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You know that post that is like: "I want to see this man broken?" I've never quite got that feeling until earlier this week when I was like I need to see him scared crying, and begging Right Now. So here have some hurt/comfort, it was his turn ig. There might be a sweet comfort only part two coming.

masterlist <part 2>

cw: drugging, male whumpee, male caretaker, female caretaker, multiple caretakers, platonic whump, crying, begging, whumpee not believing he's been rescued.

Sasha's head was swimming, whenever he felt the fog in his mind lift up, there was a sting in his shoulder and everything faded back to black again.

The time was divided into blissful darkness of unconsciousness and short periods of when there were swirls of colors and shapes around. In those short periods he was able to think a little and he noticed two things - he was in some kind of cell and his wrists were tied, and bleeding.

Every time he woke up he also found new bruises on his body, even though he had no idea who done them. Well the list of people who wanted him dead hurt, imprisoned or everything of the above was way too long to try and figure out who that might have been, besides his thoughts were moving way too slowly for him to be able to do that.

Sometimes periods in between the darkness were longer and then Sasha was staring to think about Vi and Cole.

He was a real asshole to them, on the same night he was taken there, he had a horrible week but there was no denying that he said some awful things to them, things they definitely didn't deserved to hear. There was no reason why they would come back for him, besides how would they even know where he is.

Usually somewhere at this point everything started to lose sense again, his thoughts touring into fuzzy mess. He expected the familiar stinging in his arm and the overwhelming darkness to come any time now, but instead he heard the noises.

That was new, usually besides the creaking of the door there was only silence, but now he could hear voices somewhere off in the distance.

Sasha couldn't make out the words but they sounded angry, there was some screaming.

Guess, that's it he thought before closing his eyes and tiling his head back.

"Sashka, fuck, hey wake up!"

Someone was touching his face, he prepared for the wave of pain but it never came - the touch was gentle. He felt someone's hand run through his hair.

"Please, open your eyes, please for me?"

It was hard but Sasha did that and saw... white, just a wall of white. He groaned and the wall shifted, he realized it was hair.

The person moved and Sasha saw her face, Vi was crouching in front of him, she didn't look hurt but her shoulders and neck were covered in blood.

They must have gave him something new. He saw twins before in his dreams, both together and separately, but it was hazy. And now in this one it looked like she was really there.

Vi reached and cupped his cheek, Sasha tried to focus his eyes on her but his vision was going blurry, before she could say anything, the door creaked again, she looked up at whoever just came in.

"Did you find out anything about what they gave to him?"

"No, nothing. Let me take a look at him"

The girl moved a little and another person kneeled beside her. Sasha felt her fingers lift off of his face, another hand appeared in their place, and turned his head to the side.

"Sasha, do you understand what I'm saying? Can you squeeze my hand?"

The man sounded almost like Cole but it couldn't be him right? They've gotten into a nasty fight that other night. Viv slammed the door and left, but Cole stayed and, well things went south.

Maybe that's why he appeared? This all made him dizzy, but he tried to squeeze the man's hand like he asked however his body wasn't cooperating.

"I-... y-you... h..ere...-"

All he managed was a few slurred words before his eyes fluttered closed and his hand fell onto his shoulder.

"Whatever it was it must have been strong, he's completely out of it... We have to get out of here, I'll pick him up"

"I can-"

"No, you can't, your shoulder's already strained."

"Careful with his knee."

"I know, I know. Come on Sashka, we're going home."

Sasha felt someone's arms underneath his back and legs. That's weird, he thought, the touch was familiar.

And even if it wasn't real it still felt nice after cold hard floor, Sasha let his head rest on the person chest.

Slowly opening and closing his eyes was all he could manage to do at the moment, so he just watched as the rooms changed. He wasn't sure what was happening besides the fact that he was apparently being carried outside. But besides the confusion, he felt calm.

"Just a little bit longer alright?".

The man asked when Sasha's head started lulling on his shoulder. He pressed a quick kiss on the top of it and put a hand on its side holding it to his chest.

As he finished saying this someone jumped out from around the corner.

"What do you think you're doing with our prisoner?"

"I thought we've killed all those fuckers already?" Vi's voice came from beside him.

"Apperently not, can you?"

