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this is part one of a shadow over lirim: the kidnapping

warnings: kidnapping ofc, manhandling, violence, knocked unconscious read:

Alphas were a part of life; they always had been. Most of the time they were essentially indistinguishable from humans; the only differentiating factor being the way they could alter the pitch of their voice, just slightly, so you would be hard-pressed to go against anything they said. They were often physically taller, too, strong and fast. But, yeah. Alphas were a part of life; you’d see them on the street and lower your eyes in respect, you’d drive by their parts of their city and speed up, just a bit, but their presense on the outskirts of society was normalised.

They kept to themselves, mostly. But from midnight to dawn, once a week, they would make their merry way over into the city proper, where any omega still outside was theirs for the taking. After all, alphas were’t born. They were made. 

Finn thought it was all bullshit. The idea that, until a human hit the age of legitamacy at 25 and became re-classified as a beta, they were legally just up for the taking was insane. Still, it wasn’t all that hard for him to avoid going out at night once a week.

Days like today, however, he didn’t have a choice.

“Ya sure you’re gonna be okay, kid? I didn’t mean to’ keep you so late. I can drive ya, or you can sleep in my office?” Finn’s boss, a kindly and balding man named Johnathan, glanced at the clock. 11:47pm. Finn shouldered his bag, glancing at his boss with a smile as he headed towards the door of the auto-repair shop. “I’ll be fine, man, thanks though. I live close.”

Despite his words of confidence, Finn kept a brisk pace on his way home - he really hadn’t intended to stay that long, and the next bus wasn’t for another ten minutes. 

11:56 pm, and Finn was almost home; he could see the turn onto his street from here.

11:58 pm, and Finn stopped, his heart in his throat.

An Alpha was watching him from the other side of the street. There was nowhere to hide, no point in even trying to run. This close to midnight, nobody would even open a window for him to slide through.

11:59 pm, and Finn’s back hit the wall. The Alpha began to cross the street, his gait casual. Finn wondered, slightly hysterically, at the fact he was wearing a blood red suit.

Midnight. The Alpha stopped in front of him, and the pair stood in a charged silence for a moment before the man spoke.

“Are you going to put up a fight?” The man’s tone of voice indicated a general sense of boredom with the situation, but Finn saw the eagerness in his eyes, the way his body was coiled as if to attack.

Finn considered this. They both knew he would be going with the man, that resisting was futile, but Finn would hate himself if he didn’t at least try.

He punched the man square in the face, and ran for his life. Behind him, he could hear the man swearing, clearly shocked at the mere concept of a human fighting back against being, you know, kidnapped and left to an uncertain fate. The man recovered quickly, though, because of course he did, and within seconds Finn found himself being whirled around and pressed against the wall of an alleyway, his wrists gripped in one large hand. Fear, for the first time that night, rushed through him.

No. No no no, this isn’t happening.

A cloth was pressed against his nose and mouth and Finn held his breath for as long as he could, still thrashing against the man’s grip.

Stop it. Let me go, please.

The man didn’t, waiting as Finn’s struggles slowed in the wake off the drug before slinging the boy over his shoulder almost gently, beginning to make his way home. They still had a long night ahead, after all. ***

Nobody knew what happened to omegas once they were taken. They knew why they were taken - to grow the Alpha population - but nobody was quite sure what that meant, exactly. Were they bitten and turned, like a vampire or a werewolf? Were they tortured and experimented on, like the supersoldies from action movies? Would they be raped?

When Alfie’s mother was younger, still an omega herself, she narrowly escaped the clutches of an Alpha. When Alfie had turned 17 and moved from being classified as ‘unpresented’ to ‘omega’, Miram had sat him down at their small kitchen table and told him the story of that night. She knew that her son had never forgotten the story, had never forgotten how afraid she had been even decades after the event, and he had promised her, holding her hands across the table, that he would never do anything that would put him in a similar situation.

It was 11pm when Alfie noticed the Alpha standing, patiently, at the foot of their driveway, hand in his pockets.

Miram’s husband - Alfie’s stepfather - went out to talk to him; the Alpha wouldn’t be interested in a homely middle-aged man, after all. He would be interested, they all knew, in Alfie.

