Mousepaw

(first of all 'sexually helpful friend' has made me laugh every time i've scrolled past this ask thank you so much lmao)

"are you- are you sure?"

"i feel like i should be the one asking you that," friend says, and it's such a startling response that whumpee laughs.

"god, that's- yeah, there's a lot about this that is kind of fucked up, huh." whumpee buries their face in their hands. they heave a deep sigh and then sit up, looking at their friend. "but no, seriously, i- i don't want you to feel like you have to do this. i know it's weird, and it's fucked up, and we're sitting here with all our clothes on having this- this conversation, and this is the least sexy way to start this, but-"

"hey." friend reaches over and takes whumpee's hand, giving it a squeeze. their touch is familiar and known, grounding.

those hands have held whumpee's, have touched their whole body. they have never forced, never abused. the only time they've ever been rough or aggressive was when whumpee wanted them to.

"when we talked about this, i said yes." friend squeezes whumpee's hand again. "and i'm saying yes now, too. we have a plan for if this is a giant disaster. you want this, and i'm on board. besides." they wait until whumpee is looking at them again to raise an eyebrow. "you've done some weird sex shit with me because i wanted to try it. nobody here's judging."

Whumper who does all of the first aid themselves, making even a simple bandage seem like a grueling task Whumpee has to stick through.

Whumper who sticks their fingers in Wumpee's wounds and presses on their bruises while patching Whumpee up, just to watch them squirm. You trust me, don't you? I'm just trying to help. Whumper who doesn't numb Whumpee when sewing up their gashes, Come on, you know I'm just trying to help you. Stop making this harder.

Whumper who holds Whumpee close after they beat them down, Shhh, it's okay. You know I was just angry. I would never mean to hurt you. Whumpee who has no choice but to be held by the hands that made them bleed.

Whumper who listens to all of Whumpee's cries and woes, only to use them against them later.

(Tw mentions of murder, torture and the like)

Assassinating an enemy of their organization

"Wiping out" a faction that opposes their organization

Killing someone "as a warning"

Stalking a person of interest in order to gather intel

Breaking into a secure location to retrieve files or another valuable item for their organization

Keep a close eye on a prisoner to ensure they stay in line (like a jail guard)

Undercover missuon: Let themself be captured by the enemy in order to gather information

Bodyguarding a person of interest

Bodyguarding a person of interest from afar and without their knowledge, like a guardian angel

Accompanying a superior when they wouldn't usually be requested, merely as a display of power

Training/tutoring other living weapons in the organization

In settings where it's appliable: Being sent out to help take down a powerful monster for public safety/the safety of their own organization

Murdering an enemy organization's own living weapon

Retrieving someone in a hostaage exchange

Stealing something valuable from someone, perhaps as a display of power; a warning

Kidnapping someone important for a person of interest to use as a hostage

● There was a rumour of a strange man who threatened anyone with anything. He mostly targeted those between the ages of 7 and 16. He even preferred those who had brain injuries.

● He would release wild animals on the street! Even more oddly enough in specific gardens of the neighbourhood. Rabbits, Foxes, Birds, Cats, and Dogs he never owned.

● He had six sons who were forced to partake in his bizarre actions, which is next to list.

● The man would purposely cause accidents that involved kids. So, like, running around corners and knocking people over. He would blame it on a 'medical condition' or that he had drunk too much.

So, yeah. But the rest I remember is quite disturbing.

Two kids approached me and asked to go and see one of the sons who was in an odd predicament. I did not believe them and dismissed it. They were insisting - nagging me to help. So, I grab my coat and boots and followed, but slowly behind them.

They carry on, and the next thing I know, someone struck me from behind. I then wake up in a cold, small room. My coat was gone, and so were my shoes; left barefooted. I was sore around my legs and head.

I managed to get up and saw I was in someone's home. But there were more doors and hallways than there being any rooms. It literally made no sense.

I then heard voices and followed them. I ended up in a large kitchen and living room. There were kids, and they were in a dreadful state; bruised, bleeding, and wore makeshift bandages from their own clothes.

There were even children who were either autistic or suffered from a brain injury; they were unable to move and looked incredibly frail and distressed.

I can't recall the rest, but there was a good ending to the dream. However, we all managed to escape from the house, we went to a building at the end of the street and released a firework that ended up devastating the house. We believed the man was in that house at the time and likely died from the explosion.

handcuffed to a chair in the middle of a room where a business meeting is taking place.

dressed in black tie, and then tied and gagged at the head of the table as whumper conducts a fancy dinner party.

pinned to a wall of an office or living room or private study like a butterfly under a case, hands impaled and bleeding freely.

left to dangle from their wrists in a public location, under an arch or a stairway maybe.

kept in a hanging cage in a trophy room amidst the tokens of whumper's previous conquests.

chained to the foot of a throne, forced to kneel at all times, a permanent reminder of whumper's absolute power over both them and the realm they just won.

lugged around to wherever Whumper happens to want to take them, led to parties or events via a leash attached to a collar, hands bound behind their back so they can't even brace their fall if Whumper tugs too hard.

left overnight in a public place, tied to a fencepost or dangling from a tree branch. everyone knows exactly who left them there, and who they belong to, and so no one would dare touch them to help.

tied up and used as a human dartboard in some seedy beer hall.

restrained in a brutally demanding stress position and left to wobble and pant and squirm in a lobby or entrance of some underground organization as a reminder of what happens to anyone who tries to doublecross the boss.

Caretaker rushed into the room where Whumpee sat bound and gagged. Whumpee’s eyes were wide, their head shaking frantically, and Caretaker’s hands shook as they undid the gag around their friend’s mouth.

“You can’t be here!” Whumpee burst out as soon as they could speak. “You can’t, you have to go now —“

“What—?”

Caretaker couldn’t even finish their question before the door slammed shut and Whumper stepped into the light.

so I was scrolling through Whump (as you do) and I had this idea of a Living Weapon who was rescued, but they think that they died.

like:

LW is found barely conscious on the battlefield, breathing shallow and almost dead

Team brings them back to base, heals them and what not

LW seeing Caretaker when they wake up and they think Caretaker is an angel

They knew they died on that battlefield. They felt their life pouring out through the hole in their armour, the blackness creeping in on their vision, the quiet stillness and silence that followed.

All they know is that they are finally free from the torment of their handlers/owners/whatever, and now they don’t have to worry

You can’t be hurt if you’re dead, right?

And so they actually recover well, thinking that now they are in Heaven or some other, better place away from the carnage of their past life, which now just seems like a horrible dream.

The Team are angels to them, there to help and heal them, and Caretaker is of course their angel

And so imagine the horror and pain they feel when they see one of their handlers brought in for questioning

And the crushing reality that they are still alive and their old tormentors are still around

Then hit them hard in the diaphragm.