whumpingwinona

[whumpingwinona]

Whumpee who has been extensively conditioned to react to touch:

a touch on their neck and they immediately become limp and pliant

touch their shoulders and they drop to their knees

touching their wrist will make them drop whatever they're holding

a gentle tug on their clothes and they take them off

some touches make them flinch away

and other touches they lean into

(more nsfw-ish/triggering content below the cut)

touching their lips makes them open their mouth and suck on your fingers

a touch on their thighs and they open their legs

[whumpingwinona]

OKAY!

A Whumper who can’t physically hurt Whumpee!

Maybe because of some magic seal / sigil, maybe because of some fear, maybe it’s Whumpee turned Whumper, BUT, Whumper who has to either get other people to hurt Whumpee or ‘only’ hurt them through psychological torment!

See this as a writing challenge or just an idea, but argh! This sounds like beauty to my ears!

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How about a Whumper who specifically kidnaps a Whumpee because they look like Whumper’s dead Lover, and they have to cut and style their hair and dress them up in Lover’s clothes to make sure they look just like Lover did before they sleep with them?

Whumpee stayed as still as they possibly could. They didn’t want to move around while Whumper had scissors in their hands after all.

Whumper was frantically cutting at Whumpee’s hair, making sure they matched the picture next to them exactly.

“Fuck…this isn’t even working!” Whumper exclaimed, throwing the scissors down. Whumpee didn’t have time to prepare for the sharp slap they received across the face.

“Why didn’t you keep your hair the same as theirs?!” Whumper demanded. “You’re just making this harder for me on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Whumper, stop this!” Whumpee cried. Both of them had lost someone: Whumpee’s twin sibling had died unexpectedly, and that happened to be Whumper’s soulmate. They had been closer than ever, ready to marry, and it all fell apart.

Whumpee had been good friends with Whumper. They treated Twin well, and they wholeheartedly supported their relationship. But after Twin died, Whumper lost it. Days after the funeral, Whumper had tracked Whumpee down at work and taken them for themselves.

“You have to learn that Twin is gone!” Whumpee continued, keeping their eyes on Whumper’s crazed ones. “Nothing is bringing them back, and I’m not them. You have to accept that!”

Whumper clenched their fists and punched Whumpee in the face again. “SHUT UP! You’re just making things difficult! I won’t let you leave me like they did!”

Whumper picked the scissors up from the floor and continued working, holding Whumpee tightly down on the chair while they continued cutting and shaping their hair the way they wanted it.

Finally, Whumper stopped. They set the scissors down and stepped back, circling Whumpee to look at them from all angles. “There…there we go. There you are,” they whispered, a teary smile appearing on their face. “Twin.”

“Whumper, no, I’m not Twin. I’m Whumpee, remember?” Whumpee tried desperately, but Whumper covered their mouth with their hand firmly.

“Oh, baby, I missed you…” Whumper let tears fall down their face shamelessly as they caressed Whumpee’s face with their other hand. They lightly touched the bruises from their own assault.

“Poor thing…who hurt you?” Whumper asked innocently. Whumpee screamed behind Whumper’s hand, trying to say it was them that hurt them, but Whumper wouldn’t hear it.

“Come here,” Whumper said softly. “Come to bed.” They started pulling Whumpee off of the chair. When Whumper finally took their hand away, Whumpee shouted.

“NO! Whumper, stop this! Get a hold of yourself! Twin is gone, I’m not—”

Whumper had grabbed a roll of duct tape and swiftly wrapped a long strip around their mouth and head to keep it in place. Whumpee tried pushing back and breaking away, but Whumper was too quick and they pushed Whumpee on the bed before they could do anything about it.

“Let’s make love,” Whumper whispered, kissing Whumpee’s lips over the tape. “I’ll love you like nobody else can.”

Whumpee continued to scream as Whumper began gently undressing them, completely helpless against Whumper’s heavy delusion.

