#star’s a whumper now

[flowersarefreetherapy]

Shadow of Stars: Chapter 5

CW: Blood, drugging (in a way?? Like the vampire drugging stuff), biting, everything that comes with vampires feeding (idk how to tag that), whumper pov, dubcon themes

Daniel stares at him, his dark eyes both hungry and hesitant. Star keeps his arm outstretched, waiting even as his fingers start to go numb. If Daniel doesn’t hurry up, there isn’t going to be any blood left in the limb to feed on. 

“You’re serious?” Daniel breathes. 

“Would I have, have offered if I was, wasn’t?”

Daniel lunges across the cell faster than he can track with his gaze. Cold fingers wrap around Star’s arm and he sucks in a breath at the proximity. This is closer than they’ve been in days. Under the smell of filth and blood, Star catches the scent of warm straw that clings to him.

“Are you sure?” Daniel whispers, but he doesn’t look up at Star, gaze focused on his arm. “I don’t want to if you aren’t sure.”

“I, I, I’m sure,” Star breathes, clenching his free hand into a fist.

Daniel’s warm breath ghosts across his skin as he bends down, tongue darting out to lick at Star’s skin. His knees go weak and he grips the silver bars to remain standing. Time seems to slow, his world narrowing to a point as Daniel lowers his mouth to his skin. Teeth scrape raised lines across his flesh and Star shudders. 

Instantly, Daniel pulls back, though his chest is heaving. “Are you alright?”

Star nods, not trusting himself to speak. If he opens his mouth, he’s afraid all the words he can’t say will come tumbling out. He can’t be trusted like this. Not with Daniel so close and fantasies taking over his mind and damnit, does he want to be pinned to these bars so badly, to provide the protection between them and Daniel. 

“If you’re sure . . .”

Star nods again and Daniel bites his arm. Agony shoots up his arm, but it lasts for half a breath before a soothing sensation follows. Star sags against the bars, staring listlessly at the floor as a sense of peace flows over him, deeper and stronger than any rest he’s had before. He can feel the blood pumping through his veins, moving faster as Daniel drinks his fill. 

Through heavy-lidded gaze, Star watches Daniel. A few drops run down his arm, splattering to the floor in Daniel’s haste. He drinks like a starving man, digging his teeth deeper into Star’s arm, the pearly white turning red with fresh blood. Slowly, color returns to his face, restoring the mantle of humanity he wears. As if moving through honey, Star reaches out and curls his fingers in Daniel’s matted hair. He runs his fingers through the blood and grease-clotted hair with a hum.

His eyelids grow even heavier. Daniel’s heavy breathing sounds above him. When did he get to the floor? How did he end up here? It doesn’t matter. Star’s shoulder twists, arm held at an uncomfortable angle above him. He feels Daniel’s fingers dig into his skin, but not the pain. It’ll leave bruises. He’ll have to explain it. No, he doesn’t. This is fine. There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just Daniel, he loves him, they’re supposed to be together. He’s a Shadow. That means nothing. 

Star’s head rests against the bars. They’re cool and smooth against the side of his face, shining in the sunlight. Beautiful. Like Daniel. He wants Daniel to kiss him. Why isn’t Daniel kissing him?

“Oh darkness! Star!”

Someone’s finger taps his face. He smells copper. That’s alright, Daniel needs to eat. He’s supposed to be bleeding.

“Damnit, damnit, you should have accounted for size! You fool!”

Daniel. Daniel is panicking about something. Fool. Star blinks his eyes open to Daniel’s face as close to his as he can get with the silver bars. His mouth is smeared with blood, streaking to one side like he tried to wipe it off. Star’s gaze drifts to his arm. It is perfectly healed, with only two small scars to show where Daniel’s teeth were.

“Oh thank the darkness, you’re alive. I’m sorry, Star, I forgot that you’ve never been fed on before. It’s always a dangerous procedure the first time and I didn’t think–nevermind. Can you talk?”

The floating feeling that held him is starting to fade. Star nods, forcing his mouth to open. 

“Y-yes.”

“Good, good, I was worried-”

“Kiss, kiss me, Daniel.”

“. . . what?”

“Kiss me.” Star tips his head back enough to smile up at Daniel, whose eyes are wide. He looks afraid, but Star can read the desire he tries to hide. “You know, know you want t-to. Kiss me.”

“Star, I-I can’t.” Daniel scoots back, pain falling across his face. “You–you sentenced me to days in the sun! All these burns, this pain, it’s because of you!”

Oh. Right. He did decree that. Star pushes himself upright, drawing his hand back. He stares at the small scars and flushes at the memory of Daniel’s fangs buried deep in his flesh. What would it be like to have whatever drug that was released directly into his neck? To have Daniel’s hands around his throat and–no, that fantasy doesn’t feel right. If anything, it should be Daniel on his knees, begging Star for the chance to taste blood, if only a drop. 

“I know,” he whispers hoarsely. “I, I, I know.”

“You know. Of course you do. A high and mighty king, having to do what’s best for his people, is that it?”

Star nods. Really, he’s only half listening. What would it be like, to have Daniel at his beck and call like that? What would it be like to have Daniel muzzled, collared, at his feet? On full display of the kingdom? His property. 

“And now you think a few paltry words will change my mind?”

