#whumpay2023

[cold1dead1eyes]

17. parental caretaker

"caretaker?" a voice whispered from the doorway to caretaker's bedroom. caretaker wiped away the sleep from their eyes and squinted at the rays of light that bled through the ajar door.

"whumpee?" caretaker muttered. it was the middle of the night, pitch black and silent. whumpee's arms were wrapped around their middle. they looked so small and vulnerable. their thin body was shaking hard enough to see through the darkness, eyes wide and terrified. caretaker's heart clenched. they were just a kid. they shouldn't have to deal with so much pain.

"i had a nightmare." whumpee choked out. they were clearly trying to hold back their tears. caretaker shuffled to sit up and held their arms open.

"oh, kid. come here." whumpee sighed and scampered over to the bed. they clambered on, lunging into caretaker's open arms and burying their face in their neck. they were breathing hard and fast.

"you're okay. you're gonna be okay." caretaker whispered into their hair. they rocked whumpee gently in their arms, rubbing a comforting hand up their back as they tried to calm them down. whumpee gripped desperately at their shirt and took a deep, shaky breath.

"it... it hurts. i'm scared, caretaker. i don't- i don't want it to hurt anymore." caretaker bit their lip in pain. they hugged whumpee closer to their chest, trying to calm them down. whumpee curled up tighter into a ball. they buried their face into caretaker's shirt and felt their heart beat start to slow.

"whumpee, nobody can hurt you now. you're safe here with me, okay? i'm going to keep you safe." caretaker whispered into whumpee's hair like a mantra. i'm going to keep you safe. that's what caretaker always told whumpee, and whumpee wanted to believe it was true. they wanted to stop being the strong one for once.

"promise?" their voice came out soft and broken. caretaker nodded, fingers carding through their hair. they place a soft kiss on the top of whumpee's head.

"yes. i promise. i won't let anyone hurt you, honeybee." whumpee hummed happily and nuzzled into caretaker's chest. they smelt warm and comforting, like home, like safety, like family.

"how about i make you pancakes tomorrow morning? with lots of chocolate chips and whipped cream and caramel syrup?" caretaker slowly lowered both of their bodies to lay down on the bed. they pulled the blanket over whumpee's small body and tucked their head under their chin.

"can i have ice cream too?" whumpee asked, apprehensive. caretaker laughed gently and pat them on the back.

"sure, you can have ice cream." whumpee smiled at that. caretaker could feel it pushed against their neck. they wrapped their arms around caretaker and yawned.

"i'm sleepy." whumpee mumbled, and caretaker tutted.

"then sleep, silly." they bundled whumpee closer and put a protective arm around them. whumpee cuddled into their chest.

"don't worry about anything. i'm right here, nothing can hurt you now." caretaker assured them. whumpee smiled again, and they let themself relax. it was the best sleep they'd had in months.

prompt from @whumpay

#parental caretaker #whump #whump writing #whump drabble #whump prompt #nameless whump #hurt/comfort #kid whumpee #fluff #whumpay2023 #whumpay

[whumpay]

WHUMPAY 2023

Well, this is earlier than usual… But, as a thanks for all y’all’s help getting prompts together, I’ve decided to release the list earlier! And, well… With the new ‘Extreme Edition’ addition, I figured a bit more prep time may be warranted.

Rules:

You only have to use one (Or two, if you’re doing the extreme edition.) prompt a day! But you’re welcome to use multiple if you want to, and it still counts for both.

I know the description of the blog says it’s a writing event, but if you want to draw or make other kinds of content, that’s cool too.

Have fun, tag content warnings (such as noncon, graphic violence, etc) and try not to be crushed by the mortifying ordeal of posting your writing.

This is a pretty chill event so you can start posting whenever but I’ll be reblogging posts made to the #Whumpay2023 tag throughout May.

EXTREME EDITION: Made to be used together with the normal prompt list, the extreme edition prompt list has 31 types of whumpees for you to use. This is entirely optional, and you don’t necessarily need to do them in order. I know it says bonus points, but it basically is just bragging rights.

(Prompt list under the cut.)

GROUP ONE: PHYSICAL WHUMP 

Day 1: Heatstroke

Day 2: Asphyxiation 

Day 3: Physical Torture

Day 4: Passing Out From Pain

Day 5: Near-Death Experience

GROUP TWO: MENTAL WHUMP

Day 6: Psychological Torture

Day 7: Betrayal

Day 8: Claustrophobia

Day 9: Lotus-Eater Machine

Day 10: Trapped In Own Body

GROUP THREE: WHUMPER TYPE

Day 11: Intimate Whumper

Day 12: Good Whumper / Bad Whumper

Day 13: Reluctant Whumper

Day 14: Vengeful Whumper

Day 15: Unintentional Whumper

GROUP FOUR: CARETAKER TYPE

Day 16: Bad Caretaker

Day 17: Parental Caretaker

Day 18: Reluctant Caretaker

Day 19: Carewhumper

Day 20: Enemy-To-Caretaker

GROUP FIVE: SICKFIC

Day 21: Working Through Illness

Day 22: Surgery

Day 23: Worse Than It Seems

Day 24: Allergic Reaction

Day 25: Deadly Illness

GROUP SIX: SICK FIC

Day 26: Scars

Day 27: “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Day 28: Self-Isolation

Day 29: “I won’t let them hurt you anymore.”

