Fun Fact, This Is What It Feels Like To Be On Anxiety Meds And Very Heavy Duty Painkillers. Yes, Speaking

Fun fact, this is what it feels like to be on anxiety meds and very heavy duty painkillers. Yes, speaking from experience. I've had some... Interesting hospital trips

Someone on here at some point mentioned the idea of Whumper leaving Whumpee as a "present" for Cartaker. And someone else (it maybe the same person - I need to get a better filing system) mentioned the idea of euphoric drugs... Anyway my brain has been looping round this idea for a while.

CW: non-con drugging, callus whumper, drugged Whumpee.

Everything is so… sparkly!" Whumpee giggled, their eyes wide and unfocused. "Why are you glowing?"

Whumper grinned, pleased that the drug had worked faster than expected. They steadied Whumpee, who swayed on their feet, and guided them toward the door. "Let's go for a little walk," Whumper suggested gently.

Whumpee nodded enthusiastically, barely able to keep their balance. "Look at all the pretty lights," they murmured, reaching out as if to catch the glowing orbs only they could see.

Whumper laughed. Even before administering the drug, Whumpee had been suffering from an interesting mix of sleep deprivation and hunger, but now... now this was something else entirely. Whumpee giggled again, their footsteps weaving across the pavement. They babbled about the dancing lights, occasionally grabbing at the air and looking confused when nothing ended up in their hands.

"Do you see them too?" Whumpee asked, eyes wide with wonder. "The stars are so close. I can almost touch them."

"Yes, they're beautiful," Whumper lied smoothly, enjoying the sight of Whumpee's state. They laughed as Whumpee stumbled and fell, giggling uncontrollably. Whumper watched with unrestrained amusement as Whumpee struggled to stand, oblivious to the blood trickling from their knee and elbow.

This was even more entertaining than Whumper had hoped. Soon, they’d be delivering Whumpee right to Caretaker’s doorstep, a nice "gift" for them.

The thought alone made Whumper’s grin widen.

Whumpee finally managed to stand, swaying like a leaf in the wind. They took a step forward and Whumper quickly caught their arm, ensuring they wouldn't collapse too soon.

"Come on," Whumper coaxed, leading Whumpee down the dimly lit street. "Just a little further."

Whumpee obediently followed, their gaze darting around in awe. "The ground is moving," they whispered, giggling. "It's like a dance floor!"

Whumper smirked, tightening their grip as Whumpee's knees buckled again. They continued their trek, the distant porch light of Caretaker’s house now visible. Whumpee’s disjointed ramblings filled the silence, their words slurring more with each step.

Finally, they reached the house. Whumper paused at the edge of the property, savoring the moment. They leaned in close to Whumpee’s ear. "You’ve been such a good sport," they murmured. "Caretaker is going to be so happy to see you."

Whumpee’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, their head lolling. "Happy… happy lights," they mumbled, barely coherent.

Whumper chuckled, guiding them up the steps and to the door. They knocked loudly, then quickly stepped back, staying out of sight. The door opened a crack, revealing Caretaker’s cautious face.

"Hello?" Caretaker called, their voice filled with concern.

Whumpee giggled again, the sound tinged with delirium. "Hi!" they exclaimed, waving clumsily.

"Whumpee?" Caretaker gasped, opening the door fully. Their eyes widened in horror as they took in Whumpee’s disheveled appearance, the blood on their knee and elbow, the unfocused gaze.

Caretaker rushed forward, catching Whumpee just as their legs buckled. "Oh my God, what happened to you?"

Whumpee laughed, trying to reach up and touch Caretaker's face. "You’re glowing too," they giggled.

Caretaker’s heart pounded as they held Whumpee, taking in their dazed and fragile state. “What have they done to you?” Caretaker whispered, a mix of fury and heartbreak in their voice.

Whumpee giggled again, their eyes struggling to focus. “I saw the stars, Caretaker. They were so close… so pretty…”

Lonely Place of Longing

Warnings: cut, wound, blood, hurt/aftermath, caretaker and whumpee, living weapon whumpee, i guess captivity and restraints?

“Welcome to Organization, Caretaker,” the Chairman said.

