#day 2: whump

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SUPERNATURAL REC FEST (@spnficrecfest)

DAY 2 - KINKS OR WHUMP (BOTH)

Baton Rouge | @prince-of-elsinore (2021) (Rated E, 7.5k, Sam/Dean, wound tending, first time, s15) Sam and Dean drive into the heart of a storm.

Put Your Arms Around Me Like A Ring Around The Sun | t_fic (topaz) (2011) (Rated E, 15.7k, Sam/Dean, Sam/Dean/OFC, first time, sex magic) "I dunno, man," Dean says, after Sam literally shakes him to get him to focus. "I don't feel bad, just... not there all the time. Like there's a hole or something and it's sucking me down into it." They're a day-and-a-half drive from Bobby's; Sam make it in a little over eight hours.

All That I'm Good For | witling (2013) (Rated M, 3.5k, Sam/Dean, underage mention, morphine, alcohol) “You're kidding me,” he called, and then he had to get up, heave himself painfully out of the bed and find his balance—he was drunker than he'd thought—and go lean in the bathroom door. “Did you just…do we have a suicide pact, now?”

What Lasts | @zmediaoutlet/deadlybride (2021) (Rated M, 17.3k, Sam&Dean, gen, wound tending, s8) Not long after they move into the bunker, Dean loses a leg. Most of a leg. After the hospital, Sam brings him home, and they figure out how to live with what remains.

The Gold Room | @hathfrozen (2022) (Rated E, 31.5k, Sam/Dean, UST, wound tending, first time, ps-s2) Sam grew into wanting Dean the same way he grew into his bones. It isn’t something they can will or trick or ignore away. It isn’t something that can be undone.

These Things I Know Are True | killabeez (2011) (Rated E, 4.6k, Sam/Dean, first time, s6) Cas is off the rails, Sam's barely keeping it together, and Dean's trying to figure out where they go from here.

Just Like Heaven | @redmyeyes (2023) (Rated M, 6.8k, Sam/Dean, forced proximity, soulmates but it hurts, s5) They both went to heaven. Dean came back wrong.

Stay The Distance | lazy_daze (2011) (Rated E, 24k, Sam/Dean, nightmares, forced proximity, s6-7) "You know why. I'm not leaving my brother alone out there." Sam is dependent on Dean's touch and closeness after the wall falls - Dean's presence reminds him of why he chose to wake up, and keeps the memories at bay, allowing Sam to function.

Desiderata (WIP) | @dyed-red (2021) (Rated E, 45k, Sam/Dean, caretaking, first time) Dean is hit with a curse. It shouldn’t take that much to resolve, could be a gift under other circumstances, but life’s not that simple for the Winchesters.

You'll Never See Us Again | @according2thelore (2023) (Rated T, 5k, Sam&Dean, Sam/Dean, nightmares, touch-starved, s7) Sam suffers from nightmares and touch starvation post-Cage. They do their best to deal.

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@whumpgifathon | Day 2: "Fever"

My New Boss Is Goofy, 1x05, Aigo Kinjou

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i think tim is high maintenance the way a boarder collie or austrialian shepherd is. like you have to make sure they're not only given space to expend energy but you have to specifically let them get the herding instinct out and challenge them intellectually or they start destroying ur home

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I'm all for viktor manhandling jayce, but let's be real. Jayce is LUCKY viktor chose that path

Had viktor approached jayce in human form, hugged/cradled him, held his face, and soothed him with sweet nothings, that man would have FOLDED like a lawn chair

After months of torture? HIM??? He would not survive

[just-here-for-the-whump]

@whumpgifathon | Day 2: Feeling Sick

Fever

Smallville 8x3 Toxic

[serickswrites]

Up on the Housetop

Warnings: referenced torture, wounds, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee was exhausted. They had to be. Caretaker knew they had to be exhausted. Caretaker themself was exhausted, and so Whumpee had to be too.

But no matter how much Caretaker tried to coax Whumpee to rest, to sleep and recover, Whumpee wouldn't. They lay awake in the bed, moaning quietly. Their sweat soaked brow as feverishly hot and Caretaker began to worry that Whumpee was hurting themself further.

"Darling, you need to sleep. It's the only way your body is going to be able to heal everything from..." Caretaker let their voice trail off at seeing the terror fill Whumpee's eyes again.

"From Whumper. You can say it," Whumpee croaked. They stared at Caretaker with fever bright eyes. "I....I can't sleep."

"You can, darling. I'm here. You're safe. I'll watch over you. I promise. Please, please just let yourself rest. For me?"

