#gagging cw

[beeflibeef]

[artekai]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Original Work

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences 

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 

Relationships: Original Female Character(s) & Original Male Character(s), Original Male Character(s) & Original Non-Binary Character(s)

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Non-Binary Character(s), Original Characters, Original Cyborg Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Post-Canon, Future Fic, Parent-Child Relationship, Next Generation, (past) Emotionally Abusive Relationship, Past Violence, Manhandling, Original Character-centric, Begging, Gags, Partial Mind Control, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Whump, Whumptember 2024, cyborg, Revenge 

Series: Part 13 of The Fourteenth Zenith

Summary:

Sorya had neither forgiven nor forgotten Fross, even though it had been nearly thirty years after he ruined her best friend's life. And now that she and Franny were teaming up in their fight against Avad, and Fross was caught in the crossfire, she still felt vindicated when she watched him get his comeuppance later rather than never.

Even then, despite being unable to think about anything but revenge, there was a part of her that couldn't help but wonder if he truly deserved a fate worse than death - to be used as a living weapon - or, for that matter, if anyone did.

Featuring @soliscital’s OC Sorya 💞

@whumptember (late) Day 3: “You’re my last chance” and “enemies teaming up.”

[wishfulsketching]

Sorry Silco, if you bite, you get the muzzle. Them's the rules

[benevolenterrancy]

He untied his robes and opened his chest with a spectacular ripping sound. A pile of hearts came tumbling out. He scooped up the bleeding heap and sorted through it in full view of everyone: there was a red heart, a white heart, a yellow heart, an avaricious heart, a greedy heart, a petty heart, a competitive heart, an ambitious heart, a scornful heart, a murderous heart... "He's got a lot of heart, this Buddhist," observed the Taoist drily.

Sun Wukong knows so many fun tricks that are enjoyable to everyone else around him :)

[butterflyscribbles]

It’s all in the Eyes👁️✨

Bonus:

[whump-in-the-closet]

“Don’t you know who I am?”

A light slap. Not painful, but enough to make the guards snicker. “Anything else you want to add?”

“Fuck y—”

Whumper cut them off with another slap. Sharper. “Yeah, yeah, so nothing important? No message for the camera? Great! Gag them.”

“No! Wait—mmmph!”

“That’s what I like to hear from you.” Whumper thumbed away a drop of blood from Whumpee’s jaw. “Nothing.”

[jetgrime]

Jet Lag + Eating/Drinking Gross Things

[benevolenterrancy]

"There, he finds a humanoid demon roughly his size and nicely asks for a change of clothes and directions to water suitable for bathing. The demon rudely refuses. Then he asks nicely again once the demon has fewer limbs. He gets the clothes and directions."

A scene from the fanfiction Recollections and the Nature of Love by TGP because the hilariousness of this image was too much for me to handle. Politeness really will get you everywhere!!

[suddenly-frankenstein]

no biting 🚫

[whump-in-the-closet]

dialogue prompts for traitor whumpees

(cws in tags)

the betrayed:

"What are you doing? Why did you lock...why did you lock the door?"

"No! Stop, you can't do this!"

"You don't have to do this."

"I thought I could trust you."

"When I get out of this-- when, not if-- when I get out, you're going to wish you were dead."

"Fucker. I always knew you were trouble. No one else listened, did they? They took in your sob story and swallowed it whole."

"Oh, you're sorry? You're sorry? Why don't you run back to your master like the dog you are?"

"Fuck off."

"I don't want to hear it. I don't!"

"We should have never trusted you. We should have never helped you."

"You're going to regret this, I promise you."

the betrayer:

"I'm...so sorry."

"Its for your own good."

"This was the only way, you don't understand."

"I'm sorry-- I had to, they forced me-- please, please forgive me."

"This would be much easier for you if you just held still."

"Oh? Are the handcuffs a little tight? Do they pinch? My bad, let me just cut off your circulation here."

"This is very satisfying, I have to admit. And just the tiniest bit humorous."

"Someone gag them. They never know when to shut up."

"You really should have known better."

"Why on earth did you think I ever needed your help?"

"It was me or you, old friend. And I really prioritize survival over any relationship."

"It's nothing personal. It just had to be done."

"I may regret this, I may not. At least I'll be alive to regret it."

"You don't understand what they did to me. You will though. Soon."

"Oh shut up, this isn't even the worst part."

"I had no idea some of the most brilliant minds in the world were so... gullible."

"God, you lot were stupid. You...followed me into a basement. Seriously, what is up with that?"

[quiteros]

Thinking about Caleb with his fingers down Mc’s throat, forcefully trying to get her to throw up into his hands because she took something she shouldn’t have.

