I Love A Well-written Vivisection - Tumblr Posts

since you’ve said no one has asked this of you,, could you please write an absolutely fucked up and depraved drabble??

pretty please 🥺

omg im sorry i didnt mean it that way. i just meant whenever i get a request for smth fucked up and depraved its never w the wording "heres a challenge for u" bc thats just my default drabble style😭😭😭 BUT YES I CAN !!!!! I JUST HAD A GOOD TALK W MY FRIEND ABT A MESSED UP THING . ENJOY

tw vivisection, gore, blood, nsfw, medical setting, wound fingering

Whumper made the incision precisely and carefully, with the steady hands of an experienced surgeon. Well, self-trained surgeon. They didn’t like to toot their own horn, really, but they had gotten quite good at the craft despite never having received any formal education on it. They had read all the books they could get their hands on, they had practised tirelessly… and now they were putting real surgeons to shame. But they didn’t like to brag.

This one didn’t need all the caution, though. Whumpee was immortal, so all the safety measures like disinfecting the scalpel were just routine, something Whumper did absentmindedly before they started on any new project. The poor thing was whimpering on the operating table, biting down on the cloth in their mouth so hard that Whumper thought their pointed teeth might go through it. That would’ve been a shame. Tears were streaming down their flushed cheeks, and Whumper made no effort to wipe them away, too focused on the work at hand.

More of a passion project, actually.

They folded back the flesh, pushing flaps of skin out of the way like it was nothing more than a curtain to peek behind. Bones fell away under their trusty saw and hammer, and Whumpee just wailed, wailed until their throat was too hoarse to continue. There it was, their heart, their immortal, ever-beating heart, one they could rip out and crush in their hand, yet the next day it would be right where it belonged. They wondered, distantly, whether Whumpee had wished for a more permanent death by now.

Whumper lowered the bloody scalpel to one of their thick arteries, making the smallest cut they could without compromising their plan. They needed it to be a small cut. Tight.

They slowly slipped a finger inside, testing the waters and making Whumpee twitch under their touch. It was slick with the freshest blood their body had to offer, warm with life itself, stretching readily to accommodate Whumper. It was inviting. It was perfect. They pulled back and took their surgical glove off, yet another unnecessary precaution they had taken to protect someone who couldn’t die of infection, and dove right back in with their bare hand this time.

The feeling of their skin against the inside of Whumpee’s artery was something indescribable. They pushed it in slowly, feeling around, exploring. The subject’s muffled pleas faded into the background as they kept moving their hand, pulling out, then pushing back in again, enjoying the familiar viscosity of their blood coating them. Could they fit another finger? Was that too greedy? Too eager? They couldn’t resist. 

It was an even tighter fit and Whumpee’s thrashing only intensified. Ironically, the thing causing them so much distress was the very same one keeping their blood in their body despite their torn open pulmonary artery. It ran slow, sluggish even, the thick drops finding little space to squeeze past the doctor’s invasive fingers.

Whumper licked their lips, exhaling shakily. They couldn’t pull their fingers out, that would’ve come with the risk of their patient bleeding to death within seconds. Yes, that was the only reason they kept doing it. They weren’t enjoying it that much, they were merely leaving their fingers inside until they thought of a solution. They weren’t stroking the wall of Whumpee’s artery at all. They were just thinking of the best way to reverse the damage so Whumpee could heal faster. And while they were thinking… they just had to keep the wound blocked.

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