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Whump ABC #22 - Vulnerable whumpee

Based on the results of this poll.

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Whumpee is on their way to recovery, but it is a slow and agonising road back to where they were. Everything hurts, their body is exhausted from the smallest of movements and their energy is drained as soon as they wake up.

They feel naked.

They feel like everyone can see their weakness.

They feel ... like a burden.

It has been years since whumpee has felt so stripped out of their own reality, out of what they are able to do and what they are not. Caretaker never complains, though. They know every weakness whumpee has, they help them wash up, get dressed ...

In the midst of their vulnerability, they have someone who looks out for them, someone who is strong for them, not only when they guide them from the bedroom to the living room to help them lie down. Caretaker holds whumpee's hands and they look up with tired eyes.

Trust.

They know they can trust caretaker, no matter how weak and vulnerable they are. But whumpee isn't good with words. They don't know how to express their gratitude ... so they just put their head on caretaker's lap and close their eyes, hoping that this gives them enough for an answer.

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Whump dialogue XVIII

"Strip them."

"Of what?" Caretaker tried, hoping he was satisfied with just a bared torso.

"Everything," came the cold answer.

Caretaker closed his eyes for a moment but did as he was told. With each item he muttered his apologies and cooed promises that it’d all be alright and continued until Whumpee was stark naked.

"I said everything."

"What else is there?!"

Whumper's lips curved into a diabolical smile and Caretaker could see he was hiding something behind his back.

"Their dignity."

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Spiked Part 3

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Part 1, Part 2

Warnings: drugged character, fear, distrust, and a poor villain feeling quite vulnerable

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Hero came back later with a bowl of rice and some water. She set it on the nearby nightstand, watching Villain's face contort in worry.

She sighed. He had been tense since he woke up, though she could hardly blame him. It was probably somewhat unsettling to have been drugged at a bar only to wake up in his nemesis's bedroom.

He watched with glassy eyes as she maneuvered around him, jaw clenched and nostrils flared. She tried not to draw attention to his self protectiveness- it would make him feel vulnerable and she really needed him to trust her, to not be scared.

Hero sat down on the side of the bed, both hands equipped with either the bowl of rice or a spoon. She angled herself so that she could easily feed him without extravagant motions to scare him.

"Hey," Hero said, refraining from touching him- a gesture that was nearly habit for her empathetic self. She had taken care of too many sick and injured teammates to not be habitually effected by it.

Villain looked at her, darkened eyes meeting her own. "What is that?" He asked shakily.

"Rice," Hero replied and gathered a spoon of it. Hesitated she brought it to Villain's lips.

But he turned his face away, sneering slightly.

"Villain come on," Hero begged, bringing it closer. She could see Villain's nose breathing it the wheaty smell, but he still resisted the temptation to eat.

Until, he grabbed the spoon with a trembling hand and said in an authoritative tone, "I can do it myself."

Hero let him have the utensil and watched as he accidentally dumped some. A flushed red grew up on his cheeks as he embarrassingly tried to steady the spoon. Slowly, he brought it to his mouth, but slipped before he was able to feed himself.

He let out a strained sob and fell against the pillow, cheeks rosy. He squeezed his eyes shut to stay away tears. Hero gingerly grabbed the clattered spoon and scooped up the spilt rice.

"It's okay Villain, let me help you," Hero murmured, tossing the rice away. Villain cracked open an eye and shook his head, turning his body away from his unwanted caregiver.

Hero waiting for a moment before standing up to leave, but a tiny squeak halted her.

"P-please help me," Villain whispered, tears glossing his bloodshot eyes. Hero smiled in response and sat back down.

Villain let out an exhale, seeming to be more relaxed, but Hero noticed his bouncing leg. She looked away and carefully gave him a bit of rice.

Villain took it, looking down as he chewed slowly before swallowing. He whimpered before glancing at Hero expectantly. Hero gave a half-smile and continued to feed him until his eyelids were drooping and his swallows grew weaker.

Hero put the bowl back onto the nightstand. She grimaced when she saw that there wasn't much of a dent.

"Villain are you sure you aren't-" Hero looked over at Villain's half-asleep face. "Hungry," she finished quietly. She stood up, turned the light off, and left to allow the drugged boy to sleep peacefully.

Every ten or so minutes, Hero would go to check up on him to find him still out on her bed. She smiled each time, happy that he was so tranquil.

After an hour, she went back into her room and sat on the bed. He stiffened as his body was moved with the bed and groggily blinked his eyes open.

They landed on Hero in an instant. Villain threw himself against the bed, hands up slightly in a defensive position. He swayed, the strong drugs still flowing through his system. Hero sighed and backed away from him. He really didn't trust her, did he?

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Decided to try and write some sic fic for the first time. But I love reading it so I thought I should write some.

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Andrew POV

Deema hadn't come out of her room all day, I knew she had been up unbelievably late last night so I didn't eat to wake her that early.

But it was almost 3 pm now... If she wasn't awake by now, I was going to get really worried.

A small soft knock on the door gave me nothing, so I tried a little harder... nothing.

"You awake in there?"

