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Never Sleeps I just reblog shit tbh

[lets-play-gwent]

thank you to every single fucking person on this god forsaken site that has ever posted your own art or writing. You really put a vulnerable, important part of yourself out in the open on the hellscape that is the internet and if that isnt an act of bravery and a labor of love I dont know what one is

[yougivemewhumperflies]

Hero Whumper x Collapsing Villain Pt. 4

A longer section, as I accidentally got too attached to this story.

Previous — Beginning

CW: Drug References & Withdrawal (just the beginning, folks). Threatening someone to take medicine. Allusions to violence. Swearing. Hero being a crappy caretaker (until he isn’t). Villain whumpee.

Villain is fine, Hero repeated to himself.

The recovering man continued his Medic-induced sleep, and Hero helped himself to the contents of Medic’s fridge. As much as she was difficult to work with, he had no complaints about her cooking. Two bowls of leftover chicken alfredo later, his stomach swelled happily. He tossed the dishes into the sink.

Too afraid to disturb Medic in her room, he settled on picking through the bookshelf in her study, foiled spines making an impressive first impression. Two titles in, and that impression seized up and died on the side of the road. His lip curled—fae romance junk, dragon romance trash. Vampires with abs on the cover. For someone so intelligent, Medic really degraded herself settling for that kind of entertainment.

At last he found an anatomy textbook stowed away in a desk drawer and hauled it back to the guest room.

The bed Villain laid in was one of two single mattresses in the room, the other about five feet away and separated by a large white nightstand. On the opposite side of the sick bed sat a well-used, gray armchair made of leather. Walls tinted light blue gave off a calming effect, and the ceiling fan spun happily, making a sheer white curtain ripple against the window. Almost exactly as it was a couple years back.

Hero settled in the cushy armchair, finding it just a little surreal and very ridiculous that he was the one now sitting in the caretaker spot. It should be Medic here, not me. He definitely had better things to do than babysit the sick wacko who’d taken super meth just to beat him.

‘Don’t you know why he keeps coming after you?’

Hero glanced at the sleeping man. Young, though not much younger than himself. His dark hair fanned over the pillow, a solid inch tipped bright red like it was dipped into paint. The same bright red marked the mask around his eyes. Not bad looking, even with that strong nose, and not too crazy looking either with his eyes closed. Hero couldn’t remember his eye color, but he could vividly recall the bright-eyed mania that Villain showed up to fights with.

Was he not just crazy?

Anything that Villain may have said about it didn’t come to mind. The guy had tried coming after him some…six…eight months back? Hard to keep know for sure, since villains coming after him wasn’t really that unusual anyway. In fact, it was a normal part of the job. Villains came after him because he was, simply, a hero.

Shaking his head, Hero spread open the anatomy book and picked a chapter that looked approachable enough—the skeletal system. Comfortable, stomach full, and eyes skimming over an infinite amount of words that couldn’t possibly be real, it only took minutes for his eyelids to drag shut.

A soft noise was the first nudge back to consciousness. He ignored it. And then there was another, louder. Awareness crept over him—an ache in his neck, his cheek wet. And that sound, repeating, alerting his mind to wake up and fix it. Okay, okay. Hero opened his eyes, felt a brief spin of disorientation, then centered his attention on Villain.

Dammit.

Whatever peaceful sleep Villain had been enjoying had gone foul. He was curling into himself, lines of pain crinkled around his eyes. The noises were groans. Nostril-filled breaths heavy, sharper.

Discomfort immediately prickled him. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to deal with this. This is not my job. And then Villain’s eyelashes fluttered, and he released a loud, keening moan.

Hero gritted his teeth, but shifted in his chair to lean closer. “…Villain?” He squeaked out.

“Huuurts.” Villain burrowed his face into the pillow, hands coming up to cradle the sides of his skull. He said something else, an unintelligible muffle.

“It…hurts?” Hero tried.

“Mmmm.”

Hero sighed. What was he even supposed to do for a little headache? Give pain-killers? Where were those? How many were okay? Why couldn’t Medic do this?

More irritated than worried, he marched to Medic’s door.

Bang. Bang. Bang. “Hey! You should come out and help Villain! He’s awake now.”

