"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.
"Hey, you awake?"
Whumpee shuddered, trying to turn their head away. Gritting their teeth, they tried to ignore the feeling of Whumper's ice-cold hands on their skin, lingering by a large cut that was still bleeding sluggishly.
"I know you're awake," Whumper whispered, digging their sharp fingernails into Whumpee's cut. Whumpee screamed, every muscle in their body tensing at the pain and Whumper's touch.
"Knew it," Whumper smirked, turning away.
Thinking about defiant whumpee being held down while a muzzle is forcibly strapped over there face
Talking more about one of my favorite prompts:
Content: bruises, slapping, gagging, scared whumpee
Thrown to their knees in front of a whumper that wants to beat the piss out of them
(and whumpee is fully aware from the look on whumper's face that they are planning on it. *Panicking, hyperventilating, keeping head down anticipating the first blow*)
Throwing whumpee onto their knees and they moan because this is like the 6th time today and their knees are red and inflamed and bruised
"shut him up." *Cue gag*
Slap of hand on chin as chin is roughly yanked backward and whumpee's whole back arches in the same direction to keep from hurting their neck
"whumper-Aa!--" (--whumpee)
"open." Smack to the cheek. "Open your mouth."
Whumpee's eyes squeezed shut already and they have to open them to see what is going in their mouth
Gagged whumpee thrown down on their bruised swollen knees so the moan sounds more muffled like "MMMNNffh!"
Whumpee tries to get up and a hand pinches down on the back of their neck. "No."
Content: manhandling, humiliation, beating
Slammed into the top of a desk with their arm twisted behind them
Whumpee wincing and freezing under whumper's weight as they realize they're trapped; if they move any more their wrist is going to break
whumpee crushing their lips in their teeth to hold back cries of pain that they'd be punished for
Guards shoving in a manacled, stumbling whumpee before the king, kicking him to his knees and forcing him to bow so low his forehead hits the flagstones
Fist in the hair to yank whumpees head up
Or fingernails bruising into the cheeks for the same goal
Whumpee frustrated to rage that they aren't being allowed to just walk straight, instead they have to throw them into walls and slam them down into seats
Looking up with a livid glare at main whumper when they get there
Whumpee starting to speak, "wait, just--" gets yanked so hard the words catch before he staggers forward
"I can walk." Whumpee growls next time they come for him. Snarky guard--"well, you're to be dragged."
When the whumpers step away from whumpee, now tied up and gagged on the floor, panting through his nose
Humiliating punishments like whipping while whumpee is tied up like this, whumpee floundering awkwardly away with a muffled shriek at every strike
Holding whumpee's arms so whumper can punch them over and over in the stomach
A lineup of prisoners, but whumpee is the only one that gets thrown and kicked into position
coughing up blood trope but the blood is a different color than it's supposed to be send post
"You don't have to feel this way anymore," the whumper cooed, holding the whumpee's head in their hands.
The whumpee whimpered softly, weakly struggling against their captor's grip, hands tied tightly behind their back.
"Tell me what I need to know," the whumper stroked their thumb across the whumpee's cheek, "I don't want to hurt you."
Tears trickled down the whumpee's face, "you... you're lying."
The whumpee stared back at them, eyes unblinking, "You're smart."
“I can fix him dw” [drill sounds] {screaming} [chainsaw revving]
A Whumpee who has spent their entire life under the control of another, without any autonomy or independence.
One day, after their rescue, they finally realize that they now *do* have autonomy, and that the others in their life respect that. They have independence, they can do whatever the fuck they want, they don't need permission anymore.
And that feels... weird. Surreal. Freeing. Confusing.
They're just holding this revelation in their hands like "What is this? What do I do with it?"
HELP ME FIND THIS FANFIC PLEASE AND THANK YOU!
(Disclaimer) The way I'm explaining it is coming from memory which may not be totally correct so I apologize and hope someone can find it with the information I have.
I know for sure it’s most likely Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes, but I don't remember if it’s on AO3 or a Wattpad. (Most likely AO3) Sam Wilson is a side character as well as possibly Helen Cho, T’Challa, and Shuri as the part I remember takes place in Wakanda. It would also fall under the tag of Hurt/Injured Steve Rogers or Hidden Injury. Another thing I remember is that it was Civil War and right after Tony, Bucky, and Steve fought in Siberia they went to Wakanda to get Bucky’s mind and arm fixed. I think that Steve had gone to rescue the others in the raft (after Bucky went into cryo) including Sam with his hidden injuries otherwise I’m not sure how Sam had gotten to Wakanda with Steve and Bucky but I don't remember any of the other captured Avengers with them but they could have been with them. It was T’Challa, Steve, and Sam talking and so Steve thanked T’challa for help in Siberia and helping Bucky (I don't think Bucky was in this conversation since I think he was in cryo MAYBE), and then Steve started to walk down the hall. Steve then passed out in the hallway and Sam ran towards Steve to help him, It turned out Steve was hiding that his whole chest and sternum were bruised from Tony's repulsor.
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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