Iago

[Tw/cw; abuse/implied abuse, corporal punishment]

Whumpee who isn't aware that they're a whumpee. As in they've blocked all the memories from that time. But there's small signs such as the fact they're very people-pleasing and try to avoid conflict like the plague. Always playing the mediator role, always the first to deescalate.

One such memory being of the time they lived with two roommates; whumper and caretaker. Caretaker in the midst of being busy with their night classes isn't aware that whumper has started to inflict pain onto whumpee. They only realize when they walk into the three-bedroom apartment and witness whumper chasing whumpee with a belt raised, yelling obscenities. 'What the fuck!?' Caretaker yells at whumper, getting in the middle as to take the belt away from them.

'Really!? You're gonna stand up for that wimp, after what they've done?' The answer was an obvious yes, as they had no clue what whumper was referring to. As far as caretaker was aware, whumpee had been a model roommate. Someone they liked hanging out with. That and even if they had done someone outrageous, it couldn't have possibly warranted such a response.

Whumpee's locked themself away in their room, hyperventilating through sobs. Protesting that they hadn't done anything wrong. Once caretaker had wrangled the belt away from whumper's hands, they growled out how they'll deal with them later. The outcome in which they'd be kicked out and forced by caretaker to break the lease. Currently focused more on consoling whumpee as he couldn't stand hearing someone so distraught.

'Hey honey,' caretaker starts, voice exponentially softer than the one they had used originally with whumper. 'I don't know what's happened but I'd like to find out. Thing is we need to get your breathing under control so you don't faint. Can you let me in, sweetheart?' Acting like they were dealing with a hurt and confused kid rather than an adult.

Caretaker never gets the full story of what had happened all the times they were left alone with whumper but they get enough to know that they never want to see whumper's face again. Fearful of what they'd do.

Whumpee, who never dealt with the shit whumper put them through; Eh, if I don’t think about it for long enough, the info will corrode to the point it just feels like a fever dream

Caretaker; nope, your ass is going to therapy. consider this an intervention.

Whumpee; noooooooo

Impure Regression + Whump

Whumpee to caretaker after going back to whumper second time around; thing is you knew. you told me I would get hurt and what did I do? I didn't listen. I just had to get burned. *sob* but hey, what’s a fool to a jester?

Doctor! caretaker who sniffs out that whumpee's doctor is a whumper. The type that purposefully inflicts pain on a patient. That stretches out the ailments' symptoms, withholding anything and everything that'd ease their suffering. Call it a gut feeling or bad vibes. Caretaker just senses something off about them. It's only after the third time in which whumper ignores whumpee that they speak up. Their patience worn thin.

'Y'know, not to tell you how to do your job but could actually defer to the person who's the fucking patient?'

[Cw; wetting oneself, impure regression]

Caretaker who finds out whumpee’s an age regressor while they have friends over to watch a game. Whumpee who’s sequestered themselves to the kitchen, not liking how rowdy people are when it comes to their team losing. Or winning for that matter. Caretaker’s friends are shouting at the tv and it all becomes a little too much. They let out a squeak at the next yells. Whumpee's mind tailspins into little space and they end up soiling their pants. They go to clean it up before anyone can notice.

Stuck in little space, they don’t do that great a job. Simply wiping it up with a paper towel so the smell’s still there. ‘Oh, honey,’ caretaker coos. They lead them to the bathroom. ‘You’re not in trouble. Now I’ll be right back, gonna get those pesky guests of ours to leave.’ Caretaker lies, saying that Whumpee’s suddenly come down with something & had thrown up. And that they worried that it might be contagious. Lost in the euphoria of the game, they easily left with groveling here and there.

'Hey, it's okay. I'm not mad.' Whispering as they return with clean clothes. An oversized t-shirt that actually belongs to Caretaker, some underwear, and pyjama shorts. They turn off the taps to help Whumpee into the bath. 'M'sorry.' Mentally berating themselves, that they're old enough to know not to piss their pants. 'There's nothing to be sorry about. You just got scared, that's all.'

This is supposed to have similar vibes to those crack treated seriously type bf asmr vids. Lmk how I did.

Whumper, holding Whumpee in a chokehold; shhh, shhh, it's okay. just go to sleep. take a little nap.