Day 30: Nightmares

Day 31: Forced Relaxation

ALTERNATE PROMPTS:

X. Sadistic Choice

X. Epistolary 

X. Dehydration

X. Anger Born Of Worry

X. Death Wish

X. Stress Position

X. Gore

X. Just Out Of Reach

X. Hurt/Comfort

X. Magical Whump

EXTREME EDITION:

Whumpee Type:

Day 1. Vampire

Day 2. Young

Day 3. Stoic

Day 4. Winged

Day 5. Whumper-To-Whumpee

Day 6. Immortal

Day 7. Defiant

Day 8. Demon

Day 9. Villain

Day 10. Possessed

Day 11. Multiple Whumpees

Day 12. Robot/AI

Day 13. Cowboy

Day 14. Team Leader

Day 15. Werewolf

Day 16. Team Outcast

Day 17. Mermaid

Day 18. Asshole

Day 19. Fairy

Day 20. Hero

Day 21. Healer

Day 22. Soft

Day 23. Comedian

Day 24. Compliant

Day 25. Monster

Day 26. Traumatized

Day 27. Touch-Starved

Day 28. Stockholm Syndrome-d.

Day 29. Vengeful

Day 30. Ghost

Day 31. Alien

#whump #whumping #whump prompts #whump writing #whump event #whumpay #whumpay2023

[fallenwhumpee]

Meal

Part 1 • Part 2 • Masterlist •

Whumpay Day 11: Intimate Whumper

Warnings: Intimate whumper, vampire whumper, bloodbag whumpee, poisoning

Whumpee tried to get smaller in the blanket Whumper had given to them. They were so cold, and they had no strength to lift themselves from wherever they collapsed.

"We have to get you into an actual bed, dear one." Whumper said, their teeth still painted with Whumpee's blood.

Whumpee made agreeing noises, but they had to stop to focus on again. They felt cold sweats run through their back over their now boiling skin, and they tried to keep breathing steadily as they let go of the blanket.

They were seeing everything in doubles, and headache wasn't helping.

"Did I go too for now, sweetie? I should've stopped before draining my best meal." Whumper reached to them with their cold hands.

"You're too thin. Didn't I feed you enough? I should've had someone check on you." Whumper pulled them to their feet, but Whumpee couldn't stand by themselves, and leaned on Whumper as they felt the ground shake under their feet.

"Easy, now. Let's go out to a fancy restaurant. I bet you'll look stunning in one of the clothes I brought you. "

Whumpee did nothing to resist as they were dragged to one of the guest rooms in mansion and given nice clothes. They dressed as best as they could, their arms hard to move and shaking. They slowly made their way to the entrance, a pair of new shoes waiting for them.

"You look as pale as me, dearie." Whumper fixed a part of their clothes and offered their arm. "We will look well together."

Whumpee took the offer, and they really went to a fancy restaurant with elegant guests. Though, Whumpee noticed how thin and pale one of every couple eating looked. Fellow bloodbags.

Whumpee really didn't mind, Whumper was nice enough to stop whenever they noticed Whumpee wasn't able to go on anymore. They were fed and taken out to the gardens for every meal they could provide for Whumper. They were given a warm bed, and Whumper was never too mean to them, Whumpee could even go far and tell they cared. So, Whumpee assumed others were also like them and didn't care the other as well as they were good enough to go out after being drained.

Whumper ordered them a nice meal, enough to keep them full for the week. But halfway through their meal, they started to feel worse, and this was not supposed to happen. They never felt this dizzy and weak—

Whumper growled as they caught Whumpee falling from their chair.

"Who had done this?!"

#whumpay2023 #whump #whump writing #vampire whumper #intimate whumper #bloodbag whumpee #poison whump

[ccieatchildren]

Whumpay 23 Day 10: Trapped in Own Body

TW: Non-consensual (but not sexsual) touching

Whumpee tried to move any of their limbs, tried to scream, tried to do anything, but their body kept moving on their own. They helplessly watched as they kneeled in front of Whumper, as they brought their lips to her boot and reverently kissed the limb. 

A shrill laugh filled the air. Whumpee wanted to cover their ears at the sound, but couldn’t, feeling as their body moved to look up at the woman sitting on the throne in front of them in confusion. 

“What a sweet, obedient little thing you are.” A hand came down to caress their cheek, and they felt themself nuzzle against the warmth. All they could do was grit their teeth in shame. “Isn’t this so much better than your insistent yapping and disobedience?”

