Reicioplatonic ( Reicioapl / Reicioaplatonic )

Whump Prompts: Desperation

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Content: Implied starvation, begging, captivity, escape, wounds/injuries, betrayal.

Clawing at whatever's closest to them.

Consuming something that they'd otherwise never go near.

Holding onto something or someone so hard that their arms start to tremble.

Screaming for help until their throat is hoarse.

Knowingly injuring themselves or someone else as they attempt to escape.

Accepting deals before knowing what the other person wants from them because what they're promising sounds so good.

Begging someone they don't like for something.

Using whatever is around to patch up a wound, even if they know it'll make things worse in the long run.

Seeking comfort from their captor because they're the only one around.

Offering more than they can give in exchange for something.

Going to unsafe measures to keep themselves or someone else safe.

Betraying someone they care about in exchange for freedom.

today's treat is...

୨୧ deranged

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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

you know what I love?

a fucking maintenance beating.

whumpee didn’t do anything wrong, at least, not that they can remember. but tracing back in their memories is hard when they’re constantly getting kicked into the ground.

but this isn’t a punishment. they’ve been perfectly behaved, as a matter of fact.

no, this beating isn’t corrective. it’s preventative.

whumper just does it to keep them in line.

﹫BOYLiKE  —  [ boy - like ]

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[ iMAGE iD ] two flags with nine stripes. the first and last lines are wavy. the first line concaves on the left side of the wave; the last line concaves on the right side of the wave. other than those two, the lines are straight across. the colors in order from top to bottom are as follows: dark desaturated teal, faded blue, gray-teal, desaturated green, mint green, off-white, mint green, desaturated green, gray-teal, faded blue, dark desaturated teal. the second image is the exact same with the addition of a heart in the middle, with a gradient from gray-teal to off-white to gray-teal and a white glow around the symbol.

hi idk if you’ve done a drabble on this but I was wondering if you could maybe do one where whumper is bathing whumpee and is just creepy/ weird overall. ty!

Hi!! Thanks for the ask!!

I've been sitting on this one for a while because I don't really write NSFW and this Whumper kept trying to push me on that 😅

HOWEVER. The two of us (the character and I - yes I negotiate with my ocs) have come to an agreement and we both compromised to make something that I don't dislike.

It dips a lot more NSFW than I've done though, so I'm going to say 18+ for this scene and put it under the cut.

Touch

NSFW - 18+

Go away - don't read this. Just go have a nice day reading another thing.

(tw: very creepy/intimate whumper, noncon touch, noncon bathing, degradation, torture mention, restrained (handcuffs), ableist language)

Whumpee twisted and squirmed against the handcuffs, but they only managed to bite the metal further into their wrists.

Water sloshed as they thrashed - they were sorely surprised they hadn’t slopped too much over the edge of the deep clawfoot tub yet. Maybe it was for lack of leverage. No matter how they kicked and pushed, they couldn’t find purchase on the bottom of the soapy tub - not with their hands locked in place above their head, chain twisted around the pipes at the head of the tub. If they weren’t careful, they’d smash their head into the spout. Again.

They had barely stopped their struggling when Whumper returned, fresh towels draped over their arm. Then Whumpee’s thrashing started afresh.

They snarled at Whumper. “Don’t come near me me - don’t you fucking touch me, you psychopathic-”

Whumpee gasped, sputtering to a stop as water basted down over their face again. They twisted and tugged, trying to get out of the stream, finally managed to tip their face up enough that the most of it went down the back of their head rather than over their eyes and mouth. They gasped for air, chest heaving. The water swayed with their efforts.

Whumper chuckled, then turned the tap off. “I am going to touch you, so you should go ahead and get used to the idea now.”

Whumpee snarled at them. “Don’t you dare - don’t you fucking dare, you-” their mouth snapped shut as Whumper perched on the edge of the tub, dipping the cloth beneath the bubbles. They choked on the anger - voice came out in a small breath of air now as Whumper’s eyes roamed over them. “...don’t.”

“I need to touch you to clean you, silly.” Whumper gave them a quick smile, wringing the water out.

Whumpee’s skin crawled as the droplets pelted onto their bare chest. “N-no, back off, creep!” They squirmed back. Their arms trembled as they pulled up against the faucet as much as they could. They were just grateful for the layer of bubbles that shielded the most of their body.

It didn’t help. They gasped, jolting back as Whumper’s hand dipped under the water. The flowing cloth ghosted across their hip.

“Nnghh - stop! Fuck, get off me!”

Whumper laughed quietly at that, dragging the cloth along their stomach, then slowly - so fucking slowly - up their chest. “Why would you want me to stop? You made such a mess before. I need to get all this blood off of you.”

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut, squirming impossibly further against the back of the tub. It bruised against their shoulders, digging into lash marks that striped across their spine. They had mostly healed, but fuck if it didn’t still hurt. Still, they pulled back as far as they could.

