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#whump#whumpblr#crack whump#whump meme#whump humor#defiant whumpee#possible pet whumpee?#this stupid idea wouldn't leave me alone
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Whumpee x caretaker idea
A caretaker who makes sure to never touch whumpee since they don’t want to recall trauma or harm them in any way and whumpee suffering because of how touch starved they are.
Caretaker only ever touching whumpee when necessary, like when they are injured. Whumpee starting to show up with new injuries every single day, leaving caretaker in confusion and worry…
#please let me know if anyone writes this or possibly has written about this I need to read it#pet whump#whumpee#whumpee x caretaker#pet whump bad caretaker
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The Belanger Masterlist
The Making of Beasts and Atrocities
In a world where animal shifters are beginning to be seen as second class citizens and ostracized for being different, street musician Cassiel Ohazia Belanger finds out in the worst way possible what happens when one is discovered to be a shifter. What hardships will the loving dire wolf shifter face and will he be able to change how the wold views those with an animal inside of them? Can Cassiel be able to fight the Beast that he holds within him without destroying everything he has ever loved and cared about? Will the world change for the better or will there be a war waged between humans and shifters? What truly makes a beast and what turns those to monsters.
CWs for the series (each post will be individually tagged): pet whump, slavery, inequality of race, long term captivity, dehumanization, team whump, death, fighting rings, forced drugging, and a lot of brutality from those in charge of the system, possible bbu adjacent themes
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The Beginning/Training:
A Musician's Morning Routine
A Chilling Reality for the Musician
The Ring of Fangs and Blood:
Beasts Can't Love Anyone
Branding of the Beast
A Road to the Meadows
Colors of Symphony
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Other Writings, Asks, and Extra Information!
This is where I am dumping writings where it’s either an AU or an ask. Some of the asks are actually writings and part of the story and will have already been sorted out above. This is mostly for extra information and what not that you would like to know.
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AUs:
Cas and the Lamb (BBU Collab with @ocean-blue-whump)
Across the Stars and Through the Meadows (BBU Collab with @ocean-blue-whump)
Reference Pictures:
Character Sheet and Art
Asks:
Cas and Strangers // Cas and Verna // Cas and Arthur //
Cas and Tom and Runa // Insulting Cas (prompt) // Are you Smart //
Taking Advantage // Cas Meadows // Scream in the Bar (Prompt) //
Worst Thing to Ever Happen // A Secret Kept // Color of Screams //
What Are You Thankful For? (Prompt) // Cas Tells the Truth
#Cassiel Belanger#the belanger masterlist#writing masterlist#whump masterlist#pet whump#slavery#inequality of race#long term captivity#dehumanization#team whump#death#fighting rings#forced drugging#nonhuman whumpee#shapeshifter#shapeshifter whump#possible bbu adjacency#whump oc
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Emil's Commands
Specific commands and their trigger warning
Atone -Self Harm
Starve -Starvation
All commands can be overridden by Tael
Extra persuasion may be needed if Emil is not blood deprived
If not blood deprived Emil may actively not do certain commands (i.e. Go Ahead and Attack)
“Go Ahead” -Attack and feed off of targeted or provided prey (living, nonliving, or inanimate), Permission to kill
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“Attack” -Attack and hold down targeted or provided person, No permission to kill
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“Feed” (Must be holding out a source of blood) -Feed from the provided source [Often a limb or pack of blood]
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“Speak” -Say woof, bark, etc
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“Speak Properly” -Attempt an actual bark
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“Down” -Stop all activity and get as close to the ground as possible. [Often in a Bow]
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“Stop” -Stop everything, including breathing, blinking, etc. [Will hold until he passes out]
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“Roll Over” -Roll over like a dog
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“Shake” -Shake like a dog
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“Hand” -Hold hand out [Often to be given something or to shake hands]
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“Give” -Hand over whatever he’s holding in hands, mouth, or if he’s hiding something behind him
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“Atone” (Something must be given to him along with this command) -Harm self with the provided object. [Often met with reluctance but command is often still fulfilled]
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“Relax” (Person giving the command must be sitting down or laying down) -Crawl into commander’s lap and lay down like a lap dog
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“Quiet” -Muffle or dampen noise he’s making
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“Silence” -Stop all noise he’s making [Often results in him holding his breath too, as to not make a noise due to breathing]
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“Place” -Go to the smallest spot he feels safest or, if available, a dog crate
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“Fuck off” -Get out of the commander’s sight and stay out of their sight.