No response. I tried the doorknob this time, and luckily it was unlocked.

But that just made it more worrisome. Anxiety hearing over my shoulders as I pushed the door open. But all I was treated with was Deema in her bed, turned away from the door. I really couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

She just didn't understand the extent I worried.

"Hey... are you feeling ok?".

Deema jolted awake. Eyes going wide as she shoved the comforter up higher in front of her. She sighed and turned to me. Clearly shaken by me coming in. She seemed a little pale too, her hands slightly shaky and nose tinted a rosy kind of red.

"Don't. Do. That!".

Her voice was shaky but also raised as she stared at me. I bit my lip... I needed to be more careful. But the way her figure trembled overcame my regret.

"Sorry... But are you feeling ok?".

She nodded faintly. Pushing the covers off her and swinging her legs out from the bed. I walked over the junk that scattered the floor to get to her.

"Fine fine fine, I'm fine, what time it's it?"

She stood, her legs shaking under her and her face going paler. Why were her legs shaking? She was a relatively light person, so to be struggling under her own weight like this...

"Gah-!"

She fell forward and I extended my arms. My breath hitching for a moment. She gripped my arms, and I could feel her way down as she tugged in them in the effort to keep herself upward.

She seemed Ill... I had never seen her Ill, if she was she certainly never told me.

"Woah Woah-!"

And I stumbled back lightly from the added weight, I could feel her nails grip into my arms.

"Ah- I didn't mean that!". She pulled her hands away, looking slightly embarrassed. But promptly fell back on her bed with a squeak of the box spring.

"Yeah.. you're not fine"

"Not fine my ass, I just lost my balance I don't... I don't need help". As if to prove her point she got up again, falling back once more.

"At least let me take your temp.. please?".  Without waiting for a reply I left, looking threw the closet for a thermometer.   I knew she was getting more used to my help... so why was she so resistant then? There was nothing wrong with getting a bit sick... I didn't mind.  And seeing her so... so fragile was both worrisome and also sort of comforting. 

I had never gotten the chance to see her like that, so many walls and walls and walls creating a maze of security.  She probably hated how every day I advanced threw it.

I returned with it, and she hadn't moved off the bed.   Sitting down next to her with a squick of the springs I brushed her bangs away to feel her forehead.  It was.. really hot. 

"I'll need you to open up, ok?".

She hesitated, her lips pursing.  But she slowly did and I slipped it in.   Waiting several moments for the small beep and pulled it out again.  Her eyes darting down and away from me.

103

My eyes went wide... that was a tad too high for my liking.  It explained why her sheets had that rose tint though...

"You should lay down..".

Deema's eyes snapped up

And she shook her head. 

"No! I don't need to "lay down", I'll be perfectly ok".  I looked at her doubtingly.  Placing a hand on her arm, in which she responded in a small flinch.  Every flinch made my heart broke.

"Please...". She looked away and down at her hands, slowly laying back.  "This is stupid"

"Maybe it is.. do you have an appetite?"

She shook her head faintly, still shivering.  I reached over and pulled the covers over her.  Patting it down, she gave me the oddest look.

"Still not you're kid.."

"Keep telling yourself that"

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A Stoic Whumpee captured, and once back at the the Whumper’s home, they're injected with a special paralytic agent. Whumpee is still able to move their head, feel and speak, but the neck down is unmovable.

Whumper lays the Whumpee down on a rug next to the fireplace. Eyes scanning their prey up and down. Whumpee struggles in their current state. "What did you do to me?" they breathe when they realize they don't have control of their body. They grunt with discomfort trying to move an arm, a leg, anything – to no avail.

Whumper decides to taunt them, stalking closer. They loom over them with a sinister smile, looking forward to seeing the normally collected Whumpee unravel.

"Don't." Whumpee growls. "Don't fucking touch me!" They hated not being in control, and Whumper knew that. Whumpee needed to be in control at all times, and this made them feel exposed and vulnerable. They were.

Whumper kneels down to straddle Whumpee and hovers a hand over them. "Get off me!" Whumpee shouts. They groan as they attempt to put all their energy into shifting, but they fail and Whumper grabs their arms one at a time and positions them above their head.

Whumper pulls a knife from their belt and Whumpee's eyes widen. "S-stop…" Whumpee gasps. "Don't. DON'T!" they begin to scream wishing they could kick their captor off of them. They shut their eyes and turn their face, tucking it away into their arm as Whumper lowers the knife eagerly.

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Hiii I saw your table prompt and just wanted to chime in with some crack maybe:

Using the pool table in between whump sessions with whumpee still tied to it.

Are they being purposely pelted with billiard balls? Or are they just an obstacle to the game? (Maybe deliberately using them as a wall to shoot tricks off of. Sure, it’s nothing compared to the earlier torture and yet they can’t relax while whumper takes a break)

Ooh, absolutely! If a billiard ball lands way too hard on a fresh injury/wound – it’d hurt like hell. And even though they’re not actively being tortured at the moment, the humiliation and the vulnerability that they feel just being on display like that. At the center of everyone’s attention – it’d be almost palpable.

Thanks for chiming in! 👏🏽