Sensory Deprivation

You're Lucky I Love You

Happy birthday, @wormwriting! Enjoy!!

(tw: yandere/creepy/intimate whumper, failed escape attempt, gun, stress position, strangulation (hanging), belting)

The paperclip slipped and spun between Whumpee's numb, sweaty fingers. They'd been working too long. Their vision was blurring. Tears had long streamed down their face, dried, then tracked down again as they twisted and poked the paper clip in and out of the padlock, scraping at pins.

They had no idea how much tension to put on the barrel. They had only seen this in cheap spy-movies. They never thought they'd actually get it.

But they had.

They had tinkered with the padlock that kept their ankle chained to the bedpost night after night...until tonight - when it sprang open.

Whumpee had become almost dizzy with exhaustion, no longer caring to think as their fingers raked the small piece of metal against the pins. They'd almost screamed in surprise when it clicked open.

They'd spent several minutes, staring at the glinting metal in the dark before gently brushing their fingertips against it.

It really had opened.

They pulled it off the chain and moved to the window. Where another padlock kept the pane locked against the wooden frame.

Whumpee had taken a deep breath and started again.

They were exhausted. Sweat slicked their hands and forehead. They had to stop several times to wipe their fingertips dry on their shirt. Whatever pins they'd managed to place fell back out of line, and they had to start fresh. Then again, Whumpee had no idea if they'd even put the pins in place at all. They were so out of their depth here.

Their legs trembled and ached as they stood for hours, poking at the lock. They froze as a floorboard creaked under them. Adrenaline shot down their veins, lighting every nerve and shaking them from their sleepy haze.

It was just one creak. Quiet.

It...it would be fine.

Whumpee's muscles twitched from the cold and exhaustion. Their body begged for sleep, but they wouldn't give in. What would they do? Crawl back on the bed and snap the padlock back on? Undoing a full night's work just to try again tomorrow?

Whumpee didn't have a scrap of sanity left, certainly not enough to do this again. So they picked at the lock, occasionally rattling it in frustration, jerking against the metal latch. It had to unlock. It just had to. Even if it took all night. They were leaving tonight. They'd come too far to turn back now.

Whumpee gasped as the unmistakable "click" of a lock bounced through the room. They blinked their eyes into focus, grinning at the padlock.

They'd done it. They'd really done it.

"You know that's a five meter drop, right?"

Whumper's voice was soft, but it permeated every inch the dark room, thickening the air and creeping up their skin.

Whumpee froze, hands perfectly still on the makeshift tools.

"What? Thought you could just jump? Then what? Run on a broken ankle or something?"

Whumpee's fingers slid up to the padlock, trembling. They tugged down.

It didn't move. It was still locked.

Of course they hadn't gotten it. That sound had just been Whumper unlocking their door.

Whumpee stared out the dark window. Tears filled their eyes again as they gazed up at the stars that peppered the sky in clusters of shining light. They let out a shaky exhale, squeezing their eyes shut.

Footsteps crept closer behind them until Whumper's breath brushed against the back of Whumpee's neck. Their skin tingled at its touch.

Whumpee winced as something pressed at the back of their skull.

"You really fucked up this time," Whumper murmured.

The metal pushed against their skull as a metallic 'click' vibrated through the room. Whumpee whined as it pressed them forward, their cheek shoved hard against the icy glass.

Whumpee's panting breaths fogged the window. They watched as the dark outline of trees and stars disappeared behind the creeping mist. They trembled, clutching the cool wood of the windowpane. Terror dripped through their bloodstream, locking up like wet concrete, refusing to let them even twitch, let alone squirm away.

Whumper's voice was so soft, barely brushing against their ear. "I wonder sometimes if you’re really worth the effort."

Whumpee twitched as Whumper's fingers threaded through their hair, softly petting it in soft, slow strokes.

Whumpee's lip quivered, trying to find an excuse. Anything, really.

"W...whumper, I-"

"Shh...Don't talk." Whumper pressed a warm, soft kiss under their ear. They didn't pull away, murmuring against Whumpee's neck. "Just...let me think."

