#older whumpee

[rizzoto-whump]

I really enjoy the dynamics of size difference in whump, especially when there's a smaller whumpee and a larger whumper. The contrast of a small and fragile whumpee, easily overpowered or defeated by a larger whumper—like a pathetic, sad wet cat they are.

#whump #whump prompt #whump art #whump OC #military whump #smaller whumpee #bigger whumper #size difference #sadistic whumper #older whumpee #pathetic whumpee #OC: James #OC: Ronald

[whump-thoughts]

PLEASE girl, I am begging yall to write more pet whump with Older Whumpee and Younger Caretaker. The possibilities for fluff and the fucked up shit are endless why does it feel I am the only insane man to see the potential

#whump #pet whump #older whumpee #younger caretaker #conditioning #martin's stash #let it be known that i also mean non romantic. i see yall shipping whumpee's and their caretakers and raise you “no thank you” #also add non human whumpee to that and make it so what Caretaker thought was a very big old dog #turns out to be a werewolf old enough to be their father. that's also extremely mentally unwell. welp! what can you.

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Whump Prompts: Older Whumpees

Content: Grief/mourning, recovery, failed escape attempt, wounds/injuries, PTSD/trauma.

Their body getting more fragile.

Whumper lets them go/puts them out of their misery because they're of no use to them anymore

The day they realise they've been there for 10/20/30+ years.

Whumper going easier on them after realising they just can't handle the things they used to do to them.

Being mocked/teased for not knowing anything about the outside world despite their age, but no one realises it's because Whumpee's been in captivity for so long.

Missing out on their grandchildren's lives.

They start to bleed easier.

Caretaker having a picture in their head of what Whumpee will look like, but it being completely inaccurate because of how long it's been.

Bruises and other wounds are harder to hide.

Reuniting with their siblings when they're both/all senior citizens.

Having to reunite with their parents by visiting their grave instead of in person.

Having absolutely no chance of escape because of how broken down their body has become.

Grieving over all the things they missed out on in life that they now can't do.

Whumper pitying them.

Young caretaker with an older whumpee.

Young whumper with an older whumpee.

Being virtually unrecognisable because of how much they've changed.

A whumpee in their fifties still clinging to plushies and comfort items that they associate with safety.

Whumper purposely slowing their pace to give Whumpee the illusion of being faster than they are. Then speeding up at the last minute to terrify them.

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump tropes #whump prompts #whump scenarios #whumpee #older whumpee

[inky-the-artist]

nothing, just caretaker having to carry a larger and/or heavier whumpee

what's their relationship?

what happened?

how do they carry them? can they even carry them, or do they stumble after a few steps?

#whump #whump prompt #whumpblr #whumpee #caretaker #whump ideas #whump inspiration #younger caretaker #older whumpee #inky's occasional writing

[a-class-attempter]

Whumpers are usually made to be older than the Whumpee but I want to see a 20-something year old beating the shit out of 40 year old once in awhile

#whump #whump prompt #older whumpee #whumplr #whump idea #still don’t know what i’m doing

[whumpster-dumpster]

#whump #character types #older whumpee #older caretaker #young whumpee #young caretaker #age difference #poll #i'm curious

[just-an-enby-lemon]

I had whumpt prompt idea.

Before being accused of betraying The System and being taken to The Facility and becoming Whumper's pet, Whumpee was a single father.

When Whumper gets tired of him and gifts him to the younger prodigy and secretly rebel Caretaker he has dificulty breaking the condition and understanding that Caretaker truly sees him as a human. Except Caretaker is a teenager, the same age Whumpee's son was when Whumpee was taken. So when Whumpee sees Caretaker underage drinking for a second he forgets the programming and enters Dad Mode and is all "what are you thinking".

Finally after a lot of fussing Whumpee looks at Caretaker in the eye and says "you are grounded give me your phone" and Caretaker looks at him with shock and teen anger and Whumpee finally remembers that this is his "master" and starts to kneel and present himself for punishment when Caretaker (who never had a positive parental figure before) handles him his phone and asks in a whinny teen voice "how long till I can get it back?"

#whump prompt #conditioned whumpee #pet whump #teen caregiver #younger caregiver #older whumpee #whumpee #platonic relationship between whumpee and caregiver #whump #fluff

[cold1dead1eyes]

older whumpees or whumpees with joint pain getting all sore and creaky when the weather gets cold <3

#whump #whump prompt #older whumpee #whump community #whump ideas #yes this is about oscar #i love love love him my little guy <3 #vince rambles

[gottawhump]

New Arrival

CW/TW: pet whump, BBU/WRU, older whumpee

So this is more of a snippet than a scene, but that’s never stopped me before. Here’s a starting point for what will probably be a new series. Since it’s a BBU series, it will probably overlap with Forgive and Forget at some point, but no guarantees on how or when.

