Tw Lashing Out, Anger As A Trauma Response, Past Trauma

It's nice when a whumpee is fighting against being restrained, and upon failing to escape just lets out this guttural scream as they writhe in their binds. Maybe they start sobbing in the middle of it, or maybe the scream slowly dies down when someone sedates the whumpee

the weary feverish whumpee aesthetic™

I love it when a whumpee is so weak that they:

are bedridden, much to their discomfort. They long to leave the bed, but cannot because they are too weak, and their legs shake at the thought of taking even a single step.

can't keep their eyes open. Their eyelids flutter but due to tiredness and too much light, they always close again. However, the whumpee has learned to rely on other senses, and is able to recognize the caretaker's voice or touch among a thousand others.

have to always lie down. They try to sit up, perhaps to eat something, but after a few minutes their head starts spinning and their body starts screaming because of the effort. Much to their chagrin, they have to force themselves back down or else they will likely pass out.

are not hungry. Their body can't handle even plain broth, making them queasy and dizzy. So they continue to refuse food, their only source of livelihood, and this obviously worsens their condition.

are too sensitive to touch. Their skin that seems to boil with fever, the bedsheets that rub down their limbs like sandpaper, the hair that sticks to their sweaty forehead, even the simple touch of the caretaker, a touch that is supposed to comfort them. They start to hate all these little things.

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୨୧ deranged

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You're pathetic, and making a mess on my leg. Isn't it humiliating? I know we don't let you touch yourself anymore, but still. The pathetic little slut needs to get off that badly? Put on a show and I'll think about it.

Scared of the Dark?

(TW: sensory deprivation, panic attack, phobia, whip, handcuffs, blindfolded)

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“Why didn’t you tell me you were afraid of the dark? Sweetheart, that’s something I can help with.”

Whumpee’s world swam into darkness as the mask pressed against their eyelids. This wasn’t like the normal blindfolds; this one was fitted and soft. Not a trickle of light could wriggle in from the bottom. No grey, no pink, only pure, suffocating blackness.

Panic immediately clenched in Whumpee’s chest. Darkness was bad enough in their old, safe bedroom, but in this psychos basement? Worse. Somehow - impossibly- worse.

Whumper somewhere in the room with them. Oh fuck. Oh fuck where did they go?

The ground immediately felt unsteady under their feet. Whumpee flexed their fingers open and shut rhythmically, trying to keep their breathing steady. The cuffs bit into their wrists as they did. Their ears strained, trying to find Whumper in the deep blackness. They felt like they were floating. Falling. Screaming. They jerked against the cuffs without thinking. Where are they?? Where are they?!

“Please. Please take it off. Please, I’ll be so good.” Their voice shook more than they expected - some of the squeaking words caught between a whisper and nothingness.

A jolt of panic snapped through Whumpee’s spine as fingertips brushed their cheek - no. Knuckles. Gently. They twitched their face away from the touch without thinking. In front of them. Whumper was in front of them.

Whumper laughed softly, and their breath tickled Whumpee’s left ear. Shit. Fuck. Next to them. Whumpee was next to them.

“So good for me? What are you going to do to be good for me? To persuade me?” Whumper stepped closer, their front pressing against Whumpee’s back. FUCK. Behind them. Whumper was behind them. Final answer. Standing behind, speaking in their ear, reaching around to touch their face. Whumpee was completely surrounded. Surrounded by them. By touch. By darkness. Cold, suffocating darkness. Whumpee barely choked back a sob.

Without their sight, they felt unsteady. Like the ground was at an angle. Like they could fall any minute and would have no idea where they’d land. Maybe they wouldn’t land. Maybe they would fall down down down into the sucking inky void, screaming on and on forever as the darkness ate the sound from their throat.

“Well this is certainly having an effect on you,” Whumper gloated. “You can’t even focus enough to answer one little question.” Whumper’s hand dropped from their cheek and trailed down their waist. Whumpee’s skin twitched under the touch, trying to crawl away.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut as tightly as they could manage. Maybe if it’s their choice that they can’t see, the darkness couldn’t devour them.

It did anyway.

“Qu-question?” Whumpee stammered, trying to focus.

Whumper’s fingertips changed direction, skimming small looping patterns over their side and thigh. Completely unpredictable, changing directions sporadically. “Yes, sweet. My question. What would you do to persuade me to take it off?”