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“Return” / “Come” -Return to commander’s sight and side in a heel position.
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“Pick” (Must provide 2 or more objects) -Pick which object to be harmed with
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“Stay” -Stay sitting or standing in current spot
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“Drop it” (Emil must have something in his mouth) -Drop or spit out whatever is in his mouth
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“Swallow” (Emil must have something is in his mouth) -Swallow whatever is in his mouth regardless of what it is [hesitance may be present if it’s something he knows is poisonous or toxic]
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“Open” -Open his mouth
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“Pose” -Reveal as many injuries as possible for a picture
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“Hold” (Must be presenting an object to Emil) -Hold presented object in his mouth
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“Heel” -Sit directly beside commander
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“Starve” -Refuse any food until give the ‘Go Ahead’ or ‘Feed’ command
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“Retrieve” -Retrieve a named object. If an object is not named, retrieve a possible weapon.
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“Beg” -Beg for his life. (If told to beg for something specifically, he’ll beg for that instead)
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“Smile” -Bare his teeth
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“Smile Properly” -Actually smile
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“Bow” -Bow down on all fours with his head down
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“Up” (Must point to a surface or pat a surface) -Climb or jump up onto the surface
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“Enough” -Dismisses previous command or a specific named command
general: @emmettnet @thebluejayswhump
Emil taglist: @whumpsday
#diye speaks whump#it's not writing but I wanted to post this still :3c#Some more commands may be added but this is what I got for now!#emil tag#emil writing tag#<bc it's related to possible writing stuff and it is canon#self harm#starvation#pet whump#vampire whumpee#whump#whump tag#ask to tag#dashes between each bc tumblr is fucking up the formatting
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Abandoned whumpee
CW: Whumper turned caretaker, injured whumpee, defiant, restrained, angst
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Whumpee awoke in their enemies infirmary.
An IV was pricking their arm and the lights were dimmed. They twitched as their wrist ached from the handcuff binding them to the bed.
"You're awake? I was getting worried about you." Whumper hummed, sitting by their bedside with a large cup of coffee. Whumpee shakily rose their hand as the handcuff clinked.
"This isn't necessary." Whumpee tiredly mumbled.
"My my, you've been awake for ten seconds and already making demands." Whumper chuckled. "But I'm afraid we're not on that level of trust yet, I can get you something for the bruise."
Whumpee tried to sit up, everything felt like it was moving in slow motion.
"I'm a w-wounded prisoner. It's not like I know my w-way around here-" Their voice hitched as their arm gave in as they collapsed. Whumper was quick to pull them up and put a pillow behind their back.
"Easy now, you're still healing. -And don't downgrade yourself, you could still pack a punch, I know how you were trained." Whumper scolded, fixing the blanket around them.
"How could you possibly know that." Whumpee squinted. Whumper ignored their question and waved someone over; they were handed something whumpee couldn't see from the bed. Whumper moved towards them whumpee tried to scamper as far as the handcuff could go.
"Hey! Hey, calm down. It's not going to hurt you." Whumper lulled, placing a plate with a full meal on their lap. "Look, it's just a peace offering."
Whumpee's face flushed with a hint of pink as they lowered their shoulders. Hospitality was the least they expected from their enemy's leader. "You're feeding me?" Whumpee tilted their head.
"Of course I'm feeding you. I saved your life, I'm not going to waste it all by starving you. Gracious, eat your dinner." Whumper scoffed.
