#whumper return

[belovedwhump]

Whumpee stared at the two doors, desperately trying to keep the dread clawing up their throat from showing on their face. Freaking out wouldn't accomplish anything.

"Well... I've got no clue," Teammate said, trying to break the sudden tension with an awkward laugh. "I mean, they look identical. Guess we just pick one and hope we're lucky?"

Their voice sounded muffled, drowned out by the faint ringing in Whumpee's head that only seemed to grow louder the longer they stood there. Sweat coated their palms. It was happening again.

"That's assuming there is a right choice." That was Caretaker. Their words were a lot softer.

"You said it yourself, it's a test. Every test has a correct answer."

"Depends on what they're testing." Whumpee didn't have to look to know Caretaker was watching them as they said that.

"It's just a door?" Teammate sounded confused now. Whumpee couldn't blame them. They were new to the team. They hadn't been there during Whumper's last game; they hadn't seen the aftermath. "How bad can it possibly be?"

"Bad." Whumpee's voice didn't sound like their own. "It will be really bad."

[whumppromptoftheday]

their first year away from whumper, whumpee has a plethora of "firsts" but the hardest one to deal with is Christmas. whumper would always make a big deal of it, decorating the entire house and giving whumpee a gift.

on christmas morning, whumpee wakes up with a gift on their porch and they break down

[whumperer-86]

Fainted

Highschool return of Gangster ep4

[oddsconvert]

Not the anon that sent the ask buuuttt

Maybe caretaker returned whumpee because it was a pet whump situation and he just thought he was returning a lost pet?

Maybe caretaker thought Whumpee was over exaggerating when he talked about what Whumper did

Idk just some thoughts

referring to this post!

Oh, I LOVE these! Especially the pet whump one in a world where human pets are normalised in their society (like BBU), and caretaker thinks they're just doing a good deed and doesn't realise how whumper mistreats their little pet...

After I answered that ask, I actually remembered that I've done a couple of caretaker returning whumpee drabbles! Such a good trope, I need to do moreee

[paincomes]

hi. follow up piece to aegean seas roleswap AU. not canon. obviously.

this ended up being mostly smut i fear. ive never really posted anything this explicit so be nice OK? first time

18+ warning

(Content: living weapon whumpee, royal whump, slavery, dubcon due to power imbalances, whumper/whumpee, carewhumper, begging, scars, implied past abuse, explicit nsfw, comfort)

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The cape was flooded. The rain this season was mythological, like it meant to erase any traces of the land. The sand was turning muddy as Delta stood in it, the warm-colored gold of his anklets resisting any attempts of the water to corrode it. The water could rise and rise and he wouldn’t care. He could probably stay like this forever.

Paris was shivering, and trying not to. His blood ran so much hotter, but it seemed like he the one who was always starved for warmth. It showed in the layers he wore as summer drew to a close. The jacket he wore right now was soaked through, like every other part of him. He was acting like he didn’t notice.

“The wet clothes just make it worse,” Delta said. 

There was no way he could even hear him, that was how heavy the rain was falling down into the ocean. But he curled his fingers to get him to come closer, and Paris didn’t resist as he stripped the jacket from him. His mouth moved — trying to say something back — but Delta was just as deaf to it. He slid the wet fabric from his arms, exposing the ball joints at his shoulders and elbow. For a second, he’d be bound there. Delta held both sleeves at either side of his body. With the jacket still wrapped around his waist, it would’ve been easy to pull him in closer. He did, slightly. Paris reacted with no real panic or surprise, but what might’ve been a small twinge of annoyance. Delta finished tying the sleeves into knots, leaving it around his waist like he’d never meant to do anything at all. Hadn’t he?

Delta’s own head was growing heavy with water. It felt to him like a baptism, like he was being anointed. He pulled the crown from his head, wincing as its prongs were caught within the thick strands. But the water took the pain away, made it so everything felt clear and clean again. The breeze came in across the water, and he knew now that Paris must be reaching his absolute limit. He took pity.

~ 

The staff yelled at him for tracking water into the palace, for soaking the tiles he wouldn’t mop, for a general unbecomingness. Delta pretended not to hear. He held the tiara in one hand, letting it dangle lightly from his fingers. That one was silver — that one could corrode. He almost felt bad. His other hand was wrapped tight around Paris’s wrist. He noticed that one of the maids gave him a look for that. Like she thought he was taking him just to hurt him. Paris’s dumb kicked puppy expression couldn’t have helped. He would have deserved it, anyway. Paris got away with so much already that Delta could’ve justified almost anything as some overdue punishment.

