Whumpwhittler - - Whittler -

Key

Whumper handcuffs Whumpee’s wrists behind their back and puts the key on a chain around Whumpee’s neck, where they can’t reach it.

What about a whumper that has to leave whumpee alone for a long time but wants to make sure whumpee doesn’t forget them while they’re gone. Maybe they leave them tied in a vulnerable position or maybe with a special toy 🤫

Once again, how horrible:)))

CWs: pet whump, sex toys (noncon, 18+ Only, minors + irl (nonfictional) nsfw blogs DNI!), possessive whumper, creepy/intimate whumper, whumper's POV

"Y—you can't."

Whumper smiles. They don't pause as they string their favorite little pet up, tightening the ropes until they won't be able to move an inch.

Their favorite phrase, really...because then they can show just how much they can.

"I'm sorry, pet," they murmur, stroking down the poor thing's tear-stained face. "I know you'll miss me. But it's just today...and I'll be home tonight."

Whumpee whimpers, tugging at the restraints. They wriggle, uncomfortably, legs spread against their will (as usual), and Whumper watches. Loves to watch, always.

"That's...that's...h-hours, what...what if I need to—"

Whumper presses their finger over Whumpee's lips. Silences them, as they should be.

"You don't need anything until I tell you you do," they say. "Not a thing. Isn't that right?"

Hesitantly, Whumpee nods. "Y-yes...Master."

Whumper feels a thrill of pleasure through them, leaning to kiss their pet gently. "Good. Very good. And you know what...you are right. What if you do need? That little hole of yours always needs something. I shouldn't leave it empty."

"No—" Whumpee mumbles, shaking their head, but Whumper's already in motion, reaching over to the drawer beside their bed and rummaging through it before they pull out something that makes Whumpee sob.

"I just don't know how far the remote control will be able to reach it," Whumper says, frowning, and then shrugs. "I'm sure you'll tell me all about it tonight."

Whumpee cries out, but even as they try to squirm they're kept in place as Whumper preps them and then gently slides the toy inside. Tests it once, and watches Whumpee whine and shiver beautifully. Keeps it going just long enough that their pet is about to fall over the edge, and then stops it.

"I'll take care of you so well tonight," Whumper says, kissing over them, loving the way their chest heaves under their lips. The way their body craves more, even if their pretty mouth protests. "I'll see you soon."

They fasten a gag around Whumpee's mouth—"I don't want you screaming anything that isn't just for me."— and then they're gone.

Whumpee's sob turns into a cry of pleasure as Whumper clicks the remote again, off and on, higher and lower, all the way down the street until the thing beeps and loses contact.

Disappointing, but not a real problem. It's still inside them, and they still know exactly who put it there, who they belong to, and who owns them.

And they'll take care of their precious Whumpee properly tonight, like they always do.

It is clear to this anon that you like collar whump. Thus I humbly ask for it to happen to any of your characters, no preference who, I just wanna see it.

BLESS YOU ANON

I decided to use my Bad Caretaker series OCs :>

—

“Hey, Tobias, can I see you for a minute?”

Tobias stiffened at Isaac’s voice, glancing nervously up to where he’d poked his head into the room. He looked almost unconsciously towards Michael and Jacob, who were quietly discussing strategy over a game of chess. Michael made brief eye contact, a curious look in his eyes, but he turned back to the game.

“Sure,” Tobias said, trying to keep his voice from shaking. It still did, though, a little.

Tobias’ heart rattled in his chest as he followed Isaac back to the room. Isaac wasn’t looking at him, which meant he couldn’t gage whether he was angry or happy. Or excited. That was worse.

Isaac held the door open for him, hand brushing his back in a way that made Tobias flinch. When the door closed behind him, Tobias turned around to see Isaac smiling. His heart fell to the floorboards.

“You’re so cute when you’re panicking,” Isaac grinned, eyes flicking over Tobias’ trembling form.

Tobias ground his teeth. “Don’t call me that.”

Isaac stepped closer, watching the way he stiffened, eyes falling to the floor and turning distant. “How do you expect me to help myself, when you look like that, love?”

His breath hitched. “Stop.”

Isaac caught Tobias’ chin in his hand, tilting it up to see his face. “You know, I really don’t think I will.” He let go of him and stepped back. “On your knees, Toby. I have a surprise for you.”

