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Hello! I would like to order a delirious whumpees with an extremely high fever resting badly to seeing caretaker (Who has pretty visible Burn scars covering part of their face and/or body) wearing comfy or otherwise loose fitting clothing and with their hair up (maybe they get scared of them, maybe they start to cry because they think caretaker is hurt)

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Whumpee tossed and turned in bed, their fever climbing dangerously high. Caretaker entered the room with a washcloth and a bowl of ice water.

“Hey,” Caretaker said softly, dipping the cloth in the bowl and dabbing it on Whumpee’s forehead.

Whumpee only whimpered in response. They looked up at Caretaker through hazy vision.

“Caretaker?” they asked, their glassy eyes going wide.

“Yes? What’s wrong?”

“Y-you’re hurt!” Whumpee cried weakly.

“Huh?”

Whumpee feebly reached up and cupped Caretaker’s face. They then promptly burst into tears.

“How did this happen?” Whumpee sobbed.

“How did what happen?” Caretaker asked.

Whumpee didn’t answer. Caretaker needed help and fast. They clambered out of bed, despite Caretaker’s protests, and hurried over to the medicine cabinet.

“Whumpee, you need to stay in bed!”

Whumpee rummaged in the cabinet until they found the ointment for burns. They rushed back to Caretaker. They had just unscrewed the cap when a wave of dizziness washed over them.

“Put this on,” they slurred, squirting some of the medicine onto their fingers.

“Whumpee, what are you doing?” Caretaker asked.

Whumpee just managed to dab some of the soothing gel onto Caretaker’s face when their knees buckled. Caretaker caught Whumpee before they could crumple to the ground.

“Come on, let’s get you back to bed,” Caretaker said gently.

“No! You’re hurt! I need to help you!” Whumpee wailed.

“Whumpee, I promise I’m not- oh.”

Caretaker felt the side of their face, the side with the burn scar, the side where Whumpee had desperately applied medicine.

“Whumpee, I’ve had this for years, remember?”

Whumpee shook their head, tears flowing freely.

“We need to treat it now! Or it’ll scar!”

Caretaker gently manhandled Whumpee back into bed, then picked up the washcloth. Whumpee snatched the washcloth out of their hands and started dabbing at Caretaker’s scar.

“Does that feel any better?” Whumpee asked.

“Whumpee, I-” Caretaker put their hand on Whumpee’s, “-yes, it feels much better. I think you’ve covered everything, I’m gonna be just fine.”

Whumpee breathed a sigh of relief.

“G-good, that’s good…”

“How about you try to go to sleep, yeah?” Caretaker asked.

Whumpee was already out before Caretaker finished their sentence. Caretaker sighed, taking the washcloth and rubbing the ointment off of their face. They planted a soft kiss on Whumpee’s forehead, feeling the heat radiating off of them. If anyone needed medicine, it was Whumpee. Caretaker left the room to go fetch them some fever reducers. Meanwhile, Whumpee twitched and fidgeted in their sleep, subconsciously worried about their friend.

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[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Guys my requests are still closed but there's a new whump blog in town called @whumpdrivethru that takes pretty much all the stuff I write and then some. Just no NSFW whump. Their requests are open and yes I'm part of the blog so this is kinda shameless self-promotion but there are other writers there too who are really good at what they do and they'd be happy to write you something! Just thought I'd put that out there since I'm taking forever to get through my old requests.

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[whumpdrivethru]

can i get a whumpee who was kidnapped by whumper and interrogated, but it turns out whumper got the wrong person and whumpee is completely innocent. whumper feels bad for what they did but can’t risk letting whumpee go in case they tell authorities. now they’re stuck with each other but whumpee is still extremely terrified of whumper, and they have to try and make whumpee feel safe again. (hope this makes sense, thanks!)

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“I-I told you,” Whumpee whimpered, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Whumper backhanded Whumpee across the face. Whumpee cried out and shrank back in their chair as far as the bindings would allow.

“I’m growing impatient with you, [Name],” Whumper said coldly, opening a switchblade, “I guess I’ll just have to make another mark.”

“Please!” Whumpee begged, “I’m not [Name], I swear!”

Whumper plunged the blade into Whumpee’s shoulder. Not very deep, but enough for Whumpee to scream.

“Enough of your games,” Whumper growled, “it’s impressive that you’ve kept up the lie this long, but-“

“Boss?”

Whumper sighed in exasperation.

“What?” Whumper barked, not looking away from Whumpee.

“We’ve found [Name] in a safehouse near the docks,” Right Hand said, “turns out this one is just a doppelganger.”

Right Hand gestured to Whumpee.

“What!?” Whumper said, whipping around to face Right Hand, “then who have I been interrogating!?”

Whumpee let out a choked sob as blood dribbled from their various wounds.

“Go,” Whumper said, “bring them in, I’ll deal with this one.”

Right Hand nodded and left the room. Whumper turned back to Whumpee, any traces of anger gone from their face.

“Hey,” Whumper said, “shh, it’s okay. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Whumper started to untie Whumpee. Once they were freed, Whumper stood back to give them their space. Whumpee shakily stood up, then their knees buckled. Whumper dove to catch them.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Whumper said, “I should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to stand. What’s your name?”

“I’ve been trying to tell you,” Whumpee stammered, “my name is Whumpee.”

“That’s right, you did say that,” Whumper said softly, “…it’s gonna be okay, Whumpee. I’m going to take care of you.”

Whumper discreetly pulled out a soaked rag. They gently but firmly placed it over Whumpee’s mouth and nose.

“Hm? Mmph!?”

“Shh,” Whumper said, “I’m so sorry. Just go to sleep.”

Whumpee struggled in Whumper’s grip; their efforts were pitiful at best. Eventually, Whumpee drifted off in Whumper’s hold.

…

Whumper sat by Whumpee’s bedside as they slept. They had brought them to the best guest room in their mansion. At first glance, one wouldn’t even know it was more than just a guest room. But upon closer inspection, one would notice the tiny security cameras, the bulletproof, locked windows, and the reinforced door that only had a lock on one side- the outside. Other than those things, it was a beautiful room, and a much better space than Whumpee’s previous arrangements.

Whumper watched the steady rise and fall of Whumpee’s bandaged chest with bubbling guilt. They had taken an innocent person and subjected them to a horrific interrogation that had lasted for hours. It was a wonder the poor thing was still alive.

A gasp roused Whumper out of their thoughts. They looked to see Whumpee trying and failing to sit up in bed.

“Hey hey, easy now,” Whumper said, pushing them back down, “it’s okay.”

Whumpee’s eyes fell on Whumper, and they flinched hard.

“Wh-Where-” they started.

‘Where are you?” Whumper sighed, “I’m sorry to say you’re in your new home. My home.”

“What!?”

“Don’t excite yourself, it’s all going to be fine,” Whumper said, “let me explain everything.”

Whumpee didn’t speak. Whether it was because they genuinely wanted to hear them out or because they were terrified, Whumper wasn’t sure.

“I am the leader of a certain organization,” Whumper explained, “and there has been someone, someone called [Name], that has been getting in the way of my plans. Unfortunately for you, you bear a striking resemblance to them, and my men took you instead of them.”

Whumpee just stared with tears in their eyes.

“I’ve made a terrible error,” Whumper continued, “and as much as I would like to patch you up and send you on your way, I can’t do that. I’m afraid you’ll be staying with me for the foreseeable future. I am truly sorry, Whumpee.”

“You mean… you’re not letting me go?” Whumpee asked.

Whumper shook their head.

“Again, I am sorry.”

Whumpee stared off into nothing while tears ran down their face. Whumper reached out to comfort Whumpee, but they flinched again. Whumper sighed and retracted their hand.

“I’ll leave you alone to get acclimated,” Whumper said, “if you need anything, press the call button on the wall and someone will come in to assist you.”

