#merrywhumpofmay

[serickswrites]

Edge

Warnings: captivity, restraints, drugging, implied noncon

Whumpee was on the edge of unconsciousness. Whumper always kept them that way with whatever drug Whumper kept injecting. Every time Whumpee felt like they were regaining their faculties, Whumper cooed in their ear, kissed down their neck, and stabbed a needle into their arm.

"Oh darling, you are such a fighter," Whumper said one day as they stroked Whumpee's cheek. "I do so love that about you."

Whumpee wished they could fight back. Or they wished Whumper would just knock them out. They hated being awake for what Whumper did after the kissing. After the touching. They hated being awake and aware of every thrust of Whumper's body, every move Whumper made with them. They just wanted to disappear in those moments.

Tears leaked from the corner of Whumpee's eyes as Whumper kissed down their neck. They had been thinking about someone else's kisses. Someone else's touch. Caretaker. They loved when Caretaker kissed them, held the, and was with them. They couldn't help but think of Caretaker as Whumper touched them. If they had to be awake, maybe they could disappear somewhere in their mind. "C-Caretaker," they whispered as they screwed their eyes shut. They couldn't help themself.

"Oh darling," Whumper smiled down at Whumpee, "forget about them. They've certainly forgotten about you."

Whumpee screwed their eyes shut. "N-No." Caretaker would never forget them.

"It's only you and me now, darling. And I'm going to enjoy every moment of it." Whumper leaned down and whispered the last in Whumpee's ear, nipping at the shell of Whumpee's ear. "And maybe you will, too."

[lili-loves-whump]

lili-loves-whump presents:

No Pain, No Gain

The knife was dull.

It glided over strawberry tops and apple cores fine, but the feeling of it raking against skin but numb. Dull. Overused.

Whumpee dropped it to the floor, and it clattered, the edge of the tip bending over as it hit the ground. Doesn't matter, it was dull anyway.

Whumper chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. Their eyes raked over Whumpee's body like a cat with the cream, grinning feverishly. Whumpee shivered under the gaze, their skin clammy from the nighttime chill. They went back on their heels awkwardly, clicking their tongue.

"what are you doing?"

Whumpee froze. "I'm breathing?" they replied, tilting their head in confusion. Whumper nodded slowly, stepping forward again. Whumpee stepped back, avoiding the dull knife on the floor.

Soon, they were pressed up against the side of the kitchen counter, and Whumper was twirling the knife between their fingers, raking it gently across their arms. It wouldn't hurt. It was super dull.

Whumpee squeezed their hands together. "Are you going to hurt me?" they whispered. Their hands shook at the glint of the knife. Why did they care? It was the dullest knife they owned by far.

Whumper shook their head slowly. Painfully slowly. "No."

Relief flooded through Whumpee, quick like a dark and large as a tsunami. They smiled and blinked the tears welling against their eyes. They were so happy that Whumper had mercy after all, and were just about to say so, to gush over them-

"Yes."

Whumpee looked down. A clean wound, blood pouring out and soaking the ripped hem of their pyjamas.

The knife wasn't as dull as they thought.

[flowerpetalprincess]

The Merry Whump of May || Day 3 “Don’t mind me”

Zip ties | Awoken in the night | Smiling

For a hero, you'd think she'd have a modicum of bravery. You'd think nightmares wouldn't scare her, let alone such tall tales like 'the boogeyman.'

Yet here she was, plagued nightly by a demon of fear. One immune to her blade and bow, one immune to her magic. One that knew every button to push to keep her wide awake all night.

What a pitiful little girl she'd become, trembling in her sheets while her demons smiled from the darkness.

--

Was stuck hard on the idea of 'zip ties', so I opted to return to my roots and touch back on 'Ferelden Frost', an old rp that I helped define a lot of my characters today.

Makes me all nostalgic to be drawing parts of it again.

Prompt List.

Please do not steal, repost, or alter in any way.

[serickswrites]

Down By the River

Warnings: kidnapping, threats of violence, threats of death, gun, gunshot

Whumpee sat down on the riverbank, watching the water flow lazily by. It had been a while since they had come to the riverside and think. It was peaceful and quiet here. They needed to sit and think. So much had happened in such a short time. They just needed some time to process.

Their phone buzzed in their pocket. Whumpee pulled it out. Caretaker.

As much as they wanted to speak with Caretaker, to explain themself, they needed more time to think. More time to process and gather their thoughts. So they could explain everything.

"Put that down," a voice that had Whumpee's heart seizing in their chest. Whumpee heard the sound of a revolver being cocked. "I won't ask a second time."

Whumpee tossed their phone out of reach. "You don't have to do this," they began. They could talk Whumper out of this. They had to.

"You're right. I don't. But I want to." Whumper stepped in close to Whumpee, pressing the gun to the back of Whumpee's head.

"Where are you taking me?" Whumpee tried and failed to keep the fear out of their voice.