"With pleasure. I'll catch up to you in a minute."

The man kept walking, Sasha couldn't turn his head so he didn't see what happened next but he heard that other man screaming. After some time the girl walked up to them again.

They must have went outside because, the cold was now sinking deep into his bones, Sasha started shivering.

Next thing he knew he was laying on the back seat of the car. He registered Vi sitting next to him and holding him close.

The warmth was slowly spreading across his body, and he felt tired, so tired, and so warm, when was the last time he was warm?

"Sashka? Don't fall asleep..."

Her voice came form very far away, and he was confused by her words, what does she mean don't fall asleep? He's already dreaming isn't he?

A hand was stroking his back, it distracted him. He flinched a bit when it touched one of the bruises, but still the motion was soothing, the darkness was already dancing on the edges of his vision.

"Hey, no don't - please, stay with me"

Vi cradled his head, and he fought to keep his eyes open, he didn't want this dream to end yet.

Just a little bit longer, please I don't want them to be gone just yet. But it was no use, he gave up and rested on her shoulder while the world around him went quiet.

Sasha thought he would wake up in his cell but apparently he was still dreaming. The first sign of that was that he laying on something soft, the second was the fact that someone was holding his hand. After a moment he realized there was another one on his forehead.

Then he heard the voices and he was sure that it was still a dream. Again it sounded like Viv and Cole talking, they couldn't be there, why would they after how he treated them. But still he wanted to hear them, so he lied still afraid that if he moves it'll fade away.

"You think he's going to be okay?"

"He has to be, I'm not even halfway done with yelling at him, and I can't do that when he's like this..."

There was some rustling and then another hand was placed on the top of his head, it run through his hair.

"Hey asshole, please come back to us."

Someone's thumb were stroking his cheek.

"He looks so... vulnerable... and scared"

"I know... he doesn't look like himself at all... Wait is he's still shaking? I'll get him another blanket-..."

It was a nice dream. Sasha thought, grateful that it lasted that long, wierd but nice, and with that he drifted back to sleep.

When Sasha finally came to, first thing he did was trying to move his hands. He expected the rough rope to cut into his wrists, like before, but there was no pain, no resistance nothing.

But even though he could move them freely, he felt like there was something on them. Confused Sasha opened his eyes and saw that his wrists were covered in neatly wrapped bandages.

He moved his head to the side and blinked... the room, it looked like his bedroom.

Jesus, how strong was that stuff if he was still hallucinating? He thought, but something felt odd. His thoughts were still slow but it didn't feel like his mind was filled with cotton anymore.

Sasha tried to pull himself up a little, his arms and shoulders were shaking from the effort, but he was stubborn and managed to half-sit propping his back on the pillow.

He was... comfortable? The room was warm and he was wrapped in a soft blanket, the dreams never felt like this before, even if he dreamt of being home he still felt the clod stone floor. Could this be real?

And then Sasha saw the other people in the room. Vi was sleeping on the floor with her head on the bed, and hand extended to him across the mattress. Cole was a few feet away in curled in the armchair.

Sasha couldn't help but cry, for a minute he had a silver of hope that it wasn't a dream. But the twins, they were so mad at him, there was no way they would sleep next to his bed.

He was so tired, and it felt so nice, the thought of this dream ending anytime soon and him waking up in the cold cell again was too much.

But while it still lasts he'll at least try to apologize to them. Even if they're just a dream, he had to say he's sorry.

He reached out and touched the girl's hand, expecting it to fall apart or disappear as soon as their skin touched but nothing like that happened, he felt her cold skin under his fingers, her hand twitched a bit.

With shaking hand Sasha brushed away her hair, she didn't disappeared after that either, what's more she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

Before Sasha could comprehend the fact that he just touched her - really touched her and what it meant. His back hit the headboard of the bed and arms wrapped around his neck.

"Sashka!"

He slowly raised shaking arms and put them around her back. He was afraid that if he thought too hard about what's going on it would end.

"Viv, let him fully wake up first"

There was another pair of arms trying gently to pull him away, but Sasha wrapped his arms tighter, resting his head on her shoulder, still half convinced that if he lets go they'll be gone.

