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montammil · 1 year

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CW: Caretaker-turned-Whumper, Carewhumper basically, Caretaker calls Whumpee little one, inhuman Caretaker, murder (not descriptive but there), just overall violence, briefly mentioned pet whump, male Caretaker

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Whumpee runs as fast as they can, falling multiple times onto the ground and getting mud all over them, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is getting away from Whumper. They don’t even know where they’re running to, they just hope they get somewhere, anywhere where Whumper can’t find them.

They grow tired and look behind them after what feels like hours of running. There’s no sign of Whumper anywhere, but they don’t let themself grow comfortable yet. They hear what sounds like a waterfall, and stagger towards it, relieved when they find water.

Crouching down, they put their hands into a bowl shape and put it in the running water, sipping from their hands. It feels soothing to their raw throat, aching from breathing so hard. They drink the whole thing, then splash some water on themselves to clean off the dirt and sweat.

Something catches their eye, what looks to be the opening of something underneath the flowing waterfall. They stand and squint, to see it looks almost like an entrance of something, light coming from the opening, reflecting off the water gently.

Curiosity takes hold of them and they make their way under the waterfall’s cave entrance, careful not to slip and trying to avoid getting wet.

Whumpee blinks in surprise when they see it looks actually nice inside, not just like a normal cave. There's definitely someone living here, because there's two torches on each side of the wall, there's a bunch of blankets of what looks like animal furs, and a small collection of shiny crystals and rocks in the left corner of the cave, a boiling large pot next to it. For a cave, it’s shockingly lively.

They want to stay so badly, because they doubt Whumper would find a way in here, but the thought of someone worse living here and not taking so kindly to their intrusion sounds almost just as scary.

As they back up, they bump into someone. Their first thought is of Whumper, so they bolt to the other side of the cave, hiding their face. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please don't--”

“Why on earth are you sorry, little one?”

Whumpee immediately lifts their head at the smooth voice to see what definitely is not a human. They have black antlers and large black wings to match. Whumpee is sure they bumped their head or something, eyes going wide.

The person in front of them seems confused as well, tilting their head slightly to one side.

Nervously, Whumpee looks back down. “Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude, just taking a breather. Bye--”

“Hold on,” the strange being interrupts. “You’re hurt.” He extends his hand out, and Whumpee flinches back until they bump against the wall again. “No need to fear me. I don’t have any ill intention towards you. I just want to help.”

Whumpee once again meets his gaze. He seems genuinely worried, but Whumpee is still more focused on the fact he has wings and antlers, not to mention the strange green aura around him. He also has long black hair, it looks strangely majestic. They let the stranger look over their injuries, watching in awe as he quietly clicks his tongue, shaking his head at each injury across their skin.

“Did someone hurt you?” he asks. His voice sounds somewhat angry.

“I-- I think you already know the answer,” Whumpee responds.

Nodding, he says to himself quietly, “Well, that won’t do...” He extends a hand, smiling gently. “My name is Caretaker. What’s your name, little one?”

Whumpee feels somewhat comforted by the nickname, Whumper having called them nothing but insults. “Whumpee.” They eye his wings and antlers, but don’t have the courage to ask about it. It’s so strange, this all feels like a fever dream.

Caretaker stands and gathers some herbs from the satchel he has over his shoulder. “I’ll get to work, you just sleep, Whumpee. You look exhausted.”

“But--”

“Hush, now. I won’t let any harm come to you. Just rest, I’ve got you.”

Though Whumpee doesn’t know whether or not to trust him, they decide they have no choice. They don’t want to continue aimlessly wandering around, especially when their body aches as much as it does right now.

Whumpee takes their chances and decides to trust Caretaker, even if they still have not a single clue what is happening right now.

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“Good news, you’re healing!”

The excited voice makes Whumpee jump, still thinking they’re back at Whumper’s. They blink a few times at Caretaker, still in shock to see he’s real. They look down at their wounds to see each cut and even their old scars fading into their natural skin color.

“How?” they mutter disbelievingly.

“It was quite simple, once you’ve been alive as long as me, it gets easy as--”

“No, I mean... just how? How are you real? What are you?”

“Oh.” Caretaker chuckles. “My species doesn’t have a name, we never really came up with one. Humans called us monsters, but I don’t know if I like being called that. I think that’s a better term for awful people, like whoever in their right mind did this to you.”

