#doctor caretaker

[whumpy-bi]

Whumpee slowly pushed their eyes open, a soft groan escaping them as harsh light shined down on them. They heard shuffling to one side, before a face came into their line of sight. Whumpee breathed a sigh of relief—it was Caretaker.

“Wha…” They swallowed, feeling how dry their mouth was. “What happened…?”

Caretaker replied in a soft murmur, pushing Whumpee’s hair back to look into their eyes for a few moments before adjusting the blanket over them. “I don’t know how much you remember, Whumpee, but…you’re okay, I got you out of that place. I’m just making sure you’re okay, now…can you see alright? You can hear me clearly?”

Whumpee eventually nodded. Caretaker was wearing gloves, they noticed…gloves with blood streaked on them. “Yeah…wh—what happened, though?”

Caretaker frowned, glancing down at their hands and tugging the gloves off. “Right…you were pretty hurt when I got to you, Whumpee. Whumper very likely had every intention of killing you.”

Whumpee winced, remembering the grinning face of their torturer just before they’d passed out. “Yeah, I remember that part…”

Their friend gave a sympathetic hum. “I had to take you to my office, to patch you up properly. But once you’re feeling up to it, we can go home, okay?”

They smiled at that, shifting slightly. “That’s good…my head hurts, Caretaker.”

“Hmm…yeah, I’d expect that.” They gave a sympathetic nod. “I can get something for that, alright?”

As Caretaker stepped towards the door, Whumpee mumbled again.

“Can you turn the lights down?”

“Of course, Whumpee.”

#whump #whumpee #whump writing #writing #caretaker #rescue #whump aftermath #supportive caretaker #doctor caretaker

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Request if thats ok? (Medical whump/ caretaker and whumpee) :

Whumpee is waking up out of anesthesia or chemical restraint and is delirious and emotional. Loving caretaker/doctor is there to shush there cries and calm them down.

Hi Anon! That’s perfectly ok! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

Whumpee stirred on something soft. They could just make out the sound of steady beeping; they forced their heavy eyes to open. At first, the world was completely blurry. When it cleared up, Whumpee’s glassy eyes went wide. Fluorescent lights shone down on them, accompanied by a stark white ceiling. Where were they!? Whumpee wracked their brain for an answer, trying desperately to remember something. Their thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening. Whumpee quickly turned their head to see Caretaker in the doorway, dressed in a white lab coat and holding a clipboard.

“Whumpee, you’re awake.”

Caretaker sounded mildly surprised. What was Caretaker doing here? Shouldn’t they be at work at the hospital right now? Why were they here? What was going on? And for the love of all things good, where were they!?

“W-where-?” Whumpee tried.

“Shhh.”

Caretaker quickly crossed the room and sat down at Whumpee’s bedside. They took their hand and rubbed soothing circles into it.

“You’re in the hospital,” Caretaker explained.

Whumpee tried and failed to sit up.

“W-why…mm.”

Why couldn’t they talk!? Tears sprung into Whumpee’s eyes. They just wanted to know what was going on!

“Don’t try to speak yet,” Caretaker said softly, “you’re just coming out of heavy sedation. My colleagues and I had to operate on you. You were panicking, which was understandable of course, but you were aggravating your injuries. The only thing we could do to calm you down was knock you out.”

Whumpee sniffled, the tears coming down fast now. They wanted to ask Caretaker so many questions, but they could barely make a sound.

“Whumpee, shh, it’s okay,” Caretaker soothed, “it’ll wear off soon, I promise. Please don’t try to talk.”

Whumpee stared at Caretaker pleadingly.

“I’ve taken the rest of the day off,” Caretaker said, “I’m gonna stay right here, okay? Would it help if I told you why you’re here?”

Whumpee nodded weakly, sniffling again. Caretaker reached over and wiped their tears for them.

“So… you’re in the hospital because you were hit by a car,” Caretaker explained, “shh, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay! You’re gonna make a full recovery. Someone called 911 as soon as it happened, we got you here and the operation went just fine. You have some broken ribs and some bleeding, but it’s nothing you won’t heal from, and I’ll be with you through the whole process.”

