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Luna Moth

"Master, stop!...stop!"

Whumpee pleaded, fingers gripped tightly on the metal pole. Their eyes burning with tears, blood smearing their skin. Whumper kept hitting their back with the whip. The sound of his laughter filled the air, slightly drowning by Whumpee's screams and agony. They wished it could stop…it could—!

Whumpee jolted awake from their sleep. Sweat trickled down their forehead as it soaking their shirt and the bedsheet. They were panting, eyes looking at the ceiling. It's okay…it's okay, it's just a dream…a very bad dream…calm down, calm down…

"Whumpee…?" 

Whumper called out for them. He rubbed his eyes groggily as he propped his head up on his palm, looking down at them. "Having a nightmare?" 

Whumpee nodded weakly. They let Whumper's hand brushed the sweat off their hair. They could still remember the dream, Whumper's laugh...

"Master…." Whumpee muttered out. Their voices were loud and clear in the darkness. The silence was thick and heavy in the air, until Whumper finally opened his mouth.

"Yes, little one?"

"...Do you hate me?"

Whumper silent for a few seconds before he let out an amused chuckle. 

"What kind of question is that?"

Whumpee's fingers fiddling with the blanket, observing the floral pattern on it. "Well, I…I was just wondering."

"No, I don't hate you…" Whumper pulled Whumpee closer to him before laying on top of them. His face buried on the pillow beside Whumpee's head, chest pressed against each other as Whumper intertwined their fingers with Whumpee's.

It should have been comforting, but only for Whumper and not for Whumpee. Whumper was…so much bigger than Whumpee, in terms of size. Whumpee was petite, small and frail all over. 

The strong looming over the weak.

"M-master…I…I can't breathe…" Whumpee let out. They tried to squirm away but Whumper suddenly tangled his legs with them, leaving them more trapped and breathless.

It's suffocating.

"Master…please…" 

Their lungs were burning in sensation. They couldn't move anymore, almost like they were experiencing sleep paralysis. But even worse than that.

"Mmm…no." Whumper simply said before drifting back to sleep. He tightened his grip on Whumpee, chuckled lightly as the little one squealed under him.

It's going to be a long night for them.

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Cosmic Love

"Eat a little, please?" Caretaker pleaded, holding a spoonful of food in front of Whumpee's lips. It's been a few days since they finally rescued Whumpee from Whumper. But now their little one didn't have an appetite to eat. 

Whumpee shook their heads. Their knees pressed to their chest as they rested their chin on it. Cloudy eyes staring straight at the wall. 

Caretaker sighed, "I don't want you to get sick…just a bite, okay?"

Caretaker brought the spoon to Whumpee's mouth again, but their lips sealed shut. Setting the plate on the bedside table, they caressed Whumpee's hair gently. 

"I worry about you, Whumpee…" Caretaker cupped Whumpee's chin, turning their head to them while smiling sadly. 

A few knocks could be heard from outside. Caretaker slid off the bed gently before opening the door, their eyes lit up as they saw Team Leader on the doorway. 

"Took you long enough." Caretaker stated. Team Leader chuckled. They pulled a green shirt from the shopping bag and showed it to Whumpee. 

"Look, Whumpee. I bought you a shirt, do you like it?"

Caretaker clicked their tongue. They shook their heads in dissappointment.

"Team Leader…team leader…Whumpee doesn't like green, remember? They liked blue."

Team Leader frowned, "What? No…! They liked green."

"They liked blue."

"Green."

"Blue."

"Green!"

"Blue!"

Whumpee watched them from afar. They couldn't help but crack out a smile and chuckled.

Caretaker and Team Leader stopped fighting. They both turned to look at Whumpee in disbelief as their chuckle changed to a full blown laughter.

"What are you guys even fighting about? It's so stupid…!" 

Caretaker immediately walked over to Whumpee and hugged them tightly, smiling as Whumpee still laughing in their embrace. 

Whumpee's laughter died down as they wrapped their arms around Caretaker, chuckling softly. "What's up with you all of a sudden?" 

Caretaker shook their head. "Nothing, Whumpee…nothing."

~

Prompt idea by @echoingalaxies

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sorry about the blood loss. do you uh. want it back *holds out my red dripping hands awkwardly*

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Whispering Wind

Unfocused eyes looking at the picture.

Whumper entered the basement today. This time with a photo album in hand. He looked happy and cheerful, while Whumpee just stared at him with a blank look. Sitting beside Whumpee and pulling them closer towards him, Whumper opened the photo album.

"Aww, I miss you when you are still new." Whumper said. Whumpee peered over his shoulder, staring at their picture. 

It was them, on their first day after being kidnapped. They looked so scared and helpless, knees pressed to their chest. Their fresh skin, without any scars or blood or bruises. Only tears were streaking down their faces at that time. How pathetic, they thought.

