#whump electrocution

[whumpberry-cookie]

(SY & SQH synchronised:) "Wė.ẅilL.ɓe.ŋiçe. Ŵe.wænt.ťø.satisfy.ýøu."

(LQ:) "What... the actual fuck got over them?"

(YQY:) "I don't sense an evil qi."

Binghe realises it's not the real Shizun when he suddenly has no trouble communicating his feelings and affection :')

So Binghe gets in SY's dream realm to search for his conciousness. Just to find it corrupted by strange wires and bolts there (electricity).

But obviously the system favours LBH, so it tries to keep LBH there. (Imagine the wires painfully wrapping around LBH. Or maybe even making their way down his throat and nose and he can't breathe- WHO SAID THAT? NOT ME) But then SY's conciousness is appearing again from the slumber and going feral, cuting and ripping off the wires, because LBH's in danger.

Well look at that, self-sacrifice and continous electrocution for him!

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Febuwhump 2k25 - Day 4 - Hivemind

the System is taking over

[whumpster-dumpster]

Electrocute your whumpees, please and thank you 🙏

[whumpypepsigal]

Whumptober 2023 | No. 8

Outnumbered

Titans s04e07: “There, there, now. Take it easy, old Teddy.”

+bonus:

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

[clickerflight]

Jasper

Jasper from @fleur-a-whump's story here.

I adore villain whumpees. Especially when they were trying to change and were met with hostility!

Other Whump art list

[how-much-for-a-whump]

Teşkilat 114. Bölüm

Prompt: "Captivity"

source

[just-a-scratch-man]

Angels of Death 01 x 04

Isaac gets electrocuted

+Bonus Isaac screaming in pain

[whump-mania]

(Loosely inspired by THAT scene in 1984)

(tw: forced love/relationship (nothing explicit), electrocution torture, brainwashing, cursing)

Whumpee gripped the sides of the chair that their arms and legs were bound to. They stared blankly forward, ignoring Whumper’s fingers combing through their hair.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions, Whumpee,” Whumper said softly. “You know well what happens if you answer incorrectly.”

Whumpee sat still and waited. They hated Whumper more than anything. They wouldn’t show their fear.

“Do you love me?”

Whumper took a slow breath, closing their eyes. They braced for pain. “No.”

It came immediately. The electricity coursed through their body, making them tense and writhe as much as the chair allowed them. The pain stopped as quickly as it started, and Whumpee slumped in their restraints, whimpering.

“Incorrect. Let me ask again.” Whumper’s tone was dangerous. “Do you love me?”

“No.”

Pain. Searing hot pain, and for longer this time.

“Do you love me?”

“No!”

Again.

“Do you love me?”

“FUCK YOU!”

Again, and worse.

Eventually, around the tenth go, Whumpee couldn’t answer anymore. Whumper took a break and lifted their heavy head in their hand by the jaw.

“So stubborn. I thought I’d taught you better.” Whumper dropped Whumpee’s head. “You’ll learn.”

“Please,” Whumpee pleaded weakly. “Please, make it stop…” they whimpered. It was too much. They couldn’t put up the act anymore.

Whumper chuckled and kissed Whumpee on the cheek. “I will, baby…when you answer me the way you need to.”

Whumper walked behind them again. “Whumpee. Do you love me?”

“Y-Yes,” Whumpee choked out. Anything for it to be over. Anything for this all to—

Pain.

Whumpee wailed and twitched when it was over. They hadn’t been ready that time.

“I—I said yes!”

“But you’re still lying, love,” Whumper said darkly. “You don’t even believe the words you’re saying.”

“But I do!” Whumpee yelled desperately, the panic clear in their eyes. “I love you, I—”

Pain, screaming, nothing.

“Liar.”

Pain, screaming, nothing.

“You love me.”

Again.

“You are obsessed with me.”

Again.

“You are so deeply in love with me that no one else matters to you.”

Whumpee couldn’t scream anymore. Their brain couldn’t catch up with the pain. Whumper walked back around and lifted Whumpee’s head again. Whumpee was unconscious.

Whumper sighed deeply and undid the restraints to the chair. “We’ll try again tomorrow,” they said as they carried Whumpee off to bed.

[whump-queen]

Shockwave

Tags: shocking, electrocution, defiant whumpee, captivity.

Pt 1 of a crossover story by me and @paingoes!! Delta from their series Destroyer gets some new whumpers <3

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“If you’re expecting gratitude, you won’t get it.”

Delta didn’t look at her when he spoke. He tried not to look at any of them since he’d woken up here—chained to the floor of this unfamiliar ship.

Amira stood over him, arms folded, gaze razor-sharp. She watched him carefully, studying for any flicker of resistance, every muscle that tensed at her words.

"You understand your purpose here, then, do you not?" Her voice was smooth, unwavering.

Delta held his silence, ignoring the rising burn in his knees. He wondered how long it’d been since he’d moved them. They’d kept him on his knees since he’d arrived. Wrists locked behind his back. A small length of chain kept him tethered to the floor.

"You were a weapon of Empire because you possess a certain power. We now possess you,” she paused, as if to let the obvious sink in. “Therefore the power belongs to us."

She tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing as if waiting for him to argue.

He deflated. It wasn’t like he actually expected anything different. Of course, in the event of his capture, they would want him for his powers.

"This part isn’t up for discussion." A beat of silence. A pause just long enough to let the weight of it settle.

"But you can choose to make it as easy or as difficult as you’d like."

Of course he would have no say in it. It was the same spiel with each new owner — or with each who aimed to be.

He’d been briefed on this possibility already. He knew what he was meant to say. But that was all just theory. Now, in the moment, refusal seemed like the worst thing he could do.

