#care whumper

[mj-iza-writer]

Warning: Eye Whump and Amputation mentions. Sorry I forgot this before.

Whumpee jumped when their cell door opened.

"M-may I ask who is coming in?", Whumpee whispered. A blindfold had been tied to their head from a recent eye removal surgery to help stop on infection from spreading.

"It's Dr. Yeld and two guards. Whumper would like to run some tests, so we are taking you to the lab. I need to ask the typical questions", Whumpee felt the scientist pat their head, "are you ready?"

"Yes sir", Whumpee nodded.

"To begin with... How does your head and eye sockets feel?", Whumpee allowed the guards to begin shackling them.

"They ache a little and feel crusty and itchy", Whumpee whispered hoarsely, "I think the blindfold is stuck to the crust, I tried hard not to touch it, like you said."

"Okay I'll make a note to change that for you", Dr. Yeld wrote a small note, "why do you sound so hoarse? Do you feel sick?"

"I-I couldn't find my water, I felt around a little in here, but I think it's missing", Whumpee frowned.

Dr. Yeld looked around, "you're right, I'm sorry that happened. We'll get some water before the test."

Whumpee nodded, "please and thankyou."

The last few questions were asked and answered satisfactorily.

Whumpee allowed the guards to lead them to the lab.

"Dr. Yeld", Whumpee whispered as the guards strapped them in, "I'm scared."

"It's okay Whumpee, Whumper said it's going to be minor tests today. Nothing big. I think they want to see how you're healing as well."

Whumpee nodded, "okay, may I have water?"

"Yes of course. I'll be right back", Dr. Yeld stepped away.

Whumpee felt a part of their back start to itch.

"May I have help?", Whumpee requested to anyone listening.

After a minute, Whumpee realized they may have been alone or people around were too busy to help the lab rat.

Whumpee was strapped down onto the metal slab table in a vertical position.

They started to wriggle around in an attempt at scratching their back.

Suddenly, Whumpee's hands slipped through the straps, and they fell to the floor. Their feet tangled into the straps and twisted opposite their natural direction. They hit the floor with a thud.

"Ah, ah, oww", Whumpee cried out, only drowned out by an alarm.

Whumpee heard guards running to them, but they were preoccupied by the shooting pains running up and down their legs.

"He-help, help.... help me please", Whumpee cried out.

Whumpee winced as the guards lifted them up. Their legs were unstrapped and they were laid on the ground.

"What the hell is going on in here?", Whumper's voice could be heard above the alarm.

"The test subject attempted to escape", one of the guards announced.

Whumpee's head shot up quickly, "n-no I didn't."

Whumpee heard someone approach, dress shoes clank against the tile floor.

Whumper knelt down and placed two fingers under Whumpee's chin to lift their face, "then why are the alarms going off? Why are you on the ground Whumpee", Whumper questioned.

"M-my back was itchy, and no one was available to help me. I was wriggling around on the table to try to itch it. Then I fell", Whumpee winced, "m-my legs hurt."

Whumper reached another hand up and patted Whumpee's head, "so my little rat wasn't trying to run."

"No Master, where would I go?", Whumpee whispered.

Whumper chuckled, "good point Whumpee", Whumper stood, "Dr. Yeld, please check Whumpee's legs, and let's see what happened. Today's test will be rescheduled for now."

"I'm sorry Master", Whumpee felt someone starting to pick them up.

"It's okay Whumpee, let's get your legs taken care of. Then I'll check your eyes", Whumper sighed, "I may have to talk to my staff and see why you aren't being taken care of."

"I'm a rat Master, that's why", Whumpee sighed.

"You are... but you are my lab rat, and I expect my staff to take care of you", Whumper frowned.

Whumpee now lay on the metal table again.

"Don't move Whumpee, we're scanning your legs", Dr. Yeld ordered.

"Yes sir, ma-may I have water after this", Whumpee pleaded.

"Oh geesh, Whumpee I'm sorry", Dr Yeld frowned, "just two seconds and done."

Whumpee felt a straw press in between their lips. They quickly drank.

"Careful Whumpee, you're going to ch..", Whumper was interrupted when Whumpee started to choke, "see."

"I'm sorry.... thirsty", Whumpee struggled to catch their breath.

"I don't see any breaks, but you more than likely sprained both legs", Whumper frowned, "you did a number on yourself. See these strains here."

"I didn't mean to, I don't know how I fell. I think my hands slipped", Whumpee whispered.

Whumper stepped over to the table Whumpee lay on and looked it over.

"Try to slip your hands back into the straps", Whumper ordered.

Whumpee quickly did as they were told.

"Someone didn't do a good job strapping you in", Whumper frowned as they watched Whumpee's hand go into the strap with minimal struggle, "who were the guards who helped you bring Whumpee. I need to have a chat with them."

Whumpee shook, "please don't kill them Master."

"I won't kill them, but they may find themselves fired from this lab", Whumper sighed, "I don't like when my little rat gets injured by someone else, especially when it messes my plans up."

Whumpee felt someone sitting them up. They allowed their body to bend to the persons will.

"Let's put them in a soft cast for now. Revisit an x-ray and muscle scan in a week or so. Whumpee, let us know if you have any strange pain, just like normal", Whumper started to leave.

"Master?", Whumpee whispered.

Whumper stopped and turned, "yes Whumpee."

Whumpee shyly fiddled with their fingers, "may I, uhm, may I go outside today?", they kept their head lowered.

"Whumpee it's cold out right now, plus you'll have cast on your legs", Whumper walked back to the table, "I forgot to check your eye sockets."

Whumpee felt Whumper lift their head, and start removing the blindfold.

Whumpee whimpered a little as the cloth was gently pulled from the wound.

"I don't like that it's sticking to the wound sight", Whumper frowned as they took a closer look, "Whumpee I will allow you to pick something fun though, you have had a harder week then we normally give you."

"May I have chicken nuggets for lunch", Whumpee asked excitedly.

"You know what, you absolutely can", Whumper chuckled, "how about I order you chicken nuggets, fries, a dessert, and you can even have soda pop today", Whumper rubbed Whumpee's cheek gently, "how does that sound."

Whumpee melted into the touch, "that sounds yummy", Whumpee moaned tiredly.

"Is my lab rat sleepy?", Whumper chuckled.

"Yes Master, it's difficult to sleep now", Whumpee yawned.

"Hmm", Whumper hummed.

Dr. Yeld set to work wrapping the bandages on Whumpee's legs, "please Whumpee try your hardest not to walk on your legs. They definitely need some rest, you don't want to stress them", Dr. Yeld watch Whumpee nod.

Whumpee reached their hand up to touch where their eyes where.

"Ah ah", Dr. Yeld warned, making Whumpee jump, "don't touch there. That is still fresh, you could cause another infection."

"I'm sorry, it's just weird. It's not even pitch black like you'd think. It's nothingness", Whumpee explained, as they tried to touch the area again."

"Don't touch Whumpee", Dr. Yeld grabbed Whumpee's hand and pulled it away, "I don't want to straightjacket you."

Whumpee nodded, "I'm sorry."

Whumpee heard Dr. Yeld step away.

They sat quietly and listened to the multitude of sounds in the lab.

Suddenly Whumpee felt someone stop in front of them. They were handed a bag and a cup, then the person seemed to climb up on the metal table and sat beside Whumpee.

Whumpee felt confused.

"I-I'm sorry.... who's their? A-and what's this", Whumpee shook.

"As promised, your chicken nuggets, fries, and drink. I have your desert chilling in the freezer for when you want it", Whumper's voice sounded as though they were smiling.

Whumpee quickly opened the bag and pulled out a handful of fries.

"Thankyou Master, I appreciate this gift", they grinned before stuffing their mouth.

"You're welcome Whumpee", Whumper chuckled.

Whumper studied Whumpee while they ate, "I see Doc bandaged your legs."

"Yes Master", Whumpee nodded, "they said not to use them as much as possible."

Whumpee reached up absent mindedly and scratched around the wound on their eye.

"Whumpee... don't touch your eyes", Whumper tried to pull the hand down but was too late.

Whumpee screamed in pain as Dr. Yeld hurried over.

"What happened?", Dr. Yeld pulled Whumpee to lay down.

"It stings", Whumpee cried. Tears started to come out of Whumpee's eye sockets.

"I bet you they bothered it, but got salt on the wound from the fries", Whumper held Whumpee's hands down so they wouldn't do it again or fight Dr. Yeld from disinfecting the wounds."

"Ow", Whumpee screamed, "it hurts."

"I know Whumpee, I wasn't quick enough to stop you", Whumper frowned, "when Doc gets you cleaned up we will put an eye cover on you, I found a better one that hopefully won't stick."

Whumpee shook violently as they were cleaned up.

"Let's place Whumpee in their cell. Let's do a straightjacket for right now", Whumper started to let go. I'll go in and finish feeding them. Then they can have their dessert and I'll put the new eye cover on them, it needs to get cleaned before they wear it."

"Please no straightjacket", Whumpee pleaded.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, it's for your own good", Whumper turned and walked away.

Whumpee sobbed as the straightjacket was buckled, "I'll be good", they pleaded, "please I don't want this."

"I'm sorry Whumpee. You keep touching your eyes. If you keep doing that, they won't heal", Dr Yeld patted their shoulder, "I know you don't like this fact, but you really don't get a choice on the matter."