Welcome to Old Friends Senior Pet Sanctuary! A place for older Pets and those unlikely or unable to adapt to more traditional safehouses and rehabilitation.

It’s a great sprawling mansion surrounded by equally sprawling grounds, an old multistoried structure that needs a large live-in staff just to keep it up. It exudes wealth and authority, just like the man who steps out of it, dressed casually in a T-shirt and jeans that are just as tailored as an expensive suit.

Sometimes that’s reassuring to new arrivals who want the reassurance of ownership and routine. But today Carlisle Black is trying consciously to tamp it down. He knows his newest resident isn’t looking for a new owner. He’s grieving the loss of the old one.

The older Guard Dog is wearing a well-tailored suit, black with silver accents that match the grey streaking his hair. He looks well fed, well cared for. He’s here because his owner made arrangements for his lifetime care in the event of his passing.

So many don’t.

#pet whump #bbu/wru #older whumpee

[whumpflash]

Acacia Aneura: On and Up

cw: noncon drugging, beating aftermath, slavery/captivity, branding, briefly mentioned noncon

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Most scavs were loners at heart, and Judd was no exception. He had friends back at the camp, sure. They'd swap tips, share tools, maybe even split a haul if someone came up empty handed. But not a single one would stick their neck out for him. Judd didn't expect them to. He sure as hell wouldn't do it for them, not if he could get away scott-free.

So why the fuck had Skye come back for him?

The thought burned away at his skull, dancing the fucking two-step with the bitter dismay of his failure to escape. 

Judd and Skye were each fitted with heavy restraints, courtesy of the slaver's market; an apology to the buyer for the hassle the pair had caused. The man saw fit to drug them both for the ride as well, pinching Judd's nose and forcing his jaw apart when he tried to fight it. Not Compliance, but something thick and bitter that leadened his limbs and made him drowsy. The two captives were tossed into a storage compartment in the back of the buyer's transport, and locked inside.

Judd tried to reposition himself in a way that didn't put too much pressure on his bound arms, grimacing as the compartment began to rumble with the start of the vehicle's motor. This was it, then. He was about to disappear from the wastes, maybe forever. 

As shitty and brutal as the desert could be, it was still his home, and the fear of leaving it all behind overpowered the heavy pull of the drug, keeping him from slipping under.

Beside him, he could feel Skye struggling into a better position. There was hardly any room to move between the two of them, and by the time he stopped his squirming, he was leaning heavy on Judd. Any other circumstance, he would've shoved the other man away. Cussed him out. But the drug and his throbbing head and the feeling that he owed the older man something, kept him silent.

For some reason, he was caught by surprise when Skye spoke.

"Listen close, bully," he mumbled, his words coming out half-slurred. "Man who has us is very rich, and he came down to the market himself. Hand-picked you." He paused, taking a shaky breath. "Means he has a purpose already in mind for you. Likely either as a pit fighter or a pet."

"Pet?" Judd repeated.

"Bedslave," Skye replied, confirming what Judd already knew, and intensifying the sinking feeling in his stomach.

He clenched his jaw, willing the feeling away. It didn't have to happen. He could still escape.

But even as he thought it, he knew how pointless that hope was.

"What about you?" he asked.

The older man shrugged against him. "I'm an afterthought. Pits or labor. Doesn't matter." His voice sharpened. "You need to get him to make you a fighter. Don't know if that's what he's already got planned, but if it's not, you need to change his mind."

Judd scowled, despite knowing Skye couldn't see it. "What difference does it make? Still a slave either way."

"Fighters need to put on a show," Skye said, suppressing a wince as he shifted again. "They escape the drugs, the Compliance, at least when they're getting ready for a match. They get to train. It's your best chance at escape."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"The better your chances, the less I have to worry about you."

Judd grunted, pressing his cheek against the metal inner wall of the transport. "You should've just fucking ran," he said in a near-whisper.

"That's where you're wrong," Skye replied. "I couldn't be responsible for a fellow scav losing his freedom."

"Now you're responsible for two."

Skye had no response for that. Judd pushed further into the wall, until the pressure on his face built to something almost painful, biting past the dragging effects of the drug. He was going about this wrong, he knew. He was shackled, in the hands of a man who thought he could own him, on the way to a city that might as well be alien. He needed all the allies he could get.

"What about the kid?" Judd said, changing the subject. "Is he—?"

"She is miles away at our camp. Safe." The way he said it sounded almost sad. Resigned.

