Hello one and all, you can call me Cat I suppose, and I'm a longtime lurker & hobbyist writer finally trying to dip my toe into the whump scene <3
This is a sideblog, so expect follows from @inatriums. Both this blog and my main are 18+, and do run the risk of posting "Dead Dove" / darkfic adjacent content, as well as sexually explicit content, so if that's a hard limit, please don't follow!
I tend to favor:
Psychological whump >>> Physical whump
NSFW Whump !!
Parental whumpers & intimate or carewhumpers, anything with a lot of faux affection towards whumpee ~~
Manipulative whumpees! Whumpees who know how to play the game and charm or cheat their way into better conditions
Whumpees w/ stigmatized mental illnesses - Low empathy whumpees, cluster B whumpees, whumpees who become "worse" because of their trauma... I need more "bad victims" now!!
And some of my no-go tropes tend to be:
Box Boy Universe or any other normalized pet whump or captivity whump centric settings - I may dabble in the base tropes themselves, but don't care for settings where its considered "normal"
Romantic Whumpee/Caretaker scenarios
With that said, I hope I can post some writing here and hopefully connect with the community better! Don't be afraid to drop anything in my inbox, whether it be whump scenarios or simply just chatting
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Whumper who watched Whumpee grow up - who knows their every tic, every little childish fear that they pretend to be over but so clearly aren't. Who presents themselves as a mentor, a confidante, someone who's authority is simply meant to be trusted without question.
And when they finally all of that against Whumpee - it hurts all the more.
Whumpee's face contorted in physical and emotional pain.
"Please, Whumper, why are you doing this?"
Whumper just twisted whumpee's arm further behind their back, eliciting a groan from them. The door of whumper's house was still open and whumpee's duffel bag was still lying next to the doormat in the dim light of the street lamps.
"Do you know how much restraint it took to watch you grow up? All these years and I had to be nothing but kind and patient. You're lucky I'm only doing this now and not when you were three."
Whumper grabbed whumpee by their shoulder and pulled them inside, kicking the door closed with their foot.
"And you're sure no one knows where you are?"
Frightened whumpee shook their head.
"No, I was so angry at them and it was all too much, so I just packed my bag and snuck out. I- I thought I could crash at your place for a few days and you'll figure it out with my parents."
Whumper laughed.
"Well, you're definitely welcome to stay, although I doubt it'll just be a few days."
give me a possessive whumpee getting bitter and jealous whenever caretaker is even just a little bit kind and attentive to someone else. whumpee trying very hard not to let the jealousy show but failing. They sulk and seethe and become distant. or the opposite, where a normally quiet and distant whumpee suddenly becomes clingy and loud!
What kind? Do they have Chronic Pain? Chronic Fatigue? Dietary illnesses? Connective tissue diseases? Autoimmune disorders? Something made up or fantasy based? Something else entirely?
What does their day-to-day look like? Maybe they don't need a Whumper to be suffering. Can they take care of themselves, or do they need help? Do they get that help? What happens if they don't? What happens if there is a Whumper using this against them, or a Caretaker who doesn't understand? Make them flare up, then worsen all their symptoms!
For invisible illnesses; Do people believe them when they say they're sick even though no one can see it on the outside? Do they struggle with not being able to see what they feel themselves?
For more visible illnesses; Do they face discrimination and ableism? Do people treat them differently, do people infantalise them? How do they feel about that?
Questions;
What are their symptoms like?
Do they flare up?
If their health worsens, will it ever recover?
Do they mourn the life they had before it got to this point?
Do they have a diagnosis, or even know what's wrong?
What gives them respite?
What makes them worse?
Do they suffer with mental health issues as well, and are they because of the Chronic Illness or a secondary thing to suffer?
Pain;
Neuropathic pain;
Widespread, often nerve based pains from a nervous system disease or disorder
Allodynia- tactile, thermal or mechanical allodynia, even the lightest touch can hurt, and your skin feels raw and bruised. Pressing on it hurts deeply, to the bone. Pain can worsen with temperature fluctuations, warm and/or cold.
Parasthesia- peripheral neuropathy, partial or full numbness, tingling, pricking, vice like or lightning-like pains, weakness in the affected areas. Can worsen with compression, such as restraints or stress positions, and can come and go.
