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City Update - 8/22/23

Hey! Long time no see friends, I hope everyone has been well. To make things short, no, this blog is not abandoned. Much to my dismay personal life has been sucking the inspiration clean off my wee bones.

I still love what I do, love to hear from you all and if you'd like to tag me in any posts of your work, I'll go through and re-blog them as a feed to keep things active!

#thecitythatdoesntsleep or @thecitythatdoesntsleep for a reblog/repost or to be included in the next queue line up!

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Brain: Broken tables, shattered glass, destroyed surroundings to place the chaos. The chaos inside their un-beating hearts.

Me: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT. THE. PLOT?!?!?!?!?!?!

I have never related more and I fully accept the blame and curses LOL (And the thanks! thank you so much for enjoying the content dear!)

Trying to write my vampire story be like:

My brain: pomegranate seeds held in an open palm, dripping juice dark as blood.

Me: okay, cool.

My brain: hunger as a metaphor for love and longing.

Me: yes, but...

My brain: open-mouthed kisses pressed to delicate, broken skin

Me: brain, please—

My brain: sacrilege everywhere; all the religious motifs being deliberately placed alongside longing and lust and love. Humans making a sacrament of their own blood to their vampire lover.

Me: BRAIN! I need a PLOTLINE, not just vibes!!!

My brain: ...

Me: ...

My brain: ...

My brain: ...

My brain: ...

My brain: drops of blood like pomegranate seeds, drawing parallels to Persephone's descent to the underworld

Me: *flips table*

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Mmm, you get it. You GET how delicious that just desserts punishment is.

The clandestine pitfall to that dazed anger, however, it's beautiful. Every time Whumpee dares to smart off, every pause Whumper takes to catch their own breath from the sheer exertion of their swings. Just as angry- if not angrier - that Whumpee still has some bite left in them.

Even if it's just as little as a held back whimper, a teeth gritting groan, biting their lips to blood to refuse Whumper any further satisfaction. Any more insight on how much it's effecting them until they can't do it anymore. Until the weakness is too much, pain too strong. Even holding back tears is no use, their eyes are stinging, ears thumping their pulse in varying awareness. It's deafening but so is Whumper's panting breath.

The menacing scowl, the look of rage, but adoration for what they've unleashed and bestowed on Whumpee. Almost like an art project they'd ruined, but found a twisted fondness in recovering into a real piece of work. Their piece of work. Sometimes, it isn't just Whumpee that catches their eye, but the bruises they've left.

The drool on their lower lip, the corner of their mouth. The tears that frustrate them for falling, when their body can't take anymore. All personal touches, handiwork, marks of ingraining submission that fades; but leaves a lasting statement.

Do. Not. Test. Me.

(Hope you don't mind the addition but you awakened something in me and I'm soaring on whumperflies and dopamine! Thank you Queen!)

i just love love love a whumper brutally beating the defiance out of their their whumpee—

perhaps it’s only temporary, once their head stops spinning they’ll go back to spitting and cursing at whumper…. but whumper just beats the daylights out of them until theyre dazed and growling and angry— whumpee’s spitting words giving way to more and more absolutely humiliating sounds as whumper beats them into the ground again and again and —

eventually, there’s just this sound—halfway between a choked gasp and a strangled groan

and whumper finally stops to listen to whumpee’s panted breaths, to wipe the strands of hair from their forehead, to admire how red whumpee’s cheeks have gotten from the embarrassment and whumper’s hand striking them over and over mere moments ago

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Dialogue prompts for female whumper and male whumpee? NSFT/W please?

(TW: dirty talk, explicit dialogue, implied gagging, implied torture, multiple whumpers, blood, manipulation, gaslighting)

"Awh, my pretty boy just can't do anything right can he? I believe I told him, not to fucking cum.. so now he's getting punished."

"So big and strong, just to get turned into my living dildo... It's almost a shame you let it happen like this."

"On your back, spread your legs, you haven't earned your Mistress' warmth tonight."

"Don't hold your breath, pet, you'll tense too much for me to push it inside you."

"Oh I know you're close, but if you cum now I'll tie that little cock up and you won't get to cum for the rest of the week.."

"If you don't want it stepped on, you'll work a little faster at getting hard."

"You're lying Whumpee, but your body is pretty honest with me. You might be scared but you're still rock hard."

"You can't stop drooling now, can you? That toy is vibrating so hard I can still hear it rattling inside you.."

