#vampire enthrallment

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Walking Home

CW: kidnapping, hypnosis

“I’m just saying, Mr. Lyles has no concept of the subject he’s supposed to be teaching,” Ezra says with a large wave on the air. Eden just snorts, her thumbs under her backpack straps. “If we’re supposed to pass this exam, we need to actually be taught the material! This is the third time he’s ranted about how his wife hates him, no one cares!”

“Well, to be far the other students are feeding into his delusions,” Eden points out, her dark eyebrows raised. “If I hear Connor or David talk about how they totally understand what Mr. Lyles is going through one more time I’ll throw up. I’m so serious.”

Ezra huffs a laugh, and bumps his shoulder with his twin’s. “At least we know they’ll fail for sure,” He says. “But we might get good scores.”

“I miss busy work, those are always easy A’s for me,” Eden mutters, reaching a hand to adjust one of her hair buns. “Our books are good sources, right? So if we study using only those we’ll be fine.”

They turn a corner and Ezra pulls out his phone. “Dad says I need to get by four if I want to do an internship today,” He notes drily.

Eden checks the time over his shoulder. “We have plenty of time,” She replies with a warm smile. “Just don’t destroy another file of work and Dad will keep letting you in his company.”

Ezra lets out a betrayed squawk of indignation. “It was one time like, a year ago!” He exclaims, throwing his arms up. Eden giggles and he slaps her shoulders, pouting playfully at himself. “I should push you into running traffic.”

“But you’d die too,” Eden says with a grin, earning a confused look from her brother. She makes witch fingers at him. “Twin magic works again, Ezzy!”

Ezra rolls his eyes, then catches sight of something over Eden’s shoulder. He frowns in suspicion, before blinking as surprise barely has time to filter across his face, and soon his eyes are flutter. He staggers, causing Eden to start asking if her was okay, before the boy collapses against the sidewalk. Eden screams, kneeling down next to him and shaking his shoulder.

“Ezra? Ezra, wake up!” Eden cries out, opening her phone and scrolling through his contacts. “Don’t worry, I’m going to call someone!”

She called their mom, and it immediately went to voicemail. But before she could hang up and try again, someone spoke right in her ear. “Drop the phone.” And she did. It clattered to the ground, Eden frozen in a kneeling position with her arm still out like she was holding it, her eyes wide and staring in the distance, mouth agape.

A girl her age sat in front of her, grinning sharp teeth. “Who are you?” Eden questions, her voice shaky. She couldn’t move her body.

“Your new favorite person,” The girl coos, still grinning, moving to grab Ezra by his arm.

“No! Don’t touch him!” Eden cries out, lunging forward and pushing the girl away, shielding her brother’s body with hers. A car drove by, making Eden grit her teeth, eyes wide with fear.

The girl cups Eden’s face with both hands, turning her head to look at her. “Don’t fight me,” She murmurs, causing Eden to stifle a gasp as her eyes widened more. “We’re going to go home and you’re going to be my new thrall. How does that sound?”

What the actual fuck is she talking about? Eden thought. “No, who are you?” She exclaims, moving to pull her face from the girl’s hands.

But nails dug into her skin and she froze, the girl’s eyes flashing red. “Relax,” She murmurs, eyes abnormally wide and red. “You want to follow me, and you want to listen to me forever.”

Eden felt her body relax, eyes glazing over. A delirious little smile spreads over her face. “R..right..” She mumbles. “For… forever..”

She giggles sleepily and the girl nods, gently pulling the backpack from Eden’s body. She does the same to Ezra, leaving the two bags on the sidewalk as she grabs Ezra and heaves him over her shoulder using one arm. Then she links her other arm with Eden’s and starts walking into an alleyway, Eden stumbling next to her. “Oh you’ll just love my mansion,” The red-eyed girl gushes, her teeth sharp and eyes glittering. “You’ll have all the toys you’ll ever want, and all the food you’d need.”

“That’s.. ni..nice..” Eden mumbles. Ezra was completely knocked out over the girl’s shoulder, eyes shut and body limp.

“And I’ll get to bathe and dress you up like my own life sized dolls!” The girl continues giddily. “Isn’t that just so nice?” Eden dumbly nods, unsure what she was agreeing too. “My name’s Miss Lara.”

That sends a cold wave over Eden’s body, causing her brow to furrow. But one glance from the ruby eyed girl and a wave of pleasure replaced it, making Eden sigh dazedly. She was sure wherever Miss Lara was bringing them would be amazing.

