#mind control whump

[whitecoatwhump]

Today's vibe:

When the character who is most afraid of losing control is mind controlled or possessed

[galaxywhump]

Kidnapping via possession or mind control. No witnesses, because bystanders have no idea that they're watching someone being kidnapped in broad daylight - all they see is a person walking, maybe with a slightly absent look on their face, but nothing warranting a double take. Meanwhile, the person being kidnapped can't call for help, can't do anything to defy whatever force is controlling them. They keep walking towards their doom, powerless to stop what's happening.

[manipulative-puppeteer]

Tropes part 1

Mind controlled Whumpee

TW: captive whump, wounds, mentions of torture, mentions of forced self harm, stress positions, hypnosis, helplessness

Losing hours of their time, not being to remember most of their day and unbearable headache not helping

Additionally, bruises, cuts and other wounds appearing on their body without any explanation and without a way to stop them from happening

Trying different things, buying cameras, new locks or even trackers, but they all cut off when the switch happens

Waking up panicked, scared and shaking, not in a place or clothes they went to sleep in

Despite all the precaution, it doesn’t stop

Differently, hypnosis used as a punishment or a reward with a captive Whumpee 

With their freedom gone, the only thing left is their thoughts, they would hate losing it above anything else

They beg to be tortured since the alternative is worse, they rather feel pain than lose their autonomy

Whumper still using the hypnosis on them and when it’s done the Whumpee wakes up from the fog and cries, giving up, since there's nothing of them left anymore

In comparing, using hypnosis as a reward, a panic disappears and the Whumpee’s body relaxes for a first time in a long time, finally their body no longer aches

When they wake up and pain returns it hits harder, and soon they start to beg to be put under again

Another scenario is Whumpee being conscious under hypnosis, them remembering everything and their head clear

Not being able to move when the Whumper tortures them, not even as a reaction to pain

Being forced to hurt themselves, their body not hesitating but their thoughts screaming, trying their hardest to stop themselves but failing, maybe managing to twitch before they body carries out the order

Being forced into stress positions without any bindings, just standing for hours, being bored but not being able to do anything other than think, feeling all the strain on their body but not being able to give up until eventually, after hours it collapses on itself

Then feeling the strain of muscles days after

This post is long as it is, but I also want to mention:

Mind control triggering with a specific words/sentences after the rescue, maybe some commands are still active and make Whumpee relapse

[stagelightwhump]

Whumpee with a mind control collar that only activates for Whumper's voice.

Whumpee learning to associate Whumper's voice with a complete and total loss of control.

Whumpee who feels uncomfortable and stifled, post rescue, if they have to wear anything around their neck.

Whumpee who, upon hearing Whumper's voice in public one day, mentally shuts down, wrenches themself away from Caretaker, and throws themself at Whumper's feet like they'd been trained to.

[geode-crystal]

Possessed/mind controlled/magically puppeteered Whumpee fighting from the inside.

That's it, that's the post.

[lumpywhump]

mind controlled whumpee who can't trust themself. Whumper can hack into whumpee's head whenever. Whumpee, while fighting whumper with their weapon, has to worry about if they're going to turn in their team mates. Maybe they don't know whumpers limitations so they always have to be on high alert. And then the after math. When whumpee wakes up and sees what they have done. It doesn't matter if caretaker says whumper did it. It was still whumpee's body. If they were strong enough, they would be able to break free, right?

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

I think the best mind control for whump is the type that doesn’t hurt. Hell, make it feel good even; a relaxing numbness over a once panicking mind, a warm pride at each fulfilled order. Control that makes you want to obey just as much as it forces you to.

Make the control sweet, tempting. Make them want to obey; don’t just break their will, make it submit to you. It’ll make their absolute horror and disgust at their actions all the sharper once they break free.

It’s easy to know you fought when you have the memory of the pain to remind you. It’s easier to justify defeat at the hands of overwhelming force and pain, the crushing of the will. But how can Whumpee look at the soft seduction of their will, the almost pleasant corruption of their morals, and believe that they truly tried their best to resist it. They remember how it felt. They remember liking it. And that memory makes one glaring question inescapable: were they defeated, or did they give in?

