June Of Doom Day 22

June of Doom Day 22

"I'm trying!"

| Humiliation | Crutches | Rage |

Cw: Mentions of punishment, tags above.

...

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."

June of Doom Day 27

"I'm so sorry."

| Sacrifice | Obsession | Display |

Cw: The tags above, chains, abandonment

...

Hero struggled against the cultists as they were dragged forward towards the altar, but their hands were bound tight, and there was nothing they could do to stop from being forced to their knees before the decorated podium.

They watched as the cultists arranged themselves, in circle, their robes dragging on the ground dramatically. They would have scoffed at the theatrics if they hadn't glanced up.

Above them, hanging from the ceiling by various chains, were seven people. And one of them was villain.

Villain appeared the only one that was awake. They gave a little half-hearted wave to Hero, seemingly nonchalant, but Hero could see the wince of pain from here.

A tear slipped from Hero's eye. They had arrested Henchman when they came claiming Villain had been taken. They had convinced everyone it was trap. Convinced no one to go after them.

But here was Villain, very much kidnapped, hanging from a cult's ceiling.

"I'm so sorry," Hero muttered, and Villain frowned, then gestured towards the altar.

Or what had been an altar.

When Hero turned their attention back to the centre of the circle, the draped table was gone, replaced by a kneeling woman.

One of the cultists kicked Hero forward and they stumbled, falling to their knees before her.

"We have brought them to you, our goddess," the cultist said, bowing.

The woman nodded and shooed them away.

She turned to Hero.

"My child, I have been looking for you for so long. I took this from you so you would come but you never did," she gestured at Villain. "I'm sorry if my people were harsh, but all will be well now that you are here."

"Wait, what?" Hero cocked their head. They had never seen this woman before in their life. "Do I know you?"

"No my child, not yet. But I know you. And now, you will be mine."

"Wait, no-"

They didn't get to finish their sentence as the woman gripped their shirt and pulled them towards her, until her face was mere inches from theirs.

"And now that I have you, I will never let you go."

A solution

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my favourite nemesis.” Villain smirks, turning on the balls of their feet. “To what do I owe the honour?”

Hero shakes their head, leaning against the door frame. “To yourself, obviously. What’s up with the hypnotized mayor?”

“Hm? How would I know?” Villain shrugs nonchalantly, struggling to keep their hands straight at their sides. “You always assume it’s me that’s wreaking havoc. Why is that?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” They take a step towards Villain, their smile making the hair on the back of Villain’s neck stand. “Maybe ‘cause it always is. Not to mention you’re the master of mind control here.”

“I can’t believe our Hero turned out to be so biased!” Villain exclaims, bringing their hands to their heart, ever so dramatic. “What about the presumption of innocence?”

Hero huffs, shaking their head yet again. “I stopped presuming you innocent after our fifteenth encounter in one week.”

“Huh. That was my best week.” Villain smiles fondly at the memories. “I was challenging myself, you see? To avoid the mundane.”

“Of course.” Hero shakes their head but can’t help a smirk that finds its way onto their face. “Who would think criminal life could be so boring.”

“It’s not boring!” Their voice is too high to be comfortable. Villain coughs, turning away. “And I’m not a criminal.”

Hero nods, watching the back of Villain’s head for a moment as their nemesis drinks water, swallowing a whole ice cube in the process. They gulp, watching it go down their throat when Villain turns to face them again.

“Come to think of it, I haven’t done anything with the mayor yet… how did you figure it out?” That would be a valid question if only Hero didn’t know both Villain and the mayor so well.

“That’s exactly how. The asshole can’t live a day without causing major problems.” They say matter-of-factly. Villain presses their fingers to their temples. Hero suspects it’s an attempt to hide the blush creeping up their neck. “Figures it’s you.”

Villain hums in agitated agreement. They aren’t quite sure if they are annoyed or excited. Most likely both. “What is your mission then?”  

“You.” Villain’s eyebrows rise, challenging every last boundary of their enemy’s restraint. “You are my mission.” With that, Hero pulls them forward, planting a starved kiss on their mouth once they open it in a gasp. Villain all but melts in their arms, not even registering how they end up sitting on a table.

“Told ya I’d deal with him,” is all they manage to squeeze out when Hero lets go of their mouth, dragging their lips to the side. Villain moves to meet them again.  

“Mhm.” Hero keeps kissing along their jaw, prompting Villain to tilt their head for better access. They break away to take in the starstruck expression on Villain’s face with the most smug grin ever. “How long can you keep him that way?”

“You name it.” Villain can feel Hero’s smile against their throat. They shift, leaning back and searching for some support in the back but the wall is too far.  

“Forever?” Hero thinks out loud, the word escaping against their better judgement. Their brain is preoccupied with Villain’s sensitive skin under their tongue. That is, until Villain stiffens and they regret bringing up the subject. They could have discussed this the next morning. At this point, Hero couldn’t care less about the mayor. They knew the city was safe as long as the man was under control.

