#fire whump

[jordanstrophe]

CW: Kidnapped, restrained, gasoline, threat of immolating, ransom

The scent of gasoline was overwhelming.

"You don't- You don't have to do th-this," Whumpee choked. They were forced to their knees, hands bound to a latch on the floor. Their heart pounded, not able to see what whumper was doing behind them.

"Now now, let's not be that way." Whumper poured liquid over whumpee's head as they practically shouted as the cold ran down their spine. They had to hold their breath as the smell of gas and oil was suffocating.

"I know you don't deserve this." Whumper said, pouring out the last drop. "But if your caretaker brings me what I've asked for, you'll be just fine. You'll go free, and after a shower and change of clothes, this will alllll be over." They carelessly tossed the can to the side as whumpee flinched at the noise.

"All of th- this.... F-fo-for wh- a -at" Whumpee choked out their own words.

"Hey hey hey, don't pass out on me. Shhhh, deep breaths. I want you awake when caretaker comes. It helps with the persuasion, especially if you're crying and all." They pinched at a strand of whumpee's hair and felt gasoline seep between their fingers.

They sat next to them and cupped their jaw, making them face the door. Whumpee's heart nearly stopped beating when they heard a gentle *flick* of a lighter being ignited overhead.

"They'll be here any second now." Whumper whispered in their ear.

"Let's hope for your sake that's the case, anyway."

[belovedwhump]

Beloved Whump Prompt #29

Whumper didn't actually mean to set the whole building on fire. Oh, well, they weren't about to risk their life to put it out. Whumpee would be fine, probably.

[otter-chaos-violence]

whumpee but gets set on fire and then gets extinguished and gets left out in the cold.

(definetly didn't do this for characters coming in arc two of golden and silver nosirree

[whumperly]

Cigarette-related Whump RP Prompts

Feel free to edit or specify in-ask to include a third party, if you and your partner want! It's understandable that not all muses would realistically be whumpers!

🚬 - for sender's muse to snuff a cigarette out on receiver's muse

🔁 - for receiver's muse to snuff a cigarette out on sender's muse

💨 - for sender's muse to blow smoke into the face/mouth of receiver's muse

🚭 - for receiver's muse to blow smoke into sender's muse's face/mouth

☁️ - for sender's muse to force receiver's muse to take a drag

🌫️ - for receiver's muse to force sender's muse to take a drag

😷 - for sender's muse to fall into a coughing fit from smoke

😖 - for receiver's muse to fall into a coughing fit from smoke

🧯 - for sender's muse to rush in to save receiver's muse from a fire after receiver's fell asleep with a lit cigarette

🚒 - for receiver's muse to rush in to save sender's muse from a fire after sender's fell asleep with a lit cigarette

🔥 - for sender and receiver's muses to wake up to a fire after one of them fell asleep with a lit cigarette

[inhurtandincomfort]

If you were to paint alcohol (or another flammable substance) on someone's bare skin in like a specific shape and then set it on fire, would the flames spread to the un-painted skin? Asking for a friend

I know hair can catch fire, but everytime someone burns in movies they're either wearing clothes or are covered in gasoline so I'm not sure how flammable bare human flesh is

[bamber344]

why is it so hard to write about a character simply walking across a room, but when i have to write about a character vividly dreaming about being burned alive in gruesome detail, it all comes naturally?

snippet of just that scene below the cut if you wanna read it btw >:)

CW for exactly what it says on the tin. vivid, probably inaccurate description of POV character burning alive, ect ect.

She charged forward and leapt onto the man, wrapping her arm around his neck in a tight, well-practised chokehold, aiming to cut off the blood flow to his brain. The heat from the flame coming off of him was already agonising, but her efforts distracted him from the remaining civilians, giving them a chance to run. Charred bodies laid smoking all around them; Addison wasn’t going to give him the opportunity to make any more.

He reached up and grabbed the arm around his neck. Superheated fire spilled from his hands and caught on Addison’s arm hair, setting the whole limb alight. The pain was indescribable, and only got worse as he poured more and more energy into it, but she held fast. Only a few more seconds, and he would pass out. A shrill, torn scream rang in her ears. Blackness pooled at the edges of her vision. The disgustingly appetising smell of her own cooking flesh filled her nostrils. Addison held fast.

Miraculously, the pain in her arm was dimming. The numbness spread from her hand, up her forearm and past her elbow, taking any sensation with it. He was beginning to stumble, to buckle under her weight. She was going to win!

Then her arm went limp against her will. It took a second to process what had happened as she fell backwards, no longer being held against the man’s back. He turned around, and she saw his face for the first time. She saw his sharp-toothed snarl, tusks jutting out of his lower lip. She saw his long, curled horns, growing from a forest of wavy black hair like terrible trees. She saw those sulphuric yellow eyes, glaring down at her and searing themselves in her soul forever.

