#mirror whump

[whumpasaurus101]

“Youre nothing, Whumpee, do you seriously think they could love you like this?”

Whumpee’s eyes finaly met their own in the mirror. They looked like a monster. Dried blood and bruised littering their pale skin as their glazed eyes had massive black spots underneath them. They could barely recognise themself.

No one could love them like this…a broken mess.

[the-three-whumpeteers]

Ooooh what about a whumper who has a big mirror in the torture room and makes the whumpee watch

This is something I actually don’t see a lot of and I love this so much-

The whumper will force them to watch, otherwise the torture would be worse than it would have been if they had just looked at the mirror.

The whumpee feels nauseous due to how awful they look the whumper loves seeing their reaction every time they play since it’s always so extreme.

The whumpee is forced to watch as their appearance deteriorated through multiple torture sessions. They go from a healthy person to a bloody bruised mess.

[broken-wings-and-whumpy-things]

Whumpvent Calendar Catch-Up - Day 6

These characters are set in the Path verse created by the wonderful @wildfaewhump!

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“Make her stop crying.”

A stroke of fear shot through Aiden, and he couldn’t tell whether the chill was his own or the other Path’s. He pulled his hands away from her arm, only to feel them pressed down again, and he winced under his blindfold. “I said, make her stop crying, Path,” his handler repeated, her voice ringing sharp. The tone spliced the air, and made Aiden flinch with the force of it. 

“I, I don’t think I can-”

“I didn’t ask if you thought you could. I told you to, so do it.”

Aiden swallowed his doubts, feeling them cling and burn, and tried to muster up enough calm to push into the other Path. He scrunched up his eyes under the blindfold, as though that would help his focus, and he felt the girl’s emotions begin to untangle from a scribbled mass of doubt and terror and loss. She still shuddered, the tremor pressing its way through her chest and ebbing into her arms, but it was slowing, it was weakening, and she was calmer. He relaxed, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and started to release his grip. And then, and then he felt something else coming from the Path. Anger. In the absence of grief and fear, indignation and hatred was bleeding into her mind. 

He twitched away, but the pressure of his handler’s gloved hands kept him from escaping the growing presence of anger. “Please, she’s- she’s,” he stammered, which made her anger louder- and his world lost balance as a sharp pain blasted white across his vision. He couldn’t tell whether that was his handler’s gloved correction, or the other Path’s rage-fueled strike, but either way he fell back. 

Then, hands, uncovered and dangerous, gripped his wrist, keeping him from hitting the ground. A flood of painangerhatred crowded everything out, shoving his calmcompliancequietobedience off to the side. Then, another hand grabbed his other wrist, gloved and safe, and it steadied him- and his hand collided with his handler's collarbone. She ripped him away from the other Path, and he spiraled back, and his shoulder hit something solid- making orange spiral across his vision. He felt himself fall, and then he heard his handler’s voice again. 

“Stop changing me,” the other Path’s voice rang, defiant and dangerous.

“Get OFF of me, fucking Path,” she sneered, the venom in her voice multiplying tenfold, and then a pink, sickening thud and crack and then, then nothing. Nothing but the air conditioner humming dimly in the background, the quiet shuffle of his handler moving, and then, the sound of a body being dragged up to the chair she was in before. 

And then, the footsteps started to grow closer. 

“And you,” his handler’s voice spiked in disgust. “What the fuck was that? You were supposed to calm her down, and you hit me! Who trained you, you useless excuse for a Path?”

“I’m, I’m sorry, I, she, she pushed back, and, and, she, she was so sad, and then she was angry, and, and I couldn’t, I-”

“Jesus christ. Shut up and stand, obviously you’re not going to be doing any work right today. We’re going home.”

He slowly got to his feet, silent as his handler gripped his shoulder and maneuvered him forward. He felt the change in air pressure and temperature as the door opened, and he walked blindly forwards. The door shut, and his handler walked him away, past doors and people and Paths, and finally, to the green humidity and pressureless warmth of the outside. A car beeped, a handle clicked open, and she shoved him into the vehicle with a tired "buckle up".

