shh don't cry, they'll hear you!

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Caretaker who did buy whumpee, and who does wholeheartedly believes and acts like whumpee belongs to them

But damn it they take great care of their possessions. After all, cats and dogs get spoiled with treats and comfy beds and vet visits when they're sick and cuddles and a form of love

Why should a slave be any different? Especially because caretaker bought whumpee for companionship

Plus whumpee can tidy up, cook for themselves, hold a conversation, and even play games like cards or board games, and can go everywhere caretaker can

That's infinitely better than a cat or dog.

It's just such a shame their old owner was so terrible. Whumpee is so timid now, and nearly skin and bone. But that's nothing a good owner can't fix, right? The poor thing needs some proper structure and attention that's all. It's a good thing whumpee is human. It would be a lot harder to rehabilitate a rescue who can't comprehend speech.

And whumpee doesn't want to leave. Fetching files from a desk and playing checkers and occasionally cleaning the kitchen while master chatters about work is far better than being locked in a cold basement and getting beaten every day

Their new master doesn't lay a hand on them, their version of punishment is no music while doing chores, or no dessert

From Whumper to make Whumpee feel vulnerable. Weak. Like property. To remind them of their place and just how servile and pliant they are under Whumper’s control. Forcing them to lift their head, stretching their neck to the point of pain, in a show of cruel sadism as a wicked smile spreads across their lips.

From Caretaker to soothe Whumpee. To make them meet their eyes when they refuse. To check for illness or harm. Or tears. Maybe they smile when Whumpee’s gaze reaches their own. Perhaps they frown at what they see. Regardless, an intimate moment is created as Whumpee stares up at them, seeing the intemt strong within their eyes and feeling the firm unyielding grip of their hand, both whispering: “I’ve got you.”

Whumpee, the one having their chin lifted, feeling all too exposed with the near manhandling. For a Whumpee who’s main defense mechanism is hiding, not being able to cover their highly expressive face is a terror. A Whumpee who refuses to meet Whumper’s gaze out of spite. A Whumpee who buries their head in Caretakers chest when ill to hide the flush of their face or seek comfort.

- when the person kidnapped by the villain is all ‘no one’s going to come for me’ and 

- someone does, but it’s the person they’d least expect

- EVERYONE COMES because wow, maybe I am depressed because I didn’t think I knew this many people, much less that they liked me

- no one comes and the villain gets pissed on their captive’s behalf and treats them better than their former associates did

- they rescue themselves and everyone’s so impressed but the person yells because I AM CAPABLE AND YOU SHOULD HAVE AT LEAST NOTICED I’D BEEN KIDNAPPED

- they get rescued by a deus ex machina, preferably their dad/mom/grandma/old associate who is exponentially cooler than the heroes 

tw: pet whump, intimate whumper, degredation

Whumpee chirrups and nuzzles in closer as Whumper presses a kiss to their cheek. 

“Are you alright to stay here while I go handle a pest?” Patting Whumpee’s leg to signal to them to get off Whumper’s lap.

Whumpee’s muscles ache from sheer unuse as they slide off, nodding with a smile. “Yes, Master-! I’ll be right here! I’ll stay so still I promise I’ll be so good-”

Whumper cuts them off with a fond laugh, standing. “I know- I know you will be. You’re my perfect pet, aren’t you?” They press a kiss to Whumpee’s forehead once they’ve stood fully. 

Whumpee hums happily, tilting up into it. “Yes, Master, thank you-!” They slip down to their knees next to Whumper’s chair - their place to wait until Whumper returns. 

“Shouldn’t take too long.” Whumper opens a drawer and pulls out a glock. They check the chamber and close it back up. “Half hour at most.”

Whumpee nods earnestly. “Be safe, Master- I’ll miss you!” Pleading eyes point up at Whumper. 

Whumper laughs, ruffling Whumpee’s hair as they step around the desk. “You’re such a perfect, stupid little thing, aren’t you~?” They tuck the gun into their waistband as they head for the door. 

“Yes, Master-!! Your stupid thing!!” Just so eager and earnest, eyes lit up at the praise. 

Whumper chuckles as they step out. The door locks behind them. 

Whumpee stares at the door for a moment or two, listening to Whumper’s footsteps disappear down the hall. 

And they move. 

Practiced fingers, loosen their collar a notch or two as they slide up into Whumper’s chair. The smile is completely gone. Sitting a little more sluggish. Bored with their job at this point. 

They pull Whumper’s laptop closer, tapping in the password.

Blindfolds.

