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losthavenmine · 6 months
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Whumptober 2023 Day 9 || Betrayal
Gladiator (2000)
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aceofwhump · 6 months
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Day 10: Alternate Prompt: Drugging
White Collar 5x04 | 9-1-1 Lone Star 4x04 | BBC Sherlock 3x01 | Lucifer 2x16 | NCIS 1x20 | Warehouse 13 3x07 | MacGyver 1x11 | The Mentalist 5x02 | Murdoch Mysteries 9x18 | Leverage: Redemption 1x09
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whumpypepsigal · 5 months
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Whumptober 2023 | No. 23
Alternative prompt: Lab Rat
Thor (2011): “You took me for a purpose, what was it? Tell me!” — “I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace... through you. But those plans no longer matter.”
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lost-shoe · 1 year
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Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier
Whumptober 2022
No. 10 ALT PROMPT: DAZED AND CONFUSED
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journen · 1 year
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For the @whumptober alt prompt “carried to safety”
Here’s Obi carrying an injured Cody. Usually it’s the other way around, so I wanted Obi-Wan to be carrying Cody hahahah. These two have had a rough battle!
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celtic-crossbow · 6 months
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Whumptober 2023
No. 14 Water inhalation | No. 20 Blanket | No. 23 Shaking
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (platonic to relationship)
Setting: Alexandria (pre-commonwealth)
Warnings: Injuries/Illness (temperature induced), CPR, Smut
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One minute, he was there. The next, he was gone. 
You and Daryl had been traipsing through the snow for hours. The storm was supposed to be days away, so when Eugene had evidence of a large storage facility up the mountain that could contain food and weapons for the remaining communities, of course Daryl volunteered to check it out. Which meant you were going by default. 
Everything had been going well before the snow started to fall. Daryl had been nonplussed about it and refused to turn back. You had already been hiking for two days. When the white blanket was up to your shins, you could see the lines of worry etched on his face but he said nothing other than you were closer to the facility than to Hilltop. The two of you could take shelter there and wait it out. 
That had been a few hours ago. Now, walkers were reaching out of the snow, tripping you up and snapping at your ankles. Some were beginning to freeze but still moving, albeit slowly. Your knife sank into another skull, the hold on your foot falling away. Daryl had trudged ahead to take care of the lone corpse still on its feet. The wind was too hard for his crossbow to be accurate. You couldn’t afford to waste the bolts. 
You kicked the rotted hand away from your foot and looked up ahead of you, squinting to see through the near whiteout. “Daryl?” There was no sign of him or the walker. “Daryl!” You called a bit louder, knowing he probably couldn’t hear you over the howling gusts. ‘Where the hell did he go?’ A tendril of worry began to take root in your gut as you dragged your heavy legs toward where you had seen him heading. There was something on the ground and you wondered if he had dropped the walker and moved ahead to scout. 
As you drew nearer, your heart stopped. What you were seeing was a hole in the snow…and Daryl’s crossbow teetering on the edge. 
“No. No, no, no!” You began peeling off your pack and your weapons, dropping to your knees at the edge of the ice with caution. It hadn’t held Daryl’s weight when combined with that of a walker. Your gloved fingers collected his weapon and tossed it back toward where you left your own. “Daryl!” The water was black, unmoving. It felt like the mountain herself was telling you she had claimed your best friend, leaving you to stare into the void that had taken him from you. 
The mountain didn’t seem to know you at all. 
You grabbed the flashlight from the side pocket of your pack, holding it in your mouth while you stripped out of your jacket, gloves, and hat. Not giving yourself enough time to think twice, you dove in. The water was a shock to your system, so cold that it burned and you felt like your eyes would freeze in their sockets. But you couldn’t dwell, you couldn’t stop. The clock was ticking for you both. 
You spotted the walker first. Daryl’s knife was still in its skull as it sank lower than the beam of your flashlight could reach. You spun in the water, feeling the fatigue and cold seep into your muscles. You couldn’t stay much longer and the knowledge made your chest hurt. 