Whumper stood and headed for the doorway. They heard Whumpee sniffle just as they crossed the threshold and closed the door, locking it behind them.

“Boss?” Right Hand asked.

Whumper looked over at Right Hand.

“Anything they need, Right Hand, it’s theirs,” Whumper said, “but don’t let them leave the building. Heck, don’t let them leave that room. They’re hurt, and the last thing my conscience needs is to learn that they died from a botched escape attempt.”

Right Hand nodded. Whumper left to clear their head, trying to ignore the sobs that came from Whumpee’s room.

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[whumpdrivethru]

Hi there, can I get… uhh… maybe a drunk or drugged whumpee accidentally spilling their secrets to their friend/caretaker, with a side of whumpee x caretaker. And —hmmm— maybe some soft caretaking sprinkled on top of that?

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Whumpee stared in awe at the way the light reflected in their drink. The way the bubbles fizzed incessantly and how the ice clinked lazily at the bottom of the glass. It was so… beautiful.

“Whumpee?”

It took a good ten seconds for Whumpee to register that someone was speaking to them. They swiveled their head around in the direction of the voice.

“Caretaker!” Whumpee slurred happily.

“Whumpee, you don’t look so good,” Caretaker said, brows furrowed, “how much have you had to drink?”

“Jus’ the one… it’s so pretty, just like you, Caretaker, look!”

Whumpee shoved the glass in Caretaker’s face. Caretaker examined how the bubbles were too fizzy, the way the ice had sank to the bottom. Their eyes widened in horrific realization.

“Whumpee, we’re leaving,” Caretaker said, taking them by the arm.

“Nooo,” Whumpee whined.

Caretaker ignored Whumpee’s protests, dragging them out of the bar and into the parking lot. Whumpee was quite unsteady on their feet, lurching forward and to the side with every step they tried to take. By the time they got to the car, Caretaker was practically carrying them. Caretaker helped them into the passenger seat.

“Hmm,” Whumpee said, reaching up and cupping Caretaker’s face, “so pretty.”

Caretaker’s face turned red.

“You’re not well,” Caretaker said, mostly to themselves, “that’s why you’re saying things like that.”

Caretaker buckled Whumpee’s seatbelt for them; they closed the door and practically ran to the driver’s side. They drove out of the parking lot and down the street.

“Wher’re we goin’?” Whumpee mumbled.

“Hospital,” Caretaker said, “you’ve been drugged, they can get it out of your system.”

“Caretaker?”

“Hm?” Caretaker asked, not taking their eyes off the road.

“I love you.”

Caretaker blushed again. As much as they wanted Whumpee’s words to be true, they knew they were only saying that because they were under the influence of some drug.

“You’re not thinking straight,” Caretaker eventually said, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of this.”

…

Whumpee had passed out on the way to the hospital, which of course only served to worry Caretaker more. They now sat by their bedside, waiting for them to wake up. Caretaker almost dozed off when a groan roused them. They blinked awake and looked at Whumpee, who was blinking hard and holding a hand to their head.

“Hey,” Caretaker said, “how are you feeling?”

Whumpee turned their head.

“Caretaker?” they asked, “wha- what happened? Where-”

“You’re in the hospital,” Caretaker said, “you were drugged… do you remember anything?”

Whumpee’s brows furrowed in concentration. They opened their mouth, then closed it. They shook their head.

“I don’t,” they said, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, Whumpee, you-”

“Can you tell me what happened?”

Caretaker froze.

“Uh, well, like I said, you got drugged… I came up to you and you were really out of it. I got you out of there and to the car, and I drove you here.”

Pink decorated Caretaker’s cheeks as they spoke. Whumpee tilted their head.

“…did I do something bad?” Whumpee asked.

“No!” Caretaker said quickly, “no, of course not. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Whumpee sat up in bed.

“I must’ve done something,” they pressed, “you’re acting really weird.”

“It’s nothing, honest! You just…” Caretaker sighed, “okay, you said you loved me.”

Whumpee blushed deeply, their face blank.

“I know you didn’t mean it though!” Caretaker added quickly, “it’s okay, I understand you weren’t in your right mind. I mean, do I like you, yes, but I know you don’t feel the same way so I never said anything, and… heck.”

Caretaker looked away, feeling embarrassed. Slowly, Whumpee took their hand.

“But I did mean it,” Whumpee said softly.

Caretaker looked back at Whumpee.

“What?”

“I mean, I don’t remember saying it, but I know I’ve felt that way for a while now. I figured you didn’t feel the same way, and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Caretaker stared at Whumpee, their mouth agape.

“So, um, now what?” Whumpee asked.

Caretaker blinked, shaking their head.

“How about, I take you home once you get discharged, and we’ll go from there.”

Whumpee smiled.

“Sounds good to me.”

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[whumpdrivethru]

Hey.. uhh.. can I get an order of enemy soldier finding a civilian who's injured and takes pity on them? Civilian is probably shot or has a broken bone and soldier provides basic first aid and comforts them and stuff. Maybe even a side of trying to keep civilian awake?? It can end with whatever you want :3

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Soldier marched down the streets of the ruined city. They were meant to be looking for survivors. Gunfire rang out behind them, sounded like one of their fellow soldiers had found a survivor. Soldier shuddered and heard a whimper and the sound of rubble shifting. Soldier whipped around, aiming their rifle at the noise. They stared into the frightened eyes of a civilian.

“P-please,” they begged.

Soldier held their rifle tighter, despite their shaking hands. Their finger hovered over the trigger, but they couldn’t bring themselves to squeeze. Another gunshot in the distance. Another survivor. Soldier cursed and slung their rifle over their shoulder. They knelt down next to the civilian and started pulling the rubble off of them. They saw their eyes start to flicker in and out of focus. Their lids started to slip closed.

“Hey,” Soldier said, slapping them, “none of that. Talk to me. What’s your name?”

“C-Civilian,” they said tearfully.

“Keep talking,” Soldier said as they worked, “are you hurt?”

“Yes,” Civilian said.

“Where?”

Soldier got their answer when they removed the last piece of rubble trapping Civilian. Their leg was bent at an unsightly angle. Soldier winced at the sight.

“I’m gonna pick you up now,” Soldier said, “it isn’t safe here.”

Soldier heaved Civilian up into a bridal carry. Civilian screamed.

“Shush!” Soldier hissed, “I know it hurts, but you can’t make noise.”

…

Soldier laid Civilian down on the bed. They didn’t know whose house this was, but they obviously didn’t need it anymore. Half of the roof was blown off and it was a wonder the bedroom was intact at all. Fortunately, this part of the city had already been scoured by Soldier’s comrades. No one would be coming back here anytime soon.

Soldier pulled out a first-aid kit from their pack.

“I need to set your leg,” Soldier said.

“Please, no-”

“I know what I’m doing. I was in medical school before the war. Please, it needs to be treated.”

Civilian looked at Soldier with pleading eyes, then nodded. Soldier worked quickly, trying to ignore Civilian’s screams. Once their leg was in the splint, Soldier sat back and breathed a sigh of relief.

“There,” they said, “that will keep it still. You need to see a proper doctor, but this will do for now.”

Civilian sniffled and nodded.

“Thank you,” Civilian said.

Soldier sighed again.

“I’ll take you to the train station in the morning. We can only go so far on foot.”

“Train station? I don’t understand-”

“We need to get you to a doctor. The nearest town is several miles away.”

“But why are you helping me?”

Soldier smiled ruefully.

“I don't agree with killing civilians. Besides, I’ve just betrayed my country for you. Seems a pity to abandon you now.”

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[whumpdrivethru]

Hi! Can I get, uhhh... a meal of high fantasy whump with a knight whumpee getting hit with some kind of a lightning spell. I'd love it if they get dragged to safety by other party members afterwards!

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Cw// electrocution, bone breaking, gore/body horror, burning, emeto, insecurity

Knight was running when pain struck their body. Their team was winning, but Knight was specifically targeted by the others’ mage. It seemed their tactician had planned this. Suddenly, they regretted wearing metal armor. It only seemed to amplify the agony that ripped them to shreds. At least, it felt that way.