"It's okay, it's okay"

Vi said softly, putting a hand on the back of his head, and resting her chin on the top of it. That was a breaking point, his shoulders shook as he started sobbing.

"I-i'm sorry...please, just don't leave, I-i can't..."

"You're home, you're safe."

Cole rubbed his back, soothing him gently. But he barely registered the words.

"I'm sorry, I-i...was..."

"A dick?"

There was a hiss and a slight thump when Vi pushed him.

"Leave him alone."

"I'm just teasing him."

Sasha didn't know what they meant they must be mad, of course they are. Now his whole body was shaking.

"Does it look like he understands that, to you?"

"No-no, no, please, I don't - I can't, back I-"

"Shhhh-"

"- It's alright."

They both spoke at the same time and they both sounded chocked up.

Suddenly his body felt like it weighted a few tons, his limbs feel limply by his sides, he couldn't even cry anymore, just leaned on her shaking as the tears streamed down his face.

Someone's arms tried to pull him away again, and this time Sasha didn't have any strength left to protest.

"Sashka you're exhausted, lie back down."

Like he had a choice, Sasha thought as his head was lied on the pillow.

"You should sleep" Cole said touching his temple.

"N-no" Sasha tried to sit up, but Vi grabbed his shoulders holding him down.

"Why not?" She asked softly.

"You-you will be gone, please I'm-I'm sorry, don't-don't...-"

They exchanged looks above his head.

"Hey, easy, easy."

"You're home, now."

"And we sure as hell aren't going anywhere okay?"

"Okay" He nodded with a small voice.

Viv smiled at him and Cole wrapped the blanket around his legs, it wasn't tight but the weight of it seemed impossible to get out of. Sasha closed his eyes.

"That's it, just relax, and go to sleep."

There were someone's fingers in his hair, playing with it gently, someone was holding his hand in their own again. Tracing shapes on it with their fingers.

A soft feeling spilled inside of him, but it felt different to the one caused by the drug - it was warmer, he let it grow until it overtook his whole body.

idk how many of you have read "the bane chronicles" by Cassandra Clare, but there was a very interesting part which included the vampires being addicted to drugs : it was during the 70s and they drank blood of people who took some and soon became addicted, the symptoms included: in early stages increased bloodlust, and later them being too weak to move, throwing up blood, fever-ish etc. And that's such a lovely trope I think think I'm going to use it someday

Do you know who I am?

TW: Noncon drugging, noncon, intimate Whumper, drugs.

| Part One | |Part Two| |Part Three|

(Each part can be read as stand-alone or as a part of series)

Caretaker couldn't stop themselves from crying. They have to stop or they will scare Whumpee when they wake up...but if they were about to be honest with themselves Whumpee didn't look like they were about to wake up anytime soon.

And it didn't help that every time they closed their eyes they were there again.

....

"I'm sorry that my little toy isn't the liveliest today, but we had a little trouble getting them into right mood today" Whumper explained, with apologetic smile, gesturing to the couch in the middle of the room, or rather to the limp, half naked figure lying on it.

"But I can assure you that with the right encouragement, they will loosen up" Whumper didn't hesitate to demonstrate, crouching down to reach Whumpee and brutally getting them to sit upwards, this resulted in soft pained groans and mumbling, which they instantly quiet down by kissing them hard and slow. Whumpee fell quiet again as the sound of guest's laughter filled the room.

Caretaker could feel their heart sink to their feet. Whumper words from the night before still ringing in their ears:

"Oh its simple really: you will attend my party, but you will be just a spectator, no touching, no interacting with them until the last guest leaves. If you break the rules, the whole deal is off. Clear? "

They watched Whumper step aside form Whumpee, whose head was now falling limply onto their chest.

With wide grin Whumper gestured to them

"Let's get this party stared, friends."

...

Sitting by Whumpees bed Caretaker hid their face in their hands. The deal sounded simple enough, one night and they will be back home. Safe.

But Caretaker knew it will be the night they would remember for the rest of their life. They will never forget the image of Whumpee trying unsuccessfully to get away form all the hands touching them, too weak to even turn their head on their own.

Looking so helpless and confused, when Caretaker looked at their face and into their eyes knowing good damn well that even though they're looking straight at them but not really seeing them. But as much as Caretaker would like to hide it this wasn't the worst part for them.

