Whump Is The Spice Of Life

hi my name is elias coldresolve and i cant hit the same greenish grey from memory

all genders/bodies welcome for the ychs. prices for normal comms may vary cause im an hourly wage kinda guy. wont draw child abuse but thats about it. ill tell you if your thing doesnt suit my skillset. hmu if in doubt and we can work something out :-)

commission status: OPEN

whumper can see the way that whumpee’s team reacts to the taunt. the suspicion, the hurt, the outright glares. the way that one of them mutters i knew it. it delights them. whumpee bows their head in shame and shudders and whumper just grins, broad and pleased.

“oh, i had no idea they knew. and look at those reactions… this isn’t what you hoped for, is it?” whumper’s voice coos in a soft, false sympathy. “what was it you were saying when we were having our moment together? they’ll never let you get away with this? looks like you shouldn’t have even told them.”

some of the team are starting to look suspicious in a different way - confused. whumper doesn’t really notice. all they pay attention to is whumpee, taking a step closer. they want whumpee to understand once and for all that this is their purpose, that even their own team can see what a filthy little whore they are. so they grab whumpee between the legs, hard, and squeeze.

"i don't want this. i don't- i need you to stop."

it's been escalating. whumper has been taking it slow - horribly, maddeningly slow. it would have been better if they had just done it. just ripped the bandaid off, just gone for it. but no. whumper seems to know that, they seem to know and so they're dragging it out, enjoying every minute and how it makes whumpee squirm and flinch and cry. and then it all became too much. it became too much and whumpee just- they couldn't-

"stop. you have to stop. please, stop." whumpee is starting to panic more and more, shifting and starting to lose control, pushing at whumper's hands and struggling to get away.

"oh, you don't want to do that," whumper tells them. they grab whumpee's wrists and hold them tight, squeezing so hard that it hurts. "remember what we talked about? you wouldn't want me to bring [name] into this conversation, would you?"

"They don't even know you're gone."

"Caretaker isn't looking for you."

"There's nobody left to miss you."

"This is your fault."

"They died because of your decision."

"If you had been stronger, I wouldn't have captured you so easily"

"You can't save yourself. You can't even get out of those ropes on your own!"

Like, yes, hurt Whumpee phizically and mentally to exhaustion, then comfort them and praise them.

Or comfort Whumpee and then hurt them.

Allowing them a comfort item that gets them through particularly brutal days.

Letting them live and sleep outside of their facility under the assumption that they return whenever they’re required and keep completely silent about this or else.

Having casual conversations about Whumpee’s interests to take their mind off of things.

Similarly, letting them listen to music or putting on a certain show/movie in the middle of a harsh session.

Giving them ‘rewards’ be it something nice bought for them or a trip out somewhere shockingly tasteful.

Convincing other whumpers to be nicer and more lenient to Whumpee whilst still letting the whump happen in the first place.

Whumpee always gets well cooked meals that Whumper knows they like, as well as proper medical care and a soft bed to sleep on. If they were unwell or unhealthy, Whumper’s work would be much harder and less fruitful.

Examples include: Seizures, memory loss, brain fog, migraines, stuttering or slurred speech, hand tremors, loss of sensation/pins & needles in extremities and balance issues