Knight would have almost preferred it.

They fell, losing their footing and tumbling down a rocky hill. This time, they were grateful for their armor. As singed as it was from the attack, it held as Knight rolled, scraping at the ground for something to stop their fall. The rocks and gravel slipped through their fingers and their helmet cracked against a large rock.

The clang reverberated around the helmet, Knight’s hands coming up to their ears, but it did no use as they couldn’t get their hands under the helmet in time. Their ears rung. Their body burned. Any exposed skin was rubbed raw and cut from sharp stones. They didn’t know if the enemy mage was following them, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was stopping their fall.

They couldn’t even do that.

Finally, after they came to a stop at the bottom, they let out a shaky exhale. They hurt in more places than they did before they fell. They couldn’t move their right leg. They could feel their skin melted to their armor, which was still hot from the attack. The only thing they could smell was their burning flesh, singed hair, and they gagged.

They struggled to pull their helmet off, managing to throw it to the side and roll over onto their hands just in time to empty their stomach into the gravel. The motion of that alone caused a wave of pain that forced them down to their elbows.

“Fuck,” they whispered, looking away through tears. The mess was speckled with blood. They didn’t even want to imagine the internal damage the lightning caused. Besides the external burns, which the medic could handle (at least they thought he could) there was still a matter of their insides. They were almost roasted alive, their armor becoming a sort of Brazen Bull, for fuck’s sake.

“Knight! Knigh-“ Swordsman screamed when Knight looked up. “Holy- fuck, I’m coming!” Swordsman knelt beside them and helped roll them over again. “Knight, what happened?” Knight groaned, wincing as Swordsman took them from under the arms.

“The mage got-“ they gasped their leg was shifted. “Got to me. Lightni-“ they screamed as their armor was jostled. “Lighting. The fucker,” they spat through the agony, shaking their head. They were seeing spots. They begged the spots to take over their vision, to pull them under so they didn’t have to deal with the pain any longer.

But they didn’t.

The pain kept Knight awake and sobbing, chest burning in embarrassment. They forced themself to stay quiet as Swordsman lifted them to their good leg, pulling an arm around his shoulder. Their broken leg screamed as it brushed the ground, eliciting a heaving sob from them.

They were crying in front of Swordsman. What a baby.

If Swordsman shared the sentiment, he didn’t make it noticeable. He mumbled comfort and reassurance into their ear whenever they whimpered or cried particularly loud. Knight was grateful for that.

“You’re going to be okay, Knight,” he squeezed their hand. “We’re going to help you. Just a little further now. Nice and slow.” Knight shook their head, letting it fall forward. The sky was a crisp blue, not a cloud in the sky. It would be nice if they weren’t dying. They looked at the gravel instead, the stones blurring as they limped along.

Each small step forward was more painful than the last. “I can’t- can’t do this, Swordsman,” Knight gasped, letting out a pained whine as Swordsman stumbled. Their armor was heavy. It was weighing both of them down. Swordsman was strong, but he couldn’t hold up the tank that was Knight in full armor. “Just leave me here,” Leave me here and save yourself, Swordsman. I’m-“ they burst into body wracking sobs, making Swordsman collapse and bringing Knight down with him. “I’m not worth it!” They wailed, digging their fingers into the gravel. “I’m- I’m sorry… please, forgive me.”

Swordsman laid there for a minute before he wrapped his arms around Knight. They seemed to freeze as he tightened his embrace. They obviously weren’t expecting Swordsman to feel this way after they dumped their insecurities onto him. Swordsman inhaled deeply, breathing in the stench of burnt skin. He gagged quietly and closed his eyes, trying to hold his breath. He couldn’t stand to see, or smell, his best friend in their current state. Knight lifted an arm with difficulty and let it fall against Medic’s back.

“Knight? Swordsman?” Swordsman sat up.

Medic. And Archer and Bard and Leader.

“Guys? The-“ footsteps pounded the gravel as the rest of the team ran to them. “The reinforcements are pushing the enemy back. Knight-“

“Knight’s injured. The other team’s mage hit them with a lightning spell. I don’t know how badly they’re hurt, but-“ Medic’s features twisted into worry. Swordsman could see the panic behind his eyes.

“I need to help them now.” It was easier to pick up Knight with the rest of the group assisting Swordsman in lifting their body. Knight’s moans and cries of pain made everyone uncomfortable, not just Swordsman. They felt guilty. Guilty that they couldn’t help their beloved teammate any more at the moment. They felt worried. Worried for their safety and survival. Knight’s survival depended solely on the team’s haste and their own will to live.

Please let them be alright, God, Swordsman prayed as the team helped them to the boat. He trailed behind, holding his own injured arm. The adrenaline had finally worn off and it began to sting. A minor injury that didn’t need treatment.

Not compared to Knight. They were the priority now.

Please, I need them to be okay. Please.

———

I’m Quill and I hope you enjoy your meal. Come again soon :)

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[whumpdrivethru]

Hello again! Can I get a Parting Words Regret trope, where Whumpee and Caretaker got into a bad fight, and Whumpee storms off, only to be kidnapped and is never seen again? I would also like some extra guilt on Caretaker's side, please!

-- @whumperofworlds

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Warnings: kidnapping, whipping, pet whump, self destructive behaviour

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"I never wanna see you again!"

Caretaker didn't realize how much of a lie that would be.

Whumpee stomped off without saying anything, holding up a middle finger. And then they weren't seen again.

It'd be an understatement to say Caretaker was stressed. They'd lost countless hours of sleep over it, filed a police report, some friends sent messages asking about meals. They got ignored.

At this point there was close to nothing they wouldn't do just to see Whumpee again.

Whumpee on the other hand was in a similar boat. All they wanted was to see their friend again.

"C'mon Whumpee, time for today's walk," Whumper said, walking into the room with a leash. Whumpee didn't move. They didn't feel like moving.

"On-nly if-"

CRACK

Whumpee screamed as they got whipped with the leash, Whumper kneeling down and securing it to their collar, hoisting them up in a way that made it hard to breathe.

"I said time for a walk. You don't get to make demands here."

Whumpee sobbed, being tugged along through the halls of Whumper's massively luxurious house.

They stopped at an outdoor lounge on a balcony, Whumper sitting and having conversation over tea with a friend while Whumpee was forced to kneel next to their chair until they were done. Whumpee leaned towards the railings of the balcony, watching the people below.

They were yanked away from the railing to be put back in their room for getting too close to the edge while Caretaker shook their head.

Their friends were right, they needed some sleep. There was no way Whumpee had just been looking down at them from a balcony at Best Friend's house.

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Infected Burns

Cyborg Whumpee

Knight Whumpee Hit by Lightning Spell and part 2

Enemy Soldier and Injured Civilian

Confessions of a Drugged Whumpee

Where Even Diamonds Shatter

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Burning Delirium, Part 2

The Weight Words Hold

Rough Night

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Hello! Can I get a worried Caretaker helping Whumpee with their infected burn wounds? Thank you!! :D

Hey there anon! I’ll get that started for you, thanks for choosing the Whump drive thru!

Caretaker entered Whumpee’s bedroom with a roll of bandages and medicine in their hands. They sat down at the edge of the bed then patted the lump under the covers.

“Whumpee, sit up, I gotta change your bandages.”

There was no response from the lump. The only sign that it was Whumpee under there and not a bunch of poorly stacked pillows was the fact that the lump was shivering.

“Whumpee, come on. I’ll be quick.”

When Whumpee still didn’t comply, Caretaker sighed and pulled back the covers. Their eyes widened. Whumpee’s eyes were screwed shut, and their breathing was short and labored. Caretaker reached out to check their forehead and recoiled at the heat they felt there. They pulled back the rest of Whumpee’s blankets to reveal their heavily bandaged body. Caretaker took Whumpee’s arm and removed the bandages to check the burns underneath. Angry little abscesses were scattered all across them, and a bit of yellow fluid seeped out of them.