“I told you!” Came her muffled yell. “You take care of him!”

“He looks like he’s in pain!”

“Then give him pain-killers, dumbass!”

His jaw hurt from clenching so hard. “I don’t even know where they are!”

“Figure it out!”

Before his fist put a hole through the wood, Hero wrenched himself back to the guest bedroom. Saw Villain rocking on his side, moaning, knuckles massaging the side of his head. With an exasperated sigh, he started rifling through the nightstand drawer. Eventually found an appropriate pill bottle, retrieved a glass of water, and stood awkwardly in front of Villain’s prone form.

“Um. Hey. Here’s some pills for the pain.”

Villain cracked open an eye, and pain, but more so confusion, was the conveyed response.

“He-ro?” His pupils constricted as he took in the offered pills and water. The space between his eyebrows crinkled. “What…?” Was all he managed before his eyes squeezed shut again, a whimper passing through his lips.

“Come on,” Hero urged, bouncing the palm holding the pills. “Up. Gotta get better so you can kill me, right?”

Eyelids snapped back open, anger flashing like a knife. And then another wave of pain consumed it, and Villain simply buried his face into the pillow. “I hate you,” Hero was pretty sure he mumbled.

“Yeah, well I don’t really like you either,” Hero answered impatiently. “So take this medicine and we can all continue on our merry way.”

Villain didn’t budge, and Hero decided enough was enough. Setting the water and pills on the nightstand, he braced one knee on the bed, gripped Villain under the armpits, and started lifting him up. The man flinched and groaned, but couldn’t escape Hero’s strength-enhanced grip even if he weren’t currently a half-limp noodle. Holding him up with one arm, Hero snatched the pills and poked Villain’s lips with them.

“Don’t make me force you to take these,” he growled.

Heavy-lidded eyes still managed to glow with fury. An arm lifted, shaky and slow, until cold, trembling fingers pushed the pills in. Hero pressed the cup into the same trembling hand—he was not spoon feeding this man or doing anything like it—and watched the cup tip towards his lips. Watched the glass slip from those shaky fingers, then watched as his own fingers failed to stop its fall. It happened like a movie, slow and inevitable. Like it was happening to some other unlucky protagonist forced to care for a loser.

And then there was the unmistakable feel of wet clothes, cold leeching into the skin of his legs. Hero looked down, and sure enough, saw the darkening puddle on his hero suit. And Villain…well he just wore jeans, and they were definitely wet too.

He wanted to scream. Wanted to shove off this idiot and storm home, lighting a couple of Medic’s books on fire on the way out. He nearly did.

Hero shifted, ready to officially dump Villain on the bed and leave it all in Medic’s capable hands. A hitched breath stilled him. Chest tightening, he looked back at Villain. Felt a twist in his heart.

Exhaustion, pain, and humiliation all glistened like a wet, heavy glaze over his eyes. Villain didn’t even move, resigned to his fate. To whatever Hero would inflict on him, because all he knew about Hero was that he punched really hard and got annoyed really easily. And supposedly ignored the whole reason they kept fighting in the first place. It wasn’t Hero’s fault, but still—still—he felt a prick of guilt.

“It’s okay,” he found himself assuring, and took the empty glass off Villain’s lap. Gave him a little squeeze on the shoulder. “It’s okay.”

And against his better judgment, stayed.

tbc

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Taglist: @jumpywhumpywriter @f1shs-b0nes @hiddencowboybarbarian @scoundrelwithboba @whatwhump @stars-hide-our-fires

[tracingthetapestry]

love it when whumpee is high as a kite on painkillers. their brain-to-mouth filter becomes non-existent.

caretaker is by their side, taking care of them as they babble and giggle and cry. caretaker tries not to let the things whumpee says get to them. a more honest idea of what happened to them is horrifying and heart-wrenching.

"oh, this doesn't hurt—" a little giggle, "Before, I had to stay still and. there were, veryyy big needles, and it would make me cry. but then I'd get hurt. more."

"blankets? for me? why? but I won't die if I'm not warm!"

"no, no, let me stay on the floor! please don't hurt me, please, I'll be good, don't tell—" choking on whumper's name, "—please. I'll do anything."

