#kidnap whump

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee wakes up, immediately realizing they can't move. They're gagged and blindfolded, their wrist and feet are tightly bound with duct tape.

Whumpee panics, muffling a series of scared noises. No one tells them to be quoit or to stop, so they keep getting more and more frantic-

Finally, a voice speaks in front of them "Don't make me regret not putting you in the trunk.

#whump #whumpee #whumper #kidnapped whumpee #whump prompt #kidnap prompt #bound whumpee #gagged and bound #whump idea #kidnap whump #whump prompts #whump angst #controlling whumper

[whumptea]

the sluttiest thing a whumper can do is wrap their arm around whumpees torso mid-escape attempt and growl a low “oh, no you don’t…” in their ear.

#whump blog #whump #whumpee #whumper #whump community #whump prompt #whump writing #kidnap whump #whump scenario #creepy whumper #whump scenes #whump ideas #intimate whumper #whump dialogue #whump tropes #whump things

[whumpbees]

Thinking fondly about the moment of capture. That moment of restraints clicking shut, of Whumpee trying to move and not. Or maybe multiple kinds of restraints - feeling as their freedom diminishes, as they can struggle less and less <3

#whump #honey posts #whump prompt #whumpee #restrained whump #kidnap whump

[whumpy-wyrms]

so scared and helpless

#no idea what this is i just got a burst of inspiration #my guy is not having a good time #i’m soooo tired #this wasn’t originally gonna be dew but it looks like him anyway #dew oc #whump art #my art #tllr art #knives #knife #scared whumpee #whumpee #whumper #whump #whumpblr #whump blog #whump community #captive whumpee #sadistic whumper #kidnapped whumpee #kidnap whump #captivity whump #fearplay

[crowzwhump]

Tw: Vampire Whump | Vampire Whumper | Kidnapping | Noncon Vampire Feeding | Stalking (let me know if I need to add any!)

The city was bathed in the soft glow of the full autumns moon hung high in the sky, the soft glow of streetlights, casting long, eerie shadows across the empty sidewalks.

In this urban labyrinth, Whumpee, a young and unsuspecting individual, hurried through the narrow alleyways, unaware that they were being stalked by a predator of the darkest kind.

Whumper, a modern vampire with a taste for the thrill of the chase, had spotted Whumpee earlier in a bustling cafe, their heart racing as they sensed the sweet aroma of innocence that clung to their chosen prey.

As Whumpee turned the corner, they were startled to find themselves face to face with Whumper, who had been lurking in the shadows, just out of sight, now stepped into the dim light, a charming smile playing on their lips.

"Lost, are we?" Whumper purred, their voice as seductive as a siren's song.

They moved closer, their eyes locking onto Whumpee's, holding them in a captivating gaze.

Whumpee, disoriented and slightly flustered by the sudden encounter, stammered, "I… I wasn't expecting to run into anyone here."

The Whumper's smile widened.

"Well Fate has a funny way of bringing people together, Doesn't it?" they mused.

"In fact, I could use your help with something. You see, I'm looking for a particular place, and I seem to have lost my way. Would you be so kind as to assist me?"

Whumpee hesitated, their guard slowly lowering in the presence of the charismatic stranger.

"I suppose I could help you find your way," they replied cautiously.

Whumper's smile only grew, "Wonderful!" They said, "I do appreciate your kindness, truley."

As Whumpee turned their attention to giving directions, the Whumper's predatory instincts sharpened as the conversation continued, their words a hypnotic melody that dulled Whumpee's senses.

But as Whumpee's back was turned, Whumper finally saw their opportunity.

In a swift and shocking move, the vampire lunged forward, wrapping their cold, strong arms around Whumpee.

"W-what are you--!?" Whumpee gasped in surprise, the realization of their peril sinking in too late.

"You're too trusting, my dear," Whumper whispered, their breath sending shivers down Whumpee's spine. "But don't worry; I promise to make this encounter unforgettable."

Terror seized Whumpee's heart as they felt the fangs graze softly their neck, Their eyes widened while their breath quickening as panic set in.

"No, please, don't!" Whumpee begged, their voice quivering with fear. "I'll do anything, just let me go!"

"Anything, you say? How intriguing," Whumper purred, their grip tightening around Whumpee's trembling form pulling them closer against them. "But I'm afraid it's too late for negotiations, my dear."