"If I let you out of that cage, you'd better crawl over here and let me grind against that pretty face.."

"I thought you'd try to fight but you've missed me, haven't you? Get on your knees and prove it, pet and I'll indulge you."

"P-Please Mistress... I n-need to cum.." "Oh do you? I don't think you've earned it."

"C-Can I ride it now Mistress? P-Please, I want to move.." "You'd better keep that position, this is a punishment after all."

"N-Not there... I-I've never-... N-Not inside..." "You? A virgin? Surely you can't be serious Whumpee... If you're good though, I'll be gentle on the off chance you are."

"Look at you, so hard you're dripping all over the floor..." "I'm sorry..!" "You'll be really sorry if you let yourself cum from your punishment. How many lashes were we on, pet? I'm afraid I've lost count."

"You made the mess, now clean it up." "You'd better lick every drop of cum off my floor or you're getting the whip."

"N-No! Whumpee c-can't be fucked by anyone but M-Mistress!" Whumper #1: "Who do you think let us in here with you, slut?" Whumper #2: "Your Mistress said we could play with you as much as we want." Whumpee: "N-No! She wouldn't do that! W-Whumpee's body is only for h-her!"

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Part 9

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(Tags/TW: Implied: post-torture, broken bones, bloodloss, consensual intimacy (whumpee x caretaker), demonic possession, demonic torment, royal whump, fantasy whump, vampire whump, Prince!whumpee, servant!caretaker, psychic/gifted caretaker, paranormal elements)

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There was no energy left inside the Prince when the demon left him hollow again. 

He was hopelessly drained, worn, from what he’d just been forced to do to the human that had done nothing but care for him. They’d tended to his every need, even those he refused to admit he had. He’d been held, comforted, they gave him what he needed most. 

And in the end... 

He’d left them in a bloodied heap. 

Honey hair was black and matted from crimson, skin speckled with purples and blues and he knew their arm wasn’t meant to bend like it was. They were quiet, still. They had been for a long time and it angered their demonic assailant more. But they were on to something, when they confidently declared they knew the demon wouldn’t kill them. 

No. They were far too valuable to it’s plan to manifest the dimensions as it pleased. 

Even when the vampire had long collapsed onto dirty stone flooring, could only manage to shift through thoughts; he felt like dread had become a monster and swallowed him whole. His stilled heart ached, fingers spasmed in reflex from how much the demon had burnt through the blood he’d freshly consumed. He felt stiff, like he’d shatter if he tried to move a single inch. 

So little of it mattered, when he was straining to hear past his ringing ears to see if they were still breathing. 

In all of his years, he couldn’t remember the last time he scraped against the floor and bloodied his fingers to try to get closer to them. Nails cracked in his rakes, tips split and bruised but he made it, inch by inch. 

Nothing meant anything, anymore. Not his crown, the castle they were in, the apron he’d ripped off of them in the chaotic struggle. The heart that flowed life when his stood still; the beats inside their chest were the only thing that calmed him. 

They were alive. He could hear that much from where he now laid beside them. 

When lids finally fluttered, the human came alive with jolts of agony; pain rattling out of them as if the mute button had come undone. The prince flinched back and cracking, whining sobs choked up the human on the ground. The sudden influx of sensation was crippling, like they’d been dunked in scalding water all at once. 

Where their bones were broken, where skin had blackened with blood underneath it, there was radiating, sharp bolts of electricity. 

It hurt. It hurt so badly they couldn't see for a long gap, felt stress take their sight like when they were a youth. They struggled to breathe, body shook with tremors and it took all they had to stifle their cries.

They didn’t want to make him feel worse, hear just how much damage he’d done to them but they were delirious with pain in an instant. They couldn’t think, couldn’t manage to reel themselves in or even pretend to. He’d done a number on them and the closer he got, the more their body pushed away on instinct beyond their control. 

Even they couldn’t help flinching back from him, after what he’d just subjected them to. The demon was right, had been right all along, that he’d break every last stitch of hope the Prince had left. 

“I-I’m sorry-” He whispered from dry, straining cords, unable to tell if they could hear him over their own sobs. 

“I-I should have done more-” A lamentation that was possibly too late to even have weight anymore; as he’d paused in defeat and stilled in his slumped position on the ground. 

The Prince could tell, the trembling human was doing their best to bring themselves down. Trying to stop their overwhelming emotional outburst before it made them even sicker, to conserve for the sake of everyone involved. 

