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[freefallingup13]

Jaren’s Puppy Masterpost

Basic Info

Summary: Jaren, the leader of a wild, warmongering vampire  coven, likes to keep a few werewolves as attack dogs. Some of the  werewolves the coven keeps - like his favorite “Puppy” Toni - are his personal pets.

CW: This is a pet whump/slavery fic, if I continue to post more of this story there will be dubcon and noncon. Pieces tend to feature dehumanization, dubcon touch(sexual and nonsexual), emotional manipulation, blood (and lots of it), Whumpee is a girl and the Whumper is called “Master”.

This fic can and probably will give off abusive relationship vibes between a male whumper and a lady whumpee. He is fond of her, and does her best not to draw blood, but he will still hurt her and she will be hurt by others as well.

References

Jaren references; Picrew Post Jaren is a man who looks to be in his mid-twenties, and is a vampire that is over three centuries old. He’s a cocky son of a bitch, incredibly sadistic, and rather vulgar, even in the world of vampires. His goal is to dominate the vampire world, be it through negotiation or conquering. Nothing will stand in his way.

Toni references; Picrew Post Toni is a White Wolf; she is a werewolf that, when Shifted to her wolf form, has white fur. Werewolves tend to oust those with this fur color because they are too easy to spot in the night, too easy to pick out in a dark forest. She was ousted for this, and for other reasons. Somehow, she has ended up in Jaren’s possession. He’s fond of her, which makes her life somewhat comfortable, but there’s always the silent fear of what will happen when she starts to bore him...

Cora references; Picrew Post Cora is a “young” woman of average height, her real age being somewhere over a century. She was turned during a raid on a village, and elected to join the Wild coven rather than face death. As the doctor of her former village, she’s taken the position of main “Veterinarian” for the werewolves that the coven keeps. As for personality, she has patience, but due to her importance to the care of Jaren’s “pets”, she is not in any danger of being “taken care of” like other coven members are. This means she can be as blunt and snarky as she likes, always with a deadpan delivery.

Ryan references; Picrew Post Ryan is only a little taller than Toni at 5′8″. He’s a scrawny boy,   thanks to his former life (more to be elaborated in later pieces). He is  a very recent turn, and due to the circumstances, Jaren has appointed him as the one to take care of Toni while Jaren is working around the coven. Ryan takes her on walks so she can get fresh air, takes lessons   with her, and (entirely thanks to Jaren’s “influence”) ensures that   she’s psychologically “safe” and entirely loyal to Jaren. His own   feelings on this are to be determined, at least on the surface.

Headcanons/Worldbuilding

-Jaren and Ryan’s rooms

-Cora’s Family (?) and induction into the Wild coven

-Cora and Ryan’s friendship

-Jaren(?) and Cora’s childhoods

-Toni and comfort

-How do they sleep?

-What’s in a name? (Toni and David)

-David and his whumpers

-Mind Reading and Murphy’s Law (David)

-Jaren and David are workbuddies AU concept (cursed)

-Why Jaren does what he does

-Sharing and Regrets, not both tho (Jaren)

Drabbles

These are in the best chronological order as I can make them in this list, I’ll update it regularly!

>Prologue; Jaren’s Birthday

>First Check Up

>Summer of Whump #1; Freezing

>Teasing Marks

>New Toy

>Fruit Salad (one word prompt)

>Choices

>Kicked

>Knife Play

>More knife play but an AI helped me write it

>Big Bad Wolf

>Feeding the Dogs

>Sick Day (BTHB; Fevers)

Taglist; @emreads

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[evilrry]

Oh! That’s why I wasn’t finding it skxkzjsjsj i was looking for variations of emreads lmao

ah yeah i think it used to be that but i changed it a few months ago

[vitinhaball]

Hey, já que te estão a fazer perguntas sobre a uni e tenho isso em mente,vou desabafar, hope you dont mind. Basicamente estou no segundo ano da uni e entrei na sexta opção, num curso que até gosto mas numa universidade um pouco average i guess. As pessoas até são simpáticas mas com a minha ansiedade e depressão torna-se difícil fazer amigos (sair à noite nem pensar) e torna difícil estudar e ter notas boas, tenho tido notas super average. I feel bad about the whole thing basically, conselhos?

não sei se sou a melhor pessoa para te dar conselhos….. pq eu tou no quarto ano e não fiz nenhuns tipo “amigos para a vida” como aparentemente é suposto fazeres na faculdade, muito pq a minha depressão no segundo semestre do primeiro ano e no segundo ano em geral estava mesmo 👌👌👌 e eu desaparecia dias seguidos soooo….

