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First sights

Caretaker walking into Whumpee’s hospital room in the ICU. It’s the first time they’ve seen them since they went into surgery and the sight is a shock. Whumpee’s face is puffy and bruised, they’re on a ventilator and hooked up to inumerable tubes and wires, and each of their limbs is propped up by pillows and in splints. A blanket neatly covers their small form. They look so much worse than during the rescue, somehow.

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I bring up electric cattle prods to normal people and they're like what in fuck is that but when I speak to my fellow whumpeteers about the cattle prod they're like oh ya. the hot stick. cattle prod. love that guy

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Adopt a Whumpee

Hi! This blog is ran by @zoeywhumps!

Q: What the hell is this?

A: This is a blog where you send in a whumpee to be adopted! You can be as detailed or as nondetailed as you want. Feel free to draw them, use a picrew, or leave their appearance up to the adopter!

Q: How do I orphan my whumpee?

A: Don't worry, your whumpee is in good hands here! Simply send in an ask with as much information about your whumpee as you desire, and I'll publish it under the tag #orphaned whumpee!

Q: Can I send in caretakers and whumpers too?

A: Absolutely! The blog title is just for simplicity.

Q: How do I adopt a whumpee?

A: Send in an ask with the link to the whumpee you want to adopt! If you reblog or comment on a post asking to adopt, I will simply tell you to read my pinned post.

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July Is A Wound II

CWᯓᡣ𐭩Elijah, Ciel, Ropes

Part I

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Ciel woke up with a soft groan. His wrists were tied above his head while his legs dangling in the air. The basement was so dark, not a flicker of light could be seen from Ciel's view. 

He tried to speak but then he realised, a cold metal ball was placed between his teeth. Ciel whimpered. Just what was going on right now? Where's Elijah?

"Mmh…mm…"

He kicked forward, feeling nothing except the cold air. His skin was already bruised from the tightropes and the pain doubled when he moved. Ciel took a deep breath, he needed to calm down. Maybe this was just some silly prank that Elijah put him in. That guy's a weirdo after all.

Just then, Ciel heard a soft chuckle coming behind him. It was hard for him to croon his neck in his direction, but he didn't need to. Because Elijah's already pressing his chest against his back. 

Ciel's breath grew heavier. He felt exposed and vulnerable. Even more so when Elijah's big hands gripped his hips, rubbing it softly with his thumbs. 

"I'm glad you want to play with me…" Elijah murmured, nuzzling Ciel's neck affectionately. "I do like my plaything to be cute…"

Hearing that, Ciel felt shiver down his spine. He exhaled shakily. He couldn't even find a way to be calm right now. All he could feel right now was the feeling of Elijah's lips on his skin.

Not kissing, just brushing against his neck.

Elijah buried his hands inside Ciel's pocket, pulling out his smartphone and wallet. He took a few steps away from Ciel to check both items. 

There's a few dollars, Ciel's ID card and his bank card all crumpled on one side. Elijah chuckled, looking at Ciel's picture. How cute. 

Moving on to his smartphone, Elijah grumbled slightly as he needed a password to get through. He put the screen in front of Ciel's face and ding! The phone's unlocked. There's a few messages left by his sister. Elijah pressed the app and started reading.

                                                 'I'm staying at someone's house.'

'Really?'

'That's good. I will come pick you up in a few days.'

'Send me the address.'

'Ciel..?'

Elijah smiled, this was going better than he thought. The cute guy was all his. He typed and hit send:

'I will tell you later. Don't worry. The person's nice. I'm having so much fun. Goodnight, sis.'

With that, he tossed the phone on the floor and embraced Ciel once again. He loved his scent, it's a mix of citrus and honey. Elijah took out his own phone and started voice recording. On the small table, there was a plate full of needles that he made special for Ciel. 

He carefully placed one between his fingers and without a warning, pierced it through Ciel's soft calf. "Shh…shh..it's gonna feel better soon…"

Ciel flinched. He immediately whimpered and moaned through the gag. Elijah wrapped his arm around Ciel's ankles to make sure he's not moving through the process. 

With his phone still recording, Elijah grinned at the thought of listening to Ciel's cute noises over and over and over again later that night.

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whumper came downstairs angry and yelling, so whumpee ran. Whumpee ran to their hiding spot, hoping to hide till tomorrow when whumper would be over whatever was troubling them. But then whumper calls to them. Their voice sweet as sugar. They ask whumpee if they're hungry. They tell whumpee that they're thinking about making whumpee's favorite dinner. So whumpee comes out of the hiding spot, they go to whumper, telling them that they would very much like that for dinner. And when whumpee comes within arms reach, whumper places their hand on whumpee's shoulder. Then their hands reach up to whumpee's neck and squeeze. As whumpee is kicking and grabbing at their arms only one thing echos in their head. "It was a trap..."

