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suspensefulpen · 4 months

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Whumpcember Day 21: Choking

TW: Choking, Bad Caretaker

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Whumpee flinched and whimpered in pain as Caretaker cleaned the fresh open wounds across their body. “Caretaker, I—”

“No. I don’t want to hear it.” She frowned. She wiped the last wound and discarded the cotton ball in the small bin next to her. She grabbed a new cotton ball and put ointment over it as she shook her head. “I’m sick of hearing it.”

“Caretaker, I swear—”

“Just stop it Whumpee. Your lies and excuses aren’t doing anything.” She glared at them and began rubbing the ointment over their wounds. “You’re hurting yourself and you’re trying to say Whumper is hurting you. And I know he’s not. When will you ever stop lying? Whumper would never hurt anyone.”

“But—”

“Enough.” Caretaker stopped applying the ointment and stood from her spot in front of the sofa. Seeing the pure fury in her eyes made Whumpee shrink back into the cushions of the seat. “Enough with the excuses Whumpee. No matter how much you try to twist it and say he’s hurting you, I’m not going to believe you. So stop lying and trying to make me stop being with Whumper because it’s not going to happen.”

Tears filled Whumpee’s eyes as Caretaker picked up all of the medical supplies and the small bin. They watched nervously as she left the room, almost stomping. Caretaker had never been this angry with them before. She didn’t even bother leaving any bandages. What if she eventually kicked them out? Then what? What if they ended up dying at the hands of her beloved Whumper? Would she believe them then? Would she ever believe them? What if she started to hate Whumpee?

“What a shame.”

They raised their gaze and found Whumper leaning against the doorway. He seemed completely relaxed, his hands in his pockets and even a small smile on his face.

“Seven months ago, I thought you and Caretaker were like this.” He crossed his middle finger over his pointer finger. “But now, you’ve completely lost her trust. You’re lying to her, you’re hurting yourself, you’re doing everything you can to get rid of me. And yet, you’re failing miserably.”

“I’m not lying and we both know that.” Whumpee frowned.

“You are lying. You know you are.” Whumper stepped forward. Whumpee began scooting backwards, hoping they’d go through the sofa so they could turn and run away. They quickly realized this wasn’t going to happen when Whumper crouched down in the same spot Caretaker had just been in. He lowered his voice, his eerie smile still present. “You know, Caretaker told me she felt like you didn’t want her to be happy. So you’re doing everything you can to get me out of the picture. And she’s seeing right through it.”

Whumpee’s tears began to flow down their cheeks. Caretaker really felt like that? She felt like Whumpee didn’t want her to be happy? She genuinely believed that? How could Whumpee do such a thing? Wait…but it wasn’t their fault. They aren’t the ones inflicting the wounds onto themself. It was Whumper.

Whumpee frowned in spite of their tears. “You’re lying! She didn’t say that!”

“Am I? Would you like evidence for proof that I’m not?” Whumper reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. He scrolled through it for a moment before showing Whumpee a video.

Caretaker and Whumper were in the kitchen. Their backs were turned to the camera as they stood at the marble island.

“I just feel like…they don’t want me to be with you. Like they hate you. Or…they just don’t want me to be happy with you.” Caretaker’s voice cracked. “And they know how hard everything has been for me lately… It’s like they want me to revolve everything around them…”

Whumper stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her as she began to sob into his chest. “It’s okay. They’re probably just jealous. But I understand, you feel like it’s hard to get away from the pain and they’re not making it any better. Healing takes a while, and they might not understand that, but I do. I’ll always be here when you need me.”

“Thank you Whumper…” She sniffed.

Whumpee sat frozen as many emotions filled their mind. Shock, guilt, sadness. How could they do such a thing? How could they make Caretaker feel like they didn’t want her to be happy?

“That wasn’t even the full conversation.”

“There’s more?!” Whumpee asked, horrified.

“Of course there’s more. There’s always more.” Whumper smirked. “Not to mention, this was months ago.”

“Months?!”

“Months of you continuously making the one person you had left think you don’t want good things for them. I’ve warned you once Whumpee, don’t let me have to warn you again.” He leaned close to their ear, lowering his voice to a whisper. “You keep this up and I just might have you disappear one day. Even Caretaker won’t bother to look for you. I’ll make sure she’s angry with you so she’ll stop caring and eventually put you out. By that point, she won’t give you a second thought. And Caretaker will be mine and mine only.”

Whumper took Whumpee’s hands and wrapped them around their throat, stopping any oxygen from flowing into their lungs. Whumpee began squirming to remove their hands. But with Whumper holding them down so tightly, they couldn’t move at all. They did everything they could to get even the slightest bit of oxygen but they couldn’t. They were uselessly gasping for air. The more they struggled, the weaker they felt. They began to see black spots at the edges of their vision as Whumper began whispering again.

“Stay the hell out of my way.”

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jordanstrophe · 1 year

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“You know what I want.” Whumper monologued, circling caretaker bound to a chair.

“Then you know I won’t give it to you.” Caretaker snapped back.

“Yes yes, we’re all aware.” Whumper waved, shoving a door open and grabbing something from inside. “So let's see if they will change your mind.” They pulled whumpee out by their coat collar. They were gagged and blindfolded as whumper let them drop to the ground without hands for support. Caretaker bit back a whimper shock and quickly turned angry.