With a shaky breath, the boy lowered himself to the floor, watching Isaac with big, scared eyes. “Isaac--”

He shushed him, turning to grab a bag from a drawer. Tobias watched it carefully, and Isaac rattled the bag with a teasing grin when he noticed. “What do you think it is, Toby?”

Tobias just shook his head in mute fear.

Isaac walked towards him again, running a hand through Tobias’ hair and forcing his head back before crouching down to be level with him. He set down the bag and placed his other hand over the boy's throat, just tight enough to make him feel claustrophobic.

“Your pulse is racing.” His lips curved into a devilish smile. “Take some deep breaths for me, Toby. I wouldn’t want you having a panic attack.” Isaac waited a moment while Tobias obeyed, then slowly, slowly squeezed his hand tighter.

Tobias jerked against him, but Isaac used the hand in his hair to press him back against the wall, climbing over his legs to straddle him when he tried to buck him off. Tobias’ mouth hung open in a desperate need for air, and it just made Isaac cinch his hand tighter at the sight.

“Relax. I’m not going to let you pass out,” Isaac murmured, holding his hands there for a slow count of three more seconds before finally releasing him.

Tobias choked on air, coughing and slumping forward into Isaac's chest as he tried to take in enough air to make the world stop spinning. Isaac wrapped his arms around his shaking shoulders, weaving fingers loosely through his hair. Tobias struggled weakly, trying to push away.

Isaac relented, pressing him against the wall while he reached for the bag. “You’ll have to wear a turtleneck for a few days. That’s going to bruise.”

Tobias’ throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“Do you want your surprise now, Toby?” Isaac grinned, not waiting for a response as he pulled out a leather collar with a neat buckle in the front.

Tobias jerked away in horror. “No.”

Isaac just leaned closer, emphasizing how trapped Tobias truly was. “You know I don’t like that answer, Toby. Now be good and let me put this on you.”

Tobias stared at him with glassy eyes before lowering his hands to his lap, clenched into fists. Isaac muttered “good boy” and slid it around his neck, buckling it tightly in the front so it was flush with his skin, restricting every breath ever so slightly.

“I knew you’d look good like this.” Isaac took the boy’s face in his hands and turned it gently from side to side, admiring the placement of the collar. “You’re perfect, little Toby.”

His lip trembled. “I don’t want to be,” he breathed, just barely loud enough to hear.

Isaac laughed, cinching a finger underneath the collar and watching as he struggled to breathe. “I think we both know that what you want doesn’t matter anymore.”

Climbing off of him, Isaac retrieved a leash from the bag and waggled it menacingly, drinking it Tobias’ reaction. The poor boy was pressed as close to the wall as he could make himself, shoulders heaving as he tried to breathe through the panic. His eyes were wide and glassy, horrified.

“Isaac, don’t—”

Isaac took a step towards him, feeling a thrill of pleasure when that was enough to make Tobias fall silent, helpless tears gathering in his eyes. Isaac clipped the leash onto the collar’s ring. He tugged against it, pulling the leather taut and forcing Tobias to fall to his hand and knees.

“Look at you, Toby. A perfect little pet for me.” Isaac held the leash tightly so Tobias had no chance to pull away.

“I’m not,” he said through gritted teeth, but Isaac ignored him, kneeling down to grab his jaw.

“Do you know how much I wish I could just keep you like this? If I had it my way, I’d never let you out. You’d be chained and collared at my side, crying those pretty tears for me forever. Wouldn’t you like that?”

Tobias sobbed into Isaac’s hand, and Isaac sighed happily. “I want you to see yourself, like this. How much you were meant for this.”

Standing up, Isaac pulled him forward, dragging him across the floor to a full-length mirror that was propped against the wall. He grabbed a handful of Tobias’ hair, wrenching his head up to face himself in the mirror. Isaac crouched next to him, pressing his face into the boy’s hair.

“See how good you look like this?” He muttered, feeling how Tobias quailed against him. The boy’s eyes were fixed on the mirror, tears rolling down his cheeks. He seemed frozen, unable to look away. “Can you really blame me for doing this? This is what you were made for, Toby.”

He sobbed, eyes falling closed as more tears soaked his face.

