#restraints whump

[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

[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

[hey-that-hurt]

I love minimal restraints that are still more than enough to prevent the whumpee from fighting back.

Restraints that behave like kryptonite, sucking the strength out of whumpee until they are as weak as any normal person— or weaker. They could be chains, or cuffs, or even a mere necklace. They won’t come off, and their overwhelming presence is always felt.

Restraints that serve as a threat. Explosive anklets. Shock collars. It’s painful, being able to move freely. It forces the whumpee to become their own restraints, to take part in their own imprisonment.

I love restraints that don’t need to be bulky to keep someone down.

[whumpsical]

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[cpt-winters]

...more Team Leader snippets, please?

Ask and ye shall receive

Forced to Watch *Team Leader Edition* (Part 2, Part 3)

Leader cracked an eye open at the dull thud of Whumper's boots hitting the stairs. He squirmed to sit upright, propping his back up against the wall. "I'm not going to talk, Whumper," Leader warned as they drew nearer. He winced as he straightened up. "You'll never get those coordinates," he said firmly, not daring to let the pain leak into his voice.

Whumper calmly crouched in front of Leader, a roll of duct tape in hand. "Oh, I don't need you to talk anymore," they said with a tinge of glee that Leader tried to ignore. "We're trying something new today."

"Wh-...mmf." Leader didn't get the first word out before Whumper started taping his mouth closed. With his ankles and wrists already bound, the only protest Leader could offer was a steely glare as Whumper wrapped further unnecessary layers of tape over his mouth and back around his head.

Whumper stood up and stepped back, admiring their handiwork for a second before grabbing the chair tucked away in the corner and dragging it into the centre of the room. Leader cringed as the metal legs scraped against the concrete floor.

"Once provided with sufficient motivation, I'm sure your team will be more than willing to tell me what I want to know." Whumper smiled but gave no further elaboration as a handful of their henchmen poured into the room. One set up a tripod directly opposite the chair, mounting a camera atop it as the others moved towards him. Leader's eyes widened as he realized what Whumper meant by 'sufficient motivation.'

A moment later, the henchmen had him pinned face-down on the floor as they undid his restraints and hauled him over to the chair. Any movement proved almost impossible as their iron grip on Leader's limbs barely faltered, despite his intense struggles. He managed a kick to one of their stomach's before being fully secured to the seat. The victory of the blow was short-lived, only earning him several hard wacks across the face.

Leader let out a muffled groan as warm liquid trickled down from his nose, leaving a crimson trail over the tape covering most of his lower face. His stomach churned as a little red light on the camera steadily blinked as Whumper stepped closer. Leader shirked away, angling his face to the side as it burnt with shame at the thought of his team watching this.

"How long do you think they can watch before they give me what you refuse to, hm?" Whumper brought their knife to the side of Leader's face, gently gliding it down its side, not yet piercing the skin. The touch was ghostly light, a mockery of what was to come. "Will they watch you break, Captain?" Whumper chuckled before their hand roughly seized Leader's jaw, forcing their eyes to meet. "Maybe you can handle that..." Whumper pondered. "But can your team?"

[random-writing-thoughts]

Thought #204

Warning: restraints, swearing

Feel free to change any pronouns if you use this. 😁

Hero pulled up to her house. She had just had the longest day of her life and she just wanted to sleep.

She reached up for her garage door opener and...

Froze.

Her garage was already open. And a car was parked in it. She lowered her hand and studied the car.

Black SUV. No license plate.

Someone got out of the car and Hero's heart dropped.

Not him. How did they find me?

Sidekick stood a foot taller than her and he had his stupid grin she had grown to hate plastered over his face.

Sidekick made his way towards the car.

"Shit." She put her car in reverse.

A car pealed around the street corner and stopped inches behind her car.

"No. No. No." She put her car in drive.

Another car came around the opposite street corner and stopped in front of her.

Sidekick was getting closer.

"I'm not going back." She unbuckled and crawled to the passenger door, throwing it open.

