#whumpee x whumper
MAY 4TH “SHOULDERS BACK, EYES ON ME”
Movie marathon | Choking | Forced feeding
CW:Captivity, Drugging, Unrealistic Drugs/Drugging, Restraints, Implied Starvation, Gags
MAY 4TH “SHOULDERS BACK, EYES ON ME”
Movie marathon | Choking | Forced feeding
CW:Captivity, Drugging, Unrealistic Drugs/Drugging, Restraints, Implied Starvation, Gags
Whumpee knows they should be scared when Whumper pulls them up from their bed. But they were tired and bored.
Whumper had left them along for nearly the whole day, stapped to the bed with mittens strapped over their hands. They made it so Whumpees hands were nothing more than lumps. Completely useless.
Whumper carried them smoothly from their bedroom to the living room, where they were placed on the edge of the couch. They hadn’t been out here very often, it was reserved for when Whumpee was on their best behavior.
So when Whumper connected their chains to the couch Whumpee looked up at them in confusion, unable to speak past the muzzle in their mouth. “Shoulders back now, you’re doing good, but we need to be careful don’t we?”
Whumpee nodded, hoping they looked as grateful as they felt. Anything, even being chained to the couch was better, than Whumpers punishments. They had to throw the thoughts from their brain to enjoy this moment.
After Whumper was done they sat down next to them, curling up so they were nearly completely entwined. Not a second later the Tv turned on, starting to play the Harry Potter theme song.
Whumpees thoughts were completely swarmed by the show, they hadn’t watched it in, forever. A sense of nostalgia washes over them that was overshadowed when Whumper turned their head towards them.
“Are you having fun?” Whumper was smiling, showing all their teeth that glinted in the light of the TV.
Whumpee nodded, smiling even more when Whumper reached forward and unclasped their muzzle. Spit fell from it and onto the couch, “Aww look at you sweetheart. Where would you be without me?”
Whumpee didn’t know, but they still nodded they needed to give an answer, eyes lighting up when Whumper leaned over and grabbed something from the side table. The savory smell of soup was wafting under their nose and Whumpee was suddenly aware of how hungry they were.
They couldn’t think of the last time they ate, Whumper had said they didn’t need to eat.
And Whumper was always right.
So they ignored the way their stomach was cramping, how most of their thoughts turned to food.
They needed to be good.
But when Whumper brought a spoonful of soup up to their face they didn’t hesitate to take it into their mouth.
“Good job baby, do you want some more?”
A nod and another spoon were in their face. They counited to eat each spoonful that was placed in front of them. Gracefully taking each. Some part of their brain itched, warning bells ringing loudly but they couldn’t care.
After they had eaten through about half of the bowl though they started to feel happy. Fuzzy.
Warmth spread through their body, warming their fingers and making them want to wiggle their toes but they weren’t able to tell if they were moving them.
Whumpers form was no swimming in front of them, dipping in and out of focus. “Aww, are you feeling good? Does Whumper make you feel good?”
They nodded again and a doopy smile was spreading over there face. They felt weightless, but the hand on there thigh was the only thing keeping them from floating away.
They never wanted this feeling to end.
“Whumpee, eyes on me.”
Their eyes flicked to Whumpers with ease even as the room started to spin.
“What’s my name?”
The words left smooth on their tongue and they barely had to think before they were speaking, saying something they had refrained from.
“Master.”
“Good job.”
Warning: Wounds.
“Look at you,” Whumper mocked. As they knelt down beside Whumpee’s beaten body, they tilted their chin up with their index finger, smirking. “You were so determined not to break, too. I was almost rooting for you.”
Warning: Whips.
Musician whumpees being made to play/sing something for Whumper and their friends, but every time they make a mistake, it equals one whip. Whumpee then has to tally up how many whips that is afterwards.
“Do- do you still love me? Please… I’m trying to be good…”
The Caretaker-turned-Whumper smiled, using their foot to push Whumpee back into their tiny box. “Oh, honey… absolutely not.”
Concept: Whumper gifts a tiny Whumpee to their main whumpee as some sort of pet to look after.
- Tiny Whumpee hiding inside Whumpee’s clothes when Whumper’s around.
- Whumpee giving the best bits of every meal to Tiny Whumpee, and stealing snacks from the pantry to give to them whenever they can.
- Whumpee doing whatever they can to give Tiny Whumpee comfort, even if it means sacrificing their own.
- Whumpee hiding Tiny Whumpee somewhere safe until they return from their time with Whumper.
- When Tiny Whumpee gets cold, Whumpee will wrap them up in whatever they can find, or cup them inside their hands.
- Tiny Whumpee hugging Whumpee’s finger when either of them are scared.