mas pronto, eu tb só saio à noite na queima, pq espaços fechados não é comigo, mas não acho que isso seja critico, mas se calhar ajudava idk

outra coisa, quando entrei para a fac não conhecia ninguém que tivesse entrado sequer para a mesma faculdade let alone no mesmo curso, por isso estava bastante preocupada em não conseguir fazer amigos e essa merda toda, e toda a gente me dizia que eu ia fazer amigos naturalmente, o que talvez acontece-se não fosse tudo o que aconteceu (aka ansiedade social, desaparecer uns dias seguidos, toda a minha personalidade em geral hgfgh)

mas a realidade é que dadas as circunstancias, é preciso mesmo fazer um esforço

agora, depois da história de vida hgfdfgh, conselhos: trabalhos de group are there for you, tenta ficar sempre com +/- as mesmas pessoas e passar tempo com elas (tipo vão almoçar juntos depois de uma reunião, go with them)… eu no inicio ficava com as mesmas pessoas mas não passava tempo com eles fora das aulas pq há sempre aquele sentimento que os estás a chatear, sooo… yeah todos eles são só conhecidos agora basicamente…. mas ya, se esse sentimento de estares a irritar as pessoas só por estares lá existir, tens de tentar ignorar ao máximo - sometimes you can’t do it but when you can … - e passado um bocado percebes se eles gostam de ti (i’m sure they will)

notas…. eu acabei o secundário com média de 18.5 e agora a minha média é 12.5 por isso não sei que te diga, aí ter amigos ajuda, no primeiro/segundo ano era-me muito difícil recuperar as aulas que faltava, agora no outro dia estava que nem merda não fui às aulas e nem tive de pedir apontamentos, ofereceram-mos logo; se tiveres duvidas e falar com o prof for demasiado stressante, há probabilidade de pessoas com quem te dás bem saberem-te explicar alguma coisa… e eu melhorei um bocado ao aproveitar ao máximo os dias bons (quer para estudar quer para socializar)- mesmo que não tenhas nada para fazer, vê a matéria seguinte, adianta trabalho; e ficar onde te sentires mais confortável quando estás em alturas de maior stress (aka exames - eu normalmente passo a época de exames em casa pq perfiro o tempo de viajem a ficar fechada no quarto dias e dias sem apoio nenhum)

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[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Alex meets Ari, epilogue

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |

Content Warnings: demon/incubus character, romance, established relationship, car accident mention, injuries, bruises, arguments, angst, emotional whump, caretaking, consensual kissing and touching, happy ending

Tag List: @deluxewhump @grizzlie70 @gatheringofsuffering @xmonster-under-the-bed @emreads @whumpingmydarlings  @endless-whump​

Author’s Notes: I can’t believe I actually finished something I started!! Once again, thanks so so much to everyone who’s read these. :)

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Dating Alex is like dating the weather. There are storms and dreary skies, calm overcast days, days of warm sunshine. Getting to know him is like diving into a lake he thinks is shallow only to find unexpected depths of thoughts and feelings, of humor and intelligence. In spite of the relatively mundane life they lead, Arinn finds he is never bored.

All of it is a novelty. Staying with the same person, of course, takes adjustment. Arinn had such a set routine and methodology when it came to finding sustenance that he feels a little lost when it’s gone. But that void is always quickly filled. They binge shows, they try recipes, they take walks. They go to movies and restaurants and, yes, the mummies exhibit and other museums. It’s the closest thing to a normal life Arinn has ever had, yet it feels strange and exciting.

Perhaps the most astounding thing is the lack of pressure to have sex. Before this he was in bed with a new person a couple times a week. Often someone he didn’t particularly like, just to scrounge for the smallest touches to keep himself going. Worse than that, sometimes he would end up discovered, captured and tormented, with no one to help, not like that day Alex found him. The things that were done to him, that he had to bear alone…

But now he only has sex when he actually wants to, and it feels like a small miracle. He enjoys sex well enough, but is more than happy with cuddling, kissing, even lying with his feet across Alex’s lap. And if the kissing gets heated or Alex looks particularly gorgeous that day, well…Arinn certainly isn’t going to complain if they end up in bed.

A little over eight months into dating, Arinn’s lease ends and he moves in. He spends most nights there anyway, but still, it’s a little daunting. But between their jobs and Alex’s therapy and workouts, it doesn’t feel like they’re constantly around each other. Arinn adjusts to it quickly. He can’t deny how incredible it feels to know without a doubt that he won’t go to bed alone each night.

They both work early shifts, starting before dawn and getting home in the early afternoon. So Arinn isn’t prepared at all when Alex comes home telling him he’s going to have to work an evening shift for a couple of weeks.

During the first week, Arinn returns from work only an hour before Alex has to leave to catch the bus. Other than that single hour and when Alex crawls into bed at night, they have no time together. By Friday, Arinn is beyond ready for the weekend. He works Saturday morning, but he doesn’t care. He’s prepared to stay up late just to greedily take in a little extra time with Alex.