“Let’s see how a week of wearing that collar breaks you down,” Isaac said, running a hand over the smooth leather pulled tight around the boy’s neck. “And remember, no one else can see you like this. You’re mine.”

—

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Privilege

Cw: knives, restraints, manhandling, mouth whump, implied torture/amputation, noncon touching (non sexual)

“Open your mouth.”

Whumpee shook their head, eyes brimming with tears as they twisted against their restraints. The coarse fibers of the braided rope dug deep into their wrists, chafing the skin and rubbing it raw. Despite the terror that shook their entire body, their blood stained lips stayed firmly shut.

“Whumpee.” Whumper growled, their hand slipping into their back pocket and pulling out a small butterfly blade, perfectly polished and freshly sharpened.

Whumpee whimpered, their eyes going wide as Whumper slowly brought the knife to their lips.

“I’m giving you one last chance,” Whumper growled, digging the knife into Whumpee’s bottom lip, drawing a bead of blood. “Open. Your. Mouth.”

Whumpee shuddered, every last bit of defiance draining from their body as they parted their lips with a sob.

Whumper’s other hand flew up, gripping their face by the chin. Their thumb forced between Whumpee’s teeth, tugging their jaw open further.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut, tensing as they felt the blade slip past their lips, the flat of it resting against their tongue. A metallic taste filled their mouth, cold and threatening. They didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe. One wrong move and.. shit..

“Speaking is a privilege,” Whumper drawled out, wrenching Whumpee’s head up and angling the knife. “One that can easily be taken away, do you understand me?”

Who needs plot for whump, when sometimes it's all about the ✨aesthetics✨ of a bloodied and bruised whumpee

He didn't do anything :c

Kneel

“Your team is coming in to negotiate,” says Whumper. Whumpee’s eyes brighten, but Whumper continues, “They want to see you alive, so you’re going to kneel at my feet and you’re not going to speak. And before you refuse to agree to that” - Whumper holds up some ropes and a gag - “You can do it voluntarily or I can tie your wrists to your ankles and your neck to your knees to keep you kneeling and gag you to keep you silent.”

Oh how I love defiantly obedient whumpees. The ones who do what Whumper says but are full of spite. The ones who spit out the word “sir” at the end of each sentence, or wait until Whumper goes to strike before dropping to their knees. The ones who use sarcasm and humor in the worst moments, only succeeding in pissing Whumper off more. I love the ones who do as they’re told, but ensure that Whumper must fight them each step of the way.

Defiant Leader x Confident Villain

Is it self indulgent? Yes.

Do I post team Whump anyways? Yes.

*ignoring all my other WIPs* I hope you enjoy

*~*~*~*~*

Leader grinned as they fell with villain, hands twisted into villain’s black shirt. Villain let out a soft breath as their back hit the ground. They moved to buck Leader off but Leader was faster. Leader was always faster. Leader settled their weight against Villain’s stomach keeping them pinned.

“Always so smug,” Villain said with an effort, moving their neck slightly to get more comfortable.

“What can I say?” Leader asked, flashing their signature smirk. “You always made it easy to best you.”

A flash of metal and Leader’s hand shot out, not breaking eye contact with Villain, as they held Villain’s wrist and squeezed.

“Nice try,” said Leader as they slammed Villain’s hand to the ground. They slammed it again, and again, until Villain let the knife go. Villain’s other hand shot up and Leader caught it, pinning Villain’s hands to the ground above their head.

Villain’s lips pursed before they got that glint in their eye that always made Leader nervous. “You know, I think you just like being on top,” Villain said and smiled at the warning squeeze Leader gave Villain’s wrists. “I’m right, am I?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Villain.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Leader. I think you look good like this,” Villain raised their head off the ground, the blood on the side of their eye dripping from their previous scuffle. Leader wanted nothing more than to lean backwards away from them, but they stayed as still as they could.

“I just think you’d look perfect on your knees in front of me.”

Leader actually laughed despite themselves. “In your dreams.”

“Everynight,” said Villain without hesitation. “But I don’t know. Somethings telling me you’ll do it before the day’s out.”

Leader’s lip curled back into a snarl, “I’ll never kneel to the likes of—“

“Leader!”

Medic.

“Leader!”

“Over here!” Leader said without looking away from Villain. They were a slippery sort, and Leader could never trust them when they turned their back.

