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albino-whumpee · 2 years
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Cw//noncon, pet whump, nonhuman whumpee, child abuse, experiments, self loathing, death, forced to watch, betrayal
Im having a Kuro sad hours so I’m just gonna tell you that this man has gone through hell.
He wasn’t only severely abused by his father before he killed him, he also didn’t stop walking aimlessly for weeks hoping a human would shoot him dead only to get abducted into a facility that made experiments with exceptional druls where he met his very first friends.
He also escaped that place even tho he didn’t want to because his lover had been his whole life inside that facility and wanted to see the world that had rejected their whole existence. He escaped because he trusted he would be by his side, so even a ruined awful world like that was worth living because it had his lover and his friends in it, but Kuro lost his reasoning when he had to leave his lover behind to escape.
So when he goes back for him, he realizes he has gone through the last stage of the experiments and having him back means killing him. So when he refuses to do so, and continues to fight him, who’s several times stronger than him, he has to make a deal with the owner of the facility in order to help him return back to normal.
Even if the price is his own freedom and his lover’s memories about him.
Only for years after systematically killing his own species because of orders of his “owner”, he sees his lover fall in love with someone else, over and over. Until he realizes the person he loved is long dead now and searches for someone else to fill that void. Only to find the person that loves him back so much, that would give her life for him, rapes him in order to get a child out of him, even after a million talks about how he couldn’t let that happen.
So when she delivers, he takes the new born, realizes the miracle he has in his hands before he burns half of his face to make him unrecognizable and gives him away before announcing his child died at birth.
Not because he couldn’t be a father, not because of revenge, but because he knew both, the thing crawling inside him would search to kill him in order to enter his son’s body, and the owner of his life, the person who gave him back his lover, would do anything to kill that child.
So when his lover realizes what he did for him, the atrocities he committed in the name of “protection” he hears him swear to him he will kill him and make the world go to hell with him. He actually agrees and lets him try, but when he’s so close to, his owner rescues him. Seizing full control over his territory and starting a full blown war with humanity by using him as a weapon.
A weapon his lover wants dead and his beloved protégée wishes to save when he has become a weapon himself because he will be useful against the real enemy in this war.
This man’s only wish was to have the people next to him be happy.
His sin was that it didn’t matter to him if the world caught on fire if it made them happy.
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jordanstrophe · 1 month
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Whumpee woke with a sobbing shout. They quivered and panted, memories hit them as if they were still on the floor at whumper's feet. They felt arms wrap around them and beeping heard overhead; the sound worsened the pounding already in their head. 
"Hey hey hey! It's okay. You got a lot of injuries, you've got to take it slow." Caretaker touched whumpees forehead and put them back against the pillow. They tightly gripped whumpee's hand and the other rested on their chest.
"Wh-where am I? How did I get here?" Whumpee panicked. 
"You're in a hospital. I'm here with you, everything's okay. You're going to be fine..." Caretaker sadly smiled. Whumpee stared up at them with wide eyes, breathing like a wounded animal, gripping the back of caretakers hand with every ounce of strength, which was hardly holding them at all.
Despite caretaker's calm demeanor, whumpee could feel caretaker's hand shaking as much as their own.
"You-" Whumpee breathed, trying to raise their hand to them, but they couldn't.
"Yeah, it's me," Caretaker smiled, collecting their collapsed hand in their own. "I'm here, I'm taking good care of you. You can keep resting, okay?"
Whumpee shook their head no, their body still in fight or flight mode, wanting nothing more but to jump up and assess their surroundings. Caretaker could see their legs twitching and slowly inching off the bed as they sighed and scooted on the bed with them, pushing their legs back to the center.
"No hon, it's too early to be doing that." Caretaker soothed, laying whumpee's head on their shoulder.
It was almost as if as soon as whumeee's cheek settled, they relaxed and their heart rate slowly returned to normal beat by beat. Caretaker looked up at their monitor and sighed with relief watching the numbers stabilize. 