Miram felt sick as she watched her David crumble to the ground five minutes later.

The Alpha started towards the house and she had the horrible realisation that just as so many humans didn’t feel the need to obey the law, this Alpha didn’t either.

Miram grabbed the baseball bat they kept in the basement, then locked herself and Alfie upstairs in the master bedroom, as far away from the front door as they could manage. There was nothing else she could do, she knew, tears streaming down her face as she hugged her boy tightly.

There were footsteps on the stairs now, slow and unhurried. She had to be strong. She had to be strong for her son. “Momma?” He hadn’t called her that in years.

Miram grabbed his face with both hands. “Look at me, carĩno. I need you to be strong, okay? No matter what happens, I need you to be the brave boy I know you are. David and I love you so much. Never forget that, Alfie.”

He nodded in her grip, eyes wide and scared and oh, how she wished her boy never had to feel such fear. They were both crying, now, and he let out a small sob as the door rattled in its frame from the Alpha’s first kick.

Miram pushed her son behind her and raised the bat. She didn’t go down without a fight when she was 20 and she sure as hell wasn’t going to now.

Another kick, and the door was thrown open.

The Alpha had dark hair, easily 6.3” to Miram’s 5.4”and Alfie’s 5.10”. The bat was ripped from her grip with little fuss, the momentum flinging her into the dresser, and everything went black.

Things came back slowly.

Alfie was sobbing, screaming for her. The monster had a vice-like grip around Alfie’s waist and was nearly lifting him off the ground in an attempt to control his desperate struggles as he was dragged from the room.

Miram tried to stand, to help her son, and everything went black once more.

a shadow over lirim story masterpost !

this is a story inspired by ‘lirim’ by virus138 on ao3. if virus138 wishes for me to take this work down, i will. this world is their intellectual property and this is, essentially, a (very dark) fanfiction that honestly has very little in common with the original.

summary: finn and alfie are kidnapped by 'alphas' - a type of human that is stronger, faster, and isn't born but rather created by biting and bonding to a human. with time running out before being bonded to their alphas and considered their legal property, will finn and alfie be able to make it out alive, despite everything their captors put them through?

characters:

whumpees: alfie (21), finn (23) caretaker: brín (27) whumpers: darius for alfie, eric for finn - both mid 30s

whump vibes:

creepy/intimate whumpers, defiant but absolutely fucking terrified whumpees, multiple whumpees, kidnapping, manhandling, restraints, fear, semi-explicit nsfwhump, non-consensual touch both sexual and non-sexual, a/b/o dynamics but also not really there will be chapter specific warnings at the start of each post, these are just the general ones.

chapter masterlist:

the kidnapping (manhandling, violence, knocked unconscious)

the first day (implied future non-con) still being written:

the first night

the first escape attempt

the first punishment

baby steps/a new normal

acting out (NSFW)

the second punishment (NSFW)

the second escape attempt

the peace offering

the soiree (NSFW)

the bonding (NSFW)

the aftermath (NSFW)

the eye of the storm

the stars of the show (NSFW)

the family dinner

the present

the final straw

the exchange

the refuge

idk man i've never posted a story on here so let me know if there's anything i'm forgetting

Man, I’m a sucker for any whump involving a belt. It’s one of my favourite object in a whump context.

Whumper bringing a belt down across whumpee’s back, hands, legs, feet, or what have you.

If they’re feeling particularly brutal, whumper hitting whumpee with the buckle as well.

A belt being wrapped around whumpee’s neck and pulled tight, choking them.

Alternatively, belt wrapped around whumpee’s neck and used like a leash.

Belts used to bind whumpee’s wrists and ankles.

Whumpee breaking down and starting to apologize or beg whenever someone takes off their belt (be it caretaker or whumper) because they think they’re going to be hit.

Overlapping bruises in the shape of a belt buckle.

Swollen red welts in a criss-cross pattern.

A belt being put in whumpee’s mouth as a gag.

Alternatively, a belt being put in whumpee’s mouth for them to bite down on as their wounds are treated.

Belts being used as tourniquets or to hold a splint in place.

Belts used to strap whumpee to a table, chair, etc.

A belt pulled ever tighter around any body part, bruising, bursting blood vessels, maybe even cracking bone at some point.

