#clueless caretaker

[whump-bunny]

Imagine recovering Whumpee needs to use a wheelchair, but they're too weak to self-propel the wheels.

Caretaker: "Whumpee, why do you spend all your time in your room? We got you the wheelchair so you could have free reign of the house."

Whumpee: "I can't move it."

Caretaker: "What?"

Whumpee: "It's too heavy..."

[whump-about-it]

I know most people don't like female whump (which is completely understandable). But whenever I see female whumpees I imagine this specific scenario:

Whumpee has been captured for a couple of days/weeks before she escapes or is rescued. Of course once Caretaker (male) gets to her, he is extremely worried about Whumpee and desperately trying to help with her wounds, even as she refuses to let him investigate the blood stain on her pants.

"Caretaker, not all blood comes from wounds." she tries to hint gently, but Caretaker just doesn't get it.

"What the hell are you talking about? That blood stain is huge! Just let me take a look please. I promise I'll be discreet."

"For the love of God Caretaker, I'm on my period! Just get me a tampon and lets move on!"

[bilightningwhumper]

@May-lancholy 2025- Day 23

No way out- Lumina

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TW/CW: mention of implied SA, discussion of pregnancy and mention of abortion, trauma effects of extreme pro-life views

Lumina

The papers shook in Lumina’s hand as she took in the words on the page.

Pregnant. She was pregnant. How? She hadn’t even had sex since long before they’d captured her. And she’d been with the trio a majority of the time since. So, how?

“Oh, here you go, dear. I was a crier too when I was carrying my son.” the nurse soothed, giving her a box of tissues.

Lumina took some, giving her a smile she barely felt. Clearing her throat, she croaked, “Do you… Does it say how long? I- this is a lot to take in all at once.”

The nurse took the offered papers, skimming over them as Lumina wiped her eyes and blew her nose. “You’re around two months along.” she said, giving them back. “So conception would have been around when you had your assessment. Though I’d say it’s more likely you conceived before then, since you were under lockdown after. Unless…” She frowned, sitting beside Lumina, resting a hand on her trembling knee. “Did someone assault you? When we had you in the cells?”

Lumina shook her head. Even if she couldn’t remember the assessment, she could remember what happened after, at least some of it. She'd strained in the last few months to just get at least bits and pieces from what her mind could recall. Now she could remember being slammed to the ground, muzzled. How the bindings had cut into her skin. How her body felt raw and vulnerable. How her… How she'd felt between her legs. Her clothing had been disturbed before they'd tackled her. This… it had to have happened then, she realized now. But the nurse had to know that already. Wouldn’t she?

“I-” Lumina rubbed her forehead, trying to think. Maybe she could say something now? Defend herself? Whatever happened during the assessment… It was Cruella’s doing, she knew that much, but could she get someone else to understand that without saying it directly?

“I don’t know.” she said finally. “There’s… ever since I’ve been here, some of my days just disappear. No, they, they just don’t happen. They’re blank. I remember being one place one moment, then the next, somewhere else.” She looked up at the nurse. “Is that normal?”

The older lady just hummed before going to pick up her clipboard to jot something down. “That sounds like dissociative amnesia. Or something similar. I’ll mention it to the doctor, see if he wants to run any tests or assessments. In the meantime,” she said, handing Lumina her clothing. “You can get dressed and then I’ll take you back out to your team.”

Nausea roiled in her gut. Well, that hadn’t worked. Maybe they didn’t know about Cruella’s powers, what she could do. “But… I mean, shouldn’t I stay here? For monitoring or something?”

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” the nurse assured her, patting her shoulder gently. “We’ll tell them everything they need to know to keep an eye on you.”

She knew the nurse was only trying to make her feel better, but she only felt more like she was going to throw up. Maybe a plan b? “But what about the baby?” she managed.

That made the nurse pause. She frowned, tilting her head slightly at Lumina. “You want to keep it? Even with how you may have conceived it?”

Still queasy, Lumina nodded. Somehow, with her past history, she’d dodged the bullet of having this scare before, other than the once. But that was it. It’d probably almost happened again. A lot. Her heart had always frozen in fear when her period came late.

Now it had happened again. Was happening again. And she was always told taking measures to get rid of a baby, wanted or not, was the worst thing she could ever do. Even at the Company, they took that very seriously. They'd forgiven her past mistakes, but she couldn't go through with it again. Not since- It wasn’t something she could just… ignore? Just because these people went by different rules, that didn’t mean she could- How was that even a question?

Slowly, the nurse nodded, her kind smile back. “I’ll put that on your chart and give the pharmacy a list of medications for you to pick up before you go. And I’ll let the girls know with some instructions and pamphlets on how to help both you and the baby.”

Lumina sat there, stunned as the older woman left. She wasn’t sure how long it was until she broke down in tears.

