#blood loss

[whump-or-whatever]

This is a reminder to leave your whumpee absolutely ruined.

Leave them shaking like a leaf, hardly able to draw a breath.

Leave them covered in so many bruises they can barely move without wincing.

Leave them absolutely blanketed in scars that will never fade.

Leave them rocking back and forth, tears streaming down their face in the midst of a panic attack.

Leave them unable to be near another person without eyeing them warily and flinching every time they move.

Leave them so out of it they can’t see, can’t hear, can’t speak, can’t move, can’t think.

Leave them stumbling and tripping over their own feet, scrambling to get back up each time as they try to escape.

Leave them struggling against the encroaching darkness as they bleed out.

Leave them half-drowned, soaked to the bone, clothes clinging to them as they sputter and gasp on the floor.

Leave them shivering, teeth chattering, trying to rub warmth back into their body.

Leave them delirious with fever, head lolling, eyes unfocused, covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Leave them begging for mercy, promising to do anything just to make it stop.

Leave them exhausted, barely able to keep their eyes open let alone put one foot in front of the other.

Leave them so broken they can’t bring themself to care about anyone or anything.

Leave them a blubbering mess, stumbling over their words trying to say the right thing to please whumper.

Leave them so mortified by everything that’s happened to them that they don’t even want to be found anymore because they don’t want people to know.

#whump #whump prompt #whump idea #whump community #whump tropes #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump prompts #whumpee #ruin your whumpees #just do it y’all #panic attack whump #injury whump #blood loss #drowning whump #cold whump #fever whump

[jasmines-library]

Tried and True

WHUMPTOBER 2023 DAY FOUR: Prompt - Hiding an injury.

Fandom: Batfam/DC/Young Justice

Summary: During a fight with Bane you get critically injured but leave it hidden from your brothers. When they find out, it's a race against time to get you back to the safety of the manor. Warnings: Bullet wound, blood loss, near death experience, surgery, cursing. Word count: 2.8k Note: I'm super excited about this one. That's all i'm gonna say :)

MASTERLIST ⛤ WHUMPTOBER WORKS

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Bane fired three shots down the alleyway. They ricocheted off the bricks, clattering to the ground with a metallic ping. Dick Grayson hid crouched behind the lip of a building overlooking the alleyway, his mask pulled tight over his face. He watched with cautious eyes, surveying the villain before him. You were hunched over on the opposite side of the street dual daggers pressed firmly into the palm of your clammy hands. Damian and Jason lingered nearby, Tim opted to survey with his older brother. He had his bo staff hooked under his arm, ready to draw back and swing at any second. 

“I know you’re out there little birdies.” Bane sung, drawing out his steps as he paced the length of the alley. “Why don’t you come out for a little chat?”

He fired another round of bullets, this time up into the sky. Your little brother cast a look at you from your left, you held out a warning hand.

“Nightwing?” You asked into the coms quietly, careful not to draw unwanted attention. Even though Bane was outnumbered 5-1, he was still extremely powerful and if he caught one of you off guard, you would be in some deep shit. 

“We need to wait until he gets to the end of the alley. There’s a fork. We can flank him from both sides.”

The five of you watched intently as he walked, monotonously slow. When he was a mere few steps away from the end of the alley, Nightwing gave the signal and the five of you sprang into action, disguised and protected by the thick plating of your vigilante suits each specified to fit your needs. 

Landing roughly on your feet, you jumped from the building, reading your daggers in front of you. Your brothers formed a circle besides you, trapping bane between the three exits. He grinned manically.

“Finally! I thought I was going to miss out on all the fun.” 

He hoisted his gun up onto his shoulder and eyed the five of you up. The look on his face was mad; cynical. His eyes glistened beneath his mask as they settled on Robin. He fired, releasing a fresh wave of bullets, but the youngest was small and quick enough to slip away, behind a crate. 

With his back turned, Red Robin took his chance to make a move on Bane. He swung his staff in an arc, swiping at the giant's feet in an attempt to knock him to the ground. He wobbled, but spun around and knocked him out of the way, sending him flying into a nearby pile of junk.

“Red!?” You called out through the coms.

