#whump thoughts
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Whumpee jumped at the sound of Caretaker’s voice. They practically spun around and pressed themselves up against the front door, closing it again as they did so. “Uhm… I just- I wanted to go out for lunch with a friend… I haven’t seen them for a while and I-”
“I am the only friend you need, Whumpee.” Caretaker stepped forward and gently ran their fingers through Whumpee’s hair, pulling them close to their chest. Whumpee felt like they were suffocating, though they didn’t dare pull away. “Am I not good enough for you? Is that why you want to leave?”
“Y-you are good enough! I was only gonna be gone for an hour or two…”
Caretaker didn’t care. “Put the bag down,” they murmured, scratching the back of Whumpee’s head. “I can’t have you leaving this house, my dear. Someone might hurt you, and I can’t have that happening. How ‘bout we go watch a movie instead?”
Whumpee swallowed. They really wanted to see their friend. It had been over a year since Caretaker had let them have any sort of freedom.
However, after a moment, they slowly dropped their bag onto the wooden floor and sniffled, trembling hands reaching into their back pocket for their phone.
“I’ll tell my friend I won’t be coming…”
“Good.” As Caretaker pulled away, they snatched Whumpee’s outdated phone from them and slipped it into their own pocket. “I’ll be deleting every conversation and contact that isn’t to me. You can have it back when I’m done.”
Whumpee simply nodded, too embarrassed and upset to argue.
“What’s this?”
Whumpee could feel the heat rising to their cheeks as they held out their childhood stuffed animal towards Caretaker. Their shoulders lifted slightly in a shrug and they instinctively glanced down, not wanting to make any eye contact.
“Uhm… well, you told me you were having trouble sleeping, so I thought you might like to have her to cuddle with at night. She always makes me feel better, and I want you to feel better, too.” Their voice barely reached above a whisper, and it trembled with anxiety, yet it started to ease as soon as they noticed the giddy smile now on Caretaker’s face.
“You’re so cute,” they hummed, and as they gently took Whumpee’s favourite stuffed animal, they brought it into a hug to emphasise how grateful they were. “Thank you, my dear. Truly.”
Whumpee simply grinned right back at them, the blush on their cheeks never fading.
Warning: Wounds.
“Look at you,” Whumper mocked. As they knelt down beside Whumpee’s beaten body, they tilted their chin up with their index finger, smirking. “You were so determined not to break, too. I was almost rooting for you.”
Warning: Captivity.
Whumpee sniffled, pressing their face into Caretaker’s shoulder as Whumper’s footsteps started to get louder. “They’re not gonna keep their promise,” they whispered shakily, squeezing their eyes shut with a muffled whimper. “We’re not getting out of here, are we?”
The lump in Caretaker’s throat thickened. “I- I don’t know,” they admitted, their voice cracking as they held Whumpee tighter with a tender kiss to their forehead. “I don’t know.”
Warning: Whips.
Musician whumpees being made to play/sing something for Whumper and their friends, but every time they make a mistake, it equals one whip. Whumpee then has to tally up how many whips that is afterwards.
Warning: Hospital settings.
“Please don’t,” Whumpee whimpered, clinging to Caretaker even tighter when they tried to let go. “Please don’t leave me. I- I don’t- please.”
Caretaker gently trailed their fingers through Whumpee’s hair, planting a soft kiss to their forehead. “I’m not leaving you, Whumpee. I just need to step out of the way so the nurses can help yo-”
“No!”
Warning: Non-consensual (non-sexual) touching.
“Get the fuck off me!”
Caretaker’s arms tightened around Whumpee’s waist and chest, preventing them from going anywhere as they kicked and sobbed. “I’m not letting go of you until you calm down.”
“Do- do you still love me? Please… I’m trying to be good…”
The Caretaker-turned-Whumper smiled, using their foot to push Whumpee back into their tiny box. “Oh, honey… absolutely not.”
Warning: Muzzled, conditioning.
“Whumpee, please,” Caretaker begged, watching as Whumpee pushed themselves further back into their little cage, muzzle tight over their mouth. “It’s okay, I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to take your muzzle off.”
Whumpee whimpered, their entire body trembling as they shied away from Caretaker’s gentle touch. “I need it. ’m dangerous.”
This was not their Whumpee speaking. This was years of Whumper’s conditioning, and it shattered Caretaker that they truly believed they were dangerous.
Concept: Whumper gifts a tiny Whumpee to their main whumpee as some sort of pet to look after.
- Tiny Whumpee hiding inside Whumpee’s clothes when Whumper’s around.
- Whumpee giving the best bits of every meal to Tiny Whumpee, and stealing snacks from the pantry to give to them whenever they can.
- Whumpee doing whatever they can to give Tiny Whumpee comfort, even if it means sacrificing their own.
- Whumpee hiding Tiny Whumpee somewhere safe until they return from their time with Whumper.
- When Tiny Whumpee gets cold, Whumpee will wrap them up in whatever they can find, or cup them inside their hands.
- Tiny Whumpee hugging Whumpee’s finger when either of them are scared.
- Whenever Whumpee misbehaves, Whumper punishes them by hurting Tiny Whumpee instead.
- Whumpee sitting Tiny Whumpee on their shoulder or inside a pocket as they cook breakfast/lunch/dinner for Whumper.
- When they’re apart, Tiny Whumpee will sit and cry at the door until Whumpee returns.
- Whumpee letting Tiny Whumpee sleep inside their hand at night.
Warning: [Mentioned] emeto, wounds, bound whumpee.
“You can’t leave me here like this!”
Alex grinned, leaning lazily against the wall as they admired their artwork. Despite much protesting and fighting, they’d finally managed to tie little Ollie to the ceiling fan in their living room, arms and wrists tight against the blades while the it worked at a slow speed. Each time it wriggled in an attempt to free itself, the blades pressed further into It’s soft flesh, wounding it further.
“Don’t worry, little thing!” she smiled, reaching across to turn the dial that controlled the fan. Ollie let out a tiny noise, almost resembling a squeal as it felt the speed pick up. “I’ll be back in an hour to check on you. If you puke on my nice carpet, you’ll be receiving another punishment.”
“Get me down from here!” it cried. “Make it stop! I’ll- I’ll be good!”
Again, she turned the speed up just a little. “You and I both know that’s not true. You’re a little brat, and this is what brats are for. Master’s entertainment.”
“Ihateyou!”
“This is for your own good, my dear. Now, be quiet and stay there until I get back.”
Alex thought she heard Ollie growl, though it sounded more like a sob than anything else.
With a wicked smile still on her face, she slowly backed out of the living room and shut the door behind her, ignoring Ollie’s desperate pleas as she got ready to go out.
Warning: Self harm.
“Whumpee, please stop hurting yourself.”
Whumpee whimpered, trembling fingers yanking at their own hair as they rocked back and forth in their cell. In the small cell next to them, Caretaker sat leaning against the bars, reaching in as far as they could to comfort them with their touch.
“C-can’t… stop… ’m so scared.”
This or That - Whump Edition
ropes or chains | deprivation or overstimulation | Mental torture or physical torture | Beatings or whippings | whumpee turned caretaker or caretaker turned whumpee | hurt or comfort | Dehydration or starvation | defiant whumpee or obedient whumpee | muzzled or gagged | branding or collared | successful rescue or failed escape | vampire whump or fairy whump | hidden injury or known whumpee | blood or tears | non-con or torture | multiple whumpees or multiple whumpers | servant or pet | fangs or wings | tiny whump or giant whump | hypothermia or hyperthermia | sick or injured
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Thinking of creating a new OC specifically for the purpose of whumping him brutally…
But I already have so many OCs…
But I want a new one
That first time Defiant Whumpee’s finally crumble and whisper ‘please…’
TAKE ALL MY DAMN MONEY
Warning: Whips.
Musician whumpees being made to play/sing something for Whumper and their friends, but every time they make a mistake, it equals one whip. Whumpee then has to tally up how many whips that is afterwards.
