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Hi! I know you’ve written stuff like this before and I absolutely adore it so I have to request some more sidekick whump? Either hero’s or villain’s sidekick, doesn’t matter!
Have a nice day!!
Sure! Went with hero’s sidekick here because of ✨vibes✨
Villain stood over the blindfolded Sidekick, tied to the chair with hands twisted behind them. Their chest rose and fell unevenly, breath freezing in the air.
They were terrified.
Good.
Villain crouched down to eye level with Hero’s Sidekick. “Rise and shine.”
Sidekick jerked back in the chair, straining against the restraints. “Fuck you—” their voice was raw, spent from screaming for help that would not come.
“Ah ah ah, language,” said Villain. “I would have thought Hero taught you better.”
An unintelligible snarl.
Villain leaned close, yanking off the blindfold. They smiled without showing any teeth. “Now for the first order of business.” With a quick, rough gesture, they pulled off Sidekick’s mask.
“Hey!” Sidekick blinked frantically, trying to adjust their eyes to the cold light. Their breathing was shallow. Panicked. “Hero—” they started to say, then broke off abruptly.
Underneath the mask was a cloud of dark hair and tired eyes. No trademark scar. No dye or piercings. Unsettlingly average. Ordinary.
Villain rocked back on their heels. “Hero what? You think he’ll come and save you still? Or were you going to say, Hero’s gonna kill me?” They laughed. “I’m far ahead of him in that.”
Sidekick looked down. Away. Anywhere that wasn’t Villain.
Villain stood and started inspecting the tools laid out on the table. “You do understand this is business, right?” They lifted up a long, curving knife. “It’s nothing personal.”
Wiping the knife off on the hem of their shirt, they spun back on Sidekick. “For purely business matters, you’ll have to give me your name.”
Sidekick’s lips tightened. No. But their eyes were on the flashing steel.
They shrank back into the chair as Villain circled behind them. “Fine. Be difficult,” they whispered, uncomfortably close to Sidekick’s face.
Villain slammed Sidekick’s head into the table.
Stars. Brilliant-white-pain stars.
Villain’s grip relented long enough for Sidekick to register the pain. And then slammed their head into the wood a second time.
Crack.
“Your name?” said Villain.
“You…you should know. Your mom gave it to me—” Sidekick’s biting response twisted into a cry when Villain yanked their head back until their neck threatened to snap.
When Villain drove Sidekick’s head into the wood this time, Sidekick’s vision went black.
Blood stained the tabletop.
Villain shoved the tip of their blade towards Sidekick’s face.
Hovering there.
Sidekick saw double. Everything was ringing.
“Alright then, smartass, what’s Hero’s name? Tell me, and you’ll go home without any scars,” whispered Villain. “Well, minimal scars.”
Sidekick drew back, shuddering. Their eyes burned with unshed tears. “I—” Their voice cracked. “I can’t.”
Villain shrugged and traced the tip of Sidekick’s ear with the blade. At the touch of the cold steel, Sidekick bit back a sob. They did not beg, but they wanted too. Desperately.
“Your loss, really,” said Villain. “I can do this all day.”
The steel cut down, and something sticky and wet dripped down Sidekick’s ear and the side of their throat.
“Can you?”
#this got longer than expected#anyway#thanks for the ask!#whump writing#whump#whumpblr#whump community#whump scenario#sidekick#interrogation#cw manhandling#cw concussion#idk if i wrote the concussion correctly#hero and villain#hero and villain whump#sidekick whumpee#villian whumper#villain#villain and sidekick#no editing we die like men#this was written in the wee hours of the dawn and so. it may have typos#apologies in advance
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3. physical torture - whumpay 2023
whumpee is hung up by their wrists to the ceiling. the rough rope gouges into their skin, leaving it red and stinging.
a whip strikes down on whumpee's back. they scream a blood-curdling screech. the restraints are too strong to break, but whumpee still tries, their feet not quite touching the ground as their body sways. their back is a mess of bloody lacerations, swelling bruise purple as the whip rips out across raw flesh.
"please, please... i'll tell you where they are! just stop! let me go, and i... i promise, i'll tell you!" whumpee pleads. whumper is just a blurry form through their tear-filled eyes, but they hear their laugh, loud and mocking.
"oh, that's funny. you think selling out your friends is going to save you?" crack. whumpee's entire body cringes away from the pain, meaningless sobs and cries tearing from their throat. whumper grabs a fistful of their hair and yanks their head back.
"maybe it would've, a few days ago. but i've got a taste for this now, whumpee." whumper hisses into their ear. whumpee is limp in their grip, the bones of their wrists cracking as their entire weight ragdolls.
"but you tell me where they are, and maybe i'll get you down from there, give you something nice and soft to sleep on." whumper runs a hand over whumpee's stinging back. whumpee is so exhausted that they'll take anything. they don't even want freedom anymore. they just want relief.
