#blood bag whumpee

[unforgivenn]

Whumpee's breath came in shallow gasps, their pulse quickening with each beat as Whumper's fangs sank deeper into their shoulder, eliciting a small cry of pain.

"Do you feel that?" Whumper's voice slithered like a serpent in the darkness, sending icy tendrils of fear snaking along Whumpee's spine. "That's the fear coursing through your veins..."

Whumper leaned in closer, his cold breath ghosting over Whumpee's ear, sending shivers down their spine. "It's absolutely delicious..." His voice dripped with sinister delight as he flashed his blood-stained teeth, relishing in the terror reflected in Whumpee's wide eyes.

Whumpee's fingers twitched trying to push Whumper away. With each sip of blood, Whumper chuckled softly, savoring the way Whumpee's struggles grew weaker, their attempts to push him away faltering.

Eventually, their struggles slowed to a halt, their head slumping against Whumper's shoulder. Whumper's lips curled into a twisted smirk seeing this. He gently brushed a lock of hair from their face, his voice a low whisper.

"Sleep well my dear.. You may have fallen but your nightmares are just beginning.."

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[kim-poce]

Sweet Blood 8 - Right

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CW: blood drinking, blood bag whumpee, vampire caretaker, begging to feed blood, it as a pronoun, past trauma, caretaker new master, caretaker new whumper.

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Rusty was okay. Its vision doesn’t turn black when it gets up, it doesn't feel faint when it stands for a little too long, it also doesn't look as pale as it used to. It was okay, it was wrong, it wasn’t how things were supposed to be.

It thought about cutting itself to draw blood, but Owner wouldn’t like it, and its blood isn’t its but Owner’s so it can’t just throw it away, the only one who can take its blood is Owner, and Owner feeds outside, from others, never from it.

That’s the reason it was kneeling in front of its owner now, it laid its head on the vampire lap, showing its neck and waiting. The other vampires always said it was its fault it got its blood drunk, it was its fault for being there. But this vampire didn’t seem to want to drink from it even when it was just there.

“O-owner,” it tried after a few minutes.

“What is it, Little Rusty?” Owner Aisnley asked, their cold hands caressing its hair.

“D-d-drink…” it said, it was scary to feed a vampire, it was even scarier to ask for it. But it needed to feed. “Please.”

“I don’t want to drink from you, little boy,”  Owner said, their voice didn’t change, they weren’t angry even when their useless human was acting out. “You don't need to try so hard.”

“P-p-lease,” it said again, rubbing its head on their lap. “J-j-just this once.”

“You said it the last time,” Aisnley said, still with a calm and warm voice, cold hands still caressing. “You don’t need to feed me, Rusty.”

“P-please,” it asked again, its voice cracked, just then it noticed it was crying, wetting Master’s trousers like the useless and dirty animal it is. It should have backed away, it should behave, but it didn’t, it could still remember the face in the mirror. The color on its face, the strength it feels, it was all wrong, it wasn’t it, it wasn’t how things were supposed to be. “P-p-please.”

In a shift movement Owner pulled their pet onto their lap, “don’t cry,” They said, “Let’s calm down first, okay?”

“P-p-please drink,” Rusty pleaded again, ungly sobbing, it doubt the vampire could even make out its words. “please, please please please please please-”

“Okay, little one, okay, I’ll.” Owner said, their cold hands carefully baredits neck, and they slowly licked it, to make it as numb as possible.

Rusty took several deep breaths, waiting for the moment the fangs would break its skin, waiting for the pain, and waiting for the relief it would feel for being used the way it was meant to.

“I’ll drink now,” Owner said softly, “Are you sure of that?”

Rusty nodded, waiting, ready.

It didn’t hurt, it never hurts when Aisnley is the one doing it, it made Rusty feel weird, to think that the other vampires could make it this painless, if they hadn’t hurt it so so much it would be more than pleased to feed them whenever they wanted, but they wanted it scared, right? They wanted it to be nervous and terrified.

“Don’t think about it,” Owner said, caressing its hair again, fangs still close to its skin. “It’s me here with you so relax.”

It did. It was a mix of being around Owner Aisnley and the vampire’s venom entering its system, Owner drank just a little, but it was slow, making sure not to force the blood out, when they were done Rusty wasn’t crying anymore.

“Don’t make a habit out of this, okay?” Owner ordered, wrapping their calm arms around their bloodbag, which nodded at the order, “Now let’s put you to sleep, you should rest.”

Once again, it did, closing its eyes and resting its head on its owner’s chest, it fell asleep in no time, feeding its owner felt right, but sleeping on its owner’s lap felt more.

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[cupcakes-and-pain]

what would dew and drop do if they were separated?

Okay this got long, oops. And very sorry about the wait! I had this all written awhile ago and completely forgot about it

CW: suicide mention, very anxious whumpee, dissociation, defiant whumpee, blood bag whumpees, feeding tube mention

I assume you mean permanently? Like if they were sold to different vampires or something?

Dew would be on edge the entire time, tripping over herself to please whoever her master is at the time. Absolutely terrified. The second she’s left alone, even if she knows she is still in earshot, she’ll break down. Her best and only friend who she’s known since she was 7 is just. Gone. Separated from her.

She’d never be the same. She’s already a nervous wreck, it’ll be that times 100. Her life is meaningless without Drop. Suicide wouldn’t really cross her mind though. She’d just be an empty shell, only focused on eating and sleeping and avoiding punishments. Dew would also be pretty out of it.

Drop, on the other hand, would leave all morals and fears of punishment behind. He knows he could never, ever win a fight with a vampire, but that won’t stop him from trying. He’ll fight and fight and fight, until the vampire either restraints so he can’t move at all or kills him.

If Drop somehow survives the first few months of constant defiance, it’ll finally hit that there’s no way he can ever win. There’s nothing he can do. He can fight forever, sure, but what’s the point? He can’t get back to Dew. He’s just a human.

