Oooh. #1 in the whimper category, your choice of OCs
anon, this is absolutely devious. thank you so so much!
whump dialogue prompts
cw: escaped whumpee, returned whumper, bbu, implied training and conditioning, pet whump, noncon touch.
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“Beg." Rhiannon drawled, striding towards him.
Emmett shook his head. For every step she took forward, he took two backwards. He couldn't see the door and wouldn't dare turn his head to find it. He didn't want to give her the opportunity to pounce on him, to drag him down any faster than he already knew she could.
She cleared her throat, tossing curls over her shoulder. Her eyes were cold and steady; she knew what she wanted and knew how to gain it. It sent a shiver through his skin, despite the cool room around them. "Beg on your knees, Em."
He cursed as his body began to respond. He sank to his knees, a hand stuck to the wall just behind him. Not the door, not even close. All of the training he thought he had successfully suppressed bloomed back to horrifying life within him. He swallowed hard, seeing before him the careful trap that had been laid for him.
And suddenly she was on him. Looming over him, all that chill radiating from her and freezing him to his very core. Her hand gripped his jaw tightly. Her nails sunk into his skin, a blunt echo of his past life. He swallowed tightly, fear gripping him in a way it had not for close to four years.
"Beg me to let you leave," Rhiannon hissed.
"Please." Emmett hated himself for giving in.
"That's a good boy." She squeezed farther, an insidious light bursting behind her eyes. "Beg for me, Em. I want to hear you beg for your little boy, your pretty wife. I want to hear you beg for mercy." Her hand trailed from his jaw to his neck, squeezing even tighter and she herself sunk into a crouch. She forced his head back against the wall. "I can keep you here, Emmett. I could keep you here forever. You'd never see her again, never have another show..."
"N-no, please."
"Never see that new baby of yours." Rhiannon grinned, vicious and sharp. "I should have thought of that, way back when. Stupid me, focused only on getting parts and staying relevant. If I had just gotten you to knock me up, you could still be just mine."
Emmett's breath came hard and fast, panicked and stilted. He couldn't get a good breath around her palm and fingers; his lungs were working too fast to let much in anyway. He blinked, tears prickling already. Begging was beneath him; it wasn't him anymore.
But it is, a voice in his head taunted.
And it was right.
He was on his knees, at her orders, even after so much separation. After an escape and a renewed life, he would still collapse under her orders. Her silvered tongue, wrapping around his bones, trapping him there for as long as she liked.
He thought of Faye, of August napping in his arms, of the nursery mural he had yet to finish. Still graphite sketch marks on the walls, not a speck of color yet. His body went heavy and limp with the sadness. He wanted to see them again, wanted to hold them again.
The only way out was through, and Emmett did not want to.
There was no other option.
"P-Please, miss." The words flowed out of him with embarrassing ease. His face flushed hot with shame, cooled only by the tears now spilling down them. "Please. Please let me go home, miss."
Rhiannon's grin widened. She was pleased. "You get to go when I say, Emmy."
His heart sunk. "Miss-."
"Oh your back, Emmett." She snapped in the air. "Kit, get over here. You're going to help me with our guest."
- Whumpee escaped from captivity a few months earlier, they had no caretaker and had to heal on their own. Soon after they begin to build a new life they meet a boy/girl who they get in a relationship with. Whumpee hides their fear behind cold actions to avoid looking like a victim, pretending to hate people to avoid going out and having to face crowds and other potential whumpers, and trying to convince their partner to stay home so they aren’t alone. Their boy/girlfriend persuades them to go to a party, where they come across whumper, and the boy/girlfriend becomes an aggressively over-protective caretaker of their newly-relapsed whumpee.
Hi there! Could we see some more of Gabriel's recovery arc? Whenever you get to it no rush of course.
Hello there! I think I've put this off for just a lil too long-
Masterlist CW: Female caretaker, parental returned whumper, whumpee reunited with the parents
Malady parked a chair by the phone and tapped her finger on the desk. She knew it was making Gabriel nervous, but telling him the truth would only make him more stressed. He spent his days pacing around the house, peeking out the windows, blankly staring at the door for hours unmoving, unspeaking, she couldn't even catch his attention.
