#whumper is caretaker

[avvail-whumps]

I just realised in #20 of Guns for Hire, Leo was almosted 🍇ed by one of the mercenaries when he was asleep. If you mind, could you please write something about Leo admitting that to Roy? So we can see his reaction?

“Who was your least favourite?”

The question caught Leo off guard, momentarily pausing and turning his attention away from his food. He was eating a bowl of chocolate mint covered marshmallows, some leftover from Halloween. He hummed, his head lifting off Roy’s shoulder.

“What do you mean?” He asked, catching the mercenary’s languid stare.

“I mean the other guys,” he shrugged, as if it wasn’t such a horrible memory for him. “When I was away on my contract. Who was your least favourite?”

Why was he asking him this question so suddenly? Leo’s brow crinckled as he stared at his bowl, fingers squeezing one of the marshmallows gently. The mercenary seemed to notice his obvious hesitance, and leaned down to kiss the furrow in his brow.

“It’s not a trick,” he prompted smugly. He swiped one of the marshmallows and tucked the blanket tighter around them. “I was thinking about it last night, is all.”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek softly.

“Bran,” he responded in a small voice. He didn’t want to remember them at all, but he tried to swallow down the anxiety regardless. “I think Rafi next. He freaked me out a little, especially that one time when I woke up and he—”

Leo cut himself off. He snuggled further into Roy’s side. “Nevermind.”

“Nevermind?” The mercenary parroted, shaking his head. “When you woke up and what, lion?”

“I don’t want to...” His voice trailed off. “It’s nothing.”

“Come on,” Roy encouraged softly, hand gently rubbing his arm. Leo swallowed nervously, just trying to comfort the racing of his heart with Roy’s presence and his warmth instead. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Leo knew he could. That was what made it so difficult. He released a shuddering breath, fiddling the marshmallow absentmindly. He finally set it in the bowl, and another encouraging squeeze from Roy finally forced it from his tongue.

“Rafi, he...” Leo shifted. “I don’t think—he didn’t touch me, or anything. I just, I woke up and he was on the bed...”

He frowned. “I barely even remember it. But he was—trying to take my pants off and he said, he said that—” Leo felt Roy kiss the top of his head, tucking him under his chin. He took the bowl so Leo could wrap his arms around him. “He said something about it not being as fun if I was awake, so he left me alone. I don’t even remember it that well, I don’t even know if I dreamt it.”

There was silence from the man, before he spoke in a calm, measured voice. The arm around him had tightened inexplicably.

“He did?” Roy muttured grimly. Leo gently stroked the tattoo on Roy’s arm, just under the cut of fabric of his short sleeve.

“Yeah,” he whispered, his voice so quiet. “It’s not...I really don’t even think about it.”

Sometimes Leo thought about it. Sometimes when Roy would unbutton his pants, he would imagine what it would have been like it he hadn’t woken up that night. He liked it when Roy peeled his clothes off, but the memory clung to him like dirt, and it wouldn’t come off. So, he supposed he was lying, and he knew Roy wouldn’t like it.

“Yeah?” Roy sighed curtly, kissing the top of his head like he could hear his heartbeat picking up. “I’m glad I put a bullet through his skull. Didn’t know that was a taste of his.”

When Leo remained quiet, gentle fingers slid under his chin, tilting his head back to meet his eyes. They were darker than usual, but his voice was so warm.

“None of the others touched you, right?” He asked quietly, and Leo didn’t even have time to shake his head before Roy was continuing. “Because it doesn’t matter that Bran and Sean are in hiding, I will find them. So just give me an excuse to bury them in the back garden too, lion.”

Maybe it was the morbid sentiment that made him blush, but Leo shook his head. The fingers under his chin gently stroked his cheek, and he leaned keenly into the touch as if he’d never experienced it before. His heart skipped a beat.

“No,” he whispered. “Promise.”

Roy smiled slightly, leaning forward to kiss his lips. When he pulled away, the ex-secretary happily cuddled against his side, accepting the bowl of marshmallows back.

“Good,” he sighed, leaning his head against his in the coziness of the couch. Leo didn’t have to know that he was absolutely livid, seething with jealousy at the idea Rafi had even thought about the idea of touching what was his. “I’m glad.”