There really was no way out of their hold on her.

She’d be their prisoner for the rest of her life. And now her baby would be, too.

It was like… after everything that had happened, it felt like a message. After everything she’d done. Every person she’d hurt. Maybe, maybe this was the universe’s way of telling her she deserved this.

Tears spilled over now. She wrapped her arms around her stomach.

Even if she did, even if she fully deserved every second of this torture for what she’d done, even if there was no way out for her, she’d make sure her baby would be free. They’d get out, even if she couldn’t.

“I promise.” she whispered. “I promise.”

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This one’s for all the unsuspecting Caretakers out there 🥂

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(Box boy universe snippet thing that I pulled outta my ass)

I shouldn’t be feeding into this, I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t…

But when they looked back again at the whumpee backed into the corner, waiting obediently for their judgement, it didn’t really matter.

“No, sweetheart, you’re not being bad. It was a good try, and I’m very proud of you,” they pause, gauging the way whumpee relaxed, “You’re being very good. And I think you deserve a treat. Come on, you can drop the cane, you don’t need to be punished.”

The whumpee dropped the cane they had been holding across their open palms, before realizing and quickly leaning it up against the wall instead.

Their eyes were dilated, looking almost completely black, as they followed caretaker into the kitchen.

Things aren’t going to get better if you keep feeding into this…

They gave whumpee a cookie and leaned against the counter, thinking.

They watched as whumpee nibbled at it, seeming to try to make it last as long as possible. So they handed them another one.

The way their whole face lit up made caretaker smile even through the guilt.

“You know… you’re so good all the time, I’ve been thinking. I need new ideas on what rewards to give. I know you like these cookies, but even if you were bad, you would still get food, cookies included, so it doesn’t feel too special…”

They chose their words carefully, hoping that whumpee understood the inherent promise underneath.

“Are there things that you’d like?”

“You’re very kind, thank you, thank you, I am not deserving of any of this…” Whumpee clearly is also watching their words, wary of a trap.

“But, if you could pick anything, for a very special reward, what would it be?” they pressed, “There’s no wrong answer, and you won’t be in trouble for anything you say.”

They looked down at the floor, thinking. To caretakers shock, when they looked up, there were tears in their eyes.

“Maybe… a hug?” their voice cracked and they turned away, “I’m sorry, forgive me, I’m sorry…”

“Oh- Oh honey, oh sweetheart, come here…”

Whumpee allowed themselves to be folded into a hug, and caretaker could feel their shoulders shaking as more tears fell.

“It doesn’t have to be a special reward, it doesn’t have to be anything… If you want a hug you can always have a hug from me okay?”

They let out another rough sob, hugging back, and for a moment they both just held their, letting whumpee catch their breath.

Slowly, tension started to melt away, till whumpee had basically wilted against caretaker, head resting on their shoulder.

They stayed that way for almost ten minutes, and the more time passed, the slower and deeper whumpees breathing got, until caretaker realized that they had dozed off on their shoulder.

A couple tears of their own fell, and though they had stopped believing in a god a long time ago, in this moment they sent up a quiet prayer.

Please, let me do this right…

[shywhumpauthor]

Snippet #14

Cw: implied past abuse/torture/neglect, injured whumpee, kinda clueless caretaker who did not sign up for any of this, mild panic attack, whumpee refusing actual professional help, whumpee thinking that they’re going to be returned to whumper, implied prolonged captivity

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Caretaker didn’t look up as the little bell jingled, the door to their small diner opening.

“I’m sorry, we’re closed-“ Caretaker began automatically, from where they stood with their back turned, wiping down the counter with a disinfectant wipe.

“Is… is there food?” A small voice asked, scratchy and broken. Caretaker glanced over their shoulders, eyebrows scrunching together.

A figure stood in the doorway, small and dirty. At first Caretaker assumed it was a homeless person, they usually came by after hours, when they would give away the food they didn’t sell, but then they started to notice the finer details of their persona.

The person’s hair was tangled and matted, looking like it hadn’t been washed in a while. They wore an oversized jacket that was torn and stained over what Diana assumed used to be a plain white shirt and regular jeans. It wasn’t just dirt that covered their body. Blood, both dry and fresh dotted their clothes, and streaked their face. They didn’t have on shoes or socks.

They looked scared.

“It s- says ‘dinner’ on the sign, and- and dinner means food… is there?”

“Do you mean ‘diner’?” Caretaker dropped the dirtied wipe into the trash, and turned to face the person. They looked back with wide eyes, trembling in place.

“Ye-yes. Diner.” They repeated, nodding their head, looking dazed and confused. “Is there food?”

“Yeah, I’ll get you some food. Why don’t you sit down,” Caretaker motioned towards one of the many booths lining the walls. As the person cautiously sat down, Caretaker made their way back into the kitchens, quickly heating up a large serving of the leftover chicken tenders from that day.