Up in his room, he still shoved him to his knees to wait. It wasn’t the smartest thing to do, he realized belatedly. The water would soak into the carpet. But the urge in the moment had been irresistible. Again, something like annoyance played across his face. He had the nerve to huff. 

“Stop.” Delta’s hand twisted through the blonde hair, tugging lightly in warning. Paris’s eyes flickered up to meet his with the right amount of nervousness. He grip loosened.

He made a minor show of getting all the jewelry off, undoing the dozens of pieces he’d strung onto himself. Delta stared shamelessly at his own reflection in the vanity. The cold had dulled the the glow some, had a kind of dampening, deadening effect. The room itself was cold, even to him. It had to be worse for Paris. 

Unlike the mood lighting that made up the main part of the room, the bathroom was bright and pearlescent. Delta turned the water on; heavy pressure came out from the shower-head. The door stayed open. He was already stripping his shirt off when he spoke again.

“Are you getting in?” he asked.

He glanced over to check Paris’s expression, and was genuinely surprised by the amount of hesitance. Delta frowned. 

“Do you still like me?” Paris’s voice came out more mopey than truly bitter. So sensitive. Delta didn’t even know what he’d done to touch the hair trigger this time.

“What are you acting all wounded for?” He leaned against the doorframe. “…Do you want to be alone?”

He shook his head, without hesitance this time.  His feelings were just hurt, for one reason or another. When weren’t they?

“Get in or don’t,” Delta told him, shutting the door halfway.

~

When Paris did enter, Delta had already taken the rest of his clothes off. Paris had to flick the lights off before he’d even take off his shirt. 

If he had to guess, he’d say Paris was more shy about his back than he even was about the nudity. Delta still glowed in the dark, but he knew how to dim it halfway and leave him some privacy. The shower made for pleasant white noise in the background. They were communicating mostly by touch. Delta was more careful with him now, wrist to hipbone without any claws. 

“It’s okay?” Delta muttered as he came under the water stream. He knew the scars were sensitive; the heat could be too much. 

“Mhm. You?” Paris asked, probably thinking he meant something else.

“Good,” he squeaked in response, right before he was shoved up against the wall. 

The squeak got a little higher, turning into a self-satisfied giggle that the kiss could only halfway mute. The light cut off when he shut his eyes. 

Delta tried to participate, as best he could, but Paris always swore he went too hard no matter what he did. He had a point. Delta got too needy, too eager. He had to put conscious effort towards making his own touch light. Less nails, less teeth. Not fair. Paris’s teeth were blunt, though probably no less dangerous if he really wanted to be. 

As Delta’s hands moved to sweep his neck only to find metal, he realized Paris was still wearing the choke collar. Again, the urge was almost impossible to ignore. But he did restrain himself this time. Paris really didn’t like it; it worked as a real punishment, one Delta really didn’t want him to associate with anything else. He was fragile today, anyway. Delta ignored the collar, moving his hands further up to cup his face, comb his fingers back through his hair. It was getting long. 

He came up for air. Delta kept petting through his hair, and knew this was what Paris had to be in the dark for. It was just sweet for a second, in a way that condemned him more than the animal hunger. Harder to justify. Delta kissed him again.

He got turned around for it, shoved back into the tiled surface the opposite way this time. He liked this position less, but the pleasure of being controlled outweighed it. He offered one arm back to be pinned, which Paris took. He twisted it behind his back in a way that was just on the threshold of painful. It drew a soft whine from him anyway. He angled his hips back to allow him entrance. 

This again only bordered on painful, then eased into need. Without any conscious thought, he was trying to sway back, pushing it further inside him. The grip on his arm got a little tighter, keeping him pinned against the wall.

“Stay,” Paris warned him. Delta defied it immediately, earning himself a few sharp smacks to his ass and thighs. He had the nerve to whine.

It was just teasing now. It was mean. He held still and obedient, waiting for this effort to be rewarded, but Paris was just barely touching him. Not fair. He was hard too, he wanted this just as bad, so what was he waiting for?

“Please?” Delta tried, hazarding a guess.

The pressure grew stronger. Paris sunk a little deeper inside him.

