Masterlist of Masterlists
Original and fan fiction. (M) and (F) indicate male and female whump. Please be mindful of warnings on each individual fic.
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Anonymous asked:
Hi, I read a story on here before and I can't find it again and I was wondering if you wrote it?
It was a multi chapter story about a woman who ran away from her abusive husband disguised as a man. She boarded a ship to get away but it was captured by pirates. She was forced to join their crew while still disguised as a man. When the captain found out, he had her whipped in front of the crew. One of the pirates helped her tend to her wounds and taught her to fight. She found her stuff among the pirates plunder. The captain agreed to let her keep her grandmothers necklace if she helped in the next raid.
That's all I can remember.
Did I write that? I can’t remember writing that. That does sound like an interesting concept though!!! I have a steampunk pirate whump story called Cassian’s Resistance but it’s nothing like what you’ve described, except for the whipping part I believe. If you ever find it PLSSSS let me know tho 👀👀👀👀👀
Hi this was asked so long ago but I just saw this and I know that series!! It's amazing!!! Wanted to share it asap, it's a gem! By @actress4him and the series is called In Irons.
https://www.tumblr.com/alexmundaythrufriday/746168953879003136?source=share
Oh hey, yeah that’s definitely mine! Crazy to see other people searching for my fics like this 😅 Also my apologies to everyone who loves In Irons and has been waiting ages for it to update. I will try my best…at some point…when I take a break for a moment from obsessing over Shadow of Death lol
Anyway, here’s the link to the In Irons masterlist for anyone who wants it: https://www.tumblr.com/actress4him/653552357817352192/in-irons-masterlist
And thanks, everyone, for the compliments!
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I think we need to torture more girls
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RB if you're a whump blog that doesn't post NSFW (As in, sexual content) I need to find some blogs to follow! Bonus if you have ongoing original series.
Whumptober 2024 Masterlist
1. Race Against the Clock | Search Party | Panic Attack (caretaker whump)
2. Amusement Park (abusive relationship)
3. Fingerprints | Wrongfully Arrested (accused of murder)
5. Sunburn (mer whump)
7. Magic with a Cost (empathetic healing)
8. Sleep Deprivation | Forced to Stay Awake (noise torture)
9. Bruises (aftermath of whump)
11. Loneliness | “Leave no trace behind, like you don’t even exist” (homeless whumpee)
12. Starvation (aftermath of whump)
13. Multiple Whumpees (used against each other)
14. Left for Dead (collapsed building)
15. Painful Hug (hidden injuries)
16. Wound Cleaning (forced to stay quiet)
17. Nowhere Else to Go (doorstep collapse)
18. Loss of Identity (royal whump)
19. Blood Trail | Abandoned Cabin (escape attempt)
21. Tattoo Gun (noncon body modification)
23. Public Display (whipping)
25. Surgery | Stitches | Being Monitored | “It’s for your own good” (uncooperative patient)
26. Nightmares (caretaker whump)
28. Denial | CCTV | Exposure | “They caught me red-handed” (leader whumper)
29. Fatigue | “Who said you could rest” (forced labor)
30. Hospital Bed | Holding Back Tears (post-rescue)
31. Asking for Help (ptsd)
Shadow of Death - Mission Gone Awry
I finally edited part 1 of the OG Brumaria rp for posting! This is where it all began, before we even realized that they were going to end up as soulmates in every universe imaginable.
Bruno belongs to @painful-pooch , who wrote his dialogue and actions here. My plan is to have more of his perspective in the next part!
Taglist: @sssunshinebreeze , @whumplovers-collaborate
Contains: lady whump, gunshot wounds, blood, murder, guns and knives, passing out, very vague fear of noncon, references to war
The sun is dipping low in the sky, casting long shadows across the hard-packed dirt of the compound. Kamaria stays crouched deep inside one of them, just behind the commander’s tent. He’s inside now. She already confirmed it with her own eyes. The first leg of the mission - slipping over the fence and past the many guards to get to her current hiding spot - is done, and now she just has to wait for her opportunity to strike.
The guard change should be any minute now. She’s confident in her ability to work silently, but there’s always the chance that her target will make some kind of noise. So just to be safe, she’ll wait until the soldier planted just on the other side of his tent is too distracted to notice what’s going on inside.
Peering out from underneath her dark hood, she watches as the new guard approaches. Cinse, katre, try, dyu, unas…
She lifts the bottom of the tent, rolls underneath, raises the dagger in her hand, and throws.
Whumptober 2024 - Day 31
Asking for Help
Contains: generic whumpee and caretaker, flashback, panic attack
They couldn’t breathe. The images of the past had them by the throat, pounding into their mind with a force that left their head spinning and chest aching. It wouldn’t stop, one memory after another, every horrific moment, all of the sounds and the fear and the pain right there as if it was happening all over again.
