#caretaker x whumper

[unhonest-iago]

whumpee who's been trained to be a weapon, essentially whumper's second in command meant to keep all their underlings in line. but whumper's extremely lenient and whumpee's been conditioned to ask them for permission before beating someone to a pulp. over the years, having bulked up in muscle. those who knew whumpee in the past would probably be disoriented at how cold and callous they were now.

how the air around them was now suffocating, a string held taut. whumpee's just itching for a fight to the point they daydream over it. salivate over it. their muscle strewn in knots from the anticipation of the nonverbal signal whumper will give them. their eyes in a constant thousand yard stare. unbeknown to whumpee, whumper had their sights on a specific target for them to sink their teeth into; caretaker. the only person who was able to dislodge whumpee from their grasp.

there was a time span lasting a month where caretaker was able to pluck whumpee from their grasp. it would be the perfect test to see if whumpee's undying loyalty was true or not. they end up passing with flying colors. caretaker is strewn across the linoleum in a pool of blood, barely breathing. whumpee hadn't recognized them or their pleas for them to stop.

[ami-in-whumperland]

Caretakers.

Bad caretakers.

Except, they're not a caretaker at all, they're just the temporary ‘good cop’ whumper who prefers psychological suffering over physical, and so they will gain whumpee's trust and then brutually break them when they become whumpee's comfort person ;)

[suspensefulpen]

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TW: Bad Caretaker

“You know, what happened to you?” Caretaker frowned, arms crossed. They stared at Whumpee who sat across from them. “What happened to you Whumpee? You were never like this. Making up all these stories, acting like you’re traumatized for attention. What has gotten into you?”

Whumpee flinched. He couldn’t believe he was hearing those words. A frown appeared on his own face as he dropped his fidgeting hands in his lap. “You know what, I always trusted you. No matter what happened, I always believed that I could trust you and that you would keep me safe. But now I see that I was wrong. You don’t even believe all of that really happened. I told you what happened and you’re still choosing to be around Whumper. You’re still choosing to be with him. You’re in love with him, even after what he did to me…”

They huffed. “I just don’t believe he ever did something to you. I think you’re just making all of this up.” They shrugged. “None of that ever happened, you just don’t approve of my relationship and you’re trying to make me hate him. Whumper has done nothing wrong—”

Whumpee jumped from his seat. “Whumper has done everything wrong! He threatened to kill me and you still don’t believe a word I say! You heard him threatening me yourself! And you still believe him over me!” His voice cracked as his hands rolled into tight fists and tears welled in his eyes.

Caretaker raised their brows. “Well to me, it looks like you’re the aggressor here. You’re yelling right now. You’ve never done that until recently. And every time was with Whumper. I think the real victim here is him. Not you. You just want to see me upset so you’re making up these stories. I think it would be better if you just let it go. Or better yet, leave.”

Shocked, Whumpee’s expression faded away. Though he didn’t give Caretaker the satisfaction of knowing. He frowned deeply. “Fine. I will leave. I hope you’re happy when you finally marry that sociopath.”

He walked out of the room without waiting for a response. He caught Whumper standing with a smirk at the end of the hall when he went to pack his things.

[oopsiwhumpeditagain]

whumper and caretaker are in a romantic relationship and caretaker thinks whumpee is lying because they're jealous

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

there are a few effective ways in which whumper can torture caretaker in my opinion.

they can do so by restraining caretaker, rendering caretaker immobile and helpless, as they kill or hurt whumpee in front of caretaker. they can tie caretaker to a chair and play a video record of them killing whumpee for caretaker to watch on repeat.

or…

whumper can manipulate / brainwash whumpee into joining their side. because what’s a better way to break caretaker than by turning their precious whumpee against them?

[little-unknown-miss]

I see prompts about hiding or treating injuries and scars but what about this;

Whumpees who makes their scars seem so much worse so that maybe Caretaker or Whumper won't hurt them as much or will pity them.

Whumpees who cries and sobs at even the slightest touch but is so used to the feeling.

Whumpees who show off their scars and wear things that make them more visible.

