#inhuman whump

[caracaswhump]

Orbeez Hell

This one could be particularly fun for a gardener or florist whumper and a fairy tiny, since orbeez originally were used for flower arrangements...

A tiny whumpee’s whumper wants to be able to finger-fuck them. However, the whumpee is too small to take even their pinky finger, so the whumper decides to stretch them out. How, though, when whumpee is so delicate? Fucking them with tools, even soft ones, could easily tear them apart inside if they slipped or if things got rough. Stretching them seems like an impossible challenge, until the whumper has an idea. Whumpee is restrained, ass-up and helpless, as the whumper inserts a thin tube into their ass. The first things to pour into them are small, round orbs, each as big as the head of whumpee’s thumb, suspended in a thin, slick lube. The beads are being inserted using a medicine syringe through a tube, allowing them to be poured deep into the whumpee’s guts. Whumpee is very, very uncomfortable during this process, of course, but it’s not <i>painful,</i> yet. It doesn’t even hurt that much more than usual when whumper massages their now-swollen stomach, forcing the beads deeper and deeper into their guts. They can feel them, shifting and filling them, but it’s just an awful, invasive fullness as their master removes the syringe from the tube… … and attaches a different one, this time full of water.

It’s poured in slowly, which is a rare mercy. Usually, they’re given hard, fast enemas, if they’ve had them before, designed to make them cramp and cry as the cold water floods them. This one - maybe it’s still cold, but the lube helps, a little, and it’s just a steady, constant trickly.

Whumpee is <i>bewildered.</I>

At least, they are for - a long while. The pressure builds slowly - the awful, growing certainty that their whumper intends to <i>bloat them</I> with this enema. Their whumper laughs at their quiet, scared noises, and tells them to be patient, and maybe presses cruelly on their belly a little as they thrash and wail.

And then they start to feel things <i>shift.</i>

It’s - a while, before they realize it’s the little beads. They’re trembling all over as their body strains, belly stretching awfully, but they didn’t know that the beads would <i>soak up</I> the water inside them.

It’s not until they’re at their limit, face pale with agony, body stretched and round and hurting, that their whumper pauses the water. Then, after a few minutes, tugs the tube free of them - only no water spills out…

The beads, obviously, have soaked up everything. The whumpee is left shaking and crying and <i>full</i> as the whumper picks them up, rubbing their stomach so he can feel the balls shift inside them, teasing them and telling them how good they’ve been. What a perfect little toy…

It’s only as he presses down a little harder that whumpee realizes the <i>point</I> of all this. Because, as bloated and hurting as they are, there’s only one way for the orbeez to come out, isn’t there?

Through a tight, cute little asshole that has never taken anything half as big…

It’s several cruel, tortuous days of suffering before the last bead squeezes out, and whumper can finally work his pinky into his newly stretched toy and feel them clench uselessly around him at last.

(Maybe, if the whumper is feeling really cruel, they wait until only five or six beads are left and administer another enema. This time, the whumpee feels <i>all</i> of it as it pours into deep places it never could have reached before… they only realize the true intended cruelty when the time comes to push out the next bead, and it’s almost twice as large as before.)

[blackrosesandwhump]

Starting a thing for those who like non-human whumpees:

Reblog with your favorite non-human whumpee trope!

[whump-a-la-mode]

I was lucky enough to be able to commission some art of Artemis, and the main character Fera, from my friend @corbytheking​! Want to read Artemis? Start here!

Individual images below the cut

[gritpyre]

merry late yurimas

[themonstrousmenagerie]

I was asked to tell more about our adorable kitten, and I’m happy to oblidge. He was sent to us after his owner’s passing

Not dead, just before a massive exam

Tag list: @whumpsday @firapolemos05 @sodascribbles @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @halfwizardprincess

[skyler10fic]

Lightning Strikes Twice: Ch. 13

Summary: Time to gear up and put the new plan in motion as Saber launches its first mission, but Skye running into Pierce and Yon-Rogg wasn't what they anticipated!

Notes: Next to last chapter, so it's a longer one!

Read on Ao3

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Using Carol’s recovered escape pod, the Shield scientists had secretly been working on the final missing pieces to develop Saber, the space division of Shield. Technically, Saber was more akin to NASA, focused on research, rather than military aims. Its older sister, Sword, had been requisitioned by the Special Forces of the U.S. military and joint operations with other Shield-affiliated nations. While Sword sent armed satellites up to monitor and protect the earth from extraterrestrial and foreign aerospace threats, funded by Pentagon dollars and international equivalent budgets, Saber stayed a dream within Shield until now.

