#whumpee gets hugs

[bilightningwhumper]

Been watching a lot of pet reunion videos today and just think:

Whumpee being brought home after being rescued or hospitalized for a long time. Their pet(s) have been taken care of by friends or family while they haven't been around. Just... coming home to pure unconditional love and happiness after so long.

(Bonus points if it's a former pet-human whumpee)

Mostly thinking cats and/or dogs here, but I know other animals also react happily to loved ones coming home after a long absence.

[whumpitisthen]

Limbo

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CWs: dissociation/derealisation [whumpee thinking they aren't really alive], mentioned torture, mentioned character death, a candid conversation about death with Death the jolly fellow himself, angel whumpee, deity whumper, religious themes, carewhumper, the poor boy has no idea what's coming the boy is not doing so well :/ if only there was someone who cared :pensive: ( <- actively making him worse)

“Am I dead?”

The angel looks far away, grey, foggy under his skin. He perches on the bed he was provided, in the lavish guest room he was given. It's an emperor-size bed; it makes him look little with his bruised-up legs hanging off the edge.

Sitting at the long dinner table, legs propped up as he leans back in his chair, Grim hums distractedly. — “Hm?”

“Am I dead?” — Auden repeats after a swallow of consideration, this time at least managing to sound like he wasn't just talking to himself.

The Reaper’s lips curl with a slow hum. He forgets about the pen he was twirling — always playing, always busying his hands with something. A pen, a blade, someone's hair. His hand pauses only briefly, then he continues spinning it between his fingers like he never stopped. — “Mm. It feels like that, doesn’t it.”

There is the sound of thunder, far away, but close enough that Auden can hear it rumble. The sound of his Fall. It scares him so much he can barely breathe. His hands dig into the heavenly soft sheets, feeling undeserving. A moment passes.

“Mori,” — he starts quietly, voice breaking, — “they um… I did not mean to, I really didn't, but I asked them how uh, h-how they got,” — he gestures vaguely in the direction of the intimidating double doors leading into the bedroom, — “...here.”

He feels so similar to how he felt on the day Grim brought him home. Weak and hazy, no particular colour to him. Just tired. Shaken, commanding about as much presence as a ghost.

“It was really stupid, I know. It would be insensitive to ask anyone that, right? Especially so out of the blue, like I did. But I did not m-mean it um, literally. I just thought — I thought they were so nice. So kind. They, I, I did not expect anyone here to be nice. Not to me. I-It surprised me.”

They never found out what he really meant. He meant it to be a compliment. They took it as an order. — “That is what I had meant,” — he tells the Mori in his memory, a small murmur, as if they could still hear him, still trying to explain himself.

“They had gone quiet, and I um, I told them they didn't have to t-tell me anything they didn't want to. I felt horrible. But I asked them, so they answered.”

Now Auden is the one going quiet. He doesn't know how to continue, or if he even wants to. His melancholic rambling isn't even fully directed at the Reaper. Grim’s interest has been piqued, however. — “And what did they tell you?”

Auden squirms, frowning. — “Not pleasant things.”

“Is that so,” — muses the deity, expecting this to be the end of the conversation. For a minute it was, but then the angel finds it in himself to continue.

“They told me they came close to dying, many times. They told me they did die, but not literally — that confused me a little, but I’m, uh, I think I am starting to get it.” — Stealing a glance at the Reaper, he sees a bit of humour glint in his vermilion eyes. He must know the story as well as Mori, though, unlike them, he clearly finds the tale a lot more amusing. — “They said they barely remembered who they were before… before you um, saved them.”

The way he is saying all this makes it seem like he has some sort of conundrum he must solve. Like every bit of information Mori had relayed to him is a puzzle piece. However, while it is fun hearing about how Mori remembers their meeting, Grim does not enjoy long roundabout tangents that go on forever. Setting aside the pen, he stretches, swinging those heavy boots off the table, and fixes Auden with a questioning look. — “This is a lovely retelling darling, but is there somewhere you are going with this? Or did you just feel like sharing with me something I already know?”

The thunderstorm flies ever closer. Static ruffles the feathers on Auden's wings. His shoulders hitch higher, hiding him.

“You saved Mori…”

“Mhm.”

“And you saved me, from the, the dragon lady.”

Grim laughs. — “I did.”

“S-So, since Mori was saved by you when they were dying, and I was saved when I was near death, and we both ended up here, here w-with, well, with you…” — he trails off, hesitant to finish his train of thought. It's like he can't even bring himself to say it.

Finally, Grim's expectant gaze forces the words to tumble out of his mouth anyway.

“I was wondering if maybe… I did die.”

The silence is so loud Auden doesn't even dare to look up, afraid that all he would find is a pitying, mocking grin. His guess at the Reaper's expression is not far off.

“Are you asking me?” — Grim asks belatedly. The fanged smile is clear enough in his voice.