Whumpee squeezed Caretaker’s hand as hard as they could manage, which wasn’t very hard at all, but it got the point across. Caretaker smiled and squeezed it back gently. It would be a while before Whumpee woke up properly, but Caretaker was there for them the whole time, ready to explain everything again if need be.

ko-fi

tags: @mythixmagic @infinityshadows @fishtale88 @thelazywitchphotographer @the-beasts-have-arrived @princessofonwardsworld @surplus-of-sarcasm

#whump #as requested #medical whump #med whump #doctor caretaker #whumpee and caretaker #hospitalization #forced sedation #sedation #drugging #writeblr #creative writing #writing #snippet #hospital whump #whumpee x caretaker #whumpblr #whump community

[rizzoto-whump]

As soon as Whumpee entered Caretaker office, they could tell that something was very wrong. They noticed the bruises, the way Whumpee flinched when they tried to perform routine examinations, and the overwhelming sense of fear in Whumpee's eyes. Still, Whumpee tried to hide their pain, forcing a smile and attempting to make small talk with Caretaker.

"So, Caretaker… umm… how's your ballet classes going?"

"Whumpee, I need you to be honest with me. What's happening to you? Who's responsible for this?"

Whumpee hesitated, their eyes filling with tears. They wanted to tell Caretaker, but the fear of Whumper's wrath kept their lips sealed shut. "Nothing's wrong, Caretaker. I just fell down the stairs last night, is all. No big deal, really."

#whump #whump prompt #bruises #traumatized whumpee #sadistic whumper #implied abusive relationship #protective caretaker #whump tropes #whump scenario #hidden injury #doctor caretaker #medical whump #hurt/comfort #patient whumpee #hospital whump

[fluffyblueblanket123]

I want to share my favorite whumpee and caretaker dynamic!

Scared and nervous whumpee and medical personnel caretaker

#whump #whump community #i don’t know why #but i do #scared and nervous whumpee #doctor caretaker #nurse caretaker

[zoethehead]

Sharing this,

There's not much to make a whumpee with(besides some neck bandages and some blood coming from the mouth) but you can either make a whumper or a caretaker.

Despite him being an incubus and being covered in blood; Lawrence is a caretaker, not a whumper. He is also not one for sex or sexual attraction.

In general: he's the Herbert west of the incubi and succubi. He'd rather work on medical stuff rather than doing a sex.

#whump #picrew whump #whump picrew #picrew #nonhuman caretaker #incubus oc #caretaker #demon caretaker #surgeon caretaker #medic caretaker #doctor caretaker

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Whump Recovery Prompt: Marrow Transfusion

"What the fuck is a marrow transfusion?" Whumpee asked, their eyes narrowed. "That sounds suspicious. I don't think it exists."

"You lost a great deal of marrow when you shattered most of your bones in that fall," the doctor responded. "We had to flush it out of your system so it wouldn't damage your brain. You need a blood and marrow transfusion as soon as possible."

"Brain damage from spilt marrow? Sounds made up."

"I assure you, it isn't. You could die if we don't help you."

"You are sure as hell not putting me under."

"The procedure is extremely painful."

"Do you think I'm afraid of a little pain?"

#Whump #Whump prompt #Marrow transfusion #Surgery #Medical whump #Doctor caretaker #Patient whumpee

[i-eat-worlds]

The Subject Part 4

Here it is… Hope you enjoy :)

CW: Pet Whump, Medical Whump, Hospital Setting, fear of punishment, character with stutter, this one is pretty chill.

Rory Friedman Memorial Recovery Center Findings and Observations from Initial Examination of B127 Dr. Chase Brenner, MD, Ph.D.

My initial examination of B127 revealed evidence of long-term abuse while he was kept at Hemlock Labs. While his condition remains stable, and I’m optimistic about the chances of recovery, the abuse he received was substantial. B127 had several dissection scars that were built up in layers, suggesting that dissection and operation-like procedures were carried out repeatedly. His ribs appeared to be bruised and/or broken from repeated surgical trauma. He will need to receive scans to search for any internal injuries or malformations caused by their experiments.

About an inch down from the edge of his rib cage was an obviously infected cut about four inches long. Five stitches were placed in the wound, though they were pulled too tight, and several of them had ripped. Questions answered by the patient revealed that the apparent purpose of the incision was to access his stomach to “see if it had been healed properly.” I administered pain medication via an IV, and cleaned, restitched, and dressed the wound. We will need to monitor his GI tract closely for signs of disruption.

