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The trenches of unconsciousness part slowly, greeting Whumpee with thickly filled ears. They attempt to make out the voices around them, though they're thwarted simply through their exhaustion. Whumpee attempts to pry their leaden eyelids apart and whines through a sigh at all the light. The little noise is all it takes to drag unwanted attention.

"Shhh. Hey it's okay, it's nothing. Go on back to sleep," what is likely supposed to be a comforting hand taking through their hair causes a fast reaction.

The heart rate monitor pierces through the muddy haze of Whumpee's conscious. Whumpee struggles, attempting to move away from the hand, simply ending up with a weak flail.

"Hey, it's okay little raven. You're safe with me." Caretaker's nickname pushes through their panic and they stop fighting. "There we go, sleep little raven. You need to rest now."

Whumpee sighs in something similar to relief as they let their words sink in. As the abyss of unconsciousness swallows them once more, they feel Caretaker kiss their forehead. They'll be okay for a while longer.

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Content: Recovery, nail/skin biting, past captivity, mentioned escape.

Whumpee who bites and picks at their skin and nails until they bleed. A habit they developed during captivity due to a mixture of boredom and stress, but now can't get rid of. Absentmindedly gnawing at any part of their hands that can bear to be touched, needing to wear gloves at all times because they'll start without even realising. Crying because the pain is so bad; the slightest touch and their raw skin screams in protest, but they're doing it to themselves. They should be able to just stop, right?

Thinking they've finally started to get somewhere, but then something happens and they start up again. Wanting to hold someone's hand but being unable to because it hurts so bad. People not wanting to touch their hands because of how attacked they are.

some whump stuff on here is just so funny to me.

bc it’ll be smth like ‘Whumpee just got an invitation from Whumper, they say it’s urgent. Whumpee figures they might as well, Whumper’s a nice guy anyways’, and like it’s just so funny!!

bc logically ik that the whumpee/whumper names are just placeholders, but reading about Whumpee or someone else deciding whether or not to trust this guy named Whumper is just hilarious to me. idk. do you guys get it??

overly intimate whumpers who touch and hold their whumpees.

whumpees who a: have been there so long and are so touch-starved that they eventually just lean into it, or b: have been there as long as they can remember and think that’s what love is

caretakers who are horrified when they find out the reason whumpee braces themself when they’re hugged

caretakers being heartbroken at how touch-starved whumpee is, the way they’d do anything to be held

question for y’all whump writers!!

hello tumblr whump community!! i am here to offer y’all a game.. 👀

Whumpee is out on a nice walk in the forest, when they are suddenly (and rudely!) interrupted. if you’d like, you can see if you can help get them out alive..

will you play?

yes: click ‘read more’ no: ..scroll, i guess???

Whumpee continues contentedly up their trail in the forest next to their house. It’s a beautiful fall day out, their absolute favorite kind of day. The air is cool, the wind is blowing, and the leaves are crunchy and falling. They have their headphones in, listening to their favorite playlist.

They’ve been out here for a while. They have a few texts from Caretaker that they haven’t responded to yet, asking when they’ll be home. They’ll answer in a few minutes probably. Or not. Caretaker’s used to them being completely off the radar when they go on walks.

Suddenly, their music cuts off. Whumpee scowls and digs their phone out of their pocket, trying to unpause it. Their headphones are dead. That definitely takes a lot of the fun out of their walk. They should’ve been more responsible and charged their headphones.

With a sigh, Whumpee continues walking. Without their music, they’ll probably head back sooner than later. Just not yet.

And then they hear gunshots. Probably not a big deal, there are hunters in the woods, and Whumpee is wearing their bright yellow sweater that Caretaker always makes them wear in the woods during hunting season.

Still, it sounds kind of close. There’s only about two gunshots and then the sound cuts out.

A tiny prick of unease goes up Whumpee’s spine.

Maybe they should go home. But it’s such a nice day out and they don’t wanna.

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Free time

Takes place after the "a gift" fic

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

Violence, death threat, whump, makeshift crucifixion, hand whump, nsfw, master/pets, 1 whumper 2 whumpees, defiant whumpee consentual nsfw, bdsm, cropping, cbt(?), boy in lingere (🥵), interrupted/walked in on, dubcon/noncon later on

So that nobodys confused,

Oliver refers to Noah as "pet, puppy," etc.

THEY ARE ALL HUMAN. OLIVER IS JUST INTO PETPLAY 🧍‍♂️

Noah refers to Oliver as "Oliver" or "master."

Aaron will only refer to him as "Oliver."

Oliver is 35ish

Noah is 29ish

Aaron is 28ish

\♡/

Things were better since Aaron had been taken captive alongside him. It hurt to admit this, he hated knowing he was the reason for his boyfriend's kidnapping, but the selfish side of him was elated that Aaron was here.

Noah had grown used to sleeping alone within his massive cage, only cuddled up with the massive fluffy comforters he was spoiled with. On the worst nights, he would either suck on a dildo to lull him to sleep or push one inside himself to keep him company.

Now, though, he had Aaron. Aaron would hold him close and whisper sweet nothings to him until he finally fell asleep. Aaron would let Noah suck on his fingers instead of one of the silicone toys in the cage. They hadn't done anything sexual together since their reunion; one or both of them were either too tired or too injured to do anything. Even that first night where it was promised to them, they couldn't find it in themselves to do anything but cuddle and cry and talk.

Master, who Aaron would only refer to as Oliver, took Aaron away often to punish him. It hurt to think about his boyfriend being tortured as he had been in the beginning. Maybe they could both be okay, but Aaron just wouldn't behave. Noah had learned long ago that behaving was safer. It got him rewarded and spoiled by Master.

Noah glanced through the cage's bars to the bedroom door. Oliver had dragged Aaron out of the cage by his hair not to long ago. Aaron had made a snide comment for the billionth time and ticked Master off.

He got up and walked to the dresser that had recently been added to the cage. He looked over some of the more casual clothes, then finally caved and opened the bottom drawer. He slipped on some lacy lingerie, smiling at himself. On top of that, he quickly threw on an oversized sweater and shorts. If Master decided to fuck him after he dropped off Aaron, he'd have a pleasant surprise. Or, he thought, maybe he and Aaron would have some time?