“...Nothing really felt real since then,” — Auden finishes vaguely, weakly, eyes stuck to his own shaky hands clasped around each other in his lap. He feels silly, now. Saying it all aloud made it sound like it's either the most obvious or the most stupid assumption in the world. He can't tell which one it is from the Reaper's mood, but shame sears his cheeks nevertheless.

It takes another moment of cruel silence before he is granted a curious reply; — “Where do you suppose you are right now?”

Auden curls up a little more. — “Somewhere between alive and dead.”

Oh, the poor thing is lost, in more ways than just one.

Grim thinks for a minute, leaning his temple onto his fist. The angel's reality has been all but turned upside down, and now his mind is fracturing. Perhaps the shards could be built into something vastly different. His Lord does find moulding minds especially enjoyable, though such a process can be unfathomably delicate. Still, for now, the safest way forward may just be care and patience. The angel is confused enough as it is, and while hilarious, he doesn't want his lamb losing all touch with reality before meeting his new master. He will have a difficult enough time keeping track of what is real under his care anyway.

“Where do angels go when they die?” — he inquires instead, half interested in Auden's answer himself.

“They don't…”

Grim rolls his eyes. Of course. — “Where do Fallen go?”

“To Hell,” — Auden answers promptly, but then thinks further, and finds the answer insufficient. He doesn't really know what happens to Fallen Angels besides ‘eternal damnation’, since that is just a sentence, not reality. He just never thought to think further than that. Because Fallen can die. They do die, swiftly, once they reach here, once demons find them and tear them apart. — “But, but when they die… I am not sure.”

“Would you like to know?” — the Reaper asks with an easy smile.

Auden lifts his head, a little surprised to be offered to be let in on such secrets of life and death. Asking questions rarely lead to straight answers back up in his Heaven. Most of the time, he was met with disdainful expressions and waved off, told that these kinds of matters should not interest him, or, more humiliatingly, that he should already know the answer. Embarrassed, he learned not to ask questions, and only now is he starting to realise how much of his present knowledge is made up of his own assumptions.

To think he would be learning of death from Death himself — and for his silly question to be met with an unexpectedly straightforward desire to answer; no mocking, nor judgement, nor annoyance…

A small glimmer returns to his eyes as he looks to the deity intently. — “Yes please,” — he whispers, amazed, a little reverent.

The Reaper lifts a claw and beckons Auden over. The angel slides off the mattress and begins walking over obediently, only to stop in his tracks all of a sudden, hesitating.

“W-Wait, no, no I don't,” — he stutters, waving his hands out in front of him, seemingly swiftly having changed his mind. — “You don't have to, to show — I'll, I'm sorry…”

Grim is confused for a moment, not understanding the sudden reluctance, his outstretched hand sinking ever so slightly. Then, he chuckles, light as a cloud. He waves his hand dismissively. — “Oh, no, not like that. That did sound somewhat threatening, I will admit. No need to fear; you are a smart boy, you do not need such demonstration.”

Being beckoned to come closer by the Reaper after inquiring about what happens to Fallen when they die — Grim can't exactly fault the angel for hesitating. Nevertheless, with a small bit more encouragement, the nervous dove sulks up to him cautiously in the end, keeping his hands close in front of him.

“Choose one,” — the Reaper says, motioning to the jade porcelain vase filled to the brim with fresh roses set in the middle of the table. Auden saw so many bouquets arranged in large pots lining the hall as he was looking for a way out. He wonders just how much work it takes to keep every one of them filled and replenished in such a massive mansion.

Once he has made his choice — sliding free the flower that least upsets the balance of the rest as he takes it out — he looks to the Reaper. The Reaper picks one for himself and lifts it to his nose.

“When angels die, their souls float towards Heaven.” — He flips the rose downwards, letting it flop on the table. — “When demons die, their souls remain stuck here. And when Fallen die — ”

The radiant red petals are suddenly wilting, growing limp and dark, then dry and ugly in the Reaper's hand. Auden watches the healthy, beautiful flower rot, and then finally completely erode into black ashes, floating in the air like smoke after a wildfire, leaving nothing behind. Some sort of twisted awe leaves his mouth open and raises the hairs on the back of his neck in seeing the effects of Death's touch. Obliteration, destruction, extinction — with just a single touch…

He held that same hand from Miss Thu’lin’s palace all the way here.

“When Fallen die,” — Grim repeats as he rubs the pads of his fingers together to rid them of the flower's remains, — “their souls have nowhere left to go, so they disperse, just like that. Like a warm breath on a cold winter night.”

Auden clutches his own rose close to his chest, far, far from those deadly talons of shadow. — “Do they just… cease to exist? Permanently?”

The angel's wide eyes bring fondness to the Reaper's smile. He asks, instead of answering; — “do you think you exist?”

