i tie carlos down to my bed with his stomach against the mattress and, using anon magic, drug him with something that makes him disoriented and calms him down. then i make ryker kneel over him and fuck him in the ass. his arms are tied behind his back and he's got no way of escape even if he tried.
once he's about to cum, i push carlos onto his back and make ryker fuck his mouth <3 once that's over, i give them some food, water, clothes and something to wipe them both down with. they're free to go.
Carlos has never experienced anything like this before. What little he's able to make of the situation tells him that he should be panicking - should be doing something other than simply lie there, but his body won't cooperate. His eyes are half-lidded and his lips are parted ever so slightly, allowing saliva to trickle down his chin.
Meanwhile, Ryker is teary-eyed and pale as he scrambles shakily to straddle Carlos' thighs. He lets his head hang low and he allows you to guide his cock, a muffled noise escaping the vampire beneath him as he's stretched open.
Due to how non-pleasurable the experience is, it takes a long time for Ryker to get even close to his climax. He sobs frustratedly and squeezes his eyes shut, blood smeared across his cock from the lack of prepping beforehand.
Sickeningly, Carlos' mouth is a far more pleasurable place to be. It doesn't take more than a few minutes for him to reach his orgasm, and Carlos does not seem mentally present through any of it. Still, he obediently opens his mouth when asked and stares hazily up at his human, who only ducks his head and continues to cry.
Once it's finally over, both boys are released from their bindings and some supplies are placed by the door. Ryker ignores the food, but takes anything that could be of use to Carlos and carries it towards the bed.
Unable to leave until the drug wears off, Ryker cleans and dresses both of them before climbing back onto the bed. He pulls Carlos to his chest and lays his head back against the headboard, not moving again until he Carlos starts to come back.
i force carlos to break ryker's arm. if he doesn't, i'll put him out in the sun for an hour. of course, ryker can keep him company until it's over if that's what he decides
A part of Carlos hopes that Ryker will give him permission. The thought of spending an hour in the sun causes panic to swell in his chest - something he does his best to hide, for Ryker's sake.
There's a long silence as Ryker kneels on the ground, both arms tucked protectively against his chest. His bottom lip trembles and he seems to hold his breath for a moment, refusing to let it out until he's able to form words.
"I can't," he practically weeps. "Carlos, I'm sorry. I can't, man. I can't. Please."
The vampire looks over at you, his body practically buzzing with terror. "I'll go outside," he whispers, and though he can hear the deep sigh of relief that Ryker lets out, the crying seems to get louder, too.
As you've given permission, Ryker does spend the entire hour outside with him. Never mind that he himself gets an angry sunburn on his face, neck and hands from how hot it is and the fact that they're sitting out in the open. He presses himself closer to Carlos' restrained body and does his best to at least shield his face until it's over.
Carlos was up and out of bed the moment he smelled blood. Ryker’s blood, to be more precise - the smell mingled unpleasantly with the rotten scent that came with whatever the human had been cooking for the past half an hour. It was too fresh to have been from the glass his meal had been drained into earlier that morning. Too strong to be anything good.
He was in the kitchen in a matter of seconds; several bandaids in his hand and some paper towel in the other. After having taught himself a little more about common injuries among humans, he was able to utilise some of the things from their first-aid kit now that he knew what they were for.
Much to his surprise, Ryker seemed fine upon arrival. Happy, even, as he always was when he cooked. The absentminded smile on his face only brightened when he saw the vampire standing just past the threshold to the kitchen, though it faded a little at the sight of the bandaids in his hand.
Content: Blood (for the sake of feeding), recovery, parental whumpee, vampire whumpee, brief mentions of childhood neglect.
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“What are you watching?”
Ryker blinked, forcing his eyes away from the TV upon hearing someone speaking to him. It was Carlos, holding his breakfast close to his chest as he sleepily smiled down at the human. He’d only just woken up, judging by the tousled hair and the fact that he was still wearing his pajamas. Charlie had bought them for him not long ago, and now he wore them every night.
“Pokemon,” he mumbled in reply, and as soon as he pulled his feet back so he wasn’t taking up the entire couch, the vampire sat down beside him with his mug still close. “I don’t think you’d enjoy it, but I’ve been deeply invested in the show for years. Since… I think, half a year after I left?” He nodded after a few moments of consideration. “Yeah. Charlie gave me the DVD’s as a late housewarming gift when he followed us down here.”
Click here for the letter that Carlos ends up writing to Malcolm a few days later:)
Content: Past death, [implied] stockholm syndrome, vampire whumpee, recovery, multiple caretakers.
