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moons-cozy-corner · 2 years
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Rescued Pt.2
TW: Restraints, past torture, conditioning, kidnapping, non-con
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
"If anyone were to ever try to steal you from me, what would you do?"
"Keep my eyes closed and my mouth shut until I am in your possession again, Sir." The answer was simple, and he answered with absolute confidence and pride. He'd repeated it countless times on command, making his master proud.
The questions had filled his week up almost completely. He'd have to answer correctly before he could eat, before he could sleep. Any time Pet saw his master he'd be tested, gaining the chance to prove his worth to them, earning verbal praise that was usually so rare.
"Good. Good..." Master muttered, pacing the floor in front of kneeling Pet, who sat so nicely on the floor with his hands crossed on his lap. His Master looked worried, but he dared not speak a word of it, lest he be punished. Master crouched in front of him, lifting his face into their hands. "You've been so good, Pet. I'm very proud of how far you've come."
"Thank you, Master," he replied, bowing his head.
His master hummed delightfully, running their thumb across Pet's cheek. He was not used to such affection from his master, but still he sat, silent and obedient. "You've done so well...
"You've done so well, Villain." Fingers combed through his sticky hair, pulling on knots and other clumps dried together from sweat. He rolled over with a moan. Whoever this person was was not Master. If he could move any further away, he would have, but the other quickly grabbed his shoulders and led him back to the center of the bed. "Careful, love. You'll fall off the bed." The voice was annoyingly soothing, and Pet hated how relaxed it made him feel.
Trying to push the other away, he realized his hands couldn’t move all that far, and he immediately recognized the cold metal. They had cuffed him.
"Woah!" The man beside him yelled, shifting where he sat at the edge of the stiff hospital mattress as Pet yanked harshly at the handcuffs. Only one harsh off tug at the metal, just enough to show how pissed he was, then he lay still again. Immediately, he regret his decision. Master would not have approved that action.
Still, his eyes stayed shut, and he kept his breathing as calm as he could muster under the circumstances. Master had taught him well how to look and act differently than he was feeling. They'd taught him well, but it was clear he still had much to learn. That's why he needed to get back to his master so badly.
Somebody else walked into the room them, and Pet could feel their eyes on his still form. "Another outburst, Hero?" Hero. That was his name, the one that had created all that noise. He was the one behind all this, wasn't he? The abduction, the cuffs, the hospital. It was all him.
Pet had to force himself to swallow the bile rising in his throat. He hadn't been so angry in a long while, it almost felt... invigorating?
"No, ma'am. Not an outburst. He's just spooked, is all." The room fell almost silent, but Pet wouldn't know true silence again until Master found him and took him home. There was too much buzzing here. Hero stood and walked over to the woman, dropping his voice to a whisper, probably so that Pet wouldn't hear, but he so easily did. "Are the cuffs really necessary, Superhero? He's been through some serious trauma, restraining him like this can't be helping."
The older woman sighed, not bothering to soften her voice or her spitting tone as she sauntered over to the bedside. She smelled like antiseptic and some other scent that was probably meant to be flowers. It gave him a headache within seconds, making him squirm away, turning his head away to find fresh air.
She scoffed. "Trauma? What do you care about his trauma? He's a villain, Hero. He doesn't deserve mercy or pity or whatever this is that you're trying to feel for him." This Superhero person grabbed his hair, turning his face back towards her, and with the other hand she tried to pull open his eyes. "Open your eyes and face me, vermin."
Before she managed to, Hero was on her, and there was some sort of struggle. Superhero was screaming at Hero to get off, and it seemed as if he did, because she finally shut up, her heels clicking as she left the room in a huff.
He dared open his eyes for a second. Just a second, seeing the woman disappear behind a corner, Hero running a hand over his red, puffy face. He dropped his hand, resting it in his sweatshirt pocket before his eyes turned back to Pet's weak figure.