There was static as he shuffled around, coughing slightly as he tried to recover from having the wind knocked out from him. “All good.”

You moved next, Robin at your side. Using the walls, you propelled yourself towards Bane, trying to swing your dagger and lodge it anywhere on his exposed chest, only to have to skid across the floor as he swung his arm out to hit you. Although you weren’t successful, Robin had managed to get in a well placed slice along Bane’s torso. He had been aiming for the thick tubes which pumped him full of venom, but he wasn’t so successful. 

The five of you went many rounds with Bane, swinging, slicing and dodging as you tried to get the upper hand on the giant man. Though despite being outnumbered, he had still managed to get his own in on the five vigilanties. Red Hood was suffering a twisted ankle, and Robin had a trickle of blood running down the side of his temple where Bane had managed to strike him.

“Raven!” Nightwing hollered “Flank left.”

You retreated back round the alley with your eldest brother, twisting and navigating in the dinginess to flank him from his other side. When you returned, he had Tim pinned up against a wall, gasping for air and flailing, his feet struggling to scrape against the floor. You picked up your pace, feet slapping against the concrete. You swung, leaping high into the air and bringing your daggers down in a large sweeping motion, it lodged itself in one of Bane’s tubes, staunching the flow of venom pumping into his veins. You rolled across the ground and onto your feet, skidding against the asphalt as you dodged another swing that caught Robin instead. Nightwing was suddenly flanking from Bane’s otherside, cutting off the rest of the venom’s flow. Pulling Robin to his feet, he raised his katana.

With a signal from your brother cracking out over the coms, you gripped your daggers tighter, shifting them into a more comfortable grip in front of you. The humming of Dicks escrima sticks filled the alley. There was a beat, then you all charged, using bane’s weakness to your advantage. He took a large slice across his abdomen and a shock to his body. He roared, releasing a round of bullets into the brick. Dropping like a sack of flour the five of you pressed your body to the ground, trying to dodge the lethal pieces of metal he flung your way. And that was when you felt it, a raw indescribable pain that radiated across your body above your right hip. You stifled a cry, biting your lip beneath the cover of your mask. Your breath shuddered as you rose, trying to ignore the dark red patch that bloomed across the front of your suit. You readied your daggers, trying to conceal the wound with your arm. You were hoping that the cover of the darkness would help disguise it from your brothers. 

From his place on the ground, Jason fired at bane, distracting him from Tim, who swung his bo staff again at his feet, this time bringing him to the ground. Stepping forwards,you pressed your dagger to his neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to get the message across. He howled and grunted as Nightwing and Red Hood made quick work of securing him with rope they had stored on their suits, then delivering a quick blow to his head to render the giant unconscious. 

Nightwing took a step back and sighed, dropping his twin fighting sticks to the ground. “Is everyone ok?”

There was a chortle of agreement between the comms. You sheathed your daggers in the hosters at your hip, groaning as your fingers brushed against the pulsating wound. 

“Call B, tell him we have Bane.”

“Copy.” You said, flicking through the channels on the comms to call your father. He answered gruffly, signifying that he would be on his way on his way over as soon as he could. You heard the rumble of the batmobile in the background. 

“B’s on his way.” You told your brothers, changing the coms back. “He’ll be here soon.”