"okay, i'll... i'll tell you."
prompt from @whumpay
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Abandoned Hero
Tw: Emotional manipulation, implied starvation, abandonment, knives and blood
Trope: Vampire/prey, Supervillain/hero, corruption
There's a soft sound of a bay door sliding shut.
Soft foot steps approach the center of the warehouse, a thin layer of dust coating everything, the place long since abandoned. Whumper stopped, and tilted veir head in curiosity. A figure is bound to the chair, right where xi had been left. Whumper tuts disappointed.
"Well that is unexpected. I really did expect that if I left here for this long your team would have come to rescue you by now. It has been soooo long. I didn't even hide you that well. They seriously must not have given a damn about you after all."
Whumper shakes veir head, and picks up a hose to start washing down the mess and clean up after vemself. When the cold water hits the hero, xi stirs lightly and whines. Whumper gasps, then slowly veir eyes light up as a smirk cross veir face.
"Oh wonderful! You're still alive. The other villains told me that you're shockingly durable, but even I must admit. I'm surprised you survived this long. It's been months after all, poor thing."
Whumpee shudders. Xi is cold, sore, starving and weak. Xir powers might have kept xir alive but just barely. Xir whumper's voice echoing in xir head, reminding xir just how little xir team cared, just how long xi had been left in this warehouse slowly dying. Xi squawked as xir whumper's hand found xir chin and forced them to look up.
"Now then hero. Are you going to be more cooperative this time? I don't think you'll last much longer without help?"
Whumper pulled out a knife slowly, causing veir captive hero to sob in fear. Xi knows xi isn't strong enough to survive interrogation. Whumper looks at them with pity, gently petting xir hair, and continues talking at xir.
"You really need help little hero, and its very, very, obvious at this point that you can't rely on the other heroes dear. I suppose your only option is to rely on me. All you have to do is answer a few of my questions and I'll take such good care of you hero. Just tell me what I need to know"
The knife flashes but instead of coming down on hero, whumper has instead sliced veir own hand, filling it with vampire blood. Hero knows veir blood can heal. Xi looks up, speaking weakly.
"Anything...please Villain I'll tell you anything, everything you want..please don't leave me here again. please I'll do anything"
Whumper smirks and presses veir hand to hero's lips letting xir drink, letting xir heal, before slowly, dramatically cutting the hero free.
"Anything? you'll do anything I say? Why don't we show your so called "allies" what happens when they leave their toys behind. Just take my hand, hero, let me take you somewhere nicer, somewhere you can tell me everything I need to know. Where I can shape you into something that never needs another hero again."
Hero hesitates. Would this be abandoning xir duty? How would the others think of xir? Then hero thought about how long xi had been here, how the others had just let it happen. How they treated xir even when xi was around.
"Well little hero?"
Hero takes whumper's hand. Hero is pulled to xir feet. Hero takes xir first steps in months, stumbling as Whumper helps them. Hero's first steps in months are also xir first steps into villainy.
#whumpblr#whumpee#superhero whump#hero whumpee#villian whumper#vampire whumper#nb whumper#nb whumpee#implied torture#implied starvation#knives and blood#my post: writer shadow#story: hero shadow#whump#otherworldly writes
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Short #1
“Oh my,” Civilian heard in the distance, a fog blurring their sight, and the unshakable feeling of exhaustion confusing their head “poor little thing, left for dead.”
The figure approached, kneeling in the ground beside them, softly grabbing their head with both their hands, guiding it upwards, towards them, stroking their sweaty hair, wet with something sticky, something dark and too agitating to think about at that time and place.
A weave of nausea quickly catched up, forcing Civilian to react, moving in a quick motion their head to the side, throwing up all over the floor beside them and the stranger handling them with so much care.
“Oh love, that can’t be good,” the figure continued, pulling them close once again, a handkerchief cleaning the corners of their mouth with light taps “what do you say I take you home? I can make it all better, I bet that you’re feeling quite uncomfortable right now.”
Civilian nodded absentmindedly, only half processing what they were agreeing to, immediate relief from their pain and turmoil coming right before self preservation. Vampire related incidents were on the rise in the city, it was an open secret.
The stranger smiled warmly.
“I’m glad,” they said, twisting the young person in their arms to carry them comfortably to the elegant white car waiting for them, door opened, man waiting beside it “you’re gonna be the perfect example for Hero, he needs to learn how dangerous they are when rejecting their sires help, they must not have even realised they left you there dying.”
The stranger sighed, getting them inside the car, resting Civilian’s head over their lap, not caring for the blood and grime staining their pants and car seats.
“Don’t worry, pretty thing, I’ll take care of you until they are capable, even if that takes a couple decades.”
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Prompt #3: Stars
The sick, warm sensation of crimson blood seeped into Villian's jeans as they knelt, cradling Hero's limp form in their lap. Hero squirmed in their grasp, closed fists trembling. A truly pitiful sight.