“Yes mistress.” Their response was automatic, almost robotic, and Whumpee could feel how their jaw clicked open and their voice streamed out without any input by themself. The body they inhabited turned to kiss the hand on their face.

Whumper laughed again. “Oh, I really do love this.” She continued to lovingly run her fingers through their hair, “I will make sure this is our future together.”

Whumpee wanted to cry, but no tears were allowed to spill out.

#whumpay #whumpay2023 #whumper x whumpee #possessive whumper #intimate whumper #mind control #trapped in own body #she/her whumper #they/them whumpee #my writing #i was gonna finish whumpay but i just cant be bothered #i like never finish the month challenges but im pretty proud of myself for at least doing this much #there are some that were unfinished #but if they aint done i aint gonna post them #so at least here are the ones that i did get done

[rizzoto-whump]

@themerrywhumpofmay alt. prompt - Failed Escape

@whumpay day 3 - Physical Torture 

CW: Abusive relationship

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James lay crumpled on the cold, unforgiving floor of their shared bedroom, his body aching from the relentless assault that Ronald had just unleashed on him. Carefully, gingerly, he wiped the blood that oozed from his split lip, wincing as he brushed a bruise blossoming on his cheekbone.

"Why, James?" Ronald slurred while pacing angrily around the room, the smell of alcohol on his breath almost as strong as the malice in his eyes. "Why'd you try to run away from me?"

James trembled, unable to find a voice now broken by sobs. "I-I don't know, R-Ron," he stammered after a tense silence, grasping for any answer that might placate his volatile husband.

"What we have is special, isn't it, James?" Ronald snarled, stalking closer to him, hulking out of the shadows like an unpredictable storm. "You really thought you could just walk away?"

"N-no, I-I was scared. I p-panicked," James wept, tears cutting streaks through the dirt and grime on his face. Ronald sighed, a sudden sorrow touching his eyes. He reached out tenderly and stroked James' injured face, whispering, "I love you, you know. I... I just want to protect you."

#whump #whump prompt #yandere whumper #intimate whumper #whumpee #themerrywhumpofmay #failed escape attempt #whumpay2023 #Aftermath of Torture #hurt/comfort #bruises #abusive relationship #whump OC #panic attack #manipulative whumper

[astaldis]

That will fill you with horror

Chapter 4/5 of “You’d be wise to beware”

Prompts: Asphyxiation, Surgery, Allergic reaction, Short of breath, Loss of consciousness, Vomiting, Field medicine, Wicked wings, Vicious venom, Puncture wound

Fandom: The Witcher

Characters: Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier, Cahir

Rating: Mature

“Geralt!” Jaskier and Cahir shout almost simultaneously, shocked to see their friend go down. The huge, winged beast must have got him somehow. They both run toward him as fast as they can. Hopefully, it is nothing serious, nothing a Witcher potion and perhaps the one or other bandage cannot fix.

Cahir is first to reach him. Lying supine, Geralt looks ghastly pale underneath all the blood, but his eyes are open and he is breathing. Good. Cahir kneels down by his comrade’s side.

“Geralt, what’s wrong?" he asks, scanning his friend’s body for visible injuries that might have caused his collapse. However, with all the monster blood on him, it is difficult to tell if he is injured and bleeding himself. As far as he can see, there are no obvious tears in his shirt or pants, or gaping wounds.

“Got me with its tail, left shoulder,” Geralt grunts through gritted teeth.

“Venom?”

Geralt grunts again. It sounds like a yes. Fuck. Cahir has a closer look at the beast. It is huge. Definitely bigger than the wyvern he killed just a few days ago. At first glance it looks quite similar to the black ornithosaur. A wide open, menacing maw full of sharp white, conical teeth in a narrow, triangular head, the purplish forked tongue lolling onto the blood-covered stone. It also has a long, snake-like neck and enormous, bat-like wings. But the wings’ membrane as well as the beast’s scales are of a very light, slate blue colour, not so much different from the surrounding rocks. They reflect the sunlight so strongly, the creature's contours are blurry and it is hardly possible to look at it for longer than a few moments without feeling blinded. Cahir blinks. The tail, what does its tail look like? He forces himself to glance at the dead monster again, squinting and shading his eyes with one hand. The tail does not end in the wyvern-typical trident but bears one single, stiletto-like sting protruding from a bulbous structure. A venom bladder? Like in the tail of a scorpion? Cahir has never seen anything like it in the books about dragons and other draconids. Is it something new that has arrived to the continent via the monoliths? Damn it. Hopefully, it is not lethal, at least not for a Witcher.

“Which potions do you need?” he asks Geralt. Of course, it is better to ingest the elixirs before a fight, but many can also be used as healing potions in case of an injury.

"Golden Oriole," the Witcher pants, "and Lion's Mane. In the holster."

