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I'm Roam, I use he/him pronouns, and sometimes I write. My original stuff is tagged as #riting. 18+ please and thanks
Character intros and things you may or may not find here below:
The process of un-binding a terrified whumpee.
Having someone hold them still as they drill/saw a chain off.
Untying them gently to reveal bad bruises and cuts from weeks of fighting.
Whumpee staying still until the second their restrains come off.
Restrains that are actively hurting them.
Rescuers know the restraints are the only thing keeping everyone safe, so they leave them on until sedation kicks in, or whumpee collapses from exhaustion.
Having to move them from chains right on in strapping them down on a gurney.
Whumpee pulling themselves to the end of their chain to keep distance from the strangers in uniform.
whumpee who has to be dragged out of a hiding spot by the chain.
Weak restrains that didn't do much, but it didn't matter because whumpee was kept in an exhausted/drug state to even try anything.
can we just agree that, while flinching is really heartbreaking, going limp is sometimes just so much worse?
Because flinching implies that the whumpee expects violence, while going limp implies that they are used to it
Daily Drabble #158
Cw: noncon
Whumpee was weak, to no fault of their own.
They were greatly malnourished from the few meals they were allowed to eat, and fatigued from lack of movement. Not to mention how physically drained they'd feel after a long torture session or a good beating. All of that very little energy they had was drained right out of them by the end of the day.
So, when Whumper decided to have their way with them after-the-fact, there wasn't anything Whumpee could do besides lay there and take it with sleepy eyes and bruised skin.
Maybe it was better this way. At least like this they were too tired to be disgusted.
hey. whumpee that is physically stronger/more skilled than whumper. but either due to restraints and/or maybe drugging is rendered completely helpless :3. you're stronger than me, aren't you? why aren't you fighting back? aren't you supposed to be competent? :3
"you could push me off if you really wanted to," whumper murmurs to them. their voice is soft, just like their hands, their body on top of whumpee. "you must really like this, huh? otherwise... hell, if you didn't want this, if i was forcing you, if i was raping you, then you'd be justified in killing me, wouldn't you? and you could. you could kill me if you wanted."
whumpee tries to scream. they try to fight. they know they can't, the drugs have taken all of their choices away, all of them, but they try anyway. the most that they can achieve is a quiet, pathetic whimper, and their head rolling to the side, limp and lolling. whumper captures their cheek in a gentle, soft palm, directing whumpee's head until it faces up again.
the kiss is deep, and warm, and horrible. whumpee lays limp and takes it, unable to do anything else. it's... worse, somehow. it's worse than the other places that their bodies are joined with awful, violating, wet heat.
"go on," whumper murmurs against whumpee's lips. "fight me off. you're so much stronger than me. you're so strong." another kiss. tears drip down the sides of whumpee's cheeks. one trickles into whumpee's ear and it itches but they can't do anything about it. "if i'm raping you, kill me for it. you know you could, if you really wanted to."
Friend of Whumpee's absentmindedly mentions to their parent about how much they like Whumpee, and how sad they are that Whumpee is moving away to [college/new job/etc.], and how they wish Whumpee would stay for them instead.
A couple weeks later, Friend's parent, Whumper, presents Friend with a gift: Whumpee, bound and gagged in a cage in the basement.
Whumper who craves connection, intimacy, and love. But all the 'love' they've experienced in their life has been tied to abuse, violation, and manipulation.
When they found Whumpee, they were so excited. Now they can 'love' someone too!
Friend of Whumpee's absentmindedly mentions to their parent about how much they like Whumpee, and how sad they are that Whumpee is moving away to [college/new job/etc.], and how they wish Whumpee would stay for them instead.
A couple weeks later, Friend's parent, Whumper, presents Friend with a gift: Whumpee, bound and gagged.
A defeated enemy bound and forced to kneel in the centre of the camp/base, left like that until someone decides what to do with them, all too aware of the many hostile eyes on them.
"I'm sorry, I've learned my lesson, I won't do it again, just PLEASE." Whumpee sobbed as Whumper bound their arms.
