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... "

Could you another drabble with a masochistic whumpee?

(tw: restraints, masochism/sadism)

“You like this, don’t you? You revel in it.”

Whumpee shot Whumper a dangerous glare, sagging in the chains on the ceiling that held them up. Everything in their face told Whumper no, they don’t like this, they want it to stop.

But their body wanted more, needed more, it was an insatiable thing. Every punch to the gut lit a fire in them, every slap scratched an itch deep down they didn’t know they had. Even Whumper’s degrading words urged them to listen, to want to hear more.

“F…fuck you. Fuck you.” Whumpee wouldn’t give. They knew how obvious it was, how their pathetic body looked in that moment, but they still had their dignity. They wouldn’t let that monster strip that away too.

Whumper took a moment to admire what was in front of them. A doll at their disposal. A face with so much anger despite their body being like a magnetic force to everything Whumper had to give them. Such a beautiful contradiction.

“I know how much you want it,” Whumper drawled. The poor little growl that escaped Whumpee’s lips filled them with even more delight. They picked up the nearest item, they didn’t care to look. Anything would satisfy their needs at this point.

“So why don’t I give it to you?”

when the vampire lady is trying to seduce you but you’re workin through stuff

Choking Whump

Hands around the neck or over the mouth and nose

Chokehold (who doesn’t love some manhandling)

Belt around the neck

Pulling tightly on Pet Whumpee’s Collar

Holding Whumpee’s head under water

Smothering

A coarse rope that rubs the neck raw

A thin metal wire that digs into Whumpee’s throat

Barbedwire that doesn’t allow any room for struggling

Just wanted to say a quick thank you for all the love and support I’ve got from the Whumper/Whumpee lines I posted a while ago. I never thought that it would get this much attention ngl. It gave me a huge confidence boost, you don’t even want to know lmaooo. I will do my absolute best to post more lines, so that ya’ll can read some more good stuff. Anyway, thanks a lot everyone! I really appreciate it😊.

OC Questions

After seeing a lot of the same questions in OC asks, thought I’d write a few of my own lol. Send an emoji and and for which OC:

🩸 - Does your OC believe in blood being thicker than water? (meaning family relationships and loyalties are the most important)

✂️ - What kind of thing would have your OC cut someone out of their life? How likely are they to let someone back in?

🎭 - Does your OC show different sides of themselves to different people?

🩺 - Does your OC accept help easily? Are they willing to admit when they need help?

💡 - How does your OC enact plans? Do they plan down to the smallest details, or do the wing it?

🌋 - What’s your OCs temper like? Are they a slow boil, or an instant explosion?

⏰ - What is your OC like at timekeeping? Are they punctual, or always running late?

🎁 - What kind of gift-giver are they? Do they give thoughtful gifts? Expensive gifts? Practical gifts?

📎 - How organised is your OC? Do they keep on top of responsibilities, or leave things to the last minute?

🧸 - On a scale of 1 - 10, how ‘soft’ is your OC? 1 being the edgiest of edges and 10 being a literal teddy bear that cries at everything? (Bonus questions, where on the scale would your OC place themselves, and where would they like to be on the scale?)

💬 - Is your OC much of a talker? Do they only speak when spoken to? (Or not even then?) Do they ever talk over others?

🌅 - What is your OCs favourite time of day? Are they a morning person or a night owl?

🥦 - Does your OC eat healthily or live off junk food?

🍹 - Does your OC drink? If so, what’s their drink of choice?

🍺 - What kind of drunk are they? (e.g. talkative, sleepy, flirty etc.)