#whump drabbles

[echoingalaxies]

Whump drabbles, 12/100: kick.

It wasn’t the first time Whumpee had knocked the wind out of Caretaker when he went to console them during what appeared to be a vivid nightmare.

“It’s okay,” he grunted between shallow breaths, doubled over in pain, while Whumpee sobbed, apologizing profusely.

“I thought you were him…”

“I know.” Caretaker lay next to them, still holding his stomach. “Honestly, it was on me this time. Next time I’ll try not to startle you so badly.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, shush.” Caretaker opened his arms, letting Whumpee snuggle against his chest. “It’s just good to see you finally fighting back.”

#100x100 whump drabbles #recovery whump #traumatized whumpee #nightmare whump #comfort whump #whump drabble #whump drabbles #whump trope #whump scenario #whump #whump writing

[oddsconvert]

TW: pet whump, captivity, intimate whumper, non/dubcon touching, dehumanisation

The pets head lolls back against it's owners chest, it's heart beating ten to the dozen, almost bursting through their ribcage. Whumper lets out a low hum, nuzzling the tip of their nose into the dip of the pets collarbone, arms hooked tight around it's belly.

"You're the best drunk purchase I've ever made."

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[comfort-questing]

woe... whump aesthetics be upon ye

smoke on the breeze, bitter on the tongue on each inhale; sun burning thinly through a haze of gray; bloodshot eyes and sooty skin masking a heat-flushed face, a half-empty canteen held to their lips by a friend

breath steaming in the cold, sharply visible in the lanternlight against the snowy woods around; someone's glove held between the teeth as the back of a hand rests against their forehead, eyelids heavy over fever-bright eyes, their mouth twisting as they flinch away from the unexpected and unfamiliar concern

arms grasping just under their shoulders, their hands trailing limply on either side of their half-conscious body; blood smears the dirt beneath them and their head lolls sideways, hair shielding their face, while above them a breathless voice begs them roughly to open their eyes

they've wrapped themselves with every blanket in the house and still the chill is gnawing at their bones, the ache of fever bending their joints apart. whether the shadows are moving or it's just their delirious imagination, they've given up guessing. the only real thing is the sound of their caretaker just beyond the wall, humming softly as they bring another pot of tea to boiling on the stove

suture needles and discarded bits of thread on a metal tray, bloodstained gauze littered in the folds of the threadbare sheets, two anxious voices exchanging whispers over the ragged motionless shape of their friend who's now mercifully asleep for the moment

small birds chirping as they hop across the gravel of the walkway, spring flowers brightening on the unkempt bushes spilling over on either side, the slow sounds of crutches and two feet making their way down the wooden steps, and an upturned face into the sunlight

#whump #hurt comfort #whump scenario #whump drabbles

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: [Implied] sadistic caretaker, rescue, [implied] whumper-turned-whumpee, choking.

"Cover your eyes, Whumpee," Caretaker advised as they roughly pressed Whumper further into the wall behind them by the neck. Their eyes shone with an underlying craving for something, and a shiver travelled down Whumper's spine the moment they saw it.

"You- you're just as sick as I am," they rasped, their voice trembling as they tried to get out from within Caretaker's grip. They could feel their throat starting to close and immediately gasped for as much air as possible before it became impossible to do so. "Fucking hypocrite! I know your type!"

Caretaker tightened their grip and stepped closer; their face now mere inches from Whumper's frightened one. They smiled something wicked. Their posture was now unmoving, voice so quiet that Whumpee could never have heard the venom dripping from it.

"Then you'll know just how much I'm going to enjoy this."

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump prompts #whump scenarios #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #whump tropes #whump drabbles #whumper turned whumpee #whumpy thoughts

[jordanstrophe]

A whumpee who is afraid of loud noises so caretaker needs to have soft voice even when they are accustomed to be loud

OOoo! I love these tropes, especially caretakers that already have a tough persona and it takes effort to dial it down.

