#whumper asks

[whumpcereal]

7, 11, 12 for Ivan the shithead?

7. Are you a sadist?

Ivan laughs. "What an ugly word. I also think that there's a distinction between sadism and an appreciation for aesthetics. Sadism is dependent on deriving pleasure from inflicting pain, right? That's not what I do. Not with Jackie, nor any of the partners I've had over the years. But my work with Jackie is delicate. It's the nature of what WRU is asking me to do. Yes, sometimes he's in pain. Sometimes, I have to remind him of his place. But that's what he signed up for. The fact that he looks gorgeous in the midst of those experiences? It doesn't mean that I'm aroused by his pain--but you'd have to be blind not to see how beautiful Jack is. I appreciate beauty. Nothing more."

11. Do you think that you’re doing the right thing?

"I'm doing what I was hired to do. I'm a behavioral scientist and a psychiatrist. WRU asked me to put my expertise to the test, and Jack signed the release forms. I think that imposing moral judgment on the situation is counterproductive. It's just business."

12. Are you lonely?

Ivan won't quite look at you. "I suppose I was once, but I'm not now. How could I be? Sweet Jackie is all mine. I think if you're concerned about someone being lonely, you should talk to Joe--but then, he brought that on himself, didn't he?"

#ivan peters oc #behavior modification #whumper asks #someone is delusional #and really terrifying

[letitbehurt]

Whumpee slips a note into a stranger’s palm, hoping they’ll understand the cry for help hastily scribbled on the scrap of paper.

But the stranger only smirks and hands the note to Whumper. “You should watch them a little closer.”

#the paralyzing fear Whumpee feels in that moment #watching Whumper’s expression shift as they read the note #that’s the good stuff #betrayal can still sting from a stranger #Whumpee will never ask for help again #whump

[whumpsoda]

i raise you, a vampire that always keeps their thrall in a sleepy/blissful state cause they think it’s endearing. especially since the thrall was previously a ball of anxiety that couldn’t relax whatsoever before the vampire intervened

WOHEO Masterlist

God, yes!! This is so good, thank you!!

cw: vampire whumper, human whumpee, hypnosis

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“How did you…?” the vampire watched as Malak clung to the couch, desperate to keep himself from toppling over. 

“I- please- I don’t-” the human’s eyes widened, his breath becoming frantic and short as he attempted to speak. His lip quivered, matching the tremble of his pale hands. 

Malak’s head throbbed, discombobulated and out of order from the whirlwind consuming him. It was as if he’d been pulled from a trance of heavenly paradise, suddenly unraveling the strings of his brain. Somehow, someway he couldn’t seem to grasp, he’d escaped the clutches of a mind-bending monster, one out to steal his autonomy to the highest degree.

Overwhelmed with the only urge to escape, one that had been weakened by the vampire’s strength, he had done his very best to obey. Fighting against his strangely heavy and uncoordinated body, he had tried so hard. A voice pounded in his head, screaming at him to liberate himself. 

Adrastus took a step forward, their hands held out to the other man in a comforting manner. “Darling, what happened?” Immediately, Malak attempted to run, instead slipping on his own feet, his legs far cumbersome to operate successfully.

Hitting the chill, wood flooring, an unfamiliar strike of pain cut through him. A whimper escaped his salty lips, wet from tears previously cascading down his red cheeks. In the blink of an eye, a pair of perfectly polished boots appeared level with his gaze.

He squealed, attempting to escape again, unsuccessfully. The sleepy weight of his body allowed for little movement, and thus he was easily captured by the monster. Inhumanly strong arms wrapped around his abdomen, lifting Malak into the arms of the vampire with a huff.

He desperately attempted to thrash in their hold, to no avail. While much too disoriented to resist successfully, Adrastus giggled at their discomfort. “It’s alright darling, I’m here now.” They soothed, inciting only more wiggling. They casually made their way around the couch, unbothered by the struggling man in their arms. 

Malak’s head spun, the concoction of anxiousness and panic twisting in his stomach. A jumble of thoughts overwhelmed him, incomprehensibly spiraling in his brain. He sputtered unintelligibly, coherent words melting on his tongue.

Adrastus plopped onto one cushion, gently sitting Malak on their lap. Before allowing the human a chance to make any move, no matter how feeble, they softly trailed a calming hand from Malak’s forehead, down to his chin, silencing their human immediately. “Hush, sweetie. No need to worry, I’ll fix you up, easy peasy.” They flashed the human a fang-filled smile.

Instantly, Malak’s brain liquified into a pile of goop. The whirlwind of awareness ceased, leaving only the commanding touch of the vampire. 

