#forcibly stripped

[rizzoto-whump]

@badthingshappenbingo​ - Forcibly Stripped

@whumptember​ day 9 - “I don’t want to do this anymore.“

(And this prompt by: @dainluvr​ )

TW: Nsfwhump, bruises, fade to black noncon, noncon touch, creepy and multiple whumpers

Their laughter grew louder when they realized who was coming.

"Is that, Colonel Zhang? Colonel James Zhang? Our commander?" And a bunch of drunken Captains enticed him to join them. Then proceed to give touches where they didn't need to be.

The clothes felt so skimpy and James was moving uncomfortably, he tried to keep the hand away, but another hand was about to land. Pinching, squeezing and slapping.

"I didn't know your body was this sexy, sweetie. Smile for us!"

"Colonel! Your ass is so thicc, yeah!"

"Are you tight?"

The Colonel's ears were burning hot, an irritated James pounded the table with a tray. "I don't want to do this anymore!"

He thought his voice was bold and loud, but all that came out was just a weak voice that was on the verge of crying. They laughed again, one of them giving a stupid idea.

"Let's strip him."

Ah! Of course James lost against 5 people who continued to grope and pull his clothes until they looked torn. There was no more cloth over him now, and the savage glances were really disgusting. The crying was unbearable anymore, James tried to cover his naked body.

Someone pressed him from behind while biting James' neck. Something warm sensed in his ass. "Can we use him, Ron?"

The half-drunk Ronald nodded in agreement. "But you have to pay."

#whump #whump prompt #nsfwhump #noncon tw #whump art #bad things happen bingo #forcibly stripped #whumptember2022 #I don't want to do this anymore #noncon touch #multiple whumpers #creepy whumper #whumpee #bruises #whump OC

[talesofmetalandmagic]

BadThingsHappenBingo – Episode I

@badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: League of Legends (Shurima)

Characters: Emperor Omah Azir, Xerath (+ extras)

Prompt: forcibly stripped

Synopsis: Azir is kidnapped and taken to the same sandstone cave where Xerath’s father was killed during his servitude. Xerath makes it clear once and for all that Azir isn’t worthy of being called a god by removing the visual symbol of his power: his golden armor. 

Take that helmet of his, thief girl, and run as fast as you can. When I'm done with him… there will be nothing left but that. Azir clings to the last words he's heard as if to a raft. He feels like he's truly submerged in the stormy sea – he can't see anything, with that fucking hood on his head – and at every curve of the dunes he walks on he sinks on a breakwater higher than the others. Up and down, without respite. If Xerath hadn't sealed his beak he would have vomited all over himself three days ago. The changing temperature is the only way to recognize the passage of time. During the day the sun weighs on him like a leaden cloak, and he has so much sweat on his feathers that when he ruffles it off he finds even more sweat on him just from the gesture. At night a chill falls to lose his mind, and Azir is almost grateful to have to walk again, and again, and again: the constant movement helps to keep warm. Perhaps this is the punishment Xerath has in mind. Dragging him in a procession of shame around his native territory, turning his golden armor into a humiliating cilice. No way, though. He is Omah Azir, emperor by right of that same land on which he sheds blood and sweat, and Shurima itself will take her revenge as soon as he's free from that torc. May he torment him, subjugate him, have fun playing tyrant: he shall have the last word, and he'll wear that armor with the pride of his house. The days of sweat pass, and so do the nights of trembling: and finally, while Azir's bleeding paws settle on a stony and dusty ground, two hands tear the hood from his head and a sun knife burns his eyes up to the nape of his neck .

