You're Pathetic, And Making A Mess On My Leg. Isn't It Humiliating? I Know We Don't Let You Touch Yourself

Trope Talks: Forced Affection

Tw: intimate whumpers

Whumpers who force their whumpees to play along with their convoluted games of obsessive love. Whumpees who hate that they find it easier to act like they love their whumpers.

Whumpees who who kiss back. Whumpees who lean into whumper’s hand when their hair is stroked. Whumpees who return an embrace from their whumper because they’d rather have twisted comfort than none at all. Whumpees who picture their lover touching them instead of whumper, because otherwise the unwanted intimacy is unbearable.

Maybe they hate it, maybe they shove down the urge to fight every time they’re touched. Every time whumper whispers another sweet, possessive thing in their ear. It’s better than being hurt, so they force themself to endure. Maybe one day they do fight, and they’re punished so horribly for their defiance that they go back to silently upholding the facade of love. Or maybe they decide that the pain is better than the sickly sweet imitation of kindness. They‘ll take a dozen lashes, a hundred cuts, before they’ll accept whumper’s touches without fight.

Maybe whumpee can’t help but enjoy it. Whumper is despicable and they know it, but when they’re picked up bridal style and held to whumper’s chest, they’re too touch starved to care. They melt into every touch, silently pleading for affection because they’re so desperate to be loved that they can’t be bothered to be picky. Whumper’s twisted praise is a relief to them, they want to please whumper if it means being loved. They’ll be hurt either way, at least this way they can be comforted after the fact— even if by the same person who did the damage.

Creepy/intimate whumper things

Using their belt to strangle whumpee

Digging their fingers into bruises

Gentle kisses that turn into bites

Telling Whumpee that they belong to them

Caressing Whumpee while they're tied up and blindfolded

Putting their fingers into Whumpee's mouth, knowing they're too afraid to bite

Placing a knife or gun in Whumpee's mouth

Slowly undressing Whumpee or making Whumpee undress themselves in front of Whumper

Telling Whumpee how good they look when they're bruised and bleeding

Kissing Whumpee's wounds

Licking the blood off from Whumpee's skin

Whispering Whumpee's dirty secrets into their ear while hurting them

Making Whumpee choose between being tortured and letting Whumper touch them

Whumper manipulating/killing anyone close to Whumpee to isolate them

Day 4. Four Calling Birds - Hosted By @amonthofwhump

Muzzled | Memories/Flashbacks | Favorite Holiday Memories

(TW: anxiety mentions, muzzle/bit, intimidation, threatening dialogue, implied past abuse, pet whump, kennel/caging)

They didn't know why they did it in the first place. They were stupid, stupid to think that he wouldn't hear when they'd said it so loudly to him. They even tried to hide it in their sobs but he'd tormented them so badly, they couldn't control the single word that might cost them their tongue.

In all their years with Whumper, they didn't utter such damning protest. Whumpee had never gone as far as to tell him 'no'. Especially not as loudly and as demanding as they had en route to a direct question of his. But now the damage was done and hours later, they laid in wait for him to punish them.

When the door creaked open and Whumper's shoes tapped at the flooring, each step made their heart skip the beat he aligned with. It was agonizing but they listened for his arrival and kept their head low in their kennel.

Nothing was said but Whumper opened their cage and left the door wide, insinuating he wanted them to come out. They crawled through the opening and sat just outside, waiting obediently for command.

"I know you remember what you did," Whumper spoke in an easy voice, intentionally trying not to startle them yet.

"Y-Yes, sir.." They saw the edge of something leather bulging from their pocket and they already knew it wouldn't be fun for them.

"I think you've been too spoiled if you're losing control from a little pain." He announced and took out the item they had been living in anxiety from. A muzzle with an internal bit.

They wanted to beg, to plead again but they swallowed it back, they wouldn't allow themselves to speak out. They couldn't earn something worse, he was indeed being gracious when they themselves thought they deserved to be muted. Their Master must have really been thoughtful with his punishment.

"Open your mouth pet, for telling your Master 'no'." He ordered lowly, intending to give no room for question.

They merely complied. They dropped their jaw and refused to look at him as he placed the bit between their teeth and strapped the first buckle to the back of their head. A second strap latched a small external cage over their parted lips and crossed behind their ears. It wasn't too bad until he tightened it.

He pulled the tension as far as it could go and shoved the center nail into the shortest latching hole to secure it. He heard them gag and sputter, fighting for a moment against the metal shoving against their tongue. They wheezed and fought for breath with panic but forced themselves calm at the risk of passing out.

