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Whumpee sat in pitch darkness. The only sensation they had was a heavy shackle around their ankle and a bad bruise to their temple.

A dim light flicked on as Whumper clumped down the steps. They set a plate in front of them, something that looked like it was made with great care. Whumper then set a steaming cup of coffee and nudged it toward them.

"An apology," Whumper spoke softly, "For the bang on the head. I didn’t mean to hit you so hard."

'"An apology-" Whumpee repeated sarcastically, "So what am I, your guest?"

"No. No, you're not a guest." Whumper rubbed their nose.

"Guests are allowed to leave."

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Undercover Whumpee with an alias freezing when they hear their real name spoken from Whumper’s mouth.

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drugged ex-prince whumpee being used as an example/trophy at the parties that Whumper— who had recently overthrown the king— throws...

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They don’t dangle people on meat hooks like they used to

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“X bodily fluid is just filtered blood!” buddy I hate to break it to you but ALL of the fluids in your body are filtered blood. Your circulatory system is how water gets around your body. It all comes out of the blood (or lymph, which is just filtered blood).

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This photograph shows a blood clot that a man in California coughed up. It was a perfect intact cast of his right bronchial tree, a series of passageways in the lung. It had been formed from coagulated blood or mucus that had accumulated in his lungs. Unfortunately, the man passed away a week later due to complications of heart failure.

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Pet whumpee who's gone from a sadistic whumper to a carewhumper & become very, very attached to their new owner. Carewhumper is kind to them and treats them gently, as long as they behave. Carewhumper promises not to let anything bad happen to them, as long as they keep being good. Carewhumper lets them whine with displeasure and squirm and tense up when there's pain, as long as they submit without struggling.

Carewhumper takes excellent care of Whumpee. They're well-fed and warm and have a soft place to sleep, and they don't want anything else. They're happy here. Outside is scary and they want their owner to protect them.

So. Imagine how awful it is when Caretaker takes them away.

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nothingness

cw // drugging, captivity, fainting, non-con touch, implied past nudity

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rMmhrr…

Whumpee wakes with an involuntary, cat-like chirp and the urge to indulge in some equally cat-like stretching…

The world is pitch black. Whumpee can tell from their internal equilibrium that they’re lying on their side, but they can also sense from that internal equilibrium that the entire room around them is spinning… and their head is heavy. The floor’s on top of them, and then to the right, to the left, above again, right again– Everything’s all over, and Whumpee feverishly hooks their fingers into the bedsheets in fear that the bed itself will tilt upside-down and drop them into nothingness.

Whumpee’s breathing gets quicker and quicker and shallower and shallower– each open-mouthed exhale letting out a barely perceptible whine- quicker and shallower- oxygen depleting, until, as if punched by a defibrillator, Whumpee jerks upright.

There must be some kind of invisible tether keeping Whumpee grounded, because despite the sudden movement and the room still turning, Whumpee’s still attached to the bed. The realization is a temporary relief, but it’s quickly overtaken by the concerning feeling of their heavy head swaying in time with the walls and their eyes watering for seemingly no reason at all.

Another involuntary whine crawls out of the back of Whumpee’s throat, followed by a yawn… That’s why their eyes were watering. They’d yawned a few seconds ago and didn’t even realize it… It’s incredibly tempting to lay back down. Whumpee resists.

A few minutes pass. Whumpee’s sight adjusts to the darkness slowly until they can make out those four, spinning walls and a door.

This isn’t Whumpee’s room– Not even close– This is some kind of– it’s something… It’s spinning.

The shallow breathing comes right back.

Whumpee uses the leverage of their invisible tether to the mattress to shuffle to the side– “Woah…” Their head swaying threatens to hurl them off the edge head first. Whumpee waits a few seconds, then tries again– planting one bare foot onto the carpet and then the other. Knowing better than to try to stand, Whumpee slides their butt onto the floor.

Yeah. Great idea. Unconsciousness comes on like a phantom– the only evidence in Whumpee’s perception that it even happens is the fact that one second Whumpee’s head is resting against the edge of the mattress, and the next it’s smashed against the carpet, a textured imprint left on their cheek. The overhead lights are on.