“Ironic,” Carol quipped, hearing this explanation. “It’s supposed to be for research instead of action, and its first mission is tactical?”

“Convenient,” Natasha corrected. “We need space tech we have complete control over. Pierce is heavily involved with Sword.”

“Of course he is.” Melinda rolled her eyes at how predictable the man could be. “Skye—”

“Already on it.” Skye opened her laptop and set it on her crisscrossed legs. As she worked on preparing distractions to divert the attention of the Sword satellites, the Marias took turns explaining the spaceship to Carol, Melinda, Natasha, and Phil.

Jemma and Fitz arrived again, with first aid and survival kits in case anything went wrong and they couldn’t get home for a few days. Skye looked up at the couple’s earnest, cheery faces as they held the bags out like they were delivering the day’s lunch order.

“Wait, sorry, is that typical with space travel?” Skye eyed the bags skeptically. “We might just be stuck out there?”

Jemma sighed and set her bag down at Skye’s side. “The ship is untested. Maiden voyage, remember? But historically in the industry, yes, it’s something to be aware of and prepared for. Like so.” Jemma gestured to the bag again, expecting a little more gratitude than the anxiety she was met with.

“Thank you,” Melinda said genuinely. “Preparation is what we’re here for. We don’t know what we’ll be dealing with out there.”

They ended the hour with a revised plan: Carol and Natasha would play along with Yon-Rogg and Pierce. Maria Rambeau, Melinda, and Skye would follow, flying the Saber spaceship to the Kree base to take out as many guards as they could to clear the way for Carol and Natasha to sneak away and rejoin them on the Saber ship before anyone noticed.

“In a perfect world, at least.” Maria Hill shrugged. “In reality, we know you’re going to need Kree-level icers, and Fitz has helped us add cloaking to the ship that will work in space.”

Fitz let out an “ah!” as if that was his cue. He opened a case on the conference room table and distributed the upgraded handguns to Maria Rambeau, Melinda, Natasha, and Skye.

“Given what we know about Kree skin, normal bullets are useless, as are our current icers. These work the same as standard issue but the toxins are powerful enough to be absorbed into Kree bodies. That said, if you accidentally hit a human, they will be out for days, not hours. So be careful with these.”

Skye opened her mouth, but before she could protest that she didn’t need one, Melinda chimed in. “Yes. Because from what Carol’s said about the inhumans there, it’s safer if the Kree think you’re just a normal human. No powers unless you have to.”

“Good point.” Skye accepted the gun and returned to her laptop. She already had a job besides enhanced agent. She was the only one who could make this plan work so they could even get out of the Earth’s atmosphere undetected.

Carol knew Skye and Melinda could grate on each other’s nerves, but it made her heart twinge to see a mother-daughter pair so close that they knew exactly what the other would say. They were so similar, from little mannerisms to their stubbornness and courage. Inherent in their banter was the unspoken understanding that Melinda was Skye’s idol, and Skye was Melinda’s pride and joy.

“Carol.” Maria Hill brought her back from her thoughts about the family she loved already and the family bonds she’d never had. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“More than, ma’am.” Carol raised her chin in confidence. “I’ve escaped from that base before. And this time, it’s even planned in advance.”

She winked at Skye’s nervous expression to reassure her.

“I’ll be there the whole time,” Natasha promised, seeing through Carol’s bravado as few could. “I’ll have to play my part until I get the signal from Rambeau though, so sorry in advance.”

Maria Rambeau chuckled, “We’ll make it as quick as possible, I promise.”

Melinda nodded. “In and out, just to damage as much of their systems as we can and keep them from coming back.”

All eyes turned to Skye who smiled devilishly from behind her laptop. “I’ve got a virus made especially for their nav systems, built using the code from the pod. They won’t even know how to get back here if they wanted to.”

Fitz tossed her a USB drive with a dongle adapter made especially for the ports on the pod, which Carol said were their universal connectors and would work anywhere in the Kree systems. Hardware wasn’t the problem; access to the system once it was plugged in was a complication only a coding magician like Skye could handle.

Natasha noticed the hour was up and stood. “We need to get back to the training center, and then Carol and I will take the elevator up to Pierce’s office. Phil, comms?”

Everyone gathered by the door for Phil to hand out the clear micro communicators that would fit so invisibly and deeply in their ears that no one would notice. “I’ll be with Hill, quarterbacking from our hidden command center. I want regular updates when you can, and I’ll be monitoring the ship the entire time.”

