#backhanded whump

[jordanstrophe]

Hallow Island, 2

[part 1] [Series Masterlist] [Part 3]

CW: Back-handed slap, gagged, bound, manhandled, controlling whumper, kidnapping/imprisoned, sliiight failed escape attempt if you squint

The strap around whumpees wrists and ankles were undone and they were tugged out of their airplane seat by an arm.

Immediately whumpee tried to rip the gag out of their mouth, but whumper took it as an opportunity to get their other arm.

"Easy! Easy now. I don't want to hurt you. Calm yourself." Whumper lulled. The words sickened whumpee to the core as they got one more burst of adrenaline and managed to rip an arm loose.

"HEY!" Whumper yelled, swiping to grab them but whumpee twisted free and bolted out the plane exit just as it opened.

The second their foot was out the door, they ran face first into two guards who seemed like they were waiting right there for them. They each grabbed an arm and pinned whumpee between them, neither budging their grip.

Whumper sniffed angrily and motioned for the guards to turn them around; before striking whumpee hard against the cheek. They whimpered as the side of their face hit the guards arm by force.

"I really tried being gentle with you... Try anything like that again and you'll lose that privilege." Whumper spat, grabbing whumpees face as they flinched.

"Nod if you understand." Whumper hissed.

Whumpees eyes flickered between defiance and fear, before giving a small angry nod. There was nothing they could do between the two guards aside from giving in.

"Splendid. Take them to the hollow. I want them clean and ready for tonight. And check their cheek before they go up for auction, I don't want to see a bruise. It's bad for business." Whumper fixed their sleeve and waved them off.

Whumpee felt weightless between the two guards. If they fought they got yanked so hard their feet went off the ground. The island was surrounded by a sandy beach, their toes left skid marks from where they struggled. They tried burying their heels but all they did was get sand in their shoes.

Despite it being an island, they could see massive glass buildings in the center beyond the palm trees. Up ahead there was a cave with a built in iron wall and door. Whumpee tried to plead with the guards, but all they could do was make sad muffled noises.

The guard on their left never looked at them once. The guard on their right occasionally glanced to make sure they weren't squeezing too tight, at least not enough to leave a mark.

Someone from the inside opened the door. The halls got dark quick and soon enough, whumpee was gently laid down in a cell where they sunk to the floor on their knees. That would be their chance to run if they had the energy; it took the plane nearly a day to get wherever they were and they spent the last energy in pitiful efforts.

"Someone will be by soon to look you over. Just try and get some rest, mmkay?" The last guard spoke, looking over their shoulder. Whumpee ripped the gag out of their mouth and shouted "PLEASE HELP ME!" Before the door slammed shut.

Whumpee let loose a broken cry they had been holding in since they shoved the gag in the first place. 

To be continued- [Series Masterlist]

@enigmawritesstuff

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[shywhumpauthor]

Nothing better than a Whumper who wears thick, heavy rings backhanding a Whumpee across the face, the rubies that decorate their fingers splitting a gash across Whumpee’s cheek

And the little gasp that follows the impact

#mmmmm gonna use this in the book I’m never gonna write #you can just see the prince- this scrawny lil mf who’s like 5’7 max just backhanding the 6’2 guard cause he was “being disrespectful” or sm #but somehow the guard ends up falling for that fucker man idk #or maybe the king would do that hmm #but I’m def going to include it #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #its me coal #coal wrote something #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump trope #whump tropes #writing prompts #writing prompt #whump idea #whump ideas

[whump-in-the-closet]

I mean, really, what’s better than a hissed “Don’t fucking touch them!”

#so many options for answers too #a smiling ‘i won’t touch a hair on their head’. lying through their teeth #just simply backhanding the whumpee. ‘who’s going to stop me?’ #‘oh? and what are you going to do about it?’ #yeah this is my current brain rot. that’s all. good night folks that’s it #whump tropes #whump prompts

[whumpasaurus101]

Chapter Seven

Previous

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“Does it hurt?” 

Niko had hoped he would have been left by himself, but no, apparently the torture was not over just yet. He sat on the couch of the sitting room, hugging his knees tight to his chest.

Even from the look of the room, Niko could tell Martyn was a goddamn billionaire. The couch was a clean white, a small chandelier hanging from the ceiling above them as the huge tv played some football match. The team was probably looking at it now, probably already have forgotten about him.

“Mhm…”

He couldn't even rest his back against the back of the couch from the deep slashes that painted his back. Tears were brimming his eyes. Gid, he was pathetic, he was feeling so sorry for himself! 

His eyes zoned back into the room as someone entered the room, placing a tray in front of the two before walking hastily back out of the room. Niko’s eyes lit up as he saw two bowls of steaming hot soup along with a mug that looked like hot chocolate.

Martyn chuckled, picking up a bowl and handing it to Niko, “Careful, buttercup, it's hot.”

Niko wasn't even bothered by the petname, he stirred the soup with his spoon. He could cry from relief, taking the spoon and gently slurping, wincing from how hot it was. Martyn bursed into a loud chuckle, “What did I tell you?” His voice was playful as he ruffled Niko’s hair affectionately.

Niko couldn't help but lean into the warm affectionate touch. After such a brutal, rough handling, this was almost….sweet. Niko tried to snap himself out of his thoughts, eyes flicking up to the television. He felt the other’s eyes on him, wishing the couch could just swallow him whole.

“Your face is too pretty for all of this gang violence.”

Niko clenched his jaw tight, swallowing the bile which slowly rose up his throat, making him feel ill, “‘m not…” in a gang. Oh, there was no point. Martyn saw past him. He already gave up one of his teammates. There was no going back.