Whumpee's breaths came in ragged gasps as they struggled to comprehend the nightmare they had been pulled into.

"What… what are you?" they stammered, tears welling up in their eyes.

The Whumper leaned in, their lips brushing against Whumpee's earlobe, sending a shiver of dread down their spine.

"I'm a creature of the night," Whumper hissed, their tone both seductive and menacing. "A vampire, if you will, and you, my dear, are about to become part of my world."

Tears streamed down Whumpee's face as they whispered, "P-please, there mm-must be another w-way. I don't ww-want to die."

The Whumper's eyes gleamed with an unholy hunger as they gazed into Whumpee's tear-filled eyes.

"Oh, you misunderstand me," They murmured. "I won't let you die. No, I intend to keep you alive, to make you my Blood Bag."

With a gentle but firm grip, Whumper lifted Whumpee's chin, exposing the pale, vulnerable curve of their throat while the moonlight danced upon the delicate skin, emphasizing the pulsing vein beneath.

As Whumpee's trembling body was held firmly in the Whumper's grasp, the vampire's fangs pierced their delicate skin.

A sharp, exquisite pain shot through Whumpee, followed by an intense sensation of pleasure that was impossible to resist.

Whumper's venomous saliva mixed with Whumpee's blood, igniting a euphoria that left them weak at the knees.

Whumper fed with a calculated rhythm, their lips pressed against the wound, their tongue dancing over the puncture marks, savoring every drop, and as the first drops of blood touched the their tongue, a shiver of pleasure coursed through their body.

Whumper's hand, cool and gentle, caressed Whumpee's cheek, guiding their face to the side to allow for better access to their throbbing vein.

The Vampire's tongue flicked over the wound, lapping up the crimson nectar that flowed from Whumpee's neck.

The taste was intoxicating, like the finest vintage wine, all while whumpee's heartbeat echoed in their ears, the rhythm of their life force lulling the Whumper into a hypnotic trance.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as Whumper fed, savoring every drop of precious life essence.

Whumpee's breaths grew shallow, and their vision blurred, the world around them fading into obscurity.

Finally, once Whumpee's body had grown frail and their breaths dangerously shallow, Whumper withdrew, their lips stained crimson.

They watched with a cruel satisfaction as Whumpee slumped forward, unconscious and utterly helpless.

With a predatory grace, Whumper gathered Whumpee's limp form into their arms their pulse had grown feeble, and their body had become a mere vessel, emptied of life.

Whumper's eyes glittered with triumph as they turned away from the moonlit alley, disappearing into the night with their newfound Blood Bag.

#vampire whump #vampire feeding #vampiric whump #kidnapping tw #stalking tw #noncon vampire feeding tw #seductive whumper #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #whumpee #whump writing #whump prompt #kidnap whump #supernatural whump #whump idea #whump inspiration #vampire whumper #human whumpee #nonhuman whump #nonhuman whumper #whump community #whump blog #whumpblr

[lesbianwriter]

Villain had created a stable life.

She had a career, a place to rest her head, a home. Everything that she had thought was unreachable before was in her hands. She didn’t have to cower in fear at the back of a dirty cell, and she didn’t have to scrounge for scraps of food or beg for her wounds to be taken care of.

For once, she could sleep on a soft bed instead of a stone floor. There was always food in her fridge…and under her bed, when she still felt as if she had to store it in case the worst happened.

But it had been years since she was in that place, and now she could be happy.

Or so she thought.

Her entire body froze when she saw Supervillain.

“Ah, pet, it’s been such a long time.” Supervillain smiled, her teeth glinting like fangs in the light of the fireplace. “Thought you escaped?”

“I—I—“ Villain could hear her heartbeat pumping in her ears.

“Come. Sit.” Supervillain patted the space next to her. “Well, first you should set your stuff down. Then we’re going to chat. I even made tea.”

“N-no.” Villain gasped, taking a step back and reaching for the door.

It was wrong.

It was all wrong.

She escaped; she had forged her own path and had torn herself away from her past. Each agonizing day that she continued to climb had only led to this?! What had she wasted for this to be the only outcome? Her blood, sweat and tears had gone into creating a stable life—a foundation she could rely on—and it all came crashing down like a house of cards the moment Supervillain came in and blew on it.

“Don’t touch that door.” Supervillain stood up.

Wincing, Villain let her hand drop and stood, shaking, as she felt Supervillain get closer.