A shaky sigh comes from Whumpee’s mouth. “So, what are you? Like, immortal?”

Caretaker looks like he’s pondering that. “Well, not immortal. I guess my kind just lives for a long time. I’ll be honest with you, little one, I don’t know much more about my species than you do. The only thing I’m certain of is if I were to show myself to humans, I’d be done for.”

“So why’d you trust me?” Whumpee asks next.

“Trust is a strong word. I just couldn’t ignore you while you’re clearly injured and alone in the woods, looking exhausted and scared. Besides, I get lonely here. I’ve been here for a very long time.”

Though this is all nonsense to Whumpee, they start to come with terms this is real. “Thank you for your kindness. I’m sorry for dragging you into this.”

“You apologize frequently, don’t you? Well, there’s no need. I want to help and take care of you. Whoever did this to you will no longer be a threat. I promise.”

Whumpee relaxes and slumps against the cave wall. They still feel exhausted from running, and soon Caretaker has a wooden bowl of water he likely carved himself, and some fur blankets being draped around them.

“Whumpee! Whumpee, where are you?!”

That voice makes Whumpee jolt. They look at Caretaker, horrified, and that’s all Caretaker needs to know. He doesn’t look scared in the slightest, but rather angry. That’s the first hint of anger Whumpee’s seen on his face ever since they arrived.

“Whumpee, come out! I’ll give you five seconds. You aren’t fooling me.”

A quiet sob cracks from Whumpee’s throat. Do they have a tracker on them, or something? That must be the only reasonable explanation.

“Stay right there. I’ll take care of this.” Caretaker gives them a smile, then exits the cave.

Whumpee doesn’t know what he’s going to do. Scare them? Hurt them? Kill them? They feel bad for not really caring too much, as long as Whumper leaves them alone.

When they hear Whumper scream, they cover their ears and squeeze their eyes shut. They try to block out the screams, but Whumper always had a naturally loud voice. Even with their hands against both ears, it feels like Whumper’s voice is bursting their eardrums.

After about a minute, the screaming abruptly comes to a halt.

“Are you alright, little one?”

Whumpee lifts their gaze like they’ve done so many times before in the past couple of hours, and sees Caretaker covered in blood. They avert their gaze, not wanting to look at it. Part of them feels scared of Caretaker, even if they know by now he wouldn’t hurt them.

“Oh, do humans feel ill at the sight of blood? My apologies. I’ll go wash up.”

Whumpee doesn’t move an inch and waits for Caretaker to come back. They feel relieved to see Caretaker come back a few minutes later with a new change of clothes, and the old ones probably sitting outside to dry.

Caretaker frowns and kneels down in front of them. “Why are you crying, Whumpee?” His face is pinched with concern.

“I just...” Whumpee cuts themselves off, shaking their head. “It’s nothing.”

“Alright.” Caretaker changes the subject and puts on a smile. “That aside, what would you like to eat? I don’t believe I’m familiar with any human foods, but I can make a shocking amount of things with my limited sources.”

Deciding to drop it as well, Whumpee says, “Whatever you want.”

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A week passes, and Whumpee’s wounds have healed completely, the cuts and bruises invisible, and their old scars so faded you’d have to squint to even notice them. They’re very grateful to Caretaker, but in the past three days, they’ve noticed there’s something... off about Caretaker.

When they wanted to leave to go get a drink themselves, Caretaker almost got angry and insisted he’d do it for them.

Another time, they mentioned their friends, and Caretaker told them, “But I’m your friend now, aren’t I?”

Earlier today, they tried standing to which Caretaker panicked and sat them back down, demanding them to stay down, that they’re still too fragile.

Whumpee feels like they’re with Whumper again. Just a strangely more affectionate, gentle Whumper, but still Whumper.

“I think I’m ready to leave,” Whumpee tells Caretaker that night. “All my injuries have practically healed all the way, and since Whumper is gone--”

“Leaving?” Caretaker repeats incredulously. “Little one, must I remind you Whumper isn’t the only threat out there? What if someone else hurts you? Not only that, but you’re still in the middle of the forest. You’re vulnerable, injured or not.”

Even though his words are a direct contrast to Whumper’s, it still feels like them. Whumpee doesn’t like it at all.

