But fuck, he is so tired of saying yes when he doesn’t mean it more often than when he does. He could mean it with them.
Stumbling downstairs midway through a Carter Foundation benefit, John is relieved to find that Carol and Doug haven’t left yet and asks to go home with them. Something is clearly wrong — something he seems reluctant to explain.
10k, explicit, found family-focused carter & carol & doug (with minor sexual carter/carol/doug). exploring carter escaping from sexual abuse and the first steps of healing. fill for my @badthingshappenbingo, disowned by family
The whumpee is under suspicion of some kind of treachery because they were alone with the whumper while captive without any of the other heroes around and the whumpee was released immediately afterwards. Of course, what actually happened was an assault but there’s no way they can admit this so their teammates remain suspicious and hostile. Even more so when the whumper later boasts of the whumpee "giving them everything they wanted".
whumper can see the way that whumpee’s team reacts to the taunt. the suspicion, the hurt, the outright glares. the way that one of them mutters i knew it. it delights them. whumpee bows their head in shame and shudders and whumper just grins, broad and pleased.
“oh, i had no idea they knew. and look at those reactions… this isn’t what you hoped for, is it?” whumper’s voice coos in a soft, false sympathy. “what was it you were saying when we were having our moment together? they’ll never let you get away with this? looks like you shouldn’t have even told them.”
some of the team are starting to look suspicious in a different way - confused. whumper doesn’t really notice. all they pay attention to is whumpee, taking a step closer. they want whumpee to understand once and for all that this is their purpose, that even their own team can see what a filthy little whore they are. so they grab whumpee between the legs, hard, and squeeze.
from behind them, one of whumpee’s teammates, loud and shocked, “hey, what the fuck?”
I'm so taken by the idea of Caretaker and drugged Whumpee. Maybe Caretaker finds them in the aftermath of what Whumper did, maybe Whumper did this to Whumpee and told Caretaker to "clean up the mess". The vulnerability of it, the humiliation.
Whumpee shaking, unable to speak clearly, curled into Caretaker's lap.
Caretaker looking around, waiting for Whumper to come back, because they know that they have to be nearby.
Whumpee trying to explain what happened, but they can't, for whatever reason that may be.
Whumpee apologizing. "I know I'm meant to be stronger than this, I know I'm meant to be better, I don't know why I can't stop crying, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"I don't want to, I don't want to, I'll be good, I'm sorry."
Whumpee not being able to move... nearly completely immobile, completely in Caretaker's hands, forced to trust that they'll be kind.
"Shh, shh... it's alright, it's just me. You're safe now."
Caretaker calling them pet names, stroking their hair, doing anything they can to try to reassure them.
rape kits seem like such a big part of non-con aftermath potential (and in general, the possibility of the assault being so violent that they need to stay at a hospital afterwards)
- does whumpee have to have a kit done? do others convince them to do it or is it their own decision, determined to have some sort of proof of what happened?
- do the people who carry it out show kindness to whumpee or are they methodical and cold?
- concerned caretaker debating with others if they should take whumpee to the hospital (maybe they don't want to put whumpee through the ordeal when they know whumper is unlikely to face consequences, maybe they're scared they'll be the one blamed for it)
- whumpee trying to handle it all while putting up a brave front (that is barely working) they can't break down, not here
- likewise, whumpee who remains stoic and doesn't react the entire time. this is nothing compared to what got them here
- while researching the topic, I saw the quote "we try to treat the whole body as a crime scene," how would whumpees react to their bodies being considered a crime scene? validated, horrified or embarrassed, trying to minimise it?
- the nurses looking at whumpee with pity, and thats worse than them not caring at all
- police having to be called to interview whumpee, who wants caretaker to stay with them but they have to leave the room, leaving whumpee alone to face the prying questions
- they interview caretaker, too, who breaks down while recalling what they know
- (bonus points stoic caretaker breaking down once they hear the doctors explain just how severe whumpee's injuries are)
An injured character has a sudden spasm of pain and can only gasp, freeze, and clutch at the nearest object as they ride it out, body curled and tense against the surge of pain washing through them, hands clenched and clinging to whatever's closest for an anchor until the pain subsides.
