…"

Ander shook his head. "No. Not that. I-I can't."

"Then I don't want to hear an argument."

Click went the bottle, lube dripping onto Shepard's hand, which was then wrapped around Ander's shaft. He closed his eyes as the hand began to slide up and down, now and then cupping around the head with a practiced pressure, gradually bringing him to hardness. 

Despite his own fear and exhaustion, Ander's body was responding on its own, a heat beginning to spread in his groin. Shepard built up speed until Ander's legs were twitching, the heat inside him growing, pleasure licking at him teasingly like the beginnings of a campfire. Just when he thought he was going to topple over the edge, Shepard stopped, squeezing his cock in a way that was almost painful. Through unfocused eyes, Ander could see the other man was watching his face.

The faint electric hum hit him a second too late, and the taser was jammed into his ribcage. Ander screamed, all thoughts of this unwanted pleasure forgotten as the pain coursed through him.

Then suddenly, the taser was gone, and Shepard was stroking him again like nothing had happened. Ander wordlessly stared at the ceiling, tears pooling in his eyes, trying not to think too much about the way his hips twitched, moving with Shepard's rhythm as he got closer and closer to climax. Again, the speed built, small moans escaping Ander as his body leaned into the feeling being forced upon it. But just as the end was in sight—

"Ahhh!"

—the taser swept in to yank it away, leaving him gasping and shaking. He almost sobbed when Shepard started stroking him again, his mind hazy with the battling intensities. It was too much, he couldn't— he wished Shepherd would just pick one. The sharp and sudden contrast between the two tortures was making his mind short-circuit, hardly even leaving him able to breathe.

"N-no… nnh—" Intensity built, and his body shook with it. He could feel his nerves buzzing, the heat in his lower core starting to burn too hot; a pot close to boiling over.

"Pl–ple—"

But Shepard only picked up speed, turning his pleas into a mewl. 

This time, he didn't stop.

Ander shuddered as he came, the relief that flooded his body lasting for all of a second before the taser jabbed into his chest once more. He was too exhausted to scream.

When the electricity died down, Ander could only lay there panting. His face felt numb, but his vision was blurred, and he was sure he must be crying. Shepard was right above him, hushing him and wiping away his tears with a thumb.

"It's over now. You can rest. You want to rest, mhm?"

He barely managed a nod.

"Good boy. I'll let you stay on the floor tonight, instead of the chair. Does that sound good?"

Ander nodded again. He just wanted Shepard to leave. He needed to be alone, needed to curl up and not think and cry alone.

He lay still as his captor cleaned him and readjusted his clothes, not bothering to acknowledge the murmured assurances that sounded so kind but felt so sinister.

When the door finally closed and the room was quiet, Ander tried to breathe, tried to calm down.

In through the nose, slow and—

He sniffled.

I-in through the nose, hold it for a second—

Tears trailed down his face and he squeezed his eyes shut, parting his lips for a shaky breath. Eight more days. Eight more days, and then after Shepherd was through with him, after he'd hurt him for eight more days, Ander would die.

He needed to be rescued, he needed them to come for him, he couldn't do this.

He couldn't, but he had to. 

He had no choice but to hold on.

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#shut up! #😮‍💨oh my god the edging and the ruined orgasm with the taser🫠 #nsfwhump

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Just watched Victor Frankenstein (2015) and I appreciate the whole Frankenstein concept being whumpy, but the circus whump at the beginning of the movie was so good 😮‍💨

#victor frankenstein #Frankenstein #circus Whump

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"What are you going to do? Fire me? We both know you're not going to do that. You need me."

"You're not nearly as irreplaceable as you think you are."

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Secrecy: The Bottle

cw: explicit noncon, interrogation, death mention, future torture, manhandling, creepy whumper, significant age gap

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Ander was in trouble. Well, he'd already been in trouble the moment he got caught, but only now, a full day after his capture, was the full gravity of the situation setting in. Spying wasn't all fun and games, and getting away wouldn't be as easy as he'd always believed.

