Storms Are Brewing in Their Eyes

Sarah here! 20s, She/her. Primarily a whump/writing blog with the occassional random post. My inbox is always open to chat, submit questions, or just say hi! (header image a commission by @rhosavirgoart)

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My Masterlist of Masterlists

Carrot Top Masterlist (Complete)

Flower Boy Masterlist

Marlowe the Immortal Masterlist 

Ira the Bird Boy Masterlist

Lliham the Rogue Masterlist

The Killing of an Assassin- Hero and Sidekick Masterlist

Whumptober 2023 Masterlist (Complete)

Whumptober 2022 Masterlist (Complete)

Whumptober 2021 Masterlist (Complete)

Whumptober 2020 Masterlist (Complete)

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“Why don’t you use ai” idk man beyond the obvious environmental and “this machine causes psychosis and encourages people to kill themselves” thing I think asking the equivalent of a solid D student who is also a pathological liar if they can answer my question/do the work for me seems pretty fucking stupid

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I love me a defiant, comedic Whumpee. So enjoy this lil blurb featuring one. 😊

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“Get on your knees. Hands against the wall.” He ordered, taking off his belt.

“I’d rather not.” I replied.

“You act like you have a say in the matter.”

“God, you’re just like my stepfather. Always resorting to violence. Haven’t you ever heard of positive reinforcement? Gentle parenting?”

“Shut up!” He yelled, backhanding me across the face. I could feel the buckle of his belt digging into my cheek as I fell against the floor wincing. “It should not be this difficult to do as you’re told.”

“I don’t know, maybe your methods aren’t working very well.” I spat.

He slapped me again and I bit my cheek, tasting blood.

“You insolent, petulant child.” He yelled, dragging me up by my hair onto my knees.

“Ooh, those are some big words.”

He let out a cry of frustration as he threw me against the wall, my shoulder crashing into the harsh cement. My head slammed into it with a thud, stars dancing across my vision. I finally managed to pull myself to my hands and knees, about to make another stupid remark when I heard the familiar noise of his belt wooshing through the air.

I crashed to the floor with a cry as his belt came down quickly against my back.

[lovelizards]

This raffle has been a long time coming as a late celebration of 500 followers and general gift to the whump community.

What's being raffled?

A waist-up greyscale sketch commission of a single character. Any character, any pose, any whump.

Rules:

To enter, please reblog this post. That's all!

You don't have to be following me to enter (but I mean you could be that would be very cool of you.)

The raffle will end on March 20th, and one winner will be drawn via a random name picker. The draw will happen around 4pm GMT (10am CST).

I will DM / send an ask to the winner to let them know they've won. They then have 24 hours to confirm, or I'll pick a new name.

[Optional] Add in your reblog tags which character you would want drawn in a precarious situation :V

Thank you to everyone out there for sticking with me (and my un-knowable, unstable schedule of posting things) I read every comment and every tag, and I'm very grateful to everyone who enjoys my blog in the open or in the shadows. Good luck to everyone who enters! 🦎

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Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

Okay everyone! Here's part 5 of this installment of Lo and Sol's story. Previous part is here. Masterlist is here. CW: drugging, caged, muzzled, restraints, vampire whumpee, defiant whumpee, nudity, dehumanization, whumpee treated as an animal, blood.

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Marlowe lay on the cold floor in the living room of their dark, empty house. They had ran out of tears hours ago and there was a slight pounding behind their eyes, but they could not peel themselves off of the ground.

Lo stared at the pot and knife that Solomon had dropped to the floor before he was taken. Before he was ripped from their home, drugged, and dragged out the door like he was some kind of rabid animal. 

They had to see him again- hold him in their arms- he had to come back. Lo had signed the contract. Ivan had to honor it right? 

The sun was creeping high in the sky before Marlowe finally pulled themself off of the floor.

-

Soft kisses trailed up the back of Solomon’s spine, a warm breath up at the back of his neck. 

Marlowe’s weight settled on top of him, their faced tucked into the side of his neck, arms resting upon his shoulders as their chest pressed into his back. 

Solomon breathed in the warmth of their skin, sighing as Lo began to press tender kisses behind his ear. He had never been happier.

-

Solomon had no idea how long it had been. There was no way to measure time in the dank, cold cellar, surrounded by the dirt floors and stone walls, trapped in a cage built for a much smaller vampire. 

His body twitched at the sound of a creaking door, and footsteps tromping down the stairs. He couldn’t help the way his breath caught in his chest, panic slowly seeping it, and anxious to be pulled out of the cage.

“Time’s up, Solomon.” Came Ivan’s voice from behind him. “I hope you had a nice chance to think about some earlier behavior over the week.”

A week? Had it really been a week?

He was pulled from his thoughts by the door of the cage creaking open from behind him. Before he could have the sense to back his way out, Ivan grabbed the rope tying his ankles together and yanked, dragging him backwards out of the cage.

Sol quickly remembered his ankle- the one that had twisted after he’d been shoved down the stairs- and realized the only reason there’d been no pain was because he had stopped feeling anything days ago. 

But now as he was dragged backwards by said ankle, all the feeling came flooding back.

He let out a strangled scream behind the muzzle strapped to his face and managed to roll over onto his back, tucking his knees up to his chest. 

Every single muscle in his body burned. He was on the larger side for a vampire, and being folded up in the same position for a week left his muscles on fire, and throbbing as they finally had room to spread out. 

“Are you ready to be a good vampire?” Ivan asked, looking for a response from the creature at his feet. 

Solomon simply kept his eyes shut tight, letting the waves of pain roll through his body as his muscles twitched and spasmed. 

Ivan knelt and unhooked the muzzle from behind Sol’s head, strands of spit falling into the dirt and trickling down his chin as he gasped. 

“I asked, are you ready to behave?” 

Solomon worked his jaw until the pain was just a dull throbbing. 

“I’m starving.” He mumbled.

“I see. I figured you would be. Spoiled vampires who get to feed every week from their human can’t go more than a week without anything to drink.” He spat. 

Solomon could hear the distaste in his voice but he didn’t care. He had once regretted feeding from Lo, but he never would again. Not once he learned how beautiful they could taste. 

“I need blood-” he gasped, as a stabbing pain shot from the cramps in his back.

“I will make a deal with you. I will let you feed, as long as you can show your obedience. Only good vampires get the privilege to feed.”

“Fuck you.”

Ivan grabbed the rope between Solomon’s wrists and began dragging him back across the room towards the cage.

“Let’s see how another week makes you feel.”

“No! No- god- stop-” Sol panted, curling back in on himself as Ivan dropped the ropes. 

“Ask nicely.” He demanded. 

Solomon’s golden eyes pierced into Ivan’s face. He spat the words quickly. “I need blood- please.”

Ivan shook his head. “Not good enough. ‘Master Ivan, may I please have the privilege to feed.’”

“Fuck you, I’m not saying that shit.” 

“Fine by me. I know how long you creatures can last without a feeding. We can push that to it’s limit, but trust me, you will want your energy for what we’re doing next.”

There was a moment of silence between them, nothing but the labored breathing from Sol’s chest, until he finally managed to spit out the words.

“Master Ivan, may I- may I please have the privilege to feed.” He spat it like the venom on his tongue, tasting like bitter dirt in his mouth. 

“Good vampire.”

Ivan retreated back up the stairs, leaving Solomon to lie on the floor until he came back down only a moment later, holding a small wooden bowl in his hand. Solomon could smell it immediately. His heart started pounding harder, mind racing, sweat prickling down his neck as the instinct to feed begged to take over. 

Ivan set the bowl down on the ground at the other side of the room. He looked down at it and then up towards the vampire, who was slowly trying to pull himself off of the ground. 

“Come.” He demanded.

Solomon snarled, his hands clenched in fists as he manage to stagger onto his knees. He knew he’d need to crawl, wrists and ankles still bound the way they were. He gritted his teeth tight at the first drag of his twisted ankle behind him, pulling his beaten and tired body across the dirt. 

When he finally made it to the bowl his body had given out underneath him- muscles crying in agony, his ankle screaming at him for release, the limb now swollen and dark shades of purple. Solomon collapsed on his side, the stench of the blood even stronger- his desperation growing. 

Ivan knelt down and quickly untied the ropes keeping the vampire’s hands tied together. When they were released he reached out a hand towards the bowl but it was slapped away, and his hands were quickly pulled tight behind him.

“I- I said please-” Sol panted. He grunted as his wrists were wrenched tighter and tied behind his back. He gasped as Ivan yanked him up by the collar around his neck, forcing him on his knees. 

“If you act like a dog, you eat like a dog.” He spat. He forced Solomon’s head forward until his nose was inches away from the bowl, and then released his grip.

It took all the vampire’s strength not to fall face-first into the liquid, but somehow he managed. Solomon knew it was not going to taste good. He could tell from the sour tinge behind it’s smell- it was almost like vinegar. But he knew it would be better than nothing, and he didn’t know when Ivan would let him feed again. 

Carefully, with shaking shoulders, he bent forward and began to drink, lapping the blood out of the bowl like it was his last meal. 

He didn’t realize how starving he was until his collar was grabbed once more and he was pulled back onto his knees. The blood left a bitter, acrid taste in his mouth, and he could feel it begin to dry where it had stuck to his lips and chin. There was a rag wiped quickly across his mouth and chin before Ivan came back into his view.

“Disgusting.” The man spat. “Spoiled creature. How does that taste compared to your little human, hmm?”

Solomon smirked, stretching out an ache in his shoulders. 

“Nothing could ever compare to them.” 

Ivan grabbed his chin, forcing his head higher to stare up at him as he spat.

“You will never feed from another human again. We’ll make sure of it.”