Whumper flipped open to the next page. This time it showing Whumpee with a collar wrapped around their neck. Whumper giggled,

"Oh, I still remember this time when you tried so hard to push me away because you don't want to wear this collar. Now, look at you. All pretty with it…" Whumper  gently caressed the tag that was attached to the collar, smiling fondly at the memory.

"Think we should get you a new one, yeah?"

Whumpee just nodded. What else could they do anyway? Whumper patted their head, trying to cheer them up a little. It's been a long time since Whumpee last spoke, they could barely remember their own voice anymore. 

Whumper turned to another page, leaning in closer to Whumpee to show them the picture. "Can you tell me what happened in this picture, Whumpee?"

Whumpee tried to gouge out the memory from their head. Oh, that's the day Whumper marked them with the branding stick, leaving an ugly symbol burned on their back. How could they ever forget that? 

"Are you still mad at me, Whumpee?" Whumper asked, eyes glinting with amusement. "Aww, don't be. It's not even that bad." He slapped Whumpee's back, making them flinch along with the pain.

Whumpee stayed silent, not daring to utter a word. They watched as Whumper turned over to another picture and this time their eyes widened a tad bit at the sight.

It's Caretaker. 

Whumpee turned their head away almost instantly. They bite their lips tightly, holding back tears that were threatening to fall. 

"Oh dear, it's not your fault…" Whumper said, pulling Whumpee into a hug and caressing their hair. Whumpee's fingers curled up tightly around Whumper's shirt, tears flowing down their face. It felt so wrong to cling on to him like this, but it was so…so soothing and comfortable.

"Shh…shh…hey, it's okay…" 

They still remembered how Whumper's hand gripped tightly around Caretaker's neck. How Whumper ordered them to whip Caretaker until they passed out…and how pressured and cornered Whumpee at that time that they accidentally killed Caretaker in the process. 

I'm sorry.

That's what Whumpee kept uttered for every lash they did on Caretaker's back. It still haunted them in their dreams. If only they had enough strength at that time, they would kill Whumper instead.

"Let's look at another picture then, hm?"

Whumpee nodded. They were still clinging tight to Whumper, sniffling as Whumper turned to another page. 

Whumper kept talking and talking and talking, all about their memories together. Whumpee's eyes started drooping low, they barely could register what Whumper was saying. They turned their head to the window, wondering what Whumper would cook for dinner as his voice fading into the background.

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Pause, Breathe and Proceed

"Why did you always do that?"

Whumper asked, genuinely curious about Whumpee that kept clicking their tongue for the past few minutes while staring at the wall. 

"It's called…stimming." Whumpee answered. They looked down at the floor, worried they might annoy Whumper from making that sound. 

Whumper pondered for a moment. He walked towards Whumpee and crouched down in front of them. "Stimming, huh?" He asked, rubbing his chin with his index finger.

Whumpee nodded. They closed their eyes, expecting the worse outcome when Whumper suddenly said,

"Do it again."

"...Huh?" 

Whumper smiled softly, "Do it again, it sounds soothing."

Whumpee stared at Whumper for a few seconds before clicking their tongue again. They felt slightly relieved that Whumper allowed them to do their thing when usually it came out as an annoyance to other people.

Whumper rested his chin on his knuckles, watching Whumpee with a tender look in his eyes. He started stroking their hair as the clicking sound gradually went down to a few decibels.

Whumper noticed this and chuckled softly, "Did I ask you to stop, little one? Keep doing it."

Whumpee wanted to protest but their hair was gripped tightly by Whumper. Slowly, the clicking sounds returned and Whumper loosened his grip as he smiled at Whumpee in approval.

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Content: Rescue, recovery, touch starvation.

"This isn't real."

Caretaker frowned. Whumpee had been so excited to see them just mere hours ago. Now, they sat curled up on the floor with a blanket wrapped around their shoulders, pressed up against the corner of the room in an attempt to escape them.

"What isn't real?"

"Everything," they breathed in response. "None of this is real. It- it can't be, right? I'm gonna wake up soon. I have to."

Tentatively, Caretaker took a few steps forward before crouching down in an attempt to appear less intimidating. They knew that trying to convince them that this was real would be impossible. So, they considered the next best option.

"What can I do to make you feel more comfortable, Whumpee?"

There was a short pause as the small being struggled to come up with a response. "Can I-" They cut themselves off with a sob. "Can I touch you? Please? I miss you so- so much."

Caretaker immediately sat down on the floor, ignoring the weight in their chest as they held out their arms for them. "Of course you can. I've missed you, too."

They almost couldn't bare to move as Whumpee reached out to touch the palm of their hand. It felt as though they were coaxing a frightened animal out of hiding.

As soon as they felt Caretaker's skin against their own, they let out another small sob and pulled their hand to their cheek. Every part of them trembled, as if frightened that it would all go away.

