Sleep Paralysis Whump

Whump dialogue #55

"Please, I'm really sorry," Whumpee droned, staring at the floor. "I won't do it again."

Whumper hummed and nodded. "And now the honest version?"

Whumpee glared up, making direct eye contact, "Fuck you and everything you stand for."

Whumper grinned and pulled out a whip.

"See, I like it so much better when you're honest."

Hear Me Out #1: Baths

Comfort (SFW)

After whumpee's rescue, caretaker gives them a bath and sees all the scars whumper gave them.

Caretaker trying the best not to break down in front of whumpee.

Bad Caretaker asking whumpee how they got each scar, believing too much in how talking about the trauma makes one feel better but they're really forcing whumpee to think about it all over again.

Whumpee not wanting caretaker to see all the scars and pushing them away but they're too weak to clean themself on their own so they eventually have to give in.

Caretaker softly lathering whumpee's hair and massaging their head like they used to before whumper took whumpee away.

Stoic caretakers gently cleaning up a shy whumpee, promising again and again that they really don't care about their looks.

Whumpee taking a bath alone for the first time after being free from whumper and feeling so happy that whumper isn't there to violate their privacy.

Hurt (SFW)

Whumpee too afraid to take a bath because they don't want to look at their scarred body, since whumper made sure that they remember the story behind each scar.

Whumpee finding a safe haven in the bathroom because they know whumper's not going to come in their as long as they don't take too long, but every little movement outside gives them anxiety and they are afraid that whumper might come in.

The blood and dirt turning the clear water colorful as whumpee dips into it.

Whumpee vigorously scrubbing their body so they can stop feeling whumper's touch on their skin.

The water being too hot or too cold, not even giving whumpee the comfort they desire.

Whumpee having to earn the basic right to shower, use soap, etc.

Whumper keeping whumpee's head underwater over and over again because they're not cleaning themselves well enough.

Whumpee trying to drown themself in the water to escape whumper (bonus points if it doesn't work and their private bathing privilege gets taken away)

Hurt (NSFW)

Intimate whumper making whumpee give them a bath, saying things like "you like seeing that, don't you?"

Intimate whumper giving whumpee a bath, touching them in all the places they shouldn't, especially if it's after violating them.

Creepy whumper pressing in all the the bruises and wounds (bonus points if whumpee's not allowed to make a sound)

Unhinged whumper giving whumpee a very soothing bath, except for the fact that they mercilessly tortured them like half an hour ago.

❀ whumpee x caretaker tropes where whumpee and caretaker are enemies ༊*· ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ ˘͈

tw: force feeding, mention of vomit

✘ caretaker has whumpee locked in a room (or chained down to a bed) so that whumpee can’t escape, except that — instead of whumpee’s completely being a prisoner — caretaker’s having to hold whumpee captive is genuinely for whumpee’s own safety, too.

✘ whumpee constantly expects caretaker to hurt them.

✘ whumpee may be injured, but they’re not submissive. they always hiss and snarl at caretaker like a caged animal; clearly scared and terrified, yes, but they refuse to surrender.

✘ whumpee tries to attack caretaker, but with them being hurt, caretaker can easily overpower them by placing a firm hand on the back of whumpee’s neck and holding them down to the bed, keeping them still. (keep in mind that caretaker is not hurting whumpee, they’re in fact keeping whumpee from hurting them and themself in the process.)

✘ feeding time is a nightmare when whumpee constantly tries to literally bite caretaker’s hand.

✘ whumpee thrashes around when caretaker holds their jaw open with one hand, feeding them with the other, forcing the food down their throat.

✘ neither whumpee nor caretaker is having a good time.

✘ whumpee always challenges caretaker to kill them and just get it over with. but even though whumpee tries to hide it, caretaker can still see genuine fear in whumpee’s eyes.

✘ caretaker isn’t going to “comfort” whumpee (they’re enemies, duhhh), but caretaker does tell whumpee that they’re not going to hurt them. that whumpee doesn’t believe caretaker is… none of caretaker’s problem.

✘ whumpee gets sick and throws up on their bed / on the floor (the choice is yours), they are less embarrassed than they are surprised by how gentle caretaker is being, as caretaker helps clean them up.