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Carlos looked miserable when Adam and Ryker got home one evening. He was curled up under the computer desk in the corner of the living room, a blanket wrapped around his quaking shoulders and his chin resting on his knees. When he looked up at the sound of the humans opening the front door, his face appeared to be tearstained and red.
After a moment, he buried his face into his hands and continued to silently weep.
Once his shoes were off and he’d set his things down on the couch, Ryker knelt down beside the desk and lowered his head to be able to see him. “Hey, what’s going on, man?”
“I- I made a mistake,” the vampire hiccupped. His bottom lip trembled as he struggled to get the words out without completely falling apart. “I shouldn’t have done it, b-but I- I got curious…”
The little human was sick today. It made Carlos’ heart ache seeing him sniffling and struggling to breathe through his blocked nose, and he took it upon himself to keep an even closer eye on Ryker’s condition than usual despite his masters’ halfhearted reassurance that the child would be fine.
It wasn’t hard when all Ryker wanted to do was sleep in his lap. He attempted to move him to a more comfortable spot a few times, concerned by the awkward position of his back and neck, but it only caused tears and frantic clinging to his tattered shirt. So, he finally resorted to curling up in the corner of the living room with Ryker’s head on his chest and his legs dangling over the vampire’s thigh.
Content: Vampire whumpee, human caretaker, recovery.
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“Can I ask you something?”
Despite knowing he was in the room, Carlos jumped at the sound of Ryker’s voice. He peered up from the opposite side of the coffee table and subtly shifted to cover the page of his colouring book with his arms, head slightly tilted.
“Yes, sir?”
Ryker tilted his head back with a gentle smile. “I’ve noticed you sometimes taking notes in the back of your books, like you’re doing right now. What are they?” he asked curiously.
For a moment, Carlos considered trying to come up with a half-baked lie as he glanced down at the dozens of quotes written in smudged pen. He didn’t know why the urge was there. It wasn’t like he had anything to hide. He supposed part of it was the fear of having it used against him if anyone else knew how important his “notes” were to him.
Though, he knew realistically that Ryker would never do that. Ryker was kind and supportive, often encouraging the things that brought him any sense of joy or entertainment. He’d never confiscated anything from him. Never even threatened to.
Content: Vampire whumpee, [mentioned] burns, recovery, blood (for the sake of feeding).
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It was too warm for comfort today. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the constant looming anxiety that had him checking every window in his bedroom to ensure that they were secure and wrapping a thick blanket around his shoulders despite the fact that it caused him to sweat nearly instantly.
And it only got worse when he realised that both his humans were at work by the time he woke up. Everything was completely silent apart from Murphy’s footsteps on the floor as he came to greet him. He was tentative in every footstep, hiding his face as he stepped around corners in case someone forgot to close the curtains.
In the kitchen sat his morning glass of blood and a messily-written note that clearly resembled Ryker’s handwriting.
Content: Vampire whumpee, multiple caretakers, [mentioned] torture, recovery, past pet whump, pet whumpee.
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Carlos couldn’t remember the last time he’d been outside purely to enjoy the scenery and everything that mother nature had to offer. Now, he got to do that with the full moon shining over him and during the peak of Autumn, when the trees were slowly losing their leaves and the ground in Ryker and Adam’s backyard was covered in a blanket of every shade of orange imaginable.
“This happens every year?” the vampire asked in hushed awe as he knelt down on the grass. Ryker and Adam stood behind him on the last step of the back deck, unable to help their smiles.
“Every year,” Ryker confirmed. “It’s Murphy's favourite season, solely because it means he gets to bowl through every pile of leaves he sees.”
Content: Sleep deprivation, whumpee-turned-caretaker, past child abuse/neglect, body insecurity, talk of mental disorders, vampire whumpee (turned caretaker).
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Carlos was up the moment he heard crying. Abandoning his blanket on the bedroom floor, he hastily opened the door and tiptoed down to the living area, trying his best to find the source of the noise. The only thing he was sure of was that it belonged to–
“Ryker?”
The human looked hysterical as he looked up at him from the floor. He was flat on his stomach, crying into the pillow he usually used as support for his back when he sat at the computer. His entire face was blotchy and red, a clear indication that he’d been crying for a while, and he buried his face back into the fabric after a few moments of staring.
“What’s going on?” Carlos gently pried as he sat down on the carpet beside him. He reached out a hand to comfortingly rub his back and tilted his head so they were looking at each other when he finally showed his face again. “You’ve done some strange things over the years but this is… concerning.”