Sivir isn't there, is the first thought that crosses his mind. She must have escaped, yes. Any alternative would hurt too much, and it is not possible that his descendant is naive. May Xerath face him: he's an adversary on his level. The same man holding his hood in his hand, a burly middle-aged fellow with ashen-white eyes, rips the clamps from his beak. Azir stands firm, he will not moan in pain for that worm Xerath. He won't admit that he would give anything for a glass of water, a bite of banana and honey, just to be able to sit down. That beautiful Ascended body is not born for humiliation. And Xerath is there, lifted into the air like a comet, the chains on his formless body quivering like endless lightning. He's so close that if he were untied he could slap him. -How are you feeling, Imperial Majesty?- He seems to taste the contempt dripping from her lipless face. He can't even hate him on the same level, not Xerath: he's made up his mind that he's in charge, that he's in a position of superiority over him. Azir would spit on his face if they were on the same level. "Fine," he replies. -Better than you will be when I reach you.- -Talk, always talk. I'd shut your mouth again if it weren't more right to teach you to shut up.- -You can't silence an emperor.- Xerath throbs, the chains tremble. He can't figure out what he's thinking, without a face to look at. Xerath had beautiful eyes once. They were so black, from pupil to iris, that they seemed to be getting bigger all the time. -I'll think about it when I have an emperor in front of me. Now take off his armor. Show me the feathers.- The hand of the man with the ashen eyes moves towards the buckles of his breastplate. Azir snaps: he reaches him under the chin, with both fists, and the bones of his chin crumble under the skin against his knuckles. The man falls on his back, stiff as a boulder. A pool of blood slides down his chin, and his white eyes remain open, empty, without light. -Don't touch me!- Azir widens his eyes, bares his teeth under his beak. They're all going to end up like that: may they try, may they try to despoil the Emperor of the Sands. -No one dare touch me!- Two other men grab his arms, tug at his cloak and the flaps of feathers at his wrists. Hands go up against his legs, squeeze his thighs until they tear the skin. They don't see me, they don't realize. Azir pecks the neck of the man to his right, but his hands are gripping the fabric. He feels the grip of the cloak loosening, the armor lightning. -LET ME GO!- Two slender hands cling to her wrist, tight like the coils of a snake: then a clink resounds against the sand, and a young woman with short hair kicks her gold cuff, making it disappear in the sand. Azir lunges, claws without seeing them, pecks left and right. -I will have you all crucified, leave me!- -Oh, Azir. You still don't get it.- Xerath towers over him like an obelisk, his eyes of light curling into a smile of pure joy. -You lost.- A moment later lightning strikes: Azir has time to close his eyes before squealing.

When Azir opens his eyes, his mouth full of bile, he is floating somewhere above the men of Xerath, a foot away from the scorching sun. He opens his beak to breathe: pain pops in his ribs, neck, up and down his arms and legs. Let me go: he moves his lips, but his voice does not come out; his throat burns as if he's been screaming for a whole day. He coughs, blinks, turns his head this way and that as if he were hooded again. Ten, twenty, a hundred hands hold him up as if to carry it in triumph. His dewclaws are swollen with flesh, a drop of blood runs down his neck. He cannot see him anymore: but he's watching him, he knows it, he wants it. A gust of wind caresses Azir's face and chest, moving the feathers. The feathers… no, no. The hands that hold him slip away from under his back: Azir tenses in anticipation of the blow. His back scrapes against the sand, his head tilts back. When he touches his forehead she realizes that one wrist is bare and one cuff is undone. -How dare you…- The sand seems to slip away from under him. He gets on all fours, pulls himself to his feet without resting his knees on the ground. When he stands, claws planted so as not to fall again – an emperor on his knees, that would be all that's missing – he sees the men who dared to touch him, a perfect circle on all sides, some bleeding from their bellies, some from their limbs, a woman even from the mouth. Only the first to touch him, the one with the white eyes, lies motionless in the pool of his blood. Azir, as bad as it is, draws relief. I can still fight. Then the two before him move away from each other, and Azir sees behind them the heap of gold beside Xerath, and on its top the spread wings of his breastplate. And under the shin guards and leg loops, two hanging rags that had once been his cloak. To preserve him from nudity remain the purple under-tunic, now smeared with a disgusting paste of sweat and damp sand, and the only cuff. Azir clenches the fist he's attached to. He will fight to the last jewel, and if he loses it will be a hard-earned defeat. If they didn't have that traitor's magic on their side, he would have killed them all already, and without breaking a sweat. -I am Emperor Omah Azir, and I will fight to the last for my dignity.- -You will give that to me instead, Azir. Even that. You no longer deserve any jewels.- The wretches step aside as Xerath passes, as if he were already the emperor. Come come. You will see what awaits you. Xerath is all armor, but there is a core in the middle of the chains. He's not as smart as he thinks if he's got a weak point left. Azir hides the cuff behind his back and raises his bare hand into a dry punch. And something clicks inside Xerath.

