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Oh, look, a miracle! I'm posting something!

I have a whole universe and lore to go with this piece, and the way I gained inspiration for this is actually kinda bizarre. BTW, let me know if it's somehow nice to read, I could probably write other parts (with patience, OFC)

TW: Mentions of non-con, mentions of drug use, nudity (non sexual)

Claire woke up after yet another restless slumber. She turned around, wrapping the thin blanket around her frame. She wasn't freezing, someone probably turned on the heating in the house during the night.

As she continued to shift and turn on the mattress, she wondered how much she had slept in, and found herself hoping she had at least rested for a few hours. She could feel the dark circles under her eyes growing heavier on her face with each passing day, she surely wasn't going to be very pleasantly looking. She brought a hand to her cheek, and she found it sticky with dried tears. She just wished that this time her nocturnal weeping didn't leave any angry red marks on her face, or he would point it out like he did last time. Not a great experience, being screamed at and demeaned about that.

She turned around again, and this time she jumped in the far corner of the mattress, clutching onto the sheets for dear life. She didn't expect to see a tall, dark figure in front of her bedroom door, just watching her waking up (or even sleeping, has he been there for a long time). Claire recognised the big man almost immediately. His name was Evander, even though her Master liked to call him "his personal guard dog". He was the tallest man in the household, almost 6' 6'', maybe a little less. He had light brown hair, always neatly trimmed and short, but Claire always thought he would suit a longer hair style. His eyes were grey, but sometimes, if he was in the right light, they would appear blue. He was scarily muscular, with broad shoulders, large arms and thighs and an equally broad chest. Right now, he was covering the entrance of her room completely. Even though the door was open, it was like he was replacing the steel with his own body.

- I'm sorry. Didn't mean to scare you, little one -

His voice was rough and low, as if he just woke up, but the light veil of sweat that covered his skin made it clear he had already undergone some of his morning tasks and training. He was just trying to keep his tone low so not to startle her more.

- It's already noon. I have to clean you up. There's a party this evening -

Claire was sure all colors just disappeared from her face at the mention of another party. The last one was just three weeks ago, and she could still feel the aftermath of it right now. Her eyes started to fill with tears, but she fought the urge to let them flow down her cheeks and stain them more than they already had.

Evander reached out a hand, so big and intimidating. Much bigger than her Master's hand, and he could hurt her so badly with just one slap. She wondered how much damage could one slap from Evander do to her. She probably won't be able to survive one of his blows. Luckily, he never hit her, she didn't know if it was out of his own kindness or an order from above. Whichever the case, she was grateful.

- We don't have all day. Come on -

She put her smaller hand in his and got up with wobbly legs. He helped her steady herself with a hand on her back, and she followed him down the grey hallway. The door closed behind them with a loud bang, and she jumped and shivered, startled by the noise. He didn't say anything to her, not a scolding, neither a word of encouragement.

They walked in silence, passed tens of doors and electrical panels just to stop in front of a big, stained glass double entrance. The bathrooms. Evander reached in his pockets, searching for his keycard. He took out the white card and swiped it on the left side of the door, which opened with a loud whirring. Evander went behind her and waited for her to go inside before closing the doors again.

The bathrooms were the biggest room Claire has ever seen. It resembled a huge metal shed, white panelling on the walls and cold neon lights that nearly blinded her.

Evander led her to one of the squared baths, the water was so clear she could make out all the white tiles on the bottom. He silently walked to one of the service room to retrieve everything they need to wash her up, and she took it as her queue to undress in a bit of privacy. She only had a long, white t-shirt, an equally white culottes and a pair of thin socks. She folded everything in a pile beside the tub, then waited for Evander to come back.

He arrived one minute later, carrying lavender scented soap, a sponge and a bucket. He didn't glance at her naked form, instead he knelt down to collect her clothes, giving her new ones and putting the old garments in the bucket.

- You can step in -

His gravelly voice resounded in the empty space. She obeyed him, stepping into the surprisingly lukewarm water. She usually had freezing baths, and something was telling her that Evander might have sneaked in some hot water just for her.

