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honeybunny-og · 2 years
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Caretaker Prompt #1
Caretaker had been living with Whumpee for a while, but Whumpee is still very sensitive and relies very heavily on Caretaker. 
One day Caretaker brings home a kitten they found abandoned on the side of the road. They thought that Whumpee might like having the kitten around to keep them company, so that taking care of the kitten would somehow help Whumpee take care of themselves.
However, Whumpee seems hesitant to befriend the kitten and withdraws whenever Caretaker feeds or cuddles with the kitten. Then, Caretaker wakes up one morning and finds the kitten dead in its little bed. 
Caretaker is heartbroken and worries that the death of their new pet will cause Whumpee great pain, even though they had yet to fully warm up to the kitten.
When Whumpee sees the small, lifeless body of the kitten, they let out an impassive sigh. 
After burying the kitten in the garden, Caretaker notices that Whumpee has become clingy again and spends the entirety of the day practically latched onto Caretaker. 
Late at night, Caretaker lays awake unable to sleep. Whumpee stirs under the covers and turns to snuggle into Caretaker’s chest -- not noticing they’re also awake. 
“All mine again,” Whumpee mumbles as a chill creeps down Caretaker’s spine. 
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jordanstrophe · 2 months
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I love it when whumpee isn't used to having a caretaker. They're always standing alone in the face of danger, but suddenly caretaker grabs their arm, yanks whumpee behind them and yell "Don't you dare lay a finger on them"
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saffitaffi · 28 days
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Start begging and maybe I’ll stop
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whumblr · 2 months
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Whump prompt #64
"That's my mark on them," Whumper purred as Caretaker stared at the scar on Whumpee's shoulder. "They're mine. And you're not taking them anywhere."
"Oh yeah?" Caretaker snapped back. Blazing eyes found Whumpee's, who looked away in shame. But Caretaker wouldn't have it. He grabbed their face, both hands, looked them deep in the eyes.
And he kissed them full on the mouth.
Whumpee sputtered, utterly confused, embarrassed even, a hand shakily reaching up to touch over their lips as Caretaker pulled away. They stumbled lightly, but an arm snagged around theirs and pulled them against Caretaker.
"That's my mark on them," Caretaker snarled. "I can easily plant one right over yours. And they're coming home. With me!"
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meraki24601 · 2 months
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Ring
“Whumpee, where did you get that ring?”
Caretaker had gotten used to Whumpee flinching. It seemed they hadn’t stopped since they were released from the hospital. Or, maybe it had started even before that. Before Whumper had taken them, or even further when they had first gone to file a restraining order. But they hadn’t expected them to flinch away from the curious question.
That was all the answer Caretaker needed. “You know, Whumper is dead. You don’t have to keep wearing their ring.”
“I can’t take it off.” Whumpee’s voice was small. They kept their head down as they stirred the pot of soup nearing boiling on the stove. 
Caretaker blamed the fumes from the onion Whumpee had chopped up earlier for the tears forming in their eyes. “You’re safe now, Whumpee. I know I can never make it up to you for not believing you sooner, but I swear I will never let anyone hurt you like that again. You can take off the ring.”
“It’s stuck. I can’t take it off.”
“Oh.” Caretaker’s hands stilled as they placed the last spoon on the table. “Would you like some help?”
“Yes, please.” 
Whumpee held very still as Caretaker approached and guided them to stand beside the sink. They didn’t shy away from Caretaker’s touch as the ring was slowly worked from their swollen finger but curled in on themselves and took three giant steps back the moment they were free. The mark left on the skin where the ring had sat dragged a whine from Whumpee’s throat. 
The inside of the ring had been engraved. Imprinted into Whumpee’s skin were four letters: 
M.
I.
N.
E.
Whumpee fell to their knees, holding the finger away from their body. “I’ll never be free.”
Caretaker wrapped a bandage from the kit under the sink around the possessive letters. Kissing Whumpee’s knuckles, Caretaker whispered, “You are free. Whumper is dead. I killed them. I swear on my life, no one will ever touch you again.”