With a gentle smile, Caretaker held the side of Whumpee's face in their hand, stroking their cheek with their thumb as they held onto them. "See? I'm here, and I'm real. You're home."

"I'm ho-ome," they whispered, as if trying to convince themself of it. Then, without a second thought, they practically threw themselves into Caretaker's arms, pressing themself as close as they possible could. "I'm home."

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Moon Milk and Paper Stars

Whumper was sipping on his coffee, enjoying the calm evening in a cafe when a chair across from him was being pulled out and someone sat on it. It's Whumpee. Again. This time with a bouquet of flowers that eventually would be thrown away by Whumper. Just like the usual.

But Whumpee didn't seem to catch on that yet, that Whumper wasn't interested in them.

They were a nuisance to him. Kept coming back with chocolates, letters, and gifts. Whumper put his cup on the table, looking at Whumpee while letting out an exasperated sigh. Hoping that would be enough to shoo away the creature in front of him.

But it wasn't, and Whumper regretted not rolling his eyes at Whumpee while he still had the chance. 

"I have something to give you." Whumpee said giddily, eyes beaming with excitement. Whumper sighed again.

"Yeah, I can see that. "

Whumpee held out the bouquet on the air, fingers slightly touched with Whumper's as he took the flowers from them.

Heliotrope.

Oh, how sweet. Whumper chuckled in disbelief at whumpee's level of delusional. Did they really think they could be with him? 

"Do you like it?" Whumpee asked with a smile. They were hoping their tender gift could cheer Whumper up in some kind of way. Seeing him smile was enough for them.

"Oh, of course I like it. It's pretty and has deep meanings about it. Although I must ask, what's with the gifts and flowers? Could you perhaps wish for us to be more than just strangers?" 

Whumper asked, silently observing Whumpee's facial expression. They looked down on their lap, cheeks tinted red in embarrassment. "I…I do have to admit, I really hope we could be more than just strangers…if you don't mind…"

Whumper nodded in understanding. "Sure, I wouldn't mind being your friend if that's what you want."

Whumpee hesitated. They lifted their head to look at Whumper, "No…not just friends. I mean, like, maybe we could be…lovers?"

Whumper bursted out laughing at that. He covered his mouth with his hand as he laughed, eyes tearing up in amusement. Lovers? That's absurd. Totally absurd. What were they thinking when they said that?

"Oh no no no, you don't want to be my lover. " Whumper stated, still smiling and chuckling. Whumpee smiled reassuringly, leaning slightly on the table.

"I mean it…! I want to be your lover. You are a wonderful and kind person."

Oh no, now they looked at Whumper like he needed validation and encouragement to be more confident with himself. Whumper smirked, playing along as he sipped on his coffee.

 

"Is that so? Or is that just how you want to see me? I'm not easy to handle, you know?"

"I'm sure I can handle you just fine…! You just need to give me a chance to prove that…"

Whumper raised an eyebrow. "You sure, huh?" He sipped on his coffee again, finishing the last bit of liquid as he pondered in his head. "I could give you a chance if you want it…"

He narrowed his eyes at Whumpee. "But just that, don't expect more from me."

Whumpee nodded. "I promise."

~

"Give me your bag." Whumper ordered as they stood on the doorway at Whumper's house. Whumpee slightly taken aback in confusion but then they handed the bag to Whumper and entered the residence. 

The house was kept simple, not many decorations but still had its spark. Whumper had many dogs, all gathered in one room as they were eating. Meat specifically. Something felt off about it but Whumpee just brushed it away.

They walked straight to the bedroom. Whumpee entered hesitantly, not sure what to do even though they could already feel excitement swelling inside them. Whumper took off his jacket before running his fingers through his hair.

"Now, let's see if you are capable of pleasing me." Whumper turned around and faced Whumpee, eyes darken with sinister intent. 

"Get on your knees."

Whumpee blinked their eyes a few times. "...what?" 

"Don't make me say it again."

Whumper ordered. His tone of voice changed slightly. More dominant, more commanding. Whumpee swallowed hard, they weakened their knees and fell to the ground. They could feel their heart beating so fast when Whumper walked towards them, tipping their chin up slowly until their eyes looked directly on the ceiling before it got replaced with Whumper's eyes.

Whumpee had a hard time breathing in that position. They could feel a few strands of their hair being pushed to the back of their ears with gentle fingers. Whumper closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he exhaled softly.

"Open your mouth." 

Whumpee obeyed. They opened their mouth, feeling the pad of Whumper's thumbs brushed across the crown of their bottom teeth. It's so soothing, almost intimate when Whumper suddenly pushed his thumbs against Whumpee's teeth. 

Whumpee's eyes widened in shock. Pain registered in their mind as they grabbed Whumper's wrists almost instantly, trying to stop the pain. But Whumper didn't budge at all from his position. He kept pressing Whumpee's teeth, blood dripping down from their mouth to the floor. 