“I’ll be home by 10:30,” Alex promises as he gets dressed.

Arinn has the restraint to wait until he’s finished buckling his belt to go over and kiss him. “10:30. I’ll be here.”

Alex’s smile warms him like nothing he’s ever felt. “Good.” He kisses Arinn once, then again, then a third time. He’s contemplating a fourth when Arinn nudges him towards the door.

“Go on,” he says reluctantly. “Have a good day. Night. Whatever.”

Alex laughs as he slips his shoes on. “I’ll try.” And then he’s out the door.

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10:30 rolls around. Arinn has showered, tidied up the house, and threw together a small meal for Alex to heat up if he’s hungry. Then he plops onto the couch and waits.

At 10:37 he assumes the bus is running late. At 10:49 he wonders if Alex missed the bus and had to catch another. He bounces his leg impatiently and checks his phone every couple minutes in case Alex calls or texts.

He doesn’t.

By 11:00 Arinn is up and pacing. He calls Alex but gets no answer. He leaves voicemails, his voice shaking. He texts him. Where are you? Are you okay? Did work run over? Please answer me.

He said 10:30, Arinn thinks. He said no later than that. He promised. But he isn’t here…

Arinn doesn’t know what to do. He flips between worry and anger and hurt. What if something happened? What if he went out for drinks with coworkers? What if he lied? The possibilities spiral through his mind unchecked.

Then, at 11:43, there’s a key in the lock. It clicks, and the door creaks open.

Alex steps - stumbles - inside and closes the door slowly behind him before leaning back against it with a long sigh.

He looks like hell. His hair is a mess. There’s a bruise on his cheek. His jacket is torn and his clothes are dirty. He’s got one arm draped across his opposite side and he’s breathing raggedly.

Arinn can’t process this. Alex said 10:30, he wasn’t here, Arinn was going out of his mind, and now he shows up looking like this. It’s too much. Before he can stop to think, he explodes.

“Where the hell were you?! It’s been over an hour! Did you get into a fight or something? What the fuck, Alex?”

Arinn is shaking. If he could just stop and think he’d know he isn’t really angry, just shaken. He would see the hurt in Alex’s eyes. He would reach for him with care rather than lash out with accusations.

Alex’s face hardens. He kicks off his shoes and hangs his keys up on the hook.

“Bus crashed,” he mumbles. “Driver had a stroke or something. Ran off the road and rolled onto its side. None of us could leave until we were all looked over by the paramedics and questioned by the police.” He winces as he removes his jacket. “I was lucky I guess. Just some bruising. Got cleared and got a ride here from a cop. Some people left in ambulances.”

Something sinks inside of Arinn. His resolve crumbles and he’s left at a loss for words.

“Why didn’t you call?” he manages weakly. “I would have - have - “

“Have what? Picked me up? We don’t have a car.”

“You still could have told me! Or at least answered my texts!”

“My phone fell out of my pocket!” Alex bursts out. “It’s probably still in the bus being towed halfway across town by now. It’s not like they were going to let me go look for it while they were trying to pry out people who were trapped!”

He begins to walk stiffly toward the kitchen, past Arinn without so much as looking at him. Arinn follows numbly. He watches Alex take a pack of frozen veggies from the freezer and hold it to his side while he leans on the counter for support. His back is to Arinn.

“Fuck...” he whispers. “Alex, I - god, that’s - I don’t know what to say…” Say sorry you idiot! “Thank god you’re alright...I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you…”

Alex huffs. “Guess you’d have to find a new meal ticket,” he snaps. 

As soon as he says it the room feels colder. Tension hangs over them like a dark cloud. There’s a hesitation from Alex. For a moment it seems like he might speak. Might take it back. But he only sighs and carefully makes his way into the living room. Arinn hears him groan as he sits on the couch. He continues staring at the place where Alex was just standing.

Arinn’s feet are moving before he knows what he’s doing. He throws his shoes and coat on over his pajamas and is out the door.

He hears it slam behind him.

He hears “Ari, wait! Shit - “

He keeps going.

He doesn’t look back.

Arinn is a block from the apartment building before he finally slows down. He can barely see the sidewalk ahead of him through the blur of tears.

I fucked up. I fucked up. It’s over. I fucked up.

He’s angry, but only at himself. If Alex meant what he said it has to be because Arinn screwed up, didn’t show him enough that he cared, wasn’t good enough at communicating. He should have known he was in over his head. That it was too good to last.

“Arinn!”

Arinn stops walking. It can’t be…

He whirls around to find Alex staggering after him. Even in the dim light from the street lamps Arinn can see that he’s struggling to remain standing, let alone walk. Yet here he is.

