#truama whump

[whumpees]

Seriously yang se-jong in "still 17" is the best whumpee to act out truama 🙂

[generic-whumperz]

Oh buddy just you wait

*cue the night terrors

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Texts from the Ex

Pairings: Weems x Reader

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: Reader is a fairly new teacher, and you have a panic attack at school luckily not in class.

TW: implied past abuse, stalking, panic attack

A/n Hi guys sorry I disappeared for a hot minute there I just finished the last of my exams and have been very very busy. I’ll be back to posting as per normal (hopefully) now. Thank you all for your support with my exams and to the people who wished me luck with them your all very sweet. Again, sorry about the random ghosting haha.

Also, this fic is Larissa x reader. I know I said this was a platonic fic of oneshots but it was requested (I won't be doing any more romantic pairing for weems or Thornhill in the foreseeable future), this is just a one off so… live with it. (Dw as per usual its SFW)

Your phone screen flashed again as you did your best to hide it under the table and out of sight. The panic swelled in your chest as you pushed the tray of food away.

It had started that morning in your first class. You had been teaching about the renaissance when your phone buzzed in your pocket. As per usual you ignored it, you had a class to teach. The buzzing happened again ten minutes later while the kids were doing some still life sketches. This time you pulled it out, feeling the blood freeze tight in your veins.

How did she get this number. Your ex-girlfriend had managed to track you down, most likely due to your response to the ad for this position a few months back. You had responded with your number like an idiot and now she was onto you again.

She was awful, she ignored you and she had always possessed a special talent to make you feel unwanted and small.

You quickly shoved the phone back into your pocket and drew some deep breathes trying to quell the rising feeling of panic. You had managed to stave it off until the class left. It was only then you had let yourself collapse onto the floor and sob. She was trying to get back into your life to ruin it again.

The messages hadn’t stopped all day. Each one had made you feel closer and closer to the impending panic attack and now you were sat here with Ms Thornhill trying to hold a conversation. However, she was doing about 90% of the talking while you sat there nodding. You were close with the botanist. After all she was close with your girlfriend who happened to be the principle. None other than Larissa Weems herself.

Realising you had zoned out you tried to tune back into what was being said around you. Your phone buzzed under the table again and you began to feel sick. What if Marilyn saw? What if Larissa found out? What if your Ex found you?

Your chest began to feel tight. Constricting slowly and making it harder to take a deep breath. Your head was pounding and your stomach roiling. Your hands were shaking and clasped tight under the desk. Your body was overwhelmed with fear, and it was getting harder to hear Marilyn. It sounded distorted, as if it was under a layer of thick liquid like juice or honey. Things were moving weirdly as well, almost slowly but also too fast.

You thanked God that you had agreed to have lunch with Marilyn in the conservatory away from students. They didn’t need to see the new art teacher having a breakdown over some silly text messages.

“Y/n?” Marilyn asked as she laid a hand on your shoulder. “Honey, are you ok?” She said softly. You recoiled from the touch, and she quickly withdrew her hands into a surrender. “Ok. Ok. Its ok. Im not going to touch you sweetheart. What do you need?” She said and you shook your head, taking shaky breathes which weren’t helping ease the nausea. You curled yourself into a tight ball.

“L-leave me al-lone pl-lease.” You begged. You couldn’t see past the haze of tears and your head hurt so bad.

Marilyn stood back for a second, seeing she was getting nowhere. Suddenly she had an idea and whipped out her own phone.

“Honey? Do you want me to call larissa?” She asked softly. You hesitated and then gave a small nod. “Good. Good. Ok? Take some deep breathes. You're doing great Y/n.” She encouraged and began to dial your girlfriend.

The whole time she was on the phone she studied you closely to make sure you were still breathing and not at risk of passing out. After a few seconds she nodded and said something you didn’t hear before hanging up.

“She’ll be here in a second. Come on Y/n. You can do it. You're doing such a good job sweetheart. That’s it.” She gushed and you let out a shaky sob as you saw a pair of heels enter your vision.

Looking up at her with a tear-stained face Larissa’s heart broke for you. She quickly sat on the floor beside you, uncaring about her expensive suit and pulled you into her arms. She pulled you into her chest and tucked your head under her chin, her arms wrapped around your back. One of your legs either-side of her as you straddled her waist. She rocked the two of you side to side as she brushed her hands through your hair.

She exaggerated her breathing as you listened to her heartbeat and slowed your own. After a bit of just sitting there you took a deep breath of her perfume and released a shaky sigh.

“Hello darling.” She said cooly and with a tender tone.

“Hi.” You said almost shyly. She chuckled.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” She pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and rested her cheek thereafter. “Your safe baby. Your safe. Ok. Im here.” She said still rocking the two of you. After another brief silence she shifted slightly, and you let out a whine.

“Hush. I’m not going anywhere sweets.” She said and you let one last tear fall onto her blazer before playing with her broach and starting to speak.

“She texted again.”

“Who texted?”