Smirking, Supervillain grabbed onto Villain with a cold hand, and then turned her victim around to wrap her arms around. A black widow encasing its meal in silk.

Villain choked on a muffled cry.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re coming back to where you belong.” Supervillain cooed mockingly, a sickeningly saccharine tone dripping off her lips. She pushed Villain’s face closer to her body. “My, you haven’t grown at all since we were last together, pet. Do you think it’ll take a long time to retrain you?”

Floral perfume suffocated Villain.

She knew the scent well—she smelled it every time that Supervillain would open up her creaky cell door to torture her; she smelled it in her nightmares, or when she was alone in the house and worried that her old torturer might show up behind her and drag her right back to where she was before.

All those times before the fear seemed silly—who would be afraid of a scent?—but now that Villain was nearly being choked by it, and the reality that Supervillain was here, the fear came rushing back like a tsunami.

“P-please.” Villain fought. “I have a life now. I—please don’t do this. Please.”

“All this begging brings me back.” Supervillain pulled away, holding Villain by the shoulders, looking down with a teasing smile at the shorter form. “Beg on your knees.”

Shaking, Villain lowered to her knees and bowed her head down, hair falling in her face. It was short. After her captivity, it had been long, damaged, and tangled. So she cut it. Saved herself some time, and felt that she had a choice over herself for once.

“Please, Supervillain—I won’t get in your way. Ever. I swear. I—I’ll pay you, or—or—“

Supervillain put a finger to Villain’s lips. “Now, pet, why do you think I’d want your silly little dollars? Do you even know how much a person is worth?” Languidly, she lowered down to a crouch and moved her hand to grab Villain by the jaw. “You’re coming back to me. I let you have your fun, but that makes tearing you away from it so much more exciting for me.”

“Wait!” Villain cried.

Her mind spun for ideas.

“What, pet?”

“I can find a replacement!” She blurted. “Someone new—someone who will be more enjoyable to break! Please! I—I’ll get you someone.”

“You’d do that?” Supervillain laughed. “My, my. You’ve taken an evil turn, pet.” She stood up, leaving the kneeling Villain on the floor. “I’ll be back in two hours. If you don’t have someone by then, or you get the foolish idea to run again, then I will break you beyond what you believe possible. And there’ll be no mistakes this time.”

Mockingly, she patted Villain on the head and opened the door.

Villain trembled on the floor for a long time.

Everything was on the line for her and she was supposed to condemn somebody to the same fate that she had suffered.

The truly terrible thing was that she knew exactly who to do that to.

Hero.

#whump #villain whumpee #supervillain x villain #hero x villain #pet whump #intimate whumper #kidnap whump #my writing

[whump-allthe-way]

“i think what whumpee means is-“

“stop.”

“whumpee-“

“no. i can speak for myself, caretaker. i said what i said;” their gaze never shifts from whumper’s, cold and empty. “fuck off, you worthless bastard.”

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[short-form-whump]

The Whumpee sits in a chair, their hands and ankles cuffed to loose chains that don’t keep them still but do keep them in the room. They don’t lift their head when the Whumper walks into the room, having long since learned that most of what the Whumper does or says to them is just pure, unadulterated bait. The Whumper drags their own chair over, the legs dragging across the floor loudly in the concrete room. They sit down and take a few minutes to just study the Whumpee. “I changed the soil on my houseplant,” the Whumper says casually. The Whumpee still looks down. “Took it out, yanked it out by the roots, rinsed them, and put it back in the pot. In some new dirt. And a new pot, for that matter.” The Whumpee tries to ignore them but can’t help but listen. They almost smile at picturing the Whumper acting so domestically as to tend to a plant. “But I’ll tell you,” the Whumper continues. “That little houseplant did not like that new pot. Not one bit. In fact that little houseplant started to wilt in its new pot. It can barely lift a leaf. Even though it has new soil and more room to grow.” The Whumper lowers their head and tries to meet the downward gaze of the Whumpee. The room is quiet between the Whumper’s words. “Sometimes we don’t know what’s good for us, do we, my little houseplant?” The Whumper’s last words land roughly in the Whumpee’s mind. A fire is lit in them. They stand suddenly in their chair and charge at the Whumper, who simply backs away playfully until the raging Whumpee reaches the end of their chains and is tugged backward. The Whumper’s face is inches from the panting and straining Whumpee’s as they just keep provoking them. “Don’t want to be called a houseplant?” they ask. “Then don’t act like one.”