[marvel-ous-whump]

Magical Mind Control that completely shuts down a Whumpee's mind. leaving them a obedient shell when "Activated" by Whumper. and in a deep, magical sleep when "Deactivated." When Caretaker finds them and rescues them, it takes days for Whumpee to come out from under Whumper's magical influence.

Post Rescue timeline: Days 1-4; Whumpee just floats in darkness. It's quiet, heavy and blissful. Day 5: Whumpee becomes distantly aware of a voice talking to them. it's not Whumper, but comforting none the less. Day 8: Whumpee manages to open their eyes a little. but everything is blurry. Someone's holding them, a hand is in their hair, Whumpee doesn't quite know who it is, but they know they trust this person more than anyone else in the world. Day 12: A light goes off in Whumpee's brain like a lighthouse in pea soup fog. Caretaker! It's Caretaker who's with them. they wish they could speak Caretaker's name, but they're just so Sleepy, they don't have the energy.

Day 13: Whumpee comes to breifly when Caretaker's gently spoon-feeding them some soup. giving Caretaker a feeble smile. Day 15: Whumpee finally wakes up clear-headed and lucid to a teary-eyed Caretaker, hoarsely whispering "Hey."

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Whump Drabble - Brainwashed Hero

CW: brainwashing/mind control, needle and drugging, sedation, betrayal, forced medical care

“Relax your muscles, Hero. It’s going to hurt more if you tense up like that.” Super Hero remarked, picking up a syringe.

Hero forced themselves to sit back in the chair, took a deep breath, and let their arms fall limp at their sides, one of which - their left - had a piece of blue rubber tied above the elbow, where Super Hero had just wiped their skin with an alcohol swab.

“Is that better?” Hero’s voice came out softly, choked by the rising anxiety in their stomach.

“Better.” Super Hero smiled reassuringly.

Hero took a breath, and closed their eyes as Super Hero stepped closer to the chair, brandishing the syringe.

“Alright. Deep breaths. That’s it.”

Super Hero’s voice drifted above them.

“Little pinch now.”

Then came the sharp pinch in their arm, just below the rubber tie.

“Deep breath out.”

Hero released the air, shuddering slightly as they felt the freezing liquid from the syringe flood into their veins and start pumping into their system.

“S’cold..” They whispered, clenching their eyes shut tighter.

“I know. But you’re all done now.”

Hero slowly opened their eyes to see the syringe gone, and Super Hero in the process of removing the rubber tie and putting a small band-aid over the site.

“Oh.”

“You did great, Hero. Just relax there for a bit so I can make sure you’re alright, and then you can take the rest of the day off to rest. I’m proud of you, you know.” Super Hero smiled as they squeezed Hero’s shoulder gently. “You did good, kid.”

“T- thanks.” Hero stammered.

“You can thank me when we know it works and keeps any heinous villain from getting in your head.” Super Hero asserted.

They had explained to Hero many times how the chemicals in the serum would ensure that they would be protected against all forms of manipulation, hypnosis or mind control magics or methods, and yet Hero still didn’t quite understand how it worked. But, they figured, if Super Hero thought it’d be helpful, they should trust in their superior and accept the treatment.

“Alright, let’s get you back to your room. I think you should be right..."

Super Hero escorted Hero back to their room in the training compound and helped them onto the bed so that they could rest. Before Super Hero left the room, they turned around and paused in the doorway.

“Oh, and like I said before; we’ll need to do the treatment once a day for the next few weeks so that it can be most effective. But you can’t take the next few weeks off to relax - we need you. So once we’re sure you’re taking it well, you can get back into it.”

“Okay.” Hero whispered.

“Sleep well, Hero.” Super Hero murmured, flicking off the lights.

-------------- *Several weeks later* ---------------

“Come Hero, it’s time for your treatment.” Super Hero said.

Super Hero began escorting Hero down the hall to the room, as they’d done for weeks. Suddenly, a loud blaring could be heard echoing through the compound. The alert. They’d been breached.

“We have to get out. Now.” Super Hero barked, grabbing Hero by the arm.

They both bolted down the hallway. As they ran, they passed guards and other heroes racing in every way, barking out commands and instructions at each other.

“Super Hero, what’s going on?!” Hero yelled.

“No idea!” was the only response.