“You need to drink my blood..” He spoke aloud, “Please, t-there’s nothing else I can offer you, it’s okay if you can’t see them..” 

“N-No.. I-I can’t..” Such a broken, pitiful voice from the human and he scraped closer. 

“Please.. I-I did something- I can hear it..” He pleaded, reaching out to cover their hand with his own, giving a small squeeze. 

The demon had feasted on them too much, thrown them, tossed them with his inhuman strength. There were holes somewhere, against their lungs from a fracture. He could hear it draining and bubbling in when they breathed. They’d drown if they wouldn’t drink. 

They were so weak, fighting for every inhale and just barely looking at him with bruised, swollen eyes. He wanted to cry, wanted to beg and plead to them.. but the Prince knew now wasn’t the time for either. 

At least this time, he’d come back to his senses before he’d completely killed them. 

He didn’t try to beg anymore, instead he forced his weak muscles up, drug himself off the ground beside them. He scooted closer, grit his teeth in how much pain his body had extended. Even when they shrank back in blossoming tension, he reached for them anyways.

They cried out, posed a small struggle when he collected them into his arms but once they were cradled against him, staring up, they fell limp in surrender.

The air around him was blue, mucked deeply with wisps of black and purple. He was sad. It was really him, back in ownership of his actions.

They had promised. Tried to promise him that they wouldn't fear him, wouldn't associate his actions with that of his aggressor. It was even easier to do so, when they saw silent rivers of tears smearing blood down his face.

How many times had he done this?

When they met eyes and he watched the human's swirl with a prism of color, timid, shaking fingers met their cheek in a gentle caress. They flinched against their will but pressed deeper into the chilled palm with the warm, bruised slope of their jaw.

"Please... Don't make me lose you, too." A sullen plead from undead lips and he lowered his head to rest against theirs. "I don't care about anything else... This Kingdom can fall to ash, if it means you'll make it."

He never stopped looking at them, watching every strained rise and fall. When they whimpered in duress, he startled in alert but felt the heavy slump of their hand against his head.

It drew a flustered sob and the Prince muffled it against his wrist, used throbbing fangs to grind deeply into his skin and drill into the still rushing vein.

Still... He offered. Held the limb close but didn't press it to their lips. Even in a deadly moment, he treated them differently than all the rest had. That's why they let their hand fall to his and covered the wound with warm, split lips.

Another wake of tears dripped off his chin and with a few strong mouthfuls, he was the only one left trembling in pain and worry.

The look of relief was the first thing to place something other than sadness into his chest. The way their eyes lidded, hazed with relaxation. They gripped with more strength but their hold relaxed. He'd long forgotten what it was like to be fed from, even by a meagerly imbibing human.

A soft pull against skin, how much they licked in comparison to piercing fangs. They were conscious, never met his flesh with teeth and that was the most stark difference between his kind, and theirs.

When they moved away, it was for a panting breath and it ran chills up his arm where their saliva still cooled his languid warmth. He'd been looking at them with more intensity, hadn't noticed he'd calmed from the sensation of someone drinking from him.

They exchanged long gazes and his thumb idly caressed the back of the arm in his grip, the other still lying limply in place for their feast. Fingers gave a small twitch of sensation when the human returned for seconds, gave a stronger pull and each swallow made their color change.

Bruises vanished from the hollows of their eyes and warmth tinted their skin once more. Their heart pumped stronger, each inhale a little deeper and at last, they spasmed with a cough after their final swallow.

The Prince tilted them as they wracked, soothed over their back in comforting sweeps. When blood left their lungs and hit the muddied stone flooring, his shoulders fell in relief. They had healed enough to expel it and had the strength to turn back over by themselves.

"Is the pain less..?" He asked aloud, pushing stringy, crusted hair off their face when they looked back towards him.

“I-It’s less..” They muttered. “It’s almost gone..” 

He watched them closely, counted each breath as if it were his own and finally, they caught eyes once more. The Prince looked worn, still wore smears of their blood and pain across his pallid skin. 

“Can I take you to get cleaned up?” He asked in a somber tone, hand gently forming to their cheek as they closed their lids and pressed into it. They still felt so warm under his fingertips. 

“I-I can do it- You don’t h-have to care for me Prince..” They argued and his lips thinned into a sullen line. 

“Please.. let me clean up the mess I’ve made.” He begged, in such a broken sounding tone, one they’d only heard him plead to the demons with. He couldn’t look at them anymore, he was bathing himself in shame. 

