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Prompt #58
“Were they good?” The villain asked from where they were sitting behind their desk, their legs propped up on the desk. Their eyes held a fire, and the hero swallowed painfully.
“Who?” They asked, pretending not to know who the villain was referring to. But, they knew. The villain was asking about the date they brought home last night, but they had no idea how the villain found out. They had made sure to disable the cameras located around their house before they went out. So, how? How did the villain know?
“You know who I’m referring to.” The villain said, calmly. But there was a hint of venom behind it, a possessiveness trailing along. The hero frowned, looking away. “Tell me, were they good? As good as me?”
“How did you know-” The hero began, the villain cut them off with a curt shake of their head as they took their legs off the table and stood up. The walk was slow, and deliberate, making sure to put pressure into each step as they came and stood right in front of the hero.
“I know, sweetheart. But that’s not important. I asked you a question.” The villain said, their hand twitched and they brought to the hero’s cheeks.
The hero faltered. What was happening? The villain knew and they didn’t seem to be mad, like previous times when they would lash out at the hero and tell them that they belong to them and them alone. But this? This was unexpected. They took a deep breath, and then: “No.” They answered.
And as if the villain could detect it, they spoke up: “You’re a terrible liar, darling.” They said and smiled, almost sadly. The hero raised a nervous eyebrow.
“You know…I wish you were honest with me. But, it’s okay. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” The villain said, their hand stoping the grazing on the hero’s cheek and falling down. They turned around and sauntered to the set of knives they had, packed away, in a glass cabinet attached to the wall. The hero took in a sharp breath, realizing what the villain was implying.
“You didn’t-” They mumbled, clenching their jaw.
“I already have. I’ll let you say goodbye to the body if you want.” The villain said, examining a knife that had hints of blood left on it, evidence that what they were saying was true. The hero stayed silent. Because that’s what they did. They couldn’t do anything, they were bound to the villain. Whether they liked it or not.
Prompt #39
Cw: Drug use
The villain's head throbbed with pain, as they willed themself to sit up. The room was dark, with barely any light. A tiny ray of shine was coming from the window on the right, and they exhaled. Before they could figure out where they were, footsteps echoed in the room, nearing them in the passing seconds.
"Finally awake, are we?" The person spoke, the all-too-familiar voice. The villain recognized it almost immediately but still had difficulty making out what the other was saying. They blinked a few times to make his eyes focus, and brain, work. However, to their veil, it didn't work. Not really.
"Where am I?" The villain whispered into the dark, their throat so dry, it felt like he had just swallowed a handful of sand. A scared feeling crawled up their spine, raising goosebumps in its wake. The hero's voice frightening them, making them feel so small.
"You're in my office. I'm supposed to hold you hostage, until the morning." The hero uttered lazily. Unaware of how the villain's body was shaking, crawling itself in. They forced themself to say something.
"I-...I don't understand." The villain said, gulping.
"I drugged you and then brought you here. Now, do you understand?" The hero asked, an irritated edge accompanying their words. The villain closed in on themself even more and nodded in the pitch black. They blamed themself for ever believing the hero and they had anything going on between them. Clearly not.
June of Doom Day 8
“This is your last chance.” | Drowning | Chair | Prisoner Trade |
Content: drowning, intimate whumper, restraints, defiant whumpee, torture
"This is your last chance Whumpee."
Whumpee struggled against Whumper who was holding them above a tub of water by their wet hair. Water dripped down Whumpee's face as they gasped for breath.
"You can give me the information I need right now or we can keep going at this. I have all the time in the world."
"I'll n-never tell you anythi-"
Whumper pushed their head back under so fast that Whumpee didn't even have time to hold their breath. They coughed and sputtered while uselessly fighting against Whumper's grip. Their efforts were useless, immobilized by the tight handcuffs keeping their hands behind them.
Just when they thought they weren't going to make it, that Whumper was actually going to kill them, they were yanked out of the water. They took in all the air they could get before they were pulled under again. This time they didn't have as much fight left and quickly felt the world go black.
Whumpee awoke lying on the cell floor coughing. They turned over and slowly sat themselves against the wall. They tried to steady their breathing, hair and clothes still damp from earlier that day. Just as they started to relax, the door unlocked.
"Finally up, eh? You passed out on me. Had to end the fun early."
Whumpee scoffed. It definitely wasn't their idea of fun.
Whumper leaned against the wall with their arms crossed, "I have a little present for you." Oh gosh. That could never be good. "I feel like I haven't been going hard enough on you. You're still a little more comfortable here than I'd like."
Whumpee glared, "What do you mean not hard enough? You literally just drowned me until I passed out!"
"Ah, that's exactly what I mean. You're still talking back. You'd think with all that I've done, you wouldn't even think to, but that's just not the case for you, is it? You're so overcomplicated."