“Oh my gosh, Whumpee,” Caretaker breathed.

Caretaker practically threw the bandage roll and medicine aside. They winced at what they were about to do. As gently as they could, they slid an arm under Whumpee’s legs and another behind their back. Whumpee cried out as Caretaker lifted them up into their arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Caretaker said, “it’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

Caretaker ran to the garage and laid Whumpee in the passenger seat of their car. They shut the door and got in on the driver’s side.

“Just hang on,” Caretaker mumbled, backing out of the garage and driving straight to the emergency room.

…

Whumpee floated in and out of consciousness for hours. It was only when they registered a sniffle did they force their bleary eyes to open. At first, nothing was in focus. There was another sniffle. They turned their head to the source of the noise and the world gradually cleared up. Caretaker’s face came into view, along with the sight of stark white walls and medical equipment.

“Whumpee?” Caretaker asked, wiping their eyes, “oh my gosh, you’re awake!”

“Yeah?” Whumpee blinked slowly, “wha’s goin’ on?”

Whumpee looked around some more. They noticed their entire body had been dressed in fresh bandages, and there was an IV in their arm.

“You scared me half to death,” Caretaker continued, “I thought you- well, never mind what I thought. What’s important is you’re awake, and you’re gonna be okay.”

Caretaker didn’t sound convinced at their own words. Whumpee stared at them, puzzled. What was going on? Caretaker seemed to pick up on their confusion.

“You’re in the hospital,” they explained, “for infected burns.”

“Infected?” Whumpee asked.

That didn’t make any sense. Sure, Whumpee had gotten burns in that accident, but Caretaker was taking care of them; they had given them bandages and medicine and everything. How could the wounds have gotten infected?

“I’m sorry, Whumpee, I should’ve taken better are of you. This is all my fault.”

Caretaker buried their face in their hands as they spoke. Whumpee reached out with a bandaged hand and took one of Caretaker’s.

“It’s okay, Caretaker,” Whumpee said, “I’m gonna be fine, like you said. I don’t blame you for anything.”

Caretaker nodded, but they still looked worried. Whumpee opened their mouth to reassure them some more when a wave of lethargy washed over them. Whumpee blinked slowly, their eyes impossibly heavy. They distantly registered Caretaker adjusting their blanket and running a hand through their hair.

“Hmm,” Whumpee murmured.

“Go to sleep, you need to rest,” Caretaker’s voice echoed.

Whumpee didn’t need to be told twice. They let their eyes swiftly fall shut and they drifted off a moment later.

…

Caretaker sighed as Whumpee fell asleep. Their IV was pumping them full of painkillers and antibiotics, which Caretaker supposed would explain their sudden drowsiness. It was a miracle the doctors had gotten them stable. Caretaker only hoped Whumpee could forgive them.

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Hello! Can I get a group of whumpers kidnapping a whumpee to get to Caretaker, who they wanted revenge against? Thanks so much!

-- @whumperofworlds

Heyyyy! Coming right up. Thank you for choosing the whumpdrivethru. Hope you enjoy 💙

Vengeance for Your Woes

TW: Blood, bruises, kidnappingggg, restraints, light torture, drugging, unconsciousness, choking, an instance of dehumanising language, defiant whumpee, male whumpee, sadistic whumper (First Whumper), non-con touch (non-sexual), captivity, bone fractures, violence, smoking and holyyyy crap, this is the longest tw list I've ever written

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"That is it!" First Whumper screamed, slamming their boot into the door, kicking it open.

Second Whumper groaned, massaging their left temple where a migraine was threatening to form in anticipation of one of First Whumper's frankly child-like temper tantrums. And the second the leader learned that Third Whumper hadn't had any luck finding Caretaker, wherever the hell she was, it was just going to get better from here.

"I didn't find the bloody idiot," First Whumper huffed, practically hurling themselves onto an armchair, throwing one leg over the other.

"Ah, I really couldn't tell," Second replied dryly, letting the ghost of a smile grace their lips.

Braver people than Second would have crumbled under First's dark glare, their whole face contorting into the very definition of fury. "This is really not the goddamn time for you to get smart with me, Second." 

Second Whumper merely rolled their eyes as their commander barked at some servant of theirs to fetch them a lighter and their slowly dwindling pack of ridiculously expensive cigarettes.

"Can you not do that in here? My asthma's still acting up," Third remarked timidly, as they wiped at their hair, still somewhat wet from the shower. They were the newest member and a little younger than both their teammates, thus not as numb to First's rage as Second was.

Choosing to disregard their comment, First Whumper turned to them, slowly exhaling as smoke came out of their mouth in phantom shapes. "Got any closer to finding Caretaker?" they asked, voice dangerously calm. 

Third shook their head, refusing to meet First's steely, stormy grey gaze. The latter sharply sucked in a breath, slowly letting it out again. "I'd be pissed at you, but that would be stupid, considering I couldn't find her either," they spat, flicking the ash off their cigarette.

"This is a sign of growth. First realising they can't do something too. Calls for celebration," Second mentally quipped, deciding the best course of action was to keep that to themselves, absolutely revelling in the look of utter shock on Third's face.

The three Whumpers all had a bone to pick with Caretaker, an infuriating bastard who'd crossed them a whole lot more than once. Stealing from them, ruining meticulous plans and even going as far as killing some of their best men, all acts servicing her misguided and highly annoying sense of heroism.

Second's smugness wasn't completely lost on First, probably taking note of their languid gaze, "Well, got anything useful to add, Second? Or are you just going to turn your nose up at us?" Their eyes held a glint of danger as they blew a ringlet in Second's direction.

The person in question merely smirked at them, turning the full weight of their gaze on them. "Actually I do. The reason we've been failing every time is because we've been doing the exact same thing every time. As an insane man does. I say we lure Caretaker over to us," they replied evenly.

Third leaned forward, resting their elbows on the table, eyes sparkling with curiosity while First raised a skeptical brow at them, flicking the ash off of their cigarette. "Well, Caretaker doesn't care about anything in the world, aside from this person called Whumpee. A friend, family member, lover, I'm not sure, but what matters is, Caretaker would do literally anything for Whumpee. I found out about his existence just today. So, if we get him here, maybe rough him up a little, she will come crawling right to us," they finished, the ghost of a smile playing on their lips.

"There's just one thing wrong," Third remarked, raising one eyebrow, "If we can't find Caretaker, how the hell will we find Whumpee?" 

Second's smile sharpened. "We're lucky that he decided to go camping all by his lonesome in the woods, not too far from here."

First nodded in approval, discarding their practically dead cigarette. They were going to show Caretaker just how much it cost to be their enemy.

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It had been easy, far too easy to sneak up on Whumpee, to stick a chloroform-soaked cloth onto his mouth and nose and watch in delight as his struggles died down and, his pointless screams became muffled as his whole world spun and faded to black. 

He was light and slender, and while he was somewhat fit and muscled, he wasn't a fighter, not as dangerous as either the Whumpers or Caretaker. So breaking him shouldn't have been a problem. The simple concept of the irrational sensation of all-consuming fear that accompanied regaining consciousness in an unknown place should've scared him into submission. 

"Wake up, sunshine. It's playtime," Second taunted, roughly patting his cheek. 

Whumpee's bright blue eyes burst open, and like they expected, he resembled a deer in headlights, frantically looking all around him, as his chest rose and fell rapidly with panic. "Wh-who are you?" he rasped out.

"Friends of Caretaker," Third replied evenly, their jaw clenched and their face stone-hard, surprisingly menacing when they wanted to be.

