You Know What I Love?

Content: Drugs, recovery, medical whump.

You know what I love? Caretakers trying to give Whumpee the illusion of having a choice despite the both of them knowing they don't.

Asking Whumpee if they'd like Caretaker to step outside or sit with them while they take a bath. The answer has to be the latter - Whumpee is far too weak to be trusted alone in a tub full of water - but neither of them acknowledge that.

Letting them pick the specialist they see to distract them from the fact that they have to see someone.

Offering to help them get dressed or leave the room, but Whumpee is too weak to get dressed on their own.

They've gotta get a procedure done, but they can choose whether they want to be awake for it or not.

Offering to either feed Whumpee or let them do it themselves, knowing full well that the former is the only option.

They've gotta be put on drugs, but Caretaker lets them pick between injections or a pill.

Giving them the choice between several different bedrooms to distract them from the fact that they have to sleep alone.

Just. trying so hard to help them feel like they're in control of their situation, even though they're really not...

I adore muzzling Whumpees. 

A face mask over a muzzle as Whumper drags Whumpee through a crowded area. Whumpee knows exactly what will happen to them if they make a scene.

The deep red marks on Whumpee’s face as their muzzle is removed for the first time in months. The way they struggle to speak again after days of having it on. The first word they manage to croak out is “water”.

Whumpee refuses to take some kind of pill, so Whumper stuffs it into their mouth and covers their lips with duct tape. Either they swallow willingly or it gets dissolved in their mouth, but they’re taking it.

Whumpee so terrified and hysterical that they can only sob and hyperventilate behind the duct tape, struggling to get enough air without their mouth. All they can do is sob, choking on their own tears and spit.

Whumpee sitting in the bathtub as Caretaker carefully tries to remove the duct tape wrapped around Whumpee’s head. They whisper apologies whenever Whumpee flinches.

Rescuers not having enough time to un-muzzle Whumpee. They just pick the bound and silenced Whumpee up and run. 

Whumpee only being able to communicate through muffled grunts through their muzzle, but still desperately trying to communicate with Caretaker.

hey friend! do you have anything wildly fucked up for sensory deprivation and / or sensory overload? Maybe a prompt list...? i'm writing and looking for some brainpower. fyi kiddo is already tied up + in a stress position + has barely eaten in four days + obviously having a great time. and in any case pls have a beautiful weekend :)

Ofc!!

Sensory Deprivation

Only the restraints and cold air breaking the silence. Painful when they shouldn’t be because it’s so enhanced by the nothingness.

Hearing ringing in their ears or their own heartbeat, even little things like breath or swallowing driving them insane.

“..is anyone there..? c-can anyone hear me…?”

When Whumpee’s been limp for so long that no one can tell if they’re awake or sleeping.

The blindfold and/or headphones aching, burning even, against their skin they’ve been there so long.

Hands falling numb, and pins and needles in their feet or legs from lack of movement and circulation.

Whumpee no longer able to remember what position they’re restrained in. Nothing makes sense. Are their arms up or down? Which way was the door again?

Ultra-sensitive hearing. When Whumper taps on their headphones or earplugs, it’s so loud it’s like lightning cracking through their skull.

That lovely moment when the blindfold finally comes away and Whumpee covers their eyes back up, crinkling against the sky because it’s so bright.

Whumpee only gets Whumper’s touch. That’s it. Whether it comforts or hurts them, they’re grateful for it.

And of course, that moment when a whip slashes across them, and they gasp a scream at the sudden invasion of their nothingness, almost overwhelmed by the shock of something so intense after the muted empty.

Sensory Overload

Hot and cold at the same time. Alternating so quickly the body can’t even tell which is which.

Not just loud music - a variety. All kinds of ever changing sound and volume.

Are the lights getting darker or is it just me? No…no they’re g- …no they seem lighter now….i swear they were more orange a second ag- no no they’re definitely changing-

Multiple types of pain at once. Stab, then superheat the blade. Then twist.

“You can take another, right?”

Hurt Whumpee while suffocating them. They’re so desperate for air that they don’t care about the pain as much, yet the pain sends them into a frenzy which makes the suffocation work which makes then thrash which makes them hurt more wh-

Forcing Whumpee to solve random puzzles, answer questions, do math, etc while in a stress position. Pain mixed with the balance mixed with the brain games. Keep them overloaded in every area you can. They’ll get exhausted all that much faster.

“Ss-s-stop- ple-ease jus-just make it st-st–..jus for a minute-please-”

Shock collar that keeps Whumpee awake. Zap every time they dip below 80 bpm or so.

That being said, low-level electricity around the clock?? It’s pain but they can allllllmost block it out. Almost. Sometimes.

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today's treat is...

