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could I have some hypnosis whump? Doesn't have to be any specific type, I just need those sweet sweet tears of whumpee realizing they're loosing control.

tw mind control, hypnosis, blindfolded, captivity, conditioning

Whumpee’s heart was pounding as they lay on the bed, the blindfold making it impossible to tell what was going to happen to them. They weren’t restrained; they had simply been instructed not to take it off.

They already knew what the cost of misbehaving was in this place.

They heard footsteps nearing the bed, and they instinctively turned towards the source, despite not being able to see anything. Whoever it was, they sat on the edge of the bed without ever touching them. Whumpee thought they were going to throw up from anxiety.

“What’s g-going on?” they asked timidly.

“I’ve gotten reports that your sleep has been off lately.” Whumper. That was Whumper’s voice.

“N-no, no, that’s not– I’m fine, really. I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, dear.”

“I’m not! I’m not lying, I can sleep just fine!” How could anybody sleep well in a cell like this? “Please, p-please believe me.”

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re not in trouble. Not yet, anyway. But I need you to tell me the truth.”

Whumpee swallowed. They had no idea what methods Whumper would use to put them to sleep, but they supposed their word mattered very little in how the process would go. Might as well avoid an extra punishment. “I’ve been having nightmares,” they admitted quietly.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” There was either something genuine behind the words, or Whumpee was too love-starved to tell the difference. “Fortunately for you, I can help you with those.”

“I, I don’t want–”

“Shh, just listen. Take a deep breath, okay? I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Whumpee took a shaky breath, trying their best to trust that Whumper was being honest. They had never outright lied to them before, but they had a way of twisting words and omitting key details that made it difficult to figure out their intentions. “Please don’t.”

“I’m not even gonna touch you, hm? How does that sound?”

“G-good, that– that sounds good.”

“Good boy,” they said with an almost audible smile in their voice. “You don’t have to do anything, just listen.”

“Wait– wait, a-are you–”

“Shh, Whumpee, listen to me. Take another deep breath. You don’t have to talk. You don’t have to ask all these questions. You won’t be harmed in any way.”

Whumpee took another breath, just as they’d been ordered to, trying to calm their racing heart. There was something about the way Whumper spoke, something gentle and soft, something that made it so easy to just comply.

“Slow your thoughts for a moment. Let go of the anxiety. Listen when I tell you that it’s all going to be alright. You’re safe.”

They were right. The bed under them was cosy and comfortable, the blindfold over their eyes was gentle on their skin. The darkness felt less scary now, with the repeated assurances of safety. It was just like guided meditation.

It was almost like hypnosis.

The thought made their heart skip a beat, but Whumper was quick to catch the nervous gasp that escaped them.

“It’s alright, Whumpee, listen. Listen to me. There’s no need to be nervous. You’re safe and unharmed, and so tired after all those nights you spent awake.”

No, no, this was not good. This was definitely some mindgame. And if Whumper could make them fall asleep like this, if they could make them so dizzy and pliant, what else could they use this for? They didn’t want this–

“It’ll be so nice to fall asleep now, in such a safe, controlled environment. Nothing can hurt you here. It’s so quiet, it’s dark, it’s the perfect place for some rest.”

Whumpee’s muscles were relaxing against their will, their mind growing hazier by the second. They didn’t want this. They wanted to sleep, but they didn’t want this.

“Listen, Whumpee. Listen to me. You’re so tired, I know you are, and I’m allowing you to drift off now. I know you want nothing more. Just listen and let go.”

Listening, they were listening… all they could do was listen… they felt like they were falling, and their mind struggled against it, making them jolt awake again.

“It’s alright,” Whumper said softly. “It’s okay to let go. It’s okay to fall. I’ll be right there to catch you.”

They were falling again, lulled into a false sense of security. They had to listen. They had to trust.

“Everything is so peaceful now. Everything is so safe, when you listen to me. When you let go.”

Whumpee jolted again, but the darkness was quick to pull them back under. It was like quicksand, and they were too tired to struggle against it.

