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@augusnippets day 13

drugging / poison / cannibalism

forced/unwilling cannibalism, captivity, death mention

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Whumpee sat across from Whumper at the table, cutting into his food warily. Whumper watched with all too much interest, hands clasped together.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Whumpee asked before he could take a bite.

Whumper smiled kindly, averting his eyes to sip some wine. When the glass came back down, he spoke. "My apologies, dear. It's a new recipe— I'm eager to see you try it."

Whumpee nodded, shuffling his feet. A rattling sound came with it, caused by the chains securing Whumpee to the chair. "What's the recipe?"

"Lemon-pepper pork steak and rice."

Whumpee took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. "Mmh, not bad. Thank you for dinner."

"Of course, Whumpee. My pleasure. Really, you can thank Other Whumpee."

"What? Other Whumpee is dead."

"Why, he supplied our meat tonight." Whumper grinned, taking another bite. He frowned as Whumpee began to cough and try to regurgitate his food.

"You said it was pork!"

"What, never heard of long pig?"

@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 15

Bonus prompt: Relapse

SELF HARM TW, manic episode, destructive behavior, flashbacks, toxic and abusive relationship, lots of unhealthy stuff, sex mention

(lmk if im missing a tag!)

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Whumpee was breathing quick, hardly aware of where he was. His hands shook, his body shook— he shook.

His meds... where did his meds go? He stumbled into his bathroom, pulling open his medicine cabinet and grabbing the orange bottle. Empty.

Whatever. He didn't need those anyway! Great, just fucking great.

Chucking his bottle at the wall, Whumpee closed the cabinet, looking into the mirror on the door. He was a mess, his hair ruffled, pupils dilated, eyebags dark. He was a mess. A mess.

"You're a mess."

Whumpee physically winced as his ex-boyfriend's words rang in his head. He tried to block it out, but it was too late.

"You're a mess. Look at you!" Whumper had pushed Whumpee to the ground, his eyes dark. "What do you think you're doing, huh? Running away like a little bitch? You were supposed to be home an hour ago!"

Whumpee groaned, clutching his head. He didn't need to think about Whumper. Not now. Especially after Whumper had texted him again.

"I'm sorry, okay? I forgot to check the time and‐"

"Probably letting yourself get passed around that club, huh? Stupid whore."

Maybe it didn't hurt to read his text this time? Maybe he was in a better mood than the last time they'd spoken.

Maybe Whumper wanted him again.

He unlocked his phone, opening his messaging app.

"i miss you, baby. come over, please?"

Whumpee stared at the text, running a hand through his hair. Adrenaline flushed through his system— Whumper wanted him again! He typed back hastily, breaking out in laughter to fight the tears welling in his eyes.

"be there in 20. i miss you too."

"dont be late. Bring lube."

oh.

Whumpee sunk against the wall, leaning on his bathtub. Why did he need Whumper like this, even though he knew he was going to get hurt again? Why did he like it so much?

His eyes latched onto his razor. Without thinking, he grabbed it and began to dismantle it. Slipping out a razor blade with shaky fingers, Whumpee pressed it to his wrist. He sighed as he drew a line into his skin, watching blood dribble down his wrist.

He dragged it over his skin again. He had forgotten how great this felt.

How long had it been? Weeks? Months?

Whumpee didn't care. He'd sink into this pain and let it consume him until he was okay again.

And he'd go to Whumper's house looking like a mess.

@augusnippets day 16

Humiliation / dehumanization / conditioning

Continuation of Day 15

Self-harm, abusive relationship, unhealthy/toxic behavior, nsfwhump, dubcon, shaming of sex work, domestic violence, drugs mention

(Lmk if I'm missing a tag!!)

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Whumpee knocked on Whumper's door, trying to dry his tears as he waited. Maybe Whumper would be having a good day. Maybe he would comfort Whumpee.

The door opened, and Whumper looked down at Whumpee for a moment. He scoffed and signaled him in, looking rather amused.

