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"I don't... um. I don't want you to leave..." Whumpee said quietly.

Caretaker paused by the door of their bedroom, turning back to look at the small figure huddled under the covers. They were trembling, looking pointedly at their lap, avoiding the face of the person they'd grown to care so deeply for. Their person.

But all things must end, at some point. Whumpee had healed enough to be on their own. They knew. They both knew.

"Do you want me to wait here until you fall asleep?" Caretaker offered. They knew that wasn't what Whumpee was asking for, but they'd put it off long enough. They couldn't put their life on pause for Whumpee, not now that they were well enough to care for themself. It wasn't fair to either of them.

"Will you still be here when I wake up?" Whumpee asked.

"Of course, Whumpee." Caretaker assured. The kind smile that graced their face never failed to melt Whumpee's heart, if only a little.

Both of them knew it was a lie. They both knew that in about an hour, when Whumpee had fallen asleep, Caretaker would softly unwrap their arms from around them. They would get out of the small bed and lightly pad out the door, leaving it open just a crack behind them.

That was how it always had been. The only difference now was that there would be no breakfast lovingly made by Caretaker when Whumpee woke. Whumpee knew this. They knew they would wake up alone.

Whumpee turned to lay on their side, feeling Caretaker slide into bed behind them, their arms wrapping tightly around them. It felt like home, and the knowledge that it was leaving made Whumpee's heart ache.

"Just promise that I'll still have you. I can't lose this. I can't lose you forever." Whumpee mumbled sleepily. Caretaker didn't answer. Not verbally, at least. But the hand softly carding through Whumpee's hair was enough to reassure them for now.

It had to be enough.

A Whumper wants to test out the durability of this new, supposedly shatter proof chain they've gotten

So they clasp one end to Whumpee's collar

And feed the other end into a woodchipper

A Whumper wants to test out the durability of this new, supposedly shatter proof chain they've gotten

So they clasp one end to Whumpee's collar

And feed the other end into a woodchipper

Love me a Whumpee that wholeheartedly believes Whumper was trying to help them.

“Yes they hurt me, but only when I was bad.” | “Whumper helped me learn to be good so they wouldn’t have to hurt me anymore.” | “Whumper was taking care of me, teaching me how to avoid punishments.”

Caretaker continuously trying to convince Whumpee that pain is not a necessary part of learning and that those who care for you should not hurt you. Whumpee being absolutely bewildered.

Whumpee: “Then how do you know what’s right and what’s wrong?”

Caretaker: “You have to think about it critically and come to your own conclusions.”

Whumpee: “But then how do you know if you did something wrong?”

Caretaker: “You have to wait to see the outcome.”

Whumpee: “And if you were wrong, how do you learn not to do it again?”

Caretaker: “You just… don’t do it again???”

Whumpee: *stunned silence*

"What a lovely tie, shame it's around such a worthless neck."

Proceeds to tighten the tie to the point of strangulation.

Whumpee sitting on Whumpers lap, arms delicately draped around their captors neck.

Face buried in their shirt, hiding from the world around them.

Whumper loves sitting with them like this - at this angle they can’t see Whumpees wrists tied together, can’t see how red and raw the skin is from mindless twisting and struggle. The rope is right behind their own head, keeping them in the center of Whumpee’s bound hands. Center of Whumpee’s world.

They give whumpee a little kiss on the head and ignore the hitched breath. Someday Whumpee will be this affectionate on their own they just know it.

The website will be out later than I thought I want to make it as best as I can I don’t have an exact date but I’ll keep you guys updated

How's the website coming? I'm only on Mobile, have almost no time to spare and no coding experience but I'm willing to help to make a Whumpy website!

Hi there! Sorry there’s been no updates about it my cat died so I’ve taken a pause on it. I was gonna make a post soon because that has put the release date on hold. But overall it’s good! I just had it beta tested by some awesome people and they gave me good feedback. And sounds good! You can always message me at @theinfinantone1

Another very well written chapter! I loved Hayes’ POV so much HES so delusional but I love how he genuinely thinks he’s being reasonable

CONTAINS: pet whump, forced to drink/get drunk, very creepy intimate whumper, mentions of torture/non-con from other chapters, whumpee victim blaming himself more, non-consensual touching, implied fade-to-black non-con at the end.

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Asa wakes to hands on him, again.