It was so much easier to listen and let go.

#🥲 when you love hypno so much that even reading it can make you feel sleepy 👍#op you are wonderful

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prev @lonesome--hunter i was kinda wanting to write some more of it anyway so..

tw hypnosis, conditioning, mind control

Whumpee was curled up in the corner, softly crying when the door opened. They wished they could just stop on command, — their own command, — so Whumper wouldn’t get to see them like this. It was embarrassing, and it only ever prompted further dehumanising treatment.

“Bad day?” Whumper asked, and Whumpee quickly wiped their eyes.

“No, sir.” Please, let it go. “I’m fine. I’m uh… ready to answer questions.”

Whumper considered them for a second, but then motioned them over without another word. Whumpee pushed themself to their feet and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to their captor.

“What did I say about lying?” Whumper asked calmly, and Whumpee’s blood ran cold. They thought… they thought they’d let it go. They thought, for a moment, that they had an understanding. A fleeting moment of kindness. A small mercy.

“I…” They didn’t want to be punished for it. They didn’t. They didn’t want to get worked up and be forcibly calmed down. They didn’t want the truth to be pulled out of them against their will. They didn’t want Whumper to stop them from crying and having a bad day just because it was unsightly. “That… that I, I shouldn’t– I can’t–”

“So why aren’t you listening to me?”

Whumpee blinked, the trigger word hitting them like a ton of bricks. No. Not again. They couldn’t do it again. “I am. I will. Please.”

“Please what?” Whumper didn’t seem to be angry with them, but there was something expectant about their expression, something Whumpee was all too eager to satisfy to avoid being put under.

“Please forgive me. Please don’t– don’t… d-don’t use the word. Please, sir. I was having a bad day. I didn’t mean to lie, I just didn’t want to make a fuss.”

“And you didn’t want me to try and fix it.”

Whumpee’s fingers curled into the fabric of their pants, and they welcomed the anxiety of the whole situation, because it meant they were still present. “No, sir. I didn’t.”

“I can appreciate the honesty.” Whumper sighed. “But you know how it is. My job here is to train you, and for that, you must–”

“No!” they blurted out, grabbing onto Whumper’s arm desperately. “No, no, please! Please. I can comply. I am cooperating. I am. You know I am.”

“Shh, don’t make a fuss now. You said you didn’t want to, right?”

Whumpee nodded frantically. “I did! I meant it! Please, I can just comply as I am.”

Whumper placed a hand on top of theirs, offering them a reassuring smile. “You’re not listening, Whumpee.” No. “And unfortunately, I need you to listen.”

No. No, no, no, not again, not again. “Please… Please, don’t…”

Whumper gently shushed them, prying their fingers off their shirt and placing their hand back in their own lap. They couldn’t find it in themself to fight it. “It’s okay. No one’s gonna hurt you if you listen.”

It was so quick by now. It barely took a few seconds, and Whumpee was already glassy-eyed and pliant, worries long forgotten. The willing submission they had been offering was nothing close to this mindless obedience, and they both knew it.

“There you go,” Whumper cooed. “So good for me. So attentive. So ready to listen.”

#fkn drooling this is so good #🤌🏼🤌🏼

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bandaids-and-blisters · 5 months

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Nomhuman whumpee prompt: the whumpee being experimented on by humans in a lab. Bonus points if normally the whumpee is easily strong enough to fight or escape all these humans, but they have a means of keeping the whumpee weak and under control.

-- @oliversrarebooks

tw nonhuman whumpee, lab whump, multiple whumpers, gagged, restraints, humiliation, dehumanisation, captivity

“It’s nothing personal,” Whumper said passively after having forced the ring gag into Whumpee’s mouth. “You probably understand that by now, don’t you?”

Whumpee couldn’t snap their teeth at them, no matter how much they tried, but at least they could glare. It seemed pretty fucking personal from where they were standing. They had been kidnapped, fitted with this awful fucking collar that kept sapping their magic, locked up, chained like an animal, and now this. Just because these people were hiding behind lab coats and clipboards didn’t change the fact that they were monsters.

