Bro OVERSTIMULATION???

i love your nsfw stuff and even in the tame content its still so creepy. do you have any tricks for making nsfwhump or noncon more implied instead of being graphic? i know the fade-to-black premise but you always get the idea across and somehow salvage the whumpy feeling.

How to write non-con without being explicit: A guide to getting the point across but leaving out the act.

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Non-con situations and content can be a very difficult (or if you're trauma explorative like I am, a relatively easy) thing to navigate, tactfully or without egregious severity. It's ultimately a very potentially triggering subject and some find it more disgusting than scary. Some blur the lines with dub-con, some hyper-focus on the full scene.

While each and every person that writes or creates content about it, does so for their own reasons, I have seen many examples and this is a subject matter that I have a gratuitous amount of experience working with.

I think there can be varying levels of how much you want to show. If you'd rather not be explicit at all, there are ways to build what I call 'the appearance' of an intimate noncon relationship: which is just using a little knowledge about perception and body language to help add to the situation.

For instance, if you want to psychologically imply that Whumper is too physically/mentally comfortable with Whumpee- here are a few shortcuts that get the point across in my opinion. Little gestures and clips of positioning that you can add to your settings to make them just a touch more dubious or predatorily lustful in nature.

I will also include a few things that can help recognize your Whumper as an intimately inclined one. A few words or thoughts about how to set the scene or embellish things to guide the reader to the feelings you want to instill. Without having to traumatize yourself or anyone involved.

I've dabbled in both explicit and non-explicit dub/non-con and I believe I have a good understanding of trying to balance both. There are ways that if the story or character progression needs it but you're not comfortable writing it in graphic detail; you can work around but get the same effect, essentially.

Whumper touching Whumpee's thigh/knee. Legs in general tend to be considered infrequent touch zones that imply an amount of intimacy on their own. Think of the last person or most common situations your legs have/are touched? How many times does someone hug your legs? Exactly my point, it's a very common part of the body that is ignored unless injured, intimate, or in combat.

Whumper being too casual about stripping them for baths, soiled clothing or hygienic purpose. Slowly taking off their clothing, doing it gently if they're otherwise rough. Clothing is like wrapping paper for bodies, if Whumper is intense about this factor, it can imply they're anticipating and fantasizing. If they're casual, it's understood that stripping happens often to Whumpee, it's a normal thing and they've definitely done it before.

Whumper staring and Whumpee feeling continuously affected by it. (Feeling pinned, trapped, held by the gaze. Following Whumper's gaze to certain parts of their body. Catching the side-ways glances at them when they are thought to be 'not looking'.)

Whumpee automatically closing their legs or adjusting a tighter posture around Whumper. Making movements if possible that create imaginary distance and protection from Whumper. Crossing arms over the chest, crossing legs, creating a barrier between them, if only in body language. Taking a step back in pace, sitting up in their chair if they'd been slouching. Some form of physically responsive tension gives insight into how cautious Whumpee is.

Whumpee is terrified in everyday situations of being restrained, not specifically from the restraints themselves. Seat-belts, heavy blankets, arms over them while they sleep, any sense of restraint making them feel powerless and triggering them. This can also expand to, of course, being physically pinned down, held, hugged, or grabbed.

Whumper skimming into the neck of their shirt while intimidating them. Or alt: dipping into the waistband of their pants while holding them. Just a slide of fingers beyond a physical boundary to push unease. Giving an indication that Whumper would or has gone further than just that covering.

Whumper deliberately whispering in Whumpee's ear and attention being drawn to how close/heated their breath is. You can set a little more mood depending on how you describe the breath. To make it uneasy, calling it sticky or humid can give an insight into the way Whumpee feels.

Whumper licking them, tasting them, biting them exct. Alt: Whumper playing with Whumpee's mouth. Grabbing their tongue, fingers into their mouth, studying, or toying with their lips or teeth. Mouths are intimate by themselves depending on the context of the situation but showing an extra layer of comfort with these things, sets up for a weird feeling. If you want to make it creepy, heavily focus on how much Whumper enjoys these things and vocalize it in the story somehow. Have them comment or narrate to Whumpee what they taste like or how good, etc.

Whumper baiting them with pushing further each time and then changing it up to confuse their internal prep time. Touching them a little more, showing a bit more intention, and then leaving them without the bait for a few days before going again. Make the first move, make the second move on Whumpee, then wait a day or two before going even further the third time. Until they're at the level of intimacy Whumper (or you) want to show.

Whumper exhibits dominance while assuming 'intimate' positions. Parting Whumpee's legs to stand or kneel between them. Grabbing their ankles while putting them into bindings or restraints. Pinning their wrists behind them and sitting on their backside to keep them from fighting. Forcing Whumpee to straddle their lap while doing something as simple as recapping their boring day.

Whumper dictating their dress, fashion, or style. Telling them what to wear, how to wear it, when they look good. Demanding a certain level of perfection. This can also include Whumper hand-dressing them to take that much more autonomy from them. Insults are still a viable way to break a Whumpee down and get in their head. Critiquing their appearance, praising it too much, both could be lethal to a Whumpee's psyche if that's the direction you want to go.

Intrusive personal hygiene is another way; Whumper forcing them to sit still while they brush their hair and fawn over it. Putting lotion on their skin, first aid, bathing them, or brushing their teeth to imply they want it fresh.

Whumper making Whumpee sit at their feet for movies or forcing them to allow an embrace/hold. Long, awkward gaps of silence where Whumper merely holds onto Whumpee. Could be painful, could be normal but Whumpee is expected and required at these times to sit still. Whumper can make it worse by petting them or repetitiously touching them in some manner. Each path could be lower or higher on Whumpee's body in such a way it makes them uncomfortably aware of their intentions.

