NB Whump

N.B. Lover whump/comfort. Welcome!!

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Relax

I had fun writing this one, I got the idea for it from a tumblr post I can't find anymore but I hope you enjoy it! I wrote it on my tablet so the formatting is a little weird, but I just had to write it down asap!

Hero made sure the ropes binding Villain to the chair were secure. It wasn't like they were going anywhere, they didn’t have any superpowers- just some gadgets and a lot of nerve.

“Are you going to call the authorities?” Villain asked.

Hero's finger hovered over Chief’s number.

“Yes. And this time they're going to make sure you of trouble.”

“Of course they will.”

Hero glared at Villain, who smiled politely.

“But, you know, I was having such a nice time with you this evening,” they went on, “it would be a shame to cut it short.”

“Would it though?”

Villain chuckled. Hero ignored the way their heartrate picked up. So Villain had a pretty laugh. They were still a deranged criminal mind. Hero made the call. It was a brief conversation, and soon enough Hero was pocketing their phone.

“You seem tense,” Villain noted.

“Hm.”

“And you’re pacing.”

“Hm.”

“And your face has that little crease it makes when you're stressed.”

Hero rounded on Villain.

“Well maybe I wouldn't be so stressed if you would learn to keep your hands to yourself!”

“Are you saying I'm handsy?” Villain smirked.

Hero could just feel their cheeks turning pink.

“That's not what I meant and you know it! I was referring to the fact that you keep stealing stuff! Stuff you can’t possibly have a use for! Quantum colliders, red energy batteries, a gumball machine, and a temperature-gun! Not to mention all the money!”

Ice crystals had started for form on Hero's fingertips, they were so worked up. Villain spoke again, calm as ever.

“I do have my needs for them, but I won’t argue with you right now. Not when you need to relax.”

Hero stared at them with an incredulous look. That was when something peculiar happened. Hero could've sworn they saw a red glint in Villain's eyes.

“Listen to yourself. So stressed, so tense. Wouldn't it be better to just relax?”

The ice crystals on their fingertips receded back under their skin. Hero tilted their head. Their heart wasn't thumping out of their chest anymore, and the atmosphere in the room felt calmer for some reason.

“Why don't you sit down? We can have a relaxing chat.”

Villain nodded to a chair in the corner of the room. Hero’s legs carried them to it, and before they knew it, they had pulled it over to Villain and sat down opposite them.

“Good. Very good. Isn't that better? You can release the tension in your shoulders and relax. Relax.”

Hero felt the stiffness in their body melt out of them. Their hands were limp at their sides. Villain was saying something else, but their mind was going blank. Still, their subconscious seemed to pick up on every word. Hero could feel themselves sinking into their chair.

…

“Good job, Hero.”

Villain gazed at their hero fondly. Their jaw had gone slack and their eyes stared at nothing. A tinge of red glinted in them.

Villain spoke into an earpiece.

“You can come in now. I’ve got them settled.”

Villain's team came slinking into the room. Sidekick from the window, Henchman from the back door, and Vigilante from a hole in the roof.

Henchman removed the ropes binding Villain to the chair, while Vigilante put a hand on Hero's shoulder. Sidekick waved a hand in front of the crime-fighter's face.

“Man, they're on a whole other planet right now, huh?”

“Lightyears away, I'd imagine,” Villain said, adjusting their gloves.

Villain approached Hero. They crouched down to their side and whispered into their ear.

“Sleep.”

Villain snapped their fingers, and Hero was out like a light. Villain caught them as they slumped forward and lifted them into a bridal carry.

“All this just to get alone with them,” Vigilante shook their head.

“Ah, you wouldn't understand,” Villain sighed, “we have a thing going, Hero and I. They just need some help getting to where I'm at.”

The villain team filed out of the abandoned building. Henchman got behind the wheel of a sleek, black vehicle. Vigilante got in the passenger seat, while Villain and Sidekick slid into the back. Villain lay Hero across them, their head in their lap and their ankles over Sidekick’s.

“Let's go home,” Villain said, stroking Hero's hair.

The car rumbled to life, driving off into the night just as Chief and their officers arrived at the old building.

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[whumpypepsigal]

The Outfit (2022): “The Wound Needs To Be Sealed. We Have To Stop This Bleeding.”

[PART 1] [PART 2]

[whumpypepsigal]

Hudson & Rex s01e01: “I'm Going To Need You To Stand Up Against That Wall.”

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Sick, Stubborn Hero

“Soon, Hero, your precious city will be in my total control” Villain monologued, “And there’s nothing you can do to- are you okay?”

Hero was swaying on their feet. Their face looked flushed, and their eyes were glazed over. Their nose was red, and they seemed to be fighting back a cough.

“Did you seriously come out to fight me while you were sick!?” Villain demanded.

“I-I couldn’t just not show” Hero sniffled, “I know you worked hard on this monologue.”

Villain sighed in disbelief

“Honestly,” Villain said, “how do you expect to take care of an entire city if you can’t even take care of yourself?”