Often we get reluctant whumpee and a caretaker always showing up for them. How about yearning whumpee and a caretaker than never appeared?
They know such care exists. They’ve seen others receive it, cared for themselves and zoned out imagining it was someone else, so when? Where is it? What did they do so terribly wrong that made them so undeserving of a caretaker in their life?
They made it through the pain themselves, they made it through the recovery themselves, not a single witness to it all. Even still, no one to even say good job, I’m proud of you for doing it on your own.
So after all that time they also have to be the one to tell themselves good work. They will have to keep recovering on their own because they can’t assume someone’s coming anymore. They can’t wait any longer.
Do they still hold onto the 1% hope even at the expense of their self healing? Hold themselves back for that 1%?
no pressure... but did u ever finish the half finished pitt fic you posted about... the recovering addict gets roofied and has to call someone for help and convince them they didn't relapse... i am very interested...
hi hi! first of all thank you so much for reaching out it is so motivating to know that there is continued interest for this esp after how long it's been..... i have not finished it yet but i just talked to @survivesurvivingwhump who is now cowriting it with me since that post and it IS gonna happen soon we promise 😭 we r plotting as i write this it's gonna happen
Caretaker and Whumpee are friends who often sleep in the same bed for whatever reason (comfort, closeness, not being able to afford another one but also not wanting one of them to sleep on the couch). Usually neither of them would wear much. Just their underclothes, or maybe even sleep completely naked, as both of them are prone to overheating.
Then they stop living together, or Whumpee goes away for a while, but when they're re-united and they resume their old set up, Whumpee always stays fully clothed when they sleep next to each other. It's not really that weird of a thing, but Caretaker starts to notice other things are off, too. Whumpee is always tense, they don't cuddle like they used to, Whumpee's eyes suddenly become fixed and alert whenever Caretaker strips off to sleep - just sleep - in their bed.
It's subtle, but the evidence is there. So while Whumpee lies awake at night panicking and re-living things silently in their mind, Caretaker lies awake and wonders if something really bad might have happened while they were gone.
god this is good, the habitual bed sharing between friends, the casual intimacy and little-to-no clothing that was just normal between them. cuddling as they fall asleep, or waking pressed together, someone's hand reached out and resting on the other's hip, face tucked against the back of their shoulder, legs hooked together. it was so... normal. it was routine for them.
and then after this break, after they return to this habit, and things are different. things have changed. it is so clear that whumpee doesn't feel safe anymore, and it's becoming frighteningly clear what they're afraid of. it's not entirely set in stone but... the math adds up. caretaker's heart hurts in their chest with the way whumpee watches them, regards their body and its proximity as a threat.
the fact that they still do this makes me crazy. does whumpee think they have to? do they think they can't ask not to sleep like this anymore, they can't say no? or is it that they really do want this piece of normalcy, this normal, grounding intimacy back, they're just fucked up now in ways they weren't before. are they angry at themself? do they wish they could roll over and bury their face in caretaker's chest like they used to, feel their skin press against that of this friend they trust so much?
it's becoming increasingly untenable. they aren't sleeping well. caretaker is clearly noticing something is wrong. they think... they think they're going to have to talk about it. about what happened. about whumper.
yes yes, caretaker holding whumpee of their own volition is good… but have you considered whumpee climbing into caretaker’s arms/lap unprompted?
what’s the situation? have they just gotten rescued? are they dying? touch starved? or maybe just tired, and want a safe place to rest? or all of the above?
is it a leap? are they desperately crawling into caretaker’s embrace, trying to get as close as possible? or is it cautious, like they’re scared caretaker will say no? or is it arduous— maybe they’re weak from fatigue or injuries or blood loss, and it takes a lot of effort for them to make the movements.
how does caretaker react? are they surprised? displeased? maybe they’re overjoyed that whumpee trusts them enough to do this. or, just maybe, there’s a bittersweetness to it, because it’s a goodbye (death or otherwise).