"This is dinner? How long did you sedate me?" Whumpee suddenly perked up.
"I didn't sedate you, you were exhausted. That's just how long you slept. Now eat, you'll feel better." They nudged, taking their wrist and putting a plastic fork in whumpee's hand.
"If I didn't know any better," Whumper chuckled, "I would guess your beloved team wasn't feeding you either-"
Whumper felt movement and grabbed whumpee's arm before they attempted to plummet the fork into whumper's neck. They glared at each other as Whumpee was panting and pouring with sweat.
"Sweetheart, that is a plastic fork you're holding." Whumper glared.
"I know. But it's got three sh-sharp points and that's good enough f-for me." Whumpee grunted, still attempting to stab them. Whumper grabbed their collar and yanked them mere inches away. Whumpee pushed and tried to back-peddle as whumper held their collar.
"That was a cute try." Whumper whispered in their ear. "But you don't have the strength to fight just yet, little lamb. Should have eaten first." They plucked the fork out of Whumpee's hand and released them. Whumpee fell back and winced, holding their wound as it pulsed. They could feel the stitches underneath their shirt, staying intact at least...
"You honestly can't believe you'll keep me here like this! I don't want to be here- I'm not your pet to tease!" Whumpee shouted at them.
"You're not my pet. If you want to be that way, then sure; you're like a lamb running for the cliffs that I have to keep pulling you away from." Whumper straightened their jacket and rubbed their neck.
"You're only keeping me alive so you can torture me later, I've told you from the start I won't ever give up my team-"
"-No." Whumper cut them off.
Whumpee suddenly quieted and closed their lips. "... What do you mean no?" They quietly asked.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, your head is so full of lies it sickens me to know what they've taught you! You want to know why I stayed by your side all day? You woke up throughout the night and cried yourself right back to sleep!"
"I wasn't crying!" Whumpee sobbed, covering their face and fell silent. Whumper shut their mouth and leaned back, realizing they had corned them. "I'm sorry. I uh ... I'll give you some space. I'll come check on you later." Whumper quickly stood. They craned their head back to see whumpee was now curled on their side facing away from them.
Whumpee flinched when they heard a "clink" as the handcuff fell off their wrist. It was a feeling of pure light and relief. It was a surprising gesture, even for the stunt they pulled with the now-revoked plastic fork.
This wasn't the ruthless enemy whumpee was expecting; whumper speaks as if they know more about their own team than whumpee does. If they got trusted enough to freely walk around, they would get to find their own answers deep in the core of their enemies base.
Perhaps this was an opportunity.
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#whump#whumpee#whumper#injured whumpee#medical whump#kidnapped whumpee#prisoner whump#gentle whumper#whumper turned caretaker#defiant whumpee#whump writing#whumplr#soft whumper#caretaking whumper#hurt/comfort#comfort whump#whump angst#betrayal whump
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currently thinking about a universe where having your own whumpee(s) is like. a widespread thing. and i want to dump my train of thought somewhere so here you go
stronger/more durable whumpees are worth more because they last longer — maybe they’re used as lab rats for whumper to test a new torture device or weapon
on the other side of the spectrum, weaker whumpees are worth less — maybe they’re usually bought in bulk
whumpees being bought and given to family members as gifts during the holidays (like a dog — pet whump possibilities??)