He’ll kill himself, if he can. He’ll still fight, but also try and stop eating and drinking. He knows it’s a painful way to go, but nothing else will ever hurt more than losing Dew.

If starvation doesn’t work and he’s tied up from trying to fight, he will eventually break. It’ll take a while to lose all of his fight, but a little before a year without Dew, Drop would become empty too. Just a husk of a person. He wouldn’t be obedient, he’d just sit there disassociating and completely unresponsive. The vampire would have to force food down his throat or do some sort of feeding tube.

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[3-2-whump]

So the Vampire Story has Taken Over my Brain

I guess after writing a modern AU-based whump for the last seven-ish months, it’s kinda fun to go in the exact opposite direction, playing with the undead and all that. This is what happens when you open yourself up to trying new things, you can’t stop thinking about them ❤️

Anyway, here’s some art I cooked up this weekend of my OCs (so far)

Yes there are my notes on the side; don’t mind them😵‍💫

Fit inspired by antorvingomes on IG. Go check him out. Very sexy dude.

I can’t draw feet worth shit 🙃 I’m working on it!

Fit inspired by my partner, the love of my life, who avoids social media like the plague. He’s a very sexy dude too, imo. Just gotta trust me on that.

And I’m sure you all have seen the card-playing scene already, but in case you didn’t:

#and before anybody comes at me for them being so pale #Khalid’s literally been dead for +150 years #and Julio was taken in the middle of December #anyway #my oc art #my ocs #vampire whump #vampire whumper #blood bag whumpee

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Eden VAU part four

TW: captivity, forced intoxication, blood, violence, brief misgendering, implied Stockhole Syndrome, referenced war, vampire whumpers, human whumpees, multiple whumpers, multiple whumpees

Ezra was still laying wide awake in bed when Christopher came to find him. He couldn't sleep again, after only spending an hour or two awake. But there was something comforting about hiding under his blankets.

"Are you feeling alright?" Christopher asked.

"Yeah. Just processing everything that happened."

Ezra stood up and readjusted his binder, then quickly got embarrassed at the gesture. Christopher simply smiled and held out a plate of chocolate cookies.

"These are yours, my dear Ezra. I hope you enjoy."

Ezra took the plate from him and scarfed down the cookies, which satisfied his stress induced sugar cravings perfectly. His mind wandered off to wondering whether Christopher liked sugar too. If so, getting his blood sugar up might be a good excuse to eat more sweets than strictly necessary.

"Thank you so much," Ezra said. "Those were really good."

"I will make more, of course." Christopher took the empty plate from him. "Colt is very fond of my baking."

"Who's Colt?" Christopher extended his hand, showing off a wedding ring. It was made from shiny white gold, and engraved with a pattern of lavender. "My husband. You will meet him in his next visit."

"That sounds good."

Really, Ezra didn't have any feelings on the matter. So what if he had to meet yet another vampire? But he still had that feeling of warmth in his chest he got every time he met another openly queer person, which was far too infrequent for his liking.

"Have you met any others?" Christopher asked. "After myself and Liam, of course."

"Nope. I've just been in here resting."

"You have permission to go anywhere on this flooring of our house. This is third and highest from the ground. My family stays mostly on second. Other humans are here with you."

"Thanks," Ezra said. "I'll try to learn my way around."

Secretly, Ezra was awfully curious to when the whole blood drinking thing would start. He had always wanted to know what it was like, even if he had no real desire to experience it. Morbid curiosity killed the black cat and all that.

"I have business to attend to," Christopher said apologetically. "Please stay comfortable. I will see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow then."

Ezra utterly melted when Christopher hugged him. Such an odd thing, to be terrified of your own shadow in a house full of monsters, but to feel comfortable and… loved in the embrace of one.

Maybe it was the smell of lavender perfume that urged him to relax, or his perpetual touch starvation, but he couldn't help wishing for a little more attention as Christopher left him alone in his room.

Well, there was nothing else for it. He had to find his fellow captives and make himself known. First impressions were so very important, and hopefully he could keep up his girl-next-door facade and not let any of the humans in on how weird he was.

Strange, how much this felt like a first day at work. Getting nervous and planning social interactions. Did the other blood slaves count as his coworkers? That was a funny thought. Clocking in for a short at the blood harvesting center, with vampires for shift managers.

Liam walked in on Ezra giggling to himself. "Hey kid, what's so funny?"

Ezra shook his head and collected himself. "Nothing I guess. Christopher left. On business I guess. Gave me cookies though, so that was nice."

Now it was Liam's turn to laugh. "Yeah, he's always bustling around the kitchen. For someone who can't eat, his food is really good."

"Mind giving me a tour of this place?" Ezra asked anxiously. "I don't want to get lost by accident and get in trouble for being in the wrong place, you know?"

"Sure thing, kid." Liam patted Ezra on the shoulder. "You should meet the rest of us."

Liam strolled out of the room, looking much more cheerful than he had when Ezra had first met him. Ezra followed behind him, bursting with questions but fearing to be annoying.

"This is where all our bedrooms are." Liam gestured up and down the hallway. "Some of the rooms are empty, and I hope they stay that way."

Ezra nodded. "How many people live here?"Liam started ticking off on his fingers. "For humans there's me, Jun, Flora, Leo, and Jane-Marie. Then you, of course. Jane-Marie isn't a captive. She married one of the vampires."

"I didn't know people… did that."

"Eh, sometimes. It's weird. I try to avoid Jane-Marie. Okay, I try to avoid everybody who isn't a captive. You should do the same."

Ezra wanted to talk to everyone in this house, to get a good grasp on the environment, but Liam's attitude made enough sense. He knew far more than Ezra did, and if Ezra were smarter, he would take Liam's advice.

"You're not allowed off the third floor without direct permission," Liam continued, "so pretend that locked door at the end if the hall doesn't exist. It's to the staircase."

