#teeth whump

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

unpopular opinion but whump should and deserves to be messy

"Yeah duh there's plenty of scenarios with blood and tears--" no. I want more.

I want pink tinted spit dribbling out of Whumpee's mouth. I want strings of saliva connecting between their busted lip to Whumper's tongue. I want drool running down the corners of their mouths because of a gag that makes it difficult to swallow.

I want sweat making Whumpee feel sticky and clammy to the touch. I want their skin to be slick and soaking into their soiled clothes. I want them to squirm in discomfort of a dirty shirt clinging to their back from precious fluids that are going to risk further dehydration. I want their hair to be continuously damp and hanging in thick strands in their face.

I want the scabs to turn white with pus and black with infection. I want old wounds to tear open and bleed a thick red. I want the pink flesh underneath to pulse and quiver, the sight of yellow fat and cartilage. I want blood vessels and capillaries to burst and spread over an area, I want burns to start brown and peel away to a tender pink.

I want Whumpee to vomit out of their nose because their mouth is gagged. I want bile to reek on their clothing and on their tongue. I want them to grow use to the taste of bitter blood and burning chyme forever in the back of their throat. I want them to have to snort and hack to be able to spit out whatever was still caught on their tongue or risk swallowing it down.

I want their tears to remain unwiped and crusting over their eyes. I want snot to smear over their cheeks and leave their lips uncomfortably tacky. I want their face to remain blotchy and red because they just can't get it clean. I want dirt and blood and skin to build up under their fingernails to the point they risk infecting their own wounds if they try and mess with it. I want Whumpee to only be sprayed down with cold water and an old towel, never any soap and never in all the creases of their body.

I want their bodies caked in grime and viscera and bodily fluids. I want Whumper to never give them the luxury of feeling clean and in fact actively making them more filthy each time. I want Whumpee's clothes yellowed and their hair matted and their skin sickly. I want injuries to never properly heal so that the only option is to amputate the necrosis. I want Whumper to force Whumpee to clean up whatever kind of mess they made by licking it off the floor.

I want arteries to spew like a garden sprinkler. I want the exposed roots of pulled teeth to dangle freely in their mouth. I want Whumpee's hair, including all of their body hair, to grow to unruly lengths that are constantly tangled and ingrown. I want them to find comfort in starving because it means there's nothing to risk throwing up. I want them to scrub their skin raw and bleeding, uncaring how much it aggravates their injuries or how the soap stings, the first chance they're given for a real bath.

I want it to be nasty!!!!!!

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Fixed

Masterlist

You expected comfort ? Get WHUMPED ! I'm so evil. Also I wrote this instead of an essay due tomorrow. Worth it.

CW mouth whump (again), blood, self harm.

Everest didn't care that it had been an accident. It didn't matter; the only important thing was that he had bitten Raphael. Broken the one rule, the most important one. Even if Raphael had tried to reassure him, to tell him that he was fine, that the vampire hadn't hurt him, he knew it wasn't true. Because the human was asleep now, early in the evening, his body colder than usual, his breath deeper.

He could've killed him. If his body hadn't rejected the blood, he would've drained Raphael of it, like a wild animal.

The thought was enough to make the tears well up in Everest's eyes again, and he tightened his grip on the human's shirt. He didn't deserve to be here, wearing warm clothes, in a real bed.

Everything the hunters had told him so many times, that he was a monster, that he should be dead, it was all true, and he had just proven it.

The only thing he deserved was suffering and... Death. The thing he feared the most. He was more scared of dying than he was of hurting Raphael again.

But still, he had to make sure such a thing wouldn't happen again. He had to. Everest sniffed and wiped away his tears. He would prove that he could be more than a bloodsucking monster.

When Raphael woke up, it was already late in the morning. It took him a minute to remember the previous day's incident, and he looked around, searching for Everest, who he remembered was tucked against him when he had fallen asleep. But the small vampire was nowhere to be seen, and the human suddenly had a bad feeling. He remembered the sheer horror and fear on his face after he had realised what he was doing. The guilt, even though it was obvious he had no idea what he was doing. Raphael would've never thought of blaming Everest, but he knew he didn't need to.

But where was the vampire?

His clothes were still bloodstained but he didn't bother to change them, calling out the hybrid's name as he checked all the rooms upstairs and went down the stairs. There was no answer, and his voice grew more and more panicked, looking everywhere he knew Everest liked to hide or sleep. But he wasn't anywhere, and all Raphael could think about was please, not again. Please, don't be gone.