Chains clink as Daniel holds up his wrists and all Star can picture is the soft strips of fabric they used in Daniel’s house, how he taught Star to tie knots and then he taught himself new ones because Daniel escaped those too easily. But cuffs . . . Daniel, chained to his bed, in his room. That is something else entirely. 

And it is fully within his grasp. 

“I’ve, I’ve changed my mind.” Star looks up, a heady feeling rushing over him. “I want, want, want you freed.”

“You’re letting me go?” Daniel doesn’t sound convinced. He’s always been too smart for his own good. 

Star chuckles. “Go? N-no, no, who said any, anything about leaving?”

“Star, what are you talking about?”

A muzzle, new clothes, a collar? Do I dare go that far? Yes, it would look wonderful. 

Star stands and blows a kiss to Daniel. The drugged feeling gives him more courage than before. 

“You, you, you’ll see. It’ll be f-fun, I, I promise.”

Tagging: @blood-is-compulsory @darkthingshappen @pigeonwhumps @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @whumpinggrounds (let me know if you want to be added/removed!)

[whumpacabra]

Hey! For the ask game!

🍏 - How do you get inspiration for whump?

Ooo that’s actually kinda difficult to answer…I have blog notifications on for a few of my favorite whump blogs for their prompts/taste in whump, but that alone rarely gets me in the zone. Reading outside my whump comfort zone (aside from squicks/things I’ve tried and didn’t like) has definitely inspired a lot of my whump writing lately; there’s always new tropes and dynamics to explore! I’ve also been going back to childhood favorites I haven’t revisited in a while - Star Wars did something very whumpy to my brain as a child and it just gets the right neurons firing for me.

[whumpthemusical]

Whump: The Musical Prompts!!

As stated before, this challenge will run from March 1- March 31, 2024. All fandoms are welcome to participate despite it being prompts based off of musicals. Once again, all types of media are allowed. This challenge has the standard "choose one for the day" style, but feel free to do all three prompts if that's what you want to do!! All types of whump are allowed, but please be respectful to your fellow audience members and properly tag it!! Some of these prompts are sensitive, so make sure you warn your readers correctly! There will be an ao3 collection and an FAQ post coming soon, so if you have any further questions or comments about this challenge, feel free to drop me a line. Happy writing, my beautiful ingénues, and enjoy the show :)))

The prompts will be listed under the cut for those who have difficulty reading fonts!!

Cats- Sabotage • Second Chances • "I Can Dream Of The Old Days."

Wicked- Mob Mentality • Propaganda • "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished."

Jesus Christ Superstar- Whipping • Betrayal • "Then I Was Inspired, Now I'm Sad And Tired."

Les Mis- Survivor's Guilt • Failure • "Drink With Me To Days Gone By."

Heathers- Poison • Reluctant Whumper • "Wanna fight for me?"

Newsies- Chronic Pain • Exploitation • "Let 'Em Laugh In My Face, I Don't Care."

The Last Five Years- Infidelity • Gaslighting • "I Will Not Lose Because You Can't WIn."

Hadestown- Deals • Doomed Narrative • "Doubt Comes In."

Sweeney Todd- False Imprisonment • Razors • "Have You Decided It's Safer In Cages?"

Rent- Substance Abuse • Poverty • "Feels Too Much Damn Like Home."

Bare: A Pop Opera- Outing • Religious Trauma • "Please, See Me."

Waitress- Unplanned Pregnancy • Abuse • "She Is Broken And Won't Ask For Help."

Tick Tick Boom- Atychiphobia • Working To Exhaustion • "Is This Real Life?"

Dear Evan Hansen- Deception • Broken Bone • "Words Fail."

West Side Story- Star-Crossed Lovers • Prejudices • "A Boy Who Kills Cannot Love."

Come From Away- Stranded • Aftermath • "Blankets And Bedding And Maybe Some Food."

Spring Awakening- Withheld Information • Suicide  • "I Don't Scream, Though I Know It's Wrong."

Hamilton- Hurricane  • Dueling • "I Will Kill Your Friends And Family To Remind You Of My Love."

Falsettos- Sickness • Identity Issues • "Death Is Not A Friend."

Into The Woods- Blame • Lost • "Nothing But A Vast Midnight."

The Great Comet- Abduction • Letters • "Did You Love That Bad Man?"

In The Heights- Grief • Homesickness • "I Know That I'm Letting You Down."

Be More Chill- Mind Manipulation • Panic Attack • "Everything About Me Makes Me Want To Die."

Moulin Rouge- Class Differences • Sex Work • "Come What May."

Chicago- Cold Blood • Trial • "He Had It Coming."

Six- Execution • Trauma Bonding • "Playtime's Over."

Ride The Cyclone- Unexpected Tragedy • Forgotten Whumpee • "I Hear The Anguish Of The Street."

The Rocky Horror Show- Obsession • Wrong Place, Wrong Time • "I've Seen Blue Skies Through The Tears."

Nerdy Prudes Must Die- Bullying • Ritual • "Who Will Pray For You?"

Jekyll And Hyde- Duality • Good Vs Evil • "If I Die, You'll Die."

Phantom Of The Opera- Disfiguration • Shunned • "My Power Over You Grows Stronger Yet."