"How did you find them?!" They cried.

"That doesn't matter." Whumper sighed, giving them a light kick as whumpee flinched.

"-What matters is, I have them."

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 7 months

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there are a few effective ways in which whumper can torture caretaker in my opinion.

they can do so by restraining caretaker, rendering caretaker immobile and helpless, as they kill or hurt whumpee in front of caretaker. they can tie caretaker to a chair and play a video record of them killing whumpee for caretaker to watch on repeat.

or…

whumper can manipulate / brainwash whumpee into joining their side. because what’s a better way to break caretaker than by turning their precious whumpee against them?

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whumpers-inc · 1 year

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“I thought you’d want to hear how he died.”

“I don’t.”

“He cried out for you in the end. Blood streaming down his face, shaking and bruised, and he cried your name like a small child. So alone, so desperate, so needy.” Caretaker’s horrified realisation brought a cold-hearted laugh from Whumper.

“But you didn’t come did you? No knight in armour, no rescue and the poor prince died, bloodied beaten and completely alone.” They tilted their head at Caretaker, cruel mockery in their smirk. “Not much of a fairy tale, is it?”

#implied death #whump idea #whump tropes #whump scene #whump scenario #whump prompt #whumper #caretaker #whumper x caretaker

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abhainnwhump · 9 months

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Caretaker is having a party. One of the people they invite is Whumper, who wanted to bring their "partner", Whumpee. Caretaker had no problem with it. They trusted Whumper.

When the time comes, everything is going great. That is, until they started paying attention to Whumper and Whumpee in the corner. Whumpee keeps their head down, refuses to eat or drink anything, and seems scared to sit. Whumper is also . . . oddly aggressive with them.

Caretaker brings Whumpee into private and asks them if something is going on. Whumpee breaks into tears and explains they've been kidnapped and abused by Whumper'. Caretaker gasps, filled with horror and disgust.

Now they have to decide between helping a torture victim or helping their friend.

#whump #whump prompt #whump writing #whumpblr #whump tropes #creepy whumper #whumper x caretaker #stranger caretaker #scared whumpee #abused whumpee #kidnapping whump

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redd956 · 2 years

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Whump Dialogue: Injury

Whumpee:

“It’s not that bad right? Right...”

“I guess they got me this time.”

“I-I don’t wan-want t-to go back to the-the hospital”

“I warned you it was bad.”

“It...hurts...”

Caretaker:

“Hold still-”

“Bite down on this.”

“You didn’t say it was this bad?!”

Very quietly, “Fuck”

“I got exactly what you said you needed.”

Whumper: “Oh? Are you crying over this little cut?”

“Shut it!”

“You did nicely this time.”

“This...isn’t my work...”

“Just look at you...”

Secondary Whumpee:

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“That attack/hit/etc was meant for me”

“Stay put. I’mma get caretaker/medic.”

“There’s not enough time to get caretaker/medic.”

“I’m sorry...”

#whump #whump ideas #whump dialogue #whump prompt #whump prompts #whumpee #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker #comfort your whumpees please!#whumper x caretaker #whump stuff #whump tropes #whumpblr #whumper x whumpee

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2ndplanetnights · 1 year

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Tw: Whump, blood, public whump, collared whumpee.

Whumper was having a masquerade ball, one fit for someone who lived in a manor like this. The dark greens mixed with wooden accents and metal sconces, the dark velvet curtains and tiled floors. It's no surprise they called Whumper a vampire, between their love for extravagant things, elegant parties and victorian glamour. Or maybe it was the way they could charm anyone who looked into their eyes, if they didn't know any better Whumpee would agree with the whispered rumors.

They stood next to Whumper up on the balcony that over looked the large opulently decorated entry hall. They looked less like their date and more like a staff, however, with their suit that was just a little too tight. Perhaps the collar that they wore with their name inscribed on it added to the look. Whumpers hand sliding behind them and tugging them closer, however, stated the exact opposite.

Their voice stung against their ears in a hiss to Whumpee and they warned one more time "Make me look bad and the punishment will have you wishing I cut out your tongue"

Whumpee had no time to respond before Whumper looked to some of their staff, and the lights of the room dimmed and the music came to a stop. In confusion the room went silent enough to hear a pin drop, scarily so. The unearthly voice was quick to rip the moment away though "Welcome Everyone! To my first party of the winter season, I'm so happy you all could make it," their grip tightened so harshly it was painful. "I know it's odd to hold a masquerade these days, but I figured it would be quite the experience to start off this cold winter. With that being said" their voice became darker.

"Enjoy the festivities!" The look in their eyes seemed crazed like this was so exciting for them. The hand that wasn't attached to Whumpee layed on the banister as they leaned over looking down on the people like they were ants.

"Come on now, we have some talking to do" They said finally letting go of Whumpees side, which they could feel was bruising already. Starting down the stairs as the pianist started up once again, Whumpee made sure to walk right next to Whumper like they were told to hours ago.

Almost a whole hour of Whumper talking to random people, it was all the same. They would meet someone introduce Whumpee as their date and any time the other person would compliment them Whumpers nails would dig deeper into their hand. Eventually this had their hand dripping blood, and despite the pain they refused to flinch or whimper. That's what the other wanted, to watch them fail to hold it together then torture them for doing so.

