Whump idea: force feed your whumpee a Carolina reaper

Something I’ve been thinking about lately:

Banisters/railings in whump

Feel free to add on!

Things to cut your whumpee with

Hope you don't mind if I add some things!

- Cardboard (papercut on steroids)

- Bone/Bone shards

- Teeth/fangs (human/non or animal, attachement to owner optional)

- Broken off pieces of metal (bonus points if it's rusty)

- Broken plastic (hasn't everyone about sliced their fingers off opening that damned plastic packaging? No, just me?)

Grass blades. No really some types of sedges are vicious. You wade through a marsh of those you come out looking like you lost a fight with a switchblade bush.

Things to cut your whumpee with

Things to stab your whumpee with

Master List Of Lists

In no particular order

Restraints

Pet names

Dynamics

Things to hit your whumpee with

Quiet time

Customization

Deprivation

Mean names

Torture devices

Glass day

Gags

Force feeding ideas

Burning

Things to hit your whumpee with the sequel

Impalement

Things to make your whumpee wear

Things to hit your whumpee with 3

Artist whumper prompts

Things to burn your whumpee with 2

Things to cut you whumpee with

Things to stab your whumpee with

Updated

I found this really big leaf on my way home

Reblog to let your followers find some big crunchy leaves this fall

19-The party

Its back! Sorry this update took so long!

CW: drinking, pet whump, dehumanization, implied whump of a minor (it’s blink and you’ll miss it though), manhandling

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“Perfect” Alexi smiled, stepping back and examining his work.

Victor stood there in a light blue silk chiffon button up with the top few buttons purposefully left undone, his freshly healed brand on display, and tight, black leather booty shorts topped off with a thick black leather collar with a comically large ring on the front. He felt exposed and completely unlike himself.

“Come, our guests will be arriving soon” Alexi said, clipping a leash to Victor’s collar

Alexi dragged Victor down stairs and to the parlor. Soon the guests started to arrive. Victor sat waiting in the parlor as Alexi greeted them

“What do we have here” a finger hooked in the ring on his collar, pulling him face to face with the worst man he knew.

“Ridley.” Victor snarled

Ridley back handed him, hard, sending him careening to the side.

“Haven’t learned your manners yet have you bitch.” sneered Ridley “It’s sir to you now.”

Victor righted himself.

“Sorry sir”

Ridley smacked him again

“Don’t use that tone with me” Ridley snapped. “Looks like your master hasn’t been training you hard enough, but I can fix that.”

“You will do no such thing.” Came a voice from the door way.

They both looked up to find Alexi standing there.

“Oh come on,” Ridley sighed “I could do wonders!” He gestured to his own pet kneeling right where he had left him, eyes obediently cast down, hands folded in his lap.

“No” Alexi said firmly

“Still have trouble sharing your toys?” Ridley teased. He walked back over to where his pet was sitting and sat down in the chair beside him.

Alexi sat down as well and made a gesture for Victor to come to him. Victor crawled over and took his place kneeling next to Alexi. He gently carded through Victor’s hair as conversation picked up.

Victor started to drift away in his head, the drugs made it easy to do that, he thought of his daughter and his husband, but especially Aiden. Poor Aiden who had been a pet so long he didn’t even remember his original name. Aiden who could only ever remember being a pet no matter how hard Victor worked with him. Victor wondered if it was better that way, to never remember being your own person, less painful. Then he thought of Alexi, the old Alexi, then it clicked, Alexi had always been like this, he hadn’t changed, Victor just hadn’t noticed. All the pets with black hair, pale skin, and grey-blue eyes, all the pets that had looked just like him. Alexi had always wanted this, wanted him, since the second Alexi had the slightest thought he was starting to drift away.

“What’s the matter doll?”

Victor hadn’t realized he was crying.

Alexi grabbed Victor’s chin and tilted his face toward him, wiping a stray tear from his cheek with his thumb.

“I asked you a question love.”

Everyone was staring at him

“It’s nothing sir.”

“Nothing?” Alexi questioned “Then why are you crying?”

“I just remembered something that’s all.”

Alexi and his friends went back to their conversation.

Soon the group moved to the dining room for dinner. Victor froze for a second at the sight of Ridley’s pet kneeling beside him. Then he realized there wasn’t a seat at the table for him either, rather there was a cushion on the floor beside Alexi. He knelt down on the cushion.

“Good boy!” Alexi smiled “You didn’t even need to be told!”

Victor’s face heated with embarrassment. Ridley snickered.

The first time a fork with food was held in front of Victor’s face all he could do was look up at Alexi with confusion.

“Eat.” Alexi commanded.

Victor reached up to take the fork but Alexi pulled it from his reach.

“Take it with your mouth.” He instructed.

Victor tentatively closed his mouth around the bite of food then pulled it off the fork.