She jumped out of the car and sprinted towards the house across from her.

A hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her back. She stumbled and turned to see Sidekick smiling down at her.

"I'm not going back." She said clawing at Sidekick's hand.

He laughed and swept her up throwing her over his shoulder. "You don't get a choice."

He turned to her house.

"Or did you forget that you signed a contract. As far as I recall you still have three months left."

Hero kicked and hit at his back. "You think I'm actually going to help the group now?"

Sidekick stepped in the house and made his way up to the kitchen. He had already set up a chair in the middle of the room with ropes and duct tape surrounding it.

Hero's heart dropped.

Sidekick threw her to the ground and put his boot on her back.

Hero struggled kicking and fighting. "You're just not going to answer me. Bastard."

Sidekick chuckled and grabbed a length of rope. "I'm just going to let Villain answer your questions."

Hero froze. "He's... here?"

Sidekick grabbed her arms and pulled them together wrapping the rope tightly around her wrists.

"He sure is. And..." he pulled Hero to her feet and pushed her to the chair. "I don't think he's very happy with you."

Hero shook her head and stood. Sidekick pushed her back down. He wrapped a loop of rope around the chair and her wrists. She glared at him.

Sidekick smiled and tapped her nose.

"You're such a bastard. Why am I that important to the group? Why did you need to find me? Why..."

Sidekick rolled their eyes and pushed a balled up sock into her mouth.

"Too many questions." He grabbed the duct tape and put a strip of it over her mouth.

He sat down across from her and chuckled at her glare. "I'll be nice and answer one of your questions."

He pulled a small box from his pocket. Hero's eyes widened.

"I believe you were told to steal this and bring it back to Villain. But instead you disappeared."

Hero closed her eyes and shook her head.

Footsteps echoed through the house and Hero's eyes shot open.

Sidekick stood. "Looks like Villain wants to talk to you now."

[redd956]

Higher Pay (1)

Content: Whump Writing, Intimidating Whumpee, Somewhat Bad Caretaker

CW: Captivity, Violence, Restraints, Blood Loss

The whumpee's chest heaved up down as they struggled to position themselves anything near comfortable. A hiss escaped from them as they finally gave up, relaxing against the restraints. The chains connected to the thick metal collar around their neck relaxed too, bowing towards the ground, visibly shaking as the whumpee shuddered. The last of their energy leaving through a frustrated huff of breath.

Their hands behind their back felt foreign underneath the thick fabric of the oven mitts, and no matter which way whumpee turned them, they never seemed freed from the binds.

Exhausted whumpee finally stopped wasting their pinch of energy left on it all. So this is what losing feels like.

Rusted metal creaked. A shrill squeak whistled, followed by a slam. Whumpee was only partially relieved to see someone other than whumper. Partially.

Caretaker despised this part of the job every time. They mumbled to themselves, reminding them of the money that "patrons" always paid. Often times it was more than enough for caretaker to lay back and not lift a finger for months.

Of course they would risk their lives to rescue some random, nurse them vigorously back to life, and in exchange, hand the rescue over to whoever hired them for such a mission in return for lots and lots of money. Still caretaker gritted their teeth, and scowled at the dingy environment.

Then halted in their tracks

So this is why they were offering so much

Whumpee wasn't the norm that caretaker came across. Caretaker was used to scared scrawnier rescues, who looked at caretaker with bewilderment and awe. They were always wounded, weak, and disgustingly puppy-like. They would latch onto caretaker. Easily every word caretaker spoke was what they wanted to here.

Although these rescues were heartbroken every time, caretaker never minded dumping them off to their families, colleagues, and more. Usually once they caught sight of their loves ones, caretaker would exit their thoughts graciously, and exit the situation with cash for the season. They needed to use all that medical knowledge of theirs somehow but...

Whumpee was none of that. The block integrated into the brick wall, the other end of whumpee's collar, was half way out of it's placement. It was ready to fall out at any sharp tug. The binds keeping their arms tied behind their back looked ready to snap. Despite the blood everywhere, exhaustion wasn't exactly what caretaker was reading.

