Take A Piece Or Dialogue (or Write One) And Add Details Between Each Character's Responses That Describe

Accidental caretaker in whump is such a fun trope. Like. Just caretaker finding a whumpee on a random tuesday like some stray kitten on the street and deciding to take it home and then actually bonding

Prompt #43

"Help me," the hero pleaded.

The villain looked down at them with a scowl, their shadow a small relief to the hero's overwhelmed senses. Power correction was brutal...especially when performed on an unwilling patient.

"Please--"

"Why should I?"

The villain's boot pressed down against their chest and the hero gasped, hands reaching up to grasp at their ankle weakly. They grinned through the pain, feeling somewhat delirious as they stared up at the other.

"Because you want to," they said. "Because you can't resist the opportunity to have me depending on you."

It was a long shot. They knew that.

Still they had hope: being blindly optimistic was part of the job.

They felt the pressure on their chest increase, breaths coming out in short, wheezing pants as the oxygen was slowly stripped from them.

"That's pretty presumptuous of you," the villain said.

The hero coughed out a laugh. "Yeah...Yeah it is."

Their vision was blurring. They could feel what little strength they had left depleting, the rough ground below them growing more comfortable by the second. They shut their eyes, mind too weary to notice the weight lifting off their chest, or the arms that wrapped under their legs and back, lifting them with more care than they'd know in years.

just read a REALLY cute snowed in fic so now of course i have to make whumpy prompts from that concept heehee hoohoo

cw: intimate whumper, branding, (attempted) abandonment, caretaker whump, burning

cold, shivering whumpee whose only source of warmth is whumper/whumper's blankets, so they have to choose between sleeping on the floor or climbing into bed with whumper

whumper bringing a branding iron over to whumpee to help them "stay warm"

whumper trying to leave whumpee outside in the snow, but whumpee clings to their pants and cries for them not to leave them as they're inadvertently dragged along the ground

a whumpee who ran away, but has no choice but to come back to whumper as the weather gets worse. whumper drapes them in their blankets, puts them next to a fire, and all but invades their personal space as they whisper to them "welcome home."

caretaker who has no qualms about giving whumpee their bed and all of their blankets and suffering in silence as they lay uncovered on the sofa

whumper slamming whumpee against the iron cover of the fireplace, burning their back on it

Whumper dumping whumpee in some secluded alleyway one night, stating they're bored with them and quickly driving away.

In their dazed state, whumpee begins staggering through the dark, with just one thought in their mind:

"I need to get to caretaker's house"

Barefoot Whumpees

Being barefoot is vulnerable, particularly in a culture that doesn't require people to remove shoes when they enter a house.

Think about the intimacy and control involved with stripping someone of their shoes and socks. It's the last bit of protection.

Cold Floors

Rough Terrain

Dry, cracked, or bleeding feet.

My average writing experience:

"Alright I think I'm almost done actually-"

*Google doc grows second health bar and a choir starts singing in latin*

Hghghg thought of the Concept last night of a character being rescued from imprisonment/torture; beaten to a pulp, completely out of it, and scared. They don't immediately recognize the person sent to save them, and thus in their delirious state try to fight them off thinking they can only be another tormenter. But they're so, so weak, their attempts little more than clumsy, shaky lashings out.

Instead of restraining them or hurting them like Whumpee expects, their rescuer gently unfolds their trembling fist, and holds their hand.

“So this is what you do? You find little broken dolls, fix them up only to break them again?”

Holy Jesus Christ In Hell WHAT IS THIS BEAUTIFUL THING 😲

My touch burns? Oh, no, Father, I'm so sorry. Do you want me to stop...? No? Of course you don't. Shh, shh. It's alright. Does it hurt when I press myself against your back? No? Oh, don't squirm like that, Father, don't be afraid.

I'm cleansing you of your sin. My hand around your cock is helping relieve you of everything pent up inside of you. See how you're already spilling into my hand, and how your hips shake? Of course it burns, it's like putting alcohol on a wound. It's only to purify. No more build up, no more desires, just let go and let me help you.

Your voice is so sweet, Father. You sing your hymnals so beautifully during service, of course your moans carry as well. Shh, shh, let me draw your desperation out of you. That's it. That's it.

Cry for God all you want. He can hear you. He knows you're on the path to righteousness. All it takes is you cumming in my hand and your vision going white. Really, quite easy if you asked me. Then my touch won't burn anymore. You'll be clean.