#whumpee gets hugs

[bilightningwriter-writing]

Mangst 2024- Day 2

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

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, amusment 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.

#ao3 writer #autistic writer #lgbt writers #whump community #whump scenes #whump writing #caretaker x whumpee #comfort whump #whump comfort #whump fluff #whumpblr #whumpee gets hugs #whumpee x caretaker #hurt/comfort #mangst2024 #mangst 2024 #writing challenge #red riding hood #fairy tale retelling #sapphic romance #sapphic love #sapphic #omegaverse #omegaverse courting #omegaverse dynamics #omegaverse fluff #omegaverse heat #omegaverse nesting #alpha beta omega dynamics

[i-write-whump]

When the caretaker, who lives with the whumpee, comes home after a long day, but the whumpee doesn't greet them when they come in (even though they usually do). The caretaker calling for them, and searching the house, and not finding them, until they hear sobbing coming from one of the closets. The caretaker going and looking in the closet, and finding the whumpee curled up, crying and shaking. Them gently getting the whumpee’s attention, and then holding their arms out to them in an invitation for a hug. The whumpee glancing up at them with tear filled eyes, and then curling up in the caretaker’s arms. The caretaker still having no idea what's going on, but just cradling the whumpee close and stroking their back, knowing that they can ask later, and that right now, the important thing is making sure the whumpee gets comfort.

#whump #whump prompt #prompt #writing prompt #worried caretaker #crying #scared whumpee #whumpee hides in a closet #whumpee gets hugs #crying into the caretaker's shoulder #cuddling #kind of #comfort #hurt/comfort #missing whumpee #sort of

[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)

#whump #whump prompts #pet whump #nonhuman whumpee #mine #honestly i like looking at it the second way #whumpee's new master gives them affectionate scritches and a soft warm bed in the corner of their bedroom #they don't get mad when whumpee gets lonely at night and curls up at the foot of their bed instead #the most extreme 'punishment' they've ever given was a firm bap on the nose with one finger #when whumpee lashed out and almost bit them as a panic response once #and even then #they gave whumpee a hug afterwards and rubbed their back and told them they're not mad - they knew whumpee was just scared and not thinking

[albino-whumpee]

Cw//noncon, pet whump, nonhuman whumpee, child abuse, experiments, self loathing, death, forced to watch, betrayal

Im having a Kuro sad hours so I’m just gonna tell you that this man has gone through hell.

He wasn’t only severely abused by his father before he killed him, he also didn’t stop walking aimlessly for weeks hoping a human would shoot him dead only to get abducted into a facility that made experiments with exceptional druls where he met his very first friends.

He also escaped that place even tho he didn’t want to because his lover had been his whole life inside that facility and wanted to see the world that had rejected their whole existence. He escaped because he trusted he would be by his side, so even a ruined awful world like that was worth living because it had his lover and his friends in it, but Kuro lost his reasoning when he had to leave his lover behind to escape.

So when he goes back for him, he realizes he has gone through the last stage of the experiments and having him back means killing him. So when he refuses to do so, and continues to fight him, who’s several times stronger than him, he has to make a deal with the owner of the facility in order to help him return back to normal.

Even if the price is his own freedom and his lover’s memories about him.

Only for years after systematically killing his own species because of orders of his “owner”, he sees his lover fall in love with someone else, over and over. Until he realizes the person he loved is long dead now and searches for someone else to fill that void. Only to find the person that loves him back so much, that would give her life for him, rapes him in order to get a child out of him, even after a million talks about how he couldn’t let that happen.

So when she delivers, he takes the new born, realizes the miracle he has in his hands before he burns half of his face to make him unrecognizable and gives him away before announcing his child died at birth.

Not because he couldn’t be a father, not because of revenge, but because he knew both, the thing crawling inside him would search to kill him in order to enter his son’s body, and the owner of his life, the person who gave him back his lover, would do anything to kill that child.

So when his lover realizes what he did for him, the atrocities he committed in the name of “protection” he hears him swear to him he will kill him and make the world go to hell with him. He actually agrees and lets him try, but when he’s so close to, his owner rescues him. Seizing full control over his territory and starting a full blown war with humanity by using him as a weapon.

A weapon his lover wants dead and his beloved protégée wishes to save when he has become a weapon himself because he will be useful against the real enemy in this war.

This man’s only wish was to have the people next to him be happy.

