#lemonwritesprompts

[lemongrass-whumps]

Caretaker sighed, trying to get whumpee to drink a little water from the cup they held to their lips. "Whumpee... please...drink this, for me?"

Whumpee froze.

For me...

Whumpee, hold still for me...

Scream nice and loud for me...

Bleed for me...

Make those pretty sounds for me...

For me, for me, for me.

"Yes master," they whispered.

[lemongrass-whumps]

Caretaker has a bad day at work or something and recovering whumpee tries to get them to feel better in the ways *master* did to feel better.

They stand in the corner of room, holding a knife, offering it to caretaker.

They get on their knees, having laid the whip on the floor in front of them, ready.

And caretaker just... doesn't know what to do.

[lemongrass-whumps]

Whumper: oh butler, give whumpee a little water in their bowl and perhaps a blanket. No, not the fancy one, the one that's ripped in the corner. They've done such a good job with the whip today, they deserve a treat. And do make sure that their cell is properly locked, that lock has been a little rusty. Nono, leave that grime on the floor, whumpee can lick it up some other day.

Butler: *in clear shock*

Whumpee, sniffling: master is so kind

[lemongrass-whumps]

Every whumpee deserves a little play time.

Even tiny whumpees!

I recommend boiling a little water for them and letting them take a dip in a little tea cup hot tub!

[lemongrass-whumps]

Phones And Whump

Whumper whipping/hurting the passcode out of whumpee

Whumper scrolling through whumpee’s contacts, monologuing out loud on who to tell about the ransom over whumpee’s head

Whumper musing over how, despite being kidnapped for weeks, no one bothered to call or text.

Whumpee getting bullied over their text messages (“awww you really think contact x loved you? Sure they wrote it, but it’s probably to protect your feelings”)

Once free from whumper, whumpee gets a lot a call everyday from them- “I’m going to find you”, “you really thought you can hide for long?”

Cutting off one of whumpees fingers so that whumper could have access to the fingerprint lock on Whumpee’s phone

Holding whumpees phone up to whumpeee after a noncon body mod, laughing over the little “face not recognized” text

Whumpee is allowed to go out from time to time, but whumper must track their phone. They’re required to check in every hour

Whumpee having to step away from caretaker, or a party to call whumper on the phone, and struggling to seem happy once they return

Caretaker sent message after message, call after call, wondering where whumpee has gone

Escaped whumpee having to painstakingly delete all photos whumper took of them while in captivity

Whumpee desperately trying to call for help, but no one picks up

Whumpee tries calling for help…but whumper picks up

Crying to Caretaker over the phone, explaining to them their nightmares they had at off hand hours of the night

Caretaker trying to explain to whumpee over their phone how to care for their wounds

Caretaker having to listen over the phone as whumper hurts whumpee

[lemongrass-whumps]

Caretaker and whumper are competitors.

One day, caretaker accidentally irritates whumper one bit too much and whumper kidnaps their beloved whumpee.

Caretaker knows it's whumper, but can't prove it until they're sent a video of whumper, explaining a new little game. Every week, they'll send over a video, and hidden within each video is a clue as to where whumpee is. So thus it begins, every week, caretaker gets a video of whumpee getting brutally tortured by whumper, and caretaker struggles with the clues. They lose sleep, they have to rewatch every grueling second, looking for something they could've missed. They've tried to track the location of the video, tried to find whumper, but they couldn't, so they had to turn to watching the videos again.

Over and over. They have to look at whumpee get hurt. They feel immense guilt, they can't figure it out, they can't figure it out.

But whumpee and whumper know. There were no clues to begin with.