Whumpee dreading going to go to a bedroom or Whumper's bed. Perhaps they fear all beds and prefer the floor or a chair. Signifying that bed/sleeping or personal space is fearful for Whumpee, gives a surefire way to tip-off that something is intimately askew.

Important factors that in my opinion can help separate intimate Whumpers and regular Whumpers:

Eye contact. It's personal enough that it drives a point of subtle dominance home. If Whumper is obsessive with it and Whumpee is scared of it (or afraid of not making it) that can clue in a good dynamic to build upon for an intimate Whumper.

A desire to touch Whumpee, even if it's just in thoughtful dialogue. Make effort to include how much they want to, or how much they relish in it when they do. Even if it's not an intimate situation, how heavily you focus on their attention to Whumpee's physicality can make for a nice setup or slow-burner.

Removing the typical detachment of 'it' and calling Whumpee she/he/they/them or something affectionate in nature such as pet names, pet, darling, precious, etc. Even just addressing them by their name can shed a form of attachment and or mindset for the scene and Whumper. (Alt: If you want to keep the detachment, have Whumper call them 'it' in general but call them something else when they're becoming intimate/attached. Bringing that much fear around being called anything personally driven.)

Making excuses to Whumpee as to why they're punishing or hurting them. Grandious explanations soothe Whumper's mind as they torment or punish Whumpee for their indebted crimes. Talking to Whumpee through the process of their torture is another minuscule form of intimacy that could potentially confuse and damage their relationship further. (Especially if you mix it with Whumper giving them the silent treatment or withholding sound from them, so they enjoy Whumper's narration of their pain.)

Giving Whumper a hatred for other people in Whumpee's life, circle or even distrusting their own relationships when it comes to Whumpee. The paranoia surrounding Whumpee's activities, if they've been touched, perhaps grilling them with questions if Whumper allows them to be in contact with others. This is a thin chip of obsession that if you include it right, can paint a portrait of Whumper wanting Whumpee all to themselves. (Asking questions like Who touched you? Did anyone hug you? Or even going as far as physically checking Whumpee for marks/evidence of contact while Whumpee was out of their sight.)

Whumper having more interest in their health can be a telltale sign of attraction. Keeping them from starving, dehydrating, giving them sleep at certain times. (Including Whumper addressing their appearance while doing so is added bonus: 'You're prettier when you've slept, you're starting to get too thin for my liking, your lips get dry when you're dehydrated, etc.)

Whumper focuses on intimate zones on Whumpee. Staring them in the eyes, staring at their lips or chest or backside. It's common body language to look where your mind goes or stare at someone's lips to indicate you want to kiss them. The more predatory that you include this, the higher chance the reader will clue in and unwrap the hidden desires. If it's more obvious, the more creepy Whump factor you can add with how shameless it's held. Whumper daring Whumpee to notice them staring and uncaring to how they might feel or react.

Whumper waits until Whumpee is dazed/fevered/delirious to make small gestures or passes at them. Keeping them in bed with them, touching a bit too low or too high to be right but Whumpee doesn't entirely notice. This also works if Whumpee is injured or low-powered; anything that makes them defenseless but Whumper makes it known just how defenseless they potentially are. It could form a pattern, increase in boldness each time. But Whumper only has the courage to show or do things like that to them when they have a larger chance of not remembering it.

Whumper makes hungered gestures when looking at Whumpee or looking at the damage they've caused them. Licking lips, setting jaw, biting tongue/cheek/lips, salivating. Especially if you've made them inhuman, heavily work with the tendencies that happen with hunger or cravings. You can sell a lot.

Whumper intentionally gets them messy, bloody, dismantled in some way that forces them to be close, if not have an excuse to get them naked. This could include staged accidents, spilling, anything to soil whatever Whumpee usually wears. This can also extend easily to making it extra whumpy and breaking something and roughing them up after. An excuse to bandage and care for Whumpee or at least be close enough to examine their handiwork.

Setting the scene and keeping the whump intact:

First off, you'll need to decide what your limits are going to be for your current writing. Also, decide if things will stay in the scene or if you're building up for more explicit happenings to be left up to the imagination.

If you are comfortable with more intense dialogue, I encourage everyone looking to avoid writing the full scenes, to implore it. Dialogue can create more intensive thoughts, projections, and ideas without the hard or uncomfortable work of going all out on an extensive non-con theme.

If you have no objections to 'dirty-talk' dialogue, it can do some heavy-duty work at selling the creepy/intimate factor without having to again, craft a whole scene. This can also include non-explicit but imploratory dialogue that can give a view into how deeply Whumper's intentions and obsession can go.

To give a small idea, Whumper could talk about these topics to push more distress with dialogue:

How Whumpee tastes/smells.

Narrate what they're doing to Whumpee OR what they'd like to do if they had the chance./How they're going to do what they're planning in the long term.

How Whumpee feels under their hands.

How Whumpee is reacting; shaking, trembling, making small noises.

How aroused/interested they are.

How long they've waited to do/get the chance to do something to Whumpee./How much they've looked forward to it or fantasized about it.

How 'honest' Whumpee's body is compared to their words.

What made them want to do the acts in the first place.

How they first fell in love with them.

When they first saw them/How they felt at the time of seeing Whumpee the first time.

Plans for both of them in the future sound too normal to be situationally based. Marriage, a family, buying a house, vacationing, etc. Even celebrating holidays or birthdays.

Praising or scolding them for not fighting/fighting them.

NSFW:

Telling them how tight they were when/are being fucked.

Complimenting how they look while performing a sexual act.

Describing Whumpee back to themselves in a demeaning, sexualized way; narrating their actions with degrading 'pet' names. (Slut, bitch, even more extreme like cumdump, fuckdoll, etc.)

