Whumpy Writing

∆ 22 years old ∆ he/him ∆

[survivesurvivingwhump]

Whumpee trying to get medical treatment after escaping, hesitantly and quietly talking in euphemisms and allusions that the medic doesn't understand. Eventually the whumpee snaps and screams what the whumper did in profane, crude, even pornographic terms.

it isn’t working. they’re just not getting it. medic teammate isn’t hearing what whumpee is saying - but oh, that’s the problem, isn’t it? whumpee isn’t saying it.

they didn’t want to. they can’t stomach saying it, they can’t breathe through the withering shame that rises in their throat when they even think about having to say what happened. they had hoped so much that medic would be able to put two and two together if they put the math in front of them, but no. their teammate chose today to forget simple fucking arithmetic.

they’re not getting it. medic isn’t understanding, and whumpee doesn’t want to say it, but they have to. they have to. they don’t have a choice, just like they didn’t have a choice when-

“okay, you want me to spell it out for you? i need you to run an std panel on me in case i caught something when whumper bent me over their desk and gave me a good hard fuck. there, is that enough, or do you need to know exactly how they felt inside me or what a useful whore they said i was too?”

silence. staring, shock, horror. whumpee’s shoulders heave with their laboured breathing and their entire body is trembling.

fuck. what did they just do? fuck.

[whump-until-wretched]

A God Whumper kidnaps Whumpee into another realm where nothing can reach them and tortures them there. After some days, weeks, or maybe years (maybe time passes differently there, way faster than in the real world), during yet another torture session, Whumper stills suddenly, is quiet for a moment, as if listening, and then bursts out laughing.

”Seems like Caretaker finally realised you have vanished,” Whumper says between amused chuckles. ”They’re praying to me to keep you safe.”

[befuddled-calico-whump]

thinking about a whumpee on a forced march through rough terrain

hands tied in front of them, on foot while their captors are mounted, sleeping out in the open, forced to beg for adequate food and water

maybe they're barefoot, a captured royal in silken robes

maybe they're in a torn suit or soldier's uniform

maybe they were stripped at the start, increasing the exposure to the elements, the humiliation

are they a terrified mess from the beginning, or do they try to endure with dignity? how long before they're stumbling, barely putting one foot in front of the other? how long before they fall?

[deerslayer14]

Whumpee held strong. Whumpee never broke. Whumpee never said "stop", never said "please", never shed a tear. When the law enforcement rescued him, he made sure to give as many valuable details on Whumper as he could recall. Officers tapped him on the shoulder, saying "Good job, champ."

And then Caretaker came. And hugged him, ever so gently.

Two seconds, three, five. "Ok, ok, I'm alright, you can let go now," Whumpee say. Caretaker nods and keeps holding. Fifteen seconds in Whumpee's arms raise to hug Caretaker back.

And thaaaat's when the dam breaks. First the lip begins shaking. "I'm alright, really," he says and the voice cracks. He finally cries.

"I got you," Caretaker replies softly and holds him through screaming, and ugly crying, and eventually sobbing quietly. Caretaker's vest gets wet with tears. "I got you."

[thornsinyourskin]

whumpee who doesn’t feel safe sleeping

whumpee that will only sleep in small, hard to find spaces

whumpee that scares caretaker half to death by not being anywhere to be seen when they wake up, only to be tucked away in some nook or cranny, barely asleep

[hurtwithallthecomfort]

After the whump happens, Whumpee does a complete identity change. New name, new look, new (fake) backstory. Maybe they’re hiding from Whumper or maybe they just wanted some change. The old them is dead now.

Eventually, the team/their friends find out about the existence of Whumper, and more specifically they find out about the horrific things they did to a person going by a name they’ve never heard before: Whumpee’s old name.

Whumpee doesn’t want to speak up. This’ll pass and the team will assume their alter ego died or something and Whumper will be forgotten. They just have to push through it and ignore how they feel when they hear their friends commenting on the situation like Whumpee wasn’t a part of it.

Of course, the truth comes out eventually. Whumper recognises them, or someone else on the team points out a distinct, unique similarity between Whumpee and that person. Everyone’s horrified.

