#monster whumper

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: [Implied] Monster whumpee, captivity.

Whumpees knew, without a doubt, that they could overpower Whumper. They had the physical strength. They just lacked the confidence. Every time they considered it, the horrors in their mind of what could happen sent them fleeing into submission once more, and it saddened them to know that not one person cared enough to look beyond the outer layer of them. Didn't care to understand why it was so hard. All they saw was a coward.

[shshshquietnow]

Hello! I'm Quiet and have been shadowing the whump scene for some time now, so I figure I'd try my hand at it! I'm a big fan of fantasy setting whump but I noticed a SURPRISING lack of it, and I intend to fix that >:) Especially right now as interested as I am in dnd, ha.

"Quiet whispering" will be my tag for original posts methinks. I'll tag all the stuff I like if you want to send writing requests about any of that.

[inkyanimatronic-afterdark]

Hi. Since my whump account is gone this is basically both my after dark blog and my whump blog now.

Anyway, got some swamp monster whumper prompts and imagines below the cut. And no. They definitely aren’t with Monty Gator in mind 👀. Don’t be silly!

Mostly pet whump.

Swamp Monster finding you, his new human pet:

- Imagine being out in the swamps when you step into a bear trap. You’re hurt and alone. Then a friendly voice speaks out to you. Cooing you like a hurt little animal.

Even though he was the reason for the traps.

Originally he set them up to eat you when he didn’t feel like hunting himself. But you were just adorable!! Such a cute little human!

You heard someone get out of the water nearby and your eyes widened when a large alligator beast stepped out of it. He was huge! At least twice your size if not bigger!

He offers to help get it off and take you home to clean your injury. Not realizing that his home was now your forever home. He was never going to let you go. You were his pet now. When he got bored with you, he’ll just eat you.

- OR!! Straight up predator/prey. He hunts you down and laughs at your pathetic attempts to hide from him.

Perhaps he’ll let you loose and hunt you again. It’ll give you some exercise that simple walkies couldn’t do.

When he finally catches you, he wraps his big arms around you to pull you up into his grasp. Carrying you off like a stray puppy to his home. Cooing at you the whole way.

Life with Monster whumper:

- Collar time! Once your injury (if any) are taken care of, he places a nice collar tightly around your neck. Mentioning to get a tag once he decides on a name for you!

- He leashes you when outside the house for walks or to tie you up outside for a while. You were miles away from civilization so no one can hear you scream anyway. Still, that doesn’t stop him from warning you to stop barking. Or he’ll put a bark collar on you instead.

- Trains you and gives you little treats as a reward for doing tricks!

- Maybe he doesn’t speak your language so you have to learn his language. Even just a few words like sit, stay, beg, and go to your cage. He could have those pet buttons set up with other things like treat, food, walkies, and playtime!

- He treats you like a dog and plays fetch with you. Always ruffling your hair and telling you good girl/boy/dog.

- Maybe he has monster friends that come over to see his cute new pet! He tells them how he found you injured and took pity on you instead of just eating you up! “Watch them do the cutest tricks for me!”

Escape attempts:

- You try to escape but can never get away from his sharp hearing and enhanced senses. Of course he has to punish you for it.

- Sometimes he beats you, or he just puts you in your cage. Maybe even ties you outside and has you sleep on the patio.

- He is constantly dehumanizing you and trying to condition you to be his pet.

If I think of more and I’ll reblog the post.

[why-not-ask-me-a-better-question]

A whumper who is also the caretaker. I’m not talking care whumper but like a Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde. The whumper hurts the whumpee and caretaker cleans up the mess. Whumpee begs and begs caretaker to help them. Help them escape. Caretaker can’t because they know what whumper would do when they find out.

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptember 2023, Day 21

“Take me with you”

Failed escape | Stumbling | Too weak to move

The Bee's Whumptember Masterlist

~1080 words

CW: (implied) inhuman whumper, knife to throat, brief passing out, claws, blood, death threat

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Whumpee felt the cool steel of a blade pressing into their throat, not quite enough to draw blood, but more than enough to keep their rigid back pinned to Whumper’s chest as the beast’s other arm snaked under their armpit, clawing into their chest with unbelievably sharp nails and barely restrained strength. Whumpee held their arms out shakily to the sides in a show of surrender, stock still so not to agitate the various sharps threatening their bite.

“Seems we’re at a crossroads, then, doesn’t it Leader?” Whumper drawled, eyes flashing. Scientist cowered behind Leader until only their eyes were visible, trembling, staring straight at Whumpee. 

Leader crinkled their nose at Whumper, putting a hand out protectively to shield Scientist while the other leveled at Whumper, blue sparkles and lightning bolts dancing threateningly across their fingers.

“We aren’t here for Whumpee. We’re here for Scientist.” they said through clenched teeth.

All the air left Whumpee’s lungs. “W-wait, wait… Leader, you’re not… You…”

Whumper tilted the blade of the knife upward, and Whumpee’s chin was forced to follow suit. Whumpee felt Whumper’s own chin tilt up in regard to Leader, snarling, teeth bared.

“You would trade the life of one team member for the intellect of another?”

Whumper’s hold momentarily relaxed on Whumpee, but they were too busy fighting off the throbbing in their ears and sudden encroaching darkness at the edges of their vision to take advantage of it.

“Yes.”

The knife hit the ground with a deafening clatter. A quiet growl sounded from Whumper's throat, primal and all-consuming as it rumbled through Whumpee, straight through their bones and into the core of their being. Their claws bore into the soft flesh of Whumpee’s chest, and Whumpee cried out, arms flying up to clutch at the huge arm now squeezing their sternum so hard their ribs may as well just shatter.