A hand– the sudden warmth of a few fingers is enough to make Whumpee flinch– well, maybe their body doesn’t flinch– but their insides- their brain jumps ten feet like– like a…

The hand works their way under Whumpee’s head, under their imprinted cheek, and then the hand worms around until the length of a prickly forearm’s wrapped behind Whumpee’s shoulders. Whumpee’s head flops back, eyes half-open.

Whumper makes a disgruntled noise before pulling Whumpee’s head a bit closer.

“Hey…” Whumpee groans into Whumper’s shirt.

Whumper freezes, grip loosening on instinct.

Whumpee pushes their hand into Whumper’s gut, getting ready to sit up. Whumpee groans some more, skull pounding… “Hey…”

Those same worming hands take hold of Whumpee’s head, twisting Whumpee upwards until they’re looking Whumper head on. Whumpee’s breathe catches— some kind of spasming in their diaphragm– quick and shallow.

Whumpee’s wearing nothing but a t-shirt and boxers. Not their shirt. Not their boxers…

And Whumper’s face is… Whumpee’s never seen this person before. Whumpee’s never seen this person before.

A thumb and forefinger stretch Whumpee’s right eye wide open. Whumpee’s body responds for them, trying to blink, but they can do nothing but stare straight into the boring (as in drilling) eyes of Whumper. Whumpee’s arms have taken on their own weight, straining to keep themselves upright.

Without warning, Whumper drops Whumpee. The room starts spinning again, as if Whumper personally threw it down like a top.

“AHggh…” Whumpee seethes at the jolt of pressure in their head, “Mmmmmmmm…”

“You’re okay.”

Whumpee looks up. The dancing overhead lights obscure Whumper’s head as they walk away.

“You should go back to bed,” Whumper says-- a very calm suggestion.

The bedroom door opens.

"Wait... Wait-"

"What?" Whumper turns.

"I don't... wanna... be... alone... here," Whumpee's short breathing stops them between every word.

Whumper frowns-- Whumpee catches it-- a split second before Whumper's finger flips the light-switch.

The door shuts. The lock clicks.

And once again, Whumpee’s in pitch darkness, head swimming in nothingness, with no tether at all.

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[05.09.2023] For discreet shipping WARNING : For short time use during transferring only. Do not use longer than 1 hour. Check oxygen unit and IV unit before use.

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whoaaa would u be willing to write a follow up to that last drabble w the cage? maybe the next morning? 👀

OG post of Pet having a bad time.

The howling and pleading have stopped by the time Whumper comes back downstairs. There isn't even the sound of soft, ragged sobbing -- the study/playroom is utterly silent. It's possible that Pet has found some way to sleep in their position, body shutting down as a defense mechanism, but Whumper finds them conscious. Their expression is glazed, eyes unfocused. They barely seem to have noticed Whumper's arrival.

Whumper kneels in front of the cage. "Did you have a good night?"

Pet blinks sluggishly.

Whumper reaches into the cage and touches Pet's cheek. Their tears have long dried up, but it's obvious that they've been drooling slightly, lacking either the willpower or the understanding to close their mouth.

"Answer me, sweetling," Whumper says.

Pet blinks again, clearly struggling to focus. It's even more clear that they can't comprehend the question, because they mumble a soft, "'Sgood."

Whumper is certain that Pet did not have a good night.

Slowly, ever-so-slowly, they begin to undo the locks and unthread the chains holding Pet in place. They lift Pet from the cage and settle on the floor with them, allowing Pet's tortured muscles to relax. Pet lets out a half-sobbing cry of desperate relief and renewed pain as their limbs unfold, letting them stretch for the first time in hours.

They're far too exhausted and weak to get up; instead they curl on their side on the floor, laying their head in Whumper's lap, quiet and still.

Whumper strokes their sweat-soaked hair with all the gentleness in the world. "There we go. That's better. Do you feel how that's better?"

Pet presses their face into Whumper's stomach, a silent plea for comfort.