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Maybe something with a hero or spy organization or something, where the Hero/Good Spy is finally able to capture the Villain/Opposing Spy who they have a sort of sworn enemies, but still a level of connection in that-type thing with. And they bring them to their organization to deal with. And a while later, the higher-ups are showing Hero/GS what they've done with the other and now Villain/OS is used as "stress relief" for the other heroes or as bargaining chip for stuff with other villains. And Hero/GS is horrified and wants to help, but Villain/OS blames them for it all and assumes they're like the rest when the 2 are left alone.

Spy was happy for once in their life. After two grueling years of tracking down Agent, who had been messing up all of their team’s plans, Spy had been the one to finally capture them and take them to their superiors. Only being on the force for two years meant that Spy was considered new, but they had more than proven themself with capturing Agent.

Spy didn’t honestly know what was going to happen to Agent once they were captured. They told themself it wasn’t their business, but the thought nagged at the back of their head sometimes. They never really hated Agent. They just hated being considered weak more. So, morals went out the window. They apprehended Agent, no matter how they felt about them.

Soon enough, though, their curiosity started to get the best of them. What were the higher-ups even doing with Agent? They hadn’t killed them. Were they just going to be trapped in the cellar forever?

Spy aimed to find out. They went down one night to find the cellar door cracked open a bit. Panic shot through them briefly. Did Agent escape? Was everything they worked for going to come crashing down?

But then, they heard laughter. Loud, heavy laughter, that undoubtedly belonged to Spy’s bosses. What were they doing down here?

Spy cleared their throat and walked over to take a peek. They were sure it couldn’t be that bad.

Until it was.

There was so much happening all at once. All of Spy’s superiors, even the Leader, were grouped together. Most of them were indecent, with either their pants unbuckled or even all the way off. The center of attention, and probably the most horrifying part, was Agent.

Agent was bent over on a table, held down by two of Spy’s superiors while one took them from behind. Leader was smirking and filming the whole thing with their phone. Spy didn’t know what to think of the sounds Agent was making. They sounded like something in between a scream and a sob.

Someone must have noticed Spy, because they were promptly dragged by the arm into the cellar. Spy heard the cheers, felt the affirming pats on the back, but their mind was blank. They stared ahead at Agent being defiled and ruined. This was all because of them. Because they finally managed to catch them.

“Come on, Spy, you’re next!” One of Spy’s superiors said with a laugh, pushing them forward. “Wait until Agent’s little team sees this. You getting all this, boss?”

“Sure am,” Leader replied, zooming in on the painful act before them.

Spy stammered and shook their head. “N-No, I…I couldn’t…”

“Come on, of course you can!” Another encouraged. The one violating Agent had finally finished, and Spy was pushed to stand behind Agent as soon as the other pulled out.

“And here I thought you were strong,” Leader said, glancing up from the phone. “You wouldn’t want to go back down a rank after this, would you?”

Spy gasped at the idea. They frantically shook their head. They had to keep their status. They were finally happy.

They had to do it. Before their brain could ask themself if it was all a mistake, or if any of this would even be worth it, Spy unzipped their pants and let the cheers fill their mind instead of Agent’s screams.

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Handler/Whumper putting pet Whumpee in solitary confinement while wearing a vibrator?

(Short one, sorry about that! This could be considered noncon or cnc/bdsm.)

Whumper got home from work one day, exhausted from the long hours. They collapsed onto the couch and took a moment to themselves. However, a small grin appeared on their face when they remembered what they could do to relieve that stress.

They switched on their television and changed the input to a live camera feed they had in their basement closet. It took a moment to boot up, but soon, they could see it clearly.

Whumpee was gagged and blindfolded in the tiny room, restrained with their wrists and ankles attached. What really made Whumper excited was the buzzing in between Whumpee’s legs, which was surely driving the poor thing crazy. It had been going nonstop for two days now.

Whumper leaned back and turned up the volume. Whumpee wasn’t moaning or whimpering quite as much as yesterday, but the little noises they made were still music to their ears. Whumper sighed and reached into their waistband while they watched Whumpee squirm. They always knew they could count on them when they needed to relax.

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whumper (leader of an evil organization) is caretaker’s parent and caretaker has been rebelling against them so they kidnap caretaker’s friend, whumpee, to teach them a lesson

(TW: torture, blood, blunt object)

Caretaker threw their bag on the floor and slumped onto the couch after returning back to their parent’s base. They were supposed to complete reports for the organization right when they got home, but Caretaker neglected the task out of spite. What was Whumper going to do, fire them? You can’t fire your own kid.

