former slave whumpee who's been rescued, but they still have to continue playing that role. caretaker who hates to act as an owner, who hates the idea of being anything like whumper— but has no choice either. if they want to get out, they'll have to do this. and anyways, they have it much easier than whumpee.
and after one of those acts, even if caretaker was so careful to not be excessively cruel, to not remind whumpee of a wretched time— whumpee leans against them, despondent and non-responsive. eyes glazed and vacant, completely unaware of the outside world.
but caretaker needs them here. they need them to— focus. shaking whumpee by the shoulders the moment they have privacy. gently tapping their cheeks, holding their jaw and looking into their eyes, pressing one of whumpee's hand to their chest, breathing deep and even. bringing whumpee back.
"please," they whisper the moment they are capable of coherency. "please don't make me do it again," they just want to sleep. go away. remain in their thoughts where it's all pleasant and—
a sharp tap against their cheek. "stay," caretaker commands. "it's not over yet." there is no room for an argument in their words. not like whumpee would be capable of one at the moment, anyways.
whumpee nods, then says out loud, "okay," at the sharp look from caretaker. it's not over yet.
they hang on to the yet. they have no other choice if they want to make out of this place with their mind intact.
I’ll come back and add a title to this one later lmao, anyway! Here’s the follow up for that first Aster and Warren piece :3c it came out to around 4,000 words, admittedly, there’s a lot of dialogue lmao
CW: NSFW, noncon, can’t believe I gotta tag this but brief necrophilia mention, captivity whump, creepy/intimate whumper
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The dragonfly lights had been a gift for Aster’s nineteenth birthday. He’d had a small party at his cousin’s apartment, they’d been in a gift bag from one of his friends. He put them up over his bed the next day, he liked the way they dangled and their warm yellow glow, the way they swayed in the breeze when he left his window open. Most of the time he didn’t even use the overhead light in his room, he preferred those dragonflies, and the lamp on his bedside table. It was warm, comforting, it made his room feel safe.
He wished so badly he was in his bedroom right now.
Instead, he was in this twisted imitation of it. The lights were the same, but it wasn’t his room, and he wasn’t at home, and he couldn’t escape the nightmare he’d woken up in. Warren’s mouth was on his neck, what started as just kisses quickly turned into him leaving marks as he rutted into him, the rhythmic sound of the bed frame hitting the stone wall ever present in the back of Aster’s mind. He’d lavish praise on him in between kisses, but Aster didn’t care, he tried to pretend he couldn’t hear him.
“Fuck, you’re so good for me baby.”
“You’re gorgeous like this, you know that?”
“I love you.”
This wasn’t love. Aster knew that perfectly well. He didn’t think Warren did, though. Maybe Warren loved his body, or the idea of him he’d crafted over these past two semesters, but not him. He hardly even knew him. He wondered if Warren knew his birthday, his favorite color, his favorite drink, if he even cared. He wondered how long he planned to keep him here, how long would his fantasy last until he got bored? What would he do with him then?
Warren had pulled back, still inside him of course, but he was looking down at him. Aster couldn’t meet his eye, the way he looked at him made him feel like a deer caught in the headlights, he found himself worried that Warren would kill him right now, strangle him, or maybe slit his throat, and then keep fucking his body like he was nothing but a toy to him. He certainly felt like that was all that he was.
“Open your mouth, baby.” He told him. Aster was confused, he was barely in his own head at the moment, but his lips were parted just enough for Warren to thrust two fingers into his mouth, startling Aster back into his body as his eyes widened and he gasped. He was frozen, he wanted to bite down, to retaliate in any little way he could, but he was too scared to risk doing so. Warren was pressing down on his tongue, feeling along the inside of his mouth, only to pull his fingers back, slick with Aster’s saliva. Aster’s body jolted as he started rubbing at his cock again with the same hand, more persistent this time.
“Nhh, Warren…” He whined, writhing uncomfortably beneath him. He knew what he was doing, and he did not want that to happen. “Please, no…”
“Oh, sweetheart,” He roughly thrust into him again, Aster squeezed his eyes shut, “I’m not going to just leave you like this, that would be cruel.”
