Don't Hurt Me (Drabble)

Don't hurt me (Drabble)

A very random drabble I wrote at 2 am. Sorry if the writing isn't the best! ^^'

cw: whumper turned caretaker, mentions of knives and torture, feverish whumpee, infected wound

Whumper walked into Whumpee's cell as it had become routine for the both of them. Just like every other morning since Whumpee's capture, Whumper readied their blades, prepared for the daily torture session. Except that morning something was different. Whumpee hadn't looked up at their captor with those pleading and tired eyes as Whumper was used to witness. They didn't jerk away from the person in front of them, desperately trying to melt through the cold, brick wall to no avail. Actually, Whumpee hadn't even moved an inch from their original spot since Whumper had arrived. If they had to be completely honest, Whumper would've admitted that they didn't even notice Whumpee's chest rise and fall with every scared breath they took that day...

They were still breathing, right?

Whumper stepped closer to Whumpee, who was still immobile. With their left arm Whumper pulled Whumpee's head up, but when they grabbed their hair, Whumper noticed something: their face was so warm.

Whumpee wasn't responding, their eyes were closed, and it didn't seem as if they would be opening any time soon. They were weak and could barely breathe in a little bit of oxygen every once in a while. Whumper noticed a dark crimson stain on Whumpee's left side. They used their knife, not to slice into Whumpee's skin until they were awake, rather, to cut their shirt and see what was wrong. And for sure, there was a deep wound in Whumpee's side, one that Whumper themselves had made the morning prior. But maybe they had cut a little bit too deep this time...

The wound was infected, and hadn't healed at all, it was still oozing out blood, despite Whumpee's desperate attempts to stop the bleeding with some spare dirty cloth. On top of that, their whole body was burning up. This was more serious than a simple fever, Whumper knew. They also knew that if they didn't act fast, Whumpee would die. Which was something they didn't want. No, something they didn't allow. Whumpee was their property, they couldn't die just like that without Whumper's permission.

Whumper dragged Whumpee out of their cold cell, and brought them to another, more comforting room. They disinfected a washcloth and started cleaning the wound from all the dirt, puss and dried up blood. The wound looked truly terrible, and the cleaning process couldn't be considered exactly pain free... Yet Whumpee was still not moving.

After a while of cleaning and disinfecting, Whumper finally finished bandaging up the wound. Still no reaction from Whumpee. By that point, Whumper began feeling nervous. It wasn't about not being allowed to die anymore, it was about them not dying. They put a cold washcloth over their forehead, and Whumpee's face relaxed in a relieved expression, finally Whumper had earned a reaction. After a while, they changed the washcloth with a colder one and as they were doing so, Whumpee leaned slightly into their cold touch.

"P-please... D... Don't h-hurt me... "

Pet names to use instead of "Darling,"

Got tired of always using either "kitten" or "darling" so I came up with some more and decided to share ♡

Doll

Sugar

Dear

Honey

Kitten

Peanut

Sugarplum

Teacup

Boo

Love

Sunshine

Button

Perfect

Good lookin'

Romeo

Buttercup

Gorgeous/Handsome

Angel

Pumpkin

Cupcake

Sweetheart

Eye candy

Fruit cake

Muffin

Jelly bean

Dragonfly

Mouse

Cherry Blossom

Firefly

Sweet Cheeks

Dream Boat

Bumble bee

Butterfly

Lady Bug

Casanova

Shutterbug

Monkey

Chipmunk

Chickadee

Sparrow

Bunny

Buttercream

Kit-kat

Honeybun

Cinnamon bun

Sweetie Pie

Puppy

Pussy Cat

Dearie

Gum Drop

Princess/Prince

Lollipop

Bear Cub

Teddy Bear

Robin

Pancake

Bluejay

Dove

Starlight

Dew Drop

Cuddle bug

ATTENTION!

Dash is kinda dead so...

Whump Blogs Active 8/'21, please interact with this post so I can follow!!!

I have realized something today. Something I really didn’t expect.

It’s fairly easy for me to write Whumper related things. Lines, prompts, etc. I know why now. Not because I am the Whumper.

No no.

I want someone to say those words to me. Whispering it in my ear. Hurt me????

I fucking am the Whumpee asdfghjkl.

Yes, I am in dire need of Jesus right now.

4/17 whump prompts *5 sentences* “Now, now pet, behave,” Oliver said, his fingers dug into the vampire’s back as his cohorts milked the vampire of his venom.

CW: Mouth whump, restrained, captivity, pet whump, creepy whumper, intimate whumper

"Now, behave," Oliver said, his voice somewhere between a growl and a purr, his fingers digging like knives into the vampire's shoulders to hold him still.

The vampire boy whimpered, weakly, pink-tinged tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, staining the whites around his green irises, wide open with fear.

He couldn't stop himself from struggling against the cuffs that held his wrists behind his back, he had to do something, to move in some way. The metal ring forced between his teeth kept his mouth open so wide his jaw was nearly cracking, and if he'd had to breathe to live, it would have been difficult to do so comfortably.

Luckily, he was already dead.

Oliver's other hand found its way into his hair, petting gently, a jarring comparison to the violence of his grip.

The man in front of him leaned over, placing a small dish into his open mouth, angled so the lip of one side caught on his bottom teeth and held there. Then he took a small tool like a q-tip and tipped the vampire's chin up, getting a better look with a little flashlight.

"There we go. I see the glands. Hold him."

Oliver's fingers twisted into coppery hair and held fast.

The tool pressed into the venom gland just behind his fangs and the vampire's whimper turned to a whine and then to a high shriek of pain and discomfort, trying to whip his head from side to side, but he was held too tightly to do more than jerk a little, here and there.

The pain was blinding.

His vision went white, as if staring directly into a heatless sun, and he screamed. Pain sparked in the glands and went straight to his brain, down his spine, to the tips of his toes.

His back arched in a perfect bow. He couldn't feel the ache in his scalp from Sir's hands because the pain of everything else simply overwhelmed it.

Finally, the tool finished prodding first one gland and then the other, the little dish was full to brimming of venom, and the man pulled back and away. He poured the venom into a container that he sealed carefully and labeled.

The vampire boy's sobs, muffled and distorted by his forced-open mouth, filled the room.

"There we go, darlin', all done..." Oliver murmured against his ear, his thumb rubbing at the back of the boy's shoulder as if in comfort. "That wasn't so bad, now was it, lovely?"

The vampire shuddered, and sobbed, and Oliver listened to him and gave a soft, affectionate little laugh.

Then he looked up. "Pull his fangs while we've got him open."

The vampire began to struggle again, desperate and mindless, and Oliver's laugh was louder than the sound of the vampire's fear.