#gender-ambiguous whumpee

[featherlovesrobots]

Some of these things I would actually pay to see. sickfictropes your stuff is so good and tasty!!!

Especially the part about the teammate finding out and talking through it with them. maybe it could be especially angsty and fluffy if the whumpee recently snapped at that very same character for not following orders / making a small mistake. And they're still the one who shows up when they need it most. just an idea

ooh let's have a nice little treat and think about characters who were just a teammate, then became the leader after something happens to the prev leader. or maybe they're just promoted and are now all of a sudden the boss of people who used to be their peers. the emotional h/c of enduring pressure, the strain on relationships as the team starts to resent being told what to do.

maybe they're so stressed that they're not sleeping and a teammate finds out and talks it through with them. maybe they get sick or hurt but feel like they're already barely holding the team together so they don't say anything. maybe they idolized the prev leader and are terrified to try to fill their shoes. alllll the angst and plenty of opportunities that i didn't even mention because this is all just off the top of my head!!

[whumping-valentine]

🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 10 🦌

"Anaira"

Content: Conspiracies, noncon kissing, feisty whumpee (but if you made it all the way to part 10 you already know that lol)

1,800 Words

Hey hey, It's part 10! We're a whole 1/3 of the way done! Who's ready to meet a new character? 👀

This chapter is a big turning point for the series, which will be fully in swing by part 14! I had to fistfight my writer's block to finish this, pls appreciate my efforts 🙏

Also! I just wanted to let y'all know that Fawn's real name is revealed in this part, and while it may be traditionally masculine, they are still ambiguous and you can picture them as whatever you want. As a genderqueer person who's name is Lillian and doesn't want to change it, I'm all about erasing gendered names and turning them neutral. Just wanted to put that out there. Thanks!

Enjoy! 🦇

       Going into town wasn’t something Hunter enjoyed doing. They hated being around other people, not to mention it was quite a long journey to get out of the woods. Their foot was pressed hard against the gas, the old truck’s engine roaring loud as it struggled to keep up. At least the sound somewhat distracted the thoughts in their head.

       Hunter didn’t have much experience driving, and especially didn’t have a license, but they knew enough to get them by. Besides, their driving skills were the least of their worries, their heart still beating from the adrenaline of nearly being what they could only assume to be a cult sacrifice. They tried to shake the thoughts away, but something like that isn’t just easily forgotten.

       The snow fell through the quickly darkening sky, hitting against the windshield, swirling around it, almost dizzying. A blur. A whirling whirlpool. Hunter pulled into the first parking lot they saw, a gas station.

       Outside the building stood a group of Christians, holding signs as they yelled about the upcoming rapture, yelling at the air to repent before it was too late. Not an uncommon sight to see in a small town like this, but usually it was in front of certain buildings and protesting gay people, or something. Also it was usually much earlier in the day, not at the brink of dusk in the middle of winter so close to Christmas.

What on Earth was going on? Yelling about the upcoming rapture is usually something done by old folks on facebook, not in real life. Still, Hunter gave the group nothing more than that simple passing thought as they entered the decrepit store.

       The floors were made of lazily placed tiles, some missing, or mismatched. The lighting was yellow, buzzing, and some even blinking, barely holding on. A moth flew around them, flapping its tiny wings while a cockroach skittered across the floor. A nacho station stood in the open. Ahh, yes, the best gas station nachos around. To eat those you’d have to have a death wish. The air smelt more of musty mold than it did nacho cheese.

       Hunter turned their head to a corkboard full of posters. Missing people's posters that Hunter was no stranger to. They took their time reading them, until one in particular caught their eye. One with a photo of Fawn.

MISSING

Rudolph Meyer

DOB: December 18th, 2003

19 years old

Height 5 feet 3 inches

Light brown hair

Green eyes

Glasses

Freckles 

Rudolph was reported missing October 12th, 2023 by their coworker after repeatedly failing to turn up for work or answer calls. They could have gone missing days or weeks prior.

