Whumpee X Caretaker - Tumblr Posts
Rewrote this <3 this time with caretaker pov
Conditioning, self harm, hurt/comfort, flashbacks, object whumpee, past nsfw/noncon [implied], blackmail, creepy whumper, whumpee x caretaker
they/them pronouns only- masc terms used
Caretaker grabbed the spoon and stirred the meat sauce again, inhaling the garlicy aromas. Spaghetti was whumpee's favorite, and they'd been depressed again lately. They couldn't stand to see Whumpee so sad.
Their heart stopped as they heard a muffled sob. "Whumpee," they called. "Are you alright?"
No response.
Caretaker set the spoon on the counter and rushed to the living room. Whumpee was curled up on the couch, trembling.
"Whumpee?" They tried again softly, crouching to be below Whumpee.
"Master..?" Whumpee rasped, looking up at them with red eyes. "Master, do- do you need anything?"
"Oh, heavens, no... I'm not master." Caretaker reached forward and cupped their cheeks. Whumpee's teary doe-eyes could've broken Caretaker's heart. Whumpee sniffled once more.
"S-sir?" Whumpee's voice was small and fearful.
"No, baby," Caretaker whispered, brushing a tear of whumpee's cheek with their thumb.
Whumpee sobbed once more, closing their eyes. "Da-"
"Whumpee," Caretaker interrupted, getting goosebumps. They never asked details of Whumpee's torture, but their stomach dropped as they guessed what Whumpee was trying to say. "Just- just Caretaker, okay?"
Whumpee nodded, and for a second Caretaker thought they saw releif in their eyes.
This wasn't the first time that Whumpee had been like this. They had been thrown into episodes before. It made Caretaker want to break Whumper's neck.
"C-caretaker," Whumpee spoke slowly, "do you need anything?"
Caretaker hesitated, analyzing the sad, hopeful look on Whumpee's face. They knew that Whumpee had been used as a servant - no, object- for Whumper. The last time they were like this, the only thing that had pulled them out of it was being given a task.
"Would you like to help with dinner?"
Whumpee frowned. "Would I like to?"
Caretaker sighed, holding one of Whumpee's hands firmly. They hated doing this, but knew it was the only way to get Whumpee back to normal.
"Whumpee." They forced themself to be stern. "Come make dinner with me." Please.
Whumpee nodded instantly, wiping their tears. "Yes, si- Caretaker."
Caretaker was trying not to cry as they helped Whumpee up. They led them to the kitchen, squeezing their hand occasionally.
"Were having spaghetti, your favorite." Caretaker walked them over to the stove.
For a split second, they saw excitement spark in Whumpee's eyes before they melted back into their neutral expression. Caretaker's had to take a deep breath, looking up so they didn't cry.
"I have a job for you, alright?" Caretaker rested their hand on whumpee's back, urging them forward. "Il'l stir the meat and you stir the noodles. How's that sound?"
Whumpee nodded eagerly. "Yes, I can."
Caretaker felt their phone buzz in their pocket. "Oh- I'm getting a call. Stir those for me, kay?"
"Yep!" Whumpee called as Caretaker headed out the back door.
They grabbed their phone, checking the name at the top-
Whumper
Caretaker felt rage burn in their chest, answering the call with shaking hands.
"Hello, Caretaker? How's my pet doing?" Whumper's voice purred smoothly through the speaker.
"What the fuck do you want? Don't you think you've done enough?" Caretaker couldn't help the waver in their voice.
"Watch it, dear," Whumper hummed. "You haven't made your payment this month."
"Like hell I haven't," Caretaker hissed. "I paid you the two thousand, as we agreed."
"Price has gone up. Doubled, actually." Caretaker could practically see Whumper's grin.
"I can't afford double," Caretaker cried, tensing up. "You can't do this!"
"Oh, but I can. Unless you'd like my friends to come pay Whumpee a visit?"
Caretaker paused. They thought they heard something inside the house, but chose to ignore it for the moment. "I'll have your money in two weeks. Don't hurt them."
"Next week." Whumper said firmly. "Got it?"
"I can't, I don't have the money-"
"Its settled, then. Ill have my dear little pet back tomorrow. Ooh, Ill get their cage and their shock collar out tonight! Maybe some cuffs for the bed, eh?"
"Don't- you can't-" Caretaker's heart raced. They couldn't let this sick freak get their hands on Whumpee. Not again. "Fine. I'll get the money."
"What a shame," Whumper sighed, "I suppose... Tell Whumpee I said hi!"
Caretaker hung up, resting their head in their hands. How can I afford this?
They got up, opening the door. "Hey, Whumpe, I-"
They walked in on Whumpee, who had their hand submerged in the boiling water. Their free hand was over their mouth, muffling their sobs and screams.
"Whumpee!" They cried, grabbing them by their non-submerged wrist and dragging them back.
"No!" Whumpee screeched, pulling the pot off the stove with them. It crashed to the ground, sending boiling water and noodles all over the tiles.