The patient appears to have undergone a more rigorous mental conditioning course than most. While the vocal cords were not severed, he did not talk until I prompted him to, and his voice was hoarse and scratchy. I’m worried he might start to develop a stutter. I believe that he hasn’t talked in at least a year, though longer is probably more likely. He didn’t wiggle, squirm, whimper, or cry while on the exam table, a common reaction from most patients. He was confused as to why he was being given pain medication when I was restitching his wound and stated that “It is trained not to feel pain. You don’t need to waste them on it.” Notably not referring to himself in the rst person. This leads me to believe that the surgical trauma B127 experienced was without anesthesia or any form of pain control at all. He is also malnourished and dehydrated and will need nutritional support in the coming months.

I think I will be able to introduce him to the rest of the ward in a day or so, though the presence of internal injuries might complicate the socialization process. We will need to enlist a physical therapist, to readjust him to walking, and we might need to consult a speech therapist if speaking diculties develop. However, I am optimistic about B127’s chances of success.

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B127 had never been so comfortable before. After the strange doctor had examined him-with pain meds-which was weird enough on its own, but even weirder because Dr. Brenner had barely done anything. The doctor had just cleaned and bandaged-actually bandaged-his wound, then put him in a wheelchair and pushed him into another room. He had offered to crawl, like Dr. Glassener would have had him, but Dr. Brenner had insisted that he be in the chair. Dr. Brenner had wheeled him into a room called a bedroom. It was dark but warm, with a bed pushed up against the wall, surrounded by monitors. The floor was a warm wood, and several paintings of landscapes hung on the wall. The doctor then slowly scooped him up and set him gently on the bed. B127 had never felt something like it before, at least not that he remembered. The mattress was so soft it felt like he was laying on a cloud, and the sheets weren’t itchy or scratchy. Before he could stop himself, he was curled up in the warm blanket, face pressed against the smooth sheets. It was a heavenly sensation, so far away from the cold cage with a hard floor. Dr. Brenner didn’t seem surprised by B127’s reaction, letting him burrow in the covers for a moment before gently tapping on his shoulder. “Hey, B127?” He froze up in fear at the touch, straightening himself out to lie at, his muscles relaxing unnaturally. The doctor tried to hide the anger that ared inside him. The boy thought he was going to be hurt. Because he was comfortable. “It…It is s…sorry, Doctor.” He stuttered, fear shaking his body.

“Hey, look at me.” B127 eyes jarred upwarps. “I’m not going to hurt you, hon.” He held up a little button on the side of his bed. “This is called a call button, okay?” The subject nodded. “While you sleep, if something starts to hurt, if you are thirsty, or if you need anything, it will summon a nurse. Her name is Alica. She’s very nice, she won’t hurt you. Do you understand?”

“Y…yes, doctor,” B127 said, voice still a monotone.

“Hey, let’s get you back under the covers.” Dr. Brenner said as he slowly placed them down on top of the subject. “Feel free to make yourself comfortable. Try and get some sleep tonight, okay? And if anything starts to hurt, please use the call button. No one is going to hurt you, B127. You’re safe.”

B127 wished he could believe it.

Tag list (can you believe I have one of these?): @stabby-nunchucks

@rainbows-and-whumperflies @pigeonwhumps @suffering-and-misery

@wolfeyedwitch

#whump #pet whump #medical whump #medic caretaker #doctor caretaker #hospital setting #fear of punishment #caretaker #caretaker new master #stuttering #caretaker new whumper #whump writing #worlds babbles #dr.brenneroc #b127oc #the subject #conditioned whumpee #pet whumpee

[aspergirl2022]

Where are the Immortal Caretaker?

I see a lot of Immortal Whumpee, but no Immortal Caretaker ?

A Caretaker who did self organ harvest to pay their student's debt and now is doing it for a living?

A Caretaker who transplant one of their organ to Whumpee so now Whumpee share the same ability?

Even just a doctor Caretaker who sell their organs to the Black Market because they want less people on the transplantation waiting list?

#Immortal Caretaker? #kinda immortal Whumpee? #Doctor Caretaker #Medical Caretaker

[whump-a-la-mode]

Taming The Tiger

I know I’ve been silent on here for a while, and there’s a lot of reasons for that (mostly college. oops). But! I’m back! And with a new series!

