June Of Doom Day 8

June of Doom Day 8

"Breathe, damn you!"

| Shock | Amputation | Infection |

Cw: The tags above, tho the amputation part is off-screen.

Cutting close again I know but exams are here and stress is near so I'm just gonna be proud of posting daily. These prompts were rough yall I don't like stuff this dark so I made do with what I could handle. It's short af cause I really don't like this level of gore.

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Caretaker slumped against the wall, breathing heavily, their eyes watering. They couldn't believe what they'd done.

Whumpee lay unconscious on the medical table in front of them, the stump where their left leg was now cleanly bandaged and covered in a blanket.

The wound had gotten infected. Infected so badly that Whumpee went into shock. They were shaking and half-delirious by the time Caretaker found them. And they passed out just around the time they realised the leg had to go.

Whumper was still out there, somewhere, and as Caretaker stared at the dip in the blanket where Whumpee's leg should be, they resolved that Whumper would feel that pain. It was Whumper who inflicted the wound and let it get infected, so it was Whumper who should pay the price.

Caretaker would have marched out of that room to go find the bastard had Whumpee not begun to stir at that very moment.

"Whumper?" they whimpered, their voice hoarse.

"Whumpee it's me, Caretaker," Caretaker rushed over to them, taking their hand.

Whumpee pulled their hand away, looking like they were going to roll over, off the table, but they fell back unconscious before that could happen.

Caretaker just sighed and rearranged the blankets so Whumpee was unlikely to roll right off the table, then went to make some tea.

June of Doom Day 15

"Please"

| Blindfold | Pressure Points | Scream |

Cw: Torture, The prompts above

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Whumpee was terrified to the point of shaking. They tugged uselessly at their bonds as they heard the footsteps of Whumper circling them. They were blindfolded, unable to see a thing, and tied down to a table so they couldn't interfere.

"Whumpee, have you ever heard of pressure points?" Whumper asked, running their finger down Whumpee's arm.

Whumpee didn't answer. The next thing they knew, there was a sharp slice across their arm and they screamed.

"I asked you a question Whumpee."

They whimpered, then shook their head.

"They're these points on the body connected to nerves." Whumper's hand resumed its path, running gently down their side. "They can be used to release stress, or pain. But some..." Whumper's hand stopped on Whumpee's throat.

"Please," Whumpee whimpered, but they weren't even sure what they were asking for. Whumper didn't acknowledge it.

They leaned in close, so their breath ghosted Whumpee's ear. "Some cause pain."

They pushed down on the point on their Adam's apple, and Whumpee screamed.

This is a bit different from like, ur horny jail asks but I'm a sucker for how u write hero whump<33

Could u write smth w like, maybe the Hero had to give information on villain to Supervillain/hero and at first, Villain is absolutely devastated and furious by the betrayal, until they notice how Hero has been quieter or flinching more or some sign of abuse and becomes more worried

Ur local annoying Snow ❄️❄️ :)))

I love it.

Trade In

Villains hand squeezed tighter around the knife, already fuming with rage before the hero even set foot into the dimly lit street to meet them. They were taking in ragged breaths to try and remain calm for the time being, they needed to talk to Hero before they could slit their throat.

Yet, even with their attempt at controlling themselves, Villain knew the facade wouldn’t last long. Their blood was boiling and they had it out for their nemesis.

“How could you.”

Hero took a step towards the villain, not even trying for a pitiful excuse or any shred of remorse for their former partner. The hero was calm and collected—or so it may seem to anyone passing by—but Villain was keen. They were smarter than that. They could see the small tremble that infected the hero and their confidence.

“How could you.”

“Villain-”

“No… No, how dare you.”

The villains tone was harsh enough to make the hero flinch, taking a small, cowardly step back. Their hands were shaking at their sides so they gripped them into fists, but it didn’t hide the wobble in Hero’s tone nor the nervous shuffle of their feet.

Villain hardly thought anything of it. Even if it was quite unlike the hero to seem so truly afraid.

“I trusted you. That information was personal.”

