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I love whumpers who own pet whumpees for companionship.

I love whumpers who talk kindly to pet whumpee but in a way where they are using whumpee for conversation and never giving a thought to whumpee ever leaving them because they are their pet.

Whumpers/masters who come home and talk to whumpee without even acknowledging that they bought whumpee from an auction.

Whumpers/masters that don't acknowledge that whumpee had a previous life without them.

Whumpers/masters that are nice to whumpee but they don't treat them as someone who has thoughts and feelings that are equal to their own.

Whumpers/masters who never mention the outside world apart from their own personal interactions with people which is too vague and specific to give whumpee any information.

Whumpees who are treated well, given the food, water and clothing they need but are not free to leave or make any of their own choices.

The person treating them so well and never laying a finger on them is also holding them captive.

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“I bought you to enjoy you. But, that doesn’t mean I enjoy being cruel towards you.”

Whumpee’s chin was guided up by two gentle fingers, and his eyes met Whumper’s for only a moment.

“You’re a toy. Not a punching bag.”

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You know those, like, doll restoration videos? I’m imagining a BBU equivalent of that.

The video starts with Carewhumper getting Whumpee second-hand. Whumpee is filthy and covered in wounds.

The video shows the Whumpee getting cleaned, the matts slowly getting brushed out of their hair, Carewhumper applying makeup to cover the scars. Whumpee’s still-healing wounds get bandaged

Over a time-lapse, the video shows Whumpee going from scared, malnourished, and hurt, to being a happy and healthy pet. The comments gush over how satisfying it is to watch the transformation.

The newly fixed-up Whumpee gets sold off to the highest bidder

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Pet Whumpee is given a chew toy by Whumper. At first, they obviously don't want it, they're not an animal. But as Whumper conditions and tortures Whumpee, they find comfort in the toy and cling to it. It takes another few weeks, but they even carry it in their mouth like Whumper asks.

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Caretaker has a Pet Whumpee they rescued and are rehabilitating. While they don't want to admit it and deny it, they like having control over Whumpee, they like what Whumper did to them. It isn't until Whumpee lays on their lap (same as with Whumper) did they come to terms with it and keep Whumpee as their "little puppy", hiding them away so no one realizes that Caretaker became the one person they swore to destroy.

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Crack Prompt: Welcome to the Whumpee Store!

(aka totally not bbu what do you MEAN)

Whumpees stacked on shelves grocery store-style

Different aisles for different types of whumpee ("No ma'am, this is actually the conditioned aisle, the defiant aisle is on the other side of the store, aisle 9.")

Workers that are TOTALLY not whumpees themselves probably

Or maybe that teenager helping you really is just your average dead-eyed retail worker. Basically the same thing at this point anyway.

"Sir, that's the price for a fresh unaltered whumpee. You can mold them however you want."

"You want me to do YOUR JOB for you?! What kind of establishment is this?!"

On that note, whumpees made to order

You want a medium-sized defiant whumpee that'll start crying and freeze up the second you turn the lights off? Say less.

Tags on the more dainty and dewey-eyed whumpees that say "Torture with Care"

"Mx., you broke the warranty when you threw your whumpee down the stairs. The instructions clearly state they're meant for household chores only, you'll have to pay full price for a new one."

Whumpees in those sealed plastic action figure boxes, forced into a single pose for. however long it takes you to buy them please buy them they're begging you please PLEASE PLEASE THEY CAN'T TAKE--

Whumpees staring hopefully (or fearfully) at every potential customer that walks by.

BARTERING. RIGHT. IN. FRONT. OF. WHUMPEE.

Customers trying to get the conditioned whumpees to crack so they don't have to pay as much for them.

"I'm not sure this whumpee is trained as well as you say, I'm gonna need a demonstration"

Living weapon whumpees locked behind those stupid glass cabinets that you have to get a store attendant to unlock for you if you want to get at one

^Exotic/rare/expensive ones too

Thank you to all my friends on the Whump World server for all your suggestions and enabling me :) I probably have more too, but this was getting long lmao

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Whumpee kneeled off to the side of Whumper's feet, listening to their conversation on the phone. Whumper didn't seem to happy when they hung up.

Whumpee silently groaned. Hoping and praying they could just disappear, or Whumper would forget about them until they cooled down.

"Don't move, stay quiet", they told themself, "don't be noticed."

"Pet", Whumper sighed.

"Shit!", Whumpee yelled inwardly.

