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Burnt matches

Whumpee  stirred open in his sleep. He blinked his eyes a few times as he sat up and looked at the person across the room. It's not Whumper this time…it's…

Whumpee 2!

Chained up, wearing a white shirt with eyes staring into space. The guy looked more like a ghost than a person. His shirt even had a blood stain…much more worse than Whumpee. Whumpee frowned, confused at his friend's state. Whumper separated them for the past few weeks and he never expected that they would meet like this. It's like seeing a different person now.

"Um, hello…dude?" 

Whumpee's voice echoing through the dark basement. Whumpee 2 just stayed silent, not even daring to move. What was he even scared about? It's not like Whumper is here. Whumpee moved the chain around his wrist, he tried to emit some sound to catch the guy's attention. But just like before, that creature just glued to the floor. 

Whumpee gave up. He leaned his head on the wall, closing his eyes. After that he heard the sound of the door being unlocked and opened by Whumper. Whumpee opened his eyes and to his surprise, Whumpee 2 crawled up and hugged Whumper's leg. He frowned, immediately annoyed while Whumper just smirked down at the guy and ruffled his hair affectionately.

Just like how you treat an obedient dog.

Whumper chuckled upon seeing the frustrated look on Whumpee's face. "Aww, are you jealous that I'm being all loving with him rather than you? Maybe you should just submit to me…you will get all the attention too."

Whumper leaned down and stroked the guy's cheek gently. Whumpee looked at them in disgust as Whumper kissed the guy's forehead and squeezed his throat playfully. 

So pathetic, letting someone treat you like that. 

Whumpee swore to his life that he would never break because of someone like Whumper. He would stay strong until Caretaker came and saved him. That's his promise to her. But seeing Whumpee 2 like this broke his heart, what would Caretaker say if she saw him in that condition?

"What did you do to him? What did you do that made him change?" Whumpee asked, with a slight hint of anger in his voice.

Whumper hummed, "Oh, nothing much. Just touch him here and there…you know?"

Whumpee huffed out a sigh, "Touch him with what?"

Whumper squeezed Whumpee 2's cheeks, "With the whip, hammer, shock collar…oh, and a loving touch from me. He takes it like the good boy he is."

Whumpee swallowed hard, Whumper never hurt him using those things before. He only got a few cuts on his body, Whumper drowned him once, and a few kicks and punches every time he made a ruckus. 

"Oh, don't be so surprised that I treated you much better than him. He's the one who offered to take your punishments for you." Whumper said, looking down at Whumpee 2 with a smirk. 

"And now, look at him. He's just a broken doll now, only exists to please me. His dear master."

Whumpee too stunned to make any snarky remarks like always. His eyes glued to his friend. Whumper's right, he's nothing more than a lifeless body. He wanted to yell at Whumper for being the reason he lost his friend forever, but nothing came out of his mouth.

Whumper snickered as he walked out of the basement, locking the door before leaving the two alone. Whumpee looked at Whumpee 2 with his eyes full of…betrayal?

They locked eye contact with each other and Whumpee couldn't help but feel tears burning in his eyes. That's not Whumpee 2, he's a different person now. He used to be so annoying, so cheerful, always encouraging Whumpee to do stupid things. He's also the one who used to get mad at Whumpee when he nearly gave up until that asshole separated them two.

"Whumpee 2…" Whumpee started. "Why? Why did you took my punishments for me? Do you think I'm that weak?" 

Whumpee 2 just stayed silent. He opened his mouth slightly before closing them again. His gaze fell to the ground, not having enough strength to look at Whumpee. But Whumpee ended up feeling more anger towards him. Tears streamed down his face.

"Answer me you idiot! Who asked you to do that for me?! Why are you always like this? Always think about other people rather than yourself! Do you think I would be happy seeing you like this, huh?!"

Whumpee 2 still didn't move nor say anything. Whumpee wanted to yell at him again when he saw a tear rolled down his face. Whumpee could feel his heart shattered at the sight. He pushed his knees to his chest and buried his face on it. 

"Dummy…" Whumpee muttered with a broken voice.

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Yahani and Melkien.

Masterlist.