“Villain, please-”

“And what do you do with it? You go and hand it over to your boss, hm? So they can break into my home and ruin years of meticulous work to kill me?”

Villain moved forward swiftly, giving the hero just enough time to scramble backwards. Hero’s tough act dropped completely as they yelped and stumbled over their own feet. Landing with their back against the cement and their head knocked up badly.

“Is that what you wanted? You wanted me dead?” Villain stood over top of the cowering hero, watching the panic flood their eyes at the closeness of their enemy and the blood seeping from the back of their head. Villain tucked their blade back into the holster on their belt; it was so much more fun to play with food before you ate it anyways.

The criminal reached down, grabbing the neckline of Hero’s suit and hoisting them up into the air, watching as they desperately clung to Villains arms. Trying to pry themselves away, but keep the tips of their toes touching the ground as they began to plead.

“Is that what you wanted?” Villain brought Hero closer, their noses practically touching. “Is that what you still want?”

Hero whimpered, blinking back tears as they struggled to breathe through the panic attack and the slight suffocation Villain brought them generously. They were terrified; Villain could see that clearly now.

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-”

Something wasn’t right.

“I-I’m sorry- I-I swear… Please, I’m s-so sorry.”

Villain dropped them. The hero—now in hysterics as they landed harshly on the pavement for the second time—clutched their rib cage as they tried to steady their breathing. Wincing at every breath that came in and groaning at every breath that came out, completely forgetting the gash at the back of their head that continued to pulse and ooze.

The criminal and the crime-stopper hadn’t fought in months, in fact, Villain hadn’t seen Hero on the streets or news at all for months. There was no reason for the hero to be holding their chest and not their head, and definitely no reason for them to be in pain with every breath.

Against their better judgement and the anger that still flowed freely in their veins, Villain kneeled down to face their nemesis. Yanking their head free from its tucked in position by Hero’s hair as Villain brought their face to meet their own. Hero’s pleading eyes and blurry vision against Villains angry glare and annoyance.

“P-please, I p-promise I’ll do b-better next time— I-I promise… J-just please n-no more p-prods…” Hero sobbed, shutting their eyes tight to avoid anymore contact with the villain.

“Hero… What? What are you talking about?”

Pieces to the puzzle were slowly starting to connect in Villains brain. With the hero exposed in front of them they could see tons of new scars and fresh bruises that were definitely not there a few months ago.

Hero’s arms lashed out from their stabilizing hold on their chest, grabbing Villains tool belt and pulling out the blade Villain had previously been holding. At first, Villain assumed it would be used against them, but Hero did the complete opposite. Instead, they offered it to the villain, gently pushing it towards them in the palms of their hands.

“P-please… Wha-whatever you want to do to me… Punish m-me… please. A-Anything but the p-prods.”

Horrified, Villain pushed the knife quickly out of Hero’s hands and cast it off to the side. They rushed the hero right after, only allowing Hero a short scream as the knife left their fingers and clattered to the ground before Villain had scooped them up into their arms.

Villain bolted their arms tightly around the crime-stopper, not waisting another second as they headed off down the street to their lair. As they hurried down the street Villain wished they could say it was because they could do better torturing at home.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. The real reason being that Villain still had hope, some last strand of hope that maybe Hero hadn’t given away their information for free, but was tortured into it.

Truth be told, Villain wanted their old dynamic back still and maybe this was their chance to get it. But before they could even think of that, Villain would need to find out what really happened and get Hero to calm down before they woke up the whole neighbourhood begging to be whipped instead of shocked.

June of Doom Day 18

"How long have you been like this?"

| Sleep Deprivation | Fall | Blanket |

Cw: Needle, the tags above, whumper-caretaker

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Whumper didn't announce their entrance. They just let the creaking of the door scare Whumpee.

They stepped in and observed their captive, huddled against the wall, staring. Their eyes were bloodshot, their hands shaking as they watched Whumper.

"How long have you been like this?" Whumper asked, stepping over to where Whumpee huddled.

Whumpee didn't answer.

Whumper crouched before them. "Have you even slept?"

