#guys I made a poor lil meow meow vampire whumpee

[whump-queen]

ONE MINUTE 

part 1 of a vampwhump collab w @unorganisedalienrubbish <33 (yes I finally made a pathetic lil vampire meow meow oc)

tags: vampire whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, blood drinking, pet whump, mind fucky shit idk, my usual nonsense

ty to beta readers @quietly-by-myself and @whumpsday <3

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At last, Rowe took off the restraints, and Aris’ hands were finally free. 

Now, the only thing that kept him tethered to his—owner—was the heavy collar and chain around his throat.

Aris’ head was pounding, but he glared daggers up at Rowe, the edge of his own furrowed brow pressing down into his periphery.

Rowe was gloating, Aris was sure. The way they leaned back in their seat and smiled, looking terrible and smug and punchable as always—

But what could Aris do?

Rowe still held the chain.

Even with his hands freed, Aris hadn’t moved an inch. He may have still been slightly concussed but surely he wasn’t that stupid.

He knew how it would go down.

What would happen if he refused.

He knew he wouldn’t last ten seconds before he’d feel his skull cracking against the floor when Rowe inevitably yanked him down hard by the chain around his neck.

He had learned better than to try anything.

He’d learned more times than he could remember, and Rowe seemed to relish each painful reminder.

So Aris stayed. He loathed how weak he was now, but he stayed just where he was ordered—a spot on the floor just past the edges of Rowe’s shoes.

His knees ached.

Rowe’s voice cut through the silence as though they could read his mind.

“So obedient with the promise of food.”

Aris watched as they smiled and flicked out a switchblade, raising their arm and slashing the blade through the skin where their neck met their shoulder. 

"You've got one minute. Go."

Aris’ shot up instantly—eyes gleaming with a violent red.

Rowe chuckled, amused at how quickly the vampire scrambled on top of them before the first droplets of blood had even begun to drip from the wound. He breath was frantic—his hands clawing at his clothes, and desperate to get at their throat—he’s finally, finally allowed to—

‘You haven’t fed me in so long.’

Rowe felt the familiar stab of pain when razor-sharp fangs pierced their skin. They grit their teeth. Focused their energy right behind their eyes. 

It may have been familiar, but they weren’t sure they’d ever get fully used to it. To letting their pet feed. 

It was a sickly, intrusive feeling—the way the vampire’s teeth would bury in deep and sink down through the layers of muscle in their neck, popping through layers of tendons one after another like tiny, probing needles. 

It felt like minutes in Rowe’s head, but it was a mere instant before the vampire’s fangs hit paydirt, and Aris was gulping down his owner’s blood like a desperate, dying castaway.

Tasting his first drop of water in days. 

Rowe suspected it was probably worse, being starved of blood for weeks like that. But it was the most analogous experience they could think of, right then.   

The vampire’s breath pulsed warm and heavy against their neck, an exhale of relief interrupted by a little gasp of desperation as he continued. Aris’ voice only got more and more pathetic until he was whining with gratitude against Rowe’s skin, sounding so grateful and reverent to even be allowed—allowed to feed, allowed his owner’s own blood—

‘Oh, it's an honor, sir.’

To be permitted a brief respite from the constant ache—the chance to not exist in complete agony, if even just for a moment. 

‘That you have decided not to starve me again today, sir.’

Yes, he’s so grateful he could cry. 

He won’t forget his place this time. 

Rowe let out a breathy laugh—a poor attempt to conceal the low, pleased hum that might reveal they’d hit that point where it all started to feel…dangerously pleasant.  

Not that Aris was even listening—he was far too lost in the pulsing arteries that ran down his owner’s neck. Tears streaked his cheeks. He was nearly gnawing at Rowe’s flesh now, trying to bury his fangs in deeper still, gulping down as much as he could before his time was up. 

Rowe hummed against their pet’s hair, rubbing small circles into his back.

 “Mm, hungry little thing, aren’t we?”

The vampire heard this. 

‘You say that like you haven’t kept me starved for weeks.’

Aris was surprised to hear his own voice in his head again. It was as though the slightest bit of energy he’d gathered in the past few seconds were enough to restore his old habit of talking back. 

He might have even said it aloud, were he not so desperate to never unclench his teeth from his owner’s neck.

Until his jaws were forcibly pried apart. 

Yes, he’d be dead before he’d let anything stop him from taking as much as he possibly could, for the precious seconds he was allowed. 

After all, he had no idea when—or if—he’d get a chance like this ever again. 

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ok we gon taglist cuz this sat in my drafts finished for over a month 0.0

general whump taglist: @whumpshaped  @whumpsday @emmettnet @a-whump-sideblog  @whump-it-like-its-hot @wolfeyedwitch  @whumper-soot @unorganisedalienrubbish  @kira-the-whump-enthusiast  @hidden-dreamland @whumpedydump @lonesome--hunter @ashh-ed @whump-in-the-closet @oriantthegiant @banditosong @anonymustyou @feralwhump @jieunie-23 @whumpasaurus101 @morning-star-whump @whmp @captain-bo-bob-bobby @the-beasts-have-arrived @spooky-scary-vampires @burningkittypoet @veryroswin @painsandconfusion @skittles-the-whumpee

part 2 is up! link in pinned !!