His sin was that it didn’t matter to him if the world caught on fire if it made them happy.

#he’s my little meow meow #whose only dream was to be hugged and be told he did a good job #but that would be turning away from the people he killed #in order to get that fantasy #he’s honestly my favorite character because he suffers so much #and he’s not allowed to die #so I’m gonna make sure even the audience pleads for his death #:) #whump #tw death #tw noncon #tw nonhuman whumpee #tw whumpee #oc #Kuro #pet whump #? #ig?

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Whumpmas in July - Day 5

My favorite whumpee? That’s hard.

On this site, there are tons I love, but picking one it’s probably @redwingedwhump ‘s Harrow. I never managed to go through with writing a bad guy (well... past bad guy) and I adore him. I’ve read Captured multiple times and it’s just so good.

Of my own, it’s definitely Damien. I enjoy writing Caldyn most, but I enjoy hurting Damien most. Sorry my dear.

In other media, that’s hard. Especially since it says “lately" and “lately” I’ve done nothing than hang out on Tumblr and roll my own blorbos around in my head.

I haven't seen a single episode of Once Upon A Time, and I am already in love with Hook, thanks to our great gif makers here :D

Most video games I play don’t really fit, but my Breannan has been very much inspired by Malomedies from GW2 (who’s just a very minor side char).

As for books, I am having a hard time calling a character of another author a “whumpee” (especially if they could ever find this post dasghdka) but I have been dying to read Rubem’s story, and now that I have the book in my hands, I get scared after half a page and have to close it because aaaaaa.

In general, I think my most common theme is sad, self-loathing, hurt magic men (gender neutral), huh. At least 2 of 3 apply most of the time.

#whumpmasinjuly #wij22day5 #I mean there's two more whumpees I adore but they're so shy #-grabs a bag of M&Ms and watches them get their well deserved hugs-

[sibling-whump]

One of the go-to whump scenarios my brain goes to as I'm falling asleep is always Whumpee who's literally never felt a gentle touch in their life. They look at other people getting hugs, friendly pats on the shoulder, handshakes, and think, Wow. I wish I was capable of recieving that. and then go on with their day.

They quite firmly believe that everytime someone makes contact with them, it will hurt. It just will, because of course it will. Why wouldn't it?

Maybe they used to question it, once upon a time, or feel bitter — Why wouldn't it? Why? Why do they always have to hurt? — but, by now... it's just a very simple fact of their life. The sky is blue, water flows, and they are meant to be hurt.

#whump #whump prompt #conditioned whumpee #whumpee

[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.

#whump #whump ideas #whump prompts #whump community #whump concept #whumpee #whump prompt #whump idea #whump writing #tss whumper #tss whumper ideas

[chiharuuu22]

During the healing process, Whumpee needed many things, both for physical and mental healing. What are they?

Rest. Of course. There is no need to explain anymore. A good rest would restore Whumpee's body and mind after all his stress and suffering.

Calmness. From the environment and the people around Whumpee. Apart from the hospital, an isolation house far from the hustle and bustle of the chaotic city would be a good place to support Whumpee's recovery. Maybe a Caretaker's house would be better.

Medical. Medication is consumed to support healing (antibiotics, vitamins, painkillers, etc.). Medical equipment was used during the treatment and healing period. Professional medical personnel will care for Whumpee until he is completely healed.

Foods high in nutrition. Of course, it's easy to digest. Healthy food usually doesn't taste good, but it's the Caretaker's job to make the food able to whet Whumpee's appetite.

Water. There is no need to ask. Hydration is very important for Whumpee's body as it recovers.

Snack. Taking medicine every day definitely makes Whumpee bored. A little snack will help. The cookies, candy, or chocolate that Whumpee eats after swallowing the bitter medicine will make him smile.

Fresh air and morning sunshine. Many people say that fresh air and morning sunlight are also good medicine for recovery. Taking a breath and basking in the cool of the morning would be great for Whumpee.

Clean clothes. Replace every two times a day.

Bathe. Bathing in the morning and evening makes the body fresh and clean. Maybe at first, Caretaker won't immediately pour water but will wipe Whumpee's body with soapy water.

Straighten hair. Maybe cut it when Whumpee starts to get better. Apart from making it look fresher, Whumpee will also feel comfortable.

Comfort items. Plusies, stuffed animals, pillows, blankets, photos, scent, or anything else that can keep Whumpee calm and comfortable during the recovery period.

