⸺﹒Demigirl Boygirl & Demiboy Boygirl ⨟ Requested By Anon

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

You're pathetic, and making a mess on my leg. Isn't it humiliating? I know we don't let you touch yourself anymore, but still. The pathetic little slut needs to get off that badly? Put on a show and I'll think about it.

Quiet as a Mouse

"Please, please, Whumper!" Whumpee scrambled back, wood scraping their bleeding hands as they tried to get away from the awful contraption Whumper held. Tears stained their cheeks and their back hit the wall. They stared up at Whumper as they crouched down to gently collect the tears on their thumb.

"Whumpee, you don't understand. I'm not doing this as a punishment, I'm doing this to help you." They cupped Whumpee's cheek in their hand and kissed their forehead. "The people at the house we're going to like silent pets. They won't stand for any talking or whining like you're used to here."

"I- I can be quiet," Whumpee pleaded. "You won't even know I'm there." They grasped Whumper's wrist in an effort to keep the muzzle away from their face.

"Shhh, pet, I know you can be, but they don't. I promise I'll take it off as soon as we leave, okay?" Whumpee shook their head and pressed back against the wall. They hated being muzzled and it wasn't a new thing. Whumper tsked and grabbed their wrists with one hand, pulling them into their lap and pinning their arms to their side.

"Whumper, please! I'll be good! I'll mmph!" The leather bit slipped between their teeth and the straps tightened around their head, cutting off their words. They shook their head and whined, tears soaking into the leather.

"I really am sorry," soother Whumper. They grabbed a collar from behind them and fastened it around Whumpee's neck, clipping a leash to it. They stood and gently helped Whumpee to their feet, putting an arm around their shoulders to help them walk. "Come on, darling. The sooner we leave, the sooner you'll get those off."

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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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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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 😅

Could you do some more NSFW prompts please? 👀🔞

Oh lawd, here we go again. Thank you for the ask!

(Tags/TW: noncon, intimate whumper, heavily implied abuse, 18+ dialogue, nsfwhump, threatening, implied force, gagging, begging, conditioning, reprogramming, injury, mind-breaking (ish), profanity and vulgar slang for body parts.)

"You’d better shut your fucking mouth if you wanna walk in the next few days."

"P-Please- Too d-deep! I-It hurts!” “Oh but you’re taking it so well, Whumpee.” 

“I-It feels good W-Whumper..” “I told you it would, kitten, I’ll make you feel even better soon.” 

“P-Please W-Whumper! I was s-so close..! P-Please just let me c-cum!” “It’s only been three hours... You haven’t been punished enough yet.” 

“Ask me nicely, pet. And I might give you want you want.” “C-Can Pet make Master f-feel good..? Pet wants to feel good too.” 

“Pretty hard to say ‘no’ like this, huh? Eyes rolled back, mindlessly grinding your hips for more.” 

“Since it’s your first time, I’ll be gentle. The moment you start fighting me, I’ll fuck you how I please.” 

“Only half-way and you’re already gagging, you’ll never talk me out of your punishment at this rate.” 

“Every time I whip you, you get a little tighter around me, does it turn you on that much?” 

“You don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore, do you? Should I thrust a little faster to help you choose?” 

“Open your mouth and kneel, Whumpee. I’m about to use you for what you were really made for.” 

“Just the sound of my belt buckle and you’re hard.. You’re a perfect slut for me now, aren’t you?” 

“You can either swallow your pride and spread your legs for me or I’ll fill you so full of cum you’ll taste me.” 

“Hmm... Which hole should I use tonight, Whumpee? You already know what my favorite is, so choose.” 

“M-Master I’ve been good, c-can I c-cum tonight?” 

“Repeat after me: My body is for Master’s pleasure. I do not deserve pleasure unless Master gives it to me.” 

“Will you keep your legs open this time? Or should I get the spreader bar?” 

“If I take the gag off, you’re getting something else in your mouth, pet.” 

“Master’s friend here is going to teach Whumpee the difference between how I touch you and how you deserve to be treated. Maybe you’ll be grateful when they split you in two.” 

“Are you crying? When you’re already covered in your own cum? Something is amiss, Whumpee. You must not be as afraid as you lead on.” 

“Pretty tight for someone else’s toy. They must not fuck you properly but- ngh.. I-I’ll change that, I’ll pound you stupid every night and break that little ass of yours.” 