“buy one, get one free”
“handcuffs/weapon(s) not included”
online quizzes telling you what kind of whumpee would be best for you (again, like a dog)
immortal/super-powered whumpees being auctioned off (i have the mental image of whumpee being in a cage in front of a crowd like in that one jurassic park movie idk)
whumpers trading whumpees
whumpees being used as currency; whumpers exchanging whumpees for food/resources/weapons
whumpees being labeled as “new” or “used”
whumpers complaining to each other about how much weapons/handcuffs/etc cost now because of how many people are using them
#this post probably makes no sense#but oh well#whump#whump prompts#whump idea#whump prompt#whump tropes#whump community#whumpblr#whump scenario#whumpers#whumpees#whumper#whumpee#crack whump#<- kind of??#thoughts of a crab
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obligatory bday prompts post
whumpee misses their birthday entirely because they're in captivity
whumpee gets kidnapped on their birthday
^ if the kidnapper finds our they taunt them about it
whumper brings captive whumpee a little cake/cupcake with some candles in it. possibly a gift. whumpee is very scared of the gift
cakes whumpee is allergic to
cake that is the only meal whumpee has gotten in days
whumpee blowing out the candles and wishing for freedom
every year whumpee gets to spend their birthday however they want. it's the only day when whumper doesn't mess with them
every year whumpee gets hurt extra on their birthday
pet whumpee being gifted toys and collars
guard dog whumpee being gifted weapons
guard dog whumpee being gifted soft things because they so rarely get to have softness in their life
servant whumpee being gifted a day off
or alternatively, being told that getting to serve is a year round gift
party hats
whumpee whose birthday is just another day in captivity, so they don't even get that to track the time with. they get out and they don't even know how old they are anymore
whumpee who used to never celebrate their birthday being given gifts and a cake for the first time. they're more emotional than theyd like to admit
whumpee who hates that another year has passed
after rescue, birthdays are tainted forever. whumpee never wants to celebrate. it's so hard keeping it a secret from everyone in a culture where people are obsessed with finding out and giving well wishes. they can't just say "stop fucking wishing me a happy birthday i was kidnapped and whipped on the day of every single time and the lashes corresponded to my age so it got worse each time"
whumpee who wants to reclaim their birthday
whumpee who gets severely intoxicated on the day of because it hurts too much
whumpee who wants to celebrate but there's no one to celebrate with
whumpee whose birthday is forgotten both in and out of captivity
whumpee who's trying to make up for lost time
caretaker who spends whumpee's birthday crying because they don't know where whumpee is and they might be dead
whumpee IS dead and their birthday that used to be a big celebration that caretaker loved to bake and prepare for is now just... spent sobbing
caretaker who refuses to celebrate their own birthday because whumpee is missing/badly hurt
caretaker who spends their birthday tending to whumpee
caretaker who shares a birthday with whumpee. it's so awkward now. it's bad.
caretaker who shares a birthday with whumpee. it helps pull whumpee out of the birthday depression
whumper who gets whumpee as a birthday present
whumper who throws a big elaborate party for their own birthday and whumpee is the entertainment
whumpee hates whumper's birthdays. they always get wasted. and that can go either very well or very badly
whumpee who's expected to give gifts to whumper. maybe not even because they're captive. maybe it's a literal societal obligation. technically whumpee could refuse but if they did they'd get judged so harshly
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Idk why, but I haven't seen any vampires as whumpees. Like, you can starve them all you want and they won't die?? Or chain them outside in the sun, like a cute little pet??
There are lots of possibilities.
I'm just saying
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"Come on, pet. Into bed you come."
Whumpee immediately took the opportunity to climb into bed with Whumper. They let out a small noise and buried themselves under the covers, trying to find the most warmth possible.
Eventually they gravitated towards Whumper's body and curled up by their side as their owner flicked the bedside lamp off.
"Sir?" they whispered after a moment of silence. Whumper hummed to let them know that they were listening but otherwise said nothing. "Are you going to hurt me tomorrow, too?"
"Of course not, my sweet pet," Whumper cooed, running their fingers through Whumpee's hair a few times to smooth it back against their head. "I'll leave that up to my friends."
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Whumpee shivers and shakes on Whumper's lap as they cling onto them. They have tears of pain in their eyes and the grip helps. Whumper shushes them and runs one hand through their hair. It's weaker than the normal pets because most of their attention is on the knife carving a name/initials/symbol into Whumpee's back.
#whump#whumpblr#whump writing#whump prompt#whump tropes#creepy whumper#conditioned whumpee#intimate whumper#creepy/intimate whumper#abused whumpee#sadistic whumper#noncon body modification#pet whump#possible pet whumpee?