He paused at Skye and Melinda. “You’ve got this.”

Skye put in her comms and hugged him tight while Melinda put hers in. Melinda and Phil kissed, and Carol considered whether she could sneak in a goodbye kiss to Skye. It was too late though; her opportunity was lost as Natasha rushed her out the door. Carol looked back at Skye one final time, and Skye sent her a tentative go-get-em smile meant to reassure her.

Hurrying along the hallways of Shield with Natasha, Carol reminded herself to trust their team. With any luck, they’d be reunited in no time.

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Skye held it together until she got to the roof, metal stairs trembling under her. She let the door slam shut behind her and shouted into the cloudy sky. She balled up her fear in tense fists and yelled again as she released the pressure with arms outstretched. To anyone watching, it might have looked like her voice had the power to split the clouds, but it was the power channeled through her hands. Just like Dr. Garner had taught her when the storm inside her grew too strong. She came up here where she couldn’t hurt anyone or anything. She could even jump from and land on the helipad without destroying the roof. But it had the obvious advantage of being out of sight as well. Here, she could let it out without scaring anyone, literally parting the grey hanging over her to see the light again. She panted in exertion and gathered herself. A plastic bag floated over the roof and Skye used the remainder of her fear and anger at the situation to blast it into oblivion.

A slow clap startled her, and she turned to see a ship being decloaked.

She outstretched a hand in warning and demanded, “Who are you?”

But she knew as soon as she asked.

The man smirked. “You can call me master or sir. After all, you’re the inhuman girl lost all those years ago, aren’t you? Well, Daisy Johnson, all grown up. I’m here to take you home.”

“I’m not who you think,” she lied. Before she could even fire a warning quake in his direction, he raised his fist in her direction and a painful jolt shot through her. Inhibitor wires surrounded her with a power so strong, she struggled to remain alert.

As she slumped to the ground, Pierce emerged on the rooftop with Natasha and Carol.

“No!” Carol shouted. “You’ve got me. Don’t hurt her.”

Pierce ran to Skye with a concern that surprised Natasha and Carol, though they could only exchange worried glances. He ensured she was alive and pulled her to her feet, but Skye could still barely think or keep her eyes open through the pain.

“You FOOL!” Pierce scolded and grabbed Yon-Rogg by the neck, shoving him against the Kree ship. “That’s the daughter of some very powerful people around here, and the prodigy of the director himself!”

Yon-Rogg remained unbothered despite being trapped in Pierce’s grasp. He patted Pierce’s arm patronizingly. “There, there, brother. I was only recovering our stolen property. Are you to tell me that you knew the inhuman girl was here and you weren’t planning on bringing her along? Or did she escape your notice right under your nose this whole time? The Supreme Intelligence will want to know.”

Pierce grunted but relented and let Yon-Rogg go. He adjusted his tie and commanded, “In.”

“C’mon!” Natasha said harshly, playing her role. She pushed Carol forward and then grabbed Skye by the shoulders to shove her up the ramp to the ship.

Yon-Rogg took over Skye-steering duties and threw her into a cage in the cargo section at the back. He commanded to Natasha as he passed back toward the cockpit, “Stay here and watch her.”

Carol tried to stay too, but Yon-Rogg grabbed her by the bicep and pulled her to the front. When he turned to face her, she wanted to spit with anger. Right on his smug, cocky, fucking—

“You know, I never understood why you asked so many questions,” he said, a tone of empathy now coating his sneer. “Poor girl, needed to get a taste of the Terran base desires, is that it? Sample a little of the hometown fare, hm?”

Carol stole a glance toward the back of the ship to check on Skye, but he grabbed Carol’s chin and held her attention on him. “You could have been so much more. And you will be. I haven’t given up on you, Captain. And I’m sorry.”

He dropped his hold on her as they took off, hovering off the roof of the Shield building. They sat down on opposing jump seats and strapped in, trapped in this together now.

“Sorry? For what? Stealing me from my home, my family? Kidnapping me again now!? Raising me to think I was doing noble heroic things, but all the time you were filling my head with LIES!” Carol lashed out as the ship launched, jerking them against the multipoint seatbelts.

Yon-Rogg laughed, “Carol, be serious, this Shield has been the one lying to you. Your true home is with us. Who taught you to use your powers, to reach your potential far beyond these humble origins? Who was there for you every day and night, teaching you to fight with honor?”

Carol shook her head and gritted her teeth. “You know nothing about honor.”