"You look like hell," Whumper murmured, shutting the door as Whumpee made his way to the couch. "Couldn't at least pretty yourself up before coming to see me? And here I was thinking you cared."

Whumper's words bit into Whumpee, and he averted his eyes. "I- I'm not doing good right now, I kind of had a breakdown earlier, and-"

"Over what? What in your pampered little life has gotten you so worked up that you did all that, hm? Run out of cigarettes again?"

Whumpee squeezed his thumb. "Whumper, you know I've been clean six months."

"Oh? So what have you taken up instead, hm? Smoking weed now? Maybe you're selling your body to get your rocks off, huh?"

Whumpee subconsciously grabbed the sleeve of his sweatshirt, keeping his eyes on the floor. "Whumper, I'm not —"

"Ohhh, don't tell me," Whumper broke out in laughter, grabbing Whumpee's arm. "You're cutting? Really? What are you, a thirteen year-old girl?" He rolled the sleeve back, revealing the barely-scabbing cuts. He ran a finger over them, looking smug. "Christ, what a charity case you are."

"Listen, I–"

"Pfft, that's just pathetic. God, I don't know why I bother wasting time on you." Whumper rolled his eyes, reaching to pull off Whumpee's shirt. "At least you're a good fuck, huh?"

"Can you stop interrupting me?" Whumpee bit back, getting frustrated.

"Oh, could you just shut the fuck up? Jesus Christ." Whumper slipped his t-shirt off, grabbing Whumpee and pulling him to the bedroom. "All you do is talk."

Whumpee bit down on his lip, following Whumper into the bedroom. He sat back on the bed, looking up at Whumper. At least the sex was usually good.

Whumper pulled Whumpee's pants off, looking down at his thighs. "Seriously? Here too?" He mocked Whumpee's cuts, pushing his legs apart as he took his own pants off.

Whumpee said nothing, shame burning his face. He fought back tears, watching Whumper approach.

The taller man reached down and kissed Whumpee in his rough, dominant way. His hand threaded into Whumpee's hair, tugging him into place as Whumper's tongue dominated his mouth.

Whumpee sunk into the kiss, relaxing and wrapping his arms around Whumper's shoulders. He was lowered onto his back as Whumper straddled his hips, pinching at his injured thighs.

Whumpee squirmed, wincing. "S- stop that, it hurts..."

"Well, you obviously like pain if you're willing to do this to yourself."

"I don't like it!"

"Tell me you do." Whumper pushed into Whumpee, stretching him out.

Whumpee cried out, biting his lip, "I don't!"

Whumper smacked Whumpee across the face. "Tell me you do, or I'll hit you harder."

Whumpee pressed his face into Whumper's shoulder, trying to cover up his tears. He clung to Whumper, losing himself in the rhythm of his thrusts. "I like it," he murmured against the man's sweaty neck.

Whumper pulled out his phone, the flash shining in Whumpee's eyes.

"Say it again."

"Whumper—?"

"Again."

"...I like it."

"Good boy," Whumper purred. "I'll save that for later, baby."

Baby.

Whumpee held onto the petname for the rest of the night, glad to have pleased Whumper.

@augusnippets day 17

Forgiveness / Grace / Resolving a misunderstanding

Captivity, intimate whumper, past + future abuse, pet whump, carewhumping

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Whumpee had had a rough night. Whumper had taken them to some party where they'd been played with, manhandled, and beaten by Whumper's friends all night. Whumpee's body was all kinds of battered and hurt— he'd never gone through so much in one night.

Whumpee had just woken up, checking the clock Whumper provided for them in the basement and— fuck, he was up late!

Whumpee went to get to his knees, groaning in pain.

"Whumpee."

He yelped at the sound of Whumper's voice. "Whumper! Please, I- I'm sorry for being up late, I–"

"Shh, shh," Whumper soothed, lifting Whumpee up bridal style. "Oh, you look so sore... my poor pet." He pouted, shaking his head.