They’ve known for months about this terrible, terrible thing that happened to someone. Hell, one person made a pretty tasteless joke about it over brunch. But all of it feels scarily real when now they know it wasn’t just something that happened to some unknown mystery person.

It happened to Whumpee. Their Whumpee.

[whumppromptoftheday]

"hey..." whumpee says, ducking their head to look at caretaker. "you know I don't blame you for anything that's happened to me, right?"

"why not?"

[tender-traps]

the moment whumpee realizes they’re in deep shit

“you can scream if you want. no one will hear us out here.”

“don’t you dare touch me.” “oh, you’re going to wish all i did was touch you.”

whumpee notices a suspicious stain on the floor. “is that…?” “aww, did you think you were my first?”

“i feel kinda… dizzy.” “mm, it’s about time. that stuff is supposed to work faster than this.”

“you don’t have to do this. you can stop now, and i won’t tell anyone. we can pretend this never happened.” “you think that’s what i want? to let you walk away like nothing happened? no, sweetheart. i’m going to make sure you never forget this.”

“stop—stop! i don’t want this! i said i don’t—” “i know, whumpee. and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“whumper, please! i thought we were friends!” “oh, we’re about to be so much more than that.”

“please don’t do this. please.” and whumper’s only response is to lean in and kiss their tears away.

[rayloveswhump]

The progression of a defiant Whumpee from:

"Screw you, fuck-face, I'll never do what you want."

to:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, PLEASE-"

is just the best.

[mxrr0rball]

caretaker who warns whumpee, "this is really going to hurt," as theyre resetting a break/pushing a dislocated shoulder back into place/etc.

whumpee who doesnt flinch and doesnt seem bothered at all. in fact, theyre more confused by the warning than anything.

caretaker who is now also confused at the lack of reaction until whumpee goes, "what? ive had way worse. thats nothing."

[whumppromptoftheday]

"you knew what they were capable of..." whumpee whispers, back turned to caretaker. "and you still left me alone with them."

[anoushka-m-alice]

Whumpee is finally free!

After almost a year of captivity, relentless horrors, an unexpected rescue, emergency surgery, months of hospital care…

They’re now in recovery and struggling with the most innocuous of triggers.

After so long trapped in a windowless space, they are desperate for fresh air. It's a primal urge. Yet, leaving a window even slightly ajar is terrifying; easier for whumper to find and recapture them.

The stress is overwhelming, mentally flicking between the two things they need: air and safety.

Cue another meltdown.

[bloodiedbriars]

touch starvation

too scared to ask for affection

testing the waters with “casual” brushes

“please, don’t go…”

meeting a naturally physically affectionate person and being thrown for a loop

freezing up when receiving physical affection and not knowing how to react

being uncomfortable when they do receive affection

seeking out hobbies associated with physical contact (dancing, wrestling, …)

watching someone hug and feeling envy

taking long, hot showers to simulate touch

hugging self in bed to self soothe

trying to replace human affection with animal companions

learning to ask for hugs and cuddles

once they feel comfortable with it, they become insatiable for touch

(is also sometimes called “skin hunger” and i just think that’s sick)

(Whumpuary 2026, Day 29: Touch Starved)

[silvercap]

Thinking about how fucking scary a really bad illness would be back when doctors and medicine weren't an easily accessible thing and there was really nothing to fall back on. I'm thinking fantasy scenarios here, but historical works too and whatever. Just the stomach-dropping realization that this is a bad one, and they (sick person or their caretaker) are in for a long day/week, their life on the line. Just a lot more terrifying for everyone involved!! The Fear, which leads to bedside vigils etc. So good

[inhurtandincomfort]

"You... hurt me. That wasn't punishment, wasn't correction, it was just... cruel."

"Hurt you? I made you. You should be grateful. Without that pain, you'd be nothing."

[songbird-of-jioral]

Every. Single. Time I have to open his cell door he forgets he's chained to to the wall and immediately lunges at me like a wild dog. I can tell he's going for my neck. And every single time I easily avoid him by taking a single step backwards, and the only person he ends up choking is himself. How many more times until he learns resisting me is only going to end up hurting him, do you think?

[villainwithacrush]