He wasn’t moving when you spotted him, sinking slowly just as the walker had been. Like a corpse. By the time you reached him, you weren’t sure you could still get you both out of the water. But that would never stop you from trying. You hooked an arm around his chest and began the ascent when you realized you couldn’t see the opening you had dove into! 
Panic gripped you when your hand met ice. We’re both going to die down here. Thankfully, luck seemed to be on your side for this part at the very least. Just a few feet further, your hand pushed out of the water and into frigid air. You wasted no time in breaching the surface, Daryl’s name on your lips before you could even drag in your first breath. His wet hair was plastered to his face, but there was no time to assess him now. You needed to get you both out. 
Getting the archer far enough out of the water to keep him from sliding back in while you climbed out yourself almost took what energy you had left. Somehow, you managed. Fear of the ice not holding the two of you was tingling at the edge of your thoughts but your number one priority laid unmoving beside you. 
“Daryl?” You said his name with urgency, brushing away his hair to find his skin the palest you’ve ever seen, lips so blue that they appeared to be purple. “Fuck!” You weren’t that knowledgeable in CPR but you knew the basics and just had to pray it would be enough. 
Tilting his head back, you pinched his nose and placed your mouth over his, forcing five rescue breaths into his frozen, starving lungs. Compressions came next, difficult to do adequately when you were shivering so hard that you thought your bones may rattle apart below your skin. 
You couldn’t lose Daryl. You had figured that out long ago, back on the Greene farm. Something about his rough and jagged edges pulled you closer to him, not something he had been happy about, mind you. But as the months passed, you watched him soften. Not just toward you, but in general. He was your person, whether or not he ever returned those feelings. You wanted nothing but to see him happy, even if it wasn’t with you. Whatever it took to keep him in your life. 
That same sentiment applied now. 
“Come on, b-b-breathe for m-me!” Two more breaths and then back to compressions. You felt tears sting your eyes, knowing they would freeze on your face if they fell. “Please, Daryl.” Just as you pinched his nose and leaned in for the next breath, his back arched weakly and water gurgled within his throat. 
You were quick to roll him to his side, not sure where you summoned the strength when you felt so incredibly tapped out. When water gushed out of his mouth and allowed for a series of gasping coughs, you let your head fall against his bicep, your free hand rubbing and patting his back. 
“That’s it. That’s g-g-good. Just k-keep breathing.” You sat there for a few moments, both of you shaking hard enough to disturb the snow around you. You weren’t sure what to do next. You knew that removing your clothes had to wait since the layer of water in them would help insulate your bodies for at least a few minutes. You needed shelter. And fast. Or when they sent a team up the mountain, it would be to find you and Daryl and put you down instead of gathering supplies. “W-W-We’ve gotta m-move. Are y-y-you with me?”
“Mmmmm’h-h-h-here.”
You allowed yourself only a second to give thanks to whatever deity might exist that you were able to hear his voice. That you were able to bring him back to life. Now, you needed to keep him alive. God, you needed to keep both of you alive. You slipped on your jacket, hat, and gloves and grabbed everything, including the extra weight of his crossbow. 
“W-W-We have to g-get out of the w-weather. B-B-Build a fire.” He didn’t answer but you didn’t have time to grow concerned. He rolled deeper onto his side to get his hands underneath himself and began to push himself up. You knew there was no way he could manage without you, so you didn’t even let him try. Every moment was a moment closer to death. 
You slipped your hands under each of his arms and helped haul him upright. The archer swayed on his feet before curling inward with a miserable noise you could barely hear. With your small arms around him, you began trekking through the snow with careful steps. There was no way of knowing if you were on solid ground. 
By your calculations, it had been about 45 minutes since Daryl had first fallen into the water. You knew nothing about hypothermia, but his skin was still dastardly pale, his lips alarmingly blue. He was shivering more violently than you and had begun to stumble more than he walked. Without the knowledge of proper care, you had no choice but to go by what you had seen in movies. 
Shelter was first. You needed to get him out of the elements. He wasn’t much help in navigating, walking whichever way you steered him. If you didn’t find something soon, you yourself would start to deteriorate and you’d both be doomed. 