Whumpee could feel the strings of the mask burning around their skull. Off. They needed it off. “Anything. Anything, please. Please just take it off.”

“Well thats’s not very persuasive,” Whumper chuckled, using their other hand to make the same velvety soft patterns up Whumpee’s arm. “I’m having a pretty good time right now, so you would have to think of something I want to do even more.”

Off. Off. They were going to take it off. Think of something.

“Darling, I’m not going to wait all night. Make me an offer.”

Whumpee’s heart was pounding in their ears. Think of something. Anything. Something bad. Darkness? No. Not that bad thing. Another bad thing. Something they would like.

Whumpee’s head spun and fell apart into a hundred scattered pieces. The only thing they could think of was the sucking blackness pulling at their skin.

“Better hurry, I’m starting to get bored.” Whumper’s fingers trailed over tender, tingling scars. Whumpee twitched away without thinking, but Whumper only laughed softly. Good. They were usually mad when Whumpee flinched too much. Then they got the whip-

That’s a thing.

“The whip.”

Whumper laughed loudly, making Whumper flinch more. “Ah, so you can talk after all. You really want the whip?”

“Please. Please take it off now. I-I can’t do anymore.”

“No no, darling. I need you to beg me.” Whumper’s hands left Whumpee’s body. That was somehow worse. Whumpee could tell that they were moving but couldn’t tell where. Everything was lost to the void.

Focus. Beg.

“Please. Please. Please take it off.”

Whumper laughed again. Shit. They were in front of them now. The void got smaller. Suffocating them. Squeezing their flesh while trying to rip them apart.

“No no, don’t beg me to take it off. Beg me to whip you. Beg me to make you scream. Tell me how badly you want to bleed for me.”

Pain was coming. So much pain. It sounded like a blessed release - anything but the darkness. They drew in a shaking breath. “Please. The whip. Please whip me.”

“Aww, I think you can be a little more convincing than that.”

Whumpee started to shake so badly they were afraid their knees would give out. The ground still seemed uneaven and sloped under their feet. Just say the words. Say it and it will be done.

“I want you to make me bleed. Please, I want you to whip me. I want to scream for you. I’ll be so good. So, so good. Please take it off and let me be good for you. Let me scream for you.”

Whumpee jerked away as soft fingers cupped their face, but Whumper’s grip help firm. “Now that’s better. So much better. You really are being good for me. You really want me to whip you?”

“Yes. Yes, please whip me.”

“You want to scream for me?”

“I’ll scream so loud. Please. Please.”

“Well how can I say no when my darling is being so sweet? Alright. I’ll whip you.”

Relief flooded Whumpee. Maybe some panic too, but any more panic in their blood was negligible.

“Now thank me for being so gracious.”

Whumpee bit their lip. Just say it and it will be over. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. What a good pet I have.”

Whumpee trembled as Whumper’s hands pulled away from their face. They waited for the mask to slide up and off of them, but it stayed untouched.

“I’m going to take those cuffs off you now,” Whumper said, moving back behind them.

“But you said you’d-”

“Patience, sweet. I thought you said you were going to be good for me? Or would you rather I leave it on all night?”

Whumpee’s mouth snapped shut. Hot tears were starting to fill the mask. They tried to seep back into the creases of their eyelids as the mask pressed close.

“Don’t touch the mask.”

Whumper fiddled with the cuffs for a moment before it clicked off of one hand, then the other.

The Whumpee itched to pull the mask off, but settled for rubbing their aching wrists instead. They were warm and wet - Whumpee hadn’t realized their wrists had started bleeding again. They must have been pulling harder than they thought. The feel of their blood between their fingers made Whumpee dizzy all over again.

They tried to take a step to regain their balance, but that made it worse. Their hands instinctively snapped up to their face to pull off the blindfold.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Whumper growled, clamping onto Whumpee’s wrists and yanking their arms back down.

“I’m sorry! I slipp-”

“Shut up,” Whumper snapped. “If you so much as touch that mask, I will duct tape it to your face and leave you like that until the weekend.”

Their voice dropped. Low. Dangerous. “And if you take it off?” Whumper’s breath brushed across Whumpee’s face and they whispered, “I will cut out your eyes and you will live in this darkness until the day you die. Got it?”