Caretaker has slip-ups and whumpee sees their tone as anger. Caretaker only remembers what they did wrong when they flinch, cower, or do what they do best. Run

Caretaker talks to themselves in a mirror practicing their tone. They're rather shy about it and close all the doors and curtains like they're hiding a deep dark secret. (much to whumpees suspicion)

Not only do they want to talk calmly, they want to walk it, too. Maybe they have loud boots and their steps boom throughout the halls. They're not too keen on it, but those slippers collecting dust in the closet would finally be useful. Hopefully it's not the bright crazy colored ones- Oh. Oh no.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #whump prompts #caretaking prompts #caretaker scenarios #whump scenarios #rough caretaker #whump angst #whumplr #whump writing #whump ideas #whump drabbles #whump tropes #terrified whumpee #whumpee x caretaker

[avvail-whumps]

Could we get a sick Roy with a care taker LIon

“Don’t make me mad,” Roy warned dangerously under his breath, and despite the weariness that he was trying to stubbornly hide, he narrowed his eyes icily.

Leo’s hands retracted back slightly, and he wrapped his arms around his curled up legs, staring at the mercenary with those big eyes. He knew that he shouldn’t care, not just because Roy was his captor, but because he was still sporting a bruise under his eye from when the man had hit him harder than intended. He shouldn’t even consider trying to help.

But Roy had clearly been sick for a couple weeks now. He had easily powered through, but now it was catching up to him, with not doing anything to combat it. He was way too dismissive, and this looked serious.

The mercenary had grabbed his coat, rather abruptly, and Leo could sense that he didn’t like the sickness getting to him like this. He considered saying something as he disappeared towards the front door, but Roy’s clear warning rang in his head.

It was better not to make him mad, right?

But after about a long, tense minute, Leo’s ears didn’t hear the sound of the front door opening. It remained terrifyingly quiet, and his eyes stared at the spot where Roy had gone. Hesitantly, he rose off the couch.

“Roy?” He whispered softly, peaking around the corner to find the man leaning against the wall, rubbing his temples with his hand. He didn’t look good at all. In fact, he looked like he might pass out.

Leo begrudgingly approached, like he was walking on thin ice - he was, in a way, since Roy seemed angrier at the fact that he was offering help over being sick in the first place. When his hand met his arm without a threatening remark, Leo managed to relax just an inch.

“I think...you should lie down,” he softly suggested, and he gently eased Roy away from the wall. His jaw was clenched in anger, but he could only manage a slurred curse, moving alongside him. Leo’s heart raced in his chest all the way up to the second floor, his mind wandering for a second.

Roy’s room was off limits. Leo wasn’t allowed in there no matter what.

He needed his own room, so that only left the guest rooms on the second floor. Leo gently guided Roy to one of the rooms next to his, shifting the door open. It was hard to manoeuvre a guy this big, who had broken a clammy sweat just walking from the door to the room, and his eyes were all glazed and lidded.

Leo carefully ushered him to the bed, and Roy let out a curt curse once again.

“Fuck sake, lion,” he grumbled, but the moment his head hit the fresh pillow, the complaint drained out of him. Leo wondered why he let his sickness get this bad. He rushed next door to his room to grab some spare blankets, and then tucked them over the sheets.

He gently pressed a hand to Roy’s forehead, who tutted and jerked his head away.

“You’re burning up,” Leo murmured softly, and the mercenary scoffed.

“Yeah, you think?”

“Did you eat something bad?”

The mercenary groaned in pain, and his narrowed eyes managed to find Leo’s face with an icey glare. “I don’t know, lion. Did I?”

He shrivelled back. He didn’t want Roy to think he’d done something bad to the food; he couldn’t have, and they both knew that. His tense body relaxed a little bit. Even when he was sick, he still wanted to torment him.

“Okay,” he breathed. “Where’s, um, the medicine again?”

Roy sucked in a breath, a wheezy cough rattling his ribs. “Bathroom. Third floor.”

Leo nodded, and vigilantly raced up. He made sure he didn’t accidentally snoop in Roy’s room, before gathering the medicine and returning back to him. He grabbed everything that he needed.