Telling Whumpee how much they were begging for it/asking to be fucked while doing it. Demonizing their normal bodies/actions in such a way implies they've somehow led Whumper on or consented to it. Can be built up with some proper gaslighting.

Critiquing their body in such a way that it implies that they're made for taking the abuse. (Your lips were made for this, Your ass has been begging for it all night, etc.)

How much they love hearing Whumpee's moans and cries of pain and pleasure.

Pointing out how much Whumpee clings or tries to escape/hide from the acts and sensations. Lamenting about how sensitive/unused to the pleasure they are.

Telling them they have no intention of stopping until Whumper is satisfied or talking about how long/much they have to look forward to.

Informing Whumpee how often they'll be fucked/how normal the act will become or has become.

Once you've figured out how far you want to go, what your limits are, and if you want to rely on heavier dialogue for context; the next thing I encourage is to work with whichever side you want to be the most powerful.

If you focus on the Whumper, dialogue, inner thought process and mentality all play big roles in the display I feel. You can get across a lot of intent and cut corners by how much you have Whumper obsess with the thought of the things they want to inflict on Whumpee. If you have them thinking about it, showing physical signs of it (blush/flush, dilated pupils, quick heart rate, physical genitalia ques, etc.) there is a better impact in my opinion no matter how much you cut out.

If Whumper is hyper-focused, soaking in every detail and outer projection Whumpee gives them, it's going to paint a picture of how much Whumper wants them. How far they are willing to go to get those reactions, how much they want to see come out of Whumpee. Giving Whumper a finely tuned sense for Whumpee and a vice for reveling in their physical pains and tip-offs can express how vividly and how deeply the obsession goes.

Don't be afraid to make Whumpers watch. Watch everything. The way Whumpee cries, moans, frowns, twitches. Everything is information for Whumper and if they're addicted to the response, it gives an air of entrapment.

If you focus on Whumpee, lean into the unease and discomfort of whatever situation you throw at them. Make them feel everything, even if they don't show it to Whumper. Try to express the disgust or dread that comes up every time Whumper touches them. Make their skin crawl, prickle, give goosebumps that mean a thousand things.

Close them off from Whumper physically, make them crave distance when Whumper gets close. Flinching when they're touched, pulling away, knocking hands back if it won't get them destroyed by Whumper. The closer Whumper is, the sweatier they get by just how much they already expect contact to be dished out.

If you choose to re-work with dialogue, make them unsure of their responses. Try to make them dubious or open-ended to ensure that the reader and Whumper could take it wrong, whenever you get the chance. You can show heavy manipulation through Whumpee's dialogue, depending on how conditioned or unconditioned it is to the happenstance. If Whumper says something lustful and they reply with something polite but still heading towards a decline; it gives easy reason for Whumper to push further if they don't like being told no.

Whumpee can be forced to verbally consent to relieve Whumper's consciousness and still internally process it as trauma. These two things can very much coincide if Whumpee is aware that they will be treated with more brutal power if they don't consent/agree to Whumper's whims.

An interesting twist could present to have Whumpee be the one to talk dirty to Whumper. Initiate it in such a way they're almost begging to have what they're saying, done to them, to spare themselves Whumpers original wrath. Asking for a gentle touch, even giving explicit detail of what they want Whumper to do them, to try to lead them in a less aggressive direction.

This might seem like a less submissive route but if Whumpee is smart enough and able to play with their outcome, I highly encourage you to make them do so! This can create a bond with Whumper and build trust, even if the situation is faked on Whumpee's end. Even if they still have to hold back their fearful reactions, they can control Whumper in an aspect they couldn't before. Even though they have to give themselves up, they are able to save themselves from the angry, violent aspect.

Another incredible way to imply that a non-con situation is present; Whumpee waking up on a bed, on furniture, and undressed in some fashion. If you set the scene with clothing on the floor, restraints on the bedframe, bruised wrists; you can paint a picture without having to go through the scene itself. Plus, you're able to bypass straight to the aftermath and internalized whump.

You're able to cut a corner and instead, move to Whumpee having a reason to fear Whumper and act skittish around them. Despite how the relationship goes, has went or how the scene itself played out. It's going to add trauma and layers of hurt to Whumpee and their mental status. It will take safety from them, drive them to paranoia if it's randomized and they can't spot Whumpers patterns to prepare themselves.

Things we take as comfort will be horror if the only times they see beds and bedding are when the non-con is coming. If the only time they're allowed in the bedroom, given pillows and blankets after as a sick form of reconciliation for their compliance. If the only time they're bathed or given new clothing is when it's about to be ripped off or their body is about to be used.

This can add a form of panic inside Whumpee and 100% give them enough reason to act however you need/want them to.

Sexually based trauma is no small feat and it can and will destroy your mind whether you want it to or not. It can ruin relationships, all senses of security and make you incredibly self-destructive and irrational.

On top of losing sleep, eating habits, nightmares, night terrors, depression, anxiety, the works. PTSD is a very normal thing to happen in response to sexual trauma, trauma of all kinds too, but it's a very high given for non-consensual assaults.

While I have given a guide and expounded upon this subject, as I said before; it's a very heavy and very serious one. It is something that ruins lives and takes them and while I work closely with it, due to being a survivor myself; I want everyone to know that I am entirely aware of both the gravity and how awful it is.

I do not support nor do I condone sexual violence, gratifying non-con in everyday life, or the fetishization of it but I do support people working through their traumas with healthy habits such as creativity. I believe it shouldn't be a snafu, for the sake of not demonizing the people who have suffered it.

I am not taboo. We are not taboo.