After a while of scrolling on their phone, Caretaker started to hear screaming beneath them. They rolled their eyes. It was a normal occurrence. Whumper was probably down there torturing some poor spy again or something. It wasn’t Caretaker’s problem.

Soon, however, it was getting harder for Caretaker to ignore. They had a small feeling that the person screaming sounded slightly familiar. Eventually, just to prove to themselves that they were just hearing things, they stood up and headed down to the lower levels of the base.

“Hey, could you put a gag on them or something?” Caretaker called out to Whumper as they entered the interrogation room. “It’s really…”

Caretaker stopped in their tracks, stunned into silence. There was no random spy strapped down in the chair. It was Whumpee. And standing behind the chair, bloodied metal pipe in hand, was Whumper.

Whumper flicked their eyes up and looked at their child boredly. “Ah, finally. Took you long enough.”

Caretaker watched their parent with horror and confusion. “W-What…why are they here?”

“Where are my reports, Caretaker?” Whumper leaned forward on the back of the chair, letting the pipe dangle in front of Whumpee’s terrified face. “That’s the real question here.”

Caretaker furrowed their eyebrows in realization. “Y-You…all for the fucking reports?!” They stepped forward, fists clenched. “Let them go! They have nothing to do with any of this!”

Whumper sighed, completely unthreatened by Caretaker’s stance. They stood up straight, rolled up their sleeves, walked around to face Whumpee. They swung the pipe back to hit them again, causing Whumpee to flinch and squeeze their eyes in anticipation.

“WAIT!”

Whumper froze in the position and looked over their shoulder. They waited for Caretaker to continue.

Shaking, Caretaker put their hands up. “Please, n-no more. I’ll do it, I’ll do whatever I haven’t done yet, I’m sorry…”

“You shouldn’t need encouragement like this,” Whumper said, lowering the pipe. “You should do what I tell you to without question. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes,” Caretaker whispered, shuddering with tears. “I’ll…I’ll get to work right away. I’m sorry.”

“Good.” Whumper turned and faced Whumpee again. Caretaker thought they were finally letting their friend go, but instead, Whumper slammed the pipe into Whumpee’s stomach, earning a loud cry. Caretaker lurched forward.

“B-But I said—”

“They go free when all of your reports are finished,” Whumper said coldly. ��You’d best hurry if you want to see your friend again with all their limbs unbroken.”

Understanding, Caretaker ran off right away. Tears fell onto the reports as they completed them to the sounds of their friend’s pained wails from down below.

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Caretaker and whumpee are both captured by whumper.

Whumper forces caretaker to hurt whumpee by punching, kicking, etc. If caretaker refuses, whumper does something much worse to whumpee.

So for whumpee's sake, caretaker does what they're asked, and whumpee tries (but fails) to conceal their screams and grunts from caretaker's beatings.

(TW: death, blood, guns, beating)

“Nope. Not hard enough.”

Caretaker screamed in frustration. Of course. Of course it wasn’t hard enough, because it never was. They knew that by the infuriating smirk on Whumper’s face as they lounged on their chair, watching the scene before them. Caretaker would have marched over there and shown Whumper just how hard they could hit, but the only thing stopping them was the handgun expertly aimed at Whumpee’s head.

Caretaker looked at Whumpee’s curled up form, already bruised from their own ministrations. They could tell Whumpee was shaking and trying to hide it. They were too good for this, too good to be dragged into all of this, and they were hurting. All because Whumper thought it was funny.

Rage filled Caretaker and they stormed over to Whumper’s side table, kicking it down with all their might and watching the expensive bottle of scotch shatter and spill along with the glass. Caretaker felt a deep satisfaction in wasting Whumper’s money, even though they knew there was plenty more where that came from. Hopefully, it would be enough to make Whumper angry with them and hurt them instead.

Whumper looked at the overturned table, unamused, and kept their gun trained on Whumpee as they shifted their gaze back to Caretaker. “See, that was hard enough. Now do that on them.”