“What are you doing?” Arinn croaks. “Y-you’re hurt, you need to be resting…”

With considerable effort, Alex catches up to him. He’s panting heavily. Arinn can’t decide if he wants to turn and run or pull Alex into his arms. He does neither.

“I’m - sorry - “ Alex gets out between breaths. “I didn’t mean it. I swear. I was angry - it, it just popped out - “

“I don’t blame you,” Arinn says quietly. “Given what you know about me. But if it means anything, I - I don’t see you that way. As just a - a meal.”

“I know,” Alex says, putting his whole heart into the words. His eyes are shining. He looks desperate and fragile and Arinn just wants to gather him close and make it all okay again.

“I know that,” he says again. “Please believe me. I shouldn’t have said that, it was so stupid. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Arinn asks a little too harshly. He flinches and softens his tone. “I attacked you the minute you walked in the door. After the night you had that’s the last thing you fucking needed. I was just scared.” He puts his face in his hands. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Alex. I don’t know how to do any of this.”

When Alex speaks again he’s a little closer. Just a few feet from Arinn, but still not close enough to touch.

“Me either,” he says. “This is the first time since coming here that I’ve had to actually use the things I’m trying to get better at...it’s like, therapy was just training but this is the real deal. And I’m so scared I’m going to fuck it all up. Like I did tonight.”

“That makes two of us,” Arinn whispers. He lowers his hands and wraps his arms around himself, feeling cold and brittle. “This - us fighting - is what I was most afraid of. I can’t help what I am. If - if it goes wrong, if we spend time apart or - or - “ he can’t bring himself to even say the words break up aloud for fear they will manifest as real. “ - or separate, what am I supposed to do? I can’t just go sleep with someone else if we’re still together, or if it’s unclear! I’m a lot of things but I’m not a cheater. I - I wouldn’t, I couldn’t…”

Alex listens. He always listens. Even when he’s tired or stressed or angry. Even now, when he’s injured and shouldn’t even be out here.

“You’re right,” he says when he’s sure Arinn is finished. “You can’t help who you are. And I won’t ever really understand what that’s like.” He takes a shaky breath. “What if we made some kind of deal or something. Like, if...if it ever comes to that, you can do what you have to do. No questions asked.”

Arinn’s chest feels tight. He’d do that? He’d let me do that? He knows the depth of Alex’s abandonment issues, between parents who were never around and friends and boyfriends who left him when he needed them most.

And yet he’s willing to look past Arinn sleeping with someone else, willing to trust that it’s nothing more than for his survival. It’s an offer that so many others would happily exploit. The amount that Alex is putting his heart on the line is daunting.

“I don’t want that,” Arinn replies, his voice cracking. “I don’t want anyone but you.”

As soon as he says the words he knows that they’re true.

Alex steps a little closer. His expression is indecipherable. His bottom lip is trembling.

“Really?” And oh, the disbelief in his voice is the most heartbreaking thing. Arinn feels a swell of hatred toward every person who made Alex feel like no one could ever want him.

“Yes, really.” Arinn steps a little closer, too. “Alex…”

The next words terrify him. He feels as though he’s hanging off the edge of a cliff, and if he doesn’t make his move, however risky, he’s going to fall to his death. The truth is all he has now. It could ruin everything, or save it.

“Alex, I love you.”

Fragile silence follows, filled only by the soft chirp of crickets, the hum of someone’s television from a house, a train off in the distance.

A car comes up the road. Its headlights illuminate Alex’s face for a moment and Arinn can see the deep sea of emotion in his eyes.

Arinn is tensed so tight he feels like he might snap. He can feel his mind seeking a way out, the walls he’d let down going up -

“I love you too, Ari.”

With those softly spoken words the walls crumble to dust. He stares, dazed, at Alex.

“Don’t say it just because I said it,” he begs. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”

Alex is shaking his head. He’s searching for words.

“No, no - you don’t understand, I-I do. I have. For a while now. But I was scared, I didn’t know where we stood. Or if it was too soon.”

“For...a while?”

“Yeah,” Alex says, hanging his head like a chastised child. “Don’t even know exactly when. I think maybe...I was a little in love with you right from the beginning. Which sounds crazy, I know.” He shrugs. “I’m a little crazy, I guess. And a lot to handle. But I know what I feel. And I love you.”

Arinn starts to speak but chokes on a sob. He throws his hand over his mouth. Tears stream from his eyes as he stares at Alex. Alex loves him. No one has ever loved him. He’s never loved anyone. It’s so much all at once, he can’t even get a word out. His sobs grow harder, everything he’s feeling boiling up and spilling over.

He doesn’t see Alex move closer, but he feels it when Alex’s arm wraps around him. He’s right here, warm and solid and real. He loves me…

Arinn finds himself pulled in by his gravity, leaning closer until he can bury his face in Alex’s shoulder. Alex tips his head to rest against Arinn’s.