“I already made it this far, and I can’t just stay here forever.” They stand and before Caretaker can push them down, they put their hands on his chest, which is almost above their head due to just how tall he is. “I’m fine. I can walk fine, I’m perfectly healed now.”

Caretaker’s eyes become empty. “Thanks to me.”

“Yes, thanks to you. Thank you for healing me, but I’m really fine, so--”

“You owe me.”

Anxiously, Whumpee chuckles. “Uh, what?”

Before they have a chance to react, Caretaker kicks them to the ground. Not only are his legs longer, but he’s stronger than even Whumper. Whumpee cries out in pain and looks up in total horror, unlike the other times they looked up at Caretaker.

Caretaker steps on their chest, not putting his total weight down because that’d kill them with no doubt, but enough to make it a struggle to breathe.

“You aren’t leaving,” Caretaker mumbles. “Say you won’t leave. I took care of you, I nursed you, I healed you. You owe me this. Don’t humans value thankfulness?”

Whumpee claws at Caretaker’s pant leg, wheezing, “I won’t leave, just please-- stop--!”

Seemingly satisfied, Caretaker lifts his boot from their chest and smiles. “Good little one. See? That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” He pets their hair, like he views them... like a pet. Just like Whumper did.

“You’re just as bad as Whumper,” Whumpee cries. They clutch their chest, which hurts from how hard Caretaker was pressing down on them.

Caretaker grows an angry expression. Though they’ve never mentioned Whumper’s name, Caretaker doesn’t need an explanation. “No, I am not. They hurt you. I healed you.”

“Before hurting me!”

“And I’ll heal you again.” Caretaker’s wings spread, bringing Whumpee into a tight embrace, unable to escape. “And I’ll continue if you try to leave me. Humans are weak, I’ve heard. Easily breakable. From the looks of it, you’re more delicate than the average human.”

Though Whumpee wants to curse him out, they still feel too much emotion mixed with pain to do anything more than cry.

“Please don’t cry,” Caretaker coos, wiping their tears with his clawed hand. “I’m not really hurting you if I’m healing you completely afterwards, right? It’s only a temporary pain, only temporary wounds.”

They try to claw away from their embrace, but Caretaker’s arms and wings only tighten around them in response.

“I understand you’re scared, but there’s no need to be. I’ll protect you. I’ll keep you safe. Not a single thing in this world will stop me.”

#whump #nonhuman caretaker #inhuman caretaker #caretaker turned whumper #whumper turned whumpee #kinda #fantasy whump #nonhuman whump #inhuman whump #monster whump #tw gore #gore #tw violence #violence #possessive whumper #male whumper #male caretaker #creepy caretaker #carewhumper

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justplainwhump · 1 year

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Stalker

Posting out of order yet again, sorry!

This closes a gap - the first steps of a recently free Angel on a bumpy road that'll eventually lead to her revovery.

[Angel's story]

Doctor Tim Harris falls in love.

Content: BBU, conditioning, early recovery, predatory behaviour, stalking, very dubcon vibes, dubcon kiss.

The man stood in the shadows of the trees lining the narrow street in one of the worse parts of a better neighbourhood. Big houses with gardens just big enough to not let the curious neighbours too close, but too small for that air of being well-off that the adjacent streets could offer. One of the houses was under construction, from the looks of it had been for years, and it was the one next to it that Tim Harris was interested in.

The pattern of lights behind the windows suggested that the rooms had been made smaller, to accommodate more people. Like a boarding house, maybe. In a way of course, that's what it was.

A safehouse for runaway WRU pets. He knew where it was, because the owners - that probably wasn't a good word, the activists running it - were dangerously incautious. They brought the runaways to his practise, one or two a month, and he treated them after hours, because his ex - before she was his ex - had urged him to do something for the greater good. Things you do for love. And well, money. Of course, he let them pay him for it. He risked his appropriation after all, helping runaways hide their dirty pasts.

One of the volunteers left the house, calling something to say goodbye, and Tim withdrew a little further into the shadows.

He should double his fees, if it was so easy making that safehouse out. Maybe he'd think about that later.

Now, he wasn't here to gather information on pet lib. He was here to gather information on a pet.

Angel. 002238. He knew the number, because he'd looked at it so often, three sessions, until the black lines had faded and soon there'd be nothing left of the bar code.