Whumpee's groans and whimpers were completely ignored by Whumper. He stopped putting the pressure when Whumpee's incisors fell out to the ground. Whumpee breathing heavily, looking up at Whumper in fear. They wanted to say something, to ask why, but they were just met with his cold and creepy smile.

"Having fun, Whumpee? Are you really sure you can handle me? Can you handle anything that is much worse than this?" 

Whumpee went speechless. Tears streaming down their face. They just wanted to be there for Whumper, to care and love him. Not…not whatever that's happening right now. 

"Do you know what I want, Whumpee?" Whumper asked. He walked towards Whumpee again and grabbed a fistful of their hair, leaning down to their height. He looked at Whumpee with narrowing eyes and spoke with his commanding voice.

"I don't want you to view me as a potential romantic partner. No, I don't want that. I want you to worship me with every single part of your being. Your body belongs to me. I own you."

Whumpee whimpered softly. Their fingers trembling like mad. They realised it now, how wrong they were to try to fix someone like Whumper. 

"Oh, darling, don't leave me hanging like this, hm?" Whumper chuckled softly as he released Whumpee's hair before moving to grab their chin instead. Whumpee stammered as they made eye contact with Whumper.

"I-I truly love you. I just want to help you…w-why can't you just let me…?"

Whumper's eyes softened. He stroked Whumpee's hair gently. "Oh, Whumpee…it's not your fault if a weak and pathetic creature like you would be attracted to a predator like me. That's just how it should be."

"But that's also why you need to know your place, to embrace your nature and submit to me…rather than defying the law…" Whumper stood up again, looking down at Whumpee.

"Now be a good slave and kiss my feet."

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i adore this blog so much like i spent 90% of my time scrolling and reading your gorgeously beautiful writing

Wha—

I literally just thought about quitting but hey, I guess you would be the reason for me to write more stories then

<333

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Darling Fool

"Oh, God…" Whumpee silently muttered. Their left ankle was bruised and slightly bleeding. Their bare feet touched the rough surface of the road. They didn't have any jackets, so Whumpee hugged themselves to provide some heat for the cold weather.

But it's all worth it! They would meet Caretaker soon. Caretaker must be proud of them for finally escaping from Whumper. They couldn't wait for the warm blanket, a loving hug from Caretaker, and to sleep in their bed again.

"Huff…huff…" Whumpee leaned on the wall nearby, eyes blurry and heavy. They haven't eaten since they escaped from Whumper. The feeling of hunger slowly got to them. They could smell the delicious aroma of food from the restaurant. The sight made them drooled a little.

Whumpee continued walking. They ignored the weird and judgemental look people glance at them. Their shirt was stained with blood, their hair was messy, knees bleeding. They looked more like a homeless person rather than someone who needed help. 

Their eyes perked up when they saw a public restroom. They made their way to the place and looked at their reflection in the mirror. God, they looked awful. Caretaker must be scared to see them like this. Whumpee washed their face, cleaning the dirt and stain on their shirt and skin.

They tried to smile too. It felt awkward at first, given how long it had been since they got kidnapped by Whumper. They hoped they could make the prettiest smile for Caretaker. 

Whumpee walked out of the public restroom and continued their way to their house. A few people offered them a ride, but they refused in fear of being taken again. Half an hour passed, Whumpee finally arrived at their house. Excitement building inside them as they took a deep breath and knocked the door three times.

…

Nobody answered. Whumpee knocked again, this time they pressed the doorbell. They waited and waited but nobody came out. Anxiety rushed through them. They knocked a little louder and faster, enough to make the people inside the house feel annoyed with the infuriating sound.

They kept knocking until finally the door opened and Caretaker appeared from behind. Whumpee's eyes perked up at Caretaker, they nearly hugged them out of happiness but stopped themselves from doing so. Caretaker looked at Whumpee with a frown on their face. 

"Do I…know you?"

Caretaker asked. Whumpee's face went pale when they realised Caretaker didn't recognise them. Did they look…that different?

"It's…it's me…Whumpee…" Whumpee said, they tried to move closer to Caretaker but Caretaker backed away, their index finger covering their nose. Whumpee immediately stopped walking at the action, feeling embarrassment washed over them. 

"Sorry, I don't think you are the person I'm looking for." Caretaker said as they slowly went inside again when Whumpee grabbed their wrist, resulting in Caretaker slapped their face.

"Don't touch me, you creep!" 

"Caretaker, it's me! Please! Don't do this to me!" Whumpee pleaded, ignoring the sting feeling on their cheek. They kept clinging to Caretaker but they just pushed them away. Whumpee hugged Caretaker by their waist, holding them tight as tears watering in their eyes. 

"Please, please remember me! I'm Whumpee!" 

Caretaker sighed in frustration. They looked at Whumpee with a cold gaze. "Nice acting. But just so you know, there's already a few people who pretended to be my Whumpee just to get the money I offer from the missing poster."