“I do take care of myself!” Hero argued hoarsely, “I took cold medicine this morning. I know I might look bad but I’m fine.”

“You’re starting to shiver” Villain noted, “that’s it, this fight is off. You’re coming with me.”

“What!?” Hero cried.

“You heard me,” Villain retorted, “This is clearly more than a cold, and if you don’t come willingly, I’ll turn this into a kidnapping.”

Hero sighed in resignation. They really shouldn’t have sighed though, as the action released a string of wet coughs. They really did look pitiful.

“This isn’t necessary!” Hero protested weakly.

“I’ll give you to the count of three, Hero,” Villain warned, “One…”

“But Villain!”

“Two”

“I swear I’m fine”

“Three.”

Villain pulled a small device out of their pocket. It looked like a small tranquilizer gun.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Villain shrugged.

“Villain, can we talk about this!?”

But it was too late. Villain had already pulled the trigger and the needle had pierced Hero’s skin. Hero tried to pull it out, but they could barely lift their arm. The rooftop started spinning, Hero could feel themselves falling. They saw a blur rush toward them and felt something lowering them to the ground slowly. Before the world went dark, hero could just make out Villain’s face.

“If you won’t take care of yourself,” they said, “I suppose I’ll have to do it for you.”

With that, Villain scooped Hero up in a bridal carry and leapt from the rooftop into the night.

Part 2

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Undercover Hero: part 2

Part 1

Part 2

Hero woke up slowly. They didn’t know how, but they were moving somewhere. They looked up and saw an unfortunately familiar face.

“Ah ah,” Supervillain said, “go back to sleep. We’re not home yet.”

Hero felt a prick in their neck, and they slowly drifted back to the unconscious world they came from.

The next time Hero woke up, they weren’t moving anymore. In fact, as they tried and failed to sit up, it was safe to say that they couldn’t move at all. They turned their head to the side and found Supervillain staring right at them.

“Comfortable?” Supervillain asked, their head tilted to the side.

Honestly? Yes, Hero had to admit. When they woke up, they were expecting to be on an operating table in a torture room, but now, after taking a proper look around, they found themselves in a very cozy bed in an even cozier room.

“I, uh…” Hero tried to speak, but all that came out was garbled gibberish.

Supervillain put a finger to Hero’s lips.

“It’s alright,” Supervillain said, “I wouldn’t expect you to be able to answer yet. You must have a high metabolism; I don’t usually have to drug people twice.”

Twice, Hero thought, what are they going on about? I only remember being hit once.

Hero, feeling slightly more alert now, tried to sit up again, but their efforts yielded the same results as last time. In other words, they still couldn’t move.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re struggling.” Supervillain said, “But I think you’ll find it a better use of your energy if you don’t struggle and just try to rest for now.”

Supervillain gestured to the comforter that was draped over Hero.

“Weighted blanket.” They explained, “and, no, not the kind used for anxiety disorders. This is a more personal innovation. It weighs just enough to restrain someone without hurting them. Unless you have super strength, I suppose.”

Hero was finding it rather difficult to listen, whatever Supervillain had drugged them with was taking an awfully long time to wear off. Supervillain seemed to notice this and laughed softly.

“Oh, don’t let me bore you, little Hero,” Supervillain said, “you still look rather drowsy, and I’d hate to ruin your impromptu beauty sleep. We’ll have a nice little chat when you’re fully awake.”

Supervillain stood up and opened the bedroom door to leave. When they closed it, Hero heard a soft click!

Elsewhere in the city, Other Hero scrambled to find their missing friend. If they had just looked outside their base’s window, they would have seen a light on in a nearby apartment penthouse, and the sleeping form of a missing hero.

[whumping-to-conclusions]

When Whumper is holding a chloroform-soaked rag over Whumpee’s nose and Whumpee is struggling and thrashing in their grip until finally you see them go limp in Whumper’s arms as the drug takes hold… reblog if you agree

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Whump prompt

TW// needles, non con drugging

“Shh..” Villain murmured, as they slid the syringe carefully into a vein in the hero's arm. “This will all be over soon.”

[whatgoeswhumpinthenight-deactiv]

[of-wounds-and-woes]

When they unconsciously reach out for comfort... ugh!

Forever My Girl (2018)

[anguishmacgyver]

lest they fall into d a r k n e s s

[aliceinwhumperland]

When the caretaker pulls the cap off a needle (the longer the better) and fills it and the whumpee’s eyes grow wider, or start to shift away from it nervously asking: “what’s that for?”

[beatenbruisedandbloody]

[whumpty-dumpty]

Damien S01E06

[impuremetals]

‘Can you stand?’ A asked. B nodded shakily, trying to pull themselves to their feet.

Just as soon as they managed to get upright, their knees buckled. B’s vision went blurry as they tried to grab the wall, or anything, really, to stop them from-

A catches them before they hit the ground, helping B sit back down. ‘S-sorry,’ B stutters. ‘I-’

‘It’s okay.’ A slips a hand under B’s legs and another behind their back and picks them up easily. ‘It’s okay, I’ve got you.’