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[sheepthesmallchicken]

TW:BLOOD

Stalkers delight

It seems Garrett has a little stalker. Hopefully he makes it out alive~

#whump #guyindistress #whump art #gid #kidnapped whumpee #oc #whump scenario #whumpee #kidnap whump #stalker #obsessive love #tw blood

[jordanstrophe]

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

The scent of gasoline was overwhelming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[whumptea]

dehumanize your whumpees!! put cigarettes out on their bruised skin. make them eat days-old food. carve degrading and insulting words into their skin. give them expired medicine. keep them chained to the wall by a leash and collar that’s too tight and barely gives them any room for movement. make them ask for permission before speaking or standing or breathing. dehumanize your whumpees. <3

#whump blog #whump #whumpee #whumper #whump community #whump prompt #kidnap whump #whump scenario #whump writing #creepy whumper #whump ideas #whump scenes #intimate whumper #whump dialogue #dialogue prompt #writing dialogue #whump tropes #whump things

[whumpbees]

Whumpees getting taken from public spaces <3

In areas with lots of people, so much noise and so many eyes to notice- Surely, nobody could take them from such an open space? But,

When whumper's hand comes over their mouth and drags them into their car, nobody notices a thing.

#whump #honey posts #whump prompt #whumpee #whumper #kidnap whump #public whump

[whumpy-wyrms]

whumpee who’s supposed to be dead, but was kidnapped by whumper instead. maybe whumper faked whumpee’s death, or maybe whumpee did die but whumper is a necromancer and brought them back to life, and replaced their body with a fake. whatever could’ve happened, nobody else knows that whumpee is alive and trapped with whumper.

there are no missing posters, no news reports, no search for the beloved whumpee because they’re legally dead. whumper taunts whumpee by making them watch their own funeral, or visit their own grave. whumpee is stuck with whumper knowing that nobody is looking for them or would ever find them because everyone thinks their body is buried deep underground.

#perhaps this is based on silas and aspen. perhaps #wyrms whumps #whump prompt #whump blog #whump tropes #whump prompts #whump idea #whump #whumper #whumpee #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump community #captivity whump #kidnap whump #death mention

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Meeting Kai

Credit and big thanks to @deckofaces for inspiring how Kai and Y/N met! (Note- y/f/c= your favorite color)

Kai Masterlist

              Y/N swam between schools of fish, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Any magical object, maybe something to wish on; she wasn’t sure what to look for, but she was desperate enough to look anyway. Since being cursed, she would turn into a mermaid anytime she touched water. That included a shimmering, y/f/c tail, webbed ears, and little scales peppered sparsely across her body. Her mer form was beautiful, but it was a hassle at best, even if it did include the ability to breathe underwater.

              Y/N was so focused on treasure hunting that she didn’t notice the shadow forming over her until it was too late. Y/N looked up just as a net descended beneath the surface. Her and the schools of fish began to swim in evasive patterns. Their efforts were in vain, however; the fish were caught immediately, and Y/N with them. Y/N struggled to get out of the net, but her tail and arms had gotten tangled in it during her efforts to escape. Y/n could do nothing but struggle and wait for the net to get hauled up out of the water.

              Within moments, she was hauled on deck of a pirate ship. The fish around her flopped helplessly in the net. Y/N got smacked in the face several times by their fins.

              “Good work men,” a voice echoed, “we’ll be able to fetch a fair price for these at port.”

              Fishermen. Hopefully they were the benevolent type.

              Y/N yelped as the net was dragged across the ground.

              “Wait,” the voice said, “what is that?”

              The net stopped moving, and Y/N was uncomfortably aware that she was being watched. A young man stood over her, a grin on his face.

              “Hello there,” he said, “what have we here?”

              “Um, hello,” Y/N said sheepishly.

              Y/N tried to wave, but the net tangled around her arms made that difficult.

              “Hehe,” Y/N laughed nervously, “I was just passing by when your net caught me. I don’t suppose you could…?”

              Y/N looked down at the tangled mess for emphasis. The fisherman blinked, then laughed.

              “Of course, little fish,” he said, “hold still.”

              The fisherman dragged Y/N to the center of the deck, then pulled out a knife. He cut through the ropes, being careful not to hurt Y/N.