“Y-Y-You awake over there? Got m-m-me hauling y-y-your heavy ass all b-by myself here!” You sighed in relief when you felt him shift to take some of his own weight. Daryl was a fighter, always had been, even before the turn. “Oh, h-h-hey there! I thought you may have been p-p-pussin’ out on m-m-me!”
“F-f-f-fuck y-y-y-you.” 
“S-such a ch-ch-charmer, D-D-Dixon!” You goaded, squeezing him as tightly as you could. 
You struggled another ten minutes or so before spotting the silhouette of a building. While the thought of being out of the frigid wind was nearly euphoric, there was still the matter of clearing it; making sure it was safe. Daryl was barely on his feet. A walker would kill him before the cold would. You had no choice but to leave him outside. 
You directed him into a grove of trees at the corner of the building, trying to find a place where he could be shielded from the merciless gusts. Once you lowered him next to a tree, you took your first good look at this face. His hair was nearly frozen, even his goatee and there appeared to be some ice or snow in his eyelashes. His teeth chattered behind bloodless lips, eyelids drooping. Jesus, he was knocking on death’s door. 
“G-G-Gonna ch-check the b-building. S-S-Stay put and D-D-Daryl?” Your fingers were stiff and tingling under your gloves when you grabbed his chin, shaking his head gently to persuade his eyes to focus on you. “S-S-Stay aw-wake.” His shoulders jerked in what you assumed was a grunt. With a tight smile, you placed his crossbow beside him and patted his knee before heading inside. 
On the bright side, you had found the storage facility. There was no time to check it for supplies now, though. You turned the knob on the office door, finding it mercifully unlocked, and then pushed it inward. Without entering, you tapped the blade of your knife heavily against the metal frame and waited. 
When the noise drew no walkers out of the shadows, you entered, your flashlight beam sputtering. You probably fucked it up in the water. Oh well. The office was small. An old desk, a small bathroom, and a filing cabinet with some boxes stacked in the corner. You could use the boxes to start a small fire and crack the window to help keep the area ventilated. A fire indoors without an actual fireplace was never ideal but you and Daryl need the warmth or the outcome would be much worse than some smoke inhalation. 
Satisfied, you dragged your shivering, aching body back outside, pulling the door closed so a walker wouldn’t wander in while you grabbed the archer. He was right where you had left him but your pulse quickened at finding him slumped forward and unmoving. 
“D-D-Daryl!” You fell to your knees beside him, foregoing the flashlight so you could grab his shoulders and shake him somewhat roughly. There was no way you could feel for a pulse. You were almost completely numb. Luckily, the condensation of each breath was visible. “W-wake up!” You shook him again and when his blue eyes peeled open to slowly blink at you, you could have cried. “C-C-Come on.” He didn’t argue when you grabbed beneath his arms and pulled. He had almost no strength to help but enough to get him on his feet. The first thing you noticed was his lack of shivering. You weren’t sure why but that didn’t seem like a good sign when you yourself were about to shake right out of your skin. 
You grabbed the strap of his crossbow and slung it over your shoulder before starting toward the building. The journey wasn’t far, you stuttering praise and reassurance that you weren’t even sure he could hear. When you finally made it inside, you were able to move with more urgency. You lowered Daryl to sit against the desk. You dumped out one of the drawers of the file cabinet and placed it on the floor, tearing up papers and boxes. It wouldn’t be the most glorious fire and you’d have to almost continuously feed it to keep it going, but it would be warm. 
You fished for the matches in your pack, knowing the water probably fucked up Daryl’s lighter. It was hard to find them in only the dying beam of your flashlight but you did nonetheless. It took a few tries to get the flame to catch but finally it started to burn. You reached above it and cracked the window open before adding more cardboard from the boxes. It would burn a little longer than the papers. 
Your attention was then on Daryl. You pulled the blankets from your packs. They weren't very thick but they were dry. You spread the first on the floor and tossed the other at the bottom of it. Like you, his clothes were nearly frozen, crackling when you touched them. “Hey.” You said quietly, touching his freezing cheek. He didn’t respond. And he still wasn’t shivering. Your breathing became irregular and you could swear your frozen body began to heat up when you thought of what was coming next. 