"Wh-what did you do to her?" Whumpee accused, growing a little bolder.  "I swear if you lay a hand on he-" 

"Aw you poor, little lamb," First cooed, caressing his jaw, their fist tightening on his face when he tried to pull away in disgust, "Caretaker's not here, but we're hoping you'll be our lucky charm and lure her here." 

Whumpee's face contorted into a scowl, while First's lit up with a grin. This was going to be fun. 

They seemed to have gotten a little carried away with 'roughing him up', carving deep, ugly lacerations into Whumpee's skin with a pen knife, also leaving fist shaped bruises in disgusting shades of purple of brown, snapping several of his ribs underneath their boots.

"I think I should throw my punching bag out. You are a whole lot better," First remarked, rolling their shoulders and grinning savagely at him. 

"Screw you," Whumpee spat, only to be rewarded with a knife stuck in his shoulder and an animalistic snarl of pleasure. Even though this was characteristic of almost every one of their hellish torture sessions, First Whumper never got tired or bored, actually claiming to find Whumpee's torment "rejuvenating."

Second and Third may have been almost slightly more merciful than First, using the pain only to get as much information about Caretaker as possible, or actually, Third asked the questions and Second acted out the threats, wrapping their fingers around Whumpee's throat and slowly tightening their grip with every furious "No," that Whumpee barked out until he literally blacked out.

They'd planned to continue this for a week before sending proof of their handiwork to Caretaker, except they hadn't even gotten the chance, their target bursting into Whumpee's makeshift holding cell in the middle of another impromptu torture session, the pained, broken look in the captive's eyes being replaced with another defiant smirk. 

"Hello bastards," Caretaker seethed, letting a savage grin dance across her face as her hand went to the gun in the holster on her hip. "I've put up with so much of your crap, but touching him? I'll make you pray you were never born."

The fury in her eyes could set fire to entire countries, lay waste to cities and rip people apart like ragdolls. She was going to show them hell for even daring to think of harming him, let alone rendering him tied up, bruised and bleeding. 

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Hi!! Can i request a continuation to the Drabble where whumpee is delirious and thinks Caretaker is hurt because of their scars?

Thank you and have a nice day

Hi there! So glad you enjoyed that meal! We can get a continuation of that started for you, no problem! Thank you for choosing the Whump Drive Thru!

Part 1

Caretaker coughed and sneezed in rapid succession. Whumpee had completely recovered, but since Caretaker had been in such close proximity to them for their entire illness, they may have gotten a little sick themselves.

Whumpee entered Caretaker’s bedroom with a tray of soup and crackers. They set the tray down on the bedside table and felt Caretaker’s forehead, wincing at the heat radiating off of them.

“Hey,” Whumpee said softly, “can you sit up for me?”

Caretaker looked up at Whumpee pleadingly. The last thing they wanted to do was eat- their throat was raw from coughing, and swallowing would surely kill them.

“Please Caretaker? For me?” Whumpee asked.

Caretaker nodded feebly; anything for Whumpee. They sat up against the pillows while Whumpee put the tray in their lap. Caretaker picked up the spoon, seeing their reflection in the shiny metal, and gasped.

“What?” Whumpee asked, worry in their tone, “what is it?”

“What happened to me?” Caretaker asked, eyes wide.

“You’re sick,” Whumpee stated, “you’re gonna get better though, you just need to eat.”

“N-no,” Caretaker said, shaking their aching head, “what happened to my face!? Was I in an accident?”

Whumpee froze. They weren’t sure what to say or do.

“Uh… Caretaker, you’ve had that scar for years now-”

Caretaker started to sob, cutting Whumpee off. Whumpee hesitantly reached down and hugged them gently.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Whumpee said, “how about I get you some medicine for it, yeah?”

Caretaker sniffled, nodding. Whumpee got up and went to get some ointment. As silly as it was, maybe it would calm Caretaker down. Whumpee returned with the ointment and a damp washcloth. They dabbed some of the medicine onto Caretaker’s face, then placed the washcloth on their forehead.

“Thank you,” Caretaker said weakly.

“Of course, Caretaker,” Whumpee replied, “would you…would you like me to stay with you?”

Caretaker nodded. Whumpee climbed in bed with them and held them close. Caretaker buried their face in Whumpee’s neck, heat radiating off of them. Whumpee stayed with Caretaker as they began to fall asleep. Whumpee hoped they would get better soon, if only so they wouldn’t be so distraught.

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Hi, can I please order a nightmare/night terror where the whumpee devolves into a panic attack and/or a dissociative episode and the caretaker comforts them?

Thank youuuu 🥰

First of all, I am sooooo incredibly sorry at how late this is, but college has legit been destroying me. i hope you enjoy this meal tho < 3

-Nat

Rough Night

TW: Smoking, knife, asthma, sadistic whumper, creepy whumper, non-con (non-sexual) touch, implied torture, nightmare, dissociation, captivity, blood mention

Everywhere. The pungent, seemingly everlasting scent of tobacco smoke had filled the room, crawling into Whumpee's lungs with a disturbingly familiar and yet irritating burn. Being asthmatic, he was a whole lot more sensitive to it than the average person, and Whumper knew that, and it was all the more reason for him to take pleasure in his old, filthy habit.

Though the smoke wasn't the only reason Whumpee's breathing had constricted. A rough, calloused hand landed on his head, petting his hair in a humiliating display of mock-comfort. A harsh laugh escaped Whumper's lips, revelling in how Whumpee's entire body tensed, his breathing laboured, and his eyes wide and darting everywhere.

The man's grip tightened on his captive's hair, roughly fisting the strands with his fingers. "It's pretty adorable, you know, the fact that you thought you'd get away with this," he crooned in an oily voice that sent shivers up his spine.

Whumper took in another long drag from the cigarette clutched in his left hand, slowly exhaling in Whumpee's direction, making him cough, his eyes watering and nausea settling in a pit in his stomach. Any further and he was going to have an asthma attack, one of Whumper's favourite methods of tormenting him, though it only lasted for a short time until he gave him an inhaler. He couldn't have his favourite toy dying on him, now could he? Besides, it wasn't hard for him to come up with more sick punishments for Whumpee anyway.

He threw his dead cigarette on the ground, stamping on it with his boot. "No matter how amusing I find your optimism, it doesn't override how bloody annoying it is when you do exactly what I explicitly told you not to and make me have to chase you around," he snarled, his hold on Whumpee's locks even crueller now, warranting a soft whine to escape his lips.

"Since following simple rules has proven to be so difficult for you, how about we try a little something to make them stick?" The phrasing of it as a question was mercilessly ironic, as though anything in this was up to Whumpee.

He pulled a glinting switchblade out from his pocket, twirling it around with his fingers, a sadistic half-smirk gracing his lips. 

On instinct, Whumpee tried to pull away, which was quite possibly the most foolish thing anyone could ever think of doing, and still he found himself in the other man's furious death grip, the bitingly ice-cold blade of the knife pressed into the skin of his abdomen underneath the flimsy, shredded shirt making his skin crawl. 

He bit down a scream, one of many to come, but it didn't matter, none of it did because he would scream anyway, loud enough until his throat burned, up until he'd lost enough blood to pass out, but not quite enough to die. 

He wasn't sure which he despised more, his own screaming or Whumper's sick laughter, but the truth was, both of these poisons were being poured into his ears anyway. . .

Cold sweat ran in rivulets down his forehead, shivers racking his entire form as the covers slipped off his shoulders, his mind still racing with all the fear and panic of a wild animal. 

“J-just leave me a-alone, please, please, I won't try to run- to run away again,” he pleaded, voice hoarse and broken. 

He hadn't even registered that he'd woken up, biting down hard on his lips as he tried to quiet himself, practically fighting against the covers that felt like chains biting into his body. Whumper was still there, sneering at him. He was always there, in the dark corners of his mind, his rough, calloused hands wrapped around his neck, fisting through his hair, dealing harrowing punches to his form. 

Stop. Stop. Goddamn it, you bastard, what the hell did I ever do for this, just stop! 

