#prompt: muzzling

[serickswrites]

Two for Flinching

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Warnings: captivity, restraints, gags/muzzle, knives, forced to watch, torture

Team Leader snarled and strained against the chains that kept them bound to the chair. I’m going to rip you apart, Whumper. With my bare hands. 

Whumper laughed at Team Leader’s impotence. “You can’t get me, so why fight?” Whumper circled Smallest Teammate, running their hands through Smallest Teammate’s hair. 

Smallest Teammate squeaked as they flinched back from Whumper’s touch. But Whumper fisted their hair and kept them still. 

“LEAVE THEM ALONE!” Team Leader roared. 

“Why in the ever loving fuck would I do that? They are so pretty,” Whumper said as they caressed Smallest Teammate’s hair once more. 

“STOP IT! STOP IT!” Team Leader yelled as they watched the tears roll down Smallest Teammate’s face. 

Suddenly Whumper stalked over to Team Leader, their face inches from Team Leader’s. “Stop. Ruining. My. Fun.”

Team Leader spat in Whumper’s face. “Fuck you.”

Whumper glared down at Team Leader as they wiped the spit off their face. “You’re going to regret that.” They nodded at Accomplice. 

Accomplice quickly crossed the room and pressed a blade to Smallest Teammate’s throat. Smallest Teammate stilled, their eyes wide with terror. 

“Don’t hurt them! Please! Don’t.” Team Leader begged instantly regretting their display. Please don’t hurt them. Hurt me. Not them.

“I need you to be still. And quiet.” Whumper growled. “And stop ruining my fun.”

Team Leader nodded. “I will be quiet. And still. Just hurt me. Please. Leave them alone.” 

“Oh I am going to hurt you, Team Leader. Just not yet.” Whumper lifted a muzzle from the table of instruments nearby. “But I’m going to make sure I don’t hear your fucking voice any time soon.”

Team Leader’s heart was in their throat. They would not let Whumper muzzle them. They couldn’t. They started to struggle again, but froze as Accomplice pressed the blade once more to Smallest Teammate’s throat. 

Whumper smiled. “Very good. Maybe you aren’t so stupid after all.”

Before Team Leader could respond, Whumper was wrestling the muzzle onto their head. It was tight and prevented Team Leader from making any sound. They tried not to cry as they realized they wouldn’t even be able to offer comforting words to Smallest Teammate. 

And that this was all their fault. 

“Perfect,” Whumper cooed. “This will be fun.” And they waltzed back over to Smallest Teammate, a twinkle in their eye and a pep in their step. “Don’t worry,” Whumper said as they looked over their shoulder, “it’ll be your turn soon.”

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

character who is muzzled as a way to humiliate and dehumanize them v.s. character who is muzzled because they’re deranged, feral and dangerous

[kettlefire]

Not so Different. (DcxDp)

The stunned silence was louder than the rest of the gala had been. Every single pair of eyes were wide with shock, fear, and even concern. The last sound to have left the patrons was scattered gasps at the reveal.

It was meant to be simple. A new up and coming technological company had put all their savings into this. A huge gala to show of the reason the world needed their technology. Needed their help.

No one believed it. Truly, who could have? A large group of men and women dressed purely in white suits, spouting about the threats of ghosts. It was insane and impossible.

Many of the big names that attended today only came for publicity. The notoriety that came with having been there when this company crashed and burned in one night.

It's the only reason Bruce Wayne was even among the crowd. Accompanied by Oliver Queen and his own son, Dick Grayson. As much as Bruce hadn't wanted to be here, he knew his reputation was important to keep up.

That was until two agents stepped out onto a stage they had at the back of the large room. A thick curtain had kept the sight behind it completely hidden from the patrons. Until the moment was right. That was when the thick curtain had suddenly been ripped back, as a third man took a microphone and began to explain.

But his words fell on deaf ears. Especially for the three secret vigilantes in the crowd. Not a single person could tear their gaze away from the cage that now stood in full view.

It wasn't the cage that had everyone enraptured. No, it was the glowing creature curled up in the center of it. No, not a creature. It was a boy. Still baby faced and youthful. Too young to be in a cage.

A high-tech muzzle was securely wrapped tightly against the boy's mouth. His knees pulled tight to his chest, one arm wrapped around them. His other hand pressed tight against the muzzle, seeming to almost be trying to keep it in place.

The boy's toxic green eyes were wide, filled with a clear intensity of pain and terror. There were old tear stains on his cheeks, quickly being replenished with fresh tears. His messy, bright white hair fell into his face. The boy looked both like he wanted to look away, but also like he couldn't. Like he couldn't risk not seeing the threat coming.

It didn't take a genius to see the boy was in pain. Human or not, this went beyond inhumane treat. Making minds racing with thoughts of what else these people had done to the poor boy.

