#protective whumper

[jordanstrophe]

Survival instinct whumpees. They’re neither defiant or compliant, they simply want to survive. They talk to whumper trying to calm them down. They tell stories, crack jokes, give compliments, anything it takes to create a bond that might make whumper stay their hand. 

Better yet? Maybe this is the first pleasant conversation whumper has had in a long time. Maybe they melt into it, talk just as kindly back. They no longer have intent to harm whumpee, but now, they don’t want to let them go either. They want to protect them. 

They want to keep them.

[cepheusgalaxy]

Y'all im really here for all the Protective Caretaker Squad but i really wanted to see some protective whumpers

Whumper who doesn't think that what they do is wrong or hurtful at all and when someone else tries to hurt Whumlee they are baffled. Infuriated

Owner Whumper who doesn't allow anyone to as much as look at Whumpee the wrong way and will threaten anyone who does

Whumpers who threatens people and stay true to their threats

Reluctant Whumper who already hates when it's their fault Whumpee gets hurt, and when it's someone else they simply won't allow it.

Carewhumpers.

Powerful Whumper who has a feeling of ownership towards Whumpee, and nobody damages their property

Whumper who only hurts their Guard Dog Whumpee for training or sometimes a punishment and when someone else hurts them? Even if it's in a mission or something? They give Whumpee permission to destroy them.

[itsawhumpderfullife]

Whump Prompt #300

“No!”

That was the last thing Whumper A heard before they saw the back of Whumper B scream into view.

With the flash at the gun’s muzzle, Caretaker didn’t even glance back at them as they threw Whumper A’s own gun to the ground.

They- They’d shot Whumper B!

“I hope your happy with what you’ve done.” Caretaker called out, never turning back to the pair. And just like that, they were gone. Their job complete.

But their voice was drowned out by the intense buzzing in Whumper A’s ears as they crawled desperately towards where Whumper B was sprawled out on the pavement.

“Whumper B!”

Frantically, Whumper A searched for where Whumper B was bleeding and they had to stop it-

Whumper B’s hand latched onto theirs, a startled scream dying in Whumper A’s throat as they clasped back on that hand as if it was the only thing in the universe.

“Whumper B, are you okay? Where’s the bleeding? I have to-”

“I’m glad I got to see that beautiful face of yours before I go.” The words were nearly pristine, only a hint of wetness in Whumpee B’s breath.

Whumper A’s fingers froze from where they had been prying at various pieces of clothing to reveal where B’s wound was.

But that-

That sounded like goodbye.

“Don’t you dare say goodbye Whumper B. Don’t you dare!”

Whumper A couldn’t take it anymore as they heaved Whumper B’s body into their arms. But just as they took the first step, the telltale numbness of Caretaker’s special limb paralysis toxin took hold and their legs buckled uselessly under them.

Of course, it had to be the legs.

And that was it. Whumper A’s vision blurred as their resolve disintegrated. Their closest confidant, dying in their arms and it was their fault-

“Why? Why do you always sacrifice yourself? I- I’m not worth protecting but you are!”

“L- cough -iar. If your not worth protecting, then why are you so boopable? I love you so much ” Whumper B replied, reaching up weakly with a trembling hand to place their finger on Whumper A’s nose, the vague deliriousness clouding their eyes, but before they could, Whumper B’s eyes slipped closed.

As Whumper B slipped away from this world.

And so did the last dregs of Whumper B’s sanity

[rizzoto-whump]

TW: noncon, light gore, blood, minor character(s) death, obsessive whumper, omegaverse, experiment whump

Update a new chap!

79830, TX - rikkacha - Original Work [Archive of Our Own]

The effects of the experimental drug were getting stronger for the alphas, but they were all trapped there.

[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.

[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.

[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!"

[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-

[elisabethrosewrites]

"How much do you care for your Whumpee?" Whumper asked Caretaker in a nonchalant tone.

Caretaker glares viciously at him. "They don't mean anything to me." They tell the boldfaced lie with as much confidence as they can muster.

"Is that so?" Whumper asks, amused this time. "So if for example, I had Whumpee bound and gagged in the back of my car, that would mean nothing to you?"

"Nothing at all," Caretaker replies, the lie hurt but they had to protect Whumpee.

Whumper fixed Caretaker with a calculating stare. "Well then, I suppose I won't be needing them anymore." He lifted his phone to his ear. "Hear that Henchman? You can dispose of the brat now."

Ice rushed into Caretaker's lungs. All their bravado slipping away. "No!" They shouted.

"I thought they meant nothing to you?"

[jordanstrophe]

A protective whumper who's afraid whumpees job is far too dangerous for them, so they do everything in their power to ruin whumpees career.

-And they have power to do it.

[echo-goes-mmm]

So we all the love the whumpee-thinks-caretaker-is-their-new-master trope but what if it's true

Caretaker who did buy whumpee, and who does wholeheartedly believes and acts like whumpee belongs to them

But damn it they take great care of their possessions. After all, cats and dogs get spoiled with treats and comfy beds and vet visits when they're sick and cuddles and a form of love

Why should a slave be any different? Especially because caretaker bought whumpee for companionship

Plus whumpee can tidy up, cook for themselves, hold a conversation, and even play games like cards or board games, and can go everywhere caretaker can

That's infinitely better than a cat or dog.