"Pet come here", Whumper laid down on the couch and snapped their finger.

Whumpee crawled to Whumper's hand and waited for the next command.

Whumper patted Whumpee's head, which came as a surprise to Whumpee. They were completely ready to get slapped or something.

"Jump up here and lay on top of me", Whumper commanded, "I need some deep pressure, that conversation upset me."

Whumpee climbed on top of Whumper. This was a new command, and Whumpee was terrified, not knowing where this was going.

"Ok, go ahead and lay on top of me. Your head can go on my chest, yep just like that", Whumper patted their head again.

Whumpee could feel themselves shaking in fear. They were lying on top of Whumper, and their head was resting on their chest.

"No need to be nervous. You're not in trouble", Whumper sighed, "I need some deep pressure. My weighted blanket is not heavy enough for what I need, so you are going to help me with that. Am I clear?"

"Yes master", Whumpee whispered trying to calm the shaking.

Whumper started to run their fingers through Whumpee's hair, and scratch and massage their scalp and neck. They even went as far as to massage and scratch under the collar.

Whumpee didn't want to admit it, but they would stay there forever if Whumper would keep doing this.

Whumper started to rub Whumpee's ears. They laughed a little when Whumpee moaned during the ear massage.

"I guess I know how to get you to melt into my hands", Whumper glanced down as they rubbed Whumpee's ears, "are you enjoying yourself?"

"Y-yes master", Whumpee sighed, "thankyou for your kindness and mercy."

"I've been thinking about doing this for a while, sometimes that blanket isn't enough", Whumper looked down again, "this is actually helping."

Whumpee relaxed their body.

"Oh yes this is definitely helping", Whumper smiled, "I guess you have a new use pet, weighted blanket 2.0."

Whumper started to get heavy eyed, as did Whumpee. Whumper's hand stilled while scratching under Whumpee's collar, so their fingers held onto it. Whumpee rested their cheek against Whumpers chest, and dozed off.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @cyborg0109 @idontreallyexistyet @thebejeweledwatercat @painfulplots @whumpbump @everythingsscary

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Home Sweet Home part six

Content Warnings: Abusive Relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Drug Use, Blood Drinking, Fictional Bigotry, Brief Homophobic Language, Discussion of Trauma Including: Sexual, Religious, Emotional, and Physical Abuse, Past Injury/Amputation, Vampire Taxidermy, Vampire Whumpee, Human Whumper

Note: Home Sweet Home Wednesdays are back on! Have some, um, Falkner being a creep.

After all its stress over trying to win over Falkner's newest captives while still staying the favorite, October felt it deserved some reward for its trouble.

Thankfully, Falkner was much in the same mind, and decided this was a good evening to cuddle and watch a movie.

They curled up on the sofa together, Van Helsing (2004) playing at a low volume on their television. It was one of their favorite movies, despite the wild inaccuracies in how it portrayed vampires. Mostly because it was gory bisexual eye candy filled to the brim with murder, cleavage, and supposedly straight characters who acted like utter fags.

Falkner undid the brace of his prosthetic leg and set the false limb aside. He rubbed the spot where it attached, over where his knee used to be, a look of pain etched on his face.

"Are your ghost pains screwing you up again?" October asked, pretending to be concerned. It didn't really understand how an amputated limb could still cause pain, especially with the quality of modern medical care.

"They always are," Falkner groaned. "That mother fucking leech…"

October's mouth quirked a small smile. "If I had been that vampire, I would have killed you outright. None of this crushing every bone in your leg business."

Falkner offered the stuffed head above his mantelpiece a sideways glance, more amused than pained now. "Then you're smarter than he was, my angel."

"Not smart enough." October laid its head on Falkner's lap, baring its throat in a submissive gesture. "Or else I wouldn't be here, now would I?"

"You still don't trust me, angel?" Falkner ran his fingers through October's purple hair, as though it were some kind of lap cat. "I'm hurt. And after all I've done for you…"

October knew Falkner was teasing, or else it wouldn't dare respond honestly. But this was all part of their little game. Going back and forth verbally for awhile, neither of them actually caring for the movie they had seen thirty times over.

"Yes," October drawled. "Because holding me captive and sticking me in the sun anytime I complained was sure to earn you my trust. How silly of me."

"Your complaining often consisted of trying to break my neck. So I think my methods of self defense against an apex predator such as yourself were justified."

"Oh yes, totally justified. The same way that going weeks between feeding me and only allowing it when you need a hit of vampire venom is."