Whumpee fell quiet except for their sobbing.

Dr. Yeld frowned when he realized what he said, "Whumpee I-I'm sorry.... I."

"Why did I lose my eyes.... was it your fault?", Whumpee shuddered, "because I didn't get a choice."

"I-I don't know why that infection happened, we had to remove the eyes though, it would have spread, and could have killed you."

"What life d-do I have anyway... I'm just a measly lab rat", Whumpee sobbed as they were lifted from the metal table and placed in a wheelchair.

"I didn't even get to eat all of my special treat either", Whumpee cried a little louder.

Dr. Yeld felt guilt crawl up his throat and leave a knot, "I'm sorry Whumpee, but Whumper did say he would go to your cell and help feed you the rest of your meal. You even get a desert, isn't that exciting?", Dr Yeld reached for the cup of soda, "here have a drink of your soda", Dr Yeld held the straw for Whumpee to drink.

Tears continued from small gaps while Whumpee drank a few sips. Their breathing was labored.

"Why am I still able to cry without my eyes?", Whumpee asked while they were wheeled through the hall.

Dr. Yeld was deep in guilty thought on how to make this up for Whumpee.

"Dr. Yeld? I thought he came with us", Whumpee sighed.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, I was just wondering how to make this up to you", Dr. Yeld walked beside the chair, "what was your question?"

"Why am I able to cry without my eyes?", Whumpee asked again.

"We were able to leave your tear ducts in tact", Dr. Yeld smiled, "you still have the ability to produce tears and cry."

"Oh", Whumpee kept their head down.

Whumpee was laid on their mattress in their cell.

They rolled over and tried to sit up.

"Ugh", Whumpee sighed as they fell back down, "I can't see. I can't walk. I can't use my arms."

The cell door opened again, and closed.

"I heard you were pretty upset", Whumper talked from the entrance, "Dr. Yeld and a few other scientists and guards felt bad."

"I'm sorry Master, I didn't mean to say all of those mean things", Whumpee tried to sit up but fell back again.

"I know Whumpee, you're having a hard time settling in again. You've had a busy week, and today didn't help with your legs getting injured", Whumper stepped over and knelt by the mattress. They lifted Whumpee so they could sit up.

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee sighed in relief.

"Alright I'm sitting down next to you, let's finish your lunch", Whumper plopped down on the mattress, "let's see how you feel after this. You can have the dessert later if you're not hungry."

Whumpee nodded, "may I have another drink please?"

"Of course. You are doing so well with your manners", Whumper held the cup for them, "I'm very proud of you."

"Thankyou master", Whumpee squirmed excitedly.

"You're welcome, it looks like you have a few more nuggets. I think your fries were all gone before the eye accident", Whumper held a nugget to Whumpee's lip.

"If you don't feel like dessert I have a packet of gummies you can have instead. Maybe we can go that route, have your dessert later tonight", Whumper grinned.

"Yes Master", Whumpee agreed.

"Alright that was your last nugget", Whumper chuckled, "how was your lunch.... is it what you wanted?"

"Yes Master", Whumpee smiled, "thankyou."

"Here are the gummies", Whumper fiddled with a packet, "I have a few sour ones as a treat. Your face is funny when you eat sour candies."

Whumpee smiled, "thankyou."

Whumper started to put the candies one by one in Whumpee's mouth.

Whumpee made a face, "that one is really sour", they gasped.

Whumper chuckled, "I know."

Whumpee felt tired after a few minutes.

"Master I'm sleepy", Whumpee interrupted Whumper from their rambling.

"I know Whumpee", Whumper sighed, "I slipped you a gummy to help you go to sleep."

Whumpee struggled to get away from Whumper.

"No, no... none of that", Whumper held them down, "you can't use your legs right now. Earlier you said you were having trouble sleeping, I can't have you being tired unless I'm testing something that requires you to be tired."

Whumpee sobbed as Whumper pulled them to lay down. Their head now rested on Whumper's lap.

"It's just a light drug, I need you to sleep", Whumper rubbed Whumpee's head, "you'll wake up in a few hours. I'll let you have your dessert then."

Whumpee heard the door open.

"Ah, Dr. Yeld, you brought the eye cover", Whumper grinned.

Dr. Yeld looked at Whumpee sadly then handed the cover to Whumper.

"These are nice, and padded. They should lay on your skin nicely and not get stuck to the wound.

Whumper lifted Whumpee's almost limp body and slid the covers on their head and over their eyes.

"There we go", Whumper adjusted the tightness.

After a few minutes of hearing Whumpee's snores. Whumper rested Whumpee on their pillow and covered them up.

"I-I didn't know you were serious about drugging them", Dr. Yeld watched Whumper as they stood.

"They need to sleep, it is harder for blind people to sleep sometimes. They are getting use to this new life", Whumper sighed, "I wasn't acting out of anger and meanness. I truly need them to sleep. I do care for my lab rat. Though I know I have a weird way of showing it."

"I said something to them though, I wanted to apologize", Dr. Yeld frowned and watched Whumpee's steady breathing.

"Oh I heard what you said. I was quite amused actually", Whumper laughed, "I guess you will need to wait until they wake up."

Dr. Yeld made an angry face at Whumper.

"Will you ever tell them you're the reason they got that infection? You're the reason they lost their sight.", Dr. Yeld crossed their arms.

"No, and neither will you. You've done some horrid test on them yourself, remember. If you say anything, I will kill you."

Whumper walked past Dr. Yeld as they exited the room, "remember our agreement and your place in this lab."

"Yes Master", Dr. Yeld cowarded away and looked back at Whumpee.

"Come along", Whumper stood by the door, "we have plenty of things to do."

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[jazztag]

Jazz's Master List

Ongoing series RN (using my own prompts):

A Cure for Solitude: [From #47]

Tropes: Zombie whumpee, medic caretaker, whump, hurt/confort, bl. Plot: Wounded and disoriented, "W" finds himself turned into a zombie in a post apocalyptic future. Not even remembering his own name, he stumbles upon a human survivor who seems to be inmune to the virus, and who is taking it upon himself to find a cure. Said human will grow curious about W, the only zombie who seems to be able to comunicate outside of the usual growls. Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | Tagged as #acureforsolitude

An Encounter in the Snow: [From #18]

Tropes: hero x villain, WW2 setting, villain whumpee, hero caretaker, living weapon whumpee. Plot: Whumpee being a trained living weapon since birth with the sole purpose to destroy and murder the enemy in the trenches. He has no name, he is just a tool bound at the orders and mistreatment of the Regime. He has been named "War Monster" by the Enemy, the Resistance.

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 Tagged as #anencounterinthesnow

Prompts: TAG ME if you use them! I wanna see what you come up with!

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[painsandconfusion]

yoo can u write more yandere whumper? i love the way u write

dang, you guys liked that one huh? sure kids, here ya go

Fix You

[Part One Here]

(tw: forced feeding, yandere, stalking, kidnapping, manhandling, intimate whumper, burning, unhealthy fasting)

“I’m not eating until you do.”

Whumpee eyes Whumper warily, dull, silicone spoon resting heavy in their trembling hands. They let their eyes slide back down to the soup in front of them. Tomato. Grilled cheese next to it. Their favorite artisanal bread. Never before has the worlds simplest meal looked so fucking fancy.

“Not hungry,” they deadpan.

Whumper sighs, leaning back in their chair. “You haven’t eaten in over a day. You need sustenance.”

Whumpee’s eyes flick back up - harder now. “I said I’m not hungry - would you just back off??”

Whumper doesn’t flicker. Doesn’t move in the slightest. They just sit in still silence, same gentle eyes roaming over Whumpee. “I can’t do that, Whumpee.”

Whumpee’s jaw sets. They look away. 

“Come on - I made your favorite.

“It’s not my favorite.”

“It is,” they posit gently. “You were just forced to choose a more refined answer to that question for so long. When you’re unhappy - this is what you want.”

Tears are burning at the backs of their eyes again as they shift their gaze further away - down and to the side. Hardwood floor. If their feet weren’t shackled down, they could make a break for it…

“Please, Whumpee. Do it for me?”

Their hand is scalding before they even register it moving. Soup splattering through the air and slopping onto the ground. Red stains the table and up their arm. “I SAID NO!”

Whumpee immediately snaps their jaw shut, melting back into their chair. Small. Regret washes through them, tailed loosely by cool, curling fear. 

What Whumper might do for them lashing out. The scolding they’d get even from their parents for something like that - let alone a kidnapper. 

But Whumper doesn’t flinch - barely even blinks. Even as the burnt orange splatters up their shirt. “..Whumpee, I-” Their eyes lock onto the soup on Whumpee’s hand. “Oh no- are you okay - is that burning you-?” before their sentence is finished, they’re already up and bounding across the kitchen. In moments, they’re kneeling at Whumpee’s side, not seeming to care about the soup that’s soaking into their jeans.

Whumpee rips their arm out of the way as Whumper reaches for it. “What are y- don’t - don’t TOUCH me-”

Whumper winces, shrinking a little. “I’m just trying to h-”

“WELL STOP HELPING.” Their voice cracks, the tears choking it down to nothing.

There’s a beat of silence, then Whumper rises smoothly. Something in their face hardens. “I’m not going to do that - I’ll never stop helping you.” They snatch Whumpee’s wrist, wrenching it toward them. They blot the cold towel over the light burn.