Whumpee who ends up hating the feel of leather and the sound of jangling metal.

This hatred extending as far as anything with a strap and buckle, such as a watch, bag, saddle, etc.

Feel free to add any others y’all can think of!

genuinely what the fuck oh my god i love this sm

ever since i saw that woke indiana jones video i've been thinking about this

I'm going to be making a GoFundMe in the coming days, but need to make an initial post.

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Any donations help. So does any interaction.

@soft-tiefling and @luckyfirerabbit might have spoons to verify details, or they might be completely overwhelmed.

Reasons whumpee doesn't fight back

Content: rape, blackmail, threats, beating, belting, forced drinking

When they so much as squirm, whumper fucks harder and rips their skin open till they scream for mercy. "I'm sorry, it just, it hurt! Please!"

Unpredictable whumper--this might be one of those times that the slightest thing sets them off.

"What?!" Whumper snaps at nothing. "Sorry." Whumpee apologizes reflexively. Yep. This is one of those times.

Whumper silently keeps track of every infraction. At the end of the day, they go to the "punishment room" and pick out an implement to use on whumpee, giving them the exact number of strikes they've "earned".

Boss whumper withholds desperately-needed money from their paycheck when they don't submit to manhandling and groping

Gang boss whumper that has given whumpee a "priviledged" position where they aren't beaten or gang-raped

"if you made this relationship difficult for me, I'd have no choice but to let them have you."

Whumpee is taking the beating for someone else. "I can take it." They tell themselves, writhing, trying not to scream under the belt. "I can take it, and he can't."

Denial out of shame. "It's just bullying." As whumpers pass him around, groping him and forcing shots of alcohol down his throat.

Mine to take

“Please… don’t. Leave him out of this.”

“Hmm, and why would I do that?”

“Bec–” Whumpee stalled, everything inside of them screaming at them not to finish that sentence. Fear cut off their voice. Their breath stalled in their throat. Memories flashed through their brain to remind them what was in store for them.

Whumper leered down at them, to his captive sitting on their knees in front of him, lazily waiting for them to finish what he wanted them to say.

“Because I’ll go with you,” they said breathlessly, peering up with a desperate glance.

Whumper wet his lips, slowly in a single motion. biting down a little on his tongue as he kept eye contact. It made Whumpee’s skin crawl.

“Will you?” he challenged, eyes flicking between Whumpee and Caretaker.

“No,” Caretaker growled.

“Yes!” Whumpee said over him, demanding eye contact with Whumper. “Yes.”

“God, you know me so well. You learned so well. Sometimes I wonder who is pressing whom here.” Whumper laughed to himself. “I love it when you look up to me like that all desperate. And don’t you know it. You got so good at begging just with your eyes, baby, god it’s gorgeous. You begging to come with me.”

Whumpee wanted nothing more than to avert their eyes.

“Get up.”

As Whumpee got to their feet, Whumper took a step towards them getting up close. He slid his hand over their neck to the back of their head, brushing through their hair, and pressed them towards him until their forehead rested against his shoulder. It wasn’t a hug; just a display of power, really. Mine. He felt them shudder, felt the tiniest pull of resistance, and smirked over their head to Caretaker when he felt it fall away and they relaxed against him.

“I’ll be taking what’s mine, then.”

Little things

“I missed you so much, dear,” Whumper cooed.

“You just missed having someone to torment,“ Whumpee spat. The all too familiar feeling of rope cutting into their wrists reminded them of the freedom so cruelly taken from them, again.

"That’s not true,” Whumper said, almost offended. He turned to face them. “No one could replace you.”

He advanced on them and crouched in front of them.

“I missed you. The little things that make you. Like…” he trailed off and gently brushed a lock of hair behind their ear.

“That hint of fear and uncertainty in your eyes that you try so hard to hide.”

Whumpee averted their eyes.

“And I couldn’t remember the exact shape of the scar on your shoulder. How it felt. The raised skin, the shudder that came with it when I touched it.”

His hand lingered over the place, rubbing the fabric of their shirt. Both knew it wouldn’t be long before he would touch the bare skin again.