-Promised pain meds that are actually aphrodisiacs
-Drugs that make the whumpee sleepy and vulnerable, becoming drowsy and affectionate even if they usually were terrified or disgusted by their whumper
-Drugs that make the whumpee angry, aggressive, and energetic - easily manipulated in this state to even attack others at the behest of their whumper
-Finally getting pain meds after living in constant pain for ages and being brought to tears by the relief
-Super strong pain meds that make the whumpee slow and stoned, unable to defend themselves verbally or physically
-An allergic reaction to some pain meds or antibiotics - will the whumper risk bringing them to the hospital? Do they have a doctor who will help on the hush? Do they leave their whumpee to suffer through on their own?
- MEDS A WHUMPEE NEEDS TO FUNCTION, do they have to struggle to live without them? Does the whumper give them meds but on the condition of good behavior? Does the whumpee refuse the meds? Does the whumper give them their meds but secretly replace them with something else?
-Drugs that make a whumpee hallucinate - what do they see? Are they scared? Are they emboldened?
-Sleeping meds, keeping the whumpee too drowsy and weak to try to escape
- Stimulants, forcing a whumpee to stay up for days, sleep deprivation, forced labor
- Drugs slipped into food and drink, not knowing what’s happening when they start to feel funny
-Whumpee being forced to eat or drink something they KNOW is drugged but having no choice
-Injecting a whumpee with a syringe, the sharp pain of the injection and then the terrifying realization that they’ve been drugged, begging the whumper to tell them what they just gave them
-The whumpee trying to drug their whumper, maybe hoping to make an escape attempt, but being caught and forced to consume whatever it was themselves
- Starving a whumpee and then finally offering them some food, they know it is drugged but struggle to resist the temptation of the food, they are just so hungry
- Drugging a whumpee and letting them go, them being so overwhelmed with relief that they can finally escape, only to collapse just a few feet away from freedom
-Making a whumpee dependent on drugs, so they become even more dependent on their whumper, their Whumper threatening to take away the drugs as punishment knowing the horrible withdrawals they would go through from being cut off
- Drugs that paralyze the whumpee while leaving them conscious, the whumper getting to manipulate their body like a doll while they are horrified but unable to struggle
-Drugs that paralyze the whumpee’s legs, so they have to drag themselves anywhere they go
DRUGSSSSSSSS
If you use any of these prompts, please @ me, I’d love to read it!
thinking about mutual noncon where whumper specifically orders one whumpee to beg the other one to stop.
whumper guides whumpee 1 over to where whumpee 2 is laying on their back and tells them to get started. they manipulate whumpee 1 until they're hard, or they stand behind whumpee 1 and personally harness a strap on between their legs. whumpee 2 is restrained, or drugged, their thighs parted wide, lube glistening on their skin as they tremble. they've already got tears in their eyes.
whumper notices the tears. they're shoving whumpee 1 forward, bending them over whumpee 2, manipulating their body. and they lean forward and tell whumpee 1, "i can tell you don't want this. you don't want them inside you. that's okay. you don't have to want this. you're not supposed to want this. it's going to hurt you a lot, and you're going to hate it. so i want you to cry, and i want you to beg. beg your friend to stop raping you."
and whumpee 1 has no choice. they shake their head and are crying themself but they're forced on top of whumpee 2, forced inside them, a threat guiding their movement, or whumper's hands prompting them, or some kind of mind control aiding their actions.
the whole time, whumpee 2 does as they're told. they hate it, they hate themself, they can tell how badly it's affecting whumpee 1, but they can't stop. they're not allowed to stop, but what's worse is they mean it. "please, please stop," they beg, and they mean it. "it hurts, please, [whumpee 1], please stop. please stop hurting me. please take it out, please stop, i don't want this, please."
Could you make a prompt/drabble about a whumpee having sex with caretaker for the first time in a while after being assaulted by whumper, and caretaker guiding them through the entire thing? I love your work by the way!
i would LOVE to this is one of my favourite things forever. i <3 sex after trauma. for anyone reading this, this drabble is intended in the context of platonic sex/friends being sexually intimate/other nonromantic context. interpret it how you want of course, but that is how we roll on this blog.