The light burns like fire against Azir's face. He sees sky, sand, sky and sand again; and even the sand burns, scrapes against the flesh like the sharpest of knives, while he rolls against the dune and lies back with his face immersed in the dust. Get up. You can fight. Pull yourself up. The sun beats down on the feathers, but Azir feels chilled. Xerath is upon him, his chains creak, the energy where his heart used to be keeps popping in that same way. It can not be. Get up, pusillanimous wretch. Azir raises his feathered head, shakes the dust from his feathers and eyes, rubs his face with his hands – two bare hands, feathers and feathers and nothing else. It's over. The white-eyed men and women arrive shortly after, like a swarm of ants. Two of them take his limp hands like rags and lock them behind his back with heavy iron handcuffs. Others gird his ankles with a chain an arm's length, to the end of which is attached a stone the size of a watermelon. Azir drags himself into a sitting position and yanks, to the last drop. He can only tilt his head and see the tear in the undertunic, from which a few feathers dangle. My armour. He had never looked at his body without it. He looks like a hawk, but he doesn't feel like a bird of prey: he's thin, small, ragged. Wrong. -Xerath, you..- -Shh, shh. Let me look at you… - It almost seems to him that those engraved eyes widen, joyful, scrutinizing his sanded and tattered feathers as if there was nothing more beautiful in the world. -Humiliated, dirty, clad in rags. I could make statue of this, to look at you for eternity.- -That armor belongs to me.- he hates how the sand runs through his feathers, rough as a curry comb. He feels like scratching himself, but he'll hold back. He's not a flea-ridden mutt, he's an emperor. -That body doesn't even belong to you. But we've only just begun, Azir. You will have to suffer much more than a striptease in the sunlight.- Azir drags himself to his feet again. He broke a spur nail, leaning his foot on it hurts, his right arm pulls the cuff against him, and the sprout of a lump is growing at the back of his neck, but he stands upright like a worthy Emperor of Shurima and looks up at that shapeless face with all the hatred of his nakedness. -You will pay for it, Xerath. Look me in the face. I am the glory of Shurima, don't mess with me. You will pay dearly.- -I've been paying all my life, Azir. Now stop.- Xerath glows like a nova, but Azir doesn't look away. This is the last time he humiliates him like this.

#lol #league of legends #shurima #azir #omah azir #emperor azir #xerath #whump #bad things bingo #forcibly stripped #azir's new groove #azir says it's the last time but he's wrooooong #oh azir being wrong #must be a day that ends in y

[candaru]

no no. you don't get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can't walk is because that's the only way they'll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they'll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to overexert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest.

I'm doing this for their own good.

#angst #whump #writeblr #hurt/comfort #does anybody hear me. hello #it's about forcibly stripping a character of the pride that keeps them from letting themselves be human

[aceofwhump]

The Sandman - 1x01

#the sandman #the sandman spoilers #1x01 #sandmanedit #dream of the endless #tom sturridge #my gifs #mod post #magic #captive #weak #on the ground #stripped #forcibly stripped #whumpedit

[charles-leclerc-official]

I am in tears LEWIS???!!!!! Sir????

Source

#I know they had to forcibly restrain Charles from stripping too #formula 1 #f1 #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #oscar piastri

[sarcastic-clapping]

already seeing people who clearly don’t understand that a lot of us who are upset about what happened to marwa in this episode aren’t upset about the characters’ in-universe morality but the real life misogyny and racism in the way that this plot was handled lol