"hey, do you think I'm broken?"

"c'n sl'p?" mumbling drowsily, "y'u c'n thr'w me o'ts'd aft'r!"

caretaker has to endeavour to make their voice gentle and unassuming, their responses soothing. they can't let their anger or their sadness show. they can't.

[survivesurvivingwhump]

Defiant Whumpee who tells Whumper to go fuck themselves, only for Whumper to say "Why fuck myself when I can fuck you instead?"

defiant whumpee tries not to let it show that the comment affected them, but it did. that was the last thing that they were expecting. they’ve been bound to a chair before, this isn’t their first rodeo. but that comment… they didn’t see this coming. they grit their teeth and try to maintain their glare, but whumper sees something that gives them away.

maybe it’s the flex of their jaw. maybe it’s the way their shoulders twitched. maybe it’s the tensing of their muscles. whatever it is, whumper notices. whumper grins and walks closer. hands fall heavily to whumpee’s thighs, gripping tight and rubbing roughly up and down. on maybe the third pass, their hands stop down near whumpee’s knees, dig in bruisingly hard, and force whumpee’s legs open wide.

“oh, did you think i wouldn’t go that far? that i might torture you, but i’d surely never fuck you? well you’re about to learn a real important lesson about who’s in charge, here.”

defiant whumpee struggles, trying to close their legs. there’s no use. they have no leverage, and whumper is able to easily shove between them, their own body holding whumpee’s thighs apart and leaving their hands free to start exploring farther. one cups between whumpee’s legs, groping through their pants, and the other slides up over whumpee’s belly, underneath their shirt.

“what?” whumper asks with a smirk. “lost for words now? don’t have any more brave challenges left?”

[whumpologyy]

Do you have any prompts/dialogue lines for a found family dynamic (specifically childhood friends turned pseudo siblings) where Caretaker and Whumpee reunite after Whumpee had been going through (still ongoing) nsfwhump and there are injuries that need to be treated that Whumpee is afraid to show them? Or they need to talk about what they’ve been through but are hesitant to because they think Caretaker will view them differently?

(Sorry if this is a little unclear, I haven’t submitted a prompt before lmao)

“I can’t believe you’re really here.”

Caretaker’s voice was a little choked in Whumpee’s ear, the way it always was when they were trying not to get too emotional.

Whumpee could barely breathe for how tightly Caretaker was holding them, but it wasn’t an altogether unpleasant feeling.

“I know. Me neither.”

Whumpee closed their eyes against Caretaker’s shoulder. If they could just stay in this moment. This precise moment, being held by their best friend — their sibling, really — where Whumper was finally in safety and Caretaker was in sweet, sweet ignorance.

But then Caretaker leaned back.

They cradled Whumpee's face in their hands.

"We're gonna get you some help, okay? What do you need? What happened?"

Whumpee's chest seized. All they could do was shake their head slowly, stepping back from Caretaker.

"Whumpee. What is it?" Caretaker seemed confused.

“They…hurt me.”

“I know, but we just need to know how to help you, and I don’t see any huge injuries —“

“Caretaker.” Whumpee cut them off, voice imploring, breaking in the middle.

For a moment, Caretaker still looked perplexed. Then their eyes swept over Whumpee, just once -- the raw spots on their neck, the fingertip-shaped bruises, the stilted way they'd walked into the room.

Realization began to dawn on Caretaker’s face, and Whumpee braced themselves. Braced themselves for the expression to merge with disgust, or awkwardness, or distance, or anything that would crush the sibling-type closeness they’d grown into.

But….none of that happened.

If anything, Caretaker just looked sad.

“Hey. You’re still Whumpee. You’re still my Whumpee. You’re still you. And I’m here no matter what.”

And when Caretaker took Whumpee back in their arms, they actually let themselves believe it.

[loreleiloon]

In love with the twisted dynamics of a female whumper and male whumpee. Especially when there's an age gap at play

Nsfw below the cut.