Bruce knew in this moment that this company had just caught the attention of Batman. Based on the look in Oliver's eyes, they also just collected the wrath of the Justice League as well. Bruce hadn't even needed to look at Dick to know he was on the same page.

It went unnoticed by any other patrons. All the focus was glued on the stage, on the lecture and caged boy. No one noticed when Bruce Wayne slipped his phone of his pocket. When he hit a singular speed dial as he turned away from the show. He brought his phone to his ear as he silently signaled his trusted allies to keep an eye on it.

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[gottawhumptheblorbo]

Whumpee who is bound, gagged, blindfolded and forced to wear ear plugs so they cant even hear if Whumper is next to them🤌🏼

[abhainnwhump]

Whumper keeping non-human Whumpees in a "zoo".

They kidnap them, buy them, maybe even make them in their own basement lab. They could even be a world-jumper and collect Whumpees across the world. Whumper gives their pets pretty little collars, muzzles, and forces makes them look their best. Then they teach them how to do tricks, hours upon hours on end. Even if Whumpee is exhausted out of their mind, they still have to put on a show. The residents that come to the zoo are mostly other Whumpers, but there are a few naive innocent people who wandered in by mistake.

[whumptellsnolies]

cw: muzzle

Whumpee who still wants their muzzle on despite having been rescued by Caretaker months ago. It's the one thing they won't part with from their time in captivity, though neither Caretaker nor they have any idea why they're so attached to it.

[cicutagreninja]

Vampire whumpees. Yes.

Making themselves wear a muzzle so they don’t hurt their friends, even though they hate it, so much.

Caretaker purposefully cutting themselves so a starving Whumpee can get anything, even just a few drops.

Being bandaged and sore in multiple places because of sunburns

Having tender scars on their skin from being splashed by holy water.

Whumpee losing control from hunger and pounces on one of their friends. Having to be held back.

If they have bat wings, imagine the membrane being slowly ripped apart by Whumper. Or maybe getting it caught and tearing.

[a-crumb-of-whump]

god i love muzzles... do you have any other muzzle related hcs or posts?

I don't feel like going back and finding them all, so i'll write the brief version of the ones I remember down + some more:)

Content: Muzzles, captivity, dehumanisation, conditioning, vampire whumpee, starvation, gagged, pet whump, PTSD/trauma.

Whumper forcing Caretaker to muzzle Whumpee for them.

Whumpee doesn't want to take the muzzle off because they're conditioned to believe that they're dangerous.

Whumpee always having a muzzle on them because they'll bite chunks of skin off otherwise.

A vampire whumpee having to wear a muzzle for everyone's safety because they're so hungry that they can't control themselves.

The muzzle on Whumpee's face being so small that they can't physically open their mouths or breathe properly.

Whumpee secretly keeping the muzzle Whumper always used on them after their escape to feel some sort of normalcy in their new life.

Whumpee's muzzle also having a bit attached to it that sits in Whumpee's mouth when they've got it on.

Trying to pry the muzzle off the second Whumper isn't looking.

Caretaker having to throw the muzzle away within Whumpee's eyesight just so they know it's gone forever.

The heavy breathing Whumpee does through their nose because they can't open their mouth.

Whumper poking their finger through one of the holes in Whumpee's muzzles to tease them or yank them around.

[serickswrites]

First for Everything

Warnings: captivity, restraints, muzzle, torture, defiant whumpee, sensory deprivation

Whumper walked down the long hallway to the room they had locked Whumpee in almost twenty-four hours ago. They had thought Whumpee would have been easy to break.

They were wrong.

Not only was Whumpee bratty and defiant with their words, they also tried to fight Whumper with every breath they had. It was only after Whumpee had spat on Whumper five times and tried to bite Whumper three times that Whumper had decided they only had one course of action.

"You leave me no choice, Whumpee. This could have been far more pleasant for you." Whumper fastened the muzzle on Whumpee's face, tightening the straps painfully tight. "I would have been much more gentle if you had been a little nicer."

Whumpee glared at Whumper, growling through the muzzle. But they couldn't bite or spit. Whumper double checked the shackles around Whumpee's wrists. "I'm going to let you think on this for a bit," Whumper said as they headed towards the door. The windowless room had no source of light save the bulbs overhead. The walls were padded and all sound from the outside world was muffled. "You think good and hard about what you want to do the next time I come in, Whumpee."

Whumper left, flicking the light switch off. They chuckled to themself as they walked down the hall. They had muzzled Whumpee and left them alone in the quiet dark. Perhaps Whumpee would break much faster this way.

Sure enough, as Whumper opened the door and flicked on the light switch, they saw Whumpee curled around themself, completely silent and still. "Well, good morning, Whumpee."

Whumpee didn't acknowledge their presence. Whumpee stared off into space.