#seeing some very smooth brained takes here #’what so you’re mad that the vampire serial killer is a bad guy that made his serial killer familiar sad??? 🙄’ #nope! #i’m mad the writers stripped a female character of color of all her agency to make her subservient to a man #who she presumably (and canonically as freddie) continued to have sex with #despite the very very yucky implications about her ability to consent #only for him to forcibly remove everything about her that makes her an individual with her own thoughts and feelings #transforming her from a woman of color into a white british man #feel free to laugh if you want humor is subjective #it just makes me deeply uncomfortable! #wwdits spoilers #wwdits #anyway it’s ok to be critical of media you like guys #i love wwdits but imo they fucked up on this plot. it was a miss for me. #EDIT: shout out to this post for helping me curate my experience on this site by acting as a fly trap for assholes to block

[thecoolertails]

sega has no idea that sonic the hedgehog is about colonization

#a foreign entity arrives strips the land of natural resources treats local life AS a natural resource abducting members and forcibly #assimilating them while attempting to pave over the existing society with his own #also thinking about sa1 where human society is built next to abandoned ruins of 'mobian' ones meanwhile we don't see populated mobian #society in this universe until. what? forces? #and by that point they'd already changed around the lore so much it might as well be a different incarnation #also the entire plot of sonic colors #also the black arms from shadow the hedgehog #also satam #my posts #sonic the hedgehog

[officiallralsei]

you've mentioned that you've been thinking about a specific au lately on the blog 👀 whats the deal there

well me and @gasterofficial were talking about what would happen if gaster's version of ralsei WASN'T successfully made to be able to handle eldritch knowledge. I've discussed it before on the blog, but I have the headcanon that the light can literally burn darkners who aren't prepared for it. (this comes from spamton having quite a bit of dialogue implying that he was burned/changed in some way by the knowledge he gained.) in blogverse canon, ralsei's got very sensitive eyes because he's still recovering from his initial exposure to that knowledge.

so if he wasn't successfully built to handle more Light Exposure than your average darkner... the logical conclusion is that gaining too much knowledge would blind him. after researching, i don't think it would be full blindness as that's kind of rare, but it would impair him badly enough that he would have trouble navigating on his own.

this is a problem for gaster. he needs to have a darkner guide, and now he's got EIGHT busted little guys. ralsei's certainly clever and adaptable, but he is NOT used to functioning blind just yet and there's not much time left before the game absolutely needs to start. a functional guide is a critical necessity to save the world of deltarune. and gaster just does not have the resources to try again.

so, out of luck and out of options, gaster becomes the worlds worst Ghost Guide to assist ralsei in his Actual Guide duties. guy who tells ralsei about his surroundings and also never shuts the fuck up. and is also his ghost dad who can't be perceived by others unless they're in a truly liminal space.

so what arises is a truly dysfunctional and codependent parent-child dynamic between these two. gaster likes ralsei but like... never really gives him room to make decisions on his own since hes constantly telling him what to do. ultimately he believes ralsei just kind of has to be a means to an end, no matter how much personal affection gaster has for him, due to the nature of ralsei being Born To Save The World, and that makes their relationship deeply unhealthy. meanwhile ralsei, who is a bit traumatized from being Literally Scorched By Horrible Knowledge in the first minute of his existence, is pretty happy to just let himself be directed constantly by someone who is kind to him and appears to have his best interests at heart. he ends up being quite sheltered due to all this. plus gaster also keeps telling him constantly Not To Think Too Much About The Fucked Up Things so he's gotten good at that.

thematically, the entire thing, at least for me, is another lens through which to look at deltarune's themes of agency and personhood. children, particularly disabled children, frequently have their personhood and agency denied to them because of the idea that they aren't capable of handling themselves. that's not to say that children and disabled people don't need SUPPORT, of course, but that support should be enabling them to make decisions for themselves when possible and appropriate, rather than denying them opportunities for agency. adding those particular lenses onto ralsei's canonical status as a darkner (which is a category of Unperson within the narrative) provides a lot of interesting ground with which to explore his emerging independence and self-actualization. also I just think its rad to think about weird Fucked Up Ghost Dad shenanigans

tldr:

#admin #im not vision impaired so ive been trying to be very well researched in how i depict this scenario in writing #but maybe someday there will be fic about it if people wanna see it :] #i like thinking about disability as it relates to personhood in deltarune. kris autism is so real to me #and i tend to portray player possession as something that forcibly strips them of their outwardly autistic traits #since they are being forced to fit an externally imposed mold of Someone Else it's always made sense for me to do that #being a deltarune main character means that you are just in danger of being used and having your identity taken from you!