"Now will you tell me who sent you?" Villain pressed; voice uncharacteristically gentle.
"Or-organization." Hero coughed, gasping as the silver blade was yanked from their chest. They attempted to sit up, Villain pulling them close.
"Shh, you did so well." They cooed, carding a slender hand through their sweat-covered hair.
"V-villain? Can I.."
'Yes, Hero, anything. What can I give you?"
"I-" They coughed, scarlet blood filling their throat.
"Stars."
Villian sat, cradling their form for a moment before comprehension plastered their face and they glanced up. Sure enough, the tree they were under was blocking the view of the night sky. Villian gently stood, Hero's expected exclamations absent. A short brisk walk to a grassy hill left the sky open and exposed, stars burning unusually bright above. Hero's face softened, eyes dimming as the stars reflected back from their tears. They coughed once, a meek convulsion, and the blood stopped draining from the wound. Their head lolled back, stars still reflecting off their unseeing gaze. Villian cradled their limp form.
Now they finally knew who Hero worked for, and they swore to themselves:
They would kill every last person who sent kids to fight their own battles.
#villian x hero#hero x villain#stars#hero trope#villian trope#intimate whumper#whump trope#whumper#whumpee
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Oh hey , hope u are doing well , I was wondering if you'd continue the post where the hero has electrical powers and the villian has telepathy
Intoxicating fear (II)
A crude awakening
Part one // Masterpost
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A snap of fingers in front of Kit’s face and his eyes snapped into focus, his body jolting forward slightly. Kit blinked, head pounding as he tried to take in his surroundings.
His head was fuzzy, memory hazy as he tried to remember how he got here. Wherever here was.
He was standing up, his arms above his head. When he tried to pull them down, he heard the snap of chains. Warning bells sounded clear in his mind as he tugged them down again, but they didn’t budge.
Kit groaned as he looked up to see his hands locked into metal cuffs, attached to a chain that went all the way to the ceiling.
“Good. Very good, Malyn. So responsive. So suggestible,” a silvery voice purred behind Kit.
Kit froze for a split second before his reflexes kicked in. He snapped his fingers on instinct reaching for the electricity in the air. Familiar blue lightning sparked to life and Kit screamed as his entire body jerked in the chains. His body ceased, winding tight as his own electricity was weaponised against him. Kit grit his teeth as his body was forced to endure. The chains holding him up rattling as Kit’s body fell like dead weight once the electricity ran its course through Kit’s body.
A couple aftershocks jerked Kit’s muscles in his shoulder, and Kit sucked in a second cry of pain at the strain on his shoulders.
A cool hand rested on the back of Kit’s neck. Kit froze again, his muscles in his legs riding out random spasms from the aftershock as Kit forced his legs to stand himself up straight. His feet slipped as he tried to get his balance, accompanied by a sloshing sound. Kit glanced down to see his feet in a basin of water. His shoes and socks taken off and his trousers rolled up to the knees.
“You’re not as bright as I heard you were, Malyn,” said that horrible voice behind him. Kit’s heart thundered against his chest, as the hand slinked around Kit’s neck to come and stand in front of him.
It was Omen.
It was Omen.
Kit knew it was Omen, obviously, he just didn’t really want to believe it.
That meant that Omen had actually taken Kit against his will. Taken him and made him forget the way to Omen’s fucking dungeon, and Other Hero was still at the fairground.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Hey, Malyn. Calm down,” Omen said, his voice so far away. Kit’s head dipped, gasping on air, trying to breathe, but his body wouldn’t let him. Instead, he was panting, chest rising too quickly and falling too shallow for him to take in any oxygen.
Fuck.
Not in front of Omen.
He was trapped with Omen.
Tears streamed down his face as the realisation settled loud into Kit’s mind.
No one knew where he was.
No one was coming to find him.
He was chained in front of Omen, his… the—
Two hands on his cheeks and Kit’s wide eyes went to Omen, recoiling as much as his chains would let them.
This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.
Kit gasped, looking into those dark eyes and wanted to cry as Omen spoke again: “Oi, Malyn. Relax.”
Kit’s body obeyed the command. His lungs forced to breathe, his muscles unwinding from tightness against his will, his mind still screaming at him as his body flooded with the ice coldness that followed Omen’s commands.
“There we go,” said Omen, grinning, as his thumbs rubbed the tears from Kit’s cheeks. When did he cry? “I knew you were scared of me little hero, but having a panic attack over me? I’m honoured.”
“G-go fuck yourself,” Kit ground out with a shiver. Omen tsked stepping back away from Kit, his grin spreading into a horrible smile on his pale red lips. Kit yanked at the chains holding him up and tried to steel his expression into a (hopefully) threatening one.
Omen hummed, tilting his head as he slipped his hands into tailored trouser pockets.
