#blackmailed whumper

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Thank You For Fish

CW: Aftermath of torture, caretaking, glass in skin, captivity, loneliness, isolation, mer whumpee

For @whumptober 2022, day 2: cornered / caged

Signs of the Sea Masterlist, follows directly after Creeping Ambition

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The sound of the mer's cry echoes off the ceiling and walls, his back arching, fin slapping down against flat with a heavy smack. 

"Sssshhhh, hold still. Just a few more."

The mer whistles and looks up to where the Bahram looms over him. The human man lays a hand on his cold shoulder, palm warm and soft compared to the mer. Brown with red and pink and beige beneath looks odd, in the mer's eyes, much stranger than the familiar cool grayish-white of the mer's rubbery, waterproof skin. 

"Just a few more," The Bahram repeats, and his thumb rubs, soothing, back and forth. Laid out on the platform over the small circle of water he must live in alone, the mer closes his eyes, breathing the water-heavy air through flared nasal slits, gills flat against his neck. 

There's a pause. "I'm sorry," the Bahram says, voice low. 

Then sharp bright pain spikes at his left hip and he whistles, his tail twitching and jerking. "Nnnnn… nnnnnnooo, Bbhhh-rrrmmm," He wails, forcing his lips to form the clumsy, noisy syllables around his sharp fangs, to shift his tongue in their blunt song-speak. 

"It's okay," The Bahram repeats, his jaw set and hard. "Just two more. Hold still for me, just two more…"

The pain suddenly rises again, a wave slamming the mer against a dry hot shore.

 "Got it!"

"Nnnnoooooooo!" The mer's head smacks back into the platform as a glass shard is pulled out from burying itself so deep that Kima feels hot dark blood well up over the skin below his navel. "Nnnnnooooo, sssssstuh-... puh-"

"I can't," The Bahram says, but he pauses, lowering his head. His chin dips, and the mer opens his eyes and whimpers as he watches the saltwater dripping from the Bahram's, running down his face like floodwaters finding the sea. "I have to clean it all up, Kima, it's my-... my job-"

"Nnnno hurrrrt, nnnnoooo…" Kima's voice rises to a shriek, and he jerks upwards only to have the Bahram's strong hand lay flat on his chest to force him back into his back. "Nonono-... Nnnno, nnnno-"

"Last one," The Bahram says, but the mer barely hears the words over his own whistling keens, and they mean nothing, only sounds. 

The last piece of glass is the worst. 

"Okay," The Bahram says, and leans down. His forehead presses against the mer's. His voice is a whisper even though the two of them are alone. "Share with me. Share it."

The mer whimpers and feels the Bahram's thoughts open to his own. Split between them, the hot throb of pain through his stomach and down his tail is lessened. Both of them breathe, and the Bahram's breath is humid, there is water in it. 

Hurt. 

I know, I know, I'm sorry. But if I left them in, they could infect, they'd make it even worse.

Hurt, Bahram. Kima hurt. 

I know, I know… it's over now. 

Give blood? Fish for hurt? 

The guilt and self-loathing that lances through the mer's mind is unfamiliar and hard to read. It washes over him, riptide, steals the very air from his overworked lungs. You don't need to give any more today, Kima. 

Fish? Fish for hurt?

The Bahram pulls back, and looks away from him. The saltwater tears mark his face again. "Yeah," He breathes out loud, and their connection is gone. The pain overwhelms as it returns to him, and the mer whimpers, rolling onto his side, pressing a hand over one of the hurting places and pulling it back to find dark burgundy blood smears along his palm and marking the tips of his claws. 

"I'll get the fish," The Bahram speaks in a heavy voice, signing with hands as his mouth moves, hand flat, fingers up next to his face before he tips his fingers like a cup falling over and moves his hand forward, dropping it down to meet the other in loose shapes like the mer's claws, closing to fists as they move back against his body. Fluidly shifting as he says 'fish' to make the sign Kima knows best, dropping one hand and moving the other, palm facing in, in a wave pattern swimming through air. 

"Fsssshhh," Kima repeats, hopefully, and echoes the gesture with his bloody hand. 

The Bahram swallows hard at the sight, but nods. "Go," He says, and signs, pointing to the tank beneath them. The mer rolls until he is off the platform, falling just a few feet before slipping easily into the water below, gills opening up as nasal slits close. 

The spots where the glass was pulled out ache and sting, but being here in the water again feels so good that Kima can almost ignore it. He swims a slow circle around the tank, stretching out his tail and arms, as the Bahram climbs down the ladder and walks across the room. 

He opens a door, disappears into it, and Kima stays close to the edge, the wall he cannot see that cages him here, so he can watch for the Bahram's return. 

