hunterjumperhoe

[hunterjumperhoe]

Price fucking reader while the rest of the 141 are visiting, bc hes not gonna be told he cant fuck his beloved in his own damn home, right?

Except ur moaning "fuck- john- right there! Please! John please, cmon-" and soap just so happens to be in the guest bedroom closest to u, hard as a rock and wide awake. He cant help palming himself over his loose sleep shorts, imagining its him ur begging for and not his captain. He feels so guilty but cant help coming to the sound of his name on ur lips. (Little does he know u and price totally planned this lol)

[hunterjumperhoe]

Institutional, systematic pet whump

"Wait, hold on", Whumper grabbed their phone, "I have to take this."

Whumpee watched them excitedly. It was breakfast time. Whumpee's tummy rumbled with anticipation.

Whumper was almost reached into the bag of dry human food when they popped back up.

Whumpee was so close to breakfast.

"No, that's not...", Whumpee watched as Whumper turned and left the kitchen. Leaving the scoop on the counter as they exited.

"Hmm", Whumpee whimpered.

They peaked out of the kitchen and watched Whumper disappear into their office. Whumpee huffed as they slammed their butt on the floor.

Whumper came out a little while later.

"Hey Whumpee, sorry about that. How was breakfast?", Whumper rubbed Whumpee's head lovingly.

Whumpee couldn't help but melt into the touch. They still stared sadly at Whumper.

'What breakfast?', Whumpee thought to themself as they let out a whine.

"No, you can't have anymore", Whumper chuckled,  "how about lunch time, you can have more."

'I haven't eaten though', Whumpee bumped into Whumper's hand. They wished they could express that better.

"Alright, I have a shower to take. You behave while I do that", Whumper walked out of the kitchen again.

Whumpee sat in front of their bag of food until they heard the shower running.

Their stomach grumbled at the smell of the food.

They lifted themself up slightly to get a better sniff of the food. They lost their balance and fell into the bag.

The bag toppled to the floor with Whumpee on top. Food spilled out in front of Whumpee.

Whumpee's hunger got the best of them. They took a mouth full of the dry food, then sprawled out on the floor and chewed happily. They took a few more bites before they heard the bathroom door open.

"What just fell?", Whumper came in with a towel wrapped around them, "eh, hey... what did I say? You naughty mutt."

Whumpee fearfully got up.

"I thought I adopted a human, not a pig. Come on, you don't get any lunch because of this", Whumper pulled Whumpee by their collar, "you get to sit in your cage now."

Whumpee was too afraid to fight back, they tried their best to keep up, but the stairs proved to be harder when you were being dragged.

Whumpee let out a few coughs while Whumper slammed the cage door shut.

"Bad puppy", Whumper grumbled as they left the room.

Whumpee moved to the back of the cage and sat. They lifted their knees to their chest and burried the face into their arms. Their stomach still grumbled painfully.

Whumper came in around lunch time.

"You are not allowed out of the cage, but you may have some water", Whumper placed the water bowl into the cage, "I don't like getting after you, but I also don't like what you did a few hours ago", Whumper explained, "I will allow you to come out for dinner. I should be done with my work task then, and I can keep a better eye on you", they reached in and tried to pet Whumpee's head.

Whumpee only turned their head and pulled away.

"Alright, you can he grumpy. Let's see if you are in a better mood for dinner", Whumper sighed.

Whumpee laid down a few minutes after. They tiredly blinked.

'I guess I can sleep away the hunger', Whumpee sighed to themself. A few tears left their eyes until they finally fluttered closed.

Whumper came in with plans to let them go. They sighed when they saw Whumpee had fallen asleep.

"I guess I shouldn't have gotten after you so harshly" Whumper quietly opened the cage, "you can come out when you're ready."

Whumper heard movement upstairs.

They looked up from their book when they saw Whumpee crawling into the room.

"There is my sleepy head", Whumper smiled as they closed their book.

Whumpee sat down and looked at Whumper shyly.

"Come here, you're not in trouble anymore", Whumper reached out and welcomed Whumpee.

Whumpee cautiously stretched toward Whumper and got a few head scratches.

Whumpee's stomach rumbled loudly.

"Oh my, well, I suppose you can eat now", Whumper smiled, "come on."

Whumpee watched as Whumper unfolded the food bag.

"Hmm, I don't see the scoop. Maybe it sunk a little when the bag tipped", Whumper dug into the bag, "huh."

Whumpee crawled to the counter and stared at Whumper.

"Mmmph", Whumpee whined.