4-Hurt

For once a good day. Helios understood that what he did had just been an accident, no doubt he was the best hero in the country, the one and only that created the facility and-

Yahani felt his face turn red just thinking about it.

Even the coffee machine at the office that never worked had been changed for a new and better one!

The only thing that was missing was...

"Winter! Don't you know where that little shit is? 001?"

Yahani called; Winter was at the other side of the office, but soon her white hair was right beside him. Couldn't she tie it up at least for a day?

"Nope! Mel hasn't shown up around here since yesterday. Why?"

"Mind your own business." Yahani knew that wouldn't be enough to stop her from asking more questions, and it certainly didn't, but at least he tried.

"I haven't seen Vi either. It's boring around here without her!"

Usually her constant rambling would have pissed him off already, but Yahani was willing to let it slide just for today. If only he managed to find that villain his day would be perfect...

After almost an hour looking for the villain, Yahani was starting to get irritated. Winter hadn't shut up for a second and it was starting to get on his nerves.

'Just where the fuck is he?! Can't he be useful for once?'

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Whump Idea

Yes I know this is my first time posting whump (or really posting on this acc) but I had an idea!

A Whumpee who loves colors, rainbows 🌈

And a whumper who wears different colors depending on how they’re going to torture Whumpee that day.

Red means whumper is going to cut Whumpee

Orange means fire

Yellow means electricity

Green means they’re going to be drugged

Blue means waterboarding/ water torture

Purple means they’re going to be tied in uncomfortable positions (leaving purple bruises where they’ve been tied) and left all day.

Pink is Whumper’s favorite, it means they’re mixing a bit of multiple.

Black is Whumpee’s favorite. It means Whumper is ignoring them that day. Sure it also means no food or water, but that’s surely better than having Whumper’s attention.

Grey means Whumper is feeling nice, and they’re going to cuddle.

Whumper never wears white, that’s for Whumpee to wear so Whumper can see all their blood and scars beneath the fabric.

Just imagine the recovery for Whumpee after all this, someone who once loved having every color in their room needing everything to be black or white. Panicking when they see colors they used to love. Going outside is a nightmare.

How is Caretaker going to get rid of this kind of conditioning?

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Absolute Obedience

"Whumpee, be my chair."

"Yes, master." Whumpee complied. They kneeled on all fours as Whumper sat on their back. "Is this comfortable, master?"

"Mhm."

…

"Master…?

"Shut your mouth. Chairs aren't supposed to talk."

"Yes, master."

…

"Whumpee, go make me a drink."

"Yes, master." Whumpee slowly made their way to the kitchen. They made an orange juice for Whumper, served them with a slight bow.

"Here, master."

"Good. Now kneel again."

"Yes, master." Whumpee kneeled again. They put on a smile when Whumper poured the orange juice right on their head. Whumper chuckled,

"You like that?"

"Yes, master. I like it."

 "Whumpee, light my cigarette." 

Whumpee nodded, they reached for Whumper's lighter on the table and flicked it on their cigarette. Whumper took a long drag before blowing off the smoke in the air. Whumpee just watched silently as Whumper continued smoking on the couch.

"Whumpee, be my ashtray."

"Yes, master."

Whumpee stuck out their tongue for Whumper, their eyes shut in pain as the burning sensation from the cigarette touched their soft muscle. "Does it feel good, Whumpee?"

Whumpee nodded, jaw hanging loosely. "Yes…master…"

Whumper grinned, they put the cigarette inside Whumpee's mouth as they looked down at them with malicious intent.

"Chew and swallow it."

Whumpee's breath came to a halt. They slowly complied as they chewed the cancer stick around their mouth. They almost spit the content out but Whumper placed a hand over their mouth, preventing them from doing so.

"Now, swallow it."

Whumpee consumed the cigarette down their throat. They coughed out as their eyes started tearing up. Whumper ruffled their hair in a mocking manner.

"That's your meal for today. Do you like it?"

"Y-yes, master…"

"Good…now spew it out."

"...w-what?"

Whumper squeezed Whumpee's cheek, smiling innocently. "Spew it out. Do you think it's a good idea to eat a cigarette, you dumb fool?"

Whumpee swallowed hard. They put two fingers inside their mouth and placed them at the start of their throat. They pressed the spot a little before they started throwing up on the floor. Whumper watched in glee, their chin rested lazily on their knuckles as Whumpee's body twitched and trembled from the sensation.