Adrastus slipped their hand from Malak’s back, gingerly draping him across their own lap. A wave of pleasure washed over him, settling and returning with each motion of Adrastus’ nimble fingers combing through his hair, lightly scratching at the surface of his scalp. With each repeat, the cloud in his mind only grew foggier, hazed with overwhelming bliss.

Drowsily, Malak adjusted his position, shifting his head to lay on Adrastus’ slender legs. “All better now, right?” In return, they merely received the slightest of a nod. 

“I’m so glad. I mean, I’m shocked as well!” Adrastus pinched at their human’s cheek sweetly. “How could such a feeble little mind like yours escape my power? I haven’t seen you remotely lucid in months!” they exclaimed.

The words simply flew right over Malak’s head, too enraptured in the urge to sleep to pay much attention. Absentmindedly, he grunted, and nuzzled closer into the lush fabric of the vampire’s sweater, basking in the warmth. “So sluggish, aren’t you? Just a sleepy little boy. A good little thrall.” They let out a light chuckle, continuing to pet their thrall to unconsciousness.

“My sleepy little boy, my good little thrall.” Malak’s heart practically soared at the praise. To his delight, Adrastus pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’re just adorable, all dazed and disoriented. I wouldn’t prefer my thrall any other way.”

“I mean, you enjoy it too don’t you? I can’t imagine how it must have felt escaping from such a long period of mindless bliss. Snapping into awareness must have been so terrifying.” Pouting, Adrastus delicately swiped away the last slick tear from Malak’s red cheeks. “That’s why you can’t let that happen again, alright? I couldn’t imagine what you did to allow your consciousness so close to the surface, but surely you’ve learned your lesson now?”

Malak nodded eagerly, shaken over the idea of displeasing the vampire. “Such confusing emotions of fear and distress just aren’t fit for a thrall as cute as you!” A wide, dull-eyed smile couldn’t help but spread across the human’s face. 

“Must’ve just been all that anxiousness stirring inside that tummy of yours. I'll be sure to arrange that a similar situation does not arise again.” The assurance was comforting, yet Malak couldn’t help but sense a slight anguish stirring inside him.

#asks :) #Don’t know how much I like this but I really wanted to get it done #whump #whumpblr #pet whump #Hypnosis whump #vampire whump #whump writing #My writing #vampire whumper #human whumpee #Malak oc #Adrastus oc #we only have each other

[whumpshaped]

The whumpee who loves the ASMR instructional videos, who would last 0.8 seconds in a vampire situation, finding themselves in a vampire situation. As they fall under the vampire's spell they start dreamily babbling about how nice it all is, just like their favorite videos, and the vampire decides to take advantage of this, brushing through their hair and touching their face and giving them simple little instructions to follow as the whumpee's mind melts -- until they tell the whumpee to tilt their neck...

-- @oliversrarebooks

tw vampire whumper, hypnosis, mind control

“N-no, no, please, no–” Whumpee desperately pushed against their attacker, trying to gain enough space to run past them, but it was no use. They were panicking worse than they ever had before, sobbing as they were cornered against the wall of an abandoned building. They didn’t think it’d be so dangerous to come out here. They were so stupid. “Please, I can give you my money, please don’t–”

“Shh, quiet now. Don’t make a fuss.”

Whumpee shivered at the gentle voice, half their fight leaving them as suddenly as it’d come. It was like being smacked in the back of the head with a shovel, it almost made them disoriented. “I won’t,” they choked out. “I won’t, so please, p-please don’t hurt me–”

“Still talking… So noisy…” Whumper caught their gaze, and Whumpee’s body went still. They couldn’t look away. The pleas died in their throat before they could’ve had a chance to utter them. “There you go. Nice and quiet. Let’s calm down now, hm?”

Whumpee nodded a little, mouth still slightly agape. Waves of comfort and relaxation washed over them, one after the other, disarming them further with every word. There was a pressure in the back of their head that just kept building, almost like a warm hand keeping them steady.

“That’s it. Keep looking into my eyes. You’re doing an excellent job for me.” Whumper cupped their cheeks, making sure they wouldn’t look away even as it became difficult to hold their head up. “Breathe in… and out. That’s it. So peaceful. So nice and quiet. So relaxed.”

Their eyes fluttered closed against their will, despite their desperate desire to keep looking into those gorgeous eyes. Whumper didn’t scold them for it; they merely kept petting them, their cheeks, their hair… It all felt so unbelievably nice. They barely registered as their head was tilted to the side for them, nor did they make an effort to suppress their content sigh as Whumper nuzzled against their neck.

