#villan whumpee

[raven-fucks-around-and-writes]

A/N; lmk if you want a part 2 !

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"Hero, you have to listen to me. It's not my fault— I never meant for it to get this bad. Please. Please. I'll do anything to make it right."

Villan had never felt this kind of pain before.

It was a desperation for hero's mercy and forgiveness that was unmatched. He pleaded on his knees with tears pooling in his eyes, staring at the snarl on Hero's face.

"Oh, you're sorry? You're so, so, sorry? Well that doesn't cut it this time. You want to tell "sorry" to sidekick's dead body? You want me to tell that to the city you destroyed, and all the lives you took?"

"No- I don't.." Villan chokes on his words, his tears finally spilling down his cheeks. "I didn't mean this to.."

Hero approaches him with malice and hatred in his eyes, his hand delivering a sharp grip to the back of Villan's hair as he pulls him to his feet.

Hero didn't know that this truly wasn't Villan's fault. He didn't know that Supervillan was controlling every one of Villan's unforgivable doings.. and he'd never believe that if anyone ever told him. He'd been framed perfectly, and Hero was known for being almost unreasonable

The two stared at each other momentarily, heavy breathing momentarily subsiding, before the hero produced a syringe with an unknown liquid from his utility belt. "You don't have to do this, Hero." Villan tried to remain calm in hopes the other would change his mind, his trembling breaths a slight improvement from his previous state

This was to no avail, as the drug was injected into villans neck. The edges of his conciousness blurred as he just barely felt hero hoist his body over his shoulder, his final cries falling on deaf ears

[run-little-hero]

T/CW // Violence, descriptions of gore, discussions of religion, religious imagery

“Get the fuck away from me.”

Hero stumbles, arm braced against a concrete pillar. They’ve found themself cornered and bloodied in a fantastic ballroom. Glittering gowns twirl and gloved fingers dance across the shoulders of their partners, lost to an enchanting, classical rhythm. But Hero, sequestered in a corner by Villain, masks their frantic pants beneath the melody, an arm clapped over their bleeding middle.

Villain pushes Hero farther back, voice low. “You’ve never liked the way I say ‘hello.’”

Hero cowers inward, gripping their arm to their chest as tight as possible. They can slow the bleeding, they won’t die here. But time is running out to evacuate safely and silently. Hero knows compromising the scene by causing commotion might lead to an explosive reaction on Villain’s part.

Hero doesn’t realize how close Villain has gotten until there’s a hand on their waist. “You look a little faint, my friend.” They pull Hero in, whispering, “Seems the crowd is too much for you. Let’s take care of that.”

The image of Villain’s chest flayed open, then crumpled facedown in the mess of their own gore strikes Hero. They feel sick. “You’re the Devil.”

Villain can’t help but smile. “And you’re such a little saint.” They mean it, too. “Don’t worry, I simply meant let’s take care of you.” Suddenly, they’re pulling Hero by the waist onto the dance floor.

“Villain.”

“Hush, we’re being discrete.”

Villain forces one of Hero’s arms behind their neck, the other fiercely gripping their stomach. Layers of frivolous clothing obscure the red seeping through their shirt. The pair sways to the slow ballad, and Hero can see Villain guiding them closer to the exit, inch by inch. They’ll take their time, and Hero leans into their weight as black spots begin to invade the edges of their vision.

“Tell me Hero,” Villain prompts. “Do you have faith in anything? Personally, I don’t see the point in religion when there’s people like us in the world.” Heroes and villains. Good and evil.

“I have faith in myself and my team,” Hero grunts, nearly tripping over Villain’s shoe. “That’s all I need.”

“You never think about God?”

“I’m more concerned with protecting innocent people myself. Can’t rely on the universe for that.”

Villain considers this. “I empathize with you, Hero.” They’re getting closer to the exit, nearly 10 feet from the stairs. “I find our conversations divine, and surely worthy of devotion. We’re magic in and of ourselves, aren’t we? A mixing of forces, alchemical.”

Hero grips Villain’s shoulders tighter. They can feel their feet growing heavier with each half-step. So close to the door. They just need to entertain Villain while they climb the stairs.

“S-some…” They struggle over the first step. “Something like that.” Villain pulls them over the second, all but carrying them.

Hero is wheezing by the time they reach the top, collapsing into Villain. They confess, “This feels more like Hell to me.”

“Hero,” Villain smiles into the crown of their head. “We will never be closer to God than we are right now.”

It sends chills through Hero. They pull Villain towards the exit, but Villain remains stood at the top of the staircase, gaze cast over the ballroom.

It’s not right, but Hero can’t move. The blood is trickling down their body, and they no longer have the strength to put pressure on the bleeding. They silently plead for Villain to move, take mercy and get them help.

“I have faith in you,” Villain says.

Hero feels a push of opposing force against their chest, and all of a sudden Villain looks far away. It’s the image they’re left with as their skull hits the bottom of the staircase with a ‘crack.’

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snippet #5

[cepheusgalaxy]

I don't see the appeal of villain whumpees

They're like, little girls and guys who are waaay to cocky about their positions and don't expect it when they are put in their place. They are all high and mighty, misterious, cruel foils to their hero counterparts, and then a higher, mightier entity steps in and crushes them, leaving them helpless.