[w4nd3r3r123456]

Changes (2)

Thank you @cepheusgalaxy for answer my question!😅🥰

Note: based on the first part of this story, I'm now changing the characters names, so

"Whumper" = Caretaker (even tho they will have some very Whumper like moments in pt.2)

Whumpee = Whumpee

Whumper 2 = Whumper

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Caretaker continued to stroke Whumpee's hair after setting them down on the bed, their face still wet from their tears. Caretaker's hands drifted to Whumpee's face, their thumbs gently wiping them away as Whumpee continued to drift into an exhausted sleep. He got up silently, putting extra caution into each movement as to not wake Whumpee as he left the house.

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Caretaker sat relaxed on Whumper's couch, his head layed back, staring aimlessly at the star speckled sky through the glass windowed ceiling, his arms spread out across the cushions as he crossed his legs, one over the other. He lazily traced patterns across the room as he waited for his dear friend to arrive. Caretaker continued to wait for a while longer before the lights switched on to reveal Whumper, standing at the doorway, gun in hand, " Jeez Caretaker, you really gotta let me know when you're coming before hand" he sighed out as he lowered the gun onto a nearby shelf and approached Caretaker. "Does the Reaper knock before taking your life?" He responded, his eyes following the gun as a sickly sweet smile plastered his face. Whumper rolled his eyes and scoffed while motioning for Caretaker to follow him to the kitchen. Of course, he obliged, his smile shifting to a manic grin as Whumper turned away. Whumper proceeded to lay his coat on a chair as he opened his Wine cabinet. "So, you going out of town again? Need someone to babysit?" he questioned as Caretaker took a seat at the table. "What, I can't come for a simple visit for the purpose of simply missing you?" Caretaker raised a brow as Whumper brought over two cups and a bottle before taking his own seat across from him. "Tch, miss my ass loser. What'd you need from me?" he inquired again as he raised his cup to his lips, the red liquid sloshing around before reaching his lips and staining them a crimson red. Caretaker let out a sigh as he got up, stretching as he reached out to grip the wine bottle Infront of them both. "huh, Cabernet Sauvignon, haven't had that in a while, bit cheap for your taste, no?" Whumper shrugged, about to respond before an ear splitting shatter echoed through the house, the red liquid mixing with his blood as is splattered across the kitchen and poured down in rivers from his head. Whumper froze, his hands darting up to his head as he shot up, tripping over himself as he cursed Caretaker "w-what the hell?! The Fvck are you on you crazy bastard?!" Caretaker chuckled as he watched Whumper stumble from one wall to another, his crippling form trying to leave the kitchen, probably to retrieve his gun. Caretaker took his time, still gripping the top of the now shattered bottle, dragging the jagged edges across the specked marble countertops before stopping right before Whumpers head, lowering his own head to whisper into Whumpers ear "you won't be doing anymore 'babysitting', not after this." He pulled his arm back as Whumper continued to struggle away, slipping constantly as he struggled through the pool of blood under him, the next second he was on the ground, Caretaker over him twisting the broken bottle into his abdomen as he shrieked under him. "what ever did Whumpee do to you, I wonder." He grinned as he pulled the bottle out and threw it to the side, disregarding it as Whumper whimpered and struggled under him. "t-that pathetic b*tch t-told you, I s-swear i-i'll kill y-you both." He threatened, his hair sticking to the sweat and blood on his face as Caretaker chuckled over him "oh ho ho, i'm truly terrified, how will I ever get away from you?" He mocked as he lifted himself off of Whumper. "now then, what DID you do to my Whumpee, hmm? Was it perhaps this?" He took a step back from Whumper before landing a kick at his gut. Whumper groaned as he coughed up blood, his eyelids slowly drooping as caretaker continued to beat him senseless.

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Caretaker had finished cleaning up the mess Whumper had made before conveniently dying. He sighed as he made his way around the house, changing into a fresh pair of Whumpers clothes before pocketing loose cash and swiping away anything he thought Whumpee would like, his grin never faltering for even a moment as he drove home.