Whumper started working the cloth in torturously slow circles against their ribs, curling their arm under the surface of the water to work. Whumpee arched their back, trying to use whatever space they had to get the touch off of them.

A squeak wormed its way up Whumpee’s throat as the cloth pressed against a deep, aching bruise at the side of their ribs.

Whumper chuckled. “Aww, is that sore?” They dropped the cloth, preferring to use their fingertips to trace the bruising, exploring and pressing in until Whumpee gasped.

“You poor thing. You’re all black and blue. What sort of monster would do this to you?”

Whumpee grit their teeth, pulling in on themself as Whumper kneaded the cloth deeper into a sore spot. A hiss of air slid through their gritted teeth as they thrashed again. “Fuck - s-stop! Stop! Get off me you fucking psychopath!” They tried to kick up at Whumper, but couldn’t find the leverage while they were keeping their legs pinned together so tightly.

Whumper grinned, eyes flicking up to meet Whumpee’s. “You’re so cute when you talk like that - but I’m going to have to ask you to stop.”

Whumpee glared up at them. “Why don’t you stop fucking touching me, and we can- mmph!”

Whumpee sputtered back as Whumper shoved the cloth in their mouth, prying it in deeper and deeper between the molars until Whumpee’s jaw ached. They thrashed their head from side to side, but Whumper managed to push it in place, murmuring as they went. “You’re so unnecessarily chatty. I don’t need your mouth for this. I just need you to behave.”

Whumpee's skin crawled as Whumper's fingers gripped their jaw. They squeezed their eyes shut and tucked their face to the side - into the shelter of their arm - but Whumper dragged it back to center. Their thumb - still wet from the water - made long, slow strokes across their cheek. "Pathetic," they murmured. "You can't fight this. So why try?"

Whumpee bit down further into the rag, silently begging for the touch to stop. It didn't.

A slight, tingling burn filled their mouth as the soapy water leeched out of the cloth.

Whumper's grip loosened. They brushed a thumb over Whumpee's strained lip. “You do look cute like this. But now I don’t even have a rag. How selfish of you.” They were biting back a smile as their fingers skimmed back down to Whumpee’s collarbone. “I guess I'll have to use my hands instead.” Their hand dipped back into the water.

Within moments, Whumpee was kicking back again. They jolted, curling their legs up as Whumper’s hand slipped further down.

Whumper laughed at that. “You’re going to make me chain your ankles too, aren’t you?" They paused. "Actually…on second thought, that could be fun.”

Whumpee’s muscles were already quaking with the effort of keeping their legs pulled up so tightly. They hoped their useless whimper got lost in the gag. If it didn’t, Whumper didn’t seem to mind.

“Go on, keep fighting me.” They trailed a finger up Whumpee’s thigh. “Give me a reason to break you.”

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tags: I'm not tagging people for this because some of yall don't have ages in your bios and I'm not tagging you for NSFW anything - if you wanna read this, find it on your own 😅

whumper pretending to be mad just to see whumpee squirming and groveling and apologizing within a second because they don’t know what they did wrong but fuck they’re so so sorry and they’ll do anything to make it better—

“sir please—please let me make it up to you—I promise I’ll be better I swear—just please—”

A sense of horror

One of my favorite tropes that I honestly think is pretty underrated is a loved one or an onlooker’s overwhelming sense of horror when they discover what has happened to a protagonist/MC.

Like.. a character stumbling in bleeding and broken—itheir loved one’s dread building and building as they unwrap the layers of mc’s clothing with shaking hands, only to find more and more and more blood— overwhelmed with panic and anguish when they discover just how deep the injuries go.

MC being brought home after a near-disastrous rescue mission, and the caretaker is finally able to get a good look at their injuries in proper lighting, and the horror hits them when they see deep, bloody gashes, whip marks crossing along their back, deep cuts and bruises in various stages of healing, a broken bone jutting out awkwardly at an angle it definitely shouldn’t be, and they’re just so overcome with revulsion and terror and heartache at what mc has had to endure. 

And that whole time, they had no idea. There was nothing they could do, but god they didn’t know it could get this bad. 

An onlooker, struck with a nauseating realization of how twisted some of their companions can be; the guilt of a bystander a weight that grows and grows, as they wrestle with dueling urges to help and to stay silent. (shoutout to @whumpsday for giving us another perfect example of this trope just yesterday)

Or even a villain/whumper, who agreed to participate in the cruelty, at some point down the line becoming too repulsed by the bloodthirst of their own comrades or fellow whumpers, suddenly unable to look anymore, wracked with guilt and disgust and thoughts of ‘god what have I done…’ 

A caretaker, rescuer, or even a new captor obtaining a whumpee who has been so conditioned by their past abuser that it makes their skin crawl. MC asking, begging to be punished at the slightest perceived mistake, or just bringing their new captor or guardian something to beat them with before falling to their knees. Anything that leaves them horrified, wondering ‘what the hell did they do to you’ yet also being too afraid to ask. The “are you my new master” trope may fall under this category and is also just immaculate. 

