#whumper and whumpee

[mj-iza-writer]

Warning- swear words, hair shaving.

"Okay, Whumpee, are you ready?", Whumper sighed and plugged in their razor.

Whumpee sobbed as they shook their head no.

"Geesh, don't make me feel worse than I already do", Whumper sighed, "I don't want to shave your head either, I really like your hair."

Whumper turned on the razor.

Whumpee turned fast, making Whumper stop.

"There has to be another way to fix this without shaving it... please", Whumpee sobbed.

"Whumpee, they rubbed the hair removal chemical into your scalp. It's coming out in clumps, and your scalp is burned from the chemical", Whumper looked down at them, "I have to treat the burns on your scalp, plus your remaining hair is singed. It's best to restart it so new hair will grow and be healthy."

Whumpee shook as they tried to hold back tears.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, I promise you that is the last time I allow anyone to watch you while I'm out of town", Whumper sighed, "I told them not to touch you, just let you go about chores and make sure you were alive. Have the guards help if you need a punishment."

Whumpee sat back down on the floor in between Whumper's legs.

"Okay", Whumpee sighed, "get it over with please."

Whumper turned on the razor and rested it on Whumpee's head for a second so they could feel it. They then started to shave the damaged hair away.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut as their hair fell all around them.

Whumper felt their anger rise with every glide they made with the tool.

'They will fucken pay for damaging my slave', Whumper thought to themself.

"Okay we're done", Whumper exhaled with annoyance, "let's go to the bathroom and clean you up in the tub, then I'll put some ointment on those burns."

Whumpee leaned over the tub and let Whumper spray over their head and shoulders. Once done, Whumper gently patted Whumpee's scalp dry.

"Go ahead and sit on my bed, I'll be in to take care of you", Whumper sprayed the tub over to get rid of the loose hair.

Whumpee groaned as they climbed onto the bed and waited. They glanced at a mirror that sat across from the bed. They felt like it was mocking them.

They quickly got up and went out into the hall.

Whumper walked up, "my bed isn't out here."

"I-I can't look in the mir-mirror, I don't want to se-see it", Whumpee struggled to explain, they wanted to cry and scream so badly.

Whumper sighed, "okay. Okay, go ahead and go to the dining room. I'll grab the stuff and be down."

"I'm sorry", Whumpee whispered.

"It's okay, I know your hair was important to you and this was a lot", Whumper comforted, "I am not happy that this happened to you."

"Thankyou", Whumpee whispered before heading to the dining room.

Whumper came down after a few minutes carrying a few things.

"Alright let's see", Whumper set everything down and started to look over Whumpee's scalp.

"Not as bad as I thought", Whumper sighed in relief, "it looks like just one bad burn, it looked like it was bigger when I first saw it so that is a relief."

"What is that stuff used for master?", Whumpee asked while Whumper gently applied an ointment, "what did they use on me?"

"It's a hair remover, people use it to remove unwanted hair from their bodies, like on their arms and legs. If not careful and if not used properly the chemicals can burn your skin", Whumper looked over the burns again, "it shouldn't be used on sensitive areas such as the scalp because the skin is sensitive."

Whumpee listened intently.

"It also shouldn't be left on for an extended amount of time because of chemical burns. Also why it shouldn't be used on the scalp as it's hard to clean out."

Whumper added a little more ointment before reaching for gauze, "does your head feel okay? Doe anything sting?"

"It feels okay Master, the burn doesn't hurt as much right now", Whumpee finally looked up at Whumper, "thankyou Master for helping your slave."

"You're welcome, and don't worry. The person who did this will pay dearly", Whumper frowned, "okay, I'm going to wrap your head in gauze so the ointment will stay on. You get the rest of today off. It's the least I could do since this happened."

"Really Master, you mean it", Whumpee seemed to be lightening up a bit. Whumper smiled.

"Yes of course", Whumper concentratedon applying the gauze, "you deserve it after all of this, and don't worry, your hair will grow back in no time."

When their head was finally wrapped in the gauze Whumpee turned and gave a small grin to Whumper.

"I'm glad to see you smiling again", Whumper grinned.

"Thankyou Master for taking care of me, I didn't deserve your gentle care", Whumpee beamed.

"You're welcome. Now go enjoy some rest time. I have something to attend to", Whumper smiled, "I have something special planned for dinner as well."

"Really", Whumpee squirmed excitedly.

"Yes, now run along. Please, try not to itch your head", Whumper smiled as they watched Whumpee wander off.

Whumper quickly walked to a hidden door. They slammed and locked it behind them. No need to chance Whumpee coming down their.

They could hear the muffled cries halfway down the steps.

"Hello bastard, are you ready for your punishment", Whumper sauntered over to a tool bench paying little mind to their prisoner.

Chains clancked together as whining became louder and more desperate.

Whumper finally turned to the person.

"I considered you a friend and trusted my prized possession to your care. I told you not to touch them. Make sure they're alive and taken care of, and that they do their chores. If they act up, have the guards deal with Whumpee. Or write it down, and I'd deal with it upon my return."

Whumper crouched down in front of the prisoner and frowned.

The person yelled into the gag they had tightly stuffed in their mouth.

"Shh", Whumper held their pointer finger over their mouth, "you don't get to talk, I'm talking", Whumper whispered threateningly, "I'm about to show you why you don't fuck with me, but this lesson will be short lived as you are about to die."

The person looked at Whumper with a terrified expression before pulling at their chains.

"I'm not one to play with, I'm quite dangerous, the police should have told you more before you took this assignment", Whumper stood and walked back to the tool bench, "I appreciate you giving me a heads up about the police planning a raid, my guards are well prepared to welcome them."

"You know there was a period of time Whumpee had to deal with my bad side, they were terrified of me", Whumper grinned, "but they finally gave in to me and my will. Now they are happy and taken care of. I take care of my people, you know", Whumper began mixing something.

They stepped over and pulled the gag from the person's mouth.

"Any last things to say before I put this science experiment on your head", Whumper held up the mixture.

"Please, I want to be your friend, the police were monitoring you through me", the person stuttered as they eyed the chemical, "please don't put that on my head, please."