“Thank you very much for giving me this opportunity,” Caretaker said enthusiastically. Caretaker had always wanted to make a difference with their life. They knew that Organization—with their unprecedented efforts to keep the world safe—was the best way to do so. Though they had limited military training, and absolutely no background in technology management, somehow Caretaker had managed to get the job.

“Let me take you to your team. You’re going to be assigned to Alpha Team. They’re our most active. I’ll let Team Leader fill you in on your duties. They are your direct superior and you are to report to them.”

“Understood. Thank you, Chairman.” Caretaker hurried along to follow the Chairman.

“There are several teams. But Alpha has the most unusual members. Ah, Team Leader, there you are,” the Chairman stopped in the hallway as they almost collided with a hulking figure. Team Leader easily stood a head taller than Chairman. And a head and a half taller than Caretaker. They looked down at Caretaker with warm, dark eyes.

“You must be my new medic.”

Caretaker nodded vigorously. “Yes! I won’t let you down.”

“I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team. They’re in our portion of Base. What have they told you about our team?” Team Leader walked quickly. Caretaker had to half jog to keep up.

“That you are very active as a team. And that you have…” Caretaker’s voice trailed off. How would Team Leader take to having their team called unusual?

“We have a pretty big team. I’ll introduce you to them all in time. But I have to warn you. We have something assigned to our unit that makes us indispensable. Your job will be to manage and take care of that thing.”

“I won’t let you down. I promise,” Caretaker said eagerly.

“Do you know what a living weapon is, Caretaker?” Team Leader asked, completely ignoring Caretaker’s promises.

Caretaker stopped walking. A living weapon. They had heard of them of course. But never in their wildest dreams did they think they would ever see one, let alone work with one. They were supposedly the most dangerous assets Organization had at their disposal. Their enemies, of course, also had living weapons. A great number of them. Weapons were allegedly easily corruptible. Weapons were typically very, very evil. They had to be kept under lock and key at all times. Caretaker nodded. “They’re a human, well they were human to start with. And they’ve been imbued with…”

“With powers that make them more dangerous than an army of regular soldiers.”

Caretaker swallowed. So it was true. Living weapons really could level a city by themselves.

“We have one. They’re called Whumpee. Your job is simple, Caretaker. Keep Whumpee alive. Patch them up when we bring them back. And keep them in their quarters. They aren’t to be trusted with any freedom. No matter how much they ask, you can never let them out of our quarters unsupervised. Do I make myself clear?” Caretaker nodded.

“And, Caretaker, please remember they are dangerous. They are deadlier than any gun, knife, or projectile you will ever see. Please remember that.”

Caretaker nodded again and continued to follow Team Leader. They half heartedly listened to Team Leader introduce them to Alpha Team. Over a dozen names and faces to memorize. But none of them were the weapon. And Caretaker’s mind kept drifting to the weapon. What were they like? What were their powers? Would they hurt Caretaker? Would they try to escape and hurt the rest of the team?

After what felt like hours of introductions, but Caretaker realized it may have only been half an hour, Team Leader was leading them away from the rest of the team. “Whumpee’s room is down this hall. I hope you don’t mind, it’s where we had to put your room.” Team Leader looked a touch embarrassed. “No one wants to stay down here near them. I’ve put in a work order to repurpose our library into a living quarters. Once that’s nearly ready we can convert your room to the library and then you can move. I’m sorry.”

No one even wanted to sleep near the weapon. How evil were they? “It’s ok. I’m sure it won’t be that bad. Thank you.”

Team Leader knocked loud and hard on a door at the end of the hall. “Whumpee! Open up!” Team Leader called gruffly. “You have a new keeper. Come meet them!”

The door swung open to reveal a small, spartan room. A bed was tucked into a corner, blanket neatly tucked in. A desk was not too far from there, a small stack of books and papers in the center. Caretaker could see a small balcony opposite their door that overlooked Base’s grounds. Caretaker swallowed as they realized the balcony was caged in. The other window had bars. There was no escaping this room.