His first thought is that at least he isn't alone anymore.

Somewhere he realizes just how horrible it is. Just how disgusting. But there's nothing in him. No more energy. No more strength. He believes this is much how it must have been like to be drugged, though he doesn't remember. Completely unable to move much more than a twitch, so pathetically weak, and even as his stomach starts to churn at the slow recollection that it's Hayes that's holding him, he can't manage to pull away.

He wonders briefly if he even wants to. He feels like he does, knows he does, but...his body always seems to want something different, doesn't it? It wouldn't have come, if it didn't want it. Not then or now. Not with anyone. It betrays him, every time, and he thinks, right now, maybe it's better to just fucking let the stupid thing do whatever it wants because he's too goddamn fucking tired. Too achy and sore and hungry and just...

Done. He's just done.

He feels like he should be embarrassed, humiliated, but he's just too tired for that, either.

He drifts in and out for a while, not comforted by the touch but relieved at the consistent reminder he's no longer in that closet, that he's no longer in the dark before finally Hayes stirs behind him, a little and then a bit more before finally planting a gentle kiss to the back of his neck.

Asa hates him. Asa wants him fucking dead. He wants everyone dead. He wants the whole fucking world to burn for what it's done to him.

"You're awake," Hayes murmurs, stroking hair from Asa's face, tucking it behind his ear. "Hi, baby. How're you feeling?"

Fucking homicidal. Not that he can do a damn thing with it.

"You slept all day, love. I had to take off work to stay with you...you're not good enough to be on your own yet."

Vaguely, something flickers. A hope, maybe. A promise that, eventually, he'll be left alone? Would it be long enough to get away? The things it will probably take to get to that point, though...to get Hayes to trust him...no, no, no...

"Got you to drink a little here and there, but you've been so sleepy...and no wonder. I imagine it wasn't very comfortable in there, was it?"

Asa doesn't remember. He doesn't fucking remember anything but darkness. His mind isn't working. Does that mean he's gone an entire week without food now? He thought he wouldn't mind...he thought he'd never be hungry again. But he feels like he's dying. And he's still so thirsty...

There's a half-full glass on Hayes' dresser that he notices, and he licks his lips. He doesn't even know if he could speak if he tried.

But he needs it. He'd do anything for it.

Please, he mouths, and tries so hard to reach for it. His hand twitches, stretches out, but he can't even begin to do anything more.

Hayes does, instead. Hayes does, like he's not the reason for it all in the first place. He leans over, takes the glass, and lets Asa drink it. All of it, without question, without needing anything first.

The relief is almost worth the kiss Hayes forces upon him afterwards.

"Such a good boy," Hayes tells him, petting his hair, and Asa's throat burns as he realizes the only people who've ever done something this gentle, treated him this sweetly, have hurt him in ways he doesn't think he'll ever recover from.

"Oh, I'm going to treat you to something special tonight, Asa. I am. You just stay here, alright? Can I trust you to stay here and wait for me to come back?"

Asa hates himself and the fact that he can't do anything but that. He doesn't reply, and Hayes takes his chin and tilts it to the side, just an inch away from being painful, from straining it to the point he might gasp.

No more. Please. Not right now.

"Yes," he whispers, voice returning just enough to do so.

"Yes...?"

Asa closes his eyes. Vaguely, almost as if instinctually, he knows what's wanted of him.

"Sir," he replies. "Yes, sir."

"Oh, Asa," Hayes purrs, lowering himself along Asa's body, kissing a line down to—

"No," Asa gasps, using everything he has to curl his knees up, and Hayes...

Steps back. Smiles at him and pets his hair, and says, "You're right. Dinner first, okay?"

First. That means if he accepts Hayes' food, he knows exactly where it's going to lead second.

And worse, he knows there's not a single thing he can do about it, and that it'll happen whether he chooses to keep starving or not.

So he nods, just so Hayes will leave him be, and then as soon as the door's closed, he buries his face in the pillow to muffle his sobs.

—x—

He makes it all perfect, for Asa.

He even lights a candle on the table. All for his boy.

His boy, who's barely conscious, and doesn't seem to even notice let alone appreciate all the work he put into it all.

He has to carry Asa downstairs, sit him upright in a chair at the table, and still, the second Hayes leaves to grab something, he comes back to Asa with his head resting on his arm against the top.

He smacks down a bottle of wine against the wood, and Asa flinches and moans softly.

