#Slapped

[where-is-my-whump]

Lost in Fuseta 1x01/02 Part 1 Part 2

Added the video for the sounds from the whumpee😫😩🤤😌😏☺️

[how-much-for-a-whump]

Kuruluş Osman 144. - 145. Bölüm

Prompt: "Captivity"

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[emberwren]

What u think, not much but something?

[cinnamonrollwhump]

Lockwood & Co s01e05

[play-my-game]

[bloodybosom]

[emberwren]

Something more

[little-peril-stories]

Febuwhump Day 26 - Help Them

From The Prince of Thieves:

The slap is so fast, so unexpected, it doesn’t even hurt—at first. I gasp and clap one hand to my cheek as it begins to sting, the other hand floating awkwardly before me in its manacle. “What the fu—”

“You,” he snarls, every trace of amusement gone, “do not get to call me by my name. We’re not friends. I’m not on your side. You gave up your right to my given name the night you—”

His words die.

Of course. That’s what this is about.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe, not because I mean it—because I’m not fucking sorry I crept away in the middle of the night without even leaving a note—but because I don’t know what else to say that will make him do what I want.

I’ve always fancied myself a good actor, but perhaps I overestimated my abilities; that seems to be happening a lot these days.

“Do not lie to me,” he hisses. “I’ve no interest in your insincere contrition.” Baden Hatchett takes a breath, straightens his back, narrows his glare. “You said you had information. I will have it.”

All right. I can work with that. Our meeting isn’t going how I planned, but…at least I’m getting somewhere. “I told you. A trade. Make Dr. Gysborne do his job properly. Help him—Fox. He’s so sick, and—and—” I swallow. “And I will tell you all I know.”

[whump-collector]

Mark Waschke as Robert Karow in Tatort: Dunkelfeld

Bonus:

His partner wasn't happy that he got himself kidnapped.

[miralunawritez]

my sister slapped me in the boob reblog if she should get put down

[staydandy]

Numbers (2023) - 넘버스: 빌딩숲의 감시자들 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : Jang Ho Woo is the first high school graduate accountant to join the top accounting firm in the country. With his skills and sense of justice that ordinary accountants rarely have, he is more than a perfect employee. Han Seung Jo, the son of the Vice President of the firm, is the ace accountant who's quite the opposite of Ho Woo. These two work together with numbers to achieve their own goals. Their goals are different, but they are headed towards the same target. Will they be able to serve justice in this accounting firm? (MDL) AKA : Accounting Firm | Numbers: Observers in the Building Forest

Whumpee : Jang Ho Woo played by Kim Myung Soo (left) • Han Seung Jo played by Choi Jin Hyuk (right)

Country : 🇰🇷 South Korea Genres : Action, Thriller, Mystery, Drama, Business, Bromance

Notes : This is a Full Whump List • A LOT of business jargon ... yeah, I know it's a show about accountants .. but .. ya know .. I was hoping it'd be a little more interesting. I'm always optimistic that "business" dramas will slide in some big, twisty, dramatic, whumpy, event or something, idc how cliche it is ... there were some decent, whumpy scenes, but they always were a little shy of actually being good, imo ... idk ... needless to say I skipped a lot [all] of the business talk, & I don't think I missed anything doing so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Episodes on List : 8 Total Episodes : 12

*Spoilers below*

01 : Jang Ho Woo is in a fight; hit with boards, strangled … nightmare

03 : (near end) Han Seung Jo & Ho Woo are in a car accident

04 : Seung Jo has an anxiety attack; chest pain, ear ringing, collapses, passes out … Ho Woo has a nosebleed … Seung Jo is punched

05 : Slapped … (near end) Ho Woo has a nightmare

06 : Working in a freezer, coughing

08 : (at end) In a fight, Seung Jo is blown back by an explosion

09 : … continued from previous ep. ... Ho Woo in a fight, Seung Jo is blown back by an explosion … attacked, grabs a knife blade

10 : Ho Woo slapped, fight, arrested, bruised

More Whump Lists for this show: love-me-a-lotta-whump

[w-h-u-m-p]

Elementary Whump Log pt. 4 (1x21 - 1x24)

Obviously spoilers ahead, I am rather specific about timing and what happens. I also include anything I consider to be whump which includes vulnerable/emotional moments etc. All whump is Sherlock (Jonny Lee Miller) unless otherwise specified.

