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hurtmyfavsthanks · 11 months

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June of Doom day 19

“I’m not going anywhere” (wound cleaning, succumb, chair)

Content warning: medical whump, forced drugging

"Please! Please–god, please don't –!" A slurred string of please spilled from Whumpee's mouth as they struggled against the two nurses trying to hold them still. Their movements were desperate, either uncaring or unaware of the damage they were causing their body as they forced themselves off the hospital bed. With each jerk and flail, a blood was left behind. It was clear that they’d reopened their wounds.

"We're going to have to sedate them!" One of the nurses shouted. "Their body can't handle this!"

Caretaker knew they were right. A cold sweat had already broken out on Whumpee's brow and their gown was becoming speckled with blood from both where they'd torn out their IV and popped their stitches. It was clear that pure panic and delirium were the only things keeping Whumpee fighting. They were exhausted. They were confused and terrified, and what they needed was rest.

Caretaker knew the nurses were right, and yet the sight of them attempting to manhandle Whumpee back onto the bed filled them with a protective anger they struggled to contain. Caretaker wanted nothing more than to tear the nurses off of them, but they couldn’t. Whumpee couldn’t afford to leave, even if they were too far gone to understand that.

Caretaker took a hesitant step forward, arms raised in a non-threatening pose

"Hey, hey…Whumpee, it's me, it's Caretaker," They kept their voice low trying their best not to agitate them further. They had to do something, anything, to get Whumpee the help they needed. "Everything's going to be alright."

Whumpee's head whipped around at the sound of their voice. For a long moment, Caretaker was unsure if Whumpee even knew who they were. But then a look of recognition flashed across their face, and the terror on their face shifted into something more vulnerable. Their eyes filled with tears as they reached their single free arm towards Caretaker. "Caretaker! Help me!"

The terror in their voice made Caretaker want to cry, but they refused to let the calming look on their face falter. "Okay. I'm going to get you out of here, you just have to calm down."

Whumpee’s eyes didn’t leave Caretaker as they approached, their struggle seemingly forgotten. The nurses stood still at Whumpee's side, too afraid of breaking the calm Caretaker had created to even remove their hands. It was only when Caretaker placed a hand on Whumpee's shaking shoulder that either of them dared to back away.

Whumpee wrapped their arms tightly around Caretaker, tears overcoming them with an ugly sob. Slowly, carefully, Caretaker led them back to the bed. "Whumpee, look at me. Just me. I'm not going anywhere," Caretaker paid no heed to the blood staining their hands. They stared into Whumpee's panicked eyes, blocking their view of the room with their body.

"Please!" Whumpee removed their arms from Caretaker's torso only long enough to grasp towards Caretaker's face, grabbing handfuls of their hair and pulling them closer until their foreheads touched. Their voice was a shaky whisper. "Help me. Please–please don't go–"

"Okay, I'm going to help you. You're going to be fine. You just have to trust me, alright?" Caretaker leaned into their desperate hold, slipping a hand between Whumpee and the bed to rub reassuring circles into the small of Whumpee's back. They waited until they were sure they could hold Whumpee before turning just enough to catch the eyes of a nurse. Caretaker gave them a pointed nod.

Seeing their signal, a nurse approached slowly, syringe in hand. Caretaker did their best to block Whumpee's view, but they could do nothing to stop Whumper from feeling the nurse's hand on their arm.

The response was instantaneous. "No!" Whumpee shouted, attempting to pull away. With Caretaker’s grip around their body, Whumpee lacked the leverage to pull their arm free. Caretaker could hear their heart pounding as panic overwhelmed then once more. "Stop, stop it! Leave me alone!"

"Shh, it's okay. I'm right here," Caretaker soothed, their grip tightening slightly. Whumpee's struggled only increased.

"Let go, let go! Help, please! You said you would!" Each word was punctuated with one of Whumpee's fists colliding with Caretaker's back as Whumpee redoubled their efforts to escape, but to no avail. When the syringe entered Whumpee's arm, the screamed.

Hearing Whumpee's panick, seeing the anger and confusion and fear in the eyes, hurt more than any of the desperate blows Whumpee was throwing their way. Caretaker only held them tighter, praying that Whumpee would be able to rest soon.

Caretaker couldn't hide the waiver in their voice when they next spoke. "I'm sorry, but we have to. Everything's going to be better after this, I promise."