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just-a-scratch-man · 3 months
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Kakashi tortured by Gotta
Naruto Shippuden ep. 353
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whumpasaurus101 · 9 months
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“Open your eyes for me, darling.”
“Ple-please.. I do-dont want to…”
Whumpee cried out as a hand quickly yanked back a fistful of their hair. Whumpee’s eye flew open; they had to stifle a gasp as Caretaker lay on the ground, their chest rising and falling shakily.
“Have you learnt your lesson, love.”
Whumpee desperately nodded, tears running down their cheek, “I wo-won’t ask for an-anyone’s help..” they whimpered, “I-I dont nee-need help, I- I like it here….”
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shshshquietnow · 9 months
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I like whumpers that insist whumpee is always SOMEONES property, even if not theirs.
Obviously whumpers that say "you belong to me" or "you're mine now" are fun, whumpee being just an object or toy or pet or what have you, something to not feel sympathy for.
But also whumpers- post rescue- running into caretaker or catching whumpee again. A "how was your other owner" to whumpee, reminding them of their place even with someone safe like caretaker.
Or even to caretaker, after catching whumpee again, saying "you should really take better care of your things" or "keep your dog on a shorter leash", effectively weirding caretaker out and recontextualizing everything whumpee does. Did whumpee think they belonged to caretaker?! How is caretaker meant to dismantle that idea?!
I think even once whumpee is away from whumper for good, it really just throws everything out of whack. Which is nice.
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Whump Prompt- Imagine dehumanization in the opposite direction. Whumper idolizes Whumpee. No darling, you can't go outside, you're too sweet and perfect and fragile. You're my perfect little doll. Even when Whumpee misbehaves, Whumper chalks it up to Whumpee's fragile nature and continues to coddle them like they're some precious object that needs constant care and maintenance. Only the softest restraints, the finest clothes, tender touches, delectable meals, drugs administered via pill or gas to avoid those awful needle marks, and the best gilded cage money can buy.
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montammil · 5 months
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TW: Stalking, yandere whumper, kinda nsfw? really just suggestive, whumpee is just as batshit insane as whumper
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Imagine an obsessed Whumper who stalks Whumpee all day.
NOW imagine a Whumpee that enjoys the attention. They tease Whumper while keeping their innocent and unknowing facade, all while Whumper becomes more and more obsessed, their patience and limits being pushed.
It's very amusing to just imagine Whumpee purposefully dressing up in revealing clothing because they know it'll send Whumper wild (and hurt/kill anyone who flirts with them).
Whumpee knowing Whumper breaks into their house at night and going to sleep naked/wearing lingerie on purpose, sometimes making movements that they know Whumper loves.
Whumpee crying when someone (especially their coworker) says something mean to them because they know that person will never be seen again.
They're just happily waiting until Whumper can't take it anymore.
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seasonscourt · 16 days
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#1
A whirlwind of rage, Hero threw the door open, stomping forward to slam their hands down on the desk in Superhero’s office.
“Why do you have to tear Villain down like that, Superhero?”
Superhero looked up calmly from the papers they’d been reading and looked Hero in the eye
“Simple. They don’t have the temperament for this job—”
“What?”
“—they’re not like you, Hero, not like us.” Superhero continued calmly, breezing over Hero’s interruption.
Hero just stared incredulously at Superhero for a moment before launching heatedly into a defense of their friend. “They’re the best trainee in the academy, more than that they’re the best person I know! Villain deserves more than anyone to graduate from the academy and go pro as a hero”
“Exactly. They’re too good, they won’t be able to to make the real decisions, seize the right opportunities. They’re simply not selfish enough. Not when it comes down to it, not like you” Superhero jerked the pen in their hand at Hero as they finished. Hero reached out in retaliation snapping it out of their hands and into the desk.
“I’m not like that.”
Superhero raised a doubtful eyebrow at Hero.