"Well, you can't expect me to just take you torturing me without talking back. It's your fault I'm like this anyways."
"I know. That's why I'm going to give you to my friend."
"What?"
"It's just for a few days. They are really good at what they do, even better than me. They'll hopefully straighten you out."
Just a few days. Whumpee could handle that. They should be glad to be away from their torturer, but Whumpee knew Whumper's friends were even more ruthless than Whumper which almost seemed impossible. They could handle it though. They had all this time. They wouldn't break now.
Whumpee was taken by surprise as Whumper pulled out wrist and ankle cuffs.
"What's that for?"
"To make sure you don't escape during transportation. Wouldn't want you to run away before we start. That'd really dampen my reputation."
Whumpee usually wasn't kept cuffed unless on rare occasion like when Whumper drowned them. They stumbled along as Whumper led them through parts of the base they'd never been before. Eventually, they found themselves outside. The sun hit them and they almost melted at it's warmth. They hadn't felt the sun in so, so long. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad. At least they finally got some fresh air even if Whumper's friend was apparently going to break them in or something.
Whumper waved to a friendly looking guy standing just outside of the base.
"Whumpee, this is my friend. Friend, this is Whumpee."
Whumpee almost laughed. There was no way this guy could hurt them, let alone a fly. Whumper was really making a mistake here.
"Nice to meet you Whumpee. I've heard a lot about you. I can't wait for our time together."
Whumpee simply nodded. They stayed strong as they were led into a car and driven away by Whumper's friend. This was going to be a nice break they thought. Boy, were they wrong.
Just a few days later they were begging to go back to Whumper. When the time came, they were dumped unceremoniously at Whumper's door. They nearly cried as Whumper picked them up and carried them to the medbay.
Everything hurt so bad. They were covered in blood and bruises. All they wanted was just a tiny break from the pain.
"Oh, you poor thing. I told you they were harsh. If you would've just listened in the first place this wouldn't have had to happen."
Whumpee cried as Whumper tended to their wounds.
"Shh, I know it hurts but we can't have you getting an infection." Whumper cupped their hand to Whumpee's face. "I know this was hard on you, but it needed to be done. Now you can be nice and good for me."
Whumpee continued to cry as Whumper comforted them. It felt so wrong. They shouldn't let the one who hurt them so much even be near them, but here they were. They were so desperate for even a second of relief that they pushed those thoughts aside. It was okay to need a break. They would take Whumper's comfort for a little bit then everything would go back to normal, right?
June of Doom Day 7
“What happened?” | Nightmare | Isolation | Stumbling |
Content: character "death", slit throat, nightmare, captivity
Whumpee was tied to a chair as Whumper walked towards them with a cruel grin on their face. Whumpee's breath got faster as they struggled against the restraints.
"Long time no see Whumpee."
Whumpee's breath caught in their throat as they noticed Whumper was holding a knife.
"I thought I'd lost you. You really put me to a lot of trouble running away like that."
Whumpee whimpered as Whumper lifted the knife to their throat.
"You turned me in too. I really thought I could trust you."
Whumpee hissed through their teeth as Whumper pressed down the knife enough to draw blood.
"You know I love you Whumpee. I really do, but I just can't stand to look at you after you betrayed me like that. To end my troubles I think I might just have to end you."
Whumpee screamed as Whumper slit their throat. Blood gargled in their mouth and then everything went black.
Whumpee woke up with a scream and frantic breaths. Oh gosh. This can't be happening. Whumper was going to kill them. They were gonna die with that- They realized that Whumper wasn't there. They looked around with bleary eyes. Were they... oh. They were in their room. They reached up to touch their throat with shaky hands. There was no blood. Relief washed over them. They were alive. Whumper didn't win.
Whumpee stumbled out of bed. Gosh, their throat was so dry. They needed water. They took a few unsteady steps before crashing into the wall.
Caretaker came bursting through the door, eyes widening at seeing Whumpee's state. They were leaning against the wall on wobbly legs, sweat and confusion on their face.
Caretaker rushed over to Whumpee and carefully helped them sit down. "Whumpee! What happened?"
"Uhh... I don't really know. I- I was with Whumper and he... killed me. Then I was here and... Can you get me some water please?"
"Of course."
Caretaker came back shortly and handed Whumpee the water which they downed in a few seconds.
"Th-thank you."
"Sure." Caretaker looked at Whumpee, concern lacing their features. "You said you were with Whumper. He's gone, has been for a while. You're safe now. I'm guessing you had another nightmare."
"Uh, yeah. I guess so."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really if that's okay." Whumpee's face turned red, "Could you... um maybe tuck me back in?"
Caretaker smiled, "Of course sweetheart."
Caretaker helped Whumpee into bed and wrapped them up in big, fluffy blankets until they were comfy. They stayed at Whumpee's bedside, playing with their hair. Caretaker smiled as Whumpee peacefully drifted to sleep. They hoped it would stay that way for a while. Whumpee could really use the rest.