It felt like an eternity, but it couldn’t have been more than mere minutes before the drug spread throughout Whumpee’s system, its effects quickened by the pounding of their heart. As the minutes ticked by, Whumpee’s flailing arms came to rest against Caretaker's back, holding as if unsure if they should be pulling them closer or pushing them away. Their breathing leveled out, their sobbing devolving into quiet wimpers. But the look of terror and betrayal never left Whumpee's eyes, not until they finally shut.

Caretaker only let go once they were sure Whumpee was under. They looked down at Whumpee's tear streaked face, at the blood from their popped stitches that stained their medical gown. Somehow, it felt like Caretaker had failed to protect them again.

Caretaker flinched as a hand landed on their shoulder, turning to see one of the nurses smiling hesitantly at them. "Thank you. You might've just saved their life."

Logically, Caretaker knew it was true. But with Whumpee's blood drying beneath their nails, Caretaker only felt like they’d failed to protect Whumpee again.

#delirious whumpee #cruel to be kind #forced sedation #medical whump #sedation whump #caretaker #more caretakers should be forced to hold a panicking whumpee #more whumpees should be aware enough to recognize Caretaker but not to recognize that they're safe #june of doom #june of doom day 19 #my stuff #out of it whumpee

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whump-go-brrr · 11 months

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A whumper who’s new to torturing and doesn’t really know how much a person can take. They’ve tied whumpee down and gotten out all their toys but whumpee is just laying there lifelessly. Whumper hurts them just a little bit to see if they’ll respond but whumpee doesn’t seem to notice. Whumper starts to think maybe they went too far when whumpee stiffens up and starts to seize.

#cue the whumper panicking #lots of attempted tlc while they figure out what’s happening #I think whumpee has a VERY infected wound #do they make it out alive?#if they do does whumper continue the torture #whump #whump prompt #whumpee #whump prompts #whump tropes #hidden injury #sorta #whumper #whump imagine

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whumpdaydreamerx · 1 year

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Boss/friend/parental figure carrying them into their private office and helping them onto the couch, Whumpee is set down a little too hard. "Aaagh", they whine as they sink into the cushions. Caretaker pacing back and forth as they try to figure out how to help Whumpee.

With a low drawn out groan, Whumpee presses a hand to the wound on their abdomen. As soon as they apply pressure, blood seeps through their fingers. They tense at the new wave of pain it brings them. "F-fu…" they gasp, cutting themselves off with a heavy exhale.

Letting their head fall back onto the couch, they shut their eyes and pant with a grimace etched onto their face. "Whumpee, we'll figure this out, I promise. Just hang in there for me. Okay?" The Caretaker pleads. Whumpee tries to steady their breathing.

"You…got it." They grunt.

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moons-cozy-corner · 1 year

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Rescued Pt.4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

TW: hospital setting, mention of past torture, angry outbursts, paranoia

Villain had gone back to silence. Hero had almost cried hearing Villains voice again after so long, and an apology at that... but now he was back to laying stiff in bed, his eyes clenched shut and his jaw clenched. Like he was trained to just sit, to barely exist.

It wasn't fair. Whatever Whumper had done to Villain to make them like this had to have been horrible. Four fucking years Hero searched for their partner to find this. Four years of torture and pain Villain had to endure.

Hero had spent so many nights awake thinking about Villain. Thinking that he was dead. Losing hope was easy after a couple weeks. Then months and years passed and soon Hero was the only one left looking.

They'd told him --begged him-- to stop searching. He didn't, and now here Villain was. How much of Villain, Hero didn't know. But some of him was still in there. Somewhere.

For now, at least, all Hero could do was wait. Sit there and make sure his darling was safe and sound. That was all that mattered. That shouldn't be a problem anymore. Not that anyone would hurt them anymore. Superhero had gone crazy, sure, but was taken care of now. Whumper had a life sentence. Fucker wouldn't be near Villain ever again.

A knock at the door startled Hero out of his thoughts. "Erm- Hero, sir," the nurse whispered, looking nervously over to Villains stiff figure. Oh no. "I'd like to speak with you in the hallway, if you don't mind."

He nodded, of course, standing and following the nurse into the hallway. As soon as he closed the door Hero's hands started trembling. "Is Villain okay?"

