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Humiliation Prompts Pt 2

As requested by anon, here’s part 2. These are all presented as sfw by default (but can be interpreted otherwise if that’s your preference)

Humiliate them by:

⇢ Washing out their mouth with soap

⇢ Making them wear a list or symbol of their crimes

⇢ Making them ask permission for all basic needs (drinking, sleeping, bathing, using the bathroom, etc) Bonus: make attaining these conditional or even arbitrary

⇢ Hand feeding them scraps

⇢ Keeping them restrained or confined long enough they wet/soil themselves. Bonus: leave them in their own filth longer as punishment for the mess

⇢ Refusing to let them dress/undress themselves

⇢ Feeding them dog or cat food

⇢ Bathing or washing them by hand

⇢ Touching scars or recent marks and making them recount how they got each one

⇢ Displaying them as an art piece. Bonus: strip them first, or bind them in a stress position

⇢ Making them cry in front of the person they’d be most mortified to see them like that

⇢ Refusing to let them wear clothes

⇢ Mocking them for parts of their appearance they can’t change (scars, marks, weight, physique, etc)

⇢ Forcing them to sleep on the floor

⇢ Having them select and cut a branch before switching them with it

⇢ Keeping them in a cell with transparent walls

⇢ Boxing them up and returning them weeks later, bound and gagged, on someone’s doorstep. Bonus: include photos or videos of what happened during those missing weeks

⇢ Spitting in their food

⇢ Cleaning the filth from a pair of shoes with their clothes or bedding

⇢ Adorning them with body piercings. Bonus: ring piercing + a chain to lead them around

⇢ Enforcing a particular level of grooming (shaving, trimming, waxing, etc)

⇢ Playing dress up with them like they’re a living doll

⇢ Ordering them to scrub floors/latrines with a toothbrush

⇢ Eating a fancy meal in front of them after they’ve been starved for days. Bonus: drop a bite or two on the floor for them to lick up

⇢ Denying them entry or services at a public place (restaurant, store, hospital, library, etc)

⇢ Making them take punishments for someone else

⇢ Throwing spoiled food, rocks, or trash at them

⇢ Dumping them in a muddy ditch after a bad beating

⇢ Leaving them bound in a dumpster on a hot day

⇢ Assigning them a difficult project, then destroying it once they finish. Bonus: make them do it over again

Could you possibly uhm... write some more vampire dialogue prompts? 👉👈 Very inspiring!

(Tags/TW: blood, enslavement, dehumanization, starvation, wounds, abuse, human pet universe, gaslighting, mental reconditioning, blood addiction, vampire whump, breaking bones, begging, mental reprogramming, burning, blood drinking, imbalanced power dynamics, threatening, implied/referenced violence, Vampire!Whumpee, Vampire!Whumper, Vampire!Caretaker.)

Vampire Whumper

"I love it when you squirm, knowing you'll never break free."

"Maybe if you didn't fight me, it wouldn't be broken."

"Scream one more time and I'll sever your vocal chords."

"You've stopped flinching when I bite you... Must not compare to your punishments."

"Make yourself bleed for me and I'll go easy on you."

"I wonder what it would be like to bite a chunk out of you. I bet it wouldn't heal pretty at all."

"Drink it pig, drink my blood and get your filthy fix."

"You're such an addict for Master's blood... You'll offer me anything for it, wont you?

Whumpee

"P-Please, I can't lose any more blood.."

"N-No! You can break anything y-you want but please don't cut if off.."

"I-I can't heal fast enough for Master without feeding... Please Master please.."

"It hurts too bad- I can't take it! *sobs* P-Please put the fire out..!!"

"I-I was good Master, I didn't let any of your blood go to waste."

"Please punish me Master, however you see fit. Your pet leech needs to feed so badly.. Master can make them earn it, please punish pet for Master's blood."

"Does Master want to take it out on pet? If Master is angry, they should punish pet and make them useful. Pet was just fed so pet will heal."

"P-Please not the stake... It hurts so bad when it goes in..!"

Caretaker

"Here, please drink this, you'll feel better."

"Shh, I've got you, no one will ever be able to take you away from me."

"I know it wont taste as good... but you can feed from me, I don't mind."

"Is it okay if I touch you? I can heal you that way."

