Ah, Thats A Lot Of Blood You Got There

My Beautiful commission I got done of my oc Ashton by @mozzy-rozzie !!

Everyone should go follow her she’s great

This is my main whump oc, I wanna put him through a meat grinder/affectionate

"why is everyone else allowed to break the rules!? Why is everyone else allowed to be angry?!? Why is everyone else allowed to make me feel like shit while I'm not allowed to fucking raise my voice?!?!? Why are they allowed to do whatever they want without getting in trouble?!? Why are they all fucking allowed to break the rules while I'm the one who gets punished for their disobedience! It's not fucking fair!!!!?"

"whumpee, hey, calm down. Let just take some breaths,"

"Dont FUCKING tell me what to do!!!"

You know what I realized that I really love? Intelligent whumpees. Whumpees that have a bright future ahead of them, who have the potential for greatness. They're always reading and always itching to learn something new.

And then all of that is taken away. They get kidnapped and suddenly reduced to a stupid pet, a worthless object, or - my personal favorite - a pleasure slave.

Then, when they're eventually rescued, they lose all confidence in their intelligence. Every mistake they make is just proof to themselves that they're too stupid to be worth anything. Their dreams of going to an ivy-league school are gone, replaced with their unrelenting need to be quiet and obedient. Their affinity for learning has been destroyed by the mentality that they're more useful as an empty-headed slave.

They've been completely destroyed, and the greatness they once seemed destined for is now nothing but a distant, impossible fantasy.

Whump dialogue prompt:

Whumper: Do you want to do this?

Whumpee: *Hesitates*

Whumper: Tell me the truth. I’ll know if you’re lying

Whumpee: *Shakes head* No, Sir

Whumper: *Reaches out and gently caresses Whumpees face* Good. Now get on the bed

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He’s my oc I have to whump him, he has been through so many horrors

Thinking about defiant whumpee being held down while a muzzle is forcibly strapped over there face

Whumper grabbed their arm, twisting it painfully behind their back. If he pulled any harder it would probably snap.

With that Whumpee heard a clink, and another thief arm painfully stuck in that position as Whumper proceeding to bend them over a table and hook them to it ask well.

Despite it all, Whumper was humming throughout the whole process. A sick little game of theirs as Whumpee shook and shook in their newfound restraints attempting to get free. Whumper actually started laughing. “You think this is funny you fuckkng bastard!” Whumpee screams, pulled harder and harder at their chains even if it meant strangelyibg themselves slightly.

Whumper was surprisingly calm, walking back over to Whumpee with their hands behind their back. “I’ve got just the thing to correct that little tongue of yours.

clamp. A metal clamp snapped over Whumpees tongue holding down completely, light metal prongs pinched all over whumpees skin, forcing their mouth shut. And worse of all, the leather strap tiring it to their face, it would defiantly leave a mark.

Whumper smiled, pleased with himself. “From now on, you eating and drinking privileges as well as speaking, are nonexistent. Don’t worry dear Whumpee, I’ll keep you alive somehow” a bigger smile flashed, “hope you like needles”

Hello??? This is so good??? Thank you for blessing me with your incredible work

Fucking HOUSE MD, I guess yeah, he rarely lets someone actually die, but I am going to go through the horrors

guards! chain the thief by his wrists to the wall! not for my enjoyment but uh. as. A Public Warning!

“You alright? Have a nightmare again?”

“Yeah….”

“Same old or a new one?”

“Same old.”

“Why don’t you lay on the couch and I’ll make us some breakfast? Maybe you’ll sleep better out here.”

he is touching vik’s lil mole above his lip :3

—Fyodor Dostoevsky

Recovering Whumpee in one of those mobile games where you have to fix up someone’s hair and their little scrapes and then dress them up in a pretty outfit

Caretaker got whumpee like this

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“I bought you to enjoy you. But, that doesn’t mean I enjoy being cruel towards you.”

Whumpee’s chin was guided up by two gentle fingers, and his eyes met Whumper’s for only a moment.

“You’re a toy. Not a punching bag.”

Whumper overestimates how much torture Whumpee can take. The once-defiant Whumpee is broken and catatonic, not speaking or reacting to anything anymore. And Whumper isn't happy about it. Though they loathe to admit it, they liked Whumpee's defiance. It was entertaining. Whumpee was entertaining. With them not speaking anymore, Whumper realizes that they miss the sound of Whumpee's voice. The snarky little comments, the sarcastic jokes, the curses screamed in rage.

Now Whumper is desperate to get the old Whumpee back. They're being extra "nice," giving Whumpee medical treatment and food, anything to make them go back to how they were before. Anything to fix their favorite toy.

Because like it or not, Whumper doesn't have anyone else.