No, Whumpees pain and horror weren't the worst, the worst was the feeling that rose in Caretaker chest one moment - when they thought Whumpee might have recognized them.

Their eyes got less cloudy for a second and they started mumbling something quietly under their breath, trashing in the arms of the person that was currently holding them.

It took everything Caretaker had in them to not to sprint to their side, and also to not to kill everyone on that god forsaken party.

Whumper however didn't have any agreement, any conditions to meet, so they went over to couch and apologized to the guest, to sit down next to Whumpee. Caretaker couldn't hear what they were saying, and couldn't decide if this made the situation better or worse, either.

...

"C- Car-Caretaker" Whumper could feel Whumpee body shaking in their. Hmm it seems like the drug is starting to wear off. They wouldn't really give them this much of the drug in one night but Whumper can't let them ruin the fun can they? Besides they won't be their problem for much longer.

"Yes, yes my darling this horrible Caretaker is here they make you feel this bad, all this pain and touching its their fault." They wiped single tear form Whumpees cheek.

"But don't worry I'm here, see when I'm with you no one is touching you. Here, let me help you, you will feel better"

...

Maybe they couldn't hear but Caretaker sure as hell could see what was happening - Whumper raising Whumpees head slightly and giving them some kind of pill, and water to swallow. Whumpee relaxed almost instantly

"Our dear little friend needs a break for a few minutes, I'll take care of them, for a while and they'll be as good as new" shouted Whumper, to their guests, loud sound clearly scared Whumpee but they weren't able to do much beside a quite groan.

Caretaker almost couldn't bear it, watching Whumper kissing Whumpee and Whumpee giving in to their touch, limp but relaxed their eyes only on Whumper.

Whenever Whumpee started to get nervous, they instantly calmed down when Whumper came near, even without them drugging them, Whumpee seemd to seek their presence, to cling to it. Caretaker felt nauseous, they excused themselves to the bathroom, and after that rest of the party was a blur.

After the last person walked out. Whumper slapped unconscious Whumpee getting them back to reality

"Look, dear Caretakers is here, so unfortunately you won't feel good for much longer" They looked at Caretaker "you know what I'm feeling really generous today, here" They handed them a syngerine filled with wierd liquid "Something tells me that they won't be very good companion without it. It isn't what make them feel so good, no one beside me can make them feel like that but it'll sedate them."

Caretaker was so shocked and tired that they didn't even registered themselves automatically taking the syngerine and putting it in their pocket. Finally Whumper left them alone, stating that Whumpee is now their problem and they have ten minutes to get the hell out of their house.

As soon as Whumper walked away Whumpee started to shake again.

"Wh-Whumper..."

This was the first word they said to Caretaker, and it shook them, Caretaker wasn't so stupid to fool themselves into thinking that the Whumpee would recognize them, in this state because even with their eyes open they were so out of it it was terryfing....but they kind of hoped... well they didn't know what they hoped for.

"Whumper"

Through the car ride home this was the only word Whumpee manged to get out, Caretaker checked for any injuries, and thank God didn't find any, but this was worrying.

At first their pleas were barely audible but they grew louder and more desperate as Whumpee started to come back to reality, still far away from comprehending what was really happening to them but a little bit more conscious.

Caretaker wrote it off as an effect of drug, but somewhere in the back of their head Whumper words were still present.

"W... Whu..mper" Oh, how much would Caretaker give to never hear that name form Whumpees mouth again... but wait it was too clear to be just a memory.

They looked at the bed to which they carried Whumpee after getting home, and in which they passed out almost instantly.

Now they were pale and terrified, looking around, so confused it broke Caretakers heart.

"Do you know who I am?" They asked softly gently putting hand on their forehead.

"Whumper?" the hope in their voice made Caretaker start crying all over again

"N... No" They managed to get out, "Its Caretaker alright? Do you remember me?"