Whumpee bares their teeth, struggling in Whumper’s grip. “Ss-stop! Lemme go! Lemmego!”

Whumper’s jaw’s set as they scrub away the soup, gentleness starting to wear away with each pass of the towel. “Know what I think?” They step behind Whumpee’s chair, grabbing their other arm too.

Whumpee struggles against them, thrashing in the grip and against the metal around their ankles until it bruises deep against bone. “S-stop! Stop let GO-”

“I think,” Whumper continues, twisting both arms back behind the chair. “That you just aren’t used to this - you’re not used to someone actually caring.”

They wrist and writhe, but can’t break Whumper’s grip. “Wh-what are you talking about???”

The towel shreds in half.

“I think that everyone in your life is so shitty to you that you see something genuinely good as a threat - because that’s the mask they wear to hurt you.”

The towel starts wrapping around their wrists, biting in tight.

“Wh-nngh- stopthathurts-”

Whumper ignores them, tying rough, tight knots. “I think that you need a stronger hand to show you what’s right and wrong.” With one more tug of a knot, Whumpee’s stuck writhing against fabric alone. Whumper’s hands slither up over their shoulders, kneading in.

Lips at their ear have them twitching away, but there’s nowhere to go.

“So you’re going to eat. You’re going to be nice. You’re going to get to know me - and I’ll fix you.” Thumbs grind in - enough to drag a keeing whine from Whumpee’s throat. “Sound good, love?”

Whumpee squirms down, trying to escape the touch that follows them every inch. “Sst-top stop jus-justletme go-”

“No,” Whumper murmurs a kiss to the top of their head and pulls away. They don’t bother cleaning up the mess, they just get a different bowl from the cupboard and ladle a fresh few scoops into it. They prowl back to Whumpee, setting the steaming bowl neatly in front of them. “You need to eat.”

Whumpee glares at the soup, even as a tear trickles off their chin and splatters onto the mess of a table. “..n-no..”

Their scalp burns as Whumper’s fingers twist into it. Their shoulders strain against the sudden angle as their nose crunches against the bottom of the bowl.

Agony explodes around their eyes, fire licking up their cheeks and dripping down their neck. They sputter, thick, splattering air bubbles slopping through the soup as they thrash against Whumper’s hand - desperate to escape the burning. 

“Drink.” Whumper grinds them further down against the ceramic. “You can breathe when it’s gone.”

Whumpee sucks in a desperate mouthful, shoving the fire down their throat out of reflex as much as anything - half of it comes sputtering back up the wrong tube. Curling, grinding fear works up their lungs, following the burn as the acid and blood and tears dance across their throat. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” There’s another hand in their hair. Soft, gentle fingers contrasting the rough grip of the other. Stroking softly. Dancing through their curls and massaging lightly at the scalp. “I’m gonna fix you.”

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[jordanstrophe]

Abandoned whumpee: Final 1/2

CW: Betrayal, team whump, whumper turned caretaker, assassination attempt, hurt/comfort, annggsst

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Whumper watched over whumpee all throughout the night. Whumpee would wake up, not remember where they were, then struggle until whumper soothed them back asleep.

Whumper knew the sleepless nights would catch up with them eventually. They downed a tall cup of coffee, hoping to stay awake until morning...

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Whumpee woke up that morning staring wide-eyed at whumper fast asleep on the bed with them. "Hey." Whumpee spoke, testfully poked whumper's arm. They groaned, but remained out cold.

Whumpee climbed over them and touched their bare foot to the floor, they immediately felt something cold as they flinched. There was spilt coffee at the foot of the bed along with an assortment of papers. They were badly stained, any information whumpee could have gleaned were long gone.

A silver key was dangling from whumper's pocket. If whumpee couldn't find information here, then there would be something elsewhere.

They clutched the key and snuck out of the infirmary. There were guards patrolling the halls as whumpee ducked around the corner. They let the guards pass, before slipping into the hall behind them. Whumpee tried every door they passed, all locked tight and the key fit none of them.

There was one last engraved door at the end of the hall. Whumpee heard the guards coming back around as they trembled and kept missing the keyhole. There was a silent *click* as the door swung open. Whumpee jumped in and shut the door behind them, taking a deep sigh of relief.

They stood in what seemed to be whumper's office; a large wooden desk, walls adorned with weapons, massive bookshelves. Everything whumpee expected whumper's office to look like, really.

They turned on a lamp and rooted through the desk. There were moundfuls of documents detailing whumpee's team. There were things here whumpee didn't even know... Things they weren't classified to know. They were told whumper was a murderer, someone who killed on sight; they took no prisoners and mercy was unheard of.

"Then why did you save me?" Whumpee whispered, looking at a framed picture of whumper proudly standing with their team. "Why capture me for intel if you had it already?"

In the depths of a drawer, whumpee found a roughly bound journal. It was branded with whumpee's team logo. They recognized it; each team carried one to document missions. Even whumpee had their own, though this one looked ancient...

They opened the first page before suddenly, the door opened and the lights flashed on. Whumpee gasped and dropped the book, frozen as they looked up like a deer in headlights. The person staring back had the very same expression. Horror, adrenaline, confusion.

-It was one of whumpee's teammates, dressed darkly and hooded as they took an astonished step towards whumpee.

"Whumpee? You're alive?" They whispered. "How? We thought they killed you." They gasped. Whumpee covered their mouth and clambered back to their feet. They were flooded with relief seeing a friendly face. They tried to figure out how to say a million words in a single breath.

"It's a long story-" Whumpee heaved, "I've been kept here by whumper, I got hurt in the attack and I-I was bleeding out and I was-" Whumpee trailed off with a flicker of doubt. They knew their team would think whumpee betrayed them if they were found alive in whumper's custody. The amount of intel that could be tortured out of them...

"I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't looking right at you." Their teammate filled in the silence, taking a step closer. "To think all this time, you survived..."

They didn't sound happy. Both of their eyes dropped to the journal between their feet, branded with their symbol.

"Ah, I see... So you found it." Their teammate stared.

"Found what? What have you not told me?" Whumpee demanded.

They crouched down to pick up the book, as they heard a *sswick* of a blade being unsheathed. Whumpee stopped in their tracks. They slowly looked up and stared into the tip of a blade and the eyes of someone who was no ally.

"I really am sorry." Their teammate whispered softly. "But you died that day, whumpee. It has to stay that way, for the good of all of us. You understand, don't you?" They took a step closer as whumpee snatched the book in their arms and backed away.

"Oh, come on, don't make this difficult. You've died once for us already. You can do it one more time, can't you?" They tilted their head.

"Can't I know why?" Whumpee's voice broke as their back hit the wall. "I- I didn't give you up, I didn't tell whumper anything. They weren't even what I thought they were... They weren't what you told me!" Whumpee suddenly shouted.

"I'm sure you didn't, you were always loyal. But it was never about that."

The blade came to their throat as whumpee shuttered and closed their eyes. The sound of a blade piercing flesh, a hot splatter of blood hit their chest, yet they felt nothing but cold adrenaline.

There was hollow silence. Whumpee opened their eyes, their teammate's face was blank as they sunk to the floor on their knees. Their silhouette was replaced by whumper, holding a dripping blade with a look of pure hatred.

"They dare set foot in my house!?" Whumper shouted. Their eyes suddenly darted to whumpee, who flinched. Their back was to the corner, face stained with blood, they trembled while hugging the journal to their chest.

"How did you get- ... No, one thing at a time." Whumper stopped themselves, putting the blade out of sight. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?" They asked instead, nudging the corpse off their feet.

"I'm- ... I'm not hurt." Whumpee responded rapidly, trying not to show they were gasping for breath. "They were going to k-kill me." Whumpee touched their fingers to their chest where their teammates blood was splattered. "And you just... S-saved my life..."

"As much as I want to gloat and say I told you so- I'm just glad I got here when I did. Come with me, let's get you changed and we'll talk." Whumper held out their hand.

To be continued, 2/2

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#I'm going to try and conclude the rest of the story in one more final chapter. #whumper #team whump #whump #whump writing #whump stories #whump assassination attempt #caretaking #comfort whump #hurt/comfort #betrayal whump #whump angst #whumper turned caretaker #soft whumper #caring whumper #defiant whumpee #whump escape attempt #whumpee #captured whumpee

[aceofwhump]

The Silencing starring Nikolaj Coster-Waldau

For @whumpers-monthly Shot with an arrow

#the silencing #nikolaj coster waldau #whumpedit #whump #whumpers-monthly #issue no 24 #shot with an arrow #gore tw #shot #pain #on the ground #self care #field medicine #bullet removal #look it counts as that cause he has to remove the arrowhead okay #blood #stitches #shoulder injury #alcohol tw #my gifs #mod post

[echo-goes-mmm]

So we all the love the whumpee-thinks-caretaker-is-their-new-master trope but what if it's true

Caretaker who did buy whumpee, and who does wholeheartedly believes and acts like whumpee belongs to them

But damn it they take great care of their possessions. After all, cats and dogs get spoiled with treats and comfy beds and vet visits when they're sick and cuddles and a form of love

Why should a slave be any different? Especially because caretaker bought whumpee for companionship

Plus whumpee can tidy up, cook for themselves, hold a conversation, and even play games like cards or board games, and can go everywhere caretaker can

That's infinitely better than a cat or dog.