Whumper laughed loudly. They stood up from the couch and pushed their foot down on Whumpee's head, their face made contact with the vomit. The smell filled up their nostrils, making their stomach felt queasy again.

"Who's your master?"

"Y-you…master…"

"Who do you belong to?"

"You…master…"

Whumper smiled giddly. They grabbed a fistful of Whumpee's hair and yanked it harshly upwards. Their eyes met each other as Whumper breath grazed lightly on Whumpee's skin.

"You are mine." They stated, searching for Whumpee's eyes for any sign of defiance. But they found none. Instead, Whumpee formed a genuine smile.

…

…

…

"I am yours, Master…"

#whump

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whumpee telling whumper to take it out on them, that they can take it if it will make whumper feel better, so certain and confident until whumpee is tied up by their wrists and used as a punching bag for hours, dislocated shoulders and broken ribs, bruises that wont heal for weaks, still asking if whumper feels better after the whole ordeal

#whump

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Buttercup

"You sell…cookies?" 

Whumpee nodded. A genuine smile plastered on their face. Their arms carried a basket full of packages of cookies. Whumper pondered for a moment. They were not too fond of sweets, especially cookies. But, seeing the innocent look on Whumpee's face made their heart slightly tingly.

Whumper looked around the neighbourhood, making sure nobody saw their interaction before turning their attention back to Whumpee.

"Won't you come inside? We can discuss more about your sweet little cookies." Whumper's lips curled up slightly, eyes wandering all over Whumpee.

Whumpee hesitated, they suddenly felt uneasy by the request. "Um, I'm not really supposed to enter the customer's house." They explained, fingers gripping tightly on the basket holder. Whumper looked over at the packages inside the basket, noting not even half of the cookies had been sold yet. 

"How unfortunate, I might change my mind once we are inside. I might even buy all of your cookies, you know?"

Whumpee eyes widen in shock and excitement. Whumper chuckled at the sight, they were so desperate to get customers, huh?

"So, what do you say?" They raised an eyebrow at Whumpee. Whumpee thought for a few seconds before they nodded their head. Whumper grinned, they led Whumpee to the living room as they locked the door shut.

Whumpee sat on the couch. The basket on their hands now on the coffee table. They looked a little nervous, but it's okay, because Whumper liked the sight of their prey being nervous and scared. They took a seat across from Whumpee, waiting for them to talk.

Whumpee fidgeted with their fingers before explaining, "Um, so…I only sell two flavours here. Chocolate chip cookies with almond cream on it and Strawberry—"

"What is your name?" Whumper suddenly asked, interrupting Whumpee's train of thoughts. Whumpee blinked their eyes a few times.

"...what?"

"Your name, little one. What is it?" Whumper leaned back on the couch before crossing their legs. Whumpee felt intimidated by their cold gaze.

"My name is…Whumpee." 

Whumper hummed. "Are you sure you want to keep selling cookies for the rest of your life? It's not really worth it, you know?"

Whumpee got speechless for a moment at the sudden question. They have never been asked before, especially by their customers.

"I'm only helping my mom…" Whumpee said, not wanting to share any more information. Whumper watched them intently, they chuckled when Whumpee kept evading their gaze. 

"Aww, how kind. Helping your mommy, hm?" 

Whumper extended their hand to the basket, taking one of the packages inside. "Do you mind?" Whumper asked as they took one of the cookies and brought them to their lips. 

"Go ahead." Whumpee said. They watched as Whumper bit the cookie with their teeth while maintaining eye contact with them. Their eyes flickered for a second on Whumper's lips, as they licked off the crumbs so so slowly for Whumpee to watch.

"It's…delicious." Whumper commented, licking each of their fingers to clean it. Whumpee sighed in relief. 

"So, do you wanna buy it?" 

"Hm? Oh, no no no…the cookie is delicious, yes. But, that's not what I want." Whumper chuckled.

Whumpee shifted slightly in their seat, confused. "Then…what is it that you want?"

Whumper smiled at the question before they stood up and walked across the table to Whumpee. They leaned their body to them before whispering right into Whumpee's ear.

