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Whumpuary 2024 No. 15
"You're safe" | Aftermath | Touch Starved
Whumpuary Prompts List
TW: touch starved, mentioned capture
“Are you okay?”
Whumpee jumped, Caretaker's presence startling them. “Uh… yeah.”
“You’re shaking.” Caretaker dropped down onto the ground to sit next to them. Their closeness to Whumpee was… Whumpee didn’t know how to describe the emotion.
“I… uh…” They registered Caretaker’s words. They had a point. The adrenaline coursing through Whumpee’s veins had probably been the only reason they’d managed to stay upright during the rescue. Whumpee held up their hand. It trembled violently. “I guess I am.”
Caretaker smiled softly and reached out, taking Whumpee’s outstretched hand into their own. “It’s okay now,” they said. “You’re safe.”
Whumpee was barely listening as they stared at their hand, the fingers intertwined with Caretaker’s. How long had it been since they’d experienced human touch? Not since being captured by Whumper.
“...I have to ask again, are you okay?”
Whumpee glanced up at Caretaker, whose expression had changed to one of concern. They thought for a moment before scooting closer so their shoulder was against Caretaker’s. “I dunno…” they mumbled. “I guess… I guess I missed you.”
Caretaker stiffened slightly at Whumpee’s touch, but they did not pull away. They squeezed Whumpee’s hand. “I missed you too.”
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Whumpee who has had to fend for themselves from a young age (maybe their parent died, maybe they were abandoned, maybe they were a victim of child abuse) and now they have Caretaker who takes care of them when they're sick, gives them hugs when they're sad, helps them when they're hurt etc. and Whumpee breaks down because it's just been so long since someone cared about them like that
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superpowered whumpee who is both touch-starved as fuck, and can't stand any type of touch because their powers make even the slightest ones hurt. at the same time. good shit
#whump#whump prompt#superpower whump#hero whump#villain whump#whump writing#touch starved whump#whump trope#magic whump#magic whumpee
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A whumpee who can not touch others because their touch is dangerous. Be it poison, limbs wrapped in dagger sharp brambles, perhaps even empathetic contact which would share their pain upon contact, to touch them is to suffer.
And so they go without. They crave a contact they cannot have. Every inch of them yearns, but they do not dare seek it out.
Then they meet the caretaker. Kind, gentle caretaker. Caretaker who has found themself trapped with whumpee, and the two are doing their best to survive this hell together.
The whumpee has never had a friend before.
...the caretaker hasn't, either.
In fact, the caretaker is just as touch starved as the whumpee is.
#whump#caretaker#whump prompt#mine#touch starved whumpee#touch starved whump#touch starved caretaker
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touch-starved prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱
— “can… can i have a hug? please?”
— “oh, sweetheart- come here.”
— “how long has it been since someone hugged you?”
— “just hold me.”
— “is this okay?”
— “we don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to. we can just sit here together until you feel up to anything else.”
— “can i hug you? you look like you could do with it.”
— “are you blushing?! that’s adorable.”
— “it’s okay, baby, just let it all out. i’ve got you, i promise.”
— “you fell asleep in my arms. it was kind of adorable.”
— “please, never apologise for wanting to be loved.”
— “you don’t need to earn my affection, not now and not ever.”
— “i’m never more at peace than i am in your arms.”
— “not that i think cuddling will fix everything, but i’m pretty sure it can’t make things worse.”
— “i never knew i could feel this loved.”
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A Whumpee who is so touch starved that they start crying from relief when Caretaker combs a gentle hand through their hair. The first hug sends them bawling.
Feel free to add onto any of my prompts!
#wyrm writes a thing!#whump#whump prompt#writing prompt#touch starved whumpee#gentle caretaker#soft whump#whumpee#caretaker
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Touch Starved
Character who:
instinctively flinches away from the first offer of contact
pulls back before their friend/partner can touch them, recoiling like a scared animal,
then stews in regret about the instinctive movement for days afterward, thinking about the missed opportunity,
wishing they could go back and accept it
wishing they could find a way to muster up the courage to ask for it
hungry for even a trace of contact, following their friend/partner around with silent, begging eyes, needing it so badly but unable to form the words for the request...
and then finally being hugged by surprise as someone comes up from behind them and wraps their arms around them
it feels so good, they can't even breathe for a moment,
tears prickle in their eyes the moment the other person pulls away
wait, they can barely whisper,
but this time their friend/partner hears them, wraps them in their arms, and doesn't let go for the longest time -
and this time, when their friend tries to disentangle themselves, the touch-starved character grabs onto their shirt or arms and holds on, too tight to allow them to pull away again. They're not about to let go of this ever again, now that they've finally found it.