"C... Caretaker?" Whumpee started crying, "n.. noo... don't.... i was.. good don't hurt me anymore"

"What? Whumpee I would never -" They were interrupted by violent sobs

"Whumper where is Whumper?" Whumpee started trashing in bed, Caretaker barely managed to catch them before they fell onto the ground, unfortunately this seemed to scare Whumpee even more

"Whuu... whuu... I want..... want.. to feel good. Please. WHUMPER! WHUMper g... ooo.. d." They instantly went quiet when Caretaker put a needle into their arm. Their body going limp and eyes rolling back to their head

"ff..... eel 'ood..." Whumpees last words before they dozed off again were almost drowned by Caretaker sobs and apologies.

/Authors note under the cut/

Party Time

TW: Noncon drugging, noncon, intimate Whumper, drugs.

| Part One | |Part Two| |Part Three|

(Each part can be read as stand-alone or as a part of series)

Looking at an empty syringe on the floor Whumper smiled, they loved this moment: right before The Party but still early enough that they could have some time for themselves.

And they loved seeing Whumpee like this: docile, clingy, lying limply on Whumpers lap, barely coherent, trying so hard to even focus they eyes... Charming really.

"C - ca-..." Their words were so slurred Whumper could barely make up a single sound. Honestly seeing them like this was amusing, but kind of adorable. Alright they will play along.

"What is it honey? " They asked sweetly, gently cupping their cheek.

"Ca-re-caretaker"

Hmmm still too coherent apperently. Quick, hard slap sent whumpee flying onto the floor. Quiet groan made it clear that Whumpees body registered it, even if the mind wasn't really able to.

"Looks like a single dose won't do today hmm?" Whumper didn't really liked to give them more than one, it meant they will have to cut their before-party short, to get them to the main room while they're still able to somewhat walk. But they couldn't risk their pathetic pleas to ruin their guests, and what's more important Whumpers own mood.

Especially today, after all this will be the last party with their toy, as in the wave of a good mood Whumper made an agreement with their precious Caretaker (poor Whumpee wasn't really conscious enough that day to take part in this, negotiations, oh well) - that they would give them Whumpee back... Whumper was getting bored of them anyway, so sure they would do it... that is under some conditions of course...

But it doesn't mean they can ruin their fun by mentioning them! And besides it would be rude to just let Whumpee leave like this, without some souvenir to remember them by.

They crouched down next to the figure on the floor, if they had enough control in their limbs they would probably be trashing around, maybe screaming but now it were just quiet moans.

"There, there... soon you will be calm again, don't worry" sliding an arm behind Whumpees head Whumper gave them a quick kiss. "Now let's get you on that couch hmm?"

They took a second to admire their head lulling onto Whumper shoulder and then on a back of the couch - Adorably obedient again.

"But before let's remind you of some ground rules again. Shall we?" Whumper slided closer and took Whumpee face in their hands "You're mine understand? You love me, not Caretaker, and I want no mention of Caretaker not now, nor at the party, clear?"

They of course weren't really able to answer that, but squeezing their face hard, Whumper only let go when small whimper escaped Whumpees throat. Good. Maybe some of that got into that little head of theirs.

"And now let's get you into the party mood hmm? " Whumper was basically sitting on Whumpees lap, not really minding their body slowly going limp underneath them, but they also didn't let go of Whumpee face yet.

Leaning in, Whumper kissed them deeply and by this as well as stroking their hair they got them to calm down enough to jab the needle into their forearm.

Not that they would be able to put much fight anyway but a little fun never killed anyone. After all the liquid disappeared into Whumpees body Whumper moved closer again.

"So.. how are you feeling?"

"Umm-nn-ggh" That was barely a sound. Perfect.

"Alright my dearest focus now, and tell me who do you love?" Trying to get Whumpees gaze to focus on them Whumper gently stroked their cheek turning their face in their direction, looking deep into Whumpees half lidded eyes.

"W...w..mpeer..." Their head fell forward onto Whumper chest. Finally letting Whumper to kiss them without any kind of fight or struggle, if they weren't so out of it maybe even with some enthusiasm.

"Good. But oh, would you look at the time? So selfish of me hoarding you all for myself, while guests, as well as a very special guest of honor, will be here in a few minutes, so shall we make you the center of the party, love?"

Whumpees eyes fluttered in response, amazingly unfocused, looking at some nonexistent point in the distance.

Whumper took that as a yes.

/Author notes under the cut/

I love drug whump so much but I can't write it for shit. @ god, why are you doing this to me