And while these situations bring discomfort, disgust for some, I hope that they kindly look away, for anyone who writes about anything that gives them control back.

If you or anyone you love, needs to speak with someone or needs help with sexual abuse or violence; Please don't hesitate to contact someone, even with a text or a phone call. There are so many resources and hotlines out there, that even if you just get it off your chest, you can survive another day.

[Link to American and International Hotlines]

[Official RAINN Resources NA]

[RCNE EU and International Help]

(If anyone has more thorough lists they could link, I'd love to attach them to the post to continue to push them out there. If I'm going to be presenting topics, I'd also like to add real-life solutions, as well.)

Whump Prompts: Water Torture

Content: Suffocation, waterboarding, drowning, creepy/intimate whumper, tiny whumpee, dehydration, forced to hurt, impossible choice.

Waterboard them. Put a cloth over their face and tip a heap of water onto them before watching as they flail and choke.

A creepy/intimate whumper bathing with their whumpee or sitting on a stool beside the tub and just dunking their entire head underwater without giving them enough time to suck in a deep breath. Make sure they're terrified of bathing by the time they're done:)

A dehydrated whumpee asks for water? tie them down, put a o-ring gag into their mouth and start tipping water into their mouth without giving them enough space to drink it all. Watch as they inevitably choke and scramble for air, trying to turn away from the stream of water but being completely stuck until you decide to show them mercy.

String them up like a piece of meat and dunk them inside a pool or a tank.

Tie them up and toss their entire body into the pool. Just watch as their writhing body floats to the bottom, not realising that they're attached to a rope and can be pulled out at any time.

Making them swim laps around a pool with no way to get out and the floor being just deep enough that they can't reach it without their head falling under. Forcing them to constantly work to keep themselves above water.

Putting a tiny whumpee inside a jar filled with water and screwing the lid on so there's no escape.

If they can keep their head below water for a certain amount of time, they can receive a day without any torture. If they fail, Whumper gets to have hours upon hours of fun with no stop. Their deal involving breaks so Whumpee doesn't die is revoked in this instance. Does Whumper make it achievable for Whumpee? Do they just wanna see how far Whumpee's body can be pushed?

Tying TWO whumpees together with a rope around their waists and tossing them into a pool.

Giving whumpee the choice between waterboarding someone else or getting waterboarded themselves. Bonus points if it's a loved one.

Dunking their head in water and then causing so much pain that they can't help but scream, effectively running out of air almost immediately in the process.

could you do some begging whump dialogue, please

Hiya! I'd LOVE to.

I wasn’t sure on what format you want this in, so I'm going to do a scene. I 100% expect this to run away with me, so I apologize in advance for that lol.

[Edit: Yup it absolutely go out of hand lol. I hope you enjoy regardless!]

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Learning to Beg

[tw: whipping, strangulation, blood loss]

The whip cracked hard against Whumpee's stomach. The skin split that time. They groaned, sagging against the chains that twisted their wrists high above their head. Somehow, it hurt even worse on their front. Whumper had turned them a few minutes prior, saying their back was sufficiently welted and cut. Flipped them like a fucking pancake and started working on the other side.

"Still not going to say it?" Whumper mused, coiling the whip and stepping up to Whumpee's shivering form. "I'm really not asking for much, here."

Whumpee dragged their eyes from the floor, glaring at Whumper. "I'm not begging. I'm not your fucking dog."

Whumper's eyes narrowed, curious. They gently tipped up Whumpee's chin with the coiled whip. "You sure about that?"

Whumpee managed a small, annoyed sigh even with their ribs burning in protest. "It's not going to happen. I'd die before begging you for anything, psycho."

Whumper gave a small smile. "Well considering the fact that you're still talking, I think you can take quite a bit more before you're at the breaking point. But..." They stepped away, considering.

Whumpee saw a spark light up in their eyes. That was…unsettling.

Whumper turned away, smiling. "If you're so sure you won't break, I believe you. No point in fussing with it anymore."

Whumper tossed the whip into the corner. It skittered and unraveled as it came to a rest against the wall. It left tiny streaks of blood across the ground wherever it touched. Whumpee stared at it. "Wha-what do you mean?"

Whumper headed for the door, "Just what I said. No more whip. You're clearly not going to beg for me, so I'll go work on someone who will."

Whumpee's eyes widened. Caretaker.

But they were practically still bleeding from yesterday...Whumper wouldn't.

Whumper stepped out of the room.

They would.

Whumpee pulled against the chains. Their ripped and swollen skin screamed in response, but they kept twisting and wrihting, trying to get a hand free.

Whumper returned moments later, dragging Caretaker by one arm. They could barely keep up, stumbling and dizzy from blood loss. Whumper hadn't even bothered to restrain them. Caretaker's eyes met theirs, frantic and wide for just a moment before they blinked it away. They gave Whumpee a small, reassuring smile, but their eyes couldn't quite match it.

"What are you doing? You'll kill them!" Whumpee jolted against the chains, but they still wouldn't budge. Of course they wouldn't.

Whumper grinned, pulling Caretaker in front of them to face Whumpee. "Quite possibly. They're much closer to the breaking point than you are."

Whumpee's hands itched to reach out and touch Caretaker. They were so close. Whumpee could probably kick them if they tried, but that's not exactly reassuring or helpful.

"It's okay, Whumpee. It's cool. Don't worry about me." They stood tall as soon as they found their balance, but their voice was shaking. Caretaker was always the strong one. They were never afraid. This was wrong. So so very wrong.

Whumper wriggled one arm behind Caretaker's elbows, pinning their arms back with little resistance. They grimaced as Whumper's other hand slithered up to their throat. Caretaker scoffed, "Geez, ever heard of personal space?"

