#poisonous whumper

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Poisonous/Venomous Whumper

Poor Whumpee they have ended with a whumper is poisonous (to the touch)(actually venomous)(acidic saliva).

Whumper’s kiss causes a terrible poisonous reaction or sickness, but does not kill because it isn’t a high enough dosage

If Whumper ever worries that Whumpee is going to leave or escape they poison them, since a bedridden whumpee isn’t an escaping one

Whumpee fought whumper. They boasting and confident how unscathed they were, and how they absolutely beat Whumper’s ass. Whumper limped away snickering despite their defeat, for their blood is poisonous and Whumpee would require them in order to create an antidote.

Whumper’s poison is paralyzing or sedating

Caretaker is taking care of a Whumpee who is seems inexplicably sick, and unable to communicate their source, until one day they meekly only say Whumper’s name

Whumper bit Whumpee during a fight and skittered away. Whumpee was understandably confused by that action of all things, but has they stared in the mirror later, they couldn’t help but notice their paling complexion.

Whumper and Whumpee walking. Whumpee feeling increasingly sicker finally collapses only for Whumper to graciously catch them. Neither were seen again.

Whumpee is terrified of being poisoned. Whumper only needs to threaten them to remain control over them.

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Whumper forcing Whumpee to swallow something, whether it be a sedative, poison, maybe even the key to their own chains.

Whumper’s hand covering their mouth so they can’t spit it back out. Whumpee’s half lidded eyes pleading with Whumper as they maintain eye contact. Throat taut and Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as they struggle.

Clamping their eyes shut as they finally give in and whatever it is makes its way down to their stomach.

[thatwhumpblogoverthere]

The look in whumper’s eyes after whumpee truly messes up. Truly fails. The look of pure and utter rage. Whumpee knew their evening just got so much worse. So so so much worse. The attempt to move back, to make space between the very pissed whumper and the suddenly terrified whumpee. Their back simply bumps into a wall, their heart racing at top speed. This was going to hurt. And they couldn’t do anything to stop or plead with whumper. Whumper, who wasn’t usually very kind and gentle to begin with. The grip on whumpee’s already bruised and tender throat, as they are yanked to their feet full force. And forced down onto something that makes them cry out. Hot coals, or something sharp beneath them, anything that could cause a shock. Their body jerks and tries to move, to run. But they had been taught better and the rage in whumper’s eyes is doubled. A needle is shoved into whumpee’s neck, hard and sharp and dizzying. The sensation of the poison, the medicine, whatever it was, taking over whumpee’s body. It makes their entire body tingle, feel weak and strange. Like they aren’t in their body anymore. Maybe it burns, it aches. Suddenly they can’t move. They can’t scream, they can’t cry. They can hardly breathe. Maybe whumper overdid it, maybe they were just too pissed to care. But the pain is immense and heightened to new levels as their arm is forced back at an odd angle. And all they can do is lay still and quiet. As their body is broken and whumper lets out their rage. Their anger. They have become a toy to be used. And they can’t even cry about it.

[federaliszt]

Trapped Under Rubble...

and the water level is rising.

and the building is on fire.

and their worst enemy finds them.

and their phone is four feet away, well out of reach.

and their voice has gone hoarse from yelling for help.

and they can just barely move, wriggling a few feet forward, but when they do, the rubble shifts and ends up crushing them even more painfully.

and they're in so much pain they throw up, and have to just lay there lifelessly next to their own vomit and blood until someone comes to dig them out.

[blackrosesandwhump]

#17 Poison

From this Gothic whump challenge.

CW: vampire whumper, poison, blood

The vampire ripped his fangs from his victim’s neck. Just a little more. But he knew, gripping the man’s limp form, that a little more always meant death.

Gently, he laid the human down.

“I’m sorry,” he said, wiping blood from his mouth. Just a little more. Please. “It’ll wear off after a while.” He glanced at the man’s body, then took off his own coat and spread it out over the cold ground. He placed the human on top. The man lay motionless, his breathing shallow, eyes wide and terrified.

“I’m sorry,” the vampire repeated. A useless refrain.

His fangs throbbed as he slipped into the night. Their venom burned at the corner of his mouth. The same venom that now coursed through his victim’s paralyzed body.

I’m sorry.

[whumperer-86]

Biting his own hand from the extreme pain, Concerned for him, and being manhandled by close people to him

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Whumpee being drugged or poisoned, but not by force. Even though they don't want to, they take whatever it is Whumper gives them willingly, because they know if they don't, Whumper will do something much worse to them.