"But I'm the real one! I'm not lying!" Whumpee showed their smile to Caretaker, tears rolled down on their cheeks. "Look at me, Caretaker! Don't you remember my smile?" Whumpee asked hopefully. Their smile faded when Caretaker pulled out their wallet and held out a few dollars to them.

"Take this, if you are that desperate for money." 

Whumpee pulled away from Caretaker. They swallowed hard as they took in the reality they were facing. Caretaker sighed as Whumpee stayed still like a rock, they put the money on the ground before going inside and closed the door. Whumpee bit their bottom lip, holding the tears in as they watched the money scattered around their bare feet.

They walked away from Caretaker's house, leaving the money untouched. 

~

"Oh, dear…" Whumper said, as they looked down at Whumpee. Whumpee was laying down on the street, hugging themselves tightly to fight the cold. They looked hazy and dazed, probably from starvation. Whumper sighed softly. They crouched down in front of Whumpee and stroked their hair.

"I told you, nobody cares about you anymore except me. Why do you need to be so stubborn, hm?" 

Whumper lifted Whumpee in bridal style, carried them gently as they walked to their car. 

"I will give you a warm blanket and a hot shower once we get home. Okay?"

Whumpee nodded, resting their head against Whumper's chest. Whumper rubbed their cheeks, frowning in concern. 

"They hit you?"

Whumpee didn't answer, they just started crying again. "Hey…hey…shh…don't cry, I'm here with you now." Whumper held them tightly, trying to comfort them as much as they could.

"C-caretaker doesn't remember me anymore…t-they gave me money, b-but I don't want that…!" 

"Shh…I know, I know." Whumper looked at Whumpee sympathetically. "Let's take care of your empty stomach first, okay?"

Whumpee nodded, "Okay…"

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Blood Orange Liqueur

TW : Cannibalism

Whumpee shut his eyes closed. He was given a luxury to sleep on the bed today, Whumper's bed. It's the first time since he was held captive. He hoped he would fall asleep before Whumper returned from his night shower. 

It must be a hassle for Whumper to wash off Whumpee's blood from his shirt. He never said or complained anything about it, but somehow Whumpee felt bad for staining his clothes. If only Whumpee stop moving or struggling so much then the blood won't be splattered everywhere. 

But, the more the blood spilled from Whumpee's skin, the closer Whumper got to him. Doesn't he feel disgust with Whumpee? What's so special about him anyway? He had been nothing but a nuisance to Whumper. What's to love about him?

Whumpee flinched a little at the sound of a door closing. He stayed in his sleep position, pretending to sleep. He could make out some of Whumper's movement from the sound. Whumper was searching for his pyjamas in the closet. Whumpee never saw Whumper's shirtless body before, he tried to peek a little out of curiosity.

As soon as he opened his eyes a little, Whumper was looking directly at him. Whumpee froze on the spot. He watched as Whumper still holding the pyjamas in hands, raising an eyebrow at him. Whumpee closed his eyes back, embarrassment washed over him when he heard Whumper's quiet chuckle.

Not long after that, Whumpee could feel the slight movement on the bed as Whumper laid down beside him. They were close, but not close enough to feel each other's body heat. Whumpee could sense Whumper's gaze on him. Observing his little movement. How his chest rose up and down as he's breathing. And how his fingers curled up tightly on the bedsheet.

It's unsettling, at least for Whumpee. His skin crawled at the feeling of Whumper's eyes trailing over his body. He flinched when Whumper's fingers carding through his hair. The touch felt almost soothing, enough for Whumpee to let his guard down even for a moment.

"I want to eat you."

Whumpee's eyes opened wide at the sentence. Whumper pulled his hand away from Whumpee as he looked at him tenderly. They locked eye contact with each other for a few seconds, before Whumpee let out a breathless sound.

"W-what…?" 

Whumper smiled, pushing a strand of hair behind Whumpee's ear. He could see the fear in the little one's eyes, but he made no effort to lessen the feeling.

"I said, I want to eat you. I want to keep you as a part of me, forever."

Whumpee could feel his stomach turned from that sentence alone. He was left speechless, the thought of being eaten by Whumper made him shudder. He could already feel his limbs being cut off one after another. 

"It's an act of love." Whumper continued. "You only eat something that you love. I want to consume every part of you, wanna feel your meat stuck between my teeth. I want to honour your death by eating you."

"I-I don't want to be killed! I don't want to die!" Whumpee pleaded. His eyes watering with tears. Whumper cupped his cheeks, wiping the tears with his thumbs. He smiled reassuringly at him.

"I know. I know it's scary. I will be gentle with your organs, I will make it a painless death for you."

"N-no…please…don't kill me."

Whumper pulled him into a hug, caressing his hair while rocking his body back and forth. "Shh…just trust me on this, okay? You won't die, we will be together forever. I love you, don't you love me too?"

