#extraction whump

[deathbywhump]

I love a good teeth extraction scene during torture. Pulling each tooth out while a whumpee cries or tries to bear it. The whumpee licking their gums after realising that the tooth had been pulled out from the root. A messy extraction without pain killers. Bits of calcium still left inside the gum. It's throbbing, it's painful. Blood from each extraction.

Eventually the whumpee just cries for it to be all over. That they can't take any more of this. That this is their limit.

I love it so much.

[whumpypepsigal]

Extraction 2 (2023): “Multiple gunshot wounds. Airway’s secured.”

[citrine-elephant]

mnhg, leon needing to tend to his own injuries, but imagine it's THIS serious and intense.

don't imagine leon would know how to perform surgery on himself, but maybe he's gotta do something more invasive than trying to stitch up a whole wound. (the arm fuckery idea)

maybe. maybe, leon's entirely out on his own. despite wearing a vest, he's taken a bullet through a weak spot. maybe in a rush, it wasn't properly put on, maybe he had already gone through the wringer with a bioweapon that tore part of it.

leon doing his own bullet extraction.

[whumpookies]

Kadar bölüm 4

After being shot Kadar is attended to..

[babybirbb]

a couple of dentist visits ago i was sitting in the chair for a few hours and i was in pain and not having fun but this was when i had just started obsessing over marvey so to cope i came up with a fic idea while i was there...

ive been having tooth pain again but i hate going so to cope again all ive been thinking about is this marvey fic idea again where hurt!mike has to go to the dentist so im gonna force yall to hear about it too

the gist is that yes even though mike is an adult, he hasn't been to the dentist in a hot second (ie since high school) bc he just didn't have enough money for it to be a priority

anyways he starts dealing with some general issues: toothache, headaches, sensitivity, disrupted sleep, etc. that just gets bad enough to the point where it's obvious that something is wrong

harvey can tell he's not functioning at full capacity: is avoiding certain foods, looks like he's in pain sometimes, and just generally seems more irritable as of late

eventually it reaches it's breaking point and harvey confronts mike and has to force him to go to the dentist cuz he's fed up (also cuz he cares about mike obvi but he's not gonna say that)

mike has general dentist anxiety (he hasn't been in a while and he's also definitely worried about the copay even tho i imagine this law firm provides dental insurance lol) but harvey’s nice enough to be there for him

anyways after finally going and figuring out the issue, mike's set up for a procedure (tooth extraction? root canal? idk yet), and after said procedure harvey has to deal with gassed up mike who's either woken up from the sedative or just heavily anesthetized

basically just harvey taking care of mike from then on, giving meds and comfort when the pain becomes too much after the anesthesia wears off. i just want harvey to be all soft and sweet with equally soft and loopy mike

i have hopes to write this at some point (my depression is kicking my ass rn) but anyone else is welcome to take inspiration from this! i encourage it cuz i'd love to see what other people come up with! <3

[gashofleastresistance]

EXTRACTION (2020) dir. Sam Hargrave

[letthewhumpbegin]

Extraction (2020)

[whumpfish]

Extractions! (Tooth vs. Nail)

I've been wanting to do this one for a long time, for all you torture fans out there...

So I metabolize lidocaine like a motherfucker, and any time I get a local, I always have to get a second one halfway through whatever is being done. For the most part, doctors and dentists listen to me when I say this... for the most part.

Tooth

(The oral surgeon did not give me my second shot when I asked for it.)

1. Any fillings you have will collapse under the pressure of an extraction, even a medicated one. (I'm not sure if this is true for metal ones; all of mine are plaster.) It produces a half-crunch, half-thunk sound that reverberates in that half of your skull and sounds absolutely terrifying.

2. The pain of an unmedicated extraction is acute and radiating at the same time. The acute part feels more like having a stiletto stabbed upward into that space than a tooth taken out in a downward motion.

2a. In maxillary extractions, the stab goes straight up, and depending on the location of the tooth, that stab can feel pointed anywhere from your eyeball (frontmost) to right into your brain (rear).

2b. Mandibular extractions* stab downward from the chin (frontmost) to the hinge of your jaw and straight down your throat (rear).

3. The radiating part spreads like a flower blooming, from a concentrated central point outward in a rolling movement.

4. Your ears might pop like an airplane taking off as that blooming pain reaches the hinge of your jaw. Sometimes only in the one ear.

Nail

(I have been doing minor self-surgery** for years because I am genetically predisposed to ingrown nails, and if I don't catch it in time, they grow straight down and I have to extract them to be able to trim them. If I really don't catch it in time, they grow straight down and then curl backward, and I have to get an actual surgeon involved.)

1. Self-surgery, split off edge of nail, 0 to 1/2" down and backward: You have to wiggle these in a sawing/rocking motion back and forth in order to get that tiny bit of root to let go, and when you "saw" backward it feels more like a steak knife than a butter knife, this time moving with the direction of the nail. Then it reverses when you actually yank.

1a. The yank hurts more than the sawing, sharp like a stab from a steak knife instead of one being pushed in slowly.