Caretaker felt guilty as Whumpee nodded. They knew every time Whumpee shut their eyes they were reliving what Whumper did to them. But they needed to rest. It was the only way their body was going to heal. "It's ok. I'm here. You're safe. I'll watch over you," Caretaker repeated softly. They rubbed soothing circles on Whumpee's palm as they watched Whumpee slowly fall into a fitful sleep. "You'll be ok," Caretaker whispered again as they watched over Whumpee. Whumpee had to be ok. They just needed time.

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

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Day 2 of @augusnippets

Prompt used: platonic bathing

Not used: hair care / make-up

CW: nudity (non sexual), bruises, hurt/comfort

Caretaker carried Whumpee into the bathroom and calmly sat them on the stool in front of the sink. Whumpee flinched in pain from the movement.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Caretaker asked worriedly.

Whumpee nodded no. They were too exhausted to speak. Their entire bodies hurt, the joints in their arms and legs felt like they were going to break. Their skin was covered in bruises and sore spots, sometimes purple, sometimes yellowish.

Caretaker slowly undressed them, being careful with their sore body. Whumpee didn't protest. Caretaker lifted them into a bridal carry again and placed them in the already full bathtub.

Time passed slowly as Caretaker cleaned the wounds and massaged Whumpee's back. The two sat in silence, just enjoying each other's company, a spasm of pain coming from Whumpee here or there, followed by an apology from Caretaker. Only when Caretaker focused on washing Whumpee's hair did the silence break with a gasp.

"All good?" Caretaker said.

Whumpee smiled. A bruised and tired but genuine smile. Then they giggled.

Caretaker giggled back nervously. "What is it?"

“Shampoo is only for the roots, and conditioner for the ends, silly!" Whumpee said, starting to laugh loudly.

They both laughed at the joke. The sounds of their laughter were music to each other's ears.

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@augusnippets day 2

Platonic bathing / hair care / makeup

Demihuman whumpee, drowning mention

Whumpee stepped into the bathroom, Caretaker's hand resting on his back. He paused just before he got to the bathtub, sucking in a breath and turning into Caretaker's warm chest. He buried himself in the warmth, too scared to turn back to the water.

"Whumpee," Caretaker soothed, rubbing the demihuman's back, "you don't need to be afraid. I'm right here." He reached up to rub behind Whumpee's fluffy ears. "You aren't gonna drown on my watch, alright?"

Whumpee seemed to relax at this, if only by a little, and let go of Caretaker. Whumpee was still as the human gently removed the scarce clothing he was wearing. Once undressed, Whumpee turned to the water again. His mind flashed with not-so-distant memories— memories of being held under the water of a tub not too different from this one, of sucking in the liquid by mistake, of the burning his lungs and nose felt afterwards.

Caretaker's hand was on the small of his back, leading him into the porcelain bath. Carefully, with shaking legs, Whumpee took a step in.

For a moment, he panicked and froze, shutting his eyes, only soothed by Caretaker's gentle coo, "shh, shh, it's okay Whumpee. It's nice and warm, isn't it?"

It was. Whumpee forced his eyes back open, seeing the water below him. It only came up to his calf, and the inviting warmth seeped into his leg.

With help from Caretaker, Whumpee got his other leg in and eased into a resting position in the tub. Caretaker made sure that Whumpee's chin didn't meet the water, but otherwise he was submerged.

God, he missed this. It had been years since he'd had a proper bath— probably since he were eight or nine. He pretty much zoned out as Caretaker scrubbed his body with a soapy sponge, wiping away so much grime and grit that Whumpee barely recognized his skin.

When it came to Whumpee's hair, Caretaker had him sit up, back facing him. Whumpee sighed pleasantly as water ran down his head (tilted back, of course, so no water got on Whumpee's face). Caretaker's fingers massaged Whumpee's scalp, almost making him fall asleep.

As his hair was rinsed for the final time, Whumpee spoke up.

"Can I have another one tomorrow?"

"Whumpee, are you sure—?"

"I'm sure."

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After the Fight - a Gladiator II fanfiction

Fandom: Gladiator II Characters: Lucius, Ravi Prompt: this was written for day 1 of @whumpcember 2024, prompt: Broken Bones. Word count: 2379 Warnings: contains descriptions of broken bones, injuries and (painful) wound treatment.

Ravi saw it immediately in the way Lucius stepped out of the arena. Apart from the usual cuts and bruises from another life or death fight, there visibly was something more going on.  It was in the way Lucius held his left arm and clutched it protectively close to his body, refusing to move his hand in any way or form. All in all, Ravi concluded, this didn’t promise much good. 