Then their eyes landed on someone. They knew if cought staring at someone else they would be in much danger, but it wasn't just anyone. There in an extravagant outfit was Caretaker, even with a masquerade mask they could tell it was them.

Their heart fluttered for half a moment, but that was cut short as it seemed someone else recognized them too. Whumper was dragging Whumpee out of the room in a rush, people on the way asking what the matter was. Whumper was quick to answer throwing on the charm and telling a lie.

This night was not going as planned for either of them.

#whumper #whumper x whumpee #whump community #whumplr #whump senario #whump snippet #writing #fiction #whump tropes #whump prompt #whumpee #masquerade ball #whumper x caretaker #whumpee x caretaker #yandere #collared whumpee #public whump #Charming whumper

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a-whumped-tea · 2 years

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"How could you hurt them?!" Caretaker questions angrily. They gently hold an unconscious Whumper in their arms while glaring at the person across the room.

"I-I didn't-" Whumpee starts, letting their words die in their throat as they sink to their knees.

#bad caretaker #whump writing #whumpee #whump community #whump scenario #whump #whump prompt #whump ideas #whumper #whumblr #a whumped tea #caretaker x whumper #caretaker #caretaker whump #whump prompts #whump scenarios #whumper x caretaker

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a-crumb-of-whump · 2 years

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Content: Death, creepy whumper.

"You killed them," Caretaker sobbed as they cradled Whumpee's lifeless body close to their chest. Their arms trembled, pale fingers carding through Whumpee's soft hair one last time as they said grieved. "You killed them!"

"I'm sorry," Whumper murmured. They slowly crouched down alongside Caretaker and rested a hand on their shoulder, giving it a squeeze as they secretly admired the work they'd done on Whumpee's body. "I had to. It was the only way you and I could be together."

"Wh-what?"

Whumper gave a small, emotionless smile. "It was you I wanted, Caretaker. It always has been. I only took them because I knew it would get your attention-" They leaned down to take Caretaker's hand into their own, ignoring the way their heart ached when they yanked it away again out of sheer disgust and hatred. "-and now, we get to be together. Just you and I..."

"Doesn't that sound like fun?"

#whump #whump stuff #whump thoughts #whump prompts #whump drabble #whump scenarios #whump writing #whump things #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #whumper x caretaker #caretaker x whumper #whump tropes #whumpy thoughts

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fanatichistory · 9 months

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Scene Prompt 19 pt 4

This one is a long one o.o my apologies! This story is morphing on me but I have to say I am not upset lol.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

CW: betrayal feels, start of some medical whump, multiple whumpees (Teammate One and Two as well as Whumpee)

Teammate One got up and stretched from the chair. Whumpee still had not awakened but according to Dr. Nova that was to be expected due to their injuries.

Dr. Nova stood at the foot of the bed holding Whumpee's clipboard and scratching notes as Teammate One took him in.

He was rather tall, with sandy brown hair, glasses he would occasionally push up the bridge of his nose and dark blue, almost dull, eyes.

He certainly seemed like someone of importance but Teammate One didn't get the chance to ponder much more as Teammate Two burst through the door with their weapon drawn.

Sounds of gunfire down the hall sounded and alerted the room into motion.

Teammate One drew their own weapon and took up position with Teammate Two by the door.

"Honestly now..." Dr. Nova muttered in annoyance as they put the clipboard back into place and went to Whumpee's bedside with their arms crossed.

Teammate One and Two raised a brow in question at each other before turning back to peer out the hallway, picking off the attacking soldiers one by one as they pressed their way towards them.

These soldiers were once comrades. Friends. Neither Teammate knew what could possess them to turn as they did and attack the base.

The second wave of soldiers, former friends and colleagues, pushed the hallway in force with a smoke bomb to make it harder for them to be picked off.

"Shit." Teammate Two muttered as they knew the exact protocol they were using against them.

"My thoughts exactly!" Teammate One managed to pop a couple off before the soldiers swarmed the doorway and tackled Teammate One and Two to the ground, disarming them.

"Keep them alive." Dr. Nova drolled, garnering the rooms attention.

"We have orders from Whumper to take no prisoners." One said, cocking a gun and holding to Teammate Two's temple.

"These two, along with Whumpee here, are part of my special research team. I can't collect my data if they're dead. I'll talk to Whumper about this...misunderstanding."

Dr. Nova pushed their glasses up and looked each soldier dead in the eyes and continued.

"If you kill my special team, any member, and ruin years of experiments and data, I will hold you all personally responsible."

"Yes, sir."

"Whumpee, sir?"

Dr. Nova sighed as they looked down at the unconscious Whumpee.

"I have my work cut out for me with this one. They will stay with me in the infirmary, I have something that should repair their broken bones and tissues in short order..."

They trailed before drawing themselves up as Teammate One began shouting and struggling.

"Doctor please! What is going on?"

"We trusted you! What are you doing?" Teammate Two added as the soldiers cuffed them both and stood them up on their feet.

"Whumper has his own plans for the base but is gracious enough to allow me to continue my work."

Dr. Nova explained as they checked Whumpee's vitals.

"What work?"