- Whenever Whumpee misbehaves, Whumper punishes them by hurting Tiny Whumpee instead.
- Whumpee sitting Tiny Whumpee on their shoulder or inside a pocket as they cook breakfast/lunch/dinner for Whumper.
- When they’re apart, Tiny Whumpee will sit and cry at the door until Whumpee returns.
- Whumpee letting Tiny Whumpee sleep inside their hand at night.
Warning: [Mentioned] emeto, wounds, bound whumpee.
“You can’t leave me here like this!”
Alex grinned, leaning lazily against the wall as they admired their artwork. Despite much protesting and fighting, they’d finally managed to tie little Ollie to the ceiling fan in their living room, arms and wrists tight against the blades while the it worked at a slow speed. Each time it wriggled in an attempt to free itself, the blades pressed further into It’s soft flesh, wounding it further.
“Don’t worry, little thing!” she smiled, reaching across to turn the dial that controlled the fan. Ollie let out a tiny noise, almost resembling a squeal as it felt the speed pick up. “I’ll be back in an hour to check on you. If you puke on my nice carpet, you’ll be receiving another punishment.”
“Get me down from here!” it cried. “Make it stop! I’ll- I’ll be good!”
Again, she turned the speed up just a little. “You and I both know that’s not true. You’re a little brat, and this is what brats are for. Master’s entertainment.”
“Ihateyou!”
“This is for your own good, my dear. Now, be quiet and stay there until I get back.”
Alex thought she heard Ollie growl, though it sounded more like a sob than anything else.
With a wicked smile still on her face, she slowly backed out of the living room and shut the door behind her, ignoring Ollie’s desperate pleas as she got ready to go out.
June 2nd- “Left behind”
Cw: left behind, starvation, dehydration, left to die, freezing, captivity, lost hope, fear of death
Whumpee shivered, wrapping their frail arms around themself. The thin blanket was drawn tight around their shoulders, tucked over their head so they were completely covered. Every now and then, a chill would creep it’s way up their spine, drawing a whimper from their chapped lips.
It was cold.
Despite how close they curled to the radiator, how hard they pressed themself against the chill metal, there was no heat. There hadn’t been for a while.
Whumper had always left the heat on for them.
The nights were always terrible. Much worse than the days. So terrible they could drain the warmth from even the hottest of fires, reducing Whumpee to a breathing corpse, without even the energy to shiver.
They stopped sleeping by the second day.
They were too scared that if they closed their eyes, they’d never open them again.
Whumpee had ran out of food days ago. Every last crumb devoured, without so much as a scrap left for the mice. They had tried to make the meal last as long as possible, a bite of bread every time the hunger got too unbearable, a small nibble of the rice whenever they got so lightheaded they couldn’t see.
It had only lasted them half a week.
Water. They still had water, though. The sink, the dirty, cracked porcelain sink built into the corner of their room still ran. The water was freezing, cold enough to chill them to the bone, but Whumpee didn’t care. It was water, and water would keep them alive. They still tried to ration that too. Only drink as much as they needed, careful not to waste any, fearful that that too would once run out.
They pulled the blanket a bit tighter around themself.
One breath at a time. Ignore the pain, ignore the cold. Minute by minute.
They could only wait until Whumper returned.
May 28th- “I’d rather not”
[Faked death | iron|ditch]
Cw: faked death, restraints, manipulation, faint mentioned gore/torture, faked murder, captivity, noncon touching, restraints, knocked unconscious, kidnapping
They couldn’t breathe.
They couldn’t breathe.
Though the stale air of the basement surrounded them, leaving a stale taste in their agape mouth, a breath lodged in their throat begging to be released. .
But they couldn’t breathe.
“I know this must be upsetting,” Whumper sighed as they clicked off their phone and pocketed it. It didn’t do anything to help. The image was burned into whumpee mind, each terrible, explicit detail scarred into their memory.
“I’m so sorry you had to find out this way, but you deserved to know,” Whumper took a small step forwards, their face filling with concern as Whumpee began to sway.
“Darling, please say something,” Whumper’s gaze softened with concern as they reached forwards to cup Whumpee’s cheek, brushing away a tear with their thumb.
Despite the growing lump in their throat, Whumpee’s mouth began to move.
“Nn.. c-caret-…” They choked out, their knees finally buckling and they collapsed against Whumper with a sob. “Nno-”
“Oh sweetheart,” Whumper frowned, hugging their captive close. “I know this is rough, but they’re in a better place now, okay? They wouldn’t want you to be upset…”
•••
Whumpee didn’t need to know that so-called better place was knocked unconscious and tied up in Whumper’s shed.
After all, Whumper wasn’t a murderer.