Roy had been displeased when he tried to help him drink some water, demanding he wasn’t incompetent, but Leo knew he wouldn’t even have the strength to hold the glass when he looked like that. He pushed back his hair and set a damp, cold cloth on his forehead, to which the mercenary hummed contently at.

It seemed to be a fever, and a pretty bad one. He helped him swallow down some medicine, but by then, he’d gone all uncooperative and Leo had panicked thinking something had happened. When he realised he was still breathing, and just asleep, he felt a flood of relief wash through him.

He tended to Roy for the rest of the day. Gently wiped the sweat again, gave him more blankets when he needed and even made him some soup. By then, Roy could at least feed himself, but he was still red face and his throat was stuffed.

When the night came, Leo was exhausted. Sitting beside Roy’s bed, he’d fallen asleep with his head resting in his arms, leaning against the comfortable blankets. He had been staring at Roy’s face before, wondering to himself, why was he even doing this?

He could have escaped.

He could have left Roy to rot away and found his way back home. But looking at his uncomfortable red face, Leo realised that it was impossible for him to leave the mercenary in such a bad state.

Maybe he was stupid.

But a part of him liked being in control, even for just a little bit.

When the sunlight streaked through the window, Leo was awoken by a hand gently carding through his hair. He blinked wearily, stirring awake, but the touch was so comforting and so soothing, that it coaxed him back into a slumber.

He didn’t hear Roy’s words, staring down at him with a weaker fever, shaking his head slightly.

“Idiot,” he sighed, before taking his medicine by himself and drifting back off to sleep.

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[angstyaches]

hi flick, so good to see you! hope you're well and congrats on 1,000 :)

drabble idea if you're open to it, thinking sometime a bit later in the timeline: shayne is alone without someone to remind him to eat, but knows he should. up to you if he does, or doesn't, or plans to, or what.

no worries if this isn't one you wanna do!

keep taking care of yourself!

- 🐊

100x10

OKAY BUT THIS IS SUCH A PERFECT REQUEST THANK YOU

CW: hunger (unintentional), disordered eating habits, kinda light hearted (I think?)

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“I fucking know,” Shayne mumbled in response to his growling stomach.

He pulled his arms over his head and groaned. He couldn’t be doing this. If he fell apart just because he was on his own, it would break Charlie’s heart.

His tummy was sore, knotted with hunger, and even though he hadn’t done it on purpose, it was still a scary feeling. The pain eased a little as it growled again, but the sound of its hopeless clenching wasn’t exactly comforting either.

Shayne lifted his face from his pillow, sighing dramatically. “Yes, I get it. Give me a second.”

#StW Shayne #hunger drabble #drabbles #100 word drabbles #whump drabbles #whump fic #hunger fic #demon eater OC #disordered eating mention #hunger mention #🐊 anon

[blackrosesandwhump]

Febuwhump 2024 Masterlist

Day 7: Suffering in Silence (2nd person pov, stabbed)

Day 8: Why Won't It Stop? (immortal whumpee, poisoned)

Day 9: Human Weapon (original character, fever whump)

Day 15: Who Did This to You? (2nd pov, unconscious, injured)

Day 16: Came Back Wrong (hero, villain, and sidekick)

Day 20: Immortality (oc whump, death, immortal whumpee)

Day 21: Unresponsive (lab whump, creepy whumper)

Day 22: You Weren't Meant to Be There (female caretaker, male whumpee)

Day 23: Presumed Dead (magic whump, Gothic whump)

Day 26: Human Shield (magic whump, gore)

Day 29: Not Allowed to Die (torture, immortal whumpee)

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[unforgivenn]

Whumper piercing non human whumpee's wings with barbed wire and watch as a choked sob escapes their lips and then the pain hits.. Only for whumper to pulling it apart, making it hurt more and whumpee screaming in pure agony.. Just winged whumpees...