Noah got up from the bed and grabbed the novel that Oliver had just got for him. Master had explained that he'd been particularly well behaved and that "my pretty pet must get so bored while his cagemate's busy being whipped, huh?"

He sat down on his beanbag, sinking in and opening his book to the first page.

\◇/

Aaron brought his elbow against Oliver's side as hard as he could while the man tried to hold his wrists together. Oliver grunted, stumbling backwards a bit, but keeping a tight hold on his wrists.

"Fuck off! Don't fucking touch me, creep!" Aaron snarled, thrashing against the barely taller man.

"Why won't you fucking stop already?" Oliver hissed back, shoving Aaron through the door into the 'punishment room.' Aaron preferred to call it a torture chamber, as it really was.

He fought back feverently, kicking and scratching as he was shoved against the metal table.

As Oliver released his wrists, he spun and lunged forward, clamping his teeth down on Oliver's shoulder.

"Shithead!" Oliver spat, raising his arms to shove the other off. Aaron took his chance, swinging his fist and getting Oliver right in the lip. Oliver stumbled back, hand over his mouth. "Ow-"

Aaron chuckled, backing up and preparing to swing at Oliver again.

He wasn't prepared for the electric prong that suddenly jabbed into his side. He cried out, collapsing to the ground in agony. Oliver scooped him up and lazily slammed him against the table.

Aaron's head slammed against the metal, his ears ringing with pain. He kicked out in protest as Oliver sat on him and began to strap him to the table. The pain in his side began to numb out, then came back in sharp, agonizing waves.

"You're lucky my pet likes you. If I killed you, he'd probably go batshit and off himself." Oliver strapped his wrists and ankles down too tight and got off of him, spitting out a little blood onto the concrete floor. "Don't think that means you're safe, either. Eventually he's gonna die or get bored of you, and that means i can finally twist your fucking neck."

He didn't even react to the notion that Noah would get 'bored' of him. Something inside him snapped when Oliver mentioned Noah's eventual death. "Die?! Over my rotting corpse, if you touch a fucking hair on-"

Noah punched him solidly in the gut, knocking the wind out of him and cutting him off. "Calm down, holy shit. I don't intend on killing him- not for a long time at least. I love my sweet, obedient little pet, I can assure you."

"Hes n-not your fucking pet. Neither of us are." Aaron narrowed his eyes at his captor.

"You both are, dear. You'll understand eventually." Before he could react, a knot of cloth was forced between his teeth and tied around his head. "Now, let's see if we'll make any progress tonight."

•••

\♡/

Noah heard feet thundering towards the door and looked up quickly. He'd finished a good portion of his novel in the time the two had been gone. Quickly, he dog-eared the page and slipped the book away.

Aaron came through the door first, stumbling heavily. His skin was littered with bruises, cuts and burns; enough to make Noah's heart curl with empathy.

Master was right behind him, fingers laced through the barely shorter boy's hair. Signs of Aaron's retaliation were evident; a busted lip, scratches on his hands, and even a bruised bite mark on his shoulder.

"Get the fuck in your kennel, mutt." Oliver snarled, opening the massive cage's door and shoving Aaron through in a not-so-graceful manner.

Aaron groaned, struggling to his knees and heaving up to his feet. He threw himself at the cage door not seconds after Master had locked it.

"Sit, vermin." Oliver ordered, eyes narrowing as Aaron's bound hands gripped the bars defiantly. Aaron stayed standing, despite his wobbly, injured legs. He tutted softly and grabbed the remote to Aaron's shock collar. Slowly, the pain got the best of Aaron and he fell to his hands and knees.

"Master, no!" Noah gasped, throwing himself out of the beanbag chair and wrapping his arms around Aaron's waist. "Don't hurt him, please!"

"Dearest, please get off of him." Oliver's voice was sweet, but there was a warning look in his cold, blue eyes.

"But- but-"

"Now. Go sit back on your beanie chair, kay?"

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he kept a hold on Aaron's torso.

"Pup, are you stupid? Do we need to go and get hypnotized again?" Noah bit his lip softly and shook his head. "Crawl back to your chair."

Noah dropped to his knees and made his way to the beanbag on all fours. He curled up and watched as Aaron gritted his teeth and stood again.

Oliver turned his eyes to Noah once, then clicked Aaron's remote. The boy struggled to stand, clinging to the bars as his only support. His muscles convulsed as the electricity shot through him.

"Master, stop it! He'll be good!" Noah cried as Aaron crashed again to the padded ground. He watched as his boyfriend continued to shiver and twitch. His jerking hands shot up to grip the collar. "Please... please stop... you're hurting him!"

Master finally stopped and tucked his remote away, coming right up to the bars of the cage and crouching. "Noah, sweet puppy. You know why I have to punish Aaron, right?"

Tears were threatening to fall from Noah's eyes. "Y-yes."

"Mhm. So if he wants better treatment, he'll behave, right?"

"Yes." Noah's voice croaked. His boyfriend was staring at Oliver with unhinged hatred in his eyes. Noah looked back up to Master. "You'll stop hurting him, though, right?"

"That's up to him, pet. Will he behave?" Oliver raised one of his dark brows, taking a few backwards steps to the doorway.

"He will!" Noah declared at the same time as Aaron shook his head fiercely.

"Whatever. Ive gotta go now. Noah, be a good pup, will you?" Noah forced a weak smile and nodded. "Love you!" Master waved to him and left.

Noah responded with a small 'mhm' and waited for the door to slam shut. He jumped at Aaron and pulled him into a hug. Both of their cheats heaved as they tried not to cry. Noah failed at this, snivveling against Aaron's shoulder.

He got to work on Aaron's restraints after a second, untying the tight knots that bound his wrists. As soon as the wrist restraints and gag were undone, Aaron leaned forward to pull Noah back into the tight hug.

"Oh, Aaron, I'm so glad you're here." Noah whispered, clinging to the other boy tightly. "Are you okay? You look so-" he choked up, trying to steady his breath.

"Im fine." Aaron assured, though Noah felt him flinch as his hand slid up and down his side gently.

They held eachother for a long while, enjoying the other's presence. It must have been ten minutes before either moved. Noah had stopped crying and relaxed against Aaron.

"Noah?" Aaron whispered softly, his hand slithering up Noah's back and under his long hair to cradle the back of his neck.