"You're not sorry," Whumper scolded. "You just want to avoid the consequences of your actions. Now hold still."
one thing I LOVE about non-con is whumpee in dishevelled clothing to actually imply that the non-con happened
the collar of their shirt scruffy and uneven
buttons not fully done up
BELTS!! either completely gone or ripped or undone
smudged make-up (or someone else's make up on them)
maybe the way others find out about the SA is because whumpee's clothes slip to reveal a bunch of hickeys/bite marks/bruises
torn or stained clothes in general
haphazardly layered outfits to cover as much skin as possible
or maybe whumpee is found somewhere and from the state of their clothes it is embarrassingly easy to piece together what happened, maybe they try to fix themselves up and the others let them because it is so terribly obvious that no one wants to take away their last shreds of decency
(bonus points if the whumpee usually takes great care to look presentable and being seen in this state is very unusual of them and immediately makes others worried)
Whumper forcing their fingers deep into whumpee's mouth until they choke and gag, over and over. Over time whumpee learns how to breathe past the intrusion, and their gag reflex is slowly trained out.
"I didn't have to do this for you, you know," Whumper tells them in between sessions. "You'll thank me later."
Make your Whumpee tired.
Whumpees that have been deprived of sleep by Whumper, so much so that they don't remember how to walk in a straight line and can't figure out whether the recent appearance of little black bugs in their cell are real or a hallucination.
Whumpees that can't get a full night's rest. They doze off, only to be jolted awake by their own anxiety of not knowing when Whumper would come back. Perhaps they are awakened by phlegm-coated coughs induced by their illness. They are awakened by nightmares, or by Caregiver who is worried they may succumb to hypothermia, or by a thunderstorm, or the rough blanket scratching their open wounds, or so on.
Whumpees who pull all nighters to protect their friends or lovers.
Whumpees whose eyes burn when they finally can close their eyes. Whumpees whose muscles twitch, who can't stop yawning no matter how hard they try to stifle it. Whumpees with dark, glassy eyes. Whumpees who are slow to react or have a hard time keeping up with the conversation. Whumpees with throbbing headaches. Whumpees with brain fog and memory loss.
Whumpees who have been on the run and have over exhausted their bodies. Their muscles and joints continue to scream long after its over. Whumpees with extensive blood loss. Whumpees who are malnourished.
Whumpees whose survivor's guilt keeps them awake, wondering what they might have done differently, whether it was all their fault, or why they were the ones to live.
Whumpees whose bodies are in chronic pain or illness and who have to hide it, causing muscle and mental fatigue. They keep going with a smile until they collapse or pass out.
Whumpees who break down in tears, begging to be left alone so they can rest. Whumpees who sob when they are told that the bed in front of them is theirs to use whenever they want.
child assassin whose main birthday present/celebration is being "finally old enough for" their first kill. they knew it was coming (though they tried not to be presumptuous), and they tossed and turned with a pit in their stomach the night before. but everyone's nervous before a big milestone, right? once Whumper is there, so proud and excited for them, it's easier to be properly excited and grateful too.
i think it's compelling if this isn't an overtly evil and harsh 100% of the time whump setting (though i do love a pedal to the floor evil scenario). i'm stuck on the thought of Whumpee getting, like. cake. a genuine celebration with their caregivers (whumpers). presents, but clearly things tailored towards their assassin role; weaponry and associated equipment, exercise gear, etc. presents for the person Whumpee is expected to be. and of course, "getting to" kill someone, framed as an honour and in fact a treat.
kneeling and pet-style dehumanisation happening to a dangerous whumpee who could super easily physically overpower whumper is soooo special to me. the implications. the level of physical and/or psychological violence and power that must have been leveraged to get this degree of submission, from them...
it's fascinatinggg like you've either won their complete loyalty or you're somehow forcing their hand. and it begs the question HOW??? What Did You Do...
Whumpee who is so, so casual about whumpy things.
Who understands that they're supposed to bow their head when demeaned and humiliated but doesn't feel upset.
Who knows, logically, that they're being deprived of basic needs, but feels like they can manage alright without.
Who flinches in anticipation of pain and then sighs, exasperated, at their own reaction- they should be used to it by now.
Who keeps living, perhaps even keeps smiling, in a way entirely incongruous with their situation.
caretaker who thinks whumpee kind of deserved what happened to them because whumpee was a terrible, rotten person. every wince induced by caretaker's rough treatment of their wounds, every moment of peaceful sleep interrupted by nightmares brings caretaker a sick sense of satisfaction. caretaker hates whumpee. but, for some reason, they feel like they have to take care of them, which causes a lot of internal conflict. (yum)
or, an alternate version of this: maybe whumpee has had rumours and stories spread about them being a terrible person, which caretaker believes. as a result, caretaker is always rough with whumpee, carelessly treating them and ignoring every protest of pain.
whumpee deserves it, after all, don't they? so caretaker ignores their pleas and promises that they aren't who everyone says they are. and when caretaker eventually discovers the truth, the guilt consumes them.