June Of Doom Day 20

June of Doom Day 20

"That's gonna be one hell of a scar"

| Cage | Pliers | Scrape |

Cw: The prompts above, rescue, implied abuse/ torture, self-sacrifice.

I'm actually really proud of myself for keeping at this so long. I fully expected to fail before day 15. I'm thinking I might start posting snippets from my whumpy novel once I get through this shitshow of a month. Anyway, enjoy some more hero/villain whump!

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Villain sat in the cage, bleeding all over, but refusing to cower. They didn't huddle or hide in the corners of the cage, they sat, dead centre, and glared at the door, waiting for Supervillain to return.

But when the the click of the lock echoed through the room and the scrape of the dopr opening grated their ears, it wasn't Supervillain coming through the door. It was Sidekick. The very last person they'd ever expect to be here.

"Sidekick?"

Sidekick raised a finger to their lips. "Shush". Villain understood the message and chose to watch out the door as Sidekick pulled a pair of large pliers from their jacket and began to cut the wires on the cage. One by one. Snip snip snip. It took way longer than was comfortable for Villain, and they grew more paranoid with every snip of a wire that Supervillain would arrive.

But they never did, and soon, there was a hole large enough for Villain to crawl out.

As soon as they were out though, they couldn't stand straight. The cuts crisscrossing their legs made it impossible to rest their weight on their legs.

Sidekick hissed when they saw the wounds.

"That's gonna be one hell of a scar," they muttered. The first thing they'd said since they arrived. They didn't say another word as they looped Villain's arm over their shoulder and carried most of their weight as the pair limped out the door.

They approached the front door but Villain began to panic. Where was Supervillain? They must have heard them. Why hadn't they showed up?

"They're distracted right now," Sidekick whispered, reading their thoughts. Villain wanted to question it, but at that moment they heard the loud crash as someone fell through a window somewhere out of sight.

They heard the tell-tale voices of Supervillain and Hero arguing and suddenly they understood. Hero was distracting Supervillain, hence why Sidekick was here.

Sidekick didn't seem fazed in the slightest and continued carrying Villain out the car outside, loading them into the back seat.

"Hero-" Villain started, but Sidekick cut them off.

"They'll be fine. My orders are to get you out of here."

"But-"

They didn't get to finish their complaint as the car jerked forward, shooting out into the road, just as Supervillain came crashing out onto the road behind them, bruised and battered, followed by a furious Hero.

June of Doom Day 22

"I'm trying!"

| Humiliation | Crutches | Rage |

Cw: Mentions of punishment, tags above.

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Whumper kicked Whumpee's legs out from under them, again.

They fell to the ground with a thud, their crutches rolling away from them.

"Pathetic," Whumper muttered, and Whumpee sobbed.

"I'm trying!"

"No," Whumper grabbed them by their shirt, hoisting them up, "you're not. Again."

Whumpee reached down and picked up the crutches, trying again to cross the room.

Their legs were destroyed, their bones set wrong afte Whumper had punished them. So now they had to learn to walk again.

They managed three steps before Whumper ran out of patience and kicked them down again.

"Is this all you can do?" Whumper kicked them again, knocking the wind from them. "Only a few meager steps after all I've done for you."

Whumpee let out another shuddering sob. "I'm sorry."

"You will be."

Hola

Welcome to my blog, I'm well aware I should have made this post about three months ago but oh well.

I'm Eli, genderfluid, 21 and I write sfw whump but always include the content warnings cause those are important.

I'm gonna try to post regularly but we'll see how that goes. Feel free to send asks or messages, I'll do my best to respond! I love writing from prompts because inspiration can be hard to come by.

I mostly write drabbles but who knows, maybe I'll get my ocs in here one day.

Thank you for reading, have a nice day :)

Whumptober Day 2

A/N: Ayo so I was a bit manic last night lol you can tell my posts were not written by a sane person, but I am no quitter, so if my mental breakdown decided to do Whumptober, then I'm doing Whumptober. Here's day 2! Hope yall like it and I'd love any feedback!

Hours and Hours

Overworked / Insomnia / Exhaustion

Whumpee knelt on the marble floors, scrubbing the skirting boards with the rough brush. Their calloused hands were already bruised blistered and bleeding from how much he'd been scrubbing, but he couldn't stop, Whumper said he couldn't stop until the alarm went off. Whumpee didn't know when that would be, he didn't even know how long he had been cleaning for, he had no way to tell time. But he was exhausted. Bone-numbingly tired. He kept shutting his eyes and disassociating for mere seconds before the collar around his neck would shock him back awake and he'd resume scrubbing. He was so tired, and all his muscles ached so bad, but he knew that he wouldn't even be able to sleep when the time came.

