The Party

Hands In Hair

A classic trope. A whumper running their fingers through whumpee’s hair. It is an extremely intimate gesture. The possibilities are endless.

Tw: noncon kiss, panic attacks

• Whumper is in the middle of carving their name into whumpee’s chest. Whumpee is completely bound, not able to move an inch. Whumper leans in way too close. They stare into whumpee’s eyes, so close whumpee can feel their breath. As they continue carving, they uses their free hand to run their fingers through whumpee’s hair.

• Whumper just finished cutting whumpee’s hair. They hadn’t had a haircut since they were taken. Whumper decided to trim it. Now, whumper is looking at the job they’ve done. They tilt whumpee’s head to the left and right. They reach out and card their fingers through their locks.

• Whumper grabs a fistful of whumpee’s hair and drags them across the room were the chains are. Whumper harshly yanks them towards the metal bonds. Once they are close to them, Whumper stops and runs their fingers through their hair, then brushing off the strands that had been pulled out.

• Caretaker is holding whumpee, who just had a massive freak out after seeing fire again. Caretaker rocks whumpee back and worth, whispering that everything fine. They reach up and sweep their fingers through whumpee’s hair. (Bonus points if that’s what whumper used to do, so whumpee freaks out all over again)

• Whumpee whimpers as whumper deepens the kiss. They can feel their lips pressed against whumper’s. They run a hand up their face and to their hair. It soon makes its way through whumpee’s messy locks as whumper begins forcing their tongue in whumpee’s mouth.

• Wouldn’t it be hard to run your fingers through whumpee’s hair when it’s got so much dried blood in it?

Nsfwhump prompts

Another darker prompt list, but tailored for nsfw applications. TW for guro, noncon, etc. Feel free to use!

Hurt them with:

☆ An object meant to pleasure

☆ Hot wax

☆ A knife

☆ Gravel or rock salt to kneel on

☆ Barbed wire

☆ A belt

☆ A gag or bit

☆ Clothespins or clamps

☆ A hand dragging them by the hair

☆ Steel wool or sandpaper

☆ A public display of humiliation or dominance

☆ Lack of preparation or lubrication

☆ Fingers digging into a wound

☆ A stress position

☆ Visible hickeys or bites

☆ A plug or vibrator to wear covertly

☆ Broken bones

☆ Dislocation

☆ Nipple or genital piercings

☆ A red hot brand or iron

☆ A cigarette ashed onto their skin or into their mouth

☆ Exhaustion

☆ Bathing or washing

☆ Overstimulation

☆ A boot or shoe stomping between their legs

☆ Thumbtacks, needles, or pins

☆ A fresh sunburn

☆ A cane or switch

☆ Penetration with an unconventional object

☆ Ruined orgasm

12

[tw intimate whumper, noncon kissing, noncon touching, conditioning, captivity]

"N-no," Whumpee breathed, muscles locking up in sheer terror and disgust as Whumper leaned in to press a kiss to their cheek. They didn't have the energy — or the courage — to scream about it anymore. They weren't being rude... they were pleading. "Please. I don't– I don't want this, please..."

Whumper moved even closer, completely trapping them against the wall. The best Whumpee could do was turn their head to the side and squeeze their eyes shut, but even that was futile when they were grabbed by the chin, helpless to let their captor position them however they pleased. "Feeling polite tonight?" Whumpee could hear the smirk in their voice without looking.

They would have to swallow the mockery if they wanted to get anywhere.

"Yes, sir." They held their breath, hoping the title came across as sincere instead of the taunt Whumpee wished it could've been. When Whumper didn't hit them, they cautiously opened their eyes, relieved to see them taken aback. "Please?"

It was their last... line of defence? Resort? Lifeline? And frankly, it wasn't much. Relying on the humanity and mercy of a soulless monster who had kidnapped and tortured them for weeks now was a hopeless gamble. But it was all they had: genuine desperation, and a willingness to show some vulnerability.

Whenever Whumpee had put on an act of defiance, Whumper responded in kind, breaking them down brutally and without an ounce of pity. Whenever they had grown too tired to physically protest, their captor had held them and feigned care, cooing and running gentle fingers through their hair. So maybe now that they were being earnest and giving Whumper exactly what they wanted... maybe now, they would consider indulging them just a little. Just for the night.

"You're tired of fighting, aren't you?" Whumper asked softly, moving their hand to cup Whumpee's cheek. "It's understandable. It gets pretty damn tiring, after a while."

Whumpee made a half-hearted attempt to pull away, but one warning glance from Whumper was enough to keep them in line. But they were hopeful. Whumper's tone was almost caring, if they allowed themself to dream a little. "Please, stop touching me. I can't– I can't do this. Not tonight."

"I don't want you to think I don't appreciate this change in attitude. I do." Whumper leaned in for another kiss on the cheek, and Whumpee shivered. "And I can and will reward you for it. But the thing is... I can't reward you by going against everything I expect from you."

No. No, they couldn't– they couldn't– they were being so polite! They were well-behaved! They were honest, they– they'd debased themself appropriately!

Whumpee felt panic rising in their chest as Whumper went in for a real kiss this time, pressing their lips against theirs, slowly and sweetly like it was all consensual. Whumpee placed both of their hands on their captor's chest, not really making an effort to push them away yet. They didn't have the strength; neither physical, nor mental.

"I'm going to reward you by being gentle," Whumper murmured. "And we don't have to do much either. We can take it slow, and I can just show you how it could be, if you were to behave. It doesn't have to be that constant fighting, Whumpee. We can spend a nice night together."