“You’re doing so well,” Whumper murmured. “So good for me. Just keep breathing. In… and out. Just like that.”

The bite didn’t even hurt. Not when they were so relaxed.

#asks #oliversrarebooks #whump #whump drabble #vampire whumper #hypnosis #mind control

[whump-a-la-mode]

You’ve Heard of Scientist Whumpers, Now Get Ready for Scientist Whumpees!

Whumpee chained to their lab desk, working as the chain clinks with their movements

Whumpee being forced to keep up with ridiculous schedules, Whumper demanding impossible results in impossibly little time

Whumpee being monitored and abused by the guards in their own lab

Whumpee being forced to experiment on their friends

Whumpee sitting alone at night, after they’ve been locked in their cell, stitching up their own wounds

Whumpee working themself to exhaustion until they collapse in their lab, on their feet

Whumpee being held captive in their own lab, now taken over by Whumper

Whumpee being forced to go to conferences, pretending everything is okay, with Whumper by their side the whole time

Maybe Whumpee was once a mad scientist, a danger. Now, they’ve been captured, and the heroes intend on making them work. But, what if the heroes aren’t so nice after all?

Whumpee being beaten and reminded what a monster they are, and that this is the only way they can ever be worth anything to the world

Whumpee being forced to watch as their work is destroyed and they have to start over

Whumpee being too traumatized to ever return to their profession, trembling at the very sight of a beaker

#whump #whumpee #whumper #whumpblr #scientist whumpee #whump prompt #whump ask game #whump writing #whump community #hero villain whumpee #villain whump #hero villain whump

[whump-in-the-closet]

Hear me out (again).

Superhero whump, where VIllian’s power is to hurt people with touch.

So, basically, Villian can torture Hero for hours without having to stop because they aren’t hurting Hero’s physical body (if that makes sense?)

(And what if, since it doesn’t leave scars nobody believes Hero later?)

DUDE YES. YESYES YES. there is so much angst and suffering

At first, Hero didn’t understand why Villain wore gloves. Then Villain traced the tip of their finger over Hero’s jaw, and it made sense.

If someone had shoved a cattle prod under their skin, it would have hurt less. The pain was electric, and throbbed through their entire body— pounding behind their eyes—sinking deeper than any physical blow.

Hero didn’t realize they were shaking until Villain laughed softly. “Why, I’ve only touched you.”

Villain wrapped a hand around Hero’s wrist, watching as they jerked back against their restraints, back arching in a silent scream. “I thought you were tougher than that,” said Villain and took hold of Hero’s other wrist. This time, Hero cried out— the sound more animal than human.

The torture session lasted six hours. After, Villain pulled out a handheld mirror. Hero didn’t know what they expected to see but…they looked the same. Like the past six hours never happened.

The second session lasted seven hours. After the fifth, Hero stopped screaming because their voice no longer worked.

“It’s not like you have information I want,” Villain told them. “This is just fun.”

When Hero’s teammates find them, they expect Hero to be battered, beaten, unrecognizable. Sure, Hero was chained to a table, but they looked fine. They had deep purple bags under their eyes and looked terrified, but other than that? they looked fine.

“You couldn’t manage to get of here on your own?”

They undo Hero’s restraints but make no other effort to help them.

Later, no one notices how Hero flinches from touch.

Hero doesn’t allow anyone to place a hand on them. Ever. Everyone assumes Hero is simply paranoid. But when it continues, the team grows tired.

“You’re fine. Villain didn’t even hurt you.”

“You really expect us to believe you got hurt in there? The medic’s report said you had no physical damage.”

“Stop trying to make us pity you. It’s not working”

Hero looks in the mirror and tries, desperately, to find any sign of the electric pain they endured. There’s nothing. Their eyes are emptier though, glassy and cold.

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump ideas #whump community #whump scenario #troy talks #thanks for the ask anon you’re so right for this #hero whumpee #hero and villain #villain whumper #team dynamic

[oddsconvert]

Mute Whumpee having been forced into silence until they hear a certain “permission” code word.

Caretaker thinking that Whumpee is just mute from trauma now, and after about a week into their rescue they accidentally let that word slip and next thing they know, Whumpee is sobbing and apologizing and pleading-

Caretaker always liked the peace and quiet.

The sound of his own footsteps down an empty hallway, the creak of the floorboards beneath him, the soft whirring of the air conditioning unit in the corner. He liked the way the silence seemed to wrap around him like a blanket, shielding him from the outside world. He liked the way he could hear himself think, hear his own thoughts crystal clear when it was nice and quiet. When there were no distractions. When Caretaker could just be, without worrying about anything or anyone else.