But it didn't stop. Like how Hell never stops burning. 

“Sweetheart?” Caretaker's voice called out, cutting through his toxic chain of thought. 

He turned around abruptly, his eyes boring into hers, a silent cry for help, even though he wasn't sure who he was looking at. 

“Another nightmare?” she questioned again, pulling him closer into her embrace. 

It had taken Whumpee some time to figure out that he was safe, that the embrace was much too delicate to be Whumper trying to stop him from running away, to stop trying to fight and to catch his laboured breath.

“I'm fine,” he answered, much too late, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and smiling softly as though he was just responding normally to a gesture of affection, as though what he'd just seen  and done was another annoying thing he could just brush off. 

It was something he'd trained himself to do. Normally, his dissociations were a private matter, limited to his thoughts, but sometimes, they got terrible. Like right now.

“You were screaming,” she attested, pulling away from him, the look in her eyes turning more stern now. 

He let out a soft curse, a frustrated look that was somewhere between guilt and annoyance colouring his features as his brows furrowed, and the muscles in his shoulders went tense. 

This just had to happen every goddamn time didn't it? Another nightmare where he seemed to lose control he'd spent ages building, all the defiance, the fear, the hot shame burning at the back of his throat like pure acid. 

Whumpee wasn't even sure when the tears started flowing down his face, tasting like salt on his tongue, and it didn't matter that he'd stifled them, or suppressed his shivering, Caretaker noticed anyway.

She always did.

“Hey,” she started gently, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders, “you're alright. Whatever you've taught yourself to hide, you don't have to around me. You shouldn't have to suffer alone,” she added, rubbing circles into his shoulders.

“I just.  . .didn't want you to have to suffer with me,” he explained through a sniffle, his voice half-broken, half-steady.

“Sweetheart. I am in no way better off not knowing about anything that's hurting you. When you tell me, I worry less. Because I still notice even when you try to hide, Whumpee.” 

He nodded in response, his few false starts proving fruitless, trying to steady himself, allowing himself the luxury of letting a stray tear stream down his face every now and then as Caretaker kneaded out the tension in his muscles, her fingers blissfully cool against his shoulder blades.

He'd calmed down a little under the gentle touch, letting out a soft sigh in spite of himself. Maybe it didn't completely erase his pain, but touch was a primitive thing, relaxing his body and letting his mind reflexively follow suit. 

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but Whumpee found himself pulling Caretaker into his arms; wrapping them gently around her form. “Thank you. For everything, love,” he said softly, kissing her forehead.

“Nothing you need to thank me for, sweetie.”

Maybe a harsh past doesn't truly leave you unscathed, scars marking your form, prone to reopening. But it is fortunate that people and products are not one and the same, and you aren't a broken object in need of fixing and covering up. All it truly takes is someone to make the darker nights just a little less desolate and foreboding. 

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Hi! Can I please get a continuation for the knight whumpee hit by lightning spell? I'm not the original anon but I want what they're having

Thank you!

Hello!! Coming right up! :)

Cw// painful caretaking, drugging, blood, insecurity

“Please! Plea-“ Knight sobbed into the pillow as Medic worked. They held the blanket tightly, their hands white from the effort. Knight had asked to be restrained, so Medic wrapped their wrists in cloth and tied them loosely to the bedposts. It was either that or pinning them to the floor.

“I’m going to-“ Knight swallowed, looking down. “I’m going to struggle. It’s going to disrupt your work.” Medic nodded slowly. “Please, restrain me,” they begged. “I don’t want to cause you any more trouble. Please.” Medic paused. Opened his mouth. Closed it again.

“If you say so, Knight,” he sighed, pulling his bag of supplies close. “Whenever you’re ready to begin.”

“Wait-“ Knight cried, curling into the bed. Towels were laid on the bed but some had already been soaked through with blood. “Wait.“

“Yeah?” Medic immediately pulled his hands off, leaving Knight shaking, holding the blanket for dear life.

“Can I- can I have a minute?”

“Of course.”

They looked weak without their armor. Leader had discarded it all after the incident, tossing it into the river after they managed to pull it off of them. They were thoroughly drugged first, Leader knowing that if they weren’t, they probably would have been in more pain.

Medic cleaned the worst of the wounds when they were drugged and patched up what he could before they knew what was happening. When Knight finally came to, it was only the smaller wounds that needed treatment.

They felt weak without their armor. They couldn’t even imagine the status of their body. Lightning spell… couldn’t it have been anything other than a fucking lightning spell? They hadn’t seen their body yet, but looking at their arms, they felt sick.

“Knight? Are you… okay?” Through shaking sobs, Knight nodded, wiping their tears on the pillow.

“Con-“ they could barely make out the word. “Continue… you can- you can continue now,” they breathed into the pillow, biting down on a portion of it in preparation for the pain.

“Oh, Knight,” Medic rubbed their head as they cried. “I’m almost done. You’re going to be okay.” Knight nodded, closing their eyes. “You’re doing great. Just hold for another… twenty seconds, okay?” Twenty? They couldn’t do twenty. Ten, maybe, but twenty? Absolutely not. Medic began again before they could protest and their body lurched forward. “One… two…” Medic kept a hand on their head as he worked, soothing them when they cried.

“Five… six…” the pain was too much. Their head swam as they lifted it. Their hands went limp against the blanket as they lost consciousness, floating down into the painless abyss of their mind.

———

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can I order some delirium? confusion, disorientation... maybe with a side of thinking caretaker is whumper?

thanks! 💖💖💖

Hi dear! So sorry for the wait, the hustle got the best of me… But I’m here to serve now! Enjoy 💖

PS: You didn’t specify if you wanted caramel or chocolate sauce (aka pronouns), so I self-indulged with the sprinkles, I hope that’s alright!

- Max

They stumbled inside Caretaker’s room with their eyes glazed over and their breathing shallow. Their mind was blank, so impossibly blank, and they felt unable to form a coherent sentence. Instead, they just stood there, staring into space. Swimming in darkness.

“Whumpee?” Caretaker called softly, frowning. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He stood up promptly from his bed and walked up to them.

They shook their head several times, lips parted, eyes wide with the pupils dilated like they had been drugged. Their dazed silence was terrifying to Caretaker.

“Is it Whumper?” he asked. “What did he do? Whumpee, talk to me, what did he do?”

Upon another absence of reaction on their part, he guided them to the bed and sat them down. Their head bowed mechanically, and so he crouched in front of them to be at eye level with them. He rubbed their knee hoping it would be of some comfort, feeling his own stomach twist into knots with how powerless he was in helping them. They were an empty shell, like their very soul had been stolen. They didn’t even seem to know where they were.

“What has he done this time? Did he give you something? Did he hurt you?”

Still nothing. He placed a hand on their shoulder to try and get them to at least acknowledge his presence. That was when their voice returned.

“NO!” Their face contorted in terror as they stared at Caretaker. “Don’t touch me! Whumper, please, no!”

His blood ran cold. “Whumpee, Whumpee, it’s me! It’s me, it’s Caretaker!” He cupped their face to get them grounded.

But they looked haunted, and they were still thrashing and sobbing and shouting. “No no NO! I don’t want you in my head, PLEASE!”

They pushed themself up and lunged forward like they wanted to flee, but their knees buckled beneath them, and they tumbled down. They screamed as if their whole body were on fire and then curled up into a ball and rocked back and forth.

Caretaker rushed to their side. He hesitated before touching them but eventually gripped their shoulders and forced them to face him. “Whumpee—”

“No, no, Whumper, PLEASE!”

“HEY! Snap out of it!”

They kept begging and crying. Caretaker was out of ideas. The only thing he could come up with in that moment was slapping them. Hard.

It felt terribly wrong. He watched them freeze, and the apology hung on his tongue. Yet, the guilt subsided the second they gasped for air, as the fog cleared from their vision.