"It's your lucky day, then. Because I'm in need of some pain relief, angel."

Falkner scratched October behind its ears, eliciting a purr. He had always enjoyed the sound. A low rumble from deep inside October's chest, rising and falling along with its breathing. So much like a domestic cat.

"What, no more complaints?" Falkner asked. "Is the promise of blood enough to stopper that vicious forked tongue of yours? And here I was beginning to enjoy our little spat."

"Oh, I have plenty more to complain about." October grinned at him. "You're a cruel master, and it can't be denied."

"Ah, so the vampire with the blood of thousands on its pretty little hands thinks I'm the cruel one. At least I let you live. You can't say the same of your victims."

"Harsh words, considering the only reason you didn't crop off my head and stick it on your walk was because you liked keeping me chained to your bed. Admit it, you found raping a vampire more thrilling than desecrating a corpse."

"And lucky for me," Falkner said, trailing his fingertips over October's jawline, "I managed to capture the most beautiful vampire I've ever seen… What hunter wouldn't want you chained to his bed? I know none of my friends ever missed out on an opportunity to get you in such a vulnerable position."

There was a time when those words would have disgusted October. When it would have considered it a humiliation to be defeated and dishonored by a human.

But now its main coping mechanism was to find whatever anjoyment that it could, blocking out natural shame or fear. The silver collar around its neck was enough of a reminder to behave.

No chains necessary. Not anymore.

"And who can blame them?" it asked silkily. "As you can tell, I'm incredibly attractive. But are you sure that's a good enough excuse to take me thrashing and screaming? Why, if I were human, I doubt your excuses would hold up in court."

"Shame you aren't. After all, vampires aren't legally recognized as people. Even animal cruelty laws don't apply. You used your immunity from our laws for so long, getting away with murdering and tormenting innocent humans… How does it feel to be on the other side of the issue?"

October couldn't help but laugh. Maybe this really was some kind of retribution. After all, the truly evil were supposed to enjoy full sinful lives, that way they could be punished by God to the fullest extent possible.

Only the good died young, and October had gotten very old indeed.

But who could have guessed that it would have ended up here? Centuries ago, when it was hung by a Christian mob for the sin of having been born. Ishraq, it had been called back then. A dhampir conceived of rape who never had a chance.

Falkner was right. He had to be. October's life had always gone in cycles of suffering then lashing out and inflicting suffering on others.

Maybe it had never crawled out of its shallow grave to enact its revenge on its murderers.

Maybe this was hell.

"You win," it said, faking light heartedness as it sat up and threw its arms around Falkner's shoulders. "My arguments have run out. You may now enjoy your two hours of peace before I concoct some new ones."

"Perfect timing. I have a better use for your mouth…" Falkner ran his thumb over October's lip. "Bite me."

October didn't need to be told twice. It sunk its fangs deep into Falkner's wrist, and released a good strong dose of venom as soon as the taste of blood met its tongue.

Falkner let out a contented sigh, leaning back on the couch. He slowly stroked October's hair as it fed.

After weeks of starvation, it took all its self control not to drain Falkner dry. But it was a good pet. And good pets didn't murder their owners while being shown a kindness.

Their symbiotic relationship favored him in so many ways, and drug induced euphoria was one of them, even if it meant waking up dizzy from blood loss.

Taglist: @sulnusoup13 @heavenlyeden @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @excessive-vampires @pigeonwhumps @foresttheblep

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I love whumpers who own pet whumpees for companionship.

I love whumpers who talk kindly to pet whumpee but in a way where they are using whumpee for conversation and never giving a thought to whumpee ever leaving them because they are their pet.

Whumpers/masters who come home and talk to whumpee without even acknowledging that they bought whumpee from an auction.

Whumpers/masters that don't acknowledge that whumpee had a previous life without them.

Whumpers/masters that are nice to whumpee but they don't treat them as someone who has thoughts and feelings that are equal to their own.

Whumpers/masters who never mention the outside world apart from their own personal interactions with people which is too vague and specific to give whumpee any information.

Whumpees who are treated well, given the food, water and clothing they need but are not free to leave or make any of their own choices.

The person treating them so well and never laying a finger on them is also holding them captive.

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Whumpee experienceing their first breath of fresh air, first sip of clean water and soft new clothes getting tugged over their head by caretaker.

