#Sweet Pea the whumpee

[sideblogformindtrash]

Incubus Sweet Pea living his best life. He's happy and free in ways his human counterpart might never be. Cw disordered eating.

I also made him chubbier than his human version, with a little tummy <3 he gets to eat wathever he wants and not feel terrible about it.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Reverse Isekai Whumpee

What if you were not in that terrible place anymore? What if, halfway between two blows, suddenly, I was standing over you in the park?

It's a grey day, but the wind is sweet. People bustle past us, people who are ordinary and at ease, narrowly missing the moment you appeared, noticing nothing. You blink, and ask me how all this is possible. I say, "By sheer force of will."

Your face is still covered in blood and tears, and you're asking me what country we're in, what world we're in, how did you get here…it's a good thing there's nothing you'll miss from back "home."

I am putting you in my apartment like it's a pocket. How much money do you have on you, and is it in my currency? Do you need to go to a hospital? Are you addicted to anything, and do you need me to buy you some or to help you quit? Don't worry about anything. Just tell me what you need, and we'll figure it out. Paperwork, government registration, what the newspapers will say if they find out about you…I'm thinking about all that, but you…you should just follow me.

Back in grade school, when we brought my first puppy home from the shelter, I was so excited to pick out a dog bed. A bowl. I love this, walking through Walmart in my pea coat with you fussing at my side, protesting as I buy an air mattress to sleep on so I don't have to make you share a bed with a stranger. It would be cute and all, but I don't want to scare you. Just to have you here, standing here impossibly in my space, in my life - that's enough. I'm buying medical gauze. I'm asking what foods you like. What's your favorite scent? We need shampoo. We'll cook dinner later. No, don't worry about my day. A fucking miracle just happened. Everything else is on hold.

I see you scanning, assessing. Checking for threats. You're safe. I see the way it confuses you. I see it start to register. I see your desperation to make the most of it, to grab for power. They kept you down for so long, and now finally, a chance... Go ahead. There is nothing I'll miss if you start a revolution, babygirl.

I have so much to show you. Where do you want to go? What questions do you have? What can you teach me about the way a noble, defiant soul like yours occupies my world? Excuse me - your world. So much is about to change.

You have no idea…I am going to take such good care of you. I am going to give you everything.

[extemporary-whump]

Archive

just a big list of whump stuff I've read/am reading. Just to keep track cause my memory is almost non-existent (also kind of a whump rec list? idk)

Title (with link to the masterlist) - @creator

synopsis of the ones that have it on the masterlist / tags for the ones that don't have one

Lunar is @wolfeyedwitch ,  sideblog (sorry if its not the best nickname) is @sideblogformindtrash ​ ,  not gonna tag u on the list cause its a lot & i don't want to flood y’all

Also gonna go ahead and skip @kim-poce cause ive read 90% of your stuff and that's way too much to add

Pet whump (institutionalized)

Lydia and Coriander - @maracujatangerine

Set in the Box Boy Universe, a broken man arrives on Lydia Winterthorpe’s doorstep. Will she and her friends be able to help Coriander regain his sense of self? Pet whump with a strong focus on recovery.

Apple the Whumpee - @cowboy-anon ​

Multiple whumpees, neglect, pet whump, Stockholm Syndrome

Orfeu & Haru - sideblog

no-con (mostly insinuated), dehumanization, conditioning, slave/pet whump, institutional abuse, mouth whump, some instances of minor whump.

Blue’s Life - sideblog

Blue messed with the wrong people and ended up as a pet. His owner produces snuff films with the pets he purchases for a living. His life is largely on the hands of an invisible audience that enjoys his suffering. And yet, all he can do is try his best to please them.

Sunflower - sideblog

Sunflower is a pet whumpee who belonged to a influencer named Abby, who was friend’s with Blue’s owner, IF.

BB & Pastel - sideblog

Drabbles about Pastel, the pet that replaced Blue as IF’s video pet, and BB, a poor pet that just wants to be like their idol - Blue! And their unlikely Caretaker the ex-Whumper Farlan

Sweet Pea - sideblog

Farlan’s father new pet. A dancer :)

Star and Stunt - @unicornscotty & sideblog

This is the story of twin brothers who get purchased by a film director. Our star Castor gets to be the main Pet actor in all of his movies, while his brother, Stunt, gets to be his double and do all the dangerous scenes of film making. 

Pet whump (not institutionalized)

Linden and Colton - @whumpzone  (happens on a bbu but the whumpee is not a bb)

(mute whumpee, references to past noncon, ongoing, light on plot, approx. 25k)

O2 - @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi ​

Len likes little lap pets. The soft ones that don’t struggle or squirm or move. Or Can’t, in little o2’s case. With constrictive collars and corsets and straps, every second of o2’s existence is spent struggling for air.

Pumpkin - sideblog

Pet whump; enviormental whump; cruel whumper; implied death

Pin the Pincushion - @milk-carton-whump ​ & sideblog

Gonna go ahead and warn for Needle TWs, low self esteem, and pet whump 

Heroes & Villains

With Bloody Outstretched Hands - Lunar

An injured villain makes their way to the heroes’ headquarters to beg for protection. No matter what the cost.

And Still - Lunar

Sidekick has been betrayed and left tied up for Villain to find. But when she does, she’s not what Sidekick expected. Who is truly in the right in this situation?

Secrets and identities - @livingforthewhump ​

An injured villain is taken in by Civilian, who has their own wounds to hide

(im sure i`ve read more of your stuff but i changed my username and im too lazy to check everything rn)

 @hurting-fictional-people ​ ‘s  writing masterlist

(same as before, im sure i’ve read a lot of your stuff but im too lazy to check what)

Royal/fantasy whump

No Prisoners - Lunar

Leta’s community hates magic, so when they found out she was a mage, she knew that she wouldn’t last long. Locked away in a cell, far from the life she knew, she thought she had made peace with her inevitable fate. That was, until the prison was broken into.

Laz & Säel - sideblog

Fantasy classism; burns; dog bites; death themes; death discussion; death mention; domestic labor; multiple whumpers

Vampires

The Heart and the Hunger - Lunar

The bounty hunter didn’t mean to find an injured vampire, but sometimes jobs don’t go according to plan. And they can’t just leave it; that would be reckless, and put the whole town in danger. So they take it home.

Kane & Jim - @whumpsday ​

Jim had lived as the prisoner of a cruel vampire for years, forced to provide blood for his insatiable appetite, before finally escaping. A decade has passed since then, when he hears word of a vampire in the custody of a group of hunters matching the description of his former captor, Kane. Wanting closure, he negotiates to have custody of Kane transferred to himself. But when he finally lays eyes on the vampire, it’s like he’s a complete stranger: A sobbing mess begging for mercy, not the arrogant man he once knew.

Android/robots

An odd little thing - @mortifiedatbeingknown

To him, a cruel, horrid monster has plucked him up and stolen him away from his masters to scrap his parts. To her, a useless, half-damaged robot she’d scavenged from the trash sits on a shelf in her workshop, in desperate need of repair. Both need each other to heal. But will they be able to find that comfort in each other?

Others

Weapons Don’t Weep - Lunar

In a dystopian society controlled by an authoritarian government, a rebel group intercepts a convoy carrying The Weapon: an unknown device capable of destroying entire cities. When they investigate, they find not a machine, but a person: a living weapon.

[doomdaysdecays]

Whumper turning into caretaker because they've pushed the whumpee too far and now have to keep them alive (with CPR)?

CW: drugged whumpee, weight loss mention, intimate whumper, referenced amputation, CPR, broken rib

“Whumpee.”

Whumper cupped their face, a sting in his chest that he was embarrassed to admit he felt. The anesthesia was stronger than anything he’d ever given to his sweet pea. They hadn’t lost too much blood, their arm, ot rather what remained of it was safely bandaged.

Gently, not commanding but rather assisting them, Whumper slid his hands under Whumpee’s arms. “Come on,” he sighed under their weight as he struggled to sit them up straight against the wall despite how thin they’d gotten.

Whumper scratched lightly behind their ear which Whumpee usually despised, growing desperate to see a reaction. God, he couldn’t lose them.

“Whumpee?” He gripped them harshly, fingertips clawing into frail shoulders as he shook them. “Wake up, just open your pretty little eyes for me, sweet thing.” Fingers skimming across where Whumpee’s pulse should be. Whumper froze.

“No. No no no.” He laid the limp person below him onto their back, sprawled out, helpless as they were. Whumper couldn’t enjoy the view. Whumpee, his Whumpee, wasn’t breathing, and not because he’d withdrawn the privilege of air from them, but because he’d fucked up.

He clasped his hands together on top of Whumpee’s chest. For the first time he could see his hands were shaking. Whumper felt something new flare up deep inside, sudden anger. “You can’t leave me,” he snapped, “because I didn’t allow you to.”