Whumper ignored them, looking to Whumpee. "So, what's it gonna be?"

Whumpee pulled again against the chains, their eyes burning a hole through Whumper. "Don't you dare. Don't you dare hurt them."

Whumper smirked. Careker's eyes went wide as the hand squeezed around their neck.

"No!" Whumpee tried to control their breathing. Tried to not look panicked. "Don't. Leave them out of this! You've done enough!"

Whumper laughed in response. Caretaker started to writhe. Their face was turning red already. "Apparently I haven't." They squeezed tighter, and Caretaker started to panic. They struggled and twisted, but Whumper held them still with little effort.

Whumpee stared, desperate to move, to help, to do anything. All they could do was pull against their bruised wrists more.

"Oh, now this is fun," Whumper chuckled. "Again, I'm not asking for much. I just want you to beg a little."

Whumpee's head spun as Caretaker choked and hissed. Their eyes were starting to lose focus. So fast. Way too fast. Caretaker wasn't in any state to handle this shit.

"Okay! Fine!"Whumpee sputtered. "Please! Please jut let them go."

Whumper smiled at that. “Hmm…” Their hand didn't move. "I don't think that's good enough."

"Wh-what!?" Caretaker's struggling was starting to slow, their jerks were turning into lethargic writhing. Whumpee growled, "What do you mean not good enough!"

"Well, you refused to beg me to stop hurting you before, so I think now you should beg me to hurt you instead of them. I think that would even the scores, don't you?"

"Fuck you."

Whumper smiled in response, their fingers not loosening even a little as Caretaker sagged against them. Whumpee panicked. "Come on, let go. They're passing out, you're going to fucking kill them if you don't let go!"

Whumper clicked their tongue. "Those aren't the words I wanted to hear," they chastised.

Caretaker's eyes went dark as they stumbled down, held up only by Whumper's grip. Whumper was really willing to let Caretaker die. Inches in front of them.

"Okay fine! Please, let them go. Hurt me instead. Whip me. Make me scream - whatever you want. Just let them go, I'm begging you!"

Whumper smirked. "Good timing, I could feel their pulse slipping." Caretaker crumpled to the ground as Whumper stepped back.

They weren't moving.

Fuck they weren't breathing. Whumpee stopped breathing too.

Whumpee looked frantically between Caretaker's crumpled form and Whumper, who was also staring at Caretaker.

Whumper raised their eyebrows at Caretaker, expectant.

Nothing. They checked their watch. Whumpee jerked against the chains uselessly.

Whumper gave Caretaker a swift kick.

Caretaker gasped to life as the boot collided with their spine.

"Ah. There we go."

Whumper stepped over them, heading toward the discarded whip. Caretaker rolled onto their stomach, coughing and sputtering, gasping for air.

Whumpee took in a deep, shaky breath. They were okay. It was fine. Everything was fine. For now.

Whumpee chanced a whisper. They could hardly breathe. "You good?"

Caretaker coughed again and rolled onto their back. "Yeah. Peachy." their voice was horse. Barely functional. More a whisper than anything.

"I'm so sorry."

Caretaker tried to clear their throat, choking on the sound. They managed an amused smile, their eyes still unfocused. "Don't be. You know I'm into the choking thing."

Whumpee couldn't bring themselves to laugh when Caretaker was panting on the ground.

Whumper returned with the whip, gripping Caretaker by the arm and dragging them over to the other side of the room. Caretaker didn't even try to fight, they just sagged against the wall, coughing, as Whumper sauntered up to Whumpee.

They reverently draped the whip over Whumpee's neck like they were presenting them with a medal. The cold, wet blood ticked against their bare skin. "Well done. That was very nice." Whumper tipped their chin up with a finger. "Now you're going to beg me to hurt you. Then when you can't take anymore, you're going to beg me to stop."

Whumpee glared at them. "I already fucking begged, we're done."

Whumper smiled. "Have it your way, but if you pass out without begging, I'm going to turn the whip onto Caretaker instead until you wake back up." They glanced at Caretaker who was barely sitting up straight in the corner. "Hopefully you snap out of it before they lose any more blood - I won't stop if they pass out."

Whumpee sputtered. "But I already...but you said-"

"What I said is that I wanted you to beg. And that's what you're going to do."

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(tags: @whumpawink, @prisonerwhump, @mabledonut)

Break their ankles

An intrusive whump thought of the day

Content: broken bones, intimate whumper, medical whump, ptsd, brief needle & drug mention.

A whumpee with broken ankles desperately crawling for the door, clawing at it uselessly after whumper has slammed it shut, sobbing and begging to be let go.

Or trying to crawl away from whumper, painfully dragging their limp, broken bones along the floor behind them.

An amused whumper sitting and watching it happen, laughing at whumpee’s pathetic attempts to get away, knowing that whenever they’ve decided their captive has gotten far enough, they can yank them back by the chain around their neck and drag them back over with ease. What’re they gonna do, fight back?

Whumpee being forced to rely on whumper for every little thing despite loathing them with every fiber of their being.

Whumper having to carry them everywhere (bridal style)

Bonus points if it’s an intimate whumper and they scoop them up and coo sweet things into whumpee’s ear all “aw, poor sweet thing, don’t worry, I’ve got you,” While whumpee sobs hopelessly into their captor’s chest, disgusted with the closeness and absolutely horrified and ashamed at how helpless they feel like this.

Or maybe whumpee tries to claw their way out of their captor’s arms, and whumper just drops them, laughing at how useless and pathetic they look when they collapse in a crying heap on the floor, unable to go anywhere without whumper’s help.

More bonus points if the bones don’t heal properly and they can never walk quite right again, or if standing or walking for too long causes sharp pains to shoot up through their ankles and they collapse from the agony.