And if someone started yelling Eden and Ezra’s names from the sidewalk an hour later, finding the abandoned bags and phone, the twins were too far away and far too delirious to hear.

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The Collar

CW: mentions of abuse, dehumanization, suffocation

Miles quickly understood not to test Miss Agathe’s patience, as she had very little of it. One cry that was deemed a little too loud led to a smacking and no dinner. Trying to disobey Miss Agathe earned a firm spanking. Miles got better at avoiding the punishments, because why get punished when he can just listen?

After all, he’s very good at listening. And obeying. He’s a good thrall, and he just has to listen to Miss Agathe and then he’ll be happy.

A week and a half later, Miss Agathe was wrapping a shiny new dog collar around Miles’ neck, dark brown with a gold buckle. He tried not to squirm as she tightened it, pinching the skin on his neck painfully. It definitely didn’t fit.

“It fits perfectly,” Miss Agathe says, going against Miles’ thoughts, patting the top of Miles’ head. He pouts, taking shallow breaths. “Mannequins don’t need much air, hm?”

“M— Miss,” Miles protested, reaching up to tug on his collar. He really couldn’t breathe now. “Can’t— can’t breathe, can’t— can’t—” He tried to suck in a breath, but his airway was almost closed off. The collar dug into his throat, causing his blood to beat like his heart.

Miss Agathe frowns. “What are you going on about?” She questions in annoyance, bending down so she was face to face with Miles, who kept taking gasping breaths, his face paling. “Are thralls really so fragile?”

Miles felt lightheaded, and Miss Agathe’s red eyes started to lull him to sleep. He slumped forward, eyes glazed, taking more short breaths. 

The vampire sighed in frustration. She grabbed Miles by his hair, pulling his head back up. He was barely breathing now, just soft choked gasps, his throat straining against the collar. Miss Agathe loosened the collar a bit, and Miles gasps in relief. The vampire held Miles in one hand, turning his head to the side, and bit down on the exposed part of his neck. Miles inhales again, eyes widening, his body sagging. 

Pleasure and bliss bloomed through his body, like his veins were alight with warmth. He sighed in relief, blood rushing to his face.

She drinks from his neck for a few minutes, breaking away as Miles’ eyes start to roll back in his head. She licks the wound and grazes her teeth up Miles’ neck to his ear.

“Is that better, sweet thrall?” She purrs, and Miles slowly nods, eyes still half rolled back in his head. He collapses like a ragdoll and the vampire reaches to the nearby table, grabbing the matching leash and clicking it onto the dog collar. She tugs a bit, and Miles groans, his face flushed and pale from the feeding.

Miss Agathe stands up, looking down at Miles through her glasses, like she was dissecting the sleeping human with her mind. She uses the leash and drags him across the floor to the wall, where a hook stuck out from the wall. 

She wrapped the leash around the hook and looked down at Miles again. “I hope you know we’re going to be working tomorrow ,” She says slowly, causing Miles’ eyes to flutter.

The boy trembled from the lack of blood in his body, but nodded. “Yes, Miss,” He slurs out.

Miss Agathe huffs to herself and leaves the room, off to go collect for fabrics. Miles passed out again, his collar glimmering in a way that seemed to whisper enthrallment.

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Masterlist

Hi, my name is Zee, I write fanfiction on AO3 and original(?) writing on tumblr! she/her pronouns!

I love vampires, whump, hypnosis, and magical things that go along with that. I’ve been writing for a long time, but I recently got into whump(or I recently found out that whump is a category).

The V/H Records

A collection of stories span time about vampires and humans and how they coexist.

The Story of Colette

A story about a girl who tries to comfort the wrong person and ends up losing everything she has/is in a supernatural way.

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Should I start writing on tumblr? Like I’ve seen these accounts that write little stories that merge into a collective story and I unironically love them. Like the vampire enthrallment stuff.

Should I start writing on Tumblr with whump/vampires?

Yes you’d be so good at it!

Yes whatever idfc

No

NO BOO YOU SUCK GO DIE

Voting ended onOct 25, 2024

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Prep Time

CW: hypnosis, non-sexual nudity

Miles blinks slowly as the door opens, revealing Miss Edith and another vampire, different than the one who did the evaluation. Miss Edith gives a strange gesture and the second vampire walks over to Miles, holding another tray of gourmet food.

“Adele, make sure he eats it all,” Miss Edith says, stepping closer and smiling at Miles. “Little boy, your time has finally come! The auction is today!”

“We have everything planned out,” The other vampire, Adele, says to Miles as she lifts the glass of water to Miles’ lips. “Drink,” Adele orders, and Miles does exactly that, draining half of it.