He started to pour the soap on the damp sponge and he caressed her back with it, scrubbing gently down her arms and legs. He was avoiding her intimate parts, and she was grateful.

- Can you scrub down there, little one? -

He handed her the sponge and she took it, she knew she had to be thoroughly cleaned, especially in those parts.

Touching herself down there brought a fresh wave of tears in her eyes, and she didn't want to cry. She thought a bit of conversation with Evander could distract her.

- What kind of party? -

Her first spoken word came out raspy and pathetically whisper-like. He didn't care, though.

- New year's eve. Guess it will last till morning -

She nodded, then gave the sponge back to him. He finished scrubbing her legs and feet.

- You have access to the medical wing? -

He watched her quizzicaly.

- Yes, but I don't go there a lot -

- Drug me -

He let the sponge fall in the water with a splash.

- What? -

- You can take one of those pills from the infirmary. The one that make your head feel all dizzy and you don't know what's happening anymore. Please, before the party, can you drug me with one of those? -

- I don't... -

- I can't disobey him. But I don't want to feel the things they do to me - she started crying, fuck, she didn't want to cry.

- Please. Please, I can't, not if I understand what's happening. Give me one of those -

Evander was silent, his features unreadable. He was staring at her face, then shifted his gaze to the water.

- We need to wash your hair. You trust me to get your head underwater? -

- Please... -

He caressed her head with his hand, practically circling her entire skull with his palm.

- I promise it'll last one second, little one -

She allowed him to push her head underwater, her tears mixing with the lavender bubbles.

He washed her hair, then rinsed them and helped her out of the tub. Droplets of water were dripping down her body, and he helped her into a towel, not very pleasant at touch but it did its job. The two of them were silent for a long time, before he stood in front of her and took her in his embrace. She let herself melt in his arms, inhaling his scent of lavender, sweat and soil. He must've been outside.

- I'll be there tonight. I'll make sure nothing happens to you -

She answered, her voice muffled by his shirt.

- If he want me to do it, I have to -

- Not if I can do something to protect you -

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Touch starved but sex repulsed whumpee X touch repulsed but hypersexual whumpee

They're in love with each other, but they're unable to love each other.

That's it. That's the thought.

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Cw: forced starvation, non-con drugging (maybe a little bit of gore, idk if I can call it gore, but it's like a phrase and it's not graphic)

Whumpee backed away trying to escape Whumper. They had a syringe in his hand, filled with an unknown clear liquid.

- Come on dear, you're just making all of this more difficult -

Whumper spoke with a soft, yet impatient tone.

- Please... Please Whumper... Not the needle, please! -

Whumpee's pleads where silent to Whumper's ears. They've had enough. Whumper grabbed Whumpee by the collar and shoved them into the wall, making them hit their head. Hard.

Everything was dizzy and confused. Whumper approached Whumpee, syringe in hand, a wicked grin on his face.

- Do you see this, Whumpee? I didn't make you blind with this stroke, did I? You can take so much more than that -

Whumpee forced themselves to nod. They could see the syringe. They could see it, and they were so much afraid of it.

- That's a special mixture, a combination I never tried before. You will be my first, isn't that exciting? -

Whumper brought the needle to the softest part of Whumpee's neck.

- Don't worry, I think this might be the most innocuous toxin I have ever experimented. The only thing that can get you killed is food -

Whumpee looked at them with a puzzled expression.

- Yes, food. Those things i give you to eat so you can survive, you know? Have you gone totally dumb? -

- I...I Kn...ow what food is -

- Good. Well, if you don't want to die by your internal organs being destroyed by acid digestive fluids, I advise you not to touch a single bread crumb. Do you understand? -

Whumpee couldn't do much more than cry and close their eyes while the needle painfully sunk under their skin. The liquid made Whumpee feel extremely exhausted, and they collapsed on the ground. The last thing they saw was Whumper closing their cell door with a loud thump.