“You say that like it even cracks the top ten,” Ryker mumbled, closely followed by a stifled sob that caused Carlos to wince. “I’ve been up all night trying to work on this fucking project but it won’t come together in the way that I want it to. I just want to sleep but my brain is so hyperfixated on it that I can’t.”
i want carlos to get accidentally triggered into a meltdown in front of ryker's friends :) like a full whimpering and sobbing and incoherent speech meltdown :) i'm sure he'd be absolutely MORTIFIED by that :)
not exactly what was described but i'm happy with it nonetheless :3 lots of fluff
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Carlos wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but here. Sitting at the dining table with five humans and no opportunity to politely excuse himself due to the never-ending conversation they were having. Over time, his throat had begun to restrict and he was sure he could hear the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. He wanted out. He needed out.
But no one was paying any attention to him. Not even his humans who were seated on either side of him. If he wanted to leave, he had to make the first move. That was a terrifying realisation to make, and one that only increased his feelings of being trapped. He supposed that may have been what tipped him over the edge to begin with. That and the sudden roar of laughter from all five of them.
It was like someone had flicked a switch within him, and suddenly everything he’d been trying to hold in boiled over.
“Hey,” Charlie gently called to him. He leaned forward a little in his seat and reached out a hand, presumably trying to get the vampire’s attention. “Carlos, what happened? Can you say something?”
He couldn’t. Every fibre of his being worked in an attempt to force something out, and yet nothing could make it past his lips. Nothing apart from a small, choked sob that prompted him to grasp at Ryker’s arm so tight that he was sure to leave some bruising.
The fact that everyone around him was watching only made things worse. He could feel his face heating up and his leg start to bounce anxiously beneath the table, a habit he was sure he picked up from Ryker.
“‘m sorry,” he rasped, feeling not only Ryker’s, but Adam’s hand rubbing his back comfortingly as he hunched over in his seat to try and make himself feel smaller. He’d always wished he could disappear when things got too much. “Please be gentle when you pu-unish me. I’m- I’m sorry.”
Before he knew it, everyone had trickled out of the room and into the living area. Everyone but Ryker, who had adjusted the position of the vampire’s chair so it was facing away from the table and he could kneel between his legs.
“You don’t have to say anything until you’re ready,” he quietly assured him the moment Carlos struggled to wring another apology out of himself. “You’re not getting punished, nor are you in trouble. I’ve had more meltdowns in that very chair you’re sitting in than you can count.”
Despite himself, he managed a strained laugh. Not loud enough for anybody but the two of them to hear, but enough to know that it was as genuine as it could get.
“Do you remember that conversation we had about overstimulation?” he asked. Carlos gave him a tentative nod. “Do you think that all the noise and the people may have caused something like that?”
There was a long pause. Carlos supposed it was his attempt at stalling until he was able to speak again in a way that was coherent.
He sniffled. “Maybe, but- but it’s never been an issue before.”
Ryker shrugged. “I don’t think it’s that it wasn’t an issue. I think the problem is that you were living in a constant state of overstimulation, which you’ve now been free from for, what? Almost a month now?”
“I think so.”
“So, unfortunately you’re not going to handle it as well as you would have back then.” The human offered him a gentle smile, using his thumb to stroke the palm of his hand as he cupped it in his own. “It’s okay. Totally normal. Good, even. It means you’re getting better at caring for yourself enough to avoid these things. Of course… that doesn’t mean it doesn’t fucking suck.”
Despite the few involuntary whimpers he let out, Carlos could feel himself beginning to calm down. He would have crushed the human in a hug by now, if it weren’t for the touch of his hands already verging on being too much. Nonetheless, he refused to let go of them. They were safe. They told him someone he loved was within arm’s reach. There was nothing more comforting than that.
“I’m sorry,” he tried again. “I know you’ve been waiting to see them all week ‘n’ I know I ruined it for you.”
The moment it all clicked in his head was obvious. “Is that why you assumed I was going to punish you?” he asked, a slight frown on his face that only deepened when Carlos tearily nodded. “But you know that I wouldn’t, right?”
“Most of the time,” the vampire mumbled. “So-ometimes it becomes a nagging thought in the back of m’head ‘n’ I convince myself that you would. I know it’s irrational and silly and selfish of me to be feeling that way despite how many times you’ve proven that you wouldn’t, but I can’t help it.”
Ryker rolled his eyes. “It’s not selfish. You’ve survived things that I couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Trauma is inevitably going to come as a result, but hey.” His smile suddenly returned, looking as though it was one of amusement more than anything else. “You’re the one who could toss me like I weigh nothing, aren’t you?”