I mean, it's kinda nice when they are all expecting of their inevitable being hurt. Hopeless little pals who are maybe a little too careful with their every step or else they know they are going to be hurt oh so badly if they screw up, just while doing their evil schemes.

I guess it's also a bit nice when they are at the lowest point, and the so noble heroes save them after they were screwed up, but their proud asses can't handle it. When the suffering doesn't humble them, when they only get crueler because of it, leaving the heroes wondering if they shouldn't have let them to rot in whatever shit they were deep into.

Like, maybe I could enjoy a story where the villain is a morally grey character who would like, never do something good no matter what. It's no good for them. They would never. But then they care for someone, and give their things up for this person--or maybe it's a thing--and now they can't--

Oh, oh, or maybe they were so hungry for power and they didn't care about anything they had to do to get it, but now it consumes them, and they are slaves of a more powerful entity, trapped in a prision of their own making...

...ok, I get it now

[electrons2006]

Gotcha!!?

Hero has finally located villains lair. They attack out of nowhere catching the henchmen guarding the front door off guard. They know this is going to be hard battle to even reach villan to pass through all the henchmen who may not be strong but are enduring and take some mighty blows without falling. But what's this? They seem to be so weak today? This makes no sense. But who has time to complain about a weaker enemy. They have to reach villan A.S.A.P. and take him down. Hero tears through the henchmen in no time and bursts open the door to villains room.That easily? It's made of frikin steel. Villan literally forgot to lock it. What an idiot. Villan is just standing there? No weapon nothing? Oh well easier the better. Hero had made sure to save 3 shots of his handgun even if that meant fighting some of the henchmen with fist, cause villan was supposed to be harder right? But he's just standing there. No time to think now. Within a second he takes out the customised glock 17 out of his holster aims and bam straight in the chest? No blood nothing villan is still just standing there not moved an inch? Did hero miss? IMPOSSIBLE they've trained their entire lives for this. No time to think. Aim and again bam bam. Still nothing? No blood and villan is standing there and has not moved an inch? What the actuall crap is this. Somthing has to be wrong with the gun and WHY IN THE WORLD IS VILLAN NOT REACTING ONE BIT. That's it time to end this. Hero takes out is knife and charges at villan only to go straight through them? What in the world of magic is happening? Suddenly hero notices the bullet holes in the wall behind where villan is standing. IMPOSSIBLE. The bullets went straight through villan without scratching them. Hero turns around and Villan is gone, vanished poof. "Oh nooo" hero thinks to themself." I've been trapped. That wasn't villan but only a hologram!! . Hero rushes for the door only for it to automatically close and lock right in his face. "Aaaaahhhhh" hero yells and kicks the door but it's reinforced steel it ain't gonna budge. Suddenly a hissing sound catches hero's attention. He looks around and notices a gas coming out of the vent. "Nooooo this can't be happening. How did villan come to know about my plans i told no one except... ". The room starts spinning. Hero looses ballance and falls to the ground with a thud and blacks out.

[bltzgore]

Tw: blood mention, powers, multiple whumpers, character death (not whumpee or caretaker), broken leg, young whumpee

I want a young hero whumpee. They're fighting a group of villian whumpers, getting tossed around like a toy, completely out numbered, out gunned, and bleeding...

Whumpee is tossed in front of a new villian, one that the others have been giving a healthy amount of space and respect. While they haven't been leading the group, but there is no doubt this is the one they're all scared of.

Whumpee trembles as they approach, just barely managing to pull themselves to their knees. Tears in their eyes from the pain and the fear. Their breath hitches as villian reaches down, getting a grip on their shirt and pulling them up to their eye line.

Villian is ready to finish this, that's what they were recruited to do after all. But as villian finally gets their first good look at Whumpee's face their eyes soften. Whumpee is young. Villian doubts they are even old enough to drink.

Whumpee whimpers, trying to get a grip on villian's wrist, rasping as blood runs down from their nose, "Just- G-get it over with."

God. They're a child. They're patched in blooming bruises, oozing blood from at least five places, and trying to break free and stand on their broken leg. How the hell did they get mixed up in this?

Whumpee can't take this. They're squirming under Villian gaze. They can't read it, but they stare back because it's the only part of villian they can see. Everything else is covered by mask, or cloth, or armor. Whumpee feels like they're eye to eye with death. They're terrified, they don't want to die! Will it hurt? How is Villian going to kill them?

Whumpee has a moment of self awareness, they must look so pathetic. They don't want to die a pathetic sniveling mess. Whumpee growls weakly and snarls, "Get it over with!" They scream, tears running down their face. "IF YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME, THEN KILL ME!" They seem to fall weak after that, spent, and shut their eyes tight.

Whumpee trembles in silence until...

"No."

They feel the ground against their legs. Is villian putting them down?

Whumpee opens their eyes the second they no longer feel Villan's grip on their clothes. They try to stand but their broken leg screams, and so do they. They stumble back against an alley wall, and managed to steady themselves. When they dare to look up villian has their back to them, facing the other members of their group.

One of them approaches villian, "What's up Villian. You gonna kill 'em or not?"

"No."

"Well if you're not gonna do it, I've always want to make that miserable runt scream until it can't-"

"I. Said. No."

