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for the mind/body control ask game

scenario 4 + scenario 9 or 10 + dialogue 2

4. whumpee is fully aware of what's happening and what they're being forced to do, but their body won't respond to them at all + 9. whumpee is forced to be affectionate and sweet + 2. "my little puppet/doll/pet."

mind/body control ask game

[tw noncon touching, noncon kissing, body control, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, possessive whumper]

“My little doll,” Whumper crooned, motioning Whumpee even closer; Whumpee leaned in, of course, entirely against his will.

They were way too close to him. He was way too close to them, and they were way too good at pretending this was all real, and that he wanted to be all up in their personal space. He strained against the steel-grip Whumper had on his body, trying to pull away, or at least tell them to knock it off, to scream, to cry, to plead… But all he could do was smile adoringly, and enthusiastically reciprocate when his captor leaned forward to press their lips against his.

He wanted to throw up.

“Always so sweet for me,” they murmured, and Whumpee felt his body shift, made to throw one leg over Whumper’s hips and settle in their lap. “Only for me.”

Stop, get away from me, stop this, I fucking hate you, you’re disgusting, stop touching me—

Whumpee wished the control Whumper had on him would numb his body too, but he was all too aware of the hands sliding across his skin and down his sides. They settled on the back of his thighs, pulling him yet closer, and he could feel himself break out in goosebumps. 

“I’ll never share you with anyone, pet.” Whumper let him pull back a little, only to keep him rigidly still as they started trailing sloppy kisses down his neck. “I’d never betray that sweetness like that.”

#ask res #whumpsday #whump #whump drabble #noncon touching #noncon kissing #body control #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #possessive whumper #res writes

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scenarios 4 + 7 with one of the following dialogues of your choice: 7, 14, or 22. for the mediwhump ask game

4. noncon surgery without anaesthesia + 7. whumpee is just a test subject, not a patient

22. "don't touch me! don't– don't, it hurts!"

mediwhump ask game

[tw multiple whumpers, noncon surgery, restraints, lab whump, gore, dehumanisation, it/its used to dehumanise]

“Don’t touch me! Don’t— don’t, it hurts!”

“It’s losing too much blood,” Whumper said, completely ignoring the pained cries. “Do you think you can keep it alive?”

“Just stop!” Whumpee shrieked, desperate to get Whumper’s hand out of their chest cavity. Unfortunately, it was quite the impossible task with all four of their limbs secured to the operating table, and with extra leather straps across their forehead and hips. “Please! Stop!”

“Of course,” someone replied, and Whumpee couldn’t even turn their head to see who it was. “Just keep going, I’ll make sure it pulls through.”

“Good.” Whumper dug around with their stupid equipment a bit more, and Whumpee let out a blood-curdling scream. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. “I think I found it. I’ll try to take it out.”

Whumpee wept and yelled the entire time, not coherent enough to ask what Whumper was about to remove, whether it was the ‘foreign object’ they had talked about earlier, or perhaps an organ they deemed interesting and valuable enough to steal. Both were equally as likely, Whumpee had come to learn.

“We should gag it next time,” the stranger chimed in.

“We should, shouldn’t we,” Whumper grumbled, dropping their catch on a metal tray. “I’d tell you to grab a cloth or something, but at this point I just need to sew it back up again. It can scream all it wants.”“I’ll never understand why it keeps doing this. I mean, does it want us to mess up? I bet it would be the most devastated out of all of us if that happened.”

#ask res #whumpsday #multiple whumpers #noncon surgery #restraints #lab whump #gore #dehumanisation #res writes #whump #whump drabble

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9. Aphrodesiacs

drugging ask game

[tw lady whumper, noncon drugging, nsfw, humiliation, dehumanisation, conditioning, intimate whumper]

“Make it stop,” Whumpee whined, their body still moving against their will. They were humping that stupid pillow like a bitch in heat, and they just couldn’t seem to stop. “Please, m-make it— make it stop—”

“Why, but you’re such a pretty sight.” Whumper grabbed them by the chin, her leather glove impossibly cold against Whumpee’s flushed cheeks. “All this whimpering, all these tears… Why would I ever want to make it stop? I should keep you like this forever.”

“No!” they cried, and yet they leaned into the touch, hips still grinding tirelessly. They must’ve looked pathetic, they knew that, but all the shame did was fuel the desire. “Please, please—”

“Be a good dog,” she cooed, taking her hand away and taking a seat in the armchair across from the bed. “Entertain me some more.”