Ander had been a spy for… somewhat less than a year now. Recruited from his junior year of college by a mysterious rich man, put through several exciting weeks of training, and taught how to gather secrets; it was more than he would've hoped to find in a job. Tom Beck was a good boss. He paid well, was generally cheerful, and cared a lot about his team. Ander had already run a few small missions for him, but this had been his first time trying to play with the big boys. 

It was also the first time things had really gone south.

He'd been sent to spy on one of Tom's rivals, someone who'd been suspected of stealing company secrets. Not even a day in, he'd been ambushed out of nowhere, and now he was locked up in a small, windowless room that might've once been someone's office.

Aside from the few bruises he'd gotten during capture, he wasn't hurt, and though he hadn't been given food, the hunger was more an annoyance than a pain. All things considered, his situation wasn't all that bad, but he couldn't shake a feeling of unease. It didn't take a genius to know that it was because of the shelf.

After being dragged into the room, Ander had been tied to a chair and left there overnight, but not before a quick talking to from his captor, a middle-aged man who looked fifty but moved like he was twenty and only identified himself as Shepard.

"Ten days," he'd said. "That's how long you'll have to tell me what I want to know. And every day you don't," he tapped the then-empty bookshelf, "we'll have something new to play with. Alright?" 

Ander had said nothing. He wasn't sure what to expect, what exactly Shepard meant by 'something new to play with'. There was nothing there. Unless his captor intended to break the shelf into planks and beat him with them?

"What I want to know is simple," Shepard had continued. "Just three little things. One, what organization do you work for? Two, what is your mission here? And three, what is the name of your boss? You do have the option to tell me now, you know. Before I get… creative."

In the training he'd received, Ander had been told about what could happen if he got caught. He'd even run through a few interrogation simulations, coming out on top every time. This had been bound to happen someday in his line of work, and Ander was determined to remember his training. Besides, Tom had always said that if a mission was compromised, every effort would be made to stage a rescue. He just had to hold out until that could happen. He couldn't let his people down.

After a long moment's silence, Shepard had shrugged. 

"Suit yourself."

When he'd left the room, Ander assumed that was the end of it. Tomorrow, he'd send in an interrogator, and Ander would weather whatever methods were used until someone came to save him. But Shepard had returned, and Ander could only watch with a growing sense of unease as he began to fill the empty bookshelf.

"These next few days will happen in a certain order," he'd explained. "Left to right, top to bottom. Something new every day, until you elect to give me what I want." He'd smiled after placing the last item on the bottom shelf, a thick-bladed hunting knife.

"We'll have fun."

Now awake and feeling a lot less optimistic and a lot more stiff, Ander was staring at the shelves. Of the items Shepard had laid out, some were obvious in their use, while others confused him.

Day one, today, was a small bottle. Ander could only guess at its contents, but it was probably some kind of drug. Not a bad starting place for someone trying to get information, but he certainly wasn't looking forward to learning its effects firsthand. Tomorrow's was a little more straightforward; a taser. As much as he hated being shocked, Ander had taken it once before in training, and knew what to expect. The next day, however, perplexed him. It was a single D-Cell battery. How was that supposed to hurt him? Had it only been put there to cause confusion? 

There were similarly odd items: a small metallic half-circle that looked like it might be electronic, a collection of thin leathery straps, and a small pile of metal baubles.

Then there were more standard things: a rope, a switch, a syringe, and of course, the knife. All things he could understand and prepare for, as unpleasant as they may be. He'd never been strangled or anything, never been beaten with a switch, but how bad could it really be? Just the fear of not being able to breathe, right? And the switch would hurt, just like the taser, but it wouldn't be permanent. He'd just suffer through it and heal, like he had when he'd broken his arm in high school.

Nothing was as bad as it could be. Ander didn't see a blowtorch, or any kind of power tools. Nothing that would cause lasting damage, aside from the knife, and since Shepard claimed he only needed the ten days, Ander guessed the knife was for killing him. Strangely, he didn't feel any sort of panic about the notion. His team would save him by then, right? Either that, or he'd find a way to escape. Day ten didn't matter. What mattered was holding out against the rest of Shepard's bright ideas.