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they're both nervous. whumpee is nervous, but caretaker is nervous, too. they want this to be... good. to be safe.
"it's okay if you have to stop," caretaker says. their voice is soft and warm. there's only a dim lamp on in the room, and they're in caretaker's bed, dressed in their pajamas. that felt like a silly way to do this, but it makes sense. they're comfortable, it's loose clothing, but they're not jumping straight to being fully naked. they're taking it slow. that's the plan. take it slow. "i just- you can always say stop. that's always okay."
whumpee is quiet at first and nerves climb higher in caretaker's throat. was that too patronizing? did it feel true enough? did they fuck up the wording, did it- was it-
"you can, too," is what whumpee finally says. "say no, i mean. it's okay if you want to stop."
caretaker looks at them sharply, abruptly worried that it seems like they don't actually want to be here, that shame and guilt is making whumpee feel like a horrible burden. it wouldn't be the first time. but that's... what's on their face isn't that. it's not guilt, or prickly defensiveness, or... it's warmth. it's an awkward, shy kind of earnestness, because- oh. right. they just... they meant that. they want caretaker to know that they can stop, too. it's- it's really sweet, is what it is.
"yeah," caretaker breathes, reaching over and taking whumpee's hand. they squeeze tight, get a tight squeeze back. they're close, and the sudden eye contact, sudden closeness, is making their skin feel hot, especially between their legs. "yeah. anyone gets to stop. any time. ground rule."
they smile at each other. it's earnest, a bit embarrassed, a little silly. it's time.
they start slow. caretaker's hands are warm and gentle, sliding up underneath whumpee's shirt. they pay attention, watch for reactions as things ramp up. sometimes, whumpee flinches or makes a faint whimpering sound. caretaker pauses when that happens, their hands going still, their bodies pressed close together, waiting but not pulling away. not calling a stop to things. they don't ask incessantly, don't constantly force whumpee to answer is this okay, are you good, do you want to keep going? but they wait for whumpee to start pressing into their touch again, for them to nod, to keep going.
caretaker hums in pleasure against the top of whumpee's head. they're both naked, bodies nearly indistinguishable, rocking into each other, into the feeling. they exhale whumpee's name, and whumpee laughs - actually laughs, quiet and brief but sincere and happy.
(whumpee had forgotten that part. how sometimes sex can mean laughing. can mean giggling and pressing your foreheads together before peppering kisses down someone's jaw.)
it's... it's good. it's not perfect. whumpee gets scared, they flinch, they nearly need to stop altogether when caretaker touches them in just the wrong way. but they recover. caretaker holds them, their naked bodies still touching, still joined, still flushed and wet and aroused by each other, but doesn't continue thrusting, doesn't kiss their stuttered breathing away. they just hold whumpee, stopped mid-fuck, and murmur, "it's me. you're safe. it's me, we're in my bed, in my bedroom. just us here. we're safe. we're okay. it's okay."
and it is. it's okay.
it's good.
they lay together afterwards, spent and relaxed and happy, whumpee feeling raw and vulnerable but still feeling good about what they did. they press their face into caretaker's collarbone, wrap arms around their bare waist, skin to skin, breathing together as the aftershocks of sex fade.
they'll talk about it. they'll talk about how it went, about whether it's something they want to do again. if whumpee starts to tip into feeling bad, they can talk about that, too. but for now they lay together, holding each other. it worked. it was good.
Do you have any dialogue ideas for a whumpee who tells caretaker what happened to them? I'm writing something and I for the life of me can't get the dialogue to work. Or maybe even someone can point me in a direction to another post?
i'm so sorry this is so late, my friend, i'm sure you've already written the scene or moved on by now but i do LOVE this question so i'm going to give some options. given the subject of this blog i assume you mean a whumpee who was raped telling caretaker about it. if that's not what you meant, my bad. but, here we go!! enjoy.
"i- i can't- i need you to ask me. i can't say it, i need you to ask me questions, okay? please. you- i think you know. please just ask me."