The next few days were a living hell for Whumpee. Their stomach won't stop growling and aching for food, and worst part was that Whumper never really stopped to bring the food tray to Whumpee. It was filled with the same, old, disgusting scraps, obviously, but in the eyes of a very hungry Whumpee those scraps were like a five-stars dish.

They would beg Whumper not to bring the food, to take away the temptation, but Whumper just laughed at their face.

- And missing the chance to see you all desperate over a little piece of bread? Just a few more days. You can always give in and eat something, if you want to take the risk... -

Whumpee shook their head. Thay won't give in. They won't give Whumper the satisfaction of seeing them in excruciating pain.

Two more days passed, and Whumper brought Whumpee their usual food's tray.

- Today is the day, darling! -

They looked up at them, with wide, glossy eyes.

- Can I... Can I eat? -

Whumper handed them a tiny piece of bread.

- I think you can try, if you want -

This was enough for Whumpee to throw themselves on the food, devouring that little piece right from Whumper's hand.

- Woah, such an hungry little thing, aren't you? Well, it was you that decided to starve yourself, after all -

Whumpee was confused.

- Well, yes, I brought you plenty of food everyday, but you just decided to listen to that little defiant voice in your head. What a shame, really -

- But... But you said... -

- That you would have died? You're so silly, my precious Whumpee. You believe in anything I tell you, isn't that right? -

- The syringe... -

- Saline solution. And a sedative, to give you dizziness. I never liked a rebellious pet, after all -

Whumpee was on the verge of tears. They starved themselves, for days. And they were sure they were saving themselves instead.

- This was a nice experiment, little one. I'll leave you with your thoughts, for now. I believe you have a lot to elaborate right now -

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Ooh, I can imagine this as a VERY tragic scenario, maybe whumpee is too sick, too old or not useful anymore, and whumper has to get rid of them, but they've grown attached.

Maybe they don't want to kill them, but thay feel like they have to, so they cradle whumpee on their lap, hushing them and giving them affection for the first and last time. And whumpee gives in that affection, it's the only thing they wanted and they don't question it.

And what if caretaker burst in, in the exact moment in which whumper is holding the syringe close to whumpee's neck?

“you need to sleep, whumpee,” whumper says. they approach slowly, hands held behind their back, “That’s all this is going to do, help you sleep”

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Lately I've been obsessed with one trope in particular, the one in which Whumpee, who has always lived with Whumper and knows nothing but pain, is "rescued" (we can even say kidnapped, actually), by Second Whumper, who is not cruel as First Whumper and is shocked when they realize that Whumpee is afraid that something bad will be done to them, or that they will not be given basic necessities. Whumper, bit by bit, becomes a Caretaker for Whumpee, making sure they're going to be okay.

Bonus point if around Whumper/Caretaker there are henchmen who have always seen their negative and unaffectionate side, and now find themselves in front of an affectionate and warm person.

Bonus point if Whumper/Caretaker and Whumpee fall in love, deeply.

Bonus point if First Whumper finds out about the relationship between the two, and is very, very jealous.

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Fairy whumpee trapped in a Terrarium by whumper, and kept on a shelf as display. Maybe the whumper owns a shop dedicated to mythical creature related items or whumpee is part of a special collection.

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That's just a thing I wanted to write for some time, so enjoy :-)

If anyone wants to read more, let me know, maybe I will start write a couple of series and this could be one of them✨

CW: female whumpee, tiny whumpee, captivity, broken wings

Whumpee didn't remember much about her life before the jar. She did remember the day she was taken, but not about her life before.

Her mom was so worried that day, because dad hadn't come back since he went to collect pollen with the other fairies. They were supposed to be at home before sunset, and it was already night time.

Whumpee remember the older fairies talk about "humans who wants to take fairies". She remembers everyone flying away from the forest, while tall men with butterfly nets tried to catch them. She was still a little fairy, she didn't even know how to fly, and she lost her mom while she was running away. Whumpee curled herself behind a bush, waiting for the humans to go away.