"Villain is just fine. He's on a steady road to recovery from his injuries. It's... something else. You may want to sit down, sir." He obliged. The nurse took a deep breath, and Hero took the chance to steel himself, too. "There's been an alert... Whumper's escaped custody."

He looked at her in shock. "Wha-where are they? Why- how did they- what?" He jumped from the chair, nearly grabbing at the girl in front of him before stopping himself. Deep breaths. He ran a hand over his face before turning back to the nurse. She looked about ready to cry. "Shit- I'm sorry. Thank you for telling me. What security measures can we implement to make sure Whumper doesn't come after Villain?"

There was a bit of silence, the nurse steeling herself to give the news. "I'm not sure, Hero, sir. The hospital is refusing to care for Villain anymore. For, um, security reasons. Perhaps... take him home? O-or perhaps to the Organization headquarters?"

This couldn't be real. Whumper was roaming the streets, the hospital was kicking Villain out. And in this state? What assholes. "Fine. Great. How am I going to get him out of here, then? He won't talk, won't move, won't even open his damn eyes." Hero gripped his hair, turning around. Holding himself together was impossible. He didn't fucking care anymore. "You can't fucking do this! You can't just- you can't kick someone out of the fucking hospital! He needs help for Christs sake! Can't you see that?" His fists flew out, one hitting the wall behind him, one flailing about desperately in front of him.

Around him people were staring. Doctors stood around, ready to intervene. Great. Now you've made a scene. Hero scoffed before turning and walking back to Villain's room. They'd uncuffed him after the incident with Superhero, mainly because it was her stupid idea in the first place. Now Hero was in charge. That was another issue Hero now had to deal with. Hero had been next in line to become head of Organization for a while. Until he was officially promoted the Organization would be in shambles. A chaotic mess. And Hero also had Whumper to deal with now…

The Organization headquarters was their only option.

A doctor brought in a wheelchair to take Villain away in. Villain didn’t fight the movement as Hero transferred him onto it. Didn’t even flinch.

“Villain, dear, can you hear me?” Hero lay a blanket over Villains lap. It was thin and not very soft, but at least it was something. Hero tried tucking it in, tried touching his dreary face, tried patting his shoulder. Nothing fazed them.

They were still as Hero led him out of the hospital and helped him into his truck. Organization Headquarters was about a half an hour away, and Hero didn’t know what to do. Should he play music? Villain used to love it when Hero base boosted his favorite CD. It would probably just cause his lover to panic now.

He put the CD on anyways, ensuring that the volume was low. Hero pulled out of the hospital and began the drive to headquarters.

The drive was awkward, to say the least. There were so many things Hero wanted to say to Villain, all of them shoved back down in his throat at the mere sight of the other. It made him want to cry. So he turned the radio up. Just a little.

After that Hero sort of zoned out. It would have been wise for him to pull over, but he didn't care. He couldn't care. Then he heard a low humming that pulled him from his lulling thoughts.

It was Villain, humming softly to the music, his head lolling back and forth. Hero started crying, although silently, and did everything to keep his attention on the road, even though his vision blurred.

The humming stopped abruptly. "...Hero?" The voice was so quiet, Hero almost thought it was a trick of the wind. Looking over he could see Villain's eyes clenched, tighter even than before, but his mouth opened again. "Are... your truck, it- the windows are t-tinted, ri-right?"

He remembered the truck. He remembered the song. He was amazed. "Yes, dear, the windows are still tinted. Just like before." Hero's attention went from the road to Villains face every few seconds, back and forth and back and forth, almost dizzying. But he saw it. Saw him open his eyes, slowly, red rimmed and nearly crazed, but open.

Tears started to fall. There was no crying, just droplets of grief pouring from his eyes. The Hero's, too. "Hero, I ca-can't-" Hiccups and sobs racked their body. "Whumper, they-I can't, I have to-"

Hero pulled over. "Woah, slow down. It's alright, love, you're safe. Take some deep breaths with me." Hero took Villains hand and rested it on their chest. Up and down, Hero made deliberately exaggerated breaths to help their beloved Villain back into a calm state of mind. "Whumper is not here. They can not hurt you. I am here. Right here."

"Say my name," he blurted out. It took Hero aback, but of course he obliged. Anything for him.

"Villain. Your name is Villain. Villain, this is what you want?" He nodded vigorously, desperately. "Villain. I've got you Villain. Okay?"