“Your smell, mixed with the iron tang of blood. God, baby, if only you knew how much I missed that.”

Whumpee froze when the man pressed against them, nuzzled their neck and took in their scent. Their bound hands relaxed, their fingers that had been clutching in the opposite palm unclenched and fell down. In defeat. Despair.

“The soft whimpers at that moment when you realise, when you know, you can’t stop me.”

He laughed when he heard the, to his ears, soothing strangled sound. “Yes, that. you don’t even realise it yourself. You’re amazing.”

He sat back straight, a look of soft admiration on his face.

“Don’t worry. I won’t forget these little things again. You just keep reminding me. Every. Single. Day.”

reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

Two characters who finally reunite. Maybe one was whumped, or maybe they both were, but it was awful and there were so many uncertainties, they could've easily never seen each other again. But they never gave up hope.

The running towards the other (or stumbling because their injuries won't allow anything more) and the crushing hug, pulling the other close to them, never wanting to let go again.

Then slightly pulling back to see the other's face, to confirm this is real. They're bruised and bloody, but they can't help but laugh with relief.

"Hey."

Manhandling + noncon (not explicit)

Literally cornering whumpee by walking closer and closer until their bodies are pressed up against each other

Twisting an arm and slamming them up into a wall, breathing threats into whumpee's ear

Biting whumpee's ear for struggling against whumper's grip

Whumpee, collapsed on the floor, being dragged up by their hair, forcing them to scramble to their knees with a hoarse groan.

"Oh, you thought we were done?"

Pressing wrists into the bed above their head and kneeling on the inside of whumpee's thighs (there are nerve bundles there so that would hurt)

"oh, don't want to? That's alright--" *slams their face into the ground* "I'll make you."

Pushing them into a room with toys/gags/torture implements with their hands bound behind them, watching them pause and stiffen in horror

Tilting up their head by the chin

Grabbing their hair to pull their head back and assault them with a bruising kiss

Kneeling on their calf to trap them on their knees as whumper slides their arms around whumpee's waist (this hurts the kneecap and calf)

"wait, whumper, wait that hurts--let me--please, I'll hold still, please don't!"

The way that being slammed around into things while they beg makes whumper's voice huff and pitch up on impact

Wrenching whumpee into position and grappling to keep them there as they wind ropes around their thighs and ankles

The little slaps and curses and reprimanding twists as whumper forces whumpee's body where they want them

Yanking whumpee's clothes off piece by piece--this is actually really hard so it would take a lot of struggling, beating whumpee down, and probably threats

Whumpee getting one good punch in, and then the whumper's grapple suddenly turns into a very one-sided beat-down

okay attempt two at posting this

ways of making a whumpee scared of non-con without outright nc or threats

carewhumper vibes. the obvious tws apply

manhandling. throw them onto the bed and straddle their hips, keeping their hands pinned on either side of their head. alternatively, bend them over a table or a bed, keeping them there with a hand tangled in their hair or on the back of their neck.

alternatively, keeping them pressed against your chest or guiding them with fingers tangled in their hair or digging into their hip, just slightly under their waistband

classic shows of submission. tie them up and have them kneel - especially if it's between your whumpers spread legs. give their hair a pet every once in a while if they're good.

pet names: baby, pet, pretty boy, pup, princess. etc.

strip them. personally i prefer keeping my whumpees in their underwear and maybe a carewhumpers tshirt, but even so the act of stripping them is a great place for some physical and psychological whump - ESPECIALLY when the whumpee has only just been kidnapped/captured and does not yet know what to expect

have them undress in front of you for the first time before making them bend over the bed. watch their hands shake and their eyes fill with tears, feel them tense underneath you, frozen with fear. and then you simply just handcuff them or even just walk out of the room, leaving them to question when the n/c will start - only it won't. their fear is all you wanted, after all

gruff/significantly larger or older caretaker bathing a younger whumpee who doesn't feel safe around them yet - whumpee flinching away but too weak to fight as they are gently stripped and placed in the bath, being cleaned /everywhere/ in a way that makes them flush with shame even if there's no intention behind the touches

whumpee being gently but firmly forced into a humiliating position, maybe forced to stand still for an /inspection/ filled with clinical yet invasive touches

