Vampire caretaker? And human whumpee, they’ve known eachother for a while but whumpee doesn’t know caretaker is a vampire and caretaker doesn’t know about the heap load of trauma ( possibly from early childhood abuse? Trust issues, ptsd ) untill whumpees parents come to visit while caretaker is over and they see how they treat whumpee
Whumpee ends up getting beat up ( however you want ) once caretaker finds them, they end up biting them ( no turning them, just giving a bit of venom )
Headcannon of mine on vampires Is that they have venom but instead of turning whoever they give it to, it’s like a drug, making that person go limp ( or just make their limbs really heavy ) and makes there heads feel fuzzy and ‘stuffed with cotton’
Whumpee would be 19 to early 20s?
Hi Lizzy!
I apologize for taking so long to get to this, I absolutely loveit though! And could not help but throw something together for it? It just gave me so much inspiration I had to figure out exactly how I wanted to do this, but I do hope you enjoy it. ^ - ^ゞ
Heavy Tw: Parental Whump | Mother Whumping Adult Child
Tw: Vampire Whump | Vampire Caretaker | Degration | Drugging | Female Whumper (Mother)
In a small, cozy cottage nestled deep within a secluded forest, Whumpee lived a life that felt like a sanctuary.
They had been through more hardships in their young lives than most could imagine, but their world had recently become a little brighter, thanks to the kind and caring stranger who had taken them in.
Unbeknownst to Whumpee, their mysterious caretaker was far from ordinary; they were a vampire who had watched over them since the night they had saved Whumpee from a violent attack.
The caretaker had kept their true nature hidden from Whumpee, never letting them see the fangs or the crimson eyes that betrayed their undead existence.
The caretaker wanted nothing more than to protect them and give them a chance at a peaceful life, and they knew that revealing the truth about themselves would only bring chaos and fear.
One chilly evening, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cottage, a sudden knock at the door sent a shiver down Whumpee's spine.
They weren't expecting any visitors, and their heart raced as they exchanged a nervous glance with Caretaker.
"I'll handle this," Caretaker assured them, forcing a reassuring smile as they strode to the door.
Opening it, Caretaker was met by the stern faces of Whumpee's parents.
Their arrival was unexpected, and it filled Caretaker with unease.
They had heard vague stories of Whumpee's past with their parents, but they had never gone into any great details about them.
"Caretaker, is it?" Whumpee's father inquired, his tone icy.
"Yes," Caretaker replied, his heart pounding as he tried to maintain composure.
Whumpee's mother, a woman of piercing judgment and strict principles, stepped inside without invitation.
"We came to see our child," she stated, her gaze fixated on Caretaker with a critical eye.
Whumpee stood frozen in the corner, their anxiety mounting.
They hadn't seen their parents in years, and the memories of their harsh treatment and punishments still haunted them.
Caretaker led the way, guiding the unwelcome guests to a sitting area.
The atmosphere grew tense as they settled in, with Whumpee's father eyeing Caretaker with suspicion.
"We're concerned about Whumpee," Whumpee's father began, his voice cold and unwavering. "We want to make sure they're on the right path."
Caretaker forced themselves to appear nonchalant, though every instinct screamed for them to protect Whumpee from their parents' judgment.
"They've been doing well," Caretaker replied, choosing their words carefully. "They've found some peace here."
Whumpee's mother took matters into her own hands, rising from her seat. "Come, Whumpee, let's have a private conversation."
Whumpee reluctantly followed her mother to another room, leaving Caretaker alone with their father, who continued to regard him with suspicion.
As the two were left alone in the dimly lit room, Caretaker couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.
The tension was thick, and Whumpee's father's gaze bore into him with increasing intensity.
"Caretaker, is it?" Whumpee's father asked once more, his tone even colder than before. "You seem rather unconventional."
Caretaker gave a tight-lipped smile, trying to keep his composure. "I suppose I am. Whumpee's been through a lot, and I just wanted to help."
Whumpee's father's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer, his voice a low whisper. "You may not be aware of this, but our child has a history. A troublesome one. They've caused us a great deal of pain."
Caretaker, unaware of Whumpee's tumultuous past with their parents, could only offer a falsely sympathetic nod. "I see. Well, people can change. Whumpee deserves a fresh start."
The conversation grew increasingly tense as Whumpee's father probed Caretaker with questions, and Caretaker did his best to deflect them while maintaining his facade of calm.
In the other room, Whumpee's mother confronted their child with harsh words and a cold demeanor, reopening old wounds that had never truly healed.