The figure that had stupidly decided to open his eyes, resulting in locking gazes with an exhausted Hero, who's eyes sparked with something so easily recognizable. It made Pet's heart jump, made him shut his eyes before his brain could process anything else.
"Villain?" He closed his eyes as soon as Hero had seen him, turning his head again. "Villain, please. Say something. Do something. Anything. Anything."
Pet stayed silent, clenching their jaw as tears threatened to fall out of their clenched eyelids. He didn't dare make another mistake like that again.
Hero sighed, sitting down in the chair beside the bed. Pet could hear it creak with their weight. "Y'know, I spend every day searching for you since you disappeared. I'd started to lose hope, but we found you, Villain. I found you, finally, after four years." A choked laugh escaped his lips, and Pet found himself crying as well, tears silently dampening the pillow beneath his cheek. "I don't know what that bastard did to you, Villain, but you've got to be in there somewhere. Please, come back to me." Clammy hands rested on top of one of Pets', but he didn't move. Neither of them did.
"Right. Well," Hero said, sniffling as they stood. "I have to go. I'll be back tomorrow." He leaned down and kissed Vil- Pet on the head, soft warm lips penetrating the cold and spreading heat across his face.
Then Hero left, and Pet sat there, confused. He had been right, Hero had been the one to steal him away from his Master, and he knew anger and resentment should have followed. If Master saw him now, with tears falling freely from his now open eyes, saw his quivering lip, he'd be punished terribly; but he couldn't help it.
He knew what he'd seen. Something so familiar was in those tired eyes, but he couldn't put his finger on it. And he didn't want to. He didn't want to be disloyal to his master, so he bit his lip and hid his puffy eyes, resuming the mantra's he had been told so many times.
Stay quiet. Be patient. Behave. You will not see or speak until I find you.
Well done, Pet.
Well done, Villain.
part 3
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dont-be-gentle-please · 4 months
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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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Whumper drugging Whumpee up so they're super docile and out of it for when the other whumpers come over for a whumper party. Whumper's guests take turns cooing over Whumpee, petting them, holding them in their laps and feeding them little treats like pieces of fruit or chocolate. The whumpers fighting for the adorable Whumpee's attention, however limited it may be. Now imagine Whumpee is a human and the whumpers are all fae.
...should I write this?
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secretwhumplair · 10 months
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Whump prompt XVIII
Caretaker is trying to buy whumpee to free them.
Only they cannot afford the asking price, so they're left haggling down whumpee's value, picking out every conceivable flaw and arguing with the seller that whumpee really isn't worth that - all fully within earshot of whumpee.
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inkwell-and-dagger · 8 months
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living weapon whumpees who, during the first few months of recovery with caretaker, are foreign to the concept of comfort‼️‼️‼️
have them flinching away from caretaker's soft touch because they believe they don't deserve it‼️‼️‼️
have a caretaker gently massage living weapon whumpee's shoulders, soothing words further adding to whumpee's overall confusion before they eventually lean into caretaker's warm touch‼️‼️‼️
have caretaker's soft words and hands holding whumpee's face snap them out of their conditioning after something / someone accidentally triggered them, startled at first before recognizing that, caretaker wasn't a threat, they were safe with them and that whumper wasn't here anymore ‼️‼️‼️
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justbreakonme · 2 months
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Whumper that treats pet whumpee like a lapdog meets whumpee who had lived their whole life touchstarved and hated equals the most toxic but enjoyable relationship either had ever had.
Whumper likes how whumpee leans into their touch, the way they panic when they leave the room.
Whumpee relishes the “best” treatment they’ve ever had, and chalks up the overly close and possessive nature of it to love.
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Best ways to restrain your Whumpees (a subjective scale)
Tied to a chair: 7/10. Classic, gets the job done. Rub their skin raw while you're at it.
Cuffed to the chair: 9/10. The more cuffs the better. Sure, cuff each wrist to an arm chair. But what if you also cuffed their wrists together with just enough slack so their circulation doesn't cut off? ... what if you didn't give them enough slack? What about their legs?