It's just such a shame their old owner was so terrible. Whumpee is so timid now, and nearly skin and bone. But that's nothing a good owner can't fix, right? The poor thing needs some proper structure and attention that's all. It's a good thing whumpee is human. It would be a lot harder to rehabilitate a rescue who can't comprehend speech.

And whumpee doesn't want to leave. Fetching files from a desk and playing checkers and occasionally cleaning the kitchen while master chatters about work is far better than being locked in a cold basement and getting beaten every day

Their new master doesn't lay a hand on them, their version of punishment is no music while doing chores, or no dessert

After all, you wouldn't hit your dog. Caretaker's new pet deserves at least that

#carewhumper #i suppose but caretaker isnt super whumpy here #whump #this is super indulgent #pet whump #i guess but not really #slavery whump #yeah that fits better #its the good master trope #yeah yeah we all know slavery is bad #this is fiction get off your high horse #but like wouldn't this be nice for whumpee?? #its the benefits of being owned (protection. doesn't have to worry about bills/homelessness. possessiveness as care against other whumpers) #plus being told whats right and wrong you dont have to think much as long as caretaker is Clear #without much of the drawbacks of being a whumpee (torture. starvation. lack of social interaction) #i imagine this world is like your typical fantasy/medieval world #caretaker is probably wealthy or a lord with an estate and servants #caretaker got lonely maybe. wanted someone in their life more personally attached than hired help #like personal assistant meets pet whump meets default friend #i do think whumpee and caretaker would become close friends #Meet caretaker: a minor lord who recently inherited the title! #Meet whumpee: caretaker's new slave whos just happy to be fed and have his own bed #journey with them as they navigate the condescension and annoyances of the royal courts! #caretaker needs a friend they can trust while whumpee discovers that they deserve affectionate actually #hurt/comfort shenanigans ensue #head chef edna just wants everyone fed #whumpee have a cookie challenge #get that whumpee a meal #my writing

[whumperer-86]

Too many whump scenes from currently airing dramas

War of Faith cdrama

Midnight Studio Kdrama ep06

#whump #whumper #asian whump #emotional whump #suffering #drama #whumpee #asian whumper #bromance #chinese drama #Midnight studio #kdrama #korean drama #fainted #care taker #concerned for him #carried on the back #feverish #whump tropes #whump community #whumplr #whump prompt #whumpblr

[whumpypepsigal]

Dunkirk (2017): “I can’t see.”

#whumpedit #whumpers-monthly #issue no 25 #blinded #barry keoghan #george mills #dunkirk #movie #whump #attacked #head injury #blind #blood #bleeding #field medicine #first aid #bandages #cared for #care #my gifs

[demondamage]

"If you won't let me brush your hair, I will shave it again."

Drawn on stream until fucking too late ast night--- but the chaos was awesome! Thanks to everyone who made it a good time and hung out!

although looking at it rn I lowkey hate it--- ah well. Is part of life.

UGHHHhhh I need to go work gmorning yalll

Art tag: @whump-tr0pes @whump-queen @whumpsday @whumpinthepot @kixngiggles @onlywhumpcomments @project-xiii @quietly-by-myself @ka1imba @suspicious-whumping-egg @cyborg0109 @whatwhumpcomments @whumpcomica @i-eat-worlds @regrets-realization-acceptance @dont-look-me-in-the-eye @burntcoffeewhump @lonesome--hunter @scribbelle @oddsconvert @painsandconfusion @whumpasaurus101 @sadcatjae @kiratheperson @studyofwhump @sunshiline-writes

#whump #demondamageart #whump art #demon whumpee #demon whump #aziphem #angel whumper #kotarou #noncon care #Does noncon personal care make anyone else go wild? #As a trash gremline I need a hot man to force me to get taken care of #ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH #necrotrophic soul

[whumpitisthen]

Perfect Present

Small little cw: this one has a pretty long noncon undressing scene! I never write nsfw, but this one can definitely be interpreted as suggestive, so just a heads up!

“I never expected to be blessed with such a sweet little present.”

He is numb. The air burns as he is carried past the thick, decorated wooden door. His shivering does not ebb from the sudden warmth, only worsens at the stranger’s words.

It's hard to concentrate on anything but the daunting prominence of approaching death squeezing his heart. Though he lacks the energy to act upon his fear in any meaningful way, he understands that he is in more than a little danger. The snowstorm that had caught him out in the middle of the woods could not have come at a more inopportune time; in a place where the nearest sign of civilisation was kilometres away. The distance would have been no issue if the skies remained clear, but the freezing winds cut through his coat so efficiently that he can only pray his fingers will thaw out in one piece.

“God knows how much longer you would have survived if I hadn't found you when I did.” — They found him collapsed in the snow, too exhausted to keep stumbling on towards what he hoped was the edge of the forest. His skin blue, his boots drenched, his hair frozen stiff from his own sweat; it's a miracle he hadn't fallen unconscious. — “But there is no need to worry now. I will take good care of you.”

It smells like pine and sugar. The walls are alight in colour, reflecting in the pond of his own glassy eyes. Classical music floats from the left as they pass by. He floats along in the arms of the stranger bringing him deeper into his home. In front of the fireplace, he is laid under a marvelous silver pine standing proud and fearless of the flames licking at its leaves from afar. The rug under him is soft, heavenly so.

“There you are. That feels nice, doesn't it? Those frozen little fingers will melt in no time.” — The stranger covers him in thick blankets, providing pillows to lean on as he coos these reassurances to him. — “I will go look for replacement clothes. We can't have you stay in that drenched, muddy coat, now can we?”

He does not wonder why the stranger seems to linger beside him before turning to leave. He does not mind the hand that cards through his hair affectionately, only happy for the heat that passes onto his scalp for a moment. He doesn't see the fond expression on his face, the way those eyes rake over his body slowly, as if taking in a wonderful, serene landscape. He sees no wrong just yet, focused only on his one goal of keeping his own heart beating.

The stranger returns with clean clothing not three minutes later, setting it aside onto the couch for now. With his blanket covered back to him, he shivers incessantly, gasping. Staring into the flames becomes painful, the heat forcing his eyelids closed against his will.

Removing the soaked through boots and pants should be priority in this situation, but the stranger finds himself enamoured by the weakness and vulnerability he shows as he lies there helplessly, curling tighter and tighter into himself. It is awfully difficult to tear his eyes away from those quivering blue lips. One thought comes and passes, offering to keep his clothes on for a while longer, just to prolong his beautiful suffering. Then another, more devilish one supplies him with a darker idea upon witnessing his fragile neck peeking out from under all that fabric — perhaps undressing him would be more satisfying in the end. The urge to peel back every layer coating his divine skin slowly, meticulously revealing flesh to be explored in earnest nests inside him and refuses to leave. Truly, unwrapping a present is half the fun after all.

Perhaps there will be no need for replacement clothes either way.

Wordlessly, he kneels by the bundle of trembling cloth, pulling him closer lightly. With a hand on his shoulder, he turns him onto his back, taking hold of those icy hands grasping the cover like it is trying to escape them. His present looks up at him with wide, terrified eyes; soon that fear will be converted to a more special, deeper kind of fear. He will not be nearly as afraid of the cold as he will be of the stranger.

Those eyes become a little wider when pulls away the blanket, even wider when he straddles him and starts unbuttoning his coat with an eager expression. It takes a couple buttons for his present to understand that this is not right, wriggling and whimpering quietly, confused. He becomes nervous when the buttons run out and his coat is pulled away to reveal nothing but a flimsy dress shirt underneath. It isn't even fully buttoned up, leaving a prominent collarbone exposed under the dishevelled, wrinkled material.

The stranger tuts at him disapprovingly. — “So careless...”

The pause is a little too long for comfort, passed by as the man takes in his form before he returns to unwrapping his gift, a warm knuckle caressing the naked skin as his hands move to the next button. Even through the exhaustion, confusion, terror and pain, the cold mess of limbs understands how dangerous it is to be undressed in such a way in a stranger's home.

“S-S-Stop, p-, stop, no…” — Those blue fingertips come into view as they try to push numbly at the stranger's hands, squirming uncomfortably. He cannot feel if their hands meet at all, but he can hear the slaps as he jerks his hands into the other’s arms and chest frantically, kicking out and twisting.

The man looks at him a while, not bothered in the least. He just smiles at his desperate, yet pathetic efforts at fighting him, fighting back just as weakly by repositioning his head and wrists faster than he could comprehend with his dizzy mind, but letting up right after to watch those limbs fly around like useless flesh worms. Once the struggle becomes more annoying than entertaining however, he simply takes those wild arms and pins them under his knees, securing them in place so he can continue unboxing in peace.

At the miserable grunt that he makes once he realises how trapped he really is, the stranger only hushes him, — “be good. I am only trying to help you, can't you see? You are soaked.”

He had to use so much energy just to force his useless, heavy limbs to do something, but it only amused the man. He feels the shirt open button by button, powerless to do absolutely anything about it. The violent shivering only worsens once his naked skin touches the air, goosebumps rising at the feeling. It's warm, but cold at the same time, burning all the same.

The stranger’s fingers running down his torso bring tears of frustration and humiliation to his eyes, his face contorting into the very definition of misery. His struggles renew when that hand reaches under the shirt, circling around to feel his now swiftly beating heart, while the other cups the side of his stomach bouncing up and down with each of his panicked gasps for air. He cannot bear it any longer once the hand lifts from his chest up all the way under his chin, taking hold of his neck.