Whumpee? They were glaring at caretaker. They were larger than caretaker. Scrawny, scared, puppy-like were opposites to describe whumpee. Maybe just maybe their patrons were wrong, and whumpee didn't need any rescuing after all. Maybe that would make this job 10x easier. Maybe.

"Hey? Whumpee?"

A growl more attune to a snarl came from whumpee. They begun to pull on their restraints again.

"Hold on. Hold on. I was sent by some- Hey stop moving. Listen. By some friends of yours."

Whumpee slowed giving caretaker a window of their attention. Caretaker could now spot the bandages wrapped tightly around whumpee's abdomen. Blood pooled at the surface, dark and all too recent. Something caretaker was finally used to.

"Yeah uh Simeon sent me?"

Whumpee sighed, and grumbled, "Simeon?".

Great that bewilderment and awe. Whumpee hung their head as if showing caretaker that were accepting the help. Caretaker stepped past empty painkiller bottles, and slung the backpack of their shoulders. This needed to be done quick. Caretaker did not want to see the size of whumper, if this was whumpee.

Clang! The metallic ending fell out of the wall, scraping against the stone flooring. The oven mitted hands broke the binds keeping them stuck close-knit behind whumpee's back. Stumbling to stand, the world spun. Loud than quiet, ears ringing, black flashes. Their feet faltered to find their standing.

Whumpee thought they were doing fantastic, but caretaker watched them sway. Whumpee shared them a nervous smirk. As caretaker rummaged through the bag they balled up their oven mitts.

"Okay whumpee we're goin-"

Caretaker awoke a few seconds later pawing the back of their hand at their face, smearing blood from their nose all over their own face. They sputtered, wheezing as the pain radiated throughout their face.

They glanced back just in time to watch whumpee drag their new chain accessory over the window sill, a splotchy trail of blood leading after them.

"What the fuck?"

Whumpee tripped upon landing, but crawled to back to a standing point. Their hand instinctively patted the dampened bandages, and they grinned at the wonder of painkillers. Simeon? They scoffed. Simeon is dead.

[whumplet]

Leo cat boy hours

[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.

[defire]

Sitting on them (and slapping them for good measure)

Beating them till they physically can't get up because their bones are broken, they're exhausted or in too much pain

Belts around their wrists and ankles. Imagine a belt wrapped over boots and gloves, feeling overheated, weighed down and claustrophobic on top of being trapped

Twisting their arm and slamming them into a wall

Alright I just saw a post about restraints... and I'm curious now. What are your favorite ways of restraining your whumpees? 👀 And are those the most effective/practical?

[cravesunconditionallove]

Thinking about torture methods.

It would be pure lovely evil, imagine taking away Whumpee’s ability to breathe? Injectable paralytics exist (rocuronium, succinylcholine) and are easily reversible.

So, you have a restrained Whumpee. Inject just enough to make them unable to breathe on their own, maybe a tiny inhale here or there, and let their SpO2 drop a bit, just enough to be really uncomfortable, dying for air, but not giving them the relief of passing out. Give them a few breaths with a bag-valve mask, until their sats are normal. Repeat as needed.

Alternatively, you could be more invasive and just intubate them, which is more uncomfortable but carries the risk of vomit aspiration if your Whumpee has just eaten.

Caution: can cause brain damage if continued for too long! Sessions should remain under 20 minutes.

It’s like waterboarding but instead of water you just keep them from breathing. Have fun with this new Whumpee pain method :D

[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?"

[cpt-winters]

Okay, so I've Had a Whumpy Thought...

Upon their arrival, Team halts dead in their tracks, staring wide-eyed as Whumpee wraps the chains Whumper once used to bind them around Whumper's neck, pulling back with all their strength with a crazed, almost-animalistic look in their eyes.

Cue Whumpee collapsing to their knees after Whumper's body slumps to the floor. That thousand-yard stare falling over Whumpee's features as their mind refuses to register whatever following commotion unfurls around them.