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

June of Doom day 23

 “how many fingers am I holding up?” (poison/rash/double cross)

Villain heard the moment Hero dropped, their body making a dull thump as they fell to the ground. They were limp when Villain arrived, pupils blown wide and eyes opened to mere slits. They wouldn’t be coherent again for several hours. They wouldn’t be conscious at all in a few minutes. Villain had made sure the dose would be strong enough to work quickly.

“I’m sorry about this. I know this isn’t what you wanted,” Villain whispered, knowing that Hero couldn’t hear them. They knew it was wrong, a total betrayal of trust that Hero would never forgive. They’d become close over the months, spending much of their time outside of uniform together. When the capes were off, they weren’t supposed to do things like this, interfering with each others’ plans. And yet here Villain was, betraying that trust and drugging Hero so they couldn't fly off and save the day. 

It was selfish and Villain didn’t expect to be forgiven, but they didn’t regret the decision either. The upcoming raid on Supervillain was a suicide mission with no chance of success, and no amount of Hero’s optimisation would make that less true. Villain had told them as much, had shouted and yelled until their face turned blue, and yet it seemed that nothing they said got through to Hero. 

Carefully, Villain lifted Hero into their arms. Hero groaned at the touch, eyes opening marginally but never focusing on Villain’s face. "I won't let you die, I won't let you become a martyr," Villain promised. They carried Hero up to their shared bedroom, opening the closet and rummaging until they found one of Hero's uniforms. After a whispered apology, Villain made quick work of forcing Hero into their uniform, making sure their mask was firmly in place. They couldn't let Hero's agency think their identity was compromised after all.

With Hero dressed, Villain made quick work of dressing themselves. From there, it was easy for Villain to use their powers to teleport the two of them to an old hideout. It was easy to bind Hero's limp body to a chair, to set them up like a prop for a show. And it was a show, because they wouldn't allow Hero's reputation to be tarnished by an unexplained disappearance on the eve of battle. 

As they began recording the hostage video, Villain gave a wicked grin and prayed it hid the sadness in their eyes. “I suppose you’re all wondering where your precious Hero is, yes?”

[abhainnwhump]

Whumper burns Whumpee's tongue to kill the tastebuds, then forces poison down their throat. If they could taste it, they would know it's dangerous. But they can't.

[sorrowful-hyacinth]

What The Tide Brought In

[Next]

Contents: TW Restraints, TW Choking/ Strangling, TW Venomous Injury, TW Threats, Siren Whump, Pirate Whump, Sadistic Whumper, Defiant/ Stoic Whumpee

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“Captain, we’re going to need to make a port stop sooner than we expected. Our food supply is a little low.”

Looking off towards the distance of the endless sea, Malik was leaning against the wooden railing along the side of the vast ship. A deep internal sigh escaping him from the calmness of the morning. The waves were docile today, clear skies, and perfect winds. Glancing over his shoulder to acknowledge his first mate, Jovey. His signature side smirk that was as charming as ever.

“Means the lads are all eating well. Maybe too well, but we’ll tackle that later.” The deep rumble in his chest resonates through his chuckle, coming out a bit course from the early morning air. “Set a course for Port Royal, should be the nearest one to us.” 

Rising from his hunched position, his arms reach to the amber sky and soft huff escapes him. It had been a long month on the waters of the Atlantic, but shifting to the warmer tides of the Caribbean always reminded him where home was. It wouldn’t be more than a day now when he’d be able to collapse in a bed that doesn’t sway with the waves, in a warm tavern with a bottle of rum all to himself, and a bowl of stew from anything that wasn’t pescado. Possibly partaking in a little stealing, sabotaging, or cheating just to pass the time. Not having to be a captain for at least a week was a break he couldn’t wait for. The crew he inherited only knew how to follow orders when his voice was harsh as the winds, otherwise they’d slack off or get too comfortable. Not that he minded putting them in their place, it boosted his ego and there was a satisfaction in seeing the yielding in their eyes as they adjusted their tone and fixed their posture. Intimidation and strength. The qualities he believed was required of a captain, especially one as successful as he was. 

Unfortunately for him, because of his imposing presence on both the waters and the shores, it was now a rare occurrence for his ship to be attempted to be commandeered or attacked by other occupants of the sea. Even on land, most steered clear of him or were careful with their words. It made his exhibitions boring to say the least, no challenges, no competition. There hasn't even been ruthless storms as of late, the type to make experienced sailors soil themselves, the ones that threaten to sink you with your ship until you come out victorious. Even now as he turns to grip the wheel in his hands and his eyes scan the deck a flight below him where his men work, he doesn’t feel that thrill of adventure that used to drive him. He didn’t know if he would anytime soon with his reputation being as strong as it is.