Nociceptive pain;
Somatic sharp pain that's localised to the affected area and can be caused by long term, unhealing or reocurrent damage and injury
Visceral aching pain that's widespread and can be caused by systemic disease
Inflammation- hot, aching pains that throb incessantly, seizing joints and knotted muscles, brain fog, headaches and sluggish thoughts, stabbing tendons and sharp pain in ligaments, swelling, tenderness and redness
Dislocations, subluxations and connective tissue weakness, weak joints that can contort beyond what is normal, soft skin that bruises breaks and scars with ease, never ending joint pain, grinding bone against bone and broken cartlidge, permanently altered movements from ligament damage, agonisingly powerful sharp stabbing pains at certain movements
General:
Pain that's worst when waking. Pain that gets worse throughout the day. Pain that's worse in heat or in cold, pain that changes with the weather
Dissociation as a way to cope with the pain, to the point when they realise just where hurts it's like being hit by a truck. Depersonalization to the point they don't know who they even are, they don't feel alive, these limbs are not their own. Derealisation to the point reality feels like it's taken a step to the left, like they're a ghost and the real world is behind a pane of glass. Both blanketing over them in a desperate attempt by the brain to stop the pain that would have them screaming without it.
Pain that they no longer respond to, what's the use in screaming when it never ends. Chronic pain that masks the acute pain of injuries they didn't realise you had. (Ask me how I know...) Chronic pain that has medical professionals shocked at how little they react to things that cause severe pain. Chronic pain that wears down their tolerance for everything else, that makes them snappy, irritable and angry.
Vice like pains, twisting clawing tearing inside muscles, pain when they move, speak, even breathe.
Pain that never ends and isn't touched by most medications. Pain that IS helped by some medications, but the side affects are terrible, nausea, vomiting, dizziness, hallucinations, bladder and bowel issues, slurred speech and a hazy mind
Pain they cannot see that drives them to hurt themselves on purpose just to feel in control of it, just to be able to see what they feel upon their skin
Pain that will make them do anything for it to stop, pain that takes their hope away, robs them of their dreams, makes them want to end it all
Fatigue;
Fatigue that drives a haze over their brain and tears their memory to shreds. Slurred words, sentences said in the wrong order, fatigue that has neurological bases. Fatigue that turns a once sharp mind into a rambling incoherent mess. The ability to read, write, speak, listen all taken away, so the world becomes an incoherent mess too.
Fatigue that causes insomnia, so they end up physically exhausted AND fatigued at the same time
Fatigue that's worsened with light, sound and being upright, and can only be managed by aggressive resting, lying still in the silent darkness.
Fatigue that comes in waves, fatigue that flares if they overexert; Post Exertional Malaise, limbs weak and pumped full of lead, tachycardia, inability to stand or walk, inability to eat, think, drink, speak
Fatigue that feels like the flu, fever, swollen glands, hoarse throat and blood pressure dysregulation, fainting and dehydration
Dark circles under eyes that only seem to worsen over time. Weight loss and muscle wastage, ability draining away.
Fatigue that feels like dying whilst alive, that no one understands, that isolates until there's nothing left. Fatigue that strips of everything that made them who they were, until they are just a shell of a living thing.
Make your Whumpees Chronically Ill.
Sincerely, a Chronically Ill fuck who is suffering far too much today and wants to see more representation.
This are purely based on my own experiences, and is by no means exhaustive, hell, I've only scratched the very surface of my own chronic illnesses here.
Could you do an undercover situation going HORRIBLY wrong if you are still taking requests?
(THIS ONE IS DARK! Tw: noncon 18+ minors DNI as always, underground crime, mentions of past murder (shooting, poisoning), noncon filming, slut-shaming, cursing)
Whumpee knew they had it in the bag when Whumper invited them to their exclusive party. No one, save for Whumperâs closest and most trusted friends, was ever invited to these things. Whumpee got ready in the mirror, hiding the wire and microphone to their listening boss carefully in their outfit. These parties were sure to be full of incriminating conversations. All they needed to do was stay close to Whumper and let that big mouth of theirs do the rest. Finally, months of pretending to be in love with this monster would pay off.
Whumper picked Whumpee up right on time and kissed them on the cheek. âYou look wonderful,â Whumper complimented, putting a hand on Whumpeeâs waist and leading them to the limousine.
âSo do you, as always,â Whumpee said back with a sweet smile. They pulled them in for a longer kiss. God, they hoped their team didnât judge them for the gross things they had to do for this job.
The room in the back of the restaurant was small, smaller than Whumpee had expected. This was an exclusive party after all, though. Whumper said there would only be about five other people.