The air grew heavy with tension as Whumpee's mother unleashed a torrent of belittlement and cruel insults, targeting every insecurity and vulnerability she knew her child possessed.
"You always were a disappointment," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "No matter how hard we tried to correct your flaws, you remained a failure."
Whumpee, feeling the weight of her words, remained silent, determined not to give her mother the satisfaction of seeing their tears.
They had endured years of emotional abuse at her hands, and they had learned to build walls around their heart to protect themselves.
But Whumpee's mother was relentless.
Her anger escalated, and she stepped closer to Whumpee, her face contorted with rage.
Without warning, she lashed out, striking her child across the face with a sharp slap.
Whumpee's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow, and they tasted blood where their lip had split from the impact.
Still, they remained silent, refusing to give her the reaction she craved.
They knew that engaging in a fight would only make things worse, and they had grown skilled at enduring her cruelty in silence.
Undeterred, Whumpee's mother continued her physical assault, raining down blows on her child's already battered body.
With each strike, Whumpee's resolve to remain stoic only grew stronger.
They clenched their fists, determined not to let her see their pain.
After the torment had ceased, Whumpee's mother finally seemed to exhaust herself with her rage.
She stepped back, panting heavily, her eyes filled with a twisted sense of satisfaction.
"Perhaps now you'll learn your place," she spat, turning and leaving the room, leaving Whumpee battered and bruised but unbowed.
Whumpee remained on the floor, trembling in pain, their body aching from the physical assault.
They took shallow breaths, trying to regain some semblance of composure, as they heard their parents' voices in the living room.
"We're leaving," Whumpee's mother announced coldly, her tone still tinged with anger. "This place is a lost cause, just like our child."
As the front door closed with a resounding thud, Caretaker waited for the sound to fade before quickly rushing to check on Whumpee.
Their heart ached at the sight of their friend lying battered and bruised on the floor.
Kneeling down beside Whumpee, Caretaker's eyes were filled with worry and regret.
They gently cradled Whumpee's trembling form, apologizing softly to them.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through this," they whispered, their voice filled with sorrow.
Feeling Whumpee's pain and vulnerability, Caretaker made a difficult decision.
With great care and tenderness, they lowered their head to Whumpee's neck and bit softly, injecting their vampire venom. The effect was almost immediate.
Whumpee's body relaxed as the venom coursed through their veins, spreading a warm, euphoric sensation that eased their pain.
The tension in their muscles melted away, and their mind became fuzzy but serene.
Caretaker held Whumpee close, cuddling them gently, and whispered soothing words until the pain and trauma of the evening faded into a distant memory.
Slowly, Whumpee's eyes grew heavy, and they drifted into a peaceful, healing sleep, safe in the arms of the vampire who had become their protector and solace in a world filled with cruelty.
Thank you again for taking the time out of your day to read, I wish you a wonderful day and send many Fuzzy blankies, cookies, and snacks to you all! I appreciate you for reading!
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i had a vision please let me just
cw: begging, kinda dehumanizing, attempted murder i guess, bad writing
a whumper breaks into someone’s house (with the intent of killing them). they got a knife or gun in their hand. they find the whumpee and basically chase them all around their house until eventually backing them up into a corner.
at this point, whumpee genuinely believes that they are about to die, so before they can even really think about what they’re doing, they drop to their hands and knees and beg for their life.
most of it is just crying and saying “pleaseplease dont, please-” over and over again. at some point they grabbed onto the killers pant leg like a child would in their desperate attempt for mercy. they don’t even remember doing it to be honest.
once that little outburst is over, whumpee realizes that their begging was not only humiliating, but most likely pointless. whumpee stays frozen in place, like a deer in the headlights, not daring to look up like it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
whumper is unnaturally quiet, and they stay quiet for way too long. whumpee can’t tell from the position they’re in, but whumper was uncharacteristically amused by this little show. normally they would have killed and their victims by now, maybe they’re getting soft.
after a few more minutes of deafening silence, whumpee finally gets enough courage to try and look up at them. their eyes almost reach their face when whumper grabs their hair, and slowly (but roughly) leans their head back down.
now whumpee is confused. are they still going to kill them? are they going to let them go? that seems way to easy… whumpers hand is still lingering on their head, in a way that could almost be mistaken as comforting.
whumpee was almost going to say something when whumpers hand starts moving, they flinch violently as they feel fingers ruffling their hair, as if they were a dog.
whumpee has a feeling they aren’t going to be let go anytime soon.
(sorry for the horrible writing i’ve never really done one of these before, and also i’m really tired)
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