Their silent stares, waiting for the other to break, ended in a stalemate as Pierce summoned Yon-Rogg to the cockpit. He patted her on the head as he passed, and she tried to trip him with her boot. He then turned on a dime and shot her with the same inhibitor wires he’d wrapped Skye in. He sighed. “I didn’t want to have to do this, but you’ve made it necessary.”

He opened a pouch at his side to retrieve handcuffs. He clicked them on Carol’s now-immobile wrists and flicked a switch. “There. You could have come back and pled your case by my side. You were young, naive, bewitched by that which you did not know. You could have repented and begged for mercy. But I see you’ve made your choice.”

He retracted the wires with the press of a button on his gauntlets. She didn’t need them anymore. The handcuffs were enough to rob her of her powers and even some of her natural strength. Satisfied, Yon-Rogg joined Pierce in the cockpit, leaving the women alone in the back. Carol scrambled to check on Skye, who was still slipping in and our of consciousness on the floor of the cage.

They reached the hyperspace jump point, and the high-pitched noise from the ship was enough to mask their voices.

“Romanov!” Maria Hill called through the comms. “What the hell happened up there?”

“We have Skye,” Natasha said. “She’s in some sort of net that is keeping her sedated. That’s the best way I have to describe it.”

“Inhibitor,” Carol mumbled, settling into a jumpseat across from Natasha. “Turns off our powers, but it drains our energy too.”

Skye stirred but whimpered when she moved.

“It’s hurting her,” Natasha said. “But I don’t have a way to turn it off and they locked her up where I can’t remove it.”

“It’s like,” Carol slurred, “tiny pricks of pins? Needles, not too bad, but no fun.”

Natasha softened her gaze at Carol. “Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll keep watch.”

“Mmmkay.” Carol nodded. Without the wires on her, the only thing she had to fight was the inhibiting power of the handcuffs, so a nap would help her regain her strength. She was going to need it if they were walking into a battle with an entire base of Kree warriors.

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Skye startled awake in a cold, sterile white prison cell. Outside the window, she saw only stars in every direction.

“Good morning, princess,” a smooth voice greeted her in amusement. It belonged to her cellmate, a ruggedly handsome blond with scruffy facial hair and captivating, kind eyes, the type that made Skye want to trust him.

“Where are we?” Skye rasped out. She looked out the window again, but no planets provided a point of orientation.

“Thought that’d be obvious,” the young man chuckled. “Prison. I’m Dr. Lincoln Campbell, by the way. But you can call me Lincoln.”

Skye stuck out a hand, unsure if handshakes were something they did here. He looked at it carefully but didn’t reciprocate. “I’m Skye. I was kidnapped by a guy named Alexander Pierce. Know him?”

Lincoln furrowed his brow and sat on his bed, attached to the plain white wall. “That doesn’t sound like a Kree name. And he’s not inhuman, or any of the other species I’ve seen around here.”

Skye sighed. “Right. Yon-Rogg was the other guy?”

Lincoln was intrigued now. “Yeah, Starforce commander. Wait, how did you know him?”

Skye decided he was trustworthy enough, and besides, she didn’t have anything to lose at this point. “I don’t. He came to my planet and tried to take my girlfriend. When he saw me too, he decided two for the price of one.”

Lincoln put the pieces together. “But you’re in here and she isn’t. You’re in here… in the inhuman holding area for rehabilitation. You’re inhuman.”

Skye hesitated but nodded. “I’d prove it to you, but they seem to have drained my powers on the flight in.”

Lincoln pointed up to the metal plates next to the lights. “These work as broad inhibitors. Without our powers or energy, we can’t make trouble. So, really, what’d you do? Destroy something with your powers in public? Pick a fight with a Starforce guard? Had to be something big for this level of detainment.”

Skye paced the cell, looking for weak points or exposed electronics she could exploit to her advantage. “Not really anything I did so much as who I am.”

“Because of your girlfriend, who is still being questioned?” Lincoln guessed.

“Her name’s Carol, and no. Well, sort of. I got caught because they were looking to bring her back here.”

Lincoln stood and approached, forcing Skye to stop pacing. The hope in his eyes surprised her. “Carol Danvers?”

“Yeah, how? She said she didn’t know many inhumans.”

Lincoln smiled. “She made it home to C-53, then? She’s why I’m in here, you know.”

“Wait, you’re the inhuman doctor that helped her? Dr. Campbell?”

Lincoln winked and laid down on the bed, tossing up a ball of wrapped bandage fabric like a human man might play idly with a baseball. “And now I’m the inhuman prison doctor. No good deed goes unpunished here.”

