Just Wanted To Say A Quick Thank You For All The Love And Support Ive Got From The Whumper/Whumpee Lines

Just wanted to say a quick thank you for all the love and support I’ve got from the Whumper/Whumpee lines I posted a while ago. I never thought that it would get this much attention ngl. It gave me a huge confidence boost, you don’t even want to know lmaooo. I will do my absolute best to post more lines, so that ya’ll can read some more good stuff. Anyway, thanks a lot everyone! I really appreciate it😊.

Choking Whump

Hands around the neck or over the mouth and nose

Chokehold (who doesn’t love some manhandling)

Belt around the neck

Pulling tightly on Pet Whumpee’s Collar

Holding Whumpee’s head under water

Smothering

A coarse rope that rubs the neck raw

A thin metal wire that digs into Whumpee’s throat

Barbedwire that doesn’t allow any room for struggling

Could you do a series of lines of a defiant whumpee breaks down over time? I'm having trouble portraying it properly.

First day.

“You think you’re scary? Fine then. Do your worst.”

Fifteenth day.

“H-How long are we gonna be doing this, huh? M-Might– might as well let me go at some po— AGH!”

Thirty-first day.

“Yes, Sir..? Nah, that’s fucking weird, I’m not calling you—...I- I mean.. Y-Yeah. Sorry, Sir.”

Fiftieth day.

“No, no no wait! I- I’m sorry Sir, I’m sorry for mouthing off, just please..don’t...”

???????????th day.

“S-Sir please. No more, I– please. I’ll behave.”

4/17 whump prompts *5 sentences* “Now, now pet, behave,” Oliver said, his fingers dug into the vampire’s back as his cohorts milked the vampire of his venom.

CW: Mouth whump, restrained, captivity, pet whump, creepy whumper, intimate whumper

"Now, behave," Oliver said, his voice somewhere between a growl and a purr, his fingers digging like knives into the vampire's shoulders to hold him still.

The vampire boy whimpered, weakly, pink-tinged tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, staining the whites around his green irises, wide open with fear.

He couldn't stop himself from struggling against the cuffs that held his wrists behind his back, he had to do something, to move in some way. The metal ring forced between his teeth kept his mouth open so wide his jaw was nearly cracking, and if he'd had to breathe to live, it would have been difficult to do so comfortably.

Luckily, he was already dead.

Oliver's other hand found its way into his hair, petting gently, a jarring comparison to the violence of his grip.

The man in front of him leaned over, placing a small dish into his open mouth, angled so the lip of one side caught on his bottom teeth and held there. Then he took a small tool like a q-tip and tipped the vampire's chin up, getting a better look with a little flashlight.

"There we go. I see the glands. Hold him."

Oliver's fingers twisted into coppery hair and held fast.

The tool pressed into the venom gland just behind his fangs and the vampire's whimper turned to a whine and then to a high shriek of pain and discomfort, trying to whip his head from side to side, but he was held too tightly to do more than jerk a little, here and there.

The pain was blinding.

His vision went white, as if staring directly into a heatless sun, and he screamed. Pain sparked in the glands and went straight to his brain, down his spine, to the tips of his toes.

His back arched in a perfect bow. He couldn't feel the ache in his scalp from Sir's hands because the pain of everything else simply overwhelmed it.

Finally, the tool finished prodding first one gland and then the other, the little dish was full to brimming of venom, and the man pulled back and away. He poured the venom into a container that he sealed carefully and labeled.

The vampire boy's sobs, muffled and distorted by his forced-open mouth, filled the room.

"There we go, darlin', all done..." Oliver murmured against his ear, his thumb rubbing at the back of the boy's shoulder as if in comfort. "That wasn't so bad, now was it, lovely?"

The vampire shuddered, and sobbed, and Oliver listened to him and gave a soft, affectionate little laugh.

Then he looked up. "Pull his fangs while we've got him open."

The vampire began to struggle again, desperate and mindless, and Oliver's laugh was louder than the sound of the vampire's fear.

hahaa yo so I made a small trash animatic with my spare because I can’t stop listening to “The Torture Tango” from the musical Spies are Forever. I used an excerpt of music from the song that made me think of our community in the best way lol

(there’s a bit of blood and stab in there if anyone doesn’t like that, but it’s pretty cartoonish so-)

"You're bruised."

"You like when I'm bruised."

Whumper grabbed Whumpee by the throat, pinned them to the wall and sneered in their face.

"I like when I've bruised you." They pressed a thumb into the dark ring around Whumpee's neck, unable to even relish the flinch and gasp from pain that they didn't have a hand in causing.

"Now tell me who."

// w. @zoewhumps