"No one ever teach you manners, pretty baby?" he asks, pouring a glass. "Elbows off the table."

Slowly, Asa drops his arm down, but his head stays lowered, his eyes closed. Fuck, he's so weak...Hayes could do anything he wanted to him. Anything at all.

But he's going to feed him, right now. He's going to feed his boy, because that's what his boy deserves.

At least...for right now.

He cups Asa's chin and kisses him. Slips his tongue into his boy's mouth and hums.

"You taste so delicious, my love," he says. "You deserve something tasty, too."

Asa looks like he expects Hayes to mean something very different by that. Which is good, because usually, Hayes will.

But he's gone long enough without food. He really, really seems like he can't go any longer.

Hayes could push it...or could only feed him enough to keep him alive, and make him like this all the time...

But Asa was good. He was finally good. Hayes wants him to know just how good it can be for him, too.

"Does this smell good, sweet?" he asks, placing a plate of food before him, and then smacks Asa's hand away when it inches towards it.

"What did I tell you? You need permission. Wait for it, or you won't get anything."

Slowly, Asa's hand draws back towards himself. So obediently...so submissively.

Just as he should be. Maybe the next time he wants to act out, he'll think about the closet, and how much he doesn't want to be in there again.

"You're so sleepy, still," Hayes murmurs, smiling as he pets through his Asa's hair. "Can barely move...maybe it'd be easier if I helped, hmm?"

Asa grunts softly. Definitely not an agreement, but Hayes doesn't care. He picks Asa's pretty body up from under his arms, sits in the chair, and then—

"No—" Asa mumbles, squirming, but Hayes pulls him down to sit in his lap anyways. It's so easy. And even though Asa writhes, he's completely out of breath after just a few seconds and just...stops.

"Don't...don't..."

"Baby," Hayes tuts. "You think I'd fuck you over the table here? We eat here. Such a dirty little mind you have...maybe you'd like that. You seem to like a lot of things."

He reaches up, stroking Asa's throat, then his mouth, slipping a finger between his lips. "Open...that's it, good boy..."

And then he takes a piece of food, brings it up, and places it in Asa's mouth.

He feels Asa gag. He feels him squirm again and protest softly, almost spitting it out, but then...he doesn't. He groans softly, and swallows, and eats the next piece, too, even a bit more eagerly.

He looks like the most perfect little pet. Letting Hayes feed him, as he should. Letting Hayes take care of him, like Hayes always will.

"Good boy," he murmurs, lips against Asa's ear. "Good boy. Look at you. So behaved. I love you, Asa. Keep being good like this and you can keep being treated like this. Please...let me treat you good, Asa. Let me take care of you."

He picks up the wine glass, taking a sip, and then presses it to Asa's lips. "Taste, love. It's delicious. I'm sure you've never tasted something so expensive..."

Asa grunts, tries to tilt his head away, but the way he's tucked back against Hayes leaves there no real place to go. Hayes presses a bit harder, until he hears the glass clink against Asa's teeth, and then Asa makes the cutest little noise and takes a drink. Even when he chokes quietly, because he expects Hayes to pull it away sooner, he drinks the entire glass down, coughing softly as Hayes sets it back on the table to refill it.

"You're beautiful, baby," Hayes says, giving him another few bites of food in between another few mouthfuls of wine, kissing at the spot just between his neck and shoulder, so soft, as his free hand travels down to gently stroke over Asa, just because he's there.

And Asa moans, far louder, and mumbles, "Fuck..."

Hayes stops, more than a little stunned by that. He tilts Asa's head back to better see his expression, and his boy's pale face has gone rosy, his eyes shut tight. "What was that?"

Asa doesn't respond. Hayes chuckles, and brings the glass back to Asa's pretty mouth.

"It sounded like you felt better, pet," he says, as Asa chokes down more wine. "Lightweight, are you? How adorable. Oh, Asa. You're adorable."

"Don't—" Asa coughs out, but Hayes grabs his chin and forces him to finish the glass. Each were quite full, he has to admit, and it seems more than enough by the end of this one to have the boy heavily influenced, his head dropping back on Hayes' shoulder as he...

Giggles. Like the most precious and content little pet Hayes wants him to be.

"My goodness," Hayes murmurs, nuzzling into his hair, "my pretty, tipsy little boy...is that what you are?"