Her heart was pumping in her chest, she closed her eyes trying to not make a sound, until all she heard was silence. Everyone had flown away. Whumpee was too scared to come out, but something else attracted the humans.

She had, like every other fairy, a specific scent. She smelled like jasmine flowers.

The big human hand that took her from her hiding spot was strong and rough. She tried to fight, but he just took her by the wings, cracking them so she couldn't escape. She let out a high pitched sound, and then everything fade into black.

She woke up in the jar.

From that day, she no longer had a name. She was just a broken fairy. Someone had bought her, a cruel man who owned a little shop. He selled magical artifacts and animals. She was the only fairy.

Every day he reminded her of how much luck she had got by not being thrown away, given the fact that her wings were completely broken and she was too little to know how to use magic.

Her jar had an etiquette on the front. She could read it from the inside, and it said "BROKEN WOOD'S FAIRY, NOT FOR SALE, JUST RENT".

Her owner would frequently rent her to people who'd like to run experiments on her, torture her or simply admire her for a few hours. A wood's fairy was a rarity, after all.

After more than a decade of captivity, she was no longer that happy little fairy, who liked flowers and rabbits and spent the day sat on a mushroom, watching the sunset. She really was broken.

Her wings had lost the sense of touch, because of all the torture and the long time without flying. She was rarely given time to clean up, so she also lost her sweet jasmine scent. She had scars on her ankles, wrists and neck from the chains her owner always keeps her attached, as if she could run away in her current condition. She spent the days lying on the bottom of the jar, waiting for the dreaded moment when someone would pay a silver coin to touch her, torture her and then put her back in her prison.

Then, one day, the front door of the shop swung open. Whumpee was sleeping, tired after another session of torture. She woke up at her owner tapping on the jar, noticing she was taken away by the shelf she was kept on.

- This thing is not for sale. Here, read the paper. You can rent it for some time, do whatever you want -

The owner was talking to a man Whumpee has never seen before. She knew all the clients of her owner, but he was new. She was scared, she didn't know what he was going to do to her.

- I can pay you ten silver coins for her. A friend of mine talked to me about the fairy, and I want to buy her -

Whumpee was so confused. Buy her? Why? He could use her for just a silver coin, it didn't make any sense.

- You know fairies are scarce in those last years? I can't just leave this little toy to the first person that make an offer -

Whumpee looked up at the man. The glass was distorting his features, but he was indeed a beautiful man. His hair were slightly curly, not too short but not too long, and they were a light shade of brown. He had a stubble and he was probably in his thirties, given the fact that she knew her owner was in his fifties. He spoke with a calm and elegant tone.

- My friend, I have to tell you, I really want to have this fairy for me. Come on, tell a price and I'll pay for it -

The owner thought about it for a moment.

- Fourty silver coins -

- Deal -

Whumpee was shocked. She didn't knew much about coins and prices, but she knew that fourty silver coins were a fortune. She expected a little more negotiation.

Instead, the man took out a big sack filled with coins and slid it on the table. The owner took it greedily, and he shook the jar, making the little chains rattle against the glass.

- I hope you're satisfied, you have a rare little thing now -

- I am. Thank you, and goodbye -

The man took the jar in his hands, and Whumpee could see that he has clean and gentle hands, he was so careful with it, he didn't shook or overturned it. She was so confused. Why was he acting so oddly?

Whumpee could feel tears building up in her eyes. Was she going to suffer? Was he going to hurt her?

Suddenly, he stopped by an old stone bench and he opened the jar. The man put it down and gently broke the chains, so Whumpee could walk out of it.

- Come on, little one, you can come out -

She looked warily at him, and she continued her crying.

- There's no need for tears, honey. Walk towards me -

She did as she was told. After all, she was used to obey her owner and his clients.

Her bruised feet softly walked on the glass surface, but she was not used to walk anymore, so she stumbled out of the jar and on the hard surface of the bench. To her surprise, the man took her gently on his palm, scanning her tiny frame so he could witness her bruises.