“Don’t, d-d-d-don’t, pl-ease, please, I-I-I-I, I c-can’t, I can't —”

“You don't need to. I will take care of you.”

That only makes him sob in earnest. A broken no is all that makes it out before he devolves into fearful whimpers and cries, thoroughly overwhelmed from going through multiple life-threatening crises at the same time. The grip tightens ever so slowly, experiencing the way his neck twitches and pulses, the frigid, pale blue skin stretching over an artery pumping dangerously cool blood hysterically under cruel fingertips caressing it. It's hard to tell through the tears covering his vision in confusing sparkles, but he can definitely feel the intense attention of the man glaring down at him in morbid fascination.

His hand never grows tight enough to strangle him, but it gets very close. Laboured, wheezing breaths already coming out forced now turn even smaller, just a little harsher, thinner, just enough to start hurting from the warm pressure. Once it reaches that point however, it returns to simply lying on top of his neck, an almost pleasant coat over him to slowly warm him through.

The stranger pauses for a moment, considering his thoughts. He makes a decision unbeknownst to his present, and moves to continue removing his clothes instead. His hand slips from feeling up his neck towards his shoulder, helping him out of the coat and the shirt at the same time, revealing even more damp, icy flesh underneath. Skin contact between the two of them brings goosebumps in its wake, as if the lost man's very body itself was flaring up to stretch into the warmth of the other. Scary, dangerous, uncomfortable and wrong, yet so pleasant, necessary, and enchanting at the same time. He needs that warmth to stay alive, but that hand will never let him go once it truly latches onto him.

The fire crackles too loud to hear his thoughts over. Focusing on anything but what is being done to him is a herculean task, only overpowered by the endless ice encircling his lungs. The more naked he feels, the less he fights, with his shoulders now bare and free, and his arms slender and fragile and useless all the same. His boots are pulled off him with little issue, soaked through socks following behind. It feels equally awful, yet relieving to be rid of the heavy, water clogged clothes. A towel is given to him then, the man noticing his shamefully weak arms hugging himself desperately, which then hold onto the towel even more fiercely, laying it over as much of his body as he can. It provides minimal warmth and privacy, but is more than welcome.

His pants are being unbuttoned then, and he kicks out in horror instinctively. He doesn't like this, he doesn't like this! — “P-P-Please, I can, I c-can —”

“No,” — he is swiftly cut off by the stranger, a tone not unkind.

He curses his heavy, frozen tongue for stuttering and failing so miserably, just like the rest of his body. He curses the weather that caught up to him so suddenly, that caused the hypothermia and weakness, the insistent winds that thirsted him into submission, sucking all power out of him. He curses the man most of all, for finding him, for taking him without so much as a question, for bringing him to a warm log cabin, to a lovely little home dressed in glimmer and blown through by an aroma hard to resist, for laying him in front of the fireplace, telling him all the while that he will help, that he is saved, and that he is such a lucky man to be found by him. He curses the stranger for lying to him, and taking advantage of him, and pulling unbothered on his trousers until he is fully naked, in a stranger's home, in the middle of a quiet, snowy nowhere, frozen to near death and sobbing in petrifying fear, forced to endure powerlessness and lay under the stranger as he does as he pleases with him.

The towel quickly shoves downward as his only shield against peering, curious eyes. He begs, though he can barely manage to utter out a single word understandable through his unfeeling lips. He keeps begging, he keeps resisting, he keeps squirming and whining and crying and clawing, but he is simply not a threat. It would not take more than a gentle pair of large, soft hands to peel away his own from his body, bringing the towel with. The stranger pauses again, letting his gaze and touch wander his body, touching just over his navel with such gentleness and hunger that he can barely hold himself from screaming as loud as he can.

Luckily, he stops soon enough, mercifully not dipping any lower to feel him up any more. The unnerving silence — or lack of conversation, to be precise, as the stranger's present is more than vocal about how much he hates this — is finally broken, the man leaning over him rousing himself free from this terrifying, lustful, obsessive mood he put himself into with a couple blinks. His eyes return to focusing on him as a person; as opposed to drinking in his body as a gift. — “There. That wasn't so hard now, was it?”

He takes the dry, heavenly soft towel and bundles him in it with care, lifting and manhandling him into a sitting position looking towards the fire. Another towel comes soon after, massaging his scalp as the stranger begins rubbing his hair dry. It is uncomfortable, but at the moment, he is only glad he is no longer being straddled on the ground, now keeping his knees high up under his chin and his body well hidden under the layers of cover.

The change in mood is not lost on the stranger. — “This feels good, doesn't it? Much better, without all that fighting. You are safe with me.”

“N-N-N-No, I-I’m, I-I-I’m not, I'm not…”

“Shhhh…” — the man shushes him again, sitting down behind him to hug him close, — “it's hard to speak, I know. The shivering will die down soon enough. No need to force it. I know.”

In a sudden all-consuming anger that flares up in his chest at the condescending tone, he jerks backwards to headbutt the stranger holding him hostage in his embrace, in his house, getting way, way too comfortable with his helplessness. It's infuriating; not only his pathetic state of vulnerability making it impossible to even do anything on his own, but that the stranger thinks he can just do anything he wants, that he can just take him and touch him and mock him and talk over him like this, while knowing fully well that the only reason he is still unharmed is because his ‘gift’, as he so creepily put it, is still thawing out from a snowstorm. If they were on equal footing, he would already be unconscious from how hard he'd have pummelled him as soon as he started taking his clothes off.

Unfortunately, even through the fury that takes hold of him, his movements are sluggish at best, and the man easily dodges him both times he tries to fight back this way. Even worse, he laughs, and only holds him closer, squeezing the breath out of him with one arm, and holding his head snapped back over his shoulder with the other, effectively pinning him arched over himself. — “Simmer down, sweetness. You'll hurt yourself.”

He only struggles for a small few seconds, then swiftly runs out of energy. His anger remains, slowly melting like a candle, eating itself alive. — “Wh-Why won't, w-won’t you let me go? Please, just, j-j-just sto-pp t-touching me!”

The list of the stranger's creepy, condescending mannerisms just keeps growing ever longer. This time, he pets his hair affectionately, humming a sympathetic, yet disapproving sound. — “I am not letting you go because you need help. You are shivering like a leaf, poor thing. You can barely move. Barely talk. You cannot take care of yourself.”

“I can, I c-can!”

“No, you can not.” — The facade of gentle kindness slips just a tad, his voice, while still pleasant, cuts with an edge that wasn't there before. There is a finality to his words, almost parental; however, the danger feels much more intimidating than just a usual scolding. The rumble of the stranger's tone right next to his ear doesn't help either. — “Be patient. I will show you how well I can take care of you, you'll see. I am very generous. It's the least I can do, after all.”

It takes an indescribable amount of will to force himself to even understand the extent of his situation, much less fight and argue with a mad man, so he just weeps in silence, going limp once again. He is slowly, excruciatingly warming by the fire, at least. One of his worries will be solved, and he is still alive. That is definitely a good thing. Now if only he wasn't basically kidnapped for that to have happened.

He holds out hope for when he feels better. Once he can move and speak like normal again, and stand his ground — or even just stand, period — he will fight him off, or look for an exit.

For now, he is exhausted. The warmth surroundings him, however unpleasant, relaxes him further into the arms of his captor. His still damp hair is becoming room temperature. His quivering is fading, bit by bit. He still twitches, his lungs still feel less than adequate, and he is just so incredibly tired. The stranger stands up at some point, leaving him for a while. Says he will return with some warm soup — must have gotten bored of waiting in silence. Without the support of the other man, he leans to the side and ends up curled up on the floor, dozing off.

By the time the man returns, steaming hot soup in his hands, he finds his gift passed out, cocooned up in the middle of his living room, right under the christmas tree. It's a delightful sight, even more so once he notices his rough wheezes as he sleeps, a perfect background noise in tandem with the quiet Händel playing in the hallway. It's so peaceful — the snow has covered everything outside with a thick coat, the sun has gone down, the fireplace has warmed up the whole cabin and the food is ready. It is the most perfect Christmas evening, made flawless by having such a pretty little present sleeping soundly under the tree. Vulnerable, gorgeous, far from home and with the sweetest little tears still glistening on his cheeks rose red from the cold.

Nothing could ruin this, least of all an unruly present.

The stranger sits down on his couch, watching intently the delicious sight, sipping on the delicious vegetable soup. He looks so defenceless like that. Naked, bundled up, unconscious. So many awful ideas spawn in the stranger's mind as he fantasises about all the things they will do together. All the fun they will have.

He could keep him in the shed, but not just yet, it's much too cold. He can keep him in his house, but then he will not have his own room. Then again, his gift doesn't need his own room. He could stay in the stranger's bedroom, locked up nice and safe. They could sleep in the same bed… maybe he could even chain him to the bedpost. Have a sweet thing like him always be right where he belongs. He does not need to leave, all he needs to do is let himself be taken care of. Yes, that sounds just delightful.

He will have to make sure to keep him in check. He can already tell this boy will be trouble if left to his own devices. He will need to be tamed. Carefully. He will need to be taught his place. He will need to be punished harshly for every wrong thought that crosses his mind. That's how he will be good enough to keep. Good enough to spoil with all the attention and care he could ever imagine. A good boy, who will keep him company out here, all on his own. The stranger will make him perfect.