              “Thank you,” Y/N said, “thank you very much.”

              “It’s no trouble at all,” the fisherman said, “my name is Kai, what might you be called?”

              “I’m Y/N,” Y/N answered, “now if you could just throw me back, I’ll be out of your hair.”

Kai smiled. He wordlessly slid an arm under Y/N’s tail and another behind her back, lifting her up in a bridal carry. Y/N tried to ignore how Kai’s men gawked at her as he carried her, not to the ship’s railing, but to the captain’s cabin.

              “Wait, where are we going!?” Y/N asked, “you have to throw me back!”

              “But we’ve only just met, little fish,” Kai said, “it would be rude to leave without getting to know each other first. Not that I’ll be letting you leave, but the point still stands.”

              “What!?”

              “As captain of Calypso’s Wrath, I am responsible for managing all of the treasure we collect. And you are certainly the finest addition to the collection.”

Calypso’s Wrath? That did not sound like a fisherman’s ship.

              “Y-you,” Y/N gulped, “you’re not a fisherman, are you?”

Kai looked down at Y/N and laughed out loud.

              “What a naïve little thing you are,” Kai said, “I am Kai Nelson, the captain of the most feared pirate ship this side of the globe.”

              As Kai spoke, he set Y/N down in a large, glass tank filled with water.

              “I was going to use this to house rare species of fish,” Kai explained, “but you’re more valuable than anything else I could catch.”

              “Please,” Y/N said, sitting up so that her upper half poked out of the tank, “let me go. I haven’t done anything to you, I’m nothing of value-”

              A backhanded slap tore across Y/N’s face faster than she could perceive it.

              “Nothing of value?” Kai said darkly, “I’ll be the judge of that. I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself with any lesser treatment than you deserve. Understand?”

              Y/N nodded with wide eyes, rubbing the side of her face.

              “Alas, little treasure, I must leave you for now,” Kai said, “the men get rowdy without instruction you know.”

Kai left the room, closing the cabin door behind him. The reality of Y/N’s situation sunk in and tears welled in her eyes. Y/N would cry for a good long while before the beginnings of an escape plan would form in her mind.

ko-fi

tags:  @mythixmagic @infinityshadows @fishtale88 @thelazywitchphotographer @the-beasts-have-arrived @princessofonwardsworld

#yandere pirate #mer darling #mer whumpee #pirate whumper #whumper x whumpee #yandere community #hurt/comfort #yandere whump #kidnapping #backhanded slap #writing #writeblr #creative writing #writing community #creative writing community #mermaids #mer whump #whump community #kidnap whump #kai x reader #yandere x reader #reader whump #fem reader #female reader #oc x reader #yandere oc x reader

[catnykit]

𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 #𝟙 𝔸 ℙ𝕆𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔼𝕍𝕀𝕃

𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠 𓃬𓃠

AHJSOWNXOQNIXNQ I CANT BELIVE I'LL FINALLY WRITE ABOUT MY OWN CHARACTERS AAAAAAA

TY ALL MUTUALS AND PEOPLE TO INSPIRE ME TO DO THAT

THIS IS JUST A BLOOD LOSS WHUMP DRAFT,BUT WHO CARES AAAAAAA

pls tell me if you want to be tagged for more stuff like this idk

Word count: 1674

𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠

Warnings

;Suicide/suicide attempt

Blood loss

Torture hints/mentions

✨️Trauma,Of course

Mourning(????? Mild mourning???

Self hatred

Major character death :)

All warnings happen almost randomly,But not immediatly,Like— I gotta first explain and then the fuss happens you know

𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿 𓁹 𓁿 𓁹

The dizzness was starting to became hard to ignore

Damm,It was expected,You cant lock yourself in the bathroom after accidentally torturing an innocent and then go free like nothing

Well,In her defense,Carmen did not knew that liam was innocent

Now she was the monster here,Isnt she? She had good meanings,The suspect's actions were too much to get ignored by the police Even if she was there,All by herself,She could still hearing her friend's cries that night....

She didnt know what happen in the woods until she saw wesley,Her best friend,Cover in a blanket while sitting in the border of an ambulance

They were shaking,All bloody.Carmen couldnt let the things like that!! Since childhood carmen was told she was 'way too impulsive' And why would they care?! She only did what was needed

Blood didnt stop coming as the yells didnt stopped. They wanted her to go out of the bathroom. Now.