You glanced down at your stomach, still oozing blood, crossing his arms in front of you, trying to hide the growing patch and keep some pressure on it. You could feel the warm, stickiness against your skin clinging to the fabric of your suit. You couldn’t feel the exit wound, piercing the back of your flesh. Just the thought of the bullet still lodged inside of you made the pain worsen tenfold. You just had to hope that you would get back to the manor in time to stitch yourself up. 

~~~

Left, Right. Left, Right.

You had never been more glad to see the silhouette of the wayne manor, illuminated by the lights from the many windows that had been left on whilst you were out on patrol. You were trudging back slowly with your brothers after finishing up on patrol and ensuring that The Bat had bane secured and was taking him to Arkham. Your steps had grown sluggish, your vision doubled and your breaths uneven as you tried to keep up pace with your brothers, only to end up falling behind anyway. Your whole body ached, but nothing compared to the stabbing pain near your hip. You pulled your hand away from where you had been discreetly keeping pressure on it. Your head spun as you took in the sight of the blood dousing your hands. 

Left, Right…

Not much further now. You told yourself as you forced your body to keep pressing forwards. Home was so close but felt so so far away. You made your shaky legs push on, but with your hazy vision you swayed on your feet. 

Dick turned around, noticing your absence besides him. 

“Raven?” He asked, stopping in his tracks. His panicked tone alerted the rest of the boys. 

You were leaning on a nearby fence, trying to regain your composure.

“I- I’m fine. I just need-” 

Left…

Your body gave out beneath you as you tried to push yourself away from the wall, you were swallowed by a blinding pain; hot and inflamed as you collapsed in on yourself. Jason, the closest to you, rushed forwards before your body could collide with the hard asphalt. He laid you down tenderly so that your head was lying down on his lap. Dick was by your side patting down your body for the hidden injury, followed quickly by the other two.“Raven?” Damien stared at you with wide eyes. 

“Shit.” Dick cursed when his hand skimmed the tear in your suit, pulling it back with his fingers coaxed in your blood. 

You cried out in pain, eyes flying wide. 

Damien gripped your hand tightly, wincing at your pained expression when Jason hastily tore your mask away. He wiped away the tears which stained your cheeks. 

“AH!” Your face twisted when Dick ripped apart the fabric of your suit to get a better look at the wound; circular and ugly, only around the size of a penny, but it was already an angry shade of scarlet and was leaking more blood than you though you had in your body. The fabric which had matted with your blood tugged at your skin. You squeezed Damian’s hand tightly.

“R, what happened?” 

“...Shot.” You forced out. 

Jason reached around the back of your suit searching for an exit wound then cursing loudly when he failed to find one. “It’s still in there.”

Dick cursed. “Okay. Tim?”

The boy looked up meekly. 

“Grab the emergency pack, we’ll need tweezers, bandages. Something for the pain.”

“On it.”

“Damien? Call Alfred, tell him we need help, stat.”

Hesitantly, the Wayne let go of your hands and scrambled to get his phone. Tim was rushing back over with the supplies. 

“Y/N? This is going to hurt okay?”

You nodded feebly, head lolling around in Jason’s lap. 

“Hood, keep her awake.”

Jason took your head in his hands and angled it up to face him. Your eyes were fluttering closed.

“Hey, look at me, keep ‘em open kid.”

Your eyes opened in fraction as you listened to your older brother's words, though you were in a pained daze, only registering the pain in your side.

They would never forget the inhuman scream that pushed its way past your lips as Dick dig the tweezers into the wound. The pain was indescribable as your fingers clawed against the ground. You writhed in Jason’s hold, squirming away from the onslaught of pain. Dick cringed. 

“Tim, keep her still.”

His hands were like cold vices on your arms as he pinned you down, trying to keep you still as his older brother rummaged through your body. Your screams had morphed into horse shouts by the time he finally got the bullet out. But then came the burst of agony as he pushed his hands down as hard as he could on your wound. You whimpered.

“I know. I know Y/N I’m sorry.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you began to lose a grip on consciousness. Black dots danced in your vision.

“Hey. Stay with us!” Tim patted your face. “We need to move fast.

Jason leaned you up against his chest so his brothers could wrap the bandages tightly around your stomach. Damien had returned, informing them that Alfred was on his way. Once the bandages were secured, you were laid back down in Jason's chest, eyes fluttering. Damien returned to holding your hands, rubbing his thumbs back and forth across the flat of your hand. 

“Stay awake, Raven. Talk to us.” Tim prompted.

You were silent for a horrifying moment, before muttering out a few words. “...I’m sorry.”

“No. None of that. You’re gonna be fine.”

“I love you all.”

Your breaths were becoming shallower and you struggled to get the air you needed into your lungs. The black spots began to take over your vision. 

“We love you too, Y/N. So, so much.”

You hummed contently. Your body had begun to go numb. 

A dear ran down Damien’s cheek. You reached up to wipe it away as your older brother had done to you mere minutes ago.

“It’s okay.” You hushed. “It doesn’t hurt bad anymore.”

The two eldest vigilantes swallowed thickly, sharing a wide eyed glance between each other. That was when Alfred turned up, and the next minutes went by in a blur. The boys could do nothing more than watch as they whisked you away into surgery, praying that you would pull through. 