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Ok so I didn’t know daydreaming about whump was so common?? Wow. It should work the opposite way but imagining being tortured and acting a little bit of it out helps me sleep?? I pretend I’m a character and rescued after and then fall unconscious in someone’s arms and it works every time. Sometimes it takes me longer so I pretend like I’m in the ICU afterwards, listening half-conscious as people whisper about me in concern

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Silhouette Of Yesterday

It was a nice, calm evening.

Caretaker and Whumpee had used their time to go out together. Caretaker didn't want Whumpee to hide forever in his room. He kept saying stuff about Whumper going to take him back and made his life miserable again. But Caretaker would prove to Whumpee that they could protect him this time around.

"Whumpee?"

Caretaker called out, they were walking only to realise Whumpee wasn't there beside them. He was standing far behind from them, staring particularly at nothing.

"Whumpee, stop zoning out please…"

They approached him with a soft sigh. Putting their hand on his shoulder, Whumpee immediately flinched and Caretaker pulled their hand away apologetically. It's hard to deal with Whumpee one of these days. He couldn't sleep at night and his eyebags just kept getting worse and worse.

Whumpee said he had nightmares about Whumper. And by the looks of his messy hair and worn out expression, Caretaker knew it's true. 

Caretaker adjusted Whumpee's jacket from falling out from his shoulders. They didn't want anyone to see Whumpee's scars and bruises. Today's supposed to lift up Whumpee's spirit. To make him more energised, not to become more depressed and miserable. 

"Come on, let's buy gloves for your hands."

Whumpee nodded, trailing behind Caretaker as he watched his steps. His fingers and palms were covered with wounds and it was so so itchy. Caretaker couldn't even hold his hands like they used to. 

As they arrived at the shop, Whumpee went straight to the wanted section where a female worker was arranging some items on the box. She flashed Whumpee a soft smile, raising her eyebrows as if to ask him what he needed. 

Whumpee smiled sheepishly at her, putting his hands in his pocket. He felt so insecure about the way he looks at the moment. 

"...gloves."

The female worker nodded and continued with her work as Whumpee continued searching. Caretaker appeared behind him, immediately pointing at the yellow gloves with their index finger.

"That one looks great. You love yellow."

Whumpee frowned. That was... a long time ago. He didn't even remember he ever had a favourite colour before. All he knew right now was that yellow was Whumper's favorite.

He gently shook his head, hoping that Caretaker would leave it alone. But they suddenly grabbed the yellow gloves, examining it like they wanted him to buy it. Whumpee felt annoyed.

"I said I don't want it…"

"It looks perfect on you. Why don't you give it a—"

"I said I don't want it!!!"

Caretaker looked stunned for a moment before they tried to reach for Whumpee. "Whumpee—"

"I don't have to do what you say! I can pick what I want and I don't want the yellow gloves! I don't want it! I don't want it! I don't—"

"Okay! Okay…it was just a recommendation. Calm down…"

Caretaker rubbed Whumpee's shoulders soothingly, hoping that it would make him feel better. The female worker had finished her work quickly and walked away from the scene. 

Whumpee's eyes tearing up with tears at his little outburst. He looked up at Caretaker, silently apologising to them. "I wanna go home please…"

Caretaker nodded, pulling Whumpee into a tight hug. "Of course. Let's go home. We can buy the gloves later.."

~

Prompt idea by @defire

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Feeding Whumpee Poisoned pudding 🍮 😋

content: noncon drugging, intimate whumper, implied noncon, captivity, conditioned whumpee, starvation, begging

“I’ve made dessert,” Whumper announced with a smile, placing a bowl of admittedly delicious-looking pudding in front of Whumpee. “It’s not much, just some powder and milk. But it’s something. I thought it’d be fitting to have something sweet to celebrate our anniversary.”

Whumpee forced a smile. They were so fucking hungry. Was this why Whumper hadn’t fed them in a day? So they’d give amazing reviews of whatever they put on the table in front of them? “That’s very thoughtful.”

“Anything for my dearest. Why don’t you dig in?”

And Whumpee did. They tried to remain graceful and not just shovel it into their mouth like an animal, but after a very small serving of dinner, they were still starving.

Whumper watched them scarf it down with that unnerving smile, but Whumpee couldn’t even bring themself to care at the moment.

“What do you say we continue celebrating?” they asked once Whumpee was done eating.

“Celebrate… how, exactly?”

“Oh, you know…” They reached across the table, taking Whumpee’s hand and running their thumb across the back of it.

Whumpee flinched back, yanking their hand away. “No. I’ve told you before, I— I can’t. Please.”

Whumper’s smile widened. “How was the pudding?”

A sharp change, not doing anything to calm Whumpee’s racing heart. Going from indirect rape threats to being asked about their dinner was quite… Who were they kidding? Of course Whumper would do that.

