Caretaker dealing with a more angry, combative whumpee. One that has destructive outbursts full of screaming and hyperventilating. All they can see is red. Angry at what whumper did to them. To the point Caretaker has to learn how to physically restrain them from further hurting themselves. Especially when whumpee turn their rage towards caretaker. They let a few swings hit but ultimately have to stop them. Holding their arms away from their body. Repeatedly apologizing as they do so.

Later cradling whumpee in their lap when they've finally exhausted themselves. Head tucked in caretaker's shoulder, hands clutching at their shirt. Begging caretaker to not leave them. 'I'll never leave you, just don't want you hurting yourself or me,' holding them just as tightly. 'You have every right to be angry at them. Whumper should've never laid a hand on you. You didn't deserve any of it.' Their voice was barely higher than a whisper.

~Whump Prompt~

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Whumper comes from a culture where biting, scratching, and hitting are signs of affection. Whumpee does not.

When Whumper finally catches Whumpee, they can’t help but express their feelings towards a very terrified Whumpee, who pleads for Whumper to stop. Whumper can’t understand why what they’re doing is wrong- what’s the matter with a little love?

Bro just came off the mind stone cocaine be nice to him

Pain

A whumpee who starts experiencing sadistic thoughts during their recovery. They want to inflict pain on someone. It's a compulsion, a tick in their brain they never had before.

They feel horribly, soul-crushingly guilty. Because they know exactly what it feels like, how awful it is. And they want to do it anyways.

The Blackmuir Reign

One: King Blackmuir 

Summary: A newly crowned King Therrin remembers a task he’s been putting off for days. He’s been told there is a prisoner in the lowest, coldest cell of the dunegons who might be of interest to him.

CW: fantasy medieval setting, royalty, prisoner whump, captivity, abuse, starvation, political prisoners, child ward/political prisoner, drunkenness, referenced corporal punishment when character was a minor, feverish whumpee, hurt/comfort

Therrin Blackmuir reached up and adjusted his new crown.

It was the crown of a king; not a slim, moonjeweled circlet of silver for a prince but a hearty crown of gold, with speared peaks like a trident. Held in the center was a single ruby, like the molten eye of a dragon.

It pleased him, but wearing it all evening had bruised his head. He took it off for a moment’s relief as he walked alone down the hall, holding it at his side as if it were a tin helmet. His footsteps echoed in the dak corners, and shadows leapt on the wet stones from the light of the braziers.

The reports of no one having seen the owner of the house in a while were all they had to go off of. Surely it was just an average wellness check: after all, the occupants were reported to be very reclusive from the start, so this was nothing particularly unusual. The residence was quiet, almost eerily so, and when they started to look around to notice there were no signs of anyone entering or exiting they knew something had to have happened.

As soon as they broke into the place, the familiar yet absolutely foul odors hit them all at once. Decay, mold, waste, all mixing together into a cocktail that could only mean it was already way past the window of time where something could possibly be done. The team stares at each other, resignation and understanding plastered on their faces. This simple wellness check had just turned into a body retrieval mission.

They find the source of the smell in the main living room. A badly decomposing body, sitting calmly in a recliner. TV still on. The animal was chained to the foot of the furniture. Unable to free itself from the chains, they assumed it must have naturally starved to death. What could have gone through its brain, realizing it was trapped and no one was coming for it? Would it have been intelligent enough to despair?

They call in for reinforcements with body bags and biological waste disposal. It isn't until they cut the chain and examine the animal more closely that someone notices the weak rising and falling of its emaciated ribs. The medic placed their finger underneath the creature's nose and much to his complete shock, it was still breathing. Somehow, through sheer luck, they must have made it just in the nick of time.

"Bring a stretcher over here! It's alive!"

the caregiver’s birthday is coming up. they’re hesitantly excited - this is a light happy day that won’t put pressure on the whumpee, who only recently got saved from captivity and needs to relax.

the day comes, and the whumpee presents their caregiver with a carefully but poorly wrapped present. their hands are shaking, but they seem earnestly eager for it to be opened.

the caregiver opens it and pulls it out, their throat seizing up and heart stopping cold. it’s a [insert main torture implement that was used on the whumpee]. the whumpee is trembling in anticipation of being punished, certain that they’ve done the right thing - surely they haven’t been hurt here because their caregiver doesn’t have the proper tools, right? now they can get started.

A little something about defiant Whumpee!

I know we like to see those feisty little boys crumble to the ground, utterly broken!