~~~

Dick watched as you began to stir. Your face twitched and you shifted uncomfortably. He had his much larger hand wrapped around yours, and had done for a few hours, insisting that he stay with you. You were his baby sister after all. Bruce had tried to send the other to bed, but like Dick, Jason had insisted that he should be allowed to watch over you too. Bruce was about to protest, but he couldn’t dismiss the distraught look plastered on Jason’s face. He had no doubt that the youngest two were lingering around somewhere, minds too full of opposing thoughts to let them succumb to the sleep that their bodies begged them for. Damian had kept trying to sneak in before being dragged away by Bruce. 

The room had been silent for a few hours as they watched your chest rise and fall. The surgery had been hard on your body, and for a while no one was sure that you were going to pull through. Albeit there you were lying pale but showing signs of waking up, on your bed.

  Alfred and Bruce were frequently in and out of your room where you lay hooked up to all sorts of machines that made Jason cringe. His head was resting on the side of your bed by the hand that Dick wasn’t nursing. His eyes had begun to droop shut as the early hours of the day crept around, when you shifted the let out a pained whimper. When he turned his head, he was greeted by your striking eyes. 

He scrambled off of the floor and into the chair that had been pulled up by your bed. “Y/N? Hey.”

“Boys?” You blinked, your head still groggy from the anaesthesia.

The eldest boy gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah kiddo. We’re here.”

Trying to sit up, the tug on your stitches elicited another cry of pain. Instinctively, both boys helped you sit up. 

“Take it easy, little bat.” Dick told you as you gingerly pushed back the sheets. Your hip was bound tightly in a white bandage. “He got you good.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jay pressed. “You could have…”

“I-”

You were cut off by the sound of the door shuddering open and a pair of your ‘not so little anymore’ brothers' heads peeking around it. They were hesitant, glancing around the room until you gave them a gentle smile.

“Y/N,” Damian rushed into the room, wrapping you tightly into a hug. 

“Hey Dami.” You murmured into his ear. 

He was suddenly ripped away from you by a grinning Tim who chided “Hey, be careful with her, you demon spawn. It’s my turn.”

You chuckled as he pulled you desperately into his arms.

“I’m so glad you’re okay Y/N/N. I was so scared.”

You frowned, hoarse voice breaking as you spoke. “I’m sorry-”

“Damian.” A haggard voice sounded from somewhere in the hallway. It was followed by a pair of heavy set shoes. “How many times do I have to tell you to get back in bed-”

Bruce stopped abruptly at the sight of his children crowded before him. His eyes were clad with dark bags and his hair was unkempt on his head. 

“Hi Dad.” Your voice was barely a whisper, but he heard it nonetheless. Pushing past his sons, he was at your side in less than a second. 

And that was when the reality of the whole situation hit you. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“Dad. I’m sorry. I- I wasn’t thinking.”

“Shh.” He hushed. “This isn’t your fault. This is no one’s fault but Bane’s.”

“But-”

“Listen to the old man for once little bat. All that matters is that everyone is still together.”

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<- DAY THREE ⛤ DAY FIVE ->

🏷️ Taglist:

@senjoritanana

#whumptober2023 #whumptober #no.4 #hiding a wound #concealing an injury #hiding an injury #batfam #batfamily #batfam x reader #batfamily x reader #dc x reader #blood #gore #injury #blood loss #near death experience #fanfiction #batfam fanfiction #young justice x reader #dick Grayson #tim drake #jason todd #Damian Wayne #nightwing #red hood #red robin #robin #dick Grayson x reader #Tim drake x reader #Jason Todd x reader

[whumpster-dumpster]

Soulmate AU where soulmates share a sense of taste. Character A knowing Character B hasn't been eating because they haven't tasted anything in a while. Their tongue itching when they eat something A is allergic to. Knowing they're overworking when it's cold coffee for hours on end. Knowing they're sick when they taste bitter bile. Knowing they're in trouble when all they can taste is blood.