1x21

3:30 - Sherlock dislocates his own shoulder getting out of a straitjacket - Watson resets it for him

Full Episode - Sherlock witnesses a murder (for the second episode in a row) (not super whumpy but it does appear to affect him)

1x22

30:46 - Headache? Rubbing temples, rubbing face, angry outburst, visibly disregulated

1x23

First minute - Scratched across the face

39:37 - Slapped across the face

Full Episode - Emotional whump and tears

40:55 - Shot in the shoulder, fights assailant, aftermath of being shot

1x24

5:20 - Watson removed bullet from Sherlock's shoulder (no pain meds) and does stitches

First 5 minutes - Scene post-Sherlock getting shot - conversation w/ shooter, but he's in pain obvs

Full Episode - Shoulder pain (from bullet wound)

13:58 - Watson changed bandage on bullet wound, they discuss pain levels

20:20 - Considers stealing drugs - addiction related subplot

21:47 - Shoulder pain

23:52 - Self harm - repeatedly hits bullet wound to try to focus/stay awake

31:17 - Punched in the face / shoved to the ground, held back by police officers, reopens bullet wound, highly emotional outburst to Joan

38:28 - Apparent overdose, and hospital scene

[go-whump-in-the-night]

A long excerpt from a very, very long story. Knox making the Foolish mistake of testing his boss' patience. TW for noncon threats and use of the word "wh-re" as an insult (by a very bad man)

Simms grit his teeth in anger. With a broad gesture he withdrew his knife and stabbed it into the wound in Knox’s stomach, “Knox, fucking look at me when I’m talking to you!”

Knox gasped harshly, hanging his head and feeling a heaving sob pushing through him. He looked down at the blood pooling beneath him for a moment. He panted, vision blurring.

Trembling, he turned his gaze back to Simms, glaring at the vampire through the curtain of his bloody bangs.

“Okay…” he breathed, shocked at his own nerve, “I'm looking…”

Simms started flatly at Knox for a moment. He stepped back, unwrapping his arm from behind Knox and letting go of the knife. He stood for a moment, an arms length away, looking Knox in the eyes with an analytical glower.

He raised his hand, and slapped Knox across the face. He put his whole body into the motion, rotating his entire torso into the force of the blow.

He straightened back up with a look of utter rage on his face, “How DARE you.” He hissed.

Knox’s head was turned to the side and his eyes were wide as he registered the force of the blow. His ears were ringing. He tasted blood, his own this time. His pale cheek blossomed a bright red; Knox looked back at Simms, stunned.

He had never been slapped before. Another first.

Knox was dumbfounded. He wasn’t looking quite into Simms’ eyes, just focusing on the man's bloody tie.

Simms stepped forward and grabbed Knox by the hair, wrenching his face up to look him in the eyes, “You little whore. I made you. I gave you a leg to stand on in this city. If it weren’t for me you’d be a pile of ash in a gutter somewhere.”

Simms was shaking with rage so intense he was actually breathing, “I let you ride on my coattails, and in exchange you’ve worked for me. Now suddenly you’ve got a name for yourself, and I come asking for something only you can give, and you give me lip?”

Simms yanked the knife out of Knox’s torso and held it up to his neck. This time there was no delicate touch. This time, it felt like a butcher grabbing hold of a leg of lamb. He snarled, “I ought to slit your fucking throat and watch you bleed into madness. Then beat you into torpor and wake you when I need a body to whore out. How. Dare. You.”

Knox shook in Simms’ grasp, plain terror on his face. He held himself deathly still, tiny, desperate breaths leaving his lips.

He tried to force himself to speak, to apologize, but he couldn't. His mouth just hung open, a little gasp leaving him. He couldn't think. He couldn't do anything but tremble and stare at Simms.

With no reply from Knox, Simms’ tirade continued unabated, “Or maybe I’ll put a chair leg through your heart and only take it out to show you which part of your family members has arrived in the mail that day, hm?” Simms pressed the blade harder into Knox’s throat, drawing a steady trickle of blood.

“I can cut you until you can’t move anymore. I can bleed you into a husk and bring girls down here for you to drain dry, then let you watch the bodies of your victims rot away in front of you. I can Dominate your mind into such a fucking mess that all you can think about is how to please me and you feel literal pain when I’m not touching you. I could…”

Simms froze. He closed his eyes, drawing in a shuddering breath. The hand in Knox’s hair didn’t relax, and the blade of the knife didn’t fall away. Simms was suddenly completely still, like a statue. His face relaxed into a blank expression.

For a long moment, he was silent.

Knox’s eyes flicked from the Mekhet’s face to his knife hand and back. He didn't dare say anything. He'd been in this position before, with Simms shouting in his face and then, the sudden stillness.

He didn't dare speak. Instead, he waited for a question, a prompt. His neck was tensed against the blade; the belt that was still wrapped around his throat felt suffocating.

Simms opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. Slowly, he lowered his gaze down to Knox, and smiled. It wasn’t a kind smile.

“Knox. Good grief, you really know how to set me off don’t you? You just love to push my buttons.” The knife still didn’t move. Simms leaned closer, the smile widening, “But everything I just said is true. So it would be very, very wise of you to cooperate with me here. Now, what do you say?”

Knox flinched away from Simms, but he didn't break the eye contact Simms had created with him. He was still shaking, hard. He swallowed, wincing at the pain in his jaw.

“I'm...I...I'm sorry…”

The knife dropped. Simms let go of Knox’s hair and gently patted his face, “Good boy.”

[russiantoronto]

Lol he slapped my already bruised bum. Hahahahaha

[chaptertwo-thepacnw]

classic martin and bart |1991|