🌬️Whumpee

CW: intimate whumper, noncon touch, noncon kisses, creepy whumper idk what else

It was about midnight when Whumper entered Whumpee's cell. The moonlight peeked through the window, making Whumper's skin seem to glow in an ethereal light. Their eyes glinted with sadistic triumph, and they knelt by Whumpee's glorified bed- a pile of blankets on the floor- crooking their finger in the universal 'come here' gesture.

"Whumpee..." Whumper whispered, as Whumpee groggily lifted their head. "Get up....come on..."

Whumpee didn't move, nor did they have to, as Whumper's cold hands wrapped around their tiny wrists, pulling them close. They allowed themselves to be dragged to the back door, allowed Whumper to lazily throw a sweater over their shoulders, bundling them up. They only made a meek sound of sleepy protest when Whumper pinched their cheek affectionately.

"Adorable." They cooed, and hurried them out to the back yard.

Whumpee blinked slowly, still groggy from the sudden wake up. They wondered what Whumper had planned, what they were going to do....But that's when they looked up.

The stars.

They were magnificent, twinkling, a tapestry of little lights over their heads. They couldn't help but stare, admiring them.

Whumper laughed, and gently forced Whumpee to sit on the grass. "Aren't they pretty?" They whispered into Whumpee's ear. Whumpee nodded, then yelped in surprise as Whumper yanked them close, pulling them onto their lap. Still ....they didn't protest, the fight beaten out of them a long time ago. They let Whumper guide their hands to wherever they wanted whumpee to hold them, touch them, allowing whumper to play around with their pliant body. Tonight, Whumper let Whumpee's hands nestle right against their chest, so they could feel their heartbeat through their fingertips. The spiteful part of Whumpee wanted to laugh...it was almost shocking to find out Whumper had a heart. Whumper let them relax, let them admire the night sky again....and Whumpee found themselves growing calm. Lethargic.

They were so lost in their thoughts, still awe-struck by the night sky, that they didn't expect it when Whumper nipped at their ear, soothing the sting with their tongue, making Whumpee shudder. Their hands tightened their grip on Whumper's shirt, almost as if that would ground them properly. It didn't.

"Shhhhh..." Whumper hushed, kissing the delicate spot behind their ear. "Don't you fuss....let me taste what's mine." Their lips traced their way to their jaw, pressing against Whumpee's skin. Whumpee whimpered at the sensation, now trying harder to pull away, but they were trapped in Whumper's arms...and there was no getting free.

"Shhhh...." Whumper said again, their kisses getting more desperate as they worked their way down to the neck. "Hold still... that's it...give me more..." They nibbled Whumpee's skin a little, kissed the bite marks, enjoying how Whumpee squirmed. "Like all the other lovey-dovey couples out there.. sharing a moment under the starry sky." They continued to kiss and suckle on Whumpee's skin.

They're held captive and exhausted from torture, hardly able to see straight, chastising themself for merely fantasizing about freedom instead of working on their escape plan.

They're sprawled out, breathing heavy and trying to get their bearings after the whump. They need to go fetch their first aid kit but they spend a few precious, guilt-ridden minutes bleeding and feeling sorry for themself.

Their first thought when they see whumper is no, please, not now! I have too much to do!

They flit around the house as their bandages grow steadily redder: a ticking time bomb that only further delights the one who hurt them in the first place.

Then, worst of all, they're bound and gagged, growing more anxious with the second as their inability to get anything done gnaws away at their sanity.

“They’ll kill us…” “I know.”

“We can’t keep doing this.” “I know. But I don’t know how to stop.”

“This is going to get is both killed.”

“We have to go. They know, we have to go right now.” “What? What are you talking about?” “They know! About us! They know!”

“What if we left? Maybe somewhere else we could just… be.”

“Isn’t this thrilling?” “And absolutely moronic? It really is.”

“We don’t owe anyone an explanation.”

“Relax, no one saw me.” “How can you be sure?”

“Is all this worth it?” “You mean being with you? Because for me, it absolutely is.”

they take a step towards whumpee, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. whumpee seems to freeze for a second, the line of their posture tense and coiled— an attempt to shrink within oneself, bracing for something and hiding from something alike.

caretaker gently pulls the sweater over whumpee's head, guiding their stick-thin arms into the soft fabric as whumpee stays still and quiet throughout the process, looking at them with huge, unblinking eyes.

"there," caretaker says, gently patting whumpee on their arms as they step away. "better?"

whumpee blinks. a weak protest, "you need that," as they fidget with the sleeves. they can't bring themself to remove it. it's soft and filled with cartaker's warmth.

caretaker shakes their head, carding their fingers through whumpee's hair in an attempt to straighten it back.

"Hey! Come on, there's no need for that!"

Caretaker sees them wearing themselves out and reproaches them for being unreasonable. Instead of brushing it off and saying that they’re fine, whumpee sighs and looks up with a bitter smile.

They remind caretaker that nobody else can manage what they’re doing. They are the only one who is competent enough, and caretaker knows it. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give for a day of rest, whumpee says, but I can’t do it.