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You should DEFINITELY write some electrocution whump! I would SO read that! (I mean, I’ll read anything you write, but I love electrocution whump so I’ll read it... more? I guess?)

heck 🥺🥰💕

CWs: electrocution babeyy, torture, defiant whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, forced submission

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"Speak."

"F-fu—fuck—you!"

Whumper tsks, but the little smile of dark amusement has rarely left their lips.

"Fine. Then we'll go again."

Whumpee mumbles out something, a protest, pathetic, and they're glad it seems like Whumper doesn't hear—and not, as Whumper twists the knob on the machine beside them, and sends more electricity through Whumpee, ripping a scream from their throat as they seize.

They leave it on for longer this time. It's already taking everything Whumpee has not to give in now. The pain is unlike anything they've experienced before, and if this keeps up…

Then it's over, and Whumpee's slumping forward over themselves, panting, and then opening their mouth to spit out blood.

"Oh, darling, where's that coming from?" Whumper asks, cupping their chin and lifting it up. "You bit your pretty lip…look at that, all swollen now…"

They start dabbing at it with a cloth, and Whumpee doesn't have the strength to pull away. Their vision is taking more and more time to clear out afterwards, their muscles still twitching and sending tiny shocks of pain through them.

"Y-you—you're g-going t—to k-kill me," they manage to get out, barely, and Whumper hums, stroking a finger along their jaw.

"I would never, my sweet. After we've only had a few days together? And before I've broken you? No, no."

"You won't...break me…" Whumpee says, finally looking up at them. "You won't."

Whumper tightens their grip on Whumpee's chin, enough to keep them in place—

And kisses their forehead. Gently. Presses their lips to it more like they're checking for a fever than anything else.

More like Caretaker would, and Whumpee's suddenly choking back tears, and they've never felt so…

Not broken. They're not broken. They're not...they won't…

"I will," Whumper says. "I promise you, I will. You're already on your way. Now...one more chance. Say it for me, Whumpee, and this can end."

Master.

Whumpee instead says nothing at all. They won't. They won't.

Whumper shrugs a shoulder. "Then we'll continue."

They push the cloth into Whumpee's mouth, pat their cheek, and then return to the machine.

And then they twist the knob up all the way, as far as it will go, and God does it hurt, more than before, which Whumpee didn't even think was possible, and they scream out, thrashing in the chair.

Whumper turns it off, and then on again without giving Whumpee more than a moment. Leaves it on, somehow, for longer.

And then does it again.

And again.

"Speak, Whumpee," Whumpee hears at some point, through the haze of agony their entire world has become. "Say it. Say it! Say—"

"Master!"

The word slips from Whumpee's mouth without their permission, but the second it's out they can't stop themselves, sobbing, "Pl-please, M-Master. No—nnn—no more. I c-can't. Master!"

Whumper's hand goes to the machine again, and Whumpee cries out, squeezing their eyes shut, bracing themselves best they can for what they're absolutely sure will be the final thing they ever feel.

And then instead, it clicks off. Everything goes silent aside from Whumpee's desperate, gasping breaths, and the creaking of the chair's legs as they shake and twitch violently, uncontrollably.

Whumper cups their chin, and Whumpee's never cared less what happens to them, as long as the pain just stays away.

"Say it again," Whumper says, and Whumpee doesn't hesitate. There's nothing else on their mind but wanting it to stop.

"Master."

Whumper smiles, stroking under their jaw.

"There we go. I knew we'd get somewhere eventually! Such a stubborn little thing."

Another too-affectionate kiss to their forehead, and then they're released. Left to slump forward, catching their breath, not so sure they should be relieved they're still alive.

"Now," Whumper says, rounding them to place their hands on Whumpee's shoulders, squeezing.

"Now we can move on to even more fun things...and oh, Whumpee...I think you'll enjoy them even more than you did this."

#i can guarantee they will not. #bright.writes #whump #whumblr #whump writing #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #electrocution #captivity #captivity whump #defiant whumpee #pet whump #or it will be :)

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If you are still taking nsfw requests: overstimulation

yes 👀

CWs: EXPLICIT NSFWHUMP NONCON, overstimulation, defiant whumpee, pet whump, creepy/intimate whumper, victim-blaming language from whumper

[[ 18+ ONLY, minors + IRL (non-fictional) nsfw/kink blogs DO. NOT. INTERACT. ]]

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"I think...one more."

"No," Whumpee pleads, trying to twist himself away, but the ropes around his wrists keeping him firmly attached to the headboard haven't loosened. As much as he's been struggling, as much as Whumper has been making him squirm—

He can't get free. He hasn't been able to yet, at any point.

He's starting to really, truly think he never will.

"You fucking asshole, you—"

Whumper starts to touch him again, and Whumpee cuts off with a cry because it hurts. He's aching and too sensitive and he wants it to stop, and yet...

"Oh, you moan so pretty, pet. Come on...beg me to let you finish again...you sounded so cute..."

No. No. He'd been begging to end it, not to—

"Don't be embarrassed...it's not like there's any reason to be shy anymore...I've seen everything now."

Whumpee can't hold back a sob at that. "You're s-sick, you—you're—"

"And you're blushing." Whumper reaches up to stroke his chin, and fucking coos at him. "Such adorable little pink cheeks..."

"I hate you! I hate you, you sick fuck!"

"My favorite thing to hear," Whumper murmurs, leaning over to kiss at his chest. "I'll miss it, when you start telling me you love me."

No. No. Not that. Never, ever fucking that. But instead of another protest what comes out is a moan, and he tries to tuck his legs up to protect himself to make it stop, because he can't make himself stop, but Whumper pushes them apart again, too easily. They manipulate Whumpee too fucking easily. They touch him everywhere, and as much as he tries to keep quiet it all drags more sounds from his sore throat, makes him bite his lip until it bleeds again as he twists against the sheets, until he finally tries to roll over onto his side, to get away, because as overstimulated as he is the feelings are turning into that again, and he's going to—

"Ah, ah." He's pushed back over onto his back, forced to stay there. He's never felt so helpless, not with anything Whumper's done. "You've done so good for me, pet. Just one more and you can rest. I promise. You just...you look so good, writhing like this..."

"I can't," Whumpee sobs, shaking his head. "Not again, I can't, oh God, I can't..."

"Oh, but that's what you said last time...and the time before that." Whumper leans over, kissing and nipping along his chest, and Whumpee cries out. "I want to see if you mean it this time."

"Ah! Too much!"

"I don't think it's nearly enough, my sweet," Whumper purrs, licking at his neck, then sucking another mark onto it, and Whumpee's head falls back against the pillows as he gasps.

It shouldn't feel like that, it shouldn't feel like this—

"I don't—ngh—want to!"

"If you really didn't want to," Whumper tells him, "you wouldn't have. But you must like my touch. In fact, I'd even say you love it. And wouldn't it just so happen...I love to touch you, too."

Whumpee writhes, protesting again, but it's much more strangled, barely audible, and Whumper listens even less. They just keep touching, keep teasing, keep using their mouth everywhere Whumpee can't handle until finally he's lost himself to pleasure he doesn't want, and eventually falls over a fourth time with tears streaming down his face.

And he doesn't know why, in the midst of it all, but he curls towards Whumper, burying his face in Whumper's chest, desperate for he doesn't even know what, muffling the scream that comes out.

