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A group of friends trying to patch Whumpee’s wounds on their abdomen. Whumpee being either really strong or not human, needing to have all four friends holding them down on the couch.
Two are each holding an arm above Whumpee’s head, while the other two are each seated on their thighs trying to keep them still while they get to work on the wounds. Whumpee a writhing, sweaty, groaning mess.
When the others don't understand just how bad it is until they see the gruff one being so very careful and gentle with the whumpee
could u maybeeeee do a rough caretaker x super sensitive whumpee? Maybe hospital setting, non con drugs, force feeding?? idk but i LOVED ur out like a light
By the end this turned into kind of a Munchausen by Proxy syndrome situation at least to me, where Caretaker is convinced Whumpee is sick or maybe they're just the one making Whumpee sick..? Anyway read it how you like! I hope this is okay for you and ticked all the boxes!!!
CWs: forced drugging, needles, sedation, medical setting, forced feeding, forced intubation (NG tube) restraints
“Let me GO!"
“Just hold still.” Caretaker ground out, pinning a wriggling Whumpee to their chest. “You're making this more difficult than it has to be.”
They threw Whumpee onto the bed, easily overpowering them and slipping both wrists and ankles into soft padded cuffs that were tied to the bed.
Whumpee let out a terrified shriek as Caretaker affixed the last restraint, then picked up a syringe off a metal trolley next to the bed.
“Here, this should help.” Caretaker flicked the cap off the syringe and drove the needle into Whumpee's thigh, emptying the contents swiftly into the muscle. Whumpee let out a cry like a wounded animal as the drug began to pump into their system.
“No, no, no..” Whumpee breathed as their limbs began to weaken and go slack in the restraints. "Don't.. need it. I'm fine.. mmfine.."
“Much better.” Caretaker patted Whumpee's head. “This is all for your own good. You get that, right?” They asked, smiling softly.
Whumpee’s heavy breaths slowed, and their head slumped back against the pillows.
“That's better. Now we can get some food into you.”
Caretaker turned their back on Whumpee, rummaging amongst medical supplies as they set up a tray with various tubes and syringes.
They snapped on a pair of blue nitrile gloves, causing Whumpee to flinch against the restraints.
The drugs hadn't fully taken effect yet, and so Whumpee knew whatever was about to happen would not be pleasant.
Caretaker ignored their pleas, reaching for a long piece of tubing, which they removed from sterile packaging. They held the tubing up to Whumpee's cheek, measuring it and marking a line across it with a marker. Then, Caretaker covered the end of the tube in some kind of gel before leaning over and shoving it up into Whumpee's nostril without warning. Whumpee began to cough and splutter, trying to pull their head away, but Caretaker trapped their head in place and continued to force the tube further up. Whumpee felt the tube reach the back of their nose and begin to go down their throat. It was a horrifying, invasive feeling as they began to cough and gag at the foreign object, eyes watering with the force of the intrusion. The tube was still going further and further down until it seemed to reach deep inside their stomach. Finally, Caretaker stopped, pulling back and using a small piece of tape to tape the other end of the tube to Whumpee's cheek. Whumpee took in a deep breath racked with sobs as they tried to steady their queasy stomach.
Caretaker patted their head. “Wasn't that easier when you stopped fighting?” They asked condescendingly.
Whumpee spat in their direction. Caretaker simply sighed and cleaned up the spit from Whumpee's chin. They then picked up a bottle-like container, poured an unappetising solution into it, and then attached tubing to it, which ran to the end of the tube on Whumpee's face. They hung the bottle up on an IV stand as the concotction began to flow from the stand into the tube and into Whumpee's stomach. The initial sensation was just cold. Then, the solution travelled into Whumpee's stomach, and the sensation of being filled from within made Whumpee gag again.
“Deep breaths.” Caretaker cooed, massaging Whumpee's stomach.
Tears pooled in Whumpee's eyes as they tried to breathe through the nausea, finally managing to get through the sensation until all the solution was gone. As the next breath left their body, they felt their eyes growing heavy.
“You can sleep now, Whumpee.” Caretaker soothed, stroking their gloved hand through Whumpee's hair. “Sh, just rest.”
Whumpee wanted to say no, that there was something wrong, but the drugs were making the room spin, and they just wanted to close their eyes and …
Caretaker smiled as Whumpee's head drooped against their chest, their patient finally unconscious, finally calm. They whispered, “Just rest. I'll take care of you. I'm the only one who can make you better.”