“No? Still holding grudges?” Whumper grabbed them by the jaw to turn their head, taking a look at their fangs. “That’s fine by me. It doesn’t change much.”

More people entered their cell to take notes on whatever interesting thing they could find in their mouth, and Whumpee’s growls slowly turned into sobs. People were tugging on their tongue to be able to see it better, sticking gloved fingers and various other objects into their mouth, talking to each other about the details like Whumpee wasn’t even there. It was humiliating, and there was nothing they could do about it.

“That’s all for today, I think,” Whumper eventually said, and the rest of the group left the room one by one until it was just the two of them. “Don’t take it to heart.” They unbuckled the straps that held the gag in place, finally allowing Whumpee to close their mouth. “It could be so much worse if we were the big bad sadists you think of us as.”

#oohhhhhhh

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I have this new idea of a resistant whumpee being mind controlled/hypnotized right—except the only thing that’s heavily implanted is that the whumper’s touch is heavenly and every time they’re touched bliss courses through them.

so now when whumpee is being resistant and fighting, spitting, kicking, and screaming, all whumper has to do is caress their cheek. PLUS! Whumper can pet them potentially for hours on end while they’re doing something else like talking to a fellow whumper about finances

UR SO RIGHT. whumper cupping their cheek and just "shh, settle down" and whumpee just goes LIMP. just. all fight leaving their system... leaning into the touch... whimpering...

#ashsjfjdjsh i feel so warm and fuzzy #my brain is drunk with the feeling

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“So this is what you do? You find little broken dolls, fix them up only to break them again?”

#yes and it's an art form #it's all fiction so- go wild 💁🏽‍♀️💁🏽‍♀️💁🏽‍♀️

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The Rare Bookseller Part 31: Fitz's Showtime

Masterlist

June 1905

TW: mind control, captivity, hypnotic induction

Fitz wasn't one for making plans, normally trusting in his ability to wing his way through any situation life threw at him. That approach had worked well enough until it had ended up with him imprisoned in a vampires' auction house.

Over the past few days, he'd already suffered what was practically a fate worse than death: being left with nothing to do but stew in his own mind. His treacherous brain had helpfully supplied an exhaustive list of every mistake he'd made along the way to end up here, and all of the ways he could have avoided this fate now that it was too late.

But with his cell neighbors unresponsive -- and he didn't want to think too hard about how that might have come about -- there wasn't anything at all to occupy him apart from meals and sleep. The meals were surprisingly generous and varied, and Fitz supposed that if they really were vampires, they must be fattening him up the way you would a prized pig. Sleep was less generous, as the pitch blackness, complete silence, stiff cot, and vampire guards all conspired to make him uneasy.

So he had plenty of time to think of how he would approach it when Lily came for his mind. Now, he'd ended up in a plush, too-comfortable chair, facing down the vampire who'd captured him.

He wasn't even tied down. He'd been nothing but ingratiating towards the vampires the whole time he'd been here. Lily had made it beyond obvious that he wasn't going to escape through strength or speed, and on his first night, he personally witnessed an angry, cursing, struggling man being dragged away and coming back a hollow shell.

No, that sort of struggle was pointless. He could instead bide his time. Be friendly and charming. Hope that someone would let their guard down or give him a special privilege. He'd have an easier time of it and more opportunities to free himself. At least, that was the theory.

Of course, all of that was for naught if he were actually put deep under whatever mesmeric spell they were using to keep the other captives still and silent.

He knew very well now that Lily was capable of it. He also knew that simply resisting would not do -- little chance they would give up and let him go instead of trying over and over again until he was broken. No, the only thing to do would be to play along, pretend to be under her spell, and hope he could keep the spell from touching him in truth. The longest of long shots, but he didn't have a better idea.