Caretaker clenched their fists and bit back tears. Whumper wasn’t taking no for an answer today. Begrudgingly, they walked back to Whumpee and knelt down next to them with much more gentleness than someone would expect from someone who easily kicked down a table.

“Whumpee, I’m so sorry,” Caretaker whispered.

“I-I’m fine, just do it,” Whumpee whispered back quickly. They kept their hand over their nose discreetly, but Caretaker noticed and pulled it away. They inhaled sharply at how broken and crooked it was.

“Caretaker, please.” Whumpee wrenched their hand away and covered their nose again. “I don’t wanna die.”

Caretaker’s expression softened and they let themself be vulnerable enough to let their tears fall. “O-Okay. Okay.” They wiped their eyes with their sleeve quickly and stood up. They glanced at the gun again, which hadn’t moved, and neither had Whumper’s finger on the trigger. They needed to keep that finger still.

Caretaker did their best to separate Whumpee from the body on the ground in front of them. They took a breath, aimed a kick at their middle back, and slammed their foot forward.

The scream that came from Whumpee nearly broke them. The cracking sound, however, pushed them over the edge.

“Yes! Perfect!” Whumper laughed gleefully over Whumpee’s screams and Caretaker’s sobs. They walked over to Caretaker, who was kneeling as they cried into their hands, and patted their back. “That’s exactly what I was looking for.”

Caretaker didn’t even flinch at Whumper’s touch on their back. The despair over what they’d done to Whumpee consumed them. If they messed up their spine, their brain may never be the same again. They could die. They could have killed them.

Caretaker opened their eyes and turned their head to look up at Whumper, still shaking with horror. They were almost too caught up in the grin on Whumper’s face to realize that the gun wasn’t in their hand anymore. They’d left it on the chair.

“Caretaker, I’m so proud of y—”

Whumper was down on the ground in seconds. Caretaker landed punch after punch, kick after kick onto Whumper’s face and body. They didn’t stop until the screaming did. Not until blood covered their hands and seeped through the thousand-dollar carpets.

Caretaker’s vision swam with exhaustion as they tried to go back to Whumpee to check on them. They tripped on their own feet, though, and they were unconscious before they hit the ground.

Whumpee finally regained the ability to move after waiting for the horrible pain in their back to subside even slightly. They dragged themselves over to Caretaker’s body and slumped down on top of them.

“Thank you,” they whispered, although it was slurred and barely intelligible. They felt around in Caretaker’s back pocket until they found their cellphone. They managed to dial 911 before unconsciousness took hold of their mind as well.

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Crying in their sleep

Content: fear, ptsd

"no no, stop, stop it, stop it!!"

Quiet, tearless whimpers

Opening their mouth and trying to form words and nothing comes out

Grunt and flailing, panting, "don't. Touch."

"ow ow ow... " Grimacing, hands and toes clenched painfully tight.

Curled up with their arms wrapped around themselves, "can't do this on my, please,"

Whispering caretaker's name, "I'm sorry." Bonus--this whumpee is really great at masking their anxiety.

Choking sounds. when caretaker wakes them up, worried that they're choking in their sleep, whumpee comes awake with a gasp of horror, scrambling away from caretaker as far as they can go, before they blink and recognize them as not aggressor

Waking up bolt upright, gasping for air, looking around them with a terrified, shocked expression

Bonus--bolt upright and they bonk their head on the upper bunk, now they're rubbing their head and wincing

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64

inspo by @justbreakonme

[tw dehumanisation, intimate whumper]

“I bought you to enjoy you. But that doesn’t mean I enjoy being cruel towards you.”

Whumpee’s chin was guided up by two gentle fingers, and his eyes met Whumper’s for only a moment.

“You’re a toy. Not a punching bag.”

Well, that was certainly a step up. Right? It had to be. Being used in any way wasn’t ideal, but if Whumpee didn’t have to spend the rest of his miserable days in pain, that was a win.

“And what do you enjoy doing to your toys, sir?” he asked, emboldened by Whumper’s words.

Whumper flashed him a crooked smile. “Oh, this and that.” He trailed his fingers up from Whumpee’s chin to his hair, idly twirling a strand of it. “Enjoy some quiet night-ins, maybe even some night-outs. A couple gatherings to show you off.”

“And what does a quiet night-in look like?” he pressed.

“I got myself a curious one, huh? Let’s see… Maybe some cuddling on the sofa while I read a good book. Or maybe some dancing in the living room. I might even share some good wine with you to help loosen you up.”

Whumpee swallowed. That all sounded benign enough, if only the thought of being touched like this constantly didn’t make him want to throw up. Maybe being a punching bag would’ve been better.

“I see,” he said as neutrally as possible. Whumper wasn’t fooled.

“You might not like it,” he went on, still playing with Whumpee’s hair. “But a toy doesn’t get a say in how it will be played with. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, sir.”

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Your whump word(s) of the day

"You are shit at pretending it doesn't hurt. C'mere let me see."

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Manhandling--especially done in silence.

Content: manhandling, humiliation, beating

Slammed into the top of a desk with their arm twisted behind them

Whumpee wincing and freezing under whumper's weight as they realize they're trapped; if they move any more their wrist is going to break

whumpee crushing their lips in their teeth to hold back cries of pain that they'd be punished for

Guards shoving in a manacled, stumbling whumpee before the king, kicking him to his knees and forcing him to bow so low his forehead hits the flagstones

Fist in the hair to yank whumpees head up

Or fingernails bruising into the cheeks for the same goal

Whumpee frustrated to rage that they aren't being allowed to just walk straight, instead they have to throw them into walls and slam them down into seats

Looking up with a livid glare at main whumper when they get there

Whumpee starting to speak, "wait, just--" gets yanked so hard the words catch before he staggers forward

"I can walk." Whumpee growls next time they come for him. Snarky guard--"well, you're to be dragged."

When the whumpers step away from whumpee, now tied up and gagged on the floor, panting through his nose

Humiliating punishments like whipping while whumpee is tied up like this, whumpee floundering awkwardly away with a muffled shriek at every strike

Holding whumpee's arms so whumper can punch them over and over in the stomach

A lineup of prisoners, but whumpee is the only one that gets thrown and kicked into position

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"all you have to do..." whumper whispers in whumpee's ear, "Is come with me. then I'll let caretaker go and we can be happy"

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Whumpee who's escaped Whumper but gets re-captured by someone else.

"You're gonna be my big break, dollface, that bounty over your pretty little head is gonna set me up for life --!"

"I - I can pay you more! I can! I - I --"

Their new captor snorts at that. "More than Whumper? Really?"

"Just, just, I just -- I, I- please! Please, God, you can't hand me back! You can't! You can't! They hurt me! They, they -- mm!! Mmf --!"

Captor slaps duct tape over their mouth, finding their begging less than appealing now.

"Don't care for how Whumper likes to play with their toys though I will say, you're quite the collector's item." And Whumpee does not miss the feeling of cold, cruel hands brushing against their jaw. "I meah, no wonder they put out that much on ya'. Wonder if all that's just for the looks though..."

And their eyes trail down Whumpee's bound body and they instinctively still. Captor glances towards the 'missing' poster on the wall, squinting at it a little before looking back down at Whumper with a look in their eyes all too familiar to Whumpee.

"And well, that poster didn't say nothin' about havin' to return you in mint condition so..."

Whumpee winces at the click of the belt unbuckling. Then the click of Whumper's gun.

"True but I'd prefer it be returned clean to the very least."

Whumpee braces themself for the expectant boom of the gun firing off but it never comes. They crack their eyes open and still see their second captor on them, now sat up straight with their hands up while Whumper holds the gun to the back of their head.

"... I --"

"You still want the cash reward, do you not? You truly do deserve it, you know, the little thing down there's slippery after all and you're the first to finally catch them."

Whumper walks around to stand to Captor's side and slowly lowered it.

"Truly interested in having a go at them? Their looks only make up a quarter of the bounty, you know."

Captor's hands are still raised, eyes narrowing at Whumper. "... and the catch? This ain't a trick? 'Cause I'll cooperate here. Don't want any trouble with you."