“Your outfit should arrive in twenty minutes, then we’ll do your hair and makeup,” Miss Edith continues, checking a watch on her wrist. “The auction for working thralls ends at three, so our time slot should be finished by dawn.”

Adele orders Miles to open his mouth, and she starts feeding him spoonfuls of soup. Faintly, Miles realizes he hasn’t eaten in at least two days, but he doesn’t pay that any mind, too fuzzy to think. “Before the actual auction starts, there’s a mingling rooms where potential buyers can meet new thralls,” The vampire tells Miles. “That usually takes an hour and a half, then the auction.”

Miss Edith cards a hand through Miles’ hair, which was tangled and dry from days in his cell. “After food we need to wash you,” She mutters, glancing at her watch again. “That shouldn’t take more than twenty minutes, right? Then we’ll dress and do makeup.” Adele nods in agreement.

Ten minutes pass as Miles finishes the plates, his stomach completely full by the end. Adele unties the ropes holding him to his chair— when did that happen?— and Miss Edith pulls him up.

“Get the bath ready,” Miss Edith tells Adele, who nods and dashes to a door off in the corner. Miss Edith smiles at Miles, who has a blank look on his face. “How about we practice how to speak with your masters?” She suggests, and Miles only nods. “When you address a vampire, always end with Miss or Sir. Don’t ask questions, keep your answers short and sweet, and keep your head bowed. Yes?”

“Yes, Miss,” Miles answers, and Miss Edith grins.

The door opens again, revealing Adele. “The bath’s ready,” She announced, and Miss Edith guides Miles into the next room.

She sits him down on a chair next to the half full bath, and pulls his cardigan off, throwing it in the hamper. “Auction rules— thralls will wear gowns,” Miss Edith says simply as she pulls Miles’ shirt off as well. “Pants aren’t suitable for such an event, if your master wants you in pants they’ll dress you in pants after they buy you, simple as that.”

Once Miles was fully stripped, Adele helped him into the bath, using a small bowl to pour warm water over his shoulders and hair. Miles stares at the faucet, sitting still as Adele covers him in soap.

He’s maneuvered around a bit through the washing, but stays in once place while they work on his hair. Adele coos once or twice how good of a thrall he was, complimenting Miss Edith on her work, but Miles pays no mind, even as Miss Edith smiles.

Then he’s rinsed off and pulled out of the bath, letting them dry him off. “Put these on,” Adele orders, handing Miles some undergarments.

Finally, Miss Edith works some products into Miles hair, and Adele gasps in delight at the finished look.

“Good as new!” She whispers in awe, before a knock on the door turns her around. Miles starts staring at the ceiling, blinking slowly as he’s been doing for the past few days.

The next thing he knew, Adele was telling him to step into a petticoat, and then Miss Edith and Adele were struggling a dress over his head. He lets them, shifting so the straps slide over his arms. It was a red dress, or at least a red corset, and a black skirt. The skirt fell over the petticoat, making it poofy.

“Aren’t you a cutie?” Adele coos as she gently lifts Miles’ head, brushing some blush across his cheeks and nose, then wipes some lip gloss over his lips.

“Do you think this is enough to catch the attention of Carter, Alarie, or Clark?” Miss Edith questions, squinting her eyes at Miles with one hand crossed over her chest and the other holding her chin.

Adele guides Mikes to sit down as she starts on his lashes. “Not Carter,” She answers almost immediately, focusing her eyes on Miles’ face. “Clark.. I’m not sure. He always has the strangest tastes..” She finishes one eye and starts on the other. “But we have a chance with Alarie.”

Miss Edith nods as Adele finishes the makeup and picks shoes from her shelf, easily slipping Miles’s feet into a pair of maroon heels. And to finish it off, she pulls Miles’ hands into maroon gloves.

Adele steps back to study her work, then turns to Miss Edith with a grin. “We got a good one.”

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The Vampiric Ball

CW: hypnosis

Her hair is put up in a bun, her makeup’s done, and she was wearing a different white dress. There were golden chains on her wrists, dainty and small they clearly were only meant for decoration. The real chains were in her mind, and you could see that with the dazed expression on her face.

She wore heels that lighted clicked on the floor as she walked, being guided by Miss Claudia around the ball room. Vampires either gave her withering glares or hungry stares, there was no in between.

“My, my, is that your newest thrall?” A vampire says as he approaches Miss Claudia and Colette. The vampire looks Colette up and down, licking his lips and showing fangs. “She looks delicious.”