It was a messy rhythm, but it had to suffice. The heels of his hands pushed at least three inches deep every time, on and on until something cracked, until he couldn’t feel his palms.

“Wake up.” It was no command. It was a plea.

Ten minutes after that, or twenty, or thirty, Whumpee’s chest rose and fell. Their mouth fell open as they sucked in all the air they could, choking as they gulped it down like a man dying of thirst. Whumpee coughed and sputtered and promptly winced at the ache in their ribcage.

“Breathe, sweetness,” Whumper with a smile that only spread wider as Whumpee regained more and more of his consciousness. “I- Thank the Gods you’re with me love, I...You can’t just scare me like that...”

Whumpee felt the pangs of guilt at his words before they even comprehended them, though the expression on Whumper’s face that they could barely take in through lidded eyes meant no harm.

Not just yet.

They cringed at how dry their throat was, coughing harder as they pushed themselves up from the ground with the hand they still had. Whumper smiled softly.

“You’re my little angel, aren’t you?” he said. “If you die, you die of my volition.”

tag list: @reblogging-whump @lavmars @whatwasmyprevioususername @whump-time-babey @whump-it-like-its-hot

[whumpasaurus101]

Bobbing For Apples

yes henlo henlo :) FINALY i finished my Halloween piece!! SO enjoy!!!!

thank you @cowboy-anon for the emotional support while I wrote this GDYUDGJDK

CW: alcohol - but no ones drunk in this - / whumpee refferenced to ‘boy’ but is not a minor / head dunked underwater / if I left anything out plz lmk!

masterlist

Asher woke up to a quiet house. This was strange… something was off. Definitely off… He sat up and scratched his eye until his ears stopped ringing and he felt as if he was back on planet earth.

He stood up, went into the bathroom and did his usual morning routine. Once he returned back to his room, Rodger was there sitting on his bed. Asher jumped, clinging to the bathroom’s door frame, “Jesus H Christ!!! Don't fucking scare me like that. Holy shit.” Rodger couldn't stop himself from cackling, “Well, I can see you're in just a lovely mood today-” “Oh, save it, what bullshit have you planned today. What- what ‘lovely’ plans have you in store today. What- what ehh..what-” “You finished?” Asher hung his head in defeat and sighed, “...yeah…”

“Good,” Rodger grinned, clasped his hands, “Now, I know you're dumb as fuck so I'm guessing you have no clue what today is.”

Asher’s eyebrows furrowed, “It's uh… well you know… with...ehm… it's like.. Tuesday…”

Rodger sighed in disappointment, “It's Halloween, and FYI, it's Sunday dipshit.”

“Hallo-what?”

“Halloween.”

Asher put the -towel that was originally in his hands- on his shoulder and he leaned against the door frame, “Y’know, the more you say the word, it doesn't make me understand it any more than I already do, idiot.”

“Watch your mouth!” “Oh how frightening,” Asher mocked, raising his open palms and laughing.

Rodger stood up and walked right up to Asher’s face, Asher concealed a shudder as he clenched his jaw. Rodger was happy with his silence, “Good boy,” He chuckled, making Asher growl.

“Now, if you don't mind- if it's okay with you, I'll tell you what Halloween is since your pea-sized brain can only manage to intake a certain amount of knowledge.”

“Yeah… I guess-” “Good, I wasn't asking.”

“Can I at least put on a fucking shirt?”

Rodger sighed and closed his eyes, “Fine, be fucking quick about it.” Asher smiled, “I wasn't asking.”

Once Asher had leaned down to grab his shirt off of his mattress, and was in close enough distance towards Rodger, Rodger quickly shoved him down and kicked him twice in the ribs, “Stop being such a smartass!!!”

Asher let out a cry, “FUCK! Duuuude, it's waaaaaaaay too early for this bullshit, for fucksake.” Another kick. “WHAT THE FU-” Another kick.

Kicks kept landing until Asher was wheezing for air. “God! I didn't plan to start the morning violent Asher! I had it all planned out.” Asher coughed up blood and forced himself onto his feet. He wiped his mouth, making the blood smudge and put on his top. Once he was finished, he leaned against the wall and glared at Rodger.

Rodger rolled his eyes, “Alright, to make it quick since you already wasted a lot of our time, Halloween is a day where a lot of people celebrate the dead.”

“Celebrate the dead?” Asher said in disbelief with his eyebrow raised.

“Yes. Children dress up in all kinds of costumes and go door to door for trick-or-treating. They’d dress up as zombies, ghosts, ghouls-”

Asher felt his head go distant for a second before a vision filled his head. Holding a bag full of sweets going door to door- A sudden blinding white flash filled his head and he collapsed to the ground shivering. His head was pounding.

“You remembered,” Rodger said under his breath, “What did you see?”

“NO! I'm not falling for that, you’ll make me think of it and then it will happen ag- FUUUUUUCKKK!!!”

Rodger felt himself starting to actually get nervous, “Okay okay, shoot! Asher, just stop thinking about it! Pretend I didn't say anything!”

“WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M FUCKING DOING???”

There was a moments pause before Asher spoke quietly, “Sorry.”

Roger helped him up and ruffled his hair, “It's okay, mutt. Now, get some breakfast and make me some too. Alicia and Jack will be coming over for some Halloween games.” Asher’s heart stopped, “Well that sounds like the definition of Hell,” Asher grumbled.

“Good!”

Once Rodger left, Asher changed from his shorts into a baggy pair of tracksuit bottoms and shuffled into the kitchen. He hated cooking, especially for Rodger. Rodger can suck his-

“Asher, I don’t hear any cooking going on, hm?” Asher growled but chucked the bread onto the counter, along with eggs and milk. He whisked the eggs milk and even added some cinnamon. He submerged the two slices of bread into the mixture and fried them on the pan.

Once he plated the toast, he poured maple syrup on top and placed the plate in front of Rodger. “Why thank you! How kind of you!” Asher muttered angry nonsense under his breath. “I'm sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing.”

“That's what I thought. Now, grab a protein shake and get ready for Alicia and Jack.”

The second Asher had chugged his protein-shake down, there was a knock on the front door. Rodger answered it and Asher shivered at the sound of Alicia’s voice. There were footsteps and the door closed. Asher took a deep breath before busying himself and washed his drinks bottle. More footsteps came and one hand was placed over his mouth and the other over his eyes.

He let out a grunt and shoved the person away from him before spinning around, eyes wide. Suddenly Alicia was standing in front of Asher, hands up in mockery, “Oh well sorry Mr. cool guy, just trying to prank you. OH! Happy Halloween!!! I'm so excited for what’s happening today,” She grinned, dark velvet painted lips tugging into an evil smile. “Yeah.. can’t say the same.”

Asher poured out Alicia and Rodger a glass of wine each and Alicia dragged him into the sitting room. Where Rodger and Jack were. Rodger instantly shoved Jack away from him and Asher saw Jack violently wipe his mouth with the back of his palms, he didn't look at Asher. He couldn't.

“...Okayyyyy,” Alicia spoke, awkwardly, “Right, Rodger, if you're… done, we gonna do this thing or not?” He rolled his eyes but nodded, licking his lips -making Jack shudder-, “I’d say bobbing for apples to start.” Venesa clapped her hands excitedly and smiled, “Yes yes yes!!!”

“Alright good, you keep the boys here and I’ll get everything set up.”

Alicia’s smile dropped the minute Rodger left. She slung an arm each around the boy’s shoulders and pulled them both in tight, “Listen up lover boys, I’ll say this once and only once, I don’t want any shenanigans going on. If any funny business happens between the two of you, neither of you will be able to see each other ever again, got it?” Jack and Asher looked at each other for a moment before nodding. “Y-yes.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“I mean it, and not only will you not see each other but I’ll make you both fucking suffer.”

“Alright, we get it, Jesus.”

Alicia smirked again and let her hand trail up to Asher’s face, her knife-sharp nails softly tracing down Asher’s scar which she has reopened many many…. Manyyyy times before. Asher flinched, making Alicia chuckle, “Oh I’m sorry, are you scared?” She fake pouted. “Oh fuck off! I-”

She dug her nails right into his skin and yanked her hand down. Asher collapsed to the floor clutching his face, yelling. “YOU BITCH WHAT THE FUCK!??!!!” Rodger came in with to basins and quickly placed them onto the table, “What the fuck is going on in here?!”

Alicia wiped her hand in Jack’s top -who whined- and shrugged, “Oh don't you mind us, cmon! Let's start before Halloween ends.”

Asher and Jack were forced to sit at the sitting-room table, hands tied behind their back, “Kinky,” Asher chuckled, before being backhanded by Rodger. “Rules are simple, the first person to retrieve the five apples out of the water -just using your mouths, wins.”

“This is fucking stupid, why the fuck-” Rodger quickly punched him in the face, “I wasn't finished speaking.” He took a breath before speaking again, “If you win, you wont get punished, if you do? Oh boy. All I’ll say is you don't want that to happen.”

