#restraint whump

[digital-nova]

Restraints in whump

Strapped to a metal table, staring into the luminescent lights on the ceiling.

Handcuffed to a hospital bed to prevent an escape attempt.

A leather muzzle strapped to the face on account of the subject’s “aggression”.

Ropes binding wrists and ankles to a chair, carving into skin.

A metal collar connected to a chain which can be used to pull the captive around.

Strong arms wrapped around someone until they stop fighting.

Chains around ankles or wrists, being pulled along by captors as they march a prisoner through the streets.

Confined to a straight jacket in a padded cell after lashing out against staff members.

A single chain connected from the ankle to a wall, limiting movement and serving as a constant reminder that there’s no escape.

[jordanstrophe]

Abandoned Whumpee

[Previous]--[Masterlist]--[Next] CW: Taken, whumper medic/forced medical whump, stitches, blood loss, defiance, restrained

The last thing whumpee saw was blood leaving their body

... And nearly all of it.

They flicked their eyes open; they were laying on a table with a light beaming on their chest. Whumper was standing next to them rummaging around equipment and didn't notice them awake.

Whumpee silently stared with a horrified gaze. They could see the gloves whumper wore, drenched and dripping with blood. They tried to climb off the table as quietly as they could, but something snagged their wrists as metal clacked together.

Whumper heard the sound, spinning around as whumpee was frozen almost half-off the table. "Easy, easy now. You just got a lot of stitches." Whumper softly spoke.

Whumpee plummeted into sheer panic. They tried to sit up, but a weight around their chest strapped them down.

"Oh no no no, take a breath, we're almost done." Whumper tried to soothe. They grabbed whumpee by the hip and pulled them back to the center of the table. They tightened the strap around whumpee's chest and gave the binds on their wrists a tug.

"Wh-y ... Why are you do-doing th- ss... Le-let me go-" Whumpee heaved. Whumper touched their forehead as whumpee flinched and squeezed their eyes shut. They hoped when they opened them next, whumper would be gone.

They ended up not being able to open them at all.

.........

.........

Whumpee could barely blink awake. They felt numb.

They were laid on a stretcher in an infirmary; their enemies infirmary, nonetheless. There was a blanket tucked around them as whumpee frantically ripped it off and pulled their shirt up. There were perfect stitches and a well dressed wound on their side. Their right arm had a silver handcuff that bound their wrist to the bed.

Whumpee let out a long, drawn-out sigh. What had they gotten themselves into...

"How do you feel?" A voice asked.

Whumpee looked up; whumper's head was poking out from the side of the divider watching them. Whumpee almost gasped, but managed to clench their jaw instead.

"That's a cute expression. Really though, how do you feel?" Whumper came out and crossed their arms.

"You saved me." Whumpee hissed like an accusation.

"Yes, you're welcome. How do you feel." Whumper repeated more sternly.

"Why would you save me? You ... You of all people. We're enemies. You were supposed to kill me on sight." Whumpee narrowed their eyes.

Whumper sighed and dragged a hand down their face. "You still don't understand..." They sat on the bedside as whumpee tried to jump off, but the handcuff held onto their wrist. "Is that all you think you're worth? Nothing but a sacrificial cattle? A lamb for slaughter?"

"-Yes! Yes I do!" Whumpee shouted over them. "My sacrifice was worth it to me. Because I stayed back, my team is safe now. Safe from you." Whumpee snapped and leaned in. "You lost."

Whumper stared with a raised brow; they were mostly surprised whumpee had the energy to throw a fit.

"You know, you're not the only one they've left behind." Whumper shrugged. Whumpee cocked their head to the side without taking their eyes away.

"Every time we corner your team, one person always gets left behind. It's sad, really. Your team's been getting picked off one by one if you think about it. Was it your turn to die?"

Whumpee swallowed past the pit in their throat. "Look... If you saved me just to get information out of me, then I'm terribly sorry, you've wasted a lot of your time. You know I'm willing to die for them, so either get it over with, or let me go." Whumpee spoke behind clenched teeth.

