Minors don't even perceive me. Leave..dont interact..
Do not tag my posts as wlw/nblw/mlm/ect. Only or any variation. Im a trans man and im ace (not sex repulsed) and bi. You can have your own conditions on your only posts and own blog, not on my posts.
Warnings: nsft, flashing gifs(i tag those)
Pronouns: he/they/it (system)
- i use many labels but basically im every gender and i like every gender
I BLOCK AGELESS BIOS EVERYWHERE
I dont do sissy stuff or femdom (im a guy) so please stop asking
Deviantart
Dni/Boundaries/interests under cut
DNI
- minors
- ageless (no age listed in bio)
- terf/transmed/exclus/anti kink/think trans men dont experience oppression
- think anorexia makes you fatphobic
- pro contact map/zoo
- bambi, neuroplex, or nimja blogs/supporters. While i wont blame you for being a victim, i dont want that spread on my posts
- pro involuntary committeement (trauma related. Sorry. I still have panic attacks about it. Actually said trauma is where these kinks came from lol.)
I LIKE (mainly):
Hypnosis/mind control, snuff, monsterfucking (mostly vampires)(monsterfucker elitism is stupid), dumbification, cnc, degredation, sadism, masochism (in theory- im a weenie), medfet (but it has to be unethical to me), blasphemy
Limits:
- im good with dms or anything. I like to talk. U can be as nsfw as you want but pls no nudes without asking. OR SPIRALS. I dont want to see that, i promise
- forcefem or misgendering. I have a lot of moots tht are into it and thts cool but i cant handle it
- exclusivity. Im poly and have very bad experiences around it. You can say "you're mine" as long as it isnt followed by "and no one else's". Possessiveness is hot to me as long as you share me
Shock collar that activates every time Whumpee talks, until they're terrified to make a sound.
Then after they're rescued, Caretaker is horrified to discover that the chatty Whumpee they knew has turned completely mute and refuses to speak even after the collar is removed
Having to find new ways to communicate while trying to teach Whumpee to talk again
Permanent burn marks ringing Whumpee's neck
Power-suppressing collar around a super's neck
The Villain clawed and spat and yelled, now they sit in shame, their greatest asset stripped from them
Subdued Hero paraded around like a party favour by the Villain after turning them harmless (or the other way around)
A bejewelled collar covered in rhinestones that cost tens of thousands, but Whumpee would do anything to get rid of it
Or maybe they wear it with pride
"There now, you should be grateful I spend so much on you." "Yes, Master."
Living Weapon/Monster!Whumpee collared so they don't hurt themselves or others
Collar so tight it chafes, leaves bruises, maybe even cuts off Whumpee's air supply
Pet!Whumpee who is fiercely protective of their collar, feels exposed without it, so when Caretaker tries to convince them otherwise it only makes them more distrustful
Team gets captured and Leader is dragged out and collared in front of them, the leash tight in Whumper's hand as they smile down at Leader
Prisoner/guard dog Whumpee who wears a collar as a mark of identification with their number/owner on the tag
Pull at their hair. Even better if they are bruised up and standing up hurts. "ah, wait, no, ah!" as you pull them up and drag them along without mercy. To ease the pain at their scalp they have to push themselves to comply and feel the pain in their legs/back/chest/wherever.
Grab their upper arm, hard enough to bruise, and roughly guide them wherever you want them to go.
When whumpee is hiding under a bed or laying on the ground, grab them by their ankles and pull them away. They will desperately try to grasp at anything with their hands, but it's no use.
History whump. Tie their hands together and tie the end of the rope to the back of your cart. Comfortably ride your horse as whumpee is forced to walk along in the sun. Don't give them water. Let them almost collapse from exhaustion. If they fall and trip the cart will pull them along and their wrists will be bleeding.
Wrestle them down, tie their hands behind their back, blindfold them, and force them to walk with you, tripping and disoriented. Maybe you can let them fall on their face a time or two.
Forcefully carry them with you between two people. Let them struggle and fight, but it's no use. They are not strong enough.
Threaten them with a gun. Make them come "willingly". Make sure they know that if they don't do what you tell them, they are dead. Whumpee complies with slow and careful movements, not wanting to, but also knowing they have no choice.
Throw them tied up in the back of your truck. They try so hard not to hyperventilate, but the claustrophobia is making them panic. Every turn and bump is throwing them around. It is dark and hot. They try to follow the road, but quickly become completely disoriented.
Put a shock collar around them and zap them if they don't do what you say.
Once you have sufficiently broken whumpee, you don't have to force them anymore. A simple tilt with your head or squeeze of their hand will make them comply. Eyes down, defeated, pathetic. Make whumpee follow you in public, just to prove to both of you that you are completely in control of them.
cw: sadist reader, edging, kinda dacryphilia, char is NOT A MASOCHIST, begging
art credits: @pyanyasha on x
"haah.." he pants, sweat dripping down his bare body.
his pants rest around his ankles as a slight restraint, and wrists tied together behind his back. youre fully clothed under him (even though your shirt and pants are basically see-through now from his sweat.). They stick uncomfortably to your skin, you try to wiggle around to free yourself, just for the wettness to drench another part of skin; you shiver from the coldness.