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #soulmate au #starvation #allergies #overworking #sickness #blood #blood loss

[syncope-syndrome]

Every Medical Site Out There: Losing consciousness from blood loss is a symptom of hemorrhagic shock and a sign of loss equaling 40% volume, and when your body reaches that point it’s extremely difficult to save a person from death as organs are beginning to fail, including the heart.

Me, whose favorite part of whump is fainting: So what if I just… ignored that.

#whump #whump community #whumblr #whump writing #fainting #blood loss #listen #sometimes you just have to pull a Hollywood and ignore medical accuracies to have fun #syncsynd

[jackie-q]

Bats Are Built Different

Roy: Ok, I think that was the last of 'em- OH MY GOD YOU WERE SHOT?!?!

Jason: Tis but a flesh wound.

Roy: No, no it most certainly isn't.

Jason: The worst thing about bullet wounds is the clean up!

Roy: I think you nicked an artery.

Jason: I'm fine, I just need a few more painkillers, that's all.

Roy: What you need is a hospital, some medical insurance, and a therapist.

Jason: hah, medical insurance, a respectable Bat would laugh in your face, but I'll spare you this once. But only because breathin's gettin' a bit iffy.

Roy: The fact you're still standing is highly concerning.

Jason: Heh, I'm just built different.

Roy: ...

#jason todd #roy harper #bullet wound #underplaying injuries #no self preservation #blood loss #medical insurance #desperately needed #jayroy #sorta? #implied #dcu #dc universe #red hood #arsenal

[just-here-for-the-whump]

Republic of Doyle 3x6 The Dating Game

#republic of doyle #jake doyle #leslie bennett #allan hawco #krystin pellerin #whump #care #injury #shot #gsw #blood #blood loss #passing out #worried friend

[whumpetywhump]

3 Will Be Free - Ep. 9

#3 will be free #thai drama #gunshot wound #on the run #bleeding #blood loss #bloody hands #dizziness #stumbling #self treatment #field medicine #bandages #makeshift bandages #collapse #passing out #collapse into arms #concern #unconscious #hugging #crying #tay tawan #joss wayar #whump #thai whump #asian whump

[professional-idiocy]

Writing Advice From Experience 1 - Blood loss

1. When you first lose blood, it doesn't feel that bad immediately, you won't actually notice it.

2. After 10 minutes and with you moving around, you will start to feel cold like you're sweating and your muscles ache.

3. Your face feels cold and you might get something akin to a headache. This is when you feel like you want to sit down.

4. Your vision will blur before going black at the edges and your limbs start tingling.

5. With the impaired vision your body will have a hard time balancing so any attempt you make is overcompensated, making you move more than you intended or crash into wall.

6. Your pulse will increase, like you can hear the heart pounding away along with some static noise in your ears as if you're standing next to a waterfall but directly in your ears.

7. You will later feel hot and then cold again. It will be like a roller coaster.

8. Trying to move without properly resting first will make your symptoms come back twice as bad!

9. It can affect you hours after initial blood loss event!

This information has been brought to you by me donating blood and not preparing properly. Fun stuff 11/10 would recommend for the experience alone, free snacks is a win along with learning your blood type.

#writing advice #blood loss #whump #whump help #writing resources

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompt 129

Write something inspired by this concept:

Imagine a whumpee, strapped down and immobilized on a table, lying helpless in a darkened room. Weak and trembling, they can only manage a whimper of fear.

Imagine tubes connected to the veins in their arms, draining their blood away for some unknown purpose.

Imagine whumpee's blood collecting in vials that masked figures gather and remove without saying a single word.

And imagine whumpee's realization that, unless someone rescues them and soon, the extreme blood loss will surely kill them.

#whump #whump prompt #blood #drained of blood #torture #strapped down #helpless #near death #death mention #bleeding out #blood loss #fear #captivity #blackrosesprompts #whump inspiration #whump inspo #whump concept #whump idea #torture whump #human experimentation #dying #lots of blood

[celtic-crossbow]

Whumpuary Day 21-22

Prompt: Blood loss (alt)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Blood; injury; stitches

“We need to keep moving.” You panted, stumbling to one knee. You were dizzy, nauseous. Daryl’s quick reflexes and hand on your bicep kept you from toppling forward. The way he hauled you up seemed effortless. 