Skye wanted to say thank you, to express how much his help had changed her life and saved Carol’s, but the words died in her throat. He was in prison—no, “inhuman holding and rehabilitation,” which sounded like a fancy word for torture. And now, at least from his perspective and potentially truly if things didn’t go according to plan, his sacrifice was for nothing. Carol was facing judgment somewhere else on this ship.

A ringing and then static filled Skye’s ear. “Ow!”

“Skye,” Melinda came in over the comm, “can you hear me?”

“Mom? I hear you,” Skye said. Lincoln caught his bandage ball and glanced over at her. She pointed to her ear.

“You’re alive. Are you okay?” Melinda exhaled in relief, possibly the first deep breath she’d taken in hours.

“Yeah, I’m in inhuman prison, which isn’t great, but my cellmate is the doctor who helped Carol escape.”

Lincoln pressed a finger to his lips in the universal sign for shhh.

Melinda asked what floor of the space base, or any identifying markers that would help them find her, but a guard walked by so Skye couldn’t answer.

The guard pressed a button at the end of the hall that beeped. “Reporting floor 47 clear. Requesting access to door 32.”

When the door shut automatically behind the guard, Skye repeated these numbers to the team listening on comms.

“Let’s hope that’s a sign luck’s with us tonight,” Maria Rambeau quipped. “Wait, without Skye to do her coding thing to make the docking bay doors open, how are we going to get in?”

There was some background noise as they consulted with those in the common center back on Earth, and then Melinda, with a smile in her voice, repeated, “Sniper style. I can handle that.”

“Please be careful!” Skye begged. The transmission cut out, and Skye met Lincoln’s waiting gaze.

Skye shrugged. “Okay so the whole thing wasn’t an accident. Me getting caught was defiinitely not in the plan and is going to make this harder. But if you can help me get out of here, I can get you and as many inhumans as we can to safety on Earth, uh, I mean C-53. I’m an agent with an organization called Shield. Keeping people safe from alien threats is our main thing.”

Lincoln raised an eyebrow. “Alien threats? Like you and me? Do they know what you are?”

“Yeah,” Skye defended. “And the people who don’t, it’s more because I’m beyond their clearance level. We have a whole team of people like us, the enhanced division.”

Lincoln laid back on the bed and began tossing his stupid ball again. “And if you weren’t using your powers for your job, but just because you wanted to, would people in public freak out about that?”

Skye approached his bed and caught the ball. “Hey! I’m offering to get you out of this place. From what I’ve heard, it’s not great for people like us here either. Maybe we can’t go around with alien pride flags or something, but you’d be free to make your own choices, not anyone’s weapon or toy or clown or whatever.”

Lincoln sighed and sat up. “You’re right. Sorry. I’ve just heard stories. Inhumans like you from colonies who get sold or traded or win a fight and then end up back here with a reality check for the rest of us. Here, at least no one’s surprised when I use my hands to restart someone’s heart.”

“Electrical powers,” Skye recalled. “You can turn off the lights.”

“Yeah, I was really hoping the saving lives part of that sentence would be the impressive one.”

Skye considered him for a minute. “You haven’t asked what mine are.”

“It’s considered rude, in our culture.”

“Oh.” She tossed back his ball. “Well, I can use the vibrations that objects give off to manipulate them.”

“Huh.” Lincoln turned the ball in his hands. “Every inhuman power fills a void, where there’s a need in our kind. Of course, I’m guessing the inhuman population on C-53 is still pretty small. From what I know, there’s only a hundred or so families who have ever made it there.”

Skye blinked at him. “There are other inhumans on Earth? I’m not the only one?”

He watched Skye carefully. “Yeah… Did your parents tell you much about us when you went through terrigenesis?”

The secure door at the end of the hallway beeped again and the guard appeared. The cell across from them opened, and a muscular young man was pushed in. On Earth, he would have been assumed to play football, but here, Skye guessed his powers had something to do with feats of strength unthinkable for the average human man.

“Joey!” Lincoln called out when the automatic door had shut again, leaving them alone. “You alright, man?”

“Hey, yeah, they just needed me for some metal bending upstairs. On purpose this time, and no one got hurt.” His laugh was self-deprecating and sheepish, and Skye assumed that’s what he was in prison for. “Who’s this?”

