Forever Thinking About Recapture

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..."

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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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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.

~ I GOT YOU ~ PROTECTIVE PROMPTS

requested by: @rainywolfden & anonymous request: protective prompts. especially some family based ones, but just scenarios where one character thinks they need to protect another character would be nice

Feel free to use and reblog!

defending the other when someone says something only slightly criticising about them

"You take that back!"

jumping in front of the other, no matter whether they're being physically or verbally attacked

putting a hand on the other's shoulder to show their support

not accepting hate/critique of the other because no one knows their real struggle

"I actually think A is doing a great job. You shouldn't judge when you know nothing."

getting furious when someone takes advantage of the other's weaknesses

noticing the other struggle without them having to say a word

always feeling responsible to protect their younger sibling(s)

never letting their children out of sight because something could happen in these two seconds

"Leave my baby alone!"

accompanying the other home at night

looking out for potential dangers all the time

comforting the other as soon as they're alone

"Hey! What did you just say to my sibling/child/friend/etc.?!"

seeking the one who hurt the other to take revenge

"You messed with the wrong one!"

not leaving the other's side 'just in case'

only stepping in when the other can't handle it anymore

"You've got some real nerve."

"Mmmph- mmph!"

Whumper grinned up at Whumpee from their spot in between Whumpee's legs. Gentle fingers fiddled mindlessly with the buckle of their captive's belt, threatening to undo it at any moment.

"What's wrong, sweet thing?" they teased. "Don't wanna show yourself? Even to your dear old master?"

There were some more muffled screams from behind the gag; desperate and frightened. The terror in their eyes was something else, Whumper nearly couldn't get enough of it.

Finally, they decided they were finished teasing and unbuckled Whumpee's belt, easily pulling it out from around their waist. Afterwards came the knife down the center of their shirt, exposing their stomach and chest whether their captive liked it or not.

"You really are perfect, Whumpee," they whispered as they let their head come to rest on Whumpee's lap. Despite not having any eyes on them now, they could feel them fighting against the restraints holding them against the chair. "You have the sweetest tummy... perfect as a makeshift pillow - and what about these gorgeous thighs? So soft and warm!"

To emphasise their point, they buried their face in between Whumpee's bare legs and began to run their hands up and down the poor thing's trembling thighs, licking and nipping at the skin there. They were perfect. Everything Whumper had ever wanted.

Now, they just had to make Whumpee theirs for good.

Whumpee with a ring gag-

Just, whumper yanking their head around by their hair, by the gag, by their chin or neck

Whumper pushing their head down and telling them they won’t be hurt as much if they use that lovely tongue of theirs for what it was meant for

Or perhaps whumper shoving things through the gag and down their throat. Fingers, toys, other miscellaneous body parts

How their jaw ends up aching from their mouth being held open so wide. Their tongue aching form use, from having it grabbed, pulled and abused. Their throat hurts from screaming and the damage from whatever items were forced past the gag.

Maybe the gag is left in, and whatever time whumper isn’t there, they still have their mouth forced open.

flag id: a flag with 7 stripes, which are medium dark indigo, faded blue, light sky blue, white, light yellow, soft orange, and red-pink. 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.

binatranonbin: identifying as a binary gender in an inherently nonbinary way due to being trans

[pt: binatranonbin: identifying as a binary gender in an inherently nonbinary way due to being trans. end pt]

for anon! the purple and yellow are adjusted from the nonbinary flag and the blue and pink and adjusted from the trans flag. i made the nonbinary and binary trans colors fade into each other to represent the inherent nonbinarity of one's binary gender. the term is 'bina' from 'binary', 'tran' from 'trans', + 'nonbin' from 'nonbinary'!

tags: @radiomogai | dni link

Aplatonic (apl for short) flags part 2 :3 ⭐️ (This set uses yellow, there's another set that uses green+blue+purple 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 | lovequeer apl | heartless apl

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aplvague | caedplatonic | autiapl

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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]

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

Kidnapping Prompts

Just some basic kidnapping starters for you...

"I'm going to put this on you, and you're not going to fight me. Got it?"

Whumpee trying to be as quiet as possible dialing 911, only to find there's no connection.

"Sorry, I'm not convinced you'll stay quiet about this."

"This is going to sting a little."

Whumpee sprinting for the door, barely prying it open before being jerked back inside.

"Shh...Don't scream. Hold very still."

Whumpee waking up in an unfamiliar place.

"No no, don't touch the blindfold. You won't like what happens next if you do."

Whumpee struggling, clawing, screaming uselessly into the chloroform rag. Their thrashing gradually slows to a stop as they fall limp in Whumper's arms.

"You're so cute, I think I might just keep you."

Whumpee pounding at the lid of a trunk, desperate for anyone to notice they're there. Slowly giving in to curling up in a ball and crying.

"You don't have to do this." "Oh, I know. I get to do this."

"Shh...stay quiet for me and I won't have to hurt anyone else tonight."

Whumpee waking up to a hand clamped over their mouth, thrashing in the darkness. Disoriented. Unable to fight what they can't see.

"Are you going to get in the car or do I have to put you in the car?"

“Found you.”

Whumper waiting very patiently under Whumpee's bed for them to fall asleep.

"Listen very carefully and I won't have to hurt you. Okay?"

Whumpee barely getting inside the door when something smashes into the back of their head. They spiral to the floor, bursts of light blurring the world into darkness.

"Stop. - Stop fighting me."

The sinking realization twisting into panic as Whumpee hears the lock click.

"Careful. I don't want to get blood on your nice floors."

Whumpee twitching away from the knife pressed to their throat, too terrified to try to see who is holding it.

"Hmm, is the knife cold against your throat? Try not to flinch, I wouldn't want to slip."

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