@augusnippets Day 5

@augusnippets day 5

Drunk/ Feverish/ Concussed Caretaking

Drunk Caretaker, past conditioning, kind of reference to past noncon at the end, past capture, pet whump

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"Mhhh... here, Whumpee... ya want some?" Caretaker wiggled the bottle enticingly, their speech slurring. The liquid inside the bottle was a kind of electric blue— definitely didn't look like something Whumpee wanted in their body. Caretaker was drunk and acting like a stupid six-year-old. Again.

Still, they crawled forward and raised their head, sticking their tongue out slightly— just what they were supposed to do when offered a drink.

Caretaker let out a dramatic gasp, pulling the bottle away and spilling a considerable amount by the time it reached the end table. "No, Whumpee," they whispered too loudly, their reaction entirely too dramatic and emotional, "you don' have to do that for me, yeah? 'M just here 'n offering 'cause I love ya."

Whumpee winced with both embarrassment for themself and second-hand embarrassment from Caretaker's vulnerable blabbering. They yelped as Caretaker pulled them up onto the couch, grinning like they won the lottery. "I ssssssolemnly promise that I will never, ever, nevereverneverever EVER make you do stuff like that, yeah?" Caretaker scratched the short hair on Whumpee's scalp. "You're my buddy... not an- an animal, 'kay? I'm not makin you suck my cock or, fuckin', kiss my feet or whatever the shit Whumper made ya' do. You're just my buddy, got it?"

Whumpee nodded, trapped in a bear hug. Caretaker beamed at then, ruffling their hair. They continued to pet Whumpee and watch TV until they fell asleep.

Whumpee couldn't believe how Caretaker was acting! So gushy and vulnerable, it was jarring. They were going to get themself killed, acting all emotional all the time!

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Whumpee wished they could act like Caretaker. They wished they could loosen up like that without the fear of being taken advantage of again.

Maybe they should try.

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@augusnippets day 3

Blizzard/ Thunderstorm/ Heatwave

cold whump, frostbite, lost/abandoned

Whumpee turned his face against the wind, the white flakes in the air stinging his red cheeks. He pulled his jacket tighter to his body, crouching against the closest tree.

"Caretaker," he called into the roaring wind, barely able to hear his own voice. "Caretaker?! Where are you?" he screamed, his tears freezing on his own cheeks.

All he could see was a vast whiteness before him, dotted with a few grey trunks that faded into the haze of the snow.

"Please, Caretaker! Where are you?" Whumpee sobbed, burying his face in his hands.

His hands. Why didn't he wear gloves? The ends of his fingers were turning a deep black color. "No, no!" If he knew he'd get lost like this, if he knew about this blizzard, he would have dressed warmer.

Whumpee huddled against the tree's trunk, curling up.

"Caretaker... Caretaker, please..."

"It's... so cold..."

when the whumper puts out a widespread call for whumpee's capture, promising cash or glory or the privilege of choosing the punishment to whoever can bring them in first

guys i watched a playthrough of the game dead plate and UGGGHHHH 💞

It was very good, could have been longer for more plot (more whump) but its still so yummy!!!