He let out a gentle laugh the moment Carlos’ eyes blew dramatically wide. The vampire shook his head and reached out a shaking hand to run it through Ryker’s hair, just enough to push it out of his eyes before settling on his shoulder.
“Never,” he quietly protested. “I couldn’t. Not to you.”
“Seems like we’re on the same page, then.”
Carlos glanced down at his lap, where their hands sat intertwined with each other. “I guess we are,” he quietly agreed. “Thank you, sir.”
I really wanted to hurt carlos a bit, so have this. it takes place early on in Carlos' life, when he's still not used to constant starvation and finds it harder to cope with:)
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Three weeks without food should have been nothing to Carlos by now. After several instances in which he’d been deprived of blood for years before getting the privilege of sating his hunger again, he thought three weeks would be nothing.
But as it stood right now, he was already close to breaking. It was torture. It was beyond humiliating. He couldn’t even recall the amount of times he’d been belittled for drooling when the smell got too close to him or crying when his master cruelly decided to extend the length of time in which he would go unfed at the last minute.
And without a doubt, the evenings were the worst. They were when his master would invite him into his bed just so he could wrap him up in his arms and force him to endure the constant smell of fresh blood pumping beneath his skin. It caused his stomach to ache and his mind to obsess until the thought of feeding was the only thing keeping him from passing out from exhaustion.
He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had a proper sleep since this nightly routine began.
“Feeling hungry yet?” Master would tease as soon as he felt the vampire attempting to subtly pull away from him. Large fingers would slip into his hair, gripping onto it so hard that Carlos couldn’t help but let out a pained noise, before dragging his head in close again. So close that his nose was nuzzled against the human’s collar, forced to take in the sweet smell with every breath he took in.
So close, and yet so damn far.
“It hurts,” he practically whined, his voice muffled against his master’s neck. As if to demonstrate just how much, his stomach growled a moment later, loud and desperate. “I’m begging you, sir. Please. I’m in so much pain.”
He squeezed his eyes shut as soon as the human yanked his entire body closer to him. Despite being taller, he was no match for his master. Not without food. Not with his body in such a state. All he could do was allow it to happen, even his head feeling too heavy to lift on occasions.
“Shh, I promise it’s just a few more days,” he gently encouraged, though they both knew it was an empty promise. “At the very least, this will make you appreciate what I give you just that bit more.”
An anguished, pained sob squeezed its way out in response. His entire body trembled, fingers weakly clinging to his master’s shirt despite how much he wanted to get away from the overwhelming smell. He was forced to use so much willpower just to avoid sinking his teeth into the flesh on his shoulder. His jaw ached from how hard he was clenching it. If he were anybody else, he’d have fed from him as he slept long ago.
But he wasn’t. He was Carlos Emrick, a vampire who had never harmed a being superior to him and would never attempt to. So, he sat there and cried until his throat grew hoarse, long after his master had fallen asleep and left him to suffer in silence.
Content: Alcohol (no one actually consumes it), PTSD/trauma, vampire whumpee, multiple caretakers, human caretaker.
This is a super short one, but I kind of like it.
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Soon enough, it was Sunday evening and Adam’s sisters were heading back home again. Although it was always a pleasure having them stay, the excitement upon realising the house was finally without guests again was by far Ryker’s favourite part. He’d never really been much of an entertainer. It was stressful and miles out of his comfort zone, though he was always happy to make an exception for Danny and Morgan.
It seemed he wasn’t alone in that thought, either. Adam and Carlos both collapsed the moment they were able to get inside after accompanying the women to their car, and Ryker couldn’t help but laugh at how alike they looked in terms of their behaviour.
carlos is recaptured but this time he's there for so long that by the time he gets out, ryker and adam are old men. what happens?
One of my favourite daydreams is one where the caretaker and the whumpee are separated for decades before reuniting, so I have actually thought about this exact scenario!
also, i'm considering writing a proper thing for this??
There are some key things I like to think about when I imagine these three.
I think the most likely scenario is that Ryker and Adam pay a decent amount of money to get him back from someone. Far more than a vampire like him is realistically worth, but they know it's worth it.
Carlos not recognising them at first. Between his severe reconditioning and the fact that Ryker and Adam have obviously changed drastically over the years, I like to imagine there's at least a good five to ten minutes where they have to help him remember who they are.
But. once he does remember, there are so many tears and so much clinginess coming from him. He's extra careful... he knows about the slow increase in fragility as the human body gets older, but he's so goddamn relieved to see his humans again.