He leaned his head against his head rest, resting his eyes again. "I'm... I'm Villain, not..." He trailed off. "I'm scared."

Now it was Hero's turn to sob. "I know, love. Villain." He led Villains other hand to his chest as well, slowly as to not alarm the other. "But you're here now. I've got you. I won't ever let go."

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sadcatjae · 1 year

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The Demon & The Priest - Part 3 - Rest

Other parts can be found in the masterlist

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AHHHHH I'm sorry it took so long!! But here's part 3 ;A;

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CW: Explicit language, explicit self-harm, mentions of suicide/suicidal ideation, mentions of torture, mentions of non-con.

When he comes to, he finds himself restrained in a pair of strong arms. His muscles twitch and ache, and there’s a dampness on his cheeks that he doesn’t quite understand. A pathetic noise, something like a whimper, fills his ears, and it takes him a moment to realise that he’s the one making it.

The next thing he’s aware of is another voice, this one comforting and soft, murmuring meaningless words into his ear. “--you are safe. Hush now, Lial. It is over with. Calm yourself. You are safe.”

The demon shudders as the last of his fit leaves him, and his abused muscles finally relax. He goes limp in Julian’s arms, eyes fluttering close in sheer exhaustion.

A warm palm rests upon his forehead, and the heat sinks deep into his flesh.

“...I assume it didn’t work,” Lial croaks, twitching with the aftershocks.

“You assume correctly.”

The warmth disappears and he opens his eyes in quiet dismay. Above, Julian gazes down at him through hooded eyes, expression stony.

“That was beyond foolish, demon.”

“I’m an opportunist,” Lial says wryly, though his quip strikes like a brittle leaf.

With great effort, the exhausted demon drags himself upright. The priest slides out from behind, allowing him to rest against the bed.

“What now, priest? Your magic evidently has no effect and truly, that was my last gasp. If your light should fail me, then I–” Lial swallows the rest of his words, dread blooming in his gut like poison. His weary eyes flutter shut once more as he rides the cresting waves of pain - both corporeal and soul-deep.

“You will cease your pathetic self-pity,” Julian snaps, straightening up and patting dust from his pristine robes. He shoots the demon a razor-sharp glare, as though the latter had uttered the worst of blasphemies. “We have yet to exhaust all possibilities. This is but a minor failure - and I assure you, there will be many considering the nature of your affliction. You have come to me for salvation and I shall seek a method to do so. Grieve not what has yet to pass, for the fight is yet to begin.”

But Lial is exhausted. He’s exhausted and despairing and in the kind of pain that pretty words can’t soothe. For this infernal is facing the prospect of his mortality - something that had always been a shallow threat or an idle romantic thought. Ashaxi has not shied from promising his favourite plaything a true death, one of the body and soul. The kind that can keep an infernal in the ground. And Lial had thought of accepting such an offer more than once - while in the deepest throes of torture that seemed to have no end.

This time, however, his death looms. It’s not a mere threat or a thought, but an inevitability that shrouds his periphery like an oncoming storm. And as his mind goes, from sleep, from fear, and as the curse breaks down his flesh, death draws ever closer.

How long does he have? A week? A month?

This is Ashaxi’s favourite kind of torment. Slow and unknowable.

Lial clasps his hands together. His claws dig into his knuckles and thin rivulets of black stain his forearms. “Ten months, eleven months, almost a year,” he says in a monotone. “An entire year since I've been allowed to rest.” He glances at the impassive priest. There’s vulnerability in that raw look, like he’s been stripped down to the nerve. “You say that the fight is yet to begin, but my fight is near its end.”

“You cannot know the end. Not unless you seek it.” Julian huffs sharply through his nose, producing a handkerchief and flapping at those digging claws. “You have allowed me only one night of effort before accepting defeat. If you are to die, then die fighting. Claw not at yourself, but at the one who would inflict this suffering upon you.” He growls the last, an unfathomable anger building within like trapped lava. The damned infernal. Darkness take Ashaxi and his unholy ilk!

Julian grabs Lial’s arm and yanks him onto the bed. Face to face they are once again, and he takes those ink-streaked arms into his hands - not to embark on yet another foolish quest, but to clean the demon’s limbs of his blood.

