#oc ryker

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Caretaking/fluff 17 for Carlos

~ Squish those cheeks and kiss their nose ~

Content: Touch starved whumpee, begging, vampire whumpee, human caretaker, talk of beatings/abuse.

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“Ryker?”

The human glanced up from his book; a smile coming to his face the moment he saw Carlos standing beside the chair he was in with his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked nervous - more so than usual, and Ryker noticed him rocking back and forth on his feet ever so slightly as he stared down at the ground. He was about to ask for something.

“Yeah, man?”

“Can I, uhm…” He paused, swallowing anxiously as he fiddled with the hem of his hoodie. The rocking on his feet began to get worse. “I know, when you asked me about my boundaries, that I said that I didn’t want anyone to touch me. I know that.”

Ryker silently urged him to continue.

“But I, uhm- I need you to hug me or- or pet me or even hit me. Do something,” he whispered. Ryker found himself frowning at the tears prominent in his eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. He looked so desperate. “Please? Please, sir? I won’t eat tomorrow. I will do chores. I will give you whatever you want. I won’t even ask again. I know I said I didn’t w-want it but I just- I need a hug so bad. Please.”

Placing his book to the side, Ryker nodded and stood up. He knew this had been an issue for a while. Far before he’d moved out of home all those years ago. It got so bad that he remembered hearing him thanking his parents whenever they’d beat him. They never let him be in the same room whenever they did it, much to his relief, but he still heard. Every cry, every threat, every beating – he heard it all. It still made him sick even thinking about it. If they felt comfortable doing that while he was there, god only knows what they did to him when he was out of the house.

Gently, he cupped Carlos’ bony face in his hands and ran his thumbs along his cheeks; offering a smile when the vampire tearily looked up at him. “You’re allowed to ask for as many hugs as you want,” he assured him. “I ask people for hugs all the time.”  

“Really?” Carlos lit up a bit. “Can I have… lots of them, then?”

Ryker smiled. After gently squeezing his face a little tighter just to lean down and kiss the tip of his nose, he brought the vampire in closer. He could feel Carlos’ entire body slump out of sheer relief, and he let out a small noise against his shoulder. It didn’t come as a surprise when Carlos said he didn’t want anyone to touch him, but he also knew it wouldn’t last. He loved being touched. Whether it was a pet on the head or a hand on his shoulder – Ryker’s main form of affection towards him nowadays – he always seemed to react positively to it after the initial fear of being hit had subsided. It was sad to see that someone who clearly craved it so much had been deprived of it for so long.

“’course, bud. All you gotta do is ask.”

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So, after placing the last of the cutlery away in the cupboard, he closed up the machine again and hurried off to find the man who was currently ‘hiding from his responsibilities’ as he had phrased it earlier that morning.

Ryker being Ryker, basically.

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I non-con ryker in front of carlos:O

Content: [Non-graphic] non-con, caretaker-turned-whumpee, begging, death wish, [implied] suicidal ideation.

The vampire whimpers and struggles, looking away from the scene in front of him the entire time. He quietly begs you to stop and insistently offers himself to you instead, but is far too afraid to to speak up much. He feels so pathetic and useless.

Ryker, despite it all, stays quiet, too. Occasionally he'll whimper when you hit a certain spot or try his hand at begging you to stop, but he knows nothing will work. He can't begin to fathom how badly it hurts, and even moreso that his body is responding positively to it.

For the first time in years, he wants to die.

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i strip adam out of his clothes and put a collar on him, forcing him to crawl by my side for the day and do whatever i want. when i hand him back to ryker and carlos, he's on his hands and knees and practically choking from the tightness of the collar.

Content: Threats of violence, dehumanisation, multiple caretakers, caretaker-turned-whumpee, [non-sexual] nudity.

Adam is too scared to protest. He does as he's told, hoping to god that you'll let him go sooner if he behaves himself. His bare knees hurt and his arms shake from having to hold himself up for so long. He wants to cry, but figures it's likely to get him punished.

As soon as Ryker and Carlos see him, Ryker shoves you aside and presses you against the wall while the vampire crouches down and undoes the collar around Adam's neck. Then he takes off his favourite pink hoodie and helps him to put it on, hoping that it helps him feel less exposed.

Ryker angrily sends you on your way, threatening to beat your skull in if you so much as look at him again.

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following this roleplay ask

once anon is done with them, i untie ryker and carlos one by one, assuring them that i'm not going to hurt them. I help ryker down onto the ground and give him some food and water before leaving the two alone

Content: [Non-graphic] past non-con, [mentioned] parental abuse.

Carlos is gentle and tentative, careful not to touch Ryker until he knows it's okay. Instead, he takes off his shirt and pants - both of which were Ryker's anyways - and hands them to him in a neatly folded pile. He doesn't know what else to do.

The both of them seem to relax once you're gone. Ryker shakily puts the glass of water down and struggles to get inside the clothes. He's been abused in the past, particularly by his parents, but never sexually. He feels sick.

As soon as he knows It's okay, Carlos presses his forehead against Ryker's temple and talks to him in an attempt to keep him present. He tries not to self-blame as much as possible, and instead focuses on helping him cope with what has happened.

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10. Would you ever willingly hurt whumpee with the knowledge that if you refused, whumper would hurt them worse?

for ryker

Content: [Mentioned] forced to hurt, [mentioned] reluctant whumper.

Ryker anxiously runs a hand through his hair. He hates questions like this.

"I guess so? If- if Carlos wanted me to, but who knows what I would do in a situation like that? It's fair enough to say it, but I'll never know until it actually happens."

Then he freezes for a moment, the flicker of a particular memory seizing his attention. It has happened before.

"Yes, I would."

Unfortunately, he does not elaborate.

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