- They really were cruel, weren't they, little one? -

She timidly nodded, hiding her face in her hands.

- I know this is probably scary for you, but I swear, I will never hurt you -

She looked directly in his blue eyes. He smiled softly at her.

- My name is Caretaker. Maybe, when you're ready, you will tell me your name too, little one -

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Ah yes, Whumper turned Caretaker, my favourite trope

“They don’t want you.” “It’s not safe out there.” “They don’t care about you.” Whumper had told them time and time again, but whumpee had never believed them. No. They knew that their team still wanted them; that caretaker was worried sick. They don’t fall victim to whumper’s mind games. They refused to.

That was, until, they escaped. The escape had been hard, far harder than whumpee had imagined, they’d left with more scars than they could count, broken bones and a broken mind. Their only hope was caretaker and their team.

So imagine whumpee’s face when they finally stagger in, leaning heavily against the door frame. “h-hey i-“ but the team never look their way. Their eyes seem to be glued on someone else, someone whumpee has never seen before, someone new. “G-guys..?” Once again, their hoarse voice is left unheard.

Whumper was right, weren’t they? They’ve already been replaced.

So, with that, whumpee turns around, and they go to the one place they promised themself they would never see again.

Their knock is weak, quiet, as if there’s still a part of them that knows this is a bad idea. But still, they can’t help but feel a small sense of relief when the door swings open, and whumper stands there, clad in a shirt that’s too big and sweatpants that are too loose. Whumpee can’t help but let out a sob.

“..whumpee..? what..”

“y-you were right.. they don’t w-want me anymore…” they avoid their eyes, shaking where they stand in the torn clothes they’ve worn for months.

“Oh, whumpee…”

“do whatever y-you want with me.. i don’t care anymore but- please… n-no chains..”

“Of course, little dove. I’m sorry.” Whumpee whimpers at the nickname, collapsing against whumper’s chest. Their knuckles turn white with the grip they have on their shirt, and their sobs only increase as whumper returns the hug. “I’m so sorry, Whumpee.” There’s no malice in their voice, no hint of joy or happiness, nothing but pure guilt. That night, Whumpee curls up in whumper’s clothes, they’re given their first proper meal in months; they sleep in a clean bed with bandaged wounds.

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Hi!

If you're reading this post, congratulations, you made it to my "writing blog"!

You can call me mry, I'm 19 and english is not my first language, so please, don't judge me if my spelling or grammar is wrong sometimes🥺

I write all kind of stuff, though I LOVE to write Whump, I discovered it like a year ago and it really suits my style and everything.

I think I will randomly post about ideas that pop casually in my mind, but please, if you have asks or requests about something you want to read, I will be sooo happy to write for you :-)

I basically write anything, if it's on request I can also write NSFW, I don't know if I would come up with a NSFW piece all by myself, but it's okay for me to write it.

Also, I will always put a trigger warning before everything I write, in case it may be disturbing for someone.

Do not interact if you're a minor, and if you're not interested in the things I write, just scroll and forget my blog, you're not forced to read it.

I will happily wait for your requests guys!

Love you all💓

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A quick whump prompt, since I'm dying to read it but don't find it anywhere

Medieval setting, Whumper is like a ruler, may be a king or an emperor. They have two Whumpees: Whumpee One is a male, he's Whumper's guard dog/high trained assassin, Whumper keeps him chained to their throne, always close to them and he punishes him only when he doesn't do what he's told (and, given the fact is not very often, when it happens it's terribly painful). Whumpee Two is a female, and she's more of a pleasure pet, always kept in Whumper's chambers. They're extremely possessive of her and gaslight and punishes her constantly.

Now imagine: Whumpee One sees Whumpee Two one day in her cell after she's been punished. He patch her up, he helps her and, basically, he become kind of a Caretaker for her. The two of them instantly falls in love.

What will happen now? Is Whumper going to discover them? Will they kill them? Or are they able to escape and start a new life?

The possibilities (and Whump scenarios) are endless.