“Hi,” Skye stepped up to the cell door. “I’m Skye. New arrival from C-53. Terran, or well, inhuman, but raised just as a normal human. I was just about to tell Lincoln here that I’m adopted. I never learned inhuman culture, and frankly, you two are the first other inhumans I’ve ever met. At least as far back as I can remember. From what I know, I was born here, but when I was really little, I ended up on Earth, sorry, C-53, and got adopted by the people who found me. I actually didn’t know I was inhuman or get my powers—terrigenesis?—until pretty recently. Anyway, how about you guys?”

“You’re…” Joey stared at her and paled like she was a ghost. “You’re her. The kid who got away.”

Lincoln shook his head. “Hey, no, man, she doesn’t need all that. I’m sure Skye’s had a long day…”

Skye remembered, right before she fell, Yon-Rogg had called her something else. “You knew about her? Daisy Johnson, is that right?”

She turned to Lincoln, who was avoiding meeting her eyes. “Carol said my parents were killed. That you would have heard about me, in stories and warnings? Even if you were just kids too, you’d have known about them. Please, all I know is how they died because they tried to save me.”

Joey sighed in sympathy. “I’m so sorry. That’s all we were told too. After you disappeared, things got worse for a while, but now it’s just normal for us. It’s not your fault. My parents were killed too. I try to honor their memory every day. That’s how we survive here.”

“I’m sorry.” Skye pressed a hand to the bars. “Joey, we’re going to get out of here, and I want you to come too.”

Joey’s eyes widened. “You can’t talk like that! If they hear you—”

“You’ll see.” Skye said simply.

Lincoln shook his head at her delusion and went back to tossing his bandage ball. The guard passed by again and called lights out, and they settled into their beds, Skye on her side with her hand over her ear so she wouldn’t miss even a whisper of an incoming transmission.

[ofthebeasts]

The fallen angel part one

"Well, prized guests! It seems the overwhelming majority wants to see my dear celestial, Areli!"

Amarathine steps out of the venue for a minute. The clack clack clack of the wood of his boots on the floor resounds as the the crowd observes in expectant silence.

As he returns, the light shines on his face in a manner that makes visible two long scars. One horizontal, beneath his eyes and across his nose, and one transversal, through his left eye and the right corner of his lip.

Behind him, threads a celestial— but not quite. It's wings, though still angel-like, of white feathers and holy light, have a demonoid stucture, and are sharp at the edges. It wears a white leather collar, stitched with red thread, and half-loops made of silver at the edges, that dig into its neck.

Its long hair is pitch black, dark like an abyss, like something to get lost on. It's incredibly long, reaching the angel's knees, tied simply on the middle with an equally dark red bow.

"I ask you now, my dear patrons," Amaranthine places his hand on the back of Areli's neck, in a gesture that is almost possessive, "Have you ever seen a celestial in an in-bettween state?"

"My dear angel," His voice, in those three words, drops low, almost to a whisper, an affectionate, intimate tone, "I found it while threading through the tundra I hail from, in a terrible state. I don't usually deal with celestials or demonoids, but what kind of person would I be to leave such a dear lonely and hurt?"

The angel slowly inches closer to Amaranthine, seeking the warmth of its master, but when it begins to wrap its wings around him, Amaranthine makes a distasteful little sound, and Areli drops to its knees by his side.

"Angels, I've found, are insurmountably defiant; they're loyal to their creator, and they just won't break— in my youth, I used to dream of an army of celestials at my mercy, a beautiful collection of holy beings, but I gave up on it as soon as I attemped to train one."

Areli's head hangs low, and it's hands clutch at the fabric of its trousers, as its wings begin to close around itself. However, Amaranthine pinches the edge of the wing closest to him, and they spring open right away, revealing themselves in all their deformed glory— they are long, and covered in not quite white feathers, but have the triangular shape characteristic to demons.

The feathers don't entirely cover the bottom, and beneath them, the membrane typical to demons. It's incredibly ragged, as if a strong wisp of wind would be enough to tear it apart. When Amaranthine sets his right hand on its left wing, Areli can't quite keep back a little whimper of pain.

"And demonoids, well, to put it simply, do whatever they want. I've never even attemped to deal with one, but from hunters and collectors that did, I've gathered that they must be broken nearly to unresponsiveness to make anything out of. I'd rather not walk such a fine line bettween compliance and ruin."

Areli remains still, allowing Amaranthine to touch his achy wings, caress the feathers, let his hand dive beneath them to the sensitive membrane and bone.

"But fallen angels— fallen angels, they've been rejected and abandoned by their creator. They are desperate for purpose, for guidance. The threshold to find a fallen angel is typically around two hours, never more than a day, and they usually fall into empty places— such as the tundra I found this dear in."

