Darciqueer: when One's Opposite-gender Attraction To Women Is Explicitly Queer Due To One Being Bisexual

nsfw prompts? pretty please?

(Tags/TW: noncon, implied noncon, explicit language, nsft, vampire whump, nsfwhump, biting, bondage, threatening, vampire whumpee, vampire whumper, physical abuse.)

Some of these are extremely heavy, viewer discretion is advised.

"I suggest you open your legs... because if I open them, they might never close again."

"I don't care how dizzy you are, bend over and ask me for it."

"Shall I be a good Master and let you cum from my bite?"

"Stay still, you can't fight me off, not while I'm inside you."

"If you want blood, you'd better get on your hands and knees and offer to fuck it out of me."

"Do you smell that? You're bleeding. Heh.. guess I was too big to shove in all at once, even for a bloodsucker."

"I'll make it feel good if you're obedient and don't fight me this time. If you do, I'll break all of your limbs and fuck you like a ragdoll."

"T-That hurts! I can't take a-all of it!! *hic* Please don't push it in any further..! I'll let you d-drink from me-e!"

"Aww.. Poor thing, did you think I was going to show you mercy after you went into frenzy on me? I'll teach you what your mouth is for."

"If you piss me off, you're not going to survive this fuck, little human slut."

"Please Master... I've never been taken before, I'm begging for your mercy.."

"If pet make Master feel really good.. could pet please drink..?"

bro OVERSTIMULATION???

like think about it. really think about it. just cumming and thinking you’re finished but they just keeping going. and it starts with protests and then you’re shaking with pleasure pain. twitching, sniffling, and trying to get away but they won’t let you escape so you resort to begging and pleading. ah stop please im sorry im sorry please just— anything to get away, but then the crying starts and that only encourages them to see how messy you can truly get.

just,,,overstimulation is so hot

~ I GOT YOU ~ PROTECTIVE PROMPTS

requested by: @rainywolfden & anonymous request: protective prompts. especially some family based ones, but just scenarios where one character thinks they need to protect another character would be nice

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defending the other when someone says something only slightly criticising about them

"You take that back!"

jumping in front of the other, no matter whether they're being physically or verbally attacked

putting a hand on the other's shoulder to show their support

not accepting hate/critique of the other because no one knows their real struggle

"I actually think A is doing a great job. You shouldn't judge when you know nothing."

getting furious when someone takes advantage of the other's weaknesses

noticing the other struggle without them having to say a word

always feeling responsible to protect their younger sibling(s)

never letting their children out of sight because something could happen in these two seconds

"Leave my baby alone!"

accompanying the other home at night

looking out for potential dangers all the time

comforting the other as soon as they're alone

"Hey! What did you just say to my sibling/child/friend/etc.?!"

seeking the one who hurt the other to take revenge

"You messed with the wrong one!"

not leaving the other's side 'just in case'

only stepping in when the other can't handle it anymore

"You've got some real nerve."

Whump Prompts: Restraints

Content: Non-con kissing, restraints, immortal whump, creepy whumper, defiant whumpee, non-con drugging, gags.

Kissing a gagged whumpee's mouth and holding them by the chin to stop them from moving.

Caretaker/Carewhumper rubbing aloe vera on Whumpee's rope burn (wrists, ankles, etc.)

Being hung from the ceiling by the wrists or the ankles. Perhaps both, with their legs pulled up behind them in a stress position.

A creepy whumper tying their defiant whumpee up and drugging them so they can contently brush their hair without any resistance.

Tying a whumpee up with their own clothes.

Strapping a whumpee to a board with every limb stretched passed their limits.

Gagging a whumpee with rope. Drying their mouth out and possibly burning the sides of their mouth.

Restraining them with zip ties that are too tight around their wrists and ankles. The constant pinching and irritation leaving them whimpering and wriggling for a more comfortable position that doesn't exist.

dragging an immortal behind a car by their neck.

Injuring themselves just so they can escape their restraints.

you know what I love?

a fucking maintenance beating.

whumpee didn’t do anything wrong, at least, not that they can remember. but tracing back in their memories is hard when they’re constantly getting kicked into the ground.

but this isn’t a punishment. they’ve been perfectly behaved, as a matter of fact.

no, this beating isn’t corrective. it’s preventative.

whumper just does it to keep them in line.

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It's nice when a whumpee is fighting against being restrained, and upon failing to escape just lets out this guttural scream as they writhe in their binds. Maybe they start sobbing in the middle of it, or maybe the scream slowly dies down when someone sedates the whumpee

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the weary feverish whumpee aesthetic™

I love it when a whumpee is so weak that they:

are bedridden, much to their discomfort. They long to leave the bed, but cannot because they are too weak, and their legs shake at the thought of taking even a single step.

can't keep their eyes open. Their eyelids flutter but due to tiredness and too much light, they always close again. However, the whumpee has learned to rely on other senses, and is able to recognize the caretaker's voice or touch among a thousand others.

have to always lie down. They try to sit up, perhaps to eat something, but after a few minutes their head starts spinning and their body starts screaming because of the effort. Much to their chagrin, they have to force themselves back down or else they will likely pass out.

are not hungry. Their body can't handle even plain broth, making them queasy and dizzy. So they continue to refuse food, their only source of livelihood, and this obviously worsens their condition.

are too sensitive to touch. Their skin that seems to boil with fever, the bedsheets that rub down their limbs like sandpaper, the hair that sticks to their sweaty forehead, even the simple touch of the caretaker, a touch that is supposed to comfort them. They start to hate all these little things.

Please, feel free to add more.

Just Relax...

Shoutout to @wormwriting for inspiring and helping flesh out this idea! You're so heckin lovely.