1b. You will get the best whump out of a whumper splitting off the edges of the nail and doing this and then yanking the middle part

2. Medicated: Locals in the toe/finger area hurt like a bitch. They're sharp and needling like a stiletto to a paper cut, then if someone tried to pry that cut open. At the same time, they feel hot, almost burning. (Hotter than anesthetic being pushed through an IV, if you're familiar with that sensation.) And there are so many nerves involved that just the first round of locals takes 3-4 shots.

3. Unmedicated, grown down and backward, 1/2" to 3/4": The last time I went in, my surgeon said "given the amount of times I have to shoot you up, you'll probably hurt less if I just yank." (She was right.) This sumbitch goes in both directions, down/back from where the root is, then forward. The down/back is a stabbing pain. The forward is like somebody trying to pry open that papercut, a sensation probably caused by the fact that you are in fact messing with something stuck in a very small cut in the skin, in my case the cut was just caused by the nail that has now been removed.

4. If it is a toenail extraction, you are going to bleed significantly more than teeth or fingernails, because your body has to work harder pushing blood up through your leg veins than it does pushing it down into your shoe. Especially when you take a step. Ibuprofen makes this worse. If you take ibuprofen at all that day, expect your shoe to fill up when you take a step. (Mine did, scaring the tar out of everyone present, including me.)

Pain Intensity Verdict:

Teeth > Nails. By a LOT.

Happy yanking!!

*Because of nerve fuckery, dentists using the sonic cleaning tool despite my warnings results in a pain on the level of extractions, and the sensations described here are based on my experience with that.

**This never fails to horrify my friends. They'll see what I'm fixing to work on and say, "Oh ouch, that's bad, go to the doctor," and I'm just like "nah, just get me isopropyl alcohol and some office supplies, I got this."

[adrift-in-thyme]

hey hey what are your favorite whump tropes btw? 👀

- hero-of-the-wolf

Oh gosh so many

Possession and kidnapping are definitely ones I never get tired of reading. Magic exhaustion too. Also sick fics. The really angsty ones where the character almost dies or grows delirious. I LOVE those

[yiolv]

[whumpwillow]

What if there were a poison that was harmless to humans but makes their blood toxic to vampires? Its a creative way to starve a vampire - all these people walking around and not a drop to drink. I think Vampire Diaries did something like that with verbane (probably spelled wrong) and it burned like hell when vampires tried to drink anything with it.

Verbena! Yes i did a whole post series on this concept because why limit it to the vampire diaries, it’s such a nice and versatile whump concept! I’ll link the posts later if I think of it

[the-narwhals-awaken]

Bloody Hearts Bingo Day 8

Prompt: Sweetheart, General | Helping somebody take care of themselves

Orihime wanted to pace. She wanted to be moving, to be doing something other than keeping the hot packs warm as Ishida-kun shuddered in his bundle of blankets.

They'd thought everything was going well. The decision to go to Urahara hadn't been made yet, but they were feeling good- the quiet nagging feeling of hunger had faded, and Orihime could tell that they were all stronger- just a little, just enough to be able to adapt to and ignore, just enough so that fighting Hollows was a bit easier than it had been. Orihime had dared to be hopeful- maybe they could just live like this, maybe Urahara wouldn't push too far and they could keep up this neat little balance.

And then Ishida-kun had gotten sick.

It had started out as a complaint of nausea the last time they'd gathered- hardly uncommon, unfortunately, Orihime was aware that her cooking was sometimes a bit much for those not used to it- but it hadn't faded like that kind of thing usually had. When Sado-kun had tried to check his temperature, instead of the fever they'd expected Ishida-kun was freezing, far colder than he should have been in the late summer.

Orihime had thought that Urahara's work had been helping the way that Ishida-kun's powers were missing- he'd still been able to see Hollows, after all, and though he couldn't fight them he was incredibly useful in their rambles to help put spirits to rest. But Ishida-kun was really sick now, barely able to hold himself up and shivering like he was stuck in Antarctica during a storm even so bundled up he looked like a moth in a cocoon. It had hit fast, too- he'd complained of nausea only a few hours before.

Kurosaki-kun was pacing, turning around and around even as he made sure to keep the hot packs warm whenever Orihime passed one to him to reheat. Sado-kun was sitting in his usual sky-watching spot, hands clenched on his knees in an attempt to keep from breaking anything.

"We need to talk to Urahara," Kurosaki-kun finally declared, trading a butterfly-patterned hot pack for one shaped like a penguin. "Either he did this on purpose, in which case we kick his ass, or he didn't, and he can help."

They'd kept going back and forth on confronting Urahara, but they hadn't made a decision when there was only a risk to their safety in doing something. Now that doing nothing was a risk as well, the decision was easier.

Orihime nodded, squeezing her hands together for a long moment. "Shun'o and Ayame can't do anything about this- they can't tell what needs to be rejected, it's all too bound together in there. Urahara-san's the only one who could help with this."

Necessity might have been the mother of invention, after all, but it was also the aunt of desperation and quite fond of drop-kicking solutions off cliffs. It hardly mattered whether he was trustworthy or if he was going to demand more from them if he could actually solve the problem, and Orihime did not want to see any more of the people she cared about dead.