Team Leader strode into the center of the room and turned to face the door. “Whumpee, meet Caretaker. Caretaker this is Whumpee.” Whumpee leaned against the wall. Their pale blonde hair curled softly at their collar and they watched Caretaker with icy blue eyes. They were tall and lean, though their build didn’t betray the power that lurked beneath. Their clothes were plain—black shirt tucked into black pants, with black boots. The only thing adorning them were the silvery cuffs at their wrists—cuffs that Caretaker knew kept them from accessing their power.

“Nice to meet you, Caretaker,” Whumpee said, their voice surprisingly soft. Caretaker fully expected their voice to be low, grating. They didn’t expect a soft, pleasant sounding voice.

Caretaker swallowed twice before replying. “Nice to meet you, too.”

“I’m going to leave you two to get acquainted. Whumpee you are to give Caretaker a run down of your medical history and what they may need to know to be better than your last keeper. Actually, you can also let them patch up that cut from our mission this morning. It’s a small one, Caretaker. Won’t take you that long. I’ll check back in with you, Caretaker, in,” Team Leader looked at their watch, “an hour. I have a briefing with Delta Team to get to.”

Before Caretaker could protest, Team Leader left. Caretaker stood in the center of the room, their heart in their throat. Team Leader left them alone. With a living weapon. A being so dangerous they were kept in a room that was essentially a cage. And they had their powers suppressed at all times.

“Are you afraid of me?” Whumpee asked quietly. They hadn’t moved. Hadn’t attempted to get closer to Caretaker. Hadn’t tried to run out the door behind Team Leader.

Caretaker licked their suddenly dry lips. “Yes.”

Whumpee nodded. “Good. You should be.” They crossed the room and flopped onto their stomach on the bed. Caretaker could see a long, still bleeding cut, running the length of the weapon’s back from their left shoulder to their right hip.

The weapon propped their head up on their arms. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you unless Team Leader tells me to.”

“Do you always do as Team Leader asks?”

The weapon lay their cheek on their arm. “Yes. I am to always listen to Team Leader.” The weapon sighed. “The last one didn’t last long. There’s no shame in quitting. I won’t blame you.”

“What?”

“My last keeper. They quit after three days. It’s ok if you are too scared. You can quit. Everyone does eventually.” The weapon seemed to say the last more to themself than Caretaker.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” If they got to work they could ignore the weapon and their ice cold eyes.

“In my med bay.”

“You have your own?” This unit was much fancier than Caretaker thought. Each member got their own private med bay. Just how large was this space?

The weapon closed their eyes as though they were suddenly very weary. “No one wanted to share with me.”

Caretaker was silent. What do you even say to that? They looked around for the door to the med bay.

“You don’t need to dress it, Caretaker. It will clot soon. Probably.”

“You’ll ruin your sheets.”

“Isn’t the first time. Won’t be the last time.”

Caretaker very much did not want to be alone in the room with the weapon any longer. But they had a job to do. So they crossed the room to a door that they thought might lead to another room. They were right. The med bay was well stocked. They grabbed some gauze and anti septic so they could dress the wound.

Caretaker worked in silence. And the weapon was silent. Caretaker expected them to fill Caretaker in on their medical history while they worked. Expected them to say anything. But the weapon merely lay there and let Caretaker clean and dress the wound. “I don’t think it needs stitches. But I could glue it if—“

“It’s fine, Caretaker.” The weapon pulled their shirt off and over their head. Their back and chest were littered with scars, some older, some newer. “Here’s my medical history. I can’t get sick. I can’t remember if I did before…before I came here.”

Caretaker marveled at the scars. How was the weapon still alive? Some of them were serious, grievous wounds. “Anything else I should know?”

The weapon shook their head. They opened another door to reveal a small closet. They tossed the soiled shirt into a bin. They pulled another shirt from the drawer and put it on. “I am glad to meet you, Caretaker. No matter how long you stay here.”

These are incredible and baby girl Kacchan is so cute! Look at the little toddler version of her oh my god! Definitely got that masc lesbian vibe as well I love the fact that she keeps the outfits from canon.