“Don’t- don’t wanna…” He moaned, ashamed of himself for even making the sound. “Stop…” He whined weakly, but he knew there was no stopping this, just like everything else so far, Warren was going to force it.
“Come on baby, I want you to cum for me.” He urged him, Aster crying out as he brought him closer to the edge. His body was tense, he knew he couldn’t fight it, and he hated every second of it.
He hated the way his back arched off the bed. He hated the fact he clenched around Warren’s cock, the way that Warren groaned, the hushed good boy he muttered under his breath. He hated the sound he made, obscene, pathetic, as he finally came, his body trembling as Warren fucked him through his orgasm. It was no relief to him, in fact it felt horrible, he felt disgusting, and even though Warren had already forced this out of him, it wasn’t enough.
“War- Warren- Warren please- please stop!” He gasped, quickly overwhelmed by the continued stimulation.
“Not yet, I know you can take it.” Warren told him, and Aster sobbed, pulling against the handcuffs once again.
“Please, please, Warren don’t- not- not inside, please.” He begged, but he could see Warren’s face, there was nothing he wanted more than to do exactly that. He’d stopped stroking his dick, using both hands to hold his hips now, his grip so tight it hurt. “Please stop, please stop, god, Warren, please!” He cried, but it didn’t matter, in fact his begging might’ve only encouraged the man.
Warren only stilled after he’d reached his own climax, Aster wanted that to be the end of it, he wanted this to finally be over, but Warren didn’t pull out. He cut off Aster’s sobs with another aggressive kiss, Aster tried to turn his head away but he just grabbed him by the chin to hold him in place.
“You’re so, so perfect.” He said when he briefly pulled back, trailing kisses down his chin, down his neck. “You’re everything I ever wanted baby, fuck, I knew the wait would be worth it.”
“No-no more… please…” Aster’s voice was barely a whisper, but Warren continued, he nipped at his throat, left kisses and marks along his collarbones, as if he were worshipping his body while Aster just wished that he could disappear.
“You’re mine now, you know that?” He said, his breath hot against Aster’s throat.
“I’m not…” He said, but he was ignored, Warren holding him close, pressing kisses to his body like he was a prized possession.
“All mine.”
***
Aster didn’t sleep that night. Warren cleaned him up, redressed him, and then left him alone, still chained to the bed. More than anything, Aster wanted to shower, he felt filthy, he felt like he was dirty in a way he could never quite wash away. It wasn’t a new feeling, but it had been a long time since it had been this intense. He was so tired he couldn’t even cry anymore, his eyes burned, his head hurt, he felt sore all over, and all he could do was lay there and stare at the ceiling, at those lights, waiting for whatever would happen next.
He didn’t like the waiting. It felt like he was in trouble, and just waiting for his punishment to come, but not knowing when or what it would be. He dreaded Warren coming back into the room, he felt safer now that he was alone, but as long as he was chained like this, he had no hope of finding a way out. He wondered if he could convince Warren to at least let him roam around the basement itself, maybe then he could work out an escape plan, but as of right now, he was completely helpless. He couldn’t stand it.
He didn’t know how long had passed before he heard that door open again. It must’ve been hours, he had no idea what time it was though. He wished Warren had thought to put a clock down there. His heart started racing as soon as he heard the footsteps on the floor above him, and when the door opened he caught himself holding his breath, as if he thought Warren might not think he’s there if he just laid still enough, quiet enough. The man crossed the room and set something down on the nightstand, Aster turned his head to see a tray of food. Warren leaned over him, finally unlocking the handcuffs, and Aster stared up at him tiredly. Warren looked happy, well rested, he smiled at him.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Aster didn’t respond, he didn’t know how to. Warren was acting as if the night before simply hadnt happened, as if this was completely fine. It made his head spin. Warren helped him sit up, and Aster rubbed at his wrists, the handcuffs had left bruises and deep indents in his skin from how much he’d struggled. “Did you sleep well?”
