Prrompt (566)

I dont want to be exposed to varying and diverse fandom opinions I love my echo chamber #myechochamber

‘Don’t move.’

Whumpee’s brows furrow as they stand in front of the wooden structure nailed to the wall. What’s whumper going to do this time?

‘Back against the wood.’

Whumpee takes a careful step backwards, hoping, if they press hard enough against it, they’ll just disappear.

‘Each time you flinch it’s another lash.’ And with that, whumper drew their knife from their pocket, and threw it.

Whumpee breaking things in whumper's house as an act of defiance.

Whumper watching and waiting patiently for it to end, drink in their hand, smiling as they think of how much fun will punishment be.

Whump Prompt #1306

Anon asked:

Do you have any collars and dehumanization prompts?

I have a couple:

“Hello, pet.”

The whumper removes any instance of the whumpees names/nicknames. They are just ‘pet’ (or whatever else the owner wants to call them.) They’re not even called ‘blue eyes’ or ‘blondie’ etc.

The collar is one of those barbed ones, or a loop leash that tightens if the whumpee strays too far.

Maybe they’re kept at the whumpers side - forever forced to crawl by them/sit on their haunches.

It takes a long time for them to learn the behaviour… and it'll take even longer for them to unlearn it when they’re rescued.

The whumpee could eventually turn feral - taking on characteristics of a pet.

Maybe the whumper has a ‘pack’ of pets - I can imagine the new addition being unwelcome/being forced to fight for their food.

They’re fed in a bowl on the floor.

If they’re good they’re given treats (small biscuits, scraps of meat etc)

Over time, they feel anxious if they don’t have a collar around their neck. At first it’s claustrophobic, but then they feel too exposed without it.

“The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.” — Vladimir Nabokov

I love a well informed whumper. I love watching that scene where we get to see the whumper's analysis of the good team and how they decide which members pose the biggest threats. I love seeing the whumper doing their homework, building a file on each of them, picking them and their skill sets and weaknesses apart to know who to target

tw: drugging

a defiant whumpee trying to claw at whumper’s arms in protest as their body reacts to the sedative that was just injected into them. they can only muster aggravated, painful groans and whimpers as whumper cards a hand through their hair.

“shh, my love… don’t fight it,” they whisper, guiding their captive to lay back down.

Restraints in whump

Strapped to a metal table, staring into the luminescent lights on the ceiling.

Handcuffed to a hospital bed to prevent an escape attempt.

A leather muzzle strapped to the face on account of the subject’s “aggression”.

Ropes binding wrists and ankles to a chair, carving into skin.

A metal collar connected to a chain which can be used to pull the captive around.

Strong arms wrapped around someone until they stop fighting.

Chains around ankles or wrists, being pulled along by captors as they march a prisoner through the streets.

Confined to a straight jacket in a padded cell after lashing out against staff members.

A single chain connected from the ankle to a wall, limiting movement and serving as a constant reminder that there’s no escape.

not when I was reading this mlm enemies to lovers fic where these two idiots are finally about to have sex after 99k words of them trying to kill each other and making each other bleed and yearning for each other and fighting off sexual tension oh my god????