He simply just slowly ate his soup, watching as one of the players wearing full red gear passed the line, scoring a point for their team.

He didn't exactly understand american football. His team would always attempt to explain it to him each game but he ended up getting more confused. 

“Whats the point of this,” Niko huffed, “Why- I mean- how is thai benefitting you? Are you seriously so lonely that you have to drug someone just to-”

His head was sent flying to the side as the back of Martyn’s hand collided with his cheek. 

“Guess you are…” Niko mumbled, his tongue swiping the beads of blood gathered on his lip.

“You ungrateful brat,” Martyn snarled, “I give you warm food, water and fresh clothes- I'm even letting relax on the couch with my for christ sake-”

“You kidnapped me!!!!!” Niko cried out. This was bloody absurd! “You- you took me from my team- you're only proving them right of how I'm the weakest!” His voice broke at the end as he shoved the bowl of boiling soup on his captor’s lap.

Martyn looked up at Niko in shock, his lap burning as he shot up, the soup spilling out against the white material of the couch.

Niko knew he was dead. He quickly ran to the door, opening it quickly. Just was he began to sprint out, a hand wrapped around his waist, quickly pulling him flush against someone’s chestl

Niko cried out, kicking and thrashing in Marcus’ grip, “Let go of me!” He roared, bashing his fists anywhere he could, desperately flailing around.

“Give him the shot,” Marcus growled, “I'm changing out of these fucking clothes, and get someone to get the soup out of the fucking couch before it fucking stains.”

“And…what do I do with him?”

Niko whimpered as he felt Marcus’ grip on him tighten.

“I don't care, anything.”

As Niko watched Martyn walk out of the corridor, he felt a dull pain pinch against his neck. “No!” Niko cried out, but he knew it was too late as Marcys’ thumb recessed against the plunger.

Niko’s knees buckled as black spots engulfed his vision. He went limp against Marcus.

This couldn't get any worse.

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[silversanimewhump]

The Morose Mononokean

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[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Meeting Kai

Credit and big thanks to @deckofaces for inspiring how Kai and Y/N met! (Note- y/f/c= your favorite color)

Kai Masterlist

              Y/N swam between schools of fish, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Any magical object, maybe something to wish on; she wasn’t sure what to look for, but she was desperate enough to look anyway. Since being cursed, she would turn into a mermaid anytime she touched water. That included a shimmering, y/f/c tail, webbed ears, and little scales peppered sparsely across her body. Her mer form was beautiful, but it was a hassle at best, even if it did include the ability to breathe underwater.

              Y/N was so focused on treasure hunting that she didn’t notice the shadow forming over her until it was too late. Y/N looked up just as a net descended beneath the surface. Her and the schools of fish began to swim in evasive patterns. Their efforts were in vain, however; the fish were caught immediately, and Y/N with them. Y/N struggled to get out of the net, but her tail and arms had gotten tangled in it during her efforts to escape. Y/n could do nothing but struggle and wait for the net to get hauled up out of the water.

              Within moments, she was hauled on deck of a pirate ship. The fish around her flopped helplessly in the net. Y/N got smacked in the face several times by their fins.

              “Good work men,” a voice echoed, “we’ll be able to fetch a fair price for these at port.”

              Fishermen. Hopefully they were the benevolent type.

              Y/N yelped as the net was dragged across the ground.

              “Wait,” the voice said, “what is that?”

              The net stopped moving, and Y/N was uncomfortably aware that she was being watched. A young man stood over her, a grin on his face.

              “Hello there,” he said, “what have we here?”

              “Um, hello,” Y/N said sheepishly.

              Y/N tried to wave, but the net tangled around her arms made that difficult.

              “Hehe,” Y/N laughed nervously, “I was just passing by when your net caught me. I don’t suppose you could…?”

              Y/N looked down at the tangled mess for emphasis. The fisherman blinked, then laughed.

              “Of course, little fish,” he said, “hold still.”

              The fisherman dragged Y/N to the center of the deck, then pulled out a knife. He cut through the ropes, being careful not to hurt Y/N.

              “Thank you,” Y/N said, “thank you very much.”

              “It’s no trouble at all,” the fisherman said, “my name is Kai, what might you be called?”

              “I’m Y/N,” Y/N answered, “now if you could just throw me back, I’ll be out of your hair.”

Kai smiled. He wordlessly slid an arm under Y/N’s tail and another behind her back, lifting her up in a bridal carry. Y/N tried to ignore how Kai’s men gawked at her as he carried her, not to the ship’s railing, but to the captain’s cabin.

              “Wait, where are we going!?” Y/N asked, “you have to throw me back!”

              “But we’ve only just met, little fish,” Kai said, “it would be rude to leave without getting to know each other first. Not that I’ll be letting you leave, but the point still stands.”

              “What!?”

              “As captain of Calypso’s Wrath, I am responsible for managing all of the treasure we collect. And you are certainly the finest addition to the collection.”

Calypso’s Wrath? That did not sound like a fisherman’s ship.

              “Y-you,” Y/N gulped, “you’re not a fisherman, are you?”

Kai looked down at Y/N and laughed out loud.

              “What a naïve little thing you are,” Kai said, “I am Kai Nelson, the captain of the most feared pirate ship this side of the globe.”

              As Kai spoke, he set Y/N down in a large, glass tank filled with water.

              “I was going to use this to house rare species of fish,” Kai explained, “but you’re more valuable than anything else I could catch.”

              “Please,” Y/N said, sitting up so that her upper half poked out of the tank, “let me go. I haven’t done anything to you, I’m nothing of value-”

              A backhanded slap tore across Y/N’s face faster than she could perceive it.