Whumper 1 started to argue, but whumpee noticed that up and down villians arms ancient markings started to glow and twist through painfully bright neon oranges, yellows, pinks, and greens.

Whumper 1 didn't seem to notice, but the others sure did, beginning to back away, one or two even running.

Whumpee feels their skin prickle, and leans into the wall, guarding their head with the less mangled of their two arms.

"You won't lay a hand them ever again."

Even behind whumpee's eyelids, the light is impossibly bright.

Whumpee isn't sure how long they waited braced against the wall. Their protective stance is only broken by the arrival of a strangely gentle hand on their back.

"Easy now, you need to give that leg a rest."

Whumpee half collapses, half scrambles to the ground, trying to guard against any attacks. "Get the hell away from me!" They snap, taking a blind swipe as their eyes readjust, "T-touch me, and I'll break your goddamn arms!"

Villian withdraws, giving whumpee some space. "I'm sure you will. But before you do, please. Let me help you."

Whumpee shakes their head, showing their teeth in an attempt to hide a wince, "You were about t-t- to kill me."

Villian seems to curl inwards, looking away, "I was."

After a few moments of waiting for something else, and not getting it, whumpee asks, "Why didn't you?"

Villian takes their time on this one, trying to figure out how best to answer, ultimately sighing and shrugging, "Because I couldn't."

The silence returns, and again whumpee gets frustrated with it first.

"R-real talkative- aren't 'cha?"

Villian huffs a quite laugh that reflects in their eyes. "I suppose not. Now, will you let me patch you up?"

"Long as you don't incinerate me, yeah. I guess."

[em-writes-stuff]

isolation-chamber

day two of two weeks of whump @promptsforyourwhumpfic

characters: villain, caretaker, doctor

warnings: hospital setting, sick whumpee, cursing, medical neglect

428 words

a/n: idk man i dont really know what this is. i’m just kinda pissed off with the world right now i guess. doctors are the worst

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Villain stares at the plastic barrier between them and Caretaker. Such a small thing keeping them apart, what would be the harm in breaking it, really? But he wouldn't risk Caretaker like that. Not after everything she’s done for him. No, he can manage a few more hours in the small room marked of plastic so thin it shakes with each of Villan’s breaths. He could break it so easily.

She smiles at him, not her normal smile. This one doesn’t reach her eyes. Before the doctor came last, she didn’t have to fake it as much. Bad news. 

Now, the doctor stands in front of Caretaker, blocking both of their faces from Villain. But plastic isn’t soundproof. And Villain isn’t deaf. 

“It’s not looking good. By now, we’d have some sort of improvement from the medications. You should say goodbyes. Just in case.” He shakes his head sadly and turns to leave the room. 

“You’re a coward.” Villain rasps. “You’ve barely done any testing. You don’t know what this is or how to cure it. And now I’m going to die because you won’t do anything else. Because you’re scared.” 

“Villain,” Caretaker almost snaps. “That’s not fair to them. They’ve done a lot for you.” 

“What have they done? Taken my blood? Don’t think so. Checked my vitals? Didn’t happen. I came in with a fever, cough, rash, and upset stomach and they threw me in this-this isolation room! They didn’t give me an IV, or a fucking phone in case I needed anything. They don’t fucking care.” 

The doctor takes a deep breath and frowns. “I’m sorry you feel that way. My team and I really have done everything we can without putting anyone else at risk. But with your line of work…can you really expect us to have a cure for this? I mean…just last week you got three different death threats. This can’t be a surprise.” 

“Whatever.” Villain mutters. He pulls his knees to his chest and rests his chin on his hands. “If you’re going to let me die, at least do me the courtesy of leaving me the fuck alone. Don’t come back.” 

The doctor nods and leaves the room, leaving Villain with Caretaker. She glares at him, her gaze bothering him more than the burning in his lungs. 

“What?” 

She shakes her head, “I just think you’re being a little unfair.” 

He rolls onto his side and sighs loudly, screwing his eyes shut against the bright lights. “I don’t care if I hurt his feelings. He’s killing me.” 

She doesn’t respond.

[whumper-whimsy]

are there any popular whump tropes you absolutely hate/ can’t stand?

Fandom whump, hero/villan (sometimes its alright, but it doesn't really scratch the itch yk), and whumpee-> whumper or whumper-> whumpee have gotta be a few that i am not a big fan of

Underrated tropes tho,, caretaker-> whumper, whumper using whumpee to get info out of caretaket, intimate whumper, and pet whump

[professional-idiocy]

On Thin Ice - Pt 5

Soo yeah. Wrote this in 2 hours and pt 6 is actually a tomorrow thingy cause I wrote it before this. And 7-1 is also written so wow productivity.

Pt. 1 - Masterlist - Next

Taglist: @whoopsalittlewhumpy, @cupcakes-and-pain, @uncooly-supreme-whump, @thegreathowdini

CW: negative thoughts, burns, past mentions of abuse and torture. We mostly have some hurt and then small comfort while Colby does the Colby thing of being terrified of everything and anything.

Colby sat on the couch. He could not stay still anymore. He needed to repay Kevin, but whenever he’d tried to do anything useful. He’d been told no. Everything felt wrong when he wasn’t doing anything. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful. He was really grateful for everything Kevin had done!

Colby sniffed wiping away tears. He didn’t know what Kevin wanted from him. He was just resting all day trying to heal but it was boring and he needed to be useful!