" I'm manufacturing a line of medicine to help treat all kinds of injuries and traumas that soldiers face in their line of work. Whumper may have gotten a little carried away with the number of broken bones I asked for but Whumpee will suffice just fine all the same for the first round of testing."

"You can't! That's wrong on so many levels-" Teammate One gasped, appalled by their once trusted primary doctor.

"-not to mention illegal!" Teammate Two added when they broke off.

Dr. Nova shook his head and stepped around the bed.

"I think we've had enough talk now. Take them to their cells. Once Whumper has what they need, I'll need to talk with them and give them my report if you would be so kind as to pass that along."

His tone held no room for argument or further comment. The soldiers dragged out Teammate One and Two and headed for the holding cells.

The base was in disarray down each hallway they looked, smoke clogging the air. The gunfire had stopped as well, bodies laying in heaps here and there as the soldiers began to clean up.

The base was officially taken over, and it had only been a matter of minutes.

Teammate One anxiously glanced over at Teammate Two who shared the same worry on their face.

How long had this been planned?

The courtyard was lying pristine and untouched, looking the same as it ever did as they were marched across it and entered the building containing the holding cells.

"Think they each get their own cell?" One soldier asked the other.

"Of course. Who knows what Whumper and the squint got lined up, and it's not like we took anyone else alive so we got the room"

Teammate Two growled and tried to shake off the soldiers holding them as the cells came into view.

"Easy now, here's your new home."

As soon as the cuffs were taken off them, Teammate Two began to struggle and fight, leading to them getting literally thrown into the holding cells.

Teammate One didn't get the chance. As soon as the cuffs came off them in front of their own cell, they were kicked inside and ended up sprawling on the ground from the loss of balance.

The soldiers continued their idle chatter on the way out, the door slamming shut and leaving them to stare at each between the bars as dread set in.

"You guys alright?" A voice rasped from the cell across from theirs.

"Team Leader?" Teammate Two sat up straighter and leaned close to the bars as they tried to get a good look at the figure who struggled into a sitting position.

"Holy shit! What happened to your eye?!" Teammate One gasped as they were the first to get a visual on Team Leader.

"Whumper...took it. Needed it for the...retinal scan." Team Leader rasped as they took in their comrades state with their good eye. Thankful they didn't appear injured.

"What retinal scan? Do you know what's going on?" Teammate Two questioned.

"They needed it to get into the Commander's office...and the Commander's Room."

Teammate One frowned as they processed this.

"Did you know Dr. Nova was using us for experiments?"

Silence met their question.

"Answer Teammate One, Team Leader."

"Not at first. I was told the vitamins, the pills... They were to keep us healthy. To improve...our performance."

Teammate Two took two steps back as Teammate One went white.

"You! You had no right to make that decision for us!"

"Oh good, the beans are spilled." Whumper stepped into view. They had quietly entered the holding cells with a triumphant smile on their face.

"I take it you have what you want now?" Team Leader spat.

"I do. But I have to do a favor for a colleague. Dr. Nova is requesting a patient to play with until Whumpee regains consciousness."

They stopped in front of Teammate One's cell.

"Hmm....you've always been the obediently shy one who never fails to follow an order, and he needs a talker. How about we play with you?"

Teammate One stood up straight as Whumper raised a small dart gun and fired a shot into their shoulder.

Teammate One ripped out the dart as quickly as possible but the contents were already empty and spreading through their bloodstream like wildfire.

Whumper turned to the security camera, shrugged, and fired a second shot at Teammate One when they apparently didn't make enough noise for their liking.

They dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, writhing in agony as their screams were shrill enough to peel the white paint off the concrete.

"What did you do?! Make it stop!!" Teammate Two pleaded, reaching through the bars to hold their hand only to have them cry out harder, forcing them to let go and stare helplessly.

"So, Dr. Nova came up with this little beauty awhile back to help further interrogations along etc etc, only now the enemy has formulated their own blend. The one I just shot Teammate One with."

Whumper beeped on the radio and two soldiers came in with a gurney.

"Now Dr. Nova needs someone who has the serum in their system so that samples can be collected, data this and that, yada yada really."

The soldiers struggled a bit with a screaming Teammate One but managed to restrain them on the gurney with various straps to hold them in place despite the thrashing about.

"Whumper, you don't have to do this..." Team Leader leaned heavily on the bars, the pain from losing their eye still hurt like no other and they were doing their best to keep their mind off it and focus on the state of their team as Teammate One was wheeled out.

Whumper turned back to them and scoffed. "You know exactly why I am doing this. You sign the dotted line, Team Leader, you and your teammates are the property of Command Forces."

"I thought I was signing us up for health insurance! We needed the benefits, the pay wasn't enough to pay to Infirmary and the bills when off duty. It was supposed to be a benefit!!!" Team Leader shouted incredulously as Teammate Two stared angrily and hopelessly at the same time at them.

"Yes, a benefit for Command's Research Division. As stated in the contract, you will have top tier medical care with Dr. Nova as your primary and overseer. The previous Commander had some qualms about this, which are over now, but I assure you I have all your best interests at heart as the new Commander moving forward."

Without adding anything more, Whumper simply left. The door slamming shut behind them with a note of finality.

"...I hate you." Teammate Two said quietly, sinking onto the cot in their cell as they dropped their head into their hands.

