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jordanstrophe · 4 months
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Abandoned whumpee is back
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Two guards on either side pulled whumpee through the wasteland. Whumper lead in the front, often craning their head back to make sure whumpee stayed in check.
"This is all pointless!" Whumpee shouted at them. "I'm not giving up my team, I'll be nothing but a h-.. hassle. I just-" Whumpee ran out of breath as their retorting faded. The bandage on their side was soaked in blood as some began running down their waist.
Whumper turned around, immediately motioning for the group to stop. "They're bleeding faster than I thought. Lay them down for a second." Whumper ordered, rushing to them while ripping open a new bandage.
The guards tried pulling whumpee to the ground; whumpee wouldn't bend their knees, so whumper grabbed their legs and pulled them out from underneith them.
"No no NO- I'm fine! Leave it alone!" Whumpee squirmed. Whumper pinned their legs together with their knees and peeled off the dripping bandage.
"I'm going to put some pressure and tighten it, okay?" Whumper explained, wrapping a bandage around their midsection.
"Just le-leave me here. I'm already holding you back." Whumpee rasped, sweat pouring down their face. The guards kept whumpee's arms over their head and wouldn't let them move an inch.
"Thanks for the kind thoughts. Now take a deep breath, this'll hurt." Whumper said. Whumpee glared and breathed rapidly; whumper just watched and waited. Finally out of sheer discomfort, whumpee took a deep enough breath as whumper pulled the two ends tightly against the wound.
Even though they wanted to, whumpee willed themselves not to scream. They groaned and cried behind gritted teeth, their cheeks flushed red and whumper could feel them tense underneath them.
"That's it, you're doing fine. Good job." Whumper patted their leg. Whumpee deeply exhaled with the tiniest whimper behind it. They seemed unable to speak.
"I'll get you taken care of when we get home. Some stitches and a night's rest will do you good. I'm sure you haven't eaten in a while." Whumper shook blood off their hands and stood up. They looked down and realized whumpee was trying to squirm to their feet. They kept collapsing and their legs were shaking.
"Want me to carry you-"
"No." Whumpee cut them off, still trying to struggle to their feet. They began using the guards to try and pull themselves up.
"Come on whumpee, this is pathetic." Whumper crossed their arms.
"I'm- I'm aware. I don't want your help, don't touch me anymore. Please..." Whumpee looked up at them with a furrowed brow. For the first time, whumper saw just how much pain they were in. Mentally and physically.
"Okay I'm picking you up." Whumper said, shoving their arm under whumpee's knees.
"No, no you are nooOOOTT-!" Whumpee shouted as whumper hoisted them up mid-sentence. Whumpee clung to their neck out of sheer adrenaline.
"There we go, not so bad right?" Whumper cooed, continuing onwards.
"Put. Me. Down." Whumpee hissed.
"Would you rather we drag you across the gravel? Just relax. I'm not going to drop you."
"If that gets me put down, they do it." Whumpee kicked their feet. They tried to pry off whumper's fingers from their back leg, but was unsuccessful.
Whumper sighed and rolled their eyes. For the rest of the way, whumpee complained and argued loudly. Carrying them was exhausting, but whumper liked that they could monitor the bandage and keep track of how much blood they were losing.
By the time they got to the transportation, whumpee had fallen asleep. Their head was resting against whumper's shoulder, one arm was folded over their stomach, their other arm hung limp.
Whumper claimed the back seat and laid whumpee across the length with their head on whumper's lap.
"What an unfortunate little lamb. Willing to follow your team to the grave." They whispered, stroking whumpee's hair from the side of their face.
"I truly feel terrible for you."