“Why thank you,” Miss Claudia says politely, taking the front of Colette’s chain to tug her closer.

“When did you get her?” The vampire questions, still smirking at Colette. He had blonde hair with the same red eyes as Miss Claudia and Miss Lara, but they never looked at her with such hungry.

Miss Claudia continues smiling politely. “A few months ago,” She answers, her grip tightening on the chains. “Excuse me, Sir Victor, but I have rounds to make.” The vampire shrugs and walks away. Miss Claudia makes eye contact with Colette. “Sir Victor is a powerful vampire, but only when it comes to money. He’s terrible at enthrallment, he buys thralls to suck them dry.” She rolls her eyes. “Terrible way to get sustenance, but..”

She guides Colette to a nearby table to get a drink, continuing to chat with different vampires as she moves, clearly a social butterfly. Colette sees some thralls around, but they don’t seem to notice her.

“Miss Claudia!” A woman exclaims with excitement, pulling Miss Claudia into a tight hug. “I haven’t seen you in a few years! How are you?” Her eyes flick to Colette. “Dear me, your thrall is adorable! Her eyes are so pretty.”

“Hello, Miss Charlotte,” Miss Claudia says with a smile. “I’m quite well, and thank you, I choose well.” She pets the top of Colette’s hair lightly.

Colette glances behind Miss Charlotte to see three thralls, all boys and of different ages. One smiled at her, and she smiles back. They were also fitted into dresses, but much simpler than Colette’s.

“I thought I heard someone say you had four thralls?” Miss Claudia questions, noticing the boys as well. Miss Charlotte sighs, petting the top of the nearest thrall’s head, which the boy leaned into gratefully. “Did something happen to them?”

“No, not too bad, but he’s sick, that poor thing,” Miss Charlotte sighs, holding her own cheek. “And he loves balls like this, so I feel sorry he’s missing.”

Miss Claudia nods. “Isn’t there thrall medicine he can take?” She questions, glancing at Colette.

The other vampire sighs again. “He’s taking them right now, and it does seem to be helping, but so gradually,” She pouts, before looking at Colette and smiling. “She’s hasn’t gotten sick yet, hm? It’s such a hassle, especially for the working thralls.”

That earned a laugh from a nearby vampire. “Another reason vampires are superior to humans,” She says with an unnerving fanged grin, turning to face them. “I hated being sick.”

She pinched Colette’s cheek and cooed, turning the girl’s brain to static as she leans into the touch. People seem to love doing that, Colette vaguely thinks through her brain fog. Is my cheek really that interesting? Miss Claudia gives the vampire a leveled look, clearly holding back annoyance.

“Miss Edith,” She says passively, and the vampire grins as her, still pinching Colette’s cheek. “Please do not touch my thrall, she’s sensitive.”

“Of course, of course,” Miss Edith says, letting go of Colette’s cheek. Colette lifts a hand to rub her skin, lightly pouting. “You always pick the cutest little ones, don’t you?” Miss Edith says to Miss Claudia, her fangs glittering. “This one would sell for thousands, if you ever wanted to—”

“No, I’m not auctioning today, Miss Edith,” Miss Claudia interrupts, and Miss Charlotte giggles into her hand while petting one of her own thralls under their chin. “But thank you for the offer.”

Miss Edith shrugs. “I tried,” She says, before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Miss Charlotte laughs more. “What a woman,” She says, making Miss Claudia’s eyes roll. She looks at Miss Claudia and bows. “I must leave, I can’t leave my baby unattended for too long.”

“Good dawn to you,” Miss Claudia replies as she grabs Colette’s chains and tugs her with her into the crowd while Miss Charlotte guides her thralls to the door. Colette yawns a little, and Miss Claudia glances at her. She narrows her eyes. “I suppose we could leave soon, dawn is coming.”

Colette blinks at her, and Miss Claudia begins moving to the door, but as they get close—

“Colette?” A voice questions, and both Colette and Miss Claudia turn to see the vampire who spoke. It was a man who looked looked to be in his forties or fifties, with darker skin and blue eyes. At the moment, he looked like he saw a ghost.

He looked familiar, but Colette couldn’t think properly. She glances at Miss Claudia, who was watching the man with an unimpressed look.

The man swallows, glancing between Colette and Miss Claudia. “Oh..” He murmurs. “Sorry, I must’ve mistaken her for someone else.”

Miss Claudia raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but also not interested enough to care. She glances at Colette, who was standing idly with that sleepy look on her face. “Say goodbye to the man, Colette,” She says, purposefully using the girl’s name. The man’s eyes widened in shock.