“Caretaker?” They swallowed thickly, glancing around with a disoriented expression. “What—”

He shushed them gently, but worriedly. “It’s alright, it’s just me. You’re safe, okay?” He helped them up and guided them back to the bed. “You’re alright. I’m here. No one will hurt you.”

Whumpee gave a slow nod as they let reality sink back in. Heavy, but relieved silence settled over them and remained for a couple of minutes.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Caretaker risked eventually.

“I…” They chewed on their thumb. “I was just having a drink with Whumper, like we usually do in the evening and then...” Their forehead creased as they tried to remember. “Then I think we had a fight. And he…” Their head throbbed and they fell silent again, wincing in pain.

“Then he, what?” Anger was starting to run like fire through Caretaker’s body. “What did the bastard do?”

They ran a hand through their hair, whispering softly. “I can’t remember.”

“Are you making excuses for him again?” he accused. His jaw set. “I keep telling you he’ll hurt you and you don’t listen. For god’s sake, Whumpee, when are you going to stop pretending that he is your friend? Stop protecting him!”

They gazed up at him with gray eyes filled with hurt. “You’re being unfair.”

“And you’re being stupid!”

They turned away slightly, pausing for a while. “I think he tried to brainwash me.” They held back the ‘again,’ though they both knew. Their tone was low and resigned.

Caretaker instantly felt bad for lashing out. “Gosh…” He sighed deeply and sat down next to them on the bed, rubbing his forehead. “Look… I’m sorry. It’s just… Every time is worse than the last one. I always pick up the pieces, and I’m... I’m worried.”

They stayed quiet for a minute. “I’m sorry, Caretaker.”

He sighed again. “No. Don’t be sorry.” He pulled them in gently, wrapping a protective arm around them and allowing their head to rest on his shoulder. “It’s not your fault.”

Silent tears welled up in their eyes. They let them roll down their cheeks and the crook of their neck as they leaned fully against him.

And Caretaker repeated the words, softly. ‘It’s not your fault.’

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can i get a human whumpee stumbling into an abandoned house when they’re seeking shelter from a thunderstorm. except it turns out this place is home to a vampire who doesn’t like intruders. please make it very hurt/comfort and maybe the vampire feels bad for the human in the end. thanks!

Hey, sorry for the wait! I've been real sick so working the drive-thru's been tough. Hope this tastes good!

- Dmitri

Startled awake by a resounding thud from the floor below, the monster rose from their coffin. It was not the first time someone had come to slay them, and they knew it would not be the last. They would come in packs sometimes, with crossbows and crude wooden stakes, and cross pendants hung about their necks. Men and women, strong or scrawny, all ready to take a shot at the horrid vampire in the old house on the hill.

Rain slammed down against the roof above, the low growl of thunder reminding the vampire of their own growing hunger. Yawning, they brushed their fingers through their hair and took a deep sigh as they prepared for the confrontation. Fangs sheathed behind drawn lips, claws curled at their sides, they began the careful descent down the rotting stairs. The stench of old wood and dust did not bother them anymore, as it had done when they first moved in. One does get used to dwelling in squalor when there is nowhere else to go.

The vampire stepped into the foyer, silent and cautious, to see a young man slumped against the dresser by the door. He was breathing heavily, clothes and hair soaked from the rain, shivering. The vampire kept to the shadows, observing, and noticed something rather curious. This human carried no weapons, no cloves of garlic, no silver crosses, or holy texts. He was not here to hunt. He sat still for some time, the vampire watching as his chest heaved and his shoulder shook as his body was wracked with shivers.

The poor thing’s going to freeze to death, the vampire mused, aware of their terribly insulated home, before catching themselves; poor thing? Since when do I pity humans? They pushed those thoughts aside and considered for a moment what to do with this human – the vampire usually only drank from those who came to harm them, though, to be fair, this was the first time that hadn’t been the case. Regardless, the human had to go. His reaction to the vampire’s next move would determine how.

As swift and dark as a swooping raven, the vampire emerged from the shadows and knelt before the human, cold hands grabbing his throat and sharp claws pointing up under his chin. He froze instantly – as much as one could when shivering madly – and stared straight into the creature’s eyes, his own eyes widened in shock.

“This is my home,” the vampire said quietly, voice steady and low. “You are trespassing.” There was a moment of tense silence, broken only by the human’s tense breaths and the rhythmic thrumming of the rain outside.

“C-Clearly,” the human answered, swallowing thickly. “You, uh- you have a l-lovely home.” At this, the vampire raised their eyebrows.

“Flattery is more effective when you mean it,” they said dryly, pressing their claws in a little deeper. A drop of blood oozed out of the small wound and ran tantalisingly down the vampire’s finger. Strangely, the human’s features shifted; he set his jaw and looked straight into the vampire’s eyes, looking oddly determined.

“I’m w-worthless to my family now,” he said, “Might as well be useful to someone. Go on, suck me dry. Make my death mean s-something.” At that, the vampire seemed to choke on air and go very still, before slowly drawing their hands away. The two stared at each other for a moment, in which the human looked simultaneously offended and confused.

“Why would you-” he started, falling silent as the vampire’s hands curled around his wrists, slowly drawing them up so he was applying pressure to his wounds. They held them there for a moment before pulling away, standing up with a heavy sigh.

“I ate yesterday,” they lied. Truthfully, they weren’t entirely sure what to do with this clearly troubled human that’d stumbled into their abode. Killing him would probably be smart, but they weren’t all that fond of striking unprovoked.

“So what- what do I do? Just s-sit here and freez-” the human was interrupted by another fit of harsh coughing, doubling over and pressing a hand to his chest. The vampire looked at him, curled up and lost and bitter, and was jarringly reminded of something they’d been trying to forget.

“Please, just let me out! I-I promise, I won’t hurt anyone! I’m so cold, please…”

“That creature in there is not our child, dear. Don’t listen. It’s just trying to get in your head.”

The vampire bit their lip, hissing as their fangs pierced the skin. They still had moments like that, getting lost in memories or concentration and resorting to old human habits. Taking a deep breath, they steadied themselves and faced the human again.

“Don’t be dramatic,” they said sternly, “You aren’t going to die here, and I’m not going to kill you. Come.” He stood and cautiously followed them into the room at the end of the hall, still holding his hands over the small wounds under his chin. The vampire ushered him to a plush chair and aimed to push him down gently, wincing as they remembered their own strength. The human sat heavily with a little ‘oof’, watching as the vampire crossed the room and returned with an old cotton blanket. They shook it out before draping it over his shoulders, then stepping away as if they were afraid of any further contact.

“Thank you?” The human said, though it came out like a question. He wasn’t sure why this being clearly capable of killing him had decided to spare him, but he wasn’t going to protest. He had meant what he’d said before, about being willing to die, but it was at least a small relief to be breathing still.

“I’m sure you’re… not quite as worthless as you think,” the vampire responded with a light sigh. “Family has a habit of turning on you the moment you become different. Do not take it so personally.”

“You’ve been hurt too, huh?” The human asked, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. When he looked up, the vampire was gone. He sat for a moment, wondering if he’d offended them, when they strolled casually back into the room with small pieces of gauze in their hands. They knelt before the human, but this time as a healer instead of an assailant, carefully pressing the gauze between the human’s hands and the wounds.

“You could say that,” they finally answered, raising their piercing ruby eyes to the human’s for just a moment. Then they were gone again, stepping back deftly. They regarded him with apprehension before speaking quietly. “There’s a little wood left in the fireplace. Stay until the storm passes.” They vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving the human alone in the musty sitting room. Still, he was warm and oddly comforted, and decided perhaps he’d visit next time he was out hunting – he imagined the vampire would enjoy some rare meat in return for their odd hospitality.

As it turns out, they did.

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can I get cyborg whumpee and scientist whumper with a side of psychological torture ? : 3

Hey!! Sorry for the delay, the ice cream machine is still broken, but here it is!

Enjoy!