Whumpee’s chest closed in again. They choked for air, processing the threat.

A sharp pain spread across their cheek as their head snapped to the side. “I said. Got it?”

“Yes. I got it,” came the parroted response. Air flooded their lungs again. Too fast. Too slow. Not enough. Whumpee focused on opening and closing their hands again. They couldn’t start hyperventilating. They would pass out. They didn’t want to black out into a deeper darkness. Focus.

“Good. Now get on your knees. I’m going to whip you just like you asked. And you had better be good for me.”

“But,” The mask burned into their face. Off. They needed it off. “You promised. Please. Please take it off.”

Whumper chucked from the other side of the room. Whumpee could hear them pulling the whip off of its place on the wall.

“You begged me to whip you, so I’ll whip you. You never specified that I needed to take the mask off first. Now get on your knees.”

Whunpee’s hands twitched. They clenched them together to keep from touching the mask. It was hard. Very hard.

“Please just-“

The whip cracked across their chest. Whumpee screamed, stumbling back.

“I said ‘knees’. Now.”

Whumpee hesitated.

“Don’t make tell you again.”

Whumpee’s knees buckled involuntarily, and they sunk to the floor. They couldn’t hold back their sobs anymore. Their breaths came shallow and fast, a sporadic and painful rhythm as they choked on the all-consuming blackness.

Whumpee couldn’t even brace for the pain as their chest tightened more and more. Their hands went numb as the darkness flooded through them. The cold sucking sensation overwhelmed them. The world turned upside down as the blackness pulled them deeper into the void.

Whumpee flinched hard as Whumper’s fingers gently brushed through their hair, but they didn’t pull away.

“Oh darling, you’re such a mess.”

Whumpee continued their choking sobs in response. They were shaking so hard they were afraid they’d topple over and fall into eternity.

“You have been so good for me. You didn’t even touch the mask. I’m so proud of you.”

The mask burned. It pulled in on their face like a python, squeezing tighter and tighter as they gaped for air. The darkness sucked away their warmth, leaving them shaking and numb, fighting for life on the concrete.

“So good indeed. I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?”

Searing white light flooded Whumpee’s vision as Whumper slipped the mask up and off. They gasped at the crisp air, eyes darting around the room painfully. Whumpee’s hands flew to their face, and they scrubbed the tears away from their eyes, blinking up at the light. Feeling returned to their fingers, a burning, blessed warmth.

Whumper knelt in front of them, tossing the whip far to the side, out of reach.

“But…” Whumpee stammered, “but, but I thought you-”

“Oh hush, darling. Don’t work yourself back up into a panic.” Their fingers snuck out to caress Whumpee’s cheek, and Whumpee gladly leaned into the soft warmth. “You were very, very good for me. You’ve done enough for today.”

Whumpee blinked at them. “No…no whip?”

“Not tonight.”

Whumpee reached up to hold the hand on their cheek as they processed the words. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Whumper. Thank you!”

Whumper smiled at them, warmly but amused. “You’re very welcome.”

Whumper stood up smoothly and retrieved the whip, putting it back in its place on the wall.

“Bring me the mask and cuffs, will you?”

“Of course, Whumper.”

Whumpee located both on the floor behind them. They scooped them up and stood - legs all pins and needles - and quickly brought them to Whumper who took them and tucked them away in their places as well.

“There. Everything where it should be.” Whumper glanced at the clock. “Except you. You should be in bed at this hour.” Whumper turned and gently wiped away the rest of Whumpee’s tears. They hadn’t quite calmed down yet, but they could breathe. That was good enough.

“Let’s get you to bed. And take this with you.” They handed Whumpee a small box.

It was a nightlight. Brand new.

Whumpee looked up at them, eyes wide.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. I told you I could help. I take care of my things. Now, get to bed,” Whumper said, tousling Whumpee’s hair playfully. “I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

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Continued here.

Whump Prompts: Whumpers “Caretaking”

Oh I’m SUCH a sucker for Whumper administering comfort or healing. Whumpee needs it so badly even when every fibre of their being is screaming for them to run. It’s not like they can, anyway…

(If you use these as pompts please tag me cuz I wanna see! 🥰)

Whumper holding a curled-up whumpee to their chest, rubbing smooth, warm circles against their back.