[bitchaknso]

whumpee used to be really selfish and egoistic before the torture. eating something that wasn't from a 5 stars restaurant was unthinkable.

after the torture, well, they're not the same. they're now humble and they accept whatever whumper gives them, even if their ego is hurt.

when they're rescued by caretaker, caretaker doesn't know about whumpee's life before the torture. whumpee doesn't talk unless is necessary, either. caretaker was still learning to cook, and they give whumpee a meal that is a a bit burned in the edges and apologize deeply to whumpee.

whumpee eats it. the food is warm, it has a delicious taste of not expired food, and it's not poisoned. whumpee eats quietly, enjoying the feeling.

caretaker thinks that whumpee's silence is because they don't like the food and starts apologizing.

"it's perfect" whumpee whispers, looking at the ground.

caretaker is stunned to hear whumpee speaking, but they're happy that whumpee likes the food.

✮ ⋆

English is not my first language, I'm still learning it. I'm sorry for any mistakes.

This is written badly because it just popped in my head in a random way 😭

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Stress-Induced Physical Whump

Whumpee who repeatedly bangs their head into their knee, or punches themself in the temples in an attempt to get rid of a tension headache— to “dig into” the sensation. guess what I’ve been fighting the urge to do for the last five hours LMFAO

Worrying so much they get nauseous and cannot stop throwing up. This lasts several days. They are painfully hungry and want to eat something; but they are also painfully nauseous 24/7 and know they likely won’t be able to keep it down.

Dizziness to the point of almost fainting when they move their head; and having to turn very, very slowly to look at things so they don’t see stars.

Feeling so physically weak and lethargic all the time that they can’t raise their voice because it takes too much energy. Maybe they don’t speak at all.

Fainting from fear because Whumper threatened to kill them.

Random chest pains that make Whumpee jolt and drop objects they’re holding in their hands.

Forgetful and exhausted Whumpee forgot they were cooking something when they fell asleep; now their house is burning down.

[whumpshaped]

WHUMPEE THINKS CARETAKER IS NEW MASTER

the FEAR

THE MISUNDERSTANDINGS

ESPECIALLY IF CARETAKER IS STRONG OR OTHERWISE POWERFUL?? MMM

ALSO WHEN PAIRED WITH VIOLENT CARETAKER THAT BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF WHUMPER

GOOD SHIT

~🪴~

ah yes. a classic. caretaker being violent and powerful isnt that classic within the trope so naturally im going w that bc i LOVE THAT SHIT

tw murder, captivity, caretaker new master, conditioned whumpee, knives

"What the fuck did you think was gonna happen?" Caretaker tightened their grip on Whumper's neck, threatening to snap it altogether. Whumpee watched from the corner of their cell, absolutely petrified. "Did you think no one would find out? Did you think you'd get away with it?"

"I hoped so," Whumper choked out, which only caused more anger and Caretaker slamming them against the wall a second time.

"Well, you were fucking wrong."

Whumpee was shivering violently from the cold and the fear as they watched Whumper's eyes eventually roll back. They passed out. They might bleed out as well, depending on whether Caretaker would allow them medical attention. God... they were alone with Caretaker now. The only two conscious people in the room.

"P-please don't hurt me," they squeaked. "I'll be good..." When Caretaker turned to look at them, they immediately lifted their hands to shield their face, whimpering. "Please, p-please, I've been trained, I'll do whatever you want–"

"Okay, okay, let's calm down. I'll finish the job here and then we'll talk."

Finish..? Whumpee peeked out from between their fingers and saw Caretaker pull a knife from their belt. Oh dear god. They couldn't even fully comprehend it when they saw the blade be buried deep inside Whumper's throat. They could only stare and cry.

Medical attention... as if.

"I realise how this must look to you," Caretaker said calmly as they wiped the knife off on Whumper's clothes. "I'm sorry you had to see it. But the thing is... Whumper was a vicious fucking murderer, and I'm not in the business of letting those kinda people live." They glanced at Whumpee before taking the keys to the cell from Whumper's pocket. "Are you a vicious murderer?"

"N-no, no, Master." The title came instinctually, and Caretaker didn't bat an eye. It was expected, then. Probably. They wanted to point out the apparent contradiction of being so against murderers while murdering them, but decided against it.

"Then you have absolutely nothing to fear." They unlocked the cell and walked inside, and Whumpee was beginning to realise just how much bigger and stronger Caretaker was. Bigger than them, yes, but also bigger than Whumper. Stronger too, by the looks of that corpse.

Whumpee forced themself to lower their hands and get into a proper kneeling position, no matter how much their body trembled. They had to be good. They had to be perfect. "D-do with me what you will, Ma-Master. But– but please know I'm, I'm very well-trained, I don't need to be hurt to follow orders, I– I know my place, so please–"

"Oh, quit it." The order was gentle and quiet, and Caretaker just scooped Whumpee into their arms afterwards. No questions asked. "You don't need to be 'good' anymore. You're free."

~

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[whumper-whimsy]

content: suicide

"There will be rest, and sure stars shining

Over the roof-tops crowned with snow

A reign of rest, serene forgetting

The music of stillness,

holy and low..."

- The Music of Stillness, Elaine Hagenburg

Whumpee was on the floor, bleeding out. The gash in their side was spilling blood on the floor, staining the dingy concrete.