"H- huh? Aren't you mad?" Whumpee asked sheepishly.

"No, no. This is your first one of these, right?" Whumper headed up the stairs, carrying Whumpee effortlessly. "You went through a lot last night, and you took it like a champ. I'm proud of you, babydoll."

They reached the top of the stairs, and Whumper headed for his bedroom. Whumpee cleared his throat. "Uhm, t- thanks?"

Whumper's bedroom was a neat, cozy space. He had seemingly added a dog bed to one corner, with blankets and stuffed animals.

"You are allowed three days to rest up, pet. I understand you got pretty tuckered out." He placed Whumpee in the bed gently, clipping his collar to a chain on the wall.

"Now, dear, is anything broken?"

@augusnippets day 18

Apocalypse/ Infection / Self-administered medicine

Apocalypse, infection, body horror, nonhuman death, implied human death

lmk if i missed a tag !

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Whumpee walked with his hunting group, keeping his eyes peeled in the gloomy night. He clutched his hunting knife tightly, shaking subtly as they ventured deeper.

A crack alerted Whumpee, and he spun, eyes wide. The group stopped, too, turning their heads.

"Is it..?"

"Shh." Whumpee hissed back, eyes on the shadowy spaces between the dark trees.

There was a groaning, clicking noise from the woods, and Whumpee had no time to react as the thing lunged at him.

It looked as if it was human at one point, with pained, sunken eyes and an impossibly thin body. Its skin was covered in tiny bulges, and in the worst areas had bloomed into a light blue bioluminescent fungus.

It cried, a shrill and pained noise, and knocked Whumpee down. He struggled as it snapped at him, its teeth worn down to sharp pricks. It came dangerously close to his neck, but he was able to block it with his forearm. The creature's teeth dug in painfully, refusing to let go.

The rest of the group was able to rip it off of him and put it out of its misery, leaving the husk to dissolve into the ground.

Whumpee's friend hurried over, helping him up. "Shit, you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Thank you, guys." Whumpee smiled politely, patting his friend's shoulder.

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Much later into the night, Whumpee was helping drag the party's dinner home. They'd caught a nice buck and were heading back to camp, chatting cheerfully as they walked the trail.

Whumpee rolled his sleeve up to examine his wound, his heart rabbiting as he noticed tiny, dimly-glowing bumps surrounding the bite. He cringed and hid the wound, deciding he'd bring it up to the camp's nurse later.

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Whumpee could hear them.

Tens, hundreds, thousands of soft voices, singing enticing words into his ear.

He felt different, his body seeming to move partly on its own. It droned on as the voices spoke to him, sucking away his attention.

"You, come to us. Let us feed. Decay, and let us host."

He felt the sudden need to pull his shoes and socks off. He needed to feel the dirt, to connect with the forest around him. He tried to ignore the shiny blue buds on his ankles.

Whumpee was instantly in touch with the whole woods, aware of every tree, of all the creatures, and even the humans he traveled with. The mycelium in the ground responded almost painfully as they walked, and it hurt Whumpee too. He attempted to say something, but his mouth was not entirely his. He could only croak, eyes fixed on his friend.

The group had stopped when Whumpee discarded his shoes, circled around him with concern.

Whumpee's friend crouched down, frowning. "You okay, man? You look pale."

Whumpee was doing great! He was feeding the Fungus, serving his mission in his pathetic life. Just like every creature in the woods, growing, feeding, and spreading the beautiful Fungus.

"Release our spores into his blood. Help him see. Show him."

His eyes locked on his dear old buddy. The words rang in his head, loud and clear.

"Spread, infest, feed.

Infect him."

Whumpee knew what he had to do– the only way to show his truest friend the beauty of the Fungus.

He launched himself at the human, teeth aiming for the man's throat.

@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."

@augusnippets day 20

Homemade meal / Quenched thirst / Favorite treat

Past captivity, mostly just fluff

tried to do a dialogue-centered snippet :)

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Whumpee sniffed the air, his mouth watering. Caretaker was cooking, and it smelled great.