When he said he'd do anything for you, he didn't know you'd take it so far. It's been 3 hours into you edging him now, and he's starting to go crazyâbut he quickly loses himself in your touch again when you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, licking the shell of it to earn another moan out of him.
"baby.. come o-on.. please!.." he whines.
he turns his head to kiss you but you lean back. You can't help but giggle at his attempts to try and please you even while his hips jerk up into your unforgiving hand. He's trained so well.
"Youre so meanâhng!"
He keels over as you press your thumb into his tip, precum gushes out of the slit in an instant, and you swear you could hear him sob.
"t-that hurts.. (your name), please.." he sputters and writhes under your grasp, but his hips don't hesitate to move desperately now. he's so fucking embarrassed at the mess he's made already, and he hasn't came once. his pink tip puffy and glistening with his essence.
"You can take the pain.." Your lips quirk up into a devilish smirk; which he can imagine is plastered on your face based on your honeyed tone, but he has trouble looking at you, as his body involuntarily coils up.
He chokes on his own gasp of relief when you remove your thumb from his aching tip, he's eternally grateful, even if his mind is too fogged up to tell you. he lays his head back to rest against your chest, eyebrows knitting together, and lip trembling. his chest heaves with growing intensity each time your hand pumps his base; you can tell he's getting close now, so of course, you slide your hand off of it.
He cries out furiously, causing you to flinch, but you can't help the smile that forms when he tries to babble pet names and pleads. even though it's useless since they're shadowed by his rasped and feverish breaths, you appreciate the effort. His face contorts into a pathetic expression, and he looks up at youâseemingly unaware of how his hips keep bucking up into nothing.
this is the hottest thing i've ever seen
You reach out to wipe a tear threatening to spill out of his lower eyelid, while your other hand uses the blanket to dry off his cock. Then you finally lean in to kiss him, pressing your lips against his. his eyes flutter shut when you lick into his mouth, and allow his tongue to mingle with yours. you slowly close your lips around his tongue to suck on the wet muscle, bobbing your head as if it was his dick. Your hand creeps towards his unknowing cock, and You gently run your nails up and down the shaft. Causing him to shiver from such a small gesture makes you giggle into your boyfriend's mouth proudly.
you swallow his moans as you wrap your hand around his dry manhood, spine instantaneously arching. You pull away from the kiss when you pump him faster, the friction of your dry hand and his dry shaft rubbing against each other not slowing your movements down one bit. Not even when his eyes gloss over, when his nostrils flare, or even when he yelps in pain. You quickly feel the heat building in your core as he thrashes around, trying to escape the overwhelming feelings of arousal and pain youre inflicting on him.
"stop! stop, (your name)! itâFuck!" he wails, panting shakily.
but his cries only spur You on. You lean in to nip and lick at his neck as he sobs in agony. tears start to dribble out of his eyes, contrasting the way he keeps bucking into your hand.
"it hurts! it hu-hurts!" a guttural cry tears out of his throat as you feel wetness suddenly drench your hand. salty liquid drips onto your tongue; it seems his tears made it down to his neck already, but it's hard to focus on giving him a hickey when he keeps seizing. You slow your movements down and lift your head up to look at the mess he's made.
Fuck..
drool trickles down the corner of his mouth, eyes blood shot red and skin stained from tears, hair drenched and stuck to his forehead, flushed cheeks, nose dripping with a disgusting mixture of sweat and snot, and chest heaving with quick and recovering breaths. Your eyes trail down to where your hand lies, holding the base of his raw, red, skinned cock. Shit. the wetness wasn't his cum, it was from serous drainage. (the clear/yellow liquid that comes out of a cut/injury). his peeled skin resigns under your fingernails, and he disorientedly looks at you, eyelids heavy. he mutters something, but youre too focused on his beautiful expression to listen, lapping up the drool that spills from his kiss-bruised lips. He whimpers at your soothing touch when you plant wet kisses on his forehead.
"hu...hurts..." his eyelids flutter closed. you worry that he's gonna faint, but he just seems exhausted for now.
"i know, let me take care of you." your hand trails along his chest, finding one of his nipples and rolling it between your fingers.
he can feel his balls aching for release, and his dick throbbing in anguish, nausea churns in his stomach at the thought of you touching it again. it hurts. so so so badly.
"No, no, please! please please please!" he hiccups.
"but don't you want to feel good? You dont wanna feel my cunt around you?" you taunt him.
"Noâyes! i, i do!" he whips his head around to kiss your neck, trying to encourage you to fuck him.