"You."

"...M-me?"

Whumper chuckled, "Yes, you. I want you, darling."

They wrapped their hands gently around Whumpee's as they looked straight into their eyes. Admiring those confused, vulnerable gaze. It was cute. 

"Would you let me…?" Whumper asked softly. Fingers trailing up until they reached Whumpee's neck, thumb brushing the side of their neck delicately. A smirk plastered on their face as they caught Whumpee's flushed face, what a delightful sight indeed.

"You are blushing, sweetheart…am I making you flustered?" 

Whumper asked. They chuckled softly as Whumpee remained silent. "I know how to make you blush even more." 

Whumper tightened their grasp around Whumpee's neck. Whumpee yelp at the sudden pressure, they grabbed Whumper's wrist as they were struggling to breathe. Their face turning to a darker shade of red, almost like the content inside their head were trying to burst through their skull.

"S…stop.." 

"Shh…just feel it, darling."

Whumper pushed their thumb against Whumpee's throat, resulting a gorgeous sound of pain escaping from their little friend. They leaned closer to Whumpee's ear, whispering with a malicious tone dripping on it,

"I bet you'll look so pretty tied up, with bruises and scars all over your body. I wonder what kind of sounds you will make when I carve your skin, when I make you mine…"

Whumper grinned sadistically at Whumpee's pitiful whimpers.

"Would you…like that?

Whumpee shook their head many times, tears streaming down their face from fear. "N-no! Please…please! Let me go!"

Whumper hummed, "Hmm…someone's eager to be mine." They said as they dragged Whumpee from their collar to the basement. Whumpee thrashing and struggling in futile behind them.

"No! Please! Please!"

Whumper closed their eyes, smiling softly. "God, I love that sound."

They opened the door to the basement and threw Whumpee inside before they locked the door. Whumpee's crying and screaming were muffled as they were banging the door desperately. The basement was dark and cold, they couldn't even fathom how someone could live in here. 

Whumper made their way upstairs again before they sat on the couch. They beamed up at the sight of Whumpee's cookies in the basket. They took one of the packages, opened it, and put the cookie inside their mouth one by one in glee. Their evening was filled with the sweet cookies and adorable little sounds of Whumpee's misery from the basement.

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whumpee is captured and held for some time---but eventually, they're rescued, with whumper having fled. whumpee seems mostly unharmed, and tells only a story of simple imprisonment, not having been particularly mistreated. this surprises team---but, hey, it's not necessarily a bad thing, right? even if it doesn't align with how whumper seems to function? eventually, team moves on, just glad to be reunited.

until they confront whumper again as a team. whumpee seems normal---until whumper just says the word, and whumpee immediately starts attacking their friends like a vicious feral animal. that's essentially what they are now; an animal, made to do whatever whumper orders them to, never to disobey.

even if that order is to "blend in".

#whump #conditionated whumpee

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"You know what, that's your fucking problem, Villain. You let those fools walk all over you. They keep mistreating you over and over again over nothing and you just stand there and let it happen!"

"And what do you want me to do about it! They're the only thing I have left."

"So what? That doesn't mean you deserve to be treated like that! Shoot people on the foot, break a few windows, and yell at them! Anything is better than letting yourself be treated like that. For goodness sake, you're the fucking villain! Why on earth I'm the one who's giving you advice!"

#villain prompt #hero caretaker

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the hospital felt like a second round of imprisonment for whumpee.

they were safe from whumper, yes, but they weren't free. IVs and tubes kept them tethered to the hospital bed. bracelets with warnings were tied around their bandaged wrists. nurses checked on them every hour, noting their vitals, adjusting settings on the frightening machines that surrounded the bed, and worst of all, giving whumpee medications that felt far too similar to the drugs whumper had given them to keep whumpee under their control.

at first, whumpee was too weak to protest. they could barely keep their eyes open. but day after day, their strength slowly returned, and with it came the nagging thought that whumpee needed to escape.

#hospital whump #whump

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I love when a Whumper has been so inconsistent with their actions during Whumpee's captivity.

Some times they were really aggressive and punished them for any mistake without reason and then they were kind for no reason.

The soft treatment they gave Whumpee, the kindness to take care of Whumpee, calling them pet names and treating their wounds after a hard punishment.

