A pause. “…I thought that…” another awkward silence. “Because of Whumper…”
Whumpee waved their hand in annoyance. “Yeah yeah, yeah, because that motherfucker used to leave me gagged for days you think I wouldn’t want anything in my mouth.” Whumpee grinned but their eyes were dead. “I don’t.”
“So…”
“I also don’t want you to hear me scream. Give me your belt.”
Coddling theor head but refusing to let go when they flinch away
Sensually stroking the wounds they just made, threatening to go back to hurting whumpee if they dare to beg to be let go
Casually hinting at punishment to come to watch whumpee struggle not to cry. Smirking when they see the facade slip.
Whumper making a habit of coming up behind whumpee and pinching them or striking them. So that now they cringe at the slightest touch and flinch when they hear someone move behind them
Using that flinch response to embarrass them. Grinning when they see it.
Holding whumpee in an iron grip when they cry, and moaning in delight
Whumpee getting good at hiding when they're in pain so whumper doesn't get the satisfaction
Or learning how to emphasize the pain in order to satisfy whumper faster and get them to stop hurting them
I love whump scenarios as much as the next freak, but there’s something even better about forced caretaking by the whumper. Whumpee unable to move away from whumper as they dress their wounds. Maybe too exhausted/in pain to even try to shove them away. Maybe whumper is more intimate than they need to be, their hands straying too far down, resting for more than they need to. And they are taking care of their whumpee, but only so that they can take more when they see fit.
god I seriously need a forced intimacy like tag that actually is about intimacy like no, I’m not looking for “haha what if I put a knife to your throat” that’s not fucking intimacy, I want slowburn, I want “oh no you’re too fragile” I want the “I kidnapped you because I need to take care of you” sitting down your kidnapping victim and gently brushing their teeth. Of bathing your victim not just because horny but also taking deep deep care to ensure they stay clean and healthy, drugging someone because they get so anxious and they’re happier high out of their mind as you pet their head and coo.
The point is intimacy, caretaking, softness, in a situation where it cannot be resisted and would normally be dangerous, breaking someone through positive reinforcement, violence should be sparse, potentially teased, but never the focus, the focus should be doing intimate acts, genuinely intimate acts beyond just sex, hairwashing, dressing, hand feeding, comforting, wiping away tears, intimacy!!!
the fantasy is about being taken care of in a way where you have no choice in the manner so you don’t feel bad about it. So there’s no shame in wanting to be pampered because it’s not your fault. Psychological intimacy, not just physical closeness, it’s about feeling cared about, like you are safe in an objectively unsafe situation, the juxtaposition of endless affection with being locked in someone’s attic, the idea someone saw you and wanted to make you happy, saw your depressed ass and wanted to bathe you, to care for you, to make you feel special, even if you try and struggle away, you will be made to feel good, and soft, and loved, and that is a threat.
I need more content like that, that juxtaposition between gentle love and gentle horror, but it’s so hard to find because I swear like half of nsft tumblr has no tagging manners and will tag into every single horny tag they know for literally anything even mildly lewd or a selfie. Hell I don’t even mind if it goes darker places I just want that atmosphere of “this is for your own good, I love you, you don’t get to stop being loved, you don’t need to struggle, I made the straps extra soft just for you.” I need to feel like my horror monster genuinely loves me, cherishes me, even if it’s in terrible ways, I can’t stand feeling disposable.
“Look, there’s hardly a scar.” Superhero crows into Villain’s ear, hand still pinning Villain’s palm to Hero’s bloody chest. “I was right, you know. You were made for this.”
Villain swallows. Beneath his hand, Hero’s chest rises—all smooth skin and muscle, sealing away the gore. It makes the past hour feel like a false memory, like Villain hadn’t fumbled through bone and viscera, weeping all the while.
“I’m—I’ve always been a soldier.”
Superhero squeezes Villain’s knuckles, smearing blood over the back of his hand.
“You had no choice.” Superhero pulls Villain’s hand away from Hero and turns it upward. He runs his thumb along the thick calluses on his palm and sighs. “A sword was forced upon you.”