Water rushes and speaks around him. He hears the soft hum of something called the filter, the slosh of water slipping against the invisible walls near the top. He sings, an alone-song, just to give the water a little of the noise that makes it feel more like home. 

Kima hopes for living fish. Now and then fish stunned by the sudden change are dropped into the tank, and the mer hunts them with ferocious zeal, desperate to use his tail as he is meant to, to rip with teeth and tear with claws. 

More often, lately, the fish are already dead. 

Today, it is corpses dropped from the bucket into the water when the Bahram returns. He doesn't stay to watch, just climbs back down the ladder, walks away. 

The mer eats the sad motionless meal, because his stomach is empty if he doesn't, but it isn't right. And the Bahram used to try hard to bring living fish, but he doesn't anymore. 

 Something is wrong with the Bahram, and Kima is frightened because he cannot understand what has changed. 

Like how the Bahram speaks to him less. Instead, he stares and stares at him through the other side of the unseen wall, or he looks away entirely. 

Sometimes Kima watches him as he goes to the seat and moves his fingers over a rectangle, looking into another rectangle that beams a soft blue-tinged light. He wears black plastic circles over his ears, and sometimes laughs or cries as if they speak to him. Sometimes he holds a black thing in his hands while staring at another black-edged thing with moving things inside it that never seem to come out, like there are tiny other worlds trapped in these odd boxes. 

Sometimes, the Bahram eats. He sits with a bowl in his hands and eats slurpy things like narrow white curling worms in a steaming hot liquid, called ramen. When Kima pokes his head up from the water and opens his nasal slits, it smells good. Like salt.

When he eats, the mer knows it means he will soon eat, so he swims rapid circles around this small space, jumps up out of the water to the warm air under the little sun, chirps and clicks to try and make Bahram smile and laugh. 

Sometimes he does. 

Sometimes he doesn't.

These days, days of shared pain and dead fish, the Bahram doesn't speak to him much after the matriarch finishes hurting him. Just watches him, or goes right back to what he does on the boxes. And eventually, the matriarch calls for them again, and they… 

They must go wherever she says, he and the Bahram. The mer must hurt, because she wants to hurt him. And the Bahram must help her do it. 

But after, the Bahram is kind, offering to share his pain and fear. He needs there to be someone kind, and the Miah does not come so much now. 

Last time, she spat signs with her fingers about how she was tired of watching a child die. She didn't know Kima was watching her hands that day. 

But today, just outside the tank, the Bahram is looking, now. He sits on the couch, but he is looking at Kima. 

Kima tips his head to one side, white hair floating around him, gills flaring and closing again as he filters oxygen from the surrounding saltwater. Wide green eyes watch the Bahram as he watches back. 

Thank you for fish, Kima says with his hands in the human way. 

The Bahram looks sad and doesn't answer. 

His hair is dirty and his eyes seem dark and ringed in shadows. Along his jaw is darkness - stubble, the Bahram said once when the mer touched a delicate claw to his face and clicked. Kima blows bubbles under the water, but it doesn't make him smile. So he tries to remember the words, clumsy, claws catching in the water, languid and slow. He draws them from eyes down to jaw, turning his mouth into a frown, then closes all his claws but one and draws an oval from chin to the top of his head and back down again. 

Sad face. 

The Bahram blinks at him, then huffs a laugh. There's no smile in the motion of his shoulders, though, no real warmth. He signs back, mouth moving. If he speaks, Kima can't hear him, really. Just low tones, like a podsong, filtered through the sound of water. "Yes," The Bahram says with his hands and his face, "I think I have a very sad face now. I feel bad for hurting you, but she's right. If I quit, I lose… I lose everything all over again. If she fires me… I can't fail again, Kima. I'm so sorry. I can't fail another thing. Maman's heart would break."

Kima hesitates, hands hovering in the water, trying to turn his own thoughts - thoughts that look like currents and sound like the songs of his family - into the clumsier tooth, claw, tongue words the humans use. 

His tail flipper flicks back and forth, back and forth.  Bruises and scraped spots throb under his skin, where dark blood pools, at wrists and hips where the awful rough human vines tie him down. He tore himself free today, but the wounds rubbed deeper as he did. Everything aches with the beat of his pulse. Everything hurts.  

He touches his forehead with the tips of four claws, then folds three down as he draws his hand back and out, so only the smallest claw and his thumb stand out. 

Why? 

How can heart break?  

"It's a figure of-... Never mind. Why?" The Bahram echoes the motion Kima just made, and then looks to the side, towards the door that the mer is wheeled through. Beyond is the flat table with the tying-down, the pain, the needle-sticks, give blood. Pain that earns him the promise of fish, of food in his yawning, empty belly. 

Beyond that door is the place of matriarch of the Bahram, the female who directs the pod. Where his scales are removed, his skin cut away, sliced into strips the matriarch takes from him to study layers, she says to see how he stays warm. Beyond the door is the pain and terror. 

