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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.

Ayo I'm curious what yall like in the tumblr whump community

theres no bald option cause you gotta answer or ignore🔫

I'm just curious cause I wanna get back into the whump community and I'm curious what ppl prefer. I kinda wanna post my oc story but idk if ppl like reading multi-part oc stuff

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

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.

I have decided with 10 mins to midnight to finally post again after a year and a half and im doing whumptober. We're so back yall

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.

June of Doom Day 29

"It's not really that big of a deal"

| Bruises | Secret | Acceptance |

Cw: Abuse, abusive partner, the tags above.

...

Sidekick fingered the bruise on their jaw. It was coming up ugly and purple, right across the left side of their face. It was obvious they'd been punched. They huffed a sigh and let their fingers drop, grabbing the makeup bag sitting beside the sink and rooting through it for the concealer.

Their partner usually wasn't that obvious. Usually they could cover them up with a long sleeve shirt. But they'd made them angry last night, and that had been their mistake.

They were half-way through covering it up when they heard the door open. They had forgotten to lock it.

They cursed, dropping their brush, and they leant down to get it, rising and quickly covering their face with their hand.

"Sidekick?" Hero asked, standing in the open doorway. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"What are you doing here? And why are you covering your face?"

"It's nothing, I'll be out in a minute."

"Is that a bruise?" Hero rushed forward, pulling Sidekicks hand away to reveal the ugly purple, half covered along their jawline. "Who did this?"

"No-one, it's not a big deal. I just fell."

"Not a big deal? Sidekick you look like you just went one on one with Villain!" Hero prodded the bruise gently, and Sidekick hissed. "You need to get some ice on this. Then we need to talk."

"About what?"

"About Partner."

"No-"

"Sidekick, they hurt you. They shouldn't hurt you. You need to get help."

Sidekick was silent for a moment as tears sprang to their eyes, before nodding slowly. "Okay."

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 :)

June of Doom Day 28

"You'll get used to it"

| Knife | Hostage | Surrender |

Cw: the tags above, kidnapping, self-sacrifice

...

Hero kept Henchman pinned to the ground with a foot on their throat.

"I surrender! Just let them go," Villain cried, their weapons on the ground, their hands raised in surrender.

Hero pressed down harder. "Sidekick, cuff them, I'm not letting Henchman up until I know this isn't a trap."

Villain was thrown against the hood of a car and they didn't struggle as their arms were wrenched back and shackled together.

Only when they were immobilized, kneeling before Hero, did they release Henchman, who staggered away.

"Boss," they said, reaching forward.

"No," Villain snapped. "Go. Don't come after me."

Henchman looked conflicted but ultimately nodded, limping away holding their brusied throat.

Hero smiled down at their new hostage before swinging their foot down onto Villain's head so hard they blacked out.

When they woke, they were chained to the ceiling, hanging by their wrists, their toes only barely able to touch the ground. There was a collar around their neck, chained to the ground, so they couldn't lift their head.

They didn't move, didn't make a sound, until they saw the knife in Hero's hand.

They rattled their chains. "What are you doing?"

Hero cocked their head. "Interrogating you," they said, as though it were obvious.

The blade slashed across their chest first, and Villain screamed. Their arm next, then their stomach.

Hero chuckled. "Dont worry, you'll get used to it. The pain. You're going to be in a lot of it from now on."

Villain could only sob as the knife came down again, cutting across their skin.

Good shit

Employee of the Month

Not sure what this is or what the point of it is. Just take the whump. No editing because no

Cw: torture, murder, graphic depictions of death/killing, interrogation, restraints, a lot of violence, mentioned non-con nudity (non-sexual), implied mass murder/killing, reluctant Whumper

Henchman reeled back as a fist slammed into the side of their jaw, snapping their head to the side and causing them to sway in their restraints.

By now, they had lost any hope of standing, left to hang by the thick metal shackles around their wrists that held their arms up, the cuffs biting into their skin hard enough to leave ugly bruised indents that wept droplets of crimson down their forearms.

They could barely keep their legs beneath them, much less try to bare weight on them. From the awkwardness of the height they were restrained at, they would only be able to stand really if they stood on the tips of their toes, which left them scuffling around, the muscles up their calves cramping as they tried to keep from rocking back and forth.

