#protective caretaker

[whumperofworlds]

Whump Dialogue

"I can prove myself! I can fight!"

"I'm not saying that you're incapable or useless. I just don't want to see you get hurt."

#whump #whump prompt #protectiveness #protective caretaker

[jordanstrophe]

Caretaker picks whumpee up and places them gently in the car. "We need to get you to a hospital." They say hastily.

"No, no I'm okay." Whumpee speaks behind gritted teeth. They're holding their wound and tensing with each pulse of pain, they're somehow willing themselves to not grunt or cry out.

"I wasn't asking, you need to get checked out. Lean back a bit, just lie still." Caretaker puts their seat back and starts the engine, ignoring whumpee's pleads and arguing.

The car ride was tense and quiet, until whumpee breaks the silence with crying.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #whump angst #whump writing #whump scenario #injury whump #defiant whumpee #stern caretaker #forceful caretaker #wounded whumpee #hurt/comfort #comfort whump #protective caretaker #hospital whump #whump prompt #caretaker prompt

[bltzgore]

Currently fixating on caretaker who's not all human letting their voice drop as dark and monstrous as they can. They make unflinching eye contact with whumper, and with all the vitriol and burning rage in their body tell whumper, "Don't you fucking touch them."

It is not a warning, not even a command. It is a promise.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #whump prompt #scary caretaker #monster caretaker #whump scenario #protective caretaker #tw language

[diamond-flavored-whump]

Caretakers with wings.

Wings wrapping around a sobbing Whumpee in addition to Caretaker's arms.

Whumpee burying their face in the soft feathers after a long and stressful day.

Caretaker using their wings to hide Whumpee from view while escaping with them.

Wings being used as an extra layer, extra blanket, while Whumpee shivers in their sleep.

Wings spread wide in a threat display to anyone who dares hurt Whumpee.

Caretaker flying Whumpee to a place where Whumper can never get to them.

Whumper being flown very high into the air, high enough that the fall would kill them, with Caretaker threatening to drop them if they don't apologize.

#whumpblr #whump scenario #writing prompt #whump #your whump words of the day #caretaker #gentle caretaker #protective caretaker #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpee #whump prompt

[justbreakonme]

The moment the whumpee watches the caretaker, the kindest, gentlest, most loving person they’ve ever meet, absolutely OBLITERATE the whumper is a trope I will never get over.

#caretaker turned whumper #whumper turned caretaker #whumper getting whumped #protective caretaker #angry caretaker #revenge #whump #whump scenario

[whumblr]

Whump prompt #64

"That's my mark on them," Whumper purred as Caretaker stared at the scar on Whumpee's shoulder. "They're mine. And you're not taking them anywhere."

"Oh yeah?" Caretaker snapped back. Blazing eyes found Whumpee's, who looked away in shame. But Caretaker wouldn't have it. He grabbed their face, both hands, looked them deep in the eyes.

And he kissed them full on the mouth.

Whumpee sputtered, utterly confused, embarrassed even, a hand shakily reaching up to touch over their lips as Caretaker pulled away. They stumbled lightly, but an arm snagged around theirs and pulled them against Caretaker.

"That's my mark on them," Caretaker snarled. "I can easily plant one right over yours. And they're coming home. With me!"

#bonus if remains of lipstick show or fierce hickeys #bonusbonus if whumper taught whumpee caretaker wouldn't want them anymore #whump #whump prompt #caretaker #feral caretaker #confused whumpee #intimate whumper #h/c #fluffy angst? #flogging and snogging #protective caretaker #possessive whumper #my prompts #my writing

[oddsconvert]

I drool over Caretakers that seem like the sweetest and softest guardians. Ever so gentle with Whumpee. They may as well have a halo hovering above their head, they surely have a true heart of gold.