Whumpee's stomach lurched. Their legs twitched, desperate to run, kick, fight, anything. Instead they stood perfectly still. Trembling, but still.

Their mind raced in the silence. Whumper didn't move. They just...held them. Breathing softly. Whumpee was sure they could feel Whumpee's heart beating frantically against their ribcage.

After an eternity of silence, broken only by Whumpee's shaky breaths, Whumper finally sighed.

"I think you're going to have to stay in my room from now on. I know we said you'd work up to it, but...I clearly can't trust you here." They leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Whumpee's jaw before pulling back.

Whumpee didn't move, counting one, two, three, four seconds of silence before the barrel of the gun finally slid up and away from their skull. "You're lucky I love you so much."

They heard it click again. A rustle of fabric as Whumper pocketed it.

A shaky breath squirmed out of Whumpee's lungs. Their shoulders sagged in relief, burning as the tension drained ever so slightly. Whumper gripped their arm, turning them.

Whumpee flinched away as Whumper's hands cupped their face, but they could only retreat so far before the cold window pressed against their shoulder blades.

Whumper's forehead pressed against theirs. Whumpee screwed their eyes shut. They tried to tuck their chin down, but Whumper's fingers guided their jaw back up, locking them in the moment.

Whumper let out a long, shaky breath.

"I'm very mad at you," they murmured, not quite a whisper. "Do you know that?"

Whumpee forced air in and out of their lungs, thick as it was. They almost gagged on it - Whumper's breath becoming their own.

"Y-yes," they whispered.

Fingers tightened on their jaw. "Yes what?"

"S-sir. Y...yes, Sir."

Whumpee's hands trembled, hovering in mid-air between them. Desperate for balance, but too afraid to touch Whumper right now.

"Good pet." Whumper's fingers eased up again, thumbs idly brushing their cheek instead. They pulled back, searching Whumpee's face. Whumper blurred in their vision until Whumpee blinked the tears away.

"Stay here." Whumper pulled back. "I'll be right back."

They stepped away.

In a moment, Whumpee was alone again in their room. The door was wide open. Whumper hadn't even bothered to close it. Weren't they afraid Whumpee would run?

They would run. Of course they would.

Except...they didn't. Their shoulders never left the frozen window. They stared through the darkness at the door. At the light spilling in from the hallway. At the one chance they had to leave.

And they didn't move.

Whumper was back in less than a minute, both hands full: A rope in their right. A belt in their left.

The air left Whumpee's lungs as they stared at the swinging leather.

Whumper flicked on the light. Whumpee blinked hard against the blinding white that filled the room. Their eyes were raw and sore, throbbing already from crying. They scrubbed tears away with their palms, but that only make the ache worse, sending jolts of electric color across their vision.

Whumper tossed the belt unceremoniously onto the bed before turning back to Whumpee. "Come here."

Whumpee froze, staring at the rope in their hands. What were they going to -

"I said come here."

Whumpee bit their lip.

"P-please Whumper. I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"Don't make me say it again." Their fingers tightened around the rope. Their voice was soft, but their knuckles were white.

Whumpee sucked in a breath. They forced themselves to take a trembling step forward. Then another. They looked up.

Whumper raised an eyebrow. Not close enough.

They took one more step - until they were almost flush against Whumper's chest.

They stared at the buttons on Whumper's shirt. Just one, really. A dull, white plastic, swirling with varied translucency.

Whumper tipped their chin up with a finger, pressing harder until Whumpee reluctantly ripped their eyes from the button, forcing them to Whumper's face.

Their expression was...completely unreadable.

"You realize I have to punish you, right?"

Whumpee bit their lip. Hard. They sucked in a shaky breath and nodded slowly.

"Say it."

Whumpee closed their eyes, but Whumper pushed their chin up harder until they flittered open again. "I...d-deserve to be punished."

Whumper sighed, releasing them.

Whumpee did their best not to flinch away as the rope slithered around their neck. Whumper tied a quick, strong knot, then spun it around so it pressed against their spine.

"Get on your knees."

Still trembling, Whumpee obeyed. They couldn't think of anything else to do. The soft carpet ground against their skin. Scars on their legs tingled from when that carpet had burned them before.