"i was raped." [pause, trembling breath] "sorry. i didn't mean to just- to say it like that, i just- i had to get it out. i don't think i'd- i was raped."
"i think something happened to me. someone... i think someone did something to me."
"you want me to tell you what happened? fine. fine, i'll tell you what happened. whumper fucked me. they pinned me down and spread my legs and shoved inside me and fucked me until they came. i was a fucking toy for them, a toy that they fucked. is that what you wanted to hear? are you happy now?"
"they wouldn't stop. i said no, and they didn't listen."
"it... hurt. it hurt. they wouldn't stop, and it hurt. i- please don't make me say it."
"i don't want to make you deal with this, i really don't want to force you to- i just- i really need to talk about this, because someone did something to me, and i can't- i don't feel okay. i don't- i feel- can i tell you? is it okay if i tell you what... can i talk to you about it?"
"you know what they did. come on. you know."
"whumper... forced me."
"i tried to fight. i promise i did, i said no, i fought, i did. i tried to get away. i didn't just- i didn't just let them-"
"i didn't even fight. it's fucking shameful, it's embarrassing. i laid there and took it, i let them fuck me like some- like-"
whumpee who’s not a captive in the literal sense, but is essentially bound to doing what whumper wants because whumper holds so much power over them. whatever life they have is something whumper lets them have, and if they tried to actually leave, things would get so much worse. whumper taking glee in reminding whumpee that it could be worse, that they could be crueller, that whumpee has it good- their life is downright luxurious, why are they so sour?
well, whumper doesn’t mind— they’ll get what they want regardless— it’s just a matter of whumpee conceding to it.
and of course whumpee’s self doubt and guilt convinces them at least somewhat that they let it happen because they didn’t fight whumper as much as they could, they’re too tired. People would kill for what they have, and all they have to do is give themselves up to whumper. what right do they have to complain?
YESSSS this is so so so compelling to me. i've said before that i love a good captivity kidnapping scenario but what really gets me more is an ongoing, covert kind of abuse situation.
things would get so much worse. whumpee has it so good, here. whumper helps them, supports them. mentors them, maybe, or takes care of them when they're sick or hurt, or is in some kind of relationship with them. rape, abuse that's based in coercion, not in literal forced captivity.
whumpee gets to be on this team because whumper supports and champions them. whumpee gets to stay in this house because whumper pays the bills. whumpee is in this program because whumper recommended them.
so whumpee complained some, tried to say no, tried to say they didn't like it, tried to squirm or turn away, but in the end, they let it happen. they gave in. they conceded, they laid down, and they took it. it's their fault, right? whumper has done so much for them. (whumper could take it all away.) this isn't so big a price to pay, is it? it's just sex. that's what they tell themself. it's just sex.
Thought: Whumpee post whump with people who help them with the trauma and PTSD and injuries but find themselves (possibly due to how the whumper reacted to them) hiding other physical problems. Specifically ones that are not related to the experience: Illness, heaches, sore muscles, migraines, etc. And then the caregiver(s) figure out and they aren't angry. They just want to help.
oh that hits real real good.
the sort of selective justification of okay, i can have help for this because i have an Excuse. i was horrifically hurt and traumatized and abused and i have an Excuse to need help, to need care. but only about this. anything else i still have to tough it through alone, i have to be an adult about this, i have to get over myself.
and the people in their life who want to help them find out and just... why would you hide this? you were so sick, why didn't you call? you know we'd be here for you.
yeah, you have been here for me, but this isn't about that. this isn't whumper. this is just- i just got sick.
and trying to help them understand that that doesn't matter. they don't have to have been kidnapped or tortured or nearly killed for their pain to matter. a nightmare that has nothing to do with whumper and is just some random scary dream is still reason enough to come lay down beside one of them for safety, it's still something they can talk about. they can still get help when they're sick - food, help, comfort. they don't have to have been horrifically attacked for it to be enough to ask for help, to accept help. it's a different learning curve, and it takes everyone by surprise. they thought they'd been over this already.