Whumpee only gave the slightest shake of their head in response.

"Tsk, can't be having that Whumpee. You need to sleep. I need you nice and rested for when I torture you."

Whumpee didn't move, didn't make a sound.

Whumper sighed, rose, turned, and left the room. Whumpee watched them go.

They returned not moments later hefting a blanket. They crouched by Whumpee again and pulled them off the wall, slotting the blanket in behind them and wrapping it around them.

"You're going to sleep now, Whumpee."

They pulled a syringe from their pocket and Whumpee's eyes widened, they suddenly began to struggle, tried to stand, but they were too weak, and they just fell straight into Whumper.

Whumper lowered them back down to the floor, using the blanket to hold their arms in.

"Don't worry Whumpee, I won't do anything to you until you wake up. It's no fun unless you scream," they whispered as they pressed the needle into Whumpee's neck and pressed in the sedative.

Whumpee tried to fight it, but they were already so tired, and soon they fell into a dreamless sleep, and Whumper rested them against the wall.

June of Doom Day 12

"It's no use"

| Explosion | Fainting | Trembling |

Cw: Creepy Whumper, fear, the above prompts.

First block of exams are nearly over so hopefully I can post at more reasonable hours soon. However, my friend has given me her illness so this is entirely dependent on my living through this cold. Anyway, enjoy the whump!

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The explosion rocked the building so hard that pieces of rubble cam falling down from the ceiling. Whumpee huddled against the wall of the basement, trembling in fear and hugging their knees, desperate to hide.

Whumper was here for them, they knew. They were coming to take them away again. Whumpee could do nothing but hope and pray that they wouldn't be found.

But those hopes were shattered when the door swung open with a bang and Whumper's sing-song voice came drifting towards them. "Oh Whumpee," they called. "Come out, come out wherever you are."

Their tone promised violence, and it was all Whumpee could do to keep from whimpering. They were hidden behind an old cabinet, and Whumper had yet to spot them.

"It's no use hiding from me Whumpee. I'll find you eventually. And then we can have such fun together."

Whumpee heard the tell-tale sign of a knife running across the wall. The scrape was loud, close by, and Whumpee couldn't stop himself from shivering so hard it rattled the furniture in front of them.

The cabinet fell with a crash as Whumpee looked up to face Whumper, who hefted their machete a smiled.

"Oh, Whumpee," they crooned. "You look terrible."

As they reached for Whumpee though, the fear became too much, and darkness clouded their vision as Whumper grasped their wrist.

June of Doom Day 9

"I should have listened to you"

| Sprain | Defiant | Smoke |

Cw: threats, aggravating injury, creepy whumper

I had fun with this one cause the tags were so random, and who doesn't love a defiant whumpee?

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Whumpee lay on the ground, clutching their sprained ankle, and tried to drag themself away from Whumper.

Whumper continued to advance though, and Whumpee was nowhere near fast enough to escape them. Whumpee coughed, feeling the smoke begin to claw its way into their lungs. The fire was getting closer. The heat was beginning to scorch the air and the smoke was thickening with each passing second as Whumper drew closer. The smoke didn't seem to affect them in the slightest.

Whumper crouched before them and grabbed their ankle, yanking them towards them. Whumpee yelped in pain.

"You thought you could get away? Aw Whumpee, did you really think you could escape me?"

Whumpee tried to scramble away but Whumper's grip on their ankle was solid.

"I told you I'd burn down this house if you ever returned, but you never listen. I'll tell you what, if you beg me to take you back, it you admit you should have listened to me, I'll help you back home and fix up this ankle of yours. And if you don't..." Whumper twisted their swollen ankle, eliciting a cry of pain from Whumpee, who began to curse them out.

"I'll never beg you, psychopath!"

Whumper chuckled. "Aw, it's cute that you think that. I'll have you begging soon enough." And with that, they yanked Whumpee even closer and readjusted their grip, standing and beginning to drag Whumpee by their injured foot, right towards the flames.

Whumpee squirmed and kicked but Whumper was too strong, and they could do nothing but scream as they were dragged over the burning furniture.