"Let you go?" Whumper belted out laughing, "My darling little lamb, that would be the same as killing you!" They wiped a tear and put a hand on whumpee's knee.

"What's that supposed to mean." Whumpee swatted their hand off.

"Then let's say I let you go. You go running back to your team, they see you alive, intact and... Well, they'll assume you gave them up." Whumper pulled the blanket back around whumpee and tucked them back in.

"-And then, they'll kill you."

Whumpee's face went blank, both fists clutched the blanket, their eyes didn't cry, but glossed like they wanted to. They wished whumper was playing mind games, but there was truth in it. Their team would assume they were compromised and whumpee was the cause.

"Regardless if I left you or took you, you're dead to them. You wouldn't be welcomed back; would be one of us." Whumper poured a glass of water and nudged it into whumpee's hand. They barely reacted, they were far gone in their own thoughts.

"Now I'll ask you one more time."

"How do you feel?"

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[bilightningwhumper]

Duct Tape- Rex (Boy)

For Issue No 38 of @whumpers-monthly

A Hero's Promise Masterlist

CW/TW: blood, fictional racism, dehumanization, implied transphobia, implied fade-to-black noncon ending

[Some context: Boy (later to be named Rex) is a rescued to-be-reformed villain, but not all the heroes are happy about that]

Boy

“Grab it!”

Boy didn’t have time to react as his arm was yanked had before he was thrown into a nearby supply closet. They let him go, but not before pushing him into the shelves on the back wall. He winced, gripping the shelves to stay upright, his ribs screaming. The door shut with a firm snap behind three masked men. Two stood over him while the third locked the door.

“Wha- ugh!”

Stars danced in his eyes as he fell to the floor, his jaw throbbing.

“Shut up, fae scum.”

He couldn’t tell which of the men were talking. Probably the one who punched him.

“Make sure it doesn’t have any weapons on it.”

Kicking out, Boy tried to stand again, only to be pinned to the floor by a boot on his back, grinding into his spine. Still, he struggled despite it.

These were supposed to be the good guys. Harper told him that. So what was going on? There was no way they didn’t know he wasn’t allowed weapons. So why would he have one? Why attack him? Had he done something wrong leaving the assessment?

“Help! Somebody, hel- guh-”

Another boot swung into his line of vision, hitting him square in the nose. He could taste iron. Hopefully it wasn’t broken.

“I told you to shut up, bastard. Where’s the… here.”

The sound of thick tape being unwound and ripped was his only warning before duct tape was forced over his mouth as his head was held in place.

He couldn’t breathe. Pain radiated through his limbs. It only got worse as they wrenched his arms up behind his back. More duct tape was wrapped tight around his wrists. They rolled him over, making it harder to breathe through his blood-clogged nose. Those groping hands made their way up his sides to- fuck. Fuck!

“Somethin’ on his chest, boss.”

The assumed leader of the crew’s eyes glittered through the slit in his mask. “Well, well, looks like the fairy is hiding something. Tear its shirt off and let’s see what we find.”

Boy’s eyes widened as he kicked out again, trying to get free even as spots danced in his eyes. “Mmm, mmm!”

It was no use.

They hauled up by his arms, the leader left to rip his flimsy shirt down the middle. All of them froze as they took in the binder around his chest.

He glared at them, trying to hold onto some kind of dignity. Even if his vision was going in and out of focus, he just needed to hang on. Just until someone… No, those were the good guys. Someone would save him… Right?

His resolve quickly crumbed as the leader spoke, a smile clear in his smug voice. “Well, boys, looks like we have a special treat on our hands.”

Everything went dark after that.

I haven't made a masterlist yet, so let me know if you want to be on a taglist for A Hero's Promise before (or after) I do. [now made the masterlist, but you're still welcome to ask to be on the taglist!]