“I… didn’t sleep…” He said awkwardly. He wanted to yell at him, to scream at him to go away, to call him a disgusting monster for what he did. But he said none of that. He watched Warren tiredly, the man gave him a sympathetic look.
“I’m sorry love, I’m sure it will take some time to adjust.” Aster didn’t want to adjust, not to this. “Here, you should eat something.” He said, handing him the tray. Aster wasn’t hungry, even though the food in front of him looked good, pancakes with blueberry syrup, scrambled eggs, a small bowl of blueberries and a cup of orange juice. His food was already cut up, and he was only given a small plastic fork to eat with. He kept eying the small white pill that was also on the tray. “I know you don’t eat meat, so no bacon or anything like that- and blueberries, they are your favorite, aren’t they?” He asked, pulling a chair up beside the bed.
“Hm.” Aster neither wanted to confirm nor deny, he had a feeling Warren already knew the answer. Instead he picked up the pill, holding it between his fingers. He easily assumed what it was based on the events of last night. “Why didn’t you use a condom?” He asked, taking the pill and washing it down with the orange juice. Warren didn’t respond at first, and he finally met his eye. “I had already opened the drawer before you came down. You had them. Why didn’t you use one?” Warren sighed, leaning forward so he was closer to him.
“Aster, darling, I waited a very long time to have you.” He said, the condescending tone he used with him just irritated Aster more. “Our first time was something special, you’ll have to forgive me for not wanting anything between us.” He smiled at him, while Aster felt his skin crawl, once again he wanted to yell at him, to call him disgusting, but he didn’t.
“Do you make breakfast for everyone you rape?” He asked him instead, angrily stabbing his fork into his pancakes.
“I’ve cooked for lovers in the past, yes.” Warren said calmly. Aster thought that might’ve gotten some kind of reaction out of him, but it didn’t, he was still completely unfazed.
“Do you chain all your lovers up in your basement?” He asked, taking a bite. It tasted so good it infuriated him.
“No, this place was made especially for you.” He told him.
“Why am I so special?” He asked.
“You have a lot of questions, don’t you?”
“Of course I do!” He cried. “I don’t- I don’t understand- why me?!”
“You’ve heard of love at first sight, haven’t you?” Warren said. “I knew the moment I saw you, you were meant to be mine.”
“That’s not love, Warren.” He snapped at him. “You don’t even fucking know me, I’m just a guy who took your fucking class, how could you love me when you don’t even know anything about me?!”
“I know plenty about you.”
“Like what?! Stalking my fucking social media doesn’t mean you know me!”
“I know that your full name is Aster Mars Brennan. Your birthday is April eighteenth- less than a month ago you turned twenty.” He said. Aster felt too sick to take another bite of food.
“I’m pretty sure you could get any of that information from my records at school. Any of my professors would know that.” He said bluntly, trying to brush off how unnerved he was.
“I know you went back to visit your mom for Christmas,” He continued, “You look just like her, you know.” He said, he smiled at him, like it was meant to be a compliment, but Aster was overwhelmed with dread. “You have two younger siblings. Cute kids, they’re around my nephews and niece’s ages it looks like.”
It was an innocuous comment, but the look he gave him made it feel like a threat, Aster’s heart skipping a beat. He remembered the pictures he’d taken with his siblings, he remembered posting them, thinking no one but his friends would see them. It’s not like he was internet famous or had thousands or even hundreds of followers, he was almost exclusively followed by people he knew personally. He wondered how long he’d been looking at his accounts, how much he had seen, he’d had some of those since middle school. The idea of Warren having seen pictures of him that far back was deeply unsettling.
“You’re pursuing a degree in environmental science, you love the outdoors, and flowers- that’s why you named yourself after one, isn’t it?” He asked. “I think it’s a lovely name. It suits you.”
“Stop it.” He said quietly.
