#whump things
“Lay With Me”
Tw: Forced Cuddling (Non-Sexual), Alcohol Mention, Forced Gaze, Minor Threats, Height Difference (Whumper 5'9/Whumpee 5'2), Anxiety.
A/n: Despite the petite size, Whumpee is an adult. I just very much enjoy a decent gap – I don’t write whump, including children, unless the child is a background character and is not involved in any Whump activities.
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Trope I couldn’t stop thinking about today..
When whumpee collapses and stoic caretaker instinctively touches their cheek to whumpee’s forehead to check their temperature
Tonight I’m falling asleep thinking about..
That hiss when the caretaker first touches the whumpee’s wound and the eye contact immediately after - whumpee’s tears welling up in pain and caretaker’s concerned gaze.
Alex (Roleplay OC)
This is Ollie’s owner, Alex. (she/they)
Alex specialises in rescuing/training pets like Ollie. Every week, new ones get sent to her from a range of different places, and It’s her job to make sure they’re good enough to be given back by a certain date.
She’s around 5'8 in height, with multiple piercings and tattoos. Sometimes she purposely wears more revealing clothing to show them off, though she mostly prefers to keep them to herself.
Though she likes to think she’s mysterious and closed off person, she’ll open up about just about anything if you ask her to! They do not believe that they’re doing anything wrong by owning this business and keeping Ollie as their pet, and honestly is proud of what they’ve achieved over the past several years.
She is here to take any questions you might have about either herself or Ollie, so ask away!
Or, if you don’t feel like doing it yourself, you may ask her to do something to Ollie instead <3
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Whumpee jumped at the sound of Caretaker’s voice. They practically spun around and pressed themselves up against the front door, closing it again as they did so. “Uhm… I just- I wanted to go out for lunch with a friend… I haven’t seen them for a while and I-”
“I am the only friend you need, Whumpee.” Caretaker stepped forward and gently ran their fingers through Whumpee’s hair, pulling them close to their chest. Whumpee felt like they were suffocating, though they didn’t dare pull away. “Am I not good enough for you? Is that why you want to leave?”
“Y-you are good enough! I was only gonna be gone for an hour or two…”
Caretaker didn’t care. “Put the bag down,” they murmured, scratching the back of Whumpee’s head. “I can’t have you leaving this house, my dear. Someone might hurt you, and I can’t have that happening. How ‘bout we go watch a movie instead?”
Whumpee swallowed. They really wanted to see their friend. It had been over a year since Caretaker had let them have any sort of freedom.
However, after a moment, they slowly dropped their bag onto the wooden floor and sniffled, trembling hands reaching into their back pocket for their phone.
“I’ll tell my friend I won’t be coming…”
“Good.” As Caretaker pulled away, they snatched Whumpee’s outdated phone from them and slipped it into their own pocket. “I’ll be deleting every conversation and contact that isn’t to me. You can have it back when I’m done.”
Whumpee simply nodded, too embarrassed and upset to argue.
Ollie (Roleplay OC)
This is Ollie! (he/it)
Ollie is a feisty little thing. He will not hesitate to bite if someone he doesn’t know gets to close to it, and rarely shows any remorse after doing so. If you tell it to do something, you can almost guarantee he will fight it until he has no other choice but to do as he’s told.
Truthfully, he is about 4'10 in height, though I’m sure he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you something different if you asked.
He may find some questions you might ask uncomfortable, though under the right circumstances, whether that be through force or lots of kindness , you’ll eventually get the answers you want.
With that being said, if you feel patient enough to approach this little brat, whether it be with a knife and some rope or a soft blanket and cookies, I highly encourage you to do so.
With enough love and care, he may even choose to open up to you.
Though, how you choose to treat it is entirely up to you.
“What’s this?”
Whumpee could feel the heat rising to their cheeks as they held out their childhood stuffed animal towards Caretaker. Their shoulders lifted slightly in a shrug and they instinctively glanced down, not wanting to make any eye contact.