"Hmm thanks for letting me know about the police, I'll be sure to let them know you said goodbye", Whumper grinned, "that doesn't explain why you did that to Whumpee."

"Th-they heard me talking to the police, they were about to call a guard into the house", the person stated then gulped.

Whumper frowned, and started to dump the mixture on the person's head.

They screamed as the mixture slid over their head and face.

It burnt. Their skin felt as though it was melting.

A guard stepped in a few minutes later.

"Oh good", Whumper smiled, "go ahead and take them out of their misery. Finalize that the home and guards are ready for a police raid, I'm sure they'll be here soon when they don't hear from this person. I'm going to find Whumpee."

The guard nodded and went to work.

Whumper was met by two guards at the entrance.

"We heard about the police, everything is secured. You should have no issues", one of them stated, "the bunker is prepared in case you need it though."

"Thankyou", Whumper frowned, "such a pain all of this."

They caught sight of Whumpee peaking around the corner.

"Come here", Whumper sighed.

Whumpee cowarded away from the guard's glare as they made their way to Whumper.

They bowed to Whumper, "I'm sorry Master."

"What are you doing sneaking around?", Whumper frowned.

"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't Master", Whumpee shakily stated.

"Explain", one of the guards stated impatiently.

Whumpee shook as they looked at Whumper, "I know you let me have today off, but I was afraid you wouldn't have your tea. So I made you some, I was trying to find you when I heard you talking. I didn't want to disturb you, so I was waiting."

Whumper relaxed their face to a smile and looked at their watch, "ah yes it is time for tea. I believe the guards here know what needs to be done. Let's go to my office."

Whumper nodded to the guards as they walked pass, "you know what to do", Whumper whispered.

Whumpee quietly walked beside Whumper as they walked to the office.

"Are you feeling okay Whumpee?", Whumper saw them wipe a tear.

"Ye-yes sir, I apologize for my emotions", Whumpee hurried to straighten up, "I didn't know I was interrupting you. I should have listened to what you had said about resting. I'm sorry."

"You're not in trouble I appreciate you thinking about me", Whumper smiled, "don't worry about what is going on around us, let's enjoy some tea together."

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[honeycollectswhump]

Can we get any insight into Ashtray's conditioning/training, or maybe Mistress trying many different types of cigarettes to compare the taste (and how they burn him differently)? He's my new favorite little guy :)

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A Step Towards Ashtray

[masterlist]

CW: isolation, captivity, emotional distress, cigarette burn, implied pet whump

Behind the heavy, metal door there is a young man, though legally that description would be wrong. Behind the door, there is a future companion object, handpicked to satisfy his potential buyers in any way possible. But then again, right now he is barely at the start of his journey to becoming a perfect companion object, so Eskil Thorn just calls him a trainee, his trainee. 

It had been quite the odyssey over the past two weeks or so, watching the trainee scream and claw at the door, sobbing a certain name. Of course, that did nothing to help him. Eskil knows the recipe to the perfect start is letting the trainees simmer in isolation for a bit before introducing them to their future purpose. Now that the screaming has finally stopped, maybe from exhaustion or his voice giving out, it’s a sign for Eskil to start the process.

Stepping inside, he takes in the sight before him. The trainee is curled on the floor –like a feral dog– staring at him with red-rimmed but beautifully big blue eyes. Bits of ripped-out hair lay around him and Eskil makes a mental note to nip that behaviour in the bud. His golden-blond hair is one of the trainee's assets, which will eventually put him in a high price range and Eskil can’t let him ruin that.

“Are you ready for your lesson?”

The trainee nods frantically.

“Please, sir, anything! I– I can’t– please!” he rasps, inching forward to Eskil. 

If he were any other designation, Eskil would love the begging. It’s always a sweet surprise when the trainees exhibit these behaviours early on. Unfortunately however, that won’t be a necessary skill for him, though it is undeniably a promising start.

With shaking hands, the trainee grasps onto Eskil’s pants, his eyes shining with tears. “Don’t leave me alone, sir, please!”

Perfect.

“Sure, I’ll stay with you for a while. But you have to do something for me first.”

See, where the other handlers try to force it, Eskil lets his trainees take their first steps on their own. And to get them motivated, isolation works wonders. 

The trainee is basically vibrating with desperation. It’s not his first lesson. He doesn’t beg to be let out anymore, not since they shocked his signature out of him, and he’s given up on insisting on “his name”. Instead, it is a sort of resigned despair that makes him perfectly malleable.  

“Wh-what do you want me to do?”

With a smile, Eskil pulls out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket. Something warm prickles in his chest as he looks at the lighter, a gift from his wife, decorated with small doodles. Slowly, he lights the cigarette and takes a single drag, watching smoke fill the room. 

He sits down, his legs crossed, and lets himself be warily watched by the trainee. They stay like that in silence, Eskil sitting patiently, the trainee kneeling on all fours before him like a dog, seemingly undecided between wanting to lean away in suspicion and throwing himself in Eskil’s lap. 

Then, he holds out the burning cigarette, inching it closer to the trainee, who just blinks uncomprehendingly. Maybe his future purpose is still beyond his understanding, Eskil supposes. 

“Come on, give me your arm, will you.” 

The trainee flinches and gawks at him with those big blue eyes, his lip twitching as he suppresses a cough. 

“Why?” he whispers, his eyes fixating on the cigarette. Still, he doesn’t move away from Eskil’s vicinity.

“Oh,” Eskil chuckles, “I think you know exactly what for. Now, don’t you want to be a good boy? It’ll be worth it, it’ll all be worth it in the end, I promise.”

Eskil just watches the trainee’s shocked expression morph between conflicting emotions. The promised touch is like a drug in his starved and isolated state. Until eventually, the trainee nods, defeated. He holds out his arm as if he could choose.

Deliberately, Eskil moves the cigarette bud closer and closer to his shoulder. The trainee only tenses up, flinching away from the heat, but makes no move to flee. 

The cigarette makes contact with his skin and he lets out a strangled yelp, eyes flitting to Eskil’s face, as if trying to figure out if this noise would be enough to make Eskil leave. 