using objects w sexual connotations (ball gags, blindfolds, certain whips and types of restraints) in non-sexual situations

this works especially well for a newer whumpee - strip them, blindfold and ball gag them before thing them to a mattress, legs spread. then let them wake up on their own, slowly, watch the fear kick in as they come to their own conclusions about what's going to happen to them

some more explicit stuff below the cut

those dildo gags or maybe an anal plug or vibe - just, you know. keep it in

shoving fingers into whumpees mouth until tears come to their eyes

be handsy with them

taking photos of them in intimate or humiliating posistions

whumper jerking off onto whumpees face where they're tied up and kneeling

buying whumpee lingerie - if they wear it, they might get some food or even first aid

Stoic whumpee is stoic because they have PTSD

Content: branding, whipping, torture

Shaking their head as they watch whumper heat the brand

Hopeless big eyes when whumper walks back into the room

Backing away from the brand/knife, breath already hissing in their teeth because they know what to expect and it is NOT going to be pleasant

"You're going to want to talk. Because if you don't, I'm going to use every one of these tools on you." Whumpee silently prepares themself for every one of those tools.

Or same situation, but whumpee is deciding exactly how much to tell and when because they are NOT doing that shit again

Whumpee breaking into silent sobs at the first lash because they know exactly how much this is going to hurt

"You don't look scared, you look vaguely disappointed... What is wrong with you?" "I just don't want to do this again." Whumpee grimaces. "Again?! Who hurt you!"

"Are you ready to talk? Or am I going to have to give you 20 more?" Whumpee, leaning their welted body against the whipping pole. "You're just going to tire yourself out."

actually there is a fancast (mine) and it's this person right here

I fear no fancast will ever match how sexy Sirius Black actually is.

I have been meticulously reading an immense amount of wolfstar fics since 2021, so I'll give y'all my humble opinion on the best fics I've read, from the popular to the non popular ones:

WOLFSTAR FICS RECOMMENDATIONS ON AO3

POPULAR ONES THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE ALREADY HEAR OF:

"Best Friend's Brother" by bizarrestars (there's jegulus in this one as well. Remus is Regulus' best friend, and James is Sirius'. Regulus and Sirius don't talk anymore)

"Crimson Rivers" by bizarrestars (Hunger Games au. heart breaking. you will cry for months. there's also jegulus, dorlene, and marylily).

"The Cadence of Part-time Poets" by motswolo (High-school plus band au. my pearsonal favorite. I love it)

"Kill Your Darlings" by MesserMoon (Deaf Remus. College. other couples povs like jegulus and marylily. I cried so much. haven't recovered)

"Dear Your Holiness" by MollyMaryMarie (priest Remus. I know, it's weird, give it a chance anyway)

"all my cards are here" by haey1 (band au)

"Not Another Band AU" by TheLovelyZee (band au. I really love band au's)

"Sweater Weather" by lumosinlove (hockey au. Sirius is the captain, Remus is the physical trainer)

NON POPULAR ONE'S (some of it might be popular and I'm just not aware):

"Staying Strangers" by 3amAndCounting (texting. IT'S SO AMAZING. they actually talk about stuff before running away when they're sad, I'm obsessed)

"oh thou, my lovely boy" by bigthief (Dead Poets Society au)

"Blends" by rvltn909 (coffee shop au)

"A Wolf's Heart" by mizdiz (ill Remus. I cried. a lot.)

"cruel summer" by moonystarx (girl__almighty) (teenargers spending the summer toguether)

"Of Memories and Milk Thievery" by moonymoment (divorced wolfstar raising Teddy)

"Show Me Love" by EtoilesLaNuit (a one-shot of a universe where wolfstar didn't work out and everything falls apart. I sobbed reading this. If you feel like crying, this is your fic. If you're looking for a happy ending, run away from here)

"labyrinth" by moonymoment (they have a past, but now Remus is back, and Sirius doesn't know what to do)

"sirius black and the "mystery girl"" by tjmcharg (lily tries to figure out who is this person sirius is dating. Hogwarts au)

"every christmas from now on" by mandarino_o (fake dating. they're so obvious. im in love)

"Godlight" by Badhairred (F1 DRIVERS!!!! wolfstar and jegulus. they hate each other at first)

"Best Friend's Wedding" by amberlink (fake dating. famous sirius. remus works for him. past romantic prongsfoot)

"saccharine" by moonymoment (GHOST SIRIUS!!!)

