Hands In Hair

narcaro - a romantic orientation on the aro spectrum where NPD affects how you experience romantic attraction. for example, you may only be attracted to people who prioritize you over others or praise you consistently, or people you view as an equal. it could also mean pursuing romantic interests as a way of seeking validation through being desired, without necessarily actually being in love. anyone with npd or who suspects they may have npd or its symptoms can use this label regardless of how they feel they identify with it

colors are the browns from the npd flag and the greens from the aro flag

[ID: a horizontal flag with 6 stripes. from top to bottom: dark reddish brown, light brown, dark mossy green, a medium yellow-green, light yellowish gray and eggshell. end ID]

narc abuse believers and anti-npd truthers PLEASE leave this post alone

Undue Punishments

For the bastards out there.

Things Whumpee can get in trouble for that’s literally not ever their fault.

Bleeding on the floor

Not being able to walk on a broken leg

Not being able to see something when Whumper’s blindfolded them

Throwing up their food when Whumper’s fucked with it or hit them wrong

Being ‘blemished’ by scars Whumper gave them

Being unable to come when called because they’re still restrained

Being too short/tall

Not responding / speaking clearly when Whumper's gagged them

Not contributing to the household income (literally kidnapped)

Hitting the ground too hard when Whumper shoves them

Bruising when hit

Knocking something down when Whupmer shoves them into it

Getting sick when Whumper hasn’t been taking care of them

Losing weight because Whumper doesn’t feed them regularly

Bleeding on their clothes

Fainting when malnourished

Being too obedient (boring)

Having nightmares

Passing out from pain, dehydration, or malnourishment

Crying when Whumper pepper sprays them

Passing out when strangled

Fighting/thrashing while being drowned

Bonus starter lines:

“P-lease please it’s n-not my fault-”

“Did I say you could do that?”

“Repeat your rules.”

“I d-I didn’t mean to, I swear”

“You’re useless.”

“Maybe I should just get another toy who can actually follow orders.”

“Wh..at hapn’d….?”

“I don’t have any use for damaged goods.”

“I’ll do better n-next time I swear! I pr-omise - please don’t-”

“Such a pathetic little thing.”

“Well maybe if you actually fucking remembered to feed me-”

“You’re worthless without me - you can’t even stand on your own.”

“Maybe I should just put you out of your misery.”

“I c-I can do do it - please-lemme try ag-again-”

“I don’t think Caretaker would want you anymore - I mean look at you, you can’t even walk. It’s pathetic.”

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strayangel/muttangel

(pt. strayangel/muttangel end pt.)

Strayangel: a xenogender connected to strays and angels, an angel that is a stray ect.

Muttangel: a xenogender connected to mutts and angels, an angel that is a mutt ect.

Content: Defiant whumpee, threats of torture, manhandling, choking, fear of death.

"Lose the attitude, Whumpee."

"What're you gonna do? Torture me? Make my life a living hell? As far as I'm concerned, you already do both. Not like things can get any worse."

Whumper was fuming. One shaking hand slammed Whumpee's head back into the brick wall behind them while the other pinned their arms above their head, preventing them from moving or trying to shove them away.

"Oh, your living circumstances right now will seem like heaven if you push me far enough," they spat, mere inches from Whumpee's now-frightened face. "Do you want to see how bad things can get? Is that why you're behaving like a spoilt brat?"

"N-no, sir." The name was clearly forced. Whumpee never called them 'sir' unless they were scared for their life. "I'm sorry."

Feeling accomplished, Whumper finally let them go. "Glad we cleared that up."

I want them shoved so far into the whumpee headspace that when they make a mistake, they need to hurt to make it better.

“’msorry I’m sorry I’m sorry— I-I’ll make it better. Please let me make it better. Hurt me—I deserve it.”

A trope I adore: not only a drugged Whumpee, but the act of drugging Whumpee.

