Dont Touch Me

Don’t Touch Me

Tw: noncon touch, noncon kiss

Whumpee shifted in the passenger seat of the car. They snuck a quick glance at Whumper, who was driving too fast. The gravel road didn’t prevent Whumper from speeding.

Whumpee forced themselves to calm their nerves. For a moment, they felt like they had a tiny bit of control over how they felt. At least until Whumpers hand found its way to their inner thigh.

Whumpee pushed Whumpers hand off of them. “Don’t touch me.”

Whumper’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. The car began to slow down.

Whumpee desperately tried to open the car door, but it was locked.

The car came to a stop and Whumper stared at Whumpee. Their face was calm, but the tightness in their jaw gave everything away.

“What did you just say to me?”

Whumpee didn’t answer, still hoping the door would open.

Whumper backhanded them, the sound ringing through Whumpee’s ear. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“I- I asked you not to touch me.”

“Asked? Don’t change the details for your convenience.” They reached over and grabbed Whumpees face. They held them in place as they leaned closer.

They whispered in their ear, “That was a fucking mistake.”

“I’m- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

Whumper pulled back slightly, brushing the hair behind Whumpees ears. “Yes, you did.”

Whumper closed the gap between their lips. Whumpee couldn’t pull away due to the grip on their face. They whimpered and writhed until Whumper pulled away.

Suddenly, Whumper’s fist connected with their jaw. Whumpees head knocked back against the window. They cried out as another hit landed on them. Their head rang as the pain rushed through them. They tried to hold up their hands to protect their face, but Whumper had already pulled away.

“Don’t ever tell me not to touch you. You won’t like what happens afterwards.” Whumper restarted the car and began speeding off again. They put their hand on Whumpees thigh; Whumpee didn’t dare push it off.

Could you do a series of lines of a defiant whumpee breaks down over time? I'm having trouble portraying it properly.

First day.

“You think you’re scary? Fine then. Do your worst.”

Fifteenth day.

“H-How long are we gonna be doing this, huh? M-Might– might as well let me go at some po— AGH!”

Thirty-first day.

“Yes, Sir..? Nah, that’s fucking weird, I’m not calling you—...I- I mean.. Y-Yeah. Sorry, Sir.”

Fiftieth day.

“No, no no wait! I- I’m sorry Sir, I’m sorry for mouthing off, just please..don’t...”

???????????th day.

“S-Sir please. No more, I– please. I’ll behave.”

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?”

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... "

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