No one will hear him scream. He can yell and fight all he wants. He cannot leave here. Not now that he was given to the stranger like this. The best Christmas present he could have ever asked for.

Hopefully by the time next year's Christmas comes around, he will have learned to be thankful for all his owner had done for him on this day, and will have had plenty of reminders carved into his skin, marking him as property, that he will be able to admire from the sofa like he does today. He will watch him wheeze in his sleep, and curl up bare in front of the crackling fire, and he will go up to him then and remind him of the day he was given to him as the most perfect little present.

<3

Masterlist I Ko-fi

#whump #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #my writing #whump writing #fear #sadistic whumper #hypothermia #captivity #noncon touching #noncon stripping #nsft #suggestive #crying #this came out a bit late but eho cares its still Christmas in my heart #it is not massive tho! i have defeated my curse! i can write shorter things!

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumper came down the stairs and glanced at Whumpee.

"Come on, you smell horrible", Whumper stood at the bottom step.

"Yes Master", Whumpee worked to stand up. Their small naked frame shook with the exertion of moving. They fell forward, but caught themself.

Whumper watched them semi concerned, "you okay?"

"Um yes Master, just a little weaker than normal", Whumpee limped toward them, "think I'm a little cold, that's all."

"Mmm-hmm, so you get two options for bathing today. Option one, a warm bath with some medical attention, but you do not get a meal tonight. Option two, you get cleaned by the hose outside, but I'll give you a nice meal for dinner."

"Uhm, may I have a warm bath", Whumpee followed Whumper up the stairs.

"Yes you may, that was a fast decision", Whumper started to walk to the bathroom.

"Yes Mas-master it's cold downstairs, so I think it's cold outside", Whumpee watched as Whumper prepared the tub, they glanced at the toilet.

"You're right it is cold outside", Whumper started the bath.

"Master you said I was right", Whumpee gleamed.

"Yes, I guess I did. You're right occasionally", Whumper grinned.

"Master may I use the toilet instead of the bucket", Whumpee looked at the toilet again.

"Go ahead", Whumper watched them.

"Alright, try not to make too much of a mess, and enjoy.... it... hold on", Whumper noticed something.

Whumpee froze as they had just gotten into the water.

"I'm sorry Master did I do something that made you unhappy", Whumpee worried, 'was this all a joke', Whumpee thought to themself.

Whumpee's skin quivered as Whumper felt around their back.

"No, I think you have an infection on your back", Whumper frowned, "I'll take care of it when I do your medicine."

"Yes Master", Whumpee lowered into the water and exhaled a sigh of relief.

Later Whumpee waited for Whumper in the living room.

Whumper had already finished medical treatment and decided to trim Whumpee's nails.

Whumper came out carrying a steaming bowl of something that caused Whumpee to drool.

Whumper set it on the coffee table in front of Whumpee.

Whumpee didn't dare look at it, but they savored the smell.

'I don't get dinner tonight', Whumpee reminded themself, 'I chose this.'

Whumper sat on the couch and pulled out their phone.

"You can eat that if you like", Whumper didn't pay any mind to Whumpee.

"Master you said I didn't get any dinner", Whumpee sat up on their knees to get closer.

"I know, but that infection on your back is pretty bad. I think your body is weak because of it. It would be better to give it sustenance to help", Whumper watched Whumpee sniff at the bowl.

"You going to eat it?", Whumper frowned.

"I'm sorry Master it smells so good", Whumpee looked at Whumper, "I appreciate this."

"You're welcome, now eat it."

Whumpee almost fell over with how good the food tasted. 'I haven't had warm food in so long and I had a warm bath today even', Whumpee smiled to themself. It made them feel almost human again.... they didn't dare tell Whumper that though.

"I'll get you some better medicine tomorrow when I go out", Whumper eyed the infection again as Whumpee ate, "hopefully we'll get that under control."

Whumpee looked up happily.

When done, Whumpee followed Whumper down to the basement again.

"Why are you acting sad?", Whumper frowned, "I did more for you than I originally intended."

"Yes Master, I apologize. I enjoyed being upstairs with you", Whumpee looked at Whumper sadly, "I'm lonely down here."

"I have one more surprise down here for you", Whumper pointed, "but this is where you stay. Right?"

"Yes Master", Whumpee looked at where Whumper pointed and saw a blanket waiting for them.

They limped quickly to the blanket, "is this for me?"

"Yes for right now at least", Whumper turned to go back up, "don't make me regret my kindness to you."

"Master, thankyou so much", Whumpee looked up at them with a smile.

"Yep", Whumper called from the top of the stairs.

At the sound of the lock, Whumpee pulled the blanket over themself and cuddled into it. They limped to a corner of the room and laid down.

The next day, Whumpee overheard Whumper leaving.

They hadn't seen Whumper yet, so Whumper hadn't taken the blanket away yet.

Whumpee was going to soak in all of the warmth they could.

Whumper now stood in the medicine aisle, looking at all of the options available.

"Sorry, I'm coming beside you", someone stepped closer and grabbed something, "got an infection?"

"My friend does, they're not able to make it into see a doctor right now. I thought I'd help them out. I had no idea there were so many medications though", Whumper frowned.

"Coming from a doctor I suggest they get into see one, but these should help hold them over until they can", the person grabbed something off the shelf, "I always recommend these to my patients."

"You're a doctor huh?", Whumper reached for the products, "thankyou so much, I appreciate this."

"Yes the names Caretaker", they reached a hand out.

"Whumper", they extended their hand for a handshake.

"If your friend needs a doctor, here is my card", Caretaker offered a business card.

"Thankyou", Whumper felt the wheels spinning in their head.

During the next week Whumper watched Caretaker, he knew their routines perfectly.

The medicine that was recommended had cleared up Whumpee's infection perfectly.

"Master, I feel so much better", Whumpee smiled as Whumper applied more medicine to the infected area.

"It definitely looks better", Whumper studied Whumpee's backside, "I'm glad."

"So I'm going out for a drive tonight again", Whumper stood and started to go to the stairs, "what does that mean for you?"

"I am to be good Master", Whumpee smiled up at Whumper, while trying not to draw attention to the blanket that was still down there.

"Good Whumpee", Whumper turned to go, but eyed the blanket, making Whumpee's heart sink.

"Are you enjoying having a blanket?", Whumper turned to them.

"Y-yes Master", Whumpee nodded.

"Good", Whumper sighed as they walked to the stairs, "I'll see you later."

Whumpee cuddled into the blanket after Whumper had left. They were careful not to let it touch the medicine, Whumper would punish them harshly if they messed it up.

Whumper watched Caretaker leave the office and get into their car.

Whumper followed Caretaker to a store they often frequented.

On the way out Caretaker found his path blocked by a car, then noticed his car was on fire.

Before he knew it, he was pushed into the car and they were speeding off from the scene.

"What is the meaning of thi....?", Caretaker was met with a gun, "who are you?"

Whumper had hidden most of their face with a mask.

"Place your phone in your bag and put everything in the backseat", Whumper commanded.

Caretaker sighed as they followed orders.

"Are my things back here? You broke into my car?", Caretaker frowned.

"How do you think your car caught fire", Whumper handed over a set of handcuffs, "put these on, hands behind your back."

Caretaker frowned as a firetruck sped by, "you are twisted."

Whumper chuckled, "you have no idea."

Whumpee heard Whumper crash through the door, and force open the bars that locked the basement.

"Oh no, they're mad", they pulled blanket closer trying to get every ounce of warmth before it was taken away.

Whumper came down the stairs, but someone was with them.

"Whumpee I've solved your loneliness issues, and your medical issues", Whumper announced as they guided the person to a kneeling position, "I can't take you to the doctor, so I brought one to you."

Whumper yanked off a blindfold they had forced onto Caretaker.

Caretaker looked around and locked eyes with Whumpee.

"Where am I?", Caretaker then glanced up at Whumper, "you?"

"Yes, you should really be careful with your personal information", Whumper chuckled, "you never know what someone is capable of."

Whumper unlocked the handcuffs, "if you move before I am at the top of the stairs you'll regret it. Am I clear?"

"Yes", Caretaker felt his throat tighten, this couldn't be happening right.

The bars slammed shut, clearing Caretaker to move.

They stood and quickly went up the stairs.

"It's locked", they came back down and eyed Whumpee.

"How long have you been here? Are you a captive too?", Caretaker frowned.

"I've been here a long time.... yes", Whumpee nodded, "if I may give you some advice."

Caretaker frowned, but nodded.

"Listen and do what they ask, or you'll look like me", Whumpee wasn't brave enough to pull off the blanket yet.

Caretaker sat down in the corner across the room, "I-I'm sorry, I need a little bit to think about what just happened."

Whumpee nodded, "okay", they whispered.

After a while, Whumpee noticed that Caretaker was shivering. They still had clothes on, but it was still pretty cold down their.

Whumpee looked down at their coveted blanket.

'I'm more use to this down here, than they are', Whumpee weakly stood and cautiously carried the blanket over.

Caretaker turned quickly when they felt the blanket cover them.

They looked up and watched Whumpee limp back to their spot.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were naked under their. Please take this back, you'll catch a cold", Caretaker started to get up.

"No please, it's okay", Whumpee whispered, "I'm more used to it down here than you are. We don't always get a blanket down here."

Caretaker frowned, "what have they done to you?"