June of Doom Day 6
“They don’t care about you.” | Flinch | Broken Promise | Abandoned |
Content: manipulation, intimate whumper
Whumpee flinched as they heard the door to their cell open. Whumper walked in looking almost sympathetic, a look that could never be trusted coming from them.
Whumper sighed, "I just got off the phone with your team."
Whumpee perked their head up at that.
"They had a whole lot to say but I um... have something to tell you."
Whumpee was paying so much attention that Whumper thought their brain might explode.
"They agreed that they aren't coming back for you."
Whumper tried to hide their delight as Whumpee's eyes widened in disbelief like they were a puppy that just got kicked.
"What? You're lying. They wouldn't-"
"Oh, but yes they would." Whumpee shivered as Whumper looked them directly in the eyes walking towards them. "That's why they abandoned you in the first place."
"But... they wouldn't. I know my team better than you and... they wouldn't do that."
Whumper kneeled down in front of Whumpee, face filled with some form of concern but there was a fire in their eyes that Whumpee didn't want to acknowledge.
"Oh sweetheart, I hate to say this but... they don't care about you."
Whumpee's heart shattered in an instant. Deep down they knew their team thought lesser of them and probably weren't coming back, but to hear it straight from Whumper really set it in stone.
Whumpee broke down in tears as Whumper cradled them in their arms.
"Don't cry sweetheart. I know it's not what you wanted to hear, but you still have me."
This only made Whumpee cry harder as they melted in Whumper's arms. It felt so wrong, it was so wrong, but what else could they do? They didn't want to acknowledge it, but the only one they had left was Whumper. Even if they hated them. Even if Whumper had hurt them endlessly for so long. They didn't have a choice so they chose the only thing they could choose; to finally give in.
June of Doom Day 5
“It’s not as bad as it looks.” | Bite | Swelling | Disfiguration |
Caretaker gasped as they saw Whumpee's hand swollen and bleeding.
"Whumpee! What happened? That looks terrible!"
"Eh, it's not as bad as it looks. Just accidentally slammed it in the door.
"Don't lie to me. Let me go get the first aid-"
"No, really. It's not that bad. It barely even hurts. I'll be fine."
Caretaker sighed, "If you say so."
Caretaker came back a while later to see Whumpee cradling their hand with a pained expression on their face. Whumpee quickly hid behind a smile as Caretaker walked in. Caretaker looked at them sternly as they noticed bruises blooming on Whumpee's face.
"I know you didn't just slam your hand in the door. Would you like to tell me what happened?"
"Uh... not really?"
Caretaker glared at them.
"Okay! I just got in a fight. No big deal."
"No big deal?! You can't just hide things like that from me Whumpee. This is happening way too often."
Whumpee thought for a moment. "I mean, where do you think I got it from? You used to get in fights all the time."
"Yeah, but I was a spy! You're not."
"Wellll, it's not that different. You never know when Whumper might snatch me off the street again," Whumpee laughed.
Caretaker couldn't argue with that. Whumpee hadn't been this animated since before Whumper, and they were even making jokes about it.
Caretaker's lips quirked into a half smile, "What will I ever do with you Whumpee?"
June of Doom Day 4
"Does that hurt?" | Impalement | Fracture | Punishment |
Content: captivity whump, blood, impalememt, hand whump
Whumpee's breath quickened as Whumper came closer. Every backwards step they took, Whumper took another step towards them. They eventually found themselves backed into the wall. Whumper glared at them with pure anger.
"You're so stupidly naive." Whumper grabbed Whumpee's hand and held it against the wall, fingers splayed out flat against it. Whumpee shivered at the unwelcomed touch.
"You actually thought you'd be able to get away," Whumper tsked, "Well now I'll make sure you can't."
At this moment Whumpee painfully noticed the knife in Whumper's other hand as they lifted it towards Whumpee.
"Wai- AUHG!"
Whumpee cried out as Whumper jammed the knife through their palm into the wall behind them. Blood trickled down Whumpee's twitching hand.
"Does that hurt?"
All Whumpee could manage to get out were half intelligible pleas.
"Good. I hope you've learned your lesson Whumpee."
They begged incoherently as Whumper walked away, slamming the door behind them. Whumpee broke down into sobs as they were left to wallow in their misery.
June of Doom Day 3
"Well, well, well..." | Hiding | Ambushed | Stalking |
Content: implied stalking, implied torture, drugging, recapture
Whumpee had a sinking feeling that someone had been watching them. Everyone, even themself, tried to brush it off as just the result of being held captive by Whumper for so long. It was just them being paranoid. Or so they thought.