“Please come home,” Alex whispers. “Please.”

Something between a hiccup and a laugh bubbles out of Arinn. “Of course I’m fucking coming home,” he says, the words half muffled into Alex’s shirt. He slips his arm around Alex’s uninjured side and holds on desperately. Alex kisses his head. Arinn doesn’t comment on the tears he feels drip into his hair from Alex’s cheek.

They stay like that until Arinn’s sobs cease and Alex’s breathing calms. By then it must be near one in the morning. A chill runs through Alex and his breath hitches as the movement jostles his injuries. The sound finally spurs Arinn into action.

“Come on,” he says, gently easing Alex’s face up. Alex looks like he could fall asleep where he’s standing. Arinn cups his cheek and kisses him deeply. “You’ve had a long day. Let me take care of you.”

Alex nods gratefully. He remains glued to his side, leaning heavily against Arinn as they slowly make the walk back.

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Arinn’s hands shake as he prepares two cups of tea. In the quiet of the apartment there’s nothing stopping him from turning over the events of the night in his mind.

Tonight things came too close to ending, in more ways than one. If Alex hadn’t followed him he doesn’t know if they could have salvaged things the next day or not. He’s never done this. He doesn’t know when to keep fighting and when to give up. Tonight...tonight he gave up too quickly.

But what has him more shaken is the crash Alex was in. What he said was right: he was lucky. Arinn hates that he’s hurt at all, but it could have been so much worse. He could have been hospitalized, paralyzed, concussed, killed…

Arinn shudders and nearly drops the kettle as he goes to put it back. He stops and takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. He’s okay. He’s okay.

He sets the cups on a tray - a real tray, not the baking pan Alex once brought him breakfast on - and carries them to the bedroom, trying to appear more together than he feels.

Alex is resting on the bed with his eyes closed, breathing softly. When they got back he managed to remain sitting up long enough for Arinn to peel off his ruined clothes and get some boxers onto him, then he flopped back against the pillows with a groan while Arinn maneuvered his legs onto the bed and pulled a sheet up to his waist.

Arinn sets the tray on the bedside table and looks at him. He focuses first on the slow rise and fall of his chest. He’s okay. He’s okay. It’s impossible for his eyes not to wander to the deep bruising that mars Alex’s skin, from the left side of his face trailing down over his shoulder and arm, his chest and ribs and side, fading out at his hip.

It’s a fucking miracle that nothing is broken. Something must have padded his fall somewhat. Arinn tries not to think about it too hard, because if he does, he imagines Alex’s body being tossed like a ragdoll against unforgiving metal and he wants to scream.

“Hey,” he says. He sits at the edge of the bed and strokes Alex’s cheek until his eyes open. As soon as he sees Arinn he presses his cheek into his hand. Arinn smiles. If he didn’t know better, sometimes he’d think Alex was the one who survived on touch.

“Tea’s ready. I have medicine, too. Tomorrow I’ll go get you something stronger but this will have to do for now. And then we can go to sleep.”

Alex nods, blinking slowly. He turns his face and kisses Arinn’s palm. “Thank you…”

“Stop that. You don’t have to thank me.” He reluctantly takes his hand away from Alex’s face. “Can I prop you up a little?”

Alex nods again, reluctantly. He draws in a sharp breath when he tries to sit up a little so Arinn can put another pillow behind him. “Ah...fuck, it hurts…”

“I know...I know, babe…” Arinn gets the pillow back there as quick as he can and then eases Alex gently back against it. He kisses all over his face in praise. “Just think, if it was worse and you went to the hospital, some nurse could be doing this right now.”

Alex chuckles. “Guess you’re my nurse instead.”

“Hmm. I don’t think nurses are supposed to do this to their patients…” he dips in and kisses him. Alex’s eyes slip shut and he sighs as their lips part.

“No, you’re right,” he agrees. “That has to be against some kind of protocol.”

Hearing him joke around lightens the weight in Arinn’s chest. He kisses Alex one more time and then takes his teacup from the tray and holds it up for him. “Here…good arm only, remember.”

Alex takes the cup with his right hand and takes a sip. He hums with approval.

“This is good.”

“This is how tea is supposed to taste when you don’t over steep it,” Arinn teases gently.

“Guess you’re making the tea from now on.”

“Gladly.”

While Alex sips at his drink Arinn looks through the things he pulled from the medicine cabinet. There are a couple different varieties of pain pills and some sort of bruise relief gel he’s never heard of.

“That’s for work injuries,” Alex says when he notices Arinn holding the bottle. “Doesn’t happen often but sometimes I drop something on my foot or lose my footing and fall. A coworker recommended it. It does help. I’m not sure I’ll be able to move enough to put it on, though…”

“Who said anything about you putting it on?” Arinn turns the bottle over to read the back. “You aren’t moving an inch. I’m taking care of you.”