"I don't really want to talk about what I've been through", Whumpee looked down at their beaten body.

"Okay, I'm sorry", Caretaker sighed.

"Hey Whumpee", Whumper called from upstairs.

Whumpee got up as quickly as they could and went to the stairs.

"Yes master?", Whumpee limped up a few steps.

"Catch these", Whumper tossed down two bottles of water and another blanket, "I'm going to bed, don't be up too late."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou so much Master."

Whumpee handed Caretaker a water bottle.

"This blanket is probably cleaner than that one if you want to switch", Whumpee showed the blanket off.

"It looks thicker though, you use it", Caretaker gave a weak smile, "if you like, I'll give you a full checkup tomorrow, I can't imagine the last time you've seen a doctor."

"It's been a while", Whumpee sat down again, "I take it you were the doctor Whumper said recommended the medication I've been getting."

"Yes that was me", Caretaker nodded.

"Thankyou so much, I didn't feel good. I feel better now", Whumpee smiled, "Master says my back is better as well."

"That's good, I'm glad it helped", Caretaker watched Whumpee curl up on the floor.

"I hope it's okay, I'm quite tired", Whumpee yawned.

"I'll probably turn in soon to", Caretaker sighed. "I guess I don't have much of a choice right now."

Whumpee nodded, before resting their head on the floor, "goodnight, um doctor."

"Goodnight", Caretaker felt their heart ache.

'How long have you been here, and no one knew?', Caretaker thought to themself, 'the world went on, and you've been in the basement of a madman.'

Whumpee stretched out as they made happy sighs.

"I'll take care of you, and I'll get us out of this... somehow", Caretaker whispered, "I promise."

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 @painfulplots @whumpbump @everythingsscary @skittles-the-whumpee @expressionless-fr @theforeverdyingperson @thebejeweledwatercat

#whump community #whumplr #whumblr #whump stuff #whump writing #whump writer #whump ideas #whump scenario #whumper #intimate whumper #whumpee #captives #captive whumpee #captive caretaker #caretaking #caretaker #care whumper #whump #oc #original story #infection #sick whumpee

[rabbitdrabbles]

ok but what about a whumper who wakes up their whumpee super gently. one who cuddles them in their blankets every morning and presses kisses into their hair, hushes their slurred protests with sweet nothings, rocks them slowly and rubs their shoulders as they patiently rouse them.

then, after the initial affection, and after whumpee is good and awake, they’ll drag them off for yet another day of torture.

#basically this is about my OCs #intimate whumper #creepy comfort? #aftercare?? #more like before care lol #creepy whumper #whump ideas #whump prompt? #whump idea #whumperflies #creepy comfort #whump tropes #whump #whumblr #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #whump community #rabbit’s babbles

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

What about a hero whumpee currently captured by the villain whumper, and villain gives them a scar for each person killed by villain or their henchmen {or just non-natural cod} while hero’s there.

Of course, it’s not actually their fault but nevertheless; the hero blames themself for each death and it’s only reinforced by the villain cooing “you deserve it.” right in their ear as they cut each and every scar

#and don’t even get me started on the potential aftermath #oh bonus if someone they care about dies #anyways #my posts #my whump #my prompts #whump #how do I tag this #tw victim blaming #in a way #hero whumpee #villain whumper #captured whumpee #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #ah. heroes who blame themselves for everything… #what no I have no one specific in mind— #nope

[jordanstrophe]

A lonely whumper kidnaps whumpee just to have someone to keep around. They've never hurt them, keeping them tied and tethered in the "remodeled" basement.

One morning when they greet their captive, they're met with a look of pure hatred. It stops them in their tracks, their eyes watering and they bite their lip to keep it from quivering.

"It's painful that you hate me." They woefully whisper.

#whump #whumpee #whumper #whump prompts #whump scenario #creepy whumper #whump angst #possessive whumper #caring whumper #soft whumper #kidnap whump #kidnap prompt #gentle whumper #defiant whumpee

[whumpasaurus101]

Whumptober Day 2

@whumptober

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

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“They don't care about you,” Whumper hummed, running their fingers through Whumpee’s hair as they set the newspaper in front of the other. WHumpee’s glazed eyes slowly moved to the newspaper in front of them.

The big headline read “The Heroic Team Stikes Again with a Blazing Battle.”

Whumpee gulped hard, a tear, slowly rolling down their cheek as Whumper spoke, “How many people are in the photo, love?”

Whumpee rolled their jaw, blinking hard as they rasped, “F-four…”

Whumper hummed in thought, nodding before tilting their head, “And how many would their be on your team when you were with them.”

“Four…”

“Huh…. So- now correct me if I’m wrong- but, that person in the newspaper, that doesn't look like you…”

Whumpee couldn't even manage words, sniffling as tears were streaming down their face as they shook their head.

“Wooowww, it's only been- what- three days? And they’ve already replaced you! I mean- what kind of team is that-”

“Stop..”

“A team is supposed to stick together! Not leave one behind and replace them!” Whumper laughed, “Maybe they’ve never cared about you, Whumpee. Maybe they were grateful I took you out of their hands so they wouldn't be dragged behind because of you-”

“Stop-”

“In their defence, that person does look much stronger than you, they probably bring a lot more to the team than you ever could! Don't worry Whumpee, I’ll settle for you. You're not perfect- in fact- you're far from. But that's okay. I’ll train that out of you, love.” The grip suddenly tightened in Whumpee’s hair, making them cry out. “You can be my mess, can’t you, Whumpee? They don't care about you, but I can.”

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Taglist: @whumpifi

#whumptober2023 #day2 #They dont care about you #whump #whumpee #whumper #emotional whump #whump drabble #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #lee wrote something :o

[echo-goes-mmm]

One Week (Oneshot)

My Writing Masterpost

Warnings: enthrallment, mentioned non-sexual nudity

“Is Master home yet?” asked Pet, his hands on Leon’s knees as Pet kneeled on the floor.

“Not yet,” said Leon, bouncing his leg. He eyed the grandfather clock. If Master wasn’t home soon, he’d be late for work. 

And Leon had the feeling that if he was fired, Master wouldn’t let him look for another job.

“Oh,” said Pet, his face like a kicked puppy.

Poor thing.

Pet had been enthralled by vampires for so long, he’d forgotten how to be a person by the time Master got his hands on him. Master didn’t enthrall either of them, but you couldn’t tell by looking at Pet.

He was so happy and eager to please, like he was still under the spell, but he couldn’t take care of himself like a thrall could. 

Pet was like a dog; helpless if left alone for more than an hour.

Leon shuddered. He looked at the clock again.

He was forbidden from leaving Pet alone in the house, but work was one of his last connections to the outside world. Even though it was a shitty CVS cashiering gig, it gave him an excuse to leave Master’s den. And even better, he could talk to people. Real people, not Pet’s inane chatter.

No offense to Pet, but the boy wasn’t a great conversationalist.

Leon tugged at his turtleneck. He didn’t like wearing them, but covering up his thrall bitemark with makeup was risky. What if it rained?

He rubbed his hands together, and Pet nuzzled into his knee.

“Is Master going to be home soon?” he whimpered. “I miss him.”

“I don’t know,” said Leon, apologetically ruffling Pet’s hair. He refused to agree that he missed Master too, but he kinda did. It was lonely just him and Pet in the huge, dusty, mansion.

The door opened, and Leon let out a breath of relief. Master entered the room, and Leon stood up. Pet crawled over to Master, his hands resting on Master’s thigh like a puppy jumping up for attention. Master petted his hair, gently.

He was always gentle with Pet.

Master’s blank eyes looked him up and down. “Are you going to work, Leon?”

Leon nodded. “Yes, Master.”

“Go on then.”

Leon rushed past the two of them. He hoped his manager would let his tardiness slide. Again.

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“You’re late,” said Keith in a sing-song voice.

“Yeah, yeah I know.” Leon shrugged off his coat and stuffed it behind the counter. “Is Jana here?”

“Nope. I went ahead and clocked you in by the way.”

“Thanks.” 

“No problem. Our little secret. By the way, your mom called the store. Said it was urgent.”

Leon’s heart stuttered. Master had taken his phone when they first met, and Leon was allowed to call home every once in a while.

He wasn’t allowed to tell them he was a vampire’s thrall, obviously.

Leon grabbed the store phone and dialed her number. His hands shook.

“Hello?” Her voice was like a balm.

“Mom?” he choked out. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh baby,” she sighed, her voice strained. “Nana just passed away. Could you get off work?”

“Uh- let me- let me ask, okay? I’ll call you back.”

He hung up. “I gotta go,” he said to Keith, tears welling in his eyes. “My- my grandma-”

“Yeah I heard. I’m so sorry man. Go ahead, I’ll take care of stuff.”

Leon wiped his eyes. “Okay- yeah- uh.” He dialed Jana.

Her phone went to voicemail, and he left a message asking for a week off. He had other things than a job to worry about.

Leon rushed home.

“Leon!” exclaimed Pet as he barged through the door. “You’re back!” Leon could practically see an imaginary wagging tail attached to Pet.

“Yeah, yeah. Listen, where’s Master?”

“In-”

“I’m here,” interrupted Master, standing in the doorway. Leon hadn’t seen him come in.

“My grandmother died,” explained Leon. “I- I know I’m not allowed to leave but I- please. I need to see my family,” he begged. “Just for a week.”