Ravi waited until things had mostly quieted down again in the catacombs of the Colosseum, before he approached Lucius’ cell. Lucius sat on the chair by the little desk, with his back to the cell’s door, hunched over and visibly uncomfortable. 

"Can I come in?" Ravi knew he didn’t have to ask, but he respected Lucius too much to just barge in. Lucius half-looked over his shoulder, but made no attempt to get up or even move at all. "You don’t have to ask." Ravi unlocked the cell door and stepped inside, dragging a second chair in with him. He set the chair down beside the desk, opposite Lucius. 

Lucius silently watched as Ravi sat down. Both men stared at each other for a short while.  Ravi couldn’t help but notice how dejected Lucius looked. The look in those blue eyes was full of pain and misery. He sat hunched over, his posture lacking any of the usual confidence and power. He might have won the fight out in the arena today, but it had clearly taken a lot out of him. 

"Show me." Ravi spoke softly, friendly. He didn’t even need to ask if there was an injury or whether Lucius was in pain, because that much was already written all over Lucius’ face. Lucius slowly held out his left hand to Ravi. A grimace of pain accompanied his every move. Ravi whistled softly through his teeth at the sight in front of him. The injury was instantly clear. Lucius’ hand was swollen, with two fairly deep lacerations and dark bruising to the back of it. 

"Pretty, huh?" Lucius mumbled defeatedly. "It's a nasty injury, I agree." Ravi looked up. "But nothing I can’t help with. Although…" "It will hurt." Lucius finished the sentence before Ravi could. "Yes." Ravi nodded. "Sure." Lucius scoffed sarcastically. "I really don’t mind more of that."

Ravi felt sorry for Lucius. He would never willingly hurt him, but these wounds needed treatment. Infection always was a big risk, and Ravi would do everything in his power to prevent that happening to Lucius. 

"I need to get some things to treat this." Ravi disappeared momentarily from the cell. Lucius took a deep breath and slowly let it go. This injury was a nasty one, surely one of the most painful ones he’d ever sustained. He rested his face in his uninjured hand, closing his eyes. For a moment, he just focused on the ache of his bruises, the sting of the many cuts, and the excruciating throbbing of his injured hand. 

"Are you alright?" Lucius startled from Ravi suddenly placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. He hadn’t even heard Ravi come back in, carrying an armful of supplies. "Yeah." Lucius nodded wearily. "But I’m… in a lot of pain." "And I’m going to have to hurt you some more," Ravi said apologetically, "but I promise you it will make it better in the end." Lucius sighed defeatedly. "I’m hoping for that."

Ravi motioned for Lucius to give him his injured hand again. Lucius obliged, but visibly trembled as Ravi took his hand. His breath caught high in his chest in anticipation of the fresh pain he knew was coming.  "Try to relax," Ravi said softly. Another shiver ran through Lucius. "I can’t."

Ravi carefully moved Lucius’ hand to rest flat on the tabletop of the little desk. He inched closer to have a good look, before gently pressing and feeling different parts of Lucius’ hand and fingers. Lucius squeezed his eyes shut and did his best to keep his breathing level, as even the slightest and gentlest touch from Ravi caused him such pain that it left him seeing black spots. "Can you feel this?" Ravi softly squeezed Lucius’ forefinger. "Unfortunately I can." Lucius answered through gritted teeth. 

Ravi sat back in his chair. "Take a breath for a moment." He could see Lucius was struggling with the pain, and the last thing he wanted was him to pass out from it. Lucius blew out a shaky breath. "Was that it?" "No, not even close," Ravi answered, "I can confirm that you broke your hand, though. Which means that I need to try and set the bones, and those lacerations need cleaning and a few stitches."

Deep down, Lucius had already known he’d broken at least one bone in his hand. He had heard it happen out in the arena, but he still had had a little hope that Ravi would come to a different conclusion. Now that he had actual confirmation, Lucius groaned under his breath. This was going to hurt… even more.

"Take this." Ravi handed Lucius some Devil’s Breath. Lucius hesitated. He didn’t like how the Devil’s Breath made his mind foggy, but the amount of extra pain treating his injuries would cause made it very tempting. Ravi watched him silently, simply raising one eyebrow at Lucius’ hesitation. Finally, Lucius accepted the Devil’s Breath and took a deep inhale of the stuff. 

Ravi gently took Lucius’ hand in his. "Ready?" "No." Lucius tensed up at the mere thought of what Ravi was about to do. "But get it over with. Quickly, please." Lucius closed his eyes. He tried to focus on the effect the Devil’s Breath had on him, but nothing could fully numb the pain he knew was coming. 

