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Fandom/universe: Generic Whumpee

Warnings: homeless whumpee, hypothermia, mild frostbite

Notes: Continued from Day 7! This one is dedicated to the “save da baby” squad…y’all know who you are. 😉 Also thank you to @sweetwhumpandhellacomf for the initial idea for this.

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It’s been a good Christmas morning so far. The kids had woken them up at the first sign of daylight, bouncing up and down on the bed until they were forced to get up and follow them downstairs to see what Santa brought. After tearing through stockings and a breakfast of cinnamon rolls, Teammate gets a sudden whim to go for a walk. The kids are all hyped about the snow that fell during the night, might as well get out and see it before the cars and pedestrians mess it up.

They’re all bundled up in coats and hats and scarves and gloves and boots, noses turning red in the frigid air and steam puffing from their lips, but everyone is smiling. Someone suggests they walk a block over to the park to see what the city tree looks like in the snow. A snowball fight breaks out somewhere along the way, of course. But eventually they make it into the park, snow squeaking beneath their feet, and everyone stills a bit, taking in the beauty of the undisturbed blanket of white amidst the trees and wrought iron benches.

It’s when they’re all standing side by side in front of the towering Christmas tree, silently admiring the dusting of flakes across the red and gold ornaments, that Teammate notices something off in the idyllic scenery. On the closest bench to the tree, there’s a person. At least, they’re pretty sure it’s a person. It’s a lump of clothing, at least, covered in a thin layer of snow.

I’m a couple of days late but I had ideas still to write!

Fandom/universe: Obsession

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, dissociation, captivity, restraints, sensory deprivation, starvation, sensory overload, referenced parental death

Timeline notes: Not sure exactly when it takes place but it’s sometime in the future, after where canon currently leaves off

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She’s floating.

There’s not much else to do, besides float.

For the first few…hours? days?…she tried to keep herself aware, but it’s a losing battle. In this endless darkness, endless silence, endless nothing, she has no good way to tie herself to the present. She’d tried rubbing against the soft ties that kept her sitting in place, anchored to the floor, but that only worked for so long. So did tapping against the hard floor, snapping, breathing exercises, bouncing her legs up and down…she’s too tired to try any of that anymore, anyway. She has no way of knowing how long she’s been like this, but she hasn’t eaten since he left and she’s not sure she's slept, either.

Fandom/universe: Obsession

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, captivity, creepy/intimate/possessive whumper, stress position, restraints, conditioning (but not pet whump), dislocation

Timeline notes: I’m not precisely sure when this takes place, but it’s past where canon currently leaves off

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“You know, I’m not usually one to get into the holidays too much.” Oliver circles her slowly, admiring his work. “Unfortunately I have to celebrate them to some extent. So many parties to attend, bonuses to approve, blah blah blah. In my free time usually I’d rather pretend things like Christmas don’t exist.”

He pauses in his pacing, looking her up and down with a smile. “But I saw this photo set online done with Christmas lights, and I couldn’t resist the aesthetic. And honestly? It’s turning out even better than I expected.”

Fandom/Universe: Generic Whumper and Whumpee

Warnings: captivity, implied torture, starvation, drugging

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It’s the first time they’ve been out of the basement since they were brought here. Somehow, they’d expected the rest of Whumper’s house to be just as dismal and cold, but it’s the complete opposite, and not only due to the fire crackling cheerily in the fireplace. There’s a tree standing proudly in the front window, decorated by an expert hand. Nearly every other inch of the house is decked out, as well, everything red and green and gold and sparkling, and Andy Williams is crooning quietly in the background.

Whumper smiles brilliantly as they press them down into a chair at the kitchen table. There are so many delicious smells wafting through the air and Whumpee’s stomach aches, clenching around nothing. It’s been days since they were last fed, and that was hardly worth speaking of. They try not to show their discomfort, though, try not to wince as their bruises make contact with the wood, try not to let on how overwhelmed they’re feeling. The lights, the music, the smells, the memories, it’s all so much after days in the near-silent darkness.

Not to mention the realization that it’s Christmas. They…they’ve been here for so long. They knew it had to have been weeks, at least, but…

Fandom/universe: Generic Whumpee

Warnings: homeless whumpee, death mention, fear of hypothermia

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There was supposed to be a Christmas party tonight. Christmas Eve. The whole team was gonna get together, gather at headquarters where there’s a blue and silver tree set up, twinkling with white lights, and relax for once. Laugh and talk and eat tons of warm, delicious food. Whumpee can’t exactly cook anything, but the team had let them get away with volunteering to bring the chips and drinks.

