I Had A Vision Please Let Me Just

i had a vision please let me just

cw: begging, kinda dehumanizing, attempted murder i guess, bad writing

a whumper breaks into someone’s house (with the intent of killing them). they got a knife or gun in their hand. they find the whumpee and basically chase them all around their house until eventually backing them up into a corner.

at this point, whumpee genuinely believes that they are about to die, so before they can even really think about what they’re doing, they drop to their hands and knees and beg for their life.

most of it is just crying and saying “pleaseplease dont, please-” over and over again. at some point they grabbed onto the killers pant leg like a child would in their desperate attempt for mercy. they don’t even remember doing it to be honest.

once that little outburst is over, whumpee realizes that their begging was not only humiliating, but most likely pointless. whumpee stays frozen in place, like a deer in the headlights, not daring to look up like it’s the only thing keeping them alive.

whumper is unnaturally quiet, and they stay quiet for way too long. whumpee can’t tell from the position they’re in, but whumper was uncharacteristically amused by this little show. normally they would have killed and their victims by now, maybe they’re getting soft.

after a few more minutes of deafening silence, whumpee finally gets enough courage to try and look up at them. their eyes almost reach their face when whumper grabs their hair, and slowly (but roughly) leans their head back down.

now whumpee is confused. are they still going to kill them? are they going to let them go? that seems way to easy… whumpers hand is still lingering on their head, in a way that could almost be mistaken as comforting.

whumpee was almost going to say something when whumpers hand starts moving, they flinch violently as they feel fingers ruffling their hair, as if they were a dog.

whumpee has a feeling they aren’t going to be let go anytime soon.

(sorry for the horrible writing i’ve never really done one of these before, and also i’m really tired)

Crack whump— Whumpee tanghulu

(Got this idea after misreading one of @/whump-queen's posts)

content– drowning(?), burning, freezing, little whumpee, biting, icky mouth stuff, creepy/intimate whumper, probably immortal whumpee bc... one would not survive this.

Whumpee clings onto the little wooden dowel with all his might, acurely aware of the bubbling, rolling boil of molten sugar below him. Whumper had promised candy today, and candy he was getting.

The dowel moved down slowly and Whumper chuckled, his voice a low rumble.

Whumpee squealed in fear, trying to climb up the wood to grasp onto Whumper's large fingers instead. Whumper shook the stick, and Whumpee immediately froze, terrified to fall off.

The heat was suddenly so much more intense, Whumpee needing to scrunch his legs up tighter to their body. All at once, they were dunked and swirled into the hot liquid.

Whumpee closed his mouth, stifiling a scream. It would only be worse if the sugar made its way down his throat. He was burned as the sticky concoction coated every inch of their skin. The heat was bad enough, the sugar making it hard to move.

Then, he was plunged into a bath of freezing water. Ice cubes knocked against his head, and he was suddenly frozen in place, the candy rapidly cooling around him.

He was getting increasingly cooler, and in minutes, he felt ice creep into his skin and begin to slow his blood flow. He desperately flexed his jaw, panicking as he ran out of oxygen. Whumpee broke the hardened shell of sugar around his mouth, and his lungs were immediately flooded with ice-cold water.

Whumpee could only pray that it would be better when he came out, but it was hardly true. Whumper pulled Whumpee out, eyeing the frozen boy like he was a doll.

Whumpee couldn't even squirm as Whumper slid him into his mouth. Teeth pressed down, cracking the candy shell around Whumpee. The shards pricked Whumpee's skin painfully, but Whumper's tongue collected the broken pieces and slid them away. Another crack came, this time where there was no sugary shell. Whumpee's arm was snapped between Whumper's teeth, whether on purpose or by accident.

Whumper's tongue swirled over Whumpee's sweet prison, dissolving layers of sugar until his tongue met bare skin.

Only then was Whumpee released, set back on the counter. Whumper chuckled, fiddling with a piece of sugar in his teeth.

"I see why this recipe is so popular..."

one of the most important things, perhaps the most important thing I have learned in my life is that nice people can fuck each other up in monstrous ways. people can be bone deep kind and loving and self reflective and still lash out under pressure. people can be earnestly neighbourly and charitable and hospitable and generous and still find themselves in situations where they become selfish. people can be well meaning and easygoing and gregarious and hold deep seated opinions that turn them into vicious little bullies under the right conditions. nobody is just one thing, and nobody stays one way. every person is a kaleidoscope and they will surprise you. you will surprise yourself. it's not a warning and it's not a judgement and it's not an excuse, and it's certainly not a reason to stop trying or to stop trusting. it is just a fact.

@just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi suggested "possessive whumper"

my instant thought was "marking/branding as property", so here we are!

Cw: whumper/whumpee, kidnap situation, death threat, obsessive whumper

"Im sorry for running, please-" whumpee began, breaking off with a whimper when the cold metal of a knife pushed against his throat.

Whumper's hand shook as he gripped whumpee's jaw. "All i wanted was to keep you. But you just had to make things difficult, and now I have to kill you. I just needed you to be mine-" As they spoke, pressure on the knife broke the skin of whumpee's bruised and scarred throat.

"Then i will!" Whumpee swore, heart racing when whumper's face drained of some of their rage. "Be yours- ill be yours."

"Do- do you mean it?" Whumper whispered, their knife dropping away an inch.

"Yes," Whumpee replied convincingly, willing to promise anything at this point just to live, "Whumper, um,

I love you."