"It sounds gross but I promise, if you drink my blood you'll feel better."

"I'll watch over you while you sleep. Don't worry about me, I don't need to rest but you certainly do."

"I don't drink from humans, so you're safe with me."

"Why are you scared Whumpee?" "How did I know? I can smell it on you, so please tell me what's wrong."

"What can I do to make you less afraid of me sweetheart..?"

"I know Whumper was a vampire like me... But I promise, I'm nothing like them."

"I have to be careful with Whumpee, I don't want to hurt them. They're too precious."

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These are super fun to do so if anyone would like to see more, please request it! <3 Or I might just post a couple more pages on my own. vuv

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

Scared of the Dark?

(TW: sensory deprivation, panic attack, phobia, whip, handcuffs, blindfolded)

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“Why didn’t you tell me you were afraid of the dark? Sweetheart, that’s something I can help with.”

Whumpee’s world swam into darkness as the mask pressed against their eyelids. This wasn’t like the normal blindfolds; this one was fitted and soft. Not a trickle of light could wriggle in from the bottom. No grey, no pink, only pure, suffocating blackness.

Panic immediately clenched in Whumpee’s chest. Darkness was bad enough in their old, safe bedroom, but in this psychos basement? Worse. Somehow - impossibly- worse.

Whumper somewhere in the room with them. Oh fuck. Oh fuck where did they go?

The ground immediately felt unsteady under their feet. Whumpee flexed their fingers open and shut rhythmically, trying to keep their breathing steady. The cuffs bit into their wrists as they did. Their ears strained, trying to find Whumper in the deep blackness. They felt like they were floating. Falling. Screaming. They jerked against the cuffs without thinking. Where are they?? Where are they?!

“Please. Please take it off. Please, I’ll be so good.” Their voice shook more than they expected - some of the squeaking words caught between a whisper and nothingness.

A jolt of panic snapped through Whumpee’s spine as fingertips brushed their cheek - no. Knuckles. Gently. They twitched their face away from the touch without thinking. In front of them. Whumper was in front of them.

Whumper laughed softly, and their breath tickled Whumpee’s left ear. Shit. Fuck. Next to them. Whumpee was next to them.

“So good for me? What are you going to do to be good for me? To persuade me?” Whumper stepped closer, their front pressing against Whumpee’s back. FUCK. Behind them. Whumper was behind them. Final answer. Standing behind, speaking in their ear, reaching around to touch their face. Whumpee was completely surrounded. Surrounded by them. By touch. By darkness. Cold, suffocating darkness. Whumpee barely choked back a sob.

Without their sight, they felt unsteady. Like the ground was at an angle. Like they could fall any minute and would have no idea where they’d land. Maybe they wouldn’t land. Maybe they would fall down down down into the sucking inky void, screaming on and on forever as the darkness ate the sound from their throat.

“Well this is certainly having an effect on you,” Whumper gloated. “You can’t even focus enough to answer one little question.” Whumper’s hand dropped from their cheek and trailed down their waist. Whumpee’s skin twitched under the touch, trying to crawl away.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut as tightly as they could manage. Maybe if it’s their choice that they can’t see, the darkness couldn’t devour them.

It did anyway.

“Qu-question?” Whumpee stammered, trying to focus.

Whumper’s fingertips changed direction, skimming small looping patterns over their side and thigh. Completely unpredictable, changing directions sporadically. “Yes, sweet. My question. What would you do to persuade me to take it off?”

Whumpee could feel the strings of the mask burning around their skull. Off. They needed it off. “Anything. Anything, please. Please just take it off.”

“Well thats’s not very persuasive,” Whumper chuckled, using their other hand to make the same velvety soft patterns up Whumpee’s arm. “I’m having a pretty good time right now, so you would have to think of something I want to do even more.”

Off. Off. They were going to take it off. Think of something.

“Darling, I’m not going to wait all night. Make me an offer.”

Whumpee’s heart was pounding in their ears. Think of something. Anything. Something bad. Darkness? No. Not that bad thing. Another bad thing. Something they would like.

Whumpee’s head spun and fell apart into a hundred scattered pieces. The only thing they could think of was the sucking blackness pulling at their skin.