Or.

When they offer kindness without limits, they give Whumpee treats and kind words, sometimes they even gave gifts just because they felt like it.

But right after that they spit hurtful words at Whumpee. They humiliated them because, they just accepted kindness from their captor? Don't they have any self esteem?

So when Whumpee is rescued, they don't know what to do, because Caretaker is kind and worries about their well being, but what if that's just a trap? A sick joke, just like the ones back at Whumper's? Or what if kindness has a price? What if Caretaker is just making sure they owe them enough for the punishment they are going to perform? What if...?

Whumpee doesn't get to relax, scared of Caretaker's actions and the possible outcome if they ever get used to that kindness.

No, they have to be ready for whatever Caretaker might have planned for them.

#whump prompt #whump writing #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #whump #conditioned whumpee

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Ex-Villain angst

Exactly what it says on the tin.

Ex-Villain from a crime family that has to watch and participate as their family is taken away by the heroes

Ex-Villain who spent their villain years chasing the approval of their mentor/villainous idol/villainous loved one, only to find themselves 'redeemed', now chasing the approval of the heroes

Ex-Villain changing their behavior, but never getting better. In fact, they're not sure they've ever felt worse

Ex-Villain only ever being seen as that, an Ex-Villain

Guilt tripping, so much guilt tripping. They don't even argue anymore, they just give in.

Nobody wants a villain, Ex-Villain is rejected almost everywhere, which can make it easier for hero organizations to keep them under control because they have nowhere else to go.

Ex-Villain losing sleep over their past, unable to think of anything other than what they've done wrong

Ex-Villains dyeing or cutting their hair and changing their appearance until they're unrecognizable, because maybe then they can at least pretend they're a different person now

Ex-Villain who still suffers with violent impulses, unable to ever get help for them because admitting they have them would make everyone distrust them

Ex-Villain who learns the hard way that that 'power of friendship' thing only applies to people the heroes like

Ex-Villain who's trying, they really are, but find it increasingly difficult to believe it'll ever actually make a difference

#villain whumpee

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Blurry pictures

Whumper was…oddly kind, today. Whumpee overslept and they just…smiled at them. No hint of anger or annoyance. Maybe it's a reward for Whumpee after all the suffering they endured? Or maybe—

"Ah! S-sorry, Master! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Whumpee pleaded as they were cleaning up their mess. The coffee stained on Whumper's shirt usually would have resulted in Whumpee being whipped on their back now. But, Whumper said nothing. They just smiled again. "It's okay, dear. No need to worry about it."

Whumper said as they stood up and walked to their room to change to a new clothes. Whumpee immediately made another coffee for Whumper. They got a head pat and compliment from Whumper after that.

That's…weird. 

Whumper never being this affectionate before. What have gotten into them?

"Pet?"

Whumpee hurriedly knelt down in front of Whumper who was sitting on the couch. "Yes…Master?"

Whumper caressed the side of Whumpee's face. "Let's clean those wounds now, shall we?" Whumpee's eyes lit up at the suggestion. How they were desperately needed for their wounds and scars to be covered by bandages.

"Y-yes! Please, Master…"

They both sat still in silence for a long moment, as if they were waiting for something. Whumpee raised their eyebrows in confusion. Whumper sighed before they chuckled dryly. 

"Okay, let me grab the First aid kit…"

Whumper stood up from their seat and took the emergency kit before coming back to the couch. They gritted their teeth at the sight of Whumpee not on their knees anymore but on the couch instead.They sat beside Whumpee and started treating the wounds. 

Whumper's hands and movement strangely gentle today, not rough like always. They seemed to take extra precaution to make sure Whumpee felt comfortable and good at the moment. 

"Eyes on the ground, Whumpee." Whumper said lightly. They weren't mad or anything, just reminding Whumpee to shift their gaze somewhere else instead of looking at them. Whumpee bowed their head in embarrassment for being caught staring.

"S-sorry, Master…" 

Whumper hummed. "It's okay, don't do that again." I'll make sure you don't do that again.