"You're really lucky I love you so much," Whumper muttered to themselves as they looped the rope up, around the base of the ceiling fan.

"Sit up a little straighter." Whumpee squealed as the roped puled up at their throat. They clawed at it, working their fingers between the fiber and flesh. They pushed themselves as tall as they could without getting off their knees. It still pressed in at their windpipe. Their pulse hammered against their knuckles as they squirmed against the rope.

Whumper stepped back, glancing over Whumpee's trembling form.

"Comfy?"

Whumpee met their eyes, pleadingly silently. Not daring to put it into words.

"Good."

Whumper stepped over to the bed, picking up the belt. Whumpee's heartbeat throbbed along every inch of their skin, shivering, desperately trying to slow their frantic, erratic breaths. Their thighs were already trembling, trying to hold themselves up.

Whumper stepped up to them, folding the belt in half over their palm. “Ready?”

“Whu-mper. Please-”

Their mouth snapped shut as Whumper raised a hand. The slap rang in their ears as fire bloomed across their cheek. Whumpee sobbed as the rope cut against their throat, forcing them to stay upright, spinning, hanging on it.

“A ‘yes sir’ will do.”

Whumpee gasped, tugging at the rope. Tears smeared against their knuckles as they pried it away from their windpipe again. They shuffled their knees back under them, legs somehow shaking more violently now. They forced themselves up.

They could hardly form the words as their lungs sucked in shallow, punching breaths. “Y-es. Si-sir.”

Whumper stepped behind them.

"Count for me."

Whumpee screamed as the first 'crack' rang through the room.

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(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @paleassprince @jadeocean46910 @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg )

Whump Tropes: Legs

Legs shaking, refusing to hold still while Whumpee hides. The shaking getting more and more uncontrollable as Whumper’s footsteps click closer.

Whumper trailing their fingers up Whumpee’s thighs while they whisper calm, quiet threats in their ear. Bonus points if they’re pressed up against a wall.

Kneecaps cracking against stone as Whumper forces them to kneel with a firm hand on their shoulder. Or pulling them down, fingers knotted in their hair.

Whumpee hugging their knees to their chest, rocking themselves to sleep on the cold hard ground.

“I love how your muscles twitch when I run the knife behind your knees. Are you ticklish, dalrling? Let’s hope not. You’ll have to stay very still for this.”

Legs giving out when Whumpee stands too fast. Bonus points if Whumper catches them, holding them close as their vision goes black.

Whumper slowly and delicately carving patterns into Whumpee’s thighs as they pant and struggle to hold still.

The warm tickle of blood dripping down the whole length of Whumpee’s leg.

“You have such beautiful legs. So soft and smooth. But…don’t you think that gets a little boring? Let’s give them a little character.”

Wumpee running through a wooded area at top speed only to crumple to the ground as their ankle snaps on the uneaven terrain.

Then, Whumpee trying not to scream as they pull their broken ankle close, trying desperately to manage the pain as they scoot or crawl off the path before Whumper catches up.

I’m a big fan of boots cracking femurs. Especially if Whumper is standing so tall above them, ever so slowly increasing pressure until the crack and scream.

“Your back is still healing, but the whip leaves such lovely patterns. Let’s try your thighs instead.”

Whumper sitting on Whumpee’s legs to keep them down they writhe and squirm.

Whumper removing legs so the Whumpee can’t run anymore. (Amputation is a whole category on its own, I’ll leave it there for this post)

Whumpee’s feet going numb when their ankles are bound too tightly. Trying to wriggle and stomp to get the blood flowing.

Then, the prickling pain when the blood does finally come back.

Whumpee trying to run only to weaken immediately, realizing how much their muscle has deteriorated over months of being stagnant.

Legs bound together.

Legs bound open.

The rope patterns etched into Whumpee’s skin when Whumpee finally removes the binding.

Rug burn ripping up their calves and thighs as Whumpee is dragged away (bonus points if they’d dragged by their hair or one arm).

Whumpee watching as their thighs get smaller and smaller, wondering how much of them can waste away before their heart gives up on life.

“Try to kick me again and those lovely legs of yours will be covered in blood.”