Whumper continues to pet them, humming. "Let's get you cleaned up. You really are a wreck. I'll have to think of some... ah, less messy ways to keep you in this state."

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Whumper who has given (defiant) pet whumpee a specifically stressful time recently, and whumpee finally breaks due to stress in front of whumper — who “comforts” them …

(Plsss<3.)

"Let me out!"

It's been nearly two hours in the discipline cage, so named because it's by far the most unpleasant cage to be trapped in. Pet is on their stomach, head raised, arms pinned behind their back. Their legs are folded and locked to the cage's low ceiling, providing absolutely no leverage or relief.

They can't move. The pain is excruciating. It's taken a long time to break, but finally, the panic sets in -- they're exhausted. They're so tired. They need to be done.

"Hm? What was that?" Whumper looks up from their desk, eyebrows raised.

Pet rattles their pinned arms as well as they can, clanging softly against the top of the cage. "Let me out, let me out, let me out-"

"Is that a command? You don't give me commands, sweetling."

"I need out!"

Whumper heaves a sigh and makes a big show of putting aside their work, then walks over to the cage. They sit down on the floor in front of Pet, eyeing them dispassionately.

"Please," Pet sobs, and there are tears streaming down their face, snot pouring from their nose, unable to wipe any of it away, "please, please, p-p-please, I'll do anything, please, it hurts-"

The bars locking their head in place are strategic, immobilizing the joints while leaving plenty of gaps. Whumper is able to reach inside with no trouble, gently petting Pet's sweaty hair.

"I need out," Pet says again, yanking at their arms, desperately flexing the muscles in their legs. "I need out, I need out-"

"But you must have known it would hurt," Whumper murmurs, "when you disobeyed me. Again. This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry," Pet sobs, breath hitching, crying so hard they're half-choking. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll do anything, I'll be better, I'll prove I'm better, please, please, please-"

"Mmm. You do seem very sorry."

"I am," Pet says, eager and wretched, nearly tripping over the words. "I am, I am, I'll be good, I'll be good, let me out, please let me out, I need out-"

"But," Whumper continues, "if I let you free every time you cry, how are you going to learn your lesson?"

"No, no no no, I've learned, I-"

"You'll think, 'Ah, but I can disobey -- a few tears and my master will forgive me like always.'"

"I don't think that, no, no, please-"

Whumper keeps up the gentle petting, brushing Pet's hair back from their face. Their eyes are wide and helpless, but they're still leaning into the comfort, with the tiny amount of mobility they have.

"What do you think it'll take," Whumper murmurs, "to keep you from ever disobeying again?"

"I won't, I won't-"

"Still so defiant." They sigh, all sympathy. "Poor thing. I'm finished with my work for the night. It's time for bed."

The relief has barely had time to enter Pet's gaze when Whumper adds, "I'll come let you out in the morning. Unless you're still not ready."

Pet breaks into a frantic, babbling litany - please I can't I can't I really can't please no please I can't take it I need out I really need out I need out let me out let me out please please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE -

Whumper draws back and straightens up. They head up the stairs and turn off the light, and the door closes on Pet still howling in the dark.

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Pet whumpee for sale who's been passed by for days because they're so obviously traumatized. Nobody appreciates a pet who flinches and whimpers upon being touched. What's the point?

Except Carewhumper, who's been looking for this exact thing. Carewhumper embracing Whumpee and holding them close even as their breath hitches in panic, gently stroking their hair. Carewhumper murmurs so gently to them as they tremble.

"There, see? It's not so bad. It's not so bad, is it? Shh, shh... it's all right. Look at you, you're so pretty. Shh. It's all right. You want to be good for me, don't you? I'm going to take such good care of you."

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Sleepy whumper cuddling a scared whumpee... Holding them close... Nuzzling their neck... Lying on top of them like a cat... There is no escape it is time for eepy seepy

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I'm obsessed with the idea of a sick whumpee being so tired and miserable that they just start sobbing. They can't even explain to caretaker what's wrong because they're so out of it, so caretaker is just left to trial and error.

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ALIEN: COVENANT (2017) dir. Ridley Scott