“Please, please, please,” Delta repeated, a little quieter, like a mantra. He felt a blush rising to his face. It wasn’t like he hadn’t begged before. It was more the fact that it was Paris, who he was going to go back to bossing around as soon as this was over. There was something kind of base and scandalous about the whole thing, and he found himself succumbing to it.

The motion finally fell into a rhythm, and all thought dropped off. He was still begging, but it had become automatic, and then unintelligible as he pressed his forehead to the tile. Fucking finally. He lost himself in it, the need building to a kind of unbearable crescendo until he released. 

Paris released his arm too, which he was grateful for, because the pressure had been growing unbearable there too. Delta could hear him panting slightly. Had he even finished? Delta found him in the dark, letting his hands trace down from his chest in ample warning before reaching him. He was still hard. But all it took was Delta just barely touching him for him to finish. Huh. Well, less work for him.

“Say thank you,” Delta demanded. He didn’t really need to save face. Paris knew who he belonged to. It was fun, though.

“Thank you,” Paris replied weakly, still out-of-breath.

The water washed it all away. Delta still had to wash his hair. Paris’s body was warm now, which marked the end of his obligation after nearly freezing him to death. Delta let him stay anyway.

~

Paris had to pull the robe on before he’d let the overhead light come back on. Again, it was about the scars. Delta stifled a sigh. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen them before. He pulled his own clothes on quickly, before picking out some for Paris. Delta was shorter by a few inches, thinner, but not enough to make a real difference in sizing. Paris fit into his oversized tee just fine. 

Delta took the hairdryer from its spot on the vanity. 

“C’mere. Be useful.” Delta beckoned. He started to hand it over, but as Paris reached for it, he realized his hair was still dripping wet too. He sighed a little. His would dry way faster. Delta moved to take his wrist instead, moving him back down to his knees. 

“Easy,” he said, feeling the way he had tensed. He had more nervous energy than anyone knew what to do with. But he relaxed slightly as the warm air came over him. Of course he did. The castle ran too cold for him. Delta winced a little bit, remembering how he’d taken cold showers for months before anyone had stopped him. Delta still ran his fingers through his hair, a rough approximation styling, before his hand slid down by the nape of his neck. He pressed gently at the muscle there, as if the touch might undo all the years of tension that had built up in his body. Deep down, he understood why he was crazy.

[iwritewhump]

"You changed my life, not for the better. Now I get to return the favor" + payback

day fourteen of whumptember

2883 words

warnings: cursing, drugging, being taken into captivity, vague discussions about past abuse

this one took so so long for me to write and ive lost perspective so let me know what you think lol

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Villain taps rhythmically on the table, slowly pulling everyone’s attention. Once everyone’s looking at him, he smiles and lowers his hand to his lap. 

“Thank you all for coming.” he nods to Sidekick and Hero. “I know what some of you are risking being here.” 

The pair nods back and look around the table. Sidekick takes Hero’s marred hand in his and squeezes it. Hero looks down at her lap and exhales shakily. She looks up and sees Living Weapon staring at her. It puts its hands on the table and smiles. 

“No need to worry, we’re all here for the same purpose,” Living Weapon says. 

Villain taps on the table again, “It’s right. If any of you hurt anyone at this table before our job is done, you will be punished.” 

Vigilante stands up, slamming her fist on the table, “And what is our purpose? Why’d you call all of us here?” 

Villain raises an eyebrow and takes a deep breath. Vigilante ducks her head and sits back down before he answers. “Superhero has hurt all of us. It’s time he’s taught a lesson, don’t you think?” 

Hero slides down in her chair and looks at her lap. She ignores Handler’s pitying eyes and tightens her grip on Sidekick’s hand. He, in turn, taps his thumb on the heel of her hand and takes a deep breath. She follows and her hand relaxes in his. 

“In front of you,” Villain starts, picking up a stack of papers and showing them to everyone, “Is a packet of everyone’s roles in this. I want you to read over it, ask any questions you have, and tell me you can do it.” 

Hero flips the front page of the packet in front of her, then the next, and two more until she sees the one with her name at the top. She skims the first paragraph, then reads it through. Her breath hitches and she looks up at Villain, eyes wide. 

“Concerns?” Villain asks, walking over to her and looking at the packet over her shoulder. 

She puts her finger on the page and underlines one of the steps of his plan. “I don’t think I’ll be able to do this.” 

Sidekick peers over her arm and nods, “I can.” 

Villain pats him on the shoulder, “There we go! You two can combine roles and work out what works for who. As long as all of it gets done.” 