"Yeah?" Noah nuzzled further against his boyfriend's chest.

"You wanna do something while we have some free time?" Aaron hummed, his lips right against Noah's neck.

"Yeah, id like that," Noah responded, getting the hint, "as long as you're not too hurt to."

"Im fine, love," Aaron soothed. "Can i be rough?"

"You know what i like~" Noah purred, feeling his face heat up. He shifted so he was almost sitting in his boyfriend's lap.

Aaron's hand trailed down the soft fabric of the back of Noah's sweater, stopping at the elastic that lined his back. "Hm? What's this?" Aaron pulled away slightly, running his finger along the ridge to where it looped around in the front.

Noah flushed, sucking in his bottom lip and bowing his head. He'd completely forgotten about the lingerie he'd put on earlier.

"Wait, don't tell me; i wanna see for myself." Aaron smiled excitedly, kissing Noah on the nose.

Noah almost fell as Aaron suddenly hoisted him up to his feet and dropped him on the bed ungracefully. Noah felt butterflies flutter in his chest as he was manhandled by his boyfriend.

Aaron's cold fingers reached under Noah's soft sweater, resting around his hips. "Fuck, you don't know how long I've needed this, baby." He slowly lifted Noah's sweater, taking his sweet time.

Once he got to the bottom of the lingerie, he smirked, quirking a brow at Noah. "Oh~?" He lifted the sweater all the way off, a grin splitting his face. "All dressed up, hm?"

"Do you like it?" Noah responded, glancing down at the lingerie that decorated him.

"Like it?" Aaron's fingers pinched the elastic at the bottom. He pulled back slowly, causing Noah's breath to hitch. "Baby, I love it."

A thwip cut though the air and Noah moaned as the elastic snapped back to his skin with a twinge of pain.

Noah dug his teeth into the skin of his lip, feeling his face heat up impossibly more.

"You like that?" Aaron's voice was low and was laced with lust. Noah nodded, getting flustered from his tone of voice alone.

Noah felt Aaron's finger slowly move under the band, picking it back up at some point and snapping it down again. Pain tingled into pleasure.

Master had hit him plenty of times for misbehaving, but his punishments were always separate from sex. During sex, Noah was always over-smothered with love, and during punishments, there was no care for Noah's feelings or well-being.

But with Aaron? The punishments worked in tandem with the pleasure. They interlocked smoothly and Aaron would always, always stop when it got to be too much for Noah.

He was snapped back into the present by Aaron's hand around his throat. Noah waited for his windpipe to be smothered, as it often had been by Oliver.

Instead Aaron's fingers found Noah's pulse and pressed, not too hard and not too soft. "Can you take your shorts off for me, Noah? I'm gonna grab some- supplies for us."

"Yeah, I can." Noah responded breathily. He felt a little more pressure against the base of his throat and suddenly remembered what Aaron had liked to be called. "Sir! Yes, sir."

"Good boy. And you can keep the rest on for now, yeah?" Aaron took a step back, turning towards the cubby on the wall opposite the cage's bars.

Noah scrambled to take off his shorts, involuntarily whining when he saw his own erection straining the lace of his bottoms.

When he looked back up, Aaron was holding a riding crop and four sets of handcuffs.

\◇/

Aaron chuckled softly as he saw the awed look on Noah's face. "Don't be so shy~ Lay down for me."

Noah laid back, his arms stretching up so that they were close to the posts. Aaron cuffed him securely, careful not to shut them too tight.

"Goooood job, Noah." Oliver gushed as he moved to the other end of the bed to secure his ankles. "Its been a while since we've done this. Remember the safeword?"

When Noah looked lost, Aaron stroked his fingers down his cheek. "That's okay. The safeword is 'grape.' We'll use the traffic-light system, too. That'll be the only way we stop, okay?"

"Understood, sir~" Noah purred, testing the restrains with a pull on each one.

Aaron squeezed the riding crop's handle once, then brought it up to Noah's chest. He trailed it over the his boyfriend's skin, even teasing at the lingerie. Aaron grinned as goosebumps dotted Noah's skin.

"Little slut," Aaron circled Noah's lace-covered pec a couple times, noting how his breath hitched and his shoulder tensed, "wearing lingerie under your clothes? You're just begging to be fucked, arent ya?~"

Aaron snapped the crop down on Noah's nipple, enjoying the yelp that escaped from his parted lips.

"M-master is gonna be upset if you m-mark me up, sir." Noah pulled his limbs in slightly; all he could move with the small amount of slack he had.

"Oh," Aaron smirked, "that's too bad, isn't it? Because I'll carve my name into the skin of your back if that's what it takes for you to remember whose you are."

"But- what if Master gets angry at us?" Noah worried his lip. "He might want to punish us, and-"

"Ill take the punishment. This was all my idea anyway." Aaron reassured his boyfriend.

"But Master-"

Aaron snapped the whip against Noah's abdomen, just hard enough to sting. A breathy moan filled the air. "Master this, Master that. Don't think about him right now. Think about us. Unless you'd like me to stop?"

"Dont stop!" Noah gasped, trying to pull his legs in, but only pulling his restraints taut.

Aaron brought the leather down on Noah's thigh, reveling in how he squirmed and cried out in pleasure. "Your thighs have always been so sensitive, I love it~"

Noah continued to moan and gasp as Aaron snapped the leather at his inner thighs.

He brought his hand down to tug off the lingerie, ripping it from Noah's hips. He seemed surprised, but didn't protest.

Aaron mustered the courage to bring the crop up the underside of Noah's length. He could've died from the way the other boy whimpered his name so breathily.

Experimentally, Aaron pushed Noah's dick to the side and let it spring back up. Noah bucked his hips and curled his fingers into fists, his breath catching in his throat.

Without warning, he whipped the crop against the side of Noah's dick. Noah cried out, his entire body trying to curl in on itself. "Ow, fuck~ ow, ow~"

Aaron's heart dropped. "Im sorry, are you alright? I should have asked, oh my god-"

"Do it again," Noah interrupted, his chest heaving, "please, sir?"

A flood of warm relief washed over Aaron. He raised the crop once more and, a bit harder, hit Noah's sensitive sack.