Ash spreads over the trainee’s pale skin. There is barely a mark beneath it yet, but it will come in time—his first burn blister of hopefully many. 

Satisfied, Eskil flicks the extinguished cigarette to the side and opens his arms. After a breath of hesitation Eskil pretends not to notice, the trainee flings himself into his embrace, his chest hitching with silent sobs. 

He claws into Eskil’s shirt with a feral need that goes beyond the two weeks of isolation, beyond the acclimation period after the walk-in. Maybe he sees something in him, some sort of figure he lost and whose comfort he secretly grieved. It is all out in the open now, the trainee’s soul ripped fresh open for the world to see. A brief burst of vulnerability, soon to be replaced by perfect obedience. 

Suddenly, hesitantly, the trainee raises his head from Eskil’s shoulder, catching his gaze with immense sorrow.

“Sir? What… what will happen to my little brother? N-now that he’s all alone and he’s never been alone, I’ve always been there for him and he’s–”

Eskil shushes him softly, laying one hand on the back of the trainee’s head.

“There’s no my for you anymore, never forget that. But I’m sure he’ll manage.”

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[gotta-whump-them-all]

Whumper Needs 'Punishment' Ideas

Here are some torture ideas for your whumpers <3

If your whumper smokes let's have them light their cigarette out on whumpee

Whumper forcing whumpee to hurt themself

Also we can have whumper act like they're going to hurt whumpee, but they're only doing it to scare them

Whumper forcing whumpee to face a fear. Whether it be the dark, spiders, etc it's up to you and whumper

Whumpee who has sensory issues and is forced to wear something that is extremely uncomfortable on their skin

Good ol' spanking

A ruler to the wrist until whumpee physically can'r stop his hands from shaking out of pain

Leave whumpee in silence and locked for hours to days on end. No food no nothing, they don't deserve it

No food, water, or sleep for a misbehaving whumpee. Whumper will even punish whumpee if they ask for them

Whumper removing one of whumpee's senses. Sight, touch, hearing, etc anything works really

Treat them like a dog. Maybe whumper thinks that whumpee is acting like a dog, so they should be treated as such

Simple things even like time out. Have whumper place whumper in the corner for a certain amount of minutes

Simple, writing lines. Whumper will make whumpee write 100 lines of words of "I will not......" and if they mess up a word, redo that line

going to bed without dinner is always a good one

If whumper has a whumpee who mouths off, give whumpee the silent treatment. Whumpee chooses to be ignored, or stop

On the other hand take away whumpee's speaking privileges. They can't speak unless it's a whole hearted genuine apology

Completely ignoring whumpee is good too

And if whumper is feeling up to it, have whumpee sit in a corner for some amount of minutes and then ask if they'll apologize now

Here's a semi-oddo one, have whumpee eat stuff like hot pepers until their mouth is burning and then not give them milk

And to end this list off we have just simply washing whumpee's mouth out with soup

(give me any more ideas if you have some)

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[pigeonwhumps]

Hunting Night

Sam and Lucan masterlist

Whump Girl Summer day 5: hunted for sport | traditions

@whumpawoman

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Kara and Edith are hunted as part of a centuries-old tradition.

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CWs: non-human whumpee, use of silver on a vampire and werewolf, slavery, hunting for sport, bounty hunting, mentioned murder, hate crime, discrimination, dehumanisation, burning, taunting, bound, broken bones, painful transformation, whumpee thinks caretaker is new whumper, caretaker turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, implied past rape, mentioned panic attack, branding, grief, vigil mention, scared whumpee, expectation/fear of punishment, sadistic whumpers, gore, drinking blood

She should've known better.

That's all Kara can think as the bus grinds to a halt yet again. She should've known better. Tonight's Hunting Night, and everyone knows you don't go out on Hunting Night. Even humans don't, if they can help it, because it's so easy to pretend that, well, you attacked them because you thought they were a glamoured faerie or an untransformed werewolf and it wasn't your fault, really, and although Hunting Night is illegal the police don't care enough to even give cautions. No non-human would ever report an attack anyway.

They should never have gone out. Certainly not in the late afternoon. But the fridge broke, and Edith's blood apparently tastes bad (she won't say so, but the look on her face was proof enough), and she went so long without anything at all that Kara never wants her to make do with sour blood. Kara's food is going off too, she won't be able to eat it all before it's rotten. And on top of all that, Edith seems to believe it's her fault, somehow.

So they had to go and buy UHT mini blood cartons, and ice, and something for Kara to make Edith feel better, and Edith panicked because they were selling blood cartons laced with silver for punishing your vampire (her reading skills are still very rusty, Kara's going to kill whoever fed her them in the past), and then some people's treatment of Edith had reminded Kara of her own slavery and she'd had a panic attack, and everyone was staring and they'd almost left half the shopping behind in their rush to leave before someone called the cops.

And now they're stuck in a traffic jam. They're unlikely to make it back before moonrise, which is when the hunt starts despite being well before sunset, and this year's Hunting Night falls on a full moon.

She checks her watch. 19:00. Definitely won't make it back.

She presses the button, waiting anxiously for the bus to stop.

"We gotta get off an' walk, baby," she mutters to Edith, standing in front of her – slaves aren't allowed to sit in seats on buses if even one passenger objects and she hates it. "Moonrise."

Edith's eyes widen and she follows Kara off the bus when it finally stops, full rucksack on her shoulders.

Kara takes her hand and hurries along the pavement, taking a quick turn into an alley she knows far too well.

"Okay. Right. It ain't far, that bus takes the long way round, but we might not make it 'ome in time. If anyone attacks, Edie, run like 'ell. Ya got it? I can defend meself, jus' get outta 'ere."

"Yes, Mistress Kara."

Kara... isn't sure Edith will leave, actually, but if she pushes she'll get cowering or begging or freezing that they don't have time for, so she just nods.

"Good."

They're close when Edith does actually freeze, glancing up at the sky. Kara feels the heart palpitations she always gets when her body's partway between one form and another, at the start of her transformation, body chemicals shifting. She drops Edith's hand and backs away slightly, gritting her teeth.