Until whumpee is threatened or hurt... and they see a red mist. They will spill blood for Whumpee, and take no prisoners. It's actually terrifying - like night and day. Jekyll and Hyde. Caretaker is unrecognisable in his fit of fury. They'll have Whumper cowering beneath them on the floor, beaten to a pulp - shielding whumpee behind them.

Whumpee doesn't know whether they're grateful for or terrified of Caretaker-

#whump prompt #whump thought #protective caretaker #morally grey caretaker #kinda august vibes and i say no more 🤪 #whump #whump writing #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #caretaker

[abhainnwhump]

Caretaker refuses to clean out Whumpee's room. They haven't even gone in there to clean out dust since they were kidnapped. The blankets were as messy as ever, the photos were all in place, and not a single collectible was out of place. Caretaker knew one day, Whumpee would come through the front door, maybe a little beat up, and they could all move on from this. It was going to happen soon.

Even though Whumpee's funeral was two days ago.

#whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump prompt #whump tropes #dead whumpee #major character death #whump angst #whumpee x caretaker #protective caretaker #whump aftermath

[echoingalaxies]

Content: self-punishment/injury, conditioned whumpee, trauma

Whumpee got up before dawn to prepare breakfast. For so long now, it had been their routine, something they'd gotten used to doing no matter their condition, no matter the amount of pain or exhaustion weighing them down. Coffee with two sugars, and three fried eggs, would have to be ready to be served precisely at 6, and Whumpee would carry them to Whumper's room where he would still be sleeping, wake him up, and stand there, head bowed, wait until he finished his meal and then take the dirty dishes to the sink.

The few times Whumpee had missed the 6 am mark, even by a couple of minutes, hadn't ended well. Whumpee ran their fingers over the scars they'd received for those mistakes, wide and raised under their shirt, as they waited for the food to cook. They kept glancing at the clock, anxiously, shivering at the thought of being late, but they also couldn't hurry too much because the punishment for undercooked eggs would be just as cruel.

At 5:58, Whumpee had everything set up, and taking the plate and the large mug of coffee in their hands, they started to head toward the stairs, moving slowly for their aching body. Whumpee had become really good at counting in their head, so they knew they were right on time, as they balanced the mug on the plate for a second to knock on Whumper's door.

They pushed the door open, flicked on the lights - so much brighter than Whumpee remembered... He hadn't changed the lightbulb, so had Whumper had to do it himself? How come hadn't he told Whumpee to do it? - and went next to his bed.

"Your breakfast, sir," they said, trying to sound chipper but gentle, humble and happy to be there. "Good morning, sir," they added quickly after, almost having forgotten the proper way of greeting. What has wrong with them today?

Whumper, usually waking up to their voice and demanding to have the food immediately, just pulled the duvet to his chin, face deep buried into pillows. He grunted something inaudible, and Whumpee was left standing there, unsure what to do.

"S-sir? It's morning, sir, time to rise. Are you feeling ill?"

"Shut up," Whumper growled, and his voice was odd, but Whumpee pressed their lips together tightly, afraid to make a sound. "What the fuck are you doing, it's so damn early..."

The plate and the mug were shaking in Whumpee's hands as they began to breathe heavily, panicking. They'd been on time, but they'd made a mistake. They'd made some kind of mistake. Whumper was upset, and oh, when he'd wake up, hell was awaiting for them...

"Please," Whumpee whispered. "I- I'm so sorry. So sorry, sir..."

After a few mess-ups, Whumper had introduced Whumpee to an alternative option when it came to punishments of slipping off schedule or not completing their tasks just as Whumper had told them to. Quicker, easier, and for Whumper, even more fun than getting to carve marks on Whumpee's skin.

He'd love to watch Whumpee be humiliated.

"I don't want to waste my time on you when I have better things to do," Whumper had once said. "Make it simpler for the both of us. You know when you mess up. Why not get the consequenses out of the way? Use whatever's available, as long as you clean up the blood."