              “Nothing of value?” Kai said darkly, “I’ll be the judge of that. I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself with any lesser treatment than you deserve. Understand?”

              Y/N nodded with wide eyes, rubbing the side of her face.

              “Alas, little treasure, I must leave you for now,” Kai said, “the men get rowdy without instruction you know.”

Kai left the room, closing the cabin door behind him. The reality of Y/N’s situation sunk in and tears welled in her eyes. Y/N would cry for a good long while before the beginnings of an escape plan would form in her mind.

ko-fi

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[echo-goes-mmm]

Got some nasty bruises there, Laith

Old Friends Masterpost

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#Supervillain is a fan of the backhanded slap #plus enough hair to really yank him by it #Laith #Old Friends #whump #villain whump #villain whumpee

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Anticipation

The Whumpers’ Soirée - @the-whumpers-soiree - Continuation from Among friends

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With a little help from the doorman, Whumper managed to carry his new prize off to his car and he fondly looked at the man sprawled over the backseat. But while he was sleeping peacefully now, he knew there was going to be hell as soon as the guy would wake up.

“Don’t suppose you got any handcuffs?” he muttered to the doorman, more lost in his own thoughts than actually expecting an answer.

But the doorman held up a finger, gesturing for him to wait, and disappeared inside. When he returned, he flipped the man over to lie onto his stomach and cuffed his hands behind his back.

Whumper quietly watched him work, somewhat impressed. This event really did come with all perks available. He would have to thank them, maybe send a donation, and was already looking forward to the next event.

“I hope I didn’t ruin any plans you had for your own evening?” He winked to the doorman and gave him a handsome tip.

“Oh, no, sir,” the doorman replied with a laugh. “Not everyone here wants to take their new friends home. We provide soundproof rooms for the night, with all kinds of items available.” He nodded to the handcuffs.

Whumper beamed. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

-

He casually let the man slide from his shoulder, letting gravity take over as he dropped him without a care onto the cold concrete floor of his basement.

It forced a soft grunt from the man and he stirred lightly. Good. That meant he wouldn’t have to wait long. He pulled up a chair, twirled it backwards and rested his arms over the back, keeping his captive in full view as he slowly woke up.

He watched as the man – Whumpee – glanced around, confused, getting to terms with his dark and bleak surroundings, with his circumstances when he meant to sit up but realized his hands were held back with cold metal.

His eyes narrowed as he noticed Whumper, silently watching him with a soft smirk on his face, and his body bristled with anger.

“You,” he snarled, pulling more forcefully at the cuffs. “What the hell is this?! What did you—!“

“You're the spoils of the hunt.” Whumper merely shrugged.

“I am not—“

“That blue bracelet marks you as prey,” Whumper simply cut over him and nodded at the glowstick rattling against the cuffs.

“You put it on me!”

Whumper’s face lit up with a malicious grin. He stood and slowly walked towards Whumpee, who now scooted back a little. “Because I recognised you for what you are,” he almost whispered.

By mistake, though, but what a mistake this was. He liked the fiery ones. Taking them down a notch. Was there a better challenge than taking down a predator? And this guy had just that mix of vulnerability and fire; walking around as if he was king of the rock, his red bracelet probably giving him more confidence and courage than he really had, which showed in his hesitance at the party. Like a predator used to hunt in a pack, now forced to go alone. And without his red marker, he was outed. He was nothing more than prey. Prey that now, slowly but surely, came to terms with the situation he found himself in; drawing back, tensing up, the fear so adamantly held back by the fury in his eyes.

“Come on,” Whumper drawled. “How did you even get that red bracelet, hm? It’s for VIPs only, didn't you know?” he taunted, knowing very well no whumpee could’ve ever have gotten their hands on one.

“I am a VIP! I was invited as a VIP!”

“Oh, my bad then.” Whumper’s grin couldn't get any wider.

He watched on in silent amusement as Whumpee struggled by himself, teeth grit and eyes still furious on him, to get a shoulder under him and push himself up. His fists clenched behind his back and with a bit of wiggling and some unflattering poses and grunts, he managed to get himself to sit on his knees.

“Look at you,” Whumper purred. “Look how you’re already getting on your knees for me without any prompting. VIP,” he scoffed, emphasising each letter distinctly and in disdain.

Whumpee bared his teeth but otherwise didn’t rise to the taunt and sat back on his heels.

“Tell me, then,” Whumper continued and he slowly paced back and forth in front of his captive, looking down on him. “What were you looking for at the party.”

But Whumpee turned his head and pointedly looked away.

“Relax, I’m not police,” Whumper said. “Just a fellow… hobbyist. You can tell me.”

And after a beat, the man relented and looked up. “I was just looking for someone to beat the shit out of.” Whumpee’s tone was one of defeat, almost like a scolded child. But something dangerous still lurked in his voice, probably hoping that his answer might scare his captor, and his eyes, fixed on Whumper’s, betrayed his intentions. Were he ever to get out of those handcuffs.

Whumper however shook his head at that and sighed. “That's...” he clicked his tongue and circled behind Whumpee. “That’s not... you were at that event just to find someone to beat up?”

“I guess you will do,” Whumpee continued almost in a growl.

But Whumper was not impressed, although secretly glad that he handcuffed the guy. He was sure he could wrestle him into submission, but fighting was such a hassle. While offering false hope was a nice thing, yanking that little bit of control back from those cuffed hands, in some cases he wanted to keep hold of all strings.

“You could’ve just plucked a random guy off the street.”