They already knew, he needed to pay for what he’d done. In his mind, he’d built a debt he owed them and tending to their state, was just coins to his mountain of self-hared. If it would help ease his guilt, allow him to cleanse the grief from his fingers; they couldn’t ever deny him now, not as their head buzzed so warmly in his presence. 

“You can do what you’d like, majesty..” The human whispered, reaching for a hand that laid against them to tenderly take in their own. He startled to attention and stared at their interlaced fingers as if he didn’t believe they were there. 

It took a long moment but the Prince made it off the ground, arms keeping them upright. He adjusted them in his grip and took slow but sure steps as he regained strength in his weakened muscles. 

The rooms changed around them, the brick turned back into woods and polished stone the closer they got to his quarters. Deeper through the castle, until they made it to the bathroom and he was able to lower them into carved marble. He’d turned to light the stove but they caught his arm, pulled it back towards them in sudden fear. 

“D-Don’t leave..” The human pleaded themselves and his brows pinched in their corners. 

He’d never faced a human that dared cling closer to him, after he’d just spent the night tormenting them. As his own body still ached from the power put into harming them and after he’d wounded them fatally and barely used his blood to reverse it. 

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.. I’m just going to warm some water.” He soothed, covering their shaking hand with his own. 

They felt foolish, shameful, latching on like a needy child but the thought had scared him, that’d he’d merely leave them to themselves. When they let go, they sat in silence, chastised themselves in their headspace. Hands to their lap, folded as if he’d scolded them. 

Patience took the Prince through crafting a fire in a burning box, working until flames peeked through the sides and rushed heat through the pipes. He’d silently ghosted around in the meantime, gathered glass bottles and cloths to clean them. 

“I-I’m hot..” The human mumbled in a soft voice, brows pinched with distress and cheeks flushed, all the way to their ears. 

“I’m sorry, it’s my blood.. it’s healing you but you’ll feel strange in the meantime.” 

Strange wasn’t even the half of it. Their worst fear had come to fruition, they couldn’t seen any other realms or spaces. Any demons, any spirits, passing entities or ghosts. They just saw him. 

And boy, from their position, dazed and laying in the cool basin; he looked beautiful. Hair as dark as the shadows that tried to claim him, eyes burning, passionate with the blood he needed, craved. So worn, so, so worn and haunted by what he’d just done, how to fix it. And entirely, wholeheartedly, fixated on them. 

“Can you...” The Prince paused, meeting eyes with the battered human and watching their gaze swirl in their head. Opalescent eyes calmed to a single color and cheeks flushed with heat and his personal poision. There was no way they could tend to anything for themselves right now, his question was pointless. 

What thoughts might be running through their head as he towered over them, looming, about to strip them further to try and clean the dirt off of them, he’d put there by hand. 

“I need to get these off of you..” The Prince spoke softly, voice long returning to a sullen whisper after the demon had left his body. 

“I’m yours Prince... do as you wish.” A repetitious reminder and while it was meant to comfort his actions, it burnt more shame into the doings entirely. Even if they meant it, earnestly, it would never stop forming an ache in the pit of his chest. 

He was getting tired of being served. Of being in charge. Of ruling lives, land, servants. 

“You know you’re free, right..?” The Prince idly spoke, starting to work shaking fingers down the buttons of their shirt. “You can leave, whenever you want. I’m not holding you here.” 

“...Are you kicking me out..?” They asked in confusion and panic took over his features when they reached out for his sleeve in desperation. “P-Please Prince- I-I have no where to go...” 

“N-No! Of course not- No, I just-...” He paused, meeting gazes with the innocent human and feeling another surge of emotion in his chest. They were crying, crying at the idea of being thrown out of a castle he’d just killed them in. If not for his blood, if not for their acceptance of it.. They would have long perished. 

“...Surely the streets have to be safer when you’re living with a monster..” Tepid fingers reached for a wet cheek and a calloused thumb swiped over its curve. 

As always, the human curled deeper into his hand, pushed into it with something akin to yearning. Begging. They were almost begging, as they looked up at him, still bloody and still so pitifully frail. 

Just how he’d left them. 

“...T-This is my home, Prince..” They mumbled shamelessly, on bruised lips that were slowly discoloring and fading back to their normal plush pink. “..Please don’t take it away from me..” 

Please, please don’t take him!!

Anything but him!! Take me instead!! Please!! 

Prince!!

You’ll pay for that, you damned leech!!

