"You're so cute when you cry"

Frantically shaking their head while muttering, “no, no, no, no-” but it’s pointless. They start to thrash, but whumper pays them no mind, easily holding them down as they slowly start to thrust again.

Or:

“Shh. You’re okay.”

“You’re doing so good, whumpee.”

“So good to me. Just like that.”

The intimacy!

Whumpee being restrained so tightly they can't really sleep! Whumper tossing and turning waking whumpee up all night long!

Whumpee barely daring to breathe as they remembered the last time they woke whumper up!

Whumpee finding themself curl into whumpers warmth and allowing whumper to hold them tight!

Whumper silent message to whumpee "you couldn't hurt me" as they leave themself vulnerable to any attacks!

Whumpee being vulnerable to any attacks, whumper could randomly just stab whumpee in their sleep, then tell whumpee to go back to sleep!

The only response Whumpee could muster was a shaky whimper, feeling tears sting their eyes as they were forced to focus on Whumper’s breathing. It was like pure instinct now, a fixed routine. Instead of normally resisting and fighting back. Accepting the comfort was easier than being punished. And the praise sent shivers of warmth through Whumpee’s chest no matter how much they wanted to ignore it. No matter how disgusted they felt.

“F-Fuck…It hurts.” Whumpee groaned, head leaning into Whumper’s chest and feeling their soft touch. A gentle hand combing through their hair that was capable of bruising, whipping, and choking them to death until they begged for mercy.

“shhh, it’s okay. it’s not going to hurt. i’m being gentle. see? it doesn’t hurt.”

“you can take it. you’re strong. i know you can handle this.”

“i know it hurts but you’re being so brave for me.”

“it’ll be over soon. you’re going to make it through this. it’ll stop soon. not yet, but soon.”

“it’s okay, you can cry. you’re allowed to cry. i know you hate this. you’re supposed to hate this.”

“don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone.”

“i know this is scary, i know you don’t want it. you don’t have to want it, you just have to take it.”

“relax, you’re too tight, if you relax it won’t hurt so much. here, let me make you feel good, that’ll help… there you go. there. good. doesn’t that feel better?”

“I just want to sleep,” Whumpee begged weakly, “is that so much to ask?” They sat on the floor, barely able to keep themself propped up, feeble from both malnutrition and exhaustion. Their body was covered in bruises which Whumper found beautiful.

“Of course you can sleep,” whumper replied, “so long as you do so next to me.”

“That was a lot to handle, wasn’t it?”

Whumpee is panting, entire body trembling, and doesn’t answer.

“Would you like me to stop now?”

“Y-yes,” Whumpee says through gritted teeth. “I - I can’t - please just stop.”

specifying intimate whumper really sent my mind spinning here so here’s some specific thoughts inspired by that

whumper crowded close behind whumpee while forcing the rag over their face, almost like an embrace. cradling them.

whumper hushing whumpee while they’re fighting to stay conscious. murmuring to them quietly, gently. comforting them.

physically comforting whumpee while drugging them: stroking their hair, rocking them, rubbing their side or shoulder.

Whumpee trying hard to not freak out, but the second it's on they feel panicked, trapped, it's too tight-