#worship whump

[sillyanchorcloud]

“Whumpee,” Whumper sneered, as they loomed over Whumpee’s shoulder.

“I don’t understand how foolish mortals are to pray to a higher being, who couldn’t care less about them.”

“Even the smallest bit of faith could make a difference,” Whumpee whispered, their hands trembling as they clutched their rosary.

“Faith! Don’t make me laugh, faith can’t save you—I was once just as naive as you, and you know what I got?”

They leaned forward, their lips kissing Whumpee’s ear. “Nothing. That is the cost of faith.”

[lumpywhump]

I've been into psych ward whump and like I REALLY wanna write something but I can't find anything of like detailed stuff for like a padded room for like a whumpee that is known to hurt themself and others and it really really wanna write this BUT I CANT FIND THE INFORMATION I NEED IM DYING I wish there was a writers website or something where you can enter a really detailed search and it'll give you really good and reliable sources I'm sobbing please just tell me what I need to know and I'll leave you along google and I'll apologize for leaving a dead rat at your door but pleaseeeeee just tell me what I need to know I'm begging youuuuu

[sengardet]

Assassin's Heart (Heart strain🪄🥵🫀 resus tease)

Rayne crept through the darkened house of her assassination job. The lean woman held a wicked short sword seeking to dip it in the heart of her target. She slipped through the bedroom door, her knife glinting in the moonlight.

The witch lay asleep, her chest softly rising and falling. Rayne crept closer, poised to strike, when the witch's eyes snapped open. The startled witch raised her hand and cast a spell. A blast of magic hit Rayne in the chest and startled her, but otherwise left her unharmed. The witch scrambled up against the headboard, hands outstretched as she rapidly chanted an incantation.

Tingling warmth flooded Rayne's body, concentrating between her legs. She gasped as sudden, intense desire overwhelmed her senses.

"A lust spell? Really?" Rayne laughed. "I'm going to make you my plaything until this pathetic spell wears off.”

The witch trembled, but there was nowhere to run. Rayne holstered her dagger and unfastened her trousers. Her eyes gleamed as she walked toward the unarmed blonde and seized a fistful of platinum hair, tugging the witch's soft pallid face against her aching sex.

Rayne exhaled as a hot tongue eagerly caressed her folds, lapping at her essence. "I hope you enjoy it, strange way to prolong your life, but at least it's working for a little..."

The witch moaned into her core, skilled mouth bringing Rayne to dizzying heights of bliss. Rayne rode her face hard, reveling in her complete dominance over the writhing woman. Her heart raced, pounding with passion she has never felt before. A combination of incredible lust and the eager worship of this pretty woman's tongue.

Rayne gazed down at the witch, overwhelmed by sudden, ravenous desire. Her training as an assassin faded in the face of unnatural arousal gripping her body still. This witch's magic was incredibly strong.

"Devilish little creature you are, but I'll at least remember you." the assassin said. She stripped off her own clothes in a frenzy and sliced open the witch's garments, each thrust of the blade causing the pale little woman to jolt and tremble.

The witch's milky flesh beckoned, and Rayne answered the call, thrusting her hips against the dainty woman while wrapping strong fingers around her throat.

The witch sucked in a ragged gasp. "Yes, my love," she said in a whisper, hazel eyes alight with sinful glee. "Take what you need."

"Did you cast the spell on me or yourself on accident?" Rayne said with a laugh.

Rayne's heart thundered in her chest, each beat slamming against her ribs with furious intensity. It seemed the effect was growing still.

The delicate flow of life pulsed beneath Rayne’s thumb and forefinger, those hazel eyes vacant and glassy as she kept the pressure on that pink little neck and pleased herself. However, the desperate need to dominate, to render the blonde sorceress helpless beneath her, overcame even the bloodlust urging Rayne to choke the life from her. With effort, she loosened her grip.

Nimble hands caressed Rayne's deep ebony skin, tracing reverent patterns over her back. The witch was enjoying this tug of power. Dimly, Rayne knew something was wrong, that magic must be ensnaring her mind and body. But rational thought dissolved in the fever of lust consuming her...

"I’m Hailey," the blonde witch breathed, her eyes burning with lust. "Please, let me serve you before I die, assassin."

Hailey moved behind her, her slender form a whisper against Rayne's back. With deliberate slowness, one hand expertly reached around Rayne’s waist, diving between her thighs, while the other pressed firmly against Rayne’s violently pounding heart.

Rayne gasped, her breath catching in her throat. Her heart seemed to thrash into Hailey’s delicate palm, each beat a thunderous drum that echoed through her entire being. Lust magic surged directly into her core like poison but she hadn’t the will to stop it.

Hailey’s fingers worked gently, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through Rayne’s body. The pale woman's soft red lips found the back of Rayne’s neck, trailing kisses down to her shoulders and spine, each touch igniting her skin like wildfire. Rayne’s breathing grew ragged; she was panting, out of breath, her chest heaving with the effort to keep up with the sensations overwhelming her.

Her heart palpably thrashed violently between desperate, libido-fueled beats, threatening to burst from her ribcage. Rayne’s mind swam, the lines between pain and pleasure blurring until they were indistinguishable. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, every fiber of her being screaming for release, yet held in agonizing suspense.

With a forceful shove, Hailey pushed Rayne onto her back. The assassin in a lustful haze as the witch straddled her hips. Rayne's body ached with a desperate, all-consuming need for release. She craved Hailey's touch more than her next breath.

Rayne shuddered as Hailey's lithe frame pressed against her, the witch's arousal leaving a slick trail on Rayne's quivering abdomen. Hailey ground her hips, teasing mercilessly.

Looking up into Hailey's deceptively innocent hazel eyes, Rayne felt her heart lurch in her chest, pounding furiously hard. It threatened to burst through her ribcage. Hailey smiled ominously, pleased at the effect she was having. She leaned down, capturing Rayne's full lips in a reverent kiss, her tongue plundering Rayne's mouth.

"Mmmm, your heart is magnificent," Hailey purred against Rayne's lips.

Hailey trailed kisses along Rayne's jaw and down her neck, nipping and sucking. Rayne gasped for air, head spinning from the onslaught of sensation.

"I want to see this mighty heart of yours," Hailey whispered, tracing a finger down Rayne's sternum and pressing down, her body jerking with its strained movement. "I'm going to cut you open and watch it beat just for me as I ride you."