What if I pry those fangs out? Split that nasty jaw in two, what then beast?!

Guts hangin’ out and you’re still snapping for blood.. Guess that’s the power of a noble..

The General says he’ll make him forget.. Do whatever you want to’em. Only chance we’ll ever get to ruin a fresh faced Prince like him..

“...P-Prince..?” “Prince!” 

When the vampire lost his trance, the doe-eyed human was left gaping up at him, face mirroring concern from the long gap of time he’d lost. A minute, two minutes, almost three from the time he’d first breached the memory until he was back to staring them down. 

He flinched, when they reached up and cupped clammy cheeks with still-stained hands. They returned the gesture, found tears that had pushed out of his corners and wiped them away with the same sweet tenderness. Human. The kind of tenderness that only humans ever managed to contain. 

Even drunk on his blood, obsessed with his presence, beaten, maimed by the same figure; same hands, same vampire. They were so achingly careful, gentle with him, like he was the fragile one.

The Prince didn’t realize, how much his expression, demeanor changed as he looked at them. Deep into their eyes, occasionally down towards their lips, closer and closer. They’d adjusted in their concern of his flashbacks, sat up to meet him; now they were so, so temptingly close. 

Please, don’t say anything.. I’ll never have the self control, if you say what you always say.. 

Please, Please, Please...

“I’ll remind your Majesty...” Gods be damned, don’t say it...

“I’m... entirely his... to do with as he pleases.” 

The Prince was strong. Resolute. Iron-willed. He’d fought in two wars with the bravest alliances in the eleven kingdoms. He’d been cursed with a demon and withstood it longer than any man alive. He’d been tormented, tortured, forced to kill at the will of another. He’d watched every brick in his kingdom get turned upside down. He’d seen his life’s work fall to ruins. He’d watched loved ones die from his hand and drained their body dry the moment after. 

But his greatest weakness, was pulling him closer without even realizing it. 

Such a gentle touch that it almost felt invisible, but the pulse of warmth it left behind, living, breathing; it was unmistakable. The breath, the rise and fall, how soft they took each inhale. What wonderful, sweet noises they could make in such reckless delight. Pleasure they deserved and had probably never been allowed to feel for themselves. 

His mind was rotted, with such a simple string of words. Words they’d chosen, words they knew held different meanings every time they’d said it. First, for comfort. Second, for feeding. Now... now they were offering him more, even more of themselves than he’d already forcefully taken. 

He wasn’t worthy. He’d never be worthy, when they still wore his handprints and fissures in their bones from his strength. The same strength it took to keep himself from making them think this was all he’d been waiting for all along. 

“...You can’t say that to me..” The Prince breathed, forehead coming to idly rest against theirs when they bridged their staring gap and pushed themselves boldly closer. “...The last time you did.. I drank and then I attacked you.” 

“I-I don’t think that will be an issue, Prince..” The mimicked the same low tone, unable to pull away from the close, fiery set of eyes that held them pinned. 

“What makes you say that..? I could have just killed you-” 

“Harming me.. Your Majesty.. Is the furthest thing on your mind right now, I think..” They couldn’t help the verbal poke, as they took a risk and adjusted their arms, nearly encircling his neck. “And I’d like to remind you, Prince..” 

Gods be damned... 

Forgive me, for tainting them...

“That I’m yours, your highness... to do with, as you please...” 

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Whumpy Vampire Imagines - Whumpee's

Gosh, do I love vampires in whump? Lemme tell you. Here's a cookie and a beanbag.

Vampires make the perfect Whumpee's based on what lore you prefer. If they're traditionally immortal and restorative based on blood level... They. Make. Perfect. Whumpee's.

No matter what Whumper wants to do to them, they'll always recover. They heal so fast, some injuries don't even last longer than what it takes to inflict them.

Whumper can cause endless pain and torment, however, and whenever they please. As long as they have some blood, they can reverse it and start fresh.

Vampire Whumpees are essentially 0 maintenance. No food, no real need for water. Just blood. Even if they go without it, they just get easier to deal with from blood paralysis. (In my lore bloodloss = eventual paralysis back to corpse syndrome)

If Whumper forgets about them or wants to punish them, they can just leave them. This works so well if Whumper has established neediness in their vampire. Training them beforehand to be used to interaction, engagement, and supervision until the lack thereof is damaging. Easy to do with blood, too.