Master tilted his head, examining him. His red eyes stared into Leon’s soul.

“Please.”

“Very well. One week.”

“Thank you!” Leon said, words spilling out of him, “I’ll come right back, I swear-”

Master held up a hand, silencing him. Master stepped aside, gesturing. “Go pack.”

Leon didn’t move. “Can I have my phone? Please?”

Master nodded, and Leon darted past him to gather his things.

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Leon gripped the steering wheel as he pulled into the driveway. He sighed, trying to pull himself together. The two hour drive just wasn’t enough.

There were so many little lies to remember. 

I graduated college. I have a roommate. We live in an apartment. I’m just really busy, so I can’t call much.

The last one was true, somewhat. He was really busy, but he had a vampire feeding off his neck, not a job with demanding hours. CVS was only part time.

He opened the door and lifted his suitcase from the passenger side.

Leon raised a hand to knock, but the door opened before he could, and his mom pulled him into a big bear hug. She smelled like cinnamon sugar.

Mom always made snickerdoodles when she was upset.

“Hi, Mom.” Leon hugged her back.

Mom kissed his cheek and let go, but her hands lingered on his. “Oh, honey,” she said, her voice wet. “You’re so skinny. Come in, come in! I’ll make you some lunch!”

Dad was sitting on the couch, but he stood when he saw Leon. “There’s my boy!” He hugged Leon tight, and he wheezed.

“Hey, Dad.”

“How’s work, bud?”

Leon tensed. “It’s fine. Busy.”

Kris, his sister, thumped down the stairs. God she was getting big. He couldn’t remember what grade she was in.

Hopefully he’d be able to make it to her high school graduation, but his heart knew Master wasn’t that generous.

“Hey.” She didn’t look up from her phone.

“Hey.”

“Kris, could you get Leon’s suitcase?”

“It’s fine,” he interrupted. “I got it.”

He didn’t want her snooping and finding his concealer. He didn’t have time to wash his turtlenecks before he left.

Pet had offered to wash them, but bless him, he couldn’t even read the dials on the machine anymore.

Last time, he’d used fabric softener instead of soap, and they didn’t figure that out until the next day and had to dig through the drawers to find all the dirty laundry.

Leon unpacked his stuff, putting his clothes away in his childhood drawers. 

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He should have been more careful.

Three days in, and in the distress and mourning and visiting relatives, he’d forgotten the concealer.

“Honey,” said Mom, suddenly pulling at the collar of his shirt. “What’s this?”

“What’s what?” he asked, playing dumb.

“This!” she exclaimed, her voice more upset than angry. “Were you attacked? Why didn’t you tell-”

“What’s going on?”

Leon closed his eyes in resignation. Kris and Dad came into the room.

“Leon’s been bitten!”

“I’m fine!” he protested, brushing away Mom’s hands. She looked hurt, and Leon sat heavily on the couch as she examined him.

“I’m fine,” he repeated, looking down at the old carpet. “Master doesn’t even-”

“Master?” Interrupted Dad. “Are you enthralled, son?”

“No! No, I swear. I mean- I’m a thrall but… he doesn’t… he lets me keep my mind.” Leon looked up at his family. They were horrified, and it broke his heart to see his little sister nearly crying.

“You weren’t supposed to know,” he said weakly. “I’m sorry.”

Mom sniffled, and Leon couldn't take much more. “Please don't cry, Mama. Please. I’m sorry,” he begged.

He heard a car pull up the driveway. The hair on the back of his neck stood up.

Leon glanced out the window, and Master stepped out of the car. He was wearing a dark suit, and he held an umbrella to protect him from the sun.

Leon made a terrified squeak. He shot up from the couch, but it was too late. There was a knock on the door.

“Kris,” he begged, “get upstairs.”

“What? No!”

The knock became louder. It would be worse for his family if he left Master waiting.

Leon stiffly walked to the door and opened it. His parents gasped behind him, and he heard Kris run up the stairs to her room.

“Leon,” purred Master. “Let me in.”

“Would you like to come in?” he whispered, and Master stepped through the door.

Master’s cool hand settled on the back of his neck, and they turned to step into the living room. Master hung his umbrella on the coat rack, and Leon bit back a hysterical laugh.

Leon’s parents stepped back as they approached.

“I mean you no harm,” said Master. He sat on the couch, pulling Leon with him to press into his side.

“What- what do you want?” asked Dad, his voice trembling.

“Only to offer my deepest sympathies for your loss.” Master’s hand tightened on the back of Leon’s neck, and he knew Master knew he told.

“Where- where’s Pet?” he whispered, desperate to stave off his punishment.

Master had never hit him before, but that didn’t mean anything. Leon just hadn’t messed up before now.

“In the car,” said Master, easy as anything. “He misses you.”

“Who- who’s Pet? Leon?” pleaded Mom.

Master grinned. “Please, don’t,” begged Leon. His parents didn’t need to see what happened to humans after enthrallment. 

But Master didn’t listen. He whistled loud and shrill, and Leon heard a car door slam as Pet bounded up to the house.

Pet walked through the door and immediately fell to his knees at Master’s feet.

“Leon! Hi!”

“Hey, Pet,” he mumbled. 

“Why’re you sad?” asked Pet, nudging his head at Leon’s hand. Leon scritched at his scalp.

“Because,” he choked out, “my parents are sad.”

“Oh.” Pet frowned. His eyes landed on Leon’s parents, as if he hadn’t noticed they were there. “Hello. Why are you sad?”

Mom stared at Pet and clutched Dad tight.

“Don’t bother the nice people, Pet,” chastised Master.

Pet turned his focus back on Master, laying his head in his lap. “Yes, Master,” he said with a smile and big doe eyes. Leon felt sick.

“Leon,” commanded Master, “open up.” Leon screwed his eyes shut, tilting his neck.

He didn’t want to see his mother’s reaction.

Master’s cold lips latched onto his neck.

He gasped as Master bit down on him, his fangs piercing his flesh.

It hurt this time, and he knew it was on purpose. His punishment for being so careless.

He resisted the urge to push Master away as the horrible pain made him tear up. It was like nothing he felt before; cold fire and stabbing and ripping skin.

His dad made a noise somewhere between anger and fear, and Leon made the mistake of opening his eyes.

Mom was weeping into her hands, Dad holding her close. His expression was twisted, and tears dripped down Leon’s cheeks.

“M’ sorry,” he whined. “Ple-ase-”

Master pulled away, licking up the last few drops as his wound stitched itself back together.

Master slapped him across the face, hard enough Leon knew he’d bruise. His parents gasped. Pet shrank away from the display of violence- and Leon remembered the time he’d seen Pet naked.

It was only once, but he’d never forget the scars on Pet’s back.

“I never understood it,” Master had said. “Torturing humans does no good, nor does it bring me pleasure. I’ll never whip you two like Pet’s old master would.”

Leon had assumed that meant Master wouldn’t hurt him at all.

He was wrong.

Master sat up straight, and Pet scrambled to straddle his lap and nuzzle under Master’s jaw.

“Have you learned your lesson, Leon?”

“Yes,” he whimpered.

“Good.” Master’s hand caressed the top of Pet’s head before gently pushing Pet off his lap.

“Come, Pet. It’s time to go.”

“Is Leon coming, too?”

Leon held his breath.

Master looked at him, long and searching. “No,” he said finally. Leon’s shoulders sagged. “He still has four days.”

Pet followed Master out the door, as joyfully obedient as always. 

The tense air left with Master, and Leon sank into the couch. He rubbed his cheek. It still stung. 

His mom wrapped her arms around him, sobbing into his chest. “My baby boy’s a thrall,” she cried, and Leon rubbed her back.

“I’m so sorry,” he said brokenly.

His Dad said nothing, and left the room.

Leon felt shattered, but then his dad came back with an ice pack for his face.

“We could hire someone,” Dad said, voice empty and tired. “Hunters-”

“No,” said Leon. “It’s- he’s- he’s okay.”

Mom pulled away. “What do you mean?” she asked, wiping the tears off his cheek. 

“He’s never hit me before,” explained Leon quietly. “And the drinking- that doesn’t usually hurt either. It’s just because I disobeyed him. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Dad crossed his arms, and Leon held the ice pack to his face.

“Really,” he insisted. “And- and he’s kind to Pet. He’s not that bad.”

“ ‘Pet’ is enthralled. Think logically, son.”

“He’s not, though,” continued Leon. “Pet- he- Master stole him from another vampire, after he killed her. Pet spent so long under, his mind is just… gone. Master has taken care of him ever since.”

“Why?” Mom asked.

Leon shrugged. “Pity, I guess. He really is gentle. Master let me keep my job, and my money. He lets me go out, sometimes, and he got me a birthday present. It could be worse, Dad, I swear.”

Mom and Dad exchanged looks. “I don’t even pay rent,” he offered with a little laugh. “Or food. Just internet, cause Master is an old codger.”

Mom tucked his hair behind his ear. “Okay, baby,” she said. “We’ve got four days. What do you want to do before you have to go back?”

Dad sagged in defeat, and Leon’s heart swelled with love.

“Could- Could we make cookies? Like when I was a kid?”

Mom kissed his forehead. “Of course we can, honey,” she said, smiling through her tears. “Every kind you want.”

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#i like to think Leon's mom sends him care packages after this #full of cookies #my writing #whump #vampire whumper