“‘Oh boy’? Who the fuck says ‘oh boy’?” Before Asher could get another word in, Rodger grabbed him by the hair and dunked his head under the water as the boy thrashed under him.

Asher couldn't breathe, he couldn't even use his hands to shove Rodger away. He panicked. He focused on not inhaling the water but jesus, he wouldn't last much longer.

“Alright, enough, Rodger,” Alicia said, fidgeting nervously. “Shut up, you control your slut, I’ll take care of my mutt.”

Alicia saw how blue Asher’s face was getting, “Rodger!”

Rodger rolled his eyes and scoffed before unwillingly letting go of Asher, letting his head fly up as he gasped for air. He knew better now than to make any smart comments. Rodger took a deep breath, Can we please, for the love of god, just get on with the game?” Rodger took Asher’s silence as a yes -even though he wasn't asking-.

“3,2,1, go!”

Asher looked over to Jack who plummeted his head into the basin in search of an apple. Asher chuckled but did the same in his own basin.

Five minutes passed and the two of them had four apples out each. One more left. Asher looked at Jack once more. He almost forgot about the punishment for to loser. Shit. His eyes remained on Jack. Come on, come on. Before he noti-

Rodger forced Asher’s head down just hovering above the water, “No. Cheating.” Asher gulped and pretended to pick up the last apple with his teeth. Until he heard the splash of water and Alicia exclaiming with joy.

He smirked at Rodger and spat the water straight in his face. “Oh that's it.” He grabbed Asher by the shoulders and dragged him out of the room. Asher caught eyes with Jack as he left. He saw the instant regret on his face.

Asher gave him a reassuring smile before Rodger shoved him into the hall and dragged him down to the basement. What a great fucking Hallow- Hall- whatever the fuck it's called.

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[imwhumpee]

Febuwhump 2021--Day 6

[Insomnia--tw hallucinations, cussing]

Gotta catch up on the days I missed!

The darkness surrounds me yet my eyes are open. Tired but unable to sleep. Again. How many sleepless nights? I’ve been so busy with work that I just can’t relax. Thoughts go racing and swirly through my head and I nearly become dizzy just laying in bed. I shut my eyes and every sound becomes so loud: the faint sounds of my phone charging, my air conditioner kicking on, and the sound of the wind blowing outside. Irritated, I cover my head with my pillow. No use. I huff and get up out of bed, my bare feet hitting the cool wood floor.

I go to the fridge and the light inside kicks on, illuminating and casting long shadows around the kitchen. I grab the milk and go to shut the door. A darting darkness passes through the periphery of my vision. I spin around fast. Was there someone here? No, I would have heard them. I don’t see anything...

I once again go to close the fridge and it shuts quietly and grab a glass. The only light coming from the moon and the streetlamp through the window further down the street. I pour the milk and once again a flash of darkness towards me causes me jerk aside, spilling the milk over the counter and onto the tile floor. “Ah damn..!” I scan the room, desperately looking for what could have possibly made movement. I don’t see anything and my quickened heart doesn’t slow this time. 

I go to clean the mess, constantly looking over my shoulder, unable to stop feeling like someone was watching me, boring through the back of my head. I put away the milk and turn my back to the wall as I drink, my hands shaking. Stop, breathe, I’m fine. I’m just seeing things. I rub my eyes and gulp down the rest of my glass before placing it in the sink. My feet are then stuck to the floor and anxiety peaks again, unable to move. If I move away from the wall something could sneak behind me... 

I shake my head. Stop, stop that. I’m fine. I take a deep breath and slowly make my way through the house back to my room. I round the corner and make it to bed. I sit on the edge and attempt to ground myself, feeling the sheets and my feet on the floor before checking my phone to see the time. There’s a few messages from Caretaker. I make note in my head to open them in the morning. I should really try and sleep. I lock my phone and suddenly, and once again in the corner of my eye, I see a huge black shape coming towards the house outside my window that faces the front door. My eyes are glued to the black screen of my phone.

Don’t. Move. Don’t Look. If I move he’ll get me...

Panic sets in as I begin to shake and hyperventilate when this time the figure stops outside the window. It does not leave.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

 I scream and yank my charging cable out and I scramble into my walk-in closet, slamming the door shut behind me. I crumble to the floor, unable to hold back tears as I begin to cry almost hysterically and bring out my phone to call Caretaker. 

They pick up almost immediately. “There’s someone outside my house! They’re gonna come inside and fucking kill me! I’m so fucking scared please come over I don’t know what to do!” I pea, my phone almost falling out of my hands.

“Hey, hey, didn’t you get my messages? You left your work papers at mine after dinner the other night and I know you need them tomorrow so I came over to give them to you. it’s okay, it’s just me.” They say soothingly. 

“But I’ve seen shadows of things moving! There has to be!” I can barely get my words out between my sobs and fast breaths. 

“Whumpee. I promise, it’s just me. It’s alright. May I come in?” 

“Y-yeah,” I whimper. 

They hang up and I hear the click of the door opening and then again as it shuts. “Whumpee? Where are you, my love?” They ask. Their footsteps get closer and comes into the bedroom.

I take a deep breath and open the closet door. Seeing them, I instantly throw myself into their arms. They hold me close and kiss my head. “Oh love, you’re shaking like a leaf! You sound so shaken up dear, let’s just try and relax a little.”

They help me sit back on the bed and they pull me into their chest, petting my hair. I let out now cries of relief that they’re here. “You’re safe now, you’re safe..” they murmur. They lift my head up and dry my eyes before giving me a concerned look. “Honey, you look exhausted. When was the last time you slept?” 

I shrug and my tears slow. “I don’t know...I’ve been so stressed, I haven’t been able to sleep. A couple days?”

“A couple days?!” They sigh and lay us back on the bed. They continue to hold me and pet my hair slowly, their other hand stroking my arm as I listen to their heart and their calm, even breaths. “Darling, no wonder you thought someone was in. You were seeing things because you haven’t slept. It’s alright, I’m here and we’re gonna rest here together. You’re not going into work tomorrow, you need to sleep. I’ll call in sick for you in the morning. For now, we’re gonna shut our eyes and gently go off to sleep.”

I’m too tired to protest. The rhythmic beats of their heart and their soft voice already begins to lull me. Exhaustion yanks any energy I have and my eyelids feel heavy. I close my eyes and finally, the sweet blissful balm of sleep graces me as I am safe in the arms of my love.

[sideblogformindtrash]

Sweet Pea how are you with Chad 😏 and the boys?

Sweet pea blushes and gets a bit defensive at first, putting up a pout. But Chad had an arm around him and gently pushes his shoulder, encouragingly.

"I'm getting some... Perspective" Sweet Pea replies, still not looking at you properly "...About what my life was and... Could have been. I'm starting to feel oddly relaxed in this house. And it's weird. I've never ever been this calm and... It's weird. Feels like I'm exposed, melting, about to fall apart. But at the same time....I like the new life I'm finding out exists put there... And exists for me"

He hugs his own knees, nuzzling on Chad.

[sideblogformindtrash]

What Ben and Jerry’s ice cream flavor do they most resemble and why?

Answer this Buzzfeed Quiz as your character. Share your result.

For little orfeu & sweet pea?

Did this based off their discriptions because Ben & Jerry's is way too expensive here so I never ate it, but,

Sweet Pea's gotta be Cherry Garcia. Its the fact that cherry's have this sweet, love associated flavor as well as being considered seductive, and the chunks of chocolate are similar, but with a darker and more mysterious touch to that. It's old and classic too, with this pit of fancyness to it. You could serve it at a meeting or at an intimate date.

Orfeu would go Dublin Mudslide. Similar reasons to Sweet Pea with the chocolate and Dublin, but a more fun twist to it. There's also his softer side being well represented by the cream and coffee fudge swirls referencing both how overworked he is and how he's a late nighter.

AS for who hurt them, for Orfeu:

This asshole bird

It was him! Sure, he looks innocent enough, like he might bring you a nice bowl of fruity cereal, but don’t trust him! He will stab you in the back the moment you turn away. Not so talkative now that you've been called out, are you bird? He knows what he did.

(parrot image attached)

Sweet Pea:

Global warming

It’s global warming that’s hurting you. But, hey, if it makes you feel any better, it’s hurting all of us, all the time! Hmm, that probably didn’t make you feel any better. Well, um, global warming disproportionately hurts people in developing nations! Wait, that’s not good either...

[sideblogformindtrash]

It's not much but it's honest work.

Cw: pet whump; implied past abuse

The water forms a tiny whirlpool going down the drain. Sweet Pea stares at it go, tinted pink.

It's fun that before, he never really knew if the pink was the paint on his locks, or blood mixed in the clear water.

This time he knew, and gladly, it was the more comforting option.

Still he finds hard to move, get the soap, wash himself. He's paralyzed, under the stream, watching the water spill, his mind whirling too.

Life had changed far too much, now, for him to ever go back. Something within him had changed too, or at least he felt so.