God I love this trope, whatever you call it. 

More whump inspo

"Mmmph- mmph!"

Whumper grinned up at Whumpee from their spot in between Whumpee's legs. Gentle fingers fiddled mindlessly with the buckle of their captive's belt, threatening to undo it at any moment.

"What's wrong, sweet thing?" they teased. "Don't wanna show yourself? Even to your dear old master?"

There were some more muffled screams from behind the gag; desperate and frightened. The terror in their eyes was something else, Whumper nearly couldn't get enough of it.

Finally, they decided they were finished teasing and unbuckled Whumpee's belt, easily pulling it out from around their waist. Afterwards came the knife down the center of their shirt, exposing their stomach and chest whether their captive liked it or not.

"You really are perfect, Whumpee," they whispered as they let their head come to rest on Whumpee's lap. Despite not having any eyes on them now, they could feel them fighting against the restraints holding them against the chair. "You have the sweetest tummy... perfect as a makeshift pillow - and what about these gorgeous thighs? So soft and warm!"

To emphasise their point, they buried their face in between Whumpee's bare legs and began to run their hands up and down the poor thing's trembling thighs, licking and nipping at the skin there. They were perfect. Everything Whumper had ever wanted.

Now, they just had to make Whumpee theirs for good.

Whump Tropes: Legs

Legs shaking, refusing to hold still while Whumpee hides. The shaking getting more and more uncontrollable as Whumper’s footsteps click closer.

Whumper trailing their fingers up Whumpee’s thighs while they whisper calm, quiet threats in their ear. Bonus points if they’re pressed up against a wall.

Kneecaps cracking against stone as Whumper forces them to kneel with a firm hand on their shoulder. Or pulling them down, fingers knotted in their hair.

Whumpee hugging their knees to their chest, rocking themselves to sleep on the cold hard ground.

“I love how your muscles twitch when I run the knife behind your knees. Are you ticklish, dalrling? Let’s hope not. You’ll have to stay very still for this.”

Legs giving out when Whumpee stands too fast. Bonus points if Whumper catches them, holding them close as their vision goes black.

Whumper slowly and delicately carving patterns into Whumpee’s thighs as they pant and struggle to hold still.

The warm tickle of blood dripping down the whole length of Whumpee’s leg.

“You have such beautiful legs. So soft and smooth. But…don’t you think that gets a little boring? Let’s give them a little character.”

Wumpee running through a wooded area at top speed only to crumple to the ground as their ankle snaps on the uneaven terrain.

Then, Whumpee trying not to scream as they pull their broken ankle close, trying desperately to manage the pain as they scoot or crawl off the path before Whumper catches up.

I’m a big fan of boots cracking femurs. Especially if Whumper is standing so tall above them, ever so slowly increasing pressure until the crack and scream.

“Your back is still healing, but the whip leaves such lovely patterns. Let’s try your thighs instead.”

Whumper sitting on Whumpee’s legs to keep them down they writhe and squirm.

Whumper removing legs so the Whumpee can’t run anymore. (Amputation is a whole category on its own, I’ll leave it there for this post)

Whumpee’s feet going numb when their ankles are bound too tightly. Trying to wriggle and stomp to get the blood flowing.

Then, the prickling pain when the blood does finally come back.

Whumpee trying to run only to weaken immediately, realizing how much their muscle has deteriorated over months of being stagnant.

Legs bound together.

Legs bound open.

The rope patterns etched into Whumpee’s skin when Whumpee finally removes the binding.

Rug burn ripping up their calves and thighs as Whumpee is dragged away (bonus points if they’d dragged by their hair or one arm).

Whumpee watching as their thighs get smaller and smaller, wondering how much of them can waste away before their heart gives up on life.

“Try to kick me again and those lovely legs of yours will be covered in blood.”

Whumpee embarrassed as they have to clutch on to Whumper to keep from falling when their legs are to exhausted to stand on. How Whumper is suddenly so kind, holding them close and safe as their legs tremble.

Whumper’s blade peeling thin, long strips of skin up from Whumper’s thighs.

Whumpee’s hands shaking around a knife Whumper left plunged in their thigh. Trying to work up the courage to pull it out, not knowing how they will stop the blood or if they should leave it in until Whumepr returns.

Lukewarm water scalding frost bitten legs as Whumpee is forced into the tub. Whumpee screaming as they try to thrash away, splashing more of it across their body.

Legs going numb when Whumper leaves Whumpee tied to a chair for too long.

Warmth spreading down Whunpee’s leg as fear consumes them and their bladder lets go.

Hammers. Kneecaps.

“The Achilles’ tendon is vital for walking. If I were to cut right here- No no, stop fighting me. Squirming won’t get you out of those ropes, you’ll just piss me off more.”

Grit biting into Whunpee’s knees as they try to crawl away.