He would only mutter that father was coming home soon.
It sent chills up her spine, but she did her best to assure him he was safe here.
Finally, the phone rang. Both of them jumped as Malady snatched the phone up within seconds. 'HELLO?' She shouted with a tad too much force.
"AH!-.. I- yes! Hello, is this Malady?" The voice asked.
"That's correct! Is it time? Are they here?" She rapidly spoke.
"They just arrived. When can they come by?"
"R-right now!" She snapped, her heart exhilarating in excitement. "Gabriel!" She called, seeing the boy's head poke up from behind the couch.
"It's time." She smiled.
His head instantly disappeared back behind the couch with a tiny whimper. "Now now, everything will be alright. Trust me, you'll want to see this." She coaxed, locking her arm around his elbow and pulling him to his feet, Gabriel protested by skidding his heel across the floor. "Gabriel." Malady snapped, cupping his face in the palm of her hands.
"Your parents are here. Your real parents. They've missed you dearly and are coming to see you." She spoke.
It's as if her words went from one ear and out the other. His expression didn't change, still pale and petrified since the day she found him. She sighed as she lowered him onto the couch, tightening his jacket around his chest in hopes to offer some comfort.
And not long, there was a frantic knock on the door.
She opened it to find two exhausted expressions staring up in anticipation. They looked just like him, pale and miserable, traumatized in horror.
"You must be the Allen’s, please, come inside." She offered.
"Th-thank you!" The woman rasped, her voice crackling in heaves of sobs. Even his father looked anxious, shaking and trembling in his boots.
"Oh Gabriel!" The woman cried, breaking into tears when she saw her missing child. Gabriel looked up, his hand clinging to his chest as he gasped. Within seconds he was buried within his mothers embrace, her long black curly hair covering him like a curtain. His father soon joined, sitting by his side as he wrapped his arm around the two.
Malady smiled as she watched just for a moment, before slipping out the door to give them space to their reunion.
She sat on the bench working to tighten her shoulder brace. She took a long, deep inhaling breath as she slumped further into the seat.
"I know you're there." She spoke, staring up at the clouds. "Don't take me for a fool, brother. After all these years, I still know you."
There was a rustle nearby as she felt a presence sit next to her. It loomed and wallowed in darkness.
"You're too late. You've lost." She smiled, turning to Walter.
He stared up at the sky with her, his eyes overflowing in tears down his face.
"Maybe I have." He muttered weakly, clenching his fists as another sob broke free.
"Hmph. Then you're the fool." She crossed her leg and arms with a small scoff.
CW: Hospital setting, returned Whumper, kidnap attempt, fight over a knife, recovering whumpee
Caretaker had a firm grip on Whumpee’s arm, slowly walking them down the hallway of the hospital.
“You really don’t have to do this every day, Caretaker. I know you’re exhausted too." Whumpee sighed.
“Oh quiet you! I’m more than happy to do this, somebody has to look after you.” Caretaker gently rubbed their arm in their grasp as Whumpee leaned their head against their shoulder.
They were having a tough time recovering after being rescued from Whumper. The rest of the team ran off to hunt their kidnapper down, leaving Whumpee alone in the hospital. Caretaker was the only one who stayed back by their side keeping them company.
They brought them drinks and held it for them when they couldn’t, they brushed their hair and helped them get dressed. They listened to every doctor visit and took notes, learning how to properly care for them, and helped them walk every morning just to give their legs a stretch.
“I’m just... Nervous. Whumper is still out there somewhere.”
“They’re not going find you, Whumpee. They wouldn’t dare come to a hospital of all places. Besides, I’m here! I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” They smiled, pressing a kiss to their temple as Whumpee continued to rest their head on their shoulder with a smile.
Doctors and nurses quietly sprinted past them, in no time, the hallway was empty and silent. An unsettling pit grew in Caretaker’s stomach, but they waved the gut feeling away...
Whumpee was safe here. Nothing bad was going to happen.