But it’s been cancelled. Snow is coming, and Leader was worried about people getting trapped at the party, unable to get home. It’s the first snow of the season, and it’s supposed to be a big one. Headquarters is locked up tight now until next week - Whumpee checked earlier, just to be sure.

That’s okay. They were looking forward to the evening, but they understand. The last thing they want is for their teammates to miss out on spending Christmas with their loved ones.

Fandom/universe: Original fiction - Obsession

Timeline notes: This takes place before chapter 1 of Obsession, during Cadence’s first captivity

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, creepy/possessive/intimate whumper, captivity, restraints, partial nudity, referenced torture, fear of noncon, muzzle, branding, burns, brief emeto mention

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“You know, I’ve been thinking.” Oliver strokes a hand down Cadence’s bare stomach, drawing little swirls with his fingers. “I think I want to give you something. A gift, to always remember me by.”

Cadence blinks back tears as she stares up at the pipes and ducts above her. She can’t answer, not around the muzzle she’s been wearing for days, and if she could she’s figured out by now that she’d be punished for doing so.

Universe: Generic Whumper and Whumpee

Warnings: restraints, betrayal, implied torture

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Light dances against the stone walls, shadows looming larger than life. Each torch that Whumpee passes quivers with the disturbance of air, and they cringe each time as if someone might notice the change.

It’s not as bad as the clinking of chains, though. Despite the fact that they have a firm grip on it, trying to hold it taut, the chain linking their shackles makes an occasional small noise that’s deafening in the otherwise silent corridor. They feel like they’re not breathing at all, straining their ears to listen for the approach of guards, waiting for the silence to come crashing down on them at any second.

But it doesn’t. Somehow, despite their bruises aching and their heart pounding, they make it to the end of the corridor and up the staircase, and the door out of the dungeon doesn’t even creak on its hinges.

Fandom: Generic Whumper and Whumpee

Warnings: guns, self-sacrifice, death mention

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They’re alive.

They’re here, right here, alive.

After all of the tears and searching and refusing to give up and finally grieving and accepting that they were gone, they weren’t coming back…they’re here. And they’re alive.

And they’ve just thrown themself in between Whumper and Caretaker, arms splayed as if they can make themselves impossibly wide, large enough to protect everyone they love.

Fandom: Generic whumper and whumpee

Warnings: restraints, gag, captivity

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They hummed to themself as they studied the tree, one of those super cheery songs that played in all the stores at this time of year and easily got stuck in everyone’s head. They didn’t mind, though. They were in the Christmas spirit, practically giddy with excitement, and the song suited the mood.

Picking up the next ornament, they stepped gingerly up to the branches, careful not to crush any of the presents already nestled underneath. The little red and white candy cane sparkled beneath the colored lights. It put a smile on their face, just as all the rest had. 

They stopped for a sip of their apple cider before deciding where the very last ornament would hang. All that was left now was the topper, and they had to pull up a chair to stand on for that. It took a little bit of wiggling and adjusting and finagling, but soon the star stood proudly on the highest point of the tree. Stepping back, they clasped their hands together and took it all in with a happy sigh. 

“It’s perfect. They’re going to love it.” Their gaze drifted down, and their smile grew. “Though they’ll probably be too enamored by their gift to even notice the tree.”

Dropping to their knees, Whumper double-checked the ribbons that wrapped tightly around Whumpee’s waist and held them against the trunk of the tree, then the matching ones that tied their wrists and ankles and served as a gag. Whumpee looked at them with wide, pleading eyes that shone particularly prettily with the reflections of the lights. They kicked their legs a little, and the branches shook, sending a small shower of needles down around them.

“Uh uh uh,” Whumper tsked. “You’ll pull the tree down on yourself, and that wouldn’t be good, would it? You might hurt yourself, and ruin all of my hard work.” They patted Whumpee’s cheek. “I feel like there’s something missing, though…”

Standing, they crossed to the wrapping supplies and fished out a large, red bow, peeled off the backing, and returned to stick it onto Whumpee’s forehead. “There. Perfect.” They clapped their hands and did a little happy dance. “Ooh, I can’t wait! Whumper 2 is going to adore you!”