This is it everybody, these are the main ones for me. enjoy and thank me later (:

Whumpee letting out the tiniest gasp when the blindfold goes over their eyes

i had such a good list and it vanished as soon as i hit post

pspspsps more nsfwhump lists pspspsps

ideally controlling carewhumper x scared whumpee

Thanks for the ask! I like writing nsfwhump because it can be the breaking point for whumpee. Taking everything--freedom, safety, and finally their dignity--can leave them hopeless. someone that can recover from that is a damn hero.

More nsfwhump ideas:

(carewhumper vibes)

Content: rape, bodily fluids , other noncon, shaming, humiliation, gaslighting, beating, dead dove do not eat

"Come here." Eyes rove over whumpee's body. whumpee swallows and flushes. "Hmm. Alright, bend over the sink."

"Wait. I can't." Whumpee rasps. Whumper's eyes go cold. "I didn't give you permission to beg. On your knees and turn around."

The sound of breaths catching in a tight throat, whumper's exerted breaths, skin on skin contact, whumpee shuddering

Using it as a punishment. Manhandling whumpee down to the floor right there, ripping their pants partway down and wordlessly, painfully fucking them

"Take your pants off. Yes, underwear too. Lay on the bed."

Whumpee silently cooperates for fear of whumper getting rough.

Running their hands over whumpee's bare hips and watching them squeeze their eyes shut and try to dissociate

whumpee miserably trying to drag themselves out of the red-stained puddle of blood after the rape, sometimes mixed with puke or urine

"Do you have to do this every fucking day?" Whumpee snarls.

"Make it sound real." Whumper's fingers curl into whumpee's sides, creating more bleeding nail marks under the old ones. "Or I'll stop being so gentle."

Whumper ashamed of themselves afterward. Zipping up their own pants and staring coldly down at whumpee, still crying. "Oh, quit bawling. It wasn't that bad."

Whumpee crawling to a corner to yank up their pants and cover their skin as much as possible

Gently bathing whumpee. Telling them they "took it well" and they're such a good toy. Submitting is the only way whumpee can get clean.

The riding crop only hurts when whumpee is "bad". If whumpee is "good" they only get playful little swats that are mostly just annoying.

A hiss of pain. "Wait--stop--it hurts--" "I'm almost done."

Whumper using noncon INSTEAD of care. "You took that beating so well... I have a reward for you."

Striking their crotch/sensitive areas until they can't sit.

Aftercare involves groping and manhandling that causes more pain than necessary.

Gentle aftercare that makes whumpee shudder, because they like being touched kindly for once, and they're ashamed of it

Whumpee asking for punishment and moaning just the way whumper likes. Because that's the only thing that buys them rest between torture sessions.

"I'm sorry. I guess I got a little rough. I must love you a lot, huh?"

Whumper slides a warm towel up whumpee's thigh, wiping away trails of blood and cum. "Please," whumpee flinches away. "Just let me do it." "Shh. I'll make it nice for you.

Whumper that never hurts whumpee. They force them into position gently but firmly, lean over, and whisper a threat into whumpee's ear that makes them stiffen with fear.

Caretaker gently trying to treat a wound. Whumpee jerks away. "Don't touch me!" They shout. Then they recognize who it is they're speaking to. "Don't--N-not like that."

Innocuous phrases like "come here", "do you like it" and "I'm not going to hurt you" making whumpee freeze and panic afterward

Do you write nsfwhump?

Yes, it's often my favorite thing to write, if it doesn't happen it's because I am challenging myself 😅

Content: rape, gaslighting

It's the most humiliating, invasive thing possible. like, here's my favorites (it's a list, because I love lists)

Silent whumper and pleading whumpee. "What are you doing? Wait, fuck, what are you doing?!"

The act of stripping whumpee. Whumper yanks down their pants and whumpee flinches with their whole body at the unexpected vulnerability.

Forcing whumpee to strip--every movement and sound of rustling clothing amplifies the shame--they're doing it to themselves.