[emcscared-whumps]

A lovely little scene from Shifting Phases i drew for a challenge over on WLC last year :) (awh, he hasn't tried to escape yet, how cute <3) I'm usually slow at drawing, but I had my phone, some spare time, and a whole lot of inspiration for the prompts "water" and "bloody surface" lol

How did I not post actual whump art of mine on the tungle?? Who knows lol, not me

Pete Spencer's character profile is [Here]

[whump-in-the-coffee-cup]

“Used as Bait” Trope

Requested by @whumperofworlds​ | I like to see your take on the "used as bait" trope (basically, whumper kidnapping a whumpee as bait for whumpee's friends/team), with either your OCs, generic, or fanfiction, whichever you think fits best!

CONTENT WARNINGS: bad caretaker, manipulation, whumper turned caretaker, caretaker turned whumper, conditioned whumpee, reincarnation whump, test subject whumpee, restrained whumpee

Action Prompts

[ breath ] - Whumpee is forced to hold their breath as they’re submerged in a clear box filled with water, and left out in the open.

[ house ] - Caretaker puts Whumpee in a safe house, but inadvertently leaving them without necessities. Essentially putting Whumpee in captivity under the false pretense of security from Whumper.

[ medicine ] - Whumpee is in the hospital, and Caretaker utilizes that fact to figure out who Whumper is, since they are a doctor who has been hurting patients.

[ repose ] - Whumpee is lying somewhere, anxious and tense, waiting for someone to save them from the elements. All they hope it won’t be Whumper.

[ wounded ] - Whumpee is hurt and limping to safety. They leave a trail of blood that leads to where they are, and where they may be going.

[ simplicity ] - Whumpee is tied up to a chair in a warehouse, and is trying to stay still so they don’t tug on any strings that may jostle the bottle of acid above them.

Scenarios

Whumpee is tasked with acting as bait in Caretaker’s plan to apprehend Whumper, but the Caretaker is the only one who knows it is going to fail. Whumpee, assured that they’ll be fine, takes chance with false hope. But the entire thing doesn’t work because of Whumper discovering the plan beforehand.

^ You could have Caretaker forcing Whumpee to be bait too. Which makes Whumper telling Whumpee that Caretaker never cared for them in the first place; Caretaker was a selfish human being, maybe even worse than Whumper.

^ How Whumper stops the plan could be dark too; they kill Caretaker in an act of self-defense, and maybe their Whumpee is conditioned to believe that Whumper is the only person who cares about them.

Or maybe you have an Immortal Whumper and a Whumpee who frequently reincarnates. Whumpee is used often as bait to lure out Whumper’s enemies, and Whumper convinces every reincarnation of Whumpee that what they are doing is for good. Every reincarnation is basically Whumpee getting a renewed body for Whumper to break in many ways. Maybe Whumper has favorite methods of making Whumpee bait too.

^ You could also have Whumpee being different in every reincarnation. In one, they are feisty, defiant, and reckless. Whumper gets to punish them every time they deviate from the plan. But in another, Whumpee is more compliant, easy to break, but incredibly pain tolerant. Whumper gets to have longer punishment sessions if this version of Whumpee disobeys.

^ Maybe in one time, Whumper conditions Whumpee to see it as a good use of their life. And they hold onto that hope that the next life may be better without pain, and Whumper may or may not just mock that very belief.

Maybe in an effort to figure out Whumper’s plans to recapture Whumpee, Caretaker decides to test some things just in case. Only issue is, Whumpee is the only one who knows Whumper well enough. Caretaker decides to do tests on Whumpee, like putting them outside for long hours of time, restraining them in positions that makes it hard to escape, and so on. Whumpee protests, of course, but Caretaker simply says its for both of their safety. Maybe Whumpee realizes that Caretaker is worse than Whumper too. Then later on, Caretaker indirectly helps Whumper and makes their work easier than harder.