Fem Kacchan

Augusnippets Day 2 - Hair Care

Content warnings for: (past) creepy/intimate whumper, (past) implied non-con

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Caretaker was being gentle as they combed through Whumpee’s hair. They were constantly fiddling with the temperature of the water to keep it just right, monitoring every tiny bubble in the soapsuds to make sure nothing dropped into Whumpee’s eye. They were careful to avoid the scabbed over cuts in Whumpee’s scalp, and they apologized every time their finger snagged on the tangles and mats in his overgrown hair.

Whumpee didn’t make a sound throughout the whole ordeal - nothing to suggest that anything Caretaker’s finger were doing was actually hurting him, and no assurance otherwise. He sat stiffly in Caretaker’s hold, face stony, mouth pressed into a thin straight line. He was tense, coiled like a spring. Wary. Ready to strike if need be.

Caretaker had insisted that this was necessary, that the dirt and dried blood and dense knots that had accumulated during Whumpee’s time escaping and hiding needed to be taken care of. They promised Whumpee that he would feel so much better, much lighter and livelier, once the hair was clean.

Whumpee knew better. Whumper had always said the same thing, about nice, clean hair making Whumpee feel good. But the actual motives were clear. The way Whumper liked to card his fingers through Whumpee’s hair, and rub at his scalp and neck, was a much easier task withouts gnarls and clumps in the way. Pulling Whumpee’s head close for a deep whiff that always sent gooseprickles down his spine was pleasanter when the hair smelled of flowery shampoo rather than sweat and grime. Nestling his head into Whumpee’s shoulder was cozier when his face could rest against hair that was silken and smooth. Plus, Whumper liked to keep those fancy pillowcases clean.

Sure, so far, Caretaker had done any of those sorts of things that Whumpee had come to expect from Whumper. They’d been going out of their way ever since they found him to be light and gentle with their touch, and only place a hand on him with sufficient warning.

It was almost nice, to be honest.

But Whumpee wouldn’t be fooled twice. Whenever Caretaker did anything now that they told him would help him feel better, feel good even, Whumpee was on his guard. He knew what was coming, what Caretaker would eventually expect.

Still… for a moment… it did feel kind of good, for his hair to be soft and cool and clean again.

Or at least, it probably would feel good. If he could stop himself from remembering that this was how Whumper liked his hair too.

@augusnippets

Whumptober 2023 | Day 10 | The Bee’s Whumptober Masterlist 

“Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you’d never leave.”

CW: yandere whumper, maybe broken bone, kidnapping, noncon drugging, syringe

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Whumpee held their phone up to the sky, waving it around fruitlessly as they squinted up at the screen, hoping to be blessed by tiny bars of cell service gracing the hotbar of their phone. No such luck. They groaned much too loudly, enough that their friend would overhear and hopefully come to their heroic rescue.

“WhumpeeEERRRRRRR,” they called out, imitating a particularly annoying preschooler they used to hate. “There’s no signal. If you were gonna take me camping in the middle of nowhere, the least you could do is provide high-speed wifi.”

“Mm, yeah, my mistake, many apologies, m’lord.” Whumper deadpanned with a smirk as they scouted out the campsite, matching Whumpee’s banter. “I’ll take you to the Bermuda Triangle next time. Even less service there, so I’ve heard. ”

Whumpee let out an exaggerated gasp. “You wouldn’t! That's it, I’m canceling you on Twitter!”

“Right.” They made their way over to Whumpee, leaning against the car with their arms crossed, head tilted to the side. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that without cell service?”

“As soon as we get the high-speed wifi I requested, it’s over for you.”

“But then you couldn’t cancel me for not getting you wifi because you’ll have wifi, right?”

“Don't try to sway me with such trivial things as facts and logic!” Whumpee decreed hautilily. "You must be punished for your crimes. Your execution will be glorious!”

Whumper grinned despite their exaggerated tough guy act. Whumpee always knew how to make them smile. Their heart had been racing ever since they left, wondering if they were making the right choice here. They could still back out, just have a regular nice, normal camping trip with Whumpee.

But no. Whumper had to bite their lip to not fully oggle at Whumpee as they stood on the edge of the trunk, bantering without a care in the world. A warm all-consuming pressure filled Whumper’s chest and they had to make a physical effort not to squeal like a child when their crush noticed them for the first time. Soon they would have this all the time. This was the right choice.