When Alex doesn’t answer he looks up. His breath catches when he sees the open fondness on Alex’s face.

“What?”

“Nothing...I’m just...really lucky.”

Arinn feels his cheeks heating and he can’t do a damn thing about it. “Well...I am your nurse, right?”

“Mmhmm. My hot nurse.” Alex winks suggestively. In his weariness the gesture is clumsy, but it still makes Arinn’s blush deepen.

“Good lord, you’re already loopy and you haven’t even taken the pain meds yet.” Arinn pops open the bottle and puts a pill in his hand.

Alex reaches for it, but Arinn decides it’s only fair to turn the tables a little. He shakes his head and holds the pill up. Alex’s eyes follow it as Arinn slips it onto his own tongue.

His brow pinches. “What are you - oh - “

Arinn leans forward and kisses Alex slowly. As he does, he slips the pill into his mouth. When he pulls back, Alex is the one blushing.

He fumbles a little with the tea cup and drinks down the last of it, swallowing the pill. He lets out a shaky breath when he’s finished. “Holy shit Ari, you can’t just do things like that. I’m too banged up to - to - “

“To bang?”

Arinn grins. Alex groans, but he’s smiling. “You’re worse than I am.”

“And yet, you love me.” The words are still as foreign on his tongue as they are in his mind.

Alex’s expression turns soft, almost shy. He takes Arinn’s hand and squeezes it. “Yeah. I do.”

Arinn could drown in that deep gaze. To stay afloat he busies himself with opening the bottle of gel and squeezing some out into his hand.

“Alright. Last bit and then you can go to bed.” His hands hover over Alex’s heated skin. He chews his lip. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“It’ll only hurt at first,” Alex reassures him. “Then it’ll help.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Okay…”

He starts small, rubbing a tiny bit of the gel onto Alex’s bruised cheek. That goes fine. He rubs it onto his arm and shoulder as carefully as he can and Alex barely flinches.

The bruising on his side is the worst of it, though, and Arinn dreads it. But that’s also where he needs this the most.

Arinn gets some more gel onto his palms. Slowly, gently, he smooths it over the tender skin, flinching himself every time Alex makes a pained sound. “Hang in there…” He makes sure he’s covered every inch before finally moving down to his hip. When he’s done he presses an apologetic kiss to Alex’s chest. “All done…”

Alex breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you…” He closes his eyes as Arinn continues trailing comforting kisses up his neck and cheek, avoiding the bruised side.

When Alex’s breathing has evened out, Arinn gathers everything onto the tray and brings it to the kitchen to deal with tomorrow. He makes sure the door is locked, shuts off the lights, and then finally slips into bed beside Alex.

He lies there a while staring at Alex’s silhouette in the darkened room. Alex is so still, his breaths so slow, that Arinn assumes he must be sleeping. So it’s a surprise when his eyes open and he turns his head to meet Arinn’s gaze.

“You’re too far away,” he mumbles sleepily.

Arinn exhales. “I can’t exactly sprawl on top of you right now,” he whispers back.

“Then just…” he pats the small but notable empty space between them.

How can he not give in? At least it’s Alex’s uninjured side. He presses up close to him and holds his arm like a child holding a stuffed animal. “Better?”

“Better.”

After another stretch of silence, Arinn can’t help himself. “...Alex?”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t...can’t stop thinking about how it could have been so much worse…”

His tail curls over his hip, brushing against Alex’s hand where it lies on the bed. Alex cradles it and strokes it with his thumb.

“But it wasn’t. I’m right here, Ari.”

“But if you weren’t...if you hadn’t made it...you never would have known...” he nearly chokes on the whispered words.

“Known?”

“That I love you.”

“...neither would you,” Alex replies.

Arinn holds his arm a little tighter. He hadn’t thought of it the other way around, but Alex is right. In their fear and insecurity they both held in something the other desperately needed to hear.

“But now - “ Alex’s words are broken by a big yawn. “ - now we know…”

Arinn kisses his shoulder, overwhelmed with relief, gratitude, and love. “Yeah. Yeah, we do.” He kisses again and again, each one slower and sleepier than the last. “Get some rest,” he whispers against his skin. “I’ll be here in the morning.”

And the morning after that...and the next, and the next...

...and every morning after, for as long as you want.

-- The End --

#incubus character #demon x human #romance #emotional whump #angst #established relationship #car accident #injuries #bruises #arguments #reconciliation #saying i love you #kissing #touching #caretaking #love #angst with a happy ending #whump writing #my writing #my ocs #arinn #alex

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Big Bad Wolf (Jaren’s Puppy)

Do I have several WIPs for this fic? Yes! Is this one of those WIPs being finished? No!