Asa mumbles under his breath, head lolling. He was probably still a little dehydrated, needing water more than wine...but that's okay. There's plenty of time for that, later. After this. It's liquid after all, isn't it? He'll be just fine.

So he pours another glass, and has Asa sipping at it until he's doing it willingly, spilling it down his chin and smiling when Hayes licks it.

Hayes can't help but groan at the sight—and apparently, Asa can't help but groan when Hayes wraps a hand around him again. He uses his other hand to run up Asa's body, scratching gently at his belly and chest, pinching and twisting at one of his nipples, and Asa gasps and squirms and then ruts down against Hayes' quickly hardening self like he finally wants it, too.

"So fuckin' sensitive like this, baby...are you ready to go up to bed? Huh? You want me to fuck you so good you scream? Because that's what I wanna do right now...does that sound good?"

Asa mumbles something else, drunkenly incoherent, but he's reacting so beautifully, and Hayes can't let it go to waste.

Another reward, for being good.

"Yeah," Hayes purrs, picking him up, leaving everything to clean later, "that sounds good, doesn't it?"

Asa's head falls back, humming. He doesn't say a word as Hayes brings him back up to the room, lays him back down, and even giggles again when Hayes starts to kiss along his chest.

And then he says a name. Not Hayes'. Someone else's. A name Hayes has never heard.

He pauses, leaning back a bit. "Who's Evan?"

Asa doesn't answer. He just arches back against the pillows, and, well...Hayes can't very well ignore that. He grabs for the lubricant again, and listens to Asa keen as he's touched, and relishes every beautiful moment of this.

He'll ask again, later, when his boy is coherent again. Right now...

Well. There's other things to focus on, other things to do, other places to touch and squeeze, and so he does.

"Mine," he whispers into Asa's ear, and smiles at the first time he hasn't heard a protest in response.

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Another very well written chapter! I loved Hayes’ POV so much HES so delusional but I love how he genuinely thinks he’s being reasonable

CONTAINS: pet whump, forced to drink/get drunk, very creepy intimate whumper, mentions of torture/non-con from other chapters, whumpee victim blaming himself more, non-consensual touching, implied fade-to-black non-con at the end.

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Asa wakes to hands on him, again.

His first thought is that at least he isn't alone anymore.

Somewhere he realizes just how horrible it is. Just how disgusting. But there's nothing in him. No more energy. No more strength. He believes this is much how it must have been like to be drugged, though he doesn't remember. Completely unable to move much more than a twitch, so pathetically weak, and even as his stomach starts to churn at the slow recollection that it's Hayes that's holding him, he can't manage to pull away.

He wonders briefly if he even wants to. He feels like he does, knows he does, but...his body always seems to want something different, doesn't it? It wouldn't have come, if it didn't want it. Not then or now. Not with anyone. It betrays him, every time, and he thinks, right now, maybe it's better to just fucking let the stupid thing do whatever it wants because he's too goddamn fucking tired. Too achy and sore and hungry and just...

Done. He's just done.

He feels like he should be embarrassed, humiliated, but he's just too tired for that, either.

He drifts in and out for a while, not comforted by the touch but relieved at the consistent reminder he's no longer in that closet, that he's no longer in the dark before finally Hayes stirs behind him, a little and then a bit more before finally planting a gentle kiss to the back of his neck.

Asa hates him. Asa wants him fucking dead. He wants everyone dead. He wants the whole fucking world to burn for what it's done to him.

"You're awake," Hayes murmurs, stroking hair from Asa's face, tucking it behind his ear. "Hi, baby. How're you feeling?"

Fucking homicidal. Not that he can do a damn thing with it.

"You slept all day, love. I had to take off work to stay with you...you're not good enough to be on your own yet."

Vaguely, something flickers. A hope, maybe. A promise that, eventually, he'll be left alone? Would it be long enough to get away? The things it will probably take to get to that point, though...to get Hayes to trust him...no, no, no...

"Got you to drink a little here and there, but you've been so sleepy...and no wonder. I imagine it wasn't very comfortable in there, was it?"

Asa doesn't remember. He doesn't fucking remember anything but darkness. His mind isn't working. Does that mean he's gone an entire week without food now? He thought he wouldn't mind...he thought he'd never be hungry again. But he feels like he's dying. And he's still so thirsty...