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PLEASE girl, I am begging yall to write more pet whump with Older Whumpee and Younger Caretaker. The possibilities for fluff and the fucked up shit are endless why does it feel I am the only insane man to see the potential
#whump#pet whump#older whumpee#younger caretaker#conditioning#martin's stash#let it be known that i also mean non romantic. i see yall shipping whumpee's and their caretakers and raise you “no thank you”#also add non human whumpee to that and make it so what Caretaker thought was a very big old dog#turns out to be a werewolf old enough to be their father. that's also extremely mentally unwell. welp! what can you.
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pet whumpee who is still so naively loving and affectionate towards whumper (or anyone really) no matter what they do to them.
it's not even like they're fawning in the hopes they won't be hurt - they don't even seem to have a problem with being hurt in the first place. they don't enjoy it, and they scream and cry and plead for mercy when the pain becomes too much, but if hurting them makes master happy, then they'll happily tolerate it without complaint.
besides, master is always so sweet to them afterwards, cleaning and bandaging their wounds with gentle hands, wiping whumpee's tears away with their thumb and telling them that they're a good girl/boy, they did such a good job for master.
they just want love and affection. like a puppy who always returns to its master, tail wagging happily, no matter how many times it's kicked or shouted at.
and in the event of whumpee being rescued, they're... honestly so permissive and docile it kinda freaks caretaker out at first.
caretaker was fully equipped to handle someone terrified, or potentially violent, but whumpee is just... calm. they even seemed reluctant to be taken from wherever whumper kept them, but they still went along all the same. their skin was marred with all kinds of horrible scars and bruises, but they still leaned happily into anyone's touch, their eyes full of love and trust for someone they might have just met moments ago.
it leaves caretaker conflicted. whumpee has seen unimaginable trauma, this behavior is surely a result of that, they can't possibly be in their right mind... but caretaker can't help but wonder if they should even bother trying to 'fix' them. whumpee seems perfectly happy this way, and it'd be a lot of slow, painful work to try and make them into a person again.
caretaker would never dream of hurting whumpee. so... is it really so bad to just let them keep living this way? just as caretaker's pet instead?
#whump#whump prompts#pet whump#stockholm syndrome#caretaker new master#morally dubious caretaker#potentially carewhumper but in a sort of unintentional way#mine
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can I request what you think your previous prompt about the thralled whumpee and whumper would be like in day to day life? definitely picking up Lima syndrome vibes. i’d even wager a bet and say that whumper probably dresses whumpee in beautiful expensive clothes, and finds it adorable how spacey and easily entertained they are. the whumper does care deeply for them in a messed up kind of way afterall.
WOHEO Masterlist
Of course!! I’m glad so many people liked that first one!!
cw: vampire whumper, human whumpee, intimate whumper, hypnosis, pet whump
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“Oh my goodness!” A delighted gasp rang out, prior to a shrill squeal. “This one is most definitely my favorite! You just look your absolute cutest!” The vampire exclaimed joyously, captivated by the sight in front of them.
They took a step back, admiring their handiwork with love stricken eyes and a giddy smile. Biting their lip excitedly, they curled their hands together. “My delicious little thing.” They cooed.
The vampire pinched the human’s pudgy cheeks, mushing his face between fingers like putty. Malak barely even recognized the touch, his head too much of a sticky pool of pleasure. The only sensation his body registered was the far too bright flash of a camera in his face.
Adrastus had left on a shopping spree that evening, returning to the mansion with an unimaginable amount of frilly, extravagant gowns for their pet. For what could’ve been hours, they had been adorning Malak with each outfit, and obsessing over his appearance.
With each new article, Adrastus made it a point to flash as many pictures for their endless collection as possible, determined to capture the moment.
They allowed their camera to settle around their neck, instead using two hands to lift Malak by the armpits. The human’s head lolled as his limp body was hauled from the comfort of the padded arm chair, a slight groan escaping his lips from the harsh movement.
