ACTUAL IMAGE OF ME RIGHT NOW

ACTUAL IMAGE OF ME RIGHT NOW 💥💥💥

MY BRAIN WORDS!! WORDS OF MY BRAIN!!! YOU HAVE A LITTLE BEAN BAG CHAIR IN THE CORNER OF MY BRAIN.

TODAYS SNIPPET GOES SO FUCKING HARD DUDE I NEED TO SCREAM THIS AT YOU

THANK YOU 🫵🫵🫵I WAS HAVING SM FUN WRITING IT, I NEED TO WRITE MORE NSFWHUMP >:)))

@augusnippets day 11

escape/ breaking the conditioning/ safe and sound

Implied alcoholism, references to past kidnapping/noncon surgery/abuse, escaped Whumpee, death mention

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Caretaker was home alone again, just like every night since Whumpee went missing. The routine was the same each night— he laid back in his recliner, chugged can after can of whatever alcohol he could afford, and passed out thinking of Whumpee.

Caretaker sat back, pulling the case close to him and pulling a can out. Tonight, it was a cheap beer from the gas station he'd never heard of. He dug his nail under the tab, about to crack it open when he heard a knock on his door.

It was quiet enough that it could have been somebody knocking at his neighbor's door. Caretaker got up with an irritated sigh, pausing his show and going to the door.

His motion-activated light was on, but through the peephole, he couldn't see anything.

"Those fucking teenagers," he murmured, opening the door to shout at the ding-dong-ditchers.

When he opened the door, however, he was shocked into silence.

Whumpee was here. His Whumpee. Albeit they had longer hair and were pretty bruised up — and were those stitches up their chest?— they were here!

"Wh– Whumpee! It's you, it's really you!" He crouched to the floor, eyes tearing up. "Oh my god, you're here... oh, baby, I- I can't beleive— we thought you died," Caretaker rambled, cupping Whumpee's cheek tenderly. "Where have you been? Are you okay? Ohh, I'm so happy you're alive!"

Whumpee clung to Caretaker, their bony fingers grasping Caretaker's shirt. They sniffled, looking up with teary eyes. "Caretaker... oh fuck, I missed you... I- I got kidnapped, a- and it was terrible, but I escaped and you're here and-"

"Shhh, let's get inside. You're freezing. You can tell me everything once you're patched up..." Caretaker soothed, bringing them inside and into the bedroom. "It's gonna be okay, baby. You're safe with me."

@augusnippets day 14

Toys / Gifts / Celebration

Demihuman Whumpee (dog), Captivity, Intimate Whumper

(you guys have no idea how much i love writing demihuman whumpees!!)

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Whumpee was curled up in their little corner of Whumper's bedroom, resting on the mound of blankets and pillows. They heard footsteps approach, listening closely. Whumper's footsteps were easy to recognize, and Whumpee relaxed as he came into the bedroom. The human had something behind his back, and he looked like he was in a good mood.

"Whumpee," Whumper said fondly, rubbing Whumpee's head, "I got you a present! Close your eyes."

"Why do I get a present? Did I do something good?"

"Just close your eyes."

Whumpee obeyed, unable to stop their tail from wagging behind them.

Something bumped their nose that smelled like plastic. A squeak startled Whumpee, and Whumper laughed. "Open your eyes!"

A neon green tennis ball was held out for them.

"You got me a ball? Thanks, uhm... what an i supposed to do with—"

"Fetch."

The ball went soaring to the other side of the room, and Whumpee dove for it eagerly. They grasped it in their jaws, squeaking it eagerly.

Proud of themself, Whumpee brought it to Whumper. They were rewarded as the man ruffled Whumpee's hair encouragingly.

"Good boy," he crooned, kissing Whumpee on the forehead. "Go on, keep playing."

Whumpee realized with a pang of embarrassment how much amusement Whumper was getting from this. Still, they wouldn't let him ruin what fun they could have here. They dropped the ball in Whumper's hand and sat, ready for him to throw again.

@augusnippets day 8

Bonus prompt- Whumpee wearing Caretaker's clothes

Demihuman Whumpee (canine), past capture, institutionalized/legal slavery of demihumans, lady whump mentioned, physical abuse mentioned, mostly just fluff though :D

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Caretaker sat alone in their living room, sipping on some stew they had made earlier. They heard Whumpee's scufflings in the next room, but left them to their own devices.

Whumpee was... odd, to say the least. They were just beginning to learn which of their old owner's "rules" that they were allowed to break. The demihuman tested boundaries carefully, like they were nervous for a punishment if they sat on any furniture.

Once they learned they were allowed to sit where they liked, however, they took up a habit of napping on the coffee table. Caretaker would never reprimand them for this, though. The more freedom Whumpee felt, the happier they seemed.