#ask #guns for hire special #guns for hire request #guns for hire #whump #whump writing #whump drabble #whump scenario #whumper #whumpee #whumper is caretaker #stockholm syndrome #conditioned whumpee #tw for the mention of rap3 #i had no idea what you meant by 🍇ed for a long while #whumpblr #leo and roy #writing #my writing #avvail whumps

[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

[bamber344]

ok so superhero whump scenario:

Villain is Hero's favourite 'bad guy' to fight. Villain never really hurts anyone with their actions, and anything they steal is usually anonymously returned within a few days. The worst crime they've really committed is property damage. Hero is convinced they're just doing it for fun, as evidenced by Villain's very melodramatic and performatively cheesy attitude during their confrontations

Eventually, Villain disappears. Hero assumes they just decided to put down their cape and mask, though is a little saddened that they now don't have any real 'comic relief' in their day-to-day villain fighting.

A few months later, Hero is in Superhero's HQ when they come across a locked door they hadn't noticed before. Overcome with curiosity, they figure out how to get it open and take a peek inside.

Even without their iconic costume or mask, Hero would recognise Villain anywhere. Villain looks awful. Emaciated, bruised, scarred, curled up in a shivering ball in the corner of what Hero now recognises as a cell. How long has Superhero kept them here? And why? Hero doesn't know, all they do know is that this is wrong, and that their old rival needs their help, Superhero be damned.

#whump #whump writing #whump prompt #whump scenario #superhero whump #villain whumpee #superhero whumper #hero caretaker #hero x villain

[kjwriting]

when the whumpee’s back arches in pain.

off a table, the ground - anything.

it gets me.

every time.

#whump #whump writing #whump prompt #whumpee #whump community #whump scenario #whump tropes #whumper #caretaker #im completely new to this

[whumpd-up-kicks]

A character who's been shot is captured by enemies/bad guys. They're bleeding badly, and their captors need them alive. The bullet is removed, and the wound is poured with alcohol and bandaged tightly - none of it is done gently, and, being tied up (and maybe gagged), they can do nothing but scream and cry out in pain while enduring the rough treatment.

#whump #gunshot #rough caretaking #caretaker turned whumper #whumper turned caretaker

[whumpingandsmilinglikeanidiot]

Whumpee thinks Caretaker is their new master. Good trope, right? But check this out;

Caretaker doesn't notice.

Because the morning after the day they were rescued, all Whumpee did was get Caretaker a cup of coffee. It was only after then that Whumpee realized new master new rules, and Caretaker might not like coffee at all. So after an hour or so of a panic attack, Whumpee decides to stay put and not do anything.

But Caretaker didn't say anything about that coffee, so Whumpee should probably keep doing that?

And so, every morning, Caretaker gets a cup of coffee, says thank you, that's a nice gesture, and gets done with the day, while Whumpee tries to stay as quiet and unnoticed as possible. Not angering Caretaker is their top priority. Caretaker notices Whumpee is really, really quiet, but hey, they might just like it quiet. They do seem a little scared, but they've been putting off well, so Caretaker is positive that they'll get better with time.

Then Caretaker hears Whumper liked a cup of coffee every morning.

That's.. a strange coincidence.

I hope that's a coincidence.

And they finally try to talk to Whumpee about it, and Whumpee breaks into tears and Caretaker realizes what a mess this is,

#and I don't know how to end this post #this has been sitting in my saves for around three months #whump #whumpee #whump prompts #whump idea #whumper #whump prompt #whump ideas #caretaker #recovery whump #whump tropes #caretaker new master #bad caretaker #caretaker new whumper

[whumped-by-glitter]

Okay, hear me out....

A caretaker with an extremely conditioned whumpee.

Caretaker is forced to "speak their language" to get through to whumpee. Caretaker has to start acting like Whumper to slowly undo the conditioning.

They have to start harsh and strict to slowly teach Whumpee what freedom is, or reintroduce them into their own agency.

Maybe Whumpee was a slave or a pet, and all they know are orders and discipline and reward. Before Caretaker figures this out, Whumpee is listless or catatonic, or maybe self-destructive and reckless. Without order and routine, Whumpee has no idea how to function, their mind is sent into chaos.

Caretaker has no interest in being a master, but to get through the conditioning, to even get them medical help, they are forced to get their hands dirty.... Orders are just necessary- "you're going to the hospital, that's an order" or "I order you to decide on what you want for dinner."

Caretaker never wanted this power and responsibility over another person.