The things he had done now were piling up, staining his perfect record, his perfect mind, his perfect self. Yet the perfect pet he was didn't seem to really have a place in here, in a world outside those same four walls. And something else had surfaced. Someone that scared him, because he couldn't deny that however he was becoming… had wants, had needs, and had wills. Couldn't slip so easily into his role anymore. Couldn't make himself believe that he loved his master, and that he was happy, that any of those things had been worth it.

The person he was becoming was starting to reject the pet he had made to be. And that could never ever be good.

[sideblogformindtrash]

cw: consensual spice; implied noncon elements; pet whump;

He hears them laughing in the other room. And sure, he could join, but more often than not, Sweet Pea doesn’t, and it hurts because that’s so familiar. Staring at the ceiling hearing sounds of people, while eating away the same details all around him.

Green eyes stare at the wo od, tracing patterns, following every crook and crane of that room, like he did for every other one he had, until he knew them like the back of his hand, occupying all these tiny little cages of his and owning the space - and letting the space own him. Even now, he could close his eyes and see them perfectly: His room in the academy. Master’s bedroom. Orfeu’s spare room. And now Chad’s home. 

Four spaces that had eaten away almost all his hours, every second in this world closed up between four walls, and he felt part of this room. Not a single one of them had been home, and Sweet Pea doubted space even could be a home, as opposed to people.

And if that was the case, he was utterly alone. No home to return, physical or otherwise. 

And revisiting old memories, it strikes him how lonely he was. Enough to forge an entire relationship with someone who merely brushed his hand. To swear eternal devotion for someone who merely looked at him kindly, despite knowing it could only ever end up in disaster. To see his fantasies shatter, and let it hurt despite knowing the end from the very start.

He, for once, just wants to be loved.

And he wants love not to mean collars, bruises, pain, control.

He wants to feel something that is different. It doesn’t even have to be true - he doesn’t care. He just wants to, for a minute, feel loved, even if it’s a lie.

…When Chad comes into the room… Hell, why the fuck not? He is attractive. He is nice. And Sweet Pea already broke so many rules that no matter what - he is utterly screwed once Master gets him back.

Besides, there is a well meaning idiocy to all these guys. Sweet Pea can tell they want him well - and unlike Orfeu, he doesn’t feel looked down upon, like he is some precious little pet that they get to protect. No, they clearly don’t know what they are doing, but they don’t pretend to know, and he respects that.

“Hey Sweet-”

He gets cut off, as Sweet Pea slams him on the wall, going in for a kiss. Chad is shocked, and pushes him back, holding him by his shoulders.

“Hey, hey what is this-” He says, blinking, holding Sweet Pea’s hands.

“You know what this is” He purrs back, flustering his eyelashes, rolling his hips, just like he learned to. He is good at this. 

“...Sweet Pea… Orfeu said-”

“I don’t give a shit about what Orfeu said” he says, baring his teeth “I want this I want you, I want you now”

Chad looks at him for far too long, something storming inside him. Sweet Pea can see it. He can smell it.

“I care about what Orfeu said” Chad replies softly “He said that you would try to-”

“Screw that!” Sweet Pea says “I don’t need you to try and save me. You can’t! Just - Just please kiss me. Love me. Let me feel like you love me. I don’t care if you have to lie”

There is silence between them, long, and uncomfortable. Sweet Pea stares at his eyes, refusing to break eye contact, no matter what he sees in them. 

“If… you don’t want me…” he says softly, a little defeated “Because you don’t want me, for whatever reason… It’s… okay. But please… don’t reject me just because you are afraid to hurt me. I’m not a toy. I’m tired of being seen as one. I’m tired of not being heard”

Slowly, Chad lets go of his hands, and pulls him closer, into a hug. Sweet Pea nuzzles against his chest, inhaling his smell. A mix of something natural and salty, but good, and deodorant. He cuts the hug short though, and stares at him, demanding an answer.

…Chad locks the door, without even turning. And slowly, he pushes Sweet Pea back towards the bed, and he can’t help but smile. It will happen. It will really fucking happen… With someone who he doesn’t fear. He doesn’t hate. Who isn’t Master. 

And when they kiss, tongues intertwine… It’s happening, it’s really really happening.

And Chad holds him gently, stripping him away from his clothes, kissing his skin tenderly, piece by piece falling onto the floor as Sweet Pea all but melts under him, until…

Chad stops. Stops and stares, once his briefs go out. Oh. Right.

“Sweet Pea what - what is this?” The jock frowns, trying to hide his nervousness. Sweet Pea crosses his legs, and looks away in shame. 

“Master put it there” He replies, not looking at him.

“Your Master? So… This was months ago! Why didn't you say anything?” He says shocked, and Sweet Pea flinches at the tone. At least it’s just shock, and maybe worry. He couldn’t bear to hear pity “No, no. I’m sorry. It’s… You shouldn’t be embarrassed about it. But, uh- we need to get it out. I don’t think you can wear these things for this long…”

“I don’t have the key” Sweet Pea simply says, not really wanting to discuss this, or think about it.

“We could get something to cut it off with” Chad says, scratching his head. Sweet Pea sighs, and pulls his head closer, into another kiss. “Later” he whispers, kissing Chad’s neck, and pawing at his crotch “Later. Right now - please. Do me. I need this” 

Chad nods, a hand tracing his hips, pressing gently on defined muscle, following the curve of his body. 

Loved. He just wants to feel loved. He doesn’t care if it’s a lie. 

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Chad the good lad as requested.

cw: pet whump; begging for punishment; shouting; mentioned whipping;

Thud. 

He turns around startled, his first thought that one of his teammates finally caught him stealing the cheese sticks during the night… But no. He blinks a bit, closing the fridge and studying the darkness until he sees a shape on the floor. 

Chad turns the lights on first, seeing Sweet Pea holds something up for him, head down, arms lifted. A phone, with the screen cracked. Hesitantly, Chad takes it. It’s his phone, and it’s now broken and locked for a couple hours.

If it was anyone else, he would be upset. But this situation is just… surreal, because never has he been apologized to by someone on their knees, pale, and scared, terrified of being hit. He never understood pets, the very idea disturbed him, and now that Sweet Pea lived with them, that was only made worse… Because most of the time, he was just a fun little guy. And then sometimes… he was like this.

“What happened?” He finally says, Sweet Pea letting go of the breath he was holding.

“I wanted to call my Master” he admits, a tone carefully crafted in his voice, void of his usual snarkiness “But I couldn’t guess the code… So I got upset and… Threw it”

Chad just stares, kind of hoping Sweet Pea will just get up. He doesn’t, he just waits, until Sweet Pea gets tired of it.

“Hurt me” He explains, shivering for what he has been waiting.

"Sweet Pea-"

"No. Hurt me. Break me like I broke your phone"

Chad looks down, caressing the crack on the screen and avoiding Sweet Pea’s eyes.

"Is not that big of a deal. It's fine "

"it's not" Sweet Pea shudders, the salty tone returning "You don't know shit, do you."

His lips quiver, as he stares down, and he fights the tears. 

"... I know I don't want to do that" He puts his phone back on his pocket “If it was your Master… he would?”

“...Yes” He says soflty “He’d whip me”

“...Did you… like getting whipped?” Chad frowns.

“No. Of course not. it’s punishment” Sweet Pea says, still controlling himself. He’s scared, too scared to even be snobbish.

“Then… why do you want it?”

“Makes me better” he mumbles.

“Better… for who?” Chad leans back “Not better for you, is it?”

Sweet Pea lifts his eyes, slowly getting up from the floor.

“I don’t live for me” he mumbles.

“Maybe you… You should. You are kind of… stuck with yourself”

Sweet Pea looks down, shakes his head.

“The longer I stay away, the more it will hurt the day he gets me back”

“Well…” Chad tries to smile, tries to approach “What if he doesn’t? You could-”

“DON’T TELL ME TO HAVE HOPE” Sweet Pea shouts, and steps back, all his fury shining through… But tears coming to his eyes, just as much “Can’t you see how cruel that is?”

“Sweet Pea-”

“No. No. Don’t make me like living here, don’t make me think this can last because it won’t. And when he find me, when he has me back, it will hurt so much more. I hate this. I hate you. I want to go back”

He steps away, slamming the door, and going to cry in the corner, hugging his plushie. Angry tears, he tells himself, even if he knows they are not.

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Trying a different approach with SP cause love isn’t working -

CW: Pet whump; dehumanization;  kidnapping; implying going back to whumper;

He is… actually surprised that Orfeu comes to visit him. Even more shocked that Farlan, his Master’s son - his fukcing kidnapper - is there, too.

He genuinely thought they had just abandoned him. Stolen him, then dropped him off to be someone else’s problem. But since they are back… And since Farlan is here… He quickly hides that shock, and runs towards him.