Areli shivers as Amaranthine tells its story. It tries to move its wing, gently, slightly, tries to signal to him that the light touch hurts, but that earns it a stab of his nails beneath its feathers. Okay, then— Areli would be patient.

"I was clueless as to what to do, as I had never come across a fallen. I found, after taking it back to my home here, that it stayed in this in-bettween state, taking me as its new master. Fallen tend to go on to become demonoids, but, and keep in mind that I could be wrong as this experience is novelty, if they find a new master in the overworld they will remain there, as something in-bettween, something singular."

"But alas! I digress." Amaranthine spreads his arms, spins once, and bows. "Without further ado, let the show begin!"

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[montammil]

Just was doing research on chronic wasting disease (zombie deer disease), and um,,, what about inhuman Whumpee with CWD? or something inspired by it?? Just think about it.

Not understanding their surroundings

Getting thirsty often, retrieving a glass of water, and then just staring at it confusedly-- needing help from Caretaker

Drooling/foaming from the mouth

Losing lots of weight, ribs showing

Looking disheveled all the time

Caretaker’s horror and franticness to find some kind of cure when they hear it’s 100% fatal, refusing to lose Whumpee to this

Walking in circles

Stumbling and bumping into almost everything from lack of coordination

Having their head lowered all the time with no expression

Barely saying anything, and when they do, it’s either quiet, slurred, incoherent, or all three

Human Caretaker not having to worry about Whumpee giving it to them, but what if Caretaker is also inhuman, and the same species as Whumpee??

What if inhuman Whumper managed to get it, and gave it to Whumpee before they died? Like saying, “If I’m dying to this, you’re coming with me”

OR Whumpee was many of the inhuman whumpees Whumper had in their home, and one of the other whumpees got it and passed it to them? And then Whumper threw Whumpee out since they’d die soon anyway, and that’s how Caretaker found them?

[shshshquietnow]

Whumpers that get their energy from fear. Feed on it, need it for a spell or machine. Whatever it is they don't care about hurting or killing whumpee, no no no that's a waste of resources. Whumpee is perfectly terrified and it's delicious! So whumpee doesn't need to know this monster isn't planning on eating them or this scientist hooking them up to a machine isn't gonna cut them open or this mage isn't going to absorb their soul or whatever. Whumper just wants them to sit there, be fun to toy with, and be scared out of their MIND.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 34

Jaskier is a succubus/incubus (Cause some sources say it's based on the entity's gender, and some say the name is based on the gender of the people they have sex with, so if he's a succubus or if he's an incubus is up to you, darling <3) Jaskier hasn't told Geralt of this, of course. He'd rather not add another thing to Geralt's seemingly endless list of things he hates about Jaskier. Jaskier jumps from bed to bed in towns, because he physically feeds on the passion of his little midnight trysts he has with lonely unsatisfied women in town. He'd go for men too, but doesn't need more mobs chasing him out of town and annoying Geralt. Geralt finally snaps at him one night, fed up with getting chased out of three fucking towns in a row. And the worst part isn't even the fact they keep getting thrown out. It's when Jaskier comes to him, ruffled, kiss-bruised, and reeking of sex he had with someone else. Jaskier, scared of Geralt leaving him behind, promises that he'll volunteer to have a dry-spell. No more cuckolding husbands for Jaskier, no sirree! However, being a succubus/incubus means that the longer he goes without some passion, the more weak he gets, and he starts to fall ill. Geralt grows increasingly worried. One night at camp, Geralt kisses Jaskier's forehead when Jaskier is asleep and he watches as color visibly returns to Jaskier's face, and Geralt's medallion hums. Geralt is now suspicious Jaskier has been cursed. Jaskier returns to looking peaky by the next morning. That is, until Geralt drags him into a hug on a hunch, and sure enough, Jaskier looks better. The more romantic the gesture, the more it seems to help Jaskier. Jaskier finally confesses what he is, bawling and sure that Geralt will banish him at the least and kill him at the most. Geralt is horrified, and hugs his friend close, promising he'd never do either. (BECAUSE THE MOUNTAIN BREAKUP SHOULD'VE NEVER LEFT THE WRITING ROOM) Geralt offers to have sex, wanting Jaskier to be healthy again, but Jaskier doesn't want the only time he gets to sleep with the love of his life to be when Geralt doesn't even love him back. He says as such, and Geralt stumbles his way through confessing that Jaskier's feelings are requited, and Geralt loves him too.