“You like to journal, and I’ve seen your needlework. It’s very impressive, you’re very talented. You have a lot of friends, and you recently started seeing that boy with the dark curls, what was his name again?”
“Jesse.” He said, his heart sinking. He’d met him in Warren’s class, Warren knew damn well what his name was. Still, he scowled when Aster said it.
“Hm, yes. Him.” He said, disdain evident in his voice. Aster hadn’t even been seeing him for that long, and now that he was brought up, he remembered something that made tears well up in his eyes.
“We had a date planned today…” He said quietly, looking down at the tray of food. They were supposed to get lunch, and then go spend some time down by the river together. He’d been looking forward to it all week, and in the chaos of the night before, it had completely slipped his mind.
“I think he’ll get over it.” Warren said dismissively, and Aster sniffled, trying to hold back his tears. Thinking about Jesse, not knowing where he had gone, why he wasn’t responding to his texts or calls, thinking he had just stood him up, he felt horrible.
“What if he thinks I did it on purpose? What- what if he thinks I hate him or something?”
“Then it will be easier for him to accept that you’re gone.” Warren said. This was not at all comforting to Aster. “He’s young. He’ll find somebody new.” He said bluntly, and Aster reached up, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
“But- but I’m not gone. I’m right here, and- people will be looking for me!” He insisted. “They probably already are!”
“Yes, I’m sure they will.” Warren shrugged. “They’ll search, they’ll question people, but they won’t find you. Eventually they will give up, things will quiet down, your name will disappear from the news, people will largely forget you, and those who don’t will grieve you and move on.”
“No they won’t.” He insisted, but Warren wasn’t convinced.
“We’ll see. Come on now, eat your food.”
“I’m not hungry.” He said, his voice cracking as he struggled to hold back tears, and Warren sighed, taking the tray from him and setting it aside.
“That’s fine. I can’t stay down here with you all day, as much as I’d love to, is there anything you need before I have to go?” He asked him.
“A shower.” He wanted it more than anything else right then, to finally take a long, hot shower after everything he’d gone through.
“Ah- yes, of course.” Warren unclipped a key ring from his belt loop, using one of the smaller keys to unlock the chain from the cuff around his ankle. The cuff stayed on, which bothered him greatly. It was loose, he could definitely wash the skin under it, but not loose enough to slip off. He wondered if soap and warm water might make it possible, but if Warren was still down there, he didn’t see that ending well for him.
Warren helped him off the bed, Aster’s legs trembling as he stood. He thought about pushing away from him, making a run for the door, doing anything to find a way out of there, but he was too weak. His body ached, he had to lean on Warren for support just to cross the few feet into the bathroom. It was frustrating, demoralizing, but he tried to tell himself it was okay. He’d get another chance. He had to.
“Will you be alright on your own?” Warren asked him, and Aster nodded, he wanted nothing more than to be alone right now. Warren left him alone, shutting the door behind him. Aster noticed immediately that this door had no lock.
This was the first time he got to see inside the bathroom, and once again he was struck with horror as he looked around. The shower curtain was the same as the one in his bathroom at home, deep green with a flower pattern on it, the same one that would’ve been in the background of so many mirror pictures he’d taken. He’d even gotten the same dragonfly shaped hooks to hold it up. On the counter was the same skincare products he used, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and a hairbrush. When he stepped over to the shower, onto the same leaf shaped bathmat he’d purchased only months ago, and opened the shower curtain, he saw the same products he used already available to him. He once again found himself hoping this was a bad dream he could wake up from.
He turned the hot water on and started undressing, for the first time he saw the bruises on his body, on his legs, on his hips, certainly more. He tried to ignore it, he told himself he just needed to get cleaned up, it would be a quick shower, and then he could get dressed again. At least, he certainly hoped Warren would give him something to wear. He discarded his clothes and got into the shower, sighing heavily as the warm water poured over him. It was the most relief he’d felt so far, and for a moment he just stood there, taking in the feeling.
And then he started crying.