“You want me to keep the mayor under my control forever?” Villain shuffles away from them and Hero wants to disintegrate into thin air. They opt to avoid eye contact, but Villain grabs the sides of their face, ever so gentle as they guide their eyes to meet. “Do you?”

“Does it exhaust you?” They ask in a small voice. Villain shakes their head no. They know for a fact that wasn’t their first concern. Is that too much to ask? or Would you do that for me? was what Hero dared not ask. Villain smiles softly, caressing Hero’s cheeks with their thumbs as they watch their shoulders relax. Hero lets out a relieved sigh, pulling Villain back into their embrace with a quiet growl. “Then yes. You could make him think he’s a potato for all I care, as long as he’s no longer running rampant in the city.”

“Anything for you, love.” Villain’s voice is barely a whisper against Hero’s lips. They feel a hand wrapping around their waist and the other running fingers through their hair to tilt their head to the side. Hero leaves a rough kiss on their throat, where they watched the ice cube going down. Villain gasps, their gaze dazed as they stare into Hero’s eyes. “Anything.”

Hehe I am stealing this

Prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023

It’s finally time! These are your official prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023! We have 31 days of wonderful whump prompts. Each day has a set of 3 different prompts to choose from! Alternative prompts will be posted under the cut.

Happy whumping!

Here are the alternative prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023! There is one alternative prompt for every day in October.

AI-less Whumptober 2023

Drugging / sick / poisoned 

Overworked / insomnia / Exhaustion

Sensory deprivation / overstimulation / isolation 

Hiding an injury / betrayal / lying

Hostage / kidnapping / Held at gunpoint

Conditioning / mind control / forced to hurt someone else

Flatline / Restrained / CPR

Panic attacks / Dissociation / Seizure

Scar reveal / Interrogation / Presumed dead

Branding / Scarring / collar

Fainting / Paralyzed / Adrenaline 

Self harm / Sacrifice / Character death

Earthquake / Flood / Crushed

Bleeding through the bandage / Field medicine / no anesthesia

Experimentation / Muzzle / transformation

Amputation/ chronic pain / Hospital

Hypothermia / heat stroke / “You look a little pale”

Fever / vomiting / Warm soup

Taken for granted/ Left behind/ “Why wasn’t I enough?”

Dehumanization/ Stockholm Syndrome/ Master and servant

Blood loss / shock / Near death experience

Whipping / Punishment / Stress position

Begging / “Take me instead” / Forced to watch

Failed escape / hunted down / Too exhausted to keep running

 Nightmares / Flashback / “Why didn’t you save me?”

 Magical exhaustion or injury / Curse / Came back wrong

 Forgotten/ Locked away/ Immortal Whumpee

 Hair pulling / Oxygen Deprivation / Sweating

 “The easy way or the hard way?” / Bargaining / Forced to choose

 Possession / Mind Games / Coma

PTSD / Headaches / Crying  Here are the alternative prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023! There is one alternative prompt for every day in October.

Bloody knuckles

Gunshot wound

Separated from loved ones

Drowning

Blackmail

Crying to sleep

Disowned by family

Electrocution

Forced feeding

Bullied

Suffocation

Abandoned

Grief 

Human Shield 

Self-defense

Lab rat

Memory loss

Misunderstanding

Hypnosis

Mutilation 

Mouth stitched shut

Nerve damage

Nervous breakdown

Words carved into skin

Stalked

Non-Consensual touching

Paranoia

Peer pressure

Prison

Silent treatment

Truth serum

June of Doom Day 19

"I'm not going anywhere"

| Wound Cleaning | Guilt | Chair |

Cw: The tags above, planning murder, implied betrayal and abuse.

I'm gonna do a continuation of Day 13 cause yall liked that as much as I did. No need to read that one though.

...

Sidekick was slumped in the chair in Villain's lair, conscious but weak, as Henchman stitched them up.

"I should never have trusted them," they cursed out Hero, Henchman listening with clenched fists as they rinsed out the cloth and used it to wipe away the blood staining Sidekick's torso.

"I'll kill them. I'll kill them for this."

"Hey, it's not your fault," Sidekick assured them. Henchman dropped the cloth into the bowl of water woth a splash.

"It is. I never should have left you with them."

"It doesn't matter, you can't change it. Just don't leave me now."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Good," Sidekick smiled weakly and Henchman picked up the cloth again, wiping away the blood and grime that coated Sidekick's arm.

"They're right, Henchman," Villain interjected, standing at the doorway to the room, leaning against the frame. Henchman hadn't heard them enter. "It's my fault. I never should have let Hero go this far. They're my enemy."

"What are you going to do?"

"That's up to Sidekick, actually."

Sidekick raised their head in surprise.

"I'm going to go after Hero, and I'm going to beat them to a bloody pulp. Do you want me to drag them back here for you to take a turn? Or can I kill them where they stand?"

Sidekick thought for a moment, before looking up at Villain with a sneer.

"Kill them, I don't ever want to see their face again."

Villain smiled. "Good."

June of Doom Day 30

"Are you scared yet?"

| Buried Alive | Failed Escape | Denial |

Cw: the tags above

...

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.