“...I don't know,” — Auden admits, a hushed whisper.

The fondness remains as he puts his hand out, scaring a flinch out of the angel. Auden goes to carefully place his rose into Death's hand, but he takes hold of Auden's wrist before he could, plucking it from him and returning it to the vase. He holds his hand gently, but firmly, feeling resistance. It's hard to tell the difference between his silver jewellery and icy skin.

“You are alive, my dear,” — assures Grim, making sure Auden hears him, looking directly into his eyes, — “you are here with me, and that should be all the evidence you need that you still exist as, if you didn't, I could never find you again.”

The young angel's lips quiver, his eyes growing misty, but he listens, and tries in earnest to believe those words. His eyes flicker down as the Reaper's thumb runs across the back of his hand. Back and forth, slow and gentle. Auden's face never crumbles fully, his tears silent as they flow.

Death's frigid kiss presses onto his knuckles like a curse, and the angel forgets to pull away.

<3

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[urlocalwhumper]

abused nonhuman pet whumpee being rescued and rehabilitated, but still as a pet. their new master isn't going to liberate them or teach them how to be a person or whatever, they adopted a pet because they wanted a pet.

it's such a shame that whumpee is so traumatized and afraid, no one should ever treat their pets that cruelly and new master hopes whumpee's previous master burns for what they did, but it's nothing a good heap of love and patience can't help.

(maybe this is just a new type of horror for whumpee. or maybe whumpee has been a pet all their life, and getting to be a beloved companion instead of a punching bag is a dream come true)

[thriftyshark530]

Love when whumpee gets severely injured, beaten within an inch of their life, trying to protect a loved one. Then when they wake up in medical care, they immediately bolt up and demand to see who they protected, as whumpee didn't know if they were safe before whumpee was knocked unconscious. Whumpee needs to be held down before they injure themselves further, but they keep struggling, repeating "I need to see them, I need to see them" over and over. Whumpee is only calmed down when someone fetches their loved one, and whumpee can finally hug them, knowing they're both safe now.

[defire]

Whumpee that's never had genuine comfort before

(comfort stuff)

Caretaker trying to be gentle and whumpee freaks the fuck out--"what are you doing?!" With paranoid wide eyes

"I'm cleaning your wounds...." "Not like that you're not. Here, give me the needle."

Caretaker trying to comfort them--"fuck, you've had it rough" and reaching out for a hug and whumpee just stares at them

Whumpee trying to be "nice" to caretaker by slapping them on the back painfully hard and making boisterous vague remarks that are supposed to be compliments

Or, whumpee staring at caretaker wondering how to say "thank you" in a way that won't get them beaten up, like last time

Caretaker impulsively hugging or touching them out of kindness and whumpee flinches away and grabs the spot like it burns

"You've always taken care of your own wounds?" Caretaker says. Whumpee frowns, confused. "Who else is supposed to do them?"

"Look, I get that you're trying to be nice, caretaker, but I have it handled," whumpee trying to get themself across the kitchen by leaning on the counters.

"I do not need you. It's okay. I'm not a burden."

[whumporama]

Living Weapon Whumpee who gets bought and given to some important member of an organisation, and is to act as their bodyguard.

Teammember knows what Whumpee is, and they've been trained, and how they're supposed to command them. And they do, this is just the way the world works, but that's not all they do.

Because Whumpee is their bodyguard, they spend a lot of time together. And a lot of this time is also... boring. They're not under attack 24/7, and most of the time Whumpee is just standing around while Teammember does their paperwork, or is relaxing late at night.

So Teammember starts talking to them. First just asking them to do small tasks they're not really trained for, like sorting some papers or getting them a drink. Whumpee does it anyway, because they can't say no. And they can multitask. It's fine.

But they talk more and more, Teammember vents about their work, about their frustrations, and over time Whumpee engages more and more in conversation. They tell themselves they do it because it seems to make their master happy, but Teammember can slowly see parts of their personality come through. They’re becoming a person, not just a Weapon.

One day, something bad happens. Really bad. Whumpee does their job and manages to get their master out to safety. But they have to go back, maybe to stall, to get some time so Teammember can escape. Other members have to drag Teammember away, or later yell at them and stop them from going back. After all, it's just Whumpee. It's what they're here for. If they die, you can get a new one.

But Teammember is heartbroken. They stay in the safe house, and fear the worst. Whumpee is dead. They have to be.

But Whumpee is still a Living Weapon. They've been trained for this. They can push through the pain, they can endure, they can fight. And they have one order in case of separation; come back to me.

So eventually, they manage. They show up at the organisation, still dirty, bruised, and bloody. But alive.

And when Teammember sees them, they instantly pull them into a crushing hug.

Whumpee feels more like a person than they ever have before.

[whumpberry-cookie]

Caretaker does NOT have patience to meet Whumpee's needs atm.