#whumpblr #whump scenario #blood #Winged whumpee #Non human whumpee #Whumper #Wire through wings #Whump #Whumpee #whump idea #writing prompt #my writings #angel whumpee #whump prompts #whump drabbles #barbed wire

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Started writing whump drabbles today and already failed at making it a drabble and made myself cry! We're off to a strong start 😂

#whump drabbles #it's flippin' sad y'all

[echoingalaxies]

Whump drabbles, 3/100: burnout.

Caretaker hid their face in their hands, a pitiful attempt to hide their tears from Whumpee, who had just entered the room.

“You should be sleeping,” Caretaker mumbled.

Whumpee wasn’t supposed to see this side of them. No weakness. No sadness. Whumpee was the one who had suffered, been tortured – Caretaker should be able to handle this.

Whumpee quietly sat beside them. “It’s me, isn’t it?”

Of course not, Caretaker wanted to say, but all they managed to choke out was: “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay...”

“It’s not.”

“Caretaker,” Whumpee whispered, placing their hand on Caretaker’s shoulder. “You’re only human, too.”

#100x100 whump drabbles #torture mention #emotional whump #exhausted caretaker #whump drabbles #whump scenarios #whump tropes #whump ideas #whump #whumpblr

[disappearinginq]

For the drabble game: 19 - and (because I'm greedy) 14 as a bonus if you feel like it

For 19 - So Help Me Todd (at - and I am always very proud when I manage it - exactly 100!)

“Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.”

Todd looked around, his teeth chattering and his hands shaking, his breath visible in the dim light of the moon.

It was rocky coastline as far as he could see in either direction, thick pines and open ocean.

“A b-beach.”

“You’re at the beach?” Margaret protested, but someone shushed her before Allison asked, “Do you know which beach?”

A cold and dark and lonely one. “N-no. No lighthouse. No lights.”

“How much battery do you have?”

The phone beeped in his ear. “Not enough.”

“We’ll find you. Okay? We’ll find you.”

And for 14 - Hudson & Rex (because it's been a while)

"I won't hurt you."

Charlie might’ve believed that if the man wasn’t wielding a syringe, and he hadn’t been strapped to the bed in five point restraints.

“I just can’t have you interfering. You understand? This way is better for everyone. No one gets hurt.”

“Little late for that, don’t you think?” Charlie yanked on the wrist restraints for emphasis.

“You won’t remember this, detective. And you won’t remember me. It’ll be like a dream.”

Charlie still flinched away as the needle sunk into his upper arm, the burn unpleasantly familiar.

“Just like a dream, detective. Just go to sleep.”

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[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: Begging, [implied] multiple whumpees, [mentioned] drugs, threats of non-con drugging.

"Shh, please don't fight it, Whumpee."

Despite Caretaker's words, Whumpee tried. They kicked and sobbed and clung to Caretaker's neck, begging them not to put them in the bath.

"Please, it always hurts," they sobbed into their shoulder. "Please-"

Behind the closed door, they could hear Whumper banging on it with their fist. "You better not be talking back to them, Whumpee," they warned. Just like every time they spoke, their voice sent a chill down Whumpee's spine, causing them to go quiet. Caretaker did, too. "Do I need to sit and supervise again?"

Caretaker quietly hushed Whumpee's noises. "No," they eventually answered. "We're okay, sir. Thank you."

"If they put up more of a fight, I have a sedative you can use. Lemme know if they get too much and I'll run and grab it."

"Yes, sir."

They could both hear Whumper hesitate for a moment, but eventually their footsteps began to get quieter as they walked away from the bathroom door. As soon as they were gone, Whumpee allowed themself to outwardly cry again, but they no longer protested against being bathed.

"I'm sorry I can't make this any less painful," Caretaker whispered as they stood up and locked the door as an extra security measure. "I know this hurts, but It's better than your wounds getting infected."

Whumpee tearily nodded, draping their body over the edge of the tub as they waited impatiently for the stinging to lessen. They knew deep down that Caretaker was not at fault. They no doubt wanted to be anywhere else just as much as Whumpee did.

They closed their eyes when Caretaker knelt down beside the tub and and ran their hand through Whumpee's hair. "I just want the pain to stop," they whimpered, low enough that they were sure Whumper couldn't hear. "I don't wanna feel like this anymore."