“My ex.” You said and you felt her stiffen. You had told Larissa of your time with your Ex and she more than disapproved of her.

“How many times sweetheart.” She said softly.

“Seven.” Larissa sucked in a breath.

“Im buying you a new phone.” She said and you gave a half snort half laugh which made her heart warm.

There was another short pause before you let out a content sigh. “I love you Issa.” You said and closed your eyes and nuzzled into her neck, you were emotionally and physically drained and in desperate need of a nap. Right here would do, you decided as you began to drift off.

“I love you too my darling girl.” She said and kissed your cheek, smiling at the small snores you were making into her neck. She wondered what the students were going to think when she carried you through the hall on her hip like a toddler, fast asleep. Maybe a little bit of a distraction from the students would be good for you she decided.

[waywardsou2]

Chapter 5 (finally)

Man it really took me way to long to get this chapter finished for it to only be 4k words man.

Regardless it is here now and Chapter 6 is underway as well. Prepare yourself, things are only going to get worse

[worldboywhump]

My Lethal Man: Ep-21

TW⚠️: Suicide Attempt

[i-eat-worlds]

Alex & Friends Part 7: Respite

Alex gets a break. Team fluff kinda. cw: literally nothing. Like minor Trauma.

Alex had enjoyed her four hours of sleep. Joseph had gone with her to get a change of clothes, then showed her to the guest bunks. After a quick shower, she peeled off her soaking, cut up clothes and changed into the fresh set. Finally, she crawled into bed. There was no tossing and turning while trying to get to sleep. Alex dropped straight in a dreamless coma almost immediately. Her alarm rudely roused her four hours later. For a brief moment, she stretched and yawned, then rolled out of bed. She quickly remade the guest bunk, laced up her boots, and made her way to the chow hall for breakfast. Debrief was at seven sharp, and she needed to eat.

It was strange being back in an INSUPA Center after two years away. She hadn’t slid her arms into the black uniform jacket in ages. It felt odd to mark herself so obviously as a member. Alex had spent the better part of a year integrating herself within Shadow, and here she was, wearing the orange and blue logo of the organization that she had needed to disappear from. Now, she was surrounded by it. Smack-dab on everyone’s shoulder.

The longest line in the chow hall was for the coffee machine, which Alex bypassed for the food. Her tray was quickly filled with eggs, bacon, sausage, and a cinnamon roll that was liberally dribbled in icing. While the rest of the food was about average, INSUPA chow halls could make a killer cinnamon roll. Alex shoveled food into her mouth, leaving no survivors. Recently, she’d been living off of various take out places and less than tasty ration packs, so abundant quantities of palatable food was a minor miracle. She saved the cinnamon roll for last, unraveling the pastry with her fork. Her stomach filled, she snagged an energy drink from the cooler. They were not her preferred manner of caffeination, but the coffee line was seriously ridiculous. Now all she had to do was nd her way to the debriefing room.

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Eric reclined in one of the office chairs that surrounded the large table in conference room 2A. The famous conference room 2A. Every INSUPA Center had one, the room where INSUPA’s “best of the best” teams were briefed. They were all over TV, Superheroes in their custom uniforms informing the public of another success. The visible faces of powered people everywhere.

Of course, reality is far less glamorous. The 2A conference room is used by just about any INSUPA team, and very few powered people could lift up cars and throw them, zap people with lighting, or whatever else that the “best of the best” did. In Eric’s experience, the people with more “mundane” powers were not only far more helpful, they also could keep their ego in check. They were good team players. Speaking of his team, they’d all arrived in 2A. Joseph, his second in command, sat across the table from him. He sorted through a file folder, but every now and then, his eyes flickered over to Aarav. Fair enough, seeing as less than twelve hours ago, Joseph had been cradling their bleeding, concussed head in his hands. Aarav was the youngest member of the team, and Joseph had taken a little bit of a shine to them. So had Avia. She was sitting next to him, chatting about a video game. Avia had been on the team for a fairly long time, and Eric had met very few people who could kick ass as well as they could. Across from Avia was Teri, headphones wrapped around her skull, attention absorbed by her laptop screen. Eric highly doubted she’d slept at all last night. While the rest of them were sleeping, she’d been deep in the guts of cyberspace, searching for answers. As always, Sil came in last, a giant can of monster energy in his hand, wearing his signature beanie. Taking a sip of his beverage, he sat down next to Alexis and popped his legs up on the table.

Alexis was an interesting new addition to the room. She looked uncomfortable in the space. Her borrowed uniform didn’t fit quite right, and she kept tugging down the collar. He’d sat back down in his chair. “She’s surprisingly good at wound care.” Were the only words that left his mouth. The final person in the room was Senior Administrator Nicki Rudick. Her hands sat folded in front of her, her gray admin uniform crisp. She stood in the far corner of the room, to the side of several TV screens. Rudick checked her watch, then stepped forward. “Good Morning, Turquoise Team.”