“Leader! Leader please!” they screamed, broken out of the stupor that had previously enchanted them, tears mixing into the blood now streaming down their. “Don’t leave me here! I can’t–”

Whumper’s arm tore out and toppled Whumpee to the ground, somehow landing them on their hands and knees at Whumper’s feet. Whumper grabbed their jaw before they could even hope to recover and forced their gaze into their own.

“If you’re going to beg,” they growled, eyes filled with what could have been actual fire. “Do it right. On your knees. Get me my scientist.”

They shoved Whumpee’s face away and Whumpee swiveled around on their knees to face Leader. Leader just stared at them, eyes as steely as if they were still glaring at Whumper, save the slight wince when Whumpee let out a whine. The sparkling magic at their fingertips had turned a dangerous dark purple, still aimed right at Whumper above them. Why hadn’t Leader just left yet?

They strained to face Whumper again, which earned them a kick in the side that made them double over themself, a new wave of dizziness blanketing their consciousness.

“Beg.”

Whumpee forced their gaze back up to Leader, not even bothering to uncurl from their ball of misery.

“Leader,” they wheezed, shuddering. “Y-you can’t just–”

“You knew the risks when you came on this mission, Whumpee. This was always a possibility.”

“I didn’t know, I didn’t know…” Tears dripped off their chin and soaked the floor under them.

“Whumpee,” Leader commanded, as if their very name would convince them that this was the best and only way. They prompted: “The needs of the many…”

Whumpee knew this. Knew this by heart. “... outweigh the needs of the… the few,” they squeaked. Their arms burned. The cold floor bore into their knees. They wanted to go home.

They sobbed to the floor. “Please… Please do-on't leave me. Fight for me. Take me with you”

No answer.

Whumpee looked up. Their breath hitched. The door swung closed softly. They couldn’t tear their gaze away.

Whumper screamed and grabbed them by the scruff, and Whumpee howled out, hands flying up and around to the back of their neck to claw uselessly at the iron grip. Whumper just grabbed their wrists and slammed them face first into the nearest wall, arms pinned above their head while Whumper’s other hand still squeezed into the back of their neck, pulling at their windpipe slightly as Whumpee hunched their shoulders as high as possible to try to accommodate the amount of skin Whumper held within their grasp. Whumpee finally stopped screeching when Whumper pulled them back and slammed their face into the wall once more. They could swear they saw droplets of blood flying through the air as their eyes bulged and they gasped for breath.

“This is all your fault.” Whumper hissed into their ear. “Make this any more difficult for me and I’ll kill you where you stand.”

Whumpee nodded as much as they could. Whumper’s hand effectively braced their head from moving much more, squeezing on either side so hard they started to feel lightheaded. 

Whumper let go of Whumpee’s wrists and slammed their head down into the ground. A flash of all colors and a metallic taste shooting silver strings through the top of their mouth, leading straight into the adrenaline fuelled black out filled with nothing but lightning bolts of agony shooting through their body. Their ribs screamed out in agony. And their stomach. And their legs. And everything. They tried to scramble back, but their back hit a wall. The basest of primal urges told them to claw out, to fight back, scratch into whatever was hurting them and don’t stop until it’s dead. But a louder voice screamed at them to just curl up into a ball and take it. Fighting back would only get them killed. Or maybe that was Whumper’s rage-fuelled yelling. Whatever. Whumpee stayed half curled in a catatonic stupor on the floor, and Whumper kept up the assault.

Eventually, the beating must have stopped. Whumpee was pulled to their feet by the back of their shirt. They stumbled and fell back to their knees in a daze as Whumper pushed them forward. Another growl. Intense pressure on the sides of their neck again, pulling them up, pushing them forward. Had their hands always been this red?

“You had better pray to whatever gods your kind believe in that you can fix your enormous botch up.” Whumper snarled in their ear, leading them further into their lair. There was only half a chance Whumpee even heard them.

“Or pray to those gods that you keel over before I’m done with you.”

@whumptember

[secretwhumplair]

I had a dream that was not so much whumpy as. Whump aftermath/backstory-y? Idk how much sense this makes but I'll put it here.

Basically there's this council of mages who have been having trouble with an ImmortalTM - a distinct, highly dangerous class of being. They have a list of known immortals but they don't know which one it is so they have a meeting where they go down the list and try to figure out who's the most likely suspect.

One of them is known as the sphinx, and was imprisoned by one of the mages a while ago after a long and whumpy struggle - being such creatures of magic, what an immortal can do to a mage is far beyond anything a regular human could survive. However, this is more of a conceptual prison. The sphinx can cause no harm currently, but what it apparently can do is promptly show up when it is discussed to scare the younger mages and re-traumatize its "plaything".

It's only a matter of time until it escapes its prison - whether it's tomorrow or next century. Immortals can wait, and mages, too, live long lives, especially when fatefully intertwined with an immortal. And when the time comes, it'll come straight for the mage who defeated it.

He felt its presence before he could see it; it was as if the room suddenly darkened, just on a whole different plane than light.

He had long since gotten used to the sphinx; it haunted him far too often, whether it was memory or something more. It was harmless now, he reminded himself.

What surprised him more were the screams rippling through the rest of the court. Some stumbled towards the far wall or exit, or dove behind chairs; some raised their staffs or hands in defense.

"Oh. You're really here."

