Break Their Ankles

It's nice when a whumpee is fighting against being restrained, and upon failing to escape just lets out this guttural scream as they writhe in their binds. Maybe they start sobbing in the middle of it, or maybe the scream slowly dies down when someone sedates the whumpee

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."

could you do some begging whump dialogue, please

Hiya! I'd LOVE to.

I wasn’t sure on what format you want this in, so I'm going to do a scene. I 100% expect this to run away with me, so I apologize in advance for that lol.

[Edit: Yup it absolutely go out of hand lol. I hope you enjoy regardless!]

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Learning to Beg

[tw: whipping, strangulation, blood loss]

The whip cracked hard against Whumpee's stomach. The skin split that time. They groaned, sagging against the chains that twisted their wrists high above their head. Somehow, it hurt even worse on their front. Whumper had turned them a few minutes prior, saying their back was sufficiently welted and cut. Flipped them like a fucking pancake and started working on the other side.

"Still not going to say it?" Whumper mused, coiling the whip and stepping up to Whumpee's shivering form. "I'm really not asking for much, here."

Whumpee dragged their eyes from the floor, glaring at Whumper. "I'm not begging. I'm not your fucking dog."

Whumper's eyes narrowed, curious. They gently tipped up Whumpee's chin with the coiled whip. "You sure about that?"

Whumpee managed a small, annoyed sigh even with their ribs burning in protest. "It's not going to happen. I'd die before begging you for anything, psycho."

Whumper gave a small smile. "Well considering the fact that you're still talking, I think you can take quite a bit more before you're at the breaking point. But..." They stepped away, considering.

Whumpee saw a spark light up in their eyes. That was…unsettling.

Whumper turned away, smiling. "If you're so sure you won't break, I believe you. No point in fussing with it anymore."

Whumper tossed the whip into the corner. It skittered and unraveled as it came to a rest against the wall. It left tiny streaks of blood across the ground wherever it touched. Whumpee stared at it. "Wha-what do you mean?"

Whumper headed for the door, "Just what I said. No more whip. You're clearly not going to beg for me, so I'll go work on someone who will."

Whumpee's eyes widened. Caretaker.

But they were practically still bleeding from yesterday...Whumper wouldn't.

Whumper stepped out of the room.

They would.

Whumpee pulled against the chains. Their ripped and swollen skin screamed in response, but they kept twisting and wrihting, trying to get a hand free.

Whumper returned moments later, dragging Caretaker by one arm. They could barely keep up, stumbling and dizzy from blood loss. Whumper hadn't even bothered to restrain them. Caretaker's eyes met theirs, frantic and wide for just a moment before they blinked it away. They gave Whumpee a small, reassuring smile, but their eyes couldn't quite match it.

"What are you doing? You'll kill them!" Whumpee jolted against the chains, but they still wouldn't budge. Of course they wouldn't.

Whumper grinned, pulling Caretaker in front of them to face Whumpee. "Quite possibly. They're much closer to the breaking point than you are."

Whumpee's hands itched to reach out and touch Caretaker. They were so close. Whumpee could probably kick them if they tried, but that's not exactly reassuring or helpful.

"It's okay, Whumpee. It's cool. Don't worry about me." They stood tall as soon as they found their balance, but their voice was shaking. Caretaker was always the strong one. They were never afraid. This was wrong. So so very wrong.

Whumper wriggled one arm behind Caretaker's elbows, pinning their arms back with little resistance. They grimaced as Whumper's other hand slithered up to their throat. Caretaker scoffed, "Geez, ever heard of personal space?"

Whumper ignored them, looking to Whumpee. "So, what's it gonna be?"

Whumpee pulled again against the chains, their eyes burning a hole through Whumper. "Don't you dare. Don't you dare hurt them."

Whumper smirked. Careker's eyes went wide as the hand squeezed around their neck.

"No!" Whumpee tried to control their breathing. Tried to not look panicked. "Don't. Leave them out of this! You've done enough!"

Whumper laughed in response. Caretaker started to writhe. Their face was turning red already. "Apparently I haven't." They squeezed tighter, and Caretaker started to panic. They struggled and twisted, but Whumper held them still with little effort.

Whumpee stared, desperate to move, to help, to do anything. All they could do was pull against their bruised wrists more.

"Oh, now this is fun," Whumper chuckled. "Again, I'm not asking for much. I just want you to beg a little."

Whumpee's head spun as Caretaker choked and hissed. Their eyes were starting to lose focus. So fast. Way too fast. Caretaker wasn't in any state to handle this shit.