Tag list: @pigeonwhumps

[late-tothe-party-07]

Someone pls give me whump recs. Fandoms can be

Original work

Fallen Order

Any newer star wars

Mandolorian

Last of Us

Destiny 2

Mha

Stray dogs

Any ARG

Any major MCYT

Genloss

Haikyuu

Marvel

Idc how gorey it is. I need pain to feast on.

[dirtydixonsgirl]

I’d love to see some Daryl x reader with some real Daryl whump. Serious but not too serious. They end up holed up somewhere, both with injuries but out of danger, but realize that they could have lost one another and act on their feelings then and there. Hot smut with ouchies and blood and maybe some woozy, aloof Daryl afterwards from blood loss. Happy ending, of course.

The things I like to read scare me sometimes.

Beautiful Bloody Mess

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

A/n: ohhhh this gonna get realllll smutty. thanks for requesting babe! keep em’ coming. i love to write for you all!!

WARNINGS: filthy filthy smut, blood, injuries, dirty talk, exhaustion, spanking etc. you know the deal babes. 18+

You and Daryl always found yourself in situations together. Whether that be going on runs, hunting or just being on guard watch together, you both sense the group did it on purpose, seeing how your friendship was, it wouldn’t surprise them if you both were secretly seeing each other, although you weren’t, the jokes they make still makes your stomach do flips while sending a deep blush over both of your faces.

You both found yourself in a new situation, one that was particularly dangerous. Very dangerous. The Governor had recently blown up the prison leaving it crumbling after him and his people attacked them, sending their group fleeing in opposite directions. They had no idea who was alive and who wasn’t, you both were trying to process the losses and truama you both had just lived, but you and Daryl on the run together, it was so much more than expected. The dangerous situations you were currently put in made you both question if someone was trying to test your sanity.

You both were pretty good at fighting together, Daryls quick aim and sharp precision while your skills with fighting, and your equally quick aim worked perfect together, knowing you both always had each others backs no matter what. You always felt safe with him.

Currently, you weren’t so sure of how safe you were. You both were running for your life, fleeing from the evading herd of walkers you had been fighting off for the last hour, restless, hungry, and exhaustion seemed to be beginning to bare on your bodies, it felt like you could never out run the herd that was closing in on you both.

Daryls back was turned towards yours, taking one side of the herd out before you both could start running again, his crossbow taking out each walker in his direction and pulling the arrow out of its skull. You on the other hand, had ran out of bullets a long time ago, making it even more difficult for the both of you, so a knife you both found at an abandoned house hours ago would had to do, but it wasn’t enough to be fast and quick with which is exactly what you had to do.

“Fuck!” You yelled out the knife blade clattering against the ground, falling right off the handle. It was done for, you didn’t even know how many walkers you’ve killed with it.

Daryls attention was immediately turned to you, searching you for mere seconds trying find a bite mark on you, something he was way too terrified to find on you. A walker walks into him pushing him down as he was caught off guard causing his foot to fall out from underneath of him, his body hitting a log.

“Daryl!” You panicked.

You instantly picked the blade off the ground clutching it hard in your hands, your own survival instincts kicking in, you could feel the blood dripping down your arm, stabbing it directly in the head. You grabbed his hand helping him up. The walkers smelling your blood instantly sending them into a wild frenzy, all their attention on you.

“I’m sorry, I-“ you started but he quickly cut you off.

“No time, Y/N, run!” He spoke quickly.

You both ran for your lives. Your chests heaving, the searing pain in you hand was slowing you down, you could still feel the blood running down your arm. But you had no time to look, no time to check on Daryl. But he was more worried about you than anything. His wrist now covered in your blood from you helping him up was worrying him as he glanced over at you for a moment before continuing to run, but he was in pain himself, his head was killing him after that fall and merely made him black out for a moment.

Bodies aching, blood dripping, dirty as hell. You both were a mess. The growls were becoming lower and lower but Daryl knew you couldn’t out run a herd, they would always catch up or you would run into another one. His protective self kicked in, not wanting you to be in danger anymore. Through blurry eyes he began searching for somewhere to hide.

“The house!” He suddenly shouted, pointing to it. “Go there.”

You didn’t hesitate but as soon as you started running in that direction, your foot was immediately caught in something sending you flying down into the leaves, the sheer panic volted through your body like an electrical shock.

“Fuck, Y/N!” Daryl growled, running right to your side to check out your injuries.

“What is it?” You panicked feeling your foot in the darkness, not being able to see. “Daryl?!”

“Fuckin’ bear trap.” He heaved out of breath.

Your heart beated furiously realizing the herd was minutes behind you, fearing this was going to be your last moments with Daryl. If he was going to do this, he had to be quick.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna die aren’t I, Daryl?” You searched his face, but he was studying the extent of your injuries.

“No you ain’t, girl.” He muttered, his hands adverting to the bear trap. “Hold still.”

He feels relief once he realizes the bear trap did in fact by some miracle not go through your boot entirely, just enough to slice you to make her bleed. They both winced pulling the shoe off, the red dots starting to stand up red around the hurt area.