Every night he lay in bed awake for hours, maybe getting one or two hours of sleep at most. Whumper had insisted he start working harder, doing more, so he would be tired enough to sleep at night. But it didn't seem to be working. Every night he collapsed into bed, so wrecked it hurt to even roll over, and he stared at the crack in the ceiling for hours until Whumper came back to put him to work again. Yesterday he'd shovelled gravel all day, today he was scrubbing the skirting boards. He didn't know how long Whumper was making him work, he had no sense of time, but he would swear it was longer than Whumper stated.

Whumper would tell him only two or three hours had passed when to Whumpee it had felt more like twelve. They'd promise to come back and get him soon, and then be gone for so long that Whumpee wanted to break down, only to be called dramatic by Whumper, because Whumper said they hadn't even been gone an hour.

At the start, Whumpee was convinced Whumper was lying to him, that they were just gaslighting him, but as time went on, the lies seemed to good to be lies, and he started to believe them. Why would Whumper lie anyway?

He moved on to the final board in the room, his knees so sore they were numb, and started scrubbing, just praying that the alarm would go off soon, but just as he shuffled down, dipping his brush into the manky water again, Whumper came in, their work backpack slung over one shoulder, and their hands carrying a tray of food for Whumpee.

"How are you getting on Whumpee?" they asked cheerily, setting the tray down on the floor, "I brought you lunch!"

"L-Lunch?"

"Yeah, a BLT, your favourite."

"But-but I thought I was nearly done-" Whumpee was ready to cry.

"Don't be silly, it's not even halfway through the day! Lots of work to be done yet."

Whumpee couldn't stop the sob that ripped itself from his throat as Whumper patted his shoulder in mock kindness.

Whumptober Day 1

Technically its gonna be past midnight when I post this but I only decided to do this like 15 mins ago so Imma still count it yall. Also loving the prompts today this is such a comeback.

Morning Coffee

Drugging / Sick / Poison

Sidekick tried their best to stay awake as they stood waiting for their coffee. They were wrecked, having spent the last three weeks working non-stop trying to track down Villain after they broke out of prison. Even despite their exhaustion, they knew Hero had it worse, at least Sidekick was stuck on desk duty as Hero raced all over the city putting out fires both literal and metaphorical.

Sidekick yawned as they took the americano from the barista, just nodding a thanks, before turning to the little stand to pour in sugar. They hated coffee, but something needed to drown out the taste of the triple espresso shot. They permitted themself a few minutes to sit in the little cafe and drink their drink before they returned, needing just a minute out of their office.

They were totally out of it, scrolling through their phone as they drank the cup dry, leaving it on the table after only a minute and grabbing their things to leave. It was only as they were rounding the corner at the end of the street that they realised the caffeine didn't seem to be waking them up, that they seemed to be getting more tired as they walked. The weariness spread from the shoulders and neck down to their legs, and they soon found themselves leaning against the wall for support before sliding to the ground, only realising something was wrong when they were too weak to fish their phone out of their pocket and call someone.

They tried to pick themselves up, using the wall to support themself, but they were only halfway upright when a wave of nausea made them lose their balance, and the only reason their head didn't hit the ground was that strong arms wrapped around their middle, holding them up.

"Shit," they murmured, their eyes meeting Villain's right as they lost consciousness and everything went dark.

...

Hero only noticed something was wrong when they hit the fifteen-hour mark. Sidekick had dropped off communication, but Hero had just assumed they'd finally gone to bed to get some much-needed rest. But at the fifteen-hour mark, a message popped up on their screen from Sidekick, and they clicked into it absent-mindedly, expecting more intel, but instead there was a picture of Sidekick, lying on their side on a concrete floor, looking pale and sweaty and in pain, their wrists chained to the wall, and a little message underneath:

You want to know where they are and how to cure them? You for them, come alone, eight pm, you know where :)

Love Villain

Hero scowled at the message, but then deleted it, erasing Sidekick's contact and all their correspondence. They didn't have time to deal with failures.

June of Doom Day 30

"Are you scared yet?"

| Buried Alive | Failed Escape | Denial |

Cw: the tags above

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Hero banged on the wood above them, but it didn't budge. This wasn't happening. Hero was hyperventilating already. This was not happening.

They heard a chuckle from above as Villain dumped another shovelful of dirt onto Hero.

"Are you scared yet?"

When they recieved no response, another wad of dirt fell onto the coffin Hero was trapped in.

"You shouldn't have tried to run away Hero. You know I can't let this go unpunished. I'm going to bury you here until I think you've learned you lesson. And who knows? Maybe it will be too late when I finally dig you up."

Another shovelful. Some dirt cane through the gaos in the wood and fell into Hero's mouth. They spat it out, shutting their eyes tight.

"It's not real, it's not real, it's not real," they muttered to themself, but to no avail, they didn't magically wake up and find it was all a dream, they just began to hyperventilate even worse as another shovelful of dirt landed above them.