Villain smiled, getting comfy on the ground again. “I think you should turn around.”

“I think you should shut up.”

Villain just smiled, that awful glint in their eye. Leader turned their head to look over their shoulder and their grip on Villain slacked. All of their teammates were behind them, but that’s not what shocked them to their core. It was that they were all currently disarmed and had knives to their throats from what must have been Villain’s henchmen.

But villain never had henchmen. They were always a solo act.

“You had your friends,” Villain said beneath them, and Leader tightened their grip on Villain’s wrists. They turned back to face Villain, eyes shining with hatred. “I was feeling left out of the bonding experience. So I got some friends of my own.”

“Let them go,” Leader said, voice coarse and brokering no leniency. Villain just smiled up at them.

“I don’t think I will.”

Leader cursed, raising their fist in threat. Villain just cocked their head, a mimicry of Leader’s confident smirk mirrored on Villain’s lips. A hand caught Leader’s, another grabbing their arm still pining Villain to the ground, and was yanked back off of them.

For a single terrifying moment, Leader was suspended in the air from shock before their training kicked in. Leader threw their head back and found nothing but air. Eyes still on Villain as they slowly got to their feet, Villain’s eyes gleaming with a sick sort of glee.

Leader struggled furiously in the henchmen’s grip, but it was relentless. Every elbow Leader slammed backwards was met with resistance, subduing them until they quieted, feet on the ground taking in slow breaths as Villain stood. Villain stopped to pick up their knife, a pretty thing now that Leader could see it. Functional, deadly, and decorative — the exact things that Villain was made up of.

That Villain prided themselves on.

Villain stepped up to Leader, smile as deadly as the blade. “Can’t beat me on your own? You need your goons to do it for you?”

“I respect your skills too much to underestimate you,” said Villain honestly. Then their hand sliced up in a swift brutal arc and Leader suppressed a hiss as the warm blood started flowing down their face. “Now we match.”

There were shouts of protest from Leader’s team behind them. “I’m going to offer you a deal, dear Leader. In exchange for your precious little friends.”

“Go fuck yourself, Villain!” called Rogue from behind Leader, followed by a scuffle and a yell and a body hitting the ground.

Leader struggled harder against the bruising grip holding them back as Villain disappeared from sight. “Villain!” Leader called, the panic seeping into their voice. “Don’t touch them!”

Leader hooked their left leg in behind one of the henchmen’s and yanked it forward, tripping them. The henchmen was falling, grip loosened in surprise which Leader took to their advantage not wasting a second as they turned on the other one, punching them in the throat.

Leader hooked an arm around the henchmen’s neck and turned to face their group, their face going pale as they saw Villain standing in front of Rogue who was kneeling on the ground in front of them. Villain had Rogue’s dark hair in their grip and their pretty knife to Rogue’s throat, a smile on their face as they watched realisation dawn on Leader’s.

“Let him go,” Villain said and Leader obeyed. As soon as they did Villain’s henchmen turned and punched Leader before grabbing their arm again with both hands. The one on the floor stood and glared furiously at Leader, but just before he reached him Villain said: “hold on. Leave them free. Leader’s going to be a good little hero now for me, aren’t you?”

Leader swallowed thickly, eyes going to Medic and Sniper and their Second who shook their head slightly.

Telling them to fight.

To disobey.

To not give into Villain.

But they didn’t know Villain. The real Villain. Not like Leader knew them. So Leader relented, their shoulders sagging in defeat and Villain could have singed at the hopelessness on Leader’s face.

“Let them go,” Leader said, voice thick with emotion.

Villain’s smile grew into a toothy grin, “oh I intend to, Leader. Right after you get on your knees and surrender yourself to me, that’s the deal.”

“Leader don’t d—“ Rogue cried, but was cut off by the hilt of Villain’s knife slamming against their temple.

“How stupid are you, Rogue? I honestly expected you to gain some brain cells since the academy days.”

“You’re not taking Leader,” said Medic coldly. Villain pursed their lips at that. Leader had to suppress a laugh, of everyone in their group, Villain only hated one and that was Medic, because Medic always saw right through Villain’s smiles and lies.

Before the rest of them had realised what Villain was.