[seth-whumps]

oh but android whumpees though. rough maintenance, conflicting orders, the difference between feeling and programming. is it grief or did you fail your mission? is it pain or have you malfunctioned? error codes across your vision. system diagnostics on the exact amount of danger you're in. commands and disobedience and ownership and devotion and the thick substance that's not quite blood on synthetic, torn, inhuman skin. robot whumpees.

[blackrosesandwhump]

Immortal Whump Bingo

I made an immortal whump bingo card based on the prompts I posted the other day 😈

Feel free to use!

Thanks to @a-crumb-of-whump and @brutal-nemesis for the inspiration!

[loonybun]

hi thinking of circus whump rn and gonna make it your problem

- one of those classic sword box tricks, but it’s very much real. I think with an immortal whumpee that would be pretty neat.

- sad clown whumpee breaking down mid-performance, sobbing to the audience and letting go of years of anguish… Only to be quickly interrupted with a quick punchline from another clown! The audience, none the wiser, roars with laughter.

- a caged inhuman/supernatural whumpee being awed at as they’re paraded through the tent. get a whole freak show while you’re at it!

- a very poorly trained acrobat whumpee being forced to walk a high tightrope. without a net, obviously.

- a whumper as a ringmaster, showing clear favoritism towards the better performing acts of the night and giving them special privileges like decent food.

- saw this one comment under a song that suggested a faerie circus (as in faeries putting humans in a circus) and it has not and will never leave my brain. the POTENTIAL.

- bleeding out backstage. there’s no medical care in sight. you’d expect a circus to have better health insurance.

- a whumpee or caretaker looking after or finding comfort in the animals in the circus. just trying to provide them with more care than they were given.

- evil clowns! if you like evil clowns, why not use em? clown whumpers clown whumpers clown whumpers…..

if you write anything using these please tag me i will go nuts.

[gritpyre]

oh darling child, you shouldn't have sold what was left of your soul, shouldn't have pawned the space it used to reside in

[themonstrousmenagerie]

Hi hello Whump Community! I’ve created a blog for a set of artworks and interactive story I’ve had in mind for a while now~

Vote your whump story focusing on circus with inhuman creatures. This post is to explore the interest of that kind of story.

You’ll be able to vote or suggest in asks on what happens to a picked creature, your friendly game master Monarch more than happy to help. Hey, if anyone wants, they can adopt them at the end of their arc and continue their story on their designated blog! References includes!

[serickswrites]

Can you write tentacles whump pleaseee

I can write that for you, Anon. I'm going to have to make an assumption that you're wanting an inhuman whumper? (If not, you're gonna have to send another ask).

Please enjoy.

Warnings: captivity, restraints, physical violence, bruises, inhuman whumper

Whumpee struggled uselessly against Whumper's hold. "LET ME GO!" Whumpee screamed as Whumper dragged them further and further into the awaiting dark.

Whumpee had thought they could trust Whumper. Had thought that they were friends with Whumper. Had thought that Whumper was human. But Whumper had just been waiting for Whumpee to drop their guard. Whumpee didn't even realize what was happening as Whumper wrapped a thick, wet tentacle around their chest.

Whumper had laughed as Whumpee screamed and thrashed. "It doesn't matter, Whumpee. I've got you well and good. There's nothing you can do to escape me."

That didn't stop Whumpee from trying. Whumper wrapped their tentacles tighter as they dragged Whumpee behind them. They were monstrous. Whumpee thrashed their body, reaching their arms out to grab onto anything that would slow Whumper down.

"Don't bother," Whumper said as they pulled Whumpee in close. "You can't escape me ever."

"Fuck you," Whumpee hissed as they spat in Whumper's face.

Whumper's eyes darkened. "How dare you!" They squeezed Whumpee so tightly that Whumpee couldn't breathe. They wrapped another tentacle along Whumpee's arms, the suckers sucking painfully strong. "I could end you at any moment."

Whumpee's thrashing got weaker and weaker as Whumper squeezed tighter. They released their grip on Whumpee's arm with a squelching pop. Deep bruises marred Whumpee's skin. "Imagine what that would feel like in more delicate places, Whumpee."

Whumpee stopped trying to struggle. Whumper was going to end them if they weren't careful. They just had to bide their time until the opportune moment. Then they could escape.

"There you go," Whumper said gently as Whumpee relaxed. "Was that so hard?" Whumper relaxed their grip on Whumpee. "You'll learn eventually."