“T-take me back” His attempt at sounding demanding fails so bad that he stutters “Take me back to my Master, take me back, take me back now”

“You could at least say Hi…” Farlan says, fitting his glasses. He only glances briefly at Orfeu, his face as impassive as always.

“NO. Master must be so worried. I want to go back. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be bad” he feels the knot forming on his throat “I’ve been - I’ve been bad. I need Master to correct me. I need to be made better. But I never stopped wanting to be back, I never stopped thinking of Master”

By this point, he is in tears. He hates that he is crying, let alone in front of these people. He sees Chad peeking over the hallway, the entire frat house just behind him. Orfeu follows his gaze, but all the boys hush to hide before he can see them. 

“Sweet Pea… Deep breaths okay?” Orfeu tries.

“NO! I - I need Master. I’ve been kidnapped, this is wrong, is bad, is bad. Master must be so distressed-”

“Sweet Pea… My father… Is not a good man” Young Master says. He sounds awfully tired “You only will be hurt if-”

“I don’t care! He is my Master-”

“He is looking for you” Orfeu speaks, Farlan gives him a questioning look, that he just ignores “He got the police to raid my home”

Sweet Pea looks at him, smiling through his tears. Master does care. He is looking…

“Do you really want to go with him, Sweet Pea?” Orfeu stares at him, same blank face “Chad told me how things are going around here. He said you seem to be… Having fun, for once”

….Now he feels trapped. Chad told him of his shitty behavior? That he enjoyed it???

“If he gets you again, it’s game over” Farlan says, taking  a seat on the bed “...I stole you. It’s true. And I won’t be able to do it a second time. And… We can’t keep you locked up forever”

“S-so… I’ll be able to go back?” He feels… confused. Relieved too. And… scared. He swings on his heels.

“Eventually. But I wish you’d give us a chance” Orfeu says bluntly “I wish you’d give yourself a chance” 

He wants to pick up the toy. He fucking likes that stupid plush. He still doesn’t want this man to know he does so.

“Why should I? You guys kidnapped me. You - you are trying to corrupt… Oh god, it’s a test, isn’t it?” he trembles, backing up. None of the men move or even shift from that serious expression.

“...It’s not” Orfeu leans against the doorway, carefully studying Sweet Pea’s expression “Is just… Things are not as simple as they seem. And trust me - I know we sound scary. What we are proposing is… the opposite of everything you have ever known. We’re not asking you to dip your toes, just to jump on a fucking river which you can’t even see the bottom of - but we will be there to catch you”

“Or you can stay on the shore forever” Farlan says, trying to get into the little metaphor the other man build “And things will never change”

“You paced around my room a billion times didn't you? You were counting the cracks on the wall, the little trees outside… Everything. You did the same with your Master, didnt you? And before, in the training rooms” he tilts his head and smiles “You must be really fucking bored”

“You could… you know, dance for yourself, for once” Farlan says. And that is tempting. He enjoyed the days when the Master was off for long. Days where he could practice and dance to his own rhythm “And learn new songs and new styles, things that have been kept from you”

Orfeu nods in agreement.

“Haru told me about it. They censor most of the material that reaches the facility. To keep ‘bad ideas’ away. He is a phenomenal musician - one that didn’t even know rap was a thing. Fun isn’t it?” he waves his hand “There is a lot they kept from you. A whole fucking world. And you’ll never see it, if you go back”

Sweet Pea stares at them for a moment, then, he turns around, and sits on the corner, covering his ears. He doesn’t want to hear this. Doesn’t want them to be here.

Farlan gets up and goes to the door. Orfeu lingers, until he turns to face him.

“I know I’ve kept things from you as well, keeping you locked up on the bedroom. The truth is: I’m not sure how to help you when you don’t want me to. But, if you decide to give it a shot, I’ll take you out. Me and the boys, we’ll let you just… See things, for once. Own your own fucking body. That, if you want to”

With that, he shrugs and walks away, closing the door, leaving Sweet Pea trembling. He reaches for his plush. So, he just needs to endure this for some more time and… And they’ll let him go back to Master?

He buries his face on the sucklet’s fur. He hopes Master lets him keep it.

@kim-poce​ @kittysselfships​,

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cw: pet whump; (consensual) drug use; disordered eating;

Sweet Pea giggled, resting on the arm of the couch, eyes red and dazed. He felt calm, for once. Calm and happy. It was the fucking drugs of course, but even if he knew that - he was too giggly and calm to care.

Even when Taylor wrapped his arm around him, Sweet Pea just leaned into it, resting his head on the man’s chest, while the jocks chatted over an episode of… something. He wouldn’t know, he had never watched TV.

They passed the joint back to him, and he dragged more of the smoke, eyes shutting softly, as he felt so, so sleepy. And fuck, he was getting hungry too.

There were snacks on the table, but only… Not allowed ones. Nothing good, healthy, nothing for a pet. It almost shocked him the sheer spite that surrounded those words, dancing on his brain....

Fuck it. He didn’t care. He reached and took a bag of chips, pulling it open carelessly. He laughed when he heard all of the boys around him cheering.

“Yeah Sweet Pea!!”

“Show that mean coach of yours!!” 

“Baby's first snack!”

He gave them all a pristine smile, opening and shoving a bunch of the contents on his mouth. 

He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it wasn’t this. There was actual taste to this thing. Industrialized, fake and with more salt than Sweet Pea would have on a normal week, but it was a taste.

He kept digging on it, maybe because of the drugs, maybe because of the defiance… it was the best thing he had ever had.

He pushed the little voice on his head away. The screaming sound of him being ‘A bad pet’. He was screwed one way or the other, wasn’t he?  

So, he nuzzles again on the chest of that man that was not his Master, eating that crappy food he was never supposed to have, high out of his mind. He couldn’t remember feeling this… free, ever before, so careless, no prying eyes around him, ready to hurt him. And what a crap life he was leading if this was the epitome of his freedom.

@kim-poce​ @kittysselfships​

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Sweet Pea & Miles, part 2

Collab with @mazeish sequel to this

cw: dehumasination, low self esteem; fear of punishment;. negative self talk; nightmares

After the movie ends, Sweet Pea picks up Lobo and Miles, carrying them up to his bedroom. He is pretty chill with sharing a bed with him, so he just cuddles up and allows himself to admit how cute Miles is. He falls asleep with Miles in his arms, the moon illuminating his frame from the window.

Long after the house is silent, Miles begins to thrash. 

“They’re going to hurt you.” A haunting voice whispered in his ear, though there was no figure in sight. It was Sweet Pea. He knew the voice. 

“There’s nothing you can do about it. They’re going to be just like Jaze but stronger.”

He opens his mouth to speak but no words escape. 

His eyes darted open to see dark. Sweet Pea is next to him when he awakes, his sleep appears to be undisturbed.

He realizes that he must have fallen asleep after Sweet Pea’s warning. Gently, he crept downstairs and took his shirt off, neatly folding it on the floor beside him. He left Lobo, they wouldn’t want him to have the comfort. He kneeled and waited until the sun cast sun shadows on the carpet in front of him.

Chad was the first to wake up, and when he walked to the kitchen he was surprised to see Miles there. Especially with his chest on show and all those scars. He approaches him hesitantly. "Morning buddy!" He doesn’t let his voice waver.

“Good-good morning sir.” Miles managed. “This use-useless pet is ready.”

"Hey, hey, Buddy. What's this talk?” He kneeled next to him, rubbing his hair.

Miles forced himself to not flinch away from the touch. “This useless pet is ready for its punishment s-sir.

"What punishment? Who told you there would be one?" Chad frowns, eyes wide, hoping this wasn't one of the jocks trying to play a trick on the poor boy.

“Sweet-Sweet Pea told me that- that you would.” He said, choking on a sob. “Before- before this useless pet slept. He saids- saids that it’d be like Jaze, but, but stronger.”

Chad frowned. Why the hell would Sweet Pea say such a thing? That was so mean. Poor Miles didn't deserve that. "Hey buddy, no one is going to hurt you.”

“B-but-“ Miles choked on his words.

"Shhh. I don't know why Sweet Pea said that... But you are safe here" he promised, holding his hand and petting it "No one will hurt you. And I'll fight whoever tries, okay? I promise,buddy."

“It- it doesn’t believe you.” He said regretfully. “Sw- Sweet Pea wouldn’t lie to it.”

Chad nods, sighing. He gets up and knocks on Sweet Pea’s door, getting a sleepy and annoyed looking Sweet Pea to come out of the bedroom. 

"What?" He asks, rubbing his eyes, clearly annoyed to be awakened. 

"You apologize to Miles." Chad demands, catching Sweet Pea off guard. He crosses his arms.

"What? What did I do?" He complains.

"You told him we'd hurt him." Chad says, trying to be firm with him.

"No I didn't! Why would I do that?" Sweet Pea says, shocked that he is being acused.

In the kitchen, Miles puts his hands to his face and begins to sob, cries that echo through the house.