The weight of Malak’s sluggish, large figure was no issue for the strength of a vampire, especially one as powerful as Adrastus, even if they appeared skinny and frail.
“Oh, forgive me, darling. I just need a better look at my precious little pumpkin.” For a moment, they simply studied Malak with doting eyes, before resting the drowsy man against their bony shoulder. One hand lie on his back, as to prevent them from slipping to the floor, while the other sifted through his freshly cut hair.
After a period of tenderly holding the large man, Adrastus gently lay him down on their plush bed. Malak sank into the rich fabric, leaning into the satisfying tickle of a blanket against his skin.
“So docile tonight, aren’t you? So dozy.” Towering over Malak, they contently grinned down at the man. “I have just the gift for you.”
In the blink of an eye they disappeared from the thrall’s vision, only to return a moment later with a small contraption in hand.
“I just had to get this for you. I knew your empty little head would just adore it.” Adrastus flopped onto their stomach, adjacent to Malak, after placing the object between them. After a short second, dull light cascaded over the dimly lit room, carefully transitioning from color to color.
They watched in charmed fascination as Malak shifted their head to gaze over the ceiling with foggy eyes. He ogled in cloudy allure at the patterns projected above him, a distant smile forming on his lips.
Adrastus sighed pleasantly. The two rested in individual serenity, the sound of silence filling the atmosphere.
In a daze of mindless enchantment, Malak drifted into the delicate graze of fingers on his neck. Distantly, he recognized the sensation of limbs intertwining with his own.
“Look at all those pretty lights, darling. The way they twist and turn over each other, so captivating.” They whispered into his ear, curling into the warmth of their thrall’s body. “Absolutely beautiful, aren’t they? Just utterly engrossing, filling up the space inside your head.”
Malak felt himself getting caught in the swirling glow above him. “So riveting, so enthralling, that all else just melts away. Master will keep you safe as you lose yourself in the sight.” The rippling visuals blossomed a blissful warmth in his chest, seeping into his frame.
Hot breath beat against the skin of his neck, forcing him to subconsciously crane his neck to open the space.
Even under such a heavy spell, he couldn’t help but expell a strained mewl over the pierce of two aching pricks in the tender flesh of his neck.
Soon though, the wash of overwhelming pleasure was far too strong to mull over it for more than an instant.
As the blood drained from Malak’s system, it was almost as if his mind drained as well. His head throbbed slightly, and soon the pull of unconsciousness krept upon him. Before his head became too light, sharp fangs released from his flesh, replaced by supple kisses to the puncture.
“My apologies, sweetie pie.” Adrastus cupped his face, forcing him to break from his trance and meet eyes with the vampire. “I lost control of myself a bit, there. You’re just too cute to resist the calling of an extra meal.”
#My writing#asks :)#whump#whumpblr#pet whump#mind control whump#hypnosis whump#whump writing#vampire whump#vampire#vampire whumper#Non-human whumper#Malak oc#Adrastus oc#we only have each other
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Whumper doing stereotypical Caretaker things to Whumpee. Shushing them gently, carding a hand through their hair, bandaging them up, tucking them in, brushing their hair, checking their forehead for a fever, feeding them, carrying them bridal style, giving them pet names, bringing them little gifts, just- the possibilities are endless.
#carewhumper#whumper#whumper turned caretaker#writeblr#whumpblr#whumplr#whump#hurt/comfort#whump community
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tw addiction whump, alcohol, past trauma, pet whump, rocky recovery, flashbacks, emeto, paranoia, self-blame, self-deprecation, dehumanisation
Once Whumpee had gotten out and was allowed to make their own decisions again, they decided it would be prudent to make as many bad ones in as short a time frame as humanly possible. Their first trip out of the hospital had brought them straight to the liquor store, and they bought as much alcohol as their court settlement could pay for. They wanted nothing but to forget. Forget the trial, forget their captivity, forget…
Sit pretty for me. There you go, good boy. Aren’t you a good little pet?
