Tw: Drugging

Your whump word(s) of the day

"We need to talk."

The flutter in my chest that I get when I envision suffocating someone with a pillow, watching them thrash around against my strength.

It can't possibly be normal but I just can't get enough.

– Swan 🦢 he/they/it/shx/she

A feral whumpee that attacks anyone that comes near them- except for the whumper, as they’re the only person they’re scared of. People that try to help the whumpee are usually hurt by them, and are usually repelled by this behavior.

guy who has mistaken adrenaline for love and isn’t interested in correcting the mistake

they don’t tell you this, but loneliness is a knife that keeps finding you in the form of watching a father spend time with his kid, your friend laughing louder with someone else and standing in front of a grave that you should be the one in.

Whumpee who needs a surgery but they have Trauma about being knocked out and things Done to them.

Do they get the surgery while paralyzed and numb, but awake? Is caretaker there to still walk them through what's happening to them?

Do they agree to go under full anesthesia but only if caretaker is there both when they go under and wake up, and very specific instructions about how they want to be treated during the process?

"Fine, just, can you be there when I'm waking up? And please don't judge me if I react poorly to you, I- I don't always know where I am when I'm coming out of it."

"Let me hold the gas to my own face. Don't touch me until I'm out. Make sure I'm dressed the same by the time I'm coming up. Do what you have to do while I'm out, I don't want to hear details about it unless I ask, just get it done."

Prompt #43

"Help me," the hero pleaded.

The villain looked down at them with a scowl, their shadow a small relief to the hero's overwhelmed senses. Power correction was brutal...especially when performed on an unwilling patient.

"Please--"

"Why should I?"

The villain's boot pressed down against their chest and the hero gasped, hands reaching up to grasp at their ankle weakly. They grinned through the pain, feeling somewhat delirious as they stared up at the other.

"Because you want to," they said. "Because you can't resist the opportunity to have me depending on you."

It was a long shot. They knew that.

Still they had hope: being blindly optimistic was part of the job.

They felt the pressure on their chest increase, breaths coming out in short, wheezing pants as the oxygen was slowly stripped from them.

"That's pretty presumptuous of you," the villain said.

The hero coughed out a laugh. "Yeah...Yeah it is."

Their vision was blurring. They could feel what little strength they had left depleting, the rough ground below them growing more comfortable by the second. They shut their eyes, mind too weary to notice the weight lifting off their chest, or the arms that wrapped under their legs and back, lifting them with more care than they'd know in years.

I wonder if “we have to torture this special character. in the lab facility. with secret science.” is an interest all 12-year-old children share or were we just the generation exposed to Maximum Ride

Whumper dumping whumpee in some secluded alleyway one night, stating they're bored with them and quickly driving away.

In their dazed state, whumpee begins staggering through the dark, with just one thought in their mind:

"I need to get to caretaker's house"