âBusiness partners,â they had explained to Whumpee. âThese people, I would trust with my life.â
It wasnât long before the guests arrived. Whumpee shook hands, bowed their head politely, did whatever they needed to do to stay inconspicuous as Whumperâs new little date. Eye candy, thatâs all they needed to be.
âYouâre doing great,â Leader said through the speaker in Whumpeeâs ear. âJust survive the night and we should have what we need.â
The night was going smoothly. Whumpee stayed attached to Whumperâs hip, keeping silent unless they were spoken to. But one thing was annoying; none of them were talking about actual business. No matter what, the conversation never landed on what Whumpee and their team desperately needed to hear. Just one confession, one mention of the underground crime ring. It was all they needed.
âAre you quite alright, dear?â Whumper looked concernedly at Whumpee after they shifted impatiently in their seat. âYou seem bothered by something.â
Shit! Whumpee quickly readjusted themself. âNo, no, of course not,â they assured Whumper with a smile. âJust shifting around.â
âWell, either way, you seem bored by whatever nonsense weâre talking about,â Whumper joked, gesturing to the two friends theyâd been chatting with. âIs there anything youâd like to talk about?â
Whumpee shook their head quickly. âOh, no, of course not! Iâm not bored at all!â
Whumperâs eyes quickly shifted to their fourth friend, who stood up and started walking to the door. Whumpee didnât notice it.
âCome on, sweetheart. There has to be something,â Whumper pressed. Their friend locked the door shut with a click. The fifth began closing the blinds.
Whumpee finally noticed the activity. âUmâŚwhy are theyââ
âYou wouldnât like to hear us talk about business, would you?â Whumper interrupted. âNow that would be boring.â
Whumpeeâs heart beat quickly in their chest. âN-No, IâŚIâll listen to anything you want to say!â
Whumperâs expression slowly changed from concern to smugness. âWould you, now? And Iâm sure Leader would love to hear it too. Wouldnât they?â
Whumpeeâs blood ran cold. Their heart stopped. Oh no.
âAbort! Get out of there, Whumpee, they know!â Leader shouted into the earpiece. But the second Whumpee made a dash to the door, they were tackled and the wire was ripped from their ear, held up accusingly in Whumperâs fist.
âGoodness, Whumpee, Iâm hurt!â Whumper feigned sadness, putting a hand dramatically on their chest. âAnd to think I thought you loved me.â
Whumpee gasped when two of Whumperâs friends held both their arms, restraining them effectively. They kicked and tried to bite their hands. âGET OFF OF ME!â
Whumper dropped the wire on the ground and stomped on it, cutting off any connection they had to the team. âNo!â Whumpee screamed, lurching forward and wincing when strong arms held them back.
âI know exactly why they sent you.â Whumper brushed the broken electronics aside with their foot, walking over to face Whumpee where their friends had them held back. âLeader saw a pretty face like yours sign up for the undercover squad and jumped on the opportunity. Theyâve had their agents try to jump me, spy on me, befriend meâŚbut never seduce me.â They cupped Whumpeeâs chin with a deceptively strong grip. âAnd you, Whumpee, were just perfect for that task, werenât you?â
âFuck you! Youâre a criminal, and a monster!â Whumpee spat. âI take back everything Iâve ever said to you!â
Whumper laughed and rolled their eyes. âOuch, Whumpee. Thatâll really leave a mark. How will I ever recover from the whore calling me a monster?â
Whumperâs friends laughed, and Whumper finally let go of Whumpeeâs face. âAnywayâŚI didnât bring all these good people here to laze around. The main event has started, folks!â
Whumpee paled. âW-WaitâŚtheyâŚyouâŚâ
Whumper barked out a laugh. âOf course I knew, you braindead slut! You think I never noticed the recording devices? The notes? The wires you obviously donât know how to hide?â
Whumper walked around behind Whumpee and kicked the backs of their knees, making them yelp and kneel with the others still holding them. Whumper came back around and kneeled in front of them, close to their face.
âI knew what you were from the moment I saw you. I just thought Iâd get a few good fucks out of you before I shared you.â
It all happened too quickly. Whumpeeâs outfit was on the floor instead of their body where it belonged. A tie got shoved into their mouth at one point and knotted behind their head. Five sets of hands groped them while Whumperâs hand pressed record on their camera.