He released Solomon’s chin and quickly untied the ropes binding his ankles together, before making his way across the room to the bottom of the staircase. 

“Come.”

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Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

Okay everyone! Here's part 5 of this installment of Lo and Sol's story. Previous part is here. Masterlist is here. CW: drugging, caged, muzzled, restraints, vampire whumpee, defiant whumpee, nudity, dehumanization, whumpee treated as an animal, blood.

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Marlowe lay on the cold floor in the living room of their dark, empty house. They had ran out of tears hours ago and there was a slight pounding behind their eyes, but they could not peel themselves off of the ground.

Lo stared at the pot and knife that Solomon had dropped to the floor before he was taken. Before he was ripped from their home, drugged, and dragged out the door like he was some kind of rabid animal. 

They had to see him again- hold him in their arms- he had to come back. Lo had signed the contract. Ivan had to honor it right? 

The sun was creeping high in the sky before Marlowe finally pulled themself off of the floor.

-

Soft kisses trailed up the back of Solomon’s spine, a warm breath up at the back of his neck. 

Marlowe’s weight settled on top of him, their faced tucked into the side of his neck, arms resting upon his shoulders as their chest pressed into his back. 

Solomon breathed in the warmth of their skin, sighing as Lo began to press tender kisses behind his ear. He had never been happier.

-

Solomon had no idea how long it had been. There was no way to measure time in the dank, cold cellar, surrounded by the dirt floors and stone walls, trapped in a cage built for a much smaller vampire. 

His body twitched at the sound of a creaking door, and footsteps tromping down the stairs. He couldn’t help the way his breath caught in his chest, panic slowly seeping it, and anxious to be pulled out of the cage.

“Time’s up, Solomon.” Came Ivan’s voice from behind him. “I hope you had a nice chance to think about some earlier behavior over the week.”

A week? Had it really been a week?

He was pulled from his thoughts by the door of the cage creaking open from behind him. Before he could have the sense to back his way out, Ivan grabbed the rope tying his ankles together and yanked, dragging him backwards out of the cage.

Sol quickly remembered his ankle- the one that had twisted after he’d been shoved down the stairs- and realized the only reason there’d been no pain was because he had stopped feeling anything days ago. 

But now as he was dragged backwards by said ankle, all the feeling came flooding back.

He let out a strangled scream behind the muzzle strapped to his face and managed to roll over onto his back, tucking his knees up to his chest. 

Every single muscle in his body burned. He was on the larger side for a vampire, and being folded up in the same position for a week left his muscles on fire, and throbbing as they finally had room to spread out. 

“Are you ready to be a good vampire?” Ivan asked, looking for a response from the creature at his feet. 

Solomon simply kept his eyes shut tight, letting the waves of pain roll through his body as his muscles twitched and spasmed. 

Ivan knelt and unhooked the muzzle from behind Sol’s head, strands of spit falling into the dirt and trickling down his chin as he gasped. 

“I asked, are you ready to behave?” 

Solomon worked his jaw until the pain was just a dull throbbing. 

“I’m starving.” He mumbled.

“I see. I figured you would be. Spoiled vampires who get to feed every week from their human can’t go more than a week without anything to drink.” He spat. 

Solomon could hear the distaste in his voice but he didn’t care. He had once regretted feeding from Lo, but he never would again. Not once he learned how beautiful they could taste. 

“I need blood-” he gasped, as a stabbing pain shot from the cramps in his back.

“I will make a deal with you. I will let you feed, as long as you can show your obedience. Only good vampires get the privilege to feed.”

“Fuck you.”

Ivan grabbed the rope between Solomon’s wrists and began dragging him back across the room towards the cage.

“Let’s see how another week makes you feel.”

“No! No- god- stop-” Sol panted, curling back in on himself as Ivan dropped the ropes. 

“Ask nicely.” He demanded. 

Solomon’s golden eyes pierced into Ivan’s face. He spat the words quickly. “I need blood- please.”

Ivan shook his head. “Not good enough. ‘Master Ivan, may I please have the privilege to feed.’”

“Fuck you, I’m not saying that shit.” 

“Fine by me. I know how long you creatures can last without a feeding. We can push that to it’s limit, but trust me, you will want your energy for what we’re doing next.”

There was a moment of silence between them, nothing but the labored breathing from Sol’s chest, until he finally managed to spit out the words.

“Master Ivan, may I- may I please have the privilege to feed.” He spat it like the venom on his tongue, tasting like bitter dirt in his mouth. 

“Good vampire.”

Ivan retreated back up the stairs, leaving Solomon to lie on the floor until he came back down only a moment later, holding a small wooden bowl in his hand. Solomon could smell it immediately. His heart started pounding harder, mind racing, sweat prickling down his neck as the instinct to feed begged to take over. 

Ivan set the bowl down on the ground at the other side of the room. He looked down at it and then up towards the vampire, who was slowly trying to pull himself off of the ground. 

“Come.” He demanded.

Solomon snarled, his hands clenched in fists as he manage to stagger onto his knees. He knew he’d need to crawl, wrists and ankles still bound the way they were. He gritted his teeth tight at the first drag of his twisted ankle behind him, pulling his beaten and tired body across the dirt. 

When he finally made it to the bowl his body had given out underneath him- muscles crying in agony, his ankle screaming at him for release, the limb now swollen and dark shades of purple. Solomon collapsed on his side, the stench of the blood even stronger- his desperation growing. 

Ivan knelt down and quickly untied the ropes keeping the vampire’s hands tied together. When they were released he reached out a hand towards the bowl but it was slapped away, and his hands were quickly pulled tight behind him.

“I- I said please-” Sol panted. He grunted as his wrists were wrenched tighter and tied behind his back. He gasped as Ivan yanked him up by the collar around his neck, forcing him on his knees. 

“If you act like a dog, you eat like a dog.” He spat. He forced Solomon’s head forward until his nose was inches away from the bowl, and then released his grip.

It took all the vampire’s strength not to fall face-first into the liquid, but somehow he managed. Solomon knew it was not going to taste good. He could tell from the sour tinge behind it’s smell- it was almost like vinegar. But he knew it would be better than nothing, and he didn’t know when Ivan would let him feed again. 

Carefully, with shaking shoulders, he bent forward and began to drink, lapping the blood out of the bowl like it was his last meal. 

He didn’t realize how starving he was until his collar was grabbed once more and he was pulled back onto his knees. The blood left a bitter, acrid taste in his mouth, and he could feel it begin to dry where it had stuck to his lips and chin. There was a rag wiped quickly across his mouth and chin before Ivan came back into his view.

“Disgusting.” The man spat. “Spoiled creature. How does that taste compared to your little human, hmm?”

Solomon smirked, stretching out an ache in his shoulders. 

“Nothing could ever compare to them.” 

Ivan grabbed his chin, forcing his head higher to stare up at him as he spat.

“You will never feed from another human again. We’ll make sure of it.”

He released Solomon’s chin and quickly untied the ropes binding his ankles together, before making his way across the room to the bottom of the staircase. 

“Come.”

-

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Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

Ya'll I'm actually posting something! This is part 4 of this installment of Marlowe and Solomon's story. Here is the previous part. Masterlist is here. CW: vampire whumpee, nudity, restraints, defiant whumpee, muzzle, collar, forced to crawl, broken bones, caged, dehumanization.

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Solomon stood, head held up, his naked body littered with bruises as Ivan paced around him, scanning up and down every inch of his body. He felt a rush of shame, a heat at the pit of his stomach when Ivan laughed. 

“Hold out your wrists.”

Solomon clenched his teeth, remembering this man’s threat on Marlowe, and did as he was told. 

Thick rope wrapped around both wrists, scratching into his skin, keeping them bound tightly together. He let his arms fall to his sides once Ivan was done, his hands folded in front of his stomach. 

Ivan held out another piece of rope in front of Sol’s face with one hand, gripping him by the chin with the other. 

“This one is for your feet. If you even think of kicking me, I will chop off your toes, understand?” 

Solomon gave the man a slight smirk, nodding his head.

“No kicking, got it.”

Ivan threw the vampire’s face to the side and knelt down on the ground where he begun tying his ankles together. 

Solomon glanced down at the man, and bit his tongue as he released the pressure in his bladder he’d been holding in. He couldn’t help but smile as Ivan glanced up in shock, realization crashing down on him right as it splashed in his face. 

Ivan sputtered, scrambling to his feet as he gasped, wiping his face with his sleeve. He grabbed Solomon by the throat as the vampire smiled. 

“You fucking pissed on me?!” 

“I didn’t kick you.” Sol shrugged. 

Ivan grabbed Sol between the legs, squeezing hard as the vampire gasped. He crumpled to his knees as the man dug his fingers into his skin. Finally Ivan released his grip and Sol gasped out in pain, letting out a strangled groan as the man kicked him hard between the legs. 

Ivan retrieved a rag and wiped off his face, staring down at the creature below him in disgust. 

“You were already on thin ice with that stunt you pulled trying to fight everybody. But now I see how you truly act.”

At Ivan’s command one of the guards shoved Sol onto his back and finished tying his ankles together. 

“If you are going to act no better than a beast, we are going to treat you no better than one.” 

With his ankles and wrists bound, naked on his back on the floor, there wasn’t much else Solomon could do to retaliate. Yet he flinched and growled, thrashing and trying to roll away as more guards and bodies surrounded him. 

There was a hand pushing his head into the floor, another on his chin, there was a weight on his hips, pinning him into the ground. 

His mouth was forced open, something tough and rubbery pressed into his fangs, and then leather wrapped tight around his face, buckling harshly behind his head. A thick collar with a silver ring was buckled tightly around his throat and then he was being tossed around again, forced onto his hands and knees. 