A change of scenery during recovery will also be helpful. Occasionally moving Whumpee to the living room, sitting him in the dining room, accompanying him on the terrace, or taking him to sit on the grass in the garden will make Whumpee feel better.

Light and pleasant conversation. Don't expect to be able to interrogate Whumpee during the recovery period if you don't want to be shouted at by Caretaker.

Touch. Whumpee is definitely touch-starved. A holding hand, a caress on the cheek, a stroking of the hair, a light kiss on the forehead, a hug, or a backrest when sitting will be what Whumpee really needs.

Calming sentences. Simple sentences that make Whumpee feel safe, such as "It's okay, you're safe", "I'm here", "no one will hurt you anymore", "I will take care of you", "it was just a dream, it's all over", "just rest, don't think about anything", "go to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up", "you did a good job", "I'm proud of you", "thank you for coming back to me," "I'm happy you are here," "I love you," and others.

Caretaker. There is no need to ask. Caretaker is the "medicine" that Whumpee needs most for his healing.

Anything you want to add?

#whumpee #caretaker #whump #caretaking #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #whump writing #whump scenario #recovery whump #whump dialogue #medical whump #whump comfort #whump prompt #whumpblr #whump tropes #whump recovery #comfort whump

[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.

#Whump prompt #conditioned whumpee #touch starved

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee's only semi-conscious when they're rescued. Caretaker tries desperately to hug them, but whumpee doesn't have energy to lift their arms; so caretaker half-drapes them across their chest in their lap to get to hold them.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #whump prompt #caretaker prompt #whump fluff #hurt/comfort #comfort whump #comfort prompt #rescued whumpee #whump tropes #unconscious whumpee

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

how to write a character who suffers a PTSD from their past toxic relationship, how they can react / what they might say in certain situations

trigger warnings for abuse, domestic violence, ed

how they can react in certain situations

✘ avoid making eye contact, but will look up to meet caretaker’s eyes immediately if caretaker tells them to — for instance, caretaker is concerned about whumpee who keeps their gaze on the floor all the time; so, without thinking, caretaker says, “ look at me”. it doesn’t matter if they say it in a soft, comforting tone, they immediately regret it because whumpee quickly jerks their head up to meet caretaker’s eyes, fully thinking caretaker will hurt them if they don’t obey.

✘ whumpee is used to receiving orders. they don’t understand the concept of saying no and not being punished for it. so anything caretaker asks them to do (keyword; ask, whumpee can absolutely say no), whumpee will comply whether or not they want to (but they will do their best to make sure it looks like they want to).

✘ avoid staying in a crowded room or even an open space. whumpee will most likely seek comfort from some quiet corner where they’re away from anybody and nobody can bother them.

✘ an open space where there’s no one around can also bother whumpee, because it’s not just about being surrounded by a lot of people that’s triggering to whumpee. being alone in an open space can make whumpee feel extremely exposed, like an easy target.

✘ so mostly, whumpee will seek some quiet corner where they are alone and aren’t easily seen.

✘ they don’t like being the center of attention or being talked about. because this can also make them feel vulnerable, uncomfortable and exposed.

✘ physical touch that comes with no heads up, the ones that catch whumpee off guard, can result in a terrible reaction from whumpee, even if it’s an act of affection (a hug, a friendly pat on the shoulder, etc), because whumpee has already associated all kind of physical contact with pain and violence. so if someone touches them, they reflexively expect it to hurt.

✘ being jumpy in general. they may flinch away at any loud noise, any physical touch.

✘ lack of opinions in general. if they have to engage in a conversation where more than two people are talking about something, whumpee will remain quiet. not because they’re shy but because they 1.) think their opinions don’t matter 2.) are afraid they might say something wrong that’ll get them punished 3.) don’t want to risk speaking out of turn.

✘ whumpee expect themself to be punished if they make a mistake, doesn’t matter how small the mistake is — for instance, whumpee accident knocks over a glass of water, causing it to shatter, and immediately starts to panic, because they believe they will get punished for it.

✘ the rules whumper previously set for whumpee may still be effective for whumpee, even if they’re with caretaker now; whumpee still follows whimper’s rules because 1.) it’s an old habit 2.) they just want to stay safe.

✘ they can react poorly to food. whumpee may have no appetite at all, and can develop a wave of anxiety that can lead to nausea if they’re forced to eat. (this doesn’t mean caretaker is supposed to just let them starve though, only that it can be challenging and caretaker has to be very careful about how they approach this, how they handle the situation to help whumpee.)