Solitude is a blessing. Caretaker wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the whole wide world.

Caretaker used to like the peace and quiet…at least, before Whumpee fell into his lap.

The silence is now deafening, ear-piercing. The birds have stopped singing, the only sound is the wind rustling through the crunchy leaves scattered on the ground outside. The air is still and heavy, and the only movement is slow, steady drip of rainwater from the trees.

It is a silence that is full of fear and anticipation, and it is a silence that is waiting for something to happen. The quiet sounds like failure and disappointment. Another day blurs past in the blink of an eye - another day where he’s no closer to Whumpee speaking. Caretaker doesn’t even know the name of the man he rescued from the pits of hell, nor does he know his story. He doesn’t know the sound of Whumpee’s voice. If he has a family and friends, searching day and night to bring him home.

Whumpee is a mystery to Caretaker. And Caretaker is a mystery to Whumpee.

Caretaker peeks through the crack in the door, checking on Whumpee as he sleeps…on the floor. Whumpee lies huddled on the cold, hard ground, ignoring the perfectly made bed in the corner of the room. Like he’s not allowed to sleep in it. He writhes and flinches in his sleep, kicking his legs and whimpering like a dreaming dog. Whumpee is in there, somewhere, even if Caretaker can’t reach him just yet. He has tried everything he can think of, lost countless nights of sleep tossing and turning, and thought of every way to pull himself out of the darkness in his head, but nothing seems to work.

Whumpee suddenly awoke with a start, screaming and covered in cold-sweat, his eyes darting in horror around the room. Dark circles hang beneath his eyes, every inch of him vibrates in terror. When he spots Caretaker lingering in the doorway, he flinches and chokes on a sob.

“Hey, hey! Shhh, you’re okay!” Caretaker bursts through the doorway, rushing over to Whumpee’s side, “You were having another nightmare-”

Caretaker rubs Whumpee’s back as he heaves for air, “Would you like me to stay?”

Whumpee smiles, but it does not reach his teary eyes. His muscles tense like a spring about to bounce, and still he nods his head in agreement. Or submission.

Somewhere, somehow - Whumpee must understand and realise that this is safety. Caretaker is safety. His wounds and gashes are scabbing and closing, dark bruises fading into his pale skin. His belly warm and full. The dog collar strapped tight to his throat when Caretaker found him - long gone. Caretaker burned it.

“I’m so sorry. I wish I knew how to help -” Caretaker holds Whumpee's face, cupping his cheek.

There’s that damn silence again. Whumpee sniffles and wipes at his nose, refusing to even look at Caretaker now. He has all the answers, just not the words to reveal them. So close yet so far.

“I want you to know I will never hurt you, Whumpee. I just want to help… I just…I just want you to heal-”

Whumpee’s eyes go wide with horror, and he freezes like a statue. Caretaker can hear their heart racing in both their chests. Before Caretaker could stop him, Whumpee is kneeling at Caretaker’s feet, wrapping his arms around his legs, clinging like a baby koala and bursting into tears.

“Th-Thank you! Oh, thank you s-sir - thank god!” Whumpee wails, his voice deep, hoarse and scratchy. Caretaker can hardly believe his ears. It feels like a fever dream. Whumpee just spoke. What just happened?! What changed?!

“Whu-Whumpee?!” Caretaker gasps.

“I’m so sorry sir!!! I waited - and waited and…and I tried! I tried so hard to be good. I thought you’d never say it- I thought you'd never release me-”

"Release-"

"Heel. You - You told me to heel-" Whumpee slumps back onto the heels of his feet, sitting by Whumper's heels, his hands folded limp in front of his chest - begging. "My release word. I-I did good? I didn't speak, sir!!!"

"No…" Caretaker falters, "No, you didn't."

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Drabble taglist: @whatwasmyprevioususername  @whumpsday  @sparrowsage  @whumperfully  @wolves-and-winters @canislycaon24 @happy-little-sadist @darkthingshappen

#SORRY THIS IS BAD #AND THIS ASK IS FROM LAST YEAR #BUT INSPO STRUCK #whump #whump writing #answered asks #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #captivity #caretaker #pet whumpee #recovery whump #mute whumpee #scar mention #whump drabble #whump prompt

[kabie-whump]

Hi! I started following you recently and I LOVE your writing!!! May I make a request? I'd love to see your take on a yandere vampire whumper keeping a darling human whumpee in captivity. Maybe they see Whumpee as both a bloodbag and a companion/pet?

Only if you want to!!

Thanks so much! I'm sorry this took so long but I finally found time to come back to this! All hail spring break!