"Sweet Pea!" Chad demands. 

"I really didn't!" He complains back, getting defensive and scared that he is being framed. Why would Miles do this to him?

“It remembers!” Miles cries. “Before it went to- to sleep.”

"Miles... You slept on the couch" Sweet Pea says, trying to be calm despite feeling betrayed "You must have dreamed it.”

“No- no before we went to bed. It remembers, you saids that- that it’d be like Jaze, only worse. Miles cries “It knows it remembers!”

Chad looks angrily at Sweet Pea, who is getting more upset by the second with these accusations.

"I don't even know who Jaze is!" He complains, backing off onto the room, sad and scared that Miles is doing this to him. He slams the door shut and locks it up, ignoring the sound of Chad banging on it.

Chad looks back to see Miles kneeling, back straight once again. He’s ready for whatever.

Chad sighs softly "I'm sorry Miles. I don't know why he is being difficult. But we won't hurt you."

Miles lets out a quiet sob and shakes his head.

"Oh sweetheart," Chad crouches down. "I promise - you are safe. Would - would talking to Esme on the phone help?" Miles shakes his head again "She asked us to take care of you, and we will, little buddy. Lets have some breakfast?" He tries again, and seeing his options dwindling Miles nods, crawling beside Chad on all fours, looking up at him every few paces.

Chad serves him a bowl of cereal, putting it on the floor for him "Here buddy."

Miles kneels “Th-Thank you so-so much for allowing this- this useless pet to eat.”

Chad seats on the floor, legs crossed. He puts his hand on his head. "Oh little guy. Don't talk so harshly of yourself."

Miles blinks at him. “It’s- it’s sorry, it’s just trying to see itself in the way it’s been treated. Is…is that…wrong?”

"Well... Yeah. Kinda.” Chad scratches his head "People say and do mean things, so you can't see yourself on how you are treated. Self love comes from inside little buddy. And you are worthy of love"

“It…it is?” He asks, bewildered.

“Of course you are little buddy. For the Record: I think you are great" he promised, scratching his ear.

Miles looked up at him, eyes wide. “Wh-why? What makes it different from any other pet?”

"I don't know many pets buddy" he admits, with a soft smile "But you know everyone has strengths and nice things. Like a big football team. Every player is different and they are all important and the team only works with them all together. You have your strengths and flaws, but they make you unique and important for the team!" He says trying to recite one of his encouragement speeches. He doesn't quite know how else to help.

“It doesn’t think it has any strengths. They call it stupid fucking dog slut. Those words all seem weak.” Miles admits

"Well…" he wets his lips trying to think. This is super fucked up. It hurts to bear witness to it. The whole pet thing is fucked up "...Then they are not your teammates. They are the enemy team. They are only saying mean things to make you feel weak and make your team lose confidence so they win the game. Your team will tell you that you are sweet, persistent and smart, and a good boy."

“If it’s a good boy, wh-why don’t other people realize it? If you and Esme and Orfeu can, why can’t- can’t people like Jaze and Venus?”

"Because there are bad people" He says "Bad people who do mean things. It's sad but it's what it is. But you gotta remember these bad people are not your team. They are the enemy - and they tell you lies to make you sad. Your team is Esme, and Orfeu, and me. It's our words that matter, not theirs"

Miles nods. “It- it doesn’t really get football. Is it like- like this?”

"Well. Kind of. But less insults and being mean and more throwing a ball." he shrugs "Would you like to learn?"

“All the players look strong, and it’s- it’s not really but….it’d like to learn anyway.”

"Hey, you don't have to be buffy to play, I promise." He giggles. "You’ll enjoy it, I think. Let's finish breakfast and I'll show you"

“Alright!” Miles smiles and finishes lapping up his cereal.

In the meantime, the other ones, who were all piled at the door peeking, come forward and start eating too, all but Sweet Pea.

Miles noticed this, tilted his head. “Where’s Sweet Pea?”

"I think he is still upset." He said softly, worrying this might cause another scene.

“But- But it remembers him telling him!” Miles said, eyes widening. “If it could pull the memory out of its brain in a thread like the old guy in that one movie, it would show you.” He said urgently. “But it’s not. Obviously.”

"Hey, hey Miles. It's okay." He promises, trying to calm him down "I'm not sure what happened there. But you know now you are safe, right? And that's good. You are safe."

“It’s safe, o-okay. It wants Lobo, should it go get it, or, or you?”

"Well... I think maybe I should go. Unless you want to try and talk to him?"

Miles shakes his head with wide eyes.

Chad nods at this and walks to the door "Sweet Pea-“

"Leave me alone!" He screams from the inside, muffled by a blanket.

"...I will. Just please can you hand me Lobo...?"

There is silence for a bit, then shuffling inside the room. The door opens for a split second and he shoves the wolf plush outside, Chad grabs it, immediately Sweet Pea slams the door shut again.

Chad holds the plush to his chest and begins to walk to the kitchen. It’s battered, quite so. Parts of it are stained with things he doesn’t even want to think about, and part of the nose is chipped off. Miles sees Chad from around the corner. He holds his arms up, flexing his hands and reaching for Lobo as soon as he’s in sight.

Chad looks at him sadly. "He is fine, baby. Lobo is fine." Miles grabs Lobo and holds him to his chest, nuzzling his face in the plush fur.

"Want to go play? You and Lobo, we can teach you." He promised.

Miles nodded, still wide eyed.

"Come buddy. It’ll be fun, you'll like it." Chad says, gesturing him to follow to the backyard, already holding the ball.

“Y-Yes, it- it’d like that, s-sir.” Miles assures.

"That's nice buddy." He pets him, taking him to the yard. Miles stands there, awaiting instruction.

"So, why don't we just start by tossing the ball?" He shows It to Miles.

Miles admires the ball. “Why is- is it oval? Shouldn’t it be a circle?”

"Well, not in this game." Chad smiles, thinking that is cute "It’s not made to roll like in other sports - but to be tossed and stay in the air as long as possible." he gives it to him "Here, hold it buddy.”

Miles holds the ball, wrapping his hands around it like he saw the people on the jocks TV do. “Is- is this right?”

"Right! Look at you, already getting the hang of it." He smiles affectionately at the boy, taking a few steps back "Okay, now throw it to me!"

Miles throws the football, wincing as it flies north, going vertically before falling a few feet from him. He looks at Chad, starting to shake. “S-sorry, sorry sorry.”

"Hey, no- that's a good toss! Look how strong you are!" he smiled, running up to get the ball from where it landed.

“Strong?” Miles mutters to himself. He has always been called weak.

"Yeah! Look how far that went!" Chad smiles, getting back.

“Could it- it try again?” He asks sheepishly.

"Of course!" He tosses the ball back at Miles. He catches it sloppily, looking to Chad for approval.

He nods "Good catch boy, toss it here." He gestures.

Miles tosses it back, giving a small smile when Chad was able to catch it without jumping to the side.

"Ahah nice!" Chad says, and tosses it once again for Miles. He is gonna just go over the very basics, he decides, no point in really trying to teach the whole game right now.

Miles’ tail begins to sway as he throws the ball back to Chad. He’s being good!

After a while of this, Miles starts to appear pretty tired, and honestly, the sun is getting a little high, so he smiles "How about we take a break? Second breakfast!" he offers

Miles' eyes widened. “You’re- You’re not obligated to feed it again, s-sir!”

Chad giggles. "Nonsense, you need energy after all this sport! Let's go!"

Miles nods and follows Chad into the house, calmer now.

The other jokes are awake now, and doing things around the house, and they made some pastries and shakes, other stuff for eating, and it's all over the table "So what would you like? More juice?”

Miles stops. “Whatever you want it to have.”

"Oh come on buddy" Chad says, but maybe he shouldn't push it too much. He seems to be nervous all the time already, a permanent expression of fear on his face. "Hm, let's just see what everyone had… Look, these pastries look nice."

Miles drops down on his knees, waiting to be hand fed like a good pet. Chad sees this again, and it breaks his heart a little "...Let's eat outside? Like a picnic?" he suggests, so they'll both be on the floor, on an equal level.

“Could-could they come?” He gestures to the jocks. He hadn’t had that many different people in his company since as long as he could remember.

"But of course." He says, and smiles at the others. "RIGHT GUYS?"

And one by one they say “Of course” and pet Miles as they move outside.

As they get outside, Miles sits on his knees compliantly. He’s ready and open for them to do anything they want to him.

They all join, taking seats on the grass and bringing some of the food together. Now there is a lot more of it. Chad pets Miles back 

“Eatwhatever looks tasty." He offers, hoping that by wording like this, and not ‘whatever you want', Miles will be more comfortable picking

Miles swallows, trying to understand the test. It had to be, he didn’t get to choose what he thought was good.

"Come on.'' Chad cues, then cuts a piece of something for him. "Why don't you try this if you are not sure"?

Miles looks forward, eating it from his hand as he looks up to Chad.

