Strapped to a metal table, staring into the luminescent lights on the ceiling.
Handcuffed to a hospital bed to prevent an escape attempt.
A leather muzzle strapped to the face on account of the subject’s “aggression”.
Ropes binding wrists and ankles to a chair, carving into skin.
A metal collar connected to a chain which can be used to pull the captive around.
Strong arms wrapped around someone until they stop fighting.
Chains around ankles or wrists, being pulled along by captors as they march a prisoner through the streets.
Confined to a straight jacket in a padded cell after lashing out against staff members.
A single chain connected from the ankle to a wall, limiting movement and serving as a constant reminder that there’s no escape.
Whumper dragging a screaming, crying, begging Whumpee and mercilessly throwing them at the feet of Someone Worse™
That'll teach Whumpee exactly how good they have it with Whumper, they'll be so nice and docile for them once they are back *home*
I’m so disappointed to go back to my Pinterest board with all of the whump Bucky fanart and it’s not giving me brain damage like it used to 😭
kind of a big fan of throwing characters into a cage. also they're branded and tied up. but their eyes are you know, feral and they're going to snap at any second
Thinking about defiant whumpee being held down while a muzzle is forcibly strapped over there face
“I can fix him dw” [drill sounds] {screaming} [chainsaw revving]
tw: Drugged/paralyzed
Whumpee woke up slung over someone's shoulder, unable to move. It was dark, and all they could see was the forest floor shifting beneath someone else's feet.
They tried to squirm, but nothing happened. A small whimper escaped them as the person carrying suddenly stopped. Gently, they were laid on the ground, their back pressing against the cold earth. Whumpee could barely make out their features, whoever it was, they didn’t recognize them.
A gloved hand cupped Whumpee’s face, causing them to flinch.
The figure tisked, then rolled up Whumpee's sleeve and injected a syringe into their arm.
The moment the needle pierced their skin, Whumpee lost the ability to make another sound. The fleeting sensation they had almost regained in their fingers quickly faded. The figure patted Whumpee's cheek, smiling when no response came.
With a grunt, they lifted Whumpee back over their shoulder and continued deeper into the woods.
Caretaker cutting up whumpees food for them because it’s hard/painful for them to do it themselves
Whumpee wearing caretakers clothes because they don’t have many of their own or their old clothes don’t feel like they belong to them anymore.
Caretaker speaking up for whumpee in social settings because their anxiety is dialed up to 100 even just in a coffee shop or grocery store
Whumpee leaning on caretakers arm because sometimes it’s hard to stay upright/they’re afraid to get left behind
Caretaker offering whumpee their coat because they get colder more easily/the cold makes injuries new and old alike ache again
Whumpee and caretaker cuddling on the couch because they’ve been so touch starved for so long but caretaker is the only one they trust to be so close.
Caretaker leaning in close to hear and speak to whumpee, because they tend to whisper now, and/or loud noises spook them, especially voices
Whumpee and caretaker sharing a bed because they don’t feel safe alone anymore/it prevents nightmares
Caretaker opening doors for whumpee because it’s hard for them/their mobility aid gets in the way
Whumpee asking for caretakers opinion on everything because they only trust them/their sense of normalcy has been broken or is nonexistent
Caretaker complimenting whumpee as a way to combat their conditioning/boost their self esteem
Just, a somewhat pseudo romantic relationship between the whumpee and caretaker, made all the more complicated by any real feelings they may have.
"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.
We’ve all seen the ‘after being tortured whumpee has an absurdly high pain tolerance and caretaker has to ask them why they haven’t moved their hand away from the burning stove etc etc’ and while I do love that trope I raise you:
Whumpee who after being tortured becomes hypersensitive to pain, to the point where stubbing their toe or burning their mouth on hot food or the pressure of their bandages against their wounds is enough to send them spiraling into flashbacks and convince them that caretaker is just another whumper with more creative methods
I love Bucky Barnes/Stucky, everything on this account is with them in mind. I love whump and whump prompts, trying not to traumatize my irls on the main account :)
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