Whumper would find them hours later, lying in a pool of their own blood. They would be furious, but they would have no life to take it out on. Not anymore.

Whumpee had been through too much in this basement— years had passed by now. Whumpee couldn't take it.

So when Whumpee found one of Whumper's tools left on the floor, they took the chance.

Now, they looked out that tiny window high on the wall, at the stars shining above them. They knew now that they could finally rest.

[sleepyiswhumping]

Freak, 2

Content: Blood, Noncon Touching, Noncon Kissing, Creepy Whumper, Intimate Whumper, Defiant Whumpee, Violence, Choking

~~~~~~~~~~

Unsettled, Whumpee stared nervously at Whumper.

“You’re a fucking freak, you know that? Unhinged piece of shit.”

Whumper chuckled, kneeling. They ran their hand gently down Whumpee’s face, lifting their chin with a finger, so Whumpee was looking into their eyes again. 

“Darling, you have the prettiest eyes. I might just keep them, when I’m done with you.” Whumper remarked, staring deeply into Whumpee’s eyes, Whumper’s icy gaze piercing through Whumpee. 

Whumpee couldn’t bear it any longer. They flung their head forward again, trying to get Whumper away. Whumper was ready this time, however, and, sliding their hand past Whumpee’s chin, they caught Whumpee by the throat effortlessly, hand wrapping tightly, cutting off their airway.

“Oh, baby. You’re so feisty,” Whumper teased, as they leaned closer. 

They licked their lips, then pressed them against Whumpees, their iron grasp preventing Whumpee from pulling away. At Whumpee’s groans of protest, they purred, then dug their teeth into Whumpee’s lower lip. Whumpee’s groans turned into shrieks as Whumper sank their teeth into Whumpee’s skin, biting harder and harder, until their teeth split the flesh, filling both of their mouths with warm, salty, metallic blood. 

“Oh, what’s the matter, darling? I thought you liked pain? Or is it just when I get hurt?” Whumper pouted, licking the blood off their lips. 

Whumpee screamed, thrashing, trying to get out of Whumper’s grip, but their screeching faded as Whumper tightened their grasp, squeezing Whumpee’s throat tightly. 

“Come now, don’t make such a fuss. We both need our fun.” Whumper hissed.

~~~~~~~~~~

Freak, 1

Saw deranged Whumper in the comments. This deranged? I'm having fun writing this, despite it not being the best and quite an odd dynamic.

Taglist: @morning-star-whump, @lthrboy Also tagging: @makemake22 and @whump-queen. You two seemed QUITE interested in this, but lmk if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist proper for the next parts :D

[whump-or-whatever]

Defiant whumpee who copes with humour pt. 3

• • •

Whumper: *in the process of breaking Whumpee’s fingers* “You have big hands”

Whumpee: “all the better to strangle you with”

• • •

Whumpee: *handcuffed to a headboard*

Whumpee: “you could at least buy me dinner first”

• • •

Whumper: “for your sake, I hope you have a high pain tolerance”

Whumpee: “for your sake, I hope you have a high sarcasm tolerance”

• • •

Whumper: “any last words?”

Whumpee: “delete my search history”

• • •

Caretaker: “can you tell me anything about where you were held?”

Whumpee: “room had no view, it was cold and there was no thermostat, food was terrible, and they didn’t even have a pool. 1 star out of 5.”

• • •

Whumpee: *cries out in pain*

Whumper: “I thought I told you to be quiet”

Whumpee: “I thought I told you to bite me”

Whumpee: “I mean, don’t actually cause that’d be gross, but, you know… figuratively bite me”

• • •

Whumper: “you’ll never make it out of here alive”

Whumpee: “you promise?”

• • •

Whumper: “by the time I’m done with you you’ll be begging me for death”

Whumpee: “if I beg now can we just skip to the end?”

• • •

Whumper: “Whumpee, am I glad to see you”

Whumpee: *mutters* “so fucking clingy”

• • •

Whumper: *throws a punch at Whumpee*

Whumpee: *ducks out of the way*

Whumpee: *in sports announcer voice* “a swing and a miss”

• • •

Whumpee: *wakes up in the trunk of a moving car*

Whumpee: *yells* “hey, turn up the radio, I love this song!”

• • •

Whumper: “I’m gonna kick your ass”

Whumpee: *mumbles* “while you’re back there you can kiss it too”

Whumper: “what was that?”

Whumpee: *innocently* “what was what?”

• • •

Caretaker: *yells* “Whumpee, can you hear me?!”

Whumpee: *cringing* “keep that up and I won’t be able to hear anything”

• • •

Whumpee: *stumbles into the room with the crap beat out of them*

Caretaker: “oh my god, what happened?”

Whumpee: “oh, this? I ran into a film student looking to practice their special effects makeup. Being the genuinely lovely person that I am, I of course offered my services as a canvas.”

• • •

Whumper: “you are going to entertain my guests”

Whumpee: “well, I’ve been told I do a lovely rendition of All Star by Smash Mouth”

• • •

As always, feel free to add on!

