Let's call me Rayne for the sake of keeping the secret side blog a secret! I use they/them and xe/xem pronouns. I'm an oriented aroace (though the oriented part confuses even me sometimes, I'm at least sapphic, possibly pan with a sapphic lean).
This isn't exactly a kink blog (please don't send me sexual things), but more a place for me to explore certain interests that I can't really do elsewhere. Might feature NSFW on occasion (I have commonly said I am more interested in sex scientifically than personally), but those will be tagged as such.
Just for the sake of my comfort and how this blog is to explore side interests that can be sexual (even if they're not inherently), I'd strongly prefer minors DNI.
I'll probably write primarily with ocs, but I will dabble into fandom on occasion (the only one I feel comfortable and confident writing is Naruto, though probably more in an au version of events that's taken over my brain than canon lol)
Things I am very interested in:
😍 sickfics! (Love me a good sickfic, especially one with nausea/vomiting)
😍 omorashi/pee desperation (don't care which set of equipment is involved; just give me squirmy folks)
😍 general whump (there are some limits to this one, but in general, give me hurt characters and caregivers of all sorts)
😍 recovery whump (I just discovered this one recently, and I am in love)
Things I'm sorta interested in:
😳 diapers (NOT in an age play sort of way; more as an unconventional place to pee)
😳 watersports (not a fan of peeing all over someone in general, but lap wettings? Those I accept)
😳 degradation (only as a scene for rp purposes; gimme cozy aftercare once its done)
Things I'm NOT interested in:
😳 a-b-o/omegaverse (only when done in non transphobic ways; very few accomplish this, so if you have any recs, please send 'em my way!)
😳 nsfwhump/noncon (I'm more interested in the recovery aspect of this than graphic descriptions, but I do enjoy it in moderation)
😖 scat/messing/whatever it's commonly called (no offense to those who do enjoy it; it just grosses me out in the not fun way)
😖 ageplay/abdl (I've read some things involving it, and it just doesn't tickle my fancy)
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I can't stop thinking about sick character omo today. I love how fluffy and sweet it can be when they're being taken care of by another character. Some examples:
Helping them get up to pee.
Bringing them something to pee in when they don't feel strong enough to get out of bed but they can't hold it.
Character A comforting character B who peed the bed while they were sleeping.
A feverish character imagining a toilet in front of them but they're actually peeing their pants.
I especially love it when it's a normally stoic character who rarely (if ever) asks for help. They have to pretend they don't like being cared for but deep down they do.
imagine a character being hunted by a monster and they’re hiding and trying their best to stay quiet, but they really have to pee and they obviously can’t squirm around, that’ll make too much noise. they eventually can’t hold it and helplessly start peeing their pants, their pee hissing and splattering on the ground below them, probably alerting the monster of their location 🤭
when someone's wetting themselves in public but trying to make it so nobody notices except it's literally just. happening. they're trying to discreetly cross their legs while their jeans get darker. trying to keep themselves tuned into the conversation they're stuck in but the ache and relief is just too much. maybe they're trying to let it out slowly but it's just not working so they're either spurting uncontrollably or going full stream. either way. public accidents where someone is clearly trying not to acknowledge that it's happening
Charachter A desperately trying to hold their pee while charachter B is none the wiser. Imagining this person soooo desperate they feel ready to burst while their friend/lover hugs them and talks with them. While they’re desperately trying to appear normal and not like they are seconds away from pissing. Bonus points for secret peeing scenarios where Charachter A does start going but charachter B doesn’t notice because they’re in their own little world <333
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there's something about the thought of someone driving and so desperate to piss that they just have to do it there and then. no time to pull over, or no space. maybe if they're stuck in traffic they can awkwardly undress from the bottom half before realising that won't be any help at all and they're already leaking onto the seat. having to keep their eyes open and on the road in case they start moving, and when they do what might have been an almost measured flow just ends up spraying into the footwell and there's no way of stopping once they've started
“How many lashes are you willing to take to protect your friend, hmm?”
The prisoner lifts his hands to pull his shirt off, discarding it at his side and watching his captor admire his scars with interest. “How many do you think?”
whump setting with magic in it and the vulnerability and triggering possibilities of being healed after suffering a violent sexual assault. the mechanisms of healing magic have a lot to work with here - if specific knowledge of the injury is either required or just conveyed by the healer’s magic mapping the shape of the wounds in a way the healer can sense. maybe the specific type of healing requires touch, either on or near the injury. and there’s the thought of what if the healing isn’t just immediate, instantaneous. what if whumpee can feel it healing them, a sensation almost like something inside them, moving inside them. it’s necessary, they’re badly hurt, torn and bleeding after a brutal assault, and they agreed to this. but it’s still so, so hard. they can’t prevent themself from breaking down crying as the healer’s magic repairs the worst of the damage, their chest jolting fast and shallow and their body squirming reflexively, reminder so clearly and so much of that recent, awful invasion.
And it is fun! Because you are technically pissing in a building but not in a toilet, with little risk of being caught. And you don't need to clean up.
If I had abandoned buildings where I could go, I'd be so tempted to get there and play a scenario like I can't find a bathroom and have to piss on the floor, or on the wall, or down the ladder. And what if the building isn't completely empty? So I could wet things, imagining it's my last resort and I don't want to make a visible puddle on the floor.