There's a half-full glass on Hayes' dresser that he notices, and he licks his lips. He doesn't even know if he could speak if he tried.

But he needs it. He'd do anything for it.

Please, he mouths, and tries so hard to reach for it. His hand twitches, stretches out, but he can't even begin to do anything more.

Hayes does, instead. Hayes does, like he's not the reason for it all in the first place. He leans over, takes the glass, and lets Asa drink it. All of it, without question, without needing anything first.

The relief is almost worth the kiss Hayes forces upon him afterwards.

"Such a good boy," Hayes tells him, petting his hair, and Asa's throat burns as he realizes the only people who've ever done something this gentle, treated him this sweetly, have hurt him in ways he doesn't think he'll ever recover from.

"Oh, I'm going to treat you to something special tonight, Asa. I am. You just stay here, alright? Can I trust you to stay here and wait for me to come back?"

Asa hates himself and the fact that he can't do anything but that. He doesn't reply, and Hayes takes his chin and tilts it to the side, just an inch away from being painful, from straining it to the point he might gasp.

No more. Please. Not right now.

"Yes," he whispers, voice returning just enough to do so.

"Yes...?"

Asa closes his eyes. Vaguely, almost as if instinctually, he knows what's wanted of him.

"Sir," he replies. "Yes, sir."

"Oh, Asa," Hayes purrs, lowering himself along Asa's body, kissing a line down to—

"No," Asa gasps, using everything he has to curl his knees up, and Hayes...

Steps back. Smiles at him and pets his hair, and says, "You're right. Dinner first, okay?"

First. That means if he accepts Hayes' food, he knows exactly where it's going to lead second.

And worse, he knows there's not a single thing he can do about it, and that it'll happen whether he chooses to keep starving or not.

So he nods, just so Hayes will leave him be, and then as soon as the door's closed, he buries his face in the pillow to muffle his sobs.

—x—

He makes it all perfect, for Asa.

He even lights a candle on the table. All for his boy.

His boy, who's barely conscious, and doesn't seem to even notice let alone appreciate all the work he put into it all.

He has to carry Asa downstairs, sit him upright in a chair at the table, and still, the second Hayes leaves to grab something, he comes back to Asa with his head resting on his arm against the top.

He smacks down a bottle of wine against the wood, and Asa flinches and moans softly.

"No one ever teach you manners, pretty baby?" he asks, pouring a glass. "Elbows off the table."

Slowly, Asa drops his arm down, but his head stays lowered, his eyes closed. Fuck, he's so weak...Hayes could do anything he wanted to him. Anything at all.

But he's going to feed him, right now. He's going to feed his boy, because that's what his boy deserves.

At least...for right now.

He cups Asa's chin and kisses him. Slips his tongue into his boy's mouth and hums.

"You taste so delicious, my love," he says. "You deserve something tasty, too."

Asa looks like he expects Hayes to mean something very different by that. Which is good, because usually, Hayes will.

But he's gone long enough without food. He really, really seems like he can't go any longer.

Hayes could push it...or could only feed him enough to keep him alive, and make him like this all the time...

But Asa was good. He was finally good. Hayes wants him to know just how good it can be for him, too.

"Does this smell good, sweet?" he asks, placing a plate of food before him, and then smacks Asa's hand away when it inches towards it.

"What did I tell you? You need permission. Wait for it, or you won't get anything."

Slowly, Asa's hand draws back towards himself. So obediently...so submissively.

Just as he should be. Maybe the next time he wants to act out, he'll think about the closet, and how much he doesn't want to be in there again.

"You're so sleepy, still," Hayes murmurs, smiling as he pets through his Asa's hair. "Can barely move...maybe it'd be easier if I helped, hmm?"

Asa grunts softly. Definitely not an agreement, but Hayes doesn't care. He picks Asa's pretty body up from under his arms, sits in the chair, and then—

"No—" Asa mumbles, squirming, but Hayes pulls him down to sit in his lap anyways. It's so easy. And even though Asa writhes, he's completely out of breath after just a few seconds and just...stops.

"Don't...don't..."

"Baby," Hayes tuts. "You think I'd fuck you over the table here? We eat here. Such a dirty little mind you have...maybe you'd like that. You seem to like a lot of things."

He reaches up, stroking Asa's throat, then his mouth, slipping a finger between his lips. "Open...that's it, good boy..."