In the rare moments when Villain had been afforded a healer, their hands had been smooth, running like water over his raw skin, a natural balm even without magic or power—a kind and clean touch. Villain would never have that natural gentility, could never offer a touch tender enough to heal.
“I’m good at it. Fighting.” Villain leans back into Superhero, exhaustion pulling at his eyelids. The more he gazes at his hand, cradled by Superhero’s, the less it feels like his; his fingers burn and twitch beneath a blanket of static. “I’m not meant for healing.”
Superhero makes a soft sound before leaning back with Villain’s weight, against the wall behind them.
“But how did it feel? Healing him?” He asks.
“It hurt so much.” Villain croaks, slumping further. Hero’s limp body blurs into a wash of color before him.
Superhero slips an arm around Villain’s waist.
“It hurt here, didn’t it?” He pulls Villain closer and spreads a hand over his collarbone, dragging his fingers across his sternum, then down along an achingly familiar path.
A scar, not his.
“I‘m sorry.” Villain whispers. “I didn’t mean to—“
“That pain.” Superhero’s thumb digs into his ribs. “It was all your doing.”
Wincing, Villain attempts to turn, but healing has drawn him thin. He falls back into Superhero, sweat slipping down his jaw.
“I’m sorry,” he tries again.
“You worked so hard to make things better though.” Superhero brings Villain’s hand down and presses it against his stomach, locking it in place with his own, fixing them into some facsimile of a lover’s embrace.
Villain’s heartbeat crawls into every point of contact, thudding in his fingers and back.
“And I’m so glad you chose to do the right thing.” Superhero continues, tracing the side of Hero’s palm. “If you hadn’t returned and healed him like you did, I would’ve ruined such a precious gift. The world can’t afford to lose anymore healing hands.”
He flinches against Superhero’s arm.
“You told me you were a good fighter. A good soldier.” The blood grows tacky between them, smearing and sealing their fingers together. “But I know you can do better.”
Villain opens his mouth. A gasp rushes out in place of any coherent word.
“Look at him. Look at what you can do.” Superhero smiles in Villain’s peripherals.
Villain’s gaze flicks between the smear of blood beneath Hero and the scar gleaming across his torso.
“You know what you need to do to make things right.” Superhero whispers into Villain’s ear. “Don’t you?”
(story pliant to whatever fandom/identity you wanna attach to this, generally for those who fantasise about a gently forceful caretaker)
Once your parent found out about your true identity they couldn't accept living with you because of their conservative ideals and kicked you out, a sadly common occurrence.
While walking to find a place you could rest outside hidden from the rain you stumbled upon an odd isolated home, and get greeted at the door without having knocked by a much older lady who greets you with a friendly soft smile.
She attentively asks you about your situation and you while looking down explain sadly your turn of events.
"Oh no no no, that simply won't do. How wrong. For simply existing. How could a parent ever?!" Cleared her throat "your welcome to stay with me for a while if you wish."
You hesitated but it was hard to say no to.
You were led inside. When she took off your coat for you and offered you biscuits and hot tea you were a bit dazed at the speed of kindness, though her insistence beat your hesitancy to accept and it wasn't even close.
"Seeing your state I insist you take a bath to warm up. Il give you a new pair of clothes after. The bath should be ready in the bathroom."
You enter, getting distracted from your thoughts about how the tub is already full and ready somehow by the items placed along the tub to be used, pink bubbles, you've not used something so.. non-functonal and simply for fun in a while and decide it'd be rude not to given she left it clearly for you to use.
Its quite warm and relaxing, warming up your body while loosening muscles. Alone in the room you might or might not have also played with some bubbles, but who's to say.
you see the clothes left out for: a nice simple casual dress, something more expressive than your used to, and so.. pretty. You also do notice it's of simular style to the clothes the lady was wearing even if slightly different. Eventually you put it on and walk up, and before you can gather your thoughts much more your nose drifts you towards the kitchen where she is already in the middle of cooking a meal.
You asked her and she did with a smile and chuckle confirm she was cooking for you.
"Oh how silly, who else my dearest? Sit will you? It will be ready in a moment. I hope you like this stew."