Ivan knelt down on one knee before the vampire, gripping his throat in a hand. 

There was undeniable hatred in the vampire’s golden eyes. A sheen of sweat glistened across his forehead, eyes red and swollen. 

Ivan tied another length of rope to the ring at his collar, and stood up, holding the end in his hand. He laughed, staring down at the vampire. Such a strong, powerful creature, resorted to nothing by a few lengths of rope, a muzzle and collar. 

“Come on.” 

Ivan tugged at the rope and the vampire tumbled forward on his hands and knees. He couldn’t place his hands flat on the ground enough to be able to hold himself up, and instead resorted to hunching forward, his weight leaning on his forearms, leaving his backside perched higher in the air as he tried to balance on his knees with his ankles bound. 

Solomon growled beneath the muzzle as the other guards laughed, staring at him from behind. 

There was another tug at his throat and Sol forced himself to move. He slid his arms forward against the ground, his legs and ankles following. Thankfully there was a few inches of leeway between the ropes at his ankles, so he was able to sort of crawl by slowly shuffling his knees forward one at a time. 

Ivan pulled the rope at his throat upwards, forcing Sol to crane his neck up to stare at the man. 

“You don’t deserve the dignity of standing on your own two feet. So until you learn better, you will crawl. Come.” 

Solomon clenched his hands into fists as Ivan jerked on the rope, nearly taking Sol flat onto his face. He barely managed to keep his balance as he began to crawl. 

Their walk throughout the building seemed like the longest few minutes of Sol’s life. With him having been deemed ‘docile’ enough in all his ropes and restraints, the other guards had left and it was only him and Ivan. There was complete silence. Just the shuffle of Sol slowly moving his way across the ground. 

Eventually they reached a staircase, leading into a dark cellar. Sol could smell it through the muzzle as soon as the door was opened. It was musty, reeking of blood and sweat-soaked dirt.

Ivan held the door open, motioning for Sol to go. Before the vampire could figure how to make it down the stairs bound as he was, there was a boot against his back and he was tumbling forward. 

He landed feet first, rolling over his ankles as the rest of his body followed. He let out a scream as something twisted and snapped. Sharp, bursting pain shot up his leg and he rolled over onto his back, trying to keep any weight off of his back. 

A few moments later Ivan had descended down the stairs and was standing over him. He nudged Sol with his boot, encouraging him to roll over onto his side. 

The pain was blinding, tears began to leak from his face as he curled into himself. 

“Come on, keep moving.” 

Ivan tugged at the rope, encouraging him to return to his hands and knees and Solomon choked out, scrambling for breath. 

“You will crawl, or I will drag you. Now move.” 

Solomon couldn’t. He couldn’t pull himself to his hands and knees. When he tried, he simply collapsed back into the ground, the pain too much to bear putting any sort of pressure on his ankle. 

Ivan sighed and bent drown, grabbing the rope in between Solomon’s wrists. The vampire was dragged across the dirt floor of the basement, staring at nothing but the grey rock walls around him. 

Solomon tried to scan his surroundings, seeing what he could make out through eyes blurry with tears. There was nearly nothing- dirt floor, stone walls. And then he saw chains, hanging from the ceiling, ropes on the floor, a few buckets scattered around, and then a large metal cage in the middle of the room, and he knew immediately where he was headed. 

He tried to mumble a plea underneath the muzzle, shaking his head, nearly begging as Ivan dropped him in front of the opening of the cage. The door was opened up and Solomon could see that it was made entirely of thick metal bars. He stared at the opening like it was the mouth of a beast as Ivan kicked him in the ribs, motioning towards the entrance. 

“Go on in. This is where you’ll stay until you can learn what you are, and what you deserve.” 

Solomon shook his head again, propping himself up on an elbow, trying to tuck his knees under himself to rise off of the floor. The cage was far too small- there wouldn’t even be enough room to turn around in there, let alone lie down comfortably. He could last maybe an hour or two- especially with this pain in his ankle. 

“You can enter of your own choice, and I’ll only lock you in there a day. If you make me force you in there it’ll be a whole week. The choice is yours.”

A whole day? Solomon couldn’t- it’d be too cramped, too tight. His heart was pounding, panicking at the thought of being crammed in there, too tight to breathe. He dragged himself across the floor to the entrance of the cage, peering in as if there was a monster inside ready to bite. He couldn’t do a week. He wouldn’t last. 

But Solomon could not make himself crawl inside. He tried but his body would not move, no matter how much he willed it. His limbs wouldn’t listen to his brain, and he was stuck, shaking and trembling at the entrance. 

Ivan shook his head, and reached down, grabbing the rope around his neck. He yanked it forward and Solomon stumbled, tumbling into the few first inches of the cage. Already the bars started to close in on him and Sol panicked. He pulled himself backwards, playing tug of war between himself and Ivan, not caring about the ability to breathe as he was being choked. 

Ivan kicked Sol in the side again and he gasped beneath the muzzle, clenching his teeth down on the rubber in his mouth. The beating earlier was sure to have cracked a few ribs, and his body was littered in bruises. 

With Sol distracted by the pain, Ivan managed to shove him forward into the cage, pulling him through the last few inches with the rope at his neck. He tied the rope to the bars of the cage, keeping Sol from retreating as he shut the door, locking it shut with the vampire captive inside. 

“You need to think about what you’ve done.” Ivan stated. 

Sol’s heart was pounding, his body aching and trembling as he felt the bars of the cage press into him from all sides. The bars at the floor dug into his knees, pressing into his shoulders and back. He was forced to sit on his hands and knees, perfectly folded in half with his hands tucked tight against his chest. He was forced to stay nice and still, only enough room to move a few inches in any direction, and raise his head up and back down. 

“Your behavior is unacceptable.” Ivan continued. “You’ve shown us how you are going to be in your time here, and you can make it hard on yourself, or-”

Solomon wasn’t listening. The only thing he could hear was the raging pounding of his own heartbeat. It was swarming him, surrounding him with the panic that was coursing through his veins. He couldn’t comprehend what Ivan was saying. Something about behavior, and what he deserved. 

He only pushed away the panic for one moment to hear Ivan’s last words as he departed back up the stairs, leaving Solomon alone in the darkness. 

“I’ll see you in one week.”

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Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

Ya'll I'm actually posting something! This is part 4 of this installment of Marlowe and Solomon's story. Here is the previous part. Masterlist is here. CW: vampire whumpee, nudity, restraints, defiant whumpee, muzzle, collar, forced to crawl, broken bones, caged, dehumanization.

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Solomon stood, head held up, his naked body littered with bruises as Ivan paced around him, scanning up and down every inch of his body. He felt a rush of shame, a heat at the pit of his stomach when Ivan laughed. 

“Hold out your wrists.”

Solomon clenched his teeth, remembering this man’s threat on Marlowe, and did as he was told. 

Thick rope wrapped around both wrists, scratching into his skin, keeping them bound tightly together. He let his arms fall to his sides once Ivan was done, his hands folded in front of his stomach. 

Ivan held out another piece of rope in front of Sol’s face with one hand, gripping him by the chin with the other. 

“This one is for your feet. If you even think of kicking me, I will chop off your toes, understand?” 

Solomon gave the man a slight smirk, nodding his head.

“No kicking, got it.”

Ivan threw the vampire’s face to the side and knelt down on the ground where he begun tying his ankles together. 

Solomon glanced down at the man, and bit his tongue as he released the pressure in his bladder he’d been holding in. He couldn’t help but smile as Ivan glanced up in shock, realization crashing down on him right as it splashed in his face. 

Ivan sputtered, scrambling to his feet as he gasped, wiping his face with his sleeve. He grabbed Solomon by the throat as the vampire smiled. 

“You fucking pissed on me?!” 

“I didn’t kick you.” Sol shrugged. 

Ivan grabbed Sol between the legs, squeezing hard as the vampire gasped. He crumpled to his knees as the man dug his fingers into his skin. Finally Ivan released his grip and Sol gasped out in pain, letting out a strangled groan as the man kicked him hard between the legs. 

Ivan retrieved a rag and wiped off his face, staring down at the creature below him in disgust. 

“You were already on thin ice with that stunt you pulled trying to fight everybody. But now I see how you truly act.”

At Ivan’s command one of the guards shoved Sol onto his back and finished tying his ankles together. 

“If you are going to act no better than a beast, we are going to treat you no better than one.” 

With his ankles and wrists bound, naked on his back on the floor, there wasn’t much else Solomon could do to retaliate. Yet he flinched and growled, thrashing and trying to roll away as more guards and bodies surrounded him. 

There was a hand pushing his head into the floor, another on his chin, there was a weight on his hips, pinning him into the ground. 

His mouth was forced open, something tough and rubbery pressed into his fangs, and then leather wrapped tight around his face, buckling harshly behind his head. A thick collar with a silver ring was buckled tightly around his throat and then he was being tossed around again, forced onto his hands and knees. 

Ivan knelt down on one knee before the vampire, gripping his throat in a hand. 

There was undeniable hatred in the vampire’s golden eyes. A sheen of sweat glistened across his forehead, eyes red and swollen. 

Ivan tied another length of rope to the ring at his collar, and stood up, holding the end in his hand. He laughed, staring down at the vampire. Such a strong, powerful creature, resorted to nothing by a few lengths of rope, a muzzle and collar. 

“Come on.” 

Ivan tugged at the rope and the vampire tumbled forward on his hands and knees. He couldn’t place his hands flat on the ground enough to be able to hold himself up, and instead resorted to hunching forward, his weight leaning on his forearms, leaving his backside perched higher in the air as he tried to balance on his knees with his ankles bound. 