âIâm always pretty creative with the movies I make for your Leader,â Whumper mused while their first friend undid their belt. âWhen they send me a hitman, I record them getting shot. When they send me a cook to spike my food, I make them watch the poor thing drink rat poison.â They smirked and sat back on a chair, focusing the camera on Whumpeeâs horrified expression.
âReally, Leader, when you sent me a slut, what did you think was gonna happen?â
~
Whumpee was unconscious by the fourth. They would have stayed awake if number three didnât feel the need to asphyxiate them. In retrospect, Whumpee would see it as a mercy. Whumper handed the camera off to the first friend when everyone had a round.
âIâll leave this oneâs body in the normal spot,â Whumper said to the camera casually as they undid their own belt, addressing Leader directly. âIâll do you a favor and keep them alive this time, in case you wanted a turn. Theyâll be too weak and resentful to fight you. No need to thank me.â
Whumper positioned themself for Whumpeeâs sixth round of the night. They grinned directly into the camera. âThank yourself.â
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I had such a sexy dream the other night and it would genuinely make such a fun whumpy scenario so I'm going to share it with you. Nothing too explicit but implied sex and violence ahead:
So like consider it being understood that if you get captured (by either side) you are likely going to be tortured and or sexually abused like everyone going into this situation knows that there are some terrible outcomes for them if they fall into the enemy's hands and this is to be avoided at all costs.
But, hear me out: what if you had a couple on opposing sides, say a rebel and a soldier, who have been in a secret relationship and are just having a great time playing out a cnc fantasy where they take turns trying to capture and fuck each other in the field and then have to be like 'yeah it was so scary but I managed to get away' to their respective sides.
Maybe one of them is actually giving information to the other so their side is aware of what's going on are just rooting for them from the sidelines but the other has to always come up with some plausible cause for having been taken captive and then getting away or like, going missing for a time during a mission.
I just think that they would be able to have so much fun with this and I wish I was them
Defiant whumpee but they've already had the shit beat out of them
"you're just gonna stand there and appreciate your work, huh?"
"am I pretty now?"
They were screaming "fuck you!" And got punched every time till they didn't have the breath to speak. Now it's just a very quiet "just suck a dick, would you?"
whumper just has gotten in the habit of slapping them for talking because it's probably insults
Saying "yes master" and waiting till whumper can't see to roll their eyes or give them the finger
Resistance via silence, because they have no energy to speak anymore
Their instinctive sass now includes a flinch reflex
"are you done?" Whumpee says and then cringes
"are you done?" Whumper says and waits for whumpee to say something that will earn them another kick
"I think we both could use a break, don't you think?" Whumpee groans.
Whumpee adds on a "sir" whenever they say anything that might get them punished
"yes, patience is clearly your best quality... Sir."
The thing that I feel like people need to understand about whump is that itâs inevitable that some people are gonna be into it sexually and itâs inevitable that for some people itâs also a kink and itâs inevitable that some people fantasize about whump scenarios. And thatâs fine. There ainât nothing wrong with that, if that makes you uncomfortable you donât have to interact with those people, there is a block button for a reason.
But just because it makes you uncomfortable donât mean itâs wrong or bad. You canât come to a community for weirdos, that runs on art and writing made by weirdos, and then get all upset when hey! Thereâs weirdos around here! The person who writes whump because they think itâs hot ainât more weird than the person who writes whump because it helps them vent, and that person ainât any weirder than the person who writes whump just because they think itâs neat. By the standards of most people outside the whump community, weâre ALL weird for enjoying it at all, so thereâs no sense in getting all high and mighty because you believe you enjoy whump in the most pure and moral way possible, unlike those âdegeneratesâ so to say. And honestly, if you arenât mature enough to understand the simple fact that just because someone likes something in fiction, or just because someone likes to fantasize about something, that absolutely does not mean they want it in real life, then you probably arenât mature enough to be having these discussions about whump/kink and whether itâs âokayâ or not if someone gets off to it anyway.
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-Promised pain meds that are actually aphrodisiacs
-Drugs that make the whumpee sleepy and vulnerable, becoming drowsy and affectionate even if they usually were terrified or disgusted by their whumper
-Drugs that make the whumpee angry, aggressive, and energetic - easily manipulated in this state to even attack others at the behest of their whumper
-Finally getting pain meds after living in constant pain for ages and being brought to tears by the relief
-Super strong pain meds that make the whumpee slow and stoned, unable to defend themselves verbally or physically
-An allergic reaction to some pain meds or antibiotics - will the whumper risk bringing them to the hospital? Do they have a doctor who will help on the hush? Do they leave their whumpee to suffer through on their own?