“Shhh….It’s alright. You did so good. Rest now.”

Whumper tenderly cleaning and wrapping wounds. Pausing when Whumpee winces away.

Alternately, Whumpee knows they need to be bandaged, so they hold still, but Whumper is having a grand time watching Whumpee wince and jerk away. They dig their fingers into the wounds to see it again.

“Stop crying. You’re done for today. I said stop crying.”

Carrying a dazed Whumpee to bed when they can’t stand on their own.

“You look so tired, darling. You can rest now. Go ahead and sleep. I’ll hold you and keep you safe.”

Whumper pressing gentle kisses along the ring of bruises circling Whumpee’s throat. Maybe biting gently when Whumpee tried to squirm away.

Whumper tipping a glass of water up to Whumpee’s lips. “You lost a lot of blood. You need to stay hydrated.”

Whumper casually moves behind Whumpee mid-conversation, massaging their shoulders when they look tense.

“Aww, who did this to you? You’re black and blue, sweetheart. How awful.”

Whumper makes Whumpee a nice cup of tea to calm down. Whumpee drinks it under their gaze, even as it burns their lips.

“Try not to stress about it. There’s nothing you can do to stop me anyway, so why worry?”

Whumper gently combing Whumpee’s hair. Keeping it trimmed just how they like it.

Whumper’s fingers gently massaging Whumpee’s scalp, kneading warm, sweet shampoo into their hair to ease away mats of dried blood.

“You look so tense. Take a deep breath. Here, give me your hands. Breathe with me. In…And out….In….And out….”

Whumper singing softly to Whumpee as they pass out from the pain fall asleep.

“Shhhh…sh sh shhh…you’re done. I’m not going to hurt you anymore.”

Whumper brushing away Whumpee’s tears with a gentle finger. Or kissing them away. Or licking them off their face..

“Okay, all done. Now what do you say?” “Th-than…thank you, S-sir.” “Mmm, you’re very welcome.”

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Whump Prompts: Recovery

Content: Recovery, murder, abuse, captivity, [implied] past minor whump, restraints, [mentioned] vivisections, branding, conditioning, muzzles, past non con.

Whumpee recovering from the trauma stemming from, not only all the abuse they went through, but the fact that they had to murder their abuser to get away from them.

Whumpee finally getting to experience the outside world for the first time in what feels like forever. Gawking at nature and how pretty everything is, excitedly pointing everything out to Caretaker as they go.

Crying when they see children playing in the park for the first time since their captivity because they had their entire childhood taken from them.

Learning about all the new inventions that came out while they were gone. Caretaker introducing them to mobile phones, that board game they'd been looking forward to playing before, the new gaming consoles, all the music Caretaker saved just because it made them think of Whumpee! It delights Caretaker to know that they get to show it all to Whumpee, after all.

The personality changes that have happened, whether that be due to conditioning/trauma/etc. A stoic whumpee now getting emotional at everything (not just because they're scared or sad - there's also a lot of happy/joyous tears shedded), an aggressive/angry whumpee who is just so loving and filled with adoration for everything, and vice versa.

Learning to break old habits. Realising it's okay to have and express opinions instead of bottling them up, it's okay to walk on their own two feet, it's okay to not want to spend every waking hour restrained because they're "dangerous".

Hating the freedom. Wanting structure and consistency in their life again, wanting no autonomy because it's so scary after years of living without it.

Having to learn to accept their more prominent scars. The outline of where their muzzle always sat around their face, the visible scars from all Whumper's poorly executed surgeries/vivisections (also the low-quality stitching up they did!), the mark from where they were branded.

Whumpees who immediately try (and fail) to go back to who they were before. They don't want to admit that it's not possible - they're in complete denial and end up hurting all their friends and family in the process.

That said, also having to grieve because they've lost the person they were. Does Caretaker secretly grieve with them? Do they miss the person Whumpee was?

The amount of hospital visits and treatments Whumpee needs to get following their return. Bones healing incorrectly, diseases they may have caught, badly infected wounds.

The letters they write to their abuser. Whether they actually send them or not is an entirely different story, but what do they say? Do they beg for forgiveness? Do they hurl insults at them? How coherent are their words?

Caretaker not getting to see them for the first few days/weeks because they spend so much of it holed up in their room, trying to forget about what happened. Maybe they're just so happy to finally be alone without having to worry about Whumper turning up and wanting something from them.