They raced down the hall, brushing past others in the compound until they reached the elevator. Just as Super Hero was about to hit the button to call the elevator down, the doors slid open by themselves. A large group of people burst through into the hall, and it took a second for Hero to process who was standing in front of them. When they did, their jaw dropped.

It was Super Villain, accompanied by Villain and their goonies. Before Super Hero could tell Hero to run, the villains burst forward, heading straight for the heroes.

"GET HERO!" Super Villain screamed to Villain.

Super Hero let out a blast of fire from their palm, which collided with Villain as they attempted to leap off the wall and drop down onto Super Hero. Villain cried out and crashed into the floor, where they rolled around in a frantic attempt to put out the flames that had begun to engulf them.

"I'll handle Super Villain. You get out!" Super Hero called to Hero.

Super Villain sent a blast of frozen air, which frosted over Super Hero's skin and made them freeze in place.

Villain was able to grab Hero from behind. "Got em! Help me get them out of here."

Hero thrashed against the grasp. "LET ME GO!"

"Hey, it's okay! You're safe now. It's alright." Villain said.

Hero knew this was one of their foul tactics to try to corrupt Hero's mind. Luckily, Super Hero had prepared them for this.

They sent off a blast of red energy from their finger, but Villain ducked. The blast collided with the wall where Villain’s head had been a second prior.

“Hurry, Villain! We’ve got to get them out of here!” Super Villain screamed, sending a blast of blue energy at the guards around them.

Several guards crashed into the ground, frost spreading over their unmoving bodies. Hero, distracted by Villain and Super Villain, didn’t notice as Super Villain’s henchmen swarmed behind Hero until it was too late. The henchmen dragged Hero, now kicking and screaming, into the elevator. Super Villain and Villain shot off several more bolts of energy as they backed up into the elevator and the doors slid shut.

Hero backed against the wall of the elevator. They knew they were cornered, but they couldn’t give up.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” Villain said, bending down to Hero.

“No! Get AWAY!” Hero sent out a massive blast, which collided straight with Villain’s chest and sent them crashing into the opposite wall of the elevator, which they slid down and fell to the floor.

“VILLAIN!” Super Villain screamed.

They turned to look back at Villain, then to Hero, then back to Villain. In a split-second, Super Villain made their choice. They leapt at Hero and pressed their hand to Hero’s temple. Blue tendrils crept from Super Villain’s hand and into Hero’s head. Hero’s eyes glowed blue, and they crashed to the floor, unconscious.

----

When Hero’s eyes opened, they found themselves in a bed. Their first thought was that maybe they’d had some bizarre nightmare, but they quickly realised that was not the case. They were in a hospital-esque room, with an IV in their arm, a heart-monitor on the chest, and restraints around their arms and legs. Panic rose in their chest as they remembered that they had no clue what happened to Super Hero. They could be dead, and now Hero was alone, imprisoned in the Villain Base. Hero noticed cameras and a two-way mirror in the wall. They were being watched. They’d have to try to contact Super Hero, and fast, before they could be stopped.

Villain and Super Villain stood outside the room, watching closely through the two-way mirror.

“Do you think they’re going to be alright?” Villain asked, their brow furrowing in concern.

“I’m not sure. We can only try our best.” Super Villain replied.

Hero lay in the bed, their chest rising heavily. The heartbeat monitor began to beep faster and faster. Their eyes glowed bright red as they attempted to reach out telepathically to Super Hero. There was only a buzzing sound in their mind. They knew this sound. Their abilities were being repressed.

“We should go, right now. Before they panic.” Super Villain commanded.

The two villains stormed into the room, with two medics from the base in tow.

Hero looked up to the door, fear spreading over their face. “You. Let me go. Right. NOW.” they spat.

“It’s alright. We froze Super Hero, but we didn’t hurt them. They’ll be fine by now.” Super Villain said.

“We won’t hurt you, either.” Villain added.

“You knocked me out, kidnapped me, strapped me to a bed, knocked me unconscious, and took away my powers!” Hero yelled, thrashing against their restraints.

“It’s for your own good!” Villain protested.

“Well, forgive me if I don’t believe you, Villain.” The hatred in Hero’s voice as they said Villain’s name was enough to make Villain flinch.

“Hey. Hero, we are trying to help you. Super Hero has been brainwashing you. I don’t give a damn if you believe us or not. But we can’t help you unless you let us.” Super Villain barked out.