#whump scenario #scene prompt #whump prompt #whump writing #whump scenes #betrayal #medical whump #whumper x caretaker #team dynamics #multiple whumpees

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suspensefulpen · 2 months

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Mine & Mine Only

TW: Stockholm Syndrome, Bad Caretaker, Discussions of Torture, Manipulation

Since I didn't do Febuwhump, I decided to write a special for Valentines Day for the amazing Whump Community. A very strange story for a very strange holiday. An insanely mad happy Valentines Day from me to all of you <3

Whumpee frowned in disgust at the calendar. February 14, Valentine’s Day. Ugh, they hated the very thought of it. Sometimes, they hated the month in general. This was the day Whumper so tirelessly prepared for, just for Caretaker. This was the day Whumpee suddenly didn’t exist anymore. This was the day Whumpee realized how much they actually hate Caretaker.

Ever since she came around, Whumper paid less and less attention to them. That was unless Caretaker gave them attention, Whumper would at the very least acknowledge them. But it wasn’t long before she stopped giving them attention too. Whumpee became irrelevant, almost like they were a ghost casually hanging around the house. No, they weren’t a ghost. They were sure the couple would be more likely to acknowledge them if they were.

It felt as if they were indirectly saying Whumpee didn’t matter anymore.

No, they were sure it was directly. Whumper used to leave them little gifts on Valentine’s Day as a reward. He even did it for other holidays. Whumpee hadn’t seen a gift with a name even remotely close to theirs written on it in six months. This was no mistake. This was a message. Even if Whumper gave them half baked apologies for forgetting about them, they still haven’t gotten a gift since. And it was all because of Caretaker.

Whumpee scoffed and walked away. Whatever. They were going to just ignore everyone else too. For the entirety of tomorrow and maybe even the rest of the month. They didn’t acknowledge Whumpee, so why should they acknowledge them?

“What’s wrong Darling?”

Whumpee instantly brightened when they heard Whumper’s voice behind them. They turned around only to find Whumper wasn’t even looking at them. He was on the phone, presumably talking to Caretaker.

“Are you sure? You sound upset.”

Whumpee grimaced as Whumper walked by them without glancing over. They stomped out of the kitchen with a huff to finish the rest of their chores.

When they got the mail, a package was placed on the porch. Curious, they picked up the box and shook it lightly. Whatever was inside had some weight to it and was sealed tight enough not to move around. It was addressed to Whumper, maybe they should ask what it is. Opening the mailbox, they shrieked when a large bouquet of roses popped out. They knew exactly who those were for.

Would Whumper get angry with them if they threw the flowers out? Who were they kidding, of course he would. He’d probably yell at them and beat them and…

Wait… If they threw the flowers away, they’d get yelled at by Whumper! And if they got yelled at, they’d get attention! Yes! That was a perfect idea!

Whumpee paused again. No, that wasn’t a good idea. How long would it be until he noticed the flowers were gone? Hours maybe? No. Whumpee didn’t want to wait that long. They wanted attention now.

They marched back into the house with the mail, making their way to Whumper’s office, holding their head high. He briefly acknowledged them when he pointed to the empty space on his desk. Without a second thought, Whumpee dropped the box on his desk. Whumper’s gaze instantly snapped away from the computer screen.

“Whumpee! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“What… What do you mean sir?” They asked dumbfoundedly.

“The box clearly says fragile. Why the hell would you drop it on my desk like that?”

It did? Whumpee glanced down at the box, now noting the red stamp. When did that get there? They didn’t respond, staring silently at Whumper. He stood from his chair, his hand connecting with Whumpee’s cheek in a swift motion. They were sure their face was bright red now. But that didn’t matter. They got attention! They kept their head turned, hiding their smile. It was quick to dissolve when they were thrown against the wall, the same hand going around their neck.

“Don’t start acting up because it’s almost Valentine’s Day Whumpee. You forget, I can still put you in your place. Just because I’m not paying attention to you doesn’t mean I won’t do it. I’ll put you back in the basement and leave you down there to starve. Is that what you want?”

What?! No! That’s not what they wanted! Whumpee rapidly shook their head, wheezing out their words. “No sir!”

“Then you better start acting like it.”

When Whumper let go of them, Whumpee almost felt sad at the loss of contact. The warmth from Whumper’s hand was gone and they wanted it back.

“Whumpee get out of my office. Now.”

They quickly scampered away.

Whumpee watched as Caretaker “helped” them tidy up. It felt more like she was trying to be in the way. She already was in every aspect of Whumpee’s life. She was just there. Taking up space. Existing. They frowned and glanced at the glass vase next to them. An idea instantly formed in their head.

They swiped at it, knocking it to the floor. The shattering sound almost made them feel satisfied. They needed that to happen to Caretaker and her relationship with Whumper. They wanted to see it up close and in person, falling at their feet just like the glass.

They picked up a shard, allowing it to pierce their hand. They dropped it and screamed in pain as Caretaker rushed over.

“Whumpee, what happened?” She gasped when she saw the blood.

“I don’t know! I’m sorry! It’s all my fault!” Whumpee cried, forced tears rolling freely.

“I’m sure it was an honest mistake. Step this way so I can clean that cut.” She ushered Whumpee to the couch before leaving to grab medical supplies. Whumper stood in the doorway, glaring at Whumpee. He only shook his head before rolling his eyes and walking away. Whumpee didn’t know what that meant, nor did they like that.