Whumper can whip them until their arm is sore and Whumpee will feel every split but the slice only lasts long enough to well red to the surface. Whumpee's body heals as the tail of the whip lifts off their skin in the wake. Oh but it hurts the same, it still feels just as damaging as it would for a human but they can take it over and over and over again. Until ideally, it breaks them.

No matter what excruciating punishment, no matter how extreme Whumper gets; it can all be fixed. (Psychological results may vary.)

And the best part? They live forever. A life of pain, of being enslaved, of being passed from owner to owner or Master to Master. Years to train them, craft their personalities, and bend their will until they're whatever Whumper desires.

A perfect pet, a perfectly trained guard dog; built for long nights and endurance. Stamina beyond all means when well fed or submissive and starving without blood.

Their skin is so sensitive to hot and cold, touch or graze, but the pain always lingers just a little longer as it heals. Every injury bears its full weight as time ticks to repair the body. Broken limbs feel the sting of shatter until mended, and skin severed burns until it regenerates and grows back.

The best of them learn how things go, and let themselves be crafted. Let go of whatever they were, whatever they knew and it's easier for them sometimes. Some of them get lucky, and lived good lavished lives. Some are treasured pets, some won as trophies of war; others are passed hand to hand for currency like land or housing.

Whumpees can even be made, turned, and wiped like a clean slate.

Whumper has a forever toy, a plaything that they can get rough with and still leave a lasting effect. Break them entirely, make them cower in submission. Everything is up to Whumper and what they want.

Entirely up to Whumper.

What they drink, how they live, and what they taste or feel. How much they suffer, how free they are, everything depends on what Whumper wants or feels that day.

The perfect Whumpee to last them a lifetime.

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Whumpy Vampire Imagines - Caretakers

Vampires are such terribly wonderful creatures for endless whump.

Having to drink blood, hurt people to survive when all the Caretakers want to do is provide and nurture. Having a naturally violent nature inside them that when they starve, they're a threat, a danger to their loved ones. Which means they have no choice but to cause pain.

The guilt that eats at them, every time bloodshed happens for their sanity, their health. No matter how much Whumpee tells them they understand, they don't hate them for it, they never quite believe them.

How could Whumpee not hate them? They're a monster, a monster that has to painfully drink something out of them for their own selfish benefit.

So they live in turmoil and try to do whatever they can to make up for it. Make up for existing, make up for harming Whumpee whether they have a choice or not. They have to be better than what they do to survive. So they serve, give, care for whatever and whomever lets them. They live by raw, aching guilt and the need to pay a hidden life-debt of being what they are. Living in the afterlife.

It haunts them, tears them up inside and so little can convince them that they aren't a leech, preying upon the living for lust and power.

Whumpee tries so hard, does whatever they can to try to prove it to them. They fear touch so much but they think Caretaker fears touching them, more. So they incite it, force themselves closer and encourage Caretaker to indulge in their warmth and blood and closeness.

Maybe they've feared another vampires bite but this one, they can't help but ask for even when they're shaking and can't fight back tears. They'll cry harder if Caretaker stops.

Whumpee can feel the tension rise, the heat, how timid Caretaker's touch becomes and for a moment they think they can hear a deafened heartbeat; a small panting clinging to their undead lips. They'll never ask, never ever give way to what the beast wants when it's fed, when ruby is blurring the lines and getting them drunk with chemical thick euphoria.

Whumpee knows. When they first offer their body, themselves to Caretaker, they hear their heart stop a second time in their life. They burn with more shame, more guilt, more despair at what they are and what they feel. Whumpee offers again and they both fall silent.

Caretaker could never. Never indulge the fire, the passion, not when they knew their bite did such awful things to humans. Made them feel addictive euphoria, after such a harsh rush of pain. They'll avoid Whumpee, when they're afraid of what they might do if they linger.

They know it comes off so cruel, every time they feed and leave them in a cold bed, a dark room, by themselves. After gorging on their blood like an animal and forcing them to feel pleasure they never asked for.

Such a cruel existence, for someone that just wants to see Whumpee happy, healthy and loved for all they are. They adore Whumpee, place them on such a high pedestal and kneel at their feet in dutiful service. Even if Whumpee cares for them, loves them, they can't quite fathom it or ever accept it for what it is.

There's no way, anyone could ever love a monster.

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[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

"Take this," Whumper ordered, pushing a tablet between Whumpee's teeth.

"W-What is it-!" They coughed, fingers shoving the pill past their tongue and sliding it down their throat with two slicked digits.