Taming The Tiger tells the story of Doctor Elizabeth Ada, an expert in the field of contemporary sentient artificial intelligence. Frequently at odds with the Committee for Ethics in Sentient Artificial Intelligence, Doctor Ada believes in the humanity of AI and that they deserve kindness and respect. The Ethics Committee, however, considers sentient AI to not be only on par with animals, but with dangerous ones. They believe that the only way to train an AI for service is through beating it into submission.

Desperate to get Doctor Ada off of their back, The Ethics Committee prepares an ultimatum: If she can take a broken, violent, aggressive AI and prepare it for service within three month’s time, they will accept the humanity of AI, and treat them humanely.

Doctor Ada accepts, only to be given an impossible task. Or, more so, an impossible person: ALEXS class service AI unit #189.

Will Doctor Ada’s methods work, or will Unit #189 prove unfixable?

Containing: Artificial intelligence whumpee, inhuman whumpee, female whumpee, defiant whumpee, pet whumpee, doctor caretaker, scientist caretaker, dehumanization, whumpee distrusting caretaker

Part One Coming Soon!

(I don’t draw much, but I wanted to make some designs for both major characters in this story)

Doctor Ada:

Unit #189:

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #lady whump #femwhump #robot whump #android whump #robot whumpee #android whumpee #artificial intelligence whump #artificial intelligence whumpee #ai whump #ai whumpee #whump series #doctor caretaker #scientist caretaker #doctor whump #scientist whump

[themastergifs]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MICHELLE GOMEZ (November 23, 1966)

#dwedit #doctor who #gomez!master #usertennant #userteri #usertoph #multi #deep breath #into the dalek #the caretaker #flatline #in the forest of the night #dark water #death in heaven #the magician's apprentice #the witch's familiar #extremis #the lie of the land #empress of mars #the eaters of light #world enough and time #the doctor falls #ours #by lanie

[notyoujamie]

#dwedit #doctorwhoedit #doctor who #modern who #my gif #** #*dw #twelfth doctor #clara oswald #missy #the caretaker #the magician's apprentice #under the lake #before the flood #the zygon invasion #knock knock #compilation

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hi I love your writing and wanted to request 4+6+9+10 from your hurt comfort ask game

Hi mgmcprfan3! Thank you so much for the kind words and for requesting this! Here you go!

The nurses wheeled Whumpee into the operating room. The gash in their side had started to bleed through their bandages, which only added to Whumpee’s growing panic.

“Is it bad?” Whumpee asked.

“You’re gonna be fine,” one of the nurses said, “we’re going to take care of you.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m gonna die, aren’t I?” Whumpee said, their breathing growing shallow, “I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die!”

At that moment, the doctor strode into the room. In their panic, Whumpee barely recognized their friend, Caretaker. Caretaker moved past the nurses and gripped Whumpee’s hand.

“Whumpee,” Caretaker said, “you’re gonna be fine. I need you to calm down though, or this will be a lot harder.”

“I don’t wanna die, Caretaker,” Whumpee said tearfully.

“I’m not going to let that happen,” Caretaker promised, “nurse, administer general anesthesia.”

An oxygen mask was strapped over Whumpee’s nose and mouth. As Whumpee took short, shuddering breaths, gas flooded their lungs. Caretaker rubbed their thumb up and down Whumpee’s knuckles and softly spoke to them.

“Deep breaths, Whumpee,” Caretaker said, “deep breaths. That’s it, you’re doing great.”

Caretaker inhaled slowly, hoping to model a breathing pattern for Whumpee. Whumpee took a deep breath in, quickly growing more tired. Within seconds, Whumpee was out like a light.

Caretaker immediately got to work. They unwrapped Whumpee’s bandages and winced at the gash underneath. A nurse handed them a cloth and a bottle of antiseptic. After cleaning Whumpee’s wound, Caretaker took a needle and thread and started on Whumpee’s stitches. Once that was done, the nurses wheeled Whumpee out of the operating room and into a hospital room. Caretaker followed closely behind, not wanting to let their friend out of their sight.

…

Caretaker sat by Whumpee’s bedside as they stirred. Whumpee slowly opened their eyes and turned their head to look at them.

“Told you you’d be okay,” Caretaker said with a smile.

“I’m not dead?” Whumpee asked.

Caretaker laughed softly.

“No,” Caretaker said, “we got you patched up. You’re gonna make a full recovery.”