"Okay! Fine!"Whumpee sputtered. "Please! Please jut let them go."

Whumper smiled at that. “Hmm…” Their hand didn't move. "I don't think that's good enough."

"Wh-what!?" Caretaker's struggling was starting to slow, their jerks were turning into lethargic writhing. Whumpee growled, "What do you mean not good enough!"

"Well, you refused to beg me to stop hurting you before, so I think now you should beg me to hurt you instead of them. I think that would even the scores, don't you?"

"Fuck you."

Whumper smiled in response, their fingers not loosening even a little as Caretaker sagged against them. Whumpee panicked. "Come on, let go. They're passing out, you're going to fucking kill them if you don't let go!"

Whumper clicked their tongue. "Those aren't the words I wanted to hear," they chastised.

Caretaker's eyes went dark as they stumbled down, held up only by Whumper's grip. Whumper was really willing to let Caretaker die. Inches in front of them.

"Okay fine! Please, let them go. Hurt me instead. Whip me. Make me scream - whatever you want. Just let them go, I'm begging you!"

Whumper smirked. "Good timing, I could feel their pulse slipping." Caretaker crumpled to the ground as Whumper stepped back.

They weren't moving.

Fuck they weren't breathing. Whumpee stopped breathing too.

Whumpee looked frantically between Caretaker's crumpled form and Whumper, who was also staring at Caretaker.

Whumper raised their eyebrows at Caretaker, expectant.

Nothing. They checked their watch. Whumpee jerked against the chains uselessly.

Whumper gave Caretaker a swift kick.

Caretaker gasped to life as the boot collided with their spine.

"Ah. There we go."

Whumper stepped over them, heading toward the discarded whip. Caretaker rolled onto their stomach, coughing and sputtering, gasping for air.

Whumpee took in a deep, shaky breath. They were okay. It was fine. Everything was fine. For now.

Whumpee chanced a whisper. They could hardly breathe. "You good?"

Caretaker coughed again and rolled onto their back. "Yeah. Peachy." their voice was horse. Barely functional. More a whisper than anything.

"I'm so sorry."

Caretaker tried to clear their throat, choking on the sound. They managed an amused smile, their eyes still unfocused. "Don't be. You know I'm into the choking thing."

Whumpee couldn't bring themselves to laugh when Caretaker was panting on the ground.

Whumper returned with the whip, gripping Caretaker by the arm and dragging them over to the other side of the room. Caretaker didn't even try to fight, they just sagged against the wall, coughing, as Whumper sauntered up to Whumpee.

They reverently draped the whip over Whumpee's neck like they were presenting them with a medal. The cold, wet blood ticked against their bare skin. "Well done. That was very nice." Whumper tipped their chin up with a finger. "Now you're going to beg me to hurt you. Then when you can't take anymore, you're going to beg me to stop."

Whumpee glared at them. "I already fucking begged, we're done."

Whumper smiled. "Have it your way, but if you pass out without begging, I'm going to turn the whip onto Caretaker instead until you wake back up." They glanced at Caretaker who was barely sitting up straight in the corner. "Hopefully you snap out of it before they lose any more blood - I won't stop if they pass out."

Whumpee sputtered. "But I already...but you said-"

"What I said is that I wanted you to beg. And that's what you're going to do."

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(tags: @whumpawink, @prisonerwhump, @mabledonut)

"Look at you, getting all excited before I've even started."

Whumpee whimpered, resisting the urge to close their legs as Whumper chained them to their bed. It wasn't worth it. Not if they were going to be forced back open anyway.

"Sir..."

"Hush," their master murmured, pressing a few open-mouthed kisses along Whumpee's neck as they palmed them through the fabric of their underwear. "Fighting will only make it hurt more, my dear. You know that."

Whump Prompts: Possible Trauma Triggers

I can confidently say this is heavily inspired by my own trauma dksjdksj anyway enjoy.

Content: PTSD/trauma.

Smells/sounds/sights that remind them of that environment, the person who hurt them, etc. Maybe Caretaker wears Whumper's cologne, for example, or their voice somehow resembles Whumper's when in certain situations.

Alcohol. This can be a huge trigger for whumpees who's whumpers were alcoholics or just generally speaking worse/only violent when under the influence. They might hide when Caretaker drinks or do things to make sure they stay on Caretaker's good side until they're sober.

If they were the bloodbag of a vampire, the sight of their own blood could become a trigger. They might be scared that their whumper might smell it or they might just not wanna have their blood taken from them again.

Loud sounds. Alarms, shouting, banging on walls/doors.