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He entered the house with the same caution which he employed when leaving it, making his way to Whumpee's room as he gently lay out one of his gifts on the nightstand next to them, knowing full well Whumpee wouldn't like the idea of Caretaker pitying them enough to spend hundreds on them in a single night. He set down the gold chained necklace, it's diamond charm clanking lightly against the birch wood nightstand. Caretaker knelt down beside Whumpee's bedside, his one hand gently cupping their face as he used the other to continue stroking their hair, as though he never left.

[montammil]

Whumpee escapes Whumper, but they don’t want to let Caretaker even know they’re alive, because of the risk Whumper will hurt not only them, but Caretaker.

So they go into hiding, alone and isolated, where if Whumper finds them again, it’ll just be them. They won’t have to feel guilt for anyone else who gets hurt for them.

Until they reluctantly go into a public area to get groceries, and find Caretaker there. When they lock eyes, Whumpee runs as fast as they can, limping and staggering, but still trying their hardest, a frantic Caretaker chasing after them, begging them to stop.

Whumpee gets away, and now Caretaker is also trying their hardest to track them down again... the question is, will they get to them first, or Whumper?

...or maybe they’ll both find them at the same time.

[whump3000]

TW: Blood, Torture

Whumper looked down at their bloody hands, refusing to lift their head and look at Caretaker.

“Leave. Please.”

“I only wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” Caretaker spoke softly, calmly, but Whumper could sense the quiet anger hiding in their voice.

“Please. Get out. I don’t like it when you see me like this. I don’t want you to see me like this!”

“Then why do you do it?”

Behind them, Whumper could hear Whumpee stirring weakly, trying to push themselves back up. Before them, Whumper could hear the soft “tick-tick” of Caretaker’s watch and the softness of their breath.

“I can’t help it.”

“I think you can.”

Anger sparked in Whumper’s body. They could feel it traveling through their chest and down their arms, tingling in their blood-stained fingers. The brass knuckles were only a few feet away. They could grab them and take out Caretaker too, put an end to all their pointed questions.

Whumper took a deep breath. They loved Caretaker. They wouldn’t do this to them. Right?

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Understand what? To be hurt? Whumper, I saved you.”

The spark found its kindling in Whumper’s heart. Rage throbbed against their body. It took everything they had in them not to break Caretaker’s pretty face.

“You saved me. You didn’t feel what it was like.” Whumper took a step towards Whumpee, watching them huddle in their corner, flinching.

Whumper took another step. Each breath they breathed was oxygen fueling their inner fire.

“You don’t know what it was like to be tortured every single day. You didn’t feel the agony, the humiliation, the rage. You didn’t dream of the day you could take your revenge, only to have it taken away because your partner, your lover, your grandiose savior had to go around playing avenger.”

“If you hated your Whumper so much, why do you act just like them?”

“Maybe because I don’t know who to be!” Whumper grabbed Whumpee and threw them to the floor. “Out there, I’m just helpless Little Whumpee, but here? Here I can have power. Here I can control my own fate,” with each sentence, Whumper drove a sharp kick into Whumpee’s body, their cries an emphasis to their every syllable.

Caretaker covered their mouth, appalled.

Whumper’s vision burned red, as they brought their foot down on Whumpee, screaming “Here I don’t have to live under the shadow of someone who said they’d always be there for me!”

Whumpee’s ribs gave a nasty CRACK and Whumper paused, gasping for breath.

Caretaker let out a strangled sound. “I think I’m going to be sick.” They choked, running out of the room.

Under Whumper, Whumpee made a pitiful sound, reaching for their hand.

Normally, Whumper would slap it away, but instead they stood, staring out the door after their lover.

What had they done?

“i don’t want you to see me like this”

[unhonest-iago]

Caretaker who previously was a whumpee not being able to look in the mirror. Not because they have a plethora of scars as their whumper hated marring their beautiful skin. They'd force them watch as their punishment was doled out to another whumpee. It would always take place in a room of mirror, every wall a reflective surface. Unable to look away.