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Whumpee who has been hurt and torment and abused to the point where they flinch from even a sideways glance. Being in the same room as Caretaker is hard. Being close, being touched is impossible.
But that’s all they want.
Whumpee craves a hug so much they can barely stand it. They wrap themself in blankets, cuddle with pillows, try everything they can think of.
But the idea of caretaker touching them is so intimidating.
So they start slow. Scooting closer on the couch. Gently leaning their shoulder against Caretaker’s knees. Heart beating wildly, not able to look up at them.
Resting their head on Caretakers’s calf, lap way to scary to try yet.
Asking to hold Caretaker’s hand, twice when they couldn’t go through with it the first time. Feeling Caretaker gently rub their thumb up and down.
They can get better. A little smile.
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Whumpees who are never touched
There's a million ways to torture a person without ever laying a hand on them.
Whumpees slowly losing their minds in a solid white room, rubbing their own blood on the walls just to see something.
Whumpees who can't sleep because they're too full of caffeine from the drugged food.
Whumpees who have to listen as their loved ones are tortured.
Whumpees who are locked up and abandoned to starve.
Whumpees who are denied medical care after an accident, suffering the pain of broken bones without assistance.
Whumpees who haven't felt the touch of another person in forever, at this point even a punch would be welcome.
Whumpees who are stuck in quarantine, only ever able to see others through the thick glass walls.
Whumpees who are completely touch averse, even the gentlest brush of fingers against their hand makes their skin crawl.
Whumpees who were turned into monsters, and nobody is brave enough to get close.
Can you guys tell I really like emotional whump?
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something about a whumpee who’s suffered for years and years and never known a gentle touch in all that time…until they meet caretaker, and the way they treat whumpee leaves their body with an almost physical ache
#idk man#its touch starved whumpee hours here#whump#whump prompt#whump prompts#whumpee#whump tropes#whump scenario#touch starved whumpee
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physical touch in sickfics is everything
checking for fever with forehead touches, back of the hand to the cheek, palm to the base of the neck, pressing foreheads together, maybe even a temperature-gauging forehead kiss etc.
whumpee nuzzling into their caretaker's cool hand
temple massages, belly rubs, tracing comforting patterns onto the whumpee's arms
hair stroking
steadying touches when the ill character sways or becomes deliriously distracted
whumpee cradled close and patted firmly through coughing fits
whumpee burying themselves into the caretaker's neck
whumpee nodding off on their shoulder
whumpee faints into their caretaker's/friend's/lover's/found family's arms, and lifted carefully
tender sponge baths/wipe-downs
caretaker hugging close a shivering whumpee, running their hands down the ill character's arms to warm them up
please feel free to add!
#whumpblr#sickblr#whumpee#are those still the tags? i haven't been on this blog in so long#hurt/comfort#not that my interest in sickfics has diminished any since that's a fixed part of my entire life but i became an adult and got distracted#whump#sickfic#sick character#caretaking#hurtcomfort#touch starved
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I love it when a touch starved whumpee gets captured by an extremely intimate whumper and is completely overwhelmed by the new sensations they are experiencing. They always wanted to be held, to be touched, to be loved and they know that Whumper is providing all these things, yet they are very uncomfortable due to it being Whumper that’s doing the touching. Or alternatively, a very intimate/touchy Whumpee gets captured by a cold and uncaring Whumper, having to adjust to not getting the affection they are used to in their everyday life along with Whumpers additional torture.
#whump ideas#touch starved#intimate whumper#whump writing#whump community#whump prompt#whumpblr#whumpee#whump#writers on tumblr#writers and poets
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The only person who can soothe the whumpee's touch starvation is the whumper.
This is not conditioning; this is an objective fact.
The whumpee's friend group is wonderful, but uninterested in physical contact. They're sympathetic to the whumpee's situation of course, and a few even go out of their way to offer what affection they can, but it just isn't the same.
An awkward pat on the shoulder, a too-brief backscratch that doesn't provide relief, the uncomfortable hesitant press of a palm against their arm from someone who really doesn't want to be touching them.
The fact that they're trying means the world to the whumpee. The fact that they care is held precious and close to the heart.
But it's not enough. If anything, the strained and fleeting attempts just make it worse. The whumpee's skin aches, a bone-deep longing that hurts more and more the longer it's unsatisfied.
It makes them think of the whumper. Cruel, selfish whumper. Who hurt them over and over, more than anyone or anything else ever has.
The whumper liked to hold them. Both out of enjoyment for the act itself and as a bargaining chip to make the whumpee complaint. They knew exactly how tight to hold, where to touch, what to say.
The whumpee finds themself longing for those moments, much as they hate the thought of missing the whumper in any way.