Solomon growled beneath the muzzle as the other guards laughed, staring at him from behind. 

There was another tug at his throat and Sol forced himself to move. He slid his arms forward against the ground, his legs and ankles following. Thankfully there was a few inches of leeway between the ropes at his ankles, so he was able to sort of crawl by slowly shuffling his knees forward one at a time. 

Ivan pulled the rope at his throat upwards, forcing Sol to crane his neck up to stare at the man. 

“You don’t deserve the dignity of standing on your own two feet. So until you learn better, you will crawl. Come.” 

Solomon clenched his hands into fists as Ivan jerked on the rope, nearly taking Sol flat onto his face. He barely managed to keep his balance as he began to crawl. 

Their walk throughout the building seemed like the longest few minutes of Sol’s life. With him having been deemed ‘docile’ enough in all his ropes and restraints, the other guards had left and it was only him and Ivan. There was complete silence. Just the shuffle of Sol slowly moving his way across the ground. 

Eventually they reached a staircase, leading into a dark cellar. Sol could smell it through the muzzle as soon as the door was opened. It was musty, reeking of blood and sweat-soaked dirt.

Ivan held the door open, motioning for Sol to go. Before the vampire could figure how to make it down the stairs bound as he was, there was a boot against his back and he was tumbling forward. 

He landed feet first, rolling over his ankles as the rest of his body followed. He let out a scream as something twisted and snapped. Sharp, bursting pain shot up his leg and he rolled over onto his back, trying to keep any weight off of his back. 

A few moments later Ivan had descended down the stairs and was standing over him. He nudged Sol with his boot, encouraging him to roll over onto his side. 

The pain was blinding, tears began to leak from his face as he curled into himself. 

“Come on, keep moving.” 

Ivan tugged at the rope, encouraging him to return to his hands and knees and Solomon choked out, scrambling for breath. 

“You will crawl, or I will drag you. Now move.” 

Solomon couldn’t. He couldn’t pull himself to his hands and knees. When he tried, he simply collapsed back into the ground, the pain too much to bear putting any sort of pressure on his ankle. 

Ivan sighed and bent drown, grabbing the rope in between Solomon’s wrists. The vampire was dragged across the dirt floor of the basement, staring at nothing but the grey rock walls around him. 

Solomon tried to scan his surroundings, seeing what he could make out through eyes blurry with tears. There was nearly nothing- dirt floor, stone walls. And then he saw chains, hanging from the ceiling, ropes on the floor, a few buckets scattered around, and then a large metal cage in the middle of the room, and he knew immediately where he was headed. 

He tried to mumble a plea underneath the muzzle, shaking his head, nearly begging as Ivan dropped him in front of the opening of the cage. The door was opened up and Solomon could see that it was made entirely of thick metal bars. He stared at the opening like it was the mouth of a beast as Ivan kicked him in the ribs, motioning towards the entrance. 

“Go on in. This is where you’ll stay until you can learn what you are, and what you deserve.” 

Solomon shook his head again, propping himself up on an elbow, trying to tuck his knees under himself to rise off of the floor. The cage was far too small- there wouldn’t even be enough room to turn around in there, let alone lie down comfortably. He could last maybe an hour or two- especially with this pain in his ankle. 

“You can enter of your own choice, and I’ll only lock you in there a day. If you make me force you in there it’ll be a whole week. The choice is yours.”

A whole day? Solomon couldn’t- it’d be too cramped, too tight. His heart was pounding, panicking at the thought of being crammed in there, too tight to breathe. He dragged himself across the floor to the entrance of the cage, peering in as if there was a monster inside ready to bite. He couldn’t do a week. He wouldn’t last. 

But Solomon could not make himself crawl inside. He tried but his body would not move, no matter how much he willed it. His limbs wouldn’t listen to his brain, and he was stuck, shaking and trembling at the entrance. 

Ivan shook his head, and reached down, grabbing the rope around his neck. He yanked it forward and Solomon stumbled, tumbling into the few first inches of the cage. Already the bars started to close in on him and Sol panicked. He pulled himself backwards, playing tug of war between himself and Ivan, not caring about the ability to breathe as he was being choked. 

Ivan kicked Sol in the side again and he gasped beneath the muzzle, clenching his teeth down on the rubber in his mouth. The beating earlier was sure to have cracked a few ribs, and his body was littered in bruises. 

With Sol distracted by the pain, Ivan managed to shove him forward into the cage, pulling him through the last few inches with the rope at his neck. He tied the rope to the bars of the cage, keeping Sol from retreating as he shut the door, locking it shut with the vampire captive inside. 

“You need to think about what you’ve done.” Ivan stated. 

Sol’s heart was pounding, his body aching and trembling as he felt the bars of the cage press into him from all sides. The bars at the floor dug into his knees, pressing into his shoulders and back. He was forced to sit on his hands and knees, perfectly folded in half with his hands tucked tight against his chest. He was forced to stay nice and still, only enough room to move a few inches in any direction, and raise his head up and back down. 

“Your behavior is unacceptable.” Ivan continued. “You’ve shown us how you are going to be in your time here, and you can make it hard on yourself, or-”

Solomon wasn’t listening. The only thing he could hear was the raging pounding of his own heartbeat. It was swarming him, surrounding him with the panic that was coursing through his veins. He couldn’t comprehend what Ivan was saying. Something about behavior, and what he deserved. 

He only pushed away the panic for one moment to hear Ivan’s last words as he departed back up the stairs, leaving Solomon alone in the darkness. 

“I’ll see you in one week.”

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Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

Part 3 of this installment of Sol and Lo's story. We left off here. Masterlist is here. CW: Vampire whumpee, manhandling, restraints, gagged, nonsexual nudity, defiant whumpee. Vampires are seen as animals by humans and are treated as such.

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Solomon awoke to a pounding behind his eyes, and his muscles limp and aching. His forehead was pressed into rough wood beneath him, and he grunted as his body was jostled- his head bouncing up to thud back down. Trying to move his arms felt futile as he realized they had been bound behind his back. Looking up he could see two of the four men that had tackled him to the ground. 

Recollection came back slowly and he realized he was in the back of a wagon- being jostled along a road. He tried to speak- tried to ask any questions to figure out where he was going but there was a cloth tied around his mouth. 

He closed his eyes tight to try and block out the pain and eventually the wagon rolled to a stop. The men grabbed his ankles, dragging him out into the cold night air and forced him to stand. His body still felt shaky and limp and he staggered on his feet. Before Solomon could even get a good look at where they were, he was surrounded on all sides by Ivan’s men. One on either side gripped his arms, keeping him upright, while another led the group in front and another behind, shoving a rod in his back to keep him moving forward. 

What Sol could make out from his surroundings was a large house- made entirely of stone, and surrounded by thick forest on all sides. They were definitely far from the village. 

He was ushered inside through a large wooden door, and taken through several hallways into a large, open area. The walls were made of stone, chains bolted into them, cots lined along the floor. There were a few vampires, curled up, or bound in the chains, wearing the same pale clothes- with the same haunted look in their eyes- staring up at Solomon as he walked past. 

Ivan came to the front of the group, meeting Solomon’s eyes as they continued to walk through the house. 

“This is where you will stay. You will be assigned a cot, and a new set of clothes. However, these are privileges you must earn. Your comfort, your food, your dignity are things that are given to you because you deserve them. You must prove that with your behavior, understand?” 

Solomon stayed silent, refusing to even look at him, keeping his head held high. 

He was led into a near empty room, and brought to a wooden chair in the center. The men forced him to ;sit and before he could resist his bound arms were tied to the chair, and then his ankles as well. 

They untied the cloth from around his mouth and Sol felt the ache in his jaw already. 

“Don’t speak. You are to only speak unless spoken to.”

“Fuck you.” Solomon mumbled. There was a hand, sharp and quick against the side of his face and he groaned as the pounding in his head worsened. 

Ivan’s hand tangled in his hair, wrenching his head back as he leaned down to hiss in his ear. 

“That is one of the most simple rules we have. If you can’t even follow that one, you are going to have quite the time here.”

Solomon spat back in the man’s face, grinning as he staggered back, wiping it off his face with a handkerchief. Ivan shook his head and motioned to the other men, stepping back with a smirk on his face. 

There was a hand on top of his head, a glint of metal at the corner of his eye, and his hair was yanked. The man behind him gathered Solomon’s hair into one fistful, pulling it away with a harsh yank that made Sol hiss. 

“How much sir?” He asked. 

“All. Take all of it.”

“What- wait- no!” Sol cried, bucking away from the man’s grip. He thrashed in the chair but his head was wrenched back. “No- don’t you take my hair- don’t-“

His cries were useless as the shears cut away at the back of his head. In a few snips, his long dark locks had fallen to the floor- shorn off right at the nape of his neck. 

Ivan prowled around the chair, grabbing a handful of the thick hair. He held it up, examining it and dangled it in front of Sol’s face. His hair had previously fallen around his waist- the detached ends now trailing across his lap and spread across the floor. 

“Nothing belongs to you now.” He spat. “Every part of you, every single inch is for your owner. You are an item- a possession- an object designed and created for human use. Because you are a monster. The sooner you realize that, the easier your life will become.”

Solomon glared up at Ivan, tears welling in his eyes. 

“Fuck you.” He snarled again. “Fuck. You!”  

As he went to spit once more in the man’s face, the wad of hair was shoved in his mouth. Ivan clamped his hand down around Solomon’s jaw as the vampire bucked in the chair, pulling tight against his restraints. Ivan’s other hand locked around his throat as he did his best to hold the vampire still. 

Solomon continued to buck, the ropes digging into his wrists, the chair clattering against the floor. 

