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Whumpee being paraded for everybody to see.
Bloody, beaten, weak, and limping whumpee dragged around by a collar or leash. They are so weak they can't even attempt to escape.
Pretty, beautiful, pampered whumpee. Dainty, starved, drugged and kept on whumper's lap with the shiniest, heaviest jewelry and thinest, most revealing clothes.
Killing machine whumpee, weapon strapped to their hip but eyes full of tears and flinching at whumper's scowls and frowns. Whumper's hand through their hair, throwing them on the floor in front of their team and whumpee turning limp under their touch, accepting each blow.
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Hey does anyone here have any writing that involves caretaker unmuzzling whumpee? Perhaps with some caretaker new whumper thrown in? I’m in a mood
#not writing but an idea#(Bad) Caretaker and pet or servant Whumpee are together now#Whumper is completely out of the picture#Caretaker unmuzzles a still conditioned Whumpee but after they do Whumpee won’t shut up#Caretaker can’t STAND Whumpee AND Caretaker recognizes the potential of a still conditioned Whumpee#They tell Whumpee that they made a mistake and the muzzle has to go on again#Whumpee protests just a bit and so Caretaker punishes them and asserts their dominance#and now Whumpee has a new master/whumper
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So I just keep thinking about something along the lines of de-aging, like making someone act younger than they are?
Like imagine if whumper says something like “only a baby would be stupid enough to escape”, then as punishment, treat them like a baby
- forcing them to have a pacifier (binky) in their mouth at all times, not allowing them to take it out
- having them sleep in a large crib (or even better, an actual baby crib so they have to squeeze and maybe not even fit?)
- only giving them baby food, not letting them feed themselves
- swaddling them up in blankets so tight they can barely move and then carrying them everywhere (works especially well with small Whumpees)
- putting those child door handles on the door knobs (knowing that it won’t work, but punishing them if they try)
- only ever putting on baby shows
- making them sit in some sort of high chair or a chair with a table thing in front so they cant get out and their food is right there
Imagine too if the whumpee was originally so defiant, but slowly gave into the fact that they are just a baby, they can’t do anything for themselves, and they need whumper to care for them
This has just kinda been mulling around in my brain for a while and I actually love it
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Pastel In Whump:
~Uses :3~
To infantile whumpee(s).
-Used in a way that is reminiscent of a nursery.
-Paired with childish designs for clothes, cloths, & /or bedding.
To assert control over whumpee(s)!
-Whumpee 1 likes dark blue, they get a pastel blue.
-Whumpee 2 likes pastel purple, they get a pastel yellow.
To distinct between different days on a make-shift calendar whumpee(s) put together.
-Yellow is Tuesday, pink is...., Purple is..., etc...and they mean something different for different months...
-What punishments whumpee(s) receive
Whumper likes pastels so they just do whumpee(s) room(s) up to the nines in pastels. Without asking for an opinion.
Whumpee(s) have something or a few somethings they aren't supposed to have. The thing that gives it away? The object/one of the objects is in a pastel color.
Caretaker thrilled to have whumpee back in their life, free of whumper out and buy them gifts, in their favorite color, but pastel. To lighten the mood.
Divider Made by: @cafekitsune 🦊✨
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“you’re safe now.”
“you can rest now.”
“you’ve fought so hard.”
“you don’t have to fight anymore.”
“just sleep, okay?”
“i won’t let anything hurt you.”
“it’s over. it’s all over.”
“you don’t have to worry about anything right now.”
“shh, shh, i’ve got you. you’re safe here.”
“i know it was scary.”
“i know it hurts.”
“you’re all done hurting. there’s no more pain.”
“just focus on resting, okay?”
“you need to save your strength.”
“your job right now is to heal.”
“i’m getting you out of here.”
“i’m taking you home. we’re going home.”
“you’re safe in my arms. the hard part is over.”
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*thinks of a whump scenario at work* *thinks of a whump scenario in bed* *thinks of a whump scenario in class* *thinks of a whump scenario in the shower* *thinks of a whump scenario while driving* *thinks of a whump scenario at the grocery* *thinks of a whu
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for the 5 sentence thing
"I'm a little nervous"
"I'm a little nervous," Whumper admitted. "This is the first time I'm gutting a live person."
Whumpee's eyes widened, but the drugs in their system didn't allow them to struggle against the leather straps keeping them in place; all they could manage was a whimper.