He did as he was told, feeling around for the rough, plastic-y material of the seatbelt, and then scraping his hand around the seat for the buckle. Finally, he connected the two, and hunched over in the back seat as the car rumbled to life. Useless, pathetic failure- couldn't even calm down a single Path. That was his only job, the only thing he ever had to do, and somehow he still managed to screw it up. 

His handler's phone rang. He jumped at the sudden intrusion of the familiar jingle, and the phone was answered.

"Hello? You've reached Inmotus Agencies, my name is Delta, how can I help you?" A pause. "Another rogue Path? Alright, someone will be there within the hour. Thank you for keeping the town safe. Goodbye!"

Something about her words make his blood freeze, but he can't tell what it is. Of course, getting a rogue Path away from people is good. It means they're being made useful, being made safe, not hurting anyone. Paths always hurt people on their own, that's what happened today, she was a rogue and that's why she hurt his handler. That's why he was there, to make her safe. And he couldn't even do that.

By the time the car turned off again, Aiden's hands were locking up from how hard he'd been gripping his sleeve. He heard the door in the front open and his disgruntled handler step out. Quietly, he released it and rubbed his palm between his finger and thumb. He stayed, not even daring to unbuckle the seatbelt until his handler practically threw the door open. 

"Stay still," she grumbled, and a leather band settled around his neck. Something metal pressed against his throat as she clicked something into place near the nape of his neck, and then led him out by his collar. He fumbled with the seatbelt as she guided him out of the car, and he almost fell over when he tried to stand up. Nonetheless, she maneuvered him up onto the porch, into the house, and into the restroom- where she shoved a ragged set of clothes towards him. "It's supposed to rain tonight and I'm not dealing with those stains on your uniform. You can take off the blindfold in there, just get it back on before you come out."

He nodded frantically, holding the clothes close to his chest as she closed the door. He took a deep, trembling breath, and lifted the black void off his eyes, slowly. The light wasn't on, but there was a small night light, and even that was too bright for a moment. He ignored the lightswitch, opting for the gentler golden light from the shell-shaped bulb, and placed the fabric gently on the counter. He lingered with his hand on it, as if it would disintegrate when he stopped touching it, and then he'd be in trouble for its absence. But it stayed, crumpled and damp, as he looked at himself in the mirror. It had been days, and he looked disheveled and pathetic. His eyes were red and soaked with tears caught by the blindfold, and there was a flowering bruise forming on his cheek from the morning. He stared into his own brown eyes, and his matted brown hair, and freckled tan skin, and felt smaller for it. He grimaced and moved to the side of the restroom, no longer wanting to look at his reflection. 

He exchanged his clean-ish scrubs for the tattered black t-shirt and ripped blue jeans, and with one final glance at himself, slipped the damp blindfold back on. It felt wrong at first, and he adjusted it until it was right back where it was before. He reached with aimless fingers for the doorknob, and staggered out, holding onto the wall for support. "M-ma'am? I'm… I'm ready," he said, hoping his handler was close enough to hear. And sure enough, footsteps clicked in his direction, and fingers entwined in the loose short sleeve. He stumbled along as she dragged him wordlessly to the second outside, where the door slid instead of swung and the ground was uneven. Two, four, six seconds out, she released his shirt, and he dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. His collar shifted, and chains clinked, and footsteps faded away, and he was alone. 

[writingstoriesinpajamas]

Writing Prompt #94

“Today we’ve got something special planned,” the whumper said, jerking the whumpee’s head around to face the mirror. They squeezed their eyes shut and whimpered quietly.

“Open your eyes, darling,” purred the whumper, pressing a knife to the whumpee’s chest. “I love it when you watch yourself scream.”

[whumpasaurus101]

Not Just a Pretty Face

Here's the second part to this ask!!!

master list / previous

also ty @happy-whumper and @milk-carton-whump for helping me to form words XD

CW: Brief talking of conditioned pets / cursing / mention of alcohol / mirror broken with head (mhmm, thats the only way i can think of phrasing that...) / if i missed anything just tell!!!!