Cahir has not studied Witcher potions as much as monsters since he is not a real Witcher and would die if he took any of them, but from what he knows about the requested potions, they make sense. Lion's Mane works as a general pain killer while Golden Oriole is an elixir used by Witchers and mages to both prevent and treat poisoning from many sources, such as corpse-venom from a graveir, common snake and spider venoms, the venom of wyverns, basilisks and of numerous other monsters. He scans through the several potions vials strapped to Geralt's thigh. The flask with the Golden Oriole is easy to recognise by the potion's golden colour. Another one filled with a whitish liquid sports a lion's head on the stopper. Must be the Lion's Mane. Cahir takes both vials out of the black leather holster and, while Jaskier supports Geralt's head, holds them to the Witcher's pale lips, one after the other. Grimacing, Geralt downs the content of the Lion's Mane and half of the Golden Oriole. Then he lies back down with a groan.

"I'll have a look at your shoulder now," Cahir warns and carefully turns his friend over a little. "Jaskier, hold him like this."

While the bard keeps Geralt in position, Cahir draws a dagger from his belt and cuts open his friend's blood-soaked shirt at the back of the left shoulder. There is a small puncture wound in the muscle directly below the glenohumeral joint. The tissue around it is puffy and irritated, however, besides this, the injury looks pretty harmless. Too bad it obviously is not, otherwise Geralt would not have dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Cahir pours the rest of the Golden Oriole over the wound. There is a sizzling sound and a yellowish vapour rises from the injured spot. Geralt moans, biting his lips. After only a minute, the wound looks much improved, though. It does not even need a bandage as the ugly hole in the skin has closed up almost completely. Gently, Jaskier lets Geralt slide back onto the rocky ground, breathing a sigh of relief. The potions seem to help. Not only has the wound healed surprisingly fast and nicely, but Geralt does not appear to be in as much pain as before. His jaws and fists are not clenched in agony anymore like when they found him. Still, something must be wrong. The white-haired Witcher is becoming increasingly short of breath and does not make any move to stand up. Not good.

“What else do we do?” Jaskier asks worriedly and takes his friend’s hand in his. It feels awfully cold and clammy. Fuck. Geralt does not look good at all despite the potions.

“I’m sorry,” Geralt rasps softly, struggling for air. He closes his eyes. “Should have - listened to you.”

“What are you talking about? Geralt?” Jaskier’s shakes his friend’s shoulder when he fails to react to the bard's question. “Geralt!” With effort, the Witcher opens his eyes again.

“Seems they do exist. Your monsters,” he gasps. “The flying drake—”

That will fill you with horror. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Continue reading on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47067388/chapters/118846387

@mediwhumpmay​ 

@whumpay​ 

@witchermonstermayhem​

#mediwhumpmay #mediwhump #whumpay2023 #witchermonstermayhem2023 #geralt of rivia #Jaskier #Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach #jaskier x geralt #joey batey #eamon farren #henry cavill #witcher cahir #geralt whump #asphyxation #short of breath #allergic reaction #field medicine #loss of consciousness #vomiting #geraskier

[justabookworm39]

(and in the end) I’d do it all again

@whumpay​ Day 5: Passing Out From Pain

Red vs. Blue (mix of Red Team and Blue Team, but Tucker is the subject of the prompt)

Warnings: Canon-typical swearing, combat injuries, irresponsible use of a Covenant energy sword

Notes: Based on ‘I think you’re my best friend,’ a ‘fic I wrote for the RvB Angst Wars back in 2017!

I had offered at the time to write a happy-ending version if people were interested, and while nobody ever took me up on the offer I STILL get comments/tags/etc. with folks crying over the original ‘fic so this felt warranted.

Also it was the first time I ever cried while writing something and it felt wrong to not give credit where it was due so-

Just like the original, title is from ‘The Kids Aren’t Alright’ by Fall Out Boy.

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They saw it at the same time. A hint of glowing blue peeking out from behind a nearby boulder.

Grif felt his hands clench on the steering wheel, and he almost felt Simmons holding his breath in the seat next to him. “Is…” Simmons muttered, horror quickly rising in his voice. “That’s gotta be–”

“Fuck.” Grif slammed his foot on the gas, not caring as he was slammed against the wheel. “Simmons, get the radio going.”

“But we don’t know–”

“Now!” Grif hated the way his own voice cracked with panic, but one glance in Simmons’ direction confirmed that he understood.

The jeep had barely stopped when Grif jumped from the driver’s seat, while Simmons powered on the radio behind him. There was a faint stench that Grif couldn’t describe, and the grass was stained with something dark and wet. He could guess what the stain was, even with the shadows cast by the boulder. His steps slowed, and he gritted his teeth as he walked to the other side.

Tucker’s armor was splattered with blood, a fine hairline crack spreading like a spider web from his side. His helmet lolled to the side, his body barely propped up against the stone. The handle of the keysword was sitting on limp fingers, still powered on.