The only time they got punishment was when they tried to harm themselves. Scratching the skin on their face. Punching one of the mirrors to obtain a shard to blind themselves. Their attempts futile as even then whumpee still wouldn't physically hurt them. Tied down to a headboard as their fingers dug into the muscle around caretaker's stomach. Tickling them until it hurt.

And now, every time they look in the mirror, it all comes running back. Closing their eyes, ducking beneath the sink. Crawling to the door as they repeatedly whisper that they're no longer there. Only opening their eyes once they're out of the room.

[valcaira]

Attention Whump Community!

Clogging disability tags is a massive problem that we need to address. Many tags, especially those surrounding permanent injuries, paralysis, vision loss and certain illnesses have become unusable due to being flooded with unrelated things. Yes, that includes your writing. Those tags are not for you. It's isolating, frustrating and depressing to try finding a community and other people who share your issues but all that comes up is whump, fandom shit, gifs, headcanons, etc.

I'm newly paralyzed. I have looked at many tags surrounding paralysis, trying to find support, a community, anything of people struggling with the same thing. Nothing. There's barely anything for us in the general disabilty tags. I am BEGGING you to understand and recognize how AWFUL it is.

So, I have a proposition. A tag you can and should use exclusively for disability content in whump writing. Not any other tag surrounding disability, lest you'll clog it up.

#disabled whumpee

It's tempting to use more specific tags, I get it. Due to being in the whump community myself I know #medical whump is already a tag. You have those tags. Use them. Don't use the disability tags. Don't clog up the few spaces us disabled people have.

[suspensefulpen]

Animal

TW: Choking, Bad Caretaker, Defiant Whumpee, Possessive Whumper

Whumper sighed as he stared down at the stack of papers in front of him. He was tired of looking at paperwork, he really wanted to take a break. No, a vacation.

Caretaker walked into the room and placed a fresh cup of coffee on his desk. Whumper paused when he noticed a scratch peeking out from under their sleeve. His hand instantly grasped their wrist, making them flinch. He frowned slightly and looked up at the nervous expression on their face. His thumb brushed over the scratch.

“What is this?”

“What? I–I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Caretaker forced a smile that Whumper could see right through.

His grip tightened as he rolled up their sleeve, much to their dismay. What Whumper originally thought to be a small scratch, turned out to be one among many large ones. Very few seemed to be healed. “Where did these come from?”

“Where…did what come from?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Caretaker! Where the hell did these come from?”

They went silent, their gaze shifting elsewhere before landing on something to their right. Whumper followed their gaze to the monitor that displayed live footage of the crouching figure in the corner of an unfinished room. Whumper stood, pulling Caretaker towards him before forcing them into the desk chair. They instantly attempted protesting as he turned to leave. He turned back, lowering his voice and leaning close.

“You don’t move from this chair, understand?”

Knowing what Whumper would be willing to do to show them, they nodded slowly. “Yes sir…”

~~

Whumpee didn’t budge when he heard the clicking sounds on the other side of the door. It was probably just Caretaker again with food. He pondered scaring them again to make them go away. The food wasn’t all that great anyway.

When all of the locks were unlocked, the heavy door swung open, hitting against the wall with an ear splitting slam.

Confused, Whumpee sat up, instead finding an angry Whumper marching into the room. However, before he could move another inch, his back was forced against the wall with Whumper’s hand around his throat. He attempted prying the hand off as he desperately gasped for oxygen.

“You got some nerve Whumpee.” Whumper spoke sternly. “Thinking you can just get away with hurting my precious Caretaker.”

“Your precious Caretaker?” Whumpee wheezed. “They seem more like a servant to you.”

“I’ll make you their servant if you ever have the nerve to hurt them again.” His grip tightened. “I shouldn’t even allow you the luxury of getting food in the first place. You don’t deserve it.” Just as Whumpee’s eyes began rolling back and fluttering, his grip loosened. “Since you want to act like an animal, I’ll make sure you get treated like one.”