Liam led Ezra down to the other end of the hall and into a living room area. A bookshelf lined one wall, and a television stood against the opposite. A chandelier covered in numerous flickering candles cast better lighting over the room than any of the others Ezra had been in.

"Don't turn on the television or any music at night," Liam said. "The vamps can hear it downstairs and it drives them nuts. They sleep like the dead during the day, so you can do whatever you want then."

"Good to know." Ezra glanced around the room, finding it empty save for himself and Liam. "Where is everybody?"

"Flora is sleeping. I don't know where Leo got off to. And Jun is taking care of Dasha."

Ezra sat down on one of the sofas, finding it very comfortable. "Who's Dasha?"

"Another one of the vampire siblings. She's got some kinda… developmental thing? She doesn't really talk or anything. Her siblings are very protective of her, since she's so harmless. Jun has been here for like twenty years, and he's very attached to her. Have you ever seen a human brushing a vampire's hair and trying to convince her to feed because she doesn't know why she needs to? That's them."

"This is going to sound messed up, but I'm kind of glad that they're like that. It's not like vampires with developmental disorders can get caretakers like humans can. And it's not like her family probably knows why she's like that. They didn't have psychology in seventeenth century Russia. Besides, Jun is probably better off with her than you are with Michael, huh? If she's as 'harmless' as you say."

"True." Liam paused, scratching the scars in his neck and trying to formulate his next sentence. "I mean, that makes sense. Jun is a nice guy, but we don't see him much. He's the only one who stays downstairs all night. Frankly, I don't want to throw myself deeper in the lion's den. But he's happy."

"So. There's Jun, who's taking care of Dasha. You, who belongs to Michael. Me, who got kidnapped by Christopher. Then Leo and… Flora?"

"Yeah, Flora belongs to Lucille and Leo belongs to Demyan. Let's go see if we can find them. I bet they're either downstairs or in the kitchen."

"This is a really big house." Ezra stood up and followed Liam towards the kitchen. "Really old looking too."

"Turn of the century manor is what Jun said. Turn from the nineteenth century to the twentieth century, I mean. I have no idea when the vamps moved in."

"Christopher implied it was during World War Two, or a little while after. He doesn't seem all that fond of the Soviet Union."

Liam nodded and opened the door to the kitchen. He and Ezra found a human inside, but not exactly in the state they had expected to.

The human had their head tilted back, so they could quickly down a large bottle of vodka, urged on by two male vampires. Frizzy orange hair hung over their face, hiding any drunken expression they might have. Blood poured from wounds on their neck and arms, staining their clothes in shades of dark red and brown.

The vampires took no notice of Liam and Ezra, too busy passing their drunk blood bag back and forth, playing some macabre drinking game as the human forced themself to drink more and more. They could no longer stand on their own, so the vampires kept ahold of their wrists.

One of the vampires took a break from drinking to give his brother a turn, and looked up to scowl at Ezra and Liam. "What the fuck are you doing in here?"

Liam immediately dragged Ezra out of the room, clenching his wrist much too tightly in panic, and slammed the kitchen door behind them. He didn't let go of Ezra until they were back in the living room.

"What the hell was that?" Ezra asked, unable to get the horrible sight out of his mind's eye. "Liam, I'm… scared."

"Sorry kid, but this happens a lot. Leo is gonna be alright after a day or two. That was Demyan and Michael in there with her. Michael was the one who told us to fuck off. Leo was already an alcoholic before they got taken captive and it's gotten so much worse. I feel really bad for them."

"I can tell why you wanted me to stay away from everybody," Ezra said shakily. He collapsed on a chair, trying to keep his breathing under control.

Liam patted him on the shoulder. "I can't do much but try to protect you. Just do as I say and you'll keep your skin mostly intact. God, you're too young for this."

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[a-whumped-tea]

"The well-behaved ones always taste the best. You want to be good and taste nice for me, right?"

Despite the way their mouth wobbles and tears flow down their cheek, Whumpee nods.

The vampire smiles and plants a kiss on Whumpee's neck, "that's my good toy."

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[dokidokisadness]

Blood Bag Logan (Chapter 1)

I was a little unsure about how the thick blood turned out, but I guess I made it alright :3

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#whumplr #whumpee #whump art #my art #logan (blood bag au) #Blood Bag AU (art)

[blood-of-ink]

Heart of The Storm -1

Warnings: Vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, werewolf caretaker, blood bag caretaker, family death mention, rotting wounds, mentions of captivity, mentions of female character being held prisoner (No whump), blood drinking, brief non-sexual nudity, abuse, illness, delirium.

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NOTE: The female character was only kept to be trained as a guard dog, because she is a werewolf, not for torture or anything sexual

The vampire stroked his cold fingers over her head. The werewolf shuddered under the touch, not from fear, but rage.

She would give anything to have his muzzle removed, so that she could tear that smug smirk off of his face.

She hated the vampire, and growled her displeasure.

“Shh. You’ll learn to love me.” The vampire crooned, rubbing her ear with his fingers.

The werewolf flicked it out of his grip, snarling under the muzzle. If not for the chain locked around her neck, she’d try to surprise the vampire, pushing him into the sunlight, which would incapacitate him long enough for her to run.

The lack of a full moon didn’t matter. A pureblooded werewolf could transform without trouble at any time they wished. The full moon just forced the transformation.

“So ferocious.” The vampire murmured. “You’ll make such a good guard dog, once you’re properly trained.”

Never. The werewolf thought.

“You’ll learn. Good dog.”

Zaina sat up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily.

She hated dreaming about her time as Azrael’s ‘pet’.

Fucking parasite. She thought furiously. Not that he’d ever bitten her. Her blood was poisonous to him, just like her bite, and her claws.

There had been a time when Zaina had believed that Vampires were judged too harshly, that hunting them was unfair.

That was before they’d slaughtered her family, and taken her away to sell at an auction.

Where Azrael had bought her.

A year and a half spent chained up, near constantly muzzled. 

