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24, They/Them

[rot4melt]

INTRODUCTION

Heyooo. I'm twenty two years old, I go by any pronouns. I'm aroace, emphasis on the ace part.

I newly found the whump community, even though my entire life I've been seeking out/daydreaming about whumpy scenarios. Lol.

At some point I want to try and write whump, but it's a scary thing to dive into immediately (esp since I'm busy with other life issues.)

I like kidnapping related whump, mental institutions whump, hypnosis whump, psychological whump, pet whump, collar whump, labrat whumpee, defiant whumpee, carewhumper, intimate whumper, blackmailer whumper/blackmailed whumpee.

My only biggest squicks are pregnancy and mouth (specifically teeth) related whump.

I wanna get into rping whump, so pls DM me if interested!

I think that's all I have to say!

Works under readmore.

Pieces

It hurts me more than it hurts you

Truths untold count as lies

[luna-azzurra]

What helped me write trauma better is remembering that the nervous system learns predictions. If danger used to come after quiet, calm can feel threatening. If kindness used to come with a price, kindness can feel suspicious. So healing is not just “they know they’re safe now.” Healing is the slow, annoying, deeply unfair process of teaching the body that the old prediction is not always the present truth.

[deerslayer14]

Whumpee being pressed back down mid trying to get up. And I don't even know what's better, face up and boot to the chest, or face down and boot to the upper back

[painwithoutplot]

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...

[painwithoutplot]

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...

[rot4melt]

Those videos that are "10 hours of silence broken up by sound effect" but instead it's used as a torture method against Whumpee, while they're in isolation.

The sound could be anything that triggers them:

their own screams from a previous session

pained sounds of their loved ones

the sound of Whumper yelling their name the way they do whenever they'd torture them

[for-the-ouchies]

The way certain resigned characters with a blade to their throat tilt their head back and close their eyes gets me every time.

[seth-whumps]

"healing" magic that doesn't heal. it only supplements the patient enough to keep them alive through intervention. it just keeps the blood going where it needs to be, it keeps the lungs on a rhythmic cycle, it gives power to the organ systems, consciousness if necessary, et cetera. that way, a lethal injury becomes survivable, if only a healer is there to become their life support while the medics do their job. a deadly poison becomes curable if there's enough magic to keep the heart beating. torture can last forever with the right magic user, willing (or coerced) to keep a victim alive until they break.

[pain-in-the-everywhere]

hotel staff goes to clean whumpee's room after whumpee checks out. whumpee's bedsheets are soaked with blood, and now the staff have to figure out what they're supposed to do about it. try to contact whumpee? call the police? an ambulance? there's no protocol for walking into the aftermath of a torture scene.

[redcarpetwhump]

extra fun if whumpee is a celebrity guest at the hotel, because that adds an extra layer of what the fuck??? to the whole situation.

a random stranger... sure, it's horrible and awful, but it makes more sense than whumpee. famous whumpee who everyone knows and sees in the media all the time. famous whumpee who has clearly been seriously injured yet checked out of the hotel with their team like nothing was wrong, though on second thought maybe they did look a little peaky.

and keeping it from the press... sure, the hotel is well acquainted with anonymity and discretion, but this has to be evidence of a crime. they'll have to tell someone.

[painwithoutplot]

is there Anything better than slamming whumpee's forehead into the edge/corner of a desk in workplace whump ^-^

[painwithoutplot]

and then make them go right back to staring at a computer screen ^-^

[painwithoutplot]

kinda hunched over their desk holding a tea towel full of ice from the break room pressed to their forehead. leaning heavily on their elbows. squinting. two drops of blood on their collar

[painwithoutplot]

they're so out of it that their coworker (who brought them the ice) has to tap them on the shoulder at the end of the day and tell them that, well, day's over, you can go home. they stand up & the world immediately spins & coworker has to catch them

[painwithoutplot]

puking into a wastebasket also, probably. or locked in the bathroom. or on the bus on the way home, pretending it's just from travel sickness

[whumppromptoftheday]

"i'm fine, caretaker. i promise."

"you're not fine. you're actively bleeding out and i'd bet you're less than a minute from passing out. we're going to the hospital."

[whumpster-dumpster]

"You make it very hard to love you and take care of you sometimes but that doesn't mean I've ever stopped or ever will."

[rot4melt]

the way whenever things get bad i wish to be kidnapped so id have an excuse for failing 🪦

[rot4melt]

Carewhumper who kidnaps a depressed, sucidal artist whumpee with the promise of keeping them fed and healthy if they just make art for them

[whumpsoda]

Our Secret

Wow I haven’t done a nameless drabble in actually so long. Idek how this came up I just got the urge and had to write it… hope u enjoy :3

cw: mind control, hero/villain whump, hero whumpee, pet whumpee, conditioned whumpee

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He’s big and he’s tall, much larger than Villain, with his face smothered by his master’s lap as he kneels beside the seat. 