“Well well well! There’s my favorite little plaything. I missed you.” Whumper cooed, turning the corner and leaning against the wall with crossed arms, twisting a blade in hand letting the light glisten on it.
Caretaker gasped, grabbed Whumpee and pulled them behind them, protectively wrapping their arms around them with their own body between the two.
“No! You're not taking them again!” They growled.
“But that’s not to you.” Whumper shrugged.
“It’s up to me.” They hissed.
Whumper lunged for them, their hand reaching mostly for Whumpee, who let out a frightened gasp.
Caretaker let go as they grabbed Whumper’s wrist with the knife, slamming their hand against the wall as they struggled and fought for the knife.
“C-caretaker!” Whumpee cried, struggling to stand on their own.
“Stay back!” They shouted, as Whumpee shrunk back further.
The knife clattered to the ground as Caretaker kicked it away, pinning Whumper to the floor with their arms wrenched behind their back.
“I won't let you hurt them ever again! Do you hear me!? Never again!” They hissed.
Whumper laid with a growl, gasping for air as Caretaker’s knee dug deep into their back. Some people returned, Whumper quickly caught attention as they were taken away, shouting curses and threats directed at Whumpee, who was curled on the floor.
Caretaker scooped them up in their arms, whispering loud enough it was over Whumper's threats.
“It’s okay... You’re okay. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. I'm here.."
They lifted them in their arms to carry them back to bed.
I snatched the inspiration from this post from @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi o(^∀^*)o
CW: Whumpee hallucinating Whumper, nightmares, manhandling, but then wholesome fluff cause why not
Whumpee laid in bed hugging their pillow while staring at the clock.
The clock that read 2:57am.
They sighed as their eyes fluttered closed, they just wished they could sleep.
“Whumpee?” A voice spoke from above them.
Their eyes rose as they blinked up, expecting to see nothing but darkness, but instead, they saw a clear face.
Whumper’s face.
They gasped as they tried to crawl away, but two hands gripped their shoulders and pushed them back into the bed.
“No! Let me go!” Cried Whumpee, as they struggled and fought their grasp.
“Shhh! Whumpee, it’s okay! Why are you fighting me?” Whumper cooed, their hand gently caressing their cheek as Whumpee gasped for breath in their panic.
“Wh-what? Y-you-.. You hurt me!” They cried.
“Oh Whumpee, you must be exhausted.” Their hand pressed onto their forehead until they were forced back into their pillow.
“Caretaker hurt you. I’ve been the one watching over you! I would never hurt you.” They smiled.
No no NO! That’s not true… Caretaker was the one who was there for them!
“Yo-you’re lying.” Whumpee hissed.
“Am I?” Their head tilted to the side further then a human head should be able to.
“You poor little thing… You can’t even think straight.” Their lips tsked. “You really did become helpless, just like Caretaker made you into. How cruel of them.” They sighed.
It… Wasn’t true… It wasn’t true!
Wasn’t it?
Whumpee searched their haunted memories, desperate to remember the face of who hurt them, who degraded them to rubble, who manipulated them. Their face was a blur… Why was their face a blur? They should know! That face was burned into their memory like-
There. An image faded through the blur, it was Caretaker’s face, the face that tormented them.
Whumpee twisted their head to the side as they felt tears pouring down their cheeks.
“It can’t be.” The rasped.
A hand tenderly brushed their hair back, thumbing their cheek.
“I’ve always been here, Whumpee, and I always will be… Right-” Their finger pressed onto their forehead, tapping twice.
“Right here.” They smiled.
An alarm blared as Whumpee jolted awake. They shot up with a cry as they felt their body drenched in sweat and tears.
“Whumpee! I’ve got breakfast going!” Caretaker’s cheery voice called from the kitchen. “It’s your favorite!” They sang.
Whumpee’s eyes darted wildly around the room, trying to remember what was real and what wasn’t. The door creaked open as Caretaker poked their head in.
“I can bring it in here if you like, whatever makes you comf- Oh! Whumpee! Are you okay?” Their face fell with concern when they saw Whumpee, panting with a dazed expression. Caretaker nudged the door open as they sat at their bedside feeling their head for a fever.
