For when the whump ideas in my head need to LEAVE

everything's a transaction. medical supplies are expensive and must be begged and bargained for, and all whumpee has to offer is their body. (or, supplies are readily provided; but whumpee is expected to show their gratitude later.)

treating them is such a waste, and they still come crying to you? they expect you to touch their disgusting body? to spend your hard-earned time and money patching up their fuck-ups? you'll do it, of course - (no, get back here, you don't want sepsis, do you? leave it to someone who actually knows what they're doing) - but you'll make your opinion quite clear the whole time.

unless it threatens life or limb, treatment is out of the question. wounds are the natural consequence of failure, and pain is the best motivation.

treatment is violating and dehumanising. their consent means less than nothing, the techs talk about them like they're not even there. but medically speaking, it's top-notch - they've never had access to anything like this before. it stirs up all kinds of mixed feelings.

Saying yes before they even completely take in the question. Saying yes even though they absolutely don't want to.

"Are you sure you want that?" "Yes." "It's okay if you don't." "No, I really do." While deep down they don't. Caretaker can kind of sense it, but Whumpee just won't budge no matter how many opportunities they are given to take back their yes.

Monitoring the emotions and reactions from people around them to predict what they want from them so they can just automatically do that thing.

Only being able to confidently belief something when they get outside validation that it's okay to believe that thing.

Tensing up when someone comes in the room, subtly adjusting their body language to fit what they think is desired. Maybe they sit up straight, stop fidgeting, fix their tired face, smile. Whatever was drilled into them during the whump.

Always aware of other people's eyes on them and always feeling perceived. Maybe even when they're all alone.

Feeling like they are not completely in their body when the conditioned behavior kicks in. Watching themselves perform the conditioned behavior and feeling like they aren't in control. A soft voice in the back of their head is alerting them that this isn't really what they think and want, but it's so muffled and far away that they hardly register it.

Dissociating during the conditioned behavior and still feeling out of it a few hours after. Then a headache kicks in that they hadn't noticed but that had probably been there the whole time.

Being conditioned not to pay attention to their body in general and not noticing their own limits.

Doing the conditioned behavior, giving into something, saying yes to something, and only realizing afterwards that wasn't what they wanted. Genuinely believing they actually acted from their true self in the moment.

Having a very fragile sense of self. Being confused about who they are. Panicking about small decisions.

Having their beliefs and feelings switch based on the people they are with, like they are an emotional chameleon. Never knowing when an opinion is truly theirs.

Telling themselves over and over again that they are not gonna do the conditioned behavior but when a trigger comes they are doing the behavior before they even notice.

Making small progress in not doing the conditioned behavior but falling back into it when they are stressed.

Falling back in the conditioned behavior when they meet someone who outwardly looks like Whumper, even though they treat them completely different.

Having a harder time letting go of the conditioned behavior around certain people and genuinely not knowing why. Picking up subtle clues from the person's demeaner that make Whumpee feel like it's safer to do the conditioned behavior. They could be accurately perceiving something subtle or they could be completely wrong about the person.

Being able to not do the conditioned behavior if they internally prepare themselves. But when a trigger comes up unexpectedly they automatically fall back into it.

Not doing the conditioned behavior and their heart immediately starts racing. They get a little dizzy and their brain goes foggy. They try to act normal, but they feel like everyone notices.

Not being able to express spontaneous emotions.

Feeling ashamed when they recover a bit and some of their conditioning falls off.

Internally panicking when someone outright tells them what to do because they already feel so powerless. Having moments where they swing the other way and actually become extremely stubborn and uncooperative.

Day 9: "That's not what I meant"

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"Bandage! You need bandage!”

The man's stilted, accented words betrayed his affiliation, and a shot of panic ran through Matthias. He struggled in the man's tight grip, but the oozing wound at his side weakened him, and the man pinned him back down.

“Stop!" he shouted as Matthias continued to desperately squirm. "Stop!”

The man angled his body to clearly show off the white armband around his bicep. Matthias calmed when his eyes caught it, and the man let up the pressure on his shoulders.

“You're.. a medic…” Matthias mumbled.

“I am a medic," the man repeated, assuaged that he got the message. 

A medic.. for the enemy side. Why the hell was he helping Matthias? Seemed easier to just let a man die than care for another POW, didn't it? Dread coiled in his stomach for a moment, but another wave of intense pain from the gash along his abdomen quickly blocked the feeling out. Something to worry about later.

The medic gave him a shot that dulled the pain. Matthias breathed shakily as he worked on bandaging the bleeding wound. A strangled gasp escaped him each time he tightened the cloth, and the man met his eyes apologetically.

Finally the medic finished the wrappings. He leaned back on his knees and sighed deeply. 

“It is terminated,” he stated. "You are done for." 