“DON’T YOU DARE!!!” Hero screamed. “Super Hero injected me with a serum, so nothing you try to manipulate me will work!”

“Okay, okay. We’re going to go now, okay. Let you cool off.” Villain soothed. “Come on.” Villain took Super Villain by the arm, and dragged them out of the room.

More medics came rushing into the room, clutching medical supplies. Villain and Super Villain watched on in concern as Hero was pinned to the bed and a syringe injected a sedative into Hero’s veins. The angry rescuee went limp as they went out cold.

“We’ve got to do something about this. Time to call a team meeting.” Super Villain declared.

----

“Hero said something about a.. serum, right?”

Villain, Super Villain, and several henchmen sat around a large table in a briefing room.

“Yeah.. I don’t know what it could be, though. Or how we can possibly begin to reverse the effects.” Villain replied.

“Alright, well, I want you and Medic to look into it. It’s pretty clear here that Super Hero has been manipulating Hero into being under their control using that serum. And we’re going to be unable to change Hero’s mind by talking to them alone.” Super Villain commanded.

“On it. Should we try to get a hold of a sample of the serum?”

“No - not if you need to break back into the Hero Base. We can’t take any chances here, or else Super Hero might be able to extract information from us about Hero, or manipulate you into working for them.”

“Alright.”

---

Villain slumped their head into their hands. “It’s hopeless. We can’t help them, and they don’t want us to.”

“No. Don’t say that.” Medic sighed. They placed their tablet down on the table and reached out to lay their hand on Villain’s shoulder. “We can figure something out.”

“Yeah.. I guess - wait!” Villain bolted upright in their seat, jostling Medic by accident. “Sorry! I just had a thought. Our mole - the one who told us Super Hero was abusing Hero. What if they could send us a sample?”

“It’s a good idea.. But I think it’s too risky. What if they get caught?”

Villain sighed, and slumped down once more.

“Wait. Actually, the solution was right in front of us the whole time!” Medic exclaimed. “We need to get a sample of Hero’s blood and run it through a new device I’ve been working on. It should synthesise an antidote that can reverse the effects of the serum. And we should find the footage from the hero base where Superhero was talking about what they did to Hero. And anything new we can get from the hidden cams. That could help them understand what Superhero has done to them.”

“We just have to get a sample of Hero’s blood in the first place. And they hardly let anyone near them, I doubt we’re going to have much luck drawing their blood.” Villain sighed.

“We can’t sedate them. We need their bloodstream clear aside from the drug. We’ll have to try to wait until they’re asleep.” Medic asserted.

----

Medic and Villain quietly approached Hero’s room.

Hero was fast asleep. They seemed exhausted. The power-suppressing cuffs were still working, but their straining against them had left Hero’s wrists raw and bleeding.

They’d have to bandage Hero’s wrists up too.

Medic and Villain snuck inside, and began setting up a syringe. Medic gestured to Villain, who gently held Hero steady, ready to tighten their grip as quickly and as tightly as necessary.

Medic positioned the syringe in line with Hero’s vein, and then slid the needle in.

Hero flinched in their sleep, and Medic and Villain locked eyes in panic. But within a moment, Hero’s head had lolled to the side and they had slipped back into seemingly-restful sleep. Villain let out a sigh of relief. Medic finished drawing the blood into a vial, and removed the syringe. They gave a thumbs up to Villain.

After bandaging the wounds on Hero’s wrists, the two were able to return to Medic’s lab. They placed a sample of Hero’s blood into Medic’s new device, and it activated.

“It appears to be some kind of drug that enhances susceptibility to the manipulation that Superhero was putting them through. It sped up the process of making Hero fully under their control. It was all about power, and it still is. Good news is, my device is able to create a neutral serum that will reverse these effects and get them to trust us enough to help them. We only need to give them one dose, unlike Superhero - that way we can continue to undo the brainwashing by talking to them, and earn their real trust. Otherwise we’d be just as bad as Superhero. But we will have to be careful that they don’t try to escape back to them anyway.”

“Alright. How long will it take?” Villain asked.

“Two hours. Go get Super Villain. We start as soon as it’s ready.” Medic asserted.