There was a click on the other side of the door, and as the handle turned, a chill ran through Ander's body. No matter how fearless he told himself he was, waiting for whatever Shepard was going to do to him was pretty scary. He wasn't sure if it was for better or for worse that he knew what torments lay ahead of him. Surely it was better? Not knowing what came next would only scare him more, right? 

Besides, today was just… whatever was in that bottle. It couldn't be that bad. Maybe it was just some supposed 'truth serum' that would loosen him up a bit.

As Shepard's silhouette filled the door, dressed in a black business-style suit, Ander felt himself relax just a little bit more. Why would Shepard dress up if things were going to get messy? All he had to do was get through whatever the drugs would do to him, and he was done for the day. As for tomorrow… well, he'd just worry about that tomorrow.

The older man paused in his walk to the shelf, smiling down at Ander in a way that almost seemed friendly. "Well, seeing as it is a new day, I suppose I'll give you a chance before we get to business," he said. "Are you ready to answer my questions?"

Ander shook his head, holding his chin high. Whatever was in that bottle, he could take it. It would take more than that to make him betray his team, betray Tom.

"Alright," Shepard said, not sounding all that disappointed as he reached for the bottle. In spite of being tied to a chair, with no real power here, Shepard's casual manner was starting to put Ander at ease. He didn't seem sadistic in any way, and hadn't shown any hints of violence, or even anger, yet. Of course, Ander knew he had to be wary of getting too friendly with his enemy, but why not take advantage of a captor who was kind of…nice?

Shepard moved beside him. "I'm going to untie you from the chair. Your wrists will still be bound though, so I'd avoid trying to run if I were you."

Ander nodded this time, seeing the reason there. Maybe if he did everything Shepard wanted today, the other man would let down his guard tomorrow. If he weakened the ropes enough, maybe he could snap them and escape during the next round of questioning. No doubt it would impress Tom if he made it out without having to wait for a rescue mission.

He held still as Shepard cut through the rope that wound around his chest and shoulders, not trying to fight it whatsoever when the other man moved downwards, gently pulling his ankles apart and tying one to each of the chair's front legs. It seemed like an odd choice, but he sorta understood it. If he got sick from the drugs, it would be easier if he could lean forward in the chair, and not throw up all over himself.

Everything was making sense until Shepard suddenly grabbed the chair and shoved it forward, sending Ander crashing to the floor, unable to soften his fall with his arms tied behind his back.

He bit back a yelp as he hit the ground. "Hey! w-what–?"

"Sh. Try to relax. Frankly, I don't care if you do or don't, but it will make things easier for you."

"Easier?"

"Easier." Shepard knelt beside Ander, placing a palm on his lower back to keep him still. "If you fight me, I will hurt you," he said, and his voice was still so friendly, so calm.

Ander was nothing short of confused. Fight what? Hadn't he been acting exactly as the other man wanted? What was this all about? But then Shepard set the little bottle, today's tool, beside him, just close enough that Ander could read it, and everything clicked.

It wasn't a drug.

It was lube.

"No," he whispered, tensing under Shepard's hand. "No, no, no, what are you—?"

"Shhh. I'll be as gentle as you let me."

Ander squirmed as Shepard's free hand moved underneath him, unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down to his knees. As two fingers hooked onto the hem of his boxers, panic overtook reason and Ander jerked forward, trying to shake him off, then, when that didn't work, he curled his legs in an effort to hit Shepard with the chair.

His captor effortlessly dodged the clumsy blow, pushing the chair back down and dropping a knee into Ander's calf. He winced at the sudden pressure, trying to curl his legs again and failing against Shepard's added weight.

"I told you—"

"Please—"

"I'll give you another chance, boy. Hold still, or I'll make this hurt."

Nononono… Ander gulped down air, trying to get ahold of his own fear. Would it be worth it to try? To fight?

Shepard's hand again moved to his boxers, tugging them down, exposing Ander's ass to the air of the room. It wasn't all that cold, but his skin was still prickling.

If he told him everything, would Shepard stop?

