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The Incredible Hulk (2008)

#movies #gifs

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cw // choking, language, work drama

Whumpee’s lucked into this job. At least, that’s what they tell themselves as they stare at the day’s pay worth of Italian takeout sitting on their countertop, right next to the bottle of white wine given to Whumpee at a white elephant party over a year ago. They’d been saving it for one such special occasion… and at least they’d have leftovers.

Life will go on after this potentially disastrous dinner, and Whumpee will get chicken alfredo for their next two lunches, but it’s difficult to believe that when the three days leading up to this moment have been a cortisol-fueled blur...

One explosive, incriminating email read at 12:04 AM Friday, and the metaphorical shrapnel’s still lodged into Whumpee’s brains 6:14 PM Sunday.

Whumper raps on the door at 6:22 PM. They’re alone… More like three lunches now. God…

Whumper steps into the front doorway which also happens to be the kitchen, “Should I take my shoes off?”

Whumpee blinks as the absurdity of Whumper asking that question– and really this whole situation– hits them– Whumper’s already halfway bent over reaching for their high-end sneakers–

“No! No… You’re good.”

Whumper nods quickly, like that was the correct answer… or the wrong answer… Whumpee can't exactly tell.

Whumper walks past Whumpee, turning and hunching as their impenetrable eyes rove over the meal on the counter and cheap, ceramic plates…

Whumpee can't bring themself to move. The seconds pass interminably slowly, and then suddenly Whumper's looking at them directly, evaluating and re-evaluating. 

"So," Whumper pulls their mouth into a straight line– almost friendly.

"Thank you for coming. I know this is a little… out of the way," Whumpee breathes a laugh.

Whumper's expression somehow becomes even tighter.

Whumpee makes their way over to the food, "I got some Italian. Um… and we can talk. Whatever you wanna talk about first, we can do that. Um…"

Whumper’s face doesn't change much.

"... How's your day been?"

Whumper walks towards Whumpee, "It's been fine."

"Yeah?"

Whumper slaps Whumpee across the face, against the cheekbone– stinging– aching– it's vicious– bruise already forming as Whumpee flexes their jaw in shock.

Whumpee turns away, stumbling, and Whumper catches Whumpee by the nape of their cotton t-shirt, pulling them back and pushing them face-first into painted white cabinet doors.

Whumpee takes a strained breath in as the ribbed shirt collar digs into their windpipe. Swallowing on instinct, the descending bobbing of their throat stops wholesale when it catches on the edge of the fabric, and even that heartbeat of choking is enough to make Whumpee cough desperately, spraying drops of spit.

Whumper twists the fabric in their fist a bit further, pulling Whumpee up by the scruff til their heads are close to an even height. Whumpee’s sock-covered toes just manage to keep themselves attached to the hardwood.

Whumper leans forward and over Whumpee's shoulder to listen to the rattling inhale that climbs out of Whumpee’s throat again and again and again, never to meet relief. Whumper’s savoring it: the sound– the stiffness of Whumpee’s spine. The musk of cologne on Whumper’s collar fills Whumpee’s nostrils with no air to push it back out.

"Okay, listen…" Whumper starts.

Whumpee grabs the counters, drawer handles, straining for any kind of resistance. Whumper smacks Whumpee's head against the cabinet door, making a resonant thud.

"You're gonna listen to me, you fucking shitheel," Whumper shakes Whumpee again for emphasis, "Listen to what I'm saying."

Whumpee tries to nod, what with hair smooshed into their face and a nauseating burning flooding through their brow ridge.

"I'm going to ask you some questions, I'm going to let go of you, and then you're going to tell me your answers. Okay?"

Whumper doesn't seem okay. Whumpee nods again weakly, still choking– starting to slip–

"What did you read? And who exactly have you been talking to?"

#whump #whump writing #whump drabble #sadistic whumper #blake writes nonsense

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Hostage Situation

(tw: gun, death threat, brief gore mention, restraint, forced to hurt (restrain others), hostage whump)

“You.” Whumper gestures toward Whumpee with the barrel of their gun.

Whumpee glances over their shoulder at the other hostages.

“Yes you, idiot. Stand up.”

Whumpee keeps their hands raised as they take a shaky step forward.

Whumper tosses a package of zip ties at them. Whumpee catches it clumsily, almost dropping it with shaking fingers.