Taglist: @emreads , @starnight-whump

Summary: Jaren, the leader of a wild, warmongering vampire coven, likes to keep a few werewolves as attack dogs. Some of the werewolves the coven keeps - like his favorite “Puppy” Toni - are his personal pets.

CW: This is a pet whump/slavery fic, if I continue to post more of this story there will be dubcon. This piece in particular has blood, animal attack (werewolf/canid), deep wounds, accidental mild self-injury, hint at lung puncture, Noncon drugging, dehumanization (werewolf is treated as an animal), chains/shackles/manacles, multiple assailants vs. one person, and, as a specific trope just in case, serious injury being treated as something that can be “walked off” or “handled”.

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“Found him in a territory we overtook. Tried to get past the patrols, but he tripped a trap. We thought you’d like him, Sire.”

Toni stared down at the beast standing between the four vampires, held down by chains around his wrists and neck. It was the biggest werewolf she’d ever seen - she could see his chest heaving as he hunched over from the weight of the metal shackles. Steam escaped his nose through the caged muzzle he wore. Was it breathing hard from exertion, or was it breathing normally because of size? She honestly didn’t know. 

If he were able to stand up properly, she figured he would be eight, maybe nine feet tall. Every inch of his fur was jet black, and those eyes… those vibrant brown eyes, they were on her. 

He kept staring at her. Whimpering, Toni curled up by her Master’s side, pressing into the side of his leg as he sat on his throne. 

Jaren, on the other hand, was far more intrigued than worried. He didn’t notice the wolf’s eyes on Toni; he was busy looking over its arms, its hulking form. The creature was well-muscled, tall. The fact that the wolf had only been caught by a trap, tried to avoid detection from a vampire patrol… This wolf was either incredibly bold, or incredibly stupid. Both could work out in Jaren’s favor, but he preferred to think the former of the thing, considering the amount of scars the creature had lining its fur.

“No trace of any pack?” he called down.

The vampires shook their heads. “Alone, Sire,” they called back. “No scent of any other wolves on him. He’s been travelling a while, by the stench.”

The wolf turned its head instinctively to snap at the talking vampire. The other three laughed as it remembered the muzzle it had on, leaning down to try and claw it off with its hand. 

“... Hm,” Jaren tilted his head, bringing a hand up to his chin. “... Seems nothing more than a dog, doesn’t it? It doesn’t seem to have any more sense than a dog…”

Its eyes flared up towards him, and a growl ripped from its throat. He only watched as it began to slip both hands under the straps of the muzzle, ignoring the surrounding laughter.

Toni gripped tightly onto her Master’s leg as she saw the werewolf moving, heard the strain on the leather. “M…. Master?....”

“Shhh, Puppy,” Jaren whispered, lazily bringing a hand to her head to pet her softly. “Don’t you worry about a thing…”

The vampires at the foot of the steps kept talking, joking and explaining to Jaren how they’d caught him. They ignored the clawing, the growling, they were used to it. They put far too much confidence into the stupid muzzle. Whether they paid for it wasn’t Jaren’s problem.

Toni winced as she heard the wolf slip his claws underneath the leather, scraping a wound into his face as he did. She could see the blood from her perch, but the wolf didn’t seem to mind. The pain only spurred him on, slashing at the straps, pulling at the metal-

CRACK.

The four vampires stopped laughing as they saw the muzzle fall to the ground, the cage mangled and the straps torn in half. They didn’t take the time to react before he snapped again at the first vampire, this time digging his teeth into their shoulder like daggers.

A shriek escaped Toni as she tried to hide behind her Master, pulling her knees to her chest and pressing her face to his knee. She had seen the blood flying, she was hearing the screams - she couldn’t take any more.

Jaren watched carefully, leaning forward and putting his elbows onto his knees. His fingers laced together, studying the wolf’s movements and attacks. It ripped into the vampire like a stuffed doll, raking its claws down his back. As the other three tried to pull on the chains, pull the wolf back down to the ground, it turned to snap at them as well. It caught one of their arms in its jaws, swinging its shackled hands around to claw into the others. The manacles didn’t seem to weigh it down too much, and it looked like it was using the weight to its advantage. 

Good. 

Leaning back, he waved his free hand lazily. “Somebody go get Cora,” he drawled as he pet his Puppy to calm her down. “And get the sedative.”

The wolf was preoccupied, defending and attacking on three sides. The first vampire was down completely, rolling on the ground as his wounds tried to heal. He had cut far too deep for them to heal quickly. The other three were more important, two of them having all limbs free and the other kicking at his chest. He needed to-

Something landed on his back, and he felt a pinch on his neck. Furious that he’d allowed anyone to sneak up on him, he reached over his shoulder to grab the annoyance, flinging it off of his back. The sound of tearing fabric and a new voice crying out flew over his head. He heard a satisfying thud in the dirt at the edge of the clearing, then continued his assault on the other vampires. 