Blood dripped from a wound on their temple, leaking into their sight and tinting their vision with a stinging red that they quickly tried to blink away. Tears clung thick to their eyelashes and their cheeks, mingling with the blood smeared across their face from their broken nose and turning it to a watery pink that ran down to their neck and chest.

Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult as they let their head fall forwards, hoping that the motion would deter some of the blood from trickling down the back of their throat and suffocating them. Their lips were parted, each breath coming in as a wheeze. It felt like their lungs were full of something, thicker than water and warmer than it should feel. Each inhale was work, the breath scraping against their windpipe all the way to their lungs.

Breathing out was a bit easier, with each exhale a bit of red tinted saliva dribbled from their lips, the bottom which was split so badly by the right corner that they couldn’t close their mouth fully. It had been ripped open by their own teeth, a result of one of the first punches thrown against them, whatever plating beneath the Hero’s gloves turning what would be a bruise into a mauling of blood and fractured bones.

“Tell me,” Hero growled out, grabbing Henchman’s jaw with the same hand that had just struck them, wrenching their head towards them. Henchman could feel their heavy breath against their face, they hadn’t been pulling any punches. Somewhere distant in Henchman’s mind, they envied how Hero could draw in so much air with such ease, so little effort, while they were left to gasp and try to get the oxygen they so desperately needed around what felt like their collapsing windpipe.

Henchman had broken ribs before—it was almost guaranteed in their field, after all. It sucked, which was an understatement. It was miserable, but bearable.

This, this was beginning to border on unbearable. The pain was worse than anything they had ever felt, sharp piercings of pain drilling through their chest and spreading out through their torso. The pressure was awful, building and building against their lungs until everything lapsed into a blur of pain.

“Tell me what villain is planning.” Hero repeated, their voice sharper as their nails dug into Henchman’s face, scraping the skin when they ripped their hand away in frustration when they received no answer, letting Henchman’s head fall again before quickly slamming a knee into their gut.

“I don’t care how long it takes, this will go on until you fucking talk.”

And it went. On and on, but Henchman had already lost all track of time—consciousness was only a muddled depth of agony and exhaustion. It was a miracle, or a curse, that they hadn’t passed out, but through the haze Henchman was able to piece together enough thought to maybe come up with some sort of explanation. They hadn’t really noticed it, lost between the burn of the stun gun Hero had used and the sting of the fresh lashes across their back, but at some point they were sure they had been drugged. A small prick along the side of their neck, followed by a rush of awareness that hadn’t lasted long.

It was hours. Felt like days. There wasn’t a patch of skin anywhere on their body that wasn’t marred by some bruise or cut. At some point, Hero had tapped out, but they had been quickly replaced by some lower grade Agency member.

That was some sort of relief. While Hero’s aggression had been fueled by genuine hatred towards Villain and anyone associated with them such as Henchman was, Associate had no connection with them. Really, they seemed almost reluctant to take part. There was no emotion behind their actions, and every so often they would even pause for a moment to take a break, but some part of Henchman wished to think they were doing it to allow Henchman a moment to rest.

At one point, even, someone had lifted their head up, though Henchman wasn’t sure who. Their eyes had been so swollen with bruises, vision impaired with tears and blood, they couldn’t see much of anything. The touch hadn’t been rough, dare they say gentle even, carefully parting their lips to trickle a bit of water from a bottle down their throat.

“…Hero, we need to stop, they can’t-”

“I don’t care. You are not stopping until they talk.”

“But- Hero, I don’t think they’d be able to speak now anymore-”

“Keep. Going. That is an order, Associate.”

And so it kept. A bucket of cold water dumped over their body, exposed as all their clothes had been cut to shreds on the floor, showing where there was still space to inflict more pain. They weren’t cold for long, as Associate began to hold a lighter to the existing gashes.

…

“Hero, I don’t know what to do anymore. They’re not going to talk. They can’t. You need to cut them down, let them rest a bit-”

“You are in no position to be telling me what to do,” Hero snapped. “Get the hell back in there before you tor their fucking pl-”

The door flew inwards with a sharp kick, bouncing off the wall of the little conference room outside the interrogation chamber. A loud bang split the air, quickly followed by another, and both Hero and Associate were dead before their bodies fell, brain matter splattering across the one-way glass behind them that viewed in on the interrogation chamber.

