Hi!! As stated in my bio, this blog will be mainly focused on non-con whump and nsfwhump, but will feature regular whump as well. 18+ only. Solely kink blogs please dni.
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#My Prompts: Original prompts/scenarios
#Asks: Answered asks, including prompt/scenerio discussions
#Mine: All original posts + prompted asks
Likes:
Noncon touching (esp. face, neck, hair)
Noncon kissing
Creepy/intimate, possessive whumper
Implied noncon, attempted noncon
Held down, straddled, hand gagging
Gentle whumper, mock affection
Fingers in mouth
Self sacrifice, ātake me insteadā
Manhandled, struggling
Choking, drugging
Forced to watch/listen
Male whumpee & whumper
(Favourite regular whump tropes here)
Inbox:
Very explicit or oddly specific asks may not be answered.
Asks containing other extreme topic/themes that typically require additional content warnings will most likely be deleted. (aside from noncon and what's listed in my likes)
You can get a vibe of what Iāve answered in the past here.
ā ļø Beware! I donāt really know what Iām doing. As such, replies usually take a long long longgg time.
ā¼ļø Disclaimer! Because this is still relatively ānewā to me, not all asks will be answered. Iām sorry, itās not personal. I appreciate them all, but sometimes I donāt know what to say or add. Other times I donāt know if itās something I like or something Iām comfortable with. I hope you understand.
I love it when Whumper openly admits that Whumpee doesnāt deserve whatās being done to them, but keeps hurting them anyway. Thereās just something about being simultaneously self-aware and ruthless that interests me.
Like, you expect the perpetrator to have some kind of guilt or internal conflict, but they just go on like usual. Like hurting Whumpee is as natural as brushing one's teeth.
whumpee is used to whumper taking off their belt to hit them with it, so when they hear the clink of the buckle they think they know what to expect. they brace to be struck, but this time whumper has other ideas, and whumpee has barely a second to process this new, totally unexpected violation before it really begins.
oh this is brilliant. this is utterly brilliant. belts in whump is one of my favourite things, i love that, and the specific bait and switch of knowing what kind of abuse to expect, being braced for it, and then experiencing a very different, unexpected kind of abuse.
whumpee is bent over, on a desk or a bed or over the back or arm of a couch. their head is down, they can't see whumper, but they don't have to. they always hear the belt before it comes off and they know what comes next. their shirt is off or maybe whumper even forces them to strip naked before they're beaten.
and maybe when whumper starts touching them, groping them, beginning the assault, they fight. whumper forces their legs open, pushes something inside them - whumper's fingers, or dick, or a toy - and they start thrashing, yelling. and that's when whumper gets frustrated and grabs the discarded belt, folding it in half and cracking it across whumpee's shoulders.
if they're going to make such a problem, they can get both.
need more whump with soft touches. whumper caressing whumpeeās cheek, taking their hand and running their thumb over their knuckles, brushing their hair away from their face, tilting their chin up to force eye contact. whumper lowering whumpeeās guard down so itās more tragic when they immediately switch back to violence and torture.
its so sad when a fanfic trope initially centered around noncon/dubcon gets popular enough that it turns into a watered down extremely consensual healthy-relationship version of it
as retribution i think i'm going to start taking vanilla tropes and making them noncon. the barista is putting roofies in the coffee. there's only one bed and the other guy is getting chained to the radiator. there's no social or legal protections for assault within soulmate matches
I am obsessed with the idea of Vanessa punishing Zander and haven't been able to get it out of my head since you answered that ask! It's just so yummy! Really sucks for Zander though
Hi anon I also havenāt been able to get it out of my head <3 hereās a very short example of what that would look like :)
CW: nsfwhump, noncon, specifically involving a sex toy
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āAw, is it uncomfortable, baby?ā Vanessa asked him, her voice light and teasing as she knew damn well, he was very uncomfortable.
Zander however was unable to answer, due to the silicone cock being thrust in and out of his mouth, the tip brushing the back of his throat. Heād gagged repeatedly already, unused to the very unwelcome intrusion. While it wasnāt the first time sheād forced a sex toy into his mouth, it was the first time it had been this relentless, this device was new, forcing it in and out of his mouth with no hope of escape or relief for him except for her to miraculously decide to show him mercy. Along with the new device, it was also a different size than heād taken before. He was finding it almost unbearable.
āPoor boy,ā She sighed, gently running her fingers through his hair, as if to soothe him as she knelt beside him on the floor, āYou know you brought this on yourself, right?ā He could only respond in the form of a pathetic whimper from the back of his throat, which made her red lips curl into a smile.
All heād asked for was a break. Not tonight, he had begged, just this once he needed a break. His body ached from the fight heād endured the night before, while heād won, he didnāt come out unscathed. He just wanted to rest, and she wouldnāt let him. Apparently his performance hadnāt been up to her standards, and that had gotten him put here on the floor at knife point. Heād been made to kneel, his wrists restrained to the bars at the foot of her bed, and this device set up in front of him. Sheād told him she was saving it for later, he didnāt know what for exactly, but that he clearly needed to be taught a lesson now. He didnāt get to say no to her, the first time the toy was thrust into his mouth sheād told him, this is the only thing your mouth is good for.
Saliva ran down his chin, by now there was a wet spot on the floor between his legs, heād been unable to stop drooling around the toy and she made no effort to clean him up. He wondered how much longer this would go on, he feared she may leave him like this all night. So far sheād sat right beside him, watching him, like she was studying his reaction to this form of punishment. It was clear she was enjoying it. She brushed his hair back from his face, and then her hand drifted downwards, taking the time to press on his fresh bruises to watch the way heād whine and squirm. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears streaming down his face as the discomfort and humiliation of the situation got to him, but of course that only entertained her more. As if he wasnāt already humiliated enough, her hand brushed across his chest, he whimpered loudly when she started pinching and teasing at one of his nipples, his body shuddering at the contact.
āOh darling,ā She said to him, he didnāt need to open his eyes to know she was grinning, āI have some friends who are absolutely going to love you.ā
Whumper sitting with whumpee, forcing them to tell them their preferences, what they like, what they don't like, what are their hard nos. Treating it like a build up to a consensual scene, except none of it is consensual at all, and whumper is essentially using it as a checklist.
i do love a gag thrown somewhat loosely around the neck. the threat of it. this will be used, but not yet. i'm not done talking with you yet. savoring whumpee's last words, openly saving the best part- whumpee's muffled protests, pained gasps- for last.
Whumpee has been assaulted by Whumper before. That part isn't new.
What is new, and forcing its way into Whumpee's consciousness to an unbearable degree, is being watched while it happens. Either by other Whumpers, or Caretaker, or being recorded on camera. Whichever way it might be happening, Whumpee feels the sudden twisted sense of performing for an audience, willing or not.
Whumpee is on their knees in front of Whumper. Even as their stomach roils in disgust, they lean forward -- knowing what will happen if they don't -- and begin to service Whumper with their mouth. They let their eyes glaze over and each movement is detached, practically robotic, letting muscle memory take over.
Until Whumper twists their fingers in Whumpee's hair and yanks their head back.
āDonāt act like you donāt know what youāre doing, slut. Show them how you know I like it, or youāre just wasting my time.ā
all the possibilities of a perfectionist overachiever whumpee that's always trying to be good enough, kidnapped by a whumper that takes advantage of that... whenever whumpee sobs and thrashes, whumper reminds them that they're making a mess of themself. "look at what you've done now. shh, shh. i know how much you hate a mess. be quiet. stay still. there we go... good. that's my whumpee."