୨୧ deranged

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The Party

I'm hosting an event at @the-whumpers-soiree! This scene is the first and may serve as an example. Outside of that, please enjoy as you would any of my drabbles. <3

[EVENT LINK]

(tw: alcohol consumption, kidnapping, knife, noncon touch, intimate/creepy whumper)

Whumpee clutched their drink close, hanging on the wall. Their eyes scanned the room, darting between the flashes of shimmering light in the dim room. The music was loud - but not too loud. The room was full - but not too full. The drinks were strong - but not too….well, you get the idea. Everything was right.

So…what felt so wrong?

Whumpee’s eyes flicked from guest to guest. Smiling faces. Some dancing. Some mingling. Laughing. Joking. A few couples wandered off to the corners into the shadows, evidently enjoying being very close to each other.

Something was wrong.

Whumpee sipped their drink tentatively, trying to choose their next move. They’d only been here half an hour, they couldn’t just leave already. This party was supposed to be for new opportunities. New friends for a new city. New ideas and new roots. A New Year’s party for the new them. 

They wished they at least had some friends to huddle in the corner with. Plenty of others lingered along the edges, also watching the crowd - but Whumpee was not nearly social enough to go introduce themself to one of them. Why did they even come to an event designed to help newcomers find new friends if they couldn’t even build up the courage to go make the new friends?

Pathetic. 

This place was too nice for them anyway. They were so underdressed for the location - clothes entirely too comfortable to take comfort in. Though, plenty of others seemed to feel the same way, so maybe it wasn’t so bad. Whumpee assumed the party planners just didn’t properly disclose how nice the penthouse venue would be with its glass balconies and matte hardwood floors. They wished they’d have at least picked a button down or something, though.

They tinkered on their phone, trying to decide how long they would make themself stay before they made a move to leave. Or…maybe they should pick a target goal? Find someone else who was lingering alone and try to just……hide with them? Solidarity, and all that.

Their eyes locked onto someone nearby - someone sipping their drink as timidly as Whumpee - just hiding in the shadows like them. 

Perfect.

Before Whumpee could make a move toward their new potential friend/hiding-in-shame buddy, a new face strolled up to them. 

Whumpee blinked up at the stranger as they smiled down at Whumpee.

“Hi! I saw you hanging out over here and…thought you might like a friend?”

“Wh- um - uh- yeah. Yeah - I mean. Hi.”

The stranger laughed lightly. “Not a social butterfly, then?”

Whumpee chewed on their cheek. “Nope - no, not exactly my forte.”

The stranger smiled warmly at them, holding out their hand. “Whumper. Nice to meet you.”

Whumpee shifted their glass into their left hand, patting the condensation off on their shirt before shaking the stranger’s -no, Whumper’s- hand. “I’m Whumpee.”

Their eyes stayed on Whumper’s grip, not quite daring to look up. They blinked at the red glowstick around the other’s wrist. Then to their own blue one. “I - uh - I didn’t realize they had other colors.”

Whumper pulled their hand back, glancing at the red glowstick. “Oh, yeah, they must have run out of blue.”

Whumpee immediately moved to unsnap theirs. “Did you want blue? I can trade y-”

“No no no,” Whumper smirked. “I think red suits me better than it would you. But thank you anyway. You’re a sweet little thing.”

Heat flushed into Whumpee’s cheeks, threatening to burn them if they didn’t get a grip. “Th-thanks-” Fuck what am I even thanking them for?? Whumpee’s stomach turned and soured. Was that…butterflies?

No. No, something wrong. Still wrong.

The drinks and the music and the kind stranger had them almost forgetting for a moment.

Their breath stuttered to a stop as the backs of Whumper’s hand pressed lightly to their cheek, pressed to the flush. Whumpee’s wide eyes stared up at them, twitching back further into the wall. Or did they want to lean in?? Fuck, they were so confused. So close. Too close? Maybe too close.

Whumper’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “You seem a little warm, should we go out to the balcony and get you some fresh air?”

Whumpee cleared their throat, tipping their face away from the touch until Whumper retracted their hand. “N-no, I’m okay, but thank you.”

Whumper gave them a charming smile, stepping closer.

Fingers wrapped around theirs, prying the drink from their hand with ease. Whumpee watched as it was taken from them - then set to the side on a small table. 

Their heart kicked into a new gear as Whumper stepped closer again - holding them frozen with just a look.

Whumper’s tone was so soft, but laced with something…something darker. Their palm pressed against the wall next to Whumpee’s head when Whumpee tried to take a step to the side. “I really think you should come outside with me.”

Whumpee managed to retreat further into the wall, eyes sliding to the side to see if anyone else was looking. If anyone else noticed their discomfort. If anyone even knew they were there in the shadows.