“See? Your body found a way to lube up after all, Whumpee. But you’d better start riding, blood dries out pretty fast with friction.” 

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.

Little whump things from personal experience to make your story more realistic

CONTENT WARNING: mentions of being sick/vomiting, mentions of abuse, mentions of blood/bleeding, mentions of malnourishment, mentions of anxiety, mentions of tooth getting ripped out, mentions of trauma, mentions of nightmares

Kneeling with your legs open hurts more than kneeling with your legs closed

Your neck gets sweaty when you wear a choker/collar and it makes it super uncomfortable

You loose hair when you’re malnourished and black out when you get up too quickly

When you’re anxious/scared, you feel your internal organs shake and it’s weird and freaky and uncomfortable

Not being able to cry anymore does not mean you don’t ever feel like crying or the pain that comes with crying. There’s just no tears that come out and no relief after

Crying is really tiring

Walking when your legs are numb feels weird and surreal. It’s really hard to stay up

Your body gets cold when you loose blood, even if it’s not a lot

If you loose blood in your wrists, you will struggle with moving your fingers normally after, even if it wasn’t a big blood loss

Boredom is agonizing

If you feel sick, it will take a while before you vomit. You will feel your blood concentrate on your stomach, so you loose blood in your legs and arms and you’re lightheaded and trembling

If you take anti-vomiting medicine when you already feel sick, you will have the feeling of being just about to vomit for hours. It’s agonizing, you can’t stop trembling, you’re cold and you can’t walk. You’re also exhausted.

If you don’t drink enough water and hold in your pee for too long, you get an infection and can pee blood. It’s terrible and hurts so much and you have to go to the hospital. It feels like you have a blade in your urethra and you fear peeing all the time

You get angry at everything when you’re hungry. You’re easily irritated and the smallest thing can make you mad

Getting your tooth crushed and ripped out is one of the worst pains you can experience

Everyone becomes desperate for touch/attention/praise at some point

If you’re traumatized, you have big memory loss and won’t remember much from before and even during

Everyone needs to get their frustrations/emotions out in some way, it can be singing, yelling, hurting yourself, hurting others, etc

Swallowing something you don’t like is physically hard and painful

Not stretching everyday even when you want to is painful and makes you feel out of place in your own body

Not being able to breathe through you nose is horrible

If you have anxiety, fighting back can be impossible, even if it’s a life or death situation

At some point of exhaustion, it can become physically impossible to move, no matter what

PTSD nightmares are a lot different than what you might think. I made a post about it here

If you’re sleeping when you’re cold, you’ll constantly wake up but be unable to move even if the temperature is easily solvable due to exhaustion and being cold

Your hair gets disgusting and greasy when you don’t wash it regularly

If you don’t clean your ears often it will become uncomfortable and you won’t hear as clearly as usual

Feeling of asymmetry can be agonizing for some people

There’s always a point in life when you’re suffering where you don’t care if you live or die anymore

I know I said it already but it’s important; your memory is absolute shit when you have trauma

You still have nightmares, you still flinch, you still panic even multiple years after the traumatic event happened

If you’re not a trained fighter, there’s always a moment of shock and confusion before reaction in stressful events

Everyone has their limits. Everyone. Even the whumper

Some people are beyond redeemable

You don’t have to forgive to heal

You can become physically unable to say your abuser’s name and look them in the eyes

Loud sounds can become terrifying (vacuum cleaners, juice mixers or whatever they’re called, hair dryers, etc)

At some point, you become unable to tell the difference between pain and uncomfort because you’ve grown accustomed to it so you don’t realize you’re actually in pain until it becomes agonizing

You don’t mention your pain to anyone because no one could do anything about it anyways and you don’t want to bother them

Freedom feels weird when you have it for the first time in years

You might wake up in the safety of your house but not recognize where you are and panic for a while before realizing where you are

If you have any questions I’d be glad to answer them! And don’t feel shy to add anything to the list!!

Also, those are all things I’ve been through so they’re from my perspective, but I tried making them as neutral as possible. If you have a different perspective, please share it!

whumper pretending to be mad just to see whumpee squirming and groveling and apologizing within a second because they don’t know what they did wrong but fuck they’re so so sorry and they’ll do anything to make it better—

“sir please—please let me make it up to you—I promise I’ll be better I swear—just please—”