Whumpee nodded instantly. Whumper was being awfully calm and they were silently grateful for that. After finally treating Whumpee's wounds, Whumper pulled Whumpee to lay on the couch with them. Whumper was hugging Whumpee from behind, their chin resting on Whumpee's shoulder. Silence enveloping them as the only sound of Whumper's soft breath filling the room.

"T-thank you for treating my wounds, Master…" Whumpee said, a little uncomfortable being embraced so tightly by Whumper. Their back pressed against their chest.

Whumper kissed the side of Whumpee's head. "You are welcome, dear. Now, just rest with me. Okay? Let those little muscles loosen up."

Whumpee nodded. As they were cuddling for almost five minutes, Whumper's hand grazed lightly on Whumpee's wounds. Not enough to make them scream, but enough to make them feel the pain. Whumpee let out a soft whimper at the feeling of their wounds being caressed.

Their elbow suddenly jerked up to the back, hitting Whumper's ribs as Whumper accidentally pressed their fingers a little too hard on the wound. 

"M-master, I'm sorry! I'm sorry…!"

Whumper grunted in pain slightly before forcing a chuckle, "No…no, it's okay." Whumper tightened their hold on Whumpee. "It's okay, dear…"

Whumpee nodded, accepting the gentle fingers that running through their hair. 

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Whumpee was cleaning the bedroom when they noticed Whumper in a doorway, leaning slightly as they looked at them. Whumper smiled,

"Stop cleaning. You need to have a shower, now."

Whumper said as they grabbed Whumpee's wrist and led them to the bathroom. Whumpee obediently followed from behind. It's been a long time since they last showered. The thought of the water running down their skin made them feel a little giddy.

As they entered the bathroom, Whumper filled the bathtub with water. "You know the procedure." Whumper said. Whumpee obeyed and hopped in the water. They sighed softly as the warm sensation travelled across their skin.

Whumper started working on their hair, massaging the scalp with the shampoo.They both sat in silence before Whumper suddenly asked a question,

"Whumpee, do you remember how you spilled the coffee on my shirt this morning? And how it's my favourite shirt and the coffee was burning my skin? Do you know it's my favourite shirt?"

Whumpee froze. "W-why do you ask me this, Master…?"

Whumper shrugged, "Hmm, just wondering if you knew that all along and just wanted to piss me off." Whumpee's hands started trembling. They trusted the soft fingers that were massaging their scalp to not hurt them at any moment after this.

"I….I didn't know, Master…" 

"Really? You didn't know?"

"Y-yes, I didn't—"

Whumper grabbed the back of Whumpee's head and shoved them into the water. They let out a muffled scream through the water as their hands were gripping on the edge of the bathtub. The moment Whumper pulled them back to the surface, Whumpee was gasping for air. 

They let out a yelp when Whumper grabbed a fistful of their hair and brought their face to them.

"That's for staining my shirt. Do you like it?"

"I-I…N-no—"

Whumper tightened their grasp. "I asked you, do you like it?"

Whumpee swallowed hard, they were on the verge of crying. "I-I like it, Master…" they sighed softly the moment Whumper let go of their hair and walked to the drawer. Whumpee sat still on the bathtub, their knees pressed close to their chest. 

Whumper stood behind them again, this time with something in their hand. Whumpee thought it was a loofah at first but as soon as it made contact with Whumpee's skin, they flinched before a loud scream could be heard inside the bathroom.

Whumper wrapped their fingers around Whumpee's neck tightly from behind, preventing them from moving as they washed their back with a wire dish scrubber. The soap, however, couldn't spread as much as loofah would on their skin leaving Whumpee writhed in pain. 

"M-master, stop! Please…please!" 

"Do you remember how you waited for me to bring the First aid kit for you?" Whumper scrubbed harder. "Who do you think you are, fool?"

"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"And when you casually sat on the couch without my permission, you should be on your damn knees all the time, you know that?"

The wire brush was ripping their skin violently. Blood was dripping everywhere, making the water in the bathtub turning red. Whumpee let out a much louder scream upon seeing it, they were in so much pain but they knew Whumper wouldn't stop anytime soon.

As a matter of fact, Whumper started scrubbing on their scalp. Rough and scratchy, until the wire brush was covered with blood instead of body wash. Whumpee's legs were kicking under the water as they became a sobbing mess.