"Oh...that's it...there, good boy, just like that...perfect. Look at that...I wrung you out, hmm? Nothing left, is there?"

But they keep touching, for just a minute longer, and Whumpee sobs out incoherent pleas until at last Whumper lets him go, and he goes completely limp against the bed, gasping and shaking violently.

"Ssh, it's over now."

And then they lay down next to him, kissing at his neck again, then up to his mouth.

"You were so good for me, pet," Whumper says, against his lips. "I knew, when I chose you, that you would be. Eventually. So good. And soon...soon you'll be even better. Mmm. I know. Sleep now. You earned it."

Whumpee's already losing hold on awareness, slipping away despite the danger still right beside him, but the hand going through his hair, not pulling or yanking but petting, doesn't feel horrible...and they're warm...and he's tired...

And the last thing he hears is Whumper, sounding far too excited about it, murmuring, "Maybe next time we'll get to five."

#nsfwhump #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #pet whump #emotional whump #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #bright.writes #defiant whumpee #creepy/intimate whumper

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"You're bruised."

"You like when I'm bruised."

Whumper grabbed Whumpee by the throat, pinned them to the wall and sneered in their face.

"I like when I've bruised you." They pressed a thumb into the dark ring around Whumpee's neck, unable to even relish the flinch and gasp from pain that they didn't have a hand in causing.

"Now tell me who."

// w. @zoewhumps

#possessive whumper #what a fuckin weirdo jesus #sjfjjdf #co w zoe #bright.writes #txt #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #creepy/intimate whumper #whump #whump dialogue #defiant whumpee #whumpblr

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nsfw prompt: forced to strip?

yes. i'm in the mood for caretaker whump, i hope you don't mind 😌

CWs: forced to strip, self sacrifice, lead up to noncon and recent noncon, explicit noncon touching/kissing, humiliation, forced to beg, creepy/intimate whumpers, multiple whumpers, and referenced caretaker x whumpee

[[ 18+ ONLY, minors + IRL (nonfictional) nsfw blogs DNI ]]

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"Please...God, please just take me."

Whumpee lets out a horrible sound from where he lays on the floor, face pressed against it, body trembling from fear and exhaustion and pain, from everything awful they've just put him through that Caretaker couldn't fucking stop.

With a quiet chuckle, Whumper sits up, still straddling Whumpee but no longer leaned down, whispering into his ear. No longer just on the verge of assaulting him, again. Whumper 2 even stops stroking Whumpee's hair from where they're kneeled beside him, tilting their head up as Caretaker grabs all of their attentions.

Whumper 3 uncrosses their arms, coming forward.

"You want us to fuck you?" they ask. "Instead of him?"

Caretaker trembles, and then takes a breath and nods.

"Well aren't you brave," Whumper teases, picking themselves up off Whumpee, and Caretaker's relief that it's working, even briefly, is cut short when Whumper 3 rounds him, reaching out to squeeze his ass.

The group ignores him. Caretaker ignores him. There's nothing else he can do. Now that their attention is on him, all three of them creeping towards him, Whumpee's alone. Bloody, terrified, but untouched.

Caretaker gasps in a breath at the same time Whumpee does, and Whumpee writhes, clenching his bound fists together and crying out, "No! Don't touch him! Please!"

Caretaker can't watch it happen again. He can't. They hadn't been willing to hear him the first time, but if there's anything he can do to prevent the second, he will.

"Strip, then," Whumper 2 says, slicing the rope around Caretaker's wrists, and the other two hum agreements. "Go on. Let's see what you're offering. And if you try anything stupid, we'll kill you and fuck him while he watches."

Whumpee claws at the floor, sobbing out another protest. He tries to lift himself up, but his arms won't hold him, and he crumples down again with a heartbreaking cry.

Caretaker tries not to look at him. Instead he obeys, reaching up with trembling fingers to start to undo his shirt, and then letting it fall off his shoulders.

"Not bad," Whumper says, circling him, and Caretaker flinches when Whumper 2 pinches his side from behind. "Keep going. All of it. You know what we want to see."

Breathing hard, unable to keep as steady as he wants to, Caretaker does that, too. He undoes his belt, and drops his pants to the floor.

He nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels a hand on his ankle, nearly falls over as he stares down at Whumpee, who's managed to drag himself the few feet over to him, leaving a smear of blood underneath.

"Stop," Whumpee begs. "Stop. Caretaker. Stop!"

"He loved it," Whumper laughs. "We really made you feel something special, didn't we, Whumpee? Better than Caretaker ever could, huh? You want us again?"

Whumper 2 starts making their way over to Whumpee once more, and then Caretaker holds his breath and squeezes his eyes shut and pulls his underwear down, too.

"Well now," Whumper 2 says, and instead comes to him. It should be a relief, when their hands grab at Caretaker's hips instead of Whumpee's, but it doesn't feel like one, and he can't help but flinch and squirm when fingers touch over where they shouldn't. "Look at this..."

"Very nice. Quite a pair we picked, aren't they?"

"A perfect one. Didn't expect either to fight so much..."

"Let's see how you compare here, first..." Whumper 2 says, and then shoves their finger into Caretaker without any warning.

Against his will, Caretaker cries out. It sounds, to him, like the most pathetic sound he's ever made. His hands flail out, and the other two grab onto a wrist each and hold him steady, tug him until he's slightly bent over to give Whumper 2 better access.

"Relax," Whumper tells him, pressing a deceptively gentle kiss to Caretaker's hand. "How tight?"

"Not like the whore. But better than I expected."

Whumper 3 strokes their hand down Caretaker's chest. "Tell us what you want us to do again?"

Caretaker swallows hard. "Take me instead."

"No, no. Tell us what you want us to do."

Whumpee sobs, whimpering out Caretaker's name. Caretaker keeps his teeth grit, biting into his cheek until he tastes blood, so that he doesn't whimper, too.

And when he's sure he's got a hold on himself—mostly sure—he clears his throat and says, "I want you to fuck me."

Whumper whistles. Whumper 2 grabs Caretaker's shoulders, and forces him down to his knees, and then leans up right into his ear.

"Gonna need you to say that again," they murmur. "A little louder. Beg us to."

Whumpee's hand brushes up against Caretaker's, crying, pleading him not to. Caretaker's not sure he himself isn't about to fall apart.

"Fuck me," he mumbles, and then finally lets out a sob he can't hold back and says, louder, "Please. Please fuck me."

Whumpee protests louder. Curses and swears until Whumper 2 kicks him hard in the stomach, and Whumpee rolls over onto his other side, coughing.

"You keep reminding us about that pretty mouth, boy, and we'll—"

Caretaker grunts, furiously, and interrupts them with a hissed, "So?"

Whumper bends down a little, to Caretaker's level, and cups Caretaker's chin. They lean forward to press their lips together, and Caretaker squeezes his eyes shut, tears leaking hot down his face, and forces himself to be still.

Whumper pulls back, and nips along Caretaker's jaw. Whumpee's fingers are against his again, and Caretaker curls his pinky around Whumpee's.

"Yeah," Whumper finally says with a smirk. "You'll do."

#nsfwhump #caretaker whump #self sacrifice #multiple whumpers #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #creepy/intimate whumper #caretaker x whumpee #bright.writes #whump #whumpblr #whump writing

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Ok so 👀👀 for a nsfw prompt: a whumpee who was abused by their captor and now they think their only worth is as a sexual object, and caretaker doesn’t know how to deal with it/deprogram them. No pressure to write it if it’s not your thing, of course!!