Caretaker came back and began patching up the wound. Whumpee glanced around before lowering their voice. “I hate you.”

Caretaker didn’t react. “The feeling is mutual.”

Whumpee stared at her in shock before frowning. “Clearly not if you care so much.”

She smiled and raised her gaze. “You really think I care about you, Whumpee? You really think you matter to me?” She laughed. “I only do this to make Whumper’s hobby more fun. He gets the satisfaction of breaking you like a brand new toy.”

They narrowed their eyes. “So you’re only here for his sake?”

“Why no, of course not. There’s always more.”

“Well I think you should leave. You have no place here and you don’t deserve Whumper.” Whumpee smirked. “Wait till I tell him how phony you are.”

“Me?!” Caretaker repeated. Her surprise was very obviously fake. She laughed. It quickly turned into a fit of giggles, leaving Whumpee beyond confused. She took a deep breath and smiled again. “You really think that’s going to work? Oh Whumpee, you’re a lot more hopeless and pathetic than I thought.” She leaned forward, lowering her voice. “Listen to me Whumpee, I have your precious Whumper wrapped around my finger. He’ll listen to anything I say, no matter what it is. He’s never going to give you what you want. Even if that is just his attention. You’ll never get it. Because Whumper is mine.”

“Well I had him first. He was mine before he was anybody’s.” Whumpee frowned.

Caretaker giggled again. It weirded them out. Why was she laughing? Whumpee was being serious. It wasn’t meant to be funny.

She exhaled, still smiling. “You really are pathetic, aren’t you? You really think Whumper cares about you? You are nothing but a toy. A plaything. A servant. A maid. That’s all you are and that’s all you’ll ever be. You don’t matter. If something ever were to happen to you, you’d just be replaced by someone else. You’re not as important as you think you are. Just because you were first doesn’t mean anything. You only keep him entertained. These feelings you have for him aren’t being reciprocated. Because he does not care about you.”

“And what makes you think…” Whumpee trailed off, confused when Caretaker grabbed their hands. They watched in silence as she brought them up to her neck. Panic rushed through their body as she used their hands to choke herself. Whumpee did their best to remove their hands. While they hated Caretaker, they wouldn’t hurt her this way.

Caretaker pushed Whumpee away and gasped loudly, standing from the couch. “Whumpee?! What’s wrong with you?!”

“I didn’t—”

Whumper instantly appeared in the doorway, a deep frown on his face. “What happened now?”

“They tried to choke me!” Caretaker cried.

“No I didn’t! She’s lying!”

Whumper grabbed Whumpee’s shirt, almost picking them up from the couch. “I’ve had enough of you lately.”

“Sir, I didn’t do anything! Honest!” Despite all of Whumpee’s earlier attempts at getting attention, this was not the kind of attention they wanted. Whumper looked way angrier than they’d ever seen him.

“No, don’t act like that now. You want my attention, right? Well now you have it.” He let go of Whumpee.

The last thing they saw was Whumper’s fist and the world went dark.

Whumper sat furious, frowning deeply with his hand propping up his head against the arm of the couch. Caretaker who was putting away her new present, noticed the look. She sighed and scooted closer before wrapping her arms around him. “You shouldn’t let them bother you.”

“I’m not. I’m just…pissed. I should force them to fix it.”

Caretaker glanced at the jewelry box she’d gotten. The mirror inside had been shattered, thanks to Whumpee dropping the box. Despite how calm she looked on the outside, she was furious as well. “We can always get another one.”

Whumper didn’t respond, still staring into space. A smile slowly grew on Caretaker’s face as a devious thought came to her. She tried her best not to laugh. That’s a perfect idea…

“I really should drag them back up here and make them fix it. Then strangle them until they’re unconscious, starve them–”

“Actually, I have a better idea…”

Whumper turned his head to meet gazes, his frown briefly faltering. “What’s that?”

“I think you should get a whole new plaything.” He raised a brow but didn’t interrupt. “Clearly, Whumpee has forgotten their training. Why don’t you just start fresh? A clean slate.”

Caretaker grinned widely as she watched the gears begin to turn in his head.

Whumpee perked up when they heard Whumper open the door to the basement. It was obvious that he was still angry with them. His stomping made it evident. Yet, instead of any kind of scold, Whumper began to unchain them.

What was going on? Were they going back upstairs? Did Whumper change his mind about punishing them? What was happening?

Whumper placed handcuffs on their wrists and Whumpee raised a brow. “What’s going on?”

He raised his gaze. “You’re leaving.” He pulled them up and began dragging them to the staircase.

“Leaving?! You’re getting rid of me?!” Whumpee tried their best to break free. Before they could think, they were thrown to the floor. Tears filled their eyes as they looked up at their captor.

“I’ve had enough of you Whumpee. Acting out just because you’re jealous of Caretaker and you want attention. Clearly you’ve forgotten your place in this house. You’re only a servant. A maid. Your job is not to beg for my attention, it’s to do what I asked you. But I see you can’t remember that. So since your memory is getting so bad, I’ll just have to get rid of you.”