One night after Whumpee had come home from a somewhat normal day at work, they swore they heard footsteps from upstairs. They listened closely and stopped in their tracks as they heard someone making their way down the stairs. Nope, definitely not their imagination. They grabbed a kitchen knife and scrambled into the back of the nearest closet.
Whoever was there was taking their dang time. This made the situation all the more real, and Whumpee hardly noticed they were holding their breath.
As the intruder got closer, Whumpee could make out the all too familiar click of shoes across the tile floor. When the closet door was pulled open, the knife was rendered useless as Whumpee completely froze in terror, dropping the knife as menacing eyes looked down on them.
"Well, well, well," Whumper grinned, "What do we have here?"
Whumpee merely looked up at Whumper dumbfounded. After all the effort in running and rebuilding their life, Whumper had still found them.
"I'm honestly disappointed you thought you could hide from me Whumpee."
"How'd you-?"
"It was quite easy honestly. After you escaped I just asked around. It wasn't hard to notice a traumatized little person like you wandering around begging for help. Gosh, almost everyone I asked had heard about you. I just followed the trails and here I am."
I mean Whumpee couldn't really be surprised at that. They had learned in their time with Whumper that Whumper had ties everywhere. They were overall a kind person to those who knew them under different circumstances and therefore a lot of people trusted them. Whumpee internally cursed themself for thinking they ever had a chance. Whumper would always have the upper ground.
"How long ago did you find me?"
"Oh, months ago. It's been fun watching you try to undo all the work I've done. No matter what you do, I'm still there. Heck, the evidence of me is all over your body."
Whumpee shivered as the scars littered under their sweater became all the more noticable. It was like someone had stuck a match to them and everywhere Whumper had ever hurt them was on fire, burning so hot they couldn't scrub away the pain.
"I'm surprised you could even hold this knife without being reminded of me," Whumper easily picked up the knife, Whumpee too scared to try anything. "We both know that deep down, you'd never be able to hurt me anyways, not after all I've done to you."
Whumpee didn't know what to do anymore. They were corned and Whumper was right, they'd never be able to hurt Whumper no matter how much they wanted to. They could at least waste some time by talking, maybe get some of the answers they'd been hoping for.
"So it was you all along. Everyone thought I was crazy. Even I thought I was."
"Yeah. That's the other thing that was fun. Watching you always on edge trying not to lash out at everyone that tried to help you, but you still ended up pushing them all away. That's why no one is here to save you Whumpee. I'm the only one you have whether you like it or not."
Whumpee shivered at that thought. It was the truth no matter how much they tried to wipe it from their mind. Whumper knew them all too well.
Whumper couldn't help but love how careful Whumpee was being. Trying to stall time, barely saying a word, not even fighting back. That was a big improvement from when they'd first taken Whumpee.
"Ready to go?" Whumper asked, even though they both knew Whumper would drag Whumpee kicking and screaming out the door.
Whumpee's heart dropped, "Wait... what?"
Whumper laughed, "Come on Whumpee, you really thought I just came here to scare you? No, I'm taking you with me."
"You- you can't! This is my home now. I- did so much to get here and... and you can't just take it all away again!"
"Oh, just watch me," Whumper's grin was something Whumpee was all too used to, but this time it was filled with a coldness Whumpee had never seen before and it scared them so, so much.
Before Whumpee could even blink, Whumper injected something into their neck.
"Nonono. You did not," Whumpee's world began to spin and nausea crept up their throat.
"Oh yes I did."
The last thing Whumpee remembered before their world went dark was Whumper scooping them up and their cold voice in their ear.
"Time to go home Whumpee."
June of Doom Day 1
"Help me." | Failed escape | On the run | Fetal Position
Cw: medical whump, needles, restraints
Whumpee contently sighs while slowly opening their eyes, squinting at the bright hospital lights. Their eyes widen as they see an IV sticking out of their arm.
Nononono. This cannot be happening again.
Whumpee starts hyperventilating, tears welling up in their eyes. Without a second thought they reach to pull the needle out, but their arms won't move. They look closer to see they are tied down to the bed. They start thrashing around frantically trying to escape the restraints.
"Where am I?" They couldn't possibly be back with whumper. "Help me!"
Caretaker comes running into the room. Their heart drops as they see whumpee thrashing around with a look of pure terror on their tear streaked face.
"What's wrong whumpee? You're in the hospital, you're safe." Caretaker runs over to whumpee's bedside gently pushing the hair out of their face.
"W-why is there an IV? Why am I tied down?" Whumpee's voice breaks, trying but failing to hold back their tears.
Caretaker grabs whumpees hand, gently rubbing circles on their palm. "I know you hate needles, but you need the IV to stay healthy. I didn't want to have to tie you down either, but everytime you wake up you keep trying to pull the IV out and escape. Don't worry. It's for your own safety ."
"So you're sure you're not drugging me or anything."
"No whumpee, of course not."