“Let’s go.” He pulls you up.

The adrenaline and pain was starting to build up. All of the hunger, pain, exhaustion, blood loss was going to your head. But daryl was admittedly in his own world as well. He yanks the door open, searching the house as you came in behind him, his cross bow aimed, realizing there was nothing you sighed in relief and he pulled you to the floor harshly out of the walkers view hoping they would pass.

You winced.

“Your hand, it’s still bleedin’.” He examined it through the darkness, you looked down and sure enough your hand was still bleeding, not as much as it was a few moments ago but it still made you woozy to look at. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” You looked up at him.

“My fuckin’ head.” He winced, placing his hand on his head. “Hurts like a bitch.”

Blood was running from his head right down to his shoulder, it made you freeze, dizziness coming over your body at the sight. It was bad. How was he still alert? You had no idea. But the sheering pain was enough to make him want to lay down and take a nap.

“Oh my god, your head, it’s bleeding!”

Your hands went straight to the side of his head, feeling softly over the cut. It definitely needed stitches. He grunted, moving away from your hand slightly. It broke your heart to see him in this much pain. He looked over at you with half lidded eyes.

His restless, wild gaze flickered all over your face. Soaking it in. You were bloody but damn you were a beautiful bloody mess to him. After almost losing you out there, he was starting to realize just how much he wanted you here, with him. That’s how Daryl knew he was falling in love with you. He didn’t prefer the company of anyone else, he enjoyed being alone, that was until he met you.

“You’re looking at me all crazy.” You muttered, the dizziness blurring your vision.

His eyes stayed locked on you. His hand reaching up to push back a strand of your hair, his shaky fingers tickled your cheeks bringing you back down to earth for a moment, you body was tense and in pain but the pain was starting to put you in a new world. He reaches down, pulling your chin between his fingers to bring your eyes to meet his.

“Yer jus so damn beautiful.” He mutters lazily.

There was something about Daryl that was not himself, you couldn’t put your finger on it. Your mind was equally hazed, and Daryl’s head was spinning, being so close to you.

He began to move just a fraction of a second towards you, his lips parted, his breathing hitching, you could feel his hot breath on your lips. What is going on? You wondered but you had no time to think, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

A new found confidence surged through you as you pressed your lips against his, but with the passion neither of you were expecting due to the circumstances. He couldn’t find the energy to move his muscles to pull you closer to him, to pull the air up from his lungs. You both were trying to shake off the pain.

You placed your hands on his shoulder, your body trembling to deepen the kiss, his lips sluggishly moving against yours. You could feel the blood from you injury smearing onto his clothes and neck with every touch.

Suddenly your fingers were tangled his hair, pulling it ever so slightly making you both wince. A grunt falling from his lips letting you know he enjoyed the pain. Both of your tongues thrashed against each other. You needed to feel his adrenaline, his passion, his anxiety. You needed to feel him. Daryl feels the exact same way about you. It was an exciting thought.

He pulls back away from you, his eyes now a darker shade, his hands resting on the sides of your face.

“Damn.” He mutters.

“Damn.” You mock him.

You giggle at his expression. You want to hug him, this man who you were so afraid of and intimidated by a few years ago but now here you are, injured and holed up in a cabin waiting for a herd to pass by making out like some horny teenagers.

“I want you, Daryl.” You suddenly felt the words fall from your lips, the aching feeling getting worse by the second. “Please.”

“Gettin’ there.”

You fingers fiddle with his flannel buttons, he chuckles at your sudden desperation for him, trying hard to control himself, you curse at yourself struggling with the buttons and he reaches down offering to help you. You hands move from his shirt as he continues to unbutton it, you hands going straight to the semi-hard tent in his pants, you could feel his breathing hitch just from the small movement alone.

Daryl was never a man who wanted sex, until now. The feelings were washing over him rapidly as you began to rub him through his jeans, teasing him ever so lightly. He has had sex before but just with random drunk hookups he never remembered feeling anything, or feeling like this per-say.

You fiddle with his belt, pulling it off and unbuttoning his pants. The blood on your hands smearing onto the belt and his abdomen, leaving traces of you all over his body.

“You don’t gotta.” He suddenly reassured you.

You shook your head. “No, I want to.”

“We have to stay quiet.” He whispers.

“You should tell yourself that.”

You yank his boxers down, freeing him. His cock stood to your attention. Your eyes widened at the size, you werent expecting him to be so long and thick. He chuckled at your reaction.

“It’s hard for you, baby. Touch it.” He whispers.

His words travel straight to your aching core. Your hands intertwine with his pubic hair moving right to his aching cock. He lets out a sigh of relief when you wrap your hand around him,squeezing him softly. Your hand moves at a slow torturous rate, running your hand over the tip softly, causing him to jump. His whimpers were enough to send you into an orgasm.

“You said be quiet, baby.” You recited his own words.