"So I hear you've been on your best behavior," said Lily with a smug smile. "Joking around with the blood grader and everything."

Fitz lounged in the chair as though his existence weren't on the line. "I wouldn't dream of being rude to a man who calls my blood special grade A fancy."

"And here I worried you might be trouble. But it seems you do know your place, better than you think," said Lily. "That's why I have a proposition for you."

"If it's another five dollar bet, I'm going to have to respectfully pass on that."

"Oh, no, nothing like that," she said, amused. "As I told you before, I'd like to sell you to a friend with deep pockets and a soft heart. I think he will appreciate you. The less you resist the conditioning, the more I can allow you to keep that wit of yours. That works out for both of us, doesn't it?"

"Oh, yes, just peachy," he said. She couldn't possibly think he was daft enough to trust her a second time, not when she held all the cards.

"I know you don't believe me, but it's actually a great deal for you. You'd live in a mansion and have an easy life, all in exchange for just a bit of blood." Her words were honeyed, and Fitz could practically feel them worming their way into his mind. "You won't have to be Fitzwilliam de Hastings, disgraceful and useless third son of the de Hastings shipping conglomerate. You won't have to be Phantom Fitz, scraping and clawing for fame with your little magic tricks. You can just be Fitz. Loved. Wanted. Cherished."

If only any of that were true. If only it weren't just a trick to soften his mind and get him to accept a vampiric master, one who would "love" and "cherish" him the same way he might "cherish" a fine bottle of wine.

"As intriguing as all of that is, and as flattered as I am by those lovely descriptions of me, I'm going to have to decline your offer," he said with a tight smile.

Her own smile turned predatory. "You haven't really given me a chance to persuade you."

"I think I've heard --"

"Have you, though? Or have you been half paying attention while focused all on yourself?" she said, leaning in closer. "Here I am, my entire focus centered on you, and you aren't repaying the favor. Why don't you focus, Fitz? Why don't you relax?"

There was no doubt she was exerting her power this time. Fitz could feel the magnetic pull of it. This was it, this was showtime -- the moment he had to somehow convince her that he was being enthralled, without actually falling. He couldn't make it seem too sudden or she wouldn't buy it. What should he do? Should he be visibly affected by what she just did? But he'd hesitated and --

"You think too much," she said. "I'm going to need to stop that first. Slow and soothe your mind, make it so hard to think that you just give in and listen. Look where all your thinking and scheming has gotten you. Won't it feel so much nicer not to do that?"

He nodded, with a bit of hesitation, widening his eyes, playacting that her mesmerism was taking him down once more. Lily was good at luring a mark, but so was he.

"Yes, isn't that easy?" she said, amused. "Just let my words soothe you so you can listen. It'll feel so good when those racing thoughts slow down. We both know it's inevitable, so why keep searching for an escape that won't come? Why not take the easy and pleasant path?"

"Because, as I told you before, I don't care to be a vampire's convenient lunch box," he said, making sure to slow his voice and lace it with doubt. The more she thought he was falling, the more careless she would be.

"It's so cute to watch your thoughts turn in your head. I can practically see them, dear. I can see that machinery working those threads of thought, weaving them together into plans and fears and witty little comments. I can see all the weaknesses in those gears, all the places where they can easily be slowed. Can you see it?"

"Hm?" he said, caught off guard, not sure how he should respond to that one. Did she suspect what he was up to? Of course she might, she might've mesmerized hundreds of people for all he knew, and he surely wasn't the first to think of pretending.

But that didn't mean she was always successful. Of course she claimed that she was. That was an important part of the confidence game; he would've done the same in her shoes. But for all he knew, her actual success rate was poor. Surely he wouldn't be the first to fool her. After all...

After all, he was...

Fitz blinked, trying to remember the end to that thought.

"...you don't even need to listen as your mind slowly drains of its cares and worries... so relaxed... so comfortable..."

He shook himself in mild alarm. She'd been talking this whole time and he'd zoned out thinking and hadn't kept up his act. He arranged his face into what he hoped was a convincingly dazed expression.