Gifts. Whumpee might believe that they now owe the gifter, or they might hate opening wrapped presents because they have no idea what's inside. This could lead to tears, reassuring the gifter that they don't need to do all this to make Whumpee do what they want, they can be good, this isn't necessary.

Physical touch. Touching them without warning, hugs feeling like traps, not being able to escape until the other person says so. So they go stiff or immediately try to escape, hellbent on not falling for it again. They might even hurt Caretaker in the process.

Large crowds.

If they went through torture, things like water (waterboarding, drowning, etc.), sharp objects (cutting, surgeries, etc.) and the such could also be triggers for them.

The dark. Maybe they were kidnapped after dark or their whumper is nocturnal, but this makes for some good angst.

Stuff being close to their neck. They might have problems with collars, chokers, etc. because they were made to wear one during their captivity.

recovering Whumpee prompts

Whumpee who NEEDS to see everything around them. They will not let anyone, even Caretaker, walk behind them, they sit or stand with their back to a wall if possible. They're always looking behind them, constantly expecting Whumper there, even if it's just subconsciously.

Whumpee who makes themself as small as possible. They know their posture is taking a hit, but they draw in all of their limbs and hunch over in an attempt to be as small as possible. They're most comfortable this way.

Whumpee who has periods of time where they lose speech - partially or totally. During these, if they want or need something, they find it difficult or impossible to ask for it, and god forbid someone ask them about Whumper.

Whumpee who dissociates - their eyes grow unfocused at times and they always look confused or lost. They mindlessly follow Caretaker wherever they go, even when they're completely out of it.

Whumpee who has lost touch with their own self and feelings, and who notices that their breathing and heartbeat are speeding up. They notice their symptoms of having, say, a panic attack, too late to stop the effects.

Whumpee who has to be their own caretaker, whether that means stitching up their own wounds while biting on their wallet, or forcing themself up and out of bed in the morning.

this is so fucked but—

a whumpee that’s just kept perpetually beaten stupid

whumper just thinks they look so cute when they’re all dizzy and melty and blank

maybe they’re concussed again, or they lost too much blood, or they’ve just been backhanded a few too many times that day. maybe whumper keeps them sleep deprived and overworked, underfed and on the brink of collapse

and if their little pet starts to think too much—says anything beyond a few slurred words and those pretty sounds— starts looking like they’re having thoughts—

whumper can just slap them around a bit until their eyes glaze over and they’re disoriented and staggering again.

“it’s alright pet, you look better on the floor anyway.”

List of symptoms

I hate having whump fantasies that involve some vague fever that doesn’t have consistent symptoms to make it feel real. Here’s a handy list to flesh out the nature of your whumpee’s illness.

Let’s go:

Dizziness/faintness

Congestion

Sneezing

Coughing

Headache

Muscle aches

Joint aches

Cramping

Exhaustion/lethargy

Shivering

Wheezing/trouble breathing

Sore throat (trouble speaking and swallowing)

Sweating (leads to dehydration)

Flushed and/or pale skin

Delirium (delusions, nightmares, lack of filter, inability to regulate emotions, hallucinations, incoherent speech, confusion)

Nausea/vomiting

Abdominal pain (burning, stabbing, soreness)

Chest pain (burning, stabbing, soreness, tightness)

Pain/pressure behind the eyes

Feeling too hot or too cold

Weakness

Blurred vision

Weight loss (loss of appetite)

Rapid heartbeat

Abnormal breathing (rapid, shallow, panting)

Sensory sensitivity (light, sound, touch, smell, taste)

Tell me more……

Soft Caretaker / Whumpee Interactions

Wouldja look at that. Sand can write comfort. Weird, I know. @not-amber-schmidt got me thinking about it.

Just some soft comfort things for your bruised babies in recovery. Enjoy.

Caretaker and Whumpee spread out a picnic blanket in the park, watching for shapes in the clouds and they role lazily by.

Caretaker and Whumpee sitting on a beach, trying to guess who the seagulls will terrorize next. Laughing and exchanging "I told you so"s when they get one right.

The two decorating the house for the holidays. Snacking on far too much chocolate and candy as they put up cheesy figurines and window stickers.

Caretaker making two cups of tea and wordlessly handing one to Whumpee, sitting next to them so they are just a little bit less alone.

Whumpee knocks quietly on Caretaker's door after a nightmare. They slip into Caretaker's bed, snuggling in close and letting the fear melt away into warmth and sleepiness.

