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jordanstrophe · 5 months
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Hallow Island, The Inspector
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CW: Defiant, Imprisoned, manhandled, controlling whumpers, auction mentioned
Whumpee restlessly hammered their fists on the cell door. They knew it was useless, but if it annoyed anyone beyond the doors, then so be it.
Stress kept their heart on a constant adrenaline high; it was the only thing keeping them from collapsing. They touched their cheekbone and felt swelling; the backhand from earlier must have left a bruise.
The door rattled as whumpee jumped to their feet. The two guards from earlier came in, accompanied by one more.
" .... This is it? This is all they got?" The Inspector scoffed, stepping in with the guards. "They're going to do an entire auction with one person? Gracious what a waste of all our time. Hold them, please." They snapped a glove over their hand.
"Wait! I don't have anything of value, if you're looking for money you've got the wrong person," Whumpee argued, sinking to their knees to avoid the guards, who each grabbed a wrist and pulled them to stand straight.
"Oh we know that, dear. Luck for us we're not after anything you have." The guards dragged whumpee within a foot of the Inspector; whumpee shrunk their neck and clenched their teeth in response.
"You see the thing of value is you." They grinned, reaching for whumpee's face as they flinched and buried their face in the guards shoulder on their right. The guard seemed to be taken aback a bit. They tried to gently nudge their face but whumpee wouldn't budge.
"Come now, just let me have them." The Inspector hissed, shoving the guard back until they could grab whumpee's jawline. "Stand straight, look at me, sweet thing." They cooed. Whumpee's gaze was pure death as they glared at the Inspector. Tears in their eyes were wiped by a thumb across their cheekbone. The bruise was apparent as they winced.
"Is that.... A bruise?" The Inspector squinted. There was silence for a moment as they pressed their thumb hard into whumpee's cheekbone-
-"OW! Stop it!" Whumpee barked, freeing their face and burying it back onto the guards shoulder, who looked completely flustered and didn't know what to do.
"What idiot did that? Who hit them?! Was it you?!" They accused the guard on the left.
"It was whumper. They tried to run right off the plane." They shrugged.
"The imbecile! We have one living thing up for auction tonight and it's flawed!" The inspector cried, rummaging through their bag. "It's fine, I can fix this. It's my job." They muttered.
"Just let me go and no one will know! You already said I wasn't worth your time." Whumpee tried to plead.
"What? When did I say that?" The inspector raised their head. "Your range of buyers will go mad no matter what we throw on stage. And since you're... Well, it, we could look at a bidding war. I heard the last batch off the plane didn't last long." They shrugged.
Dread poured into whumpees body at their last words. Their spine felt cold, their heart couldn't beat much faster as it fluttered uncomfortably. Whumpee gritted their teeth and struggled for air; tears freely flowed down their cheeks.
"But I'm not... I-I'm not worth anything." They quietly muttered. The inspector raised their head and whumpee felt the guard on their right clutch their arm a little softer.
"Oh, darling." They tsked, cupping whumpee's cheek.
"After tonight, you will see exactly how much you're worth." They smiled. 
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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 5 months
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what's better:
being manhandled while conscious, spitting venomous words and cries for help as they easily wrangle your flailing limbs close to be hoisted along without breaking a sweat
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being manhandled while unconscious/sedated, knowing there's nothing you can do to stop them as they scoop you up or throw you over their shoulder, unable to fight the hold that doesn't even need to be tight since you're sure as hell not going anywhere
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whumblr · 3 months
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Magical restraints
Preferably some invisible restraints. With Whumpee being pressed against the wall (or on the floor), hands held back by an invisible force that they can't break free from. Maybe wisps of smoke around their wrists for the aesthetics.
- Whumper advancing on them, hand outstretched, fingers out. The pressure on Whumpee's wrists increasing with every step closer.
- Maybe Whumper can feel the magic in his fingertips pulse with every useless struggle.
- Or he just casually waltzes up, hands in his pockets.
- Implied Whumper getting closer and closer, right up against them and they can't even bring up a hand to try and force some distance.
- A flick of his hand and Whumpee is forced down to their knees.
- Another flick of his hand, like snuffing out a candle, and the invisible bonds fall away. The casual show of power.
- Whumpee snarling and spitting insults. Whumper just shakes his head and all of a sudden, Whumpee's raging is cut off mid-sentence. A heavy, invisible pressure now digging into their throat, cutting off their air :3
- The team is coming to save Whumpee. They see them alone in their cell, not even tied up, so they think this is going to be a piece of cake. But Whumpee can't get up. And there is no chain to break, no ropes to cut.
- Meaning they have to seek out the source of the magic first before they can get Whumpee out.
- Or well, maybe the source of that magic has noticed the commotion and is already on his way to them :)
- Bonus: he's standing in the doorway to the cell, blocking the exit.
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whumpypepsigal · 7 months
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Whumptober 2023 | No. 8
Outnumbered
Titans s04e07: “There, there, now. Take it easy, old Teddy.”