They jumped up to join Whumpee on the lip of the trunk, awkwardly slouching down under the trunk door proper. “Well, might be kind of hard to execute me if you can’t cancel me in the first place, no?”

“You gonna do somethin’ about it?” Whumpee raised a challenging eyebrow at them. Whumper had to manually remember how to breathe. 

They snatched Whumpee’s phone out of their grasp and lept down from the trunk, sprinting halfway across the campsite and turning around to dangle the phone tauntingly before Whumpee even had a chance to jump down.

“Can’t cancel me without access to the outside world at all, yeah?”

“Oh, fuck you, Whumper!”

“You would!”

Whumpee snorted, jumping down and sprinted toward Whumper, but Whumper took off again in a different direction, so they were still the same distance away by the time Whumpee made it to Whumper’s original spot.

Whumpee blew some air up their face, their bangs fluttering up in the most adorable way. They made their way toward Whumper again, this time walking normally, panting lightly and holding out their hand. “Okay, seriously, I need my phone back please."

Whumper squeezed the phone in a death grip and bit the inside of their cheek, so hard they almost drew blood. They cherished moment, the way their heart fluttered. It may be a while before they and Whumpee could have moments like this again, but after that, life would be nothing but these moments.

Whumpee grabbed onto Whumper's shoulder to leverage themself up to the arm holding their phone toward the sky, but their hand fell just short of reaching. One of the advantages of being the taller one. But then Whumpee used their shoulder as a boost to jump higher, and Whumper had to stumble back to keep the phone away from them. Whumpee’s knees buckled from the sudden absence of Whumper's body to brace the fall and they fell on their ass with a shriek. Oh no. No no no.

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” Whumper yelled, backing up further.

Whumpee hissed. A telltale redness of the eyes betraying held-back tears as they cursed to fire shooting up their tailbone. 

“What was that for?” They demanded, more confused and pained than angry. Even when Whumper accidentally hurt them, they didn't get mad; Whumper could have cried. Whumpee really was perfect, weren’t they?

“Just give me my phone, would ya, man? Jesus, I think I bruised my tailbone or something. We might need to actually call someone now, or go to urgent care…”

“You can’t do that, Whumpee. Sorry.”

Whumpee, for the first time, groaned in annoyance and tilted their chin up at Whumper. That would need correcting later. But even still, the actions made Whumper want to squeeze Whumpee until they popped.

“Why not? You break the cell service on purpose? Or did you actually take me out here to kidnap me, torture me, then leave my remains strewn about the woods so they’d never find me again?” A wry smile crept onto their face again, one which quickly disappeared as soon as Whumper spoke again.

“Well… one out of the three.”

“What?” Their eyes widened into a brief flash of fear before the mask of confusion settled on their features again. Whumper always took the joke too far sometimes. They knew that. With some effort and a clenched jaw, they pushed up to their knees. “Whumper, stop fucking around and help me up. I need to get to a doctor.”

Whumper closed their eyes and took a deep breath, a loud roaring in their ears. No turning back now. 

They threw Whumpee's phone on the ground and smashed the heel of their hiking boot into the fragile glass, and Whumpee cried out, falling out of their precarious squat and straight onto their tailbone, then spasming out so they laid trembling on their side. Whumper stomped on the phone until it more resembled broken spare parts than an actual device, then swished it around in the dirt just to make sure.

Whumpee stared at the dust-bitten parts with wide eyes, mouth agape. Then their fiery gaze shot up and found Whumper. “What the FUCK?! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

Whumper stared at Whumpee, hardly able to breathe. This was it. The Confession.

“I’m sorry I have to do this, Whumpee, but I can’t let anyone else have you anymore. That includes people on your phone. You’re mine. And I’m yours. They might try to get in our way, and if that happens, I wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate the problem entirely. I know you might be in shock right now, but I think you’ll find that in time... I mean, I’ll make sure you never want for anything and no one–... no one will… Are you– Do you need help?...”