"There there, surely this is better than a clipped tongue, right?" When he raked a hand through their hair, it didn't comfort them and they stifled another gag. They couldn't bear the thought of how long they would be left in the torturous device.

"I know if you could thank me, you would."

Trope Talks: Manhandling and Touch Starvation

Manhandling is a classic and staple trope of whump, and one that I love. There's so much to expand on and enjoy regarding whumpees being touched and shoved around by whumpers. As for touch starvation, it's excellent for humiliation, projection, intimate whump, and more. Tws for drugging mention, intimate whump throughout, and lots of noncon touching. For the last prompt, tw for noncon kissing, creepiness, and somnophilia.

- A whumper kicking the back of a defiant whumpee's legs hard, forcing them to their knees. Their hands rest on each of whumpee's shoulders, they press their weight firmly on whumpee to keep them from getting back upright. Whumpee struggles weakly, but their blood loss and the pain of the deep cuts over their body make it all too easy for whumper to subdue them. Their cheeks flush with humiliation, and whumper grins condescendingly at them.

- A whumper scooping an exhausted, beaten, maybe drugged whumpee into a bridal carry. Maybe whumpee struggles, insulted and humiliated by the gentleness of their torturer's touch. They thrash and kick against whumper‘s vicelike grip, furious, but whumper just holds them tighter. Maybe whumpee melts into their captor's arms, too touch starved and tired to care who it is touching them. They can’t remember the last time they were touched, let alone held. So they sacrifice their pride, their face reddening ever so slightly as they loop their arms around whumper’s neck and snuggle their face into their chest.

- A whumpee being shoved roughly against a wall, whumper throwing their hands against their captive’s chest and throwing them against the hard concrete. Whumpee lets out a hiss of pain as their body hits the wall, their head exploding in agony where it made contact. Whumper presses an arm over whumpee’s body, pinning them to the wall effortlessly as they place their other hand around whumpee’s throat.

-Whumper grabbing whumpee’s chin to tilt their face up, forcing their captive to make eye contact. Such a subtle show of power, but an obvious message. I’m the one in control. Maybe whumpee is too terrified to move. Maybe they lean into the touch subconsciously, unable to help themself after having been starved of affection for so long. Maybe they jerk their head away, struggling to escape whumper’s grip- but it isn’t as if they can do much with their hands shackled behind their back.

- Whumper isolating a whumpee for days, maybe weeks, to ensure their captive will be touch starved when they’re released. Whumper comes into their cell at long last, carrying a knife, and whumpee slumps against the wall in relief that they at least won’t be alone. Whumper holds their delicate whumpee in their lap, stroking their hair as they drag long cuts down their chest. Whumpee barely even cares about the pain, although it’s sharp and stinging and furious. At least they’re no longer alone. At least they’re being held.

- Whumper presses possessive kisses up whumpee’s neck as they sleep, and whumpee wakes up to whumper‘s lips on theirs. They jerk away, humilated and ashamed, and tears begin to stream down their face. Whumper grabs them by their hair and pulls them closer, tasting whumpee’s tears as they kiss them once again.

Whumpee with a ring gag-

Just, whumper yanking their head around by their hair, by the gag, by their chin or neck

Whumper pushing their head down and telling them they won’t be hurt as much if they use that lovely tongue of theirs for what it was meant for

Or perhaps whumper shoving things through the gag and down their throat. Fingers, toys, other miscellaneous body parts

How their jaw ends up aching from their mouth being held open so wide. Their tongue aching form use, from having it grabbed, pulled and abused. Their throat hurts from screaming and the damage from whatever items were forced past the gag.

Maybe the gag is left in, and whatever time whumper isn’t there, they still have their mouth forced open.

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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.

60 Whump Dialogue

Content: Torture, dehumanisation, pet whump, [implied] whumper-turned-whumpee, [implied] whumpee-turned-whumper, [implied] caretaker-turned-whumpee, sacrifice, death wish, [mentioned] death, [implied] non-con, bad caretaker.

Whumper

"You are nothing but a toy. A toy to play with and mould and break as I please."

"Go ahead. Cry and scream. It only makes this all the more fun."

"Maybe if you're good, I'll only shatter one of your ankles. Hm?"

"Look at the screen. Fucking look at it. I want you to witness this."

"You wouldn't risk your life for anyone? Perhaps we need to put this to the test."

"What makes you think I'll let you go so easily?"