VERY MUCH MY THING. I LOVE THE ANGST IT’S SO GOOD. Poor both of them 🥺

CWs: past trauma/pet whump (so mentions of past n-oncon), and a very failed seduction of an unconsenting Caretaker (so also very brief noncon kissing/touching, but not with any malice or whumper-ness behind it), and Whumpee kinda victim-blaming themselves

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“Whumpee.”

“Yes, Master?” Oh, God.

Caretaker breathes in and heavily sighs it out, reaching up to pinch at the bridge of their nose and then drag their hand down their face.

“Please put your clothes back on.”

Whumpee looks up at them, and their expression turns a bit confused. They wiggle a little on the bed, and then spread their legs a little further apart, and Caretaker can’t look anymore. It feels wrong. It feels like they're violating them without even doing a thing.

“But I’m ready,” Whumpee says, confused.

“Ready?” Caretaker echoes, to the floor, and Whumpee shifts again, and the moan they let out makes the blood rush to Caretaker’s cheeks as they duck their head even further.

“For you, Master.”

“God,” Caretaker groans, and then grabs the throw from the chair in the corner, tossing it over Whumpee's lower half as they approach. “We have to talk.”

“Yes sir,” Whumpee says, tilting their head, and Caretaker shakes their own.

“No. I’m not sir. I’m not Master. I told you. I’m Caretaker. I’m not—” They sigh again, even harder somehow. It almost hurts. This all almost hurts. “I’m not going to have sex with you."

Whumpee’s breath hitches. They sound like they’re going to cry, and Caretaker doesn’t know why until—

“I—I was bad?”

“What? Whumpee, no, I just—”

“I was bad,” Whumpee whispers, and buries their face in their hands, starting to curl up into the same ball they’d been in for the entire first day Caretaker had them here. “I was bad, I was bad, I was bad, I’m sorry, what did I do? What did I—”

“Whumpee.”

But Whumpee doesn’t seem to hear them. They cry even harder, trembling, and the second Caretaker reaches out to touch them, to hold them, do something because they can't stand to see the poor thing like this, Whumpee moans.

"Please...take me...please...I'll be so good for you, Master!" Even with their voice choked with tears, their face red and wet, they try to get closer, pawing at Caretaker's pants, kissing at Caretaker's shoulder, trying to nuzzle up to do it to their neck until Caretaker flinches away. "Wait! No, I-I'll use my mouth, I—I don't bite, they trained me good, I promise—just don't—don't be mad at me, Master, please—"

"Oh, Whumpee…" Caretaker can't keep their own voice from shaking. They can't keep the tremble out if their hand as they reach to pet Whumpee's hair, because they know now it seems to calm them down. "Oh, what did they do to you?"

"Trained me good," Whumpee whispers, but...this time they sound haunted. For good reasons, Caretaker is sure, and Caretaker doesn't want to know a single one of them.

"You're good," Caretaker tells them. "Okay? Just. Please. I think you're beautiful. You are. There's nothing wrong with you. And you didn't do anything bad. I’m not mad at you!"

Whumpee sniffles. "But...you don't want me.”

“No, Whumpee. I mean—I want you here. I don’t want to…” They gesture, a bit helplessly. “Do anything to you.”

“Why...wh-why else am I here?"

"You're here to be safe. You're here so you don't have to be hurt anymore!"

But Whumpee doesn't look like they believe that. And of course they don't. Caretaker isn't a therapist, they just met Whumpee, and they have no idea what they're doing. Not a clue. They have Whumpee because the chance had been there to take, to rescue, to be a hero.

It's turned out so much more complicated now than they ever could have dreamed. And it's not their fault, of course; Caretaker doesn’t blame them. They just want to help.

But there’s so damn far to go, and they have no idea where to even start.

#bright.writes #poor babies 🥺 #whump #whump writing #pet whump #past trauma #rescue #misunderstandings #this was a more sad interaction but #i love when caretaker does find them attractive and whumpee knows this and they just be really hrny around them asdkjfh #like they were trained to be seductive to their master so theyre uncomfortably good at it #and caretaker is just blushing and sweating every time lmfao #'oh dear' #uncomfortable and mildly aroused caretaker w clingy flirty conditioned whumpee my beloved #i just think its neat. #and then when caretaker denies them they think they need to be punished #but instead its just because caretaker cares about consent surprise and whumpees like huh? whats that? #and caretaker is like ohhh boy we. have a lot to learn dont we

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CWs: choking, pet whump, creepy/intimate Whumper controlling Whumpee's breathing, implied/fade-to-black noncon.

18+ Only, IRL (ie not fanfic/fiction) NSFW/kink blogs DNI.

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"Breathe."

Whumpee chokes out his air, catching on a cough that shakes his whole body as he desperately sucks in more.

"Please," he wheezes. "Please. I'm so sorry, sir, I'm so—"

"Again."

"I can't—"

"Again!"

Whumpee whimpers, tears running down his face, and then takes in as much air as he can and holds it.

"So much better quiet," Whumper murmurs, grabbing Whumpee's chin and pulling him closer. Pushing the heel of their shoe down between Whumpee's legs. Watching as he sweats and shakes. Listening, in case he tries to sneak a breath without permission. Again.

Whumpee's back is still bleeding from when he did. His whole body hurts, from disobeying in the first place.

He doesn't want to be bad. But it's impossible. It's impossible. Whumper wants him to do impossible things. Like keep his air in again and again and again with no regard to the agony in his chest, the way his heart is beating fast and then slow and then fast again, the way his vision is dark and shimmering at the edges because it's too much.

"Punishments are supposed to hurt," Whumper says. "Yes, the whip works, but this...well, you were very naughty. So you deserved something very special."

Whumpee chokes, and Whumper smiles. He leans down and kisses Whumpee's trembling, pale blue lips, and brushes a thumb along Whumpee's cheek, and then squeezes his nose before kissing him again.

"Longer. You're so beautiful when you suffer."

Whumpee barely hears it. He's starting to tilt to the side, to give into the blackness calling him, because even when his mouth opens on his body's instinct to breathe whether he's allowed to or not, Whumper prevents it with his own lips. Holds him close and kisses him harder, grabs Whumpee's shaking hand and presses it to where Whumper is hard.

Whumpee's chest heaves, and he grunts out a plea, and then—

Whumper releases him, holding him tight against his body.

"Breathe, precious boy. Just breathe now."

Whumper pets his hair, almost gently. "Oh, good boy. Yes. Good boy. Thank me for being so kind to allow you air."

Whumpee breathes. He gulps in air again and again, grateful. So grateful he whimpers, "Thank you..."

He'd do anything for it not to be denied again. "Thank you, sir...I'll do anything for you, sir...thank you..."

He gets another kiss, shorter this time, and he lets it happen, breathing through his nose instead. It doesn't matter. He has air. His eyes slide shut, and he kneels there, swaying slightly, as content as he ever feels.

Until Whumper. Always until Whumper does something.

"Catch your breath," Whumper murmurs to him, running his thumb along Whumpee's bottom lip as Whumpee hears him unzip his pants with the other.

"I won't be long, tonight...you've gotten me worked up with all that. And when you swallow, and can breathe again, you'll thank me for that, too."