"I promise I'll be good. Just- take the restraints off. Please? It... reminds me too much of whumper."
Caretaker's heart breaks again at that. They don't understand what kind of monster could hurt whumpee like this. "I'm sorry but the doctor said to leave them on until we can be sure you won't act out. Can I trust you won't try to run out again?"
"Yes. I won't try anything again."
"Promise?"
"Yeah, I promise."
Caretaker sighs, "Okay."
Whumpee calms down quickly as caretaker undoes the restraints. Whumpee is still frightened by the IV, but they tell themself they'll get used to it eventually.
"Thank you caretaker," whumpee says with a wobbly smile.
Caretaker smiles back warmly.
Whumpee curls into a ball under the sheets, careful not to mess with the IV. Caretaker stays by their side running their fingers through whumpee's hair until they fall into a peaceful sleep. This is going to be a long recovery, but caretaker promises to be by whumpee's side every step of the way.
Intro
Hey there! I've been lurking in the shadows of whumpblr for a while, but thought I'd finally force myself to quit hiding. I'm not gonna put my real name on here so you can just call me my username I guess. Hopefully I'll write my own series eventually, but for now I'll stick to drabbles and smaller stuff. I'm gonna attempt to do some whump challenges but we shall see how that goes. I'm really new to writing whump and I'm still testing things out, so I apologize if this blog is a mess lol.
Some tropes I like: Kidnapping, torture, interrogation, defiant/stoic whumpees, intimate/creepy whumpers, circus whump, mute whumpees/whumpers, drugging
Dislikes: BBU, heavy gore, fully conditioned whumpees (Definitely no NSFW cause I'm a minor.)
I'd also like to note I have social anxiety and selective mutism, so I apologize in advance if I'm a bit awkward and don't respond to things immediately. That doesn't at all mean I don't want to interact with people, I'm just not that good at it.
Thanks for reading! Can't wait to start whumping! :)
reblog if you believe fanfic writers are as valid and talented as any professional writer who publishes and sells their novels
I’m trying to prove a point
I’m not a perfectionist, but finding a typo or a grammatical error in my own already-published fic is like stepping on a Lego honestly
For anyone that needs to be reminded 💕
I feel some may need to hear this as much as I do.
TW: MEDWHUMP/MEDICAL LANGUAGE
Welcome to Medwhump May 2025! This challenge was a success last year so I'm back here again for round 2!
RULES:
No AI-generated content
For completionists, you must fill in a prompt for all 31 days, whether this is the daily prompt or one of the alt prompts. The timeframe for completion doesn't matter (i.e whether you fill all 31 prompts in one day, or take a few months)
If you'd like your work to be featured on this page, please tag this account, @medwhumpmay , and use the tag 'medwhumpmay2025'
When tagging, please use the appropriate whump tag e.g 'seizure whump' instead of just 'seizures'. This avoids clogging important tags with whump content.
Have fun!
If you need any clarification, please feel free to send in an ask or reply to this post and I'll do my best to get back to you.
Thanks to everybody who submitted their prompts, and please reblog for reach!
Happy whumping ❤️
- @whumpetywhumpwhump
TW: MEDWHUMP/MEDICAL LANGUAGE
Welcome to Medwhump May 2025! This challenge was a success last year so I'm back here again for round 2!
RULES:
No AI-generated content
For completionists, you must fill in a prompt for all 31 days, whether this is the daily prompt or one of the alt prompts. The timeframe for completion doesn't matter (i.e whether you fill all 31 prompts in one day, or take a few months)
If you'd like your work to be featured on this page, please tag this account, @medwhumpmay , and use the tag 'medwhumpmay2025'
When tagging, please use the appropriate whump tag e.g 'seizure whump' instead of just 'seizures'. This avoids clogging important tags with whump content.
Have fun!
If you need any clarification, please feel free to send in an ask or reply to this post and I'll do my best to get back to you.
Thanks to everybody who submitted their prompts, and please reblog for reach!
Happy whumping ❤️
- @whumpetywhumpwhump
RUNNNN!!!! HE’S GOT A KNIFEEE!!!
Dark SKK on the ptrn 🫡
More Parental Whumper Prompts
Whumper, having just finished beating Whumpee so badly they can barely move, pulling them into a hug and gently stroking their hair, knowing Whumpee is too exhausted and scared and in too much pain to fight it.
Whumpee, in pain or with a high fever or under the influence of painkillers or sedatives, instinctively grabbing for Whumper's hand as they're about the leave, the word mom/dad slipping out of their mouth before they can stop themselves.
Whumpee pleading for Whumper's help as they're tortured by an even worse whumper.
Whumper arranging for Whumpee to fall into the hands of someone worse so they'll realize just how much better Whumper is by comparison.
Whumper gently brushing and braiding Whumpee's hair, their fingers occasionally touching the bruises they left on Whumpee's neck.