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Whumpuary 2024 Day 15

15. (Jan 29-31) You're safe / Aftermath / Touch starved 

cw aftermath of torture, conditioned whumpee, physical abuse, captivity

Whumper gently lays them on the bed, mindful of Whumpee’s bruised ribs and sprained ankle. Or maybe it’s broken—they can’t tell. All they know is that everything hurts and their vision is still blurry. But Whumper shushes them and pets their hair, wiping away Whumpee’s tears as they sob. 

“It’s okay, it’s all over now,” they coo. Whumper is always so sweet after their little sessions—it's disarming. “You did so good for me, angel.” 

They feel empty and utterly drained—they always do after Whumper is done with them. And the worst part is that Whumpee always ends up craving their touch. They should hate Whumper. But after hours of being tortured and humiliated in whatever ways Whumper feels like, all they want is to be held. To be praised. They let their eyes slip shut as they reach out for their captor, tugging them closer. 

“Aw, honey,” Whumper murmurs, lying down beside them and gathering Whumpee in their arms. “Rest, okay? You did so well tonight. You can sleep now, and I’ll be right here.” 

Whumpee sniffles as their cries begin to peter out, exhaustion overtaking them. They nuzzle their head into Whumper’s chest and take comfort in the affection, too tired to wonder what horrors Whumper has planned for them tomorrow.  

For now, they can sleep. 

taglist: @morning-star-whump

[kabie-whump]

WoW Birthday Whump Day 5

Prompts: Scream / Captivity / “NO!” Additional content: Whumpee and Caretaker are both captives, Caretaker listens to Whumpee being tortured through a wall.

Caretaker leans against the thin wall, pressing their forehead to it. They’re alone now. Whumper had come in a few minutes ago and dragged Whumpee away. 

They can hear voices on the other side of the wall - muffled conversation. The occasional slapping sound followed by a yelp or whimper. It’s killing Caretaker to listen to, knowing there’s nothing they can do to help their friend. 

Then, a scream pierces through the wall.

Caretaker shoots to their feet, wide eyed. “Whumpee! No!” They pound their fist on the wall but it does nothing to quiet the screaming. “Stop it! Don’t hurt them!”

A deathly silence falls over the room, leaving Caretaker panting and holding back tears.

Then the screaming stars up again. It doesn't stop for hours. When Whumpee is tossed back into the cell they're bloody and broken, flinching at every movement as Caretaker draws them into their arms.

[flowersarefreetherapy]

Shadow of Stars: Cameron

CW: Creepy whumper, unhealthy relationship dynamics, food mentions, vaguely implied past dubcon, age gap relationship (not underage), Cameron’s mind is its own little warning

Cameron scurries down an alley, gasping for breath. The baker’s shouts echo down the street behind him, full of curses and threats about what he’ll do when he catches Cameron. The same curses he has heard over and over again without really fearing them. The baker is all bluster and no action anyway. 

He waits till the shouting fades from earshot, then unwraps his stolen rolls. They’re still warm, glistening with melted butter. Cameron sinks to the ground and rests against the cold stone wall as he takes a bite of the first food he’s had in three days. The bread melts in his mouth. He hums, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. His stomach growls loudly and demands more. But he knows better. Another small bite, then another, letting his body adjust to having food again. 

It takes him an hour to eat the roll. Then Cameron wraps up the extras and tucks them away in the large pockets of his jacket. They will be dinner later on. If he is lucky, he can charm a few scraps of meat to add to it. 

He wanders the city, begging for a few coins, trying his best to swipe some food, ignoring the other people working their trade. A young girl tries to swipe from his pockets and Cameron winks at her when her hand comes away empty.

“Good try, darling, but next time, make sure your mark actually has what you want.”

She glares at him before vanishing into the crowds. He ignores the other pickpockets working their way through the crowd in favor of finding somewhere to stay. Possibly in another noble’s stable. Maybe someone’s house, if he flirts well enough. It doesn’t matter. As long as there is a roof over his head for the evening.

Mud splashes across his shoes, cold water soaking through the threadbare fabric. Cameron curses after the carriage without second thought. 

“Watch where you’re driving, Shadow-bitten fool!”

The carriage slows to a halt. Cameron swallows hard, stomach dropping to his feet. This was a stupid idea. Why do you keep opening your mouth like that? Stupid, stupid, stupid! 

A man steps out of the carriage. Tall, with a perfectly tailored suit and a cane, one of those stupid tall hats on his head. A noble, judging by the carriage and the quality of clothing. Cameron pulls himself to his full height. It doesn’t matter that his clothing is worn and secondhand, with rags literally holding his shoes together. All that matters is justice. He was just walking down the road, minding his own business, and this asshole ruined everything. 

“What did you just call me?” The man’s voice is deep and measured, each word spoken with perfect clarity. Suddenly Cameron’s sodden shoes are the least of his worries. 

Cameron swallows hard and shrugs. “I told you to watch where you’re going. Like a decent person.”

The man’s gaze slowly rakes up and down him. A shudder runs down Cameron’s spine and he fights the urge to wrap his jacket tightly around him. He juts out his chin and meets the man’s gaze. His eyes are grey? Blue? Yellow? He can’t tell, but the man’s hand grips the top of his cane tighter and all decent and polite thoughts flee Cameron’s mind.

Please hit me. 

“Um, excuse me?” Cameron says, realizing the man said something and he wasn’t paying attention and could he be hurt for that?