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"everyone is paying super close attention to everyone else all the time" actualy statistical error. hypervigilance georg, who enters fight or flight when someone starts breathing differently, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
#this one's for the people who hear 'people aren't paying that close attention to you! I mean do YOU pay that close of attention to them?'#and go: unfortunately yeah!!!!!!!#you are georg hope this helps. love u#hang in there one day u will be able to pay less attention all the time
athlete whumpee used to be at a sports club where every mistake was met with an assault. when they move to a new team, they either don't realise that that's not normal, or they just can't shake the feeling that it's going to be the same at the new place too.
so when coach calls whumpee into their office or something to reprimand them for bad behaviour or a mistake that whumpee has genuinely made, whumpee is terrified. they freeze, flinch, maybe even position themself for what they think is about to happen, then get confused when coach is completely baffled by what's going on.
it takes a while for coach to get through to whumpee, and by the time they do all their anger and criticism is gone. they're just concerned.
"whumpee, what did you think i was going to do to you?"
when whumpee is gone, coach does some serious digging into all the information they can find on whumpee's old coach (whumper), and they do not like the dots they're starting to connect.
athlete whumpee my best and favourite thing athlete whumpee!!! god i love athlete whumpees. there's so much about them that just really hit the spot.
and THIS, damn, yeah. this really really hits. it's about the conditioning of it. the normalization. the expectation. the leveraging of power - the power of being a coach, the social power of being a respected authority figure. the way it's driven into athletes that you bend to that power, that you fall in line.
this got... long. more thoughts on this under the cut :)
and too the way it's framed as a punishment. as correction for mistakes, for fuck-ups. whumpee fucks up, they get fucked. it's as easy as that. cause and effect, it's their own fault. if they keep having to be taught this lesson it means they're not learning that lesson. it's on them.
and then their new team. and they're still messing up. they're still fucking up, but they just. they fuck up and they don't get fucked this time. it feels wrong. it feels impossible.
ough and just. "whumpee, what did you think i was going to do to you?" that's one of the best lines in whump. one of THEEEE best. i love that moment. the connecting pieces of it - this person was obviously hurt, was obviously expecting something. something bad. 'they thought i was going to do that bad thing to them.' and they just... they know. they think they know what this person, this hurt person, was expecting to happen. but they still have to ask, they have to confirm.
and the wide, scared eyes of whumpee as they explain. or as they don't explain. as they don't, won't, can't answer. the thought of it taking a while to get through to them. the time where they're still afraid, still sure they're about to be assaulted, abused.
also what follows - the way this coach now knows they have such an immense mountain to climb in front of them. because now they know this player, one of their players, was systematically assaulted, and their abuser was the person who held that same role that the new coach now holds. they're starting off so far behind the start line. they have so much ground to make up, earning whumpee's trust, but they're willing to do the work. no matter how hard it is, they're going to do it. because whumpee deserves to have a coach they can trust, and know they can trust.
They've been with Caretaker for a few months. They're better. They can sleep in their own bed and they can adequately cook meals and go to the store. They can be home alone. They can be alone with their thoughts. They're ok now.
And although Caretaker says they can stay as long as they need, they cannot stand the idea of being indebted to Caretaker any longer than they have to, and now that they are better they go off to live alone.
They're good now. So it's okay.
Until the sun sets and that first night alone hits them.
Domestic whump where whumpee was never technically forced down, they were hurt into submission, but coerced, whittled down like a stone in water. They feel wrong to call it what it is- rape- because to do so feels as if they’re cheapening the experience of people who have ‘actually’ suffered.
that's one of my favourite iterations of whump that features sexual violence - where it doesn't take the violent, brutal attack model that most people tend to think of when they hear rape. they weren't blitzed in an alley, they weren't thrown down and attacked by a partner in a drunken rage. they were whined at and pleaded with and worn down and threatened (not directly but by implication, by memory, by fading bruises on their body and knowing what happens when they make this person angry, when they tell them no, for things that they want way less than this.). they were degraded and dehumanized and just... not asked. taken from.
it was in the context of their relationship, their friendship, their existing intimacy with this person. they slept in the same bed, what did it matter if sometimes they woke up with whumper's hand between their legs, if whumper just started touching them and followed when they tried to shift away, pulled their hips back into alignment when they tried to roll over, hushed them when they made uncomfortable noises or cried... well. what does that matter? what does any of this matter?
they're hanging out with a friend one day. someone they're close to, someone they trust. and their friend reaches for them - to hug them, to pat their shoulder, something innocuous, something they've done a thousand times. and whumpee flinches and bites off a sharp breath before it can become a sound. and their friend... stops. immediately. looks concerned, and attentive, and stops. and whumpee shatters.
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Person A tries the "hand in water" trick on person B and is pleasantly surprised when they hear a faint hissing noise as soon as B's fingers touch the water. B's pajamas begin to soak with a rush of warm piss, the stream so heavy that they are laying in a puddle within seconds. When B wakes up, they are furious with A and blaming them for their accident, but it's clear they would have wet the bed anyways with how quickly their bladder gave in to a mild tease.
Maybe B still feels like they need to pee when they are stripping the sheets, but they don't want to prove A's point by running to the bathroom... So they try to slowly let go the rest of their pee, thinking A won't notice because their pants are already drenched... But A definitely sees how their damp crotch begins to glisten and subtly drip again.