“N-no, I’m okay, I should probably b-” They flinched as something sharp and cool pressed to their side. Stammering, “wh-wha-t is tha-t-”

Whumper chuckled softly, leaning in to press their lips to Whumpee’s ear. Hot breath danced across their skin, whispering, “It’s a knife, sweetheart. Haven’t you ever had a knife on you before?”

Whumpee swallowed thickly, panic stretching out from their stomach and pooling in their lungs, pulling their breaths shorter and sharper and quicker. 

“Wh-what are you doing??”

“Mm…not much. Not yet. Right now, I’m just….persuading you to change your mind about the balcony. Then we can talk more.”

“I- I don’t w-” Whumpee’s protestation squeaked to a stop as the blade pressed further into them, enough to hurt.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

Whumpee’s legs were trembling. Shaking hands gripping Whumper’s arms for support. “Y-yeah - yeah let’s….le-ts…balcony-”

“Hmmm…” Whumper smiled against their neck, smirk prickling the tender flesh. “That’s what I thought you said.”

Whumpee’s brain was still scrambling to catch up as Whumper tugged them to the side - grip bruising deep into the muscle above their elbow. They let themself be dragged along, throwing frantic looks over their shoulder. Not sure what to do. What to say. How to stop this. If it was even that bad? Were they overreacting? 

No they pulled a KNIFE on you-

They’d barely decided to start struggling by the time Whumper pulled them out into the cool night air, spinning them back against the glass railing of the balcony. The edge of the glass bruised into them - just below the waist. 

Not high enough - definitely not high enough.

Whumper was on them in a second. One hand gripping the glass on either side of them. So close. So fucking close. Boxing them in. Pressing them back until Whumpee was leaning back over the darkened shimmering city.

Whumpee’s harsh, stuttering breaths echoed in their skull as they threw a look behind and under them, looking down to the endless plummet - to the ant-like cars zipping back and forth an eternity away. The world seemed to sway and pull, trying to wrench them down into it.

Whumpee sucked in air to scream, but the sound choked out at the base of their throat as Whumper leaned in - forehead pressed to theirs. Whumper’s eyes held theirs. Dark. Hungry. 

A hand wrapped around their throat, threatening to shove them over the edge.

Whumpee’s trembling hands wound tight into Whumper’s shirt.

“Go on.” The hand pushed further. “Go ahead and scream if you want. You’ll be falling before anyone can see what happened.”

Whumpee choked out a sob - the sound pressed hard against Whumper’s palm, choking them further and drawing a whimper from their lips. “I- I w- I won’t. I won’t. I won’t- won’t scr-eam-”

Whumper gave them a small smile, pulling back just a touch. The hand stayed on their throat. Whumper stayed close. The glass stayed uncracked and under them.

They made the mistake of looking down again.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

Whumpee’s eyes screwed shut as strangled breaths slid in and out of them to a stuttering cadence. 

“Wh-what do you want?”

“How long have you been in the city?”

Whumpee’s eyes blinked open. “Wai- what?”

Their throat constricted as Whumper’s grip tightened. “I don’t like repeating myself, Whumpee.”

The panic was already fully flushed through their system, buckling their knees and prompting every muscle to scream at them - begging them to run. Whumpee tried not to shrink further. Some small bit of logic in the back of their head told them that they couldn’t break the glass, but their mind was screaming that they would if they pushed back against it any harder. The edge was already working a bruise against their spine as they quivered under Whumper’s gaze. 

“I- I moved in l-last month.”

“Any family nearby?”

Whumpee’s face screwed up. “...n-o”

“Roommate?”

A tear finally leaked from the corner of their eye, dripping warmth down their cheek. “N-no-”

“Hmm….job?”

Whumpee choked back a sob, eyes pinning shut again. “Hav-haven’t found one yet-”

“Mm…so…in essence - no one would miss you if you just…..disappeared.”

Whumpee’s breath locked up in their lungs. Burning. Filling their mind with concrete and sending sour fear tingling deeper into their bones. They tried to squirm away. “N-no - please just let me-”

Whumpee froze in place, squeaking and clutching tighter as Whumper pressed them back over nothingness again.

“You’re not going anywhere. In fact, you’re not going to do a single. thing. that I don’t allow for the rest of your life. Got that?”

Whumpee twitched out a small, stuttering nod, flinching back.

“Good.”

Whumper pulled back, lacing a hand around the back of Whumpee’s neck - peeling them off the glass and guiding them back inside. 

“Let’s get your coat. We’re going home.”