But, Let me pose you: A Whumper who likes the defiance. One who enjoys the sassy comments, rude remarks and sarcastic lines. Whumper who is amused by seeing Whumpee think they have some kind of power in the situation and they let them float in it, not really punishing them. And I hear you. That doesn’t really sound whumpy but now imagine that whumper snapping at Whumpee, who was just one tiny itty bitty bit above a nonexistent line.

Maybe they slap them hard across the face for a comment. The usual grin replaced by a frown and harsh narrow eyes. Or maybe they start yelling at Whumpee, the amused tone making room for a cold and not at all smug voice. Or Whumper doesn’t need to do anything, the dropped face being enough for Whumpee to shut up and know that they have crossed a line.

And now Imagine Whumpee, completely thrown back by the sudden change of emotions. They can do nothing but stare up at Whumper, all the defiance and sass erased from their eyes while they try to figure out what just happened. Where was that line? Was it just for fun or did they actually go to far? Who knows! Definitely not them. :)

And then Whumper’s smile returns again. But it isn’t the same! It’s a lot darker and creepier than what they usually wear. It is absolutely unnerving and terrifying for Whumpee.

So yeah, defiant Whumpee….

Please let me know where I can find something like this, thanks

Contains: whump, masochism, broken bones, blood, torture mention, creepy whumper

"You... like this." Whumper's grim expression curled into a grin. "Oh, you devil." They cupped whumpee's cheek, planting a soft kiss on their bloody forehead.

"Mm..." Whumpee's head lolled to the side, their eyes unfocused, lashes fluttering with confusion. They had gone pale, a stark contrast to all the blood on them. It was beautiful. "N-" They choked, tipping forward in whumper's arms. "-no, I-"

"Shh, shh," Whumper pet their tangled hair. "I know, dearest." Their fingers travelled across whumpee's back, finding the nearest nasty cut. Whumpee stilled, holding their breath. Their eyes closed, and they pressed their face into whumper's shirt, hands curling into their shirt.

"Pl-" Their beg was cut off as whumper dug their nails into whumpee's fresh wound, making them wail in pain, tensing up and arching their back. Delicate beads of sweat dripped down their forehead, and tears washed away flakes of dried blood from their cheeks. They moaned deliriously, shivering.

Whumper sighed in ecstasy, thumb tenderly rubbing the outside of the awful gash. "You disgusting thing," They crooned. "Desperate and needy for any attention, even if you're torn apart in the process." Whumper ghosted hands along their sides, pressing gently at mottled bruises and bloody patches of skin, elicting beautiful whimpers from their captive.

"I'm looking for a response, whumpee..." Their voice had a threatening edge to it.

Whumpee gritted their teeth. "Y-yes." Their face burned with shame, tears soaking into whumper's already ruined shirt. When whumper said nothing, they continued, for nothing but to still the awkwardness, the mind-numbing silence of the basement. "I... l-like," They tightened their fist, squeezing their eyes shut. "-when you- uh- when-"

"Go on." Whumper ordered, holding their newly broken wrist in one hand. The slowly began to squeeze, grinding the bones together and making whumpee squirm with the building pressure.

Whumpee sobbed, the pain lancing up their arm, but any movement only made it worse. "Hurt me-" They gasped, a shrill yelp leaving their mouth as whumper snapped their wrist back. Whumpee's mouth opened in a silent scream of agony, their broken body trembling in whumper's gentle hold.

Only then did whumper pull away, letting their poor captive slump onto the cold stone floors, gasping and whimpering, clutching their twisted hand to their chest.

"Well, then I'll have to get more creative with you."

A reluctant whumper delicately putting lip balm on whumpee because they know that kind of gag is goign to dry them out if they dont.

'Don't- no no I'm trying to- I'm not hurting you, I promise, just hold still- I just don't want you to bleed, okay? See? Just lip balm- you're okay, love. Just hold still for me.'

Genre of character: submissive like a guard dog is submissive

i think my fav whump trope is the caretaker who learned to be so gentle from their own experience as a whumpee. nobody has any idea how much violence it took for caretaker to become so gentle, but they would sacrifice everything if it meant giving whumpee the love + care they never got themself when they escaped their whumper

whumper using victim blaming dialogue as a humiliation tactic—

and who knows— eventually, whumpee might start to believe they’re right

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[shoutout to @unorganisedalienrubbish for coming up with like half of these]

Non-human whumpee ideas

They have wings? Antlers? Animal ears? Make your whumpees regret they do, it's always fun :)

tw: mentions of non-consentual intimacy and other similiar, horrible things, under the cut just in case

whumpees who have been rescued and now find literally everything embarrassing due to self esteem issues from being with whumper. having fun and enjoying themselves? embarrassing. finding literally anything funny? embarrassing. having literally any attention on them? humiliating. something that's literally out of their control? absolutely embarrassing.