Kima shifts back through the water, away from even the sight of that door. His heart beats faster, when he follows the Bahram's gaze. 

The Bahram is silent, for a long time.

"Because I'm not getting better," The Bahram says, with only his mouth now. "Because I'm a monster, now, for money, and I thought maybe I wouldn’t care but I do. Because I'm a fucking failure. I'm as caged as you are, just as cornered, but I could leave, if I wanted. And you can't. Because of me.”

The Bahram stands up and walks away, ignoring Kima's signs to ask what he means. Even when he makes a fist and knocks on the tank, Bahram never looks back. He just goes to the desk and sits down with his back to Kima, who droops as he realizes the Bahram will not speak anymore and won't play with him tonight. Not even a little, not even the small gentle play that does not make him hurt any worse.  

He didn't want to play last night either. 

Or the night before. 

The mer winds his way through the water to the little cave he has to sleep in, slipping into the soothing, safer dark space set apart from the otherwise constant light. 

Alone, the mer curls around one of the real things, a soft ball of sea moss that he can hold. He wraps his arms around it and buried his face in its softness. In its tiny spaces he can almost smell the wilder waters he knows must still be out there somewhere, beyond the invisible wall around his little sea, outside and far away from this stone place surrounding him. To the edge of land where it meets the big water, where his pod - somewhere - swims free. 

He may never see them again - but he knows they are out there. 

He wishes the Bahram would play.

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[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumper was blackmailing the caretaker, promising the whumpee’s safety as long as they did everything the whumper told them to do. Most of the time, it involved retrieving important information, which the caretaker always struggled to comply to, but usually a video of the whumpee being tortured and crying for help pushed them in the right direction. The whumper just enjoyed it. they either physically tortured someone, or psychologically tortured the other- a win win for them.

[whumpshaped]

@bobtheskeleton asked:

What about... A whumpee turned whumper and their whumpee being the caretaker?

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tw whumpee turned whumper, caretaker turned whumpee, manipulation, emotional blackmail, past trauma

“Don’t you want me to get better?” Whumpee asked with a terrifyingly sweet smile on their face, and Caretaker took a step backwards. “You know all about what I have gone through. All the torture… All the humiliation… All that pain and misery…”

“Whumpee,” they breathed, taking another step away from their… friend. “Of course I want you to get better. And I’m really sorry that you’ve gone through so much–”

“You’re not really sorry. It’s not your fault, of course, you can’t really empathise unless you’ve gone through it yourself. And you can’t really help me unless you know what it feels like.” They continued closing the distance between them, and Caretaker was soon backed up against the wall. Cornered. “If you want to help me get better, I think you need to learn to empathise.”

“Whumpee, I have so much empathy for you, that’s not how empathy works–”

“Why are you being so condescending to me?” Whumpee asked with a pout. 

“I’m– I’m not– I’m being desperate, you’re scaring me–” 

Caretaker cut themself off and pressed back against the wall even more when Whumpee grabbed something off the top of the drawers next to them, especially when they realised it was a pretty heavy vase, something they’d used to joke was a self-defence weapon. Whumpee wasn’t going to hit them with that, were they? They weren’t going to seriously harm them… right?

“You’re being condescending. I know what empathy is. I know big words, contrary to what Whumper liked to preach. I’m not actually a dumb pet. Or did you believe that too? Maybe the people who haven’t been victims of such a thing can only ever agree with the perpetrator, deep down.”

Caretaker’s heart was hammering in their chest as they watched Whumpee play with the vase and try out different grips, as if seeing which would be best if they were to use it as a torture instrument. “Of course you’re not a dumb pet,” they whispered. “Whumpee, I love you. I would never agree with someone who has done something so heinous. If you’re not satisfied with the way I’ve been treating you, we can talk about it, you can vent all your frustration, I’ll listen. I’ll try to do better.”

“You can’t do better without first-hand experience. That’s what I keep telling you, and see? You’re not listening.”

“I am! I am listening, I just– I disagree–”

Whumpee cocked their head to the side. “You disagree. I’m telling you what I need to get better, and you disagree. You think you’re a lot smarter than me, don’t you? You think you know better, as an unbiased, outside observer. You don’t think I could actually know what’s best for me.”

“Knocking me out is not good for anyone. Please. I can help you so much better when I’m conscious, I promise.”

Whumpee seemed to at least consider that sentiment. Caretaker didn’t even breathe as they waited for the verdict. Would they be knocked out, tied up, held captive, and tortured? Would they not? Their stomach was in knots as they thought about all the messed up shit they knew Whumpee had gone through, and all the additional things they could’ve kept secret. What would happen to them if Whumpee got their way? If Whumpee were to teach them empathy?