“Hold still.” Ivan commanded. “You don’t want him to shave off an ear on accident, now would you?” He held Sol’s head tight as the vampire struggled for breath and nodded to the man behind. “Continue. Like I said- take it all.”

Tears leaked out of Solomon’s eyes- and he did his best to hold still despite the lack of breath and his bubbling anger. He could feel the snip of the shears close to his skin- cutting his hair as short as possible, before the was a cold blade against his scalp- shearing off every inch of hair that was left. 

Ivan eased up his grip on Solomon’s throat and removed his hand from his mouth as they finished- leaving just a faint sheen of the dark hair against his scalp. 

Solomon spat out the wad of hair- staring at it where it fell on his lap. His hair had been so long- it had been literal decades since it was last cut. And now it was gone. Just like that. 

He hunched over in the chair, coughing and sputtering to get his breath back- his body trembled, lungs burning. 

He wanted to scream. 

He wanted to throw Ivan to the ground, sink his fangs into him, and tear him into pieces. He was the true monster. And if that’s what he thought Solomon was, that’s what he would become. 

The man behind him bent down to untie his wrists and ankles, leaving Solomon free of his bonds for a moment. 

“Stand, and strip.” Ivan commanded. 

Solomon pulled his hands forward, rubbing his wrists and shakily brought his hands to his head. He felt over the cool skin, his hands trembling as he brought them back to his lap, his hands clenched in fists.

“I’ll give you one more chance to obey on your own or we’ll do it for you. Stand, and remove your clothes.”

Solomon shakily stood from the chair, his legs trembling slightly. He held his head low on his chest, and then quickly turned back around, picking up the chair as he did so. 

In a swift move he swung the chair behind him to the other man, crashing it down over his head and shoulders. 

Solomon screamed- he cried out as the man crashed to the floor, and he threw himself on top of him. He pinned the man down- and was able to land a few good hits before the other guards rushed into the room. They pried Solomon away as he tried to lock his hands around the man’s throat- snarling and screaming as they did so. 

Ivan stood by the door, arms folded across his chest as the men threw the vampire to the floor. 

He watched as the creature pulled one of the men down with him, immediately rolling over to climb on top and start raining blows down to his face. It was three against one, yet the vampire was holding his own. One of the men held his baton against the vampire’s throat, pulling tightly from behind- yet the creature gripped the back of his shirt, throwing him over his head to crash to the ground. 

The vampire clambered off of the guard, making his way to his feet before heading straight for Ivan.

“Fuck you!” Solomon snarled. “I’m going to tear you into pieces!” He screamed. Before the vampire could reach him, one of the guards managed to get to his feet and swung a blow to the side of the creature’s head. It knocked Sol off of his feet and he went crashing to the ground once more in a heap of limbs. 

He snarled and spat- baring his fangs and thrashing against the ground as another blow from the batons crashed down to the other side of his head. Sol rolled over and spat out blood from where he had bit his cheek. He groaned as he clambered to his hands and knees but there was another blow to his back- and then another in between his shoulder blades. 

With a signal from Ivan, all three of the guards let loose onto the vampire. He collapsed onto his stomach as they beat him- crashing the rods down over his back, his legs, and ribs. 

Solomon screamed- crying out with desperate, angry sobs as he was brutally beaten. He spat blood from his mouth onto the cold stone ground below, his head spinning and body trembling until finally they stopped. 

“Strip it.” Ivan commanded. 

Solomon tried to pull himself up to his hands and knees, pulling his limbs underneath him- but it was useless as his limbs were grabbed and pulled away from the safety of his chest. 

One of the guards grabbed the thin tunic shirt he was wearing and pulled it up and over his chest. His trousers were grabbed next, pulled down over and off his hips, leaving him completely laid bare. 

Sol curled in on himself, desperate to shield his body from their prying eyes. He could sense their stares at the scars on his back, the brand at the bottom of his neck. 

He gasped as a bucket of cold water was dumped over him. He blinked the water away from his eyes, trembling and shivering as a second one came crashing down right over his head. 

Sol coughed and sputtered as it rushed up his nose and poured down his throat. 

“Stand up.” Came another command.

Solomon said nothing, gasping and writhing on the floor in pain.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

“Fuck off.” He spat. “You can’t make me do shit.” 

Ivan responded with a chuckle, and there was another blow to his back. Solomon winced, but made no inclination to move. 

“You’ll find very quickly that I can make you do whatever I want.” Ivan knelt down near Solomon, gripping a hand underneath his chin and turning his head sharply to hiss in the vampire’s ear. 

“If you refuse to listen, I’ll just have to pay your dear little human a visit. Who knows, maybe we can bring them here to join you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You wouldn’t-” Sol whispered.

“We both know dear Marlowe isn’t as innocent as they seem.” He hissed. “A few nights spent locked up, a turn at the whipping post, I’m sure it wouldn’t take much to get them to admit everything between you was consensual. And then you’d never see them again.”

Ivan threw Solomon’s head back towards the ground as he stood up and backed away, waiting for the vampire to move. 

“Your choice.”

Solomon hung his head and spat a wad of blood onto the floor, pulling his arms underneath him before shakily rising to his feet. He stood, hands clenched in fists at his sides, head held high, avoiding Ivan’s gaze. 

“Now that’s a good vampire.” He chuckled as Solomon flinched, resisting the urge to lash out and tear Ivan apart. 

He slowly paced around the vampire, scanning every inch of his naked body. Ivan came a few inches shorter, yet held himself with an air of authority that led every other man in the room to defer to him without a second thought. 

Solomon flinched as Ivan’s hand brushed over the back of his neck, fingers grazing over the scar of his brand. The brand that showed the tribe he had dedicated himself to. The tribe that he abandoned, murdered one of his own- and left them all behind without a second thought. 

That brand was as much a part of him now as the dead locks of hair on the ground.

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Ya'll I've been hibernating for a bit working on other projects so I haven't been very active on Tumblr, but I wanted to come on and share some BEAUTIFUL art my best friend did of my boy Andrew. They're over here at @raddyscoops

I'm absolutely obsessed with the colors, his facial expressions, all the details, he's perfect.

Anyways, he is the center of my story "Carrot Top" which can be found here. It's an AU based from the book that I'm writing (hence my lack of activity over here). It's fully complete and it's got lots of good whump, angst, and a happy ending too.

Alright that's all! Back to my hibernation.

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Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

Part 3 of this installment of Sol and Lo's story. We left off here. Masterlist is here. CW: Vampire whumpee, manhandling, restraints, gagged, nonsexual nudity, defiant whumpee. Vampires are seen as animals by humans and are treated as such.

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Solomon awoke to a pounding behind his eyes, and his muscles limp and aching. His forehead was pressed into rough wood beneath him, and he grunted as his body was jostled- his head bouncing up to thud back down. Trying to move his arms felt futile as he realized they had been bound behind his back. Looking up he could see two of the four men that had tackled him to the ground. 

Recollection came back slowly and he realized he was in the back of a wagon- being jostled along a road. He tried to speak- tried to ask any questions to figure out where he was going but there was a cloth tied around his mouth. 

He closed his eyes tight to try and block out the pain and eventually the wagon rolled to a stop. The men grabbed his ankles, dragging him out into the cold night air and forced him to stand. His body still felt shaky and limp and he staggered on his feet. Before Solomon could even get a good look at where they were, he was surrounded on all sides by Ivan’s men. One on either side gripped his arms, keeping him upright, while another led the group in front and another behind, shoving a rod in his back to keep him moving forward. 

What Sol could make out from his surroundings was a large house- made entirely of stone, and surrounded by thick forest on all sides. They were definitely far from the village. 

He was ushered inside through a large wooden door, and taken through several hallways into a large, open area. The walls were made of stone, chains bolted into them, cots lined along the floor. There were a few vampires, curled up, or bound in the chains, wearing the same pale clothes- with the same haunted look in their eyes- staring up at Solomon as he walked past. 

Ivan came to the front of the group, meeting Solomon’s eyes as they continued to walk through the house. 

“This is where you will stay. You will be assigned a cot, and a new set of clothes. However, these are privileges you must earn. Your comfort, your food, your dignity are things that are given to you because you deserve them. You must prove that with your behavior, understand?” 

Solomon stayed silent, refusing to even look at him, keeping his head held high. 

He was led into a near empty room, and brought to a wooden chair in the center. The men forced him to ;sit and before he could resist his bound arms were tied to the chair, and then his ankles as well. 

They untied the cloth from around his mouth and Sol felt the ache in his jaw already. 

“Don’t speak. You are to only speak unless spoken to.”

“Fuck you.” Solomon mumbled. There was a hand, sharp and quick against the side of his face and he groaned as the pounding in his head worsened. 

Ivan’s hand tangled in his hair, wrenching his head back as he leaned down to hiss in his ear. 

“That is one of the most simple rules we have. If you can’t even follow that one, you are going to have quite the time here.”

Solomon spat back in the man’s face, grinning as he staggered back, wiping it off his face with a handkerchief. Ivan shook his head and motioned to the other men, stepping back with a smirk on his face. 

There was a hand on top of his head, a glint of metal at the corner of his eye, and his hair was yanked. The man behind him gathered Solomon’s hair into one fistful, pulling it away with a harsh yank that made Sol hiss. 

“How much sir?” He asked. 

“All. Take all of it.”

“What- wait- no!” Sol cried, bucking away from the man’s grip. He thrashed in the chair but his head was wrenched back. “No- don’t you take my hair- don’t-“

His cries were useless as the shears cut away at the back of his head. In a few snips, his long dark locks had fallen to the floor- shorn off right at the nape of his neck. 