With uncharacteristic softness, he wipes at Lial’s skin and his wounds, and the white handkerchief becomes soaked in black. There’s a delicate care in the priest’s ministrations, a kind of care that is so foreign to Lial. Every gentle touch has him internally quaking, and instinct tells him to pull away, stop this strange sensation - but Lial has no strength. So he sits quietly. Obediently. And watches in silence.

At one point, the demon whispers, “I’m tired.”

And the priest growls, “I know.”

“I’m going to die,” Lial exhales.

“You will not.”

“How can you be so certain?”

“I will not allow it.”

“Stubborn bastard.”

“Which is the kind of bastard you need.”

To which, Lial has no response.

Julian dabs the last of the blood from the already closed wounds on Lial’s knuckles. It’s fascinating - and enviable - at how quickly infernal heal. Then again, they feel pain the same as humans, and their physical invulnerability leads to careless disregard for their mental and emotional vulnerabilities. Mad and broken infernals are the leading cause of their dissent and antagonism as a race. Because of this, even one as obstinate as Julian is able to find a sliver of sympathy for the little devils.

“Refrain from mutilating yourself further, demon. I have but one other handkerchief I can soil.”

Lial sways, eyes grown heavy. “I have to stay awake,” he mutters. “I don’t want to…hurt anymore.” He slips his claws over his arms again to pierce – but Julian grabs his hands to keep them confined.

“I shall keep you awake,” the priest says, grimly. “Lower your claws. Save them for Ashaxi.”

The demon smiles weakly and a fang peeks out the corner of his mouth. “What chance do I have against a power to rival an Elder of the Light?” Lial says, echoing the priest’s words.

“A very good chance, if said Elder of the Light stands with you.”

Lial knows that what the priest said was significant, but he’s too hazy to fully grasp Julian’s meaning. His eyes slide close. The brume of sleep pads his mind; scours the edges of reality down to a blunt. He feels himself go slack and fall sideways–

And a hard shake jolts him awake.

“Keep your eyes open, Lial,” Julian says, sharply. “It is terrible etiquette to fall asleep during a conversation.”

“You and your fucking etiquette,” Lial grouses, but he opens his eyes all the same.

Julian’s tense expression relaxes a tad. He keeps a firm grip on the demon’s arms, keeping him upright. “Tell me more about your Lord. What transpired between you?”

“I told you–”

“Yes, and I am not a fool. Your coveting Ashaxi’s throne is a clear fabrication and I do not tolerate dishonesty well.”

The demon exhales tremulously. His hand wanders to his lower belly, where ghostly sensations tug at him from deep within. Cold sweat beads his wrinkled brow.

“Lial?” A warm palm cups his cheek. “Lial, you mustn’t sleep.”

“No, I’m not. I–” The demon absently leans into the heat, a glimmer of red peeking through the thick fans of white lashes. “Ashaxi favoured me. Truly.”

Julian’s intense gaze pours over the demon’s drawn features. He presses his lips into a tight line and sweeps his thumb across Lial’s cheek. Cold. Much too cold. “Am I correct in assuming that his favour is an undesirable notion?”

“I wet his appetite in a way none else could.” Clawed fingers trail across his belly. There’s his voice murmuring in his ear, darkly lascivious and vile.

A light tremble seizes the demon’s body, and with it a growing chill. It’s as if Ashaxi is here now: frigid breath puffed against his nape; elongated claws carving signs across his spine; his towering, muscular form crushing against his own, so much so that he can only release airless screams; and his voice, his voice–

Julian promptly rises from the chair and sits behind the shivering demon, pulling him into his arms. His outer robe is shed to place over Lial, trapping what little heat he’s able to generate. “Your temperature is dropping - rapidly,” Julian informs him, curtly. “Has this happened before?”

Weakened greatly - and too cold to object - Lial allows the priest this intimacy. The chill had been there for a while - ever since his arrival - but now it’s taken shape, a brittle case of ice that refuses to melt. Even if he leans into Julian’s heat, he only feels a moment of relief before the chill sharpens.

“Not like this,” he says, breath hitching. “This is…this is different.”

“Perhaps your body is repelling the light. It was a very invasive procedure. Or it could be…” Julian trails off and wraps his hands around the demon’s. Lial feels like ice - colder than ice, in fact. If he were human, he would be near death.

“...Or it could be the curse,” Lial mutters. "The next stage."

“Indeed.”

“M-Maybe it’ll let me sleep.”