Zaina got up, stripping down, and folding her clothes up neatly. She walked down to the front door, and opened it. She didn’t worry about being seen. Her house was in the forest, with no neighbours for a mile in any direction, and surrounded by trees. 

She jumped off the porch as a young woman, and landed on the ground as a wolf that was the size of a lion.

Zaina growled, shaking her fur out, yellow eyes narrowing as she stalked forward, sniffing the air.

She caught a familiar scent, and sat down, watching as the human approached.

Chris.

Azrael’s former blood bag. Another reason she hated vampires. They could drink animal blood, yet they still took humans.

Parasites.

“Good morning.” Zaina yawned, her voice raspy and reverberating, as it always was in her wolf form.

“Morning, Zaina.”

“You seem worried.” The werewolf noted. “What’s wrong?”

“They haven’t killed him.” Chris said, and Zaina’s blood ran cold.

“He escaped?”

“No. They still have him. But he’s alive.”

Zaina relaxed slightly.

“I was thinking of going down. Killing him myself. Getting some closure. Would you like to come?”

“Not really. Never seeing him again is still too much contact with him.” She’d been kept by Azrael for a year and a half, Chris had been kept for three months.

“Yeah. Makes sense.” Chris said calmly. “I’ll come back when it’s done.”

The sun was up again. Azrael could tell by the sudden increase in nausea that spiked in his gut.

Sun sickness got worse the longer the time of exposure, and he’d been outside for two solid weeks without a break.

He didn’t think it was possible for him to feel anymore overheated, sick, and miserable, yet it did. Day by day.

He heard voices, but was too out of it to really understand what was being said.

The vampire moaned, turning his head weakly. He strained to speak, to beg for mercy. He felt so sick, and his voice was failing him.

All he managed was a weak “Please.”

Pain throbbed through his body, emanating from the claw wounds on his stomach, and the bite on his arm.

Werewolf venom was a miserable thing for a vampire. Even when healthy, it could take over a year for a werewolf bite, or claw wound, to heal.

And Azrael definitely wasn’t healthy.

Something dug into his mutilated stomach, and he whined in pain.

Chris stared down at the mess that had once held him prisoner.

The first thing that had struck him when entering the vampire’s open topped cell, was the stench of rotting flesh.

“Fucking bloodsucker.” The Hunter growled, even as Azrael whimpered on the floor. “This the one that had you?”

Chris nodded, unable to take his eyes off the trembling vampire.

“Well, we were just about to get rid of it, but if you want to take it, feel free.”

“Thank you. I think I will.” 

“Sure. Let me load it into a crate for you, so you can have your fun with it.”

Chris nodded mutely.

As soon as the cage containing his former prisoner had been loaded into the back of his car,the smell of rotting flesh became overpowering.

It wasn’t hard to see why.

On the Vampire’s arm and stomach, were hideously rotting wounds.

One of them, the one on his arm, was from Zaina, the day they were freed, ten months prior. And it had festered so badly that it was far bigger than the original bite had been.

Chris inhaled deeply, and then regretted it as bile rose in his throat at the stench.

“Now for the hard part.” He sighed. “Telling Zaina, and convincing her to help.”

Zaina smelled the vampire before she saw it. Or rather, smelled the rotting wounds on the creature.

Yet at first, this didn’t even register.

Before she had time to think, she was already transformed and lunging.

“Zaina, hey, stop!” Chris shouted, barely dodging her.

Zaina snarled, but froze up when she realized that Chris was carrying Azrael, and that the vampire was crying.

“Pl-ple-ease…” He whimpered. “M’so hot.” 

Zaina flattened her ears.

“Explain. Now.” She growled.

#Vampire whump #vampire whumpee #whumperee #whumper turned whumpee #fever #delirium #poisoned #sickness #begging #torture #bite wounds #werewolf attack #werewolf caretaker #blood bag caretaker #fear

[chaotic-orphan]

That’s Enough

“Stop it,” Caretaker said once the sound of knuckles thudding mutely turned to squelching. Caretaker stared at Whumpee, the sweat flying from them as they continued to punch the punching bag. “Hey. Whumpee, that’s enough.”

Whumpee didn’t listen. They just kept jabbing in the one two movement they had been doing for the half hour. Caretaker let go of the bag but Whumpee moved with it.

“Hey! Whumpee,” Caretaker hissed, stepping in front of Whumpee, hands up palms facing Whumpee. “That’s enough, you’re hurting yourself.”

Whumpee didn’t listen. Instead, they started punching Caretaker’s hands. Caretaker snapped their hand closed but Whumpee retracted their arm swiftly to their chest to punch again, their eyes distant and hard.

“Whumpee! Whumpee,” Caretaker snapped as Whumpee’s fists started coming harder on Caretaker’s palms. Caretaker stepped forward into Whumpee’s punches and reached a hand up, locking it around Whumpee’s wrist. Whumpee yanked it back but Caretaker held firm.

Only then did Whumpee seem to snap back into themselves. “Let go of me.”

“I said that’s enough, Whumpee. You’re bleeding.”

Whumpee yanked their wrist back towards them but Caretaker didn’t let go. Instead they grabbed Whumpee’s other wrist and clamped their fingers around it too, stopping Whumpee from hurting themself anymore.

Whumpee’s eyes narrowed. “Let go of me, Caretaker! I can look after myself.”

“Clearly you can’t!”

“It’s just a bit of blood!” Whumpee yelled, spit flying from their mouth in anger. “What does it matter?!”

“Blood is meant to be inside your body, Whumpee, not outside.”

“It’s my body,” Whumpee told Caretaker, yanking one of their wrists free. “I’m allowed do what I want to it so let me go.”

“I’m not gonna just stand here and watch you hurt yourself.”