“Will you call the police on me if I put this down?” Whumpee asked eventually, nodding towards the vase in their hand.

“No. No. I just want to talk. Just the two of us. Please. We’re friends, aren’t we? We can just talk.”

“See, I would’ve called the cops at the first opportunity that arose when I was with Whumper.” Whumpee lifted the vase above their head, ready to strike. “You need to understand that sort of desperation.”

[painsandconfusion]

Could you do a prompt list for whumpy things that happen in crowds or dances or something? Places with a lot of people.

Only if you want!

Thank you!!

Public Whump

Hidden injuries and subtle threats, beloved. [Prompts Masterpost]

Shock collar hidden under a turtleneck or a scarf.

Whumper pressing a knife to Whumpee’s side under their coat.

“Shhhhh…someone could hear those little whimpers.”

Whumpee drinking way too much to try to cover up their nerves.

Whumper’s grip a bit too tight on Whumpee’s arm as they guide them through the crowd.

“Careful. If you attract attention, someone has to die. You don’t want that on your conscience, do you?”

Whumpee feeling a needle stab into their thigh and retract again just as fast, spinning around in a circle, desperately staring at people around them in the subway - completely unable to tell who it was that just drugged them.

“Please- I c-I ca-ant go back-”

Whumper’s protective arm around Whumpee’s shoulders as Whumpee’s head leans against the cool bus window. Whumper tugging them closer to lean on their shoulder instead.

“You know the drill. Easy way or hard way?”

Whumpee forced not to limp on a sprained or broken ankle.

Whumpee quickly and subtly brushing away a tear that’s slipped down their cheek, shaky smile covering the slipup barely.

Desperately trying to keep their hands from shaking. There will be hell to pay if Whumper sees them showing signs of fear right now.

“Don’t bother. You’d be dead on the ground before you got that far.”

Whumper's hand on Whumpee's thigh under the table. Possessive and controlling. Squeezing or pinching when Whumpee ventures a little too close to saying something wrong.

Whumpee’s phone burning in their pocket; begging to be used. Whumpee doesn’t dare try it.

“You’re going to walk quietly next to me to the parking lot, and you’re going to get in the car. You’re going to be quiet and good for me - right?”

Whumper tapping a needle lightly against Whumpee’s neck when they’re being too loud - a silent threat.

“Don’t struggle. It’s pathetic.”

[Prompts Masterpost]

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As always, lmk if you want to be added or removed from any tag lists!

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

Thinking about a speedster (or anyone who can make themselves intangible) whumpee being forced to phase into their own restraints

[inky-the-artist]

cw: captivity, interrogation, fake threats, bluffing, blackmail, caretaker whump

whumpee held in an interrogation room, and their interrogator is showing them photos of the caretaker - tied up, blindfolded and gagged, drenched in blood.

the whumpee's stomach churns, and they don't know what to do. the information being asked of them is strictly classified, and they're being forced to choose between letting caretaker get hurt and betraying their team.

but in their distress, they don't notice how all the pictures are blurry and caretaker is always in motion - being dragged away, doubling over or bearing their restraints, and their face is never visible. little do they know, the people they were taken by barely know who caretaker is, they just have someone vaguely similar to them in their ranks.

as a bonus, options for an aftermath:

if whumpee tells the interrogator what they want to know, they get their team into trouble, practically for nothing.

but if they don't tell them anything, they have to live with the guilt of letting caretaker get hurt.

[rizzoto-whump]

The next day, when Whumper went to Whumpee's office, they smiled smugly, saying, "You have no idea what I found yesterday."

Whumpee, taken by surprise, just looked at them curiously. "I beg your pardon, Whumper?"

"Yeah, about that tape, Whumpee," They continued, treading a thin line between friendliness and menace.

Whumpee's face paled, their eyes widened with fear. Whumper smirked and took out their phone, showing a still from the video. "Now, I don't want this to get out, Whumpee. And I'm sure you don't either."

"And? What is it you want?" Whumpee's voice quivered with fear.

Whumper leaned in closer, their voice husky with desire. "I want you."

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 3 Blackmail (alternate)

TW/CW: Creepy/intimate Whumper, blackmail (duh), threats towards loved ones, knife, start of torture (fading into black), paranoia Words: 771

Maybe it had been a mistake to get take away today of all times. One of her favourites. Before she could even sit down the loud electronical ding-dong of the doorbell over tuned the series she was watching. What was going on? Did her mother come back early from her trip anyway? Wouldn’t make sense, she said she’d stay with her friend for the night. And her brother was in ‘Graubünden’. The hairs on her whole body stood up but she walked in the dark room towards the door. There she carefully peaked through the windows in the door and saw Adam. She gulped and as much as it terrified her to do so she unlocked and opened the door. “What are you doing here?”