"Oh, fuck~!" Noah cried out, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Aaron tapped it gently at Noah's thigh to tease him, then at last set it down and crawled onto the bed and straddled him.

\♡/

Noah could barely stand how much of a tease Aaron was, but he loved it. He nearly drooled as Aaron pulled off his shirt. It pained him to see all the scars and burns, but he did his best to focus on his boyfriend's beauty instead.

Eagerly, Noah waited for Aaron to dip his thumbs below his waistband and take off his sweats. He waited. And waited.

"You want me to take them off?" Aaron asked, a smirk on his lips.

"Ye-mph-" Noah began, cut off by Aaron's hand on his jaw and thumb hard against his tongue He couldn't help but close his lips around it and suck.

"What was that? I can't hear you." Aaron teased.

"Mmmmnnn," Noah moaned around his thumb, trying to come off as a whine.

"Aw, isn't that sweet?~" Aaron gushed, his thumb passing over Noah's tongue. "You-"

Wham!

The bedroom door slammed open and Master stormed in. By the look in his face, Noah knew he was on a warpath. He shot Aaron a significant look.

Aaron just grinned.

"Mutt, you get the FUCK off of my pet. You have approximately ten seconds before i bash your fucking brains in." Oliver slammed his suitcase on his bed and searched his pockets for his keys.

Noah's eyes were wide with urgency as he looked up at Aaron. As he was looking up, he remembered the camera in the cage with a sinking feeling.

Aaron looked amused, simply removing his thumb from Noah's lips. He looked away from Noah to meet Master's eyes. Oliver was shooting daggers at them both, sticking his key into the lock. As the barred door squealed open, Master stormed in menacingly.

Aaron popped his saliva-doused thumb into his mouth with a satisfied hum.

At the same time Oliver gripped a fistful of Aaron's bleach-blond hair and chucked him to the padded floor.

"Fucker," Master hissed. A thud followed by a soft groan made Noah cringe. He couldn't see off the bed due to his restraints, but could guess what was happening.

Oliver turned back to Noah, glaring at him in a way he hadn't seen in months. "Oh, pet. Im disappointed. You really though this was allowed? Are you fucking dumb?"

"No, sir, i-" he cried out as Oliver's hand hit his cheek. "Master! I meant Master, im so sorry." Noah tugged at his restraints.

"Ill have to punish you for this one." He hummed, frowning. "Haven't had to do that for a while. And- oh, no, he marked you?" Oliver laughed humorlessly, glaring down at Aaron.

Aron piped up, "don't hurt him, it was my ooph-" Noah easily guessed he had been kicked again.

"I think i have the prefect punishment idea for you two." Oliver nodded, as if approving his own thoughts. "Arron, it was so kind of you to tie him up for me, itll be so much easier now."

"It wasn't for you," Aaron sneered from his place on the floor, "it was so i could f- ow, shit-"

"Stop talking, god you're annoying." Oliver slung Aaron over his shoulder with minimal effort. He dropped Aaron right on top of Noah, grabbing a metal cuff and securing him to the bedpost.

Noah coughed at the heavy pressure, then relaxed as he felt Aaron's lips against his neck. Aaron wrapped his limbs around Noah as best he could with the one restrained arm.

Oliver glared at the pair for a bit, then stormed out of the cage. He disappeared into his closet and rustling noises could be heard.

"I won't let him hurt you," Aaron whispered, then reattached his lips to Noah's throat. Noah held back time moans that wanted to come out as Aaron sucked hickies into his skin.

Master stomped back in with a drill and some screws. He slammed the cage door and dropped his supplies on the floor.

Noah watched as Aaron was uncuffed and started to be dragged off of him.

"This might hurt, baby. Hang in there for a sec." Aaron whispered in Noah's ear. A second later, Noah had to hold in a yelp as arms and legs hugged tight around him.

"Let go of Noah before I snap your wrists." Master snarled, tugging at him. Aaron kept a strong grip, his lips leaving gentle kisses and bites on Noah's neck.

"Aaron, let me go, you heard him." Noah whispered urgently.

"Im not scared of that asshole." Aaron mumbled, though he was losing grip on Noah.

"Mutt, let my pet go, or ill punish him more than i planned to," Master threatened. Aaron finally let go, his face intense with emotion.

"Dont fucking touch him! He didn't do anything!" Aaron cried as he kicked and struggled. Oliver grabbed his drill and a large screw, pinning Aaron to the wall with his body weight. His hand was forced against the wall and the screw was set against it.

Noah knew to stay quiet, but couldn't suppress a whine as the drill whooshed on. The sound of the flesh ripping was nauseating. Worse, though, were Aaron's pained, shallow breaths.

As soon as the drill's whirring stopped, he managed to look back up. Blood trickled from Aaron's skewered left hand, dripping down the otherwise clean wall. Noah managed to keep the bike from rising too high in his throat. Barely.

He couldn't pull his eyes away as the drill forced a screw through Aaron's other hand, finally vomiting a little when a crack sounded through the air.

"Master?" Noah whimpered, so pathetically that he was ashamed.

Oliver dropped his drill at Aaron's feet, turning to Noah. His eyes softened considerably as he reached down to cup his cheeks. "Yes, love?"

Noah found it hard not to pull away as his boyfriend's blood was pushed against his cheeks. "Why- what are you doing? Please don't hurt him." His voice was shriveled, cracking with fear.

"I know, I know. I usually would do this in the basement, but youre already right here- this is easier. Ill make sure i clean all your bedding up and scrub the walls."

I dont care about the bedding, Noah wanted to cry. "What's the punishment?"

"Ah, well," Oliver seemed to cheer up. "Im gonna stuff you full of toys," his bloodied finger pointed to Aaron, who was kicking furiously, "and he's going to watch."

Better off Robbed

Ch 1- Recruiter's Unit

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

Whump, bbu, kidnapping, drugging.

♡♤◇♧ ° ● ° ♧◇♤♡

Felix tossed and turned in his bed. He hadn't slept the past few nights, hearing what sounded like talking outside his apartment window. He'd only been there a year, if that, and he still felt like he was just settling in.

What sounded like a footstep outside made him jump, his heart racing. He stared at his closed door for a bit, then brushed it off as an animal. It had to be an animal.

Am animal that jiggled the doorknob. Right- normal. Felix curled further into his blanket, trying and failing to control his terror.

