Would you write a short one where whumper fancies whumpee and wants to keep them for themselves, but there is just the matter of the whumpee’s gf/bf.. inlcuding threats please?
"You again..." Whumper scowled when Caretaker stepped in between him and Whumpee. "I thought I told you, my love," he tried to speak to Whumpee, "I wanted to meet with you. Alone."
"Like hell," Caretaker spat, holding an arm back to keep Whumpee behind him.
Whumper barely saw two wide eyes staring back at him, looking over Caretaker's shoulder. Those beautiful, big brown eyes, completely fixed on him – as they should – and threatening to spill tears. He mellowed at the sight of it, shoulders relaxing and his head tilting softly to the side, allowing himself a soft, fond sigh.
But he also didn't like what he saw. The cowering was delicious, yes, but covered by that pesky Caretaker, blocking his view. His prey. Who was clinging to him like he was the centre of their world. The only thing he saw now was a trembling hand, finding Caretaker's and squeezing it tight.
His face crinkled lightly in disgust.
"I would spare you the hurt," he sneered in response, "of him giving you up. Because he will, either to save his own skin, or because he's tired of you."
“Yeah, keep dreaming, freak,” Caretaker snarled.
But Whumpee pulled at their partner’s arm in warning and whimpered softly at the threat. The most beautiful sound, in a gorgeous voice that sent shivers over Whumper’s spine.
"My darling, I could give you the world," he shifted gears and almost spoke in a whisper. "Everything you’ve dreamed of. Travel, jewelry, yachts, a private beach..."
"Could?" Caretaker interrupted again. "At what cost, hm?"
"I would worship you. I would take care of your every need, every want. Let you bask in the warm sand, let all your troubles melt away and be swept off by the waves of our paradise. You would have no more worries. It would just be us."
He took a step closer and Caretaker merely pressed his partner closer against him, shielding them. "All I ask in return," he said, extending an open hand, "would be the same devotion."
Caretaker scoffed at that but he ignored it.
"You can have everything you want."
Whumpee gulped and glanced up at Caretaker. "I want Caretaker," they said in the smallest voice. "Nothing else."
Whumper's face fell. "I could rip you from his lifeless arms, you know that, right?" he snarled, all devotion and tenderness in his voice sucked away by a sudden quiet rage. His open hand clenched into a fist and he pointed a single finger at the pair.
"But I won't. But don't mistake me, you should reconsider. You should make the right choice. Before one day, you wake up in bed, the sheets sticky and heavy with red around you and your precious Caretaker next to you, dead."
He backed away slowly, reluctantly, keeping his eyes on them.
"And you'll have no one and nowhere left to go."
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A caretaker who shields Whumpee from a beating with their own body, who holds them tight and chokes out “I’ve got you, I’ve got you” through gritted teeth in between yelps of pain, who finally just passes out on top of them when it becomes too much. Does Whumper take advantage of the opportunity and drag the limp Caretaker aside to get a shot at Whumpee now, or are they already walking away, leaving Whumpee to deal with the bloody aftermath?
Big buff caretaker wrapping one arm around the smaller Whumpee. Pressing them close to his chest while turning away from harm, protecting Whumpee with his body as a shield.
The hulking, scary, “dangerous” monster cowers, trembling, behind the smallest teammate, who throws their arms out as a shield and lifts their chin in defiance. They’re barely a threat to these people who are coming with nets and chains and electric prods but they can’t afford to show fear. The monster needs them.
That thing...That thing where the whumper looms over them, dark and menacing...That thing where Caretaker protectively puts their arm/body out in front of them to shield the terrified Whumpee...DO THAT THING 😍
Whumpee finally breaks. They’re cast aside without care, unconscious. Now there’s no one to stand between Whumper and Caretaker. No one to protect their friend. No one to shield him.
Caretaker stumbles back. He knows he can’t stand up to Whumper and while he screams, digs his heels in, and begs, there’s no real fight in him.
When the whip comes down, when the knife tears into him and fists stain his skin with bruises, all he can think about is Whumpee and how they shielded him.
You took this for me. You hurt like this. This is the pain you endured. For me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! You suffered because I was too weak!
Already badly injured, A stands between B and their attackers, their own blood on their hands as they slowly pry them away from their wound and clench them into fists. “If you want B...” they gasp out, eyes glazed with pain and defiance as they sway on their feet, “you’re...you’re gonna have to go...through...me.”