Content: hypnosis, ex-vampire hunter whumpee, pet/bloodbag whumpee, intimate whumper, vampire whumper, memory loss, gaslighting

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"Is there someone outside?"

Surprised, Whumper glances down at Whumpee, who blinks groggily as they wake. They usually stay out for longer after Whumper feeds on them. Maybe the noise woke them.

Whumper runs their fingers through Whumpee's hair. "Yes, darling. Someone's trying to take you away from me again. But don't worry - my hounds are taking care of it."

There's a distant, muffled scream. Whumpee flinches, their eyes going wide as they sit up. They'd left a dark patch of drool in the fabric of Whumper's pants, but Whumper doesn't mind at all.

"Wait... I know that voice. Who's out there?"

Whumper acts quickly, grabbing Whumpee's face and turning them to force eye contact. They can't let their most treasured companion remember that those humans used to be their friends; that Whumpee used to be a vampire hunter along with them.

"No one important," Whumper insists, pouring a sprinkle of magic into their words. "They're bad people. They want to take you away and hurt you."

It's always so cute to watch the effects of the hypnosis weigh Whumpee down, relaxing their anxious mind. Their pupils dilate until the color of Whumpee's eyes shows in only barely visible rings. Their breathing slows down. Their shoulders slump.

"'Kay," Whumpee whispers. "Sorry. I... got confused."

Whumper presses a kiss to their forehead. "It's alright, pet. I'll take care of everything. No need to worry. No need to even think."

Whumpee nods sleepily, allowing Whumper to pick up their wrist and examine the fresh bite mark. It's already scabbing over nicely. Whumper doesn't like biting their wrists, but their neck is so covered in marks now that they'll have to wait for some of those bites to heal before they can make more.

"Does it hurt?" Whumper asks as they kiss right next to the wound.

Whumpee shrugs, then nods. "A little," they admit. "I'm dizzy."

"Aw, I'm so sorry. You know I hate having to hurt you, don't you?"

"You'll die otherwise, right?" Whumpee asks hopefully. "You need me?"

"Yes. I need you to keep me alive, and you need me to keep you calm. You're much better off as my companion than you were before."

Whumpee's brow creases. "What was I before? I don't remember."

Whumper hums, pulling Whumpee into a gentle hug. "No one at all, dearest." Definitely not one of the city's most renouned vampire hunters, they think with a smirk. "No one at all."

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#whump #whump community #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump ideas #whumpee #vampire whump #intimate whumper #hypnosis whump #brainwashing #cw blood #pet whumpee #bloodbag whumpee #vampire whumper #whump ask

[whumpwillow]

Okay but think of a villain, madly in love with his hero. So much so that he was changing his evil ways and becoming a better person and feeling genuine joy after so many years of pain and loneliness. He was reluctant at first but now the hero’s arms are the only place he feels completely safe in.

But to the hero it was only a plan to have him under control. And when they get what they want they just give him up to the authorities, betrayed, alone, possibly badly mistreated in prison. And he just stares, taking the kicks and punches without saying a word. Because of course that was bound to happen, he's a horrible criminal

Bonus if eventually hero regrets it and misses him and goes to save him but he already seems so broken

bestie that’s literally so mean

#love it tho #whump #whump prompt #willow answers #answered asks #whump prompts #whumpee #whump tropes #basically villain whumpee will always be the best #villain whumpee #villain whump #betrayal whump #hero whumper #hero x villain

[whumpcereal]

For Ivan: 18? 47? 55?

18. Favorite punishment method?

"Punishment is something I am careful about administering. It must be done in the moment, or the subject will not learn to associate their problematic behavior with the aversive stimulus. And Jackie is a very good boy. I haven't had to punish him all that much. Really, I spend more time rewarding him, making him feel good. But when I do have to discourage certain behaviors, the shock collar really is quick and effective--and Jack is beautiful when the current hits him just right."

47. Do you see [Whumpee] as human?

"Of course I do. I'm an expert in human behavior; I don't work with rats or pigeons or monkeys. That's the appeal. It's fascinating to watch the human mind come undone the way that darling Jack's has started to. I'm looking forward to observing just how capable he is of rational thought or self-regulation after our work together. The data should be most illuminating."

55. Are you aware that you’re an abomination to this earth?

"People are always critical of those who dedicate themselves to uncovering life's most essential truths. Think of Socrates or Galileo. I think's rather draconian to call someone an abomination just for seeking knowledge."

#ivan peters oc #the sigmund freud of whump #and apparently the galileo and socrates as well #proud of being humble #behavior modification #whumper asks

[montammil]

Whumper who wouldn't dare hurt a hair on Whumpee's head. No, they love them so much, they'd kill for them without an ounce of hesitation--and they have.