His luck was akin to that of being at the mercy of a coin toss at times, whether today was a virtuous luck sent by the gods or a vicious one, he couldn’t care when his wishes were granted. Of course they were, he always got everything he wanted eventually.

“Captain! We caught something!”

His heads whips over towards port side, his men hoisting up large net that swung and twisted violently. Setting Jovey to steady the wheel, he quickly glides down the railing of the stairs before hopping to his feet on the deck. Trotting over to the commotion as his crew surround the catch. They part away to forge a path for him as he approaches and what he see’s makes his whole world light up in flurry of excitement. A siren. 

“Captain... is that the creature from the legends?”

Malik can’t help but let out a hearty laugh, not just at the question, but also out of astonishment at his luck. His eyes glued to the young male siren thrashing about in the thick rope, hissing and growling like a wild animal.

“That’s right lads! Look what the tide brought us, a siren from the tales of the sea.”

He gets down on one knee beside the tangled fishy creature. The strong scent of seawater mixed with an all too familiar rotten fish odor. Reaching down to grab the main rope line and tugging on it, the net tightens around the specimen and constricts its movements. A protesting growl leaving the siren as it glares through the rope straight at him. He can’t help grin a little maddeningly. Realizing just how amazing this turn of events was. Seeing this sirens unwavering aggression and defiance even from only being on board a few minutes sparked a fire in Malik.

“You’re far from home, aren’t you bilge rat? These aren't your waters.”

The siren, seemingly frantic and panicked from its predicament squirms in the net. Its tail thudding against the boards of the deck. Maliks chuckles overpowering the sirens protesting sounds. The crew that surrounded them watching in a mix of curiosity and caution. Taking the time to admire such rare creature in their waters. Its contrasting palette of blue hues and white accents. His finned tail pointed at the ends, three appendages along each side of his fish body with cerata extended out from each. His upper body resembling that of a normal young man, but scattered with a light blue vitiligo-esque pattern along his skin. Medium length dark blue hair damp and cascading over his shoulders. His fingers pointed like claws and his fangs baring. And those, oh so, captivating golden eyes.

“Alright lads, quit gawking. Why don’t we make our guest more... comfortable?”

Malik stands up as his crew get to work, knowing the protocol underlining his words. A few of the men dragging the siren towards the largest mast in the middle of the top deck. When they start to extract him from the net, he proves to be nothing if not aggressive and hostile. Using his sharpened nails to dig into the crews arms and legs, making them bleed. Biting hands and forearms when they try to lift him up. It took 5 sizable men just to get him up off the floor, but nobody was ready when one of the men got hit with one of the large appendages flapping around erratically through his struggle. The man stumbling back and falling down onto the wooden boards with a hard thud as he grips his chest. The crew managing to tie the siren up against the mast and restrain him. Everyone turns to look to their crew mate on the floor, struggling to breath. Malik rushes to his side and crouches down, inspecting the man and tugging his shirt down to see a hue of red amongst the inflammation quickly building on his chest. 

“Hey… hey, lad, keep your eyes on me, alright? You better fucking stay awake, you hear me?”

Malik slapping the mans cheek a few times to keep his attention when he notices his eyes lolling around with no intention. He looked sick, almost nauseous. His hands clawing at his own chest as if there was a pain that he fruitlessly attempted to dig out of himself. Malik having to grab the mans hands to keep him from hurting himself.

“Get this boy below deck! Don’t let him fall asleep and keep a bucket near in case he vomits.” When his crew just stare at the both of them with nervous and distant expressions after what they witnessed, Malik let go of the mans hands and stood up with a threatening posture. “NOW!” That woke the crew from their paralysis as they quickly made their way to the injured man and helped carry him below deck to be treated and supervised.

Malik turning towards the mast where the siren was left restrained and desperately fighting at the thick rope. His hands clenching at his sides, a fury in his eyes that would make most crumble at his feet. He walks over to the creature with steady strides until he’s standing before him. The siren glaring right back up at him, a smirk twitching onto his face, expressing his satisfaction.

“Whoops, sorry cap. Didn’t realize how weak your me—”

The siren chokes on his words as Maliks hand wraps completely around his throat. An iron grip, unyielding as he leans down closer to the sirens face. A cold fury brewing behind his gaze while the creature flails and gasps for air. His tail beating against the mast frantically. 

“If you dare to speak another word with that vile tongue fo yours, I will personally slice it out and force it down your throat. If that’s not enough to shut you up, I’ll cut off that tail of yours and feed you to the sharks. Got it, caviar?”