Whumpee embarrassed as they have to clutch on to Whumper to keep from falling when their legs are to exhausted to stand on. How Whumper is suddenly so kind, holding them close and safe as their legs tremble.

Whumper’s blade peeling thin, long strips of skin up from Whumper’s thighs.

Whumpee’s hands shaking around a knife Whumper left plunged in their thigh. Trying to work up the courage to pull it out, not knowing how they will stop the blood or if they should leave it in until Whumepr returns.

Lukewarm water scalding frost bitten legs as Whumpee is forced into the tub. Whumpee screaming as they try to thrash away, splashing more of it across their body.

Legs going numb when Whumper leaves Whumpee tied to a chair for too long.

Warmth spreading down Whunpee’s leg as fear consumes them and their bladder lets go.

Hammers. Kneecaps.

“The Achilles’ tendon is vital for walking. If I were to cut right here- No no, stop fighting me. Squirming won’t get you out of those ropes, you’ll just piss me off more.”

Grit biting into Whunpee’s knees as they try to crawl away.

Could you do a list of non-sexual nicknames for whumpees? Like “love” or “honey” or “lovebug”, im out of ideas ;-;

*inhales*

dove, honey, sweetheart, amore, dummy, cutie, pup, doe-eyes, lovely, beautiful, muffin, chipmunk, sweetpea, birdie, pet, toots / tootsie, schatzi, hair color things (goldie, blondie, red, etc), sugar, sweetiepie, angel, love, peach, lamb, sweetie, honey bun, lover, cupcake, precious, beautiful, prince/princess/etc, sunshine, bugs, good looking, chica/chico, snowflake, sugarplum, mouse, shug, doll, Romeo/Juliet, duckie, darling, goddess, honey bee, babydoll, boo thang, snuggle bug, beloved, blossom, snowflake, candy, gumdrop, lemon drop, dumpling, teddy bear, bae, lovey, tesoro, pumpkin, butterfly, beau, sweetie, snookums, pookie, pudding, button, kitten, jellybean, bonita/o, gorgeous, angel face, muru, poppy, bug, lolly

I'm sure there's about a thousand more but that's what I got off the top of my head. Have fun!

Make a whumpee beg for something they need so desperately, without any pointers on how their new whumper likes it.

Make them play trial and error.

It’s so much more humiliating that way.

‘Please—I don’t know how to please you—‘

‘Maybe I just like to keep you guessing.’

Make them scramble. Make them panic.

Make them throw darts at the wall until something sticks.

Let them sit and slowly suffocate in how much worse this is—that any sick, humiliating shit they do or say or offer is volunteered from their own brain, rather than something they’ve been ordered to do.

When nothing makes the pain stop, watch them get desperate. Let them slowly splinter and crumble away until they’re begging for orders—forgetting entirely what it was they wanted in the first place. all they want now is to be told what to do, how to please you—anything to make it stop.

"Look at you, getting all excited before I've even started."

Whumpee whimpered, resisting the urge to close their legs as Whumper chained them to their bed. It wasn't worth it. Not if they were going to be forced back open anyway.

"Sir..."

"Hush," their master murmured, pressing a few open-mouthed kisses along Whumpee's neck as they palmed them through the fabric of their underwear. "Fighting will only make it hurt more, my dear. You know that."

Creepy/intimate whumper things

Using their belt to strangle whumpee

Digging their fingers into bruises

Gentle kisses that turn into bites

Telling Whumpee that they belong to them

Caressing Whumpee while they're tied up and blindfolded

Putting their fingers into Whumpee's mouth, knowing they're too afraid to bite

Placing a knife or gun in Whumpee's mouth

Slowly undressing Whumpee or making Whumpee undress themselves in front of Whumper

Telling Whumpee how good they look when they're bruised and bleeding

Kissing Whumpee's wounds

Licking the blood off from Whumpee's skin

Whispering Whumpee's dirty secrets into their ear while hurting them

Making Whumpee choose between being tortured and letting Whumper touch them

Whumper manipulating/killing anyone close to Whumpee to isolate them

whumper using victim blaming dialogue as a humiliation tactic—

“well I wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t make it so fucking easy.”