“Good boy” Alexi said ruffling Victor’s hair

Dinner continued like this, Alexi occasionally hand feeding Victor bites of food. Alexi tilted Victor’s chin up with his finger tips.

“Open”

Victor did as he was told. Alexi poured wine into Victor’s mouth. He swallowed it down.

Soon dinner came to an end and the group moved to the living room. A bottle of champagne was opened.

Then the conversation turned to Victor

“So how did you acquire this little cutie?” Asked one of Alexi’s friends Victor hadn’t met before.

A few of the ones who knew Victor laughed. Victor wondered if they had been in on all of this.

“The poor thing went wayward” Alexi sighed dramatically. “He needed help.”

Victor dug his nails into his palms. His face burned.

You need help you sick fuck! He thought

“Has he been much trouble?” The friend asked.

“A little at first,” Alexi replied “but that’s just part of training them.”

He ran his fingers through Victor’s hair as he downed another glass of champagne.

Victor could already tell that it was going to be a long night.

To be continued

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17-Love Me

CW: intimate whumper, blood mention, drugging, needles, pet whump,

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Victor stood in front of the large ornate mirror in Alexi’s bedroom. He looked at himself with disgust. He looked like a pampered pet with his cutesy collar and silk pajamas, matching ribbons in his hair. He dug his nails into his hands at the sudden urge to destroy the hairstyle Alexi had worked so hard on. He looked down at his hands, they had healed well thanks to Alexi’s careful tending.

He jumped at he sound of the door opening.

“Jumpy as always I see.” Alexi smiled as he crossed the room to Victor. He hugged him from behind. Their eyes met in the mirror. Victor looked away.

“You’re in a good mood today master.” Victor knew Alexi liked when he noticed things like this.

“I am” Alexi replied, smile widening “I’ve been thinking about something”

“What is it sir?”

“I want you to marry me”

“what?!”

“I want you to marry me, I want you to be my husband.” Alexi said “We’ll get you a nice expensive ring, something to complement those beautiful slender fingers of yours, have a lovely little ceremony. Your precious little girl will have two daddies again,and you get to be a person again.” He explained “You go back to your daily life, running your company, going to that cafe you love so much. All you have to do is say yes and I do, promise to love me, let me love you. Everything will be perfect. What do you say Vicky?”

“I-“

“Think it over”

“No”

“No?”

“No. I won’t marry you.”

His hand slid up to his throat and squeezed.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Vicky. Either you come to me willingly now or you come crawling to me begging later, and I can’t say I’ll be as nice then. Either way I will have you. You will be mine.”

“Never” Victor seethed

Alexi threw him to the floor. He pinned him down, straddling his hips. He grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him up so his face was mere inches from his own.

“Do you think that you are in any position to be refusing me?” Alexi hissed

“Nobody would be happy with that and you know it.” He knew trying to reason with Alexi was futile, it always had been.

Suddenly he didn’t look angry. He didn’t look ready to snap and beat him senseless at any moment. He just looked sad. He let go of Victor’s shirt, letting him fall back onto the hard wood floor. He smiled sadly at victor as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind Victor’s ear.

“I could make you happy, I could make you love me, I would do anything, I would even-”

“I don’t want you to. I did love you, I always have, just not like this.”

“Why?!” He screamed “why can’t it be like this? Why won’t you let me help you?”

“You could help me by letting me go!”

“You really are stupid.” Alexi sighed pushing himself to his feet. “I’m going to need to up your dosage”

“Don’t you dare.”

But Alexi was already in the bathroom filling the syringe with twice as much liquid as normal.

“What are you doing?” Victor whimpered as he pushed himself onto his elbows. “Th-that’s too much, I’ll overdose on that.”

“‘Th-th-that’s too m-m-much’” Alexi said in a whinier , higher pitched, imitation of victor “for the love of god you sniveling brat, give me some credit. You honestly don’t think I know how to use my own product?”

He pinned him to the floor again and roughly grabbed his wrist. Victor struggled helplessly beneath him. Alexi jammed the needle into the crook of Victor’s arm then ripped it back out. Victor screeched. Alexi just jammed it in again.

“You made me miss,” Alexi scolded “stop squirming.”

Victor went still, sobbing softly. Blood was running down his arm, bright red against his pale skin. Alexi pulled the needle back out. He roughly pushed it back in and emptied it into Victor’s arm. He stood and walked to his bed.

“You can sleep on the floor tonight” Alex told Victor

He lay awake all night shaking on the cold hard floor.

To be continued

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The hunter - 7 - on the run

This has quite a slow start but it’s a sickfic in the end

CW: illness, blood drinking, misc vampire stuff.

