Whumplife

oh i love that so much. the combination of the gentle offer of protection and dignity and the way it's mistaken for an intent to further the assault... hits especially hard i think if caregiver is someone that whumpee knows. they know this person and their traumatized, blitzed-out mind still thought they're going to do the same thing, they're going to hurt me, they're going to use me just like whumper- and then the fabric touches down, still warm from caretaker's own body. and they flinch so hard, because of what they were expecting.

ouuuuuoouough yeah that hits that really REALLY hits. it hits so good.

there's the culmination of the love they've shown - love they've never asked to be paid back for, asked to be returned. they've cared for their friends and shown up for them because they wanted to, but now they're in their worst moment and they have no choice but to need help. they just can't do this on their own. they're physically hurt or emotionally devastated and the trauma is unbearable.

but their friends are their. it's their turn now. "you never judged us for a minute," whumpee is told. "do you think we're going to think less of you now? do you think that little of us?"

the reflection of their own care shown back to them. that's a moment i'm always crazy about in role reversal type stuff - just. oh. oh, is this how they felt? is this what it was like to look at me when they opened the door and i was there to help?

"Please, please, i'm sorry!" Whumpee cried, struggling to push themselves backwards fast enough to escape Whumper's hands.

Whumper merely snarled at them and snatched one of their ankles, yanking them forward once more. "You don't even know what you're sorry for," they spat. "Do you know how I know?"

Dialogue Prompt #4

cw: implied noncon, kidnapping

"I was naive to trust you. Look where it got me! I'm trapped with you."

"Of course you're naive. That's why I chose you."

"I'm not naive anymore!"

"Darling, of course you are. If you weren't naive, you wouldn't have talked back. Now go lie down on my bed."

"Fuck you! I hate you."

They could use ropes, hand cuffs, etc. but no. They use their own hands. Or feet.

They hold Whumpee down by the the neck.

They put a feet over their chest when Whumpee's on the ground.

They yank Whumpee's arm behind their back.

Big fan of just the word ‘Enough’. Mostly said by Whumpers.

In a soft voice, to his henchmen who are torturing Whumpee for him. Signalling for them to stop. For now.

To a Whumpee, also in a soft voice just barely cutting over them, when Whumpee is just a babbling mess trying to get out their begging and Whumper just holds up a hand. “Enough.” And Whumpee immediately falls silent.

This time in a loud voice as Whumper gets tired of Whumpee’s struggles and fighting and he stops toying with them, beating them down perhaps with a single punch and a roared ‘Enough!’

A Whumpee who has been subjected to torture for hours, days, weeks. And they break with a whisper: “Enough…: (I’ll tell you what you want, do what you want).

Enough.

*steps in*

“You make me so hard when you cry.”

“Spread your legs, it’ll be over faster if you obey.”

“God, you’re so fucking tight. It’s like you were made for me.”

“Did you just moan? You’re getting off to this aren’t you, you freak?”

“Get on your knees and open your mouth or I’ll find somewhere else to put it.”

“Do you want me to fuck you, or them? Your choice. If you don’t choose, then we’ll both do it.”

“Damn, you’ve gotten good at this. Hard to imagine how many times you tried to bite me the first time, huh?”