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Event tag: @the-whumpers-soiree

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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

good idea: whumper tying their whumpee up and forcing them to cuddle

whumper’s arms wrapped tight and possessive around whumpee’s injured form—too strong to be fought off, or perhaps whumpee is just too weak by this point.

a softly murmured "behave” into the crook of whumpee’s neck while spooning

whumper digging their nails into fresh cuts, getting a whine and hiss in response—but they stop struggling, and whumper leans in close to their ear with a growling murmer— “mmn. good boy.”

whumpee feeling slow kisses pressed into the side of their neck that make their skin crawl

maybe whumpee gets their hands bound in front of them this time, so they can fit in closer against whumper. and its more comfortable too— “shh, let yourself enjoy this.”

whumper cuddling with their hand around whumpee’s throat, not squeezing or anything, just… resting there.

knowing that if they tried to pull away, that hand would tighten instantly and squeeze until whumpee was dizzy and writhing back against them

and size difference… their throat, so small and soft and delicate under whumper’s rough fingertips

the way whumper’s hands would fit around their waist— the way they could press in under their ribs until whumpee is choking and their chest is spasming

whumpee shivering when they feel low whispers in their ear. just… so sticky and possessive

whumpee waking up with sore aching muscles from being kept in the same uncomfortable position all night. they sleepily try and flex their muscles and move around—then they’re hit fully awake with a jolt of cold panic when they realize where they are—and that they still can’t move at all.

waking up with whumper’s arms still tightly wrapped around them and trying desperately to squirm away, before they feel whumper’s hold tighten around them and hear a sleepy possessive growl in their ear, “mnn… no. you stay.”

just… any of the ‘tied up and kept like that’ tropes melt my fucjfen brain

(today’s episode of sticky intimate whumper shit is brought to you by the dual minds of myself and @unorganisedalienrubbish)

Hear Me Out #2: Guns

Comfort (SFW)

Whumpee acting very submissive just to get close enough to grab whumper's gun and shoot them.

Or maybe whumpee throws/slides it to caretaker and there is a slowed down whumper nearly catching the gun moment.

Caretaker and whumpee's mouth twisting into a relieved smile while the colour drains out of whumper's face.

Hurt (SFW)

Whumper shoving a gun into whumpee's mouth to make them stop talking.

Whumpee threatening whumper with a gun and being very confused as to why whumper isn't afraid until whumper points out that the gun is empty. Fear and panic suddenly overtaking whumpee's face as whumper can't hold their laugh in anymore. (Bonus points if 'caretaker' got them that gun as a test from whumper)

Whumper digging the gun's muzzle into whumpee's temple, promising to shoot them if caretaker takes even a step forward.

"Let's see what works faster whumpee, you strangling me or me shooting you."

Defiant whumpee yelling at whumper until whumper sighs and just takes out a gun.

Maybe they only threaten to shoot caretaker with it.

Or maybe they just shoot caretaker without any warning, and it all happens so fast that whumpee's eyes are just... wide in shock, their mouth agape.

"I told you to shut up, didn't I?"

Caretaker standing in front of whumper, begging them not to shoot whumpee. Whumper only slaps them with the gun, making them fall to the ground. (Bonus points if there's blood leaking out their mouth but they hold whumper's pants and keep begging)

Caretaker with their hands in the air, pretending to surrender to save whumpee. Whumper only smiles, going behind them and using their gun to pull their shirt up, revealing a hidden gun.

Whumper making whumpee shoot caretaker or vice versa.

Whumper placing a gun on the table as they sit down to interrogate a non-restrained whumpee. The gun acting as a silent warning but also making whumpee realise how helpless they are.

Technically whumpee can jump forward and take the gun at any time, but should they really?

Whumper giving whumpee a gun and asking them to shoot themself.

Or whumper giving whumpee a gun and asking them to shoot whumper.

Whumpee's hands trembling because the opportunity seems too good to be true.

Maybe it is too good to be true and when whumpee does shoot, it turns out that there are no bullets. Whumper severely punishing whumpee afterward.

Alternatively, what if it isn't too good to be true and whumpee actually could kill whumper. But whumpee is too afraid to shoot.

Does whumper reveal that the gun had bullets in it? Do they taunt whumpee about it forever?

Or is it kept a secret forever? Leaving whumpee having mixed feelings afterwards.

Whumper trying to shoot whumpee but caretaker jumps in front to save them. Whumpee feeling extremely guilty afterwards.

Or maybe, caretaker trying to shoot whumper but conditioned whumpee jumps in front to save them. Caretaker feeling extremely guilty afterwards.

Hurt (NSFW)

Whumper tracing whumpee's entire naked body with the gun, making goosebumps appear on their skin.

"Do you want me to shoot here? No? What about here?"

Whumpee thinking whumper won't shoot until they actually do.

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