And then glass smashed and Felix was on the ground between his bed and the wall. He reached up and frantically dug through his blankets for his phone.

Dead.

He clicked frantically at the power button, to no avail. He held back a cry of frustration, setting his phone back down.

Several pairs of footsteps thundered through his apartment. Heavy-booted feet, he could tell. He heard the intruders approach the door and felt his heart speed up so much he was sure anybody in the vicinity could hear.

He was being robbed. Fuck.

"I- I have a gun," he called. "Go away or I'll shoot!" That was partially true. There was a gun in the other side of the room his father had insisted he kept. Felix knew he'd never shoot it, even at the criminals robbing his apartment.

The door crashed open. The lught flicked on. A group of five people stormed in. They wore black suits and masks, two of them armed.

"My wallet and keys are on the nightstand." He said immediately. "Take what you want, I won't stop you. Don't shoot me, please. Don't shoot me." He put his hands in the air, shaking.

The two armed people in the back of the group stood silently on either side of his bedroom doorway, gun not even aimed at him. Two of the remaining three seized his arms and he shrieked, flailing helplessly against their strength.

"No, no! Don't kill me! I won't call the cops, I swear! Take what you want!" Felix cried as he was dragged up on his mattress and held down.

The fifth member of their group approached him– unarmed, he realized.

Through his tears, he read the label on that intruder's uniform.

WRU inc.

Recuiter's unit

WRU? Where had he seen that before?

His head was forced upwards, his throat exposed. Over his cheeks, he could see a syringe pulled out, the needle glinting dangerously.

"Nononono, please don't!" Felix cried out and squirmed as the needle was plunged into his throat. He continued to thrash as the plunger was pushed down.

This can't be happening. I'm dreaming. Felix tried to convince himself, his whole body shaking.

The person holding the syringe made a signal towards the two holding him down and they released his arms. He tried to swing his fist up, then realised his arms wrte too heavy to lift. His brain was cloudy and unfocused now and Felix fought to keep his eyes open.

The last thing he remembered was being lifted and carried out of his room before he fully passed out.

vampire whump drabble

vamp!whumpee, sadistic whumper, starvation, begging, psychological torture (?)

Whumpee was starving.

They squirmed against the chains that dug into their wrists and neck. They were so hungry. Whumper had given them just bread and water for what felt like an eternity. food that would barely add an ounce of nutrition to a vampire's diet.

"Can I have blood? Please?" Whumpee whispered finally, their voice weak with malnutrition.

"Hm. Mine?" Whumper asked, dropping the bread roll haphazardly. "Maybe. Dunno."

"Please? I'm so fucking hungry. I need it, i have to have it." They felt themself slump against the chains.

"Aww, that's adorable." Whumper's smile was a lie. It was sickeningly sweet like poisoned honey. "Beg for me some more, and I'll think about it."

"Can I have some blood? Ill be good for you, i swear." They raised their head as whumper began to pet them, putting on a false smile. "Please?"

"Meh, no." Whumper decided, slamming the back of their head against the cement wall. "Cute, but not convincing enough."

Whumpee whimpered, shaking their head. "No, please. Please let me feed. Im gonna starve to death!"

Whumper shrugged, rubbing the sore spot on whumpee's head.

"Please, please, just one taste! just a drop! ill do anything, please!" Whumpee finally broke down, tears spilling down their cheeks.

"Oh? In that case, your wish is granted, dear."

Hope sparked in their chest for a moment and they sat up eagerly.

Whumper came forward and pried whumpee's mouth open forcefully. They shoved their thumb against whumpee's left fang until their skin broke.

There was a second of pure excitement when whumpee tasted the blood. Their whole body lit up with eagerness, every muscle tensing slightly.

And just as soon as the moment came, it was gone.

Whumpee whined and tugged against the chains desperately as whumper pulled their hand away.

"Huh," they said in crestfallen shock. "But- but-!"

"You asked for one drop, silly. I gave you precisely what you asked for." Whumper examined their bleeding finger for a second.

Whumper only replied with an amused laugh. They squeezed their thumb, a large red drop welling up and falling in slow motion to the floor.

"No! No, I didn't mean it- I need more!"

Whumpee's eyes tracked the drop as it splatted and absorbed into the rough concrete.

"No!" They cried, lurching forward and pulling muscles in both of their arms. They were so close to the little red splat, they could smell it.

Whumpee's eager sniffing hadn't escaped whumper. "Does that smell good, dear?" Their grin grew wider.

"Yes, yes, it do-" they stopped themself, pushing against the wall as whumper approached them. "Fuck, nono-"

Whumper smeared blood on whumpee's nose, directly under their nostrils. "There, much better! Bye, dear, I love you!" They kissed whumpee's cheek and turned away, heading for the stairs out of the basement.

"No, you can't leave me like this!"

The basement door slammed shut, leaving whumpee writhing in distress.

Starving.

Back home P1

Part 2

Blackmail/bribery, kidnapping, implied noncon, angst, intimate whumper, whumpee × caretaker

Caretaker's heart dropped as their phone rang. They had been dreading this call all day- did it have to happen now? With shaking hands, they checked the name.

Whumper

Caretaker glanced down at Whumpee in the bed next to them- asleep.

Quietly, they got up, waking out of the bedroom and into the living room.

They answered the call.

"Whumper, I-"

"Caretaker, you were supposed to have the money by noon. It's 10:00 at night, and I don't beleive I've received anything."

"I'm sorry, I don't have the money. Ive been saving up, i swear. I can get you a little over a thousand tomorrow, but i just don't have it."

"Oh, you don't, hm? I can't accept a quarter of what you owe me, that's just not how that works."

"Don't take them." Caretaker couldn't stop the waver in their voice. "Take whatever you want, but not them."

"But I don't want anything else. I want my pet."

"Please, Whumper-!"

"If you get me that thousand, you can have them all of tommorow. The day after, they're mine."

"No... please, rethink this." Caretaker had to cover the microphone to sniffle and wipe their tears on their sleeve.

"No can do. I'll send my men over to go grab them now."

"No!" Caretaker covered their mouth, hoping they didn't wake whumpee. "I'll get you the thousand. I just need one last day with them."

"Fine. It'll give me time to get their things prepared, they've been put away for so long now."