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cw: panic attack mentioned, hurt/comfort, recovery

a small whumpee huddled in a tight space when having a panic attack or being overwhelmed

and a bigger caretaker who wants to comfort them somehow managing to squeeze themselves in too, making whumpee laugh because of how comically they had to fold their limbs

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diary entries.

whumpee writing in a diary and being able to see them start to believe everything that whumper is saying.

caretaker finding diary entries and understanding more of how whumpee is affected.

whumper to caretaker reading old diary entries, and realizing how awful of a person they were.

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Whumpee was captive for so long they believed no one could remember them. They sat in a hospital bed alone, fiddling with one of a dozen wires varying their body. They stopped shedding tears a long time ago, there was nothing left to cry for. 

Suddenly a figure burst into their room and whumpee jumped at the door hitting the wall. Caretaker stared with wide tearstained eyes, an expression mixed of pure happiness and horror. A thousand words left unspoken; yet they found themselves wordlessly collapsing at their bedside and scooping whumpee into their arms in a fret of tears.

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Someone take Tumblr away from me, I swear.

Whumpee sat on the floor and leaned against the couch with a sigh. It was eleven at night, all of the chores were done, they even got a head start for tomorrow's chores. They were tired, but Whumpee wasn't allowed to go to bed unless Whumper was home.

"He's with his drinking buddies", Whumpee frowned, "he will come home drunk tonight, and be hung over and abusive tomorrow."

Whumpee thought for a minute, "maybe I should get his bed ready for him, so he can just plop into it."

Whumpee went upstairs, unmade the bed, got a puke bucket ready, and put the toilet seat up for Whumper. They prepared the tub for the morning so Whumper could rinse off, and made sure his razor was on the charger ready for the morning.

It was almost one in the morning when the door swung open, Whumper swayed in with his friend guiding him.

Whumpee ran down the stairs to great them.

"Hey, there's my favorite, uh, um, we'll you know", Whumper slurred. He was always a happy drunk, but would make up for it the next day.

"He's a bit wasted can you tell", Whumper's sober friend laughed while, helping him up the stairs, "I'm sorry to drop him and go, but the other guy is even more drunk."

"It's ok, it's not the first time he came home like this", Whumpee helped him into bed, "I'll take care of him."

"Good Whumpee", the friend left the room and started to go, "I'll call him tomorrow, have a good night."

"You too sir."

Whumpee went back up the stairs, and into Whumper's room. They yanked off his boots, put the bucket where he could see it, along with a bottle of water.

Whumpee finely curled up on the floor of the living room and dozed off.

Whumpee woke up to Whumper standing over them. They could see he had cleaned up, so he had sobered up some. Whumper was hard to read sometimes after being drunk, most of the time he was abusive, but occasionally he was ok.

"I just puked up the contents of my stomach, so I need food", Whumper looked at the clock, "looks like it's time for lunch anyways, after lunch you need to clean my room and the bathroom."

"Wait, what time is it", Whumpee jumped up, "it's going on twelve already, I'm so sorry I overslept sir", they scrambled.

"It's ok, my friend already called and said you were still awake after one", he stretched, "I guess you have to rest some times, plus from the look of things you've started your chores for today already, I just need lunch."

"Yes sir, please rest, I'll have lunch ready soon", Whumpee made there way to the kitchen, happy he seemed to be in a good mood.

Today may be a good day!

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“I kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting, for you to be just like everyone else… And then you weren’t.”

“Whumpee…”

“You- you’ve been so nice to me, and I- I just keep fucking things up, and I’m so, so sorry-“

“Hey.” the sternness in Caretakers voice took them both by surprise, “Don’t. Don’t be sorry.”

“But I-“

“You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?”

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Whumper who actually treats Whumpee like a beloved pet dog.

I don't know about you, but my chihuahua is my precious child (except when she decides to wake me up in the middle of the night with loud barking but that's a story for another day-). That's how Whumper sees Whumpee. They coo over how cute they are, ruffle their hair. and want them sleeping on their bed, curled up in a ball. Whumper plays fetch with them and Whumpee has plenty of soft toys to play with.

They're still a kidnapped victim of course, but they're not severely tortured. If Whumper needs to punish them, they'll either lock them in their cage, not feed them for a night, scold them, and/or take away a treasured object for a while. They're very against using a shock collar and makes sure Whumpee's is comfortable.

Maybe Whumpee had a hard life before or is struggling, so the kind treatment is very easy to get used to.

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A caretaker/carewhumper adopting a whumpee from a pet shelter, not because they want to own them, but because they're lonely and want a companion.