Whumpee was hit by a sudden realisation. He let out a shaky breath, curling his fingers around Whumper's shirt. Did he…love him? In what way? In a way he would always be loyal and caring for him. That he would never escape, given the chance.

Was that it?

"Please, please, please…" Whumpee kept pleading, begging for an ounce of mercy from Whumper. His tears soaking Whumper's shirt wet as Whumper continued stroking his hair and lulling him to sleep, hoping he would calm down anytime soon.

~

It's a cold morning. Whumpee woke up alone in the bed, rubbing his eyes groggily as he tried to sit up. He felt lighter than usual. Whumpee raised an eyebrow, what was—

"Good morning, Whumpee." Whumper walked in the room, holding a plate with two sandwiches on it. He sat beside Whumpee on the bed, smiling softly. 

"Let's have breakfast together, yeah?"

Whumper grabbed Whumpee's hands and guided him to hold the sandwich. Whumpee swallowed hard, his eyes squinted at the middle part of the sandwich.

"What's in it…?" 

Whumpee asked cautiously. He watched as Whumper took the first bite and smiled creepily at him. 

"Your legs."

Whumper said, pulling the blanket off of Whumpee and revealing the bandages on the upper part of Whumpee's thighs. Whumpee breath came to a halt. His face went pale as tears streamed down his face. He looked at Whumper, eyes full of betrayal.

"How could you…?" 

Whumpee asked with a broken voice. Whumper just chuckled, "Stop being so dramatic. You should be glad I don't kill you right away. Let's start from your legs, hm?"

Whumper moved closer to Whumpee and stuffed the sandwich inside Whumpee's mouth, he kept doing it until Whumpee's crying was muffled and only the sound of his whimpering filled the air.

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Dark Room Ettiquette - Robin Roe

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An act of mortal love

"Whumpee, where do you want to go?" Caretaker asked, looking worried as they grabbed Whumpee's shoulders. Whumpee smiled reassuringly.

"I think I want to start working. I don't want to be a burden to you."

Caretaker frowned, "What? No, Whumpee…! You are not a burden. Not in a million years." Caretaker said, cupping Whumpee's cheeks gently with their hands. Whumpee leaned to the touch, sighing softly as they locked their gaze with Caretaker.

"It's okay, I won't be long. Plus, I can't hide myself forever in this house. Gotta get a job and be a responsible adult, right?" 

"Yes, but…" Caretaker swallowed hard. They didn't want to lose Whumpee again, not after what happened to them with Whumper. They just wanted to protect them. 

Caretaker guided Whumpee to the couch. They turned to face them, hoping they would understand. "I think it's too dangerous for you to be outside…what if someone kidnaps you again? What if that person is Whumper? Nobody knows what he would—"

Whumpee squeezed Caretaker's hand, silencing them. They shuddered at the thought that Whumper might spot them somewhere and take them again. But they also wanted some distraction to get whatever happened to them off of their mind. They were tired of the constant nightmares about Whumper. Looking at the medicines and bandages that Caretaker provided to them only reminded them of their ugly scars and bruises. 

"Listen, I promise I will take care of myself and come back in one piece. Don't worry about me, okay?" 

"But—"

"Please, Caretaker? Trust me?" 

Caretaker sighed, they pondered for a moment before saying, "At least let me make you your favourite drink before you go." 

Whumpee nodded, smiling gently. They watched as Caretaker walked to the kitchen before leaning back on the couch and read the newspaper on the coffee table. 

A few minutes after that, Caretaker returned with a hot chocolate in hands. Whumpee beamed up at the sight, they took the mug from Caretaker and slowly sipped on the drink. Caretaker patted their head, letting them finish the rest of the sweet drink.

Whumpee's eyes were drooping low, their vision foggy and drowsy. They immediately put the mug on the table, squeezing their eyes shut before Caretaker pulled their head against their chest.

"Caretaker…w-why…?" Whumpee asked weakly. Caretaker looked at their half lidded-gaze as they cupped Whumpee's face.

 

"Shh…this is for your own good."

 

"Wha…n-no…no…" 

Whumpee tried to pull away from Caretaker's embrace but they tightened their grasp. "Shh…shh…Just relax…let it go, Whumpee. Don't fight it."

"Caretaker…please…!" 

Whumpee's desperate voice broke Caretaker's heart. But still, they secured them in one place, not allowing them to move. Whumpee kept struggling in futile until they finally drifted off to their slumber.

~

Caretaker smiled softly at the sight of Whumpee's sleeping form. They caressed their hair gently, observing every soft breath that entered and exited from Whumpee. They pulled the blanket up before kissing Whumpee's forehead tenderly.

A feeling of guilt suddenly washed over them as they looked at Whumpee's peaceful expression. The poor thing just wanted to communicate again with the outside world, but Caretaker just had to drug them to prevent that. Not again, they thought. They couldn't bear the thought of losing their precious one again. 