With power, there is also the risk of corruption.

Maybe Caretaker is terrified about walking the fine line between helping their severely damaged and twisted whumpee and becoming the new whumper.

Maybe they get it right, maybe they get it wrong, maybe it's something in between, there's so many directions this could go and all of the threads are so interesting.

#whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee #whump #whumper #caretaker #caretaker turned whumper #caretaker is a reluctant master

[fern-writes-whump]

You know what? I don't give enough credit to comforting actions paired with violent ones. I'm not talking about after either, I mean soft touches while hurting whumpee

A knife in one hand and the other stroking whumpee's back

tying whumpee in an uncomfortable position and petting their hair

injecting a sedative/poison and singing a lullaby

putting a blade through whumpee while hugging them <3

a hand on their cheek and the other around their throat

#whump #whumpee #whump prompt #whump trope #whump scenario #caretaker #whumper #fern whumps #intimate whumper

[tss-whumper]

i don’t think caretaker trauma is talked about enough

of course whumpees are going through horrible things and deserve care and love and all that. they’re the whumpees, they’re traumatized to an extreme degree.

but being the person who cares for the whumpee, the one who has to see this shell of a person over and over, the one who the whumpee flinches away from when they’re just trying to make sure whumpee eats. the one who is running on no sleep because making sure the whumpee gets rest is more important than sleeping themselves. the one who had to watch the ransom videos. the one who was just sitting, helpless, or the one frantically searching to no avail. the one who blames themselves for not being able to rescue whumpee sooner.

the caretaker deserves some love and care and comfort too.

#whump #whump ideas #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump idea #whump community #caretaker #whumpee #tss whumper ideas

[avvail-whumps]

Hey since you did vampire au. Can you do one with gender switch...( of chp 30 👀 )

thank you to the other anon for the fem roy name suggestion it’s use has been long overdue🫡

The mercenary set Leona down gently against the edge of the tub, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt as she leaned over to turn the water on.

The running noise filled the bathroom, Leona’s spine shivering slightly when she felt Reine’s fingers brushing through her dirty blonde hair. Her puffy eyes slid up to meet her icy gaze, resisting the urge to sniffle.

She gently eased her back up to her feet, the woman’s hands hot against her waist. Leona resisted the urge to squirm, especially when those fingers began to tug at her shirt.

“Lift your arms up, lion,” she whispered smoothly, an edge of something seductive on her tongue. Leona’s stomach coiled. “I have to help you, after all.”

Her cheeks burned red. The idea of being stripped down to nothing in front of her captor was humiliating, with the state of her ragged body. Whether it was through fear, her arms slowly rose up, and Reine eased the shirt along with it.

She felt the cold air hit her bare skin, and she wasn’t quick enough to cover her chest from the mercenary’s assaulting eyes. They darkned, just for a moment, before a hand slid under the waistband of her pants.

She held her breath as she helped her step out of them, taking her underwear with her. There was an absence of her bra, but she hadn’t been with one for weeks now. Reine’s didn’t exactly fit.

Leona burned with humiliation. This was awful, possibly the worst thing she’d been subjected to for a while, even with the other mercenaries gone.

She desperately attempted to cover herself, tucking herself just that little bit closer so she could avoid Reine’s curious gaze. She tried to ignore the way the woman’s hands skidded along her thighs as she rose back up, settling back on her waist.

Fingers tapped under her chin, revealing Leona’s beet red face.

“Are you a little shy, baby?” She purred, her lips curved into a knowing smirk. “How about I make it a bit easier for you?”

Before Leona could ponder on what she meant, Reine was peeling off her own shirt. She almost stuttered on her own breaths, wide eyes staring at her tall, lean figure on full display.

It didn’t go amiss, all of her innocent staring, but Reine could only chuckle softly under her breath. The rest of her clothes were gone, finally unclipping her bra and tossing it in the laundry basket.

Her fingers went back under Leona’s chin, tilting her head back.

“Eyes up here, lion,” she murmured softly, and the secretary’s eyes obediently jumped up, flushing with embarrassment from her own actions. The woman switched off the water, and gently helped Leona into the tub. She went with her, the water rising to the edges of the tub, and her constant presence behind her was making her stomach twist.

Reine effortlessly tied up her black hair, before brushing Leona’s off her shoulders, bringing it back to her shoulder blades. Goosebumps littered along her skin, no matter how warm the water was.

