Whumpwhittler - - Whittler -

"Shh, now. Don't fight it. Just let it happen," A whispers gently, xyr fingers tenderly caressing Bs hair as B whimpers through their gag, squirming against what restrains them, to no avail. Slowly their fight leaves them, replaced only with silent tears. "There, see? Isn't that so much easier?"

A few ways to say “I can’t”:

Angry and frustrated “I can’t!”: shouted at someone making another unreasonable request.

Or with regret: they couldn’t help even if they wanted to.

“I can’t, I-” between rapid breaths they can’t control, shaking, unable to calm down.

“I can’t”: Tired and worn out - they have nothing left to give.

Alternatively, spoken like a quiet surrender, finally admitting defeat.

Desperate and pleading; they honestly can’t and fear the consequences.

“I can’t” Choked up and breaking down because everything is too much.

I’m going to print this one out and frame it.

"start with..."

picture this: the entire team is captured, outnumbered and outmuscled, there are three people holding the strongest member down. the leader is forced onto their knees in front of the enemy leader, who ponders who to break first.

"... the youngest."

youngest's face blanches white as they meet eyes with whumper

leader and the eldest team members, who considered themselves somewhat of youngest's parental figures, lunge forward against their restraints, hurling curses and threats at whumper as they approach youngest like a predator cornering a small animal

"you leave them alone!"

"... the girl."

over the rest of the team's outrage, leader turns out to be the most protective, cursing profusely without regard for the consequences

their previous image of being "the composed one" flying out the window with every word they spit in their blind fury

"touch her, and i will be the last thing you ever see."

"... the leader."

more meaningful if leader and whumper are acquainted with each other

their most protective teammates try to protest, offering themselves up for torture instead, but leader orders them to stand down with gritted teeth or a sad smile

"what a good role model you are, [title]. wanna show your team how it's done? you should lead by example, after all." — whumper, probably

bonus: whumper forcing youngest to torture leader

works especially well if youngest is usually the rowdy one/most troublesome according to leader

a weapon is placed in youngest's grip, heavy in their hands, guided to point at leader's chest

whumper closes their hands over youngest's, tightening their hold on the weapon as the youngest sobs, terrified out of their mind as whumper hushes them in mock soothing

“sh, sh, sh, don’t cry now… your [title]’s gonna have to pay for every teardrop, you know.”

leader reassures youngest with the softest voice they can muster:

"hey. hey, look at me. it's okay. you're gonna be okay. do as whumper says."

Whump: Pinning

Y’all… pinning is my jam.

Why are they being pinned? Is it so they can be handcuffed? So their caretaker can tend to the bleeding without getting kicked in the face? So they won’t pop their stitches for the second time? So the caretaker or whumper can get a clear shot with that scary syringe? So many possibilities, it’s practically endless…

The bolt of panic that races up their spine when they realize they can’t free themselves. The hopeless thrashing that ends up tiring them out way too fast. The heart-stopping fear when a solid weight settles on top of them, immovable as a mountain. When they have to sit there and take whatever is being dealt to them because they can’t move.

Whump Concept: Magnetic Cuffs

Cuffs embedded into the Whumpee’s wrists and ankles, made with impossibly powerful electromagnetic conductors. 

- Cuffs can be attached to each other, in any formation, at any time. 

- Whumper/whumpers have remotes that control when the cuffs turn on and off. 

- The space the Whumpee is kept in is made entirely of metal. Metal walls, metal floor, any furniture has a metal frame. Click of a button and the Whumpee is violently pulled to the ground, against a wall, stuck to the frame of the bed. Totally immobile until the Whumper comes for them. 

- Maybe one arm goes to the wall while the other is closer to the floor. Whumpee is stuck in that awkward/stress position.

- Whumper frustrated with Whumpee in public, leaves them attached to a light pole until they come back. 