Hero tilts her head and stares at Sidekick. Her brows furrow together and she whispers, “You really think you can do that?” 

He almost laughs, “Without a doubt. But you’ll need to do this for me.” 

He slides his packet closer to her and puts his finger next to one of his steps. Hero nods and flips to it in her packet, starring the number. 

“Ok!” Villain says, standing up. “If no one has any questions, I think we can call it a night. You all can get in contact with me if something changes?” 

Everyone nods or murmurs confirmation. They all push away from the table and stand. Hero folds the packet up and tucks it in her waistband. She and Sidekick stay back as everyone leaves. 

Villain stands in front of her and smiles, “Something’s wrong?” 

She bites her cheek and shakes her head. Looking around nervously, she shrugs and frowns. “You’re sure this is going to work?” 

Villain nods and takes a deep breath. He pats her shoulder and sighs heavily. 

“It has to,” She says, a sudden urgency creeping into her voice. “If it doesn’t…” 

Sidekick links his arm with hers and nods, “It will.” 

Villain inhales deeply and forces a smile, “Alright. I will see you two in three days, make sure you get your jobs done, it’s pretty reliant on you until that night. Don’t fuck it up.” 

He laughs, trying to cut through some of the urgency. Sidekick turns Hero away and nods once to him, “We’ll see you in three days.” 

~

Hero fidgets in her seat, looking over her shoulder at Superhero. He’s in the kitchen cooking dinner and it’s time for her to follow through on her part of the plan. Slowly, so slowly, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small vial with a faintly pink powder in it.

She unscrews the lid and looks back at Superhero again. While he ducks down to get something from one of the cupboards, she dumps the contents of the vial into Superhero’s drink. 

It fizzles as it dissolves into the iced tea and Hero pockets the vial. Superhero whistles cheerily in the kitchen and struts into the dining room with three plates balanced between his arms. 

He sets one down in front of Hero and frowns. 

“Where’s Sidekick?”

“I’m here!” He says, skidding into the room. “Sorry, I completely lost track of time!” 

He slips into his chair and inhales deeply, “That smells amazing! Did you get shrimp?” 

Superhero sets the plate down in front of him and grunts a confirmation. “I was promised it was the best money could buy.” 

“The only kind of shrimp one can buy: expensive,” Sidekick says, smelling it again. 

Hero shifts anxiously in her chair and eyes Superhero’s drink. Part of her wants to knock it over, part of her wants to dump it down his throat, and part of her wants to drink it herself. 

Superhero sets his plate down and slides onto his chair. He closes his eyes, mutters a quick blessing, and picks his fork up. 

Hero holds a finger up and finishes taking a drink of her water, “Why don’t you try the tea? I tried a new brand and I’m not sure how I feel about it. I’d love to hear your opinion.” 

Superhero scowls, but puts his fork down. “What was wrong with the old stuff?” 

He puts his nose on the rim of the cup and sniffs it, tilting his head, he shrugs and takes a sip. Hero and Sidekick exchange a glance as Superhero chugs the rest of the cup, tilting it as far back as he can. 

Sighing, he slams it down on the table and looks at Hero, “Forget the old stuff, that’s what we’ll buy from now on, got it?” 

Hero nods and takes a drink of it herself. She puts the cup back on the table and looks expectantly at Superhero. 

He looks at her and wipes his face, “Do I have a tea mustache?” 

She forces a laugh and takes a bite of her shrimp, “You got it.” 

Sidekick raps his fingers on the table and Superhero turns to look at him, head dipping just a little bit. 

“Can you not do that?” Superhero snaps. 

Sidekick does it again and he smirks, “Gonna do something about it?” 

He slams his fist on the table and stands up. His hand wraps around Sidekick’s throat and Hero gasps. She pushes up from the table and grabs the back of his shirt. Tugging him backwards, she sees his eyes roll back and she steps out of the way. 

He falls to the ground with a loud THUMP and Sidekick stares at her. He feels his throat and takes a few deep breaths. “Thanks.” 

“What the hell was that about?” She accuses, her finger jabbing into his chest. “What were you thinking!” 

He takes a drink of his water and coughs softly. “Well if you’d been the one to get the poison, you’d know that it kicks in faster when the ingester is moving around. What I should have known is that it makes some people irritable.” 

He looks up at her and frowns, “Is it bruising?” 