He stepped on her wrist. She couldn’t even feel it. Then he shot fire at her upper arm, where the earlier burns hadn’t quite sunk their teeth in. She certainly felt that. Flame licked up her shoulder and neck, catching her hair alight. It spread down her side via her clothes, heading dangerously close to her vitals.

It was when the side of her face began to melt that she was supposed to pass out from the pain. That was when Ellie was supposed to take over and blind her attacker. Instead, he continued to slowly move his never-ending wave of fire up her arm and onto her torso proper, and she remained all too aware. The flames engulfed her entirely. Her skin charred and cracked, subcutaneous fat liquifying and seeping out of her. Her eyeballs popped, leaking fluid down her bubbling cheeks like morbid tears. Her muscles softened and turned tender, sloughing off of her bones like she was a slow-cooked lamb shank, and-

Addison woke up.

concrit is welcome!

[siren-rivers]

Whump Prompts #2: Fire (One-line)

"We're going to make it through this."

"Hold on tight, we're getting out of here."

"I'm not leaving you behind."

"You did this, didn't you?!"

"I trusted you, and you betrayed me."

"You're going to pay for what you've done."

"We have to get out of here now!"

"My lungs feel like they're on fire."

"I can't leave without them!"

"Please, someone help us!"

"We're trapped, we can't escape!"

"It's getting harder to breathe."

"I can't see anything through the smoke."

"I can feel the heat through the walls."

"I trusted you with their life, and you endangered it."

"You're sick, you know that?!"

"You may have started this fire, but I'll be the one to put it out."

[whumpster-dumpster]

The moment of dawning horror when they register that they just hurt someone they didn't mean to (especially if it's that one specific person they swore to protect)

[lostwhump]

Supernatural (2005-2020) || Bring 'em Back Alive (13.18)

[soup-in-my-fly]

Smile for the camera, Reek <3

[whumblr]

You've heard of: singing silly songs to your pet

Now get ready for: defiant whumpees singing silly songs about how their whumper is an asshole Bonus: Whumper is listening behind the corner.

[librathefangirl]

@whumpgifathon | Day 23: Travel Gone Wrong Alt. Protective Lockwood & Co. | multiple episodes | Anthony Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle & George Karim

[letitbehurt]

I’m not usually a fan of sick Whump, but when Whumpee is running such a high fever that they’re shaking, taking uneven, shallow breaths, their skin chafing and burning against their clothes.

The moment Caretaker lays a palm on their forehead to check their fever and Whumpee sighs with relief because it’s so blessedly cold.

The moment Whumper cups Whumpee’s cheek with one hand and turns their head slightly, and Whumpee hates themself for leaning into it, but they just want the burning to stop.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 79

Jaskier and Geralt have confessed and gotten together, and Jaskier couldn't be happier. It's like a dream come true, being able to kiss Geralt. Jaskier learns that Geralt isn't a big fan of PDA, a tad troublesome for him, but he'll learn and grow to be a better lover for his witcher! He just might forget and try to kiss him a few times before it actually stays in his noggin! However he also learned that Geralt.. Doesn't like talking about them in public. Or insinuating them in public. Jaskier can't even make dirty jokes or ask Geralt where they should go out on dates. Geralt hisses for him to stop talking about it and glances around. Jaskier has been longing to eat at this one fine restaurant in a crowded town for months, and they have a chance to! There's a table still open! With a vase of flowers, and candles, and a dark red tablecloth, and they're sat right next to a small stage where the performers play! Jaskier goes to sit down, only for Geralt to drag him out by the arm, saying that they can't eat there. Jaskier is of course asks if there's poison in the food, or a monster infesting the eatery, only to get a grunt. "Really, Geralt, why can't we eat there?" "We just... Can't." Jaskier just assumes the owners must be some sort of witcher-hating pricks who tried to... To sell Geralt their daughter in exchange for wanting him to kill something that doesn't need to be killed or... Or some other really hateable things. A pity, he's heard amazing things about that place.. But all is well! Soon enough, they head to an inn, and get settled in a room. Jaskier tries his best to seduce his boyfriend, but Geralt just glances around their room and shakes his head. "Not now." Jaskier shrugs, and heads down to play for some coin, and perhaps get a bit tipsy for the fun of it all. He wakes up the next morning with quite an awful headache, and a very annoyed-looking Geralt. Jaskier apologizes for going overboard with the drinks, but Geralt huffs and says that isn't what's upsetting him. What upset him is Drunk Jaskier telling people that he and Geralt are together. But come onnn! Everyone's been saying "The bard is fucking the butcher" for over a decade! Surely some villager's account of a drunk bard saying the same isn't worth all the fuss Geralt is making over it. Another night, Jaskier is sat by the campfire, idly strumming his lute. "Annnd even though today I had to hide in a tree~ I love my witcher, and my witcher loves me~" Geralt suddenly loses his focus and turns sharply to Jaskier. "That's a new song." "It's not a song, I'm just making things up for fun." "So it's not in your song journal?" "...No?" "Good." 'Good'? Jaskier could just play it off as another one of Geralt's teases about disliking his music, but something about this in particular made Jaskier feel nauseous. A week or so after that, Jaskier has finished his set and is excitedly skipping off to meet back up with Geralt when he overhears some conversation from where Geralt is sat. "Your bard sings well!" "He's not my bard." "No? I thought I heard you two were together." "No. Acquaintances at best. Hardly know him." Acquaintances at best? Acquaintances? Jaskier knows Geralt has been offput by the idea of telling people they are romantically involved, but he couldn't even muster up a 'No, we're just friends.' He's STILL not a 'friend'? That's when it clicks for Jaskier. Oh. Geralt's ashamed of him.