“if you weren’t so pretty when you begged and cried.”

“if you didn’t take abuse so well.”

“I just hit you and you whine like that— I mean, what am I supposed to think?”

“you know you deserve this.”

“go on, tell me you deserve it.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

and who knows— eventually, whumpee might start to believe they’re right

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[shoutout to @unorganisedalienrubbish for coming up with like half of these]

Kittything- being a Kitty or Catgender and a Thing

Scared of the Dark?

(TW: sensory deprivation, panic attack, phobia, whip, handcuffs, blindfolded)

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“Why didn’t you tell me you were afraid of the dark? Sweetheart, that’s something I can help with.”

Whumpee’s world swam into darkness as the mask pressed against their eyelids. This wasn’t like the normal blindfolds; this one was fitted and soft. Not a trickle of light could wriggle in from the bottom. No grey, no pink, only pure, suffocating blackness.

Panic immediately clenched in Whumpee’s chest. Darkness was bad enough in their old, safe bedroom, but in this psychos basement? Worse. Somehow - impossibly- worse.

Whumper somewhere in the room with them. Oh fuck. Oh fuck where did they go?

The ground immediately felt unsteady under their feet. Whumpee flexed their fingers open and shut rhythmically, trying to keep their breathing steady. The cuffs bit into their wrists as they did. Their ears strained, trying to find Whumper in the deep blackness. They felt like they were floating. Falling. Screaming. They jerked against the cuffs without thinking. Where are they?? Where are they?!

“Please. Please take it off. Please, I’ll be so good.” Their voice shook more than they expected - some of the squeaking words caught between a whisper and nothingness.

A jolt of panic snapped through Whumpee’s spine as fingertips brushed their cheek - no. Knuckles. Gently. They twitched their face away from the touch without thinking. In front of them. Whumper was in front of them.

Whumper laughed softly, and their breath tickled Whumpee’s left ear. Shit. Fuck. Next to them. Whumpee was next to them.

“So good for me? What are you going to do to be good for me? To persuade me?” Whumper stepped closer, their front pressing against Whumpee’s back. FUCK. Behind them. Whumper was behind them. Final answer. Standing behind, speaking in their ear, reaching around to touch their face. Whumpee was completely surrounded. Surrounded by them. By touch. By darkness. Cold, suffocating darkness. Whumpee barely choked back a sob.

Without their sight, they felt unsteady. Like the ground was at an angle. Like they could fall any minute and would have no idea where they’d land. Maybe they wouldn’t land. Maybe they would fall down down down into the sucking inky void, screaming on and on forever as the darkness ate the sound from their throat.

“Well this is certainly having an effect on you,” Whumper gloated. “You can’t even focus enough to answer one little question.” Whumper’s hand dropped from their cheek and trailed down their waist. Whumpee’s skin twitched under the touch, trying to crawl away.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut as tightly as they could manage. Maybe if it’s their choice that they can’t see, the darkness couldn’t devour them.

It did anyway.

“Qu-question?” Whumpee stammered, trying to focus.

Whumper’s fingertips changed direction, skimming small looping patterns over their side and thigh. Completely unpredictable, changing directions sporadically. “Yes, sweet. My question. What would you do to persuade me to take it off?”

Whumpee could feel the strings of the mask burning around their skull. Off. They needed it off. “Anything. Anything, please. Please just take it off.”

“Well thats’s not very persuasive,” Whumper chuckled, using their other hand to make the same velvety soft patterns up Whumpee’s arm. “I’m having a pretty good time right now, so you would have to think of something I want to do even more.”

Off. Off. They were going to take it off. Think of something.

“Darling, I’m not going to wait all night. Make me an offer.”

Whumpee’s heart was pounding in their ears. Think of something. Anything. Something bad. Darkness? No. Not that bad thing. Another bad thing. Something they would like.

Whumpee’s head spun and fell apart into a hundred scattered pieces. The only thing they could think of was the sucking blackness pulling at their skin.

“Better hurry, I’m starting to get bored.” Whumper’s fingers trailed over tender, tingling scars. Whumpee twitched away without thinking, but Whumper only laughed softly. Good. They were usually mad when Whumpee flinched too much. Then they got the whip-

That’s a thing.