Whumper; I know I said on our facetime calls that I was taking you out for a date to celebrate that big promotion you'd gotten at work. The one you had worked your ass off for, the one that you'd been passed over on time and time again....blah, blah, blah. [Whumpee slowly lowers whumpee to the ground, leaning them onto their chest]

Whumper; --oh, you're asleep. Thought it would take longer. Probably not wise to admit this but I am a virgin when it comes to this. I know, not something you want to hear your dear lover turned kidnapper to say aloud. You just looked so--lovely.

Whumper; anyways, where was I? Shall I continue my monologue? Where was I? That's right, unfortunately, you, my snookums put in your phone's passcode while doing your makeup. Wasn't that hard to remember, I mean you were naive enough to put it as 123456. One smart thing you did was telling your "bestie" the location of the restaurant. [Whumper boops their nose after they finished dragging them into their van]

[the sound of a car's sliding door slams shut, driving to a warehouse location. duct tape ripped as to restrain their wrists against a chair]

Whumper; wakey wakey, eggs and bakey [they lightly slap whumpee's cheek. It takes a few seconds before whumpees remembers what happened, quickly thrashing in their bonds] Why am I doing this? You remember when I told you about how my parents were pressuring me into joining the family business? [Whumper claps their hand together] Welp, welcome to the family business. Yea.

[Whumper proceeds to roll out a cart holding various tools]

Whumper; Now, my only request is that you try not to scream too much. Not because I'm worried about anyone hearing you. No no, it's not that. Just whenever I shadowed ma & pops, they always lost their voice too quickly for my liking. But don't be afraid to cry, you were always such a beautiful crier, love.

Whumper turned caretaker when they meet a whumpee that they just can't bring themself to torment. One who would let the whole world burn to protect them. Who dotes on them when sick. Making sure they get their fluids, forcing them to take a shower when their fever won't break. Who acts as a shoulder to cry on, pinky promising they won't murder the bastard who dared to break their baby's heart. Watching shitty romcoms on a rainy day.

Or caretaker turned whumper. Burnt out from their job, feeling absolutely cynical towards the world. It being so easy to turn off their emotions. To not feel anything but numbness as whumpee screams. They simply don’t care that whumper was someone they used to deeply care for. Easily washing the blood off their hands before leaving for the night.

Caretaker dealing with a more angry, combative whumpee. One that has destructive outbursts full of screaming and hyperventilating. All they can see is red. Angry at what whumper did to them. To the point Caretaker has to learn how to physically restrain them from further hurting themselves. Especially when whumpee turn their rage towards caretaker. They let a few swings hit but ultimately have to stop them. Holding their arms away from their body. Repeatedly apologizing as they do so.

Later cradling whumpee in their lap when they've finally exhausted themselves. Head tucked in caretaker's shoulder, hands clutching at their shirt. Begging caretaker to not leave them. 'I'll never leave you, just don't want you hurting yourself or me,' holding them just as tightly. 'You have every right to be angry at them. Whumper should've never laid a hand on you. You didn't deserve any of it.' Their voice was barely higher than a whisper.

Whumpee who hasn't seen whumper in eons yet can't stand the sound of whistling. The hair on their arms and neck standing up on edge. Feeling the need to run away whenever they hear that awful sound. Always high pitched and taunting. A sarcastic modality. Sent back to a time where it meant the onslaught of pain. Caretaker picks up on it when they feel whumpee's breath hitch in the middle of grocery shopping. Immediately taking their hand...a tether they can hold onto. Whumpee grabs on, wrapping like a boa constrictor around their arm. Caretaker attempts to hurry their way through.

Whumpee gets bold enough to stand up for themself against whumper, only verbally, but that in itself is progress enough.

Only to lose it when whumper yanks them by their hair, placing a knife against their throat.

'The word avox comes from latin, means voiceless...since you're so brave all of a sudden, want to tell me why you desperately want to become one.'

Whumpee who’s passed through the hands of multiple whumpers, all with different personalities and methods.

One who they thought was kind and could be trusted. A psychiatrist who knew all their deepest fears and secrets. Only for that to be used against them. Their food poisoned with psychotropic drugs that gave them waking nightmares. And when they refused to eat or drink, that was fine by whumper. They’d just wait until whumpee was on the brink of starvation or dehydration. Sometimes they wouldn’t be as patient, simply hooking them up to an iv drip or a feeding tube. Whumpee’s more afraid of that, turned into a pin cushion thanks to their veins being small and deep.