If you have any details on Rudolph's whereabouts or disappearance please contact the Woodmar Police Department at 110-100-1000.

       Hunter looked at Fawn's phone again. They did have many missed calls from the same number. They must've missed it when snooping through it. Though they also noticed they picked the perfect day to wander into town.

       Today was their birthday.

        Hunter smiled to themself as they looked at the date. Without a care in the world they took the poster from the wall and folded it up into their coat pocket. They took a quick look around the store, walking down aisles. Looking at the drinks, they took a moment of contemplation before taking a bottle of alcohol.

They noticed there was only one other person in the whole store. The only employee, a tired looking woman with dark circles under the eyes, wearing a face mask. Hunter approached her.

       “Hey.” They said.

       “Hello. Can I help you with anything?”

       “If you can answer some questions, yeah. Do you know anything about that one missing person? Rudolph? They went missing rather recently, it seems.”

       "Yeah, little Rudy, as I called them." She said, "I was the one who reported them. It was very unlike them to miss a shift, and not answer calls. I hope they're okay, I know they didn't come here from a very good place."

       “Sorry to hear that. It’s pretty scary.”

       "Oh, tell me about it. Scary, stressful, and saddening. I’ve been a mess ever since they disappeared. A mess with worry, overworking, I don’t think I’ve had a single peaceful day of sleep. Even worse because I'm on the night shift, and little Rudy was working daylight. It was really only us two keeping this place up and running. Our boss has had to fill in for them. Poor woman's already busy enough as it is. Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m venting.”

       “Hey, I’m the one who asked.” They dismissed the apology with a shrug, “What about those crazies out front?"

       "Oh, yeah, those guys have been there for a while. Ever since those crop circles were found last week, people have been going nuts. I've seen folks walking around with tinfoil hats." She laughed. "It's probably just something in the drinking water. Or maybe just the nature of humans. They lose it so easily."

       “They’ve been preaching about the rapture all week?”

       "Oh, they've been preaching about everything. The zombie apocalypse, an alien invasion, a plague, vampires, werewolves, demons, UFOs, government conspiracies, the second coming of Christ. It's like everyone's gone completely looney."

       Hunter wanted to agree and dismiss it, but they could only think about everything else that happened. Fawn's dreams, that cult in the woods, the giant skeleton… were they going crazy, too?

       "Cold gettin’ to you?" She asked.

       “Yeah, I guess. I’ve had quite a day.” They sighed, looked around, and placed the bottle on the counter, “I’m just here for the drink, I guess.” They flashed their ID and paid.

       “Thanks,” They said, and turned to leave.

       “Oh, and, uh, hey!” She called out as the front doors dinged, “Um… Let me know if you find anything out about Rudy, will you?”

       Hunter paused in the doorway, the cold wind whipping in past their face. They turned and said, “I’ll be sure to let you know.” then left.

       When Hunter returned home, it was pitch dark outside, they were gone all day. There was a pile of dust in the snow on the front porch. Going inside, Fawn was curled up, asleep on the couch with the broom resting against the wall. They walked over to them, and nudged them awake, nudging their shoulder. Fawn slowly blinked their eyes open.

       "So," Hunter said, "were you going to tell me today was your 20th birthday, Rudolph?"

       The use of their real name made Fawn's heart drop into their stomach, jolting them wide awake. "How- how do you know that?"

       "I just so happened to find this while out in town today." They said, showing off the poster. "It seems your coworker is pretty worried about you. Anaira, was it? Very nice lady."

       Fawn could only stare up at the poster with wide eyes as Hunter smirked down at them. The use of Anaira's name just made their heart drop even more. They had a conversation? She had no idea she was talking to their captor…

       "It's a good thing I've got this poster. Afterall, I need to start building up my collection again after you destroyed it."

       “So you wanna kidnap more people? I ain’t enough? You want more after me? What're you gonna do with me then, huh? Kill me? Let me go?” They antagonized.

       “I think you think too much. Don’t read into it.”