Are they bad... or just tired?

(Cw: bad caretaker, victim blaming)

_____________

"You won't fall asleep in your state anyway. So PLEASE just be quiet so I can rest at least. I'll be the one carrying you on my back tomorrow."

"I don't have energy to comfort you right now, Whumpee. So just focus on breathing.. or stuff."

"When I tell you what to do to deal with pain, you just don't listen. What do you expect from me?"

"How many times do I have to calm you down? My best clearly isn't enough for you, if you need me to repeat that moment after".

*Wearing noice cancelling headphones, because Whumpee's just crying and whimpering SO loud. Non stop*

*under his breath* Gosh I'm not surprised Whumper was gagging him.

"Whumpee GO. to. sleep. (...) Then lay down with your eyes closed and don't get up."

(C:) "What do you want me to do?! I can't help you! I don't know how!" (W:) "hug me.. just hug me" (C:) *sigh* "Come here."

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[caretaker-lee]

Everything has needs

(Almost made myself cry coming up with this.)

I got the idea for this from here

(Hopefully, the link works)

"I have no wants or needs. I am at your liberty."

Whumpee knelt on the floor, and Caretaker looked at them dumbfoundedly.

"No needs? Of course you do. Everyone does."

"I do not."

"But . . . you must. Everyone does. Everything does!"

Whumpee stayed still. "I do not."

"But you must!" Caretaker raised their voice only a little bit before lowering it again. "Everything has some needs. Even animals need to be fed and played with. Even plants need sunshine and water."

"I . . . do not." Whumpee lowered their voice. Caretaker ignored their comment.

"Even stuffed animals need to be snuggled and hugged! Even books need to be read and repaired!"

"I . . . ." The words died on whumpee's tongue, and they began to tear up.

"Even the lamps need their light bulbs changed! E-even the vacuum needs to be e-emptied!" Caretaker began tearing up with whumpee, but their voice began to get louder. "Even the clothes need to be cleaned! Even the dishes need to be washed! Even the shelves need to be dusted! And you!"

Caretaker paused and lowered their voice once again. Whumpee was silently sobbing. "You need to be loved."

Caretaker knelt in front of whumpee and pulled them gently into a hug. "I can do that for you," Caretaker whispered, and they both openly wept on the floor.

[bilightningwhumper]

Mangst 2024- Day 2

<<First . Masterlist . Next>>

Forever Prey (Red Riding Hood) Masterlist

"If you can't trust yourself right now, trust me."

Summary:

Sienna's going into heat and Rae's there to help Potential spoiler excerpt from "Forever Prey"

Notes:

Not much of any warnings for this one. It's a bit angsty, but ended up more hurt/comfort fluff. Didn't mean for it to be this long, but you know, the characters do what they want to do, lol. Characters: Sienna- Red Riding Hood Rae- "Huntsman"

Sienna’s POV

Her skin was burning. Not overwhelmingly or painful yet, but she could feel it boiling under the surface. Tucking her head between her legs, she curled up more into herself on the couch.

Bad omegas didn't deserve a nest. Didn't deserve comfort. Didn't, didn't, didn't-

She stayed where she was when the door opened. Rae must have come home. How stupid did she have to be, staying out of her room like this? She should have been hidden away. Rae shouldn't have to deal with her right now. Stupid, stupid, stupid-

A hand on her shoulder made her flinch. The hand immediately left, so Sienna finally looked up to see Rae frowning at her.

"Did you hear me at all?"

Flinching again, Sienna should her head, stuttering, "S-sorry. I- I was, I mean..." Fog clouded her mind, the heat slowly becoming more unbearable. What had she been saying?

Cool hands rested on her forehead and the side of her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, leaning into the touch.

"I was asking why you weren't in your nest." Rae sounded concerned? Upset? "Your hear is coming on really fast. Why didn't you call me? I'd have come home early."

Sienna just shrugged, the foggy feeling taking over as Rae's scent surrounded her. She smelled like sea salt and sunshine.

"Come on, let's get you to your nest. It'll be more comfortable than the couch, yeah?"

Sienna tensed. "But I've been a bad Omega. The kitchen still needs to be cleaned and-"

"Chores can wait." Rae interrupted firmly. "Your comfort comes first right now."

Reluctantly, Sienna let herself be coaxed from the couch. They made it to the doorway of her room before she froze up. She waited for Rae to say something, but she just rested a hand against Sienna's back, waiting.

She rubbed the back of her neck, trying to think through the fog. "It's not that good. And kind of a mess. Maybe too small?"

Rae's soft chuckle followed by her scent surrounding Sienna in a cloud made her relax, leaning more into her hand and chest.

"If it's comfortable and makes you happy, then it's perfect, hun." Rae rumbled in her ear.

