Whump Inspiration

Favorite whump stuff rn

Content: manhandling, noncon, noncon stripping, torture, beating whump, sadistic whumper, whip/cane/branding iron, multiple whumpers, living weapon

Captive manhandled into position for noncon. Forcing pants down/shirt up violently

Whumpee going silent when they see what whumper is going to do to them/the whip/cane/branding iron/sex toys

Manhandling in general. Slammed into objects, twisted around, sat on, pinned to the floor by an elbow

Thrown into the wall and falling limp to the floor, trying to get up and failing, slumping over their trembling arms, leg half up under them

Whumper slowly walking toward weakened whumpee with a smile on their face

Whumper looking focused and slightly amused as they physically manipulate whumpee. Soft grunts of effort as they quickly pin whumpee down

Whumpee not bound in any way, writhing and struggling as multiple whumpers restrain and beat them

Losing a fight. Badly. And whumper doesn't stop there. They keep kicking, punching, dragging whumpee forward by the hair only to stomp them down again

Leaving weapons and loyal knights getting down on one knee.

Remorseful willing whumpees dropping on their knees to take the punishment.

Self-sacrificial stoic whumpees kneeling as a gesture of ultimate surrender.

Defiant whumpees being forced to kneel, while groaning angrily and looking at the main Whumper with their eyes of fire.

Caretakers dropping on their knees to attend their whumpees.

Whipped whumpee can't stand anymore, they're on their knees, hanging by their bound wrists.

Whumpees chained to the wall by the wrists, and chains are so short, they sleep kneeling.

Wounded and exhausted whumpees who must keep moving, but their legs give up. Extra sweet if they lean on one hand and drop their head, breathing heavily before getting up again.

metaltango week day 1 - shibari

Plus the physical threats during the rape just to make SURE Whumpee brushes. Whumpee in a headlock, occasionally choking them if they wiggle too much. Punching the pillow next to Whumpee's face if they try to push away. Simply placing a heavy palm on Whumpee's stomach to let them know the size (and therefore strength) difference.

oh that's so fun. the just... blatant and extreme difference in size and strength.

'angry rapist' is a subgenre of whumper that i really enjoy, which is a sentence that sounds insane but. this is an iteration of it with a lot of potential. the sheer power whumper has in their body making their anger utterly terrifying. and the way they wield that power as an explicit threat. you know what i can do to you. behave. let me take what i want or this just gets worse for you.

Then they're captured/sold/etc. to an organization that's practical and (relatively speaking) reasonable. This group only inflicts punishments for defiance or avoidable failure. They properly use the overload principle, pushing the weapon to improve in increments that don't injure it, so recovery doesn't slow down progress. They're largely detached towards the weapon instead of angry or contemptuous. Discipline is rarely something that impedes its functioning for long, and when it is, the handlers adjust their expectations accordingly. There are rules for how handlers can treat the weapon to make sure it's used correctly.

Suddenly there's a win condition: if the weapon does as its supposed to, it can avoid the better part of potential pain and suffering. And the weapon is so glad and does its best and wouldn't trade this for anything. Of course, it's still a weapon and not a person, so it doesn't need any sort of comfort/enrichment/other "luxuries." But this group, unlike the first, sees no merit in treatment that will damage a working tool.

1. “You have no idea what your pain does to me. It’s like a damn drug.”

2. “Why? Why would I stop when you make this so fun?”

3. “Oh, I’m not in this for money. I want you.”

4. “You don’t get a blanket until you prove you deserve it. And you’ve been a real brat lately.”

5. “Let you go? Are you fucking stupid? After all the trouble I went through? Hell no.”

6. “You know what? Fine. I’ll bet Caretaker can take orders better than you.”

7. “I know you’re bleeding. I did that. I meant to.”

8. “That’s right, cry all you need to. I’m the only one you have. You can cry on me all you want.”

9. “Apologize. Right fucking now. Or maybe I’ll teach you respect the way I actually want to.”

1. “You have no idea how much your pain turns me on. It’s like a damn drug.”

2. “Why? Why would I stop when you make me feel so good?”

3. “Oh, I’m not in this for the money. I want your body.”

4. “You don’t get a blanket until you do something to earn it. Maybe if you’d get on your knees, I’ll start thinking about it.”

5. “Pull it out? Are you fucking stupid? After all the trouble I went through to get you beneath me like this? Hell no.”