A set of footsteps hurried up behind Grif, before retreating with a hissed expletive. Grif dropped to his knees with a grunt, wrestling Tucker’s helmet off. That somehow made it worse–seeing his ashy complexion, the way his sweat-drenched braids stuck to his head.

“Yeah, we found Tucker! He’s… he’s really fucked up though, I-I don’t–”

“He’s breathing.” But somehow–some-fucking-how, because of course the son of a bitch wasn’t going to just die–Grif found a pulse.

“Holy shit–” Simmons was cut off by a frantic mess of garbled yelling, which Grif didn’t bother trying to decode. Instead his focus shifted to the trail of blood leading up to Tucker.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he muttered, pushing himself to his feet. The trail led to–or from, really–a ravine several dozen yards back. Grif looked around, confirming to himself that no space pirates were nearby, and yelled, “Caboose! You there, man?”

There was a moment of silence, before a distant and tired voice called back, “Hello?”

Grif couldn’t help but laugh with pure relief.

“Holy fuck!” Simmons almost ran into Grif, grabbing his teammate's arm at the last second to catch himself. "Caboose, are you alright?!"

"Uh... not really!"

“Ooh my god, I’ve never been so happy to hear his voice,” Grif said. Clapping Simmons on the shoulder, he added, “Go check on him, I’ll get Tucker in the backseat.”

Simmons nodded, and Grif turned back to Tucker’s unconscious body. His arms already hurt thinking about it–Tucker may be short, but he was five-foot-five of pure muscle. Still, they didn’t have time to wait for a real medical team to get out there. So Grif took a deep breath, rolled his shoulder, and knelt on the blood-stained grass again.

“Okay, Caboose has a broken leg, but he seems to be in alright shape aside–”

Grif glanced over his shoulder, catching as Simmons froze in place. “What?” he grumbled. “Now’s really not the time to critique my form.”

“His side–”

“Yeah, he’s bleeding, I know–”

“No, he isn’t! That’s the thing!” Simmons ran up next to Grif, frantically waving a hand at Tucker's body. Grif still didn’t understand, not until he got Tucker balanced over his shoulder and wrapped one arm around Tucker’s waist.

Then he felt it. The lack of an open wound. The feeling of burned skin.

“Holy shit.”

The two turned, staring down at the keysword sitting in a puddle of blood. After a moment of hesitation, Simmons silently picked it up, while Grif finished hauling Tucker to the Warthog.

Tucker… wasn’t dead.

He really wished that wasn’t a surprise to him.

He groaned as he opened his eyes, trying to roll away from the blinding medbay lights. He didn’t make it very far, stopped both by the pain in his side and the weight of the bandages. With a huff, he settled on his back again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

“Well, look who’s finally awake?”

One eye opened halfway, and before Dr. Grey could say anything else, he interrupted. “Where’s Caboose?”

Oh, he's fine! Getting his fractured leg evaluated, but we should be able to piece him back together." Dr. Grey's typical cheery voice had the slightest edge of manic frustration to it, and Tucker didn't dare ignore it. "It’s been a bit slow given how much time we had to spend, oh, cutting out the bullet you sealed in your own body.”

“Shit... shit, that worked?!” Tucker almost sat up, but the flash of pain stopped him about two inches into that idea.

“Well, you stopped the bleeding. Or… half the bleeding, really. You only sealed about half the wound before you lost consciousness due to a combination of blood loss and a fucking energy sword.”

“Oh.” Despite everything, Tucker felt a bite of shame. All that, and he didn’t even make it far enough to get help himself. Not that it mattered, really, but…

You’re lucky they found you. Lucky Caboose was able to lift you out of there. Lucky that your bright idea didn’t get one or both of you killed.

He might’ve been able to make it without sealing the wound. He hadn’t wanted to take the chance. But if nobody had found him in the field, well… He’d be dead right now. Caboose might well have followed suit.

Fuck, there were so many different ways that could’ve gone wrong…

“Now, I think I’ll tell them you’re unconscious but stable, alright?”

“Huh?” Tucker shook his head, trying to set aside his spiraling thoughts. “Tell who? I mean I’m fine, I can–”

“Really now.” Doctor Grey tilted her head. “You think you’ve got the energy for a short-tempered smart A.I. and an ex-war criminal? Because I can assure you they’ll be the first two in here.”

Shit.

With a sigh, Tucker settled back onto the pillow. “Yeah, uh… tell Church and Wash that I’m still out, could ya? I think I need the sleep anyway.”

#whumpay2023 #my writing #red vs blue #rvb #lavernius tucker #dexter grif #richard simmons #michael j caboose #blue team brot3 #indirectly but still #also I haven't used that tag in. FAR too long

[storyweaverofgondor]

Summary: Ren is badly hurt while fleeing the Maelstrom. 