Carlos has aged a little, too, during this time, believe it or not. Obviously not by much, but it's clear by a vampire's standards that he's been around for quite some time.
To help himself cope with his loss, Carlos no doubt convinces himself that they've both ended their lives. At some point he accepts that he just doesn't want to hold onto any hope, and the grief and the sorrow is so real that to him, it has genuinely happened. So how amazing must it be to see that his humans are alive?
They have to start purchasing blood packs for him because giving their own blood every day isn't an option anymore. Carlos does not care one bit despite their concerns. He's just happy to be fed and healthy again.
At some point, Carlos has a breakdown because he realises just how much of Ryker's life he's missed. He sees all the happy memories framed on the wall and the wedding ring on his and Adam's fingers, they're living in a purchased home now, instead of one they rented. It's a different kind of grief that he's never felt before, and one that he never wants to experience again.
But in the end, Carlos is so incredibly grateful that he gets to spend what short amount of time his humans have left on earth with them.
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Adding the taglist to this one as an au because i like it so much...
In reference to this post where Carlos talks about imagining seeking revenge on Ryker's parents for the emotional and physical abuse he went through as a child. This is just a dream. All the things Carlos wishes he could say and do to them but can't tend to come out while he's asleep:)
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Not once had Carlos’ owners ever been afraid of him. They were better in every way and had no reason to be, or so they always said.
And yet here they were, backs pressed up against the wall with nowhere to run and what seemed like an endless stream of tears falling down their faces. No matter how hard he tried, Carlos just couldn’t bring himself to feel bad for them.
“How could you do this?” he whispered, fingers tenderly grasping at the frame of a portrait photo that had been taken of Ryker some years ago. After some tentative hesitation, he held the portrait out to them, a light tremor seeping into his hands as he attempted to make them face what they’d done. “Look at him. Look at the way he picked himself back up after you so brutally brought him to his knees. Don’t you feel any remorse? Any guilt for the things you put him through?”
Much to his own surprise, he had both of them tossed to the floor before they could even open their mouths to respond.
It was in that moment he realised that, for once, he had the upper hand. For once, he had a chance to say all the things he’d been too scared to say back then, and they would have no choice but to listen to him.
“You could give me all the time in the world and I still wouldn’t have enough to explain just how incredible this child is,” he tearily continued, arms protectively securing the portrait against his chest as he took a few steps towards them. As predicted, they immediately began to scramble away from him, struggling to avoid the feet getting closer and threatening to shatter anything in their path.
“I couldn’t even care less about what you did to me, you know. My job was to provide stress relief for my owners and I readily accepted that, but still you insisted on bullying and beating on a defenseless child, too.”
There was a sudden snap, followed by the sound of an agonising scream as David’s ankle caught the blow of Carlos’ footing. He smiled, delighting in the sound as he twisted and ground his heel further into the floor. It was a sense of power he’d never felt in his life, and oh, how addicting it was.
He was patient, waiting as the screams slowly but surely eased into muffled cries as his owners embraced. Only then did he release him from under his foot, allowing the man to tuck his knees up into himself despite the obvious pain it caused him.
As soon as he was at their head, he took a fistful of both their hair in each hand and forced them to look up at him, holding on tight enough that they both let out small cries. “I will forever live in shame for not having the strength to protect him before,” he whispered, purposely lowering his voice back into its normal, softer register. “But I’m better now. I’m strong and healthy, and nothing if not loyal to my human. So, why don’t we make up for lost time?”
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Carlos cries himself to sleep soon after waking up, overwhelmed with guilt over not being good enough for Ryker and horror over how brutally vengeful his brain is after the lights are out <3 He has not told Ryker about any of this does not for a long, long time.
Content: PTSD/trauma, vampire whumpee, recovery, [past] pet whump.
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Carlos was not surprised to find that he struggled to sleep during the weekend that Morgan and Danny were here. It was an odd experience, having more than just Ryker and Adam in the house, and while he got along famously with Danny in particular, he still couldn’t help the fear that became just that bit more prominent each time he heard a noise coming from outside his door.
On the second night, those fears only got worse. After several long hours of lying awake, he decided to push his bed against the furthest wall from the door, giving him the opportunity to press his back against it so he could see anything that may come for him.
It was as he scrambled under the covers once more, desperate to feel the illusion of safety that he’d created for himself, that he heard a light knock at his door. He found himself cowering away from it, pulling the blankets tightly over his body. He couldn’t figure out who the scent belonged to. There were too many different ones lingering around the place now that Morgan and Danny were staying here, too. He didn’t like it.
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