A small blush formed on his cheeks. You’d never called him that before. Your hand stroking him seems to get to the right pace, his hips bucking into your hand. His sweaty hair falling into his face. His hands using all the strength they had as he pulls you onto his thigh, moving your hips against it, sending instant relief to your aching clit. You gasp at the feeling, the denim rubbing against you, you were dripping by now for sure.

“Fuck, I-I want you so bad.” He mutters.

You had never seen Daryl like this. Falling apart completely under you, it was new sight. A sight you would never forget. It turned you on even more how easily he could fall apart under your touch.

“I’m gonna uh,” he grunts, his hips bucking into your hand. “Fuck, that feels amazing just like that. I’m gonna cum.”

You could tell he was getting close, you sped up your movements with you hands and hips, his mouth falling open, you ground yourself against his thigh, a whimper falling from your mouth as he pushes his knee up against you harder. You felt the feeling deep in your stomach, your hand tightening around his throbbing cock, his hands rubbing circles on your hips so hard you were sure they were leaving marks.

He whimpered one last time, pulling you close to him, the blood from your hand was smearing across his chest at this point, making his sweat a tad bit more slippery as you dug your nails into his shoulder, he made a low sound in his throat.

“Doin’ so good baby. Feels so good.” He moans quietly.

His reassurance sent you over the edge, your hips bucking rapidly, the feeling releasing somewhere deep in your stomach, shortly followed by Daryls own release too. His white hot spurts of cum falling on your hand, you instantly took your hand to your mouth licking it clean, he groans at the sight of your tongue moving against your hand so teasingly.

“God, women. What you do to me.” He shakes his head.

“That was amazing.” You comment, your body coming down.

“Ain’t done with you yet.” He chuckle, now tugging on your pants.

He was a beautiful sight to see so close up. He looked even hotter covered in your blood. His hands trail down, tugging at the hem once more. You stand up instantly pulling off your pants discarding them somewhere in the dark house. His eyes were hungry, taking in your body as you take off your shirt, you weren’t wearing a bra. It was just too uncomfortable in the heat.

“God damn,” he almost moans at the sight. “You ain’t been wearing anything underneath that the whole night?”

“It gets too hot out here sometimes.” You shyly mutter suddenly feeling exposed in his presence.

“You’re tellin’ me.”

You sit back down but a quick swift motion Daryl flips you over, the moonlight giving him the perfect view of you dripping down your thighs.

“You want my cock, bunny? Tell me you want it.” He demands.

“I want your cock so deep inside me.” You whimper, the cold air hitting your exposed area.

“Yer so impatient, look at ya, your drippin’ down your legs and I’ve hardly even touched ya.” He chuckles, his fingers running up and down your wet slit.

You whimper, pushing your hips back to meet his fingers, but he instantly retracts them, his hand smacking down hard on your bottom, causing you to moan and jolt forward a new sensation washing over you.

“I said be quiet.” He spits, grabbing your hair and pulling you back. “You hear me?”

“Yes,” you mutter. “S-so sorry.”

“Yer about ta be in a second.”

The sentence made the achiness between your legs go wild, squeezing your thighs together harshly. The feel of him inside you, stretching you, making you whimper and cum on his cock was sending him into a mad man. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had wanted this for as long as you did but he didn’t realize how bad until now.

The quietness of the cabin was broken by both of your tangled breaths, his cock begging to be inside you. He takes the tip of himself, pushing it against your clit, a squeal falling from your lips. He continues the torture, moving delicately against you, causing your wetness to drip more, you push back against him, enjoying the feeling of him against you.

“You’re gonna kill me, darlin’.” He groans.

“P-please.” You beg.

“You sure?” He suddenly stops leaving you a squirming mess, his hips holding you back from pushing against him.

“I’m sure Daryl, ugh, just fuck me.” You say slightly aggravated.

That was all he needing to hear before pushing himself in you all the way. He slides into you again, repeatedly. The feeling was better than you have ever imagined, you’d had your fair share of boyfriends but sex has never felt like this. His hips pressing down on you, spreading your legs wider so he could push deeper into you, moving at an achingly slow pace, savoring every feeling of you.

The feeling was mind blowing. Your pace matched with his as you began to basically ride his cock from in front of him. He smacks your ass once more, you flinch a whimper falling from your lips. His pace increased, his grunts were heavier than before, his finger nails digging into your hips.

“So tight, so wet, all for me.” He hissed through clenched teeth. “All mine.”

You were speechless, the feeling in your belly starting to snap. You clench around him, his strokes skipping a beat for a moment. He thought about how vulnerable and completely exposed you were, his hands reaching under to find your clit causing you to clench around him again.

You gasp loudly, that familiar feeling washing over you again. He’s slamming into you relentlessly. You let go, clenching and throbbing around him, a string of curse words followed behind by Daryl. Pumping in and out of you slowly as you both come down from your highs, he pulls out, cuming all over your back and ass, it was the perfect view.

“Daryl!” You squealed.

“Sorry,” he laughed, pulling you to look at him again. “Think the herds gone now.”