"How are you feeling, Fitz?" she asked.

"...Good," he said, an answer that seemed safe, as he wasn't quite sure how she expected him to feel.

"Good," she repeated. "Isn't this nice? Having someone's full attention on you without having to fight to earn it? Isn't it nice to be so wanted?"

His brow furrowed. "Well..."

"That's how it's going to be from now on. No more fight for attention, no more fight for approval, no more fight for survival. You'll have your needs taken care of and overflowing praise to boot. Just like you crave, deep down."

Oh, she was good. Good enough to make his chest ache with the thought of what she was offering. If only...

"You're going to be the best thrall, Fitz. I've never seen anyone as delectable, handsome, and charming, with such an intoxicating scent. You'll have your vampire eating out of the palm of your hand -- literally, perhaps."

Fitz blinked slowly, wondering how he should react to keep up the game, trying to ignore the warm sensations he got from the praise, no matter how manipulative and insincere "Do you think that cheap flattery will work on --"

"Look at me," she said, hooking a finger under his chin and gazing straight into his eyes. "You can see it, can't you? A future of being cherished and loved?"

"I --"

"Imagine a vampire who wants you, one who wants so badly to drink deep of your blood that he practically worships the ground you walk on. He'll want you always by his side, his beloved prize, protected and treasured."

It wasn't hard to imagine. It wasn't as if he hadn't thought about things like this on lonely, difficult nights. Something beyond sex and courtship. Intimacy. Comfort.

The kind of things that he hardly dared to think about for long, lest he feel their absence too keenly. The kind of things that were meant for those who had grown up wanted, who knew how to trust and let themselves fall in love. These delights weren't meant for the kind of person who wore a mask wherever he went and conned everyone he met.

"Just relax." She ran her fingers through his hair. "No more pain, no more struggle. No more struggle, now. No more struggle."

If any of this were true, it really wouldn't be so bad.

"No more struggle, no more fighting, no more resisting."

"I'm..." he mumbled. "I'm not..." He had to pretend that he was falling. He let his eyes blink so slowly.

"Oh, my dear, my Fitz, I know you aren't. You're doing such a good job right now."

His eyelids fluttered. "I am?"

"Yes, yes you are. You're doing such a good job. I told you, you're a natural. You're perfect."

He couldn't help but smile. That was good. She believed it was working.

"That's a good boy now. All you really want is approval, isn't it? For someone to see you and decide they're exactly what they need."

"Yeah..."

"You're going to have that, and all the praise and approval you could ever want," she said. "I promise."

He couldn't trust her, he remembered. This was all fake, just like every other time he'd been promised something. But he had to pretend that he believed. He was good at pretending.

"That's right, you're good at pretending. You're doing such a good job pretending to go under for me, Fitz."

Fitz felt the relief wash over him. Thank goodness for that. He'd been so nervous about this the past few nights, trying to convince himself that he'd be just fine outsmarting a vampire and saving himself.

Wait --

"It's okay!" Lily laughed. "It's okay, really. I know what you're up to. I expected that from you, of course. And I know what you fear. You fear being made mindless and docile like most of your cell-mates."

Fitz crushed down his panic. His plan wasn't working, his mind already felt hazy and sluggish from Lily's mesmerism, and now his worst nightmare might be about to come true. He'd spent so long escaping from a family where every little word and move was regimented, scrutinized, criticized, judged and punished. At least in those days he could escape into his head. Now, he'd be brought back to that place, with no recourse.

"...Yes, obviously, I fear that," he said, hating how vulnerable he sounded but not knowing what else to say. "Who wouldn't?"

"Who wouldn't?" she echoed. "But it doesn't matter, ultimately, because I've already given you a powerful hypnotic trigger the first time I had you in my thrall, and told you to forget it."

Adrenaline surged through him. "No, there's no way you --"

"Showtime, Fitz."

He only had one more brief moment to panic before his mind shut down entirely.