“Better hurry, I’m starting to get bored.” Whumper’s fingers trailed over tender, tingling scars. Whumpee twitched away without thinking, but Whumper only laughed softly. Good. They were usually mad when Whumpee flinched too much. Then they got the whip-

That’s a thing.

“The whip.”

Whumper laughed loudly, making Whumper flinch more. “Ah, so you can talk after all. You really want the whip?”

“Please. Please take it off now. I-I can’t do anymore.”

“No no, darling. I need you to beg me.” Whumper’s hands left Whumpee’s body. That was somehow worse. Whumpee could tell that they were moving but couldn’t tell where. Everything was lost to the void.

Focus. Beg.

“Please. Please. Please take it off.”

Whumper laughed again. Shit. They were in front of them now. The void got smaller. Suffocating them. Squeezing their flesh while trying to rip them apart.

“No no, don’t beg me to take it off. Beg me to whip you. Beg me to make you scream. Tell me how badly you want to bleed for me.”

Pain was coming. So much pain. It sounded like a blessed release - anything but the darkness. They drew in a shaking breath. “Please. The whip. Please whip me.”

“Aww, I think you can be a little more convincing than that.”

Whumpee started to shake so badly they were afraid their knees would give out. The ground still seemed uneaven and sloped under their feet. Just say the words. Say it and it will be done.

“I want you to make me bleed. Please, I want you to whip me. I want to scream for you. I’ll be so good. So, so good. Please take it off and let me be good for you. Let me scream for you.”

Whumpee jerked away as soft fingers cupped their face, but Whumper’s grip help firm. “Now that’s better. So much better. You really are being good for me. You really want me to whip you?”

“Yes. Yes, please whip me.”

“You want to scream for me?”

“I’ll scream so loud. Please. Please.”

“Well how can I say no when my darling is being so sweet? Alright. I’ll whip you.”

Relief flooded Whumpee. Maybe some panic too, but any more panic in their blood was negligible.

“Now thank me for being so gracious.”

Whumpee bit their lip. Just say it and it will be over. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. What a good pet I have.”

Whumpee trembled as Whumper’s hands pulled away from their face. They waited for the mask to slide up and off of them, but it stayed untouched.

“I’m going to take those cuffs off you now,” Whumper said, moving back behind them.

“But you said you’d-”

“Patience, sweet. I thought you said you were going to be good for me? Or would you rather I leave it on all night?”

Whumpee’s mouth snapped shut. Hot tears were starting to fill the mask. They tried to seep back into the creases of their eyelids as the mask pressed close.

“Don’t touch the mask.”

Whumper fiddled with the cuffs for a moment before it clicked off of one hand, then the other.

The Whumpee itched to pull the mask off, but settled for rubbing their aching wrists instead. They were warm and wet - Whumpee hadn’t realized their wrists had started bleeding again. They must have been pulling harder than they thought. The feel of their blood between their fingers made Whumpee dizzy all over again.

They tried to take a step to regain their balance, but that made it worse. Their hands instinctively snapped up to their face to pull off the blindfold.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Whumper growled, clamping onto Whumpee’s wrists and yanking their arms back down.

“I’m sorry! I slipp-”

“Shut up,” Whumper snapped. “If you so much as touch that mask, I will duct tape it to your face and leave you like that until the weekend.”

Their voice dropped. Low. Dangerous. “And if you take it off?” Whumper’s breath brushed across Whumpee’s face and they whispered, “I will cut out your eyes and you will live in this darkness until the day you die. Got it?”

Whumpee’s chest closed in again. They choked for air, processing the threat.

A sharp pain spread across their cheek as their head snapped to the side. “I said. Got it?”

“Yes. I got it,” came the parroted response. Air flooded their lungs again. Too fast. Too slow. Not enough. Whumpee focused on opening and closing their hands again. They couldn’t start hyperventilating. They would pass out. They didn’t want to black out into a deeper darkness. Focus.

“Good. Now get on your knees. I’m going to whip you just like you asked. And you had better be good for me.”

“But,” The mask burned into their face. Off. They needed it off. “You promised. Please. Please take it off.”

Whumper chucked from the other side of the room. Whumpee could hear them pulling the whip off of its place on the wall.

“You begged me to whip you, so I’ll whip you. You never specified that I needed to take the mask off first. Now get on your knees.”

