Legs shaking, refusing to hold still while Whumpee hides. The shaking getting more and more uncontrollable as Whumper’s footsteps click closer.
Whumper trailing their fingers up Whumpee’s thighs while they whisper calm, quiet threats in their ear. Bonus points if they’re pressed up against a wall.
Kneecaps cracking against stone as Whumper forces them to kneel with a firm hand on their shoulder. Or pulling them down, fingers knotted in their hair.
Whumpee hugging their knees to their chest, rocking themselves to sleep on the cold hard ground.
“I love how your muscles twitch when I run the knife behind your knees. Are you ticklish, dalrling? Let’s hope not. You’ll have to stay very still for this.”
Legs giving out when Whumpee stands too fast. Bonus points if Whumper catches them, holding them close as their vision goes black.
Whumper slowly and delicately carving patterns into Whumpee’s thighs as they pant and struggle to hold still.
The warm tickle of blood dripping down the whole length of Whumpee’s leg.
“You have such beautiful legs. So soft and smooth. But…don’t you think that gets a little boring? Let’s give them a little character.”
Wumpee running through a wooded area at top speed only to crumple to the ground as their ankle snaps on the uneaven terrain.
Then, Whumpee trying not to scream as they pull their broken ankle close, trying desperately to manage the pain as they scoot or crawl off the path before Whumper catches up.
I’m a big fan of boots cracking femurs. Especially if Whumper is standing so tall above them, ever so slowly increasing pressure until the crack and scream.
“Your back is still healing, but the whip leaves such lovely patterns. Let’s try your thighs instead.”
Whumper sitting on Whumpee’s legs to keep them down they writhe and squirm.
Whumper removing legs so the Whumpee can’t run anymore. (Amputation is a whole category on its own, I’ll leave it there for this post)
Whumpee’s feet going numb when their ankles are bound too tightly. Trying to wriggle and stomp to get the blood flowing.
Then, the prickling pain when the blood does finally come back.
Whumpee trying to run only to weaken immediately, realizing how much their muscle has deteriorated over months of being stagnant.
Legs bound together.
Legs bound open.
The rope patterns etched into Whumpee’s skin when Whumpee finally removes the binding.
Rug burn ripping up their calves and thighs as Whumpee is dragged away (bonus points if they’d dragged by their hair or one arm).
Whumpee watching as their thighs get smaller and smaller, wondering how much of them can waste away before their heart gives up on life.
“Try to kick me again and those lovely legs of yours will be covered in blood.”
Whumpee embarrassed as they have to clutch on to Whumper to keep from falling when their legs are to exhausted to stand on. How Whumper is suddenly so kind, holding them close and safe as their legs tremble.
Whumper’s blade peeling thin, long strips of skin up from Whumper’s thighs.
Whumpee’s hands shaking around a knife Whumper left plunged in their thigh. Trying to work up the courage to pull it out, not knowing how they will stop the blood or if they should leave it in until Whumepr returns.
Lukewarm water scalding frost bitten legs as Whumpee is forced into the tub. Whumpee screaming as they try to thrash away, splashing more of it across their body.
Legs going numb when Whumper leaves Whumpee tied to a chair for too long.
Warmth spreading down Whunpee’s leg as fear consumes them and their bladder lets go.
Hammers. Kneecaps.
“The Achilles’ tendon is vital for walking. If I were to cut right here- No no, stop fighting me. Squirming won’t get you out of those ropes, you’ll just piss me off more.”
Grit biting into Whunpee’s knees as they try to crawl away.
I love it when a whumpee is so weak that they:
are bedridden, much to their discomfort. They long to leave the bed, but cannot because they are too weak, and their legs shake at the thought of taking even a single step.
can't keep their eyes open. Their eyelids flutter but due to tiredness and too much light, they always close again. However, the whumpee has learned to rely on other senses, and is able to recognize the caretaker's voice or touch among a thousand others.
have to always lie down. They try to sit up, perhaps to eat something, but after a few minutes their head starts spinning and their body starts screaming because of the effort. Much to their chagrin, they have to force themselves back down or else they will likely pass out.
are not hungry. Their body can't handle even plain broth, making them queasy and dizzy. So they continue to refuse food, their only source of livelihood, and this obviously worsens their condition.
are too sensitive to touch. Their skin that seems to boil with fever, the bedsheets that rub down their limbs like sandpaper, the hair that sticks to their sweaty forehead, even the simple touch of the caretaker, a touch that is supposed to comfort them. They start to hate all these little things.
Please, feel free to add more.
✙𓈒 angelboything ❞
a gender connected to being an angelboy and a thing.
dividers by @/iv-ry
"Please, I'm really sorry," Whumpee droned, staring at the floor. "I won't do it again."
Whumper hummed and nodded. "And now the honest version?"
Whumpee glared up, making direct eye contact, "Fuck you and everything you stand for."
Whumper grinned and pulled out a whip.
"See, I like it so much better when you're honest."
Aplatonic (apl for short) flags part 4 :3 🍏🟩🟦🟪 (This set uses green+blue+purple, there's another set that uses yellow for apl instead.) (Due to the image limit, this is split into 4 posts.)
I noticed some a-spec flags were missing tertiary counterparts, so I made some. Some of these flags have already been made before, so they're not all original (I still wanted to have all the flags together in a set, and all in the same res).
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loveless apl (1) | loveless apl (2) | lovequeer apl
the loveless apl (2) design comes from @arokill
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heartless apl | aplvague | caedplatonic
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autiapl (1) | autiapl (2)
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I'll also note that some of these terms can have multiple names, with the "platonic", "aplatonic", & "apl" part being interchangeable. This isn't applicable to every term though. I also chose not to list everything to try to keep it brief. So for example, loveless apl can also be called loveless aplatonic.
