Crumby & Whumpy

Content: Safe words, belting, sadistic whumper, implied sexual undertones (but nothing sexual actually happens), restraints.

A whumpee who takes whatever Whumper gives to them, no matter how painful, because of their "safe word". They've never used it - they refuse to because they're afraid that they'll disappoint Whumper, until one day they just can't take anymore.

But Whumper doesn't stop, like they promised. No, they just smile and continue letting their belt come down on Whumpee's back with increased force, head slightly tilted in a condescending manner.

"You didn't really think that would work, did you?" they pout. "I gave you the illusion of a way out so you'd be more open to my ideas, but darling..." They pause, reaching out to grab Whumpee by the hair before yanking their head up. The chains make a loud sound as they strain against the bedposts, and Whumpee finds themself sobbing. "You never had a choice."

Content: Implied terminal illness.

Whumpee is well aware of how long they've got left to live. The looks they get from friends and family are not lost on them - the looks that say "is this really how you want to spend your last days on earth?"

But, Whumpee has never been an outdoorsy person. They've never sought the thrill of skydiving or getting on roller coasters, nor have they ever enjoyed parties. At least, not like their friends did.

No, Whumpee was happy at home. Surrounded by the one person who understood and accepted their decision, their two cats and all the movies they'd loved over the years, ready to play on the TV. Caretaker massages their consistently-sore joints and helps them through those moments of pure terror as the reality of their situation settles beneath their skin.

But, despite everything, they know this is what they want to do with their time. They're happy, even if that joy is accompanied by fear, too.

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Content: PTSD/trauma, restraints, vampire whumpee.

Carlos hasn't quite realised just how much of his past he's blocked out until you start retelling it. He starts to cry within minutes, trembling hands trying desperately and fruitlessly to rid themselves of the restraints you've put on him. He even starts to mumble to himself on occasions; apologies to people he's hurt and masters that he's disappointed, quiet pleas for you to stop, jumbled words that don't really make sense to you or the human sitting next to him. All while pulling at his restraints until his wrists are red and sore.

Beside him, Ryker sits completely still. No matter how much he tries to ignore what you're saying to him, his mind pictures it all anyway. It's horrific.

Content: Burns, impossible choice, vampire whumpee.

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.

Content: Living weapon, recovery, PTSD/trauma, violence, past conditioning, begging.

Whumpee who's so used of being used as a shield or a weapon that they won't hesitate to hurt anyone who comes near Caretaker. Friends have to be careful with what they say and do because Whumpee won't stop no matter how much Caretaker begs them to. They're not supposed to listen to the person they're protecting. They're supposed to just protect. Don't think about it, don't think about it, just protect.

But each time they look down at the friend they've hurt after finally made it out of their own head, they're hit with an immeasurable amount of guilt. They know this person. They were close to Whumpee, before everything that happened.

In the safety of their own home, Whumpee stumbles to the floor and begs for Caretaker's forgiveness. It's become a routine, at this point. Not one they want, but one they create for themselves each time they hurt someone.

In between their pleas, they weep into Caretaker's stomach about how sorry they are and how much they miss the person they used to be. Staining their shirt with their tears, gripping onto it so hard that there's pain in their hands when they let go again.

And Caretaker simply holds Whumpee's head to their stomach with a gentle hand to the side of their face, their free hand trailing continuously through their hair as they listen to Whumpee's cries.

They'll never admit that they miss the person Whumpee used to be, too.

Content: Recovery, nail/skin biting, past captivity, mentioned escape.

Whumpee who bites and picks at their skin and nails until they bleed. A habit they developed during captivity due to a mixture of boredom and stress, but now can't get rid of. Absentmindedly gnawing at any part of their hands that can bear to be touched, needing to wear gloves at all times because they'll start without even realising. Crying because the pain is so bad; the slightest touch and their raw skin screams in protest, but they're doing it to themselves. They should be able to just stop, right?

Thinking they've finally started to get somewhere, but then something happens and they start up again. Wanting to hold someone's hand but being unable to because it hurts so bad. People not wanting to touch their hands because of how attacked they are.

Content: Major character death, comfort.

Caretaker pressing their forehead to Whumpee's as they kneel over their dying body. Shutting their own eyes because they can't bare to face the state Whumpee is in, but wanting nothing more than to be close to them. Holding Whumpee's hand against their own chest, promising them that they'll be okay.

But 'you'll be okay' doesn't mean 'you're going to live'. It means 'the pain will stop soon'.

Content: Pet whump, dub-con touching, vampire whumpee, blood (for the sake of feeding).

Although he's visibly stiff in your arms, he secretly enjoys the head pets. Occasionally pressing his head further into your hand as he stares vacantly at the ground and curling up as small as he possibly can.

His stomach growls the moment you hold out the frozen treats. Any sense of self-control he had is gone, and he attacks the food in your hand. Ignoring how cold it is, he holds you by the wrist and desperately laps up every last bit, including the melted blood that's dripped onto your palm.

By the time he's done, your hand is coated in a thin layer of saliva and you can feel Carlos staring at you reverently, blood staining his chapped lips.

Content: Captivity, implied multiple whumpers, muzzles, gags, defiant whumpee, touch starvation, starvation.

Whumpee stopped fighting years ago, but Whumper believes that it's all an act to convince them to ease up on the restrictions.

So, even though Whumpee has no intention of biting anymore, they still have to wear a muzzle, gag or metal bit at all times.

Even though they no longer dream of escaping, they're still confined to the basement of the house; a room with no windows and a door that's bolted shut whenever Whumper isn't around.

Even though they'd do anything to be held in someone's arms, nobody but Whumper is allowed to visit the basement alone, and nobody is allowed to touch them, for the safety of everyone else.

They're still forced to wear thick fingerless gloves to stop them from scratching.

People refuse their requests to be fed out of concern that they'll return to their aggressive state if they regain their strength.

No matter how much they yearn to prove that they've changed, Whumper will never give them that opportunity.

Content: Consumption of human flesh, captivity, vampire whumpee, multiple whumpees, caretaker-turned-whumpee, forced to hurt (sort of), starvation.

A starving vampire is only ever allowed to eat the flesh of their caretaker; a rule set by their captor. They hate how delicious it is, made so by the blood that comes with it. Caretaker tries to reassure them that it’s fine, that they’re allowed to enjoy it, but Whumpee can see the horror on their face each time they’re fed.

Caretaker who could have done something. Maybe they said no to taking Whumpee's torture for them. Maybe they knew that something was wrong but stayed quiet because that's what Whumpee had asked of them. Maybe they heard noises but told themselves it was nothing, or maybe they chose to ignore it because they were fighting at the time and didn't realise how serious it was.

And now they have to live with the knowledge that they allowed it to happen. It doesn't matter whether they meant to or not. It doesn't matter how many times they apologise or try to make things right. That feeling will always linger. It will always eat at them when they see the scars on Whumpee's body.

They failed.