He thought of Empire, were they ever to find him. Would he ever be able to defend himself?

He imagined himself whipped bloody, if not rendered limb from limb. Brain in a jar. Decommissioned. He knew where his loyalties lay, the steps they took to ensure them.

“…You’re not authorized for use,” he said slowly. “I apologize. I won’t be able to.”

“I expected as much.” Amira stepped closer, eyeing him sharply. “But let’s not delude ourselves—’no’ was never on the table.”

Her hand rose, fingers catching Delta’s chin, lifting his face. It wasn’t gentle, but it didn’t hurt. Not yet.

“I’m sure you’ve had plenty of practice reciting that little line at Empire Elementary,” she said. Her voice darkened, “But their rules don’t apply to you anymore.”

She tightened her grip, fingers pressing just enough to remind him who was in control. “Your powers belong to us now. To me. You’ll do well to remember that.”

Empire Elementary.

If she had known half the shit he went through at Beldam, the things that went on at that school—

He pushed it back down. Now wasn’t the time.

The touch didn’t faze him. Truthfully, he almost leaned into it. He expected this too—the reminder of his place, who was really in charge.

That was fine. He would follow her orders to the letter, do everything she asked of him.

But the powers were a no-go.

“I’m property of the Empire…sir.” He added the last honorific out of caution, as an afterthought. “I am accountable to their laws. My choice has nothing to do with it.”

I couldn’t help you if I wanted to.

Amira released his jaw, and her tone fell with it, dipping ever further, into something even colder.

“I could let you rot in here, if you want. But remember, if Empire ever does find you, they’ll put you right back in that little cage you love so much.”

Her hand hovered for a beat longer, as if debating whether to grab him again.

“Or worse, they’ll kill you, if I leave nothing for them to use.”

She let the threat hang in the air. Her hand lowered to his neck, fingers tracing at the edge of the dampener collar he still wore.

“That insignia doesn’t suit you. Let’s fix that.”

He stayed quiet. If Empire did find him, he’d have done exactly as they asked. The threat of returning to his cage meant very little as she leveraged the new one over him. What difference did it make?

He’d thought the rebellion might be different, in some way. It was a naive hope. He knew exactly what he was to her. As her hands traced the collar, he got all the confirmation he needed.

“…As you wish,” he confirmed.

She turned away without a word, moving toward the wall where tools hung in their precise places. Delta couldn’t see what she reached for—not at first. But then she turned back, and he saw it.

Bolt cutters.

Very large bolt cutters.

She crossed the room again, gripping the thing easily in one hand, as if it were weightless.

And then she came for his neck.

Or rather, the tongs of that thing did. Metal jaws opening, teeth snapping too close to his face before clamping down on the band around his throat.

Delta held still. The shears were gnarly-looking and the look in her eyes was no better. He didn’t need to play with her while she had it at his throat. In fact, he craned his neck slightly, trying to give her an easy angle.

He realized, a bit belatedly, that she meant to do it right now.

Was she actually just going to—

With a small, ringing clank, the metal snapped apart.

Immediately, the lightning poured out. It was enough to blind him, more than enough to make him seize. It went off, off with no warning, and all the world snapped into a razor-sharp focus.

Delta keeled. It was an indignity, one he’d fought so hard to spare himself from, but his body was not his own right now. There was an awful, alien energy to it.

The spasm repeated itself incessantly. It wasn’t supposed to be this bad. It was never supposed to be this bad, but when was the last time he’d had the collar off?

He never could have been ready. There was too much information around him to process—each nail in the wall, each arc of the craft’s trajectory, each link in the chain.

There was a different body, not too far from him, collapsed to the floor. The shock had come for her too.

What had she done?

Amira’s breath came in sharp, shallow bursts as she reached for the replacement collar, fingers trembling from the residual shock. Sparks still flickered across Delta’s body, the air thick with the scent of burnt ozone. Every instinct screamed at her to back off—to let the storm pass—but there wasn’t time.

She crawled toward him, ignoring the heat radiating from his skin, and forced her fingers around the edges of the collar.

The crackling energy bit at her hands, jolts stabbing up her arms with every twitch of his body. She grit her teeth, steadying her grip. No hesitation. Not now.

The new collar snapped shut with a click.

For one agonizing second, nothing happened. Then the crackling died, the blue arcs dimming into silence. The energy ebbed, and Delta ceased to move.

Amira exhaled hard, her hands still clenched around the metal. For a terrifying moment, she wasn’t sure which of them held the reins.

The moment ended nearly as quickly as it’d begun, with no point in between in which he could fully recover, or even wrest back control. His body ached as savagely as if he’d been beaten.

Delta was keenly aware of Amira’s movements behind him — was unable to not see it, unable to not see everything.

He coughed terribly as sensation returned to him, gasping for air. He’d hurt her, he realized with a dawning horror. He’d hurt her, in what he knew was an execution-worthy offense.

Amira knelt, breath ragged, her head dropping forward as she unclenched her fingers from the collar. Her hands ached, still crackling with the last traces of his power.

She stared at the crumpled body before her, chest heaving, struggling to process what she had just unleashed.

She thought she knew what he was capable of. She thought. But she had no idea it was this.

Could anyone truly control a being like this? Could she?

A whisper of fear clawed at her throat, cold and sharp. But something else rose to meet it—a heat in her chest, fierce and undeniable.

Not fear.

Anticipation.

To hold this power in her hands. To twist it, bend it, make it hers.

Her pulse quickened—adrenaline snapped through her like a live wire.

She had ended it. She had locked her collar around his neck. And she had ended it.

She felt her lips curl at the corners.

He belongs to me now.

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There is more written!! I can actually promise that!!