“The whip.”

Whumper laughed loudly, making Whumper flinch more. “Ah, so you can talk after all. You really want the whip?”

“Please. Please take it off now. I-I can’t do anymore.”

“No no, darling. I need you to beg me.” Whumper’s hands left Whumpee’s body. That was somehow worse. Whumpee could tell that they were moving but couldn’t tell where. Everything was lost to the void.

Focus. Beg.

“Please. Please. Please take it off.”

Whumper laughed again. Shit. They were in front of them now. The void got smaller. Suffocating them. Squeezing their flesh while trying to rip them apart.

“No no, don’t beg me to take it off. Beg me to whip you. Beg me to make you scream. Tell me how badly you want to bleed for me.”

Pain was coming. So much pain. It sounded like a blessed release - anything but the darkness. They drew in a shaking breath. “Please. The whip. Please whip me.”

“Aww, I think you can be a little more convincing than that.”

Whumpee started to shake so badly they were afraid their knees would give out. The ground still seemed uneaven and sloped under their feet. Just say the words. Say it and it will be done.

“I want you to make me bleed. Please, I want you to whip me. I want to scream for you. I’ll be so good. So, so good. Please take it off and let me be good for you. Let me scream for you.”

Whumpee jerked away as soft fingers cupped their face, but Whumper’s grip help firm. “Now that’s better. So much better. You really are being good for me. You really want me to whip you?”

“Yes. Yes, please whip me.”

“You want to scream for me?”

“I’ll scream so loud. Please. Please.”

“Well how can I say no when my darling is being so sweet? Alright. I’ll whip you.”

Relief flooded Whumpee. Maybe some panic too, but any more panic in their blood was negligible.

“Now thank me for being so gracious.”

Whumpee bit their lip. Just say it and it will be over. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. What a good pet I have.”

Whumpee trembled as Whumper’s hands pulled away from their face. They waited for the mask to slide up and off of them, but it stayed untouched.

“I’m going to take those cuffs off you now,” Whumper said, moving back behind them.

“But you said you’d-”

“Patience, sweet. I thought you said you were going to be good for me? Or would you rather I leave it on all night?”

Whumpee’s mouth snapped shut. Hot tears were starting to fill the mask. They tried to seep back into the creases of their eyelids as the mask pressed close.

“Don’t touch the mask.”

Whumper fiddled with the cuffs for a moment before it clicked off of one hand, then the other.

The Whumpee itched to pull the mask off, but settled for rubbing their aching wrists instead. They were warm and wet - Whumpee hadn’t realized their wrists had started bleeding again. They must have been pulling harder than they thought. The feel of their blood between their fingers made Whumpee dizzy all over again.

They tried to take a step to regain their balance, but that made it worse. Their hands instinctively snapped up to their face to pull off the blindfold.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Whumper growled, clamping onto Whumpee’s wrists and yanking their arms back down.

“I’m sorry! I slipp-”

“Shut up,” Whumper snapped. “If you so much as touch that mask, I will duct tape it to your face and leave you like that until the weekend.”

Their voice dropped. Low. Dangerous. “And if you take it off?” Whumper’s breath brushed across Whumpee’s face and they whispered, “I will cut out your eyes and you will live in this darkness until the day you die. Got it?”

Whumpee’s chest closed in again. They choked for air, processing the threat.

A sharp pain spread across their cheek as their head snapped to the side. “I said. Got it?”

“Yes. I got it,” came the parroted response. Air flooded their lungs again. Too fast. Too slow. Not enough. Whumpee focused on opening and closing their hands again. They couldn’t start hyperventilating. They would pass out. They didn’t want to black out into a deeper darkness. Focus.

“Good. Now get on your knees. I’m going to whip you just like you asked. And you had better be good for me.”

“But,” The mask burned into their face. Off. They needed it off. “You promised. Please. Please take it off.”

Whumper chucked from the other side of the room. Whumpee could hear them pulling the whip off of its place on the wall.

“You begged me to whip you, so I’ll whip you. You never specified that I needed to take the mask off first. Now get on your knees.”