It’s been months, years even, since Whumpee escaped with Caretaker. The cuffs were impossible to get off, surgically wrapped around the bone. It had been so long, they were safe here, they didn’t even notice them anymore. Didn’t notice the slight buzz. Didn’t notice the hum in the back of their head. Didn’t notice until they passed too close the Caretaker’s metal bed frame, hands yanked backwards by a force they couldn’t hope to fight. They struggle and cry and scream, because Whumper is coming for them and they’re trapped by the magnets. 

Hostage Situation

(tw: gun, death threat, brief gore mention, restraint, forced to hurt (restrain others), hostage whump)

“You.” Whumper gestures toward Whumpee with the barrel of their gun.

Whumpee glances over their shoulder at the other hostages.

“Yes you, idiot. Stand up.”

Whumpee keeps their hands raised as they take a shaky step forward.

Whumper tosses a package of zip ties at them. Whumpee catches it clumsily, almost dropping it with shaking fingers.

“Tie them all up.”

Whumpee’s eyes meet Caretakers. They give Whumpee an encouraging nod. Whumpee glances down at the plastic. They know Caretaker’s training is their best chance of getting out of here. Can they really doom everyone in here by restraining them?

Whumper cuts off their thoughts. “Make em tight - fuck it up and I’m blowing your brains across the wall.”

Whumpee flinches back, but takes one out of the package.

Whumpee tries to be sneaky. They loop the zip tie over Caretaker’s thumb before tightening it down over the visible wrist.

A gun clicks against the back of Whumpee’s head.

Whumper voice is soft in their ear. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Whumpee trembles “J-j-just what y-ou sai-”

“Fix it.”

Whumpee trembles, reluctantly pulling out another zip tie, puting it around Caretaker’s wrists. They cinch it tight with sweating fingers.

“Tighter”

“But it’s-”

“Tighter”

Whumpee flinches back, but snugs the zip tie tighter yet.

“More.”

Whumpee turns to them. “I can’t any more - it’s-”

“For fucks sake.” Whumper reaches around them, jerking the tail up and down until Caretaker hisses at the pain. It’s digging deep into the skin now.

Whumpee whispers harshly against their ear. “If you can’t learn to follow orders real fast, I’m not going to have a use for you.” The barrel grinds against their skull, bowing their head forward. “And guess what happens when I don’t have a use for you?”

Whumpee shivers, swallowing thickly. “I-I’ll be good. I can - I. I won’t do it again.”

“Good.” The barrel eases slightly. “Now keep going.”

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(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @jadeocean46910 @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @lav-whumps @wormwriting @meowsikbox @villainsvictim @throwawaywhumper @wild-selenite-caffine @whumpasaurus101 @thecitythatdoesntsleep )

Whump Art 9

Whumpee is safe, but terrified of his rescuers, or maybe he's still with Whumper, who is trying to be a better person, but Whumpee can't forget all the things Whumper did to him so easily.

Always happy to draw an angry beat up Whumpee 👌

My Personal Favourite Whump Series :>

Hi! These are just some of my favourite works that I’ve found while lurking. I love these works so much, the whump community has so many talented writers, I just want to shower you guys with compliments ❤️❤️❤️

Honor Bound - by @whump-tr0pes (NSFW)

^ This altered my brain chemistry

Behaviour Modifcation - by @whumpcereal (NSFW)

Brother’s Keeper - by @darkthingshappen (NSFW)

The Kennel - by @whumpcereal (NSFW)

Written in Blood - by @as-a-matter-of-whump

The Crow and the Dove (Kai and Kyriel) - by @there-will-always-be-blood (NSFW)

Okay but whump scenario where the whumper is forcing the whumpee to scream in order to draw out their friends.

The whumpee tied up, refusing to scream because it would spell doom for their allies. Whumper grins and says, "Oh, I'll make you scream for sure..." before they began to torture the whumpee. Beating them, slashing them up with a knife, whipping them, you name it. The whumper wants them to scream loud and clear to lure their team to the whumper.

Whumpee screaming from the pain involuntarily, tears streaming down their cheeks from both the torture and the guilt that their screams would inevitably draw out their team to their deaths.