“Goodbye,” Colette mumbles, eyes drooping from sleepiness and showing a dazed smile.

Before the man could speak, Miss Claudia grabs Colette’s chains and plasters on a smile. “You must be a new one,” She says, making the man frown. “One rule, no talking about your human life.”

Then she guides the sleepy Colette out the door.

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The V/H Records

[kidnapping, hypnosis, blood, blood drinking, infantilization, captivity, stockholm syndrome, conditioning, vampires, human auctions, violence, abuse, non consential body modification, more to be added later on]

The Story of Colette

A story about a girl who tries to comfort the wrong person on the wrong night and ends up losing everything she has/is in a supernatural way.

The Boring Movie(1)

First Conditioning(2)

Costume Change(3)

Miss Lara(4)

Break Free(5)

The Vampiric Ball(6)

Play Date(7)

The Story of Miles

A boy who wasn’t paying attention when he should’ve, and falls into the vampire rabbit hole.

Headphone Disaster(1)

His Cell(2)

The Pendant(3)

Prep Time(4)

The Auction(5)

The Auction(6)

Side Plot: Ari’s Problem(6.5)

The Woes of Fashion(7)

Piercings & A Haircut(8)

The Collar(9)

The Story of Eden & Ezra:

Walking Home(1)

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Piercings & A Haircut

CW: non-con body modification, hypnosis

A day later, and Miles was dressed in a simple soft green dress, with the end of the skirt reaching his ankles and strapless. He sat patiently in front of Miss Agathe’s chair, eyes dazed and half lidded, lips ajar. Miss Agathe was leaning over him, a needle in one hand, holding Miles’ jaw in the other.

“Be quiet for your master, petit garçon,” She whispers, poking around at Miles’ ear, trying to see where a good spot for a piercing would go.

“Yes, Miss,” Miles mumbles, and the vampire scratches under his chin again, sending pleasure through his nerves and making him relax.

After a few more seconds of poking, the vampire wipes the ear with a wet cloth and pierces it through with the needle. Miles cries out due to the sudden pain, not registering it was a piercing.

“Shush,” Miss Agathe orders, even as Miles whimpers in pain. The piercing is secured with the back in, so Miss Agathe move to the other ear. “I’ll have to make sure none of that happens anymore,” She mutters to herself, referring to Miles’ whines.

The next ear is pierced through and Miles cries again, tears welling up in his eyes. His hands curl up around the dress, wanting so badly to move.

The pain stings even more, and tears start dripping down his face, his chin quivering as he whines.

“Oh for god’s sake,” Miss Agathe mutters once she secures the earring. She grabs Miles’ jaw again, turning it sharply so Miles would open his eyes, wide with surprise. Hers were barely an inch away, and Miles felt his mind slow down like molasses again. “You don’t feel a thing. Mannequins don’t feel a thing. Mannequins sit still and don’t cry.”

Miles stares at her as she speaks, no longer crying. Why was he crying again? He doesn’t know, nor does he really care. His mind was too slow to work anyway. Mannequins don’t think anyway.

He doesn’t register when Miss Agathe stands up, grabbing his hair to drag him across the room. He’s sat down on a salon chair, and the vampire pulls out scissors. Miles doesn’t even care, not when his master’s presence was giving him so much relief.

Chunks of hair fall to the ground, soft brown curls on the shiny floor. Some sort of product went into the hair still on his head, making it curlier.

“C’est dress isn’t as beautiful as I thought,” Miss Agathe mutters. “I’ll try brun next.”

There were a tug in the back of Miles’ mind, causing his brown to furrow. It festers and nags at him, hurting his head as he tries to ignore it. “N…no..!” He mumbles out after some time, squeezing his eyes shut, and Miss Agathe raises an eyebrow. “I don’t.. I don’t want to.. I.. I don’t..!”

“Yes, you do,” Miss Agathe hisses through a sneer. She grabs Miles by his neck, choking and lifting him up. He gasps around her iron grip, eyes shooting open. “C’est absurde! I ought to slit your throat,” She snaps as Miles struggles to breathe. “Tu as de la chance I already measured you, or you’d be a rotting body right now.”

Her eyes flashed bright red, and dropped Miles unceremoniously to the ground. He gasps, gently touching his neck. Through his blurry vision, he saw tufts of his hair scattered around the floor.

Miss Agathe huffs and strides out of the room, her loud heels clicking against the floor before the door slams, leaving Miles alone as he catches his breath.

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