Rayne's eyes went wide with shock and arousal, a whimper escaping her throat. The terror she felt did nothing but further stress her increasingly helpless life pounding painfully hard within her.

Rayne knew she had to change course the only way she could, to take charge. She grabbed Hailey's delicate body and got off the bed, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of Hailey's hips as she hoisted the startled witch up effortlessly.

With a swift movement, Rayne pressed Hailey against the cold wall. The impact sent a shiver down Hailey's spine, her breath catching in her throat as the shockwave traveled through her body.

Rayne's combat-toned body pressed against Hailey's slender frame, the assassin’s body flexing with controlled power. Rayne's heart pounded like a war drum, its relentless rhythm echoing through her chest and resonating within Hailey's own ribcage. Each vivid beat seemed to demand submission, imposing Rayne’s dominance and vigor with every thud.

Hailey's senses were flooded by the sensation of Rayne grinding into her, the assassin's powerful thighs parting her legs. The friction was intoxicating, the heat of Rayne's body seeping into Hailey’s pallid skin with every vivid heartbeat. Never had she expected the tables to turn so quickly. The assassin proving no more a slave to desire than the witch herself.

Hailey's legs instinctively wrapped around Rayne's rear end, squeezing needily. Her ankles locked behind Rayne's lower back, drawing their bodies even closer together. The witch's nails dug into the assassin's shoulders like prey clinging helplessly to a devourer, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she clung to the woman’s strong ebony form while being thoroughly taken and used for pleasure.

Soft lips peppered Rayne's face and neck with tender, worshipful kisses that sent jolts of rapture through her trembling libido-fueled flesh. Faster and harder Rayne's heart pounded as she grabbed the blonde's supple curves, squeezing possessively.

A fierce, consuming climax overtook Rayne's overstimulated body. Her slender midnight form arched and spasmed as wave after wave of intense pleasure wracked through her.

Hailey smirked triumphantly, sensing the orgasm's powerful contractions straining the assassin's pounding, overworked heart to its absolute limits. As the climactic sensations peaked, Hailey gasped in dark delight, feeling Rayne's heart seize and stop beating altogether, giving out mid-orgasm.

The sudden absence of Rayne's lifeforce sent a thrill through the blonde witch. Feeling the assassin's power and dominance abruptly ripped away, leaving only a still, empty vessel, was incredibly arousing.

Hailey knelt beside Rayne's limp body, her heart racing as she gazed upon the assassin’s deadly and magnificent figure.

Rayne's full lips parted slightly but no words emerged. Hailey's chest constricted, an ache blooming deep inside her. She needed Rayne—needed to feel the assassin's powerful hands around her throat once more, squeezing, dominating. Needed to submit herself fully to Rayne's indomitable will, and feel the threat of death push her to please.

Hailey positioned herself over Rayne's limp body, straddling the assassin's hips. She placed her pink palms on the dark skin of Rayne's bare chest and began compressions, strong and sensual. Each press of Hailey's hands sent a wave of arousal coursing through her own body.

How strange, to lust after this dying woman, Hailey thought. But there was something erotic about having Rayne's life in her hands, this powerful killer now weak and vulnerable beneath her. Hailey couldn't resist drinking in the sight of Rayne's sweat-glistened dark body, taut muscles gone slack, full breasts heaving with each breath Hailey forced into her lungs.

Hailey's own breath came hot and heavy as she continued the CPR, filling Rayne's chest before pumping down on her engorged heart. That strong, mighty heart, its beat faint under Hailey's touch. She imagined it pounding in the heat of combat, propelling this deadly woman through fight after fight... she remembered it battering her delicate chest in passionate sex. Now it struggled, and wetness pooled between Hailey's thighs at the thought of teasing its meaty chambers back to life.

(to be continued...)

[waywardsou2]

Just wanted to let y'all know that I have a wide range of blogs for all sorts of things. I haven't advertised them very well but if you are curious or interested in any of these other things I would love for you to check them out

@waywardsou1 - Supernatural (the tv show) blog

@waywardcryptidbeing - Alter human and Median stuff

@witchbtdaywitchbynight - Witchcraft and Norse Mythology blog

@waywardwritesstuff - My writing and poem blog (I do my main writing here that's just become a reblog blog now)

@waywardavatar - All things Avatar related (the blue people not the anime)

@made-by-marvel-prompts - A Marvel prompt challenge I ran in 2024 that will be running again in 2025

@anonuhinged - (not so anon anymore now that I'm telling you) a blog for all my unhinged shit. Viewer discretion is advised

@request-a-divider - My blog where I make banners, dividers and headers for blog posts

@xxwayward-whumpxx - Where all of my Whump goes (I do need to post more on there because I love whump)

@viktor-talis and @viktors-jayce-talis - My Jayce and Viktor from Arcane RP blogs. If any of those sound to your liking please consider checking me out

I have such an obsession with segregating my obsessions and honestly I wish I had kept them together but it's too late now lol

[useless-moss]

Another drabble? Another glimpse into a one-shot I may or may not finish? More likely than you think! (yes I'm testing what Tumblr will allow and yes if I finish this it'll be on ao3 I promise-)

Also. @evilwriter37

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Viggo silently examines the brunette for a few long moments, one hand cupping Hiccup's jaw to prevent him from moving or looking away. Though, with the way Hiccup's eyes are unfocused with one pupil blown wide, Viggo doesn't think he needs to worry that much.

“Can you even understand me?” The hunter asks, though he's not expecting an answer. Hiccup babbles something incoherent in response and slowly blinks, wincing as such a simple motion irritates the bruises forming on his face and the cut above his eyebrow. “I'll take that as a ‘no’ then.” Viggo muses, lowering Hiccup's head back down to the floor. Letting the younger man rest as he debated what to do next.

He certainly couldn't interrogate Hiccup. Wouldn't be able to get any information from the brunette while he's in this state. Hiccup probably didn't even know where he was. With a sigh, Viggo grabbed the younger man by his jaw once again and lightly shook Hiccup's head side to side.

“Nngh…” Hiccup grumbled something incoherent, wincing and weakly trying to pull away from Viggo's grip. He was unsuccessful, of course, and that only made the hunter smirk.

“Poor, helpless Hiccup. You can't even push me away, can you?” The question was rhetorical, not that Viggo cared about the answer regardless. He just let Hiccup's head drop back down to the floor with a small thump as he moved to trail his hand down the brunette's chest, making a mental note of Hiccup's heartbeat and breathing. “Not how I imagined this going, admittedly. Guess I should tell Ryker to go easy on you in the future.” Viggo mused as he toyed with the end of Hiccup's tunic, not missing the way the rider's breath hitched slightly.

“Hhh… Nnn…” Hiccup groaned, his lips moving but a coherent sentence miles away. Was he trying to say no? Maybe. It seemed plausible. Not that Viggo really cared. Instead, the man tilted his head slightly, lost in thought…

He couldn't interrogate Hiccup. But maybe he could… After a moment of hesitation, Viggo let his fingers slip beneath Hiccup's shirt, gently tracing the lean muscles and occasional scar. Admiring the brunette's body as he slowly slid Hiccup's tunic up to reveal more and more skin.

Yes. This seemed better. This was a good middle ground. He could still get some use out of the younger man this way. Fulfilling a fantasy he's had floating about his head for moons now was just a happy little coincidence.

“You're beautiful, my dear...” Viggo found himself whispering while rubbing his hands up and down Hiccup's torso. Caressing his sides before moving up to trace around the younger man's chest and lightly pinch his nipples. Hiccup groaned in response and weakly tried to bat Viggo's hands away. “Easy, easy… I'm not going to hurt you. You've been through enough pain for one night, after all…”

“Hnngh… T-th… St…” Hiccup stammered, eyebrows pinched together and bruised face scrunched up in what looked like confusion. Viggo just smirks slightly and leans forward, beginning to pepper kisses along Hiccup's torso. The young man whined a bit, but didn't really move much or try to push Viggo away. Though, to be honest, Viggo doubted Hiccup could even if he wanted to.

Regardless, the dragon hunter continued. Used this opportunity to thoroughly enjoy Hiccup's body. To map out every inch he could. Every dip and curve, every raised line, every sun-kissed beauty mark embedded within his skin. Even the bruises and fresher wounds. He'd gently kiss around those marks. Trying to avoid causing unnecessary pain as he undressed Hiccup piece by piece, folding up the softer articles to place beneath the rider's head. A sort of cushion between the hard wooden floor and Hiccup's already rattled skull.

“Do you like this, my dear?” Viggo asks, listening closely as the younger man's groans and grunts of confusion and discomfort slowly shift. As Hiccup's blood pumps and his body, battered and bruised as it is, reacts as though nothing is wrong. Much to Viggo's amusement. “You must. Already so hard for me…”

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

It's fucking October and thank you to all of the a03 writers who are making this month worth it!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[3-2-whump]

For your 100 follower request:

I could totally totally see Thomas making Khaled do one of these 🥺 poor guy!

♠ Making them lick clean someone’s boots/shoes

Or

♠ Forcing them to lick something off the floor

This goes out to you, friend

TW/CW: slave whump, pet whump, degradation, nudity

“You look so good down there, at my feet, where you belong”

Prompt List here

[gbee-writes]

Hero winced as Mentor pulled the bandages through his fingers. She stoutly ignored his quiet hiss. A part him wanted her to tell him it would be alright, that he was doing well, but that wouldn't happen.

He hadn't gotten any kind words since the start of intensive training and he never got them from Mentor. It just wasn't how she worked.

"You're sloppy with your forms." Mentor said shortly. "I shouldn't have to teach you basics at this point."

"Yes ma'am."

"Have you been practicing them? Or have you just been goofing off with the other trainees?"

Hero chewed his lip as she finished bandaging his hands. "I...I guess I've been slacking off. I just wanted a break."

Mentor let out an aggravated snort. Her cold eyes met his and shivers ran down his spine. "You can't afford to slack off. The agency picked you as their next star hero; if you keep neglecting your training they'll drop their sponsorship with you."

"I know, but-!"

"No! No buts Hero!" He flinched back from her. "You have a duty to the people now. Every lesson you choose to ignore is the possibility of someone's death."

"Yes ma'am...but-..." Mentor stopped him with a snarl. For a few moments there was only silence. "All I do is train now."

Mentor got to her feet and went over to the weapons rack. She selected a pole-staff. "Welcome to being a Hero. Nothing you do will ever be for yourself. Everything you are is for the people you need to protect. If you don't work towards this? You are nothing. If you aren't fighting a villain you'll be here training or speaking to the public to garner their love. That's what it is to be a hero."

The cold sterility of her expression when she turned to face him made Hero feel sick. "What if that's not what I want anymore? What if I don't want to be a hero?"

"You don't want anything anymore." Mentor tossed him his own staff. "You're just a tool. Now be a good one and train."

Masterlist

Edit: this is not a prompt, it's a snippet!

[goronska]

Follow the Shadow (choice #3)

You follow the priestess in a neat file, like paired up schoolchildren. "Hey" you whisper to your partner "What's her name?" "Opal" a smile blooms below his leather mask. "OPAL, MA'AM!" you raise your voice immidiately, when going up the staircase. "Yes?" you hear her voice from above. "Will we get a chance to participate in any rituals today?" you shoot out without thinking. "Oh, we have someone very eager today!" she claps her hands together "How wonderful!"

Your partner chuckles, but says nothing, and soon you emerge outside, by a scaffolded wall of the Main Temple dome. You don't remember how you got in its basements, but you have see the building many times, even once after it had been partially destroyed this January. The works are coming to an end, you can judge it more easily once you go around to the main entrance and look inside. White marble wall circling around a scene, with rows of seats like on a stadium. The roof has been finished again, with red, pink and milky white stained glass, encapsulating the top of the sphere, and letting in fantastic beams on color from the morning sun.

High Priestess Agat stands in her most ritual clothing on the stage surrounded by other girls, and you are all lead there by Opal.

"Dear candidates, it feels my heart with joy that more men, even if too unpure to be Ubisi's priests, want to join the ranks of the Temple Slaves and serve our goddess! Each of you has been assigned a mentor, with whom you shall be training your stamina and rites at the privacy of your new home and the little work out room you can use at your own discretion. There will be two such sessions a day, in the morning and in the afternoon, starting tomorrow." She looks around at all the confident faces you and other candidates are putting up, she seems satisfied. "This will be accompanied by one session of religious practices either after lunch or after dinner. If you finish the whole cycle of training, we keep the best of you in this Temple. Others will be dispersed to smaller cities to serve the Priestesses there. Let's hope you can all satisfy our Red Goddess!"

After that there are 1-on-1 introductions and you finally learn your mentor's name: Shadow. Everything is done in a laid-back atmosphere, almost like a gallery open night, because each of you is treated to a glass of the most exquisite Vermillious red wine, with its flowery aftertaste. Agat herself approaches you at one point. "II've heard you want to take part in a ritual today" she rather states, not asks. You feel an air of both amusement and disgust from her. Does she really thing men do not belong in this sacred building? Or does she hold a grudge to you personally? "Y-yes… I do, yes!" "Hmm.. have you seen the ritual during which the Temple got damaged?" "No, but I've heard about it! The Queen ordered a special Cleansing Ritual to one of the soldiers and…" "And I almost performed it" Shadow chimes in. "If not the disruption… we would perform it perfectly. Could you show our new candidate how?" The smile on Agat's face is done only with eyes, not her lips. It's creepy.

Shadows just shrugs his broad shoulders and asks for an appropriate table, adding a red leash to his collar of which he hands you the other end. "But… but isn't the Cleansing Ritual just some milk, fire, repenting…?" you are confused. "Well, not if somebody did something REALLY wrong. Now imagine I am a woman, all in red lingerie, red collar, red leash. Get me to that table."

You are more than baffled. Not least because you cannot imagine any woman looking at his sturdy body. But what also what sort of disturbance caused the Temple to partially collapse after a ritual like that? You approach the table, more like a block of stone, with your mentor on a leash. "Hint one, little one, I cannot walk more confidently than you do in this scenario." he says and lies on the table on his back. Bending his knees, he spreads his legs apart and puts his feet on the verge of the countertop for support. "OK, do your thing" he says with eyes fixed emotionlessly at the stained glass above. All the other eyes in the room are on you two. Unlike at school, you cannot say you are unprepared or await the best student from the first row to give you an answer quietly.

[queenofthequillandink]

@liketolaugh-writes Tag, you're it.

Clark does the social math quickly and doesn't see how them staying will do anything but escalate the situation. It's not like he can't just listen in on the whole thing anyway and have them back here in seconds if they need to interfere.

"We'll be in the area for a few days," he says through a tight smile as he stands. "In case we have any more questions."

"Feel free to reach out if you have any thoughts to share," Lois adds, standing and leaning over to hand Danny a business card. She does not hand one to Maddie, and from the narrowed eyes, the woman notices. "Or if you need any other kind of advice."

"Yes, thank you," Maddie says frostily. "I'm sure we'll do just fine. Why don't I show you the door?" Clark slips Danny another business card when she turns, in case the woman confiscates Lois'.

"Thank you for your time, Dr. Fenton," Clark says, because Ma and Pa raised him right. "Danny, it was wonderful to meet you. Feel better."

"Yeah," the teen says, eyes darting side to side, presumably looking for a way to flee before having this conversation with his mother.

That's the last thing Clark sees before Maddie practically shoves them out the door and shuts it quickly behind them.

Clark makes for the car, ears already tuned on the house, but Lois darts around the corner instead, hauling on his arm. "I don't care how fast you can get back here, we are not leaving him alone with that woman," she hisses. "Do you think you know enough to guess which bedroom is his? There's nowhere to hide out here."

"I can give it a shot." Clark shoots up, hopefully faster than any nosy neighbors can track, eyeing the second floor windows. A large bedroom, clearly the parents' by the bed. A bathroom, a study, a wildly pink bedroom. He won't judge, but it doesn't seem Danny's style.

Then, jackpot, a room decked floor to ceiling in NASA merch and teen boy mess. He remembers the kid going on and on about meteor showers and an observatory field trip and how cool it is that the Justice League has a base in space. The room is even on the back half of the building, convenient for sneaking in and out as a teenage hero and a nosy reporter.

He's back at Lois' side in a flash. "Got it." He leads her to the window and boosts her up easily, so no one has the chance to see anything super-related as she jimmies the lock. They're through in under a minute, Lois already cracking the door open so she can hear as Clark tunes back into the specifics of the conversation.

"-just don't know why you didn't mention anything sooner, honey," comes Maddie's voice. It's even, but her heartbeat is elevated and he can detect the tension in her tone that normal ears can't.

"I did," Danny snaps in reply, sounding like he's finally reaching the end of his temper. "I told you the third time you shot me that I wanted the front door guns gone and you gave me an hour-long lecture on ghost safety. I told you when the system shot me the fifteenth time that I wanted it on an automatic timer so it'd always be off when I got home from school, at least. You told me holes in the defenses were unacceptable. I told you the twenty eighth, fifty seventh, a hundred and third, and after I lost count, that they hurt, that the burns made it hard to do my chores and to focus on homework, that I got an infection once from one of the wounds. That was the fifty seventh time, if you were curious."

"...the third time I shot you?"

Lois' nails bite into the doorframe. Danny just sounds exasperated. "All that and that's what you gleaned from it? Alright, fine. The third time the house shot me with weapons you and Dad designed, you and Dad programmed, you and Dad installed, and you and Dad armed without telling me."

"Young man, I do not appreciate your tone. We're just trying to protect you from those abominations. I have no idea why the systems always lock onto you, but we're doing our best to figure it out."

Danny laughs, the grating, sharp edge of it making Clark cringe. "You have no idea? Really? No possible idea at all why I could be so ecto contaminated that the weapons can lock onto me? Mom, you make me clean the lab at least once a week and you two never make sure I have proper safety equipment. You and Dad practically live in your HAZMAT suits. Mine hasn't fit since the beginning of freshman year, right before the portal started working. And I know Jazz put it on the list of things you needed to order, but it never did get here did it? And neither did the industrial filters for the HVAC or the extra fridge so you'd stop putting samples in the kitchen. Do you know how many times I've had to shoot my own dinner?"

Lois has one hand clapped over her mouth in horror. Clark slowly opens and closes his fists, wishing anything in the general vicinity was strong enough to take one of his punches without disintegrating. This house is such a nightmare, it's shocking that the other child who lives here hasn't died. Danny's been careful not to mention a sibling outright, but Clark's made an educated guess from some of the anecdotes he's shared. And the pink room clearly belongs to a fellow teen. Though, hell, for all Clark knows, they have died or gotten sufficiently contaminated to get ghost powers.

"Sweetie." Maddie sounds every inch the exasperated parent. Clark can just picture her pinching the bridge of her nose. "Your father and I have made sure you know the rules of the lab perfectly well. We thought you were old enough and responsible enough that you didn't have to be babysat." Forget super strength, Lois looks like she's about to punch something hard enough to atomize it.

"Did you not just hear me-" Danny cuts himself off, voice shutting down into something painfully toneless. "Yes, Mom."

"We'll order you a larger suit and I expect you to wear it while you're in the lab."

"Okay." Danny doesn't sound like he believes her. Clark wonders how many times she's made similar promises.

"For now, we'll have to get back to work on calibrating the defense system, at least once we're done finalizing the Ecto-Incinerator schematics. We'll get it right, sweetie. It might take a few more tries, but you won't have to deal with this forever. And then you won't have to do this dissociating thing any more. Alright?"

"Uh huh. Can I go do my homework now?"

"Of course. I'll be in the lab if you need me."

Her voice is already getting further, walking away, so she probably doesn't hear Danny mutter, "Right, the lab I don't have any safety gear for doing a project I'm going to have to go down there and literally drag you away from to get any attention. Great." He sighs heavily and Clark can hear him run a hand through his hair. "Right, might as well actually get some homework done while I can."

His footsteps hit the stairs as Lois eases the door closed and they both back away. There's no way to seem casual in the teenager's room they've broken into, but Clark sits at the desk to make his height less imposing and Lois chooses to lean nonchalantly by the window.

Danny freezes comically when he opens his door, eyes darting from one to the other. Clark's never felt less like laughing.

"You can leave the door open if it makes you feel better," Lois says softly. "Or tell us to get out and we will, but Danny, I think we need to have a talk."

"Do we?" Danny's hand tightens on the knob. Clark can hear the metal protest. "Because from what I see, you came in here, got my mom all riled up, and bailed."

"I didn't want her to be more defensive with strangers around, but I can understand why that was frustrating-" Clark starts.

Danny snorts and rolls his eyes. "I'm not having this conversation without backup."

Lois holds up her hands placatingly. "Whatever makes you feel more comfortable."

Danny pulls out his phone, then pauses. "Am I telling them that it's a couple of out-of-town reporters or Superman and his... was the wife thing real?"

"It was. Lois Lane, star investigative journalist for the Daily Planet in Metropolis. He's Clark Kent, slightly less good investigative journalist for the same."

"Hey," says Clark mildly. He's not actually offended; he and Lois have been playfully duking for top spot for years now. Turning to Danny, he adds, "I assume these are people who know about your double life?"

"They've been there since the beginning. Accident and everything." Danny's eyes tighten at the corners. It's clearly not a pleasant memory, but most who got their powers by accident didn't have a kind experience.

"Then you might as well tell them. It will make things easier." Danny nods and starts typing.

"You said they were there for the 'accident,'" Lois pipes up. Danny's mouth flattens, but he nods. "Were they close enough that they might be in the contamination range prosecuted by this new law?"

Danny's fingers freeze and he slowly looks up. "Oh, you really don't know, do you?"

The tone sets every one of Clark's instincts on edge, reporter and hero both. He leans forward in his chair. "Know what?"

Hitting send and shoving his phone in his pocket, Danny shakes his head. "Nine percent isn't actually that much when you live in a town with as many fights as Amity Park. At least half the town has enough contamination to qualify. Most of the Casper High students for sure; my rogues like to pick fights while I'm at school."

Clark's jaw drops as he tries to unpack multiple parts of that at once. "I'm sorry, did you just say at least half the population can be detained under this law, most of the teenagers have repeatedly been exposed to a substance that the local experts wear constant HAZMAT suits to avoid touching, and most of your rogues know where you go to school?"

"Oh boy." Danny grins, showing off larger-than-normal canines and a sardonic type of humor that Clark's only seen from the most world-weary heroes. "Welcome to Amity Park. It's a nice place to live, at least if you're already dead."

Danny Fenton sends Superman a fan email in which he asks for advice. In it he says he is also a non-human hero (he is vague because being a ghost is illegal) Danny mentions that he is being raised by humans. His parents don't know about his activities or species and hate his kind.

Danny was mostly looking for advice on how to make people stop being scared of his non-human characteristics. But Clark really sees himself in this teenager's email. He knows he was lucky to get parents who loved him even as an alien, but he also recalls being young and scared that would change.

So they start regularly exchanging emails, and Superman becomes a kind of mentor even if Danny refuses to tell him anything about his identity.

[oliversrarebooks]

Chosen One Whump

You're exhausted, you're not recovered from your wounds, but you have to go and fight the latest threat anyway. You're the only one who can.

You disguise yourself, making yourself seem as small and ordinary and nonthreatening as possible, so that people don't recognize you, because the hero worship feels so uncomfortable.

Your sworn companions are the only ones who treat you remotely like a human, but even so, you can see the distance and fear in their eyes when you return to them soaked in blood.

You're used to hard travel, long days walking or riding, short nights sleeping in a bedroll on cold, damp ground, taking shifts to watch for threats.

The people in the city who take you for granted, laughing about how threats will never touch them, not with you to protect them.

Worse, the people who whisper behind your back about how you're not doing enough.

The smartest and most cunning of your companions has a plan in place to defeat you if you're ever corrupted into evil. You smile and nod, knowing it wouldn't work. You would crush all of them like ants under your boot. You suspect that your companion knows it, too.

The healing magic drains you, leaving you feeling like a hollow shell, but you have no choice but to use it. Healing your wounds the normal way would leave the city vulnerable for too long. You feel as if your body is barely stitched together by magic.

You must attend meetings and balls and diplomatic events, awkward in uncomfortable formal clothes. You're there as a weapon, as a threat, and everyone knows it.

Every two-bit villain and their lackeys wants to kill you. You can't go anywhere without the threat of assassins in the dark and poison in your food and drink.

You've nearly died so many times, and each time the threat of death is more of a relief. You don't want to think about what that means. If you die, everyone else will too.

Your sleep is full of nightmares of all the things you've seen and done. Even in sleep you can't get a respite from fighting.

vaguely inspired by FFXIV

[chevroletdean]

hi liane!! they are indeed very cute and kisses are my weakness fr🥺 so um how about feather light kisses with dean? also totally unrelated but you have the same name as my sister which is so very cool cause i’ve never met anyone w the name!!<3 (it’s such a pretty name)

feather-light kisses [55 + dean] ── ✮⋆˙

Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff To note/warnings: none, just toothrotting sweet kissy kisses Word count: 400 A/N: hiii!!! thanks for the request <3 and omg, tysm haha, i always feel like it's an old-fashioned name (i've met two or three elderly women named liane), but i've grown to like it. GREETINGS TO YOUR SISTER!

kisses askgame here 💋

Dean’s hands are always on her. That’s a set in stone rule.

His fingers always find a way to glue themselves onto her body somehow. Whether it be holding her hand, resting his on top of her thigh whenever he’s driving, etc.

His lips? Similar story, but so much more delicate.

It’s such a contrast — his rough, calloused hands feel good against her skin. They’re scarred, but protective and firm. Solid and strong.

Much unlike his kisses, which are so gentle, so soft, like an angel’s feather brushing her soul.

Even when the kiss is deep and passionate, there’s always something careful in his ministrations. As if he’s afraid to break her or stain her with his touch.

Dean loves kissing her.

To him that’s the equivalent of breathing. Her taste more essential than oxygen itself.

Feeling her mouth against his is as addictive as pecking her cheek, her temple, any and every inch of her body.

If he had to pick a favorite spot, he’d say it’s a tie between her nose and the corner of her mouth.

The first is the center of her pretty face and he’s obsessed with watching red warmth spread from the middle, across her cheeks, down her neck. She gets so flustered when he places light kisses on the tip of her nose.

As she does with the second option. Though he has to admit, he might like that one a bit more, because it never fails to make you smile. Like his kiss is able to pull that very corner upwards magically.

If possible, he’d do it 24/7, the same way he’s trying to with touching her.

He doesn’t need his mouth to speak or even smile or frown. The whole purpose of his lips, his tongue, his teeth are worshipping his girl.

It’s what he was made for.

Especially at night, in the sweetest limbo of pillow talk and falling asleep, his lips graze her forehead and he’s holding her close. It almost tickles, like her lashes do when they’re fluttering against her cheekbones, heavy and drowsy with fatigue.

Dean’s chaste pecks draw an invisible line across her hairline, like a halo. His warm breath weaves sweet dreams into her hair, whispering sweet nothings until she relaxes in his arms.

Dean Winchester Taglist (Put a green heart 💚 in the comments to be added to the Dean x Reader taglist): @ladysparkles78 @ariasong11 @winchester-whiskey @whormotional @spacecowgirl126

@zepskies @calibootsgirl @hot-and-confused @spookyfunhottub @berryblues46

@midnight--raine @emmy21842 @whichwitchwanda @foxyjwls007 @lyarr24

@whump-loverz @cassieriddle713 @ilovedeanwinchester4

[lokiusbang]

Lokius Reverse Bang 2024 masterlist

List of links to art and fics on tumblr and on Ao3 below the cut.

Thanks to all the artists, writers, beta readers and pinch hitters who took part in this event.

Art: Kokomo by @ghoulehhh

Team 1

Fic: Reach Out From The Outside fic by @loki-is-my-kink-awakening

21k. Rated E. Angst, getting together, mystery, rescue, happy ending.

AO3 link

Team 2

Art: Regency AU by @wolfpup026

Fic: Oh, What A Tangled Web We Weave by @lgwilt

46k. Rated M. Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, happy ending, porn with feelings.

AO3 link

Team 3

Art: Fitness Trainer AU by @wolfpup026

Fic: Beats Per Minute by @astrosxnthesis

16k. Rated M. Fitness AU, mutual pining, fluff, getting together.

AO3 link

Team 4

Art: Daggers @rin-love-is-green

Fic: The Daggers @mimisempai

6k. Rated G. Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, reunions, happy ending.

AO3 link

Team 5

Art: Lokius Pixie Hollow by @atimefeeler

Fic: Faith and Trust @scifikimmi

11k. Rated T. Pixie Hollow AU, forest fairy!Mobius, frost fairy!Loki.

AO3 link

Team 6

Art: Pet by @rin-love-is-green

Fic: A Break In The Routine by @in-my-loki-feels

6k. Rated E. Dom/sub, smut, praise kink.

AO3 link

Team 7

Art: Wish Upon A Star by @fauxvvounds

Fic: Wish Upon A Star @dreamycloud

11k. Rated T. Angst, fluff, pining, yearning, happy ending.

AO3 link

Team 8

Art: Snowy Forest by @adorbspotat

Fic: Desperate Measures @cha-melodius

5k. Rated T. Whump, love confessions, first kiss.

AO3 link

Team 9

Art: Dangerous by @peppermintkamz

Fic: We Die With The Dying; We Are Born With The Dead by @andthekitchensinkao3

5k. Rated M. Vampire AU.

AO3 link

Team 10

Art: Closer by @peppermintkamz

Fic: Closer by Rayya76

6k. Rated T. Hurt/comfort, sharing a bed, first kiss, getting together.

AO3 link

Team 11

Art: Aquarium Autumn by @idiotspade

Fic: The Aquarium Date by @waddlesthepenguin07

6k. Rated G. Fluff, humour, romance, friends to lovers.

AO3 link

Team 12

Art: Midnight Animal Crossing by @idiotspade

Fic: New Horizons by @impulsemuppet

11k. Rated G. Sleep deprivation, hurt/comfort, miscommunication, hobby acquisition.

AO3 link

Team 13

Art: Mobius Intervenes in Loki’s Fall by @fla-t-line

Fic: Rescue @rin-love-is-green

12k. Not rated. Hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, fix it.

AO3 link

Team 14

Art: Mr Tesseract x Avengers Loki by Alexie

Fic: More Than Your Broken Pieces by @in-my-loki-feels

19k. Rated T. Enemies to lovers, angst, happy ending.

AO3 link

Team 15

Art: Lokius Hanahaki by @natendo-art

Fic: He Loves Me (Not)? by @mirilyawrites

6k. Rated T. Hanahaki disease, angst, happy ending.

AO3 link

Team 16

Art: Let Me Show You by @natendo-art

Fic: Through My Eyes by @thosegayoldmen

11k. Rated E. Body worship, self-worth, porn with feelings.

AO3 link

Team 17

Art: Morning Coffee by @cristinadrawss

Fic: Love In Every Cup by @in-my-loki-feels

7k. Rated G. Feelings realisation, fluff, humour, coffee.

AO3 link

Team 18

Art: Challenge by @cristinadrawss

Fic: The Challenge by @andthekitchensinkao3

5k. Rated E. Porn with feelings, cunnilingus, puns.

AO3 link

Team 19

Art: How Could You Not Know by @upsidedownbronco

Fic: Mixed Signals by @kcscribbler

13k. Rated T. Idiots in love, emotional hurt/comfort, didn’t know they were dating.

AO3 link

Team 20

Art: Broken by @asoeiki

Fic: Would It Be A Sin? by @megglesthegeek

6k. Rated T. priest!Mobius, demon!Loki, blood, angst, happy ending.

AO3 link

Team 21

Art: The Wedding by @spacemonolith

Fic: Under A Green Arch by @loki-is-my-kink-awakening

5k. Rated G. Fluff, wedding, family.

AO3 link

Team 23

Art: Sakaar Arena by @okilokiwithpurpose

Fic: I Know I’m Stuck Here (But At Least I’m Here With You) by @illiasha

22k. Rated G. gladiator!Mobius, Sakaar, angst, hurt/comfort.

AO3 link

Team 24

Art: Reunion by @albatheowl

Fic: Please Try (Your Call) Again by @kcscribbler

29k. Rated T. Fix-it, angst, happy ending, reunions.

AO3 link

Team 25

Art: What If Sylvie Enchanted Loki? by @fla-t-line

Fic: Chasing After You by an_obsessed_cactus

22k. Rated T. Angst, mind control, hurt/comfort, first kiss.

AO3 link

Team 26

Art: Broken Pieces by @kusakichan15

Fic: Holsted On by MsLm_97

29k. Rated T. Major character death, mystery, ambiguous/open ending.

AO3 link

Team 27

Art: The Timeline of Lokius by @forevertrueblue

Fic: In A Sky Full Of Stars, I Think I See You by @silentxsymphony

8k. Rated T. Fluff, angst, fix-it, happy ending.

AO3 link

Team 28

Art: Missions In The West by @mischivarien

Fic: Tranquility, Oklahoma, 1859 by @scifikimmi

13k. Rated T. Wild west, sheriff!Mobius, outlaw!Loki.

AO3 link

[katyawriteswhump]

sleigh bells ring, I'm not listening! (steddie holiday drabble/bingo/whumpcember)

For @steddieholidaydrabbles day 5 prompt, Winter Sports; my first @steddiebingo fill, ‘Dustin Henderson,’ and @whumpcember day 21 prompt, ‘bruises.’ (It was originally day 5 prompt, concussion, but I ended up sparing the boys that for once!)

WC: 977; Rating T; CW: None; Tags: established steddie, mild whump hurt/comfort, fluff.  Maths terms provided by my partner. I have no idea what they mean and have doubtless misused them.

Summary: Steve loves all sports. Apart from winter sports. So, when he’s literally dragged from bed to go sledding with Dustin and Eddie, he’s surprised when it turns out rather magical…

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“Remind me why I agreed to this?” Steve trailed a sled along the snowy track. He glared hotly at Dustin, then pleadingly at Eddie, who trudged on his other side. “It’s too cold for anything other than fucking… sleep.”

Eddie smirked. He didn’t look as miserable as Steve, which was annoying. Dustin, meanwhile, was having none of it:

“Dudes! This is your once-in-a-lifetime embarkation on a voyage of mathematical curiosity. Today, we’re exploring chaos theory! Mandelbrot bifurcations! Feigenbaum constants! You’re never gonna paddle those icy waters alone.”

“You wanna stick a pin in that balloon-head?” Steve asked Eddie, “or should I?” 

Eddie laughed then sneezed dramatically. Steve stopped dead. “You know what? I love sports. Apart from winter sports. Skiing. Luge. Skating. All that shit. Hate it.”

“You worship at the altar of ice-hockey,” pointed out Eddie. 

“Whose side are you on?” Steve nearly yelled: I’m not being dragged into this by a pair of sport-hating geeks! Instead, he mumbled, pathetically, “Wanna go home.”

By now, they’d reached Hawkins’ top sledding slope. A smattering of kids zoomed down the super-compacted ice. Eddie regarded the scene with a misty smile, which shocked Steve out of his grouchiness.

“I’m in, Henderson.” Eddie’s smile evolved into a full-on-adorable, dimpled grin. “I got great memories of this spot—me, mom, and a big-ass tea-tray. Who needs a goddamn sled?”

“We do.” Dustin whipped out a stopwatch. “We’ve a shitload of interesting variables at play here. Let’s go.”

‘Science’ commenced. Dustin sledded first, then Steve, who gritted his teeth and endured. Eddie went last, screaming his way down the slope… 

“…like a little girl,” said Dustin to Steve, super-earnest. “A little girl who’s in need of hugs, Steve.”

“Bullshit on so many levels.” Steve pointed to a nearby grade-school sledder. “She isn’t screaming. And my boyfriend’s scream is totally metal.”

“Okay. Just, y’know…” Dustin mumbled behind his hand, as Eddie approached with the sled. “He needs more hugs.”

Steve wrinkled his nose. Huh?

After several more runs, Dustin leafed through his notebook. “Interesting data. Now, both of you—on the sled.”

Steve planted frozen fists on his hips: “No way. Not big enough.”

“It’s fine,” said Eddie. “Totally bigger than mom’s tea-tray.”

Steve silently surrendered yet again. Eddie treasured memories of his mom, who passed when he was young. This clearly meant a lot to him, as well as Dustin, so Steve took pole position to steer—as much as anyone could with a dumb rope. Eddie perched behind, wrapping his arms around Steve, notching his chin on Steve’s shoulder. It was super-cosy, and… yeah, super-nice. They didn’t usually get this close in public, plus they’d avoided showing affection in front of their friends lately because—

“Ready?” yelled Dustin.

Steve’s nerves jangled. Eddie yelled: “Hell, yeah! Steddin’ with the Devil!”

“3, 2, 1, GO!”