Whumpee smiled weakly. They began to blink slowly. They fought to keep their eyes open, but their body was clearly trying to drag them back under.

“Go back to sleep, Whumpee,” Caretaker whispered, “you’re safe.”

Whumpee didn’t hesitate. They let their eyes flutter shut and drifted off into a deep sleep. Caretaker breathed a sigh of relief. Whumpee was going to be okay.

#whump ask game #med whump #hurt/comfort #writing #writeblr #creative writing #whump #as requested #anesthesia #snippet #ask game #hurt/comfort ask game #whumpee x caretaker #patient whumpee #doctor caretaker

[thefiresofpompeii]

clara voice maybe if i lie to my boyfriend about my situationship and lie to my situationship about my boyfriend the lies will cancel each other out and become one big truth again . surely this will work

#dw #clara oswald #doctor who #twelve #jamie.txt #jamie catches up #mummy on the orient express #flatline #the caretaker #doctor who series 8 #danny pink #twelfth doctor

[swpdz000]

they're like bugs

#degrees of lewdity #dol #shrimp is drawing #oh my god #too bad we can only have 10 villagers on one island #sadge #okay here comes the tags #help #harper the doctor #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #bailey the caretaker #kylar the loner #robin the orphan #remy the farmer #eden the hunter #avery the businessperson #whitney the bully #briar the brothel owner #alex the farmhand #wren the smuggler

[thekingofspin]

I love the look of "since when?" the doctor gives clara at this because Adrian is meant to directly mirror the 11th doctor who clara very obviously loved

like:

#i have not stopped thinking about 12clara for WEEKS #their chemestry is so beautiful #also i love this episode because seeing 12 jealous of danny the whole time makes me laugh #dr who #doctor who #12th doctor #peter capaldi #the doctor #11th doctor #matt smith #the caretaker #clara oswin oswald #clara oswald #whouffaldi #whouffle #12clara #twelveclara #11clara #elevenclara #danny pink

[inkyquince]

cw. Baby trapping. Ranging from dub to noncon. Somnophilia, desperation versus spite. Pseudoincest because Morgan is Morgan.

Characters. Kylar, Avery, Harper, Morgan, Bailey, Whitney, Remy.

Baby traps you out of desperation:

Kylar. You can't leave him now, not ever! Not when you two are forever joined with the life growing inside of you. Would prick holes in the condoms you tell him to use, or just smears his own fingers with cum before fingering you greedily. Even crushes up fertility pills and puts them in your drink, watching you drink it down with wet, staring eyes. You wouldn't be allowed near anyone else the moment it's confirmed you're carrying his kid.

Avery. If you're leaving him before he leaves you. Leaving the town for university, leaving him for someone better off, or for love. You let him down easy, with a soft smile, and thank him for all the years of help. Help. What he had done for you reached beyond help. He was your saviour from god knows what. Anger burns in his veins but he just breathes low and even before asking if you want to have one last evening, just like the old times. How could you say no? You should have said no. You think it'll just be slow, soft, goodbye sex but the moment the handcuffs come out, you realise it won't be. In the hot tub, on the bed, against the balcony railing, Avery drills into you, slamming in deep with every thrust. You should have known to try and run when you reminded him of the condoms in his back pocket and he took them out just to throw them in the bin right in front of you. Cums deep inside of you every time, groaning into your neck. Dawn slips in through the curtains and Avery lights another cigarette before looking at your spent body next to him. Do you think your had any future now, with anyone or anything else, when swollen with a child?

Harper. You were going to be released. After so much time together at the asylum, you'd leave the intimate nest that kept you close to him at all times. He had been so blind to every thing other than his work, his work and you, that he hadn't realised that the time for you to go had arrived. Just one last night together. So he creeps to your room, just to watch you sleep a bit. Just that. Just watching. He always likes you like this, unaware and soft. He watches, soft, until he can't watch anymore. No more mandatory therapy. No more check ups. No more washing you in the shower, soapy fingers slipping between your thighs. Harper could make it mandatory, but who would make you go? What could force you to keep coming to him, to his office, to his embrace? Well, it's obvious. It's the time of your life that would be the most closely monitored with doctor's visits and check ups. He doesn't even take his shirt off, just shuck his trousers down to his thighs and climbs on top of you. Doesn't matter if you wake up. His desperate rutting into you, making sure to cum deep inside, the thoughtless need of it all, it doesn't feel like a disgusting act of violence, but tastes like the honeymoon night, with the only person for him.