"You're a monster."

"I know. I'll talk to you later. Bye!"

"Fuck you."

Click.

Caretaker bursted into tears, collapsing onto the couch behind them. How would they survive without Whumpee?

They realised they were being selfish. Their poor Whumpee would have to go back to Whumper. After months of being reintroduced into regular life, it would all be ripped away from them. Caretaker's heart sunk with guilt.

Whatever happened, Caretaker would make tomorrow the best day of whumpee's life. They could make it work with the few hundred they had saved up alongside the thousand.

♡♡♡♡♡ Whumpee POV / timeskip ♡♡♡♡♡

Whumpee woke up with a stretch, yawning silently. They noticed with a smile that Caretaker was spooning them from behind. They squeezed their weighted stuffed dinosaur, closing their eyes. Mornings with Caretaker had always been nice, but this morning felt heavenly.

Caretaker was awake, they could tell. Whumpee felt them shift behind them.

"Mornin', Whumpee," Caretaker hummed, reaching up to rub their shoulders. "Sleep good?"

"Mhm, what about you?" Whumpee relaxed, sighing softly as they were massaged.

"I slept great." Caretaker said, pressing a kiss to whumpee's shoulder.

Whumpee felt Caretaker's shirt brush against their bare back. They paused in confusion. "Didn't you fall asleep without a shirt? Have you been up?"

Caretaker placed another kiss on the back of their neck. "Maybe. Come see?"

"Mmmm... i just wanna lay here forever." Whumpee rolled to face Caretaker, smiling.

"Come on," Caretaker urged, cupping whumpee's cheeks. "Breathe in through your nose once."

Whumpee rolled their eyes, doing as they were asked. A strong scent hit their nose instantly. "Bacon?"

They jumped up eagerly, hugging Caretaker tight.

"You're the best!" Whumpee exclaimed, both of them erupting in a bout of giggles.

"Only the best for you." Caretaker scooped whumpee up, carrying them bridal style to the kitchen.

Whumpee laughed some more, then finally calmed down and caught their breath. Caretaker sat them at the island in the kitchen. In front of them was a breafast of waffles, bacon, and eggs.

"God, I don't deserve you." Whumpee sighed, picking up their fork and starting to eat.

"Whumpee?" Caretaker sat next to them.

"Yes, love?"

"If you had one day left to live, what would you do?"

Whumpee frowned. "Any reason you're asking?"

"Not at all, just wondering. It's kind of a fun question, isn't it?" Caretaker stared straight ahead of them.

"Well, I'd spend it with you. The fair's in town, so if today was my last day, I'd go do that," they squeezed Caretaker's hand, "with you."

Caretaker smiled, nodding. "Yeah? Get dressed, then, once you're done eating."

Whumpee grinned. "We're going to the fair? How are we gonna afford that right now?"

"I have some money saved up. Don't worry about the cost of anything." Caretaker lifted Whumpee's hand, giving it a kiss. "Today is all about you."

♡♡♡♡♡ timeskip ♡♡♡♡♡

Whumpee held hands with Caretaker as they walked through the fairgrounds. They took another bite of their cotton candy, then waved it towards Caretaker's face.

"Have some!" They urged, pressing it against caretaker's lips. "You know you want it!~"

Caretaker rolled their eyes, taking a little nibble. "Delicious, love. It's getting late- you ready for dinner? Ive got us a reservation."

"Sure! We've rode everything at this point." Whumpee squeezed caretaker's hand. They had had an amazing night, and to top that with a nice dinner? "Today's been great, love."

"Yeah? I'm really glad to hear that. Wanna catch the fireworks after?"

♡♡♡♡♡ timeskip again ♡♡♡♡♡

Whumpee sat next to Caretaker on the blanket as the fireworks boomed overhead. They held hands, caretaker's thumb tracing up and down on whumpee's hand.

"I'm so lucky to have you..." Whumpee whispered. "You've helped me through so much- ever since you saved me from Whumper... Because of you, I'm myself again. I just want you to know that I'm thankful for everything. I love you."

Whumpee's heart froze as they saw caretaker's eyes water.

"Caretaker..?"

Whumpee was pulled into their arms suddenly. Caretaker held them tight, resting their head on whumpee's.

"Are you okay," they tried, hugging caretaker back.

"Yeah... i just- i love you too. I love you so much. Promise you'll always be strong for me?"

"I promise, baby."

"No matter what happens?"

"Caretaker, you're scaring me..."

"Please, whumpee." Caretaker squeezed them tighter.

"I promise."

"Do you wanna go home and cuddle?" Caretaker rubbed whumpee's back softly.

"That sounds nice, yeah." Whumpee watched the fireworks, worry burning in their gut. "Lets go relax."

♡

The ride home was silent for the most part. Whumpee kept a hand on Caretaker's thigh the whole time, rubbing their knee.

As soon as they were home, Whumpee followed Caretaker to the bedroom and crawled into bed.

Whumpee began to pull their shirt off, only stopping when caretaker grabbed their wrist.

"Leave it on," they whispered.

"Caretaker, you're being weird," Whumpee responded, furrowing their brow. "Is everything alright?"

Caretaker held their face tenderly. "It's- it's not. I can't tell you why, but I need you to listen to me, please. Keep your shirt on for tonight."

"Alright... I trust you." Whumpee wrapped their arms around Caretaker's waist, giving them a gentle kiss.

They both settled into bed, Caretaker curled firmly around Whumpee and Whumpee clinging to their dinosaur plush- just like every other night.

Except tonight was different. Caretaker held Whumpee extra tight, their fingers rubbing through their hair slowly. The quiet 'i love you's and gentle kiss kisses came more frequently. If Whumpee wasnt so sure something bad would happen, they wouldve been able to appreciate it better. They did their best, responding to each of the soft touches gratefully.

They let themself fall asleep as Caretaker's nails ran up and down their arm in a soothing motion.

"I love you... I love you so much." Caretaker whispered as they drifted off.

♡

Whumpee was startled awake as they heard heavy footsteps. They could tell Caretaker was still awake- they doubted that they had ever fell asleep. Their hands were still brushing up and down whumpee's arms. They stopped, gripping whumpee even harder.

"No," Caretaker whispered, their voice cracking. "No, no..."

Whumpee looked up, their veins running cold with ice.