“You sure about that? Why don’t we test that little Hero?”
Hero took a step back.
“What do you mean?”
Superhero stood up and gestured at the door.
“I mean you’re formally dismissed, send Villain in”
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Villain re-entered the training room dead quiet, eyes gazing into nothing. Hero took a step towards them concerned and slightly apprehensive.
“Villain, what happened?”
Villain slowly turned to look at them, and the moment Hero caught their gaze they burst into tears.
“Villain!”
Hero ran forward, gathering Villain in their arms as their legs buckled slowly pulling the both of them down to sit on the floor
Hero’s voice was soft as they asked Villain again what happened, but Villain could only shake their head mutely before crawling into Hero’s lap and clutch desperately at them as they sobbed into their shoulder.
Hero hugged them back letting them stay together like that for a what seemed like hours
“Hero?” Villains finally voiced with their head still buried in Hero’s neck.
“Mm?”
A whimper, “Hero, please.”
“Shhh, just calm down. You’re okay, just breath , it’s okay” Hero rubbed soothing circles on the sobbing Villains back as Villain sobbed into their shoulder.
Hero glanced up at the smirking Superhero watching them both through the door, and felt a flash of irritation run through them.
They clutched their arms a little harder around Villain’s waist. Having Villain, smart, closed-off kind, lonely Villain, crying and vulnerable and in their lap and clinging to them felt like utter perfection. Damn it. Superhero had been right, they weren’t a good enough person to give this feeling up. Not when this felt like everything Hero had ever wanted.
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jordanstrophe · 5 months
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When whumper kidnapped whumpee, they rooted through all their belongings. They snooped through their phone, went through their wallet, cooed at their ID picture and read their favorite book.
One day whumper came into whumpee's cell while holding their phone.
"Hey, guess what your phone just pinged." They held it up to show them. "You didn't tell me today's your birthday."
"I... I didn't know." Whumpee mumbled with a broken voice.
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saffitaffi · 18 days
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I’ll never submit to the likes of you
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cw vampire whumper, conditioned whumpee, past nonconsensual blood drinking
"Why do you keep letting them do this to you?" Caretaker asked, eyes narrowing at the fresh bite mark on Whumpee's neck. Subtle bruising surrounded the puncture wounds.
Whumpee frowned, quickly tugging the collar of their shirt to cover the mark. "I'm—it's not really a big deal."
Caretaker sighed. "I hate seeing you like this. You keep getting paler and thinner and...quieter. I keep wondering how long it will be before there's nothing left of you."
"It's not like that," Whumpee insisted. "Whumper isn't hurting me. And besides, did you ever consider that maybe I like what they do to me?"
They didn't tell Caretaker how they used to wail and thrash against Whumper's hold, before they understood their place. Before Whumper taught them how incredible it was to provide for someone else with your very life force.
Whumpee didn't tell Caretaker that underneath their clothes, their body was littered with bruises and bite marks. Some were old and fading, others were fresh and still sore, but each of them was a claim Whumper had made on them.
And they didn't tell Caretaker that some nights Whumper would take too much when they fed, leaving Whumpee drained and lightheaded as their blood soaked the bedsheets. They would wake up in Whumper's arms the next day, disoriented and achy, with gentle praises whispered in their ear. "I like seeing you this way," Whumper would murmur. "All dumb and empty-headed. How a good little human is meant to be."
Whumpee didn't tell Caretaker any of this; they wouldn't understand. They didn't explain that the more Whumper fed from them—owned them—the easier it got.
"How could you possibly enjoy being treated that way?" Caretaker asked softly.
Whumpee shrugged and looked away. "I don't know. Whumper makes me feel...needed. I guess that's the part I enjoy the most."
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dresden-syndrome · 2 months
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Possessive whumper!!! Where someone else comes and DARES to touch THEIR whumpee?? Inexcusable
Whumping in EESU: Possessive whumper
Whumper receives their newly designated whumpee from detention. They don't allow anyone to deliver them; they take the properly restrained and branded whumpee into their car and bring them into their home/office, whispering "You're only mine now..."
