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The whumpee, a retail worker, is closing the store alone. Late at night, the doors are locked, most of the lights are off, and the parking lot is empty. The whumpee knows that the security cameras don’t have audio, so they don’t have to worry about their boss listening in. Free to make as much noise as they please, the whumpee sings along to the radio to pass the time. After closing the register, they head to the back of the store to hide the cash drawer. Continuing to belt out song lyrics, they turn a corner and—they bump into somebody.

Startled, the whumpee drops the cash drawer and stumbles back. Coins scatter across the tiles, and they gape open-mouthed at the intruder.

“Don’t stop on my account.” The stranger flashes a toothy grin and takes a step closer. “You have such a lovely voice.”

“I, I don’t—” the whumpee stammers, their brain short circuiting as they struggle to process the situation.

“Keep singing,” they encourage, one hand resting on the waistband of their jeans where a weapon is most certainly concealed. “C’mon, don’t be shy now.”

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Viktor

Slow burn for whumper turned whumpee following my OC, Noah.

CW: knife mention

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

There was a rhythm to this. It took him a moment to find it. Deep down he knew he shouldn’t get too carried away- it increased the possibility of false information.

The way the knife felt sinking into flesh though! It was addicting and he knew that this feeling had hooked its claws into him. There was no going back from this, Noah knew that. Once this was done he knew he’d be chasing this high again.

Viktor was babbling again, all Noah had to do was raise the knife somewhat close to him and he panicked.

Noah kneeled down in front of Viktor who was refusing to maintain eye contact. Victor’s head was clamped down to his chest as he looked down, tears continuing to stream down his red, puffy face. He used the tip of the knife to gently tilt his head to meet his eyes.

“Shhhh. Shhhhh. Viktor, this all ends if you tell me what I need to know. Three days from now. What does Ruby have planned?”

“The senators will be executed!”

The angry muffled yell from Rachel corroborated Viktor’s information.

“Thank you. Do you need some water?”

He shook his head as he eyed the knife warily. Noah took the hint, wiped the blade clean on his pants leg and sheathed the knife once more.

“Are you hungry?”

Another shake of the head.

“Okay then, I just have a few more questions. Once those are answered we call it good. I get you set up in a cushy place and we protect you from Uniformity. Understand?”

He nodded.

Rachel let out what Noah could only assume was a lengthy string of curse words.

“Where will it be? In the square like the rest of them?”

“N- no. A TV studio. They’re going to broadcast it. The squares too risky.”

“Where’s the studio?”

And Viktor divulged everything. As he spoke he wrote down the details and in the back of his mind he could only think about what new things he could do to make Rachel scream and writhe under his knife.

#whump #fox writes #oc #the insurgents #Noah oc #knife mention

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The Doctor Will See You Now...

In collaboration with @hold-him-down!

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🩺 Take a deep breath 🩻 Foreign object where it shouldn’t be 🧠 Seizures 🥼 Administering first aid on themselves 👩‍⚕️ Sadistic doctor seeks to hurt ⛺ Field medicine  🧑‍⚕️ The good doctor in the bad place  👨‍⚕️ Untrained person providing medical intervention 💉 Put in a central line 🩹 Bleeding out 💊 Forced to swallow pills  🧤 Invasive/Uncomfortable exam 🤮 Medically-induced vomiting 🧃 Laced drink 🥄 Force-feeding 🤧 It’s just a cold (it’s not) 😵 Unexplained fainting 🤒 Fever-induced hallucination 😷 A necessary quarantine  🤢 Crying so hard they throw up 🤕 Trephination (release those evil spirits)  🛌 Assault while medically restrained  🏥 Abandoned hospital  🧊 Medically induced hypothermia 🩼 Chronic pain 🦽 Too weak to walk 🚑 Rushed to the hospital 🔪 Awake surgery 🩸 Losing a lot of blood 🤝 Someone holding their hand through the worst of it 🪢 Medical restraints 🫀 Heart palpitations 🫙 We’ll need to take a sample  ⏰ Nothing left to do but wait and see  ❤️‍🩹 Code blue 🪡 That’s gonna need stitches 🧽 Receiving a sponge bath 💐 Awkward/Painful visit 👕 Hospital gown 🧬 Genetically modified  🦠 Unidentified virus 🦴 I think it’s broken… 🧪 Experimental drug with side effects 🪣 Bucket next to the bed 🔫 Digging out a bullet 🫁 Intubation/Extubation 🦷 Bite down on this