“Hmm, I think you should be nicer to me, Malyn,” Ambrose said, smile and happy tone contrasting his words: “If you piss me off I might just forget to come down here and give you food and water, let you use the bathroom. Keep disrespecting me and I’ll leave you to die in a pool of your own faeces. Understand?”
Kit didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to agree. He didn’t want to do anything other than not be here. Not be standing in front of Omen, the man who ruined his life. Fucking Omen of all people! Forcing his body into a synthetic calm.
Kit licked his lips, asking: “What do you want with me?” He cursed his voice for coming out quiet. Quieter than he’d like to have it be in front of this monster.
Omen’s smile seemed to grow if that was even possible.
“I want to know why you fear me so much,” Omen said, amusement lacing his curiosity. He didn’t get closer, he gave Kit space, but his eyes. His stare. It felt so invasive.
Too invasive.
“You can just look, can’t you?” Kit snapped, pulling at his chains. Omen’s eyes flashed at the emotion, flicking lazily up at the chains then back at Kit.
“You know, Malyn. Taking you was a spur of the moment thing, so I had to prepare all this for you,” Ambrose said, gesturing to the chains and the water. “To keep you. To hold you. I know Superhero, know how hard he tried to keep you secret from me.”
Omen stepped forward and Kit flinched. Then cursed himself for it as Omen let out a dark chuckle.
“I don’t think I’ll get used to that. That raw, primal fear— like I’m the most repulsive person to ever live.”
“You’re a villain,” is all Kit said in reply, cursing the croak in his voice.
Omen cocked an eyebrow. “You flinch at every villain? Then you don’t have the stomach for the job, hero. Sorry to be the one to tell you.”
Kit’s hands balled into fists above his head as Ambrose took another step closer. Kit forced himself to stay still.
“What’s with this stupid game of cat and mouse, huh?!” Kit demanded, leaning forward slightly. If Omen wanted to close the gap to intimidate Kit, why shouldn’t Kit do the same? “You can read minds. Just take all the information you want and leave me alone!”
Omen grinned. His eyes drilling into Kit’s. Kit suddenly became very aware of his body, his heart drumming against his ears as Ambrose said nothing. He just stared.
“Here’s the thing, Malyn. I know you’re new on the hero/villain scene so I’m willing to go easy on you,” said Omen casually. He walked around Kit, past Kit’s line of sight. Kit tried to turn to follow him with his eyes, but his body wouldn’t move. He was forced to stare ahead as Omen continued.
“I’ll tell you why I won’t take your source of fear from your beautiful, terrified mind. It’s because—”A hand went to the back of Kit’s neck, fingers lacing through his hair and yanking his head back. Kit cried out as he found Omen’s cold eyes staring down at him. “—you protest too much. Clearly, that’s part of why I’m so terrifying to you, isn’t it? You want it to be easy like it was with Mentor. You want me to twist your mind until you can barely see straight.”
Kit tried to yank his head free, but Omen wrenched him further down and Kit hissed through gritted teeth. His shoulders screaming at him to stop struggling.
“I’m not going to do that, Malyn. You’re going to tell me why you’re afraid, and I’m going to be there. Watching every micro expression on your face as you do. Maybe there’ll even be some more of your delicious tears…maybe not.”
Omen wrapped a hand around Kit’s throat, grinning as he felt Kit swallow under his palm. He tightened his grip, and that’s when Kit’s fear took over. Blinding and incapacitating as Omen cut off his air.
He couldn’t breathe.
Omen was above them drinking in every pathetic struggle. Kit’s arms pulling at the chains, his feet slipping in the water below, every effort in his body to try and get a sliver of air into his lungs.
“Listen to those sounds you make, Malyn,” Ambrose said, his silvery voice the only solid thing Kit had as he desperately thrashed in Omen’s grip.
Omen watched, basked, waited until he saw the electric blue flash through Kit’s eyes. He waited a beat longer before seeing Kit’s resolve settle.
Omen let go at the last second.
The last second that Kit’s power took over in his panic and his body erupted in crackles of lightning that coursed through Kit’s veins and he screamed.
Every fibre of his being lit on fire as his electricity burned through his nerves, tearing them to shreds and leaving only pain in its wake. His jaw was clenched so hard he thought his teeth would break from the force; his neck stretched at an awkward angle as he twitched unable to correct it. Black encroaching on his vision as his body ceased against his own ability.
A normal person in Kit’s circumstance would be dead by now. In a basin of water, his wrists trapped in metal it turned his body into a perfect conductor. Omen may as well have put Kit in an electric chair.
Kit should be dead, but his ability, stemmed from a sensitivity to electric currents rippling through the air, also gave him a certain robustness to electricity. He thought meant he could withstand electric currents passing through his body easy.
That was until now.
Until Omen used Other Hero against him.
Until he nearly burnt himself unconscious not a few minutes ago.
He should be dead.
Except he just hung limp in his chains. His feet had slipped and so his toes were the only part of him on the floor; his were knees bent from exhaustion. All his body weight rested heavily on his toes and wrists. He didn’t have the strength to pull himself up.