He smiled as soon Kevin walked into the living room. He could ask if there was any way to help him, but it was always “It’s fine just rest” and he didn’t like that. It made him feel useless.

“Is there something I could do to help?” He asked hopefully, but Kevin just smiled softly petting his hair. Again, with the hair. He enjoyed it but it was frustrating. He wanted to be useful! he didn’t want— okay he wanted both.

“It’s fine you don’t have to worry. Just focus on recovery” Kevin said softly always doing the same. He didn’t like this. He wanted to do something useful! He didn’t want to rest! He wanted to somehow repay Kevin and he didn’t like it. Besides he had recovered enough, he could walk around but it was just hard, and hurt a lot.

“I’m going to pick up some work-related stuff, so I’ll be gone until five” He said softly before grabbing the coat from the hanger. Colby nodded in understanding.

Kevin would be away for a while. Which meant he could help but Kevin could just abandon him here and never come back. No- he still had everything here, he wouldn’t leave, yet. If he were to be abandoned Kevin would most likely throw him on the streets.

He quickly got on his feet ready to be useful before whining softly as his ankle tried to betray him. He pushed himself to move wincing at every step. He couldn’t stop now. He needed to repay Kevin.

He slowly dragged himself to the kitchen wincing in pain with every breath. It hurt so much but he could tolerate it. He opened the fridge picking out a bunch of ingredients, he had an hour to make them food. The ingredients looked fine and weren’t actually that old, despite Kevin ordering takeout all the time.

He hummed softly while making pasta for them. He was doing good! He smiled carefully cutting the onions, before putting them on the pan as they slowly turned a pretty golden brown. He smiled adding the garlic and tomatoes as the pasta cooked happily. He was doing good.

He was nearly done and it was good since he needed to get it ready soon. He turned to side borrowing one of the chairs from the table using it to try and reach the cupboard. He needed to get some spices for the sauce. Only for the front door to open as Kevin came in with a warm “I’m back”

Colby flinched putting too much pressure on his ankle that betrayed him, he tried to grab onto anything, only for him to snatch the handle of the pan. He landed with a thud as a small whine escaped him while the pasta sauce flew all over him.

He whimpered as the hot pasta sauce burned before it hit him.

He’d dirtied the kitchen.

Colby quickly got on his knees as his breath caught in his throat. He felt the tears fall as he watched Kevin come closer, his fear numbing the pain.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll clean it up. Please don’t be mad at me. I know you told me to wait but I wanted to be useful. I’m sorry- I’ll clean it up immediately. You don’t have to worry” He said as tears fell freely. He was so going to be punished for this but maybe Kevin would be happier if he cleaned the mess up.

“Colby…” Kevin said sadly as he flinched. Kevin would soon turn angry, but it was fine. He deserved it. Kevin turned the stove off before crouching in front of Colby. Who immediately looked at the floor visibly trembling, squeezing his eyes close. Colby was waiting for Kevin to hit him. He frowned picking up the trembling ball of nerves that was Colby.

Colby didn’t even flinch as he was lifted, he just stayed there listless, hoping compliance would make whatever was coming easier. Maybe Kevin would be nice enough to hold him afterwards, but he was always left alone to pull himself together.

He was placed, not dropped, in the bathtub before Kevin spoke up, without a hint of anger in his voice, it felt off. Too off. There would be something worse.

“Colby, can you take your clothes off? You’re covered in pasta sauce and I need to wash it off” Colby nodded doing as told. He needed to clean the mess up as soon as Kevin was done. He was being oddly careful with, like shouldn’t he be thrown around? He had messed up big time. It was natural, right?

“There, good job. I’m gonna run some water and wash the leftover sauce away. Are you fine with that?” Kevin asked, he asked him. It was weird but Colby nodded anyway, knowing it wasn’t smart to refuse.

He closed his eyes as the cold water washed over the burns feeling so nice. It was way too relaxing to be a punishment, especially when Kevin began washing his hair.

He felt like he was melting away at the softness how Kevin just massaged his scalp. It was pure bliss as the water just ran through his hair before after a while it stopped.

“There, all done” he said handing him a towel “Dry yourself while I go grab the burn cream and a change of clothes”

Colby nodded not really understanding what it meant. It was confusing. He wasn’t hurt at all which was weird since he messed up. He’d made a terrible mistake while disobeying Kevin.

He trembled not liking what was to come. It must be something horrible, but he was prepared for that. He deserved it for even thinking he wouldn’t be hurt. He quickly dried himself off before getting out of the tub. Then sat there wrapped in the towel, waiting for Kevin to come.

It didn’t take long before Kevin opened the door smiling, warmly. It wasn’t the sadistic smile Miss Rosa used to have before he hurt him. He just sat down in front of him showing him the burn cream he’d gotten. It was a very fancy looking bottle. So, why was he wasting it on him?

“Can I put it on your burns?” Kevin asked as Colby began to cry. He looked startled before smiling petting Colby’s hair as he just cried clinging to him.

“Why aren’t you mad at me? You should be yelling at me or hitting me. That’s what happens when you mess up. That’s normal. So why-” He said looking up at Kevin tears in his eyes, so scared and lost.