---

"...two, one, and wake. Come back to the land of the living now, Fitz."

He opened his eyes, feeling like he'd just awoken from a really refreshing nap. It took him a second to realize where he was and what had just happened to him, and all relaxation was immediately wiped out by his fear. Miss Lily had given him a hypnotic trigger, she must have erased his mind, he'd be nothing more than --

Except... he clearly wasn't.

"Confused?"

"You..." He wasn't really sure how to approach this. "You didn't wipe my mind, sir."

"Did you want me to?" she asked with a grin.

"No! Absolutely not, sir," he said. "But you had me -- you knocked me out --" He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to make sense the overwhelming swirl of thoughts in his mind. Grateful that he still had an overwhelming swirl of thoughts in his mind. "What did you do, sir?"

"I made you obedient to vampires. I removed your ability to escape. And I made you crave our feedings. Nothing more, nothing less."

Fitz stared. It couldn't be that simple. Not that he was thrilled about the changes, but he had expected much more and much worse.

But he didn't feel different. He was still capable of thought. He was still nervous. He could still remember who he was.

"If that's all you were going to do, sir... why did you bother with all of your setup? Why not just mesmerize me the moment I walked in?"

"Because mesmerism is a performance, dear Fitz. I thought that you of all humans would understand that," she said.

Fitz could feel his eyebrow twitch.

"There's magic involved, of course, or it wouldn't take so strongly, but magic alone doesn't make me so effective at molding perfect thralls. Cold reading, misdirection, distraction -- all of these are critical to what I do. I needed your original plan to fail before I truly conditioned you, and I needed to plant the seeds that a vampire might cherish and accept you. The results speak for themselves, don't you think?"

"I'm not even sure I can tell what the results are, sir."

"Precisely."

Fitz scowled. Was he really that obedient now? Did she actually make him "crave their feedings"? So he would just accept some bloodsucker gently tilting his head to expose his vulnerable neck... a wicked grin as sharp fangs grew closer... his mind growing hazy with pleasure...

"Oh, goddamn it, sir."

Miss Lily laughed. "Now do you see?"

It was a relief, in a way, that he could feel the results of the thrall now. That meant he could get a bead on what she'd done to him. "Yes, I'm afraid I do, sir -- hold on, you also made me call you 'sir', didn't you?"

"Any vampire. Yes. But you're allowed to say it as sarcastically as you want."

"Thank you for that most gracious allowance, sir."

"Oh, you're very welcome."

Part 30.5 >> Masterlist

Thank you for reading about Fitz.

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#rabid feral im going insane omg 😳

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Thing I'd read for forever: Whumpees who don't think they're people

There's a moment in Linden and Colton in a flashback when Colton breaks and he disregards his own personhood bc "this was too awful to happen to a person" so he doesn't believe he is a person. These things don't happen to people, therefore he must not be one

It's makes me feral! LIKE YES! RATIONALIZE IT!

Even better if they get questioned on their logic and they straight up do not understand.

My absolute favorite thing is a caretaker being like "well you're a human so you must be a person, right?" And whumpee is like "no. not a person. obviously." Literally believing they're built different from other humans. Just how it is.

Like how do you even combat that logic?? You don't. Sorry. This is Whumpee's worldview now. Good luck.

tw dehumanisation, conditioned whumpee, past trauma with multiple whumpers

"I appreciate it," Whumpee said softly. "I do. You're... you're very kind to me, and I know you're trying to comfort me, and it means a lot."

Caretaker listened, unsure where this monologue was going. They knew Whumpee had a lot of issues, a lot of new triggers they had to watch out for and avoid. Had they missed one? Had they upset them in some way?

"But I'm sure there are people who need you. I know– I know this is your decision, and you decide whether you want to waste all this energy on a useless thing like me, but... but if you care for my opinion at all, and you seem like you do, because you're s-so nice, then... then stop wasting time on me. I'm okay. Whatever duty you have in mind for me, I, I can start doing it today."