“You really don’t pay attention well, do you?” The man steps close to him. Cameron’s mouth goes dry and his gaze drops again to the man’s hands. They’re big enough to close around his throat. “I was asking for you to give me a reason to listen to you, given all I hear is the squeaking of a sewer rat.”

Cameron ignores the heat creeping up his neck and down his spine. He instead hunches his shoulders and shrugs. “No reason. I apologize for my mistake. I should never have yelled.”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have.”

“I apologize. I’ll be on my way.”

The man’s hand lands heavily on his shoulder and Cameron sucks in a deep breath. All the blood rushes from his brain straight to between his legs. Darkness he’s such a mess. A few days without human contact and he’s ready to kneel for the first man who touches him. But the man’s hand is heavy as he holds him so easily in place and Cameron swallows hard. 

Please make me scream. Please hit me. Please, please, please, I just want you to hurt me. 

“Do you have somewhere to stay?” The words are kind, laced with sympathy. Cameron realizes how gravelly the man’s voice is. He would sound even better over a rush of blood with his hand clamped around Cameron’s throat. “A young thing like you shouldn’t be wandering the streets. Winter is soon.”

“I have somewhere to stay,” Cameron mutters. Stupid! Why did you even suggest that! Go home with this man! You know he’ll be a good time. 

The man hums and his hand goes from Cameron’s shoulder to his chin. He freezes, hardly daring to breathe. Is this real? Is this really happening to him? All the kids talk about it, when they’re huddled in back alleys and around small fires; being found by a rich stranger and taken in, cared for, loved. Of course, this man also may just want a one night stand with someone, but Cameron is good at reading people and the man across from him wants more than one fun night.

“Of course you do,” the man laughs. Oh please keep talking to me. “That’s why your clothing looks like it does.”

“I bought this coat,” Cameron snaps back. 

The man hums again. “Of course. But do you have somewhere to stay for the winter?”

“Are you offering somewhere?”

The man laughs. “My house.”

Cameron smiles at him through his lashes. “And what is the payment?”

The man’s gaze slowly looks Cameron up and down. “I think that is something we can discuss later.”

“Are you in the habit of inviting random people off the streets into your home out of the goodness of your heart?”

“No, you’re a special case.”

Cameron starts to tip his head to the side, but the man’s grip tightens on his chin, holding his head in place. Heat rushes to his cheeks and he meets the man’s gaze. His eyes are grey, nearly the same color as the streaks of grey in his dark hair. Cameron swallows hard and smiles the best he can. 

“Thank you . . . sir.”

Sir. The word tastes wonderful on his tongue. Cameron wants to say it over and over for the rest of his life. And the way the man smiles when he says it just adds to the desire. So when the man offers him his arm, Cameron eagerly accepts it and follows him into the carriage.

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Kane & Jim (Anton & Graham) Drabble: Playing With Food

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content: vampire whumper, failed escape attempt

some Anton & Graham shenanigans because i promised @t0rture-me a drabble of them forever ago :)

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Chewtoy followed nervously behind Master as he was led outside, beyond the backyard, out to where Master's estate bordered the woods. He tried looking up, but he couldn't see the stars, the sky a dark blur without his long-gone glasses.

It was far from the first time Master took him out. But usually, he'd been taken to something. Some trip lasting more than a night where he'd need to be a portable meal, which wasn't so bad. Or far worse, used as a party trick. But Master was going out the back, and no one else was here. It sent chills down Chewtoy's spine: it was always worse when he didn't know what to expect, even though Master always liked that more.

Master stopped, spinning around with that grin Chewtoy always hated. "Okay, go."

"Go?" Chewtoy asked, wringing his hands together.

Master gestured out into the darkness. "Run. Scurry off. This is your big chance." The mocking smile didn't leave his face.

"And then... I'll be hurt, Master?" Chewtoy guessed, shivering in the just-a-tad-too-cold air.

"Eh, depends how I'm feeling." Master leaned back against the fence. "What, you like being mine so much you won't even try? Guess you're the perfect pick. You were meant for this."

Chewtoy struggled to keep up with what was happening. Master was fond of mind games, but then again... this was a chance. He was outside, being let go.

"I'll give you a fifteen-minute head start," Master enticed. "Go."

Chewtoy bolted.

He'd never been much of an athlete, and he was even less of one now, even his meager walks from his apartment to campus eliminated from his daily routine. It didn't take much medical knowledge for him to guess he was chronically anemic now, on top of that.

Still, he ran, blindly into the darkness. He didn't care what direction he went, toward human territory or not, so long as it was away.

It wasn't long before he tripped, tree roots seemingly coming out of nowhere to take hold of his shoe and send him flying toward the ground. It was a recurring problem, and soon the ruined knees of his pants gave way to skin which gave way to blood. Chewtoy would have worried about infection if he had any reason to care whether he lived or died.

His lungs burned, unused to such physical exertion, the muscles in his legs crying out for relief, but he didn't stop. Who knew if he'd ever get this chance again? With permission, at that?

Just as he took a tumble over another root, an arm wrapped around him mid-fall.

"Gotcha," Master teased.

Chewtoy sagged in his hold, which proved to be a mistake when Master immediately dropped him, falling with a dull thud to the ground. He panted hard, not bothering to get up.