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[A-spec flag sets masterpost]
It’s the way whumper says it—the way they speak to whumpee. It’s their voice—half the time angry, biting, and degrading, only to mutate into something sickeningly sweet in the aftermath of the pain, when whumper leans in close with sticky murmurs of affection—of mocking praise.
A toxic, slimy liquid that drips from whumper’s lips and oozes thick and heavy down whumpee’s ears and neck and shoulders.
It makes whumpee’s skin crawl.
Or at least, it did.
At first.
But there comes a point, during the more creative of whumper’s tortures, where the pain becomes too much, where the excruciating burn of the knife or the sear of the brand is blacking out whumpee’s brain and shoving their head deep underwater, shrinking their existence down through a tiny pinhole, only to be materialized again on the other side, dazed beyond belief, panting and shaking and still bound in whumper’s arms.
It’s those precious few moments of reprieve in the aftermath, where the warmth of whumper’s shoulder against their cheek is enough for whumpee to sink into it— For their teeth to unclench, for their shoulders to slump against whumper’s torso, for their shaking knees to crumple into whumper’s lap.
For each part of them to give up—to give in— until they’re spilling hot tears into the fabric between shaking, heaving breaths, staining whumper’s shirt with the small beads of blood that still weep from their bitten lip.
Whumper only holds whumpee’s head tightly against their shoulder and let’s them ride out the sobs.
tags—>
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Some responses to "I'm fine":
"Bullshit."
"Then how do you explain that?"
"Uh huh. Sure you are buddy."
"You know, it's ok if you're not ok."
"There is no way you're 'fine' after that."
[skeptical silence]
[worried silence]
"[name], it's ok..."
"We talked about this."
"Please don't lie to me."
"You call that 'fine'?"
"Then why are you [action that reveals distress]?"
"You don't look/sound fine."
"Something's bothering you; I can tell."
"You can talk to me... "
"You're not fooling anyone."
"I just want to help. Will you let me?"
"No you're not."
"You're shaking..."
explicit warning: don't read on if you're under 18 or uncomfortable with anything nsfw/smut related
have fun with these ;) | tag me if you use any | if yall want more prompts like this, jus drop an ask
“I’ve never done this before.”
“I’ll go slow.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Tell me what to do.”
“I’ll talk you through it, okay?”
“This is my first time…”
“I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“Be gentle, please…”
“Am I going too fast?”
“Can you show me how?”
“Does this feel good?”
“Should I slow down?”
“I wanted you to be my first…”
“I want to make this perfect for you.”
“Tell me what feels good.”
“Show me how you like it.”
“We can stop whenever you like.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“You’re doing so well…”
“We can keep going, if you want.”
“Relax, I’ve got you.”
“No need to rush—we have all night.”
“Let me help you.”
“There’s no reason to be nervous.”
“Is this okay?”
“Do that again…”
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Let’s find out what you like together, alright?”
Content: Begging, Possessive whumper, [implied] non-con, [implied] pet whump, [implied] slavery.
"When they're yelling at you, you're okay. It's when they go quiet that you should be scared."
"I think you need a little something to remind you of who you belong to."
"Can you two manage not to tear each other apart while I'm gone?"
"--but why should I let you go when you look so pretty like this?"
"Make yourself useful. Do something- anything, but annoy me."
"Keep crying; your face looks beautiful streaked with tears."
"How else am I supposed to learn if you don't punish me?"
"I don't care how much you hate me - you need to eat!"
"We don't go near that one unless we have to feed it."
"How many times do I have to explain this to you?"
"I don't care about how gross it makes you feel."
"It's just a knife - why do you look so scared?"
"As long as you're good, Master will be kind."
"That is a privilege you have not earned yet."
"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Freak."
"Do you wanna lose the other one, too?"
"What do you mean, they cursed you?"
"What is this 'mercy' you speak of?"
"You're a feisty one, aren't you?"
"Please, just make this quick."
"If I have to force you, I will."
"Please don't give me away!"
"I won't say it again."
"This is your home."
"Are you new here?"
"You wouldn't."
flag id: two flag with 6 stripes. the left flag's stripes are blue, light sky blue, cream, pale pinkish-red, dark dull pink, and dark faded pink-purple. the right flag's stripes are pink, light red, cream, pale sky blue, dull blue, and dark faded pink-purple. end id.
banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.
darciqueer | bennequeer
[pt: darciqueer: when one's opposite-gender attraction to women is explicitly queer due to one being bisexual and/or trans
bennequeer: when one's opposite-gender attraction to men is explicitly queer due to one being bisexual and/or trans. end pt]
for anon! colors are from/adjusted from/inspired by the queer chevron, trans, and bi flags, plus colors i use for darcian and bennetian flags/terms.
tags: @radiomogai, @orientation-archive | dni link
Content: Rape/non-con, asphyxiation/suffocation.
"Yeah, that's right," Whumper grunted, thrusting their cock a little deeper into Whumpee's throat as they gagged around them. "Keep tightening that throat around my dick. I bet you're just aching to breathe, aren't you?"
They smiled something wicked. Whumpee's eyes were wet with tears, staring up at them pleadingly as if they hadn't been around long enough to know that Whumper didn't care about what happened to them.
reblog only, do not perceive me. Used to be a whump blog but I kinda reused it to be a flag/label hoard now. pfp by warriorsproject.
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