“Do you wish to try?”

“I think it’s inevitable, d-despite my wishes.” Lial’s fangs clack together as they chatter.

Julian tightens his embrace, securing the demon within. Despite the heat inside their cocoon rising, it does nothing to affect Lial’s plummeting temperature.

Infernal are born from the cold fires of the underworld, so they are by nature cold creatures. However, they still have a limit that when breached can cause severe harm. Harm that they are able to heal, yes, but a needless suffering nonetheless.

Lial’s eyes slide close and small noises of suffering fall free from his pale lips. The sheen of sweat upon his skin crystallises and glints like scattered diamantes. Julian knows - with a sinking heart - that Lial might be right after all. That he is not long for this world.

“Rest, then,” Julian says quietly, hugging the long-suffering figure close to his chest. He holds Lial like he does the dying - an intimate embrace to ease fear and suffering; and the last human touch before they return to the light. “Rest easy, my friend. I shall watch over you.”

Lial must have trust in his words, for he goes limp in the priest's embrace. And though shivers continue to wrack his body, he is thankfully unaware of this discomfort. Sleep, finally, steals the demon’s senses, and for the first time in a year, Lial rests.

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Part 4

Masterlist

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whumpforthewin · 1 year

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2023 Year of Whump: 1 - Caged

I am going to make this a series. Idk if I’ll do it weekly but I am going to try. Happy 2023 Whump Community!

He woke up slowly, head pounding so much he figured he had hit it when he passed out. How much did he drink last night? He hadn’t gone that hard since college.

“Ah you’re awake.”

Liam whipped his head around to the voice, which was a mistake. “What, what happened?” He groaned.

“Yes, you may be feeling some… side effects. I assure you they will ware off.”

Finally Liam got a good look at his surroundings. And the first thing he noticed didn’t make sense. He was… in a cage? Second he noticed the other person in the room.

“Sam?” Liam’s mouth felt like cotton as he tried to speak. Theo was wearing a suit, not unusual but he felt… off. He was holding himself differently.

“Actually while you’re here please, refer to me by my actual name, Sylas,” Sam, or Sylas?, said calmly. He seemed to speak differently as well. Liam hadn’t had many conversations with him but he’d had a few.

“Okay… what’s going on? This, this isn’t funny,” Liam as as sternly as he could.

“Oh, it’s not meant to be funny. You see, I saw an opportunity so I took it. Your blood has been singing for me for months. But I’ve only taken a little. Made you forget immediately after. But now, I couldn’t resist. I needed to have you.” He made his way over to the cage and Liam scooted back as much as he could. “And now I do. The cage is a precaution until I get your room finished.”

“Y-you’re talking crazy,” Liam whispered. “You, you sound crazy!”

“No, no, dear, I sound like a vampire.” And Sylas grinned, showing off his sharp canines and he eyes flashed red.

“No, no, no, no. That. Vampires aren’t real, you’re just, you’re a crazy guy that kidnapped me!” Liam started to rattle the cage until Sylas slammed his hands down on it make Liam jump.

“I can assure you we do. But I drank from you last night, so I’ll give you some time to calm yourself.” Sylas stood up and flicked off the lights.

“Wait, wait! You can’t leave me in here!” Liam shouted.

“Good night, little one.” And the door shut.

Liam started gripping the cage and rattling it. He jerked on the door. There was a padlock, he wasn’t breaking that.

He slammed his shoulder against the wall. He wasn’t sure what else to do.

All too soon he was sore and tired. He slumped against the side of the cage. He would figure it out after a short nap…

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stabbynunchuckss · 1 year

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Day 18 of the wheel of whump

Today's prompt is:

Soft weighted blanket

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The woman's sofa was unnaturally soft compared to what Cooper had become used to over the past months, and he relished in the unfamiliar comfort, despite the cold that the nights often brought.

Until one night, as autumn was beginning to truly set in. Cooper had awoken on the floor, the thin blanket barely enough to keep him from shivering.

Abbie was standing in the doorway to the room, holding a lantern. "Power's gone," she sighed, glancing down at where Cooper was lying. "Oh- You must be freezing, honey. Let me see if I have some blankets anywhere, alright?"

Cooper nodded, sitting up against the sofa and tucking his knees into his chest. "Okay," he mumbled in response. "Thanks."