Caretaker hummed. "The person who needs me right now is you."

Whumpee shook their head a little. "Not a person."

They didn't flinch. They continued holding Whumpee's hands in their own, rubbing circles into the backs of them. "No?"

"Just a thing. A thing to use. I don't need such kind attention, though I am endlessly grateful for it." They shifted, averting their eyes. "I had to say something. I couldn't keep lying and taking advantage of such a kind person. I'm sorry I didn't speak up right away."

"You couldn't," Caretaker reminded them. "You were unconscious when I found you and barely conscious in the following days."

Whumpee didn't have a reply to that, but their guilt was palpable.

"How come you're not a person?" they asked gently. "You seem like one to me."

"I thought so, too. When I was still stupid and useless and arrogant. Bad. But Master taught me what I was. Showed me."

"Showed you?"

"Yes. They stopped pretending I was a person. They treated me like a thing, like I deserved to be treated, and no one said anything. You wouldn't have been able to treat a person like that. Somebody would've said something."

Caretaker tried not to let it show just how crushing those words sounded. Even through such a casual retelling — or maybe because it was so casual, like it was normal, — they could picture everything too vividly. A poor soul trapped in that horrible place, with monsters who brainwashed them to the point where it was all Whumpee knew. Trapped in a small world of torture and humiliation until they gave up the memories and the experiences of their life from before.

"I see," they forced out.

"I'm sorry if that was upsetting, I was just trying to answer truthfully and–"

"I know. You didn't do anything wrong."

Whumpee fell silent, their fearful eyes searching Caretaker's face for any lies or deception.

"For the time being, why don't you think of this little recovery period as maintenance?" they suggested carefully. "Would that make more sense to you?"

"Maintenance?"

"Yes. Repairs, even. Getting you back to full working order instead of pushing you to your limits with barely any rest time over and over again for no reason. You wouldn't do that to a thing you intended to keep for a long time."

Whumpee thought about it. Caretaker could almost hear the cogs turning. "I don't think I was meant to be kept for a long time," they whispered.

Caretaker squeezed their hands, prompting them to look up. "Yes, you were. If Whumper got to treat you however they saw fit, then it's only fair I get to do the same, right? And I would like to treat you like you matter, person or not."

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NAH CAUSE YOUR RECENT ‘caretaker becomes whumper’ ask abt the drugs has me inspired

what if a former mind controlled whumpee comes back and “”caretaker”” can’t help themselves. they tell themself that it’s for whumpee’s own good—ordering them to shower or take their medication when they don’t want to. but it so so tempting to see how far they could push it. they begin fantasizing about whumpee being a pet to them and how they had the power to make it happen.

tw bad caretaker, conditioning, conditioned whumpee, manipulation

Anyone would’ve had the same thoughts, right? Ever since Whumpee had come back, ever since Caretaker had realised just how fragile they had become… it was impossible not to think about it.

It’d be so easy to push them. Force them back into old habits.

The temptation was unbearable whenever Whumpee was being difficult. Caretaker couldn’t help it; they used the commanding tone, they used the trigger words, they used all of it. So long as it got the job done, was it really that bad? They’d stop when Whumpee’s injuries were all the way healed, when they needed to focus on the mental part.

Except when the time came, they couldn’t give it up. Whumpee was so sweet when they were docile, following orders like the most perfect dog. ‘Take a shower’, ‘take your meds’, ‘change your clothes’, ‘stay in your room’, ‘hold still’… How much further was ‘get on your knees’?

The thought wouldn’t leave them alone. The occasional moral quandary they’d have about these things had always been almost immediately assuaged by the results of their little experiments, whenever Whumpee gave them that naive, trusting look, those big doe eyes that promised such all-encompassing obedience. They had no doubt it’d be even better if they were on their knees, looking up at them like an adoring pet.

Oh, they wanted it. They wanted what Whumper had had. They understood now, and really, they should’ve been thanking the guy for laying the foundations.