“Why aren’t your actions making sense?” He asked sounding even more desperate. Kevin pulled Colby close as he tensed worrying about something before silently crying.

“It’s alright. I won’t ever hurt you. You aren’t even in trouble and you tried your best to help. You did good” Colby looked up in surprise, silently asking if it really was true.

“I was just worried that you’d accidentally injure yourself like just now. Next time if you want to help, let’s do it together” Colby nodded softly wiping away the tears as Kevin reassuringly pet his hair.

It was too good to be real, wasn’t it? There’s no way Kevin actually felt like that, but he was fine with it. He could help Kevin in other ways.

They sat there as Kevin began to apply the burn cream on the burns, softly praising him, like every time Kevin took care of his injuries. Kevin showed such kindness to him even after he’d caused a mess and been a nuisance. Kevin was just so nice. He really didn’t deserve any of this, but Kevin seemed to believe that.

He quickly got dressed after Kevin was done. He didn’t need to bother Kevin any further, before rushing to the kitchen to clean up his mess, he was halfway through the living room before his traitorous ankle gave up crashing him to the ground.

Kevin rushed over to help him up and he had no choice but to accept it. He was picked up and sat on the couch. Kevin ruffled his hair gently before wrapping a blanket around him.

“It’s fine. You can just rest” Kevin said as Colby smiled in return. Kevin liked it when he smiled. In reality, he was a useless waste of space. He wasted Kevin’s money, resources and everything without giving anything back.

As much as he liked Kevin, he should return to Alaric as to not bother him or worse, endanger Kevin, Rosa might not do anything to his brother, but her sidekick was another matter entirely. He was the dangerous one.

He should leave, but maybe spending a bit longer wouldn’t hurt...

[kim-poce]

A Mean to be Good - Meeting

Next

Masterlist

CW: hero whumpee, asking to be hurt.

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Hero was looking down at the gray concrete floor, it was dirty, of course; no one would bother cleaning a long-abandoned factory.

They were waiting for Villain, anxious, what if they don’t come? Why would they come in the first place? They are their nemesis after all. What if-

"What is this about?" Villain asked, walking in. Hero was too relieved by his presence to mind their own lack of attention.

Villan, on the other hand, couldn’t have refused the 'invitation'; his curiosity was greater than his self-preservation, —the curiosity killed the cat. Ha— and Hero being strangely quiet just made things more suspicious.

"Here for a fight?"

Hero shook their head hurriedly and Villain raised their eyebrow, Hero was nervous, not scared or angry, not even frustrated, just nervous and anxious. "Was-" Hero cleaned their throat, "Was what you said true?"

Villain wasn't expecting this question, they didn't remember saying anything that would make Hero this nervous to talk about. Usually, they just make mocking remarks or some eventual small talk.

"Can you explain the hell you are talking about or should I leav-"

"No!" Hero cut, if Villain didn't know better they would say their voice had despair underneath. "About… I mean… when you said that I was-" their voice was becoming smaller with each word, "-that I was good…"

Villain frowned for a while before recalling the fight a few weeks before, Hero was losing it and Villain said —if he recalls it right— that Hero was really good at getting beaten up.

“... are you here to complain or something?” Villain asked with an annoyed tone.

“NO!” Hero said, shaking their head again, “I just… you can… you can do this… now” They lowered their head further, faces burning hot for embarrassment, they were pathetic. Utterly pathetic.

Villain sighed, “Hero, I’m starting to lose my patience so you should start to be clear.”

“I meant-” Hero started in a low voice, “Y-you can hurt me…” they bite their lip, “...please?”

Villain frowned, tired of whatever game Hero was up to, “If this some new plan from that team yours I swear-”

“It isn’t. They don’t… they don’t know I’m here,” Hero admitted, knowing how dangerous it was to have no backup, “They won’t know it doesn't matter what you do to me.”

“I need more information than that, little hero, start talking,” Villain said walking closer.

“I just… I just want to be good”, Hero said weakly, it doesn’t matter what they do, they are never good enough, they never meet everyone's expectations, they only disappoint everyone, but Villain said they were good at being beaten, they can do this, it isn't that bad, it only hurts. "I want to be good."

Villain raised their eyebrows at Hero, not the way they expected their meeting to go.

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[raven-fucks-around-and-writes]

Tropes I love:

Caretaker-turned-whumper

Conditioning

Drugging

Forced to watch

Forced to hurt

Whumper-turned-Whumpee

Wing whump

Basement Whump

Captive Whump

Intimate Whumper

Pet whump

Restrained

Lab whump

Whumpee villan and Whumper Sidekick

[run-little-hero]

T/CW // Unhealthy relationship, violence, grief, death, NSFW

The first time Hero engaged Villain in a fight was lifetimes ago, before tragedy had seeped its way into every part of their being. There’s a price attached to this job, Hero knows that now.

They’re facing Villain and the setting is all wrong. Hero feels like laughing. It’s absurd to think they ever did this in the name of justice. It’s all meaningless now; the fighting, the title, the prestige—meaningless to both of them, Hero can see that.

Minutes pass before Villain breaks their silence. “Sometimes I think I hear them say my name while I’m standing in another room.” They stare at the floorboards. Hero isn’t surprised they found them here. “I’m going crazy, right?”