When Whumper accidentally roughs Whumpee up, they're apologizing frantically and cradling them, almost in tears. Even when it's not their fault, they're panicking over their beloved Whumpee.

But just because they wouldn't physically hurt them doesn't mean they won't kidnap them, threaten their loved ones, and keep them locked in the basement.

#whump #whump prompt #whump idea #whump scenario #creepy whumper #yandere whumper #carewhumper #whumper x whumpee #whumpee x whumper #aka my favorite kind of whumper #sorry i've been so inactive lately #i'll answer asks soon i've just been so busy T_T #tw kidnapping

[abhainnwhump]

Whumpees who would rather be tortured than ask for help.

They can handle beatings, floggings, illnesses, and other violence. They can help others. But someone helping them? Oh hell no. Never.

Whumpee is so paranoid of being seen as weak that they would rather suffer to their own negative thoughts. If they do need help, they make excuses and overwork themselves just so they don't feel shame.

Whumper takes full advantage of their fears. They ask if Whumpee needs medical assistance or mental support and they just start panicking. Whumper loves it.

Whumpee does not.

#whump #whump prompt #whumpblr #whump tropes #intimate whumper #whump stuff #defiant whumpee #stoic whumpee #stubborn whumpee #may or may not be projecting #because a teacher asked if I need help on my final project and my fight or flight senses ACTIVATED

[whumpshaped]

Whumpee lives an uncanny, perfect life with Whumper. They start to question whether the pills they take every day are really migraine pills at all.

content: domestic whump, noncon drugging, intimate whumper, paranoia (but not baseless)

It was a strange thought. A strange, disturbing thought that made Whumpee feel like they were going crazy.

They stared at the pills in their hand like it was the first time they'd seen them, turning them back and forth with their thumb. There was nothing unusual about them, really. They were the same pills they'd taken every time the migraine struck. And yet, they seemed so... foreign.

"Everything alright, dear?" their spouse asked from the table. "You look worried. Or is the migraine bad today?"

"I'm okay, honey. Thank you." Whumpee set the medication back down on the counter. "Actually, the migraine is thankfully fading. Hopefully, it won't come back any time soon."

Whumper furrowed their brows, the perfect picture of the concerned significant other. "If it's still just fading, then you should probably take that last two. Just in case."

"I think I'm okay. I don't want to waste them." They sat down at the table, feeling the tiniest twinge of fear as their spouse's intense gaze fixed on them.

"I'm worried about you," they said softly. "I'd rather you waste a whole box for nothing than be without them when you need them for fear of 'being too expensive'. You know I'd give an arm and a leg to make those migraines stop for you, money is no obstacle."

"I know, sweetheart. Thank you." They reached across the table, prompting Whumper to take their extended hands. "But I'm okay. I really am."

Whumper stared at them for a long, uncomfortable moment before they finally smiled. "Alright. You know best."

Whumpee left for the pharmacy as soon as their spouse was gone. They bought a bottle of the medication they were apparently taking for their migraine, frantically pouring the pills out onto the counter.

They looked nothing like their medication.

~

this is one of my last drabbles here, please feel free to follow me on my new blog @sowhumpshaped

#asks #whump #whump drabble #domestic whump #noncon drugging #intimate whumper #paranoia

[whumpsoda]

I raise that anon who raised you.

Vampire keeps their thrall hypnotized so they do all the chores without making a fuss and so they don't accidentally hurt themselves bruising or spilling any of their precious blood.

Whumpee breaks out of it randomly by something silly like a sneeze and comes back to hella confusing circumstances.

WOHEO Masterlist

Love this sm. Kinda mad cause I wrote all of it and then realized I was originally gonna go in a very different direction😭

cw: hypnosis, dehumanization, vampire whumper, human whumpee

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Nevan smiled contentedly to himself as a pile of dust flew into the pan. The broom, brittle and old scratched against the hardwood flooring of the mansion. Satisfied, he carefully poured the dust pan’s contents into a nearby trash can.

He had almost done all of the cleaning for the abode, the only room left being one of the many dedicated for storage. Nevan always felt exceedingly proud of himself for fulfilling his sanitation duties so well, even if there wasn’t much to clean when he repeated the same tasks every single day.

Darius liked his home spotless, and Nevan was more than happy to oblige to the wills of his master. Cleaning was the one thing he was notably good at, subsequently making it his sole job in Darius’ home. Besides being a food source, of course.

Transferring to the next room to be cleaned, Nevan was giddy with the thought of receiving his promised reward. 

