#leg injury

[aceofwhump]

Twisters (2024)

[andreilslovechild]

okay you know what I love? when Andrew has a permanent injury from the crash he killed Tilda in. like she died theres no way he didn't get seriously injured too. I like to think he hurt his leg. and has a bit of a limp. he doesn't need to move around much in the goal so he can still play. but he wears a knee brace. and when he's pushed himself too far it starts to ache and he ends up with a limp. and then Neil gets him an ice pack to put on it, and some aspirin, and they lay down on the couch to watch a documentary.

[simply-whump]

Love Next Door : Episode 3

[freakingholland]

"Sofa chronicles" - Jason Todd x gn!injured!reader

A/N: Hi babes, ummm hurt/comfort/fluff time am I right? *cricket sounds* I’ve been really struggling with inspo to write about my fav boys to be very very honest so please, show some love in my comments/asks, I wanna fangirl/boy/they with you all cutie pies

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Headcanons? Memes? Let’s talk! My asks are here.

Warnings: injuries, mentions of surgery, physical discomfort, negative remarks, use of pain killers, mentions of diabetes devices/supplies, suggestive implied dialogue (in a joking/pun form, NSFW) - (hurt/comfort + fluff)

Summary: After a patrol went south you are left with one working knee and a caring boyfriend at your side.

Word count: 820+

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„Do you need anything else sweetheart?” Jay said squatting next to the sofa, his face plastered with genuine worry.

“Oww… Can I—can I take my meds now? Did you check the time?” You grimaced, trying to shift to a more comfortable position.

Jay quickly glanced at his watch, brows knitting together.

“Yup- you can. I’ll  go grab them.” He stood up and headed towards the kitchen.

“JUST DON’T GO ANYWHERE!” he shouted once he left the living room.

“Oh, you’re sooo funny Todd.” You responded, as your upper torso sank back into the warm pillow.

He walked back in with your pills in one hand and a tall glass of water in the other.

“Here.”

“Thanks babe.”

Jay placed his hand on the small of your back and started rubbing your back to try and comfort you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, appreciating the comfort of his touch.

“Jay…” you said, your voice a little hesitant.

 “I’m sorry, but can I ask you for one more thing?”

“’Course.” He straightened up, immediately attentive, his face softening.

“Ice bag?” you asked with pleading eyes.

“On it.”

“You’re the best,” you sighed, feeling both grateful and guilty for needing so much help.

Thanks to an unfortunate patrol the other week you were now stuck to your sofa with just half of working knees. One point for a hard landing, zero points for Y/N. Thankfully Jay was there to help you out after an ACL surgery.

“Here you go hun.”

You sighed in relief as the cold began to seep through, taking the edge off the ache in your knee. You finished your glass of water and handed it back to him. Jay placed it on the coffee table.

“Move your cute butt a bit.” He requested with a grin. You blink at him, too tired to figure out what he’s getting at.

“You can’t be serious…”

Jay snickered, shaking his head.

“Naah I’m kidding, don’t move.” Jay bent a little to plant a kiss on top of your head before he sat beside you. He chuckled slightly as he noticed the way you rolled your eyes at his remark.

With him sitting next to you, he gently tuged the blanket up to make sure you're cozy. Jay glanced at your exposed leg, his fingers lightly tapping on your hand. That was his usual way of asking to be held.

Your fingers intertwined with his, his rough palm grazing against yours. Your head fell to the side, leaning on Jay’s shoulder. His hair was still damp after a shower. The scent of his cosmetics mixed with his natural smell brought you much needed comfort.

Suddenly you straightened up, when you noticed your sleeve getting wet.

You glanced down at your arm and moved your gaze toowards Jay's. His dexcom sticker got wet and started leaking drops of water.

“You’re making me- wet babe.”  you murmured, nudging him slightly.

Jay blinked all puzzled, then looked down at his arm and snorted.

“Oh—am I?”

“-- my bad pumpkin.” He apologized with a grin.

“Guess I didn’t dry it off.” Jay continued.

He playfully wiped your arm, not making it any less wet, earning a chuckle from you.