General taglist: (I’ll tag general this time cuz it’s the first part of this but might just have a separate taglist from here!)

@whumpsday @a-whump-sideblog @whump-it-like-its-hot @wolfeyedwitch

  @unorganisedalienrubbish  @hidden-dreamland @whumpedydump @lonesome--hunter

@ashh-ed @whump-in-the-closet @whumpasaurus101 @morning-star-whump @whmp

@spooky-scary-vampires @veyroswin @painsandconfusion @skittles-the-whumpee @demondamage

@electrons2006 @long-past-eventide

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 9

Obsession - Broken Window - Bruises - "Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble" (Fall Out Boy, Irresistible.)

Whumpee slightly opened their bedroom door and listened for any movements.

"I don't hear anything", Whumpee whispered to themself before opening the door farther and quietly stepping out into the hall.

They inched ever so cautiously down the hall until they stood in front of the door. The door that led to their freedom. Their exit from this maniac.

They took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob.

They screamed as an electric current coursed through their body.

Their stiffened body fell to the floor once the current was turned off.

"Yhmm, hmm, hm", Whumpee heard the deranged maniac hum.

They peeped an eye up. Their body shaking from the after shocks.

"Tsk, tsk", the person knelt down beside Whumpee, "whatever should I do with you. You're supposed to be asleep."

"You.... you... elec... electrified... th.. the... hmm", Whumpee fought for every breath.

"Of course I did", they reached down and pet Whumpee's head, "I allowed you a bit of freedom, but I didn't fully trust you. I guess my hunch was right when I decided to do this", they pulled Whumpee's head up to look at their face, "I suppose you ruined my trust. We have to go back to the shackles."

"Whumper please..."

"What did you call me?", Whumper threatened to slap Whumpee across the cheek.

"Ma-Master", Whumpee looked down, "I-I'm sorry, I was just wanting to smell the flowers outside. I didn't want to bother you for such a measly request."

"Right. So what is rule number five? I don't believe you, but what rule would have broken had you truly been going outside?", Whumper rubbed circles along Whumpee's cheek, "hmm."

"I'm not to go outside", Whumpee whispered, "without you."

"Yes. Plus we just picked flowers. They're in the vase on the table. I would have been very happy to catch you smelling the flowers. Though you should be asleep", Whumper scolded lightly, "shall we go smell them."

Whumpee weakly nodded, they hated the flowers. The only time they were allowed outside was when Whumper wanted to look over the garden or work in the garden. Whumpee had to be attached to a chain connected to the house when they were out like that.

Whumpee followed Whumper's lead and leaned into the flowers on the table.

They did smell good, Whumpee did have to admit, but not as good as freedom would smell.

"Let's get you back to bed" Whumper looked up at them after a few minutes.

"I'm not really tired", Whumpee looked down at the floor.

"Well, unfortunately, you have a bedtime that can not be ignored. You get cranky when you don't get enough sleep", Whumper sighed, "I'm not dealing with a cranky Whumpee."

"Master, you just sent an electrical current through my body, and you want me to sleep after that? My body is still shaking from that charge", Whumpee hissed.

"Watch your attitude, and I didn't send anything through your body. That wouldn't have happened had you been asleep like you were supposed to be. Or at least not trying to leave", Whumper sighed, "I suppose you won't fall asleep now. At least not without a little help."

Whumpee turned and tried to run, but Whumper already had a death grip on their wrist and was pulling them in for a hug.

"Stop fighting me", Whumper warned, "just give in. It's a lot less painful for you."

"Please. I was out for three days from the last time you drugged me", Whumpee pleaded, "I don't want to be unconscious around you for that long."

"I will take care of you, don't worry about that", Whumper spoke in a creepy voice, "you're my sweet toy."

"Let me go, you creep", Whumpee yelled as they fought.

"Oh stop it.... STOP IT", Whumper let go and let Whumpee fall to the floor.

Whumpee gasped for the air that was knocked out of them.

"You know better than to fight me", Whumper reached down and grabbed Whumpee's ankles and started to drag them toward their bedroom.

"No", Whumpee huffed, "please."

"You know I love you, and I know what's best for you", Whumper grunted.

"No you don't", Whumpee cried out, "you kidnapped me. You are holding me captive."

Whumper continued to drag Whumpee, "you'll spend the night shackled to the wall. Just to keep you out of trouble."

Whumpee was restrained in a set of shackles that Whumper had welded into the brick wall of their bedroom.

Whumper came in carrying a cup, "here, drink this."

"I don't want to. Please let me have some sort of dignity", Whumpee looked at the cup.

"It's not laced. I know you get thirsty when you're upset", Whumper held the cup closer, "I'll give you the sleep medicine in a few minutes to help you relax. I didn't mean to make you so upset."

Whumpee nodded before leaning forward to the cup.

Whumper held a napkin under Whumpee's chin to catch any stray water.

"I do love you", Whumper repeated as they stood, "I know you don't like that fact, but you are mine. You can hate me all you want, that's fine, but I'm obsessed with you. That will never change."

"I just... I just wish you would give me a little bit more freedom. I know I messed up tonight, but I just don't want to be inside all of the time", Whumpee sighed.

"You go outside with me all of the time", Whumper frowned.

"Only to the limit of my chain. I want to go out out. Like shopping or just for a drive", Whumpee looked down at the floor.

"You'll draw attention to us. I don't trust you like that. Not yet, at least", Whumper sighed.

Whumper came back with the medicine.

"I don't want that. Please. I'll try hard to go to sleep", Whumpee looked up at Whumper with soulful eyes.

Whumper made a judgemental glare, "and you're expecting me to trust you."

"Please.. I-I don't won't the medicine", Whumpee whispered.