Omen walked around Kit at some point during his second taste of his own power and dipped his head, so he was eye level with Kit.
Kit didn’t even have the energy to move his head as Omen took his chin in his cold grip, tilting Kit’s head to meet Omen’s black eyes.
“See? All this effort to try and escape me out of your delicious fear. Why in the world would I just take what I want when you’ll destroy yourself not to give it to me?”
Kit was happy that the darkness around his edges flooded his vision, and he was dragged blissfully into unconsciousness.
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Continued here
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Tw: blood mention, powers, multiple whumpers, character death (not whumpee or caretaker), broken leg, young whumpee
I want a young hero whumpee. They're fighting a group of villian whumpers, getting tossed around like a toy, completely out numbered, out gunned, and bleeding...
Whumpee is tossed in front of a new villian, one that the others have been giving a healthy amount of space and respect. While they haven't been leading the group, but there is no doubt this is the one they're all scared of.
Whumpee trembles as they approach, just barely managing to pull themselves to their knees. Tears in their eyes from the pain and the fear. Their breath hitches as villian reaches down, getting a grip on their shirt and pulling them up to their eye line.
Villian is ready to finish this, that's what they were recruited to do after all. But as villian finally gets their first good look at Whumpee's face their eyes soften. Whumpee is young. Villian doubts they are even old enough to drink.
Whumpee whimpers, trying to get a grip on villian's wrist, rasping as blood runs down from their nose, "Just- G-get it over with."
God. They're a child. They're patched in blooming bruises, oozing blood from at least five places, and trying to break free and stand on their broken leg. How the hell did they get mixed up in this?
Whumpee can't take this. They're squirming under Villian gaze. They can't read it, but they stare back because it's the only part of villian they can see. Everything else is covered by mask, or cloth, or armor. Whumpee feels like they're eye to eye with death. They're terrified, they don't want to die! Will it hurt? How is Villian going to kill them?
Whumpee has a moment of self awareness, they must look so pathetic. They don't want to die a pathetic sniveling mess. Whumpee growls weakly and snarls, "Get it over with!" They scream, tears running down their face. "IF YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME, THEN KILL ME!" They seem to fall weak after that, spent, and shut their eyes tight.
Whumpee trembles in silence until...
"No."
They feel the ground against their legs. Is villian putting them down?
Whumpee opens their eyes the second they no longer feel Villan's grip on their clothes. They try to stand but their broken leg screams, and so do they. They stumble back against an alley wall, and managed to steady themselves. When they dare to look up villian has their back to them, facing the other members of their group.
One of them approaches villian, "What's up Villian. You gonna kill 'em or not?"
"No."
"Well if you're not gonna do it, I've always want to make that miserable runt scream until it can't-"
"I. Said. No."
Whumper 1 started to argue, but whumpee noticed that up and down villians arms ancient markings started to glow and twist through painfully bright neon oranges, yellows, pinks, and greens.
Whumper 1 didn't seem to notice, but the others sure did, beginning to back away, one or two even running.
Whumpee feels their skin prickle, and leans into the wall, guarding their head with the less mangled of their two arms.
"You won't lay a hand them ever again."
Even behind whumpee's eyelids, the light is impossibly bright.
Whumpee isn't sure how long they waited braced against the wall. Their protective stance is only broken by the arrival of a strangely gentle hand on their back.
"Easy now, you need to give that leg a rest."
Whumpee half collapses, half scrambles to the ground, trying to guard against any attacks. "Get the hell away from me!" They snap, taking a blind swipe as their eyes readjust, "T-touch me, and I'll break your goddamn arms!"
Villian withdraws, giving whumpee some space. "I'm sure you will. But before you do, please. Let me help you."
Whumpee shakes their head, showing their teeth in an attempt to hide a wince, "You were about t-t- to kill me."
Villian seems to curl inwards, looking away, "I was."
After a few moments of waiting for something else, and not getting it, whumpee asks, "Why didn't you?"
Villian takes their time on this one, trying to figure out how best to answer, ultimately sighing and shrugging, "Because I couldn't."
The silence returns, and again whumpee gets frustrated with it first.
"R-real talkative- aren't 'cha?"
Villian huffs a quite laugh that reflects in their eyes. "I suppose not. Now, will you let me patch you up?"
"Long as you don't incinerate me, yeah. I guess."
