Hey friend I've been thinking about this for a while but can you write us a snippet of a pet Whumpee that's not already broken when Whumper gets them but not so prideful that it takes too long to break them? Basically they are pretty willing to submit early on. oR (look at me giving options wow) a Whumpee with a past of neglect who just immediately gives in at the first sign of affection Whumper gives. Anyhoo, have a dandy day, love ya stuff. :)
thank you so much đ„șđ and yes omg. LOVE me a touch-starved whumpee.
CWs: referenced childhood abuse/neglect â creepy/intimate whumper taking advantage of that â touch-starved, very confused, and self-blaming whumpee â mentions of dissociation â mentions of noncon touching â implied future pet whump and future noncon
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"What are you doing?"
Whumpee opens their eyes, and they're not sure. They're never really sure, anymore, if they ever were in the first place. Everything that's happened since they were takenâeven being takenâhas felt like a dream, like it didn't really happen to them.
They realize, then, as Whumper removes their hand, the same hand that had just backhanded them and then for some reason tried to soothe the sting...
They'd been leaning into it. Into that hand. Into Whumper.
"What are you thinking about, pretty?"
"I-I..." Whumpee says, but then...they're not supposed to speak. They don't know what they'd say, anyway. They don't know how, or why, they would ever admit all that went on in that awful house to the person that would undoubtedly use it all against them.
Whumper does so even now, even without really knowing. They reach up, running their fingers through Whumpee's hair, and Whumpee can't control the pleased sound that escapes. The sudden lack of pain after so much...receiving the same gentle touch they've always dreamed of someone giving them...they're barely able to control the urge to tuck themselves forward, against Whumper, and try to make it so nothing but this ever happens again.
They should want it to stop, no matter what. They...do, right? They don't want this. They can't possibly want this. Whumper hurts them. They've been enjoying it. They haven't shown any kind of kindness to them except to touch, to purr over their body, and that's not for Whumpee. What Whumper keeps threatening to do to them, the warm hands that keep running along their skin...they want that to stop.
Right?
"You poor thing," Whumper murmurs, and they sound so much like they care. They sound so much like Whumpee could just...forget the rest happened at all. "You're hurting, aren't you?"
Whumpee rolls their shoulder, wincing at the pain from the bruising on it, and Whumper tsks.
"No...no, deeper than that. Here..." They press the tip of their finger to the center of Whumpee's chest. "You need love, don't you? You've been denied it, haven't you?"
Whumpee shakes their head. A complete and utter fucking lie, one that is surely seen through. There's nothing they could do to lie better. They feel like anything that used to be protecting them, even slightly, their anger and defiance and will to fight, has been pulled away, and they're bared for their enemy to see.
It's awful. Terrifying.
And then Whumper pulls them forward, ignoring their yelp of surprise, and hugs them, and Whumpee's mind goes blank entirely. They don't think a single thing.
"Tell me if you want me to be nice, darling," Whumper says, so gently. "If I'd known all I needed to do was hold you to break you..."
Whumpee closes their eyes. Everything seems to be slipping away, any sense at all.
They're not being hurt. That's never happened before.
"If you're good to me, I'll be good to you."
This could...happen more? This couldâ
No. No, this is wrong. So wrong. So damnâ
Whumper cups Whumpee's chin, and lifts their face up. Gives them a soft smile, and rubs their thumb along Whumpee's bottom lip.
"You're so beautiful," Whumper says, and it just feels different this time. It sounds different. "Will you be good to me, pet?"
Whumpee shivers. Not being hurt...just...being held...that sounds...maybe...maybe things won't be so bad, if they're just...good...
It's not like anyone's coming for them, anyway. No one in the world cares about them. If this is what they have to do to survive, then maybe...
"Pet?"
Whumpee nods, just once, and says, "Y-yes. S...sir."
And Whumper hugs them tighter for it, lets Whumpee press their face into Whumper's shoulder, and what they've just said, what they've just done, given their life awayâit doesn't seem to matter.
Later. They can worry about it later, when something happens. When whatever happens.
Right now, there's nothing more they want to do than savor the first hug they've received in longer than they can even remember, and ignore, to the best of their ability, the purred, "Good pet..." in their ear.
They were never good as a person...so maybe pet is exactly what they've always been meant to be.
whumpees who believe their whumper saved them <333 whumpees who believe their whumper created them <333 whumpees who feel indebted to their whumper on a moral or metaphysical level <333 and whumpers who stoke this belief and shamelessly exploit it <33333
this can be in a lot of ways like. saving their life. saving their soul. literally creating them (robot whumpee, parental whumper, etc). making them the person they are today. etc... the important thing is The Debt
i love a good "You would be nothing without me, nothing, you hear me? I scraped you up off the street and turned you into the man you are today. If I hadn't, where do you think you'd be? That's right. You don't get to whine about my methods."
whumpee just getting pills forced down their throat or needles shoved in their arms that are a mix of gods knows what concoctions that only Whumper is privileged to know
the nausea, the altered state of consciousness, the feeling of Whumpee's body failing to respond the way they know it should and not having any way to stop it because they don't even know what Whumper did to them
leader stares at the bloodied bodies of their team in front of them. they feel their heart pounding in their ears.
"leader?" one of their remaining team uncurls and looks up at them.
in one breath, leader takes the grief from each loss and tucks it away in a box in the back of their brain. "it's okay. are you hurt?"
smaller than ever, they crawl over to leader and latch onto them, "i don't think so." they look past leader and immediately tuck their face into leader. "oh god. what are we going to do now?"
"hold on, pl-ease," whumpee gasped out, doubling over in excruciating pain. there was something tearing inside of them, as if they were coming apart. they knew it. this wasâ this was different than the low thrumming pinch of the daily bruises.
"I don't have time for your whining right now," they heard, as if from a distance. there was a sharp ringing in their ears. it intensified to a pitch as whumper grabbed at their hair and yanked them upright. the agony was unlike anyâ a fever eclipsing their vision as blood coated their tongue. something was terribly wrong.
even so, whumper delivered a sharp kick to their torso when they wouldn't get up from their fetal position. with a last coughing cry, they felt everything fade away into inky blackness.
I love whumpees that end up getting isolated in some sense. when whumper pays off their acquaintancesâ it's a good setup for whumpee to end up devastated, to learn that their interactions were entirely manufactured at whumper's whims. or, when whumper makes sure to only let whumpee be in some kind of controlled environment where only they control who whumpee gets to interact with.
it's such a powerplay; that whumper can and will twist any sense of freedom whumpee could possibly derive from their circumstances into something far worse.
and whumpee's longing for a true connection outside of this choking hold is so heartwrenching. it's like they are window shopping for a true connection. that hollowness that comes from knowing that they can only smell and never taste... and the helplessness they feelâ they'll never get out.
Can't decide which I prefer -- delirious whumpees who ramble about a new thing every ten seconds because their mind is wandering relentlessly, or delirious whumpees who become fixated on one subject that they insist is important (and very likely is Not)
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.
The constant fear, the exhaustion of it, is taking its toll, and eventually, it simply becomes too much for whumpee. They demand- or beg -that whumper finally get whatever it is they're going to do over with.
Maybe whumper grins, was just waiting for them to ask. Maybe they say whumpee beter not complain... âafter all, you wanted this.â
Or maybe whumper is disappointed, says they thought whumpee was better.
Maybe they claim they don't know what whumpee's talking about.
...Maybe they don't know what whumpee's talking about. Maybe they're not a whumper at all.
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