"To bad, I don't want you to be awake anymore", Whumper knelt down, "you can take the medicine nicely, or I'll pry your mouth open."

Whumpee set their lips tightly and looked up at Whumper defiantly.

"You're a real piece of work tonight", Whumper got up and left the room.

Whumpee already knew they wouldn't win. Whumper would get the medicine in them one way or another. They were not about to make Whumper's life any easier though.

Whumper came in carrying an o-ring gag.

Whumpee lowered their head, and became as rigid as they could.

"You're being ridiculous", Whumper knelt down and again. The gag in one hand. The other hand now empty, "I'm giving you a stronger dose because of your behavior. You could have just had a benadryl, but no."

Whumpee still kept themself as tight as possible.

Whumper reached up and pinched Whumpee's nose closed. Their fingers squeezed tightly to close the nostrils.

After a few moments, Whumpee began to shake their head and body to get Whumper to let go of them. They kicked and struggled against Whumper.

Whumper only watched. A bored expression lined their face.

"All of this because you couldn't stay in bed. You literally could be in your warm bed right now", Whumper pointed out.

Whumpee gasped loudly.

Whumper quickly held Whumpee's mouth open and forced the ring in between Whumpee's teeth. Whumpee was then forcibly pulled down, so Whumper could buckle it.

"Ow", Whumpee complained.

"Could have been avoided had you behaved", Whumper sighed.

Whumper left again and this time came back with the medicine.

Whumpee continued to fight against the restraints.

"You're acting like a rabid animal", Whumper looked down at them with a sad expression, "let's have you settle down."

Whumpee's head was pulled back, and Whumpers dropped one pill into the back of Whumpee's throat, then a small bit of water.

Whumpee head was lowered slightly so they would swallow.

Whumpee struggled for a moment before the medicine went down.

They fought their head out of Whumper's hand and leaned forward to choke.

"You can take the second one like a normal person if you want. You know, since you were talking about dignity earlier", Whumper held up the pill.

Whumpee stared angrily up at Whumper. A stream of drool pooled down their opened mouth.

"Yuck", Whumper reached for a tissue and wiped Whumpee's face, "I suppose you're choosing the hard way."

Whumper sighed as they pulled Whumpee's head back, "always the difficult one", they followed the same method: pill, water.

Whumpee leaned up and choked again.

"Annoying", Whumper unbuckled the gag and started to remove the it,"always have to choose the difficult way."

"I hate you.... I HATE YOU", Whumpee yelled.

"That's fine, but I will always love you", Whumper chuckled.

Whumper came in and checked on Whumpee.

Whumpee was still somewhat awake, but their eyes were glossed over. Drool dripped from their lips. Tears stained their cheeks.

Whumpee looked up when they saw Whumper come in front of them.

"Hu", Whumpee whined, "huuuu... gg... peas-hmmm?"

"Yes, you can have a hug", Whumper reached for the keys and unshackled Whumpee's arms.

They picked Whumpee up and carried them to bed.

Whumper held Whumpee close in a hug until their heavy eyed finally closed.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, maybe one day you will get use to this. Then I won't have to drug you", Whumper sighed as they brushed some hair out of Whumpee's face, "until then we will deal with your tantrums, and I will give you all of the hugs you want. That's my dream at least."

Whumper laid Whumpee in their bed and covered them up.

"You'll be unconscious for a few days again, so I'll have to remember keep a close eye on you to make sure you are okay", Whumper leaned in to move away some hair from Whumpee's face again, "you are my sweet Whumpee. You think I like hurting you?"

Whumper watched for a few more minutes before deciding to go to bed themself.

Nothing else to do since Whumpee was unconscious now. They were less fun to play with like this.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

@villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived

@sacredwrath @porschethemermaid

@monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz

@bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13

@notpeppermint @cyborg0109

@idontreallyexistyet @painfulplots

@whumpbump @everythingsscary

@skittles-the-whumpee @expressionless-fr

@theforeverdyingperson @legendarydelusiongoatee

@candleshopmenace @whumpanthems

@lavndvrr @ivymyers

@starfields08000 @a-living-canvas

@lumpofsand @watermeezer

@indigoviolet311 @whumpy-mountains

@3-2-whump @risk606

@electrons2006 @paperprinxe

@whumprince @kaz-of-crows

@mis-graves @decaffeinatedtimetraveler94

@sausages-things @ragin-cajun-fangirl

@isikedmyself878 @daffyduckcommittedtaxfraud

@valravnthefrenchie @glennemerald

@jasperthecapser @does-directions

@deafeninglittlecrown @jumpywhumpywriter

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"A baton as your new weapon of choice?" Whumpee watched as Whumper spun the rod in his hands, and shrugged. Not like he could best them in a fight with that. "Fine by me." They snapped to action when the baton swung full force towards their face and swiftly caught it in one hand. "Easy to block anyway," they sneered.

"That's what I thought, too," Whumper acknowledged, putting more weight on the baton as if trying to brute force Whumpee down. "Which is why--"

A sudden cry rose up. Whumpee's eyes went wide. They shook violently, pain shooting from their hand all the way down, and their muscles all tensed, unable to release their grip on the baton. Then everything released and they slumped to their knees at Whumper's feet, who brought up the baton again.

"Which is why I went for the electric one."

[fleur-a-whump]

Overloaded (#4)

Rocky Reunions Pt. 1

Surprise! This shit went FAST.

Guys I’m so excited. Caretaker has joined the chat! Fair warning, our caretaker cusses like a sailor (aka I’m indulging my fondness for the word fuck)

CW: physical violence, electrocution, shock collar, hero whumper, ex-villain whumpee, veiled threats

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Kai was idling in the hall, absolutely dreading the impending meeting. He knew it was important; knew the reasoning behind regular Hero League briefings. But they were just so boring.