6. “You know what? Fine. I’ll bet Caretaker is a better fuck than you.”

7. “I know you’re bleeding. I did that. I meant to. You thought I wanted to make you feel good? No. That was a punishment.”

8. “That’s right, scream my name. I’m the only one that would ever touch you like this. You can scream all you want.”

9. “Apologize. Right fucking now. Or maybe I’ll fuck the respect into you myself.”

Wednesday 2x02

Hurt no comfort edition

(Mentions captivity whump, pet/slave whump, creepy/intimate whumper, drugging)

In the snow where they collapsed trying to escape, a trail of blood showing where they ran from.

Being slapped awake after losing consciousness for a second, from pain or exhaustion or injury.

Feverish or drug-hazed in whumper’s lap, a hand running slowly through their hair.

The moment a chain is fastened around their wrists, or as a collar clicks shut around their neck.

Water thrown on them or getting pinched or kicked as they slept.

As they’re yanked from their bed by the ankle.

In a cage to the sound of an auctioneer’s hammer, dozens of strangers peering at them and haggling over price.

Being kept awake by pain, unable to fall back to sleep, only able to curl up and whimper.

Startled awake by the sound of lightning, dogs barking, or whumper’s voice.

With a hand trailing along their body as whumper stalks around the table they lie on.

Waking soaked in sweat, heart pounding from a dream they’ve already forgotten.

Somewhere they didn’t fall asleep. Having the realisation that they were moved while they were unconscious and they didn’t even wake up. What else could whumper do to them before they would wake up?

Feverish, delirious, and hallucinating people who aren’t really there.

‼️ Nsfwhump / non-con edition ‼️

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As their pants are torn down or their clothes are pulled open.

Alone, but restrained in a compromising position, having to wait and hold their breath for hours for what they hope isn’t the inevitable.

Noticing the weight over and around them first, then processing the hands groping them or the knee between their thighs.

Waking up right as something pushes inside them.

Coming to from a very vivid dream only for sleepy pleasure to turn to panic as they realise it isn’t happening in a dream.

Slipping in and out of consciousness as it’s happening, confused and frightened, their memory of it patchy and blurred.

Or only waking up afterwards, piecing together what happened in horror when they see/feel the evidence on their skin.

Still drunk or drugged, stumbling home confused, scared, and sore, feeling the sting of hickeys and bite marks.

In a sleeping whumper’s arms the next morning.

Alternatively, as whumper goes for a round two the next morning.

an agency that specifies in 'rescuing' whumpees just to put them up for sale. or maybe they specialize in finding whumpees who escaped and auctioning them so their whumper can hopefully try and buy them again...

“I know, majesty,” the Knight whispers. The setup is simple, but effective; two adjacent cellars, separated by a simple pathway of stone. It’s cruel, to be this close, and unable to touch…

The Knight has never been touchy-feely, if he is honest. Even as he walked alongside his Prince, he was always sure to keep a respectful distance— two paces back, one to the left. He is sorely regretting his chivalry now.

For the nth time, he extends a gauntleted hand through the bars of his cell. He cannot… quite… reach, but the Prince extends his hand too, as much as it pains him to do so, and they are able to grasp each other in the middle.

“I will get us out of here. Do you understand me?” The Knight says, voice humming with grit. He may not be good at comfort, but he still has his armor. That must mean something.

The Prince sighs a horrible little note of pain. It’s easier, when he’s straining himself like this, to see his wounds— lashes in the stomach, in the sides, in the back. They aren’t particularly severe or deep, but they burn a painful red. The Knight would give anything to switch places with him.

Which is what their captors want. Gods, what a simple, perfect trick. The Knight will have to tell the executioner about this when they get back.

He is snapped out of his own thoughts by the sound of the Prince shuddering in pain. The smallest gust of wind must irritate the hot wounds. “Knight,” he whispers, and the Knight’s heart jumps, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” The Knight hisses, almost angry at the apology. “You have done nothing. Less than nothing, you have endured a pain I should’ve protected you from. I am the one who should be apologizing.”

The Prince chuckles. “So… selfless. All the time. I simply regret…” He pauses, takes a low breath. The Knight waits for him to speak more, but the Prince’s head has slumped forward against the bars, unconscious.

“Prince,” he whispers, squeezing his majesty’s hand. “Prince, my dear, are you alright? Please, you have to wake up. What did they— Gods, please, please, Prince—“