Ravi’s fingers glided gently over Lucius’ hand at first, but even that made Lucius tremble with pain. "Deep breath." Ravi lingered on a spot somewhere in the middle of the back of Lucius’ hand. Lucius inhaled another lungful of Devil’s Breath. It was as if Ravi had been waiting for that moment. In sync with Lucius’ inhale, Ravi pressed down two fingers hard on exactly the spot which hurt Lucius most. 

Even the Devil’s Breath did nothing to mask this kind of pain. Lucius screamed out, doubling over and trembling with the most excruciating pain he’d ever felt. He had sustained plenty of injuries in his life, both minor and major, but nothing had ever hurt him like this. The world swam around Lucius. He had trouble keeping his whimpered breaths level, and he honestly believed he would pass out right then and there. 

"Stay with me." Ravi’s voice was calm, as he gently let his hand rest on Lucius’ back.  "I’m trying…" Lucius’ voice trembled. "I’m trying…" "I know," Ravi soothed, "deep breaths, deep breaths. You’re doing good." "That hurt," Lucius gasped in between panted breaths.  "I hate to tell you that I’ll have to do that one more time." Ravi sounded genuinely sorry.  Lucius groaned, but he, too, knew it had to be done. "Go ahead." He dipped his head once to give his permission. Ravi gave Lucius a soft pat of encouragement on his back. "I’ll make it quick."

Ravi placed two fingers on the same spot on the back of Lucius’ hand. He pressed down gently at first, but steadily increased the force of the pressure. Lucius groaned and whimpered loudly, shaking all over in pain. He did his best to keep it together, but he couldn’t take much more. 

"Stop, please, stop…" Lucius finally whimpered. It was just too much. "Almost…" Ravi kept his composure and didn’t stop the treatment. "Because… that’s it!" He pressed down even more firmly on the back of Lucius’ hand, until a nauseating cracking sound could be heard. 

Lucius fully screamed out now, doubling over in pain once more. His vision swam around him as he swayed in his chair. "Easy." Ravi steadied Lucius by quickly grabbing him by the shoulders. "Breathe." Lucius took a few trembling breaths, before sitting a little more upright again. "Ow…" He mumbled sarcastically. Ravi chuckled wryly. "Sorry." Lucius blinked slowly. "That wasn’t all, was it?" His voice sounded weary, exhausted.  Ravi shook his head. "But the worst is over. I need to clean those cuts." He motioned to two fairly deep lacerations on Lucius’ hand. "And put in a few stitches." "Alright." Lucius’ breaths were still rather heavy and uneven as the pain was still hard to deal with. 

Ravi rummaged around through his supplies, until he found the flask he was looking for. "Vinegar." He announced as he pulled the cork out of the flask. Lucius smiled softly. "I know that stuff by now."

Ravi poured a generous amount of vinegar over Lucius’ hand. Lucius had been prepared for it, because he knew how it stung on open wounds, and this was nothing compared to the pain of Ravi setting his broken bones just now. Lucius winced nonetheless, face screwed up in discomfort. 

Ravi gently dabbed at the wounds with a cloth to make sure they were properly clean. Lucius watched him silently. All his energy was spent, and he felt like he could collapse at any moment with exhaustion. "Just a little longer." Ravi spoke without looking up. He felt Lucius’ energy draining. "I know." Lucius mumbled wearily. 

Lucius followed Ravi’s every move as he measured out the thread for the stitches. "I still don’t understand why you’re helping me," Lucius mumbled suddenly. He liked Ravi, trusted him with his life by now, but he couldn’t wrap his head around why Ravi willingly chose to keep working around gladiators after gaining his own freedom.  Ravi glanced at Lucius over the needle he was attempting to pull a thread through. Lucius stared back, eyes becoming slightly unfocused with his exhaustion and the effects of the Devil’s Breath. 

"I got out." Ravi answered after a full minute of thought over his answer. "I’ve been through a lot, seen a lot, but I got my freedom. I want to give others that same possibility, too. And if I can make sure that they don’t die of their injuries first, then that’s what I have to do." Lucius pondered over that answer. He felt like it was the first time that Ravi truthfully answered that question to anyone. "But why take an interest in me?" Ravi chuckled. "Because there is a lot you’re not telling me, I can feel that. Maybe I’m intrigued, maybe I’m crazy for it, but I genuinely feel there’s a destiny you have to fulfill."