"Why did you doubt?" the sphinx purred, stepping out in front of him. Its frills nearly brushed the ceiling. "Have you been dreaming of me?"

"You have no access to my mind." His voice came out far too feeble; it sounded like he was trying to convince himself, and he wasn't surprised the sphinx latched on to it.

"How can you be so sure? We've been so intimate." It flopped down in the center of the room, rolled on its back while twisting to look into his face. The movement was the most cat-like thing about it, really. He wondered why they even called it the sphinx. Maybe now that they'd seen it, the others wondered too.

"After all, what could be more intimate than holding someone's beating heart in your hand?"

[whumpbump]

could you maybe do a drabble based on your most recent whumpril post 🥺👉👈

I hope you like it!!!!

Cw: implied death by fire, mentions of blood

Walking through the dark woods, Whumpee shivered as they rubbed their bare arms trying to warm themselves.

Terrified, they repeated to themselves quietly "I'm NOT scared. I'm NOT scared!"

Passing through a particularly dark briar, they continued their mantra until something responded back "you should be."

Feeling the hot breath on their skin of an unexpected host, Whumpee stopped. As hot as the breath was on the back of their arm, Whumpee felt cold.

Whumpee turned to where they heard the voice slowly. They were met with glowing green eyes.

“What?” they squeaked.

The sound of tearing roots sent Whumpee stumbling away as something tore itself up out of the forest floor. As it drew closer, Whumpee saw the glowing green eyes were set in an antlered skull with lichen and bioluminescent toadstools draping to the floor.

“I said: you should be scared!” Growled the creature as claws reached out for Whumpee. Turning to run, Whumpee made it three steps before tripping over a root that they weren’t sure was there before.

Whumpee’s ankle was clawed deeply as they were picked up by it. Meeting again eye to eye, Whumpee fainted at the overwhelming sight of the monster before them.

Whumpee cracked their eyes open to see they were resting in a cage on the straw floor of a woven root lair. Herbs and vegetables were scattered about along with parts of animal carcasses seemingly saved for some further purpose.

Hearing the creature return, Whumpee shrunk into the corner of their tiny crate.

A large clawed hand, tearing into their shoulder, dragged them out. They felt the warm wetness that could only be blood. Unable to walk due to their ankle, they were tripping alongside the monster. They were led to a roaring fire and thrown to the ground. Quickly, their hands and feet were bound and they were slung over a sturdy branch.

“No no PLEASE don’t eat me! I don’t want to die!”

“Then you shouldn’t have been in the woods,” chuckled the creature, lifting the tearful person onto the rack over the fire.

“You will be delicious.”

And with that, a powder was thrown into the fire below causing it to explode upwards.

[isntthisblank]

Whumper puts whumpee into full sensory deprivation before Whumpee ever sees them. Whumper manipulating them into thinking that Whumper actually isn’t human by using odd gloves, boots, costumes whenever they touch Whumpee. Making Whumpee question their grasp on their own reality, making them believe in true monsters that are out to hurt them.

bonus points it it’s written from the POV of whumpee so the reader is never sure wether whumper is human or not either

[shshshquietnow]

alright, here’s three words :D

Glass, Metal, Honey

Teehee :)

Contents: creepy whumper, intimate whumper, monster whumper, human whumpee, fantasy whump, threats of being eaten (don't know if there's a more concise way to out that), non con touching

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Stupid stupid STUPID. Cane was stupid, thats all there was to it. He'd been lost for days in the middle of nowhere in the woods, so shut the first sign of civilization he saw was going to be shifty.

"You shouldn't have entered, little morsel. You're in my house, I can sense wherever you go."

He clutched his silver dagger like a life line. Vampires, werewolves, demons, fey- no, fey were iron. Ghosts if he somehow managed to catch the thing's reflection to trap it. Those were all what silver was good against, this thing was none of those.

It was dark- the middle of the night, clearly when the thing was most powerful, as it hadn't made itself known until the sunset, when Cane had already beet here for a few hours. But it was dark now, Cane couldn't see where he was or remember where he had been...

But the thing... it was fast, it was cunning and tricky and it was very good at making Cane very very scared. It had chased him out to some sort of art room, if Cane remembered right. It was made of shadows, slinking in and out of them to scare the boy as well. Two forms too, right as the darkness came Can had seen a man like figure atop the stairs,but once the sun was completely gone it turned into a great wolf like- with its laughter, HYENA like- moster.

It wanted to eat Cane... he wasn't sure if it meant literally though, he'd heard of some monsters that feed off of terror, or instead of flesh will eat souls.

But no, whatever it will eat... the shadow thing was clearly playing with its food. Cane couldn't tell if he should be glad or not. On one hand it was giving him time to think, to plan his escape... on the other, there was no way Cane stood a CHANCE once it decided it was more hungry than it was bored.

His breath caught as he bumped into something, making a noise. That was bad enough, but a second later something glass- probably some sculpture in this art room- screamed, crashing and shattering. Cane's high nerves caused him to yelp, and all at once Cane felt eyes on him.

Then a hand, pressing onto his stomach, pushing him backwards into... another body. Human feeling, like a large lean man.

Cane couldn't breathe, Cane couldn't BREATHE as he felt a chin rest on his shoulder, the shadow thing hugging him from behind. It hummed, that sort of hum like he'd just eaten a perfectly cooked steak.

"My, you're breathing really fast," the thing chuckled, nuzzling into Cane's neck. "You weren't trying yo get away from me, were you? Your fear is just... inTOXICATING, I must say..."