And then he takes a piece of food, brings it up, and places it in Asa's mouth.

He feels Asa gag. He feels him squirm again and protest softly, almost spitting it out, but then...he doesn't. He groans softly, and swallows, and eats the next piece, too, even a bit more eagerly.

He looks like the most perfect little pet. Letting Hayes feed him, as he should. Letting Hayes take care of him, like Hayes always will.

"Good boy," he murmurs, lips against Asa's ear. "Good boy. Look at you. So behaved. I love you, Asa. Keep being good like this and you can keep being treated like this. Please...let me treat you good, Asa. Let me take care of you."

He picks up the wine glass, taking a sip, and then presses it to Asa's lips. "Taste, love. It's delicious. I'm sure you've never tasted something so expensive..."

Asa grunts, tries to tilt his head away, but the way he's tucked back against Hayes leaves there no real place to go. Hayes presses a bit harder, until he hears the glass clink against Asa's teeth, and then Asa makes the cutest little noise and takes a drink. Even when he chokes quietly, because he expects Hayes to pull it away sooner, he drinks the entire glass down, coughing softly as Hayes sets it back on the table to refill it.

"You're beautiful, baby," Hayes says, giving him another few bites of food in between another few mouthfuls of wine, kissing at the spot just between his neck and shoulder, so soft, as his free hand travels down to gently stroke over Asa, just because he's there.

And Asa moans, far louder, and mumbles, "Fuck..."

Hayes stops, more than a little stunned by that. He tilts Asa's head back to better see his expression, and his boy's pale face has gone rosy, his eyes shut tight. "What was that?"

Asa doesn't respond. Hayes chuckles, and brings the glass back to Asa's pretty mouth.

"It sounded like you felt better, pet," he says, as Asa chokes down more wine. "Lightweight, are you? How adorable. Oh, Asa. You're adorable."

"Don't—" Asa coughs out, but Hayes grabs his chin and forces him to finish the glass. Each were quite full, he has to admit, and it seems more than enough by the end of this one to have the boy heavily influenced, his head dropping back on Hayes' shoulder as he...

Giggles. Like the most precious and content little pet Hayes wants him to be.

"My goodness," Hayes murmurs, nuzzling into his hair, "my pretty, tipsy little boy...is that what you are?"

Asa mumbles under his breath, head lolling. He was probably still a little dehydrated, needing water more than wine...but that's okay. There's plenty of time for that, later. After this. It's liquid after all, isn't it? He'll be just fine.

So he pours another glass, and has Asa sipping at it until he's doing it willingly, spilling it down his chin and smiling when Hayes licks it.

Hayes can't help but groan at the sight—and apparently, Asa can't help but groan when Hayes wraps a hand around him again. He uses his other hand to run up Asa's body, scratching gently at his belly and chest, pinching and twisting at one of his nipples, and Asa gasps and squirms and then ruts down against Hayes' quickly hardening self like he finally wants it, too.

"So fuckin' sensitive like this, baby...are you ready to go up to bed? Huh? You want me to fuck you so good you scream? Because that's what I wanna do right now...does that sound good?"

Asa mumbles something else, drunkenly incoherent, but he's reacting so beautifully, and Hayes can't let it go to waste.

Another reward, for being good.

"Yeah," Hayes purrs, picking him up, leaving everything to clean later, "that sounds good, doesn't it?"

Asa's head falls back, humming. He doesn't say a word as Hayes brings him back up to the room, lays him back down, and even giggles again when Hayes starts to kiss along his chest.

And then he says a name. Not Hayes'. Someone else's. A name Hayes has never heard.

He pauses, leaning back a bit. "Who's Evan?"

Asa doesn't answer. He just arches back against the pillows, and, well...Hayes can't very well ignore that. He grabs for the lubricant again, and listens to Asa keen as he's touched, and relishes every beautiful moment of this.

He'll ask again, later, when his boy is coherent again. Right now...

Well. There's other things to focus on, other things to do, other places to touch and squeeze, and so he does.

"Mine," he whispers into Asa's ear, and smiles at the first time he hasn't heard a protest in response.

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Thank you everybody interested in the whump website! I saw people interested in beta testing the website before I make it public, but if you could comment here or private message @theinfinantone1 that would help a lot! I’ll send the link to you guys in 3-5 days privately ☺️

Thank you for your support!