Whumpee, after miraculously surviving a WEEK of being held captive, suffering unimaginable torture and trauma being dropped off, literally dropped off - limp and lifeless on the ground outside caretaker's home.
Caretaker, who has been worried sick while whumpee was missing, discovering the mess they're left in. Calling out all their housemates to help check for a pulse and gently pull whumpee indoors and care for them.
Whumpy things I thought of this month.
•Whumpee's arm being bent behind their back while their pinned/held down
•Whumper putting their boot on whumpee's chest to stop them from getting up
•Whumpee delirious from sickness or pain
•Whumpee being touch starved but afraid of touch
•Whumpee being branded with Whumper's family crest or organization's symbol or initials.
•Bad Caretaker lashing out at Whumpee while Whumpee is on pain medication unable to defend themselves.
•Whumpee who had their tongue cut out for screaming too much
Parental whumper who has underlings. People who hold Whumpee down, tie them up, even punish them for Whumper. People who coldly help a parent torture their own child, because it's their job. Maybe at least some of them know it isn't right and feel guilty about what they're doing, but not enough to stop it.
i really like the trope of an extremely traumatized whumpee sharing a bed with caretaker, who just happens to be their partner.
they don’t do anything, it’s not like that.
it’s the way that caretaker holds whumpee, giving them warmth and a sense of security, helping them fall asleep, and comforting them after nightmares.
now whumpee can relax despite everything they went through; they trust caretaker so much, and caretaker loves them so much, even with all their trauma.
whumpee can only sleep when caretaker is near them, they’ve become their entire sense of security.
it’s just so sad- but so perfect 😭
love that trope, y’all ✨
LULLABY 3/3
Again, mention/implication of SA. Nothing graphic, as usual. Last episode! Hope you like it.
The day he was brought in, he made the whole block go silent for a minute. A murderer– that was what he was in for. Which he quietly but sternly denied every time someone questioned him. It was hard to believe him though, as he looked built to kill. Six feet tall, at least, a mountain of muscle, and a look that silenced even the worst convicts. He never needed to use his fists to gain respect from all. And fear.
For Lull, it was the latter. A dull, resigned fear. It was just another shoe in his ribs, another hand fisting his hair, another voice laughing at him.
His name was Garrett. Not that it mattered. But the name stuck with the dreamwalker, after one particular day.
Lull was limping back from to the cellblock, his hair damp from the shower. Cold water, as always, since he had found that inmates would leave him alone if he was late enough. The water left was freezing, but the situation was still much better than the alternative. He was struggling to keep his eyes open, desperately staggering forward. He had to reach his bunk before the lockdown bell, or else the guards would kill him. Not literally, that would be too merciful. But he could feel his muscles turning to cotton, his head pounding with the overwhelming need to sleep. Before he knew it, he was falling.
Hands grabbed his shoulders, his head hitting a soft surface instead of the floor. Lull flinched away, his movements sluggish, but someone held him back. He froze, meeting the other man's eyes, and immediately abandoned the fight. It was that new inmate, Garrett, towering three feet over him.
Lull sagged in his grip, going limp in anticipation. He knew how to be away, when it would happen. Hurt less this way.
But this time, the man held him up instead of letting him crumple. The former villain risked an eye contact, and met a frowning face. Bad. Bad. It was always worse when they were in a bad mood.
"Hey. You can't stand or what ?"
Lull's face did something complicated, before settling on confusion. What ? His knees were weak, but he managed to stay on his feet. Garrett's hands were still tight on his arms.
"Are you gonna collapse again? Coz the late shift guards are gonna kill you if you don't make it to the block."
As if he didn't already knew that. Still trying to catch his breath, and to keep his eyes from closing, he reluctantly accepted Garrett's help, leaning on his shoulder for balance. The corridor seemed to be moving, even though he was the one swaying unsteadily on his feet. It was only after a few steps, when the bigger man's hands stayed where they were supposed to be, that Lull started to relax. For some reason, it seemed that the other inmate was genuinely helping. However, the dreamwalker knew better than to hope. Eventually, everything always had a price.
With Garrett's help, he stumbled and collapsed on his bunk bed. The other man didn't comment, taking a few steps away, toward his own cell. Through the bars, Lull could see a group of familiar faces, hovering nearby. Their gazes were aimed right at him, their smiles sharp. Full of unwanted promises. But he was already slipping, unable to resist the tug of sleep. Once again, he would be helpless. Once again, he would wake up covered in bruises. Humiliated, broken.
The mattress bent under someone else's weight. Garrett, still there. He had noticed the other inmates too.
"Hope you don't mind, I think I'll sit here for a little while. The mattress is comfortable."
It took a few seconds for the words to register in Lull's sleep deprived brain. But when it did, his eyes widened slightly in surprise –and wariness. But in his state, there wasn't much he could do but pray, and he quickly fell into oblivion.