----

Super Villain, Villain and Medic stood at Hero’s door.

“And.. you’re sure this is actually going to work?” Super Villain asked.

“No. But it’s worth a try.” Villain said.

“They're more likely to trust me if I go in alone. You two wait here.” Medic said.

Medic quietly opened the door to Hero's room. Hero was laying on their side, their back to the door, so they couldn't tell if Hero was awake or asleep.

Villain and Super Villain watched from behind the two-way mirror as Medic began setting up their equipment on a little side table.

“Hey, Hero. It's me, Medic. I'm just going to do a little check up, okay?”

Hero rolled over, their eyes fixed on the ceiling, and didn't say a word.

“Okay. How are you feeling?” Medic asked, as they began to check Hero's heart rate and pupil response.

Hero didn't answer, their jaw set stubbornly.

“Ok, that's fine. I'm going to rebandage your wrists now, alright?” Medic removed the restraints around Hero’s wrists, and gently cleaned the wounds Hero had made from struggling. Hero flinched but didn't pull away, allowing the Medic to then replace the bandages. Medic then turned away to pick up something else, and Hero frowned.

“Aren't you… aren’t you going to cuff me again?” Hero asked in a small voice.

“No, Hero.” Medic said in a gentle voice. They placed a hand tentatively on Hero's shoulder. “We're trying to help you. I promise.”

Medic gently pulled away their hand, then picked up a small syringe. “Hero, I have some medication here I want you to take - just painkillers.”

Hero looked dubiously at the syringe. “I- I don't like needles.”

“Please, Hero. It will really help you. I'm sure you haven't gotten very much rest since you came here. It will help you sleep.” Medic said gently.

Hero took in a deep breath through their nose, then out through their mouth, their eyes flashing red for a moment. Medic, remembering that Villain and Super Villaiin were behind the mirror, ready to pounce, put their open hand behind their back in the ‘wait’ signal.

“Hey, Hero. It's alright. I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm just trying to help you. You can say no, I won't be angry. It's your choice.” Medic soothed, their voice low and calm.

Hero took another deep breath, the red in their eyes dying out as their fear ebbed and faded slightly. “Ok.” They mumbled. “Ok, you can do it. Just.. get it over with.”

Medic smiled gently. “Of course.” They filled the syringe with the serum. “Just going to wipe the area first, love, okay? It might feel a little cold.”

They picked up an alcohol wipe, cleaning the skin around Hero’s shoulder. “Ready? This might pinch a bit, but I promise it won't be sore for long.”

Hero nodded, clenching their eyes shut, and continued to take long deep breaths. Medic placed a gentle hand below Hero's arm to steady their other hand, then gently slid the syringe into the muscle of Hero’s shoulder. Hero hissed through their teeth, but their hands relaxed at their sides as the serum entered their blood stream.

“That's it, Hero. Just relax.” Medic removed the needle and patted Medic's hand. “You did well.”

Hero let a single tear slip down their cheek.

“Hey, hey, you did well. It's over now.” Medic smiled. They stroked a hand through Hero's hair. Hero flinched, then relaxed into the touch.

Medic wrapped an arm around Hero’s shoulder. “You're safe now. Go to sleep.”

Hero nodded softly, and buried their head into Medic. “Safe.” They mumbled.

Medic just smiled, and stayed with Hero until they fell asleep, only a few minutes later.

[abhainnwhump]

Under mind control, Whumpee has no idea what they're doing. Then Whumper sets them free. Whumpee realizes they've done so much damage, they've harmed and killed so many people, they beg to go back under it. At least they won't feel or remember the pain.

[entity56]

We all know about mind controlled Whumpees, but what about mind controlled Caretakers?

Whumpee had just started to fully trust Caretaker, feel safe around them, when Whumper got their hands on them. Now, out of the blue, Caretaker seemingly turns on Whumpee. They use the same insults and tactics and commands as Whumper, and they seem exactly the same as Whumper was. Maybe this is momentary, just to give them a scare, or maybe it lasts long enough to give Whumpee the sensation of going through what they'd just gotten out of again. And when Caretaker finally comes out of it, Whumpee is either gone, or (physically/mentally) severely injured and won't even look them in the eye.