Alicia fixed Jack's shirt collar, tucking the fold back down. As she took a second look she stepped closer, smoothing down the creases in his shirt and tie. She ruffled his hair with a smile, “Perfect.” Jack blushed at the compliment and dipped his head. Alicia’s hand ghosted over his cheek and gently pushed his chin up, “Hey, chin up, shoulders back. I need you to try and look tough for me baby, or else tonight wont go well, got it?” Jack licked his lips and gulped, “Y-yes ma’am.” Alicia tutted at the stutter and yanked on the leather collar, causing Jack to choke slightly.

She slowly put on her suit jacket and slipped on her high heel boots. She reapplied her dark red lipstick and smiled, “Let’s go.”

A taxi was in Alicia’s driveway, patiently waiting for them to get in. The man who drove it scared Jack. He was lean and muscular and had a tattoo of a teardrop on his left cheek. He gulped but Alicia shoved him into the back seat and slammed the door behind him.

Her high heels clicked as she walked up to the front door and got in. “Romeo, glad to see you, long time no see, eh?” Romeo chuckled, “Wish I could say the same. I mean really, a handler’s club?” Alicia smirked, looking out the window as the car drove away from the house, “I haven't been out in ages, Rodger’s been away for a while and I had to mind Jack and his little boyfriend.”

Romeo’s head tilted and he looked at Jack from the rear-view mirror, “Boyfriend?” Jack sunk in his seat and rested his head against the window, hiding his blush. “Jack, don't you want to talk about your little boy toy?” Alicia sneered. Jack shook his head, clenching his jaw.

Alicia chortled, “Fine, I will. You know Rodger’s mutt?” Romeo looked at Alicia, “Shit, I’ve missed a bit, haven't I? Rodger got a new pet? But it mustn't have been too long since his last-”

“No, it hasn't. He can't deal with loss, you know that.”

There was silence. Jack fiddled with his fingers as he focused on the vibrations the road sent to the car. He felt the window buzz against his temple and he slowly closed his eyes.

“Well your pet seems to be good, he’s still as quiet as ever.” Alicia chuckled, “Oh trust me, he’s loud when he wants to be! But I am grateful, you should see Rodger’s little mongrel, has a bad fucking attitude and a bold mouth.” Romeo chuckled, shaking his head, “I must say, I’m intrigued by him, maybe I should pay him a visit.”

Alicia cackled, fixing her hoop earrings, “Oh, now I would pay to see that, you’d have him broken in a week!” Romeo chuckled and smiled to himself, keeping his eyes glued on the road. Jack opened his eyes and looked out of the window, watching trees and bushes whizz by.

It was dark, the sky was a light grey, Jack flinched slightly as a droplet of rain hit the window. It slowly rolled down as Jack’s eyes followed it. Next came several others each making a *tink* sound as they each fell.

Romeo sighed and turned on the wipers. Alicia reapplied her eyeshadow and mascara in the windscreen mirror. She checked her watch and sighed, “Could you be driving any slower, for god’s sake.”

Romeo looked at her with one eyebrow raised, “Alright, I know you're stressed about going out since it's been a while, but lose the bitchiness, okay?” Jack gulped, how could he say such a thing to her, she must be livid!

To Jack’s surprise, Alicia laughed, “Alright, alright, sorry, is it that obvious?” Jack’s eyebrows furrowed, if it had been anyone else who had said that, they would've been dead in seconds.

“It's alright, I remember I used to get spooked before every club. Just walk in confidently, and make sure Jack does too. Sit at your own table, let people join you. Normally there’s live music so just focus on that until people come over.” Alicia nodded, taking a mental note. She then cleared her throat, hating how vulnerable she seemed in front of her pet.

“So, how are your pets doing?” Romeo chuckled, “Oh boy, they’re alright. We’re on about ten. Aiden’s trying to sell me another one but-” He blew the air out of his mouth, “-I don't think I can manage another one. Besides, they all have their own positions, the cooks, the cleaners, you know.”