Whumpee let out a crazed, humourless bark of laughter. “Oh, what?” Whumpee asked, eyes glimmering with cruelty. “You want to make me stop, huh? You gonna tie me down like Whumper did because I’m not following your orders? You want to participate like Whumper did?” Whumpee demanded, squaring up to Caretaker, taking a step forward forcing Caretaker back. Whumpee’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Or maybe you want to be the one to make me bleed.”

The question made Caretaker sick. Comparing them to Whumper when all they’ve done is try and help Whumpee? The fact that Whumpee could even make that comparison at all… It was too much. Looking after Whumpee was too much. They let go of Whumpee’s wrist and turned away, walking towards the doors of the gym.

“What? Where are you going now?”

“I told you to stop, Whumpee,” said Caretaker without turning around, pulling off their own gloves. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. Not my problem.”

Caretaker turned and looked over their shoulder at Whumpee as they opened the door. “But I won’t stand here and watch you finish the job Whumper started. Destroy yourself, why don’t you? You’ll do it on your own.”

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[cookies-and-coffee]

whump thought:

Being chained upside down! Suspended from the ceiling!

— a stress position (obviously)

— the flow of blood straight down to the head? Whumpee going in and out of consciousness because their body just shuts down due to the lack of circulation?

— Whumpee getting punished every time they pass out, and they have to stay conscious for a certain amount of time before they are allowed to be let down

— this position would make the Whumpee so fucking vulnerable, spread out and open to any wandering hands

— currently imagining that the chains around the ankles are too tight… long streaks of blood dripping down the calves, thighs, torso, chest, maybe even into the eyes?

— crimson staining the floor, and the black spots in Whumpee’s eyes prevent them from even seeing it

— the suspension could be for a multitude of reasons: Torture and/or interrogation??? Auctioning to be sold?? A sick form of art display? Punishment for disobedience? Simple entertainment??

— just imagine Whumpee swinging around, crying out for help to the people pushing and shoving their body like a funny chandelier that bleeds and begs

— a literal human punching bag

— also, if a person hangs too long upside down, they could literally die??

#whump #whump drabble #whump prompt #whumpee #whumper #torture whump #stress position #sadistic whumper #whump tropes

[simply-whump]

My Lovely Boxer (순정복서) - Whump List

Whumpees : Kim Tae Young played by Lee Sang Yeob

Synopsis : Kim Tae Young is a cold-blooded sports agent. One of his clients is Kim Hee Won. He is an excellent baseball pitcher and, a dear friend to Kim Tae Young. To help him, Tae Young is asked to bring female boxer Lee Kwon Sook back to the boxing ring. 3 years ago, she emerged as an elite boxer at the age of 17 but then suddenly disappeared. (MDL)

Genres : Sport, Youth, Romance, Drama

Warning! Possible spoilers below!

Kim Tae Young

Ep 1 : (42:05) Emotional — (45:40) Drugged by injection, passes out, wakes up in bathtub with a plastic bag on his head, panicking, heavy breathing, falls out of the tub, wraps himself with a blanket, upset, throwing up — (54:54) Exhausted, falls asleep, wakes up startled, concern for him

Ep 2 : (56:08) Punched hard in the face, knocked out — (56:34) Head bandaged comically, startled, wincing

Ep 3 : (57:37) In a headlock, punched in the stomach

Ep 2-5 : None

Ep 6 : (01:00:00) Strangled, kicked, collapsed on the ground, heavy breathing, grabbed by the collar and pushed against a car, threatened, knocked out

Ep 7 : (03:00) Unconscious, wakes up, coughing, groaning in pain, tries to get up but collapses — (05:17) Threatened, frightened, flinching — (07:16) Sleeping, face bruised, concern for him, woken up, wincing in pain, tries to walk but collapses on the ground, more groaning in pain, helped up — (09:17) In bed sleeping, face and neck bruised, concern for him, balm applied on wounds, face patched up with some cute band-aids — (01:00:10) Learns the death of his friend, teary-eyed, crying

Ep 8 : (01:10) Depressed, recalling painful memories, anxious, panic attack — (02:40) Friends worried because he hasn’t left his room in three days — (03:07) Going to his friend’s funeral, so out of it that he forgets to put on shoes, concern for him, cannot enter the funeral hall, upset — (14:00) Emotional, tearing up the wall full of his friend’s pictures, concern for him, lowering himself to the ground — (24:06) Friends are worried for him so they break inside his room, sitting on the floor depressed, hugged — (28:00) Forced to get out of bed — (30:25) “Lightly” punched multiple times while wearing boxing protection, letting out his anger and frustration, screaming, sobbing

Ep 9-11 : None

Ep 12 : (00:00) Surrounded, punched in the stomach, collapses to the ground, hands tied, manhandled, put on his knees, angry, kicked — (10:10) On the ground, groaning in pain — (26:07) Angry, pushed, restrained — (34:39) On a chair, hands tied, teary-eyed — (40:05) Gun put on his head — (41:57) Found unconscious — (01:02:12) Playfully punched 

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[kim-poce]

Bloodbag Neo and Celeste

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27

(CW: pet whump, panicking, broken bones, fear of punishment)

Well shit.

To put it simply? Tobias was fucked.

This was exactly the kind of reaction he didn't want to cause! And what the fuck was he supposed to do now?! Comfort the kid? Yeah, because he'd want comfort from the asshole who upset him in the first place. Not to mention that he was scared of Tobias to begin with, and anything Tobias did would probably be seen as a threat.

Aaaand that was the door unlocking. Tobias rushed over to it, trying to keep his arms as still as possible. He needed a chance to talk to Alex before he came in and saw this disaster and drew his own conclusions.

"I fucked up," he said, voice thin with terror.

Alex stared at him, eyes hard. "What." His voice was flat and emotionless.

"The kid asked me about pets and why some people are and... fuck," Tobias said, trying to pull his racing thoughts into cohesive speech. "He asked me earlier why he's a pet and I'm not, and I didn't answer. Anything I said would just upset him. But when you left he asked why the girl's a pet, and I tried to be tactful but that's not exactly my strong suit and now he's crying and I don't know what to do."