She'd flirted with him all the time. Not let the pain deter her. He'd remarked to her, that other people cried during the procedure. She'd said that crying made her look less attractive, and she wanted to be at her best for him.

He couldn't stop thinking about her. Her soft, perfect skin, the freckles on her nose, those dark eyes that seemed so knowing and naive at the same time. When he'd asked her for a drink after their first session, the pet lib guy had looked at him like he was a creep and told him that she wasn't ready to consent. The second session, the guy had stayed in the room with them the entire time. That was the day Tim had followed them back home for the first time.

And today, in the last session, he'd managed to give her a message, lean in closely while placing the bandage around her wrist, trying hard not to be distracted by the smell of her hair. "Meet me, outside the house. 8."

She'd just smiled, and let her fingertips run over his hand.

He still shivered, remembering.

It was 8:20 already. But he was patient.

She'd show. He knew it. Her touch had held a promise.

There was light up in the room he'd figured was hers, first floor, second from the left, and he could see a shadowy figure move behind it. The curtains moved aside, the window swung open, and he recognised a halo of blond hair. Angel. Whoever had given her the name, they'd chosen perfectly.

The light in the room went off then, but he could see the open window in the dim street light. A long leg in short pants graciously swinging over the windowsill, another one, and there she was, climbing down the drain pipe. An angel, descending to meet him.

She landed on her feet silently, gaze running over the street, and he stepped forward into the light.

Her smile was as radiant as in his dreams. "Doctor Harris," she said. "You came for me."

"I did," he replied, cleared his dry throat. "Do they... do they lock you up in there?"

"They don't want us to go out at night. Not the newer ones, at least." She shrugged and looked back at the house over her shoulder. "They don't make sense. They say there are no rules, and then there are rules, but if we call them rules, it's wrong again."

"Do you..." The question sounded dumb, but it was half out already, and so Tim rolled with it. "Do you like rules?"

Angel looked at him funnily, thoughtful, with a cute crease between her brows.

"I don't think that's something to like. Rules are necessary. Discipline is necessary. How can I be good, if nobody tells me what to do to be good?"

"You still climbed out of your window, even after they told you to stay inside the house."

"You told me to come out and meet you." The gaze she cast him, half hidden under long lashes, made his heart skip a beat. "I obeyed."

She was taller than him, he realised, even on bare feet, but there was something she did, with her shoulders, or the way she tilted her head, that made her appear shorter, made her look up at him. He liked that.

She kept his gaze still, waiting for a reply. There was one, he knew it, tasted it on his tongue already. Ask any of the pet lib people in the house behind her, it would be the wrong one, for many reasons.

But he wasn't them, and she wasn't just any pet, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and she looked at him in a way none of his former girlfriends ever had.

He gently rested a hand to her cheek, let himself get lost in her gaze for another second, before he spoke, voice rough.

"Good girl."

She all but melted into his kiss.

#bbu #bbu recovery #bbu pet lib #Angel's story #tim harris #creepy caretaker #dubcon #bbu romantic #dubcon kiss

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knittedeyebrowsandcardigans · 1 year

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Wow ok so I was going down a rabbit hole of songs released in 2009 and I...I found something...

youtube

I had no idea the music video was so whumpy!! Am I late to the party? Did everyone know about this? 😂

#whump #whump songs #creepy caretaker #creepy whumper #whumper x whumpee #creepy x intimate whumper #p!nk please don't leave me #Youtube

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abhainnwhump · 10 months

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Been obsessing over the idea of a Whumper who wants to live out a stereotypical family fantasy so they kidnap a few Whumpees to do it.

One Whumpee is their spouse. Whumpee is beautiful and caught Whumper's eye. They had a promising future before, but now they're stuck in this housewife role and have to suck up to their captor. They feel worse because they already have someone they love.

Another Whumpee is the kid. Whumper chose this one because of their small size and/or cute features. They have a cute bedroom, childish clothes, and limited access to information so they don't get too smart. They're also drugged most of the time so enjoy naps.

The last Whumpee is the pet. This one gets treated the worst. They have to act like a dog 24/7 and play fetch with the kid. Bonus points if this Whumpee was super cocky before and are now treated like an animal.

Whumper is the head of the household and makes sure everyone else stays in line. They want their family to be perfect, but they aren't against violence. They'll torture the Whumpees until "they love them again".