Villain stepped forwards, a flicker of rage cutting across their indifferent composure as they saw past the gore.

They had a limited number of bullets, but to hell with that, they pulled back the hammer and shot at Hero again, the bullet splitting open their skull and ripping their jaw from them as it passed through the crown of their head.

And damn, if Villain didn’t have Henchman as a priority, they would have shot the bastard again. They would have used all their damn bullets, and then they’d rip Hero’s gun from its holster and shoot until they weren’t even recognizable as human.

They did not deserve the mercy of a quick death that Villain had given them, but it was too late to change that. Villain would come back, they settled, after Henchman was home and healing, and kill every damned person who had ever touched Henchman.

Villain shoved their gun into its holster, quickly stepping over the carnage to the door.

The closer they got to Henchman, the hotter their blood boiled.

They’d kill everyone in the whole fucking agency.

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I still only want to hurt Noah. Like seriously, that’s the only thing I want to write rn. Ugh

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."

June of Doom Day 26

"I made a mistake."

| Ambulance | Hopelessness | Numb |

Cw: The tags above. Implied kidnapping, arguing. Threats

a lil late but exams are officially done now so I might actually get a proper post schedule and set up my blog proper. Have some nice Whumper whump.

...

Whumper paced up and down the room, nervously biting their nails.

"I made a mistake."

"It'll be okay-"

"No!" Whumper was almost yelling. "It won't be okay. Whumpee is gone and now I'll never get them back. And now I stuck with this fake."

They gestured at Civilian, tied up on the ground, their arms numb from being pulled so tight behind them, one eye swollen shut and the other pressed into the ground.

Other Whumper placed a hand on Whumper's restless shoulder. "It'll be okay. We'll find Whumpee and bring him back here and everything will be back to normal. My people are already out searching. Right now we have to deal with them." They nodded at the limp form on the ground.

"What do we do?" Whumper asked.

"We can deal with them ourselves, or dump them at a hospital."

Whumper thought for only a moment. "Dump them at a hospital. I don't want anymore hassle. I'm waiting for Whumpee."

Other Whumper gave a brief nod, then grabbed the zip tie holding Civilian's legs together and began to drag them away.

"Oh, and Whumper?"

Whumper looked up at them. "What?"

"Next time you fuck up this bad, it won't be Whumpee that ends up dragged into my cells."

Whumper didn't respond, and Other Whumper didn't so much as acknowledge them again as they dragged the struggling person along the rough concrete towards the door.

June of Doom Day 25

"Don't move"

| Natural Disaster | Drowning | Stranded |

Cw: The tags above.

I went for more lighthearted today cause sometimes we need a lil sarcasm in life

...

Sidekick knelt, gripping the chains that shackled their hands to the floor as the water rose beneath them. They were desperatley pulling on them, trying to get higher.

"Don't move!" Villain called to them, standing on the edge of the precipice, a good ten meters from where Sidekick was chained, and slowly sinking.

"Oh really?" Sidekick said sarcastically. "I was planning on going and getting some tacos while I wait for you to unchain me."

"Don't be sarcastic, I'm panicking."

"You're panicking? You're not the one about to die!"

"I'm trying to help you, now shut up and let me think."

The water was rising quicker now. The earthquake had burst the water mains and left a furrow in the ground, leaving Sidekick the perfect captive the drown. Hero had run as soon as the tremors had started. "The civilians needed them" apparently.

Villain had arrived not long after, not about to let their captive die.

They'd brought them here to lure Hero, they weren't going to let the poor kid die.

They eventually gave up on trying to figure something out and just began backing up, trying to guage how far back they needed to be to get the running jump.

The water was reaching Sidekick's neck now, they were pulling the chains and holding themselves up. When they ran out of strength they'd be submerged.

Villain cursed and began to run, sprinting before leaping, only just landing on the platform as the water rose above Sidekick's chin.

They quickly dove beneath the water, key in hand, and began working to undo the shackles.

The first came undone quickly, but the second go stuck. With the little extra leeway, Sidekick was a little further away from drowning than they had been, but not much, and Villain didn't have the strength to keep ducking under.