Ivan prowled around the chair, grabbing a handful of the thick hair. He held it up, examining it and dangled it in front of Sol’s face. His hair had previously fallen around his waist- the detached ends now trailing across his lap and spread across the floor. 

“Nothing belongs to you now.” He spat. “Every part of you, every single inch is for your owner. You are an item- a possession- an object designed and created for human use. Because you are a monster. The sooner you realize that, the easier your life will become.”

Solomon glared up at Ivan, tears welling in his eyes. 

“Fuck you.” He snarled again. “Fuck. You!”  

As he went to spit once more in the man’s face, the wad of hair was shoved in his mouth. Ivan clamped his hand down around Solomon’s jaw as the vampire bucked in the chair, pulling tight against his restraints. Ivan’s other hand locked around his throat as he did his best to hold the vampire still. 

Solomon continued to buck, the ropes digging into his wrists, the chair clattering against the floor. 

“Hold still.” Ivan commanded. “You don’t want him to shave off an ear on accident, now would you?” He held Sol’s head tight as the vampire struggled for breath and nodded to the man behind. “Continue. Like I said- take it all.”

Tears leaked out of Solomon’s eyes- and he did his best to hold still despite the lack of breath and his bubbling anger. He could feel the snip of the shears close to his skin- cutting his hair as short as possible, before the was a cold blade against his scalp- shearing off every inch of hair that was left. 

Ivan eased up his grip on Solomon’s throat and removed his hand from his mouth as they finished- leaving just a faint sheen of the dark hair against his scalp. 

Solomon spat out the wad of hair- staring at it where it fell on his lap. His hair had been so long- it had been literal decades since it was last cut. And now it was gone. Just like that. 

He hunched over in the chair, coughing and sputtering to get his breath back- his body trembled, lungs burning. 

He wanted to scream. 

He wanted to throw Ivan to the ground, sink his fangs into him, and tear him into pieces. He was the true monster. And if that’s what he thought Solomon was, that’s what he would become. 

The man behind him bent down to untie his wrists and ankles, leaving Solomon free of his bonds for a moment. 

“Stand, and strip.” Ivan commanded. 

Solomon pulled his hands forward, rubbing his wrists and shakily brought his hands to his head. He felt over the cool skin, his hands trembling as he brought them back to his lap, his hands clenched in fists.

“I’ll give you one more chance to obey on your own or we’ll do it for you. Stand, and remove your clothes.”

Solomon shakily stood from the chair, his legs trembling slightly. He held his head low on his chest, and then quickly turned back around, picking up the chair as he did so. 

In a swift move he swung the chair behind him to the other man, crashing it down over his head and shoulders. 

Solomon screamed- he cried out as the man crashed to the floor, and he threw himself on top of him. He pinned the man down- and was able to land a few good hits before the other guards rushed into the room. They pried Solomon away as he tried to lock his hands around the man’s throat- snarling and screaming as they did so. 

Ivan stood by the door, arms folded across his chest as the men threw the vampire to the floor. 

He watched as the creature pulled one of the men down with him, immediately rolling over to climb on top and start raining blows down to his face. It was three against one, yet the vampire was holding his own. One of the men held his baton against the vampire’s throat, pulling tightly from behind- yet the creature gripped the back of his shirt, throwing him over his head to crash to the ground. 

The vampire clambered off of the guard, making his way to his feet before heading straight for Ivan.

“Fuck you!” Solomon snarled. “I’m going to tear you into pieces!” He screamed. Before the vampire could reach him, one of the guards managed to get to his feet and swung a blow to the side of the creature’s head. It knocked Sol off of his feet and he went crashing to the ground once more in a heap of limbs. 

He snarled and spat- baring his fangs and thrashing against the ground as another blow from the batons crashed down to the other side of his head. Sol rolled over and spat out blood from where he had bit his cheek. He groaned as he clambered to his hands and knees but there was another blow to his back- and then another in between his shoulder blades. 

With a signal from Ivan, all three of the guards let loose onto the vampire. He collapsed onto his stomach as they beat him- crashing the rods down over his back, his legs, and ribs. 

Solomon screamed- crying out with desperate, angry sobs as he was brutally beaten. He spat blood from his mouth onto the cold stone ground below, his head spinning and body trembling until finally they stopped. 

“Strip it.” Ivan commanded. 

Solomon tried to pull himself up to his hands and knees, pulling his limbs underneath him- but it was useless as his limbs were grabbed and pulled away from the safety of his chest. 

One of the guards grabbed the thin tunic shirt he was wearing and pulled it up and over his chest. His trousers were grabbed next, pulled down over and off his hips, leaving him completely laid bare. 

Sol curled in on himself, desperate to shield his body from their prying eyes. He could sense their stares at the scars on his back, the brand at the bottom of his neck. 

He gasped as a bucket of cold water was dumped over him. He blinked the water away from his eyes, trembling and shivering as a second one came crashing down right over his head. 

Sol coughed and sputtered as it rushed up his nose and poured down his throat. 

“Stand up.” Came another command.

Solomon said nothing, gasping and writhing on the floor in pain.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

“Fuck off.” He spat. “You can’t make me do shit.” 

Ivan responded with a chuckle, and there was another blow to his back. Solomon winced, but made no inclination to move. 

“You’ll find very quickly that I can make you do whatever I want.” Ivan knelt down near Solomon, gripping a hand underneath his chin and turning his head sharply to hiss in the vampire’s ear. 

“If you refuse to listen, I’ll just have to pay your dear little human a visit. Who knows, maybe we can bring them here to join you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You wouldn’t-” Sol whispered.

“We both know dear Marlowe isn’t as innocent as they seem.” He hissed. “A few nights spent locked up, a turn at the whipping post, I’m sure it wouldn’t take much to get them to admit everything between you was consensual. And then you’d never see them again.”

Ivan threw Solomon’s head back towards the ground as he stood up and backed away, waiting for the vampire to move. 

“Your choice.”

Solomon hung his head and spat a wad of blood onto the floor, pulling his arms underneath him before shakily rising to his feet. He stood, hands clenched in fists at his sides, head held high, avoiding Ivan’s gaze. 

“Now that’s a good vampire.” He chuckled as Solomon flinched, resisting the urge to lash out and tear Ivan apart. 

He slowly paced around the vampire, scanning every inch of his naked body. Ivan came a few inches shorter, yet held himself with an air of authority that led every other man in the room to defer to him without a second thought. 

Solomon flinched as Ivan’s hand brushed over the back of his neck, fingers grazing over the scar of his brand. The brand that showed the tribe he had dedicated himself to. The tribe that he abandoned, murdered one of his own- and left them all behind without a second thought. 

That brand was as much a part of him now as the dead locks of hair on the ground.

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Tag List: @imagination1reality0 @thecyrulik @whumpsday @termsnconditions-apply @spectral-whumpy-writer @raddyscoops 

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Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

Part 3 of this installment of Sol and Lo's story. We left off here. Masterlist is here. CW: Vampire whumpee, manhandling, restraints, gagged, nonsexual nudity, defiant whumpee. Vampires are seen as animals by humans and are treated as such.

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Solomon awoke to a pounding behind his eyes, and his muscles limp and aching. His forehead was pressed into rough wood beneath him, and he grunted as his body was jostled- his head bouncing up to thud back down. Trying to move his arms felt futile as he realized they had been bound behind his back. Looking up he could see two of the four men that had tackled him to the ground. 

Recollection came back slowly and he realized he was in the back of a wagon- being jostled along a road. He tried to speak- tried to ask any questions to figure out where he was going but there was a cloth tied around his mouth. 

He closed his eyes tight to try and block out the pain and eventually the wagon rolled to a stop. The men grabbed his ankles, dragging him out into the cold night air and forced him to stand. His body still felt shaky and limp and he staggered on his feet. Before Solomon could even get a good look at where they were, he was surrounded on all sides by Ivan’s men. One on either side gripped his arms, keeping him upright, while another led the group in front and another behind, shoving a rod in his back to keep him moving forward. 

What Sol could make out from his surroundings was a large house- made entirely of stone, and surrounded by thick forest on all sides. They were definitely far from the village. 

He was ushered inside through a large wooden door, and taken through several hallways into a large, open area. The walls were made of stone, chains bolted into them, cots lined along the floor. There were a few vampires, curled up, or bound in the chains, wearing the same pale clothes- with the same haunted look in their eyes- staring up at Solomon as he walked past. 

Ivan came to the front of the group, meeting Solomon’s eyes as they continued to walk through the house. 

“This is where you will stay. You will be assigned a cot, and a new set of clothes. However, these are privileges you must earn. Your comfort, your food, your dignity are things that are given to you because you deserve them. You must prove that with your behavior, understand?” 

Solomon stayed silent, refusing to even look at him, keeping his head held high. 

He was led into a near empty room, and brought to a wooden chair in the center. The men forced him to ;sit and before he could resist his bound arms were tied to the chair, and then his ankles as well. 

They untied the cloth from around his mouth and Sol felt the ache in his jaw already. 

“Don’t speak. You are to only speak unless spoken to.”

“Fuck you.” Solomon mumbled. There was a hand, sharp and quick against the side of his face and he groaned as the pounding in his head worsened. 

Ivan’s hand tangled in his hair, wrenching his head back as he leaned down to hiss in his ear. 

“That is one of the most simple rules we have. If you can’t even follow that one, you are going to have quite the time here.”

Solomon spat back in the man’s face, grinning as he staggered back, wiping it off his face with a handkerchief. Ivan shook his head and motioned to the other men, stepping back with a smirk on his face. 

There was a hand on top of his head, a glint of metal at the corner of his eye, and his hair was yanked. The man behind him gathered Solomon’s hair into one fistful, pulling it away with a harsh yank that made Sol hiss. 