Villain glanced back at Leader and shrugged, going to slit Rogue’s throat and Leader lunged forward but was caught by the arms again. It wasn’t only Leader who jumped. There was a cacophony of struggle as Villain drew blood from Rogue’s neck. A small knick. Just enough to show who has the power on their side.

Their biggest strength was each other. Villain just realised it was their biggest weakness too.

Leader should have come alone. Like Villain asked, but deep down they knew that their team would never let them.

“All paying attention now? Yes?” Villain asked, humour drained from their voice. Villain was all business now. Threats bleeding into promises as the cat showed it’s claws. “Another interruption from the peanut gallery and I slit little Rogue’s throat.”

Rogue went to speak, and Villain lifted the blade under their chin and closed their mouth. “That includes you too, Roguey.”

“Okay we get it,” said Leader and Villain looked at them again with a shark like smile. The henchmen holding Leader let go and Leader stepped forward again.

“If you want the rest of them to get out of here alive,” said Villain, voice soft. “Then get on your knees.”

Leader just looked at Villain. They didn’t break their gaze, because they knew if they looked at one of their teammates they’d lose the nerve of what they needed to do.

Slowly, Leader sank to their knees. They hit the rough ground, humiliation burning their lungs, their chest, in their gut, but to their knees they went.

For their team.

A flash of silver and a pair of handcuffs landed heavy on the ground in front of leader and Second in command jerked forward before being wrestled into a forced calm.

“Put them on.”

A command like a dog. Like they knew Leader couldn’t refuse because they couldn’t. Not when Villain held Rogue like that. So tentatively Leader reached out and slapped a cuff loosely onto their wrist and was going to slap the other on but was interrupted by Villain again: “ah-ah. Behind your back, there’s a good little hero.”

Leader huffed a breath out their nose, their heart thumping beneath their chest, but they couldn’t not obey.

So Leader put their hands behind their back and slapped on the second cuff. Their eyes closed at the sound, like a judge’s gavel falling heavy on its podium.

Villain smirked, tossing Rogue aside and into the arms of one of Villain’s waiting henchmen, and advanced on Leader. Leader kept their eyes shut not wanting to look at Villain’s eyes. Not wanting to look at anyone.

Then a hand was on their chin, tilting their head up to look at Villain who stood above them. A knot tied in their throat that they tried to swallow down but couldn’t.

“Open your eyes, Leader.”

And Leader obeyed.

Trying to force every ounce of hatred into their glare. The grip tightened on their chin as Villain’s gaze turned hungry.

“Didn’t I tell you you’d look perfect on your knees,” said Villain, quiet enough so only leader could hear.

“Go fuck yourself Villain,” was the reply but there was no real bite in it.

Villain laughed. “We’ll have to work on your foul mouth, but we’ll have plenty of time for that.”

Villain’s eyes flicked up to the henchmen behind leader. “Get him up.”

Leader was yanked to their feet by the arms, a hand covering the loose cuffs on their wrist and tightening them until they bit into Leader’s skin. Leader pulled at the chain but there was barely any give on it before the chain snapped taut.

Leader looked past Villain’s shoulder to see their teammates unconscious on the ground and they lunged at Villain before being caught by the wrists and held in place.

“You said you’d let them go!” Leader barked, panic lacing their voice.

“Relax, Leader. They’re just passed out. A little failsafe so your friends don’t try and follow you. I intend to keep you out of my way for a long time, Leader,” Villain said, putting a hand on Leader’s cheek. Leader recoiled, chest heaving up and down as they were dragged away from their unconscious and vulnerable teammates.

They had failed. They had failed them all. Leader was supposed to be strong enough to protect them!

Leader continued struggling the whole way, until a henchmen handed Villain one last syringe. Leader struggled more, but the henchmen holding them kept them still and arched their neck so Villain could plunge the needle into the side of their throat.

Leader hissed, but Villain hushed them as they thumbed the liquid into Leader’s bloodstream. The effect was instant. The world swaying. Colours bleeding into blurs as they stumbled forward a step.

“Nighty, night Leader. Save your strength. You’re gonna need it for the foreseeable future.”

The weight of the day crashed down on Leader and they let themselves be whisked away by whatever drug was knocking them out. Shutting down their body.

Leader’s eyes fluttered shut. The last thing they saw was Villain grinning down at them.