Her bones and muscles crack as they break and reform, and at first it's not too bad, it's a bit like stretching, but then it gets stronger and stronger until she can't do anything but let out an ear-splitting scream. Halfway through, the scream turns into a howl, as her snout lengthens, vision changing.

She pants as she feels the aftershocks of the change, slowing down but still there. Edith is frozen entirely, eyes wide.

Vampires really don't smell good.

Kara's instincts are more animalistic like this, but as she's got older, she can recognise people, control herself a bit. When she was fifteen she may well have attacked Edith. Or perhaps not – the vampire is definitely in her pack.

Someone laughs from the end of the alleyway, and she shrinks into the shadows, Edith following.

"You might be hiding but I know you're down there! We heard you change! Come out, come out, little werewolf."

Kara sees them. There's five, and they smell like sweat and cheap aftershave and silver. And there's bloodlust in there too, excitement, the thrill of the hunt.

In a fluid motion, she grabs Edith, swings the vampire onto her back, and bounds the other way down the alley. She just runs, with no regard to where she's going. She has to get away.

She skids to a halt as the smell of silver hits her nose, so much of it, and more humans too. She hears a *thud* and hopes that Edith's okay. She emits a low growl and backs away, keeping an eye on the three heavily-beweaponed humans, low to the ground with ears pinned flat to her head.

Then there's laughter behind her, humans she somehow missed, and she yelps as her tail is pulled, spinning to see the five humans from the other alley.

"You were right about blockading these alleys. Two already. Tonight's gonna be a good night, I can feel it in my bones."

Kara snarls, lip curling so they can see her teeth. An instinctive movement that shows one of her greatest weaknesses to the hunters. What seems to be their ringleader guffaws.

"Oh, this is gonna be easy. It's no fun, it can't even fight back."

"Still adding it to the tally though. We've got ourselves a stray werewolf. How many points is that again?"

Edith steps between her and the humans with a growl. "Stay away from her."

Two humans grab Edith as she swings a punch, pulling her off to the side and throwing her rucksack and ear defenders into a skip. She struggles desperately, more than Kara's ever seen. More than she thought possible from Edith. But despite the vampire's strength, she doesn't manage to get away before silver ropes are wound around her arms, binding them together. Then four of the humans can hold her still.

"Guard-class vampire," reports one, looking at her bracelet. "Dunno whose it is though. Kara... Evans."

"Who cares? Must be a runaway. We need to mark these two for proof it was us."

"Might be safer to just mark the bodies."

"Now, where's the fun in that?"

Kara tries to rise slightly, in preparation for another escape attempt, but before she can even process it her skin's burning. Her snout's first, and then her body and she tried to shake it off, scratch it but that just burns her pads, it doesn't come off and she howls in agony. She can't hear or feel anything else beyond the burning that's everywhere, all-encompassing, completely overwhelming. It's so much and she can't stop it.

_

Edith watches, horrified, as the diluted silver hits Mistress Kara. She howls and immediately tries to get it off, scratching at her fur and turning endlessly.

She won't manage it. It'll burn and burn and eventually burn through skin and flesh and bone if it's left on long enough, that liquid sticks, and then her arms and legs will dissolve, and they'll taunt her, place blood where she could reach it if she had arms, if she could stand. And, well, if she only managed to control herself better, this wouldn't be happening. She might even be allowed some of that blood. A few licks off the basement floor would be enough, please, she's not sure she can keep going.

She hears an animalistic whine and jolts. She's not there, she's in the present, with the hunters, and that's just as dangerous.

Her arms are burning from the rope but it's not about her. Mistress Kara is being hurt and the hunters are going to kill them both and there's nothing she can do about it.

The hunters' laughter is raucous without any ear protection, but she can't do anything to help and she isn't about to show them that it hurts. She knows what humans do when she shows weakness.

"It's not going anywhere now. Time for the marking. Hold the vampire's face."

Edith's head is grabbed by multiple hands, all over, suffocating, sweaty hands and too much contact as a circular silver thing that looks like a branding iron is positioned above her cheek. She's been branded before, but she can't get away as the silver stamp comes down on her cheek.

The pain takes her breath away, she can't even scream as the silver's pressed in and held until it's nearly burned through her cheek.

"Stinks."

"Yeah, well, get used to it or go home, there's gonna be a lot tonight. Now for the werewolf. Paint it. It is an animal, after all."

A can's chucked across and some of the humans guffaw as one of them starts to spray.

"Should tag their ears as well. We're slaughtering them like livestock apparently, after all. Isn't that what those activists say?"

"Those idiots should be hunted too. Their views are too backward to let them live."

Amanda. They're talking about Amanda and others like her. That's the final straw for Edith. The hunters have slackened their grip and she focuses, ripping her arms free. She grabs the nearest hunter and sinks her fangs into his neck.

Oh, she hasn't had blood directly from a human in so long. Shame it's tainted by bitter alcohol but it's so warm, warm and pumping. She doesn't have time to drink the full hunter, instead turning to the next.

She's quick enough that they don't start screaming and fighting until she's on her third hunter.

It all becomes a bit of a blur after that. She comes out of a daze, stomach full of warm human blood, injured a little possibly, when the remaining hunters are all dead on the ground.

Good.

She's surprised she managed it actually, she thought she was trained better. But Mistress Kara was in danger.

Edith approaches Mistress Kara, careful not to touch any silver on the way. She's still pawing at the diluted silver, and Edith touches her snout cautiously. She shouldn't touch her owner in this way but she has to. The silver burns as she attempts to brush some off.

"Mistress Kara? Are you here?"

Mistress Kara yips at her, still pawing at her snout. The hunters didn't manage to get much spray paint on her before Edith killed her, that's good. About the only good thing, aside from them not being dead.

"We need to go home. Can you lead the way? This vampire does not know it."

Mistress Kara stops pawing herself and stares at Edith, and Edith repeats herself calmly. After a few minutes she seems to understand.

Well, almost.