Hero’s eyes drift to the couch. They remember falling asleep, Civilian’s head resting on their chest. The memory of burnt coffee wafts through the apartment.

“Would you be so lonely if you were going crazy?” Hero remarks.

“Maybe I wouldn’t.” Villain walks over to the coffee table, picking up an abandoned glass. “Hopefully it’ll get worse with time.”

According to the agents handling the case, Civilian’s relatives have been hard to locate, so no one has been by to clear out the apartment in the five days since they were killed. It’s not right their home should remain untouched. Something in Hero thought it might collapse in on itself now that it’s human isn’t in the world. This reflection of Civilian, destroyed.

And in the middle of this static snow globe is Villain. Hero’s enemy. The only person on Earth who understands what they’re going through. Hero hates them for it. For being a reminder.

“Villain,” Hero begins. “I want you to get out.”

Villain looks up. “I’m not done yet.”

“Done with what?”

Their expression morphs to anger. With a violent swing, they throw the glass onto the floor. Hero follows a few of the shattered pieces as they slide across the ground.

“I’m not done,” they repeat. Villain makes no effort to finish their statement. Hero understands anyways. Especially now, words seem so unnecessary. But how dare they destroy a piece of Civilian—what little they have left of them.

Hero tackles them, knocking the couch back in the process. Villain struggles, trying to push Hero off. Hero goes for their face, landing a punch across their jaw, then another. Blood drips from the corner of their mouth.

Villain manages to free themself with a knee to Hero’s stomach. They double over and Villain springs to their feet, running to grab a paperweight off a shelf. Hero gets back up, dodging Villain’s swing with the blunt object. They take the opportunity to push them through the glass coffee table. Shards dig into their bleeding hands as they struggle to rise. They’re stopped by the press of Hero’s boot on their chest, pinning them in place.

A sick smile spreads across Villain’s face. “They wouldn’t want us to fight, you know.”

Hero lifts their boot and stomps on Villain’s chest again, making them wheeze. “Shut up!” Hero yells. “It’s all your fault. You’re the reason they’re dead.”

“No,” they whimper. “If it’s my fault, then we split the blame.” Shut up. Hero can’t stand the implication.

“If you didn’t get in my way they wouldn’t have died! I could have stopped Supervillain!”

“I know that!” Villain cries. “You think I knew this would happen? You think I wanted this?” They sound as pathetic as Hero.

Hero blames Villain, but that blame is also inseparable from themself. If they’d protected Civilian better, if they’d just stayed away from them in the first place, they’d be alive. They’d never have been caught in the crossfire of Villain and Hero’s affections.

Hero takes their boot off Villain’s chest and bends down, grabbing them by the collar. Despite their efforts, Hero can’t convince themself that Villain’s feelings for Civilian are disingenuous. “I hate you,” they spit. “I hate that you’re here and Civilian’s gone. I hate that you’ve left me alive to deal with all this grief.”

They drop their hold on Villain and step away. “I hate how I wish it was me instead of Civilian, and not you.” Tears sting Hero’s eyes at the admission. Shame is a twisted thing. Love can hide behind it, disguise itself as such.

Villain scrambles, struggling to stand. They find their footing, brushing off shards of glass. They sway as they step forward, collapsing into Hero as soon as they’re within reach. Hero catches them.

They whisper, “I hate how we wasted so much time.” They’re crying. “Civilian wanted better for us, but we didn’t.”

Regret is the worst agony in grief. Hero knows they will never surface from it. Neither will Villain. They’re trapped in it, just as they’ve always been trapped in each other’s orbit.

Villain reaches for Hero’s face, cupping it with an injured hand. They drag a red finger across their lips. Hero holds Villain as they cry and bleed. Hero holds them as they kiss. It’s slow and sad. It’s full of a longing that will never be fulfilled. It contains emotions bursting to the surface and a truth finally acknowledged.

They part for a moment and Villain weakly pushes Hero onto the floor by the fallen couch. They wince as a few stray pieces of glass puncture their skin, but it’s forgotten as soon as Villain climbs on top of them and begins pressing kisses down their neck.

“Hero,” they whine.

This is the disruption Hero craved. Kissing their enemy in the wreckage of their mutual dead lover’s home. It’s deranged and it’s perfect for them.

“Hero,” Villain mutters in their ear. Hero fingers the buttons of Villain’s shirt. “Civilian.”

They freeze upon hearing the name. Villain just called them by Civilian’s name. It brings tears to their eyes. Desire courses through them.

“Say it again,” they demand.

Villain obeys. “Civilian.” Their name pounds in Hero’s ears as they listen to Villain chant it. “Civilian, Civilian, Civilian.” It’s the motivation Hero needs to rip Villain out of their clothes.

It’s poisonous. Polar extremes of grief and pleasure flood Hero’s mind until all three of them—Hero, Villain, and Civilian—warp together.

Hero can’t help but echo it back. “Civilian,” they say.

It makes Villain gasp. Their lips clash together. They choke on each other’s blood and tears and pretend it’s Civilian there with them.

Hero’s hands explore their skin. It’s the first time they’ve done this, but it’s something so inevitable it feels like it’s already happened. Villain feels so familiar. Hero focuses on the cacophony of ‘Civilian’s coming from both of them until they reach their climax.