Gently, she traces over his collarbone and stops when he gasps softly. She pulls her hand back and nods. “It’ll be a couple days before it goes away.” 

He nods and pulls his collar up to cover the handprints. He exhales shakily and stares at Superhero, then grabs his phone from his pocket. “I’ll text Handler, let her know everything’s on track.” 

Hero’s head bobs and she sits down. Staring at the shrimp makes her stomach turn, so she pushes away from the table and dumps her plate in the trash. 

“She’s  on her way here,” Sidekick says, taking a cautious bite of his shrimp. “Said it’d be no more than-” 

A knock on the door cuts him off and he sets his fork on the table. “I’ll get it!” 

He runs out of the dining room and Hero can hear the deadbolt sliding open. The door creaks open and Sidekick welcomes Living Weapon and Handler with warm pleasantries like Superhero wasn’t passed out on the floor. 

Handler walks into the dining room and looks around before her eyes land on Hero. She smiles softly and waves, “Hey.” 

“Hey.” 

“How long has he been out?” She walks up to him and nudges him with her foot, rolling him onto his back. 

She whistles and squats down next to him. Hero shifts her weight anxiously and looks at the clock on the wall, “Maybe three minutes? Not very long.” 

Living Weapon strides into the room and tilts its head at the sight of Superhero on the floor. “Not gonna lie,” It says, leaning close to Hero, “I wasn’t sure you’d follow through.” 

Hero takes a step away from it and shrugs, “Of course I followed through.” 

Handler stands up and snaps at Living Weapon. She takes its place next to Hero and shakes her head, “Don’t mind it, of course you did your part.” 

Living Weapon hikes Superhero up on its shoulder and sighs heavily. It nods once and walks out of the dining room. Handler follows it, almost running to catch up. 

Hero follows after her and waves to Sidekick, “You should stay here in case someone comes looking for him. I’ll be fine, I promise.” 

With one last glance at him, Hero runs to catch up with Handler and leaves Sidekick behind. She and Handler get in the car while Living Weapon slams Superhero in the trunk. Handler’s lips purse and she starts the car. 

“You’re being very brave right now.” She whispers, turning the A/C down. 

Hero nods and stares ahead, forcing herself to extinguish the image of Superhero stuffed in the trunk of the car. 

Living Weapon climbs in the back and Handler drives off, kicking up dust and leaving the small, not-so-safe safe house behind. 

Living Weapon and Handler chatter the whole way to the abandoned warehouse Villain chose out. Hero tunes most of it out, choosing instead to let her anxiety get the better of her. It could all be a trick from Superhero, checking her loyalty to him. Somehow, Superhero managed to get Villain, Handler, Living Weapon, Vigilante, and Sidekick to work together for this. He’d offered them money, immunity, a blind eye, whatever they wanted. She chews on the inside of her cheek and thinks about how this was a ploy to get her alone in a way the news would believe and have the rest of her mutilated. 

Somehow, Superhero had the time to get everything planned, and managed to keep her in the dark about it. And it would turn out he’s not even actually drugged and Sidekick got her kool-aid powder instead of actual knock-out powder. 

Then, Hero thinks about Sidekick working against her. She thinks about just thirty minutes ago when he let her touch freshly bruised skin and didn’t pull away. She shakes her head, Superhero is really drugged in the trunk of this car and he’s in no way in kahoots with anyone else about tonight. 

Handler parks the car and steps out, she glances at Living Weapon through the rear view mirror and they have a silent conversation Hero wishes she could be a part of. 

“You can follow me, hun.” Handler says, getting out of the car. Living Weapon’ll take care of Superhero. We should probably check in with Villain. I don’t know if you’re supposed to be here or not.” 

Hero’s heart speeds up as she falls into step behind Handler. “I don’t think so. It wasn’t in the packet, but I wanted to make sure-I wanted to see him…” 

Handler nods quickly and sighs, “I get it. Hey, that’s why I’m here.” she pauses and looks over her shoulder at Hero. “Well, I’m here mostly for Living Weapon.” 

She stops in front of a door and turns to face it. Knocking on it rhythmically, she takes a step to the side and the door springs open. Hero follows her through the door, down the stairs and into a room. 

Vigilante nods to Handler and pulls her leg up to her chest, resting her chin on her knee. She looks at Hero and her face scrunches. “What’re you doing here?” 

Handler takes a step between the two and lowers her hands to her side. “She’s fine. If you have an issue with her being here, ask Villain.” 