"Are you scared?" Whumper asks, leaning closer, her long nails grazing his front. Whumpee shifts, worming against his bonds, "N-no, but I--I haven't done it recently--" That means he's never done it. Adorable. "I'll show you," she promises. "Don't be so tense." "Okay..." He's already blushing. And she's barely stroked him. "What moves do you like?" Whumpee's hips twist just a little. "Moves? What do you mean?"

"Nevermind, I'll show you." And she leaves a kiss on his shuddering lips. It's the last tender act she'll give him tonight...

[whumpshaped]

vampire whumpee accidentally gets drunk on a drunk persons blood (they found em passed out). maybe they’re newly turned and didn’t even know this was possible. now they’re drunk And confused and maybe even scared about it and caretaker has to care for and comfort them

^ courtesy of @honeycollectswhump in my search for the perfect vampire prompt

content: nonhuman whumpee, vampire whumpee, child whumpee, minor whump, abandonment, betrayal, nonhuman caretaker, vampire caretaker, rocky recovery, comfort, substance use whump (alcohol)

"What... What's going on with me...?" Whumpee stammered. The world was slowly becoming more blurry as their vision spun. They had just taken their first drink after having been turned. The guy was already passed out in the bushes, it was easy prey. But now they were feeling weird.

"Oh dear," someone said from behind them, and Whumpee spun around, almost losing their balance. "You didn't drink from that, did you?"

Another vampire. A strange vampire. A vampire who had likely been a vampire for far longer than Whumpee. An enemy vampire?

"Who are you?" Whumpee barked.

"Don't get your hackles up," the stranger said with a smile. "But seriously, your nose should be better by now. That guy on the ground is blackout drunk. You drank their blood?"

Blackout... Whumpee sniffed the air. They could smell alcohol. How did they not smell it on his blood before?

"How old are you? Have you ever had a shot before? Doesn't look it. But I know looks can be deceiving with our kind."

"I've only been a vampire for a day," Whumpee admitted, embarrassed. They were slurring their words now. Great. They'd never drunk before. They weren't legal. "I'm 17."

"A child," the stranger said with a faraway look in their eyes.

"I'm a vampire nonetheless!" they said, trying to stand their ground and not freak out now that they were drunk and in the company of someone who looked like they'd seen mankind rise and fall.

"I'm not your enemy," they said, and Whumpee could finally relax a little.

"So why are you still here? To laugh at me?"

"I'll help you," they said. "You'd be prime target for hunters like this, inebriated as you are."

Whumpee blinked. "Help?" They... hadn't had a lot of help recently. Their friends abandoned them when the vampire attacked their group. They'd been drained and woke up turned. In the past day, no one came looking for them. When the sun finally set, they set out alone, and now they had drunk from this stupid drunkard...

"Yes, help," they said, bringing Whumpee back to the present. "My name is Caretaker."

"Whumpee," they said, still in a daze. "What do I do to get... less drunk?"

"Come," Caretaker said, extending a hand. "We'll go back to my castle and help you sober up."

[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (698)

“How long do we have left?” The hero asked, eyes closed.

“2 minutes,” the villain said.

The hero wiped away a tear. They gripped the villain’s hand. Down here, past twisting labyrinths, guards, and locked doors, it was just them. It was dark except for the faint glow of the countdown on the bomb.

The hero and villain were huddled together, pressed against the wall. The villain kissed the hero’s forehead, and for the last time whispered, “Together?”

The hero nodded, choking on a smile. “Together.”

[whump-bunny]

Whumpees with memory issues being overly flippant about their traumatic event.

Whumpee: "Yeah, I was way into cooking before, but now I can't really look at knives without having a dissociative panic attack like a loser."

Caretaker: "Whumpee, don't call yourself a loser! You went through hell."

Whumpee: "Bruh, I don't even remember like 90% of it. Like I don't even know what Whumper did with the knives, I just know I can't look at em."

Caretaker: :(

[anoushka-m-alice]

Dissociated Whumpee

Content warning: Rape, dissociation, trauma.

Two Caretakers overhear a scuffle coming from the bathrooms. Some sort of fight?

They rush in to find Whumpee being beaten and raped by Whumper.

But instead of Whumpee fighting back - of which there are obvious signs they were doing - now they just have a blank stare.