Whumper reaches down, squeezing Whumpee until he whines.

"Pretty boy...feel so good in my hand...but you won't come tonight, either."

"Yes sir," Whumpee whispers. "Yes sir. I promise. I'll be good for you, sir."

Whumper takes a handful of his hair, guiding him forward, and hums.

"I know, sweetheart. After a little reminding of how to behave, you always are."

#whump #whumblr #whump writing #pet whump #bright.writes #creepy whumper #intimate whumper

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What about a whumper that has to leave whumpee alone for a long time but wants to make sure whumpee doesn’t forget them while they’re gone. Maybe they leave them tied in a vulnerable position or maybe with a special toy 🤫

Once again, how horrible:)))

CWs: pet whump, sex toys (noncon, 18+ Only, minors + irl (nonfictional) nsfw blogs DNI!), possessive whumper, creepy/intimate whumper, whumper's POV

"Y—you can't."

Whumper smiles. They don't pause as they string their favorite little pet up, tightening the ropes until they won't be able to move an inch.

Their favorite phrase, really...because then they can show just how much they can.

"I'm sorry, pet," they murmur, stroking down the poor thing's tear-stained face. "I know you'll miss me. But it's just today...and I'll be home tonight."

Whumpee whimpers, tugging at the restraints. They wriggle, uncomfortably, legs spread against their will (as usual), and Whumper watches. Loves to watch, always.

"That's...that's...h-hours, what...what if I need to—"

Whumper presses their finger over Whumpee's lips. Silences them, as they should be.

"You don't need anything until I tell you you do," they say. "Not a thing. Isn't that right?"

Hesitantly, Whumpee nods. "Y-yes...Master."

Whumper feels a thrill of pleasure through them, leaning to kiss their pet gently. "Good. Very good. And you know what...you are right. What if you do need? That little hole of yours always needs something. I shouldn't leave it empty."

"No—" Whumpee mumbles, shaking their head, but Whumper's already in motion, reaching over to the drawer beside their bed and rummaging through it before they pull out something that makes Whumpee sob.

"I just don't know how far the remote control will be able to reach it," Whumper says, frowning, and then shrugs. "I'm sure you'll tell me all about it tonight."

Whumpee cries out, but even as they try to squirm they're kept in place as Whumper preps them and then gently slides the toy inside. Tests it once, and watches Whumpee whine and shiver beautifully. Keeps it going just long enough that their pet is about to fall over the edge, and then stops it.

"I'll take care of you so well tonight," Whumper says, kissing over them, loving the way their chest heaves under their lips. The way their body craves more, even if their pretty mouth protests. "I'll see you soon."

They fasten a gag around Whumpee's mouth—"I don't want you screaming anything that isn't just for me."— and then they're gone.

Whumpee's sob turns into a cry of pleasure as Whumper clicks the remote again, off and on, higher and lower, all the way down the street until the thing beeps and loses contact.

Disappointing, but not a real problem. It's still inside them, and they still know exactly who put it there, who they belong to, and who owns them.

And they'll take care of their precious Whumpee properly tonight, like they always do.

#nsfwhump #pet whump #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #creepy/intimate whumper #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #master/pet whump #possessive whumper #whumper pov #bright.writes

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CWs: caretaker whump, two whumpees, self-sacrifice, forced submission, implied torture, implied whipping, possessive whumper

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Whumper looks down at Caretaker on their knees, hands splayed obediently at Whumper's feet. In the background, Whumpee is giving muffled pleas into their gag, but Whumper doesn't care about them right now.

This is about Caretaker. This is about them thinking they can fool Whumper. This is about that rotten little light still in their eyes, the hope they still feel that they'll be able to save Whumpee one day, and maybe even themselves.

But they won't. And Whumper wants them to know it.

They kick Caretaker hard in the stomach, and Caretaker's breath rushes out of them in a grunt as they crumple onto their side with an adorably shocked expression. They've gotten used to it being good enough when they get on their knees, when they're obedient to Whumper when it's never really obedience, just them trying to protect their precious Whumpee while cursing their existence when it's all over.

It's not good enough anymore.

"I don't just want you to submit with your body," Whumper murmurs, crouching down to grab Caretaker's chin, to lift it up and force their gazes to meet. "I want your mind. I want everything you are. I want everything you used to be gone. I want every thought you have—both of you—to be about me, and how grateful you are to be mine."

"Fuck you," Caretaker spits, and then fear flashes on their face. They don't know which little act to keep up, but that's the problem. They're just acts. "I-I'm sorry, I—"

Whumper punches them, hard enough to send them sprawling, and clicks their tongue as they stand.

"You're not sorry. Not really. Not honestly."

They reach for the long, thick whip hanging on the wall with their other favored instruments, and strike it throught the air once, the loud thwack making both of their pretty things flinch hard.

"But you will be. Eventually, I promise...you will be."

#caretaker whump #on my mind every SECOND!!! #bright.writes #whump #whumblr #whumplr #whump writing #two whumpees #possessive whumper #self sacrifice #whumper pov

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Yeah, the fish tank filling up with water thing in all honor, but what about one of those preassure tank things that slowly drains out the oxygen? and the whole thing is glass obviously and you can still hear through it so Whumper can taunt and watch to their heart's content. or just, making them get into a lockable water tank under threat, going "awwe don't worry, i remember you're quite good at holding your breath, you have been so far", and you know just making them aware they will be locked under water for who knows how long and the panic in their eyes as they try to take the biggest breath of air as the lid starts to close

ANONNAJFHAHDHSHDHD you can't...just...send these to me...I'm going to die. Fuck. Guh. (I'm jk of course please do continue 🥵)

CWs: suffocation/choking, torture, implied past noncon used to taunt

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"This should be interesting."

Whumpee presses their hands flat to the glass, looking around the container Whumper has thrown them in, trying to figure out what kind of sick torture they're in for this time.

"Wh-what is this?" They don't mean to stammer, to allow their voice to shake, but the fear gets through anyway.

And Whumper loves it. They always do. They grin, wickedly, and then rap their knuckle against it.

"You're too mouthy for your own good, darling. No matter what I do. Gagging you...just isn't good enough. You still find ways to curse me."

"Fuck you," Whumpee singsongs, and then kicks the glass, though it only ends up feeling like it nearly breaks their bare toes. "F—ow! Fuck you!"

"I'd think you'd have learned to use another phrase by now," Whumper purrs, looking them over, and Whumpee scowls, ducks their head in shame. "But I think...no, I think this should be a good lesson."

Whumpee watches Whumper click a button on something in their hand, and flinches as the top of the container closes down.

"What are you—"

Whumper presses something else, smirking, and suddenly Whumpee can't breathe as well. Suddenly they're dropping to their knees, clutching at their throat, and heaving in their breaths with so much effort it makes their muscles ache.

And then there's nothing. They try to wheeze in just a little more, and there's nothing.

Whumpee cries out. Or at least, they try to, but not a single sound comes from their mouth. They gag, and cough, and the noises are entirely silent. They tug at the collar around their neck, but even if they could get it off it wouldn't help.

"That's much better," comes Whumper's voice, muffled from the outside, and Whumpee raises their head to find the awful monster leering down at them, hands behind their back. "Why don't you try swearing at me now?"

Whumpee does try. Nothing comes. They mouth the words with not even a whisper of sound, and then brace themselves against the floor, striking their fist against the ground.