- MEDS A WHUMPEE NEEDS TO FUNCTION, do they have to struggle to live without them? Does the whumper give them meds but on the condition of good behavior? Does the whumpee refuse the meds? Does the whumper give them their meds but secretly replace them with something else?
-Drugs that make a whumpee hallucinate - what do they see? Are they scared? Are they emboldened?
-Sleeping meds, keeping the whumpee too drowsy and weak to try to escape
- Stimulants, forcing a whumpee to stay up for days, sleep deprivation, forced labor
- Drugs slipped into food and drink, not knowing whatâs happening when they start to feel funny
-Whumpee being forced to eat or drink something they KNOW is drugged but having no choice
-Injecting a whumpee with a syringe, the sharp pain of the injection and then the terrifying realization that theyâve been drugged, begging the whumper to tell them what they just gave them
-The whumpee trying to drug their whumper, maybe hoping to make an escape attempt, but being caught and forced to consume whatever it was themselves
- Starving a whumpee and then finally offering them some food, they know it is drugged but struggle to resist the temptation of the food, they are just so hungry
- Drugging a whumpee and letting them go, them being so overwhelmed with relief that they can finally escape, only to collapse just a few feet away from freedom
-Making a whumpee dependent on drugs, so they become even more dependent on their whumper, their Whumper threatening to take away the drugs as punishment knowing the horrible withdrawals they would go through from being cut off
- Drugs that paralyze the whumpee while leaving them conscious, the whumper getting to manipulate their body like a doll while they are horrified but unable to struggle
-Drugs that paralyze the whumpeeâs legs, so they have to drag themselves anywhere they go
DRUGSSSSSSSS
If you use any of these prompts, please @ me, Iâd love to read it!
Authorâs Note: Soft Launching some characters here! Not sure if they will go anywhere, so theyâre nameless for now. Also a small piece! I havenât written in a while, so Iâm just trying to stretch my creative muscles here.
Content Warnings: Captivity, heavy memory confusion, dubiously consensual nudity / stripping, mentioned past drugging & physical abuse,
Dynamic Warnings: Female Whumper / Female Whumpee, Whumper referred to as a âGuardianâ (No relation between Whumper & Whumpee, 18+ Whumpee)
A ray of lightâreal, genuine sunlight and not the artificial dim fluorescent hanging above themâslithered its way into the white room. What once was imagined to be a blessing, prayed upon while falling asleep over and over again, now seemed only to be another way to inflict pain. Whumpeeâs bleary eyes could barely even handle the sight, and on instinct, she had no choice but to look away.
âThatâs not what I raised you to do,â a low voice spoke out, the familiar condescension oozing from every word, even when unintentionally. The figure pushed forward, striding across the distance until she stood mere inches away from Whumpee. Not quite close enough, not yet. Just standing. Watching. âUp.â
On wobbly knees, Whumpee obeyed without question, finally meeting her guardianâs eyes. The way the halo of light around the older woman shifted and shined, it blared into the youngerâs much more sensitive gaze, yet she persisted, no matter how much it hurt. âIâm sorry, maâam. Iâm grateful you came to visit.â The words came out so quietly, she second-guessed if she really said them at all, or merely thought them into existence. Her only proof came at the shake of a head and a soft tsk.
âYou should be,â Whumper replied coldly, those familiar ice-blue eyes baring into her figure. The kind of scrutinizing gaze that Whumpee always shivered under. So many years, and she still felt the urge to shy away. âNowââ Whumper closed the distance, giving Whumpee a light pat on the head as the space between them melted away. ââDo you know what day it is, dear?â
A silence fell between the two. Whumpeeâs head turned to the side as she wracked her brain for an answer. How long had it been since Whumper last arrived? What did they do last time, again? The lack of response, naturally, received a grip on her chin, tilting it forward Whumper once again.
âStill scatterbrained as ever?â The question came bluntly, yet not unkindly. That was Whumperâs way, always. Tough love, sheâd put it once, after needing to drug Whumpee after a particularly bad attempt to leave their home. Thatâs why she lost her bedroom privileges, after all. How long had it been since sheâd had a window again?