Whumpee couldn’t believe the words they were hearing. There was no way Whumper meant anything he was saying. He couldn’t mean it. That wasn’t something he would say. Their gaze shifted to the doorway, catching Caretaker grinning smugly.

They frowned deeply. Of course they weren’t Whumper’s words.

They were hers.

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The interview

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Sam meets Caroline Jones and her pet-class slave Puck (aka Lucan, although Sam doesn't know it yet).

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CWs: slavery, pet whump, non-human whumpee, dehumanisation, humiliation

The impression Sam gets when they open their door is red. Very red. Red dress with white polka dots, red belt, red shoes, red headband over her dark hair, red bag, red nails, red lipstick. Red-dressed pet at her feet.

She looks every inch the polished up-and-coming actress, model and prominent supporter of non-human slavery that she is. They glance down at her pet-class faerie, on his hands and knees in a red shirt and short skirt, red collar contrasting against his rich blue skin and long, white, red-streaked hair. His eyes are cast to the ground, and Sam’s beginning to regret agreeing to this interview already. They force a smile on their face.

“Miss Jones. Please, come in.”

“Just Caroline, thank you. Do you mind if I leave Puck’s lead on the coat rack?”

“Oh. Um... yes, of course.” They don’t think it’s their imagination that Puck’s ears darken at the name. They get the feeling he doesn’t like it overly much, which is understandable – Caroline clearly has a cruel sense of humour. But as much as Sam doesn’t want to call him that, even in their head, they can’t think of anything better. “Sit down in the living room. Would either of you like something to drink? Tea? Wine? Milk?”

“I’ll have some wine, please.”

They head to the kitchen, calling over their shoulder, “and for your pet?”

“Oh, Puck won’t have anything.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, he doesn’t deserve a reward. He’ll have a bottle later.”

Sam brings two glasses of wine into the living room, where Caroline’s taken the armchair, Puck kneeling at her feet. “A... bottle?”

“Mm. Our local supermarket sells these wonderful shakes for slaves that provide all the nutrients Puck needs without me having to cook. It’s fantastic. Would you like recommendations?”

“No,” replies Sam sharply, “I don’t have a pet.”

“Oh?”

“Can we get on with the interview? It’s been a tiring day.” They take a large gulp of wine, grateful for the alcohol. They’ve seen those shakes – flavourless, grey things. They look disgusting.

“Of course, my apologies. I get rather too excited when talking about Puck, everyone says so.”

“I understand. So, what is it you want to ask me about?”

“May I record?”

“Go ahead.”

“Thank you.” She pulls out a small recording device and sets it on the coffee table, pressing a button. “Well, my next project is set in medieval times and I’m playing the Lady of the castle. I was wondering what you could tell me about the life of a woman like that.”

Sam resists the urge to scream. “Well, although I lecture on medieval history my specialism is in the lives of magical beings at that time, not humans, but I’ll tell you what I know. A Lady’s main roles were to manage the castle’s estates while the Lord was away, and to look after household affairs and manage the servants. You know, tell them what needs doing, where to go, things like that. She was also in charge of the castle’s slaves, although non-human slaves were rare then, when non-humans were more respected and before human cities started encroaching majorly on fae land and werewolf territories, to name a couple. It would be more likely human slaves, but you haven’t given me a narrow enough time window to know for certain whether they would’ve even had them.”

“All I was told was medieval. What do you know about the fae of that time? I’d like to find out if I can include Puck in the project somehow. I don’t want to pay expenses for boarding him again, and I can’t leave him at home alone without fearing for the furniture.” She lets out a tinkling laugh and Sam gives a tight-lipped smile. Puck freezes entirely, even stiller than he already was, barely even breathing. “But anyway, they won’t let him on set unless he’s working. And it would be a real shame for him to miss out, wouldn’t it Puck?” He bows his head in apparent agreement, then pushes against her leg affectionately. Sam feels sick.

“I’m afraid the fae generally lived apart from humanity until around the 1400s. Occasionally a village would come into contact with some, but by and large they stayed apart, only properly coming together at times of catastrophe for either species. They were a respected and proud people, sometimes contracted to do important work for humans, and vice versa. Certainly a Lady wouldn’t have kept one as a slave.”

“I see. Not quite what I was hoping for, but it can’t be helped. May I use your toilet before we continue?”

“Of course. Straight down the corridor, on the left.”

She nods, rising. Once the bathroom door shuts behind her Sam grabs a tissue from the box on the coffee table and crouches down in front of Puck to hand it to them, before hesitating. Will he even accept it? They have to try. He’s been crying silently since Sam started talking about faeries being treated with respect.

“Do you want a tissue to wipe your eyes with? You’re crying.” Puck twitches his hands like he wants to take it, but holds himself still. “I’ll wipe them. If... if that’s acceptable?” The slave nods, and Sam gently wipes it under his eyes, brushing away the tears. More form immediately. They feel very awkward, having no idea what to do. They reach forward hesitantly and scratch the top of his head, like they’ve seen people do to unhappy pet-class slaves, or ex-slaves, before.

Immediately, Puck’s eyes droop and he pushes up into Sam’s hand. They smile uncertainly. “You like this?”

Puck doesn’t respond, and Sam hates themself a little for continuing, knowing it’s at least mostly his intensive training making him react like this, but if it helps him it helps, whatever the reason.