MY 300th FIC! WHOOHOOO!!!! :D

#Whumpay2023 #pirates of dark water #pirates of dark water fanfic

[boarsinsane]

Whumpay 22 Surgery + Soft

“It’s ok whumpee” Whumper whispered. Blood coded his fingers were Whumpee sat. Discarded over to the side was used medical thread, anesthesia, and a butterfly needle.  “You said this wasn’t going to hurt, why is it hurting!” Whumpee said agitatedly tears poring out their eyes.

“Whumpee…I’m trying my best to not make this painful… I even got a butterfly needle for you. Please I just need to finished this stitch.” 

A nervous expression came on to whumpee determined to makes the experience better for his Whumper. “I’ll be good, i promise not to move!” Sitting straight as he could, he dared not to move a inch. 

“Good boy” Whumper whisper, Moving a new peice of thread to whumpees open ankle. 

***

“All done you see how fast it went.” Whumper breathing a sigh of relief pulls off his gloves. Picking up a limp whumpee.

“Where are we going” Whempee asked, not paying attention to Whumper’s stiffening moments. 

“Hehehe..you have to be disciplined for almost ruining your stitches, I know you know I don’t take misbehavior lightly.” Whumper tightening the grip on whumpee’s body, preventing a chance to escape.

“What please..I..wait…I stopped moving I didn’t even cry that much. I’m sorry, I..I didn’t mean to. I promise I’ll be better forgive me!”

“I’ll shorten your punishment to a few hours…that’s all I’ll do” 

#whumpee #whum #whump writing #whumpay2023 #Beta Read how bout NO #Proof I made it up #This site scares me #very loosely was the prompt followed #I think I straight up forgot it half way thu writhing #I dont understand these terms at all

[cold1dead1eyes]

16. bad caretaker

“don’t leave…” whumpee whimpers from their knees. they reach out to grab caretaker’s ankle and caretaker turns around in a flurry, fury evident on their face.

“i told you, whumpee…” caretaker grits out. they shake their foot but whumpee holds on tight, lip trembling with desperation.

“caretaker! please, don’t leave, don’t leave—” tears wet whumpee’s cheeks as they dig their nails into caretaker’s pant leg. caretaker rolls their eyes. they pull out their gun and whumpee jerks back.

“you are a pain in my fucking ass, you know that?” caretaker’s voice is thick with vitriol. a wave of guilt goes through whumpee. they didn’t mean to bother caretaker. they just thought— caretaker had rescued them, let them stay, taken care of them when they were sick and hurting and bloody. whumpee thought—

“i don’t give a crap what whumper did you, whumpee. you’re only here because you’re useful.” a hurt sound grinds past whumpee’s throat without their control. they didn’t mean to bother caretaker. they just wanted to be good, to show caretaker that they appreciated their kindness. they just want to be safe, like they were promised.

caretaker takes the safety off their gun, cocking it before pointing it right at whumpee’s forehead. whumpee freezes. they stare up at caretaker with wide, terrified eyes, trying to make sense of the situation.

“now back off, or i’ll make you.” caretaker growls, their eyebrows knitted together in a threat. whumpee swallows hard. they slide back on the hardwood floor, leaning back against their bed. whumper never gave them a bed. whumper never fed them. but caretaker does, caretaker always makes sure they're clean, well-fed, healthy. whumpee should be more thankful. whumpee should apologize—

"goddamn punching bag, making my life hell." caretaker mutters as they click the safety back on their gun and stow it away in their belt. they sigh and give whumpee a look before they leave.

"be good while i'm gone." they order, and then they walk out. whumpee doesn't move. they barely breathe. they make sure they're good for their caretaker until they come home again, because after everything caretaker does for whumpee, obedience is really the least they can give them.

prompt by @whumpay

#bad caretaker #whump #whump writing #whump drabble #whump prompt #nameless whump #carewhumper #conditioned whumpee #recovery whump #fear of abandonment #agh i really struggled with this one :/ #idk why #the idea just didn't flow... #oh well #i think it turned out ok #whumpay2023 #whumpay

[whumpay]

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[fallenwhumpee]

Deserved

Whumpay Day 20: Enemy-to-Caretaker • Masterlist •

Warnings: Superpower whump.

Supervillain deserved this.

Really, they deserved to be locked into a room with barely enough food and water to survive. They deserved to be beaten, to be stripped of their powers.

Leader didn't.

Because Supervillain had been an awful leader. They had used people, and they never worked with the weak, and the weak next to them never stayed weak after brutal training sessions. It was the debt they had to Villain, and they still had too much to pay if they looked at the torture sessions.

But Leader was kind to everyone, a great leader, and they had helped Villain when Supervillain had crushed them. Leader helped Villain to heal. Or at least until they decided to fake their redemption.

Leader didn't deserve to be locked into the cell Supervillain had once designed for them to suffer. They didn't deserve to lay at Supervillain's feet, delirious and weak, completely at their mercy.