You attempted to say you'd be fine and she wasn't obliged to care for you, which was the first thing to remove the smile off of her face.
"Sit. And wait, like a good little one."
You did.
..
You hesitantly ate and it tasted great. You'd already forgotten any uneasy at the clothes you were wearing and hadn't thought once yet about the fact you didn't know her name and yet you felt as if she knew you all too well. At your yawn you were picked up before you could process it, after the seconds it took to realise and the your soft protests she simply chuckles and said.
"You've been so good little thing. But now it's time to rest. Your body agrees with me you know~"
You..couldn't find the strength to resist being carried like a doll or object to her bed- her bed? Soon you were wrapped around her arms, held close as if you 2 were close. Your body had long since betrayed you and you couldn't help but relax into her and do nothing but be still and boneless only letting out quiet sounds of enjoyment as your eye lids grew heavier with every stroke of your hair by her and the heavenly feeling on your scalp. Before you knew it you were out like a light wrapped around her, despite usually not falling asleep so fast. You haven't even had time yet to process all that's happened today, but you truly found no will inside yourself to bother to, it felt so nice..
..
when you woke up, you felt the slight tug on your hair. You looked back with hazy eyes to see her skillfully brushing your hair gently. You couldn't explain why it took you so much longer to wake up than usual this time, it felt a spell, and it wasn't one you could or wanted to break.
..
"god your so cute and pretty. And so docile, such a good [girl/boy/little thing]. I can't wait to wake up with you by my side every morning. Now, let's wake up my dearest little thing."
Her words made you fumble briefly. You eventually managed to get up and working. She insisted on giving you some medicine you didn't know of, and then got you to do some simple chores for her of cleaning and tidying up, which you did without issue, used to being asked to do far more. The only thing shocking was the soft high praise she sang for you over these tasks, 'such a good thing, so helpful and nice'. You 2 ate breakfast and you began to question things less than before.
You felt..calm. safer. She might of been confusing might.. she was also quite predictable and comforting. You couldn't help but constantly be more relaxed than you were uses to, and began to be more eager to help her with whatever small tasks were asked of you, that she when she wasn't pampering you with head stratches and soft praises in your ear that made you feel fuzzy and hazy/dazed while enveloping you. She was so gentle you never felt obligated to act in any kind of way when she touched you. She was so open with it all as if its normal to casually as your walking by ruffle someone's hair 'simply for fun', and hug on whims, it was new but.. it was a wonderful kind of new.
(Hope you enjoyed :D. Thoughts on this style/topic of writing from me?"
“Look at you… you’re miserable,” Caretaker said, toeing his boot under Whumpee’s chin. Whumpee groaned in response. “Pathetic. Defeated. Why are you lying on the street, half dead in a puddle?”
Whumpee could only groan weakly again. Caretaker frowned and stepped back onto the main street, looking up and down the road but saw no signs of retreating attackers or victorious gangsters boasting their victory.
“Please,” Whumpee croaked, trying to curl his fingers into a fist. He failed spectacularly and his palm splashed into the puddle, drops of muddy water splattering the side of his face as the rain poured down on the young man.
Caretaker sighed and stepped back towards the fellow, umbrella covering them both from the rain. He stared down at the young man, deliberating his choices from here on out. He could leave the wretch to die in the rain, on the street like a dog, or he could bring him home, bandage him up, give him a hot meal, wrangle information from him and send the poor chap on his way.
Halfway through his deliberations, Caretaker had lowered his umbrella and tucked it under his arm before leaning down to scoop the young man under the arms and drag him to his feet. He hooked an arm around the boy’s waist to which Whumpee whimpered. Caretaker put the man’s arm over his shoulder and helped take the brunt of the young man’s weight.
“My house isn’t far,” Caretaker told Whumpee. Though it wasn’t close enough that his suit and hair wouldn’t be soaked by the time they got there. Oh well. Something interesting he supposed was worth his appearance’s temporary ruin. “Try and stay conscious long enough to get there, or I’ll drag you through the streets, alright?”
Whumpee grumbled something.
Caretaker smiled. “Excellent. This way then.”
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