Caretaker and Whumpee curled up on the couch watching a horror movie. Caretaker holds them close during the scary parts, letting them bury their face in Caretaker's shoulder.

Caretaker and Whumpee are washing both sides of a glass door at the same time. Caretaker laughs, trying to perfectly mirror Whumpee's movements. Whumpee darts the rag back and forth, trying to evade them until the two are cracking up, playing tag until the glass is spotless.

Caretaker and Whumpee sit on the ground in front of a campfire, staring into the shimmering coals and telling countless stories.

The two climb onto the roof with a bottle of cheap wine in the middle of the night. They just lay there, passing it back and forth as they stare up at the constellations.

Caretaker and Whumpee singing along to the song on the radio at the top of their lungs, bouncing up and down as they drive down long, empty highways lit by stars.

Caretaker gently putting a kitten in Whumpee's lap. Reassuring them that they won't drop it or hurt it. Guiding their hands to pet gently along its back as it curls up to sleep.

Caretaker gently brushing through Whumpee's hair, pulling free any knots or tangles.

Caretaker making Whumpee close their eyes. They hand-feed them pieces of fruit or candy, letting them try to guess what one they just got. Whumpee gets most of them wrong, but is laughing anyway, swearing they're doing better than Caretaker would.

Caretaker washing Whumpee's hair. Whumpee's eyes flutter closed as Caretaker massages the sweet shampoo into their scalp. Their tense muscles unwind under the soothing, rhythmic pressure.

Caretaker and Whumpee playing Jenga on the floor of the living room. Caretaker blows on the tower, prompting Whumpee to squeal 'No no no!' as Caretaker laughs. When Whumpee wins regardless, they beam at Caretaker.

Caretaker holds Whumpee's hand as they drive, gently rubbing their thumb up and down Whumpee's.

Caretaker asks Whumpee to cut their hair. It's just a trim, but Whumpee is nervous they'll mess it up. "Don't worry. I trust you. It's going to turn out great."

Caretaker reading a book out loud while Whumpee works on small chores, knowing their voice will sooth them, even if the words are random or out of context.

Caretaker draws a bath for Whumpee after a stressful day. They get it exactly the right temperature with scented, soothing oils. A place where they can just escape, sit and forget the worries of the day.

Caretaker snugging Whumpee in a big, fluffy blanket, wrapping them up like a big floofy burrito.

Playing video games together, just letting the world melt away as they explore the game and talk to npcs, reading the dialogues out loud in silly voices.

Hugs. Just....big hugs. Long hugs when Whumpee comes home. Quick goodbye hugs. Surprise hugs. Tackle hugs. Soft hugs. All the hugs.

Caretaker and Whumpee walk through the park, holding hands. Pointing out squirrels chasing each other around the trees and sitting for a while to watch the ducks swim.

Caretaker gives Whumpee their big, cozy, worn out hoodie. Whumpee wraps themself completely in it, refusing to take it off.

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(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @jadeocean46910 @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @lav-whumps @wormwriting @meowsikbox @villainsvictim )

Hands In Hair

A classic trope. A whumper running their fingers through whumpee’s hair. It is an extremely intimate gesture. The possibilities are endless.

Tw: noncon kiss, panic attacks

• Whumper is in the middle of carving their name into whumpee’s chest. Whumpee is completely bound, not able to move an inch. Whumper leans in way too close. They stare into whumpee’s eyes, so close whumpee can feel their breath. As they continue carving, they uses their free hand to run their fingers through whumpee’s hair.

• Whumper just finished cutting whumpee’s hair. They hadn’t had a haircut since they were taken. Whumper decided to trim it. Now, whumper is looking at the job they’ve done. They tilt whumpee’s head to the left and right. They reach out and card their fingers through their locks.

• Whumper grabs a fistful of whumpee’s hair and drags them across the room were the chains are. Whumper harshly yanks them towards the metal bonds. Once they are close to them, Whumper stops and runs their fingers through their hair, then brushing off the strands that had been pulled out.

• Caretaker is holding whumpee, who just had a massive freak out after seeing fire again. Caretaker rocks whumpee back and worth, whispering that everything fine. They reach up and sweep their fingers through whumpee’s hair. (Bonus points if that’s what whumper used to do, so whumpee freaks out all over again)

• Whumpee whimpers as whumper deepens the kiss. They can feel their lips pressed against whumper’s. They run a hand up their face and to their hair. It soon makes its way through whumpee’s messy locks as whumper begins forcing their tongue in whumpee’s mouth.

• Wouldn’t it be hard to run your fingers through whumpee’s hair when it’s got so much dried blood in it?