Cleaning was his purpose, his sole job in life, so there was really no need for a reward. Yet, Darius was so kind hearted and generous, that he always promised his thrall a reward for his work. Whether it be presenting him with another place to cleanse or an extra feeding for that week, Nevan was over the moon simply with knowing he had pleased the vampire.

Nevan studied the mess he was presented with. The storage rooms were always a bit arduous to take care of, mainly due to the overwhelming clutter that had formed over centuries. 

He began with a smaller brush, sweeping the tops of boxes and junk. Before he knew it, whatever dirt inhabited the room had unsurprisingly mixed with the air, floating into and itching at his nostrils. 

He leaned his head back, readying himself for a sneeze.

Seering pain sliced through his brain as his body forcibly doubled over, almost as if splitting his head in half. Nevan clutched his head desperately, stumbling and slipping over his feet. He pulled frantically at his hair, the agony spreading to his scalp as well.

The human dropped onto sore knees, expelling a distraught whine. He panted heavily, attempting to settle himself. 

Luckily, after an endless repetition of deep, calming breaths, the pain subsided into a faint throb. Nevan groaned, rubbing at his tear prickled eyes. Out of reach thoughts danced inside his mind, too rapid to be coherent.

Holding his head in one hand, he forced open his soggy eyes. Gazing down at his own lap, confusion began to settle in.

How did-? Why was he…? Cleaning supplies?

Clutching the short broom in his hand, he noticed what was under it. “What?” He groaned, grabbing at the fabric covering his lower body. Whatever it was, it was large, frilly, and itchy, a terrible combination.

Nevan felt around, pressing his palms to the floor and pushing himself onto wobbly legs. He clung to a tall stack of cardboard boxes, his knees buckling. He took in the room, filled to the brim with piled up rubbish. 

Particularly, Nevan’s gaze landed on a long, thin mirror several feet away. He shuddered, digesting the image of the figure reflected. 

It was him. The reflection held Nevan’s eyes, Nevan’s moles, Nevan’s nose, yet they looked so different. Like a failed clone. His hair was lengthy with a healthy shine, his face and body meticulously clean shaven, and he wore a grand, luxurious dress. 

Worrying of all, were the achining wounds in his neck. Red, oozing and sore, Nevan gaped at the sight.

It couldn’t be him. Nevan didn’t do those things. He kept his hair short and easily manageable, he never gave a second thought to body and facial hair, and he sure as hell had never been very comfortable in a dress. He began grabbing at the excessive tool covering his thighs, trying to ease the irritation on his skin.

Once again, the burning sensation returned full force, tearing apart his brain in a wave of remembrance. 

Fear settled over him, a whimper catching in his throat. He was in a vampire’s home. Caught in a web of mind-bending magic, and by some miracle had broken through. His breathing quickened, short and frantic. 

What would he do? What could he do? If he got caught, there wasn’t a chance he’d ever get the opportunity to escape again. Maybe the monster would be so angry, they’d kill him.

“Nevan? Are you almost finished with your chores?” His heart stopped. Nevan lifted a trembling hand to his mouth, pushing his back against the objects behind him. “Where are you?” They called. 

Nevan slid down the boxed, landing on his bottom. Darius was close. Too close. If he tried to leave now, he would surely be caught, but the same was ensured if he didn’t.

Footsteps picked up, the clicking sound of Darius’ heels growing closer. “There you are.” Carefully, Nevan turned his head to face the beast, meeting a wicked grin. “Are you ready for your reward? I’m especially hungry today.” They said, adjusting the collar of their jacket.

Nevan let out a whimper and a snivel, alarms blaring inside his head. The vampire paused, studying him, his smile contorting into a confused frown. “What’s wrong? What did you do? You shouldn’t look like that.” 

Darius reached their hand out, taking several steps toward the human. Instinctively, Nevan hysterically crawled in the opposite direction, knocking over a pile of random contents. 

Darius met the other man’s stare, his eyes just as wide-eyed as Nevan. Slowly, as if faced with a wild animal, he descended to the floor, resting one knee to the ground. As the human continued to make a mess, Darius reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a glistening little item between two fingers.

Nevan recognized it instantly, squealing with terror as he violently shook his head. “Please! Don’t, please, I can’t-!” Ignoring the human’s pleads, Darius lightly began ringing the tiny bell in his hand. 

The ringing, no matter how light, how delicate, held a commanding, unexplainable presence. Betrayed by his own body, Nevan was unable to cover his ears as means of blocking the noise. The sound was soft, almost musical, causing Nevan’s terrified heart to flutter against his will.