Is it because he's a man? Would Geralt be proud to show off his lover if his lover were female? Is it because of Jaskier's looks? He's been told he's rather attractive, but perhaps he looks quite small and delicate beside a witcher. He didn't think Geralt would care for such things, though. Perhaps it's his personality. Maybe the lighthearted remarks between the two of them were more barbed on Geralt's side than Jaskier at first thought. Maybe Geralt really hates his singing, or how much he talks, or how often he turns things into an innuendo. Is he just some quick fuck in the woods? The second they hit civilization he's not even a friend? Jaskier slips back up to their room, completely forgetting to let Geralt know where he is. Oh well. If Geralt gives a shit he can sniff out Jaskier's perfume. For now, Jaskier is going to curl up in their bed and try not to cry. Jaskier and Geralt have confessed and gotten together, and Geralt couldn't be happier. It's like a dream come true, being able to kiss Jaskier. But Geralt has to keep in mind how many enemies he has out there. Personal, blind hatred based on his reputation, blind hatred based on him being a witcher, the list goes on. Geralt worried for Jaskier enough as it is when they were best friends. Geralt would be powerless and completely devastated if anyone were to take Jaskier. Geralt would be putty in their hands if they so much as threatened the bard's life. Now that they're lovers? Geralt cringes to think at how many people would be chomping at the bit for an opportunity to kill the Butcher's one true love. To use him as a hostage for Geralt to do their bidding. For them to torture Jaskier in the hopes of learning things about Geralt. So Geralt makes a plan. He'll keep Jaskier at an arm's length whenever he thinks anyone could see or hear them. It's exceptionally hard not kissing the hell out of his bard whenever he feels like it, but he must practice restraint in order to keep him safe. Jaskier keeps making it harder on him, though. Kissing him, wanting to go eat at some romantic place, telling every soul he can how much he and Geralt are inseparable soulmates who can't live without one another, all in front of so many people. Any one of which could be just too loose-lipped. Any one of which could lead to a snowballing effect that ends in his beloved Jaskier's harm or death. Geralt just can't wait until Winter comes. He plans on bringing Jaskier with him, and they'll be able to do whatever they want the entire winter, with no fear.

[siren-rivers]

Whump Prompts #1: Fire

Whumpee becomes trapped in a burning building, struggling to escape while fighting through intense heat, smoke, and flames.

Similarly, Whumpee is held captive by their Whumper in a burning building, forced to endure physical and psychological torture as they struggle to stay alive amidst the flames.

Whumpee's home is destroyed in a fire, leaving them homeless

Whumpee is a survivor of a deadly fire that claimed the lives of their loved ones, haunted by survivor's guilt

Caretaker is a fire investigator who becomes embroiled in a dangerous investigation involving a string of suspicious fires, risking their own safety as they pursue the truth.

Whumpee is a survivor of a fire started by Whumper, their partner. Whumpee is forced to confront the betrayal of their s/o while also dealing with the guilt of their own role in the relationship.

Whumpee and Caretaker are separated in a wildfire, leaving the caretaker desperate to find their companion

Whumpee threatens to burn Caretaker if Whumpee won't comply

A Caretaker and Whumpee become trapped in a burning vehicle, forced to rely on each other for survival as they fight to escape the flames and smoke.

Whumpee is a firefighter who suffers a traumatic injury while battling a blaze, forced to confront their own mortality and the risks and sacrifices of their profession.

[liliannamira]

Gabriel (OC) fighting