#whumper is caretaker

[avvail-whumps]

I just realised in #20 of Guns for Hire, Leo was almosted 🍇ed by one of the mercenaries when he was asleep. If you mind, could you please write something about Leo admitting that to Roy? So we can see his reaction?

“Who was your least favourite?”

The question caught Leo off guard, momentarily pausing and turning his attention away from his food. He was eating a bowl of chocolate mint covered marshmallows, some leftover from Halloween. He hummed, his head lifting off Roy’s shoulder.

“What do you mean?” He asked, catching the mercenary’s languid stare.

“I mean the other guys,” he shrugged, as if it wasn’t such a horrible memory for him. “When I was away on my contract. Who was your least favourite?”

Why was he asking him this question so suddenly? Leo’s brow crinckled as he stared at his bowl, fingers squeezing one of the marshmallows gently. The mercenary seemed to notice his obvious hesitance, and leaned down to kiss the furrow in his brow.

“It’s not a trick,” he prompted smugly. He swiped one of the marshmallows and tucked the blanket tighter around them. “I was thinking about it last night, is all.”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek softly.

“Bran,” he responded in a small voice. He didn’t want to remember them at all, but he tried to swallow down the anxiety regardless. “I think Rafi next. He freaked me out a little, especially that one time when I woke up and he—”

Leo cut himself off. He snuggled further into Roy’s side. “Nevermind.”

“Nevermind?” The mercenary parroted, shaking his head. “When you woke up and what, lion?”

“I don’t want to...” His voice trailed off. “It’s nothing.”

“Come on,” Roy encouraged softly, hand gently rubbing his arm. Leo swallowed nervously, just trying to comfort the racing of his heart with Roy’s presence and his warmth instead. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Leo knew he could. That was what made it so difficult. He released a shuddering breath, fiddling the marshmallow absentmindly. He finally set it in the bowl, and another encouraging squeeze from Roy finally forced it from his tongue.

“Rafi, he...” Leo shifted. “I don’t think—he didn’t touch me, or anything. I just, I woke up and he was on the bed...”

He frowned. “I barely even remember it. But he was—trying to take my pants off and he said, he said that—” Leo felt Roy kiss the top of his head, tucking him under his chin. He took the bowl so Leo could wrap his arms around him. “He said something about it not being as fun if I was awake, so he left me alone. I don’t even remember it that well, I don’t even know if I dreamt it.”

There was silence from the man, before he spoke in a calm, measured voice. The arm around him had tightened inexplicably.

“He did?” Roy muttured grimly. Leo gently stroked the tattoo on Roy’s arm, just under the cut of fabric of his short sleeve.

“Yeah,” he whispered, his voice so quiet. “It’s not...I really don’t even think about it.”

Sometimes Leo thought about it. Sometimes when Roy would unbutton his pants, he would imagine what it would have been like it he hadn’t woken up that night. He liked it when Roy peeled his clothes off, but the memory clung to him like dirt, and it wouldn’t come off. So, he supposed he was lying, and he knew Roy wouldn’t like it.

“Yeah?” Roy sighed curtly, kissing the top of his head like he could hear his heartbeat picking up. “I’m glad I put a bullet through his skull. Didn’t know that was a taste of his.”

When Leo remained quiet, gentle fingers slid under his chin, tilting his head back to meet his eyes. They were darker than usual, but his voice was so warm.

“None of the others touched you, right?” He asked quietly, and Leo didn’t even have time to shake his head before Roy was continuing. “Because it doesn’t matter that Bran and Sean are in hiding, I will find them. So just give me an excuse to bury them in the back garden too, lion.”

Maybe it was the morbid sentiment that made him blush, but Leo shook his head. The fingers under his chin gently stroked his cheek, and he leaned keenly into the touch as if he’d never experienced it before. His heart skipped a beat.

“No,” he whispered. “Promise.”

Roy smiled slightly, leaning forward to kiss his lips. When he pulled away, the ex-secretary happily cuddled against his side, accepting the bowl of marshmallows back.