"Okay, thirty-minute head start this time," Master mused. "You need all the help you can get, clearly."

Chewtoy rolled himself over to look up at the vampire who controlled his life. "What?"

Master smirked down at him, amused. "Keep going. Until I get bored. Who knows, maybe you'll really make it this time!"

He was already exhausted. Chewtoy didn't know how much running he had left in him. Any hope of escape had already vanished: he was pretty sure it hadn't even taken a full two minutes since his 'head start' ended for Master to catch him.

Master grabbed him by the shirt collar and hoisted him up. "Run, Chewtoy."

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[a-living-canvas]

Moon Milk and Paper Stars

Whumper was sipping on his coffee, enjoying the calm evening in a cafe when a chair across from him was being pulled out and someone sat on it. It's Whumpee. Again. This time with a bouquet of flowers that eventually would be thrown away by Whumper. Just like the usual.

But Whumpee didn't seem to catch on that yet, that Whumper wasn't interested in them.

They were a nuisance to him. Kept coming back with chocolates, letters, and gifts. Whumper put his cup on the table, looking at Whumpee while letting out an exasperated sigh. Hoping that would be enough to shoo away the creature in front of him.

But it wasn't, and Whumper regretted not rolling his eyes at Whumpee while he still had the chance. 

"I have something to give you." Whumpee said giddily, eyes beaming with excitement. Whumper sighed again.

"Yeah, I can see that. "

Whumpee held out the bouquet on the air, fingers slightly touched with Whumper's as he took the flowers from them.

Heliotrope.

Oh, how sweet. Whumper chuckled in disbelief at whumpee's level of delusional. Did they really think they could be with him? 

"Do you like it?" Whumpee asked with a smile. They were hoping their tender gift could cheer Whumper up in some kind of way. Seeing him smile was enough for them.

"Oh, of course I like it. It's pretty and has deep meanings about it. Although I must ask, what's with the gifts and flowers? Could you perhaps wish for us to be more than just strangers?" 

Whumper asked, silently observing Whumpee's facial expression. They looked down on their lap, cheeks tinted red in embarrassment. "I…I do have to admit, I really hope we could be more than just strangers…if you don't mind…"

Whumper nodded in understanding. "Sure, I wouldn't mind being your friend if that's what you want."

Whumpee hesitated. They lifted their head to look at Whumper, "No…not just friends. I mean, like, maybe we could be…lovers?"

Whumper bursted out laughing at that. He covered his mouth with his hand as he laughed, eyes tearing up in amusement. Lovers? That's absurd. Totally absurd. What were they thinking when they said that?

"Oh no no no, you don't want to be my lover. " Whumper stated, still smiling and chuckling. Whumpee smiled reassuringly, leaning slightly on the table.

"I mean it…! I want to be your lover. You are a wonderful and kind person."

Oh no, now they looked at Whumper like he needed validation and encouragement to be more confident with himself. Whumper smirked, playing along as he sipped on his coffee.

 

"Is that so? Or is that just how you want to see me? I'm not easy to handle, you know?"

"I'm sure I can handle you just fine…! You just need to give me a chance to prove that…"

Whumper raised an eyebrow. "You sure, huh?" He sipped on his coffee again, finishing the last bit of liquid as he pondered in his head. "I could give you a chance if you want it…"

He narrowed his eyes at Whumpee. "But just that, don't expect more from me."

Whumpee nodded. "I promise."

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"Give me your bag." Whumper ordered as they stood on the doorway at Whumper's house. Whumpee slightly taken aback in confusion but then they handed the bag to Whumper and entered the residence. 

The house was kept simple, not many decorations but still had its spark. Whumper had many dogs, all gathered in one room as they were eating. Meat specifically. Something felt off about it but Whumpee just brushed it away.

They walked straight to the bedroom. Whumpee entered hesitantly, not sure what to do even though they could already feel excitement swelling inside them. Whumper took off his jacket before running his fingers through his hair.

"Now, let's see if you are capable of pleasing me." Whumper turned around and faced Whumpee, eyes darken with sinister intent. 

"Get on your knees."

Whumpee blinked their eyes a few times. "...what?" 

"Don't make me say it again."

Whumper ordered. His tone of voice changed slightly. More dominant, more commanding. Whumpee swallowed hard, they weakened their knees and fell to the ground. They could feel their heart beating so fast when Whumper walked towards them, tipping their chin up slowly until their eyes looked directly on the ceiling before it got replaced with Whumper's eyes.

Whumpee had a hard time breathing in that position. They could feel a few strands of their hair being pushed to the back of their ears with gentle fingers. Whumper closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he exhaled softly.

"Open your mouth." 

Whumpee obeyed. They opened their mouth, feeling the pad of Whumper's thumbs brushed across the crown of their bottom teeth. It's so soothing, almost intimate when Whumper suddenly pushed his thumbs against Whumpee's teeth. 

Whumpee's eyes widened in shock. Pain registered in their mind as they grabbed Whumper's wrists almost instantly, trying to stop the pain. But Whumper didn't budge at all from his position. He kept pressing Whumpee's teeth, blood dripping down from their mouth to the floor. 