“No need to apologize, it’s not like I can be mad at my personal nurse.”

“Yeeaah you’re kinda right. What would you do without me, huh?” He leaned back, crossing his muscular arms.

“Not much, that’s for sure.”

Jay’s phone buzzed.

“Bruce?” you asked.

“Mr. Richard.”

“He’s asking if you’re still alive.”

“Sadly… wait what?”

“Wait what?” He furrowed his brow at your negative comment.

He placed his free hand on your uninjured thigh as he was responding to the message.

“Feelin’ any better?” His warm hand was sliding up and down your leg, as he was trying to comfort you.

“Yeah, a little.”

“Good.” He tossed his phone to the side.

“Do you need anything else?” he asked moving to the edge of your sofa. You grabbed him by his t-shirt, tugging him back towards you.

“No, no thank you. Please sit down for a bit. Do you feel like watching a movie or something?”

“Would love to, any ideas?” He took the remote and started looking through the channels.

“What about this?” he asked, motioning towards the TV.

“Perfect.” You sighed contentedly, leaning into him, your head resting against his chest. He wrapped his arm around you. His fingers started tracing gentle circles on your arm.

“Thanks for taking care of me-- I know I’m not the easiest patient.” You whispered weakly, looking up at him.

“You’re not so bad.” he said teasingly. You playfully punched his side.

“I might have to start charging you for my nursing services,” Jay chuckled, his arm tightening around your shoulders, carefully pulling you even closer to him.

“I know you love taking care of me, you’re a bad liar Jay.”

“I do, I do… now gimme a kiss.”

You happily complied.

[sir-fenris]

Whumpcember24 - Day 3

Begging

Content: experiment whumpee, resigned whumpee, intimate/sadistic whumper, begging, hand-feeding, implied torture, leg injury, threat of mutilation, starvation.

The first time Whumpee was thrown in the dungeon cell, they thought pain would be the worst, consistent problem. And well... it was, indeed, consistent and distressing.

But somehow boredom was worse.

Because boredom led to overthinking.

Could they have done something to stop the last session's pain sooner? When will be the next one? Will they be allowed water and food? How many days has passed? Is this consistent pain in the leg normal after being stabbed? Is the lethargy and apathy because of tiredness, or were they going insane?

And slowly, there was so much nothing going on beyond the pain, that their mind had to come up with new questions to fill their "free" time.

Like; how many steps there were between the bars and the wall? What's the highest number they can count to before a new session? How long can they keep their eyes open? How much can they move before jostling an injury too badly?

Any question and thought until the cell door opens.

When torture starts, they hope for it to end.

When torture ends, they hope for it to begin again just to take them out of this endless overthinking.

... And to give them a chance to eat. Because that only happened when Whumper was in a good mood and wanted to play, instead of study torture methods.

"Look who's up early today!" Speaking of the devil...

Whumpee raises their eyes tiredly, barely seeing Whumper clearly anymore, their eyesight is getting worse each day. They don't say anything, they don't need to.

"I was thinking of trying out glossectomy today, but I'm reconsidering..." Whumper muses, walking in the cell with a black bottle in hands.

Whumpee hated when Whumper used their weird-ass words. It meant usually some type of surgery or medical thing, by Whumpee's experience, and it always had the immense potential to go be an excruciating experience.

At their tiredly confused expression, Whumper grins gleefully and explains, after crouching down. "Tongue removal, little bird."

Their blood goes cold. Whumper has never chopped off a part of their body. No matter how far they went, Whumpee knew Whumper would at least keep them whole by the end of it, why must it change now-

With a chilling chuckle, Whumper opens the black bottle, and the smell of fruit cuts off Whumpee's thinking.

"Now, now, don't lose yourself just yet. I told you, I'm reconsidering," Whumpee says. "I do love you singing for me, little bird... So I'll give you a chance to prove that I'm better off leaving your tongue where it is. And, if you're good enough, you can have a tasty smoothie, hm?"

The pause sent Whumpee in a frenzy to find out what was the right thing to say, which clues they had in hands to guess what Whumper wanted to hear.

'I do love you singing for me...'