Whunpee’s hands twitched. They clenched them together to keep from touching the mask. It was hard. Very hard.

“Please just-“

The whip cracked across their chest. Whumpee screamed, stumbling back.

“I said ‘knees’. Now.”

Whumpee hesitated.

“Don’t make tell you again.”

Whumpee’s knees buckled involuntarily, and they sunk to the floor. They couldn’t hold back their sobs anymore. Their breaths came shallow and fast, a sporadic and painful rhythm as they choked on the all-consuming blackness.

Whumpee couldn’t even brace for the pain as their chest tightened more and more. Their hands went numb as the darkness flooded through them. The cold sucking sensation overwhelmed them. The world turned upside down as the blackness pulled them deeper into the void.

Whumpee flinched hard as Whumper’s fingers gently brushed through their hair, but they didn’t pull away.

“Oh darling, you’re such a mess.”

Whumpee continued their choking sobs in response. They were shaking so hard they were afraid they’d topple over and fall into eternity.

“You have been so good for me. You didn’t even touch the mask. I’m so proud of you.”

The mask burned. It pulled in on their face like a python, squeezing tighter and tighter as they gaped for air. The darkness sucked away their warmth, leaving them shaking and numb, fighting for life on the concrete.

“So good indeed. I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?”

Searing white light flooded Whumpee’s vision as Whumper slipped the mask up and off. They gasped at the crisp air, eyes darting around the room painfully. Whumpee’s hands flew to their face, and they scrubbed the tears away from their eyes, blinking up at the light. Feeling returned to their fingers, a burning, blessed warmth.

Whumper knelt in front of them, tossing the whip far to the side, out of reach.

“But…” Whumpee stammered, “but, but I thought you-”

“Oh hush, darling. Don’t work yourself back up into a panic.” Their fingers snuck out to caress Whumpee’s cheek, and Whumpee gladly leaned into the soft warmth. “You were very, very good for me. You’ve done enough for today.”

Whumpee blinked at them. “No…no whip?”

“Not tonight.”

Whumpee reached up to hold the hand on their cheek as they processed the words. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Whumper. Thank you!”

Whumper smiled at them, warmly but amused. “You’re very welcome.”

Whumper stood up smoothly and retrieved the whip, putting it back in its place on the wall.

“Bring me the mask and cuffs, will you?”

“Of course, Whumper.”

Whumpee located both on the floor behind them. They scooped them up and stood - legs all pins and needles - and quickly brought them to Whumper who took them and tucked them away in their places as well.

“There. Everything where it should be.” Whumper glanced at the clock. “Except you. You should be in bed at this hour.” Whumper turned and gently wiped away the rest of Whumpee’s tears. They hadn’t quite calmed down yet, but they could breathe. That was good enough.

“Let’s get you to bed. And take this with you.” They handed Whumpee a small box.

It was a nightlight. Brand new.

Whumpee looked up at them, eyes wide.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. I told you I could help. I take care of my things. Now, get to bed,” Whumper said, tousling Whumpee’s hair playfully. “I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

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Continued here.

Break their ankles

An intrusive whump thought of the day

Content: broken bones, intimate whumper, medical whump, ptsd, brief needle & drug mention.

A whumpee with broken ankles desperately crawling for the door, clawing at it uselessly after whumper has slammed it shut, sobbing and begging to be let go.

Or trying to crawl away from whumper, painfully dragging their limp, broken bones along the floor behind them.

An amused whumper sitting and watching it happen, laughing at whumpee’s pathetic attempts to get away, knowing that whenever they’ve decided their captive has gotten far enough, they can yank them back by the chain around their neck and drag them back over with ease. What’re they gonna do, fight back?

Whumpee being forced to rely on whumper for every little thing despite loathing them with every fiber of their being.

Whumper having to carry them everywhere (bridal style)

Bonus points if it’s an intimate whumper and they scoop them up and coo sweet things into whumpee’s ear all “aw, poor sweet thing, don’t worry, I’ve got you,” While whumpee sobs hopelessly into their captor’s chest, disgusted with the closeness and absolutely horrified and ashamed at how helpless they feel like this.

Or maybe whumpee tries to claw their way out of their captor’s arms, and whumper just drops them, laughing at how useless and pathetic they look when they collapse in a crying heap on the floor, unable to go anywhere without whumper’s help.