"Whumpee, your hand!" Caretaker gasped, pulling whumpee tight to their chest. They held whumpee's wrist out in the air, wincing at the sight.
Their skin was all bright red, and large white blisters were already forming.
"Whumpee, Whumpee," Caretaker held them tight, trying to keep the horror from their voice. Whumpee was still screaming- in pain, in fear, in shock- Caretaker couldn't tell. "Listen to me- are you there? Stop fighting, ill make you better."
Whumpee cried more, thrashing so violently that Caretaker couldn't keep a good hold on them. Whumpee pulled away, backing into the corner and curling up.
"Dont hurt me please- Im sorry, I didnt mean to ruin dinner..." They shielded themself, trembling.
"No, whumpee! You aren't in trouble... you're okay, I promise." Caretaker spoke softly, reaching out slowly. "Whumper isn't here, this is Caretaker."
Whumpee looked up, then finally leaned forward towards Caretaker. They picked Whumpee up and brought them to the sink, holding them by the wrist. Whumpee still shook, but stopped thrashing around in Caretaker's arms. Carefully, Caretaker held their hand under some lukewarm water.
"Mm- it hurts-" they whispered, tucking their head against Caretaker's neck.
"Its okay... shhh, love." They murmured into Whumpee's ear. They brought Whumpee's hand away from the water and carried them to the bathroom.
"Lets get this bandaged up, alright? You're gonna be okay."
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Whumpee was curled up against Caretaker, their bandaged hand held close to their chest. Caretaker played with their hair absentmindedly while they used their other hand to spoonfeed them spaghetti-o's.
Whumpee opened their mouth as the spoon hit their lips, taking the noodles gratefully.
Caretaker sighed. "You look so calm... i know spaghetti-o's aren't as good as regular spaghetti, but its the best we got, eh?"
Whumpee giggled quietly, licking their lips. "They taste delicious, don't worry. Thank you for pulling me out of that..."
"Of course... I'm sure your hand will heal up soon." Caretaker looked down at the bandages nervously. "Ill get them changed twice a day for you, alright?"
Whumpee smiled, stretching their neck up. "Can i have more spaghet- hmph-" they cut off as Caretaker fed them another spoonfull. "Mmm- thank you."
"Anything for you."
The long awaited...
Back Home P3
HEED WARNINGS
Reference to noncon, nudity, kidnapping, captivity, ransom, abuse, pet whump, caretaker × whumpee, fatshaming(scrutinizing gained weight [char isnt overweight, just not to "standard"), brief mentions of cancer, animal death, and human death, force feeding, shocking, creepy/gentle Whumper, stockholm syndrome (?)
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Whumpee had already passed out when Whumper returned. They awoke what they assumed was hours later inside their kennel. To their relief, a blanket had been thrown over them— they had been tucked in. They pulled the comforter further up their body, trying to cover their bare shoulders.
They were almost back asleep when the bedroom door clicked and careful bootsteps approached.
Whumpee kept still, trying their best to appear like they were sleeping.
"Oh, Whumpee," Whumper cooed, stalking closer. "Are you awake in there?"
Whumpee's eyes cracked open just a fraction, revealing a sliver of their anxiety-laden gaze. They could feel the weight of Whumper's gaze on them, and the unease settled in their chest like a heavy stone. Their mind raced, desperately trying to think of a way to protect themselves from whatever Whumper had planned next.
Whumper's fingers trailed over the bars of the kennel, and Whumpee tensed, their heart pounding in their ears. "I know you're awake, my dear," Whumper purred, amusement tainting their words. "No need to pretend."
Swallowing hard, Whumpee forced themselves to relax, letting their body go limp as if still in slumber.
With a sudden jolt, Whumper's hand gripped Whumpee's ankle and pulled them out from under the covers. Whumpee yipped in fear as their bare body was pulled out from under the covers. They scrambled to pull the blanket back over their waist. Whumper's eyes bore into them, excited like a kid with a new toy.
"Such a fragile thing, aren't you?" Whumper mused, pouting.
"You've had your nap. Come on." Whumper's voice was stern. Whumpee shuffled forward, sitting on their knees. The cold air of Whumper's house made their skin tingle.
"Good pet," Whumper purred, scratching Whumpee's head. Whumpee pulled away from them, goosebumps prickling along their skin.
In response, Whumper grabbed their hair, making them yelp. Their voice was more disappointed than anything. "Oh, Whumpee. Absolutely not. You'll accept the affection I give you, got it?"
Whumpee cowered beneath them, their heart thumping.
"Got it?" The hand in their hair twisted and pulled up. Whumpee had to take the weight off their hands and stretch upwards for fear of their hair being ripped out.
"I understand," they squeaked, falling back to their hands and knees as Whumper released them.
"Good, hun. Now come along, will you?" Whumper started to leave the room, and Whumpee scrambled after them on their knees.