Feel free to use these prompts! Make sure to credit me if using, and use the tag #coffee prompts so I can see what you make!

[defire]

Manhandling--especially done in silence.

Content: manhandling, humiliation, beating

Slammed into the top of a desk with their arm twisted behind them

Whumpee wincing and freezing under whumper's weight as they realize they're trapped; if they move any more their wrist is going to break

whumpee crushing their lips in their teeth to hold back cries of pain that they'd be punished for

Guards shoving in a manacled, stumbling whumpee before the king, kicking him to his knees and forcing him to bow so low his forehead hits the flagstones

Fist in the hair to yank whumpees head up

Or fingernails bruising into the cheeks for the same goal

Whumpee frustrated to rage that they aren't being allowed to just walk straight, instead they have to throw them into walls and slam them down into seats

Looking up with a livid glare at main whumper when they get there

Whumpee starting to speak, "wait, just--" gets yanked so hard the words catch before he staggers forward

"I can walk." Whumpee growls next time they come for him. Snarky guard--"well, you're to be dragged."

When the whumpers step away from whumpee, now tied up and gagged on the floor, panting through his nose

Humiliating punishments like whipping while whumpee is tied up like this, whumpee floundering awkwardly away with a muffled shriek at every strike

Holding whumpee's arms so whumper can punch them over and over in the stomach

A lineup of prisoners, but whumpee is the only one that gets thrown and kicked into position

[jordanstrophe]

Hallow Island, 2

[part 1] [Series Masterlist] [Part 3]

CW: Back-handed slap, gagged, bound, manhandled, controlling whumper, kidnapping/imprisoned, sliiight failed escape attempt if you squint

The strap around whumpees wrists and ankles were undone and they were tugged out of their airplane seat by an arm.

Immediately whumpee tried to rip the gag out of their mouth, but whumper took it as an opportunity to get their other arm.

"Easy! Easy now. I don't want to hurt you. Calm yourself." Whumper lulled. The words sickened whumpee to the core as they got one more burst of adrenaline and managed to rip an arm loose.

"HEY!" Whumper yelled, swiping to grab them but whumpee twisted free and bolted out the plane exit just as it opened.

The second their foot was out the door, they ran face first into two guards who seemed like they were waiting right there for them. They each grabbed an arm and pinned whumpee between them, neither budging their grip.

Whumper sniffed angrily and motioned for the guards to turn them around; before striking whumpee hard against the cheek. They whimpered as the side of their face hit the guards arm by force.

"I really tried being gentle with you... Try anything like that again and you'll lose that privilege." Whumper spat, grabbing whumpees face as they flinched.

"Nod if you understand." Whumper hissed.

Whumpees eyes flickered between defiance and fear, before giving a small angry nod. There was nothing they could do between the two guards aside from giving in.

"Splendid. Take them to the hollow. I want them clean and ready for tonight. And check their cheek before they go up for auction, I don't want to see a bruise. It's bad for business." Whumper fixed their sleeve and waved them off.

Whumpee felt weightless between the two guards. If they fought they got yanked so hard their feet went off the ground. The island was surrounded by a sandy beach, their toes left skid marks from where they struggled. They tried burying their heels but all they did was get sand in their shoes.

Despite it being an island, they could see massive glass buildings in the center beyond the palm trees. Up ahead there was a cave with a built in iron wall and door. Whumpee tried to plead with the guards, but all they could do was make sad muffled noises.

The guard on their left never looked at them once. The guard on their right occasionally glanced to make sure they weren't squeezing too tight, at least not enough to leave a mark.

Someone from the inside opened the door. The halls got dark quick and soon enough, whumpee was gently laid down in a cell where they sunk to the floor on their knees. That would be their chance to run if they had the energy; it took the plane nearly a day to get wherever they were and they spent the last energy in pitiful efforts.

"Someone will be by soon to look you over. Just try and get some rest, mmkay?" The last guard spoke, looking over their shoulder. Whumpee ripped the gag out of their mouth and shouted "PLEASE HELP ME!" Before the door slammed shut.