Adam took a step towards her, now nearly standing on the edge of the door. Just felt like popping in, I hope I didn’t annoy anybody?”, he inquired innocently, even though he of course already knew the answer.

“Only me, the other’s aren’t here right now.”

“I see…” Adam’s grin grew predatory “So? How are Sam and Dean doing?”

Lyra froze. How did he know that?! The thought that he really could read her mind flashed in her brain but she tried to ignore it. With a, as she hoped, secure grin she replied: “They’re not living ‘la vida-loca’ right now.”

“To be honest are they ever?”

“Eeeeeeh, no, not really.”

Adam smirked and took another step, now he was in the house. “You should close the door, who knows who could come in in the middle of the night.”

“Like you, for example.”, Lyra whispered under her breath. She stared at him for a moment more, then closed the door behind him, drenching them both in darkness again. Turning on her heels she walked back to the dinner table and sat down. Doing her best to ignore him.

Adam followed her casually and watched as she turned off her headphones and ranked the volume on her laptop up. Now he could hear Sam talk to Ruby and Dean about Lilith. But his focus was set on Lyra who now uncovered a plastic package with sushi rolls from a cardboard bag. He caught up to her and stood behind her chair, waiting. After a few moments Lyra sighed and paused her series.

“You have something to say?”, she asked.

“Oh no, no, I wouldn’t want to disturb your meal. It’s good that you’re eating. Even if it’s not much.”

“Huh. Alright. Well sushi is actually quite filling.”, she threw in and then took the chopsticks into her right hand and started eating.

Adam reached over her shoulder, relishing in the tiny flinch that caused and pressed the space bar on Lyra’s laptop. Continuing the play of the series. As she was about halfway through her sushi Adam began to speak again: “So, how’s your mental health been recently?”

Lyra froze at the question; rainbow roll halfway to her mouth. “It’s been normal, I guess.”

“I see, I see. Talk to anybody nice recently?”

Her breath stopped. He couldn’t possibly know that she wanted to talk to best friend about it. Right?! She tried to force the shaking out of her voice as she answered: “I mean, some teachers, classmates, a friend.”

“Would be a shame if they got to hear more than what’s healthy for them, right?”, Adam put a hand on Lyra’s shoulder.

“And what exactly would too much be, hm? The fact that you torture me?”

“Just know, they are very easy to take out. And for the torture part, well the way I know her she wouldn’t last long, don’t you agree? Oh but I’m sure she would break beautifully.”

“You’re bluffing.”

“Am I? I swung by her house earlier, dropped something off. Maybe you should check in with her in a few days.”

Lyra paled. “You-you can’t be serious. You wouldn’t do that.”

Adam chuckled darkly: “And why is that hm? I have no trouble keeping you quiet. Just keep in mind what I told you and nobody has to suffer.”

“Nobody but me.”

“See it that way”-Adam pulled out a knife and rested the blade against Lyra’s throat-“If you do it somebody else won’t have to. Now how about we get up and upstairs, wouldn’t want the neighbours to see what’s next, right?”

Lyra was too stunned to resist so she just stood up and let Adam guide her, still with his blade against her windpipe.

On the table the credits of the episode ran out and the last two sushi rolls stayed abandoned on the plate. Nobody would finish them tonight.

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud

[knittedeyebrowsandcardigans]

Ok so finger whump (or anything really I'm just vibin' here)

"You can have your bones back when you've been good"

Whumper takes out a bone and says they'll give it back after [insert condition] has been met

Can be as clinical/sterile or messy/diy as ya like 🩻🧑‍⚕️ 🧑‍🔧🔨

[in-love-with-writing-whump]

Prompt: Dealing With the Devil:

TW: BLACKMAIL, DURESS, STRONG LANGUAGE, MENTIONS OF SA (CP/CSA)

Whumpee sat in the interrogation room, hands cuffed to the metal table. A, the morally corrupt police captain, sat down across from them, brandishing a box with Whumpee's name scrawled on the sides.

"Is that supposed to scare me? We both know that box doesn't have anything of note in it. I'm innocent."

A smirked at Whumpee's words. "Maybe of this charge. But I'd hardly call you innocent."

A opened the box, pulling out a singular envelope. Whumpee's eyes widened. Their muscles tensed. Throat tightened. Mouth dried out.

A unsealed the envelope pulling out the DVD. "I know Whumper and his crew made this. How old were you then? Fifteen? Sixteen?"

Whumpee's fingernails dug into their palms. "How did you get that? I shattered those DVDs years ago."

A didn't deign to respond. "Here's how it's going to go, Whumpee. You can go to jail for a murder you didn't commit, and I can play this little DVD for the inmates while you're being transferred so they know *exactly* what you are. Or, you can do me a favor and walk away free of all charges."