“Don’t soak your fingers, alright?” She warned her gently, tilting her head back. She drizzled water on her hair, nails pleasantly scratching her skull as she washed all of the dirt and grime out, soothing Leona’s beating heart.

Her cheeks remained a cute little red, Reine couldn’t help but notice, but she refrained from teasing her just yet.

Once her blonde locks had been thoroughly washed, she lathered up the flannel with body wash, starting from her shoulders and gently washing her body. Leona could only sit there obediently, as still as a statue, because when Reine leaned closer to reach the front of her chest, her heart had started pounding again and she wanted to squirm.

She was sure Reine was letting her touches linger far longer than she should, and it was apparently obvious that Leona couldn’t keep as still as she’d hoped.

She felt the mercenary’s chest against her back, soapy hands gently gliding across her collarbone, just teasing the dip of her breasts.

“Something the matter, lion?” She purred, as if she didn’t know what she was doing.

Leona tried to shake her head, but her touches were driving her crazy, and she’d missed when she touched her like this. It had been far too long. Reine hummed against her neck, kissing the skin there softly. She pulled Leona back so she was lying against her chest, hand dipping under the water to tease the inside of her thigh.

“Legs up,” she ordered, the lilt of her voice making Leona practically moan. She made sure to watch her injuries, but all of that drained out of her mind once Reine’s fingers slid between her thighs, and she showed her just what she’d missed out on since her contract.

#ask #guns for hire special #guns for hire request #guns for hire #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whumper is caretaker #female whumper #female whumpee #gender swap au #leo and roy #writing #my writing #avvail whumps #they're lesbians your honor #there's no was fem roy wasn't ALL over fem leo from the very beginning #she was knuckles deep inside of her before they even hit the two week mark #fem roy 🫡🫡🫡

[whump-bunny]

Whumper overestimates how much torture Whumpee can take. The once-defiant Whumpee is broken and catatonic, not speaking or reacting to anything anymore. And Whumper isn't happy about it. Though they loathe to admit it, they liked Whumpee's defiance. It was entertaining. Whumpee was entertaining. With them not speaking anymore, Whumper realizes that they miss the sound of Whumpee's voice. The snarky little comments, the sarcastic jokes, the curses screamed in rage.

Now Whumper is desperate to get the old Whumpee back. They're being extra "nice," giving Whumpee medical treatment and food, anything to make them go back to how they were before. Anything to fix their favorite toy.

Because like it or not, Whumper doesn't have anyone else.

#whump #writing #whumpee #whumper #carewhumper #whumper turned caretaker #defiant whumpee

[jordanstrophe]

CW: Ransome, kidnapped, cold whump, hurt/comfort

Whumpee's been kidnapped as ransom. Caretaker immediately gives in to whumper's demands and shows up to the trade alone. It's raining and the dark clouds could fool anyone for night.

Caretaker's was already freezing, but their blood ran colder as they watched whumper yank whumpee out of the back trunk hardly dressed.

Whumpee's sluggish, drowsy, confused; they're shaking and their arms are bound behind their back. They feel themselves get shoved towards caretaker as they nearly topple over. Caretaker rips their own coat off and bundles whumpee in it, holding them tightly by the shoulders. They nearly drag them to the car trying to get away from here as fast as possible.

Even though they're in caretaker's arms, whumpee still expected to be shoved in the trunk, it was what they were used to by now. It felt strange being put in the front seat with the heater, a blanket tossed over them and a bottle of water placed in their lap. 

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #caretaking #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump angst #whump writing #ransom whump #kidnapped whumpee #hurt/comfort #rescued whumpee #comfort whump #protective caretaker #whump prompt #caretaker prompt #kidnap prompt

[emptyrubbishbin]

"You'll never hurt anyone again."

Caretaker captures Whumper and conditions them to associate the sight of blood, wounds or sounds indicating any kind of hurt (screaming, yelping, whimpering, begging, etc) with pain. This also means they’re not just scared of hurting others, but they hate looking at their own wounds and avoid making noise when they are hurt because the sounds upset them.

#whump #whumper turned whumpee #whumpblr #whump writing #whump prompt #whump scenario #conditioning #whump community #whump stuff #caretaker turned whumper

[bltzgore]

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.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #whump prompt #scary caretaker #monster caretaker #whump scenario #protective caretaker #tw language