✘ or how mindful caretaker is when they’re changing whumpee’s bandages.

✘ caretaker gives whumpee a bath and when whumpee reflexively tries to cover their wounds and their scars even if they know caretaker has already seen them all (because they don’t want caretaker to see what they consider a sign of weakness), caretaker says, “you don’t have to feel like you have to hide your injuries from me. I’m not them. I’m not going to take advantage of your wounded stage. I’m not going to hurt you.” — “what do you want then?” whumpee asks. — “I just want to take care of you and make sure you’re okay,” caretaker replies, firmly but softly with no hint of mockery in their voice.

✘ caretaker hears whumpee cry at night. though whumpee stops and pretends to be asleep when they hear the door open.

✘ caretaker knows whumpee is awake, but caretaker chooses not to say anything.

✘ or, one night, whumpee is awake but pretends to be asleep. this time, however, caretaker doesn’t know whumpee is actually awake when they walk over to whumpee’s bed to adjust the blanket properly around whumpee’s shoulders. whumpee keeps still and continues pretending to be asleep. they only open their eyes when they’re certain caretaker has already left the room, but they don’t push the blanket away, for some reason.

Guessing the number of followers is giving so much vibe of Whumper making his Whumpee count during the torture like XD "Come on, guess. Maybe you'll be right this time" "...8...842...?" "Noope. Time for consolation prize!" "NOO! NOT THE CONSOLATION PRIZE" *gives him a squishy pic* "Oh.... That consolation prize..."

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Okay you done inspired me. I know this isn't about followers, but I started thinking 'what about forced to guess how many lashes they've had?'.

Sooooooooo, here. Have a scene that no one asked for:

Counting

(tw: beating/belting, sadistic whumper, degradation)

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Whumpee’s knees ground against the carpet, the rough fibers clawing into the place where what calluses they had worked up had rubbed free again. But that pain was negligible compared to the burning strikes across their back.

“Guess again.”

Whumpee grit their teeth. They’d long since given up trying to keep the tears from falling. Their eyes burned with the salty wetness. They dripped freely from their cheekbones to the floor, sparkling all the way down until they splashed against the rough carpet.

They tried again. “F…forty……six?”

Whumper laughed loudly that time. “Not even close!”

A pitiful cry squirmed up their throat as the belt came down again, slashing across the other marks.

It burned. Oh god, how it burned.

Whumpee’s legs were shaking, threatening to give out again. They forced themself to stay up on their hands and knees. If they slipped again, Whumper would only beat them until they were back in place. ‘Where they should be.’ They were only grateful that Whumper had allowed them to fall onto their hands as well - they usually were forced to remain upright.

But they’d never had this many lashes before either.

At least, they didn’t think they had. They had lost count.

Which was the whole point of this fucked up game.

It couldn’t be more than forty…right?

They tried again, voice quivering. “T-thiry s-ahk!-s-even?”

They should come up with some kind of strategy. Start counting high and count backwards until they hit the right number. But what if they were wrong? What if it was higher than expected and they never reached it? What if they guessed far too high, and had double the lashes?

Whumper chuckled - then lighting struck again, hot, slick leather ripping into them again.

Whumpee screamed, elbows buckling.

They forced themself back up.

And tried again.

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the weary feverish whumpee aesthetic™

I love it when a whumpee is so weak that they:

are bedridden, much to their discomfort. They long to leave the bed, but cannot because they are too weak, and their legs shake at the thought of taking even a single step.

can't keep their eyes open. Their eyelids flutter but due to tiredness and too much light, they always close again. However, the whumpee has learned to rely on other senses, and is able to recognize the caretaker's voice or touch among a thousand others.

have to always lie down. They try to sit up, perhaps to eat something, but after a few minutes their head starts spinning and their body starts screaming because of the effort. Much to their chagrin, they have to force themselves back down or else they will likely pass out.

are not hungry. Their body can't handle even plain broth, making them queasy and dizzy. So they continue to refuse food, their only source of livelihood, and this obviously worsens their condition.

are too sensitive to touch. Their skin that seems to boil with fever, the bedsheets that rub down their limbs like sandpaper, the hair that sticks to their sweaty forehead, even the simple touch of the caretaker, a touch that is supposed to comfort them. They start to hate all these little things.