“Yeah, we do, but not ‘til we take care’a that.” The archer threw a hand out in gesture toward your blood soaked jeans. “Sit down ‘fore ya fall down. Again.” You pouted at him but lowered to a conveniently placed stump and presented your injured leg. When Daryl’s knife sliced through the fabric to grant him access to the tear in your flesh, you gasped indignantly.

“These were my favorite pair!”

“We’ll hold a service for ‘em when we get back.” His expression remained stoic as he worked, digging through the first aid kit for what he needed. Glancing up at your unamused face, he sighed. “Carol’ll patch ‘em. Dry your eyes.”

The stitches hurt like a bitch, but watching him care for you with such gentle touches, his tongue peeking out at times in concentration, the pain and the loss of your favorite jeans were quickly forgotten. 

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[whumpy-gems]

Trust is a hard thing to create. Which is why it hurts so bad when it’s broken.

The Worst of Evil - Episode 05

#whump #bromance #asian whump #comfort #asian male #whump community #collapse #kdrama #whump blog #the worst of evil netflix #worried #worried friends #the worst of evil #netflix the worst of evil #ep 5 #slashed #bloody face #bleeding out #blood loss #bleeding #hospital #trauma bonding #bro bonding

[sasuga-whump]

Whump list: MARS～ただ、君を愛してる～ ・MARS - Tada, Kimi wo Aishiteru

This list features the drama and movie!

Genre: High School setting, Psychological, Plot twist

Whump themes: trauma, fighting and injuries, defiant whumpee, obsessive whumper/whumpee, whumper becomes whumpee, villain whumpee

Summary: Set in a high school, Rei is an outgoing playboy with a frightening violent side from his troubled past. Kirishima, another student at the school, has a connection to Rei's violent past and enters Rei's life to try to force Rei to return to the person he used to be.

Whumpees:

Kirishima

Rei

The List:

Drama

Ep 4:

Rei - found unconscious ... ambushed, in a fight, distracted, gets beaten up, weak, concerned loved one ... "what happened to your face" ... struggling to breathe, panic attack, collapsed, concern for him, barely conscious, cradled

Ep 5:

Rei - in hospital bed ... angry, threatens assailant with a knife ... slapped

Kirishima - concerned for Rei ... threatened with a knife, "if you think you can do it then stab me", saved by Rei

Ep 6:

Rei - saves someone from being ran over, injures his arm, bloody hand

Ep 7:

Rei - bandaged arm ... recalling traumatic memories, head pain, struggling to breathe, concerned caretakers, hyperventilating, collapses into Kirishima's arms, comforted, intense panic attack

Ep 8

Rei - in bed, feverish, concerned caretaker, "I'm okay", taken care of, emotional anguish, crying

Movie

16:40 - Rei is slapped

24:10 - Rei is in a fight

35:30 - Rei is ambushed, repeatedly punched, kicked, saved by Kirishima, concern for him

55:07 - Kirishima is manhandled, thrown to the ground, "hit me", punched in the face, falls to the ground, choked, struggling to breathe, defiant, smiling, saved from being strangled, coughing, laughing hysterically, breathing heavily, stumbling and coughing

1:10:30 - Kirishima is bitten on the hand, wincing in pain

1:11:03 - Kirishima is punched, falls to ground, repeatedly kicked and punched, bloody face, crying, punched to the ground

1:13:25 - Rei is slashed with a knife

1:17:05 - Rei has his injury treated, wincing

1:25:05 - Rei is stabbed, doesn't tell his lover, collapses on her shoulder, falls unconscious, lover sees his stab wound, bleeding heavily

#whump #asian whump #whump blog #whump community #japanese whump #jwhump #japanese drama #whumplist #whump list #defiant whumpee #villain whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #beaten up #held hostage #held at knifepoint #stabbed #blood loss #bleeding #heavy breathing #struggling to breathe #panic attack #chokehold #choked #collapse #passing out #unconscious #feverish

[jasmines-library]

Blood Bag

WHUMTOBER DAY 11 - prompt: captivity.

Fandom: Supernatural.