It's just such a shame their old owner was so terrible. Whumpee is so timid now, and nearly skin and bone. But that's nothing a good owner can't fix, right? The poor thing needs some proper structure and attention that's all. It's a good thing whumpee is human. It would be a lot harder to rehabilitate a rescue who can't comprehend speech.

And whumpee doesn't want to leave. Fetching files from a desk and playing checkers and occasionally cleaning the kitchen while master chatters about work is far better than being locked in a cold basement and getting beaten every day

Their new master doesn't lay a hand on them, their version of punishment is no music while doing chores, or no dessert

After all, you wouldn't hit your dog. Caretaker's new pet deserves at least that

[greatgigintheskiess]

cw: violence, blood, guns

"You'll pay for what you did to them", Caretaker spat full of rage, walking towards Whumper, who crouched on the ground.

Their usual calm and gentle voice was ice cold, eyes filled with fury where there once used to be warmth. Whumpee has never seen them like this, never would've imagined them to even act like that. That couldn't be the Caretaker they knew.

And Whumpee flinched when they kicked into Whumper's abdomen. They gnashed their teeth in pain, arching their back.

Just like they used to kick Whumpee whenever they were bad, didn't want to listen.

Another kick followed, this time against their jaw and Whumper's blood spurted, dropping on the floor, covering everything in dark red.

Blood. Just like theirs.

"Caretaker! Please, stop!", Whumpee cried out, as they couldn't stand this sight anymore.

Whumper panted in agony before Caretaker pulled out a weapon, pointing it at the helpless figure covering to their feet.

"You'll pay with your life. You fucking deserve it."

They drew a sharp breath through their clenched teeth, the desire for revenge glowing in their eyes.

Nothing could stop them now. And they had no pity for this asshole.

The one responsible for Whumpee's pain, for those years of hell. They will die in the same cellar, where Whumpee used to be tortured for so long.

Caretaker has sworn to kill them if their paths ever meet and here they were.

"Please, don't do this!", Whumpee repeated and watched the whole scene with horror.

No one should die just because of them, someone so worthless, insignificant, unlovable.

No one deserved to die through Caretaker's hand, not even Whumper.

And if Caretaker kills them, they won't be any better than Whumper, who tortured and killed others before.

Yet Caretaker ignored their pleas, as if all of their morals went to waste in that single moment and they put their finger on the trigger, ready to pull. That's when Whumpee jumped in front of Whumper.

"Whumpee! What the hell are you doing?! Go out of the way!", they growled, the weapon still pointed at Whumpee's teary face.

"Please, don't..."

"Whumpee. Move to the side."

They stayed like this, looking into Caretaker's scowled features and it seemed like they were another person, as if replaced and blinded by vengeance.

Why did Whumpee defend this monster?!

[whumperofworlds]

That one moment where a Caretaker is angry and murderous towards a Whumper, then the moment they turned to Whumpee, that rage stops and is replaced with love, protectiveness, and softness towards Whumpee.

That's the good stuff.

[inkwell-and-dagger]

Caretaker comes from a noble bloodline, as does Whumper, who all specialise in hunting mythical creatures. This trait and activity is passed on for generations, but Caretaker has no interest in it and deems it as cruel.

Until Whumper hosted a "celebration" of this activity, where all who are invited are given the choice to bring their domesticated and captured creatures to show off, Caretaker had no clue what the mythical creatures looked like, nor how diverse the species' were.

Caretaker soon finds out. All types of mythical or otherwise unique animals, ranging from kneeling elves to caged fairies to declawed werewolves to chained dragons, among many more. Though, one stands out to them; Whumpee, frail and small amongst the crowd and activity yet tense and alert, sitting dutifully beside Whumper's seat.

[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.

[lumpofwhump]

Whumper found themself rooted in place, now face to face with the furious Caretaker broken free of their restraints. They were wielding Whumper’s favorite branding iron, heated up and ready to go.

“One thousand, three hundred and fifty eight,” Caretaker said in an icy monotone as they approached. Their many injuries didn’t slow them down in the least, instead making them if anything more terrifying.

“W-what?” Whumper asked with a thin, anxious laugh. “What’s that supposed —”

“That’s the number of times you hurt Whumpee,” Caretaker answered. “They were only one kind of lucky in all this.”

Behind them, Whumpee shifted uncomfortably in the two blankets draped over their gaunt frame.

Whumper looked equally unnerved. “How?”

“They had it spread out over seven years. You?” Caretaker abruptly thrust Whumper’s favorite branding iron forward, stopping it a mere inch from Whumper’s throat. “You’ll have to take it all in one go.”

“C-Caretaker, please…!” Whumpee interjected, eyes wide and horrified.

Not lowering their weapon in the slightest, Caretaker spared them a glance. “You don’t have to stay and watch,” they said to Whumpee in a voice as gentle as their tone had been harsh in speaking to Whumper. “I’ll see you soon, alright?”

Whumpee fled the room immediately without another word of protest. Meanwhile, Whumper gulped as Caretaker turned to them with cold fury in their eyes and started forward.

“Just be glad I’m not going to include my own injuries here,” Caretaker told them. “Then again, I don’t get the sense you’ll survive long enough for that to be an issue.”

With that, they jerked the branding iron ever so slightly to the left and pressed it against the skin of Whumper’s shoulder. Just as Whumper had done to Whumpee that first night of their captivity. Whumper let out the first scream of many.