The jocks all look at each other. They start cutting up pieces of everything so Miles will at least eat, and putting it on a plate for him while Chad just stays still, afraid to scare him away.

Miles gradually scoots down, eating the food off the plate messily.

Chad holds back a sigh and pets him. Miles leans into the pets gratefully. At least he is eating; that's the important part, even if it's a bit messy right now.

He smiles and pets him some more "Is it good, buddy?"

Miles looks up to him and nods shyly.

"I'm glad. So what do you guys say? A movie now? A nap? Both sound like good options.

“Movie?” Miles asks tentatively.

"Movie sounds good" Chad says, and all the jocks start agreeing, all just trying their best to make Miles feel safe and loved.

“Wh- what movie?“

"Hmmm what's your favorite movie Miles?" He asks, hoping he has one.

“It doesn’t have favorite things.”

"Well... And one you like very much?"

“It likes, um, Bolt?” He says hopefully, looking up.

Chad looks at the other jocks, having a little nonverbal debate. They shrug. They watched it already, but if it's to make Miles happy - and most importantly, validate his choice - they will watch it again no problem.

"Good pick! We'll watch Bolt.”

And everyone agrees, making little excited sounds to let Miles know they are happy.

Miles wags his tail. “Th-thank you!”

"Of course" Chad smiles, petting him, thinking him wagging his tail is just the cutest "It's a great movie." And they all start to pick up the things from the breakfast to carry inside.

Miles crawls along the grass, tail swishing out from behind him.

Chad lingers behind with Miles, while the others rush ahead to prepare the TV and find the movie again. He scratches his head lazily, checking his phone to see if there is any messages from Esme.

The phone lights up. “Hi! How is Miles?” The message reads.

...Right on time, he giggles. "Just had a second breakfast and we're going to watch Bolt." he says, and then more concerned "You said he was a rescue?"

“Yea. Me and my ex girlfriend found him tied in an alleyway. The last owner he had was so bad he was targeted for pet abuse, which I didn’t even know was a thing. We took him home, and a while in my ex, Venus, she…told me that he had left on his own accord, but he was really in my basement the whole time. She messed him up…really bad. Drugged him too. Then the act was over and we moved to my friends.”

He cringes reading that. "Good riddance. Poor thing is scared beyond his mind" he comments, scratching Miles ear "But we’re keeping him calm."

“That’s good. How are him and Sweet Pea doing?”

He hesitates. "Not well. They had a fight and Sweet Pea locked himself in the bedroom" he answers "He hasn't come out since yesterday"

“Oh. What happened?”

"He said Sweet Pea woke him up and told him we were going to hurt him, so he'd be scared and cry. Sweet Pea says he had a nightmare" he replies, biting his cheek. He is not happy that they are fighting.

“He has those a lot, and he confuses them with reality often.”

"I thought so. Sweet Pea is a messed up little guy but his brand of insults is a lot more like 'you are a dirty peasant' and a lot less malicious threats like that" Chad says, taking a seat and looking back at Sweet Pea's door. "But he is really upset that Miles 'lied' and put him in trouble, and Miles thinks he is telling the truth, so I don't know what to do”

“That’s a tough situation. I’d talk to Sweet Pea, if I were you. Miles would feel bad if he thought you believed he was lying.”

"Yeah. I don't think Sweet Pea will like to apologize for something he didn't do. He is complicated" he admits, petting Miles as the movie is set on the TV.

“Complicated, but he does seem sweet.”

"Surprised you got that impression from him. But he really does like Miles. He was all happy when he learned he was coming"

“You know Orfeu and Blue, right? Maybe all of them could have one big slumber party someday? ”

"Yeah, Orfeu is my boyfriend. But Sweet Pea is with me partially because he never adapted to living with Orfeu." he explains

“Ah, that makes sense. Has Miles been any stressed with all the people in the house?”

"He was at first but I think he actually feels comfy now" and he just snaps a picture of Miles being surrounded by jocks while they all watch Bolt

“I’m glad he feels safe with you.”

"Wanna talk with him?"

“Yea, I will after his movie.”

"Okay. Enjoy your trip" he texts, smiling a little and trying to gather courage to tackle Sweet Pea again

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Sweet Pea, steal Bonnie and hold it above Blue’s head

I wrote this once and then tumblr ate it. Sad.

CW: Messing with a comfort object, boot licking, pet whump, dehumanization, panic attack, triggering, whumpee acting as whumper

“Co-come on, t-t-talk to B-b-bbluueee” The pet kept nagging him. He had already told him he didn’t want to talk or do anything. Why wouldn’t he leave him alone? At least the other one - the good pet - had gotten the message and kept his distance “It, it knows you have a p-plush! T-t-they could, could m-make T-tea party with, with Bonnie!!”

“That’s fucking childish” He snapped back “Leave me alone”

“It, it, it is… B-b-but w-what’s the b-bad on, on it? Y-you didn’t got to be a child before so-”

“SHUT UP, you have no clue what you are talking about” Sweet Pea gritted his teeth, a sudden burst of hurt and anger fueling him…

He grabbed the plush out of Blue’s hands. It was just a second of his eyes going wide, before Blue was screaming, trying to jump over him and get the plush back. Sweet Pea held it out of his reach, holding him back with the other hand. He was easy enough to keep but…

Fuck, that was too much-

“Please please please give it back g-g-give her b-back her is Blue’s only friend it need her it need her it need her, it will be good, will be good, will be good!” He barely made out these words, as it was only half spoken, and half screeched like a fucking animal, tears starting to flow down his scarred cheeks, snot on his nose, and his eyes… So fucking wide and huge, framed by the dark bags from sleeplessness… They looked like they were trying to jump out of his skull.

“Blue-”

“PLEASE IT WILL DO ANYTHING, hurt it, hurt it, hurt it not, not her, please, please-” He said, barely getting time to breathe “Please do anything, b-b-beat your y-your useless dog, h-h-hurt it, c-cane it or, or whip, not her, not her-”

Blue slid down to his knees, as Sweet Pea paled, heart jumping to his throat. Blue grabbed his ankles, and started kissing his feet. Sweet Pea jumped back, nearly losing balance… And thew the bunny back at him.

He wanted Blue to be annoyed. Maybe a bit hurt and scared. He didn’t want this. He…. he didn’t even know what to think, what to do with this. Was this how all the other mutts behaved? Was this… Was this because of what he went through?

Sweet Pea curled away on the corner, and Blue darted out of the bedroom, going to hide somewhere else. He wanted to hide to, so he scrambled back into the small wardrobe.

That must be why the man had been so angry. Maybe… Maybe he should really leave some things alone.

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CW: conditioned mindset; dehumanization; nsfw/noncon (right at the beggining)/masturbation; collar/leash; pet whump; multiple whumpees; food/dietary restrictions; failed escape attempt; unhealthy coping mechanisms;

Sweet Pea would be locked in that room for hours and hours. He paced the room, took note of every little detail, followed the patterns on the carpet, counted the cracks on the wall, the knots on the wood, how many bedsheets there were on the closet and their colors.

Eventually, that got too boring, as he knew it by heart, so he moved to the window. It was amazing. The view was beautiful, nothing like the view of a city. There were trees and birds and small animals, mountains and pretty colors when the sun rise and fell. And that’s exactly why he had postponed looking outside so much. Once he traced, noted and counted every single thing there… He would be bored again.

He was beginning to get tempted to leave the room. It was always unlocked when the man was home - and always locked when he wasn’t. Sweet Pea tested every single time, looking for a chance of escape. Sometimes, he tested it over and over and over, hoping if he tried enough, it would somehow be magically open, and he could go back to…

...To being bored in a bigger, lavisher room, he thought. He pushed away those thoughts. They were more and more frequent, the longer he stood locked in this place.

That is, when the thing wasn’t driving him mad. He had considered getting it off and blaming it on his captors. Master would understand. Master would forgive him. But that would be a lie, and he was well trained and good. He just tried to do the best to distract himself, and sometimes, he was a little bad and resorted to his fingers, trying to just get some relief. It only ever made it worse, even hard to withstand, but he couldn’t do anything. Master had decided he wanted to control his orgasms, and extended his grip over him even when he wasn’t around to enforce it. 

...The only break from his boredom and despair was the moments the man would come in with food. Orfeu. That was the fucking kidnapper’s name. He would sit, and make his presence last way longer than desired, as he rambled about useless things.

He realized soon enough that it was a strategy to run him down, because he craved any distraction from his boredom, so much so that he would occasionally surrender and engage in conversations with him.

The fucker even tried to bribe him, too. With clothes and snacks and a plush. Sweet Pea refused everything, and he would usually leave it all there, anyway. He got so angry he threw the plush out the window, once. He regretted it. He… actually really wanted to keep it. Not that he would dare ask for it. Although when the man noticed… he got it back, washed it, and returned it. Sweet Pea kept it this time, although he kept it well hidden. If he asked, he’d say he destroyed it. 