"Please..." Whumpee whispers, lowering their eyes to the ground when Whumper grin grows. "Can I please eat?"

A hooked finger presses their chin upwards, forcing them to meet Whumper's gaze. "You can do better, little bird. Let me help."

Pain burns through their body as Whumper uses their other hand's nails to dig into Whumpee's leg injury. They try to curl into themselves with a stifled wail, but Whumper's hooked fingers turns into a whole-hand grip on their jaw, keeping Whumpee's gaze on Whumper's eyes only.

"P-Ple- Ah! Please, please, c-can I eat?" Tears burn their eyes when Whumper just digs their nails further, still with that vile grin. "Please, I'm begging you, I'm so hungry, please let me eat, please, please-"

Their words are interrupted by a choked gasp as Whumper retrieves both their hands to clap. "There we go, that's better."

Whumpee breaths shakily, closing their eyes to urge the pained tears away.

"Your singing is too pretty for me to cut off your tongue, little bird. Aren't you glad I've changed my mind?" Whumper asks cheerfully, putting a straw on the smoothie bottle.

"... Yes, thank you," Whumpee whispers. At least today's game was easy and fast. It's the easiest food they got in a long while.

"Good song bird. Now, say 'ah' for me."

Whumpee's eyebrows twitched at the straw being tapped against their lips, because their hands were fine, they didn't need nor want Whumper to feed them.

But this was the easiest food they got in a long while. They can't lose the opportunity of easy, tasty nutrition because of pride.

And when the delicious, cold and fresh smoothie reaches their kept tongue, Whumpee forgot why they had even hesitated.

There is no space for pride in survival.

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(Kinda late, but stills counts as day 3, right? Shhh, for me, it does.)

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[whump-galaxy]

“Your legs…what happened?”

“Your friend over there left me to die. That’s what happened.”

[letthewhumpbegin]

Maneater (2022)

[xycuro-illuminati]

Part 2 of the shit twins swap with a panel redraw of Matt and Mike Murdock in vol 5 Daredevil but with these two instead yippeeeee. Part 1 SP*RDACEST FANS DNI (Commissions are OPEN)

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

sorry did you think he was always gonna be nice to you???? you're a hostage babe sometimes the cops need a warning, y'know

[the-rest-of-what-remains]

[Previous moon]

[aceofwhump]

Favorite Neal Caffrey Whump moment?

Oh there are some good ones. Special mentions include being drugged in 1x10 "Vital Signs", passing out from lack of air in 1x08 "Hard Sell", and 1x13 "Front Man" when he gets tased a bunch of times.

But my absolute FAVORITE Neal Caffrey whump is in 4x02 "Most Wanted". I mean you can't beat that episode. It's so good. Neal gets held hostage, handcuffed gagged and locked inside a giant cage, gets shot in the leg, has the bullet removed without a hospital, limps for the rest of the episode while still held captive, gets rescued by Peter and is in pain for the whole episode? AMAZING

[whumpypepsigal]

Shadow and Bone s02e08: Nikolai gets affected (infected) by the shadow monster that attacked him.

“His eyes widened. His breath hitched in surprise, drawing whatever the Darkling had released into his lungs.”

Excerpt From Ruin and Rising, Leigh Bardugo

[benjitoum]

This is not a cast. It is a rigid wrap that I wore for a week or so after a lower leg/knee sprain while running a few weeks ago. I only crutched for a couple days but it really hurt.

[longlivethewhump]

Children Who Chase Lost Voices / Journey to Agartha (2011)

[sir-fenris]

Writing daily is tough when my attention and ability to write seem to come and go in waves whenever they please. But I'm trying, so here we go, another day!

(Using placeholder names for this one, because I felt like it, since this one ended up longer than I expected)

This is a short scene inspired by this post of @seth-whumps 's whump ask game.

"I'm going to find you, so you might as well come out... before I get truly angry" + caretaker hiding whumpee + "Don't. Say. A word."

Content: non-human whumpee, reluctant caretaker, lady caretaker, bad caretaker, implied physical abuse, referenced neglect, blood, rescue from whumper, threats of violence, a lot of swearing from our caretaker.