“Good,” he sighed, leaning his head against his in the coziness of the couch. Leo didn’t have to know that he was absolutely livid, seething with jealousy at the idea Rafi had even thought about the idea of touching what was his. “I’m glad.”

[ohohobaby]

i think the morning after a bad day with caretaker is a wonderful thing.

whumpee was on edge the whole previous day- jumping at small noises and mindlessly obeying every request caretaker asked of them. whumpee made an attempt to look small, frail, just as whumper liked them.

maybe whumpee freaks out on caretaker. caretaker will brush against an old wound, or say something that whumper used to say during punishments, or god forbid raise their voice at whumpee… whatever the trigger was, it makes whumpee feel like they’re right back with whumper.

gasping sobs. shaking- no, full body rocking. pleads for mercy, they’ll be such a good little pet, they swear.! caretaker calms them down as best they can, shushing whumpee sweetly…

but the next morning is beautiful.

whumpee rounds a corner, eyeing caretaker in the living room, expected to be denied breakfast, clothes, expected to make up for the commotion they caused yesterday-

“oh, hi, good morning! how does scrambled eggs and bacon sound?”

caretakers offer is foreign to whumpee. they’re still allowed food? and kindness? after that horribly pathetic display?

[casekek]

some whump tropes that i enjoy immensely

- whumpee being overstimulated by sensory stimuli - bright lights, loud/repetitive sounds, being touched, certain smells - and wincing or shrinking down to get away from it

- unresponsive whumpee who doesn’t give a crap anymore. theyd let someone push them over and theyd just topple to the side and lay there. they don’t respond to goodwill attempts to help, like having a bowl of warm food placed in front of them. they’ve checked out.

- familiar/casual whumpees - whumpees who are familiar with being treated a certain way so they don’t put up much of a fuss to being spit on or kicked. Just groan and move on with your day (could work rly well with ‘living weapon’ i feel)

- whumpees with collars!!!! it’s too dang good. especially if it’s a shock collar and they’re afraid to speak for fear of getting zapped. Bottom line is, you are property.

- whumpee being treated like a child and getting really pissed about it. bonus if the whumper has to resort to some atypical child behavior remedies to keep whumpee in their ‘role’ - such as chains, drugs, etc

- whumpee who refuses to part with an object, such as a mask, and freaks out if anyone so much as touches it.

- caretaker removing masks or collars when the time is right - only to catch whumpee wearing it again in fear or for comfort

- whumpees hands shaking so badly they can’t write or pick things up, and breaking things because their fine motor control is so horribly shot

- whumpee’s injuries being discovered by a group of caretaker friends; whumpee attempts to minimize and de escalate the damage they endured, while friend group is getting bent out of shape in horror over what was done to whumpee, and falling over each other to begin taking care of them

- whumpee being resuscitated and immediately leaping back into action without a thought to the fact that they just DIED; caretaker friend trying to get them to slow down and rest for one freaking second

- ANY kind of retrograde amnesia is soooo tasty. Especially when they don’t remember people they love and just stare at them with a blankly polite smile - OR whumpees who become aggressive with fear over not remembering anything!!

- whumpee seeing/hearing things and freaking out about it while caretaker tries to calm them down

[fortunately-cool-penguin]

Whump Prompt

Whumper's thumb traced the curve of Whumpee's cheek, their touch surprisingly gentle. "I love you." They murmured, their eyes softening slightly. "I love you more than anything in this world. And that's why I have to punish you. That's why I have to make sure you never forget who you belong to."

"Forgive me." Whumper whispered, their voice filled with a twisted sense of love and possession. "Forgive me for what I'm about to do. Because I promise you, Whumpee, it's going to hurt. It's going to hurt like nothing you've ever felt before."

[whumper-cars]

Whumpee is being tortured in front of Caretaker, with Caretaker restrained in the corner of the room. Caretaker knows Whumper wants them to beg them to stop, so out of defiance they don't.