"Quite a fun little invention, isn't it? Vacuum-sealed." Whumper taps the glass again, taking a big, audible breath and sighing it out, and it makes Whumpee's lungs burn even hotter.

"Mmm. You look uncomfortable, dear one. Would you like to come out?"

Whumpee nods. It's all they can do. Their hands claw at their throat, their chest, as the pain becomes unbearable, and Whumper drinks it all in.

"Look at me. Pet. Let me see your pretty face."

Whumpee would do anything for this just to stop. They look up at Whumper, eyes half-lidded and vision blurred, chest heaving as they instinctively gulp for air that isn't coming.

"Oh, you poor thing! I don't think you're supposed to be that color! You look sorry, though. Are you sorry for being a naughty little thing?"

Whumpee nods again. They can't wait anymore, it hurts too much. They're blacking out, and maybe it's for the best they die, it means they'll be away from Whumper—

"Good pet," Whumper says, sounding miles away, and then suddenly there's air hitting Whumpee's face, and they collapse onto their side, coughing and gasping, filling their lungs again and again until things start to fade back in, until they can feel their fingers and toes again and they're left in some awful euphoric state of just being able to breathe.

"You can really hold your breath quite a while," Whumper murmurs, thoughtfully. "I just don't think you should be struggling so much when you—"

"Stop," Whumpee pleads, tears starting to drip down their face. They curl into themselves, hiding their eyes against their arm, and can't hold back a quiet sob, relieved only because they can hear again, they can make noise again. "Please."

"Oh, pet. You sound...broken. It's beautiful."

Whumpee chokes on their tears, and wipes them away, and pushes themselves back up a bit. "No. I—I—I'm not...broken."

Whumper pouts. "Shame. But you are crying. I didn't even have to touch you. So personally, I think, if I just—"

Whumpee feels the air thin again, and they panic, crying out no before they're gasping in as much as they can before it's gone.

"—do this a few more times, that might change," Whumper finishes, with a happy little smile. "It's fun, anyway, isn't it?"

Whumpee covers their mouth with both hands, watching Whumper settle themselves down in a chair they pull over, crossing their legs, getting comfortable as Whumpee's chest starts to burn again.

"I do think you're most beautiful when you're like this, pet. Struggling. Desperate for the breath I won't give to you. It really reminds you who's in charge, here, doesn't it? Who your body belongs to?"

Whumpee only glares at them. It's all they can do.

And Whumper shrugs, checks their watch, and flips the little remote between their fingers.

"Well, that's alright. Nowhere for me to be til tonight. So..." They tilt their head, watching as Whumpee slumps over again, trembling.

"We'll just see how you feel then."

#breathing whump my beloved #bright.writes #choking #suffocation #whump #whumpee and whumper #creepy/intimate whumper #implied noncon #whumpblr #whump writing #defiant whumpee #captivity #pet whump #txt #taunting #creepy whumper #intimate whumper

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CW: knives, creepy/intimate whumper, noncon kissing, torture, vaguely implied future noncon, crying

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"My beautiful little Whumpee."

Whumpee does their best to stifle the whimper that threatens to escape as Whumper crouches down to their level, cupping their chin and raising it up. The chains around Whumpee's wrists clink against the concrete as they tremble, waiting for whatever pain will come next.

"Y-yes...Whumper?"

Whumper smiles, almost warmly. More terrifying, in some ways, than the times they look angry.

"Your eyes."

Whumpee casts them down instantly, but Whumper squeezes their chin.

"No, no. Look at me."

Reluctantly Whumpee obeys, lifting them again, and Whumper's unrelenting gaze makes them shiver and shake. A gentle kiss is pressed to their lips, and they can't hold back their sound of distress this time.

"They're stunning, my love," Whumper finally says, rubbing their thumb along Whumpee's lower lip. "Especially when you cry."

They dig their nail into Whumpee's cheek, and ask, "Will you cry for me?"

Whumpee is frozen in terror, stunned by the request. A request, instead of just dragging the tears from them with torture. They haven't had a moment not on the verge of breaking down in weeks, but the moment Whumper tells them to...

"For me?" Whumper asks again, and Whumpee—they can't. They don't want to. Everything in their being wants to keep what Whumper wants from them as long as possible.

Whumper looks at them for a moment, far too thoughtful, and then Whumpee gasps when—

When Whumper pulls them forward, into a hug.

Forced 'affection' isn't anything new, but this...this is. It doesn't hurt, for once. It isn't rough or violet. Whumpee is tense for a moment, but starved enough for kindness that it only takes but a moment—in which they wonder if this won't make them cry anyway—for them to go limp, eyes fluttering shut.

So they don't see that Whumper's unsheathed the knife at their waist. They don't know until it's suddenly stuck into them by their hip, and even as Whumpee screams Whumper holds them tight, hushing them.

"Ssh. Ssh. I just want you to cry tonight," Whumper whispers, digging it in further. "That's all. Give me that, beloved...and I'll let you come sleep in bed with me."

Whumpee does, sobbing against their shoulder, for the pain and the knowledge of what will happen later and the fact that they don't know if it's better or worse than freezing away in this basement, while Whumper hums, pulling them back to look at their tear-stained face, to inspect their eyes as Whumpee can't even see them through the blur.

"Perfect, my sweet thing." They kiss away one tear, and then another, and then hug them tight again. "Oh, you're perfect. Just as beautiful as ever. Now...what do we say?"

With their hand pressed hard against their side, warm blood coating their palm, Whumpee knows it could have been worse. It's usually worse. It will be, if they don't obey, and they'll still get forced to bed with them anyway. So sniffling and choking, Whumpee mumbles, "Thank you, Whumper."

Whumper kisses their forehead, too gently, and tilts their chin up again.

"That's my sweet Whumpee."

#threats #bright.writes #whump #creepy/intimate whumper #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #implied torture #txt #whumpblr #whump writing #noncon kissing #torture

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FEBUWHUMP DAY 1: HEAD WOUND

@febuwhump

CWs: concussion, confusion/slight unreality, failed escape attempt, creepy/intimate whumper, noncon touching + vaguely implied past noncon

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"Please."

Something shifts over him, another shadow in a place already so dark. "Please what, sweetheart?"

"M-my...my..."

"Your what?"

He tries to speak again. He doesn't know why it's so hard, why he's having to force every word out by itself and it still feels like it's too much. "My h...my head."

A chuckle, familiar and uncomfortable. He squints, but it's still too dim to see. "Does it hurt, baby? Yeah? Yeah? Poor thing."

Something touches where it hurts the most, fingers swiping through what he knows somewhere is his own blood as it dries in his hair, and he cries out.

"Do you remember how you got this, baby? Huh? Do you remember what you just did?"

He doesn't. He just doesn't. He can't remember anything. He knows that this is bad, and he wants to go away from here, but nothing else.

His ear is pinched between a thumb and forefinger, tugged on while a tongue dips against it, making him flinch.

"You tried to leave me," comes a menacing whisper, and he thinks he recalls why now. This awful touching, it never stops...he isn't supposed to be here, this isn't home, isn't even anywhere close—

"Stop—" he grunts, and then a nail digs into the painful spot on his head, and his scream is so loud his voice cracks and gives. His limbs flail, and he feels cold, icy leaves and packed dirt beneath him.