Sarah has a terrible habit of taking on her friends' problems. And her friends have a terrible tendency to attract problems.

And as if it weren't enough that the problems chase after them, they also run to meet the problems.

Hence, now she's behind a rock, hiding a dog, or wolf, hybrid from a very ominous woodcutter. Simply because her stupid friend saw the hybrid being mistreated and left outside in a storm and decided that it was of his fucking business. Which made it her fucking business, too.

"I'm going to find you, so you might as well come out... before I get truly angry." The woodcutter's voice is still a bit far away, thank the gods, but they need to leave quickly. Sarah was going to leave this forest with the damm hybrid, one way or another.

When she felt the hybrid tensing upon hearing the man's words, and leaning forward with his mouth open, Sarah slapped a hand over his mouth and pushed him against the rock. "Don't. Say. A word," she hissed.

If the damn brat made this difficult, perhaps it was better to just abandon him here and tell her friend that she couldn't escape the woodcutter.

... Who is she kidding? No fucking way. She never backs down after stepping up for something. Her friend wanted the stupid wolf hybrid? Then he would have his charity pet.

"Don't be fucking stupid, you really believe him? He's gonna cut you open once he finds you." Sarah didn't care about the hybrid's panicked eyes and pale face. As long as he was alive and able to run, he was fine.

...She would deal with the bleeding leg later. He could run, she saw it.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going, stupid mutt?!" Oh, shit. That was closer than before, and much angrier. They needed to move, now.

"You better cooperate or I will be the one cutting you open, yeah?" Sarah whispers to the frightened boy and drags him along to the side of the rock, opposite from where the woodcutter's voice came from.

The man only had an axe, maybe if they made a run for it, they could make it to the car. But if the man was fast, he could catch up before Sarah could get them away...

Better to set a distance.

With a tighter grip than necessary on the boy's upper arm, she carefully led them behind a thick bush. The man's red shirt was easy to find, and it was closer than Sarah would have liked.

She drags the hybrid down the small mound behind them and feels her heart stop when the stupid boy stumbles forward. Sarah hauled him up, acting on pure instinct, but with more force than necessary, if his little yelp was any indication.

Her heart stops for the second time once she hears movement too close to their back.

This stupid fucking boy-

Sarah grabs him as tightly as she can, making sure he doesn't slip out of her grip, and hauls him forward with her. His whimpers of pain and fear are completely ignored as she hurries throught the trees and bushes, pulling him up immediately every time he stumbles or hits something.

She could deal with any injury of his later, right now they needed to get to the fucking car.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Comes the raging yell behind them. Farther than she expected, he wasn't as fast as them.

Sarah ignores both him and the hybrid's cries, sprinting to the open area where she parked the car.

"Get in, now!" She yells at the boy once they're close enough to the car, shoving him toward the back seats before opening the driver's door.

Thank the gods, she hears the door behind her closing and opening as hurried as hers while she starts the car. The hybrid knows where his chances are better.

The man is way too close to the car, but before the axe can hit the hood, she drops her foot on the clutch pedal and pulls the gear lever into reverse.

There was a gasp of surprise and a thud behind her seat as the car lurched backward, but she ignored it to turn the wheel and drive the car as far away from the forest path as possible.

It's only when they're too far away for the man to reach that she sighs and looks at the hybrid from the rearview mirror. He looks terrible. Bags under his tearful eyes, wearing filthy and torn clothing, scars and superficial injuries all around his body, blood running down his leg-

Fuck, she's gonna make her friend clean the damn blood out of her car later.

"Put pressure on your leg and sit down on the floor. If you make me get stopped by the police, I swear to the gods..." She doesn't finish the threat, mostly because it isn't even a real threat, but the boy hurries to obey with a terrified whine.

Sarah reaches to turn on the radio, drowning out his soft whimpers. She can deal with his injuries when they're safe at her friend's house, and her fucking friend can deal with the hybrid's distress and the dirtied seat.

She really has to stop taking on her friends' problems, it's one headache after another.

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This one was really fun to do, despite the difficulty in starting the writing! :D

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[letthewhumpbegin]

The Blacklist s1e9