Cw// dehumanization, “it” as a pronoun, cyborg vivisection, thoughts about death, begging for death, mechanical gore, body horror

The cyborg couldn’t scream. Any of its vocal functions had been turned off before it was strapped to the table. Technically its motor functions could be shut off as well, but that would interfere with its creator’s work.

“If your limbs are sleeping, we can’t find the problem, Whumpee.”

It was a casual Friday evening for a rewiring, according to its creator, the mad scientist who built it almost four years ago.

And “life” had been nothing but agony since.

“Do you want to apologize to me?” The cyborg shook its head, not because it didn’t want to apologize, but because Scientist held a particularly sensitive wire between gloved fingers. A sinking feeling wound through the mass of wires and electronics that was its abdomen. While not entirely human, it still had all the characteristics of one. Including pain receptors. It could still feel pain. “No?”

It had punched Scientist earlier during training and had been taken to the lab as soon as the session concluded. The punch wasn’t meant to be as hard as it was, but a glitch made sure to knock the wind out of the scientist and leave them a nasty bruise. It had only panicked when Scientist grabbed and dragged it into the gym. It raised its arm to push Scientist away and…

“No- no! I want to-“ the wire was tugged, Whumpee letting out a silent shriek. Its eyes widened, threatening to burst from its head as it threw its head back. It wailed and sobbed until it was exhausted, Scientist still holding the dark green wire in their hand. It had considerably more slack now it had been jerked with such force, and Whumpee was left shaking on the verge of passing out.

“Please,” Whumpee begged, blinking tears from its eyes. “Please, I’ll apologize. I’ll apologize!”

“What did I tell you about begging, Whumpee?” Whumpee nodded, swallowing silently. While Scientist wasn’t good at lip-reading, the word ‘please’ was easy enough to understand. No begging in the lab. The lab wasn’t a punishment. The lab was there to help it when it had problems.

There had been two other incidents earlier in the month. Scientist didn’t pay as much attention as they did the third time, probably because the previous two didn’t involve them directly. One of them was with an intern (it was delivering a drink to him when the same malfunction made its hand clamp down on the cup, spraying everybody with hot coffee) and a nurse (she was punched in the face out of fear just as Scientist was).

“Good. Hold still, now.” Whumpee’s vision went white as the wire was cut. Its eyes rolled into the back of its head as it let out, if its vocal functions were on, a glass-shattering cry.

…

It came to as Scientist was reconnecting wires to each other, around the Problem Wire and weaving them together like a wicker basket. Scientist looked up from their work at Whumpee and smiled, sending chills down Whumpee’s spine. A wire was tugged just then, making Whumpee convulse.

“I’m sorry,” Whumpee sobbed as Scientist continued to push and pull wires in different directions. “I’m so sorry! I’m sorry for everything!”

Eventually, Whumpee was given a break. Scientist had finished weaving wires together and had replaced their grease-drenched gloves.

“Do you understand why this is happening, Whumpee?” Whumpee shook its head, the motions small and sharp. Pain clouded its thoughts. It couldn’t put together a word in its head, its brain a plate of scrambled eggs.

“You are an experiment. Experiments are temporary,” Scientist began, pulling a tray from the rolling cart and placing it to the side. “But I didn’t design you to break so soon.” Whumpee screamed as wire after wire was pulled to its maximum length and secured with tight clips on the tray. “This is the third rewiring this month, Whumpee.” Whumpee shook its head as Scientist moved lower down its abdominal cavity. “And the month isn’t half over yet. This isn’t a good look on you.” Whumpee agreed. It wasn’t a good look at all. If Scientist was right about anything, they were right that if it didn’t stop malfunctioning, there would be problems worse than just a rewiring. Whumpee didn’t even want to think about that.

“So tell me, Whumpee. What should I do with you?” Scientist’s gloved hand, already coated in grease again, reached for Whumpee’s vocal controls and the dial was turned back up. It took a shaking breath, choking out a sob.

“I-“ Scientist had their hand around another wire. This one, it felt, wasn’t a problem at all. So why-

An impossibly loud scream echoed around the room as Scientist tugged on it. Itdidn’thaveaproblemwhywasScientistcreatingoneitwasfinethewirewasfineitwasfinewhyweretheyplayingwithitwhywhywhywhywhy

“Answer, Whumpee. What should I do with something broken like you?”

“F-fix-“ it tried to speak between sobs and hiccups, avoiding the piercing gaze of its creator. “Fix m- m-“ another cry as the wire was tugged again. “Fix me!” It didn’t know if Scientist could understand what it said until Scientist shook their head.

“I’m not sure about that. I have many more experiments to tend to and each time I have to fix you, I waste time.” The wire was bent, and Whumpee howled.

“Then- then scrap me!” It resisted the urge to add a ‘please,’ but even if it tried, it could only cry as the wire was bent back to its original position. “I can’t- I-“ Whumpee didn’t want to live. But it didn’t want to die. “I.. I-“ Scientist’s hand was on the vocal control dial and its voice faded away to nothing.

“Oh, Whumpee.” Whumpee sobbed pitifully in silence as Scientist began to work again. “You know I love you too much to scrap you just for a few malfunctions, right?” Whumpee shook its head. “We’ll manage them together, okay?” The pain continued as its creator made some finishing touches to its wiring. There was no more jerking or pulling, though. One type of torture was replaced with another from the strong pinching of those damn clips. It didn’t know what was worse. Scientist said the clips were only temporary, but last time they were used, they stayed for two weeks. It was ‘only to make sure the wires learned to stay in place.’

Bullshit.

“Well, that should do it.” The empty tray was placed back onto the cart and gloves were changed again. Then, Whumpee’s abdomen plate was fitted back on. Whumpee whimpered as each screw was tightened and the suction mechanism activated. Finally, Scientist took a special screwdriver from their pocket and inserted it into Whumpee’s VC panel. There was a click, and the nightly ritual of locking Whumpee’s VC dial in place was complete. “The skin layer should regrow itself within the week. So no sharp movements.” That wasn’t its fault. Whumpee glared up at Scientist, who returned a smile that made its blood boil.

“Now let’s get you back to your room.” Agony persisted as it was pulled from the table and fitted back into its regular restraints. The first rewiring of the month was the hardest. It took twice as long because the synthetic skin had to be cut away before its abdominal plate could be reached. Two rewirings later, and only a thin layer of skin had managed to grow over the plate. Hopefully it wouldn’t need a fourth for a long time.

“Walk,” Scientist ordered. Whumpee took one step and collapsed. After a day lying strapped to a table, its legs weren’t used to the sudden weight of the mechanics in its upper body. “Okay…” it took two lab assistants to haul it up to its feet. “Walk it back to its room. Slowly.” Whumpee took small steps and the lab assistants let it guide them, only because they were struggling to pull it ahead. Finally they reached Whumpee’s cell, marked only with the number 559. The door was opened and Whumpee was gently let down onto the floor. There was a bed, but the assistants’ faces were red as tomatoes. It didn’t want to injure them too. The smaller assistant flashed it a pitying look as he left the room.

“Goodnight, Whumpee,” he quietly called, and the door was shut, leaving it in absolute darkness.

Whumpee dragged itself to the corner of its cell, propping itself up against the walls. A hard surface on either side of its body helped support it as it held its stomach in pain. That did nothing. Pressing on the hard plate, unable to reach the terrible burning inside, was a torture of its own. Whumpee cried, hands and fingers twitching as it squeezed its side. That gave it something to hold onto, but it only made Whumpee more aware of the pain. It could feel the clamps. It could feel where wires had been cut, pulled, tied, and woven together. It could feel it all.

“Please,” it called into the darkness, falling against the corner. Now that it was out of the lab, it was allowed to beg. Even if nobody could hear it. “Please, make it stop.” Nobody knew it was here. After Scientist locked its VC dial in place, it wasn’t speaking until the next morning.

“Please, help me.”

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