Can't stop thinking about variations of this trope after reading this post

[hey-that-hurt]

I’m sure that handcuff injuries would be very prone to infection, as they’d be prevented from properly healing by the presence of the cuffs. A whumper who wants to keep the whumpee alive may want to take such preventative measures.

And isn’t it horrifying to ask the person hurting you why you are being shown mercy, only to learn that the mercy only exists to bring you more pain?

duct tape UNDER handcuffs as makeshift padding against them cutting into skin when they struggle. is this anything

Firstly, I think the duct tape would also hurt, especially ripping it off but like, why would you want it to stop cutting into skin when they struggle? Fully respect your tastes, but that's like the best part of restraints for me, the marks they leave when you struggle :)

[random-writing-thoughts]

I hope you have an incredible day I love your writing

Could you do a continuation of thought 203?

Again love your writing have an amazing day !!

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Thought 203.2

Warnings: talk of medical procedure, swearing, restraints

Previous

Hero opened their eyes slowly. Their head was pounding and they were laying down on a hard surface.

They tried to move their hand to get their hair out of their face but something stopped them.

They looked down at their wrist and found a leather cuff wrapped around it. The inside was soft and when they pulled against it, it didn't hurt.

At least they're being nice to me.

Hero put their head back down and closed their eyes.

The door to their room slammed open. Hero winced and opened their eyes.

Villain walked in with a smile. "Good morning sleeping beauty. Ready to get patched up?"

"You couldn't have done that while I was asleep?" They asked angrily pulling at the cuffs.

Villain laughed as a doctor walked into the room.

"That wouldn't be any fun." Villain said stepping next to Hero. They smiled down at them and poked at the cut on Hero's forehead.

Hero winced. "You're just an asshole. You know that right?" Hero ground out.

Villain laughed as Doctor stepped to their other side.

"That was the nicest thing you could have said to me." They said putting their hand over their heart.

"Numbing or not." Doctor asked laying out their tools on the table next to Hero.

Villain met eyes with Hero. "Not."

"Fuck you." Hero said pulling at the cuffs harder.

"Villain I am going to need you to hold the patient still as I close the wound on their forehead." Doctor said sharply grabbing what they needed.

Villain nodded and moved behind Hero's head. They grabbed Hero's head and held it firmly.

Hero whimpered as Doctor bent over them.

"Let's begin." They said.

Hero yelped as Doctor started closing up their wound.

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Doctor finally set down their tools. Hero had passed out multiple times, and every time they woke back up Doctor was still patching them up.

Villain stood from the chair they had moved to after Doctor was done closing up Hero's head wound.

"Thank you Doctor. I will call you if I need your services again."

Doctor nodded and shook Villain's hand. "You know I'll be there as fast as I can."

Doctor left the room.

Hero shifted and whimpered. Villain turned their attention to them.

They walked to their side and started undoing their cuffs.

"Now you're all patched up."

Hero put their hands over their eyes and took a deep breath.

"So that means I can go?"

Villain laughed and pulled Hero into their arms. "Of course not. I have plans for you."

Hero pulled their hands down and pushed themselves out of Villain's arms.

They stood and faced Villain. "I'm not staying with you."

Villain stepped close to them and Hero raised their fists.

Villain's smile fell. "If you think that you can just walk out of here when I have plans for you." Villain grabbed Hero's wrist and pinned it to the wall behind them. "You must have lost more than blood during that procedure."

Hero jabbed at Villain. Villain moved out of the way and grabbed their wrist pinning it to the wall. They leaned in close until their nose was touching Hero's.

"I can make your life here a living hell." They whispered.

Hero struggled against their grip. "It already has been a living hell."

Villain grabbed both of Hero's wrists with one hand pulling them above Hero's head against the wall. With their other hand they grabbed Hero's jaw.

"I promise I can make it much worse."

[letitbehurt]

Something about a defiant Whumpee dutifully playing the fawn and Whumper buying approximately none of it.