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feverdreamsanddelusions · 4 months

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[tw nonhuman caretaker, caretaker turned whumper, whumper turned whumpee, psychological whump, captivity, threats of torture]

Whumper was guided and locked into one of the guest bedrooms before they could've collected their thoughts. The fact that they'd missed their chance of knocking out the person escorting them barely registered in their mind. All they could do was pace back and forth anxiously, pinching themself until their skin was red and tender.

How the fuck was Caretaker alive?

It only took a couple minutes before the devil appeared, and Whumper spun around and backed up until they hit the wall. This was real. This was actually real. "What's going on?" they choked out.

"Whatever do you mean?" Caretaker closed the door behind themself, taking their time locking it and sliding the key into their pocket.

Whumper had never admitted to the assassination out loud. They never knew who could be wired, which place could be bugged, it was better to just keep it a secret meant for the grave; and that habit was a hard one to break. "I– I mean... I've heard... I thought you... I've heard there was a, an accident..."

"Accident?" Caretaker stayed perfectly neutral as they surveyed Whumper's expression. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar."

"What happened to your face?" they blurted out. That was it. That was a good question.

"Why, you shot me. Don't tell me you shoot so many people that it all blurs together."

Whumper felt like they were going to be sick. "I didn't shoot anyone."

"So why the shock and the terror? Come on, now. You're amongst friends. Of all people, the two of us have an intimate understanding of what happened that day."

Caretaker slowly walked over, coming to a halt just a couple feet away from where Whumper was now cornered. Fuck, that scar was horrific. It wasn't one anyone should've been able to survive. This whole thing was impossible.

"Had you been kept in the dark, oh infamous rebel assassin? Did they not even tell you who any of us were?" The way Caretaker said that, it almost made Whumper feel like... they weren't human. Like Whumper should've known they were something separate, something more powerful... "Did you think no one had ever tried to kill us before you came along?"

"I... I didn't do anything... I'm just here to attend... attend a party..."

Caretaker laughed at that, hearty and genuine. "I do apologise, I'm sure the way you're looking at me right now is strictly due to the scar. I'm certain it has nothing to do with the failed attempt to murder me, since that most definitely wasn't you."

Whumpee shook their head frantically. "I, I don't know what you're talking about."

"And it wasn't you who put poison in the punch tonight."

"Someone poisoned the punch? That's– you ought to tell everyone–"

Caretaker looked endlessly amused by their pitiful attempt at masking their identity. "The guests have been alerted, don't you worry. But really, I can't believe we can't even have an honest conversation after having shared such an... intense experience. Tell you what; I share my secret, and you share yours. That seems like a fair deal."

"I have nothing to share, I'm afraid." Whumper was still glued to the wall, but they made an effort to relax a little. "I'm quite the open book. So unless you're interested in petty secrets from my childhood years–"

"Whumper..." Caretaker stepped even closer, and all of Whumper's previous efforts went out the window. They tensed up again, even holding their breath as Caretaker came within arm's reach. "I know you're curious. You want to know how I survived."

"I don't. I don't."

"Not if it means having to confess, hm?"

"I didn't do anything!" Whumper snapped, flinching when Caretaker raised a hand — but they didn't hit them. They put a finger against Whumper's lips for a brief moment, hushing them.

"Let me introduce your other option, then," they said softly. "I don't tell you anything. Instead I simply bring you down to the torture chamber and we spend an admittedly less pleasant time together, until you're ready to own up to your crimes. Would you prefer that?"

"I didn't do anything," Whumper repeated without thinking. "I didn't do anything... I, I came here for the gathering, I now find out I was close to drinking poisoned punch, I don't understand any of this–"

"Fine." Caretaker stepped back, and Whumper felt so lightheaded they thought they were going to collapse. "I must go back downstairs, I'm sure you understand. But don't worry; I fully respect your wishes. I will be back soon to make good on my promise."

#whump #whump drabble #nonhuman caretaker #caretaker turned whumper #whumper turned whumpee #psychological whump #captivity #threats of torture #res writes

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nat-1-whump · 14 days

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One of my favorite things about hurt/comfort in a fantasy setting is the potential for huge differences in size. Like a tall human and a doll-sized fairy, or a giant troll and a scrawny elf. I know size difference is a fairly common trope with human characters, but I think there's even more room to play with when the characters aren't all humans and have much more variance in size. In regards to Whumpee being the smaller of the two, some potential ideas are:

Whumpee falls in battle, collapsing with a thud that instantly snaps Caretaker's attention away from their own opponent. They quickly throw Whumpee over their shoulder and fight their way through the remaining enemies. As soon as they're safe, Caretaker sets Whumpee down and frantically tries to shake them awake, cursing themself for not protecting their fragile companion.

Caretaker treats Whumpee's injuries, trying to be gentle as they wrap bandages around them. They're afraid they'll pull the bandage too tight and snap Whumpee like a stick. Though, Whumpee doesn't seem all that worried. They trust Caretaker with their life, but Caretaker is worried about breaking that trust.