Whumpee let loose a broken cry they had been holding in since they shoved the gag in the first place. 

To be continued- [Series Masterlist]

@enigmawritesstuff

[cravesunconditionallove]

More oddly specific whump tropes I cannot get over

A boot on Whumpee’s back, or chest, pinning them down.

Kneeling or sitting on whumpee as they are sprawled on the ground. Bonus if you yank their arm back painfully, slowly bending it more and more until Whumpee can’t take it

Whumper(s) holding whumpee’s mouth open as they fight not to have a cloth gag shoved into their mouth.

Whumpee tied to a chair, unable to stop Whumper from grabbing their chin and forcing them to watch something awful

Whumpee having to be held down by several large guards/soldiers as something is done to them

[coyotehusk]

the basement

[writinglittlepains]

hidden restraints in public:

bound ankles under a long skirt

shock collar under a turtleneck

chained hands inside the pockets of a hoodie

a gag under a facemask

clear tape gag

[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.”

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

could u maybeeeee do a rough caretaker x super sensitive whumpee? Maybe hospital setting, non con drugs, force feeding?? idk but i LOVED ur out like a light

By the end this turned into kind of a Munchausen by Proxy syndrome situation at least to me, where Caretaker is convinced Whumpee is sick or maybe they're just the one making Whumpee sick..? Anyway read it how you like! I hope this is okay for you and ticked all the boxes!!!

CWs: forced drugging, needles, sedation, medical setting, forced feeding, forced intubation (NG tube) restraints

“Let me GO!"

“Just hold still.” Caretaker ground out, pinning a wriggling Whumpee to their chest. “You're making this more difficult than it has to be.”

They threw Whumpee onto the bed, easily overpowering them and slipping both wrists and ankles into soft padded cuffs that were tied to the bed.

Whumpee let out a terrified shriek as Caretaker affixed the last restraint, then picked up a syringe off a metal trolley next to the bed.

“Here, this should help.” Caretaker flicked the cap off the syringe and drove the needle into Whumpee's thigh, emptying the contents swiftly into the muscle. Whumpee let out a cry like a wounded animal as the drug began to pump into their system.

“No, no, no..” Whumpee breathed as their limbs began to weaken and go slack in the restraints. "Don't.. need it. I'm fine.. mmfine.."

“Much better.” Caretaker patted Whumpee's head. “This is all for your own good. You get that, right?” They asked, smiling softly.

Whumpee’s heavy breaths slowed, and their head slumped back against the pillows.

“That's better. Now we can get some food into you.”

Caretaker turned their back on Whumpee, rummaging amongst medical supplies as they set up a tray with various tubes and syringes.

They snapped on a pair of blue nitrile gloves, causing Whumpee to flinch against the restraints.

The drugs hadn't fully taken effect yet, and so Whumpee knew whatever was about to happen would not be pleasant.

Caretaker ignored their pleas, reaching for a long piece of tubing, which they removed from sterile packaging. They held the tubing up to Whumpee's cheek, measuring it and marking a line across it with a marker. Then, Caretaker covered the end of the tube in some kind of gel before leaning over and shoving it up into Whumpee's nostril without warning. Whumpee began to cough and splutter, trying to pull their head away, but Caretaker trapped their head in place and continued to force the tube further up. Whumpee felt the tube reach the back of their nose and begin to go down their throat. It was a horrifying, invasive feeling as they began to cough and gag at the foreign object, eyes watering with the force of the intrusion. The tube was still going further and further down until it seemed to reach deep inside their stomach. Finally, Caretaker stopped, pulling back and using a small piece of tape to tape the other end of the tube to Whumpee's cheek. Whumpee took in a deep breath racked with sobs as they tried to steady their queasy stomach.

Caretaker patted their head. “Wasn't that easier when you stopped fighting?” They asked condescendingly.