[snakebites-and-ink]

I love brainwashing and mind control and hypnosis and conditioning and stockholm syndrome and manipulation and anything that deeply messes with whumpee's head

[kabie-whump]

♡ Febuwhump 2025 Day 4: Hivemind ♡

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

There’s something wrong. 

There’s a… pressure. Deep in Whumpee’s skull. It’s unbearable, a suffocating cocoon wrapping around their mind, the preasence of something vast and endless.

Whumpee stumbles, clutching their head as the voices slam into them - millions of them droning in unison.

Join us.

“No,” Whumpee grits out through clenched teeth. They stagger backwards, hands clawing at their temples. Their thoughts are slipping like sand. The voice whispering in their head no longer belongs solely to them, and the feeling is sickening.

Are you afraid?

“Yes,” Whumpee chokes out. Their breaths punch out from their lungs, their heart pounding. They drop to their knees as the pressure swells into a vice.

Just let go. We can take the fear away.

“No!” Whumpee clamps their hands over their ears, but it does nothing to stop the voices from worming their way in. They try to think, to focus on something, anything real. Their name. Their home. The memory of the friends’ faces. But the memories begin to blur, to dissolve around the seams. 

White hot agony rips through them. Their body seizes and they let out a choked scream, curling into themselves tightly as if they can make themselves a smaller target. Their thoughts turn to static. 

Submit.

“No, please,” they whimper. “Please, leave me alone!”

The presence inside them grows even sharper, digging deep. Their arms twitch, their hands clenching into tight fists without permission.

“No! Ple-”

Their voice cuts off sharply. Their throat locks up.

Their heartbeat slows. Blissful calm seeps over their body, washing away every little ache.

Welcome home.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

@febuwhump

edit// accidentally hit post on this early oops y'all enjoy

[bedtimescenarios]

Please write more mind control whump your piece on it was so good

Thank you so much!! Here you go, hope you enjoy! Mind control is so messed up but so fun to write :))

Lillies

CW: manhandling (brief), non-con touch (not sexual), intimate Whumper, mind control and all the autonomous restrictions that come with it

A pained yelp escapes Whumpee's throat as they're practically thrown inside the room by the hair. They stumble to the ground, head instantly perking upward, just in time to notice Whumper's sharp grin widen. They're well aware of the fact that Whumper could've simply made them go back, yet, to their exasperation, Whumper sometimes prefers manhandling them instead. Perks of having a choice.

As Whumpee nearly bumps into a foot of the luxurious bed in the middle of the room, Whumper calmly steps forward, the smile slowly fading as they speak.

"Oh, Whumpee, what were you doing just now?" their voice resounds, impossibly melodic. It takes everything in Whumpee not to flinch as they take another step towards them, dark eyes scanning the smaller form as if they were a lamb set for slaughter.

The gate was unlocked. Did they truly expect them not to take the chance? To not run from this harrowing paradise they've been trapped inside of for... how long has it been again? Whumpee knows their mind is fucked now, but they don't feel like making matters worse in the moment. As much as they try to remain coherent in finding an excuse, they stammer under Whumper's gaze. They absolutely hate it, how the thought of Whumper's abilities alone makes them shiver. "I didn't try anything- I swear, I was just-"

"I gave you certain privileges, Whumpee." They interrupt, tone calm and composed. With their eyebrows slightly raised, forming a small crease in the middle, they give the impression of scolding a child. "You're making me regret trusting you with them."

Whumpee has to physically keep themselves from scoffing. Privileges, right. As in basic personal autonomy. Being able to use their own body has recently become a reward instead of a guarantee. If they could just reach out, stuff Whumper's mouth with a gag and wipe that grin off their face-

Whumper raises an eyebrow, seemingly amused. "That's not a very nice thing to say." They pause, seemingly contemplating their words for a second before correcting themselves. "Or think."

Whumpee's eyes shut tightly, and they bite back a snarky remark, attempting to also wipe it from their mind. While Whumper chuckles, they gather their thoughts. "Look- I was just in the garden, tending to the lillies, nothing else."

Whumper tsks, taking a step so sudden that Whumpee can't help but shrink back. A hint of a smile crosses their face at the sight, and they kneel down next to Whumpee. They reach out a hand, and Whumpee half expects all their thoughts to vanish. Surprisingly, they simply run their fingers through their hair, untangling it with an uncanny gentleness. A moment of silence passes, one that feels like ages to Whumpee. As a stray strand of hair is neatly tucked away from their face, and the hand rests lightly on their cheek, Whumpee's instincts overcome them and they speak up.