Whumpee struggled to their feet with shaky legs, wincing the entire time, breathing heavily, almost like a panic response. They never took their eyes off Whumper. It would have been perfect, except for the terrified and hurt and still slightly disbelieving expression that etched into their features. Whumper tried to go and help them up, but Whumpee practically lept backward, almost toppling over again in the process.

“The fuck?! No, stay away from me! This is– What is this? You’re actually kidnapping me?”

“No, no, Whumpee, look, you’re in shock,” Whumper rushed forward and grabbed them by the forearms to hold them steady. Whumpee tugged away violently, but still, Whumper held them fast. “I have a cabin out here, no one will find us, we’ll go there and we can patch you up and you can–”

“No, no! Let go of me Whumper, let me go, I don’t want to be kidnapped! Let me go, please, please I can’t– I can’t– please–... don’t–…”

Whumpee was getting hysterical, their breaths shallow and fast, their face so much whiter than normal and tears falling freely down their cheeks. This was all wrong. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

Thankfully, Whumper was always prepared. As gently as possible, they wrenched Whumpee’s arm downward and Whumpee collapsed to their knees at Whumper’s feet. Whumper slipped the syringe out of their pocket. A pre-measured dose. Just for Whumpee.

“Whumpee, you’re hysterical. I’m going to put you to this’ll help you relax, almost like you’re asleep. You won’t be able to move, but know you’ll always be safe from now on. With me.”

Whumpee tried to tug away from Whumpers iron grip, breath hitching intensely as they unsuccessfully tried to back up, shaking their head and pleading, “No–, no no no–, I don't–, please don’t, just– let me go–  I don’t– stop, stop, stop stop no stop stopstopstopSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP PLEASE!!”

Then they plunged the needle into Whumpee’s arm, more forcefully than they meant to. Whumpee was starting to get on their nerves. They let out a strangled cry, still trying desperately to pull away, struggling with all their might. Until they couldn’t anymore. They swallowed, doing their damnedest to fight the drug overpowering their body, slowly shutting them down. All that did was work the poison around their body faster. Their actions slowly got weaker and weaker until they collapsed into Whumper’s arms, eyes slowely blinking and unfocused, barely seeing through the fog.

Whumper smiled down into Whumpee’s eyes, scooping them up into a bridal carry, their head lolling against their chest.

“See, isn’t that better? Let’s go home and get those injuries all fixed up for you. I’ll make sure you get settled in nice and snug. You’ll love it… I’m so glad we’re finally going through with this. I’d be lost without you, dear. And you’d be lost without me.”

Put Up Your Dukes

Warnings: kidnapping, torture, physical violence, restraints

Whumper laughed as they circled Whumpee. Laughed as Whumpee raised their fists to fight back. They had been right about grabbing this one. That this one would be entertaining as Whumper tortured them until the end. 

“You’re adorable,” Whumper said through their laughter. 

Whumpee lunged with a primal scream, their fists coming straight for Whumper’s head. Whumper simply side-stepped Whumpee’s fists. 

Whumpee was weak. Days without food or water had left them dizzy. Days of being beaten and tied up had left them shaky. But they couldn’t go down without a fight. 

“Let me go,” Whumpee hissed as they gathered their energy to pounce on Whumper once more. 

“Why would I do that?” Whumper said as they continued to watch Whumpee. To lure them in within striking distance. 

Whumpee lunged again with a growl, but Whumper was prepared this time. They ducked under Whumpee’s fists and punched up into Whumpee’s solar plexus. Whumpee gasped for air as they struggled to breathe. But Whumper didn’t stop. 

In one fluid motion, Whumper boxed Whumpee’s ears. Taking advantage of Whumpee’s disorientation, they threw Whumpee down to the ground, kicking Whumpee in the ribs. 

Whumpee squealed with pain as they tried to hunch over themself to protect their core. But Whumper was unrelenting. They kicked Whumpee over and over until Whumpee’s cries stopped. Until Whumpee’s breathing was ragged and they were unmoving. 

Then, and only then, did Whumper stop. They knelt down and cuffed Whumpee’s bruised wrists. “And that is why I can’t let you go,” they cooed into Whumpee’s ear as they dragged Whumpee’s unconscious body to the chains on the wall. “I’m having too much fun to stop.”