18-branding

CW: branding, intimate whumper, non con kissing, pet whump.

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Victor was called up to Alexi’s office. He expected another night of kneeling next to Alexi while he worked. when he got there Alexi wasn’t at his desk, instead he sat on a couch by the fireplace. Alexi beckoned Victor over. Victor knelt by his side. Alexi played with his hair for a while before suddenly standing up. Victor watched him warily.

“Come here and Lay down on your back.” He said softly

Victor did as he was told. Alexi sat on top of him straddling his waist.

“What are you-“

“Hush.”

Alexi unbuttoned Victor’s shirt. Victor shivered despite the heat of the fire. He followed Alexi’s hand with his eyes as he reached towards the fire. That was when he noticed the branding iron.

“Please don’t” Victor cried “please I’ll do anything you want just please don’t do this.”

Alexi just shushed him. And raised the iron over Victor’s chest, lining it up over his left pec.

“Now don’t move. I want this to come out nice and clean.” Alexi demanded.

“Please don’t” Victor sobbed “please”

All he could do was scream as the blazing hot iron was pressed into his skin. The stench of burning flesh hit him in a wave.

Alexi leaned down and kissed him silencing his cries. It was horrible and disgusting and violating. All Victor could do was let the tears roll down his cheeks as he whimpered into Alexi’s lips. Alexi broke the kiss and licking a stray tear from Victor’s cheek. Victor shivered with disgust.

Alexi sat back up and pulled the iron away then dropped it in a waiting bucket of water.

“Good boy, you took that so well.” Alexi cooed as he ran his hand over the brand.

Victor’s breath caught in his throat at the pain of pressure on the fresh burn.

“I am not your property” Victor seethed “you had no right.”

“But you forget, my love, you are”

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To be continued

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Eyes in the dark.

TW: Imprisoned, referring someone like a pet. If I missed some, tell me immediately. Be safe <3

When Hero first saw them, they was intrigued but scared the hell out, just because the eyes fucking glow in the dark.

They are yellow with green, and holds power, dominance and is scary as fuck. 

At that moment, Hero thinked it could be a animal in the city, so they got their phone out of their pocket, but the eyes in the dark looked their every moviment. 

“Hello, little one. You don’t need to be scared of me. I will only help, you trust me with that?” Hero said in the most soft voice they have. 

“Stop talking like this…” Someone said and Hero paused awkardly with the phone in their hand. 

“Villain?” Hero said, turning on their lantern and pointing to the dark. 

Villain’s eyes stopped from glowing in the dark, and he glanced away, with a hand in his pocket. 

“You scared the hell alive out of me, man,” Hero exclaimed, and pulled out their cuffs. “But the job have to be done.” 

Villain just put his wrists together in his front, waiting for Hero. 

And, of course, Hero paused and looked at them. 

“What the fuck?” Hero said, frozed in the place. “What are you doing?” 

“Come on with this, Hero.”  Villain said simply and nothing more.

Without any more talk, Hero cuffed him and locked him in the prison.

“Villain.” Hero asked after about three days after the imprisonment, and Villain knew that time would come.

“Why it was so easy to put you into the prison, after months running away?”

“Because I’m dangerous now.”

“You were before,” Hero said while sitting on the floor in front of Villain and they fought the urge to-

“You attacked people. Blown up things. How can you say that you are dangerous just now?”

“Hero, I…” Villain started, licking his lips and remembering his urge to attack Hero right there for food.

“You never knew that I was a hybrid, did you?” Villain said, getting closer to Hero. “That I’m a black panther hybrid.”

Hero was stunned for a few moments, before smiling and laughing a little.

“Really?” Hero said, and Villain nodded, before smirking.

Hero opened the metal door and patted Villain’s head, what made Villain instantly pop his ears out.

His ears were the same color of his hair: a dark black.

“You are so cute.” Hero said, and Villain smiled, leaning into Hero’s hand.

And then, SuperVillain’s voice echoed:

“I heard that we have a pet there?”

Whumpee manages to use a fork and feed themself off a plate for the first time since their rescue. They only manage to take a few bites before they get too anxious to keep eating like the person that their caretaker insists they are. 

Finally having some time to draw again I sketched a scene from the next chapter. Poor Paxton took his first warm shower at Amals. Being confronted with his reflection, with all the things done to him, irreversibly etched into his skin, hurts more than the beatings themselves had.

25. Lost Property

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

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Coriander was kneeling next to Linden’s chair on the balcony. The morning sun touched their faces with gentle warmth, and glinted on the detritus of a demolished breakfast. Linden took another sip of his masala chai, enjoying the milky sweetness and the scent of cardamom and cloves.

Cory was also sipping his tea, cupping both hands around the warm cup. It made Linden feel bittersweet, seeing how effortlessly Cory could use his hands.

“I do this with Col, you know. Sit on the balcony together. It’s pleasant… he likes the sunshine a lot. And I like the view.”

“It’s very nice, Sir. So much birdsong.”

Linden smiled. “Yes. Do you and Lydia often, um, spend time together like this? Just enjoying your surroundings?”