After a while, Caretaker starts to get restless, but they won't cave in. The thing that finally breaks them is when they make eye contact with Whumpee. With that moment, all of Caretaker's walls came crashing down.

Whumpee was looking at Caretaker with an expression between hope and fear. They wanted- no, they needed Caretaker to save them. They were being tortured for god's sake and Caretaker was just sitting there letting it happen.

The moment Caretaker started begging, Whumper paused and smiled at them. "Aww, Caretaker, if you wanted me to stop, you should've just asked!" Then they left the room, leaving Whumpee and Caretaker alone, along with Caretaker's guilt.

Feel free to add onto any of my prompts!

[f1sh-bone]

✩ Whumpee who gets blindfolded so that they don't recognize whumper

✩ Scared, injured whumpee who gets blindfolded by their caretaker, so that they don't freak out during medical treatment

✩ Scared, injured whumpee who feels comforted by their blindfold and caretakers gentle shushes

✩ Scared, injured whumpee who completely freaks out after losing their ability to see

✩ Whumpee being blindfolded by Whumper so that they don't get to see the weapons they're about to be tortured with (them not knowing what to expect makes it more fun for Whumper)

✩ Whumpee getting rescued and flinching when caretaker tries to take off their blindfold

✩ "Dangerous" nonhuman whumpee who is forced to wear a blindfold, combined with physical restrains, while being medically examined

[redd956]

20 Clothing Things in Whump

Pins inside of collars to keep people's chins up and alert

Caretaker's being known only by their eyes due to a medical face mask

Wearing concealing clothes or masks to hide previous scars, open wounds, or visible curses

Face masks, covers, and muzzles to "protect" others from a nonhuman character

Bangles, jewelry, and grandiose decor hanging off of a pet whumpee

A curse that puts a visible marking on the skin, growing in complexity as it continues to spread. New ways need to be found to cover it up, and soothe the pain.

Harnesses that are a little to tight. Corsets that make it a little hard to breathe. Chokers that are way too snug.

Bulletproof armor that is completely pierced through, blood starting to spurt out.

Jewelry that is so heavy it causes its wearer to bow their head or always keep their arms low.

Clothes that no longer fit right, leaving their wearers swimming them. If only they still had the weight.

A soldier screaming from inside their power suit, the disabled electronics unable to let them free.

Whumpee running away from their whumper finds their clothes caught on something.

Caretaker wrestling the helmet off of a slumpt body, to see if they're still breathing.

Wiping blood off of their visor, trying to see the wound they're patching, only to have to wipe again.

A battered and beaten set of armor stumbled its way in, their knees buckling, and the scrap of materials of meeting the flooring cried.

Whumpee successfully escape but now their torn and tattered clothing leaves them exposed to the elements.

Caretaker throwing their jacket onto a hypothermic whumpee.

Jewelry that is sharp enough to cut skin.

Whumpee mopping up their own sweat with removed articles of clothing while undergoing heat exhaustion.

Caretaker pulling back whumpee's hoodie to find chunks of whumpee's hair missing

[crimsons-whump-pile]

painful resurrections. give me a whumpee who thought their suffering was finally over when they died, who now has of feel agony in every cell of their body because they are not meant to be alive. it could be caretaker who revived them, or it could be whumper, but the end result is the same — whumpee just wants the pain to stop again, and they know that they’ll never be allowed to end it themself. even if they do, it’s obvious now that death is no true escape at all. not for them.

[wintertimewhump]

Power Source Whumpee

Power Source Whumpee my beloved..

Whumper carefully crafting a machine to fit Whumpee's body and hold them in place.

Whumpee hooked up to the machine nearly all the time, only allowed a four hour break to sleep each night.

The power being extracted by hundreds of needles attached to wires, sticking out of Whumpee like a pincushion.