Or, Caretaker doesn't know how to treat Whumpee's injuries, so they easily scoop them up and carry them through the village looking for anyone who can help. Whumpee buries their face in Caretaker's shirt, their face burning red as they feel the stares of the villagers passing by. It's so humiliating, being carried around in their condition for all to see. Admittedly, though, resting in Caretaker's arms isn't all that uncomfortable, and had they a bit more privacy, Whumpee might even enjoy it.

Caretaker finds Whumpee practically frozen solid outside on a cold day. They immediately bring Whumpee inside to wrap them in a blanket and hold them in one arm as they cook a warm meal over the fire. By the time they've finished cooking a steamy broth for their chilly Whumpee to enjoy, they move the blanket away from Whumpee's face to see they've fallen asleep, resting their head in the crook of Caretaker's neck.

Whumpee gets scared and runs into Caretaker's arms for protection. Caretaker pulls them close and strokes their hair as they glare daggers at whatever, or whoever, just frightened Whumpee like that.

When Whumpee is sick but struggles to fall asleep, Caretaker scoops them up and lulls them to sleep by carrying them around and telling them stories.

Caretaker brings Whumpee to their house to keep an eye on them as they recover from an injury, but everything is a lot bigger than Whumpee is used to. They look so tiny in the middle of Caretaker's bed, and it takes both hands and a considerable amount of strength for them to hold what Caretaker thought was a small enough mug for them to drink from. Whumpee and Caretaker both laugh as Whumpee tries on a sweater that ends up going down past their knees.

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emptyrubbishbin · 1 month

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Fire Elemental

Fire whumpee who is constantly being doused with water. Who coughs and sputters, pleading in their native tongue, which their human whumper can't understand.

^- a recovering whumpee who burns less bright and hot because of what happened to them and is either seen as weak or ugly by their fellow elementals.

Fire whumper who burns human whumpee, who caresses their face, only to leave behind a path charred skin.

^- a whumpee who becomes afraid of heat, warmth and fire.

Fire caretaker who never touches human whumpee but stays just close enough to provide a comforting warmth.

^- and even though neither of them understand each other, they do understand that they are friends.

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump writing #whumpee #whump stuff #whumper #nonhuman whumpee #nonhuman whumper #nonhuman caretaker

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warmblanketwhump · 4 months

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Do you ever think about robots as caretakers for human whumpees? because I do. way too much. Just imagining a robot caretaker who doesn't know how to help whumpee AND doesn't know how human anatomy works so they're even more confused but they still want to help.

Also, whumpee with a fever making them overheat so they can't help but lean into the robot caretakers cold, metal hand.

Also also, whumpee with a fever that makes them too cold, so their robot caretaker raises their own core temperature and cuddles with them to keep them warm.

aaaaaahhhh I just love nonhuman caretakers so much!

oooh I never have thought of that before, but that's genius!!!

like the robot doesn't understand why they can't just do a hard reboot and the human is like "no no no that's not how humans work please stop trying to reset me" and the robot is just confused but doing their best to try and understand how to help this poor sad sick overheated thing

i could be down for this, anon!!

#nonhuman caretaker #anon

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whumpshaped · 9 months

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NICHE PROMPT TIME BAYBEYYY. I’ve got two werewolf themed ones for you!!

One: human whumpee, who is owned and whumped by a werewolf pack :)

Two: a human whumpee, who escaped their whumper and got taken in by a werewolf pack (basically a found family pack of caretakers)

(Bonus points if you talk about pack dynamics in this because uhhh fanfiction has given me A/B/O brainrot— but if it’s something you don’t vibe with, that’s okay!) ~🐸

tw nonhuman caretaker, past captivity, injured

Whumpee thought it couldn't get any worse. After they'd finally escaped Whumper, they thought their perils were over, and better days were ahead. But running into an entire pack of werewolves wasn't exactly what they would've described as better.

"Please–" they squeaked as they began backing away. "Please, I'm already half-dead, please just leave me–"

One of the beasts advanced on them despite the clear understanding in their eyes. These creatures were intelligent, able to decipher their words, and yet... Did they have no mercy in their hearts?

Whumpee fell to their knees, hands clasped in front of them. "I'm begging you. Please. I just want to live. I've– I've been hurt so badly, and, and for so long, please."

"No hurt," the werewolf said, its voice raspy and threatening even though its slurred words were ones of comfort. A wolf's mouth wasn't made for speaking human words.

Whumpee trembled before the monster, the tiniest spark of hope flickering to life in their chest. "You– you won't? Will you let me g-go?"

The werewolf pointed at one of Whumpee's fresher injuries. "Help."

"You'll... help me?" The thing scooped Whumpee up into its arms, trying not to jostle their injuries too much. "Wait– wait!"

Their protests were short-lived. And when they went to sleep that night, huddled up between several bundles of fluff and warmth, they couldn't help but think that their life might actually be on the path to getting better.