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@whumptober @whumptober-archive
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comfortingcatharsis · 4 months
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Urgently having to move an injured character from their sickbed: they're in no fit state to be moved or to travel but there's no avoiding it, it's not safe to stay where they are, for whatever reason, and their companions acknowledge and worry over that but have no other choice-
Looking over them finally tucked up in a warm bed, on the road to recovery but a long ways off yet, weak and vulnerable, unaware of the urgency of preparations being made around them; 'they're not strong enough yet' 'i wouldn't risk it if it weren't absolutely necessary'
Manhandling them out of bed, as gently as possible, the injured character out of it, dazed and confused and not entirely sure what's going on but picking up on their companions' worry, gasping through the pain of half-healed injuries being moved, trying feebly to help but unable to manage more than a tenuous grasp on the nearest sleeve that's moving them
The journey, of whatever distance, causing harm regardless of its necessity, causing further pain, sapping the injured character's strength as they endure it, undoing so much of the delicate progress of healing, possibly setting back recovery even further.
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whump-in-the-closet · 9 months
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Villain stumbled forward. “No—oh god, no.” Their blood turned to ice, horror spearing through them. Anything but this.
Hero dragged Villain’s sidekick behind them, a finger hooked through the protégé’s metal collar— a suppressor for their abilities, but tightened to the point of bruising. Hero kicked Villain’s sidekick into the ground, nodding to Villain. “Found them a few weeks ago. Lost and drunk and hating the world.”
Villain took a shaking step forward, eyes on the pile of trembling clothes that was Sidekick.
“A pity that someone so young is already trying to destroy the world.”
“Sidekick?” Villain whispered.
No answer.
Then. “What did you do to them?” It came out as a snarl.
Hero grabbed Sidekick’s jaw, forcing them to look up. They turned their face towards Villain, allowing Villain a good look at the bruises. At the black eye. At the open gash that ran across their forehead. At the sharp cut that sliced from lip to chin. Smaller knife-cuts down their throat.
Sidekick sobbed, closing their eyes. They mouthed, I’m sorry. Again and again. I’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry—
Hero smiled. “I re-educated them.”
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anigst · 3 months
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anime whump feat. hair grab
Attack on Titan OVA: No Regrets/ Banana Fish Ep22/ Rainbow Ep03/ Bleach TYBW: The Separation Ep10/ Detective Conan Ep01 (remake)/ Persona5 Ep01/ Mo Dao Zu Shi Ep13/ Psycho-Pass: The Movie/ Phantom: Requiem for the Phantom Ep03/ Tokyo Ghoul S01E10&12/ K Ep03/ High Card S01E05/ Attack on Titan S01E14
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inkwell-and-dagger · 4 months
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give me a whumpee curled up on the floor, carding their hand through their hair, untangling all the knots or rubbing soothingly over the place whumper just held a little too tightly to drag them across the floor
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dont-be-gentle-please · 4 months
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Whumper who is physically bigger/stronger than whumpee wrapping their hand around whumpee's throat and choking them.
The classic grabbed-by-the-throat-and-thrown-into-a-wall. Or down the stairs.
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[tw choking, manhandling, captivity, stockholm syndrome, masochistic whumpee]
"What the fuck did you say to me?" Whumper growled, tightening their grip on Whumpee's throat. "Do you think you can talk to me like that?"
Whumpee made no move to defend themself. Their hands stayed by their side, albeit twitching a little as they fought their own self-preservation instinct.
"What, now you have nothing to say?" Whumper pulled them away from the wall, only to slam their head back against it. Whumpee let out a breathless whimper.
"You haven't... done this in... a while," they choked out, the corners of their mouth twitching up into a smile. It faltered quickly when Whumper dug their fingers in even deeper.
"Oh? I guess you just wanted to see if I'd gone soft, then? Are you satisfied?" Whumper squeezed until Whumpee was desperate enough for air that they lifted their hands, wrapping their fingers around their wrist. They looked like the dumbest fucking fish. "Hm? I can't hear you. Where's that stupid grin now?"
'I am' was all Whumpee could mouth before Whumper bashed their head against the wall again. They were tired of these stupid games. Whumpee wasn't the one in charge here, they didn't have any right to try to find enjoyment in it, and Whumper was going to make damn sure it wouldn't ever happen again.
"I want you to think long and hard about your position here while you're throwing up from the concussion later," they hissed. "I don't care what kind of a disgusting freak you are, I guarantee you, you can't be into everything. And this is not a theme park — I will find shit that feels like torture."
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jordanstrophe · 1 month
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The room was pitch black. White noise came from somewhere, whumpee didn't know where.
They heard footsteps outside the door. They got excited wanting to see light, but the footsteps passed by and whumpee's heart sank to its depths.
How long had it been...
Where were they again?
More footsteps came; several in a pair. Whumpee tucked their legs to their chest and pushed their back against the wall. One pair usually meant water. Several usually meant someone needed help dragging them out.
The door opened and the light was not welcomed. Whumpee weakly muttered 'Please, leave me alone' as their arms were grabbed and they were forced to their feet. They had no energy, so they didn't walk. They let their feet drag behind them and the guards didn't seem to mind anymore.
It's not like this was the first time.
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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 5 months
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pov this guy keeps taking you hostage and you're starting to wonder if maybe it's a type of flirting
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straight-to-the-pain · 8 months
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Nothing better than someone going in swinging a fist only to end up with their arm quickly pinned behind them at a painful angle
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whumpypepsigal · 3 months
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Burn Out (2017): “Stay with me, stay with me.”
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anigst · 8 months
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Detective Conan - Ep 323,324
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whump-or-whatever · 2 years
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I’m a sucker for whumpee being thrown against a wall.
The huff of air that is forced from their chest. The hands on the wall to steady themself. The dazed expression or bloody nose when they hit their head/face off the wall. The crumpling/sliding to the ground. The cowering and curling up to shield themself from further attack. The aggravation of previous injuries
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