Whumper strode confidently through the hall, the monotonous tip tap of their shoes on the hardwood floors echoing against the walls. Whumpee followed close behind, staring at the heels of Whumper's shoes.
"You hungry yet? You must've burned quite a few calories before you passed out earlier." Whumper didn't check behind them to make sure Whumpee was following. Whumpee was breathing heavily through their nose as they kept up with Whumper's swift stride.
Once in the kitchen, Whumper finally turned. Their intense eyes scanned over Whumpee, seeming to rake through them and study every imperfection.
"You're out of shape, dear," Whumper leaned down, pinching the chub of their cheek. "The hell was Caretaker feeding you?"
"I eat whatever I want," Whumpee retorted, looking up at Whumper.
"You've put on weight, love. It's a shame, really. You were in exquisite shape under my care..." Whumper rose back to their feet, snagging a finger under Whumpee's collar and dragging them forward into the kitchen. "It's okay, sweetie, it's not your fault. It's that wretched Caretaker's fault. They let you get like this. But it's okay. We'll get you back to your regimen, and you'll be back in shape in no time." They patted Whumpee's cheek affectionately.
Whumpee didn't respond, struggling to keep up as they were dragged through the tiled kitchen. They saw new installments in the house as they were pulled through.
Whumpee got a better look as they arrived. Right between the fridge and a counter, there was a fancy padded dog beg with a chain hanging from the wall that was long enough to touch the bed.
"Go on, sit." Whumper tugged them forward. "Then I'll clip you in, and you'll be nice and secure."
Whumpee crawled forward slowly, feeling their hands and knees sink into the soft bed. They heard a little click as the chain clipped to their collar and turned to see Whumper standing over them.
"Stay there and be good, kay? Dinner will be ready soon." Whumper rubbed Whumpee's chin affectionately, then pulled away.
Whumpee stayed absolutely silent, leaning back against the wall as Whumper began to pull ingredients out of the fridge, an assortment of vegetables and fish.
God, they were cold. Whumpee sat against the wall, refusing to let their guard down for a second.
Whumpee tensed up as Whumper approached them.
"Open. Try this." A fork prodded at Whumpee's lips. "I tried a new rice recipe. And yes dear, you're getting rice. I figured it'd help warm you back up to your diet."
Whumpee chewed the rice, eyes on Whumper.
Why are they being so nice?
Maybe if they stayed quiet, Whumper would get bored of them.
Where are you, Caretaker?
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It took a lot to make Caretaker cry.
They hadn't cried when their first dog had been hit by a car. They hadn't cried like their siblings had when their grandmother was diagnosed with cancer. Hell- they barely cried when their dad kicked the bucket.
But here they were, clutching Whumpee's dirty sweater to their chest. Wrecked. That was the best word for it.
Every muscle screamed for them to go find Whumpee, to bring them home, wrap them in a hundred layers of bubble wrap and never let them go again.
They couldn't.
It took most of their energy to crawl through the house to the bedroom and dig the sweater from their hamper. Everything hurt. Their cracked rib screeched in fury every time they took a shuddering breath, their bruised cheekbones stinging against the white sheets.
Well- they had been white once. Now they were blotted with a grim, deep red where Caretaker's blood had seeped in.
You have to do something.
Caretaker went to sit up after a moment, pain shooting up their sprained wrist. They fell back to the bed, hissing.
Don't be a wuss, they scolded themself. Whumpee's in much worse pain than this. Do this for their sake.
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Whumpee was being served a gourmet salmon filet with a plate of fresh veggies.
They stared down at the meal, picking at the stalks of celery disdainfully.
Whumper sat a few feet in front of them, enjoying the very same dish. Their eyes flicked up and met Whumpee's, and a grin split their face. "Enjoying your salmon?"
"I don't eat fish." They responded, averting their eyes and picking up a slice of cucumber with their fork.
"You eat fish all the time, silly." Whumper laughed, continuing to bore their eyes into Whumpee. "Go on, try it."
"I don't eat fish." Whumpee repeated, biting into the crisp cucumber.
Their wrist was seized, and their fork clattered across the tablecloth. Whumpee choked on their cucumber slice, quickly swallowing it down.
"You ate fish nearly every day I had you." Whumper said. Whumpee's wrist was pinned against the table. "What right do you have," Whumper hissed, "to refuse your nice, home-cooked meal?"
Now the steak knife was tracing across their palm. Whumpee's other hand gripped the table and they did their best not to whine.
Whumpee took in a deep breath. "No, please-"
Whumper ignored them, spinning the knife on Whumpee's palm. "Oh hush, now. That'll get you nowhere. I make you delicious, healthy food and I expect you to eat it. You're lucky I even let you eat at the table.
You know I don't like having to hurt you," they said. "Apologise, and we can move on, dear."
"I'll eat," Whumpee spoke quietly, unable to shake the waver in their voice.
"And?" Whumper traced the lines of their palm ever so gently, causing Whumpee's hand to twitch.