If they ever get a recovery arc, having to get their ankles rebroken and reset to heal properly— The sensation of their ankles breaking all over again bringing back horribly traumatic flashbacks, feeling like they’re back with whumper again, that they’re being tortured again, until they’re screaming and begging and calling the doctors sir and sobbing desperately to be let go. The medical staff is horrified.

And maybe they’re writhing around and thrashing so much that they have to be restrained and sedated in order for the medical staff to reset their freshly broken bones.

A nurse jamming a needle into their neck and emptying an entire syringe into their bloodstream with an “It’s alright, sweetheart, this is for your own good.”

Whumpee in a full-scale flashback begging through tears when they feel the needle, “please, please no— please sir, please don’t, please don’t do this— I— I’ve been good— please I— I can’t—please-“ until the sedative kicks in and their head lolls to the side.

Feel free to add your own prompts/ thoughts! this trope won’t leave my head rn

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Scared of the Dark?

(TW: sensory deprivation, panic attack, phobia, whip, handcuffs, blindfolded)

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“Why didn’t you tell me you were afraid of the dark? Sweetheart, that’s something I can help with.”

Whumpee’s world swam into darkness as the mask pressed against their eyelids. This wasn’t like the normal blindfolds; this one was fitted and soft. Not a trickle of light could wriggle in from the bottom. No grey, no pink, only pure, suffocating blackness.

Panic immediately clenched in Whumpee’s chest. Darkness was bad enough in their old, safe bedroom, but in this psychos basement? Worse. Somehow - impossibly- worse.

Whumper somewhere in the room with them. Oh fuck. Oh fuck where did they go?

The ground immediately felt unsteady under their feet. Whumpee flexed their fingers open and shut rhythmically, trying to keep their breathing steady. The cuffs bit into their wrists as they did. Their ears strained, trying to find Whumper in the deep blackness. They felt like they were floating. Falling. Screaming. They jerked against the cuffs without thinking. Where are they?? Where are they?!

“Please. Please take it off. Please, I’ll be so good.” Their voice shook more than they expected - some of the squeaking words caught between a whisper and nothingness.

A jolt of panic snapped through Whumpee’s spine as fingertips brushed their cheek - no. Knuckles. Gently. They twitched their face away from the touch without thinking. In front of them. Whumper was in front of them.

Whumper laughed softly, and their breath tickled Whumpee’s left ear. Shit. Fuck. Next to them. Whumpee was next to them.

“So good for me? What are you going to do to be good for me? To persuade me?” Whumper stepped closer, their front pressing against Whumpee’s back. FUCK. Behind them. Whumper was behind them. Final answer. Standing behind, speaking in their ear, reaching around to touch their face. Whumpee was completely surrounded. Surrounded by them. By touch. By darkness. Cold, suffocating darkness. Whumpee barely choked back a sob.

Without their sight, they felt unsteady. Like the ground was at an angle. Like they could fall any minute and would have no idea where they’d land. Maybe they wouldn’t land. Maybe they would fall down down down into the sucking inky void, screaming on and on forever as the darkness ate the sound from their throat.

“Well this is certainly having an effect on you,” Whumper gloated. “You can’t even focus enough to answer one little question.” Whumper’s hand dropped from their cheek and trailed down their waist. Whumpee’s skin twitched under the touch, trying to crawl away.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut as tightly as they could manage. Maybe if it’s their choice that they can’t see, the darkness couldn’t devour them.

It did anyway.

“Qu-question?” Whumpee stammered, trying to focus.

Whumper’s fingertips changed direction, skimming small looping patterns over their side and thigh. Completely unpredictable, changing directions sporadically. “Yes, sweet. My question. What would you do to persuade me to take it off?”

Whumpee could feel the strings of the mask burning around their skull. Off. They needed it off. “Anything. Anything, please. Please just take it off.”

“Well thats’s not very persuasive,” Whumper chuckled, using their other hand to make the same velvety soft patterns up Whumpee’s arm. “I’m having a pretty good time right now, so you would have to think of something I want to do even more.”

Off. Off. They were going to take it off. Think of something.

“Darling, I’m not going to wait all night. Make me an offer.”

Whumpee’s heart was pounding in their ears. Think of something. Anything. Something bad. Darkness? No. Not that bad thing. Another bad thing. Something they would like.

Whumpee’s head spun and fell apart into a hundred scattered pieces. The only thing they could think of was the sucking blackness pulling at their skin.

“Better hurry, I’m starting to get bored.” Whumper’s fingers trailed over tender, tingling scars. Whumpee twitched away without thinking, but Whumper only laughed softly. Good. They were usually mad when Whumpee flinched too much. Then they got the whip-

That’s a thing.

“The whip.”

Whumper laughed loudly, making Whumper flinch more. “Ah, so you can talk after all. You really want the whip?”

“Please. Please take it off now. I-I can’t do anymore.”

“No no, darling. I need you to beg me.” Whumper’s hands left Whumpee’s body. That was somehow worse. Whumpee could tell that they were moving but couldn’t tell where. Everything was lost to the void.

Focus. Beg.

“Please. Please. Please take it off.”

Whumper laughed again. Shit. They were in front of them now. The void got smaller. Suffocating them. Squeezing their flesh while trying to rip them apart.

“No no, don’t beg me to take it off. Beg me to whip you. Beg me to make you scream. Tell me how badly you want to bleed for me.”

Pain was coming. So much pain. It sounded like a blessed release - anything but the darkness. They drew in a shaking breath. “Please. The whip. Please whip me.”

“Aww, I think you can be a little more convincing than that.”

Whumpee started to shake so badly they were afraid their knees would give out. The ground still seemed uneaven and sloped under their feet. Just say the words. Say it and it will be done.