"Well, it would seem there's a first for everything," Whumper said as they knelt down in front of Whumpee, "I broke you without having to hurt you. This is most wonderful news because now I can have my fun with you without fear of going too far."

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

@artisticdemon

[hywenhei]

VOICELESS: Laboratory | Muzzled | “I have no mouth and I must scream.”

A Whumpee rendered voiceless in public and unable to ask anyone for help. Maybe they have a mask/muffler on over a gag; when asked about it, Whumper will simply call it a unique fashion statement. Maybe Whumpee slips away from Whumper in a crowd and tries looking for somebody who can help them escape. They suddenly feel the warning press of a gun nozzle into their back and Whumper's warm breath on their neck, warning them not to spill the wrong secrets to the wrong people, or else things will get much worse.

"There we are. You look much prettier like this darling, trust me." "Mm- mmph!" "Still struggling, are you? Well, I'll fix that soon enough."

Whumpee being the only constantly muzzled test subject in the entirety of Whumper's lab. They may be one of Whumper's most pliable experiments, but their screams are just too heart-wrenching, full of too much humanity for the scientists to stay unbiased about their work. The muzzle may have been a bit overboard, but better safe than sorry, right?

my brain feels like a faulty car engine these days you know? like i have to rev my brain up before i can actually start forming proper whump lists lol anyways see you tomorrow for day 28!!

[chickenandwhumplings]

Feral Whumpee being forced to wear a muzzle. Whether it's because they're getting too bitey, or just because. Could be by doctors or Whumper. Or a Whumper who's also a doctor. Good stuff.

[whump-world]

would love a male reluctant whumpee being comforted and praised by an affectionate/intimate male whumper

TW: noncon kiss, a bit of mouth whump? but not explicit, muzzles, restrained, starvation, manhandling.

Whumpee talked too much.

Even his friends agreed.

It shouldn't come as a surprise that when he's kidnapped, two days is all it takes before a muzzle is strapped onto him. He can feel it as they turn down the temperature and his teeth chatter. As he is forced to messily lap at the bowl of water. As he sleeps, as he breaths.

There's no mirror. A small mercy.

"Hi, Whumpee. How you doing?"

There's no light, but Whumpee's fire powers extend to thermal imaging, and he tracks Whumper's form come into the cell. This one's unpredictable, but...

Maybe Whumpee's just glad she isn't here.

He blinks lazily at Whumper. If the muzzle wasn't latched onto him, he would be taunting him. Lackey usually gets the best reaction. Whumpee settles for a growl.

"Easy, muchacho," Whumper murmurs.

Whumpee's hands are chained behind him, the manacles tight enough to color his wrists an ugly dark green. He leans back on the wall and keeps his gaze on Whumper.

Whumper crouches within Whumpee's vicinity and reaches out. "Ah, ah, ah," he tuts in disapproval when Whumpee kicks at him. He grabs an ankle and drags him closer, shushing Whumpee's snarls.

"Always a difficult one," Whumper says, scrambling over Whumpee so that he's seated on him and safe from future kicks.

Whumpee's breaths through his nose are loud, his eyes wide and furious. The first time Whumper touched him, he snatched his hand back with a high-pitched scream. "Too tired for the pesky heat trick, aren't you?"

He's right. Going on less than one meal a day, living in an ice-cold cellar, and going through new tortures every day had done a number on him.

"I'm trying to help you. This," he taps the muzzle, "must be uncomfortable. Do you want it off?"

Whumpee narrows his eyes. It must be a trick. He glances at the door, then back at Whumper.

"She doesn't know," Whumper assures him. "I heard you've been wearing it for three days straight. Jesus, look at what it's doing to your pretty face." He traces Whumpee's face, being soft where the leather meets skin.

Whumpee shakes his head to get him off. Whumper catches his jaw so he can't look away. "Last chance. I don't have a lot of time."

Whumpee's heart is in his throat, and with sudden desperation, he nods.

Whumper grins. "I knew you'd come around. A few rules though. No biting. No shouting. It'll only end badly for you, my guy. And no talking." Listing the rules, he slowly unbuckles the straps and loosens the muzzle.

The instant it comes off, Whumper's broad hand is on Whumpee's neck. But he needn't have worried. Tears roll down Whumpee's cheeks as he tries to move his jaw.

Whumpee stares at the ceiling as Whumper begins to massage his jaw. The few glances he snatches at Whumper have him squirming. Then Whumper's hands move to his hair, where the scalp is red from the tension. His whines become insistent and pathetic. The stiffness leaving his nape is heavenly and is over before he can truly savor it.

Whumper takes his hands out of Whumpee's curls. "Open your mouth."

Whumpee's brows crease, suspecting a pill. In his state, he can't bite or spit it out.

"I said open," Whumper says, clawing his lips open and earning a muffled cry. "That was your fault," he whispers, prodding at Whumpee's tongue with his thumb. "I asked nicely."