He had sent his team ahead of him into the massive semi-circle auditorium that was currently filling to the brim with just about every hero in the League. If he already wasn’t looking forward to spending the whole meeting sitting still, he definitely didn’t feel like going in early and suffering small talk with teams he didn’t know.

He was planning to pace the hall just outside one of the main entrances until the meeting started, but the weird looks he’s getting combined with the cacophony of chattering heroes spilling out quickly becomes too much. He wanders deeper into the maze of hallways as he tries not to think about what the meeting will be about. He’s sure it will either stress him out or piss him off. Or both. That’s happened before.

There was a bathroom down this hallway. Figures he’d make his way to water. He lets his core pull him even closer, feeling the water flow all around him through the pipes. Kai turns the sink’s faucet just long enough to manipulate some water flow through the air. He sends it flying back and forth between and around his hands, playing with it like a fidget toy. The water flattens down to a thin disk between his hands before he pops it up to spin on the tip of his finger. It was his newest trick he’d been working on.

Kai is suddenly startled by a rough groan and a shaky, quiet voice exhaling a curse. The precarious disk splashes down over his hand as he loses his concentration. He shakes it off as he peeks down the bathroom corridor. The stalls are all open, but he can make out someone kneeling in the last one.

He sighs as he moves towards it, knowing he’ll probably regret it. He knocks lightly as he edges his way in.

“You good, man?” he calls.

The man kneeling in front of the toilet nods and takes a breath, only to lurch forward, dry heaving. He shudders violently in his crouched position, swaying.

Kai is behind him in a moment, steadying him by one shoulder. He stands there sort of awkwardly while he makes sure the dude isn’t about to crack his skull on the tile.

“Is, uh, is there anyone I could get to help you maybe?” he asks, equal parts concerned and uncomfortable.

It seems like the man hesitates before shaking his head. He spits into the toilet one last time before slowly, shakily rising to his feet. Kai backs off to give him space. He wipes his mouth and flushes the toilet before turning towards Kai.

Time seems to slow as the man turns towards him. Kai’s eyes narrow as he meets unmistakeable bright blue eyes and curly brown hair, mussed and sweaty but recognizable. Despite not wearing his typical gas mask-like villain disguise, Kai’s all but sure he’s looking at a notorious villain.

“Tinker?”

Tinker stiffens just slightly, enough to confirm Kai’s suspicions.

He lunges.

Two pipes on either side of the villain suddenly burst at the pull of the superhero’s powers. Water rushes fast and unforgiving, slamming into the villain’s chest with sufficient force to throw him into the tiled wall. Kai directs the water to pin and encase his charged hands for good measure. He lets out a strangled groan at the pain of being thrown into the wall and gasps to catch his breath.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Kai growls.

He lets out a breathy chuckle as he adapts to the situation, scrutinizing Kai for a moment. “Nalu! I missed you, man. Didn’t you miss me?” the villain jokes with a playful grin, only a slight strain to his words hinting at the immense pressure of water on his chest.

“I'm not fucking playing around, Tinker,” he snaps. “Look around. We're in a bathroom. I could drown you without even trying.” His powers pull at the water just beyond his fingertips, ratting the pipes and fixtures for good measure.

Tinker's grin melts off his face, just fast enough that Kai knows it was a front. “Look man, I'm supposed to be here. I promise, just ask Miguel Toro, ask Shadow.”

“How the fuck do you know that name?”

“I—because, dude!” Tinker bursts, then immediately flinches slightly at his own outburst. Kai raises an eyebrow at him, and Tinker sighs with another little groan.

“I-I know him because, I told you, I’m supposed to be here. I’m on his team,” Tinker says in measured words, clearly trying to control his frustration.

Kai glares down at him, trying to read the kid. He was a few inches shorter than Kai and looked skinnier than he’d last seen him. Dark circles like bruises stained his under his eyes, making his already intense blue eyes stand out even more. He’s slightly green still—a subtle sheen of sweat across his forehead—from being sick. From this close, he could just make out the faint edge of a bruised jaw and cheek covered with makeup. The kid doesn’t look too hot. Weird.

Most importantly, though, Kai can’t see any sign the villain is lying. He is a villain and being a good liar is practically Villain 101, but Kai can’t imagine how he could possibly know Shadow’s real name besides him now, bizarrely, being with the Hero League.

He sighs, easing back on the water pressure. Tinker drags in a deep breath.

“What do you mean you’re supposed to be here?” Kai prods.

“I’m—the new villain reform initiative, I’m the guinea pig. I came to the Hero League; they—they’re giving me a chance,” the villain says quietly.

Kai scrutinizes him one more moment before sighing and pulling the water away from. The kid slumps against the wall when he’s released, breathing heavily. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Tinker was more hyperventilating with fear than anything else. But this is Psychosis’ protege; he’s one of the most notorious new villains in the city. He's bested Kai several times. There’s no way he’s that afraid.

Kai forces the water back into the pipes he burst, wincing slightly at the damage. Two very burst pipes and maybe a dozen destroyed tiles. Plus the holes in the wall. He might’ve gotten a little carried away again. He grabs the villain’s arm tightly, freezing the holes in the pipes shut and making a mental note to let his supervisor know. Mari was gonna kill him. Six pipes this month. He sighs and shakes his head.

“Come on, let’s go find Miguel,” Kai grinds out, frustrated that this was now his problem. He pulls the pliant villain out of the bathroom with a tight grip on his arm.

They make their way through the halls in tense silence, only occasionally interrupted by Kai’s huffing and annoyed grumbling as it takes longer and longer to find Miguel in the maze of hallways around the auditorium.