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They packed the wagon the next evening. They only brought clothes and things they couldn’t replace. Darius’ stuffed animals, old books, documents. Thomas did have much, seeing as as far as anyone else was concerned he was dead. Thomas buried his knife in the backyard, a relic of a past life. He realized it would be the closest thing he would get to a grave. If they were caught who knows what would happen.

They set off at first light. They would have preferred traveling under the cover of night but it had become too dangerous. There was an increased threat of being stopped by members of the hunter’s association and asked for their papers, papers that Thomas couldn’t produce. Darius said they would have papers made for him as soon as they could, as soon as he found out who was still producing them.

And the best way to do that was ask other vampires.

The decision to go to Darius’s parents had been tough but necessary. Darius hadn’t seen his parents in over a decade and hadn’t particularly wanted to, well, he had wanted to see his mother.

Their first day of travel went smoothly. They traveled until night fall then set up camp for the night. Darius went hunting while Tom built a fire.

It continued like that until the third day. Darius woke before Thomas. Which was odd considering Thomas was usually an early bird. Darius gave him a gentle shake. He groaned, fangs showing through his slightly parted lips.

“Thomas?”

His eyelids fluttered before he bolted upright

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, sorry”

They packed up camp. Every so often Darius stole a worried glance at Thomas who seemed out of sorts to say the least.

Thomas had a pounding head ache, and his fangs ached too but not from hunger. He asked Darius to drive the wagon, saying he hadn’t slept well. Darius agreed nervously.

Thomas was still asleep when they reached the next town, late into the night. Darius hoped this was all just part of being so recently turned.

Darius found an inn with an open room. He roused Thomas. Thomas woke slowly. He seemed dizzy as he sat up. Darius spoke to him in low tones. He nodded slowly, like he was unsure. Darius helped Thomas to stand, Thomas’ legs trembling with the effort. He helped him inside and up to their room.

They got to the room and Darius helped Thomas to lay down on the bed.

“How are you feeling?” Darius asked softly.

“Terrible” groaned Thomas “my fangs hurt and so does my head, my whole body aches.”

Darius had no idea what to do, he’d never seen, and barely heard of, a sick vampire before.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

“Who is it” Darius called nervously

“A friend” came a voice from the other side of the door.

Darius cautiously opened the door part way, just enough that he could peer out into the hall. There stood the inn keeper, a dark bottle in his hand.

“What do you want?”

“Your friend is ill, I’ve come to help.” The man replied.

“Thank you, but I don’t know that you can.” Darius said with a frown

“Don’t worry, I know much about your kind, I know how to help.”

Darius opened the door and ushered him inside. The inn keep sat on the bed next to Thomas. He felt Thomas’ forehead then He pushed up his lip to look at his fangs and gums.

“Freshly turned?” The man asked

“Fairly.” Replied Darius

“It looks as though he’s drank bad blood. It’s especially detrimental to recently turned vampires.” The inn keeper said “good thing I brought some fresh.”

He uncorked the bottle and handed it to Darius.

“Help him drink it” he instructed “I will bring more in the morning”

Darius helped Thomas to sit up. He sniffed the liquid, pig’s blood. He held the bottle to Thomas’ mouth. Thomas drank deeply, quickly finishing the bottle.

“It is good he still has his appetite,” smiled he man “ he should be well quickly.”

Darius thanked the man profusely but he just shook his head.

“It is no problem” he said with a wave of his hand. “Just be more cautious of what you hunt.” Then he left just as suddenly as he had come.

Thomas feel asleep shortly after he left. Darius watched and waited.

To be continued

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Cw: food mention, dehumanization, beating/ whipping, creepy caretaking

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Alexi was already gone when Victor woke up. He hated to admit It was the best sleep he had had in his time there so far. A stack of clothes was waiting for him with a note on the bench at the end of the bed. The note read:

I’m sorry I won’t be joining you for breakfast this morning but there is fruit, oatmeal, and granola bars in the kitchen. Eat breakfast and get dressed at your leisure. I will be home around 4:00 pm. Lunch is in the refrigerator. You have full access to the library.

Victor dressed then went downstairs for breakfast. He chose a banana from the bowl in the counter. He knew privileges like this wouldn’t be allowed much longer, he had to enjoy them while they lasted. He knew what Alexi had expected of his previous pets, he expected perfection. He ate then headed up to the library. He sat a read from a couple hours before getting an idea. Alexi was gone and his office locked, but there was a secret passageway between the library and office, he just had to find the right book. He found it three cases from the left and four shelves up, six books from the right. He pulled and the wall swung inward, revealing Alexi’s office. Now all Victor had to do was find his contact and destroy it.

He searched for hours to no avail. Then he heard footsteps outside. Then a key in the lock. He froze with panic, the office was a mess, there was no way to hide what he had been doing. The door swung open.

“What do we have here?” Alexi questioned, his anger clear in his voice.