He'd tried to run. He'd tried to run, to find the road he's not sure he's 2 or 200 miles from, and there'd been an incline he couldn't see well in the dark of an unfamiliar forest.

Had he fallen? Slipped? Or had he been pushed? He can't remember. It hurts to think. It hurts to breathe.

"You're lucky you're pretty, baby. You're lucky I want you back in bed more than I want to break your legs and leave you here to freeze."

He's dragged up, groaning as he's tossed over the shoulder of the one he'd tried so desperately never to see again. His ribs protest, but his echoing cry of pain is ignored like it never happened at all.

"That doesn't mean you're off the hook. You're gonna hurt for this. But that was a real nasty hit you just took...so we'll discuss your punishment when you've got the sense to look scared of me again."

"No..." he groans, but there's nothing he can do, especially now, except let himself be carried back through the dense trees, tears of defeat dripping down off his face, to the awful house he just lost his only chance to escape from.

#febuwhump2022 #febuwhumpday1 #failed escape #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #defiant whumpee #bright.writes #whump #whumpblr #whump writing

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FEBUWHUMP2022 DAY 6: HYPOTHERMIA

@febuwhump

CWs: hypothermia, environmental whump (snowstorm), protective caretaker (x whumpee) and cuddling! for! warmth!

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"I c-can't...feel...my t-toes."

Caretaker holds Whumpee closer, shivering beside them in a sleeping bag, and smiles at the sound of their voice, all they've wanted to hear for what must be over an hour now. Ever since they had somehow, somehow, dragged both of them back inside from the white-out blizzard they'd nearly been lost forever in.

"Hey. You're awake. You weren't...b-before."

"I...wasn't...?"

Caretaker presses a kiss to the back of their head. "No. Sc-scared me."

"Sorry...d-don't remember..."

"It's okay. It's okay. E-everything's okay now."

"Nuh...mmm...'s...t-too hot..."

Caretaker's between them and the fire, and the heat is painful on the back of their neck, but they don't dare move any further away. It's a small flame, and they don't have much more wood to burn inside, and Caretaker hasn't wanted to stop holding Whumpee for even a second, anyway, for fear that, when they came back, Whumpee's breathing would have stopped.

But they're awake now. They're awake. They're shivering, badly, but that's new, too. They'd been so deathly silent and still before that Caretaker was sure it'd been too late.

"Just r-relax, okay?" Caretaker murmurs, running their own still-numb fingers along Whumpee's cheek, and they flinch. It's a good sign. "It's okay."

"Mmm...can...can...I sleep?"

"Not yet. J-just keep talking to me f-for now."

"I think...I think..."

"What...?"

"I don't l-like the s-snow...this...b-bad vac-cation..."

Caretaker laughs quietly, kissing their shoulder, and nods. "Yeah. Yeah. Me neither."

"Y-yeah?"

"Yeah. I think...m-maybe a beach, next time...?"

"S-somewhere warm...or...or..." Whumpee moves for the first time, nuzzling back against Caretaker, and it makes Caretaker warmer than anything else could. "Home. Just...st-stay home."

Caretaker closes their eyes, breathing in deeply and sighing it out against their neck.

"Staying home s-sounds like a good plan to me."

#febuwhump2022 #febuwhumpday6 #hypothermia #environmental whump #whump #whumblr #whumpblr #whump writing #protective caretaker #bright.writes

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intimate whumper x caretaker nsfw

don't mind if i do

CWs: NONdetailed noncon — veeery creepy intimate whumper — noncon touching — self-sacrifice — mentions of caretaker x whumpee pining — implied future pet whump — forced to watch

{18+ only, minors and irl kink/nsfw blogs DO NOT INTERACT}

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"There's something about you."

Caretaker doesn't move, doesn't react when fingers stroke up along his back, then down again. He knows that's exactly what's wanted of him, fear, and he'll be damned if he gives it.

He can't stop his breaths from shuddering, though. He can't stop his body from trembling or flinching at the unwanted, unfamiliar touch.

"I don't know what it is. But fuck...it's something special."

He woke up stripped. He woke up with Whumpee across from him just as bare, wide-eyed, terrified, leather gags with a lock keeping them from speaking.

He woke up with a collar secured around his neck, same as Whumpee, a metal chain leading from it to the wall behind them on opposite sides, keeping them apart.

With Whumper watching them. Specifically him.

"I just planned for that one," Whumper says, gesturing. "He's beautiful. The most attractive I've seen. It's his fault you're here, really. Flaunting that beauty as much as he does..."

Whumpee cries out in protest, tears in his eyes. By the time Caretaker can speak to him—if he can at all—the damage will have already been done, he'll already think it'd his fault as much as Caretaker knows it's his own, and it hurts.

Where had they even been taken from...? He can't remember...they'd been at the bar, one they'd been going to for years after work, and then...and then...

"But I've been watching him for a while, you know, and...I found myself starting starting to pay more attention to you. And Caretaker...you are just...wow."

Whumper run his hands up Caretaker's body again, the front of it this time, from the inside of his thigh to rest his hands over his chest.

"So nervous," Whumper hums. "Don't be. You're beautiful."

Whumper pinches a nipple, drawing a startled gasp from both Caretaker and Whumpee, and there's nothing but delight on Whumper's face.

"You're both so protective over each other," Whumper goes on. "I don't think I've ever seen two people so close. And you're a kind of handsome I've never much paid attention to...so that's when I started thinking, you know...that it would be twice as fun to have both of you."

Caretaker swears, talks back, but it's lost against the gag. Whumper strokes under his chin, and smiles at him.

"You're right. I think, maybe, it's time to test one of you out. And that little one...well, he's special. Very special. It's going to feel good. I want to take him right. But you...well, I'm not sure it'll be that good at all, so—"

Whumper slams Caretaker down against the ground, mounting him from behind, and Whumpee shrieks, crawling forward to the end of his chain, clawing at the ground. "No!" he shouts out, audible even though the gag, and when he finds that's the only word that can even halfway get through he repeats it again. "No! No, no, no, no!"

"You'll get yours," Whumper promises. "You're going to get yours good. And Caretaker...if you're good...I'll consider being more gentle next time. Prepare you a little more. Do it somewhere...softer."

Caretaker grunts in pain as fingers toy everywhere they shouldn't, flushing with humiliation when he truly comes to terms not only with this happening, but it happening in front of Whumpee.

"If you're not good," Whumper says, "well...at least I have him. Though I'm sure he'll miss you...I'll have him looking at me the way he looks at you in no time."

"No," Caretaker mumbles, too quiet, and then he squeezes his eyes shut.

"What's that? You're going to make it good for me?" Whumper grabs a handful of his hair and pulls, and Whumpee sobs, kicking out at the wall, wrenching on his arms, desperate to stop what he can't.

Caretaker can't do this. He can't act afraid. He can't give up. He can't act like he'd rather be killed here and now than this.

Not in front of Whumpee. No, he has to get Whumpee out of this. And that means living long enough to do so.

So eventually, he nods. He nods, and relaxed his body, and hides his face against the floor to keep the tears hidden when Whumper purrs, "Good boy," and continues.

Whumpee's hand is nearly close enough to touch. He knows looking up means Whumpee can see he's crying, but Whumpee's crying, too, and he figures it doesn't much matter. Not right now.