Alicia nodded, “No, I get it. Aiden is just trying to get everyone to try and copy him with his ‘pet hotel’ shit.” “Hey, you can't say anything, you haven't tried it out, it’s actually quite useful.” “Oh, I don't need that, Jack does everything for me, isn't that right Jack?”

Jack felt his cheeks flush slightly, “Y-yes ma’am.”

“Jesus, it takes nothing for that boy to turn as red as a tomato,” Romeo commented. Alicia laughed and looked back at Jack, taking in how red his face had gotten, “He has always been like that, its quite entertaining.”

Romeo looked left then right before pulling out to a new road and he chuckled, “You know what would be funny?” Alicia looked up at him, a devilish smile painted on her lips. “A drinking game. Each time his face blushes even the slightest shade, we take a shot.”

Alicia let out a childish, giddy laugh, “Oh Romeo, I forgot how fun you are, that sounds perfect! Say, how far away do you live from this club?”

Romeo smiled, seeing where Alicia was going with this, “It's about a fifteen minute drive.” Alicia hummed, nodding her head, “What would you say to having two guests over tonight?”

Romeo beamed, “That would be great! Give me a call when you want to be collected, got it?” Alicia nodded, “Thank you again, and we’ll see after.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and left the car. Jack hadn't moved, he didn't dare to.

The rain had stopped by now, it had only been drizzling by then. Alicia opened the car door he had been leaning on and quickly caught him before he fell. “Jesus Christ, get your head out from the clouds baby, cmon!”

Jack scrambled to his feet and smoothed his clothes before Alicia gave out to him, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, shh, its okay, now, lets go.”

She linked arms with him and dragged him to the door of the quartz building. There was two body guards whos frowns both turned to smiles when they saw her, “Alicia! Its been a while, welcome!” One of them beamed. “Why thank you Joe, its great to be back.”

The second one gave a bigger smile and opened the door to the club, “Have a good night ma’am.” It didn't bother Jack that they were speaking to only Alicia and not him. But, if maybe one of them looked at him it would've been nice.

“Jack, sweetie, whats the matter?” Jack looked to alicia who lightly squeezed his arm tighter. Jack gulped, “N-nothing, I’m sorry ma’am.” Alicia frowned, “Alright, but don't forget, you should be grateful for tonight that I have brought you out!”

Jack winced at the sharp tone, “Yes, of course ma’am, I’m sorry. Th-thank you for bringing me out today.” Alicia smiled, “Good boy, now, I need you to be on your best behaviour tonight, there will be a lot of eyes on us.” “Yes ma’am.”

She opened the second door of the corridor and jazz music, clinking of glasses, laughter and chatter filled the room. Scared, pleading eyes shot up to meet with Jack. He quickly cast his eyes downward to the floor and let Alicia guide him to a free table.

Romeo was right. Alicia and Jack had only been sitting at an empty table only for several other handlers to join them only minutes later. Jack knelt obediently by Alicia’s side. Alicia combed her long nails through his curls and softly rubbed behind his ear. Jack closed his eyes in content, taking in the soft warm touch.

The other handlers were talking about their own pets and what they do. Alicia smiled and nodded, occasionally looking down at Jack, making her smile even more at how happy he looked.

Jack half listened to the conversations, there was one called Sandra, another called Ethan and the last one named Lorcan. Lorcan also looked at Jack. By then Jack had his eyes opened, they were still glued to the floor. His head tilted towards Alicia as she used more of her nail.

Once Jack glanced up at Lorcan, the man chuckled, shaking his head. Jack clenched his jaw, what had he done wrong?

“Well, you seem to have a broken pet,” He sneered, Alicia chuckled, “He was a runaway. His previous owner was well-known to be the ‘strict’ kind.” Jack shuddered as his memories of Abraham came back to him, he could never go back there. Never.

“Well, is he useful at all?” Lorcan asked, raising an eyebrow. “Oh yes, he’s not just a pretty face. He’s great company, he can read, write, clean, cook, talk, be quiet, everything!” Jack felt his ears turn hot.