He really, really hoped Alex didn't kill him for this.

Next

Crossovers - Masterlist

=-=

Alex wanted to kill Tobias, but he didn't have the time for it, and to be honest the one at fault was himself. He shouldn’t have left the boy alone with this man, he shouldn't have left the two of them to interact at all, when the boy entered the kitchen Alex should have sent him away.

He pushed the man in front of him with more strength than necessary, it was more so he wouldn't be on the way, Alex didn't look at him as he hushed towards the boy.

"Hey," he called, making the boy back away weakly, hiding his crying face, “Hey, it’s okay, ” The boy only backed away further before curling up into a small scared ball, “Neo? I won’t hurt you, it’s me, okay? I would never hurt you. Can you look at me?”

Neo didn’t move, which Alex tried to see as progress. At least he isn’t backing away again. “I’ll get closer, okay, Neo? It’s okay now.”

Alex moved closer slowly, Neo flinched under his touch but didn’t move back, “Sorry I wasn’t here, dear,” Alex said as he slowly pulled the boy closer, giving him all the time and space to escape if he wanted to, “I won’t let him upset you again, okay?”

“D-don’t,” Neo said between sobs in a low voice, “D-d-don’t hurt him,” he completed before burying his face on Alex’s shoulder to cry.

=-=

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[crowzwhump]

Tw: Vampire Whump | Vampire Whumper | Kidnapping | Noncon Vampire Feeding | Stalking (let me know if I need to add any!)

The city was bathed in the soft glow of the full autumns moon hung high in the sky, the soft glow of streetlights, casting long, eerie shadows across the empty sidewalks.

In this urban labyrinth, Whumpee, a young and unsuspecting individual, hurried through the narrow alleyways, unaware that they were being stalked by a predator of the darkest kind.

Whumper, a modern vampire with a taste for the thrill of the chase, had spotted Whumpee earlier in a bustling cafe, their heart racing as they sensed the sweet aroma of innocence that clung to their chosen prey.

As Whumpee turned the corner, they were startled to find themselves face to face with Whumper, who had been lurking in the shadows, just out of sight, now stepped into the dim light, a charming smile playing on their lips.

"Lost, are we?" Whumper purred, their voice as seductive as a siren's song.

They moved closer, their eyes locking onto Whumpee's, holding them in a captivating gaze.

Whumpee, disoriented and slightly flustered by the sudden encounter, stammered, "I… I wasn't expecting to run into anyone here."

The Whumper's smile widened.

"Well Fate has a funny way of bringing people together, Doesn't it?" they mused.

"In fact, I could use your help with something. You see, I'm looking for a particular place, and I seem to have lost my way. Would you be so kind as to assist me?"

Whumpee hesitated, their guard slowly lowering in the presence of the charismatic stranger.

"I suppose I could help you find your way," they replied cautiously.

Whumper's smile only grew, "Wonderful!" They said, "I do appreciate your kindness, truley."

As Whumpee turned their attention to giving directions, the Whumper's predatory instincts sharpened as the conversation continued, their words a hypnotic melody that dulled Whumpee's senses.

But as Whumpee's back was turned, Whumper finally saw their opportunity.

In a swift and shocking move, the vampire lunged forward, wrapping their cold, strong arms around Whumpee.

"W-what are you--!?" Whumpee gasped in surprise, the realization of their peril sinking in too late.

"You're too trusting, my dear," Whumper whispered, their breath sending shivers down Whumpee's spine. "But don't worry; I promise to make this encounter unforgettable."

Terror seized Whumpee's heart as they felt the fangs graze softly their neck, Their eyes widened while their breath quickening as panic set in.

"No, please, don't!" Whumpee begged, their voice quivering with fear. "I'll do anything, just let me go!"

"Anything, you say? How intriguing," Whumper purred, their grip tightening around Whumpee's trembling form pulling them closer against them. "But I'm afraid it's too late for negotiations, my dear."

Whumpee's breaths came in ragged gasps as they struggled to comprehend the nightmare they had been pulled into.

"What… what are you?" they stammered, tears welling up in their eyes.

The Whumper leaned in, their lips brushing against Whumpee's earlobe, sending a shiver of dread down their spine.

"I'm a creature of the night," Whumper hissed, their tone both seductive and menacing. "A vampire, if you will, and you, my dear, are about to become part of my world."

Tears streamed down Whumpee's face as they whispered, "P-please, there mm-must be another w-way. I don't ww-want to die."

The Whumper's eyes gleamed with an unholy hunger as they gazed into Whumpee's tear-filled eyes.

"Oh, you misunderstand me," They murmured. "I won't let you die. No, I intend to keep you alive, to make you my Blood Bag."

With a gentle but firm grip, Whumper lifted Whumpee's chin, exposing the pale, vulnerable curve of their throat while the moonlight danced upon the delicate skin, emphasizing the pulsing vein beneath.

As Whumpee's trembling body was held firmly in the Whumper's grasp, the vampire's fangs pierced their delicate skin.

A sharp, exquisite pain shot through Whumpee, followed by an intense sensation of pleasure that was impossible to resist.

Whumper's venomous saliva mixed with Whumpee's blood, igniting a euphoria that left them weak at the knees.

Whumper fed with a calculated rhythm, their lips pressed against the wound, their tongue dancing over the puncture marks, savoring every drop, and as the first drops of blood touched the their tongue, a shiver of pleasure coursed through their body.

Whumper's hand, cool and gentle, caressed Whumpee's cheek, guiding their face to the side to allow for better access to their throbbing vein.

The Vampire's tongue flicked over the wound, lapping up the crimson nectar that flowed from Whumpee's neck.

The taste was intoxicating, like the finest vintage wine, all while whumpee's heartbeat echoed in their ears, the rhythm of their life force lulling the Whumper into a hypnotic trance.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as Whumper fed, savoring every drop of precious life essence.