The thing moved its hand off of Cane's stomach and up to his chest, clawed fingers and palm over his rapidly beating heart.

"Oh yes... that's what I like to feel..." the thing smiled- it must be smiling. It sighed. "I'm going to keep you around a long while, little morsel. I can just TASTE how sweet you'll be..."

All at once Cane was filled with terror- of course he was already scared out of his mind wandering the manor in the dark running from some shadow thing, but this fear wasn't his- it was overwhelming, taking him over, making him freeze up, it had been put into him. It was too much and the hands on him... Cane passed out.

He was vaguely aware- he felt the shadow thing lift him from behind his knees into a bridal carry. "Delicious..."

[bltzgore]

Currently fixating on caretaker who's not all human letting their voice drop as dark and monstrous as they can. They make unflinching eye contact with whumper, and with all the vitriol and burning rage in their body tell whumper, "Don't you fucking touch them."

It is not a warning, not even a command. It is a promise.

[copper-hopkins]

Some more Yandere! Carewhumper prompts because you freaks seemed to like them, from both POVs this time. Whumpee has been taken from their old, even more abusive owner to a new, gentler one:

● "Darling, you know I'll never let you leave right? Even if you're the best behaved pet in the world, you're still my property"

● "Why do you even like me? I'm nothing special. Please, just find someone else and let me go." "Let you go? But you're everything to me, dear. You don't know just how amazing you are, which makes me sad. I'll beat that self-doubt out of you. Just wait."

● Whumper breaks down sobbing. No one has ever cared about them this much, and it's a monster. They want to give in so bad but are scared of getting hurt again by their captor.

● "I know you'll say no, so I'm just going to kiss you anyway. You don't mind if I bite, do you?"

● Whumpee has a sensitive spot on their wrists from an even more cruel previous owner. "P-please just stop! I'll do anything! Anything! I'll even let you hurt me in other ways, just not there." "O-oh, I'm sorry, pet. I'll let you go. Would some cuddles help? I promise I'll be careful grabbing you from now on."

● "Can we just have a normal meal for once? Without you squirming. Why can't you just love me DAMMIT? I'm doing everything i can to make you happy. Please love me back, darling."

● Carewhumper gives more and more treats to whumpee the longer they stay in captivity, and soon enough, whumpee is living a relatively normal life with their carewhumper. It started with their favorite book, then some old headphones and CDs, and finally some of their old clothes. It all starts to make whumpee rely on carewhumper for some normalcy.

[macknus]

Febuwhump Day Fourteen

Prompt: Becoming the Monster

Happy Valentine’s Day guys!!!

Febuwhump Master-post

Whumpee was dragged in by two of Whumper’s dark knights; the soulless demons of men that stood over six-feet tall and were the monsters parents told their children about at night. Inhuman, built by pure muscle and power and spite, like loyal dogs that followed their Master’s commands flawlessly.

Whumpee had fought against them when they came. Thrown himself into the fight, grabbing one of the knight’s giant cleavers and slicing through the only weakness Whumpee knew about in their armour; under the armpit. The black blood from the beast sprayed Whumpee’s face and clothes, choking as the foul stench invaded his senses.

Blinded by the blood, he didn’t see the gauntlet flying for his face until the last second. He dodged but the blow caught his jaw and he went spinning before he fell. He rolled to his stomach groaning as he pushed himself up, but another blow came to the back of his head and he went down. Barely conscious he felt the dark knights grab his arms and drag him to a carriage bathed in black, velvet fabric with a red symbol embroidered into the door.

Whumpee couldn’t even fight as they threw him into the carriage, couldn’t catch himself before he hit the metal grate on the bottom, smacking his temple against it. He groaned again as somebody climbed in behind him and the doors shut behind him.

“Hello Whumpee,” a playful, honeyed voice said above him. Whumpee groaned again. Even in his semi-conscious state, he’d recognise that fucking cultivated voice anyway. The voice of a snake dressed as a dream, a viper in the skin of a man.

“Kaeto?” Whumpee murmured, the world spinning even before the carriage took off on the road.

“Ah, wonderful. The brutes didn’t hit you too hard then. Get up, Whumpee. A man of your breeding shouldn’t be on the ground of a carriage,” he purred.

“I’m fine here, thanks,” Whumpee clipped.

A hand of slim fingers bunched into Whumpee’s shirt and in a flash Whumpee was dragged from the ground and thrown into the plush, crimson seats across from Kaeto. He smiled a vulpine smile, his jaw length white blond hair radiant even in the darkness of the carriage.

“Now. Much better. I can get a look at you,” Kaeto said, his silver eyes searched Whumpee from head to toe. His gaze felt like hands, stroking cold fingers over his body, making sure to dig his nails in when he found something he disapproved of.

“Paint a fucking portrait why don’t you?” Whumpee snarled.

Kaeto’s face remained disgustingly pleasant. He tilted his head to the side as he leaned on his cane, silver cat-like eyes alight with interest.

“You’re thinner since last I saw you, though you don’t seem to have lost your strength. And… your beard,” Kaeto said, his lip curling back with distaste. “Not to worry, a hideous addition that can be swiftly removed. Hmm, maybe a haircut too. And—” Kateo sniffed the air. “Gods, boy, did you sleep with wolves while you were away?”

Whumpee smiled coldly at Kaeto. “Always happy to displease, Kaeto.”

Whumpee glanced at the doors to the carriage, but before he could even form a plan of escape the end of Kaeto’s cane pressed into his chest, pushing him back against the leather. Kaeto’s face didn’t morph from pleasant, but his eyes burned with a sadistic light.