[rx-05-29]

Listening to the persona 5 soundtrack, and half of me is complaining about the game and how it contradicts its own revolutionary message time and time again and the other half wants to overthrow the government

#like seriously what the fuck compelled them to have Joker and Ryuji convince Ann to strip in front of a random creep she doesn't know #right after the arc about a teacher that sexually and physically abused her and her friend #also the old #haha #these guys are gay #and they're creeps #and they forcibly drag a teenager away #the game that is all about revolution and rebellion is too scared to go all the way #and persona 4 is a game all about truth and discovering your true self #but like in a no homo way #don't worry you still get to point and laugh at those who are different than you even in a game about acceptance and truth #Makoto who fought the government and the police want to become a policewoman #because what's more rebellious than enforcing a system that you have been shown cannot be changed from the inside #but the music fucks #it fucks hard #rx

[isabel3710]

“Forcibly Stripper” for the Bad Things Happen Bingo

Sorry if this one makes anyone uncomfortable.

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Fandom: Gravity Falls

Prompt: Forcibly Stripped

Trigger Warnings: creepy/possessive behavior

Masterlist

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Dipper scrambled to his feet and stared at the women, she had dyed blond hair and looked to be in her late 40s and wore a lot of makeup. Probably to make herself seem younger. She wore a slimming body suit and had long, manicured nails. 

Dipper got an uneasy feeling. 

The woman smirked, “Well, aren’t you a good looking boy.”

“Who are you?” Dipper wrapped his arms around his torso. 

“I’m Missy, but you can call me Mistress.” Missy stepped towards him and Dipper took a step back. 

“Um yeah… I’m not doing that.”

“Oooh. Playing hard to get” Missy kept walking towards him and whispered “I like it.” 

Somehow the women managed to corral him into the center of the room near the chair and Dipper pressed himself against the back. Missy looked him up and down like he was a piece of meat and walked right up to him. 

Dipper tried to hosit himself over the back of the chair and escape but she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down. She ran her hands down his chest. 

“Please don’t touch me.” Dipper said “who are you anyways?”

Missy smirked, “I’m here to get you ready.”

“For what?”

“Oh don’t you worry about that.” Missy winked and taped his nose. Dipper pushed her away and she laughed.“Feisty, I like that. You’re going to be a fun one.”

Dipper’s heart pounded in his ears; he wanted to leave, to get away but he was stuck. “Look… I don’t want any trouble… This was a mistake. I shouldn’t be here.”

“Oh sweetheart” the way Missy said the pet name made a shiver run down his spine. “You are exactly where you are supposed to be.” 

Dipper’s mind raced, trying to think of a way out of the situation. He scanned the room for any escape routes but the door was blocked by two large men. He was trapped.

Missy smiled like a predator who had caught their prey. “Strip for me.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me. Now strip.” She ordered. 

“I’m not going to do that!” He protested. 

Missy gave a nod to the guards and they walked right up to him, one of them grabbed him around the weist from behind and lifted him into the air. Dipper kicked and struggled but the other guard grabbed one of his legs and pulled off his shoe and sock before repeating the action with his other foot. 

“Put me down!” 

“I have to get those clothes off of you somehow” Missy said “I want to get a good look at you.”

“I-I’ll do it.” Dipper stammered, not wanting to be humiliated more than he already was. 

“You promise?”

“Yes.”

Missy waved a hand and the guard set him back on his feet and went back to their post, the women looked at him expectantly and with shaking hands Dipper pulled off his shirt. He avoided eye contact and he undressed, but could feel Missy’s hungry gaze on him. 

Soon he stood in front of her, eyes downcast, in nothing but his boxers. “When I said strip.” Missy said “I meant strip.” 

Dipper’s eyes widdened when he realized what she wanted but obeyed nonetheless. Missy circled him, looking him over, and he squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel her hands on him. 

“I was right,” she stroked his back, “you are very pretty.” 