Whumper was still under the covers, perhaps falling back to sleep. Whumpee was still confused by the situation, but it seemed like he should've somehow known to not bother him this morning, oh no, they'd done gravely wrong, and there was only two ways out...

And they'd made their choice which route to take.

Whumpee set the plate on the nightstand, and closed their eyes, when with trembling hands, they took the mug of still steaming coffee above their head and spilled it all over themselves. Even as cried out in agony, they kept reminding themselves whatever Whumper would have done to them would've been worse, and with any luck, this would be enough.

Whumper was once again woken up by Whumpee's cries, and bolted up from the bed like he'd been electrocuted. Whumpee felt a sting in their heart. Of course they'd want to watch. Why would they miss the show? Maybe they'd be unsatisfied with their pain and make Whumpee throw themselves down the stairs for good measure.

Whumper cursed loudly and grabbed Whumpee's arm, pulling them out of the room and to the nearest bathroom. He shoved Whumpee under the shower and turned it on, turning the temperature cold. He squeezed Whumpee's arms, shaking them lightly.

"Oh god, Whumpee, why would you do that? What were you thinking?"

Whumpee coughed, the water getting into their mouth. They shivered, from cold and from fear.

Another mistake.

Nothing made sense.

Why was whumper helping him? What was all of this?

Whumpee tried to pry themselves away from Whumper's grip and out of the shower, but Whumper held them still.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry -"

"Wait," he said, sounding concerned rather than angry now. "Oh shit, Whumpee, no, stop that. Look at me. I'm not him."

Whumpee did as they were told and raised their gaze to meet the eyes they expected to be gray and cruel, and was shocked to see hazel, and nothing but kindness.

"I'm not him," he repeated, and Whumpee blinked a few times, letting their eyes take in the rest of the person's face. "Everything is okay. You're home, remember? Safe."

The person had dark circles under their eyes. They had a friendly face, although right now, they wore a worried expression. Whumpee wiped water from their face to see better... their eyes must've been lying to them...

"I..." Whumpee begun, stammering. "S-sorry... I should've let you sleep... I didn't know... I'm sorry..."

"Whumpee, shh." The person reached to turn off the shower and then let go of them to grab a large, thick towel they spread on Whumpee's shoulders. "Don't, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't realise it was you. You shouldn't even be walking! I thought it was Teammate just annoying me, I was barely awake, I didn't mean to be harsh towards you."

Whumpee pulled the towel around them, turning their head to look around. They knew this bathroom. They'd been patched up here many times before, years earlier. It was Caretaker's.

They looked at the person in front of them. They knew them. It was coming to them slowly, but they knew them better than anyone.

"Caretaker?"

They smiled. "Yeah. It's me. It's okay. You've been home for a few days now, remember?"

"I... guess."

Caretaker helped Whumpee out of their wet clothes and let them shower privately, washing the coffee off their hair and ease the pain in the burns on their scalp, their face, their shoulders.

When whumpee was ready, they opened the door to let Caretaker in once again. Caretaker sat them down on a little stool and started to treat their injuries, talking in a calming matter throughout the process. Whumpee was still feeling lost, his brain struggling to understand what was real and what was not.

"I'm still so sorry, Whumpee," Caretaker said, spreading something soothing over his burns. "I never should've allowed things to go so far that you'd do this to yourself."

"I didn't want you to hurt me," Whumpee said quietly. Caretaker stilled for a second, then continued rubbing the lotion on Whumpee's skin. Whumpee bit their cheeks. Caretaker, and everybody else, didn't know much about what he'd been through with Whumper. They hadn't had many opportunities to talk that much yet.

"I would never do that." Caretaker leaned in and pressed an unexpected kiss on Whumpee's forehead. Whumpee blushed, though they were grateful it probably was hidden by their already reddened face. No one had done that for... Whumpee didn't even know how long. "No one will ever hurt you here. And you never have to hurt yourself, okay?"

Whumpee wished they could keep that promise. But who was to say what happened this morning wouldn't happen again?