You look at him, your chest heaving. The exhaustion washing over you even more. Your legs were sore and you were injured along with him. Your hand had stopped bleeding.

“That’s all you can say?”

“Get some rest. I’ll keep watch.” Stroking your hair behind your ear.

That was the last thing you heard before falling into your deep sleep.

[themurderofsonic-knockout]

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Propaganda under the cut

Specifically the first motobug from sonic 1:

most likely the first enemy you kill in sonic 1. it's metal shell provides no protection compared to flesh

Sonic:

He's the main character. Which also extends to favorite character. You know how fans treat their favorite character in fanworks? Whump and angst and truama

got hit with a sleep dart in tmosth

All Propaganda has been submitted

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were too)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/l2SF9wv

by wxy_226

peter parker is tired. peter parker is also a little angst filled gremlin. he will now spurt out random star wars quotes, memes, and trauma.

basically at the end of nwh peter parker goes into the dc universe because dr strange felt bad for him and wanted to give him another chance.

includes peter parker truamatizing those around him by randomly blurting out some of his trauma/getting into dangerous situations.

Words: 1371, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of peter parker in the dc universe

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Team Red - Fandom, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Characters: Peter Parker, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark

Relationships: Peter Parker & Sinister Six, Harley Keener & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Duke Thomas, Peter Parker & Damian Wayne

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[whumpees]

Hold up

[humanmostlikely]

Whumpee was temporarily allowed to ‘escape’ by his whumper, only to have her recapture him after having recovered from his ordeal somewhat. Eventually a stranger comes to save Whumpee for real, but he doesn’t believe them. Not after Whumper is arrested, not when he’s taken to a safe place, no matter how many people are kind to him. He can’t help but believe that this is all staged by Whumper. She did exactly what she intended to by making him believe that there is no way to escape her or her abuse.

The people trying to help Whumpee feel terrible for him and don’t know how to help him. But still, they try. Will Whumpee ever truly recover?

[aseasonwithclarasblog]

Drunk and Drugged

15 weeks into Jack’s captivity

tw: drugs implied, alcohol mention, cigarettes’ mention, noncon- nothing explicit, minor drinking, minor taking drugs, light swearing, conditioning trauma, implied torture, bbu, hunger, starvation, boxboys, this short bit has a lot of implied stuff

Previous // ~ Jack Masterlist ~

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Jack found himself awake, listening to the sounds of Victoria coming back home at 2 am. He had to look out Lily’s bedroom when he heard her walk inside because she was giggling… like a physical laugh? It didn’t sound like her but it was her. He’d heard her laugh before, and of course, he’d heard her cursing like a sailor, but it wasn’t like this. She was never like this. She smelled like cigarettes, smoke, alcohol, and everything awful all wrapped up in one beautiful package. Beautiful of course because it was her- What h a p p e n e d? He shrunk back when a guy came in after her. “Sssh. Vicky~ be quiet.” He covered her mouth while laughing softly. She waved her arm around. “Ssss fine. No one’s ‘wake Tony.” She gave him a look before bursting into giggles. Victoria laughing was weird, her giggling was unheard of. “Still.” Tony smiled kindly at her. She drowsily directed him to her room. Jack frowned heavily. She looked high as hell and he knew her policy. She didn’t want to sleep with anyone. She said it all the time. And this guy, “Tony,” was grinning too much for him to just be helping her get back home safely. Not your problem- Jack. But what if she needs help… He held his head, shaking a little as fear crept into his bones. “Nonono.” He whimpered before running to Lily’s room. Sitting down on his ‘bed’ and hugging his knees. Rocking back and forth while listening. The door to Victoria’s room closed. It sounded like furniture was slowly and quietly being moved. Tell her father… You wanna talk to him again? Do you want to be with him again? No. Anything but that- Good boys DON’T say no. At the end of the inward torment of yes and no, he found himself walking to Al’s room. Not realizing it until he was in front of their door. He froze like a deer in headlights. When did I get here… Before he could think anything else his hand was already knocking on the door. Al answered with a near growl. “What-?” Jack swallowed while taking a breath. “I… I’m s-sorry Sir. I-I j-just… just wanted to um… tell you, t-tell yu-you-” “Tell. Me. What.” His eyes seemed to glow with anger, though when Jack blinked they were perfectly normal. He took his best option, avoiding eye contact at all, staring at the ground instead. “S-Sir V-Vic… Victoria… a-and a guy…” He whimpered. “I-In her ro-room… I-I’m so sorry.” He whispered an apology. He stared at him for a beat before knowing he wasn’t lying. After all, Jack was a horrible liar. When his words really took effect Al’s face twisted in fury. Jack quietly crept back to Lily’s room as Al went off. Listening to the boy screaming a minute later. He closed his eyes while curling up against the wall and holding his legs. It took hours to fall asleep, and when he woke he was terrified to go out of the room. Lily was already gone to school and after a while, he knew he couldn’t keep hiding forever. He crept out of the room, being silent as he snuck off to the kitchen, hoping he could get some food. He noticed most of the others staring at him, not only the maids and such but the pets as well. He lightly waved at Annie and Kendall. When he saw a plate of untouched food on the table it sent a short spark of fear through him. “Uhm… M-Maka? D-did on-one of them, uh, f-forget breakf-” Maka glanced over. “Na. I think it’s for you. Masters said.” “F-for me?” He blinked at him slowly. “You sure?” “Well, Sir said so.” He shrugged while putting the other dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Trap. It has to be a trap. But Jack didn’t know where the trap began or ended, and his stomach told him to stop caring and to- Just eat… please? So with shaky, gingerly hands he slowly took the plate before sitting on the ground and quietly eating. He had noticed the silverware but he wasn’t allowed it, and maybe that’s where the trap would close in on him? He didn’t dare touch them. When he was done he gave the plate to Maka who cleaned it up, giving a shy smile to the older boxboy. Maybe he had done the right thing after all?