Whumper covered their lips with a flat palm and watched the horror leak into their eyes, tears welling off lashes and spilling down reddened cheeks.

"You'll find out, don't worry."

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[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

"Was it worth it, Whumpee?" Whumper asked, lifting Whumpee's chin with the edge of their sword.

"Was what worth it?" Whumpee questioned in a hoarse whisper, eyes burning with the last energy they had for hatred.

"Letting a hundred of your men die for you, when you know I always get what I want." Whumper mocked, an amused chuckle tapering off the edges of their cocky smirk.

"Your Majesty is a joke... And a murderer."

"I'm not!" They spat, jerking away from the blade without fear and turning away from Whumper's pinning, scrutinizing stare.

"You knew I wouldn't stop until I had you and yet, you still hid behind them."

"I-I thought we'd defeat you- I-I was sure of it!"

"I told you once before, I'd slaughter an army to take back what's rightfully mine."

"You're a monster!" Whumpee snapped, breaking into trembling sobs.

"And you're mine."

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[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

Have I ever mentioned how much I love touch-starved, brain-washed Whumpee's?

Sit down, here's a blanket, prepare for a story.

I absolutely LOVE when Whumpee's take whatever Whumper gives them and still has sparkles in their eyes. Still craves Whumper's praise, looks forward to the lightest hand in their hair or on their head.

Breathless, panting, bruised lips and cheeks and blacked eyes but they shiver when Whumper cups their face with warm hands. When Whumper pushes back bangs to look at teary eyes that are oh so trained on their every move; they shiver.

Whumpee begs for whatever Whumper wants. Whatever will make them happy, especially if it has something to do with them. If Whumpee can make Whumper happy, with their body, their pain, their agony; it's all worth it.

If they wont be punished for it, they ask a meek, "D-Did I do good, Master?" or merely look at Whumper with a pleading face. Begging, silently, for some kind of physical reassurance they're doing well.

And Whumper has them wrapped around their finger.

The slightest praise and Whumpee is delighted, considering whatever punishment Whumper just gave them entirely worth it. And if Whumper is feeling extra kind (or cruel) they can lay it on thick before the next punishment.

Give them a single night of reprieve.

The way that they'll soak up every touch of kindness. Every time Whumper doesn't hurt them and instead, takes care of them. Even if it's selfish, because they'll die or get sick if they don't get treatment.

Even if it's humiliating, they'll be so happy if Whumper is content with what they do. They'll eat food out of their hand, drink whatever is offered to them; if it means they get more praise.

It's like drugs to them and they're beyond addicted. Perfect, mindless little toys if their Master is patient enough. They'll beg for the whip, count every line that splits their skin, if it means their Master will tend to their wounds and tell them how beautiful their pain looks on them.

They'll rub against Whumper's leg with a bruised cheek, get bright eyes when their leash comes out. Anything that means they get to spend time with Whumper, doing something to please them.

Whumpee holds back their tears, takes what they're given and begs for forgiveness and pardon when they black out from pain. The first thing on their mind when they come to, is what Whumper wants them to do. If they're doing good enough for Whumper to be happy with them.

As long as it means they're getting praise and coveted touch, they're content with their new life.

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[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

[Link to Picrew] [Lukas' Story / Story Masterlist]

These picrews are too good, I can't help myself. Poor little Lulu, shouldn't look so good all bloody and bruised.

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[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

[Click Here for the Picrew] [Lukas' story / Story Masterlist]

I saw a post with this maker and you already know our sweet Lulu was the first on the chopping block. Bless him.

Probably pretty early into his 'contract' at the club and still unused to how things go. But don't worry, Val's already been tending to him by now. Bringing him bandages and a little hope to go a long way.

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[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

WHUMPERS BRANDING THEIR WHUMPEE SO THAT THEY ALWAYS HAVE TO LIVE WITH THEM ONE WAY OR ANOTHER >>>>>>>>

You're speaking a love language here, stop it!

The branding?

Whumpee being forced to hold still, tied to their chair or bent over a table. Restrained, helpless as they beg and plead for anything else.

They don't want to wear Whumper's name, their insignia, anything bonding them to Whumper. They writhe, wiggle, hurt themselves with their binds.

OR... Maybe they aren't bound at all. Fear keeps them there. They stay in one place and they don't say a word. Whumper has promised to do much, much worse if they move and mess up the seal.

They watch the poker, the brand, the red-hot metal about to touch their skin and every move Whumper makes. It's like they're asserting the last shred of dominance they have left.