Whumper telling Whumpee that this is their only purpose and to just be good and fulfill it. Whumpee technically not needing to eat, as the produce their own power, so Whumper doesn't even bother to feed them, causing Whumpee to feel lightheaded and dizzy.

Whumper using the power they extracted from Whumpee to hurt their friends, blasting them back with the same energy Whumpee had once used to fight Whumper.

A reluctant Whumper placing a damp cloth on Whumpee's sweating forehead, saying they're sorry, but this is necessary for the plan.

Bonus: Bad Caretaker

Caretaker defeating Whumper, about to pull Whumpee out of the machine, but then realizing how useful the power is, and thinking about how much their city needs it.

The hope in Whumpee's eyes fading when Caretaker, who was about to release them from the machine's grip, steps back and turns it on again.

Caretaker guilt tripping Whumpee, telling them that if they were to be released, a whole city would suffer in darkness.

Caretaker thanking Whumpee for their involuntary sacrifice, telling them it won't be forever, but it sure seems to last that long.

Caretaker telling Whumpee that this is what they were made for, sounding just like Whumper now.

[jordanstrophe]

Weaponized whumpee who people are terrified of.

Feared by their friends, their team; even whumper.

They were dangerous no matter how hard whumpee tried to control it. They were surrounded by their team who argued amongst each other over what to do with them.

Were they safe to be around? What if they lost control? It's only a matter of time, right?

Whumpee kept their eyes low. Their hands balled into fists, but they felt themselves squeezing another hand.

"Hey. Are you good?" Caretaker asked, wrapping an arm around them to block some of the shouting.

"I'm calm." Whumpee whispered back, worried to give anything but a positive response. They didn't want to scare caretaker too...

"Okay, why don't we go somewhere quiet for a bit." Caretaker didn't wait and had already pulled them to their feet. Their team didn't notice the departure; they were deep in argument over if they should hand whumpee to a lab to "de-weaponize them" or kill them outright.

The second the door shut, caretaker wrapped whumpee in their arms. They could feel whumpee shaking; they were just as terrified of the team as they were of them. 

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

[martyr-inthedark]

Misplaced guilt.

They should have done something (in a situation where they couldn't).

They should have known (there was no reality where they could have known).

They should've been better (they were so young).

They have to apologize in every possible moment (they shouldn't apologize for anything).

They deserve to be punished for their mistakes (they had no choice in making them).

Just. Guilt complexes. Yes please.

[avvail-whumps]

Hey since you did vampire au. Can you do one with gender switch...( of chp 30 👀 )

thank you to the other anon for the fem roy name suggestion it’s use has been long overdue🫡

The mercenary set Leona down gently against the edge of the tub, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt as she leaned over to turn the water on.

The running noise filled the bathroom, Leona’s spine shivering slightly when she felt Reine’s fingers brushing through her dirty blonde hair. Her puffy eyes slid up to meet her icy gaze, resisting the urge to sniffle.

She gently eased her back up to her feet, the woman’s hands hot against her waist. Leona resisted the urge to squirm, especially when those fingers began to tug at her shirt.

“Lift your arms up, lion,” she whispered smoothly, an edge of something seductive on her tongue. Leona’s stomach coiled. “I have to help you, after all.”

Her cheeks burned red. The idea of being stripped down to nothing in front of her captor was humiliating, with the state of her ragged body. Whether it was through fear, her arms slowly rose up, and Reine eased the shirt along with it.

She felt the cold air hit her bare skin, and she wasn’t quick enough to cover her chest from the mercenary’s assaulting eyes. They darkned, just for a moment, before a hand slid under the waistband of her pants.

She held her breath as she helped her step out of them, taking her underwear with her. There was an absence of her bra, but she hadn’t been with one for weeks now. Reine’s didn’t exactly fit.

Leona burned with humiliation. This was awful, possibly the worst thing she’d been subjected to for a while, even with the other mercenaries gone.

She desperately attempted to cover herself, tucking herself just that little bit closer so she could avoid Reine’s curious gaze. She tried to ignore the way the woman’s hands skidded along her thighs as she rose back up, settling back on her waist.

Fingers tapped under her chin, revealing Leona’s beet red face.

“Are you a little shy, baby?” She purred, her lips curved into a knowing smirk. “How about I make it a bit easier for you?”

Before Leona could ponder on what she meant, Reine was peeling off her own shirt. She almost stuttered on her own breaths, wide eyes staring at her tall, lean figure on full display.

It didn’t go amiss, all of her innocent staring, but Reine could only chuckle softly under her breath. The rest of her clothes were gone, finally unclipping her bra and tossing it in the laundry basket.

Her fingers went back under Leona’s chin, tilting her head back.

“Eyes up here, lion,” she murmured softly, and the secretary’s eyes obediently jumped up, flushing with embarrassment from her own actions. The woman switched off the water, and gently helped Leona into the tub. She went with her, the water rising to the edges of the tub, and her constant presence behind her was making her stomach twist.

Reine effortlessly tied up her black hair, before brushing Leona’s off her shoulders, bringing it back to her shoulder blades. Goosebumps littered along her skin, no matter how warm the water was.

“Don’t soak your fingers, alright?” She warned her gently, tilting her head back. She drizzled water on her hair, nails pleasantly scratching her skull as she washed all of the dirt and grime out, soothing Leona’s beating heart.

Her cheeks remained a cute little red, Reine couldn’t help but notice, but she refrained from teasing her just yet.

Once her blonde locks had been thoroughly washed, she lathered up the flannel with body wash, starting from her shoulders and gently washing her body. Leona could only sit there obediently, as still as a statue, because when Reine leaned closer to reach the front of her chest, her heart had started pounding again and she wanted to squirm.

She was sure Reine was letting her touches linger far longer than she should, and it was apparently obvious that Leona couldn’t keep as still as she’d hoped.

She felt the mercenary’s chest against her back, soapy hands gently gliding across her collarbone, just teasing the dip of her breasts.

“Something the matter, lion?” She purred, as if she didn’t know what she was doing.

Leona tried to shake her head, but her touches were driving her crazy, and she’d missed when she touched her like this. It had been far too long. Reine hummed against her neck, kissing the skin there softly. She pulled Leona back so she was lying against her chest, hand dipping under the water to tease the inside of her thigh.

“Legs up,” she ordered, the lilt of her voice making Leona practically moan. She made sure to watch her injuries, but all of that drained out of her mind once Reine’s fingers slid between her thighs, and she showed her just what she’d missed out on since her contract.

[suspensefulpen]

Darling is such a powerful word to me

Imo you use that word for someone you are truly, deeply in love with. This person is your world, your everything, you can’t live without them.

On the other hand, you use that word for someone you’re extremely possessive of. You call someone that and they’re yours for all of eternity, whether they like it or not. No one else can have them because they’re yours if they know or not is completely irrelevant.

Now, imagine Whumpee being called that by both Caretaker and Whumper…

[whump-bunny]

Whumper overestimates how much torture Whumpee can take. The once-defiant Whumpee is broken and catatonic, not speaking or reacting to anything anymore. And Whumper isn't happy about it. Though they loathe to admit it, they liked Whumpee's defiance. It was entertaining. Whumpee was entertaining. With them not speaking anymore, Whumper realizes that they miss the sound of Whumpee's voice. The snarky little comments, the sarcastic jokes, the curses screamed in rage.

Now Whumper is desperate to get the old Whumpee back. They're being extra "nice," giving Whumpee medical treatment and food, anything to make them go back to how they were before. Anything to fix their favorite toy.

Because like it or not, Whumper doesn't have anyone else.

[whumppromptoftheday]

caretaker complaining to whumper about whumpee. when whumpee goes missing, whumper asks a lot more questions about whumpee's behavior.

"i fixed them for you," whumper says, dumping whumpee on caretaker's porch a few months later

[questions-about-blorbos]

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