The weight of the night before finally hit him, before he knew it tears were pouring down his face, he had to brace himself against the wall of the shower as he sobbed. He pressed a hand over his mouth, doing his best to suppress the noise. He worried that if Warren heard, he might come in, and then his one moment of peace would be taken away. He didn’t want to go back out there. He didn’t want to see him again. He didn’t want to accept that this was happening to him. He told himself it wouldn’t be forever, he knew people would be looking for him, he was certain they’d be able to trace his disappearance back to Warren, but that would take time. He wasn’t sure how much time he even had.
Aster avoided looking at his body as much as he could while he washed up, still hiccuping and crying the whole time. The fresh bruises were dark and sensitive, he couldn’t stand to look at them, even passing over them caused him to flinch. He kept reminding himself that at least he was clean, at least he no longer smelled like him, replaced with the comforting and familiar scent of his usual body wash. He hated that Warren knew these things about him, but he was also thankful to have something so familiar. He tried to stay in there for as long as he could get away with, even after he’d finally cried all he could, but when he heard Warren start knocking on the door, he knew he’d better get out on his own terms rather than have the man come in after him.
He shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, taking a clean towel from the rack above the toilet and drying off. He briefly caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, of the bruises dotting his skin, all over his neck and chest, and he shuddered, looking away quickly. He wrapped the towel around himself and finally stepped out of the bathroom, shivering as he was harshly reminded of just how cold it was down there.
“There you are. I was getting worried about you dear.” Warren said, he was waiting just outside the door, quick to take Aster by the arm. Aster assumed it was just in case he wanted to try and run. Just seeing him had Aster wanting to cry all over again, but he blinked back his tears, clenched his jaw, he tried not to look as scared as he really felt. “Here, I’ve already got your clothes ready for you.” He guided him back over to the bed, he’d laid out a loose fitting t-shirt and green pajama pants for him. He scrunched his nose up, seeing that Warren had also been so kind as to get him underwear- specifically black panties, with a little bow on the front, as if it would’ve killed him not to make the ordeal more humiliating.
“I wear boxers.” He said bluntly, as Warren let go of him so he could get dressed.
“I think you’ll wear whatever I give you. Or would you rather wear nothing at all?” He asked him, Aster wasn’t looking at him and still he could feel the smug look on his face. He chose not to respond, getting dressed since the alternative really was much worse. As irritated as he was, it was still more comfortable than being naked, or being left in the clothes he’d been kidnapped in. He considered trying to make a run for it again, but Warren was right up behind him, he had a feeling any sudden move would just get him caught, and after last night, he was terrified of what Warren might do if he was angry with him. He resigned himself to sitting down on the edge of the bed, and Warren knelt down, taking his foot in his hand, preparing to lock the cuff back to the chain.
“W-wait.” Aster stammered, he tried to pull his foot away but Warren held him tightly. “You don’t need to do that, I- I can’t get out of here anyway, right? The door is locked? S-so you- you don’t need to chain me to the bed.” He insisted, and Warren smiled at him.
“Oh, sweetheart. I know this must be uncomfortable for you, scary even, but for now it’s necessary.” He said, Aster’s heart sank as he locked the chain to the cuff, his leg twisted awkwardly as there wasn’t even enough slack for him to sit comfortably. “Once you… get used to things, I’m sure I won’t have to do this, but until then I can’t have you roaming free. I don’t want you to hurt yourself doing anything stupid, you understand, don’t you?”
“No.” Aster said, his voice cracking. “I-I don’t understand, I don’t understand why you’re fucking doing this to me.” He said, and Warren sighed, he got up and sat beside him on the bed, pulling Aster into his arms. He gently stroked his hair, like he was genuinely trying to console him, and Aster fell apart completely, sobbing as the man who kidnapped him, who raped him, now held him as if he were going to make it all better.
“I know Aster, I know.” He said sympathetically. “I know it’s hard now, but you’ll see. I’m doing this because I love you.” He said, and Aster shook his head, but he didn’t protest beyond that.