“What are you going to do to me?” Dipper asked, his voice a bit faint. 

Missy laughed, “don’t worry dear, I’m not going to do anything.” 

Dipper opened his eyes to see her leave the room, one of the guards gathered up his clothes and then they left too. Locking the door behind them. Dipper wrapped his arms around himself and walked around the room, trying to find a way out. 

There was nothing, there were no windows or vents and the door was locked. The chair was bolted to the floor. Dipper crouched in the corner and shivered, trying to cover as much of himself as he could.

It wasn’t long before the door opened and Missy returned with the guards. She held what looked like some folded black cloth. “Here you are, doll” she handed him the cloth. “Put this on.”

Dipper unfolded it, worried about what it was. It was a black jumpsuit. He didn’t hesitate to pull it on, not wanting to be exposed any longer. Missy watched as he dressed, grinning. As soon as he was done the guards grabbed him and forced him down into the chair and used the leather straps to bind his wrists to the arms of the chair.

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Author's Note:

I have never written a character like Missy before and I think I did well but harder than I originally intended. Though I really wanted to show what kind of character she is.

PKRFN FROODU

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@badthingshappenbingo

#bad things happen bingo #gravity falls #gravity falls dipper #gravity falls fanfiction #dipper pines #whump prompt #whump #prompt forcibly stripped #fanfic #fanfiction

[ghostlysoupcan]

will never forgive how people heard of the term 'learned helplessness' and immediately decided it was 'this person is a lazy asshole who doesnt help you or themselves out of choice' instead of 'this person experienced a specific brand of trauma coming from dehumanization and having their autonomy stripped away from them to the point that now theyre terrified of doing Anything out of line so they shut down and feel utterly sick of trying to make anything better for themselves when it could get so much worse if they do'

like you understand why its so fucking hard to want to try when it feels like you're destined to fucking fail, right? and can we not equate that to wanting to be miserable? because i assure you that nobody wants to fucking suffer or live in fear like that.

#people have no fucking compassion for people who have all but given up #why is your reaction to people who have gone through monsterous levels of abuse to the point they feel like they cant even act for themself #to shit on them and say oh well you're just choosing to be miserable #you people are no fucking better than their abuser. #people dont get psychologically fucking SHATTERED and have their personhood forcibly stripped away and get to act like nothing's wrong. #capitalisms fucking poisoned you into believing that if youre not actively attempting then its able to be pushed aside for convenience.

[berryblu-arts]

have i posted this one before?

idk honestly, its kinda unfinished but eh, gonna leave yall with my sparkly son ig haha (also pffft the image split is so cursed sorry yall; i work in webtoon format for these asdjhsd)

#this was super self indulgent so i might´ve never posted it #yeah so aki´s hair default is that light blue to amgenta gradient that also glows #like the absolute middle school oc that he is lmaoo #but anyways he´d been trying to pass off as a normal human which is where his alternate black/kinda indigo hair color comes from #but by this point in canon he´s let his guard down enough that roy and blaire know abt it; and roy forcibly got him to stay at his house #bc he´d also been living at an old half ruined tower at the edge of the city #etc etc #so yeah #spoiler #posts to delete if i ever get around to his story #my art #my ocs #roy #akira #berryblus ocs #berryblu arts #comic strip

[sarcastic-clapping]

i’m gonna be real….if they don’t have marwa change back into herself before the end of the series i’m going to feel Some Type Of Way about it. that’s just not going to sit right.

#wwdits #wwdits spoilers #i’m not the morals police and i love shows abt bad ppl doing bad things #but this crosses a line for me that i can’t put my finger on #i know they’re murders and serial killers and bad people #but i don’t like to see a woman stripped of her agency and individuality and everything about her that makes her HER #only for things to end with her being forcibly changed into a completely different person presumably forever #idk its just not a laugh riot for me sorry!!! #(and this is ignoring all of my deeply uncomfortable feelings about how her lack of agency negates consent btw!!!) #(bc that’s a whole can of worms) #it’s just uncomfortable man i don’t like it #ESPECIALLY turning a woman of color into a white british man like it’s just 😬😬😬