Everest wasn't gone. But still, the human's heart came to a halt as he stepped into the kitchen, his eyes drawn to the blood pooling on the white tiling. So much red.

The vampire was collapsed on the floor, unconscious, his lips parted and a knife in his hand. His grip was still tight on the handle, as if his life depended on it. And in his left hand, which was limply open, laid two unassuming objects, two bloodstained fangs. There was still bloodied flesh attached to their bases. It was a butchery.

Raphael's breath hitched as he knelt next to him and gently pries his hand open, taking the knife away. He pulled Everest into his arms, and took his head in his hands. There was dried blood all around his mouth, and worse was the inside. It looked like he had stabbed his upper gingiva, in blind rage– or fear. Most likely a mix of both. Raphael felt a wave of nausea crawl up his throat at the sight, as well as an overwhelming feeling of helplessness. Why had the vampire done that to himself ? And how could Raphael have stopped him ?

He stood up, cradling Everest in his arms, like a child. Despite being unconscious, the vampire's lips were trembling, half parted to relieve the pain he had caused himself. In the living room, he comfortably settled him on a couch, coming back a minute later with a first aid kit and a wet cloth. First of all, he needed to clean all of the blood away. At least, he didn't have to worry about staining his clothes.

As Raphael gently dabbed his lips, Everest's milky eyes fluttered open, his breath stuttering when the pain hit him. But to the human's surprise he grinned weakly, his lips slowly stretching, revealing the holes in his teeth. It was a broken, sad smile, but what broke Raphael's heart was the hope in his expression. It was a genuine, hopeful smile, that meant "There, I fixed it."

But there had been nothing to fix.

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[doumidas]

more teeth! a follow-up to this post.

porter's teeth have been through a lot.

(please click for higher quality)

[softvampirewhump]

If vampires had dentures as human, would they grow teeth back while undergoing the transformation? If not, how would you account for what I'd assume would be the shrinkage of their mouth. 😮‍💨 im assuming off-screen magic but...I need opinions. i dont have dentures

[lumpywhump]

tw: teeth/mouth whump

Y'all for like whumpee's imprisoned in a dank cell that just gets basic needs filled + torture. TEETH. The dudes got teeth. The dude prob doesn't have access to a toothbrush so like imagine the possibilities! whumpee who can't eat anything with extreme temperatures bc of all the cavities. Whumper who forces whumpee to anyways!

whumper making fun of whumpee for their bad breath

ridiculing whumpee when one of their teeth fall out. "Wow whumpee you should be taking better care of your self."

if whumpee gasps and the air is cold then that hurts a lot with cavities!

whumper taking it upon themself to "fix" whumpee's problem by ripping their teeth out.

[cupid-princess]

♱Heavenly Feast♱

Chapter 7 - Defanging

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CW: Angels, demons and religious themes, teeth whump.

God didn’t see what Azael got up to in his spare time, because He was dead. And the angels from the Holy council didn’t have eyes everywhere. That’s how he got away with taking the form of a beautiful woman to play with the hearts and bodies of men. Yet, as he shifted down from his holy form to a human one, another similar being did the same, appearing in a flurry of crow feathers.

Even behind the crow mask, Azael recognized the fallen angel.

“Dear Azael, long time, no see.” Abdiel said, with a charming smile behind his words.

“I didn’t think they would let you out of Hell so soon.”

Despite his state as a fallen angel, Azael didn’t have any ill feelings towards him. They were kindred souls, the only difference was that Abdiel got caught, and Azael never would.

“I have my way with words. Have been promoted to Marquis in Hell, can you believe that? But I’m not here to talk about myself, but about you.” Abdiel leaned back against the alley’s wall, yet the grime didn’t seem to dirty his dark suit jacket. “I see what you get up to in your free time. And if I already know even though you only killed two men, the Council will soon find out.”

Azael would be scared if he didn’t know Abdiel intimately. He seemed way too pleased about his power in Hell, and wouldn’t trade that for a place back in Heaven by ratting Azael out. Yet, he couldn’t decipher what his old mate wanted by telling him to be careful. After all, the fallen angel didn’t care about anyone but himself.

“And what do you get by telling me? I’m already careful.”