His voice was almost hushed, but didn’t lack the venom behind every word. Naturally making the siren tense as his glare falters from the combined threat and lack of oxygen. Maliks hand tightening around his neck hard enough to cause him to see stars and he reluctantly relented with a subtle nod. Enough for the hand to quickly retract and allow him to cough violently and heave for air. Maliks foreboding stance towering the fish creature while he watched with a sense of triumph that blossomed into pride as his grin plastered onto his face one more. For the first time in a long time, Malik found a thrill, something that made his heart race, something that made him tick. This siren, who had just backed down not even a few seconds ago, now scowling at him with a passion that was contagious.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for something like you to come along, little sea dragon.”

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Date: September 16, 2024

[writinggremlin]

Y'know how I like my soups? Here's a soup themed prompt!

Soup roulette.

Whumpee is presented with two bowls of soup. Whumper claims that one is tainted (drugged, poisoned, etc.), while the other is perfectly fine. Whatever was used in the tainted soup is colorless, odourless, and tasteless. Which one is which? Well...

That's for Whumpee to figure out.

[whumblr]

Whumpee who loses to child safety locks vs Whumper who only gives painkillers or antidotes (or water) in such bottles.

They'll get it... eventually... In the meantime Whumper just enjoys the sight of a desperate Whumpee struggling to get the bottle open, weakened by pain or poison, their grip too feeble (or slick with blood) to fully press the cap down.

[serickswrites]

Forever IV

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Warnings: captivity, drugging, noncon/dubcon implied, unconsciousness, poisoning, self sacrifice, yandere

“What have you done?” Whumpee repeated as they dropped to their knees beside Caretaker. Caretaker’s breaths were so shallow, Whumpee initially thought Caretaker wasn’t breathing. They rolled Caretaker on their side, trying to help them breathe a little deeper. 

“I did what I needed to,” Whumper said coldly. 

“What did you do to me?” Whumpee couldn’t remember what happened. Everything was fuzzy in their head. They cupped Caretaker’s cheek, trying to rouse Caretaker. 

But Caretaker didn’t open their eyes. They continued to take irregular, wheezing breaths, but the did not wake. 

“You were mine,” Whumper said as they held out their hand, “you’re still mine.”

Whumpee flinched back. “I am not yours. I thought….I thought we were friends.”

“That’s all I ever was to you,” Whumper sneered. “Even though I did everything for you. You should have come to me. You should have been grateful to me. I love you. I would do anything for you.”

Whumpee looked up at Whumper in horror as they realized their friend was truly a monster. “I…I…I don’t owe you anything.” 

Caretaker’s breath faltered. “Caretaker?” Whumpee shook Caretaker’s shoulder. “What did you do to them?”

“What needed to be done to keep them out of the equation. Forever.” Whumper glared down at Caretaker. “You’ll soon be forgetting them anyway.”

“Caretaker! Please, open your eyes. It’s me. It’s me! I love you. Please! Come back to me!” Whumpee sobbed as they tried to wake Caretaker once more. 

“What’s so special about Caretaker? What do they do for you that I can’t do. Forget about them, Whumpee. Come away with me. They’ll soon be a distant memory.” Whumper gripped Whumpee’s shoulder tightly. 

Whumpee leaned down as they sobbed and kissed Caretaker’s forehead. “Help them.”

“Excuse me?”

Whumpee tore their gaze away from Caretaker. “Help them. Bring them back and I’ll go with you. Wherever you like. Forever.”

Whumper froze. “Forever.”

Whumpee nodded as they began to sob openly. “Forever.”

Tags: @ha-ha-one @tiny-daggers-up-to-heaven @Ithrboy  @mefattortoise @nolahan @elisabethrosewrites

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Vampire Caretaker- Part 2

Part 1

“Little one?”

Whumpee stirred but didn’t open their eyes. They were laying in something incredibly soft and enveloped in something warm. They wanted to stay here, wherever here was. It was so cozy, they didn’t want to go back to reality. Whumpee distantly heard a voice chuckle.

“Well, at least you’re somewhat awake, I was getting worried for a moment.”

At that, Whumpee’s eyes snapped open, reality hitting them all at once. They looked up to see Caretaker from before. They scrambled up into a sitting position. Caretaker reached out a hand to steady them, but Whumpee flinched back. They took in their surroundings with wild eyes. They were in a dimly lit room with wooden paneled walls and great crimson curtains obscuring a window. They were sitting up in a very large bed with a deep red comforter and several soft pillows. Caretaker was sitting at their bedside, their red eyes glinting in the dim lamplight. Caretaker wore a concerned expression on their face.

“Wh-” Whumpee started, “where am I?”