Summary: you are captured by a group of vamps whilst on a hunt. They take their time trying to kill you, draining you of your blood in an old warehouse. For the Winchesters, it’s a race against time to reach you before something fatal happens.

Warnings: Captivity, blood, blood draining, vampires, near death experience, pain, gore.

Word count: 1.5k

MASTERLIST ⛤ WHUMPTOBER WORKS

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The door was bolted shut. Three golden padlocks sat on fat silver chains that lay across the door, strung across the frame like bunting. You stared at it from where you sat with matching locks confining you to a chair in the middle of the room like some sick form of friendship bracelet. There was no light entering the room besides the slither that managed to squeeze out from under the door and from the square window made of frosted glass on the metal door. It was what allowed you to see the glint of the metal on the door. Consisting of only thick, concrete walls ridden with rot, the room was barely 8 x 8, but with no windows you felt as though the room around you never ended.

The gag was thick in your mouth. It tasted of oil laced chemicals and dried blood. You tried to spit it out but it was tied together firmly, much like your hands and your ankles. Whoever had you was experienced and you were truly and utterly trapped.

You weren’t quite sure how it happened. One second you were on a supply run, grabbing food to bring back to the Winchesters who were cooped up in the motel, and the next there was a heavy blow to your head and you woke up here, tied helplessly to piece of furniture in the middle of who knows where unknowing of what time it was or how long you had been missing.

The locks on the chains rattled before landing in a heap on the floor and the door flung open to reveal a pale looking woman with blond hair that cascaded over her right shoulder. Something about her face was forbidding.

The blond eyed you greedily, stepping towards you. Her heels echoed in the silence of the concrete cell as she leaned in close, trailing her long nails along your jaw. You tried to pull away but weren’t very successful.

“Isn’t this a nice surprise?” She mocked. “The Winchester’s little bitch. I had to say when we saw you all alone it was far too tempting. Far too easy.”

She laughed an evil laugh as you tried to speak, only for your words to be muffled by the foul tasting gag. She reached around you and untied it. You spat it from your mouth.

“You’re a dead woman.”

She hummed, baring her teeth. They were needle-like and protruded like a thousand knives from her jaw. Vampire. “No, honey. But you will be. See, when we heard there were hunters in the area we were on high alert. We began to stock up. When you killed one of our own… well. That changed things, didn’t it? But now, oh now the tables have turned.”

She moved, stalking around the chair. Gripping your hair, she yanked your head back sharply, tilting it to the side. She pressed her face into the side of your neck breathing in the scent of your blood beneath your skin. You could feel her breath on your neck as she murmured. “We are going to have so much fun together.”

It was then that she sank her teeth into your neck. You howled, consumed by a relentless, excruciating agony. You squirmed in her grip struggling to press away, but she only sunk her teeth in deeper, eliciting another painful response. You thought you were going to black out as the blond kept draining you of your blood, almost drunk on the taste. But then, she slipped her fangs out from your skin, agonisingly slowly. When she dropped her hold on your head, it lolled against your chest. She wiped away the blood that smeared across her lips like chapstick and looked at you again with that sick smile.

“Oh, Yes.” She beamed. “They’re going to have to have so much fun with you.”

“Go fuck yourself.” You spat at her, craning your head to narrow your eyes and snarl at her.

Once again, she just laughed and moved towards the door.

“Remember to scream all you want, No one will find you here.”

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You weren’t sure how long it had been since the first woman left. Your head throbbed and your neck was sticky with your own blood. Your whole body felt weak; like someone had turned down a dial on your body to dull all of your senses. It hurt to keep your eyes open despite the darkness of the room. They felt so heavy that the idea of lifting weights seemed easier than trying to force them open.

Once the woman had left, two more vampires crept into the room. One a short man who wore a green hoodie around his waist, the other an older woman with a pinched face. You had tried to fight against them, but with your already weakened body and with the chains keeping you frozen solid, you stood no chance. And so you were subjected again to the bitter pain on their fangs as they sliced into your neck. By the time they were done and had left your neck in a bloody pulp. you had succumbed to the numbness of unconsciousness.

Unsure how you managed to drag yourself from beneath the bliss of nothingness, your eyes forced themselves open. Your neck burned as you surveyed the claustrophobic room. The chains on the door had been chucked in a pool on the floor, though the door was still sealed shut. It was almost as though they had been removed in a hurry.

