Oop- If You Decide To Do A Continuation Of This I Can't Wait

Oop- if you decide to do a continuation of this I can't wait

Counting on fingers

It takes practice to mold someone into your liking.

Quiet, Sunday evening. Whumpee sat on the bar stool, watching Caretaker cutting ingredients for dinner. Onions, carrots and potatoes. They weren't focusing so much. They were daydreaming, eyes stared into a distance when they heard a small yelp coming from Caretaker. 

Oh.

Whumpee turned their head to them, eyes flickered at the small cut on their finger. Something stirred inside Whumpee as they approached them, looking at the wound curiously. 

"Let me help you."

Whumpee said, observing Caretaker's finger before they washed it with water. They took a small cloth and pressed it against the cut to stop the bleeding when Caretaker suddenly hissed in pain and Whumpee felt shiver down their spine.

They wanted to hear that sound again.

Whumpee pressed the cloth a little harder, eyeing Caretaker cautiously. They held back a smile as they soaked in Caretaker's hurt expression. 

"Shh, it's okay. I just need to stop the bleeding."

Whumpee said soothingly. They pushed a bit harder on the cut, more than necessary this time making Caretaker flinched.

"Ouch! Ouch! Stop!"

But they didn't stop. Whumpee was too absorbed in their own world, in Caretaker's cute gasp and yelp. Maybe if they put a little more pressure Caretaker would s—

"Whumpee!"

Whumpee snapped out of their thoughts. They glanced down at the wound, blinking their eyes a few times when they saw more blood dripping out from Caretaker's skin.

"Oh…s-sorry. I'm sorry, Caretaker."

They weren't actually sorry and they cursed themselves silently for it. Caretaker sighed, frowning when they saw Whumpee's gaze locked on their wound. Almost feels like they wanted to do something with it...

"I will go treat myself in my room."

Whumpee nodded, watching Caretaker disappear from the kitchen door. They relaxed their muscles that were trembling from excitement. Softly, Whumpee chuckled,

"Yeah…sure."

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@nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @risk606 @heyyitsworld

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Ok, so we’ve seen the violently protective caretaker shtick right? Love that. What about violently protective whumpee? Specific scenario I have in my head rn:

Whumpee was someone very powerful; a powerful mage, a legendary knight, a living weapon. They were captured, whumped, then left for dead in the woods somewhere, where caretaker found them and nursed them back to health. Since then, whumpee has been living with caretaker, helping them on their farm, your standard issue domestic bliss. Caretaker isn’t a fighter by any means, they’re a kind, gentle soul who wouldn’t hurt a fly. A bit naive, even. This is whumpee’s favorite thing about them, since all whumpee knew up until meeting them was violence and harshness.

One day, Caretaker doesn’t come home, and whumpee goes absolutely feral. Full on super-detective mode tracking them down to whumper’s lair. They break in to find caretaker in a relatively minor situation (say, sitting in a cell with their hands tied). Enter whumper.

Whumpee goes eerily calm, smiles this creepy smile, looks at caretaker and says “I’ve just gotta take care of something quick. Won’t be a minute.” And then proceeds to graphically murder whumper just outside caretaker’s sight. Bonus points if caretaker is completely oblivious because whumpee never explained their past. Caretaker asks about it, insisting that they was all the details. They’re outraged that whumpee killed whumper like that, because from caretaker’s perspective, whumper hadn’t done anything warranting that. Whumpee asks if caretaker is sure they want to know, then explains what whumper did to them in an oddly calm and frank manner and finishes by saying, “You’ve been so kind to me all this time, I had to protect you.”

Weapon Prompt 7

Drugs

Imagine Whumpee was knocked out by some sort of chloroform from the start, they wake up with that crazy headache and they can’t focus their eyes. It is scary as hell, I’m telling you!

Then you also have paralyzing drugs that make it so hard or impossible to do something as easy as lift your head, or blink.

The terror of not being able to move you limbs and not knowing where you are is a nightmare, even the groggy feeling makes the fear climb up.

Whumper would be able to do whatever they wanted to Whumpee for hours, perhaps even more if a second dose was given. Whumpee was a helpless little doll at Whumper’s mercy.

Then you have drugs for during the torture process, in this case pleasure drugs. Ones that make you feel so high in the sky you almost don’t realize you are being tortured in the first place.

The pain is the last thing on Whumpee’s mind, they are just chasingthe pleasure feeling, before long they start to associate the pain with pleasure as Whumper slowly weens them off the drug. Whumpee now begs torture, they wanted it more than anything.

or they alternative, Whumper suddenly stops giving them the drug and they realize how much pain they are in and they are thrown into a state of shock and confusion.

