jasperswhumpjourney
Jasper's Journey
Jasper is a black market infertile mini-omega. He was bred for a life as a fuckpet, and his life only gets worse from there. He is desperate to be good, dreaming of an Alpha that he can please and who will love him. Unfortunately, he is not lucky.
This story is dark. It has lots of hurt, but also a lot of comfort. Please don’t read if you are not okay with the following tags: Alpha/beta/omega dynamics, sexual slavery, slavery, institutionalised abuse, torture, implied bestiality, non consensual body modification, non consensual sex. This is a story where the whumpee loves each and every terribly mean whumper, until he finally gets a caretaker and learns what kindness feels like.
There is a multi chaptered story in the works which is being posted to AO3. You can find it here!
This tumblr is to share snippets, extra scenes, and ideas that might not show up in the main story. It was inspired by other whump blogs. Jasper is an OC originally found here.
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A Whumper who, in the eyes of a traumatized Whumpee, is a Caretaker compared to the absolutely horrendous treatment they had been subjected to prior to being kidnapped by them
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when u snuggle ur stuffed animals the love gets storred in the stuffing for later and then when u hug them later u feel the love come back out its like a spomge
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I know the love for defiant whumpees is widespread and common, but I for one absolutely love whumpees who are not defiant at all. Just skrunkly little peices of wet paper that crumple at the slightest amount of pressure. Chef's. Kiss.
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Touch starved Whumpee who just starts to sob quietly after finally getting the physical affection they’ve needed for so long.
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A whumpee that has been through so many houses and sold so many times, whenever Caretaker goes to take a picture of them, they “pose” for their product photo. They stand up straight and drop all expression, shoulders back and arms at their sides, like they had been taught, knowing they were going to be sold again.
Maybe they just got to Caretaker, and their vaguely wondering what they did wrong but also too exhausted to bother with anything. They were just gonna be sold off anyway, what would learning the rules now do?
Maybe they’ve been there for a few days, and Caretaker has been so kind to them, so gentle, it’s made them think that maybe, if they could just stay here, they would be okay. But when the camera comes out, they remember that nothing good ever lasts forever, and so Caretaker has a photo of Whumpee barely holding back tears.
Maybe they’ve been there a bit longer, gotten comfortable with Caretaker. Comfortable enough to risk dropping to their knees and begging Caretaker not to sell them again.
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get yourself a man who crumples like a soggy piece of paper
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Walking on Hind Legs
For @whumpawoman Angstpril! Day 5 - Recovery
Follows the aftermath of Falling Star and Pieces of Star
Sunny + Star Masterlist
Sunny and Star Crew: @ashintheairlikesnow @whumpinggrounds @whumptakesthecake @justplainwhump @whumpfessional @winedark-whump @painful-pooch - let me know if you want to be added/removed!
CW: pet whump, BBU, lady whump, (healing) broken bones, vaguely implied noncon, injury recovery, dehumanization
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“I can’t fucking do this,” Star snaps, glaring up at Sunny. “This is…it’s pointless since I keep falling down.”
“That, that’s why I put pillows n-n-next to you,” Sunny says, holding his hand out to his bonded. “P-please. One, one more try. For m-me?”
The girl scowls. “One more. For you.”
Sunny grins and gently helps her to her feet. It’s been about three weeks since Star fell from the balcony, not nearly enough time to heal, but Sir wants her back and ready to go.
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#wawangstpril#no.5#recovery#pet whump#bbu#box boy universe#lady whump#implied noncon#broken bones#dehumanisation tw#sunny#star#hunter bianchi#blue's words
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canine teeth - season one - chapter six - 101 eats
cw: sensory deprivation, pet whump
Maxwell comes in as soon as he is awake.
“I’ve got a dosage for this one.” He calls over his shoulder.
Miles' breath hitches. “Plea- Please don’t- no.”
Maxwell snarls. He’s…animalistic. Miles realizes that he is the predator and he is the prey.
“Are you defying me?”
“No!- no sir, it’s sorry, sorry.”
Maxwell twitches his nose and brings the dose to him. He sits still, compliant as it’s injected into him.
He feels himself go drowsy almost immediately. “Deprivation too?” Maxwell calls over his shoulder.
“Yea.” The other trainer, one Miles thinks is called Jacob, calls back. “They’ve been thinking about putting it on the hundred week deprivation. You think he’ll live through it? Things got a big paycheck, can’t lose it.”
Maxwell looks him up and down. “Yea.” He says finally.
“Alright.” Jacob nods. “It’s been fed in the past day. You can come and shove some water down its throat every day. Or whatever you want, honestly.” His voice had an edge to it that made Miles shiver.
“Will do.” Then he turned back and looped the blindfold around his eyes and clamped the headphones over his ears. He got more fabric to tie his hands.
“That’ll do.” Jacob said decisively. “Keep it about, mm, seventy in here? Nothing too hot or cold.”