“Hmm, so he’s good around the house?”

“Mhmm.”

Lorcan nodded slowly. He reached for the drink and just as he brought it to his lips, he dropped it to the ground right in front of Jack who immediately flinched back, pressing himself against Alicia with a whimper.

“If he’s so good, make him clean this mess up.” Jack looked at Alicia who thought for a moment before looking at Jack, you heard him, clean it up.” Jack gulped and whined once he felt Alicia’s touch leave.

“M-ma’am, I don't- I don't have anything to clean it up with!” Lorcan smiled, “Do you mind if I take him for a moment, I know where we can get something to clean it up with.” Alicia’s eyebrows furrowed, “Alright, just dont take long.”

Lorcan faked a smile and roughly grabbed Jack by the hair and dragged him over to the bathrooms. Jack yelped and tried to pry the hands out of his hair but it was impossible, “Please, l-let go of me!!” Lorcan snickered, “So the bitch speaks!” Jack -ignoring the insult- let out a yell as his grip tightened.

He was thrown to the ground once they had entered the bathrooms. Jack felt a droplet of blood slowly drip down his forehead, slowly making its way down to his brow. “Get up.” Jack groaned and shook his head. Lorcan muttered something under his breath and yanked Jack up by the arm and smashed him up against the mirror, making Jack bang his head against the mirror.

He let out a cry and felt the glass shatter beneath his skull. He let out a scratch of pain which was soon muffled by Lorcan’s sweaty palm. “Shut the fuck up!” Jack continued to scream, desperate for help. Who was he kidding, he was in a handler’s club, no one was going to save him.

Lorcan brought him forward only to slam his head back against the cracked mirror once more. Jack felt his vision start to slip, his head felt numb and heavy. The pain was excruciating but it was the only thing he could focus on at the moment.

Alicia heard the screams. At first, she thought it was just some other pet but as a second wave of muffled screams came, she recognized them. Jack! She leaped from her seat and ran to the bathroom door. She kicked it open and punched Lorcan straight in the face. Lorcan stumbled back, clutching his face. “Don't touch him! I thought you were going to get something to dry up the mess!”

She softly put her arm around Jack’s shoulders and guided him behind her. “Oh come on,” Lorcan scoffed, “Why do you think we came in here?” Jack watched the vein in Alicia’s neck pop, she was livid. It made Jack feel good though, she cared about him!

“I swear to god, if you touch my boy ever again without my permission I will fucking kill you!” Lorcan just chuckled, shaking his head, “I think you better go.” Alicia clenched her jaw, “Oh, I’ll go when I want to go.” She took out her phone and held it to her ear.

Lorcan rolled his eyes and folded his arms, “And who are you ringing?”

“Romeo, Romeo Zalis.”

Lorcan immediately paled, “Y-you're bluffing.” Alicia raised her eyebrow as a challenge. The ringing stopped, “Alicia, are you okay?” Lorcan recognized the thick Brooklyn accent and gulped, “I uh, need to go.” Alicia smirked and her eyes followed him as he left.

“Yes, although not great people here, think you can collect us early?” Romeo chuckled, “Of course, I’m in a cafe nearby, I shouldn't be too long.”

“Perfect, thank you. Also, I could really do with that drinking game right now.”

Taglist: @likeit-or-whumpit @milk-carton-whump @yesthisiswhump @as-a-matter-of-whump @appy-polly-loggies @happy-whumper @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @myst-in-the-mirror

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[comfy-whumpee]

whump prompt #45

Whumpee lashing out at the mirror, smashing the glass and cutting their hand. Sobbing.

[wildfaewhump]

me, seeing the finding and body-modifications tropes: w-what if we c o m b i n e d them??

anon out here on GALAXY BRAIN TONIGHT

finding the whumpee and having to remove trackers before they can escape; finding the whumpee and not removing anything, only for their body to turn against them later, when they thought they were safe; finding the whumpee and rescuing them, only for them to see themself in a mirror and not recognise themself!!!