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Written on September 10th, 2021

Next // ~ Jack Masterlist ~

[whumpingwithclara-alt]

Lily is a Doll

Hello everyone. This is second post of my Jack Series (still needs a good name)

Lily is a small girl with big dreams and a bigger heart, so this is mostly just some fluff with her and Jack

Weeks 1-2 of Jack's Captivity

tw: Really nothing to be concerned about, brief mention to Jack's past in training, but no snippets from it or anything (if you guys wanna see that let me know) Enjoy!

Previous! // ~ Jack Masterlist ~

Her blond braided hair was bouncing around as she ran around her room with her toys. Flapping her arms around like crazy. And Jack found himself smiling.

His smile had broken in the first two months of training.

But he couldn’t help it. She was a little marshmallow of joy. And she was always laughing and always talking and always smiling. When she was alone, or with Jack that is. In front of her family though, her mother or sister, even her grandmother, she was quiet.

It puzzled him.

She had two personalities, and he didn’t understand how the little 7 year old couldn’t combine them into one.

“Jaaack… c’mere.” She waved him over as she sat in the middle of her bed. He nodded while standing and going over, his smile fading away at once, not because of her.

Because he wasn’t allowed to smile.

He looked down before she patted the bed and he sat beside her, holding out a couple of her toys before setting them down in front of her.

She glowed in excitement, making them all sit up in front of them, leaning against the pillows. He found himself smiling once again. Watching as she sang softly to herself.

Something about a dragon and prince. He wasn’t listening, just looking at her. She was happy.

After a while, she looked up at him, into his soft chocolatey brown eyes, suddenly making him go still while keeping eye contact.

Don’t look away. Don’t pull away.

“You don’t talk much. Do ya?” She pouted a bit.

He blinked. Caught off guard by the question before simply shaking his head.

“Why not?”

Why Or, in this case, why not. He hated these questions. It meant he had to talk, no simple nod or shake of his head would do.

“J-just don’t...” He trailed off, hoping that would be a sufficient answer for her.

“But whyyy?” She persisted, scrunching her face up in frustration.

He shrugged a little, using the motion as an excuse to think for a few extra seconds. She seemed like the type who wanted the truth, but he knew he couldn’t rightfully tell her the truth, she wouldn’t understand, and even if she could, he didn’t want her to.

She was so innocent in this mad mad world.

Lying was easy, it was keeping the lie a reality which was the hard part. So he settled for the in-between option. Half-lie. Half-truth.

“I d-don’t like my voice.” He mumbled.

She nodded a little, thankfully accepting the answer. After a bit, she giggled while giving him a doll, one she had affectionately named Miss Hanelle Vance. She had golden curls and unrealistically blue eyes.

All her dolls had first and last names, a couple had middle names too, but only the special ones. Some of the dolls were rich and some were poor. The rich ones got to wear the best and newest dresses, while the poor ones got the used dresses which were dirty or a little ripped.

She never had any human pets in her games. That was another thing Jack liked about her.

His favorite part about being with her was her windows. They were so much bigger than a normal bedroom window and she liked when they were open. It would leave sun patches on the ground and when it was open he could feel the cool breeze against his skin.

The air was so fresh and he got to look into the sun until his eyes hurt too much and he had to look away. Lily would get mad if she saw him looking at it.

“Stop it! Stop! You’ll go blind stop!” She’d pull on his arm until he looked away. “Don’t do that!” She pouted and glared at him all at once. It was the only time he ever saw the little kitten angry.

It helped his smile.

It hadn’t taken long for Lily to find him the best roles to play. She loved how Jack would make sounds for her stuffed animals, and so she asked him to quite frequently. It was easy for him to do, making soft noises like clicks or whistles. He liked it better than talking, and she was happy when he did the animal voices for her.

He had never refused to do anything for her. Though of course she never asked him to do anything besides play games with her. She had never asked him to do anything he would consider refusing.

She didn’t know what else could be done with him.

She didn’t know what he was made for.