“Fuck.” You muttered. It felt wrong to not have his permission to remove his clothing, but it was a matter of life and death. You would just have to ask for forgiveness later. The archer was completely lax, making stripping him down quite the task. Your own body seemed to be starting to shut down by the time you dragged him over to the blanket and rolled him onto it. Closing your eyes for the sake of his modesty, you grabbed the waistband of his boxer-briefs and tugged them down his legs. With quick movements, you tossed the second blanket over him. 
As an afterthought, you pushed the desk from the corner to both barricade the door and to hang the wet clothing across so it could all dry. Removing your own clothes was about the last thing you could handle, staggering as you draped them across the desk with Daryl’s before you found yourself staring down at the covered archer. His color was no better and from where you stood, you could hardly tell if he was breathing. 
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, pulling the blanket up just enough to slide under it with him. According to the movies, you needed to lie together to warm one another. Not just together but together. With a deep breath, you grabbed his shoulder and rolled him toward you, cradling his head just below your chin. Even with your own chilled skin, you found him to be absolutely freezing. You positioned one leg between his and the other over his hip, trying very hard to ignore certain parts that were touching. With a twist of your upper body, you were able to grab your pack to use as a pillow and then started to rub your hand up and down his arm. “Come on. You’re Daryl fucking Dixon. You kill zombies and ride a motorcycle. I refuse to tell people that some snow and ice took you down.”
The room gradually warmed and you thought just maybe you felt some warmth returning to Daryl’s body. Your own shivering was becoming less and less jarring. Your hand moved from his arm to his back, the flesh cold and slightly damp. When his breath went from shallow and quiet to ragged tremors and he began to violently shake, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had done it all wrong. Was he dying? Would you be the one holding him when he took his final breath? Would you be forced to drive the blade that kept him from turning?
“Please, don’t die, Daryl.” You sobbed, holding him tighter while your tears fell onto his wet hair. Your embarrassment at being butt-ass naked and pressed against your best friend was forgotten, every thought consumed by grief as if he were already gone. “There’s so much I need to tell you. You can’t die until I do.” Without thought, you pressed your lips to his forehead and pulled him close enough to feel his cool breath against your neck, your vision graying at the edges. “You can’t die.” You whispered, finally giving in to the pull of exhaustion. 
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The fire had long ago burned out, sunlight driving away the shadows behind your eyelids. When you blinked open your eyes, you could see the snow still lazily falling. You felt panic grip your heart. You propped yourself up on your forearm and peered down at Daryl, almost crying with relief. Some color had returned, his lips pale but no longer blue. His skin had pinkened, gradually returning to its natural tan. You dropped your forehead against his temple. 
“Oh, thank god.” He was breathing deeply and evenly, his body free of tremors. Only resting. You felt the chill of the room sweep beneath the blanket from where you had moved, and your eyes widened. “Shit, the fire.” You made to get up but an arm snaked around your waist and held you. “Daryl?”
“Warm.” He murmured against your collarbone.
“I can get the fire going and we can get dressed. I had to get us warm. I had to get you warm. I’m so sor—”
Daryl hummed and only tightened his hold. “Warm now.”
Your heart pounded a tattoo into your ribs, your blood rushing so loudly in your ears that you wondered if he could hear it. Slowly, hesitantly, you rested your head back on your bag. 
“Ya cold?” 
You hadn’t even realized you were trembling but the answer to his question was a quiet “no, I’m okay.”
“Yer shakin’.” 
“Yeah.” You watched as he tilted his head back to catch your gaze. He looked tired but otherwise, his color was steadily returning and his skin felt like fire against your own. Could it be a fever? “You…um… you’re really warm.”
He hummed, nuzzling his nose against your lower jaw. “What’d ya wanna tell me?” He rasped. You felt the tone of it straight down to the apex of your thighs. You tried to press them together, forgetting his leg was caught in between. 