Pinning Whumpee’s arm to the ground or a table, keeping them still enough to push the needle into their arm

Causing a sharp, sudden pain that makes Whumpee cry out, their mouth opened just long enough to shove a pill inside—then holding a hand over Whumpee’s nose and mouth until they swallow or suffocate

Forcing Whumpee to drink something they know is laced (or don’t)

Waving a strong chemical beneath an unconscious or exhausted Whumpee’s nose, and watching the effects hit their system almost immediately

Making Whumpee finish a suspiciously chalky meal

Restraining Whumpee and hooking them up to a constant drip of fluids meant to keep them docile. Bonus: Whumpee fighting tooth and nail to keep the needle from their arm because they know—once it’s in, there’s no chance to escape

hi idk if you’ve done a drabble on this but I was wondering if you could maybe do one where whumper is bathing whumpee and is just creepy/ weird overall. ty!

Hi!! Thanks for the ask!!

I've been sitting on this one for a while because I don't really write NSFW and this Whumper kept trying to push me on that 😅

HOWEVER. The two of us (the character and I - yes I negotiate with my ocs) have come to an agreement and we both compromised to make something that I don't dislike.

It dips a lot more NSFW than I've done though, so I'm going to say 18+ for this scene and put it under the cut.

Touch

NSFW - 18+

Go away - don't read this. Just go have a nice day reading another thing.

(tw: very creepy/intimate whumper, noncon touch, noncon bathing, degradation, torture mention, restrained (handcuffs), ableist language)

Whumpee twisted and squirmed against the handcuffs, but they only managed to bite the metal further into their wrists.

Water sloshed as they thrashed - they were sorely surprised they hadn’t slopped too much over the edge of the deep clawfoot tub yet. Maybe it was for lack of leverage. No matter how they kicked and pushed, they couldn’t find purchase on the bottom of the soapy tub - not with their hands locked in place above their head, chain twisted around the pipes at the head of the tub. If they weren’t careful, they’d smash their head into the spout. Again.

They had barely stopped their struggling when Whumper returned, fresh towels draped over their arm. Then Whumpee’s thrashing started afresh.

They snarled at Whumper. “Don’t come near me me - don’t you fucking touch me, you psychopathic-”

Whumpee gasped, sputtering to a stop as water basted down over their face again. They twisted and tugged, trying to get out of the stream, finally managed to tip their face up enough that the most of it went down the back of their head rather than over their eyes and mouth. They gasped for air, chest heaving. The water swayed with their efforts.

Whumper chuckled, then turned the tap off. “I am going to touch you, so you should go ahead and get used to the idea now.”

Whumpee snarled at them. “Don’t you dare - don’t you fucking dare, you-” their mouth snapped shut as Whumper perched on the edge of the tub, dipping the cloth beneath the bubbles. They choked on the anger - voice came out in a small breath of air now as Whumper’s eyes roamed over them. “...don’t.”

“I need to touch you to clean you, silly.” Whumper gave them a quick smile, wringing the water out.

Whumpee’s skin crawled as the droplets pelted onto their bare chest. “N-no, back off, creep!” They squirmed back. Their arms trembled as they pulled up against the faucet as much as they could. They were just grateful for the layer of bubbles that shielded the most of their body.

It didn’t help. They gasped, jolting back as Whumper’s hand dipped under the water. The flowing cloth ghosted across their hip.

“Nnghh - stop! Fuck, get off me!”

Whumper laughed quietly at that, dragging the cloth along their stomach, then slowly - so fucking slowly - up their chest. “Why would you want me to stop? You made such a mess before. I need to get all this blood off of you.”

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut, squirming impossibly further against the back of the tub. It bruised against their shoulders, digging into lash marks that striped across their spine. They had mostly healed, but fuck if it didn’t still hurt. Still, they pulled back as far as they could.

Whumper started working the cloth in torturously slow circles against their ribs, curling their arm under the surface of the water to work. Whumpee arched their back, trying to use whatever space they had to get the touch off of them.

