You will rarely, if ever, see the following tropes on my account:
Nonhuman characters, ladywhump, environmental/whumperless whump, fantasy/royal AUs, romantic subplots, sickfics, recovery arcs, living weapons
Masterlist under the cut.
The Archives:
Writing Disabled Characters:
Exisiting Disabilities
Healed Scars -> I've linked to my original post, but I'd highly recommend checking the reblogs, as a lot of people have added some really interesting facts and anecdotes.
Sleep-Wake Disorders
Invisible Disabilities
General Posts:
NSFWhump Prompts: Threats
Give Your Characters Go-Bags
Whump Movie Archive: Link & Info
Quick Snippet of My Writing
Quick Whumperless Whump Idea
@lockboxt - Fandom-Specific Whump Writing
Seperate Masterlist
Currently writing for The Black Phone.
It's a new account, but fandoms on here will include Andor, Marauders, Spider-Man, Voltron, and (rbs only) Project Hail Mary
Honestly this is just a general acc to rb whatever the fuck I want, in order to keep this acc whump-specific. If you go to check LockBoxt out,,,goodluck, man, idk
Whumper forcing their fingers deep into whumpee's mouth until they choke and gag, over and over. Over time whumpee learns how to breathe past the intrusion, and their gag reflex is slowly trained out.
"I didn't have to do this for you, you know," Whumper tells them in between sessions. "You'll thank me later."
You will rarely, if ever, see the following tropes on my account:
Nonhuman characters, ladywhump, environmental/whumperless whump, fantasy/royal AUs, romantic subplots, sickfics, recovery arcs, living weapons
Masterlist under the cut.
The Archives:
Writing Disabled Characters:
Exisiting Disabilities
Healed Scars -> I've linked to my original post, but I'd highly recommend checking the reblogs, as a lot of people have added some really interesting facts and anecdotes.
Sleep-Wake Disorders
Invisible Disabilities
General Posts:
NSFWhump Prompts: Threats
Give Your Characters Go-Bags
Whump Movie Archive: Link & Info
Quick Snippet of My Writing
Quick Whumperless Whump Idea
@lockboxt - Fandom-Specific Whump Writing (& Rbs)
Seperate Masterlist
Currently writing for The Black Phone.
It's a new account, but fandoms on here will include Andor, Marauders, Spider-Man, Voltron, and (rbs only) Project Hail Mary
Honestly this is just a general acc to rb whatever the fuck I want, in order to keep this acc whump-specific. If you go to check LockBoxt out,,,goodluck, man, idk
Hands pressed down on Whumpeeâs shoulders, pinning them down to the firm mattress. Whumperâs body weighed down on top of them, making it virtually impossible to move. Their body and arms were crushed under their weight, only able to slightly shuffle their legs and turn their head. It all put pressure against their bruises, but alongside the sleep deprivation and constant fighting, Whumpee was much too tired to complain. By the end of the torturous day, Whumper liked to have a different kind of fun with their plaything.
Leaning down closer to their captiveâs face, they could both feel the otherâs body heat. Whumper's breath agaisnt their neck made Whumpee shutter, twisting their head away. No matter how many times this happened, they never got used to it, face scrunched and blushing in discomfort.
âCome on now, Whumpee, donât be difficult,â Whumper said quietly, softly, kissing their cheek in a way that was all too slow and intimate, âI can make it hurt, you know. Stop resisting.â
Whumpee whimpered, feeling their eyes begin to water behind closed lids. Whumper leaned over to the side to meet their lips, causing further squeaks of protest to come from their captive, simply just exciting Whumper more as they squirmed around beneath them.
Whumper kissed them, though Whumpee kept their lips firmly squeezed shut, Whumper's tongue roughly grazing, trying to push past. Whumpee again twisted their head away, but there was no escaping the assault. Suddenly Whumper moved one of their hands from their shoulder to their cheek, pinching it as hard as they could, forcing Whumpee to open their mouth in pain.
By this point Whumpee would stop fighting, letting it happen as their tongues mashed together. It was disgusting. They wanted to spit them out, to push them away, to wipe their mouth, but they couldnât. They were overpowered in every aspect. They began to disassociate as Whumper rocked their hips against them.
-> Struggling until completely devoid of energy â then going limp.
-> Restraints that are technically for safety.
-> Whumpee continues testing the cuffs with extreme stubborness before realizing they wonât budge... A deep sadness settles in their eyes.
-> Caretaker having to restrain them â and hating every moment of it.
-> Being sedated while crying/begging.
-> Being pinned down during treatment. Whether it's by Whumper or Caretaker... doesn't matter... It'll give them nightmares for sure.
-> âThis will hurtâ said gently, firmly... also doesn't matter.