The Whumpees all befriend each other and plan to escape. They have to be careful so Whumper doesn't catch them, but they can't stay here.

#if anyone wants to write a whump/psychological thriller story but can't think of a premise #here you go #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #yandere whumper #whump #whump prompt #whumpblr #whump writing #whump tropes #conditioned whumpee #domestic whump #whumpee turned caretaker #pet whump #dude just play the Sims

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redd956 · 6 months

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Characters Holding Each Other In Whump

This is my demand to see more characters holding each other in whump, but also my opportunity to go on about characters holding each other in whump.

I need more of it, it's so warm, and great when it's characters dependent and safe to one another. Or it's creepy and harrowing when it's between whumper and anything.

I need more of

Caretaker finally reaching whumpee, and pulling them to their chest. Now that they are within each other's arms Caretaker is not letting go.

Multiple whumpees who cannot see each other directly, but hear their voices and reach their hands just far enough to feel each other's touch. Maybe they're reaching out between cell bars, perhaps there's a hole in the walls of an enclosure, or an open slot to a lab. Either way, they've found a hand to hold.

A distraught whumpee crawling over to their only friend, and waiting to be pulled into someone's lap.

When a known threat (whumper) approaches and a protective character pulls another into their grasp to shield them.

Two shivering characters latched onto each other, removing as much space between themselves as possible. After all, what if someone separates them again?

Whumper holding whumpee from behind, swaying them back and forth, listening to the subtle sounds of fright.

Two words: Bridal Carry. Whumpee nuzzling their face into caretaker's chest for bonus points. For extra bonus points, latching onto to caretaker's clothing despite being carried.

Whumpee trying to escape from a whumper they've pummeled thoroughly, only for the half-conscious whumper to grab whumpee one last time. Is it a pleading? A don't go? Or just a final act of terror?

Caretaker sitting on the bed next to a whumpee, and bringing them into their grasp as they whimper.

#caretaker #caretaking #whump #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompt list #whump drabble #whump things #hurt/comfort #whump ideas #whump prompts #whump stuff #cw captivity #cw violence #creepy whumper #intimate caretaker #intimate whumper

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veryspecificwhump · 1 month

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Whumpee whose love language is touch. As in, they need to hug or be hugged pretty often just to stay sane. Whumpee who's so touch-starved and desperate that they crawl up to Whumper after being torture and cling to their leg, begging for a hug, to hold hands, something

I can see this going four ways, with one 'good ending'. First there are the smug options. Creepy Intimate Whumper who'ss smug because they know Whumpee won't fight them about crossing boundaries anymore. Whumpee's just too desperate. Regular Whumper who's smug because Whumpee just majorly overstepped,and now they have an excuse to punish them. (not that they need one, but it's nice to have evidence that Whumpee "deserves it") Who remarks every time there's a pause in Whumpee's screaming that they brought this on themselves. Then there are the shocked options. Whumper who's shocked and angry that Whumpee would ask for such a thing, and punishes them. (spur-of-the-moment as opposed to planned) Who is genuinely disgusted by Whumpee's whining and is willing to torture Whumpee into never doing that again. Finally, Whumper who is shocked, confused, and the slightest bit sympathetic. They hadn't realized how much Whumpee needed (benevolent) physical contact. Maybe they're whumping for a job and their heart isn't in it, maybe they don't really understand how much they're actually hurting Whumpee, but they're just the tiniest bit guilty and they hold Whumpee's hand. (While muttering about how high-maintenance Whumpee is, of course) Maybe they turn into a Caretaker, or a Carewhumper at the least.

#whump #whumpee #whumper #creepy intimate whumper #carewhumper #whump idea #whump scenario #whumper turned caretaker #touchstarved whumpee #i'm not projecting you're projecting #whump writing

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astrowhump · 9 months

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Give me whumpers who do absolutely horrid things to their whumpee, with no follow-up comfort; But god forbid someone else tries to hurt whumpee—even worse, they try to steal whumpee away—that’s when whumper will burn the whole town down to rescue their beloved whumpee, only to drag them back into that old familiar basement.

“No one else gets to make you scream. No one. You will kneel at my feet, beg for my mercy. You’ll cry your sweet tears for me and only me.”

Bonus point if whumpee has stockholm syndrome.