That’s all I got for now, ask if y’all want a part 2…

METAL IN WHUMP >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

The metal cuffs clamped around whumpee’s wrists—

The iron bit in whumpee’s mouth—

The steel bars of a cage keeping whumpee encaged, forced to get used to their new home—

The sound of a metal collar locking in place around whumpee’s neck—

The scream whumpee makes when a metal bat hits their ribcage at full swing—

The loose chains dragging behind whumpee as they walk—

The metal tracking chip that leaves a nasty scar on whumpee’s skin—

The cold iron tip of a whip ripping whumpee’s skin—

The gentle caress of the tip of a knife before it’s pushed into whumpee’s chest or held against their throat—

The horrible feeling of a barrel of a gun being held against the back of whumpee’s head, freezing them in place—

The agonizing heat of a branding iron marking whumpee once again—

The metal coils that spring from a taser with blinding white electricity pumping through them before they hit whumpee’s skin—

BUT ALSO, METAL IN CARETAKING >>>>>>>>>>>

The way whumpee panics when the needle for the IV comes into view—

The groans of pain whumpee lets out as someone else stitches up their wounds—

The clicking and clanking of surgical tools being lifted up and then put back down against a tray—

The feeling of a metal exam table against whumpee’s back—

The pain of the staples used for a quick stitch in the field—

The refreshing first sip of water after rescue from a metal bottle—

The keys to whumpee’s cuffs jingling as they’re finally unlocked—

JUST METAL IN WHUMP >>>>>>>>>

Hi. I know I'm not an official whump blog, but I figure I'd be ok to give some recommendations. I have some fandoms that have canon whump, and then obviously whump fics. They range from different sources of media (book, film, show, etc. not a huge comic reader though)

I see you like Supernatural, so a good similar show that has a bunch of whump is BBC's Merlin. It's literally almost every episode someone's getting hurt or sick, people die, etc. It's a medieval setting, but with magic. It's great.

Idk if you like anime, but basically any anime that is not strictly for fan service will have at least one fight per episode. Especially shonen animes, like My Hero Academia and Demon Slayer. Broken bones, stabs/cuts, and gore galore. Tokyo Ghoul is a good example of just brutal torture.

And for a book series, you might like Rangers Apprentice. First book the main characters mentor character almost gets fridged. And then the main character sets the thing that almost kills his mentor on fire.

That only covers some of the tropes I've seen on here, but I'm sure Ao3 is rife with content with your favorite tropes. Good luck

hello whump friend! what are some whump tropes you enjoy? are there any shows/movies/stories with whump you like? welcome to whumpblr!

Hi thank you for the welcome! I have a bunch of tropes I like.

Defiant whumpee

Gang whump

Punishment

Whippings

Stick beatings

Captive

Sadistic self-controlled whumper

Noncon/rape

Captive whump

Stress positions

Torture

"Behave"

Leader/fighter captured because they're strong in some way

Forced to walk/kneel at gunpoint

Forced respect ("master", "sir")

Forced Absolute obedience

Choking

Humiliation

Child abuse

Restraints

Belts

I can't think of any whump fiction I like beyond Supernatural. I did write a gang whump book I need beta readers for so I'm hoping to find a few people here that would be interested. Maybe I'll post about that at some point.

Anybody have recommendations for whump fiction (I like asian films but none are coming to mind right now.)

At Least It can't Get Any Worse

Warnings: explosion, collapse, head injury, crush injury, blood

"At least," Team Leader panted as they strained to lift the metal beam off themself, "it can't get any worse."

Smallest Teammate stared at Team Leader in horror. "What do you mean it can't get any worse? The building exploded and came down on top of us. You've hit your head and are pinned beneath a ceiling beam. The rest of the team probably thinks we are dead!"

Team Leader stopped trying to move the beam. They gave Smallest Teammate a wan smile. Smallest Teammate flinched at the sight of Team Leader's blood coated teeth. "That's my point," Team Leader continued, "this is pretty bad, Smallest Teammate. It won't get any worse than this."

Smallest Teammate leaned against another fallen beam. Somehow they had managed to only get a few cuts and bruises, while Team Leader took the majority of the injuries. "How bad is it, Team Leader?"

"Not too bad," Team Leader lied quickly. They didn't want to worry Smallest Teammate. The truth was their head injury was the least of their problems. Just a cut above their eye that bled heavily. The real problem was they were pretty sure the beam had crushed their pelvis. Even if they managed to get the beam off, Team Leader knew there was no way they would be able to walk out of the rubble.

Smallest Teammate nodded. "Still, I think I should try to find us a way out of here. Will you be ok if I look around a bit?"

Team Leader nodded. "Don't worry, Smallest Teammate, I'm not going anywhere. If you find a way out, just go. Get the others. They can help us get the beam off."

Smallest Teammate nodded and rose carefully. "I'll be back soon. Quick as I can. I promise!" And they quickly disappeared into the gloom.

Team Leader lay back and let out a sob. Their body hurt. It was hard to breathe around the pain. At least they got Smallest Teammate out. At least Smallest Teammate would be ok. That was all that mattered.