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poetry-in-blood-and-brain-matter · 5 days

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Telling the Truth

Whumpees who are forced to reveal important information that endangers the people they care about

Truth Serum:

how do they take the serum- swallowing or injection

The physical intimacy of forcing whumpees jaw open, whumper pushing their finger into the hinges of whumpees jaw, and holding their nose there forced to swallow

Injection, either quick needle jab or a slow IV drip

the fear of whumpee not knowing what it is until its too late

or knowing exactly what is being done to them and still not being able to stop them

Supernatural/fantasy- beings that cannot tell lies

maybe their truth-telling was always a point of pride, but after being kidnapped its turned against them

maybe they liked being a trickster and subtly manipulating people but still (always) telling the truth

or- its always been something that never benefitted them but it was never used against them in such a way

whumpee answers vaguely while there anxiety climbs as whumpers questions get more specific forcing whumpee to reveal more and more

Both:

maybe they bite there tongue untill it bleeds(or clean off)

clenching their jaw till it hurts

long term guilt or self-loathing

#ofc physical torture is always a classic but sometimes this is much richer#whump#whump community#whump blog#whump ideas#whump prompts#whump scenario#whumpblr#truth telling#truth serum

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poetry-in-blood-and-brain-matter · 2 months

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That'll shut him up.

Day 8 @figuwhump drawing!

#nsfwhump#kinda?#whump#étienne#whump art#tw needles#tw piercings

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poetry-in-blood-and-brain-matter · 2 months

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noncon/nsfw whump prompts

whumper is obsessed with whumpee

a. "look at me, my love. look. at. me."

b. whumper f*cking whumpee as punishment for 'asking for it' from someone else.

c. micro-managing clothes on whumpee. either whumpee looks exactly how whumper wants them to look like, or they wear nothing at all.

d. body worship. except whumpee is asleep. (taking pictures is also preferred).

spiteful whumper who wants to get back at caretaker

a. f*cking whumpee in front of caretaker ofc. but my favorite is letting other (hopefully several) whumpers touch whumpee in front of caretaker.

b. for every mistake caretaker makes, whumpee spends one more night in whumper's bed. also manipulating whumpee enough to start hating caretaker.

c. caretaker loses a bet and whumper asks for whumpee, knowing caretaker loves whumpee. even more brutal if whumpee gets angry at caretaker.

d. record whumpee and make caretaker listen to it. exquisite if whumpee is actually screaming in pain.

whumpee conditioned to want whumper

a. begging for it just so they can have a proper meal and shower afterwards.

b. begging for it from a horrified caretaker oof.

c. whumpee becoming scared when whumper starts going rough for the first time.

d. whumpee getting jealous when whumper dotes on a different whumpee right in front of them.

whumper who loves nsfw punishment

a. counting. very common for a reason. counting how long they can wait, counting how many spanks, rounds. you name it.

b. making whumpee hypersensitive with no touch and sound and vision for weeks, only to break them down with sex.

c. playing mind games with whumpee!! each wrong answer makes whumpee's situation progressively worse!

d. sticking something inside whumpee and then punishing them when whumpee inevitably slips in public.

#just whumper things#nsfwhump#whump blog#intimate whumper#whump writer#whump scenario#whumpblr#whump prompts#whump ideas#pet whump#starvation#whump community#whump#multiple whumpers#touch deprivation

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poetry-in-blood-and-brain-matter · 2 months

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The whump community is filled with freaks.

But they're MY freaks.

#/affectionate

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poetry-in-blood-and-brain-matter · 7 months

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Carly

(My first post with a community tag so I don't have to do the read more in the first line already. Exciting)

Tyler's colleagues learn what happened.

[Tyler's story]

Content: sad*stic whumper pov, BBU, vague bbu typical noncon/dubcon, language, recorded/photographed whump, handler turned whumpee. Mostly anticipation though, but the pov is... intense.

The phone on the coffee table vibrates, and Carly Thompson lazily reaches out from the couch to get it, elbow hitting the head of 324 working between her legs. He doesn't stop though. 'Course he doesn't. He's pathetically grateful that she took him home with her. Dumb thing.

'Look what the cat dragged in.' pops up on her screen, followed by a photo.

With a flick of her thumb, Carly unlocks the phone. It's her work chat group. The small, exclusive one, that not everyone is invited to. Only the ones that can handle some rule bending, and stomach the dirtier sides of their job.

Not puss*es like Tyler Parker, that jerk who lost it last night over Carly messing with the new pet lib c*nt. He'd been shaking like a virgin seeing his first tit. And then messed up so hard, that Carly couldn't even harvest what she'd so carefully prepared.

At least that text promises some fresh meat over at the facility. The photo is ominous, the upper body of a well trained dude laying on white tiles, ripped T-shirt over pretty pecs, skin covered in fresh bruises shaped like the handlers' batons.

Carly lets out a short whistle. Cute.