They swallowed and threw the money on the counter, then grabbed their beverages and left without a word. They didn’t give the cashier enough time to recognise them from the news.
The bottles kept clinking together quite obnoxiously as Whumpee struggled to bring all of them up the stairs to their apartment. They clinked even more as they tried to put them down one by one without breaking any so they could fish their key out of their pocket. They groaned when they realised they would have to repeat the whole thing again; pick up the bottles one by one, bring them inside, push the door closed with their hip, put them down one by one, lock the door.
They stared at the collection of all the different beverages they had laid out in front of them. Vodka, gin, whiskey, whatever they could find on the shelves, they’d bought. They had no idea what they liked. They doubted they liked any of it.
Whumpee glanced towards the window, shame immediately rising in their chest. What if someone saw them? Would the people judge them? Would the knowledge of their trauma make it worse in their mind or better? Would they accept them as just another failure of society, someone who had been too weak to handle the hand life had dealt them? Or would they scream and shout about the unfairness, the fact that someone as useless as them had been given such a large sum of money, only so they could blow it on substances?
They stepped up to the window and hastily closed the blinds. Nobody would see them like this. Not now, not ever.
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Whumpee’s resolution to avoid others whenever they were wasted had crumbled in the first few days, because they’d thought it appropriate to go out and try to make friends. They had been so desperately lonely.
They’d woken up one day on a public bench, being watched over by a stranger. They had excused themself and rushed home, drowning out the memory with more alcohol right after having thrown up the last of the previous day’s shots.
But it seemed like their drunk mind wanted nothing but the tentative familiarity of that chance meeting to be repeated over and over again, because they found themself back on the bench every other day. Caretaker — as the stranger had introduced themself — was always kind to them, and always made sure no one else bothered them on their leisurely strolls. They were… different, odd, but a safe kind of odd, the kind of odd Whumpee felt comfortable inviting into their depressing little apartment after just a week of knowing them.
One week? Two weeks? Whumpee couldn’t remember. It hadn’t been a long time, probably, because their first supply of alcohol was still going strong.
“I don’t think I should,” Caretaker said awkwardly. “I mean… Are you sure you want me there?”
“Yeah… yeah, I… I don’t have anyone else, really…” they slurred, blissfully unaware of how much of a target they were putting on their back. It was nothing but luck that Caretaker didn’t jump on the opportunity to burgle the victim of one of the most famous legal cases, who, as everyone seemed to be aware of, was sitting on a pile of cash.
“Don’t say that,” they said quietly, and Whumpee instinctively assumed it was out of pity.
“Why? It’s true. Everyone knows, ‘cuz I walk around here every single fucking day, and I’m always fucking alone.” They gave Caretaker a lazy grin. “Not right now, I guess, but it’s not like you’re constantly with me, huh? And eeeeveryone hates me for it, they want me fucking gone, they want me off the public property, and away from their children, and they look at me like I’m no different than the pile of fucking trash they leave out every Tuesday!”
“Alright, alright, but don’t fucking tell everyone that you’re constantly alone. At least lie about it.”
That made Whumpee stop in their tracks, their dumb smile faltering a little. “Huh?”
“There are bad people in this world, Whumpee. You should know that better than anyone. Just lie and say you’re going to a friend’s place, or going back home to your family. No need to make it known that you’re easy pickings.”
Whumpee stared at them blankly, trying to process the words. “Huh…?” Was Caretaker… not saying it as a means to comfort them?
“I’ll explain one more time once we get to your place, if you still wanna bring me back.”
Of course they did. They wanted it more now than ever.
-
“Pet me?” Whumpee asked abruptly.
“What? Like a dog?”
Whumpee tensed. Even in their drunken haze, the comparison sent them back to the place they’d so painstakingly escaped. “I… guess so.”
Caretaker seemed to notice the change in atmosphere too, and they put two and two together. “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just surprised—”
“It doesn’t matter.” They pushed their head against Caretaker’s thigh. Admittedly, the alcohol made it easier to forget, even if not to forgive. “Pet me?”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“I’m asking you.”