"What is it?", Whumper looked over at them.

Whumpee glanced up at the counter.

"Oh, how did that get there?", Whumper frowned.

They paused when they grabbed the scoop.

"Wait", Whumper frowned. They retraced their thoughts from the morning, "I didn't feed you this morning, did I?"

Whumpee frowned when they nodded. Their stomach rumbled again to add more context.

"My poor baby", Whumper gasped, "and I got after you harshly today too. Whumpee I am so sorry. Here eat up, and you can have some special food tonight even. I am so sorry."

Whumpee excitedly crawled to their dish. They scarfed down the two scoops Whumper added.

"I was going to order pizza tonight for dinner, so you can eat some of that", Whumper sat down on the floor and watched Whumpee eat while they ordered the food.

Whumpee looked up and burped.

"Excuse you", Whumper chuckled, "eating to much air."

Whumpee turned back to their dish and took the last few bits of food.

"I am so sorry", Whumper sighed as Whumpee sat down in front of them, "I'm an idiot, I know. I was not very nice today, was I?"

Whumpee shook their head yes, and grinned.

"I deserve that", Whumper chuckled, "do you forgive me?"

Whumpee watched as Whumper opened their arms for a hug.

Whumpee quickly crawled into the hug and rested their head into the crook of Whumper's neck.

"I thought I'd have to bribe you with a cookie this time", Whumper rubbed circles into Whumpee's back.

Whumpee looked up quickly.

"You can have a cookie", Whumper laughed, "honestly you could probably get away with a few things right now because I feel so bad about how I treated you."

Whumpee rested their head again.

"You can have some pizza tonight as well", Whumper squeezed Whumpee, "how about cuddles and a movie tonight after we eat."

Whumpee nodded against Whumper.

"Sounds like a good plan to me as well", Whumper smiled, "such a good pup."

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[hunterjumperhoe]

Whumpee sighed and rolled their eyes as Whumper's friends commanded them to sit. They half-heartedly sat down. Sloppily, the way they knew Whumper hated, but these idiots weren't Whumper.

"No, do it like you're supposed to", one of them crossed their arms, "what was Whumper's command."

Whumpee shrugged their shoulders. They weren't going to talk regardless, not without permission, but they had zero plans on helping these fools with that freaken command anyways.

"It was sit something", a friend thought out loud.

One of the friends got down into Whumpee's face.

"You know what we are asking you to do, so do it already", they spoke gruffly, "I'll tell Whumper you're misbehaving."

Whumpee sat like a statue, looking straight ahead, not bothering to make eye contact.

"Whumper, I think your pet is broken. They won't listen to us", friend D complained.

"What is your command where they sit really nicely?", friends B called.

Whumper came out of the kitchen carrying drinks.

"Whumpee, sit pretty for me", Whumper commanded while passing the drinks to their friends.

Whumpee adjusted how they sat to be more straightened. They puffed out their chest, pulled their knees up, and placed their hands on the floor, palms down. This pose was extremely uncomfortable and took forever to learn. Not from Whumpee being difficult, but their body not liking the stress position.

"That is one of their special commands, meaning I'm the only one they have to listen to for it", Whumper sat down, "Whumpee release."

Whumpee released with a gasp of relief, and sat down their normal way, the way Whumper wanted.

"It's a stress pose and shouldn't be used for a long period of time", Whumper smiled at their pet, "that's why only I can give it to them, so they don't get injured."

Whumpee sighed in relief that Whumper made it clear that Whumpee only needed to listen to them.

"Why do you care if they are comfortable?", friend A kicked at Whumpee playfully, "the little fucker shouldn't be treated so well."

"They're a pet. You wouldn't treat your dog so poorly. Whumpee is no different to me", Whumper frowned, "it takes a while to learn these tricks. Mostly because their body needs to be trained to do it. It would waste the time I've spent on training them if I broke them. You all know I don't like wasting time."

"What's another special trick they know", friend B asked.

"Whumpee", Whumper waited for them to look up. They made their hands into the shape of a gun and pointed it at Whumpee, "bang."

Whumpee dramatically fell to the floor and closed their eyes. They pushed their tongue out of their mouth as a finishing touch.

"Good job Whumpee", Whumper laughed.

His friends also joined in and laughed.

Whumpee popped their head up and looked at Whumper for another command.

"What's your favorite trick?", Whumper looked at Whumpee happily.

That was sneakily a command for Whumpee.

Whumpee got up and crawled away and laid down on their dog bed.

"Wh... what did they just do?", friend A frowned.