It was a few minutes before Abbie returned from where she'd disappeared to - most likely the attic - but when she did, she was carrying a blanket with her. Cooper smiled, slightly.

"I'm sorry I couldn't find any more, but you can take this one. It's weighted, so I'll understand if you don't like it, but... It's probably better than nothing."

"Thank you, A- Abbie." The name still felt strange as he said it, but he'd get used to it eventually.

Abbie smiled at him, before taking the lantern and heading back upstairs, to her bedroom. "Just shout if you need anything," she said as she left. "Hope you sleep okay."

Cooper took the blanket in his hands. It was a pale pink colour, soft and warm against his cold arms, and he pulled it tightly around himself, relaxing back onto the sofa.

The effect was immediate. It was as if someone had pressed a gentle weight against his chest, an almost reassuring thing. Cooper's eyes fell closed, and he pulled the blanket tighter - he'd stopped shivering, now, and was instead wrapped in this weighted blanket.

It wasn't human touch, by any stretch, but this was the closest that Cooper would get to any form of comforting physical contact. So he let the blanket drape over his shoulders, falling into an almost peaceful sleep.

#sorry this is almost late #i had a breakdown #so #wasn't exactly a priority for a minute there #but i've managed to stop panicking now #or at least postpone if until i've finished writing #whump #whumpee #caretaker #whumpblr #stabby's ocs #oc cooper #oc abbie #wheel of whump #365 writing challenge

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jordanstrophe · 2 months

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CW: Kidnapped, restrained, gasoline, threat of immolating, ransom

The scent of gasoline was overwhelming.

"You don't- You don't have to do th-this," Whumpee choked. They were forced to their knees, hands bound to a latch on the floor. Their heart pounded, not able to see what whumper was doing behind them.

"Now now, let's not be that way." Whumper poured liquid over whumpee's head as they practically shouted as the cold ran down their spine. They had to hold their breath as the smell of gas and oil was suffocating.

"I know you don't deserve this." Whumper said, pouring out the last drop. "But if your caretaker brings me what I've asked for, you'll be just fine. You'll go free, and after a shower and change of clothes, this will alllll be over." They carelessly tossed the can to the side as whumpee flinched at the noise.

"All of th- this.... F-fo-for wh- a -at" Whumpee choked out their own words.

"Hey hey hey, don't pass out on me. Shhhh, deep breaths. I want you awake when caretaker comes. It helps with the persuasion, especially if you're crying and all." They pinched at a strand of whumpee's hair and felt gasoline seep between their fingers.

They sat next to them and cupped their jaw, making them face the door. Whumpee's heart nearly stopped beating when they heard a gentle *flick* of a lighter being ignited overhead.

"They'll be here any second now." Whumper whispered in their ear.

"Let's hope for your sake that's the case, anyway."

#whump #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #whump drabble #ransom whump #kidnap whump #kidnapped whumpee #whump angst #gasoline whump #whump scenario #whump writing #fire whump #captive whumpee #whumplr #whump tropes #bound whump #restained whumpee #panicked whumpee

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whumpshots · 10 months

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Whump ABC #16 - Panic Attack

Based on the results of this poll.

Team leader finds themself sitting in front of the door they barely were able to close behind them before they broke down. Everything and nothing is flooding their system, their heart races against their chest, so fast that it almost hurts.

They look at their shaky hands as their chest rises and falls in an unsteady and fast rhythm. It feels like someone is trying to strangulate them, not enough air getting into their lungs, rather getting pressed out of them because of their panicked breathing.

This job was too much, they knew that from the beginning. But now their body tries to give them an even worse reminder that they shouldn't have accepted it, that they should've stayed away from this. Now everything feel every last bit of control run out of their hands like sand.

Sweat and goosebumps battle against each other on team leader's skin, making them feel sick. Their fingers tingle as they try to hide their face behind their hands. Control. They are losing control ... Team leader feels like falling into a pit of despair, their body at the brink of exhaustion from the panic that won't let the thoughts shut up.

It's too much. It's too much...

#whump #whump writing #whump drabble #team leader whump #team whump #kinda #panic attack #panicked whumpee #whumpee #tw panic attack #whump trope #whump prompt #whump abc #whumpshots

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sasuga-whump · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023: Day Seven - Radio Silence

Hidamari ga Kikoeru movie

Kouhei gets a bout of tinnitus

"I can't hear Taiichi's voice..."