[soundleer]

(To horror raddy) Here is a cookie for you , also the rope and the injuries still hurts you after death?

don't know how he's still holding himself up but he's somehow still breathing?? oh well at least he accepted a cookie from you yee!

yea he's totally fine now :)) 👍

[aeonophagic]

[invincible]

[cruel-hiraeth]

nagi… 😞 choking on his dick….

you could kitten lick his tip for an eternity and nagi would be happy, but the second you try to take him into your mouth and—inevitably—down your throat, he’s at war with his almost nonexistent self-restraint.

it’s a game you play: he lets you kiss and lick and spit and warble all over his monstrous cock, sating both your oral fixation and your desire to worship him. but once you stretch your pretty lips as far as they can go and attempt to swallow his length? the switch flips.

lithe fingers thread through your hair and massage your scalp. he lazily drawls about how good your mouth feels. “but you’ve gotta try harder than that, baby.” a massive hand trails down the front of your throat, and lightly squeezes. “last time you took me all the way down here.”

but he’s surprisingly patient with you. he watches hungrily as you bob your head, slowly but surely working each painstaking centimeter into your mouth, tongue swirling around the velvety skin. tears dot your lashes and drool drips down your outstretched lips, but you—or nagi, rather, hits a wall: you gag.

“is that all my baby can take?” he asks, gray irises bleeding into black. his eyes say what his placid face doesn’t: he’s losing composure.

(he wants to bury himself within you and never pull out.)

the pathetic, choked mmngh around his cock signals that you need help. gently, he starts moving his hips until you steady your breathing (the last time he bottomed out before you could adjust, you refused to suck his dick for over a month; he learned his lesson). his thrusts speed up until your nose kisses his snowy pubic hair.

“fuck, you’re perfect,” is all the praise he can manage before fucking your soft, tight throat. each time you gag around him, he thinks he’s going to blow (his inhuman stamina is always tested when it comes to you).

spilling down your throat with a strangled groan, he collapses beside you, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. you don’t have time to catch your breath, though.

he shoulders his way between your legs, intent on returning the favor—whether you like it or not.

[whump-in-the-closet]

"Am I a dog to you?"

inspired by @girlsdogmotif v amazing post <2

The car jerked to a stop.

Shuddering in the trunk, Sidekick squeezed their eyes shut, tears drying on their eyelashes. Their aching muscles, twisted into awkward positions, had gone numb—heavy—a long time ago.

The trunk door popped open with an automated hiss.

Villain stood over them, grinning. "Not so bold now, huh, punk?"

Everything slammed into place. The abduction. The showmanship. Villain’s signature cruelty dressed as charm.

Sidekick seethed into their gag, jaw aching with tension. Go to hell.

Villain laughed, teeth white. Bending down, he ruffled Sidekick's hair, starting from the base of their scalp and running his fingers up, up, up. Slow. Deliberate.

Sidekick flinched back, breathing hard and fast. Don't touch me.

Villain tsked and slapped Sidekick smartly. "Down, boy."

Not even the shadowy light could hide the burning in Sidekick's eyes or the sudden, stinging flush of humiliation.

Villain stepped back. "Get 'em out."

Villain's henchmen were more than happy to comply. They grabbed Sidekick's arms and hauled them out.

Fuck you guys too.

The garage's concrete floor smelled like dust, copper, and spilled blood.

Sidekick suppressed a gag, elastic muscles twitching in their throat-- could have been a combination of fear and nausea. Who knew.

The henchmen dropped them to the ground. And they collapsed, rubbery legs doing nothing to support them. With hands behind their back, they quite literally ate shit, hitting the ground with their shoulder and face.

"Mmm-ff!

Crismon pain exploded in their face, sensitive nerve endings scraped off and bruising skin left shredded.

Distorted laughter surrounded them.

Right, 'cause this is the kind of slapstick humor they like.

Villain knelt down and grabbed Sidekick's chin, ripping their head up.

"If you scream," he whispered, "There's no one to hear you but us."

Sidekick snarled into the gag. Hero will come.

"Hero isn't coming," Villain smiled. "I made sure of that."

Sidekick's confidence faltered and they looked away, everything suddenly throbbing.

Almost gently, Villain began to untie the outer part gag, letting the bloody layers drop away. The wad of cloth, buried so deep into Sidekick that it almost reached their trachea, remained. "Now, drop it." His grin had never left.

You're joking.

"C'mon boy, drop it." Villain's fingers dug into the sides of Sidekick's mouth, pinching, forcing Sidekick's torn mouth open.

Their stomach dropped, the world suddenly spinning.

More laughter from the henchmen.

Sidekick flushed a furious shade of red. They stretched their mouth around the wad of cloth and worked it out. They retched. Once, twice Finally, they coughed the thing out, dripping with saliva and copper blood.

Villain stroked Sidekick's trembling jaw. "There you go."

With aching teeth, Sidekick slurred out, "Am I a...dog to you?"

Villain chuckled, blue eyes dangerously bright. "You were Hero's lapdog first. Now you're mine."

Then watch me fucking bite.

[moonlit-escape]

Aphmau: puppy want a treat?

Aaron: puppy want a fucking break from it all