Whumpee's eyes burned with the beginnings of tears. "What do you want?"

A smiled. Good. That was the answer they were hoping for.

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee’s team is constantly getting videos of the whumpee’s torture, and no matter how hard they try they can’t track down the whumper. The whumper themselves mock the team whenever they get close enough for them to notice, and after that the torture gets worse.

[mitsmebinch]

Leverage 2

Leverage 1

“Do it,” the intruder threw her recovered stash at Remmy’s head.

“Let me see Medi,” Remmy growled, shoving it away.

“Jason first.”

“You’ll get jack shit from me until I see her.”

“I could just kill her?” The intruder laughed.

“Like I said,” Remmy snapped, glaring daggers, “Jack. Fucking. Shit. Let me see Medi.”

The intruder stared back at her for a while, before finally sighing. “Hey,” he called into the living room of the cabin. “Bring her in here.”

Remmy’s face paled as Medi was dragged into the kitchen and shoved into the seat across from her. Her eye had swelled shut, bruises reaching from her forehead to her chin from where the man had kicked her. Blood from where the taser had been shoved into her neck was slowly drying into the collar of her sweatshirt.

“Medi…” Remmy leaned across the table.

“Work,” the intruder barked.

Remmy gritted her teeth, reaching for the bag as she kept her eyes trained on Medi. She was still crying and shaking, unable to raise her head to look at Remmy as she pulled the code book and burner phone from the bag.

“Medi,” Remmy again tried to get her partner’s attention.

“Enough,” the intruder finally snapped, pulling a knife from a block and pressing it against Medi’s neck. “You can work, or I can cut her throat.”

“... Fine.” Remmy growled, quickly dialing in the phone number she knew by heart. Her heart thumped erratically as it rang on the line.

“Remmy?”

She frowned for a moment. “... Hey Jason.”

The intruder gestured at her with his knife, mouthing the word “Speaker”.

She made a face, but pulled the phone away from her ear to hit the speaker button.

“Why are you calling me?”

Remmy laughed under her breath, trying to keep her answer natural. “I need a favor.”

“Must be a big one.”

“... Yeah. I…” I looked across the table at her partner once more, nose prickling. “I wanted to tell Medi about you. About what I used to do.”

“Why?”

“I want to marry her,” Remmy answered, wincing as Medi perked up slightly. “Without hiding the rest of my life.”

Jason remained silent.

“I just wanted to have her meet you,” Remmy continued. “I mean… if you want to come to my wedding, I wouldn’t be mad.”

“... Are we close enough for me to come to your wedding?” he asked, his voice cold.

“We used to be.” Again, there was no response from Jason. “So, where would be a good place to meet?”

“Where are you right now?”

The intruder shook his head.

“I can meet you in Perrshow,” Remmy answered fluidly. “There’s a bar in town I bet you’d like called Owen’s.”

“Now you’re speaking my language,” Jason laughed. “Sure, why not. I’ll be free in a week.”

Remmy looked up at the intruder, only answering once he nodded. “Next Friday then?”

[rizzoto-whump]

Mei /Méi/ - the 5th month of the Common Era (31 days).

TW: Noncon, blackmail

James' days were pretty mundane, just going through the motions of teaching over and over again. But then, out of the blue, a transfer student from a distant land arrives and brings James' past into the spotlight. And here's the kicker—he's got some sort of ulterior motive in mind. It's definitely stirred things up and got James wondering what he's after.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46755151?view_full_work=true

[amonthofwhump]

It's that time of year again! AMonthOfWhump's Winter Whumperland event runs from December 1-12, with a collection of prompts for your inspiration each day. To participate, create in any medium and share your works on Tumblr. Use the event tags or @ us in your post to get reblogged here. Prompt list transcript, tagging info, and a free-to-use post header under the cut.

1: Santa Claus

Claustrophobia

Forced Celebration

Panic Attack

Comfort: Secret Santa Exchange

2: Krampus

Sensory Overload

Temptation

Whipping

Comfort: Decorating Cookies

3: George Bailey

"We've lost everything we have."

Disowned

Drowning

Comfort: Christmas Market

4: The Grinch

Sedatives

Blackmail

Yandere Whumper

Comfort: Ugly Sweater Party

5: Ebenezer Scrooge

Power Outage

Time Loop

Overworked Whumpee

Comfort: Snuggling by the Fire

6: Jack Frost

Post-apocalyptic Winter

Amnesia

Comfort turned to Fear

Comfort: Snowball Fight

7: Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer

Inhuman Whumpee

Exile

Self-sacrifice

Comfort: You’re Not Alone

8: John Mclane

Held Hostage

Russian Roulette

Forced to Watch

Comfort: Rescue

9: Jólakötturinn

Feral Whumpee

Left Behind

Collared

Comfort: Wiping the Other’s Tears Away

10: Tio de Nadal

Conditioning

Left to Die

Final Countdown

Comfort: Holiday Traditions

11: The Yule Goat

Branding

Stitches

Public Whump

Comfort: Trimming the Tree

12: Elf on the Shelf

Trapped

Bedside Vigil

Used as bait

Comfort: Mistletoe (or avoiding it)

Event Tags: #amow winter whumperland 2023, #day1, #claustrophobia, (tag the prompt you're using)

And lastly, here is a post header to use for the event if you like. Happy whumping!