“Tell…,” you cleared your throat, “tell you?” You managed to squeak out. When you felt his lips press against your pulse, you stopped breathing, suddenly very aware of the lack of space between your naked bodies. And the press of his arousal against your stomach. 
“Mmhmm. Las’ night. Y’said I couldn’ die ‘til ya told me.” He continued to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, slowly ensuring your ability to summon any coherent thought would be inaccessible. 
“I…did.” You tilted your head back, granting him access to the full canvas of your throat. Daryl moved up onto his forearm, his other hand wrapping around the back of your neck. 
“Well?”
You lowered your head, causing him to move back but not much. He kept his face centimeters from yours, your lips almost touching. 
“Well what?” You kept your eyes on his mouth, your breath stuttering when he dragged his tongue over his lower lip. The hand on the back of your neck came around to grasp your chin, your eyes flickering up to find his already looking back. That mesmerizing blue was nearly lost to his dilated pupils. His gaze was so intense that you tried to look away but his gentle grip remained, keeping you there. His head tilted slightly, lips whispering against your own. 
“I didn’ die.” 
Your mouth crashed into his, teeth clicking and tongues dancing. It wasn’t at all what you imagined but you had both come so close to death only hours ago. All that pent up anxiety and fear boiling to the surface to present itself as desire and passion. 
You gasped when he used his weight to push you onto your back, settling himself between your thighs with nothing between his cock and your needy pussy. If you could think straight, you’d be embarrassed of how wet you were. 
When he pulled away to look down at you, you whined at the loss of him, chasing his lips but coming to a halt when he wrapped a large hand around your throat, effectively rendering you immobile. 
“Tell me.”
“I…” You felt too open, too vulnerable. What if you spilled your heart, held it out to him, and he rejected you. A voice in your brain told you to consider that you were currently pinned under his naked body but your fear of losing him— of scaring him away— quickly silenced it. “Daryl—“
“Tell me this ain’t whatcha want n’ it stops.” 
Gone was the lust driven archer, replaced by soft, kind eyes that were searching your own. You laid a hand over the one on your neck, then moved it to trace the line of his jaw. 
“It’d be a lie.” You offered quietly. “I’ve wanted this since the farm. Since you called me a ‘oompa loompa with tits.’” The corner of his mouth ticked upward for the briefest of moments. “I’ve wanted you.” He kissed you again, slower this time, a slow dance of lips and tongues that left you breathless when he pulled away. 
You felt the tip of him nudge against your entrance and pulled your legs up to anchor your thighs over his hips. Daryl pushed into you slowly, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth to keep from groaning. He wanted too badly to hear the sound you were making. Your small hands were on his back, fingernails dragging over soft flesh and raised scars to leave red marks in their wake. 
By the time his hips pressed flat against you, his cock nestled inside your warmth, you were both panting. He started slow, a steady push and pull that had you arching into him, reveling in the feel of the movement inside you. It was all you thought it would be when you pictured this while alone with your thoughts of him. All that and more. He was gentle, attentive. He listened to the hitches in your breaths and the quiet moans, getting to know your body and what you liked. 
Daryl placed a hand on either side of your head and pushed himself up, dipping his head to your chest to map the flesh with his lips. His facial hair rubbed against your skin with a delicious scrape, the minute pain just enough to cause your hips to buck underneath him. You felt him smile around the nipple between his teeth. 
“Daryl.” You breathed his name while your petite fingers wrapped around his shoulders and held tight. There was a familiar burn in your lower stomach, the knot pulling tighter and tighter with each thrust. “You feel so good.” You whined, feeling your body begin to buzz as your orgasm crept closer. You wanted him closer, wanted to feel more of him. It would never be close enough. “Please. Please, please, please.” Tears gathered on your lashes, your head shaking.
“Sshh. I gotcha.” The archer grunted, moving faster to chase his own release. When you pulled at him, he was more than willing to comply, lowering to his forearms so you could catch his mouth. His hand inched down your body, wedging between to press his thumb against your swollen clit. You pulled your mouth away from his and arched into him. Two or three tight circles was all it took for you to fall apart. 