#ask res #whump #whump drabble #lady whumper #noncon drugging #humiliation #dehumanisation #conditioning #intimate whumper #nsfwhump #res writes

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Hi Res! I love your work and idk if this is your thing but, winged whumpee who is kept somewhere without a roof or ceiling so they could fly out but are too weak/otherwise unable to. Especially if they are exposed to harsh weather.

Again, I’m sorry if this isn’t your thing!

- 🎞️

[tw lady whumpee, winged whumpee, nonhuman whumpee, environmental whump, starvation, captivity, dehumanisation, death wish]

Whumpee shivered as the cold winter breeze swept across her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Her captor didn’t think to grant it any amenities, like a blanket, or heaven forbid, some time inside. No, instead she was made to sleep in the same cage as always, the cage that did nothing to keep out the elements.

It didn’t even have a ceiling. It was either a taunt, or a desire to save some money on the construction — Whumpee didn’t know, and honestly, she didn’t care much. She just cared when the heavy rain poured down on her and left her wings waterlogged, or when the snow that covered the entire landscape made her skin sting and chilled her to the bone. In this climate, there was little else. The few sunny days a year left little to yearn for. 

She wasn’t made for this environment, and yet her captor dragged her here, chasing some sort of bounty they didn’t end up receiving. They told her it didn’t matter, they were going to keep her anyway, because maybe another customer would come along and take a freak like her. And then they left. She hadn’t seen them since that day.

Maybe they weren’t even alive anymore. Maybe they just forgot about her entirely.

Whumpee stared up at the sky, knowing well that a healthy specimen of her kind could easily fly away. One that wasn’t weak, starved, with their feathers falling out from the malnutrition and the cold — but all she could do was stare longingly, imagining a day when her strength would magically return and allow her to leave this wretched cage.

She wouldn’t die. She couldn’t. But sometimes, on days like this, she really wished she could.

#ask res #film anon #whump #whump drabble #lady whumpee #winged whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #environmental whump #starvation #captivity #dehumanisation #death wish #res writes

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a lot of whump presupposes captivity, but personally i’ve been really interested in what you might call part time whump? its where whumpee and whumper both have their own life, they don’t even see each other that often, but when they do there is this unspoken contract for submission. i think the contrast between whumpee’s daily life and the nights they spend kneeling beside someone makes the cruelty feel a lot sharper. i think there’s a lot of potential here.

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They're just having a little fun.

Art taglist: @angst-after-dark, @whumpsday, @flowersarefreetherapy, @rainydaywhump, @softvampirewhump, @burnticedlatte

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please can we get a continuation of your #11 blurb (the one where the whumpee was poisoned by nightshade)? i LOVED that one, it was so truly delicious :)

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[tw captivity, conditioning, noncon drugging, needles]

Dragging themself back to their room took more time than anticipated. Whumpee had to take several breaks on the way, and they collapsed as soon as they were inside, taking wheezing breaths that set their lungs on fire. They couldn't move. They couldn't sit pretty. Hell, they weren't sure they would be able to keep breathing until Whumper decided to finally show up.

At some point they must've fallen asleep, because the next time they blinked their eyes open, it was already dark out. They were still in the same position, motionless and sprawled out on the floor like a corpse. Whumper still wasn't anywhere near them.

If they held their breath, they could hear the faint sounds of them typing away on their laptop. Whumpee never knew what their "work" entailed, but whatever it was, it stole them away for most of the day — something Whumpee was usually grateful for.

Not today.

Today they wished Whumper would finally stop and pay them a visit.

Would they stop this torture? Or would they chastise them for their disobedience and the fact that they'd spent the afternoon dozing on the floor like a sick cat?

Whumpee mustered up all their strength and tried to push themself along towards the centre of the small room. They dragged their useless body inch by inch towards the place where they were usually expected to kneel, knowing full well they weren't going to assume the correct position. They wanted to get as close to it as possible, at least.

"Oh, dear..." Whumper's voice startled them quite badly. When did they finish their work? Did Whumpee not hear their footsteps over their own laboured breathing? "That's not very pretty. Or sitting, for that matter."

"Please," they rasped. "Stop..."

"I can't believe I had to render you so entirely useless for you to finally learn." Whumper walked further into the room, their shoes slowly coming into Whumpee's field of vision as they came to a stop next to them. "I've been slipping this thing into your meals for ages... I thought we might be able to come to an understanding before things got so ugly."

