Stoic Whumpee Who Grips Caretaker’s (or Whumper’s) Clothing In White-knuckled Fists And Teary Eyes

Prompt (570)

The hero shivered in the cold, bundled up in a coat. Their ride was supposed be here a half an hour ago. Out of the blue, a lone taxi pulled up to the curb.

“Need a ride?” The driver asked.

The hero knew that voice. They peeked inside. The villain.

“Not a chance in hell,” the hero hissed. “Get out of here.”

“Come in,” the villain said. “What did I ever do to you?”

“Should I start listing things?”

“Come on. The snow’s about to start.”

The hero looked up. The sky was a concerning shade of grey. Freezing to death, or an unpleasant car ride. They briefly weighed their options.

“Fine,” the hero conceded.

They got right in the passenger seat and reached for a control knob. “But I choose the music.”

"x ship is normalizing incest-"

Buddy

If game of thrones hasn't normalized incest by now (pulling over 10 million views in the 7th season alone) then a small fandom ship most certainly won't

Shove your whumpee against the wall with whumpers arm pressed against their neck. Making Whumpee gasp quietly, fear filling their face as their eyes quickly flutter up to meet Whumper’s.

Injury Prompt #996

Chased while injured

A fun whump aesthetic: a character being helped out of heavy plate armor

Is it done fast, blood-slick fingers pulling at straps and hastily undoing buckles, the pieces thrown carelessly aside to be picked up later, time is running out and they need to get all that metal out of the way to treat the wound underneath?

Or slowly, gently, telling the character that shh, they can rest now, they've done their part and done it well, others will take it from here?

Harshly, on a captured enemy knight, forcibly stripping them of first their weapons and then their armor as they're fighting back tooth and nail, to put them in chains afterwards, vulnerable without their armor in the light, sweat-drenched shirt and arming jacket and breeches they wear underneath?

let’s hear it for the boy!

zander belongs to @spookyboywhump

Trained from birth as an assassin, your mind was bound by a powerful control spell. Sent to kill an archmage, they cast Dispel to weaken you—accidentally freeing your mind instead. For the first time, your dagger points wherever you choose.

Whumpee woke strapped to a steel table. He noted a camera recording in the corner of the room.

"You're recording this?? You sick fucks."

His captor stepped closer and punched whumpee in the face.

Dazed for a moment, whumpee found his centre again, spitting blood up at his captor covering his clean white shirt.

His captor inspected the stain, his eyes switched back to Whumpee.

Staring down with an unsettling shine in whumper's eyes, he sang,

"Today son, we are taking you on a loOong tour... through Hell".

Injury Prompts #952

Needle to the neck

My emotional support whump fantasy