(tw: torture mention, touch starved whumpee, over-exhaustion, whump aftercare (whumper caretaker), BAD caretaking, gaslighting, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, forced comfort, blood, (sfw)non-con touch)

Whumpee shuddered against the cold ground. The concrete bruised against their cheekbone and shoulders, but the dull ache was lost in a wash of exhaustion. It mingled with all the other bruises, scrapes, and cuts and throbbed over every inch of skin.

Everything hurt. They couldn't even fight it anymore. They just fell limp on the ground, praying for reprieve. Their muscles shivered, begging for rest; screaming for the pain to stop.

And Whumper stopped.

Blessedly, they stopped.

Whumpee took in a few shuddering breaths as Whumper crouched down next to them.

"Oh darling, you look so tired..." A hand crept between their cheek and the floor. It pushed them up. Whumpee blinked hard, trying to wash away the fog as they met Whumper's gaze.

It was softer. Kinder.

That meant...they were done.

Finally.

"C'mere," Whumper whispered, tugging on their wrist to tug them up into a sitting position. "You can rest now."

Whumper shifted forward pulling Whumpee to lean into their chest.

"N-no. Don't t-t-touch m..." Whumpee twitched and jerked away from the hands, but Whumper applied a steady, gentle pressure. Eventually, Whumpee could't fight it anymore. They shivered against Whumper's chest as the other held them close.

Whumpee's muscles twitched, begging to rip free, but Whumpee didn't dare move. They held completely still. Rigid and trembling. Twitching slightly as Whumper's fingers brushed slowly through their hair.

Whumpee's lip quivered. "D-don't-"

"Shhh....sh sh." Whumper hummed. "It's okay....It's over now."

Somehow, Whumpee didn't believe that.

But they were so tired.

Their back tingled with bruises, gashes, and welts. A trickle of blood crept slowly down their arm. Their head throbbed under the gentle fingers.

Whumper's arm around their waist barely dodged the ripped flesh, safely pressing against the unmarred spaces. Their warmth soaked slowly into Whumpee's shivering skin.

Whumpee's breaths slowed. They steady, slow cadence of Whumper's breath mirrored the hand brushing softly along their scalp. In..........and out. In..........and out. Fingers brushed smoothly from their hair-line, smoothing above their ear, trailing down their neck. Then beginning again. Over and over again - predictable and warm.

The ebbing, twisting aches slowly started to fade until they were barely a thought, replaced by the rhythmic, warm sensation. Their knotted muscles slowly unwound, melting into the touch. Whumpee closed their eyes and let themselves go limp in Whumper's arms, drinking in the warmth and quiet.

Whumpee cried out, jolting away again as Whumper's fingers dug deep into a gash on their side. Fiery pain tingled up their back, rekindling the aching burn in the marred and bloodied flesh. They writhed and pulled, but Whumper had already tucked their hand safely under the marks.

"L-let go. Let go of m-me." Whumpee took in harsh, ragged breaths, pushing on Whumper's chest. They shoved and writhed, but Whumper's hands pinned them in place, shoved awkwardly against them.

"Relax," Whumper murmured, guiding Whumpee's head back under their chin with a strong but gentle hand. Whumpee pulled away as best they could, but they were so weak. So tired.

"It's okay. You're done now. You can rest."

Whumpee squirmed, but Whumper's grip kept them pinned in place. Their heart was beating far too fast. It demanded faster and faster breaths until Whumpee's head spun with the effort.

"Please, Whumper. I-"

"Shh. You need to calm down." They resumed petting Whumpee's hair. They ignored Whumpee's finches and whines. The cold concrete bruised into their knees, cold seeping into the joint. Whumpee squeaked as Whumper pulled them closer.

"It's okay. Everything is okay now. I'm not going to hurt you anymore." Whumper's voice hummed though their chest, warm and rich, pressed against Whumpee's ear. It was...a nice sensation. Whumpee froze, letting the sound soak through their skull.

Whumper must have noticed, because they started to hum. A low, slow, rich lullaby filled the room as Whumpee trembled. The sound was soft - hardly audible - but the vibration wound through Whumpee's flesh. Their cheek, pressed to Whumper's collarbone, warmed at the sensation. They felt their heart slow again as the melody grounded them.

They were so tired. So so so tired.

And Whumper was so holding them so close.

Whumpee slowly unwound, relaxing further and further until they fell limp again. They slumped against Whumper's chest once more, relishing the soft warmth that soaked through their skin.

Whumpee barely registered Whumepr’s arm pulling back before their fingers dug deep into another gash.

Whumpee screamed this time, shoving Whumper away. Adrenaline shot back through their limbs, barely beating out the pain spiking down their veins.

They jerked against Whumper's hands. "D-dont!" They tried to skitter back, but Whumper's grip locked around the back of their neck and at their wrist. Whumpee clawed uselessly at Whumper's fingers, eyes wide and frantic.

Whumper's face was full of gentle concern, but their eyes danced with amusement. "It's okay. Don't fight me now."

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper reeled them back in by their neck. They trembled as they were tucked back into Whumper's embrace again.

They pushed away lightly, afraid to do more. Whumper ignored their pitiful efforts. They just held Whumpee close, careful not to touch any of the wounds. Whumpee trembled.

Whumper's voice was so soft. "It's okay...calm down, love."

Whumpee gasped as Whumper's fingertips trailed along the edges of a smaller cut. It tingled with a phantom burn - a subtle promise of what would come. Whumpee squirmed further into their chest, trying uselessly to avoid the touch. Every muscle was pulled taught, ready to spring. Shivering and twitching at every movement.

Whumper laughed softly. Warmly.

"I don't know why you're so tense. You can rest now. Just relax."

Whumpee didn't dare.

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(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @wormwriting @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar )