Whump Prompts - Coffee

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[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."

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"Let me help you clean up."

"Do you feel alright? Do you need me to get you anything?"

"Is there anything you want?"

“Tell me what hurts.”

“Should I get you some water, painkillers or something?”

“Don’t push yourself any harder.”

“You did perfectly—you can rest now, okay?”

“Let’s rest for now. We can worry about everything else later, okay?”

"Don't worry, I've got you."

"Let me take care of you."

"Do you need help walking?"

"I'm sorry if I got carried away."

"Can you stand?"

"I'll get you something for the pain, alright?"

"I can get a bath ready for you if you want."

"You can take a nap. I'll take care of everything else."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll take care of you, I promise."

"I'm here if you need anything."

"I got you something for the pain."

"Do you want me to hold you?"

"Shh, shh. There's no need to cry-I'm right here."

"Tell me what you need."

"I'll make you something to eat-your favorite."

"Can we just cuddle for a while?"

"Do you want a massage?"

"I'll make you your favorite tea."

"How about we order takeout?"

"I'll get you a pillow and a warm blanket, okay?"

"I'm so proud of you, you did amazing."

"You can calm down, I'm not going anywhere."

"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"

"Relax. Let me take care of you."

"We can stay like this if you want."

"Let's get you tucked in."

Whumpee being manhandled into restraints:

Shoved up against a wall and handcuffed.

Pinned to the floor and handcuffed.

Fighting for each limb as they’re forced down on a table, slowly secured by leather restraints.

Overwhelmed by multiple Whumpers, each one working to subdue them.

Yanked back by their hair so a collar or rope can easily be fitted around their throat.

Pinned while in combat (double points for being caged against a wall or trapped in a chokehold)

Improvised restraints like belts, sheets, or clothing when Whumpee won’t be still enough to retrieve proper ones.

Manhandled in a hospital bed, held down for the duration of a procedure.

Injected with a chemical restraint, a sedative or numbing agent that quickly bleeds the fight out of them.

Struggling as a muzzle is wrestled over their head and secured.

A blow to the head that knocks Whumpee out or makes them too dizzy to fight anyone off.

Content: Drugs, recovery, medical whump.

You know what I love? Caretakers trying to give Whumpee the illusion of having a choice despite the both of them knowing they don't.

Asking Whumpee if they'd like Caretaker to step outside or sit with them while they take a bath. The answer has to be the latter - Whumpee is far too weak to be trusted alone in a tub full of water - but neither of them acknowledge that.

Letting them pick the specialist they see to distract them from the fact that they have to see someone.

Offering to help them get dressed or leave the room, but Whumpee is too weak to get dressed on their own.

They've gotta get a procedure done, but they can choose whether they want to be awake for it or not.

Offering to either feed Whumpee or let them do it themselves, knowing full well that the former is the only option.

They've gotta be put on drugs, but Caretaker lets them pick between injections or a pill.

Giving them the choice between several different bedrooms to distract them from the fact that they have to sleep alone.

Just. trying so hard to help them feel like they're in control of their situation, even though they're really not...

Quiet as a Mouse

"Please, please, Whumper!" Whumpee scrambled back, wood scraping their bleeding hands as they tried to get away from the awful contraption Whumper held. Tears stained their cheeks and their back hit the wall. They stared up at Whumper as they crouched down to gently collect the tears on their thumb.

"Whumpee, you don't understand. I'm not doing this as a punishment, I'm doing this to help you." They cupped Whumpee's cheek in their hand and kissed their forehead. "The people at the house we're going to like silent pets. They won't stand for any talking or whining like you're used to here."

"I- I can be quiet," Whumpee pleaded. "You won't even know I'm there." They grasped Whumper's wrist in an effort to keep the muzzle away from their face.

"Shhh, pet, I know you can be, but they don't. I promise I'll take it off as soon as we leave, okay?" Whumpee shook their head and pressed back against the wall. They hated being muzzled and it wasn't a new thing. Whumper tsked and grabbed their wrists with one hand, pulling them into their lap and pinning their arms to their side.

"Whumper, please! I'll be good! I'll mmph!" The leather bit slipped between their teeth and the straps tightened around their head, cutting off their words. They shook their head and whined, tears soaking into the leather.

"I really am sorry," soother Whumper. They grabbed a collar from behind them and fastened it around Whumpee's neck, clipping a leash to it. They stood and gently helped Whumpee to their feet, putting an arm around their shoulders to help them walk. "Come on, darling. The sooner we leave, the sooner you'll get those off."

✙𓈒 angelboything ❞

a gender connected to being an angelboy and a thing.

dividers by @/iv-ry

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]

SERAITY．   ➷

pt: seraity. end pt.

⚘   ⌣   definition．

 a species term for angel / god hybrids; this may mean someone who is an angel who's also a god, a god who's also an angel, an angelic god, godly angel, etc. for @rabidbatboy's cointober prompts.

pt: definition, a species term for angel/god hybrids; this may mean someone who is an angel who's also a god, a god who's also an angel, an angelic god, godly angel, etcetera. for @/rabidbatboy's cointober prompts(link). end pt.

COINER．  voice of the egocentric．  ➷

⚘   ⌣   seraphim + deity．

TAGS．  @radiomogai @specieschive @eldrorian @alterhumanflags @sevvys @angeltism @jigumis @zoeynovie @eeriecute．  ➷

"Look at you, getting all excited before I've even started."

Whumpee whimpered, resisting the urge to close their legs as Whumper chained them to their bed. It wasn't worth it. Not if they were going to be forced back open anyway.

"Sir..."

"Hush," their master murmured, pressing a few open-mouthed kisses along Whumpee's neck as they palmed them through the fabric of their underwear. "Fighting will only make it hurt more, my dear. You know that."

Forcing a tall sub to their knees and making fun of them for how small they are now