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spinzolliii · 2 months
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God, I love sickfics that cut between a Whumpee’s current illness, and illnesses they’ve had in the past. Before, being sick was traumatic and lonely. Maybe they were neglected or even ostracized for their illness. In the present day, they don’t know how to handle being loved.
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whumptydaisy · 2 months
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Oh Oh Oh! You know what I wanna see?
Suicidal Whumpees
(This has nothing to do with my own issues shut up)
Particularly, a Defiant Suicidal Whumpee
A Whumpee who gets captured, who gets beaten black and blue, tortured with everything Whumper can throw at them, but still spits in their face at the end of the session
A Whumpee who taunts and mocks their captors at every turn, regardless of how much worse it makes things for themself
A Whumpee who acts as the biggest thorn in Whumper’s side because they won’t back down, they won’t submit, they won’t just give up like Whumper wants
A Whumpee who does all of this because they don’t care, who, when threatened with death, looks Whumper dead in the eye and says “bring it”, who’ll get the barrel of a gun pointed at their head and just lean forwards and tell Whumper to pull the trigger with a smile on their face
A Whumpee who takes everything Whumper does to hurt them and still throws insults back at them, because deep down they’re hoping if they piss Whumper off enough, if they push them too far, Whumper might actually kill them and it will all end
A Defiant Whumpee who spits in Whumper’s face and prays that this time it’ll finally be the straw the broke the camels back and they’ll be free
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whump-queen · 8 months
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“C’mon mutt, look at the camera. Your owner wants to make sure you’re still breathing.”
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whump-kia · 2 months
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nothing hotter than a suck-it-up whumpee. no one needs to know they're hurting, they can last a little longer, surely. shoulders back, heavy breathing. they can handle it. eyes lifted, bracing themselves against the pain or the fever. clenching and unclenching fists, gritting their teeth and surging forward. there's work to be done, now. a bit of blood won't stop them from doing their damn job.
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bltzgore · 4 months
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Currently fixating on caretaker who's not all human letting their voice drop as dark and monstrous as they can. They make unflinching eye contact with whumper, and with all the vitriol and burning rage in their body tell whumper, "Don't you fucking touch them."
It is not a warning, not even a command. It is a promise.
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echoingalaxies · 2 months
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Whumpee is dying, nothing can stop it anymore. Instead of a goodbye - when Whumpee closes their eyes for the last time, when they take their final breaths, when their hand in Caretaker's goes limp - Caretaker whispers "good night."
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whiteboywhump · 4 months
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The Childe (2023) || Fleisch (2008)
The 100 (2x11) || Labyrinth (2012)
90210 (S5 E9) || Money Heist (E?)
Two Against Death (E6 2016) || Damien (S1E6)
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whumpbees · 8 months
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Whumpees getting their head tilted up by a weapon! A sword, or knife, or gun.. right below the chin. Listen to their breath hitch as they make eye contact
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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 4 months
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unpopular opinion but whump should and deserves to be messy
"Yeah duh there's plenty of scenarios with blood and tears--" no. I want more.
I want pink tinted spit dribbling out of Whumpee's mouth. I want strings of saliva connecting between their busted lip to Whumper's tongue. I want drool running down the corners of their mouths because of a gag that makes it difficult to swallow.
I want sweat making Whumpee feel sticky and clammy to the touch. I want their skin to be slick and soaking into their soiled clothes. I want them to squirm in discomfort of a dirty shirt clinging to their back from precious fluids that are going to risk further dehydration. I want their hair to be continuously damp and hanging in thick strands in their face.
I want the scabs to turn white with pus and black with infection. I want old wounds to tear open and bleed a thick red. I want the pink flesh underneath to pulse and quiver, the sight of yellow fat and cartilage. I want blood vessels and capillaries to burst and spread over an area, I want burns to start brown and peel away to a tender pink.
I want Whumpee to vomit out of their nose because their mouth is gagged. I want bile to reek on their clothing and on their tongue. I want them to grow use to the taste of bitter blood and burning chyme forever in the back of their throat. I want them to have to snort and hack to be able to spit out whatever was still caught on their tongue or risk swallowing it down.