Sienna couldn't tell if the burning feeling was the heat setting in or her face flushing. She opened the door, tentatively pulling Rae to where she’s made her nest in the corner of her room. It was small, but big enough to be cozy for the two of them. She wanted more blankets and pillows, but there was only so much she could do without taking from Rae’s bed too.

“Are you happy with it?”

“… Yeah.”

Rae put her chin on Sienna’s shoulder. “That wasn’t a very convincing yes. What’s missing, hun?”

“I mean,” She cleared her throat. “Would it be okay if, well,” Her face burned more. “Could I take some of your things? Blankets, pillows, and stuff?”

A kiss on the side of her neck did not help the increasing burning feeling in her face. Or the feeling of slick starting to build up between her legs.

“Of course. It’s not like I’ll be in my bed since I’ll be here with you.” She moved to turn Sienna’s face towards her. “Do you want to get them, or stay here while I get things for you?”

Sienna rested her forehead against Rae’s, the fogginess coning back again. It was tiring, swinging from feeling to feeling.

“Can you?” she murmured, eyes closing.

“I can.”

Rae’s hands on either side of her face was the only warning she had before feeling lips on hers. Inhaling sharply, she melted into it, fingers twisting into Rae’s shirt. A purr started deep in her chest. She wanted her closer… closer….

Then Rae was backing away. “I’ll be right back,” she rumbled, her own face flushed as well as she traced her fingers along Sienna’s jaw with her fingertips. “You should get settled… Omega.”

Sienna’s knees weakened again as she let out a small whimper.

Rae giggled at her, kissing her nose before leaving to get the blankets for the nest.

Letting out a shaky sigh, Sienna rubbed at her eyes. It’d been so long since she’d had a proper heat like this. Was she supposed to be this muddled? Even in pre-heat?

She plopped down in her nest, pushing things around to prepare for the additional materials. Everything had to be perfect for her alpha.

A gentle clucking sound announced Rae’s return with an armful of blankets and pillows.

“You’re stressing again, hun. Is something wrong?” Rae asked as she put everything down at the edge of the nest.

Sienna grabbed the pillows first, setting up more of a frame for the sides. “It’s nothing.” she said, smiling over at Rae while she worked.

All she got was an unconvinced look in return.

“I just-” She pushed back at her hair. When had she started sweating? “My head feels like static and I’m nervous that this isn’t normal and I’m not good enough for you and…” She gasped for air, tears brimming in her eyes. “I can’t think and I don’t know how to be a good omega anymore.”

Sienna couldn’t bring herself to look up in the silence after her outburst. Her heat had barely started and she’d already fucked it up.

“Sienna, may I come into your nest?”

Something in Rae’s tone made her shiver. She nodded, sitting back so Rae could sit beside her. Once Rae got settled, Sienna leaned into her immediately, resting her burning forehead against Rae’s shoulder.

“Hun, you don’t need to be perfect to me.” Rae said, rubbing Sienna’s back. “Your heats are going to be weird to get used to for a while, especially now that you’re somewhere where you feel safe. And besides, life is messy. I’d chose being a mess with you over perfection with someone else any day.” She gently lifted Sienna’s chin up to meet her eyes. “If you’re willing for me to be your Alpha, I’d be honored to have you as my Omega. Even if you weren’t my soulmate.”

Nuzzling into Rae’s shoulder, Sienna couldn’t help but smile. “Sap.” Then heat hit her like a wave and she shuttered, clutching the blankets between them. She could feel the slick starting to leak through her shorts. As much as she tried, she couldn’t hold back a whine.

“You okay?”

She nodded, taking slow breaths. “I think pre-heat is just about done.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Groaning, Sienna sat back. “Well, clothing hinders things. I mean-” she blushed for what felt like that for the thousandth time. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say it so bluntly.”

Rae just shook her head, smiling again as she took her shirt off. “It’s okay, you’re on a one track mind at the moment. Kind of nice to see you letting your guard down like this.”

It was very hard not to stare at Rae… Her arms. Her tan skin. Her chest. So soft, smooth….

“Sienna,” Rae took hold of her chin again, amusement twinkling in her eyes. “Heat really muddles your brain, huh?”

Even though she knew Rae was only kidding, that made a chill run down Sienna’s spine.

“I, um,” She drew back, even though every instinct at her screamed to go the other way, into Rae’s arms. “Maybe this is too soon. I might take things too far. Or convince you to do something we don’t want, or-”

Rae cut her off again, cupping her face in her hands. “Sienna, you trust me, right?”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

“Then if you can’t trust yourself right now, trust me. Trust me to keep things like we agreed before. You’ve been taking your meds, right?”

Sienna nodded again.

“And I have protection with me too. There’s very little chance we’ll have kids since I’m only knotting you once for the bonding mark. Then we have all the other toys and things to lessen the chance of me knotting you again. Okay?”