She sniffs the air, and limps her way over to a large skip. Edith follows.

Oh. She didn't realise where Mistress Kara's belongings had gone. She thought the hunters had taken them or maybe she just hadn't thought at all. She pulls them out, swinging the backpack over her shoulders, holding her ear defenders in one hand.

They're not too bad. A bit smelly, and damp, but they'll be okay.

"Thank you, Mistress Kara."

Mistress Kara yips again, pressing her snout up against Edith's palm, and starts limping down the road.

Mistress Kara was right earlier, it isn't far, and Molly comes bounding up when Edith unlocks the door. She strokes the dog's head and drops the backpack in the hallway, grateful at least that they didn't bring Molly. Molly isn't hurt.

"Hello Molly. Mistress Kara, Edith is going to wash your fur, if that is acceptable, and then comb it out. It should get the silver out. Edith has done it on hair before, but not fur." Edith pauses momentarily. "Edith does not know how much you understand in this form, but please be lenient on this vampire. Edith understands this vampire needs to be punished for pretending she has agency but it is an emergency."

Mistress Kara whines, and Edith leads the way to the bathroom, Mistress Kara's snout pressed into her cupped hand. She wonders whether it's something to do with the familiar smell, if it's somehow distracting or grounding.

"Edith will make the shower warm but you do not have to wait, Mistress Kara." She strips down to her underwear and picks up the grooming brush, stepping into the shower. The water is freezing when she turns it on, but she stands under it anyway, washing off the silver that's made its way onto her. Slaves shouldn't waste warm water on themselves. But she has to wash herself, because it's more effective to help Mistress Kara if she is not also burning.

That's what she tells herself anyway. She shouldn't be cleaning herself without Mistress Kara's permission, if Mistress Kara wants her to stay with silver on her for any reason that's her prerogative. Mistress Kara will punish her later for her audacity, she's sure. She has to.

Mistress Kara bounds into the shower before it's warm and stands under the shower, turning round and round in circles. She lets out a happy yip.

"Edith will brush your silver out, Mistress Kara," says Edith, "will you stay still so this vampire can?"

Mistress Kara stills, vibrating in place and sticking her snout out. Edith takes the hint and carefully rubs it with a cloth, taking care to reach everywhere and get out every fleck and drip of silver.

The bright red burns stay. They'll be there when she transforms back to human form, Edith knows, and she only hopes they don't scar.

Then she cleans Mistress Kara's ears, careful of the burns that make her owner let out quiet, pained whines. It's not fair, she's so nice, far nicer than she should be to a vampire like Edith, but she keeps being hurt.

"Edith is going to brush your fur now if that is acceptable."

Mistress Kara tilts her head up into the stream of water, washing her eyes out. Edith crouches down and brushes her methodically. She uses Mistress Kara's nice shampoo and conditioner, careful to catch all the snags in her fur and all the silver, liquid and solid and scraps. So many strands are coated and Edith has to scrape them out by hand. It hurts but she doesn't mind, it's what she's for. The pain's nowhere near as bad as the burning brand on her cheek anyway. The transferred silver flecks are washed off now, but it still burns.

She's trying not to think about the brand. If the silver had been pressed there much longer she'd have a hole in her cheek, and she could start to heal but she can't drink without Mistress Kara's permission. Her healing will be slower, then.

She gently holds the werewolf's paws up as she cleans them one by one, gentle with the toes that have been cut, scrubbing the edges of her pads thoroughly. There's not so much silver on them, only the bits she transferred herself, but anything on the ground could've been covered in silver, Edith doesn't know. So she cleans everything carefully.

"Is there anything else this vampire needs to clean?" Edith asks uncertainly. In answer, Mistress Kara jumps out of the shower and shakes herself off. Edith rubs her with a towel, and then quickly towels herself off and dresses. Mistress Kara won't want to see her naked if she doesn't have to. Right? Right.

She is not sure where the burn cream is kept, unfortunately. She hopes Mistress Kara can forgive her.

"You should rest, Mistress Kara. You will be all right now." Mistress Kara nudges her hand, and she's taken aback, despite all the past kindness she's received from her. "You would like this vampire to come with you?" The werewolf yips. "This vampire will come then."

Mistress Kara bounds ahead and jumps onto her bed. Edith tries to lie on the floor or at least at the foot of Mistress Kara's bed, but Mistress Kara tugs at her until she's in the middle, the werewolf curled around her.

It's very warm and comfortable, and Mistress Kara falls asleep quickly. Edith has to resist the urge to join her – although she has finished most of her job, she cannot leave anything incomplete. It doesn't matter how little she's slept recently, or how comfortable she is here, she is a slave and needs to finish working before she's allowed to rest. Besides, Mistress Kara didn't say she was allowed to sleep.

_

There's sunlight filtering through the curtains when Kara wakes.

Her memories of the night before are vague at first, although she remembers the terror and pain. The longer she's awake in her human form though, the clearer the memories become. The hunters. Edith defending her and being hurt for it. The silver. The smell of Edith helping her back to herself. Edith tending to her.

Kara's face and hands still sting, despite Edith's best efforts. The injuries will heal with time, but they might scar. She'll have to check them over.

She's so much less stiff than usual after a transformation, though. Edith didn't just remove the silver, she did it so thoroughly, so carefully. Even her tailbone isn't aching as much as it should after her tail was yanked like that, and her hair is shiny and so soft. It gives Kara hope that the vampire's not just scared of her, she might actually care too.

God, Kara hopes so. She doesn't want to force Edith to stay with someone she's scared of. She'd never want that. She is not like her owner was.

A thought strikes her suddenly. Oh. Oh, god. She's curled up, in her human form, naked around Edith. She scrambles to her feet, face heating, remembering her insistence that Edith sleep with her. Okay. Okay. Edith won't think anything of it, right?

She hopes fervently that she doesn't. The first (and last) time Kara accidentally made an innuendo about having sex with Edie, she'd panicked and hidden for a week.

Time to look at her injuries, she supposes. The vampire's still asleep, and she heads to the bathroom, fully expecting to need to clean it. There was a lot of mess. But it's sparkling.

