Touch-starved Prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

List of ways to trigger a (optional: former pet whumpee) whumpee? Like post rescud, in the healing stages, what could set them off? Im like so out of ideas. 😭😭

I got you! Here just the first ones I could think of-

Upsetting moments.

Doors slamming.

Doing dishes/cooking in a way that bangs the pots.

Blaring alarms.

Scissors a little too close during a haircut.

Whumpee breaking something or burning food - waiting for punishment.

The sound of a door locking.

Seeing actual pets around and hearing ‘good boy!’ ‘good girl!’ ‘good pup!’(etc)

Triggering phrases that mirror their old commands.

“That’s perfect.”

“Be good.”

“Sit.”

Ambiguously/potentially threatening phrases.

“What are you doing in here?”

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Hm.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“I have some friends coming over.”

Abrupt transitions.

Waking them up abruptly / loudly.

Sudden changes in emotion.

Getting angry over small things.

Plan changes.

Things that might make them think Whumper is coming back?

Seeing a similar vehicle to Whumper’s.

Doorbells.

Unknown numbers calling.

Most importantly: Little comforts Whumper used to use as rewards.

Combing fingers through their hair.

Forehead kisses.

Holding their hand.

Cuddling.

Little treats (chocolates, etc).

Buying new outfits for them.

Being bathed/massaged.

Things a little too similar to pet stuff.

High collared shirts or short necklaces that feel like a collar.

Heat of a straightener/curling iron that reminds them of the brand.

Deep bowls/dishes that are similar to dog food bowls.

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this is so fucked but—

a whumpee that’s just kept perpetually beaten stupid

whumper just thinks they look so cute when they’re all dizzy and melty and blank

maybe they’re concussed again, or they lost too much blood, or they’ve just been backhanded a few too many times that day. maybe whumper keeps them sleep deprived and overworked, underfed and on the brink of collapse

and if their little pet starts to think too much—says anything beyond a few slurred words and those pretty sounds— starts looking like they’re having thoughts—

whumper can just slap them around a bit until their eyes glaze over and they’re disoriented and staggering again.

“it’s alright pet, you look better on the floor anyway.”

Whumpee with a ring gag-

Just, whumper yanking their head around by their hair, by the gag, by their chin or neck

Whumper pushing their head down and telling them they won’t be hurt as much if they use that lovely tongue of theirs for what it was meant for

Or perhaps whumper shoving things through the gag and down their throat. Fingers, toys, other miscellaneous body parts

How their jaw ends up aching from their mouth being held open so wide. Their tongue aching form use, from having it grabbed, pulled and abused. Their throat hurts from screaming and the damage from whatever items were forced past the gag.

Maybe the gag is left in, and whatever time whumper isn’t there, they still have their mouth forced open.

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[tw intimate whumper, noncon kissing, noncon touching, conditioning, captivity]

"N-no," Whumpee breathed, muscles locking up in sheer terror and disgust as Whumper leaned in to press a kiss to their cheek. They didn't have the energy — or the courage — to scream about it anymore. They weren't being rude... they were pleading. "Please. I don't– I don't want this, please..."

Whumper moved even closer, completely trapping them against the wall. The best Whumpee could do was turn their head to the side and squeeze their eyes shut, but even that was futile when they were grabbed by the chin, helpless to let their captor position them however they pleased. "Feeling polite tonight?" Whumpee could hear the smirk in their voice without looking.

They would have to swallow the mockery if they wanted to get anywhere.

"Yes, sir." They held their breath, hoping the title came across as sincere instead of the taunt Whumpee wished it could've been. When Whumper didn't hit them, they cautiously opened their eyes, relieved to see them taken aback. "Please?"

It was their last... line of defence? Resort? Lifeline? And frankly, it wasn't much. Relying on the humanity and mercy of a soulless monster who had kidnapped and tortured them for weeks now was a hopeless gamble. But it was all they had: genuine desperation, and a willingness to show some vulnerability.

Whenever Whumpee had put on an act of defiance, Whumper responded in kind, breaking them down brutally and without an ounce of pity. Whenever they had grown too tired to physically protest, their captor had held them and feigned care, cooing and running gentle fingers through their hair. So maybe now that they were being earnest and giving Whumper exactly what they wanted... maybe now, they would consider indulging them just a little. Just for the night.

"You're tired of fighting, aren't you?" Whumper asked softly, moving their hand to cup Whumpee's cheek. "It's understandable. It gets pretty damn tiring, after a while."