It’s embarrassing, very much so, but there’s not much Hero can do about it but pretend it’s not happening the way it is. Even if his mind is scattered into bits and pieces by this point, he still holds the capacity to use an imagination. 

Today, he thinks of himself as a dog, a good boy that listens and is obedient and doesn’t get hurt. Villain holds tight on his collar still, although Hero knows he won’t do anything stupid. For just a moment Hero can buy into the idea that he’s a puppy, well loved and cared for, tagging along with his owner to a bustling event. That might just get him through the evening.

In reality, which is not too far off from the dream he’s in, Hero has long been under the ownership of Villain, his now called master. There’s not always much love and care, but Hero is always a good boy. It is an event, one he wasn’t informed the details of. No one tells their dog things that don’t concern them. Only commands and orders, ones Hero will follow dutifully.

It wasn’t always like that between them. In the early days Hero would fight and refuse, unbeknownst to him the days that would fold ahead. It’s a blur now, especially the times even before that when Hero thought he was someone. A person even, with a face and mind he can barely recall. Villain has taught him many things since then, among those being the cold, hard fact that Hero is not human. He’s less than, just a showdog to be put into place.

Hero’s okay with that now. He’s come to terms with his fate, the fact that this is what he was meant for. Both of them know he's fairly good at it, even if he commonly makes dumb mistakes. It only makes sense that a stupid mutt like himself would mess up sometimes.

Villain’s hand, cold and clammy, draws along his cheek in circles. Villain barely notices he’s doing it, caught up in conversation Hero isn’t awake enough to keep up with. It’s nice. It tells him that there will always be a chance to be spared some sort of reward, even if they’re scarce. Hero will remain grateful, knowing that he could be living a far worse reality.

The soft, silk fabric of Villain’s top hugs his face, and he buries himself into Villain’s legs. Right now everything is warm and calm, even with the bubbling party chattering around them. All that matters to Hero is the touch and the heat, making the room less cold and terrifying. Dogs that don’t mess up get pet. Sometimes, dogs who get pet get loved, a wish that seems far out of reach, yet still dreamable. 

Everything is sort of fuzzy, like the room and the lights, but they’re always slightly that way. Villain says he’s received enough trauma to the head to do that among other things, but he’s kind enough to keep Hero anyway. 

Arm heavy, Hero manages to brush over his legs, patting the hem of his boxers, the knowing of his lack of clothing curling his stomach. He should be used to it by now, most of his time is spent in only boxers, but it continues to be an unusual feeling. Villain says clothes are for people, and being uncomfortable with that will earn him punishment. Hero will have to get used to it.

“I just-,” a woman says out of sight, gushing, “I can’t believe you’ve gotten him so under control, Villain. This is incredible.” Hero knows she’s talking about him, but refuses to be bothered by it. There’s no use in getting self conscious. Dogs don’t do that.

Villain’s voice rolls off his tongue, sweet and smooth. “So I’ve heard.” He tugs on the leash a little, pulling on Hero’s neck, who promptly ignores the slight choke. “I won’t say it was easy.”

Hero wishes it would’ve been simple, that he would’ve given up with hardly a fight. Maybe Villain would like him more. Maybe the adjustment wouldn’t have been so difficult.

A man chimes in this time. “How'd you do it? Get the lead hero wrapped around your finger like that?” 

Lead hero.

That was his title at one point in time. He doesn’t think about it much, because then his belly hurts. Obviously that wasn’t the spot for him, and this role is much better suited.

Villain chuckles in amusement, raspy. “That’s a secret I can’t share, my friend.” One finger twirls through Hero’s hair, and he leans into it, silently begging for more. “Hero is one of a kind, you see, and I can’t just let anyone know of his training, now can I?”

He can see one of the villains pout, disappointed with the answer. “Can’t you show us anything? Something you’ve trained him to do.”

Thinking, Villain pats Hero on the chin. “I mean, I haven’t taught him much, to be completely honest.” Hero is sure he’s being humble. He would have to have six hands to be able to count all of the things Villain’s taught him. “I suppose I could give a short show, though.” 

Yanked up by his collar, Hero is barely startled by the pull, rather allowing his vision to focus on his master. Villain’s cheeks are sunken in that charming way of his, dimples popping with his smile. Never would Hero admit that he often missed the times when he was deemed attractive, when people would fawn over his appearance. No one thinks a dog is especially pretty.

Hero knows the trick Villain is preparing before a movement is made, just by the shift in the air between them. 

Villain leans in, catching Hero’s spit in his throat, winding in a way that makes it hard to breathe. His thoughts pop like bubbles. His limbs slack and tense at the same time. Fingers brush Hero’s jaw, thumb caressing his cheek in a kiss of juicy ownership. 