“Uhm… well, you told me you were having trouble sleeping, so I thought you might like to have her to cuddle with at night. She always makes me feel better, and I want you to feel better, too.” Their voice barely reached above a whisper, and it trembled with anxiety, yet it started to ease as soon as they noticed the giddy smile now on Caretaker’s face.
“You’re so cute,” they hummed, and as they gently took Whumpee’s favourite stuffed animal, they brought it into a hug to emphasise how grateful they were. “Thank you, my dear. Truly.”
Whumpee simply grinned right back at them, the blush on their cheeks never fading.
Warning: Wounds.
“Look at you,” Whumper mocked. As they knelt down beside Whumpee’s beaten body, they tilted their chin up with their index finger, smirking. “You were so determined not to break, too. I was almost rooting for you.”
Warning: Captivity.
Whumpee sniffled, pressing their face into Caretaker’s shoulder as Whumper’s footsteps started to get louder. “They’re not gonna keep their promise,” they whispered shakily, squeezing their eyes shut with a muffled whimper. “We’re not getting out of here, are we?”
The lump in Caretaker’s throat thickened. “I- I don’t know,” they admitted, their voice cracking as they held Whumpee tighter with a tender kiss to their forehead. “I don’t know.”
Warning: Whips.
Musician whumpees being made to play/sing something for Whumper and their friends, but every time they make a mistake, it equals one whip. Whumpee then has to tally up how many whips that is afterwards.
Sheltered whumpees who’ve never experienced anything outside of captivity, getting to do all sorts of new things with their caretaker.
Warning: Hospital settings.
“Please don’t,” Whumpee whimpered, clinging to Caretaker even tighter when they tried to let go. “Please don’t leave me. I- I don’t- please.”
Caretaker gently trailed their fingers through Whumpee’s hair, planting a soft kiss to their forehead. “I’m not leaving you, Whumpee. I just need to step out of the way so the nurses can help yo-”
“No!”
Warning: Non-consensual (non-sexual) touching.
“Get the fuck off me!”
Caretaker’s arms tightened around Whumpee’s waist and chest, preventing them from going anywhere as they kicked and sobbed. “I’m not letting go of you until you calm down.”
“Do- do you still love me? Please… I’m trying to be good…”
The Caretaker-turned-Whumper smiled, using their foot to push Whumpee back into their tiny box. “Oh, honey… absolutely not.”
Warning: Muzzled, conditioning.
“Whumpee, please,” Caretaker begged, watching as Whumpee pushed themselves further back into their little cage, muzzle tight over their mouth. “It’s okay, I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to take your muzzle off.”
Whumpee whimpered, their entire body trembling as they shied away from Caretaker’s gentle touch. “I need it. ’m dangerous.”
This was not their Whumpee speaking. This was years of Whumper’s conditioning, and it shattered Caretaker that they truly believed they were dangerous.
Concept: Whumper gifts a tiny Whumpee to their main whumpee as some sort of pet to look after.
- Tiny Whumpee hiding inside Whumpee’s clothes when Whumper’s around.
- Whumpee giving the best bits of every meal to Tiny Whumpee, and stealing snacks from the pantry to give to them whenever they can.
- Whumpee doing whatever they can to give Tiny Whumpee comfort, even if it means sacrificing their own.
- Whumpee hiding Tiny Whumpee somewhere safe until they return from their time with Whumper.
- When Tiny Whumpee gets cold, Whumpee will wrap them up in whatever they can find, or cup them inside their hands.
- Tiny Whumpee hugging Whumpee’s finger when either of them are scared.
- Whenever Whumpee misbehaves, Whumper punishes them by hurting Tiny Whumpee instead.
- Whumpee sitting Tiny Whumpee on their shoulder or inside a pocket as they cook breakfast/lunch/dinner for Whumper.
- When they’re apart, Tiny Whumpee will sit and cry at the door until Whumpee returns.
- Whumpee letting Tiny Whumpee sleep inside their hand at night.