[whumpster-dumpster]

Do you have any prompts for older sibling whump?

Sure, here are a few!

Having nightmares about losing their younger sibling(s)

Trading themself to the enemy for the younger's freedom

Stressing/overworking themself to take care of the younger

Parent(s) favoring the younger and neglecting the older's needs

Younger Sibling shocked to see Older Sibling cry for the first time

Older Sibling weakly giving Younger instructions on first aid for them

Whumper blackmailing them by threatening their younger sibling(s)

Throwing themself in front of a blow that was meant for the younger

Younger trying to use the same comfort techniques Older always uses for them

"You told me you were okay! You lied to me! Why?" "I'm your big sibling. It's my job to be okay."

Sibling rivalry escalates too far. Now Younger's actually hurt Older Sibling and is scrambling to fix it

Whumper forcing Younger Sibling to torture the older, Older tries to keep a brave face and assure them they can take it

Younger pranking Older Sibling with something they fear and realizes it's too far when Older totally panics/breaks down

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

The Grand A-Z List of Whump 1/3

This list contains ~290 items listed A to H

As always, I heavily encourage people to research topics thoroughly when writing. Whump is generally a 'dead dove' sort of topic, however it is important to avoid stereotypes/misinformation. This lists intention is to not glorify/romanticise sensitive topics in any way.

This part one-of-three comprehensive lists of injuries, Illnesses and tropes - including those from the Whumptober 2023 trope vote!

All submissions are listed in italics, and those who wanted to be tagged will be included at the end. If you have any more submissions: please send them via DM/my ask box.

[I-Q] [R-Z] [NSFW List]

List below the cut:

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"I don't need your help."

"I'm doing this to make you better"

"I'm fine, take care of them!"

“I’m Fine”

"Kill me instead"

"Let me in."

"Look at me."

"Should I know you?"

"Take me instead."

(No) Anaesthetic

A

A Good Ol' Sickfic

Abandoned

Abdominal Pain

Aching Wounds

Acne

Adrenaline Crash

Adrift (in space/at sea)

Agoraphobia

Airsickness

Alien abduction

Allergies

Alopecia

Ambulance Ride

Ambush

Amnesia/memory loss

Amputations

Anaemia

Anesthesia

Angina (Heart condition that causes pain)

Animal Attack/Bite

Ankle Sprain

Anthrax

Anxiety/Anxiety attack(s)

Aphasia

Appendicitis

Arrested

Arthritis

Asking for help

Asphyxiation

Assumed Dead

Asthma/Asthma Attack

Auctions

Autoimmune disease

Avalanches

B

Backache

Bad Caretakers

Bandaged Head

Banished

Barbed Wire

Bear trap

Beaten up by ex-friends

Beaten with blunt object (i.e, bat or pipe)

Beatings

Bedrest

Bedside Vigil/Hospital Vigil

Begging

Betrayed by close friend/team/family

Bites (Animal, Bug, Human….)

Biting

Black Eye

Blackmail

Bleeding Out

Bleeding Through

Bandages

Blindfolded

Blindness (this could be temporary or permanent)

Blisters

Blood Loss

Blood Poisoning

Bloodied Knuckles

Bloodstains/blood trail

Bloody handprints

Bloody nose

Blunt force trauma

Blurred vision

Body modification

Body Sharing

Body Switching

Bounty on their head

Brain Damage

Brainwashing

Breakdowns

Breathless

Bridal Carry

Broken Bones (Ribs, Arm, Leg)

Broken Nose

Broken Promises

Bronchitis

Bruises

Building Collapse

Bullet Removal

Bumpy roads jarring injuries

Buried Alive

Burning Building

Burns/Scalding

Busted kneecap

C

Cancer

Caning

Capgras syndrome/delusion (belief that someone close to/important to the person has been replaced by an imposter)

Capsulitis

Captivity

Captured

Car chases (and maybe a car crash)

Carbon monoxide poisoning

Cardiac Arrest

Caretaker has to “play nice” with whumper.

Caretaker has to hurt whumpee while undercover.

Caretaker sacrificing something dear to them to get something the whumpee needs.

Caretaker turned Whumpee

Caretaker-whumper who's a parental whumper. But their "love" is not real love. Or even right treatment.