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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 5 months
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what's better:
being manhandled while conscious, spitting venomous words and cries for help as they easily wrangle your flailing limbs close to be hoisted along without breaking a sweat
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being manhandled while unconscious/sedated, knowing there's nothing you can do to stop them as they scoop you up or throw you over their shoulder, unable to fight the hold that doesn't even need to be tight since you're sure as hell not going anywhere
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whumblr · 3 months
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Magical restraints
Preferably some invisible restraints. With Whumpee being pressed against the wall (or on the floor), hands held back by an invisible force that they can't break free from. Maybe wisps of smoke around their wrists for the aesthetics.
- Whumper advancing on them, hand outstretched, fingers out. The pressure on Whumpee's wrists increasing with every step closer.
- Maybe Whumper can feel the magic in his fingertips pulse with every useless struggle.
- Or he just casually waltzes up, hands in his pockets.
- Implied Whumper getting closer and closer, right up against them and they can't even bring up a hand to try and force some distance.
- A flick of his hand and Whumpee is forced down to their knees.
- Another flick of his hand, like snuffing out a candle, and the invisible bonds fall away. The casual show of power.
- Whumpee snarling and spitting insults. Whumper just shakes his head and all of a sudden, Whumpee's raging is cut off mid-sentence. A heavy, invisible pressure now digging into their throat, cutting off their air :3
- The team is coming to save Whumpee. They see them alone in their cell, not even tied up, so they think this is going to be a piece of cake. But Whumpee can't get up. And there is no chain to break, no ropes to cut.
- Meaning they have to seek out the source of the magic first before they can get Whumpee out.
- Or well, maybe the source of that magic has noticed the commotion and is already on his way to them :)
- Bonus: he's standing in the doorway to the cell, blocking the exit.
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whumpypepsigal · 7 months
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Whumptober 2023 | No. 8
Outnumbered
Titans s04e07: “There, there, now. Take it easy, old Teddy.”
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@whumptober @whumptober-archive
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comfortingcatharsis · 3 months
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Urgently having to move an injured character from their sickbed: they're in no fit state to be moved or to travel but there's no avoiding it, it's not safe to stay where they are, for whatever reason, and their companions acknowledge and worry over that but have no other choice-
Looking over them finally tucked up in a warm bed, on the road to recovery but a long ways off yet, weak and vulnerable, unaware of the urgency of preparations being made around them; 'they're not strong enough yet' 'i wouldn't risk it if it weren't absolutely necessary'
Manhandling them out of bed, as gently as possible, the injured character out of it, dazed and confused and not entirely sure what's going on but picking up on their companions' worry, gasping through the pain of half-healed injuries being moved, trying feebly to help but unable to manage more than a tenuous grasp on the nearest sleeve that's moving them
The journey, of whatever distance, causing harm regardless of its necessity, causing further pain, sapping the injured character's strength as they endure it, undoing so much of the delicate progress of healing, possibly setting back recovery even further.
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whump-in-the-closet · 9 months
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Villain stumbled forward. “No—oh god, no.” Their blood turned to ice, horror spearing through them. Anything but this.
Hero dragged Villain’s sidekick behind them, a finger hooked through the protégé’s metal collar— a suppressor for their abilities, but tightened to the point of bruising. Hero kicked Villain’s sidekick into the ground, nodding to Villain. “Found them a few weeks ago. Lost and drunk and hating the world.”
Villain took a shaking step forward, eyes on the pile of trembling clothes that was Sidekick.
“A pity that someone so young is already trying to destroy the world.”
“Sidekick?” Villain whispered.
No answer.
Then. “What did you do to them?” It came out as a snarl.
Hero grabbed Sidekick’s jaw, forcing them to look up. They turned their face towards Villain, allowing Villain a good look at the bruises. At the black eye. At the open gash that ran across their forehead. At the sharp cut that sliced from lip to chin. Smaller knife-cuts down their throat.
Sidekick sobbed, closing their eyes. They mouthed, I’m sorry. Again and again. I’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry—
Hero smiled. “I re-educated them.”
