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villain tries to push themself up from the ground, but they falter and hit the floor and hero starts to help them.
villain pushes them away and spits on the floor in front of their boots, "don't act like you're trying to help me. don't act like you're not happy to see me like this."
"you could've stayed," villain says, looking at the ground. "I really needed you and you just-"
"I had to get out." hero defends, "i just couldn't take it anymore."
"and I could? after you left, it all fell on me. they said it was my fault you left, my fault. and supervillain never let me forget it."
whumpees who engage in sexual relationships with their whumpers for survival. it’s not like they’re being raped, they’re choosing to engage in this… right?
Whump scenario that's been on my mind recently...
CW: Noncon, torture
The bones of this could work in several settings, but let's say royal whump. Whumpee is either a ruler or heir. Whumper has conquered Whumpee's kingdom, and taken Whumpee captive, "marrying" Whumpee to further legitimise their conquest. Whumpee is stripped of all power and now a puppet ruler. And on top of that, Whumper sexually abuses Whumpee. Whumpee is kept in the lap of luxury, but they can't leave Whumper's palace and they're basically Whumper's sex slave.
Whumpee is initially defiant, and after a few nights, Whumper takes them to the basement/dungeon/etc to meet Whumper's other high-profile prisoner, and "see exactly how good they have it".
this is going to be broad, but can i read about your whumpees who have hidden trauma and having it be accidentally revealed in some way?
Hallway, pt. 1
Chapter 3 of JACKPOT (Masterlist)
Previous - Next
CW: Institutionalized slavery, pet whump, dehumanization, ‘it’ as a pronoun for whumpee, conditioned/brainwashed whumpee, implied dubcon, self deprecation/demeaning, shock collar, fear of abandonment, shitty writing, whumpee is basically a sex slave for rent so once again be warned please
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37 knows better than to beg. What right does it have to want the pain to stop? None. And so it remains quiet, at least for a while. The pet eyes the locked white door anxiously.
The collar goes off again, jolting it out of its thoughts. You will not cry.
It isn’t to leave the bed. 37 was told this very clearly before the handlers left. It cannot under any circumstances leave the bed in the middle of the otherwise empty room. It wasn’t given permission to lie down either, so it sits. No matter how badly it wants to crawl over to the door and scratch and bang and scream against it for somebody, for anybody to come back and-
Another shock. It lets out a small noise this time, something from the back of its throat that somehow managed to slip past its guard. It’s been getting harder and harder to stay silent. At first it had tried using the shocks to figure out how much time was passing, but learned quickly that they don’t come at exact intervals. It should have known better than to try that anyways.
The shocks are painful, but they pale in comparison to the time in between. Every second feels like a lifetime, the loneliness so oppressive that it can feel it seeping into every nook and cranny of its soul. Last time it was left alone it didn’t see its handlers for days. How long would it be this time? Had it been days already?
Another shock. At first it had been grateful for the lights. It hates being left in the dark; however after a while the sterile fluorescent buzzing above its head became another part of its torture.
How long has it been crying? It doesn’t remember exactly when it decided it wasn’t worth the effort to hold it in, but it must have.
Another shock. And another. And another.
And probably another any second now. The feeling of waiting, not knowing when it’ll happen next is agonizing. It wraps its arms around its body as tight as it can, desperately attempting to convince itself that it’s in someone else’s arms; that it isn’t alone. Alone. Its body shakes with sobs as it imagines the feeling of a handler’s hand in its hair, their body up against it. It’s so fucking cold here, and every inch of its skin aches to feel the warmth of another. You don’t deserve it.
Another shock. It’s on the floor now at the door, sobbing against it. When did that happen?
“Please.. please, please sir c-come-come back please,” it cries. The guilt is overwhelming, but it can’t hold it in any longer. “I’m s-sorry I’m sorry I can be better I-“
Worthless. Cant even keep quiet alone- they’re not coming back. Nobody is coming for you.
37 curls up on its side at the door, the lights blindingly bright above it. Whatever test this was, it surely failed. They’re never coming back, they’ll leave it here to be alone forever. It should have known it was a lost cause when they brought it back in, they probably never intended to resell it in the first place. 37 misses it’s master. It can’t remember him, but it remembers feeling good. Loving him.
You weren’t good enough to be loved back. That’s why you’re here.
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37 is jolted awake in an instant as it feels a hand roughly yanking its collar. It has no time to get its bearings before falling off of the bed and scrambling to keep up with the figure angrily dragging it across the dark hotel room.