"Yeah," they said. Caretaker's touch was gentle and comforting, and Whumpee remembered them as a trustworthy person.

Only it all wasn't up to Caretaker.

And it wasn't up to Whumpee. They didn't decide to forget they were not living in that nightmare anymore.

But if things were to be like this, would they ever truly get out?

#only quickly proofread #self punishment #implied torture #past torture #trauma #conditioned whumpee #aftermath #obedient whumpee #deconditioning #accidental bad caretaker? #whump #whump writing #caretaker x whumpee #protective caretaker #post rescue #caretaking #whump scenario #physical whump #writing #whump prompts #writing prompts #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #whumpblr #writeblr #whump fic

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 18: Fainting

TW: fainting

Caretaker eyed Whumpee worriedly as they smacked into the table for the fifth time that day. They’d been clumsier than usual, their complexion more pale, and every so often, they’d press their hand to their forehead in sudden pain. But when Caretaker asked them if they were alright, Whumpee only smiled and shook their head as if nothing was wrong.

But Caretaker knew Whumpee too well.

“Why the hell do you keep following me around?” Whumpee finally demanded. Caretaker had just carried a laundry basket into the living room, where they were sitting and reading.

Caretaker glanced up at them innocently. “Following you around?”

“Literally every time I change rooms, there you are, doing something or other in the same room! Even if I go to the bathroom, you’re waiting outside. What’s your deal?”

Dropping the laundry basket onto the ground, Caretaker plopped onto the couch and pulled out a gray shirt. “Can a simple ‘I’m worried about you’ suffice?”

“I told you: I’m fine!” Whumpee snapped. “I don’t need you fussing over me like a mother hen!”

“Are you sure…?” Caretaker questioned as they finished folding the gray shirt and set it aside. “Because you’ve been acting off all day….”

Anger and annoyance flashed on Whumpee’s face. “Fine! You know what, I have been feeling off!” They jumped to their feet, their book shoved aside. “And it’s nothing, because I’m just tired. That’s all! There, are you ha—”

A strange look crossed their face, and they staggered, hands thrown out for balance. “I…” they mumbled, eyes rollling up in their head, “I…”

Caretaker jumped up, the pair of jeans forgotten, and sprinted to them as their knees buckled underneath their weight. They barely managed to catch Whumpee before their head slammed into the hard edge of their chair.

“Whumpee?”

Caretaker carefully lowered them to the ground, trying not to panic. Sure, they’d been worried about Whumpee’s health, but they hadn’t expected anything like this! Thankfully, Whumpee was still breathing, and after a few clumsy attempts, Caretaker managed to find their pulse.

Releasing a long, slow breath, Caretaker rocked back on their heels. They couldn’t think of anything else they’d need to do for someone who’d fainted, but then again, they'd never been in this situation before now. Probably best to wait until Whumpee woke up.

If they woke up.

#merry whumpmas #my writing #whumpee #whump #whump scenario #caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #protective caretaker #stubborn whumpee #fainting #passing out #collapse #fainting whump #denial

[whumperofworlds]

A Whumpee screaming out "MOM!", "DAD!", etc to a parental Caretaker as they're in danger.

Cue the parental Caretaker's parental instincts kicking in, and proceeding to destroy whoever harmed their kid.

#whumpee is an adult dw #whump #whump prompt #parental caretaker #whumpee #caretaker #protectiveness #protective caretaker

[jordanstrophe]

CW: Ransome, kidnapped, cold whump, hurt/comfort

Whumpee's been kidnapped as ransom. Caretaker immediately gives in to whumper's demands and shows up to the trade alone. It's raining and the dark clouds could fool anyone for night.

Caretaker's was already freezing, but their blood ran colder as they watched whumper yank whumpee out of the back trunk hardly dressed.