       “I fucking hate you.”

       “Thanks! I don’t try to be liked. Especially not by people who act like bratty teenagers. Though I suppose it's no wonder why you do, you still are one!"

       "Not anymore. I'm 20. I'm not a teen, I'm not a kid, and I'm not being a brat. Why would I be anything but cynical to the person who's holding me captive?"

       Hunter ignored the last part, "It doesn't matter if you're 20 years old or 200 years old. Act like a teen and you might as well be one, eh?" They picked up on the fact Fawn did not appreciate being infantilized in the slightest.

"I am not that young." Fawn mumbled, bitterly.

"Well, you're certainly younger than I thought you were. Can't even drink yet, how cute is that? It's too bad we can’t share this.” Hunter said, holding up the bottle.

       "Oh, great, now you can smell like cigarettes AND alcohol."

       “Mmm, you’ll go nose blind, eventually. I go through a lot to steal these cigarettes, you know? Of course you don't, you're too good, despite being such an unruly badmouth."

       “What the hell do you want from me? Stop mocking me. I cleaned your stupid fucking house, I should at least get a thank you but ohhhh, no, I probably don't even deserve that, right?”

       “You want a thank you? I can give you a thank you.”

       Alarm bells immediately started going off in Fawn's head. They way they said it and their tone didn't sound too nice, almost more of a threat. Much to their dismay and horror, Hunter kissed them on the lips.

       Fawn froze up and their eyes widened, then squeezed shut as Hunter held the kiss. When they pulled away, Fawn scrunched their face in disgust, wiping their lips with the back of their hand.

       "Oh, relax, it's just a kiss.”

       “A gross and dirty kiss from your gross and dirty lips is what it was! What the fuck! Blahk!” They continued wiping their lips, which now tasted like cigarettes, shaking their head and shivering in disgust.

"You'll survive." Hunter said, dismissing their revulsion, "But as for me, I've had quite the unfortunate day, and I need my sleep."

"Oh no, I don't give a shit."

Hunter didn't respond, simply they just picked them up by the back of their shirt collar and pulled them through the cabin. Fawn cursed, kicked, and hit but it didn't do anything at all. They entered the bedroom and Hunter threw Fawn onto the floor, holding them down with a knee on their back as they tied their hands together.

"I'm going to sleep. You're going to lay on the floor and shut your mouth."

"Fuck you and fuck your—! Mmph!" Fawn spat, getting a cloth shoved into their mouth, with another being tied around their head to secure it.

"There. Now stay quiet." Hunter threatened, pushing Fawn's face into the floor as they stood up, hitting their nose off the hardwood. Fawn let out a growl in response.

HERE'S A THOUGHT! IF YOU WANT QUIET YOU CAN JUST LET ME GO! PEACE AND QUIET, ALL ALONE FOREVER, EVERYBODY WINS!! Fawn screamed in their head as they fought the restraints, mumbled nonsense coming from their mouth.

       As Fawn calmed down and was left to their thoughts, they didn't care that they had to sleep on the floor. They didn't care that they were treated like a pet. They only cared about how everything they fought so hard for was ruined.

       They were going to celebrate their 20th birthday as a way to say that they managed to survive so long. That they finally escaped their childhood home. Now they were here, held captive, and back where they started.

       And to make it all worse, they would now have to forever remember that as their first kiss.

You'll be seeing a lot more of Anaira in the near future, as well as a few more new characters! Lemme tell you, once chapter 14 hits this'll be like a completely different thing than what it started as. Shit's about to get crazy and hit the fan.

Also, surprise! This part has art attached. I was originally not gonna give them designs, and just leave them to the interpretation of the reader, but I'm slowly becoming attached to them and couldn't help myself. I just had to draw them! You can still picture them however you want.

Also I'm curious how old you think Hunter is? 🤔 the answer may surprise you (and Fawn, too).

Taglist: @parasitebunny @whumpy-wyrms @fruitypinapple00

If you want added or removed, lmk in the comments !