“How much sir?” He asked. 

“All. Take all of it.”

“What- wait- no!” Sol cried, bucking away from the man’s grip. He thrashed in the chair but his head was wrenched back. “No- don’t you take my hair- don’t-“

His cries were useless as the shears cut away at the back of his head. In a few snips, his long dark locks had fallen to the floor- shorn off right at the nape of his neck. 

Ivan prowled around the chair, grabbing a handful of the thick hair. He held it up, examining it and dangled it in front of Sol’s face. His hair had previously fallen around his waist- the detached ends now trailing across his lap and spread across the floor. 

“Nothing belongs to you now.” He spat. “Every part of you, every single inch is for your owner. You are an item- a possession- an object designed and created for human use. Because you are a monster. The sooner you realize that, the easier your life will become.”

Solomon glared up at Ivan, tears welling in his eyes. 

“Fuck you.” He snarled again. “Fuck. You!”  

As he went to spit once more in the man’s face, the wad of hair was shoved in his mouth. Ivan clamped his hand down around Solomon’s jaw as the vampire bucked in the chair, pulling tight against his restraints. Ivan’s other hand locked around his throat as he did his best to hold the vampire still. 

Solomon continued to buck, the ropes digging into his wrists, the chair clattering against the floor. 

“Hold still.” Ivan commanded. “You don’t want him to shave off an ear on accident, now would you?” He held Sol’s head tight as the vampire struggled for breath and nodded to the man behind. “Continue. Like I said- take it all.”

Tears leaked out of Solomon’s eyes- and he did his best to hold still despite the lack of breath and his bubbling anger. He could feel the snip of the shears close to his skin- cutting his hair as short as possible, before the was a cold blade against his scalp- shearing off every inch of hair that was left. 

Ivan eased up his grip on Solomon’s throat and removed his hand from his mouth as they finished- leaving just a faint sheen of the dark hair against his scalp. 

Solomon spat out the wad of hair- staring at it where it fell on his lap. His hair had been so long- it had been literal decades since it was last cut. And now it was gone. Just like that. 

He hunched over in the chair, coughing and sputtering to get his breath back- his body trembled, lungs burning. 

He wanted to scream. 

He wanted to throw Ivan to the ground, sink his fangs into him, and tear him into pieces. He was the true monster. And if that’s what he thought Solomon was, that’s what he would become. 

The man behind him bent down to untie his wrists and ankles, leaving Solomon free of his bonds for a moment. 

“Stand, and strip.” Ivan commanded. 

Solomon pulled his hands forward, rubbing his wrists and shakily brought his hands to his head. He felt over the cool skin, his hands trembling as he brought them back to his lap, his hands clenched in fists.

“I’ll give you one more chance to obey on your own or we’ll do it for you. Stand, and remove your clothes.”

Solomon shakily stood from the chair, his legs trembling slightly. He held his head low on his chest, and then quickly turned back around, picking up the chair as he did so. 

In a swift move he swung the chair behind him to the other man, crashing it down over his head and shoulders. 

Solomon screamed- he cried out as the man crashed to the floor, and he threw himself on top of him. He pinned the man down- and was able to land a few good hits before the other guards rushed into the room. They pried Solomon away as he tried to lock his hands around the man’s throat- snarling and screaming as they did so. 

Ivan stood by the door, arms folded across his chest as the men threw the vampire to the floor. 

He watched as the creature pulled one of the men down with him, immediately rolling over to climb on top and start raining blows down to his face. It was three against one, yet the vampire was holding his own. One of the men held his baton against the vampire’s throat, pulling tightly from behind- yet the creature gripped the back of his shirt, throwing him over his head to crash to the ground. 

The vampire clambered off of the guard, making his way to his feet before heading straight for Ivan.

“Fuck you!” Solomon snarled. “I’m going to tear you into pieces!” He screamed. Before the vampire could reach him, one of the guards managed to get to his feet and swung a blow to the side of the creature’s head. It knocked Sol off of his feet and he went crashing to the ground once more in a heap of limbs. 

He snarled and spat- baring his fangs and thrashing against the ground as another blow from the batons crashed down to the other side of his head. Sol rolled over and spat out blood from where he had bit his cheek. He groaned as he clambered to his hands and knees but there was another blow to his back- and then another in between his shoulder blades. 

With a signal from Ivan, all three of the guards let loose onto the vampire. He collapsed onto his stomach as they beat him- crashing the rods down over his back, his legs, and ribs. 

Solomon screamed- crying out with desperate, angry sobs as he was brutally beaten. He spat blood from his mouth onto the cold stone ground below, his head spinning and body trembling until finally they stopped. 

“Strip it.” Ivan commanded. 

Solomon tried to pull himself up to his hands and knees, pulling his limbs underneath him- but it was useless as his limbs were grabbed and pulled away from the safety of his chest. 

One of the guards grabbed the thin tunic shirt he was wearing and pulled it up and over his chest. His trousers were grabbed next, pulled down over and off his hips, leaving him completely laid bare. 

Sol curled in on himself, desperate to shield his body from their prying eyes. He could sense their stares at the scars on his back, the brand at the bottom of his neck. 

He gasped as a bucket of cold water was dumped over him. He blinked the water away from his eyes, trembling and shivering as a second one came crashing down right over his head. 

Sol coughed and sputtered as it rushed up his nose and poured down his throat. 

“Stand up.” Came another command.

Solomon said nothing, gasping and writhing on the floor in pain.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

“Fuck off.” He spat. “You can’t make me do shit.” 

Ivan responded with a chuckle, and there was another blow to his back. Solomon winced, but made no inclination to move. 

“You’ll find very quickly that I can make you do whatever I want.” Ivan knelt down near Solomon, gripping a hand underneath his chin and turning his head sharply to hiss in the vampire’s ear. 

“If you refuse to listen, I’ll just have to pay your dear little human a visit. Who knows, maybe we can bring them here to join you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You wouldn’t-” Sol whispered.

“We both know dear Marlowe isn’t as innocent as they seem.” He hissed. “A few nights spent locked up, a turn at the whipping post, I’m sure it wouldn’t take much to get them to admit everything between you was consensual. And then you’d never see them again.”

Ivan threw Solomon’s head back towards the ground as he stood up and backed away, waiting for the vampire to move. 

“Your choice.”

Solomon hung his head and spat a wad of blood onto the floor, pulling his arms underneath him before shakily rising to his feet. He stood, hands clenched in fists at his sides, head held high, avoiding Ivan’s gaze. 

“Now that’s a good vampire.” He chuckled as Solomon flinched, resisting the urge to lash out and tear Ivan apart. 

He slowly paced around the vampire, scanning every inch of his naked body. Ivan came a few inches shorter, yet held himself with an air of authority that led every other man in the room to defer to him without a second thought. 

Solomon flinched as Ivan’s hand brushed over the back of his neck, fingers grazing over the scar of his brand. The brand that showed the tribe he had dedicated himself to. The tribe that he abandoned, murdered one of his own- and left them all behind without a second thought. 

That brand was as much a part of him now as the dead locks of hair on the ground.

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Tag List: @imagination1reality0 @thecyrulik @whumpsday @termsnconditions-apply @spectral-whumpy-writer @raddyscoops 

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Whumptober 12- Starvation/cannibalism

CW: Cannibalism, blood, some gore, death, immortal whumpee. (This follows my immortal whumpee Marlowe, their masterllist is here.)

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They had already been trapped for two days. These tunnels and caves that they were lost in seemed to extend for miles, and no matter how far they backtracked or circled around, it seemed to just take them deeper and deeper into the depths of the unknown.

Their food ran out on day 5. They had started rationing it but, it was bound to run dry eventually. Marlowe already felt themselves starting to decay- they’d give parts of their rations to the others. None of them knew what to do when there was no more water. They collected what little they could that dripped from the ceilings and walls. By day 7 Marlowe was starting to feel they’d be the only one to make it out of here alive. 

They were in pitch darkness by day 9. What little they could burn for light they did. There were barely any clothes on their backs. The few plants that survived in those caverns were hard to come by, but when they did they would chew on the softer leaves and burn the bark for light and warmth. There was the occasional bat, mice, or other creature in the caves, but it was never enough food for all of them.

Marlowe wasn’t surprised when they were the chosen unlucky one on day 13. The party didn’t kill Lo right away. Lo didn’t think any of them had the guts to. But they were desperate enough to hold Lo down while another sawed off one of their arms with a pocketknife. Marlowe’s screams rang so loud throughout the empty caverns that they had to cover their mouth, holding them down as the rest of them plugged their ears and looked away. 

The arm lasted everyone a few more days shared amongst them all. Well, not Lo of course. They were starving, but even an immortal had their limits. Lo would survive off of the plants and the few rats and vermin they found, and everyone else would survive on Marlowe. 

They came for the other arm on day 19. The first one they had eaten had started growing back- a slow, terrible process that would go much faster if Lo was fed, healthy, and rested. Lo was too tired to scream when they were held down the second time- instead, ragged, gasping breaths of pain spilled from their lips.

Nobody had wanted to carry Lo, so it was only in a fit of desperation that the group finally came for a leg on day 27. The knife started cutting in below the knee, but Lo could see in the darkness that the ragged looks on their faces of starvation, and the fearful desperation behind their eyes meant that they were bound to take more. Afterwards Marlowe lay in a pile of painful deliriousness- fading in and out of consciousness, and life itself. They barely made out words from the whispered conversations of the others as they lay on the cold damp ground. 