Of course,The needed was to kidnap liam and torture them just like he did with wesley....

So one good day,She grab choloform and kidnap him in the middle of the night

How fun!,Guts,Blood,Burns,And a little syringue to make sure they dont pass out

The begs where even more satisfactory considering that,It was probabily how wesley beg in liam's hands,he deserve it!

What was not fun Was the call....

After being done with liam,And without any more ideas She decided to call wesley!,Yay!

Little problem,She did not tell wesley anything about her little plan ....Carmen was sure they would accept no matter what.

Or maybe she fogot it? In all the rage?

Staying awake was hard,Breathing was hard. She deserved it thought. They were always right and this wasnt the exception.

or Atleast thats why she throught

It didnt matter now

God,Wesley was mad.

So,So mad :(

And they had the right to be it! It was the wrong person!! Carmen is the heartless monster In here.....Atleast that was Wes said.....

"B-But I did it for.... you!"

"YOU'RE A MONSTER— I CANT BELIVE SOMEONE CAN BE THIS...TORTUROUS!"

God,And they used to be friends

Dear fucking God,It was truth....

Liam was aslo bleeding out,Atleast kind of

Carmen was so careless that she sewed up the wound with the first Thing she found,It wouldnt last forever

But the diference is that wesley was there for him

Such a backstabbed!,Or was she?

Did it care anyway?

Why was wesley yelling at her to get out?

Why did they wanted her alive?

Wesley was just there,Outside the bathroom,Trying to get who was once his friend out,For their own fucking sake

Liam was still there too,Watching quietly the blood stain the floor under the bathroom's door;All while squirming slighty In pain

The sedatives of the first aid kit did barely anything,Atleast he wasnt crying

Wesley was scared too,Goddamit,They were way too scared of anything that happen

Why the fuck did they told carmen about it? Knowing how she was?

It didnt matter now,They went mad and they know it.

They aslo knew that she was way too sensitive for reasons that they told eachother on countless outings to eat, walks, just being together

The worst part it was how close they were from eachother,And how that somewhat end in this absolute Mess

Now wesley has to cope with Not one,But two persons bleeding out.

Why do they always need to be so rude?

They felt way too guilty too

Guilty about the person in the couch who didnt hurt them,But everyone thought against it because they say "He look similar"

Well,They didnt know it was gonna end like this.

They didnt know how Mad carmen was for someone hurting them

How much Rage in order to find someone to blame

It wasnt till then that they noticed The stain that they relized it. All the restroom was quiet since they kick the door open to the basment And find their best friend torturing an innocent person,Liam They didnt think carmen could do this and yet? It was there Just there And the worst part its that All was Her fault,Thats what she thought. Carmen was alredy blood-stained when she run upstairs trying to hide from wesley,Who didnt stop yelling at her how much of an horrible person she was And in part,It was right,The problem is that She alredy knew that. She alredy knew that So when wesley saw the blood under the door,open the damm bathroom door, He wasnt ready. He had to leave liam just to... Just to see it? How one of the most important persons in his life was laying om a pool of her own blood.

Well,She regret it.

How do you deal with the thought that you're a monster who deserved to be put down?

Its not like somebody would care anyway,Is not like they would care anyway

by this point,The blood lossed was enough to just

Pass out

Wesley was terryfied. Standing there,In the bathroom door....

Liam was still laying on the couch,In pain after Everything that carmen put them throught horryfing torture...

How was they supposed to fix this?

Was it any way to do it,Was it possible?

And now they were crying.Over the dying figure of someone who tried to be a good person And failed.

𓃠 𓃬𓃠

Carmen was...confusing

A year ago,They were the one in an ambulance

And they werent that...bad

wesley remembered how bad it was... They remember a strong hand dragging them to the white van They do remember the pain,They got beat up and starved But that was nothing compared to what carmen did to liam

What was most heartbreaking it was that there was no "villian" to blame

The ones who actually kidnap them were in fact,An entire gang.

They got confused following instructions and end up getting the wrong guy

Wesley

The gang promised them that,If they didnt say a word they would free them and never meet agaim

Wesley accepted

And now they're here

With two people on the ambulance

All because they didnt talk...and because carmen went insane

was it her fault tho?? Wanting revengue for her friend??

Was it wesley's fault? They were too focused on trying to keep liam alive they didnt notice when carmen— ... Carmen was only concern. It was her fault the way she decided to be ruthless about it But she didnt deserve...death. She thought she did tho That was wesley's fault.