[toomuchponytail]

Whumptober #3

The hero had collapsed, completely folded in front of them, at least they’d had the decency for their eyes to go wide and terrified before rolling back in their head. Normally the villain wouldn’t mind a collapsing hero, but this time they’d been almost twenty feet from them, and they hadn’t even fought yet. The Villain rolled their eyes and waited, crossing their arms in front of their body in a show of annoyance, but the hero didn’t get up, they didn’t even move. 

The villain told themselves they weren’t going to go over and see if the hero was alright, they were just going to continue with their plans, but they’d caved when they’d stepped over them to go outside and the hero had whimpered, a small and terrified sound in their throat. They told themselves it wasn’t a pang of empathy that they felt when the hero didn’t resist being turned over, or when the hero startled and tried to get away when they felt the villain’s hands on them, or when they realized that the hero was sick, really sick, their eyes glazed and unfocused, skin flushed and hot. 

They told themselves they’d never help them, even as they lifted the hero into their arms, the hero’s limp head finding a place to rest on the villain’s chest. They told themselves that this was a kidnapping plain and simple, and that it served the hero right for showing up to a fight too weak to stand. They convinced themselves with a little difficulty that it was still an effective kidnapping if you tucked your victim into bed, but they’d never go so far as putting a cool damp cloth on the hero’s face. When they found themselves squeezing water out of a washcloth twenty minutes later as the hero mumbled to themselves they promised that at least they’d never give them sips of ice water like they cared about them. 

But when the hero opened their eyes, fevered and delirious, thinking that the villain was torturing them the villain brought them water to show good faith–but that was why, not because the villain was flooded with compassion when the hero thanked them weakly, or when they leaned into the villain’s touch, relaxing when the cool cloth soothed some of the dizzying heat in their head. 

Of course, they thought with a sneer, they would not be reduced to shushing the hero, telling them that they would be alright, because it would not be alright, they’d gotten themselves kidnapped. But when the hero started crying, writhing on the bed fighting nightmares in real time the villain didn’t hesitate to smooth the hero’s sweaty hair out of their face, shushing them softly. 

“It’s alright,” they whispered, but their voice is too soft to be using on a prisoner, it’s embarrassing, “It’s not real, go back to sleep,” they cleared their throat like that was the problem. 

“They’re here!” The hero insisted slurred, shivering even as their temperature rose, turning panicked eyes to the corner of the empty room. 

“Nobody’s here,” the Villain scoffed, now making a show of not caring, “You’re just hallucinating, it’ll go away when your brain stops cooking itself.” 

The hero tried to shrink further into the bed, away from the dastardly corner, “n-no, Villain is here, th-they’re here t-to stab me ah-again, I-I don’ wanna d-die,” the hero trembled in fear, this absolutely did not send a spike of regret through the antagonist’s chest. It definitely didn’t make their voice soften again, make them gently take the hero’s hot hand in theirs to try and ground them. It was never their intention to make anyone afraid, they’d never dreamed that the hero was afraid of them….

“It’s alright,” they soothed, “I’ll keep them away from you, alright? I’ll keep that bastard away.” 

They didn’t make themselves anymore promises. 

[one-lonely-whumperfly]

🤐 and/or 💉 for mathias?

Mathias woke with a weak groan. The world was spinning, his stomach twisting. He tried to sit up, only to find his body wouldn’t move like he wanted it to. He wasn’t chained down, what could be wrong?

He tried to open his mouth to speak. But, he couldn’t. Something was closed over his mouth and nose, making it nearly impossible to move his mouth even an inch. Fear welled up inside him, and his breathing became rapid and weak.

“Calm down, handsome, or you’ll end up passing out.”

His eyes wandered until he found the source of the voice, unable to move his head. He didn’t recognize the man standing in front of him. He was holding something.

“Relax, now. Maybe you could use some more sleep.”

Something sharp pricked his arm, and he let out a tiny whimper before the world faded to black.

[voidwhump]

Ooh how about some sedation whump or something involving a tranquilizer dart? :) Only if you want of course.

Sorry this took so long! I did enjoy writing it once I got into the swing of things though :)

“What are you doing? Go away!” The whumpee tugged ineffectively against the straps binding them to the chair. 

“You decided not to be cooperative, and this is the consequence. I won’t have you embarrass me again.” The whumper finished filling the syringe, turning to the whumpee with a slight frown. “What, you just thought I’d let you stay down here? This isn’t a very good place to show you off.” 

The whumpee thrashed as their captor approached, needle in hand and a grim smile on their face. 

“Stop it! I don’t want to be shown off! I want to go home!” Their voice cracked on the last exclamation, a few tears escaping them. They didn’t know how long they’d been here, but it felt like so long and they just wanted out. 

“Shhh, you’ll be alright. This isn’t anything painful, just something to keep you still and quiet.” The whumper steadied the chair as their thrashing almost tipped it over. They went still as the needle was placed against their arm, eyes wide and brimming with tears.

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[random-fandom-whump]

MacGyver S02E04