A squeak wormed its way up Whumpee’s throat as the cloth pressed against a deep, aching bruise at the side of their ribs.

Whumper chuckled. “Aww, is that sore?” They dropped the cloth, preferring to use their fingertips to trace the bruising, exploring and pressing in until Whumpee gasped.

“You poor thing. You’re all black and blue. What sort of monster would do this to you?”

Whumpee grit their teeth, pulling in on themself as Whumper kneaded the cloth deeper into a sore spot. A hiss of air slid through their gritted teeth as they thrashed again. “Fuck - s-stop! Stop! Get off me you fucking psychopath!” They tried to kick up at Whumper, but couldn’t find the leverage while they were keeping their legs pinned together so tightly.

Whumper grinned, eyes flicking up to meet Whumpee’s. “You’re so cute when you talk like that - but I’m going to have to ask you to stop.”

Whumpee glared up at them. “Why don’t you stop fucking touching me, and we can- mmph!”

Whumpee sputtered back as Whumper shoved the cloth in their mouth, prying it in deeper and deeper between the molars until Whumpee’s jaw ached. They thrashed their head from side to side, but Whumper managed to push it in place, murmuring as they went. “You’re so unnecessarily chatty. I don’t need your mouth for this. I just need you to behave.”

Whumpee's skin crawled as Whumper's fingers gripped their jaw. They squeezed their eyes shut and tucked their face to the side - into the shelter of their arm - but Whumper dragged it back to center. Their thumb - still wet from the water - made long, slow strokes across their cheek. "Pathetic," they murmured. "You can't fight this. So why try?"

Whumpee bit down further into the rag, silently begging for the touch to stop. It didn't.

A slight, tingling burn filled their mouth as the soapy water leeched out of the cloth.

Whumper's grip loosened. They brushed a thumb over Whumpee's strained lip. “You do look cute like this. But now I don’t even have a rag. How selfish of you.” They were biting back a smile as their fingers skimmed back down to Whumpee’s collarbone. “I guess I'll have to use my hands instead.” Their hand dipped back into the water.

Within moments, Whumpee was kicking back again. They jolted, curling their legs up as Whumper’s hand slipped further down.

Whumper laughed at that. “You’re going to make me chain your ankles too, aren’t you?" They paused. "Actually…on second thought, that could be fun.”

Whumpee’s muscles were already quaking with the effort of keeping their legs pulled up so tightly. They hoped their useless whimper got lost in the gag. If it didn’t, Whumper didn’t seem to mind.

“Go on, keep fighting me.” They trailed a finger up Whumpee’s thigh. “Give me a reason to break you.”

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tags: I'm not tagging people for this because some of yall don't have ages in your bios and I'm not tagging you for NSFW anything - if you wanna read this, find it on your own 😅

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Whump Tropes: Threats

Everyone loves a good threat, they come in so many flavors.

Whumper silencing Whumpee’s babbling or screaming with a knife to their lips. A small smile when Whumpee flinches.

“If you keep trying to squirm away from me, this is going to hurt a lot more than it needs to.”

Whumper lightly tapping a hammer against Whumpee’s kneecaps.

“Remind me, are you right or left-handed?”

“Tsk tsk, you remember what happened last time you tried that, don’t you?”

Whumper tossing a handful of ‘stalker photos’ of Whumpee’s loved ones at them. Whumpee immediately obeying every command when it’s no longer just their life on the line.

“You always try to run. Well lucky for you, I’m a problem-solver. You need legs to run, right? So, what if I just…”

“Of course you want to be a good pet for me. I know you don’t want to end up like them.”

Whumper gripping Whumpee by the chin, digging in their nails when Whumpee refuses to answer the question.

“I’m going to break one bone every five minutes until you tell me where Caretaker is. Let’s start with your fingers. Count for me, would you?”

Whumper finally pulling away from a bleeding, exhausted Whumpee. Whumpee takes a small breath of relief until they see Whumper turn the knife on Caretaker instead.