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the flinch that betrays a defiant whumpee’s terror

the curse that’s broken off by a plea

a small shudder that they fail to suppress

the choked breathing in between the sarcastic comments

what good is their defiance when whumper kicks their legs out from under them, leaving them on their hands and knees?

The blood on the concrete is their own and whumper kicks them when they’re down.

“Do you think I’d forgotten?” Whumper smiles and leans down. “Do you think I’d forgotten how to make you bleed?”

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The moment a defiant whumpee breaks down for the first time. 

It shocks them nearly as much as their audience. They try stubbornly to hold it in, to keep their expression firm. Whumpee’s body rigid with the effort; jaw set, fists clenched and shaking.  They can’t trust themselves to speak, can’t trust themselves to breathe, and so they bite their lip in a desperate attempt to remain composed. They fail, and when their body forces them to inhale, the shuddering gasp that comes out is a sob. The tears begin to flow unrelenting, and their frustration at their weakness only makes them flow faster. They can only angrily swipe away at the onslaught or turn away, all useless attempts to hide the shame clear on their face. 

I like to think about someone watching them, standing still as whumpee’s crumbling apart. Maybe it’s caretaker. It’s the first time they’d seen whumpee look so small, so hurt. They want to help, want to give the comforting words whumpee could never accept before. But indecision stills their hand. What could they say that whumpee would hear? 

Or maybe it’s whumper, watching in near shock as their oh so stubborn captive dissolves into tears before them. They don’t even mock them at first, simply watching whumpee’s trembling form. Watching them, even as whumpee tries to hide their shame. Watching and feeling nothing but satisfaction. 

There’s simply something so sweet about a character defined by their defiance falling apart.

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Give me a whumpee who is defiant as hell, but is resigned to their situation. They get the gag just before whumper can muttering “I know, I know, too much talking.” Whumpee who brings a weapon to their whumper because they know they’re going to get punished for speaking out of turn but they’re gonna call them a bitch anyway. They have no escape so they’ll behave, but only in the most sassy inconvenient way possible.

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Whumper that kidnaps someone for nefarious reasons™️ but when their new captive wakes up they immediately start crying in relief. Whumper is very confused at first, but slowly realizes that they just saved someone from a far worse fate than anything they could imagine.

Next thing they know they've accidentally shoehorned themselves into becoming a caretaker for the person they were supposed to be torturing.

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a hero coming to a villains compound, surrendering themselves, their friends dead and gone, they’re giving up, falling to their knees, head bowed, wrists held aloft in surrender.

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Public humilliation whump🫡

Hired gun once-defiant whumpee being 'disciplined' in front of Criminal Whumper's colleagues.

Kingpin Whumper is holding an informal meeting in a private study. Genially drunk business associates are chattering about.

The heavy wooden doors are pulled open and a guard by Whumpee's side wrenches them into the room, one hand around their upper arm.

Whumpee is shirtless and shivering, sanguine leaking from the disorderly lines cut into their back. Fresh wounds layer on pale pink scars which layer on paler brown ones. Their arms are bound in front of them.

The sight of Whumpee sobers everyone up, but all are frozen in inaction from the threat Whumper presents.

Whumpee never cries in front of anyone.

But Whumpee's eyes are red rimmed and leaking now.

They're brought to Whumper. Whumpee picks a spot on Whumper's leather shoes and focuses on it, determined to avoid everyone's pitying eyes. The spark of anger burning within them turns it's flames inward, shame rising from the ashes of Whumpee's dignity.

Whumper smiles, and lifts Whumpee's head with a gentle press of his fingers under their chin. "Anythin' you want to tell me, pretty?"