"Same here then. And by cooperate," he trails off to re-aim the gun to Whumpee, who Whumper only briefly glanced at before turned back to Captor, "... I do hope you mean helping me teach my pet a lesson or two about what happens when you run away only for bigger, badder strangers to get 'ya."

Captor grins at that, lowering his hands that settle to grip at Whumpee's thighs and they'd squirm and thrash more had they not have a gun aimed at them.

"So...?"

"Oh, more than happy to help out." Captor reaches down for under their waistband, attention back on Whumpee.

"Lovely. One more thing." Whumper lowers their weapon to walks up to Whumpee, staring down at them with a smug, wicked smile as if to ask 'miss me?' before sharply ripping the duct tape off their mouth, eliciting a sharper cry — oh, Whumper drinks it in, sighing softly. "I prefer it like this if you don't mind at all."

"Not at all, whatever gets ya' off. You mind if I take my time with 'em?"

"Take as much time as you'd like, as many rounds as you can go --"

"No, no --"

"Shut," Whumper hissed, mouthing the last word as they shot Whumpee a look they damn well remember the meaning of, pursing their lips as their mouth shut before biting at their lower lip.

Captor chuckles at the display. "This thing's on one tight leash. How'd ya' never get it back sooner?"

"Oh, I could have. Just waited."

"Damn. Waited for someone else to gnab 'em?"

"Mhm. Win-win for the both of us, right? You can go on ahead now. Do whatever you want, no hard limits other than keeping them in one piece or no messing with my brand on it's back," they give this all out very casually as they get seated nearby, leaning back and manspreading to get comfortable as they still hold their gun firmly, almost glinting as if to warn Whumpee further, "It should be behaved, right? It hasn't been that long that you've forgotten how to, right, pretty thing?"

"A- ah -- no." Whumpee shakes their head with a barely held back franticness.

"No...?" Whumper prompts.

"No, I... no, I remember how to behave, ma'am/sir, I will behave."

"There we go." Whumper turns back to Captor. "All that clear?"

"Crystal."

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overly intimate whumpers my beloved.... whumpers who grab whumpees chin or run their hand through whumpees hair

This is my SHIT

Like it’s almost better when it’s not romantic or sexual too, using intimacy as a display of power

Maybe Whumper knows Whumpee has a fear of intimacy or doesn’t like other people touching them, so they simply use it against them

(slightly nsfw/noncon discussion below cut, not explicit)

And I’ve said this many times but KISSING AS A DISPLAY OF POWER IS ALSO MY SHIT

And I’m imagining a whumper who acts very close and intimate with whumpee but never actually does anything, so the whumpee is just waiting in dread and anticipation for it

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crisis occurs and the important team members are injured. leader needs stitches, brawn has a severe concussion, mechanic will bleed out if left unattended for five minutes and the fighter refuses to stay in bed for more than two. it's a terrible, awful night for medic, who runs between bedsides, ordering the youngest member of the team around, hands bloody and face pale, because they can't stop or one of their teammates--their friends--will die.

then, their medbay is finally calm. brawn has been cleared to rest with intermediate wakeups, fighter is on IV anesthetic, and the leader is... watching medic closely.

medic takes a breath. the first clear one in a while.

to the dismay of their bedridden patients, they collapse to the floor, unconscious.

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I like the light face pats/slaps that are kind of aggressive-affectionate, except the relationship IS NOT LIKE THAT

Face pats

Content: noncon touch, injuries

Like with secret whump, whumper obnoxiously getting handsy with whumpee, who has to laugh and pretend to like it even though the "pats" sting

Or pre-party, whumper's hands going down whumpee's body making sure they're all dressed and in shape for showing off, finally ending with a pat-pat on the cheek and "look at you, outshining me."

Pats an arm after a beating, revealing just how hurt whumpee still is as they hiss in pain and clutch protectively over the spot

Or with captive whump, whumpers pretending to sympathize and whumpee jerking their face away with a grimace

Mocking little slaps with the rhetorical questions and "huh? Huh?" Turning into real slaps when whumpee doesn't answer

Light slaps to whumpee's face to make them flinch toward the camera

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