“So could you.”

“I’m looking for a little more… substance, if you know what I mean.” Probably not, given the simplistic nature of the man’s venture. “And not just everyone will do.”

“What is it you do, then?” Whumpee asked in his aggressive tone and as soon as the words left his mouth he realised what he asked and instantly regretted it.

Whumper allowed himself a soft smile. “I don’t mind showing you. I think by now, you can kinda get the picture.” He reached inside his pocket for his switchblade. And, as he expected, he saw the man’s shoulders tense, flinch ever so lightly as the click of the blade pierced the silence he left. “This is all about anticipation. Building up fear. Breaking down limits.”

Breaking pride. He stepped in front of Whumpee again, caressed the man’s cheek with the cold blade as he passed him and once again he flinched away from him. “It’s not about getting high on power for a minute as you beat someone into the ground. It’s all about the long run. Where you break more than just bones.”

He knelt down on one knee in front of his captive, teased the blade over his collarbone, and continued in a soft whisper:

“This. This is about control.”

He half expected the man to lunge forward to catch him off balance– hence him not crouching down – but he seemed to be frozen in place. His mask of anger slowly melting away.

“Tell your captive what you expect from them. Or better yet, teach them what to expect.”

“Which is?”

“Your undivided attention. Look, if I were to just strike you—“ and he suddenly lashed out with a brutal backhand. The sound echoed off the walls, almost drowning out the man’s grunt as the force of the blow sent him to the ground.

He snarled and spit, sputtered some blood from his lips, grunts of pain turning to growls of rage again.

“See, I’ve lost your attention and all it does is make you angry. You don't want angry. I don’t want angry. I want fear.” He grasped a handful of hair and pulled him up. “Fear makes people attentive, alert, ready for what's next.”

“Well, tough luck. All I got for you is anger.”

Whumper hummed at that and pulled the man closer. "And lies, apparently." He could clearly see the fear in those wide eyes, noticed how the man’s breath hitched as he inched closer, how he pulled at his grip to gain a more safe distance.

“Do you know what happens the next time you lie?” He almost purred, knife now sliding over the bloodied lips.

“I don’t care. Beat me, carve me up with that knife of yours, see if I care.”

“You should. You should care. And believe me...” he trailed off, walking back to his chair and rummaged about in the duffel bag he had dragged down with his favourite tools. His fingers slid over the whip but he left it alone, not wanting to break his prey so badly from the start. He wanted to draw this out a little. Not just to make a point. To have some more fun. Slowly building up so that when the man did break, it would be glorious. Instead, he pulled out a cattle prod and a cane.

“You will care.”

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Continued here

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[viva-la-whump]

Well so much for that escape plan... ;)

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[whump-in-the-closet]

Whump Tropes Associated with Weapons

Knife- "hold still"/ pressed up against a wall/ caught off guard/ manipulated/ "Ah, ah, ah I wouldn't do that if I were you"/ blood dripping off hands/ facial scars/ blade tracing over the skin/ the sound of whimpering but with no one to hear/ betrayal/ left for dead

Crowbar- gasping/ concussions/ broken ribs and fractured bones/ a tooth spat out/ glaring up at the captor only to flinch back/ "we can do whatever we like, we just can't kill you"/ massive bruises/ powerful enemies/ falling into the enemy's hands/ used for bait/ raw defiance that cannot be beaten

Bare Fists- friends to enemies/ "for old times sake"/ kicked while still down/ black eyes/ manhandling/ backhanded slap/ friends knowing exactly how to hurt the other/ thrown against a wall/ a civilized fight turning into a brawl/ forced to fight

Syringe- kept in a lab/ deprived of privacy and humanity/ drugged/ restrained/ inhuman whumpee/ reduced to a shadow of their former selves/ deemed a threat/ public humiliation/ "You've got the wrong person!"

Gun- clubbed with pistol butt/ tilting chin up with the muzzle of the gun/ "Don't move"/ kidnapped/ found in an alleyway/ shot through the leg/ cursing/ not worth the struggle/ losing hope/ fatal mistake/ running their mouth until told to shut up/ hissed threats/ the cold detachment of the metal against their skin/ flight fight or freeze instinct kicking in

#feel free to add your own #whump writing #whump #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump community #whump ideas #whump prompts #troy talks #whump scenario #what are the thoughts on this #say them all

[bruciemilf]

I'd like to suggest a concept.

Angry protective Bruce as Bruce Wayne who drops Brucie in public when his family and friends are threatened. Who's ready to snarl at a jackass because one too many boundary was crossed and he's DONE.

The thing is that apparently Bruce like this is even scarier than Batman. Or well, Batman is only ever as scary as that when his protective instincts rear their head.

Social media explodes. Bruce is as doting as ever to his children and kind in general. He's just doesn't have any more fucks to give.

His kids are flabbergasted. His kids are proud. They regularly get popcorn.

Other times they get angry because many people don't like this and push back and bring up nasty things from the past. WHAT did people used to say to Bruce when he was a teenager??

Alfred's hands are shaking. He's heard some of this before. But it seems that people only get stealthier.

GODDD ITS THE WAY I HAVE THE PERFECT WHUMP PIECE FOR THIS-

Here's a brutal truth about Gotham; You can either be a broken hero, or a whole villain, but you can't be both at once. One or the other, both kneel to Gotham City in different ways.

No one from the Justice League truly understood. Not until Bruce dismisses the idea of Diana being tonight's arm candy for the rich and sleazy at Wayne Gala;

They needed to get that Kryptonite from Lex's hands, and this is the perfect trap. Bruce is the man for the job. " It's what I'm for; That's my designed purpose."