A round of gunshots drew your attention to what was happening outside in the hallway. There was a loud raucous accompanied by the howling of the bloodthirsty vamps. You weren’t sure how many there were in the pack to begin with, but from the rumble on the other side of the door, you were sure they were beginning to drop like flies.

“Sam! Dea-“ your hoarse cries were cut off by a heavy hand around your mouth. The clanking of your binds stilled as you froze.

“Quiet.” He barked in a hushed tone. The figure moved to untie the chains around you. Given normal circumstances, you would have taken this as a chance to grasp the guy and gut him, but your body refused to move as your vision doubled.

He hauled you to your feet, wrapping his arm around your neck to not only support your dead weight, but to use you almost like a human shield. There was a harsh banging on the door which ceased almost as suddenly as it had started when the door came flying open. In its frame, you managed to make out the lumbering frames of the Winchester brothers equipped with machetes. Sam paled at the sight of you, kicking himself for not being able to reach you sooner, for letting you go out alone.

When they took a step forwards the grip around you tightened. The man behind you stiffened. That was when you realised he had a knife pressed to your neck.

“Ah ah.” He chided. “Not another step.”

The two brothers stopped abruptly. Dean kept his eyes fixated on the vampire before him, narrowing them to try and hide the worry within them.

“Get away from her.”

The vamp tutted. “No. I think I quite like it here.”

“We killed your nest. Not her. This is between you and us.” Sam told him.

“Hmm. I suppose.” He removed the knife from the front of you neck momentarily, but then tilted your head once again, revealing the mess of bloody flesh beneath it which caused Sam to stifle a gasp, before running the point of the blade down the side of your neck. “But I like this much more.”

You whined at the pinch on your skin, but your body had gone numb. You hated being in this position. Compromised.

“You know what I’m gonna do once I kill too and get out of here?” He hummed, trailing his finger down your open wound, collecting the blood on his finger and licking the crimson from the digit. “I’m going to keep your little friend as my own personal blood bag, drain her nice and slow so that she feels her life slipping away from her. Hunter blood on tap. What else could anyone ask for? And then, when she’s on the brink of death…I’ll turn her.”

“No!” Dean charged suddenly, catching the vamp off guard.

He stumbled backwards, his grip faltering. Without another supporting your body weight, you dropped to the floor with a sickening thud. You were barely aware of the toppling of the vamps head as your eyes dropped closed.

“Y/N?” Dean shook your shoulders firmly. He was kneeling over your limp body. “Y/N?”

You whimpered quietly.

“Open your eyes sweetheart.” Dean begged. “Please.”

He had begun to sound so far away as you drifted in and out. His voice began to morph with Sam’s as you lost sense of everything. His words began to sound like a blur of noise, until eventually, you drifted far enough away that you stopped hearing them at all.

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getting a bloody nose as an angst/whump writer sometimes means watching blood drip into the sink taking mental notes of how fresh blood looks on porcelain (i just get them sometimes I'm fine)

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Can’t remember if I’ve posted this one before is possible reupload sorry

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Whumpee’s blood grants wishes.

There’s also superstition in their world about good things coming from hardship and that people must earn all good things, so Whumpee’s captor has people cut up Whumpee themselves, trying to make it as painful as possible for Whumpee so their wishes have a higher chance of coming true.

Whumpee knows this is all bullshit since they used to safely and relatively painlessly give blood to their friends and family before they were captured, and those wishes came out fine.

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Whump Snippet Saturday #21

"Are you hurt? Whose blood is that?", whumpee asks, panicking and eyes widened. Trembling hands start searching for the cause of all that blood on caretaker's shirt, but the other just tries to calm them down.

"I am not injured. Whumpee ... Kid, just listen. I am not injured," caretaker insists and cups their face between their hands. Whumpee pulls their hands away and follows caretaker's worried eyes, finally seeing the real cause of all that blood.

"Oh," whumpee mutters when the pain finally catches up to their brain, the adrenaline of seeing caretaker now leaving their body. They hear caretaker talk to them, but are already losing consciousness.

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