“I want you to make me bleed. Please, I want you to whip me. I want to scream for you. I’ll be so good. So, so good. Please take it off and let me be good for you. Let me scream for you.”

Whumpee jerked away as soft fingers cupped their face, but Whumper’s grip help firm. “Now that’s better. So much better. You really are being good for me. You really want me to whip you?”

“Yes. Yes, please whip me.”

“You want to scream for me?”

“I’ll scream so loud. Please. Please.”

“Well how can I say no when my darling is being so sweet? Alright. I’ll whip you.”

Relief flooded Whumpee. Maybe some panic too, but any more panic in their blood was negligible.

“Now thank me for being so gracious.”

Whumpee bit their lip. Just say it and it will be over. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. What a good pet I have.”

Whumpee trembled as Whumper’s hands pulled away from their face. They waited for the mask to slide up and off of them, but it stayed untouched.

“I’m going to take those cuffs off you now,” Whumper said, moving back behind them.

“But you said you’d-”

“Patience, sweet. I thought you said you were going to be good for me? Or would you rather I leave it on all night?”

Whumpee’s mouth snapped shut. Hot tears were starting to fill the mask. They tried to seep back into the creases of their eyelids as the mask pressed close.

“Don’t touch the mask.”

Whumper fiddled with the cuffs for a moment before it clicked off of one hand, then the other.

The Whumpee itched to pull the mask off, but settled for rubbing their aching wrists instead. They were warm and wet - Whumpee hadn’t realized their wrists had started bleeding again. They must have been pulling harder than they thought. The feel of their blood between their fingers made Whumpee dizzy all over again.

They tried to take a step to regain their balance, but that made it worse. Their hands instinctively snapped up to their face to pull off the blindfold.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Whumper growled, clamping onto Whumpee’s wrists and yanking their arms back down.

“I’m sorry! I slipp-”

“Shut up,” Whumper snapped. “If you so much as touch that mask, I will duct tape it to your face and leave you like that until the weekend.”

Their voice dropped. Low. Dangerous. “And if you take it off?” Whumper’s breath brushed across Whumpee’s face and they whispered, “I will cut out your eyes and you will live in this darkness until the day you die. Got it?”

Whumpee’s chest closed in again. They choked for air, processing the threat.

A sharp pain spread across their cheek as their head snapped to the side. “I said. Got it?”

“Yes. I got it,” came the parroted response. Air flooded their lungs again. Too fast. Too slow. Not enough. Whumpee focused on opening and closing their hands again. They couldn’t start hyperventilating. They would pass out. They didn’t want to black out into a deeper darkness. Focus.

“Good. Now get on your knees. I’m going to whip you just like you asked. And you had better be good for me.”

“But,” The mask burned into their face. Off. They needed it off. “You promised. Please. Please take it off.”

Whumper chucked from the other side of the room. Whumpee could hear them pulling the whip off of its place on the wall.

“You begged me to whip you, so I’ll whip you. You never specified that I needed to take the mask off first. Now get on your knees.”

Whunpee’s hands twitched. They clenched them together to keep from touching the mask. It was hard. Very hard.

“Please just-“

The whip cracked across their chest. Whumpee screamed, stumbling back.

“I said ‘knees’. Now.”

Whumpee hesitated.

“Don’t make tell you again.”

Whumpee’s knees buckled involuntarily, and they sunk to the floor. They couldn’t hold back their sobs anymore. Their breaths came shallow and fast, a sporadic and painful rhythm as they choked on the all-consuming blackness.

Whumpee couldn’t even brace for the pain as their chest tightened more and more. Their hands went numb as the darkness flooded through them. The cold sucking sensation overwhelmed them. The world turned upside down as the blackness pulled them deeper into the void.

Whumpee flinched hard as Whumper’s fingers gently brushed through their hair, but they didn’t pull away.

“Oh darling, you’re such a mess.”

Whumpee continued their choking sobs in response. They were shaking so hard they were afraid they’d topple over and fall into eternity.

“You have been so good for me. You didn’t even touch the mask. I’m so proud of you.”

The mask burned. It pulled in on their face like a python, squeezing tighter and tighter as they gaped for air. The darkness sucked away their warmth, leaving them shaking and numb, fighting for life on the concrete.

“So good indeed. I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?”

Searing white light flooded Whumpee’s vision as Whumper slipped the mask up and off. They gasped at the crisp air, eyes darting around the room painfully. Whumpee’s hands flew to their face, and they scrubbed the tears away from their eyes, blinking up at the light. Feeling returned to their fingers, a burning, blessed warmth.

Whumper knelt in front of them, tossing the whip far to the side, out of reach.

“But…” Whumpee stammered, “but, but I thought you-”

“Oh hush, darling. Don’t work yourself back up into a panic.” Their fingers snuck out to caress Whumpee’s cheek, and Whumpee gladly leaned into the soft warmth. “You were very, very good for me. You’ve done enough for today.”

Whumpee blinked at them. “No…no whip?”

“Not tonight.”

Whumpee reached up to hold the hand on their cheek as they processed the words. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Whumper. Thank you!”

Whumper smiled at them, warmly but amused. “You’re very welcome.”

Whumper stood up smoothly and retrieved the whip, putting it back in its place on the wall.

“Bring me the mask and cuffs, will you?”

“Of course, Whumper.”

Whumpee located both on the floor behind them. They scooped them up and stood - legs all pins and needles - and quickly brought them to Whumper who took them and tucked them away in their places as well.

“There. Everything where it should be.” Whumper glanced at the clock. “Except you. You should be in bed at this hour.” Whumper turned and gently wiped away the rest of Whumpee’s tears. They hadn’t quite calmed down yet, but they could breathe. That was good enough.