He carefully ventured into the kitchen, kneeling at Caretaker's feet. "Sir?" He murmured shyly.

"Yes, dear? And remember— you can just call me Caretaker."

"Your food smells very good. What will I be eating?"

"Stir fry— same as me."

"Wait, what? But... what did i do? I mean, how do I deserve this?"

"What else would you eat, love?"

Water and bread— maybe milk if you thought i deserved a treat."

"Mmmh, so that's why you're so malnourished. Whumper was not feeding you well."

"..."

"No need to worry— i have plenty of meat and veggies here..."

"But why?"

"Because you're human, Whumpee. And you need to eat like one."

@augusnippets day 21

Delerium / Vertigo / Hallucinations

implied illegal drug use / medicine misuse, hallucinations, Whumpee x Caretaker

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Whumpee sat on their bed, knees curled tightly to their chest. The room shifted around them, walls creeping in until Whumpee looked at them and snapped them back into place. They whined softly as the darkest corner of their room seemed to darken, harboring God knows what kind of creatures.

Had whumpee had too much of their... fuck, what had they taken? They looked down to their hand, watching it as it drifted away impossibly. They whimpered, pulling at their hair.

"Caretaker!" They cried out, as loud as they could. "Help!"

Caretaker rushed in, looking panicked. "Whumpee, what's wrong? You okay?"

"No! Move quick, he's gonna get you!"

"Who is, dear?" Caretaker stroked Whumpee's cheek slowly. "Did you take something? You look pale..."

Whumpee let out a groan, eyes shut. "Please, he's gonna get me! He'll hurt—"

They we cut off by a hug, clinging to caretaker.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay..."

@augusnippets day 22

Captivity/ Recapture / Tearful Goodbye

bbu-adjacent themes, captivity.

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"I don't understand," Whumpee cried tearfully, watching as Caretaker hurried around and packed a bag. "Why do I have to go back?"

Caretaker didn't even glance at Whumpee, going through their underwear and stuffing some in the large duffel bag he was packing. "Whumper is going to be here soon. Grab what you need, please."

"Caretaker! I don't wanna go back!" Whumpee begged, heart pounding. "T- tell him to go home!"

"I can't, Whumpee. You have to go back."

Whumpee sucked in a breath. "Why—"

"Because I can't fucking afford paying for you right now, okay?" Caretaker snapped, whipping around. His eyes were red and puffy from crying. "Whumper legally owns you. I am renting you from him, and money is tight right now." Whumper placed the duffel bag by Whumpee.

"Wh‐ how long do i have to stay?"

Caretaker sighed shakily, wiping his eyes. "I... I don't know. It might be a month or two before i can get you back..."

"..."

"I know, baby. I'm sorry. I'll try hard to get you home."

@augusnippets day 23

massage/wiping away tears/gentle touch

Conditioned Whumpee, BBU-adjacent, pet whump, nudity, drug mention

Written tired, not proofread

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Caretaker walked into the back of the facility slowly, eyes scanning the kennels lining the walls. He shivered, put off by the conditions these people were kept in.

Humans were in each kennel, stripped naked save for a collar. They ranged in age and appearance, each of the "pets" having a sheet with all their information.

God, Caretaker hated this place. He knew it was all legal, and it was slowly becoming normalized, but the idea of human pets was disturbing.

One of the employees walked over cheerfully, holding her clipboard. "Hello, there, are you interested in adopting today?"

"Yes," Caretaker replied, voice even and level.

"Well, that's just amazing! What are you looking for today? We have a wide selection of gorgeous girls and boys ready for a new home!"

Caretaker cleared his throat uncomfortably, glancing around. "Who's been here the longest?"

"Oh, Whumpee," the lady responded, starting off towards a kennel on the left wall. "Well, we brought this guy in a long time ago. He was living on the streets, addicted to dugs, poor thing." She flipped through papers on her clipboard, tapping one with a pen. "Even after extensive training, he really struggles with social interactions. That's why he's been here so long."