He's talking about Brucie Wayne, but Clark finds more sinister undertones beneath that. But they soon understand what that means, and it leaves them with ashes in their mouth.

They watch, helplessly, uselessly, as Lex Luthor pulls Bruce into his lap, puffing cigar smoke in his face while admiring the bat of his lashes; Bruce's beauty is a death trap. That bastard won't be thinking about the labs anytime soon.

But it's disturbing to watch.

It's disturbing and wretched, watching Bruce sit there and take it; Smiling emptily, pretending there's nothing wrong when his waist is squeezed or his character is smeared.

Clark watches with red eyes as Lex grabs Bruce's sharp jawline, moving it from side to side, as if displaying an adorable animal, " Brucie's lucky he's pretty, cause there's NOTHING upstairs" while laughing with a group of equally disgusting men.

Bruce is just rolling his eyes internally and hopes Oliver and Hal will get a kick out of this, cause it's the last time he does a mission for this; Better him than Diana.

(Oliver and Hal aren't enjoying this; far from it, actually. Ollie squeezed a champagne glass so hard shards bite into his hand and Hal has to take his ring off because he WILL blast these assholes with it on)

Carmine Falcone is the spark that lights the fire, thought.

Wrinkled, ringed fingers tipping up Bruce's jaw, " When I told Tommy he'll be a looker, he punched my goddam lights out. But I was right, wasn't I? Shame he ain't here to see it,"

Clark is reminded, then, that Tim is watching this from Bruce's lens. Maybe Dick, too. Maybe all of them do. His stomach coils at the thought,

" Maybe that boy of yours, - Tim, right? - is gonna take after you and drop the chairman act. God knows this city needs more pretty boys like you."

There's another, secret truepiece about Gotham; Bruce Wayne wears Batman. Not the other way around.

The League has the pleasure of watching Bruce slowly rise from Lex's lap, smile ice-cold and dangerous and venom painted.

They watch with paused breaths as Bruce Wayne grips Falcone's head and bangs it againts the table and backhand Lex so hard a storm of teeth fly out.

The room temperature is fire, Bruce's anger drowning them in, and there's a bit of pleasure in it. Especially when their friend simply dusts off his hand and says he's ready to go, but Clark HEARS Bruce's heart stutter and panic, " I need to see Tim, - I need... I need Tim. I need my kids."

No one holds him back; They're smarter than that.

No one harms Bruce's children; There's a tall price to pay if you do, and no one's pockets are that deep. And yes, people have lots to say about it; But he's too tired and too sick and too angry to give half a fuck.

As long as his family is okay, what's more to care about? As long as they don't go through what HE went through, what's there to dig after?

But Alfred has his own shares of horror stories about teenage Bruce and how he was treated, and he isn't shy to reveal names.

" But of course, there's nothing Superman could do about it, am I wrong, Mr. Kent?"

" Superman, no. Clark kent just might, sir."

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4th Doctor Whump - Classic Doctor Who

Here’s all the whump moments I noted for the fourth doctor in the show.

Spoilers ahead!

S12E2- hit in head, knocked to ground

S12E3- arm bent behind back

S12E6- shot with stun gun, headache

S12E7- mental pain from bonding mind to wirrn

S12E8- punched, knocked out

S12E9- shot unconscious, grabbed by hair, manhandled, falls down a hole

S12E10- knocked to ground, shot unconscious, in a fight

S12E11- gassed, trouble breathing, hit in back, falls to knees

S12E12- weakened by security scan, elbowed in gut, shoved to ground

S12E13- electrocuted

S12E14- aftermath of electrocution, wakes up weak, manhandled, bound to chair

S12E15- knocked unconscious with blow to head, groggy

S12E16- strangled by baby dalek

S12E17- coughing

S12E18- circuit blows up in face, shot unconscious by cybermen

S12E19- grabbed painfully by neck then shoulders, caught in rock fall, knocked unconscious

S13E4- electrocuted, grabbed by ankle, strangled

S13E6- shoved to ground

S13E7- passes out, shot

S13E8- almost falls over

S13E10- passes out

S13E12- tortured by sutekh, strangled

S13E15- manhandled, tied up, bound to table, painful memory extraction

S13E16- punched, thrown around

S13E17- passes out

S13E18- tied up

S13E20- knocked out, strangled, discomfort from mind bending contest, passes out

S13E22- tied up

S13E24- manhandled, thrown into a bunch of garbage cans, grabbed by the hair

S13E26- wrestling with a guy trying to pull him into a fertilizer machine

S14E1- knocked unconscious with rock to back of head, knocked out again falling off horse

S14E2- headache from mandragora energy

S14E3- bit more headache, manhandled, chained up

S14E4- electrocuted repeatedly

S14E5- caught in a quarry blast, sore arm

S14E6- falls to floor

S14E7- headache from mind reading, falls over

S14E9- painful vision, falls to floor

S14E10- tortured, pain from going into the matrix, falls down hills, foot stuck in rail

S14E11- cut knee, shot in arm, in a fight, drowned

S14E12- wakes up disoriented, shot with stun gun, hit by falling debris

S14E13- bound, blindfolded

S14E15- falls to ground, strapped to table, falls to ground from mental strain

S14E16- on the floor holding head in pain, wakes up weak, grabbed, in a fight, pain from using mind to destroy zoanon

S14E17- trapped in a hopper being filled with ore

S14E18- strangled, strapped to wall

S14E20- strangled by robot, hit by robot and manhandled, knocked out, strapped to table, tortured, grabbed painfully