It was his first peaceful night in months.
When he woke up, he was alone. As usual, he checked himself up, his surprise growing. No new bruises, no sore points or body aches. Garrett had... Had actually protected him. But why ?
Throughout the day, Lull noticed that Garrett was watching him. Not the creepy kind, when someone would follow him until he couldn't stay awake anymore. Just... Watching. The others must've noticed as well, since no one made a move to approach him. That man was not someone you'd want to cross.
Lull fell asleep during unlock time, in the courtyard. One second he was awake, swaying on his feet, and the second, he was collapsing to the concrete floor. Before anyone could take advantage of it, Garrett sat down on the bench nearby. The others took the hint. Although a lot of them glared at him, muttering curses. Hovering. Waiting. They wouldn't let go of their favourite toy so easily.
It happened during work detail; Lull was sorting clothes for laundry, and Garrett was working in the workshop. Too far. Three men pushed him in a corner. They didn't bother with gentleness. When they finally left, Lull was barely conscious, his breathing hoarse and painful from the new bruises etched on his chest. He was surprised to find that's he was crying. He couldn't feel anything, numb to the world, but tears ran down his face nonetheless. His body remembered what his mind refused to.
The guards found him like this, and didn't bother with questions. They hauled him up, his legs too weak to hold him. And when they dropped him on the floor of his cell, Garrett was there. Waiting. His arms were crossed and his expression blank, but Lull could see the anger in his eyes. As soon as they were alone, he approached, and let out a sigh.
"How did you survive that long in here ?"
Lull eyed him warily, pushing himself up on shaky hands. His vision was going in and out, as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
"Why did you help me? What do you want from me ?"
"Nothing."
The former villain didn't believe him. But it didn't mattered. What did were the hands pulling him up with surprising gentleness, and taking him to the bunk bed. It was the last thing he felt before passing out cold.
Things changed quietly. None of them was very talkative, and it was often in silence that Lull would fall asleep without fear. Garrett didn't need any warning to catch him before the fall. At night, they'd huddle together. Then, they could speak. Just a few words, whispered.
"I'm innocent. Never killed that guy."
Lull had sleepily hummed, and nodded.
"I know."
It was all they needed. And if the former villain sometimes flinched away from his touch, Garrett never commented on it.
They knew their relationship was fragile, and could shatter at any moment. But for the moment, they were together. And that was the closest thing to happiness Lull had ever experienced. He would never dream again, but maybe he could live.
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Brutal whump idea:
A large ring pierced through Whumpee’s mouth, below their tongue and straight through their jaw. A chain hooked to that, and used to drag them around like on a leash, tugging whenever they’re moving too slow.
Not only the pain, but it works as a permanent gag. Maybe it goes through their tongue as well. They can’t speak right. They can’t eat. Any sound comes out as a pathetic whine. They can’t close their mouth, maybe their hands are bound behind them so they can do nothing about the blood and saliva dripping down their chin.
The only thing that matters is that they certainly won’t be mouthing off to Whumper again.
CW: Blood, Amputation
"From now on, you will do as I say if you value your life." Whumper snarled menacingly.
"I'm nice though, so I'll give you ten chances. Your first order is this: kneel before me."
Whumpee stared defiantly from the floor where they lay crumpled. They sneered at their captor, narrowing their eyes.
"Oh, yes, you're so nice, kidnapping me and everything. Real stand-up behaviour from you there!" They spat, eyes darkening, "I will never follow your commands, you monster."
Whumper's aura of confidence shifted to one of slight frustration, glaring at Whumper like they were a particularly petulant child.
"Fine, you want to test your boundaries? I know mutts like you tend to do that under new masters." They grabbed Whumpee harshly by the wrist, yanking them over to a wooden table hidden in the shadowy corner of the room. There, they strapped Whumpee's hand in place by the wrist, palm down, tightening the leather buckle they used until their captive's flesh burnt red from pressure. They then locked it shut, to prevent any unwanted tampering.
"Ten chances, I suppose one of those would end up being wasted on a learning experience hm?" Whumper mused light-heartedly, rummaging through a storage box next to the table. Whumpee took the time to experimentatively pull against the strap, working the buckle with their hand.
"Oh, I'd move that other hand out of the way if I were you!"
Before Whumpee could fully grasp what that could mean, Whumper spun around, cleaver knife in hand. Quick as a flash they grabbed the little finger on Whumpee's restrained hand, pulled it away from the rest of them, and brough the cleaver down on it with a sickening crunch.
For a second, Whumpee felt nothing. Then, the white hot pain hit them with the force of a truck, and they screamed like a wild animal, their body going limp as they fell to their knees in agony.