Chained to the chair: 4/10. Oppressive weight is nice and all, but unless you know what you're doing, these are easy to slide off and best used alongside other methods.
Strapped to the chair: 6/10. Better suited for impersonal settings.
Duct taped to the chair: 7/10. Potential 9/10 if you rip the tape off every time you move them. Do you do it hard and fast, listen to their sudden scream? Or do you do it slowly, savor each pitiful little whimper?
(Surgery required) Put magnets in their wrists: 9/10. Make them try to lift their arms, only to feel like their skin is ripping from the inside. Make sure they know you put the magnets in there. Nothing that will make them sick, you reassure. Just making sure they can't go anywhere without you un-magnetizing the arm rests.
Chained to the wall: 7/10. How much room do they have? Is it only one wrist, both on the same chain? Each one on opposite sides of the room? What about ankles? Do their steps rattle? Can they toss and turn in bed without making any noise?
Chained/cuffed to the floor: 10/10. Absolute humiliation. Forced to kneel, bow their head, cower like a dog before you. Their restraints holding them down every time they try to rise against you, reminding them of their place.
Ankles chained to a pole: 6/10. Oh sure, you can run. You just can't go very far. An interesting idea, but overall mediocre.
Leash wrapped around a pole: 8/10. Leave your pet unable to wander too far, perhaps keep their food bowl just out of reach. Make them dependent on you for bathroom breaks, food, and water.
Tied to a beam/pole: 8/10. How big is the pole? Are they tied so tight that all they can do is squeeze their shoulder blades together, and every time they try to relax the ropes tug them back? Is it large enough that their entire arms can wrap around it? A little too big for that? Did you tie up their feet as well?
Tied horizontally to a beam/pole: 9/10. So many ways this could go! Arms and legs above them like they're a pig on a spit, or one of those rotisserie chickens in the grocery store. Arms below, facing up, like they're laying in bed. Forced to look down at how high up they are, unable to do anything to get down.
Dangling by their wrists: 8/10. Once again, a classic choice. Rope or cuffs work here.
Dangling by their hair: 2/10. Not a long-term solution, hair will be pulled out. Only works with certain Whumpees. Only suited for short-term punishments.
Dangling by their neck: 7/10 if done right. Once again, a temporary solution best used to scare and threaten your Whumpee. I cannot overstate that you must be careful with this method if you like to reuse Whumpees. Remember to let your Whumpee down once they pass out!!
Dangling by their leash and collar: 6/10. Same concerns as above.
Dangling by their waist: 4/10. Has some potential, but have not seen it used much if at all.
Dangling by their ankles/feet: 5/10. A good way to disorient and weaken your Whumpee, but must be used in moderation. Excessive blood rush to the head can cause permanent damage and makes your Whumpee less fun to play with.
Standing in water: 4/10. A good short-term punishment, but can cause loss of toes and even feet of water gets too cold. Proceed with caution.
Gags: 9/10! Good for defiant Whumpees, Whumpees in transport, ones who can't learn the lesson not to speak. Just remember to take it off when you want to hear their screams.
Small rooms, holes in the ground, boxes: 8/10. Less about restraint, more containment, but still gets the point across. They cannot escape you, no matter how much they wish to.
I reiterate, leashes: 10/10. Hold their leash at all times, and you'll know when they try to run away.
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whumpsoda · 2 months
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I. I love vampire hunters turned thralls. Brainwashed into adoring little pets to creatures of which they once chased down with the goal of killing… UGH just someone who used to hate the thing they now address as master… bonus points if they get their memories erased and have no memory of their hunter past :3
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whumble-beeee · 2 months
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Crack Prompt: Welcome to the Whumpee Store!
(aka totally not bbu what do you MEAN)
Whumpees stacked on shelves grocery store-style
Different aisles for different types of whumpee ("No ma'am, this is actually the conditioned aisle, the defiant aisle is on the other side of the store, aisle 9.")