Thanks for reading ! 💕🦌

[whumpthefifth]

I get a little annoyed with those ‘insert your character here!’ whump posts when they’re gendered. WDYM this ambiguous ‘Whumper/whumpee’ character, who’s supposed to be a char-insert, is a ‘he’?

[mitsmebinch]

Dante's Price

Dante’s smile slowly fell, not from their mouth but from their eyes. A second summon from the same wretched soul would usually be a treat for them, but instead all they could feel was a hollowing shiver of trepidation.

“... Eli,” they finally spoke, the name dropping from their lips like heavy weights. They didn’t have to look down to know they were bound in a spell-trap, tailor made for a demon such as them.

“Dante,” Eli echoed back, his smile too not reaching his eyes as they raked up and down the demon’s body. “You’ve regained your arm.”

Dante could only clench their fist at the end of the newer limb. “Took a while,” they muttered. “I’ve never encountered a spell that strong before.”

“Well,” Eli dipped his head to the side as if in thought, “I had intended it to trap you.”

“You got an arm’s worth,” Dante snapped.

“I didn’t want your arm,” Eli countered just as quickly.

Dante clenched their teeth together to keep from answering the provocation. They knew the lengths Eli had gone through to summon them the first time, the amount of blood required. But a second summoning was different. To summon a demon twice within a single lifetime required an unfathomable price.

“What did you pay?” they looked down at the array spreading out from their feet. “Not just a few lives this time.”

“It’s not obvious?” Eli chuckled, slowly shrinking the array smaller and smaller until it was all but smothering Dante. “First would Raphael, naturally.” He reached forward to catch one of the thin braids peaking out behind their ear, twisting it gently between his fingers. “But I only needed him for a catalyst. After all, so much more blood must be paid to create even the fingertips of a demon.”

Dante leaned as far away as they could, avoiding his eyes. “... You’re right,” they finally spoke, realizing their only hope for escape would be to fulfill Eli’s wish once again. “What is it that you wished for, then?”

“I wanted to leave you powerless,” Eli said simply, grabbing Dante’s jaw and forcing them to face him. “I want you to be a miserable little human. That’s my wish.”

Dante finally looked Eli in the eye, anger flaring past the fear they had felt until then. “You dare summon me for that?”

“It seemed the most efficient option,” Eli shrugged. “Now. ‘Hear my wish, demon. I wish you to be a powerless mortal.’”

Dante grimaced as their power drained into the array holding them, unable to stop the wish they had already heard. “Why?!” they roared, wrestling against the power even as they grew weaker and weaker.

“It doesn’t matter, right? It’s my wish,” Eli drew closer and closer as Dante’s frostbitten skin slowly warmed into the flesh of a human. “All you have to do is grant it.”

[hittingthebrainsfunnybone]

After many hours of rambling in discord servers about my ocs, I've realized that tumblr really was the superior platform to dump my thoughts and archive them. So here I am, returning repentant to the site I posted my anime fanfiction to when I was 14 to workout my writing muscles, indulge in some angsty whump, and socialize with my fellow edgelords.

On that note, hi I'm Kanra, 19 going on 20, he him gender ambiguous man. I like to write over the top ocs shaped by extreme circumstances then convince you they could feasibly exist. Then I like to break away from the main vanilla au and push those poor souls through visceral whump scenarios. Also have a fair few fucked up whumper ocs. Most of my ocs have iterations for a hero villain super power scenario, vague high fantasy, and modern (at least).

For this blog I'm planning to post stream of consciousness about my ocs and generalized whump they fit into in an about 50 50 ratio. There's a lot of backlog about my ocs but hopefully it'll be interesting to rewrite and read lol. If you're down to chat with me about whump or let me write about how my whumper/whumpee/caretaker would react to one of yours please hmu :') I can't think of anything else important to mention so excuse me as I move on to preface my flock of ocs.