Caretaker dressing whumpee's wounds? Yes please.
"You're doing great hun, just another stitch."
"Hey you need to take deeper breaths, I'm not gonna put you into shock right now."
"We can take a short break, but I need to dress your wounds."
"I'm surprised you don't have sepsis right now, these wounds are so infected..."
"I'm gonna have to pour some hydrogen peroxide, and this might hurt."
And my personal favorite:
"Bite the belt if you need, you can't scream right now."
Rough grumpy Caretaker... how I love them. -MJ
Warning.... swear words used.
Caretaker peaked in to check on Whumpee, they had just put them down for a nap.
They slightly opened the door and caught Whumpee darting into the bed.
"You better have a really good reason for being out of that bed", Caretaker opened the door further.
"I'm sorry Caretaker, I....", Whumpee started to violently cough.
"Oh Whumpee fuck off and give me a break", Caretaker slipped into his old British sailer accent.
"I'm sorry. I wanted to grab my book, and then you came along", Whumpee pleaded.
"I didn't put you to bed to read. You are very sick and need to sleep. That temperature of yours could freaken cook an egg", Caretaker sighed as they started to tuck Whumpee back into the blankets.
Whumpee groaned as the blankets were violently shoved under them.
"Ouch, can we be a little gentler please", Whumpee winced, "I am sick after all."
"Oh hush", Caretaker held a cup of water and offered Whumpee a drink, "now if I come back to this room again and you are up, I will tie you to the bed. Am I clear? I better hear happy Whumpee snores."
Whumpee grinned.
"I mean it, unless you are getting a drink or going to the bathroom do not get up", Caretaker sighed as they set the cup down, "work with me here. Your complexion is horrendous, I mean, white paint has more color. Plus, your trash bin is overflowing with tissue for the second time today."
Whumpee nodded, "I'm sorry Caretaker."
Caretaker ran his hand through Whumpee's sweaty hair, "that's better. Now, we need to focus on you getting better. Please try to get some rest, I'll have some food and medicine ready for you when you wake up... okay?"
Whumpee nodded again, "thankyou."
Caretaker waited thirty minutes before checking on Whumpee again ... thankfully Whumpee had finally listened and was snoring away.
"My happy little chainsaw", Caretaker marveled at how loud Whumpee was as they stepped into the room.
They grabbed the thermometer and tucked it under Whumpee's tongue without disturbing their sleep. Even the ding didn't wake Whumpee.
"Temp is a little better now", Caretaker looked the thermometer over, "not where I'm wanting it to be though."
Caretaker sighed, "shit", he whispered, "I might have to take you in for some better medicine. What I have might not be cutting it."
Caretaker was fixing some soup for Whumpee when they heard them moving around.
"Dinner's almost ready if you want to come down here", Caretaker called.
Whumpee struggled down the hall.
"I just woke up and puked", Whumpee frowned.
"Let me guess, you didn't get to the bucket in time", Caretaker sighed, "where did it end up?""
"I did get to the bucket, but some got on my blanket to... sorry", Whumpee looked down.
"Okay", Caretaker sighed, "go ahead and eat, I'll clean it up."
Whumpee was hunched over when Caretaker came back.
"Whumpee?", Caretaker panicked, "Whumpee?"
Whumpee jumped up and started to mumble.
"You're going to the hospital... now", Caretaker hurried.
"No, no. I'm fine", Whumpee mumbled with a slur.
"Don't argue, you're fucking going to the hospital. You're beyond fine", Caretaker went to help Whumpee stand.
"Okay, but I can walk", Whumpee started to get up.
"Oh, you want to walk by yourself. Okay, that sounds fun to watch. Okay, let's see", Caretaker crossed his arms.
Whumpee started to walk, but fell forward.
"Shit", Whumpee moaned.
"That's what I thought. Alright come on, work with me. I'm not dragging your ass, but you won't make it by yourself", Caretaker threw one of Whumpee's arms over his shoulder and led them to the car.
Whumpee's temperature was checked on arrival at the hospital. It had jumped back up again.
Caretaker helped Whumpee into a chair and followed the staff as they rushed them back.
Caretaker sighed as they started to fill out the forms, "Whumpee", Caretaker muttered to himself, "pain in my ass. You're lucky I love you... at least a little bit."
Whumpee squinted their eyes open, the morning sun met them.
They jumped up realizing this was not their bedroom.