More bonus points if the bones don’t heal properly and they can never walk quite right again, or if standing or walking for too long causes sharp pains to shoot up through their ankles and they collapse from the agony.

If they ever get a recovery arc, having to get their ankles rebroken and reset to heal properly— The sensation of their ankles breaking all over again bringing back horribly traumatic flashbacks, feeling like they’re back with whumper again, that they’re being tortured again, until they’re screaming and begging and calling the doctors sir and sobbing desperately to be let go. The medical staff is horrified.

And maybe they’re writhing around and thrashing so much that they have to be restrained and sedated in order for the medical staff to reset their freshly broken bones.

A nurse jamming a needle into their neck and emptying an entire syringe into their bloodstream with an “It’s alright, sweetheart, this is for your own good.”

Whumpee in a full-scale flashback begging through tears when they feel the needle, “please, please no— please sir, please don’t, please don’t do this— I— I’ve been good— please I— I can’t—please-“ until the sedative kicks in and their head lolls to the side.

Feel free to add your own prompts/ thoughts! this trope won’t leave my head rn

More prompts like this

Aplatonic (apl for short) flags part 3 :3 🍏🟩🟦🟪 (This set uses green+blue+purple, there's another set that uses yellow for apl instead.) (Due to the image limit, this is split into 4 posts.)

I noticed some a-spec flags were missing tertiary counterparts, so I made some. Some of these flags have already been made before, so they're not all original (I still wanted to have all the flags together in a set, and all in the same res).

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greyplatonic | demiplatonic | aegoplatonic (1)

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aegoplatonic (2) | non sam apl (1) | non sam apl (2)

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neu apl | aplvoid | aplflux

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aplspike (1) | aplspike (2) | apljump

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dark greyplatonic | light greyplatonic | atomoplatonic

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delloplatonic | fictoplatonic | cupioplatonic

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bellusplatonic | reciproplatonic | lithoplatonic

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frayplatonic (1) | frayplatonic (2) | apothiplatonic

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orchidplatonic | myrplatonic | aplflexible

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I'll also note that some of these terms can have multiple names, with the "platonic", "aplatonic", & "apl" part being interchangeable. This isn't applicable to every term though. I also chose not to list everything to try to keep it brief. So for example, greyplatonic can also be called greyaplatonic and greyapl.

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[A-spec flag sets masterpost]

Humiliation Prompts

These are all presented as sfw by default (but can be interpreted otherwise if that’s your preference)

Humiliate them by:

♠ Making them beg

♠ Forcing them to strip

♠ Spitting in their mouth

♠ Making them kneel

♠ Dressing them in a degrading outfit

♠ Mocking them for involuntary reactions

♠ Forcing them to lick something off the floor

♠ Hurting them in front of a mirror so they’re forced to watch

♠ Keeping their hands bound to make basic tasks difficult or impossible. Bonus: punish them for failing or making a mess

♠ Feeding them spoiled or disgusting food

♠ Hosing them down with cold water

♠ Calling them a mocking nickname or title

♠ Forcing them to crawl on their hands and knees

♠ Leaving them with obvious, hard to hide scars

♠ Branding them as a sign of ownership

♠ Forcing them to divulge past traumas or secrets

♠ Altering or ruining a part of their appearance they take pride in

♠ Rendering them mute or forbidding them to speak

♠ Making them lick clean someone’s boots/shoes

♠ Assigning them menial labor/chores

♠ Showing them off as a trophy at a party. Bonus: the party is for their enemies OR former allies/coworkers

♠ Offering them up as the entertainment to party guests to do with as they please

♠ Making derogatory comments about them to others (with them in the room/in earshot) Bonus: force them to agree with these assessments

♠ Gifting them as a slave/servant to someone they formerly outranked

♠ Leaving them at the mercy of strangers in a public display (stocks, pillory, cage, chained to something, etc)

♠ Grinding their face into the ground/mud/a mess they made. Bonus: With a foot on the back of their neck or side of their head

♠ Recording them being punished/tortured/etc. Bonus: send these to friends and family OR release them publicly online

♠ Fitting them with a collar

♠ Muzzling them

♠ Making them perform tricks or skills on command

Whump Prompts: Water Torture

Content: Suffocation, waterboarding, drowning, creepy/intimate whumper, tiny whumpee, dehydration, forced to hurt, impossible choice.