Whumpee's groans and whimpers were completely ignored by Whumper. He stopped putting the pressure when Whumpee's incisors fell out to the ground. Whumpee breathing heavily, looking up at Whumper in fear. They wanted to say something, to ask why, but they were just met with his cold and creepy smile.

"Having fun, Whumpee? Are you really sure you can handle me? Can you handle anything that is much worse than this?" 

Whumpee went speechless. Tears streaming down their face. They just wanted to be there for Whumper, to care and love him. Not…not whatever that's happening right now. 

"Do you know what I want, Whumpee?" Whumper asked. He walked towards Whumpee again and grabbed a fistful of their hair, leaning down to their height. He looked at Whumpee with narrowing eyes and spoke with his commanding voice.

"I don't want you to view me as a potential romantic partner. No, I don't want that. I want you to worship me with every single part of your being. Your body belongs to me. I own you."

Whumpee whimpered softly. Their fingers trembling like mad. They realised it now, how wrong they were to try to fix someone like Whumper. 

"Oh, darling, don't leave me hanging like this, hm?" Whumper chuckled softly as he released Whumpee's hair before moving to grab their chin instead. Whumpee stammered as they made eye contact with Whumper.

"I-I truly love you. I just want to help you…w-why can't you just let me…?"

Whumper's eyes softened. He stroked Whumpee's hair gently. "Oh, Whumpee…it's not your fault if a weak and pathetic creature like you would be attracted to a predator like me. That's just how it should be."

"But that's also why you need to know your place, to embrace your nature and submit to me…rather than defying the law…" Whumper stood up again, looking down at Whumpee.

"Now be a good slave and kiss my feet."

[painsandconfusion]

Kristen

Whumping the Whumpers - Part Thirty-nine

(tw: domestic abuse, gaslighting) [Previous | Masterpost | Next]

Two years ago…

Anna tripped, cussing, over the curb as she hopped up the sidewalk, almost dropping the boxes of heaven-scented food as she went. She recovered quickly, clutching the fiery warmth of redemption to her chest as she skipped up to the storefront door, manufacturing a bright and charming smile over her teeth as she pulled the door open. 

“Krissy~!” she beamed, all bubbles and bright loveliness as her eyes landed on her fianceé cutting stems to size.

Focusing. Analyzing her response. 

Kristen blinked up in confusion for a moment, then flickered a bewildered but melting smile in return as her eyes skimmed over Anna. “..Annie? Aren’t you working right now?”

Anna shook her head, hopping up to the work counter and setting the food down. Unpackaging it. “Nope, lunch break. You got me forrrr-” she stole a glance at her watch, “Eight minutes.”

Kristen bubbled a confused and brilliant laugh - one that would make a girl’s heart melt at any decibel. And did. “You..spent ninety percent of your lunch break in transit across the city?”

“I spent ninety percent of my lunch break getting to see you, that’s what I did~” Anna sealed the compliment with a kiss, pressed and nuzzled in close against Kristen’s cheek, careful to not disturb the makeup-hidden bruise there.

Kristen melted into it, tilting down so Anna could kiss her properly. “..thank you.”

Anna pressed another soft kiss to her lips. “I missed you. So bad, all day. I missed you.”

Kristen melted further at the words, finally turning to face Anna to wrap her in a soft, warm embrace. “..I missed you too. I’m… I’m sorry about before.”

Anna shook her head, thumb brushing up and down Kristen’s scalp. “..don’t wanna worry about it anymore. It’s done and it’s okay. I love you. That’s all that matters.”

Kristen’s breath shifted tenser - Anna didn’t worry. She knew that was just Kristen trying not to cry. Touched. Moved. Feeling safe in Anna’s arms.

As she should. Anna was the safest place in the world for her.

Pulling back with a small sniff and a wipe of her eyes, Anna turned to the food, opening up Kristen’s lo mein and her own orange chicken. “Okay, maybe closer to five minutes.”

Kristen’s laugh lit up the room. It even seemed to pull the wilting flowers into bloom again in the packed and lush flower shop. “Alright - I’ll race you, then~” Playfully, she snatched her lo mein and fumbled to tear open the packaged utensils - chopsticks for her, plastic fork for Anna.

Anna squeaked in her hurry, pulling her own box open. “You’re on!”

It was a rushed, but perfect lunch with a stunning and perfect girl. Her girl. Her wonderful, bubbling, gorgeous girl.

Anna swore that she’d never hurt Kristen again.

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Kristen and Anna, respectively <3

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[whumpshaped]

tw creepy whumper, head trauma, implied captivity

"Injured, are we?"

Whumpee was barely conscious enough to register Whumper talking. Their head had been bashed against the wall one too many times, and they could feel the trickle of blood down their temple and cheek; not to mention their many other wounds, all different types and levels of severity.

What they did notice was the obnoxiously white lab coat they were putting on, so bright that it hurt their already throbbing head. "What're you doing..." they slurred, flinching a little when Whumper grabbed them by the chin and turned their head upwards, shining a penlight directly into their eyes. "S-stop..."

"Assessing the damage, of course. Then fixing it."

Panic cut through their disoriented haze as they realised Whumper wasn't going to let a trained medical professional treat them. "You're n-not a real doctor–"

"But I always wanted to be." They grinned, clicking the penlight on and off excitedly. "And now I have an anatomically correct test dummy."

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