“Tie them all up.”

Whumpee’s eyes meet Caretakers. They give Whumpee an encouraging nod. Whumpee glances down at the plastic. They know Caretaker’s training is their best chance of getting out of here. Can they really doom everyone in here by restraining them?

Whumper cuts off their thoughts. “Make em tight - fuck it up and I’m blowing your brains across the wall.”

Whumpee flinches back, but takes one out of the package.

Whumpee tries to be sneaky. They loop the zip tie over Caretaker’s thumb before tightening it down over the visible wrist.

A gun clicks against the back of Whumpee’s head.

Whumper voice is soft in their ear. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Whumpee trembles “J-j-just what y-ou sai-”

“Fix it.”

Whumpee trembles, reluctantly pulling out another zip tie, puting it around Caretaker’s wrists. They cinch it tight with sweating fingers.

“Tighter”

“But it’s-”

“Tighter”

Whumpee flinches back, but snugs the zip tie tighter yet.

“More.”

Whumpee turns to them. “I can’t any more - it’s-”

“For fucks sake.” Whumper reaches around them, jerking the tail up and down until Caretaker hisses at the pain. It’s digging deep into the skin now.

Whumpee whispers harshly against their ear. “If you can’t learn to follow orders real fast, I’m not going to have a use for you.” The barrel grinds against their skull, bowing their head forward. “And guess what happens when I don’t have a use for you?”

Whumpee shivers, swallowing thickly. “I-I’ll be good. I can - I. I won’t do it again.”

“Good.” The barrel eases slightly. “Now keep going.”

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(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @jadeocean46910 @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @lav-whumps @wormwriting @meowsikbox @villainsvictim @throwawaywhumper @wild-selenite-caffine @whumpasaurus101 @thecitythatdoesntsleep )

#drabble #restraints #gun #hurt caretaker #death threat

[eepy-whumpee]

Freak

Elaboration on "Whumper who only takes defiant, vicious whumpees...", also by yours truly.

Content: Blood, Brief Threat of Noncon, Creepy Whumper, Defiant Whumpee, Violence

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Whumpee growled, thrashing against their bonds. Once they were free, the freak that kidnapped them was dead. And until then, Whumpee was going to make them regret every second of their captivity. 

“Calm down, friend. Don’t want you degloving yourself with those cuffs.” Whumper remarked, striding into their cell. 

Whumpee stared at Whumper, looking deep into their eyes, hoping the raw hatred that smoldered in their eyes unsettled Whumper. 

“Aren’t you just the cutest?”

“Fuck you.”

Whumper chuckled, then grabbed Whumpee’s hair, pulling their head back and leaning in. Whumper’s face was inches away from Whumpee’s, and Whumpee could feel their hot breath wash across their face. Whumper’s cold, dead gaze pierced Whumpee’s soul, pinning them to the ground.

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, baby.” Whumper whispered, grinning.

“You’re fucked in the head, you know–” 

Mid-sentence, Whumpee flung their head forward, slamming their forehead directly into Whumper’s nose. They relish that delightful crunch, and laugh as Whumper staggers back, blood flowing down their lips, dripping off their chin, onto the floor. 

"Yea, you like that, bitch? I loved it."

Staring at the ceiling, entranced by the delightful Whumper mumbles to themself.

“Oh. Oh. That’s good.”

Whumper’s mouth opens slightly, blood dribbling between their open lips. Licking the blood off their lips, their mouth opens into a wide, toothy, shark-like smile. Training their gaze on Whumpee, their teeth stained crimson, they laugh softly.

“Oh, you’re fun.”

#drabble #restraints #blood #intimate whumper

[eepy-whumpee]

What if I want whump but like. Comfort. Comfort whump. No no not fluff, I need the zing!! I need the fascination of an awful relationship but like. Comforting. Yes they kidnapped them but like... put them in a comfy bed. With the big floofy sheets and weighted blankets. Yes... yes... the head pats... No it's controlling I swear. They kidnapped them this is whump I promise they’re scared (they’re just also so content and warm)