"What's going to happen to her if you're…" Judd bit the inside of his cheek. "With me?"

A sigh from Skye. "She… I told her not to come after me. Said if I was gone more than a week, to just move on."

"Just move on?"

"Hell knows if she'll listen or not." Affectionate. "Evyr'll be okay. She's a tough kid. She knows I wouldn't just leave her. That if I don't come back it's… it's because I can't."

Judd swallowed. "You said becoming a fighter's the best chance at escape. You think there is a chance then?"

"There's always a chance. Tough one, but scavs are tough. We can make it, but we gotta stick together best we can."

"Thought you said you don't wanna have to worry about me?"

"Doesn't mean I'm gonna leave you high and dry. Faster alone, further together, ever hear that saying?"

The transport suddenly stopped, metal shuddering and creaking. Judd flinched as an odd feeling spread over him, a drop in his stomach. Were they..?

"Don't panic," Skye mumbled. "It's the lifting mechanism. Moves transports up to the floating cities. Kind of like a… shit, y'don't know what an elevator is, do you?" He sighed. "It's taking us up. That's what's important."

"What about getting back down?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Judd grunted in response. How the fuck did Skye know so much, anyway? How could he be so sure about any of this?

The odd drop in his stomach stopped before long, and soon after, the transport slowed. A pair of burly men, neither of them the buyer, threw open the door to the storage compartment and hefted its occupants out. Judd's legs gave out the moment he tried to put any weight on them, the drug's lingering effects rearing their ugly head. 

They were in a small concrete bay, empty aside from the transport, and cold. They had air cooling units at Judd's camp, but they didn't offer much against the heat of the wastes, and were nothing compared to the chill of the room. 

In the light, Skye was looking worse for the wear; blood drying on his lips, in his hair, one eye swelling shut. With the hits Judd had taken, he doubted he looked much better, and the pain and the cool air and the drug all combined to leave him shivering. No doubt the picture of a pathetic mess. 

The buyer was climbing down from the passenger compartment of the transport, and it gave Judd some meager comfort to see that he was sporting a black eye.

"Where do you want them, Mr. Burke?" One of the burly men hefted him to his knees by the collar, and he winced as it dug into his already-bruised throat, adjusting his position so he could still fucking breathe.

"Have them processed and put in a holding cell," Burke responded, adjusting his shirt collar. "I still need to decide on a sufficient punishment." He disappeared through a shiny white door as soon as he finished spouting the instructions, and his goons hauled Judd and Skye roughly to their feet, pulling them to a second, significantly less shiny door.

It opened on a staircase that was somehow even colder than the bay room. Getting down it while chained and dizzy was no easy feat, but both men managed to reach the bottom without falling.

There was a hall, then another door, and another, and then they seemed to have reached their destination; yet another fucking concrete room.

Rubber tubes dangled from the ceiling, and below them, rows of metal drawers lined the walls. In one corner sat a squat furnace. If not for the absence of any parts, it'd look like the kind of repair bays Judd had seen in the grounded cities. A pretty well-equipped one at that.

The man holding Judd dragged him toward one of the hanging tubes, pulling the chain around his neck taut and attaching it to a hook above his head. Burke's goon grabbed the nearest tube and took a step back, angling it at Judd, who let out a strangled gasp as a jet of cold water came spurting out.

Somewhere behind him, he could hear the sound of tearing fabric, followed by protesting curses. Skye was getting the same treatment.

The stream of water soaked into his hair, drenched his skin, worsened his shivering. He watched as the red dust of the wastes washed off him, trickled into the drain.

So much water. A city luxury stealing what little he had left of his home. How stupid was he, to mourn for dust?

The man unhooked his collar and dragged him closer to the furnace. If nothing else, Judd was grateful for the slight heat coming from it, lessening the chill that gripped him. He felt the goon reach behind him, fastening his wrists to the wall.

"Don't move, or this will be a lot worse."

The other goon was hauling Skye over, attaching his restraints to another point in the wall to keep him in place as he reached towards the furnace, pulling out a long metal rod.

A choked, almost fearful sound escaped Skye, and only then did Judd realize what was about to happen. He thrashed, as if he were capable of breaking metal with something as weak as fear. The restraints dug painfully into his wrists.

"Shit— shit, no, don't—!"

"Hold him."

A hand closed around the back of his collar, yanking his head back, better exposing his chest.

Judd cursed as the red-hot iron came closer to him, too panicked to make out the outline of whatever it was they were about to brand him with. He tried again to jerk away, but the man holding him gripped the collar tighter, cutting off his air.