"It's a sneaky trick to tell them to go relax", Whumper grinned, "it's just funny to watch them crawl away after asking what their favorite trick is. The command combines bed and at ease."

"Whumpee, do you want a slice of pizza?", Whumper set their plate on their lap.

Whumpee looked up and nodded.

"Come here, I grabbed an extra slice", Whumper grinned.

Whumpee quickly got off of their bed and crawled to Whumper.

"Sit", Whumper waited until Whumpee was right in front of them, "good Whumpee."

Whumpee sat excitedly and looked at the pizza.

"Here, don't make a mess please", Whumper handed them the plate.

Whumpee excitedly grabbed at the pizza and took their first bite.

"What food do they eat normally?", one friend watched curiously.

"Normal human food. I'm not a monster. They need to eat food that gives their body nutrients", Whumper watched Whumpee, "normally it's a strict diet. That's how I eat, so it only makes sense to feed them like that as well. They occasionally get a treat though."

Whumpee licked their fingers happily after their last bite. They looked at Whumper, then at their hands.

"You may have another slice if you like", Whumper stood, "but you won't get any more food tonight. Two slices will definitely be enough for your dinner."

Whumpee quickly nodded, and happily crawled behind Whumper as they went into the kitchen.

"Here you go", Whumper handed them a big slice, then patted their head, "my friends will gone in a little while, then we can relax."

Whumpee looked happily at the slice as Whumper talked.

"I may even allow you to eat a cookie tonight", Whumper chuckled, "how does that sound?"

"It sounds good Master", Whumpee giggled.

"Did that thing just talk?", all of the friends yelled.

"Yes, Whumpee can speak. I just don't think they like you guys. They talk to my other friends just fine", Whumper yelled out the kitchen, "my other friends don't call them mean names though or kick them."

"Oh, come on", the friends poured into the kitchen, "make them talk again."

"Whumpee, what's your favorite trick", Whumper turned to grab a drink from the counter.

Whumpee placed their half eaten slice of pizza in their mouth and crawled between the groups legs and to their bed.

"Oh, come on", they complained dramatically.

Whumpee giggled as they sat in their bed and ate.

Whumper came out and sat down.

"I can't get them to do anything", they jokingly sighed, "such a bad pet."

"You're a liar", their friends stared longingly at Whumpee.

"Speak", one of them commanded.

"That's not the command", Whumper laughed loudly.

Their friends turned to glare at Whumper.

Whumper shrugged.

"Should have been nicer to them", Whumper sighed playfully, "maybe next time."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

@weirdthingweee @the-beasts-have-arrived

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@notpeppermint @cyborg0109

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@risk606 @electrons2006

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@decaffeinatedtimetraveler94 @sausages-things

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@valravnthefrenchie @glennemerald

@jasperthecapser @does-directions

@jumpywhumpywriter @blackbirdsinatrenchcoat

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@whatwhump @galatic-worm

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[hunterjumperhoe]

Recovery Time

@medwhumpmay Day 29

Medwhump May Masterlist

content: implied torture, pet whump, intimate whumper, timeskip, recovery, comfort

yes i'm still finishing up medwhump may in late june. shhh

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“Alright, alright, done for now,” Whumper announced.

Whumpee collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. He crawled into Whumper’s lap, trembling all over, and Whumper’s hands were gentle now, unlike just a moment ago.

“There, there,” she cooed.

He couldn’t find the will to fight it anymore, not like he had in the beginning. The ‘aftercare’ was the only comfort left in his life with Whumper. He needed it like he needed air. For just this short time, he had a guarantee he wouldn’t be hurt. For a small window, he had affection, gauze tenderly wound over his wounds. He could just breathe, even if every ragged breath shuddered through a bruised-up body.

“Tired?” Whumper asked, nonchalant. She pet him like a dog as he laid his head in her lap.

“Yes,” Whumpee murmured.

A small laugh. “You’re so cute like this.”

Whumpee whined, tensing up at the comment. It was never a good sign when Whumper said things like that. There were a lot worse states she found him even cuter in.

“Shh, shh.” Whumper patted him on the shoulder. “It’s over, remember? Over for now. Just rest. No need to get yourself all worked up.”

He didn’t know what came over him. Truly, he didn’t. But “Thank you” were the words he found tumbling out of his mouth. They were gone before he could really think about it, and he didn’t have half the energy to try and correct it.

“Oh, so sweet!” Whumper gushed. “You’re really finding your place here after all.”