The truth lingered on Lucius’ lips. He wanted nothing more than to tell Ravi everything, but he couldn’t. It was too dangerous, not only for himself, but surely for Ravi, too. And Lucius would not take the risk of endangering Ravi’s safety. "You’re right in more ways than you know," Lucius finally said. Ravi smiled crookedly. "I thought so."

Ravi held up the needle and thread. "Sorry to hurt you one more time." Lucius groaned in pain once again as Ravi set the first of the stitches. It hurt, but somehow this pain was bearable to him. He had had plenty of stitches done by Ravi by now, so he might have just gotten used to it.  Lucius watched Ravi work. "Thank you for helping me," he said softly after a while of silence.  Ravi shrugged. "My pleasure."

Lucius winced painfully as Ravi bit through the thread after applying the last of the stitches. "I’ll just put a splint on your hand, and then we’re all done," Ravi announced, "you should get some sleep." Lucius yawned. After the bones of his broken hand had been set it hurt less, but his hand still throbbed painfully. The Devil’s Breath took the sharpest edges off, but the pain had worn him out completely. The foresight of getting some sleep was a real blessing to him. 

Ravi took two small pieces of wood, which he gently placed against the back and palm of Lucius’ hand, securing them in place by wrapping a bandage around the hand and wrist. "Not too painful?" Ravi asked. "Everything is painful right now," Lucius mumbled. Ravi slowly shook his head. "I’m afraid there’s nothing more I can do about that." "That’s alright." Lucius slowly stood up from his chair. Immediately he swayed dangerously on his feet. Ravi was quick to jump up, too, and steady Lucius to make sure he wouldn’t go crashing to the floor.

Ravi guided Lucius the few steps it took to the bed, and gently helped him lie down. "Take it easy, you’re alright." Ravi soothed. "Get some sleep." Lucius lay down on his back, pulling the blanket over himself with his good hand. He was so worn out and exhausted, from both the fight in the arena and the pain of his injuries, and he felt like he could sleep for ages. 

"If you need anything, I’ll be right outside." Ravi gathered up his supplies and made to leave. "Ravi?" Lucius stopped his friend from walking away. "Yes?" Ravi turned back. Lucius hesitated to ask the question. "Will you… will you watch over me as I sleep?" Ravi didn’t answer immediately, but finally nodded his head. "Of course. Just let me get my book." Lucius hummed softly and closed his eyes. Sleep was dragging at him already, and the thought that Ravi would stay with him soothed him. 

"Asleep already?" Ravi returned to the cell with a book in his hand, and sat down in the chair again. "Almost," Lucius mumbled barely audible without even opening his eyes. "Don’t fight it," Ravi said softly, "just give in to it. You need the sleep."

Lucius willed all the pain and aches to the back of his mind. Instead, he tried to focus on the comforting things around him: the occasional soft rustle of Ravi’s robes, the sound of a page turning, and the feeling of the blanket covering him warmly.  The calm energy Ravi oozed from just sitting by his bedside, reading a book, wore off on Lucius. He felt himself slip into the arms of sleep more and more, until, finally, he gave into it. 

Lucius slept, and with Ravi watching over him, he knew he was completely safe. 

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@whumpgifathon Day 2: Fever

Shardlake, Ep 01, Simon Whelplay

[hereissomething]

studies of my favorite living sim

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)

previous /// next (cw: injection)

combined suggestions from two different anons!

to answer the question posed in the branding ask: the shape of the brand wouldn't necessarily have a psychological impact, but that could change if it were permanent :)

@violets-whumperflies , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink , @whumpsday , @suspicious-whumping-egg @cryptidwritings

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AI-Less Whumptober Day 13 - "Take Me Instead"

Insect Detective 2 - Ep. 20

Glory of Special Forces - Ep. 11

Love Mechanics - Ep. 2

Unbeatable - Ep. 27

Duel - Ep. 16

Light Chaser Rescue - Ep. 36

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Whumperless Whump Event

Day 2 - Does your insurance cover this? : Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.”

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@whumpgifathon | Day 2: “Fever” || “Infection”

Ciprien Grieve in Mayfair Witches 1x05

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Have a Merry Whumpy Christmas!!!!

Supernatural 3x08 | Hawkeye 1x06 | Doctor Who "The Christmas Invasion" | 12 Days of Christmas Eve | Arrow 1x09 | Never Kiss a Man in a Christmas Sweater | A Godwink Christmas Miracle of Love | It's a Wonderful Life | Sense8 2x01 | Nativity 2: Danger in the Manger | Iron Man 3 | Catch Me If You Claus | Community 1x12 | The O.C. 4x07