“You’re in my home,” Caretaker explained, “don’t excite yourself now, you’re still weak from residual poison.”

Whumpee felt something scratchy against their neck. They reached up and felt soft bandages wrapped around it.

“I patched you up as best as I could,” Caretaker said, “I’m sorry it had to come to biting you, but you were running out of time. If I hadn’t acted when I had… I’m not so sure you’d still be here.”

“What do you want with me?” Whumpee asked in a small voice.

“Nothing,” Caretaker said, “I just want you to get better. I saw you needed help, and I couldn’t just leave you to die.”

“You’re… not going to turn me into your bloodbag?” Whumpee asked.

Caretaker visibly cringed.

“No, little one,” Caretaker said gently, “I’m not that kind of vampire.”

Whumpee took a minute to breathe. Caretaker’s words seemed to be genuine; after all, Whumpee had been in their home for who knows how long and they hadn’t been bitten again as far as they could tell. Maybe they were safe here?

“If you don’t mind my asking,” Caretaker said, “what is your name?”

“…It’s Whumpee.”

Caretaker smiled.

“Lovely,” Caretaker said, “it suits you.”

Whumpee thought back to the last time they were awake. They remembered Caretaker removing the poison from their system, but they couldn’t remember how they got poisoned in the first place.

“What’s wrong, Whumpee?” Caretaker asked.

“I- I can’t remember,” Whumpee said, “I can’t remember anything about last night. How I got poisoned, how I got in the alley, anything.”

“Ah, well,” Caretaker said, “I must admit my knowledge is about as limited as yours is, I’m afraid. All I know is you were exhibiting symptoms of being poisoned when I found you. There are some dangerous characters in the city that want nothing more than to cause trouble for innocent people like yourself. Tell me, Whumpee, do you live in the city?”

Whumpee shook their head.

“I just arrived yesterday. I was staying at an inn, but I haven’t found a place to live yet.”

“Would you like to stay with me until you do? It might be safer than the inn, especially if that’s where you got poisoned in the first place. Besides, you still need to recover from your ordeal.”

Whumpee was taken aback. First Caretaker saved their life, now they were offering them a place to stay? Whumpee wasn’t sure what to say.

“I- I would love to,” Whumpee finally said, “if you’re sure it’s no trouble.”

“No trouble at all,” Caretaker said with a smile, “I haven’t had company in a very long time. Now tell me, what would you like for breakfast? Although I don’t really eat food myself, I keep the pantry well stocked in case someone stops by.”

…

Whumper clung to the shadows of the castle courtyard. To think all it took was poisoning a random person for the vampire to come out. Following them back to their home had been simple. Whumper couldn’t believe that Caretaker actually lived in the decrepit, old castle. It was almost cliché really. No matter, soon Whumper would get Caretaker alone and would put an end to yet another vampire that plagued the earth.

part 3

Tags: @rainy-knights-of-villany

Special thanks to @deckofaces and @thepenultimateword and @rainy-knights-of-villany for helping out with this part!

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whumpril Day 30: You're Pathetic

CW: werewolf whumpee, captivity, poison whump, torture

Please, make it stop…it hurts…it hurts so much, and I can’t move…

The werewolf, curled up in the corner of his prison, can barely raise his head as whumper enters and shuts the door behind him. That grin. The way whumper looks down at him, gloating, so pleased that he has a werewolf in his possession. Whumpee wants to shred him. But the dagger wound in his left side burns with agony. And it’s not healing. Which can only mean—

I’ve been poisoned. The dagger…must’ve been laced with wolfsbane…

Whumper crouches down next to whumpee, clicking his tongue. “Dear me, you look pathetic. And I assume you’ve discovered my little secret by now, given that that nasty cut isn’t healing.”

“Wolf—wolfsbane,” whumpee stutters, fighting for breath between waves of fiery pain. “You tricked me.”

“No, no,” whumper scolds, standing up. “I didn’t trick you. I merely did what I had to do.” His boot lands on whumpee’s side and grinds down.

Through the haze of torture, whumpee hears himself scream. Then another scream, and another. They burst from his parched throat in quick succession as whumper presses his heel into the poisoned gash.

Please, just kill me already…I can’t take any more…

Whumper removes his foot and steps back, and whumpee gasps for air, his chest heaving. Darkness crowds into his already blurry vision. And in the midst of it, whumper, standing over the werewolf’s wretched body, the grin gone from his face.

“Don’t you understand, whumpee? This is only what you deserve. An agonizing death, after what you did to me.”

[whumperer-86]

Poisoned, fell down , Cpr while foaming at the mouth, couldn't breathe, ambulance ride, injected with deadly injection

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