S14E21- in a fight

S14E26- on the floor, dragged

S15E5- collapses unconscious, wakes up disoriented

S15E6- falls to knees fighting mind control, self-induced coma

S15E11- pain from touching mutation generator which absorbed lifeforce

S15E13- coughing from gas

S15E14- in a straight jacket, unable to speak

S15E15- punched in the stomach, threatened with red hot metal

S15E17- thrown to ground, manhandled

S15E18- passes out in gas

S15E19- random dude is tortured

S15E22- hurt by having the matrix put on his head, falls to ground

S15E25- shot with sontaran weapon

S16E5- hits lip off tardis console

S16E6- passes out from psychokinetic blast

S16E7- captured, restrained with hands cuffed from ceiling, dropped to ground, shot at and made to walk the plank

S16E8- backhanded, knocked down by explosion

S16E9- knocked out with blow to head

S16E10- unconscious and tied up, knocked down

S16E11- shocked and falls to ground

S16E12- shocked and falls to ground

S16E13- shocked repeatedly

S16E14- poisoned and knocked out

S16E16- punched in the stomach, shocked, prolonged sword fight

S16E17- shoved to ground

S16E19- hands tied behind back, put on stretching rack

S16E20- grabbed by Kroll tentacle

S16E23- manhandled, kidnapped, briefly tortured with electrocution

S17E1- crushed under collapsed block

S17E4- shot unconscious

S17E5- stumbled and collapses

S17E7- has thumbs put in thumb screws, threatened to tighten them

S17E9- attacked by weird ass plant ball things, manhandled, put in stockade

S17E11- enveloped by creature, hit in chest, held at knife point

S17E13- shot and stunned unconscious

S17E14- in a fight

S17E15- grabbed by plant roots, attacked by mandrill

S17E16- unconscious, attacked by mandrills offscreen and stumbling

S17E17- hand shocked, thrown to ground several times due to tardis troubles

S18E2- aged

S18E8- punched in the stomach

S18E13- attacked by bats, bit on neck

S18E17- thrown to ground of tardis, burnt hand

S18E20- hand stepped on, strangled with his scarf, kicked in the head

S18E22- caught in a net, stunned

S18E24- cowering from explosion, forced to kneel

S18E27- shrunk inside tardis

S18E28- held at gunpoint, dangling off tall radio dish, falls from a height, dies, regenerates

That’s all folks!

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The Golden Eyes (2019) - 黄金瞳 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : A simple pawn shop worker, Zhuang Rui, had his own eyes mutated after an accident during a robbery attempt of an ancient Jade carving. His mutated eyes subsequently brought many changes to his life in many unexpected ways he could ever imagined. (MDL)

Whumpees : Zhuang Rui played by Lay Zhang (center) • Peng Fei played by Meng A Sai (2 eps) (far right)

Country : 🇨🇳 China Genres : Adventure, Martial Arts, Fantasy, Tomb Raider

Notes : This is a Full Whump List • This is the a revision of my Partial List, which only had 4 episodes on it! It really deserved better than that. • My favorite episodes are pink : 00

Related List : The Golden Eyes (2019) - partial list

Episodes on List : 37 Total Episodes : 56

*Spoilers below*

01 : Glass gets into Zhuang Rui's eyes, knocked out … hospitalized, eyes bandaged … blurry vision, overwhelmed by new eyesight … unsteady, rubbing eyes

02 : Headache

04 : Attacked, hooded

05 : Handcuffed … falls through a trapdoor

06 : Protects someone from an explosion, knocked out … protects someone from a 2nd explosion, knocked out

09 : Rubbing his eyes

10 : (near end) Attacked, fight

11 : Shaking head in slight pain

13 : Fight, knocked out … dizzy, eye/head pain.. unsteady

14 : Car crash, knocked out … treated in hospital

17 : Drunk, unsteady, helped to walk

18 : Shaking head, pain.. unsteady, passes out, caught … nauseous … locked in a wine cellar

19 : … continued from previous ep. ... Locked in wine cellar, shivering

22 : While driving, shaking head, pain … revealed he's been shot in the leg, bleeding, limping … temporary amnesia, migraine, collapses.. leg infected, fever

23 : … continued from previous ep. ... Limping, exhausted, eye pain.. blurry vision, collapses, passes out … headache

24 : … continued from previous ep. ... Passes out, hospitalized

25 : Chased, rolls down a hill, migraine, unsteady, blurry vision, temporarily blind … blurry vision

26 : … continued from previous ep. ... Still partially blind … vision slowly returning, blurry … steps on a landmine

27 : Peng Fei is captured, tied up, whipped

28 : … continued from previous ep. ... Attempts escape, tied up again … Zhuang Rui is captured, tied up … Zhuang Rui & Peng Fei are knocked out with smoke bomb … Zhuang Rui nightmare.. headache, ear ringing

29 : Not feeling well, not eating, depressed

30 : Wrestling match, sore after … lightheaded

31 : Lightheaded … out of it, collapses against a pillar, barely conscious, helped to walk … blurry vision, migraine, helped to walk, saying he can't see or hear, writhing in pain, given a shot to sleep

32 : Unsteady, starts to collapses, supported … slightly unresponsive … headache … nightmare

33 : Hit with a shovel

35 : (near end) [flashbacks to eps 22, 25, 31] migraine, amnesia, blind, migraine, writhing … [present] drunk

36 : Admitting he's lost his sense of taste … eye strain, headache, exhausted … (@ 13:16 Huang Fu Yun looks so much better without the birdshit highlight in his hair) … drunk