“Maybe I will,” she snaps back. 

Hero clears her throat and leans forward slightly, “Where is Villain? 

Vigilante rolls her eyes and points behind her to a closed door. “He said he was getting a few more things ready. I don’t know why he waited until the last minute to do his part-he planned this whole damn thing.” 

The door opens and Villain strides out, hands resting at his side. “And what would you have done about Superhero, Vigilante?” 

Vigilante jumps and her cheeks turn pink, “Sorry.” 

Villain walks past her and smiles warmly at Hero and Handler, “He’s here?” 

Hero exhales slowly and allows herself to relax when Villain doesn’t question her presence.

Excitedly, Handler says, “Living Weapon is putting him in the cell right now. We’ve got him.” 

Villain closes his eyes and exhales shakily. He looks around with teary eyes and bites his cheek. Half laughing, half sobbing, he covers his mouth. “We did it.” 

Tears stream down his face and he wipes his eyes with his sleeves. He sniffles and looks at Hero. “Do you want to come and see him?” 

She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. Nodding, she follows him out of the room and down a hallway. At the very end, Villain stops and knocks on a door. “It’s me, let us in!” 

Hero closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. The door opens and she grabs onto Villain’s arm. He looks at her, then at her hand wrapped around his arm, and takes her hand in his. “Let’s go in together.” 

Living Weapon walks out of the room and nods to the pair as he walks away, “He’s waking up.” 

Hero’s grip tightens on Villain’s hand and she pulls back. “Maybe I should just stay back. For now.” 

She doesn’t want him to know she was a part of this. Not yet. Not ever, if possible. 

“It’s up to you,” Villain says, letting go of her. “But I think it’ll be good for you to see him like this. He can’t hurt you from the cell.” 

She bites her cheek and scoffs, “You don’t know that. He can do a lot.” 

Villain walks into the room and leaves Hero behind, “I’ll leave the door open. Come in if you can, it’ll be worth it.” 

Hero crosses her arms in front of her and leans against the wall, listening intently. 

Something crashes against a wall and someone slams their fist against the bars of the cage. Superhero shouts, “Where the hell am I?!” 

She can practically see Villain. His eyebrows raised and arms at his side. 

“You’re somewhere you can’t hurt anyone again.” He says, voice level and commanding. 

Superhero spits, “And where’s Hero? Don’t tell me she’s not in on this, she’s the only way you’d be able to get me behind these bars.” 

He rattles them again for good measure and Hero takes a deep breath. She squares her shoulders and walks into the room. 

She stands next to Villain and looks at Superhero. He rolls his eyes and takes a few steps away from the bars. 

“I called it.” he spits. “I fucking called it.” 

Hero stares at the ground and bites her cheek. 

“Look at me!” he shouts. “You don’t get to do this to me and act like you’re sorry.” 

Villain takes a half-step over and shields Hero from him. She looks up at Superhero and sees him seething. Villain looks at her and whispers, “You can leave if you want to.” 

Superhero slams his face against the bars and shouts. “No she can’t! She has to stay here until I tell her she can leave!” 

Hero sets her jaw and takes a step forward, close enough for her to reach out and touch the cage. 

“You changed my life. Not for the better.” she says. Superhero reaches a hand through the bars and grabs her arm. 

She jerks away, trying to free herself from him, but he digs his nails into her until he draws blood. She pulls him back and his nose slams against the cage. Roaring, he rears back and lets her go. 

“Now I get to return the favor,” She spits, clutching her arm. 

Villain herds her out of the room and slams the door behind them, leaving Superhero alone in the dark. 

[frantic-fuck]

Snakelet - Chapter 5 (cont'd)

@augusnippets Day 8 - Protective Caretaker, with an undertone of Found Family

Word count: 518

Masterpost

Content: Post-torture injury, implied lab whump, caretaker doing their best for whumpee's sake, when the caretaker is takered care of

Honestly I just wanted to follow the last snippet up bc I like writing Zop lmao

~

Seeing as Janessa's 'forgotten' to free Zop from the operating table, they do their best to make themself comfortable — not an easy task in her presence, even without restraints. "And just how d'ye plan on fixin' him up, eh?"

She looks at them like they're an idiot. So, the same as she always does. "I'll commission a healer, and he'll be good as new."

"D'ye really think that's it?! He's bein' tortured, for fuck's sake! Get ye the best healer in the world, it's not gonna fix his mental scars!"