Please, feel free to add more.

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 :)

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I just love invasive whump

cw: creepy/intimate whumper, mouth whump, manhandling, multiple whumpers, restraints, implications of trafficking, forcibly restrained, wound fingering im sorry mom

whumpees who get no personal space, always being grabbed and touched and shoved around and handled

whumpers who get handsy

running a hand down their cheek, sliding a finger along their jaw. touching and admiring their hair, tugging on it for fun

hooking a finger into the inside of their mouth and dragging them around

whumper gripping their jaw and leaning in close, whispering threats into their ear or growling posessive words against their neck

a captive who wants nothing more than to pull away, but can only squirm around in their restraints.

obsessive yandere whumper tying them up and forcing them to cuddle (shoutout Malik @lumpsbumpsandwhumps )

multiple whumpers: too many hands all over them, grabbing them and forcing them down

whumpee forcibly restrained, stripped down and inspected—either having their wounds inspected (i wrote about this here), or just getting appraised and looked over like goods

I love the thought of licking the blood or tears off a whumpees face or neck.

it’s just so dehumanizing and gross and invasive :))

prying their jaw open all the way and just feelin around in there :))

pulling on their tongue, running nails along their teeth, shoving fingers down their throat to shut them up

just, exploring and having a good ol time :)))

aggravating old wounds. pressing down on bloody bandages, deep bruises, and broken ribs, just to watch their reaction.

…fingering their wounds

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12

[tw intimate whumper, noncon kissing, noncon touching, conditioning, captivity]

"N-no," Whumpee breathed, muscles locking up in sheer terror and disgust as Whumper leaned in to press a kiss to their cheek. They didn't have the energy — or the courage — to scream about it anymore. They weren't being rude... they were pleading. "Please. I don't– I don't want this, please..."

Whumper moved even closer, completely trapping them against the wall. The best Whumpee could do was turn their head to the side and squeeze their eyes shut, but even that was futile when they were grabbed by the chin, helpless to let their captor position them however they pleased. "Feeling polite tonight?" Whumpee could hear the smirk in their voice without looking.

They would have to swallow the mockery if they wanted to get anywhere.

"Yes, sir." They held their breath, hoping the title came across as sincere instead of the taunt Whumpee wished it could've been. When Whumper didn't hit them, they cautiously opened their eyes, relieved to see them taken aback. "Please?"

It was their last... line of defence? Resort? Lifeline? And frankly, it wasn't much. Relying on the humanity and mercy of a soulless monster who had kidnapped and tortured them for weeks now was a hopeless gamble. But it was all they had: genuine desperation, and a willingness to show some vulnerability.

Whenever Whumpee had put on an act of defiance, Whumper responded in kind, breaking them down brutally and without an ounce of pity. Whenever they had grown too tired to physically protest, their captor had held them and feigned care, cooing and running gentle fingers through their hair. So maybe now that they were being earnest and giving Whumper exactly what they wanted... maybe now, they would consider indulging them just a little. Just for the night.

"You're tired of fighting, aren't you?" Whumper asked softly, moving their hand to cup Whumpee's cheek. "It's understandable. It gets pretty damn tiring, after a while."

Whumpee made a half-hearted attempt to pull away, but one warning glance from Whumper was enough to keep them in line. But they were hopeful. Whumper's tone was almost caring, if they allowed themself to dream a little. "Please, stop touching me. I can't– I can't do this. Not tonight."

"I don't want you to think I don't appreciate this change in attitude. I do." Whumper leaned in for another kiss on the cheek, and Whumpee shivered. "And I can and will reward you for it. But the thing is... I can't reward you by going against everything I expect from you."

No. No, they couldn't– they couldn't– they were being so polite! They were well-behaved! They were honest, they– they'd debased themself appropriately!

Whumpee felt panic rising in their chest as Whumper went in for a real kiss this time, pressing their lips against theirs, slowly and sweetly like it was all consensual. Whumpee placed both of their hands on their captor's chest, not really making an effort to push them away yet. They didn't have the strength; neither physical, nor mental.