It hurt. Whumpee writhes under Whumper.

It hurts a hundred times more when Whumper replaces his fingers with his own lips. The kiss is forceful. Whumper's grip on his neck becomes a touch rigid. Taking the weight of the kiss sends white-hot pain through his teeth. The nose smushing against his makes him see stars for a moment.

With one last lick at the blood on Whumpee's tongue, Whumper comes up for air, a satisfied smile on his face. He wipes the stickiness of his mouth. "That wasn't your first, was it?"

Snot and bruises cover his face. Whumpee has to blink back the tears. "Fuck you," he croaks.

Whumper ruffles his hair and props the muzzle back on him. "It's okay, I think it's cute. Your team didn't know what they had."

[jamiesfootball]

I missed Some Sentences Sunday, so here's a snippet from the next chapter of Muzzled:

His heart jackrabbits when Roy grabs his wrist, and he feels Roy stiffen behind him. Neither of them move, the room holding its breath in anticipation. 

For a second, Jamie imagines the sensation of pressure against the cuff, a ghostly sensation of a key attempting to plunder an ill-fitted channel. But the hallucination is short lived. Behind his head, just above ear level, comes the sound of a small, nearly imperceptible clatch. He shivers as the spool of chain slumps onto the pillows behind him, the cold metal settling against the small of his back where his t-shirt's rucked up.

Roy opens his mouth as if to speak, only to clamp down on the words, his face filling with sharp agitation like he's the one with something sharp stuck between his teeth.

He grabs Jamie by the upper arm, his other hand still encircling Jamie's wrist, and for a brief moment Jamie entertains the thought of going limp, of turning himself into dead weight and forcing Roy to drag him across the room like a ragdoll. But his stomach is cramped so tight he imagines it looks like a balled up piece of paper, and the ache in his bladder is only going to get worse. 

So he lets Roy haul him off the bed, an action composed of wobbly, start-stop fits of movement since Jamie's balance is as trussed up as the rest of him. 

His feet sting when they hit the floor. Less than a day, and already they tingle with needles at the inactivity. His toes curl experimentally against the carpet. His feet are still cold. His ankles are swollen red where he pulled at his leg cuffs.

But his mouth hurts the worst, and the returning rush of blood makes every minor ache throb with pain like he's gagging on a bass drum.

[serickswrites]

Get Back In There

Warnings: captivity, restraints, gag, muzzle, cage, cruel whumper

"Please," Whumpee begged as they struggled to get away from Whumper. "I promise I'll be good. Please, you don't have to do this."

"You did this to yourself, Whumpee," Whumper said coldly as they shoved Whumpee to the ground. "You did this, not me."

Whumpee's glasses had gone skittering across the floor. They blindly scuttled away from Whumper, hands always reaching for what they hoped would be their glasses. "I didn't know, I'll be better. I promise."

"I grow tired of your incessant mewling," Whumper growled as they grabbed Whumpee by the hair, yanking Whumpee up. Whumpee squealed with pain. "Just shut up already."

Whumper pulled something over Whumpee's face. Whumpee struggled as the straps pulled tight across the sides of their head, their mouth forced shut by whatever Whumper had pulled over their face.

"I've had dogs that are better behaved than you, Whumpee." Whumper said as they pulled out a screw driver. "Maybe this muzzle will teach you to behave."

Whumpee sobbed as they could feel Whumper tightening the muzzle on their head. They could hear them working to screw the straps on as tight as they would go. But Whumpee could no longer open their mouth to beg. They could barely fight back.

Whumper shoved Whumpee forward once more. "Get back in there," they said as they pointed at the cage they had been keeping Whumpee in for the last day. "Don't make me tell you twice."

Whumpee gazed up at Whumper, their face blurred and fuzzy. Whumpee couldn't go back in the cage. They couldn't do any of it. They just wanted to go home.

"Get!" Whumper grabbed Whumpee by the collar and shoved. "You won't like what I do to dogs who don't listen."

Whumpee scrambled forward. They couldn't face Whumper's anger. They didn't want the pain. And so they cowered in the corner of the cage as Whumper shut the door. "I'm going to let you sit and think about your actions. Maybe a few days in here will do you good."

And before Whumpee could whine in protest, Whumper flipped the lights off and left the room. Whumpee sobbed as they sat, alone in the dark, unable to open their mouth wide enough to scream.

[bandits-whump-collection]

Dull eyes, hazy and unfocused, look up through the muzzle wrapped tightly around their owner's face. A heavy shuddering sigh escapes through the small breathing holes that whistle when they pant. A hand carefully traces over the muzzle, and the twitch of muscle beneath it can't decide whether it wants to lean closer or flinch back.

The hand drifts to the back of the muzzle, and rests at the clasps.