He felt it before he realized it; the sluggishness of his movements, the way the shackles felt heavier and heavier. The vampires were beginning to step back now, and he released the arm of the one he had. Better that they were away from him. Growling fiercely, he snapped at them as they backed up, hands in the air. 

Toni, having heard another scream, peeked out from behind Jaren’s leg. Her face fell as she saw Cora struggle to her feet, hissing in pain as she put a hand to the wounds on her back. It looked like the werewolf had dug his claws into her like a knife through butter, carelessly wounding her. Judging from the blood she could see on the ground, the smell beginning to invade her senses, the wolf didn’t care about the damage he did. 

She closed her eyes again. “Master… C-Cora-”

“I can see, Puppy,” Jaren sighed, propping his head onto his hand. He raised his voice to call down the steps, looking almost bored. “You’d better not be faltering, Cora. Handle it.”

Cora growled as she looked up at Jaren, baring her fangs. “Shut up, asshole!” she called back, rolling her shoulder as the wounds began to heal. She wouldn’t be able to use her left hand, she had felt those claws scrape bone, it was a little hard to breathe, maybe he hurt her internally. That’s fine, she thought as she looked at the wolf, who was finally beginning to be left alone. I don’t need to breathe, anyways.

With a little difficulty, Cora was able to stagger closer to the wolf, reach a hand out to the collar chained around his neck. He still had enough energy to growl at her as she approached, even enough to grab her arm and bare his teeth. Impressive, for the dosage he’d been given.

“Stop it,” she coughed out. She pressed her lips together as she felt blood in her mouth, electing to ignore it for now. Staring the wolf in the eyes, she kept her gaze just as steady and harsh as his. “What’s your name?”

The wolf narrowed his eyes, letting out another warning growl and beginning to lift its free hand. He could stab her through again if he wanted to, and he knew it.

“That’s enough,” she said sternly, leaning closer. “You’ve made your point. You proved your strength. Now stop being defiant, or you’ll get killed.”

She saw his eyebrows furrow. His ear flicked as he glanced towards Jaren on his throne, then back at Cora.

“Yes,” she admitted to him quietly, nodding slightly so Jaren wouldn’t see it. “He’s in charge. He’s impressed. He won’t be if you keep going.”

The two of them stared at each other, nobody daring to say a word. The others couldn’t tell if there was some sort of silent conversation, understanding being exchanged, or dominance being challenged. Even though the wolf was aggressive as a hellhound, Cora held firm, continuing to stare him down.

After a while, the wolf lifted her arm up in the air, letting it go slowly. He brought his hand back to the ground, standing up on all four feet to glare at Jaren.

A smug smile broke out on Jaren’s face as he leaned back in his chair. “Good dog,” he called down. His hand drifted over to card through Toni’s hair, and he smiled as she nudged her head to his palm. “Cora, put him with the other strongest. I’ll keep him.”

She let out a heavy sigh before she pulled herself to stand up as straight as she could. Her wounds were beginning to heal, so it was easier to talk, but it would be a few minutes at least for her to be able to heal her back completely. “Yes, Sire,” she replied, putting a hand onto the wolf’s shoulder. He growled out of instinct, but fell silent. She pushed at him, directing him to the other side of the clearing. “This way.”

One of the vampires drew closer, grabbing the chain of the collar that they had used to bring him to the clearing. They began to tug, but the wolf barked at them, grabbing the chain in his teeth and beginning to growl.

“Drop that, you idiot!” Cora hissed, smacking at the vampire’s hand. “He doesn’t need to be dragged, he can walk.”

The vampire raised an eyebrow at her. “Didn’t you just give him a seda-”

“And I tell you, he. Can. Walk,” she repeated, leaning on the wolf as she did so. “Out of the way. I need to make accommodations.”

Obediently, yet rolling their eyes, the vampires moved away from the werewolf, going to help their injured friend. As Cora tapped his shoulder, the wolf began to walk, allowing her to support herself on his side.

Once they were out of sight, Cora glanced over her shoulder. “You never told me your name,” she pointed out as she turned back around. “My name is Cora. I’m the head doctor. What’s yours?”

The wolf padded on silently, his head held high as he observed the camp. She thought he wouldn’t answer - most didn’t - but he glanced down at her with one warm brown eye.

“David,” the wolf said in the deep, growling voice of his wolf form. “My name is David.”

#whump #lady whump #pet whump #multiple whumpees #supernatural whumper #Magic whump #vampire whumper #werewolf whumpee #whump drabble #whump writing #whump scenario #Jaren's Puppy #tw: blood #tw: animal attack #Honestly this is one of my oldest characters being less of the asshole he used to be and more of the asshole he is now #just you wait