The poor thing's old owner was a cruel excuse for a woman. She never let Whumpee wear clothes past a pair of boxers, she made them act like an animal for her, and even went as far as to whip them if they weren't to her precise standard. Whumpee was a kind of dog-human hybrid, yes, but nobody deserved to be treated that way. Caretaker wouldn't even treat a dog like that!

Caretaker stamped out any thoughts of her— they hated to dwell on things, especially Whumper.

Caretaker noticed that Whumpee had gone silent. They quickly got to their feet and started towards the bedroom. "Whumpee?" they called.

When Caretaker opened the door, Whumpee was scrambling to hide, choosing to duck behind the bed.

"Whumpee? Love, you can come out. It's okay," Caretaker said calmly, stepping into the room. "Can you tell me why you're hiding? Are you doing something you think you aren't supposed to?"

Whumpee let out an ashamed whine and was still for a moment. Suddenly, they leaped up onto the bed where Caretaker could see them.

The demihuman was looking away in shame, and their ears drooped pathetically. They were dressed in a big white sweater that was entirely too big and a pair of shorts that they were struggling to hold up. Whumpee ducked their head. "I– I didn't know you were coming in... I'm sorry, I'll take them off–"

They were cut off as Caretaker tackled them in a hug, squeezing them closer. "Whumpee," they exclaimed, "you're wearing clothes! I'm so proud of you, love!" Caretaker ruffled Whumpee's hair encouragingly.

Whumpee, taken aback, hugged Caretaker. "I'm... allowed to?"

"Yes, yes! Of course, love. Though... we should probably get you some clothes that fit you a little better."

Whumpee nodded, sinking their head into Caretaker's chest. "Thank you... these are so comfy..."

@augusnippets day 7

Drowning/ waterboarding/ choking

Murder, loan shark situation, kidnapping

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Whumpee squirmed in their bonds, screaming through the gag in the back of the car. Whumper rode shotgun, while his personal driver took them god knows where.

One of Whumper's henchmen sat on either side of Whumpee, dressed in sleek black suits. They paid Whumpee's struggles no attention, watching out the tinted glass of the vehicle's windows.

Eventually, the car stopped. Whumpee was dragged out into the chilly night, finding themself on a bridge. The gag was pulled from their lips, and they were thrown to their knees before Whumper.

"Please, Whumper," they begged, looking up pleadingly. "I can have your money soon, i promise. I'm good for it, really!" Whumpee knew what was coming. They'd be beat again and dropped off at home, just like every other time. Maybe Whumper would even take a finger or two.

Whumper chuckled, kicking Whumpee onto their back. He snapped his fingers at his guards, ordering, "Untie him."

Whumpee's limbs were freed, Whumper's boot pressing down on their chest. Whumper's voice was smooth and unhurried as he spoke, "Whumpee. You've missed your payments for six months. I'm afraid it's over for you, friend."

"What? Whumper, come on, buddy! We're friends here, we can work this out!" Whumpee raised his hands, laughing nervously. "Let's see, ah, I've got some money back at home, if you'll just drive me over th—"

Whumper kicked Whumpee in the face, and they groaned in pain. "Fuck, come on! I promise, man, i just— what are you doing?"

One of Whumper's men was securing a rope to Whumpee's ankle, tied to a cement block.

"Hey- hey! No, no, please, we can work this out! Stop, Whumper, please stop them! No!"

The henchmen lifted the heavy brick over the bridge's edge, holding it and waiting for Whumper's command.

"Whumper, No!" Whumpee cried out, shaking their head.

Whumper's boot came off Whumpee's chest. "This is why you don't fuck over my people. Goodnight, Whumpee."

The brick dropped, and Whumpee was pulled with it, plummeting towards the dark, unforgiving water.

@augusnippets day 19

Collared / Branded / Chipped

Captivity, pet whump, kidnapping, noncon surgery

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Whumpee groaned, opening his eyes. He had no idea where he was or why he wasn't waking up in his own bed. All he knew was his head ached painfully, and the lights were way too bright.

"Ahh, there we are!" a man spoke cheerfully beside Whumpee, and he turned, squinting his eyes against the bright light. The man gasped softly. "Oh, I'm sorry, puppy. Are the lights too harsh. Let me get that for you."

The lights dimmed, and Whumpee could look around. The man he was speaking to was a tall, muscular man with a sweet smile. He was in a small room with a bed, stuffed animals, a mini fridge, and a large kennel.

Whumpee was lying on a metal table with the man standing over him. He seemed friendly enough, but the circumstances seemed to prove otherwise.

"Where am I..? What did you call me?" Whumpee sat up, only to be pushed back down gently.

"Just relax. You don't need to worry."

Whumpee felt a stinging in his arm, looking over to find it bandaged. "W- why is my arm—"

"I chipped you! Gotta make sure my new puppy can't run off!" Whumper grinned, lifting a collar and snaking out around his throat. "Now... let's see if we can't get you trained."