Kai is just about ready to start yelling again when he suddenly feels a sharp, painful jolt of electricity shoot up his arm. He swears loudly, dropping the villain’s arm as fast as he can. He’s about to burst some more pipes in preparation for a fight when he realizes Tinker has yelped in clear pain and completely collapsed to the ground. The kid’s muscles are so tense it looks painful as he twitches and groans on the floor.

What the fuck, Kai thinks.

He crouches next to the villain, who’s clearly in severe pain, not sure what to do. Since when did Tinker’s electricity hurt him? Kai’s seen him use his powers plenty of times before, and he’s never seen anything like this. Is this some kind of weird trap? He doesn’t touch the kid, not wanting to get shocked himself, but his hands hover over him, not sure what to do.

Eventually, it seems like the electricity that’s rendering the villain totally immobile subsides and he gasps, tears suddenly spilling over. He shakes and quivers through the aftershocks, gulping oxygen. His pain seems too genuine for this to be a trap.

He puts his hand on the kid’s arm and he flinches like he’s been burned. The kid whimpers in pain, eyes glazed over and not quite there. Kai realizes he’s mumbling something under his breath and leans closer. He can just barely make out what the kid is saying.

“I-I’ll be g-good, I’m sorry. I’m trying, p-please, I’m s-sorry,” he stutters.

Kai grabs his arms a little more firmly this time and doesn’t let go even when the villain flinches again. He shakes the trembling kid lightly, trying to get him to snap out of it.

“Tinker? Come on, man. What the hell is going on?”

Tinker’s eyes eventually clear. He blinks up at Kai—so openly vulnerable and confused and scared that it startles him. He’s not sure what to do with that, so he decides to focus on anchoring Tinker in the moment, clearing his throat.

“There you are. You good?”

Tinker gives him a hesitant and shaky nod that’s not really convincing. Kai watches as the kid blinks a few times and a clearly well-practiced mask slips into place, hiding the raw emotions he just witnessed. He struggles to push himself into a sitting position, and Kai helps him sit up.

“What the fuck was that?” Kai asks when he seems more lucid.

“Uh, it’s—well, it’s a warning. Miguel must be l-looking for me. I-I have to get back to him, like now,” he says, a little panicked.

He struggles to his feet before Kai can do anything to help. He has to stand quickly himself to steady the villain before he crashes to the floor again. His steps are clumsy and unsteady, but urgent as he looks around, trying to find his way back to Miguel.

Kai hurries after him, even more confused and alarmed now.

“Wait, what the fuck do you mean ‘a warning’? Was that not your powers?”

Tinker shakes his head, pulling the collar of his shirt to the side wordlessly to expose a thin metal ring around his neck. Like a collar.

“Again, and I cannot stress this enough, what the fuck?” Kai exclaims.

The villain shakes his head, dismissing Kai’s question, and suddenly lets out a very relieved sigh when he peaks around the corner.

“Miguel! I’m right here!”

Kai follows after the villain, now jogging towards Toro.

Miguel does not look happy. “Get the fuck over here, Jasper. Where the hell did you go?”

Jasper? Kai thinks. It’s strange to think of the villain as anything other than his villain moniker.

Jasper slows slightly, nerves returning to his shaking frame. “I-I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I was sick and, and then, uh,” he breaks off, looking back pleadingly at Kai for support.

Kai’s really not sure why he opens his mouth. But he does.

“Yeah, I, uh, held him up. That’s my bad.” It wasn’t technically a lie. He fixes his gaze on the team leader, “Um, he’s on your team, Miguel?” he asks.

“We’re keeping an eye on him.”

Kai could swear he sees Jasper deflate a little out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re getting ready to hear about it. Why don’t you head in to sit with your team, Kai? We’ve gotta go get Tinker here set up,” Miguel says, stiffly, grabbing Jasper’s arm tightly and starting to tug him away.

Jasper looks back at him once more, gratefulness and something else hard to read, something maybe like resigned fear, swirling in his eyes.

Kai watches the pair go, Miguel pulling Jasper close by the collar of his shirt as he drags him down the hall, whispering something sharp and terse in his ear. The villain tenses, stiff but yet still pliant in Miguel’s grip.

Kai sighs to himself.