#whump #one of my old drafts that never made it out #pet whump #conditioned whumpee #stockholm syndrome #whump writing #whump prompt #whump things #whump ideas #whump scenarios #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #whump community #defiant whumpee #whumper #whump drabble #whumpee #caretaker #whump stuff

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 4 months

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girls like flowers, chocolates, and being forced to preform life saving medical procedures on victims, right?

#whump #my art #whump community #whump scenario #whumpee #whumper #whump ideas #whump art #whump prompt #whump tropes #whumpblr #caretaker #reluctant caretaker #hand whump #yandere #male yandere #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #masked whumper

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jordanstrophe · 1 year

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Whumpee awoke laying on a couch. A fire had been made that quietly crackled and snapped.

Whumpee winced, feeling their head spin as they tried to sit up.

“Hey, it’s okay. Take it easy.” A voice spoke. A hand went on their chest and pushed them back on the couch. Another hand rested on their forehead searching for a fever.

Whumpee forced their eyes open, flinching when they realized they were laying on someone’s lap. They gasped and shot up straight.

“Hey, easy! It’s me- It’s caretaker.” They coaxed, grabbing them by the shoulders and laying them in their lap. “You don’t remember what happened, do you?” Caretaker asked.

Whumpee made a disgruntled noise as they clutched their head and shook. That one simple movement made their headache throb.

“You know... Maybe that’s for the best.” Caretaker sighed and lowered their gaze, stroking their hand down the side of whumpee’s face.

Their look had a hint of guilt.

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montammil · 1 year

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Caretaker smiles almost manically at Whumpee, cooing at their shaking form.

“Don’t worry, Whumpee. They’ll never hurt you again,” Caretaker promises, cupping the trembling Whumpee’s cheek with a bloody, gloved hand, and a sickeningly sweet expression. “I finally have you back. You have no idea how much I missed you.”

In Caretaker’s mind, Whumpee was likely shaking because of the horrors Whumper put them through, and it was a little chilly in the cold, damp basement.

...In Whumpee’s mind, though? Caretaker was always the sweetest, kindest, most forgiving person. Never once did they thought Caretaker was capable of such... carnage.

#whump #possessive caretaker #protective caretaker #overprotective caretaker #caretaker turned whumper #whumper turned whumpee #rescue whump #revenge whump #tw violence #tw blood #tw gore #creepy caretaker #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee

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reid-whump · 11 months

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How can you dehumanize a whumpee?

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE TROPE!! SEND MORE DEHUMANISATION ASKS PLEASE

use them as an ash tray!

force them to kneel next to you as you work!

shock!!! collars!!!!

carving their owner’s initials into their back!

using them as entertainment at parties!

sharing them with friends!

pulling their hair to meet their owner’s eyes!

assigning them a new name one might call a pet!

draw pretty patterns into their skin!

training them not to be disobedient!

giving them a treat when they’re good!

alter their appearance to your liking!

have them repeat that they were worthless!

don’t let them sit on furniture!

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whumpasaurus101 · 1 year

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“They….the’re g’nna come for me…. ‘n ki-kick y’r a-ass…” Whumpee rasped, their whole body aching as they curled in on themself on the cold stone floor.

“Are they now?” Whumper smirked, carding their hand through Whumpee’s hair who was too weak to even move away from the touch. Infact, Whumper felt Whumpee ever so slightly lean into the touch.

“That’s funny, because last time I checked, Caretaker said they didn’t care about you.”

I mean- jesus, you’re just so godam selfish! I bust my ass to protect you, I put up with all your bullshit, I mean, at this fucking stage I think youre just faking it all!!!

A sob hitched at the back of Whumpee’s throat. It was a heated argument. Caretaker didn’t mean it…. Maybe they did….. Maybe they were stuck here forever. Stuck with Whumper and nowhere to run.

“Shhhhhhh, baby, I’ve got you. Youre gonna be just fine with me….” Whumper cooed, kneeling to the ground and pulling Whumpee close to them.

Whumpee tensed for a moment before giving in and leaning into Whumper, they had no one else, caretakers not coming back….

#whump #whump drabble #whumpee #whumper #lee wrote something :o #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #creepy whumper #bad caretaker #smh caretaker #intimate whumper #not proof read at all so sorry JZJDSKSKD

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abhainnwhump · 5 months

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Whumper went pet shopping for their dear Whumpee. Their collar is too big for them and they need a smaller one now. They picked out a cute collar and leash set with pink flowers covering it.