Little by little, Sienna relaxed again, leaning into Rae’s hands heavily. “Your hands feel nice.” she mumbled.

Rae pulled her into another kiss and Sienna responded eagerly, her own shirt joining Rae’s on the edge of the nest. Skin, hands, heat, scents mingling, gasping, moaning. Rae took control as Sienna felt herself devolve into her heat.

Her alpha would take care of her.

[distracted-obsessions]

Ok, but imagine Villain/Henchman/Assassin Whumpee being found by the heroes while they raided Supervillain Whumper's lair and they take Whumpee into custody. They don't handcuff Whumpee because they aren't fighting back (either too injured or in shock) but as they lead Whumpee out of the lair, Whumpee stops.

"Did you find them?"

"Find who?"

Whumpee pulls away from them and goes deeper into the lair. Every time the heroes grab them, they get more and more distressed, saying that they can't leave. They won't leave. After a minute, they start screaming out a name that the heroes don't recognize.

Just as one of the heroes goes to knock Whumpee out, they see a child crawl out from under the stairs and run straight for Whumpee who drops to their knees and hugs the child tightly, shushing their cries and whispering soft, comforting words. "Shh, it's ok. Mommy/Daddy is here. I'm ok. We're ok. it's ok. Shh."

[entity56]

[Trying a new whump trope, requested a while ago by @whumperofworlds]

Whumpee's ears ring as they slowly come to. Their head lulls forward; their body too heavy to move, Whumpee realizes, the only thing keeping them from falling over is the rope typing them to the tree behind them. They only figure out that their legs are tucked uncomfortably beneath them when the pins and needles start, crawling from their feet up their calves.

What happened? What... how did they get here? Okay... just a few minutes ago, they were coming back from their trip to the bathroom... And... and--

"Hey..."

Startled, Whumpee would have lifted their head to see who was talking to them, but their head felt like lead. All they can manage is looking out of the corner of their eye at the culprit's legs, then their face as they crouch down.

Caretaker.

They feel their heart stop as Caretaker smiles and cups their cheek, turning their head gently towards them. Caretaker's voice, once warm and sweet, now curdles Whumpee's blood as they begin to speak.

"I'm sorry it's come to this, Whumpee," Caretaker says, in that same gentle tone of voice they'd used hundreds of times before to comfort them after a nightmare. "You understand, right?"

Whumpee tries to speak, but with their tongue so numb from whatever Caretaker had injected them with, it may as well have been a river stone. Instead, Whumpee whimpers, eliciting a pitiful head tilt from the person that had rescued them a year ago.

"For what it's worth," they say, caressing their thumb over Whumpee's cheek, "you're playing a very important part in tracking down Whumper. We've implanted a tracking chip into your arm, Whumpee."

Caretaker sits down next to them, leaning in and wrapping them in a hug. Their hand caresses the back of Whumpee's head, fingers playing with a lock of their hair, just like before. Whumpee wanted nothing more than to rip away.

"Ultimately," they say softly, "that's always been our goal. To find them, right? But I knew you'd never agree to this. So... here you are. I..."

Whumpee's eyes well up as Caretaker trails off and pulls away, once more cupping their face and studying their expression. Whumpee manages to shake their head. "I know, I know," Caretaker tries to soothe. "It won't be for long. This is the last resort. We... we sent Whumper your location. You just need to hang on while we track you down, okay?"

Whumpee looks away, and Caretaker sighs, getting back to their feet.

"See you in a couple weeks, Whumpee," they bid, walking away without another word.

[mj-iza-writer]

"Why are you pulling away from me?", Whumper pulled Whumpee's leash harshly making them fall forward, "whatever is going on better stop before you get punished."

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper grabbed their collar and pulled them close.

"Please", Whumpee gulped, "please don't hurt me, I-I'm I'm", Whumpee started to stutter and shake.

"You're what?", Whumper impatiently pulled Whumpee until they were face to face.

"I'm nasty, and-and dirty. I think I smell", Whumpee gasped as the collar tightened.

Whumper looked at Whumpee with disgust, "what did you say?"

"I saw myself in the mirror earlier. How can you be okay with touching me and being near me", Whumpee gasped, "I-I can't breath very well."

Whumper realized and released their grip on the collar.

Whumpee fell down into Whumper's lap and scrambled to the floor to get away.

"Do I own you?", Whumper sat back.

"Huh?", Whumpee looked up in fear.

"Do I own you?", Whumper repeated, "is that not my collar around your neck?"

"Ye-yes master", Whumpee looked down and began fiddling with the dog tag.

"Are you saying I own things that smell and are dirty?", Whumper frowned, "is that a thing you should say about your master? That they own something gross."

"I-I'm sorry", Whumpee bowed, "I didn't mean it like that. I just..."

"It's not a pets place to say that they are dirty, it's their Master's place", Whumper sighed, "you are not allowed to have such human thoughts. Am I clear?"

