Fancy dinners and fine outfits à la the Dracula trope. Invading their space with a hand on their shoulders or neck, a hand on their jaw or side of their face, tilting their head controllingly. Unwanted kisses, made all the worse for being so gentle. Whumper sleeping peacefully with an arm around Whumpee, who’s desperately trying to keep their breathing even, keep from crying.

Whumpee weighing their options. What’s worse? The things whumper will do if angered, or the constant unwanted affection-

i'm ALSO completely besotted by this. especially appealing to me obviously with an aromantic whumpee, especially a romance repulsed one, who is being targeted for this kind of treatment specifically out of arophobia or a desire to Fix them. but of course it's just as horrific a kind of abuse no matter what whumpee's orientation is.

whumpee sleeping in bed with whumper spooning them from behind, their bodies pressed together, whumper's arm around them, keeping them close. and they're nearly hyperventilating. they feel sick and scared and trapped and if they start to cry they might sob. or scream.

who is seeing this? do whumpee's friends see what's happening, see not only how whumpee is changing as the abuse continues and invades every part of their life, but how they're starting to flinch and recoil from previously enjoyed and reciprocated affection too?

Especially awful to me with a whumpee who has never had sex so they're too scared to ask anyone about these confusing and wrong phantom sensations and half-memories--what if they're wrong and accusing the people caring for them for no reason? Horrific.

oh that hits real hard, i love that. medical whump is so good, and this is such a good iteration of it. the way they gaslight themself. the way they wince when they move and feel so vulnerable and scared and violated and it can't have happened, right? they must have just- have just- what? have just what?

and the fear of care afterwards... the fear of care, of the people caring for them. people need so much help after surgery, and there's this awful debate, right? do they risk someone they're close to violating them when they're weak, helpless, vulnerable, or do they risk getting professional nursing care and bringing another stranger in to care for their hurt body when the last time- the last time-

the last time what? they don't even know what happened, not for sure.

or if we continue with the idea of friend sex after with Caretaker, Whumper still just goes silent. Even if they’re not panicking they can’t bring themself to talk. if Caretaker knows they respond like this they can handle it well and take care of them. if they don’t know then they might end up being the one panicking.

oh i love that. i LOOOOVE that. it happens over and over, but the reactions are so different.

whumpee in bed with whumper. things are being done to their body, things they don't want, things they didn't agree to. things they never agreed to. tears drip down their face. they're silent, still, drifting and sick and emptied inside. they're hollow. something was pushed inside them and everything else was gutted out. whumper doesn't care. whumper is taking from them, and they don't care if there's nothing left.

whumpee can't say what happened. they can't explain. they can't tell anyone but they... they want someone to know. they want a friend to know. they sit there and look at their friend after asking if they can talk about something, and the words die in their throat. their chest feels like their lungs have been pulled out. their friend sees the tears, sees the silence, sees the devastation. they start asking. yes or no questions. things whumpee doesn't have to speak for. and that's how they find out. they help whumpee say what they can't say.

The 17th, the dreaded day, is next Friday.

Please, every little bit counts. 🙏

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I have no right to ask for further help, but I'm desperate. I managed to raise enough to register the van by selling some of my things and I'm still trying to sell some of my other things, just haven't gotten any bites yet...I'm also running out of valuable things to sell, not that the last few things I'm selling are really valuable.

I'm doing what I can on my own, but it won't be nearly enough or soon enough.

I'm sorry.

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i so deeply enjoy a frustrated, annoyed, angry whumper. their victim's body is not satisfying them the way they want it to, the way they were trying to force this person to stimulate them. whumpee's body not responding the way they want is a problem, it's something whumpee is doing to frustrate them. so they're going to fix the problem. they're going to get whumpee wet/hard, they're going to force whumpee to tighten/relax. and whumpee sobs and squirms and breathes forcefully out in this hard, choppy whining breaths.

and then, if their body does start reacting the way that whumper wants it to? in a way that's fulfilling for them? the shame whumpee would feel when whumper's frustration starts shifting into smug self-satisfaction. their loud, pointed moans while whumpee cries and cries, shaking all over.

caretaker and whumpee are at a public event together, and somehow, caretaker catches on to the fact that whumpee has been forced to wear a sex toy under their clothes. this was literally whumpee’s worst nightmare—it’s very much part of the appeal of this type of whump, the “what if someone catches you” of it all, the implication that anyone would misinterpret this and think that whumpee is just sexually adventurous, experimenting with their partner, an exhibitionist, a slut… but caretaker sees right through those assumptions. maybe it’s whumpee’s stiffness, or their little flinches and winces as the toy works beneath their clothes, or their numb, horrified expression. maybe it’s the fact that the muffled moan that gives them away isn’t just “embarrassed”—its tinged with a deep shame. either way, caretaker puts it together, and they speak to whumpee very quietly away from everyone else.

“do you… need help taking it out?”

whumpee, miserably, trying to shut their legs against an unwanted pulse: “i can’t. whumper will know.”

“oh.” caretaker gives no judgement, no smug smile, no assumptions. “well, then, do you want company, or would you rather be alone?”

god i have such a particular soft spot for situations where the abuse is ongoing, it's current, and someone finds out. i love every possible iteration of that. but there is something SO compelling about when they learn, and they just... they can't make the abuse stop. not right now. for whatever reason, it continues for some time, and caretaker knows. they know it's happening and they know they can't make it stop. but they still care, they care so much, and they can't just abandon whumpee to that pain, that abuse.

they can't make it stop but that doesn't mean there's nothing they can do. they can support whumpee, they can care for whumpee as much as they can. it doesn't feel like enough. it doesn't feel like anything. but to whumpee, god, it's lifesaving. even just that someone saw them, saw the pain, saw the abuse, saw that it wasn't okay. having a witness to their pain means everything. someone who just... was there. who cared. who said this isn't right, this shouldn't be happening to you. who they were safe with.