He picked it up, the little star-shaped thing. He had also traced it, analyzed it, counted everything there was to count. He sighed, hugging it close and cleaning a tear on it, tucking it back under the mattress and going to check the door again. 

Locked of course. But as he turned back to walk the room, to re-trace the knots on the wall… the lock rattled. He turned, chest aching. That couldn’t be the man, he hadn’t come home. Sweet Pea kept good track of it. So… Was it Master? Had he finally come to rescue him?

Of course, that hope was crushed soon. It was the blue haired pet, with the face all sliced up, eyes sunken deep, collarbone exposed on the V-line shirt, revealing the tip of more scars that seemed to form a word. Toy, if he had guessed right. He swallowed dry. Seeing that pet was unnerving. Even if right now, he was smiling, holding the old bunny plush. It looked as ragged as he did. Fitting.

“Hey, h-hey Pea-boy. Blue and my boy H-haru will do a coffee-shop run today. Y-you want to come along?’

He frowned, that was not what he ever expected to hear from a pet. But… that sounded like a chance to escape.

“Coffee shop run…?”

“Oo-orfeu is, is s-selfish and keeps, a-all the coffee for himself, so, so Blue sometimes gets some. Haru l-likes to come too”

“...Is… Does he know this? Your Master”

It was his time to frown, seeming to think.

“Kind, kind of. He, he knows we l-leave. N-not always w-w-when or where to. But, it, it uses his card, so, so he sees w-when it gets a uber”

He blinked, having no clue what he just said. Also… he called himself an it. Never a good sign.

“B-bb-b-but, -y-y-you’ll have to, to go on a leash” Blue says, shrugging “B-b-because you are r-r-runny away boy. B-b-blue tried that once and got, got kidnapped”

“...I’m already kidnapped” He sighed. That sounded like something a Master would scheme to make a pet not try to run. Get them kidnapped by someone worse, so they only ever felt safe home. As good pets. Only home was safe.

“T-T-that’s double kidnap. Sounds, sounds better to, to stop at one. You coming?”

...Sweet Pea nodded, slipping out of his pajamas and into a floral dress. It was… also a gift from his kidnapper. But… he couldn’t exactly go with the clothes he had been kidnapped in. They left everything on show. And since his collar had been taken from him, the pet landed him another one, with a little heart tag and the name ‘Haru’ on it.

It looked bad. It wasn’t an ugly collar, it had some pretty white flowers embroidered on it and it was soft... but it wasn’t… his. This felt wrong. Felt like something a bad pet would do. He was good, he was. He was only accepting it so he could go back home.

...He felt stupid as the other pet clipped a leash to the collar and pulled him downstairs. He almost asked him to wait, he wasn’t prepared to leave yet… But he swallowed that and kept his pride. He took in the scene of the house, taking a good look for the first time. It wasn’t very impressive. It was small, kind of empty but somehow… Cozy. Felt like an actual home.

Blue walked him to the kitchen and handed the leash to the other pet - the one called Haru, who he remembered from the training center. A proper pet, too. But it felt ridiculous to be held by another pet, especially when he was so small that Sweet Pea towered over him.

“S-s-so Pea-boy, t-t-his is the scheme. H-haru is, is our Master and, he, he is mute. W-w-we are his e-e-emotional support pets”

He lifted an eyebrow, taking a look at them again. No one would be fooled by that crap.

“Does this even...work?”

“Yeah. T-t-they don’t, don’t b-believe us b-b-but if you give them money t-they don’t care”

“Hm…” He hummed nervously. He was outnumbered, but he still thought he could just get away with it. Haru seemed small enough to just be pushed away, and Blue… He looked fragile. He couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but he looked so, even more when most of his attention seemed to be destined to keep that plush safe.

They called the ‘uber car’ they had talked about, Haru pushing Sweet Pea in the middle of them, so he wouldn’t escape. The driver frowned at the unusual passengers... but didn’t question much. It’s during this drive that Sweet Pea finally notices… His hands. They are mangled and cut, and the disposition of scars makes it pretty clear that those fingers were pulled out - he wasn’t born like this. He holds his mouth, feeling like he is about to be sick. How… how fucking bad he had to be to get scars like these? Those are far beyond any punishment he ever saw.

“...I know you, you a-are looking” Blue points, making him shiver a little. He wasn’t being as discreet as he thought.

“Those… your scars… you did something to deserve them… Didn’t you?” 

“I’m working on, on a-accepting that, that nothing I did c-c-could’be prompted such p-punihsments”

“I don’t get it” Sweet Pea whispers, hugging himself. 

...He doesn’t get much time to think about it, as the driver stops and drops them in front of a coffee shop.

“T-t-thank you!” Blue giggles, pushing the door open and doing a little spin. Lapdog 101 behavior, but still he’s got… way too many scars to look like one. Scars that supposedly, he didn’t deserve.

...Well… No time to think, now. He figures he is strong enough to yank Haru with him so he just turns and tries to run. Of course, Haru can’t hold him…. But the Blue pet moves quickly and moves his feet on his wat. He trips and falls over his leg, and Blue holds him down.

“It, it knew you’d, you’d try s-something like this” he giggles, as if they are playing. As if Sweet Pea was a joke.

“S-s-shut up. Let me go. Let me go you fucking peasant”

“If, if you behave!” He still sounds playful “Master is, is nice. Y-you should give him a chance”

“Weren’t you screaming that you hate him the other day?”

That makes him seem more sad, as he looks away and pouts, he and Haru still struggling to hold Sweet Pea down. Truth is, he isn’t putting that much of a struggle. He doesn’t want to call attention. A good pet is invisible, unless presented or being shown by Master.

“B-b-blue was having a d-d-diffcult moment, okay?”

“Shut up, just let me go, peasant”

...He rolls his eyes.

“Li-listen here, Pea-boy Y-you might be, be royalty but, but Blue is I-Internet Famous and t-t-that’s a lot b-b-better” he snaps his fingers a couple of times “It, it has sub-celebrity powers”

...He shifts uncomfortably, pushing him off and going on his knees. Blue is still smiling, now holding the leash. Sweet Pea narrows his eyes, annoyed.

“...What is internet?”

“....you know when Masters and trainers are typing in computers?”

“Yeah... “ He crosses his arms and looks down “That’s internet?”

Blue nods.

“That’s… That sounds cool, actually” Sweet Pea admitted, sighing “But it doesn’t matter. I can’t stay. Your Master kidnapped me. He isn’t my owner. I love him. I love Master. I want to go back”

...He hears a soft little sigh, as the other pet sits in front of them on the sidewalk, His expression is way more serious than Blue. Hurt, almost. Blue looks as he gestures.

“H-he, h-he said that he, he gets it. That he was, was there, o-owned by Grand Master and, and Farlan” Blue explains, reading the signs. Sweet Pea doesn’t understand and can’t follow it, he is glad for the translations “And that, that he knows how, how it feels to be there… For so, so long. But, but leaving was, was the best thing that happened to him. He isn’t as lonely, he isn’t hurting, and he feels… like he knows what it means to be alive”

“...Master didn’t want him anymore. It’s different” He crosses his arms, fixing his hair, while Blue goes back to looking at the signs.

“...Woah, Haru, that’s... savage” Blue gives a forced smile “He asked if you are just, just going to wait until, until Master is done a-abusing you and destroying you or, or if you’ll take the chance to, to be happy now”

“W-w-hat… that’s not true” Sweet Pea curled up, hugging himself “I’m his precious pet. He loved me”

“B-b-but it is true. They have, have always told them that, they loved him too, but they, they hurt him until, until he couldn’t sing or speak anymore and, and once he, he didn’t have that value anymore t-t-they threw him out. Gerard g-gave him to the, the first person that appeared and, and he was only lucky that it happened to be someone kind”

Sweet Pea… lowers his head and doesn’t answer. He whispers some insults, mostly just for himself to hear. He doesn’t want to believe that. But deep down, he knows it’s a painful, painful truth.

“Maybe you were a bad pet. Maybe I’m better and he will love me” he whimpers.

“L-let’s have some coffee” Blue says, lifting a hand to silence Haru before the tension would get worse “And go back home”

“I can’t drink coffee. Or… anything like that” Sweet Pea whispers back.

“Let’s cheat. Just this once” Blue pleads.

“That’s bad behavior”

“It is” Blue smiles “But it’s okay”

“It’s not”

Blue and Haru shrug, and invite him in again. He sighs and gives up, he doesn’t have a lot of energy right now. Maybe if he can get them to trust him, he can plot another escape, without the leash, this time.They tell some lie to the barista, who doesn’t seem interested at all, and just serves them, despite they all being pets.

In the end, he risks a cup of unsweetened tea, as he remembers getting that sometimes, when sick. He resisted the temptation of getting awesome looking drinks, full of sweet smelling whipped cream. It’s not okay, no matter how many times he is told so.

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