Caretaker looked into the cage, watching the human huddled in the corner, shaking. "I'll take him."

"We recommend a visit—"

"No need, give me the papers."

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Caretaker got Whumpee home, watching as the frail boy huddled on the floor. Caretaker reached down. "Hey, bud... you okay down t—"

Whumpee flinched hard, his breathing quick and panicked.

"Oh, hey, hey. It's okay." Caretaker soothed, holding his hand out.

He delicately stroked whumpee's cheek, paying attention as the boy leaned into his touch. "Its okay, baby. You're safe now, I've got you."

@augusnippets day 24

Animal attack / Bear trap / Land mine

War, military, death, gore, grief, suicidal themes near the end, very sad stuff </3

i don't know much about the military, sorry for any inaccuracies!

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Caretaker and his boyfriend had met in the millitary.

Him and Whumpee slept in the same building, sat together during mealtimes, and snuck away to steal moments together when they were supposed to be training— their lives were idyllic. They were both 20, eager to serve their country, and fight if need be.

And that need would come.

Both of them, along with their whole squadron, were sent off into battle in enemy territory. Whumpee seemed eager, excited to fight and protect. He walked beside Caretaker into the foreign territory, making quiet jokes and comments.

Caretaker was more anxious, his face set grimly as he scanned the area for danger. He hushed Whumpee when he got too loud, keeping his eyes out for an enemy.

"What? Is someone gonna come out and shoot me?" Whumpee laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Whumpee," Caretaker whispered harshly, eyes wide. "Shh, you're being so loud– our commander is gonna have your ass."

Whumpee bounced ahead of Caretaker, walking backward and swinging his arms out dramatically. He grinned, his voice carrying through the woods. "Well, if anybody's hiding in the woods, waiting to—"

Click.

Caretaker's heart nearly stopped. He looked down at Whumpee's feet, seeing the disc-shsped explosive under his boot. "Whumpee! Don't move, there's a—"

Whumpee frowned, lifting his foot to see what he had stepped on. "Wha‐?"

"NO!"

A blast shook the ground, launching Whumpee's body into the air violently. The other soldiers got down, ducking for cover as the earth sprayed over the area. Caretaker felt his eyes water as he raced towards where Whumpee had landed.

The other soldier's lower half was completely gone, and his torso was terribly mangled. Blood gushed from the wounds, staining their uniforms a sick crimson.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker cried, tears running down his face. He patted Whumpee's cheek, trying to get his attention. "Please, baby, look at me! It's gonna be okay, you're– you're gonna make it, alright?"

Whumpee's eyes were glazed. "C– caretak'r-" Whumpee spluttered, his voice weak.

"Shh, shhh... it'll be okay, let me just..." Caretaker looked down, seeing the charred and torn flesh of his lover. Whumpee's internal organs hung out, dripping with blood and viscera. He pressed his hand to where the blood was pouring, breathing hard. "It's okay... you'll be okay..."

Whumpee fell slack in Caretaker's arms, coughing and whining arily.

"Fuck, please don't let this be goodbye! W- we're supposed to get married, remember? Remember our house we were gonna buy? And our cats! Oh, come on, don't do this!" He said passionately, clinging to Whumpee in a tight hug.

Whumpee sucked in a soft gasp, breathing back out a gentle, "love you," before going limp. Caretaker howled in anguish, clinging to the corpse.

Even when bullets began to zip overhead as the battle started, Caretaker stayed in his spot with Whumpee. He didn't move, unbothered by the idea of a bullet hitting him between the eyes and taking him to Whumpee.

@augusnippets day 25

Intimate Whumper / Sadistic Whumper / Reluctant Whumper

Creepy Whumper, non/dubcon groping, pet whump, victim blaming

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A hand caressed Whumpee's cheek softly, tapping gently at a particularly nasty bruise high on his cheekbone.