"Y-yes Master, please forgive me", Whumpee kept their face into the carpet.

"Remember what belongs to me can't be dirty", Whumper lifted their leg and rested their foot on Whumpee's head, "am I clear?"

"Y-yes mas-master, please have mercy on me", Whumpee pleaded, face now shoved into the carpet by Whumper's foot.

A while later Whumper stood from their seat.

Whumpee shyly watched from the corner of their eye as Whumper left the room.

'They're mad at me', Whumpee sighed to themself, 'I'm an idiot.'

Whumpee heard water running, it sounded like it was coming from the bathroom.

'Here comes my punishment', Whumpee groaned, 'I wonder if it will be scolding hot or ice cold', Whumpee almost wanted to run to Whumper to plead for forgiveness, 'will they hose me down, make me sit in it, or hold me under', these thoughts made Whumpee shake.

"Come"

Whumpee shook their head a little to get rid of the thoughts.

"Are you deaf? Come here", came the command again.

Whumpee quickly looked over to where the voice was coming.

Whumper stood with their hands on their hips, making their impatience known.

Whumpee quickly crawled to Whumper.

"About time", Whumper sighed, "you were thinking again, weren't you?"

"Yes Master, I'm sorry. I was just thinking of all the ways you were going to punish me. I hope I may find grace in your eyes, please", Whumpee begged.

"I'm not going to punish you", Whumper sighed, "I considered your feelings, and have decided to let you have a bath."

Whumpee looked at Whumper in shock.

"You mean it Master?", Whumpee couldn't believe what they had heard.

"Follow me", Whumper led the way to the bathroom.

Whumpee looked into the tub and saw a bath had been drawn with bubbles.

"These are for your hair and of course soap. Do you need any help, or can you manage?", Whumper pulled out a towel and wash cloth from a closet, "you can take as much time as you like."

"I can do it Master", Whumpee happily looked at Whumper, "thankyou so much for allowing me to clean up."

"You're welcome. I'll allow you to have a spa day once in a while as a treat that you must earn for good behavior. The better you are, the more I will add for you to enjoy", Whumper frowned, "I will help with your teeth and nails as I normally do, the rest you can do for yourself. I will continue taking care of your hair as well."

Whumpee nodded, "I could hug you right now, this means so much."

"I'd rather you didn't", Whumper frowned, "I'll be in the living room. Come find me when you're all done."

With that, the door was closed and Whumpee was alone.

They reached their arm into the water. It felt so warm, it sent goosebumps down their body.

They climbed into the tub and just sat in the water for a while. The bubbles sizzled on their skin.

A few more minutes passed, and they started to clean themself. They scrubbed every body part they could reach.

"This feels so good", Whumpee sighed in relief.

When the water started to cool, they unplugged the tub and watched the water level go down. They frowned at how much dirt and grime had come off.

Whumpee turned on the shower head and started to clean their hair.

When satisfied they lathered up their body one last time, and did their final rinse.

Whumpee dried themself with the towel, then wrapped the towel around their soaked hair.

They fiddled with their collar for a while. The thing was soaked, but Whumper didn't remove it, and they had no right to remove it on their own.

"Master didn't leave a brush for me", Whumpee looked around, "they did say they wanted to continue taking care of my hair."

Whumpee opened the bathroom door and got down to crawl.

Whumper smiled as Whumpee rounded the corner.

"Feeling better?", Whumper sat up.

"Y-yes master", Whumpee crawled to Whumper's legs and happily nudged their head against Whumper, "thankyou so much."

"Good, go ahead and sit down", Whumper pointed then reached for the brush, "I'll brush out your hair."

Whumper unwrapped the towel from Whumpee's hair and watched it fall to Whumpee's shoulders.

"I will admit you do smell better", Whumper started to run the brush through the damp hair, "I suppose that's nice."

"Did your pet have a good idea Master?" Whumpee looked up at Whumper, "I hope I did."

"Yes I suppose you were due for a wash", Whumper untangled some of the hair, "did you enjoy the bubbles?"

"Yes Master, they felt good", Whumpee looked up at Whumper again, "it all felt good."

"That's good", Whumper continued to brush until they were satisfied, "your hair feels softer as well."

Whumper eyed the collar, "I forgot to take this off, it's wet", they reached for the clasp and removed it, "we'll let this dry for a while."

Whumpee happily nudged their head against Whumper's leg again.

"I guess you are feeling better", Whumper leaned back, "climb up here, come on. I'm sure you would love a nap after that shower. Too much for a dog to do in an afternoon."

Whumpee did as they were told and climbed up onto the furniture. They rested their head on Whumper's lap.

Whumper patted Whumpee's head for a few minutes before resting their hand on Whumpee's back.

"My silly little pet having human thoughts", Whumper chuckled, "that stupid brain of yours should only worry about pleasing me, that's all it's good for."