"You're right," Whumper said with a grin. "Won't be live for long."
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sorry about the blood loss. do you uh. want it back *holds out my red dripping hands awkwardly*
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Whumpee having a cloth or a rag stuffed in their mouth.
Their mouth then being taped shut, or a leather muzzle/mask being buckled around them, holding it inside them no matter how hard they try to spit it out.
Whumpee then being tortured - but they can't beg or plead or scream.
They can barely even breathe, let alone convince whumper to stop. All they can do is take it, and hope that whumper eventually gets bored.
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Whumper testing the limits of an immortal Whumpee.
A cut, then a burn, then a severed tongue. A fatal shot, a cup of poison, the snap of a noose gone taut. Whumper tries all of this and more, but Whumpee cannot die—at least, they cannot seem to stay that way. No matter how much they might want to.
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Aesthetic: a performing Whumpee, adored by a crowd who can’t see that they’re chained to the stage by their ankle.
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Whumpee slips a note into a stranger’s palm, hoping they’ll understand the cry for help hastily scribbled on the scrap of paper.
But the stranger only smirks and hands the note to Whumper. “You should watch them a little closer.”
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Sex/romance repulsed aroace whumpee × intimate touchy whumper send tweet
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I bet Adrastus wakes Malak up w soft murmurs in their own native language as they stroke his eyes, hair, and cheek
Darius simply snaps and Nevan is up
WOHEO Masterlist
cw: hypnosis, pet whump, servant whump
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“Mmmnn…” Malak hummed lightly, the brush of fingers frolicking through his curls stirring him from heavy, weightful sleep. Curling into the embrace of stuffed toys and blankets that scattered his body, his cheek deepened it’s succumb into his cloud soft bed.
His master, with care and delicacy, crawled beside him, hands trailing over the cusps of his plump skin. “Wakey, wakey, love.” They whispered, lips nearly kissing his ear, spreading over with the warmth of their breath.
“Mmmngh… mmm…” he groaned, shifting further to drowsy comfortability, rather than their call of consciousness.
Adrastus giggled, sweet and soft, a song that swept through his open ears. “So silly, you. Sleepy boy. Sleepy, sleepy… alas, we must awaken for the night. A pity, really.” They circled his cheek, touch following to a path down to his belly.
“Nngh…” He flopped over and onto his back, allowing them full range to rub the flesh of his plush stomach. They slithered around him, smile kind and entrancing. Drool beads dribbled from the corners of his upturning lips as he snuggled into them.
“You mustn’t truly get up just yet, baby. Just allow your little mind to unfold from sleep.” They murmured, settling their head atop his own, and nuzzling against his cheek, only eliciting more quiet purrs out from his lips.
For what felt like an eternity they whispered supple, magical mumbles through one ear and out the other, honeydew coos that graced his mind with cotton candy clouds. Malak wished he would never have to get up, and his master would just allow him to simmer in bliss for a lifetime.
Really, they did.
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Only one single chime of an- his- insistent, ringing bell was needed to stir Nevan’s mind from drooping unconsciousness in that of an instant, ripping him quick out of slumber. Breath hitching, he lifted from the cushion that was his bed, frame swaying with drowsy dizziness as he neatly clasped his palms together. Master, master, master, his mind shrieked, obeying dutifully to the call of the bell.
“Up.” His master commanded, towering below the doorway, an elegantly green robe tied perfectly around his slender waist.
Nevan blinked slowly, adjusting to the world around him. Admittedly he should’ve been immediately up and ready to go, should have been much used to the repetition of their morning routine. “Sure, um, Mas… ter…” he stumbled, wiping at his eyes and yawning with casualty as he shifted to kneeling.
Frown firming, Darius grimaced with tense disapproval. “Again.”
“Yes, Master.” The words rolled right from the thrall’s swift tongue, no hesitancy blocking the way of his speech. Nevan made a beeline to his feet, resuming his expected position.
He couldn’t believe he had been so insolent. So unforgivably and disgustingly disrespectful. Toward his master, no less. Yawning? Sure? His master even had to wake him up himself!
For the rest of morning chores, bouncing about his brain Nevan chastised himself for making such an idiotic mistake. He hoped his master could find it in his heart to grant him undeserved forgiveness, but he knew a punishment would be awaiting him.
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I just wanted to apologize to everyone, you know, if it seems like I’ve been a little snippier or combative or generally tightly wound for this last week or so. You see I gave up torture for lent
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