Even just thinking it felt like a betrayal. He could never give up Tom and Monty and Sen and all the other agents, but to have the idea dangled in front of him, a potential escape from what was about to happen, and to not reach out and grab it like a lifeline, was unbearable. 

He squeezed his eyes shut as the other man cupped his ass, seemingly content to prod and fondle for a moment, then pushed his legs apart. 

There was the plastic click of a cap being removed, and then Shepard's thumb was at his hole, dabbing the cold slick of the lube onto it. Ander tensed as he rubbed in small, gentle circles, the pressure gradually increasing as he went. It felt so wrong, invasive and humiliating, but there was nothing he could do about it that wouldn't make things worse.

"Relax. I'll make this feel good, but you have to allow it. Mhm?"

"Please don't…"

"You're starting to sound like a broken record, little spy. I said, mhm?"

Tears burned Ander's eyes as he replied with a choked, "Mhm."

"Good, good." His thumb pushed in, and Ander yelped. It couldn't be more than just the first knuckle and it was already too much, continuing the small circling from inside him, making him shudder with an unpleasant anticipation of what would surely follow.

Shepard took his time. When his thumb had worn its path, it retreated. There was another plastic click, and then it was replaced by a finger, then two. First just that awful circling, easing past the ring of muscle that wanted so badly to keep them out. When the fingers curled in for the first time, they struck something inside him that made him shudder again, and this time it wasn't from fear.

Shepard must've heard the gasp Ander let out, pausing in his rhythm, then pushing back in suddenly, hitting the same spot. Then again, and again.

Each little stroke was like light flashing in his core, behind his eyes, every burst of it making it impossible to fear for just a split second, even if that fear came back stronger and sicker the moment the light faded.

Shepard hushed him all the way through it, voice gentle as his fingers pumped away inside Ander, getting faster and faster, hitting that same damn spot over and over again until he was writhing against his restraints, panting.

"Not so bad, is it?" Even through his haze, Ander could hear Shepard's voice getting thicker, enunciation blunted by lust. The fingers withdrew from him, the sound of a belt buckle and shifting fabric behind him as potent as a gun being racked.

Something warm and heavy was laid on his ass, as if sizing him up, and Ander knew what it was, but his mind refused to name it, refused to make the connection until it was gone, and Shepard's weight was shifting, kicking his legs further apart.

Plastic click, and then the head of Shepard's cock was against his hole, slick with lube.

With nothing to bite down on, to scream into, Ander buried his teeth in his bottom lip, fists clenching at nothing but his own flesh as Shepard slowly, slowly pushed into him.

Every second was worse than the last, with Ander feeling he couldn't possibly take any more, that something inside him was about to split open, only to be proven wrong. 

Just when it was getting hard to even breathe, Shepard stopped, and just sat there, buried deep inside him. Like he was giving him time to adjust to the intrusion, as if he could ever—

Shepard began to thrust, a gentle out and in and out and in, and Ander cried out, his legs jerking reflexively.

"G-good boy," Shepard breathed, moving his hands to Ander's hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. He started to pick up the pace, from the gradual drag that felt like it was scraping away Ander's insides to a rhythm that was almost like a heartbeat. Every inward thrust pushed a bright pain through Ander, until the man's cock somehow reached the same spot his fingers had found, and the pain was mixed with something far brighter.

The spike of pleasure shot through his core, cutting through the horrible stretching feeling, the unbearable pressure on the muscles inside him, if only for an instant. When Ander exhaled, some of his voice left with his breath, and he felt Shepard grip him tighter.

The thrusts were coming too quickly for Ander to catch a thought. He couldn't give up the information if he wanted to, his consciousness was trapped in a mire of pain, pushed this way and that by the sudden, intense pleasure that Shepard drove through him. Any words he could've used to stop this were turned into moans or whimpers or pleas the second he opened his mouth, and they only seemed to egg Shepard on.

"Suh-st—ah!"

"Shhh."

"Please—"

"Nearly— done—"

His body shuddered as Shepard gave a final, deep thrust, holding Ander there as a strange heat spilled into him. When the other man pulled out, some of the heat followed him, dripping onto Ander's ass and the backs of his thighs.