He played with her for hours. At the end of the day, they were sitting at her little table as she had a tea party with fake food and drinks. He wished the food to be real. It had been a whole month since he first arrived there and he was itching to have more than a couple of meals once a week.

It wasn’t that bad though. Almost every night she would bring in tarts or candies from dinner, and she’d always share half of it with him. She liked the strawberry-flavored ones most. Even when she let him pick first, he always made sure she got the strawberry ones. She’d get the cutest little smile on her face and it would stay there until she was distracted by something else.

But she talked a lot about how she’d soon be going back to school, though she wasn’t all that upset about it. She’d talk about her old friends from school. It made him upset though.

It made him incredibly sad at the thought of losing his friend. She’d be gone half the day and then he’d be stuck with the rest of the family. Who he was easily learning to despise. Mostly Victoria. She knew he was made for pain, and she loved giving it to him.

But for now, he was content being with Lily. She was like a little doll herself with her perfect clothes and smile, which were so sweet and cute.

Next // ~ Jack Masterlist ~

[waywardsou2]

Whumptober 2024 - Shared trauma

Summary: HYDRA had sunk its claws into every price of the new world Bucky was growing accustomed too. Even into the lives of his new family.

Word Count: 705

Tags: shared trauma, wholesome, fluffy, less whump more fluffy, nightmares

It was nights like these where Bucky would wake up sweating. Water running off his back and dripping from his brow onto his lashes. The way tears would stain his face and his bottom lip would tremble. The way his hand would shake. Just his flesh one. His metal one wasn't made for such weakness.

His blankets would be torn. He would have to ask Tony for a new set.

And he wouldn't be able to sleep again. He didn't want to.

He didn't want to face what was there every time he closed his eyes.

So he got up, grabbed whatever was closest and threw it on before heading to the roof for some fresh air and privacy.

Except instead he found the red headed ex secret agent. Natasha Romanoff. He had met her before. He remembered her.

He felt like turning around and leaving. She seemed comfortable in the silence and he still wasn't sure if he was welcome. Having almost killed her. Twice.

But she saw him, she passed for a moment and he froze. His hands in his pockets as they started at each other in the dark.

Until she beckoned him over. Moving her hand in a forward motion before patting it on the concrete next to her. She was sitting with her knees tucked to her chest and he head resting a top them.

He sat down. Laying his legs over the edge of the building and leaning back on his hands.

He didn't look at her, simply at the forest Stark owned and the twinkling stars littering the horizon above the tree line.

The cold air was tough in his lungs but he reveled in the freshness of it. The cold of nature and night time. Not lab chambers and frozen metallic air.

"You get the dreams too Barnes?" Natasha said breaking the silence.

"Yeah" he admited

"They don't ever go away do they? Not matter how many wrongs you right. Doesn't take away what you did"

He breathed deeply listening to her calm voice. Though what she was saying was true. Her somber and soft voice drowned out the bad thoughts creeping their black tendrils of dread into his mind.

"It's all in the past. But that past is too recent. Too real. Too memorable" she continued

"Like a life you could never have imagined living but had to live anyway" he finished for her

"Like a bad dream you couldn't wake up from"

She hummed in agreeance.

And the two sat there. Staring at the night sky until day break. Basking in the dim glow of the stars and the pleasantness if each other's company

"I'm sorry for trying to kill you" Bucky says bluntly

"I'm sorry for not sticking by you against Stark. He's a douchbag"

"No hard feelings then"

She shook her head. A small smile on her lips. Her teeth just peeking out

"You aren't so bad Barnes. I get what Steve sees in you"

Now it was Bucky's turn to smile. If not for Steve he never woild have make it here. He would never have left HYDRAs clutches and he would have never been given to the Wakandan's so they could help him.

He would have still be trapped

And he believe Natasha might have been too

Even years after the wars HYDRAs still had its filthy hands in every organisation over the world. They had ruined more lived. Even if Steve and all the history books told him they'd one the war.

The scars from every battle said other wise.

And even thought Natasha never lived to see the war. He could tell she had seen a great deal of battles

And the compassion she still had through all of it was commendable. He respected her.

And Natasha revered Bucky. Knowing it took more than just being a soldier to survive all he had. To learn to live again after feeling like you were nothing but a husk for so long. She couldn't help but admire his strength.

Silent the two of them marveled at the strength and bravery of the other as they waited for the sun to rise and their new families to start wondering where they are.

Part of head canon AU for a domestic and peaceful Avengers. More coming soon.

[whatgoeswhumpinthenight]

Whumpmas in July Day 20

Prompt: Do you tend to identify with one character role within whump? 

Yes- sort of.

I can relate to the Whumpee’s plight as I have been through much of that (not so much the physical but the psychological) so I can self insert if I wish (and I do, going back to times where I didn’t need to think, just follow orders an be a good girl.)

I also relate to the Caretaker because I’ve been forced to be the caring friend and general middle person for any conflict so it’s been drilled into me to care for others so I still care for people and will always be there to help.