You shamelessly laugh at his efforts, making his eyes gloss over once again.
the end âşď¸
thank yew for reading!!! this was fun to writeeee like i literally wrote this in one day dawg đ - peach!
i realized that theres a lot of media that i dont remember the plot of but that i remember getting horny over bcs of a torture scene (examples 1984, Tokyo Ghoul, this one book series i read as a kid) wowza
[This one is so mean but I can't get it out of my head]
Whumper's friends are all having their way with Whumpee, being rough and brutal as they assault Whumpee, treating them like a toy. Whumper is forcing Caretaker to watch this happen, and they slip their hand into Caretaker's pants, forcing pleasure into their body and taunting them for being just like Whumper and "getting off" to Whumpee's torture. Forcing them to orgasm as many times as Whumper's friends have.
âMmmm. Itâs beautiful, isnât it?â
It was a living hell.
Whumpee was being passed between Whumper's sneering friends like a ragdoll, body being manipulated into impossible and grotesque positions. Their hoarse cries and pleas for mercy bounced off the walls of the room, nearly drowned out by the jeers of the group assaulting them.
And Caretaker was sitting in front of it all, bound and utterly useless. Whumper's grip on their face ensured they had to face the scene, forced to witness every thrust and tear and desperate squirm. Caretaker's jaw ached from the gag stuffed in their mouth.
And then they felt it.
Whumper's hand, sliding without hesitation below Caretaker's waistband. Caretaker gave a muffled cry through the gag and jolted, but the restraints gave them nowhere to go as Whumper's fingers probed even more.
"You didn't think I'd leave you out of the fun, did you?" Whumper breathed into their ear. "No, all of us are going to get our due today."
Caretaker tried to resist it -- God, they tried -- but nerves fired against their will, stimulation forcing itself past their defenses and sending shudders through their body. Whumpee was forced to their hands and knees and Whumper's hand moved harder in their pants, giving a sick laugh against the back of Caretaker's neck.
"Don't pretend, Caretaker. You're just like the rest of us, aren't you? Getting off to sweet little Whumpee. I can feel it."
They pressed harder for emphasis. Caretaker didn't know how they were supposed to survive this moment, the torture of having their friend broken down in front of them, Whumper's hand exactly where it shouldn't be, their words worming their way into their head.....
And it just went on. And on. And on. Caretaker's body was pushed to its own limit again and again, all while the nightmarish scene continued in front of them. By the end of it, both Whumpee and Caretaker were sobbing, shaking messes.
Whumpee's voice was raw and hoarse from days of screaming. They licked their dry lips and tried again.
"Please, I can't again, not today.....please......"
"Please what?" Whumper's voice was calm, casual, as they glanced up from readying their tools.
"Please don't hurt me. Not like -- not like yesterday."
Whumper looked at them, almost amused. Then their expression flickered with something akin to consideration, and they stepped closer.
"Alright. I hear you. I won't hurt you today."
Whumpee's shoulders sagged in relief, but it was short-lived. Whumper's grin widened, a glint of amusement sparking in their eyes.
Instead of striking, they leaned lower, lips brushing Whumpee's collarbone. They froze. No blow, no sharp pain â only the unbearable press of Whumper's mouth.
Whumper felt them tremble and chuckled. âSee? I can keep my promise. Iâm not hurting you. Iâm enjoying you. Thatâs better, isnât it?â
Whumper having to pat Whumpee down while searching them for weapons, contraband, etc and huffing a laugh under their breath when Whumpee tenses at Whumperâs hands coming too close to certain parts of their body
Maybe Whumper does plan to assault Whumpee and finds it funny that theyâd flinch at this when so much more is to come
Maybe they have absolutely no plans to touch Whumpee again and just finds their discomfort amusing. Take your pick â¤ď¸
Giving orders in the middle of whipping your whumpee. Giving options...
"Hey. I said on your knees, not on your ass."
Struggling to comply just to please not add any more onto their sentence. Bleeding from gashes on top of gashes and panting and unable to think.
"That's halfway through. Would you like to take a break?"
Of course they would. A break from the pain sounds marvelous. But thats too simple. A break just means more time for burn to set in, getting out of the rhythm and mindset and then getting thrown back into it.
Of course, Whumper would make the second half worse if they took the offer, too. There's no break from open wounds, but there is a break for sore arm muscles.
so gang wtf are you supposed to do if you have a low pain tolerance but also are rlly into masochism bcs i cant actually rlly do tht much of it. Like do i just keep microdosing that? do the beatings continue until morale improves? do i have to call over my besties so they can platonically as friends beat me up until my tolerance goes up? i think this is the only way.
i decides im weak and pathetic and need to toughen up and uh shitahitshit i need to uh to someone beat the shit out of me bcs i uhbdeserve itnr
This might be a weird suggestion but consider some sort of combat LARP? I ended up with a higher pain tolerance after being platonically whacked with sticks for hours every Saturday, partly because when you're fighting you've got the adrenaline to help.