Whumpee's sluggish, drowsy, confused; they're shaking and their arms are bound behind their back. They feel themselves get shoved towards caretaker as they nearly topple over. Caretaker rips their own coat off and bundles whumpee in it, holding them tightly by the shoulders. They nearly drag them to the car trying to get away from here as fast as possible.

Even though they're in caretaker's arms, whumpee still expected to be shoved in the trunk, it was what they were used to by now. It felt strange being put in the front seat with the heater, a blanket tossed over them and a bottle of water placed in their lap. 

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #caretaking #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump angst #whump writing #ransom whump #kidnapped whumpee #hurt/comfort #rescued whumpee #comfort whump #protective caretaker #whump prompt #caretaker prompt #kidnap prompt

[bltzgore]

I want whumper to start bragging to caretaker about what they put whumpee through. I want them to tell the tales with a smile on their face and watch grinning as caretaker's expression changes more with each one.

But see, I don't want caretaker to become disgusted, or call whumper a sadistic monster, or start thinking "poor whumpee" just yet. I want caretaker to look up slowly, and make unbreakable eye contact with whumper as they half whisper, "I'm going to fucking kill you."

And whumper shivers.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #whump prompt #whump scenario #protective caretaker #tw language

[inky-the-artist]

i am ALL DOWN for caretakers who are soft and gentle towards the whumpee, with all the hair brushing, back rubbing, the "you're okay"s and the "sweetheart"s, but then they go and beat the ever living shit out of a whumper

#whump #whump prompt #whump trope #protective caretaker #aggressive caretaker #gentle caretaker #inky's occasional writing #whumpblr #writing prompt #whump blog #whump scenario #whump inspiration #revenge whump

[reid-whump]

Stubborn/Protective Caretaking Prompts

“Whumpee, where are those scars from?”

“You can take as long as you need, but I’m not leaving. Understand?”

“Leave them alone.”

“Don’t touch them!”

“Do you normally get nightmares like that?”

“I’ve never seen you act like that before…”

“I know how much this hurts, and i need you to understand that it’s okay to be affected by something like this, whumpee.”

“Crying has health benefits, i know, but I hate seeing you like this.”

“There was nothing you could have done to change your situation, don’t you understand that??”

“I don’t recognise you anymore.” “Well neither do i”

“You are never alone as long as I’m with you.”

“This is who i am now!” “Whumpee, it doesn’t have to be…” “but it is anyway!!”

“You can still be a good person whumpee, like you were before.” “I will never be the same person I was before.”

“You know, we used to be inseparable. I miss the way we were.”

#whump prompts #captive whump #caretaker x whumpee #moreid #writing prompt #dialogue prompt #stubborn #protective caretaker #caretaker #whump aftermath #writing prompts #sad writing #angst prompts

[whumblr]

What's best

"You'll want to wait inside, Whumpee."

Whumpee glanced from Caretaker to the strange man. They were curious, especially why Caretaker's demeanor suddenly changed so much... and why the man was looking at them like that. But Caretaker's expression and tight clipped voice stopped them from asking.

"I... okay."

Whumper watched them carefully until they were fully out of sight.

"Don't you leer at them like that, you fucking piece of shit," Caretaker snarled as soon as the door closed.

"Just curious..." Whumper said casually. His gaze remained on the door, somewhat lost in thought. "They really don't remember?" he said after a beat. "Anything?"

"I'd like to keep it that way. Stay away from them."

Whumper hummed. "I didn't beat on them that hard... Or wait, maybe that time when-- Hm, no... No, they were still frantically begging me for forgiveness, so they definitely remembered that they did something wrong..."

"Stop it."

"Keep them like this, huh?" Whumper turned to leave, a smile creeping over his lips. "Well, if you think that works. Just remember... Surpressed memories are a tricky thing. At some point, probably when you and Whumpee least expect it, everything will violently explode back to the surface."

He glanced back at the rigid Caretaker. "And I wonder who will be worse off... you... or Whumpee."

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