Whumpee's breaths grew shallow, and their vision blurred, the world around them fading into obscurity.

Finally, once Whumpee's body had grown frail and their breaths dangerously shallow, Whumper withdrew, their lips stained crimson.

They watched with a cruel satisfaction as Whumpee slumped forward, unconscious and utterly helpless.

With a predatory grace, Whumper gathered Whumpee's limp form into their arms their pulse had grown feeble, and their body had become a mere vessel, emptied of life.

Whumper's eyes glittered with triumph as they turned away from the moonlit alley, disappearing into the night with their newfound Blood Bag.

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[a-living-canvas]

Routine

It's late afternoon. Whumper wandered around the mall, grabbed this and that; filling their cart with groceries. Thinking about Whumpee at home too, and what they should cook for dinner. Truly a busy person. Whumper got in line to pay for their things. Scanning all the people inside the mall. Hm, not interesting enough for their liking. Maybe they should stop doing whatever they were doing before—

Oh. A Chinese girl, with her mom. Short hair, innocent face, and a loose…shirt. Her collarbone…she looks vulnerable. Her shoulders must look pretty too…

Okay, stop staring you creep! But maybe, just a little more. It wouldn't hurt.

Aww, she's helping her mother. How kind. The desire to pinch her cheeks…maybe to take care of her too. To make her as vulnerable as she can be. 

Put her in a dress where her shoulders and collarbone and thighs could be exposed. But just that, I'm not interested in other things. Maybe place her on my lap, patting her thighs and playing with her hair. Would she mind? 

Would I prefer her to be silent or giggle during that? It's between that. I want her to stay still like a doll, but at the same time I want her to be alive. Okay, since when have I had these  weird thoughts??

Ah, okay, she's leaving. Bye-bye sweetheart. 

Whumper placed their groceries on the counter. Waiting for the cashier to scan and tell them the price. They flashed a warm smile too, just to be friendly with people. And not just some cold blooded monster who torture someone everyday and night. 

Whumper walked out of the mall. They made their way to the bus station. It's not like they didn't have a car or something, they just wanted to observe people around them. They sat on the bench, waiting for the bus. There's a young man beside them. Whumper glanced at them before they froze. 

Probably in his 20s, brown hair, pointed nose. Short navy pants and a white shirt. And ah, his Adam's…apple. It looks enchanting. Unguarded…exposed…perfect to be licked. Or bite, so so hard until it crush. How would he scream then? What sounds would come out from that pretty mouth?

And the blood. It would slide down across his torso. Soaking his white shirt. What a sight to behold. And oh God, his veins. Spreading from his wrists to his elbows, like tree roots. If only I could—

Oh man, he's leaving! Not fair…

The bus arrived and Whumper waited for the others to get in first. They sat on the last row of the seats. Before the bus could start moving again, someone entered in a rush. Another young man, black hair, white skin. He was shirtless, sweat trickling down his skin. Probably back from the gym. There's no seats left in the bus so he just stood in the middle, fingers gripping hard on the bus holder.

Pretty. Why is he so pretty? The way he's panting. The freckles on his face…it's aching to be poked with a needle. His necklace, how it would be more beautiful with a large collar. And those pretty lips, begging to be kissed and bit. 

Whumper gripped the palm of their hands tightly. They needed to calm down. They have Whumpee at home. Gotta be loyal to them. 

Calm down, calm down, calm—

Did he just wink at me?! Okay, you've got this. Just smirk back at him. Act cool. 

Good. 

Maybe he noticed someone's staring at him. Ah, pretty face, let me stare at you longer. Let me imagine how nice it would feel to grab your hair and yank it harshly. Or how you would scream, the sounds of your pleadings, I want to relish it all.

I want to brand your soft skin, playing with your muscles, seeing them tense up at the mere touch of my hands.

The bus stopped and Whumper watched the young man get off the bus. They squealed silently inside when he waved them goodbye as the bus started moving again.

~

Whumper arrived at their house. Unlocking the door before they passed through the living room to the kitchen. They placed the groceries bag on the table before they got ready to cook for dinner.

"Shh…" Whumper said without looking up at the person who was tied up and gagged on the chair. His quiet whimpers filled up the room. Tears trickled down his face as he watched Whumper with a knife on their hand, cutting down the onions and vegetables.

If only he didn't wink at them.

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[pendarling]

Redo

Death wasn't a particularly new concept to Whumper, but they may have taken it a bit further this time.

"Whumpee? Whumpee!"

Whumper dropped the hammer onto the concrete ground and knelt beside Whumpee's disjointed figure. They lay still with their eyes half-lidded and unresponsive.

"Shit."

They got up again and ran out of the room, panic growing in their chest. They couldn't risk losing Whumpee; it was just to scare them, just to torment them to get a message across-- not…

Whumper stopped their searching and found the medkit in the cabinets; there was still time. They could save them. Healing was never their best suit, but hopefully, with whatever little knowledge they had, it would suffice.

They stumbled back into the room and immediately got to work. Their hands were shaking, their pulse rapidly accelerating, and their vision was lost in the dark bruises littered all over their skin.

How was Whumpee able to take all this strain?

They should've been more careful-- Whumper wiped another blood stain across Whumpee's hips and tightly bandaged the growing pool of blood near their leg.

They'd be fine… that's right. Whumpee was able to last this long, sure they've had their moments of spiralling out of control, but physically, they would be relatively okay.

Whumper hesitantly took Whumpee's small, pale figure in as they lifted them from the hard floor. They were so nimble and cold; their face had become different now that they inspected them. Dark bags hung under their eyes, and a barely audible shuttering noise with every breath they took.

Their thoughts couldn't help but begin to feel guilty. They'd never felt so attached to someone like Whumpee before, but assuming the time spent with them had made them closer.

…

Whumpee had never felt so confused as then; the room was brighter than expected, and their eyes took a while to focus on the figure staring remorsefully across from them. A glass of liquid pouring into a cup had woken them up from their deep slumber.