"And I'm sorry."
"Good." Whumper finally amended, releasing their wrist. "Get to eating, now. You'll need the energy."
Whumpee didn't reply, cutting into the salmon finally. They took a bite, forcing it down. It was good fish, but all Whumpee could think about was their previous time spent in captivity. The same perfectly prepared fish and veggies were given to them at lunch and dinnertime before their beatings.
"There you go," Whumper said smoothly. "You're doing so much better already. I can tell that you're remembering how things are supposed to be."
Whumpee looked up at them momentarily, then returned to their meal.
Stay quiet, stay predictable, and stay boring, they thought. Whumper will get bored of me soon enough.
After dinner, Whumpee was brought to Whumper's bedroom. They were praying that they'd be shoved back into their cage for the evening, but they weren't quite that lucky.
Whumper sat them in the middle of the room, standing before them.
"Do you remember all your commands, Whumpee?" they asked, and when given no response, they continued. "Tonight we're gonna go through them all again. And if you've forgotten, I've got a little friend here to help us jog your memory." Whumper held up a shock collar, waving it enticingly.
Whumpee looked up at them, frozen. "Y- you don't have to use that, I- I'm fine without it. I've already got my collar on." Whumpee touched their collar gently.
Whumper brushed their hand away and switched their collar out.
"Here we are. Now kneel," Whumper ordered.
Whumpee did as they were told, kneeling with their back straight and their hands on their knees. Whumper hummed, nodding.
"Bow," Whumper said next, fiddling with the settings on the remote. Whumpee slid down until their palms and elbows touched the floor. A shock ran through their body, and they cried out.
Whumper tsked. "Head in the carpet. Raise your backside higher."
Whumpee fixed themselves, shaking.
Sit. Beg. Lay. Roll over.
Like they were a dog.
They were shocked several times for being too slow, making too much noise, not showing enough emotion in their eyes, bad posture, and whatever bullshit reason Whumper could come up with to see their pet jerk and cry in pain.
Their pet.
Was that what Whumpee saw themselves as? A pet, doing tricks for Whumper's entertainment?
Maybe it would be easier that way. Submitting to their purred commands, shooting Whumper puppy eyes when they praised them, falling into positions when they were asked... it could be so, so much easier.
Whumpee looked up at Whumper, at the expression on their face. They were smiling down at Whumpee with an achingly gentle expression.
"You're doing good, Whumpee, better than I expected. Like I said, I don't like hurting you. I shouldn't really have to, honestly. Alas, you respond very well to this form of training. We'll be done with it eventually." Whumper's hand rustled and then smoothed their hair.
Whumpee bowed their head, letting Whumper card their fingers through their hair.
"Oh, Whumpee... my sweet thing. I really missed having you. It's been so lonely here without you." Whumper got down on one knee, sighing. "Those eyes... won't you look at me, hun?"
Whumpee looked up, anxiety pricking at their neck.
"There we are. That. Those beautiful, innocent eyes." Whumper smiled lovingly. "Just... exquisite. I don't think I can ever give you back. We're meant to be together, you and I."
Whumpee didn't respond.
"Dear? Can't you talk?" Something like concern etched its way into Whumper's face. "You haven't spoken much since dinner.
"... can I go to bed?" Whumpee said softly.
They were granted a pair of warm black sweatpants and were locked back in their cage. Tucking back under their blankets, Whumpee thought of Caretaker's words to them.
"Whumpee, don't let them get to you. You promised you'd stay strong for me, right?"
Whumpee bit their lip, squeezing their pillow.
I'm sorry, Caretaker. I'm sorry for failing you.
Maybe I'm just as much of a pathetic toy Whumper says I am.
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aren't you guys excited to wait another 9 months for pt 4? >:)
This series is literally my baby though oml
The long awaited...
Back Home P3
HEED WARNINGS
Reference to noncon, nudity, kidnapping, captivity, ransom, abuse, pet whump, caretaker × whumpee, fatshaming(scrutinizing gained weight [char isnt overweight, just not to "standard"), brief mentions of cancer, animal death, and human death, force feeding, shocking, creepy/gentle Whumper, stockholm syndrome (?)
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Whumpee had already passed out when Whumper returned. They awoke what they assumed was hours later inside their kennel. To their relief, a blanket had been thrown over them— they had been tucked in. They pulled the comforter further up their body, trying to cover their bare shoulders.
They were almost back asleep when the bedroom door clicked and careful bootsteps approached.
Whumpee kept still, trying their best to appear like they were sleeping.
"Oh, Whumpee," Whumper cooed, stalking closer. "Are you awake in there?"
Whumpee's eyes cracked open just a fraction, revealing a sliver of their anxiety-laden gaze. They could feel the weight of Whumper's gaze on them, and the unease settled in their chest like a heavy stone. Their mind raced, desperately trying to think of a way to protect themselves from whatever Whumper had planned next.