“I am owned.” He starts, and otherwise makes no movement. Words precise and factual, he makes not a single stutter. His voice flows out heavily, teatheting his body and mind to his master.

Villain’s smile carefully calms, but their faces are still locked. Hero stifles a gasp when his master’s hand finds his adam’s apple, tickling the spot. “I am obedient.” He confesses robotically.

The space is silent, villain’s hanging on his every word. They’re unimportant to Hero, background to his everything. 

The sensation of his master’s power holds him tight, washing through every crack of his brain to keep him focused on Villain and Villain only.

“I am worthless.” 

He’s not sure what his master’s power is - not many people are, including villains - but it matters so little when he’s caught in it. As far as the eye can see is his owner, circling the ideas inside of him and forcing them out. It’s almost as if he hears Villain’s voice alongside his own when the words spill out, but he’s not too sure. He’d much rather continue getting lost in his master’s glittering gaze.

“I am inferior.” 

“I am subordinate.”

“I am grateful.”

The speech doesn’t stop overflowing, each one following the last in perfect order. He can’t help it. He doesn’t want to, not when he believes each one with his whole being. 

In an instant the blooming life in Villain’s eyes drains, life becoming dull again. Hero craves for more, holding on for as long as he can, as if he could bring the energy or satisfaction back. When his master uses his ability - his gift - on Hero, it’s like everything settles into place. Like everything is right again. Once the fleeting feeling releases, there’s a solid hole in his chest where the belonging once was.

Hero blinks in quick succession once his master turns away, used to Hero’s subpar party trick. The other villains appear rather impressed, fawning over Villain excitedly. 

“Gosh Villain, that was striking!” One starts, face full of surprise.

Another one chimes in. “How in the world have you gotten him to do that? To be so-,” he seems to be at a loss for words, “so entranced?”

Villain chuckles, a slick rasp coating his voice. Hero curls his face back into his master’s lap, searching for a way to ease the distress swirling around his belly. “Top secret, my friends.” He pets Hero on the head, a sign that says both I own you and I won't get rid of just you yet.

Hoping for both to be reality, he hides the slight smile on his lips. 

Hero is alright with being owned. More than alright if he was completely honest, because he knows now that it’s what he’s made for. He’s naturally got a knack for obedience, not to mention the fact that he’s instinctually lower than everyone around him on every level. Appreciation is all he can really give Villain for all he’s done for Hero. Without him he’d still be living a lie, still under the belief that he could navigate life on his own. 

He’s owned.

He’s obedient.

He’s worthless, inferior, subordinate.

He’s grateful.

Hero certainly knows better now. 

[pvtashby]

shoutout to whumper doing whumpees hair against their will. bathing whumpee against their will. cleaning their wounds against their will. clothing whumpee against their will.

i think it's worse when the one doing the hurt is also doing caring. its intimacy but in all the wrong ways and it gives me "the ick" but also huge whumperflies

[pvtashby]

[bladeinmyribs]

Whumpee who was never allowed to think for themself being forced to slowly start making decisions because Caretaker wants them to be their own person.

Caretaker starts off with very small things, always asking This or That questions to keep it easier on Whumpee who clearly doesnt want to do this. "Do you want to sleep on the bed or the floor?", "Would you like eggs or waffles for breakfast?", "Do you want to wear a hoodie or a T-shirt?" - All things that should be easy questions.

Except they're not easy for Whumpee. Every question asked is followed by 5 minutes of silence while Whumpee tries to figure out what Caretaker wants them to say, wanting to make sure they do whatever is "right".

Caretaker respects every choice they make. Whumpee chooses to sit on the floor to eat instead of at the table? Great. Everyone will sit on the floor with Whumpee now. Whumpee wants to wear a hoodie even though it's sweltering outside? No problem. The air conditioner will be on blast.

The first time Whumpee asks for something without being prompted by Caretaker feels like a miracle.

[callithumpwhump]

Whump classics ya just can't beat

Coughing up blood into a hand and then looking at it with shocked/terrified eyes

The Tension™ of one character tenderly patching up another character's wounds and scolding them for being reckless

Apologizing right before passing out

A hand cupped to a forehead to check for fever

A hand going under a jacket or shirt and coming away bloody

Forced to kneel with a sword under their chin

Lying about the severity/hiding of an injury

Collapsing after a big magic spell/magical exhaustion draining them

The comic relief character joking about their trauma/injury to dissuade worry from them

Hero injured/collapsing on villians doorstep or vice versa, "I didn't know where else to go"

Being curled on the ground and then kicked in the ribs (literally being kicked while they're down)

Being injected with a needle of drugs/potion by villian that knocks them out

Having a terrible nightmare and waking up with a cry in a cold sweat

Fighting against unconsciousness (unsuccessfully)

'Bonus points if'