[10000ducks-whump]

10000ducks-whump’s writing masterlist

(nsfwhump stuff at the bottom)

drabbles:

- caretaker watches tapes and cries

- caretaker watches tapes and cries part 2 (fluff)

- caretaker meets up with whumper

- whumpee attempts suicide in their cell

- caretaker accidentally reactivates whumpee’s ptsd

- supervillain adopts (child) villain

- whumpee doesn’t want to go home with caretaker

- intimate whumper, stoic whumpee

- caretaker's going to kill whumper

- whumpee's birthday (fluff)

- caretaker tries to stop whumper (and fails)

- pet…is whumpee?

- pet whumpee refuses to accept caretaker

- whumpee leaves caretaker and goes with…

situations:

- when caretaker is accidentally bad

- whumpee-ish caretaker and whumpee

- whumper dresses up as caretaker

- when caretaker dreams of being perfect

- caretaker breaks down during a rescue

- experimental whump

- whumpee holding onto caretaker / whumper

- caretaker must protect whumpee, even if it means trapping them somewhere

- overprotective caretaker

- when whumpee looks like whumper

prompts:

- whumper who has the power to erase whumpee's mind

- whumpee has a special power that gets exploited

- when whumpee is mind-controlled / possessed by whumper

- gagged whumpee

- noncon kissing

- wintery whump prompts

dialogue(-only) prompts:

- sad caretaker lines

- whumper making whumpee believe caretaker / their team is better off without them to slowly condition them

- caretaker faces whumper

- 2 whumpees (and whumper)

whumptober 2021:

1. bound

2. gagged

3. taunting / insults

4. do you trust me? (NSFW)

5. betrayal

6. hunger

7. blindness

whump ideas:

1 | 2 (NSFW) | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

nsfwhump (18+ ONLY):

- sfw dialogue that can also be nsfw (noncon)

- (dialogue prompts) nsfwhump but with 2(+) whumpers (noncon)

- (prompts) female whumper(s) / lady whump (noncon)

- gagged whumpee (under keep reading) (noncon)

- more nsfwhump lines (noncon)

- whumptober day 4: "do you trust me?" (consenting (male) caretaker x (ambiguous gender) whumpee)

- some noncon kissing scenarios (under keep reading)

- whump idea #2 (noncon)

- whumper sends the team a live feed of whumpee being nonconned, caretaker watches

[the-wandering-whumper]

I’m a bi transman, but I am mostly attracted to women. I tend to enjoy male whump because it makes up the majority of whump on tumblr and other websites, but if the whumpee’s gender is ambiguous or I am writing the character, they will generally be female because I prefer ladywhump when I can find it. In regards to caretakers and whumpers, any gender is fine for male whumpees but I tend to prefer female caretakers and whumpers for female whumpees. Have a nice day. Xx

Ok, I see. 🤔

[featherlovesrobots]

THAT'S ADORABLE HOLY FLIP. ANON IN SICKFICTROPES' ASKBOX YOU ARE A GENIUS

avian characters are my weakness. especially in whump. augh agnjriebnibunr

It might also be interesting if Whumpee's wings are already in bad shape, not just because they've never been taught how to take care of them but because it's literally impossible to without another person. Their species was meant to exist in big groups. They need someone else to preen their feathers sometimes because there are spots they just can't reach. (Caretaker is up for the job?? THE INTIMACY OF LETTING SOMEONE ELSE GET BEHIND YOU AND TRUSTING THEM NOT TO HURT YOU???? ESPECIALLY IF YOU HAVE BIRD INSTINCTS????????)

I have so many ideas about Whumpee. Why haven't they been taught proper wing care? Have they been held in captivity by ignorant human whumpers? Were they separated from their flock at a young age due to natural disaster or poaching? Were they raised by other avians, but those avians were held in captivity and thus weren't equipped to raise a child from their own species?

also more sleep deprived caretakers. these poor beans cannot catch a break.

avian whumpee who was never taught how to take care of their wings, so caretaker stays up all night learning about their species to be able to help them

aw, so cute and fluffy!! love it!!