Whumpee gently nodded, "yes Master, please forgive me", Whumpee whispered, "I will work hard and be a good pet for you Master."

"Very good", Whumper grinned, "now go to sleep."

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[whumpshots]

Whumptober #9

Trope of the day: bruises

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It's warm. Far too warm for long sleeves, Caretaker muses as they watch Whumpee handle one of the boxes in the garage, having volunteered to help them clean up.

The kid always volunteers when it comes to such work, sometimes Caretaker has the feeling that Whumpee uses every chance they get to get out of their home.

Maybe they're not that far from the truth.

"Aren't you too warm?", Caretaker asks after Whumpee sets down the box next to the one they just carried outside themselves, but Whumpee shakes their head, drinking a sip of water, not meeting their eyes.

Caretaker decides to believe them, but watches them closely the rest of the day, noticing Whumpee flinch every now and then, their movements slowing down. A whimper escapes them when they bump into each other, Whumpee taking a few steps backwards.

"Sorry," they mutter, and Caretaker furrows their brows. They take a step closer, their throat tightening when Whumpee averts their gaze. Their eyes not leaving Whumpee's face, Caretaker reaches out and pulls up their sleeve, revealing several bruises.

Most of them are fresh and still dark, others are in different stages of colouring. It takes Caretaker a moment to pull the sleeve back down, lifting the shirt to reveal parts of Whumpee's stomach and ribs, also bruised.

They quickly pull the fabric back down, hearing Whumpee's breath hitch. Caretaker takes a step closer and pulls Whumpee into a hug, careful not to hurt them.

"Stay as long as you need to, kid. I won't send you back home." At this, Whumpee breaks down in tears.

[defire]

So it frustrates me (in whump movie scenes) when you can tell the actor has never been in this kind of pain before (or at least they're not translating it to the scene!)

Like.

Caning. Whumper should yelp and flinch, then groan and cover the spot protectively afterward.

Whipping, whumpee should should SCREAM. Do a lot of shrieking and then shudder and whimper and huddle into yourself.

Also the pain BUILDS. Even if they don't strike the same spot (they probably will though).

If whumpee is trying to be stoic, what are they doing to hold in their screams? Gripping a chair leg? Holding their breath? Cursing? At every blow, they're still going to wince, flinch, clench their fingers and toes, hyperventilate, and every other reflex your body does to get you away from danger. and if they have to hold a position they WILL be shaking by the end.

Gun pointed at they're head? Flinch. Look away for a second. Something to show that they're scared of dying or AT LEAST scared of the pain on the way.

Got cut? That pain often comes in waves (especially with infection!) so they'll be talking, then they'll wince and grab the spot with a grunt of pain, then like, "shhit." or something. Grab another shot of whiskey.

And sudden traumatic injuries they've never had before, yes, they can walk it off for a minute, if the limb is mostly functional. But as soon as that adrenaline fades and they feel like it's safe, they are going to drop, screaming.

Tied up. The instinctive reaction is a quick tug at the bonds and then start panicking at having their arms trapped.

On that note: with their ankles and wrists tied behind them, you may still be able to roll just as fast as crawling!

Also a note for whumpers, if you're threatening whumpee with a stiletto:

You are threatening to STAB into the SIDE of their neck, not slice their throat across the front!! You also want to keep them very close to you (manhandle them!) so they can't worm out of your grasp while you're threatening them. Think like a hug. <3

[tss-whumper]

whumpee was extremely underweight at the time they were rescued.

weeks pass as they are being nursed back to health by caretaker. they start to gain a lot of weight back, slowly and eventually gaining back all the weight they lost.

caretaker smiles when they see the number on the scale go up, giving whumpee a high-five or a celebratory hug.

because weight gain is NOT A BAD THING.

maybe whumpee gets a bit pudgy. maybe whumpee notices that they have flab where they didn’t before. and they SMILE. they’re getting themselves back. they’re getting their body back because they aren’t being starved anymore.

just an overall positive attitude about weight gain in hurt/comfort whump please. because it is so special to me.

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Whumpee who has been hurt and torment and abused to the point where they flinch from even a sideways glance. Being in the same room as Caretaker is hard. Being close, being touched is impossible.

But that’s all they want.

Whumpee craves a hug so much they can barely stand it. They wrap themself in blankets, cuddle with pillows, try everything they can think of.

But the idea of caretaker touching them is so intimidating.

So they start slow. Scooting closer on the couch. Gently leaning their shoulder against Caretaker’s knees. Heart beating wildly, not able to look up at them.

Resting their head on Caretakers’s calf, lap way to scary to try yet.

Asking to hold Caretaker’s hand, twice when they couldn’t go through with it the first time. Feeling Caretaker gently rub their thumb up and down.

They can get better. A little smile.