Villain is breathless afterwords. “Hero,” they plead. Eyes closed, Hero feels Villain’s tears drip onto their face. “You’re all I have.” A kiss. “I need you.”

How terrible it is to find bravery in grief. It’s easy for Hero to say, “I need you, too. I love you. I have for a long time.”

They kiss, and Hero is filled with regret, because they will never be able to embrace like this without feeling Civilian’s absence. “I love you,” Villain mumbles.

They lie there well into the night. Villain falls asleep on Hero’s chest. Hero wonders if anyone would find them if they stayed like this, rotting away in Civilian’s apartment. They think it’d be a fitting tomb.

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[trope-appreciation-tuesdays]

you are very very lucky today im watching the most wonderful whump with my favorite actor and my favorite whump trope all wrapped into one neat little package and im giving you my live reactions!!!!

okay so get this, whumpee is a serial killer. he stabs people to death and he enjoys it and he has no remorse at all. and there exists a machine that can give murderers a taste of their own medicine. this machine will give the user an intense full body experience of reliving the torture they gave to others, but in the victim's pov.

now, whumpee got caught. he thought the punishment would be just like a video game and the pain wont be intense. but oh wow was he wrong. the first session he screamed and begged at the hallucination of himself, to no avail as he crumpled to the floor and acutely felt the burning pain in his stomach the blood spilling out of him and staining his hands. in the real world, his body is thrashing on the table, trying to fight against the restraints until he passed out.

ANYWAY DID I MENTION HE'S A SERIAL KILLER? so yeah, he had to re-do this process several times. Reliving the fear, the panic, the futile escape attempt, the painful restraint, gurgling on his own blood, and death. He 'dies' several fucking times.

The way he becomes so uncertain, wildly different than his villanous cocky persona, with his legs shaking as they dragged him to the second near death session is priceless! he just... broke. after the second one he begged and plead that he's sorry. Unfortunately, he killed more than two 😋 so im curious where this is going

Holy cow! What are you watching??

[whump-pinkie]

Whumpees begging for a different torture then the one currently being used on them is, great!

like "no not that, get away! Anything else but that!" As its cut into their skin, they hate the other tortures as well, BUT this one they hate just so much more that they'd want something else entirely!

Like for non human whumpees or half human ones like were-humans or whatever those ones that have little features of the creature its based on, on their bodies are called. They are threaten with removable or damaged to it if they don't listen and comply to whumper without a fight or struggle. Then are left alone with the pain everywhere else on their body after the torture, the one they begged not to be used on them or a different one entirely.

Then they mess up and the whumper ends up using a even worse torture then what they threatening them with before, but both are awful; (the threat to the features, burning them, cutting them, skinning or removing them, ect) that list could go on!

They end up giving in half way just so it'd stop, they even try to not make a sound or be loud. Anything just to stop it but it doesn't till its over.

for skinning the whumpee, they show off the pieces of flesh that was removed with the non-human features/parts of it to the whumpee saying that if they don't do it right this'll happen again to them.

Their feature if its still attached to them or the area where it was is more sensitive when touched or hit now, so the whumper ends up hitting it as punishment when they do something wrong, it ends up getting them to push harder when doing orders and it works.

They can force whumpee to use the same torture on another nonhuman whumpee and watch as the other breaks down as everything is destroyed.

Another is something similar with a villian or hero threatening that same torture, after or prior to other torture done before. The character trying to be brave and not show that its bothering them but when rescued by the other heros or villans, specifically after the whumper character isn't at the place they end up crying and breaking down about what happened when the others asked what happened to them or why everything on their body was torn. (non-human)

if the other comes back and finds their gone they send another one to go search for them that was also under that torture before breaking, they end up telling the group when their what happened and it backfires on the whumper entirely.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Oh boy there's more!!

*slurp*

Good soup, I love classic hero x villain whump

Gotcha!!? Part:2

" Aaaahhhhhhh" Hero groans. Their head feels like it's being hammered. They try to open their eyes but it's difficult. It feels so heavy. One of the henchmen splashes ice cold water on hero's face forcing his eyes open . Everything is blurry "where am I?" hero thinks to himself. "You took your time. Good morning sleepy head". Hero knows that voice!! That's... Thats VILLAN. The memories of the attack on villain's lair rush back to them. Hero musters all the energy inside them and shakes the crash of whatever drug they had inhaled. Hero's vision starts to clear. They're still in the same room tied to a chair with their hands behind the chair. "Just as I hoped" hero thinks to himself. They look around and there they are. Caretaker. Standing in the corner eyes down sobbing. Caretaker was the only person who knew about hero's plan of attack and they betrayed hero? No. Impossible. Caretaker had been hero's life saver so many times. Throughout all their fights caretaker had always been by there side. They would never.

Finally caretaker speaks " I'm so sorry hero. They took my family. I had no choice. I had to tell villain everything or they'd torture and kill my entire family." It all makes sense to hero now. Caretaker would die before betraying hero but they're family.... Hero looks around the room. There's a big closet on one side and a table on the other. There's a soft board with pictures of hero and caretaker and notes written by villain about them. "I had to do my research you know. To be able to pull this off." Villan says, proud of himself. "Are they safe now. Caretaker's family. You have me, you have what you want. Let them go" hero says with a firm voice without a drop of fear. "That's gonna change soon he's going to be completely broken and terrified by the time I'm done with him" or atleast that's what villan thinks. "Brave aren't you hero. Caring about the person's family who got you into this mess more than yourself. Fine". Villan gestured to the 2 guards standing at the door and they exited the room. Villan locked the door from inside.