-

“Whumpee?” Caretaker poked their head through the door, a plate of pizza in hand and a can of soda tucked under their arm. “Just… checking in. You doing okay? You haven’t come out in a really long time. I brought you some dinner? Plus there’s garlic knots if you want.”

Whumpee hesitantly crawled out from under the bed–mostly out, at least. One foot still under, ready to slip back at any moment, every muscle tensed. “Thank you,” he whispered. People liked it when he said thank you. That was normal, even, both with Whumper and out in the world. Couldn’t go wrong.

But Caretaker didn’t look like they liked it. The concern on their face barely wavered. “You’re, uh, welcome,” they said anyway, setting the dinner on the nightstand. “Is there anything else I can do for you? Seriously, dude. Say the word. I know it’s not easy with all that happened to you, but I really, really want you to feel safe here.”

He couldn’t stop himself. Whumpee burst into tears, right there on the floor.

“Hey, hey, hey, man,” Caretaker knelt down beside him. They reached out a hand to pat him on the back, then seemingly decided against it, letting it fall. “It’s okay. Let it all out. I’m here if you wanna talk.”

Whumpee sniffled. “You said I could ask if there’s anything you can do?” He cringed. “It’s really embarrassing.”

“Pssh, nothing’s embarrassing. Try me,” Caretaker encouraged. “No judgment. You know me. I’m your best friend.”

He couldn’t bring himself to say it. It was too much, too other, and the words caught in his throat. Caretaker wouldn’t understand.

Instead, he just crawled into their lap, resting his head there as he cried.

Caretaker took the cue. They knew him well, even like this. Their arms wrapped around to hold him, like they knew without even being told.

“Can you tell me about how it’s over and stuff?” Whumpee mumbled, his face splotchy with tears.

“Yeah, of course. I’ve got you.” Caretaker’s voice was soft. “It’s over, Whumpee. It’s really, really over. You’re safe, and you’re gonna be safe forever. You’re home.”

And for the first time since he last saw her, Whumpee relaxed.

-

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[hunterjumperhoe]

One of my favourite ways for the team to find out about The Horrors™ is to be sent a video of it by Whumper. Maybe the file was obvious about its contents, maybe the contents was disguised. Either way, the team watch the footage and they are horrified.

Is Whumpee with them when they watch the footage? Do they try to quietly slip away — realising what's about to be shown far before anyone else — but find themself frozen in place by panic as the others catch on?

Or does the team discover the footage without Whumpee, and have to decide whether to confront Whumpee or pretend they didn't see it? Does Whumpee walk in while it's playing, or walk past the open door and run away before the team can turn around and notice?

So much fun to be had.

[hunterjumperhoe]

Simon likes when you worried about him

Simon was sick. God, he had to be.

Sick if it made his cock twitch every time he came home with a fresh bruise or a new cut and the first thing you did was drop everything, rushing to his side with furrowed brows and worried hands, little compared to his.

Always asking if he was okay, even when he already told you he was fine. Not that it was your fault, not when he made the stories sound worse than they were.

That shallow nick on his arm from Johnny slipping while cleaning his blade? No, sweetheart, that was from an enemy ambush. Caught him off guard, pushed him hard into a concrete wall and slashed his arm with a veryy sharp knife.

He might’ve even blacked out a bit, hard to say.

Sex was even better when he was hurt, because you slowed down, you were gentle, whispering are you okay? like it would stop the ache. You made love to him like he was breakable and fuck if that didn’t ruin him.

He, on the other hand, was a bastard.

His shoulder was barely healed, and here he was already flipping you on your stomach, ignoring your squeals of protest, “Simon— be careful!”

He nearly came just from that sound alone, the way you worried even while your body trembled beneath his.

Maybe he even started doing it on purpose.

Slowing down just enough to get clipped, a bruise here and there, sometimes a gash. Nothing fatal nor serious. Just enough to limp through the door and earn that panicked little gasp from you.

But you didn’t need to know that part, sweetheart.

Just keep fussing over him, cupping his face with worried hands, kissing the bruise on his jaw like it hurt you more than him.

Yeah, no he’d be fine

I have barely been active on tumbler recently so I apologize for that and the fact this is lowkey short lmao

[hunterjumperhoe]

Simon likes when you worried about him

Simon was sick. God, he had to be.

Sick if it made his cock twitch every time he came home with a fresh bruise or a new cut and the first thing you did was drop everything, rushing to his side with furrowed brows and worried hands, little compared to his.

Always asking if he was okay, even when he already told you he was fine. Not that it was your fault, not when he made the stories sound worse than they were.