"Easy", they felt Caretaker's hand grab them, "you're okay, your fever got really bad. I had to bring you to the hospital."
Whumpee rubbed their head, "I've got a major headache", they looked around the room, "the last thing I remember was sitting down at the table, I don't remember anything else."
"Well, the staff here has been very helpful in getting your fever to break, they got you on some medication and fluids", Caretaker sighed.
"That's good", Whumpee leaned back again, "I still don't feel great, plus, this headache."
"We'll get you better", Caretaker pressed the call button, "I promise."
Whumpee nodded as they laid down, "thankyou Caretaker."
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Based off this prompt from @jordanstrophe
“Caretaker! Caretaker!”
Whumpee let out a breath of relief as they stumbled into the arms of Caretaker, grasping desperately at the fabric of their shirt and clinging on for dear life.
“Hey, hey Whumpee calm down,” Caretaker rumbled. “Shh, it’s okay.”
“They’re trying to- You have to stop them,” Whumpee blubbered, “Please, please don’t let them get me please-”
Caretaker drew a calming hand down their back. “Shhh calm down, no one is trying to hurt you.”
Whumpee’s sobs softened as they gripped tighter onto Caretaker.
“We just want to make sure you’re safe.”
Whumpee froze. Their eyes raised slowly to Caretaker's and saw an undefinable glint in them. Despite the warmth Caretaker tried to exude, Whumpee could see something hidden under the facade. Something dangerous.
All of a sudden the warm arms surrounding them seemed all too constricting. Whumpee’s eyes widened.
They bucked against Caretaker, suddenly terrified as Caretaker’s hold grew tighter.
“Whumpee stop-”
“Let me go!” Whumpee shouted, panting breathlessly as panic grew. The sound of the footsteps of the medics behind them grew louder and Whumpee’s struggles increased.
“No, no no stop stop please Caretaker Caretaker-”
Caretaker huffed while shifting to pin them down. Whumpee yelped.
“Whumpee we’re doing this for your own good.” Caretaker looked tired out, stressed.
Whumpee wouldn’t buy it. They pulled frantically against the hold but Caretaker wouldn’t budge.
“Caretaker, please-” Tears streamed down their face and they looked up at Caretaker only to see a stony, unwavering face meet them back.
The sound of voices drew their gaze as the medics finally arrived. Their heart dropped. Their last chance at freedom, gone.
A needle pricked them in the neck and they whimpered, slumping against the ground.
Whumpee’s eyes started to droop against their will and they used their last bit of strength to glance at Caretaker, the one they thought was on their side.
Caretaker looked back at them, a look of sadness and concern. They brushed a sweaty lock of hair out of Whumpee’s face and Whumpee would have flinched had they had control of their body.
“We’re going to help you.” Caretaker whispered softly, a sad smile on their face.
Whumpee’s eyes shut to the sound of lies.
Best caretaker "type" is...
stoic caretaker
parental caretaker
reluctant caretaker
carewhumper
rough caretaker
gentle caretaker
protective caretaker
Chapter Six
To the anon who sent the ask abt Niko bean, prepare for the next Chapter <3
Cw: rough caretaker / reluctant caretaker
Chapter One
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Niko stared at the tiles in front of him, hugging his knees close to his chest as his vision was a blur. It was peaceful in the bath, small bubbles covering his arms as he smiled fondly at them. He blew at the bath suds, watching them float around him. The bath was so warm, his eyes grew heavy as he took a deep breath.
His back was a mess of dull pain and agony but the warmth distracted him. He was still shaking slightly but much less. Martyn had put a blue mixture in with the bath, telling Niko how it would help his muscles relax and feel less painful. And being honest? He already felt the throbbing die down slightly.
The clothes he had changed into were warm from the heat of the radiator. He was guided from the bathroom to some sort of medical room. His eyes scanned the place as he was slowly brought inside by Marcus. He had his warm jumper folded in his hands, cold tingling at his skin as he wasn't allowed to wear it yet.
“Take a seat,” the doctor mumbled, busied as he got his equipment ready, putting on gloves once he was ready.
Niko gulped but didn't hesitate as he hopped up onto the medical table, wincing as his back seared in pain.
The doctor scoffed, rolling his eyes, “You can quit feeling sorry for yourself.” He took out a wipe and came up behind Niko, wiping the wounds rougher than Niko was wishing for.
“Sh-shit that hurts-“ he was quickly cut off as the doctor grabbed a fistful of the captive’s hair, yanking his head back.
