Starting Augusnippets Day 11 Right Now, I Was Really Drunk Last Night And Didn't Have Time To Start It

starting augusnippets day 11 right now, i was really drunk last night and didn't have time to start it

masochistic whumpee who gets in trouble on purpose to get punished + a whumper that's confused why their obedient whumpee keeps acting out <3

TODAYS SNIPPET GOES SO FUCKING HARD DUDE I NEED TO SCREAM THIS AT YOU

THANK YOU 🫵🫵🫵I WAS HAVING SM FUN WRITING IT, I NEED TO WRITE MORE NSFWHUMP >:)))

@augusnippets day 17

Forgiveness / Grace / Resolving a misunderstanding

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

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

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

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

"Whumpee."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Now, dear, is anything broken?"

@augusnippets day 19

Collared / Branded / Chipped

Captivity, pet whump, kidnapping, noncon surgery

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Whumpee groaned, opening his eyes. He had no idea where he was or why he wasn't waking up in his own bed. All he knew was his head ached painfully, and the lights were way too bright.

"Ahh, there we are!" a man spoke cheerfully beside Whumpee, and he turned, squinting his eyes against the bright light. The man gasped softly. "Oh, I'm sorry, puppy. Are the lights too harsh. Let me get that for you."

The lights dimmed, and Whumpee could look around. The man he was speaking to was a tall, muscular man with a sweet smile. He was in a small room with a bed, stuffed animals, a mini fridge, and a large kennel.

Whumpee was lying on a metal table with the man standing over him. He seemed friendly enough, but the circumstances seemed to prove otherwise.

"Where am I..? What did you call me?" Whumpee sat up, only to be pushed back down gently.

"Just relax. You don't need to worry."

Whumpee felt a stinging in his arm, looking over to find it bandaged. "W- why is my arm—"

"I chipped you! Gotta make sure my new puppy can't run off!" Whumper grinned, lifting a collar and snaking out around his throat. "Now... let's see if we can't get you trained."

@augusnippets day 14

Toys / Gifts / Celebration

Demihuman Whumpee (dog), Captivity, Intimate Whumper

(you guys have no idea how much i love writing demihuman whumpees!!)

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Whumpee was curled up in their little corner of Whumper's bedroom, resting on the mound of blankets and pillows. They heard footsteps approach, listening closely. Whumper's footsteps were easy to recognize, and Whumpee relaxed as he came into the bedroom. The human had something behind his back, and he looked like he was in a good mood.

"Whumpee," Whumper said fondly, rubbing Whumpee's head, "I got you a present! Close your eyes."

"Why do I get a present? Did I do something good?"

"Just close your eyes."

Whumpee obeyed, unable to stop their tail from wagging behind them.

Something bumped their nose that smelled like plastic. A squeak startled Whumpee, and Whumper laughed. "Open your eyes!"

A neon green tennis ball was held out for them.

"You got me a ball? Thanks, uhm... what an i supposed to do with—"

"Fetch."

The ball went soaring to the other side of the room, and Whumpee dove for it eagerly. They grasped it in their jaws, squeaking it eagerly.

Proud of themself, Whumpee brought it to Whumper. They were rewarded as the man ruffled Whumpee's hair encouragingly.

"Good boy," he crooned, kissing Whumpee on the forehead. "Go on, keep playing."

Whumpee realized with a pang of embarrassment how much amusement Whumper was getting from this. Still, they wouldn't let him ruin what fun they could have here. They dropped the ball in Whumper's hand and sat, ready for him to throw again.