Oh, Edie. Of course. Kara feels a pang of gratefulness mixed with sorrow. She's not sure she could deal with cleaning it today but at the same time, she knows why Edie did it. Why she would've thought it was her job. She would've cleaned instead of sleeping.

Kara tilts her head to either side as she looks in the mirror. Her injuries don't look too bad. Edith must've gotten most of the silver off before it had a chance to burn her too much. It takes longer to burn her than Edith, after all.

She pads groggily into the kitchen and picks up a couple of blood cartons for Edith. She won't have eaten without express permission either.

When she gets back to her room, Kara tucks her weighted blanket around the small vampire, smiling helplessly as she pulls it tighter around herself, nuzzling into it. She's so sweet, Kara doesn't understand how anyone could want to harm her.

She needs to contact Amanda, tell her they're safe. Her phone was in her rucksack, and Edith unpacked that. Where would she have put it?

On the bedside table, apparently. Kara slides it onto her hand, muttering into it until she has a coherent message for Amanda. She's just sent it when she notices the breaking news alert.

Oh, god, why does she leave those on? Actually she knows why, but last night was not the night for them.

Vampire nest destroyed in Hunting Night raid

She sinks down on the floor under the window, hugging her knees to her chest and watching Edith. She doesn't even bother to open the article, slamming her phone into the carpet with a soft thump. She knows what it'll say.

She's exhausted. All the hate... it's too much. How can humans hate so many species so viciously, so thoughtlessly? How do they have the capacity for it? To kill and maim so many, and barely mention it, barely care. They don't even bother to try and get the terms right.

Not all humans, she reminds herself forcefully. Not all. People like Amanda... they care. But they don't always make it out alive.

She pulls herself up small, blinking back tears. Today they rest. Today the volunteers recover the bodies and count the missing and mark the dead. Kara and Edith will both start to heal, some scars fading faster than others. They're luckier than some. At least they're both still here.

Tomorrow the community remembers. The names go on the wall, in a vigil broadcast live from the Isle of Man, and they remember, and they grieve. Those they knew, those they didn't. Humans, non-humans. The vampire den on the news will only be the start of last night's casualties.

And then they'll try their best to survive another year.

Kara looks down at Edith, snuffling in her sleep, and amends that sentence.

She will keep Edith safe for another year.

And another, and another. And hopefully they can both stay safe for the rest of their lives.

#whumpgirlsummer #fantasy whump #waw2023 #whump #whump writing #caretaker and whumpee #multiple whumpees #multiple whumpers #whumper and whumpee #protective whumpee #protective caretaker #whumpee turned caretaker #caretaker turned whumpee #sam and lucan #kara oc #edith oc #molly oc #non human whumpee #non human caretaker #werewolf whump #vampire whump #vampire whumpee #werewolf whumpee #vampire caretaker #werewolf caretaker #scared whumpee #whumpee thinks caretaker is new whumper #sadistic whumper #lady whump #heed the warnings

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

amnesia as a trauma response has the potential to be so fucking funny because imagine you just spent like 6 months breaking Whumpee down piece by piece, stripping them of their rights, destroying their mind and body with scars that will never heal, relishing in the irrevocable damage done by your hand even after they've been rescued

and then you run into them at a grocery store and they're like "oh hey (: sorry didn't see you there ((((: no i have no idea who you are but you're blocking the shelf i need to look at"

my ass would be humbled so goddamn fast. i would be shinji gripping the sink sobbing in the mirror because Whumpee basically just called me cringe. my brilliant torturing apparently meant fuckall and i'm not even worth the time of day. they'd probably misspell my name on a starbucks cup. whumper turned whumpee because how do i recover from that. what the fuck.

#whump #whump community #whump scenario #whumpee #whumper #whump ideas #implied whump #whump prompt #rescued whumpee #amnesia

[letitbehurt]

A trope I adore: not only a drugged Whumpee, but the act of drugging Whumpee.

Pinning Whumpee’s arm to the ground or a table, keeping them still enough to push the needle into their arm

Causing a sharp, sudden pain that makes Whumpee cry out, their mouth opened just long enough to shove a pill inside—then holding a hand over Whumpee’s nose and mouth until they swallow or suffocate

Forcing Whumpee to drink something they know is laced (or don’t)

Waving a strong chemical beneath an unconscious or exhausted Whumpee’s nose, and watching the effects hit their system almost immediately

Making Whumpee finish a suspiciously chalky meal

Restraining Whumpee and hooking them up to a constant drip of fluids meant to keep them docile. Bonus: Whumpee fighting tooth and nail to keep the needle from their arm because they know—once it’s in, there’s no chance to escape

#Whumpee having no choice but to ingest something dangerous #Whumper watching them weigh their choices and knowing they’ll give in #Whumpee screaming and struggling and none of it making a difference #just the act of drugging itself #good shit #whump

[whumper-whimsy]

drugged ex-prince whumpee being used as an example/trophy at the parties that Whumper— who had recently overthrown the king— throws...

#mmh its like #YES #hugs my brain #whump #whump blog #whump community #whump scenario #emotional whump #whump tropes #whumpblr #whump writing #whumpee #whumper

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Whumper drugging Whumpee up so they're super docile and out of it for when the other whumpers come over for a whumper party. Whumper's guests take turns cooing over Whumpee, petting them, holding them in their laps and feeding them little treats like pieces of fruit or chocolate. The whumpers fighting for the adorable Whumpee's attention, however limited it may be. Now imagine Whumpee is a human and the whumpers are all fae.

...should I write this?

#whump prompt #fae whump #fae whumper #human whumpee #whump #pet whump

[valcaira]

Attention Whump Community!

Clogging disability tags is a massive problem that we need to address. Many tags, especially those surrounding permanent injuries, paralysis, vision loss and certain illnesses have become unusable due to being flooded with unrelated things. Yes, that includes your writing. Those tags are not for you. It's isolating, frustrating and depressing to try finding a community and other people who share your issues but all that comes up is whump, fandom shit, gifs, headcanons, etc.