"How dare you speak to me like that?"

"Have your fun while you can because I'm going to kill you the moment I get out of these."

"I'm going to find what breaks you, Whumpee. That I can promise."

"My life was so much easier before I took you. I regret it with every fibre of my fucking being."

"I wonder how loud you'd scream if I just..."

"Smile for the camera!"

"A good little pet cleans Its master's shoes with Its tongue, I'll have you know."

"I am not someone you want to mess with, Whumpee. Do as I say."

"Look who decided to crawl their way back into their master's arms. I told you you'd be back."

"I think you'd like adorable with some piercings, don't you agree?"

"Stay still."

"Maybe I'll keep you as my personal canvas from now on."

"Have fun hanging there!"

"I purchased some stuff for you. After all, every good pet deserves some enrichment."

Whumpee

"I just wanna go home."

"You can't leave me here! Please!"

"I never lost hope. I always knew- I... I knew you'd come for me eventually."

"You'd think after so long of having me here, you'd get better at tying me up."

"Please don't leave me down here again. I'll take whatever you wanna do to me, just- just let me come with you."

"You thought I wouldn't be back? I'm not finished with you yet. Not until you pay for what you did."

"You- you promised!"

"Not again..."

"You thought I was here to rescue you? That's the funniest thing I've heard all week."

"Am I gonna die?"

"Ju-ust kill me already!"

"I'm not moaning! It fucking hurts!"

"When Caretaker finds you, they'll- they'll kill you. I promise you that."

"What happened? Holding someone captive not as fun as you thought it'd be?"

"P-please... please, no more."

"You can do what you want to me, but I'm sure as hell not making this easier for you."

"Sometimes I imagined it was you, to- to help me get through it."

"Where am I?"

"Please, the restraints hurt. Can't you use something softer or- or at the very least loosen it?"

"Look at what they did to me! Look at the person I've become!"

Caretaker

"I never stopped searching for you."

"Let's go home, okay?"

"Yes, you're a burden, but you're one that I've chosen to carry."

"Where the hell are they?"

"Let me go! I need to find them!"

"May I touch you?"

"Breathe, Whumpee, please breathe."

"If I ever see you sniffing around here again, I'll make you regret it."

"I'm not going to punish you."

"I'm trying to help you, but that won't happen if you continue to treat me like this."

"Are you serious? You're just going to let them back into your life after what they did to you?"

"You sacrificed me so you wouldn't have to go back! How could you do that to me?"

"Please put the knife down, Whumpee."

"Why do I like seeing them cry? What is wrong with me?"

"I can't promise that I won't ever hurt you, but I can promise that It's never deliberate."

"Would you like me to make you some food?"

"Perhaps someone does need to punish you for you to understand. Nothing else seems to work."

"I hired someone to come and install a dimmable light in your bedroom so you don't have to sleep in the dark."

"You know what? I'd go through it all again if it meant you were safe."

"Whumper was right. They are a pathetic little thing. I think that's why they're so endearing."

Whump Prompts: Stuck

Honestly I love when whumpees 'stuck' in one way or another. It's such a lovely and constant source of anxiety through the whole scene whether it's a background factor or the main theme. I just love it. Here, have some prompts!

Whumpee twisting and pulling against the ropes, red rashes and bruising slowly forming with their pathetic attempts.

"Oh, I'm sorry - is that too tight? Good."

Whumpee freezing as they hear the lock on the door click. Realization washing over them.

"If you keep struggling, this will hurt more."

Whumpee beating themself against the door of a closet, desperately trying to break free. Bruising their shoulders and fists over and over again until they slump, sobbing, to the ground.

"Aww, you look so cute just dangling like that. Sorry, but I don't think I can resist giving you a spin."

Whumpee's fingers going numb and tingly from being restrained too long, too tight, or at too odd an angle.

Of course, Whumper pinning Whumpee to the wall. By their wrists. By their arms. A hand at their throat. All good stuff.

OR Whumper slowly advancing as Whumpee skitters back until they are pressed against the wall. Whumper doesn't touch; they just lean against the wall with one hand on either side of them, trapping them.

"Looks like there's no where else to run. What are you going to do now?"

A knife pressed hard against Whumpee's throat. How they immediately stop thrashing, speaking, or fighting. They know if they even flinch, it will break the skin. They go completely still, trying to force desperate breaths to stay shallow and smooth.

Whumpee's arms held tight at an unnatural angle - be it a stress position or just tied a little too tight. The way they shiver and writhe, trying to relieve the pressure.