Carsickness

Cataracts

Catatonia

Caught in a fire

Caught in an explosion

Cauterization

Cave In

Cavity

Celebrity whump (exploitation in the music/movie industries…)

Chaffing from ropes/handcuffs/shackles

Chained/Shackled

Checking for injuries

CHF - congestive heart failure

Chicken Pox

Chills

Chloroform

Choking

Chronic pain

Claustrophobia

Cleaning wounds alone

Cold/Flu,

Collapsed Lung

Collapsing (into someone’s arms is usually nice, bonus points for cradling their head as they lower the whumpee to the floor)

Collapsing after they win

Collapsing/Fainting/Passing Out

Collars

Coma

Comfort after a nightmare

Common cold

Completely betrayed by their own team

Complications

Concussion

Confusion

Constipation

Constricted Airways

COPD - Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease makes breathing increasingly more difficult.

Corporal Punishment

Corset too tight and won’t unbutton

Coughing

Coughing Up Blood

CPR

Cramps

Crikes (intubation through neck)

Crush injury

Crying

Cuddle pile

Curses

Cuts/Grazes

Cutting off hair (more of an emotional hurt)

Cyanide poisoning

D

Damaged Larynx/Vocal Cords

De-aging

Deathbed Confessions (don’t have to actually die and stay dead, just the threat of dying)

Defeat

Defenestration (throwing out a window)

Dehydration

Deja Vu

Delirium (bonus points for this being drug/ fever induced)

Deluded whumper/thinking they’re helping the whumpee

Dengue Fever

Denial

Depression

Dermatitis

Diabetes (type 1 and 2)

Diarrhea

Diseases ('mystery' diseases are the best kind)

Dislocations

Disorientation

Disowned by Family

Displaced hip

Dissociation

Distress call

Dizziness

Dragged Away

Dream sequence

Driving to the hospital with a whumpee slumped barely-conscious in the seat of the car

Drowning

Drunkenness

E

Ear Infection

Edema (swelling from build up of fluid)

EKG

Electrical Burns

Electrical shock

Electrocution

Emergency field surgery

Emergency Surgery

Emotional angst

Emotional manipulation

Endometriosis

Enemy to Caretaker

Energy Drain

Environmental whump

ER

Execution

Exes reunited with one wanting a relationship and the other just wanting friendship.

Exhaustion

Experimentation

Exposure

Extreme Weather

Eye injury

F

Facing Phobias

Failed Escape

Failure to thrive

Fainting

Fainting (but also fainting aftermath) / Fainting due to lack of sleep, food, or overworking fainting from exhaustion

Falling

Falling for Caretaker/Whumpee/Whumper

Falling Through Ice

Fatigue/Exhaustion

Fever

Fibromyalgia (Chronic Pain)

Field medicine

Fighting (while injured)

Financial difficulty faced + how whumper might take advantage of that + how caretaker handles everything (well/badly)

Finding your loved one dead without explanation but thinking they’re still alive.

Fireman's carry

Flare ups

Flashbacks

Flinching away

Flu

Food Poisoning

Forced to... (Break out, Choose, Hurt, Kneel, Scream, Watch)

Forehead kisses

Forgotten by team

Foul-tasting medicine

Found family

Found unconscious

Fracture (Arm, Hyoid bone etc)

Freezing / cold whump

Friendly Fire

Frostbite

G

Gagged/Muzzled

Gangrene infection

Gaslighting

Gas (noxious, poisonous etc)

Gastritis

Glass (shards, debris etc)

Grief

Gunshot Wound

H

Hair Pulling/Cutting/Matting/Stroking

Hallucinations

Hanahaki

Handcuffs

Handgag

Hard ground

Haunted

Hay Fever

Head injuries/concussion

Head trauma

Headache/Migraine

Heart Palpitations

Heartburn

Heat Exhaustion

Heatstroke

Heavy metal poisoning

Held at gunpoint/knifepoint/weapon point

Hematohidrosis (Sweating blood)

Hemophilia/Hematophilia (Blood unable to clot)

Haemothorax

Hernia

Hidden Illness/Injury/Scar/Medical Issues

Hiding

High Blood Pressure

High Fever (like dangerously high)

High Pain Tolerence

Hit by a car

Home Sickness

Hospital Codes

Hostage Situation

House burnt down

Huddling for Warmth

Human Shield

Human Weapon

Hunger

Hungover

Hunted for Sport

Hurt no comfort

Hyperalgesia,

Hypermobility

Hyperventilating

Hypo/Hyperthermia

Hypo/Hyperthyroidism

Hypoglycemia

Hypotension/ Hypertension

Hypoxia

TAG LIST: Thank you very much to the following people for submitting ideas! (I apologise if some tags did not work, I'm not sure why tumblrs not letting me tag you!)

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