Villain had gone too far, uniting the villains to attack the agency, tricking heroes to think they wanted to be one of them and do good. Getting the other villains out of the picture would crush the way the agency worked by removing its purpose. It was a death sentence to the villains since the agency building was basically a fortress.

Perhaps the worst was they had made the team believe Leader was the real bad one, so the team wouldn't ask for them or wouldn't protest as Villain did whatever they wanted with Leader.

Supervillain never had a team like Leader's, a family of sorts, but they knew it must've been painful.

It was unfair.

They knew it was the exact opposite of the things they had done. They tortured Leader, tried to trick their team, turn public opinion, and more. But one thing remained the same.

Leader didn't deserve this.

Supervillain knelt next to Leader and turned them until their head was on Supervillain's lap. Leader gasped, eyes slightly opening as they tried to break free of Supervillain's hold, but too exhausted to keep their efforts even for a full minute.

Leader stirred every once in a while, tensing and losing their strength to stay like that several times. They were curled now, crying, and they were desperately holding onto Supervillain's clothes. They wondered what was Leader dreaming.

Supervillain was about to fall asleep when Leader jerked, quickly trying to escape. They wrapped their arms around Leader with panic, Leader struggling until their movements turned to shivers, shouts to small whimpers.

"It's alright." Supervillain tried to reassure, though they didn't know how much their words would weigh on Leader. They were enemies in the end.

" 's not" Leader whispered, crying silently, not really registering Supervillain's presence.

Supervillain wiped their tears, pressing Leader's head to their chest

"It will be."

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[ccieatchildren]

Whumpay 23 Day 20: Enemy-to-Caretaker/ Hero

Villain looked down to the person crumpled on floor in front of her door. They were clutching their arm to their chest, breathing hard, lying in a steadily increasing pool of their own blood. 

When she first saw Hero’s face, she had wanted to slam the door into their face, but the fear and pain in their eyes made her reconsider. At the last banquet, Supervillain had been bragging about managing to capture Hero, boasting that he would turn them into his newest playtoy. The thought had originally made her squirm, but she had pushed the feeling down then, telling herself she shouldn’t care about her old enemy, if anything she should be overjoyed, but now, looking at the pitiful body in front of her, Villain felt like she should’ve said something, no matter how much further down she was than Supervillain on the food chain. 

“P-please…” Two doe eyes bored up at her, “I ne- I can’t-… I’m sor-”

She quickly shushed them, bending down to drag them into her meager home, holding them close. She may not be as powerful as Supervillain, but another glance down to the brutally beaten Hero confirmed her feelings, she would kill him.

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[cold1dead1eyes]

11. intimate whumper

whumpee wakes up to a heavy weight against their back. the blankets covering them are stifling, the room warm with sleep. whumper’s palm rests like an iron weight against their chest. badum badum badum. the fevered beat of whumpee’s heart slams against their ribcage.

“mmm… whumpee…” whumper mutters against the back of their neck and goosebumps break out across their skin. warm, wet breaths wash over them. whumpee stays sweaty and tense in whumper’s grip as they shuffle around in the bed, spooning whumpee to their chest.

“are you scared, sweetheart?” whumper’s voice is rough with sleep. their hand swipes over whumpee’s chest, dipping down to their stomach and sliding under their shirt. it’s innocuous; just a gentle stroking of their skin, but whumpee unconsciously cringes back from the touch. it only pushes them further into whumper’s arms.

“don’t worry, i’m going to take good care of you.” whumpee gasps when whumper’s other hand slips under their body to hug them closer. warm skin sticks to warm skin under the heat of the blankets. it would be comforting, if whumpee didn’t have proof on their body of just how dangerous whumper could be.

“i’ll always be there to stitch you back up.” whumper’s finger traces up to a half-healed, stitched scar under their ribs. whumpee freezes up. they stay exceptionally still as whumper plays with the frayed ends of the stitches, a dull pain emanating from their wound.

stroke, stroke, stroke. whumpee holds their breath. the intimacy of it worms under their skin and prickles at their bones. this is all wrong. all wrong. just a few hours ago, whumper was towering over whumpee, knife in hand, taking them apart—

“shh, you’re fine. you’re fine. go back to bed, baby.” whumper’s fingers keep drifting over the stitches. whumpee is too scared to put up a fight, and too tired to care. they stay still and wait for the gentle stroking on their abdomen to go still.

whumper sleeps like the dead. whumpee doesn’t so much as close their eyes, hyperaware of the monster pressed up against their skin.

prompt from @whumpay

#intimate whumper #whump #whump drabble #whump writing #whump prompt #noncon touching #whumpee #carewhumper #bed sharing #whumpay2023 #whumpay

[cold1dead1eyes]

20. enemy-to-caretaker

"don't touch me!" whumpee screams as they scramble away from whumper. they dig their nails into the floor to relieve the tension. whumper is watching them with wide, terrified eyes, so uncharacteristic and strange that it just makes whumpee more fearful.