Heel-power propelled them off. Wind whooshed through Steve’s hair, while Eddie unleashed his most deafeningly ‘metal’ scream yet. It was a bumpy ride, but mega-fun. Steve found himself grinning madly, though fearing for his hearing, and then:

“Shiiiiit!” He spotted the rock way too late. On impact, the world flipped, and he was thrown from the sled, landing heavily on his side. He suppressed a whimper, because something else mattered way more:

“Eddie?”

His heart lurched to his throat, pounding madly even after he spotted Eddie lying in the snow. Steve scrambled up, limped gingerly over: “You okay?”

“Yeah. You?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie finished his snow-angel and sat up, shaking his hair like a wet dog: “Mom said it ain’t sledding till you crash.”

 “All good, gentlemen?” panted Dustin, skidding to join them.

“Apparently.” Steve dumped his bruised butt down next to Eddie.

“Great,” said Dustin. “Why aren’t you hugging?”

 “Uuuuuuh, should we be?”

“Yes!” shouted Dustin, and it all blurted out. Apparently, ‘science’ had a secondary agenda.  “You used to be all lovey-dovey smoochy! Lately, you’ve hardly touched. I figured if I got you squished on a sled, adrenaline rushing, old magic might rekindle?”

Steve merely gawked at Dustin, whose recent weirdness began to make sense. Eddie, meanwhile, threw his arms around Steve’s neck and spoke between bursts of crazy laughter: 

“The issue here, Dustin Henderson, is lack of Party communication. We stopped touching, because Max said we made her wanna hurl. Mike complained it was creepy! We’re still in love! I mean, when you thumped on our door today, we were totally fu… cuddling.” 

“Oh,” said Dustin, visibly brightening. Eddie resumed cackling into Steve’s shoulder. Steve took his cue to fling both arms around Eddie and burrow close for warmth.

Once back home, they got dry and toasty, gently kissing each other’s more visible bruises. Eventually Eddie, stretched out on the bed, noticed Steve’s slight limp. “You got another bruise to show me, Baby?”

Steve tugged down his pants, revealing a mottled rainbow-spectrum of colors spreading up his thigh and ass-cheek to his hip. He coyly arched a brow. “Honest to God, today was a blast and totally worth it… but, yeah, that spot requires serious kissing better.”

“Looks too sore even for kisses.” Eddie flung open his arms. “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t you dare be. It was my shitty steering.”

“C’mere. Right now.”

Steve obeyed, rolling back into the enthusiastic lovemaking that science and goddamn Henderson had interrupted. He bitched about his bruise, but only slightly—especially as Eddie lavished extra care on nearby areas, with lips and tongue, to distract him.

“Sledding again tomorrow?” suggested Eddie, much later, while they snuggled inside watching fresh snow falling.

“You are joking, right?”

“Don’t worry, Stevie. Your ass is safe… though maybe not from me.”

Eddie’s answer segued into a sweet, lingering kiss, which Steve returned enthusiastically. He’d learned important shit today about his two favorite people. Eddie loved sledding. And Dustin loved his friends loving each other. Steve still blindsided himself, breaking the kiss to whisper:

“Maybe more sledding next week?”

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tags: @wheneverfeasible 💚 My stranger things fic on AO3

[recom-week]

RETURN TO PANDORA MONTH!

Our tag is #Return to pandora / #returntopandora

This year, we will be running a casual avatar event during the whole of December! 1st to 31st.

We are giving you 30 prompts (gen, nsfw, and tropes), as well as 7 alternate prompts which are "Fan Clan" focused. Pick and mix as you please, use any of your own as well.

There are no set days for this month, prompts come in any order.

Main prompts:

Combat — Tsaheylu — Sick fic/art Memory — Punishment — Reverse AU Eywa — Shibari/Bondage — Gender Swap Flying — Body Worship — Crossover Revenge — First Time — Modern Earth AU Food — Human/Na'vi Pairing — Fix it Visit — Edging — Whump or H/C Gifts — Voyeurism — Enemies to Lovers Medicine — Sex Pollen — Soulmates AU Awakening — Jealousy — Actors AU

Fan clan prompts:

New Biomes Fan-Clan Lore New Lab Creations Mount Designs Different Na’vi Types New Animal Companions Humans (RDA or Others)

You can start creating now, but please save your work to post in December, when we will start reblogging submissions. The AO3 collection will open on the 1st of December.

You can submit any medium. All characters are welcome, including OCs. You can work exclusively on recombinants, or your own clans, or spend the entire month crafting speculative meta for Avatar 3. You could make a month long comic, or share a progress-journal of your efforts crafting a cosplay. If it spreads the avatar love, we'll have it!

Our goal is to keep the Avatar fandom alive and the A3 hype going!

If you have questions, please check the rules and FAQ, or send us an ask.

Rules | Twitter | AO3 Collection | FAQ

[whump-world]

noncon/nsfw whump prompts

whumper is obsessed with whumpee

a. "look at me, my love. look. at. me."

b. whumper fucking whumpee as punishment for 'asking for it' from someone else.

c. micro-managing clothes on whumpee. either whumpee looks exactly how whumper wants them to look like, or they wear nothing at all.

d. body worship. except whumpee is asleep. (taking pictures is also preferred).

spiteful whumper who wants to get back at caretaker

a. fucking whumpee in front of caretaker ofc. but my favorite is letting other (hopefully several) whumpers touch whumpee in front of caretaker.

b. for every mistake caretaker makes, whumpee spends one more night in whumper's bed. also manipulating whumpee enough to start hating caretaker.

c. caretaker loses a bet and whumper asks for whumpee, knowing caretaker loves whumpee. even more brutal if whumpee gets angry at caretaker.

d. record whumpee and make caretaker listen to it. exquisite if whumpee is actually screaming in pain.

whumpee conditioned to want whumper

a. begging for it just so they can have a proper meal and shower afterwards.

b. begging for it from a horrified caretaker oof.

c. whumpee becoming scared when whumper starts going rough for the first time.

d. whumpee getting jealous when whumper dotes on a different whumpee right in front of them.

whumper who loves nsfw punishment

a. counting. very common for a reason. counting how long they can wait, counting how many spanks, rounds. you name it.

b. making whumpee hypersensitive with no touch and sound and vision for weeks, only to break them down with sex.

c. playing mind games with whumpee!! each wrong answer makes whumpee's situation progressively worse!

d. sticking something inside whumpee and then punishing them when whumpee inevitably slips in public.