Whumper's fingers trailed over the bars of the kennel, and Whumpee tensed, their heart pounding in their ears. "I know you're awake, my dear," Whumper purred, amusement tainting their words. "No need to pretend."
Swallowing hard, Whumpee forced themselves to relax, letting their body go limp as if still in slumber.
With a sudden jolt, Whumper's hand gripped Whumpee's ankle and pulled them out from under the covers. Whumpee yipped in fear as their bare body was pulled out from under the covers. They scrambled to pull the blanket back over their waist. Whumper's eyes bore into them, excited like a kid with a new toy.
"Such a fragile thing, aren't you?" Whumper mused, pouting.
"You've had your nap. Come on." Whumper's voice was stern. Whumpee shuffled forward, sitting on their knees. The cold air of Whumper's house made their skin tingle.
"Good pet," Whumper purred, scratching Whumpee's head. Whumpee pulled away from them, goosebumps prickling along their skin.
In response, Whumper grabbed their hair, making them yelp. Their voice was more disappointed than anything. "Oh, Whumpee. Absolutely not. You'll accept the affection I give you, got it?"
Whumpee cowered beneath them, their heart thumping.
"Got it?" The hand in their hair twisted and pulled up. Whumpee had to take the weight off their hands and stretch upwards for fear of their hair being ripped out.
"I understand," they squeaked, falling back to their hands and knees as Whumper released them.
"Good, hun. Now come along, will you?" Whumper started to leave the room, and Whumpee scrambled after them on their knees.
Whumper strode confidently through the hall, the monotonous tip tap of their shoes on the hardwood floors echoing against the walls. Whumpee followed close behind, staring at the heels of Whumper's shoes.
"You hungry yet? You must've burned quite a few calories before you passed out earlier." Whumper didn't check behind them to make sure Whumpee was following. Whumpee was breathing heavily through their nose as they kept up with Whumper's swift stride.
Once in the kitchen, Whumper finally turned. Their intense eyes scanned over Whumpee, seeming to rake through them and study every imperfection.
"You're out of shape, dear," Whumper leaned down, pinching the chub of their cheek. "The hell was Caretaker feeding you?"
"I eat whatever I want," Whumpee retorted, looking up at Whumper.
"You've put on weight, love. It's a shame, really. You were in exquisite shape under my care..." Whumper rose back to their feet, snagging a finger under Whumpee's collar and dragging them forward into the kitchen. "It's okay, sweetie, it's not your fault. It's that wretched Caretaker's fault. They let you get like this. But it's okay. We'll get you back to your regimen, and you'll be back in shape in no time." They patted Whumpee's cheek affectionately.
Whumpee didn't respond, struggling to keep up as they were dragged through the tiled kitchen. They saw new installments in the house as they were pulled through.
Whumpee got a better look as they arrived. Right between the fridge and a counter, there was a fancy padded dog beg with a chain hanging from the wall that was long enough to touch the bed.
"Go on, sit." Whumper tugged them forward. "Then I'll clip you in, and you'll be nice and secure."
Whumpee crawled forward slowly, feeling their hands and knees sink into the soft bed. They heard a little click as the chain clipped to their collar and turned to see Whumper standing over them.
"Stay there and be good, kay? Dinner will be ready soon." Whumper rubbed Whumpee's chin affectionately, then pulled away.
Whumpee stayed absolutely silent, leaning back against the wall as Whumper began to pull ingredients out of the fridge, an assortment of vegetables and fish.
God, they were cold. Whumpee sat against the wall, refusing to let their guard down for a second.
Whumpee tensed up as Whumper approached them.
"Open. Try this." A fork prodded at Whumpee's lips. "I tried a new rice recipe. And yes dear, you're getting rice. I figured it'd help warm you back up to your diet."
Whumpee chewed the rice, eyes on Whumper.
Why are they being so nice?
Maybe if they stayed quiet, Whumper would get bored of them.
Where are you, Caretaker?
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It took a lot to make Caretaker cry.
They hadn't cried when their first dog had been hit by a car. They hadn't cried like their siblings had when their grandmother was diagnosed with cancer. Hell- they barely cried when their dad kicked the bucket.
But here they were, clutching Whumpee's dirty sweater to their chest. Wrecked. That was the best word for it.
Every muscle screamed for them to go find Whumpee, to bring them home, wrap them in a hundred layers of bubble wrap and never let them go again.
They couldn't.
It took most of their energy to crawl through the house to the bedroom and dig the sweater from their hamper. Everything hurt. Their cracked rib screeched in fury every time they took a shuddering breath, their bruised cheekbones stinging against the white sheets.
Well- they had been white once. Now they were blotted with a grim, deep red where Caretaker's blood had seeped in.
You have to do something.
Caretaker went to sit up after a moment, pain shooting up their sprained wrist. They fell back to the bed, hissing.
Don't be a wuss, they scolded themself. Whumpee's in much worse pain than this. Do this for their sake.