"I put up with you, today! Forcing out a smile even though I felt annoyed with you. Do you know how hard it was? To put up with an unlovable and annoying fucking thing like you."

Whumper pulled Whumpee out of the bathtub with just holding their neck before they let them fell to the floor. Whumper washed Whumpee's bloody form with clean water. The open wounds stung badly on their skin.

"Did you learn your lesson, pet?" Whumper asked in a threatening voice.

"Y-yes, Master…" 

"Now, thank me for this. Thank me for giving you a lesson, so you will stop making another mistake in the future."

Whumpee swallowed hard, they sniffled a little. They wanted to run, anywhere but here. They just couldn't stand it anymore. It was all too much for them. With a heavy heart, they said,

"T-thank you, Master…"

#whump #whump writing

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🩶Caretaker Forced to Whump🩶

This idea has had my full attention lately.

Caretaker is in disguise, infiltrating Whumper's inner circle to try to free whumpee. Or it's illegal to help someone in whumpee's position. Or they're being watched by Whumper, who will hurt whumpee even more if they think someone had the gall to show kindness to their favorite punching bag.

So Caretaker pretends to enjoy being cruel to whumpee. They torment them, but just slightly less than Whumper would, trying to slip a hidden moment of kindness into the mix whenever they can. Maybe Caretaker hates hurting people, and every moment is tearing out their heart. Or maybe Caretaker has a sadistic side, and would love to see whumpee on their knees in other, more consensual circumstances, but has to keep those thoughts at bay for now. Either way, there's tension! There's inner conflict! There's morally grey decisions being made!

Meanwhile, Whumpee has no idea that Caretaker has any interest in helping them. Caretaker seems like just yet another torturer. Or maybe they have some suspicions - was that whipping less painful on purpose, or is Caretaker just not as good at whippings as Whumper? Or maybe they notice the moments of kindness, but think Caretaker has ulterior motives.

And then, the sudden reveal: Caretaker is actually on their side! But how can whumpee trust them after everything they've done? Sure, it was "just for show," but it still happened, and their body still flinches away from Caretaker by instinct. Or maybe whumpee already had confusing feelings of trust for Caretaker that they couldn't explain, and now everything makes sense. Maybe, now that they're both on the same page and forming a plan, they're an unstoppable pair.

P.S. If you like this idea, you should read my 26 stanza Astarion poem/fic, which no one asked for.

#carewhumper #whump

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There's something very appealing about a conditioned/long-time (or even life-long) whumpee talking to a new acquaintance or friend, or even a future caretaker, and casually talking about the horrors they go through at the hands of their beloved owner. They don't understand why their new friend is looking so horrified. After all, this is normal! Right? ... right?

#stockholm syndrome #heavy conditioned whumpee

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You know what trope I desperately need but never see? A traumatized character who's never had a day of comfort in their life trying to comfort one of their friends, and just failing. They're making things worse, their friend is angry, and they're confused and scared. Give me the angst in a moment that was supposed to be fluff.

#whump writing #traumatized characters

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Living weapon whumpee that doesn't even fully realize they had been conditioned.

Whumper taught them that any person can be a threat, any person could harm them and it was their duty to protect them, so what if Whumpee is bigger, or looks stronger? That doesn't mean a thing.

Whumper showed them that even people that look defenseless can harm them, and that they have to protect the person in charge of them now.

Even when they are rescued, and Caretaker tries to make sure everything is fine, Whumpee knows best.

That annoying roommate of Caretaker could hurt them anytime. They can't be trusted and Whumpee knows it.

It was an accident what happened next, of course. Roommate had just fallen down the stairs. It was just an accident.

Caretaker cried and all of that, but at least now they were safe. They were so safe with Whumpee protecting them.

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Yahani and Melkien.

Masterlist.

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I've been wanting to write something about a villain Whumpee, so here it is :)

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Melkien wasn't a known villain, he didn't even want to be a villain in the first place, he just wanted to survive. Stealing was far easier than trying to get a job, no one would ever want to take in an orphan like him.

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In a world where people have extraordinary abilities, those who are weak don't stand a chance, but still... Yahani wanted to make the world a better place, and with the help of his mentor he was slowly making his wish a reality.

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That was just how the world was.

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