Whumper Only Takes Tattooed Whumpees. Sometimes They Try To Remake The Tattoo On Them In A New Place,

Whumper only takes tattooed whumpees. Sometimes they try to remake the tattoo on them in a new place, with just A single dull needle and ink.

Sometimes they have an artist tattoo whumpee’s tattoos on themselves, so they can flaunt it in front of them, showing them all the tattoos from all their former whumpees.

Eventually, when they’re bored of them, they simply cut the tattoo off of them and preserve it before dumping the bleeding whumpee off somewhere they might be found- might not be. The room they keep all their whumpee’s in is covered in the preserved tattoos of all their victims.

Their newest whumpee is covered head-to-toe

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That’s whump of one of my worst fears, thank you

day 13: drugging/poisoning/cannibalism

content: noncon drugging, sickfic

“I don’ feel so well…” Whumpee slurred, head lolling to the side. “I don’t— the world… is tilting…”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Caretaker tried gently. “It’s gonna be okay, yeah? It seems, um… It seems you’ve been drugged, but don’t freak out— it’s likely nothing horrible. You just have to sleep it off.”

Whumpee’s eyes widened. “D-Drugged?”

“It’s nothing lethal. I know. We checked for that in your system, and it’s nothing lethal. I swear.”

Whumpee tried to wriggle out of Caretaker’s hold, but in their state, that was no small feat. They could barely lift their head. “We need to get it out… We need… We need to get it out…”

“It’ll clear out of your system naturally, don’t worry about it—”

“No!” Whumpee was filled to the brim with artificially induced paranoia and they weren’t backing down. “No, I need it out, now. Make me throw up. Do something.” 

“Whumpee, no.” Caretaker pushed them back down onto the bed, more firm this time. “It’ll be gone by the morning. Just rest.”

Whumpee closed their eyes, but it only served to make the dizziness worse. “I can’t do this all night… Please…” 

Caretaker caressed their cheek gently, shushing them. “I know. I know it’s bad. But it’s all gonna be okay — I’m gonna be here all night, looking after you. It’s gonna be okay.”

Plays DnDnMD

Yknow rewatching gravity falls makes you realize how batshit insane Ford truly was

1. Lights his face on fire instead of shaving because “it’s faster”

2. Suggests Rudolph should’ve murdered the other reindeer for making fun of him

3. Had a situationship with a triangle

I have to know everything that’s going to happen to me at doctors and hospitals or I panic

So don’t let your whumpee know what’s going on. Blindfold them and don’t answer a single question. They’ll know it hurts, but they won’t know exactly what whumper’s doing to them until it’s over.

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holy shit, what's this? a brand new short series, ready to binge-read? about kenton and mateo?? ALONE TOGETHER???? get it on gumroad for 7.50 USD or dm me to buy all 7 chapters (10k words) and accompanying drawings (180 files). polaroids, alternate versions, uncensored full-size drawings. lots of stuff. CW for noncon, bondage, abuse, etc (because, yknow, it's mateo)

sneak peeks for each chapter under the cut

CHAPTER 1- HEADACHE

Mateo climbs on the bed over him and straddles him, putting his weight down on the younger man. Kenton still tosses his head, his shoulders tense, but Mateo grabs Kenton’s face with his free hand- it’s so large it cups the whole bottom half- and with that large hand pressing into his cheeks already filled with fabric, he stops thrashing. It hurts too much. He’s panting, out of breath, glaring fearfully up at Mateo. It’s more fear than glare though. Mateo grins and leans down...

CHAPTER 2- REMEMBERING

He can barely remember the most horrible things- they’re too lost in the haze- but he remembers the pain. The feeling of something wet dribbling down his legs. The smell of smoke. Not quite from a blunt, more likely they’re cigarettes. Maybe hand-rolled ones. Definitely not good ones. Kenton coughs as if the smoke is choking him right at this moment. It might as well be real.