"B-but– but I don't– please, I don't want–"

"Shh, listen to what I'm telling you, love." They placed their own hand on top of Whumpee's, and Whumpee realised they still weren't trying to shove them away. "We're going to spend this night together either way. Because I want to. But it doesn't have to be torture."

Tears were streaming down their face by this point, and they made no move to wipe them away. There was no point. The worst part was how their abused mind jumped at the sliver of comfort the words offered, even though it was less than the bare minimum. It was still a promise of endless coercion and violation.

"Okay," they heard themself say anyway. Their voice was thick with painful resignation, yet light enough that they weren't even sure they'd said it once their mouth had stopped moving. They didn't want to believe they'd said it.

But Whumper smiled, giving them another peck on the lips. "It really can be nice, you know. Even if you don't believe me yet. Let me show you how accomodating I can be, whenever I don't have to worry about you clawing my eyes out."

DEADTHING!

A gender for when you're dead, but living. A Thing walking among everyone else.

I have no set DNI. Do not be a dick on this post.

“it’s so cute how you reach for my hand while I’m hurting you” asdfghjkl 😭💕✨

Alternative Mesi Ace and Mesi Aro flags

These take the format of the original Mesi Ace and Mesi Aro flags but uses colors from this Acespec / Asexual Spectrum flag and this Arospec / Aromantic Spectrum flag!

Made as a fun warmup and because I really like the colors of those flags. Free for anyone to use anywhere!

Taglist - @radiomogai, @revenant-coining

⸺﹒Demigirl boygirl & Demiboy boygirl ⨟ requested by anon

A flag for boygirls who also are demigirls or demiboys.

PT. Demigirl boygirl & Demiboy boygirl. requested by anon. A flag for boygirls who also are demigirls or demiboys. END OF PT.

Binary + Nonbinary bigender flags

Bigender man + enby | Bigender woman + enby

Can be used as alt bigender flags for people with only one binary gender or as specific flags while using a different flag for general bigender

Guessing the number of followers is giving so much vibe of Whumper making his Whumpee count during the torture like XD "Come on, guess. Maybe you'll be right this time" "...8...842...?" "Noope. Time for consolation prize!" "NOO! NOT THE CONSOLATION PRIZE" *gives him a squishy pic* "Oh.... That consolation prize..."

~ 🍪🍪

Okay you done inspired me. I know this isn't about followers, but I started thinking 'what about forced to guess how many lashes they've had?'.

Sooooooooo, here. Have a scene that no one asked for:

Counting

(tw: beating/belting, sadistic whumper, degradation)

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Whumpee’s knees ground against the carpet, the rough fibers clawing into the place where what calluses they had worked up had rubbed free again. But that pain was negligible compared to the burning strikes across their back.

“Guess again.”

Whumpee grit their teeth. They’d long since given up trying to keep the tears from falling. Their eyes burned with the salty wetness. They dripped freely from their cheekbones to the floor, sparkling all the way down until they splashed against the rough carpet.

They tried again. “F…forty……six?”

Whumper laughed loudly that time. “Not even close!”

A pitiful cry squirmed up their throat as the belt came down again, slashing across the other marks.

It burned. Oh god, how it burned.

Whumpee’s legs were shaking, threatening to give out again. They forced themself to stay up on their hands and knees. If they slipped again, Whumper would only beat them until they were back in place. ‘Where they should be.’ They were only grateful that Whumper had allowed them to fall onto their hands as well - they usually were forced to remain upright.

But they’d never had this many lashes before either.

At least, they didn’t think they had. They had lost count.

Which was the whole point of this fucked up game.

It couldn’t be more than forty…right?

They tried again, voice quivering. “T-thiry s-ahk!-s-even?”

They should come up with some kind of strategy. Start counting high and count backwards until they hit the right number. But what if they were wrong? What if it was higher than expected and they never reached it? What if they guessed far too high, and had double the lashes?

Whumper chuckled - then lighting struck again, hot, slick leather ripping into them again.

Whumpee screamed, elbows buckling.

They forced themself back up.

And tried again.

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CLAUSTRAMOR

Claustramor is a label for those who have trouble expressing or feeling romance and/or sexual intimacy, but may desire it. This may be due to: asexuality and aromanticism, trauma, and/or anything significant that may affect the way you express/feel attractions.

Claustramor is a label with multiple definitions! The use of this label may vary from each person using it.

Here is a few examples of how one may use the definition: ex1: Claustramor in the sense that you crave romance and/or sexual intimacy, but cannot actually feel it. ex2: Claustramor in the sense you crave romantic and/or sexual relationships but cannot enter or stay in one for one or more reasons. ex3: Claustramor in the sense you feel as if your attractions have a barrier that prevents you from being in a relationship fully.

The name "Claustramor" comes from the combination of the latin words "Claustra" and "Amor"

The flags stripes do not necessarily have any stripe meanings. I have designed it in a way to where it may be interpreted in different ways, but there is some meaning to some of the flag. The main meaning in the heart with a lock on it, signifying that there may be something preventing, possibly holding back the attractions. The thinner black bars may represent the lack of attractions, or may signify a barrier between the attractions. This flag and term is highly personal to me. I have struggled with my attractions for years, and have never found a term that quite fit me right to describe the way my attractions are. You are free to use this label if it fits you, but please use it with care. <3

Tags: @radiomogai @beyond-mogai-pride-flags