Between her legs, the pet looks up, hoping for some affection. She snaps her fingers and points down. "Go on, Marcus. Never said you're getting a break, did I?"

Obediently, he bows his head down, and Carly can't help but moan when his tongue finds her core again.

'Give him one from me.' she texts back. 'Got more pics?'

'Get over here. Promise, you'll want to deliver that yourself.'

Marcus flicks his tongue, and Carly's back arches. She closes her eyes for a second. Yeah. Marcus is good. Better than driving back to the facility in the middle of the night. She'll not put in any overtime, unless she's handsomely paid for it.

She's typing a reply, when the next photo pops up.

Same dude. A wider angle, this time. Tall. Muscular. Unconscious it seems, tied up in one of the training rooms. Plastic shock collar around his neck. Good look on a man. Blond hair, tied up in a messy bun.

This time, the warm shiver running through her core isn't Marcus' doing.

Tyler Parker tied up on a facility training table.

It's a prank, probably, but damn her if she isn't here for that bait.

She deletes her message and writes another, one word only.

'coming.'

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poetry-in-blood-and-brain-matter · 1 year

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the twist is that obvious whumpee and whumper/whumpee are lovers- or whatever whumper/whumpee does to obvious whumpee, that doesnt happen to their lover

whumper that is just as much of a whumpee as the person they keep locked in a cell. whumpee was confused at first, whumper seemed to turn green when they first drew a blade across their skin, whumpee is sure they heard the sound of vomiting once they were back in their cell. they’re still frightened, still shake and fight back whenever whumper comes with their new toys, but there’s something- something about whumper that whumpee just can’t understand.

it starts to make sense when whumper stretches to remove whumpee’s chains, bandages peaking out from under their shirt. there are days where whumpee seems more frightened than whumpee, when they step into their cell with a black eye and bruised hands they know didn’t come from their last session.

“i’m so sorry.” whumper says one day, bruised hand shaking as they grab their pliers.

#oh neat#neat idea#hidden injury reveal#hidden injury#whumper#whump ideas

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poetry-in-blood-and-brain-matter · 1 year

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all the leaves are brown (alllllll the leaaaaves are brown)

#all the things she said#(all the things she said)

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poetry-in-blood-and-brain-matter · 1 year

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poetry-in-blood-and-brain-matter · 1 year

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#anger#web weave#web weaving#quotes#peotry#poetry#images

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poetry-in-blood-and-brain-matter · 1 year

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When the whumpee is sure that no one is going to help them, but they plead anyway.

Head down, sobbing, unable to stop no matter how hopeless it was.

Then, a gentle hand. A soft word. An uncomplicated kindness.

And Whumpee looks up with tear stained, shining eyes, at their rescuer.

#this except their rescuer is the new whumper#whumpee belives theyve been saved and doesnt notice untill its too late that the new situation is worse#because while the old whumper was cruel#at least they were honest#whump prompt#whump scenario#rescue#whump prompts#caretaker#whumpee#whump community#whump

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poetry-in-blood-and-brain-matter · 1 year

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sorry but im a sucker for character development. make your defiant whumpee beg and plead, make your harsh leader sob around a gag, make your weakest angry and violent, make your naïve whumpee go through hell. make your team watch as their entire sense of being collapses, make your caretaker unsure of how to care for them now that they’re so different. make your innocent whumpee’s so violent with rage that the team are afraid of them.

#and then make them face who they've become#make their freinds/family see who've they become#show me what their little brother who've only ever known their older sibling to be strong and stubborn and angry#how do they react to seeing them flinch at loud noises or quick hands#show their mom who raised them to be kind and patient watch them break a mans nose just for looking at them the wrong way#show their partner watching their optimist love come back from hell not able to see the bright side anymorw#favourite trope honestly#i cannot stress this enough#whump community#whump blog#whumpblr#whump#whumpee#whump writing#whump prompt#whump tropes#innocent whumpee#defiant whumpee#team whump#writing prompt#whump idea#caretaker#stoic whumpee

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poetry-in-blood-and-brain-matter · 1 year

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Prompt #3390

“Touch him again,” the villain snarled, “and I’ll break your hands one bone at a time.” They looked away from the scum to their bleeding lover, and their snarl softened. “Are you alright?”

“No.”

Their heart sank. “What do you need? What can I do?”

“Break his hands.”

#no because im tired of pacifist protgonists#ones who “just don't want anyone to get hurt”#causing themselves to get hurt#while their lover is an acuall murder#whos practically begging for the chance to get vengeance#give me love protag's who crave violence#who want to see the person who hurt them hurt back#and their villian lovers who are all too willing to oblige#its a beautiful reltionship dynamic#also though for some reasons for the rare few timmes we get this dynamic they either die#the reltionship turns abusive or one (or both) of them heals and no longer turns to violence to solve their problems#the media or afraid is villain couples who love each other and are willing to kill people#prompt#heroes and villains#threat#whump

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poetry-in-blood-and-brain-matter · 1 year

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