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Whumpee was being served a gourmet salmon filet with a plate of fresh veggies.
They stared down at the meal, picking at the stalks of celery disdainfully.
Whumper sat a few feet in front of them, enjoying the very same dish. Their eyes flicked up and met Whumpee's, and a grin split their face. "Enjoying your salmon?"
"I don't eat fish." They responded, averting their eyes and picking up a slice of cucumber with their fork.
"You eat fish all the time, silly." Whumper laughed, continuing to bore their eyes into Whumpee. "Go on, try it."
"I don't eat fish." Whumpee repeated, biting into the crisp cucumber.
Their wrist was seized, and their fork clattered across the tablecloth. Whumpee choked on their cucumber slice, quickly swallowing it down.
"You ate fish nearly every day I had you." Whumper said. Whumpee's wrist was pinned against the table. "What right do you have," Whumper hissed, "to refuse your nice, home-cooked meal?"
Now the steak knife was tracing across their palm. Whumpee's other hand gripped the table and they did their best not to whine.
Whumpee took in a deep breath. "No, please-"
Whumper ignored them, spinning the knife on Whumpee's palm. "Oh hush, now. That'll get you nowhere. I make you delicious, healthy food and I expect you to eat it. You're lucky I even let you eat at the table.
You know I don't like having to hurt you," they said. "Apologise, and we can move on, dear."
"I'll eat," Whumpee spoke quietly, unable to shake the waver in their voice.
"And?" Whumper traced the lines of their palm ever so gently, causing Whumpee's hand to twitch.
"And I'm sorry."
"Good." Whumper finally amended, releasing their wrist. "Get to eating, now. You'll need the energy."
Whumpee didn't reply, cutting into the salmon finally. They took a bite, forcing it down. It was good fish, but all Whumpee could think about was their previous time spent in captivity. The same perfectly prepared fish and veggies were given to them at lunch and dinnertime before their beatings.
"There you go," Whumper said smoothly. "You're doing so much better already. I can tell that you're remembering how things are supposed to be."
Whumpee looked up at them momentarily, then returned to their meal.
Stay quiet, stay predictable, and stay boring, they thought. Whumper will get bored of me soon enough.
After dinner, Whumpee was brought to Whumper's bedroom. They were praying that they'd be shoved back into their cage for the evening, but they weren't quite that lucky.
Whumper sat them in the middle of the room, standing before them.
"Do you remember all your commands, Whumpee?" they asked, and when given no response, they continued. "Tonight we're gonna go through them all again. And if you've forgotten, I've got a little friend here to help us jog your memory." Whumper held up a shock collar, waving it enticingly.
Whumpee looked up at them, frozen. "Y- you don't have to use that, I- I'm fine without it. I've already got my collar on." Whumpee touched their collar gently.
Whumper brushed their hand away and switched their collar out.
"Here we are. Now kneel," Whumper ordered.
Whumpee did as they were told, kneeling with their back straight and their hands on their knees. Whumper hummed, nodding.
"Bow," Whumper said next, fiddling with the settings on the remote. Whumpee slid down until their palms and elbows touched the floor. A shock ran through their body, and they cried out.
Whumper tsked. "Head in the carpet. Raise your backside higher."
Whumpee fixed themselves, shaking.
Sit. Beg. Lay. Roll over.
Like they were a dog.
They were shocked several times for being too slow, making too much noise, not showing enough emotion in their eyes, bad posture, and whatever bullshit reason Whumper could come up with to see their pet jerk and cry in pain.
Their pet.
Was that what Whumpee saw themselves as? A pet, doing tricks for Whumper's entertainment?
Maybe it would be easier that way. Submitting to their purred commands, shooting Whumper puppy eyes when they praised them, falling into positions when they were asked... it could be so, so much easier.
Whumpee looked up at Whumper, at the expression on their face. They were smiling down at Whumpee with an achingly gentle expression.
"You're doing good, Whumpee, better than I expected. Like I said, I don't like hurting you. I shouldn't really have to, honestly. Alas, you respond very well to this form of training. We'll be done with it eventually." Whumper's hand rustled and then smoothed their hair.
Whumpee bowed their head, letting Whumper card their fingers through their hair.
"Oh, Whumpee... my sweet thing. I really missed having you. It's been so lonely here without you." Whumper got down on one knee, sighing. "Those eyes... won't you look at me, hun?"
Whumpee looked up, anxiety pricking at their neck.
"There we are. That. Those beautiful, innocent eyes." Whumper smiled lovingly. "Just... exquisite. I don't think I can ever give you back. We're meant to be together, you and I."
Whumpee didn't respond.
"Dear? Can't you talk?" Something like concern etched its way into Whumper's face. "You haven't spoken much since dinner.
"... can I go to bed?" Whumpee said softly.
They were granted a pair of warm black sweatpants and were locked back in their cage. Tucking back under their blankets, Whumpee thought of Caretaker's words to them.