Easier to carry in pieces-

Keep it fresh, it’ll regrow-

-how is it still alive?-

It was day- Marlowe couldn’t recall how long it had been. They continuously were in and out of delirium, their body being passed from person to person as everyone continued making their way through the endless caverns. Lo was exhausted- their body now trying to regrow all four of their limbs- fading into death moments at a time just to be pulled back long enough to grow a little bit more. 

Yet as their limbs grew, trying to regenerate and heal from it’s wounds, more would be taken. What little pieces they could hack away they would, leaving Marlowe nothing more than a starving, bloody, lifeless mess. 

When the party finally emerged from the caverns into harsh sunlight, no one could believe it. The comfort and the cold of the caves was nearly more familiar at this point than the warmth and sunshine they had once knew. 

The group was finally able to put what had passed behind them, leaving nothing more than a bloody, limbless corpse behind.

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Whumptober 11- "Leave no trace behind like you don't even exist"

CW: Intimate/possessive whumper, restraints, manhandling, suicide

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"You don't know?" He taunted, hands folded behind his back, a smirk over his face. "You really don't know why they haven't come for you?"

"They- I- I don't know-" He choked out with a sob. "I thought they would've-"

"Would've what?" He smirked, bending over to grip his captive by the chin where he was kneeling on the ground. "Would've come swooping in to rescue you?" He leaned in closer, seeing the tears swell in his eyes. "I hate to break it to you, they're not coming. Do you know why?"

His captive shook his head, pulling again once more at the bonds behind his back that he had grown so familiar with. 

"To them- you're dead."

"No I- they- they still care about me. They're still looking." 

"You're not listening, they really, and truly believe that you are dead."

He sniffled, pulling away. "You're- you're lying-"

"Darling, it's been months. You were always dead from the beginning. From the moment I brought you here, dragged you away from them, and held you here- you were dead. They didn't even start looking in the first place." He knelt down in front of them, tilting up his chin with a finger.

"They think you killed  yourself."

Silence filled the air for a moment until his captive broke into sobs- his voice catching in his throat.

"No- no they- they wouldn't, I- I'd never, I-"

"Oh I wrote a very convincing letter. I made you disappear without a trace, like you never even existed in the first place. They didn't even bother to search for a body. After all, it's impossible to find anything in that water under the bridge you jumped from."

His captive tipped forward, hands still bound behind his back, curling in on himself in sobs. 

"Why would you- why would you let me hope?" He cried, breaking into sobs. "If you knew they- if you knew that they weren't looking, why would you let me think I had- had a chance?"

"A chance of what? Of leaving?" He pulled his captive up to his feet, holding his wrists where they were bound behind his back- and then he drew them in close, forcing him flush against himself as he drew his lips to his ear. 

"Darling, I let you have hope because it was entertaining to see you fight back. I liked that defiant streak in you- but I've grown tired of it." He pulled away, keeping them pressed close against him and gripped their chin in his hand. 

"It's time for that defiance in you to end. You have nothing to go back to, nothing to fight for."

His sobs washed over him in ugly, furious waves. He thrashed against his captor, trying desperately to pull away but he was held tight. Eventually his energy washed away, and he collapsed forward into his captor's arms. 

"I'm all you have left now, don't you understand?" He pulled them in closer, feeling the silent cries that ripped through his body, a hand pressed to the back of his head, the other on the small of his back below his bound hands. "Your entire purpose now, is up to me. Your life, your existence, is now mine." He gripped his captive by the chin once more, forcing his head up, holding his gaze. 

"Your only choice now, is to obey. Do you understand?" 

He sniffled, face flushed and eyes red with tears as he looked up into the eyes of the man who know held his life in his hands.

"Do you understand?" 

"Yes sir."

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Whumptober 10- Blow to the head

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"I- I can't think straight," he mumbled. He held onto the doorway like a lifeline as his feet stumbled beneath him. Everything was spinning. "I'm fine though, promise, it's just- hard to-"

His partner was underneath him in an instant. catching him before his knees could hit the floor.

"You're slurring your words babe. What happened?"

"M-'mfine-"

They pulled him to the floor, letting him slump against them and he leaned his head back against their shoulder. 

"You don't seem fine." 

"I just- hit myhead-"

"You hit your head? Let me see!" They cried. They knew that the training he was being put through was too much. He was being overworked. As 'necessary' as they might've claimed it to be, they couldn't stand to see their partner coming home every day exhausted, bruised, and barely able to stand. 

They look at his head, there was definitely a bump on the back, a nice bruise forming and they pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. His eyelashes fluttered as he leaned back into them. 

"Babe you need to take it easy, you can't keep pushing yourself like this. How far are you going to go?" 

He sat up a little bit, and they could feel the wince that he tried to hide. 

"I- I need to train, I havto- have to get better-" His breathing was labored, and his partner knew that there would be no arguing with him about this. As much as they would've liked to make it stop altogether, the most they could do was be here to pick up the pieces. 

"I'm alright- only hurtsa- a bit."

He winced again, pulling himself away from his partner before slowly rising to his feet. He staggered for a moment, taking a few steps before his legs collapsed beneath him and he crashed to the floor. 

His partner cried out- sweeping their way over towards him and cradled his head in their hands. 

"You're not going tomorrow." They demanded. "That's final."

"But I-" He muttered- before a wave of pain came crashing over his tired body. "Oh- okay." He mumbled, before finally passing out from the pain.

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Whumptober 9- Obsession/"Frame me up on the wall just to keep me out of trouble"

CW: Pet whumpee, possessive/intimate whumper, restraints

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"You know I have to do this. It's for your own good, understand?" He brushed away a few tears from his pet's face. "If I let you down there with everyone else, you'd get into far much trouble."

"I- I won't, please- I won't get into trouble. I'll be good, please, let me be good-" They choked on their sobs, tears streaming down their face- ruining the pretty makeup that he had painted on them earlier. 

"That's what you said last time. Now stop crying, you're ruining your makeup." 

They sniffled, holding back the tears. "Yes- yes sir."

His little pet sat silently, letting him wipe their face and reapply some of the makeup that had been smudged from their tears. 

"There you are- you look so pretty for me, don't you? You may not be down there in the party with everyone but you still need to look your best now don't you?" 

"Yes s-sir." The tears were still lodged in their chest, still threatening to spill out despite their best efforts. 

"Let's go get you in position, alright?" 

His little pet held their head on their chest as they were led down into the main room of the house. It had a massive entryway, a big staircase leading up into the main floor. Another area led off into the kitchen where the drinks and appetizers were already being prepared. Right to the side of the large staircase though, was the ornate fireplace. It was definitely the focal point of the entire room, drawing the eye of the guests upwards to the twenty foot ceilings.

That's where his little pet would be. 

"Please, I don't- I don't want to go up there-" they whimpered, cleaning to their owner's arm with desperation. 

"Come now, you know it's for the best. This way, everyone can see how beautiful you are, see your perfection, and yet you'll be perfectly safe, out of their reach."

"I don't- I don't think I want them all to see-"

He gripped his pet's chin in his hand, forcing them to look up into his eyes. 

"You understand you don't get a choice? I know what's best for you, so you do what I say. If you're down here, people can hurt you. Up there, they can only look, never touch." His hand caressed to the back of their neck, holding them tight. "Only I can touch you, you understand?" 

His pet sniffled back oncoming tears and nodded. "I, I understand."

"Good. Now sit down." He motioned to the swing that hung from the ceiling, it was only a foot or two of the ground right now, positioned in front of the fireplace. 

His pet slowly made their way, sittin gingerly on the edge of the swing, holding on to the ropes desperately as their ankles were grabbed. He bound their ankles together with a soft ribbon, tight enough that it wouldn't come undone, yet not tight enough to hurt. Then he wound the ribbon further up their body, moving it along their thighs, their stomach, and then crawling up their arms to tie their wrists to the rope. Even if they let go once the swing was up in the air they would still be secured enough not to fall. 

"Open your mouth darling."

His pet choked out one final sob as they obeyed, opening their mouth to let the gag be placed behind their teeth. A simple rubber one, meant to muffle any sounds or cries they might make, and then the ribbon was tied around their mouth as well. 

"Oh don't you look lovely. No don't cry. It'll ruin your makeup again." He nodded towards one of the other servants bustling about, and they went to the system of ropes and pulleys on the wall, carefully tucked to the side of the fireplace, hidden neatly out of sight.

His pet closed their eyes shut as they felt themselves rising into the air, swinging softly back and forth on the swing. Once they were in position, only a foot or two away from the ceiling, did they open their eyes. They made the mistake of looking down towards the floor and jolted in panic, causing the swing to sway. 

"Don't worry pet, you'll be nice and safe up there until the parties over." He called up to them.

Yet his pet couldn't hear him over the sound of their own panic.  

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Whumptober 8- Sleep Deprivation/Forced to Stay Awake

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He choked out a sob, the electric shocks coursing through his system once more. 

“Please-” He cried out with a sob. “I’m so- so tired.”

He lay, chained to the table, his wrists and ankles restrained tightly. There was a shock collar around his neck, wires, streaming from his head- tuned to register whenever he started drifting asleep- and then sending shocks to the collar.

His body trembled, muscles aching and throbbing. 

He had been here for three days. 

There was an iv in his arm, keeping him nourished, but even before they had hooked him to this table, he hadn’t slept for days. 

There was always too many nightmares. 

He used to beg not to fall asleep, he’d do anything to avoid the terror- but now there was nothing he wanted more.

A strangled scream ripped from his throat as the shock collar activated again. It was getting harder and harder to stay awake. His body thrashed against the cold table, flaring up the bruises from where his muscled had been pressed into it for days. 

“I just- just want to sleep-” he sobbed. “Please- please!” He cried. 

How long could a person go without sleep? 

As his cries went unanswered, he trembled with the realization that he was going to find out.