Coco (Roleplay OC)
Here’s Coco! (It/It’s)
Unlike Ollie, Coco dedicates It’s entire life to pleasing It’s owner. It will do whatever it can to make sure you’re happy with it, and lovesto be praised for It’s efforts.
In terms of It’s size, it can be anywhere from the size of your hand to around 5'0, though it much prefers to be small. Make sure to check your pockets; sometimes you might find the little thing hiding inside your clothing just to be close to you.
It comes with a tiny metal cage and some chains that tighten as it shrinks, preventing it from releasing itself while you’re gone. You might also find It’s favourite blanket and stuffed bear around, should you look hard enough. They’re the only things it dares to keep from you, afraid that you might never give them back.
Coco hopes that you will be nice to it, though Coco loves you no matter what.
Warning: [Mentioned] emeto, wounds, bound whumpee.
“You can’t leave me here like this!”
Alex grinned, leaning lazily against the wall as they admired their artwork. Despite much protesting and fighting, they’d finally managed to tie little Ollie to the ceiling fan in their living room, arms and wrists tight against the blades while the it worked at a slow speed. Each time it wriggled in an attempt to free itself, the blades pressed further into It’s soft flesh, wounding it further.
“Don’t worry, little thing!” she smiled, reaching across to turn the dial that controlled the fan. Ollie let out a tiny noise, almost resembling a squeal as it felt the speed pick up. “I’ll be back in an hour to check on you. If you puke on my nice carpet, you’ll be receiving another punishment.”
“Get me down from here!” it cried. “Make it stop! I’ll- I’ll be good!”
Again, she turned the speed up just a little. “You and I both know that’s not true. You’re a little brat, and this is what brats are for. Master’s entertainment.”
“Ihateyou!”
“This is for your own good, my dear. Now, be quiet and stay there until I get back.”
Alex thought she heard Ollie growl, though it sounded more like a sob than anything else.
With a wicked smile still on her face, she slowly backed out of the living room and shut the door behind her, ignoring Ollie’s desperate pleas as she got ready to go out.
Warning: Self harm.
“Whumpee, please stop hurting yourself.”
Whumpee whimpered, trembling fingers yanking at their own hair as they rocked back and forth in their cell. In the small cell next to them, Caretaker sat leaning against the bars, reaching in as far as they could to comfort them with their touch.
“C-can’t… stop… ’m so scared.”
This or That - Whump Edition
ropes or chains | deprivation or overstimulation | Mental torture or physical torture | Beatings or whippings | whumpee turned caretaker or caretaker turned whumpee | hurt or comfort | Dehydration or starvation | defiant whumpee or obedient whumpee | muzzled or gagged | branding or collared | successful rescue or failed escape | vampire whump or fairy whump | hidden injury or known whumpee | blood or tears | non-con or torture | multiple whumpees or multiple whumpers | servant or pet | fangs or wings | tiny whump or giant whump | hypothermia or hyperthermia | sick or injured
Tagging:
“Do It.”
Tw: Peer Pressure, Threatened, Manipulation, Sedation/Drugging, Anxiety.
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When Whumper arrived again, Whumpee was laying on the floor, drugged and severely beaten, with Caretaker reluctantly following behind Whumper, a look of fear seeded deeply in their eyes.
The room was carouseling for Whumpee, their thoughts sporadically spinning.
The only thing that was crystal clear to them in that moment was that caretaker was holding a gun in their sweaty, trembling hands.
Caretaker doesn’t want to shoot Whumpee.
Although with a weapon also at the ready pointed at the back of Caretakers head, they are forcefully pressured.
“Do it.”
In a dry yet sinister voice, Whumper whispers, urging a hesitant Caretaker to pull the trigger on the helpless Whumpee.
{End}
“Lay With Me”
Tw: Forced Cuddling (Non-Sexual), Alcohol Mention, Forced Gaze, Minor Threats, Height Difference (Whumper 5'9/Whumpee 5'2), Anxiety.
A/n: Despite the petite size, Whumpee is an adult. I just very much enjoy a decent gap – I don’t write whump, including children, unless the child is a background character and is not involved in any Whump activities.
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Whumper lightly stumbled in through the front door of their home while flicking on the front entrance lights.
They squinted faintly while rubbing their eyes between their fingers, softly letting out a sigh.
‘Jesus, when did these lights get so damn bright?'
They had been out celebrating a close friend’s party and, once again, may have been coaxed to have a few too many Rum & Cokes throughout the evening.
And perhaps a couple straight shots of some Apple Pie Whiskey.
Whumper slid their shoes off carefully while leaning their shoulder on the wall for better support.
They stayed still for a moment, feeling a wave of dizziness impact their senses, causing them to shift so their back was flat on the more pleasantly cooler wall.
“M'definitely not in my college years anymore, that’s apparent…”
Scowling slowly to themselves, they waited for several moments before feeling more steady, at least enough to move themselves from the wall towards the hallway.
While stumbling slightly on the way and having to stop once or twice to regain their balance from being hit by a sudden dizzying state, Whumper reached their room almost immediately, collapsing in their bed, letting out a long drawn out sigh.
'Never again.. I gotta’ stop letting those idiots convince me to stoop to their level whenever I go to one of their parties..’
The room around them spun slowly, as if they were riding on a child’s carousel at the fair.
It wasn’t unbearable, though it was distracting as Whumper tried to relax themselves.
Some hours had passed now, and Whumper had somehow managed to ease themselves enough in their inebriated state to doze off during this period until they abruptly awoke, sitting up a little too fast, causing a sudden lightheaded feeling to overtake them.
Whumper grunted softly while running their hand through their faintly damp hair from the light sweat that coated their brow.
They got up after a couple minutes and the feeling of faint nausea subsided, eventually walking towards their walk-in closet, slowly and carefully stripping out of their lightly damp clothing before changing into a pair of black sweatpants and a black tank top.
A still silence took over the room, as Whumper could still feel the effects of their earlier alcohol consumption.
They couldn’t help but also feel a bit lonely
Whumper sighed softly while shaking their head a bit, trying to ignore the feeling while heading back to bed.
All they could do was restlessly stare into the dark towards the ceiling, listening to the silence around them.
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Whumpee was quietly asleep in the next room over, though they hadn’t intentionally meant to fall asleep so carelessly.
After hours of nervously waiting for Whumper to return, the exhaustion had finally overcome Whumpee, causing them to get too comfortable and close their eyes for a little too long, causing them to fall asleep only moments after shutting their heavy eyes.
A sudden, sharp whistle suddenly cut through the silent room, abruptly awakening Whumpee in a panic as their eyes shot open wide and instantly locked on Whumper while they stood up quickly.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I wake you Whumpee? Were you enjoying your little nap, hm?” Whumper asked in a faint dry tone, but their words were softly slurred under their breath.
“You didn’t, Master; I was just—”
“Shut up. I don’t have the patience to deal with your blabbering. I want you to come with me."
"I.. I would rather not.” Whumpee cautiously spoke as they looked off to the side in a more annoyed way while crossing their arms tightly in front of their chest.
“I beg your pardon?"
"I don’t want to go with you.. I didn’t do anything! Why am I being punished?"
Whumper narrowed their eyes at Whumpee while stepping forward, watching the regret fill Whumpee’s eyes as they uncrossed their arms quickly while stepping back.
"What have I told you about questioning me and my authority?”
Whumper grew closer as they quickly reached out, grabbing Whumpee by their frail neck and pulling them closer towards themselves.
“Well? Speak since you have so much to say."
Whumpee barely had the time to catch a proper breath before stumbling forward, now more prominently smelling the alcohol on Whumper’s breath.
"To n-not..” They struggled to speak clearly as Whumper squeezed their hands faintly tighter, causing Whumpee to faintly gasp.
Whumper rolled their eyes before letting go of their neck but quickly catching their jaw in their grip, forcing Whumpee to look up at Whumper.
They stared down at Whumpee before slightly letting their jaw go, only to swiftly slap them across the cheek with the back of their free hand, causing Whumpee to let out a pained yelp.
But Whumper quickly re-caught them while more harshly turning their head as Whumpee whimpered softly in their grip.
“Exactly, to not.” They gazed down mockingly at Whumpee while smirking.
“Now, if you’re done showing off what little attitude you have left.. I highly suggest you come with me without protesting."
Whumpee stared up at them unwillingly as they stayed quiet for a moment before feeling Whumper’s grip on their jaw suddenly tighten, causing Whumpee to grunt softly before nodding.
"I understand, Master.."
"Good.” Whumper said, letting go of Whumpee after a moment, moving to the side, lightly nodding towards the open door.
Whumpee stared into the darkness of the hallway as they slowly stepped forward towards the door, exiting the room with Whumper while hearing the click of the door closing behind Whumper.
“Too my room."
The words caused Whumpee’s heart and soul to instantly sink as a cold sweat broke out across their brow while stiffly nodding, having to force themselves to continue forward in the direction of Whumpers’ room.
'What do they want.. no.. I-it’s obvious wh-what they want.. oh god.. N-no, not th-this.. n-not again..'
Whumpee’s thoughts frantically raced as a deeper fear and worry started forming a tight knot deep in their stomach, which only grew the closer they got to Whumper’s room.
There was a tension in the air that followed both Whumper and Whumpee as they entered the room.
It was dimly lit but only due to the slightly open curtain letting the moon’s luminous rays peek through.
"Get in the bed.” Whumper spoke bluntly as they closed the door while locking it behind them.
Whumpee froze as their eyes locked on the silhouette of the bed, only a few feet away.
In front of them, their feet were firmly frozen to the floor as their heart started to race in their chest as the thoughts started flooding in.
“Excuse me. I said, get in the bed.”
Whumper’s words were more stern with a lower underlying threatening tone to compliment it.
They glared towards Whumpee’s silhouette while stepping a bit closer behind them.
“Now."
Whumpee jumped slightly, quickly stepping forward a few feet while feeling the soft comforter hit their legs as they instinctively raised their knee, crawling into the bed, laying on their back stiffly, while a more nauseous feeling took over them.
Whumper too slid into bed after a moment while turning on their side facing Whumpee, putting their arm over Whumpee’s stomach, feeling them tense and hearing them whimper softly.
"Such an overthinker..” Whumper mocked them quietly. “How adorable.”
They shook their head faintly at Whumpee while shifting a bit.
“Face yourself towards me."
Whumpee stayed still before slowly turning towards Whumper, feeling their arm slide under their head while their other arm snaked firmly around their waist, pulling them closer while resting their chin on Whumpee’s head, feeling their hand softly caress their back.
It caused a deep chill to run up Whumpee’s spine, feeling so close to Whumper in such a wholesome way, it was unnatural and it made the hair on the back of their neck stand on end.
Though Whumpee stayed still, keeping their hands firmly against Whumper’s chest, trying to keep some type of barrier between them.
"If I find you’re missing in the morning, Whumpee.. I promise you that you will regret ever even thinking of leaving me."
Whumpee froze as Whumper’s words suddenly broke the silence of the room.
Hearing the seriousness in their tone, all Whumpee could do was stiffly nod, wide-eyed in a light fear.
It didn’t take long for Whumper to fall back to sleep peacefully, holding Whumpee close to themselves.
Whumpee, on the other hand, had overcome any tiredness or feelings of exhaustion that had previously plagued them.
'Don’t move.. don’t move.. not worth it.. just.. just stay awake..’
Their eyes stayed wide open and alert, making sure to keep all their senses aware of where Whumper’s hands were and any shift in movement that Whumper made, though they dared not move more than needed through the night.
They feared what the consequences would be if they were to wake Whumper too early or tempt their luck with what fate would fall on them if they tried to leave the room.
Whumpee’s mind raced all through the night, and they could swear that was the longest night they had ever endured.
{End}
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