Whunpee’s hands twitched. They clenched them together to keep from touching the mask. It was hard. Very hard.

“Please just-“

The whip cracked across their chest. Whumpee screamed, stumbling back.

“I said ‘knees’. Now.”

Whumpee hesitated.

“Don’t make tell you again.”

Whumpee’s knees buckled involuntarily, and they sunk to the floor. They couldn’t hold back their sobs anymore. Their breaths came shallow and fast, a sporadic and painful rhythm as they choked on the all-consuming blackness.

Whumpee couldn’t even brace for the pain as their chest tightened more and more. Their hands went numb as the darkness flooded through them. The cold sucking sensation overwhelmed them. The world turned upside down as the blackness pulled them deeper into the void.

Whumpee flinched hard as Whumper’s fingers gently brushed through their hair, but they didn’t pull away.

“Oh darling, you’re such a mess.”

Whumpee continued their choking sobs in response. They were shaking so hard they were afraid they’d topple over and fall into eternity.

“You have been so good for me. You didn’t even touch the mask. I’m so proud of you.”

The mask burned. It pulled in on their face like a python, squeezing tighter and tighter as they gaped for air. The darkness sucked away their warmth, leaving them shaking and numb, fighting for life on the concrete.

“So good indeed. I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?”

Searing white light flooded Whumpee’s vision as Whumper slipped the mask up and off. They gasped at the crisp air, eyes darting around the room painfully. Whumpee’s hands flew to their face, and they scrubbed the tears away from their eyes, blinking up at the light. Feeling returned to their fingers, a burning, blessed warmth.

Whumper knelt in front of them, tossing the whip far to the side, out of reach.

“But…” Whumpee stammered, “but, but I thought you-”

“Oh hush, darling. Don’t work yourself back up into a panic.” Their fingers snuck out to caress Whumpee’s cheek, and Whumpee gladly leaned into the soft warmth. “You were very, very good for me. You’ve done enough for today.”

Whumpee blinked at them. “No…no whip?”

“Not tonight.”

Whumpee reached up to hold the hand on their cheek as they processed the words. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Whumper. Thank you!”

Whumper smiled at them, warmly but amused. “You’re very welcome.”

Whumper stood up smoothly and retrieved the whip, putting it back in its place on the wall.

“Bring me the mask and cuffs, will you?”

“Of course, Whumper.”

Whumpee located both on the floor behind them. They scooped them up and stood - legs all pins and needles - and quickly brought them to Whumper who took them and tucked them away in their places as well.

“There. Everything where it should be.” Whumper glanced at the clock. “Except you. You should be in bed at this hour.” Whumper turned and gently wiped away the rest of Whumpee’s tears. They hadn’t quite calmed down yet, but they could breathe. That was good enough.

“Let’s get you to bed. And take this with you.” They handed Whumpee a small box.

It was a nightlight. Brand new.

Whumpee looked up at them, eyes wide.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. I told you I could help. I take care of my things. Now, get to bed,” Whumper said, tousling Whumpee’s hair playfully. “I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

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Continued here.

I adore muzzling Whumpees. 

A face mask over a muzzle as Whumper drags Whumpee through a crowded area. Whumpee knows exactly what will happen to them if they make a scene.

The deep red marks on Whumpee’s face as their muzzle is removed for the first time in months. The way they struggle to speak again after days of having it on. The first word they manage to croak out is “water”.

Whumpee refuses to take some kind of pill, so Whumper stuffs it into their mouth and covers their lips with duct tape. Either they swallow willingly or it gets dissolved in their mouth, but they’re taking it.

Whumpee so terrified and hysterical that they can only sob and hyperventilate behind the duct tape, struggling to get enough air without their mouth. All they can do is sob, choking on their own tears and spit.

Whumpee sitting in the bathtub as Caretaker carefully tries to remove the duct tape wrapped around Whumpee’s head. They whisper apologies whenever Whumpee flinches.

Rescuers not having enough time to un-muzzle Whumpee. They just pick the bound and silenced Whumpee up and run. 

Whumpee only being able to communicate through muffled grunts through their muzzle, but still desperately trying to communicate with Caretaker.