This wasn’t love. He didn’t know what this was, but he knew it wasn’t love. He just didn’t know how- or even if he could convince Warren of that.
Whumpee being a gas station or fast food worker at a business in the middle of nowhere. Whumper being someone trying to rob the place, but they decide to take Whumpee with them. Something, something, wrong place, wrong time.
Warnings: fear, betrayal, threat of death, explosion, unclear character status
Hero was tired of running. They had thought it was going to be easy to catch Villain. They were very wrong.
Villain had responded to their text, surprisingly. Even more surprising, Villain had showed up at the meet location. But Villain was stronger than when Hero had last seen them. And that scared Hero.
"Let's both be honest here, Hero," Villain said coldly. "You wanted to meet up so you could kill me. Don't try to deny it."
"So why come?" Hero began to draw on the energy they needed to set off an explosion. "Why come if you knew I was going to kill you?"
"Because I had to see if you would really try to. If you had really joined Superhero completely." Villain's voice held such sadness.
Hero wanted to reassure Villain. Wanted to say they were still friends. But that wasn't true. Villain was dangerous, lethal even. They had to be stopped before their powers grew out of control.
Villain nodded. "That's what I thought."
Hero didn't reply. They let off an explosion, their stomach dropping as they watched the explosion disappear with the wave of Villain's hand.
"You're stronger. But so am I."
Hero turned and ran. They were in over their head. Superhero had sent them in to be killed. This had to be it. Villain was too powerful. Hero concentrated on setting off more explosions. The more Villain had to drain, the more energy they would expend, the weaker they would be. Hero had more stamina than most, they just had to outlast Villain, and then they could kill Villain.
"I don't want to hurt you, Hero. But I can't let you kill me either," Villain called loudly. "I won't drain you. I promise. I just need to be sure you won't follow me. And that Superhero won't send anyone after you."
Hero launched another attack. Wave after wave of explosions went off, slowly being absorbed by Villain's power. Hero turned to see Villain's face pale, sweat beading on their forehead. This was it. This next one had to be it.
"We were friends, Hero. What changed?"
"We stopped being friends the moment you killed someone."
"I didn't want to, please, you have to believe me," Villain said desperately. "Please, I don't want to hurt you," Villain begged.
"Then don't. I will make your end quick, I promise." Hero prepared to set off the most powerful explosion yet. There was no way Villain would be able to absorb the power. They would perish either from the explosion itself or from their own power. It didn't matter.
"Please, Hero. Don't do this. Don't do this to us." Villain put their hands up.
"You gave me no choice." And Hero let off the explosion that would level a city block. Hero closed their eyes as the bright light consumed the street. As the light began to fade, a lone tear slipped down their cheek. "I'm sorry," they whispered to the leveled city block. "I didn't have a choice."
Inspired by your Monday posts (and possibly your username), may I ask which of your OCs is the fastest, and if there is there a particular reason for that? And, equally importantly, are they a good climber?
- @for-the-ouchies
Oooh, this is a fun one. I’m barring the vampires on principle because my vampires have supernatural speed and I felt that was a bit unfair to my lowly mortals.
I thought about it a lot, and I think the winner is a character that I’ve only ever introduced in a one-off but who will be getting his proper meeting soon- Skip, Hal’s sidekick from Another Man’s Treasure. He’s a scrappy little street kid who’s well used to taking off like a shot at a moment’s notice, and while Hal is probably also pretty athletic, he’s just not as quick and nimble as Skip would be. He’s carrying a lot more muscle and he’s taller, so Skip clinches the victory! And I think he’d be a pretty good climber too, although Hal’s more used to it. You don’t really tend to climb that many cliffs in 1930s Sydney.
"Don't you want your comfort character to be happy?" Ah easy misconception. Actually I want to see my comfort character at their worst, in levels of pain beyond any realistic measures. That's where the comfort comes from.
Synopsis: Seeking a new life of freedom, Jonah stows away on a pirate ship with dreams of starting over in a new land. He soon learns that what lurks here may sentence him to an even worse fate.