“I-I’m fi-fine.” Whumpee murmured with a shaken voice.
Caretaker let out a sad disappointed sigh. Whumpee was clearly not okay. They wished they would talk to them more, this wasn’t the first time Whumpee acted like this. What was going on in their head? ...They wished they knew how to help them.
“You can talk to me, you know. I’m right here.” They smiled. “It doesn’t have to be now, it doesn’t even have to be today, It’s just whenever you’re ready.” They brushed their damp hair from their face to see their eyes that looked up at them miserably.
Their brow was furrowed with watering eyes, desperately trying to control their expression hiding the brokenness and pain.
But they broke.
They broke down crying as Caretaker pulled them into a hug. “I’m always going to be right here for you.” They whispered as they held Whumpee tightly in their arms as they sobbed against their shoulder.
“They’re in my head, Caretaker! Every night th-they come and I just… I can’t do this anymore! I want them to go away! Please... Make them go away!” They sobbed, pressing their nose into the crook of Caretaker’s neck.
“Oh Whumpee..” Caretaker’s heart shattered as they pulled them in closer, a hand cradling in their hair.
That night, Caretaker stayed at their bedside with the lamp dimly lit, just enough their face could be seen. They spent the hour keeping Whumpee comfortable and reminded they were safe until they drifted peacefully to sleep.
CW: recovering conditioned whumpee, PTSD, stabbing, physical fight, manhandling, soooome medical whump at the end
“Mister Richard!” Cin ran into the kitchen. “Hey! Good morni-”
“How do I make money!?” He cried, jumping into his lap and grabbing his coat collar.
“Woah woah woah, slow down there, tiger...” Richard chuckled, lifting him back onto his feet. “What on earth do you need money for? If you want something, you can always ask. You know I take care of you here.”
“Of course you do, Mister Richard! And I am very appreciative. I owe you my entire life, work, blood, dedication and soul!” He chirped.
“Uhhhh.”
“Anyway! I need money for that nice man I met in the alleyway.”
“Cin... Cin no.”
“Cin yes!”
“Cin we don’t give money to... People we meet in alleyways. Especially when they have knives and threaten to hurt you.”
“But Mister Richard! He was so kind about it!” He swayed around on his feet.
Richard tilted his chin up to make sure he had his attention. “Just because someone is charming, doesn’t mean they're good. Sometimes the bad people are the good-looking ones.”
Cin’s head tilted in bewilderment, then his eyes narrowed as they darted left to right.
‘Oh what I would give to know what was going on in that head of his," Richard thought.
“Why don’t we go for a walk today? There’s a dock not far from here I think you’ll like.” He smiled. Cin’s face halfway disappeared underneath his sweater, but he reluctantly nodded.
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Richard purposely took the route that had elegant stores. Cin stared at every window he passed with wide twinkling eyes, muttering a tiny ‘woah’ under his breath after passing each one.
“Let me know if you want to go in anything.” He said, but only silence answered.
He felt a presence missing from his side.
“Cin?” He turned around to find him frozen, staring blankly at a window. “Cin!” Richard called, walking towards him. He noticed his hand twitching violently, the closer he got the more he could see his trembling.
‘Oh dear…’
He gently took Cin’s arm to pull him away from whatever was triggering him. The window he was standing in front of was an appliance store, the display covered in knives and tools.
“Oh Cin…” Richard took his shoulders and steered him away. He crouched down till they were face to face. “Look at me, you’re alright.”
He still didn’t move. His face was blank, but his eyes were wide with horror. Richard reached to touch his hand, his fingertips just grazing as Cin flinched back and cried out like he had been struck.
“Hey hey hey! It’s okay. You’re okay.” He turned on his calm coaxing voice. “No one is hurting you, you’re safe.” His hand hovered just inches from his shoulder, but he didn’t dare touch him. A high pitch sound was coming from Cin’s throat, a whining, maybe crying. He didn’t know, it was almost inaudible.
“Hey, come walk with me.” Cin twitched slightly in his direction, his eyes unblinking, but he obediently gave his hand. “There you go, that’s it.” He encouraged.