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Bedridden
TW: Noncon Kissing
Whumper paced across the floor, his muttering filling the room. “I made sure to only make shallow cuts… how did they… the blood loss should’ve been minimal… where did they get it…” Whumpee’s eyes followed the way his curled finger tapped against his bottom lip.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Their mind was in a haze, the fever taking its toll on their body. All their limbs were sore, their throat was scratchy, and their wounds stung, creating an uncomfortable blend of symptoms that left Whumpee bedridden and exhausted.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Whumper had been waiting for their daily torture session, but Whumpee collapsed before he could even begin. They had been feeling queasy and more tired than usual throughout the week, but they had simply assumed it was the many hours spent in pain catching up to them. Whumper had also noticed, though didn’t say much, almost excited about something. It pissed them off how much enjoyment he got from their misery. He wouldn’t stop grinning at them when the early signs of sickness sprung forth. Though Whumper didn’t seem as happy now, the fever obviously was not what he had thought it was.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
They coughed weakly, jostling their still healing cuts, releasing a groan of pain. Whumper snapped his gaze to them, quickly walking over and resting the back of his hand on their forehead.
“I didn’t realize you were actually sick darling, I had thought that you…” he cut himself off before moving his hand to their cheek. “I promise to take care of you, hero. You’ll get better soon, and then we can continue our little games.” He moved, bringing Whumpee closer to him, resting against his body.
His words were comforting. Normally the mention of their torture sessions would send their heart racing and anxiety spiking, but, right now all they wanted was to get better, Whumpee didn’t care about the after.
Whumper’s cold hand was a nice offset to their burning skin. His gentle caresses reminded Whumpee of their mother’s care when they were sick. The way he held them to him, however, brought back the memory of Caretaker when they had gotten the flu after one of their winter missions.
They had spent the night staking out an illegal weapon trading ring, and though they had gotten what they were there for, Whumpee ended up sick after being out too long in the chilly air. They had mentally prepared themself to spend the next few days alone in their home, trying to make themself get better as quickly as possible. However, Caretaker showed up with homemade chicken noodle soup, planning to stay at Whumpee’s home to take care of them. Whumpee was initially reluctant, but Caretaker’s insistence of wanting to help prevented them from turning the other away.
Caretaker had spent the next three days at Whumpee’s apartment, cooking for them, giving them medicine, and soothing them to sleep. Whumpee had spent multiple nights curled up against her body, Caretaker’s fingers through their hair and gentle humming a comforting sensation. Caretaker had almost gotten sick herself, emphasizing the guilt Whumpee felt, but she brushed them off saying it was worth it. Whumpee was back to work quicker than they ever were when they were alone, and was much healthier. They guessed that’s when they truly fell in love with Caretaker. Her unwavering commitment to them, and desire to see them get better just from the kindness in her heart made Whumpee smitten with Caretaker.
It was almost like they was with her again.
Whumpee leaned into the touch, “Caretaker…”
The hand on their cheek stilled and Whumpee looked up in confusion before their face was roughly grabbed from both sides. Lips crashed down onto theirs, teeth knocking, and a tongue slipped into their mouth at their gasp of shock. Whumpee’s addled brain couldn’t keep up with the sudden change, their body even more sore from the sudden jerk.
What is happening?
The hands on their face fiercely tightened, almost clawing into their skin, refusing to let them go. The tongue exploring their mouth didn’t stop, sucking up all the air in their lungs. Whumpee’s arms moved to the chest in front of them, trying to push it off, when they finally registered where they were, and who they were with.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck!
Whumpee froze, letting him have his way, claiming their mouth for his own. How could they have been so stupid, to drift off and think of her when they were stuck here with him. Whumpee had already learned this lesson, had convinced him he was all they needed, and now all that went down the drain. One step forward, two steps back.
Whumpee reached up to wrap their arms around his neck hoping to placate him, but he pushed them away. Their lips were connected for a second longer until Whumper pulled his mouth from theirs, biting their bottom lip as one last marker. When Whumpee finally looked up at him, his eyes were dark, betrayal and fury shining through them. His fingers moved down to their neck,
“I will make sure you never forget who you’re with again, dearie.”
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FEBUWHUMP DAY 8 - "Why won't it stop?"
CW: torture gone wrong, blood, possible death, hemophiliac Whumpee
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The picture that played out in front of Hero let ice run through their veins, a grin as filthy as the bastard wearing it proving their failure.
At this pace, the precious intel Hero wanted to squeeze out of Villain literally flowed down the warehouse drains, an unstoppable stream united from hundreds of wounds his body was littered with. Every cut had been a threat, ones Hero couldn't take back anymore.
They were about to lose the only trace still left, hours of questioning thrown away out of carelessness.
"Did-didnt exp-p-pect that, huh?" Villain stuttered through bloody teeth, "have f-fun with the leftovers."
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"Sidekick, why do you have Ketamine?"
TW: drugging
Sidekick walked confidently walked into the kitchen and straight for the poison cabinet. Villain looked up from his conversation with Teammate and gave Sidekick a tired look. He was supposed to be sleeping, but obviously Sidekick didn't feel like it.
"Sidekick, why are you in the poison cabinet?" He asked. Sidekick pulled out a small, glass container that had Ketamine carved on the lid.
"This." Sidekick held up the bottle to show Villain and Teammate.
"And why do you need it?" Villain stared daggers at Sidekick.