"I'm going to reward you by being gentle," Whumper murmured. "And we don't have to do much either. We can take it slow, and I can just show you how it could be, if you were to behave. It doesn't have to be that constant fighting, Whumpee. We can spend a nice night together."

"B-but– but I don't– please, I don't want–"

"Shh, listen to what I'm telling you, love." They placed their own hand on top of Whumpee's, and Whumpee realised they still weren't trying to shove them away. "We're going to spend this night together either way. Because I want to. But it doesn't have to be torture."

Tears were streaming down their face by this point, and they made no move to wipe them away. There was no point. The worst part was how their abused mind jumped at the sliver of comfort the words offered, even though it was less than the bare minimum. It was still a promise of endless coercion and violation.

"Okay," they heard themself say anyway. Their voice was thick with painful resignation, yet light enough that they weren't even sure they'd said it once their mouth had stopped moving. They didn't want to believe they'd said it.

But Whumper smiled, giving them another peck on the lips. "It really can be nice, you know. Even if you don't believe me yet. Let me show you how accomodating I can be, whenever I don't have to worry about you clawing my eyes out."

Some responses to "I'm fine":

"Bullshit."

"Then how do you explain that?"

"Uh huh. Sure you are buddy."

"You know, it's ok if you're not ok."

"There is no way you're 'fine' after that."

[skeptical silence]

[worried silence]

"[name], it's ok..."

"We talked about this."

"Please don't lie to me."

"You call that 'fine'?"

"Then why are you [action that reveals distress]?"

"You don't look/sound fine."

"Something's bothering you; I can tell."

"You can talk to me... "

"You're not fooling anyone."

"I just want to help. Will you let me?"

"No you're not."

"You're shaking..."

Humiliation Prompts Pt 2

As requested by anon, here’s part 2. These are all presented as sfw by default (but can be interpreted otherwise if that’s your preference)

Humiliate them by:

⇢ Washing out their mouth with soap

⇢ Making them wear a list or symbol of their crimes

⇢ Making them ask permission for all basic needs (drinking, sleeping, bathing, using the bathroom, etc) Bonus: make attaining these conditional or even arbitrary

⇢ Hand feeding them scraps

⇢ Keeping them restrained or confined long enough they wet/soil themselves. Bonus: leave them in their own filth longer as punishment for the mess

⇢ Refusing to let them dress/undress themselves

⇢ Feeding them dog or cat food

⇢ Bathing or washing them by hand

⇢ Touching scars or recent marks and making them recount how they got each one

⇢ Displaying them as an art piece. Bonus: strip them first, or bind them in a stress position

⇢ Making them cry in front of the person they’d be most mortified to see them like that

⇢ Refusing to let them wear clothes

⇢ Mocking them for parts of their appearance they can’t change (scars, marks, weight, physique, etc)

⇢ Forcing them to sleep on the floor

⇢ Having them select and cut a branch before switching them with it

⇢ Keeping them in a cell with transparent walls

⇢ Boxing them up and returning them weeks later, bound and gagged, on someone’s doorstep. Bonus: include photos or videos of what happened during those missing weeks

⇢ Spitting in their food

⇢ Cleaning the filth from a pair of shoes with their clothes or bedding

⇢ Adorning them with body piercings. Bonus: ring piercing + a chain to lead them around

⇢ Enforcing a particular level of grooming (shaving, trimming, waxing, etc)

⇢ Playing dress up with them like they’re a living doll

⇢ Ordering them to scrub floors/latrines with a toothbrush

⇢ Eating a fancy meal in front of them after they’ve been starved for days. Bonus: drop a bite or two on the floor for them to lick up

⇢ Denying them entry or services at a public place (restaurant, store, hospital, library, etc)

⇢ Making them take punishments for someone else

⇢ Throwing spoiled food, rocks, or trash at them

⇢ Dumping them in a muddy ditch after a bad beating

⇢ Leaving them bound in a dumpster on a hot day

⇢ Assigning them a difficult project, then destroying it once they finish. Bonus: make them do it over again