basementfromyourdreams:

Kissing in Whump

I am ✨obsessed✨ with noncon kissing. You don’t understand how bad that sets my stomach flipping with whumperflies.

• Whumper twisting whumpee’s hair and pulling to tilt their head back, slipping their tongue between lips that part with a little gasp of pain
• Whumpee who knows it’s coming and clamps their lips shut, only to have whumper choke them with one hand and pinch their nose with the other, waiting for them to pass out or open their lips
• Whumpee who participates despite being nauseated, kissing whumper in exchange for a vital need like water or antibiotics
• Whumpee gagged with a rag or a bit, lips and teeth perfectly parted, practically inviting whumper in
• Whumpee with a broken mind, kissing whumper in a flashback, thinking their abuser is their lover from before captivity
• Whumpee kissing whumper in front of other whumpers, hoping to please the crowd and be spared the pain of a group beating
• Whumpee and whumper’s first kiss. How whumpee recoils in disgust, how their stomach drops to the floor when it hits them what’s happening, how things will never be the same
• When whumper is whumpee’s first kiss ever. How the experience is corrupted and dirty, and they wonder if they’ll ever be able to kiss anyone without feeling the same fear and dread
• A whumpee that’s given up. They just move their lips numbly, halfheartedly trying to keep up. They’ll never escape, no point in fighting, just give whumper the pleasure and spare themselves the pain.

There’s so much you can do with kissing, so much symbolism and manipulation and dehumanizing. It’s not just a prelude to noncon, it is it’s own significant violation. Kissing in whump just elevates a scene to bliss.

Happy whumping 🖤🌹