That shallow nick on his arm from Johnny slipping while cleaning his blade? No, sweetheart, that was from an enemy ambush. Caught him off guard, pushed him hard into a concrete wall and slashed his arm with a veryy sharp knife.

He might’ve even blacked out a bit, hard to say.

Sex was even better when he was hurt, because you slowed down, you were gentle, whispering are you okay? like it would stop the ache. You made love to him like he was breakable and fuck if that didn’t ruin him.

He, on the other hand, was a bastard.

His shoulder was barely healed, and here he was already flipping you on your stomach, ignoring your squeals of protest, “Simon— be careful!”

He nearly came just from that sound alone, the way you worried even while your body trembled beneath his.

Maybe he even started doing it on purpose.

Slowing down just enough to get clipped, a bruise here and there, sometimes a gash. Nothing fatal nor serious. Just enough to limp through the door and earn that panicked little gasp from you.

But you didn’t need to know that part, sweetheart.

Just keep fussing over him, cupping his face with worried hands, kissing the bruise on his jaw like it hurt you more than him.

Yeah, no he’d be fine

I have barely been active on tumbler recently so I apologize for that and the fact this is lowkey short lmao

[hunterjumperhoe]

Living Weapon Whumpee having a bad day after one of the missions and finding the team they're assigned to sitting around and playing cards. Whumpee getting down on their knees next to one of the team members and hesitantly resting their head against the team member's thigh. Whumpee silently begging to be pet like a dog or at least just allowed to say here because they just haven't positive, non-painful human contact in years and they're just... cold.

Bonus points if they choose the member of the team that hates them the worst because that's the one they feel the biggest need to please.

[hunterjumperhoe]

So like... a living weapon on trial. The weapon is no where near healed not at all, hasn't done anything for their self since they were rescued. And weapon facing trial for the acts they committed. The most crucial piece of evidence of why weapon shouldn't be punished are the tapes of their training. When the tapes are being shown, weapon shocks everyone and begins crying.

OR

weapon has barely asked for anything, only things they really need. So when they are on trial, they ask to not be in the room when the tapes are played. When weapon comes back in, their stomach curls at the pitying faces surrounding them. Some people are even crying.

[hunterjumperhoe]

whumper who tells whumpee that as long as they're useful to them, they won't kill them. which leads to some very interesting behaviors with caretaker after their rescue

[hunterjumperhoe]

"just leave me here," whumpee says to caretaker. "I feel the warmth of the sun on my face and i haven't..." they cut themself off and take a deep breath, "i don't want to die in a hospital."

[hunterjumperhoe]

telepathic caretaker removing whumpee's painful memories but not their pain. whumpee spends all their time grieving something they can't remember, angry at someone they can't name, and scared of everything they can't remember

[hunterjumperhoe]

whumpee always took care of their hair. they never had a strand out of place. but when whumpee goes missing and comes back days later, their head is shaved and they won't look anybody in the eye.

[hunterjumperhoe]

I'm losing my mind at this pic

much to think about

[hunterjumperhoe]

mean dom konig 🗡 (🌽 link)

'subby konig this', 'subby konig that' NO! i present you the final boss of them all: dom!konig. the man will have you overstimulated into the next dimension or denying you an orgasm, there is no in-between.

because the thing about konig as a dom is that he is one mean fucker. because let's be real, konig has that evil streak to him and it's one of the few things from his job that he lets into his every day and that he lets you experience to some extent.

and one thing about mean dom!konig is that he will definitely make you work for it. he wants you begging for it, whining and pleading for him to give you just a bit of his touch and attention. and not just for him to fuck you, if you want to touch him, he will also make you work for it.

want to just as much as get your lips wrapped around his cock? better start humping his leg and making yourself cum like the pathetic whore you are before he even lets you palm him throug his pants. and only then he may even consider alowing you to do it.

keyword consider. what i said, he's a mean fucker.

[hunterjumperhoe]

okay so if you need more veggies/fruit, protein or fibre (bc most people do NOT eat enough) in your diet but you struggle to do so, hear me out:

look up recipes (especially snack recipes) that are child/toddler/baby-friendly

i can guarantee there is a woman with a cooking blog out there who has found away to pack a bunch of vegetables into a surprisingly delicious little snack for her kids. this process has never failed me when i feel like i am not eating enough fruits and veggies. my entire flat is eating spinach muffins at the moment, which doesn’t sounding particularly appealing to most people and yet somehow. they’re delicious.

[hunterjumperhoe]

#mood today