The worst of it was that if the whumper knew, they would be delighted. That was the point of it, right? To provide the whumpee with something they couldn't get anywhere else, to stay with them as a void in their absence. A permanent hollow left to rot in the space where they once were.
#whump#mine#touch starved whump#touch starved whumpee#intimate whumper#whump prompts#whump prompt#emotional whump
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Kneeling, a versatile trope
Kneeling in submission
Whumpee kneeling because they were hit and fell down
Being forced to kneel with a hand gripping their hair
Kneeling with arms bound behind their back
Being forced to kneel for an extended period of time
The humiliation of kneeling beside whumper during meetings or everyday work
Whumpee kneeling to show they are ready to receive orders
Kneeling, eyes coloured with both apprehension and anticipation
Whumpee trembling with fear as they kneel, not knowing what to expect this time
Touch-starved whumpee kneeling beside whumper on the off-chance that whumper might run a hand through their hair
Kneeling with their arms trussed up above their head or shackled to the floor
Kneeling and looking up at whumper with a defiant glare
Kneeling with downcast, fearful eyes
Whumpee preemptively kneeling to receive punishment when they know they’ve done something bad
After being freed, whumpee instinctively kneeling for caretaker
Kneeling for caretaker becoming a source of comfort for whumpee since they trust caretaker enough to relinquish control
Whumpee being recaptured and immediately kneeling in front of whumper
Whumpee kneeling whenever someone gets mad at them or raises their voice
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Febuwhump 23 - “Restless”
Day One: Touch Starved with Lucifer
{WC: ~578} {Lucifer x reder, anxious thoughts, trouble sleeping, and of course a very touch starved demon, this takes place shortly after they start sleeping together}
@febuwhump
Lucifer did not think of himself as “touch starved.”
He preferred terms such as private, reserved, or even aloof and detached. As cold as the latter were, as much as they painted him in an unfeeling light, Lucifer still vastly preferred them to touch starved. That term implied he was like an animal; some poor wretched thing that could not function without being held, or petted like some dog.
But now, Lucifer was kept up at night. Eyes wide open, body frozen under the bedsheets. Because sleeping with you had become a habit. Not a habit like checking himself in the reflection of a window, or scribbling with his pen when he needs a microbreak from doing paperwork. A habit like his bitter coffee in the morning to wake up and strong demonus in the evening to knock him out. A habit like taking a walk around the bedrooms, making sure all his brothers were safe before he could sleep. The kind of habit he had started doing only once or twice to ease his nerves, but he now could not function without.
The very thought of it was like driving a dagger into his heart. How would he sleep without being able to wrap his arms around you. Without seeing the way your eyes lit up when he unfurled his wings- the same wings he foolishly hid away because he could only see them as imperfect, eternally missing a set. He doesn’t admit it before he’s had several drinks, but when he sees the way you look at his wings he feels silly for hiding them at all.
But even more private is what he hasn’t admitted at all. He isn’t sure you’re even aware of it, and he is afraid that if he told you you’d stop. But sometimes when you’re asleep, you roll over and wrap your arms around him, and suddenly he’s the one being held, he’s the one being soothed to sleep and he likes it. He loves it. Some nights, he skips the wine and only pretends to fall asleep because he’s waiting for you to roll over, to give him the kind of hug he doesn’t know how to ask for.
And while he waits, he’s haunted by his own mind, which torments him by asking what he’d do if you stopped, and he had to sleep alone in his large and empty bed in his room which is colder than death even with a roaring fire. He knows you cannot control all of the ways you could stop. You are a human, and he still sees you as fragile, even if the thought now brings forth feelings of protectiveness rather than superiority.
But what tortures him most is the thought of you voluntarily stopping. His pride and stubbornness finally trying the last of your patience. Because deep down…
He knows that his pride is the reason he is touch starved to begin with.
Lucifer is rescued from his own thoughts when you begin to stir, tossing and turning in the bedsheets. Finally, you’re turning over, your hands sleepily curling around his chest and his stomach, pulling him into your own. You mumble some sleep talk, as he feels his heartbeat slowing. He thinks he catches “it’s ok,” and “go to sleep already,” and suddenly he’s wondering if you’re more awake than you look.
“…promise not to leave me,” he whispers, allowing himself to ask for what he needs.
“…I promise.”
#Starting off a bit soft#More pain later!#whump#febuwhump#febuwhump2023#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#lucifer#lucifer obey me#lucifer x reader#touch starved#angst
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The whumpee doesn’t know how to express their emotions, the ones they’ve hold on to even after being rescued. The caretaker slowly learns to tell how the whumpee is feeling, and starts offering to help whenever they might need it. The whumpee is endlessly grateful, as they finally get the chance to understand and feel their emotions after being hurt for so long.
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