They’ve dissociated; mentally gone somewhere else, somewhere safer, despite the horrors still being inflicted upon them and their blood that they’re now lying in.

The Caretakers don’t hesitate to stop Whumper’s attack, but serious damage has already been done, and not only physically.

Will Whumpee’s eyes ever light up again?

[jordanstrophe]

The process of un-binding a terrified whumpee.

Having someone hold them still as they drill/saw a chain off.

Untying them gently to reveal bad bruises and cuts from weeks of fighting.

Whumpee staying still until the second their restrains come off.

Restrains that are actively hurting them.

Rescuers know the restraints are the only thing keeping everyone safe, so they leave them on until sedation kicks in, or whumpee collapses from exhaustion.

Having to move them from chains right on in strapping them down on a gurney.

Whumpee pulling themselves to the end of their chain to keep distance from the strangers in uniform.

whumpee who has to be dragged out of a hiding spot by the chain.

Weak restrains that didn't do much, but it didn't matter because whumpee was kept in an exhausted/drug state to even try anything.

[ataraxetta]

To the surprise of probably no one, my first vld gifset is a hurt!Shiro vld gifset. What can I say, I am what I am. ╮(◕‿◕✿)╭ 

[deerslayer14]

Whumper made a little hole on each of Whumpee's eyelids.

Aside from it hurting, they have to constantly blink to keep that one spot on their eyes watered. It dries up in their sleep and hurts for a while after waking up. Falling asleep is also hard. Holes are right in the middle, where the pupils are. Whumpee can have some darkness if they look up or down or to the side with their eyes closed, but the moment they relax, the eyes go back to default position and whumpee sees everything

[caved-in-canary]

thinking about a royal whumper that refuses to allow a servant/guard/courtier to go. like the whumpee no longer wishes to serve their whumper either due to a change in morals or if the royal has slowly slipped into depravity. so whumpee tells the royal whumper that they will no longer follow them. cue them being restrained and taken to the dungeons. maybe whumpee knows too much, and it would be a security risk to allow them to roam free. maybe whumper is just attached and unwilling to let them go.

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

Whump Idea- Drugging Villain for their own good

1. Villain doesn't trust Hero, yet they are hurt and not sleeping due to the fact about being scared. But when Hero presents them the needle, they freak out. If they sleep, Hero could do who knows what with them. As they try to fend off any attack with said daunting needle, Hero gets them with it. They slump forward, crying, as Hero holds them.

Or alternative, Hero doesn't comfort them and forces Villain to endure their fear as unconsciousness looms over them.

2. Villain has been running and hiding for weeks, neglecting sleep and food. The heroes are getting tired as well and very agitated. Their intial plan was to help Villain with their sickness, but it quickly escalated. The team ends having to use a tranq gun to capture and bring Villain to safety.

3. Villain is in so much agony that even sleep won't take them. They writhe on the couch, table, bed as the caretaker cleans their wounds. Eventually, the distress and delirium gets to much that the caretaker to forced to give them a sedative.

4. Villain needs surgery, but of course the procedure is done at Hero's base. They prep the IV as Villain watches in anticipation as the anesthesia slips into their veins. Just as the world blinks out of existence, Hero squeezes their hand.

5. Villain is about to face off the greatest evil that not even Supervillain can defeat. Supervillain watches as Villain trains and preps for the fight, but when the day comes, their worry gets too great. They sneak up behind Villain and plunge the needle into their neck. They fall into Supervillain's grip. When they are restrained to the bed, Supervillain faces off instead.

6. Civilian finds a dying Villain. They crouch down next to them to scoop them up and bring them home. Safe at last, the Villain sighs and asks quietly, "make it easier, please." The civilian nods and slips the needle into their vein, granting Villain a pain free death.

[oopsthewhump]

When Whumpee wakes up bound, looks around and sees their team unconscious and tied up like them, they promise themselves - no matter what happens, they will not allow Whumper to hurt their team. Never.

[valtsv]

i am not immune to the "character's eyes glow when they use their powers" trope

[valtsv]

i have this disease that makes me find it hot as fuck when a character's eyes glow as a warning when they're really angry or upset and about to use every last shred their power to absolutely waste the shit out of the target of their rage it's called having excellent taste