37 : … continued from previous ep. ... Drunk … captured, hands tied

38 : Shock, dizzy, migraine, collapses, caught … briefly knocked out from explosion

42 : Eye strain … captured, hands tied.. hit with bats in a fight

43 : Drugged … tied up

44 : MIgraine

45 : Dizzy, collapses, migraine.. unsteady … starts to collapse, supported

50 : (at end) Tied up

53 : Attacked, knocked out … migraine … captured

55 : Headache, backhanded, falls & hits head on a pipe, barely conscious.. carried … unconscious … hospitalized

56 : … continued from previous ep. ... Hospitalized, drugged asleep … hospitalized for brain surgery.. seizure during surgery

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can i get a whumpee who was kidnapped by whumper and interrogated, but it turns out whumper got the wrong person and whumpee is completely innocent. whumper feels bad for what they did but can’t risk letting whumpee go in case they tell authorities. now they’re stuck with each other but whumpee is still extremely terrified of whumper, and they have to try and make whumpee feel safe again. (hope this makes sense, thanks!)

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“I-I told you,” Whumpee whimpered, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Whumper backhanded Whumpee across the face. Whumpee cried out and shrank back in their chair as far as the bindings would allow.

“I’m growing impatient with you, [Name],” Whumper said coldly, opening a switchblade, “I guess I’ll just have to make another mark.”

“Please!” Whumpee begged, “I’m not [Name], I swear!”

Whumper plunged the blade into Whumpee’s shoulder. Not very deep, but enough for Whumpee to scream.

“Enough of your games,” Whumper growled, “it’s impressive that you’ve kept up the lie this long, but-“

“Boss?”

Whumper sighed in exasperation.

“What?” Whumper barked, not looking away from Whumpee.

“We’ve found [Name] in a safehouse near the docks,” Right Hand said, “turns out this one is just a doppelganger.”

Right Hand gestured to Whumpee.

“What!?” Whumper said, whipping around to face Right Hand, “then who have I been interrogating!?”

Whumpee let out a choked sob as blood dribbled from their various wounds.

“Go,” Whumper said, “bring them in, I’ll deal with this one.”

Right Hand nodded and left the room. Whumper turned back to Whumpee, any traces of anger gone from their face.

“Hey,” Whumper said, “shh, it’s okay. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Whumper started to untie Whumpee. Once they were freed, Whumper stood back to give them their space. Whumpee shakily stood up, then their knees buckled. Whumper dove to catch them.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Whumper said, “I should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to stand. What’s your name?”

“I’ve been trying to tell you,” Whumpee stammered, “my name is Whumpee.”

“That’s right, you did say that,” Whumper said softly, “…it’s gonna be okay, Whumpee. I’m going to take care of you.”

Whumper discreetly pulled out a soaked rag. They gently but firmly placed it over Whumpee’s mouth and nose.

“Hm? Mmph!?”

“Shh,” Whumper said, “I’m so sorry. Just go to sleep.”

Whumpee struggled in Whumper’s grip; their efforts were pitiful at best. Eventually, Whumpee drifted off in Whumper’s hold.

…

Whumper sat by Whumpee’s bedside as they slept. They had brought them to the best guest room in their mansion. At first glance, one wouldn’t even know it was more than just a guest room. But upon closer inspection, one would notice the tiny security cameras, the bulletproof, locked windows, and the reinforced door that only had a lock on one side- the outside. Other than those things, it was a beautiful room, and a much better space than Whumpee’s previous arrangements.

Whumper watched the steady rise and fall of Whumpee’s bandaged chest with bubbling guilt. They had taken an innocent person and subjected them to a horrific interrogation that had lasted for hours. It was a wonder the poor thing was still alive.

A gasp roused Whumper out of their thoughts. They looked to see Whumpee trying and failing to sit up in bed.

“Hey hey, easy now,” Whumper said, pushing them back down, “it’s okay.”

Whumpee’s eyes fell on Whumper, and they flinched hard.

“Wh-Where-” they started.

‘Where are you?” Whumper sighed, “I’m sorry to say you’re in your new home. My home.”

“What!?”

“Don’t excite yourself, it’s all going to be fine,” Whumper said, “let me explain everything.”

Whumpee didn’t speak. Whether it was because they genuinely wanted to hear them out or because they were terrified, Whumper wasn’t sure.

“I am the leader of a certain organization,” Whumper explained, “and there has been someone, someone called [Name], that has been getting in the way of my plans. Unfortunately for you, you bear a striking resemblance to them, and my men took you instead of them.”

Whumpee just stared with tears in their eyes.

“I’ve made a terrible error,” Whumper continued, “and as much as I would like to patch you up and send you on your way, I can’t do that. I’m afraid you’ll be staying with me for the foreseeable future. I am truly sorry, Whumpee.”

“You mean… you’re not letting me go?” Whumpee asked.

Whumper shook their head.

“Again, I am sorry.”

Whumpee stared off into nothing while tears ran down their face. Whumper reached out to comfort Whumpee, but they flinched again. Whumper sighed and retracted their hand.

“I’ll leave you alone to get acclimated,” Whumper said, “if you need anything, press the call button on the wall and someone will come in to assist you.”

Whumper stood and headed for the doorway. They heard Whumpee sniffle just as they crossed the threshold and closed the door, locking it behind them.

“Boss?” Right Hand asked.

Whumper looked over at Right Hand.

“Anything they need, Right Hand, it’s theirs,” Whumper said, “but don’t let them leave the building. Heck, don’t let them leave that room. They’re hurt, and the last thing my conscience needs is to learn that they died from a botched escape attempt.”

Right Hand nodded. Whumper left to clear their head, trying to ignore the sobs that came from Whumpee’s room.