“I-I-” Victor stuttered.

“Out with it.” Alexi growled.

“I was looking for my contract.” He mumbled, starring at the floor.

“Come here.” Alexi demanded

Victor took a step forward.

“No,” Alexi stopped him “I want you to crawl.”

He dropped to his hands and knees and crawled over to Alexi.

“Please, I just want to see my daughter again.” He begged “I want a life again.”

“I don’t care, you signed a contract” he snapped “hold your hands out”

Victor did as he was told, his hands trembling in front of him. Alexi took off his belt.

“How many strikes do you think you deserve?” Alexi asked

“None you twisted son of a bitch” he screamed before clapping his hands over his mouth.

Alexi frowned. “I think twenty should be enough for now. Put your hands back out.”

Victor started crying after the first few lashes then screaming shortly after. Victor’s delicate palms were quickly whipped raw.

When it was over Alexi simply slipped his belt back on and scooped a still crying Victor into his arms. He carried him to the master bathroom and cleaned and bandaged Victor’s hands. Alexi waited for him to stop crying.

“You understand what you did, yes?”

Victor nodded with a sniff.

“Answer me doll”

“Yes sir”

“You’re going to be staying in your cell tonight, but I want you to know I still love you.”

Victor nodded again as Alexi gave him a small peck on the forehead.

To be continued

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Whumpees begging until they physically can’t anymore.

Begging until their throat is raw and their voice is gone but still frantically trying to convince whumper

I’m currently taking prompt and Drabble requests

Can be whump or not

Just thinking about candles

Scald your whumpee with hot wax

Burn them with the flame

Beat them with the candle holder

For absolutely no reason at all I can confirm that dripping wax can indeed cause burns based on the material of the candle

Certain types of candles are just too uncomfortably hot to safely drip onto a person’s skin if they’re unused to wax. Like beeswax! (145 F/63 C).

And these are just the unscented candles with nothing in them. If perfumes or other things are added, the melting point can end up being higher than normal, meaning it’s going to be even hotter dripping down!

Also the closer you pour the wax, the less time it has to cool down, so it’ll be hotter

CW: death, blood

“Start apologizing or he gets it.” The villain hissed his hand twisted into the young man’s hair. He jerked his head back exposing the man’s neck to his knife.

“I’ve said I’m sorry about a million times.” Cried the hero

“So your pride means more to you than his life.” The villain snickered “that’s so like you heroes, so full of pride. So worried about yourselves that you don’t notice the damage you do.”

“It was an accident.” he snapped “It wasn’t my fault.”

“Well we’re about to have a little accident of our own.” Threatened the villain pressing the knife to the man’s neck, tears rolled from the man’s eyes. “You took my wife now I’ll take someone you love, your boyfriend.”

“K-Kyle?” the man stuttered, his eyes widened.

“He isn’t a part of this.” Shouted the hero.

“She wasn’t either” the villain shot back. “And what was it you told me upon seeing her corpse, ‘ I’m sorry sir I can’t save everyone’ is that not what you said”

“Please just take me instead.” The hero shouted.

“But I don’t want to kill you I want you to feel the same pain I felt when you destroyed my life.” Growled The villain “you should be grateful I gave you a chance to apologize to fix things to save him but it seems you don’t want to.”

“I’m sorry” Kyle sobbed

“Come on, I need more than that.” The villain yelled , “I don’t have all day”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save her” cried Kyle “I’m sorry that I was so blind to the pain I was causing” he sank to the floor “I’m sorry that I didn’t have the guts to deal with it then, I’m sorry”

“There we go, was it really that hard”

“Now let him go...please.”

“As you wish.”

The villain let go and he fell forward, villain’s blade slashing open his neck.

“NO!” kyle screamed

He dove for the body. He knelt in the growing pool of red, hand clutching his lover’s neck, hoping against hope that he could save him somehow.

“I’ve got you, it’s going to be okay, I’ve got you,” tears slipped down his cheeks.

He opened his mouth to speak but blood erupted from his lips. He reached a shaking hand up to his face. Kyle placed his hand on top, pressing it to his cheek.

“I’m sorry” Kyle sobbed, “I’m sorry”

His eyes rolled back and not even super strength could hold the life in him.

“No” Kyle sobbed “No you can’t…”

Villain’s laugh rang in his ears as he prowled towards him. He grabbed him by the chin and lifted it so they were face to face. The hero’s wide eyes met villain’s.

“Now you know how it feels.” the villain whispered, a manic grin split across his face. “Now you know it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter how much you apologize or beg, nothing matters in the end.”

I am begging consumers of media to understand that a character saying something doesn’t automatically mean that the writer or writers intend it to be understood as objectively true.

Even 👏 when 👏 that 👏 character 👏 is 👏 the 👏 protagonist