He had never felt more awkward in his life. Making conversation with a borderline stranger was tough at the best of times, but for once, Linden didn’t feel as if he needed to subtly interrogate Cory- to try and worm some evidence of Lydia’s sadism out of him. No, he just wanted to get to know the man a bit.

Cory’s eyes unfocused as he visited a memory in his head. “Miss Lydia has a garden, Sir. When the weather is good, we sit out there together.”

“That sounds nice. Do you like it?”

Cory paused. “Y-yes, Sir. This pet does.”

“I’ve only had Col for a few months, but I’ve been doing my best to make him feel safe. Secure. What… what makes you feel safe, Cory?”

Linden had no idea if that was a question Coriander would be able to answer. He might have pushed too much, but- a memory of Lydia taking Colton to the conference flashed through his brain. Cory was surely more stable, if Lydia had intended to take him?

There was another pause. Linden looked out over the town. There was a pair of teenage girls standing at the bridge, throwing sticks into the river. Seeing which one travelled through the water faster.

“Miss Lydia… takes the time to tell this pet things. Before they happen. Uh-” he shook his head slightly, as if trying to shake the right words into the right order. “She tells this pet when someone is coming over, or if something is going to hurt. It’s- it’s more than this pet deserves, of course. It would never expect this treatment, but…”

“It’s alright, Cory.” Linden tried to keep his voice calm and friendly. “You don’t have to worry. I just want to hear what you think. There’s no wrong answer, I promise.”

Coriander swallowed hard, his voice shivering, but he pressed on.

“Miss Lydia, s-she keeps her promises. If - if she says that something is going to happen, then it usually does. S-she is very kind to this pet, and… and patient.” He looked nervously up at Linden. “And she asks for this pet’s opinion.” He said the last in a hushed voice, as if he was admitting something elicit. “That… that was very hard at first… but now this pet kinda likes it.”

He looked down, cascading blonde hair covering his eyes. In a small voice he continued.

“A-and she touches this pet.” At Linden’s sharp intake of breath, Cory shook his head, aghast. “Not like… not like that, Sir. Miss Lydia doesn’t do that. B-but she often pets this pet.” Awkwardly, he pulled a hand in a caress over his own hair. “Or… or hugs it. S-she is affectionate.” At that Cory looked straight into Linden’s eyes, as if daring him to contradict his description. After a brief moment of bravery, he lowered his gaze again.

“That’s wonderful. Thank you! Thank you, Cory. That…” Linden leant back in his chair. “I’m so happy to hear that.”

Patience, and affection, and speaking. Linden was delighted that he had been on the right track, more or less.

He hoped- no, he knew- that Col could be like Cory one day. Opinionated, and trusting and… dexterous.

He wouldn’t want Col to be too similar, of course. Linden was excited to find out more of what Colton’s personality really looked like.

Each separate thought ran through his head, pushing for his attention. He felt both hopeful, and overwhelmed.

“I’ve never given Colton a hug,” he blurted out, the realisation hitting him. “I’ve been too worried that it would scare him. But he likes it when I pet his hair, or hold his hand. Maybe I should offer him a hug.”

“T-this pet couldn’t say, Sir.”

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Coriander briefly considered telling Linden that Colton had spoken well of him, back at the hotel. But it was every pet’s duty to be loyal to their master, and Linden surely knew that already. It wouldn’t mean anything to him, except alert him to the fact that the two pets had been speaking together, unattended, about their owners.

At present, Linden was smiling up at the sky. Cory allowed itself a small measure of pride, at having answered such a broad question well.

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May 22nd- “Get in”

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@themerrywhumpofmay

Cw: dehumanization, pet whump (ehhhhhhh debatable), abuse, restraints, cages, confinement, torture, pet names, broken nose, manhandling, noncon touching, kidnapping, creepy whumper

Villain’s face flushed bright red, their eyes blowing wide as their gaze flicked from Superhero’s face to the small dog crate by their feet, a terrible heat beginning to bubble in their chest.

They glanced over their shoulder, desperately looking to the faces of the other in the room, but no one met their eyes, expressions blank.

“Go on. Get in.” Superhero’s lips twitched back in a cruel smirk, bending down slightly to pull open the cage’s door.

Villain blanched, taking a step back as they quickly shook their head

“Come on now, get in.” They beckoned Villain forwards, eyes glinting with malice as they nodded to one of the heroes behind them. Villain let out a startled yelp as they were shoved forwards, the heavy manacles locked around their ankles tripping them.

They landed with a groan at Superhero’s feet, the chains around their wrists preventing them from breaking their fall in any way. An awful, hot pain exploding from their nose.

A harsh laugh cut through the air as Superhero crouched down, reaching forwards to grab Villain by the hair.

“My, wasn’t that just pathetic?” They chuckled, wrenching Villain’s head up so they could see the fine stream of crimson dribbling down Villain’s chin.

“Let this be a lesson to you, pet,” Superhero grinned, roughly manhandling Villain into the cage. “If you’re going to spit and act like an animal,”

Villain cringed as the cage’s door slammed shut, and Supervillain snapped a padlock closed around the wire bars.

“You’re going to be treated like one.