I want their tears to remain unwiped and crusting over their eyes. I want snot to smear over their cheeks and leave their lips uncomfortably tacky. I want their face to remain blotchy and red because they just can't get it clean. I want dirt and blood and skin to build up under their fingernails to the point they risk infecting their own wounds if they try and mess with it. I want Whumpee to only be sprayed down with cold water and an old towel, never any soap and never in all the creases of their body.
I want their bodies caked in grime and viscera and bodily fluids. I want Whumper to never give them the luxury of feeling clean and in fact actively making them more filthy each time. I want Whumpee's clothes yellowed and their hair matted and their skin sickly. I want injuries to never properly heal so that the only option is to amputate the necrosis. I want Whumper to force Whumpee to clean up whatever kind of mess they made by licking it off the floor.
I want arteries to spew like a garden sprinkler. I want the exposed roots of pulled teeth to dangle freely in their mouth. I want Whumpee's hair, including all of their body hair, to grow to unruly lengths that are constantly tangled and ingrown. I want them to find comfort in starving because it means there's nothing to risk throwing up. I want them to scrub their skin raw and bleeding, uncaring how much it aggravates their injuries or how the soap stings, the first chance they're given for a real bath.
I want it to be nasty!!!!!!
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whumpcereal · 2 months
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a little noncon whump scenario beneath the cut
"Do you know what the French call it when you come, Whumpee?"
Whumper's whisper is warm and wet in Whumpee's ear. Whumpee squeezes their eyes shut, trying to ignore the rough hand slipping between their legs. They bite down hard on gag between their teeth, but still, their body jerks in response to Whumper's touch.
"They call it la petite mort, pet. A little death."
Whumpee's body coils like a spring as Whumper's fingers bring them closer to the edge.
"I wonder," Whumper purrs, "just how many times you'll die before I decide to kill you."
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spinzolliii · 2 months
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A whumpee prematurely returning to their duties and attending a meeting/class/training session/whatever. They’re clearly falling apart in silence, and they quietly excuse themselves halfway through. One of their friends finds them bleeding/vomiting/unconscious in the bathroom much later.
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whumpy-daydreams · 9 months
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"You're not going to kill me. You're having too much fun for that."
Whumper pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at whumpee's forehead. "Are you sure about that?"
But whumpee didn't flinch. Instead they leaned forward, pressing their forehead into the barrel. "Go on then. Do it."
Whumper paused. And cocked the gun. But still whumpee didn't express fear. Their eyes were full of determination and challenge, lips twitching into a small smile despite their set jaw.
The seconds ticked past in slow motion, each staring at the other playing a dangerous game of chicken. Whumper caved first, dropping the gun to their side.
"Coward." Whumpee hissed
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jordanstrophe · 8 months
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Whumpee sat mindlessly in the hospital bed. They were restless and wanted to go home, but weren't allowed to leave until they told more about what happened under whumper's hand.
They seemed calm; not too many injuries, but enough to be concerned and no clue what caused them. No one had seen anything like it...
"Would it be okay if you told me? Just me. No one else in the room." Caretaker coaxed. Whumpee was silent for a while; you could see their eyes darting, their shoulders raised insecurely, their legs twitching closer to their body.
Then finally, a soft subtle nod.
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martyr-inthedark · 9 days
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Whumpees who won't open their eyes
Whumpees who can't open their eyes
Whumpees whose eyes have been glued or sewn shut
Whumpees who are so used to being in the dark or in a blindfold that hospital lights, let alone sunlight, are too painful
Whumpees who close their eyes during a flash back
Whumpees who have missing or mutilated eyes
Whumpees who are blind or who have been blinded, and having to navigate freedom without being able to ground themselves visually
Whumpees who can no longer engage in their favorite hobbies because they required sight
Whumpees with night vision who can't see in broad daylight
Monster Whumpees with several eyes that are slowly being picked off by Whumper as if they were treating themselves to dessert
Whumpees with infected or swollen eyes or cataracts
Whumpees with chemical burns and scars over their eyes
Whumpees who have lost the ability to see.
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