“Do it, boy, I haven’t had the thrill of a chase in a while.”

Whumpee swallowed, his hands tightening into fists at his sides, but he released his fingers and relaxed into the seat and put his hands up.

The crazed light dimmed in Kaeto’s eyes a little, his pupils returning to normal size. He pulled the cane back and put it on the ground. “Hmph. Seems you have learned some things in the wild.”

“I wasn’t in the wild,” Whumpee huffed. “I just wasn’t in Whumper’s dead, stone palace. What does he want with me anyways?”

“You know exactly what he wants, boy.”

Whumpee didn’t flinch or bristle at the confirmation.

“Well my answer remains the same.”

Kaeto let out a melodic laugh that was anything but warm. “Oh, sweetheart,” Kaeto cooed. Whumpee clenched his jaw. “You don’t get a choice this time, I’m afraid.”

Whumpee’s lips curled back. Kaeto laughed again. “You do look like a wild brute when you do that, boy. It’s the dishevelment I think. It gives you a je-ne-sais-quoi.”

“I’m a bastard, remember?” Whumpee snarled. “I can’t inherit his title no matter how much he wants me to.”

Kaeto leaned back in his seat and spread his hands, showing his palms in an almost shrug. “And yet, here we are. In the middle of the Hollows, retrieving you. You were difficult to find, Whumpee, almost as if you were trying to hide from us.”

Whumpee didn’t answer.

Kaeto leaned forward again on his cane. His eyes shining with amusement and something older. Something wiser. “The world works in mysterious ways, bastard. When you live long enough to see it all, there is an intrinsic magic to life.”

“Are you a philosopher now?”

Kaeto smirked. “While looking this good? Absolutely not. I’m far too vain for that, boy, as you well know.”

Whumpee scoffed but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He glanced out the windows of the carriage. Yeah. He knew.

They passed for a while in silence. A furrow formed in Whumpee’s brow as he glanced back at Kaeto. Kaeto never took his eyes from Whumpee while he contemplated quietly. But they lit up when Whumpee turned an inquisitive eye to him, a question under his tongue.

“Would you bow to a bastard, Kaeto?”

“Not one with a beard, boy,” Kaeto replied smoothly.

Whumpee’s eyes narrowed. “I mean it. Would you? If I am to be his heir, that’s what you’ll have to do you know.”

Kaeto’s pupils dilated with interest, until his pupil nearly eclipsed his iris like a terrifying, killer cat. “I have been aware of that since I sensed the power on you years ago, Whumpee. The gods have ordained you to be the heir. How could I, a humble servant, refuse what is divined?”

“You’re far from humble.”

“That’s true.”

“Or a servant.”

“Also true,” Kaeto sighed, scowling. “You couldn’t let me be dramatic for a moment?”

“You’re always dramatic,” Whumpee told him.

Kaeto rolled his eyes. “I didn’t miss your lack of enthusiasm for wordplay. If the future of this court is to be all plain speaking I will have to form a rebellion against your rule.”

Kaeto shot Whumpee a grin, exposing his sharp teeth. Whumpee scoffed and went back to staring out the window. His chest tightened as they passed from the Hollows into the outskirts of the city. Green grass and lush trees with changing leaves gave way to stone and moss and dirt as they past the poorest neighbourhood in the luxurious carriage.

Whumpee scowled as he stared out the window.

How his “father” could let this kind of poverty and sickness run through the most vulnerable of his subjects angered Whumpee. But then again, his father wasn’t known for being warm. Not even to his proper children.

He hated the man, and everything him and his infernal family and court stood for.

That’s why when the carriage stopped and Kaeto stepped out into the courtyard of the palace, Whumpee slammed the door shut and held it tightly in place. He wished there were locks on the inside of this infernal thing. But it didn’t take long for one of the dark knight’s to rip the door open and drag Whumpee out, snarling and kicking and fighting until he was subdued again, this time by Kaeto, whacking the back of his head with a cane. The silver eyed man told him to behave and Whumpee groaned in response.

They brought him straight to the throne room, Kaeto leading the way. They paused outside the doors when they opened and Kaeto stepped through, spreading his arms wide.

“Whumper, my darling friend. I have retrieved your renegade son.”

Whumpee caught a glimpse of Whumper in his throne. He sat more like a rake than a King; half sprawled across it as if he was bored, an elbow rested on the arm of the throne, a fist on his chin, propping his head up as he stared with his midnight eyes at the giant double doors. He had the same wavy, raven coloured hair as Whumpee that fell to just below his chin. The same strong jaw and straight nose.

In fact, many from the court said, Whumpee had more likeness to the King than any of his pure blooded children which served to anger Whumpee’s half siblings to an unnerving degree.

“Bring him in,” Whumper said, his voice deep, apathetic, like a tired God that was bored of life and all it had to offer because he had seen it all. But the moment Kaeto stepped out from in front of Whumpee, Whumpee saw the cruelty that was carved into his father’s face.

He looked at Whumpee with complete disdain, which was saying something since he usually only ever looked disinterested. The king glanced at the dark knights who dragged Whumpee in and held him before the raised dais to the throne.

His father nodded at the knights and they forced Whumpee to his knees in front of Whumper. Whumpee swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to still his racing heart.

“Where have you been, boy?” There was no affection in the question. No love or concern. Simply irritation for having caused so much trouble to be found.

Whumpee didn’t answer.