He walked him to the next window, a toy store with a display of colorful stuffed animals. Cin didn’t seem to see them as he stared dead ahead. Richard turned his hand until his body turned with it, the only thing in front of him now was the colorful display.
“My mother took me here when I was a child. Told me I could pick one thing of whatever I wanted.” He gently wrapped his arms around him from behind. “But she was a cruel woman who wouldn’t let me buy the 500$ lego ferris wheel.” He chuckled.
He could see Cin give off a small smile in the reflection of the glass. “I guess what I’m trying to say is… Do you want to pick something? I know it’s a bit childish, but you can never be too old to have fun, eh?” He rested his chin in Cin’s hair. He felt a tiny nod.
Before he could take his hand, Cin was the one who took his, and led him into the store. Richard was surprised, but went along with it.
They silently walked the isles, Cin’s eyes darting to study every single thing he passed. He still clutched Richard’s hand behind him, pulling him along. His eyes locked on to something as he stopped.
It was a stuffed octopus with a happy smile. Cin pushed his hand into its soft head as it sunk in. “Oh! I think that’s the reversible ones.” said Richard. Cin looked down at his hand to try and figure out how to do it without letting go of him. He ended up locking his elbow around his arm so he could use both hands.
He flipped it inside out, the color changing from dark purple, to red with a tiny mischievous face. Cin started to laugh, flipping it back out.
“Is that your pick?” Richard chuckled. “...Yeah.” Cin murmured with a smile.
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Cin held the octopus close to his chest as they walked the dock. “You like your octopus?” Richard asked. “I love it! Thank you, Mister Richard! Its name is Fishsticks.’’ He smiled proudly.
Richard didn’t question it, he just hummed in acknowledgement. A wave underneath them passed as Cin cringed and pressed his body against his side. Richard wrapped an arm around him for support.
“Mm… M-Mister Richard, may I please go ahead to the car?” Cin whined.
“We’re almost there, stay with me.” He soothed. “Bu-but it’s right there! I’ll go straight to the car, plleease?” He begged. Richard really, really did not want Cin on his own again.
“I’m sorry, hon. But I would really be more comfortable if-” Cin turned Fishsticks to the angry face, cranking it’s mischievous eyes to stare at him. Richard started to regret letting him have that thing.
“Cin, I-” He peeled his eyes off the octopus's face to see Cin’s sad devastated one staring up at him.
“Ugh! Okay fine! But straight to the car, young man. Got it?”
“Got it, Mister Richard!” He cheered, running off down the dock.
“How on earth am I going to keep this man alive…” He muttered, burying his face in his hands.
Cin made it to the end of the dock, hopping off with a relieved sigh.
“Wait… Cin?!” A voice called. He froze as he glanced around. “CIN!” The voice shouted angrily. He spotted a white vehicle parked nearby, the window rolled down with…
Nathen.
The door slammed open as he crawled out of it, burling towards him with his hands extended with confusion.
“..N-Nathen?” Cin took a step back. Nathen’s face twisted even more when he saw his defiance.
“Where have you been!? I’ve been looking all over for you!” He hissed. He grabbed his arm and yanked him forwards as he grunted. “Please don’t tell me you got into any trouble out here. I swear if you talked to any cops.” He jerked him up by his arm so he could growl in his ear.
“You were… looking for me?” He looked up at him with gleaming eyes.
“Of course I was, you idiot! You wouldn't last five minutes out here by yourself! ...Unless you got adopted by some pack of wolves of course. Now into the car, let's go.” He nudged.
“But! But Mister Richard!” Cin pointed in his direction.
“Who the-.. Whatever, just get in the car.” He roughly started dragging him by his arm.
“W-wait! Nathen! I can’t go!” He cried, weakly struggling against his grasp. His cries and pleas were ignored as frustration built in his chest.
“I... Said… NO!” He shouted, twisting his arm as he broke free. “Wha-?”
“I-.. I don’t want t-to go with you an-anymore!” Cin squeezed his eyes shut, crossed his arms and stood up straight. His posture died a little when he peaked an eye open to see murder written on Nathen’s face.
“I erm, I mean… No... P-please?” Cin returned to his self conscious posture, shying away.
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Richard had caught up, coming to a stop when he found Cin talking with a stranger. Great… What did he get himself involved with now?
That... That was no stranger.
“CIN! Come here now!” Richard commanded, his pace increasing. He could see Cin glancing fearfully between the two men, taking a step back.
Nathen’s eyes shot to Richard, finally piecing together what had happened. His face turned soft into a charming smile. “Sweetheart, it’s me! You know me, I’m family! Come home, little one, I missed you.” He gently reached a hand out. “If you come home with me now, you won’t be in any trouble, mmkay? Everything will go back to the way it was. Don’t you miss me? I’m the only one who can take care of you, remember?” He smiled.
Cin whimpered as he his arms hugged himself, visibly trembling.
I should go home.... I wanted to go home so badly this whole time!
He wants me.. Still.. After all the trouble I caused.
Trouble follows me everywhere, he’s… He’s the only one who can put up with me.
“Cin, please! Don’t listen to him! I know what he’s saying is temping, I do! But do you remember what I said this morning?” He begged.
Cin wiped his tears away, his eyes falling to the ground.
“Just because something is charming, doesn’t mean it’s good…”
Richard smiled with a proud sigh at his words. Cin took another step away from Nathen, but not before a hand snagged his hair. “Aah-!” he cried.
“You! What have you done to him!? After everything I did, everything I taught him, you unravel it!? Do you know how hard it was to get him that way?! Nathen barked.
“You didn’t teach him anything! You conditioned and abused someone who depended on you!” Richard grabbed Cin’s arm, ripping him from Nathen’s gasp as he fell backwards into the grass.
“You don’t own him, Nathen! Not anymore…” He growled, stepping between him and Cin. Nathen raised a brow.
“So he still talks about me, hmm?” He crossed his arms. “He must miss home so, so much. I’ll tell you one thing, work has been soooo much harder without him being the lil distraction. So I’d really like my baby back.” He shrugged.
“Oh, over my dead body!” Richard yelled. “Round two then.” He smirked, pulling a knife from his belt.
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Cin struggled to sit up, finding the two fighting over a knife against the car. Nathen was shorter and less built compared to Richard, who had his wrist pinned to the window. He took his hand and slammed it against the glass, shattering it as Nathen let out a grunt. The knife fell from his grasp, causing Richard to ease up a bit, forgetting he hadn’t quite won. Nathen used his free hand to grab his hair, slamming his head against the car.
He hit the ground, dazed, but surprised Nathen wasn’t immediately on top of him after his fall. He blinked up to find Cin on his feet, Nathen behind him with the knife to his throat.
“M-... Mister Richard?..” Cin whimpered, tears silently falling down his cheek.
“N-no! Nathen please, do-don’t do this! Don’t hurt him!” He begged.
“Ehh, it’s a little late for that.” He shrugged. “Looks like I won again, ‘Mister Richard’.” He chuckled.
“Oh yeah?” He huffed, twisting his body till his back was against the car. “You-.. You forgot something this time.” Richard grinned, the hand behind his back revealing a phone that had been dialed.
“...No.” Nathen gasped, as approaching sirens blared in the distance. “D-dammit…” He scoffed, his grip loosening.
“I’m not letting you leave here, ‘Mister Nathen’. You lost.”
Nathen’s eyes fell, his brain wracking as he weighed his options. His face slowly turned into a deathly smile.
“We’ll see.”
Cin let out a gasping choke as the knife was plunged into his chest.
“NO!” Richard cried.
Cin crumbled on his knees at Nathen’s feet. His hand dug into his hair to push him over on his side as he stepped over him.
“No no no no no no no!” Richard crawling over to him, pressing the palm of his hands into the wound. Nathen had climbed into his car, hitting the gas to fade down the road.
“Cin! Stay with me! Keep breathing… Please! Keep breathing! Hey!” Richard sobbed.
His every breath was a light wheeze, but at least it was a breath...
Fishsticks laid nearby, its blood-spattered mischievous face blankly staring at the blue sky.