What the fuck.

~~~

Grumpy caretaker is grumpy! Not sure when or how that happened because I really didn’t plan on him being grumpy he just kinda manifested that way lmao. He a little confused but he’ll get the spirit I promise. Elijah might have to bully him into it a little bit tho.

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[serickswrites]

Stay Awake

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, electrocution, forced to stay awake

"Remember, Whumpee," Whumper sneered down at Whumpee, "if you fall asleep, I will shock you into unconsciousness."

Whumpee whimpered. They were so exhausted. They could barely keep their eyes open. But as long as they stayed awake, the torture would stop. They had to stay awake.

"It's so easy, Whumpee. I won't hurt you as long as you keep those pretty eyes open."

Whumpee nodded. Talking took too much energy. They had long stopped trying to free themself from the cuffs on their wrists and ankles. They had long given up on trying to shout at Whumper and beg and plead. It took too much energy. They focused everything they had on staying awake.

"Ah, ah, ah," Whumper said raising the cattle prod, "no droopy eyelids. Or else I will shock you into oblivion."

Whumpee started to cry. They didn't even realize their eyes were starting to close. They had to keep their eyes open.

"Stay awake, Whumpee. Or else I will get to have all the fun I could ever possibly want with you."

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[whumpster-dumpster]

Thinking about whumpees getting tased. Losing control of their body, getting injured in the fall. Friendly reminder to tase your whumpees 👍

[sir-fenris]

Can I please make a request? What about a living weapon (since that seems to be your speciality) who’s sent in for “training” by another trainer since apparently they’ve been acting defiant. And the trainers expecting a feral snarling weapon like they usually get, they aren’t expecting this quiet meek weapon who’s act of defiance was having PTSD or something else that’s either small or not in their control?

Sorry for the little wait! Hope you don't mind me doing your request with the event, and hope you enjoy the drabble :)

(Also, I'm glad you consider lw my specialty :D thank you)

Year of Whump Tropes - Day 18

January 2025 - Week 3, Day 4

"Don't make me repeat myself"

(Drabbles' masterlist)

Content: living weapon whumpee, medic whumpee, multiple whumpers, dehumanization, electrocution (stun bat), institutionalized whump, military whump, physical disability, swearing.

Trainer didn't know what happened in the last months of the year. Perhaps the handlers were already too tired from the year, so impatient for their winter break that they just didn't want to handle their unruly charges anymore.

Perhaps the weapons were also tired from years without a proper break, and that's why they acted out so much. Got too violent, too unstable, too snappy, too volatile.

But like clockwork, every time the winter break was close, at the time of his lunch break, there was a handler asking if he could recalibrate the weapons. Trainer got them quiet and obedient and sent them back to their handlers before the week was done.

By now, he doesn't even bother going to his office first thing in the morning. He will always get a call in less than 30 minutes about one of his new charges doing too much noise.

So he goes straight to the training wing and starts to read the records about the new weapons dumped to him.

On the first handler's name, a familiar one, it's an effort to not roll his eyes. Their superiors had to be notified of the irresponsible habit of this idiot. Every month, this guy brings in another one for extra training. There's no way he's always getting the worst weapons, he's just too lazy to break in the ones that don't behave after the first correction.

Trainer used the peephole to see a slim, curled form on the corner. It probably had been starved as punishment, by the looks of it. He opens the silent door with the stun bat already in hand.

"Asset. Stand and report designation." Not too loud yet, giving it the time to obey, a simple and easy question. The weapon doesn't even move its face away from the wall.

Starting off with punishment, classic. That shitty handler trained his weapons so badly they disobey even to just report. Trainer takes two steps forward and shocks its leg.

With a startled scream, the weapon turns around, trying to kick the bat away. He punishes the attempt with a harsh hit to the kicking leg.

This time, it chokes on a pained groan and just curls further into the corner. And... oh. There are tears in its eyes. Well, that's new.

"Asset. Stand up and report designation." Trainer repeats in the same tone as before. The weapon's eyes snap up middle sentence, and its eyebrows knit slightly. He took only a second to see it as confusion instead of defiance.

"... Asset code 2284. Previous front line medic, reassigned to camp medic." It says, still curled in the corner. It doesn't seem defiant, just tense, but it still refused to stand up.

... Something wasn't adding up.

Trainer still brought the bat down and gave the weapon time to flinch and cower before shocking their leg again. No resisting attempt, different from the first time, for some reason. No startled kicking. "Don't make me repeat myself, asset!"

"I'm sorry, sir," It mutters out in a resigned voice, one that told him those words have been said way too much lately. Its eyes look up for a second, at the bat.

Trainer gave it time to correct their behavior and obey, but the weapon just curled more into itself. This is unfamiliar. He's used to the tough ones, that are strong and hard to crack, even if it's just due to their temper and defiance.

He turns the shock down one notch for safety before bringing it down again. The first tears leak out of the weapon's eyes when they scream. Once the shock is done, they choke out another apology, looking up at them this time.

"Sorry doesn't change anything, asset. We'll keep this going until you stop this cute act. Stand up and report designation. If I repeat myself one more time..." Trainer threatens, firmer.

To his surprise, the weapon did obey immediately this time, almost hurriedly. "Asset code 2284. Previous front line medic, reassigned to camp medic." Its posture was perfect, voice respectful, almost eager to comply all of a sudden.

Nothing like the sarcastic, dramatic, and disobedient weapon his handler painted him to be. Trainer couldn't ignore this any longer, something was wrong here.

"Why didn't you obey the first three times, asset?" Trainer asks, playing with the bat and watching as the weapon's eyes follow the movements as it tries to focus on his face. His mouth, not eyes. His handler indeed had said it was in a rebellious streak of not wanting to look him in the eye.

"I didn't hear your orders, sir. I'm sorry, sir..." It says meekly, flinching slightly in anticipation for each move of the bat, though it's not close to him.

Trainer had been warned about that, too. But its words sounded way too meek to be the taunting stunt its handler said he pulled all the time.

His brain works back to each information he got of the weapon, each denial to obey reported. A weapon reassigned from front line medic to camp medic after it suffered severe injuries on a grenade explosion. Obedient before, turned sarcastic and rebellious with new handler, pretending to not hear orders, not looking his handlers in the eyes, ignoring name calls, ignoring morning alarms...

Trainer stops his movement with the bat once it clicks. Severe injury due to closeness of a explosion, and all behavioral issues had been about it not listening.