The lights were flicked on and several people walked in and spread themselves around the room, their muscles visible through their outfits.

Whumper walked in last, in one of their favorite wine-red suits. They were grinning in their sadistic way, hands clasped behind them.

"Caretaker," Whumpee cried, turning towards the one holding them. "Caretaker, what's happening?"

Caretaker was crying, squeezing them even tighter.

"Ah, my pet~" Whumper purred, walking to the end of the bed. "Its been a while, eh?"

"Caretaker," Whumpee cried, clutching them in horror. "What's going on?"

"Did they not tell you? Oh, how tragic..." Whumper came to Whumpee's side of the bed and reached out to touch them. They screeched, pulling away. "C'mon, Caretaker. Why don't you tell them why we're here?"

"No," Caretaker cried. "You can't take them, please!" Two men came over and grabbed Caretaker, dragging them off. "No! Let me go! D-don't"

Whumpee got on their knees, still clutching their stuffed dinosaur. "No- let them go- what are you doing?" They reached out with one hand towards Caretaker, sobbing.

"Since Caretaker doesn't want to, I'll explain. Caretaker didn't make their full payment this month, and that means I get you back!" Whumper grabbed them by the shoulder and turned them so they were face to face. "God, I've missed you. That look in your eyes- the fear- its beautiful."

"P-payment?" They stuttered, looking helplessly between Caretaker and Whumper.

"You really have no clue? They pay me four thousand a month so they can keep you here. They failed to pay this month, so I get you back." Whumper caressed their shoulders, grinning. Whumpee struggled to get free. They turned to Caretaker.

"You were paying? C-caretaker! I could've gotten a job- why didn't you tell me?" Whumpee struggled further against whumper, still clinging to their stuffed animal.

"Stop fighting," Whumper whispered, suddenly very close to whumpee's ear. They stilled instantly, the commanding tone pulling back memories in their brain.

Caretaker kept teary eye contact with them. "Whumpee, don't let them get to you. You promised you'd stay strong for me, right?"

"You really think i can't break you again?" Whumper cooed in their ear. Their hands went from whumpee's shoulders down to their waist. Whumpee shuddered, breath picking up. "Hands and knees."

Whumpee's body obeyed without thought. As soon as they realised what had happened and were trying to sit back up, Whumper had found a firm grip on the back of their neck.

"That easy?" Whumper teased, holding them in place. They added to caretaker; "You could've had this to yourself all this time and you chose to treat them like a regular person... I don't get it, honestly."

"Please don't do anything to them." Caretaker blurted, pulling against the people that held them back.

As if in response, Whumper leaned down and pressed a kiss to whumpee's neck. It quickly turned worse as Whumper started sucking on the skin. Whumper gnawed at their neck like a hungry animal, finally pulling away with one last lick.

"You two, knock Caretaker out and put them out on the couch." Whumper spoke to their henchmen after wiping their lip. "I can take Whumpee to the van."

Whumper released whumpee's head and they immediately strained upwards. "Caretaker!"

"Whumpee-" Caretaker whispered as a needle was held to their neck.

"I love you." Whumpee whispered back, watching in despair as the needle was pushed into Caretaker's skin.

"I love you too..." Caretaker gasped, slowly going limp between the two people supporting them.

Whumpee watched them be carried away, wiping their tears on their sleeves. They felt the bed shift as Whumper sat behind them, dragging them up into their lap.

"Oh, pet~" Whumper purred, hands traveling up and down whumpee's torso. "Would you like to come with me, now?"

"No," Whumpee said, crying harder. "I wanna stay with Caretaker..."

"No can do~" They signaled to one of the two henchmen left in the room, and they set a backpack down in front of them. Whumper dug in the bag, pulling out what looked like an epi-pen. "This won't put you to sleep, but it will-"

"-paralyze me," Whumpee finished with a silent sob. "I know."

Whumper pressed a kiss to the side of their neck, making them jolt. "Such a smart pup~"

"I'm not- I'm not anyone's pup." Whumpee's voice was less confident than they intended. They squeaked as the pen was pressed against their throat.

In one last attempt, Whumpee brought their elbow down against Whumper's stomach and jumped up as the other recoiled. They only made it so far until they were knocked back to their knees. The needle was plunged into their neck as a boot dug firmly into their back.

"No-" Whumpee croaked, flailing in an attempt to fight the drug. Whumper scooped them back up, pulling the pen out of their neck. Whumpee's limbs were already going limp.

"Now, darling," Whumper cooed. "Lets get you back home."

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Logan and bugbear :]

Im rlly happy with how this turned out, but i was too lazy to do a background lol

It's an it.

Content- many whumpees, one whumper, sadistic whumper, mindbreaking, trained objectification, it as a pronoun (trained), pet whump, water torture mention, shock mention, captivity, family whump (whumpees are brothers), carewhumpee, nonhuman whumpees, human whumper, foul language, humiliation, stockholm (?), refusal to escape

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Onas paced inside his cell, the enchanted chain attached to his ankle clinking behind him noisily. His hooves clicked heavily on the dirty cement floor.

'Where the fuck is my brother?' His mind roared. Logan had taken Brilom well over an hour ago. This couldn't be good. His little brother was so defenseless.

Onas looked out from the bars of his cell, a few feet out of reach from them. He could see the lightbulb flicker in the hallway, agitating his sensitive vision.

The door at the end of the hall clicked open.

Logan walked in, his smug smile bolder than ever. He had a leash in hand- smooth genuine leather. Onas' heart twisted as he saw his brother dragged in on his knees. Several gauze bandages were draped across his body, soaking up the deep red blood. Onas noticed as they got closer that Brilom was dripping with water.

"Logan," Onas snarled, tugging at the end of his chain. His stupid, unbreakable chain. He set his feirce gaze on the man, gritting his teeth.

"Oh, Onas!" Logan gushed, tugging Brilom behind him. The smaller boy struggled to keep up. "Won't you look at my pet? I think I did it!"

Onas kept his voice level and slow, his fingers twitching into fists. "Did what, Logan?"

"You know you're supposed to call me Master." Logan's eyes narrowed with anger, then melted back into their natural smugness. "My pet knows for sure~"

The cell door, just out of Onas' reach, opened and Logan led Brilom inside, unclipping the leash from his collar.