Morgan. He always wanted grandkids. He loves grandkids. Seeing his baby round with life, and knowing it'll tie them to their papa for the rest of their life filled him with blind euphoria. No one could ever take you away from him, not like everyone from his wife, to the town had tried. You were his baby... He just had missed you so much. Doesn't help that you seemed so lonely at times, asking him to go to see your friends and go to your part time job. After all, he was the one insisting on home schooling and special cuddles since he made enough for the both of you. You needed to be home. You could have your baby for company, the same way he had his own for company. "Let daddy make you happy." He whispers to you, even as you act out. He just wants you to be happy. His baby deserves it all, his cock, his seed, your own bundle of joy.

Baby traps you out of spite:

Bailey. Maybe you ran your mouth just a bit too much that day. Maybe he was sick of your love sick puppies coming to the door and whine for some time with you. Maybe he just happened to grit his teeth to the point of pain as one of his brats sat before him, belly swollen as their baby daddy sat next to them, making plans to take them off his hands and live full time with them instead. Another source of income cut off. Maybe it was because you were his best earner and god knows if you fucking used protection. It didn't matter. What mattered is that, despite your pleas, he wasn't going to pull out. Slamming deep inside of you, hissing under his breath that you'd never be able to leave with any of your little boyfriends, not when another man's child grew in your belly. Later he might regret snapping like that, now that you had his brat. He might. Or he leans against your door frame, staring as you slept, shirt riding up to show the subtle bump of something growing inside of you.

Avery. But this time, if you're being bad. You ghosted him, you spurned him, you ran around with everyone in town without sparing a thought for the man that handed over enough money for you to thrive amongst Bailey's brats. Perhaps his snaps when he sees you flirting with one of his superiors, or that stupid kid you ran around with. Perhaps he waits outside the pub, smoking his imported cigarettes down to the filters until you appear, tipsy and looking like a whore. It doesn't take much to force you into the back of his car, ripping at your shirt to force it up, over your head to force your arms up, restraining you. You were his first. You were the one that was so perfect on every date before this rebellious streak. You've humiliated him. So there's nothing he'd want more than to return the favour. And when you're round with his child, and in need of support, he'd laugh. No one would believe you, a common street rat would have been forced to carry his child, him, a respected businessman. Doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy your hole squeezing tight around him as he roughly ruts into your poor guts.

Whitney. You dirty fucking whore. Running around with the greasy rat, the loser and the religious freak while he proclaims you as his bitch? Did the collar, did the tattoo, did your sore hole mean fucking nothing? So he corners you in the bathroom, snickering with his friends as he boxes you into the stall and begins to undo his belt. His bitch deserved a litter if you were going to let anyone who sniffed around you fuck you. Also it's just funny. The way the teachers would look at you with disappointment, the way your other dogs would stop sniffing around you. The way your uniform won't fit you at all in just a few months. Whitney still can't decide if he should show you off, the knocked up slut all for him, or to make you beg for him to keep you around. After all, the way you squealed and kicked on his cock, even now had him fucking dizzy.

Remy. Of course it made perfect sense. What sort of cow produces even more milk? One swollen with a calf. It helps that the idea occured to him after you made your latest successful escape attempt and Wren was the one to return you to your proper place in life. It's hard to run with a swollen belly, and milky tits. Maybe it would even endear him to you, snuffling into his hand, wanting some attention since your stupid, empty brain thought of him as master and as mate. So, with you struggling and huffing in your breeding bench, Remy sends everyone else out. He should just use some of the semen that the bulls deposited earlier, but why should he? Not when you were his favourite for so long, licking his fingers clean when the juices from the apple stained his skin. The one he looked forward to seeing the most. The one he fisted his cock to, imagining the way you'd keen and whine with his cock rutting into you and filling you up with his own milk. He could also prepare a room for your calf to live in, just so you'd paw at him to let you see his only heir, the one to inherit it all, even if they did have soft cow eyes and spotted, velvety ears.

#dol #quincewrites #degrees of lewdity #nsft #kylar the loner #avery the businessperson #harper the doctor #morgan the sewer dweller #bailey the caretaker #whitney the bully #remy the farmer