"Sleep tight, Whumpee." 

Caretaker whispered softly as they turned off the light and closed the door before locking it shut.

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Puddles

You open your eyes and realise how heavy your heart feels. Head pounding like crazy, limbs restrained to one spot. Your breath comes to a halt when a solid metal thing rests right inside your mouth. You can't utter a word, your eyes burning like it hasn't been closed for weeks.

The surrounding feels awfully familiar. You always imagine it, in those messed up fanfictions. A cold, dark basement. Blood stained on the walls. You can almost hear the agony screams, echoing in the back of your mind. Is it yours? Maybe, nobody knows. Maybe Whumper knew it. Maybe he will tell you if you ask him nicely. 

"Tell you what?"

Whumper asks. You cocked your head to the side, since when he is here? Did he listen to your thoughts all along? That's rude. He should ask for permission to enter your mind. But well, he's Whumper after all. What do you expect from him, really?

Whumper has no sense of personal bounda—

"Haven't seen you for a long time, where did you go?" Ah, he's squeezing your cheeks. See? He touches you whenever he wants. He crouches down in front of your vulnerable form, his hand moves to another part of your body. 

You can feel a slight squeeze on your tummy. He chuckles, he gives you a teasing smile. "Skipping workout days?" 

Yeah, maybe. It's been a rough week. It's not like you have a terrified grown man chained up in your basement like him. Would you stop that? You wanna say that to him, seeing him still playing and squeezing your tummy. His face looks so childish and innocent you wonder if he really has a corrupted mind. 

Looking at your expression makes him laugh softly. "Sorry, you have a cute belly."

Whumper stands up and walks to the metal table, examining the torture tools. He's humming, his voice is weirdly soothing to your ears. "Running away from reality again, hm?" 

Of course you are. You feel numb, you can't even get yourself to brush your teeth. Everyday feels the same. Time seems like it stops moving, someone took away the pleasure of being young from you. You can't—

"I'm not a mind reader, you know?" 

He's not? Well, at least he could take the gag off. That way, you can speak to him. Whumper shakes his head in amusement. 

"No no no, you look cuter like this."

Oh really now? You sigh. He's so unpredictable sometimes. You watch as Whumper clean his blade, his sharp eyes glinting in excitement. Maybe it's his favourite knife, maybe it's the one he likes to press down on your skin. 

"Do you like it here?" 

Probably not.

"But it's better, right?" 

…Yeah, it's better like this. 

Whumper walks towards you again, holding the knife in one hand while the other caresses your soft, bloody hair. You feel safe, even for a moment. Outside it's pouring, inside your emotions are leaking. Whumper tip your chin up so you would look at his eyes. Before the knife could touch your skin he asks,

"Do you ever wish you could completely forget how to breathe?"

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Into Your Bloodstream

"I-it's hurt…"

Whumpee said, eyes blazing with tears. Whumper crouched down in front of him, with a pen and paper in his hands.

"Mhm…mhm…anything else you want to add, dove?"

Whumpee sniffled, his lips trembling.

"I-it's burning and…I-I feel like being pricked by thousands of needles…"

Whumper pondered for a moment. He continued writing, a slight smile on his face. "And which part hurt the most, Love? Which part is it?"

"W-when you pressed the branding stick…o-on my back…and..and twisted it against my skin…"

Whumper smirked, "Mhm…I did twist it a little. I thought you might like it if I did that."

Whumper walked around Whumpee, looking down at the symbol of his ownership. His eyes were glinting with excitement as he traced the fresh burning scar. Whumpee winced in pain at the contact, panting slightly.

"It's beautiful isn't it, Love? You look much more prettier like this…when you are mine."

Whumper leaned down and pressed his cheek on the mark, sighing softly while Whumpee screamed in agony. Whumper kept the innocent smile on his face, drawing circular motions on Whumpee's skin with his finger.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Please st—"

Another scream, even more louder this time. The chain around Whumpee's wrists rattled against each other as Whumper licked  Whumpee's branded skin. Trailing his tongue and saliva across the initial. 

The sounds of Whumpee's whimpers and the shiver that ran down his spine made Whumper gloated at the sight. He leaned behind Whumpee's ear, resting his chin on his shoulder as he's whispering, 

"You are mine now, Whumpee. All mine."

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Everything you write is just delicious 🫶🫶 I love the way your brain works

I couldn't stop smiling the moment I read this...

Thank you! <333

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Burnt matches

Whumpee  stirred open in his sleep. He blinked his eyes a few times as he sat up and looked at the person across the room. It's not Whumper this time…it's…

Whumpee 2!

Chained up, wearing a white shirt with eyes staring into space. The guy looked more like a ghost than a person. His shirt even had a blood stain…much more worse than Whumpee. Whumpee frowned, confused at his friend's state. Whumper separated them for the past few weeks and he never expected that they would meet like this. It's like seeing a different person now.