"Poor, poor thing," Whumper drawled sympathetically, a small pout on his narrow face. "That hurt, didn't it? My sweet boy, you must understand why I do this to you, yes?"

Whumpee swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing against the metal collar that chained him to a wall. "No, I don't... I don't get it..."

"Surely you do? Really?" Whumper frowned, his hand freely trailing across Whumpee's body. He squeezed at the other boy's chest, a grin spreading across his face as Whumpee whimpered uncomfortably.

"There. That." Whumper said, pleased. "See, baby, I can't help but hurt you when you make those darling noises for me." Whumper held Whumpee's chin firmly. "It's your fault, really."

@augusnippets day 26

Nightmare / Warm Blanket / Snuggling

past abuse, mostly fluff

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Caretaker walked into the bedroom, finding Whumpee curled up on the floor sleeping. They knelt down beside the unconscious figure, sighing. "That doesn't look comfy at all, honey... I bought you a bed, Whumpee..." they fretted, stroking Whumpee's head.

"Ohh, I know. I'll give you my blanket, okay?" Caretaker pulled their blanket over Whumpee's body.

They slid the blanket on, taking time to tuck the sleeping form in. Whumpee tensed, then slowly calmed.

A small smile crossed Caretaker's face as the younger boy slept comfortably for the first time.

@augusnippets day 27

Bonus- flashbacks

Flashbacks, abuse

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Caretaker heard a muffled yell from the next room over, followed by a series of whines. He immediately dropped what he was doing, rushing to the small bedroom.

Whumpee was on his side on the bed, clutching a pillow and breathing hard into it. His eyes were hazy and scared, not focused on one thing in particular.

"Whumpee?" He called softly, reaching for Whumpee's shoulder gently, pulling back as the boy flinched. "Shhh, it's okay."

Whumpee panted hard, clutching at his own hair before starting to shake. "No, please. Whumper! I'll be good, i promise!"

"Whumpee! Look at me, baby. Whumper isn't here, okay?" He rubbed Whumpee's shoulders as he came back into reality. "Ohhhh, there we go. What was going on?"

"Flashbacks... Whumper, he– he..."

Caretaker smiled weakly. "Shh, just relax. I'm here for you..."

@augusnippets day 28

Mind control/ body control/ betrayal

Royal setting, betrayal, enslavement

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Whumpee had been working for an operation that was attempting to overthrow the kingdom's government. The coup was set to storm the castle in two weeks, just enough time to prepare.

However, Whumper, the king, had caught Whumpee snooping in the castle. He was brought back to the throne room for questioning.

He spilled quite easy, promised money and fame in exchange for a few dates and locations.

When the day of the coup came, Whumpee stood firmly in the throne room beside Whumper. He watched as his teammates filed in, their faces going from vengeful to confused as they saw Whumpee.

"Whumpee? What's going on?" One asked, looking concerned. "You're not...?"

Whumper cleared his throat, putting his hands on Whumpee's shoulders. "He has picked his side, and it is with loyalty. He is quite a clever boy, isn't he?" Whumper pushed Whumpee to the ground suddenly, stepping on his back. "He's just a backstabbing little puppy, isn't he?"

Whumpee looked up, confused. "Whumper, my king, why are you—" his mouth was covered by Whumper.

"Shhh. Just be quiet. I'll let your team take care of you."

@augusnippets day 29

Tending to non-human whumpee's non-human parts

Demihuman whumpee, avian/winged demihuman

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Whumpee took a deep breath, flinching as Caretaker touched his wings.

"Whumpee," Caretaker said sternly, "you know we gotta clean them. You's gotten yourself all filthy, baby."

Whumpee nodded begrudgingly, holding a wing out tentatively. Caretaker massaged the skin all around their wings.

"Will you be gentle?" Whumpee said nervously, worried for his sensitive wings.

Caretaker scratched at Whumpee's skin gently, a comfortable gesture. "Always, baby. Always."