Whumpee may actually prefer the rape to whippings or other torture. Maybe they already feel no sense of dignity, and it just hurts less. But later all they'll remember is that they begged to be raped.

Whumper telling whumpee's friends what they did to whumpee. Suddenly whumpee knows they can never look their friends in the eyes again. Social ties just suddenly demolished.

Anal rape. It can be horribly painful, especially for the first time. Bonus--whumper whispers "relax" into their ear as a mercy, but whumpee can't, even though they're trying.

On that note, blackmail and photos of the act

If whumpee has never done it (anal) before, they're pretty much guaranteed to bleed, and depending on how harshly whumper fucked them, they may also puke.

It's also a very delicate thing. It's easy to make it hurt just by moving a tiny bit.

Adding punishments mid-act if whumpee refuses to scream/moan

Degrading positions, tying them up naked and leaving them there, forcing their body to warm up and using that to gaslight them

Whumpee having to use it as a bargaining chip to get food/bath/necessities

Especially if it happens multiple times: whumpee feeling like there's nothing left to lose. The glassy-eyed stare as whumper comes in to do it again.

If whumper wants to be gentle, he can use lube and go slowly. "I'll make it nice for you."

"So, are you going to behave this time?" Whumper taunts them, showing off a bag of tools. Whumpee keeps their eyes down. "...Where do you want me."

Defiant whumpee--"You're a twisted fuck, you know that?"

Gentler forms of punishment to make them sound like they're groaning in pleasure

"You like it, don't you..." "AH!--no" whumpee speaks through gritted teeth. "Please. Please--" "Please what? You want it harder?" *Makes it hurt*

Requiring whumpee to cooperate

(some of my favorite most awful tropes)

Content: whipping, punishment, noncon nudity, humiliation

Forcing them to put themselves in vulnerable positions--"lay on the table."

"You remember the punishment room? You get one more chance."

"open your palms." (Whumpee is lying on a table with their hands tied behind their back.) "Or else this whipping will break your fingers. It's up to you, really."

"I want you to count. Say 'thank you sir' after each one."

"Kneel." (Does whumpee thump to the ground immediately, desperately, do they slowly, begrudgingly do it with a glare, and get a slap for it?)

Forcing whumpee to ask to be punished

"Strip." Whumper orders. Whumpee stares at whumper's demand. "I said strip. Or I'll do it. And I won't be delicate."

"That's fifteen lashes. Turn around and face the wall."

“I bought you to enjoy you. But, that doesn’t mean I enjoy being cruel towards you.”

Whumpee’s chin was guided up by two gentle fingers, and his eyes met Whumper’s for only a moment.

“You’re a toy. Not a punching bag.”

"give me your hands, kid. i'm not going to hurt you, i promise."

...

"i need to tie you up, but i can do it gently or i can make it hurt. last chance, baby. hands."

ive been age regressing this whole time but as a precocious and unexpectedly cultured 12 year old boy with only adult friends so you couldnt tell. im very mature i even drink coffee and read at a college level. i don’t want to play with toys with you i’m listening to freeform jazz

Washing wounds hurts. Washing scrapes and scratches hurts. Rubbing over torn apart skin with a soapy sponge hurts. Cleaning out a pus-oozing infection hurts. A cold shower while having muscle cramps hurts. It all burns and throbs, pain radiating from each and every little opening. Open blisters on the feet light on fire as soapy water runs down off the legs—this almost impossible to stand comfortably and getting in or out of the tub creates a fall risk.

Burns sting like a nest of bees as water pummels the withering flesh. Injuries on the fingers make it hard to thoroughly wash the hair, even as blood, skin, and debris crumble away under the water. Turning your head just the wrong way can get water in your ears or nose or can encourage shampoo to run into the eyes. Plucking shirt fibers from sores with tweezers is a tedious and agitating exercise.

Perhaps even the unraveling towel catches on a loose stitch or staple. Perhaps Whumpee can't recognize themselves the first time they see their reflection in the mirror. Perhaps all Whumpee feels is the aftermath of all they've endured. Perhaps Whumpee has to do it all by themselves, including redressing their wounds.

Bathe your Whumpees, lovelies ✨