I'm newly paralyzed. I have looked at many tags surrounding paralysis, trying to find support, a community, anything of people struggling with the same thing. Nothing. There's barely anything for us in the general disabilty tags. I am BEGGING you to understand and recognize how AWFUL it is.

So, I have a proposition. A tag you can and should use exclusively for disability content in whump writing. Not any other tag surrounding disability, lest you'll clog it up.

#disabled whumpee

It's tempting to use more specific tags, I get it. Due to being in the whump community myself I know #medical whump is already a tag. You have those tags. Use them. Don't use the disability tags. Don't clog up the few spaces us disabled people have.

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump meta #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #medical whump #disabled whumpee #hurt/comfort #whump writing #whumpee x caretaker #whumpee x whumper #whumpee turned whumper #whumper turned whumpee #caretaker turned whumpee #whumpee turned caretaker #whumper turned caretaker #yes i'm using all the whump tags i can think of for visibility #this is important #whump psa #whump prompt

[jordanstrophe]

There's two kinds of caretakers.

The one tending whumpees bedside as they're unconscious in the hospital.

The one hunting down the whumper that put them there.

#whump #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #caretaking #whump prompt #caretaker prompt #hurt/comfort #vengeful caretaker #whump writing #whump tropes

[shshshquietnow]

I like whumpees that steal. Little scrawny street rat types.

Rogues are my favorite dnd class couldn't you tell.

But I like seeing whumpers having to check their pockets after visiting or being around whumpee. Whumper telling whumpee to drop whatever they took. Whumper jumping as they didn't quite hear whumpee enter the room (and then putting a bell on them or something). A whumpee who knows their way around a house at night, snooping around whumper's stuff, taking food when they hadn't had dinner as punishment.

Whumpers having to triple lock whumpee because how the FUCK do you keep getting out of these. Caretakers politely asking if they can have their things back, but also jumping when whumpee comes in the room. Whumpees noticing this and once they trust caretaker enough announcing their presence.

Just sneaky whumpees who have the street smarts. Whumpees that are nimble and fast but easy to over power. Whumpees who can hide things, and themselves.

#whump #quiet whispering #whumper #whumpee #caretaker

[gotta-whump-them-all]

Whumpee-Turned-Whumper

Here's a short list of whumpee-turned-whumper ideas that I love <33

whumpee who had extremely particular rules to follow while being with whumper, and now that whumpee has full control over whumper they are going to make whumper follow the rules they had made for them all those years ago. As a little fuck you, to whumper of course.

whumpee who uses some of their old punishments on whumper, but the punishments are just 5x worse. Likes if whumper used to smoke cigars or cigarettes occasionally and would put them out on whumpee's skin, now instead of whumpee doing that he'll relight a cigarette multiple times just for the sake of burning whumper, and not even to smoke it. He'll do this until his red and has discolored the skin around whumper's skin.

whumper used to only physically hurt whumpee, but now that whumpee is the new whumper in a sense he finds that emotionally and physically hurting whumper takes a good effect on him. Which makes everything better if whumper is easily emotional and has his feelings hurt very easily.

whuper who is slowly being broken down and is slowly becoming a shell of the person they used to be; the same thing that had happened to whumpee.

#emotional whump #whump #whump scenario #whumpblr #whump drabble #whump prompt #whump tropes #whump writing #whump stuff #whumpee and whumper #whumper and whumpee #whumpee #whump with a whumper #whumper prompt #whumper turned whumpee #whumpee turned whumper

[pigeonwhumps]

Barcode

BBU Community Days: Day 8

@bbu-on-the-side

250 (aka Cass) gets his barcode.

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @whumpymirages @flowersarefreetherapy @painful-pooch

Finding Safety masterlist

CWs: BBU, pet whump, collared, non-con touch (non-sexual), discussion of future and past rape, amnesia, shock collar, electric shocks, humiliation, non-con nudity, crude language/sexual imagery and drawing on someone in Sharpie, sexual implications in body language, sexual harrassment, strapped down, gagged, muzzled, non-con photos, handcuffed, manhandling (brief, plus mentions of), non-con tattooing, dehumanisation, blindfold, sensory deprivation

"20 quid says he'll be a Guard Dog."

The other handler snorts. "Only 20? Not very certain, are you?"

"Well, what do you think he'll be?"

346250 sets his jaw best he can against the sharp pain as the needles prick against his skin, each one sending a pinpoint of ink into his arm. He doesn't know what they're drawing, his head's immovable like this, but he can guess. They tattoo it onto every pet, after all. He clenches his fist against the pain and receives a sharp slap on the knuckles for his troubles.

He can't see the handlers from this position, but he can swear he hears the shrug. "Could be a Guard Dog. The ladies would love those muscles though. And that scar... the heroic look's big this season. So, could be a Romantic."

346250 flinches as much as he can between the tight leather restraints as someone squeezes his arm, and there's two laughs. "Oh, yeah, I see what you mean about the muscles. Let me know if he gets assigned to your department. I want a turn."

"You always want a turn," says the handler, sounding exasperated.

"Boys, boys," says a woman, sounding amused. 'No touching the trainee until I've finished his barcode. You'll have plenty of time later."

"Sorry, boss."

"What do you mean, 'plenty of time later'? Do you know something we don't?"

"Just that Poppy says he's exceptionally defiant. He was the one who led 643 in the escape attempt, and he's resistant. So there'll be plenty of manhandling to be done."

346250 flinches again, his whole body this time. He was led in here by a choking hand on his collar and strapped in, ankles and legs and wrists and forearms, and torso and forehead too. Everywhere, in fact. The collar's too tight and he can't breathe properly, it's all he's wearing except for a black silicon gag that fits between his lips, pulling at his teeth, pinching the skin. And a blindfold, rendering everything completely black.

Clearly they want him to hear, though. At least for now.

A handler mentioned a fitted one. He doesn't want a fitted one. He wants to breathe.

He feels almost relaxed, though, like this. Like he's floating. As soon as the handlers stop talking he forgets what he's worrying about. He's sure there's something, it nags and worms at the back of his mind, but he doesn't remember what.