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anigst · 3 months
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anime whump feat. hair grab
Attack on Titan OVA: No Regrets/ Banana Fish Ep22/ Rainbow Ep03/ Bleach TYBW: The Separation Ep10/ Detective Conan Ep01 (remake)/ Persona5 Ep01/ Mo Dao Zu Shi Ep13/ Psycho-Pass: The Movie/ Phantom: Requiem for the Phantom Ep03/ Tokyo Ghoul S01E10&12/ K Ep03/ High Card S01E05/ Attack on Titan S01E14
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inkwell-and-dagger · 4 months
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give me a whumpee curled up on the floor, carding their hand through their hair, untangling all the knots or rubbing soothingly over the place whumper just held a little too tightly to drag them across the floor
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dont-be-gentle-please · 4 months
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Whumper who is physically bigger/stronger than whumpee wrapping their hand around whumpee's throat and choking them.
The classic grabbed-by-the-throat-and-thrown-into-a-wall. Or down the stairs.
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[tw choking, manhandling, captivity, stockholm syndrome, masochistic whumpee]
"What the fuck did you say to me?" Whumper growled, tightening their grip on Whumpee's throat. "Do you think you can talk to me like that?"
Whumpee made no move to defend themself. Their hands stayed by their side, albeit twitching a little as they fought their own self-preservation instinct.
"What, now you have nothing to say?" Whumper pulled them away from the wall, only to slam their head back against it. Whumpee let out a breathless whimper.
"You haven't... done this in... a while," they choked out, the corners of their mouth twitching up into a smile. It faltered quickly when Whumper dug their fingers in even deeper.
"Oh? I guess you just wanted to see if I'd gone soft, then? Are you satisfied?" Whumper squeezed until Whumpee was desperate enough for air that they lifted their hands, wrapping their fingers around their wrist. They looked like the dumbest fucking fish. "Hm? I can't hear you. Where's that stupid grin now?"
'I am' was all Whumpee could mouth before Whumper bashed their head against the wall again. They were tired of these stupid games. Whumpee wasn't the one in charge here, they didn't have any right to try to find enjoyment in it, and Whumper was going to make damn sure it wouldn't ever happen again.
"I want you to think long and hard about your position here while you're throwing up from the concussion later," they hissed. "I don't care what kind of a disgusting freak you are, I guarantee you, you can't be into everything. And this is not a theme park — I will find shit that feels like torture."
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jordanstrophe · 1 year
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Whumpee awoke laying on a couch. A fire had been made that quietly crackled and snapped.
Whumpee winced, feeling their head spin as they tried to sit up.
“Hey, it’s okay. Take it easy.” A voice spoke. A hand went on their chest and pushed them back on the couch. Another hand rested on their forehead searching for a fever.  
 Whumpee forced their eyes open, flinching when they realized they were laying on someone’s lap. They gasped and shot up straight. 
“Hey, easy! It’s me- It’s caretaker.” They coaxed, grabbing them by the shoulders and laying them in their lap. “You don’t remember what happened, do you?” Caretaker asked. 
Whumpee made a disgruntled noise as they clutched their head and shook. That one simple movement made their headache throb. 
“You know... Maybe that’s for the best.” Caretaker sighed and lowered their gaze, stroking their hand down the side of whumpee’s face.
Their look had a hint of guilt.  
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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 5 months
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pov this guy keeps taking you hostage and you're starting to wonder if maybe it's a type of flirting
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straight-to-the-pain · 8 months
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Nothing better than someone going in swinging a fist only to end up with their arm quickly pinned behind them at a painful angle
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whumpypepsigal · 3 months
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Burn Out (2017): “Stay with me, stay with me.”
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anigst · 8 months
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Detective Conan - Ep 323,324
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whump-or-whatever · 2 years
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I’m a sucker for whumpee being thrown against a wall.
The huff of air that is forced from their chest. The hands on the wall to steady themself. The dazed expression or bloody nose when they hit their head/face off the wall. The crumpling/sliding to the ground. The cowering and curling up to shield themself from further attack. The aggravation of previous injuries
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