big reblog~

“Whumper uses me most because they love me most.”

“You’ll never be able to please Whumper like I can.”

“My master is extremely wealthy. It’s only fitting they picked me to be their pet. My collar is made of gold, my robes made of the finest satin. Oh? And what’s that you’ve got on? Plastic and polyester?”

“I’m nothing if not a loyal pet. I can’t see myself doing anything but serving them, it’s what I’m made for.”

“Don’t make more trouble for Whumper, you pest.”

“You surely won’t last long, they’ll get board of you and toss you away. Me however? I never go out of style. I’m always their favorite.”

And whumpee overall sucking up to Whumper:

“thank you, sir! Your such a generous master!”

“Please use me how ever you like.”

“The other whumpers hardly compare to your beauty and grace! Your obviously superior!”

It's okay if your reader doesn't have the same picture in their head that you have in yours.

It's okay if you didn't get the reaction to your creation that you hoped you would get.

It's okay if you didn't get a reaction at all.

No matter what the end result is, you still started something. You still made something when there wasn't anything there before. You had an idea or a feeling or something else that energized you, and you acted on it.

I'm pretty sure I've talked about this before but the current whump mood is:

Whumpee tortured in front of teammate to try to make the teammate give something up but instead their friend is enjoying watching a little too much.

They feel terrible about it, and they desperately wish for it to stop, but every whimper the whumpee makes is so cute and the way their fingers tighten in their bindings is so adorable and... oh god they shouldn't be this into their friend being hurt, what's wrong with them damn it. Has the whumpee always been this pretty, or do the tears make their eyes look even more beautiful?

They can't let the whumpee find out, whatever happens, but they're holding out a little too well and it's getting suspicious. Does the whumper call them out on it? Or does the guilt force them to admit it to the whumpee?

Picture your whumpee tied up in a cell, just waiting for their captor to come back and begin the torture. They’re expecting to be hurt, have prepared themself for pain and questions, and they tell themself that they won’t talk. But when the whumper returns, they aren’t carrying any tools. 

Before the whumpee can tell what’s happening, their captor is pressing them against the wall, resting their weight on the whumpee until they are nearly breathless. And then there is a hand tangled tightly in their hair and soft lips pressing into theirs. They struggle, desperately trying to escape the suffocating grasp, but the hand in their hair simply tightens and they can only gasp, letting their captor have their way with them. 

this was WAY harder than i thought. you made me realize there’s not that much of straight-up nsfw whump, it’s just me seeing...things lmao

but i think i found something just for you 👀

if you see ‘whump’ and ‘nsfw’ together, there’s a high chance it’s something about intimate whumpers and dubcon/noncon. if you’re lucky, you might come across s&m stuff which, in my humble opinion, is crème de la crème.

some prompts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven 

Apologies, apologies~ Oh what a way to pat the whumper’s ego. Let’s have a go shall we? >:3c Hope these will satisfy you.

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“I’m s-sorry,” the whumpee stuttered, keeping their head low as the whumper leaned in with their cigarette. They kept their hands together, fingers interlocking with one another in attempts to stop shaking.

The smell of burnt nicotine was nauseous, filling up their head with haze and confusion. Their head pounded behind their eyes.

“Sorry?” The whumper scoffed, standing up from their armchair. Their cold fingers, tugged at their captive’s leash. “Prove it.”

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Their chapped lips met with polished leather. Cold, slender fingers slid under their chin, trailing down along the edges of raw, irritated wounds. A whimper escaped the whumpee’s lips and the whumper smiles. “Oh darling,” They cooed, “you are forgiven.”

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Fire burned behind the whumpee’s eyes as their cheeks flushed with humiliation.

I’m sorry. It was a deafening echo in the shroud of darkness. But nothing was worse compared to the humiliation of having to grovel in front of the whumper’s guests, on their knees and forced beg. The forced intimacy burned their skin.

I’m sorry. It’s a dark stain upon their pride.

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“Apologise,” the whumper growled, wrapping their fingers tighter around the whumpee’s neck. “Apologise, at once.”

The whumpee gasped, failing to with time to breathe. “S- so- ack- sorry- ple- pleas-”

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The whumpee curls up in the corner, rocking back and forth, biting at their broken nails. “Sorry,” they muttered repeated, keeping their head low and their eyes fixed to the floor.

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“Please- no!” They whumpee begs, dropping to their knees. “Please- I’m- i’m sorry-” Their eyes water and their fingers dig into the fabric of the whumper’s trousers. “S- s- so- sorry-” they choke again, still clinging on to the whumper only to stop abruptly as a gentle warmth envelops them.