Only once they had placed the food in front of the person, along with a tall glass of water, and sat down across from them, did Caretaker begin to question them.

“Can you tell me your name? Where did you come from?”

“My name… is… Whumpee,” They answered, in between scarfing down bites of food.

“Where did you come from, Whumpee? Did someone hurt you?” Caretaker gently prodded, pulling their phone from their pocket. They needed to call the police, and an ambulance. Whumpee’s eyes widened as what Caretaker was doing registered in their mind, and they froze.

“No, please don’t-“ Whumpee dropped the chicken tender they were holding, clasping their shaking hands together. “Don’t call them, please,”

“I’m not calling them,” Caretaker assured, wondering exactly who ‘them’ was. “I’m calling an ambulance.”

“No, no that’s worse!” Whumpee cried. “Please, don’t, please!”

“There’s people there that can help you, Whumpee,” Caretaker tried to reason, but their finger hovered over the call button, the sheer amount of desperation in Whumpee’s voice enough to throw them off.

“No, please, I can’t go there! I can’t go back!” Whumpee’s hands moved to their hair, yanking at the matted locks, their breathing beginning to speed up.

“Okay, okay, I won’t call, calm down,” Caretaker set their phone down, and held their hands out for Whumpee to see. “See? I’m not calling them,”

Whumpee looked up, a tear cutting through the grime covering their bruised cheeks. Caretaker knew then that they were in for a long night.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #693

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

Whumpee is some kind of other humanoid/non-human species, and opioid painkillers are deathly toxic to them. Their team, however, doesn't notice. What happens when the whumpee is taken to the hospital/given painkillers, and suddenly falls severely ill?

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

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(Tags/TW: Slavery, pet whump, clueless caretaker, vampire whumpee, nausea/vomiting, implied/referenced abuse, implied/referenced past non-con, flashbacks, hair pulling, Whumper Returns.)

Days had passed since that terrible night and Eliel was almost convinced that he'd broken them. Pascal had completely reverted and now he was walking on eggshells when it came to what could tap into that terrible programming.

He didn't know what else to do for them, trying to convince them he wouldn't hurt them was fruitless. He'd already hurt them. So he didn't try to correct Pascal, now that they'd finally established somewhat of a routine again.

If it made them feel better... to think he's their Master, he didn't know if he should enforce correcting them or not.

Now, there was a present matter that was giving less and less time to prepare for. Eliel needed to go to work, which meant the first time in two weeks that he'd be leaving Pascal completely alone in their house.

They currently sat on the floor by the bed and stared at him in the adjacent bathroom; watching as he brushed out his hair with long sweeps backwards.

"So Master has to work... right? How long?" They asked and Eliel gave a grimace to himself in the mirror.

"Eight hours but I'll come back on my lunch break to check on you, I promise." He tried to reassure, coming out once he was done grooming himself and kneeling on the floor to level with Pascal.

"I know it's a long time but you can do whatever you want, alright? Just stay in the house and make yourself comfortable, watch t.v and I'll be home before you know it." He gave a loving brush to the thriving blonde waves and when they turned cheek into his hand, it was hard not to feel the line of smile shift on his lips. "I take lunch in the middle, so I'll be back home for a while in just four hours."

"Pet will be good and stay here. Pet promises to be here when you get back." Pascal replied, watching his features fall a little whenever they called themselves that. "P-Pascal.. promises.."

"I'll see you soon." Eliel gave them a gentle kiss to their temple and stood to part ways, occasionally glancing back at them until they were out of sight and down the stairs. He didn't know why it was so nerve wracking or why he had such a bad feeling in his gut.

He dismissed it for now, he had to.

As soon as they heard the front door lock and a car engine start, they knew that Eliel was long gone from their home. Now it was just up to the very long, very boring wait that they were anticipating.

Since their Master had given them permission to do so, they turned on the television and curled up on the rug just past the coffee table. Even when they were on the floor, it smelled so nice and clean. The hired help Eliel had coming in and out was amazing to watch, especially seeing as they weren't pets.

Pascal thought they'd surely be given some kind of chores but so far Eliel had been insistent that's 'why he paid the cleaners'. Or whenever they'd offer to do something, he'd decline in that flat manner of his and do it himself.

In a way, it made them feel useless. But it was nice to be in a clean house and not have to do it themselves. A luxury they'd never faced before.

The first hour ticked away fairly fast and Pascal had settled on an animated movie when they'd heard their name while flipping through channels. It wasn't until a heavy knock hit the door that they sprung to attention and paused in silence. Again, it wrapped at the door and nearly shook the frame.

"Open up Eliel, I know you're in there." A gruff sounding voice muffled from beyond the entrance.