Will do

IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS!!!! here’s some sneak peaks of how the website looks right now (if you don’t know what I’m talking about go to my page and look at my pinned post. In short I’m making a whump specific website that’ll be catered towards the whump community).

This site will be free for all, I have no access to your private info except your account name, and it’ll be easier to find prompts/stories that cater to your interests.

Also I need your help in making this an amazing website! Comment or message me some tropes that would be good to add, AND/OR send me some images you’ve done that would be good image headers for these specific tropes! I want you to be involved as well!

I haven’t made an interactive website to this extent before so if you’re interested in helping me try it out and let me know how it goes for you, comment in this post/DM me that you want to view and I’ll send you a link!

Hi! It’s only a couple days old I’m planning on making it public in 2 weeks :) I’ll tag you when I post it

Attention!

I’ve played around with making websites for a while and thought hey, why not have a community site for just the whump community?

So I’m making it now for fun, but I may actually link it here for others to join if people are interested.

It’ll be interactive, with everybody able to make their own profile, people will be able to share prompts and snipets of their work and it will all be sorted by category. They can communicate with other whumpers.

AND they’ll be able to post their longer stories/chapters, and that’ll have it’s own section on their profile to make it easy to find for them and others.

Anybody interested?

@whumpshaped oooooh 👀 thank you!! I definitely will

IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS!!!! here’s some sneak peaks of how the website looks right now (if you don’t know what I’m talking about go to my page and look at my pinned post. In short I’m making a whump specific website that’ll be catered towards the whump community).

This site will be free for all, I have no access to your private info except your account name, and it’ll be easier to find prompts/stories that cater to your interests.

Also I need your help in making this an amazing website! Comment or message me some tropes that would be good to add, AND/OR send me some images you’ve done that would be good image headers for these specific tropes! I want you to be involved as well!

I haven’t made an interactive website to this extent before so if you’re interested in helping me try it out and let me know how it goes for you, comment in this post/DM me that you want to view and I’ll send you a link!

@whumpshaped hehe yes! The forum will have specific tropes categorized for prompts/snippets, but also a general questions/convo section where you can talk to other whumpers or ask questions like say, medical ones for your own writing. This is so hashtags won’t overlap in general but you can still look up hashtags for specific things in these specific categories :D

Attention!

I’ve played around with making websites for a while and thought hey, why not have a community site for just the whump community?

So I’m making it now for fun, but I may actually link it here for others to join if people are interested.

It’ll be interactive, with everybody able to make their own profile, people will be able to share prompts and snipets of their work and it will all be sorted by category. They can communicate with other whumpers.

AND they’ll be able to post their longer stories/chapters, and that’ll have it’s own section on their profile to make it easy to find for them and others.

Anybody interested?

IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS!!!! here’s some sneak peaks of how the website looks right now (if you don’t know what I’m talking about go to my page and look at my pinned post. In short I’m making a whump specific website that’ll be catered towards the whump community).

This site will be free for all, I have no access to your private info except your account name, and it’ll be easier to find prompts/stories that cater to your interests.

Also I need your help in making this an amazing website! Comment or message me some tropes that would be good to add, AND/OR send me some images you’ve done that would be good image headers for these specific tropes! I want you to be involved as well!

I haven’t made an interactive website to this extent before so if you’re interested in helping me try it out and let me know how it goes for you, comment in this post/DM me that you want to view and I’ll send you a link!

If anybody sees a response from @theinfinantone1 that’s me, I had to make a new account to use this one as an admin, since this account is just a secondary blog

Warning: Death, gore, weapons, [implied] suicide, murder.

By the time Caretaker had gotten there, it was too late. Whumpee was found dead on the floor of Whumper's basement, blood pooling around them and a knife plunged deep into their chest. Whumper was close by them, their neck slit open as they slowly bled out.

No one ever found who killed who.

Attention!

I’ve played around with making websites for a while and thought hey, why not have a community site for just the whump community?

So I’m making it now for fun, but I may actually link it here for others to join if people are interested.

It’ll be interactive, with everybody able to make their own profile, people will be able to share prompts and snipets of their work and it will all be sorted by category. They can communicate with other whumpers.

AND they’ll be able to post their longer stories/chapters, and that’ll have it’s own section on their profile to make it easy to find for them and others.

Anybody interested?