Workers that are TOTALLY not whumpees themselves probably
Or maybe that teenager helping you really is just your average dead-eyed retail worker. Basically the same thing at this point anyway.
"Sir, that's the price for a fresh unaltered whumpee. You can mold them however you want."
"You want me to do YOUR JOB for you?! What kind of establishment is this?!"
On that note, whumpees made to order
You want a medium-sized defiant whumpee that'll start crying and freeze up the second you turn the lights off? Say less.
Tags on the more dainty and dewey-eyed whumpees that say "Torture with Care"
"Mx., you broke the warranty when you threw your whumpee down the stairs. The instructions clearly state they're meant for household chores only, you'll have to pay full price for a new one."
Whumpees in those sealed plastic action figure boxes, forced into a single pose for. however long it takes you to buy them please buy them they're begging you please PLEASE PLEASE THEY CAN'T TAKE--
Whumpees staring hopefully (or fearfully) at every potential customer that walks by.
BARTERING. RIGHT. IN. FRONT. OF. WHUMPEE.
Customers trying to get the conditioned whumpees to crack so they don't have to pay as much for them.
"I'm not sure this whumpee is trained as well as you say, I'm gonna need a demonstration"
Living weapon whumpees locked behind those stupid glass cabinets that you have to get a store attendant to unlock for you if you want to get at one
^Exotic/rare/expensive ones too
Thank you to all my friends on the Whump World server for all your suggestions and enabling me :) I probably have more too, but this was getting long lmao
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randowhump · 2 months
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Pet whump is low-key hilarious imagine you're at this guy's house and you see this grown ass man in a cage
"Oh don't worry about it that's my pet"
"my brother in Christ your pet is a human person"
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whumpster-dumpster · 1 month
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Head pets for Whumpee. For Caretaker to comfort them, for Whumper to infantilize/dehumanize/lure them into a false sense of security, just -- yeah. Head pats for Whumpee
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abhainnwhump · 4 months
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Whumpee won't come out from under the bed, no matter how many times Caretaker whispers to them that they're safe now. Caretaker's real dog comes in the room out of curiosity. Whumpee softens at the sight of the dog because it's a pet like them. They end up befriending the dog and Caretaker walks in one day to see the two curled up at the edge of the bed. As much as Caretaker would prefer Whumpee to sleep at the top of the bed, they have to admit that it's adorable.
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violent-ultraviolet · 5 months
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Okay guard dog whumpees or attack dog whumpees who are human but the little things about the way they interact with their environment gives them away.
They sit unnaturally on chairs, limbs tangled
They stalk rather than simply follow or walk
They tend to have little ticks like snapping at the air quietly when they're frustrated. Whumper knows it's harmless.
Whumpees who have that distinct human "etiquette" trained out of them :)
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whumpshaped · 5 months
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this is a disgustingly fluffy prompt so beware slfkdh
caretaker always calls whumpee a word in their (caretaker‘s) native language, which whumpee doesn’t understand. but since they are very self loathing they just assume it’s something negative, since caretaker has to spend so much time and energy caring for and „tolerating“ whumpee. one day whumpee gets too curious though and decides to look up the word, only to find out it’s a pet name and caretaker has been calling them something lovingly the entire time
(bonus points if you do it in your native language i love learning new cute pet names!!)
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sorry to all hungarians i know seeing this will cause some whiplash
tw pet whump, past trauma, caretaker new master
‘Easy, szívem.’
‘Szívem, could you bring me some water?’
‘You don’t have to push yourself, szívem.’
Whumpee accepted the nickname as their own easily. Whumper had given them plenty, although never ones they couldn’t even understand; useless, stupid, mutt… who knew which one Caretaker was using on them?
They avoided asking about it for the longest time. They told themself they were prepared for the meaning, that they could handle whatever degrading thing their new master ‘friend’ threw at them, but in reality… They weren’t prepared at all. They didn’t want to know. They wanted to pretend it was something nice, a term of genuine endearment, dear, darling, honey… Something people said to each other with kindness.