"Of course not. That's your job." She boops them on the snout, hurriedly drawing her hand back when they snap their jaws with the full intention to bite her finger off. ...Probably why she's left them tied down. "I expect that he'll be perfectly capable of going back to normal within... a week, let's say. I'm sure you can manage that. You want him obedient as much as I do."

"Oh, fuck off. We both know yer not gonna ruin yer little deal over somethin' out of his hands. Yer damn lucky he'll let this slide." They flex their leg, instantly regretting it when agony washes over them anew.

"Fine. Then I'll take it out on him instead. I'm sure he'll have plenty of fun new buttons to push. Is that better for you, Zop?"

They snarl, refusing to admit defeat outright. "Fuck you. Never said I wasn't gonna try. I'm used to fixin' yer mess, anyway."

"This is not my mess."

"Don't ye start, it's yer fuckin' fault he—"

With narrowed eyes, Janessa dismisses them, responding from outside the gem as Zop collapses into Maya.

"Clearly, he didn't adequately salvage your mental capabilities. We'll have a discussion about that when he returns."

"Meh meh meh, I'm a little bitch, I am." Zop sneers weakly, more concerned with the blood pouring down their leg. "Ye think we can clean this up? Don't want him fussin' over me when he gets back."

"...Let us worry about that after we stop the bleeding, yes?"

"Aye, right. Help me there, will ye?"

With Maya's help, Zop staggers to the crack in the floor, which they've made considerably wider this past week. Solstice places a hoof on the crack and faer horn on Zop, and slowly but surely, their leg closes up.

They carefully flex it and suck in a pained breath. Still hurts like a bitch, but at least the blood's staying inside.

"Good enough. Now I can—"

"Sit down, is what I assume you are going to say, correct?"

Zop squints at Maya, who stares back up at them, and eventually sighs in defeat. "'Course. Don't wanna open it back up, anyway."

Satisfied, she helps them lie down comfortably on the jouch while Solstice addresses the other janimals about 'jleaning jhe jlood.' They prop their leg up on the jouch's arm with a groan.

"Dunno how he manages to deal with her all the time."

"She does not stab him, for one."

Maya plops her furry head on Zop's chest, and they stroke her soft, denim fur.

"Aye. Lucky me."

[raven-fucks-around-and-writes]

A shot, harboring death rang through the air.

Caretaker was dead, whumpee knew it due to the deafening silence and the heavy thud of their body hitting the ground. Caretaker had been murdered in cold blood, and it was all whumpee's fault. Even worse, they were all alone again.

"I specifically told you what would happen if they tried to save you whumpee," Whumper sighed, approaching them and nudging caretakers body out of the way with their foot. "Now that that arrogant little bitch is out of the way, we can be together again. Wouldn't that be fun?"

[whumppromptoftheday]

conditioned whumpee running back to whumper's place because even though it was horrible there, it's so unpredictable everywhere else

[whumperer-86]

Highschool return of gangster ep6

[iwritewhump]

"You have to promise I'll come back" + returning home + muffled screams

day 24 of @whumptember

658 words

warnings: young whumpee (implied), betrayal, recapture, physical overpowering

part two | part three

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“Villain?” Hero asks, lowering her head to his level. He stares at her, eyes fuzzy. His eyebrows knit together and Hero repeats herself, “Will you be able to do this?” 

He nods, “Yeah, I-I can do that. Just, um, promise I’ll come back?” 

Hero scans his face, forcing a smile, “Of course you’ll come back, if I thought anything would happen to you, I wouldn’t let you go.” she puts her hands on his shoulders and pulls him into a hug, “Nothing’s going to happen. You have my word.” 

He rests his chin in the crook of her neck and closes his eyes, reveling in her comfort. She pats his back and pulls away. Sniffling, she bumps his forehead with her fist and stands up. “You ready?” 

He nods and takes the hand she offers, squeezing it tightly as they walk out of Hero’s base and to the car. The ride is silent, Hero steals quick looks at him, making sure he wasn’t just doing this for her. He had to want to do this, not just feel obligated. God, she hopes this is the right choice. 

The car stops in front of Supervillain’s lair. Hero glances at Villain, and smiles when he looks at her. “We can go back,” she offers. “Right now. We could leave and go back. But as soon as we get out of the car, there’s no turning around.” 

She’s begging him, begging him to let her save him. To let them turn away and for her to take care of him until she dies. But he won’t let her. Because he doesn’t know. 