"Hey Villain, maybe he just wants to have a good time." Teammate shrugged when Villain and Sidekick turned to him with horrified looks. "Listen, Sidekick, if you really want a good time, there's LSD right up there too."
Sidekick rolled their eyes in response before turning around to grab their needle.
"Trynna reach K-land, aye? I understand you might not want LSD....it's doesn't last as long."
"For the love of God please shut up." Villain growled. "Sidekick, why do you have Ketamine?"
"To level with that Hero bitch." Sidekick's voice was sprinkled with anger and impatience.
"Mhm, I see..." Villain dropped his chin onto his hand. Sidekick waited for Villain or Teammate to say anything else before turning his back to them and searching through the poison cabniet.
"How much Ketamine does it take to murder someone?"
Teammate turned his head and let out a laugh into his elbow. Villain closed their eyes; whether in annoyance or shock Sidekick didn't know.
"Roughly..." Villain looked to the ceiling like it might give him an answer. "4.2 grams...if he's 150."
"Mk." Sidekick two bottles of liquid Ketamine, and filled his arms with powder Ketamine.
"Stealthy." Teammate commented when a bottle fell to the floor.
"Okay, Sidekick, relax. You're still injured."
"I didn't notice." He sneered.
"I'm being serious with you Sidekick. You're being controlled by your rage, and with that control, you'll lose to Hero. hero is controlled by his brain; no emotions included." Villain blocked Sidekicks path when they make a break for it. "Wait, heal, and then attack. You're being stupid right now. You have a flawed plan that won't work."
"And why is that?" Sidekick raised their arms still full of Ketamine.
"First off, you're planning to poison Hero, right?" Sidekick nodded. "Hero doesn't go to bars or clubs. They don't want to. So you'd have to sneak into their base, and poison their drink with Ketamine. which tastes so bitter that Hero would probably notice."
Sidekick just stood there; feeling stupid and ashamed. He put all the bottles of Ketamine on the kitchen counter. "Yeah, there ya go kid. I'll escort you to your bedroom, k?"
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Whumper, a new ‘villian’ , has started attacking the city where caretaker lives. Caretaker isn’t too worried about it, whumper is more like a thug then anything, until they find out that whumper has a sidekick:
A person with devastating chaotic powers, who seems just as twisted as whumper.
Until one day when the sidekick gets caught and taken in for questioning, the mask is taken off, and it reveals a terrified young person who says they were forced into it by threats.
Caretaker reluctantly takes care of them, torn between wanting to comfort them and the skepticism they’re feeling.
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“Liar.”
Villain watched the city burn.
Hero watched Villain.
The heat was rising up, bright and ugly, filling the night sky with heavy smoke.
Villain stood on the edge of the rooftop, hood pulled back to reveal sharp features and tired eyes. He wore dark clothes, a part of the shadows. “I can hear you,” he said softly. His voice was muffled by a mask—Hero had never seen him without it.
Hero froze, half way across the concrete roof. Then he straightened and walked to stand by Villain.
Neither looked at each other. Below, the fire blazed.
“I have to help,” snapped Hero.
Villain nodded. “You should.” The way he said it was odd. It made Hero hesitate.
“I will. No thanks to you.”
Villain only shrugged.
Hero whirled on him. “I can’t protect you from the law anymore. I hope you know that.”
Villain glanced at Hero. “Oh, I wouldn’t have expected any less.” His voice was mocking— it held suppressed laughter.
Hero’s stomach dropped. Something like despair crawled inside him and tore a hole through everything he thought he knew. He rocked on the edge of the building, preparing to slide off.
Villain grabbed Hero’s wrist. His eyes were bright with reflected flames.
Hero looked at Villain and then at Villain’s hand. “Let go!” he said.
Villain hauled Hero close to him in one jerking motion. “No.” He twisted Hero’s arm sharply behind his back.
Hero’s knees buckled. “Villain!”
Villain clubbed him with the butt of his gun. “Shh.”
Hero drooped in Villain’s grip, the back of his head bleeding. “Liar,” he gasped. “You’re everything they said you are. You’re…a liar.”
Villain clubbed him again, harder this time. “Aw, shut up.”
Without ceremony, Villain tied the unconscious Hero’s hands and feet and threw him over his shoulder. “You can’t protect me from the law—” said Villain, “and I can’t protect you from Supervillain. All’s fair in love and war, right?”
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1. heatstroke - whumpay 2023
the heat of the desert beat down against whumpee's back. their skin was dry against hot sand. they struggled to move forward, one leg after another, just one more step, one more step, you're almost there.
they had been wandering the desert for what felt like days. the horizon showed nothing but dunes as far as the eye could see. they were so screwed. they were going to die out here like this, and after so long stumbling through the desert, they just wanted it to be over.