âWhumpee.â Again, came the firm voice, along with a tighter grip. âI believe I asked a question.â
âI donât know, maâam,â she answered truthfully in turn. âStill scatterbrained. What day is it?â
Whumper sighed once again, patting Whumpee on the shoulders as she turned the younger one around. Her hands immediately found her way to the tie of Whumpeeâs nightgown, tugging at the string with a palpable annoyance. âItâs your medical check, of course. What else would it be?â With her words, the gown fell down to her feet faster than she could quite react, leaving her bare back on full display.
â... Today?â Whumpee asked warily. Despite her misgivings, she didnât move. She tried once, and what a mess that had turned out. She wasnât able to walk for ⌠how long was it? A fear of further confrontation, though, won out against the desire to ask Whumper.
Besides, she was already distracted, cold hands running against skin, squeezing and pressing each limb for a reaction. Small noises filled the empty space, Whumper ever so vocal in her reactions to her body.
âHave you been eating your meals properly?â She asked. Whumpee simply nodded, eyes fixed down to Whumperâs hands wrapped around her wrists. âYouâre looking too thin. Iâll increase your portions.â The silence that fell elicited another squeeze, deliberate and firmer than before.
âThank you, maâam,â Whumpee replied hurriedly, the words almost wheezed out. âIâm ⌠so grateful for your attention.â Her wrists were released thankfully, with Whumper already taking more interest in exploring her abdomen and upper chest. It was going to be a very, very long day.
I'm alive.... and still intent on trying to get back into writing. If anyone would like to drop prompts in my inbox, feel free, as I'd like to solidly start posting drabbles in here instead of just prompts ^^
oh but android whumpees though. rough maintenance, conflicting orders, the difference between feeling and programming. is it grief or did you fail your mission? is it pain or have you malfunctioned? error codes across your vision. system diagnostics on the exact amount of danger you're in. commands and disobedience and ownership and devotion and the thick substance that's not quite blood on synthetic, torn, inhuman skin. robot whumpees.
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Content: Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Dubcon, Shitty Caretaker, Pet Whump, Whumpeeâs Recovery Progress is Damaged, Nudity
Just once. That's what Caretaker had told themself, when Whumpee offered, no, begged, Caretaker to fuck them. Caretaker knew it was merely part of Whumpee's conditioning, but when Whumpee was like this, they didn't know how to snap them out other than to give them what they wanted. Caretaker didn't want to, but they did let Whumpee.Â
Whumpee was so happy to finally serve Caretaker in the best way they knew how. Caretaker told them they wouldn't do anything themself, but let Whumpee do as they please. That's how Whumpee found themself kneeling, naked, in front of a seated Caretaker, slowly peeling their jeans and underwear off, tongue brushing against their hardening cock. Whumpee- wait. Who was Whumpee? Pet. That's who they were. Pet rolled Master's cock around in their mouth, playing their tongue across its length, before sliding it out of their throat, saliva dripping from the length. They pulled themself into Master's lap, sliding their cock into themself. Pet moaned in pleasure as Master's length was pushed into their body, bouncing up and down on their cock. This was their purpose; to please Master. They knew this would help. They heard Master's groans of pleasure, felt their hands clamp against Pet's hips, pulling them down onto the full length of their cock, Master's lips pressed against their neck, their hot breath washing over Petâs back, as Master filled Pet with their seed.
Caretaker sighed, hand resting on Whumpeeâs head, who still lay, naked, in their lap. Blushing, Caretaker realised they, themself, had no pants on still. This wasâŚNot okay. They gently shook Whumpeeâs shoulder, trying to wake them from their exhausted slumber. Whumpee roused slowly, glancing up at Caretaker.
âHey. Hey, Whumpee? You gotta-â Whumpee cut Caretaker off.
âW-Whumpee? Whoâs Whumpee?â
Caretaker frowned, confusion spreading across their face. âThatâsâŚThatâs you. Whumpee.â
Whumpee shook their head gently, moving to slide Caretakerâs still semi-hard cock back into their mouth. When Caretaker stopped them, Whumpee frowned, focusing their blank, dull eyes up at Caretaker.
âThatâs not true, sir. Iâm Pet. And youâre Master.â
Caretaker inhaled sharply. Fuck. This was how they acted when they were first under Caretakerâs watch. All of the progress they had worked toward together, ruined by a stupid decision, a short moment of pleasure for both of them.
@catchildren If you liked this, I've turned these two into full-fledged characters and am expanding on their story with a friend, over at @kitandfelix!