Whumpee made a half-hearted attempt to pull away, but one warning glance from Whumper was enough to keep them in line. But they were hopeful. Whumper's tone was almost caring, if they allowed themself to dream a little. "Please, stop touching me. I can't– I can't do this. Not tonight."

"I don't want you to think I don't appreciate this change in attitude. I do." Whumper leaned in for another kiss on the cheek, and Whumpee shivered. "And I can and will reward you for it. But the thing is... I can't reward you by going against everything I expect from you."

No. No, they couldn't– they couldn't– they were being so polite! They were well-behaved! They were honest, they– they'd debased themself appropriately!

Whumpee felt panic rising in their chest as Whumper went in for a real kiss this time, pressing their lips against theirs, slowly and sweetly like it was all consensual. Whumpee placed both of their hands on their captor's chest, not really making an effort to push them away yet. They didn't have the strength; neither physical, nor mental.

"I'm going to reward you by being gentle," Whumper murmured. "And we don't have to do much either. We can take it slow, and I can just show you how it could be, if you were to behave. It doesn't have to be that constant fighting, Whumpee. We can spend a nice night together."

"B-but– but I don't– please, I don't want–"

"Shh, listen to what I'm telling you, love." They placed their own hand on top of Whumpee's, and Whumpee realised they still weren't trying to shove them away. "We're going to spend this night together either way. Because I want to. But it doesn't have to be torture."

Tears were streaming down their face by this point, and they made no move to wipe them away. There was no point. The worst part was how their abused mind jumped at the sliver of comfort the words offered, even though it was less than the bare minimum. It was still a promise of endless coercion and violation.

"Okay," they heard themself say anyway. Their voice was thick with painful resignation, yet light enough that they weren't even sure they'd said it once their mouth had stopped moving. They didn't want to believe they'd said it.

But Whumper smiled, giving them another peck on the lips. "It really can be nice, you know. Even if you don't believe me yet. Let me show you how accomodating I can be, whenever I don't have to worry about you clawing my eyes out."

“it’s so cute how you reach for my hand while I’m hurting you” asdfghjkl 😭💕✨

creative things to restrain your whumpees with: a thread

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“Relax…” in Whump

“Relax…” Whumper croons into the softness of Whumpee's hair, holding them close against their chest as they struggle. Their body bucks, limbs fail; All of that writhing weakened by the drugs coursing through their system and reduced to pathetic wriggling and mewling. Whumper catches one of their hands easily by the wrist, pulling it up to their lips. “Just let it happen…” They murmur between gentle kisses.

“Relax…” Caretaker's deft hands knead at the stiff muscles in Whumpee’s shoulders, bunched up and pulled taut like a cord. They make sure to avoid the fresh stitches along their back, the bruises standing out starkly against their skin. They do it for themself as much as for Whumpee. They don't like to think about what they had to go through at the hands of that monster... all alone... when it had been their job to protect them. Caretaker takes in a deep, shuddering breath, forcing themself to push those thoughts away. There is no fixing the past. “You’re safe now— Safe for forever, Whumpee. You can relax now. They can’t get you…” Caretaker leans forward to look earnestly into their eyes. “Not anymore.”

“Relax…” Whumpee whispers breathlessly, frantic huffs of air echoing off the barrel of the gun, mere inches from their face. Whumper's gaze is dark and intense as if they're just waiting for Whumpee to slip up... to say the wrong thing. They keep their hands raised in the air, trembling faintly. "Relax, I-I won't run, okay? Seriously, I swear I won't."

"Relax..." That achingly familiar voice sends chills riveting up Whumper's spine. Leather straps hold them firmly in place as they thrash with renewed vigor... They can't see Whumpee... but they can certainly feel them lurking somewhere behind the chair in those thick, churning shadows. Whumper can feel the hatred. Years of festering resentment spilling out across the floor, all too consuming and just as suffocating as the dust and mildew. "Isn't that what you used to say to me... 'Relax and enjoy the show'...?"

Super versatile word. Also first post guys, what? huh? cuhrazy. Probably going to post an introduction post sometime soon but hello everyone -Fox

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."

Platoweird

A term for when one experiences platonic attraction, but in a non normative way. May or may not be considered aplspec.

Romoweird

A term for when one experiences romantic attraction, but in a non normative way. May or may not be considered arospec.

Erosweird

A term for when one experiences sexual attraction, but in a non normative way. May or may not be considered acespec.

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The yellow/green/purple are taken from the apl/aro/ace flags respectively, and are more pastel to resemble the unlabeled flag, as these terms are purposely vague.

The off white represents how the individual who identifies with this terms attraction is considered "off".

The pink represents attraction, because I've seen pink be used to represent sexual, romantic, and platonic attraction.

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