"Whumpee, don't let them get to you. You promised you'd stay strong for me, right?"
Whumpee bit their lip, squeezing their pillow.
I'm sorry, Caretaker. I'm sorry for failing you.
Maybe I'm just as much of a pathetic toy Whumper says I am.
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aren't you guys excited to wait another 9 months for pt 4? >:)
This series is literally my baby though oml
Hi! If it's not too much to ask, could you do a mermay snippet? Points 5, 7 and 8. I was thinking of a human that for some strange reason transforms into a merperson, and while they're still getting used to it they hurt themselves, and they get rescued by another merperson. Write whatever you want tho, I don't want to force you to write something you don't like! Thank you <3
Hi Anon! It’s not too much to ask at all! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!
The water was a shimmering blue color except for the stark trail of red that swirled just below the surface. Whumpee didn’t know why they became a merperson every time they touched water, all they knew was that they needed to get used to it, which is what they were trying to do when their tail got caught against a rather sharp piece of coral. Now, Whumpee tried to find their way back to the beach, but the current was carrying them farther out to sea. At this rate, Whumpee would bleed out before they could reach the shore. Whumpee’s vision, though enhanced as a merperson, was starting to blur at the edges. Whumpee was finding it harder to swim against the current; it felt as though all their energy was being sucked out of their body. The last thing Whumpee saw was a shadow descend upon them before everything went black.
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“Hey,” a voice echoed.
Whumpee stirred but didn’t open their eyes.
“Come on,” the voice said, “don’t leave me now. Wake up.”
Whumpee’s eyes fluttered open. Their surroundings started out blurry and unfocused. Eventually their vision cleared enough for Whumpee to see that they were in some sort of cave, the water lapping at their fins.
“There you are, you had me worried for a minute,” the voice said.
Whumpee turned to the side to see a stranger smiling down at them. This stranger, like Whumpee, had no legs, but rather a shimmery fish’s tail. Whumpee’s eyes grew wide. They had never seen another merperson before, they thought they were the only one. Whumpee propped themselves up on their elbows and got a better look at their own tail. It was wrapped in thick, green seaweed, and Whumpee noticed that the pain had subsided to a dull throb.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” the merperson said, “what were you doing in such shallow water in the first place? Coral reefs can be pretty dangerous.”
Whumpee thought about how to answer. This was a real merperson in front of them, not some human that had gotten turned into one. Whumpee didn’t know how merpeople felt about humans, much less about humans that got turned into merpeople.
“I, um,” Whumpee started.
Whumpee trailed off. They didn’t have a good answer. Something seemed to glint in the merperson’s eyes.
“My name’s Caretaker, what’s yours?”
“Whumpee,” Whumpee blurted without thinking.
“Ah, that explains it. Whumpee is a human name, isn’t it?”
Shoot. They were busted. Whumpee’s breathing grew quick. Caretaker knew they weren’t a real merperson, and they knew their name. Whumpee had to get out of here fast. They were just about to try to drag themselves back into the water when Caretaker put their hands on their shoulders.
“Woah, woah, take it easy, Whumpee,” Caretaker said, “I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to know why you were in shallow water, and now I do. Come on, take a deep breath.”
Whumpee did as they were told.
“Good job, now let it out.”
Whumpee exhaled shakily.
“Now breathe in again.”
Whumpee took another deep breath. Caretaker walked them through the exercise a few more times before they were satisfied. When Whumpee had finally calmed down, Caretaker let go of their shoulders.
“There, see? There’s nothing to be scared of.”
Whumpee nodded.
“Do you have a place you can dry off and revert to your human form?” Caretaker asked, “I’d hate to make you recover in a cave.”
“I have a house near the beach,” Whumpee answered.
“Got it. I’ll take you there.”
“How?” Whumpee asked.
“You’re not the only one with the ability to transform into other things,” Caretaker replied, “granted I haven’t become a human in quite some time, but no matter, it could be fun!”
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Caretaker carried Whumpee out of the water and onto the beach. They hadn’t used their human legs in some time, so they were a little shaky at first.
“So, Whumpee, which house is yours?”
Whumpee pointed to a little white house with a blue roof. Caretaker tightened their hold on Whumpee and walked to the front door. Once inside, Caretaker laid Whumpee down on the couch and set about finding towels to help Whumpee dry off. Once Whumpee was fully dry, their tail severed into a pair of legs.
“Now, I’m not sure what humans eat these days, but the last time I surfaced I got to learn how to make a really good sandwich.” Caretaker turned to Whumpee, “Do you think you can eat one?”
“Oh, you don’t have to-”
“Hush,” Caretaker said, “I’m happy to help you. Besides, you need the energy. Now, ham or turkey?”
Whumpee-Coryo x Reluctant Caretaker-Sejanus my beloved. Been thinking about this one thing I read once that I can’t find for the life me where Coriolanus was avoxed instead of being sent off as a peacekeeper and the idea of Avox-Snow has stuck with me.