"I understand," Whumpee choked out.

"I know. I can see that." They crouched down and grabbed Whumpee's arm, straightening it out so they could administer... whatever that thing was in that syringe they were holding. Whumpee didn't care anymore. They just wanted this to stop. "I don't want you useless, Whumpee," they said as they pushed the needle into their arm. "I just want you... docile."

#ask res #whump #whump drabble #captivity #conditioning #noncon drugging #needles #res writes

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If I have to be the one to pry open your legs, you'll soon find out how much easier you are to fuck without them. Open.

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@whumpsday i'm sorry i can't read and i did scenario 4. here's the actual request

4. "so feisty... should i tighten the restraints even more?"

kidnapping ask game

[tw lady whumper, kidnapping, restraints, gagged, dehumanisation]

"So feisty..." Whumper murmured, an excited grin creeping across her lips. "Should I tighten these even more?"

She didn't wait for a reply. She yanked on the free end of the ziptie that was securing Whumpee's wrists together, making the plastic cut into the soft flesh. Her victim stifled a whimper, choosing to instead glare at her.

"Such spirit!" she cooed. "I'm so glad. I always try not to go for the crybabies, but it's so hard to judge how people will react to being kidnapped and thrown into the trunk of a car!"

Whumpee said something behind the gag, something that suspiciously resembled some swearing. They'd have to be taught better eventually, but that was the fun of it! There was no reward in training a timid little rabbit that was all too eager to obey in the first place.

"But I admit, you kind of fucked yourself over with that one. It's a long drive from here to my home." She tapped Whumpee's bound wrists. "Let's hope people don't actually need that much blood in their hands."

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oh shit! i didnt check my blog for a bit there, and i have so many requests now! i should have time to fill them in a timely manner...

#im so excited!!! #im gonna grab some food and write some torment #res rambles

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9. caretaker purposely uses whumpee's conditioning against them

bad caretaker ask game

[tw bad caretaker, living weapon, conditioned whumpee, dehumanisation, captivity, restraints]

"Stop treating me like... like I'm a monster," Whumpee whispered. "I never wanted to hurt anyone..."

Caretaker gave them a faux-compassionate look. "I know, sweetheart. And believe me, you look very harmless most of the time."

"I am harmless!" they insisted. "I've changed, I put in the work to change–"

Caretaker snapped their fingers, and Whumpee immediately went quiet. "D405, kill."

The reaction was instantaneous. Whumpee lunged at them, feral as a hunting dog, trying to tear their chains out of the wall to be able to strangle them with it. They rubbed their wrists raw under the handcuffs until they bled, at which point Caretaker gave them the command to stand down.

Awareness slowly returned to Whumpee's eyes. The scent of blood seemed to make them nervous, but as soon as they realised it was their own, they settled down a little. They didn't say a thing, though. Didn't rage about the command or their old identifier being used — didn't argue further against the notion that they were a monster either.

Caretaker didn't rub it in. The demonstration was likely more than enough. Whumpee couldn't just change; they were a hound through and through, a weapon designed to track down and kill.

"I'll come back tomorrow with your breakfast," Caretaker said calmly. "Try not to think of this as a holding cell. It's... well, it's your room. Your home."

#ask res #posiongil #whump #whump drabble #bad caretaker #living weapon #conditioned whumpee #res writes #dehumanisation #captivity #restraints

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@whumpsday

8. whumpee is given a paralytic

11. "what was in that? what's going to happen to me?"

drugging ask game

[tw lab whump, restraints, noncon drugging, syringe, needles]

"Wh– what was in that?" Whumpee stammered as the syringe was emptied into their bloodstream. "What's going to happen to me?"

"You'll see," Whumper said calmly.

"No– no, I need to know, I want to know–"

"There's a big difference between need and want, isn't there?" They placed the empty syringe on the metal tray, then looked over Whumpee's restrained body. "I assure you, I know exactly what you need, and I'm providing it for you. As for what you want... I don't care."

"Please," they whimpered. "I'm scared."

"No need. It's not lethal."

That wasn't very comforting.

Whumpee began to panic when the numbness started setting in. They watched helplessly as Whumper undid their restraints, unable to make use of their newfound freedom. They wanted to open their mouth and let their captor know that there was something wrong, but they couldn't even do that.

"Won't you run?" Whumper asked. Whumpee couldn't even shake their head, let alone get off the table and walk. "Well! It seems like this one was a success."