The next is the polar opposite, not bothering to hide their depravity. This one makes whumpee want to return to the previous. They’d rather deal with the falsehoods than such sadism. Being strung up like a hunk of meat. Experimented on, watched like prey to see what is most effective at breaking them down. Only to be forgotten about when they were no longer whumper’s shiny new toy. Laying in agony on a dirt floor, covered in bruises, cuts, and a few broken bones. A puddle of vomit under them.

They go through so many that the experiences melt together. To the point, they think caretaker is simply the next one when they first meet. Thinking they’re luring them into a false sense of security. Surprised when caretaker lets them ask whatever they want to know. The most open book person they’ve met so far. It’s extremely slow—recovering from it all. Caretaker gets frustrated when whumpee walks on eggshells around them. The caseworker who relinquished whumpee to them didn’t give them any info. And because of it all, there are a few times where whumpee regresses. It takes a little over a year before whumpee starts to tell caretaker what had actually happened to them.

Immortal! whumpee who has to endure falling in love with each reincarnation of caretaker just to watch them die at immortal! whumper’s hands.

whumpee who has mild scoliosis pain being put into stress positions by whumper. ones where their arms are stretched behind them, forcing their back in an arch. that or ones where they're bent over, head almost touching the floor. boxes placed under their feet as to offset their center of balance. not that they could tip over, rope holding them in place. held in the positions for hours at a time.

when they're rescued, whumpee can't handle being touched by anyone, even caretaker. only relenting once they realize that caretaker's touch hurts less than the stranger helping them through physical therapy for the damaged nerves. it at least providing a comfort that they won't ever have to suffer at whumper's hand as long as caretaker's around.

Y’know how two stars will orbit each other and the smaller one will siphon energy off of the larger one? That but with a magic system + whump.

As in caretaker notices whumpee enter a friendship with whumper. It’s normal at first until caretaker sees them gradually become weaker and weaker. Whumpee complains of being tired all the time. No matter how much sleep they get, it’s always restless. Bags forming under their eyes, complaining of their bones aching. Unhealed bruises that quickly become permanent open wounds.

Caretaker does everything to keep whumpee away from whumper. Blocking their number and socials when whumpee goes to the bathroom during a movie marathon. Comforting them when whumper flakes on them the 4th time that week. Anything for them to escape whumper’s orbit.

Caretaker who doesn’t have the slightest clue of how to handle whumpee’s mental trauma.

Caretaker who suggests getting high or using an aphrodisiac to whumpee so they can experience an emotion that is something other than anxiety, panic, or paranoia.

Caretaker crossing their fingers that it isn’t a mistake or bad trip. Watching over them as the clock ticks by.

Whumpee who is grateful for the reprieve but at the same time, every positive emotions makes their nerves run cold. The opposite of molten lava.

Whumpee who’s so confused, scaring caretaker at first with their sobbing, not having experienced many positive emotions since leaving whumper.

Whumpee mumbling into caretaker’s shoulder, not meaning to spill what happened to them during the time they spent with whumper.

Caretaker trying their damn hardest to decipher what whumpee is saying as they hardly ever talk about whumper willingly. The one time they tried to coax into such an act, it caused whumpee to go nonverbal for half a month.

Caretaker who’s heart breaks, not knowing whether to be thankful for the high loosening whumpee’s tongue. Thinking of all the ways they could hurt whumper for what they’ve done.

Tw; purposefully triggering someone's allergies

Whumper and whumpee who end up being soulmates, the bond is through taste. As in whatever whumper eats, whumpee will be able to tell what it is a few seconds to minutes later and vice versa. Whumper notices that whumpee avoids certain foods. At first they chalked it up to being a food whumpee's never had. Only figuring it out when something tastes spicy that shouldn't. Almost if they had acquired the allergy through their bond. Whumpee wants to know so badly who is torturing them with shellfish so they can cuss them out. That is if they could even breath, their throat swelling close. Having to waste multiple epipens because whumper won't stop eating. Almost as if it had become their favorite food to whumpee's dismay.