“Hey, Whumpee?” Caretaker called one day, and their delightful little pet immediately dropped whatever they were messing with to turn towards them. “Come here for a second.”

Whumpee walked over, dropping to their knees as soon as Caretaker pointed to the floor. They looked so embarrassed, the poor thing. “Oh, s-sorry, that’s… That’s awkward,” they stammered, face flushed with shame as they tried to push themself to their feet again.

“No, it’s okay. Stay like that.”

Whumpee glanced up at them, and for a moment, Caretaker wondered whether they’d gone too far. But then Whumpee simply settled back down, looking almost relieved that Caretaker didn’t make a big deal out of it.

#this is so good my god 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼

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bandaids-and-blisters · 7 months

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You're an all star.

i’m sad -> i look at images of my ~40 year old man of choice -> i twirl my hair and kick my legs -> i think crazy thoughts -> i feel okay -> rinse repeat

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"Odi?"

Robbie tiptoed through the doorway, eyebrows furrowed in concern when she laid her eyes upon the mound of blankets lying slapdash in the middle of the room.

Odyssey's presence was still strong here, so she had no trouble working out who might be underneath all those layers, but still...

Was she trying to make a nest? A burrow, perhaps? What for?

Well, she supposed Odi did tend to get a little instinctual whenever she was uncomfortable or in pain. It would make sense that she'd want to be comfy and cosy, especially if she was going through her own equivalent of a werewolf flu.

Robin moved closer to the mound, gently shifting later by layer aside until she was able to peer in, the lamplight filtering in through a small hole and shining onto that beautiful loose, curly black hair.

Chuckling, Robbie reached a hand in, slowly, and ran her fingers through the curls, gently combing out the knots and soothing out the hair- an action of old habit. It was quiet for a few moments, with Robin simply adoring her baby and Odi seemingly curled up asleep, until, that is... one of her fingers caught up in a big snag.

"Mngh..."

Odi yanked her head away, huffing. She was nice and cosy, damnit!

"Ro, you woke me u-U-MFUGH- AGH!"

Robin gasped, stunned as Odi abruptly grabbed her jaw in agony, aura spiking with fear and pain, fingers jamming inside her mouth in an attempt to stem whatever pain it is that had caused her to scream so suddenly.

"D-darling, what's wrong?"

Robin dropped down to the blankets, hands about to come up to cusp her lover's face, but she was taken back by the panicked growl that ripped from the cub's throat the moment she tried to get near to her.

Robbie took a few tentative shuffles back.

"Wai-" Odi burst into another yowl of pain the second she tried to speak, eyes wide in fear and confusion at the sudden surge of pain coursing through her gums.

It felt like someone had jammed a needle into it.

"M-my...!" Robin resisted the urge to, but she could tell that she had a matching expression. "Sweetheart...!"

Odi's eyes welled with tears, clawed hands shaking around her mouth when miraculously, something suddenly dislodged itself from her aching gums and all the pain seemed to subdue.

"Blegh..."

She spat it out immediately.

Robin's face quickly grew a lot paler than usual.

"Y-your fang..."

Odi flicked her gaze down to where Robin was now staring, jaw still hanging open even as blood began to pool over from the middle of her gum.

Robin hesitated. "D-darling... half your fang... I think it just... i-it just fell out?"

Odi frowned.

Had she. Had she just...

Bit her own tooth in half?

Instantly.

Just like that?

It wasn't supposed to just fall out, she was sure of it.

What the fuck?

"...Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

Odi stared in shock at the tooth laying innocently on the ground, claws digging into her thigh, barely reacting even as Robin flitted off to the living room to make a phone call to the private werevet, panic thrumming between their bond as Robin's shrill voice warbled down the line.

Well.

Just imagine both their shock when the vet came back with that Odi was actually just teething, and in that time it was totally normally to lose a tooth or two as they became brittle and loosened themselves in preparation to be pushed out by another one in their place.

Excuse me, but where was that in the info when she signed up to be a werewolf!?

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