Waterboard them. Put a cloth over their face and tip a heap of water onto them before watching as they flail and choke.

A creepy/intimate whumper bathing with their whumpee or sitting on a stool beside the tub and just dunking their entire head underwater without giving them enough time to suck in a deep breath. Make sure they're terrified of bathing by the time they're done:)

A dehydrated whumpee asks for water? tie them down, put a o-ring gag into their mouth and start tipping water into their mouth without giving them enough space to drink it all. Watch as they inevitably choke and scramble for air, trying to turn away from the stream of water but being completely stuck until you decide to show them mercy.

String them up like a piece of meat and dunk them inside a pool or a tank.

Tie them up and toss their entire body into the pool. Just watch as their writhing body floats to the bottom, not realising that they're attached to a rope and can be pulled out at any time.

Making them swim laps around a pool with no way to get out and the floor being just deep enough that they can't reach it without their head falling under. Forcing them to constantly work to keep themselves above water.

Putting a tiny whumpee inside a jar filled with water and screwing the lid on so there's no escape.

If they can keep their head below water for a certain amount of time, they can receive a day without any torture. If they fail, Whumper gets to have hours upon hours of fun with no stop. Their deal involving breaks so Whumpee doesn't die is revoked in this instance. Does Whumper make it achievable for Whumpee? Do they just wanna see how far Whumpee's body can be pushed?

Tying TWO whumpees together with a rope around their waists and tossing them into a pool.

Giving whumpee the choice between waterboarding someone else or getting waterboarded themselves. Bonus points if it's a loved one.

Dunking their head in water and then causing so much pain that they can't help but scream, effectively running out of air almost immediately in the process.

Forced Comfort

Because who doesn't like a little bit of intimate whumper vibes?

[Prompt Masterpost]

Whumpee wrapped up in a blanket. The soft fabric hides the fact that their hands are still bound behind their back.

Gentle fingers brushing the hair from Whumpee’s face - carefully peeling it back through the sheen of sweat that’s left.

“Shhh…you’re okay. I’m not gonna hurt you anymore..”

Kissing tears from the corners of Whumpee’s eyes.

Whumper keeping Whumpee sedated between sessions to 'help them cope'.

“Hold still- hold still or I’ll start again.”

Pinning a squirming Whumpee in an embrace. Grip tightening the more they struggle. 

Whumpee being so tired. So so so very tired. They can’t help but lean into the gentle touch. 

Whumper ignoring every shiver and twitch that accompanies the gentle pets they give their broken toy.

“Nnnnono-sst…d-on’ t ouchme-!”

Whumpee thrashing to the point of hyperventilation as Whumper wraps them up in blankets. The panic in their eyes ever so slowly fading as they realize they’re not being hurt anymore.

Whumpee desperately not trying to lean into it or accept the comfort. They don’t want it from them - don’t want to melt into the hands that ripped screams from them just a few minute before. But they need something. And Whumper knows it.

“Look at you. Pathetic little thing~”

Shoving Whumpee into a bath to trigger some kind of calming response. Whumpee just thinks they’re going to be drowned. …….maybe they will be. Just a little bit.

Whumper combing a hand through Whumpee’s hair - soft and rhythmic and sweet - as they carve into Whumpee.

“Shhh..just focus on me. Don’t look at  it- just look at me. Listen to my voice. You’re doing so good, little one.”

Kisses peppering over Whumpee’s cheeks, lips, forehead, brows, jaw, etc as their face puckers up, trying to twist away. 

A hug that looks gentle until you notice Whumper’s hand fisted in Whumpee’s hair. Keeping them exactly in place.

“Don’ don t t-ouch me- STOP-”

Drugging Whumpee to ‘help with the nerves’. Watching their panicked sobs slowly peter out into nothing as they stare miserably at their captor. 

“Make the most of this. We start again in the morning.”

[Prompt Masterpost]

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It's nice when a whumpee is fighting against being restrained, and upon failing to escape just lets out this guttural scream as they writhe in their binds. Maybe they start sobbing in the middle of it, or maybe the scream slowly dies down when someone sedates the whumpee