Whumpee knows the answer he wants to hear. They meet Whumper's eyes for a moment, but rapidly abandons the challenge.

Their raw throat struggles to form the reply.

"Thank you, sir."

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Whump-lover experience is getting lost in a preposterous scenario then suddenly snapping back, looking around and hoping no mind-reader is around because you are not ready to explain the sick shit you were imagining for fun

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Absolutely love it when a Whumper takes a Whumpee hostage via grabbing them and holding a gun/sword to their head/neck. The team/Caretaker. Stopping dead in their tracks. Maybe the Whumper told them to drop their weapons or else Whumpee gets it. And the team/Caretaker having no choice but to drop their weapons and do what Whumper said. Or or they told them to give the Macguffin to them. And the team/Caretaker having to give it to them.

What could you even do in a hostage situation like that? It's so good! 👀

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Uh yeah, shit hit the fan at work during the last part of October and then the personal life got super fucking muddled. I didn’t complete whumptober in the month of October but I do still plan to finish it.

Just not right now.

Yay vet med

#fox writes #whumptober2023 #personal

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 24 - Failed Escape

(he was not fast enough)

#gorgeous

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Whumptober Day Sixteen: Gurney

The front wheel squeaked and threatened to lead the gurney astray but the person pushing the gurney kept it on path.

The winged beast strapped down knew that, despite not knowing any of these creatures languages, this wouldn’t end well.  They thought about how hungry the eyes of the creatures looked over the soft feathers of their wings and suppressed a shudder.  

They needed to leave, no matter the cost.

They struggled against the leather strapped across them, it wouldn’t give.  The creatures let out a laugh that made their blood run cold.

#whumptober2023 #no.16 #Gurney #OC #Fic #fox writes #whump #whump prompt

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Whumptober Day Twelve: "I'm up! I'm up!"

TW: human trafficking

“I’m up!  I’m up!”  Caretaker thrashed underneath the blankets as they rushed to stand.  They didn’t realize that they had fallen asleep on the couch and Whumper waited above them expectantly, a smile on their face.  

The moment they stood they didn’t realize a foot was still wrapped up in the blanket causing them to fall to the floor.

Whumper let out a hearty laugh before offering a hand to the sheepish caretaker.  “That was graceful.”  

Caretaker graciously took the outstretched hand and brushed themselves off.  “Yeah, yeah.  How late am I?”

Whumper made an exaggerated show as they looked at their watch.  “Not too bad.  The shipment should be here in a few minutes.”

Caretaker squealed in delight.  “Ooh, I was reading about this one!  Should be fun!  Let’s go get ready for whumpee to arrive!”

And so they left to greet their newest project.

#whumptober2023 #no.12 #I'm up! I'm up! #OC #Fic #Human trafficking tw #fox writes #whump #whump prompt

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First Time for Everything

This is the story centered around my OC Noah. It is a slow burn and I have a shocking amount of it written but I really just need to connect the two parts since I don't write linearly.

TW: Interrogation, discussion of future torture, knife

First Chapter 

Previous Chapter

He couldn’t shake his nerves as he walked towards the building that had two prisoners tied up in one of the rooms.  Excitement mixed with fear, a sense of humiliation and guilt also found their place.  

As he walked into the building he could hear the two of them talking, they hadn’t heard him walk in despite his stiff gait.  The events of yesterday left him sore.  He waited outside the room as they talked after setting down his backpack.

“How close are you to getting that rope off?”  The voice was urgent.  

“Almost… there…”

Well that wasn’t good.  He walked in and the one that was Ruby’s assistant was using a busted part of the chair to attempt to cut through the rope.  “I would stop if I were you.”

Both of them looked over at him as he stepped into the room.  The one that was the general office aide immediately started to spit vitriol in his direction.  They had placed them with their backs facing each other, leaving them to face the wall.

“You’re a fucking coward!  Taking us in as hostages- and for what?  They aren’t going to accept any trades.”  The one named Rachel told Noah as he crossed the room to fix Viktor’s bonds.