✘ insomnia. whumpee having trouble sleeping at night, this can cause them to feel tired during daytime.

things they can say in certain situations

✘ “it’s okay.”

✘ “I’m used to it.”

✘ “I can be good. I’ll be good.”

✘ “I don’t deserve this.” (on being shown kindness)

✘ “it’s what I deserve.” (on being hurt)

✘ “why are you kind to me?”

✘ “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” (on making a mistake)

✘ “please, don’t be mad at me.”

✘ “I’ll do better next time.”

✘ “you’re not angry?”

✘ “it’s up to you”

✘ “either is fine with me.” (on being asked to pick something or to give an opinion)

✘ “it’s my fault.”

#ptsd #whump #angst #writing #writer #writeblr #whumpblr #whump tropes #whump prompts #writing tropes #writing prompts #writing tips #whump community #tropes #prompts #whump trope #whump prompt #trope #prompt #writing trope #writing prompt #angst tropes #angst prompts #angst trope #angst prompt #writers

[whumpshaped]

I know it's cliche, but hear me out. The Whumpee thinks Caretaker is their new master trope, just that Caretaker is trying to give Whumpee a bath, and Whumpee used to be punished being drowned or something like that, so they beg Caretaker that they'll be good, that they'll behave, etc.

tw past trauma, caretaker new master, conditioned whumpee

“No! No, please, Master, I’m sorry!”

“What’s gotten into you?” Caretaker stared down at the poor thing in front of them hugging their legs like there was no tomorrow. “Whumpee–”

“I’ll be good! I’ll behave! I don’t know what I did, Master, I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being so stupid that I didn’t even realise I was being bad! I’m so sorry!”

“Whumpee, I’m just trying to give you an opportunity to wash up–”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry–”

Caretaker sighed. Alright, they just had to pet their hair and wait it out.

“Hey, Whumpee…” they tried again once the pet had quieted down a little. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yes, Master,” they sniffled. They didn’t sound very okay, but it was a start. “I’m s-sorry.”

“Why do you think you did something wrong, honey?”

“I– I must’ve, I must’ve! I know I did something, if you want t-to– to ‘give me a bath’, I– please, please d-don’t, I’m so sorry…”

Caretaker frowned. “What do you think a bath means?”

Whumpee looked up at them with those wide, tear-filled eyes, so terrified that Caretaker could barely stand it. “D-drowning, Master. Please, I, I know I must deserve it, but please, punish me any other way! I can’t do it again, I can’t, please…”

Oh, that sick bastard.

“Shh, sweetie… It’s okay…” They tried to unwrap Whumpee’s arms from around their legs so they could help them stand up, but eventually they just settled for getting on the floor with them. They pulled Whumpee into a tight hug, rubbing their back as they continued to cry. “I didn’t mean it like that… I’m never gonna hurt you like that, yeah? Ever.”

“Y-you’re… not?”

“No, of course not. Of course not. I promised you’d be safe here, and I meant it. Let’s just calm down.”

#asks #whump #whump drabble #past trauma #caretaker new master #conditioned whumpee #recovery fic #comfort

[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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[justbreakonme]

“P-please- I can’t- I can’t!”

“What? You can’t what?”

Whumpee shook their head frantically, struggling to breath.

“Whu- Oh! Oh no, okay, okay, I think you’re having a panic attack- oh my god, um, okay- Deep breaths, everything’s gonna be okay…”

Caretaker’s hands moved up, then down, unable to decide where they should go, what they should do. Whumpee hadn’t had a panic attack in front of them before, and, hell, they were practically still strangers. What should they do?

‘Think, dumbass, what are they scared of? Then, stop whatever it is, or get rid of it.’

They looked around, seeing nothing but the rest of the house, until… oh.

It wasn’t what they saw. It was what they heard.

The downstairs neighbors had the football game on, god, Caretaker had drowned it out so much that they forgot it pretty much. But, the yelling…

“Hey- is it the guy downstairs? He yells at the TV, no one’s mad at you, it’s okay, it’s okay-“

They move to hug them but then pause, then remember how desperately Whumpee had clung to them when they were rescued. They gently wrapped an arm around whumpees shoulder, careful to avoid putting any pressure on or near their chest, but…

It was like it startled them enough to move, and they were instantly digging their fingers into Caretakers shoulders, clinging to them once again.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay- I’ve got you,” Caretaker let their hands settle against whumpees back, rubbing gentle circles, “You’re here, you’re safe, no one is upset, you don’t have to do anything.”