Whumper’s eyes flickered to Kaeto. “He was deep in the Hollows, your majesty. Hiding amongst the common folk.”

“That is where he belongs after all,” a snide voice interjected from behind. Whumper’s eldest son. In all respects Whumper’s spiritual successor, every bit as cruel, sadistic and evil as his father. And yet, the gods bestowed Whumpee with Whumper’s inheritance. “Isn’t that right, bastard?”

“A coward too,” another voice crooned, this time high pitched and beautiful, like a song floating through the throne room. Whumper’s eldest daughter added.

“Enough,” Whumper grumbled to his children who bowed their heads to him.

“Of course, Father.”

Whumpee rolled his eyes. Whumper snapped his attention back to him and Whumpee had to stop himself from swallowing. He couldn’t show fear. Nor any sort of emotion. Not in this den of vipers.

“Well boy?” Whumper demanded. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Nothing.”

Whumper’s eyes narrowed. He shifted in his throne, sitting up straighter. “I assume that you knew I wanted you home before your twenty-first birthday.”

It wasn’t a question. Whumpee shrugged. “Lost track of time.”

“You arrogant little cunt,” Eldest said, and before Whumpee could reply, Eldest was in front of him. Whumpee’s eyes widened only slightly at his brother’s speed as Eldest lifted his hand to strike him. A hand caught Eldest’s wrist before he could make impact. Eldest whimpered as Whumpee’s saviour dragged him away from Whumpee.

To Whumpee’s surprise it was Whumper himself. “He was disrespecting you, father.”

“I know that,” Whumper growled low. “But discipline of any and all of my unruly children remains with me, boy.”

A thinly veiled threat. Whumpee couldn’t help the satisfied smile that graced his lips when Eldest shot a glare at him.

Whumper squeezed Eldest’s wrist and slammed it back in his chest. Eldest gasped, cradling the injury as he turned back to his sister. “Leave,” Whumper ordered, and the two did, staring murderously at Whumpee as they left.

Whumpee smirked then at Whumper. “When I inherit your crown, will I be able to discipline all your unruly children?”

A slap echoed through the throne room as Whumpee’s head whipped to the side. After a pause of registering he was slapped, did Whumpee feel the coppery tang of blood in his mouth from the smack.

“Petulant child. If you didn’t have a trace of my power when you were born I would have drowned you in the river.”

Whumpee curled his lip back revealing blood stained teeth. “Maybe you should have. It would have saved you a lot of headaches.”

Whumper glared down his nose at Whumpee before his lips broke into a cold, hungry smile. “You have the nerves for the power, at least.”

Whumpee blinked at the praise. His mind going back to how Eldest whimpered and balked at his father’s discipline.

Whumper clapped a hand on Whumpee’s shoulder. “But we both know violence won’t make you accept my legacy, so Kaeto and I came up with a different means to get you in line.”

Whumpee bristled at the mention of the cat-like courtier, who was more subtly sadistic than his father. Whumper’s eyes went over Whumpee’s head to Kaeto behind him.

“You did bring her?” Whumpee stiffened under his father’s hand.

“Of course, Whumper.”

His heart thundered against his chest as Whumper nodded. “Bring her in.”

Whumpee didn’t loose a breath, he didn’t dare a door to the side of the throne room opened. Whumpee turned his head and his heart dropped into a pit of his stomach. He jerked to his feet but Whumper’s hand pressed him back to the ground with ease.

Caretaker was being escorted in by two dark knights on either side of her, dragging her in, a cloth tied tightly around her mouth cut into her cheeks that Whumpee knew would leave bruises as she fought and kicked. Blood streamed down her hairline and from her nose and Whumpee shot up again but he didn’t get further than before, his knees cracked against the marble with such force he thought they would have shattered.

When Caretaker’s eyes met Whumpee’s she stopped walking, but the knights continued to drag her. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at Whumpee, then Whumper then Kaeto and she started screaming profanities at Kaeto as she was dragged closer and closer.

“What’re you— how did you—” Whumpee stammered, his head twisting to see Kaeto leaning on his cane, cat-like eyes bright with satisfaction. “You’re a bastard, Kaeto!”

Whumpee would have lunged at him if he could, but Kaeto just smiled. “Not as much as you, darling boy.”

Whumpee turned back to Whumper, eyes pleading. “She has nothing to do with this! Let her go.”

Whumper put a hand under Whumpee’s chin and tilted his head up further until Whumpee’s neck was strained. “Did you just demand something of me, boy?”

Whumpee’s eyes went to Caretaker as she was dragged up the steps of the dais and wrestled to a kneeling position beside the throne.

“Please!” Whumpee cried. “Please, just… just let her go.”

Whumper tilted his head. His eyes darkened. “And what do I get in return?”

Whumpee’s heart hammered against his throat, his mind racing as he stared at Caretaker who kept trying to push herself to her feet in vain. The knights stood on each side of her, keeping her down.

Whumper let go of Whumpee and stepped back, half turned and walked up the steps to his throne. Whumpee lunged but two gauntleted hands grabbed each of his upper arms and restrained him, keeping him down too.

“The way I see it,” Whumper continued, walking over to Caretaker who glared up at him without fear. God. Whumpee’s heart jumped into his throat as Whumper reached a hand to Caretaker’s hair and stroked her head like a pet. “Either you accept my inheritance, take your place as the next ruler of this kingdom and all that comes with it, or I’ll be forced to incentivise you further.”

Caretaker’s eyes shot to Whumpee’s in shock. He never told her who he was, what he was to Whumper. He wanted to have a normal life with her. To settle down with her. Not… not this.