"I know."

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump tropes #whump prompts #whump scenarios #whump drabbles #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #whumpy thoughts

[whump-in-the-closet]

Whump Drabbles.

Sidekick Can't Talk

Apply Pressure

Didn't Take Long

For Your Own Good

Helpless

Blood Loss

Nightmares

Running

It Won't Hurt

Hero Turned Villain

Recapture

White Room

Gladiator

“Welcome Aboard, just let me stab you”

Half-elf whump (prompt fill)

Used for Bait

Too Hot for You

Coward (How to sacrifice yourself) Pt.2

Good Old-fashioned Western Suffering

At Gunpoint

Villain and Vigilante

Welder’s Hall

Snark and Gore

What do you think you’re doing?

Conditioned Whumpee

Human Fears Vampire, denies it

Liar (villain betrays hero)

#whump drabbles #whump masterlist #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community

[avvail-whumps]

OWNER

cw: manhandling, graphic violence, gore, minor character death, multiple whumpers, reluctant whumper

Riley almost spilled his tea as the sniper came sauntering past, taking a swift step back to avoid stepping on the whumpee he was dragging unceremoniously behind him. Those gloved hands were knotted in their hair, all while they writhed and screamed in anger, shoes scraping against the floor. 

“Let go of me!” They cried, their face contorted in pain when the sniper hurled them further along, a horrid cry of pain tearing from their lips. 

The bathroom door was swung open with shocking force, smacking against the wall as the sniper dragged them inside. The whumpee’s eyes were stinging with tears, and Riley could only assume they had done something to piss the sniper off - even with the mask covering half of his face, he looked like he was in a bad mood. Riley had been around the man long enough to read his body language. And his eyes.

Still, he knew he should leave. He knew this would get bloody. 

Yet for some reason, with the scolding tea settled in the palm of his hands, he couldn’t look away. 

The sniper hurled the whumpee up violently, hand braced against the bathroom sink tightly, a stark contrast against the vibrant white to his dark black clothes. Riley only caught a glimpse of the whumpee’s horrified expression, before Sniper smacked their head against the edge of the sink. 

Their legs spasmed and a guttural scream tore from their throat, but the sniper didn’t stop there. Riley, through wide eyes, only caught a glimpse of dripping blood before their skull was pounded into the tiles once more. 

Over and over again. 

The whumpee’s terrified screams came to an abrupt stop after only a few ruthless hits, the force making the ceramic crack and groan under the violent weight. Their body was only held up by the sniper’s hand twisted in their hair, their legs already buckled from underneath them and twitching sporadically. When the sniper unceremoniously dumped their body on the floor, Riley was met with the sight of fresh blood, mangled hair clumped in knots and a caved in skull. 

The sniper stepped over the body, and sharply signed: “Clean up.” 

Riley numbly stared at the body. He could see a finger still twitching, and suddenly the tea didn’t feel so hot in his hands. 

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[angstyaches]

Hi Flick! How about “my belly is really upset” for Rin with Charlie as caretaker?

I know it’s been a minute since you’ve written for Rin, but I love that girl 😊💜 Congrats again on over 1000 followers!

Hi, dear! The way I squealed when you requested Rin, thank you so much!!

100x10

CW: food mention, nausea, public setting.

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Charlie heard the metal bottle in Rin’s bag clink against the armrest. He looked over as Rin shifted in her seat, the lights from the theatre screen glinting across her glasses. 

“Charlie Bear?” She leaned in close to whisper at him. The paper bucket had been emptied, banished to the floor, but the sickly-sweetness of the caramel popcorn lingered on her breath. “Sorry. My belly is really upset –” 

A loud hiccup jerked her frame and she glanced sheepishly towards the strangers seated nearby. She raised a hand to her mouth, shoulders lurching forward. 

Charlie gently took her arm. “Let’s go.” 

#StW Rin #100 word drabbles #emeto #sickfic #OC sickfic #OC emeto #whump drabbles #emeto drabbles