"I won't try to leave again, I promise. Just don't-"

"Don't what, Whumpee?" Whumper coos, their thumb brushing against Whumpee's freckles. "Don't melt your pretty brain, make all the thoughts in it evaporate? Don't mould you into the Whumpee that nuzzles their head against my neck and smiles whenever I hand them a flower?"

Whumpee's eyes flicker. These blackouts they experience- the stretches where they’re aware one moment but wake up weeks later- have only been described to them by Whumper. The possibility, or rather the probability, that Whumper is telling the truth is gnawing away at them. They absolutely dread it- being mindless again and not even conscious enough to remember, let alone retaliate.

"That's not me, and you know it." They tilt their head, their tone slightly passive aggressive, yet laced with fear. Still, Whumper doesn't seem to mind.

"Oh, but it is. I know it's hard to admit it, Whumpee, especially since you've never witnessed any of it." They pause, eyes studying them closely, and the expression that flashes across their face is one Whumpee can't identify. It makes their hair stand on end.

"Perhaps I should let you."

When Whumper leans back on their knees, picks a flower from the decorated vase on the edge of the table and reaches for their hand, Whumpee flinches back. Whumper's mouth curls upwards into a soft smile, and they gently pull one of Whumpee's clenched hands open, placing their own on top. As Whumpee tries to shift away, their grip tightens.

"You should know by now there's no point in fighting me."

That's the cue for a blackout, Whumpee thinks. Their heart skips a beat as they don't. Instead, the dull room seems to brighten, a caleidoscopic mix of sun rays and soft, hued particles of dust. They surround Whumpee like stars, expanding magnificently until they all gather around the still smiling figure in front of them. Whumper's eyes seem to gleam, and Whumpee notices for the first time just how sage flecks are splattered across their brown irises, how their dark hair glows in tints of red in the sun... No. no, no.

When Whumper hands them the flower, they want to smack their hand away, yet their body takes it. Their mouth curls into a smile, and they thank Whumper, their body leaning forward and arms wrapping around Whumper. They want to scream as they feel the embrace tighten. Let me go, Whumpee thinks. And Whumper hears it, Whumpee's certain, as they see a hint of a grin on their face as they pull back.

"You're welcome, Whumpee."

Whumpee's stomach churns- or is it just their mind wishing it could?- when they're pulled to their feet by the hand and they smile wider at their captor. Let me go, they repeat in their mind, but their body doesn't say it. Their body keeps their fingers intertwined with Whumper's, thumb brushing against their knuckles.

"This is my home. Thank you for making me realize it." Their mouth says, and they wish they'd settled for the blackouts.

"You're such a sweetheart," Whumper murmurs. "Let's continue tending to the lillies together."

[whumpsoda]

vampire whumper puts whumpee in a strightjacket. But they're now so enthralled. That the straight jacket feel like a hug from them. so they fall asleep

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Loved this, dunno if I did it justice but it was definitely enjoyable to imagine!!

Anyways I need sleep

Taglist- @softvampirewhump

cw: hypnosis, restraints

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“Get-! Get offa’ me! Let me go!” Malak thrashed against the restraints, while desperately trying to shake off the vampire’s grip on his limbs. 

Adrastus sighed disappointedly, shaking their head. “You are in no spot to make such demands after the stunt you just pulled.” They made the last of the adjustments to Malak’s newest punishment, a difficult task when he refused to calm himself. “So, so naughty. This is what happens when you try running from Master.”

Malak wrestled with the confines of his straight jacket prison, to no avail. Adrastus looked him over, a saddened expression plastered across their face. “Maybe you’ll finally learn from your mistakes. I can’t believe you would do such a thing.” They stroked a finger down their captive’s cheek, which he quickly rejected.

They sighed. “I’ve treated you so well, and all I’ve gotten in return is malice. All the love I’ve shown you, and this is what I get? Bad boy.” They wagged their finger in front of his face, which only flushed with a mix of anger, anxiety and embarrassment. “I do suppose it’ll all be over soon, though, once you’ve finally succumbed to your fate of being an eager little pet.”