Whumper deeply hurt by the fact they can't take their favorite, precious, beloved class 1/2/3 whumpee to themselves.
Whumper, a high rank EESU government official, is obsessed with someone they met. As their obsession grows, they plan an investigation, collect evidence, use State Security spies and finally order them to be arrested for a class 4 offence. Delighted to see them in a detention cell, they make a designation request.
Whumper calling all their subordinates in the building and showing their whumpee, warning everyone not to touch them.
Whumper threatening their colleague for coming too close to their beloved pet.
Whumper punishing their whumpee for coming too close to someone else.
Whumper making their pet hug them, kiss them or sit on their lap.
Whumper secretly making orders to buy clothes or stuff from the West because they just want their whumpee to look as pretty as they can.
Whumper in a position of civilian authority - a boss, a collective farm chairman, a local Party committee worker - threatening to report on their whumpee to State Security and get them arrested if they won't stay close to them.
Whumper making their new pet a room in their facility - a small, lovely, comfortable room with little bars on windows and lock on the door; they're the only one allowed to enter.
Whumper always carrying a few restraints to tie up and punish their beautiful defiant pet on their own.
Whumper refusing to give their sick pet up to the local lab for treatment and having to take care of them by themselves.
Whumper giving their pet to the lab and staying with them for the whole time: watching every medical procedure they have to endure, holding them every time the doctors are about to do something painful, sleeping in their little room.
Whumper talking to their comrades about their new pet, telling how beautiful they are, describing them in an absolutely dehumanizing way. (Bonus points if the whumpee is here, hearing their owner's every word, not allowed to say anything).
Despite it's explicitly stated that class 4 offenders cannot be reeducated or rehabilitated, whumper always tries to make their "property" to become as loyal and ideologically passionate as they can; after all, their pretty little pet needs to be perfect, and for them loyalty to the EESU regime is the best kind of perfection.
Whumper forcing their whumpee attend all their meetings and celebrations. If the meeting is too public to bring a class 4 subject in, or the place doesn't allow that, they lock the poor whumpee up alone in a cell.
Whumper leaving a mark on their whumpee's body - a tattoo, a scar, a touch of a melting iron rod. An ID tag on their ear shows the whumpee belongs to the state; a whumper's mark, however, shows they belong to them.
After a propaganda movie session for everyone ends, another one begins - just for the whumper and their whumpee together.
Whumpee has finally escaped from EESU. Too bad a person who organized their escape now controls their every move and convinces them they'll be caught and returned if they run away.
[Masterpost link]
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echo-goes-mmm · 1 year
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So we all the love the whumpee-thinks-caretaker-is-their-new-master trope but what if it's true
Caretaker who did buy whumpee, and who does wholeheartedly believes and acts like whumpee belongs to them
But damn it they take great care of their possessions. After all, cats and dogs get spoiled with treats and comfy beds and vet visits when they're sick and cuddles and a form of love
Why should a slave be any different? Especially because caretaker bought whumpee for companionship
Plus whumpee can tidy up, cook for themselves, hold a conversation, and even play games like cards or board games, and can go everywhere caretaker can
That's infinitely better than a cat or dog.
It's just such a shame their old owner was so terrible. Whumpee is so timid now, and nearly skin and bone. But that's nothing a good owner can't fix, right? The poor thing needs some proper structure and attention that's all. It's a good thing whumpee is human. It would be a lot harder to rehabilitate a rescue who can't comprehend speech.
And whumpee doesn't want to leave. Fetching files from a desk and playing checkers and occasionally cleaning the kitchen while master chatters about work is far better than being locked in a cold basement and getting beaten every day
Their new master doesn't lay a hand on them, their version of punishment is no music while doing chores, or no dessert
After all, you wouldn't hit your dog. Caretaker's new pet deserves at least that
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