Whumpee spat in their direction. Caretaker simply sighed and cleaned up the spit from Whumpee's chin. They then picked up a bottle-like container, poured an unappetising solution into it, and then attached tubing to it, which ran to the end of the tube on Whumpee's face. They hung the bottle up on an IV stand as the concotction began to flow from the stand into the tube and into Whumpee's stomach. The initial sensation was just cold. Then, the solution travelled into Whumpee's stomach, and the sensation of being filled from within made Whumpee gag again.

“Deep breaths.” Caretaker cooed, massaging Whumpee's stomach.

Tears pooled in Whumpee's eyes as they tried to breathe through the nausea, finally managing to get through the sensation until all the solution was gone. As the next breath left their body, they felt their eyes growing heavy.

“You can sleep now, Whumpee.” Caretaker soothed, stroking their gloved hand through Whumpee's hair. “Sh, just rest.”

Whumpee wanted to say no, that there was something wrong, but the drugs were making the room spin, and they just wanted to close their eyes and …

Caretaker smiled as Whumpee's head drooped against their chest, their patient finally unconscious, finally calm. They whispered, “Just rest. I'll take care of you. I'm the only one who can make you better.”

[whumpsandwhimpers]

Okay so I've seen some people talk about corset piercings in whump but oho THIS

CORSET PIERCINGS IN WHUMP!!!

[defire]

Whumpee that's just stress reliever

Inspired by this post

Content: restraints, beatings, punishments, prisoner of war

Whumpee is already on the floor. Whumper kicks them over and over with every word, said through their teeth in pure rage

Whumpee tied up as whumper lays down on the bed next to them and starts rubbing over their whole body, maybe using them as a body pillow, telling them about their stressful day

Whumper goads whumpee into talking back so they can feel justified taking them down to the punishment room

Whumpee that is used to this and is SO good at being submissive. Until their self-esteem is so shattered they barely look whumper in the eyes.

Whumpee is the "favorite" prisoner of war to whump. Their reactions are the bravest out of anyone there, and the soldiers often drag whumpee off to a different cell to "take care of them" together

Other POW's trying to get special treatment and hating whumpee for getting treated "better". And whumpee can't bring themselves to tell them others what's ACTUALLY happening.

[cravesunconditionallove]

That moment when caretaker/team finds Whumpee.

They are expecting them to be in bad shape, but when caretaker/team finally finds Whumpee, they’re so much worse than they imagined. Beaten. Broken. Left for dead. They’re bound and blindfolded and gagged and flinch as caretaker/team approaches.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Whumpee,” they say as they get closer to Whumpee and get a better look at their injuries: their arms, tied behind their back, have been broken at the forearm and lie askew. It looks like someone took a baseball bat to their face—it’s covered in deep bruises. Their breathing is shallow and quick, maybe they let out a cry of pain as caretaker/team try to pick them up to carry them—they can’t walk.

If anyone knows some whumpy scenes/tv shows/writing that has this PLEASE share I am in dire need

[bilightningwhumper]

Hanging- Rex (Boy)

For Issue No 39 of @whumpers-monthly

A Hero's Promise Masterlist

Boy

Boy looked up as the door creaked open. He couldn’t see who it was. One of his eyes was swollen, the other fuzzy from sleep deprivation. It wasn’t as if he could get much in the position he was in.

Something hit him hard in the middle, winding him as his body swung. His wrists screamed as he tried to move his hands to hang onto his chains. Tried to relieve at least some of the strain from the weight of his body as it hung from the ceiling. A human punching bag, the Company had called him. He’d never felt like it more than he did now.

The object hit him again, this time against his back, cracking against his spine. Or was it his spine cracking? He could taste blood as he bit his tongue to keep from crying out. Showing pain would just make it worse.

His teammate hit him a few more times before throwing what Boy could now see was a bat onto the ground. Then they left, leaving him to hang in the dark, alone again.

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