But just as the water covered Sidekick's nose, the key turned and the shackle released, and the two enemies kicked off the ground the the surface.

Gasping for air, Villain let Sidkick grab their shirt and begin swimming towards the doorway.

They only just made it, diving through the door as the last of the floor dropped away and joined the rushing water below.

Villain lay on the ground panting for a moment before getting to their knees just in time to see Sidekick land a punch across Hero's jaw.

June of Doom Day 24

"I think I'm going to be sick"

| Bleeding out | Illness | Cold Sweat |

Cw: The tags above

...

Civilian had no idea what they were doing as they packed bandages into Supervillain's wound.

They had stayed home, in bed, all day because of their cold. They were drugged up on cough medicine and enough pain killers to down a horse, which was the only reason Civilian could justify what they were doing, kneeling on their kitchen floor, as Supervillain bled out in front of them.

They had stumbled in at the door, bleeding all over the carpet as Civilian was trying to make themself some soup, and Civilian had, for some reason, decided to help.

So there they were, on the floor, packing the wound with as much finesse as a twelve year old as Supervillain broke out into a cold sweat.

Civilian cursed, shaking Supervillain to try and wake them, but they only succeeded in causing a few bubbles of blood to foam out of the wound.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Civilian muttered, reapplying pressure to the wound.

"You're going to be fine," a voice said from behind them, and Civilian whipped around to be face to face with Villain. "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to come with us, Boss with want to talk with you when they wake up."

Civillian panicked, their breathing turning erratic before they promptly fainted, ending up on the floor beside Supervillain, equally unconscious, as Villain and Henchman bent down to retrieve them.

June of Doom Day 23

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

| Poison | Rash | Double Cross |

Cw: The tags above.

...

Villain had flown in and scooped Hero up so fast that Sidekick didn't have a chance to stop them.

They'd been perched on a roof nearby as they watched Sidekick stab Hero in the back, literally.

That wasn't on Villain's to do list. They had plans. Big plans. And none of those plans involved Hero getting killed by Sidekick.

So here they were, carrying a half-unconscious Hero through the skies as they flew to their base.

They landed and strode in, not even offering a word of explanation to their henchman as they dumped Hero unceremoniously on the kitchen table and began gathering supplies.

Hero didn't move from where they were put, too injured to even try.

Villain was halfway through stitching up the wound when they noticed the rash.

The skin around the slit was red and swollen, but that was normal for a stab wound, but it was beginning to spread. The slightly patterned rash had spread up to Hero's shoulder, and that definitley wasn't normal.

"Henchman!" Villain called, and their loyal servant came. Villain tossed them the knife. "That poison?"

Henchman inspected the blade, sniffed it, then nodded, and Villain cursed.

"Get me an antidote, now."

Henchman only nodded and scurried off as Hero began to stir.

Villain shook them.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" they asked, waving two fingers in front of Hero.

Hero's brows scrunched together. "F-four?" They managed and Villain cursed again, grabbing the bag of supplies in preparation for a long night.

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."

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.”

June of Doom Day 21

"On three"

| Dehydration | Memory Loss | Choke |

Cw: Implied torture, the tags above

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Villain cursed as they tried to lift Hero from the ground. They were weak and limp, their legs too wobbly to stand on their own.

"Who-" Hero swallowed, their mouth so dry it was hard to talk. They hadn't had any water for almost two days. "Who are you?"

Villain looked away. Hero hadn't recognised them when they arrived. They were counting on it staying that way for a while. "A friend," they said, finally, and managed to hoist Hero's arm over their shoulder and lift them, half dragging Hero away from the cell.

Villain could still feel the bruises on their neck from the collar that had choked them every time they swallowed, but they didn't say anything to Hero. They didn't need Hero to worry. They needed Hero focused on getting out.

"Come on," Villain muttered and Hero tried their best to get their feet under them.

The pair limped out the door and into the weak sunlight, and Villain immediatley turned towards the woods. It wouldn't be long now before Superhero returned.

They had just reached the treeline when the rumble of the car could be heard coming around the corner, and Villain gripped Hero tighter and turned to run.

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 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.

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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."