What? “What?" 

“You. Terminated," he said, pointing at Matthias.

His heartbeat started to pick up again, and the medic, sensing his renewing panic, quickly interrupted.

“Good!” He pointed frantically to the bandages. “Terminated good! No blood." 

"Oh…” Matthias mumbled. "'M done bleeding.." 

“Done bleeding,” the man repeated sheepishly with a smile.

Matthias sighed. The crashing adrenaline swept exhaustion into his bones and ache into his body. 

His shaking bloodstained fingers found the medic’s hand by his side. The medic jolted, surprised by the touch and looked at him. 

Matthias conjured the energy to not mumble. "Thank you," he said softly.

Then his fingers fell limp as his body drifted into unconsciousness.

CW: Pet whump, whumper turned whumpee, emotional manipulation, restraints, collars, pet/master dynamic, defiant whumpee, submissive whumpee

“I saw this and immediately thought of you, little one. I just knew you had to have it!”

Henley’s fingertips ghosted over the crimson wrapping paper, mesmerized by the Rudolphs prancing across, their glittery red noses shimmering under the harsh fluorescent lights of the basement. He teased and impatiently picked at the sellotaped edges. It felt as though he was a small child on christmas morning all over again, his excitement bubbling over. Squeezing the parcel tight, Henley’s pupils triple to the size of the moon when he feels the give of paper and the squidge of something soft and plump inside.

“What are you waiting for? Go on, cutie pie! Open it!” Ronan urged.

Months of grovelling and obsequious behaviour had finally paid off. No lump of coal for him this year. Henley had been the epitome of a ‘good boy’. He wrestled with the urge to tear into the present like a ravenous animal, his impatience battling with the life or death need to appear grateful and obedient. Peeling back the layers, he was met with an eruption of fluffy fleece material. Henley tugged it free from its wrapping, dangling the garment precariously from his fingertips as he gasped at its sheer size.

“It’s a hoodie blanket!” Ronan giggled, stamping his feet and clapping excitedly. He eagerly eyed up Henley’s reaction. “It will keep you all warm and toasty in these cold nights! I knew even the smallest size would swallow little old you up, you’re so teeny-tiny. My god, you’ll look deathly adorable in it. Go on! Put it on!”

Henley threw the hoodie over his head, and Ronan's words echoed true. He was swallowed whole. A head, two tiny hands, and a pair of feet peeked out from beneath the engulfing fabric. The hem dragged along the floor, and the sleeves pooled around his wrists. The hood flopped over his head and completely obscured his vision.

this is basically canon, in CA:TWS he flung his body around like he didn't care the damage he was going to do to it.

He knows his body can take basically anything and they'll fix him up, and he acts accordingly. Taking out his knife and digging out bullets and shrapnel when they hamper his movement, stuffing wounds with whatever filthy material he has on hand, whether that's cloth or just wads of grass and mud. Stitching himself back up, slicing wounds back open to drain the pus if they get infected and then back to the mission.

New whumpee A is a prisoner, but from the rumours they'd heard, they expected a lot worse. They're left locked in with experienced whumpee B, who shows them around with a smile- there's your mattress, that's your towel, behind that door is the bathroom. “The shower has hot water, so feel free to clean up before supper. Just leave your clothes in the hamper, don't worry.”

So A does, and thinks maybe this isn't so bad. When they come out of the shower, the hamper is gone, and an outfit identical to B's is on their mattress. When they ask B if they could get something less revealing, B chuckles and shakes their head. “I know it feels awkward at first, but you'll get used to it, don't worry.”

It is about then that a little chime alerts them to whumper's imminent arrival. B hurries to the door before it opens, kneeling before it and patting the spot next to them for A. A doesn't move.

Whumper steps in with a tray, eyeing both whumpees approvingly. “Good job, B. Here's your supper. A, with me.”

...

A comes back two hours later, shaking, and doesn't touch their own tray when it's brought in after them.

“This isn't working. You sound so... rehearsed. Routine. You need to come up with something new.”

Whumpee sacrificing themselves to protect their subordinates

and also subordinates being forced to watch and blamed for what's happening (bc they tried to stop it and/or bc whumpee is protecting them)

whumpee's 'performance' in bed impacting how they're treated in public and vice-versa

'....is this a request or an order?'

whumpee being allowed & even encouraged to argue with Whumper on most things - but not the most important one

'just so you know, you're not allowed to deny me a second time'

whumpee using their resistance or lack thereof as negotiation tools - whumper humoring (initiating or saying whumper's name or i love you or looking at whumper - things they've never done being exchanged for a favor)

having whumpee slowly relax because whumper only comes after them in certain places/at certain times and then suddenly changing that

people telling whumpee how lucky they are/ how much they'd want to be in their place