Onas' heart dropped and his mind clouded with loathing for Logan. Brilom's head was down, his wet hair a curtain hiding his face. He was silent, unmoving.

"Logan, what did you do to him?" Onas didn't try to keep the hate from his voice this time, yanking uselessly against the chain.

"I broke it! After all this training, I finally did it!" Logan grinned, nudging Brilom's flank with the tip of his boot. "Pet, sit."

"He's not just gonna-" Onas cut off, mouth still open. Brilom dropped back into a kneeling position. His back was straight and his hands gripped his thighs.

"Yes, Master." Brilom's voice was a hoarse whisper. Onas couldn't see his face with his head still bowed.

"Chin up, Pet. Show your brother how good you are." Logan grabbed a handful of Brilom's hair, tugging it back. "Tell him."

Brilom held his head high, looking right into Onas' eyes. "I'm a good pet."

"Brilom-" Onas whispered, his whole body going cold. His brother's eyes were usually hazy due to his partial blindness but this- this was different. They were hopeless now, blank of any other emotion.

"Pet, go crawl to your brother. You two can relax together." Logan flicked his hand, letting go of his hair.

Brilom dropped back to his hands and knees, crawling within Onas' reach.

Immediately, Onas dropped to his brother's level. He pulled the drenched boy against his chest, squeezing.

"Brilom..." He pressed his forehead to the back of his brother's head breifly. "You're okay. I'm never gonna let him take you again."

"Oh, I'll take it whenever I want to." Logan grinned from the doorway.

"My brother," Onas growled, "is not an it."

Logan laughed a sick, mocking laugh. "Yes it is. And it is my pet. Which means I own it and can do with it what I please."

"He is not an it! He is a living, breathing satyr. If you even think that you-"

"It's an it." Brilom's small voice said. He was crying now. Everything went still for a moment. "It is master's pet, and it'll-" Brilom took a shaky breath. "-it will do anything its master asks it to."

"Brilom, you can't mean that!" Onas cried.

His brother shook his? Its? head. Onas turned his attention to Logan, who was standing outside the cell now. The door was still wide open.

"You know he can't fight back, you sick fuck! What did you do to him?"

Logan grinned. "Oh, you wanna see? I suppose ill have you watch the tape tomorrow morning. For now, I must go." Logan glanced at the open door, then back at Onas' chain. "I'll leave the door open, I think.

Pet, you will not leave this cell until I tell you to. If I find out you did, we'll do another round of water torture, alright? We don't want that, now do we?"

"I'll stay right here, master." Brilom assured, his already weak voice wavering in fear. Onas felt the other satyr shiver against him. "I'll be good."

"You aren't gonna take him." Onas growled.

Brilom jolted, hands flying up to grip the shock collar. The smaller satyr let out an anguished bleat as electricty ran through both of them.

"Every time you refer to it as a 'he,' I'm shocking it." Logan waved Brilom's collar's remote around. "I have cameras posted everywhere. Do what you think is best for it, alright?"

As Logan's nice boots clicked down the hallway, Onas loosened his grip on Brilom. As soon as the door at the end of the hall shut, he nudged Brilom forwards.

"This is your chance to escape," he urged, squeezing his sibling's hand. "Go. Don't look back. I'll find my way to you."

Brilom didn't move. "It can't go. Master told it to stay."

Onas could've cried. "You- you're really-" He turned Brilom to face him. "If you go home, you could go back to normal life. Doesn't that sound nice? You could see Mom again?"

"But- Master told it to stay. It wants- it needs to be good... it doesn't want Master to drown it again..." Brilom looked up at Onas with those sad, blue eyes.

"Oh, buddy..." Onas whispered. "You- you really want to be called an it?"

Brilom nodded. "Yes. It's an it now. Please."

"Fine. If it gets you from being hurt like that... you're still my brother though, okay?"

Brilom nodded, collapsing into Onas's chest in a sobbing heap. Onas wrapped his big arms around him- it and closed his eyes.

Only when it fell asleep did Onas let himself cry, nose pressed to the top of its head. Onas wouldn't let his sibling see him like this, not now.

The whumpee laid on the rocky pavement, attempting to catch their breath and at least regain some strength to continue fighting.

Blood ran down the corner of their mouth; forming a puddle beneath their chin.

Suddenly, they felt a hand touch the back of their head before it tangled its fingers in their hair, yanking their head up forcefully.

"You sure fought well I will admit," The whumper told with a small chuckle as they looked down at the injured whumpee. Though they were quite wounded; they could tell the Whumpee wouldn't give up quite yet.

"But it isn't over. Not until I'm satisfied. Not until I am sure the whole city knows how weak and pathetic you really are. You put on a tough facade but I will surely break that stupid illusion of yours!" The whumper explained, their tone growing louder as they spoke.

Just as the Whumper was about to continue, they felt a shapr stabbing pain in their leg. Just above the knee.

The whumpee had struck the Whumper with their knive's blade. The sudden action had shocked Whumper, making them loose grip on the Whumpee's hair.

"Shut up already. Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard." The Whumpee had said, though their voice was quite raspy from the fight previously.

A smile appeared on Whumper's face as they watched the Whumpee get back up and getting ready to fight once again. This would be fun.

What a fun quiz!

That's pretty accurate for me 😂😂🖤🖤

https://uquiz.com/O4A9nZ

I made a silly 10 question whump quiz. I wanna see if I can guess your favorite whump trope! Plz take? I think it's pretty fun! Please reblog with your result, I'd love to see and hear what you think!

Quirks/Habits Your Whumpee May Develop As a Result Of Trauma

Warning: Minor self harm.

Biting their nails/skin

Chewing the inside of their cheek

Saying 'no' to all new things

Repetitively running their hand up and down their arm/outer thigh

Gritting/grinding their teeth

Running their fingers through their hair

Zoning out during conversations

Getting defensive over minor things

Shutting down when things get too much

Sleeping to avoid stressful situations

Never making eye contact

Going non-verbal

Apologising far too much

Eating too much/not enough

Talking to themselves

Scratching their skin

Biting their lip

Shying away when people make sudden movements

Shivering at random moments

Saying 'ow' before anything has touched them

Blaming themselves even when It's not their fault

Punishing themselves when something goes wrong