[ami-in-whumperland]

Even better if Whumper abuses and mistreats Whumpee while in Caretaker's form, so when Caretaker is finally let go and comes back, Whumpee is absolutely terrified of them and they can't seem to convince Whumpee that it wasn't them because it sounds unrealistic :D

Shapeshifter Whumper who kidnaps Caretaker and shapeshifts into them, using it as a way to get closer to Whumpee. Everyday they come back to where they’re keeping Caretaker and change back into their original form, telling them just how much fun they had with their Whumpee.

[echoingalaxies]

“I will do anything,” Caretaker pleaded from their knees. “Just – don’t hurt him. He’s not your enemy. I am.”

Whumper narrowed his eyes, considering, but did not let go of Whumpee, whom he had pinned against the wall, his hand wrapped around the throat of the defenseless boy, who didn’t have enough life in him to put up a fight anymore. “What do you have to offer?”

“What do you want?” Caretaker stared at Whumper. “My life? My freedom? Let him go and whatever it is you want from me, I will give you without a fight.”

“I want you to suffer,” Whumper spat, fingers tightening around half-conscious Whumpee’s neck. Whumpee’s breaths were becoming more shallow and raspy, and Whumper grinned toothily at the pure panic and desperation on Caretaker’s face. “And what would be a better way to make that happen than through him?”

[lumpywhump]

Tw: noncon drugging

Living weapon A meeting living weapon B.

In A's eyes are a bone-deep tiredness that can only been noticed by another weapon.

A and B waiting for medical attention after an intense mission. Them lying against each other, one trying not to fall asleep, the other trying not to cry.

A and B forming a silent bond after their handlers working together for a long time. And A finds out that B and their handler had left. Trying to control their emotions when they realize they never got to say goodbye.

A waking to B's screams every night, knowing that they're not allowed to help B. Some nights it's worth the resulting punishments.

A having to watch B being drugged and delirious from a punishment. Watching B's cries while knowing that their handlers are watching them. A getting beaten for sobbing when B cries out for them.

A and B constantly having to preform emergency medical treatments on each other. Not having the proper tools and their only experience with it was when a doctor did it to them.

A and B sharing a room and staying up late together while trying to deal with their trauma.

Handler swap!? It's just a chill training day and the handlers decide to swap weapons for a day, see how it goes! They definitely wont come crawling back to their old handler begging them not to give them to the other handler. And both weapons apologizing for how awful their handlers are.

A and B are always given their meals together. A is always still hungry and B always gets full quickly. Sharing is caring after all!

A being extremely broken and B still being a defiant asshole. A watching B get slapped around for their sarcasm and begging for B to stop. A trying to teach B what to do and what not to do and helplessly watching as N breaks all the rules. A fearing that they might get punished for to being able to keep B in check. Eventually, A planning an escape attempt and inviting B with them. Their heart breaks as head B's refusal. "No, there's no point, we're just weapons,"

B preventing A from picking at their healing wounds.

A and B are together 24/7, they don't have anything else to talk about, they just enjoy the other's silent presence.

The pair planning an escape attempt.

The pair being separated when their handlers catch them.

"My weapon has never acted like this! Yours is a bad influence!" "No! Mines never had any feelings or wants till yours came around and ruined them!"

Because A and B are always together, they catch the same illness and are useless until they recover.

A and B curling up in the same bed "for warmth." That's what they'll tell their handlers at least...

[thriftyshark530]

Sunshine whumpee that never feels scared or unsafe, because of their scary dog privileges (caretaker). A very over protective and aggressive caretaker that has beaten down many people in the past that have tried to hurt or even threaten whumpee, and whumpee knows just how protected they are. Perhaps caretaker failed to protect whumpee in the past from whumper, and has sworn to themselves to never let that happen again. Or maybe caretaker grew up rough, and doesn't want the same for whumpee.

Either way, I love the dynamic of whumpee calling caretaker to their room. Caretaker burst in ready to fight everything in there, only for whumpee to calmly ask them for a cup of water. And caretaker just stands there looking confused (maybe even disappointed) about not getting to fight anyone.