“Who said anything about trying to trade for you two?  As far as Uniformity is concerned, you probably died during that attack.”  He tested the rope before stepping back.  He looked between the two of them, Viktor was cool and confident, Rachel was angry and rightfully so.  “So Viktor,” He flinched at the mention of his name.  “You were Ruby’s assistant, right?”

“Don’t fucking say a thing!”  Rachel instructed.  

Viktor spat back over his shoulder, “I won’t!”

He stayed silent as he watched the two of them bicker back and forth.  Clearly these two weren’t the best of friends when they were working together.  The moment he started walking back towards his backpack the two of them quieted.  He came back with a length of cloth in his hands Rachel immediately scoffed.

“What, you’re already tired of us?”

“I’m not a fan of the bickering.  Unless of course you both decide that you want to talk.  Viktor,” Noah watched him tense at the sound of his name, “I’ve got to be honest.  I’m most interested in what you have to say.  I’m sure you’ve heard a lot.”

“I didn’t talk to the other people you sent and I’m not going to talk now.”  Viktor growled.  

Noah brought the length of cloth closer to Rachel’s mouth, she was trying her best to keep her mouth away from it but resisting was futile.  He tied the remaining length of cloth behind her head.  She tried headbutting him but he simply wasn’t in range.  

“Now Viktor.  It’s just you and I.”  Noah still stayed in Rachel’s field of vision.  “How are you doing today?  Do you need anything?”

The glare from Rachel was exhilarating, he continued maintaining eye contact with her.  

Viktor didn’t answer and Noah broke eye contact with Rachel to walk over to his side.  “Viktor, we can’t really have a good conversation if you’re not willing to talk to me.”

Viktor kept his lips in a thin straight line as he focused on avoiding eye contact with Noah.  

Excellent.  He rested a hand on his shoulder and Viktor flinched.  “You don’t have to be afraid of me.  We can make this work, you give me what I want, you leave this room alive and unharmed.  We may keep you on a short leash, at least for a little while, all the while you can stay safe at one of the camps we have.  Uniformity doesn’t have to know that you’re alive.  You can live a normal life.”

Viktor looked down at the floor, past Noah.  He still wouldn’t speak.

Noah went and kneeled in front of Viktor suppressing a groan from the movement.  Viktor’s eyes immediately pivoted away.  “What would it take for you to talk?  We can do this your way or we can do this my way.”  

Rachel growled, Noah maintained eye contact with Viktor.  

He stood up and walked over to his backpack.  “Suit yourself then.”

Even with his back turned he could hear the panic in Viktor’s voice.  “Wait!  What are you planning on doing?”

He turned to face him, “It depends.  Talk.”  The sweet honey that had laced his voice was gone.  

The abrupt change in tone wasn’t lost on Viktor as he finally met Noah’s eyes.  An internal battle raged on behind his eyes.  Rachel let out another timely scream and his resolution hardened once more.

“Okay, suit yourself.”  The pack contained a few things he thought he might need, including his favorite weapon: a knife.  The skills that he possessed with it had been carefully curated over the years.  

The butterflies in his stomach started again.  He turned to face the two of them and he made sure that they could see the smile that splayed across his lips.

Viktor was cracking even before Noah could bring the knife down on him.  When he walked back over to them Viktor was starting to become a sputtering mess.

“You can’t- you won’t- This isn’t right!”  Viktor was visibly trembling.  

Noah brought the blade under Viktor’s chin and tilted it upwards.  “I can, I will.  I don’t have to unless you tell me what you know.”  Those words were almost a whisper.

He was crying, Noah couldn’t blame him.  Full sobs racked through him and while Noah let him have a moment he had a timeline to work with.  He pulled the knife away, Viktor didn’t notice, and punched him to snap him back to reality.  

Viktor went back to sniffling, his focus back on Noah and a bruise blossoming on his jaw.  

“Viktor…” Noah purred.  “I need you to remain composed.  We’re having a conversation here.  Can you do that?”

His eyes were puffy and red.  He didn’t answer.  

Deep down, this thrilled Noah.

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#fox writes #whump #oc #the insurgents #noah #knife mention #interrogation whump #mentions of future torture