The metal seared into his skin, right below his collarbone, and his scream came out strangled, warped by the pressure on his throat.

Vision white, dizzy from the drug and the pain and the lack of air, Judd's legs buckled. The goon holding his collar caught him, wrapping an arm around his waist and propping him up.

The smell of his own burning flesh was like cooking meat, and it sickened him that it made him feel almost hungry, of all things.

Judd blinked away tears, breathing through clenched teeth as he waited for the pain to ebb, even just a little.

Across from him, Skye's head was hung as the man with the iron approached him, the burning brand in his grip.

The older man didn't try to struggle or curse. He didn't even look up.

But he still let out a blood-curdling scream as the iron pressed into his skin.

When it came away, leaving Skye panting, though still upright, it left behind a bright red circle with a pair of B's in it, mirroring each other, as if to form the outline of a butterfly.

They did Skye's on the right side, not over his heart like Judd's, and when he squinted through blurry vision he could see why.

Over Skye's heart, below his collarbone, was a different mark. An encircled pair of X's, one overlapping the other.

Another brand.

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@kira-the-whump-enthusiast @kixngiggles

#dun dun dunnn #acacia aneura #whump writing #judd harlow #post apocalyptic #apocalypse whump #slavery tw #branding #tw noncon drugging #manhandling #collar whump #tw choking #noncon strip #older whumpee #multiple whumpees #carewhumpee

[rizzoto-whump]

"You're a monster."

Whumper just laughed, "Maybe I am." they said, "But at least I'm not the one bleeding all over the place."

"You think it's funny?" Whumpee shouted, "You think it's funny to hurt people?"

"I think it's hilarious. And I can't wait to do it again."

#whump #whump prompt #military whump #writing prompt #sadistic whumper #defiant whumpee #implied torture #whump tropes #whump community #older whumpee

[whumpshots]

Whump Snippet Saturday #25

"Oh God ... that is so much blood," caretaker mutters and watches whumpee wrap a bandage around their arm with widened eyes. Whumpee just raises their brows and concentrates on their task again.

"Oi, Kid. Are you gonna watch me without helping or are you gonna do your job?", whumpee asks after they have already moved on to treat another wound and caretaker snaps out of their stupor.

"S-Sorry," they whisper and move closer to whumpee, who still sits on the ground, and start taking in their injuries. Old scars show that whumpee must be used to this kind of pain, no wonder they are still moving like nothing happened.

"Thanks, Kid," whumpee breathes after they have treated and bandaged the injuries, their head leaning back, face drained of every bit of colour. Caretaker nods and swallows hard. They just have to move the taller to their bed now ...

#whump #whump writing #whump drabble #caretaker #whumpee #young caretaker #older whumpee #old scars #injured #reluctant caretaker #hurt #whump prompt #whump snippet #whump snippet saturday #whumpshots

[lumpofwhump]

This is @skinofafish’s character Tony, curled up on a chair during a very temporary rescue.

[Image description: A blue ink drawing of an older man with medium-tone skin and dark, wavy hair, wearing a flannel shirt and ragged pants. He’s curled up in the fetal position on a chair, shaking in fear.]

#whump art #older whumpee

[ersh-of-history]

i didn't finish day 1 bc it kept turing into angst rather than whump... but day 2 is here! i'm kinda pleased with how it turned out.

anyway, day 2: solitary confinement

less shadow-y version

@febuwhump

#post it on this blog bc it depicts a historical figure #and it partially based on the book so. i legally can draw whump with him without the need to explain #ersh hist post #ersh art #shuposting #vasily shuisky #whump #whump art #older whumpee #i know this tag existed i just needed to find it #tw whump #tw blood #blood tw #tw torture #(implied) #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday2 #febuwhump

[whumpster-dumpster]

i want to take this chance to speak of how much im obsessed with older whumpees. cringefail ladies in their mid 30s. vampires who look their age when theyre starved for blood for too long. depressed middle aged men with late-stage alcoholism. let them old ppl find love and peace!

Yessss, spread the comfort around!

#whump #older whumpee #answered ask #anonymous

[verkja]

curious, what age range would you consider "older" when you talk about "older whumpees"?

Some friends and I were just discussing this today! In the context of Tumblr, any whumpee over about 25 stands out as notably older than the average, I think - which is entertaining, since in most other contexts 25 is young.

Personally I like whumpees who are rather older than that, in their 30s at least but more often middle-aged or older. It's less about the chronological age than the degree of world-weariness the character has had time to accumulate.

Other factors play into it too, like societal perceptions of attractiveness and worth being tied to youth. So a lot of it changes with context.

#ask answer #older whumpee