#in honor of football season starting? #I think it is? #I have no idea #I’ve just been hearing ads #whump #whumpee #caretaker #panic attack #tw panic attack #clumsy caretaker #caretaker doing their best #whump scenario #rescue

[a-living-canvas]

Blue

TW : noncon touch

"Mmm…"

Whumpee blinked their eyes a few times. Their head was pounding hard and the only thing that they could see was the television screen. They were laying on their stomach on the bed, along with Whumper who was hugging them tightly from behind. 

It was suffocating.

Whumper pushed a strand of hair behind Whumpee's ear as they watched the television together. Whumpee couldn't hear a thing though, they could only focus on their breathing.

In…and out…

In…and out…

In…and—

Whumpee gasped softly as Whumper tightened their grasp on them. Their legs were chained together under the blanket. The room was dark, Whumpee could only rely on the light from the television screen to see anything in the room. It was one drowsy night for them.

They got drugged by Whumper and couldn't do anything other than let out a few incoherent mumbles. Their body was too weak to resist any touch coming from their captor. Even when their hair was being tugged slightly for Whumper to braid. 

Whumper looked at their half-lidded gaze and chuckled. They love seeing Whumpee in this state. They looked so cute and vulnerable. Whumper couldn't get enough of Whumpee's soft skin and beautiful hair.

Whumpee yawned tiredly. They wanted to sleep, even just for a moment. They could feel their brain melting under the influence of the drug. But Whumper just wouldn't let them rest, right?

"Aww…sweetie, are you tired?" 

Whumper asked in a condescending tone. They continued stroking Whumpee's hair, a devilish smile forming on their lips. They turned off the televisyen, making the room turn pitch dark now.

Whumpee swallowed hard at the sudden lack of sounds and light. They could only hear the rustling sound coming from Whumper as they adjusted themself to get closer to Whumpee. 

I hate this, Whumpee thought. Get away from me.

They wished they could talk and scream and yell at Whumper for treating them like a rag doll. But the only thing that they could do was watch that monster do whatever they wanted to do to them. 

Whumper started unbuttoning Whumpee's shirt. The action alone made Whumpee murmured in desperate pleas. They struggled and squirmed under them.

"Shh…don't worry. I know you were bored watching the television."

Whumper said as they leaned closer to Whumpee's ear. "That's why I think we should have a little fun tonight."

Whumpee's eyes widened in fear. They struggled even more. "N…no…please…"

"It's okay, Whumpee. I'll make you feel good."

Whumper said as they ripped off Whumpee's shirt, leaving the poor creature started crying and whimpering. Whumper smirked at the sight. 

"You can't run away from me now."

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[aceofwhump]

Do you have a favorite small moment of whump? Like rather than a whole big scene something really small and fleeting, i.e. a micro expression, a grimace in the background, a minor wince, etc.

Oh man nonny small moments of whump is one of my favorite aspects of whump. I have so many I adore. The big stuff is fun but when it comes down to it, it's the small aspects that tend to give me those whumperflies. Here are some of my absolute favorite small moments of whump:

When the character is feeling faint and they sway just a little bit before collapsing to their knees

Flinching. Nothing better than a flinch. I love the big full body flinching but even the really small ones that you can just barely notice give me whumperflies

Fevers. Everything about fevers is wonderful. The light blush on their cheeks, laying a hand on their forehead, the heavy breathing, the little moans. Ugh i love it so much

Bruises. Especially like one on the jaw from a punch to the face

When a character has a headache and they close their eyes and they get that little crinkle of pain between their brows

Shaky hands! Either from fear, cold, illness, etc A little tremor in the hands is so good.

Tears!! Come on you can't beat tears!

An arm slung over the shoulder of a caretaker in a support/carried kind of way

Applying a bandage to a wound. My favorite is when it's a hand injury.

Running their hands through the whumpee's hair when they're unconscious/sleeping. If that happens I DIE

Being covered with a blanket when they've passed out on the couch or something

Coughing. Especially anime sick episode coughing.

Hugging!! Hugging is ALWAYS good!

Scar reveals!

#small moments are the BEST #whump #ask #mod replies #small moments of whump