#whumptober2023 #no.7 #radio silence #hidamari ga kikoeru #video #whump clip #concerned caretaker #ear pain #panicked whumpee #whump #asian whump #whump blog #whump community #japanese whump #jwhump #japanese drama #concern

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whumptimemain · 2 years

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ughhhh whumpee saying caretaker's name.

Especially if it's like

"What happened?"

"I don't—" Their eyes screwed shut. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, ow, ow, ow, ow, Caretaker—"

#something about whumpees talking really fast >>>>#but really just like... any kind of panicked name calling #living in my head rent free right now #whump #whump prompts #whump prompt #wtoriginal

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isntitwhumperful · 2 years

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Tables have Turned - 4

Warnings: Vivisection aftermath, sick whumpee, begging, fear, crying.

Taglist: @whumpwillow, @whumpsday @purple-heart-x, @neverthelass

Zayne came around with a weak moan. For a moment, he didn’t remember where he was, then it all came rushing back. Harry torturing him, waking up in Kyra’s room.

With these memories came all the uncertainty and fear. Kyra had every reason to hate him. He’d held her captive for weeks, until her parents paid his employer her and her brother’s ransom.

He definitely hadn’t been particularly kind to her, but, he had never hurt her. He clung to that fact desperately. He had never hurt her in anyway.

Any solace that brought him vanished as he remembered just how harsh and ill tempered he’d been with her. She’d been crying that first night. Of course she had been. She was only eighteen at the time. He remembered, his heart sinking, how he had kicked the door and yelled at her to shut up.

He was so absorbed in these thoughts that at first he didn’t notice her, sitting by the door, watching him warily.

“Zayne?” She called, uncertainty edging her voice.

Panic gripped him, and Zayne cowered back with a terrified whine.

“Hey-”

“It was just a job!” He cried, doing his best to struggle away when she came closer. It was difficult, with so many muscles cut. “Please, I was hired! It was only a job! I’ll never do it again! Don’t cut me open again, please!” He wailed.

Kyra sighed. “Zayne, it’s alright.”

“I’ll do anything.” He whimpered. “Anything you want. Please, mercy. Oh God, please, no more.”

“I’m not here to hurt you.” Kyra said gently. “And Harry isn’t here. He’s left.”

Zayne looked up at her, whimpering, she was half his size, but there was no way he could fight her, or even resist her, in this state.

“I’m sorry.” He wept, ducking his head. “Please, don’t hurt me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

Zayne risked peeking up at her, trembling all over. She shifted, and he flinched, whining in terror as she pressed her hand against his forehead.

“Oh God, you’re burning up.” She murmured, moving her hand up to brush his hair back.

He shuddered with a hitching sob.

“I’m going to get you an ice pack, and some water, okay?”

Timidly, Zayne nodded, terrified of doing anything to anger her.

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He was practically hyperventilating by the time Kyra returned to his side, shaking uncontrollably as tears streaked his face.

“Zayne, you need to calm down, okay, I’m not going to hurt you.” She said gently, and laid the ice pack across his forehead. A look of utter relief crossed his flushed face, and he leaned into the cold touch with a soft moan.

“Does that feel better?”

“Y-yes.” He stuttered.

“Would you like some water?”

He hesitated, then nodded fearfully.

“Can I help you sit up?”

Again, he nodded, though he flinched when she touched him.

Kyra held the glass to his lips, and he gulped at the water.

“Easy, easy, don’t go to fast.” She murmured. He whimpered, but slowed down, taking smaller sips.

Once he had drained the glass, Kyra reluctantly brought up the elephant in the room.

“Um, Zayne, I am going to need to check your wound, and-”

His terrified sob cut her off mid sentence.

“N-no, please, please, mercy! I can’t- no more! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please!”

“Ssssshhhh, sssssshhhh. It has to bed done.”

He hiccuped, and she cautiously drew him into a hug. He slumped against her, though likely more out of exhaustion than trust, and cried into her shoulder.

“I can do it later.” She murmured aloud, as he wept into her shirt.

She stayed there, gently rubbing his back, until he cried himself into a fitful sleep.

#vivisection aftermath #begging whumpee #whumperee #whumper turned whumpee #crying #begging #fear #panick attack #sick #feverish #fever #past kidnapping #illness #whump

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