"If you don't hold still, I'll use barbed wire instead."

Whumpee caught by a hand wound through their hair. They can kick and scream and pull all they want, but they're not going anywhere.

Whumpee finally manages to pick the lock. Sobbing in relief, they wrench the door open to escape - …only to see Whumper staring down at them. “Going somewhere?”

"Last chance. Stop fighting me."

Whumpee with broken bones. Unable to walk. Completely dependent on Whumper to move and/or care for them.

A weak whumpee struggling against a much stronger whumper. The amount of effort it takes to hold them still is almost laughable.

"P-please no. Not the box. Not again. It's - it's s-so small."

Whumpee dangling by their wrists. Legs shaking. Shoulders aching. Hands numb. Alternating between forcing their trembling legs or hold them and letting themselves hang by the shackles. Too tired to cry. Just praying Whumper comes back soon.

Whumpee sprinting through a maze, skittering to a stop as they hit another dead end. They scramble back the other way only to stop dead in their tracks as Whumper rounds the corner.

"Aww. You can hardly even wriggle. No need to look so embarrassed. It's adorable."

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Hidden injuries, my beloved

I posted some of these a while ago in a reblog that I can’t find anymore, but I thought of more so it gets its own post now.  

Content: fainting, blood, injuries (nongraphic), blood loss, scars, hidden injuries, injury reveals

➤ the last one is ~extra nice~

Whumpee insisting throughout the day that they’re fine, they’re fine, they’re fine— until their friends hear a loud crash and find whumpee collapsed on the ground, out cold.

Bonus points if their friends find them with their shirt ridden up, exposing deep wounds, bruises or bloody bandages that cover their limp, unconscious body. 

Whumpee turning their head away and wincing, clutching their side when their friends aren’t watching. 

Moving in a way that rips open barely formed scabs, and suddenly their wounds are gushing blood, through their clothes and down their limbs, and their friends are horrified, crowding around and interrogating them about how the hell they got those injuries.

“oh my god… who did this to you?”

Attending a social event while delirious from injury and blood loss, slurring their words and stumbling slightly every few minutes. Their friends notice something is off right away.

“What’s wrong, are you drunk or something?” — “oh ahahh nono… jusalilt-tired…” Their friends are not convinced.

A forceful caretaker who has to drag it out of them— “Stop. I don’t want to hear your shitty excuses this time. You’re going to tell me who the hell did this. Right. Now.” 

Whumpee hiding their own injuries while caring for an injured friend, insisting they’re fine and that their friend’s state is what matters (mm self sacrifice tropes) 

Being forced to return to work and pretending they’re fine, trying desperately to act like they’re not sustaining multiple horrible injuries—like the skin under their work clothes isn’t covered in deep purple bruises and painful gashes. 

On their feet all day, moving around or bending down, trying so hard to look cheerful and energized, like their ribs aren’t probably fractured and stabbing them with pain at every movement. 

Everything at the bar is going well until the group stands up to leave and someone gasps in horror at the blood that is pooling through the fabric of whumpee’s shirt or already dripping down their skin. 

Whumpee scrambling to try to cover themselves— they hadn’t even noticed the wounds had already bled through the bandages.

Unexpectedly collapsing into a friends arms after insisting they were fine all evening.

Or maybe no one’s there to catch them in time and they just crumple to the floor in front of everyone, unconscious. 

none of their friends know what happened to whumpee when they’d disappeared for a few months last year —but one day, long after their rescue, they remove their shirt to go swimming or they change in front of a friend, and they suddenly hear ‘Holy shit whumpee… how— how did you get all those scars on your back?’

In a public setting where people can’t see them but can hear them (dressing room, bathroom stall, etc), whumper reaching under their shirt and digging their fingers into the barely closed wounds, ripping them open again and just feeling around inside the open wound. Leaning in close to whumpee’s ear with a low voice — ‘better stay quiet dear, or someone might hear us— and you know what happens then.’ 

And whumpee is forced to stand still and take it, dripping blood everywhere, their own hand clamped over their mouth and try to stifle their own whimpering, until whumper finally pulls their fingers out, causing a new gush of blood - ‘god what a mess you’ve made… you’d better clean that up quickly—wouldnt want anyone to find your blood all over the place and ask what happened’

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Aaand now I’ve got a whole other list of forceful caretaker prompts that got so long it’s gonna have to be a separate post, so stay tuned for that :)

➤ More prompts like this

➤ More injury reveals

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