Whumpee parted their dried lips slightly as if to speak but could only cough in uneven patterns. Their chest heaved right before Whumper raised their head and calmed their nerves.

"Relax, Whumpee." They pushed a glass of water to their lips. The chilling drink imprinted inside of them.

The other set them down cautiously onto the pillow and blinked a few more times when they heard a glass set down next to their head, a nightstand, they suspected. Where were they?

Whumper tilted their head at Whumpee's expression. It was only natural they'd respond so confused; after all, they'd never been let out of the basement before, not even so far as upstairs.

They watched as Whumpee's eyes drifted back to Whumper. Something unfamiliar etched across their face as soon as the palm of their hand met their forehead.

"I knew you could make it." finally, a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry. Do I know you?"

Whumper froze in their spot, and for a second, just a minute… they thought-- could they start over? This would be their chance. But then again, wouldn't it be unethical? They certainly wouldn't want to scare Whumpee and revive those traumas, primarily since they've only recently understood that maybe Whumpee was worth keeping.

There wasn't anyone else in this world who they'd been insistent on keeping for so long. There wasn't even the tiniest hint of interest in anyone else; no one could entertain them like Whumpee could… or did. Their entertainment, of course, had changed, and now all they could think about was how to fix their dreadful mistake.

It was all too much; they couldn't do this. No.

"Whumpee, what are you saying? You know me."

An empty stare was all they received, but truly, in all their honesty, Whumpee had tried to recollect any memories at all.

"I didn't-- I mean, there's no way you hit your head this hard."

"I hit… my head?"

Here it comes, the lies; they couldn't stop once they started. Whumper licked their lips, creasing their brows as they cultivated their next moves.

"Yes."

Whumpee picked themselves up and scanned the homely room. "Oh."

"Don't worry. I'll care for you, Whumpee."

There it was. That smile. That unknowing gullible smile. Was this what being good felt like? It felt… new.

~~~

MASTERLIST

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[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Whumpuary 2024 Day 1

1. (Jan 01-02) Captivity / Snow / Secret Revealed

cw physical whump/injury, whumper turned caretaker, captive whumpee 

Villain glowered at the struggling captive at their feet. “Well, isn’t this something. When Supervillain said they had a present for me, I was shocked enough as it was. Imagine my surprise when I found out they had managed to capture the pesky little snitch who’s been mucking up all my plans. Selling my information to Superhero and almost getting me caught at that jewel heist last week.” 

A weak noise of protest came from their enemy, likely muffled behind a gag. There was a cloth bag over their head, concealing their identity, and their hands were bound behind their back. It was an exhilarating sight to finally have them kneeling at Villain’s feet, completely at their mercy. 

“What was that?” Villain taunted when they attempted to talk around the gag. “You’ll have to speak up, sweetheart. I’m busy thinking of all the fun I'm going to have with you.” 

They kicked the hero sharply in the side, knocking them onto the ground. With their hands tied behind their back, they had no way of catching themself and their head smacked into the concrete, followed by a choked noise of pain. The hero curled in on themself when Villain’s foot connected with their stomach. It felt so unbelievably good to finally let out their anger on this nuisance who had been giving them so much trouble. 

Villain knelt beside them, grabbing onto the hood that concealed their enemy’s identity. “Now,” they drawled, “let’s see who’s under here. I want to see the fear in your eyes and watch you cry while I teach you a lesson.” 

They pulled the hood off and felt their blood run cold. A familiar pair of eyes blinked up at them, teary and full of betrayal. “Hero?” they asked in disbelief. 

Hero whined, flinching away when Villain hurried to remove the gag. There was a nasty bruise forming on one cheekbone and dried blood under their nose—clearly Supervillain had already had a turn with them before dropping them off at Villain’s lair. 

“Oh my god, Hero, I’m so sorry,” they apologized, hands shaking as they helped the other sit up. Thank God Villain hadn’t gotten any farther. “What’s going on?” 

Hero sniffed, looking up at Villain with a mix of hurt and anger. “You were about to beat the fuck out of me, that’s what’s going on.” 

“No—no, I…” Villain focused on untying Hero’s hands—if they ended up punching Villain once they were free, well, Villain knew they deserved it. “Supervillain told me they had caught the person who’d been selling me out to Superhero. I—I had no idea who they were bringing me.” 

“Supervillain is a filthy liar and an opportunist, don’t you know that by now?” Hero said, rubbing their wrists once Villain finally undid the rope. They hissed in pain, glaring at the angry red marks on their skin. 

Villain pushed their hair back gently, inspecting for damage where Hero’s head had hit the ground. Luckily, it didn’t look too bad—they'd probably just be sore for a bit. “So you’re not the one who’s been selling my info?” 

“You think I would?” Hero asked earnestly, meeting the other’s gaze. “Of course it wasn’t me. It was Supervillain, you idiot.” 

Suddenly, the pieces all fell into place. Fuck, it was all so obvious—Villain really was an idiot, weren’t they? “They were trying to frame you—shift the blame off themself and get me to take you out at the same time.” 

“Two birds,” Hero agreed. 

“I’m going to kill them,” Villain growled, eyes darkening with rage. “I’m going to torture them slowly until they’re begging for my forgiveness and then I'm going to kill them.” 

Hero smirked and punched their arm halfheartedly. “I told you no killing, remember?” 

“Ugh, you’re no fun.” Villain sighed melodramatically. “…Is a little torture okay, though?” 

Hero rolled their eyes. “A tiny bit, I suppose. But can you take me home first? I’m so tired.” 

Villain frowned, cradling Hero’s face in their hands. “Yeah, of course,” they said, more quietly. “I'll take you home, and get you cleaned up and tucked into bed. I’m sorry about all this.” 

“Thank you.” They let Villain pull them into an embrace without protest. “Just make sure to give Supervillain my regards.” 

“Anything for you, Hero.” 

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