#scenario #comforting whumper

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The Whumpee kneels on the ground in a row of other captives, their hands all bound behind their backs and each one’s uniform in varied states of undress. The Whumpee’s jacket is missing buttons from being ripped open while others have torn sleeves and cut shirts. The guard watching them stands a bit taller and adjusts their gun when they hear a series of footsteps approaching. The Whumpee looks up and watches as the Whumper and several others approach the group. The Whumper doesn’t waste time walking from captive to captive in the row, towering above and looking each of them up and down, one at a time. They are looking for something that they’re not finding and let out an aggravated sigh as they scan each person. That is, until they reach the Whumpee. It’s there that they stop. The Whumpee tries not to look at them at first, but the Whumper then crouches and meets their eyeline. The two look at one another coldly, and the Whumpee has no trepidation in their stare. The Whumper studies the Whumpee’s face, then lifts their hand to touch the Whumpee’s jaw. They try to turn the Whumpee’s head, but the Whumpee resists. The Whumper then grabs them by the chin and forcefully turns their head, revealing a tattoo at their hairline that’s faded but undeniable. The Whumpee’s gaze returns defiantly to theirs when the Whumper lets go. The Whumper whistles for someone to come over, at which point the Whumpee is pulled to their feet. “Hope to see you again someday,” the Whumper says cordially as the bound Whumpee is grasped roughly in front of them. “I pray that you do,” says the Whumpee.

#drabble #restraints #the whumperflies this gives me

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Content: Pet whump, minor cold whump, fear of punishment, intimate whumper, dehumanisation.

A pet whumpee crawling into their master's bed well after they've fallen asleep just to get even a crumb of warmth. It's so cold on the wooden panels of the floor. They never dare touch Whumper, too scared to risk waking them up. Just curl up under the covers on the far side of the bed, not even their head able to be seen. Just a peculiar shaped lump that expands ever so slightly with every breath Whumpee takes.

Maybe Whumper knows about this. Despite being a deep sleeper, it's hard not to notice the covers shifting at the same time every night to allow room for their pet to climb under. I like to imagine Whumper pulling them closer one night, like a child might do with their stuffed animal. Giving them a kiss on the head and dozing off again as Whumpee sits there stiffly, trying to figure out if that was a conscious gesture or not.

It will determine how much trouble they'll get in tomorrow.

#scenario #psychological #intimate whumper #cold #dehumanization

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Can’t shake off the idea of Whumper comforting Whumpee after they hurt them, telling them sweet things like “it’s okay” and “it’s over” and “you did so good.” And Whumpee being so confused and scared that they lean into it, accept it, because at this point it’s the only source of comfort they’re going to get.

#intimate whumper #comforting whumper #scenario

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TW: mentions of torture

Imagine a Whumper who completely isolates their Whumpee for years. They are the Whumpee’s world, their torturer and provider. Whumpee ends up forgetting what it’s like to talk to others, forgets their old friends and family’s faces. It makes their eventual rescue by the Caretaker shocking. It’s been so long since they’ve seen/heard another person that they don’t know how to handle it.

#yeah.... #psychological #scenario

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cw // bad caretaker, implied future recapture

Caretaker touches Whumpee's shoulder. Wrong move. Whumpee takes a step back, expression detached-- trying to be detached-- dark eyes flicking from the ground to the empty air behind Caretaker's head.

"We saved you," Caretaker tries for some calming confidence in their tone.

Whumpee shakes their head, barely mumbling, "No."

Caretaker steps forward, closing the gap and then some, "[Whumpee], I don't think you understand what's happening."

Whumpee ducks their face away from Caretaker's far too insistent, far too close frowning, opting to scan the room with dulled apprehension...

Despite their stone face, Whumpee's shaking-- that's obvious now.

Caretaker backs off, pushing away any sour feelings of embarrassment. There isn't much left to assess about this situation. Whumpee isn't in the mental space to see reason... Caretaker will have to ask Teammate to watch the door while they're away.

"Look, I'm gonna come back with some food."

Whumpee doesn't look up, instead, giving an involuntary huff through the nose.

Caretaker reaches for that calming, ever-so-patient confidence again, "[Whumpee], you're safe. You're gonna be okay. We saved you from [them]."

The air in the room becomes an uncaring vacuum in the split-second it takes for Whumpee to meet Caretaker's gaze...

"No," Whumpee speaks with a quiet surety that makes Caretaker's blood run cold, "You didn't."

#blake writes nonsense #whump drabble #whump #failed rescue #bad caretaker #stoic whumpee

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Whump Prompts: Self-Soothing

Content: Honestly, nothing.