-> Strapped tight, flinching before theyâre even touched.
-> Being held down while begging them to stop.
-> Restraints left on longer than necessary, friction adds to the agony of the situation.
-> Being restrained and surrounded by medics as they are treated more like a subject instead of a person. Medics talking about them like they're not even in the room listening and fully aware.
Hands that had so cruelly held them down hard enough to leave bruises, now cradled them so gently, carefully washing away the blood and filth. "I'm sorry, this might sting a little," as they go over bite marks and raw flesh, said so lovingly by the same voice that earlier told them, "Shut up and take it, you good for nothing whore," that voice that had whispered such vile things that echoed through whumpees mind now crooning soft comforts and praise, "You're doing so well."
Whumpee who never feels clean. They're gross, disgusting, dirty, ruined, all those things and more, they want to peel off their rotten flesh, they want to scrub their skin with scalding water until it burns and bleeds, peeling off the layers until they reach something that has never been touched, but nowhere is clean, nothing is safe, they want to submerge themselves in the water, they want to scream-
But they can't do any of those things. They sit quietly, staring blankly into the rippling water, letting whumpers soft voice wash over them, letting their hands roam, touching, always touching. Even something that should be nice now tainted.
When they grab Whumpee roughly â yank them around, shove them carelessly where they want them to be â Whumpee scowls. Snaps at them. Much more defiance than fear.
But when Whumper touches them softlyâŠ. lets their hands linger just a beat longerâŠ..trails light fingers over Whumpeeâs skinâŠ.thatâs when they see the fear. The way Whumpeeâs whole body tenses up as if preparing for something.
So Whumper decides to make some adjustments in how they handle their Whumpee from now on.
Bruises in different places tell different stories. Bruises on the knees are different from bruises on the hips, which are different from bruises on the neck.
All three of those, together? That tells a different story, too.
"oh, do shut up," whumper says, clamping their hand upon whumpee's jaw. the screaming devolves into helpless sobbing, their teeth chattering as they attempt to quieten themself.
with a little bit of pressure applied, their jaw is forced open wide. whumper runs their gloved finger down the smooth, wet muscle twitching in the mouth.
"or would you like me to cut this off?" whumper asks, almost gentleâ in the same cadence one would peruse to inquire after someone's day, or the way they like their coffee.
whumpee freezes, any and all sounds dying in their throat.
"that's good," stroking their tongue, praising the quiet and the fear so complete that whumpee seemed to barely be breathing.
Thinking about characters getting a nice demeaning slap in the face, in *warning*, telling them in not so unsubtle terms to watch their mouth. Two slaps maybe... or a backhand if they're really pushing it...
i dunno how much you do magic stuff but ive been rotating the idea of someone getting used, rough and uncaring, left torn and bruised and bleeding. and so a healer is taking a look at them, specifically someone who heals with touch. a caretaker who has to lay their hands on those parts of whumpee. the intimacy & fear & horror is something ive been enjoying chewing on
YES i love that sort of thing so much.
(also the verbiage of like. describing an assault as someone being used, with that emphasis, that'll always get me. it's such effective language. as an aside lmao)
but just. when the healing is difficult and painful. when they have to be touched for the magic to work - and touched intimately, to heal those intimate wounds. the intimacy and fear and horror but also the trust? if healer caretaker is able to wait until they're ready. until they're able to part their legs themself. giving whumpee as much autonomy as possible.
"guide my hand," caretaker tells them. they wait. they let whumpee's shaking grip direct their touch, not advancing their hand between whumpee's bruised, aching thighs until whumpee allows it. it's a small mercy. it's playacting as much as anything else. but it matters. it does. it does. "not until you're ready."
whumpee who is drugged and left in a semi-conscious state. helpless. can't get their body to cooperate. defenceless. they're terrified and can't move right, can't get away. and there's someone looming over them.
whumper is crouched over them, invading their space. not touching them much, if at all, but close. and they start murmuring things. telling whumpee what they could do to them, what ways that they could violate whumpee. it's detailed, and extremely sexual. and none of it ever happens.
i could spread your thighs, even if you fought me. i could put my fingers inside of you. i could do it fast, or slow, one at a time or start off with three to feel the way you'd seize up in pain even as you couldn't escape. i could kiss you in any way i want, anywhere i want. and when i fuck you... do you think it would be better fast or slow? should i take you on your back or face down?
it goes on, and on, and on. terror and shame grips whumpee's body. they squirm and try to will their limbs to cooperate, to fight whumper off, to get away before it happens. but they can't. and it still doesn't happen. and afterwards, the memory of that night is foggy, but it's there. and they don't know what to do. the nightmares, the way their body feels like it belongs to someone else, the terror, the shame... they don't know how to live with this. they don't know how to cope.