Caretaker hesitantly lifted a hand and placed it on top of Whumpee’s head. They carefully carded their fingers through the soft hair, gently scratching their scalp as they went. Whumpee had the feeling Caretaker was being overly cautious, so they nuzzled against their hand as a way of encouragement.
“It’s okay if you think of me as a dog,” Whumpee said before they could stop themself. It wasn’t okay, but they didn’t want Caretaker to hold back on the headpats just because they thought it might trigger something in them. Even if it might.
“It’s not,” they said anyway. “I’d never think of you as a dog.”
Whumpee huffed. “Maybe it’d make everything easier, honestly. You wouldn’t fault a dog for being useless. You’d just coo at it endlessly, everyone would. ‘Aww, look at that adorable, useless dog. Who cares what it can do for me? All it has to do is lie there and be adorable.’”
“Do you think of yourself as a dog?” Caretaker asked softly.
“I sank lower than a dog ages ago, I think. I’d have to work really hard to get back up there. I’m more like… a roly poly.”
Caretaker petted them mutely for a while, repeating the pleasant motions and slowly lulling Whumpee to sleep. “I like roly polies,” they murmured before Whumpee could’ve fully drifted off. “And I like dogs too. But…” Their petting stopped, and they let out a heavy sigh. “I like you so much more and so differently than any animal.”
-
“You’re gonna die of alcohol poisoning one day, you know.”
“I’m gonna die of withdrawal…” Whumpee made a half-hearted attempt to get the bottle from Caretaker, but they held it up and out of their reach. “You know you can’t keep it from me if you want me alive…”
“Oh, I can. We’re gonna work on it, bit by bit. And right now, you’re not getting any.”
“Are you a doctor?”
“Nope.”
“You’re gonna kill me.”
Caretaker rolled their eyes. “I know what I’m doing.”
Whumpee rolled over onto their back, trying to ignore the nausea. The ceiling was swirling and morphing, and they had no desire to ever see it come to a stop again. “I’d rather get alcohol poisoning than die of withdrawal, I think. I don’t know how either of them are, but I know I don’t want to be sober.”
“Hopefully, you won’t ever know how either of them are.”
Whumpee scoffed. “I didn’t want to know what being a human pet was like, and here we are. Not only do I know, but thanks to the fucking trials, everyone else knows too.”
“That doesn’t mean everything you don’t want happening to you will suddenly happen. You don’t have to run head first into a wall just because you feel like it’s coming at you and you want to strike first. Walls don’t usually move. Not when you’re sober.”
“Huh?”
Caretaker sat down on the sofa next to them, gently rubbing their arm. “I think you deserve a better life, Whumpee. Even if you don’t want any.”
“I don’t—” The nausea suddenly became unbearable, and they pushed themself off the couch to stumble into the bathroom. They didn’t reach the toilet.
They had no idea what they’d meant to say before the accident. No one would ever know.
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I love when a Whumper has been so inconsistent with their actions during Whumpee's captivity.
Some times they were really aggressive and punished them for any mistake without reason and then they were kind for no reason.
The soft treatment they gave Whumpee, the kindness to take care of Whumpee, calling them pet names and treating their wounds after a hard punishment.
Or.
When they offer kindness without limits, they give Whumpee treats and kind words, sometimes they even gave gifts just because they felt like it.
But right after that they spit hurtful words at Whumpee. They humiliated them because, they just accepted kindness from their captor? Don't they have any self esteem?
So when Whumpee is rescued, they don't know what to do, because Caretaker is kind and worries about their well being, but what if that's just a trap? A sick joke, just like the ones back at Whumper's? Or what if kindness has a price? What if Caretaker is just making sure they owe them enough for the punishment they are going to perform? What if...?
Whumpee doesn't get to relax, scared of Caretaker's actions and the possible outcome if they ever get used to that kindness.
No, they have to be ready for whatever Caretaker might have planned for them.
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