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Chapter Twenty

nessian | E | marriage of convenience, first hybern war AU, angst, whump, emotional slow burn

War brings them together, a bond binds them - but is that enough for two broken people to find love with each other?

Thank you @popjunkie42-blog and @wilde-knight for your beta reading and handholding. <3

For my darling @asnowfern!

Ao3 | Chapter 20/30

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The evening becomes sitting around the dining room table, everyone’s hands busy either knitting, holding the baby when she wakes up, or playing cards. Mor doesn’t stay very late, needing to return to “the city” — which Nesta now knows to be Velaris.

What a loss, to not have her nose high in the air and snide, backhanded remarks.

Or the slightly shitty way Cassian talks about their mutual acquaintances as they catch up. Like he’s in on the joke and the joke is at everyone else’s expense. It’s a crueler, colder side of the male than she’s grown accustomed to and there’s only one added influence.

Elain has been kicking Nesta’s foot under the table regularly when her hackles rise at the female’s irritating ways, at the way her and Cassian roar with laughter and casually touch …

Yeah, Nesta really doesn’t fucking like Mor.

“Tita Koa is craving her pickled cabbage,” Mor says, nose scrunched in obvious distaste. “Can you get the jar for me, Cass? I’ll take it back with me and see if she cries at the sight or tries to rip my head off to get at it.”

“How is she getting along?” Tita Noonya asks, kissing two of her fingers and sending them up skyward. “I pray the baby is growing well?”

“Oh, just crazy mood swings, non-stop eating and then non-stop throwing up. Not that anyone would know looking at her, she holds it together so well. But she may lose her mind if Owain keeps her on the no-flying restriction.”

Tita Noonya clucks her tongue and lifts her nose in the air. “That male has no clue.”

“Careful,” Cassian warns, patting the baby’s bottom. He’s been holding her while coaching Elain through an Illyrian card game.

“What? Like he’ll hear me all the way over here? He’d rather we waste away into nothing unless it's time to bleed our young people dry or produce an heir. Those High Fae have never deserved Illyrian strength in their blood lines. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but those children will be the strongest in history all thanks to Koa. The Night Court will be the mightiest all thanks to the people they treat like pig shit.”

Cassian passes the baby to Elain. “I don’t disagree with most of that … but it’s important we don’t breed dissent. Koa and Owain’s mating bond have given us an opportunity —”

Tita Noonya erupts in a flurry of Illyrian and Nesta can feel the tides of an old current of hard feelings, an old argument. Cassian bears it all without flinching. A glimpse of the illustrious Morrigan shows through as Mor also gracefully hears out Tita Noonya. Once Tita Noonya collapses back into her chair with a puff of red cheeks, Mor comes to her side to touch her shoulder.

“I know you worry about your sister. It isn’t the Illyrian way, but Koa is safe. The High Lord would never do anything to harm his mate or his baby. As for the rest …” She shoots Cassian a look and Nesta feels more than sees his apprehension. “It will take time. No one was untouched by this war, but what has happened for the humans is promising.”

“Bah. Locked behind a wall. Real promising. We already have our icy tundra of a prison.”

Mor squeezes Tita Noonya’s shoulder and steps back. “I’ll let Koa know you’re thinking of her. She’ll come back to visit as soon as she can.”

Tita Noonya nods and returns to her knitting. There’s enough tension in her brow to know nothing Mor has said has truly resolved her grievances.

“I’ll go dig up the jar,” Cassian says, not letting the silence settle for long. He shoots Nesta a look and gestures towards Tita Noonya, but Nesta pointedly ignores him. 

Unspoken communication isn’t for males who run off to get drunk with their friends and come back and act like a stranger.

If Cassian notices, he doesn’t react. Instead, he follows Mor to the back of the house.

Nesta is endlessly intrigued as to what they’ll discuss back there, what their opinion is of Tita Noonya’s viewpoint. 

It sounds exactly like the radical sentiments made before humans and fae became divided between Loyalists and Abolitionists — but then, humans have numbers on their side and Illyrians long lives and low birth numbers. A rebellion would surely end swiftly and badly and those left would have to bear the consequences for centuries, the only reasonable explanation to staying their hands this far.

At least, from what Nesta has gathered in the sparse time she’s lived in Windhaven.

Gods, she hasn’t even seen Illyria outside of this town.

As if reading her mind, Tita Noonya peers up at her. “You have a big event coming up. You can’t fuck it up.”

Nesta rolls her eyes. “Inspired.” As if she needs anymore fuel to her anxiety.

“I will have your robes altered by then,” Tita Noonya says, jabbing her knitting needle towards her. “Don’t gain any more weight until then, got it?”

“You’re never satisfied. First, I was too skinny, now —”

“— I thought you would gain weight like a female! Not like a milking cow!”

“Pardon?”

Elain is badly covering her laughter when Cassian saunters back into the room. Nesta throws her hands up.

“Defend my honor!”

“What’s to defend? I like where you gain your weight.”

“Pogi!”

There are tears welling in Elain’s eyes. It’s a toss-up who looks more offended, Tita Noonya or Nesta, while Cassian rustles his wings and grins toothily. All male pride. 

It would be disgusting, if it didn’t ignite that spark of desire that remains running between them, only lying dormant when they’re not touching or tasting or fucking it into a whipped-up frenzy. It reminds her where they left off before coming downstairs, before having to bear Mor’s company. That spark alights the bond, it purrs and urges Nesta to show off just what Cassian finds attractive about her.

To take him back up to bed and pick right back up where she’d left him panting and wanting.

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