It took what seemed like ages for the present to come back into focus. Took even longer before Caretaker could coax normal breaths out of them, before the tears stopped pouring unchecked and the shaking in their limbs calmed to small tremors.
Even then, they didn’t speak for several minutes. Caretaker sat patiently with them through the whole thing, touching only when Whumpee was ready, at which point they moved so that Whumpee could lean their head on Caretaker’s shoulder. Together they drew in deep breaths, staring silently off into the distance.
“I think…” Whumpee began at last, their voice weak and exhausted. “I think I need…help.”
They’d tried for so long to deny it, to be strong and handle everything on their own. But they were tired of fighting. Tired of being alone through all of this. They were just…so, so tired.
Caretaker’s hand found theirs and gave it a tight squeeze. “Okay.” They sounded a bit choked up. “Whatever you need, Whumpee, I’ll make sure it happens. I am right here for you. Always, okay?”
Whumpee turned their face in to Caretaker’s shoulder. “Okay,” they whispered. Somewhere deep inside them, underneath the layers of fear and fatigue, a little flame of hope flickered to life.
Whumptober 2024 - Day 30
Hospital Bed | Holding Back Tears
Contains: generic characters, aftermath of captivity, aftermath of rescue, panic, crying
Whumpee woke with a start and immediately couldn’t breathe. Everything around them was blinding white and unfamiliar, they didn’t know where they were, what was Whumper doing to them now? They struggled to sit up, but they were so weak that their arms just collapsed underneath them.
Then someone was there, looming above them and putting their hands on their shoulders. Through the haze of fear, they were just a silhouette, but it couldn’t be anyone but Whumper. It was always Whumper, always with some new method to hurt them. They stopped trying to move, instead lying there trembling with their eyes shut, waiting for the pain to start.
“Whumpee! Calm down, breathe. You’re safe.”
Whumptober 2024 - Day 29
Fatigue | “Who said you could rest?”
Contains: generic whumpee and whumper, leader whumper, forced labor
Whumpee stumbled, catching themself with their shoulder against the wall, and quickly set down the heavy load in their arms before they ended up dropping it. Exhaustion weighed heavily on their body. Leaning their head against the wall, they shut their eyes, feeling their insides practically tremble.
“Excuse me?” Leader’s voice echoed down the hall, and Whumpee flinched, immediately struggling to straighten. “Who said that you could rest? Do you realize how much work still has to be done?”
How much work you still have to do, is what they meant. Because it was all Whumpee’s job, according to them. And after this job, there’d be another. And another. It was never ending.
“I just needed a second,” they mumbled, knowing already that it would do no good. Bending, they heaved up their load again, nearly falling over but managing to right themself.
“We don’t have a second,” Leader snapped, predictably. “Quit being lazy and speed it up.”
Whumpee didn’t have it in them to respond. All of their focus had to go into putting one foot in front of the other without collapsing.
Whumptober 2024 - Day 28
Denial | CCTV | Exposure | “They caught me red-handed”
Contains: generic characters, abuse by a leader, team whump, corporal punishment, self-deprecating thoughts
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Whumpee insisted. Their calm exterior gave away nothing, or at least so they hoped. Inside, their panic was growing by the second, clawing up their throat and threatening to choke them.
“Do you hear yourselves? You’re talking about Leader. They…they’re a good person. They wouldn’t hurt anybody.” Not unless they had a really good reason.
Teammate frowned, crossing their arms. “So you’re saying Leader has never hurt you. Not even a little bit.”
Whumpee sputtered. “Not on purpose!”
A moment passed in which the creases in Teammate’s expression grew even deeper. Finally, they waved a hand at Techie. “Show them.”
Sighing, Techie spun around in their chair and clicked a button on the computer. The screen came to life with a low-resolution, black and white video of a hallway Whumpee recognized. Their heart dropped into their stomach. This couldn’t be what they were afraid it was…right?
Whumptober 2024 - Day 27
Laboratory | Muzzled
Contains: generic whumpee and whumpers, lab whump, restraints, defiant to broken whumpee, dehumanization, captivity
“Get your hands off me!” Whumpee snarled, fighting against the hold on their arms as hard as they could. “I’m not your subject, I’m a person! You can’t do this!”
It took half a dozen scientists, but they managed to drag Whumpee onto the cold metal table, clamping restraints around their ankles and legs despite their furious kicking and eventually shoving their torso down to secure with even more restraints. Their head was held in place by metal across their throat, but that didn’t stop them from continuing to shout and snapping their teeth at the next scientist who brought their fingers too near.
“We’ve got a biter,” they called over their shoulder, not sounding all that concerned. “Bring the muzzle.”
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Mute Whumpee who uses some form of sign language has their hands bound I a way where they can’t properly sign.
Bonus Whumper doesn’t know whumpee is mute or pretends not to and/or doesn’t care.
Whumptober 2024 - Day 26
Nightmares
Contains: generic whumpee and caretaker, strangulation, panic, caretaker whump
Whumpee was having a nightmare. Caretaker knew they got them sometimes, but they’d never actually witnessed one before. But tonight the two of them were sharing a room, and Caretaker woke to the sound of whimpering and thrashing.
Concerned, they swung their feet to the floor and leaned forward, eyes squinting to see through the darkness. “Whumpee?” they whispered. “Whumpee, wake up.”
There was no response. Whumpee groaned and tossed their head, and Caretaker’s stomach sank with sympathy. Standing, they crept over to the other bed and reached out, gently touching Whumpee’s arm and shaking it a little.
“Whumpee! It’s okay, just wake up!”
Whumptober 2024 - Day 25
Surgery | Stitches | Being Monitored | “It’s for your own good”
Contains: generic whumpee and caretaker, needle mentions, mild blood, surgery aftermath, nonconsensual drugging, bedside vigil
Whumpee woke slowly to the sound of rhythmic beeping. It took a moment for them to pry their eyes open, and another to orient themself with where they were. Turning their head, they found Caretaker slumped in a chair next to the bed, dozing with their mouth hanging open.
The pain wasn’t as bad as they thought it might be. Probably had something to do with the IV drip attached to their arm. Pain or no pain, though, they couldn’t keep lying there. This fight wasn’t finished. Just because they got injured didn’t mean that they could stop, there was far too much to do that was way more important than their health.
Trying to stay as quiet as possible, they pushed themself up off the pillows and swung their legs over the side of the bed. The injury on their stomach felt tight and strange, but not really painful. Caretaker’s head moved slightly, and they froze, but they remained asleep.
Whumptober 2024 - Day 24
“I never knew daylight could be so violent”
Contains: generic whumpee and caretaker, captivity, rescue, blindfold
They’d longed for light, those long days locked in the cell. There were no windows, and the few times the door did open there was only more darkness beyond. Whumpee’s eyes had adjusted to it as best they could - not that there was much to see in the cell, anyway. But they’d dreamed of the sun, of basking in its rays and taking in the beautiful, colorful sights of the world once more.
Rescue came, at last. The cell door opened for the final time, and Whumpee finally got to stumble through it, following the gentle hands that guided them down the dark hallway toward freedom. It was so close. Their battered, weak body moved a little quicker, ready for fresh air and sunlight.
But when the door to freedom was thrown open and the daylight flooded in, Whumpee cried out and threw themself backward, trying to escape it. They closed their eyes, but even through their eyelids it hurt. With their back to the door and their arm slung across their face, they tried to catch their breath, involuntary tears from the sudden strain wetting their eyelashes.
They were finally free, and they couldn’t even enjoy it. Couldn’t even take the last few steps to leave this place behind. They tried again to look, squinting, but everything was blinding white and they couldn’t hold their eyes open against it.
“Here.” Caretaker placed a hand on their shoulder, then something soft touched their face. “Is it okay if I tie this around your eyes? It’ll help until we can get you somewhere that’s not as bright.”
Reluctantly, Whumpee lowered their arm, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and allowed themself to be blindfolded. “It’s just…temporary, right?”
“Of course,” Caretaker reassured them. “We’ve just got to take it slow, alright? We’ll introduce a little bit of light at a time.”
Whumptober 2024 - Day 23
Public Display
Contains: generic whumpee and whumper, whipping, humiliation, mild blood, mild gore, corporal punishment, restraints
“Let all who witness this be warned - thus shall it be done to those who disrespect His Imperial Highness!”
The late autumn air was cold against Whumpee’s bare back, but the hundreds of eyes on them that they could feel without looking had them heated with shame. No one out there cared a thing about them. They didn’t care that the charges were trumped up, didn’t care about the pain that Whumpee was about to experience. They just wanted entertainment, in the form of blood and punishment.
Pressing their forehead into the rough wooden post, Whumpee waited, tense with dread. Any second now, the whip would come down on them. They had no way to anticipate what it would feel like, they’d never been whipped before.
There was a slight rustle behind them, then a whistling sound, and suddenly a line of fire was painted across their back. Whumpee jerked in their restraints, crying out, and the crowd raised a cheer.
Whumpee was determined after that not to make any more noise, not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction. It didn’t matter, though. Their audience roared out the number of each stroke as it fell, clearly enjoying the spectacle. On lash five, their din rose even higher. It wasn’t until Whumpee felt warm blood trickling down their back that they understood why.
By the end, Whumpee was practically dangling from their wrists, which had started to bleed, as well. The noise of the crowd faded in and out with their vision. Their entire back felt shredded beyond hope of ever being put together again.
“The criminal shall remain here throughout the rest of the day, as a reminder to all.”