Imagine whips, but with heat

Your whumpee is hanging by the rafters by rope around his wrists, dangling with his toes barely touching the ground.

Or he’s tied to a pole, miserable with the rough texture of the wood or the cold chill of the metal against his chest

And the whumper has a whip ready, but it’s not the usual kind. It’s made up of metal chains. Thin enough so it’s easy to swing through the air, but thick enough that the metal doesn’t melt when it’s heated up. Is it heated just enough as a warning to whumpee? Or is it hot enough that the whumper can feel the heat radiating off of it when his hand comes within a few inches?

Either way, whumpee is in for a new kind of pain

Warning: Sacrifice, [mentioned] torture, begging.

"It's either you or them, Caretaker. Choose wisely."

"Them," Caretaker muttered after a long pause, never daring to look at Whumpee as the word slipped from their lips. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, but I- I can't. I can't."

"It's okay," Whumpee whispered. They numbly settled their head against Caretaker's shoulder, a single tear slipping down their cheek as they were pulled into the biggest embrace they could possibly have imagined. They could feel them trembling violently beneath their touch. "I understand."

Still, Caretaker sobbed softly against their shoulder, repeating the words 'I'm sorry' over and over again until their voice was hoarse. They refused to let Whumpee go, even when Whumper tried to pull them away.

"Each second you make me wait is another minute of torture for them, so I suggest you let go. Don't make things worse."

A long, heartbroken sob left the back of Caretaker's throat as Whumper finally yanked Whumpee out of their grip. They reached out for them again, just missing Whumpee's hand as they were dragged away. "P-please... please. Whumper. Please."

Whumpee clung to Whumper the moment they were picked up, resting their tired head on their shoulder as they silently stared back at Caretaker. The last thing they did was mouth the words 'It's okay' before they were shoved into the backseat of Whumper's car and locked inside.

Caretaker didn't have the will to walk home that night.

Derek’s Back: Part 2

TW: mostly emotional whump/angst, implied prisoner abuse, implied eating issues, anxiety, referenced med whump, poorly researched international affairs/law

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Jack’s eyes had adjusted to the dark hotel room by now. In one hand, he held a now-cold coffee. His other hand was waging some type of war on his brain. His fingers danced over the bruised skin on Derek’s wrist, not touching the faded splotches, but close. He curled them in, pulling back. Although he couldn’t see Derek’s face from his angle on the floor, he knew that he was staring blankly toward the balcony door. The tension didn’t leave his shoulders, and he jumped at every noise. Jack grew to predict it. He was almost glad that he couldn’t see Derek’s face. Almost.

As the hours crawled by, Jack’s mind raced. 

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Whumpee shuddered, their skin pricked with goosebumps as they felt the icy, honed edge of the blade drag across their neck. Their eyes flitted closed, daring not to breathe as they felt their assailant circle them, like a predator stalking its prey.

They felt eye—a gaze just as sharp as the knife stinging against their throat—bore into the back of their head, tip of the dagger hovering just over their pulse point.

A shaky breath and the blade was biting into their skin, a prick of blood welling from the small wound.

“Well, well, well…” A low voice chuckled, smooth and cold as it slipped through Whumpee’s mind, repeating through their head until that one word filled up every bit of silence, leaving nothing but a deafening roar of echoes.

They shuddered, squeezing their eyes shut as Whumper snaked an arm around their waist, pulling them closer until their lips pressed against their captive’s ear. Hot breath tickled Whumpee’s cheek, their entire body going cold as Whumper held them, utterly silent and utterly still.

“Now what exactly are you doing out here, sweetheart?”

Writing Tips

Descriptions in Between Dialogue

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⤠ how characters interact with the environment

⇝ moving something, picking something up, looking somewhere

⤠ how the environment interacts with the characters

⇝ weather, other character’s actions or movements

⤠ gestures

⇝ facial expressions, body language

⤠ shifts in position

⇝ standing, sitting, leaning, shifting weight, crossing arms/legs

⤠ physical reactions

⇝ body temperature, fidgeting, heart rate, character quirks

⤠ environmental descriptions

⇝ descriptions using the five senses, setting, character’s appearances

⤠ internal dialogue

⇝ emotional reaction to what was said, reflection of past experiences, connections to other characters/settings/actions

➵ I want to reiterate… descriptions using the five senses ; when in doubt, think of the five senses your character is experiencing and pick what best moves the story forward