Idk if anyone is interested or even needs one but I just realized I have 8 invitations for AO3 that I've been sitting on for over 10 years now (which is crazy to think about)
So yeah if you want one, lmk
I feel like most people who want an ao3 account already have one at this point but I could be wrong
content: lady whump, lady whumpee, captivity, restraints, humiliation, conditioning, defiant whumpee
"My standard is high sweetheart, I hope your words are worth what I'll give you for speaking out of turn."
"My words are worth more than your miserable life," Whumpee spat, and Whumper backhanded her across the face. With her wrists chained to the ceiling above her, she couldn't defend herself from his… not wrath, there was no anger in what he was doing. His amusement.
"Are they?" he asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"I'll talk whenever I please—"
Another slap, and her head whipped to the side. Tears of humiliation were stinging her eyes. She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't. "You'll find that it's much easier to follow the rules of the house than to act out constantly. Your arms will go numb in their restraints, the blood from them will pool into your head, you'll get dizzy, you'll beg to be released… I've seen this process tens and tens of times. You're not special, sweetheart."
"Stop calling me that!" she snapped, and she was once again backhanded. His stupid rings were tearing at the sensitive skin of her cheeks.
"I'll call you whatever I want," he said, still not angry, still just a cat playing with a cornered mouse. She wished he would let her out of the restraints for a proper fist-fight. She would've demolished him. But she wasn't free, and he could just do with her as he pleased.
She glared at him. Wordless. He smiled.
"Nothing more to say? I'll gladly stay and slap you around."
She had to conserve her energy. There was no point to fighting a losing battle. Even though everything in her screamed at her to be defiant, to not give him the satisfaction of thinking she was breaking from a few slaps, she stayed silent. She would pick her battles.
"Good," he said. "This is a step in the right direction. Of course, you'll need to be much more obedient for me to release you from the restraints, but I find a few nights of sleep deprivation, a possibly dislocated shoulder, and hours of staring at white walls usually does the trick."
"Speak," he said graciously. She didn't. Instead, she spat at him.
That was the wrong move. He wiped his face, then reeled his hand back and punched her in the cheek. This wasn't an open-handed slap anymore, this wasn't just humiliating, this hurt.
"I'm a patient man," he said, and she could detect the anger simmering just beneath the surface. He wasn't all that amused anymore, and though that should've scared her, it just made her feel accomplished. "But I don't let much slide. You'll learn that with time."
With that, he turned around and left. Left her standing there, in the middle of the basement, arms stretched high above her head. He was right, she was getting dizzier by the minute. Still, she couldn't help but smile. If he wanted an obedient doll to play with, he had picked the wrong girl off the street.
Whumper has Whumpee at their mercy, and notices the latter's nervousness at what's to come. To calm them down, Whumper gently takes Whumpee's trembling hand in theirs. They caress it gently like a parent would comfort a child.
Before immediately snapping Whumpee's fingers backwards with a sickening 'crack'.
Using gun but without shooting it. It's a intimidating factor and a possibility. In extreme case it can be shot to a non vital part,
But what's more fun is:
Punch to the jaw while holding the gun: classic trail of blood down the forehead.
Shoving the gun in whumpee's mouth: what's a better way to silence a talkative whumpee.
Guiding whumpee's face up with it: To see what's deep rooted in thier eyes, Fear or defiance?
Pressing it into their back: Or their side, while whumpee is unaware of what they are going to get into. The bruising pressure against their bone, guiding them.
Choking them with it
Hitting the wrist with it: perhaps to make whumpee drop thier own weapon
And one different trope that those above,
Keeping it trained on someone Whumpee cares about: can whumpee call the bluff? Will whumper actually go to the lengths and shoot? Kill? Or hurt "loves one" ? Should they lunge for whumper's gun?
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Whumper cuts Whumpee off, grabbing them by the roots of their hair and wrenching their head back so their neck is exposed and vulnerable. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to. I can do any damn thing I want.”
lovelovelove it when whumpee comes face to face with whumper and instead of the fear they had expected, instead of freezing and panicking internally, they are met with an anger unlike any— because how dare whumper? how dare they break them beyond recognition?
and whumper is smiling the same as ever, a familiar arrogance in every line of their stance. really, the tipping point is that they still expect whumpee to grovel by their feet, to be stepped on, to be hurt and humiliated— and suddenly caretaker and/or friends are holding whumpee back, as they try to break out of the hold to destroy this pathetic waste of space once and forever.
bonus points if whumper suddenly feels uncertain about their decision— because this rage is unexpected, it is all-encompassing, it seems to be infinite. they have the fleeting, chilling thought that their death stares back at them— as they clench their fists and continue to smirk.
he would not fucking say that, but with disability.. he would not fucking be able bodied. sick n tired of characters walking away from multiple life changing injuries without a scratch. let’s get some natural consequences in here.
give that knife/sword fight survivor nerve damage. give the character who was shot in the gut a stoma. give that fire survivor lung damage and an oxygen cannula. give that leg injury survivor a cane. give that starvation survivor gastroparesis. give that spinal injury survivor a manual chair or powerchair.
while we’re at it, give your characters congenital disabilities too, just because. give them intellectual and development disabilities. give them acquired and postviral illnesses. dare to make somebody bedbound. for me.
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