“Come here, little servant.” The vampire sang. He began to lean into the constant ringing, as well as the glossy voice of his owner. “That’s right, return back to master.” Darius beckoned him over, settling onto both knees comfortably. 

The matter of his mind was melting, replaced with the weight of the bell’s authority. Lazily, the terrified shake if his body liquefying, Nevan shifted onto his hands and knees. Mesmerized by the sound licking his ears, he clumsily crawled closer, to Darius’ satisfaction.

“Good boy, almost there. Nothing is more important than the bell, isn’t that right?” The movement of the object never ceased. 

He smiled. That was right. It was Nevan’s bell, captivating and alluring. The only thing possibly more significant was Darius.

He soon reached the vampire, resting onto his knees with glazed over eyes. Darius gently placed the bell to the floor, ending the loop of hypnotic noise. He tenderly cupped Nevan’s cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

The vampire took a moment to adjust Nevan’s body, picking up limbs and turning his face as if he was searching for something. After a moment, he let out a sigh of relief. “I would’ve been very upset if you managed to lose some of your delectable blood in all that panic. Fortunate for you, it seems you didn’t.”

Nevan would’ve been utterly distraught had he made such a mistake. What a terrible thrall he was even risking it. “Now, are you ready for your reward?” He nuzzled into his master’s comforting touch.

In no other universe could he have been more ready.

#This one didn’t really turn out as good as I had hoped :/ #whump #pet whump #brainwashing #mind control whump #whump writing #asks :) #My writing #vampire whumper #vampire whump #vampire #human whumpee #hypnosis #whumpblr #Nevan oc #Darius oc #we only have each other

[whumpninja]

Ask Me About…Vampire Whump!

That’s right, the first ask game in this project is for you, Fang Gang! (I’ve accepted using that name for vampire whump creators.) Since vampire whump takes so many different forms, I’ve split the twenty questions in this ask game into different categories. So no matter what type you write, there’ll be questions that match your characters! Stick to one section, or mix them up- whatever fits your OCs best!

I’m accepting suggestions for next week’s ask game genre, and soon the “order form” for custom ask games will be up! Hope it isn’t a pain in the neck waiting a bit longer, but while you do, sink your fangs into these delicious questions!

Warning: these are whumpy questions, so they involve some dark content! Blood, death, et cetera.

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QUESTIONS FOR A VAMPIRE WHUMPER

🦟- what’s your favorite blood type?

🍷- how does your thrall/bloodbag/juicebox’s blood taste?

⏳- what is it like being so powerful and/or immortal?

🩸- what do you think of humans?

🦇- do you have any remorse?

QUESTIONS FOR A VAMPIRE WHUMPEE

🫗- do you still get to drink blood?

🧛🏻‍♂️- what was your life like before this?

🕸️- are you a monster?

☀️- what’s the worst thing that’s been done to you?

🌙- what would you do first if you could escape?

QUESTIONS FOR A VAMPIRE HUNTER

🧄- what weakness do you exploit the most against vampires?

💀- how many vampires have you killed?

😈- what’s your motivation for being a hunter?

⚰️- what’s the best way to deal with a vampire, in your opinion?

🕷️- have you had any close calls?

QUESTIONS FOR A THRALL/BLOODBAG/JUICEBOX

🥀- are you happy?

🦷- do you like being fed from?

👠- is your owner/master cruel to you?

🗝️- if you were to try to escape, how would you do it?

🪦- do you think you’ll die here?

#whump #vampire whump #vampire whumper #vampire whumpee #bloodbag whumpee #vampire hunter #whump ask game #ask me about #jack be whumpy

[fern-writes-whump]

Favorite trope? Trauma reveal

Hi ✨️

Look I'm a sucker for this happening on accident, better writers than me can make the characters have a good talk, but not in this house!

Whumpee gets drunk and ends up having a breakdown in front of caretaker! Extra points if they're not in the condition to actually explain what is happening. Caretaker might try and get them to bed at that point but going to bed means fast-forwarding to tomorrow and tomorrow means talking so No Thank You!

Whumpee who's having a flashback over something seemingly mundane and now has to either find an improbable excuse for what's happening or come clean about their past.

They meet whumper out and about in the street! Caretaker has no idea why whumpee seems so terrified of this random stranger, they look so nice!

Nightmares! I'm always a big fan of nightmares :D

Caretaker tries to surprise whumpee but ends up instead startling them and Oh No! Now they have to explain how they know martial arts?? what is going on??

Caretaker is helping them clean and finds old photos of them <3

So yes, trauma reveal, good stuff :] Thank you for the ask!!

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