“..I fucking told you to be quiet,” the man spits through gritted teeth. Had it woken him up? 37 is almost blinded by the light as it’s thrown into the lit hallway outside of the room. “Out! That’ll teach you to shut the fuck up.”
The pet’s head is still spinning as the door swings shut in its face. What’s going on? After a few moments it manages to clear its head enough to think, and then the panic sets in. It must have woken him- it woke a guest up with its pathetic whining. This is bad. Very bad.
Breathe. In, and out. Good pets don’t panic.
Good pets also don’t wake up the fucking guests. 37 wants to cry, but it can’t bear the thought of adding to its list of offenses; the guilt is already overwhelming. After a moment of processing, it fully realizes its situation. 37 is standing in the hall with nothing but its collar. It doesn’t know what floor it’s on and it isn’t allowed back in the room.
Do not cry. Do not cry. Nobody wants to fuck a crying mess.
The hallway feels unnaturally still, the evenly spaced doors extending to where the hall turns on either side with unnatural uniformity. It’s never been thrown out like this before.. 37 has no idea what it’s supposed to do and it’s so alone.
All it can do is kneel and wait for the next shock that it knows won’t come.
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Jackpot, Pt. 3
Chapter 18 of JACKPOT (Masterlist)
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CW: institutionalized slavery, pet whump, dehumanization, ‘it’ as a pronoun for whumpee, conditioned/brainwashed whumpee, implied dubcon, people who suck, whumpee is basically a sex slave for rent so if you’ve made it this far you know what you’re in for
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Gage seems taken aback for a moment.
“Why?”
“I just… want to buy him”. Alex isn’t sure how to best explain it without sounding ridiculous. It doesn’t sound ridiculous, does it? “I just- I just wanted to. Will you sell him to me?”
“I didn’t think you were into that sort of thing.” Gage says, his tone still genuinely surprised.
“It’s not about that!” Alex exclaims, already exasperated.
“Then what is it about?”
“I- look, can you sell him to me or not? I’ll pay whatever the WRU would.” He asks after a pause, clearly unwilling to explain further. I don’t think he’d get it. Gage clearly still doesn’t understand what this is all about.
“Ok, yeah, fine.” Part of Alex still isn’t thrilled at the thought of dropping so much money on this, but he knows this is more important than that.
“What’s happening?” Eric asks as he enters from the other room, followed by Jackson.
Fuck. They’ll understand if I explain it.
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37 feels sick to its stomach. Part of it is due to the lack of food- it hasn’t been fed in a while, how long exactly it isn’t sure. The other part is due to the scene unfolding a few feet away, around the corner in the other room.
Good pets dont eavesdrop.
37 isn’t a very good pet, and it can no longer stop itself from thinking as it hears the man who had bombarded it with strange questions just an hour before offer to buy it from its new owner. The thought of changing hands again so soon is terrifying; he would be its fourth owner. Four is too many. Maybe if an owner doesn’t even use the pet it doesn’t count? 37 doesn’t know enough to be sure. Regardless, the thought of being sold before even really interacting with its master is disheartening in a new kind of way. Even damaged goods can get acknowledged; does it at least deserve that?
No.
The answer should be obvious. 37 doesn’t deserve anything. It reminds itself of this often. The two men talk for several minutes discussing prices. Its potential new owner- Alex- sounds very adamant. It doesn’t know what to make of that. He had offered to pay the same as the WRU, so there’s no way he just plans on sending it in… which means he must have some other reason. Something 37 doesn’t know.
Paying attention is becoming harder now as the panic slowly spreads throughout it. This is too much. It’s all too much. 37 diverts all of its effort to breathing, keeping its rhythm the way it’s supposed to. In, out. Don’t listen. Whatever happens, happens. Good pets don’t think.
37 hears the conversation becoming heated. The other two men had already joined in by now.
“…and I don’t want him to end up somewhere worse! Maybe I’m not the fucking weird one for wanting to help someone!” Alex’s voice is getting louder. The pet barely even registers what he’s actually talking about. He sounds frustrated and angry. That’s not good.
It wants to cry. It’s wanted that more in the past 48 hours than it has in a long time, but now especially. 37 doesn’t know how to behave properly anymore. Good pets Love their owners, and 37 hasn’t had to love anyone in a long time. Even if it was properly trained and prepared again, 37 is just bad. It knows that no matter who it ends who with, no matter what their intentions are it won’t be long before they realize what’s wrong with it and then it’ll all be over. That’s probably what happened last time.