Similarly, “Oh, you thought I was going to use this on you? No no, I want you to watch them scream today. You know what you have to do to make it stop.”

“Open your eyes! No - watch. I swear, I will cut off your fucking eyelids if I have to, but you are going to WATCH.”

Whumper gently dragging the tip of a knife along Whumpee’s thigh the moment they talk back to Whumper, giving them a moment to correct that pesky attitude of theirs.

“I’m going to give you ten seconds to stop struggling. Ten. Nine. Seven. Four…”

“Scream for me. That wasn’t nearly good enough. You don’t want me to get bored, do you?”

Nothing like a good old-fashioned knife to the throat. How the Whumpee immediately stills, trying not to breathe as the blade bites into their skin.

“Trust me, daring. You don’t want to see me angry.”

“If you don’t eat this, I will force it down your throat one bite at a time. I have all day.”

Whumper quickly re-asserting dominance by pulling Whumpee’s head back by a fistful of hair.

Prompts for any food related whump?

Absofuckinlutely.

I'll tryyyyy to keep this short and sweet (I can link my force feeding prompts at the end EDIT: Psych im exhausted. I'm gonna link it tomorrow).

Whumper making Whumpee all their favorite foods. "See? You have everything you could ever want right here with me."

Whumper hand-feeding Whumpee. They can't trust Whumpee to feed themself, so Whumper ties them down tight to a chair, bringing spoonful after spoonful to their lips. Whumpee is too hungry and exhausted to fight them.

Or better yet, Whumpee tries to fight them anyway. Scalding soup dribbles down their chin, neck, and chest - searing them. They fight anyway.

"Eat it. Now. (...) Don't make me force you. That would get ugly very fast."

Gross, but Whumper forcing Whumpee to eat themself. Carving off long strips of flesh from their thigh and cooking it into meals. Whumpee never knows when it's them.

OR Whumpee knows exactly when it's them. And they're too terrified to fight Whumper on it, obediently forcing bite after bite down. Praying they can throw it back up later.

Whumper stirs an ominous powder into Whumpee's tea right in front of them. Whumpee stares at it. "What? Are you not going to drink it?" "What did you put in it?" Whumper just laughs. "Me? What makes you think I'd do a thing like that? Stop asking silly questions and drink."

Whumper forces Whumpee to cook their meals. Whumpee has no idea what they're doing, so they get punished over and over and over again when they do a poor job.

"Are you really not going to eat that? Ungrateful brat."

Whumper forces steaming hot food into Whumpee's mouth. They force them to chew and swallow, even if Whumpee's eyes are brimming with tears and they are clawing at the hand clamped over their mouth. (@wormwriting 👀)

Whumper shoves food at a starving Whumpee. "You have two minutes. Then I'm taking the plate away." Whumpee scrambles, shoveling in as much as they possibly can. Praying they can keep it down.

Whumpee is cooking food for Whumper. They slip some rat poison in the mix, desperately hoping Whumper doesn't notice until after they've eaten it. And that Whumper doesn't force them to try it first.

"Go on. I know it's your favorite."

Whumper forcing Whumpee to eat something they're allergic to. Whumpee has no idea if Whumper is trying to kill them or just scare them. They don't know if there's an epipen in the house or if they'll have a bad enough reaction they will die. They just have no clue, so they claw and bite, but Whumper shoves it down their throat anyway.

Whumper forces Whumpee to eat something that isn't food. Like dirt. Or marbles. Something Whumpee doesn't think will kill them, but they really have no idea.

Whumpee shoveling food in so fast that they throw it back up. Kicking themself for wasting the only food they had. Trying to ignore the hunger. Promising themself they will do better next time.

Whumper stands idly in front of a starving Whumpee, leisurely eating their dinner. Whumpee stares at the scraps that fall to the ground just out of reach. They could try. They could crawl forward and stretch out to get them, but they know the chain around their ankle is just barely too short. And they won't give Whumper the satisfaction of watching them slither for a mouthful of scraps.

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