@augusnippets day 30

Self-harm / addiction / overdose

big whumpy mess to celebrate the last day >:)

Not really proofread

BIG BIG TRIGGER WARNING. Self-harm, drug addiction, drug overdose, withdrawls, manipulative whumper, enabling, intimate whumper

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Whumpee scrambled up the patio stairs of the gray-paneled house that often haunted his nightmares, pounding his fist against the peeling door. He really, really, really shouldn't have even come here. Whumper's house brought up too many horrible memories. Still, he had nowhere else to go. He had no job, couldn't pay rent, and couldn't fend for himself on the streets.

Now here he was, holding his breath as the door opened. His whole body shook as the door creaked open, revealing Whumper. The other man's eyes gleamed with interest, a smirk pulling at his lips.

"My, if it isn't my little runaway," he purred, instantly reaching out and pulling Whumpee inside. "Back so soon? You miss me, darling?"

Whumpee sniffled, clinging to Whumper. "Sir, I- I can't do it out there... i h- have no home, no job... i miss my room and- and my medicine..." Whumpee said desperately, rubbing up on Whumper and ranting through the tears. "I t-took this for granted, I'm sorry for running away. Please, take me back, hurt me, gimme my medicine..."

Whumper chuckled, pulling Whumpee close and kissing his head. Whumpee sighed shakily.

"You want your drugs?" Whumper asked, watching with amusement as Whumpee lit up. He handed them to Whumpee, watching as he sucked that down.

"Good boy, there we go." Whumper smirked, slipping away for a moment to grab a razor. He handed the other boy the razor, tutting.

Whumpee took in a breath, tearing into his flesh. The blood trickled down his wrists, feeling like sweet release.

Whumper's voice was a rumble behind Whumpee's head, his words sickeningly sweet,

"Good boy... you'll do great, baby. Welcome home."

wait could whumper potentially be lying, and by being caring for a moment, they find a way to exploit whumpee's weaknesses and just hurt them more?

@augusnippets day 17

Forgiveness / Grace / Resolving a misunderstanding

Captivity, intimate whumper, past + future abuse, pet whump, carewhumping

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Whumpee had had a rough night. Whumper had taken them to some party where they'd been played with, manhandled, and beaten by Whumper's friends all night. Whumpee's body was all kinds of battered and hurt— he'd never gone through so much in one night.

Whumpee had just woken up, checking the clock Whumper provided for them in the basement and— fuck, he was up late!

Whumpee went to get to his knees, groaning in pain.

"Whumpee."

He yelped at the sound of Whumper's voice. "Whumper! Please, I- I'm sorry for being up late, I–"

"Shh, shh," Whumper soothed, lifting Whumpee up bridal style. "Oh, you look so sore... my poor pet." He pouted, shaking his head.

"H- huh? Aren't you mad?" Whumpee asked sheepishly.

"No, no. This is your first one of these, right?" Whumper headed up the stairs, carrying Whumpee effortlessly. "You went through a lot last night, and you took it like a champ. I'm proud of you, babydoll."

They reached the top of the stairs, and Whumper headed for his bedroom. Whumpee cleared his throat. "Uhm, t- thanks?"

Whumper's bedroom was a neat, cozy space. He had seemingly added a dog bed to one corner, with blankets and stuffed animals.

"You are allowed three days to rest up, pet. I understand you got pretty tuckered out." He placed Whumpee in the bed gently, clipping his collar to a chain on the wall.

"Now, dear, is anything broken?"

Gaslighting as a whump tactic.

Whumpee who's been held captive for days. Whumper who says, "It's only been an hour, you're overexaggerating."

Whumpee who swears something is wrong, but can't figure out exactly what. Bits and pieces of themself are missing. Their memories are fragmented. It wasn't always like this. Whumper who says, "Everything's fine. Aren't you just being paranoid?"

Whumpee who feels like they're forgetting something, or someone. That something important is gone. Whumper, who in turn, says, "You're hallucinating."

Gaslighting as a whump tactic.