#asks #angel in training anon #distract me prompts #nonhuman caretaker #comfort #injured #past captivity #escape #whump #whump drabble #recovery fic

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redd956 · 7 months

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Mini Whump Prompt 118

Vampiric Caretaker has had enough of their fellow vampire's treatments of whumpee, and went out of their way to rescue them. Now to get them properly recovered and sent back to safely human territories.

They thought it would be simple. Sure! Whumpee was quite the odd human, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary... until they walked in on whumpee one day and the human proceeded to pull on the collar of their shirt until the neck and collarbone were fully exposed.

"What are you doing?", Caretaker couldn't contain their confusion.

"Offering you to feed.", They explained so nonchalantly, growing nervous at Caretaker's silence, "You've been so good to me, and I never see you feed. I thought- I thought that you might want- as a thanks of course."

"What the fu-"

#nonhuman caretaker #vampire whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump #whump ideas #whumpee #caretaker #vampire caretaker #vampiric caretaker #nonhuman whumper #vampire whumper #vampiric whumper #conditioned whumpee #conditioning whump #cw pet whump #pet whump

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dinkflocculent · 9 days

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Whumpee lives in a world where cruel beasts have taken everything they loved, devoting their life to kill every last one of the species.

One night they get caught in a snowstorm, on the brink of suffocating under the snow. They wake up in a warm, soothing cabin in bed, all of their wounds patched up. The one that saved them is one of the beasts whumpee swore to kill.

#whump #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump prompt #implied whump #whump community #whump tropes #whump idea #whumpee #whump prompts #conditioned whumpee #whumpee x caretaker #nonhuman caretaker #recovery whump #whump writing #whump ideas

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the-three-whumpeteers · 1 year

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The caretaker had rescued the whumpee on a whim, and they could barely take care of the human they took in. Thankfully they seemed to have gotten most things right since the whumpee seemed relatively healthy- but the caretaker had to constantly research in order to get to that point.

#whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee #aramis stabs someone #whump prompts #caretaker #nonhuman caretaker #rescue

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a-crumb-of-whump · 1 year

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Content: Vampire caretaker, human whumpee, feeding, self-harm (for the purpose of feeding a vampire), brief talk of weight loss, starvation, PTSD/trauma, [mentioned] fear of hurting a loved one.

Whumpee glanced over the moment they heard Caretaker slowly making their way down the stairs. With a small frown, they squeezed the cut on the underside of their wrist; causing just that bit more blood to seep from their body and into the cup below.

This would be the first time Caretaker had fed in almost a year. After so long of being fed from daily by Whumper, they couldn't stand the thought of doing it again - even if it was for their savior. The vampire had been extremely understanding, though Whumpee hadn't missed the look of disappointment that clouded their face as the realisation began to settle in. By that point, they hadn't fed in several months.

However, after so long without consuming anything, Caretaker had inevitably started to get thinner. It became noticeable each time they stretched too far or took off their shirt, along with the way they struggled to even make it out of bed without panting quietly each time.

Whumpee was sick of it.

"Whumpee," Caretaker greeted as soon as they were in sight of them. The human offered a smile in return, still squeezing as much blood from their cut as they possibly could. The way the vampire held their breath as they got closer did not elude them, but it was okay. They wouldn't have to for long. "Did you cut yourself? Are you okay?"

Once they were finished, Whumpee grabbed the paper towel they'd prepared for themself and pressed it up against their wound; using their other hand to grab the glass.

"Here," they whispered as they held it out towards them. "For you. I'm sorry it took so long to find the courage to do it."

Caretaker's hands were barely able to stay still as they took the glass from them. They eyed Whumpee closely, as if double checking to see if they were okay. The human responded by motioning for them to drink it.

"You're serious?" they asked. "I can have it all?"

Whumpee nodded. "It's all yours."

The moment the blood reached their lips, Caretaker began to desperately down the entire thing. It wasn't much - not in comparison to the amount they'd otherwise drink if they had the choice - but they seemed so grateful for it anyway. Whumpee even thought they saw several tears well in their eyes as they consumed the last bit.

"Tha-ank you," they quietly hiccupped as they licked out the rest of it. As soon as they were done, they politely handed the glass back, and Whumpee could already see a touch of life returning to their face.

Then they tentatively held their arms out for them. "Can I- can I finally give you a hug?" they requested, and Whumpee immediately lit up. It was enough blood that they felt they could trust themself to be close to Whumpee. That was good.

So they stepped within arm's reach of them and let Caretaker bundle them up in a hug for the first time in many months.

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump scenarios #whump prompts #whump tropes #whumpee #caretaker #nonhuman caretaker #vampire caretaker #whumpy thoughts

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zoethehead · 4 months

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Just a reminder, there were gonna be some whumpy scenes that involved Nick getting injured in the original version of zootopia.

#whump #zootopia #nick wilde #nonhuman whumpee #nonhuman caretaker #black eye #bandaged #shock collar

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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.

...

“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.”

...

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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