They go up to pay. Caretaker is working at the shop as the cashier. They've seen Whumper around a few times, but something about them kept Caretaker from asking. This time, they ask, scanning their products. "So, who's the lucky pup? I'm guessing a shepherd from the size. What their name?"

Whumper chuckled, taking their bag. "It's name is Whumpee. And they're a very special pup. Would you like to meet them one day? I feel like you two would hit it off, Caretaker."

Caretaker smiled. It was mostly out of politeness. Something in Whumper's tone didn't sit right with them. They would have been freaked out that Whumper knew their name if they weren't wearing a name tag. It sounded like they knew it more than that. "Sure . . ."

Whumper took out a post-it note pad from their coat pocket and wrote a phone number down, then they passed it to the cashier. Whumper gave them a polite and cheery smile before walking out of the store, ringing the bell as they did.

Picking the sheet of paper up, Caretaker sighed. They didn't trust that person at all.

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whumpywizard · 3 months

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Band!Whump

Whumper's an obsessed fan of Whumpee that refuses to stop harassing/following them from gig to gig. This causes Whumpee to be terrified of performing live.

Whumpee getting hit with an object from the audience and getting pretty hurt. Caretaker doesn't even hesitate to throw a set piece RIGHT back at the assailant.

Singer!Whumpee that loses their voice and needs to be monitored/cared for by the band to make sure they don't push themselves too far.

A Whumpee that's super anxious about a show and just can't stop crying backstage about how they can't do it, don't make them do it. Too bad Manager!Whumper doesn't care.

Whumpee playing at a local basement gig and getting too intoxicated/drugged by Whumper. Does the band notice and get them out of there in time?

A Whumpee that can't play their instrument for an important performance due to injury. They're frustrated and feel like a complete burden to the rest of the band.

Feel free to add more!

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echoingalaxies · 10 months

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"There's nothing you could have done to him that would make me give up on him," Caretaker spat, glaring at Whumper. "I will always love him."

A deal was a deal, written in their blood, and magically binding. Caretaker had paid the price. Whumpee was coming back home. He'd walk through the door any minute, and he would be safe. They would finally be together again. Caretaker didn't care about what it had taken to make Whumper agree to such a trade. Whumpee would be okay. That was a win.

So Caretaker couldn't for the life of them figure out why Whumper looked so smug, so amused, as if they knew something Caretaker did not.

"Is that so?" Whumper's voice was unreasonably happy, and shivers ran through Caretaker's body. "You'd love him, no matter what he looks like now? He's been gone quite a while."

"I don't care about looks."

"That's certainly good to hear, then." Whumper reached for his pocket, taking something out, but it was small enough to fit in his closed fist. "So you'd still love the poor bastard even if he was... say... a worm?"

Caretaker's stomach dropped as he watched Whumper open his hand, revealing a small worm, which was desperately trying to make an escape.

Whumper began to laugh, satisfied with himself and Caretaker's visible horror. He picked the worm up with his other hand, dangling it between his fingers. The worm squirmed violently in his grip. Caretaker had to lean on the wall beside him, too horrified to choke out a single word.

"You..." he eventually managed, his voice shaking. "You... You're bluffing. That's not him. Where is he?"

"The deal was to return him alive and well, right? Look at him, not a mark on his body. If anything, I've treated him well."

"Where is the real Whumpee?!"

"Take it or leave it," Whumper said dangerously. "He's all yours."

Whumper raised his hand and tossed the worm at Caretaker. Caretaker caught it in his fist, as gently as he could, terrified of hurting it, not quite knowing what to believe, but not risking it.

Whereas the worm had wiggled hard when held by Whumper, it now was almost still on Caretaker's palm, pushing against his skin, as if it was trying to be as close to him as possible. A tear rolled down Caretaker's cheek as he gently ran his fingertip along the worm's body.

"W-whumpee...?"

A deal was a deal, written in blood, and Whumper was obligated to abide by it. It could have been just a sick joke, and Whumpee would actually be closeby waiting for Whumper's orders to come, but by the time Caretaker looked up from the tiny creature on his hand, Whumper had already turned to go, having done his part, and returned Whumpee to his loved ones.

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