He shakes his head and steps out of the car, “We can do this. Then, we can go back. It’ll be alright, we can watch cartoons all night and sleep in.” 

She clears her throat and ruffles his hair, “And we can make cookies for breakfast.” 

“Lunch,” he corrects. “I’m not waking up before noon.” 

She bites her cheek and takes a step forward, “Lunch it is.” 

They walk into the lair, Villain getting closer to her by the step until he’s all but clinging to her. She wraps an arm around his shoulder and presses a kiss to his temple, hoping to keep him calm. 

“Ah,” Supervillain says, descending the staircase. “You brought him.” 

Villain tenses under her, trying to hide under her arm. He whispers, “What’s he talking about?” 

Hero stares ahead and ignores him, “Where do we go?” 

Villain tries to pull away from her, “What are you doing? This was supposed-you promised! Hero, please.” he digs his heels into the ground. “Don’t do this. You promised me.” 

She wraps her other arm around him and hugs him tightly. With a breaking voice she says, “I’m so sorry, Villain. This is the only way to stop him.” 

Supervillain comes up behind him and takes him from her, a small smile on his face. “You did the right thing. He’s all I wanted.” He holds Villain close against him, a hand digging into his shoulder to keep him still. “You’ve saved your city, congratulations.” 

“Wait!” she says, running up to Villain. She cups his cheek and bites the inside of her lip, “I’m so sorry, Villain.” 

He stares at her, tears forming in his eyes. “You’re sorry?” he spits. “You fucking promised me. You promised I wouldn’t end up here again. You looked at me, in the fucking eyes and promised I’d be ok. You said-”

Supervillain cuts him off with a hand over his mouth. “That’s enough.” Villain struggles under his hand, still screaming at her. The tears fall down his cheeks and his face turns red. “You should go, Hero. It’s not going to get any better. You know how he is.” 

She glances at him again, heart aching at the sight of his small frame under Supervillain’s hand. She runs out of the lair, forcing herself to look ahead. It was the only way.

[cinder-circus]

whumper and hostage whumper has gotta be one of my favorite tropes:

- whumper torturing whumpee so caretaker/hero/etc will give up information or something similar

- whumper talking to whumpee:

- "this hurts you more than it hurts me"

- "I sincerely wish I didn't have to do this"

- "If it were up to me, you wouldn't have to be here right now"

- "trust me, if there was another way, I'd take it"

- tho it isn't real sympathy, and whumper knows it

- but slowly whumpee starts believing whumper

- whumper gaslighting whumpee into thinking it really is caretaker's/hero's/etc fault that whumpee is being tortured ass three not giving up the information/money/whatever it is, and as a result when whumpee finally gets rescued they don't trust them anymore

[softsweetsuffering]

Genie Whumpee

Trapped in a vessel that may or may not be a typical object, a lamp? A Vase? A charm of a necklace?

Do they have control over it, and its their own safe space from the person who owns the item, misusing their wishes and them. Wheezing and aching while curled on their plush bed, able to nurse themselves but awfully trapped and alone. Waiting on a broken hope and bated breath to hear another voice call them out from their vessel.

Or is It claustrophobic and cramped, waiting for the sheer relief being called out to make a wish, even if they are never thrilled with what the request may be. To wish pain on others, to have pain inflicted on themselves, especially if they dare suggest they cant make a wish come true. Being kept at the whumpers side like a shiny side-piece in their flow-y silky attire. To be shown off like a prized possession, and then hidden away so no one can ever get their hands on them.

[whumppromptoftheday]

whumpee thought they escaped, thought they were okay, they have friends now, a team, it's been YEARS, but here whumper is, with a (literal or metaphorical) knife to whumpee's loved ones' throats, making whumpee beg to be taken back, to beg for all the things whumper did to them in detail while their powerless team watches, hurting them all over in front of their friends, just to leave them behind

ooh, this one is good !

[whumperer-86]

Allergic reaction Whump

Highschool return of gangster ep3 trailer

[thriftyshark530]

"wait, don't hurt them please, please just hurt me instead" caretaker pleads, pulling against their restraints as they glance over to whumpee, before returning their gaze to whumper.

"Oh, darling..." Whumper growls as they hook a finger under caretakers chin, making caretaker look up at them.

"This is hurting you"

Caretaker can only scream and pull at their restraints as whumper's attention turns towards whumpee.