“I’m just trying to tell you that if you’re in a pickle, I can always help you. For a price, of course.”

Azael hummed mirthfully. “Already making deals, are you?”

“You don’t become a Marquis so early without a few souls acquired by deals.” Abdiel turned to the wall and drew a particular symbol on the wall with blood. Azael wasn’t sure where he got the blood from. “This is my sigil. I will come to your aid if you inscribe it. Let’s hope I never see you again, old friend.”

And with that, Abdiel disappeared in a flurry of feathers. Azael chuckled. He would never need a fallen angel’s help.

𓆩♱𓆪

Kieran looked down at him, who lay on the table secured by chains. Drool ran down from his mouth, opened wide by the metal gag he spent the night making from scratch to expose his teeth. His eyes fluttered in his sleep as Kieran observed him in silence, pliers in hand. He wondered if he was having a nightmare. If it were indeed a nightmare, it would seem like a dream compared to what he would go through when he woke up.

He gripped his upper front tooth with the pliers and pulled it out with ease. Benjamin’s eyes shot open. And soon enough, the initial shock dissolved into pain. He struggled against his binds and cried out as he tried to understand what was happening.

“Good morning,” he said coldly.

The smell of blood didn’t make him hungry, nor did his pain arouse him. He had as deep a focus as when he cut apart corpses.

“You keep testing my patience over and over again, Benjamin.” He leaned down and whispered in his ear. “I hope you finally get into your fucking head that you can’t defy me. You’re nothing more than a fuck toy and a food source — and neither of those should bite.”

He stood and set the teeth aside, before stopping to savour Benjamin’s increasing despair.

“You brought this on yourself. Maybe I should have done this from the start. That would have taught you to respect me.”

Benjamin shook his head and screamed at him. Kieran held him still by the hair to grip the other tooth beside the bleeding gap. He held it for a second longer, to cause dread, before pulling out. Tears wet Benjamin’s face and hair as he wailed and struggled in vain.

Even as he cried, screamed and mumbled unintelligible words, Kieran didn’t stop. He pulled the other upper incisors and then the canines. Blood and saliva pooled in Benjamin’s mouth, choking him. Kieran stopped only then, and looked into his eyes.

“Stop whining and swallow it,” he growled. “If you drown and make your teeth grow back, we’re doing this all over again.”

He closed his eyes and swallowed it between hiccups and sobs. Kieran ran his fingers on the lower lower set of teeth, before pulling one with the pliers. He cried out more, his screams hoarse, but Kieran continued, doing the same as he did to his upper teeth.

By the time they were done, Benjamin had resigned to weep.

Kieran let go of his hair and unceremoniously announced. “There. It's over.”

He didn’t react. Kieran put the pliers away and the tin box with the teeth in his pocket before unchaining and ungagging him. He picked him up and took him back to his corner of the basement, sitting him down and clicking the chain around his neck. Benjamin did nothing more than shake and make soft noises of pain.

Kieran couldn’t help but smile at the sight, filled with the satisfaction of a well-done job.

“Think about how you will behave from now on.” He said and left Benjamin to be alone with his pain and thoughts.

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[a-living-canvas]

Moon Milk and Paper Stars

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I can see that. "

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

Heliotrope.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

Whumpee nodded. "I promise."

~

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

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

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

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

"Get on your knees."

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

"Don't make me say it again."

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

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

"Open your mouth." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

Part 2

[saccharine-suffering]

Let's talk about teeth.

I can't imagine too many whumpers are giving their captives toothbrushes. And when teeth are uncared for, cavities form. And when cavities are untreated, infections happen. And when infections happen, whumpee is left in agony.

You see, the nerves in your head are very sensitive, and very connected. An infected cavity isn't a mere pain in the jaw, no, it will radiate into the eye, the ear, the skull, the nose. A passive torture that only gets worse and worse the longer it goes untreated.

Imagine a whumpee, curled up on themself, teeth clenched and hands desperately massaging their temples, praying that they'll black out so they don't have to endure this for another second.

Imagine a whumpee volunteering to get their teeth yanked out if it means the offending infection goes with it. Imagine the whumper's reaction when they eagerly open wide for the pliers.

Imagine the relief and agony that comes with the moment their tooth is pulled from their head. Gushing blood and throbbing pain, but also pure bliss knowing that the sleepless nights of throbbing and pounding are finally over.