I’m A Sucker For Whumpees With Scarred Backs.

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.

Loooove a whumpee who slurs their words ❤️ Maybe they're drugged, drunk, concussed, delirious, semiconscious or just exhausted, who knows? It's good stuff

i really like the trope of an extremely traumatized whumpee sharing a bed with caretaker, who just happens to be their partner.

they don’t do anything, it’s not like that.

it’s the way that caretaker holds whumpee, giving them warmth and a sense of security, helping them fall asleep, and comforting them after nightmares.

now whumpee can relax despite everything they went through; they trust caretaker so much, and caretaker loves them so much, even with all their trauma.

whumpee can only sleep when caretaker is near them, they’ve become their entire sense of security.

it’s just so sad- but so perfect 😭

love that trope, y’all ✨

Whumpees been taken for ransom from right under caretaker’s nose. Weeks pass before they get the call with demands for a chance at getting them back.

But caretaker will hear none of it until they hear whumpee’s voice over the phone.

“Whumpee are you okay?! Have they hurt you?” They cry over the phone. 

“….”

“I’m alive.”

Your whump word(s) of the day

“I’m not leaving you here, you understand me?!”

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".

Whump Prompt #1306

Anon asked:

Do you have any collars and dehumanization prompts?

I have a couple:

“Hello, pet.”

The whumper removes any instance of the whumpees names/nicknames. They are just ‘pet’ (or whatever else the owner wants to call them.) They’re not even called ‘blue eyes’ or ‘blondie’ etc.

The collar is one of those barbed ones, or a loop leash that tightens if the whumpee strays too far.

Maybe they’re kept at the whumpers side - forever forced to crawl by them/sit on their haunches.

It takes a long time for them to learn the behaviour… and it'll take even longer for them to unlearn it when they’re rescued.

The whumpee could eventually turn feral - taking on characteristics of a pet.

Maybe the whumper has a ‘pack’ of pets - I can imagine the new addition being unwelcome/being forced to fight for their food.

They’re fed in a bowl on the floor.

If they’re good they’re given treats (small biscuits, scraps of meat etc)

Over time, they feel anxious if they don’t have a collar around their neck. At first it’s claustrophobic, but then they feel too exposed without it.

day 1: scar reveal

@medwhumpmay

content: argument, scar reveal, rejection

“What is that?” 

Whumpee froze, mid-motion, shirt half-pulled off their body. They slowly turned around, facing a Caretaker that looked like they’d both rather be anywhere else and yet unable to actually move. They let go, and the fabric fell back down, over the gnarly scar that ran the length of their torso. “What’s what?” they asked with an awkward chuckle. Caretaker didn’t seem to be in on the joke.

“Whumpee, what is that?” 

“I, I don’t know what you mean. It’s just me. It’s always just been me.” Please don’t let this change anything. Please, let’s go back to how we were. Please, please, please.

Caretaker slowly walked into the room, right up to Whumpee. They reached out, stopping before their fingers could’ve brushed against their shirt. “May I see?” 

Whumpee stepped back. Caretaker lowered their hand. “It’s not just you, it’s… everyone. I don’t… go around showcasing it.”

“That much is evident. We’ve been living together for what, four years? And I’ve never… Gosh, Whumpee, I never… never once…”

“This doesn’t have to change anything,” they cut in. 

“How could it not?” they asked in turn, before they let out a deep sigh, running a hand down their face. “How could it not?”

“Just don’t let it!” Whumpee snapped. “Just— Just pull yourself together and stop looking at me like I’m some sort of freak!”

“You could’ve told me!” they snapped right back. “You could’ve told me instead of letting me find out like this! I thought we meant something to each other! I thought I was worth more than— than this.”

“I told you, it’s not you, it’s everyone!”

“Am I just like everyone to you?” 

Whumpee stopped in their tracks, the vicious attack dog inside them cowering like a kicked puppy at the question. They almost whimpered, too. “I… No, Caretaker, it’s not that… I would’ve told you eventually…”

“You wouldn’t have.” They sighed again. “You wouldn’t have.”

Whumpee stayed quiet. Caretaker ran a hand through their hair, turning away. The guilty silence more than confirmed their assumption. 

“Fine,” they said eventually, when Whumpee didn’t say anything. “Keep your secrets. Keep me at a distance, if you want. You know what? Maybe I don’t want to be close to you either.” With that, they left the room, not turning around to see the tears trickling down Whumpee’s face.

~

@whumpsday

they should make a saluting emoji that looks tired. exhausted even. one that got to the airport at 3:30 AM perhaps. dare I say a saluting emoji that's about to stuck in an overnight layover in dallas. hypothetically!

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