"Not all that bad, hm?" Shepard said, leaning forward to ruffle his hair. "You did good."

Ander didn't feel like he'd done anything but lay there and take it, not even trying to fight after the first warning. And maybe that had been the smart thing, maybe it would save him from getting killed, but it still made him feel gross. Like he'd just… let it happen. Hadn't he? Hadn't he given up on fighting a little too fast, cowed into submission by the threat of pain? He knew it wasn't really his choice, his fault, but he still felt all kinds of wrong about it.

But he hadn't given up the information. He hadn't sold out his team. It was the one thing he could cling to as he lay there, stuck with the deep, throbbing ache Shepard had left behind.

His captor disappeared, coming back with a washcloth, but even with the door wide open, Ander didn't try to move. Even just a slight shift of his leg sent a new ripple of pain through his core.

Shepard set about cleaning him up, and Ander stayed silent and motionless, willing himself to forget what had just happened.

I didn't sell them out.

The warm, wet cloth rubbed circles into his ass, just like—

I'm good. I'm a good spy. I didn't sell them out.

Shepard finished, putting the chair back upright and easily lifting Ander onto it, then re-tying the ropes that kept him in place.

I won't betray them.

"That's enough for one day," Shepard said. "Of course, I have plans for tomorrow, so get some rest."

Ander's eyes went to the shelf at his words. Tomorrow. Taser. That… that would be better than today's. It would hurt, but the memory wouldn't cling to his body the same way. He shifted in the chair, unable to find a way to make his own weight hurt less. Seeming to realize he wasn't going to say anything else, Shepard left, locking the door behind him.

Today was over. Ander was trapped with its pain, unable to get the sound of his own stupid moans out of his head, but it was over. One step closer to being rescued; all he had to do was give it time, hold out.

Just a few more days, and he could forget all about this.

• • •

#nsfwhump

[whump-princess]

Look at me, you pathetic creature. Look at your master.

[whump-princess]

Whumpee woke with a sobbing shout. They quivered and panted, memories hit them as if they were still on the floor at whumper's feet. They felt arms wrap around them and beeping heard overhead; the sound worsened the pounding already in their head. 

"Hey hey hey! It's okay. You got a lot of injuries, you've got to take it slow." Caretaker touched whumpees forehead and put them back against the pillow. They tightly gripped whumpee's hand and the other rested on their chest.

"Wh-where am I? How did I get here?" Whumpee panicked. 

"You're in a hospital. I'm here with you, everything's okay. You're going to be fine..." Caretaker sadly smiled. Whumpee stared up at them with wide eyes, breathing like a wounded animal, gripping the back of caretakers hand with every ounce of strength, which was hardly holding them at all.

Despite caretaker's calm demeanor, whumpee could feel caretaker's hand shaking as much as their own.

"You-" Whumpee breathed, trying to raise their hand to them, but they couldn't.

"Yeah, it's me," Caretaker smiled, collecting their collapsed hand in their own. "I'm here, I'm taking good care of you. You can keep resting, okay?"

Whumpee shook their head no, their body still in fight or flight mode, wanting nothing more but to jump up and assess their surroundings. Caretaker could see their legs twitching and slowly inching off the bed as they sighed and scooted on the bed with them, pushing their legs back to the center.

"No hon, it's too early to be doing that." Caretaker soothed, laying whumpee's head on their shoulder.

It was almost as if as soon as whumeee's cheek settled, they relaxed and their heart rate slowly returned to normal beat by beat. Caretaker looked up at their monitor and sighed with relief watching the numbers stabilize. 

[whump-princess]

When you have 10 things you want/need to be doing and can’t decide which to do first so you do nothing at all 💅🏽

[whump-princess]

More Whumper Lines

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

Tag me if you end up using any!

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Playful/Cheery/Lighthearted

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

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

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

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

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

Dark/Violent/Rough

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

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

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

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

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

Creepy/Intimate

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

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

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

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

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

Reluctant/Hesitant

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

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

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

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

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

#whump dialogue

[whump-princess]

"Please. You're hurting me."

"That's the point."