A Whumpee being blindfolded so they won't see who their captor(s) are! Or they're blindfolded to mess with them; they can't see the torture coming; just pure pain without warning.

Even better if rescue happened. The blindfolded Whumpee, who had gone through hell in their captivity, freaking out, thinking that Whumper is back to hurt them, unaware that it was their friend trying to rescue them, until the friend's voice snapped them out of it.

"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.

Once they're distrustful, hiding behind furniture and inspect given food/water for a long, long time trying to determine if it's safe.

Then they're almost aggressive, snatching the food away and devouring it before anyone takes it away.

Another day they refuse to touch the food, because 'they don't deserve it' and 'they know their place'

One day they're the most-touch starved creature ever, begging for hugs and head pats, the next day they'd hiss if you even looked into their direction.

One day they address Caretaker by "Master" and "Sir", other days they are comfortable with using Caretaker's name, and on yet another day they don't speak at all.

Whumpees who had so many different traumas that they don't know which survival tactic to use anymore.

“Hey, friend. Are you okay? Are you safe right now? I can help you if you need it—“

Whumper interrupts. “They’re fine!”

Caretaker keeps their tone light, but serious.

I love him too!

Just to let you know!

CW: BBU pet whump, Oskar is very naive in this, referenced past noncon and talk about sex, some fuzzy boundaries in that Oskar doesn't really have any, caretaker whumper

Next to Arvid, there's rustling. The sheets pull a little as Oskar shifts and moves. Arvid can guess by the sounds what he's doing - stomach, side, back. Hold pillow. Let go of pillow. Roll back to his stomach again.

Finally, Arvid groans and rolls onto his side to face the pet beside him. "What the fuck is your problem tonight, Oskar? It's almost two in the morning and you're keeping me up."

Oskar stills. "... sorry, Arvid. I didn't know you were awake."

"Hard not to be when you haven't stopped this shit long enough for me to fall asleep in the first place. What is it? Huh? You have been weird as hell all night, ever since my last appointment left."

Oskar is silent for a long time. Then he pushes himself up to sitting, back to the headboard. Arvid can just barely see him in the dark. "... can I ask you something?"

"Mmmn. Shoot." When the silence draws out again, Arvid groans and sits up as well, blankets falling away. He has on a loose T-shirt and boxers to bed like usual - Oskar just wears sweatpants, he overheatz sometimes under Arvid's heavy blankets.

Used to cold, he said at one point. Because of the training facility being kept chilly enough to make them desperate to get warm.

"Either ask or don't," Arvid snaps, tipping his own head back. "I'm fucking exhausted. I don't want to be here til dawn waiting for you to finish your dramatic pauses."

"Sorry." Oskar sounsds sincerely apologetic, at least. "I just don't know how exactly to ask."

"Well. Ask however is simplest."

"Okay."

Arvid glances over when no question is forthcoming to see Oskar fiddling his fingers together, worrying them at each other, looking down. "... Oskar, for the love of fuck-"

"Are you going to want to have sex with me?" Oskar asks the words in a rush. As if he has to say them all in one exhale or he'll lose his nerve.

Arvid blinks. "Am I going to what?"

"Going to. You know. Want to... to havesexwithme."

"I've got something for you," whumper takes one of their gloves off, then raises their naked hand up. there's nothing there, just a hand, and it isn't until this moment that whumpee realizes they've never actually seen whumper without their gloves on.

that's all it is:

a hand.

is that it? of course, it isn't.

whumpee doesn't move. doesn't say a thing. they've never been a very expressive person, but nowadays, it's hard for whumper to get much out them other than a few grimaces.

whumper gives a long exhale... "I'm gonna be honest, I've been waiting a really long time to see how you'd react to this," and it's in the split-second that whumper's hand moves closer that something static smothers whumpee's brain:

oh no.

the hand grabs whumpee's shoulder. softly. firmly. both everything and not enough. whumpee looks at the floor before they even know what they're doing.

and the hand trails down to their upper-arm-- to the skin below the sleeve.

that's-- that's not--

-- it's warm. it's really warm.

everything in whumpee's body freezes. whumper's thumb digs in a bit, rubbing circles.

whumpee makes a noise.

whumper smiles apologetically, "you're okay." their hand grabs the back of whumpee's neck, still rubbing circles.

whumpee's face softens against their will. their breathing's slowing. like they've been drugged.

whumper moves to their jaw. starts scratching at it like whumpee's a freaking dog, and...

gosh, that feels good.

whumpee starts to go limp.