#ask res #whumpsday #whump #whump drabble #lab whump #restraints #noncon drugging #syringe #needles #res writes

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@whumpsday i'm sorry i can't read and i did scenario 4. here's the actual request

4. "so feisty... should i tighten the restraints even more?"

kidnapping ask game

[tw lady whumper, kidnapping, restraints, gagged, dehumanisation]

"So feisty..." Whumper murmured, an excited grin creeping across her lips. "Should I tighten these even more?"

She didn't wait for a reply. She yanked on the free end of the ziptie that was securing Whumpee's wrists together, making the plastic cut into the soft flesh. Her victim stifled a whimper, choosing to instead glare at her.

"Such spirit!" she cooed. "I'm so glad. I always try not to go for the crybabies, but it's so hard to judge how people will react to being kidnapped and thrown into the trunk of a car!"

Whumpee said something behind the gag, something that suspiciously resembled some swearing. They'd have to be taught better eventually, but that was the fun of it! There was no reward in training a timid little rabbit that was all too eager to obey in the first place.

"But I admit, you kind of fucked yourself over with that one. It's a long drive from here to my home." She tapped Whumpee's bound wrists. "Let's hope people don't actually need that much blood in their hands."

#ask res #whumpsday #whump #whump drabble #lady whumper #kidnapping #restraints #gagged #dehumanisation #res writes

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I need a whumpee who’s straight up pathetic. a whumpee who hates themselves. give me a man with negative self esteem. a man with so much guilt, so much constant anxiety— someone who feels like they’ve messed everything up so horribly and they’re still currently messing everything up. give me a whumpee who has no time to correct for their past mistakes because life just keeps throwing more shit at them. give me sad, pathetic, irredeemable whumpees.

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caretaker wasn’t supposed to be doing this, they weren’t a caretaker, and surely whumpee is capable of taking care of themselves, right? surely they’re old enough, so why does caretaker need to be there? they hate it, waking up every morning to an overly excited whumpee rambling about their dreams, they make breakfast and attempt to tune out of the annoying endless chatter, and they spend their evenings praying to everything above that whumpee would just go to bed-

until one day whumpee’s gone. they dropped them off at school without a word, watched them as they happily waved them off before turning to their friends. but now they’re gone, they’re not waiting in that same spot out of the school, there’s no sight of them or their backpack riddled with dozens of cute keychains and pins. caretaker jumps out of their car, heads towards the friends they pretended not to notice, demanding to know where their charge is. the shrugs tell them nothing, so they go home.

maybe whumpee will show up later, the peace and quiet will be nice after all.

a few hours pass, and caretaker cooks them a meal for when they’re home.

they watch the clock tick by and pass their favourite channel as they scroll through the tv, their show is on.

whumpee never comes home, and soon they’re at the police station. the police call them a few days later, and all caretaker hears is “i’m sorry- kidnapped-“

caretaker waits in the silence, they cook two meals every night in case whumpee comes strolling through that door with their giddy smile and endless stories, they save their show so they can catch up, and they practice their “i don’t care about you, but don’t do that again” lecture.

it’s months before caretaker gets the call, and this time the only word they hear is “hospital”

caretaker isn’t worried, or angry or scared, not by whumpee’s pale, bruised face, the frail form or the scars that peak out from the covers. caretaker doesn’t care- and they’re not crying from relief, they’re not gripping their hand tightly as they thank every god above, because whumpee is nothing more than an inconvenience-

whumpee is so small now, they shake and stutter, and the small smiles they manage don’t reach their eyes. when they’re home, whumpee doesn’t talk, not really, they answer caretakers questions and they mumble a shaky thank you when they’re given food, but they don’t ramble. not like they used to.

and caretaker finds themselves filling in the silence, sat on the couch talking and talking, about what whumpee’s missed, their friends and hell- even caretaker’s friends. they hand them the remote to watch their show and they tuck them in at night, and they pray that one day whumpee will smile again, perhaps wake them with that annoyingly cheerful “morning caretaker!” once more, or even just talk about the meaningless things in their life.

the whumpee they let crawl into their bed after they wake up screaming, the whumpee that hides behind them in front of strangers, the whumpee that quietly asks them questions isn’t their whumpee. and all caretaker can think is that if they’d just listened; payed a little more attention to their endless stream of words, their whumpee would be here.

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#dark or wyld #everything else is too much rules or too scary