Then, the pain comes.

It's searing, it radiates well beyond the burning skin and it forces out tears and garbled screams of agony. They can't help but writhe, jerk, move somehow as everything inside them urges them to try to escape. Escape the branding that no matter what, they'll never manage to truly cover.

It could be tattoos, scarification, a favorite wound Whumper liked to punish them with. No matter what form it takes on, it's very permanent and it's a vivid reminder.

Whumper stares them down, dares them not to move, maybe makes it worse if they do. Punished by sitting still and punished more for not sitting still. It might take a time or two, Whumper hasn't done it in a while and Whumpee just can't stop their shaking, terrified sobs.

It makes Whumpee nauseous, how much pain rushes endorphins into their system to cope with what just happened to them. As skin bubbles and ripples under a menacingly heavy, metal weight. Their scream is so loud it cuts off, they go hoarse almost as soon as it touches them. A guttural shriek that dies in blubbering tears and drool sliding down the corners of their parted lips.

Even after they're freed and away from Whumper. Even if Whumper can never hurt them again, every time they look in the mirror, they see it. Something that makes them never truly forget their experiences. How much Whumper caused their suffering and how much Whumper owned them.

They cover it, bandage it, do whatever they can to hide it behind clothing. Long sleeves that give them heat-stroke in the summer, multiple layers in the winter to conceal whatever atrocity hides beneath.

Even Caretaker is reminded that once upon a time, Whumpee wasn't being cared for. They were being tortured. In the way they hide the mark, cover themselves, tingle with pain in the elements like it still burns and stings.

The first time they give Whumpee a bath, they hide it with their hands if they are able. A cloth, something to keep Caretaker from seeing it. Maybe they're too weak so they fill with bitter shame instead, begging, pleading Caretaker not to look at something so ugly, so disgusting.

Maybe Whumpee hides it for as long as they can. Dodging help, bandages, cleaning from Caretaker in order to keep from exposing their most painful secret. They can't stand it touched, looked at, seen under the light because it reminds them of how they once lost all autonomy and earned such a coveted mark of ownership.

They'll never feel good about themselves, never be comfortable in their skin because it belongs to Whumper and always will. Every glance, every exposure to the mirror and they can't help but well up in tears and remembrance.

Branded. Owned. Kept. Property.

Whumper's Property.

TLDR: wow branding is a great trope. totally never thought much about it until this exact moment. /sweats profusely in liar/

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[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

Thank you so much for the tag @maracujatangerine! <3 I love doing tag games, even if some of them get lost. ;-;

Within minutes, he’d be touching her. Skin scraping skin; calloused, scarred hands prying her legs open, pinning her arms down when she couldn’t help the urge to fight.

The fight Mina always lost, when Decian held no intention of ever letting her participate in the first place.

I'm going to drop some names but feel free to ignore or include yourself! Boom! Tagging you, go ahead and join the fun! (Idk but sometimes I need an invite so here's to all of you that feel like that too. Feel free to tag me back as the one that tagged you, even if I didn't ping your blog!)

@painsandconfusion @whumpy-writings @wolfeyedwitch @whumpsie-daisy @whumpwillow @thecyrulik @cupcakes-and-pain @kim-poce

Share the last line of your work in progress, then tag as many people as there are words in it.

I was tagged by @rogerzsteven

“The freezer?” Bobby looked at the paramedics, Chimney’s hand now stained with Eddie’s blood.

“Go Cap, we’re good here.”

I’m tagging @whither-wander-whump @paranoidbean @homerforsure @blackrosesandwhump and anyone else :)

#tag game #tag chain #whump tag game #whump game #thank you for the tag! these are always so much fun : )

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

Welcome to the whump world, Raven! Hope you're greeted warmly and if you ever need help with anything, just ask. :) There are tons of great authors around every corner that would jump at the chance to help a new-coming whump enthusiast!

Introductory Post

So, I have been lurking at the edges to the whump world for the past few months, and I finally decided to jump in headfirst.

Y’all can call me Raven, and my pronouns are she/her. My personal account is @bleeding-personality, and my main writing account is @bleeding-letters! {If you can’t tell, blood is a common theme}

My favorite tropes are:

-Manhandling

-Touch starved whupees/whumpers/caretakers

-Pet Whumpees

-Intimate Whumpers

Anyway, that’s my intro! I hope I can do this community proud!

-Raven <3

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