“It was nice,” they said cautiously.

“I think you’ll find you have a need for a bed anyway.”

Just as they said that, Whumpee started to feel weird. Dizzy. Sleepy. Oh no. “What did you put in the pudding?” they asked, but their words came out a bit slurred, a bit wrong.

“Just a little something to help you loosen up.”

Oh dear lord. “Whumper… Please. I don’t ask you for a lot— I’ve learned, I’ve learned my place. Let me have this one thing.”

Whumper stood up and circled around the table, taking Whumpee by the hands and pulling them up. With how rapidly their body was going numb, they just sagged against Whumper, letting them hold them up. “But it’s our anniversary,” they cooed. “Don’t I deserve a gift too?”

Whumpee was crying by now, realising they had no way whatsoever to stop this from happening. “Please… Please, don’t…”

Whumper adjusted their hold and picked them up into a bridal carry. “Don’t worry, sweet pea. I’ll be so gentle.”

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I bring up electric cattle prods to normal people and they're like what in fuck is that but when I speak to my fellow whumpeteers about the cattle prod they're like oh ya. the hot stick. cattle prod. love that guy

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Cream And Sugar

"Come on, it's not that hard."

"No."

"Whumpee-darling?"

Whumpee glared at Whumper upon hearing that. He was tempted to punch his face after seeing that annoying grin. Whumper lifted Whumpee's chin with his foot, chuckling softly. 

"Call me honey and I will let you rest for the whole day."

There's no way Whumpee would do that. The humiliation and embarrassment that came with it wasn't worth it. He stayed silent, watching Whumper's expression closely as he said,

"Step over my dead body first."

Whumper raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly at the request. His grin suddenly turned sinister and Whumpee felt something clenched his stomach at the sight. He watched Whumper rose from his seat as the latter walked towards the wall. Whumper glanced at the baseball bat before returning his gaze to Whumpee with a look that said, 'do you really want to do this?'

Whumpee bit the inside of his cheek to stifle the whimper. He didn't like that look. It's as if Whumper had no problem killing him now. He backed away ever so slowly and when he looked up at Whumper, he knew what to do to save his life.

"H…Honey…" 

His voice came out soft, small…and weak. Whumper took great pleasure in his submission as his pet. All his. Crossing his arms over his chest, Whumper tilted his head to the side. 

"What was that?"

Whumpee nearly narrowed his eyes at Whumper, but he kept his composure for now. He needed to behave.

"I said…Honey…"

"That's good. But I want you to beg for your life."

Whumpee squirmed. "Please don't kill me…"

Whumper went quiet and Whumpee panicked. "Please don't kill me…! Honey, please..!"

"Aww, of course I won't kill you…" Whumper cooed, walking towards Whumpee before he crouched down in front of him. 

"Not when you are so lovely like this…"

~

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Birthday whump

it’s my birthday today so here’s some birthday-related whump prompts :)

whumpees who have grown up never celebrating a birthday. when they’re finally introduced to the idea by caretaker, they can’t believe it’s a real thing.

whumpees finally being able to celebrate their birthday again after escaping whumper, but having nobody to celebrate with.

whumper being especially cruel to whumpee on their birthday. how would this affect whumpee when caretaker tries to celebrate with them after escaping whumper?

alternatively: whumper being kinder and gentler to whumpee on their birthday. can whumpee truly enjoy it knowing what will come after the day is over? or is it nice just to play pretend for a little while?

whumpees who weren’t allowed to celebrate their birthday, being conditioned to believe that they don’t deserve things like that.

whumpees spoiled on their birthdays by carewhumper, who has an interesting idea of what ‘birthday treats’ are. (bonus points if whumpee loves these treats because it’s all they’ve ever known)

whumpee being completely ignored by whumper on their birthday. the silence and loneliness kills them - they spend the entire day on edge, waiting for something bad to happen. does it?

whumpees who are given a new birthday by whumper. is it the day they were kidnapped/bought? the day the two first met? the day whumper’s obsession began?

those whumpees (or whumpees without birthdays) being given a new birthday by caretaker: the day they were rescued and met their new family.

whumpees who are only allowed to spend holidays and birthdays with whumper. they’re forced to make excuses to friend and family as to why they can’t see them each year.

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Whumper gently braiding whumpee’s hair because they don’t want it getting caught in the tools they will be using. They don’t want to accidentally burn it or cut it.

Just a peaceful moment, a gentleness that means that pain will be coming soon. A silence before storm. And whumper is being very pedantic with the braid, taking their time, ensuring no hair will be out of place before that can begin.