God, he hopes he's wrong, because if that stupid handler let that slide, Trainer will personally make sure a demission paper is sent.

"Will you be obedient without the need of drugs to settle you down, asset?" He asks without needing an answer before opening the door and motioning the weapon to get out.

"...sir?" It asks in a quiet voice, almost fearful. With him turned around, it couldn't read his lips.

"We'll go to the medical, get you checked. Move, asset." He uses a harsh tone as a test, but the weapon doesn't seem to really pick up on it, it just hurries to obey after staring at his lips moving while he speaks.

In less than 30 minutes, the check-up is done, with the weapon behaving exceptionally if given visual guidance.

Trainer has a paper in his hand. "Severe hearing loss due to explosion." Not completely deaf, but close to be.

The weapon started tearing up silently when it saw the words, and as soon as they left the medical wing, it knelt to the ground. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, sir. I promise I can still be useful, even without hearing much- I-... I don't need to hear to tend wounds! I can take care of the patients, I swear I can-"

He started the day thinking he would have to deal with a feral, snarling weapon, and... he was given a meek, pitiful young asset. Trainer never hated its handler more than he did now. That useless son of a bitch would let a valuable asset be decommissioned for nothing more than irresponsibility.

Trainer crouched down and waited for visual contact before saying, in a tone it can hear better, "By the end of the week, you will be able to do everything you did before, even if the hearing loss is untreatable. I won't decommission a weapon when all it needs is recalibrating."

He ruffles its short hair when it chokes out "thank you" over and over. Trainer can see loud and clear how much its handler messed up his mind for it to be so unstable, but he's dealt with worse. He can correct that emotional outburst in due time and send it back into the field. With a better handler, this time.

The weapon leans into the touch, and Trainer huffs before getting up and waiting for it to follow him.

"Rebellious, worthless asset," his ass. His last "fuck you" to that empty-headed idiot before he gets fired will be making this one the best asset in the medic camp.

With the way it follows him as an eager puppy, although still on edge, that won't be hard.

-

[writinglittlepains]

Speedster

content: superhero whump, restraints, lab whump, electrocution

Hero's eyes flew open.

They were in a small, cramped cell. Their hands were chained together in front of them, and connected to the wall by another chain. That was the only restraint on them, but the room was filled with more. Chains and hooks were everywhere, all along the walls and ceiling and floor. Looking outside the bars of the cell did little to help – there was nothing on the other side of the hallway.

The last thing they remembered... they were fighting Villain. It had been standard, routine, until... until...

They shook their head, feeling foggy. They had to remember what happened.

The power suppression collar. Right. Hero's hands jerked up to feel if it was still there, but they couldn't move their hands more than a few inches. They shifted their head, and sure enough they could feel the weight of it around their neck.

Fury tore through them. There was an agreement among the superpowered people of the city to never, never do such a thing to each other. It seemed that Villain had crossed that line.

"Hey!" Hero shouted, pulling at their chains. "Let me out of here!"

Loud footsteps echoed through the hallway. Soon, Villain appeared in front of the cell, flanked by two guards. They had a smug grin on their face.

"Finally," they said. "I didn't think you were ever going to wake up."

"You fucking piece of shit!" Hero snapped. "Get this thing off of me and let me go!"

"Oh, don't you worry," Villain said. "The collar was just a precaution, you'll have it off in no time. But I'm afraid you're never getting out of here. You see, of all the heroes in the city, you have always been the most trouble. Super speed is quite the talent to have, and so difficult to stop. Unless, of course..."

In a flash, Villain was inside the cell. Their teleportation abilities were the only powers that had ever rivaled Hero's.

"I was content to keep going the way we had been," they admitted. "But Supervillain has other ideas."

Hero paled. "You're giving me to them?"

"Oh yes," Villain said. "In fact... I think I'll be on my way now. It'll be so much easier to get rid of all the other heroes without you around."

"No... no, Villain please-"

But Villain wasn't listening. They teleported back out of the cell and unlocked the door for the two guards. Then, in a flash, they were gone entirely.

The guards unchained Hero and each took one of their arms despite Hero's frantic protests. They dragged Hero through the hallway, past rows of cells. Most were empty, but some had bodies or skeletons rotting in chains.

Hero kicked and squirmed the whole way, but there was nothing they could do. The cells gave way to pristine halls, a cross between a lavish mansion and a secret base. It didn't surprise Hero that Supervillain operated in a place like this.

Eventually, the guards brought Hero into a room that looked like a lab. They threw them onto the hard, cold table in the middle and strapped them down, so much so that they couldn't move.

Finally, the power suppression collar was removed. Immediately, Hero could feel their speed returning to them. But, restrained, there was nothing they could do.

A different collar was snapped around Hero's neck – it was thicker, tighter. But they could still feel their powers.

"Well, well, well," came a voice. "The great Hero, in my clutches."

Supervillain peered over Hero's face, wearing the same smug expression that Villain had. Using their telekinesis, they pushed Hero's hair out of their face.

"Let me go," Hero growled. "You'll regret this."

"No, I don't think I will," Supervillain replied. "You're mine now, for the rest of your life. And how long will that life be, you might be wondering? That's simple: as soon as I figure out how your power works and how to replicate it, I'll give you the mercy of death."

"I will kill you."

Supervillain grinned, amused. With a wave of their hand, the straps holding Hero down fell away.

Hero didn't waste any time, tapping into their speed and bursting through the door and down the hallway. They'd be out in no time-

"AAH!"

Suddenly, electricity coursed through their veins, and Hero collapsed to the ground. Stopping so suddenly while speeding sent tremors through their legs, the pain of which they hadn't felt since first discovering their powers.

"Oh, I forgot to mention," Supervillain added, walking up to them. They turned Hero over with their powers, and an invisible force held them down. "If you use your powers without my explicit permission, you will be punished. If you try to defy my orders, you will be punished. If you do anything out of line, you will be punished. Am I clear?"

Hero just groaned, and Supervillain shocked them again. Their scream rang out through the hallway.

"I said am I clear, Hero?"

"Y-yes," Hero gasped. "Clear."

"Good," Supervillain said. They used their powers to levitate Hero in the air, and it was then that Hero realized that guards and even Villain were all for show. Supervillain could restrain Hero all by themself. "Let's get started."

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[animatedwhump]

"Just...get out as soon as you can. Promise?"

The Legend of Korra | S04E13 | The Last Stand