The bathroom door shuts and footsteps sound in the hallway. Puck’s eyes snap back open and Sam sits back on the sofa, trying to look for all the world like they weren’t just comforting someone else’s slave. They don’t think it would go well for Puck, if Caroline knew. Not if the possessiveness she displays in her interviews is real.

Caroline re-enters the room with a polite smile to Sam, eyes flicking over Puck appraisingly and narrowing at whatever it is she sees. “Right. One more question, I think, before we need to be heading home. Puck’s looking rather tired, and I have an early start tomorrow. I’ve had a last-minute interview request.”

Sam doesn’t miss the flash of fear in Puck’s eyes at her words.

“Very well. Ask your question.”

“What sort of hobbies would a Lady have?”

“Well, there were many things a noblewoman could participate in, for example embroidery, reading, dancing, and berry-picking, among others. They had a decent amount of free time, certainly more than the servants, and the money to indulge. Any more questions?”

“No, thank you. And thank you for giving up your time, I’m most grateful.”

Sam gives a half-hearted shrug, following her and Puck to the door, where she clips the leash back onto his collar. “You’re paying.” They hold open the door for the pair to exit, Caroline barely paying Puck a glance as he crawls along behind. “Goodbye.” They shut the door and put their head in their hands.

Jesus.

How anyone can treat another person that way is just... Puck might not be human, but he’s still a person, and even that name is offensive. Sam regrets that he took part in that system, even for a second, even if they had to to comfort her slave, even though Amanda has told them time and time again to stop feeling guilty when they shouldn’t. This world’s a fucking mess.

They pull themself together and head to the nearest window overlooking the street, watching Caroline stride across to a big black car, Puck struggling to keep up without being dragged. Sam swallows, and worries.

They head to their bedroom, toying with the phone in their hand as they pull an old biscuit tin out from under the bed. It’s full of old badges and polaroid photos, from non-human rights protests and meetings and picnics. They pull out a well-thumbed photo of their parents kissing in front of a large banner. They remember taking this one, the day everything went wrong.

This flat only has one bedroom, but there’s space for one more person. Their parents would definitely approve of what they’re about to do, they think, unlocking their phone and calling a contact they’d almost forgotten. He answers on the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Hi Luke.”

“Sammy. I was starting to hope I’d never hear from you again.”

“No such luck, you know how I feel about debts. You owe me a favour, and I’m calling it in.”

#whump #fae whump #sam and lucan #sam johnson #lucan oc #caroline jones #non human whumpee #whumpee and caretaker #whumpee and whumper #whumper and caretaker #whumpee x caretaker #whumpee x whumper #whumper x caretaker #slavery #pet whump #dehumanisation

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cryptidwritings · 2 years

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Bite Me - 8

[masterlist]

CW: broken bones mention

Wyeth was so damn thirsty.

He awoke the next morning with a pain in his gut; a pain that ran to his brain and out his fingers and toes, begging to be silenced with even just a drop of fresh crimson.

The sound of his prey crying had awoken with him. It followed him into the shower, to the closet, falling over and clinging to him like the fabric on his wet skin. It stalked him down the stairs and to his office.

Wyeth opened the cherry door to see Lennon sitting at his desk with a stack of papers in her hand.

She stood as he approached, and he straightened his shirt, taking his seat and swiveling towards her as he tidied his clothes.

"You look unwell," she mentioned, setting the papers on his desk.

"Weeks without substantiality will do that," Wyeth mentioned before picking up the papers and rifling through them quickly.

Sternum hairline fracture. fractured ribs L3, L6, R4, broken R5. Lacerations. Dehydration.

The list went on.

Wyeth tossed the papers down, "they'll live," he pushed his wet hair back.

"Yes," she responded, walking around the desk, "but in their condition, you'll be lucky if they're ready for The Repast."

"Broken bones won't kill an appetite."

Lennon stopped on the other side, glancing at Wyeth with a little shake of her head, "you've been dead too long," she began, eyeing the multiple decorations from generations of life that littered the walls. All to keep up appearances.

"Pain will kill anything," she said, "bare that in mind. We don't want to repeat the past, do we?"

Wyeth glanced up at Lennon, watching her carefully as she continued to look at the wall. He relaxed his shoulders as he sighed.

"No, I suppose not..." he pushed back from the desk, "Check on them. I need time alone."

"Yes, Master," Lennon affirmed, "Oh, and you have a-"

"-I know," Wyeth snapped as he exit the room.

His footsteps disappeared towards the kitchen, followed by the swinging of a door.

Lennon rubbed her temples and curled her toes into the tile floor as she bit back a wave of nausea.

Early morning light gathered on the edge of heavy curtains that covered the only window in the room. She walked forward and pushed her fingers through the small crack, letting the warmth cradle her fingers before she pushed the fabric aside.

Light cut across her face and chest, and she looked out onto the front of the house as a flock of birds flew; settling into a nearby tree. She took a deep breath and imagined the fresh air filling her lungs.

Then, just as quick as she had, she let go and watched the curtain fall back into place, guided by the thick nails that embedded it into the wall above the window. She stepped back and turned, walking out of the office and towards the dome.

#whump community #whump series #vampire whumper #human whumpee #whumper x caretaker #bite me by jovi #writeblr #originalfiction

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