“Let’s get you to bed. And take this with you.” They handed Whumpee a small box.

It was a nightlight. Brand new.

Whumpee looked up at them, eyes wide.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. I told you I could help. I take care of my things. Now, get to bed,” Whumper said, tousling Whumpee’s hair playfully. “I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

.

Continued here.

Quiet as a Mouse

"Please, please, Whumper!" Whumpee scrambled back, wood scraping their bleeding hands as they tried to get away from the awful contraption Whumper held. Tears stained their cheeks and their back hit the wall. They stared up at Whumper as they crouched down to gently collect the tears on their thumb.

"Whumpee, you don't understand. I'm not doing this as a punishment, I'm doing this to help you." They cupped Whumpee's cheek in their hand and kissed their forehead. "The people at the house we're going to like silent pets. They won't stand for any talking or whining like you're used to here."

"I- I can be quiet," Whumpee pleaded. "You won't even know I'm there." They grasped Whumper's wrist in an effort to keep the muzzle away from their face.

"Shhh, pet, I know you can be, but they don't. I promise I'll take it off as soon as we leave, okay?" Whumpee shook their head and pressed back against the wall. They hated being muzzled and it wasn't a new thing. Whumper tsked and grabbed their wrists with one hand, pulling them into their lap and pinning their arms to their side.

"Whumper, please! I'll be good! I'll mmph!" The leather bit slipped between their teeth and the straps tightened around their head, cutting off their words. They shook their head and whined, tears soaking into the leather.

"I really am sorry," soother Whumper. They grabbed a collar from behind them and fastened it around Whumpee's neck, clipping a leash to it. They stood and gently helped Whumpee to their feet, putting an arm around their shoulders to help them walk. "Come on, darling. The sooner we leave, the sooner you'll get those off."

Small things to scare/upset your whumpees

Taking away/ruining their comfort items

Giving them impossible choices.

Overworking them.

Behave erratically. Become unpredictable. Be calm and rational about things that should upset you and lose your shit over minor things until they can't tell what's coming next.

Making up rules that contradict each other.

Denying them food and water.

Touching them when they don't want you to.

Threatening to give them away/sell them.

Scare them while they're holding something to see if it breaks.

Tearing up/getting rid of what little possessions they have.

Threatening them with something really drastic (make sure not to do this too regularly or they'll eventually catch on!)

Cutting off their airflow and pretending to walk away.

Give vague instructions and watch their dumb little brains try to fill in the dots.

Tell them they're bad. That's all. Cup that adorable little face in your hands and tell them they're doing a bad job and just watch the tears start to pour.

Yell at them to get their attention, just to tell them you love them.

List of ways to trigger a (optional: former pet whumpee) whumpee? Like post rescud, in the healing stages, what could set them off? Im like so out of ideas. 😭😭

I got you! Here just the first ones I could think of-

Upsetting moments.

Doors slamming.

Doing dishes/cooking in a way that bangs the pots.

Blaring alarms.

Scissors a little too close during a haircut.

Whumpee breaking something or burning food - waiting for punishment.

The sound of a door locking.

Seeing actual pets around and hearing ‘good boy!’ ‘good girl!’ ‘good pup!’(etc)

Triggering phrases that mirror their old commands.

“That’s perfect.”

“Be good.”

“Sit.”

Ambiguously/potentially threatening phrases.

“What are you doing in here?”

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Hm.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“I have some friends coming over.”

Abrupt transitions.

Waking them up abruptly / loudly.

Sudden changes in emotion.

Getting angry over small things.

Plan changes.

Things that might make them think Whumper is coming back?

Seeing a similar vehicle to Whumper’s.

Doorbells.

Unknown numbers calling.

Most importantly: Little comforts Whumper used to use as rewards.

Combing fingers through their hair.

Forehead kisses.

Holding their hand.

Cuddling.

Little treats (chocolates, etc).

Buying new outfits for them.

Being bathed/massaged.

Things a little too similar to pet stuff.

High collared shirts or short necklaces that feel like a collar.

Heat of a straightener/curling iron that reminds them of the brand.

Deep bowls/dishes that are similar to dog food bowls.

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The Prince of a Bloodstained Game (completed)

My first ever series, made a while ago. Royal Whumper Leonidas, spy Whumpee who was sent to kill him Harlow. My advice, just don't. Don't go there. I haven't looked back. Who knows what horrors await in my old writing

A Drop Of Honey

Probably my most consistent series tbh, ongoing for months. I only work on it when requested. Bitch Whumpee called Bee, no other characters are worthy of names. We've got Friend and Whumper, that's it

Red Stained Riches

(Whumptober 2022) Kaden shouldn't have gone to the party. Rich creepy whumper named Mathias. Ongoing.

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Whumpuary 2022. Ignore how the first 12 parts are nameless, I’m slowly going back to fix it. Noah is a spy, and hell is he in over his head

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Coriander took a turn a bit too fast during a storm, and they ended up on the wrong person’s doorstep.

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Make a whumpee beg for something they need so desperately, without any pointers on how their new whumper likes it.

Make them play trial and error.

It’s so much more humiliating that way.

‘Please—I don’t know how to please you—‘

‘Maybe I just like to keep you guessing.’

Make them scramble. Make them panic.

Make them throw darts at the wall until something sticks.

Let them sit and slowly suffocate in how much worse this is—that any sick, humiliating shit they do or say or offer is volunteered from their own brain, rather than something they’ve been ordered to do.

When nothing makes the pain stop, watch them get desperate. Let them slowly splinter and crumble away until they’re begging for orders—forgetting entirely what it was they wanted in the first place. all they want now is to be told what to do, how to please you—anything to make it stop.