Instead, he reaches his hand out, past the point of pain from the wrenching chain, and grasps onto Whumpee's fingers, a promise to get him out of this if it's the last thing he does before closing his eyes.

"How fucking sweet," Whumper laughs, grasping Caretaker's hips hard enough to bruise as he pushes in. "Yeah. Fuck yeah. That feels good. You're good, Caretaker. So damn good for me."

He doesn't want to be. He doesn't want to be.

But he wants Whumpee to be that even less. Maybe between now and when Whumper returns, maybe he'll have been able to get Whumpee free...

"Let's see how that mouth sucks me off, next, and then test out the pretty one, and hell, this might've been the best two-for-one deal in the world."

Caretaker tries not to think about it. He only thinks about Whumpee's touch, about getting Whumpee out of here, about Whumpee.

Whumpee moans Caretaker's name. Caretaker says I love you, I always have and knows it won't be understood. Maybe it shouldn't be. Not here. Not now. Maybe not ever, after this.

But he hooks his fingers around Whumpee's, and uses them to keep himself together, and Whumpee squeezes back.

For right now, that has to be enough.

#nsfwhump #whump #whumblr #whump writing #caretaker whump #caretaker and whumpee #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #forced to watch #self sacrifice #bright.writes

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FEBUWHUMP2022 DAY 4: NIGHTMARES

@febuwhump

nightmares, past trauma & PTSD, protective caretaker, caretaker x whumpee and snuggles

Whumpee is crying in his sleep again, and Caretaker can't stand the sound.

Most nights, since the rescue, he ends up lying awake listening, with Whumpee curled into his side, at his back, always somewhere nearby, always desperate for contact he'd been deprived of for so long. If he wakes Whumpee, it ends in screaming. If he doesn't, it still ends in screaming. He wonders if some kind of sleep is better than none at all.

He doesn't know what to do. Not anymore. And when Whumpee's always looked to him for guidance, it's not something Caretaker can admit to.

So he just...listens. Does what he can. He tries to hold Whumpee a different way, kiss his cheek or his neck or his head, pet his hair or rub his back. Anything he can that might help, that might ease his pain just a little.

He's already been through so much. God, Caretaker just wants him to be okay.

Whumpee sleeps best, in the end, when it's an accident. When it's curled in Caretaker's lap during a movie, or on the way home from the grocery store because Whumpee never, ever wants to be left alone. Caretaker's driven twenty miles in long circles just to give Whumpee time to rest.

But the whimpering always starts up, eventually. Delayed, maybe, but never gone completely.

It may never be gone completely.

But one day at a time, they try.

"Thank you," Whumpee mumbles, lips pressed against the back of Caretaker's neck, trembling slightly, either from the cool air against his shower-damp skin, or from the fear, the knowledge of what sleep will bring.

"Mm. For what, love?"

Whumpee doesn't reply for a moment, and Caretaker's exhausted. Sometimes he falls asleep first, getting what he can while he has the chance. But he keeps himself awake here, listening, waiting, until Whumpee murmurs, "Staying."

Caretaker reaches back, heavy as his limbs are, to grasp Whumpee's hand, to pull it around himself and give the back of it a kiss before holding it to his chest. "I would never leave you, Whumpee. I promise."

Whumpee snuggles closer, wrapping his body around Caretaker, as snugly against him as possible, and sighs happily into his hair.

Caretaker thinks—he thinks—they make it a full four hours until the nightmares come back, and he considers that progress.

One day at a time.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2022 #febuwhumpday4 #caretaker and whumpee #caretaker x whumpee #whump #whumblr #whump writing #whumpblr #bright.writes

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They must simply move in with Caretaker afterwards, to feel safe again and protected!

CWs: pretty explicit NSFWHUMP — noncon (but mostly just touching) — somn0 (asleep whumpee) — extremely creepy/intimate whumper — whumper pov — obsessive/stalking behavior and victim-blaming language from whumper — home invasion — kidnapping — drugging

[[ 18+ ONLY, minors and irl (non fictional) kink/nsfw blogs DO. NOT. INTERACT. Please don't reblog to non-whump blogs. ]]

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Whumper loves to watch Whumpee sleep.

It’s not their fault, of course. It’s Whumpee’s. If he didn’t want Whumper’s attention, he shouldn’t look like that.

Like this. So perfect. So innocent and precious, with his pretty pink lips parted, hair messy over his face, eyelashes fluttering as he dreams.

Whumper wants to break him until he only dreams of them.

They get closer. There’s really no going back now. Whumpee would notice in the morning whether they do anything or not.

And they want to do something. So many things.

Whumpee’s breath is so soft against their hand as they reach out towards his face. They brush over Whumpee’s cheek, gently, and then tuck his hair behind his ear to get a better look.

And then they grasp the blanket, and slowly, slowly start to pull it down.

Whumpee shivers, and gives a tiny whimper, tucking his knees up to his chest, curling into himself, and Whumper wants to ruin him.

But for now they just look, admire, the pretty body before them, run fingers over Whumpee’s bare thigh.

If he didn’t want someone to come inside and touch him, he wouldn’t be dressed like this, in nothing but a thin shirt and boxers. He wouldn’t be so vulnerable, so easily accessible, with nothing more than two locks to break and an alarm to silence between them.

He must want Whumper, as much as Whumper wants him. It only makes sense. If not, he would have done more to make sure Whumper didn’t get to him.

He didn’t yet know Whumper existed, of course.

But he will now. Oh, he will now.

Whumper bites their lip, pushing up Whumpee’s shirt to touch along his hip. So pretty…so pretty…they want him. They want him to be their own. They want him in their bed. They want him to wear nothing—maybe a nice collar—and to be there for Whumper to stare at and touch whenever they want.

Whumpee won’t need to work anymore. He won’t need to do anything. It’s really a gift to him, everything Whumper is willing to do.

“I love you,” Whumper whispers, because they do. They do. And Whumpee should know. They even slip their hand down into Whumpee’s underwear, to touch him, to make him feel good. Just for him.

Whumpee doesn’t hear them, though. He gasps softly, but then keeps sleeping away, oblivious.

He keeps ignoring Whumper, and Whumper doesn’t like that too much. They’re doing so much for him…it’s only nice that he thanks them…

Maybe not enough…maybe just a little more.

They watch their pretty Whumpee’s face, tilting their head, and then finally Whumpee lets out a sound and moves, uncurling a bit and biting his lip. Trusting Whumper more…of course. As he should. As he’s meant to. Whumper would never hurt him; not unless they had to, and for his own good.

Whumpee’s hard, now, and Whumper is so kind that they tug Whumpee’s underwear down a bit more and lean over, taking Whumpee into their mouth, wetting him thoroughly before using their hand to stroke along him.

The sounds Whumpee starts letting out are sinful. Whumper feels so much, listening to them.

They love Whumpee. They want him.

They’re going to take him.

Mine. Mine, mine, mine.

Whumpee whimpers, wriggling, and Whumper could be cruel, could drag it out longer…but they don’t. Whumpee deserves better.

He chokes on a cry as he comes, and Whumper only wishes his eyes were open…but next time. They can’t wait to see it again, and again, and again, as many times as they want, forever…

And then Whumpee’s eyes are open, and his blissful expression turns into something horrified, and Whumper is forcing a kiss onto him to muffle his scream, shoving the syringe from their pocket into his neck so he doesn’t try again.