They said he's safe. He knows they're lying, they snigger behind their hands when they think he's not looking. He chose this. He didn't, he can see people in his mind that make him sad He can trust the handlers. He has to, he has to, he has to, or the electricity will come on again.

"Make the most of his compliance while it lasts, boys. I know you prefer the defiant ones, but best get him settled before he fights back."

"Right you are. I'm just about done. Anything you want to do to him?"

"Yeah, actually. Pass me that Sharpie."

346250 hears a pen uncapping and a strong smell of alcohol hits his nostrils. His chest tickles as someone draws on it.

"Mate, that might be a classic, but it won't win this week's competition. You know what Finn's prizes are like, you don't want to miss out."

"Yeah but, 643's untrained. No fun."

"I thought you boys liked the defiant ones. She's good enough without training, anyway." There's a stunned silence, and 346250's arm throbs. "What? You don't think no-one fucked her during her initial training? She was almost made into a Romantic then, after all. If it wasn't for 065 and the workers then messing it all up."

"See, this is why I'm adding you to the group chat. Like minds and all that." 346250 feels his face jostled as something metal is strapped over his mouth, and something is placed over his head that muffles all sounds. Noise-cancelling headphones, perhaps?

Someone undoes 346250's straps, leaving everything else in place. Then he's pulled to his feet and held tightly by his collar as the blindfold is removed.

There's a mirror in front of him, and he barely recognises the person in it. He doesn't remember himself, and yet it's possible not to recognise himself. He looks scared, smeared in blood, embarrassingly naked but one of the handlers cuffs his hands behind him, he can't cover himself. He sees his face go bright red. One of the handlers guffaws in the mirror, and the other makes a crude motion with his hands. The tattooist rolls her eyes.

346250 has scars he didn't know he had (and how does he know what scars he had?), injuries that he knows with a strange certainty weren't there before. The collar's black plastic, a small box attached to the front, metal prongs cold against his skin. It looks deceptively unthreatening. In his mouth is a gag, and over it, covering the lower half of his face, is a wire and leather muzzle. Like an animal. He hasn't been defiant for as long as he can remember, since they took him off that IV line. It must be a warning against misbehaviour. A threat. For fun.

He swallows a sob as he looks at his chest, a part of himself he'd been avoiding. He knew it was crude. Of course it was, they drew it in Sharpie and laughed. But somehow that's different to actually seeing it.

He has a penis drawn in black on his chest, semen spurting out of it. The words he can't make out, the handwriting's backwards and terrible and he has a splitting headache, but he assumes they're equally as crude.

It'll wash off eventually. It will. But that's the only comfort.

And on his arm... on his left arm is a tattoo. The tattoo. Black and bold against the tan of his skin, crisp, clean lines portray a barcode with a set of numbers below. 346250, he presumes. Marking him out forever as a pet.

It's okay though, he's safe here. He's not. It was his choice. It wasn't. It won't hurt too much. He doesn't know what they'll do to him.

He can survive. Whatever happens, he can.

Can he?

A handler steps in front of him, mobile phone in hand. He winks at 346250, pointing at a toy monkey on his head for the new trainee to look at. A flash goes off.

They're taking photos. Oh, god.

In the mirror, 346250 sees the other handler pull out the small black remote and turn the dial. Then he presses the button.

The trainee falls to his knees, attempting to claw at his neck as his vision goes white, gag-muffled screams reverberating in his ears, he can't hear them on the outside so they're all inside instead, shocks shaking his jaw and his limbs, sending them jerking and thrashing. All he can feel is pain, all he can think about is the pain of it, the sensation, he can barely breathe.

When he comes to, limbs twitching and jerking against the cold tile floor, he realises they're still taking photos.

#bbucommunity #day8 #bbu #box boy universe #box boy #wru #whump #whump writing #sanctuary pigeonwhumps #cass oc #poor bb #i continue to fill prompts less than id like to #whumper and whumpee #multiple whumpers #pet whump #mind the tags

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

The Five Stages of Grief

Denial - "This can't be happening" // "I'm going to wake up any minute...it's only a nightmare..." // "None of this real, it can't be!" // "There's been a mistake!" // "They...they wouldn't leave me like this, they'll come rescue me, they will!"

Anger - "You can't do this to me!" // "Fuck you, you fucking psychopath!" // "I don't have to listen to you!" // "You're a goddamn coward!" // "Let me out of here so I can break your neck!" // "You'll be sorry when they come find me, creep!"

Bargaining - "Please, no, anything but that!" // "N-not the cattle prod, please, I'll do whatever you want!" // "No, don't hurt them! Hurt me instead, I can take it!" // "I'll let you touch me however you want just please don't use that!" // "I'll tell you whatever you want if you just let me go!"

Depression - "Do whatever you want, what's the point?" // "I don't think I have anything left to scream for you" // "Just kill me and get it over with" // "Just...just leave me alone..." // "Why are they taking so long to find me? Don't they care? Don't they love me?"

Acceptance - "I knew I deserved this..." // "I'll be good, I promise" // "I love you, too" // "They were never looking for me, were they?" // "Yes, sir/ma'am" // "What do you mean 'leave'? I can't leave, that's against the rules"

#whump #whump community #whumpee #whump scenario #whumper #whump ideas #implied whump #whump writing #whump prompt #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #defiant whumpee #carewhumper #whump prompts #whump dialogue

[whumpbees]

Drugged whumpees my BELOVED. All dizzy and out of it, leaning against whumper for support. Looking at Whumper with hazy-eyed fear, their words slurred when they ask what whumper's done to them <3

#honey posts #whump #whump prompt #whumpee #whumper #drugged whumpee

[whumper-whimsy]

GOD i just love whumpees kept against their will in luxury

King sized beds with fluffy blankets, fine wines and gourmet dinners, expensive clothes and jewelry, constant affection 24/7...

Only to be met with a whumpee who spits and fights back at every turn, demanding release. A whumpee who'd rather be out on the streets and free than to live as a pet in some creep's mansion.

#whump #whump blog #whump community #whump scenario #whump tropes #whumpblr #whump writing #whumpee #whumper