Wesley was shocked when carmen,Practically drunk called him to say to him that she kidnap one of the suspect and gut him alive.

And other unspeakable stuff that left Liam way more broken than Wesley. All in one night.

The second worst night!— who would guess it...

Wesley tried to get an first aid kit being on the restroom, trying to atleast help liam

Even so,They did not measure their words....

Carmen felt hurt. Attacked,Even so!

by a Friend. That she thought she could trust... But could she? They instead called her inhuman and disgusting Because? Just for wanting revengue? Camen felt alredy sick when she lock the bathroom door and got left alone with her thoughts... Thoughts that didnt stop ominously chanting what wesley said. Liam was innocent you heartless monster.

Liam was innocent.

Liam was fucking innocent

All this time it was wrong

Because liam. Was. Innocent.

There was no one to blame more than the monster that looked back in the mirror The monster that did all of that to an innocent person The monster that cried while hearing who was supposed to be their friend yell at her for all that she has done Nothing but a fox that deserved to be put down

She was gonna get killed anyway,If she didnt do it,The police would.

So...she did it

Eventually wesley give up and just stay,Trying to keep liam alive

Wesley thought that carmen would just hide in the bathroom

The police would kick the door open and all would be over

Carmen felt backstabbed.

Wesley wouldnt even care,Probabily.

He did.

He did when they understood that it went more far than that....

She was dying. Atleast liam was stable She wasnt. Wheb the ambulance finally arrived to the place,Wesley finally got to open the door snd rushed to her The cuts in the wrist were too deep. Too bad. While he tried to hold on her,To just try to stop the bleeding and made her sit up,To just have a last moment!... She lean in his ear whispered with hatred,Her voice straned because of the blooe loss

:"Hypocrite."

the whisper of the devil. A self-proclaimed demon

Wesley was destroyed

Liam was healing

And carmen died. That very night,Commited suicide

All because wesley went mad. All because they didnt say a word

All because carmen was impulsive,And ruthless

All the pain for revengue,All the death for guilt

All for nothing at all.

𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠 𓁹𓃠

YAYYYYYYYY I FINISH IT

TYSM ALL OF U

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i gotta admiiit this wasnt what I had in mind buuut...again is just a draft sooo

Yeah

This is literally the First one

If

If this gets 10 notes or something imma start the next

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[lesbianwriter]

I heard you were in need of requests… how about a jealous villain kidnapping Civilian to have her all to herself? Bonus points if Civilian was originally in a relationship with Hero.

Yes, thank you! Personally, I am a sucker for when a villain kidnaps a civilian. I also love when a hero and villain fight over a civilian too.

Lovesick

“Shh, it’s okay.” Villain smoothed Civilian’s hair.

Civilian struggled to speak, her tongue heavy from the drugs. A strained whimper left her throat. “No. Please.”

Her head swam.

Villain pressed a kiss to Civilian’s forehead. “Why would you want to leave me? You’re mine, darling. I’ll treat you good—I promise.” Her hands moved down the small of Civilian’s back, sending shivers rolling down her captive’s spine. “I love you.”

Her head swam as she tried to make sense of the situation. Only a few snippets of the previous events were a clear image in her mind. The rest? A scrambled mess. Puzzles pieces strewn everywhere. What she did remember is Villain; Villain holding a knife to her throat and whispering about loving her. Naturally, Civilian had resisted. Hero was her girlfriend. Villain had broken into her home. But Villain had poked a syringe into her neck and the next moment she was on a bed that wasn’t her own.

Her muscles strained under the ache. “Hero.” She gasped, squeezing her eyes tight. “I want Hero.”

The grip on her body became harsh. “Don’t say her name.” Civilian cried out, and the touch became gentle again. Loving. Tenderly, Villain’s hands trailed up to Civilian’s face and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. It was a twisted act of affection; a sick attempt at comfort. “It’s okay. You’re still drugged. When you wake up, then we can talk more. Okay?”

Civilian barely shook her head. The movement was so faint that even Villain didn’t notice it as she pulled away.

The lights flicked off, and Civilian shivered again, a fresh wave of nausea gutting her from the inside out. A pressure was pushing at the back of her throat. A tight pressure that made her feel like she was running out of oxygen every strained breath she took.

She was going to vomit.

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