Normally, Pascal would be told to answer the door but in the rush to leave on time, they hadn't been informed at all. The person sounded angry and each knock was heavier and heavier, pounding and rough twists were delivered to the handle.

They had to open it, right? Surely Eliel would be upset if they left a guest on their doorstep. Maybe it was a test, to see if they would be able to entertain while Master was away. Well they weren't about to fail, not if it meant that they'd be gotten rid of or worse, sent back to the auction house.

Pascal made timid steps to the door and a small click was made to the handle before it burst open and knocked them backwards. When the blonde vampire hit the ground, they were left staring up at a tall, tan male that was seething in expression.

"Where is he?!" He barked, watching the tiny vampire scramble onto their knees in a proper waiting pose.

"M-Master is at work, h-he said he'll be home soon, sir!" Pascal informed and saw the man correct his posture to glance around the house.

"Master, huh? The rich bed-boy got himself his own slave? Guess he missed me too much." The man rambled, "I'm sure he wont mind sharing with his Master."

Pascal swallowed thickly the more the man spoke to them, unable to process all that he was saying. Who's master? Who was missing who? They couldn't fathom it, merely shrinking back on themselves as he loomed closer.

"Did he name you, too?" Alcohol laden breath assaulted the small vampires senses when he got too close to them and their eyes watered at the acidity.

"P-Pascal.." They whispered obediently, eyes lowering as he scanned them over so intently.

"Tch.. Pathetic. He's going soft on me." The man snapped, "Let's see how well his training has stuck with him by how misbehaved you are."

The blonde stared in horror and soon was met with tight stinging pain of their hair being wrapped into a fist. He drug them across the floor, all the way to the door so he could lock the various chains and bolts that had been installed.

"P-Please Master will be home soon-" They whimpered, unable to fight the tension in their hair as he pulled them around wherever he wanted.

"Don't worry, I'll be long gone before he's back.. But you're going to deliver a message for me."

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Eliel didn't know why he couldn't sit still in his chair. Why staring at his computer was starting to blur his vision and concentrating was making him nauseous. He normally didn't struggle at the work place, it was slow enough and tedious enough to keep him engaged.

But for the first two hours, bleeding into three, he couldn't stop the anxiety that was spiking his heartrate. Something was off, bad off. Something was going to happen, he could feel it, every alarm in his body telling him so. But that in itself wasn't a foreign feeling to him. He was used to his internal warnings being broken and on high defense.

To him it was normal, after everything he'd been through in his life. It wasn't until a coworker drew attention to his current state, that he actually worried if something was wrong.

"Are you okay Eliel? You don't look so good.." They asked in concern.

"Y-Yeah.. I think I might be coming down with something.." He lied, still not knowing why his skin was feeling clammy and palms hot and red.

"Why don't you take your lunch first? I don't mind waiting and you look like you could use the fresh air. Maybe go home and take some aspirin." They insisted, turning him around in his office chair and seeing the roll in his eyes from the motion.

"Y-Yeah... I'm just.. going to go home for a little bit. I swear, I'll be back.." Eliel stood and had to brace himself on his desk, waiting for the floor to stop spinning underneath him.

"Call me if you can't, I'll let the boss know you looked like death."

Eliel didn't remember the walk outside of the office building or the elevator he took to get there. He was barely recollective of how he got in his car and drove the few blocks home. He just kept feeling sicker and sicker, pulling into his driveway and barely opening his door in time to vomit on the pavement. He was shaking and the first step outside the car was like he'd landed on an alien planet.

His gut swirled and emotions pooled like acid, fear radiating up the muscles of his neck and tensing his shoulders. The feeling in the air wasn't right, the dread in his stomach wasn't right. His wrists started to burn like they'd been skinned and throat constricted like he was being choked out.

He needed to take a shower, before he felt himself slip out of his body and he was left disassociating the rest of the day.

Eliel paused at his front door and his brows pinched in disturbance when he saw a small dent in the thin metal fixture. It wasn't there when he'd turned around to lock it after he'd left the first time.

Now there was a terrible feeling in his bones. Something as simple as a divot in the door and he couldn't feel his arms. Even when gripping the knob, his fingers slid off of it and he was left blankly staring at the same indent that had yet to disappear. At least he wasn't imagining it..

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Sooo stay tuned for the next one because it's going to be super intense and whumpy. I'm hoping it will get out a little quicker than this one did but I got a little stuck on what I was going to do next. Instead of trying to add useless build up I thought I would just go for it.

Given what everyone thinks, I might include a couple whump scenes in the next one of this new man coming to test Pascal. Would anyone like that? Or should I just go ahead and get on with Eliel coming home to a beaten up Pascal? And not knowing what the hecking heck to do? :) Let me know your thoughts.

Poor Pascal is probably going to think that Eliel set the whole thing up and that's just going to damage their relationship even more.

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