"'s not fair. not fair. 's not fair..." whumpee muttered to themselves. they had escaped. they had made it out of whumper's clutches so why, why were they not saved?
there was a faraway thrum at the back of whumpee's skull. their head ached something fierce; vicious pounding that beat away incessantly at their temples. their trembling hands swam in their vision. raw and aching, feverish and inflamed, entire body flushed red. they looked up and saw nothing but white.
heatstroke. whumpee almost laughed as they doubled over onto their hands and knees, delirious. they retched, shaking with nausea, but nothing came up. nothing until they saw the red splash of blood fall onto the hot sand. heatstroke. they had escaped whumper, made it out of their clutches, and now they were going to die to something as inconsequential as heatstroke.
"whumpee!" the distant sounds of their teammates rushing out of a helicopter pierced whumpee's ears. they saw nothing but white, white, white. hands on their shoulders. one last retch, and whumpee passed out on the hot sand like a ton of bricks.
#whumpay2023#whumpay#heatstroke#whump#whump drabble#whump writing#whump prompt#hero whumpee#villian whumper#team whump#this one has vague tony stark vibes
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Good news, Whumper decided to let Caretaker and Whumpee go!
Bad news, they’re in the middle of nowhere in horrible weather. And they’re cuffed together. And Whumper gave Caretaker a slow acting sedative before releasing them. And did I mention that Caretaker is about three times Whumpee’s size and Whumpee has NO chance of being able to carry them?
Those two better get moving!
#This also works with Hero and Villian if you want some extra banter and enemies forced to work together#anyway i just love people not being allowed to sleep#also the helplessness of being chained to dead weight#whumpee#whumper#caretaker#whump#not allowed to sleep#sedated#my stuff
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TW: implied murder, mocking death of a loved one
[drabble]
Villian was living a dangerous life with his friends. Yes, friends. Vandalism, flipping-off the police and Hero, and maybe a drop of blood fell down when Villian was going head-to-head with Hero or maybe even Nemesis.
“You...” the reckless, risk-taking and always-high-stakes Villian looks up to meet the confused eyes of Hero, who refused to take anymore shit from Villian, “y-you... fucking killed him.” He turns his eyes again to the gunshot wound on his friend's chest.
“I had to?” says Hero, “Wasn't he just a like a sidekick to you?” He waves his gun around like nothing.
“So... so y-you'd just... mindlessly kill anyone who comes in your way?!” Villian yells, “Is the human life just a toy for you to play with until it breaks?!”
Sooo yeah :) this idea just suddenly popped into my mind, and of course I had to write it down XD
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Appendicitis Pt. 3
Here's Pt. 1 Here's Pt. 2
Here we go! you asked, and I'm happy to deliver! Decided whether or not I wanted this to happen, but I was bored and ended up keeping it! This one is shorter, but I hope you enjoy!!
CW: Hospital setting, waking up during surgery, lmk if I need to add others idrk what else to put
"........Heartbeat increasing......"
"...Medic......."
"...asleep......they need........"
"I don't usually........."
Villian felt their consciousness returning, sure they were in recovery. They remembered Hero finding them in the street, the gas flowing into their nose, and then... now. Light shone above, casting a pink glow that Villian could see behind their eyelids. The beep of the heart monitor pulsed steadily behind the conversation they could barely focus on.
"They need more, where is it?" An unfamiliar voice demanded; their question followed by a 'plop'.
"I don't know, but it's out. Good thing, too. It looks like it's going to burst any minute now."
"Hero, they're going to wake up, their heart rate is increasing..!"
There was a pause, and Villian felt eyes on them.
"I think they already have... Villian?"
A small voice in Villian's head told them that Hero wanted their attention, that they should respond, and they forced their drooping eyelids open.
"Shit... Medic, we need that anesthesia right now."
Villian watched Hero drop something shining from their hand and turn to Villain's head. A tiny, almost foreign bloom of panic and confusion. They looked side to side and strained to force their muscles to obey. Hero noticed, placing a gentle yet firm hand on their shoulder.
"Can't have you doing that, you need to stay down."
Villian tried to argue but their lips seemed unresponsive, only managing a weak groan.
"I know, I'm sorry. Are you in pain?"
Villian looked around with a frantic gaze, breath quickening, and panic pulling them away as they tried to command their body to move, but it wouldn't obey.
"Hey, hey focus in. Blink once if you're in pain, twice if you aren't.
Villian blinked twice and Hero breathed a small sigh of relief.
"Found it!" The other person announced, and they crossed around Villian to the IV stand. Villian's gaze followed the other person and to the tin on the table next to them. They couldn't focus enough to try and understand what it could-
"Hey, hey no don't look over there, look up, look at me."
Villian obeyed and Hero nodded.
"Okay, all hooked up! About thirty seconds." The other person proclaimed.
"nnn...not.....done?" Villian slurred, fatigue already pulling them down as Hero shook their head.
"See you on the other side, Villian."
lmk if you'd like to see a Pt. 4! :)
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