Stroking their cheek with their own thumb.

Cupping the side of their face in their own hand / nuzzling into it.

Singing/humming quietly to themself.

Sucking/gnawing on their own thumb.

Rhythmically running their hand through their hair.

Massaging their own scalp.

Rubbing their outer thighs.

Repeating comforting phrases to themself.

Daydreaming about a better place.

Wrapping their arms around themself.

Putting something heavy over themself as a grounding technique (weighted blanket, a pet, etc.)

Rocking back and forth.

Words of affirmation said to themself, shaky and unconfident.

Wrapping themself in a large blanket that makes them feel small and safe.

Cuddling with a hot water bottle.

Click here for my whump prompts Masterlist.

#prompts #recovery

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Glitter

(tw: major character death/murder, choking on blood, throat cut, chase, recapture, creepy whumper)

Whumpee’s footsteps slapped against the tile floor. The sound echoed through the dark, empty isles as they gasped for air. Their muscles screamed. Their head pounded. 

They scrambled towards the glow of the exit sign. The eerie red light cast stark, choppy shadows in the darkness, turning mannequins into monsters in their mind as they ran. 

They hardly knew where they were going. Only two days of working here, and Whumper had already found them. They skittered past paints and yarn. Shelves and shelves of decorative paper. The pages sliced sharp lines into their arms as they flew past them, blind, scrambling towards the dim scarlet glow.

It was so close. Just a few steps further.

Whumpee breath caught as Whumper rounded the corner, blocking the end of the aisle. They slid to a half, scrambling backwards so quickly that their wobbling legs crumbled beneath them, sending them flailing down onto the cold tile.

Whumper’s face was cast in shadow, silhouetted by the eerie red light. Somehow, Whumpee knew they were smiling. 

“There you are.”

Whumpee scrambled to their feet, turning back the way they came. An arm locked around their waist, jerking them back.

“No! Let me go! L-let me go!!” They pushed and squirmed away from the hands.

“Ah ah ah…” Whumper teased, gripping tighter as Whumpee thrashed and clawed at their arms. “Dont try to fight me. It won’t do you any good.”

Whumpee gasped as a blade pressed firm against their throat. Their struggling twitched to halt.

“Aw, there you go.” Whumper’s lips were pressed against their ear. “Much better.”

Whumpee was still panting. Every breath pressed against the blade, pushing against it and drawing a trickle of blood. They whimpered, twitching away from the knife. Their voice quivered, hardly a whisper. “P-please. Don’t. Please, Whumper. L-l-let me go.”

Whumper laughed softly. “I told you. No one gets away from me.” They traced the knife to the side of Whumpee’s neck, tip biting into their skin. “You just had to go and test it, didn’t you?”

“I…I’m sorry. Please, Whumper. I’m s-sorry.” They whined, flinching away as the knife cut further in.

“Sorry isn’t good enough.” Whumper’s hand moved from their waist to their forehead, pulling them back against their chest.

Whumpee tried to scream as the knife slid straight in, but their throat wouldn’t make the sound. It convulsed around the blade, cutting it further from the inside. They struggled, but Whumper held them still as searing, hot pain clawed down their windpipe.

Blood started to flow down their throat. They felt it on their skin, but it also slid down toward their lungs, wet and hot, choking them. The slipping, suffocating warmth mirrored on both sides of their trachea. Whumper slid the knife back out. They wheezed, trying to sputter the blood back up.

Whumper released them, and they dropped to their knees, clawing at their neck. Their hands came back covered in back blood. It reflected the glow of the exit sign.

Whumper laughed, taking a step closer. “No no, let me see.”

Whumpee sputtered and coughed, trying to scramble away. Whumper’s hand clamped down on their upper arm, flipping them over. Whumper loomed over them, kneeling down. Reaching out in the darkness.

Whumpee’s hands blindly found the shelves as they scooted backwards. They gripped the first things they could find, a canister of sorts, chucking it at Whumper. Whumper dodged easily, laughing.

“Aw come on, no need to get violent, sweetheart.”

Whumpee sputtered and choked as they grabbed another. The canister broke in their hands at they threw it, showering Whumper in red flecks of shimmering light. The glitter sunk from their air, coating them. 