“Alrighty.” Maxwell nodded and stepped out of the room. “That’s that.”
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Miles couldn’t tell how long it had been. He couldn’t tell whether he was asleep or awake. He did not dream.
Every so often he would get water. Sometimes he felt that these times were days apart, other times they seemed to be minutes.
He ate every seven waters. There had been five eats. One was a slice of bread, another was a slice of bread… with cheese! And the other three were dog food.
When he felt his hair start to grow over the blindfold, there had been ten eats. He had gotten used to the taste of dog food.
When his hair had gotten to the point where it brushed his chin, there had been 34 eats.
When he stopped considering himself human, there had been 74 eats.
When they had finally, finally broken him fully, there had been 101 eats. One hundred and one eats, one hundred weeks, seven hundred and seven waters, and a living life lost.
@octopus-reactivated @pinescales-whumps @wingedwhump
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Dave - My Place
I don't know if this is canon or not.
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CW: female caretaker, male whumpee, implied past abuse, partial nudity (upper half, non-sexual, not forced).
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Dave was kneeling quietly, lightly caressing Caretaker's legs while looking up at her. It was soothing to be exposed at her feet, even if the shame was making his face burn, there were so many scars on show, so many proves of how low he truly is, still, he could stay there all day, he knew she wouldn't hurt him.
But even if he knew he was safe there he couldn't help but flinch when she raised her hand, idiot.
"Sorry," he said in a low voice, almost turning his head to take the hit. Caretaker doesn't like it when he offers himself up, nor does she like to see him in pain. Dave likes her, and he feels so guilty for being greedy. He is so greedy, he wants the same amount of attention he used to have back with Lena, back when he could always stay in his place.
"Dave...," Caretaker's voice was honey-sweet, "Maybe you should get up? Since you are scared-"
"No, no please," he begged, immediately lowering his head, rubbing it against her feet, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I- please," he kissed her feet as Lena trained him to, even if he knows Caretaker doesn't like it, "please allow me to stay here. It's my place, please, I know it is my place, I'll be quiet this time please."
"Shhhhh okay okay," Caretaker soothed, caressing his hair gently, wondering if acting this way would end up making him believe even more than that was how he was supposed to be treated. Like a pet. "Okay, you can stay where you are, but what about sitting instead of kneeling?"
Dave let out a whine at words, he wanted to obey, but he can't, he should kneel, he knows that. It's safe. It's right.
"Okay, Dave, you can stay how you are if you want to, it's okay," she didn't believe her own words.
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Reblogs and comments are appreciated.
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More art by my amazing sub of sweet Jasper blushing and sleeping on a pet bed!
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My lovely sub drew some amazing fanart of Jasper! I hope you appreciate this as much as I do!!!!
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I think it is good,,,,,, when gags make the whumpee drool,,,,,,
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"Tsk tsk, you call that begging? You aren't even on your knees. - Hmm. There you go. That's better. You look perfect like that. No no, don't look away. Chin up. Very nice. Now, try again. Beg for me."
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Whumpee falling asleep to caretaker gently washing and combing their matted hair for the first time after months of captivity.
That’s it. That’s all I wanted.
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It's 6am and I have yet to sleep.
CW: pet whump, solitary confinement, touch starved.
Whumpee's eyes darted desperately at the door when they heard the metallic sound of the locks being opened.
Their eyes widened as the door opened, Whumper walked in wearing neatly ironed clothes and a calm expression. They were the opposite of the dark and dirty cell Whumpee was locked into.
"Calmer today, pet?" Whumper asked and Whumpee recalled their misbehavior.
They had talked back, even fought back, but it was so long ago, it was before being alone in the dark for a eternity, before their only contact with the outside was a tray of food being slid under the door from time to time.
"Yes, Master," Whumpee said desperately, anything not to be alone again.
"I don't remember allowing you to speak, mutt," Whumper threatened and Whumpee's whole body shuddered.
Please don't leave me again, please, pleas-
"But you just need to learn, right?" Whumper asked, crouching down in front of Whumpee and resting their hand on their cheek.
Whumpee nodded hurriedly, leaning on the leather glove against their skin, seeking any fraction of comfort they could get.
"Want to come up with me?" Whumper asked and Whumpee nodded again. "You sure? Maybe a few more weeks down here may do you some good?"
Whumpee whimpered and shook their head, please, please don't, I'll be good. They leaned further into Whumper's hand. Please.
"Okay, okay," Whumper said with a sweet voice, "What a clingy Pet you are!"
Whumper got up and ordered Whumpee to follow, they obeyed, quickly crawling behind their so-merciful owner.
They won't misbehave ever again.
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Look! It’s Jasper from @jasperswhumpjourney I had so much fun doing this, check their stuff out
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“Please… I just want to be good!” they sobbed, practically throwing themselves at the caretakers feet, “Please, why won’t you tell me how?”
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