God, not this.

Whumper sat in his throne again, his hand drifting to the nape of Caretaker’s neck and pinching it. Caretaker cried out, struggling to get away but with her hands tied and the knights holding her down she couldn’t move an inch and neither could Whumpee.

“Come on, boy,” Kaeto crooned, sitting on the steps of the dais now. “Don’t force us to bless this mortal with our gifts.”

Whumpee’s eyes widened. “What?” He whispered.

Whumper smiled coldly at Whumpee. “One of you will be turned today, Whumpee. It’s your decision who that will be.”

Whumpee looked at Caretaker. Caretaker… who smiled at him with so much happiness and joy. Who taught him how to hunt for the stewing kind of mushrooms in the woods. Who taught him about the simple joys in life. Who opened herself up to him, her body to him under the stars by the lake. Who’s eyes twinkled with mischief when she was about to kiss him.

Caretaker who was so full of life.

He wouldn’t let them dull that sparkle in her eyes. In her heart. In her soul.

Caretaker flinched, as if she heard his thoughts. Then her struggles became more forceful and violent.

“Nngh! Nngh! ‘Umpee nngh!”

Kaeto’s eyes gleamed. “You’re doing the right thing, lad.”

“You better fucking watch yourself when I inherit his legacy, Kaeto,” Whumpee growled, struggling against the arms holding him.

“I sleep with one eye open every night, child.” Kaeto purred.

Whumpee turned his glare to Whumper then. “She goes free before we complete the rite.”

Whumper stroked Caretaker’s hair again. “I’m afraid she is the only thing that will ensure you keep your word.”

Whumpee swallowed. “But… when I— she’s human.”

Whumper smiled a rotten smile at him. “From what I’ve heard you two have been intimate already,” Whumper said, and Caretaker’s face flushed the same lethal red as Whumpee’s. “There’s nothing more intimate than being your first drink as a vampire, son.”

Caretaker stiffened. Whumpee turned his head to her, because he had to. He had to see her shivering, trembling as she looked at him now. Like he was a monster. It’s what he would be after all this was over. Just like his siblings. Just like his father and Kaeto.

“I don’t want to feed on her,” Whumpee said, his voice strained. “I’ll only agree to the rite if you bring me other humans to feed on. If you guarantee me her safety. That no harm will come to her.”

Kaeto let out an exaggerated sigh. “Wouldn’t you rather she be your queen? Hmm? Rule eternally by your side?”

“No,” Whumpee said a little too harshly. He turned to Caretaker. “I mean… I wish I could make you my wife, and guarantee your safety by my side forever, but my family… my siblings, you would always be a target. Always be threatened here. To hurt me they’d hurt you.”

Tears streamed down Caretaker’s face as she wept, sniffing, no longer struggling to escape as he spoke so gently to her.

“I love you,” he said. “I love everything you are. I love how you’re smarter than me, and like to let me know it. I love how you sing when you’re picking herbs in the garden.”

He felt his own tears bubble over his eyes as he continued. “I love how kind you are to strangers. How full of life and love and light, and I can’t dim that by locking you away in a black castle like this.”

She shook her head as she wept audibly now, muffled by the gag. “I can’t do that. Not to you. I love you so much that I’m willing to become a monster so you get to live a long, happy life free from court skulduggery and threats around every corner.”

“Nngh,” she cried in reply.

“I’m sorry,” he sniffed and turned back to his father who watched with interest and something unreadable in his face. “I’ll do it as long as she remains human. Before, during and after the blood rite.”

Whumper’s grin exposed his sharp fangs and Whumpee knew he sealed his fate. “Deal.”

*~*~*~*~*

Tag-list: @whump-in-the-closet :)

[mj-iza-writer]

If its not too much trouble I think a non human Whumpee that can't touch water because it burns them or something like that being forced to take a shower by whumer could be interesting

Warning: swearing, water torture.

"The water is corroding through your skin. Your skull is about to feel the burn of ten thousand suns. Tell me where your coven is", Whumper stared angrily at the beast restrained on the cold metal slab.

"No", Whumpee gritted their teeth.

Another droplet of water dripped out of the bucket hung directly above their head. A tiny hole had been made into the plastic bucket. Every few minutes a droplet of water worked its way out of the hole and onto Whumpee's head.

It sizzled as it landed on Whumpee's forehead.

Whumpee let out a guttural scream and fought against the restraints.

"This can all be over. Where are they?", Whumper slammed on the table.

"Fuck off... I'm not telling you", Whumpee barred their fangs.

Whumper sighed and slapped the bucket a few times. Droplets of water sprinkled all over Whumpee's face.

"AHHUGH", Whumpee screamed. They took deep breaths and squirmed around the table.

"Maybe a sip of water would help. Are you thirsty?", Whumper reached for a cup.

Whumpee closed their mouth and tucked their lips in tightly.

Whumper fought them for a few moments before someone else came in.

"You'll kill them if they drink it. We need answers", they warned.

"I'll take that drink now that you mention it", Whumpee whispered, "I'd rather die."

"Not a chance", they took the cup from Whumper and splashed it over Whumpee's bare chest.

"Mmmm", Whumpee groaned, "fuck all of you."

Their skin bubbled up and sizzled

"Put them away. We can give them some time to stew in their cell. No food or water. We have no idea what that thing can eat and what will kill them", they turned leaving Whumper to their devices.

Whumpee screamed as another droplet fell on their forehead.