“Now you’re just making a mess.” Whumper growled. They yanked Whumpee by the ankle, sliding them close. 

Whumpee’s lungs burned. They couldn’t suck down air through the thick, hot blood. They choked and coughed, but more and more poured into their throat, coating every surface. They pushed against the cut as they kicked up at Whumper.

“No. Come here.” Whumper gripped their wrists, pinning them to the ground. They straddled Whumpee, rendering their kicks useless as they gargled, sucking the thick blood further into their lungs.

“Stop fighting me.” They leaned down close. “I want to watch you die.”

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(tags: @prisonerwhump @mabledonut @whumpawink @heathenwhump @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing )

@wormwriting wouldja look at that. Bam. Glitter. Blood. Choking. Nailed it.

“Where they go hardcore, and there’s glitter on the floor”

#knife #choking #death #blood #drabble

[eepy-whumpee]

Hey Whumpeteers! Cheerful reminder that the tattoo pain chart is applicable to most scratches, cuts or other open wounds! This chart doesn’t include bones damage or organ damage however, as it is for surface injuries.

My personal favourite is hip injuries, which various charts put in the red or orange zone 😉 Enjoy planning your whumpee’s pain with this!

#reference

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There’s something about a whumpee just sitting down. Not fainting, necessarily. Maybe they’re just about to faint, and they quietly just kneel on the ground at a time and place that doesn’t make sense. They don’t even have the capacity or willingness to articulate why they need to abruptly stop and sit. Maybe they’re catatonic while the others look at them.

Maybe a caretaker can see the dull, vacant look in their eyes and immediately senses that something is seriously wrong. Maybe the fainting comes just a few moments later.

#fainting #caretaker #scenario

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a character who has bottled up something terrible that happened to them. maybe it's something they saw, maybe something done to them, whatever it is it's profoundly traumatized them. they keep going, pushing it down, dismissing concerns, or even having suppressed it long enough nobody even knows to be concerned at all. and then one day they talk. one day, because they finally can't take it anymore, or they were so triggered they can't keep it in, or something messed with their control (fever, drug, etc) that they just spilled it out.

and the entire time they're talking, they're shaking so hard it makes it difficult to speak. their friends/teammates/whoever try to listen and try to help, extremely alarmed with how seriously they're affected, but the shaking just keeps getting harder. they're not crying, they're just. shaking.

#i like the thought of whumpee talking through a past non-whumper-related trauma like this with whumper #and whumper goading them on to keep talking #recovery #caretaker #psychological #scenario

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Cauterizing wounds. A fervent “bite this,” before a bit is shoved between Whumpee’s teeth; shallow breaths and white knuckles; tear tracks and sweat-soaked hair; red-hot metal and burning flesh, Whumpee’s body tensing as they scream.

#prompts #treatment #burns

[eepy-whumpee]

Whumpers who are too intimate for the Whumpee’s comfort.

👌🏼👌🏼

It doesn’t have to be anything overtly sexual, just them getting way too close for comfort:

•faces 2 inches apart all the time, intensive eye contact.

•getting real close to whisper in their ears; lips graze them.

•gentle caressing of the face.

•touching their forehead to the Whumpee’s.

•grasping them by the chin, and running their thumb over the Whumpee’s lips.

•stands right behind the whumpee/over them: whumpee can directly feel their breath/warmth of their body.

•stands behind a kneeling whumpee; puts their hands on the Whumpee’s shoulders, puts a gentle hand around their neck.

•hand gently on the back of the Whumpee’s neck.

•gentle squeezing the Whumpee’s neck, not actually choking them- leaning in too close to their face.

•straddling their hips, when the Whumpee’s laid out on the floor.

•sitting on the Whumpee’s back, pressing them into the floor.

•leaning towards the whumpee, putting them hands on the Whumpee’s knees/ thighs, when the whumpee is sitting tied to a chair.

•pressing their body right up against the whumpee, when they push them against a wall, twisting the Whumpee’s arm behind their back.

•pinning the Whumpee’s arms above their head, when their back is against the wall.

Just a few examples: have to go- someone is too close to me, and my phone, while I write this. 😂

#the pushing whumpee against the wall thing but whumper stabs them while they're doing it #and then whumper pulls away and whumpee just collapses #🤗🥰😄 #prompts #intimate whumper #manhandling #restraints #knife