"whumpee, listen to me. listen to me! i'm not here to hurt you!" whumpee's breathes come out hot and hard. their head is screaming, danger, danger, danger, each step whumper takes closer to them making the panic alarms in their brain flare.

you hurt me! whumpee's brain screams. they sneer at whumper and whumper flinches back. danger, danger, danger! you hurt me! you monster! you hurt me!

"i'm sorry." whumper whispers, quiet and oh so broken, and whumpee can't help but laugh. what a joke.

"no you're not. you're just sorry that you got found out." whumper's eyes widen even further and they shake their head aggressively. the anger in whumpee dulls from the odd gesture of vulnerability. what the hell is going on here?

"no, you have to believe me. i... i didn't want to. i had to. they- it was my job, whumpee. and i thought i was doing the right thing. i thought it was for the greater good. but now i know-" whumper's voice chokes up. whumpee's eyes widen, heart pounding uncomfortable and confused at their ribcage. is whumper crying?

"now i know that it wasn't good. what i did- it wasn't good. i hurt people. god, i hurt you, whumpee, and i'm so sorry. i never wanted to hurt you. i should have known better. please, please forgive me." whumper falls to their knees. they sit there, crumpled up into a pile, silently sobbing into their hands.

a soft hand falls on their shoulder. they look up to whumpee's face, eyes wide with awe. their hand on whumper is shaking from fear. still, they don't draw back.

"i don't know if i can ever forgive you." whumpee confesses, and whumper could almost cry. it doesn't matter if they can't. it doesn't matter. they're trying to trust whumper, they're willing to give them a second chance, and that's all that matters.

"just let me help you." whumper takes whumpee's hands in their own. whumpee flinches back instinctually and a flood of self-hatred floods through whumper. god, how could they ever have hurt them so badly that the mere sight of their face makes them flinch?

"let me take care of you. i'm going to keep you safe. no more lies, no more pain, i want to earn your forgiveness." whumpee stares at whumper, incredulous. this is nothing like the whumper they knew. is this the true whumper, or just another attempt at manipulation?

whumper's thumb swipes away a tear from whumpee's cheek. their breath catches, but they don't pull away. the whumper they knew would never have done that. not even as a trick. this is someone new. this is someone that whumpee can learn to trust.

"it's okay if you never forgive me. just let me help you. let me undo what i did." whumper holds whumpee's hand against their chest. the frantic thump-thump-thump of their heart pounds against whumpee's hand. they look down at their hand, wide-eyed, then up at whumper's tear-slick face.

whumper opens their arm for a hug, and whumpee carefully accepts.

prompt from @whumpay

#enemy to caretaker #whump #whump prompt #whump writing #carewhumper #whumpee #whumper to caretaker #hurt/comfort #whump recovery #whumpay2023 #whumpay

[cold1dead1eyes]

7. betrayal

“i trusted you!” whumpee screams at the top of their lungs. their throat burns, eyes blurry with unshed tears as they struggle against the cuffs suspending their wrists to the wall.

“whumpee, i…” caretaker trails off, and whumpee thrashes harder. they need to break free. they need to get to caretaker, and show them how much this hurts. get their hands around their neck and show them what it feels like to be in hell.

“i fucking TRUSTED you!” whumpee screeches, throwing themself forward. their sore throat cracks harshly on the words. caretaker flinches back.

“i’m sorry. i had to, it was you or them, and i… i… i’m so sorry.” you or them. whumpee should’ve known. they were always the second pick. caretaker didn’t care about them. they were always just a pawn. disposable. the broken, pitiful animal that whumper always told them they were.

“no, you don’t-” whumpee spits out a mouthful of blood. “you don’t get to be sorry.” they hiss, eyes blazing and teeth bared in vitriol. caretaker’s eyes cloud with pain.

“whumpee…” but it doesn’t change anything. it doesn’t change the pain.

“all those years. i… i trusted you. i told you what they did to me. so why, why would you let them hurt me again?” whumpee shouldn’t have let themself hope. they should’ve been more careful, more reserved, they shouldn’t have trusted caretaker. because now they were back with whumper, bleeding, aching, and this pain, this pain was so much worse than they remembered—

“are we done here?” whumper drawled from the side. caretaker shot them a terrified look.

“yes. yes, i… i think we are.” they choke out through their tears. they won’t look at whumpee. whumper smirks.

“splendid. then you better leave before i change my mind about letting you go.” caretaker nods shakily. they don’t look back when whumpee screams. whumpee watches them walk away, fury and fear thick in their throat.

and some sick, angry part of whumpee wishes that whumper had just taken out their gun, and shot caretaker dead.

prompt from @whumpay

#betrayal #whump #whump drabble #whump writing #whump prompt #recapture #angry whumpee #whumper #bad caretaker #whumpay #whumpay2023