“I’m not- I’m not your fucking pet! Let! Me! Go!” He wailed, still jerking about on the floor. 

Adrastus just laughed, a hint of anger present themself. “How foolish you are,” they pushed to their feet with a grunt. “I’ll leave you here to think about what you’ve done. Bye bye, my dear.”

Malak followed them with darting eyes as they sauntered to the door, before exiting with a condescending grin. “Take this off me! Let-! I need-! Please!” The vampire either didn’t hear him, or simply didn’t care. 

He slumped against the wall behind him with a huff, his sweat tainted hair sticking to the plaster. Malak took in ragged breaths, worn from his short lived escape attempt and countless shrieks.

A concoction of both fear and fury bubbled in his stomach, exiting through several more enraged hollers. “Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” Each repetition scratched at his throat, running it red and raw. 

His vision started blurring with salty moisture as he shouted, his head swaying along. “F- f- fuck, fuck you!” Ignoring better judgement he continued his tirade, disorder scattering his thoughts.

With each following word, his tongue grew heavy, his voice like a slurry weighing it down. “Fuck, um, let… um, let me… um…” In an instant his eyes grew glassy, and his brain confusingly slow. 

With his thoughts so distant, his voice died right in his throat. Why was he yelling again? Good boys weren’t supposed to yell, Master said so.

“Ah-!” Malak jumped as his muscles convulsed, sending the back of his head bashing into the wall behind him. Lurching in pain, his eyes grew wide and alive, his psyche returning in a rush of cognition. With a strung out groan, he breathed a shaky sigh of relief. A stray tear dribbled to his chin.

It was happening more and more often. Moments where he was pulled from reality, his perception twisted and molded by the second, succumbing to countless nights of patient conditioning. Forcing him to think and believe things the vampire wanted him too. As horrified as he was to admit it, Adrastus’ modifications were definitely working in their favor.

And it all happened so fast, his mind buckled so quickly it was difficult to stop. If Malak didn’t escape soon, he’d be like that forever.

Stupid and eager to please, confused with a cotton filled head. Obedient and docile, malleable and… compliant. 

Dutiful… and trained.

Warm and loved and cherished.

He shook and writhed, pounding his restrained limbs upon the hardwood floor. “Get out of my head!” He shrieked, wriggling and flailing.

With each tug and fight on the fabric restraining him, it almost felt as if the jacket was growing tighter. Almost like arms wrapping him in a warm, tender hug. 

A strange sound of guttural fear and anger escaped his lips at the thought, as he began rolling and fighting with less and less spirit. With each thrust of his limbs a silver chain holding his legs rattled and skid across the wood. Gathering all of the strength he had, Malak beat his flesh against the solid flooring, agony searing into his bones.

Again, again, again, until he physically couldn’t anymore. He collapsed in a pile of anguish, choking back livid sobs and fat tears. 

Why him? What had he ever done to deserve being plucked from his home by a blood sucking monster? One so adamant on turning his brain to mush?

The snug embrace that enveloped him was his tired body’s only comfort in the moment, cuddling him genially. Malak nuzzled into it, clawing for the slightest of consolement. 

He allowed the easement to take advantage of him, desperate for any sort of solace. Carefully, his breaths evened and relaxed with the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he swallowed his dismay. His lip quivered ever so slightly, while his eyelids grew heavy.

Would it… be so bad to give in?

The thought snuck in, but this time He didn’t shake it away.

Just this once? Everything hurt, he was so exhausted and weary, and the jacket was almost like a pillowy blanket. Why should he deny himself the cozyness and only make himself feel worse?

Just this once. He could fight back again tomorrow, couldn’t he?

Content with his sound reasoning, Malak allowed his lids to flutter to a close. After such an intense struggle the embrace was so heavenly to give in to, and he couldn’t help but smile, just a bit.

[lumpywhump]

Whumper with telepathy digging through whumpee's mind for info... only to find nothing but whumpee's current hyperfixation.

bonus points if whumper then consumes the media and hyperfixates with whumpee

bonus bonus if whumper was watching the show/movie/video game/book and trying to avoid spoilers and and and... yeahhhhhh whumper isn't happy about the spoilers in whumpee's head.