Whumper doused the nub left behind in a sterile saline solution, tightly wrapping it in gauze, halting the bleeding. They picked up the quickly cooling amputated finger and crouched down, holding it in Whumpee's face.
"That's one chance gone, ok? I'm sure you understand not to waste the remaining nine."
Whumpee weakly nodded.
the world seems to fade in and out, blood rushing through their ears drowning out the voices around them. it hurts- is all whumpee can think, the pain is setting their body alight and sending stars to dance before their eyes. they’re confused and scared, the world too big and loud for their semi conscious brain to comprehend.
but then, arms are wrapping around their fragile body, settling the shakes that ravage their frame. they panic at first, weakly fighting against whatever new torture this is; but then they hear it, the soft lull of caretaker’s voice. a hand cards through their hair and the rumble of caretakers chest is welcoming as they press against it.
the world is slipping through their fingers now, and whumpee lets their consciousness fade away as they weakly grip onto the back of caretaker’s shirt.
CW: Flashbacks, ptsd mention, past trauma mention, Whumpee guilt
Whumpee sees their face in the bathroom mirror, the overgrown hair, bloodshot eyes, and the bruises that their entire body is covered with.
Just then, some flashbacks from the time they were being tortured come. They remember how the Whumper used to love running their hand through Whumpee's hair.
Suddenly, Whumpee is possessed by the urge to take an electric shaver and they run it over their hair.
They don't stop until all their soft, beautiful locks are lying in clumps next to their bare feet on the bathroom floor.
When Caretaker walks in and sees this, they take away the shaver from Whumpee, because they don't want Whumpee to hurt themselves by mistake.
Caretaker sets down the shaver and turns to Whumpee.
But Whumpee's eyes are cold and empty.
It makes Caretaker worry about them even more.
"What do you think you're doing!" Caretaker screams at the Whumpee.
Whumpee breaks down and drops to the floor, head in their hands.
In their eyes Caretaker can see the torture they are still mentally going through from their time in captivity.
"Why'd you do that, Whumpee?" they ask.
The Whumpee finally raises their head and looks Caretaker in the eye.
"I just ... I just felt like it."
"Then you should have asked me to do it for you!"
"I wanted it gone now! I JUST FUCKING WANTED IT GONE NOW! So leave me alone!"
Caretaker has never felt so helpless.
They crouch down on the floor and look in Whumpee's eyes.
Eyes that used to be vibrant but are lifeless now.
They place a hand on Whumpee's shoulder and speak in a gentle voice. "It's okay," they say to Whumpee, "I understand. Just please let me know first, next time you want to do that? Okay?"
When they hear this, Whumpee grabs Caretaker and pulls him in a tight embrace, on the wet floor of the bathroom and the Caretaker hugs them back.
"I'm sorry, Caretaker! I'm really sorry! I don't know what comes over me sometimes! I know you were only trying to help!"
So, Caretaker tries to calm Whumpee down. "Hey, just relax okay? You're with me now, Whumpee. You hear? Not Whumper! And you'll get used to it, just give it time. Let your body and your mind heal."
Once the Whumpee has calmed down enough, Caretaker helps them up and they take the electric shaver and use it to properly smooth out Whumpee's hair.
Caretaker then sets down the shaver and helps Whumpee take a shower.
Then, they bring fresh clothes to Whumpee and help put them on.
When the Whumpee is freshly showered and clean, Caretaker can see that they are feeling a little better.
So, Caretaker helps Whumpee to the bed.
They give Whumpee their meds and tuck them in.
"Just get some rest, okay?" They say to Whumpee.
Caretaker leans in and kisses Whumpee's forehead.
Whumpee finally closes their eyes and drifts off, finally feeling at peace.
Fucking love defiant whumpees who are all bark and no bite, especially when they kick up such a fuss with their whumper, spitting venomous words and promises that they'll never submit...
And all it takes for the cool, level-headed whumper to call their bluff and threaten them with a knife to the throat before whumpee is like a kicked puppy with their tail between their legs, a humiliating reveal to their true self that whumper can't help but rub in
A group of Whumpers who kidnapped Whumpee for the sake of it The whumpers don't have a cell in their basement or a room dedicated to torture- No. These Whumpers simply throw Whumpee in their garage and keeps them tied up there As all these whumpers have their fun with Whumpee, it's all being recorded on handheld camera. The footage is shaky and grainy but the image of Whumpee all bloodied and bruised is unforgettable
Perhaps one of the Whumpers is more gentle towards Whumpee, sometimes they pause the recording and take the moment to take care of Whumpee's wounds. Giving them encouraging words and saying that they need Whumpee in tip top shape While another one of the Whumpers is truly sadistic, the worst one of them all. They love the look on Whumpee's face when they pull the hammer off the tool rack Just...whumpers who never really had a goal with Whumpee, they don't want a pet or anything, they just want a toy. A thing to hurt for the sake of it