“Daryl!” You cried, holding tightly to him as wave after wave crested, your body spasming. “I love you.” You whispered against his ear, your eyes closed and brain shrouded in a blissful fog. You felt his movements stutter before stopping completely, his warmth spilling into you. His hips rolled lazily a few more times before you felt more of his weight come down on you. It was a little hard to breathe but you’d be fuck if you’d complain. 
As if he could hear your thoughts, Daryl pulled out of you slowly and rolled to your side, adjusting the blanket and pulling you into his arms. You were still processing how this all happened. Last night, you were both frozen and you were begging him not to die. Now, you were both sweaty and sticky and clinging to one another after doing something you never thought you’d get to do.
And that’s when doubt began to creep in. What did this mean? Did he just take an opening when he saw one? Did he actually want you? He hadn’t said much aside from what he needed to in order to get your permission. And then you had— ‘oh my god’ — you said you loved him. 
“Yer thinkin’ real loud righ’ now.” His raspy voice startled you enough to flinch. 
“Sorry.” You mumbled, not really knowing what else to say. You really had said enough, hadn’t you?
“Did ya mean it?” Daryl shifted to lie on his side, resting his head on one end of your pack while you did the same on the other end. It suddenly felt like there were miles between you. 
“Yeah.” You whispered, keeping your eyes on where your hand lay in the space between your bodies. “Yeah, I did. I do.” With a deep breath, you continued, already resigned to the inevitable. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. This doesn’t have to change anything.”
“Ya think I don’ feel the same?”
When you lifted your eyes, the incredulous expression on his face perplexed the hell out of you. “Wait… do you?”
“Do ya even hafta ask?” He chuckled and pulled you close again, burying his face in your hair. “From the start, crazy girl.” You laughed, you weren’t sure why, but it felt like the right thing to do. Daryl was a man of action, never so much for words. And thinking about it now, he really had shown you over and over. 
“What now then?” You absently traced shapes onto the left side of his chest, giggling when he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 
“Still snowin’. Guess I need ta make sure yer nice n’ warm ‘til we can make our way home.” 
Laughter erupted out of you as the blanket was pulled over your heads and he rolled you onto your back again, kissing and nibbling at any piece of skin he could manage. 
And you didn’t worry about the cold anymore. 
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narenohate · 6 months
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HEEHOO!! Silly little piece for whumptober. day 22's alt prompt, "BODY MODIFICATION"
permanent titan! luz is my beloved : ) it's a blend of the beta designs and her canon demititan form!
( it GOES with a fanfic, yet unpublished, featuring the premise of "elsewhere and elsewhen", with luz and belos meeting, happens at the start of season one.
i have multiple interconnect whumptober stories (i say, with sadness and despair))
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how-much-for-a-whump · 3 months
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WHUMPCEMBER day 28:
Altprompt: "Drowning"
Safir 12. - 13. Bölüm
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whumpsday · 6 months
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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #6
Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist
content: vampire whumpee, body mods (piercings), burns, torture, begging, mouth whump, multiple whumpers, sadistic whumper, starvation, captivity, referenced starvation-based weight loss
@whumptober Day 6 (Alt): Body Modification / Panic
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The hunter roamed Kane’s spread-eagle body with the piercing gun, indecisive. Everything burned, little points of agonizing pain nestled into him all over.
The silver laid in his ears, his brow, his nose, his belly button, and countless varied points across his body. Inserted carefully with a needle, or just punctured into his skin with the piercing gun. He squirmed where he’d been ratcheted down, helpless to resist even if he thought it would do any good.
The truth was, he’d have remained still and pliant even if they hadn’t restrained him at all. He knew resisting would only make everything worse.
“Eh, fuck it.” The hunter pinched the skin of his ankle, seemingly at random, and pressed the piercing gun to it.
Kane screamed as it joined every other point of contact with the horrible, burning metal, searing into him as his skin wept. As the hunter released his skin, the piercing settled practically against bone, no fat left to protect him after so long starving.
“Please, please, no more,” he begged, tears streaming down his face and sizzling on the silver resting against his cheekbones. They must have been going for almost an hour at this point.