“Do you want to be forgiven?”

“Plea- please...”

A smile spreads across the whumper’s lips. Fingers card through the whumpee’s hair. “What will you do?”

“An- anything.”

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“You will be sorry.”

They had swore by it that night. They were serious.

The whumpee looked up; first in confusion, but soon in fear. The blunt knife clattered before them, stained red with sin. No- no it can’t be- They couldn’t have-

The whumper oftrn left their whumpees completely unrecognizable, they were all completely obedient but they all looked like filthy trash.

The whumper had targeted the whumpee because of their fame and gave them “special treatment” which often mean that their torture was worse.

M i z u c h i

"Hmm.. and whyyy would I do that?" She still grabs the invitation from your hands, flipping it front to back before using it to fan herself as she looks at you. A carnivore, and with a few skills, she had to admit the design on the card was amazing. Interesting.

Not many animals could even make her interested, and this was already so unlike her. "Err, well," she swung her hips back, balancing on one foot as she held the invitation only by two fingers, eyeing it as it's a past, "I don't knooow."

She let the pause streach, watching you fidget nervously, "You did make this look quite fancy though, and your so persistent."

"I'll go, but it better be as elegant as the invitation says it is or you better know I'll be leaving," she winked at you, turning away giggling loud enough for you to hear.

She had no doubt it'd be a grandios party, now that she'd be attending.

Most links go straight to my ao3 (headcanons and such stay here). I've added trigger warnings here so there's no need to push past what's comfortable, but I do encourage reading over the ao3 tags once linked there just to be save ! (Apparantly, I live for angst 🍞). Not all works are here, only the good-enough-for-tumblr ones.

ACCA: 13

No Kisses – Mauve/fem!Reader (tw; rape/non-con)

Kimetsu no Yaiba

His Pray – Kibutsuji Muzan/Rui (tw; rape/non-con; underage)

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun

“It’s tearing me apart.”

“Am I worth believing?“

“Can we stop and rewind?”

“And I still… I still believe it.”

“You can’t do that, can you?“

“Yeah, we’ll survive the night.”

“You know I never mean well.”

“It’s never making any sense.”

“Don’t need to show no mercy.”

“If you could just believe me…”

“We’re in a special kind of hell.”

“I got a way that we can get in.”

“No one’s ever coming for you.”

“Forget the enemies you’ve made.”

“I take and don’t know how to give.”

“When’d I become my own enemy?”

“But no one asked and nobody cares.”

“You’re not a shadow. You won’t fade.”

“Am I a monster or, worse, just a man?”

“I don’t understand what you see in me.”

“Any day, I think I’m gonna break, now…”

“Why aren’t you afraid that I’ll take a fall?“

“I’m tired of everything that I called mine.”

“Just say the word, I’ll kick it up to eleven.”

“You can hide, but you know you can’t run.”

“I know I’ll drown, yet I’m begging for more.”

“You’re on your own… such a damn shame.”

“I’m not giving up, I gotta prove them wrong.”

“They’re setting up and you’re the punchline.”

“I’m scared to chase what I’ve been dreaming.”

“My god, I’m the bait and the predator’s my mind.”

“I’ve found a way to tame my own monster inside.”

“I’m just another story… that’s not worth a reading.”

“I’ll call the shots, don’t you tell me when I’m done.”

“I want something more that I’ve never had before.”

“In this world of white noise, you’re my favorite sound.”

“My whole world was crumbling down, but I’ll still mend.”

“What doesn’t kill you’s bound to come back for another.”

“We’re made for more than all of these numbers and names.”

“I’m down, but you know I’m not out… I’ve got another round.”

“And I don’t know why, but I’m mesmerized by your broken eyes.”

“Don’t let ‘em see you bleed, don’t want your weakness showing.”

I don’t know if the little crystal thing I ended up doing was exactly what you imagined but uh

The idea popped into my head and it wouldn’t go away-

•The whumpee hadn’t noticed at first,their skin tingled a little bit they shrugged that off,only when small crystals started piercing through their skin did they start panicking.They tried to just rip them off at first,it was agonizing but they don’t know what to do, but dozens of tiny crystals keep poking out and the ones already there are getting larger-

•The crystals are like a parasite,they take the energy from their host in order to grow as large as possible and infect others after the host dies.The whumpee doesnt know this but they’re getting tired and the crystals are so painful.