potatoes

they/them, 25+ i am never not exhausted anymore

[traumatizeddfox]

“but it wasn’t that bad”

did it hurt? did you feel scared? unsafe? were you embarrassed? humiliated? terrified? did you feel confused on why? does it keep you up at night? do you avoid being in a similar situation? did you cry? did you want to cry? who told you it wasn’t that bad?

[meowcatpotato]

my muscles aaaaache and im soooo tired and im sleeeepyyyyy

[valtsv]

microdosing on catharsis by watching a fictional character or persona i relate to have an emotional breakdown until my chest starts to ache from the amount i've repressed

[valtsv]

[unwelcome-ozian]

[monstersovka]

✶ PRIDE MONTH ✶

[monstersovka]

🐌🏳️‍🌈

[meowcatpotato]

smth smth ... had a productive weekend. really collapsed flat abt it now. ready to turn into a flatpack human. assemble with hammers bc there are no screwdrivers available that fit my screws and you're missing the drillbit you need for me. tired

[whumpologyy]

Whumper assaults whumpee with hand over their mouth because they love the muffled noises.

After a while whumpee tries to disassociate and stays quiet, which whumper hates. If whumpee won’t make noise on their own, whumpee will make them. changing intensity, covering their nose, anything to get them to make the noises whumper wants to hear and feel against their hand.

Whumpee feels like they can’t win. They don’t have freedom to speak, but what they’re doing isn’t enough. Why is whumper forcing them to participate in their own assault in this way?

It didn't even sound like them. That was somehow the most disorienting part.

The noises were primal, almost animalistic, and even Whumpee themselves couldn't place them as coming from their voice.

"Mmhmmph...mmph...."

They could hear Whumper's breathy chuckle behind them.

"That's it. God, that's my favorite sound."

It was one of many disgusting, degrading things that Whumper had said to them tonight. The words seemed to echo around Whumpee's skull -- you're so cute....what's the matter? That hurt? Or does it feel too good?....keep going, keep going.

They mingled with Whumpee's own muffled pleas and whines and protests, with the sound of skin slapping against skin, until the room started to blur. Whumpee's body went limp, noises dying in their throat. Maybe if they could just get through this....just zone out until.....

SMACK.

"MMMMMMH!"

Whumpee let out a shocked, pained scream -- Whumper had smacked them on the hip as hard as they could, started thrusting at a pace so brutal Whumpee thought they must be being torn in half.

"There you are," Whumper panted, keeping their hand firmly planted over Whumpee's mouth. "Don't you dare go anywhere. This is what you're for."

It took minutes for Whumpee to catch their breath again, for their body to adapt to the brutal rhythm. Whumpee bit the inside of their cheek until they tasted blood to keep themselves from crying out.

Whumper's pressed their other hand over Whumpee's nose.

The panic was immediate and overwhelming, every cell in Whumpee's body screamed, ESCAPE, GET AWAY, AIR, AIR, I NEED AIR --

"You wanna breathe again?" Whumper's voice as infuriatingly calm.

Whumpee nodded frantically. Their chest felt unbelievably tight, their fingers clawed helplessly at the sheets beneath them.

"Then make it worth my time. Or this starts getting a lot more interesting."

Whumpee could almost feel their lungs pulsing desperately as Whumper dragged the torment out a moment longer. Just as their vision started to get spotty, Whumper pulled their hand away, allowing Whumpee to breathe through their nose again.

Whumpee sucked in eager breaths, tears spilling down their cheeks, sobs muffled into Whumper's hand.

That laugh again, this time mixed with a groan.

"You have no idea what that does to me, Whumpee...."

And that just made the tears come faster, hotter. Because beneath the pain, beneath the violation and panic and utter horror, a deep sense of shame was taking root in Whumpee. Everything they did just furthered their own torment....and escalated Whumper's pleasure.

[muzzleboywhump]

The thing is I’m always whump brained but then every once in a while itll turn from background noise to like an active craving. I need kidnapping and tied up men and noncon and all sorts of other messed up shit. I crave it in my bones. I want to see a pretty boy. Get his bones broken.

[angelusfangs]

question for whump/hurt/comfort enjoyers. do you like it better when the whump is believable (i.e things happening that, realistically, are somewhat reasonably survivable) or do you like it when the writer just goes ham and you suspend your disbelief and don't care if it's realistically survivable?

realistic or suspension of disbelief?

realistic

suspension of disbelief

secret third option/tell me in the tags

Voting ended onJun 12

[literarystarfish]

I love a dazed, out-of-it, purely broken whumpee. One who is so gone and dead to the real world, they don’t notice a single thing going on. Perhaps it’s a learned coping mechanism to get through the torture. Whumpee, who is pliant to whumper’s will and clocked out to the pain not because they want to, but because it’s the only way they get through it all. Perhaps it’s what whumper was waiting for—finally breaking them into an impossible, unrecognizable shred of a being doing barely more than living despite it all.

Whumpee, so mentally broken and having physically given up so completely that they are numb to anything happening to or around them. They see and hear and feel nothing.

Not whumper.

Not whumper’s continued torture.

Not even caretaker who’d only just rushed in, ready to fight for whumpee, hoping and praying that whumpee hadn’t yet perished, only to see them doing little more than staring up at nothing, eyes dull and unseeing, with their head rolled back, barely reacting more than the involuntary flinches of their body’s nervous system and not because the feel anything happening to them. Looking more dead than caretaker ever thought a still living being could be.

Dazed. Unresponsive. Gone.

And make sure a friend or loved one sees how broken they’ve become.

Yeah. Do that to your whumpees.

[whatiswhump]

Waking up in different clothes each time they knock him out. Different places. Different people looking down at him.

[painwithoutplot]

claws. wolverine-style claws ripping into someone's gut and eviscerating them all the way up and hooking under their ribcage and lifting them off the ground

[painwithoutplot]

and by "off the ground" i mean a couple of feet

[painwithoutplot]

thinking about dangling there feeling your sternum and ribs straining outwards, threatening to snap and dislocate under this tension they were never supposed to withstand. something gives and you fall a couple of centimetres and swing wildly and another gout of blood hits the ground

[painwithoutplot]

do this to your squishy little adventurer during a boss fight while the rest of their party looks on in abject horror, one member frantically casting healing spells just to keep them alive

[meowcatpotato]

post-iron infusion fatigue is so interesting and i think i love it a little. like the 'excuse' to stay in bed and sleep all day and get up just to have a shower, kiss my girlfriend and cook noodles and then go back to bed and sleep some more. the world is gentle

[meowcatpotato]

*carefully not looking for tadc spoilers* y'all i am seeing my gf in 3 weeks to watch this together idk why tadc released not perfectly aligned to my personal schedule

[antiquedeuce]

tiny knight with grand designs 🌸

[meowcatpotato]

@merrilark

[spitblossoms]

[soymoss]

starling