“This looks so fuckin’ cool,” the hunter said to his partner, entirely ignoring Kane’s begging.
She shrugged. “It’s just gonna rip it all out once we let it up.”
“Yeah… oh, I know! I could do corset piercings, but between its arms, in back.”
Kane didn’t know what corset piercings were, but the meaning was clear: whatever it was, it would prevent him from ripping the silver out of him, the only thing that had been keeping him sane during the grueling process.
“No!” he wailed, struggling against his bonds as his panic flared. “Please, please, I’ve been good! Please don’t leave them in, I can’t, it hurts, please make it stop!”
The one without the gun smirked. “Or you could just leave it strapped there.”
“My way’s more fun. But first…”
The hunter grabbed Kane by the chin, hard, forcing his mouth open. Delicious human blood, right there, inches from his fangs, so close he could almost taste it, if only his jaw was stronger than the hunter’s hand.
“Careful,” his partner cautioned, though she didn’t sound too worried.
“I know what I’m doing. Tongue out, leech.”
Kane’s stomach rolled with dread, knowing exactly where this was going. Still, he knew he couldn’t do anything to resist. And maybe, just maybe, he’d get to taste–
The hunter quickly sent a piercing through the tip of his tongue.
It ripped a guttural cry from him, the silver quickly devouring the soft flesh of his tongue, charring it as the smell of burning meat got even closer. He kept his tongue stuck out, a meager attempt to stop it from burning the rest of his mouth.
“That’s better. No more whining. Alright, let’s flip you over and do the arms.”
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29/VII-1963. Class IV detention unit, State Security department No. 138, Středočeský region, People's Union Republic of Czechoslovakia, EESU.
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After a prisoner confesses in their political crimes, the second stage of detention begins. From there class II-IV convicts are subjected to several examinations by detention unit's medical teams.
While those of class II-III are mainly examined to determine their ability to work, class IV ones are in the designation process. Class IV detention unit administration maintains close contact with departments and facilities in need of human subjects; numerous Advanced State Research labs provide them with requests on certain amounts or types of subjects to supply. After all the needed medical data is collected, it's up to unit administration and medical team to put the irredeemable state enemies to proper use.
This particular subject - SB-7067 - has been already pre-designated for "personal use" by the head of State Security himself. In his case, the medical checks are conducted with great precision to provide all the needed health info for the future owner. These long, extensive procedures often require restraining and muzzling to ensure cooperation. Numerous reports state that SB-7067 is prone to defiant behavior, often swearing and fighting any approaching personnel; as expected, he tried to fight his way out on the medical exam. He may resist just as aggressively the next time, yet class IV medical team is highly trained to work with difficult subjects and their offices are fully equipped with restraints for every kind of procedure. They can handle him.
@whumpuary day 5: Gagged (alternative prompt) (no tag because tumblr is a jerk again)
Art taglist: @painful-pooch @prismpanic @generic-whumperz @suspicious-whumping-egg @onlywhump @whumpedydump @whumpthefifth (if you'd like to be tagged too, please let me know!)
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whumptober 2022 - day 20      ↳ stabbed (alt prompt)
whumpy embroidery time!
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losthavenmine · 5 months
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Whumptober 2023 Day 30 || Reluctant Whumper
The Quick and the Dead (1995)
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Day 8: Alternate Prompt: Betrayal
Graceland 2x13 | Eternals | Legends of Tomorrow 1x09 | Iron Man | Buffy the Vampire Slayer 2x22 | Killjoys 1x07 | Loki 1x06 | The Old Guard | Torchwood 4x07 | Ted Lasso 2x11 | Shadow & Bone 1x08
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whumpypepsigal · 5 months
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Whumptober 2023 | No. 22
Alternative prompt: Miscommunication
Gen V s01e04: “I don't know what's wrong. What can I do? How can I help?”
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Supernatural - I Think I’m Gonna Like It Here (9.01)
Whumptober 2022
No. 18 ALT PROMPT: AMBUSHED
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Whumptober 2023 - No. 3: Alt Prompt #10 - Shaking
Milo Ventimiglia as Ethan Tell in Tell (2014)
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