"Where no one will find you." And Whumper lifted the gun and fired it next to Whumpee's ear.

[wollemi-writing]

Merry Whump of May: Day 5

Day Five - "Do unto others as you would bla bla bla..."

|Bow and Arrow|Stalking|Cavern|

cw: blood, arrow wound

A sharp searing pain tore into her shoulder and she cried, collapsing to the floor. Blood oozed out from where the arrow had pierced like a bolt of lightning.

A man approached and stood over her. She looked at him pleadingly, but his face made no expression as he lifted his leg. 

His foot came down hard on her shoulder and she cried out. White shocks dashed through her arm as the arrow twisted further in. 

She grabbed at his leg desperately. 

"I saved you," she panted. "I-I saved your life."

He looked up into the distance and stroked his chin. Then a smile broke out across his face.

"I believe-" He grabbed the arrow, and her eyes widened. With a hard pull, he ripped the arrow from her shoulder and she screamed, her whole body going numb as her wound flared with the scorching pain of a thousand suns. 

"-that was your mistake." 

[wollemi-writing]

Merry Whump of May: Day 4

Day Four - "Two birds, one bullet"

|Chess Pieces|Stubborn|Tower|

cw: heights, choking

Whumper held whumpee by the neck at the edge of the tower, whumpee clutching onto their arm and straining their legs to keep them on the roof. Hundreds of feet of open air waited below them right before a hard solid ground. A single movement might send Whumpee over the edge.

"Ready to talk?" Whumper asked.

Their grip grew tighter and Whumpee gasped for breath. 

"N-no," they choked out. 

Whumper pushed them an inch back and Whumpee panicked, their toes just barely touching the roof. The wind brushed against their back from underneath, and Whumpee tightened their grip on Whumper. 

"How about now?" 

[wollemi-writing]

Merry Whump of May: Day 3

Day Three - "You're not looking so hot."

|Lightbulb|Tension|Alleyway|

(Written for the Defenders fandom)

cw: mentioned stab wound

Matt hugged the wall of the alley, struggling to keep himself upright as he walked. The white hot pain in his side kept him from moving more than a few feet at a time and the deep ache in his chest made every small breath a victory. 

His apartment was far. Even without the stab wound and chest injuries, he'd gone so far away from where he started that he'd never make the distance home.

He grabbed his phone and searched through his contacts for Claire's number. His thumb felt the dial button then came away. It was 2:30 in the morning, and on the off chance she was awake, knowing Claire, the first thing he'd get after being patched up was a lecture, and Matt was not in the mood for a lecture right now, no matter how well-intended. 

Instead he called another number, mumbled a few words, and put his phone back as he began to slump against the wall.

He shut his eyes and clutched his side, waiting for company to arrive.

"You look like shit," a voice said at the edge of the alley.

Matt looked up. 

Jessica grimaced as she walked towards him.

"You ever think about not getting stabbed?" she said.

Matt chuckled then groaned at the ache in his chest. 

"I've considered it."

She wrapped her arm around his waist, and he hissed at the touch. Slowly, she pulled him up, and they began walking. His chest felt like one giant bruise and his side flared with sharp pain. His breaths weakened and they stopped every block so could catch his breath. 

Jessica carried most of his weight, and Matt would've felt bad about it if he didn't know she could easily throw him around like a ragdoll if she wanted to. 

"Thanks," Matt breathed out. "For showing up."

Jessica looked at him. Her eyes were dark but for a second, her mouth curved slightly upwards into what could've been the ghost of a half-grin. 

"I think it'd be pretty shitty to leave you bleeding out in an alleyway," she said, grimacing again, and looked back ahead. 

Matt grinned softly.  "Yeah, I think it would be."

[wollemi-writing]

Merry Whump of May: Day 1

Day One - "No pain, no gain"

|Compass|Haphephobia|Kitchen|

He trudged through the snow, icy slush filling his boots with every step. His feet had gone numb sometime ago, leaving a harsh tingling sensation. 

The wind and snow whacked against him and he tensed as snow crawled down his jacket. He clutched tightly onto the compass, the only lifeline he had in this white oblivion. 

South was where the cabin was. South was where warmth and dry socks and hot coffee was. Where rest was. If he could make it. 

He exhaled shakily and kept moving. The wind grew stronger and snow pelted him. His teeth chattered and he clenched his jaw to stop them. 

A fierce gust of wind threw snow into his eyes, and the compass flew out of his hand. 

"Shit!"

He wiped the slush from his face and dropped to his knees. Snow soaked through his fingers, into his sleeves, as he dug around, but there was nothing.

He growled. How lucky was he? Stuck, tired, freezing his ass off, and now lost.

He took a long cold breath. It was fine. He knew which way he'd been going. He just need to keep on in the same direction. 

"Come on.." he mumbled.

He took a step. Further. Step. Further. Step. Further.

And he trudged forward through the wind and snow.