Whumper is almost at the ends of whumpee’s hair. The pain will begin soon

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could you do a forced marriage drabble please

Here we go! I hope you enjoy this :)

Pink Marble

"Aww, dear. It's just his way of showing he loves you…"

That's what people always say whenever Whumpee showed their bruises to them. The many bruises Whumper left on their body, marking them as his. Like a sweet possession.

Whumpee looked down at the ring. It's a pricey one, and very beautiful. They could have anything they want in the world, but only when Whumper wanted it for them. If they behave and Whumper was feeling generous, they got the privilege to walk outside.

But only for half an hour. Not more, not less.

"Hey."

Whumper put his hand on Whumpee's shoulder, leaning in close from behind to their ear. "What are you thinking about?"

Whumpee wet their dry lips. "...Nothing."

Whumper hummed. He walked around Whumpee and sat beside them. His arm circled around their waist and he tugged them closer to his side. Whumpee tensed up as Whumper's thumb rubbing soft circles on their hips.

"You know I don't like it when you lie…"

Whumper slapped Whumpee's thigh, feeling it burning under his palm. He squeezed it after, earning a soft whine coming from his lover. Whumper chuckled, the sound echoed through the empty walls.

"You know you are lucky, right? To be married to me…"

He buried his face on their neck, inhaling their scent. He hummed, smelling the citrus and honey…before the distinct metallic tang hit his nose. 

Whumper looked down and frowned when he saw Whumpee pressed the ring against their finger. The ring was made specially for Whumpee, with a screw connected to it that went straight through their skin.

A permanent ring. 

Blood dripped down from the couch to the carpet, staining it red. Whumper grabbed Whumpee's hand, examining it as a look of panic painted his face. He looked up at Whumpee with wide eyes.

"Stop doing this! How many times have I told you that the only person who can hurt you is me?!"

Whumpee let out a breathless chuckle as tears rolled down their cheeks. They were so tired, and Whumper wouldn't stop chasing them. He had threatened them that he would kill their family if they didn't obey.

And so Whumpee was forced to keep up the facade of a happy partner in a happy marriage. All for their family. They smiled through their tears, leaning down to rest their forehead on Whumper's shoulder.

"I-I love you…"

Whumper hummed, feeling smug all of a sudden. "I know, Whumpee…I know."

~

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Whumpee who is recovering after the whumpTM, but it's not going great. They're so frustrated with themselves, with their caretakers, just with everything. Everyone is so soft and understanding and it bothers them and they want to scream, but they know they should be grateful.

Until Caretaker comes along. Caretaker isn't 'nice' like the others, they don't take bullshit. They're good for Whumpee, but they don't baby them. They treat them like an adult with anatomy, and it's so refreshing for Whumpee.

"You want to stay up, fine. But you will tell me when you can't anymore, because if I have to drag you off the floor we're both in trouble. Understand?"

"Stop whining. What do you need?" (And then they get or do whatever it is without issues or judgement.)

"Want to tell me why you're doing worse today?" -- "No..." -- "Okay."

"Where does it hurt?" -- "It doesn-" -- "Don't give me that, I can see it hurts. Now tell me where."

Caretaker trusts Whumpee to know what they need, and lets them know again and again they won't take this nonsense of hiding their pain. They're practical, and kind, and Whumpee needed that.

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When a character who normally has a silver tongue and a quick wit is speechless.

When an expressive character who wears their heart on their sleeve goes still, face blank.

When a character who is quick to solve problems with their fists drops their hands to their side, frozen.

Just the sudden absence of something that is always there, in both the good and the bad.

Gone in an instant.

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A Caretaker with electricity powers having to use their powers as a defribalator?

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the look of love (for writers)

"it's all in the eyes i was once told"

catching the stare of someone across a crowded room

subtle furrowing of eyebrows beyond a blank facade

coldness easing into warmth

a fond mothering gaze

corner of the lip nudged upward

forced glower/glare as they break underneath

batting their lashes, playful

a boisterous laugh

intrigue piercing the stoic

proud smugness at the other's success

lingering glances

a childish joy bursting through

pupils dilate

eyelids shut in a look of peace, calm and trust

look of longing/betrayal

"there was once a time when they were mine"

terseness

features fold into a scowl

an urgent flinching back

coldness returns (as though the warmth had never come)

lips part then purse

invasion of shock

slow stare at the floor

the ripple effect of a swallow

frustrated breath/sigh

bitter laugh in reminiscence

dread tearing through the seams of their composure

look of hatred

"darkness"

mean smirk- teeth bared grimace- scowl

dismissive gaze

gaze of contempt/impatience

threat lowering the voice

sardonic goading grins verging on manic

rolling one's eyes

flicker of irritation in the eyes

stares stubbornly ahead despite distraction

gritted teeth, clenched jaw

fierce biting remarks

even measured complexions betraying no thought

strangling oneself back from violence

utter apathy

murderous silence hanging in the stare

snobbish laughter

smiling at another's downfall