Whumpee writhes, sobbing, struggling against them, but Whumper expected it. Of course they did. Whumpee doesn’t know yet. He just doesn’t understand how important he is, how loved he is, how well Whumper will take care of him.

They hear something slip from Whumpee’s mouth against their lips, a name.

Caretaker. Oh, silly Whumpee—he thinks he needs help! And Whumper’s seen Caretaker. They don’t like Caretaker. Whumpee will never see Caretaker again, if they have any say.

“Ssh,” Whumper soothes, petting his hair, covering his mouth tightly so he can’t shout. “No. It’s okay. I’m going to take such good care of you, I promise. My sweet Whumpee…”

Whumpee tries to push them away, but then his eyelids grow heavy as the drug takes hold, as he’s pulled back into sleep against his will. He looks beautiful, fighting against it…looks beautiful always.

Eventually he goes still again, rough panting evening out to sweet little breaths again, and Whumper removes their hand to kiss those pretty lips again. They hum, and hug Whumpee, and tell him just how much they love him, no longer having to worry about waking him.

And then they pick Whumpee up, cradle him to their chest, and carry him off to their waiting vehicle, laying him gentle across the backseat.

“I’ll show you how much,” they say, brushing his hair away, stroking down his neck, then leaning to kiss it. “You’ll see. I’ll prove it to you.”

They shut the door, quiet. Careful not to wake any neighbors, or bring any attention to them.

Then they start the engine, and with a smile on their face, they bring Whumpee home.

#nsfwhump #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #whumper pov #possessive whumper #just in case..like #whumper pov does not = freedom for creepy blogs to interact thank you #whumper pov is like . watching on a tv show? its third person not first. #this is not to fuel irl knk blogs having irl fantasies of wanting to irl hurt people. its whump! fiction! not real. #stop reblogging my nsfwhump among all your 'things i wish i could do to my partner' the literal fuck??? #bright.writes #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #WHY ISNT THIS SHOWING UP IN THE TAGS WHAT AM I DOING #STOP KNKSHAMING MY WHUMPER /J

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Whumper liked to drown Whumpee. Caretaker, still unaware of this part of their trauma, decides to treat their sleepy Whumpee to a nice bath, getting the bath drawn, lifting Whumpee into their arms and carrying them into the bathroom. Whumpee sees the water and starts to scream and trash, sobbing and begging Caretaker to please don´t make them they don´t know what they did and they are sorry but please don´t- Caretaker puts them down, hugs them and apologizes. Whumpee still needs to get cleaned up, but Caretaker solves this by grabbing some wet wipes and wiping them down, slowly and gently and lovingly

Whumpee doesn't sleep like they used to.

Caretaker would know. They'd seen it enough times before. Whumpee would nap around them all the time, and while it was never exactly something peaceful, it was never...like this.

Before. Before everything had changed, and Whumpee had been taken, and...

Whatever had happened to them then.

Caretaker doesn't know. Not really. They've seen the bruises, the medical reports at the hospital. They see the way Whumpee flinches at every touch, every noise, every perceived threat.

And the nightmares. Caretaker hears the pleas that rip from their throat, hear the way Whumpee begs for whatever they're seeing to stop, begs for help Caretaker couldn't provide then and can't now.

They're relieved, now, to see Whumpee in just a state of relaxation, medication from the hospital easing their tension and pain and anxiety as they stare at the television, unseeing.

But okay, for now. Seemingly.

Caretaker wants to make it better. They want to make Whumpee happy, more than anything. And they haven't been cleaned since their return from the hospital a few days before, and Whumpee always liked to be clean. They're probably terribly uncomfortable. And they're letting Caretaker touch them, hold them again, and so Caretaker believes there's no reason not to.

They run a bath, add in Whumpee's favorite salt scent, and then come closer. "Hey..." they whisper so as to not startle them, and then they pick Whumpee up, holding them close.

"Hmm...? Where're we...?" Whumpee mumbles, nearly unheard against Caretaker's shoulder, and Caretaker kisses their head.

"Ssh. Just a bath. Made sure it's warm, okay...? Relax..."

Whumpee doesn't seem to hear them at first, murmuring something else under their breath and nuzzling closer. They're precious, and it's all Caretaker can think about...

But the second Caretaker starts to lower them down to sit at the edge to help them undress, and Whumpee's foot dips below the surface of the water, Whumpee's eyes open wide and panicked and they shriek, "No!"

Caretaker freezes. They don't know what to do, especially not as Whumpee starts to claw at them, trying desperately to get back in their arms, trying to hold on tight enough that they can be lifted back up.

"Please! Please no! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll be good I'll be good just please don't—"

"Whumpee!" Caretaker whispers, pulling them up and away from the bath, back out of the bathroom as Whumpee clings to them and sobs into their shoulder, inconsolable. "Love...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...I thought..."

Whumpee isn't with them anymore, though. They're just crying, softly now, but repetitively murmuring their apologies, over and over, eyes squeezed shut, the way they do during the flashbacks Caretaker would do anything to prevent them from experiencing.

Whumpee used to love baths. They used to love being taken care of. What had that sick fuck done to them to make them like this...? They can only imagine, and it makes them sick.

Caretaker sits and holds Whumpee, gently shushing them, rocking them, relieved they're letting themselves be held and comforted through it, until finally the tears stop coming. Whumpee sniffles and stirs and whimpers softly, and looks up at Caretaker with red-rimmed eyes.

Caretaker's heart aches for them. They kiss Whumpee's nose, and then their forehead, and rub their back as they cough a bit.

"What happened?" Caretaker dares to ask, and Whumpee closes their eyes tight. Shuts out more memories they don't want, more memories Caretaker wishes they could save them from, all locked away. "I thought you liked baths."

"N-not anymore," they whisper, hoarse, forlorn, and that's all. They don't say another word.

But they don't have to. Caretaker knows how to communicate with them even when they can't speak. With gentle gestures and receiving nods, receiving compliance, Caretaker finds that they can fill a small bucket with warm water, and take that out to them. A washcloth, wet but not dripping, can be gently taken to their skin, and Caretaker wipes away their crying tears first.

"You're safe," Caretaker reminds them, as they slowly, slowly remove Whumpee's clothes, and Whumpee sags forward, their forehead resting against Caretaker's shoulder as Caretaker works.

They're all skin and bone. They look so fragile, and Caretaker's afraid to press too hard in case it hurts their healing wounds, fading bruises, shattered soul. They just keep going, until Whumpee is as clean as they can manage, and then dries them off with the same gentleness.

Whumpee is nearly asleep against them. They hum every few moments, but otherwise Caretaker is pleased to have relaxed them so much, especially with how it started.

They carefully lift their Whumpee and carries them to bed, helps them into soft pajamas, and then tucks them under the blanket.

Whumpee's hand grabs onto Caretaker's, and doesn't let go. Tugs gently.

Caretaker smiles, and fits themselves under the blanket, too, wrapping their arms around Whumpee and kissing the back of their neck.

"Thank you," Whumpee breathes out, and Caretaker smiles, closing their eyes, content to stay as long as Whumpee wants them to.

#the smell of wet wipes makes me want to die even in imagine so i hope this was ok sjfhshhrhdhf #bright.writes #whump #whump writing #drowning #caretaker and whumpee #protective caretaker #recovery #hurt comfort #hurt/comfort #Whumpblr #emotional whump #txt #asks #misunderstandings