"Um, hello…dude?" 

Whumpee's voice echoing through the dark basement. Whumpee 2 just stayed silent, not even daring to move. What was he even scared about? It's not like Whumper is here. Whumpee moved the chain around his wrist, he tried to emit some sound to catch the guy's attention. But just like before, that creature just glued to the floor. 

Whumpee gave up. He leaned his head on the wall, closing his eyes. After that he heard the sound of the door being unlocked and opened by Whumper. Whumpee opened his eyes and to his surprise, Whumpee 2 crawled up and hugged Whumper's leg. He frowned, immediately annoyed while Whumper just smirked down at the guy and ruffled his hair affectionately.

Just like how you treat an obedient dog.

Whumper chuckled upon seeing the frustrated look on Whumpee's face. "Aww, are you jealous that I'm being all loving with him rather than you? Maybe you should just submit to me…you will get all the attention too."

Whumper leaned down and stroked the guy's cheek gently. Whumpee looked at them in disgust as Whumper kissed the guy's forehead and squeezed his throat playfully. 

So pathetic, letting someone treat you like that. 

Whumpee swore to his life that he would never break because of someone like Whumper. He would stay strong until Caretaker came and saved him. That's his promise to her. But seeing Whumpee 2 like this broke his heart, what would Caretaker say if she saw him in that condition?

"What did you do to him? What did you do that made him change?" Whumpee asked, with a slight hint of anger in his voice.

Whumper hummed, "Oh, nothing much. Just touch him here and there…you know?"

Whumpee huffed out a sigh, "Touch him with what?"

Whumper squeezed Whumpee 2's cheeks, "With the whip, hammer, shock collar…oh, and a loving touch from me. He takes it like the good boy he is."

Whumpee swallowed hard, Whumper never hurt him using those things before. He only got a few cuts on his body, Whumper drowned him once, and a few kicks and punches every time he made a ruckus. 

"Oh, don't be so surprised that I treated you much better than him. He's the one who offered to take your punishments for you." Whumper said, looking down at Whumpee 2 with a smirk. 

"And now, look at him. He's just a broken doll now, only exists to please me. His dear master."

Whumpee too stunned to make any snarky remarks like always. His eyes glued to his friend. Whumper's right, he's nothing more than a lifeless body. He wanted to yell at Whumper for being the reason he lost his friend forever, but nothing came out of his mouth.

Whumper snickered as he walked out of the basement, locking the door before leaving the two alone. Whumpee looked at Whumpee 2 with his eyes full of…betrayal?

They locked eye contact with each other and Whumpee couldn't help but feel tears burning in his eyes. That's not Whumpee 2, he's a different person now. He used to be so annoying, so cheerful, always encouraging Whumpee to do stupid things. He's also the one who used to get mad at Whumpee when he nearly gave up until that asshole separated them two.

"Whumpee 2…" Whumpee started. "Why? Why did you took my punishments for me? Do you think I'm that weak?" 

Whumpee 2 just stayed silent. He opened his mouth slightly before closing them again. His gaze fell to the ground, not having enough strength to look at Whumpee. But Whumpee ended up feeling more anger towards him. Tears streamed down his face.

"Answer me you idiot! Who asked you to do that for me?! Why are you always like this? Always think about other people rather than yourself! Do you think I would be happy seeing you like this, huh?!"

Whumpee 2 still didn't move nor say anything. Whumpee wanted to yell at him again when he saw a tear rolled down his face. Whumpee could feel his heart shattered at the sight. He pushed his knees to his chest and buried his face on it. 

"Dummy…" Whumpee muttered with a broken voice.

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Whump Idea

Yes I know this is my first time posting whump (or really posting on this acc) but I had an idea!

A Whumpee who loves colors, rainbows 🌈

And a whumper who wears different colors depending on how they’re going to torture Whumpee that day.

Red means whumper is going to cut Whumpee

Orange means fire

Yellow means electricity

Green means they’re going to be drugged

Blue means waterboarding/ water torture

Purple means they’re going to be tied in uncomfortable positions (leaving purple bruises where they’ve been tied) and left all day.

Pink is Whumper’s favorite, it means they’re mixing a bit of multiple.

Black is Whumpee’s favorite. It means Whumper is ignoring them that day. Sure it also means no food or water, but that’s surely better than having Whumper’s attention.

Grey means Whumper is feeling nice, and they’re going to cuddle.

Whumper never wears white, that’s for Whumpee to wear so Whumper can see all their blood and scars beneath the fabric.

Just imagine the recovery for Whumpee after all this, someone who once loved having every color in their room needing everything to be black or white. Panicking when they see colors they used to love. Going outside is a nightmare.

How is Caretaker going to get rid of this kind of conditioning?