CHAPTER 3- WORDS

Mateo kneels down to get on his level, but he’s still looming over him like a brick wall. He grabs the captive’s cheeks with one hand, admiring his property. Kenton sets his jaw but can’t hide the tears prickling in his eyes.

“Leave me alone! Get off of me!” But it’s as if he doesn’t hear him. Mateo just tilts his head to one side to inspect him better.

“Get your dirty hands off of me! I’m not your toy!” The crack in his voice betrays him. Kenton swears at himself. Mateo smiles a little, not quite a smirk, and those large hands grope his chest in response.

CHAPTER 4- ROUTINE

Soon enough, Mateo decides it’s time to get that spreader bar out of the closet. It’s sturdy. About 3 feet long. Iron and leather. One of Mateo’s staples. Kenton tries his best, but he’s exhausted and disoriented, and he can’t stop Mateo from securing the first cuff around his ankle. With a steadfast hand, he pries Kenton’s trembling legs apart to secure the other. It helps with getting a better angle of his assets.

Kenton holds his breath. He knows this is a compromising position- bent over, legs spread- but can’t bring himself to make any of his usual threats- instead, he only feels cold terror.

CHAPTER 5- PRACTICE

“You motherfucker! Don’t you fucking touch me!” he shouts. He’s lucky his voice doesn’t crack this time. Mateo chuckles, approaching slowly.

“Oh, you know I love that sweet mouth of yours.” A shudder goes down Kenton’s spine. ”But you need a bit of training.” Mateo digs out something from his pocket and approaches the bed. Kenton can only see what it is when it’s raised up in the dim light. It’s a ring gag. His eyes widen and he shakes his head, but Mateo just laughs.

CHAPTER 6- DISCOVERY

With that beautiful shameful glare and the bulge in his boxers, that photograph says everything.

Mateo drops the vibe in his boxers, where it settles at the base of his cock, pressing against his thigh. Kenton squirms in place, dreading what comes next.

Mateo turns it on to its lowest setting, and Kenton howls.

It’s a low rumble, a weak sensation, but combining it with the chain pulling at his nipples, it jolts him out of his skin. He trembles lightly.

“Keep squirming, boy. I ain’t done with you yet.”

CHAPTER 7- HIS TURN

Kenton whimpers pathetically. Mateo is set on taking him apart, bit by bit. His body is aching for release, but he can't let himself break like that. Just as he finishes that thought, Kenton catches himself bucking his hips. As soon as he realizes, he freezes, but despite everything, picks it back up again. He ruts and thrusts in vain against the rope to aid in Mateo’s work. The bindings sawing into his skin don’t discourage him like they usually do.

TW: mentions and references to NSFW whump and drugging

All of Whumper’s victims are objects that serve a purpose.

One serves as a table, walking on hands and knees by Whumper so they can rest their feet or put a book on their back.

One is chained to a punching bag, the punching bag doesn’t crunch when you punch it so this whumpee does a better job.

One whumpee serves as a pet, with a leash and collar, soft beds and too-strong drugs to keep them loopy and needy.

One whumpee does the cleaning and another the cooking. If the cooking whumpee makes a mess, well then it’s just cleaning whumpee’s job to fix it. And cooking whumpee can’t exactly complain if all their tools are in different places.

And cleaning whumpee once told table whumpee that there was another in whumper’s bedroom, where cleaning whumpee was the only other one allowed to go in. The next day, whumper decided that they’d handle cleaning their own room, and cleaninf whumpee got to see what punching bag whumpee’s life was like.

Alrernatively: they switch roles every day, drawing a lottery to see who’s cleaning, cooking, tabling, being the pet, the punching bag, and Whumper’s ‘bedroom buddy’

Does Whumper have favorites for each role? Do they think whumpee A does the best lasagna and Whumpee B can carry the most weight on their back? Does the usual pet Whumpee get stressed when they have to perform other jobs, still shaky and out of it from the drugs?

And at night, do they all huddle together and listen to the sounds of tonight’s bedroom whumpee as they hope it’s not them tomorrow night?

Just a thought- might write it if y’all would be interested

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