"Now, let's have some fun. Shall we." villan walks over to the closet and opens it. He takes out a pair of brass knuckles and puts them on. "NO. You said you'll only use the information to escape hero" caretaker says exasperated and surprised their voice full of pain and guilt. They got hero into this and now hero was going to pay the price. "Well I lied. It's kind of what we do you know" Villain said smugly. Hero could see the emotions on caretaker's face the guilt in his eyes, the tears rolling. They were both helpless and caretaker were blaming what they did for the situation hero was in. "It's ok caretaker. I'll be fine." Villan, smirking walks up to hero and WHAM punches them in the gut. Hero doesn't flinch. Villan smiles wider. They want to see hero in pain, begging for mercy but it shouldn't be too easy. Caretaker is already broken their sobs have become loud cries and he begs villan to stop but they ignore. They punch hero again in the ribs and there's an audible cracking sound. Hero's rib has broken. Still they don't flinch. Not a hint of emotion. Just looking villan dead in the eye. Again and again villan punches hero for several minutes non stop. Their nose is completely out of shape bleeding. They have bruises all over their torso, multiple ribs broken, cheek bone fractured as well. Still nothing. Caretaker who couldn't watch has their back turned and are wailing in guilt. Hero still unmoved looks at them "it's ok. I'm fine." Now he looks at villan with a burning fire in his eyes and repeats "I AM FINE" . If looks could kill hero was the grim reaper in that moment. Villan was both taken a back by hero's bravery and frustrated by their resilience. They hoped hero would be defeated by now but they were completely unmoved. Villan took of the brass knuckles that were now covered in hero's blood and walked over to the table this time. "I have somthing special for you" they said with the most evil smirk on his face. They opened the last drawer on the table and pulled out a bone saw. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this but I prepared for the worst". Suddenly there's a grin on hero's face?.... To be continued.

www.tumblr.com/electrons2006/753007656105656320/gotcha?source=share. <- Part 1

@laurenhufflepuff2

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Prompt:

Whumpee stumbled through the rain, his clothes were soaked through with it to the point it was impossible to tell where the rain ended and the blood started. It was all just cold, and numb. They didn't really know where they were going, they just knew they had to go, they had to run.

They weren't in touch with themself enough to notice they were half collapsed on antihero/villian's doorstep. They made some sound against the door, then waited, and tried not to pass out. Their brain was clearing from whatever whumper had drugged them with, they were starting to realize just who lived here. But just as they were starting to back off, nearly going down in another puddle the door opened.

Antihero/villian looked mildly amused. Hero/whumpee, soaked and shivering. "Well well, look what fate's discarded on my doorstep. Your sorry ass. What do you want?"

Whumpee felt one of their legs give. It was so cold they couldn't feel the pain from the break they were certain they had endured. They couldn’t make it anywhere else. "I... I need help."

The way hero/whumpee spoke sounded different, something wasn't right. They were usually so cocky, so ready to fight. This could not be the same person. Quiet, desperate, terrified. Anithero/villan started to notice the blood, and the way their leg bowed wrong. They felt the carefully antagonistic glare melt from their eyes, "Come on."

[whump-in-progress]

WHUMP DICTIONARY

Terminology:

Whump - The act of hurting a character physically or emotionally. Can also apply to the process of recovery.

Whumpee - The character(s) who recieves the brunt of the hurt (and sometimes comfort). Think Catra in Save The Cat from She-Ra (2018). Also sometimes called a Woobie.

Whumper - The character(s) who inflict the pain onto the others. Think Horde Prime in Save The Cat from She-Ra (2018).

Caretaker - The character(s) who take care of the whumpee after they are hurt, often providing the comfort. Think Adora in Save The Cat from She-Ra (2018).

Noncon - Non consensual. Often applies to sexual assault but can also apply to touch, drugging, or anything that the whumpee didn't agree to.

Whumperflies - The physical reaction one gets to a satisfying whump story. It presents uniquely from person to person, e.g. a diaphragm ache or a full-body tingly/euphoric sensation.

Subgenres:

Pet Whump - When the whumpee is psychologically conditioned (often using violence) into believing that they are a pet.

The BBU - The Box Boy/Babe Universe. A subset of pet whump where the conditioning of whumpees is a formalized, corporate process.

Sickfic/Sick Whump - When the whumpee has a physical illness, like a flu or a migraine.

Emotional Whump - Pain with a psychological focus.

Fantasy Whump - When the story takes place in a non-realistic setting, sometimes featuring nonhuman characters, including (but not limited to) vampires, demons, and faeries.

Lady Whump - When some or all of the characters are female (because male is generally the default).

Team Whump - When the whumpee(s) and caretaker(s) are all part of the same pre-established friend group or organization.

Medwhump/Medical Whump- When the story takes place in a hospital, or other clinical, professional setting. Often associated with lab whump.

Lab Whump - Similar to medwhump, the difference being that the whumpee in this is being used for unethical experimentation.

Hero/Villan Whump - In which the characters are vigilantes or criminals of some variety.

Let me know if I should add something!