But eventually, curiosity won out. Whumpee sneaked into the study one day, picking out one of the dictionaries from the shelf. They thought about using the computer, but they chickened out. It would’ve been a much more egregious crime than opening a book.
The issue was, they had no idea how to spell the word. They started at ‘S’, flipping through pages upon pages and finding nothing. See-vem. See-vem. None of the words looked right. They eventually crossed over into the next letter, ‘Sz’, unsure what sound that would even make. It was all so confusing… How did Caretaker even speak this?
“Can I help you?”
Whumpee flinched at the voice, slamming the dictionary shut immediately. “C-Caretaker– I– I wasn’t– I wasn’t doing anything! I was cleaning, and the book fell down, I was just trying to check whether it was intact–”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” they said with a smile. “I’m not mad, szívem. But if you were looking for something specific in there, maybe I could help.”
“N-no, no, it’s… it’s nothing… I…” They took a deep breath, trying to ground themself. It was now or never, really. They wouldn’t get a better chance to ask. “Well… I, I was wondering about, um… The nickname, I guess. What you always call me.”
“Ah, of course. I’m sorry, I’ve never really explained it, have I? It’s just a term of endearment.” They pulled out their phone and typed something. “I’m pretty sure the dictionary only has the root word. Here.”
Whumpee took the phone gingerly, looking at the translation program. Original word, in Hungarian: szívem. Yeah, they would’ve never gotten that right. Translation, in English…
Their eyes widened in disbelief. Next to them, Caretaker chuckled. “What did you think it meant?” they asked cheerily, seemingly unaware of all the horrible options that had been swirling around in Whumpee’s head before.
“I… I don’t even know,” they breathed.
They definitely didn’t think it meant something as innocent as ‘my heart’.
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whumpalicious08 · 5 months
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Public humilliation whump🫡
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Hired gun once-defiant whumpee being 'disciplined' in front of Criminal Whumper's colleagues.
Kingpin Whumper is holding an informal meeting in a private study. Genially drunk business associates are chattering about.
The heavy wooden doors are pulled open and a guard by Whumpee's side wrenches them into the room, one hand around their upper arm.
Whumpee is shirtless and shivering, sanguine leaking from the disorderly lines cut into their back. Fresh wounds layer on pale pink scars which layer on paler brown ones. Their arms are bound in front of them.
The sight of Whumpee sobers everyone up, but all are frozen in inaction from the threat Whumper presents.
Whumpee never cries in front of anyone.
But Whumpee's eyes are red rimmed and leaking now.
They're brought to Whumper. Whumpee picks a spot on Whumper's leather shoes and focuses on it, determined to avoid everyone's pitying eyes. The spark of anger burning within them turns it's flames inward, shame rising from the ashes of Whumpee's dignity.
Whumper smiles, and lifts Whumpee's head with a gentle press of his fingers under their chin. "Anythin' you want to tell me, pretty?"
Whumpee knows the answer he wants to hear. They meet Whumper's eyes for a moment, but rapidly abandons the challenge.
Their raw throat struggles to form the reply.
"Thank you, sir."
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innocentwhump · 6 months
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I love whumpers who own pet whumpees for companionship.
I love whumpers who talk kindly to pet whumpee but in a way where they are using whumpee for conversation and never giving a thought to whumpee ever leaving them because they are their pet.
Whumpers/masters who come home and talk to whumpee without even acknowledging that they bought whumpee from an auction.
Whumpers/masters that don't acknowledge that whumpee had a previous life without them.
Whumpers/masters that are nice to whumpee but they don't treat them as someone who has thoughts and feelings that are equal to their own.
Whumpers/masters who never mention the outside world apart from their own personal interactions with people which is too vague and specific to give whumpee any information.
Whumpees who are treated well, given the food, water and clothing they need but are not free to leave or make any of their own choices.
The person treating them so well and never laying a finger on them is also holding them captive.
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