Sexually abused whumpees who experience hypersexuality.

Whumpees who become chronically overstimulated by the time they escape because of all the constant noise/bright lights that Whumper had around them.

ANOTHER ROUND OF NSFW PROMPTS PLEASE AND THANKS!!!🗣️🗯️📣🔞

30 Nsfwhump Dialogue Prompts

(TW: explicit noncon implied through dialogue, dirty talk, noncon dialogue, implied abuse, implied gagging, implied torture, implied forced threesome/multiples, blood, violence, manipulation, gaslighting)

"Your attitude is going to decide whether or not I lube you up or not."

"Stop fighting, it's going in either way."

"Kiss me like you mean it Whumpee, or this will last longer if you turn me off."

"Please, you can do whatever you want to me just please be gentle.."

"What makes you think you've earned my kindness? You're a living cock sleeve and that's all you'll ever be."

"Look at you, what a fucking mess. I didn't give you permission to cum but you're too untrained to control yourself."

"There you go, hold my cock in your throat... Longer, you'll never get to thirty seconds at this rate if you keep choking."

"I know you're stuffed too full but if you're good, I'll pull one of the balls out. But you have to earn it, first."

"Oh you can take two cocks at once... Might bleed a little bit but we don't mind some extra room."

"Are you playing shy? Just pretend it's me underneath you and show them how you really ride."

"Spread yourself open for me, show me what's mine, and prove you're going to submit to me. I might just take it easy on you if you do."

"If that mouth doesn't have a cock in it, it's making too much noise."

"Still tight after all I've put your hole through, you should be proud of that slutty body of yours."

"Bend over and take your punishment or I'll give you pain instead."

"Would you rather have the whip against your back or the handle inside you? Your choice."

"You don't have the right to say 'no' to me, I own your fucking body and all your holes, am I understood?"

"Since you won't act right for me, maybe someone else can break you in. I already told him not to hold back, so you'd better get ready."

"Either you sit on my cock or I'll make sure you can't sit at all."

"Come on, give me a kiss and use your tongue this time, I can tell when you're too scared."

"You can get in the mood or not, I don't care Whumpee, I'll fuck your throat regardless."

"Do those fingers feel nice? You went from crying to moaning pretty fast, Whumpee.. Be honest."

"Once they're all done cumming inside you, this pretty little plug is going to keep you full until you've learned your lesson."

"Have you learned your lesson? Or should I crank it higher and leave you alone with your toys for another hour?"

"You said you hated me so I thought I'd let someone else have you, see if you like them better."

"I haven't even moved and you're already crying about it hurting? Ngh.. You're gonna love when I start pounding you into the mattress."

"Suck my cock if you want a meal tonight and this time make it convincing."

"Let me see that pretty crying face, makes me cum every time."

"Oh pretty baby, you can take it a little deeper, don't close your legs."

"That's it, just a little faster and I'll cum- You can take it, shh, just keep clenching down on me.."

"I know it hurts.. but don't you want to make me feel good? Don't you want to be a good pet?"

Whumpee with a ring gag-

Just, whumper yanking their head around by their hair, by the gag, by their chin or neck

Whumper pushing their head down and telling them they won’t be hurt as much if they use that lovely tongue of theirs for what it was meant for

Or perhaps whumper shoving things through the gag and down their throat. Fingers, toys, other miscellaneous body parts

How their jaw ends up aching from their mouth being held open so wide. Their tongue aching form use, from having it grabbed, pulled and abused. Their throat hurts from screaming and the damage from whatever items were forced past the gag.

Maybe the gag is left in, and whatever time whumper isn’t there, they still have their mouth forced open.

Some responses to "I'm fine":

"Bullshit."

"Then how do you explain that?"

"Uh huh. Sure you are buddy."

"You know, it's ok if you're not ok."

"There is no way you're 'fine' after that."

[skeptical silence]

[worried silence]

"[name], it's ok..."

"We talked about this."

"Please don't lie to me."

"You call that 'fine'?"

"Then why are you [action that reveals distress]?"

"You don't look/sound fine."

"Something's bothering you; I can tell."

"You can talk to me... "

"You're not fooling anyone."

"I just want to help. Will you let me?"

"No you're not."

"You're shaking..."