"It looks like we hit bone", Whumper chuckled.

Whumpee was left on the table they had been restrained too. They looked around the room they had been left in.

Reinforced metal walls and an even heavier door. Cameras pointed at them from every angle.

Whumpee's head ached, and they were so hungry.

"Oh the forest is where I run and play. I can roam there all night and day", Whumpee sang, "my ancestors left the forest for me. I take care of it like I've learned and seen."

"Shut up", a robotic voice yelled at them, "the only thing we want you to say is information about your coven."

Whumpee sang louder over the voice. This was the only way they could keep their sanity.

Their cell door was slammed open, causing them to jump.

Their table was roughly pulled out if the room.

"Where are you taking me?", Whumpee frowned as they watched the room they were in earlier pass by.

Whumpee fought violently when they realized they had been brought into the locker rooms.

"You wouldn't", Whumpee yelled, "you fucking wouldn't."

They screamed as they passed a sign that read showers.

"Try me", Whumper glared as they turned the shower on.

A gag was pushed into Whumpee's mouth.

Whumpee looked at their captors with wide eyes. The table they were on began to be pushed to the shower head.

"Yhmm, nmmmm", Whumpee screamed into the gag.

Their feet went under first... then their legs.

Whumpee's eyes were squeezed shut as their skin blistered and bubbled.

"Stop", an order came from the entrance of the locker room.

Whumper quickly pushed the table even farther under the water.

Whumpee's stomach smoked as the water beat against their skin.

Whumpee went in and out of consciousness. They knew the water had been turned off. Their skin continued to pulsate. The pain was too much.

They could hear Whumper being reprimanded.

"Under attack", was the last thing they heard.

Whumpee weakly opened their eyes.

Everything hurt. Their skin was so tight from the burns. They looked down over themself. Their skin was blistered and bumpy. Other patches didn't have any skin at all.

Someone came into the room.

"Please, please no more", Whumpee cried, "just kill me."

"Hey shh. We are taking you home", someone frowned, "I am captain..."

"H-home", Whumpee whispered, "no, how did you find....", Whumpee started to hyperventilate.

"I need you to relax. We are the good guys. Your coven told us that you had been kidnapped. It took us time to find you. Unfortunately the damage is severe. Your captors will pay for what they've done. They will stand trial. We are rushing you home now. Your people know better on how to heal you."

Whumpee shivered, both from the pain, but also from the idea of going home.

"Someone has been waiting on a line for when you woke up", the captain clicked a button, "do you wish to hear from them."

Whumpee nodded, not knowing what to expect.

"This is the Coven's leader. Am I talking to Whumpee?"

"Y-yes", Whumpee's lip quivered.

The leader took in Whumpee's whimpering.

"You have done good work protecting our coven. You have been declared a hero. The medicine woman is ready to receive you. She knows of your injuries. A feast will be held in your honor", the leader explained to Whumpee.

Whumpee couldn't control themself and started to cry.

The captain saw red coming from Whumpee's eyes.

"Their eyes are bleeding", the captain told the leader.

"It's tears. We don't cry normal tears because of the water. Our species have evolved to cry blood platelets."

"Whumpee there is something else. Someone wishes to sing to you", the leader smiled.

"Oh the Forest is where I run...:

"Mama", Whumpee weakly starred.

"Yes baby. You are so brave", a woman's voice came over the line, "we will get you all fixed up. You will be okay."

Whumpee cried louder.

"Thankyou.... thankyou."

"We will arrive to your meeting place soon", the captain took over the call, "they seemed to have relaxed a little now. I'm glad you remained on the line for them."

"Anything for our brave hero", the leader spoke softly, "we are ready to receive them. Thankyou for working so hard to rescue them Captain."

"You're welcome."

"Thankyou", Whumpee whispered as they continued to weep, "thankyou."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

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[whumper-cars]

Whumpees with animal-like features/qualities are the best. Whumpees who purr and growl and screech and roar. Whumpees with wings and claws and tails and gills. Whumpees who open their wings and shoot out their claws and arch their backs in a display of threat. Whumpees who curl their tails and wings and bodies around Caretaker to protect them.

And then there is the different Whumper reactions. Do they find it cute, patronizing Whumpee by talking to them like one would a cat or dog? Do they find it intriguing, wanting to study Whumpee like you would a lab rat? Maybe Whumper is even scared of Whumpee, having an equally animalistic reaction and trying to kill Whumpee before even thinking to try and understand them.

And Caretakers who know. Caretakers that are experts on Whumpees species. Caretakers who know that Whumpee could kill them at any moment. Caretakers who know that Whumpee won't kill them because if they wanted to, they would have already. Caretakers that take Whumpee in because, monster or not, everyone and everything deserves love, right?

sigh, just, animal-like Whumpees

Feel free to add onto any of my prompts

[whump-galaxy]

The monster whumper is much larger than the whumpee. They could crush the whumpee’s chest in one hand if they wanted to. All it takes is one “lesson” for the whumpee to realize just how weak they are.

What scares them is not knowing why they’re being kept around.

[dinkflocculent]

A whump trope that I was obsessed with as a child (and still am): caretaker losing control/going berserk and whumpee coming to the rescue to calm them down!! <3

Whumpee is either a monster, shapeshifter, or some sort of species, caretaker is preferably human but could be of the same species or different.

Whumpee is angered by whumper; whumpee being threatened and caretaker losing their shit!! Whumpee has to calm them down before they destroy everything!! <33

This may be a little cliche but it gives me so much whumperflies.