Currently thinking about a post betrayal situation where Sejanus didn’t get hanged but found out how he was caught and then Coriolanus did something else, possibly running off with Lucy-Grey, and was avoxed for it. Sejanus is given this newly Avoxed Coryo as a gift and has to deal with the complicated emotions he has surrounding Snow and the delicate situation the other is in.
Also me and my Criminal Minds crossover brain rot is just picturing the two sitting awkwardly in Sejanus’s Virginia apartment. And Coriolanus getting to see that world and how different yet similar it is to the one he knows. I’m thinking of them walking to like a grocery store or something and Coryo just looking around shocked by all the people and then all the food, the abundance of it, and Sejanus letting him pick stuff out that his family hadn’t been able to afford since before the war that’s common place here. He is befuddled and Sejanus is in emotion distress.
Whumptober day 7 : Only for emergencies
Magic with a cost
Of course I was going to do this one
Whumpee always held back when they fought against their opponents, but when the life of someone they care is put in danger, there is no other choice…
This is set in a fantasy world, Whumpee is a half-dragon and Caretaker is a human. Also it’s ambiguous on the characters age but Whumpee looks round 25 (their apparence is human-like but they have dragon traits still) and Caretaker is 23.
In a way, both characters are Whumpee and Caretaker to each other
TW : Burns, Suicide, Character death
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Whumpee never really cared about others. Simple humans died easily, they were just so fragile. Whumpee had seen countless wars before too. It’s always the same mistakes, humans killing each others. Whumpee wished for the day humans would all just disappear. Which makes them wonder : « Why am I protecting this one’s life ? ». That human is Caretaker, they both met at [Town]’s inn where Caretaker’s parents worked, and had gotten along pretty well. More than Whumpee expected.
And in that moment right now, they wished they had just listened to their brain instead of their heart. Because Caretaker’s town was the scene of a violent battle and their enemies were winning. Caretaker of course wanted to defend the town, but it was no use in trying to. The whole place was already in flames, so was the inn. The smell of smoke grew heavier and Whumpee had to do something before Caretaker would get seriously hurt.
So instead they will be the one to get hurt.
They turned to Caretaker and said,
« I have an idea, which you might not like… »
Caretaker looked at them, confused and worried.
« It’s gonna be okay though, for you at least. You’ll be fine. »
Whumpee extended their left arm toward the flames and they started being drawn into a little ball. The palm of Whumpee’s hand was already starting to get burnt but they didn’t mind it too much, focusing on Caretaker. At the sight, Caretaker looked more scared than just worried.
« W-wait what are you doing ? »
The half-dragon smiled at them and answered,
« Just a little trick I learned to do with my dragon magic. »
The ball of fire grew bigger as the flames kept being absorbed by it and slowly, Whumpee’s whole arm was getting burnt. And the heat was so strong that no one could get close to the two of them. Yet Caretaker remained fine.
« I put a seal on you, against my magic, unfortunately I can’t do the same for myself. And my human side is too weak to handle this kind of magic. » Whumpee explained.
Their entire arm was now completely burnt, and it started extending on the rest of their body. Caretaker grabbed them and tried to pull them away from the ball, to no avail.
« I don’t want you to die ! Please just… » Caretaker pulled harder, « Don’t do it ! »
Tears fell, from both of their eyes. There was no other choice. If Whumpee didn’t use their magic and Caretaker and them left, they would be tracked down and killed. With their good hand, they cupped Caretaker’s face and kissed them. One quick kiss.
« Live for me please. »
And in a second, the flames were thrown into every directions. Caretaker’s closed their eyes, and one they reopened them, they saw that what they were holding was now Whumpee’s body. Their entire left side was burnt, extending a bit to the right side. Everything was silent. Even Caretaker’s cries for Whumpee to come back were silent.
They laid down on the ground next to the body of their almost lover. Live for them, but they had lost everything. They had no reason to live without them.
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This technically open ended. Since it’s a fantasy world, you can imagine Caretaker finding a way to revive Whumpee. Or not, maybe they are led into a fake lead, or it’s just straight up not possible. Whichever you prefer
I love whump stories where the caretaker struggles with something that others perceive as simple and the whumpee helps them.
Maybe it’s reading and writing. The caretaker could struggle with dyslexia.
The whumpee would notice the caretaker is always reading the same book, seaming to make little to no progress through it.
The whumpee would maybe hear the caretaker sounding out words as they read and write.
The whumpee notices that when the caretaker is writing something, a list or a memo, that words have been scratched out and rewritten multiple times.
The caretaker would brush it off when the whumpee asks, maybe avoiding the subject altogether. They might say that they can do it themselves and that their not a child, they could have negative feelings about getting help for something like that because in their childhood people would treat them less than for not being able to do those things easily.
Eventually though the caretaker will let the whumpee read to them.
Eventually the whumpee will write the list and memos for the caretaker.