Sado-kun just nodded, uncurling to squeeze Kurosaki-kun on the shoulder. Kurosaki-kun went still, head bowed and breathing slow and steady for a few long moments, then nodded back and dug out his phone.

Urahara-san immediately invited them over, and Orihime added three more blankets to the cocoon and tucked all her hot packs into the layers to try and keep Ishida-kun from freezing on their journey. Sado-kun picked him up with all the apparent effort of lifting an egg roll, and Kurosaki-kun led their little group to the Shouten with the kind of face that scared small children and most gangsters.

Urahara-san was at the door, waiting for them, and the second he saw Ishida-kun, the semblance of cheer that he wore like makeup vanished like mist at dawn.

They all followed him down to the lab, and Urahara-san didn't protest, just pulled out a handful of stools and showed them things to do while he worked. Orihime stepped up to help- Ishida-kun was mostly floppy instead of cooperative- and the others settled in to watch and make sure that everything they needed was in reach.

It took two hours. Two hours of Sado-kun holding Ishida-kun up while he lost what little water they managed to get down his throat while Orihime held his bangs out of his face and Urahara kept his kido going. Two hours of Kurosaki-kun making sure that all of them choked down dry toast and saltines and ginger tea and rinsing out the bowls of bile. Two hours of steady work with kido and injections and sharp needles and the kinds of things that Orihime was fairly certain that she should have been more worried about.

But Ishida-kun stopped shivering and managed to eat two slices of toast and a sleeve of saltines and sriracha on cucumbers (Orihime's favorite anti-nausea food, along with a useful source of hydration) and drained an entire bottle of the pedialyte-ish fluid Urahara had sitting in a fridge in the corner. Urahara didn't even ask for anything, just shooed them off to the room that they'd slept in on previous nights and promised to keep checking in to make sure that everything worked properly.

And when Ishida-kun woke up, he summoned sparks of reishi like he'd never lost that ability. He was still weak, still weary, but at that moment Orihime knew their fate was decided. For the debts they owed, for the proof of help and care, for the assurance of future safety, Orihime was well aware that she'd do almost anything to keep her end of the implicit bargain. It worried her less than she'd thought it would, and from the looks on everyone else's faces she was certain that they agreed.

[whumpypepsigal]

Extraction 2 (2023): “I’m not giving up on him.”

[echoingalaxies]

mouth/tooth whump ideas from someone who will have a couple of wisdom teeth removed in twelve hours and is being very brave about it (not)

getting punched in the face while still recovering from a tooth extraction

being forced to eat hard and very hot/cold food with broken teeth

agonising procedures without pain medication <3

if whumpee wishes to have their wound stiched, they better do it themselves, so what if the injury is on the back of their mouth, it's either trying to do that or not have that done at all :)

whumpee who has suffered through tooth-related trauma, in the hands of whumper or not, refusing going to the dentist for ages even though they know they desperately need a lot of dental work done

whumpee who has lost some/all of their front teeth and avoids smiling or talking because they're ashamed of how they look

worry and anxiety about getting complications (dry sockets etc.) hurting whumpee more than the healing wounds, and they can't relax at all for more than a week after

bonus defiant whumpee: biting off whumper's finger when they're trying to do something to their teeth/mouth. they will be punished twice as hard after, of course.

[how-much-for-a-whump]

FEBUWHUMP day 24:

Prompt: "Bloody clothes"

Extraction (2020)

@febuwhump

[withdrawingramen]

unwanted reminders

CW: lady/female whump, implied past torture & abuse, scarring, whump of 18 y/o, implied long term captivity, memory loss as a trauma response, prelude to beating/caning, non human whumpee There were scars. And she couldn't figure out where they'd come from. Sihyeon barely had any recollection of what truly happened in the secondary facility she'd been shipped off to for around 2 months. It seemed like a tradition for her to get beaten to shit wherever she went with the government, though, and most times she never remembered anything beyond fading in & out of consciousness. Perhaps it was better off not knowing. A burden off all the other memories. She slowly unpacked the bag that'd been thrown at her, grimacing at her own bloodied fucking uniform from who knows what happened. They hadn't even bothered to wash it or give her a new pair. Fuck's sake, that's the first thing she'd be doing returning. Dirty laundry.

There was a click. She tensed up almost immediately, her body pausing automatically. The double-bolt combination being set, and the lock clinking. The light clacking of Sorano's boots. She always remembered what followed after this. Pure, brutal agony that cracked ribs and drew blood. Left bruises for weeks. Her lips quivered, and she shut her eyes. Inhale. Exhale. "Welcome back, 79." Sihyeon didn't turn to face him. A tinge of pain flared up in her back and shoulders as if his steel-heeled boot was already pressing down on her figure. She felt her brows furrow, preparing for the upcoming hurt, but her face slowly dropped. It didn't matter anymore.

"On your knees. Precautionary Measure. Just to make sure you haven't forgotten your place." She didn't look up to meet his gaze, either. The scraping of the cane from the corner was her cue to detach. Sihyeon let Kurai throw her to the ground when her body refused to move an inch, knees grinding against concrete. She started to spiral way too early into it.