“Hey,” Alex’s voice reminds it of where it is.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
It’s crying. It didn’t even realize. It does its best to regain composure, but he definitely notices.
“Uh- I’ve gotta make a couple phone calls and get this all sorted out, but you’re gonna come with me. Is- is that okay?” He asks. He obviously saw the tears. For a brief moment 37 wishes it could die on the spot; but that would probably be incredibly inconvenient for its new owner anyways. It nods after a moment (too long).
“Of course, sir.” It manages to keep its voice level. Its first interaction with its second new master of the day and it’s already ruined it. Judging by his reaction, he likely has some other plans for 37 in mind. If he was buying it for himself this behavior wouldn’t be tolerated.
“Okay.” He responds, a bit awkwardly before returning to the other room to do whatever it is he needs to. Meanwhile, the world collapses in on itself with 37 in the middle. The room is swaying back and forth like it sometimes does when things go very bad. This is going to be the end- he’s going to get rid of it somehow. 37 is too stupid to figure out exactly how.
Bad pet. Stupid. Ugly. Useless.
It doesn’t want to try. It just wants to be far away. It turns its eyes to the window and to the beautiful sky that would stretch on forever and ever if it wasn’t abruptly cut off by the tops of buildings. 37 wishes it could be beautiful too.
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Beloved Whump Prompt #157
"I could have Whumpee kill themselves right here and now. Or maybe I'll have them kill you. Slowly and brutally, covering their body in your blood. And then I'll release the mind control and let them see what they've done. I probably won't have to kill them myself then."
I love it when Whumpee is leaning on things. They're dizzy, nauseous, in too much pain to stand, or just plain tired, and they can't get by without some kind of support.
Leaning on cabinets and against walls in people's houses. Propping their head up with their hands at the dining table. Steadying themself against a banister on the stairs. Holding on to the post of the traffic light for dear life while they wait to cross the road because if they stand still unsupported they will fall to the ground.
It's such a small display of I am not feeling good, but once another character notices it becomes so obvious. This person is weak and vulnerable. Either I can help them, or I can hurt them further. It's not like they're in any position to stop me.
Beloved Whump Prompt #158
Medic Caretaker who has several team members to treat and wait until last with Stoic Whumpee because they seem the most fine. Bloody but fine (they're all bloody, most of it not their own). Just to lift up their shirt to see a huge about-to-pass-out-from-blood-loss kind of wound.
"What the hell, Whumpee, why didn't you say something?!"
i agree so much about making your blorbos pathetic but i do fear that many take this to mean 'make them more traditionally feminine/submissive' which genuinely hurts my soul. make your blorbos pathetic in interesting character-oriented ways. understand their neuroses and turn the dials up to eleven. juxtapose the parts of life they handle extremely well with the parts of their lives that make them eat shit. make them angry. make them cold. make them pave their own way to hell while building walls preventing them from seeing any other way. please i'm begging you no more pathetic as an euphemism for bottoming im gonna mclose it.
@pangur-and-grim You did a good job I think with Cameron and Merulo :3
"I wish I could've been like you. Feral. Unfeeling."
Whumpee laughs, almost a snarl.
"Once you break like me, there's no going back. But you don't seem to understand. Not being able to scream... it's excruciating. "
Beloved Whump Prompt #156
"Your mind control only works on one person at a time."
"That's true. But as long as I have Whumpee under my control, you will also do what I tell you to, won't you?"
IM SHAKING IM SHAKING IM SHAKING
❗️AU❗️
Lawrence and Derek
Whump Prompt #3
Whumpee whose been kept in restraints for an extended period of time and it's affecting their movement even though they're free now:
Walks with short, shuffling steps because their ankles were chained together
Keeps their wrists close together because they're used to wearing handcuffs
Only reaches for things as far as their chains would have let them
Panics when people walk too far ahead because they're used to be dragged on a leash
Sleeps sitting up because they never had enough slack to lie down
Does Caretaker realise why whumpee is behaving like this or do they need it spelling out?
They don't fully believe whumpee, at first.
Sure, they were hurt. Horrifically, even. There's no denying the scars. But the things they describe? There's just no way someone could do such horrific things to a person, and there's no way a person could walk away from that. There must be embellishments, hyperbole, some misremembering.
Then they find the tapes.
